#not sure it worked the way i wanted it to but I didn't just like. forget

[alchemistc]

"Hey, so, if you could tell your roommate to stop sending me incomprehensible Millennial memes every time I ask him a question, I'd appreciate it," Ravi says, and Buck stares at the prongs of his fork to prevent himself from jamming them into Ravi's hand just long enough for Ravi to notice the way the table has gone silent. There's no way they didn't notice the emphasis, right?

"I'll, uh... make a note," Buck says, and dives back in to his spaghetti. It's been a long day. He's reheated his lunch-dinner three times already. And now he sort of desperately wants the klaxons to go because...

Because it's weird that he never told them where he was living now.

Weird that they never asked.

"You have a roommate?"

Buck is 34 years old. Buck broke his own lease to help a friend only to be ceremoniously kicked out just months later, no notice, more interaction with Chris than Eddie as he furiously repacked boxes and stuffed them in his Jeep like a madman. Buck has terrible credit and a desire to set down roots that no one seems to give a shit about, except -

Roommates lasted for a month and a half at best. If he doesn't count the lingering glances, or the lingering touches, or the lingering feelings that blew up in their faces the harder they tried to tamp them down.

Ravi just thinks it's funny to keep calling them roommates.

("Like the Vine, you know?"

"Doesn't know a single 3OH3 song but he knows Vine," Tommy had said, three and a half beers deep and kicking at Ravi's leg from his lounger on the patio of their backyard.

"Oh, my cousin sends me TikTok compilations of them."

"I don't understand half the words you two are saying," Buck had chimed in, and gotten Tommy's lazy half-smile, a hand curled around his ear, and Ravi's "If you guys are gonna do more of that I'm calling an Uber.")

"Not exactly," Buck says, and tries to send Ravi a death glare. Ravi's too busy staring at the ceiling with his chair tipped back like he's daring Buck to kick his foot out enough to catch on a leg.

They're all surprised by the news, like they've done a damn thing to find out anything about his life in the months since they shut down any attempt he'd made to reach out.

He's glad he's found a way to let himself be mad at them for that.

He's glad his entire life no longer hinges on making sure they know every intimate detail of that life.

Still. The longer they stare at him, waiting for more, the more he realizes this was...maybe an oversight.

Probably should have told them before he and Tommy stuck a For Sale sign on his bedframe at the curb and been rewarded for their manipulation when someone stole the thing within like, three hours. They'd been too lazy to take it to the dump. Too lazy to sell it on Marketplace. Too caught up in the bubble of 'stay as long as you need' turning into 'do you want to be on the mortgage I need to know by Friday'.

Ravi's slept in the guest room more than Buck ever stayed at Tommy's, before.

He's made friends with Goose, too, which Buck thinks is a little unfair because Tommy's half blind cat still sticks her tail in the air to walk away any time Buck enters a room.

"Whoops," Ravi says like this was anything but intentional.

("Are you hiding the fact that you're in a happy relationship with a dude who loves you like, a weird amount for any particular reason?"

"It's not weird. It's a normal amount!"

"If I called him right now with a Buck related emergency how long until he had a bird in the air for you?"

"...he's at work right now so like, seven minutes tops.")

When the silence just keeps stretching, he barely manages to dodge the garlic bread Buck tosses at his face before the table erupts into chaos.

[shysuccubusstuff]

Milking time!

Content: Cow hybrid! Caleb + Possessive! Caleb; Size difference + Mentions of abuse and neglect + Scent marking + Rut + Facial + Face fuck + Masturbation + Cumshot + Dacryphilia

Note: Just read some new manhwa (smut) about hybrids and a farm and it was so good! Sadly there are no more episodes by the moment (right now it only has like 6) but it's so freaking good, gosh I could eat it completely, the dairy cow is so so handsome... and a cutie ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ I hope I explained the position correctly, it's like, laying on top of the person and using your lower thingy on their mouth... not that good with explaining positions, sorry! Let me know if I should make a part 2!

Cow hybrid ! Caleb who recently arrived to the farm. He was found in the middle of nowhere, with his body completely scarred as the rain soaked the small piece of clothing that barely covered his lower half. Just what the hell had happened? You had been trying to get the enemy farm to leave the town after the rumours abou them abusing their workers. You kept cursing under your breath, just why couldn't you do it faster? Well, of course you couldn't, by the time you had found out you barely had any proof apart from what some of the hybrids told you about, so you already knew that this was to be expected... Still, you had to rub your eyes, cleaning the tears that had started to fall down your cheeks and rushing towards the poor young man, trying your best to carry him to the truck so you could bring him to his new home.

Cow hybrid! Caleb who becomes extremely attached to you. It doesn't take more than a few weeks for him to recover from the injuries the old "owners" had caused to him, now constantly following wherever you go. He liked grabbing you by your hips, hiding his hand inside your pocket so he could stay as close as possible to you. You know this could be a bad idea, as you are planning on simply allowing him to choose whatever he wants to do next in life, and growing attached to you was not the best option for that, but you were unable to do anything. After all, he had recently been rescued, surely it was normal for him to become so attached to you, right?

Hybrid bull! Caleb whose possessiveness only worsens. It has been quite few months since Caleb had completely healed, so you had expected him to go back to the "usual" behaviour of the other bulls, who had already found someone to love within the vast farm. In contrast, Caleb had stayed with you, still following you everywhere you went, with a... slight change. He had become extremely possessive of you, constantly trying to start a fight with the other males every time he saw them giving you those glances... Just who did they think they were? Yes, he might have arrived way later than them, but that didn't mean they were allowed to give you those lustful eyes. Since that moment, Caleb had started to pick petty fights with the other hybrids, always acting as if he was simply protecting you from them, while he giving you those sweet puppy eyes he had learnt to do... It seems he did learn quite fast.

Cow hybrid! Caleb who is no longer able to handle his ruts. You used to let him use the toys you had bought for him during those special days, with Caleb using them without much interest, seeing as if it was just something to get over with. During this time, you had to make sure to keep some distance between you and him, trying your best to avoid leaving your scent on him in fear of another female thinking he had a partner, even politely removing his hands whenever he tried to get a bit too handsy with you. Not like it mattered to him, as he soon began to retaliate. Oh, you removed his hand from your hip because other females were watching at him? No problem, next time he would surround your waist with his beefy arms, making sure to pull you to him so you could feel his hard cock pulsing beneath his working clothes. Now you refused to get even a few metres close to him? Guess he simply had to make you come closer yourself.

Cow hybrid! Caleb who takes advantage of you. You were suddenly awakened by a strange noise, not only that, but it was then accompanied by a rustle, someone was moving under your blankets. With your heart thumping, you slowly moved the sheets, finally seeing the reddened and exhausted face, chest puffing as he kept pressing his hard-on against your ass, breath becoming heavier as he started to rub his hips even faster, with you already feeling how his underwear was getting wet from the precum. "Please... please... just help me... It hurts..." Caleb looked at you with tears in his eyes, almost making your chest hurt from seeing how he was struggling to keep himself together. "Just... fine. But don't get used to it, ok?" You tossed the sheets to the side, getting on top of Caleb and removing his wet boxers which had already been stained by his thick cum. Slowly, you started to move your hand up and down, marking a slow rhythm that almost made Caleb groan outloud, biting his own hand to stop himself from making some embarrasing sounds. You kept this rhythm for some minutes, confused as you kept feeling his dick throbbing, almost as if he was close to cumming, still, Caleb kept biting his hand, eyebrows furrowed as he forced himself to last as much as possible, what other opportunity would he have after this? "Maybe... Maybe if you lick it I will end faster...?" Caleb suggested, voice soft as if he was whispering, still, you could feel how much he had been waiting for him to suggest that. "Caleb... just where did you...? Ugh... just... just the tip, ok?" You kneeled, getting one of your legs between his, using your hand to keep his member up, slowly getting closer to it as you sticked out your tongue, carefully entering his tip into your mouth and sucking on it, using one of your hands to masturbate the rest of his member. "Fuck... So good... please, just a bit more, yeah? Please, I've been so good... Didn't fight with the other males for over a week, just a bit?" Caleb looked at you, his muscular body now looking even bigger due to the dim light that entered the window.

Before you noticed, Caleb's hands were already playing with your hair, petting it as you had done so many times before, the caring touch mixed with the feeling of his tip rubbing against your tongue almost making you moan from the pleasure. "Please...? Come on baby, let me do it..." You locked eyes with him from where you were, gradually entering his member until the tip was hitting against the back of your throat, the pressure on it making you gag on it. Caleb's grip got a bit tighter, now grabbing your hair as he restrained himself from pushing his hips forward and fuck your mouth without mercy. "Just do it..." You whispered to him, face flushing as you felt how Caleb's chest puffed up in joy, swiftly pushing you against the couch and straddling you, his cock now being just in front of your face. "Open wide~... here comes your big reward." Caleb abruptly pushed his whole length inside your mouth, using his arms as a way to keep this position in which it looked almost as if he was doing a plank, his happy trail now pressing against your face each time he forced his cock inside you causing tears to form in your eyes as you tried your best to take a deep breath each time he pulled out. Caleb stopped for a second, smiling at you as he saw your chest moving up and down rapidly, after all, he had set a ruthless rhythm for you, making sure to push his cock till it reached the back of your throat, then staying still a few seconds so he could feel your throat tightening around his cock, soon letting you breath once more, smirking as he saw you struggling to adapt to it. At the same time, he kept stroking your hair with care, almost as he wasn't practically bullying your poor mouth, pressing your whole body against the mattress and leaving you with little to no choice than to take it. "Keep your mouth open, here comes your reward..." All of sudden, Caleb moved away his dick moving a bit away so he could put the tip in front of your open mouth, strocking his cock with his right hand as he used the left hand to stay still, heavy ropes of cum falling into your mouth, a sweet aftertaste lingering in your mouth after you swallowed it completely... You hoped this wouldn't awake anything in you.

[muli-wam]

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Skaterboy!Ino Takuma was a certified simp. When he fell, he fell hard. Like he'll be planning your wedding the day you meet.

Don't get the wrong idea though, Ino doesn't fall to his knees the moment a girl looks his way. The last time he had a genuine crush was in his sophomore year of high school, but it was fleeting. She was his first girlfriend, so it was normal for him to think she was his "one and only."

We all know how that ended.

The moment Skaterboy!Ino Takuma met you, his world shifted. He thought he saw an angel. You were the embodiment of perfection. He saw you sitting all prettily on the stairs of the skate park, recording your friend doing a boardslide on the railing.

Your hair blew in the breeze like some over-exaggerated hair commercial and your skin shimmered from the golden hue of the sun. He swore he fell in love.

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma who is the most chalant person to walk this earth. He skates towards you, looking off into the distance, one hand in his shirt rubbing at his chest to give you just a glimpse of his abs, his brown eyes situated on a random cloud by the horizon acting like he wasn't trying to show off until-

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma falls face first onto the concrete floor.

His board ran over a rock.

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma had it all planned out.

He would skate right in your line of sight and do a kick flip. You'd think it's so cool because he assumed you didn't know how to skate, and then you'd come up to him and say, "wow, that was so cool of you," and he'd say, "yeah, I know. I could teach you if you want," and you'd say, "ohmygosh sure," and you'd both skate off into the sunset.

But somewhere in the mix of that he landed on his right in front of your feet.

"Ohmygosh are you okay!?" You kneel next to him, helping him up.

That wasn't the "ohmygosh" he was hoping for...

"Yeah," he winces, "m'fine."

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma would rather eat shit 100 times (away from you) than have to endure the embarrassment he's feeling right now.

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma who plays off his injury like he's fine, although there is a fairly large scrape on his knee, you didnt need to know that.

"I meant to do that," he says smoothly, trying to ignore the sting from his knee. He'd rather die than admit he was in pain. That was for losers, and Ino is not a loser...

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma who thinks his heart is hearting a little differently today because the way you were looking at him, all cute and concerned, he could feel a faint heat creeping up his cheeks.

Not from the pain—definitely not from the pain. And definitely not from the way you were standing so close he could smell the sweet, sweet scent of your perfume.

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma try's to think of a way to play this off smoothly but his knee is screaming at him and you're right there, being all cute and perfect and caring, and suddenly his brain isn't working anymore.

Y'sure?" You laugh nervously, rocking back and forth on your feet.

"Mhm," he then nods, kicking imaginary dirt by his foot and looking at the floor in shame because he cant look you in the eye.

"So are you new to skating or..." It was at that moment Ino realized that whatever dignity he had left is gone. Flew out the window. Bye bye.

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma who assures you hes not new. Hes actually a pro.

"Oh?" You smirk, raising your eyebrows in suspicion.

"yup," he says, popping the "p" at the end.

"That was actually a part of my masterplan to get your attention," he states matter-of-factly.

"Well you certainly got my attention," you laugh, and God, ino could feel his insides melt at the sound of your laugh.

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma who asks you if you skated, to which you say no, and Ino thinks destiny finally let go of whatever grudge it had against him, because suddenly your hands were on his shoulders gripping on for dear life as he held you waist, guiding you across the concrete floor of the skate park on his skateboard.

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma who's never had this much fun in his life. Your laugh was a melody he could play on repeat and never get bored of, and your smile was so pretty he wanted to squeeze you until you exploded (affectionately).

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma who squeals like a little girl in his head when you ask for his number. He planned for him to be the one asking for your number but Ino could care less when he has a pretty girl in his phone.

"So we can practice together," you explain, fiddling with your sparkly phone case.

"Because you suck?" Ino teases.

"Oh, shut up! I'm not that bad," you pout, crossing your arms dramatically.

"Really? because when I told you to veer right you went the completely opposite way," he laughs, recalling how you almost fell into a bush a few moments prior.

"I am...directionally challenged," you conclude. Ino playfully rolls his eyes.

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma who texts you not even 5 minutes after you both depart.

Ino: 7:46 p.m- sooo same time next week? You: 7:48 p.m- I'm sorry who's this? Ino: 7:50 p.m- STOP 😭 7:50 p.m- be so fr You: 7:55 p.m- jk lol same time next week 🙃 Ino: 7:56 p.m- bet Read

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma goes to bed that night, his scrape still hurting but his heart feels all fuzzy and warm. He wonders if you feel the same—minus the scrape—though little does Ino know that you're screaming and kicking your feet in your bed, debating on texting him again or not.

