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starringthesturniolos · 7 months ago

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baby it's cold outside - chris sturniolo

summary: you are forced to share the air mattress with your long time enemy, chris, on a camping trip.

"Since you two wanted to argue the whole way up, you guys get to share a tent together. Yay!!", Matt says while jumping up and down in fake excitement.

On the way to the camp site, Chris and I did argue a lot. But in my defense, the idiot kept pushing my buttons! He kept turning my least favorite songs on and blasting them at full volume so I couldn't sleep. When we stopped at 7/11 he grabbed the last of my favorite drink and gulped it down in front of me. When we finally arrived, he dumped all my heavy bags on the ground and laughed at me struggling to pick them up. It was like he was asking to get yelled at, or like he wanted me to be mad at him.

"No, Matt please!" I grab onto his arm desperately. "I'm sorry but please don't make me stay with him!"

Matt rolls his eyes at me and folds his arms over his chest. "Would you rather sleep outside then?" I scoff and shoot a glare towards Chris who isn't standing too far behind Matt. "Yeah, sounds about right."

"Sleep outside then. That's fine by me, princess." Chris sneers responding to my comment while turning his back on me to set up his tent. I take three deep breathes and close my eyes. I am not going to let this idiot keep getting under my skin. I stomp away from Matt and Chris over to the log Nick was sitting on and he laughs at me.

"Well hello, Mrs. Grumpy"

"Oh shut up" you sigh.

I plop my bag down on the floor, my chest heaving from hauling ass. I had to carry my heavy bags all the way from where Chris dropped them earlier today to the tent. He was laying all comfortable in his set up of blankets and the sight alone pissed me off.

"Thought you were sleeping outside tonight. Is it because you're scared of the animals, princess?" he sneers out the nickname like I'm more of an ogre than a princess. Why is he always so fucking annoying.

"Leave me alone, and I leave you alone. I'm going to bed. I'm tired and I'm not here for the bullshit." I say as I reach into my bag for my sleeping bag. My sleeping bag. Holy shit.

"Shit, shit, shit" you dump out your bag and see no sleeping bag in sight. Its cold out and the thought of sleeping without any covering made a shiver crawl down your spine.

"What is it now??" Chris sits up and turns the flashlight on in an exasperated manner. You sigh deeply. "It's nothing, go to bed Chris." He shrugs and lies down again, turning his back to me. I didn't need to give him another reason to tease me tonight. I flop on the ground on the opposite side of the tent from him and curl up into a ball. I can feel myself shivering but I try to ignore it.

Thinking back on when I first met the triplets in 3rd grade, I remember how cute I thought Chris was. I met Nick and Matt on the bus ride home from school one day when Chris was sick. The next day, me, Matt, and Nick were playing tag at recess when Chris walked out with a doctors note in hand. He walked over to his brothers and my heart skipped a beat. Immediately, Nick and Matt went to introduce me. "Chris! This is-" before Nick could even finish his sentence, Chris was already talking. "Well, isn't she a looker" he chuckles sarcastically while looking down at me, clearly judging me. I also looked down at my two loose braids and hand me down clothes and sigh. "Am I really that ugly" I thought to myself. I knew I probably shouldn't have let a boy that I hardly knew opinion get to me, but the tears came nonetheless." I wanted him to like me" you thought to yourself, wallowing in self pity. I was cut out of my trance when Chris started to laugh sporadically. "What? What is it?" I mutter looking at Chris and then too Matt and Nick who look embarrassed by their brothers rude antics. "Nothing, nothing. Its just... You're even uglier when you cry!" he starts laughing even harder. I felt myself start to shake from embarrassment and anger. Who did he think he was. "Your mean!" I stomped my foot which only made him laugh harder. I couldn't take anymore harassment in one day, and turned on my heel and ran away with Nick and Matt right on my heels.

After all these years he still hasn't changed. "Y/N, HELLO!!" Chris yells bringing me back to the present. "What?".

"Where the fuck is your sleeping bag?" he asks. I sit up from where I was laying to face him. He was now laying down with his body faced in my direction.

"Oh my God, clearly not here or I'd be using it, dumbass." I roll my eyes and go to lay back down.

"Lose the attitude and come stay in the bed with me" he mutters before I can return to my balled up position. My mouth flys open. Since when did he care if I was cold or not. "Wait, what?" I say in shock.

"Get the fuck up and come here. Nick and Matt will punch me in the throat if you catch a cold." he says nonchalantly as if it's normal for people that hate each other to share a bed. I roll my eyes again. I'm not sharing a bed with an asshole, even if it causes me to freeze to death. "No thanks" I scoff, preparing to lay back down again.

He sighs exasperated and moves from his comfortable position in his blankets. He stands up and starts walking towards me. I feel my throat start to tense up. "What are you doing?" fear creeping into my tone. Once he reaches me, he grips underneath my thighs with one hand and tries to support my back with the other. Desperately, I try to wiggle out of his grasp but too no avail. I am in his arms in no time. It takes everything in me to not sink into his warm chest. I didn't realize how cold I was until this exact moment. Suddenly I start to panic again when he starts to walk because I have no idea where he's taking me. Then I think of the worst. "Are you seriously gonna throw me out the tent. Come on Chris, do you really hate me that much??"

He stops moving entirely and he looks down at me. God the way he looks looking down at me is enough to be in any girls dream. Too bad he's just a big dickhead. "You weren't listening to me. So now I'm forcing you to stay with me on the air mattress." he pauses before continuing, almost like he doesn't want to say what he's going to say next. He sighs and continues on, "You were shivering really bad while you were in La La land. I didn't want you too freeze anymore." He had a glimmer of concern in eyes when he said it and that's all it takes for me to believe him. I hate the way my cheeks warm up from the honest confession. It meant he cared, and it shouldn't matter to me but it does.

He starts to walk again, seeing I had no response and plops me down on the mattress. He flops down right beside me, and even though it's warmer with the blankets, it's not enough. Another shiver racks through me. "Y/n??" Chris doesn't even try to hide the concern in his voice. "Do you need me closer? Will that help?" he looks at me waiting for my call. The thought of Chris getting close to me is enough to make my head spin. And as much as I wish being in Chris' arms would repeal me, it doesn't. Instead I feel my heart skip a beat like they did all those years ago. Get it together Y/n.

"Yes" I whisper. Chris doesn't need to be told twice and he pulls me impossibly close to his body. He grabs my thigh and puts it around his waist and then pulls my head into his chest. All I can sense is him. Instead of it annoying me, I lean into his scent and his warmth. In my heart I know that even if it was the hottest night of all time, I'd still enjoy being wrapped in him like this. And I hated myself for it. I melt into his arms and feel myself getting lulled to sleep. Just as I'm about to fall asleep I feel his lips graze my hair. " I could never hate you, angel, not in a million years. I'm sorry". And with those words, I fall asleep in his arms.

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Love, Mya

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sprite-writes-fanfic · 1 year ago

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Josuke Higashikata (8) x Reader

Word count: 1575 words. Took about 3-ish days to complete!

Shout out to my boy @da-looplord for proof-reading and make sure everything looked good! 💙

MDNI banner was made by @cafekitsune <3

Minors and ageless blogs, DNI! Also, I will make a taglist if anybody wants to be tagged!

Content: Porn without plot, ball worship, praise, mentions of body worship, blow jobs, Gappy being submissive and breedable, also slightly bratty. 👹 Reader’s gender isn’t specified (they/them is used), Gappy may be OOC but I don’t care I NEED this man to be so so submissive. Aftercare, gets a little sweet and sappy at the end. <3 Enjoy.

Josuke’s breath hitched at the sight before him. He was sitting bare ass naked on the bed with his lover sitting between his thighs, their hands gently gripping at the soft muscle of his thighs that nervously twitched with anticipation.

Who knew a simple kiss would lead to this? A sweet and simple kiss turned passionate, and one thing led to another; his partner was on top of him, pushing their tongue into his mouth. He was a flustered mess, feeling himself grow weak at the feeling of his partner grinding against his hardening cock.

And now, he was left staring down in awe at them, feeling their gaze bore into his own with a look full of lust. He couldn’t help but look away, a tad bit flustered by the eye contact. He could never meet their eyes when they looked at him like this, there was something so powerful about it that made HIM, of all people, go weak in the knees and unable to fight back, not like he wanted to anyways, how could he? The feeling of being wanted felt good to him and reassured him that even through his hard times, when he was trying to figure himself out, they loved him regardless, and that fact brought him comfort.

Hearing them chuckle and press kisses against his thighs, his darling smiled up at him reassuringly, “You’re so adorable, JoJo~” they cooed, before lightly biting at the soft flesh that made him gasp and jump from the teasing action. Their face was so close to his hardened dick and he couldn’t help but stare, feeling himself grow flustered again by the sight.

A breathy groan left him when he felt his partner press a kiss to the underside of his hard-on, right over the vein that was oh-so sensitive. He caught his lip under his gapped teeth, watching as his darling would press kisses to his cock before pulling away. “You’re so beautiful like this~” they grinned at him, “I wanna try something a little different…” they lightly traced his thigh.

Josuke queried them with an eyebrow raised, “Oh?” He would ask, gesturing for them to elaborate.

“You’ll see, you’ll see, I promise you’ll like it, just trust me on this?” They softly begged. Josuke thought a moment, before sighing, “Well alright… I trust you.” He says, nodding for them to continue. He would then let out a soft gasp when he felt them grab his legs and lift them up more to expose his balls, making him flush, “Wh-what’re you..?” He’d breath in sharply when he felt their tongue against balls, the sensation of their warm wet muscle press against his skin, sliding up before retreating made him shudder with delight, but it also caught him off guard, “H-hey—” he’d quickly look down at his darling, confused but also even more aroused by this whole ordeal.

“Ever heard of ball worshipping?” This made Josuke even more confused, ball worshipping? People worship balls?

“No… What is it?” He asks, a bit confused, making his darling chuckle at his naivety, “Sweetie, you remember when we talked about body worshipping?” They smiled up at him.

Josuke would nod, he was fairly familiar since each passionate night of making love, he couldn’t stop his hands from feeling at his lover’s body, groping and massaging anything he could while pressing loving kisses to each bit of their body, loving every part of them. He could never keep his hands or lips to himself, no matter how hard he tried.

“Yeah… I know what it is… So, ball worshipping is… Like body worshipping?” He asked, his head slightly tilted, making his lover giggle, “Yes baby.” They gently massage his thighs, making him melt slightly, “You have four lovely balls, and I feel like they deserve some special attention~” a hand would cup his four balls, making his eyes widen.

“R-really? Well… I mean… I-I don’t mind trying...” He’d trail off softly, giving a shy toothy smile, showing off his gapped teeth, he couldn’t help but feel rather excited about trying something new, especially something that could feel so good.

Little did he know how sensitive his balls would be…

He’d watch as their hands would then begin to massage his balls, making him whimper out softly, not expecting it to feel so good, “A..ah~” he let out a breathy moan as he’d lean back a bit, using his arms to prop him up. “Does that feel good, baby?” They ask softly, making sure he was okay with everything that they were doing. He’d quickly nod, “Yes— Yes yes, please keep going…” he softly begged, his hand gently grabbing at their hair to keep himself grounded.

Nodding, they would get back to it, pressing loving kisses against his balls, their nose pressing against his shaft. Soon they’d use their thumb to rub the balls, making Josuke slightly arch their back, “Oh-! Oh, oh~” he’d stutter out, “R-right there~” he whimpered, “That feels so good…” he’d close his eyes, blissfully moaning.

“You’re so adorable when you’re like this, Josuke~” they chuckle breathily, staring at his twitching cock, the tip dripping down with precum, to which they lapped up with delight. “G-god, (Y/N)… That’s so good please…” he’d continue to beg, melting at the pleasure that his darling kept providing, he felt himself growing close, as much as he didn’t want to admit, but this treatment surely was something else, and it did something to him.

Abruptly, they’d stop to pull away, causing a whimper to leave him, “Hey! Why’d you stop?!” He’d demand with a frown, watching them readjust their position. His heart stopped a moment when he realized what they were doing. One of their soft hands moved their attention from his balls to his hard throbbing cock, stroking it, causing him to shiver.

“I’m just getting my taste, Josuke.” They chuckle, “Is that okay?” They smirked at him, they were teasing him and he knew it. He slightly huffed a bit, but he wanted them to continue anyways, so he would nod quickly, “Yes— Yes that’s fine.”

He’d let out a satisfied moan when he felt their lips envelope his tip, the warmth of their mouth tasting his precum that leaked. Feeling their tongue brush at the tip caused him to grip their hair a little harder. “Th-that’s right… Like that~” he bit his bottom lip again as he watched them slowly take more of his length into their mouth.

God the way they looked sucking his cock made him want to spill over immediately, how beautiful they looked, those doe eyes staring up at him as they worked him up, he’s surprised he hadn’t spilled over quite yet by the sight alone, but he held back, a loud whine leaving him as he did so, slightly shifting his hips upwards into their mouth, silently begging for more.They lightly smacked his thigh as he did so and he couldn’t help but offer a small cheeky grin. He’d get back to watching them bob their head, their greedy hand continuing to massage his balls. More moans left his lips as he sat as still as he could, occasionally bucking his hips more as he grew more and more close to his climax. And thankfully, his lover took it well and continued to suck away, even deep throating his cock. The action caused him to cry out in pure bliss as he pressed his hips deeper and cummed down their throat.

Pulling off his now softening cock, they swallowed everything as Josuke worked to catch his breath, sweat rolling down his forehead as he did so. He’d sit up a bit more properly as his gaze landed on his lover, reaching his hand down to caress their cheek before taking a piece of hair and brushing it out of their face. He’d then bring his fingers to their lips and open their mouth, his thumb hooking onto their cheek as they opened their mouth with their tongue sticking out, showing that they had indeed swallowed everything, “Good… Good job…” he breathed out praise as he pulled back, laying back as he was absolutely spent.

They’d stand up and walk to the bathroom as Josuke would lay there and soak in the afterglow of such a good session. He’d open his eyes and glance, seeing his lover with a soaked rag, gently cleaning him up. He let out a content sigh and closed his eyes again as he relaxed, feeling them press kisses along his face, causing him to smile and chuckle a bit. “Hey there…” they mumbled softly against the skin of his cheek. “Hey.” He mumbled back, leaning over and pressing a kiss to their lips.

“I love you.” He said, looking into their eyes with such a loving gaze, a big dopey smile resting on his face. “I love you more.” They smiled back, gently caressing his cheek as they lay beside him, their arms wrapping around Josuke’s shoulders as they looked at his sleepy face, “We should get some sleep, love… That sound good?” They asked quietly.

“Yeah… Yeah…” he yawns as he would shift his position and press his face into their chest, snuggling in. “Goodnight…” he mumbled quietly as he was quick to fall asleep, his partner softly giggling. They raked their fingers through his hair in a rhythmic way, until soon they themself would fall asleep as well.

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That’s all folks! Really hope you enjoyed, more coming soon at an uncertain date lmao 😭

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alexandraisyes · 5 months ago

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*skitters in in need of nice and funky things* HOKAY. SHIPS. I am honestly open to nearly all ships due to the fact my aro-ace ass simply doesn't require them to live BUT I do have few that either sparks my interest or i think they work pretty well :3 I also go by the logic they are robots and relationships cannot be really compared to humans. Earth x Eclipse - I don't what it is with Earth cracking the harshest personalities but my god, Eclipse v4 warming up to her to the point of tolerating was a feat and sparks immense joy. Allowing Earth to hug him and hang out? Chat? Feel loved? Absolutely precious. Earth respects his boundaries and at the same time Eclipse appreciates her embracing his persona. It's just such a good premise for a slightly odd but good couple. I love it. Sun x Eclipse (many versions) - Canon divergence with Sun and Eclipse working it out? YES. Solar and his original Sun? My god please yes. Oh, what's his? Lord Eclipse and his Servant Sun? Mhm mhm yes. Excellent. So many potentials. So many ways to roll with the ship. Can be loving or spicy or unhealthy. So many choices. Nexus x Solar - do I even have to explain. I think many feels similar about this one. Nexus as new moon found his Sun, even if that Sun is eclipsed. Solar desperately needed someone to love and appreciate him. I am both friend shipping them and shipping, both works for me beautifully.

