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personification - nsfw fatws bucky barnes

i’m trying out different posting times to see when works best lol here’s an early one because i’ve been waiting in a line for a store for two hours

i still don’t know how to title my works

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"oh, she's absolutely purring for me, isn't she?" he asks, poking fun at you. you bring your hands to cover your face, smiling and gently laughing at the way he's talking.

"laugh all you want, baby," he says, laughing himself, "but you know I'm right. and I know you like it."

so what if he's right? it's stupid, but god, if he's the one saying it, somehow he makes it hot.

"your pussy is absolutely begging for me to do something, anything, isn't she?" he taunts, running his thumb up and down, gathering the wetness that pools in your folds that you're entirely powerless to stop.

his words continue to humiliate you and make you laugh at the same time. your face heats, blushing pink, in your amusement and desperation for more.

you never knew it could be this fun, but it's exciting, enjoyable, with him. anything with him always is. you're so deeply in love with him.

he's your best friend, you realize.

"I can see her drooling for me, baby, just asking me to fill her up with anything I please, ain't that right?"

god, he's gonna pull secrets from you that you never thought you'd admit to if he keeps talking like this.

"ought to fuck her full o'my cum and then plug her up, don't ya think, baby?" he asks, complementing his nasty words with a smack against your cunt.

you can't help but moan and cover your face further.

"nuh-uh. look at me babydoll. look at me while I talk to you."

you do. you drop your hands and give him a look of astonishment at how utterly ludicrous he's being right now.

"nah, doll, don't look at me like that," he laughs, finally filling you with two of his fingers, making your face fall as you gasp at the sudden intrusion. "that's it, that's how you should look at me from now on, all the time, baby."

you grunt in dissatisfaction. he's joking, but it's such a far-fetched idea when you really think about it–

"oh, I'll make sure of it, doll," he continues, "maybe I'll leave a little vibrator up here, make sure you always have that look on your face, make sure everyone knows who's keeping you satisfied. bet you'd like it, beg for it like a little whore, even."

he's literally gonna be the death of you. you laugh again, spurring him to laugh, too.

"come on, doll," he says through tears, "can't make you come if you're too busy laughing."

"is that a challenge?"

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I'm back!! and requesting "(making an attempt at) braiding their hair" with jack 😁 (him getting his hair braided)

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“Babe, you serious?” Jack asks, his mouth tugging up into a smirk. “I’m not doing that.” 

You scoff and your shoulders slump, looking at him with your best puppy dog face. “Please, J. Please? It’ll be so good, I promise.” 

Jack watches your expression turn into a sad one, and of course, he feels bad. He’s convinced. He’ll do it. He’s just not exactly sure how. 

“I don’t think I even have enough hair for a braid,” he says, trying his last excuse. 

You sigh again, not wanting to push him if he’s actually just really not into the idea. “I could make it work, but just… let me know if you change your mind.” 

You get up to go put your brush back into the bathroom because you won’t be needing it anymore, but Jack puts a hand on your waist, stopping you. 

You look down at him as he sits on the bed, causing you to raise your eyebrows. “No, no. It’s okay. You can do it. Come braid my hair.” 

“Are you sure? It’s fine, babe, really not that serious,” you say with laugh. 

Jack just shrugs in return. “Yeah, so, not a big deal. Come do it. I just didn’t understand how you were gonna do it.” 

“It’s easy! It’ll just have to be a tiny braid,” you explain with a giggle as you sit back down, and motion for him to turn away from you. 

He shifts his body to be facing away, so that you could get to his hair easier. “A tiny braid? Don’t have me looking crazy, baby.” 

“It’ll be fine! Lots of girls pull off the small braids,” you say while fluffing out his hair a bit, sitting up on your knees for a better view of what you’re doing. 

Jack can’t help but smile at your logic. “Oh, lots of girls?” 

“Mhm!” you confirm simply, starting to brush through his hair. 

The first brush through gets stuck, and he hisses, instantly pulling away to look at you. “Hey!” 

“Hey, what?!” you ask, looking back at him just as confused. 

His brows furrow slightly when you don’t understand what his problem is. “Why did you do that?!” 

“Do what exactly? Try to tame this mess?” you argue. 

Jack scoffs. “Excuse you! It’s not a mess! It just… needs a little help sometimes!” 

“Okay, so shush and let me help it,” you tell him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips to shut him up, then gently turning his head back around. 