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A/n: this was so fun to write omg I love Ino sm its concerning 😭

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[cvnt4him]

Hi! I hope you’re doing well, I’ve been a silent fan for a while and I really appreciate and love your work so I wanted to request how Katsuki and/or izuku would would react to reader flashing them during or after a heated argument If you could :)) you decide if you want it to be smut or not, Thank you!!

ty for your love and support! I giggled while reading this lol

Katsukiᡣ𐭩

during an argument.

Katsuki was really heated this evening and you certainly hadn't made anything better with your bickering. It's not as if you yourself were upset, you were just nagging a bit. Katsuki, as someone who is normally really clean and good at picking up behind himself, just trudged through your front door shedding his shoes in the living room and flopping down onto your couch. Not greeting or saying hello to you, not offering to help or take a load off of you. Nothing.

You understand he's been working today but a hello would've been more than enough for you. You've just missed him a bit more than normal that morning and wanted to feel his touch. You spoke only a word to him about how you felt and he was already giving you an attitude. You could only scoff at his sass and angry voice. Most of the time when he got angry you'd get angry, but this time you couldn't handle him.

You really didn't feel like arguing or just yelling back at him. With a blank face you just stared at him as he spat words out at you while he sat back against the couch. You sigh to yourself and simply lift your shirt and allow your boobs to freely fall out. Katsuki who was staring directly at you watched your every movement as he spoke, not expecting you to do that he suddenly stops speaking.

You raise one brow and try your hardest not to snicker at his surprised expression, a dust of pink brushing his cheeks. You heard a small breath leave his slackened jaw as he stared you up and down for a couple of minutes. You pull your shirt down and clear your throat before addressing him.

“ now then.. are you done? Jesus, katsuki, all I wanted was a hello and for you to not throw your things-”

Before you could finish your sentence he was quick to get up and throw you over his shoulder. You yell out and question what he's doing.

“ if yer so keen on talking over me; let's see if you can even get a word out when I'm through with ya.”

Izukuᡣ𐭩

after an argument.

You just wanted to feel appreciated was all, you did your best with dinner and looking well for him only to get nothing in return. You wish you hadn't had blown up on him, and it really did break your heart having him yell at you...but goodness that angry expression he had, the way he grit his teeth and breathed heavily. You could see a tinge of regret behind his eyes, he isn't one to normally snap so easily.

The two of you took a bit of a break from each other, just taking 5 minutes in separate rooms to cook off. You were never really angry, sure a bit upset but you just wanted your husband. That need for him never went away it only grew.

Izuku, ready to apologize, walked back into your shared bedroom to address the situation. He felt he'd gone too far and that arguing and him raising his voice wasn't necessary. Things could've been resolved in better ways by simply talking them out.

As you heard your husband out, watching as he spoke with his hands as well as his apologetic voice. You simply smiled at him, watching as his sad eyes had trouble staying connected to yours. Your hands slowly brang themselves up to your shirt and you lifted it just as slowly allowing you to tease him a bit. He immediately stopped talking and his eyes flickered from your eyes straight to your bare chest his jaw falling slack as his eyes widened. A small noise leaving him as he completely forgot what he was talking about.

You remove your shirt as a whole and walk towards him in only your underwear, his hand immediately flying to your sides as he gulps down struggling to look at you.

“ I know another way....you can make it up to me.”

“...deal.”

[adrianastrix]

I would like to add that you can know an artist by their work, but not surface-level things like "is attracted to x" or "likes y" or "thinks acting like it is fine" just because one or two characters happen to share those traits. Things that come from the author usually become patterns throughout their whole fiction, and the pattern might seem "likes x, dislikes y", but if you read an author's biography, it might immediately become "oh, it's the author's abusive parent here" or "oh, it's the author's pleasant memories about their childhood or college", or "hey author's spiritual beliefs/existential conflicts, haven't seen you in a whole 20 seconds, would you believe it!".

I can say with confidence that any character I spend long enough developing end up with traits from me (and not just traits I like in me), but it's not a conscious, planned process, so it's hard to gauge the "me/not me" ratio in any of them without a lot of introspection. Even for me, the one who created them and supposedly know myself better than anyone.

In Ryoko's case (though it might be a hell of a projection), I felt a kindred soul in the "scientific fascination" club. Science and scientific interest is always regarded as something cold and calculated, that disregards basic empathy and decency, but it's the same as saying that love is cold and calculating because you only see TV psychopaths exhibiting it. The main difference between scientific interest and love is that, when you love something, you are attracted to it and want it closer to you. With scientific interest, you don't need to love the thing. You might even start by hating it. But you need to understand it, and, if you are honest in your scientific ethics, you will want to present your object of study was accurately as possible and will force yourself to not disregard its virtues because of your bias. Because bias weaken arguments and open yourself to attack by rival scientists.

And that, I think, is one of the reasons Delicious in Dungeon can be so appealing to people even if Ryoko herself don't care much for most foods or by certain body types. She was presenting her world as a scientist sees nature: fascinating by what it is, by it's variety and mystery. It's not disgusting or scary because you don't like or understand it, that's exactly what intrigues you.

I'm pretty sure that, despite her neighbour being off-putting to her with his habit of taking out the trash semi-naked, in the face of something she doesn't like or understand, the scientist in her didn't went "ew, he must be dangerous or disgusting", but "why would someone (that I have other evidence towards being 'normal') act in that way I don't like or understand?". And that's why Senshi isn't a walking gag screaming "BEING SEMI-NAKED IS FUNNY BECAUSE IT'S DISGUSTING AND NO ONE NORMAL WOULD DO THAT", but a person that might be a bit eccentric, but is otherwise normal and functional. Like her neighbour. And, like her neighbour, some people also find him funny and a bit off-putting and some people are thirsty for him.

Saw this on Twitter and I obligatory need to share it

[daydreamgoddess14]

Lunch

Did someone say accidental mini series? 🙈

You all liked Breakfast so much, I thought I'd make you some Lunch too. Hope you're hungry!

Word Count: about 1.5k

Thunderbolts* (platonic for now) x F!Reader, no warnings, just some domestic sweetness. Bucky x F!Reader if you squint. It's still brewing.

They were never really around for lunch. It was your prep time, organising. Quiet. You couldn't decide if you liked it better that way. You made meals to reheat and they helped themselves. It was getting to the stage where, with a fully stocked kitchen and batch cooking, you had more and more downtime. Valentina had requested your exclusivity, so taking on other clients was out of the question. You peered through the glass door of the oven and willed yourself to wait a little longer. Not quite yet.

“What's cooking?”

“Pie.”

“Smells done.”

“Uhuh, not yet it's not.”

“Sure? I think I can smell burning -”

“It's not burning.”

“What's burning?”

“The pie.”

“Nothing is burning, John. Bucky just thinks he's the next Top Chef.”

The timer dinged and you checked through the glass again.

“You gonna take that out?”

“Patience, Barnes.” You counted to 20 and opened the oven, pulling out a beautiful, golden topped pie.

“That looks…”

“Perfect.” You smiled happily.

“Amazing,” John grinned. After everyone’s initial trepidation, it became very clear that the way to a Thunderbolt’s heart was very much through their stomach. You’d been given limited information on their backgrounds - some were more infamous than others - but you could tell immediately that hot, homemade meals had been in very short supply for all of them.

They all seemed to have their favourite times of day to pay you a visit. Bob was usually up first and watching you make stacks of pancakes for breakfast, Ava came hunting for snacks mid-morning. By lunchtime, John was always starving and vocal about it. Yelena liked something sweet in the afternoons, and Alexei began hovering anytime after 5pm, heavily anticipating what was on the menu for dinner.

Bucky seemed to have no specific time.

Some days he wandered through just as you were packing things away. Other times he showed up before anything had even made it into the oven. He never asked for anything, not like the others - just leaned against the counter and observed. Quiet. Watchful. Not unfriendly, but unreadable.

At first, you thought he was just keeping an eye on things. Habit. Distrust. You didn’t blame him - it was clear none of them were used to softness.

But then you started noticing the patterns. How he always lingered just a little longer than he needed to. How his eyes flicked toward your hands when you were kneading dough or slicing fruit, like he was cataloguing the motion.

How, every once in a while, he’d pass you a fresh towel without being asked. Or wordlessly refill your water glass. Or sit with a cup of coffee, hours old and probably cold - just to stay in the kitchen a little longer while you worked.

You hadn’t expected that.

You weren’t sure what to do with it.

“You, uhh, cutting that now?” John asked hopefully.

“Don't you want lunch first?” You asked, looking at the pile of bagels you'd already prepared.

“Oh yeah. Didn't see those,” he said sheepishly, “what's in the pie?”

“Plums,” you told him, holding up your purple stained fingers.

Bucky looked up at you, at the deep purple that had seeped into your skin, then back at the pie.

“Tell you what,” you continued talking to John. “Have lunch while this cools a little and I'll whip up some cream and a sauce.”

Like a kid, he fist pumped the air and darted off to find the others.

You could feel that Bucky wanted to say something, but he didn't. Instead, he watched you take out the tupperware of chopped plums from the fridge and tip them into a pan. You poured sugar over them and stirred the sticky, sweet mixture. Across the counter, he inhaled. The scent of sugar cooking and plums filled the kitchen.

The others started wandering in, taking plates and arguing over bagel fillings. Yelena came around to you at the stovetop and wrapped her arms around you.

“Thank you,” she murmured, squeezing so hard you thought she was trying to practice her heimlich manoeuvre. She peered into the pan. “Plums?”

“To go with the pie.”

“Bucky's favourite, again,” she grumbled.

“And I'll make your favourite next.”

“The cake? With the -”

“Chocolate in the middle. Yep, I know.”

She nudged you gently with her shoulder.

“Favouritism,” she warned, shooting a glance at Bucky.

“Not from me there isn't.” You challenged.

“Sure, sure,” she smirked and rolled her eyes, moving around to where Bucky was sitting. “Cookies, that pizza with the really thin crust… Not your favourites at all, right, Barnes?”

“Pretty sure everyone likes those, Lena.” He shrugged.

She looked at you, then back at him.

“Hmm. I'm watching you.” She warned. Then, “Alexei, no! That one's mine!”

“Snooze you lose!” He laughed loudly, leaving Yelena chasing after him for the last Swiss cheese bagel.

Bucky put the last two on plates, and pushed one in your direction.

Like vultures, they started circling. Bringing their plates to the dishwasher and hovering while you whipped cream in a glass bowl. Bucky came around the counter, reloaded the dishwasher correctly, and then took the bowl and whisk from your hands.

“I can do that,” you insisted. He flexed his hand, the dark vibranium catching the light.

“I can do it faster.”

“I'm quickly discovering that patience is a virtue you don't possess,” you laughed, taking out a huge knife from the drawer.

“Watch what you're doing with that thing.”

“You watch what you're doing. Don't over whip that.”

“Yes ma'am,” he grinned.

“I watch this show all day,” Alexei beamed, looking between you both.

You tore your eyes from Bucky and focused on the pie, cutting neatly through the centre, then turning the stand and cutting again, and again, into equal slices. Ava passed you the first plate and you used the flat of the knife to lift the slice from the rest of the pie.

It was glorious. Deep purple, filled to the brim and covered with golden sponge and surrounded by rich, crumbly pastry. You placed it gently on the plate.

John sighed, “goddamn that looks -”

“So good. Shotgun first slice!”

“Lena! I should get first slice!” Alexei complained.

You leaned over to look at the cream Bucky was still whisking, “you can stop now. Thank you.” You swapped the plate for the bowl and dolloped a spoon of cream on top of the pie, followed by a drizzle of the jammy, sweet sauce.

You looked at the assembled group, at lovely Bob who hadn't once argued over who was first, who was better, and you handed him the plate.

“Thanks!”

“Not fair.”

“He's literally the only one who never argues about food. Except Bucky, I guess, but then that would be favouritism, wouldn't it, Yelena?” You arched your eyebrow.

They stopped complaining once they all had a plate in hand.

“I marry the pie.”

“This is heaven.”

“I can marry you?”

“No thanks, Alexei. I'm taken.”

“I'll convince you. You'll see.”

No one else was listening to Alexei. All eyes had turned to Bucky who didn't look up from his plate.

Yelena clicked her tongue, “s'good pie,” she said slowly, as if waiting for someone, anyone to make eye contact with her. Eventually, Ava did. She tilted her head marginally in your direction and then flicked her eyes to Bucky. Ava shrugged.

They finished the pie and filtered away to enjoy what remained of their day off.

You grabbed your tote bag and keys, calling out, “I’m running to the store - text me if you need anything.”

“You have her number?” Bucky asked no one in particular.

“You don't?” Ava asked, surprised. He didn't answer. Only the low hum of the dishwasher and the quiet clink of dishes settling as they cooled filled the kitchen. The tower felt still, peaceful, for once.

You were gone for over an hour.

The store turned into the producers market turned into the bodega that somehow imported your favourite olives.

He swallowed, slowly. “Didn’t want it to go to waste.”

When you pushed the door open, he was there. Bucky, fork in one hand, pie plate in the other, standing barefoot in the kitchen like a man caught red-handed. He froze, mouth full, guilty as hell.

You stopped in the doorway, raised an eyebrow. “Second slice?”

You walked over, set your bag on the counter. “That was my slice.”

He looked guiltily at the pie. “You didn’t have one?”

“I was waiting.”

He hesitated, then held out the plate like a peace offering. “We could share?”

You tilted your head, pretending to consider. “Only if I get the bigger half.”

He sighed. “Deal.”

You leaned side by side at the counter, passing the fork back and forth, the pie disappearing in easy silence.

He cleared his throat, voice low. “What you said to Alexei earlier… was that real?”

“What, when he proposed to me over pie?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah. Well -” You paused, then shrugged. “Well no, actually. Saying no is still taking some getting used to. It's… recent.”

“Oh.” He looked down. “Sorry.”

You took the plate from his hand and stole the last bite. “I'm not.”

