#right lil mac huh

[samgirard]

nate laughing at mcdavid for wanting to be called mcjesus | asg 2023 preskills | 2.3.23

[anxiously-awaiting]

everyone look at my son

[blkkizzat]

🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟸........... THE SORCERER KILLER ......filed under the that's not my jjk man series

visitor log: an extra toji fushiguro should be double the trouble and double the fun but neither likes to share, you know for sure which ones your toji—but do you really even care?

classifications: bratty!reader, brat taming, breeding, baby trapping, hair pulling, spit play + creampies, jealousy, grump!toji, daddy kink

incidents: 4.8k

*bam-bam*

Your favorite playlist pulses through the speakers as you occasionally stir the creamy mac and cheese simmering that’s almost ready for dinner, the rich aroma of melted cheddar and butter fills the kitchen.

Using the spatula as a microphone you’re filming a cute lil reel for all your IG followers. So absorbed in the tasks the unexpected knock at the door pulls you from your groove.

“Toji—Daddy, I’m still cooking. Can you get the door?”

Urgh, you’d have to edit this out.

*bam-bam*

“Baby, there’s someone at the door!”

*bam-bam*

“TOJI! ANSWER THE DAMN DOOR NOW!”

Irritated, you stop recording and storm out of the kitchen. 

To be honest you are already at your wits’ end as Toji had been gone all week and had promised to take you out tonight—quarantine be damned—after being stuck in the house for so long. However, he showed up much earlier than expected, looking like a stray dog who hadn’t seen shelter in days and grumbling about being hungry. 

He frankly didn’t look like he’d be in any condition to take you out later but you weren’t about to let him weasel out of this so easily. So you drew him a bath, sat him in front of the TV with some beers and were now cooking him food like the good little domesticated girlfriend you were proving to be—ensuring he had no excuse not to take you out tonight.

You wanted date night and new content to post after so long in isolation!

Stomping into the living room, ready to tell him off, you find Toji completely knocked out on the sofa, sound asleep snoring, with a UFC match playing on the TV.

“Ugh, you’re lucky you’re kinda cute when you sleep, old man…”

You shake your head, yet the pounding at the door interrupts your musings. 

*bam-bam-bam*

“Yeah, yeah I’m coming! Keep it in your pants.”

Rolling your eyes, you mumble the last part under your breath.

Wiping your hands on your apron, you peep through the window only to see that your impatient visitor was—huh?!

TOJI!? 

“Hey, been waitin’ out ‘ere forever doll, lower the barrier. C’mon, mamas.”

You freeze before slowly backing away from the door.

Fuck! A doppelgänger …? 

Or wait…surely your Toji is already inside, right?

RIGHT?!

Quietly, you creep back down the hall into the living room to find Toji still passed out on the couch. His head tilts back, mouth opened wide enough to catch flies as he continues to snore, legs sprawled out in a manspread. In one of Toji’s hands he holds a scratched-off lottery ticket (he won 2000 yen), while the other lazily scratches his balls in his sleep. 

Empty, crushed beer cans are scattered across your coffee table, while the crumbs from your brand new, yet now-demolished, bag of wasabi peas linger on his chest.

Yeah… *sighs* ...this was definitely your Toji alright. 

It also dawns on you that with his heavenly restriction, any barrier is pretty much nullified. 

Toji didn’t need you to lower it for him. He could waltz right in himself like it wasn’t there—like he’d done earlier too—completely surprising you as he didn’t even bother to knock or call ahead. 

Okay, well, yay—your first dopplegänger encounter and you correctly identified it. 

That was simple enough.

Now to actually deal with the doppelgänger  at your door was a different matter entirely. 

You sure as fuck weren’t letting them in. 

But you also weren’t so sure it would just go away on its own as they’ve been reported to be pretty persistent.

Tsk, should you wake Toji up then? 

You knew Toji to be a big grumpy ol’ man bear after a nap and you didn’t want to deal with that. Plus, you’d barely seen him all week with an increase in his contracts from Shiu due to the doppelgänger  appearances, it’s why he’s passed out so hard in the first place.

Toji would be even more disgruntled to see a doppelgänger  of himself of all people, effectively ruining the night you’ve been waiting all week for.

So you would just have to get rid of this fraud Toji yourself…somehow.

Easier said than done though as it’s not like you could kill the thing yourself, being the low grade sorcerer you are, especially if it mimicked Toji’s strength too.

You lightly chew your nail in contemplation, unsure of what to do exactly when you hear the knocking again, this time more urgent. 

*bam-bam-bam-bam-bam*

Shit at this rate the real Toji would wake up.

With a huff you return to the foyer. You were more quiet this time in your approach but the doppelgänger  curse senses you regardless as he speaks to you through the door. 

“C’mon on baby, I’m so sorry for not being around as much. Please lower the barrier, alrite? I’ll make it up t’ya mamas.”

Cautiously peeking out the window again you frown as doppelgänger Toji is still parked outside your door, clearly not going anywhere. The copy was pretty convincing too you have to admit, looking every bit as delectable as the real thing—maybe even a bit more—given the actual Toji’s current sloppy couch potato status.

BUT—’So sorry?!’  

Since when did Toji ever so willingly apologize for anything—and the ‘please’?! 

Yeah, please is right, as it’s something Toji would never say this easily—this creature was definitely not your Toji!

Even if you had been moved ever-so-slightly by the tinge of genuine contrition in its voice, this thing had Toji’s personality all wrong.

You had to admit it was a pretty good ploy though. 

The curse even sounded just like Toji and used similar lingo, it was almost flawless—but—the flaw it did have was huge. 

“Listen, I’m gonna level with you. It’s not worth it buddy, turn into someone else. He's sleeping now but he'll literally rip you apart if he wakes up and I don’t wanna deal with the ‘tude he’s gonna have after. It will ruin our whole date night and I never get date night!”

You harshly whispered through the door. 

Although, to be honest you were a little embarrassed you let that last part slip out like that. However your frustrations from the isolation were boiling over and this Toji looked just like the real one, you couldn’t help but take it out a little bit on them.

“Besides, I know for a fact you aren’t the real Toji.”

Pulling away from the window, you check the barrier again as you silently hope the doppelgänger  will just get the hint and leave. 

Standing in the foyer, you don’t hear anything for a minute and you think it might have actually left—although you wouldn’t know without looking again as the thing seemingly also mimicked heavenly restriction to a certain extent as you weren’t able to sense him either. However, thankfully the limitations of the fraud Toji appeared to be keeping it from freely passing through barriers apparently—one thing thankfully that could not be mimicked. 

“Ya know ma…I already know—that you know, that is. Tsk, wouldn't be hard to figure out, given his abilities alone.”

Toji’s smooth voice comes through the door. Well, not your Toji, Toji #2, the doppelgänger. 

You had a sassy remark ready to throw at him but the doppelgänger’s next words give you pause.

“But it wasn’t the abilities that gave me away, right? He doesn't apologize as much as he needs to, eh ma?” 

Silence.

“N’ ya really think y’er going out somewhere tonight, mamas? That old man ain’t waking up for a while.” 

You're not sure how exactly to respond to copycat Toji. 

Thoroughly stunned, you know his words ring true, yet they manage to sound just as condescending as the real Toji does sometimes when he's certain he's right.

Scoffing, you know you remaining quiet is an answer all on its own. 

“You know you don’t deserve that, mamas… You could do better. Someone who could actually be around more, eh?”

Spot-on in his assessment, doppelgänger Toji doesn’t need to see you chewing on your lip to know he has you hooked. You are too caught up in your own head, left isolated for too long to think rationally at the moment. 

However, had you taken the time to peek out of the side window again, you would have seen the self-satisfied smirk on the clone’s face knowing he had slightly hooked you.

“Don’t think of me as a copy mamas—consider me an upgrade.”

ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩

When Toji—the real Toji—finally wakes up, he’s practically ravenous. 

The wasabi peas did little to satisfy him, waiting for you to finish cooking your famous mac and cheese and drinking all that beer had amplified his hunger even more. 

Although overall, it had left him tired. He hadn’t been on this many jobs in literal years. Though he had turned down many contracts in the past out of disinterest or sheer laziness, the money these clowns were offering to eliminate wayward copies was pure insanity

Upwards of 150 million yen for some light-weight level one & two curses?

Toji would be a fool to turn down that easy money. 

And while certainly easy, the jobs had been tedious, feeling near endless. 

Nearly every bastard in Tokyo had a copy running around—if not multiple and after a week of non-stop work with barely any sleep, it finally caught up to Toji.

With a yawn more similar to a light roar, Toji looks around, cracking his stiff neck. He isn’t sure how much time has passed but he’s a little annoyed. Most of the lights are off and you are nowhere to be found, usually he’d hear you in the kitchen or you’d be curled up beside him, molded into his side body. 

His eyes briefly narrowing, Toji knows he was supposed to take you out tonight so you can finally get some air after being cooped up so long. But knowing how big a brat you could be, you’d better not have disobeyed him and gone outside yourself just because he’d overslept—it was still too dangerous.

Yet any remnants of sleep instantly dissipates when Toji hears your soft flirtatious laughter coming from the foyer. 

Rising up from his hibernation spot on your sofa and following the sound of your voice to the front of the house, Toji’s annoyance grows with every step. He can sense something’s off—his innate senses are screaming at him.

When Toji lays eyes on you he realizes there’s actually something that leaves him even more irritated than you speaking with your coworker, Gojo Satoru.

Much worse. 

You were talking, no—flirting with Toji’s own doppelgänger at that!

Not only had you made yourself comfortable, chatting with him through the screen door from a cozy chair while he sat on a stool he’d scooched over on the porch, but you’d even lowered the barrier long enough to give the lousy clone a plate of food—a plate Toji instantly recognized as the mac and cheese you were supposed to make for him.

You fed that fucker his food too?!

Toji’s patience dwindles rapidly as you fail to notice him right away—too deep in conversation, happily entertaining a version of Toji that, for once, actually listens to all the topics the real Toji dismisses as ‘girly shit.’ The clone lavishing praises of your dancing skills and how cute all your photos look as you show off your IG and TikTok. 

Even though you are genuinely clueless, it's apparent that his doppelgänger notices Toji. The subtle smirk and twitch of his clone's scarred lip mocks the real Toji as the doppelgänger leans into the barrier, trying to get closer to you. If Toji were the introspective type, he might have realized in that moment how insufferable he sometimes appeared to you, seeing as how much his own expression had just pissed him off—but the murderous intent boiling in his veins seared away any such thoughts.

“THE FUCK?!”

Hearing Toji’s roar starles you so bad you almost fall out of your chair. 

Snapping back to reality you had nearly forgotten you’d spent the last 3 hours or so chatting with DT—short Doppel Toji—as you dubbed him. Unlike your real block-headed oaf of a boyfriend you have, Doppel Toji was so easy to talk to—about anything! 

Wanting to learn more of human culture and customs, Doppel-Toji hung on to your every word as you explained the details of being a new breakout influencer and how hard it was seeing as the real Toji wanted you to block nearly every man who commented on any of your posts.  

“Oh, Toji, you’re finally up? It’s only been 3 hours and the restaurant is likely closing down by now!” 

You roll your eyes.

“Anyway while you were napping, Doppel-Toji, DT here, has been keeping me company.”

Doppel-Toji nodded in approval of the nickname, the same smarmy smirk on his face that the real Toji was itching to rip off.

You turn back to the real Toji, seemingly unaware of just how close he was to losing his entire shit. 