Sun x Moon - ho boi a controversial one but hey, what is the multiverse for if not ship anything you want (especially since it was even confirmed in canon that romantic DCAs are as normal and common as brotherly bonds or coworkers or absolutely hating each other). They are AIs inhibiting robotic bodies. They are synthetic beings and their understanding of bonds are different than the ones of a biological critters. They are a bundle of codes that try to understand the convoluted partnerships and roles among each other. Protective Moon and caring Sun may decide their bond is on the romantic spectrum. Cos who knows Sun better than their Moon? What is Moon without their Sun? :) Those would be the ones that stick to my brain. Thank you for making the small sharing time! I hope you have a lovely day/evening :) Cheers!

Hiii Wonszu!!! (Waving at u from my enclosure!!!)

I think that Eclipse deserves something nice. And maybe Earth could be that something nice, in the right circumstances.

They're literally my first ship (just normal SunChips) in this fandom and ough. Ough. I literally never even considered the idea of shipping the sillies until I found out that this fandom has a fucking ao3 tag. I was still mostly in the UTMV fandom when I started watching TSAMS, and my poor fandom then was burning while I was slowly jumping ship.

I think they're sweet. I don't see them as romantic myself, but I support those who do. They remind me of the relationship my brother had with his best friend.

I think the fandom is slowly getting over their whole general "every sun and moon HAS to be related and platonic" since we have people hardcore shipping Helios (dark sun) and Nexus. Not to mention the AU Sun and Moon in DoctorF's fic, Sunlo and Moonlit. They're cute. I don't see why we can't have TSAMS AUs where the dynamics are different when it's generally acceptable to ship SolarMoon as an AU. Idk maybe I'm biased, I've been shipping Sun and Moon (in general) since like immediately when Security Breach came out. I took one look at them and went "oh yes they are so fucking gay". And jadkl;fsjads it was such a lonely time when I didn't know anyone else who shipped them.

As I've already said before, I see TSAMS as just one DCA au amongst many DCA aus. Do whatever the fuck you want bro.

Ask Game - Send Me Ship Headcanons (TSBS)

#alex answers #answered ask #thanks for the ask!#tsams ship #dca ship #solarmoon #solar x nexus #solarnexus #sunchips #eclipse x sun #shadowplanet #eclipse x earth #Non TSAMS canon ->#sun x moon

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sabbathbloodysabbeth · 2 years ago

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Breakfast In Bed

Words: 741

Summary: the night after coming to terms with their relationship Steve and Eddie have a soft and disastrous breakfast in bed.

Square and Prompt: C1, breakfast in bed after their first night together

Warnings: just some suggestive jokes

Tags; below

This is just a small and quick Drabble I did, I just kind of wanted something small to write today (:

@steveharringtonbingo

Steve woke up the next morning confused, laying in his bed with his clothes thrown off to the side. He wasn’t fully naked but there was more skin on sheets then what there normally was. Sitting up he rubs his eyes a bit as he blinks a few more times. Trying to wake up. Tempted to go back to sleep, but the smell of pancakes was filling his room. Looking confused he moves to stand up. Only to fall back down with a wince as the night before comes back to him. Remembering the way he kisses Eddie, how he was dazed by the others cold rings against his skin, gasping out as the other bit a little harder then intended on his skin. They hadn’t gone further then boxers, both of them to injured to do any of that. On a good day Eddie fought to leave bed with his bandages wrapped around him let alone leave the room by himself.

The agreement had been that they would both keep an eye on each other during the nights. Not everyone was able to continuously babysit, that and the both of them felt very pathetic when it came to this kind of thing. Everything was new yet old in that moment. Waking up in a bed, with someone in the house was starting to be his normal. But waking up without said person next to his bed was uncommon. Their blossomed relationship was also new. So much change was happening that it was all a little overwhelming. Steve wasn’t used to any of this, and it was just a little much. In a good way. He wasn’t used to waking up with anyone around him, grown used to sleeping by himself for years now. Even through his nightmares. His addiction for the skin contact of one Eddie Munson was shocking. He’s making another attempt at getting up when he watches a very disheveled Eddie pushing a small cart with food on it to him. The plate was a mess, but assuming that the other had carried it up the stairs nearly gives Steve two heart attacks in one. One from the panic about the other possibly falling on his face and the other from the fact that he even did it in the first place.

“Harrington, you get your ass back in that bed. I didn’t spend twenty minutes fighting to get this up here just for you to want to eat it downstairs.” Eddies grumbling and huffing. Pushing the cart to the side of the bed as Steve smiles brightly. Playfully pulling the other to him once the food was set to the side. Moving and pecking the others lips.

“Oh? You didn’t have to bring the food you know? You’re a whole meal by itself.” He flirts teasingly watching the others face go a light pink. Before he’s slapping his shoulder carefully, “though what the hell were you thinking. You’re still injured Munson.” Steve scolds as the other shrugs sheepishly. Smiling gently before moving his hands to Steve’ chest. Acting like he was playing nice before he’s playfully shoving the other back into the bed.

“Now lay down, I made you breakfast. And I will force it down your throat if I have to.” Eddie huffs out as Steve laughs playfully saluting him.

“Yes sir,” he says with a soft laugh. “Not the only thing you can shove down my throat, is it munson?” He teases chuckling as he watches the other nearly fall on his face.

“Jesus, big boy. Barely have me for twenty four hours and you’re trying to jump my bones?” Eddie laughs as he moves two plates over. Setting one in Steve’s lap who beams. Starting to eat the cold food happily. Eddie sits next to him to eat his and scrunches his nose up.

“Damn it the food is cold, I’ll go warm it up.” He huffs moving to grab the plates. Earning a slap from Steve who’s already half way through his plate.

“I’m fine, can you grab me some orange juice?” He smiles playfully tilting his head and batting his eyes as he earns a glare from Eddie.

“No, get it yourself” he playfully huffs moving to waddle down the stairs.

Steve laughs fill the house and are heard down the halls as Eddie walks down the stair case. With a soft smile on his face. Both of them shamelessly in love.

Bonus:

Eddie does come up with orange juice but he’s some how found Steves old canteen from boys scouts and filled it with OJ

#steddie #stranger things #steve x eddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #bxb #steveharrington #steveddie #eddie stranger things #steve and eddie #first night “together #they’ve been sharing a bed for months #Steve harrington and Eddie are goobers #but it’s ok I love them #this is soft and a quick Drabble

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analiavs · 8 months ago

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Remy Free Use

Cw/tags: free use, dog boys, centaurs, pig boy, degradation, minor mindbreak

Words: 3355

AO3 link for those that prefer:

Remy was brushing Hot to Trot. His precious stallion had just won best in show effortlessly.

“Thanks for the apples boss. I’m glad to have pleased you.”

“You’re always such a good boy for me.” He brushed happily while he praised him. His eyes caught on a certain part of his centaur's anatomy. While he was distracted the brush slipped out of his hand. It dropped into a giant hole in the stable wall. He tsked. Hadn’t he told Charlie to fix it ages ago… docked wages for everyone then. He reached in to get it. It had landed farther than he’d expected.

He got on his tippy toes to try and reach it and finally managed to grab it. But lost his balance and couldn’t get back out. He tried his best but his feet couldn’t reach the ground.

“Uh, little help here.” He felt a pair of hands on his ass. They rubbed all over him trying to get a good grip, but it just felt like he was being groped.

“Of course boss… Um it's just… I can’t get a good grip on your hips.”

“Just use my pants then! Hurry up before someone notices!”

“Yes sir!” With one ineffectual yank his pants were ripped off him.

“…Whoops.”

“Damn it! What if someone sees me like this!”

“Oh uh… I know!” He felt his boots get yanked off and the rest of his visible clothes getting stripped off.

“I’ll hide your clothes that way if someone comes before I free you they’ll think you’re a cow.”

“Why would a cow be in the stables?” He felt Hot-to-Trot spread his cheeks.

“To get some dick?” He offered unhelpfully.

“Besides we both know how you were really gonna reward me.” That… was a fair point, and the leftovers from an earlier liaison dripped out.

“See you’re already lubed… c’mon please?” He felt that wondrous shaft rub against him and his hesitation melted away.

“Fine but make it quick. I don’t need anyone getting ideas…” The novelty of getting fucked in such a position intrigued him, though he wondered how Hot to Trot would ge the necessary mobility.

He didn’t have to wonder for too long. He hilted in one thrust. He covered his mouth to muffle any sounds, though the thrusts were disappointingly shallow he couldn’t risk being recognized.

It wasn’t the kind of sex he was used to, and he found he was more sensitive to it. He wished the breeding bench was more private, it was more comfortable. He bit back a moan as Hot to Trot really started to get into it.

“Oi is that the boss I hear? Can I go next plea- oh! Is this a gift for us?”

“Feck off! I’m the one who won the competition.”He recognized the centaur and knew that his dick was sublime. Maybe another round wouldn’t hurt.

“Uf, ah it’s fine. After Hot to Trot finishes you can go next Sapphire Dream.” The second he agreed he heard a symphony of his centaurs begging for a turn.

“What about me?” Moor Fantasies. Thicker than average.

“And me?” Spotted Lightning. Curved.

“Please can I get a turn? It's been so long!” Jumping Juniper. The longest of all his centaurs. He came at the thought of taking all of them back to back. Meanwhile Hot to Trot gave his last couple thrusts before shooting inside.

“Whatever fine. All of you can get a turn, just as long as no one blows my cover.” He muttered, as he felt Sapphire Dream pushing to take Hot to Trots place. Something rubbed on his ass cheek and without any fanfare, Sapphire Dream pushed into him. As always his technique was mind melting, and he had to focus extra hard on staying quiet. No one should disturb his centaurs, but he couldn’t imagine the cover up if one of the farmhands overheard.

His toes curled as he orgasmed again. Centaur after centaur, most came inside him. Others came all over his ass and thighs. He realized they were using a marker to leave tallymarks. At least they were being discrete.

“Oi you lot? What’s all the ruckus in this pen, ‘avin a party without us?” He heard one of his dog boy overseers speaking. He couldn’t believe there were so many witnesses. He heard some laughter and compliments.

“I’d know that ass anywhere. Who's got next round?” Somebody smacked his ass, as the centaur inside him bucked harder. Hot to Trot spoke up.

“You want a go at ‘im have at it. Boss got stuck, maybe a fat knot can pull him out.”

“Shit let me gather the boys and we’ll make a competition of it. Brutus might be the only one who can actually do it tho.” While Sparky presumably left to go get backup, the centaurs kept fucking him. When it was finally the dogboys’ turn to have a go at him, he immediately knew the difference.

While their cocks were smaller, being bipedal afforded them more mobility. So the pleasure was still there. They were off to a great start with Shredder, whose length and skill had always been satisfactory.

“Don’t worry boss, we know how you like it so I only brought the biggest dogs. No toys here.” He heard Sparky say while a hand rubbed his ass.

“Shit your ass is skilled. All those fucking centaurs and you still feel like a dream.” Shredder moaned. His dick twitched at the compliment.

“Shame his mouth’s not available.” Whined Patches.

“We’re on a mission, remember? Whoever gets the boss out gets to be alpha for a day.” Another orgasm was wrung out of him. He took his hands off his mouth to feel at his bloated belly, with all the cum inside him he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to get out.

Shredder came inside him, and stuck his knot in with ease. Unfortunately, he popped out with one yank. His toes curled as he came once again, jeers and cheers rang out through the stable. He felt another tally mark get added. And the next contestant took a stab at it.

His boys were so well trained. Some were more enthusiastic, spanking him or planting kisses on his cheeks. But none of them were able to keep their knots in for more than a couple pulls. Finally, he sensed Brutus, the dog boy biggest in size and cock, stepping up to him. His hands spread his cheeks. Cum dripped out of his hole, and his own dripped down his thighs.

“The state of you. Boss you know I hate sloppy seconds, but I don’t think I can eat all this cum out of you. Tusk would probably love to feast on this. Heh, maybe we’ll go find him after my go.” He felt Brutus push in and closed his eyes. His thickness always made him go cross-eyed, and with his sensitivity currently maximized a moan slipped out before he quickly muffled himself. Brutus started talking him through it,

“Mmm, one day I’ll be able to fuck you in an open field. You won’t have to hide a thing. You’ll be able to take all the dick you could ever want without a care in the world. Scream as loud as you want, free as can be.” The fantasy and the physical pleasure had him cumming again. Brutus fucked him through his orgasm and he felt that knot press it’s way in. He bit his hand to keep his mouth shut.

When Brutus was finally locked in with him, he started trying to pull him out. It was actually the closest he’d gotten to being pulled out of the hole. But his stomach was too swollen with cum. His freedom no closer, he tried to contribute to his freeing, but he didn’t budge. Brutus sighed and gave up.

“Hm, I’d keep trying but I don’t want to hurt you. Guess you really are stuck huh Boss?” He felt another tally mark get added, and the two of them settled in. This was fun, but he was starting to get seriously concerned he was stuck.

“Who told you fuckers you could have an orgy in here!” He heard one of the farmhands shouting. His stomach dropped, he heard Brutus cuss under his breath.

“Listen, it’s our stable, we can do what we want. Remy told you guys treat us with respect.”

“Remy’s not here right now is he? You’ll obey me.” Who was this low level farmhand to disrespect his centaurs, he bristled with anger. He thought he could act with impunity, he’d turn the bastard.

“Why’s that fucking mutt stuck to the wall?” He heard Brutus growl.

“Get outta here or I’ll rip out your throat!” He snarled. He’d never heard Brutus sound so possessive.

“You can’t say that to me, wait till I tell the supervisor!” He couldn’t stand that whiny voice.

“Fuck the little bastards gone to tell. We gotta dash! Suck in your gut boss, sorry if it hurts.” He heard rustling in the stable as he and Brutus doubled their effort to get him out. He didn’t budge and even Brutus managed to pull his way out of his ass. Cum streamed down his legs. And he felt two pairs of hands trying to pull him out. He didn’t budge and worse he could hear the farmhands returning.

“I swear it’s true!” The farmhand must of brought back up.

“Fuck! Sorry boss! If the loser tries to get handsy we’ll rip his head off for you.” He was left hanging there. Cum slowly dripping out of him. He hoped he wasn’t completely visible. He heard Charile

“The only thing in here is a centaur Lyle. Get outta my sight I’m sick of you wasting my time.”

“But I swear I saw- ”

“Out of my sight!” The stable went silent for a minute. He heard Charlie speak a few minutes later,

“So what’s that behind you?”

“A cow wandered in, we’ve been having fun with ‘em.”

“I’ve never seen a horseshoe brand before, must be new. I’ll have a go then and Remy won’t find out.” He hadn’t even realized his tattoo patch had been peeled off. Hot to Trot had the nerve to chuckle before asquiencing,

“Go ahead.” He felt human hands spreading his ass cheeks.

“A right mess, but ass is ass.” He heard a belt getting unbuckled and pants dropping. He expected a cock plunging in, instead he was jolted by the sting of a belt.

He let out one quickly muffled yelp as Charlie started whaling on his ass and thighs. He hated being spanked, but to his dismay his dick started getting hard. Smack, smack, smack, smack… he lost track of how many. But Charlie’s strength didn’t falter. He came shamefully and tried to hide it with his thighs. Hot to Trots chuckles only deepened his embarrassment. When his ass was sore and covered with welts the spanking finally stopped.

“I can tell you’re a right little slut. Haven’t begged once to be freed. Naughty cows who sneak out their pens get punished, if you want centaur dick get it in the field ok. I don’t want to catch you sneaking in here again.” A hand rubbed at his ass cheeks before a cock finally pushed its way in.

“I dunno Charlie, seems like he liked his punishment.”

“Shit with an ass like this I’ll punish him as many times as he needs.”

“Heh, don’t let Remy catch you doling out unapproved punishments.” A hand slapped his already sore ass.

“Psh with a dick this small he’s got a long way to go till his production is high enough to matter.” For the first since his ordeal his dick got rubbed and he came immediately.

“Aw” Charlie cooed. “I could fall in love with this ass, it’s a shame Remy won’t sell. I’ll keep an eye out for you in the field, horseshoe.” A few more thrusts and Charlie pressed against his back. While he doodled on his backside Charlie muttered to himself.