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[mythtakens]

it's really the way I can have optimism and have fun even when it's stupid, except for killing Bobby. like for the most part I can enjoy myself watching what can be a very silly show and after some complaining shelve whatever frustrations I have for later when character threads appear and disappear or get rushed for the sake of spending a bunch of screen time on a no stakes emergency or season long storylines end up having no point. and those things ARE deeply frustrating but it's like. fuck whatever these are still the characters I love better luck on that cohesion next time kiddo. I can complain and then eventually move onto looking forward to what's next. uh except for killing Bobby. and like don't get me wrong I personally me myself will continue to do all of that next season and enjoy what I love about the show. but the cloud over everything is Bobby died and THAT wasn't done well and there's no reset or do over?? and the crazy thing is killing a main character is not even weird. you can do that and do it well, if it works with the tone of your show and your stories and you have a real plan. something like that could have felt designed to work with what was already happening with every character and fit into the things already being done in the overall season and have all of that emotionally pay off together and be a good choice for the story and tie into everyone's personal journey. instead it comes across like an idea Tim Minear had in a dream because he wanted to do Something Crazy and couldn't wait to do it and literally everyone hated it and told him it was bad but he was convinced it was gonna rock anyway. and then it feels like everything in the season became somewhat of an afterthought, including in a large part the story of it HAPPENING?

and like yeah of course there is some great acting and a handful of great moments of grief being portrayed and major kudos to the cast for delivering that. but it... not even derailed. just straight up interrupted? every personal storyline. without necessarily replacing a lot of it with anything BESIDES grief. and we're still being like. almost rushed past a lot of those moments to... get to the next B plot that is supposed to meaningfully parallel what we haven't been allowed to process yet? so we can get to the next big emergency that is fun but also kind of nothing? where it's back to the status quo of yay the team and miracles are real? and well it's like. I can enjoy that, sure! but if you didn't want this to truly reverberate or change the tone of the show even temporarily, then choosing something that alters the core of things in a way the audience will not ever move on from is a mistake? and if you did want it to do that, then it's strange to treat it like it doesn't need space to breathe, and you can give it a few minutes and then just jump back to toilet snorkeling and thong jokes in the next episode as long as people are still sad in separate scenes. it will just forever be a really weird way to execute what should have logically had much more care taken with it than anything thus far (not to mention. a really weird way to execute that guy.) and they did not do that. so if you tell me I should get over Bobby or it's "disrespectful" to not want him dead because of the work people put in portraying it I do feel compelled to swing. sad. oh well. there's always the Government Lab.

[rabbitindisguise]

Plus how are you supposed to know you like something if you haven't tried it yet?? School is a free way to try a variety of things that help narrow down what you're going to do in the future. Finding out you hate something and never want to use it IS valuable information. Making an effort even if you hate it to see it through to the end of a semester helps get over the first part of it being a new thing where you're scared because it's new rather than innate qualities of the thing, and that's also really useful experience because at some point you can learn that being wary of something doesn't mean it's bad per se. There's lots of other benefits too.

Honestly the easiest way to understand the value of school is to imagine if you didn't get to go and everyone else did. There are many things you're going to miss out on. Sure math is useless kinda. But what if people could do personal finance that much easier than you?? Yikes. Remember that school happens when you're a kid and you don't know a lot yet, and haven't learned how to research using the library. For many things it's just too overwhelming to start on your own. And you can easily be taken advantage of by people trying to sell you something (regardless of age). School is a place where it's usually not a MLM scheme, and that's also worth something.

More information is never a bad thing. I will always shill for publicly available education on all topics in many formats. Being taught hand weaving has honestly brought a lot of joy into my life that I couldn't otherwise have and it's partially because I had a class in elementary school where we wove tiny pieces of fabric. My poor tensioning and lack of slack in the weft taught me important lessons for how I wanted my work to feel like. I also found out I loved writing. There wasn't a class I didn't learn something from that I apply in adult life. Even if it's "this sucks and I hate it."

It’s sad how much of what is taught in school is useless to over 99% of the population.

There are literally math concepts taught in high school and middle school that are only used in extremely specialized fields or that are even so outdated they aren’t used anymore!

[hard-core-super-star]

i love you, it’s ruining my life [W.Maximoff]

pairing: sugarmommy!wanda x reader

summary: you share a passionate moment with wanda in her office but it only leaves you more scattered and confused about her feelings.

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT -> legal age gap; power dynamics; fingering [R receiving]; praise; making out; petnames; teasing; light dom/sub dynamic; slightly public sex [aka office sex]; allusions to subdrop; mentions of insecurity; porn with SO many feelings, it's crazy

wordcount: 2.3k

a/n: hihi! believe it or not, i did NOT forget about this mini-series. i, once again, got carried away and i'm not super in love with the smut but i felt like adding it just for fun. expect some hurt and then some comfort in the next part. hope you enjoy <3

part one | part two |

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Things between you and Wanda had shifted in the past few weeks.

You weren't sure what had caused the sudden shift in the energy between you. Maybe it had been the night you'd spent in her penthouse, on that expensive couch, with your face buried between her legs. It wasn't like there was anything different about what you'd done together that night and yet, something was different now.

Something neither of you wanted to put into words.

It didn't change how your days went, though. She still went to work every morning and you stayed at home, waiting for her, ready to ease the stress of the day and bring her back to herself. That was what you were used to. The routine you almost craved.

But like everything else, it had started shifting.

It was small at first. Requests for you to bring her lunch even though you knew she took the bag you'd packed the night before, constant texts when she was supposed to be in meetings. And now, the newest addition, asking you to come with her into the office.

A part of you told you it was a bad idea. Hell, she'd said it herself every time you'd asked.

And now you're here.

You're curled up on the leather couch in the corner of her office, your eyes drawn to Wanda and the way she flips through stacks and stacks of boring, legal papers. It's hard to tell why you're here, especially since she never lets you stay.

Not like this.

Not like you belong here with her.

She must sense your unease, you're sure she does, because she looks up, her eyebrow raised elegantly. "You okay over there, baby?"

You nod despite the far-away look in your eyes. "Just bored."

A beat passes before she scoots her chair back, her fingers beckoning you forward. "Well, we can't have that, can we? Come here, sweet girl."

Despite the lingering confusion, you make your way over to her without waiting another second. Her hands grip your waist once you're close enough and gently pull you in until you're settling onto her lap.

You wrap your arms around her shoulders as you get comfortable, straddling her legs and feeling her against you. "And I thought I was the clingy one."

She snorts at that. "You are. I'm just doing you a favor."

Even though you know it's a bad idea, you roll your eyes and earn yourself a quick swat to the ass. No words are exchanged, not because you don't have something to say, but because you're not too eager to earn a punishment. At least not yet.

"How long until lunch?" You ask as you busy yourself with placing kisses on her jaw, both to distract her and keep yourself occupied.

"A few hours," she replies, humming as she tilts her head back for you. "I still have a pile of paperwork, though. If you're hungry, you can go on your own."

While the idea sounds nice, you're not too eager to be on your own. Especially when you could be cozy on her lap.

"It's okay," you reply, devoting your attention to the warm skin of her jaw. "I'll wait for you."

The weight of your words must go past her head because she simply pulls her chair closer to her desk and goes back to her paperwork. It's not like you can hold it against her but you thought you'd made your feelings for her obvious after that night she came home from getting drinks. Maybe you hadn't said it outloud, and maybe that was your fault, but you thought your actions had made things more than clear.

You weren't interested in temporary. Not anymore.

You wanted Wanda. All of her. All the strings that came with her affection.

And yet, you still had to play it cool. Act like you didn't mind the lack of explanations.

Maybe you truly didn't mind. If you did, you wouldn't be here, right? There was a reason you were sticking around, despite what everyone said. The judgmental looks and snide comments. As hard as it was to admit it, it was worth it.

"You're doing it again," she says, her words more of a murmur than anything else. "I can feel your brain overheating."

"Sorry," you mumble in response. "I didn't mean to distract you."

"Oh, honey, you're always a distraction. But my favorite one."

The words help ease your worries a little, at least she doesn't see you as an annoyance. So then, what does she see you as? Because she told you she was yours that night but nothing has changed. At least not in a noticeable way.

One of her hand tangles in your hair and pulls you away from her skin so your eyes can meet. She opens her mouth to say something but you lean in and crash your lips against her before she can get a word out.

It's not the best way to deal with your spiraling emotions but it's the only thing you can think to do. Kiss her until you're breathless or winded or incapable of forming another thought. Or maybe all at once.

If Wanda can taste the insecurity in your kiss, she doesn't say anything. Instead, she allows herself to get carried away as if nothing's wrong. And maybe she's right, maybe you're simply thinking too much and demanding things she'll never be able to give.

Or maybe you're wrong. Maybe what you thought were real feelings, was simply desire under wraps. Maybe all you'll ever be is her pretty pet.

The problem is, when you're like this, wrapped up in her arms, drowning in her kisses, you can't see the issue with that. All you can feel is how much you want her, how much you need her, and how fucking good she is with her hands.

When you finally part for air, lungs burning, her hands grip your hips and she lifts you up. The show of strength turns you on far more than it should and you're desperately spreading your legs for her by the time she sets you down on top of her desk.

"Thought you had work to do," you say.

"You distracted me," she replies as if that explains everything.

It doesn't but you're distracted too and feeling her stand up to press up against you takes your remaining breath away. Deep down, you know you shouldn't get carried away. That it'll only create more problems and it's not worth it.

But how can you say touching her isn't worth it?

You wrap your arms around her neck and pull her in down toward you, your lips crashing together once again. It's like if you move fast enough, you won't have to think.

Wanda seems to be on the same wavelength as you, her hands gripping your hips and dragging you forward. It suddenly dawns on you why she was so adamant this morning that you should wear a skirt.

"You're so needy, princess," she mumbles when she pulls you away. "Can't go more than five minutes without me touching you."

"You're the one who told me to sit on your lap," you point out, tilting your head back as her mouth moves to your neck. "This was your plan all along, wasn't it?"

She chuckles against your skin. "Smart girl. You caught me red-handed."

"I usually do, you're predictable."

Her response comes in the form of her sucking on your neck, no doubt leaving behind marks you won't be able to hide. Then again, it's not like anyone will ask. Mainly because Kate doesn't have to ask, she already knows who has you wrapped around their finger.

One of her hands grips you close while the other one slips between your legs, soft fingers trailing up your sensitive inner thigh. You buck into the touch involuntarily and the movement makes the redhead chuckle again.

It has no damn right being as hot as it is.

"Is this what you meant when you said you were bored?" She asks as she presses her fingers against the wet spot on your panties. "You just wanted Mommy to touch you?"

It's impossible to stop yourself from moaning despite the slightly public setting. "I always want Mommy to touch me."

"Mmm, good girl."

Your words earn you the reward of her fingers slipping under your panties. "Fuck, please."

"Begging already? You're more predictable than I am, baby."

Even though her words cause your face to heat up, it doesn't stop you from moving against her, wordlessly asking for more. It's not her touch that you're asking for, you know that, but for now, it's good enough. You hope it'll be enough to replace the thoughts swirling in your head even though you know better.

She keeps her teasing to a minimum, her eyes sweeping back and forth between you and the door to her office. "Come on, sweet girl, let me hear you. Show me how much you need me."

Her thumb grazes your clit a few times and she revels in the way you shake against her. It's fast and sloppy but when two of her fingers slide in, your head falls back in pleasure. The stretch burns in that familiar way that has your legs clenching so hard she's practically stuck against you.

The pace she sets is far faster than what you truly need, your hands gripping onto her shoulders just to keep yourself steady. Only Wanda can turn your whole world upside down from a few thrusts.

You wish you could hate her but you can't.

Not when she's muttering praises into your ear and coaxing you closer and closer to that blissful edge you know so well. The one that makes you tune everything out except her. No stupid secretaries, or long nights at the office. Just you and the woman you've fallen in love with.

Nothing else matters.

"Mommy," you whisper, tears painting you vision as all you emotions morph and bleed into each other. "Please, can't-"

"Shh, don't worry about it, sweetheart. Just come for me, just let go."

And you do.

Hard and fast and messy.

Like falling in love with her.

You're still buzzing from your orgasm when Wanda pulls you off her desk. The movement winds you but not as much as the painful contact of your knees against the floor. You barely have time to process what's going on when the door swings open and the sound of heels fills your ears.

"Afternoon, Wanda."

Agnes.

It's a struggle but you stop yourself from making any noise or revealing yourself. Thankfully, the older woman manages to fully hide you by scooting her chair in and acting like nothing's going on. Not like she just gave you a mind-blowing orgasm or anything.

"How have you still not learned how to knock?" Wanda asks, masking her annoyance with a chuckle.

"Because you don't need me to, you always know when I'm about to come in."

This time, you roll your eyes, hearing all the hidden meanings that seem to go over the green-eyed woman's head. The problem itself isn't technically Agnes but she's the best representation of all of them. Of your insecurity, Wanda's never-ending charm, her lack of awareness because she's too focused on something else.

Her work. Her lifestyle. Her money. Everything's always about her.

You ignore their conversation and simply lay your head on the older woman's lap, your lips pressing into her leg. The fabric of her stupid trousers doesn't let you touch her the way you want to, so you're forced to simply sit there, listening to their unbearable conversation.

One of Wanda's hands drifts down, her fingers tangling in your hair once more. She's doing what she can to keep you grounded, to stop the thoughts that will no doubt come rushing in due to the lack of full aftercare. It's not her fault, but the more time that passes, the more resentful you feel yourself become.

It doesn't help that you tune back into the conversation right when Agnes talks about you. Or well, she mentions who you assume to be you.

"No drinks tonight, then?" The brunette asks. "You need to get home early to babysit?"

To make the storm of insecurities in your mind worse, Wanda laughs. She doesn't wave her off, doesn't tell her to get lost. She laughs.

Deep down, you know it's nothing but a reaction. A rehearsed dance she does every time to avoid questions. To avoid the reality of her attachment to you.

It shouldn't hurt as much as it does but you're vulnerable and in need of reassurance and the last thing you need is hear her act like you can't hear her. Like there's no weight to what she's doing. How she's acting.

"What I do at home isn't your business, Agnes," Wanda replies, voice steady and borderline uninterested.

The other woman apologizes but you can hear the smirk in her voice. "Oh, I know, you're far too secretive about what you do with your little plaything. Let me know if you ever need someone who can actually keep up with you."

If their conversation continues, you don't hear it. You don't hear anything besides the pounding in your ears and the shallowness of your breaths.

When the coast is clear and Wanda is able to scoot back again, you almost fall over before her hands cup your face, tilting your head back so she can look at you. What she finds must worry her before her eyebrows furrow instantly. "Are you okay?"

You nod even though you know better. "Yeah, just…scattered."

"What do you need?"

Even though you know the answer, you push yourself off your knees. The last thing you need is to be by yourself and yet…it's the only thing you're thinking about.

"I'm gonna go get lunch," you mutter, nervously shifting away from the older woman.

You except her to stop you. To tell you to sit down and let her help you feel better.

And when she doesn't, and she lets you walk to the door of her office…you realize you're better off leaving. Not realizing how much it hurts her too.