“Babe, these doppelgänger ’s aren’t that bad at all! Some, like DT here, just want to live normal lives as doubles! DT here wants to be a milkman, isn't that right?”

Doppel-Toji gives you a wide smile that reached into his eyes, one that creeped Toji out to see on his own face, especially as you were even smiling back at him foolishly not even realizing how the doppelgänger ’s gaze had since drifted onto your jiggly tits and then even lower to see how your dress had ridden damn near past your supple thighs. 

Wearing only your cute, thin, cotton-ribbed lil pj dress with cherries printed on it you were practically naked as the sheer material teases the color of your nipples and shows the outline of the thong straps digging into the swell of your thick hips.

Yeah, by the way his doppel is looking at you the real Toji is certain the only milkman job his freak of a doppel wants is to be one turning your succulent fat cunt into heavy cream.

Heh, over the Toji’s dead fucking body though—well the copy of it at least that's for sure.

“Mamas, c’mon you can’t be this bird-brained…”

The real Toji crossed his arms leaning on the wall trying to keep his cool so you'd realize on your own just how silly you were being but he unintentionally made you lose yours.

“A bird?! Did you just call me a fuckin’ bird Toji Fushiguro!?”

You turn back to Doppel-Toji, whose smirk shifts to an understanding expression by the time you meet his gaze again.

“See this is exactly what I was talking about!”

Pointing an accusing finger at the real Toji and DT nods sympathetically, shooting eyes over to the real Toji who didn’t need his enhanced senses of heavenly restrict to sniff-out this nice-guy act was all a fuckin’ farce from a mile away. 

Voicing your frustrations, you're still griping as you once again face the real Toji who was just about fuckin’ fed up with this stupid-ass charade. 

“Listen, Toji we need to talk… DT says you don’t appreciate me enough! You haven’t been around at all lately and I know you’ve been busy but you could at least call—”

The real Toji closes his eyes, unraveling his arms and cracking his neck as you continue to prattle on. He’s at his limit and he ain’t about to sit through a nagging lecture all while a phony ass version of himself sat there ridiculing him too.

Furthermore, despite there being truth to Toji not being around lately, he’d actually tried to make up for it the best he could. Toji had venmo’d you money to cover your groceries and bills—something he hadn’t done for a woman since his late wife!

Overindulging you, Toji even bought you the newly released iphone you wanted (even though you still have last year’s model and its working just fine). However, according to you— ‘you need the latest new camera for your reels! And what else were you supposed to do but take fire selfies for all your followers if you’re stuck inside all day!’ 

Rolling his eyes at the memory, Toji wasn’t exactly sure when you had domesticated him. Nevertheless, somehow he’d gone from asking you to ‘hold 4000 yen for the week’ to sending you large chunks of his payouts to keep you happy—all before he realized he’d cared enough about you to even go this far. 

If you being a materialistic attention-seeking slutty lil’ thing wasn’t enough, you were also greedy too—still not satisfied and pouting until he was home again to bend your legs back over your head while he ruined your greedy lil' pussy.

As a result of the real Toji spoiling you sour, you’d turned into the nag before him now. Acting like he cared nothing for you whenever you didn’t get your way exactly when and how you wanted it.

“—and that’s why DT says you better act right before you lose me!”

Heh…

Your clingy lil ass wasn’t going nowhere—you were a fuckin’ brat and Toji should have known it would come to this.

Opening his eyes with a chillingly murderous grin, Toji’s demeanor sends shivers down both you and the doppelgänger’s back. 

“S’that right ma?—Is that what he says, eh?”

From there it all happened so fast you weren’t sure what exactly even happened.

You think Toji had ripped the screen door off its hinges, destroying it and shattering the barrier while seemingly producing inverted spear of heaven out of thin air to take the doppelgänger's head right off his body. 

But you weren’t sure.

Where were you? Still in the foyer?

In fact, you can’t really be sure of anything at the moment as Toji has your nighty rolled up past your tits that bounce wildly in his face as his big brawny hands around forcibly slide you up and down on his girthy cock. 

You didn’t know where your panties had even gone, Toji likely tore them off, shredding them to bits, for all you know. 

Your thoughts and current timelines are utterly jumbled as Toji completely hollows out your insides, molding your poor abused hole to the shape of his cock. His brawny grip imprints into your flesh, slamming your hips flush to his while allowing his bulbous cockhead to roughly kiss your cervix with every breath-stopping thrust down on his length. Shivers furiously ripple through your body as your clit is continuously assaulted over and over by the unkept pubes at his base. 

The rough treatment—just how you like it—releases waves of sublime ecstasy sizzling in your brain. Toji is effectively lobotomizing you with his mean fat cock, the relentless drilling thrusts liquifying your consciousness.

Fuck…wait—um, what was your name again even? 

The only name, thing, place you can think of right now begins and ends with Toji as he continues to bully himself inside your body, rippling shockwaves through your cunt that shift your organs around just to his liking.

“Tojiiiiiii, d-dahddy puh-leaseeee!!”

Your slurs are near intelligible but Toji can still make out his name as drool spills over your lips almost as fast as your babbles, thoughts of his doppel completely wiped from your slutty lil’ head. 

Yet even with the now decapitated clone, it wasn’t fully dead just yet. It was a stronger one, near special grade, severing its body parts wouldn't be enough to destroy them. The effects of the inverted spear made RCT impossible for it though as it withered on the ground.

It lay helplessly, dying slowly as Toji fucked the dogshit out of you on the comfy chair you had once been in. Proving to you and the curse that no copy could ever hope to have you falling apart like this—completely dumb for his cock only.  

So easily getting cockdrunk anytime Toji stirs up your guts is why you don’t even register the raspy words Toji practically growls as you—

“You hear that, baby?”

Smacking your ass hard, your flesh ripples against Toji’s palm.

“Answer me slut!”

His insatiable plundering of your cunt as you so blissed-out that the sting of your sore redding ass startles you.

“T-T-Tojsshii!!!”

You whine, sobbing as tears pour down your face, soaking your nighty that was damn near pushed up to your neck now. Toji knowing how big he was usually let you have the reins while in cowgirl but not this time—this was your punishment for being such a bitchy lil’ brat thinking he could be swayed behind some empty fuckin' threats of being replaced.

“Nuh-uh, slutty mamas.”

Toji mercilessly delivers another opened palmed smack that sizzles the nerve ends on your reddening bottom.

“Ya fed that discount version of me my dinner—so I’mma have to make my own—mmm ya hear that?  My version of mac n’ cheese s’almost ready.” Of course, the mac and cheese Toji is referring to his none other than your ooey gooey cunt. Your pussy lips stretch to their limits, yet desperately swallowing his thick girth with a series of wet squelches, glops, and bubbles. The milky fluids that are pushed out of you make an awful mess, running down Toji’s heavy balls and soiling your expensive comfy velvet chair. 

“Now this—this is how you make mac n’ cheese ma, hear that creaminess? You thought that fuckin’ loser ass fake was gonna make a freak-nasty pussy like yours sing like this?”

You can only gasp in response, trying to hang onto him and your own sanity while you dig your nails into Toji’s biceps for leverage as he drills you down on him within an inch of your sanity—the acoustics of your cunt ringing salaciously in your ears. 

“Tsk, look at ya ma, actin’ like you can’t take it when this is what ya really fuckin' wanted all week.”

PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!

You’re really going to have to speak up now to get Toji to hear you over the sordid sounds of your cheeks being clapped to hell and back. 

"HMPH! MMM—N-No! AHHH—I-I want… SHIIIIIIT S’GUD—ahhh ahhh—d-date!!”

Another slap stings your ass as you pathetically pout, making Toji smack your jiggly flesh once more for good measure. Your cute lil’ expressions only fuel his mean streak.

“Now mamas, ya know we were never gonna go on that date—n’ I know, ya know why.”

Blushing, you bite your lip, shaking your head as you feign ignorance. holding back your sobs—not wanting to own up to what you and Toji both already know to be facts.

“C’mon slut, don’t act all shy now. Ya know the reason why we never go on dates—because this filthy leaky cunt of yours can’t be ‘round me for too long without wanting to get filled up—at the movies *smack* —in the back of the bar *smack* —heh, didn’t ya even make me fuck ya horny lil ass dirty in the filthy-ass stall at the park? *smack* Bratty lil cunt not being able to wait the 5 minute drive home…”

Your pussy flutters tighter around Toji, answering for you as he continues to chuckle at your embarrassment. You were a shameless lil' whore for his dick, and you were at your worst level of brat when you didn’t get it for even a short period of time.

“Whaddya say then? Ya don’t think I appreciate ya ma? Even though I fuck ya, whenever and however your pretty pussy begs for it? Heh. Well then, let me show this pretty cunny how much she's appreciated.” 

Further sliding down the chair, Toji plants his feet firmly on the ground so he can pump himself into you harder. The new angle has his cock pounding deliciously against your g-spot. You bounce wildly for a few pumps before your core muscles, fatigued and screaming at you, have you falling forward onto him. Nuzzling your head into his well-sculpted chest to smother your wails, you're unable to do anything but just take it. 

“Ya hear that, mamas? That's your pussy saying thank you to my cock. She’s always so grateful t'me mamas, better behaved than you anyday.”

Biting into one of his large pectorals Toji chuckles at your feeble attempt to still rebel against him. Your bites feel more akin to a soft tickle—yet the indents your teeth leave spark a feral urge in Toji, who in turn, ramps up the voracity a few levels. 

Sliding his hands from your waist he grips your cheeks, spreading them while you sink down further a few millimeters that almost seemed impossible, already being so full of him. 

“I know she knows how much I care about ‘er by the way she’s gushin’ on me, squeezing me like she’s begging me make her cum, she deserves it even if ya don’t.”

Cheeks cracked-open wide, your puckered rear exposed, Toji smirks as he presses his middle finger against your ridges to toy with the entrance of your asshole. When Toji starts rimming the tight ring of muscle in a furious circular motion, the finger already so slick n’ sticky from your juices—you can already feel just how fuckin hard your about to cum.

“Tsk—shame that mouth of yours you always gettin’ her and your lil’ ass in trouble, eh?”

Soundless moans leave you, your throat raw from the straining of your vocals—that is until Toji sinks his burly finger deeper into your hole, hooking and pressing against the thin wall to the point he can feel how hard he is coring-out your cunt from even the tight insides of your ass.

OH FUCK! 

Too much! 

Too good!

The intrusive and unexpected assault on your back hole is what finally does it for you. Toes curling to the point of cramps your bision blacks out and you think you lost consciousness completely but its your own vocals croaking out cries as you cum—hard that grounds you back to reality. Shivers take over your body and your clenching around Toji so ferally he lets out his own string of curses and he bites into your neck, filling you up—his hefty load overstuffing your pussy as it squelches out and down the sides of his cock.

You don’t know how much time has passed but you’re still trembling in the afterglow of your orgasm. Weakly look up at Toji, all teary-eyed and dazed, in pout so adorable it only makes him want to ruin you more in the most animalistic way possible.

You honestly had him wrapped around your finger like no woman had before and he was going to fuck that knowledge into you, preventing this situation from happening again.

Better yet—Toji was gonna fuck a baby into you to prove it. 

Sear his cum directly into your walls, painting you with his scent and effectively turn your womb into a pretty lil' dump over n’ over—until he finally planted his kid in you.

You wouldn’t be able to complain to him about being lonely then and fuck knows how long this doppelgänger shit was gonna last. 

Fuck tho.

