#ok i need to not go back to sleep and do something IDK WHAT though..

[dancingaliensfics]

Remmick NSFW Alphabet

This is pretty self explanatory. I haven't really formatted this or proof read it, I'll do that tomorrow. Right now I'm tired and need to sleep lol but I wanna get this posted since it just came to me. Wrote this in my notes app bc I couldn't be bothered opening docs, thats how quick this came to me lol so theres not even spell check really.

I do personally prefer sub remmick but I've tried to have a mix in here of both because I think it's more realistic to him as a character. I might add some more stuff it tomorrow idk.

Warnings: nsfw content, mentions of drinking blood, one section with gore mention that you can skip, idk i can't remember tbh

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He doesn't like to clean you up after sex. Not because he doesn't care but because he likes how you look all dirty and messy. So cleanup is out of the question unless you're willing to wait 30 minutes for him to have his fill, by which point he's usually ready to again lol. He does like to cuddle though, he's quite a physical guy and keeping contact with you is important to him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He really likes your hands. I've made a post already about how he likes to have your fingers in his mouth and i stand by that. So i wont say too much about it again here.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's nasty guys. He like to cum on you. His favourite place is probably your stomach but he doesn't really care where as long as he can see it dripping down you. He cums a lot and because he's a vampire he can go again pretty quickly, probably after like 10 minutes, so by the end of the night you're covered. He also likes to spread it around with his fingers cause he's a weirdo.

He will absolutely eat his own cum. When he cums in your mouth make sure to kiss him afterwards because he loves it, it gets him hard so quick. Or you can just scoop it up with your fingers and push it into his mouth.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Ok I have two things for this. The first one isn't particularly scandalous but it is something I think he'd be embarrassed by. When he's alone and feeling himself he imagines you and him back in his home town from when he was alive, living a quiet life in his childhood home. He loves to imagine you in the dresses the pretty girls used to wear when he was young. Honestly he creates pretty vivid scenarios, bringing you flowers back after a day working on the farm, putting your children to bed after dinner, undressing you slowly, pressing soft kisses to your shoulders. Climbing into bed together and just making gentle love before falling asleep in each other's arms. He keeps this a secret because it goes against his whole philosophy that vampirism is a gift. You two can't have children, atleast not in that way, and he'll never be back in that little house on the farm.

Now for the actually dirty one. I'm not really sure how to explain this but I'm gonna try my best. Basically he likes being told to use parts of you. Like for example, being told he can only use your thighs or your hand to get off. There's something so degrading about it that just really gets him going. It's another one that he wouldn't be able to verbalise, but having to make himself cum while only being able to rut against the sole of your foot or the space between your thighs is humiliating in a hot way. He doesn't have specific body part fetishes, he's not into feet or anything specifically, it's just being told he can only touch that part of you i guess.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Very but also not. He's had a lot of sex and he's very good at it, but he doesn't have much experience being vulnerable and having that Intimacy he would have with you if you're in an actual relationship. Remmick is also not very experienced with being cared for by someone and wanted in a way that goes beyond the physical. So yes, he can give you the best night you've ever had, but hold his hand and promise to stay with him forever and he's a bit stumped.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes to look at your face so you'll often find yourself in some variation of missionary. Tbh I don't know all the fancy names and neither does remmick, he just wants to look at your eyes. He's quite fond of prone bone though and anything that let's him look up at you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He definitely goes back and forth. I think simply through his nature or being a vampire, sex isn't always serious for him. He's very old and doesn't view sex in the same special way mortals might, especially in the 30s. But that doesn't mean it isn't special when he's with you. He always values your Intimacy together and often will be quite serious, especially if he's in a more melancholic mood. But he's a Goofy guy, he doesn't take things very seriously and he makes jokes in inappropriate situations that don't usually land. Obviously a lot of his silly guy persona was fake, but i think it's also clear from other interactions where he's trying to really connect with people that remmick is quite an odd guy and that does bleed through into sex. Sometimes he just does weird or random stuff. So yeah I think sex with remmick is a real mixed bag when it comes to seriousness.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is not groomed at all. He is quite hairy and doesn't see a problem with that. He does trim every so often, but being from a time where shaving body hair just wasn't a thing, he doesn't often think about it. He has a lovely happy trail that leads right from his navel all the way down. He has thick dark curls down there that run wild. If it really bothered you, you could ask him to groom more but I don't think he would. He likes a hairy bush and doesn't get the modern fascination with hairless pussies and balls so he has no interest in it on himself. I just really isn't something he thinks about.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sex with remmick is always very intimate. Even when it isn't serious, the Intimacy is always there. There's a few reasons for this really. The first is that sex with remmick using involves one of you bleeding, and the exchange of blood is something he sees as very meaningful. It's not only his food source, the thing he survives on, but he also still has many old world believes about humours and the transfer of energy through blood. The second reason is that sex is one of the few times remmick will be vulnerable. You can really break down those walls and see another side of him, especially if you've been at it for a while. And the last is that if you're also a vampire, you and remmick have a mental link that connects all of your feelings, sensations and thoughts. There's really nothing more intimate than that.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does it a lot lol. Being in a relationship does nothing to slow him down. Whether you're away from each other, in another room or sat right in front of him, it doesn't matter, he loves to feel himself up. He actually is quite a voyeur and loves to Jack off while you watch, especially if you give him instructions on how to do it. He also loves to have your smell around him while feeling himself, whether it's by just straight up sniffing you or from something of yours he has with him. He always takes something of yours with him when he goes on trips away, usually underwear or a scarf since those have the strongest scent but he'll even take a handkerchief if you offer it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Honestly, it's probably easier to list things he isn't into. But I'm gonna touch on one isn't haven't really seen or talked about before. Remmick is a masochist. He's also a sadist but there's plenty of fics about that. He loves being hurt. Honestly sometimes he goes too far with it, and he really needs a partner who cares about him enough to draw that line. He talks a big game but he has a lot of self hatred he refuses to acknowledge and pain is a good way for him to ignore that. So its good to put him in a control environment where you can make sure he doesn't go too far. Slap him, choke him, bite him, scratch him. He loves it all.

He also likes to be treated like a dog. I've mentioned this a few times on my blog now haha so hopefully I don't become that girl, but he is really into that. Make him crawl on his hands and knees, tell him to pick your hands, let him hump your leg, he loves it. He likes to lick your face a lot which can be a bit icky but indulge him. He like to be punished and rewarded, it's a good way to keep him in check. And he likes this dynamic outside of the bedroom as well. Send out on errands and call him a good boy when he does well. Give him head pats when hes good and smack him when he's bad. Ah I can't get carried away here.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere and everywhere. I've already talked about this but he will fuck you on the side of the road or in the middle of a bar he doesn't give a shit. He likes for people to watch and he likes to be dirty. But there is something special to him about a private bed, it's somewhat nostalgic and makes his old man brain feel good or something I guess.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Again, anything and everything. This man is so horny, he is ready to go 24/7. But simple things like the wind blowing through your hair, watching you walk barefoot through a field or the smell of you as you walk past, are often the ones that do it the most him. Oh and watching you perform, if you're some kind of artist. That really drives him wild.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don't thing he likes the thought of really degrading someone he's actually in love with much. Don't get me wrong, he can be a mean dom when he wants, but I don't think he would ever do something that would actually make you feel bad. His whole world revolves around his partner, they're his god in a weird, possessive way, and he wouldn't do something like brand you or insult your physical appearance. He would also never make you feel bad about your personality. While he might call you a slut or pathetic, things like insulting you for being needy he just wouldn't do. I think he also would be interested in others degrading you. So while he enjoys bringing others into your sex life, it's purely for them to service you. He'll never tolerate someone insulting you in anyway.

He also won't let any of the fresh vampires near you because he doesn't think it's a good idea. Even if you're also a vampire, they can be too rowdy and he doesn't like it so yeah there's a waiting time for anyone freshly turned.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

HES A MUNCH.

Cmon we all know that. This man loves eating pussy, day and night. If it was possible he would never stop. He loves the taste, the smell, the feeling of your legs squeezing his head. He just can't get enough. He eats like man starving, and he laps that shit up like a dog. He also moans so loud while eating you out. He honestly doesn't like 69 very much because he wants to focus on the task at hand lmao.

I also have to say, he loves sucking dick. He find it so relaxing, he could honestly fall asleep with a dick in his mouth. He loves to struggle on a big cock and he loves to take a small one fully into his mouth. The one thing I'm sad about is that I don't have a dick for this man to suck because it really is one of his favourite things.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Ah it really depends. His mood changes quite quickly and that influences how he fucks. A session can start out one way and change up half way through. There's not much consistency with Remmick.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Remmick loves a quickie. He'll ask for them all the time, at every opportunity. God forbid you have to be somewhere on time because he will stop you at some point to ask for a quick fuck. Most of the time he asks for a quickie though, it isn't so he can fuck you, it's so he can get a taste of your pussy.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes yes yes. He will give almost anything a try atleast once, although most things he's already done. He's also a massive voyeur as I said before so he doesn't care about getting caught. I mean he shares a hive mind so it doesn't really matter to him anyway.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's a vampire so his Stamina is very good but not impossibly so. He can if he wants to last a long time each round but remmick is not a patient man so he usually doesn't. You can tell him to hold out though and then he's happy to. But to him it doesn't matter because whether he's cum or not, your fussy is getting eaten. He can go for quite a lot of rounds honestly, probably 4 or 5 most days but stretching up to 7 if he pushes it. But he still needs time between and he doesn't like to over do things so most days it's gonna be more like 2 to 3.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

What toys did they have in the 1930s? I'm not sure i need to do some reading on that. But I think remmick quite likes involving toys both on himself and you, whatever they are. He especially likes bondage on you both although he keeps breaking all the pretty rope you get.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man is the king of teasing. Good luck if he gets in one of these moods because there is no escape. It will start at dusk as soon you're up, with light touches and coy looks and continue right up until dawn when he finally let's you cum after hours of fucking you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Remmick is so loud jesus. If you have neighbours, they hate you. And if you're trying to stray hidden you'll have to gag him. Even then you can still hear his panting and muffled moans. He also talks none stop during sex, I mean really runs him mouth. The man does not know how to shut up.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Big gore warning here, i personally feel a bit sick reading stuff like this even though I wrote it so just warning you guys first.

He wants you to bite him. Ok yeah that's obvious. But not just a few times, he wants you to cover him all over in deep, bloody bites. He wants it to hurt. He wants people to look at him and think he's been attacked by some wild animal. Honestly he wants you to eat him. To tear chunks off and swallow them. To crack his bones and tear parts off him. Break open his ribs and pull out his heart and rip pieces out with your teeth. He finds the idea of being consumed deeply erotic and also very intimate. It makes him feel very safe, knowing pieces of him are inside of you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Nice and thick. Probably a solid 6 to 6.5 inches with a good girth. He stretches you out just right. Uncut and a red tip. Heavy balls that hang low.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

All day everyday, ask and you shall receive. He really is hungry as a dog lol.

You know he's ready for it when he starts drooling. The drool really isn't something he can control, it just happens when his body decides its time to eat which often gets mixed up with being horny. So yeah, it's pretty common for you to look over and see him covered in drool, mouth open and shameless.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall  asleep)

Depends. Some days he's straight to sleep while others he gets kinda sad and wistful after sex and stays awake watching you. He also gets kinda stressed you're gonna disappear or leave if he closes his eyes sometimes so you might occasionally find him staring at you for a long time. But your presence is very comforting for him and he always sleeps better with you.

[buckymorelikefuckme]

and baby makes three

(the reboot)

bucky barnes x fem reader

words: 11.3k

warnings: **18+ ONLY** friends to lovers, pining, smut, oral (f receiving), breeding kink, pregnancy kink, cockwarming (kind of??), trigger warning for having troubles with getting pregnant. it's still super fuckin soft despite all of that though, i swear.

a/n: okay so it's currently 6am as i'm typing this and i haven't been to sleep yet bc i decided to just heavily edit this instead of rewrite it bc i'm lazy i guess idk. this was posted originally back in 2021 i believe and it's still on ao3 it's just orphaned rip. i promise i'll be writing and posting new stuff soon ok pls have faith in me and cheer me on bc it's hard and scary and i don't wanna disappoint anybody :( ANYWAY, as usual, any and all mistakes are my own. if i've missed anything important pls let me know so i can correct it. feedback is encouraged (pls) and appreciated (i am begging...)

The idea of you having a child one day always seemed foreign and very unlikely. Sure, you liked kids well enough, but having one of your own…

It’s a thought that’s sat in a corner deep in your mind, buried beneath a million other impossible concepts; a thought that you’ve only ever glanced over and never gave your full attention, having ruled it out ages ago as something you just couldn’t—or wouldn’t—do.

And then, on a day like any other, it pushes its way to the forefront of your mind, making itself known and unwilling to leave.

You’re going into the clothing store to find a new cardigan after your most favorite one got eaten by the dryer. Usually you’re a single-minded shopper, walking into a store with tunnel vision and on a mission to get what you need and that’s it.

Today, however, you make the mistake of letting your eyes wander on your way to the sweater section. Your gaze just so happens to land on the baby clothes… and your steps falter. It’s there that you see it, a tiny, pink onesie with a sleeping teddy bear printed on the front, displayed on an even tinier hanger. There’s matching pants with teddy bears all over them and ruffles on the butt and all your brain can muster up is cutecutecutecutecute.

Your feet carry you closer and before you realize what you’re doing you pick up the outfit, letting out a coo when you realize the teddy bear is fuzzy, softly rubbing your thumb across it. Somehow, you walk out of the store, not with a new cardigan, but with the cute baby outfit and a bow you thought looked adorable with it.

It’s not until you get home that it hits you, that you bought baby clothes for a baby you don’t even have.

The feeling that rushes through you is hard to describe. Shame? Embarrassment?

...Yearning?

No. Definitely not. Nope.

There’s absolutely no yearning going on here, not for a baby. You’ve never even had that desire before and you certainly don’t see yourself having it now. You shake your head to clear it, telling yourself you’ll take it back tomorrow.

Except you don’t take it back. You conveniently “forget” and it stays shoved on the top shelf in your hall closet. You pretend you don’t pause in front of said closet throughout the following days—weeks—chewing on the inside of your cheek and staring at the door like you can see through the wood at the evidence of your impulsive purchase.

It gets harder to ignore, though, when you start getting ads for baby clothing brands. And baby toys, bottles, handy little gadgets for new parents, nursery decor… It’s endless.

Then, as if it wasn’t already bad enough, all of your childhood friends start popping out babies like it’s a brand new trend. You don't think you've seen your social media this flooded with pregnancy announcements and baby arrivals, ever. Your emotions are mixed; happy for them, and for their excitement, but there’s also a weird discomfort settled in your stomach.

You hesitate to be that person who thinks the universe is trying to tell you something, but you do wonder. Why else would you suddenly have these feelings? Why else would there be baby stuff everywhere you look now?

It brings on other thoughts, as well. In this day and age, it’s not too unusual for women to have babies without being married, or without a significant other at all. There is the pressure, still, to at least be in a relationship, but considering you’ve been practically in love with one of your closest friends for the last two years, it’s safe to say that you’re tragically single, so having a baby with someone is out of the question.

And god, do you even want a baby?

As soon as the thought crosses your mind, with a sudden clarity that hits you like a ton of bricks, you realize you do. It feels like a freight train has slammed into you. Your mind’s eye supplies you with images of a swollen belly and wide smile, a precious baby wrapped in a soft blanket, cradled in your arms, a gummy grin and happy giggle.

Emotion consumes you then, longing like you’ve never felt in your life, chest aching with how badly you want that.

It’s not as if you’re too young. You’re plenty old enough and you’ve got a secure job. You don’t subscribe to that whole biological clock nonsense, but you do feel that if you are going to potentially have a baby, it might be better to do it now while you’re still in relatively good health.

You groan, dropping your face into your open palms, the movie you'd been watching to try and distract yourself long forgotten as it continues to play on the television.

This is a lot to think about, you ponder to yourself. Taking a deep breath in and releasing it slowly, you decide the mature thing to do is give yourself more time to ruminate on it. Having a baby is no small decision. You need to be absolutely certain it’s what you want. It’s going to change your entire life, everything, and you’d be responsible for a new life. So, you’ll have to give yourself a few months to decide and then you can go from there.

***

You’re scrolling through yet another article on your laptop, engrossed in every detail of the process of artificial insemination and the symptoms and side effects that come with it. So engrossed, in fact, that you don’t hear the key turning in the lock, the door opening and closing, and the heavy footfalls that follow.

It’s only when Bucky asks, “Whatcha reading?” that you are even aware of his presence.

You startle so hard that your knee slams into the underside of your table. Ignoring the throbbing pain in your knee and your wildly beating heart, you close your laptop with a snap and turn to Bucky.

“You could knock,” you grouse.

“Why give me a key, then?” he retorts, unapologetic.

You roll your eyes and grumble under your breath, “Clearly, it was a mistake.”

“You didn’t answer me.”

Brows furrowed, you ask, “What?”

He gestures to your laptop. “What were you reading? Your nose was nearly smushed against the screen.”

You blink, trying to think of a reasonable excuse and coming up empty.

“Nothing,” is all your brilliant mind can supply.

Bucky’s eyes narrow for a few seconds, and you pray to every higher power and all that is holy and good that he won’t press further. You remain frozen under Bucky’s suspicious stare, hearing that Old West shootout music playing in your mind.

Thankfully, it seems the deities are feeling indulgent, as Bucky chooses let it go.

He holds up the bags he carried in. “I brought lunch.”

You perk up instantly. “Did you go to that one place—?”

“With the fried rice you like so much, yes,” he finishes for you, smiling.

“You’re the best,” you sigh, stomach rumbling eagerly.

“I know,” he replies, solemn and dramatic like the idiot he is.

He begins taking out the styrofoam boxes and chattering on about something dumb Steve did the other day, and you mean to listen, you really do. It’s just. That article is still lingering in your brain. There’s so many steps and hassles. Plus, it’s not cheap. It would be a hefty investment.

You’d only researched it because, after months of contemplating the pros and cons of having a baby, you determined the pros far outweigh the cons. But then the problem was: how to even make it happen.

Your first thought was that you didn’t think you’d let just any man come inside you, for many obvious reasons. You’d shuddered to think of it. Then there was surrogacy, which is admirable and wonderful, but you’d quickly dismissed that idea as you realized you wanted to actually carry the baby yourself. So that led you to artificial insemination. You weren’t sure how you felt about it yet. There was something a little too clinical about choosing a random man’s sperm to have injected into your uterus.

Bucky’s still speaking as he grabs plates and forks, unaware of your inner monologue. “And then he got Sam involved,” he’s saying, scooping out food onto the plates, “which, as you know, I always think is a dumb thing to do.”

“I want to have a baby,” you blurt, eyes widening at your outburst.

Bucky fumbles with the spoon, sending fried rice flying, muttering curses as he tries to catch it with no luck as it lands with a dull clunk on the table. The silence that follows is loud. It feels like your heart is in your throat as you wait for him to just say something, anything.

“This is… quite a mess I’ve made,” Bucky finally observes. His voice is a bit higher than usual. “Where’s your vacuum? Actually, do you have one of those mini ones? Or would Clorox wipes be better? You know what, I’ll do both.”

He nods decisively then turns an expectant look towards you. His eyes look a bit wild, but you wisely keep that to yourself.

Wordlessly, you direct him to your hall closet. You realize your error a second too late when he opens the closet and reaches for the vacuum on the top shelf, where the purchase you’d made months ago also rests. His fingers get caught in the plastic bag when he grabs the handheld vacuum and its contents spill out. He goes to catch them right away, but once it registers what they are, he lets go of them like they’re on fire and nearly drops the vacuum on his foot.