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[alisonwritesimagines]

Delicate ~Bucky Barnes Imagine~

Summary: You first meet The Winter Soldier persona that Bucky worked so hard to hide.

Author’s Note: This is more of a prequel to this imagine.

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings/Tags: mentions of mind control, grumpy x sunshine trope, i used google translation so if it's bad, you know why, reader is not from New York, reader is used as a test subject but nothing bad really happens to her tbh

Do not repost this anywhere!

Bucky could trust Steve ever since he began to remember him. That's why he went to him four months after leaving Hydra.

But during the time he's been with the Avengers, the hold that Hydra had on him continued to linger. Throughout the time he's been with the Avengers, trying to get better, there were a few slip ups when he would revert to The Winter Soldier persona.

That was until he met you.

Tony had brought you after meeting you when you saved his life with your special weapon that impressed him. Your dice that affects your opponents based on what the number it landed on. One could either blind people enough for you to take them down or six that can send people flying back and cause the room to burst into flames.

Not to mention you were an excellent fighter and held a bachelors and Masters in computer science and information science. Along with a minor in physics. So Tony brought you in.

That was three months ago. Three months since you've joined the Avengers. Three months since you've met Bucky and became close to him. Three months since Bucky did everything he can to make sure he didn't show up again.

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It was your free week after a mission. A week to recover. And you wanted to get your favorite pasties as a reward for being able to get the mission done sooner than estimated.

"Are you sure you have to have these pastries?" Bucky asked you as you were getting ready to head out.

"Yes. I've been wanting them all week and I am going to get them. You can come with me if you'd like," you offered.

"We were comfortable on the couch," Bucky tells you with a small pout.

"It's just a fifteen minute walk. I will be back soon," you smiled at him.

You got into the elevator before pressing the button.

"What do you want by the way?" You asked him.

"Surprise me," Bucky tells you with a soft smile.

"Ooh! Okay," you say excitedly as the doors closed.

You had been gone for an hour. No texts from you, no calls. Nothing. Bucky grew worried. And then he appeared.

"Где она? (Where is she?)" Steve heard. Steve quickly turned around to see Bucky standing behind him. Sam looked up from his phone as he noticed the sudden change in Bucky.

"Friday, alert everyone and let them know we have a Code Snow," Tony says calmly to prevent The Winter Soldier from being provoked.

Everyone looked at The Winter Soldier as they got ready to fight him just in case. No one knew what triggered him.

"Bucky. You're okay. It's me," Steve says. The Winter Solider stared at him with a dark look.

"Hey guys! I'm back! Sorry it took so long. Line was super long and my phone died while I played Candy Crush," you say, walking out of the elevator with the to go bag from the bakery shop.

"Y/n! Stay back!" You heard. You looked over to see everyone in a defensive position.

"What's wrong?" You asked confused. You looked over at Bucky who stared intensely at you. As if he was on a mission to protect you.

"Bucky? Is everything okay?" You asked, taking a step closer to him.

"Y/n, I wouldn't do that," Steve advised, stopping you in your tracks.

"What? Why?" You asked confused, looking over at Steve.

"He's back to his Winter Soldier mindset," Steve said.

"His what?" You asked confused. Your eyebrows furrowed, not understanding what he just said.

"Did Bucky not tell you about when he was under control by Hydra?" Steve asked you.

"He was part of Hydra?" You asked confused and in shock.

"Did you not read the files I gave you?" Tony questioned. A mixture of upset, annoyed, and confusion mixed in his tone.

"I... may have just skimmed through them," you admitted, looking away so you didn't have to look at him in the eye.

"Just come here," Tony said before grabbing your wrist.

Before Tony could pull you back to everyone else, Bucky quickly grabbed Tony's arm. Bucky pulled you back to him before throwing Tony back. Luckily, Steve quickly caught Tony.

"Bucky! No!" You yell, grabbing his right arm. He looked back at you before cupping your face.

"Ты в порядке? (Are you okay?)" The Winter Soldier asked you. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"I don't speak Russian," you tell him.

"Are you okay?" The Winter Soldier asked you again in English.

"I'm fine. But you shouldn't have done that! Tony could've gotten seriously hurt!" You yelled at him.

"He grabbed your wrist," The Winter Soldier pointed out, remaining calm as if nothing had happened.

"But he didn't hurt me," you tell him. "Please. Don't fight them. Let us help you get back to normal."

You stared up at The Winter Soldier with a look. The Winter Soldier stared at you before giving you a nod. He stood behind you as you looked at everyone else.

"What do I do now?" You asked nervously.

"Huh. That's new," Sam said.

"Y/n, can you lead him to the lab? We need to see something," Bruce asked you.

"Okay. Um, Bucky?"

"I'm not him," The Winter Soldier tells you.

"Okay. Um what do I call you?" You asked.

"Солдат. (Soldier)"

"I'm sorry. What?" You asked.

"Soldat," The Winter Soldier corrected. But this time, he said it slower and in a way you could understand.

"Soldat. Follow me," you tell him as you followed Bruce to the lab.

You stayed next to Bucky as he sat down for Bruce to look over at him.

"Interesting," Bruce says.

"What?" You asked.

"He seems more calm when it comes to you. Before you got here, his levels were high. But now, he seems more stable around you," Bruce tells you.

"Oh. That's good?"

"I would like to try something out if that's okay?" Bruce says.

"Okay."

"Go to the training room," Bruce says.

"Do I need to change?" You asked.

"No. But just know, this is a test," Bruce tells you.

"Okay," you nervously say.

You and Bucky walked into the training room while Steve, Tony, Sam, and Bruce watched from the side.

"Y/n, remember. This is a test," Bruce tells you.

You looked at him in confusion before seeing one of Tony's training bots walk over with a knife.

"Target acquired," the robot said as it walked over to you with a knife.

It tried to attack you but you quickly dodged it. The Winter Soldier quickly grabbed the bot but it's head with his mental arm before crushing it with his hand. You looked at The Winter Soldier as he looked over at the four. He began to walk over to them, ready to attack them.

"Soldat! Stand down!" You yelled.

The Winter Soldier stopped as you rushed over to him. He looked down at you, making sure you were okay.

"I'm okay," you tell him.

"Okay. Y/n, stand here with us and Steve, you go in," Bruce tells you both.

You walked over to Bruce and Tony as you watched Steve and the Winter Soldier stand in the middle of the room. Another bot attacked Steve but The Winter Soldier didn't do anything, he stood near you, as if he was protecting you. Tony controlled the bot to come towards you but The Winter Soldier quickly stopped it. Crushing it as he did with the one before.

"Okay. It's clear to say that he's only going to protect Y/n."

"What do I do now? When will Bucky be back?" You questioned.

"Usually we keep him contained until Bucky reverts back. But if he's not letting anything or anyone hurt you, then there is a chance he could be okay to roam around as long as you're with him," Bruce says.

"Is that a good idea?" Sam asked.

"We can give it a shot. And if something goes wrong, we'll keep hm contained until he reverts back to Bucky," Steve said.

"I'm willing to try it," you tell the boys.

"Are you sure? You saw what he can do to my bots," Tony asked.

"I'll be okay. And if something goes wrong, I'll call you guys," you tell them.

"Keep this with you," Tony said, handing you a small remote with one button on it. "If he starts to hurt you, just click it and we'll rush to you."

"Okay. Thank you," you say. You looked back at the Winter Soldier who stayed nearby, staring at you.

"I am feeling hungry so come on. I'm gonna make some lunch," you tell The Winter Soldier. He nodded as he followed you out.

Throughout the day, The Winter Soldier stayed close to you. While everyone kept their distance (mostly in fear that The Winter Solider would attack them if they got too close to you), you seemed to be fine with The Winter Soldier lingering near you.

"I'm going to bed. Goodnight everyone," you say as you walked over to your room. You noticed The Winter Soldier stand by your door as you grabbed your pajamas.

"Oh right. Soldat, you can go to your room. I'm just gonna shower and sleep," you tell him.

"Я должен остаться здесь на случай, если у тебя возникнут проблемы. (I must stay here in case you are in trouble)," he tells you.

"English please. I don't speak Russian," you remind him.

"I must stay here in case you are in trouble," he tells you.

"Um okay. I'm just gonna shower and change really quickly," you tell him before walking into your bathroom. You closed the door and locked it before turning on the shower.

After the shower, you changed into your pajamas before blow drying your hair. You walked out of the shower to see The Winter Soldier sitting on your bed.

"Do you need to shower or change into your clothes as well?" You asked.

"I don't need to."

"If you're gonna stay here you're gonna shower. Come on," you tell him before walking out of your room. You led him to his room which was as bare as when you joined the Avengers. You took out his spare clothes before handing them to The Winter Soldier.

"Go shower. If you want, I'll stay out here until you finish," you tell the Winter Soldier. Bucky nodded before walking in the bathroom. You lied on his bed, feeling yourself grow comfortable.

The Winter Soldier walked out of the bathroom in his new clothes to see you asleep on his bed. He turned off the lights for you before sitting on a chair, watching you sleep.

You could feel him watching you, making you slightly wake up.

"You know, that's really creepy," you yawned. "Just come into the bed. You're gonna give me nightmares.

The Winter Soldier sat on the bed, staring at the door, waiting for anyone to come in. You pulled in down onto the bed, making him lie down. The Winter Soldier looked at you as you slept soundly, facing him. He moved his hand, placing it on top of yours.

~~~~~

Bucky had been avoiding you ever since you both woke up in his bed after he reverted back from the Winter Soldier. No matter how hard you tried to talk to him, he was good at hiding away.

"Did I do something wrong?" You asked Wanda and Natasha.

"What do you mean?" Natasha asked.

"Bucky has been ignoring me for the past couple of days. I've tried talking to him but he keeps avoiding me," you pouted.

"You didn't do anything wrong. I think Bucky's embarrassed. I'm surprised he didn't tell you about The Winter Soldier," Wanda said.

"Is it cause I'm new?" You asked.

"You can't be that clueless," Natasha tells you.

"Clearly I am because I don't know what you're talking about," you continued to pout.

"He didn't want you to know because he likes you."

"What? What do you mean?" You asked, sitting up.

"Come on. Ever since you've joined, Bucky has been by your side. If he's not with Steve or Sam, he's with you. And even on missions, he's by your side or close nearby," Natasha says.

"He could just be friendly. Last time I thought someone liked me, they were just being nice and I felt embarrassed and never showed my face to them again," you admitted.

"Bucky is different. He likes you and it's easy for us to see that but you," Wanda says.

"But do you like him?" Natasha asked.

"Yes. He's tall, handsome, he's nice to me and I will admit, it was kinda hot seeing him all protective," you admitted.

"Go talk to him. He should be done with training by now," Natasha tells you. You nodded before getting up to find Bucky.

You found him walking to his room which you quickly caught up to him.

"Bucky. Can we please talk," you asked.

"I have to shower," Bucky says, still trying to avoid you.

"Fine then. I'll make it quick. I like you. And I don't care if you're still struggling with dealing what Hydra put you through. I want to help you anyway that I can. Because that's how much I like you. I like you for who you are. And you're just gonna have to deal with that," you tell him.

Bucky stared at you, surprised at your confession, as you stared at him.

"And now I am going to go because building up that confidence was a lot of energy and if you don't like me back, then that's fine. I just wanted you to know that I like you," you tell him before quickly turning around to leave.

~~~~~

You sat alone up on the roof as you stared out at the city. This was a long way from home but at least the view was nice to look at. You heard someone clear their throat, turning your attention over to them. You found Bucky standing nearby with a pastry box that had a slice of your favorite flavored cake.

"What's that for?" You asked.

"It's an apology cake slice. I'm sorry I've been ignoring you the past couple of days," Bucky said, handing you the cake.

"Thank you for the cake. Please be honest, did I do something wrong?" You asked him, putting the cake next to you.

"You did nothing wrong. It's mostly me," Bucky says as he sat down with you. "To be honest, I really like you too. But I was afraid you would get hurt by The Winter Soldier. Then when I woke up and you were in bed with me, I was afraid he or I took advantage of you.

"Well just to be clear, you didn't. And if you want, we can start things off slowly. I really do like you Bucky," you offered.

"I'd like that. I really do like you too, Y/n and I don't want to ruin anything between us. Believe it or not, you're the only other person I'm comfortable here with," Bucky tells you. You smiled at him.

"I'm comfortable with you too," you tell him.

"Are you doing anything tomorrow?" Bucky asked.

"Not really. Why?" You asked.

"Well, I was thinking, would you want to go on a date? We can go to Coney Island and grab some dinner. Or we can just take a stroll around Central Park," Bucky suggested.

"I like any of those. I've never fully experienced Central Park and I haven't been to Coney Island yet so surprise me," you tell Bucky.

"Alright. Will do," Bucky smiled.

"Do you want to stay here with me and stare out the city? It's one hell of a view," you say.

"I'd like that," Bucky says.

You scooted closer to Bucky before leaning your head on his shoulder. Bucky put his arm around you as you both stared out at the city.

[steddiehyperfixation]

adios, motherfucker

@steddiebingo prompt: anniversary | 3.5k words | T/M | ao3 |

Steve got himself all dolled up just to sit and wait here at this table in this stupid fancy restaurant for an hour by himself. The waiters and waitresses have long started giving him awkward and/or sympathetic glances as they pass by. 

“Are you sure you don't want to order anything yet?” a waitress asks again hesitantly on her next pass. 

“Yeah,” Steve says. He checks his watch. “Actually-” He's over this. He stands up and raps his knuckles lightly against a table. “Just give my table to some happy couple, alright? Someone in love.” 

“Oh-” The waitress nods, still a little awkwardly. “Yeah, alright.”

Steve nods back in acknowledgment before taking a deep breath, running his hands through his hair, and striding on out of there as if he hasn't just been stood up by his own boyfriend. 

He walks a whole block down to some shitty dive bar on a street corner and plops himself down on an empty barstool, waving down the nearest bartender. “Get me something strong that doesn't taste like shit,” he says. 

A man about his age with curly dark hair leans against the counter in front of him. “Sure.” He grins, taking four bottles of alcohol—two in each hand, ringed fingers curled expertly around the bottlenecks—and tipping them into a glass filled with ice. “Rough night?” 

“Yeah,” Steve laughs, just a bit bitterly, “definitely not my best, that's for sure.” 

“Hmm,” the bartender hums sympathetically, although his grin doesn’t fade. He pours in a bit of two more bottles, sprays a soda gun on top, and then slides the completed bright blue drink across the counter. “Mind if I guess?” 