“That was heavenly. I might be in love.” He heard the sound of pants being adjusted and a camera shutter.

“It’s not a problem, long as it ends up back in its pen by nightfall.” With one last smack to his ass Charlie left.

“I’m having another go. Then we’ll see about getting you out.” Hot to Trot said. He was spineless as he got fucked again. This time Hot to Trot came all over his ass. Their desires sated for the time being the two renewed their efforts to get him out. Unfortunately try as they might he was stuck fast.

Some of the centaurs and dogboys came back and tried workshopping solutions. Of course he wasn’t neglected, they kept a solid train going while they tried to come up with ideas.

“Oi we saw Charles walking with an unusual zest for life after coming in here? Oh? What have we here?” Hot to Trot was quick to speak.

“A slutty little cow. You boys want a go?”

“Hell yeah! I’m going next.” He heard camera shutters as the centaur finished inside him. Within seconds the eager farmhand was taking his centaurs place. At least he couldn’t recognize them, but he wasn’t sure how he would face his employees tomorrow. Their technique was lacking even in his overstimulated state. They laughed and degraded him as they took their turns. Hopefully they would finish quickly and he could get a few more centaurs in.

“I wonder if he could take two of us at once.” As worthless as their dicks were, he could probably take three of them if they could figure out the positioning. They spread his ass wide and laughed as they prodded at him trying to fit.

“Wait, hahaha, Niki get a good shot of this.”

“Um well see, Mr. Remy hasn’t-”

“Remy’s not here bruv. Don’t worry it’ll be for our own private collections.” A few seconds later he heard cheers and whoops, so he could infer that he was being filmed. He was going to kill them. Anyone he could trace back to this was getting turned.Though he could begrudgingly admit that the double penetration was passable.

The one on the left was rabbiting into him, while the one on the right paced his thrusts. He felt an orgasm slowly building, maybe he would train his dog boys to triple team him.

The pair actually managed to sync their orgasms. If he could speak he would have teased them. The pair pulled out abruptly and added their tally marks without any concern for his pleasure. His ruined orgasm had him gritting his teeth.

“Why don’t you have a go cameraman?”

“Oh, I’m quite alright. I just like to watch.” They booed him and started a chant.

“Fuck the slut!” He could kick them, these imbeciles were going to get even more attention.

“Alright! Fine I’ll fuck him! Happy?” The cheers had him rolling his eyes, how ripped could the bastard be? Niki never so much as got an erection at the shoots.

The whooping and wolf whistles continued. Niki pressed against his rim almost nervously. He suppressed a sigh, a dick with no confidence, how disappointing.

But when he finally pushed in he had to reconsider his assessment. Niki was on the larger side of all his human partners. He tried to hump against Niki’s dick, if Niki wouldn’t put his back into it he might as well take what he needed. Tragically he was stuck fast.

“Oh you’re desperate for it huh? Heh, just this once, I’ll participate.” Then came the first thrust, the clap of his ass resonated throughout the barn. A hand on his back kept him stable as Niki started building up strength. Drool slipped out his mouth. He might just have to turn him into a bull.

He covered his mouth to stifle any noise. Niki was really showing these louts how it was done. Of course, the peanut gallery had commentary.

“Damn they’re really getting into it!” Niki grunted at that, but his thrusts only intensified. His eyes rolled up as he finally orgasmed. He wasn’t sure if it was dry or not. The overwhelming stickiness was really the only thing he could feel down there.

“Aw look at his little dick twitch! How cute!”

“Tch, I’m missing an amazing shot, but pov shots are en vogue. Hah, your amazing darling, you were made for the camera.” Niki rubbed his thigh gently before finally hilting and cumming inside.

When he pulled out a hand spread his cheek and kept him there till some of the spend dripped out.

“Thank you darling, I think I’ve found a new muse.” A gentle hand petted his thigh before adding yet another tally mark.

After that it was a blur of nondescript dicks interspersed with dog boys and centaurs being used as entertainment. He savored those moments, along with the occasional well endowed farmhand. He wasn’t sure how long it’d been or how many. He’d long since lost count. A gruff voice broke him out of the haze.

“Har har har, oh you stupid slut!” A giant hand slapped his ass. Of course Big Tusk had finally made his appearance. He felt the greedy hog press his mouth against his rim and start eating the cum out of him.

Hopefully the pig would eat enough that he could finally get pulled out the damn hole. Honestly at this point he didn't even care if his identity got discovered.

Once Tusk decided he was full, he of course took his turn fucking him. The massive weird cock had always been a guilty pleasure for him, but overstimulated he could feel every curve inside of him. Tusk was rougher than usual and his stomach bulged with every thrust. He had one last almost painful orgasm as Tusk twitched inside of him.

The asshole laughed and left his tally mark. And then with one final slap on his ass he was left. He heard Hot to Trot speak up,

“Alright you lot that's enough innit, poor little bugger has probably had all the sense fucked out of him.” He was grateful there was finally a voice of reason. Though there were some complaints they left him alone. A few minutes later Hot to Trot spoke directly to him,

“They've gone. While the humans were passing you around I went and got an axe, so I should have you out in a bit. Just relax.” His response was more of a noise than a coherent thought. He was limp as Hot to Trot broke down the wall holding him hostage. Once he was free he was lifted gently and placed on his own two feet. Immediately his legs turned to jello and he struggled to hold himself up. Luckily, his centaur kept him standing up.

“My word you're a mess. Brutus got you some overalls, so you can be a bit more discrete leaving.” Hot to Trot was gentle while he helped him dress. His mind was still a bit fuzzy but he was starting to ground himself.

“Alright now get before anyone sees you.” With a kiss on the forehead he was sent out. He staggered out of the stable, thankfully with the presence of mind to check for anyone. With his stomach bloated and cum dripping down his leg, it would be obvious to any participant who he really was.

He was slow and meticulous making his way back to the mansion. But it wasn't too difficult, he was experienced sneaking around the farm after all.

Once he made it to his bedroom, he resisted the urge to crawl straight into bed and forced himself to his bathroom. He finally got a good look at himself in the mirror and gasped.

His lower half was practically covered in bruises and tally marks. And he was covered in so much cum it looked like he had taken a milk bath. All this would definitely clog his damn plumbing, but he couldn't help but wonder when he'd do it again.

#remy the farmer #degrees of lewdity

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mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea · 10 months ago

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About the Teigh

What should I say about myself past my tagline? "50 year old beach heathen. Lokean. Tea/coffee-drinker. Writer/photographer/hobby chef. Tarot/runes/dreams/psychometry. Genderfluid. Bisexual. Multi-fandom nerd. Why am I the only one who has that dream? They/Them," only gives so much, after all, and I mean, one of those things is a line from a movie probably a lot of you haven't seen because you're too young, and it doesn't have Taylor Swift in it.

If you've looked at my Tumblr, you know I'm a HUGE Marvel/MCU nerd. There are characters I hate (I have tags especially for you folks who love those characters so that you can filter out my rare venting about those characters posts), there are characters I like, there are characters I love, and then there are characters that I'd potentially open up a metaphorical vein for them. We all have those. We're nerds. We're on Tumblr, ffs.

I love tea. Yes I love coffee, too, but because of an rp character my name and personality has sort of become enmeshed with even just the notion of tea and all manner of tea paraphernalia. Teapots, tea cups, tea service, tea sets, tea, tea, tea, tea... *cue Monty Python singing the Spam song but it's tea*

I love photography. I'm a hobby photographer, and once I'm the hell out of Texas, I'll feel inspired to jump back into my photo game again.

I love cooking. What started out of spite because of my ex and a mutual friend telling me I'd starve to death without the ex to cook for me has turned into a creative outlet and passion. I know I cook more than my ex ever did, and with the exception of my picky, pissy SIL, most people love my cooking. So yay me.

I love animals, the beach (obviously - it's the place I most want to be), flowers, lots of different fandoms aside from Marvel (Hannibal, The Following, horror movies, Stephen King, period movies, literature, Shakespeare, Stranger Things, Peaky Blinders, Boardwalk Empire, ALL of the things that Mike Flanagan directs, BBC Sherlock, RDJ's Sherlock movies - the list is really kind of long, so I won't try to put everything down). I love pretty much all types of music (save Christian rock and quite a lot of pop singers, esp one particular one whose name I've had to filter out because so many of y'all love her).

I write fanfiction. I'm not a popular writer, but I'm damned good at what I do. For those who don't know, I'm Wolfsheart on AO3. I'm a huge sucker for kudos and comments. LOVE the comments, especially the positive ones. Hateful ones, not so much. I delete, block, and report people who send hateful shit. If you leave hateful shit without signing in, I'll report you as spam since AO3 hasn't provided a way to block and report 'guests'.

I've got side blogs on Tumblr that are mine alone and a few Tumblrs that I co-mod with one of my sibs from another crib, @scottxlogan. In case you're interested:

Mine:

Love is in the Earth (A blog about geology/stones/crystals covering both geological and metaphysical properties of them)

Mimir's Well (Tarot/Divination blog)

Lokiscarlip (Good Omens RP)

Mine and Scottxlogan's:

Marvelrarepairs (Marvel Rare Pairs, self-explanatory)

Starksummers (Also self-explanatory? Scott Summers/Tony Stark, or as we call them, Mechanical Boy Band)

Marvelrarepairs Bingo (Same as above but with Bingo cards!)

Scott Summers Bingo (A bingo for pro-Scott Summers folks)

Scogan Bingo (Scott Summers/Logan)

Oh yeah, here's a big thing. Super big heathen here. Nordic gods are my deity-drugs of choice. Loki's the top of the hierarchy. I read tarot, runes, psychometry. I'm your basic beach witch currently stuck in relatively Central Texas, trying to get this making money for me before my sister and I can escape Tex-ass and even after.

Look, I tag every post. I tag with what's in the post, if I put my negative opinions into the post (even the tags), I will always tag with "This is not a ***** friendly blog." Ex. "This is not a Jean Grey friendly blog," and "This is not a Peggy Carter friendly blog." If there's something I post that isn't tagged in a way that you'd like to filter it out, send me an Ask and I will put that tag into my routine so that you can filter it out. Tags are a courtesy, and I'm all about being courteous - kind of wish more folks on here were that courteous because there's some stuff I filter out and y'all don't tag so I'm stuck seeing it and have to block those posts.

Oh but here's the catch. I have Anon Asks shut off. I used to get a lot of hate asks and even death threats in anon because someone didn't like that I don't like a character they loved. That was pre-tagging days on here. So I shut off Anon Asks. Sorry, not sorry. You can send me asks, you'll be safe, and I won't like...eat your face or anything.

I only eat the rude.

#pinned post #about the Teigh #mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea #about post #post about me

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shade-pup-cub · 2 years ago

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I feel like there isn't enough fluff/sap/parental filled Time fics. Maybe I just haven't found them. I read over my first multi chapter fic, "Two Toddlers" and thought to share a chapter, bc I have been writing a lot of angst, been crule to some of the boys and need some heart warming writing.

It was just another day fighting as a team. The Links had fallen into a rhythm with each other's fighting abilities and paired up. Wind with Warriors, Four with Time, Sky with Hyrule and Legend, Twilight and Wild.

Again, nothing new.

So when the fighting stops they all regroup and catch their breaths, noticing that two of them were missing, wasn’t something they were prepared for. “Hey, where are Twi and Wild?” Hyrule asked as he was treating everyone's wounds.

“Last I saw they were fighting a lone Wizzrobe. We were fighting our own Moblin at the time.” Wars said as he cleaned off his blade.

“If they aren’t here in five, we need to check on them. Last thing we need is them wandering off or injured and we don’t know about it.” Time had his eye towards the tree line. It wasn’t normal for his Pup to drift off without a word. Cub, different story.

“They have had plenty of time now, let’s go look for them.” Sky was a bit of a mother cucco at times.

“I’ll go with you!” Wind jumped to his feet.

“In case they are hurt, I’m tagging along.” Hyrule said as he stood to leave with them. Legend gave him a look that said ‘don’t use too much magic’.

Time didn’t realize he was making a face until Wars came up and placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure they are fine. No need to fret. And you can kick their ass for not checking in first. Twilight is probably making sure Wild doesn’t sneak off with an injury, like he normally does.”

“Was I making it that obvious?” Time asked.

“No, but I know you better than some.”

That was true. Time had traveled through time to fight in the great war that erupted in Warriors Hyrule. Time became a little brother to Wars. Even now, though Time is older than him, he was still his little brother.

Time’s thoughts were cut short when Wind sprinted back into camp. “Okay, so, don’t freak out. If you freak out, they will freak out and they are already freaked out!”

“Care to elaborate sailor?” Legend asked.

“Well, I don’t know how to put it outside of… Twilight and Wild… got turned into… toddlers.”

There was a stunned silence. This wasn’t the strangest thing to happen, but it was definitely up there on the list. Time was on his feet, hurrying to where the boys had entered the woods.

Why can’t we have a normal fight, with normal monsters and normal injuries?!

He slowed down when he saw Hyrule and Sky’s backs to them, kneeling. A little voice raised, trying to be threatening, “I said get back!” Time could see over Sky’s shoulder, Twilight with a rock in hand, blocking Wild from the others. Twilight looked about six or seven, Wild might have been four or five. If looks could kill, everyone would be dead and not because of Twi. Wild had his teeth bared, eyes narrowed, fist clenched, stance lowered and was growling. It was actually adorable to see.

The other heroes came up next to the original three, and chuckled at the sight. “Don’t laugh! Go away!!”

“Oh come on Twi, it's just us.” Legend said and apparently that was wrong. Twilight threw the rock, hitting Legend between the eyes. He fell backwards to the ground with a grunt. “You little-”

“Legend! They don’t remember who we are.” Hyrule started. “They know who they are, but not us. You would be scared too if you were them and seven armed strangers approached you.”

“I’nna go home…” Wild whispered into the back of Twilight’s shirt.

“Hey, we can help with that.” Wind sat on his butt, giving them room. “How about you tell us your names first. My name is Wind.” Wind would be the best option to help calm the two down since he did have a little sister.

The two boys relaxed a bit. “I’m Twilight. My little brother is Wild.”

“Hello Twilight, Wild. My friends are really nice and want to help you get home. This is Sky, Hyrule, Warriors, Legend, Four and at the back is Ti-” he was interrupted by two shouts at the same time.

“DAD!” Both boys pushed past the kneeling heroes and barreled their way towards Time.

Time was shocked as the two toddlers wrapped themselves around each leg. He looked at all the others, their expression mirrored his shock. Wars was the first to break the silence, “Well, they are your descendants after all. Understandable that they would call you that when they are this young.” Wars then mouthed, ‘play along’.

Time deflated and looked down at the two boys still wrapped around his legs. Their puppy-like eyes melted his heart. He knelt down as he brought them to his front. “Where have you two been?” He softened his voice so as not to sound like a scolding father.

“W-we saw monsters and ran to the woods. We couldn’t find you, then all these people showed up.” Twilight was clearly trying to be strong.

“That was very smart of you to do.”

Wild whimpered. “W-where w-were y-you?” His tears collected at the corners of his eyes.

Time’s heart squeezed in his chest. Oh how those few words hurt his heart. Wild was stuttering like he did when they first met him. “Oh, Wild, I’m sorry. I didn't mean to let you two out of my sight, but I’m here now. Are either of you hurt?”

“No sir.” they said in unison.

“Good. Come on, we need to go make camp for the night. Do you want to help me find the perfect place?"

"Yes!" Wild shouted, throwing his arms up in the air.

"Pleease!!" Twilight was bouncing on his toes.

Time had to let out the chuckle at the sight of his two boys… his two boys. He ruffled their hair before he picked them both up into his arms. He walked away from the group that were gawking at him. Wars said to play along, it really wasn’t that hard to. These two were technically already his anyway.

The night came quickly and everyone was relaxing near the fire. A pot was boiling with milk, goat butter, wheat and carrots to make a carrot stew. Next to the fire were meat skewers to go with it. Everything was cooked under the close eye of Wild, who to their astonishment, still knew how to cook.

“Hey Wild, where did you learn to cook?” Hyrule asked.

“And so young?” Wars asked.