Heat has been steadily creeping up your neck, but now your whole body feels aflame with embarrassment. The two of you stare at the baby clothes lying unassumingly on the floor for a long moment, until Bucky quietly walks back to the table with the vacuum clutched tightly in his fist. He flicks the switch on and it whirs to life, sucking up the bits of rice scattered around the table.

There’s another lengthy silence after he turns the vacuum off and you're unable to find the right thing to say to break it. Bucky does it for you.

“So… You’re serious.”

You meet his eyes and sigh heavily. “Yeah.”

He blinks a few times before clearing his throat, schooling his expression carefully. “I didn’t realize you were seeing someone.”

You cough lightly and start picking the peas out of your fried rice. “Well, that would be because I’m not.”

“I don’t think I follow,” he admits slowly.

You sigh again, lowering your gaze to your lap. “Look, I’ve thought about this a lot, okay? I’ve given myself months to really make sure it’s what I want. I’m in a good place in my life to have one, Bucky, and I don’t want to feel pressured to wait until I might get married.” You lift your gaze to his. “I want to have a baby,” you repeat firmly. “And I don’t need a partner to have one.”

You’re not sure why you feel the need to defend yourself. It’s not up to Bucky what you decide to do. You don’t need his approval, or anyone else’s. Maybe it’s because, even though you know it's not true, it feels like you're making too hasty of a decision.

After a beat, Bucky amends, “Well, I mean… You do…”

“Oh my god, shut up, you know what I mean,” you groan as you smack his arm, glad that he's not calling you crazy or trying to talk you out of it.

He doesn’t even flinch, the jerk.

“Wait, so what were you reading when I got here?” he suddenly questions, brows furrowed.

“Nothing,” you say too quickly, guiltily.

“Let me see your laptop then,” he counters as he crosses his arms over his chest.

You flounder for a second, scoffing. “What? No!”

“It can’t be that embarrassing, just show me,” he wheedles.

“Absolutely not.”

“Let me see!”

“It’s private!”

“Don’t be a chicken.”

Your eye twitches. “I’m not a chicken.” Bucky smirks and before he can even open his mouth you interject with a finger pointed accusingly at his face, “Do not start clucking at me, Bucky. I’ll kick your ass,” you threaten, though it's weak and you're not the only one who knows it.

You glare when his smirk only widens. Slowly, he moves his arms like he’s gonna flap them like chicken wings.

“Ugh! God, fine! You wanna know what I was reading?” You open your laptop and slide it over to him, turning it to where he can read it. “There.”

Bucky scans the page, then scans it again, eyes flicking all over like it’s in a different language. His cheeks grow redder and redder as he reads and you get a small sense of satisfaction at the sight.

“Wow,” he mutters finally. “You’re turkey baster serious.”

“James Buchanan Barnes,” you say, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“What?” he asks innocently.

When you make eye contact with him, you purse your lips to keep the laughter threatening to bubble out at bay, but the ever growing smile on Bucky’s face is hard to resist and you find yourself snorting a laugh that leads to uncontrollable giggles. Bucky’s laughing with you, his eyes crinkling on the sides. The tension you hadn’t realized you held in your shoulders loosens and you nudge his knee with yours in silent thanks.

“So,” he says after you've both calmed down.

“So,” you repeat, dragging it out, drumming your fingers on the tabletop. “I’ve been doing research, checking out all of my options, and while artificial insemination seems like the best choice… I don’t know, there’s just something too clinical about it,” you reply, voicing your concerns, “It doesn’t feel right. I know I said I don’t need a partner, and I don’t, but… Having absolutely no connection is weird.”

You shrug, waving a hand as if to say oh well, putting an end to the conversation, and pick up your plate to carry it over to the microwave. You reheat Bucky’s food while you’re up, and then you both start eating in comfortable silence. He gets halfway through his meal before speaking up.

“Have you… I mean, did you think about… I’ve heard that, uh. Some people ask another person…”

He trails off, clearly frustrated that he can’t just spit out what he’s trying to say. You think you understand what he means, though.

“I read up on surrogacy,” you say, biting your lip. “But I don’t think I’d want someone else to carry my baby.”

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean—I wasn’t suggesting, uh, that. Not that there’s anything wrong with it!” he rushes to say.

You tilt your head. “What did you mean then?”

“Well,” Bucky starts, stilted, licking his lips. “For the artificial insemination, have you considered… you know. Asking someone you’re close with?”

You frown, not following.

“For—for the sperm,” he clarifies, shifting in his seat.

“Oh,” you breathe, blinking rapidly, surprised as you think of how to reply. “Um. No? I wouldn’t even know who I could ask, to be honest. That’s quite the request, you know? Who would—“

“Me,” he interrupts, determined and cheeks flushed, “I would.”

Your own face heats. “Oh,” you say again, quieter.

You can say, with full confidence, that not once did it cross your mind to ask anyone to help you, but you especially would have never given thought to asking Bucky.

For a list of reasons, really, with “it’s Bucky” being right at the very top. Like—sure, yes, you’re in love with him, but after two years of no signs of reciprocation you’ve learned to stop dreaming, to stop hoping. If the attraction was mutual he would have shown it by now, right? And on top of that, his friendship means the world to you and you wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize it. You'd never forgive yourself if you ever managed to fuck up the one good, constant thing going for you.

“Bucky,” you start, slow and careful, “this… This isn't something you can just jump into. It’s something you should think about for a while.”

He contemplates that for a second. “You’re right,” he concedes with a nod. “But…” He purses his lips, glancing away for a minute before turning back to you, leaning forward. “Okay listen, this is important for you. It’s going to change your whole life. You said it yourself, not having a connection to the sperm donor feels wrong. You’re my best friend, alright? I—care about you. You should pick someone you can trust.”

He clenches his jaw after he finishes speaking. You sort of hate the way your heart both flutters and plummets at his words. It’s nice to know you matter to him, just not in the way you’ve wanted for too long.

And if you’re really honest with yourself, Bucky would be a great choice as a donor. He’s in great health, has strong features that would look wonderful on any gender. But would you be able to handle the repercussions of having his child? Would you be able to look at your baby and see those features without it sending a pang through your chest every single time? You can’t say for certain.

Yet, the chance to have that type of connection with him, selfishly, sounds too good to pass up.

“At least think about it for a few days,” you murmur reluctantly.

It’s the most acceptance he’ll get and he knows it. A smile blooms across his face and you have to swallow down the warring emotions rising within you.

***

With the amount of research you do on the subject now, it doesn’t take long for you to find out that there are at-home kits for artificial insemination that are much easier (and cheaper). It’s easy to settle on that, clicking on the info to order your kit with butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

You read through the instructions online and it all sounds simple enough, until you get to the part where it says that having an orgasm after injection helps increase your chances of conception.

Blinking, heat crawling up your neck, you read that step several times, hoping you read it wrong, but it doesn’t change.

You… You can’t masturbate with Bucky’s sperm inside you. That’s a line you refuse to cross.

And besides, he’s a healthy man in his thirties who exercises regularly and eats fairly healthy food! You probably—definitely—won’t need to take that step. It’ll be fine. Probably.

Once the kit arrives, you call Bucky and ask him to come over so you can explain the process to him. Since he’s only across the hall of your apartment building, he’s there a moment later, letting himself in with his key.

“Let’s make a baby,” is how he greets you.

“Hold your horses,” you reply, fighting back a laugh. “I gotta walk you through everything first.”

He plops himself down next to you on your couch. “Fine, fine. Go ahead.”

Squaring your shoulders, you begin telling him how it all works, and what parts he is key for. You speak through your awkwardness, avoiding eye contact, when you explain that he’ll need to masturbate into a clean, sterile cup. You leave out how it’s suggested for you to also masturbate, deciding it’s not pertinent information for him to know.

“When do we start?” he asks once you’re done.

“I have to take an ovulation test first to find out the best days for me to conceive, but once I do that we’ll be able to, um.” You gesture vaguely. “I’ll be able to do the injections.”

He nods. “Alright.” He looks at you then, taking your hand in his and giving it a squeeze. “I’ll be here every step of the way, okay?”

“I know,” you say, smiling. “Thank you, Bucky.”

“You’re welcome,” he returns softly.

“No, really, thank you,” you assert. “This is a lot to take on and I can never fully repay you.”

Bucky shakes his head. “I want you to be happy, and I can see that having this baby is going to do that. I’ll do whatever I need to do to ensure it happens.”

You pull him into a hug, willing yourself to not cry. You’re not sure he’ll ever understand what this means for you, personally, or that you’d ever find a way to express it. He’s giving you so much more than just a baby.

***

The first injection time comes and you find yourself fidgeting where you sit as you wait for Bucky to bring over the, uh… sample. You do your best to not think about what he’s doing in his apartment, to not think about exactly how he’s collecting his sperm.

Now is not the time, you mentally scold yourself. Get it together.

A timid knock at your door alerts you to his presence. The fact he’s knocking says a lot about his own level of embarrassment about the situation.

His cheeks are pink when you open the door. “Uh, hi.”

“Hi,” you return.

He clears his throat and lifts the small cup in his hand. “Here’s… well, you know.”

You gingerly take it from him, not knowing what else to say, but when he smiles somewhat crookedly and turns to leave, you find yourself asking, “Will you stay?”

Bucky’s steps pause. “Huh?”

“Will you—I mean… Would you mind staying?” You shift on your feet. “This is a big moment for me. I-I don’t want to do it alone.”

“Are you asking me to…?” He trails off awkwardly.

“Oh! God, no, I wouldn’t—no,” you assure, huffing a laugh, “I’m doing the injection, I just need a little moral support. That’s all.”

Bucky smiles. “Sure, I’ll stay.”

Relief floods through you. You step aside to let him in, closing the door behind him. He follows you to your bedroom and just before entering you stop in your tracks, nearly causing Bucky to bump into you.

“Um,” you mutter, turning to him. “You’ll have to, ah, sit out here,” you explain. “I have to be lying down…”

Understanding dawns on him. “Oh! Right, right, of course. Sorry.”

“I’ll let you know when I’m done,” you promise.

He nods and watches you close the door. You walk over to your bed and sit down, glancing at the syringe you’ll be using and biting the inside of your cheek.

This is it. There’s really no going back after this. Sure, you may not get pregnant the first time, but Bucky’s already said he’d help you for as long as it takes. It’s just… very real now. You don’t feel any doubts, though. You want this.

Inhaling a large breath and slowly letting it out, hands shaking, you take the lid off the cup and pick up the syringe. You remember the instructions, making sure there’s as little air sucked in as possible when you draw out the semen, and getting rid of the few air bubbles that you see. You grab your pillows and lie down, propping them beneath you to lift your hips.

“Here I go,” you mumble to yourself, taking another deep breath and releasing it.

A couple minutes later, the syringe is empty and you’ve got your legs pulled up to your chest. You cover yourself with your blanket and call out Bucky’s name.

“You okay?” you hear through the door.

“Will you come here, please?” you ask.

He walks in cautiously, making sure you’re decently covered before entering fully, wisely not commenting on your position. “Well?”

“I did it,” you whisper.

He stays quiet, letting you parse through your thoughts. You blink when you feel tears threatening to gather in your eyes. He’s beside you in an instant, crawling in the bed and lying down, taking your hand in his.

“Congratulations,” he says softly.

“Don’t congratulate me yet,” you reply, sniffing and wiping at your eyes.

“Still,” he presses. “You’re one step closer now.”

He pulls your hand up and kisses the back of it. You give him a watery smile. The two of you lay there in silence for a moment before Bucky breaks it.

“This isn’t how I pictured myself making a baby.”

It startles a laugh out of you and Bucky grins, pleased to have helped ease the tense atmosphere. He distracts you with idle conversation after that, talking about his plans for the upcoming weekend, asking about yours, tells you about the newest stupid thing Sam did; he talks and talks and talks, until your anxiety is gone, and then he stays to cook dinner for you.

Your hug when he gets ready to head back to his apartment lasts a couple minutes longer than usual. Bucky quietly allows it, dropping a kiss on your forehead when you pull away.

“Same time next week?” he jokes, making you crack a smile.

“Goodbye, Bucky,” you reply exasperatedly as you close your door.

“Bye, sweetheart,” he returns over his shoulder.

***

Weeks pass. More injections. Pregnancy tests taken.

But nothing happens.

All of your tests come back negative.

When reading up on artificial insemination, and pregnancy in general, you’d understood that there was a chance it wouldn’t happen right away. You thought you were fine with that, that you’d be alright with the waiting and all. Looking at your growing collection of negative tests, however, has a sense of dread building within you. You do your best to quell it, telling yourself there’s no need to stress over it. Yet.

Besides, your mind supplies in an overly cheerful manner, there’s still one more method to try!

***

The next time Bucky brings over his sample, he lets himself in, like always, and passes along the cup with an encouraging smile. You try to smile back, but it feels more like a grimace. He either doesn’t notice or he at least pretends not to, thankfully.

But when he goes to make himself comfortable to wait, you’re reminded that you haven’t told him about the, uh… change in procedure, so to speak.

You clear your throat delicately. “I don’t think you’ll need to stick around this time.”

Bucky frowns. “Why not?”

“Because…” You trail off, cheeks pinking, yet not finishing the sentence, because how do you explain this?

“I promised you I’d be here every step of the way,” he recalls. “I intend to keep that promise.”

You wince. “I really appreciate where your heart is, Bucky, I really do, but I literally cannot let you be here for this injection.”

“Why not?”

You look heavenward for mercy. “I have to…”

When you don’t finish your sentence again, Bucky raises a single brow, gesturing for you to go on. “You have to… what?”

You huff, throwing your arms out. “I have to orgasm, okay?”

His eyes go a little bit wide, but you can tell he tries to control his reaction. He swallows, shifting where he sits on the couch.

“Oh,” he mumbles. “Have… have you had to do that before?”

“No. Well, I mean, it was suggested, but I never…”

His eyebrows furrow. “Does it help or something?”

You absently scratch your neck. “They say it increases the chances of conception.”

“But you haven’t been doing… that.”

“I didn’t think I’d need to.”

Bucky inhales like he’s going to say something, but then doesn’t.

“Yeah, so, I don’t think you should be here,” you utter, quickly adding, “No offense.”

“No, yeah, that’s fair, um. I’ll just—I’ll head back to my apartment,” he states as he stands. “You can—I mean, if you still want me to—I can come back over? After you… uh…”

“I’ll let you know,” you reply, voice tight and high.

He nods, looking lost and like he wants to say more but thinks better of it. Finally, he mutters a soft bye and is out the door.

Alone now, your stomach feels like it’s tying itself in knots and your heart is doing its damnedest to beat out of your chest. You try to tell yourself that it’s just another injection, that this is the same as any other time you've done this, but you know it’s not. It's really, really not.

Laying down on your bed, syringe in hand, is much more nerve wracking than before. On your left lies a new addition to your routine. You don’t know why you’re acting like such a prude all the sudden. It’s not like you’ve never masturbated before. Though, you suppose the major difference is that you didn’t have Bucky’s sperm hangin’ out in your vagina all those other times while you did it.

“Quit being such a goober about this,” you tell yourself.

This has to be done for a reason. If you want to have a baby—and you do, very badly—then you’re gonna have to deal with the process.

Once you’ve injected the sperm, you reach for your bullet vibrator next to your left hand. The instructions say not to insert anything, only to stimulate your clit. You try to clear your head, think of it as a chore or something, yet it’s hard not to think of a certain someone.

The vibrator buzzes with the press of a button. You adjust your hips, making sure they’re tilted, then bring the vibrator to your clit. The first touch makes your stomach tense and thighs spasm.

You close your eyes, running the toy along your slit. You really don’t want to drag this out, would prefer to get it over with as quickly as possible, but your mind begins running away with images.

Bucky, settled between your spread thighs, one hand resting on one of them, the other controlling the vibrator. You imagine he’d tease you, slowly trail it along the crease of your thighs, over your hips; everywhere but where you wanted it.

Bucky would probably give in once you whine and beg enough, once your desperation bled into your voice, and hold the vibrator directly to your clit, drink in your cries of pleasure like they’re the finest whisky.

He’d mutter soft but firm encouragement, tell you how good you’re doing, how good you sound. He’d start circling the vibrator, going from quick to lazy swirls, then he’d change the setting to a higher one just to hear you whimper. His free hand would run up your torso to pinch at your nipples for added stimulation.

When you imagine him leaning down to add his tongue into the mix, your mind blanks as your climax hits you, a ragged moan forcing its way out of your throat. You’re quick to turn the vibrator off and toss it to the floor, deciding you’ll worry about cleaning it later, chest heaving as you pant for breath after an intense orgasm.

Shame and embarrassment consume you, mock you for using Bucky to rub one out. You’d given in to the fantasy so easily.

Truthfully, it’s not the first time you’ve thought of him while pleasuring yourself, but the context this time is completely different, and you feel immediately guilty. Admittedly, it’s probably irrational.

That doesn’t stop you from cringing at your actions.

***

You’re sure you’ve bought out the entire pregnancy test section from the convenience store down the block. Currently, there are six different brands in front of you, all promising the most accurate results.

Bucky is sitting in your bedroom, quietly waiting for you to pee on all of them so you can both find out what they say. You chug the last bit of your third bottle of water even though your bladder is fit to burst at any moment. Turning the faucet on for modesty, you make quick work of the tests, then wash your hands.

And wait.

You call Bucky into the bathroom with you. The two of you quietly sit on the edge of your bathtub, counting down the minutes. Part of you wishes Bucky would say something dumb to break the tension, like he usually does, but you're also kind of glad he's just here, next to you, a silent comfort.

It seems like hours have passed when you’re finally sure you can check them.

The first one is negative, and so is the second. The third, however, reads positive. Your heart begins racing, clutching at the counter, but before your hopes get too carried away you read the rest. To your dismay, they are all negative. You stare down at them all, eyes falling on the loan positive test multiple times, knowing that it’s likely a false positive, yet stupidly hoping otherwise.

Your chin wobbles. Bucky hugs you from behind, resting his cheek on your shoulder.

“What do I do, Bucky?”

At your broken whisper, he sighs. “I don’t know, sweetheart.”

Neither of you know what to say or do after that. Bucky continues offering quiet support, his solid presence at your back, and you’re grateful. Eventually, he leads you out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, sitting you down at the table as he starts preparing dinner.

When you’re both eating the spaghetti he made, he breaks the silence.

“Do you think…” he starts, pausing to think of how to phrase his question before carefully carrying on. “Are you going to stop?”

“I don’t want to,” you answer, the implied but hanging heavy in the air.

Bucky sits his fork down. “I know you want this, very much.” He pushes his hair out of his face as he leans forward, elbows settling on the table. “But I hate seeing how sad you get when the tests come out negative. I feel so… powerless. Like I could be doing more or something.”

“You’re doing all you can, Bucky,” you assure.

“That’s the thing, though. I don’t think I am.”

You frown. “What do you mean?”

He licks his lips, locking his fingers together. “I think we should have sex.”

Your fork drops to your plate with a clang, eyes going wide.

“I apologize for how blunt that came out,” he states with a wince. “But, I mean, think about it. You’ve only been using my sperm from a syringe, and up until the last time, you hadn’t been, um, orgasming with it.” You look away, bashful. “I just wonder if maybe trying the old-fashioned way would give you better results.”

“Bucky,” you start, opening and closing your mouth a couple times before shaking your head. “It’s one thing for you to offer your sperm, which I’m thankful for, truly, but… Having sex?”

“I’ve already told you I’m willing to do whatever I need to do,” he retorts earnestly. “Your happiness means a lot to me, okay? I hate sitting around and watching your heart break every week. You’ve tried it your way, now I think we should try mine.”