Steve scoffs out another laugh and waves his left hand as he grabs the drink with his right. “Knock yourself out,” he says, glad at least someone is having fun with his misery. Amusement looks good on this bartender anyways, cheeks full and brown eyes crinkled. 

“Fancy dinner date didn't go well,” the bartender guesses, then holds up a hand. “Wait, no,” he amends almost immediately, looking Steve up and down, “fancy dinner date stood you up.” 

“Bingo,” Steve mutters around his straw, sipping steadily at his drink—which hardly tastes like alcohol at all despite the fact that he literally saw the guy grab at least four different types of straight spirits while making it. “How did you know?” 

The bartender rests his elbows on the bartop, settling his weight onto his inked-up forearms and gesturing with little flicks of his fingers as he elaborates, “You’re dressed up nice, far too nice for this shitty place to be where you meant to end up tonight, and I happen to know that there’s a fancy restaurant just down the street from here. Could’ve been a business meeting or a family dinner, but the tight shirt, cologne, and hair gel scream date—and yet you’re here alone, so, something went wrong. You’re upset, but not devastated, so no one died or got broken up with, and there’s not quite enough anger in your eyes for there to have been a fight or some huge betrayal, but there is enough that you were clearly wronged in some way. Your expression is more hurt and disappointed than anything, and your shoulders are hunched and a bit tense like you’re very aware of the fact that you’re here alone and you’re not happy about it. So, put all that together and there you have it: fancy dinner date stood you up.” 

“Holy shit,” Steve says. “You’re Sherlock Holmes.”

“Nah,” the bartender laughs, deep and musical. “I’ve just been doing this a long time, gotten real good at reading people. It’s kind of my job.”

Steve can't help but smile a little at the sound of this guy's laugh. He blames the alcohol, however much he's had so far clearly already beginning to work its magic fuzzing out the edges of his mind and making everything seem lovelier. “Well, I'm impressed,” he says. He takes another several long sips of his drink, hoping to alleviate a bit more of the bitterness still festering in his heart. “Although you did miss a few details. It wasn't just some random date who stood me up-”

“It was your girlfriend,” the bartender says, like he's so sure he already knows. 

“Boyfriend,” Steve corrects. 

“Ah.” The bartender barely even blinks and his smug smile doesn't falter. “Close enough.” He goes right back to showing off, leaning forward and tapping his fingers against the counter as those dark, discerning eyes attempt to glean even more clues from Steve’s appearance. “And it was a special occasion, wasn't it? The fancy dinner was meant to be a celebration,” he says. “A birthday?” 

“Anniversary,” Steve tells him. “One year.” 

“Oof.” The bartender leans back, sucking in air through his teeth and grimacing sympathetically. “Yeah, okay, that's worse.”

Steve snorts. “Yeah.” He stabs his straw idly at the ice in his glass. It's nearly empty already (has he really had that much that fast?). “Our relationship hasn't been the most solid lately and I was hoping I could try to fix that tonight—rekindle it or patch things up or whatever,” he mutters in unnecessary explanation, just to say it, really, as if talking about it might make it feel less shitty. He shakes his head and sighs. “But I guess not.” 

“Well, if it makes you feel better, I think your boyfriend’s a fucking idiot,” the bartender says bluntly. He gives a grin that's equal parts friendly solidarity and casual flirtation as he presses a hand dramatically to his chest and adds, “If I had gotten lucky enough to bag a decent and devastatingly gorgeous guy like you, I don't think I'd ever leave his side.” 

Steve laughs and his heart feels lighter. “Thanks, man, I appreciate it.” He finishes off the last sip of his drink, only just now beginning to become aware of the buzz of it in his veins. “I’m Steve, by the way.” 

“Eddie.” The bartender—Eddie—clears Steve's empty glass off the counter. “Are you starting a tab, Steve?” 

“Yeah.” Steve nods. “Can I have another one of the same thing?”

“‘Course you can.” Eddie's smile has turned amused again, if not just a touch concerned. “But you might want to start slowing down a bit there, big boy. That drink you just downed is gonna hit you like a truck in a minute; they don't call it an ‘Adios, Motherfucker’ for nothing.” 

Steve exhales a short puff of laughter. “It's called a what?” 

Eddie grins. “An Adios, Motherfucker,” he repeats as he starts pouring the drink. “Well, colloquially, at least. I think fancier bars’ll name it, like, Electric Iced Tea or Blue Motorcycle or something, but yeah, pretty much everyone just calls it an Adios.” He looks at Steve now with a slightly more serious edge to his eyes, raising his eyebrows. “So take it easy, alright?”

“Yeah, alright,” Steve agrees, still chuckling at the drink name. “I’ll drink this one slower, I promise.” 

“Good.” Eddie nods in satisfaction, all charm and easy smiles again. 

The bar is getting busier—an after dinner rush, probably—and Eddie receives a not-so-subtle hip check from one of his fellow bartenders in an obvious nudge to quit lingering on Steve and start helping some other customers. 

“Sorry, duty calls,” Eddie says, and he really does sound reluctant about it. He pushes the drink across the counter towards Steve. “Adios, motherfucker,” he signs off with a smirk and a little two-finger salute before he slides down the bar to serve someone else. 

Steve smiles, straw caught mindlessly between his teeth as his eyes follow Eddie. He watches him flash that bright grin at more customers, laughing with a group of girls as he pours them shots. Watches him grab someone a beer, pulling a bottle opener from his back pocket, spinning it around his finger into his palm, and cracking the bottle cap off all in one fluid motion. Watches him reach up for liquor on the top shelf, fitted black shirt riding up to give a glimpse of smooth white skin and a tattoo snaking across his hip. 

It's enough to make Steve’s cheeks flush and his blood run hotter—even without the extra heat from the alcohol that is hitting him, as Eddie said, like a truck. If he didn't feel so fuzzy, giddy, drunk, maybe he'd feel a bit guilty for the way he's staring at this other man while he's still in a relationship. But it's not like Steve would ever actually do anything, and a stare alone is not an infidelity. There’s no harm in looking. 

Besides, Eddie's eyes were all over him too, even now stealing glances just as Steve is. And that feels good too. It's nice to be looked at, to feel desirable, wanted. God knows he hasn't been getting that from his own boyfriend lately. He can hardly remember the last time he was looked at as anything other than a nuisance or a chore, touched out of anything more than obligation or a means of placation, loved in a way that burned. It had been there once, desire and warmth, but somewhere down the line it’d been lost. Steve had almost forgotten what it felt like, how much he’s missed it. 

So Steve lets himself indulge in looking and being looked at, and that's all that it will ever be. Whatever fire he feels for this random hot bartender is for himself and himself only, whatever lustful thoughts he has about Eddie’s lips or hands or hips locked away firmly in the realm of imagination and fantasy, never to enter reality. Because even like this, drunk and jilted, the idea of cheating is unfathomable to Steve. 

“You look very pensive,” Eddie comments when he makes his way back around to Steve, and his voice distracts him. 

Steve blinks. “What?” 

“Deep in thought,” Eddie clarifies. He leans against the bar and raises his eyebrows, another little smirk playing on those pretty lips. “You contemplating breaking up with your dumbass boyfriend?” 

“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Steve matches his expression without missing a beat. There’s no harm in flirting either. 

“Yeah, I would.” Eddie’s grin widens and he shrugs innocently. “He sounds like a piece of shit, taking you for granted and ditching you on your anniversary. I got a feeling you probably deserve a whole lot better than that.”

Those words, though said light and casual, land with more impact than Eddie likely intended. It thuds solidly into Steve’s chest, the realization that yeah, actually, maybe he kind of does deserve better. It's funny, up until now the idea of leaving had seemed unfathomable to him too. He ducks his head, taking a thoughtful sip of his drink. “Yeah, I think you're probably right.” 

“‘Course I’m right, sweetheart,” Eddie says confidently. “I told you, I'm good at reading people.”  

Steve unsuccessfully bites back a smile at the pet name, eyes slow and wandering as he looks back up at Eddie. “Do you think-” 

“Fucking hell, Steve, there you are!” a familiar and pissed off voice interrupts what he was about to say. Steve turns around to find his boyfriend marching over to him in a huff. “I went to the restaurant but they told me you already gave our table away.” 

Steve stares at him, more shocked and bewildered than anything. “Our reservation was two hours ago, Tommy.” 

Tommy stops in front of Steve with his arms crossed. “Okay, so I'm a little bit late-” 

“Two hours is not a little-”

“I’m a little bit late and I have to find you here in this shitty bar already practically eye-fucking some grungy-ass bartender!”

“I was not-”

“Are you actually fucking him too? Is that why you just couldn't wait to run off here?” 

“Oh my god.” Steve laughs incredulously, grabbing his drink and gulping down nearly half of what's left—because fuck taking it slow, he needs all the help that alcohol can give him right now. He shakes his head. “Do you even know how insane you sound right now?”

Tommy scoffs. “Oh, right, so you can accuse me of cheating like every other week, but when I turn it back on you suddenly I’m the crazy one?” 

“Yeah,” Steve says. “Yeah. Because I wouldn't—I haven't, but you have. I know you have!” His voice rises with anger and emotion, loud enough to get the whole bar turning to stare at them. “You come home fucking smelling like it!” 

“Jesus, Steve, you really wanna do this now?” Tommy says, sighing wearily as if he's not the one who started the damn argument in the first place. “It's our anniversary.” 

“Yeah, it is.” Another laugh shudders out of him; Steve can't help it; he can't fucking believe this. “It's our fucking anniversary, and you know what? I think it's the last one we're ever gonna have. I can't do this anymore, Tommy. I’m done—we're done.”

Tommy seems taken aback for a second, like the idea of Steve leaving had been unfathomable to him as well, but then he blinks and shakes his head, dismissive as always. “You're drunk, babe. You don't know what you're saying.” 

“Yes, I do-” 

“No, you don't.” Tommy grabs Steve's arm, fingers pressing hard into his bicep as he tries to tug him from his seat. “Come on, let's go home. We can still-” 

Steve recoils, yanks his arm out of Tommy's grasp. “Don't fucking touch me.” 

Tommy reaches for him again. “Steve-” 

“Hey!” Eddie intervenes then, tone sharp and dangerous enough that it makes Tommy stop before he can get another grip on Steve. “Let’s keep our hands to ourselves, alright?” 

Tommy turns his ire onto the bartender, sneering, “Stay out of this, freak.” 

“Get out of my bar, dickwad,” Eddie retorts. 

“That's exactly what I'm trying to do,” Tommy snaps. He rolls his eyes irritably and levels a stern glare back on Steve. “Steve, let's go. You're making a scene.” 

“You're making a scene,” Steve protests. He feels like he's going crazy, unsolid in his body and dizzy from the emotional rollercoaster of this argument. “You're the one who came in here shouting at me first! God-” He shakes his head, running a hand through his hair like that might help ground him a little. “I can't believe I was going to try to fix us tonight. I'm not your fucking dog on a leash, Tommy, not anymore. I meant it when I said I’m done. So just leave- just leave me alone.” 

A muscle jumps in Tommy’s jaw and he seethes like he wants to keep fighting, but between Eddie’s warning glare and the giant security guard slowly shifting closer at the bartender’s subtle gesturing, he seems to come to the conclusion that Steve isn’t worth all that trouble. “Fine.” Tommy throws up his hands and takes a step back. “Suit yourself. You can go shack up with that loser bartender now, you fucking slut, see if I care. We’ll just see how long it takes for you to come crawling back once you sober up and realize that you're nothing without me,” he snarls before finally turning on his heel to leave. 

Steve takes a swig of his drink. “Adios, motherfucker,” he retorts to Tommy’s retreating back. He watches until his now-ex-boyfriend is completely gone and then looks around, flinging an arm out as if to dismiss all the nosy onlookers still staring at him. “Show’s over!” He turns back to the bar and slumps against it, dropping his head heavily into his hands, fingers curling in his hair. “Fuck.” 

“You okay, man?” Eddie asks. 

“Yeah.” Steve sighs and lifts his head. 

“You don't live with that bastard, do you?” 

“Yeah. Shit.” 

“Have you got anywhere else you can go, someone else you can stay with?” 

Steve shakes his head. His best friend, Robin, is out of town with her girlfriend this weekend (because she's actually in a normal healthy relationship with a partner who adores her—and no, Steve's not jealous or bitter, what are you talking about?) and she's the only one he could even think to call right now. His family doesn't really speak to him anymore and most of his other friends are friends of Tommy’s. Fuck. Maybe Tommy was right, Steve really doesn't have much left without him. He swallows down how thoroughly miserable that makes him feel. “No, I’ll, uh- I can just sleep in my car tonight probably, and I'll figure something else out tomorrow.” 

Eddie considers him for a moment with a little scrunched up frown. “Yeah, I can't in good conscience let you do that,” he decides. “Look, um—not to be weird, because I know I’m a total stranger, and please don't take this the wrong way—but my place is just around the corner from here and I've got a pull-out couch you can crash on if you need to,” he offers. He gives a small smile and raises his hands in good faith, making things light though still just as genuine. “I promise I won't try to kill you in your sleep or take advantage of you or anything.” 

Steve licks his teeth, tilting his head. “What if I want you to?” 

“You want me to kill you in your sleep?” Eddie lifts an eyebrow, teasing, deflecting. 

“No, I meant—” Steve shakes his head, bites his lip. “What if I want you to take advantage of me? What if…I don't want to be alone tonight?” 

“You just ended a year-long relationship, sweetheart, give yourself a minute.” 

“Yeah, no, but I'm fine. That’d been falling apart for a while now—tonight just made it official, but I’ve already had time. I’m over it, I’m okay.” 

“Steve.” Eddie leans forward and reaches a hand up to Steve's face, a brief and featherlight touch as he brushes his thumb across Steve's cheek. “You're crying.” 

“What- no, I’m-” Steve pulls back and wipes at his eyes. His fingers come away wet. “Shit.” He must be drunker than he thought if he couldn't even feel his own tears running down his face. He must be a lot sadder than he thought, too. 

“Yeah.” Eddie smiles sympathetically, soft and kind. “So I'm not gonna sleep with you, man, not tonight, but I can give you a safe place to rest if you want it.” 

Steve nods. “Okay, yeah.” He hates the way his voice sounds, rough and cracked and pathetic, still rubbing furiously at his eyes trying to get them to quit welling up. Now that he's aware of his tears he can't seem to make them fucking stop. He's stronger than this, he knows he is. God, no wonder Eddie doesn't want to fuck him. Steve’s a mess. 