The thought of you fully pregnant and round with his child got his dick back up n’ jumpin’ just from picturing you n'your cute round lil' belly waddling around. So much so that when Toji pulls you off of him to manhandle you into the next position he doesn’t even notice your brand new phone on the ground next to his feet until— 

*CRUNCH*

“Tojiiii my new phone! I still have reels that haven’t been posted!!!”

You’re coughing out your complaints, dizzy and out of breath from being fucked so hard. Scanning the ground for your phone you can barely support yourself as you bend forward to access the damage, until you feel Toji snatch you back up.

“Heh, fuck that phone and fuck ya IG ma. I’mma about to give ya something to put on a sonogram instead—now drape ya fine self over the back of this chair n’ toot that pretty peach of an ass up.”

The slap to your backside this time is so loud the force causes your ears to ring along with the rest of your body to tingle, your tongue lolling out of your mouth drooling from the force rocking into your overstimmed cunt. 

“N’ m’not asking ya!”

You would have surely collapsed to the ground if Toji, fed up, hadn’t just taken matters into his own hands and positioned your limp, ragdoll-like body over the chair himself.

Ass up and out on display, Toji parts your swollen folds with his thumbs. Admiring his cum plugging your gaping slit, Toji gifts a wad of spit into your hole adding to the fluids before he rubs his dick, now even harder than before, through your ruined folds. 

Grabbing your hair and yanking your head back Toji’s words send shivers down your spine as he bullies himself into your core once more—all in one go, taking him in so nicely like a slutty lil glove.

“Listen ma, the only DT I ever wanna hear you say is ‘Daddy Toji’. Now scream it for me, baby. Loudly. Tell the whole neighborhood, eh? They're already lookin’. ”

Huh? What was he…Fuck, the front door was wide open this entire time?!?!

Struggling to keep your bleary eyes open, your body keenly jolts from the backshots Toji is ruthlessly gifting your cunt. Losing yourself to pleasure again you see another doppelgänger on the approaching from the street—

This time it’s a perfect copy of—you! 

However your copy freezes on the lawn once it catches sight of your state caused by the giant bear of a man recklessly pummeling into your limp body from behind and his nearly dead doppel, whose limbs still miraculously twitch while scattered over the porch. 

Your doppel’s face twists in horror before she quickly flees the scene, smart enough to have more self-preservation than Toji’s as she wisely decides against engaging in any of these fuckin’ problems.

......RESULT: FAILED. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚐ä𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛—𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎.

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Mini Mac # 56 : Kidnapkin

Mac is wondering how he's gonna propose to his mate.

Macaque was pacing left and right, going in circles inside of the water-curtain cave. His two cubs were with him, being playfully ruffled by the wind, while his mate was out resolving some issues on the mountain north side. Apparently, a few phoenixes had a scuffle with a tiger and it caused quite the damage on the surrounding flora. As King, it was Wukong's responsibility to oversee the matter and make sure everything was quietly resolved. Truly, he grew a lot from the time he worried about nothing but his meal. 

Macaque smiled. It was almost nostalgic to think about everything they experienced together and how much it changed them. The lil warrior wasn't as afraid of the world anymore, and his mate gained a new insight on life itself. They lived through a lot. Perhaps that's why Macaque wanted to take the next step in their relationship. 

“Daaad, I'm hot.” Whined Savage as she pawed at his pants. Macaque looked down at his daughter and chuckled. The wind ruffled her hair too much, making her look like a puffed out cotton ball. 

“Well, summer is hitting quite hard, yeah.” Nodded Macaque. 

“All this fur is killing me.” Groaned Rumble, he slumped on the cold stones bedding the river, hoping to cool a little. He looked no better than Savage, another puffed out cotton ball. 

Macaque hummed, he approached the river and grabbed a wandering lily pad. He filled it with water and turned towards his pups with a smirk. “Let's go swimming, tribe.” Both cubs perked up and ushered towards him excitedly. 

The three lil monkeys settled in the lily pad, the wind graciously pushed it further from the river's shores. Macaque made sure that the water level wasn't above his cubs’ hips, they were still at the puppy dog paddling stage after all. Savage used her tiny bit of magic to change in a fish, then she happily swam around the lily pad. Rumble was a bit more tentative. He took the time to test the waters before paddling over Macaque. 

“Aw, here is my water puppy.” Cooed Macaque as he grabbed Rumble once the cub reached him. 

“Daaad.” Grumbled the lil guy, embarrassed at being called a water puppy, yet he leaned in his dad's smooches anyway. 

Once Macaque put his son down, Savage pounced on him. “I'm kidnapkin you from Dad!” Chirped Savage as she draped herself all over her brother. 

“Kidnapping.” Corrected Macaque. 

“That's what I said!” Mumbled Savage, unwilling to admit she was wrong. 

“Totally not.” Replied Rumble, Savage gasped and splashed him for his betrayal. 

Macaque laughed at their silly antics. Kidnapping, huh? Maybe that could solve his current problem. As he thought this the waterfall opened and Wukong emerged. 

“Pa!” Chirped both cubs. 

“Aw, you guys went swimming?” Cooed Wukong. “Make room for me!” He chirped as he discarded his shirt and ran towards them. Macaque sweatdropped. 

“Wait, Wukong slow down-” Macaque didn't have time to end his sentence, Wukong jumped in the river, creating quite the rippling. The lily pad was pushed away by the waves. Rumble and Macaque grabbed the edges tighter while Savage threw her arms in the sky and cheered. 

“Oops, sorry.” Nervously chuckled Wukong. Macaque raised an eyebrow at him. This dumbass. 

He was so kidnapping him. That would be the perfect marriage proposal.

+ cut scenes

Wukong : oops, sorry 😅

Macaque : what a dumbass 😤

Also Macaque : I love him 😤

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[emelinstriker]

To use uno card, he needs to catch them first 😋

Reader knows that the shock will stop Wukong only for a moment and they can't really outrun Wukong, but notices a familiar figure that might just help them out.

Reader: Macaque! *they call out, barely stopping fast enough to not run into him*

Macaque: Reader!

Reader: Can you teleport me? *asks urgently*

Macaque: Yeah, but why though? *asks confused but a sec away from doing what he was asked for*

Reader: No time to explain now, later will be. C'mon Mac, please ^insert sad puppy eyes there^ *readers takes Macaque's hands spinning them around so he won't notice Wukong who just walked out from behind the corner*

Macaque: Okay! *and right before Wukong caught up to them they were already gone behind the dark portal*

Wukong: ...Macaaque!

Six Eared simian's ears flinched when he heard his brother's yell.

Macaque: Damn, what did you do to him? *he asks cuddling his master on the flower bed, under the nice sunny weather*

Reader: Just teased him a little :3 *reader picks up a flower and puts it behind his ear* I'll need you to help me avoid him for the rest of the day, though. Are you up for the task?

Macaque: Sure! *he answers eagerly, his tail wagging, though his enthusiasm quickly evaporates when he hears his brother causing chaos back in the palace* But you're protecting me afterwards, right?

Reader: Of course! Thank you Mac you're the best! *reader hugs him tightly and peppers kisses on his cheek*

Ups, this got long, sorry🥲

For clarification of how they are sitting:

I feel like reader will have a lot of apologizing to do after the game huh?

I just love how y'all are basically writing up your own lil fanfics in my inbox- Always nice to read em fdhgnfdhgnfdhgdf also WHOLESOME FLUFF owo

[spagheddiediaz]

snippet/several sentences sunday/saturday i didnt do this yesterday so i am combining them today Hello

tagged by @forthewolves who LOVES to put me on the spot?? @theotherluciferr @watchyourbuck @wikiangela @wildlife4life @jeeyuns @alyxmastershipper @giddyupbuck @disasterbuckdiaz @hippolotamus @thewolvesof1998

i wasn't going to do this bc lately i feel like i'm sharing the roommates fic more often then i'm writing it however here is a tiny lil snippet heh

Eddie tilts his head from where he was slouching on the couch, his mind still a bit hazy as he lets a yawn escape his lips. “I got it for you.” He says sleepily, adjusting his body so he was sitting up. “Huh?” Buck asks, looking over to Eddie with the bread bowl in his hands. 

“Well.. last time you ate my leftovers. And there was barely anything left.” Eddie explains with a shrug. “Figured I’d get you your own this time.” 

“Dude. I could kiss you right now.” Buck says excitedly, impatiently taking a bite of the cold mac and cheese before putting the rest in the microwave. 

“You could also chew with your mouth closed. But that’s two things that won’t be happening tonight." Eddie shoots back, and holy fuck was he flirting? That sounded very flirty. He wasn’t even into guys. So no, he wasn’t flirting. He was just snipping back at his roommate. Totally normal. Totally casual. Yup. 

tagging @king-buckley bc i am thirsty for more paradise blue!!

[opheliajupiter99]

MLP Broodmother Virus: Rotten Apples (The long-awaited continuation at last :D)

*Big Mac was lying in bed, his bulky form making the bed sink down slightly from how long he'd been laying upon it. He got infected with the virus early on, but his dearly devoted sister AJ had kept it hidden in an effort to avoid Twilight's inquisitive eye. She was an honest Apple, but perhaps even more so, she was stubborn, and a family-mare at heart.*

*Applejack entered his room, carrying a steaming bowl of stew in an outstretched hoof, closing the door with her back hoof. Big Mac had already 'birthed' his larvae, but as the larvae had inherited his bulky frame, the gestation had been much more exhausting than typical, and was now resting up due to his weakened state.*

AJ: Ya awake, sugarcube? Ah made this real special for ya.

Big Mac: *Rolling over in his bed to face her and smiling weakly.* Yuuup.

AJ: Good. Now come on, sit up now.

*Applejack helped him sit up in his bed, his eyes still a bit reddened and his coat pale. He wasn't quite as bad as Pinkie yet, looking relatively healthy, but he likely wasn't far from a similar state. Either way, his dear sister helped him to eat, smiling as lovingly to him as she did when he was healthy.*

*A knock at the front door echoed, making AJ pause to look towards the sound, then huffed.*

AJ: Ah gotta go check on that. Finish it up as best ya can, and remember ta stay quiet, alright?

Big Mac: Yuuup.

*Applejack exited his room and entered the living room, gaining a small smile as she spotted Applebloom on the rug, playing around with the pair of larvae, flicking her tail about and giggling as she played chase with the pair, the somewhat sluggish larvae scooting along behind her, one sporting upright ears and the other with folded, pug-like ears.*

AJ: Heh, well ya three sure are gettin' along like a barn on fire, huh?

Applebloom: AJ! Hehe yeah, we sure are! Ah told ya sis, ah make a great aunt!

AJ: Yep, ya sure do. But ya three gotta hide out in the kitchen for the bit, alright? Somepony's at the door.

Applebloom: Oh, right! Come on lil' critters, follow Aunty Applebloom!

*Applebloom skipped along towards the kitchen, the larvae following close behind. Just knowing that Big Mac was alright, and the prospect of having little nephews, even if they -were- giant bugs, had made Applebloom so excited she hadn't stopped to think much about how this all was affecting the other ponies. After all, it was treating her family fine, so it couldn't be that bad, right?*

(Drama, body horror mentions, and mentions of death beyond this point)

*Applejack swung the front door open, at which stood a very stressed and frazzled-looking Twilight Sparkle, doing her best to maintain a friendly smile despite the lack of sleep and frightening information she'd heard back at her facility*

AJ: Oh, howdy sugarcube, ya feelin' alright?

Twilight: No AJ, I'm not. Look, I'm going to cut to the chase for everypony's sake; have you been purposely spreading the sickness I've been telling you about?