“Uh, m-my Momma taught me. I like helping her in the kitchen when she cooks. She made me an apron too! She said next time I help her, I can make cakes with her.”

The group got quiet as they looked at Wild, then to Time. Time remembered that conversation Wild was referring to. Wild was in the kitchen with Malon when a portal opened up in the front yard. They were talking about baking a cake that night, but Malon smiled and told him that the next time they made it back to the ranch that he could make whatever cake he wanted to.

Malon had made Wild an apron between visits to make sure he felt more at home. It was the same blue as his champions tunic with his name embroidered on it. Malon figured out that Wild’s favorite creature in his Hyrule was the dragons. So Malon, bless her patients, sewed three dragons onto it. A blue, green and red one, blue was in the middle. Wild had explained that the dragons were like spirits that protected the springs of Wisdom, Courage and Power. His favorite being the dragon that resided at the Spring of Wisdom, Naydra. He talked about how he would run as fast as he could and jump off of high cliffs and pillars of ice just to fly near them. He felt more alive while gliding by their sides. Malon hung onto every word.

Now that Wild mentioned this and said that his Momma taught him to cook, everyone put the puzzle together. He was calling Malon his mother.

Time’s heart didn’t know if it wanted to soar with joy or break into a thousand pieces. These two boys who he knew were his own flesh and blood, were calling him and his wife their parents. His heart decided to break on that fact. It broke because they weren’t, though he wished they were. How he would pray for it to be true, knowing it never would come to be.

Neither one of these boys knew their biological parents, whether it was because of being adopted or loss of memories. Time never thought that he and Malon could have that great of an impact on them to where they call them Mom and Dad.

Time smiled and it actually met his eyes. Everyone around the camp visibly relaxed at that.

His thoughts were cut short by Twilight. “Hey Dad?”

“Hmm?”

“D-do you think Momma misses us?”

And there was the heartbreak again. “I’m sure she does very much. We will see her soon, especially since we are only two days walk from home.” Twilight’s ears dropped some as he laid his chin on his knees. “Twi? Come here, what is the matter?” Time reached out his hand to the oldest child.

He stood and shuffled over with his head low. He flopped into Time’s arms with a huff. He didn’t say anything for some time, so Time ran his fingers through the boy’s hair and scratched his scalp. “Twi, I can’t help you if you don’t say what's wrong.”

Another huff. “I just hate leaving home. I love being on the road, but I miss her so much.”

Time could feel the little hands hanging on to his cream colored tunic like it was his lifeline. “We will see her soon and you can spend all the time you want with her. I’m sure she would love that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Time kissed the top of the boy's head and the little one hummed.

“Dinner is ready!!” Wild called out joyfully while Sky got bowls ready.

It was a quiet dinner. Everyone was stuffing their mouths with delicious food. Dishes were washed and put back to where they belonged and the sun was just getting tucked behind the trees.

Time looked up when he heard two sets of giggles from across the camp. Twilight and Wild were covering their mouths as they laughed. Time could see their gears turning as they eyed Wind and Warriors. Time had a knowing smile on his face when the two knee high boys started to creep up to their prey. With a laugh, they pounced. Wild collided with Wind’s back as Twilight landed on Warriors saying, “Gottcha!!”

The two older heroes landed on the ground with little ones scrambling to get up. “Wild! Come on, run!” Twilight grabbed the smaller boy, his brother, by the hand and took off. The victims of the ambush got to their feet and slowly chased them around camp. They pretended to trip or fall when they got close to them.

The camp was full of laughter as the youngest two were caught by Legend and Four, who looked like they were turning new shades of red from it all. Hyrule rushed over to Four and grabbed hold of Wild’s little hands and gently pulled while saying, “I’ll save you!” Sky was Twilight’s savor as Legend started to find his tickle spot along his ribs.

The boys got put down and they ran towards Time. “Daddy, Daddy! Hide us!”

When they plowed into Time’s chest, he laughed saying, “What makes you think I won’t join in and tickle you two as well?” When the two gasped and tried to get out of his arms, Time encircled them and kept them close to his chest as he carefully tickled their ribs and blew raspberries against their necks. The two boys were laughing so hard that they had tears running down their red cheeks. Time himself was laughing hysterically. “Alright you two, time to get ready for bed.”

“Aww.” They both pouted momentarily.

“Go on. The sooner you go to sleep, the sooner we can get on the road and be home.” With that, they tumbled out of his arms and raced to get ready for bed.

“Someone looks like a very proud father.”

Time looked up at Wars who had just approached. He sat on the log Time was leaning against. “Hard not to be. It is a little strange, yet familiar."

“It suits you. I do want to ask, how do you plan on telling Malon? I know she already sees all of us like family, especially those two, but them racing up to her screaming mommy might not be the best way of explaining things.”

“Fair point. When we get a mile away, do you want to run ahead with ‘Rule and explain things to her?” That was really the only option they had.

“That is better than the alternative.” Wars paused, then chuckled. “You know, it has always been clear that Twi is yours, or at least adult Twi. Looking at Wild this young I see, well, I see Mask. A spit fire just like you back then. Just part his hair differently and he is your twin.” They laughed.

“It took me by surprise when I found out that Wild was mine.”

“I think I saw more than a surprised look that day.” Wars tone was a bit more serious.

Time huffed. “Yeah. I knew that I messed up with Legend and Hyrule’s timeline. I was defeated and I still feel guilty about not knowing what messing with time would do.”

“But?”

“But with Wild… He comes from the original timeline. Directly from me, to Twi and I can’t help feeling angry and fearful. Angry because that timeline I took down Ganondorf, yet look at his world. It is in a state of complete destruction. It will take generations to rebuild it. His world has dangers around every corner. You saw how he was when he first joined us. A feral child that didn’t like physical contact, selective mute, slept in trees because it felt safer, stayed in the back of the group so he wouldn’t be turned on. His world is cruel and has been cruel to him. Just look at the difference between his monsters and everyone else's. They are intelligent and surpass the strength of ours by a long shot. That's just the few things we have observed. He hasn’t said anything more about his adventure outside of he now has memory issues, he was a knight and that he failed. We still don’t know what he means by that.”

“There is good that came from that though. I mean, just look at how he fights. He used to be a knight, his Zelda’s personal knight. You see glimpses of that fighting style, but there's that monster style too. Could you imagine how things would turn out if he didn’t fight the ways he does now? Poor thing would have it even harder. He studies monsters' fighting techniques and uses it against them. He is a survivor, adapting to his surroundings.”

“Where did I go wrong that he has to be like that?” Times rubbed his bad eye with his palm.

“You blame yourself. Well, do you blame Twi or Sky?”

Time flinched. “Of course not. How could I ever put blame on them?"

Wars chuckled. “Then how can you blame yourself?” Time looked down at his hands. “The only one who is at fault for his hardships is Ganon. He destroyed the lands he calls home. None of us could have stopped the events from happening even if we were there. It took the better part of the past four months to get Wild to believe that it wasn’t his fault that his lands perished. Don’t make me get Legend involved to make you believe the same thing, because I will.”

“That is actually a terrifying thought.” Time sighed.

“It is, isn’t it?” He placed his hand on Time’s shoulder. “Cheer up, your sons are ready for bed. Get some rest, hold them, we will set up watch.” With one last squeeze on his shoulder, Wars was gone.

His sons walked over with droopy eyes and yawned. “Ready for bed?” He got hums and more yawns. “Come here.” He laid on his side and pulled the thick blanket over himself and the two boys as they clung to each other and pressed against his chest. Sleep came easy once he heard their soft, even breaths.

The next two days went by quickly since the boys were entertaining the others with their playing and story telling.

When they were a mile away from Lon Lon Ranch, Time elbowed Wars. Wars nodded and told Hyrule to run ahead with him.

“Where are they going?” Twi asked from on top of Time's shoulders, arms circling around his head.

“He is letting Ma- your mother know we are about to be there so she’s not caught off guard.” It wasn’t a lie.

“Wild, wake up!” Twi bounced slightly.

Wild, who was being cradled against Time’s chest fast asleep, mumbled and tried to open his eyes. “We there yet?”

“About to be. Wars and ‘Ruley went to tell Momma we are almost home.”

Wild snapped awake at that, but only clung to Time as he giggled into his neck. The giggly breath on his neck tickled and made him also chuckle. Oh how he loved these boys.

The mile walk was short, well for everyone except the two boys and Time. The front door opened and Malon greeted everyone. “You made it back!”

There were a few ‘Hi Mrs. Malon’ as they reached the front yard. Time knelt down so Twilight could hop off his shoulders and put Wild down too. They were excited and wouldn’t stop trying to leap off of him. “Okay, okay. Go on.” he mused.

“Momma!!”

“Mommy!!”

The two ran to the front of the groups, weaving between and around legs.

Malon gasped saying, “There you two are! How have my boys been?” She scooped them up into her arms as she stood, one on each hip. They were nestled into her neck.

“Hello darling.” Time walked to his wife and landed a kiss on her lips before he ruffled the boy's hair. “Someone missed you terribly.” He eyed the two boys.

Time went in for another kiss, a longer lasting one. “Eewww!!” Wild shouted and pushed on Time’s shoulder.

“Grose!” Twilight also tried pushing Time away.

“Daddy has cooties!” Wild wiggled in Malon’s arms. Time saw the blush on her cheeks.

“Oh, do I?” He had a mischievous grin. He snagged Wild and held him upside down by his feet. He playfully snarled against Wild’s neck and blew a raspberry. Wild struggled to get away as he laughed. He put him down, making sure he wouldn’t fall. “Alright you two, go play.” They took off running towards the barn, jumping off the porch.

Malon turned to the other boys. “Has Link been like this with them the whole time?” When she got huge smiles filled with laughter, she turned towards her husband. She playfully slapped his chest, “You sap. You all come in. I’m sure there is much to talk about.”

#ao3 writer #hero of time #hero of twilight #hero of the wild #toddlers #Time would be a great dad #chapter 1

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wytfut · 1 year ago

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“Have you read the news today? Oh boy!” ... Beatles

I know I’m set in my ways ... and this makes me appear as an old curmudgeon.

But by golly, I enjoy a good news paper (actual paper), sitting down with breakfast or coffee and catching up on the world.

WWW it appears has ruined all of this. Lots of folks believe everything they read... and www is most likely the worst place to do this.

Unreliable sources... that mimmick “old school” news. I think I found a source on www, .... ABC.news .... not sure. It wasn’t really ABC. Because they added the “.”, they got away from the copyright issues. And that news was horrible at best. Something to the tune of the rags they used to sell at the grocery store cash registers, ie, National Enquirer. It wasn’t ABC, it was some other company who loop holed the copy right by adding a “.”??? Well it wasn’t ABC.

Paper newspaper got too expensive for us..... $68/month. And we went “e”. The journal start “e” is now jumping to almost $30/month. Several pages of this is from the day before reprinted. WHAT?? Why at $30/month do I want to reread part of yesterday’s news? Most of the time, its rewrite, of some article that doesn’t pertain to nothing,.... more of a self help article...

With no sources of news being completely reliable, it makes a guy gun shy about coughing up any money. From where I sit, does anyone back up what they are reporting anymore?

long side story:

I was a paper boy. I hand delivered papers daily on my sting ray schwinn. Foul weather and all. In the beginning it was $1.10/month (not sunday). From there it went to $2.20 including sunday. And about the time I done with my career, it had jumped to $4.40. Folks thought that was outrageous.

Sunday and Wednesday papers were ass kickers .... sometimes 2 loads to deliver, as I couldn’t get them all in my “paper bags”. Sunday was delivered in the morning before sun up. And the rest before 5:30 pm. I subbed before all of this the Lincoln Star (before journal star became one), which was a morning paper, for about a year. . (humor sidenote, both printed same building, just different names, representing different time delivered). .

I remember some of my customers being total jerks about paying for the paper... and would go months without paying. Those days the paperboy would have to go to their home to collect the monthly payments. One customer owed me 4 months (getting close to $10...). Pop decided to help out, and tagged along in Uniform.

They leaped out of their comfy chair and immediately paid. I still chuckle with that memory.

I’d pick up my papers at the S W corner of Cotner and Adams. One sunday morning before sun up, a car come flying down Cotner, and couldn’t make the curve (too fast). The Cekja house was right there at the apex of the curve. The car lost it, and rolled a couple of times and crashed into a huge old Elm tree on the Cekja property.

Me being pretty young was totally terrified.... grabbed my bundle of papers and hi tailed it home. Scared shitless no less.

I heard as soon as the car had quit moving, the driver try and start it back up. Got it started, and moved on down Cotner.

About the same time I got into the house, I saw the car coming down 68th. I was positive the driver was looking for me (get rid of the witnesses). So I turned off all the lites in the house, and hid on the floor. Sure as shit the car came around to our side of the “ditch” heading right for our home.

Car was running horribly, flat tire or 2, steel grinding some wheres..... and putted on by our house, and stopped at the neighbors.

Turned out, it was the neighbor. All drunked up, missed the turn on Adams. But got his car home and stumbled into the house. ...

We are going to give up on the journal star.... and I’m looking around for a good news source that is within my budget....

Cuz Jorika suggests NPR and/or Nebraska Public Media “app”. Alexa has failed me miserably, as well as Amazon.

I listen to a lot of podcasts.... mostly when I’m pedaling “no where”. Really like “democracy now” but no local news.

Thanx Jo.... I’ll give your idea a go.

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akkkkollle · 3 years ago

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you have a great idea in your heads... So, listen up. M! the reader is the second boss in Bonten. And Sanzu is his husband/boyfriend (someone else, if you want) and he wanted to have sex. So he goes to his boss's office and begs him to fuck him? Degradation, shock play and denial of orgasm, if you don't mind.

Tags: Bonten!Reader and Bonten!Sanzu, mention of Mikey, spanking, degradation, master kink, denial of orgasm, sex on the table, and a hint of many rounds, mention of drugs (if you squint).

— I'm so glad that someone liked this refraction in the roles. Being a criminal is so hot sometimes.

Sanzu had been sitting at his desk in his office for about 15 minutes, resting his head on the table and looking into the closet, trying to distract himself. He could feel this growing erection in his pants, but what could he do? You said you'd be busy until 18:00 (6:00 PM). There were still 15 minutes left.

He constantly wondered, "Why did he get excited because of his husband? " But actually the answer is simple. He's always turned on by you. Every time he remembers the look on your face last night... He can't help but get excited.

And in the end... No, he can't stand it. His hand went down to his trousers and pulled them down, and then his boxers. His fingers found his hole and they entered. 2 of his fingers started moving in it, he tried to imitate your movements yesterday, but no. He couldn't do it. His fingers are not long enough and skillful enough. He just can't please himself on his own. When he finished trying to cut himself with scissors and it barely helped, he removed his fingers and dressed back.

He looked at his watch.. 3 minutes left! He jumped out of his office and immediately climbed into the elevator, heading to the top floor. And now the elevator beeped, indicating that it was in place. He got out of the elevator and saw two impressive doors. Mikey and you. But he went exactly to yours, gently knocking on your door, hoping that 3 minutes had already passed. And he opened the door when he heard "come in."

- Haru? - you asked, looking up from the computer, - Do you need anything, honey?

-Yeah, you're not busy, hmm? - he said, coming up to your desk, leaning on it.

- No, why? Do you have something important?

- Yes, something very very... - he said, taking your hand and putting it on his erection, - ... important.

You blinked a couple of times, but grinned, grabbing Haru's hand, pulling him to your side of the table and bending him over the surface. He shuddered at the feeling of the cold surface of the wooden table under him and turned his gaze to you.

- So, what did you want, whore? - You asked, holding Sanzu's hands behind his back.

- I wanted the master to fuck me. - he said, biting his lip with tension.

You got up from your chair and abruptly took off Sanzu's trousers and boxers. The guy shuddered from the cold air on his milky skin. You ran your hand over his right cheek, "accidentally" his hole. You raised your hand, looking at your fingers, and the sound of a slap and a loud moan from Sanzu immediately rang through the room.

- Oh, slut, did you play with yourself without my knowledge, right? - Sanzu just nodded, repeating "Yes", feeling tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.

You fell silent, forcing Haru to look at you, but as soon as he did, he felt a blow on his ass, this time much stronger.