“I-I don’t know,” you hesitate, chewing on the inside of your cheek, knee beginning to bounce under the table.

His hand slides onto your knee, stilling the movement as he ducks his head to meet your gaze. His eyes are impossibly sincere and your resolve crumbles in an instant.

“It won’t… It’s not going to change anything,” he assures. “I won’t allow it.”

You swallow roughly. He may not, but your heart is going to take its toughest beating yet. It’s going to be hopeless trying to overcome the inevitable emotions that come with sex.

Even so, somehow, your longing for a baby eclipses all of this. Now that you’ve imagined holding your child in your arms, raising them and loving them, you can’t go back. Not anymore.

“Okay,” you allow, softly.

Bucky’s shoulders relax, lips tipping up into a devastating smile.

You’re so fucked. (Pun intended.)

***

Two nights later, you’re pacing in your bedroom, impatiently waiting for Bucky to arrive. You’d been unsure whether or not you should dress up. You didn’t see the point, honestly. Still, a small part of you wondered what his reaction would be if he saw you all done up in lingerie. At the moment, you’re in an oversized t-shirt and pajama shorts.

It’s Bucky, you think, and this isn’t a normal situation, it doesn’t matter what I’m wearing.

You hear his key turning in the lock then and your heart begins hammering away. He calls your name as he enters.

“In here,” you reply, twisting your fingers nervously.

He walks into your room looking just as on edge as you are. He also seems to have had the same idea about his attire, comfortable in his white tee and sweatpants. His feet are bare and for whatever reason that feels way more intimate than it has any right to.

“Hey,” he greets.

“Hi.”

You bite your lip, eyes flitting around your room and coming back to settle on Bucky. He huffs.

“This is ridiculous,” he declares, “It’s just us.”

“Right,” you nod, biting the inside of your cheek.

“It’s not gonna be weird.”

“Nope.”

His jaw ticks. You stare back at him. It only takes a moment for you to realize that somebody has to make the first move, so you steel yourself and turn on your heel, walking towards your bed.

“I’m keeping my shirt on,” you announce as you unceremoniously drop onto the mattress, grabbing your pillows to stuff them under you.

Bucky follows at a sedate pace, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. He pauses next to you, taking a second to roll his shoulders, then he climbs in and settles in front of your bent legs. He gingerly places his hands on your knees.

“May I?” he asks.

Mouth suddenly dry, you nod. He moves his hands to the waistband of your shorts and tugs. You lift your hips to help him slide them down and off, along with your underwear. Gently, he spreads your legs.

Your breathing has picked up considerably, eyes firmly trained on the ceiling. You know you’re already wet and are blessedly thankful he doesn’t mention it.

The first slide of his fingers has you inhaling sharply. He slowly gathers your slick and trails it up to your clit, lightly circling it. Your mind recalls your fantasy, but you quickly shove it back to the depths of your thoughts, lest you do something idiotic like tell him about it.

He spreads your legs more, adjusting his position between them. His fingers move down until he can sink one into you. You gasp, hands shooting out to grasp your sheets. He wastes no time and begins thrusting his finger inside you.

It becomes quickly apparent to you that it’s going to be very difficult to hold back any noise or reactions. Goddamnit, you will try, though!

When he decides it’s time to add another finger, you feel yourself clench around them, and his soft fuck does not go unnoticed, evident in the way your pussy traitorously clenches again.

“Can I…?” he asks, voice cracking, but doesn’t finish his thought, making you have to break your staring contest with the ceiling and look at him.

He’s not even looking back at you, he’s staring at his fingers, watching them pump in and out of you, half bent over with a slack jaw, like he wants to…

He meets your eyes then, licking his lips.

Oh.

Swallowing around the sudden lump in your throat, knowing you’re probably going to regret it, you nod.

He’s leaning over and sucking on your clit before you can even blink. You cry out, thighs trying to clamp around his head, but his free hand shoots out to hold you open. It makes you squirm, fisting the sheets even tighter. His fingers curl inside you as his tongue licks around them and you whine, high and needy, and then mouth is back on your clit, tongue swiping over it, sucking on it with loud, obscene noises.

His hand comes up to grab the hem of your shirt, shoves it upward until it’s bunched underneath your breasts. Those fingers ghost back down your torso, goosebumps erupting in their wake.

He speeds up his thrusts and your hand flies down to grip his hair. You don’t think you’re meant to hear the quiet grunt he lets out, but you do, and it has you panting even harder. Your orgasm is building, fast, and you pull on his hair in warning.

“Bucky,” you say on a gasp.

Using his arm to hold you down, his free hand joins, thumb swiping over your clit now as he dips his head to slide his tongue in alongside his fingers. It draws a yell out of you, the ever expanding pleasure within you bursting into the hardest orgasm you’ve experienced thus far in your adult life. You know you’re moaning, bucking into the sensations coursing through you, and you’d feel abashed if you didn’t feel so fucking good.

Before you can become too sensitive, Bucky withdraws his fingers and sits up. You can’t even really catch your breath, though, because in the next second he’s whipping his t-shirt off and shoving his sweatpants down far enough to free his cock.

Your thighs do clamp closed then, at the sight of how thick he is, and he tries and fails to keep his smirk hidden.

“Oh, shut up,” you wheeze.

“Didn’t say anything,” he counters.

He doesn’t let you argue, choosing that moment to shuffle closer and line up with your opening. Cautiously, he eases himself inside, inch by inch. Your mouth drops open, brows furrowing as he fills you, stretching you so perfectly. When he’s in as far as he can go, the breath wooshes out of him, his head falling back. You know he’s trying to be polite and let you adjust, but—

“Oh my god, move,” you demand, impatient.

He huffs a laugh, dropping his heavy lidded gaze to yours. “Bossy.”

“Did you really expect anything else—oh!”

The grin he aims your way after grinding into you is downright sinful. You mentally tell yourself to kick him for that later.

He grabs your hips and the pillows and settles you closer to his lap, changing the angle, then pulls out and glides back in, creating a painstakingly slow rhythm.

You have to close your eyes. You can’t look at him anymore. You knew he was probably a god in bed, but to now have firsthand experience? There was no way you’d be able to fuck anyone else without comparing them.

His grip on your hips tightens, the only warning you get before his thrusts turn sharp.

“Fuck,” you cry out, your hands reaching up to grip the pillow beneath your head.

The sound of your skin meeting his is harsh in the otherwise quiet room. Well, okay, you’re not exactly being quiet, but you can’t be blamed for that.

Bucky, however, is nearly silent. The only thing you hear from him is heavy breathing. You wonder if he’s holding back, the thought crossing your mind for a split second, and then you’re clenching around his cock, trying to see if you can gain a reaction. And boy, do you get one.

He grunts and sucks in a breath, lips parting as his eyes squeeze shut. His hips pick up their pace and hair falls into his face. You find yourself wishing he was closer so you could brush it out of the way.

Stop it, you scold yourself.

He pauses to grind into you again, your walls fluttering around his throbbing cock, and you both sigh. Bucky leans forward, hooking your legs into the crooks of his elbows, and resumes his brutal pace.

“O-Oh,” you whimper.

The new angle is heavenly, his cock dragging along a spot inside you that you thought nobody else could find. Unable to help yourself, you clutch at his arms, nails digging in.

“Shit,” he groans, thrusts faltering.

He lets go of one of your legs to slip his hand between you, rubbing at your clit and sending you that much closer to your second orgasm. He can tell you’re close, but you’re gonna need something to push you over the edge. He leans down even closer, breath fanning out against your cheek.

“C’mon,” he pants. “Let go.”

You shiver when his tongue flicks your earlobe and sucks it into his mouth, keening as the pressure builds. He thrusts harder, faster, and when you grasp his hair and pull, he growls and latches on to your shoulder, biting down. You gasp from the added pain and then you’re coming, shuddering and whining through your release. Bucky isn’t far behind, raising up and fucking into you savagely before pausing abruptly, groaning as he finally comes. He lazily thrusts a few more times to draw it out, then stops, stilling with his cock inside you.

Your hair is sticking to your forehead, as well as your shirt to your clammy back, breathing in lungfuls of air. Bucky is softly caressing your thighs, letting out shaky breaths as your pussy continues to flutter around him.

It takes several moments for you to gather your wits, for the rest of the world to come filtering back in. You are truly and completely fucked now, in every sense of the word.

“Well…” You trail off, voice scratchy.

“That was…”

“Mhm,” you mumble.

Bucky sighs heavily. “Let’s hope it worked this time.”

You hum. “Thank you for your service,” you reply with a lazy salute.

You yelp when he pinches your hip, kicking at him in retaliation. The jostling reminds you, with a gasping groan, that he’s still buried balls deep inside you.

“Um.” You cough lightly. “You wanna, you know… pull out?”

He looks down where you’re connected like it hadn’t even dawned on him. “Oh, uh. Well, I thought maybe it could, like. Help.”

His gaze stays locked, fingers flexing on your hips, and you feel like squirming again.

“I think it’s good,” you say quietly.

Bucky finally glances back up at your shy tone, cheeks pinking. He clears his throat.

“Right.”

Carefully, he eases his softening cock out of you, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from making a noise.

You can’t hold back yours, though, gasping once he’s gone. You feel unbearably empty, but refrain from voicing that incessant thought.

Bucky’s intense eyes stare at your pussy until you reach for the throw blanket next to you. He watches you throw it over your lap, drawing your legs up to your chest, and takes that as his cue, jolting into action.

“Okay, so.” He starts, then stops, climbs off your bed and pulls his sweatpants back up. “This was—I mean, if it doesn’t take this time, we can… try again.”

“Yeah,” you mutter. “Sounds good.”

He nods, bending to pick up his discarded t-shirt. “Great. I’ll just, um, see myself out, I guess.”

You nod, sending a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes in his direction. He seems to contemplate something for a second, then leans down to kiss your forehead before saying a quick goodbye and leaving.

As soon as you hear your apartment door shut, you let your tears fall.

***

It’s not really like you mean to avoid him after that.

Honest.

You simply become busy, that’s all. You definitely don’t go out of your way by taking the stairs in your apartment building to avoid possibly bumping into him in the elevator. No, you take the stairs because you could use the cardio. It’s important you stay healthy right now. And when he texts you to ask if you want to have dinner, you can’t help that you’ve got boatloads of work to catch up on—all five times he asks.

Okay, so, that’s a lie. You’re totally avoiding him. But what on earth are you supposed to say to him now? You don’t think you’d even be able to look him in the eye anymore, not after the fuck of your goddamn life.

That night confirmed what you already knew for the last two years: Bucky absolutely ruined you for anyone else.

More than anything, though, you were angry with yourself. He’d only offered because you weren’t getting your desired results the other way. You should have been able to separate your feelings and emotions from all of it. After all, none of this was about whatever you feel towards Bucky. This was about trying to conceive a baby.

You try telling yourself to get over it. He’s your best friend, you can’t just cut him off because you’re a spineless pansy.

I just need some time, you reason. You can give yourself a few days to wallow over what could have been and then you can reach out to him and pretend like everything is fine. Because it is.

***

Flash forward two weeks to you attempting to sneak into your apartment, only to jump out of your skin when you turn around and find Bucky sitting on your couch, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Oh, good, you’re still alive,” he drawls.

His tone suggests annoyance. You suppose you deserve that.

“Hey,” you say after a pause.

He stares at you for a moment longer before speaking again. “I thought we agreed we wouldn’t let it get weird.”

You agreed, you almost say, thankfully biting it back. You drop your purse on the entryway table, sliding your shoes off and making your way over to sit next to him.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble. You tug your sweater sleeves down and tuck your feet beneath you. “I haven’t ever… I’ve never been intimate with a friend before. It was just… a lot.”

It’s a half truth, at least. You haven’t had sex with a friend before. Or, well, not one you had feelings for.

“You could’ve just told me,” he replies, reaching for your hand.

You nod. “I know, and I should have, I just. Things are all out of whack lately with the whole… trying to get pregnant thing.”

“If I overstepped in any way—” Bucky starts, but you’re quick to interrupt.

“You didn’t,” you promise. “You’ve been nothing but fantastic throughout this whole ordeal. Honestly, Bucky, you’ve done way more than anyone else would have in this situation. I just had a lot going on in my head and let it get the best of me. I’m fine, I swear.”

He searches your eyes and must find what he’s looking for.

“Don’t shut me out again,” he pleads.

Heart cracking in your chest, you can only nod, shuffling closer to pull him into a hug. He buries his face in your neck and holds on tight.

***

Another week passes.

Bucky is with you as you wait for the results of the latest pregnancy test. He’s reassured you that you’ll keep trying until it happens if it didn’t work this time.

When the timer on your phone goes off, you release the breath you’ve been holding. You take tentative steps over to the sink and gingerly pick up the test.

Positive.

Your stomach swoops. It’s positive. You check again, reading the digitized screen, but it stays the same. Positive. Holy shit.

“Okay, wait, no, I need to do more. I can’t get my hopes up again,” you mutter, rushing to open the cabinet under your sink to dig out several more varieties of tests.

You don’t even wait for Bucky to leave before you’re peeing on the other sticks. He’s seen it all at this point anyway, and he doesn’t seem to care, sitting on the edge of your tub with an anxious expression. The downside is that you have to wait another few minutes for these tests to finish and you can’t sit still, pacing back and forth in the small space of your bathroom.

The timer goes off again. You feel like you’re going to throw up when you finally work up the courage to look down.

Every single one of them… Positive.

A shocked, happy laugh escapes you. You cover your mouth, turning to Bucky with wide eyes.

He rises to his full height, coming closer and peering down at the tests, then back to your teary eyed expression.

“Did we…?”

Words failing you, you nod, giggling in astonishment. Bucky’s face breaks into the biggest, handsomest, most gut-wrenching smile. His happiness is palpable and you’re suddenly so overcome with emotion. Your hands are gripping his face and angling it to align your lips to his before you register what you’re doing. He freezes and you hurriedly pull away, taking a few steps back.

“I’m so sorry, I-I don’t know why—”

“Shut up,” he cuts you off, closing the gap between you in a single stride.

He kisses you like his life depends on it, pressing your bodies as close as possible, his hands cupping your cheeks. You clutch his shirt desperately, never wanting to let go. He steals the breath straight from your lungs when he swipes at the seam of your lips with his tongue, moaning happily when you allow him access. A feeble whine from you after he flicks his tongue against yours makes him break the kiss.

“I have a confession,” he breathes into the miniscule space between your mouths.

“What?” you question distractedly.

“I’m in love with you.”

Your gaze shoots up to his, astounded. He brushes stray hairs off your forehead, runs his thumbs softly under your eyes.

“I’ve been selfish this whole time,” he reveals. “I couldn’t let you choose some random stranger to be your sperm donor, to father your child, couldn’t bear the thought of you carrying their baby, because I’ve been in love with you since the moment I met you. I wanted to be the one. And I’m sorry for not telling you sooner, but I’m not sorry I did it.”

You’re hearing the words, yet your brain can’t seem to make sense of them. Surely you’re hearing him wrong. You can’t possibly have this too, right? You can't have Bucky and have his baby…

But he’s here, very real and solid beneath your hands, looking at you like you’re his entire world.

“Bucky…” You trail off, struggling to find the right words, at a complete loss. “I-I’ve loved you for so long now, I didn’t think you…” You shake your head, a giggle escaping you as you stare at him in wonder. “I couldn’t let myself hope.”

He grins, relieved, planting a few chaste kisses to your mouth. “I know this entire circumstance is totally backwards, but I want you, and I want this baby. I meant it when I said I’m not going anywhere.”

Fresh tears gather in the corners of your eyes. “Are you sure?” you still ask.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

You have to kiss him then, uncaring of the tears that trickle down your face. The only thing you are focused on is the way his hands trail down your back, pausing to squeeze your ass, then grip underneath to lift you. Your legs wrap around his waist, arms locked around his neck, as he heads for your bed. He makes a point of throwing your extra pillows on the floor before settling between your thighs and kissing the hell out of you.

He pulls away only to undress you and himself, but he’s always back as quickly as possible, lips pressing kisses wherever he can reach. You impatiently tug at him until his lips are attached to yours again. The way he fucks his tongue into your mouth is nothing short of indecent and it sends a rush of pure want all the way to your core.

When you bury your fingers in his hair, gripping it tight, he grunts, biting your lip. You whimper and he grins as he pulls away.

“You make the most beautiful sounds,” he praises, his hands beginning to sweep down and up, tickling under your breasts.

His thumb and forefinger pinch one of your nipples and you gasp, back arching off your mattress. He repeats it on the other side, just to hear the same noise.

“Bucky, please,” you beg.

“Please what?” he prods. His hands drift further to the creases of your thighs, spreading them open. “What do you need?”

You whine, canting your hips up. “You, I need you, please.”

“You have me, sweetheart.” He tilts his head and you make a noise of frustration. “Use your words, darlin’.”

“Fuck me, please,” you burst out, feeling your pussy clench around nothing.

Bucky smiles, slow and torturous. “Yeah? Want me to fuck you? Fuck this perfect pussy until you’re so full of my come that it drips down your beautiful thighs?”

“Oh god,” you mumble.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he teases.

His fingers slide down your slit, gathering your slick then thrusts two fingers in at once. You groan brokenly, shifting your hips to try and get more friction, but he holds them down with his metal arm. Agonizingly slow, he begins fucking you with his fingers. It’s good, it’s amazing, but it’s not enough. Not when you know what his cock feels like. He takes his precious time fingering you and you’re sure you’re going to lose your mind before the day is done.

“You have no idea how incredible you felt around my cock,” he tells you in a ridiculously conversational tone. “I was trying to think of any excuse I could come up with to have you at least one more time.”

He shifts until his mouth is directly above where you’re dripping for him, and he waits until you make eye contact with him.

“But now I’m gonna spend the rest of my life making you come apart on my cock any chance I get.”

You hardly have any functioning brain cells at the moment, but even if you could form a coherent sentence you wouldn’t have been able to say it aloud, because then he’s descending and all you can feel is the wet warmth of his mouth.

He definitely doesn’t hold back this time, that much is apparent in the way he devours you, lips and tongue drawing out noises you’ve never heard yourself make, pressing his face so far into your pussy that he has to come up for air. His mouth and chin shine when you chance a look down, and when you clench on his fingers his smile goes smug at the corners.

He plants kisses along your hips, the insides of your thighs, around where his fingers are buried within you. He curls them, in search of the spot he found last time. He knows he found it when you try to close your thighs around his head and cry out. Now that he's found it, he angles to brush it on every thrust of his fingers and attaches his mouth back on your clit.

You chant his name, nearly sobbing as you approach your climax, until finally you fly over the edge. Your vision blurs and you’re not sure if you’re making any noise now, unable to hear past the blood rushing in your ears. Bucky helps you ride it out until you’re shuddering from sensitivity.

He kisses your thighs again, trailing them up your stomach and between the valley of your breasts.

“So good, did so well,” he mutters.

Weakly, you lift your hands to trace them down his toned stomach and around his back, down further so you can cop a feel of your own, smiling at his grunt of surprise.

“That was great and all,” you say, arching your back so your chest presses against his, “but I do believe I asked you to fuck me.”

He arches an eyebrow. “Who said I was done with you?” It’s apparently a rhetorical question, as he continues before you get a chance to reply. “I’m gonna fuck you until you come, and then I’m gonna keep fucking you until you come again, and only then will I come so deep inside you there’ll be zero doubt I’ve put a baby there.”

Your legs are lifted and thrown over his shoulders in a blink, his cock pushing into your pussy, dragging out a high-pitched moan from you. There’s barely a pause and then he’s fucking you, just like you asked. The pace is brutal right from the start, a steady rhythm that has you mewling and writhing in pleasure. Bucky is watching his cock as he thrusts in and out of you, his mouth hanging open slightly as he pants. He hikes your hips up a little higher and you jolt through your startled moan. This angle is divine and the telltale signs of your second orgasm start tingling at the base of your spine.