You immediately get back to work, brushing through his hair. Of course, you can’t get through it without his dramatic little whines or telling you you’re hurting him when you’ve barely done anything yet. He’s honestly glad you can’t see his expressions, knowing you’d probably find them way too funny for his liking. 

You finally finish, running you fingers through his hair proudly. “Your mane is finally tangle-free.” 

“Mane? Really? Was that called for?” he asks, but in reality he’s holding back a laugh at your random quips. 

You just shake your head and go on to part his hair. As you pull it together, it starts to look somewhat like a braid, but it needs to be tighter! And once again, Jack’s got a lot to say about that. 

“Babe! You’re killing me!” he winces, pulling away… again. 

You desperately hang onto the progress you’ve made as he jerks away. “Jack! Sit still, dude! You’re gonna mess it up!” 

“Dude?!” he repeats. “So you don’t love me? I’m just a dude now?” 

You shoot him a glare, completely unamused. “J… I do love you. Now please, turn back around. I’m almost done, okay?” 

“Fine. I’ll let you continue to torture me,” he says with a huff as he turns back around and crosses his arms. 

You’d be shocked at the pure sass of this man if it was anyone other than Jack. But, it is Jack, so the pouting and smart comments are on brand. Your boyfriend is a drama queen and you’ve learned to accept and love that by now. 

“Beauty is pain, honey. Relax,” you tell him, finally getting to the point where you’re wrapping things up. 

Unsurprisingly, Jack is getting bored of just sitting there so he starts questioning you. “Baby, do I have enough hair?” 

“Yup. I told you I could do it.” 

“Have you tied it up at the bottom yet?” he asks, extra curious about what you’ve got going on. 

“No, I’ve got a few more pieces to do, then I’m gonna tie it up.” 

Jack exhales, wanting to be done with this. He fidgets with everything he can reach while you get those few pieces done and begin to tie it so it doesn’t fall apart. “It’s done, Jacky!” 

“Does it look good?” 

His question makes you take a step back from your zone and really look at it. It definitely resembles a braid, but his hair is so short that it’s sticking out. You cannot help but burst into laughter at the sight of it on your boyfriend. 

“What?! What? What is it? Does it look stupid?” he asks embarrassed, frantically trying to grasp at the braid to feel it. 

You try your best to compose your laughter, not wanting him to feel like he’s being made fun of. “No! No! It’s not stupid. You look so cute!” 

“Babe,” Jack looks at you with a straight face. “Be honest. I look dumb, don’t I?” 

“The whole point was that it was gonna look a little silly on you, Jack! That’s why I wanted to do it. But, you pull it off! You look adorable!” you encourage, kissing his cheek. 

He sits there staring at you for a moment before sighing. “Adorable because I look like a joke, or just adorable?” 

“Just adorable, J,” you smile.

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⋆˙⟡Playing Chicken (And Losing) — Jealous Husband Gojo x Reader ⋆˙⟡

͙͘͡★ Synopsis—Your husband has never, ever been accused of being subtle, though he was unaware of this fact himself and as his wife, you had always tried your best to persuade him to be rational and accommodating to others who weren't at his level. And usually it works. Usually. There are certain instances where your advice for rational words and actions had no affect on him and only he could calm himself down through more... private means.

CW: dom! Gojo, f!reader, fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex, breeding kink, slight pregnancy kink, petnames (hubby, love, baby etc.)

A/N—Hello everyone! this is my first fic that i'm posting online! If there's any tags I missed in the CW pls let me know :)

Cross-posted to AO3~

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Gojo was rarely ever jealous since most sorcerers knew: A) who you were, B) what you meant to him and C) the repercussions of even laying a finger on you- which were nauseating to say the least

But this is the ever-lax Gojo we're talking about here, so of course there are exceptions to this rule; his students being the biggest exception for one, certain co-workers who you were bound to run into on a near-daily basis and Ijichi (his fear of gojo outweighed his interest in becoming friends with you so he doesn't really bother you anyways). Gojo isn't the type to get jealous from you interacting with everyday people.

With that said his tolerance for bullshit is extremely thin, and one of Ijichi's trainees just trampled all over the line.

It was purely coincidental on your end, the newbie had gotten completely lost on their first day and you took it upon yourself to guide them to their destination, you were even kind enough to give them a custard bun you bought that day (it was meant for Gojo but what he didn't know couldn't hurt him).