-I have to punish you, whore. You were too bad a boy... - you said, rolling the metal buckle of your belt in your hands and hit him again, forcing Haru to cum.

He mumbled an apology, he felt tears treacherously pouring out of his eyes. He was apologizing more and more loudly, looking at you. But he couldn't see your gaze, it was directed straight at his bleeding and limp cock. He groaned when he felt you hit him again, but then there was another sound of a blow, causing Sanzu to scream in pain, because he got this blow right into his dick.

He felt his cock tighten again and he jerked his hands in your grip, trying to free them, but no. You turn him over and roll him on his back, unbuttoning the zipper and the button on your trousers, taking out your dick and inserting it into Sanzu, forcing him to cling to the edges of the table.

Your cock immediately began to enter his tight, but more or less prepared hole. He was moaning from the pain and stretching, but he liked it. To be honest, he didn't want to make you angry, but if your anger leads to such consequences... He'll be bothering you forever.

He felt your cock bumping into his prostate and you started constantly aiming at that place, making him moan from this all the more sinful. His legs wrapped around your waist, every thrust you drove you deep into him. He felt a familiar knot in his stomach, feeling that it would burst soon.

- M-master, I'm n-now—...ah, n-no, please! - Sanzu moaned, tears pouring even harder from his eyes.

- Did you think I'd let you cum so easily, bitch? - you said, grinning and squeezing the base of his cock.

He screamed, feeling how you threw his legs over your shoulders and started literally destroying his prostate. Your hands were squeezing his hip and waist very hard, there will probably be bruises there, but who cares about that? No one. This session will last a long time. Until you remember about work.

A few hours later, Sanzu came out of your office all disheveled and rumpled, but there was a pure expression of ecstasy and bliss on his face. And... to be honest, everyone who saw him just thought that he was under the dose again. But honestly, only you could know why he was like that... And Mikey, who was just about to eat dorayaki when you started.

#top male reader #dom male reader #seme male reader #sub tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x male reader #Sanzu x male reader #Sub sanzu #Sub tokrev #Tokyo revengers smut #Tokrev x male reader #Tokrev smut #sanzu smut #tr smut

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fang-wife · 4 years ago

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voyeur | m. izuku

➳ tags ;; sub!izuku, dom!reader, watching hentai together?, reader is mean and nice </3, quirkless college au!izuku, corruption kink/religious guilt, unprotected sex/creampies, established relationship, afab reader

➳ wc ;; 2.1k

➳ a /n ;; @/sems-diarie made a post abt this a while ago n my brain wouldn’t let it be so. here we are </3

➳ plot ;; izuku didn’t sneak you into your dorm to watch.. this with you. but he has a habit of letting you do what you like.

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This is embarassing.

He knows this is embarassing - more embarassing than he really cares to admit to. He should really know better by now then to let you do as you please. You’re always stringing him along with your schemes and plans and he loses sight of his morals. His standards.

Then again, he doesn’t have any at this point. The point of him paying for this single dorm was so that he could have space to focus. It wasn’t to sneak you in when his R.A. wasnt looking. Even more then that, it wasn’t to do.. whatever this was.

It’d be one thing if he was having sex. That’s a normal thing to do in college, to sneak your partner in and smash. But you’re you, and all you ever seem to have planned for him are hair-brained schemes. It’s what this feels like - when you sit on his twin size bed and pat the empty space next to you. The distrust in his expression makes you laugh.. He sighs and does what you’ve asked.

“What’re you doing?”

He sounds exasperated. You laugh - too pleasantly for him to be comfortable. You type something into the search bar. Green eyes widen, skin warm and blushing.

“Wh-what’re you doing?”

You laugh as you prop the computer on the bed. You grin at him, tucking yourself under his arm. The website mocks him, all black background and animated women with huge tits covering the screen edge to edge.

“You know something, after you’re done using incognito mode - you’re supposed to switch out to regular search, you know,” you explain. Your hand rests on his thigh. Deku freezes.

The sound of your voice has always been something of a vice. It gets a little raspy like this - sultry in a way that has him squirming. He doesn’t know what to do. He can feel the heat of your body.

“Would you know my surprise when I borrow your phone to look up when the convience store closes,” you inch closer, press further “only to see..”

He knows what you saw before you announce it. His skin feels like it’s on fire, tuning out whatever description you’ve been giving of what he chose to watch.

Maybe it was the way he was raised - but he always had such a specific sort of guilt towards pornography. Always told himself he shouldn’t watch things like that, shouldn’t touch himself. Izuku had always been a good, well-behaved boy. Done the right thing even when it was hard.

Meeting you had changed that, changed him. He found his body craving you when he couldn’t control it and he ended up here - watching porn and jerking off with his shirt in his mouth. It’s all come back to haunt him, really.

“I’m not mad, y’know,” ― and your tone goes soft - it’s assuring enough that Izuku can whimper out an okay, but you’re not done ― “I’m just curious. Can’t we watch it together?,”

“That’s ― !”

You flutter your lashes him.

“That’s?”

He has a million words that he can say. That he should say. Bad, wrong, immoral. Words that belong at the end of the sentence to describe what he’s doing with you and what he’s considering.

None of that comes out.

“That’s.. too much”

You grin at him.

“Do you not want too?”

“..I didn’t say that, it’s just -”

Your hand squeezes his thigh until your stiletto's dig into them. Your mouth trails his jaw with hot, open mouth kisses until your turning his head to face you. A hand splayed on his face, tongue deep in his mouth. French kissing makes him pant - hands twitching eagerly to touch you. He watches, dazed - the spit trail of saliva that stretches between you two.

He’s so easy, it’s cute. You press forward with a chaste kiss.

“Show me what you were watching, Izuku,”

His hand trembles as he leans forward. He remembers the title - doesn’t know if that’s good or bad. Within seconds, it shows up and he clicks. You lean forward too, observing the tags with a small smile on your face.

“Milf, NTR, Gangbang,”

“S-stop reading them!”

You giggle.

Without warning - you press play. Izuku finds himself frantic. Worried about the sound, the time, all of it - but you don’t seem to care. The AD comes on and you skip that too. It’s on. A familiar arousal blooms in his chest, the memory of what he’d seen appearing. You settle between his legs, your back pressed to his chest. You bring his hands around your waist.

“Let’s watch ~”

Izuku face twists with displeasure. The plot nothing to ride home about - a lonely housewife goes out to a club and finds someone to take care of her needs. At first it’s just one stranger at the club - then two, then she’s surrounded and its too much.

Izuku assumes you’re gonna find him disgusting, but when he looks at your face - you’re smiling, heart-beating in your chest. His eyes blow wide when you take his hand between your legs. You’re wet and you’re letting him touch you and he’s trying his hardest not to show how much he’s shaking.

A little sigh of pleasure leaves your mouth when Izuku very carefully rubs your clit. It throbs under the pressure of big fingers - you hold his wrist and moan. He can hear the porn in the background but it doesn’t serve to distract him from you.

“You want me to go n’ get fucked by a bunch of strangers, ‘zuku?”

He shakes his head furiously.

“Then you just like watching depraved shit, huh?”

Unable to argue with you or with the the way his cock twitches and jumps in his jeans, he opts to whine. You can feel his it against your lower-back, the little wet-spot that presses to your thin tshirt. He’s too turned onto think properly - watching the way your body jerks and twitches.

The woman on screen is stuffed to the brim with cock - it’s all over exaggerated he knows, but he thinks that’s why he likes it. Maybe he just likes the idea of fucking someone that stuffed fulled of cum, how it leaks and pours onto every surface and the way her cunt just seems to take it. And Izuku is such a good, well behaved boy - it’s never crossed his mind to think about doing it to you.

And no, he doesn’t really want to see you get fucked by so many men but if there were more than one of him he’d be more than inclined to let you. His chest feels tight forgetting to breath.

He thinks maybe you’re some kind of witch because you always seem to know what he wants before he does. The right way to push all of his buttons.

“Oh, I see’ ― and he’s afraid of whatever words come out of your mouth next ― “you wanna fuck me full of your cum, Izuku? Wanna know how it feels raw?”

He moans - loud and shameless and needy against your ear. A breathless laugh leaves your mouth because that’s exactly what he wants. He wants to fuck you full of cum, just picturing how good it might feel.

You sit up on your knees and bend over a little - pulling short-shorts beneath the curve of your ass and thickest parts of your thigh. Your panties are drenched, clinging to your folds. He inhales sharply, frozen till as you lean forward - pulling them to one side.

“Take your cock out ‘n fuck me then, baby” ― you challenge, dark and dangerous. Everything about you is so sinful and too tempting for him to ignore. His cock aches ― “Do your best”

His body moves before he has a proper chance to feel shame. Whatever devils been whispering in his ear (read: you) has won whatever leftover dignity he has left. Without a proper word, his cock stands to attention. His hands are fidgety but they mange to settle on your waist. He guides you down on his dick, bottom lipped pulled between his teeth hard enough to draw blood.

“Oh, fuck”

He’s going to cum right away if he doesn’t take a breather. This is the first time he’s feeling you, and it feels so much better than he could understand. The lingering thoughts of the dangerous act silence by how tight and how wet and how willing your pussy is for him. The way your walls twitch - ache shamelessly around his cock. He’s fucking sliding in and out of you - it feels like a special privilege he’s done nothing to earn.

He’s shivering, over and over. When he looks down, he’s not all the way in. He’s not sure if he’s praying to god for the right reason - for forgiveness. All he can think about is how good it feels to be inside and how he absolutely doesn’t want to do anything else.

“How’s it feel, Izuku?”

He groans at the sound of your voice, the way you clench down on him and stretch so tightly around his shaft. He’s too wrapped up in the feeling of your cunt - like heaven and silk.

“F-feels so, so good”

Part of you thinks you should ride him, but another part of you is more interested in seeing how he fucks you. You snap the laptop closed and push it to the other side of the bed, before flipping around and laying on your back. His cock slips out and he snaps into reality - the way you have your legs in the air and your arms out.

“I’ll let you fuck me as many times as you want today,” ― your legs reach and wrap around his waist, easily forcing his cock back inside ― “go on,”

Izuku is a mess, really. His pants are only half-way pulled down and he’s wearing a nerdy graphic t-shirt. He’s borderline in hysterics over how good your pussy feels and can’t do anything other than thank you repeatedly and fuck you with an animalistic need. It’s clumsy like you’d expect, but he makes up for it with sheer enthusiasm.

His cock is long and pretty - hits every spot you need it too. Izuku fucks you with shallow, sloppy thrusts - so needy and chasing his orgasm. Selfish and inexperienced. Every time he pushes forward, you can feel he’s throbbing. Aching to cum inside and unload.

You reach a hand between the two of you to finish on your own time - planning on cumming before him. He doesn’t seem to care.

“Ngh, ohh my god, feel’s’good”

“Yeah? Gonna cum inside me, handsome? Makin’ such a pretty face for me”

His stomach churns at the way you call him pretty. It sounds so sweet and adoring - but he knows that you’re a bully. He knows that about but fucks you with all his strength anyways - overly frustrated and fucked out of his mind by the feeling. Like a drug. He likes you so much he feels stupid over it.

“Yeah, yeah ‘m gonna”

Your own orgasm washes over you in a pleasant wave, squeezing his cock with force. He gasp and goes faster - all the thoughts washed away from his head. He needs to finish more than he needs anything. More than he needs to sleep for his 6am work-out and 8am class. More than he needs to be quiet because the walls of his dorm are paper thin. More than he needs to exercise self-control, he needs to cum so fuckin bad.

“Look at me,”

He follows your command, like always - and you look amused and fucked out just like he is. And Izuku has really never been this into anyone before so seeing you evokes feelings he can’t understand.

“Oh, fuuck“

Briefly he understands that he really just came by looking at you, but nothing really makes sense to him. His eyes are heavy and he’s drooling onto your shoulder, spasming and clinging to your body with the most needy little whimpers. It’s so lewd, how he can feel his cum spurt out and coat your insides and his cock. It’s all so sinful but it feels so good, he can’t bring himself to care.

“So,” ― you smile, full of mischief ― “if you want to be like that, we’ve got a few rounds to go”

Izuku splutters at your comment and you laugh. He knows you’re not joking and he whines. You really are a bad influence on him. But with the way his cock is twitching to life again..

He might not be any better.

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#deku x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #deku x y/n #deku x you #gonna post first w/o tags then add them in #knk ;; [ unprotected ]#sub!bnha #sub!izuku #knk ;; [ corruption ]

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chippedaxe · 4 years ago

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Shower Sex Hc's

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Title: Shower Sex Hc's

Warnings: NSFW (Minors DNI), shower sex, coarse language, degrading names may be used, hair pulling, stomach bulge, orgasm denial etc.. (unedited btw)

Pronouns: They/Them non specified genitalia

Synopsis: Headcanons of how sex in the shower with these Mcyt's would go!

Word count: 2.2k

Note: No one requested this but it was an idea that needed to be written! This might be a very long post..

* I'm also still writing everyone's request, pls just be patient <3

If there’s any warnings that I’ve missed/ tags I need to fix/ anything in the fic that needs fixing then pls let me know !!

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c! Dream

- You were standing with your front facing the water, your eyes were closed and your face was buried in water. You were just trying to wash all the dirt off your skin when you suddenly got spooked, a large hand came up and caressed your side which made you jump a little "Huh??" you turned around and saw your hunky boyfriend there "Sorry, did I scare you?" He laughed at your shocked reaction.

"What're you doing in here?? I'm showering!" you exclaimed "So am I! What a coincidence!" He kissed your cheek and rubbed circles into your hips "Dream.. I'm trying to be clean!" you pushed him off you and he faked being hurt "Ouch.. You really hurt my feelings, what did I do to deserve this?" he gasped dramatically "Oh you shut up, you big baby!" you laugh at his silly antics.

Dream offers to wash your back for you and you reluctantly agree "No weird stuff?" you seem suspicious of his behavior "Weird stuff? From me? Never!" he scoffed at you, you already knew that you had made a mistake when he had said that. He squirted some liquid soap into his hand and began to run his hands over your back, it feels like a nice massage until he starts to get even lower.. His hands move down so they're now groping at your butt "Dream, that's a bit low" you growl at him.

"You've got me there, dear!" he chuckles as he continues to gently massage your ass "Are you seriously this horny? You can't even wait for me to clean up before touching me?" You furrowed your eyebrows "I'm horny for you, baby" Dream kissed you and wrapped his arms around your torso. You kissed him back and then moved your hands to feel up his chest, one hand slowly making its way down toward his stomach "You're so good to me, dear, couldn't have anyone better than you.." Dream huffed into your ear.

You took his cock in your hand and you pumped it a few times just so it'd get hard and then you slowly pushed it inside of you, you gasped as it stretched you out and made your legs shake "Oh fuck!" Dream groaned "H- hold me!" you dug your nails into his back as he started to thrust into you. You were already so close to cumming with how he was just railing into you "C- cumming!" you squealed "Already? Fuck! Me too!" Dream bit down on the back of his hand and started fucking you faster "Ah!" you came on his cock.

c! Sapnap

- You walked into the bathroom and saw the outline of Sapnap's figure through the curtain, you bit your lip and began to undress hastily. You dropped your pants to the ground and carefully snuck into the shower behind Sapnap, he didn't even notice until your hands snaked up to caress his chest "Ah.. Baby.." he softly moans as you rub his chest "Mind if I shower with you?" you smile.

“Just showering?" Sapnap smirked "Maybe not just showering" you blushed as you imagined what was going to come, "come here and I'll wash your body for you" Sapnap kissed your forehead. You moved towards him and passed the soap, Sapnap lathered his hands in soap before running his rough hands over your skin.

You let out a hitched moan when his hands brushed over your nipples, he let one of his hands travel down your stomach and to your nether regions "You're already wet? But baby, you didn't go under the water" Sapnap laughed "Don't tease me or I'll dry off and go take care of this myself" you hissed "You're right, sorry baby" he continued his actions and moved his hand to slowly finger you. You whined softly as his fingers thrusted in and out of you gently, your hips bucked against him and you started to grind yourself against his hand but he then pulled out without warning.