“Can feel you,” Bucky says through panting breaths, “so close. C’mon, let me feel you.”

He pulls you down on his cock, grinding into you, his thumb reaching to rub tight circles over your clit. You sob through your release, shuddering against Bucky as you clench around him. He groans, still barely moving as you come down from your high.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “Come here.”

He helps you sit up, still seated on his cock, making you both hiss from your movement. Your arms automatically wrap around his shoulders and his around your waist. He kisses you so sweetly, a stark contradiction to the way he just fucked you. When you pull away, resting your foreheads together, he grins.

“Hi.”

You crack a smile. “Hi.”

“Ready for more?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

“You think you got it in you?” you tease as you play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

The light smack to your ass startles you and you let out a soft sound of surprise, hands tugging his hair harshly. Bucky’s eyes light up.

“Interesting,” he muses.

Another slap, a little harder than the first, and you’re whimpering, your walls clenching around his still hard cock.

“I’ll play with that later,” he promises, voice breathy.

You bury your face in his neck and start shifting your hips. He takes the hint, gathering you as close as he can and thrusts up into you. He can’t pull out as far this way, but the snap of his hips more than makes up for it. You mouth at his collarbone messily, kissing and licking your way up to his jaw, biting marks wherever you see fit. You make it up to his mouth and he kisses you, wet and filthy. You suck on his tongue and a ragged moan claws its way out of his throat. The need for air eventually has you pulling away.

“It’s a good thing you love me back,” you whisper in his ear. “Nobody else could ever compare to you.”

He growls, fisting your hair and yanking your head back to look him in the eye.

“Nobody will ever compare,” he corrects.

You moan. “Yes,” you agree, whining, “No one else could’ve given me a baby.”

Bucky thrusts harder and faster at your words. You’re picking up on a few hints and you can’t say it’s not doing it for you either.

“Filled me up so good, fucked me so well. Gonna be round with your baby soon.”

“Fuck, fuck,” he keens, hurrying to lay you flat on your back so he can fuck into you easier.

The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room, your cries of pleasure mixing in with Bucky’s grunts and curses. His grip on you tightens almost painfully as he chases both your and his orgasm. You’re sure to have bruises tomorrow and you already know you'll be poking at them to remember this moment.

“C’mon, baby, wanna feel you too,” you beg.

His thumb finds your swollen clit once more. It’s beyond sensitive now, feels like a shockwave coursing through you, and without any warning, you come. You spasm around Bucky and he swears under his breath, thrusts going sloppy. With a final groan, he comes inside you, his hips moving seemingly on their own as he draws out both your pleasures. Slowly, he comes to a stop, but he leaves his cock buried in you like he did last time.

You know you’re gonna feel too empty when he does pull out, so you don’t mind sitting like this for a while. Bucky softly runs his hands across every inch of your skin he can touch and you bask in the affection. You card your fingers through his sweaty hair, smiling when he hums happily. It takes only a minute for you to notice the way his hands migrate to your stomach, and when you do you kiss his shoulder.

“Maybe we should go again later,” you suggest faintly.

Bucky grins. “We can do it a hundred more times if you want.”

“Guess I better enjoy it while I can.”

His smile goes soft at the edges.

It’s not lost on you how incredibly crazy all of this is. There will undoubtedly be a conversation, a much needed one that isn’t going to be simple or easy, but it’s necessary.

For now, though, you bask in Bucky’s warmth and loving embrace.

***

Keys jingle as they unlock the door and you perk up where you’re sprawled on the couch. Bucky enters, arms laden with bags from the convenience store.

“They didn’t have the banana ice cream you asked for,” he announces, continuing before your pout fully forms, “but they did have the double chocolate brownie kind you love so much, so I got that, as well as the sour gummy worms, beef jerky, and fried pickles from the deli on your list of demands.”

“What about—”

“And your strawberry Fanta,” he adds with a fond, slightly exasperated smile.

You’re unable to stop your expression from going soft and dreamy.

Ever since you and Bucky figured out where to go with your relationship, he’s been even more attentive and accommodating (and that’s saying something).

You expressed your worry about the possibility of something going wrong, that one or both of you would get bored and leave, or there’d be a big fight that neither of you could forgive. He was quick to reassure you of his commitment, told you there was no way he would ever get bored of you, and that as long as you both promise to talk things out in a calm, mature way, then you’d be alright.

It all sounded so easy when it was put like that. The more you thought about it, though, the more you realized he was right. It wasn’t fair to either of you to already give up before you’d even started. So you’d taken a deep breath and leaped.

Now, you’re five and a half months in, your belly steadily growing and making everyday life increasingly uncomfortable. The changes to your body were physically and emotionally draining, to say the least. Moreso the emotional side. You’d hoped you wouldn’t be one of those pregnant women with strange cravings, and for the most part they were pretty tame, but you do like to dip your sour gummy worms in banana ice cream. Bucky didn’t attempt to hide his disgust over that.

“What did I do to deserve you?” you ask on a pleased sigh.

He places your small cornucopia of goods on the coffee table. You sit up, huffing for breath during the struggle. You go to reach for the ice cream first, but Bucky catches your hand, lacing his fingers with yours and kissing your knuckles as he kneels in front of you.

“You were yourself. Smart, kind, selfless, unbelievably sexy.” You snort at that, but he’s undeterred. “And you’re giving me the best gift I could ever dream of. A family.”

Instantly, you’re crying. He’s grown accustomed to the mood swings by now, taking it in stride as he wipes away the tears with gentle hands.

“Stop being so disgusting,” you blubber through your hiccuping cries. “You’re such an asshole.”

Bucky laughs. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

You sniffle, kissing him. “Love you,” you grumble.

He leans down and plants the softest of kisses to your belly. “And I love you, little lady.”

The idea of you having a child one day always seemed foreign and unlikely, but life has a way of turning out exactly how it’s supposed to… And you wouldn’t change a thing.

[n0rmal-cat]

Worth the small wait!!

Love them so much!!

What's Yan streamers streaming name? And their real name? How would they react to a reader that just wants to be brainless after a bad burnout? Like they would be so chill with just being treated like a doll

Omg!! Yan streamer starting stream up and being like, got me a new doll! And they play that "No! Don't turn me into a marketable plushie!" Audio and then proceed to hold up a reader doll but it's just reader staying super still or like sleeping

✨

Doll streamer x reader-sweet little thing

[is this a little NSFW idk, I guess this is a warning?]

Doll maker yans name is jasper, they tell reader to call them jas though.

“Jas, I really kinda need to talk to you,” reader said into their mic.

“Of course, doll. You know I’m always here to listen,” came the warm voice in their headset. God, if they could hear it every day for the rest of their life, they would be set.

Reader continued after taking a deep breath, “Right now, I think I would rather be one of the dolls on your shelves than do anything else, including work.”

“Well, that’s perfectly fine. We can schedule a time for you to come over,” they could hear the smile in their voice.

“No, I don’t think you understand. When I get over there, I better be drooling, because if I think about anything else today, I’m going to explode.” They sat in their stream room with the lights off, the RGB of their pc and headphones emanating on their face

“Now hold on, doll. I feel like that’s a big step. Have you even considered how long you’d want to be like that? Or what level do you want?” they sounded concerned.

“I don’t know, maybe a year? Two, if I really think about it,”

“Doll, don’t think like that!” They paused, their voice softening. “I’ll give you a month to think about it. If you still feel the same, then I’ll take you up on it. But in the meantime, please, try to take care of yourself.”

Reader chugs the rest of their drink. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s changing anytime soon.”

A week later, reader ends up at the same staircase they always do, they rang the doorbell and waited.

Jasper opened the door and sighed once they saw reader, “I see you’ve made your decision then?” Reader nodded.

“Do you want to change your clothes beforehand so you’re more comfortable?” Jasper asked

“Yes, please,” the reader murmured, not even looking at them.

“Alright, tell me when you're ready, I’ll be waiting.”

They come back from the bathroom fully changed. “Come here, dear. I’ll take care of you now,” Reader is hugged to their chest. “Remember, love, you can change your decision at any point. But for now, just relax and listen to my voice,” Jasper advised.

Reader melted into the arms, sinking deeper until they were fully laying in Jas's chest, their heartbeat a calming rhythm beneath them. “Would you like to stay there doll?”

“Mhmm,” came the muffled reply

“Ok, hun,” they cooed in response.

So soft, they just wanted to slip away more than they already were.

“Is this what you wanted? To be a simple little thing?” Jasper smirked, their voice playful, “Of course, doll, don’t exert yourself with such big words. Are we only mumbling now?”

“Mgh,” the reader managed, a blush creeping across their cheeks.

“Wow, should I praise you for answering? It seems that’s what you want,” Jasper teased.

The reader blushed deeper, the warmth of Jasper’s words.

Jasper chuckles to themself.

Days turn into months that reader enjoys themselves, the constant praise they get for just existing, let alone what would happen if they actually tried to do something.

All they really need to do is sit still and look presentable, and Jasper just takes care of them anyways so honestly they just have to sit.

Sit and listen to their voice, being pet, fed, and...

"What’s my doll of the day? Oh, that’s a very good question! I got them quite a while ago, but I’m just now showing them off."

Jasper holds up a reader who has just been fed. Their eyes are glazed over, wide and bug-like, fixed directly on the camera.

"Why do they look like reader? I think you all are imagining things. And even if they did look like them, it really doesn’t matter, nor is it any of your concern."

Jasper sets them back down softly behind their keyboard with a playful smirk as they mute. "My poor dumb little thing, sorry for picking you up so fast, I just had to show off my adorable little doll" they pet readers head with their finger.

They unmute and go back to chatting.

[bewitched-hours]

CRYPTID!READER SUPREMACY !!!

Anywaysss I've arrived to give Guest 1337 x Weird ass Forest slightly humanoid Cryptid Reader( Just like F.L.O.W.E.R.S they just came on their own without the spectre)

Ok so here's the plot. During rounds and during intermissions He cannot shake the feeling of being watched. I mean he knows he's being watched like entertainment by that blasted Spectre But this one feels too close. It's probably just stress or paranoia I mean he's in a killing game FFS. I mean that's what he thought till He's the last man standing on a map with a lot of forests. After narrowly dodging 1x4 for the nth time( seriously how did Shedletsky make that?) He's just lying down next to a tree when suddenly he gets bonked on the head and looks to see it's a medkit, followed by a bloxy cola ( okkk this isn't normal) Well he's about to leave when he gets grabbed and pulled up in the tree by some sort of string. Before he can even begin to fight back or even yell he gets his mouth covered by well Reader as 1x4 passes by the pair. Guest is well confused as fuck is he cooked. After Reader pokes out and confirms that 1x4 is gone, They very gently places him down again and pats him as an apology

Round ends and he's placed back to the cabin while the others are wondering where the heck he went as he practically disappeared from their spectating box. He obviously can't tell them that the literal incarnation of sleep paralysis demon just saved him.

As he heads to his cabin he places a bloxy cola and some of Elliot's pizza at the windowsill( as a way of him saying thanks I guess, idk he's still trying to process that he got saved and technically kidnapped for a good couple of seconds) when he wakes up he finds it gone. I guess they seemed to like pizza?

HOLY YAP IM ACTUALLY SRY ABOUT THAT I JUST NEED SOMEONE TO SEE THE VISION

Interesting that some more recent reqs are for Guest... Very interesti- Dw, I see the vision and I love getting so many details to think on- (especially the "literal incarnation of sleep paralysis demon" bit LMFAO)

Reader shall get They/Them~

You were never taken. You just... Were.

You could probably go home whenever you pleased but where even was your home?

Either way, you had fun watching this constant game of cat and mouse if it weren't for one figure that intrigued you.

Guest 1337. You couldn't help but shake the feeling that he was special. Something about him intrigued you.

And with the added bonus that the Spectre either didn't notice or care about your presence, you could pretty much do as you pleased.

But Guest could tell there was something stalking him. He could sense your presence but never found your pair of eyes watching from the shadows.

He tried oh-so-hard to tell himself it was stress or paranoia, given that the Spectre basically put him in a sort of purgatory. But that all came to change when he had to escape 1x for what felt like the millionth time in a damn forest of all maps.

He was LMS and just trying to recover by a tree when you decided to surprise him, dropping a medkit and bloxy cola right in his lap.

At least, that's where you were aiming. It sadly ended up on his head which you felt a pang of guilt from. But he was hesitant to take it, given that he didn't understand what was happening.

By the way, did you know your hearing was greater than his? Well, you were about to prove as much when you waited for him to be patched up and collect the bloxy cola before you used a string-like substance to pull him into the tree you were in, your strange paw-like hands covering his mouth and holding him still as you both watched 1x run past with audible frustration.

He was confused to say the least, even more so when you began to simply let him back down gently and patted his head as a way to say sorry. He was so sure you would kill him but you didn't???

Before he could even question it though, he was back in the survivor's cabin with the others quickly surrounding him for answers.

"You were completely gone for a moment!" Chance exclaimed. "What happened???"

All he could do was shrug though, because knows what they'd think if he told them some weird Cryptid just saved him...

Moving on from that spectacle... He couldn't help but think about that strange encounter over and over again, even catching himself glancing to the windows in hopes of seeing your figure in the distance... Whatever it might be.

The other survivors noticed it too but all they got was an awkward confession that he had no clue what he was searching for, just that he had an odd feeling.

Elliot eventually sent him to his cabin early with a Bloxy Cola and some Pizza, telling him to just rest up for now. "Whatever happened when you disappeared clearly affected you, so just try to get some rest for now and hopefully it won't happen again."

He didn't fight it. Just went out quietly and unbeknownst to him, you were looking back at him with a hint of affection sparkling in your gaze. You even watched him enter his cabin before approaching with care.

Any wrong move or sound and you were caught. But the thrill was neat!

Arriving at one of his windows, you noticed the Pizza and Bloxy Cola on the windowsill with a note attached. Guest was already laying peacefully in bed and trying to sleep so you tried to be as quiet as possible.

'Thanks I guess' was all that was written on the note but you took it regardless, carving a little smiley into the wood in the hopes of him seeing it in the morning as you snuck off to see how good this stuff really tasted.

And true as you were, Guest did see the smiley in the morning, chuckling to himself as he wondered if there would be any future meetings with you outside of rounds.

He certainly didn't have anything against it...

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[bonbonly]

Wait because why do I need to hear more about college lando like I feel like he would be into corrupting his innocent friend IDK MAYBE IM JUST SELF PROJECTING AT THIS POINT

Sorry if this didn’t make sense bonbon I’m running off like an hour of sleep 😭

-🎃

no no dont apologize! 🎃 anon you are onto something here ok

bon's thoughts (18+)

collegeau!lando. ok im writing this and had like the filthiest thought come into my mind oh my goddd but i can see you being top of the class, sitting in the front and answering all the questions in class. lando's sitting in the back, sleeping most of the time but there's rare occasions when you drag him to the front and he watches you raise your hand and ask questions that impresses the professors. he's a bit jealous, but then realizes that instead of trying to be like you, why couldn't you be more like him?

you're so innocent and sweet, it all comes to plan when he invites you to the library late at night. you never went to the library at night, only the morning because you always rambled on about how 8 hours of sleep was required for a good day. he reasons that its a friday night, it's ok and that was the only reason you show up in the private study room. you open the door and see him stroking his cock, eyes glued on his laptop as he's taking notes.

"lando?" you frown, eyes traveling to his hard cock. he waves at you, greeting you with a smile, though you can't seem to understand what he's doing, "lando what's going on?"

"oh, this? this helps me study!" he smiles, going back to stroking his cock as he's reading the notes you sent him earlier in the day. you frown,

"really? i know almost every study technique, i-i've never heard of this," you reply, tilting your head to get a better look at him.

"that's because only i use this technique, i found it out one day but i can't seem to perfect it. i just... i just think im not good at it. could you help me out?" lando asks, and you nod your head. you'd do anything to help your friend!

he directs you to your knees, and has you under the table. he's this close to giggling, he can't believe how innocent you are... how stupid you could be to let him do this to you! this is so much fun to him, and he presses his thumb into your mouth, opening it gently before guiding you down on his cock. he nearly cums right there, your mouth feels like heaven. he's having you suck his cock the whole night, your throat is covered in just his cum and when it's around 5 am, you're whining about how he ruined your sleep schedule.

"but you helped me study!" he exclaims and you shrug your shoulders,

"I guess so... as long as it helps you to study."

and so for the rest of the semester (and maybe for the rest of your years at uni) every friday night consists of you sucking on lando's cock, he even goes so far as to have your pussy wrapped around him as he's fucking into you like a madman, refusing to elaborate how exactly this benefitted his studying but you're very thankful that his grades are improving, somehow.

you're still top of the class, don't worry about that, lando would never ruin your education like that. but it was really funny to see you sitting in the front row with his cum dripping down your thighs, cock drunk to the max because now you're insisting you can only study with his cock stuffed inside your cunt.

that's a win for him.

[fizzy-blood]

Coral again 🪸🫡

Tim / Masky nsfw headcanons PLS

Tim & Masky Headcanons🌲 [NSFW]

I ACCIDENTALLY HAD THIS POST DELETED TWICE AND I'M GOING INSANE!! Also, you're the first anon I've had that named themselves so congrats on that ^_^ also gn reader/'S/O'. Thank you so much for sending in two asks! I'll post the first one when I can <3 /p

WARNING: NSFW/18+ CONTENT [Breeding kink, spanking/hitting, orgasm denial, mentions of degrading, kinda public sex? Gun violence!!(Yay!!!/s)]

Tim

I'm gonna be honest with y'all... He's kinda vanilla.. Not that there's anything wrong with that ofc... But I know this fandom is full of freaks (ME INCLUDED)

But I do think he has some sort of breeding kink

Idk man but the idea of getting his S/O (you) knocked up just does something to him (even if that's not possible)

I feel like he would have wanted kids at some point in his life and the idea of getting you pregnant probably helps with that... Even if raising a child would be kinda impossible with his current situation...

Now... I'm gonna be honest again... He isn't super big...

It's average size so around 5 inches (12-13 cm for my fellow maple syrup drinkers... Also other non American folks)

But he's definitely got more girth than the average person!

And he's also surprisingly good in bed? Like??

He's very sweet and tries his best to be gentle (but sometimes gets a bit rougher when he's close)

If you want him to be rough or go faster he will... But he'll be asking if you're ok immediately after you both finish! (Aftercare with this man is 🤤 but more on that later)

And I did say he was very sweet so I guess I should just specify that he likes to praise you

It's very sappy for someone who's normally kinda rude to everyone but it's still a great experience!

Though he doesn't really like to shave or trim to often... But if you asked really nicely he'd probably do it a bit more often (I love hairy men 🗣️)

Masky

But Masky on the other hand? Ha! He'd spit in your face and tell you to keep quiet while he pounds into you... (... Me next... OMG WHO SAID THAT!?)

But seriously... This guy will barely talk during sex, but when he does it's almost always to degrade you or order you around

And if you don't do as he says there are two punishments

The first one only works if he had any control over you being able to finish up and cum

Aka, orgasm denial!

He'll do what he wants to do and just leave you in whatever state you're in

And if not? If he can't control you like that?

Spanking!

Now, he prefers to use his hand but will use a paddle or some sort of object if he has one nearby

But again, normally uses his hand for it

He'll force you to bend over his knees or lay across his lap so he can do it properly

He also likes making you count how many

And if you mess up? He'll start over and make you count again...

Also... Kinda unrelated but this guy loves fucking you in the middle of the woods for some reason?

Against a tree or on the ground... Doesn't really matter as long as you're outside...