That's not to say that he doesn't trust you, but he doesn't like how this new auxiliary manager has been cosying up to you lately; it was so clear that they had the hots for you... didn't they know you were the wife of Satoru Gojo?

If gojo's six eyes had the ability to burn holes in people, that manager you're talking to would be a pair of bagels. This asshole just grabbed your hand suddenly while beaming ear to ear, not once noticing that the strongest sorcerer loomed over you, burning with jealousy; he had to have been really cocky or really stupid to not sense the murderous intent that oozed from behind you, out of nowhere the new manager hugs you then runs off in the other direction.

You liked to believe that when it came to you that Gojo could be a reasonable man and as such, you had tried your best to assure him that it was just a silly crush and that nothing would come of it... but unfortunately that wasn't good enough for him. you should have told him right there who you belong to.

"Oh grow up 'toru it's not like he could steal me away from you"

Gojo pouted at your ignorance to the situation at hand it was like you were obviously missing the point. Next time you saw him you had to tell him you were Gojo Satoru's woman.

"Or what? 'You gonna punish me?"

Well yes!

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Thick, salty tears rolled down your cheeks as your husband continued to tease your entire body.

Only one finger slowly drawing out of your dribbling pussy… only to be slapped in as hard and fast as you could take, the other hand massaged your tits and teased your perky nipples.

“I’ll ask again pretty girl, what do you want? Say it niiice and clear for me”

“W-wan’ your cock’n only your cock p-please”

You blearily pleaded to him over and over as you began to lose your mind from his idea of simple teasing.

“Please who?” He asked.

“S-satoruuUUUU A-AAHH” you scream out as your head turns to static from pain and pleasure that came from your husband wedging your clit between his middle and index knuckles, then squeezing down it, eliciting a voiceless moan to slip out of your body.

“Wrong answer, love” he purred into your ear as he pinched down on your clit a little harder "try again."

You knew what he wanted you to call him. In any other scenario it would be a flat out no due to how embarrassing the name was, but you poor thing… you were too far gone, stripped bare and a quarter sane, so you began to babble the name over again, mixing it in with the previous pleas from before.

“H-hubby pleeaase f-fuck me hubbyyyy pleaaaaasepleasepleasepleaseplease”

“What a shameless little whore I have for a wife. But since you asked so nicely and cutely for me…”

He roughly and unceremoniously pushes your back away from his chest, your chest and stomach squirm on the cool, glass table beneath you. Your senses are completely shot from being completely blissed out just by a few fingers, you babble and moan as your gushing cunt squeezes and relaxes around nothing. You make the mistake sliding up the table in a feeble attempt at feeling some friction against your painfully hardened nipples and slick-soaked clit. Gojo immediately pulls you back down to your initial position and slaps your pussy. You yell out a twisted amalgamation of a scream and a moan. While you still keen from the sensation, gojo grips the fat of your ass in both hands, spreading them apart to reveal your puffy lips hiding beneath them. keeping your ass spread, he bent down and licked a long, slow stripe up your pussy, you stifle a moan as best you could as he dragged his tongue down from your puffy clit all the way up to your juicy hole, Gojo shifted back slighty and swished something around in his mouth before spitting a thick mixure of his saliva and your slick back into your hole.

"remember baby, don't move okay?"

You were familiar with this punishment, you didn't move an inch while he devoured your sopping cunt, lest you wanted 10 slaps to your ass, you wouldn't have minded if it didn't mean he'd finish there and then, none of his dick and worse yet, no cumming for the rest of the week. and it's not a game you like to play either. the last time that happened you had to call off sick from how horny he had left you, you ended up deep throating him with no movement in his office for 40 minutes to make up for it. never again.

He continued the agonising process of slowly alternating between slurping your juices, licking strips along you and spitting it all back into your pussy hole. With absolutely no stimulation to your clit which was now desperate for some attention.

Your head spun from how tortuously slow it was and worse yet, you couldn't move an inch, unless you wanted an even worse punishment, so you resorted to sitting there and taking the painfully slow pussy eating like a good girl.

That was until Gojo purposefully accidentally nudged his tongue at just the right point on your needy little bud and that small but meaningful push sent you hurdling over the edge; your mouth flew open as you strangled out a moan and your back arched into a perfect crescent.