AJ: What? What kinda question is that? Ah course I haven't! *Usually, Applejack was an awful liar, being the Element of Honesty and all, but for the sake of her brother's safety, she'd been practicing. She knew Twilight would come to the door about this -eventually- after all, though she'd hoped it'd wouldn't be this early.*

Twilight: *Staring at AJ for a long moment, then looking her over. She didn't -look- sick; which was true, she wasn't, at least not yet. She thought for a long moment...then sighed heavily.* I....o-okay, AJ. I'm going to have faith in you. With how Pinkie's been acting, I wouldn't be surprised if she just said it to get me out of the lab. Just...please. If you know anything at all, please tell me.

*Applejack thought for a few moments, trying to think of something else to say, but she was saved by the bell - or rather, the scroll - when a burst of green flame poofed a scroll before Twilight's eyes, an obvious message from Spike, who she'd left back at the facility, in a secure room of course.*

Twilight: O-Oh...heh, r-right...I'm sorry, I need to read this.

*Applejack nodded, thankful for the interruption. Twilight's eyes moved side to side quickly as she read over the note...and with each word she read, her heart sunk lower and lower, her eyes widening and pupils growing smaller, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. She just...stood there for a few moments, reeling, barely moving a muscle, before tears finally began to stream down her eyes. Applejack blinked, not sure what to do or say at first, but eventually rose a shaky hoof to rest upon Twilight's shoulder.*

AJ: H-Hey, it's alright sugarcube.

Twilight: *Silent at first, but eventually spoke shakily and softly* R-Rainbow....R-Rainbow's dead.

AJ: W-What?!

Twilight: She's dead...P-Pinkie escaped and...o-oh Celestia, it's not even just Rainbow...the w-whole facility's...j-just...*She took in a shaky breath, closing her eyes tightly and sniffling, whole body shaking as her brain struggled to process what was going on. After some time of this, she took in another deep breath, opening her tear-stricken eyes and looking towards AJ*

Twilight: You need to stay indoors, and make sure t-this house...this house is s-secure. This...has become a -much- bigger problem, very...very quickly. I want to stay...to help you all get through this...b-but, I'm the Princess...I need to go wherever I'm needed. Just...just please stay inside - and try to contact Rarity. Hopefully, she can help with...w-with whatever you might need. *She was still an utter wreck, but she was trying to stuff those feelings down as deep as they could for the sake of protecting what little she had left at this point.*

AJ: *Much like Twilight, she also just stood there in silence for a few moments. She felt conflict through her heart, knowing just how bad this was getting...but she'd seen those larvae firsthand, she knew they weren't evil, at least not intentionally; and if she'd learned anything from the bats debacle with Fluttershy, it's that some animals can't help but destroy just by virtue of existing. She wanted to tell Twilight the truth...but she just couldn't - not when her brother's life was at stake. Finally, she just nodded, letting Twilight go on her way, closing the door and turning to face the living room. Now that she was alone, she quickly fell to her knees and began to cry.*

(Sorry that this was darker/sadder than most of the other ones. This -is- horror after all, we're really ramping up now! Lol)

[absolutely-not-my-main-blog]

My internet provider was straight up playing me before because it took 3 hours to download the ep last week and with the new internet, 20 minutes this week, so anyway I took random notes while watching and just gonna post a couple of them in one hit before scrolling my dash:

1. “Anybody can get a guy to bang them once.” Oh, can they, Dennis? Can they?? Sounds like a man speaking from experience, huh.

2. Jack to Charlie regarding “play dates” together and him saying “You don’t remember,” oh that hurts my heart, Charlie having to repress memories of him. And then the extra creep factor with the fucking ice cream truck, good lord, I’m starting to think Jack murder is more and more possible this season.

3. “Don’t mind my friend, he’s schizophrenic.” “I am, yeah.” I know it’s like a joke here, but I like schizotypal Charlie headcanon so I choose to see this as a win. (Spider in my ear vibes though <3)

4. Dee and Mac asking “why” and “how come” Dennis has a system to get men and him shhing them, oh yeah it’s all coming together, he’s used this system fr, and the truth and something else is gonna come out, baby.

5. Love The Waitress is Getting Married vibes from Dennis helping Mac and Dee on their dates the way they tried to help Charlie.

6. Girl, how did Dennis get that bottle open over that guy, this man lives off of beer and air, he’s a weak, frail Victorian maiden who would absolutely get Mac to open jars in their apartment constantly.

7. MOMMY ISSUES DENNIS REAL. Okay so we’re all in agreement we’re gonna transport Den “back to a time when he was a snot nosed little bitch who depended on the most important person in his life for absolutely everything, the person who inflated his ego, who made him feel powerful but also powerless, the person whose validation he’s been seeking his entire life.” I’m SCREAMING. “The way to make a guy fall in love with you is to make him feel like you are his mommy.” GIRL, WHAT THE FUCK, Freud would like a word, I could write a whole essay on this scene alone, but I’m sure someone else already has, but oh my god they’re bringing up how Barbara’s influence really messed with him, inflating his ego, making him the golden child and holding him up to these perfect standards, but he’s trying to maintain that perfection even after she’s gone and realizing he can’t, making him powerless. He just wants the illusion of power! he doesn’t want to have to work for it this much. Head buzzing with incoherent thoughts but there are thoughts here I may come back to just aaahh.

8. On another note, I really liked their acting in this one, especially the S.I.N.N.E.D. scene, their deliveries were all great, they seemed to be having fun and it was sooo cute.

9. A boy in love with Johnny so he can’t be with anyone else, but Dennis is Johnny, Dennis catfish real, Dennis controlling anal beads real, what fever dream is this fucking episode, a boy in love with Johnny, Johnny dennis Dennis Johnny, I’m losing my mind.

10. “I’m Dennis, I’ve always been Dennis” and Ireland’s “You’re you, you’ve always been you” parallels and Mac’s need for solid and clear labels of identity, but Dennis’ continually vague notion of his own self, and Mac remaining completely clueless this whole season, not seeing what’s right in front of him, the blowing jokes, Dennis and his system for men, Dennis is Johnny, while Dennis is starting to realize maybe what he wants and continuously gets more aware, and it leads to mental health day, aaah idk!! So much!

11. I love how everyone was deep dive analyzing the Frank Dennis scene and it was just him telling him he got anal beads in his ass 😭

12. The chess opponent looks a lil like Donald to me.

13. Full ass blast 😭 I hate how this show makes me insane regardless of that.

[imlostinthedistance]

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I can talk about things for hours so I honestly hope you are ready for this.

There are many good things in life, and one of the good things in my life is music, all types of music (except EDM sorry lol). I would have to say my favorite artist is Mac Miller, but my favorite song is HONEST by Baby Keem.

Baby Keem also known has Hykeem Carter was born on Oct. 22 2000. He's a libra and I can tell cause he's always right. He gained recognition when ORANGE SODA first came out. I remember that song being a song of the summer.

Let us focus on the true subject though:

HONEST

HONEST appears on his second studio album "DIE FOR MY BITCH", its the second song.

The beginning beats feel like my heart pounding, it makes my entire body slow but also float to a different headspace. This song makes me feel comfort, sadness, happiness, and laughs.

Every single time I listen to the song it feels exactly like the first time I heard. I get those exact same feelings I got the first time, every time I hear it. I somehow know every single word.

There are so many lyrics that tug at me so much so I'd like to share them:

"half-past tweleve, I was all alone, I can't be compromised

fuckin' on my ex, we aint apologize"

This lyric wow. It is the truth. The whole truth, and nothing but the entire truth. That's all I gotta say.

"cause im way too young and you always right"

Again, wow. I have heard those gut wrenching words come from my mouth and the mouth of exes. It hit me somewhere I didn't know existed. I can just hear my ex saying that and its kind of funny because I am always right and we were just 19 year olds.

"the little arguments always start the fight"

I felt this, I felt it to the core of my entire existance. Arguing is exhausting but geez, having every little thing become an argument is draining. It hurts when a relationship goes through that, but both parties have to grow.

"be honest, honest cause im honest, honest"

That lyric is simply self explanatory. Baby Keem is so relatable what I would do to have a conversation with him.

"youre not who i love, huh i just need to pass the time, huh'

Saying those things to someone is one of the hardest truths I have ever had to say. I dont like lying and I dont like wrong impressions. In truth to not be a person who does this, heal.

"I treat my lil orange like a hellcat"

I LOVE THIS LYRIC. Cutest lyric in the whole song, it alludes to his song his song ORANGE SODA. An orange soda brand is... Crush. I want to be treated like a Hellcat.

Those are just some examples of why this song is so good. To me he is a relatable lyrical genius.

I have seen him perform this song 3 times live in less than 6 months. I traveled down to Miami to see him. Any chance I got I take, Baby Keem's words hit my soul like a truck full of fireworks.

I listened to this song:

122 times on Apple Music

and

92 times on Spotify

I listened to it 214 times. Basically listened to that song once a day for 7 months. 10 hours, 617 minutes.

Crazy, but the song is just that good.

Every single break up, this is the first song I listen to. It can speak to a lot of different circumstances. Its a song that not only is relatable but the beat and the bass and vocals.

His voice is so clear but you can hear how he feels. Hearing him perform it makes you feel warm, he makes the lights a beautiful sunset orange. He makes sure to let you sing it. He knows this song touches people.

The beat and the soothing ooohs, over it give me a feeling of swaying. Just way to the beat and let him talk to you about his shitty love life. It gives a sense of comfort that he has a shitty love life like I have a shitty love life so I am not completely alone in these feelings.

[f-ngrl]

3 current albums

that i like/recommend :) if korean trap is dying, these albums are saying “not yet”.

Jayci yucca, dnss - S3X AND THE CITY. 10 songs, 29 min 38 sec.

it’s a dream come true for me!! i usually don’t like ballad-y and pop songs, but jayci yucca was always my exception. i liked all his cute and sweet songs and rock songs. i never imagined he would actually make a trap album just for fun some day. and it is so much fun for me too! it’s very much a no skip album. and ofc producer dnss needs to be mentioned. after they made an album with love songs together, i love how they decided to do a multiple-album project together ^_^ features: kid wine, the quiett, lobonabeat!, skinny brown, leellamarz, don malik, yukon from 0wave, kvsh, street baby, ys block, ny kid.

youtube | apple music | spotify

Mac Kidd - RAMPAGE, 11 songs, 25 min 28 sec

I’m so glad i finally remembered to follow mac kidd on spotify just a few days before this album came out. i was so happy! lately i couldn’t find many rappers that i like but i found him. it isn’t as aggressive as his other songs that i like so much, but still nice and solid! the songs are very short but that’s not unusual. this is what you’d expect from a nice fine underground album. no song gives reason to skip. features: roh yunha, bill stax, choo, yln foreign, oygli, paloalto, huh!.

youtube | apple music | spotify

Koreangroove - RED GROOVE, 7 songs, 15 min 53 sec

the man is unstoppable! founder of friemilli is setting an example and releaseing soo much (good!) music this year and last year, i love it! and finally i understand the meaning behind the colors :D his name is koreangroove right, and this series of EPs are called “white groove”, “blue groove”, “red groove” - the colors of korea. it seems the series is completed with this one. once again, all songs are good! features: chilln homie, dawn dox, rosy barbie, dj 2bae, m!kyle, lil poet, ny dogg, kitsyojii

youtube | apple music | spotify

[yomarcello]

John Wick with the Pen

Verse 1

I got a Kryptonite up  on my hand

None of my peers can maneuver

I shoot you right in the heart like Cupid

I leave you muted, looted, just to conclude it

 

I say it first to elude it

Keep a gun on my side so I never feel secluded

John wick with the pen, I’m too reputed

Drank the Juice now the WRLD is Lucid.