You whimpered and cried "Sap!" you pouted, he bent you over slightly and then lined himself up with your hole. You bit your lip in pleasure when he finally pushed in, he grunted as you clenched around his cock "Shit.. Baby, you feel so good!" Sapnap threw his head back and drilled into your sweet hole. You held onto the wall so that you didn't slip in the shower, you moved your hips against his, your free hand flew to cover your mouth.

His cock was absolutely wrecking you and you didn't wanna have to explain your screams of pleasure to the neighbors, Sapnap leaned forward and bit down lightly into your shoulder. You gasped and came with that action, Sapnap came not too long after. "Let's actually get clean now, aye?" Sapnap teased but then quickly had to catch you as your wobbly legs gave way.

c! George

- You offered to shower with George and he hesitated at first "What? Why would we shower together for? We have two bathrooms" George was confused "I could wash your back, maybe wash a little more.." you suggested "Like what?" George still didn't get the idea so you decided to just join him the next time he was showering. You threw your shirt over your head and wiggled off your pants, you then pulled back the curtain to reveal a scared and embarrassed George.

"H- Hey! This showers taken!!" George blushed and turned away "I know, I wanted to shower with you, is that okay?" you give him a hug and your naked bodies press together for just a moment "I- I guess!" George pries you off him and tries to hide away in the corner "George baby, don't you want me to wash you?" you pursed your lips together "I can do that myself!" George exclaimed "I could do it for you though.. I promise I'll be extra gentle" you smile up at him.

George groans and lets you do what you wish, you squeal and cover your hands in soap. You rub his arms first, you bite your lip as you subtly squeeze at his muscly forearm, you then start to caress and wash his torso and chest "George, you're so pretty" you coo as you rinse off the soap. You turn George around and then you start to get on your knees "What're you doing?" George asked you, you moved your hair out of the way and looked up at him "What does it look like? Cleaning you, dummy!" you smiled.

"H-hey no! I know you're doing something lewd!" George cried out as you gave the tip of his cock a little kiss, he grew hard right away and you grinned "You can tell me now if you want me to stop.." you tease him "N- no" George begins to speak "Aw, I've been forcing you into this.." you tease further and begin to stand up to leave but George unexpectedly pushes you down "Suck it" he growls, your eyes go wide at his sudden dominance.

You listen to him immediately, your lips parting and letting his cock push into your mouth. You suck on him gently and you let your tongue swirl around the tip "Fuck, that's real good.." George's hand travels to your hair and he carefully starts to guide your mouth, he wants to fuck your face so bad but he'll hold out on doing that. "Gonna cum.. Gonna shoot my seed down your throat, baby" George grunted and came into your mouth.

You swallowed his cum and pulled off his penis, you looked up at him and wiped your mouth "You think you can get away with teasing me? Get your ass over here and try not to slip" he stared you down.

c! Karl

- Karl wasn’t taking a shower and he was starting to really smell worry you a lot, you came up from behind and hugged him but pulled away when you smelt his odd scent “baby? Why’d you pull away?” He turned around “I wanted to ask if you’d like to shower with me!” You came up with an idea to get him to finally bathe.

“Shower with you? I’m not sure about that, our shower can be a bit cramped” Karl thought to himself “then I guess we’re gonna have to stand pretty close..” you hinted to him, his face blushed a bright red when he figured out what you meant “alright! W- we can do that!” Karl’s voice cracked as he agreed.

You met him in the bathroom, he was already in the shower and waiting for you. You pulled off your outfit of the day and then jumped in behind him, your hands both quickly reacting and covering both his mouth and his cock. He started to moan and whine as your hand pumped his cock “hmmmhn!” His voice was muffled by your hand.

“Baby, gonna cum?” You tease as your hand strokes him a little faster. He nods his head and humps your hand a little bit as he gets closer and closer, you then pull away just as he’s about to cum. “H-Huh??” He’s all whiny and pouting when you move your hands “only clean boys are allowed to cum, clean yourself smelly” you tease him.

c! Punz

- He asked you if you wanted to come shower with him, you had already known the sexual consequences of accepting his offer and you had accepted. Punz had bad intentions with you, he walked into the bathroom and started to strip himself immediately whilst you stood there and watched him "Aren't you gonna undress?" he glanced towards you "oh uh.. Yeah!" you gulped and took your clothes off.

- You got into the shower with him and he started to rinse himself off under the water "Aren't you gonna come here and get wet?" his words even sounded lewd, you shyly made your way over and got under the water. The water ran down your bodies "The water isn't on you properly, get closer like this" he pulls you in so now you two are basically entwined. Your crotch is brushing up against his and you're questioning how he isn't hard yet, you start to slowly grind up on him and you hope that he doesn't notice.

"Look at you being a whore, trying to get off when I was just trying to have a nice shower with you?" He teased, his hand reaching down to toy with your little hole. You whined against his slightly touches "ah.. Please fuck me.." you pawed at his body and he stood there nonchalantly. "You think you deserve it? I was just trying to shower and you started touching me" Punz teased you and crossed his arms.

You nodded desperately “fine, but you have to clean me up!” Punz pretends as if this wasn’t what he had planned, his cock was already hard from the moment he entered the bathroom. You bent over and allowed him to thrust his huge dick inside of you, you gasped and moaned out in pleasure as he was already going rough.

Punz dug his hands into your hip as his balls slapped your ass, his thrusting was making your legs hurt and your stomach bulge. You held onto your tummy and covered your mouth as you felt yourself already about to cum, you warned Punz by tapping the wall “g-hnnn..” your legs shook and you almost fell over when you had came.

c! Eret

- Eret joined you in the shower, her hands washing your hair carefully which made you go into a more blissful mood. You crooked your head back as she gently tugged, you moaned softly when he pulled on your hair by accident "sorry!" you shut your mouth and hoped he wouldn't tease you over that. "Did I hurt you??" Eret asked with a bit of a teasing undertone "N- no, that didn't hurt-" you began to say "Oh, so it felt good?" Eret smirked, you lowered your head and didn't answer.

Eret pulled on your hair again which made you let out a high pitched squeal "Ah!" it sounded almost pornographic, Eret chuckled lightly "I was just trying to wash your hair and here you are making my cock all hard" they showed off their hardened penis. You gulped nervously as you took in his length "shit" you thought to yourself "I'm sorry, please be gentle with me!" you pleaded "You say that as if I'm not normally gentle with you" Eret laughs.

Eret's hands squeeze your hips for a moment before lifting one of your legs up, she then slid their penis inside of your hole "Ah! Fuck!" you howled in pleasure "Does it feel good, baby?" Eret thrusted harshly inside of you. You nod your head as you're trying to keep your noises down "Why don't you speak up?" Eret teased as he started to thrust harder "Ah! F- Fuck! Eret! Eret! Eret!" you put your hands on the wall so that you wouldn't slip, you bit down on your lip as you found it harder to stay quiet.

"FUCK! I'm CUMMING!" you couldn't conceal your screams of pleasure as you came all over their cock, your hole clenched around him and she ended up coming just after you.

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luveline · 3 years ago

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in the morning, afternoon and night [Fred Weasley x Reader]

tags: reader-insert, hurt/comfort, self esteem issues, low self esteem, reader has acne, sad reader, insecure reader

pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

word count: 1.8k

You glared at your reflection.

You'd think with such amazing magical medicine available, some witch or wizard would've invented a cure for acne, or at least a spell that covered it up.

You'd struggled with it since your third year. The muggle doctor you'd seen with your mother had suggested it was hormonal, and would calm down as you got older.

That was years ago.

It shouldn't have been a big deal. It wasn't, really. It wasn't usually very painful, though it was itchy as a stinging nettle and twice as unsightly. A large part of you knew it wasn't your fault, that acne was something that simply affected people at different times in their lives. You'd tried topicals and changing your diet, you'd tried losing weight and exercising and dermaplaning and everything they suggested in your mams fashion magazines.

Nothing worked.

Tears welled in your eyes and you sniffed them back, blinking rapidly.

It might've been silly, but it honestly made you want to hide away. You'd skipped dinner without really thinking, finding your way into the girls bathroom you inhabited now. You straightened your tie and robes, dusting down the sides. You leaned forward again, dabbing under your eyes with your sleeve.

The last thing you wanted was for anyone to know you'd been crying, because then someone might ask why. You didn't want to talk about it, ever.

If Fred saw you like this...

You and Fred Weasley had been almost dating for a few weeks now. Almost, because you hadn't talked about the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing yet.

It had been years of thinking he was the fittest boy in Gryffindor (besides George) and months of meeting his gaze in the corridors and catching his eye over dinner. Gradually it had become something more; he started carrying your books between classes and opening doors, touching your arms and your hair and your face.

You cringed at the memory. He had been so caring, moving to wipe an eyelash from the skin under your eye. You'd violently flinched from his hand, afraid he might feel the bumpy texture of your skin, feel the acne beneath your makeup. He'd been apologetic and a little confused, filling you with guilt. You hadn't been able to find a way to tell him it wasn't him, it was you. Of course you wanted him to touch you, the thought of him cradling your face had been the subject of many dizzy daydreams, but you just couldn't tell him this one thing.

It was your deepest insecurity.

The stress had only made it worse. Redness was easy to cover with muggle make up and even some wizarding tricks you'd learned over the years, but there wasn't a way to smooth your skin, and the acne was textured.

It was depressing. You didn't want to use that word, it felt ungrateful to compare your skin issues to something so severe, but it made you miserable.

You but down on your quivering lip, pushing away from the mirror unhappily and opening the bathroom door, a frown on your face.

"Y/N!" a familiar voice said.

You jumped, startled but unsurprised. Fred had a talent of always knowing where you were. You'd find it creepy if he wasn't so endearing.

"Fred," you said, plastering a smile over your frown. "I was just coming to find you."

"What a coincidence, ma chérie, I was doing the same."

"Well," you began, easily sidling into his space, "you found me."

"Yes, I did," Fred hummed, wrapping his arms behind your neck, grinning.

He took a long look at your face, his forehead creased. "What's wrong?"

"Nothings wrong, Fred."

He moved his hands to your shoulders, looking down into your face searchingly. "Have you been crying?" he asked.

You shook your head, lying without thinking. "Something in my eye,"

"Both of them?"

You stepped backwards. He let go of your shoulders accordingly.

"Y/N?"

"It's really nothing," you said through a forced laugh.

He frowned at you for a few seconds more and his face cleared. "Alright," he said slowly, rolling the words in his mouth, "if you say so, doll."

You opened like a blooming flower at the pet name, your whole face softening. You smiled, hoping he understood that the smile meant, oh I just so adore you, Fred Weasley.

He threaded his fingers through yours, dragging you down the corridor beside him and waxing poetic about their newest lot of Peruvian darkness powder as you went.

It got so bad you couldn't go to class.

Okay, so you definitely could've gone to class, but the thought of leaving your curtained bed was enough to make you sick with anxiety, so worried that everyone would see you - see your face.

NEWTs were coming fast and hard. Everyone who wanted to be anyone was working hard studying their asses of, on top of Professor Umbridge's million new rules you had to abide by, including her newest life-ruining rule: Boys and girl are not to be within 5 inches of each other.

What a joke. You struggled through classes, wrote essays so long your hand burned at night and now you weren't allowed to sit next to your almost boyfriend at lunch? It was miserable. It was making you miserable, and now you may as well have sharpied on your forehead how equipped your body was to deal with it.

Fucking badly.

You groaned to yourself, rolling on your side to face the wall. You were at your wits end. It felt endlessly unfair that the thing that was stressing you out most was getting worse from stress.

Your stomach growled hungrily.

You threw your arm over your eyes in defeat, eyes finally filling with tears. You felt so hopeless. There was nothing to be done except keep up your routine until the flare up was over, or until your mothers next 'miracle cure' popped into existence.

The tears felt too hot against your sore skin. You couldn't help but sob quietly to yourself in self-pity.

A knock sounded at the door. You gasped, wiping the tears away in panic.

"Y/N?" It was Alicia. "Are you alright? Can I come in?"

"Yes," you managed. "Yes, of course. It's your room too, after all."

The door clicked open. Alicia appeared, tanned skin completely clear and glowing, though each perfect feature was marred with empathy. "Fred's been begging every girl in the common room to come fetch you, but I told him to leave you be."

"Thank you," you said.

You cleared your throat. Alicia moved her weight from foot to foot, twisting her hands.

"I- Y/N. I won't pretend to know how it feels, but I promise you, Fred won't care. He's beside himself worrying that you're bedridden and dying or-" she laughed to herself, "or that you're still mad at him for the itching powder. What I mean is... he's a good guy, and you're upset. Maybe you should tell him what's wrong. He won't care."

You sniffed. "I know," you admitted, feeling the weight of her shifting the bed. "I know he's a great guy. I just wouldn't blame him if he, if he didn't like me anymore. If he found it ugly. I would understand it, and I think that makes it worse," you choked on your words, heat building behind your eyes.

"Oh, Y/N," Alicia said, placing a tentative but comforting hand on your shoulder.

You lay in quiet, listening to your own ragged breathing.

"I'll go talk to him," Alicia said.

"No! I mean, no. Thank you, but no. I... I'll speak to him myself."

Alicia nodded, rubbing your arm kindly.

The sound of the door clicking shut behind her finally spurred you into sitting up. You dressed in a hurry, chucking a wool jumper over last nights pyjamas.

He wouldn't care, would he? You cringed. Yes, he definitely would. Whatever was between you would stop. He'd have the grace to let you down slowly, drawing away his affections. He was a polite guy, he'd probably even say the whole spiel of "it's not you, it's me". But he would, eventually.

Well, you figured. Let it be quick. Like ripping off a bandaid.

You tread lightly down the steps, hoping to see him before he saw you.

Of course, when the slightest groan on the bottom step sounded, his lovely face whipped to meet yours. He smiled in relief, but it was mixed with something else. Disgust, your brain supplied nastily. He was disgusted. He rose to his feet, smiling smiling smiling. But something in his eyes was different, now.

"Y/N," he said.

"Hi," you said.

"Hi yourself, beautiful. Where've you been all day?"

"I'm... sick. Bad cold," you settled on.

He raised an eyebrow. "You sound okay," he said, not unkindly.

"I..." you looked down at your hands.

A siren was sounding in your head. You didn't think Fred had seen you without make up for the last 3 years. Fight or flight was leaning heavily towards flight.

"Well, are you hungry?"

You shook your head.

"Are you sure? You haven't eaten all day. You need something in your system if you're gonna fight this cold."

"I'm not actually sick, Fred," you admitted under your breath.

"I know."

You looked up. He was still smiling kindly. It was infuriating.

"Look," you said finally, rushed and all at once, "if you don't want to- if you're grossed out. Then it's fine, I'll understand if you don't want to see me anymore."

Fred was stricken.

"I know it's - ugly."

"Ugly? Nothing about you is ugly."

"Fred, my face-"

"No, listen to me, Y/N. It's not ugly. It's not gross. You're not any of those things, are you kidding?" he said, grabbing your hands. "You're beautiful. All the time, in the morning, afternoon and night. You're beautiful in charms and transfiguration and care of magical creatures. You were beautiful yesterday and you're beautiful today and you'll be even more so tomorrow." He stopped suddenly, looking down at your joined hands. His cheeks had turned bright red.

"Smooth, Freddie," came George's voice, from the sofa behind them.

"Shove OFF," exclaimed Fred, growing more red by the second. Heat filled your own cheeks.

"It's skin, Y/N. That's all it is."

"Okay," you said tightly, trying not to cry.

Fred breathed out, his hair shifting in response. His corded arms pulled you tight to his chest. You breathed him in. He smelled sweet and rough, like burning caramel.

He thought you were beautiful.

You smiled into his shirt.

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foreverindreamlandd · 3 years ago

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To Be Wanted - Part 4: A Dicey Situation

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Plus Size!Reader

Summary: All your life you have wanted to be loved by someone. But when you don’t look like most “beautiful” women, you learn to stop wanting. You’d never expect someone like the amazing, kind, beautiful Bucky Barnes would desire someone like you.

WC: 6.9k

A/N: The one where I get Bucky to play D&D and there’s some fluff at the end. This was both the hardest and most fun part to write so far. I hope you enjoy. :)

Series Masterlist / Series Playlist

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Text Message: Eli and Y/n

E: Y/n, please

I need to talk to you.