Something about that particular moan flipped a switch in Gojo, instinctively flipping you on your back for better access to his favourite snack. His mouth instantly latched to your precious pearl with a low groan that sent vibrations from your pussy all the way to your already fuzzy mind. Gojo licked and sucked at you with the fervour of a man starved, poking the tip of his tongue into the crevices at either side of your clit before swirling around the very tip and finally laying flat on it and dragging it slightly as he sucks down harshly, Your mouth agape throughout the whole ordeal. His hands that had an iron grip on the plush underside of your thighs found eventually found their way elsewhere on your spent body, his left found it's way back to your pebbled nipples while his right teased your folds. you moan wantonly from the way the tip of his middle finger dares to plunge into your pussy.

But even in your blissed out state you had enough sense to beg your hubby to not tease you anymore and you communicated this by tugging on the placket of his dusty blue shirt and he understood clearly. He curled his fingers so that it pressed perfectly on that spot that always had your sweet cunt juices flowing like a river- he slammed his fingers in and out of your pussy at an aching pace while his thumb rubbed sweet circles onto your clit until the lips of your pussy fluttered around his fingers.

You came.Hard. You always did. and it was always up to Gojo to carry you to the bedroom to give you your reward that he knows you're desperate for.

Chucking you on the plushy comforter woke you out of your trance just enough to be ready for what came next… he tapped the tip of his cock on your still sensitive bud, causing you to squirm. He grabbed your jaw to force you to look him dead in his deep blue eyes.

“Are you going to be a naughty girl and get nothing? Or are you going to be a good girl and wait for my cock?” He mumbled against the shell of your ear as he towered above you.

"'ll be a gud girl..." drool pouring out the side of your mouth.

"attagirl!" was the last thing he said to you before he thrusted his entire length into you with no warning and hardly any time to adjust, even after 2 years of marriage you just couldn’t get used to how your man would stretch your insides and fill you to the brim, if it weren’t for how wet you were you were sure he’d rip you in half then and there.

Voiceless moans were shoved to the forefront of your throat as he immediately set a relentless pace. After about the tenth or twelfth thrust your voice finally gave way to loud animalistic moans.

"crying for your hubby like you aren't a little fucking whore for everyone?" His words had your pussy fluttering around him, hot tears spilled down your face as you cum on his cock for the second of many times that night, heaving and still babbling nonsense when suddenly you feel a sharp pain split across your right butt cheek. You find yourself being hoisted up by your neck so your ear once again finds Gojo's lips pressed against it, he whispered into the shell of your ear without slowing his brutal pace for even a second.

"Well? aren't you gonna answer me?"

"'m 'nly a whore fr you... 'nly wan' your cock" you slur out.

"yeah? only me pretty girl?"

"only hubby... hah- Only my hubbyy" you were so close to being fucked completely and utterly stupid.

"you'll do anything your hubby tells you to do, right?"

"yes... ahh y-yesh!!! 'nything for hubby"

Gojo wasting no time pulled out of you, flipped you on your back and fucked himself back into you. his large palm firmly pressed on your stomach so that he could feel his own cock slip in and out of you, a twisted smile spread across his face and his eyes glowed and ominous blue.

"so when hubby says he wants to knock you up, you'll let him right?"

You've talked to Gojo about this before (y'know when you're sane and not literally fucked stupid), while gojo was ready to start a family the second he put a ring on your finger, you wanted to enjoy your alone time with your husband (now dubbed 'hubby') before the pitter patter of tiny limitless users came to disrupt it; any other time it would have been a "not yet my love, maybe next time" but you were, again not sane so the next thing that came from your mouth was:

YEEESSS!!! FUCK ME TILL I'M PREGNANT PLEAASSEE!!!

You didn't care anymore, you were completely broken. you cackled to yourself about how badly you wanted him to fuck you forever until you were pregnant 8 times and how badly you needed his seed. you wanted his cum and you wanted it now.

"want hubby to breed you? you want hubby to fuck a baby into you? want him to make your tummy swollen with his child, yeah? you need your tits huge and full of milk because of hubby right?" Gojo was beginning to lose it a little himself with all the talk of getting you pregnant.

"been wanting to do this to ya for so long" he strained drilling into you as deeply as possible and ready to shoot his load into you.

The pressure building up inside you was teetering dangerously on the edge your eyes rolled back into your skull and your tongue hung out of your mouth as if to play dead, but your big strong husband would soon bring you back to life as his palm drifted down to your crotch, he replaced his palm pressing on your stomach with his thumb pressing down on your clit, rubbing the bundles of nerves within with such finesse it sent shocks through your whole body.