Finishing his drink helps, and so does simply taking a few minutes to hide in his hands and suck in several deep, measured breaths. Over the next hour or so, as Steve waits for Eddie’s shift to be over, slowly his eyes become drier and he sits a little straighter. He lets his gaze follow Eddie again, something to focus on—not quite as lustfully as before, just watching him work. That helps too. 

By the time they walk to Eddie's apartment and get the couch set up, Steve has pulled himself together enough to feel like he more or less at least bears a resemblance to his usual self again. As Eddie bids him goodnight and turns to leave for his own room, Steve ventures one last attempt at seduction, taking Eddie by the hand and asking, “Are you sure I can't tempt you?”

Eddie just smiles and shakes his head. “Another time,” he says, and it sounds like a promise, squeezing Steve's hand. “Besides, it's better this way. Wouldn't want our anniversary to be on the same day as your douchebag ex anyways.” 

“Yeah…” Steve agrees, managing a small smile in return and letting go. 

While it’s still hard not to feel rejected, he knows that Eddie’s refusal isn't something cruel, it's sweet. Eddie’s not saying ‘never’, he’s just saying ‘not tonight’, allowing Steve the space and time to fully untangle himself from Tommy first; for now only wanting to make sure that Steve's safe and asking nothing in return. Leaving it open so that maybe one day, when Steve has settled back on his own two feet, if he still wants to come back and seek Eddie out again, maybe then they could start something real, something more than just one night of meaningless sex borne out of a sad and lonely boy’s desperation to be loved. And there’s a type of love in that too, isn't there—the kindness of a stranger? It’s not quite the love Steve had hoped for from today, but maybe it's exactly the love he needed. 

So he doesn't push it, doesn't argue or insist or continue to throw himself at him. Steve just kisses Eddie quickly on the cheek instead and tells him, “Thank you.” 

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

Fic where jason teaches reader to smoke using a blunt or bong? Shotgunning?

Ooooo i really like this one! Just warning you though, I actually don't smoke so this may not be super accurate!

Light Those Lips

He'd gotten better about using an ashtray, at least.

Jason Todd x Reader

Yay! Some fluff-ish smut-ish writing✨ Obvious warnings for marijuana use and some very very slight choking, if you squint

It was supposed to be an easy night- most nights that he's over are, and more often than not they end up with Jason falling asleep on your couch with the burned-out stub of a blunt on your coffee table.

And, look, you weren't particularly interested in smoking as it was. Sure, you may have taken edibles with him before, or maybe you hadn't. Either way, smoking a joint with Jason was new territory.

You've poked fun at him before, saying that you won't be donating your lungs when his are finally black and shriveled from the amount of marijuana he smokes. But, deep down, you know why he smokes.

At first you thought it was just a hobby of his, which was fine. Until you got closer. It wasn't easy for him to open up about the Lazerous Pits or just how badly they fucked him up. Even then, it was difficult to get Jason to explain any of it. Nearly every day was a struggle for him, and his nights patrolling Gotham were no better.

His shoulders were too tight. His hips would cramp up upon nearly any movement. His knees would pop every time he stood or landed too hard pulling some dangerous stunt.

Taking that into consideration, you weren't too shocked to smell the weed wafting from the door of your apartment when you came home from work. Or when it practically hit you in the face as you turned the door knob.

As expected, you were met with the sight of Jason lounging on your couch, a large, burning blunt placed lazily between his lips. You made sure to close the door as quickly as possible so your neighbors wouldn't complain.

His head was leaned back, feet propped up on your coffee table like you've scolded him to stop doing, and his eyes were closed tightly, as if the lights of your apartment were too bright but he couldnt be bothered to turn them off.

"Migraine again?"

The most you're met with is a barely-noticable nod before he takes a short drag.

It made your heart twist to see just how disgruntled Jason looks, his body clearly aching and in pain in ways that you couldn't help. But, then again, you warned him last night before he left to take it easy on his patrol.

Did he listen? Absolutely the fuck not.

It didn't take long for you to be cuddled against his side on the tattered, worn couch, your work bag long forgotten on the kitchen countertop. His free arm is around you in an instant, pulling you as close as possible without getting too close to the burning blunt- he's too worried about burning you on accident.

Then there was a silence between the two of you, stretching wide and thin like a blanket. It was comfortable. Home. Like some part of you that gets torn away every time Jason goes out.

You let your eyes close softly, pressing a kiss onto Jason shoulder before moving your head to be comfortable again. You expected the night to turn out like this, cuddled against his side until he was out of pain enough to fall asleep.

What you didnt expect was for him to lightly press his blunt against your lips.

You opened your eyes again, looking up at him with an expression that could only be described as confused. You didn't know how to smoke a cigarette, let alone an actual blunt! "Jay, I don't... I haven't-"

"I know, sweetness," he cuts you off slightly, his free hand moving to rub loving circles along your back, "you don't have to try it. Just wan' you to know the option's there."

And you know he would never pressure you into anything like that. You know that your boyfriend would never guilt you into smoking or taking substances with him. But something in you wants to, just out of curiosity. What does it even feel like?

Your fingers are careful as they take the roll from between his, making sure not to let any of the ash hit him on accident. From the corner of your eye, you can almost see the amused look on his face. And his eyes being all red and puffy.

"Suck in, baby..."

The paper felt weird against your lips, but certainly not unpleasant. You wrapped your lips around the edge of it, taking in a small breath and feeling the smoke fill your lungs. And your lungs sputtering to get it out.

In the background, you can hear Jason laughing a little at all of your coughing, but it's overshadowed by the burning in your lungs. After a moment, though, he's rubbing your back and cooing soft things like "Good job, angel..." or "You did great, babycakes."

He decides to save you from a bit of misery by cautiously taking the blunt back and taking a long drag before whispering "Come here, baby... I can help."

You have such a love-hate relationship with just how quick you are to listen to him, yet there's jo reservation when you sit up again, letting your lungs expand fully again as your eyes meet.

Jason pulls you forward slightly, his free hand resting on your cheek before he pulls you in for something like a kiss, his mouth pushing just the slightest bit of smoke into your lungs. Your breath stutters a little, struggling to catch up with the sudden invasion, until you slowly adapt.

The taste of it almost weighs down your tongue, pressing against your diaphragm like a weighted blanket. You cough less this time, at least, with your hands moving to rest on his biceps. Your fingers trail up and under the sleeves of his shirt, just the way he likes it- it makes him feel closer to you without needing to be fully naked.

Eventually, all of the smoke is pushed from his mouth to your lungs, filling you up like some drug balloon. You didn't think that anything would really hit right away, but your body began to feel... fuzzy. It's definitely different than getting high from an edible, thats for sure. You almost kind of get why he smokes to take the edge off of his pain omce it all kicks in.

Jason pulls away slightly, his eyes still puffy and red in a way that only weed could explain. And then, he laughs. Fucking laughs. "Christ, baby... You already feeling it?" He teases, taking a drag and letting the smoke settle in his lungs before breathing it out again.

"Am not!"

But you both know the truth. The feeling is... Unfamiliar, but definitely not bad. Jason's grin only widens as he offers an invitation: "Come take another hit, beautiful." His tone is smooth, almost charismatic, and it has a way of just making you feel at ease. Or maybe it's the pot. Probably the pot.

You don't hesitate to press your lips to his again as he takes another drag, this one longer and deeper. The smoke entering your lungs through his mouth only enhances the fuzzy, numb feeling building in your very bones. And right now? It's almost making you want to climb your hunk of a boyfriend like a god damn tree.

Jason doesn't pull away once the smoke has left his body. Instead, his lips move steadily across yours, his free hand moving to tilt your head to the perfect angle for him to slip his tongue into your mouth. He'd be lying if he said he didn't get incredibly hard from the aftertaste of marijuana on you.

The longer you stay locked in this intimate embrace, the more you find yourself getting lost in Jason's touch, in the lingering taste of weed and something distinctly masculine on his tongue. Your own hands seem to move on their own accord, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as they slide up the firm planes of his back.

Jason's arm around your waist tightens, crushing you against his chest as he deepens the kiss with a low groan. The blunt falls forgotten from his fingers, clattering onto the couch cushion beside you as his hand comes up to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing over the apple of your cheek.

"Fuck, you taste good like this," he rasps against your lips, voice gravelly and thick with desire. "Getting me all sorts of worked up, baby."

He punctuates his words with a roll of his hips, the rigid length of his cock pressing against your stomach through the worn denim of his jeans. A shiver runs through you at the contact, your core clenching with anticipation.

Jason seems to take your body's reaction as the green light he needs. In a flash, he's maneuvering you onto your back on the couch, his larger frame blanketing yours as he settles between your spread thighs. You can feel the heat of him seeping through your clothes, warming you from the inside out.

"Tell me you don't feel that, angel," he growls, grinding his clothed erection against your aching center. "Tell me you don't fucking want this."

His words are nearly swallowed by the sound of your whimper, head falling back against the cushion as pleasure sparks behind your eyelids. Your fingers fist in his hair, nails digging into his scalp as you hold him close.

"Jason..." Your voice is breathless, barely above a whisper, but it's enough to spur him on.

A deep, approving rumble builds in his chest as he ducks his head, lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. Each press of his mouth against your skin sends a bolt of lightning straight to your core, stoking the growing heat between your legs.

"Been thinkin' 'bout this all fuckin' day," he confesses, teeth grazing your collarbone. "Could barely focus on shit, knew I had you waitin' for me back here. Couldn't fuckin' wait for this pretty pussy."

His filthy words, gravelly and dripping with lust, make your toes curl in your boots. You can feel your cheeks flushing, but it's not just from embarrassment. No, the heat spreading through you is because of the raw, unbridled desire burning in his eyes as he stares down at you, pupils blown wide and dark with want.

Jason's hand slides down from your jaw to your throat, long fingers wrapping around your neck in a loose, possessive hold. His thumb presses against your racing pulse, feeling it jump beneath his touch. A wicked smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"You're fuckin' gorgeous like this, you know that?" he murmurs, voice a low, intimate rumble. "Flushed and fuckin' needy, just for me. I fuckin' love it."

To punctuate his point, he rolls his hips sharply against yours, the thick line of his cock grinding against your leaking pussy. The friction sends a jolt of pleasure shooting up your spine, drawing a choked gasp from your lips.

Jason's smirk widens into a full-blown grin, eyes glinting with satisfaction and a hint of smugness. "That's it, baby. Wanna hear all those pretty noises spillin' from this sexy little mouth. Wanna make you fuckin' scream."

His other hand finds the hem of your sweater, calloused fingers dipping beneath to stroke the soft skin of your stomach. His touch is electric, leaving tingling trails in its wake as he slowly pushes the fabric up and up, exposing inch after inch of smooth, creamy flesh.

You squirm beneath him, suddenly feeling shy under his heated gaze. But before you can cover yourself, his hand is there, palming the soft swell of your breast. His thumb and forefinger find your nipple, rolling and pinching the sensitive bud until it pebbles beneath his touch.

"Fuck, these tits..." Jason groans, ducking his head to press open-mouthed kisses to the valley between your breasts. "Been fuckin' dyin' to get my hands on these perfect fuckin' tits."

He pushes the sweater up further, until it's bunched under your chin, baring your chest completely to his hungry gaze. Then, with a low growl, he dips his head and takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

That is, until the door bell rings.

You jump a lot more than Jason does, the marijuana making you a little paranoid. Before Jason can even process any of it, you've already scampered away and pulled your sweater back over your chest.

"Crap..." Jason mumbles as he finally makes a move to answer the door, "forgot I ordered a pizza."

Masterlist

[trivia-yandere]

like..you’ve been gone so long I just know you’re going to feed us

can we see a snippet of anything you’re willing to show? 🥺

i have been silently typing away, trying to fulfill the requests you all send 😭 but yes, i can show one ive been working on :3

fuck it, a look into “nerviosa” with college senior jungkook & college freshman mc 🤙🏽

You’re mad at me.” Jungkook murmurs, leaning against your closed door. You’re sitting on your bed, a book open in your lap. You try not to look at his exposed arms and at the way they’re flexed.

“How so?” you respond, glancing back down to your book.

“You’ve been ignoring me.” Jungkook responds. You’re underneath your covers, but it stops at your waist. Your tank top is loose at the shoulders and only one strap is down your arm. “All week.”

You decide to close the book and place it onto your night stand. You grasp your phone and open an app. You decide to dim the lights in hopes of him not fully seeing your expression 

You offer Jungkook your full attention now. “Where’s your girlfriend?”

Jungkook snickers softly. He leans away from your bedroom door, making sure to lock it before he does, and comes closer to you. 

“Why?” Jungkook asks, at the foot of your bed. 

“She’s your girlfriend.” you respond. You have yet to tell Jungkook to leave like you should have. You should have stopped yourself from the beginning, but you didn't.

“I’m aware.” Jungkook rounds the foot of your bed, “She’s mad at me.”

“I suppose that’s why you’ve come to me.”

Your tone is sharp, Jungkook notes.

“That’s not true.” Jungkook retorts. “You’ve been ignoring me all week. You walked right past me as if you didn’t see me.”

…

“Are you going to tell her?”

“No!” you exclaim. There was no way you could ever tell his girlfriend that you’ve gone this far with him. The question itself was ludicrous and even the thought of it made you want to throw up.

“Neither will I.” Jungkook speaks. “It can be a secret you and I share, right?”

You aren’t able to answer before Jungkook pecks you on the lips.

“Whatever happens here…” Jungook’s hands move from your back and instead focuses on your shoulders now. The straps are already down and it’s nothing to further pull them down. His eyes never leave yours. They’re daring you to stop him - to push him away and be adamant that you didn’t want to do this.

You remained silent. Even as Jungkook fully pulls the strap from your arms and begins to push your tank-top down, you don’t say anything. “...stays here.” Jungkook finishes, his eyes flickering down to your now exposed breasts. “Okay?”

[midnightloversmusic]

HELLOOO first request kinda nervous✌️😋

Can I hav3 poly! Wolfstar where you wanna get a tattoo Mostly fluff some dirty jokes....?

Hiii thanks for the request!!! Just a warning I have never gotten a tattoo so idk how accurate this is, sorry if anythings off! enjoyyyyy

Edit: omg I’m so blind I just re-read the request and realized you wanted poly wolfstar and I wrote for poly marauders my bad I’m so sorry😭😭

Cw: talk of needles/getting a tattoo. Reader referred to as “girl”, reader talks about having previous tattoos

Poly!marauders x fem!reader 640 Words

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James’s hand was squeezing yours. You think It was more for his comfort than your own.