 

Whenever come fright

I cannot hide, I killed the beat with all of my might

Well now, it’s a murder outside

Lambo the ride, I’m speeding whenever I drive

 

They say it’s on sight

They aim on the sights

Whenever they pull up

They become ray Charles when they aim with the Pipe

 

Killing the Beats and being this good, is quite deceiving

Receiving the Hate, Seeing the Snakes, that’s what I been Dealing

Whenever I’m dreaming, they also say I am reaching

But once the money and fame come, I know these bitches be switchin’ in an evening

 

 

Verse 2

 

Honestly, fuck that shit, look at the labels and dismiss proposals

Ah yes, I’m hot, I’m Lit, look at the devil and shoot at his backbone

Yes, I am 19, I’m damn grown, so I won’t fall for no damn loan

The labels they own all of our stake so they can buy what? Just to purchase more Thrones?

 

I am doing this for fellow artist, for my people

Look at NewJeans and BlackPink, they were the first to rebel

I mean what are we to these labels, just a product with Labels?

Look, I am tired of these exects, fuck them labels.

 

I’m not trying to be conscious, just trying to be cautious

What if I died, would they milk my name?

They same way they did Jarad, the same way they did MJ

The same way they did Lil Peep, the same way they did XXX?

 

Huh?

What’s next for me?

Is it Pac or Biggie

Is it Mac or Nipsey

Will next be me?

 

Without my legacy going down

The people paying those sounds

And wishing I was still around

Is there any respect found?

 

The life of an Artist

A life with a target

You Know what happens

 

It happened to MJ

When he started becoming bigger than his Label

They killed him in the hospital.

[jaegersprincess]

I had come home to flower fruit mountain absolutely drained after a really tiring day at work. When I managed to trudge through the door Macaque was there by the door waiting for me,instantly cradling me to his chest cooing softly to me "Aww my lil dove had a hard day huh".

He starts rubbing my back with one hand the other untying my hair from it's disheveled bun an threads his clawed hand through my hair giving my scalp light scratches.

I just hide my face in his chest and let out a pathetic whine tears beading at my eyes.

" My poor baby" He cooes as he removes his hand from my head, delicatly wiping the small tears from my eyes before scooping me in his arms caring me to our bedroom.

I let out a small whimper at the sudden movement. Macaque gently bounces me in his muscular arms to soothe me."Peaches is getting the bath ready for you star bright he's even using his special bath salts just for you" he says softly.

As he walks into the room there's Wukong sitting on the bed waiting for us. When he sees Macaque holding me close he softly smiles "There's my precious petal" he says as he makes his way to us, once close enough to me he tangles his fingers in my hair an lightly scratches my scalp. I leaned my head into is hand with a content hum passing my lips as his claws gently scrap against my scalp.

"Moonbeam heard you had a rough day so I got a nice warm bath for our lil starshine all ready". He kisses the top of my head before he pulls away and takes me from macaques arms.I whine as I'm taken from Mac's warm embrace. Wukong softly sushes me as he walks towards the bed laying me down. Wukong gently takes my clothes off me kissing my face everytime I whine at each layer being taken off my over stimulated body."Ssh I know love I know, I'm almost done" he hums gently.

While Wukong undresses me Macaque makes his way to the bathroom to light the lavender scented candles that line the corners of the tub. Once done he strips he's clothes off an enters the tub, by the time he's done Wukong is walking in with Dani cradled in his strong arms.Wukong lays me on Macaque's lap and starts to strip an climbs into the tub as well.

They take turns bathing me all the while I haven't said a word an they weren't gonna make me knowing my social battery was practically non existent. After soaking in the tub for a bit Macaque gently moves me to wukong's lap an gets out and starts to dry off. Once he's down he wraps the towel around his hips before taking me from Wukong. He leans me against his firm cheat and proceeds to gently dry me off, sushing me when I whine at the towel rubbing against my currently sensitive skin. Meantime Macaque dries me off as Wukong climbs out an starts to dry off, wrapping the towel round his hips as well. Macaque loosely wraps the towel around me preceding to gather me into his powerful arms once again, carries me back to the bedroom. He lays me onto the bed and dresses me in my softest pajamas. During the time Macaque is getting me dressed for bed, Wukong is draining the tub, blowing the candles out before making his way towards his two loves.

Wukong quickly throws on just a pair of sleep pants before sitting on the bed under the covers back against the headboard.

He pulls me under the covers laying me on his chest head over his heart legs straddling his hips.

Macaque shimmys on a pair of sleep pants, before he makes his way to the door. I fuss noisily when I see him leaving the room.

He turns to face me with a soft smile, eyes full of love "Ssh you're ok pet I'm just getting you a lil something to eat before bed I'll be right back" he tenderly says, walking out the room.

I huff harshly through my nose while slumping against Wukong's chest, said monkey chuckling quietly "Aw such a clingy baby hhm" he murmurs gently in my ear. I let out a small grunt as I nuzzle into his sturdy chest. Wukong gently massages my shoulders an slowly works his way down my back stopping at my lower back before making his way back up. He continues the process whilst waiting for Macaque to return with the promised food.

The warmth of the covers along with Wukong's body heat plus the massage starts to lull me to sleep, struggling to stay awake.

Macaque strides back into the room with a plate of my favorite fruit cut up. He stares lovingly at the scene he walks in on. Wukong notices him standing in the doorway and lets out a soft snort at the dopey look on Macaque's face.

"Stop standing there like a love sick fool and hurry over here our darling is barley conscious" he rasped out. Macaque makes quick strides to the bed "As if you aren't a bigger love sick fool" he teases while he gets under the covers pressing against Wukong's side, plate in his lap.

Macaque grabs a slice of plum and softly nudges it against my lips urging me to eat. I let out a weak mewl an turn my face into Wukongs chest wanting to sleep. Macaque let's out a small tsk gripping my chin making me turn my head away from Wukong's chest.

"None of that sweets you need to eat before you can go to sleep" he states firmly. I let out a small grunt scrunching up my nose to show my displeasure at not being allowed to fall asleep.

Wukong hitches me up a little higher on his chest while softly whispering into my ear, " come on love just a few pieces and you can go to sleep I promise" I pull my lips into a small pout and let out a small keen kicking my legs in frustration.

"I know I'm being so mean to the baby girl but be a good girl and eat a few pieces and I'll put on a shadow play for you to fall asleep too" bargains Macaque.

My eyes widen slightly at the prospect of one of he's shadow plays. I open my mouth wide enough for macaque to slip the small piece of plum into my mouth.

Wukong kisses the top of my head "there's a good girl" he praises as he starts to rub my back. Macaque smiles as he feeds me more plum pieces. "Just a few more starbright and you'll be finished" expresses Macaque.

Macaque holds a piece of mango to my lips but I seal my lips shut and looks from the fruit to him gesturing with my eyes for him to eat it.

Macaque's eyes fill with love at the gesture " We've already eaten dove don't worry" he replies. I open my mouth at that letting him slide the mango in. "Such a sweet girl wanting to share her food" hums Wukong. I feel a blush spread across my cheeks at the constant praise from my two loves.

Once half the plate was empty Macaque puts it onto the nightstand, then slides me off Wukong so I lay between the two.

"Now I believe I promised our lil love a shadow play" smirks Macaque.

A smile blooms across my face eyes filling with glee. "Someone's excited" chuckles Wukong as he lays down beside me wrapping an arm around my waist. Macaque lays on his back his arm in the air as he puts on a shadow play about a powerful geisha saving a village.

Barley a quarter in the play I feel my eyes start to droop heavily before closing completely.

I soon drift off into a deep sleep. When Macaque sees I'm down for the count he stops only for Wukong to whine. "Aw come on moonlight finish the story" he pouts at him.

Macaque rolls to his side to face me and Wukong a smirk on his lips. "You and I both know if I finish while she's asleep she'll be pouty in the morning" Macaque says softly.

Wukong let's out a fake exasperated sigh " I suppose we can't have a pouty baby now can we". Macaque chuckles at his theatrics "no, no we can not she'll withhold kisses as punishment". Wukong let's out a small hum " mm that she would ".

Wukong looks down at Dani lovingly then moves his eyes to macaque. " I'm so lucky to have you both as my mates" Wukong says adoringly.

Macaque leans over an places a chaste kiss to Wukongs lips "So am I peaches so am I". "Goodnight my loves" Wukong sleepiy utters as he closes his eyes.

Macaque presses closer to Dani while wrapping his arm around her waist and tail intertwining with Wukong's before he himself succumbs to sleep as well.

[mayhemproduces]

Steph De Lander vs Mance Warner

Steph is leaning against the turnbuckle, clearly bored by the whole dragged out entrance, but as Mance Warner finally gets into the ring, the crowd still singing along to his entrance, and even without a mic the whole crowd can hear SDL groan ’*hurry the fuck up and ring the bell you assholes!*’ Before Steve Guy, our beloved ring announcer has a chance to leave the ring, Mancer grabs the mic and shushes the whole crowd, before tapping on the mic a few times as Steph growls again. “okay okay y'all, y'all know me and how much of a *gentleman* i am-” he enunciated each syllable of the word, clearly trying to show how sincere he was as Steph rolled her eyes. “Aight- maybe i ain’t a gentleman all the damn time, but one things for sure- for a nice southern lady like miss Stephanie here, I’m gonna be an absolute an’ total gentleman!” the crowd is cheering but Steph simply pulls two fingers out in response. “so all that means no chairs” the crowd boos, “come on y'all, i’m bein’ a real solid guy here, *no chairs*, no tables or DQ moves, jus’ a good ol’ fashioned technical match and we’re gonna be like- that goddamn Honor Ring, shakin’ hands an’ everythin! Come on Miss Stephanie, shake an ol’ guys hand, huh?” Mance passes the mic back to Steve before extending a hand to Steph with a bright grin. She looks hesitant, and no one here can blame her, but as the crowd starts chanting ’*shake his hand, shake his hand,*’ SDL finally gives in and takes his hand in hers. The crowd erupts in cheers, but a second later Warner pulls her towards him and sends her to the mat with a harsh knee to the stomach! Leaning over the ropes, Mance grabs the mic again and laughs- “aight aight, i lied, but i’ll do what it takes to make bank!” Mance keeps her curled up on the ground with some heavy stomps to the back before grinning again. “you didn’t learn about *liars* from vinnie mac lil’ girl? you of all people should know not to trust a handshake!” he laughed.

Stepping on her hips as he stepped over her, Mance put more pressure on her before turning to the hardcam. “Aight, now like ya learned in that ol’ NXT gym- look right at the hardcam and *POSE* baby!” Mance goes for another dramatic stomp, but all his talking has given Steph the chance to catch her breath, grabbing his boot and pushing him backwards and making him fall over. “Fuck you, and fuck that old fuck!” Steph screamed out before slamming some of her own boots down into his stomach, grabbing a fistful of hair to pull him back up, just to send him down with another knee. She’s clearly using all that pent up anger right now, before turning to shower the crowd in middle fingers as they boo their favorite getting hit. “and fuck alllllll of you t–” Steph’s dropped to the mat with an elbow to the back of the head, pulling her to the middle of the ring before bouncing off the ropes with an elbow drop! ’*my fuckin’ tits! asshole!*’ Steph is rolling around in pain, Warner going for multiple stomps but missing every time as she rolled around. he finally gives up, grabbing a fistful of her hair before pulling her up onto her feet and slamming her with a harsh elbow right to the head! Steph stumbles, but the self proclaimed ‘death match queen’ manages to stay standing before delivering one of her own. instead of actually being hurt, Mance just laughs before sending shot after shot to the broad, grabbing her neck in his arm- oh GOD! Mance Warner just *plants* Steph DeLander with a brutal DDT. Mance quickly goes for a cover-1… 2-Steph just manages to kick out, but that was too close to a three count for Steph to be comfortable with. Mance is laughing, leaning over the ring ropes before the crowd erupts in cheers-but they’re not cheering for Mance, MJF’s slid into the ring behind Mance and is out for blood!! He’s showering Mance with plenty of elbows and punches to the back of the head, Steph quickly joining in the ambush.