The pressure became to much and caused you burst back into the land of the living with an arch of your back and a half scream half moan strained from your throat, your pussy gushed all over your hubby's cock and finger you came so much and hard that you couldn't even hear yourself cum.

The tight clasp of your cumming pussy had Gojo coming undone not soon after. thick spurts of hot cum filled you up until that began squirting out of you too.

Gojo didn't move an inch. he was dead serious about getting you pregnant and kept you plugged up for the rest of the night, whether it was fucking his cum back into you, refilling you to replace all of the cum that slipped out or simply cockwarming himself, he wasn't letting you go any time soon. Too tired and ready to sleep? too bad. the man was on a mission, he'd just whisper to you? "tired already? but i'm just getting started" and get right back to it.

It was safe to assume the next time you saw that new auxiliary manager, you'd have to tell him that carried the child of the strongest sorcerer inside you.

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ehehe I know I'm on the right track if I can make you laugh, Wayne! 😂💜

Ah yes, classic man with his "I'm fine." He'd probably still say, halfway through bleeding to death 😂

😆😆 Dean:

Hahaha such a good point! Hard to argue with that 😆

lol right? If he's not complaining about someone else driving his Baby, then something's clearly amiss. 😂

Yup, and have Sam stich you up with tooth floss, right, big boy? 😂

ahhaha "big boy" took me out, but yeah that floss is really gonna cut it 😂

While she's filling out his form, I had Ross and Joey in my head, too 😂

omg YES, that's the idea lmao. And you found the kidney stones gif!! 🤣🤣 I raise you with:

Awww, yeah ❤️‍🩹 But that's such a good point! Since Dean survived the finale and nothing ever happened in that barn, he has to face his mortality in a way. The "Fuck, what happens when I'm old and wrinkly" phase 😅

Quite literally all of that (glossing over 15x20 like જ⁀➴), and I just like the grounded humanness of Sam and Dean having to deal with the potential resulting health issues from decades of hunting, getting knocked out and stitched back together again, living on the road, etc. 😂

The ending was so wholesome! And I imagined the reader from Midnight Espresso. She was so warm, caring, stubborn, and sassy, too. Totally gave me the same vibes! 😭💜

You know how to get me all warm fuzzy like, friend! loll I'm so glad this made you think of the Midnight Espresso-verse. 🥹💜💜 She's very much all of those things, and like Dean, a natural nurturer, so he has someone in his corner really looking after his wellbeing in the "healthy and cared for" sense. Not just the "ya good?" 😂

Oh, Beau... Not the prostate exam 😂🫶 Btw, I loved how you switched up the different doctors for each of them! The kind of doctor fit their personalities so well too and made it even funnier 🤣

ahaha I thought it was fitting for him!! 😝 Aw thank you for pointing that out! I try to fit each situation with what's best for the character, and on this one I felt like showcasing different kinds of medical situations would be a fun way to do that. For some reason Beau always gets the (hopefully) funny everyday domestic issues 😆

Aaaah, I love that you incorporated this!!! Totally sounds like something he'd do too. Probably Jenny, Denise, and Cassie heard the same thing. He went on about it for days lmao

You've been on a roll recently giving me such good tidbits! lol Omg yeeeees he'd be complaining the whole week of post-man flu, probably even asking Denice if she can spy anything weird down his throat 🤣

Ugh, so true... Been trying to get my husband to go to one (and also been trying to get him to have a weird mole checked out for ten years. The argument: it hasn't changed in all that time, so it's probably fine 🙈😂)

oh my Goooood - men. 🤣 He needs to get that checked out! And isn't/wasn't he a military man? What's he afraid of?? 😂

Dead 💀🤣🤣🤣 (And on a side note: that aspect should be more featured in fics lol)

*snorts* not gonna lie, I was pretty proud of this line lmfao (idk why it's the first time I've referenced that kind of thing - maybe bc I'm not personally turned on by it that much, but I agree that it's a legit thing that isn't focused on as much in fanfic lol)

Oh, I'd make so many jokes when he comes back. Probably buy him donuts and other hole-shaped treats 😆

DEAD. Deceased. 🤣🤣 But I love how your mind works lolll. HC that she "rewards" him by buying him a dozen 🍩🍩🍩

Fuck, Alex... Ben fucking killed me! The fact that you picked a therapist was just hilariously delicious 😂