And yes, a hiker did come across it once... The guy almost immediately got shot by Masky

Speaking of getting shot! He almost immediately put the guy to your head with the safety off while he was fucking you. No, he did not apologize!

Over all kind of a lot... Not bad if you're into being used like that though...

After care!!

(Masky doesn't really do aftercare so this is all Tim)

He'll lay with you for a bit before slowly getting up and stretching

After that he'll look down at you and ask if you need water or food or maybe even a bath..

If you feel like you're struggling to walk he'll try to carry around his cabin or your house (depending on where you guys were)

If you have a bath he'll sit next to the tub and talk to you, making sure you're alright and everything

And if you ask him really nicely he might even join you in there!!

After that he'll help you dry off and take you back to bed to sleep (and cuddle)

Aftercare is a 10/10 experience honestly

AHHH! FINALLY DID IT! (And I actually really liked this one) thank you again for sending in the ask and I hope you enjoyed this ^_^ and again, asks are open

-Fizz

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[inqti]

To love you again.

Pairing: NONE MC Reader x Xavier (Reader would be addressed as Y/n, mc is still mc ofc)

Tag: angst, bittersweet, mention of d€ath.

Synopsis: Maybe you’ve mistaken his action for such feeling as love. All these times you’ve thought you and him could’ve become something more than just the guy next door.

A/N: TT ok I’m not that experienced with angst but I wanna try it. Please don’t mind it I’m still an amateur writer. Idk if I wanted to make pt2 but that’s gonna be depended how this part go first

Who would have thought that a mere stranger who helped you out on the day when people who you've grown up with, people from your own bloodline abandoned you had somewhat become the most important person you've cherished above all.

Xavier, the man who had saved you from your dire situation 6 years ago now is your partner in crime, not so reliable when it come cooking but the best for fighting off wanderer. Though your evol isn’t as fascinating or as strong as his you wondered how you even ended up pairing with the strongest Hunter among the associations until you’ve discovered that he personally request captain Jenna for you to be his partner from your other co worker, Tara.

You’ve started to become aware of his little action toward you little by little and soon those action made your heart flutter every now and then. It took you long enough to gather your courage for today you’ve decide to come face to face to confess to him.

You were standing right in front of his flat taking a deep breath before knocking over his door. Silence.

Huh that’s weird. You thought to yourself before knocking again. Yet again all you got back was silence. You called out his name incase he was unaware of your knocking.

“Xavier? Are you there?” You called out to him but still no answer back. You were about to grab the door knob and turn it but a lady passed by suddenly spoke up.

“Oh were you looking for this owner of this apartment ? He had moved out few days ago.”

Huh..? Move out? Since when..? Why didn’t he tell me. You bow to the lady thanking her for telling you.

You took out your phone and was about to text him and bombarded him with questions that’s been piling up in your head. The moment you open your contact you suddenly stopped yourself..

“Why should I asked him..? It’s his choice to move out. Why do I have to involved in his personal business” you scoffed at yourself for being worked up over the man who probably just see you as his friend..

After all it’s not my right to demand to know everything from him…

On that same evening as you were strolling down back to your place after your mission you’ve spotted Xavier walking with someone..

That familiar girl..isn’t she the new girl who joined us a few days ago why are they walking together

You couldn’t help but wonder your head off and suddenly it clicked when you saw them walking into the same apartment building. Is that why he moved out.. a pang of pain hit you right in the face when you finally connected the dots.

You’ve learnt he moved out from his place to be here close to her. And just as this wasn’t enough the next day at your work you’ve gotten assigned a new partner and Xavier would be working with the new girl..MC

“Y/n?” Tara voice snapped you out from your day dreaming after dazing into your report paper that you supposedly need to submit to captain Jenna.

“You’ve been spacing out since last morning..are you doing ok?”

You let out a sigh before giving her slight nod

“I’m ok..just a bit tired didn’t sleep well last night that’s all.”

Obviously how could you be sleeping well after finding out the reason why Xavier had moved out from your neighbor without letting you know and he couldn’t care enough to let you know even just a text from him would make you at least be at ease but no.

You were used to him telling about what he did daily..either it’s a small thing such as him getting a proper meal or big news such as him learning new recipes and succeed it.

And when he moved out, he didn’t even text you let alone telling you face to face despite seeing each other very often at work. He just moved out leaving you in the same place while he finally found a new place where he’ll probably be way more contented there. He moved out as if your memories with him where you spent every single moment with him when you both going in and out each other places for movie, for late work together, for sleep over..

This feeling gave you a sense of deja vu back when you first met him 6 years ago when nobody was there for you but he was there for you. He was like a ray of light into your life opening up a new chapter for you to finally lift of your dark place. You thought you finally found the one who would stay by your side but now that hope snapped and now you’ve found yourself back in that same situation all over again.

But at least this time, you were doing better. Maybe it’s better to not bother him anymore. You let out a sighed before getting off your seat and head toward captain Jenna office until you came across a room filled with laughter and joy..and you recognize the voice too well..that you wish your ears were lying to you.

And in that room you saw him, Xavier stood side by side with her, laughing with her so effortlessly, as if the years between you meant nothing. As if he hadn’t once stayed up all night patching up your wounds, sharing stolen meals in quiet alleyways, or making your world just a little less dark. It would be lying to say you weren’t hurt to the gut for witnessing this moment but what can you even do…you can’t force a love onto someone.

You quietly left before they both caught onto you and went to captain Jenna and submitting your report to her. Before leaving she suddenly asked. "Did something happen between you and Xavier?"

You turned to her and give her a smile before answering

"No, nothing happened between us captain" Jenna let out a sigh before rubbing her temples. "I just want to confirm since yesterday Xavier came in and request me to change a partner which I thought did you two get into a fight"

How ironic...he was the one who request for me to be his partner and now he just change me out as if I was just a placeholder waiting to replaced at any moment and I guess now is the right moment.

You almost let out a sneered at the thought but you held it back before denying all of Captain Jenna assumption and left her office.

That same night you went to the HQ rooftop, your escape space. The cold wind blew brushing your face sending you chill.

Just as you were admiring the stars a memory brought you back to the time you would sat here with Xavier counting stars with him and naming them with silly names.

"Y/n?"

You didn’t need to turn your head around. You didn’t have to. You knew that voice too well.

“What are you doing out here it’s getting late.”

“Nothing. Just trying to let everything sink in.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry…?” You let out a dry laugh as a lump started to form in your throat. “Don’t you think it’s too late now?”

Xavier flicked his gaze avoiding your eyes trying to find the right word to put in to you. A moment of suffocating silence pass by until he broke the ice.

“Y/n, it’s just…I’ve found her…the girl I’ve been searching for years…the sole reason and purpose for me to be here”

And it hit you, you had expected this day will come sooner or later but you weren’t prepare for it to hurt this much. You knew about him more than any other hunters among the association.

“So just when you finally found her you’re just gonna abandoned—“

You paused mid sentence and had to bite back your words knowing it all useless to vent your heart out. Plus you and him weren’t together why should you have to be mad over this matter, the least for you to do as for right now is to congratulate him.

He’s been wandering around this earth over centuries to find his one and only girl, his girl, his queen.

“Congratulations Xavier.” You forced a smile that didn’t reach your ears and fight back your tears from rolling down your face.

And since then you gradually distance yourself from him silently love him from the sideline until you can’t anymore.

The moment you opened your eyes you found yourself in the familiar white ceiling and the smell of disinfectant fill your nose. It's been days, you've been bedridden and you have taken some days off from work.

You wondered if Xavier would’ve noticed anything. You hated yourself despite being in this stage where your life barely clinging on to the string you still thought about him hoping he would notice your absence.

But you couldn’t blame him, you knew how long he’s been waiting for the moment his true love showed up. You’ve known him long enough to understand this side of him because if you were in his shoes you would’ve done what he did too.

As for now, you felt nothing more than gratitude toward him because before she showed up you were there. You were grateful for the experience of what it meant to be loved. He was there and make your life a little less darker.

“At least, I was able to love him. That’s enough for me. And if there’s another life, I’d love to fall for him over again…because that’s what keeps me going…”

You gave a weak smile to Tara and Captain Jenna as tear fall down your cheek one last time before everything went completely blank. You didn’t tell anyone about this, especially Xavier.

“He can finally spend his spring with his beloved this time.”

And after that the world had gone completely blank. Your consciousness slowly fading as your body finally gave up, you didn’t want to fight this anymore. All you could hear was Tara soft sobbing beside you and everything become a blur..and the only one memory you remember was back how happy you and Xavier were when you two were sitting together counting stars together sharing a cozy blanket before shutting your eyes completely.

[matteglaze]

waitwaitwait relating to the can shigaraki read ask i feel like he would need glasses? but ofc no glasses for the might leader of the LOV (+ dragging this man to the doctor is harder than one may think...) so his vision is just getting worse and so y/n just reads for him. idk i get soft when i think abt reading/cooking/doing chores that kurogiri would do for tomura.

Shigaraki makes you read questionable things

I think because of the lack of sleep Shigaraki gets, his eye sight becomes more and more strained. This is probably exacerbated because of his late night gaming sessions.

It's not a big deal, he reasons. Many people don't get enough sleep, it's not just him.

I actually think Shigaraki could get a doctor to prescribe him glasses or eye contacts with AFO's help (the man's pretty influential let's be real), but I think the reason Shigaraki doesn't is because he won't say anything about it.

He's taken loss, after loss, after loss. Sensei doesn't need to know he's struggling with his eye sight,

Sensei doesn't need to view him as something weak.

It's embarrassing, but Shigaraki is just quiet about it. However, I don't think his eye sight is necessarily bad, I feel like he's still able to read, just not if the text is really small, plus it's better if you do it for him.

"If you tell anyone about this, I swear I'll kill you.." Shigaraki grumbles, scratching at his neck as he glares your way.

You look down at him, pumping up your fist with a small grin "sure thing, boss!"

And that's how you find yourself standing next to his gaming chair, reading the dialogue from a busty girl on Shigaraki's screen. One look at her, and you can tell she's supposed to be some sort of Yakuza love interest. (actually, you know this for a fact, because her nickname is literally Yakuza-chan.)

You clear your throat and read, "Uh... Well, boss, I'm sure you need my protection— so don't worry about a thing, boss!"

This love interest sure does use the word 'boss' a lot, huh?

Shigaraki definitely does this on purpose, choosing characters that either look like you or have your mannerisms. Then he gets you to read their sickenly sweet dialogue, and it's almost like he's getting the real thing.

A cheat code that he managed to find all by himself.

"Now you guys just moved to a beach date." You start to describe the images on screen, but you're cut off once Shigaraki pinches your wrist with his pointer finger and thumb. You let out a pained grumbled, but Shigaraki just clicks his tongue at your antics.

"I can see that, idiot, I'm not blind"

"Okay...whatever you say...wait, hold on, choose this option" you lean over his body and press your finger against the screen, "this will definitely score you some love points"

Shigaraki turns your way, faces inches apart, "huh, you're pretty good at this.."

You turn your attention from the screen to him, a smug look overtaking your features.

"What can I say? The ladies love me"

"I take back what I said." Shigaraki grumbles, turning his head to the side and leaning back into his gaming chair, trying to put a distance between you two; blush on his pale face strikingly prominent. He can only hope that you don't notice.

And you don't— because after awhile you've also found yourself invested in this game, because if you're really going to stand around and read for him you may as well have fun doing it.

"Ok, now choose this option"

Shigaraki hovers his cursor over the option you suggested, 'compliment her swimsuit', but instead he chooses the other one, 'what do you think about my swimsuit'

What do you think about my swimsuit, Yakuza-chan?

"Eugh Boss.. I told you to pick the other one... No girl wants to compliment a guys lame shorts." You grumble, slightly grabbing on Shigaraki's shoulder and shaking him.

"All of our progress! Wasted!"

Even though you complain, you end up reading Yakuza-chan's (stupid name, by the way) dialogue, anyway.

"Ah, boss, I think it's really cute— because you're realize cute, wait I messed that part up, because you're really cute. My little boss, who's a... A what"

You blanch at the next words, 'who's my good little boy', and feel yourself scrunch your nose up. It took such an adrupt turn, you reread it again to yourself.

Well, you weren't aware of the fact that it was this type of game, but that's on you for assuming Shigaraki would waste any storage space downloading a wholesome otome game.

".. What, read it." Shigaraki grumbles.

You awkwardly clear your throat, averting your gaze from the screen and instead looking at the floor.

"Well, you said you aren't blind...can't you see this part.. It's not important to the story or anything"

"It's blurry"

You have a feeling he isn't being too honest, and you think to yourself, perhaps you indulge Shigaraki too much.

i know you meant reading as in like, cute wholesome reading and theyre both sitting together and Shigaraki eventually dozens off or something, but i just can't resist otome nerd tomura

[sheastri]

Can I Call You Rose? ft. ln4

Pairing: lando norris x fem!black reader

Genre: Social Media AU + Story

Summary: In which the reader grew up in a household where she was never able to express herself properly due to her father. Lando heals her inner child and helps her experience all the things she wasn't able to when she was younger.

Warning(s): None.

A/N: No specific facecast, just the gorgeous black girls of pinterest!!

Also please send requests, whether they're movie based, book based, song based, or even original. Spill your brains and I'll bring the ideas to life the best I can.

Dedicated to all the young girls around the world growing up with immigrant parents who they knew loved them but didn't know how to show it. You will find someone who allows you to express yourself and heals you inside out.

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Flashback To Y/n's Childhood

13 years ago

Y/n had just turned 10 years old and was excited to celebrate her birthday. Her mother had suggested they all go out and grab dinner at a restaurant of her choice as her birthday treat. They were at home getting ready and just about to leave when her father had said something.

He had insulted her mother and she knew immediately that it would prompt a whole argument so she grabbed the car keys. She made sure to tell her sister, who immediately followed behind her, before she went outside to the car to wait for their parents.

When everyone had gotten in the car it was dead silent. Nobody spoke a word until her father attempted to break the silence with a joke, not an apology, a joke.

Her mother had laughed and went back to speaking to her father like nothing had happened. Y/n and her sister had looked at each other before going back to their phones. Out of nowhere her father begin to go on a rant, well yapping spree, about how this generation was always on their phones and started to talk about how his life growing up in Jamaica was.

Both her and her sister laughed as their mother commented on his very animated story and the atmosphere felt lighter, as though everyone could breathe again. They laughed and conversed until they pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, Olive Garden.

It wasn't giving birthday dinner but Y/n's been craving it for weeks now, the only reason they couldn't go was because of her dad. He didn't like their food and made sure to make it known. He had eaten something before they left so she could hopefully enjoy just eating her food.

They ordered and while they were waiting her dad decided that he needed to complain more. He started with a joke about how she kind of left him to starve and how next time she should be more considerate. Her mother laughed and her sister spoke up about how she didn't like Olive Garden that much either.

Y/n eventually excused herself to the bathroom and went into a stall deciding to just cry. Safe to say her 10th birthday was ruined.

Alexa play "Can I Call You Rose".

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y/nsdiary ya'll the view is next level 🤭

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I Wanna Plant You in my Heart, Oh, So Love Can Grow

Y/n and Imani had bought tickets to attend the Miani Grand Prix since they happened to be in town. Y/n wasn't so much as interested in formula one as Imani was so she was pretty much just tagging along for the ride. It was Thursday and they had come in for what was known as "a pit-lane walk" because Imani had wanted an oppurtunity to talk to some of her favorite drivers. Most notable were Oscar Piastri and Lewis Hamilton. Y/n, personally was a Lando girl. She wasn't a hardcore fan but she tuned in every once in a while and used social media to keep up with everything going on within the formula one community. They were walking around when someone bumped right into y/n knocking the cold matcha out of her hand. It had gotten over her and the opposing force. She looked up, feathers a bit ruffled and was jumpscared, mostly because she expected some rando, with the face of Lando Norris. They were both frozen for a bit before he helped her up. After he had helped her though he stared at her for a long time and she just averted her gaze before accidentally getting caught in his eyes. She let out a soft laugh at the situation before apologizing. Lando's eyes momentarily widened before he quickly began to stutter out apologies. Y/n just laughed at his nervousness before he offered to help her find some clean clothes. Y/n looked at Imani who had given her a thumbs up before giving her that look with her eyebrows raised which made Y/n let out a soft sigh. She took Lando up on the offer and they walked off. Many people looked up at them seeing them both giddy and drenched in Matcha. The upcoming weekend Lando had won and joked with Y/n about having her come and visit again along with a cup of matcha in hand.

Can I Call You Rose? 'Cause Your Thorns Won't Let Blood In Too Soon

It had been almost 2 months since the incident and since then Lando and Y/n had kept in contact. At the moment Lando was trying to convince Y/n to go to the beach and have dinner with him but as more than friends. Y/n had turned the idea down due to being scared of the prospect of a romatic relationship. Eventually due to a bit of convincing from Imani and communicating her feelings to Lando directly she had given him a chance. She had dressed up in a cute pink two piece in which she wore her swimsuit under. She had 2 gold necklaces stacked on top of eachother, one shorter than the other along with some lightly colored bangals. Her makeup was pretty light and she had on strawberry sceneted perfume. She heared the doorbell ring and rushed down with her purse before taking a deep breath and fixing up her hair. She opened the door and was met with a giant boquet of pink flowers. Lando angled the flowers in his arms so that he could make himself visable but also be able to take in her look. If the weight of the flowers hadn't kept him grounded he would've thought he had died, had ascended to the heavens, and had seen an angel. He took her in with all his five senses. His eyes had been blessed, his ears had the pleasure of being able to listen to her soft voice, his hands had the ability to caress and hold hers, his nose was able to take in the scent of strawberry that surrounded her, and his mouth was able to taste wonderful cooking. He never wanted to depart from her. She invited him in and had him place the flowers on the dining table until she came home later to figure out where to place them around her house. He held out his hand for her and led her to his car.

"What a gentleman you are tonight Mr. Norris." Y/n teased with a soft smile on her face.

"Only for you Mrs. Norris." Lando teased back earning him a soft slap from Y/n.

They ate at the restaurant first before going to the Beach soon after. It was late evening but the sun still had yet to set. Y/n wore a swimsuit but didn't plan on going in the water. She had brought a book. It was more out of habit since she was stuck watching her siblings play instead of being able to enjoy the trip. Lando had gotten into his swimsuit and wasted no time jumping in the water before coming out a bit after. He gave her a look with his eyebrow raised and she immediately got up, book long forgotten, and began to run. He chased her for a while, letting her think she was getting away before sneaking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her torso.

"Lando, no. Don't do this to me." Y/n had said dramatically while dying of laughter, already out of breath from all the running.

"Sorry love, it had to be done." Lando says laughing as he now moves one his arms under her legs and runs into the ocean.

After they were both soaked and tired but for Lando the most important thing was that Y/n had fun.

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[eldritch-spouse]

Hear me out ok? In the middle of the night u just get rlly needy and horny but u dont have the guts to wake vesper up so u use his belly mouth instead to get off. Idk if im mistaken but i think u mentioned about vesper's belly mouth is awake even in the night?

[Yep, correct! Fem reader.]

TW: Somnophilia; Dubious consent then enthusiastic consent.

It's its own special type of Hell, living with Vesper.

Not because he treats you badly. Quite the contrary, as soon as you started making efforts to accept your new reality, he was the first one to volunteer any sort of help, hoping to make you feel as comfortable here as you did in your home, back on the surface. And, putting aside the volumes of mixed feelings you have regarding all this, it's... Sweet of him to at least care about your comfort.

That's not the problem.

The problem is your ceaseless libido.