His arm was outstretched behind him to reach you, and he was facing a wall while squeezing his eyes shut tightly.

Saying he was squeamish with needles would be an extreme understatement.

Remus stands next to him, rubbing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“You’re doing great, James.”

He just whimpers in return.

Your heart twists a little at the thought of James being here to comfort you, even though the thought of needles or getting tattoos pains him, or as he once told you, makes him nauseous.

He was appalled at your previous suggestion that he stayed home.

“I’m not staying home while they stab my girl hundreds of times with a needle! I’m grown, I can handle it. I want to be there for you.”

His tangent had convinced you then, but you feel horrible now.

Though, the feeling might be slightly related to the needles pricking your skin.

You hear Sirius snicker quietly from his spot kneeling beside you.

He whispers into your ear,

“Remus has to tell James he's doing great like he’s getting the bloody tattoo, eh?”

One look at Sirius’s face, scrunched up in an odd way that you know indicates he's holding back a boisterous laugh, makes you have to work hard to hold back your own.

“Don’t make fun of him! He’s obviously suffering.”

Sirius has to cover his mouth to stifle the giggles that come over him.

Remus glares at him.

You were fine. Honestly. You have gotten tattoos before, it wasn't that big of a deal. Obviously it wasn’t a pleasant experience, but it wasn’t a horrible one either. The end products have (so far) all been worth it.

Sirius is no stranger to tattoos; most of his body was covered in intricate patterns and designs, some of which he had even done himself.

Out of all of your boyfriends, Sirius was the most helpful when it came to this.

Remus has a few tattoos, but he got them done a while ago. And although he’d never admit it, he used numbing cream.

He wasn’t completely useless though. When the artist left the room he made a particular comment about kissing it better after the tattoo healed. Which resulted in you flushing and stumbling over your words when the Artist came back in to ask you questions about what you wanted done.

You definitely didn't get points for subtlety because the artist noted the blush on your face and the slight smirk on Remus’ and continued to throw curious glances between you and your boyfriends for the rest of the session.

James, bless his oh too big heart, is still squeezing your hand as the artist finishes up.

When he says he's done and hands you a mirror to check it out, James lets out a relieved sigh

“Oh thank god,” He lets out in a quick breath,

“Anymore of that and I would have been heaving on the floor, lovie.”

The artist makes a judgmental expression, and Sirius rolls his eyes but gets up to give James a slap on the back and congratulate him for not throwing up.

Remus makes his way over to you, handing off James to be Sirius’s problem.

You are looking in the mirror with awe. Your tattoo came out perfect, just what you wanted.

Remus grabs your waste and positions you so he can get a look.

“Wow Dove, looks amazing.”

You hear a wolf whistle come from over his shoulder,

“Smokin’ hot, love” Sirius says

James, still not wanting to look, goes

“I’m sure it looks amazing, honey. I'm happy that you’re happy with it.”

You giggle and thank them, slightly bashful from their compliments.

After a few weeks, Remus acts on his previous promise with James and Sirius hot on his tail.

[aelxnox]

SOMNO

warning: somno, sub!cait, clit sucking, fingering, reader pushing four fingers inside cait, slight dacryphilia, nipple biting, slight face slapping, brief mention of fisting, slight overstim, dom!reader

You just got back from working at the bakery that you own. Your muscles sore and your neck aching from looking down all day. All you really wanted was to rest.

You expected a greeting from Caitlyn, like usual. She would wait for you in the living room and engulfe you in a hug the moment you open the door.

But this time, she didn't. The house was eerily quiet and you can't help but frown at the dim lights.

"Cait?" you called out, hoping for an answer—but you got nothing. So you decided to take long strides towards your shared bedroom. You opened the door, and there she was—lying beautifully in your bed.

She was dressed in her lavender robe, the hem was rode up to her upper thigh—revealing her creamy skin.

You felt your breath caught in your throat when your eyes travelled farther up to Caitlyn's exposed cleavage—her perky nipples straining against the thin fabric.

"Shit.." you muttered under your breath, beads of sweat forming on your forehead despite the room being cold.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and slowly walked towards your sleeping girlfriend, her mouth slightly opened that revealed her tooth gap.

You were already hovering her before you even realised, your hand now caressing the smooth skin of her thigh. "You're making me insane." you whispered and leaned down to press a kiss on Caitlyn's lips.

This is wrong, you thought. But you'd discussed it with Caitlyn overa couple of drinks. Her eyes were dazed and her words slurred when she told you, "You can use me anytime you want, darling. I always want to satisfy you."

Those words came out of her own mouth. So surely, there's nothing wrong with what you're about to do.. right?

"Fuck it." you hissed and slowly slid the robe off of Caitlyn's slender body, your mouth watering with each reveal of her delicate skin.

You bit your bottom lip when the robe finally came off, and you wasted no time in leaning down to wrap your lips around one of her nipples. Your tongue circled around it and your teeth grazed her areola.

Caitlyn's brow twitched but didn't wake—and that's what made you keep going.

You slowly nipped at her skin, leaving a mark and softly biting down on her nipple. Caitlyn gasped, but her eyes were still closed.

"Hmm.. 'm sorry, baby." you mumbled and reached down to cup her heat, your eyes widening when you felt your hand get soaked.

"Fuck, you're so wet." you chuckled and gave her breast a tight squeeze. You stuck out your tongue and licked your way down to her pussy, her sweet aroma instantly hitting your nostrils.

You stared at her clit and used your thumb to lift up the hood before giving it a peck. "Cute little pussy." you giggled to yourself and latched your lips around the sensitive bud.

You heard a whimper from Caitlyn, but you didn't stop. You sucked her clit and teased her hole with your thumb, your mouth letting out lewd noises that echoed through the room.

"Hmm.." she moaned, eyes still closed but her face started to get flushed. You looked up and slowly pushed two of your fingers inside her clenching hole, and that's when she awakened.

Caitlyn's body jolted from the pleasure and she looked down to see your eyes already looking at hers. "Hey, darling." you smiled and flicked your tongue on her clit.

Her back arched and her hands flew to grasp your hair, profanities softly escaping her mouth.

"Ahh.. k-keep going. That feels so good." she drawled, legs spreading wider to give you more access.

You detached your lips from her clit and looked down to see your fingers inside her, a wicked idea entering your mind.

"You're so tight, aren't you?" you purred, your voice low as you crawled up to capture Caitlyn's mouth. You frowned when you didn't get an answer, your hand flying up to smack her face.

"Answer." you growled in her ear and she immediately nodded her head, "Y-yes." she whimpered and you smiled before licking her reddened cheek.

"Let's stretch you out, then." you husked and grunted when you slowly pushed another two inside her cunt, a scream emanating from Caitlyn when you stretched her pussy out.

"Hnngh, h-hurts.. it hurts." she sobbed, tears starting to spill out from her eyes. Your eyes softened and caressed her face with your other hand. "Shh, it's all right. I've got you." you reassured her and pushed the entire lengths of your fingers inside.

"It's okay, sweetheart. It's okay." you repeated and sucked her nipple. "Tell me when to move." you whispered, making Caitlyn nod.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, tears still streaming down her cheeks as her face contorted in pain. You did everything to soothe it, your mouth leaving marks on her breasts and tongue stimulating her nipples.

"M-move, please." she whimpered and you looked up with a grin. You leaned down to kiss her, tongue delving in her mouth whilst you slowly moved your fingers in and out of her stretched pussy.

Caitlyn's legs trembled, her hands gripping your shirt tightly. "Ahh, hmmm.. keep going, k-keep going." she groaned, mouth ajar when you curled your fingers.

"You look so beautiful, my love." you cooed when you saw the heavy tears in her eyes and fastened your pace, your thumb pressing down on her sensitive clit.

"Ungh! Ahh, I-I'm close, darling.. hngh." Caitlyn sputtered, her legs trapping your body. "Go on, I've got you." you murmured, tongue licking her nipples repeatedly.

You felt Caitlyn's walls squeeze your digits, her legs trembling and back arching off the mattress when she squirted around your fingers—your eyes widening at the liquid coming out of her hole.

"Oh, shit." you chuckled breathily, teeth biting your bottom lip. Caitlyn's eyes rolled, her entire body spasming at her intense orgasm.

You continued to fuck her with your fingers and only stopped once she let out a high-pitched scream and tried to push your hand away.

"I'm done, baby, I'm done." you chuckled. "You did a great job."

Your eyes studied Caitlyn's fucked-out face Her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead, body flinching, and chest heaving up and down whilst she recovered.

"Tastes good." you praised, making Caitlyn turn her head to watch you lick your fingers clean.

She smiled and pulled you down to lie beside her. "That was amazing." she whispered and tried to kiss you properly.

"You were amazing. I'm fisting you next time." you poked her cheek, Caitlyn's eyes looking at you with lust. "Oh? You want that, don't you?"

"Shut up. Let's go to sleep." she groaned, hand shoved into your face.

[harmonyrae]

Thank you @tofufairy for asking if I'll write a blurb for Caleb on this one! The fact it took me 30 seconds to figure out what he'd do... I think I have a soft spot for the possessive puppy.

🎶You make me wanna make you fall in love...🎶

It's rare that you get the apartment to yourself on days Caleb was in town. Caleb moving in was not part of your plan honestly, but you wouldn't trade it for the world. It was only part-time since he still lived in Sky Haven a majority of the time. Like hell you'd let your boyfriend stay in a hotel when he visits! But when you did have the place to yourself, you made the most of it.

Volume? All the way up. Luxury bath soaps? Out. You had to keep them hidden since Caleb would use them up in a single use, that giant ass man... Good thing you love him. Now was your chance to slap on a hair mask, a face mask, a foot mask, all the masks! A thorough shave was needed, not that Caleb complained, but you loved feeling his face when he... OH! Your song is on!

You've had this song on repeat the whole week leading up to Caleb arriving. And it's totally not because your co-worker just had a baby and you're suffering from baby fever... You don't want kids, at least not yet, but it has made you think about how adorable Caleb would be as a dad. And those thoughts... are dangerous... for your pussy...

You sit on the side of your tub, your face covered in a bright pink "pore minimizing" mask, your hair slicked back with coconut oil and pinned up, your skin raw from the grapefruit exfoliant you just used - fuck, being a girl is a full-time job. You prop your leg up beside you, your razor making careful swipes, the faucet pouring out boiling hot water - just how you like it. You order Alexa to turn up the volume. She promptly replies it is at maximum volume, so you improvise.

Oh, I know you want my touch for life If you love me right, then who knows? I might let you make me Juno! Caleb sneaks through the front door, still a sweaty mess from his gym session with Gideon. He drops the bouquet of hydrangeas on the kitchen counter and crouches to look for a vase under the sink. He heard the muffled instrumental of your music when he came in. It was familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He figured you were in the bathroom and he'd have to wait to take his shower, so he got to work on making lunch.

As the lyrics picked up, even muffled, he immediately knew the song. You little tease. Lunch will have to wait. Caleb pulls his tank top off as he walks through your room. He shoots it into the hamper before carefully twisting the handle to open your bathroom door.

The tub sits opposite the door, so your back is to him. He bites his lip to stop himself from moaning at the sight of your bare back. Your plump ass perched on the edge of the tub just begging to be grabbed. His brows pinch together as he watches you sing along while hunched forward in a very awkward position. What were you... oh... He covers his mouth with his hand.

You know, I just might let you lock me down tonight One of me is cute, but two, though? Give it to me, baby!!

"YOU MAKE ME WANNA MAKE YOU FALL IN LOVE!"

You scream and fall forward into the tub, splashing water everywhere. Hearing Caleb sing along with you - at the top of his fucking lunges - had 100% given you a heart attack. You look over your shoulder, mortified by the sight of your boyfriend holding onto the doorframe to avoid falling over from laughing so hard.

"Asshole! Oh my god..."

Caleb holds his stomach, his abs tensing as he laughs harder. You put your razor on the tray beside the tub and give yourself a once over to make sure you didn't accidentally cut yourself. When you feel Caleb's warm palms on your shoulders you jolt once again and he chuckles.

"Sorry I interrupted your private concert Pipsqueak. You sounded lovely by the way."

"Shut up! I thought you'd be out for another hour!"

Caleb sits on the edge of the tub and leans back enough to look down at you.

"Gideon got a call and had to head out. Thought I'd come home early and make you lunch. Little did I know I'd be walkin into a spa."

You suddenly remember the state you're in. It's not like Caleb has never seen you in full on spa-mode, but not since you started officially dating. A wave of embarrassment washes over you. Covering your face with your hand, you search for a towel with the other. He stops you.

"Pips, what're you doin'?"

"You weren't supposed to see this..."

"See what? You, painting your face with... what is that... strawberry frosting?" He leans in and sniffs. "Smells like it!"

He coaxes your hand away from your face and holds it, massaging your palm. You instinctively relax and let your head rest on the edge of the tub next to his thigh. You watch him give you a once over, your heart fluttering as his ears turn red.

"Alexa pause!"

The music shuts off, your favorite song had looped and you didn't need Caleb singing to you again. Your heart couldn't take it.

"Wait... how did you know this song?"

"Pips..." He glares at you.

You sit up and tilt your head, genuine confusion overtaking your embarrassment. He pouts and places one of his hands on his hips like he's about to lecture you.

"Did you forget we have our Spotify's linked?! You've had this song on repeat all week!"

If you didn't have a face mask on, your face would be the same color - bright fucking pink. You most certainly had forgotten. Caleb starts to laugh again and you grimace.

"So, will you?"

You slowly lift your gaze as he brings your hand to his lips, a soft kiss graces your knuckles and you can't hide your smile.

"Will I what?" You ask quietly.

He leans down, his hand dropping to trace your lips before snaking around the back of your neck. You shiver at the way his skin feels against yours.

"Let me lock you down tonight?"

Oh, he'll be the death of you... 🍎✈︎💕

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Let You Make Me Juno

Synopsis: There’s a song you just can’t get out of your head. You just wanted to dance and sing along every time it came on. Which is exactly what you do and the boys have a very intense reaction to some of the lyrics.

AN: I hadn’t heard Juno by Sabrina Carpenter in its entirety until literally yesterday and I’ve been on a writing kick so… This happened. Smile. ENJOY!