Girl I haaad to! 😜 Like, he would never go to the doctor anyway because he probably doesn't get sick enough to have to go, but a therapist? He definitely needs that appointment lol (or 12)

So true! I imagine it's hard staying level-headed with this man-child when he throws a tantrum. You almost have to talk louder to get through all of his white noise 🙈

Literally! It's like trying to be heard while a vacuum is going off. 🙄

But I'm really glad you thought his behavior in this was in character lol. He's kind of tricky as a character, but also predictable in some ways 🥲

That broke my heart a little, although it's so true 😭❤️‍🩹

Oh yeah, I broke my heart a little too on that one. 💙 I feel like that would be one of the few ways to get through to him in this situation.

Pffff 😂 Reminds me a little of that Rick & Morty episode where Rick refuses to go to therapy. I already feel bad for that psychiatrist 😆

LOL oh yeah, definitely feel bad for Dr. David on this one. He's gonna get an earful 😂😂

And of course Russell, much like Dean, is too "tough" for a doctor. A bullet wound you say? Nah, totally heals itself lol

Michelle said it in the comments -- there's a reason why women live longer in general lmfaooo

Hahaha I fucking knew she was checking him for injuries! Would've done the same thing 😂🫶 (Also, Russell, what did you expect? Sex? In this condition????)

Oh 100% she was after she clocked the way he was coming in 😂😂 (Russell's clearly an opportunist! 😆)

Again:

You need a hospital not a hardware store, you big idiot!!! God 😂🙈

LOL this comment had me deadd 💀

But he's got pliers! And dental floss! And an old bottle of whiskey in the trunk! (which functions as both disinfectant and a pain reliever: 2-in-1!) 😝

Yes, honestly, please quit. I wouldn't be able to sleep dating that man. What if he never comes homes from a job? 😢😭💔

Right?? It would be so heartbreaking. Ooh or the angst of an "almost." 😬 I actually have a long distance relationship Jacklesverse bingo square that I think I'm gonna have to use on Russell 😅❤️‍🩹

And I'm really curious what her punishment would've been. I'd make him eat veggies only for a month. That would break him 😂😜

lmfao that'll do it! No meat or sweets? He'd break for sure. I can hear him already, half desperation and half his usual self -

"Sweetheart, man can't live on spinach alone. That's how you get kidney stones." 😆

These were all so wonderful and so effing funny, friend! You nail these HC every time!!! ☺️💜

Awww you're amazing, thank you!!! 🥰 I honestly love doing these HCs! It's always a nice little creative reset for me. I'm so happy that you enjoy them! 💕

HEADCANON: Doctor's Appointment

HC: How would Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, Soldier Boy (Ben), and Russell Shaw react when you try to take him to the doctor?

Pairings: Dean x Reader || Beau x Reader || Soldier Boy x Reader || Russell x Reader

AN: This one is a request from my lovely friend @spnbabe67 over on Patreon! 💜

Tags/Warnings: Established relationship, literal man children, medical stuff, angst, mentions of PTSD, hints of spice, fluffff

Dean Winchester

"I'm fine."

Ah yes, the same two growly words you've heard for an hour already.

"You're not fine," you testily reply. "You're not even 'Winchester fine.' You wanna know how I know? I'm driving the damn car right now!"

Dean shoots you a warning look.

One, you can tell he wants to say watch it on how you talk about his Baby.

Two, he doesn't want to admit that you're right.

He shifts in his seat with his arms crossed, trying to cover up a wince. It's the only tell that he's uncomfortable, even in pain, other than the fact that you've managed to hijack his car and take him to this damn doctor's appointment.

Dean can count on one hand the number of times he's been in a doctor's office for a genuine ailment, and not just trying to fish for information while impersonating some form of law enforcement.

That's because he's more of a "pour some whiskey on it," patch it up, and forget about it kinda guy.

And if we're talking about hospital stays, then that's usually a "one step away from death's door" kind of visit.

But when you first noticed something was off with Dean (confirming with Sam on the side of your suspicions), you did your damnedest to convince the man that he should see a doctor.

You even make the appointment for him as convenient as possible, around midday, so he doesn't have the excuse of it being too early to disturb his morning, or too late to mess up his afternoon.

Dean is a grumbly grizzly bear who only rolls his eyes in the waiting room when you offer him the clipboard to fill out his medical history.

"This is stupid," he says. "It’s probably just gonna clear up in a week or so anyway."