Ever since you woke up in this ring, in his mansion, you've been burning up with arousal. You're always some degree of wet, sensitive, mind heading to the gutter far too frequently. You want everything and everyone, you want Vesper's touch on your body at every. Possible. Moment. You want him to slip his fingers and tongue anywhere he can and you want him to pick you up like a fucktoy whenever he pleases- Because it feels like nothing will ever sate you these days.

When you brought these concerns to the King, he was more than thrilled by the knowledge, though also a tad empathetic. It must be jarring, yes, he cooed, but you'll soon come to embrace your own desires. They're your true nature, after all.

It was... A strange conversation. To say the least.

Thankfully, Lust is the last place in the universe where you can be judged for excessive sexual cravings. It isn't the possible judgment of others that stops you from going all in, your own thoughts are what makes you hesitate.

Because, even if Vesper has made it very clear that you're to deliberately seek him out when you're bothered -No matter what he's up to- He can't possibly mean all the time, right?

It's common sense that you're not supposed to wake the Icon of Lust from a dead sleep just so you can have sex. How selfish of you! He's a King, he needs his rest.

But Gods... You're so fucking horny.

You can feel your heartbeat in your cunt. Maybe it's from sleeping in the same bed as him, where his loose fluff spreads sometimes, getting into the sheets, contaminating them. That must be the cause of your misery, in retrospect.

Well... You could get up. Look around, have a drink, return to bed after cooling off and enjoying the view from his lavish home. But you're comfortable.

And his smell... Oh, you inhale the pillow between you two faintly, it's addictive.

You don't want to get up. At all. Leaving this room sounds awful.

The tiniest bit of light creeps in through a gap in the massive curtains of your resting chambers, allowing some of the faint reddish glow of night to slink its way in, highlighting the form of your massive, recently proclaimed husband. Vesper sleeps soundlessly, a hand over his chest, the other, once holding you to his side, now dormant on the sheets, fingers periodically twitching. He sleeps bare, to absolutely no one's surprise. Legs faintly parted, offering a view you admire shamelessly in the dark. You've no doubt he has watched you like this before, so it's more than fair you get to ogle as well.

He's gorgeous. He's hot. So hot. You're married to the hottest thing that ever lived. Gods, he's such a whore.

Another flare of heat travels its way up from your loins. It would be exceptionally easy. All you'd have to do is palm at his exposed slit for a moment or two and he'd pop those treats out for you. All for you. He wouldn't even care, it's probably normal for Vesper-

With a shake of the head, you push said thoughts away as hard as possible. See? Not a moment of rest, all these gross ideas swimming around like they belong, like it's right. You're above something so rude!

But you're not above touching yourself in the same bed.

In your humble defense, you need this. You really need this, or you're going to scream and drag yourself on the ground like a bitch in heat. Panties are swiped aside with great haste, both hands quickly darting for the crux of your fire. It takes literally no effort for you to be able to slide two fingers into yourself, then three, trying to roll your clit in the best angle at the same time. It's clumsy, hurried, and unfortunately, fruitless. Instead of relieving you of this insurmountable heat, all it does is incense you further- Wishing it was more, better, bigger.

Wishing it was Vesper that's fucking your little body the way he pleases.

A whimper almost makes it past your clenched teeth.

Beside you, there's sudden movement. A large tail swatting back and forth -Wagging?- While Vesper's brows furrow and his breathing hastens rhythmically, like he's sniffing. When you halt, mortified, so does his stirring.

Idiot.

What a bright idea. As if the King of Lust wouldn't feel your desire right next to him.

Childish irritation settles in you as you sit on your own stewing arousal, sulking. Until a loud rumble jolts you, that is. After a pause of stunted blinking, you put two and two together.

While the demonlord may be fast asleep, a part of him is clearly active. Gaze falling to Vesper's abdomen, his sizeable second mouth can be seen parted, greedily flicking a fat tongue over sharp chops. It pants, a dopey sort of smile, muscle lolling as it very easily detects some poor horny sap nearby.

Or, maybe it recognizes you already. This certainly isn't your first meeting with Vesper's second mouth.

Amused, getting a couple of nasty ideas, you smile at the organ. " Hello there... " You whisper to it.

It doesn't react too much to the sound of your voice, although gleefully wets its lips and chuffs, waiting. You're sure it'll settle back down given enough time.

It's just a matter of ignoring it.

...

......

Fuck it.

Guilty eyes glance from Vesper's peacefully resting complexion to the shifting mouth beneath, and you gulp, self-control falling victim to rabid want. Again.

Slowly, silently, you wriggle out of your undergarments, keeping your breath in check as you move to straddle Vesper's abdomen. Given the size difference, and he seems to plump in a couple areas, you have a difficult time stretching your legs enough to encompass his waist.

Little does it matter, as you don't even get to sit before that muscle has already slapped itself onto your soaked cunt with a decidedly loud PLAP. Cosmic luck alone prevented you from moaning immediately. Vesper turns his face, then settles once more.

This might have been a bad idea.

The mouth is merciless on you, drool slathered on your tights, ass and belly as it gluttonously slurps at you, making lurid sounds you hope to whatever's out there won't wake the King. Terrible idea or not, it's well worth the trouble, because it's exactly the type of pressure you need to get off.

A sweet sigh makes it past your lips when shaky legs lower, having to brace your palms firmly on each side of the bed when the mouth starts smooching tenderly at your lips. How... Sweet. Cute.

Then, suddenly, it latches on. Literally. Its size allows the organ to wrap around your groin easily, applying an all-encompassing suction delicious enough to have you rolling your eyes and jerking your hips forward, nerve endings frying on a pan. God fuck yes, you didn't know it could do that!

An orgasm approaches fast, likely due to how long you've been waiting for it, building up tension. As sensation makes your lower body jerk and tense, shaky legs press you harder against that hungry maw, almost nicking yourself with bold teeth. It feels wonderful. Delightful.

Even asleep, only Vesper can make you feel this good. It's almost too funny a concept to be true.

Nothing halts the flow of keens and gasps you offer when it pauses its slurping to shove that roving muscle into your pussy, flirting with your entrance a little before feeding you more and more and more of itself, until you're groaning at the fullness. The first experimental undulation it makes is so strong that you legitimately moan out, loud and clear, dropping squarely onto Vesper and holding on for dear life as your jostled with each thrust.

You're sure you're drooling on his belly, though it hardly matters, eyelids fluttering, nonsensical pleas chanted in the dark.

" Oh fuck- Yes- Please please please, I need to come. Fffuck, I need to come... "

You're so close! It's right there, you can't wait to get licked and sucked as you ride it out, it'll be so-

" Mm, why didn't you say so? "

You don't even get to have a moment of shame when realization dawns. Large hands grab onto your hips and screw you onto the demonlord's tongue hard enough to make you see stars, the movement in your walls so frantic that you have no choice but to howl in bliss before a single excuse could flow past your parted lips.

And all you can do is flail and cry in overstimulation when Vesper continues sucking at all the arousal you can offer him.

" My Queen should want for nothing. "

His sickly magenta eyes leer at you from the darkness.

" You will come. "

It's a promise.

[imliterallyf7ckin9crazy]

꧁✬⋆°◦. 𝓢𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓭 𝓖𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓒𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 ⋆°◦✬꧂

Gi hun if you died

Characters: gi hun (player 456)

Warnings: angst obvi, death and canon violence,descriptions of dead people and blood, mental breakdowns, typical things that happens when someone close to someone else dies tragically idk. Also not edited we ball

A/N: these are kinda short but I’m deciding to write for evil and make something sad.

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ᏢᏝᎯᎽᎬᏒ 456

- you already know he would be hysterical. Did you see him with sae byeok, sang woo and jung bae?

- doesn’t matter if you knew him outside the games or met inside, I feel like if he cared about you he’d be heart broken

- if you knew him on the outside he would have at the start vowed within himself to get you out. He would also tell you to stay close to him like he did Jung bae. He’d constantly have a look out for you and insist you stay in his team.

- gi hun after everything isn’t the type for grand gestures or anything but his care for you is clear. He will definitely share his food, tell you to sleep in his proximity, constantly checking in. He’s 100% worried all the time and all the more determined to you out (along with the others ofc)

- he’d be giving you advice, comforting you, watching over you at night. He’s your rock in the games and even if you don’t know it your his rock too

- you are kinda the thing he clings to. Not physically, but emotionally. He needs to see that you’re ok all the time and that he can get to you if you need saving. He talks to the other players about teamwork and looking out for each other and he does believe that but he’s also trying to cement people to look after you if he dies.

- you trusted him and always believed what he told you. You and the few people in his trusted circle know he isn’t crazy and know he really has played before. One of them particularly so.

- after the successful over take of the guards after lights out you had helped everyone prepare to invade. You were very anxious to let your precious gi hun run a war with no were to escape from. But he told you he could never live with himself if he didn’t do EVERYTHING he could to get you out, even if it meant sacrificing himself to do it.

- you noticed friend young il always seemed to be a step ahead. Constantly hanging around gi hun and by proxy you. To you it almost seemed like he saw something no one else could. He had a confidence no normal person would have in a death game. It’s not even artificial like thanos’ drug induced euphoria.

- you and Jung bae have discussed young il before and how for some reason you both couldn’t shake that something about him was wrong. You had no proof between the both of you but vibes, but it felt very comforting to know someone understood what you were talking about. Gi hun never picked up on any of it

- eventually you let them go to their battle in the fun house like room everyone had to go though to get to the actual game rooms. You gave him a hug and made him promise to come back. With teary eyes you said good luck to Jung bae, that you were rooting for dae ho, and that Hyun-ju was one of the most inspirational women you’ve ever met (bc she is :3).

- you said something to young il as well. You said “please stay safe, young il. I hope to see you soon” because although you thought he was odd you didn’t want him dead. But all he did was smile in a way you haven’t seen him yet. Like you said something amusing but he couldn’t say what it was or laugh yet. with that 120 led everyone out into the battle field.

- you had to stay in the dorms with everyone who stayed behind and waited for the battle team to return. There was an odd silence among everyone. You would have thought fights would have broken out between the X and O teams while the fight raged on but in reality everyone just kinda of froze. There was nothing else to do really other than wait for the outcome.

- sadly the outcome you hoped for was too far fetched even for this reality

- once in ho turned and brought the hammer down he was primarily focused on hurting gi hun in the worse ways possible. He spent all his time in the games watching and learning about everything ‘gi hun’ is. He’s caring, compassionate and for the most part understanding was well as brave/daring and a tad foolish. He values people’s lives and stories, the nuance in every person. He believes in people. That’s probably why he cares for you (maybe even loves you) . because he knows your story and he believes in you anyway. He sees your mistakes and shortcomings and stills sees the person underneath it all.

- and you are one of the only people in the world to know the gi hun that once was. You are able to love both versions of himself, the old and the new. You bring balance between them both and help him remain stable and motivated. Just as much as he believes in you, you make him believe in him self.

- in ho was able to notice all of that in the short time he saw you both interact in the games. So he planned accordingly. You and Jung bae (aside from his daughter I suppose) were quite literally the all he had left of gi huns old life. The last fragments of when his life was even remotely normal.

- all in ho saw in you was the moment that happened just after the call was made. Pink soldiers rushed the dormitory and began firing. You hear the slow stop of gunfire upstairs. They found you by number after resecuring the area and lead you out into what was the battle field. You saw countless bodies of both gaurd and player, people you had come to know and some from the O team you had come to fear. Although in this moment you still mourned them as you felt there was no difference anymore. There was blood plastered from ceiling to walls to floor in semi dried blood that was beginning to congeal from the air and the smell was sickening.

- you were lead through a complex maze of colorful walls and doors until you reached a all purple area. It was at that time you heard two very familiar voices. You turned a corner to see Jung bae and gi hun held at gun point by a strange looking man in an all grey coat and black geometric maskon the ground. Jung baes eyes were watery and fearful while gi huns were filled with rage and hatered. Until he saw you at least, then it all locked into place. He wasn’t stupid, he could read between the lines. You were brought here for a reason.

- you were suddenly thrown to the ground and held down a gaurd in front of gi hun and Jung bae as you began to scream. The realization hit you as well of course. You began to beg as well as gi hun. You to spare your life and gi hun to save you by saying you had nothing to do with what was between them. He seemed unfazed, much to your horror.

- “look at the consequences of your little hero game” the figure said with the signature deep robotic voice changer as he pointed the gun to your writhing and sobbing form on the ground. You turned to gi him with wide eyes, crying relentlessly as he stared back at you. He began to fight against the guards holding him, and it took a few. Jung bae even tried but to no avail. All you could muster was a small and pathetic “gi hun-“

- and all he could do was watch the only person who really truly knew both sides of him. The person who was there for him before and after the games. All he could do was watch one who brought purpose and guidance to him and kept his head on straights skull get peirced by a single bullet barely a few feet away. He screamed his lungs out as he began to weep. He barely had a few seconds before the barrel was pointed at Jung bae and again everything was taken from him again by the same mysterious man and this cruel operation

- he felt as though his whole world just shattered into pieces and he was the sole survivor. Even though more of the people he tried to save still are alive and need saving gi hun still felt completely alone and lost. Within a few mere minutes everything he’d been fighting for and everything he loved vanished and he felt as though it was all his fault. All he could thing about as he was held down one more time and forced to look at the dead bodies of the closest people he had was how he could have done more.

- he sobbed and sobbed and sobbed while unknowingly in the same room with his dear friend young il. that actually he was the one to pull the trigger and betray everyone.

- he felt another part of him die as he looked at your dead body, still so beautiful and meaningful to him, even dead and gone. Your story and best memories along with everyone else he’s lost will be permanently engrained in his brain. Especially you, the person he was able to love after everything that happened.

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[nightfalltales]

yukichi fukuzawa abc nsfw headcannons

parings: yukichi fukuzawa x gn reader

cw: SMUT - size kink + foreplay + fingering + penetration + praise + oral sex (giving & receiving) + breeding + teasing (if you squint) + office sex + rough sex (if you squint); dom!yukichi + sub!gn reader; explicit

word count: 2.4k+

author’s note: i hate college sm and i’ll do my best to post as much as i can :(( also i NEED fukuzawa so BAD..

smut below (18+) !! MINORS DON’T INTERACT !!

✦ a = aftercare 

this man’s a master of aftercare. after a steamy moment, he doesn’t want to leave you alone :(

this man would ask if you’re alright and if you need anything. like if you ever need a bath, this man will run a bath for you, eventually join you as well bc going to sleep dirty is not his motive. if you ever need an extra blanket, this man already got it for you. if you ever need something to eat, this man would cook for you (i see him as a decent cook so don’t expect a gourmet meal)

during aftercare, he would praise you for how well you did and how well you take him<3 PLSS THIS MAN HSFGYGJ

✦ b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

i feel like he’s proud of his body physique even though he’s like 45 but who cares, he’s trained at a young age & is a swordsman assassin, so i would imagine he would still maintain his body physique and is still proud of it.

for his partner, i typically believe he doesn’t have a favorite body part of you. just seeing you is basically enough to be his favorite bc he loves you.

✦ c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

ok listen this man would cum inside you. you would feel his cum splattering inside you and would pull out once he’s satisfied probably for another 2-5 mins. he’ll kiss you to let you know that you took him well and would whisper praises in your ear, feeling his hot breath brushing against it.

if you’re not the type to want his cum inside you, that’s okay! he’ll cum inside the condom he placed on himself.

i feel like he’s a clean man so i imagine him not wanting to see his cum on your face. if you’re giving him head, he’ll want his cum in your mouth and not on your face.

✦ d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

i imagine him having dirty thoughts or dreams of you, either in his sleep or in his mind. like his dream would be about you being naked and sprawled out, seeing how wet you are and allowing him to fuck you. he would wake up startled just to see his dick straining and him just blushing about it. he would probably go back to sleep and ignore his needs or fulfill it with his hands wrapped around his cock, thinking about you and only you.

as for dirty thoughts, whenever he sees you in a short or tight skimpy outfit, he would once again blush about it and try his best to not think about how he would lure you in his office and fuck you on his desk, groaning about how arousing you are and how you made him feel like this.

✦ e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

hmmm this is a bit tricky but i feel like he’s been in a few relationships and has done this before or hasn’t been in one relationship but he definitely knows what he’s doing. idk, y’all can think about this one.

✦ f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary. 100%. listen, he is a simple man and likes a certain, yet simple position that allows him to see your face.

not only just missionary, as long as he can see your face, then other positions are fine. imagine him hitting you from the back and his hand gently cupping your jaw to make you face him, giving you kisses everywhere for how well you’re taking him and praising you well like, “you’re taking me so well, y/n..” LORDDDD

✦ g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

hmm again this is tricky, man is serious. i feel like once he’s in an intimate moment with you, then he’s not goofy because they want you to feel good with pleasure only. but then again, if there was a funny moment between you two having sex, both of you would probably stare at each other and giggle. once you two stop giggling, he’ll ask if he can continue or he can stop and just rest alongside him.

✦ h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i think he’s groomed well, has a few hairs, but it’s not too messy bc this man screams clean. and yes, the carpet does match the drapes.

✦ i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

omg if you’re with this man, you’re hella lucky. let’s talk about the romantic aspect first. this man is quiet, so no pda, sorry :( the least he can do outside is to hold your hand and kiss your cheek. however, in private, he’ll give you the most affection <3 this man can hug you behind your back if you're washing dishes, kiss your cheek randomly, pat your head as he passes by, you name it. he’s a man who shows no affection outside but inside, he’ll reveal the real him once you two are alone 

for intimacy of how y’all are during the moment, this man would focus on you and only you. you are his priority for his goal to make you feel good. i would say there are a few teasing here and there, but once you two are engaging in sex, then he’ll make sure you’ll feel good before he does.

✦ j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

like i said in d = dirty secret, this man would jack off whenever he has a naughty dream of you if he ever feels like it. him grunting and pumping his cock more once the thought of you gets more naughtier<3

i imagine that whenever you are on a business trip without him and he misses you badly, he’ll jack off of the thought of you but only like 1 or 2 times mans got work to do anyway, he’s busy– but for sure, he misses you. once you are back home and in his arms, he’ll show you how much he misses you by pinning you against the wall and kissing you roughly.

✦ k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

blindfold sex. listen. hear me out. he’ll blindfold you with either a silk rope or his tie. he wants you to feel completely at mercy when you’re with him.

bondage. but a light one. man doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of either how the ropes are tightly wrapped around you or how uncomfortable it feels. mainly he’ll use a silk rope or his tie to tie your hands just like how we blindfolds you yk, just only your hands and nowhere else.

breeding. that’s it. literally. this man wants to fill you up. just the thought of filling you up to the brim and trapping all of his essence inside of you riles him up a lot. but if you’re uncomfortable with that, that’s okay, he’ll respect it!

cunnilingus. like i said in c = cum and i = intimacy, this man’s top priority is you. he wants for you to cum for him and he’ll lick every single drop of it no matter what. 

sorry, but if you have a degrading kink, he doesn’t do it. i don’t think he never wants to hurt you physically and verbally bc this man would never forgive himself if he ever hurts you. even if you convince him to degrade you, this man will decline.

edging. this man can either tease you or not whenever he feels like it. however, when he does, he wants to edge you so you can beg him for more, giving you enough pleasure to keep you going but not enough to send you over the edge. he also likes being edged himself since that always makes the finale feel better for him.

praise. 100%. you cannot tell me otherwise. THIS MAN WOULD PRAISE YOU FOR EVERYTHING ESPECIALLY IN BED. like “you feel so good, y/n..” and “go ahead, cum for me.” and “good girl/boy.” or “good job, y/n..” OH MY GOD UHCGSUY

✦ l = location (favorite places to do the do)

either your guys home or if y’all live together, bedroom or anywhere, as long as y’all don’t make a huge mess, cleaning up a huge mess will prob make you and him more tired.

his office. OFFICE SEX. he loves to cover your mouth if you try your best to not be loud. “shhh shhh y/n.. everyone can hear us.” saying that with a DAMN smirk on his face.