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Text Message: Bucky and Y/n

B: Hey it’s Bucky. Just wanted to make sure you had my number.

*Y/n liked a message*

Y/n: Thanks! :)

B: Np. See you Sunday. :)

Y/n: Yes! Also, idk if you’re free later today but I’ll be at BAM around 5:30 if you want me to throw more books your way

Sorry, more letters lol. BAM = Books Are Magic!

If not no worries! Just figured I’d offer

Also happy to just throw some at you on Sunday

B: How about I stop by today and you hand me the books. I’m sure they don’t appreciate being thrown.

*Y/n laughed at Bucky’s message*

Y/n: See, I used to think the same thing, but after befriending a few of them I’ve discovered that they actually prefer being thrown

They find it ~thrilling~

;)

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Bucky is too busy smiling at his phone to react in time when Sam swipes it from his hands.

“What the fuck dude!” Bucky jumps up to try and grab it back. Sam on the other hand is grinning like a school boy moving his arms around to avoid Bucky.

“Listen man,” Sam says, “I gotta find out what is causing you to have that shit-eating grin on your face. Now, tell me,” he glances down at the screen, “Who is Y/n?”

Bucky continues his attempts at retrieving his phone without any luck. “None of your damn business, Sam.”

“Oh yeah? So then you won’t mind if I tag along with you to,” Sam looks back at the messages, “Books Are Magic at 5:30?”

Bucky lunges at Sam and tackles him to the ground, pinning him down at the chest with his metal arm. He uses his right arm to finally grab his phone and jumps up, putting about ten feet from him and Sam to prevent another opportunity at a phone robbery. Sam lays there for a few seconds, chuckling to himself.

“Man, come on,” Sam says as he finally pulls himself up into a standing position. “I’ve been on your ass for weeks to get out there and start dating. Please give me something!”

“It’s nothing, Sam,” Bucky grumbles to himself, gripping his phone with his vibranium hand. “I met Y/n the other day and she has some books to recommend for me. She’s just a friend.” I think.

“Sure, Buck. So talking about books needs to happen today and Sunday?” Sam gives Bucky a mischievous smile.

Buck groans, looking up at the ceiling. “I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“I’d love to punch you in the face right now.”

“Hey man, no need to be so touchy. I’m happy for you! I haven’t seen you smile like that in a while. It’s a nice change of pace from your usual scowl.”

At that, Bucky scowls, and Sam laughs. “See,” Sam says, “That is what I’m talking about! No more of that. Go spend some time with this mysterious Y/n and just let me meet her at some point. I gotta let her know that she’s making a huge mistake before it’s too late.”

“Goodbye, Sam,” Bucky growls, grabbing his leather jacket and heading toward the door to leave his apartment.

Bucky lives on his own, but with all of the work him and Sam had been doing together this past year, they had become close friends, so Sam was almost always at Bucky’s place, even when Bucky wasn’t.

It all started a few months back when Bucky asked for Sam’s help to fix up his apartment. There was nothing wrong with it, it was just empty, unlived in. Sam would come by to help build furniture, fix the weird plumbing issues Bucky had never really cared about before, and properly stock up his kitchen with items other than Ramen and beer. He even helped Bucky set up a legitimate “office” area which was essentially a mini Avenger’s HQ that he could work from while at home. It wasn’t anything crazy, but he now had a three-monitor setup with software provided by Sharon that gave him access to any necessary intel or forms of communication when working on missions with Sam and Parker. Software that could also help him track down remaining members of Hydra.

Sometimes Sam would stick around after work was done to eat pizza, drink beer and watch whatever sports game was on or show Bucky a movie he had missed in the 70 years he was...well, not himself. Bucky would always groan about Sam being around all the time and not leaving him alone, but to be honest, he appreciated the company more than he let on. It was nice to have his home actually feel like a space that Bucky felt comfortable in, and not just a place where he would spend sleepless nights on the floor of his living room. There were still nights that he would sleep on the couch or on the floor, but Bucky was able to get himself to sleep through the night in his new bed a couple of times a week. Baby steps.

If he was feeling really generous, he would invite Parker over to join them. Just as long as he brought soda for himself.

He had also finally hung up the beautiful landscape painting of Wakanda that had been sitting in his closet. Another gift from Shuri. In the bottom corner of the painting sat a small cabin (Bucky’s former home) and a couple of goats. A reminder of time Bucky felt the most peace in his life ever. It gave him hope that he might someday feel that type of peace again.

Finally, after all the grumbling from Sam, Bucky eventually caved and let Sam have a spare key to his apartment. Just in case something ever happened and Sam needed access to something ASAP. Or if Bucky was sick of Sam’s shit and wanted to leave his apartment with Sam still in it, which was sometimes much easier than kicking Sam out.

Bucky pauses when he steps out onto the streets and looks down at his hands, which are currently glove-free, exposing his metal hand. He frowns, debating whether to go back inside and grab them before heading to the bookstore.

Well, Bucky thinks, she already knows who I am. Guess there’s no real use in hiding it.

He stares at the door to his building one last time, sighs, and heads down the street towards the bookstore. Towards you.

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“So, what was up with you and that handsome man who couldn’t keep his eyes off you the other day?” Stephanie asks, helping you set up chairs.

“Ah, Bucky,” you say, lips quirking up into a small smile. “I had just met him that day. He kind of….saved my life.” Stephanie stares at you questioningly. “Long story,” you say, “But yeah, I guess he liked Cerulean Sea. I mean, obviously, how could you not? So he’s stopping by in a few to grab another book.”

“Oh?” Stephanie asks, her eyebrows raising to the top of her head. “Just coming by to get some books? Has nothing to do with seeing you?”

“Steph, stop,” you groan. You grab your bag and start taking out your hoard of dice. “Everyone keeps making this a bigger deal than it really is. Bucky is just a new friend. It’s not like that.”

“Y/n, you must have been missing what I saw on Sunday. The way he was looking at you. The way he smiled when you smiled, frowned when you frowned. There was a tension between you that was so….magnetic. It has to be more than friendship.”

“Listen, Stephanie, I appreciate you saying that. But I don’t want to make it into something it’s not. It’s never going to go that way because it’s me and-”

“And what does that mean?” Stephanie stands straight, putting her hands to her hips.

You pause, closing your eyes for a moment and then look back at her. “Look, you saw him, right? He’s a freaking 15 on the beauty scale. At best, I’ve only been like a…6.”

Stephanie stares at you for a few seconds, a look of pain on her face. “Y/n….what-”

“And it’s just easier to focus on that and not let my brain come up with these crazy scenarios of it being something more. I mean, before I knew who he was and he knew who I was, I loved fantasizing about the idea of being with Bucky Bar-....someone like him. That he would want me. But this is real life. There’s no way he does. No one does. I’m tired of getting my hopes up just to be rejected again and again.” You can feel the sting of tears in your eyes, but you quickly shake your head in an attempt to hold them off.

Stephanie is about to say something, but then pauses and looks over your shoulder. You turn and see Bucky coming through the front door of the store, looking around the space in search of something.

You.

You turn back to Stephanie and her gaze meets yours. “We will talk about this later,” Stephanie says quietly. She walks toward you and pulls you in for a hug and holds you for a moment. After giving you one final squeeze, she walks up the stairs, out of the kids section and toward Bucky.

“Hey, Bucky,” she says, smiling. “Y/n is in the children’s section toward the back.”

Bucky gives her a small smile and heads over to the back of the store. His smile widens when his eyes find you standing by a table in the middle of the room with seven chairs around it. Your gaze meet his, and although you had just told Stephanie that you refused to allow yourself to dream, seeing that look on Bucky’s face when he looks at you makes it impossible for your heart not to flutter. You smile back.

“Hey, Buck,” you say, walking toward him. “I’m glad you made it.”

“Of course, doll,” Bucky says and you beam. He furrows his brows. “What?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” you say. Your face hurts from how wide your smile currently is.

So, he does call people ‘doll.’ I can’t wait to tell Raina and Abby.

Bucky chuckles. “Alright, then. Well, word on the street is that there are some books you’d like to hurl at me?”

“Throw them, Bucky,” you respond, laughing. “I’m not a monster.”

“Alright, alright that’s fair. Well, what do you got?”

You move to the table and pick up a small stack of books. When you get back to Bucky, you place the stack in his hands. Your hands touch momentarily and you almost startle at the feel of cold metal touching your right hand. You will yourself not to look down, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. Still, you can’t help but take a second to appreciate his vulnerability in allowing his left hand to be exposed in public.

“Obviously I don’t expect you to buy all of these now. I just wanted to give you some options. Look through them and see if any catch your eye and let me know if you have any questions about any of them.”

“Thanks, Y/n. I really appreciate you taking the time to do this.”

“Oh, literally anytime. If anything, I should be thanking you for letting me share some of my favorites.” You head back to the table to continue setting up. “Just don’t take too long, though. The store closes at 6.”

Bucky's eyes narrow as he watches you place maps, pencils, and figurines on the table, as well as a massive amount of colorful rock-looking things. “If the store is closing, why does it look like you’re planning on hanging out here for the rest of the night? And what is all that stuff?”

You give him a sly grin. “It’s D&D night, baby. Stephanie lets us take over this space after the store closes so we don’t disturb customers when it gets rowdy.”

Bucky gives you an intrigued look. “Rowdy?”

“Oh, you have no idea, Buck. There was one time a few years back when the kids adopted a horse who ended up single-handedly killing a white dragon when everyone else in the party was unconscious. Our hoops and hollers could be heard from blocks away.”

“How can a horse kill a dragon?”

“Dregbert was….the strongest creature I ever accidentally created.”

“...you named a horse Dregbert?”

“Listen, man, don’t judge. I’d like to see you try to come up with a bunch of cool fantasy names on the fly.”

Bucky chuckles. “Fair enough. Well, it does sound like an….interesting time.” It surprises him that he’s not being sarcastic when he says that.

“Definitely never boring. This game, these kids, they were my lifeline when The Blip happened.” You stare off, remembering the early days when it was just you and four kids who were just as confused and scared as you. “We met once a week here just to try to spend a few hours distracting ourselves from everything we had lost. Then, everyone returned, including siblings and friends of the kids in the group. They started joining the games to try to bring some sense of normalcy into their lives when everything became chaotic again. Obviously, things are much closer to ‘normal’ than they were before, but this has become such a special thing for all of us that we decided to keep playing. We can only meet once a month now instead of weekly, but I’ll take any opportunity I can to hang out with these kiddos.”

You feel tears pricking your eyes and sheepishly look back at Bucky. He looks at you somberly, reflecting on all that he lost during that time as well. First, the five years from being one of the victims of Thanos and the Infinity Stones. Then, right when he returned, he had lost his best friend. It took a long time for Bucky to recover from that. It wasn't until he and Sam teamed up to deal with John Walker and The Red Hand that he finally felt like he wasn’t an agent of destruction. That he could help others. That he could move on, and maybe even forgive himself.

“I think it’s amazing that you were able to do this for those kids, Y/n.”

Heat flares in your cheeks in slight discomfort from his praise. “Yeah, well, they saved me a lot more than I saved them.”

“I doubt that.”

You lock eyes for a moment and Bucky gives you a look of admiration that causes your stomach to fall to the floor. It’s almost too uncomfortable to look at, but it also feels impossible to look away. That ocean-blue gaze is hypnotic.

After a few seconds, Bucky breaks out of his daze and awkwardly looks down at the books you handed him. “I should, uh, look at these before I run out of time to pay for them.”

You give a soft smile. “Sure thing, Bucky. I’ll be here if you need anything.”

“Thanks, doll.”

With ten minutes left to spare, Bucky walks over to Stephanie at the register with two books. As she rings him out, she gives Bucky a serious look that leaves him slightly unsettled.

“You know, Bucky,” she says quietly, “Y/n is one amazing person.”

Bucky swallows. “I can see that, ma’am.”

“Good. Cause she has a lot of people who care for her and would be very upset if anyone hurt her in any way.”

Bucky's brows raise as he looks over at you in the back, then returns his focus to Stephanie with a serious expression that matches hers. “Believe me, Stephanie, I would never want to hurt Y/n. I just,” he pauses, trying to come up with the words to accurately describe how someone he just met already means so much to him without sounding like a crazy person. Because, in truth, he does care for you more than he feels comfortable letting on. He just isn’t quite ready to admit that. “I like spending time with her, and I’m grateful that she hasn’t gotten sick of me yet.”

Stephanie smirks, and hands Bucky’s bag of books to him. “Alright, Bucky,” she says, “I appreciate your honesty.” She pauses and looks over at you with a somewhat pained expression on her face that concerns Bucky. “Just make sure you treat her as the gem she is. Inside and out.”

Bucky nods. “Of course, ma’am.”

Stephanie smiles and nods back at him. Bucky heads back over to you, now sitting at the head of the table scribbling furiously on a piece of paper. You look up as he approaches, smiling.

“So,” you say, “What did ya get?”

Bucky places the bag on the table and pulls out the two books: “Six of Crows” by Leigh Bardugo and “Strange the Dreamer” by Laini Taylor.

“Yes I was hoping you would grab Crows! That’s one of my more recent favorites. I would quite literally die for Nina.”

Bucky raises a brow. “Good to know.”

You nod, then give him a slightly more serious look. “Just a heads up, there are some difficult parts. Those characters are very broken people who are trying to deal with serious shit. So be kind to yourself while reading and don’t push yourself too much to get through.”

“Y/n, what kind of recommendation is that?”

You laugh. “I know, I know. I’m sorry! I promise it’s an amazing book. And,” you pause, “I think it might help you with, you know, everything you’ve been through.”

Bucky stares at you for a moment, then sighs. “Alright,” he says, “I trust you.” He gives you a soft smile and you beam at him.

I trust you.

Suddenly, the front doors open and a short, stocky kid with glasses runs in.

“Adventureeeeeers!” he exclaims, “Assemble!” He runs down and slams into you, giving you a giant hug. You chuckle and hug him back.

“Hi, Jon,” you say. “I take it you’re excited for tonight?”

“Hell yeah, Y/n! My monk gets stunning strike now that we’re level 5. Your monsters are so screwed.”

“Oh, believe me bud, with the monsters I have cooked up for you guys, it’s you who will be screwed.”

“You’re on,” he says, and you laugh. Jon grabs a seat at the table, taking out a notebook and various pieces of paper. Just then, Bucky turns around and notices more kids walking in, talking and laughing with one another.

“Hey guys!” you exclaim. “Y’all ready to get your butts kicked?”

One of them, tall with blond hair in braids, rolls their eyes and laughs at you as they take the seat across from Jon. “In your dreams, Y/n.”

Another kid, short with long black hair and glasses, settles in next to the blond one. “Yeah, Y/n. We totally kicked your butt last time and fully plan on doing the same tonight.”

You give them a mischievous grin as the rest of the group sit down in their respective seats. “We shall see, my friends. We shall see.”

“Where is Caleb?” Jon asks.

“He’s running a little late, but we can do a quick recap from last session and see if anyone needs help with leveling up while we wait for him to get here.”

“Hey, Y/n?” the black-haired girl asks.

“Yeah, Miranda?”

Miranda looks at Bucky. “Who’s this guy?”

All of the kids whip their heads around and stare at Bucky, who responds by giving them an awkward smile and small wave with his right hand.

“Oh, that’s Bucky! He was stopping by to grab a few books before the store closed.”

“Is he going to play?” the other boy sitting next to Jon says.

You look at Bucky with a questioning look. “I mean...he is more than welcome to if he would like. But I’m sure he has other stuff he needs to get to.”

Bucky narrows his eyes at you and you grin, raising your eyebrows as if daring him to say yes.

And he accepts. As if he could ever in his life say no to you.

“Just as long as I don’t have to play a hobbit,” he says, and the look of surprise on your face is absolutely hilarious.

“Um, there are no hobbits in D&D,” one girl says, rolling her eyes at Bucky.

“He knows, Kayla,” you say, smiling over at Bucky. “It’s an….inside joke between the two of us.”

“You also can’t be a monk,” Jon says. “Only I can be a monk!”

“He can totally be a monk, Jon,” Miranda sticks her tongue out at him. “I bet he would be a better monk than you and actually hit things!”