The whole time MJF is just screaming about Syn, his best friend, and how absolutely *despicable* Mance is for betraying him, for *hurting him-* Steph stumbles back, just watching MJF take all his anger out on Mance as he slowly curls up a little more with each punch. She’s watching with eyebrows raised, clearly just waiting for MJF to profess his love or whatever, something to make all of this dramatic-ness make sense, but as MJF finally stands up and takes a breath, Steph scrambles beneath him and moves to cover Mance for the win-It’s not exactly a decisive win, but you do what you can for the win, right? 1…2… 3!!Thanks to MJF’s uncontrollable anger, Steph’s scored the win, and quickly rolls out of the ring to avoid Mance getting angry at her and wanting some post-match brawling that she really can’t be bothered to deal with. MJF’s still in the ring, screaming at Mance as he lies facedown, moaning and groaning as he tries to crawl away from Max. as Warner gets to the ropes, there’s a ref to  help him to the back as Steph is cheering for herself on the ramp as her music plays over everything.

[nekohime19]

Mini Mac # 42 : Bull King advices

Wukong is super motivated now and he wanna makes the perfect confession, so he goes to the only guy he knows who has a healthy romantic relationship

Of course, Wukong was aware of the ways of courtship. Well, he was aware after listening to multiple explanations from his friends and brothers. He already tried some with Macaque. Especially gift-giving and praises. Yet Wukong couldn't help but fret for his confession. He wanted something grand. He wanted something heartfelt. Something that could convey everything hiding inside of his chest. Yet Sun Wukong wasn't a monkey of words. He didn't know how to use them, didn't know how to shape the feeling burning him.

The pilgrims weren't of any help. The only one with experience was Bajie, and Bajie's way wasn't to his taste. The pig puffed and huffed when Wukong told him he didn‘t like his ideas, and removed the peaches from tonight's dinner. Petty pig. The only one Wukong could think of with actual helpful experience was Bull King. The guy was married. Clearly he did something right. But would he be willing to help Wukong with his heart's problems? That was debatable. Nonetheless, the great sage managed to weasle a “yes” out of Sanzang mouth when he pleaded to be left with a few hours of break from the journey.

It couldn't hurt to try.

Last time Wukong saw his ex-sworn brother, it was to help save his kid's life. Maybe that would play in his favor. Maybe the Bull would be willing to humor him. Wukong felt galvanized. The only problem was the cubs. Macaque was still asleep, it's been three days since the Camel Ridge fight, and both cubs refused to leave their dad's side. Sanzang said Macaque would wake-up soon. Wukong hoped it was true. The wait was excruciating. What was troubling him right now, was that the cubs also refused to leave his side. Perhaps, they found comfort in his presence or they really did see him as their other parent. Wukong felt himself tear up at the thought. They didn't want him to leave.

“Come on, firecracker, it's only for a few hours. I'll be back in a jiffy.” Tried to explain Wukong. His daughter pouted, she was sitting on the tip of his snout and refused to go down. She hit his nose with her tiny fists in righteous fury. It didn't hurt at all.

Rumble was curled on Macaque's chest, he was looking up at him with a pout, which wasn't unusual, but there were tears of frustration welling up in his eyes.

“Hey, hey, bud, don't cry, please.” Pleaded Wukong. He couldn't win against his son's tears, and the lil gremlin knew it. Rumble's lower lips trembled and he began to sob. Oh how painful it was. It hurts more than any blade could ever. Wukong crouched down and leaned over him. “No, no, come on, Rumble, don't cry. Please. Pa wants to see you smile.” It didn't work at all, Wukong bit his lips. “Okay, okay, I'll, huh, I'll take you two and Mac with me. Please just stop crying bud, you're gonna make me cry too.” Rumble stopped and looked at his sister. She considered the offer for a few seconds and then patted Wukong's snout in agreement. The deal was sealed. Wukong sighed. “Okay, but you two behave, no running around in Bull King castle.” Both cubs blinked innocently at him, Wukong wasn't fooled by their act, those two were born troublemakers.

The great sage put the sleeping Macaque in his heart pocket with the two cubs. Both infants giggled at the motion and clutched Macaque, curling around him. Once they were all comfortable, Wukong stepped in his cloud and flew towards the Bull King territory. The flight was short. It didn't take long until they reached the lava covered lands. Wukong landed in the front door and took a deep breath. He knocked on the door and fiddled with his tiger skirt nervously. He hoped the Bull would hear him out. But he wasn't sure. The memory of the Camel Ridge fight was still fresh. He pushed it to the back of his mind. Not willing to think about it. But it lingered nonetheless. Haunting him in his darkest hours.

The door creaked open. Bull King didn't change at all, he was as tall as in his memories, yet he also looked a bit older, they were creases on his face Wukong wasn't familiar with. Most of all, there was a babbling baby with red hair in his arms. He looked more mature than the fight-driven and teasing brother Wukong was used to. “Simian, what are you doing here?” Asked the Bull King.

“I, huh, I need advice.” Awkwardly chuckled Wukong.

The Bull King narrowed his eyes, he then looked at his baby and sighed. “I owe you greatly, so I will indulge you.” Wukong sighed in relief. He followed after the Bull and dived in the castle.

They settled in a silent living room lightened up by the flames of a cheminee-fire. Bull King settled his baby on his knees and crossed his arms. Red Son crossed his arms too, a poor imitation of Bull King's own posture. “So what do you want?” Asked Bull King.

“How did you confess to Princess Iron Fan?” Blurted out Wukong. Perhaps he could have been subtler. But he wasn't one to beat around the bush.

“Don't tell me you're still not with the lil simian. It's been centuries.” Sighed Bull King. Wukong scratched his neck in embarrassment and averted his eyes. “You fool. Both of you.” Bull King pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, Red Son did the same, it was cute. “Did you at least initiate courting?”

“I did. I, huh, gave clothes and food, and I praised him a lot!” Wukong felt the two gremlins in his pocket move at the raise of his voice, he put one finger in his pocket to appease his cubs. Immediately, his finger was bitten by Savage, this lil piranha.

“That's the bare minimum.” Huffed Bull King. “And so now you wish to confess?”

“Yeah… I… I don't want to wait any longer. How did you do it with your wife?”

“I organized a huge feast where I covered her in jewels.” Huffed Bull King with pride, Red Son huffed too. Wukong winced, he didn't think Macaque would enjoy a feast. “But that was my wife. You have to think about what the macaque would like.”

“He likes, huh, he likes theater, and doing his shadow play. He likes herbs. He prefers the night and silent places. I want to do something huge.”

“Would he like something huge?” Wukong winced a little.

“.... Probably not. He’ll like something heartfelt. But I don't know how to do something heartfelt.”

“You're not good with words, but that doesn't mean you can't be heartfelt with any other means. Weren't you good at drawing back in the days? Why don't you do a portrait of him ?” Wukong perked up at the idea. He liked that. It's been a long time since he drew anything, but he could do that. Maybe a nice dinner under the moon with the cubs. And he'll hand over the portrait, and tell his feelings. That sounded rather… nice.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” Nodded Wukong. He wanted to say more but he was interrupted by a familiar shriek of laughter. Wukong's eyes widened in alarm and he looked around. He cursed. His daughter was climbing Bull King leg, somehow, someway, she already managed to reach his lap and she stood besides Red Son.

Red Son looked down at the lil monkey with a curious face. Savage crawled over and began to climb him. She reached the top of his red hair and shouted in victory. Red Son pouted and tried to get her out of his hair but he failed and rolled in his father's lap.

“Oh Gods, Savage!” Wukong leaped on his feet, he approached Red Son and took his daughter back. “I told you to behave.” Savage looked up at him and did a lil blep. Wukong sighed, he looked in his pocket and was glad to find Rumble curled up on Macaque's chest, at least his son was too lazy to cause troubles.

“So you do really have cubs.” Hummed Bull King. Savage looked at the Bull Demon and chirped in excitement. She really wanted to hang around those huge horns! “You had cubs with your lil lover but you never confessed your feelings to him?” Asked Bull King with raised eyebrows.

“It's a… complicated situation.” Nervously chuckled Wukong.

“You are aware your lil lover probably already knows your feelings if you two danced together?”

Wukong frowned for a second, when it dawned on him what exactly the Bull King was referring to, his fur puffed up and he flushed. “W-we never d-danced. It's not like I-I don’t want to but it's too soon! We just had cubs!”

Bull King looked at him with an unimpressed gaze and snorted. Wukong scowled. Why did he even think this guy became more mature with his baby? He didn't change at all!

+ cut scenes

PIF : I am going out tonight, you are on babysitting duty.

Bull King *who just woke up* : Really? 😔

PIF : 🤨

Bull King : I mean, it would be an honor 🫡

 

Bull King : Just you and me son. Let's hope nothing happens. 😌

Wukong : excuse me, I'm looking for advices?

Bull King : Well I talked too soon.

 

Savage *when she was hitting Sun Wukong to make him stay* : My fists doens't seem to take him down. What a tough opponent. Brother, bring in the waterworks. 😠

Rumble : Alright, sister!

Savage : Ah! He caved! As expected, another victory for us. Pa is soft and malleable. 😌

Rumble : Truly the perfect victim 😌

Ch1 / Previous /Next

[rookthorne]

But trouble is looming both in the city and with his next door neighbor, Nicki.

NOT NICKI!

Through the whirlwind of hunting down the Flag Smashers, befriending Baron Zemo and sending him back to prison (with promises to write)-

WHAT?!?! 🤣

I mean, I would also very much like to do this too…

“You know we’ll be here for a while, right? You can blink.” Bucky pinched your side. 

lil’ shit! 😑

“What?” You waved Bucky off and stepped a few feet away. “What are you talking about, Helmut?”

BISH EXCUSE ME

I can hear his voice and I don’t like it 👀

“No—no, I just came for my key. Um, my—girlfriend—" Bucky hesitated as he glanced at you. “—is here, and we’ve got to do some shopping, but thanks for the offer.” 

DAMN STRAIGHT!

“Girlfriend, huh?” You teased, making Bucky’s face flush. “I don’t remember you asking me.”

“I would have, but I was afraid you would make a joke about how old-fashioned I am.”

Bucky didn’t get a chance to respond before Nicki was back in the doorway. But he didn’t need to. You saw the flicker of emotion in his oceanic eyes—looking at you as if you hung the moon. Bucky wore his heart on his sleeve, and right now, he was telling you  it was yours. 

Bucky grinned and lifted you up onto the counter; he stood between your legs and let you kiss him until you both had to take a breath. “Food can be arranged.” 

I WANT MY DICK PROTEIN!

“Okay, fine. A table. But only because I wanna fuck you on it eventually.” 

HNNNNG

SIR

“Well, if I hadn’t blown up his villa, it would have been mine. So, that’s a bummer. Same goes for everything that was inside. But, there are several cars, boats, one plane, and a lot—I mean a lot of money—all mine.” 