✦ m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

hmm maybe if he’s like had a rough day and just wants to see you yk. it only happens rarely bc he doesn’t want to release his stress on you like all the time

in j = jack off, when he misses you while you’re on a business trip and came back in yokohama, he’ll pin you against the wall and roughly kisses you, grunts as he removes your clothes as you remove his. he’ll show how much he misses you and you’ll wake up with sore legs.

and d = dirty secret, whenever he sees you in a short and skimpy outfit, he’ll get aroused. and i def imagine that once everyone’s gone in the agency as they call it a night, he’ll ask you to stay overtime and definitely fuck you in his office, growling his way as he bends you over and takes you from behind. 

not to mention your voice. once he’s taking you down and your voice echoes through the room, moaning, screaming, whimpering, gasping, whatever, it turns him on. a lot. “go ahead, y/n.. you can let it out. let me hear you.”

✦ n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

degrading. this man is soft, so i don’t see him hurting you verbally nor physically, this man would provide you pleasure and only pleasure. 

public sex. this man would not risk his own reputation just to have sex with you in a public area. 

he doesn’t share. no threesomes, or gangbangs. ik that man will be overly jealous and hold his grudge to harm them.

that’s all i can think of, just know this man is private and would deal with you in a private manner and not in a public or humiliating manner.

✦ o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

listen, this man would choose to satisfy you than himself so he’ll prefer to give you oral instead of you giving oral to him. he’ll lay you down on a surface in your shared home or his desk in his office and eat you out.

as for receiving, as long as he can cum inside your mouth, he’ll be fine with it. bonus if eye contact is added as you suck him off, he’ll get off faster ;)

✦ p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

normally, it’ll be like in a normal pace if y’all know what i mean. but if y’all are into it (and he asks for consent), then he def goes fast and rough on you. if y’all miss each other, then slow and sensual.

✦ q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

i think this one depends? because i don’t think he’s into quickies since he would want to take his time with you. but if he actually wants you real bad, then yes– either in his office and before y’all go to work– that’s pretty much it, a bit often btw

✦ r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

sorry, he has a reputation to take care of, so no public sex where everyone can see. doesn’t really take risks either but as long as you’re in his office or anywhere private with him.

✦ s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

normally, i think he can go up to 2-4 rounds. he’s a 45-year-old dilf but is also tired from work, but don’t worry– it’ll last long for your own pleasure ;)

if he misses you, he goes up to maybe more than 2-4 rounds, perhaps all night if you’re willing. he misses you so much, he just gotta show you in his own time with just the two of you alone.

✦ t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i think he’s a simple man, so no toys. he prob doesn't know how to use it on himself either LMAO 

he wants to use his own self to pleasure you. whether it be his fingers, his dick, whatever as long as it’s him and only him.

✦ u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

he def teases. I KNOW THIS MAN TEASES. he’ll praise you to see you blush, def whisper dirty words to you to rile you up, you name it. he loves seeing you putty in his arms.

✦ v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

when y’all are alone together, he def grunts, groans, moans, whimpers, and dw, he’ll be loud enough for you to hear him, but not too loud yk. however, if it’s at his office, he grits his teeth together to avoid making noises or uses his hands to grasp at his mouth to muffle his noises as he pounds you on his desk.

✦ w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he’s def a jealous man if he sees you talking to someone else instead of him. don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t mind you talking to his employees, his acquaintances, but like if some stranger you just met complimented you or give you a flirty look, yeah he frowns and gets jealous. as long as you reassure him that your heart belongs to him and not someone you just met, he’ll def let out a sigh of relief and plans to pound you later tonight at his place to show you how much you mean to him.

✦ x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

that one audio: “i know his dick is big.. i know it”, bc he has a big dick. like 6-7 inches, but also a bit of a wide girth.

✦ y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

imma be honest, this man does not have a high sex drive at all. i mean he kinda does but hides it a lot. after he met you though, oh boy, his sex drive is WAY high (not right away but if y’all are comfortable to have sex with each other)

✦ z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he’s NOT falling sleep after y’all are done. he’ll provide you with aftercare and only sleep whenever you sleep, even if it’s a busy, tiring day for him !

[riddlessecretss]

Slytherin boys react: being clingy in class X p links X an apology

Tom Riddle:

Photo for inspo-

P link

Tom just casually staring at you in class since he doesn’t normally show you affection. Him thinking { Fuck why’s her skirt so high up, I should drag it off of her}

“Do you need any help y/n?… Are you sure?… Suit yourself.”

Bunking off the rest of classes because he’s so turned on.

When you go to his dorm after classes 🤰🤰🤰>>

Mattheo Riddle:

P link

You two definitely get sat apart for obvious reasons. So he swings his head back and talks to you from there. Or he throws notes.

“Im so horny baby!” Written on a note, so you get a small idea.

You take a quick photo while everyone has fixed their eyes on the blackboard.

When the class is over 🤰🤰🤰.

Theodore nott:

P link (just pretend it’s your feet) 🤣

Him begging for answers. His quidditch practices means he gets home late and doesn’t have the time to study. You give them to him of course but with a bit of teasing first.

“What are you doing?” While your foot is on his dick.

“I’ll give you the answers if you can stay quiet.”

You smirk.

After class 🤰🤰🤰

Lorenzo Berkshire :

P link

Him sneaking his muggle phone in class to text you>>:

Enzo❤️- Im boredd

You- Are you now? And what do you want me to do about that?

Enzo❤️- Idk, ride me in front of everyone?

You- Can’t do that but I have something else in mind…

—————————You sent a video—————————

Enzo❤️-Fuck I’ve got a boner.

You- 🤣🤣

Draco Malfoy:

I ACC HOWLED WHEN I SEEN THIS SHOW UP😭

Ok now the actual photo

P link

Him doing your work for you because your tired>>

“Baby?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you help me I’m soo tired.”

“Of course babydoll.”

You’re lying on the bed while he writes down everything.

“Y/n?”

“Yes.”

“Your not to tired to fuck though right?” -🤰🤰🤰

Blaise Zabini:

P link

Blaise tutoring you and you getting a question wrong>>

“Ok new question. What colour is the potion for dreamless sleep?”

“Is it blue?”

“Wrong, it’s purple.” He groans as he shoves his fingers futher down your throat as you gulp.

“Next. What colour is Garrotting gas?”

“Trick question, it has no colour.”

“Good girl.” He announces as he slams into you harder.

Already, 🤰🤰🤰

I am so sorry I haven’t been posting, I need to stop promising posts because now I feel so badd😭. I don’t think I’ll post a part 3 to ‘My dorm room dalliance’ just because them stories don’t do as well as the Slytherin boys react. I’m going to be travelling on loads of trains tomorrow so I’ll try and post alot since I have the time. If you have any slytherin boys react requests please lmk I will run out of ideas one day, thats all. Love you guys and again ty for all the support.💝 Navaiah 💕

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Rito Poacher

This is based after this art here. It takes place immediately after Whumptober. Idk how good it is but I wrote it all yesterday lol.

HEAVY trigger warnings: plucking, a panic attack, a lot of pain, and some dehumanizing (I guess)

~~~~~~~

“These woods are dense.”

Kass looked over at Leon who was craning his neck to stare at the trees. Despite Leon’s mental state, he immediately got the men together the next day to search the woods, which everyone assumed the Links would be in. It was exciting for the men, being this close to the Links after months of searching for them, but even so they didn’t have much luck catching up to them. If the Links were anything like Kass’s boy, then they’d be unpredictable and would move too quick for the others to keep up. It worried Kass despite the hope they finally had in finding them.

For now, they traveled the woods like normal, which Kass was starting to hate. He couldn’t blame the other men for this, but he spent his time in the skies, flying over forests, rivers, deserts, all of it, and only landing when he needed rest or when he arrived at his destination. But he couldn’t do that here, lest he leave the strangers behind and become defenseless. He survived moblins and bokoblins, even Lynels thanks to his powerful flying, but he knew that the puppeteer wouldn’t be as stupid as those enemies. There was safety in numbers, even if that meant he’d have to walk for much longer than he was used to.

“Do you want me to find the trail ahead?” Kass asked, anxious to get his wings moving, and Leon nodded.

“That would be great. It’s hard to know where to head next, and I don’t want to lose the Links.”

Kass nodded, spreading out his large wings and taking to the sky, instantly feeling better as he went above the trees. Looking around him, Kass was able to spot a town just outside of the forest, and noting what direction it was in, he landed back down where the others were and pointed.

“There’s a town just up ahead,” he said, and Leon nodded.

“Thank you Kass, let us make haste before the sun sets.”

The others nodded and moved ahead, also anxious to leave the crowded woods. It didn’t take long for them to reach the town, with the sun barely beginning to set behind the mountains, and they were able to quickly find an inn that could house all of them. 

“Oh finally, a bed,” Talon cheered when they entered the room, immediately plopping himself down onto the nearest bed.

“Hey, who says you get the bed?” Linebeck asked, light-heartedly. There were only three beds, but the men had grown used to that and took turns sleeping on the ground or couch. Talon sat up, giving Linebeck a look.

“I did. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna take a quick nap.”

“Hold on Talon we just got he—“

The man rested his eyes and immediately went to sleep, leaving Linebeck baffled. Rusl let out a chuckle, turning away from the already sleeping man.

“Oh leave him be, we oughta get some food anyways,” he said. Leon nodded and pointed to the door.

“Yes, I’ll head out and collect some food for us and the rest of you can—“

“Now hang on just a second.”

Leon stopped staring at Rusl who had his arms crossed.

“Pardon?”

“I think you should do what Talon is doing and get some rest,” Rusl said, gently but firmly. 

“I-I’m fine—“ Leon began to protest, but Kass walked up, nodding his head.

“I agree with Rusl. You’ve been through a lot these past few days. Let us do something to help you.”

“But—“

“Nope, it’s settled. Go to sleep,” Rusl ordered, pointing to a bed. Leon sighed, but was clearly too tired to argue further.

“Fine,” he complied, sitting on the bed next to Talon. “But only this once. I don’t need to be coddled.”

“I know you don’t, Leon. But for once I want you to let us do the work for once, ok?” Rusl pressed.

“I get it,” Leon grumbled, though he looked grateful for the help. “Stick together, alright? Rusl’s in charge.”

“Aw what?” Ammon protested, but it was in a lighthearted manner. The man all laughed and left Leon alone with Talon. The town was still crowded despite the setting sun, and the group all walked over to someone trying to sell the rest of their bread and cheese. Using up what was left of their rupees, they got the food and left, each stranger observing every person in the town.

“Do you think the Links are here?” Benji asked, watching as someone jogged past them.

“I don’t know. We’ll have to ask around,” Rusl said, letting out a sigh. Benji looked up at Kass, a thoughtful look in his eye.

“This is the closest we’ve ever been to the Links,” he stated, “do you think Kass could fly ahead and… I dunno, find them? That way we don’t have to be chasing them?”

Rusl looked over at Kass. “It ain’t a terrible idea. You’ll be close enough to us and you’ll be able to stop the Links from moving away from us.”

Kass nodded. “That’s smart! I can definitely do that if you need me to!” He looked up at the sky and sighed. “I fear I’ll have to wait until it’s light out, though.”

Rusl smiled and nodded. “No worries. I wouldn’t want you to fly at night anyways.”

“Yeah, you need to rest too!” Benji added, and Kass smiled and nodded.

“Thank you! I’ll head out first thing tomorrow morning!”

The men all cheered in response and headed back to the inn, where Leon was waiting anxiously. He clearly hated sitting around, and was noticeably relieved to see the men return.

“Welcome back,” he said, standing to greet them, and Rusl gave him a quick side hug.

“And here I thought you’d be sleepin’.”

“I couldn’t fall asleep,” Leon stated, staring at the bag in Rusl’s hands.

“Got some food for us,” he explained, setting it down on the ground, and the men all started to dig in while saving some for Talon, who was still asleep. They all sat down and began to eat in silence, until Leon spoke up.

“So what do you think of the town?” He asked, and Rusl shrugged.

“It’s hard to tell with it so dark out. I don’t think the Links are here, but we’ll ask around tomorrow.” He pointed at Kass. “He’s going to fly out tomorrow morning to see if he can intercept the Links. They have to be close by, right?”

Leon nodded, looking almost impressed with the idea. “That’s a good idea. That way we’re not running around mindlessly. Good work, you two.”

Benji cleared his throat. “I came up with the idea!”

Rusl chuckled while Leon remained silent, simply nibbling on his cheese. The men all slowly settled down as the night dragged on, and soon they were all fast asleep, hope in their minds for the first time in a while that they’ll finally see their sons again. It was exciting, and Kass couldn’t wait for the morning to arrive. When it did, he was up and ready to go. Leon was showing him a map and pointed to the southern trail leaving the town they were in.

“Search this trail first, and everything around it. I want you back here at night so we know what’s going on, then we can hopefully reunite with the boys.”

Kass nodded, smiling at Leon who looked slightly worried.

“Be safe, alright? I expect you here at night,” he said firmly, and Kass nodded again, smiling wider. Leon was a very caring man despite his tough exterior.

“I’ll be back with news of the boys, I promise!” He said, and with that, he left the inn and took to the skies, ignoring the townsfolk gasping in response. 

Finally being up in the air, Kass was able to see much more, and he was pleased to see a big open plain where the trail was leading. It meant he’d have an easier time finding the Links. Kass flew around the area, scanning the ground and searching for any clues. An hour passed, with the sun beating down against his back, but he saw a small trail leaving the forest ahead, with a large group traveling across it. Floating closer and squinting his eyes, Kass’s heart leaping with joy when he recognized a blue tunic. It was Link! They were there!

“Finally!” He cheered, rushing to catch up with the Links. He was far from them, but there was no doubt he’d be able to reach them in a few minutes. Pumping his tired wings, he rushed past the trees, the wind blowing through his feathers, his Link getting bigger as he got closer. And right when he was about to call his name, a concerning sound rang out. Kass barely dodged a net hurtling towards him, crashing violently against a rocky wall nearby, and it made Kass stop abruptly. Dread rested within his stomach as he searched the trees below him, trying to find out where the net came from. Then the sound rang out again, and another net was shot at him. Kass gasped and took off, trying to avoid the nets that were constantly being shot at him. He tried to rush to the safety of the Links, but he was no dodger, and while avoiding one net, another one suddenly shot directly at him, and he yelped as he was ensnared inside it. Falling to the forest floor, Kass grunted as he pummeled through branches that immediately gave way to his weight, and he landed with a painful thud.  

“Ugh… no… no no no no,” Kass muttered, trying to squirm out of the ropes. Flashbacks from the mountain shot through his mind, and in a panic, he began ripping the ropes apart to break free. This couldn’t be happening, not when he was so close!

Why was the puppeteer doing this again? It had to be his doing, he did it before after all! But this time, Kass was truly defenseless, with no one nearby to save him. And Link was too far to hear him!

Kass was able to tear through a loop right when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and he looked to see the silhouette of his perpetrator, but it wasn’t the puppeteer.

He was a tall, burly man, who looked to be a normal Hylian with pointy ears and brown hair. But his entire face was covered by dark goggles and a scarf, and he wore a hat that was a style Kass didn’t recognize. He was covered head to toe in dark clothing, and he watched Kass from the shadows of the trees, making his skin crawl.

“Found you,” he said, in a deep and raspy voice. Kass thrashed away from him, tearing apart more of the net and breaking free. But right when he was about to take to the skies, another net was shot at him, throwing him to the ground once again. The man clicked his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment. “We can’t be havin’ that now.”

Kass struggled against the ropes again, and a heavy boot was placed on his back, the man leaning over and observing him.

“Pl-please. I don’t know what you want from me, but please let me go!” Kass begged. “I need to reach these boys up ahead and—“

“Save your sob story, it won’t save you.” The stranger said bluntly, standing up straight and resting his weight on one leg. Kass watched in fear, waiting in anticipation for the man to suddenly charge and kill him, but he remained still and unmoving.

“Who are you?” Kass asked, wondering if he was working for the puppeteer. The man tilted his head, then he shrugged.

“Call me a business man,” he said simply, reaching behind his belt and pulling out a bag. Kass whimpered slightly and tried to squirm out of the ropes.

“Who sent you? Was it a Sheikah? Are you a hitman?” He asked, and the stranger turned his head to look at him, clearly confused despite his expression being covered.

“I guess I am somethin’ of a hitman,” he said simply, standing while observing a machete. “But I don’t got one client, I got several.” He knelt down and put the machete up close to Kass’s face, which made him freeze. “You Ritos got such pretty feathers,” he muttered, and Kass frowned. 

“Excuse me?”

“They’re quite popular with the other races, you know that?” He continued, gently caressing one of his larger feathers on his head. “Such a nice color too. I really hit the jackpot.”

The man stood, walking towards his discarded bag, and Kass started squirming again, using all the strength he had to break free, but it was no use. He was completely trapped!

“Quit your squirmin’,” the man said, returning to Kass, but this time with a set of large pliers. It made Kass’s blood run cold. “You’re lucky I don’t have any demands for beaks and talons.” He knelt down, his covered face inches away from Kass’s. Kass whimpered again, trying to move as far away from the man as he could.

“A-are you going to kill me?” He asked, his voice pathetically shaky, and the man tilted his head at him.

“If you behave, I might just let you live,” he simply said, moving the pliers closer to Kass’s eyes. “Otherwise I’ll have to collect those talons of yours.”

Kass stared at the pliers, his breathing shallow as panic settled in. “P-please don’t do this,” he whispered, and the man shrugged.

“Sorry, bird, you know how it is. A man’s gotta eat.”

~~~

“Pardon me, have you seen a group of boys at all?”

The shopkeeper stared at Leon as if he had mushrooms growing out of his head. The friends across eras were all asking around, making sure they knew where the Links were headed, or if they were still in the town. Leon gave the shopkeeper a look and she shrugged.

“There was a large group of boys, some young, some old,” she said. “They made a mess of things I do know. They harassed some cuccos and broke some pots. Then they left.”

Leon looked behind him at Rusl and Benji, who both shrugged.

“That kinda sounds like my boy,” Rusl muttered, and Leon nodded at the shopkeeper. 

“Do you know where they went?”

The shopkeeper sighed, looking up to remember. “I think they went south. They mentioned going to Ordon Village for some reason. Which I don’t know why, they were all Hylians. I mean one was dressed up as an Ordonian but otherwise they clearly don’t belong down there.”

Leon looked back at Rusl again, who looked more excited. He bowed to her in gratitude and began to walk away. “Thank you very much!” He said, and the group began to travel to the fountain, where the men all agreed to meet up in.

“Ordon… we know where they’re going!” Rusl cheered. “They’re going to Ordon! I wonder what that place is like in this era.”

Leon nodded, a small smile on his face. “Yes. I think I told Kass to search in that area too! There’s no way we won’t reach them now!”

Rusl and Benji both grinned, and they excitedly met up with Linebeck, Ammon, and Talon, telling them the news.

“How far is Ordon?” Ammon asked, and Leon shrugged.

“No idea, but we can go on that trail and look for them! We’ll finally be able to reach them!”

“There’s no way Kass should miss them then, yeah?” Talon asked, and Rusl nodded.

“He’s looking in that area, so no, he shouldn’t.”

“Oh, this is so exciting!” Talon cheered. “Should we meet up with Kass then? I’m sure he’s found them by now!”

Leon nodded. “It’ll save us some time. Come on, get your things together.”

The men all nodded and rushed to the inn, grabbing their things and moving to the southern trail. They moved with high spirits, all excited to finally end their search and go home. They just needed to find Kass first, who was probably in the sky or with the Links.