Content Warnings: Heavy on the innuendos, also heavy on the implied activities, fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, breeding kink (if you squint), the boys are shook & horny, 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 3.1k

Whatever report Zayne is working on must be a hefty one, he’s been consistently typing for nearly an hour. You circle behind him and top off his coffee. He doesn’t look up, but hums as you pour - a silent thank you. You head back into the kitchen and continue making breakfast. 

It was rare that Zayne didn’t have to head to work early and the Association had given all Hunters a long weekend to celebrate the previous month. Only two injuries and no major incidents. You had both slept in and you were making pancakes. Usually Zayne would lecture you about “making sure you got protein and complex carbs” to start your day, but you promised to make chocolate chip pancakes and he stopped arguing. His sweet tooth won over in the end. 

You continue mixing the batter, swaying your hips to your playlist. Your “feel good” playlist, it always made you want to dance. You hum along while you wait for the pan to heat up. That’s when you hear the beginning notes of the song you’re obsessed with. 

“Zayne! Can you turn the music up?”

You look over your shoulder to see him nod, never taking his eyes off the screen. The music swells through the bluetooth speakers and you start bouncing in excitement. You immediately start singing along.

Don't have to tell your hot ass a thing Oh yeah, you just get it 

Finally, Zayne peels his eyes away from his report. He didn’t get a chance to write up the surgery debrief after getting home last night. He intended to stay up to finish it, but when he got home you were dressed in the black nightgown that drove him crazy. He spent his night doing something equally as important, but now he was rushing to get it completed. But when you started singing, he immediately took notice.

You usually didn’t sing out loud, preferring to hum along. And the way you bounced back and forth, your hips swaying seductively, was very distracting. You wore your satin sleep shorts and his dress shirt buttoned halfway, just a hint of your delicious cleavage peeking over the collar. Zayne straightens his back and tries to refocus.

Whole package, babe, I like the way you fit God bless your dad's genetics, mm, uh

He blinks rapidly before taking his glasses off to rub his eyes. He turns to look at you fully. Watching you dance and stir the pancake batter. You turn to look over at him, not expecting to see him looking at you. You see the tips of his ears have turned red and you giggle, continuing your dance while maintaining eye contact with him. 

You make me wanna make you fall in love Oh, late at night, I'm thinkin' 'bout you, ah, ah-ah Wanna try on my fuzzy pink handcuffs?

Zayne’s eyes widen and you can’t help but let out a loud laugh. The blush spread across his cheeks and down his neck. You set down the bowl and approach him, singing and dancing along the way. 

I know you want my touch for life If you love me right, then who knows? I might let you make me Juno

He finally stands, placing his hands on your hips. He doesn’t stop you from dancing, just holds you and feels you sway. You spot a smile creeping onto his face. You reach up and hold onto his shoulders. He leans down and starts placing open mouth kisses to the exposed skin of your chest. You close your eyes and feel his warm breath on your ear as he whispers.

“Isn’t ‘Juno’ that movie we watched a few weeks ago?”

You hum in agreement and Zayne doesn’t hesitate to pick you up, moving your legs to wrap around him. He squeezes your ass before he trails a hand under the back of your shirt. You shiver at his touch and cling to him. He turns and walks into the kitchen to turn off the stove.

“Don’t you want pancakes?”

Zayne smiles and his eyes sparkle with something you rarely see when you’re with him. 

“Oh, I’m still having cake for breakfast.”

How did you get roped into this? Tara is so damn persuasive. Or maybe you’ve had a few too many drinks? The little umbrellas make them seem so harmless though…

Xavier had tried to intercept and make sure you didn’t feel forced. But after Tara whispered what song she had picked for karaoke you were completely on board. Plus, you didn’t wear your favorite dress and heels for nothing. 

The fitted baby blue dress hugged your curves, but the tiered ruffles on the skirt made you feel like a ballerina when you twirled. The square neckline flattering your defined collarbone, while hiding a hickey on your shoulder. You tapped your sparkly heels along with your favorite song. Tara and you harmonized seamlessly.

Let you lock me down tonight One of me is cute, but two, though? Give it to me, baby You make me wanna make you fall in love

Xavier had been checked out for most of the night, he was just happy to spend time with you. And the other hunters he worked with - since this was a Hunter’s Appreciation party. But getting to watch you dress up and hold you close while dancing in the dimly lit club, yeah, that made the socializing worth it. 

His brain had finally registered the lyrics and he almost choked on his drink. He coughed quietly and looked up at you. Your cheeks flushed from the alcohol, your tits bouncing while you dance with Tara. He tries to keep his eyes locked on yours, but his eyes can’t help but wander. Two? Imagining a miniature version of you made Xavier’s heart pound against his ribcage.

I showed my friends, then we high-fived  Sorry if you feel objectified 

Xavier’s eyes widened and he nearly dropped his drink. He sets it down on the bar with a shaky hand. He tilts his head at you, as if asking what exactly did you show. He shook his head, surely not. It was just a song. But then again, you could “show” and he knew that. 

Xavier never asked you to send him nudes, but you were so easily turned on by him you spent weeks trying to figure out a way to level the playing field. Sure enough, sending him a picture from the shower did the trick. Of course, he matched your energy and offered to send his own. Which you didn’t reject. He definitely didn’t hold back after that. You’d send pictures and videos back and forth regularly. You could absolutely show Tara and you had zero doubts she would, indeed, high-five you.

Can't help myself, hormones are high Give me more than just some butterflies

You surprised yourself with how well you hit each note, your confidence growing. Your slightly hooded eyes stay locked on Xavier the whole song. You could feel the tension in the room grow. The hunger in Xavier’s eyes was evident. You watched as he slowly made his way to the side of the stage where you eventually climbed down.

Jeremiah was standing next to him, his cheeks flushed. Tara begged Xavier to invite him and after the performance - both you and Xavier finally figured out why. She launched herself into his arms, giggling. His whispered praises were almost lost in the club's noise. Xavier grabbed your waist and pulled you to him immediately. He leaned over to Jeremiah and whispered something before pulling you towards the exit. 

“Xavier! What about –”

“They’ll get a cab, we’re leaving.”

His tone was firm and his expression calm. You were almost concerned he was angry with you. Once outside, you expected to stop at the edge of the sidewalk to hail a cab, but Xavier took a sharp turn, heading into an alley behind the club.

“What are we –”

You couldn’t even finish speaking before Xavier’s lips captured yours. His hand reaches down to pull up your dress, his fingers swiftly pulling your panties aside to press against your clit. He presses you against the wall and his kiss turns frantic. You barely have a moment to moan, you breathe heavily, your hands wrapping around him and taking fistfuls of his sweater. 

Right as your legs start to shake, he pulls back and presses his forehead against yours.

“I need to get you home for this conversation.”

You scrunch your nose and look at him, confused. He nips at your bottom lip pulling another breathy moan from you.

“You are definitely cute, but two? That’d be exquisite.”

“No no no, higher!”

You pointed at the couch, urging Rafayel to get in the right spot to start recording. He huffed and crossed his arms.

“What about my artistic vision? Just because it’s a TikTok doesn’t mean it should look like shit. Let me work my magic!”

You put your hands on your hips and let him adjust the brightness of the overhead lights and try out different angles. You smile, knowing exactly what you’re up to. He’ll feel silly in about 15 minutes. 

You run a hand over your shorts and matching cropped hoodie, smoothing out the wrinkles from practicing. The pink color almost matches the blush on your cheeks - which was not just from practicing. You might be a bit nervous. 

You tighten your ponytail and press your lips, nibbling the corner of your mouth as you tap your foot impatiently. Rafayel finally looks up at you and rolls his eyes. 

“Sorry cutie, I know your best angles and it’ll be worth the wait.” 

He finally climbs up on the couch and looks at you through your phone. His brows knit together. He’s just now realizing you were right about where he needed to stand. You giggle while he puffs out a breath, his dusty purple fringe fluttering upwards. 

“Okay, are you ready?”

You nod enthusiastically before hopping over to your starting spot. 

“So you know what to do, right?”

“Why are you asking me that? Of course I know! I’m not a boomer.” 

You roll your eyes and grab your hairbrush, the best option you had for a makeshift microphone. You could have asked Rafayel to get you a real one but you didn’t want to ask him to put too much effort into this little video. A video you didn’t really plan on posting. 

Rafayel holds up three fingers and counts down before pointing at you. You smile and sway your hips, lip syncing to your latest obsession.

You make me wanna make you fall in love Oh, late at night, I'm thinkin' 'bout you, ah, ah-ah Wanna try out some freaky positions?

You swiftly lie down on your stomach and bend your knees, pulling your ankles up as close to your head as possible. You reach back and lock your fingers behind your ankles. You look at the camera and smile with a flush.

Have you ever tried this one?

Rafayel almost drops your phone. He ends the recording and stares at you. His ears turned bright red and his eyes darken, turning an even deeper shade of purple. 

“I didn’t realize you were doing this trend…”

You roll over and cross your legs in front of you, resting your hands on your knees. You raise a brow and glare at him. 

“How many videos of this trend have you watched, Rafayel?”

His eyes widen and he coughs, straightening his back before hopping off the couch in one swift motion. He crosses his arms and looks down at you, his mouth settled into that adorably irritating pout. 

“I just know of the trend, not -- I don’t watch them like –”

You interrupt him, your voice a tad more raspy than you intended.

“Do you think the position isn’t worth it?”

The blush travels across his cheeks and he twists his nose, trying his best to look upset.

“That’s not what I said.” 

“Cause I have a few I could try. You know… for the video.”

Rafayel’s eyes narrow and his eyes drop to your exposed midriff and bare legs. He clears his throat and drops his hands to his hips before turning to walk away. You exhale sharply - he’s being dense. Time to be more direct. 

“Like this one?”

He turns his head and watches you shift to face him. You lie back and kick your legs up. Your shoulders remain planted on the floor while your midsection is straight up, your hands planted on your back, your elbows braced against the floor to hold you up. Your legs tip over and your toes touch the floor. You keep your legs straight and spread them as wide as you are comfortable. Your shorts sink into your ass, the curve and shape now on full display. 

You hear a sharp intake of breath and a shuffling of feet. You try to lower to the ground once more, but feel his hands on the backs of your thighs. When you look up you see Rafayel lean over to look down at you.

“Did you really do this trend for the trend, or did you have other intentions?”

You smile up at him, your smug expression clear as day. He runs his hands over your ass and places his hands at either side of your nearly exposed pussy. You gasp quietly. 

“Yeah, you’re not uploading that video, but we are definitely trying these positions.”

He runs his thumbs across your center. You know he can feel how wet you are, doing those positions in front of him - positions you’ve desperately wanted to try with him - really got you going. He grinds against you, his cock digging into your ass, pulling a moan from you.

“Right fucking now.”

You didn’t even hear the front door to your apartment open, your music was turned up way too loud. And you were enjoying the mini concert you were putting on in the bathroom. 

You held the curling iron loosely and rocked your hips side to side. You could never stop yourself from dancing and singing along to this song. You were so excited when Tara told you she got tickets for Sabrina’s concert next month. You were listening to all of her albums on repeat to prepare. 

But tonight, you were going out with Sylus for a very special occasion - your one year anniversary. Well, it’s been over a year since you met him, but you both agreed not to celebrate when you actually met because it wasn’t exactly the best memory. 

Sylus gave you his black card to get pampered all day while he worked and you made the most of it. Getting your nails done, a facial, shopping and basically a full body wax. You spent extra time on your makeup since you had a few new products to try out. Your new red lipstick compliments your skin tone perfectly, its staying power would be tested later. 

The dress you picked was relatively simple, but god, did you feel sexy. The black bodice was fitted, hitting mid-thigh. The chest was very structured and pushed your girls up, giving the illusion of more cleavage than you actually had. Your favorite part though, were the sleeves. Black lace from shoulder to fingertip, the bell sleeves almost completely covering your hands. You paired the dress with new red pumps, which were still in the box on your bed.

Your hair was actually curling nicely and wasn’t falling flat immediately, so you felt on top of the world. You danced and sang at the top of your lungs. 

You had no idea, Sylus had already let himself into your apartment. A bouquet of red roses in his hand and a mechanical crow with glowing yellow eyes sitting on his shoulder. Sylus couldn’t wait to introduce you to Lilith. He had built her himself specifically for you. He knew it would only mean you’d send her to spy on him like he had Mephisto spy on you, but he could tell how much you started to love seeing his little metal companion. 

He heard the music immediately when he walked in. He closed the door quietly and dropped his suit jacket on the arm of the couch. He pointed to his jacket and Lilith flew over, settling on the fabric. He put the flowers on the coffee table and silently made his way to the door of your bathroom. A smile breaking out across his face as he realized you were singing. 

Adore me, hold me, and explore me Mark your territory Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one

His heart skipped a beat. Not only was your voice hypnotizing, but the lyrics… He had heard this song before, but couldn’t remember where. Probably on one of your drives with him, he tended to give you control of the music while he drove. It meant you were more likely to sing. He leaned against the doorframe just out of view. He could see you in the mirror, swaying your hips while you wrapped a strand of hair around the curling iron.

Adore me, hold me, and explore me I'm so fuckin' horny Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one

And that’s when Sylus’s willpower broke. He pushed the bathroom door open, still leaning against the door frame. He racked his eyes down your body, taking in your new dress.

“Sylus! Oh my god, you fucking scared me! When did you get here?”

Sylus lifted his gaze to meet yours. He smirked before reaching up to grab the door frame above him. He looked so much taller like this, staring at you with those eyes. 

“I was just enjoying the show, kitten.”

You put down the curling iron and turned it off. You fluffed your hair, letting the curls fall into loose waves. You tried not to stare at Sylus in the mirror. The top buttons of his shirt were undone and you could see his chest rising and falling faster and faster.

“I like the song. I am curious though… When you sing along, do you think of anyone?”

Your cheeks flush and you stare at him. You bite your lip as you smile. He lets go of the doorframe and pushes off to walk towards you. His hands wrap around your waist and he pulls you close. Your back flush against his chest, you could feel his erection press against your ass. 

“You know the answer to that question, Sy…” 

He smiled and leaned down to kiss the top of your head.

“Well, I’d say I’ve completed adoring and holding you, that just leaves exploring.”

“Sylus! We –”

He spins you around and grabs your waist. He leans down to kiss your neck, before dipping down to bite at the fullness of your chest. You arch your back and let your head fall back as you groan. Your hands reach out to hold onto his waist, while his wrap around to grab your ass.

“But you’re so fuckin' horny, sweetie. And I live to serve my one and only.”

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