I would invest in a sex dungeon, a lot of rope… I mean what? 👀

“And you think I won’t? You think I’m not excited about making you my sugar baby?” You teased. 

“Sugar, what now?” 

OH MY GOD 🤣

But, he was learning to appreciate them on you—soft slivers of skin just begging to be touched (or licked). The constant temptation to slide his hands underneath the fabric, knowing he would find you braless most of the time, was becoming almost unbearable. 

DOWN BOY!

“Are you coming?” You asked with a knowing smirk on your lips.

👀👀👀

You liked food more than most, but you forced him to put most of the junk back and buy real food—you had never seen him get so grumpy so fast. 

leave my boy and his sugar addiction alone, Haylie! 😠

The sleeves of his snug black sweater were pushed up to his elbows, those bulging veins in his forearms on full display every time he turned the screwdriver in his hand.

Ma’am.

This is an attack.

ATTACKING ME IS ILLEGAL

Bucky placed his hand on the table and smiled proudly. “And you—in the kitchen—hey!” Bucky ducked as the cereal box flew at his head. “I was gonna ask if you wanted to test out the table, but never mind—clearly it’s that time of—" Bucky broke off into a fit of giggles as you turned and threw another box—this one mac and cheese—at him.

this lil’ shit and his devious ways, gonna get him fucking spanked over my knee in a minute.

You let out an irritated breath. “Okay, I guess that’s the smart thing to do. I don’t want it to collapse when I’m trying to eat breakfast in the morning.” 

Bucky matched your pace, slowly sliding his hands up your sides and under your shirt, gently cupping your breasts and rolling his thumbs over your nipples.

keep calm keep calm keep calm

“Been dying to touch you all day,” Bucky rasped against your lips before pulling off your shirt—gently squeezing, licking, biting, and sucking before slowly pulling your sweats off.

KEEP CALM KEEP CALM KEEP CALM

“Soon,” Bucky murmured, looking up at you as he hooked his thumbs into your underwear. “It’s only right that my first meal at this table be my favorite one. Don’t you think?” 

oh, fuck.

OH, FUCK.

Bucky grazed his fingers over the leg on his shoulder, leaving a wake of goosebumps from your knee to your thigh. “Words, sweetheart.” 

THAT WAS AN ATTACK

P.S. YOU ARE A FUCKING BITCH I LOVE YOU

Bucky licked his lips in anticipation; he might not last that long, his cock was already painfully straining against his jeans—maybe he should have let you take them off first. “Yes, ma’am.” 

oh

The table was thoroughly christened (and disinfected) that night, and secretly, you hoped that nosy neighbor Nicki heard every noise the two of you made. 

😏😏😏

Your Eyes Outshine the Town....Chapter 1

Bucky Barnes x Black Female Reader

18+ ONLY.

GIF by theseromaniansarecrazy

Chapter summary: You and Bucky arrive in Brooklyn, ready to spend some quality time together. But trouble is looming both in the city and with his next door neighbor, Nicki.

Warnings: Smut, reader is jealous but she's working on it, Zemo is a friend to both Reader and Bucky but he is currently in The Raft.

New York City. On the surface, it’s a bustling city of opportunity–a place where dreams come true. But underneath the shiny exterior lies the unforgiving reality of the city that never sleeps. And you were far too familiar with the grimy underbelly that the tourists never saw. Fuzzy memories of your various missions across the city threatened to break through your walls, demanding your attention. That life, your violent, morally gray past was behind you now. You were an Avenger–kind of. Sam had been your best friend since childhood, and helping him with the Flag Smasher mission had given you a spot on the good team. As well as introduced you to Bucky. Your relationship was new, the beginning had been rocky, with him falling for you instantly and you constantly rebuffing his advances. You loved sleeping with him, but you were scared of anything more. Until you couldn’t ignore your feelings anymore, and finally gave in to what your heart wanted. It had only been a week since you told him you loved him. Through the whirlwind of hunting down the Flag Smashers, befriending Baron Zemo and sending him back to prison (with promises to write), and your continued search for the Power Broker, you and Bucky had managed to create something great. And now, you were taking some much needed time off, putting the search for the Power Broker on pause, and spending Christmas with Bucky in his Brooklyn home. 

The bright lights and Christmas decorations were a great distraction from your intrusive memories as you sat in the back of a yellow taxi with Bucky. Your nose was practically pressed against the window as you tried to take it all in. 

“You know we’ll be here for a while, right? You can blink.” Bucky pinched your side. 

“Hey!” You twisted away from him. “That tickles, and your hand is freezing.” 

“Not my fault you’re not properly dressed for the cold.” Bucky wrapped his arm around your exposed midriff and pulled you back to his side. 

You snuggled against him until your phone started ringing—an unknown number you ignored twice and finally answered on the third ring. 

“Who is this?” You said into the phone as you let Bucky help you out of the taxi. 

“Hi, draga.” 

You froze, your mouth agape. “How?” 

“The right price—I don’t have much time. You’re in danger.” 

“What?” You waved Bucky off and stepped a few feet away. “What are you talking about, Helmut?”

“I’ve heard things in here–are you still in Wakanda? It’s the safest place for you right now.”

“How did you know—never mind—we literally just got to New York. What’s going on?” You glanced back at Bucky, standing outside of his building with your bags and a frown on his face. 

“The Power Broker isn’t above using your past enemies to hunt you down.” 

You clenched your jaw, quickly forming a shortlist of the most likely suspects. “Who is it?”

You heard Zemo make a frustrated noise before he spoke again. “I’ve got to go, I don’t know who–fill James in.” 

“I—" You looked back at Bucky again; you had promised him a vacation. “I can’t tell him; I’ll handle it on my own.” 

“No—don’t be stupid; he can protect you.” 

“I’ll be fine—it was nice to hear your voice. Merry Christmas.” 

You hung up as Zemo continued to argue with you. You took a moment to reset your face, you were not going to let anyone ruin this Christmas for you, and you certainly weren’t going to ruin Bucky’s. Neither of you had had a proper Christmas in so long. Growing up in foster homes meant you never really celebrated, and when you told Bucky you never got gifts from Santa you could tell he was close to tears. But that was nothing in comparison to his last Christmas being in the 1940s. No, this Christmas was too important. 

“Everything okay?” Bucky asked as you approached. 

“All good,” you said with a smile as you tilted your chin up, asking for a kiss that Bucky granted. 

“Hmm, okay, come on, let’s get inside before you get frostbite.” 

You started rattling off a list of all the Christmas activities you guys needed to do as you took the elevator to Bucky’s floor. Bucky could tell something was off—you were distracted. 

“This is us,” Bucky let you get off the elevator first and followed behind with the luggage. “I’m the last one on the right.” 

You skipped the rest of the length to his door and waited excitedly for him to open it. 

Bucky sat the bags down. “I gotta get my key from my neighbor; I don’t have a spare.” 

Bucky knocked on the next door over as you leaned against his door frame. 

A homely redhead pulled the door open and greeted Bucky with an excited smile. “I thought you were never going to come back!” 

“Yeah, sorry,” Bucky shrugged. “Thanks for watching my place, Nicki.” 

You could tell the woman wanted to touch him—her hands were hovering awkwardly. You wondered if she had touched him before and where. 

“Wanna come in? I just made dinner.” 

You crossed your arms and appraised the woman from head to toe. She was average height, older than you were—you could tell by her clothes. She looked like the housewife type, but she wasn't married based on her flirting—and the lack of a ring. 

“No—no, I just came for my key. Um, my—girlfriend—" Bucky hesitated as he glanced at you. “—is here, and we’ve got to do some shopping, but thanks for the offer.” 

“Oh,” Nicki’s voice went slightly higher-pitched as she tried to hide her look of shock and utter disappointment. 

You gave her a small wave when the woman turned to look at you. 

“Hi, so lovely to meet you—I didn’t know—um, I’m Nicki.” 

You internally gagged at the huge smile on the woman’s face but introduced yourself with a tight smile.

“Let me go get the key.” Nicki hurried off.

“Girlfriend, huh?” You teased, making Bucky’s face flush. “I don’t remember you asking me.”

“I would have, but I was afraid you would make a joke about how old-fashioned I am.”

You nodded in agreement as you both stared at each other like love drunk idiots. You seemed to have blown past all the typical new relationship milestones. At this point, worrying about such trivial labels seemed ridiculous. You quieted the voice in your mind that told you this was dangerous—that you needed to slow down. You didn’t want to hear that; it was too late. 

“You know I’m yours, though, right?” 

Bucky didn’t get a chance to respond before Nicki was back in the doorway. But he didn’t need to. You saw the flicker of emotion in his oceanic eyes—looking at you as if you hung the moon. Bucky wore his heart on his sleeve, and right now, he was telling you  it was yours. 

 “Here you go,” Nicki dropped Bucky’s key into his gloved hand.

“Thanks again, goodnight.” 

“Yeah—have fun.” Nicki quickly shut the door after Bucky turned his back. 

“She seems friendly,” you said sarcastically as you followed Bucky into his dark apartment. 

“Yeah, she’s cool. I don’t really know her, but she’s the only one on the whole floor who’s said more than two words to me.”

You made a noise that said, gee, I wonder why? 

Bucky flicked on the living room and kitchen lights, and you forgot about Nicki completely. The sad state of his apartment gripped your heart. His living room consisted of only a few pieces of furniture. A tv, one chair, and one dining room chair–no dining table. As you walked into the tiny kitchen, you were saddened even more. He didn’t have a coffee machine, a microwave–the counters were bare. You were sure if you opened the cabinets and fridge, they would both be empty. 

“I know it’s not much—I’m sorry.” 

You turned to him with a sad smile on your face. “Why are you apologizing?” 

“It’s just—" Bucky rubbed his neck nervously. “I know you’re used to a lot more than this.” 

“Oh baby,” You moved his hand off his neck and brought it to your lips. “You know what I’m used to?” 

Bucky raised an eyebrow in question as your lips left gentle kisses on his knuckles. 

“I’m used to moving around, being on the run, never being comfortable. I just want to be somewhere stable. Doesn’t matter where.” You slid your free hand under his shirt and settled your palm over his heartbeat. “I don’t need anything other than you—and maybe some food.” 

Bucky grinned and lifted you up onto the counter; he stood between your legs and let you kiss him until you both had to take a breath. “Food can be arranged.” 

“And maybe a table.” 

“Okay, fine. A table. But only because I wanna fuck you on it eventually.” 

“Oh my god, duh.” You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck. “And we have to get a tree and Christmas lights, and garland and—" you paused to look at him seriously. “Show me the bedroom.” 

Bucky reluctantly led you to the one bedroom in his apartment. He had a bed—he just hadn’t ever used it. 

“Okay, Christmas bedding has been added to the list.” You flopped down onto the bare mattress. “It’s comfy; you’ve never slept on it, have you?” 

Bucky shook his head. “I’m looking forward to it, though.” He laid down next to you, stretching his sore muscles.

“I have to tell you something.” You turned on your side to face him. “I got a call a few days ago—from Stephan’s lawyer.” You cringed at the way your voice faltered when you said your ex-boyfriend’s name. Stephan had been an enigma in your life that you had trouble letting go of, until Bucky came along. The recently deceased drug-lord had been head over heels in love with you. And had met his end trying to force you to be his forever. Even though you held on to no love for Stephan–the death was still fresh on your heart, and as much as you tried to hide that from Bucky, you weren’t perfect. 

“About what?” 