“Will Kass be able to find us if we don’t find him?” Ammon asked, and Leon nodded.

“He will, he has good eyesight and will see us walking.”

“I’m glad that Rito can fly,” Benji said, and the men all muttered in agreement. He was always so helpful to the men with his abilities, and they were grateful to have him on their side. They didn’t know where they’d be without him. 

The men walked through the large open plain, seeing if they could spot Kass flying, but they didn’t see him. Even when they entered the forest way ahead of them, they didn’t see him, which gave them hope that he was with the Links.

They were finally going to find them. After all their searching, it would come to an end! 

They could hardly wait.

~~~

It was deafeningly silent as the poacher gathered the last of Kass’s feathers into the chest, prickles of blood dropping onto the dead leaves and soaking into the ground. The poacher stared at one of the larger feathers, gently stroking with his gloved hand.

“Such beautiful feathers,” he murmured, setting it into the chest with the others. “You take good care of yourself. It makes my job much easier.” He turned to the rito that was still and unmoving, save for his heaving chest going up and down in a strained motion. The poacher stood, reaching into his pockets. “I appreciate you not fighting back. Many Rito do, and I’m left with no choice but to kill them. It’s such a waste.” He knelt down next to Kass, who wasn’t looking his way, whether out of defiance or out of weakness, he didn’t know. “But you actually behaved yourself, so you get to live to see another day. Thank you.” 

The poacher pulled out a dagger and cut the net off, not at all fearing the big Rito now that he was finally free. He was clearly too weak to move; he probably wasn’t even awake.

“Here,” the poacher pulled out a bottle with a red liquid inside, and he set it down on the ground. “For your follicles. And this,” he pulled out another bottle with a clear liquid, “to help your feathers grow back faster. Something tells me they’ll be popular.”

He set the other bottle next to the red potion, but Kass remained unmoving. The poacher stood up and walked over to the chest full of feathers, tossing Kass’s head pin with his wife’s feathers over to him.

“You can keep that. I look forward to seeing you again, bird,” the poacher said, and he closed the chest, lifted it up onto his shoulder, and left Kass alone. 

Every inch of his body was on fire, and he kept shivering violently, a pained moan escaping him occasionally. It was so cold, yet so hot, it felt like needles were piercing straight into his skin, and he could feel the emptiness of his feathers as a breeze blew. He weakly turned his head to look at the red potion, attempting to reach out to grab it, but the sight of his plucked arm sent him into a spiral. 

Kass’s breathing grew heavy, his throat going dry as he stared in horror at his pink and bloodied skin, with patches of his tiny blue feathers scattered across it. His small fingers looked wrong, his wing looked weak and pathetic, and the realization of everything that happened came crashing down. Tears streamed out of his eyes, pathetic wails escaping him as he tried to tear his eyes away from his plucked body, but he couldn’t. He could only lay there in one position, his body feeling like it was trying to kill him. He was hysterical at that point, his voice gone despite him trying to scream in agony. Though the remedy for the pain sat right in front of him, he couldn’t bring himself to drink it, he honestly completely forgot it was there as he cried. 

The shaking in his body didn’t end, and it didn’t seem to matter where Kass writhed in pain, his raw skin up against the forest floor felt like a glass shard shooting straight through him. How would he even recover from this? He was plucked, his beautiful feathers stolen from him, his wings empty and flightless, everything that made him useful was gone. The wind blew again and he shivered uncontrollably, the only sound leaving his beak being his quivering. He felt so exposed.

As he laid there in agony, he didn’t notice hands gently grabbing onto him, trying to feed him the two potions left behind by the poacher. He choked on them, coughing and sputtering without understanding what he was drinking, and it irritated his already aching throat. But as the liquid finally went down his throat, the pain slowly subsided, his shivering died down, and his vision cleared to see his friends watching him in horror. Rusl and Talon were supporting him from behind while Ammon held the potions, trying to feed them to the wailing Rito. Leon was the furthest away, looking like he could kill someone, while Linebeck and Benji looked nauseous and pained, their faces sympathetic to him. Kass whimpered, staring at the potion Ammon was once again trying to give him, which he didn’t fight back this time. He finished the red potion, his skin clearly healing from the trauma before, and Ammon stared at the clear potion in confusion looking up at Kass to see if he knew what it was. Kass went to say something, anything to the men, trying to explain what happened, but his memory slipped from him, and his vision went dark.

He awoke in a bed, a blanket resting over his large body with the clear potion resting on a nightstand beside him. Every joint in his body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, and Kass couldn’t bring himself to move from the bed. He was so… tired. Hushed voices were speaking outside, and he recognized Benji and Leon speaking sharply to each other.

“We’re going to lose them,” Benji said, “we should split up and try to find them.”

“We’re not splitting up anymore,” Leon argued. “It’s too dangerous to be away from each other.”

“But we’re so close, Leon! We’re gonna lose them again and then we’ll be back at square one!”

“Kass is in no condition to travel!” Leon snapped. “I’m not risking any more of this, ok? They’re going to Ordon, we know that, so we’ll head there as soon as Kass recovers!” 

“And what? Pray that they don’t leave by the time we get there?” Benji’s voice was bitter, something that was rare from the man, and guilt wormed its way into Kass’s heart. They were so close to the Links… but they were losing them, and it was all his fault! He whimpered, shifting inside the covers yet finding no strength to move out of them, and Talon suddenly appeared in his vision, his expression soft.

“Hey, Kass,” he said softly, resting a hand against Kass’s cheek. It felt strange with how thin his feathers were. “Are you feelin’ better?”

Kass opened his beak, but no sound escaped him—his voice was still gone from his screaming before. Leon and Benji’s voices grew louder, and Kass turned slightly to look at where it was coming from.

“Don’t mind them, they’re just trying to figure things out,” Talon explained, grabbing the clear potion and giving it a curious look. “Do you know what this is?”

Kass squinted his eyes. What did the poacher say it was? Was it to help regrow his feathers? 

“Something tells me they’ll be popular.”

His stomach churned from the poacher’s words. If his feathers grew back, would he return to steal them again? Would he have to endure the pain all over again? What if he wasn’t as lucky? What if he took more than his feathers, also his talons and beak? What if he was killed, never to see his family ever again—

“Kass?”

Talon rested his hand against his cheek again, wiping away a tear that escaped Kass’s eyes. Should he even drink the potion?

“Is it safe?” Talon asked, and Kass swallowed, slowly nodding his head. “Will it help you?”

Kass paused. To have his feathers gone, it left him extremely vulnerable and flightless. It would certainly help him… but… 

“DON’T THINK THAT I DON’T CARE!” Benji’s voice suddenly shouted, making Kass flinch. He heard someone shoot up from their seat, and the door to the room swung open.

“Kass is awake,” Ammon scolded, and it was silent for a moment, until footsteps were gently shuffling inside, the door shutting.

“How is he?” Leon asked, and Talon shrugged.

“I’m not sure.”

Leon came into his view, and Kass couldn’t help but look down in shame. These men were expecting so much from him, and he failed them. Their hope in reuniting with the Links was gone, and it was all because of him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, and Leon’s expression turned distraught.

“Don’t apologize, Kass,” Leon assured. “You did nothing wrong. I’m… so sorry we left you defenseless.”

Kass swallowed again, feeling pathetic under the covers of the bed, but he still had no strength to move. Talon picked mindlessly at the clear potion, and he offered it to Kass.

“Here, I’m sure this will help.”

Kass sighed, accepting the potion, and his fate. 

“Who did this?” Leon asked, his voice dark and murderous, but Kass didn’t say anything. He just couldn’t.

“Let’s just give him space, alright?” Talon suggested, and Leon sighed, nodding his head and leaving the room with some of the others following. From what it seemed, Talon and Ammon stayed with him, and Talon slowly fed him the potion. There weren’t any immediate effects like the red potion, but Kass did hope that his feathers would grow back quicker. Despite the risks that came with it, he couldn’t bear to look at himself with his feathers gone. He cared a lot about his looks, preening his feathers carefully and fluffing them up so they’d be nice to look at. With them now gone, he felt so hideous and empty. 

“Everything’s gonna be ok, Kass,” Talon whispered when he finished the potion, gently petting his head. “We’re here for you.”

Kass smiled slightly, finishing the potion and snuggling further into the bed. For now he was safe. For now, nothing would hurt him.

For now, he just had to focus on healing.

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could you do regressor kate hurt/comfort?? maybe she’s just had a bad day or something and gets extra attention n cuddles?? can be with any caregiver :3c thank youuu !!!

hehe ofc I can do that !! Honestly idk why I haven’t written baby Katie before !!!

Kate screws up on a mission and is worried Clint will be angry with her. No reason to worry though, her Dada is always gonna be there for her!!

Tw: blood, injuries, it’s not edited…

Word count: 1435

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She’d screwed up. Kate knew that. The mission had been a complete fail. Usually it wouldn’t have mattered that much, she could figure out how to fix it, but this was different. Clint had come specifically to help her with this mission and she’d screwed it up while he was there. Her chest felt tight and her stomach ached as she curled into herself on her hotel bed. Her head was filled with a loop of thoughts, she wasn’t good enough, Clint was going to hate her. Plus, she had gotten cut pretty bad on the shoulder and it hurt so much. Too much. Kate felt so small. She hated that she did, if she didn’t she’d be able to figure out a way to fix all this. But she couldn’t. She felt little and alone, and all she wanted was her Dada. But she couldn’t ask for that, not now, not when she’d messed everything up because Clint was definitely mad at her now.

When she heard the bathroom door open Kate pulled the bedsheets up over her head. She didn’t want Dada to see she’d been crying and worry about her. The sheets were stark white and clean, she felt gross and dirty in comparison. “Kate?” Clint’s voice was muffled through the sheets.

“Sleepin,” Kate lied, her lip wobbling as she tried to bite back tears.

“Oh you’re sleeping?” Clint questioned, catching onto her regressed mindspace, “You’re very talkative for a sleepy baby,” he teased lightly.

“M not a baby,” Kate huffed, poking her head out of the sheets so that he could see the very cross look on her face.

“Ah there’s my girl,” Clint cooed, crouching down beside the bed. Kate sniffled, reaching up to rub at her face. “Oh Katie, what happened to your arm?” Kate froze, looking down to realise that the sheets beneath her shoulder had become soaked with blood. Her blood. Kate whimpered, the sight of the blood scaring her enough to crawl out from under the sheets and reach for her Dada. “Oh sweet girl.” Clint sighed, pulling Kate into his arms.

“Owies Daddy,” She whined, burying her face in his shoulder. She really didn’t want Dada to see that she was crying because she was supposed to be a big girl and big girls didn’t cry. Big girls didn’t mess up their missions, and big girls don't need their Daddys to help them. Clint gently stroked Kate’s back with his firm, calloused hand.

“I bet it feels very owie, it’s ok to cry,” Kate sniffled. “Yeah? You’re allowed to cry. That’s right baby girl.” Clint was holding her so gently, she didn’t think she deserved it. Still, he didn’t seem to be mad about the mission at all. She was his baby. That was ok. “How about we get you cleaned up monkey, does that sound ok?” It didn’t sound ok, getting owies cleaned up always hurt. Still, if Dada thought it was a good idea Kate could be brave.

Clint held her hand as they walked to the bathroom, which Kate was glad for as otherwise she didn’t think she’d have been brave enough to move. Part of her wished Dada could carry her but she knew that was especially hard after missions. Clint helped her up onto the bench and handed Kate her pacifier, she hadn’t noticed him grabbing it. She slipped it into her mouth, grateful for the comfort it provided because her arm was really hurting. “Alright little hawk, can we take a look at what we’re working with?” Kate nodded, letting Clint help her to manoeuvre her arm out of the sleeve. He frowned at the sight of the gash across her shoulder. “Well this is no good now is it?” He tutted. “Dadas gonna clean you up now, is that ok?” Kate nodded, though her tummy felt tight and anxious.

Clint cleaned and wrapped Kate’s shoulder with one hand so she could hold the other. It did help a bit to be able to hold Dada but by the time he was finished she was sniffling and her face was damp with tears. “You were so brave for me Katie,” he praised. Kate didn’t feel particularly brave but if daddy thought so it had to be true. “How about some juice and cartoons?” That was exactly what Kate wanted, what she needed, really. The fact that Clint knew this had tears in her eyes all over again. “Oh baby, why are you crying?” Kate sniffled, leaning against Clint so her face was buried against his shoulder.

“Dada,” she mumbled, mainly because it was the only thing she felt big enough to say.

“Oh you’re feeling really small, aren’t you?” His voice was soft, no trace of judgement. Kate nodded, not moving her head from his shoulder. “Alright then.” Clint picked her up off the counter. Kate knew it had to be hard for him but she was too overwhelmed by the comfort to get down. He carried her out of the bathroom and laid her on his bed. Hers was sufficiently stained with blood from her shoulder.

“Do you want to get changed yourself or would you like Daddy’s help?” Clint asked, gently smoothing down Kate’s hair. Kate pointed to Clint with her uninjured arm. She knew she could be very independent when she needed to but right now everything just hurt and she wanted Dada to figure things out.

It was a struggle to manoeuvre Kate out of her suit without moving her injured arm. She felt awful but Clint whispered gentle reassurances the whole time to calm her down. He dressed her in one of his shirts because the baggy fit was much easier to get on. After the ordeal it was just to get the shirt on, Kate was ready for bed. Clint tutted as she tried to climb under the covers. “Come on baby, we’re not ready yet,” He chastised, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. Kate pouted, she really wanted cuddles. “Do you want a pullup?” Kate huffed and nodded, laying back so Clint could get her changed. He did so quickly, helping her into some pyjama shorts afterwards.

Finally, it was time for bed. Clint slipped into the bed next to her, he smelt of toothpaste and antiseptic. It wasn’t the most comforting smell in the world but underneath it all there was the distinct smell of his cologne which lingered on every item of clothing he owned. She buried herself against his side, resting her injured arm over his stomach. Clint reached across the small gap between the two beds, grabbing Kate’s toy hippopotamus, Miles. He gently pressed the toy’s soft nose to her cheek. “Miles says it's bedtime,” Clint explained. Kate went to reach for the toy but winced when she moved her arm too far. “Oh sweet girl,” Clint cooed, gently stroking Kate’s cheek. She whimpered, tears blooming in her eyes. Everything was wrong. Her arm hurt, she couldn’t cuddle her stuffie, big Kate was in trouble, the mission had been bad. She was so bad.

“Hey, hey,” Dada’s voice was firm, he could see the train of thought speeding around Kate’s mind. “Where’d you go monkey?”

Kate whimpered, sniffling sadly, “Been such a bad girl.” Clint’s heart broke at that, knowing his baby girl felt so guilty and uncomfortable. “Big Katie was bad, made Dada mad,”

“No, no, Katie, baby,” Clint cooed, “You were not bad. Not at all,” he assured her. “And Dada isn’t mad at you, not big or little, ok?” Kate sniffled a bit, rubbing her damp cheek against Clint’s shoulder because her only uninjured arm was pinned beneath her body so that she could stay as cuddled up to her Dada as possible. Clint reached over and gently wiped the rest of her tears away. His fingers were rough and calloused against the raw skin under her eyes yet he moved with such precision and delicacy that Kate barely noticed. “Now, I think I promised someone cartoons didn’t I?” Kate nodded happily, an immediate shift in her demeanour now she knew that she definitely was not in trouble.

“Curious George?” She requested excitedly.

“Of course, little Hawk.” Clint turned on the tv and found Kate’s program, Curious George, which was one of Kate’s all time favourites while she was little. Clint believed that Kate was somewhat like his own little curious monkey.

“Thank you Dada,” Kate hummed contentedly as she rested her head on his chest, slowly slipping into a space between awake and asleep.

“Anytime monkey,” Clint cooed gently, stroking Kate’s hair as she fell asleep.

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𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 · 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

💌 Summary: Kylian gets jealous when he sees you talking to someone at a charity event. He drags you away and can't help but give the silent treatment at home.

🎀: prompt: hey" kiss on the jaw "you don't have anything to worry about" kiss on the corner of the lips "i chose you for a reason" kiss on the temple "you're the one i love" kiss on the lips.

🎀genre: angst but fluff

🎀 warning: none

🎀pairing: kylian mbappe x reader

🎀Author note: idk I just feel like writing again

Enjoy🎀

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You and kylian had split from each other the second we walked into this charity event two hours ago. You both were busy talking to our own grops of people and haven't seen each other since.

Even though kylian was enjoying the party very much and enjoyed talking to everyone, he was starting to miss you. Two hours without seeing you was a lot for him. He needed to find you and take you home so he could have you all to himself.

With a polite smile he excused himself from the people he was talking to to go find you. He looked through the room of people but his eyes didn't fall on you. He kept walking until he heard your sweet voice amongst everyone. He smiled when his eyes landed on you but quickly that smile disappeared when he saw you were talking to some guy.

You smiling at the man made kylian insides turn with jealousy but he kept his cool, walking over to the two of you.

His arm instantly wrapped around your waist making you jump before you settled knowing it was him.

Y/n POV

“What are you doing baby?” Kylian voiced filled my ears as he asked. “Oh I'm talking to Steve. He's a fashion designer.” I looked at Kylian noticing right away his jealous demeanor.

“That's nice.” Kylian commented.

“Yeah he said he would love to design something's with me.”

Kylian hands tighten around my waist telling me he wasn't to fond of the idea.

“Well she'll be in touch. We have to leave.” Kylian said before I could get out another word. I was dragged all the way to the front of the building by Kylian. Once outside the valet handed Kylian the keys to our car.

I didn't get a word in until we were in the car, driving down the road.

“Well that wasn't nice.” I stayed silent for a second. “I didn't even get his number.”

Kylian didn't say anything but the notice his hands tightening around the steering wheel.

Nothing else was said until we go home. When the car was Parked in the driveway I unbuckled my seatbelt opening the door and getting out. Kylian was right behind me as I unlocked the front door to our shared home. The house was dark and quiet. I Flipped on a light letting it illuminate the room giving it life. I then pulled off my heels that were killing my feet all night.

Kylian had long left me in the foyer. It was clear he was mad about me talking to Steve.

I walked into the kitchen seeing kylian drinking some water he had retrieved from the fridge.

“Are you going to talk to me?” I asked him. Kylian turned his back towards me placing his cup on the counter without saying a word to me.

I scoffed. “Ok fine, if you want to be an asshole then you can sleep in the guest room tonight.”

I started to Walk away.

“I don't like that you were talking to that Stephen guy.” He finally spoke.

“His name is Steve.” I corrected him making kylian roll his eyes. “Well whoever he is I don't like that you were talking to him.” Kylian walked over to the living room sitting down.

“Why don't you like me talking to him? We were just talking about clothes?” I questioned after plopping down right beside him.

“That's great, but I don't like the way you smiled at him and the way he was looking at you.”

I grabbed kylian face forcing him to look at me.

hey" kiss on the jaw "you don't have anything to worry about" kiss on the corner of the lips "i chose you for a reason" kiss on the temple "you're the one i love" kiss on the lips.

The kiss between us lasted a couple of seconds but I made sure it was enough for kylian to know I love him and only him.

I pulled away and looked kylian. He looked a little more relaxed verses earlier.

“besides he's gay, he has a husband. Even if he had a chance he wouldn't take it so stop worrying. I'm all yours.” I kissed Kylian's cheek.

When I pulled away I laid my head on the back of the couch. I watched as kylian smiled. “did I just embarrass myself because I thought you were getting hit on by a gay guy.”

I laughed. “yeah I think you did. Gotta trust me next time ky.”

Kylian nodded agreeing.

He was sure he was going to make it up to you tomorrow for his stupidity but right now he was just happy to know you were all his and no one else's. That's all that matters to him.