“Hey, that’s not fair! Y/n gave me the cursed dice last game that never roll well. I was cheated!”

“Alright, alright, settle down everyone.” You look over at Bucky and wave him over to the table. “Julia and Miranda, can Bucky sit in between the two of you so you can help him with the rules?” The blond one with braids and Miranda shuffle their chairs apart as you go and grab an extra seat to put between the two of them. You gesture to Bucky for him to sit down and he does so, feeling slightly awkward about sitting at a table with a bunch of kids. But then he looks back up at you and sees the giant grin plastered to your face and immediately feels good about his decision to stay. He would honestly do anything to get you to smile like that.

“So Bucky, what kind of character do you want to be? I have a few character sheets on hand for events like this when we get an extra player. We got a warlock, cleric, fighter, monk…”

Jon groans when you say monk and Miranda glares at him.

Bucky looks over at Jon and then at you. “Uh, I guess I’ll be….a cleric?”

“Excellent choice! I love clerics,” you say, pulling out two sheets of paper with a bunch of random numbers on it. “Now, let’s get you some dice.” You dig through your bag of what Bucky thought were just colorful rocks and pull out seven dice with swirls of different shades of blue that shimmer in the light. They were the set that reminded you of Bucky’s eyes.

Bucky stares at the dice once you hand them to him. “What are these for?”

“These bad boys will decide how well you do tonight.”

Miranda looks over at Bucky. “You’re lucky,” she says. “That’s one of Y/n’s best sets. She usually uses them herself when she plays.”

Bucky smiles and locks eyes with you and you blush. “Okay, next thing,” you say, “What do you want your name to be?”

“Can’t it just be Bucky?”

“No way!” the boy next to Jon exclaims. “You can’t do your name, that’s totally lame.”

“Leo’s right,” Julia says. “You can choose any name, though. My character’s name is Brenda.”

Bucky raises his eyebrow at Julia. “Brenda?”

“What? It’s funny, and Brenda the Barbarian kicks ass.”

“Language, Julia,” you say warningly.

“Sorry, butts.” Everyone giggles and you roll your eyes.

“Okay,” Bucky says, taking a second to think of a name. He looks up at you and smiles. “How about Linus?”

You beam at him, realizing the reference to “The House in the Cerulean Sea.”

“Linus? Seriously?” Jon says.

You give Jon The Glare and he quickly cowers, looking down at his notes. “I think Linus is an excellent name.” You look back at Bucky and give him a quick wink. Bucky swears his heart stops for just a second.

“Hey guys!” A tiny redheaded kid runs up and into the remaining empty seat. “Sorry I’m late! I had a dentist appointment.” He quickly takes out all of his notes and supplies.

“No worries Caleb,” you say smiling. “Everything okay?”

Caleb winces. “I have to get braces next month.”

Jon points and laughs at him. “HAHA you’re gonna be a brace face! Loser!”

You whip your head over at Jon. “Jon! Cut it out or you get disadvantage on all rolls tonight.” Jon blushes and mutters an apology to Caleb. “Alright, everyone, let’s do a quick recap of our last session. Who wants to fill Bucky in on what happened?”

Kayla raises her hand and looks over at Bucky. “Well, we had just fought off a pack of Dire Wolves that were guarding the entrance to the Cave of Nightmares….”

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“How did Caleb’s hit not kill that thing?” Bucky exclaims, looking at you incredulously. “That fireball just dished out twice as much damage as I did last round!”

You shrug, fighting back a smile. “Listen, I told you this manticore is barely holding on by a thread. Caleb’s hit really messed it up.”

Everyone at the table is radiating stress. Kayla’s head is in her hands and Miranda is staring quietly at her character sheet. She took a few too many hits and is now, as Bucky understands it, unconscious and making death saving throws. She had only succeeded once and failed twice. One more fail and her character is dead dead.

So yeah, things are a bit tense. Bucky's shocked at how anxious he feels for everyone in this fight. He had managed to hit the manticore a few times, but this thing is hefty. It's been an hour since they started fighting it.

“I still can’t believe my stunning strike hasn’t worked on this thing,” Jon grumbles.

“I know, I’m sorry bud,” you say to him sympathetically. “I’ve just been really lucky with rolls.”

“I’m very glad we added another player tonight,” Leo says, looking at Bucky with a small smile. “We would have been totally screwed without you.”

Bucky smiles back. “Thanks, man. I’m still impressed by the whole you turning into a giant ape and beating the shi-” you glare at Bucky, “....crap out of that thing.” Bucky reaches over to give Leo a fist bump.

“Alright guys, next up is Linus. Bucky, what would you like to do?”

Bucky looks at the map to take inventory of where everyone is placed. Then he looks to Julia and Miranda for guidance.

“What are my options? Y/n said it was hurt, so I should hit it, right?”

Julia glances over Bucky’s list of spells, nodding. “Usually when she says that it means that it has less than 10 hit points, so one or two hits should do the trick.”

Miranda says nothing, too stressed about the fate of her rogue, Sage.

Bucky frowns. “But if I don’t hit it, then it’s Miranda’s turn and she has to make another death save?”

Julia nods. “And if she fails….”

Miranda winces.

Bucky stares at the spell list. Why is he so stressed out right now? He barely knows these kids and none of this is even real. Still, he feels like if Miranda’s character dies and it was partially his fault he'll never forgive himself.

“Wait,” Bucky says excitedly, “I have a spell called Cure Wounds. Will that help heal Miranda?”

Miranda looks up at Bucky as you smile. “Yeah, Buck,” you say, “If you cast that spell, Sage will be brought back to consciousness and won’t have to make any more death saves.”

“Oh, hell yeah,” Bucky says. “I cast Cure Wounds on Sage.”

“Alright, roll to see how many hit points she gets.”

Bucky looks at his set of dice, unsure of which one to use until Julia picks up the diamond-looking die and hands it to him.

Bucky rolls. “That’s….six points of healing.”

You grin and look over to Miranda. “Alright, Sage is back up with six hp. Mark that down, bud.”

Miranda lets out the loudest sigh Bucky has ever heard come out of such a small body as she writes on her character sheet. She looks up at Bucky and mouths thank you to him, and Bucky’s heart swells. He smiles and nods at her.

“Sage, it’s your turn. What would you like to do?”

Miranda sits up in her seat with a renewed sense of energy and a look of ferocity that leaves Bucky feeling unsettled. “I’m gonna shoot that piece of crap with my crossbow.”

“Go for it. Roll to hit.”

She picks up her d20, closes her eyes and sighs. Everyone in the room is silent as she opens her eyes and rolls. The die jumps around a bit and lands with the number 20 facing up.

The room erupts.

“NATURAL TWENTY!!!!” Jon shouts, jumping out of his chair in excitement. Kayla lifts her hands in the air and Julia high fives Bucky. Bucky is shocked at the amount of adrenaline rushing through his body right now. He feels elated.

The smile on your face is the biggest Bucky had ever seen. You shake your head in amazement and look back to Miranda.

“Alright, Sage, roll damage.”

Miranda pulls out all of her dice and rolls. She takes a moment to add all the numbers up and anxiously looks up at you. “Twenty-five points?”

You look down at your notes for a second, letting the anticipation slowly drive everyone insane. Finally, you glance back up at Miranda with a smile.

“How do you want to do this?”

And then, Bucky understands why you wait until the store is closed to start playing.

Because even though he had thought the shouts of victory were loud just a moment ago, they have nothing on the cries of the whole group as they realize that they had finally taken down the manticore.

What catches Bucky off guard the most is that he's shouting louder than everyone else.

Miranda looks as if she's on the verge of tears from relief and excitement. Then, she collects herself and mimes holding a crossbow. “Right through the eye,” she says.

You smile and wink at her, then describe the scene where Sage slays the manticore with an arrow through the eye. You even act out the cries of the beast as it falls to its death. Bucky laughs, not in a condescending way, but in excitement.

The kids stand up and high-five one another, including Bucky, yelling over each other about all of the cool moments of the fight.

You look at your phone to check the time. “Alright pals, it’s 8:30. We gotta wrap it up before your folks kill me.” Everyone groans, wishing they could play longer. Bucky also finds himself bummed that the game is over. They all start to pack up, still talking about tonight’s game.

“Yo, Bucky,” Jon says as he heads to the exit, “You did great tonight for a newbie.”

Bucky chuckles. “Thanks, Jon. I thought you kicked butt, too. You sure know how to punch the crap out of things.”

Jon beams. “You know it,” he says. “You joining us next time?”

Everyone looks at Bucky expectantly. His gaze meets yours as you smile, eyebrows raised questioningly.

“You know,” Bucky says, “I just might.”

The kids cheer at that and give him a high-five, then run over to give you a hug goodbye. Miranda hangs back, though, and looks up at Bucky.

“Thanks for saving my character, Bucky,” she says quietly. “You didn’t have to do that.”

Bucky’s heart swells once again and he smiles down at her. “No problem, kid. It’s a good thing I did so you could take that thing down.”

Miranda beams, and gives Bucky a quick hug around his waist before running to catch up with the rest of the group. This time, Bucky is sure his heart has actually melted. So has yours.

“You did good tonight, Buck,” you say as you start cleaning up the table. “Leo was right, if you weren’t here to help do extra damage to that thing, they would have been screwed.”

Bucky smiles, and walks over to help you pack everything up. “Is it normal to feel such a...rush? Like, none of that was real but I feel like I just ran a marathon.”

You grin. “That’s how it goes. You get so into the game that it all starts to feel real. There’s nothing like the high of taking down a monster like this. It’s….the best.”

“It really is. I can see why you’re such a nerd about it.” He winks at you.

You scoff, and move over to shove him. “Watch it, Bucky, or I’ll kill off Linus next time.”

Bucky feigns a look of horror and puts a hand to his chest. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Keep calling me a nerd and find out.”

The two of you laugh and continue putting everything away, recalling the highlights of tonight’s game.

Your phone buzzes, and Bucky catches the name Eli pop up on the screen. He can’t help but notice the way you frown and flip your phone over, but he decides not to say anything.

Once everything is packed up and the table and chairs are put away, the two of you head to the exit of the bookstore, shut the lights off and head outside, locking the doors behind you.

“Thanks for staying to help clean,” you say, smiling up at Bucky. “That usually takes me way longer to do.”

“No problem,” he says. The two of you stand there for a few seconds in awkward silence. “So...can I walk you home?”

“Oh, you don’t have to! I’ve done this walk a million times so you don’t have to feel obligated-”

“I want to,” Bucky says, eyes meeting yours. “I’m...I’m not ready to say goodnight.”

Your eyes widen, and you give a small nod. “Well, then, yes. That would be nice.”

The two of you turn and head down the street towards your apartment.

“So,” you say, “I noticed you didn’t wear your gloves tonight..”

Bucky almost stops short and looks down at his metal hand. There was only one moment at the beginning of the game when Jon asked what was up with it, but Bucky was surprised to realize that he didn’t feel as awkward about the question as he normally would. You, on the other hand, looked at Jon in horror and almost hit him across the head.

Bucky was honest enough, and told Jon that he had lost his arm in the war (not mentioning which war, specifically) and they replaced it with a metal one. Instead of finding fear or disgust in everyone’s eyes, Bucky felt like the kids looked at him like he was some sort of superhero instead.

You had quickly made an effort to change the subject and get the focus back to the game, and after that no one seemed to pay any attention to the hand. Neither did Bucky.

“Yeah,” Bucky says softly, “I guess I’m finally learning to be more comfortable having it out in the open.”

You smile. “That’s amazing, Buck. I’m proud of you.” You stare at the ground. “It can be hard to let yourself be so open and exposed like that,” you mutter, more to yourself than to him.

“You speak as if you have experience with that feeling, doll.”

“Well,” your mind flashes to the moments you had shown your body to some of the men in your life. The ones you thought you could trust. How vulnerable and scared you were to let them see you so exposed. All of the awkward curves, bumps, shapes that didn’t make sense. All of those moments that you thought you could feel comfortable, only to be proven that you shouldn’t. “I don’t have a cool arm made of metal,” you say, trying to joke through the pain and shame you were secretly feeling, “But there are parts of me I have learned are best kept hidden from others.” Bucky frowns and feels a small bubble of rage form in his chest. This time, he does stop and gently grabs hold of your arm to look at you. It’s hard to see his face clearly under the dim streetlights, but you can still feel the intensity of his gaze staring into you.

“Y/n, you should never feel like you have to hide any part of yourself from the world. Everything about you is amazing, and you bring so much light into the lives of others. Hell, I’ve felt happier and laughed more this week since meeting you than I have in like seventy years. Literally. Fuck everyone who ever made you feel like any part of you didn’t deserve to be appreciated.”

You gape up at him, mouth open and eyes wide and you’re pretty sure he can hear your heart beating out of your chest. Unable to say anything, you lean your body into his and wrap your arms around his middle, leaning your head against his solid chest.

Bucky only freezes for a second before wrapping his arms around you and holding you, leaning his cheek on the top of your head. He’s sure you can hear his heart pounding in his chest, but he doesn’t mind. He’s too busy breathing in the scent of lavender in your hair, savoring the way it feels to have you in his arms.

This is way better than any fanfic you had ever read of Bucky holding you, because this isn’t just some Bucky in a story. It isn’t a dream. It's real, and this is your Bucky.

Eventually, you pull yourself away from him even though you would have been totally content with staying like that for the rest of your damn life. “Thanks, Buck,” you say, looking back up at him. You smile. “I know it’s weird to say, but I’m glad I almost got hit by a car and met you.”

Bucky chuckles. “I’m glad I met you too, doll. I definitely wish it wasn’t due to the fact that I almost watched you get crushed by that Subaru, but I’m glad I was there to catch you.”

The two of you continue the rest of the walk to your place in silence, but you feel yourself hovering closer to him as you walk, occasionally allowing your arms to brush against one another. Neither of you make an effort to move away.

Finally, you make it to the steps of your building. Both of you stop and look at one another once more. You swear that you could stare into this man’s eyes for eternity and never grow tired of them.

“Well, this is me,” you say softly, gesturing up to the door.

Bucky looks at the door and then back at you, smiling. “Tell Willa I said hi, will ya?”

“You got it. She’ll be excited to hear from you. I’m pretty sure she has a crush on you.”

Bucky grins. “Does she now?”

“Yeah, totally. The way she purred when you pet her on Sunday? My friend Raina has been trying to get Willa to warm up to her for years and she still runs away when she comes over.” You wink at him.

Bucky bows his head and puts a hand to his chest. “I’m flattered.”

“I don’t know what she sees in you. She must have eaten too much trash that day,” you say, winking at him.

Bucky scoffs, then puts on the most adorable pouty face. “You wound me, doll.”

The two of you laugh for a moment, and when it finally dissipates into silence, you let out a sigh. “Well, I’ll see you Sund-”

“Can I see you tomorrow?” Bucky asks.

Your words die on your tongue and you stare at him, his face now filled with a mixture of yearning and hope. He continues.

“I mean, you can totally say no. I know that we’ve seen a lot of each other this week and you might be sick of me. But I really like spending time with you and I-” Bucky pauses, allowing himself time to regain his composure. “I would just like to see you again. Before Sunday.”

You can feel your brain short-circuiting as you start blinking rapidly, trying to make sense of everything Bucky has just said to you. Are you actually dreaming? This can’t be real.

“Well, I have work tomorrow, and then I’m going out with some friends from college for a birthday thing,” you can see Bucky start to deflate, “But you could come with us if you want? It’ll be a big group of us at this club we would always go to when we were in school. It’s honestly going to be miserable and I am literally being forced to go, but if you want, I would actually love it if you tagged along.”

Bucky’s smile returns bigger and brighter than ever. “I’ll be there.”

“Great,” you say, unable to contain your shit-eating grin. “I’ll text you the details.”

“Sounds good, doll,” Bucky says. He stands there for a second and then pulls you in for another hug. You inhale the scent of pine from his shirt and it’s the most amazing thing you’ve ever smelled.

Once again, to both your disappointment, the hug comes to an end and you pull away from one another. You head up the stairs and unlock the door to your apartment.

Right before walking through the door, you turn around and give Bucky one last smile. “Goodnight, Buck.”

He smiles back. “Goodnight, Y/n.”

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