You could see the concern all over Bucky’s face. “It wasn’t bad,” you quickly soothed him. “He said that I was the one and only beneficiary listed in Stephan’s will.” 

“Oh,” Bucky breathed out—not quite sure how to feel about that. “So, what does that mean?” 

“Well, if I hadn’t blown up his villa, it would have been mine. So, that’s a bummer. Same goes for everything that was inside. But, there are several cars, boats, one plane, and a lot—I mean a lot of money—all mine.” 

“Shit—what are you going to do with all of it?” 

“I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it. The money has already been transferred to my accounts, though. It’s freaking me out.” 

“Why?” Bucky frowned. 

“I’ve never—ever had this much money, Bucky. It’s weird. And I feel guilty—he should have left it to someone else. His mother—he had a sister and a brother, both older. They didn’t get along, but still—” 

Bucky tilted your chin up and kissed your forehead. “There’s nothing to feel guilty about. He loved you. And you deserve it.”

You turned away from him, laying on your back again. You pretended you didn’t hear those words that made you want to cry. “Anyway—I’m telling you because I don’t want you to argue with me when I pay for everything we’re about to buy tonight.”

“You don’t have to–I have money.”

“I said no arguing,” you shushed him with a quick kiss to his nose. 

Bucky ran his tongue over his teeth as he smiled. “Well, Zemo did say I should let someone spend money on me—glad it’s you and not him.” 

You chuckled, “why do you say that?” 

“Helmut would lord it over me for eternity.” 

“And you think I won’t? You think I’m not excited about making you my sugar baby?” You teased. 

“Sugar, what now?” 

“God, you’re clueless sometimes. Never mind, let’s go!” 

Bucky sat up on his forearms and watched you traipse to the bedroom door. Your simple black sweats did nothing to hide your mouth-watering curves. He tilted his head to the side as you bent over to grab your sneakers, letting his eyes unabashedly roam over your frame. When you turned back around, one hand on the doorknob and an easy smile on your lips, he couldn’t help but move his eyes to his second favorite part of your body. These crop top shirts would never make sense to him—just like the holey jeans you were fond of. But, he was learning to appreciate them on you—soft slivers of skin just begging to be touched (or licked). The constant temptation to slide his hands underneath the fabric, knowing he would find you braless most of the time, was becoming almost unbearable. 

“Are you coming?” You asked with a knowing smirk on your lips.

Bucky finally dragged his eyes up to your face. “You gotta put something warmer on; you’re going to freeze.” 

“I’ve got a coat; I look cute—come on.” 

“Cute,” Bucky muttered and rolled his eyes. He grabbed an extra pair of gloves and a scarf when you weren’t looking and followed you out the door. 

**

You returned home late into the evening, both of your arms full of bags and boxes—You wearing the gloves and scarf Bucky had brought for you. 

You stocked Bucky’s kitchen while he put together the dining table you had bought. If you had forgotten that his development was essentially cut off at 28, grocery shopping with him was a big reminder. A glance at your shopping cart would have one thinking you were stocking a frat house. You liked food more than most, but you forced him to put most of the junk back and buy real food—you had never seen him get so grumpy so fast. 

Bucky had a basketball game on tv that he made comments about every now and then. You hummed in response, lost in your thoughts. 

While you had been out, you had been on edge, trying to have fun while keeping your eye out for any potential threats. Nothing had happened—this was New York after all, it would be hard for anyone to find you here in this sea of people. You glanced over your shoulder at Bucky and started to relax. The sleeves of his snug black sweater were pushed up to his elbows, those bulging veins in his forearms on full display every time he turned the screwdriver in his hand. He had a slightly annoyed look on his face as he pushed his hair out of his eyes for the hundredth time. But he still looked more at peace than he had since you had met him. 

Everything was going to be okay—there was no reason to tell Bucky; he wasn’t in any danger. And if something did happen, you’d take care of it on your own like you always had. 

“All done!” 

Bucky’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, and you turned around, a box of sugary cereal in your hand, to admire his work. 

“Wow, look at you—all domestic—building furniture and shit.” 

Bucky placed his hand on the table and smiled proudly. “And you—in the kitchen—hey!” Bucky ducked as the cereal box flew at his head. “I was gonna ask if you wanted to test out the table, but never mind—clearly it’s that time of—" Bucky broke off into a fit of giggles as you turned and threw another box—this one mac and cheese—at him.

“You think you’re real funny, huh?” 

Bucky picked up the boxes and went to the kitchen to wrap his arms around you. “Come on, let’s at least make sure I built it right.” 

You rolled your eyes—but the gentle scratch of his scruff against your neck was heating you up from the inside out. 

You let out an irritated breath. “Okay, I guess that’s the smart thing to do. I don’t want it to collapse when I’m trying to eat breakfast in the morning.” 

You felt Bucky grin against your throat before he picked you up and carried you to the round, dark wood table. He carefully sat you down, and you both froze for a second, Bucky’s hands hovering over you just in case. 

“I think we’re good; it’s pretty.” You ran your hand over the table and then pulled Bucky closer to you and kissed him slowly. 

Bucky matched your pace, slowly sliding his hands up your sides and under your shirt, gently cupping your breasts and rolling his thumbs over your nipples.

“Been dying to touch you all day,” Bucky rasped against your lips before pulling off your shirt—gently squeezing, licking, biting, and sucking before slowly pulling your sweats off.

You tried to unbutton his jeans, but he was already sinking to his knees, kissing down your stomach to the waistband of your underwear. 

“Buck,” you whined, “wanna see you too.” 

“Soon,” Bucky murmured, looking up at you as he hooked his thumbs into your underwear. “It’s only right that my first meal at this table be my favorite one. Don’t you think?” 

You nodded quickly and raised your hips to allow him to slide your underwear off. You gasped when Bucky roughly pulled you to the edge of the table, one of your legs draped over his shoulder while the other dangled off the table. 

Bucky grazed his fingers over the leg on his shoulder, leaving a wake of goosebumps from your knee to your thigh. “Words, sweetheart.” 

His warm breath sent a chill up your spine, and you groaned. “Yes, please.” You gripped a handful of his hair and forced him to look up at you. His face—eyes so wide and innocent, pink lips wet and almost trembling with want, that scruff that was going to burn your thighs so good—made you let out a desperate whine. “God, you’re so sexy, Buck. It’s only fair that I get my favorite too, kay?”

Bucky licked his lips in anticipation; he might not last that long, his cock was already painfully straining against his jeans—maybe he should have let you take them off first. “Yes, ma’am.” 

“Fuck,” you half groaned, half growled, and pulled his face to your dripping cunt. 

The table was thoroughly christened (and disinfected) that night, and secretly, you hoped that nosy neighbor Nicki heard every noise the two of you made. 

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S/O who calls them by weird pet names

Feat:- Kuroo, Sakusa & Atsumu

A/n:- Fluff mentions of pet names! lil suggestive !

Kuroo Tetsurou:-

You and Kuroo were sitting on the porch sipping the cup of hot coffee on a cold winter day, enjoying the cold breeze.

You wanted some pancakes with the cup of coffee, so you decided to act cutely in order to get the pancakes to be made by your beloved! (y/n you are so nasty )

“My ruffled hair“ you call him.

Kuroo legit went like  😃—>🤨   huh?

“Kitten, what did you just call me?”

“My ruffled hair?”

“Ruffled hair? you don’t have to remind me 😤”

“Sorry, my Chico, my big kitty, could i get some pancakes , I am craving them so badly”

“I am craving them to , kitten . I will only make those if you give me a cute pet name . Go ahead , I am waiting”

“My snuggly bear! My lamp-post, my mac & cheese , my pancake, wait my big bear, my hulk, my chunky chunk. Um let me think”

“I have lost my appetite , lamp-post of all things? Jesus woman”

“My honey boo?”

“You can’t think anything other than food?”

“Well , its because you look so tasty , I am so hungry, might as well bite you right now”

“Wtf? Okay I am going to the kitchen right now to make us some pancakes”

“I wouldn’t mind your chunky cake”

“Y/n shut up!!!!!”he was so flustered that he tried covering his face and sprints to the kitchen.

After a while , you could smell the pancakes that made you more hungry that’s when you heard Kuroo call you.

“Short cake those pancakes are ready c’mon”

“On my way sexy beast”

“Y/n , if you don’t stop this I will be eating all the pancakes” his face said otherwise.

Sakusa Kiyoomi:-

It was a lazy afternoon you and Omi were tangled in those fluffy blankets .

You got up from the bed to clean your home.

It was your Saturday ritual , laze around in the morning  have a brunch and then take a nap on your bed and after that nap, you guys would start cleaning your house.

After completing with cleaning , you take a quick shower so that you could bake some cookies after all the hard work .

You were making some cookies whereas Sakusa was kneading the dough for the bread.

Looking at the dough  which Sakusa was kneading you thought about teasing Omi a bit.

“My cookie dough can you pass me the oven mitts?”

“Cookie dough?”

“Yeah? You didn’t like it? Let me try again.“

Sakusa passes you the oven mitts and you place the cookies in the oven.(You can obviously see that i can’t cook , maybe y/n can :(

“I am done here, love”

“Can you stir the pot please, my spatula”

Spatula? Sakusa literally did not understood why you were calling him such weird pet names.

“Anything else love?”

“Yeah could you please taste it and let me know is it missing salt, my honey butter biscuit?”

“What’s with your pet names? They are so weird, am I not your Omi?”

“Oh no you are my cheesecake!”

“Cheesecake?”Omi was kinda pouty because he did not understand why you were using such pet names for him.

“Stop pouting my huggy bear” you nudge his torso but Sakusa doesn’t look at you whatsoever.

“Since you are using those names for me , you are my Mask”

“Hey thats cute Omi!”

“How is it cute?”

“Because I am always around you , even when you are far away from me” you giggle and kiss his cheeks.

“Whatever” he was blushing.

Atsumu Miya:-

Atsumu had a day off ,he decided to sleep some more with you his arms.

You guys ordered some food and were sitting on the couch watching some rom/coms

Atsumu gets Suna’s call and he picks it up.

“Rin, why did ya call me?“

“Atsumu, its time.“

Atsumu realized what time it was , it was “GAMING WITH DA BOYS ”time!

And suna had called to remind him.

Atsumu looks towards you and watches you being so comfortable, he felt bad for asking but you always enjoyed watching him play some video games.

“Angel face, Rin called me to remind me to play games rn , should i ?”

“Sure , ‘Tsumu!”

Atsumu makes his way to his bedroom , setting up his gaming equipments.(Best feeling ever) 

You bring some snacks along with water , because he would get thirsty with all the shouting.

He kisses your cheek and mouths a thank you and starts entering the custom room to play with DA BOYSSS. 

Ahem....

You settle on the bed with your laptop on your hand and some snacks for you.

But you forgot to carry the banana milk that you kept in the fridge, you were cozied up and saw Atsumu was sitting ideally and was cursing.

You decided to ask him but by using some different pet names.

“Hey Muscleman”

He did not react at all.

“Chunky man?  Sexy pants? Tater tot? Foxy? Dumpling? my favourite twin?”

“’Tsumu, thats some weird pet names, also why are you so quite? didn’t i kill ya and took all your loots?”Suna teases him on the line.

“Hmm? what do you need sweetheart?”

“Um babycakes i forgot my banana milk, could you please get it for me?”

“Yes, anything for ya Angel face”

“SIMP!!!!” Osamu on the other line yells.

“CHUNKY MAN” suna joins in and teases him.

Atsumu was sure that his brother and friend would tease him to death.

But still didn’t change the fact that he is a simp for you <3.

Take Care <3

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