"You don't know that," you say. And you heave a sigh. Sometimes this man requires every last ounce of your ever-thinning patience.

You reclaim the clipboard and do this part for him too, filling out his fake-ass insurance information with his fake-ass name.

You detail his history and current symptoms to the best of your ability, and you make sure to jot down certain visits to free clinics in his past that he'd probably gloss over.

When the nurse opens the door and calls him back to see the doctor, Dean still glances over at you, mostly annoyed. But underneath, you sense his hesitation.

You slip your hand into his and get up with him. You grace a kiss over his knuckles — a moment of solidarity — and you go with him to one of the back rooms.

You later have to bite your lip against the vindicated urge to say I told you so.

The doctor informs Dean that he likely has a kidney stone.

If possible, Dean is even more sour the whole car ride home. He's convinced all the vegetables you've been trying to get him to eat are the culprit.

"This is what I get for eating fucking rabbit food," he grumbles. He levies a finger at you. "See? I told you. Nothing good comes of it."

"Right," you snort. "Zucchini is what's got you're, uh, pipe all blocked up."

But seeing the disgruntled look on his face, you remember just how much pain he's been trying to cover up for the past week. How many times you've found him hunched in the bathroom, dreading a piss.

You reach over and try to soothe him, gently stroking his thigh.

"It's okay, baby. We'll get the official test results soon. In the meantime, just keep drinking lots of water and get some actual rest."

"Whatever," he mutters.

But underneath the embarrassment, the shit, I'm getting old bit cropping back up again, and the Dean Winchester quirk of not wanting to be fussed over, not wanting to be seen as weak or ridiculous — what finally surfaces past all that is you.

Specifically, how much you push him to take care of himself.

Besides Sam, you're the only one who manages to keep him in check, the only one who cares that much, that you'd literally try to steal his car.

Yeah, I love you tends to cut through pretty much all the other bullshit.

Dean might not always express it words, but he does it now, taking your hand off his lap and pressing a kiss to your wrist, right over your pulse point.

You briefly take your eyes off the road to glance over at him, smiling. He's going to be out of commission for a while until this little problem clears up, in more ways than one.

The great Dean Winchester.

Beats Death itself, too many times to count.

Felled by pebble in his...well...proverbial shoe.

You try to hide your amusement, if not your affection. You bite your lip hard.

"Shut up," he warns, even though his lips twitch upward.

Your snort of laughter escapes before you can reign it in.

Beau Arlen

Beau is resistant at first, but he's probably the easiest to wrangle into seeing the doctor, whether it's yearly checkups or a man flu gotten out of control.

("You know what, my throat still feels weird on the left side, especially when I swallow. Feels scratchy and, uh, kinda hurts. You think I should get it looked at? What if it's laryngitis, or pneumonia, or God forbid, throat cancer. I mean, throat cancer, honey! That's nothin' to laugh at.")

You wish he'd have that "proactive" mentality with other areas of his health too, like not overworking himself at the precinct.

But when it comes to one exam in particular, he's your typical male of a certain age.

No matter how many times you remind him and write down the appointment on the calendar stuck to the fridge so he doesn't forget, he conjures some excuse for why he couldn't make it.

At first it's begrudgingly amusing, but by the third time, you're concerned, and even annoyed that he isn't taking his health more seriously.

"Look, I know it's not exactly pleasant, but this stuff is important. You gotta take care of yourself," you say.

You know you don't have to remind him that he has a daughter, but you will pull that card if you have to.

"Yeah, I know. It's just, uh..." Beau trails off, hands on his hips. He doesn't know what to tell you to make you understand how much he'd rather not go to this appointment.

"It's just a prostate exam, babe. I'll bet it's not half as invasive as a pap smear," you say wryly.

Beau shakes his head at you. "That very well may be, but believe you me, no man wants a latex finger up his..."

You raise your brows and tilt your head with a smile. "Well, you know. Some guys actually—"

Beau waves a hand at whatever you were going to say next.

"You know what, forget I said anything. I'd rather just live my life not knowing what's down there. Really, I'm good."

You utter a laugh, but you sidle up to him and grasp the open edges of his jacket. You turn your face up to him with a more sensuous smile.

"You don't mind when I do it," you tease.

Beau actually blushes. His cheeks and the tips of his ears tinge pink.

He clears his throat, his hands settling on the curve of your waist.

"Well, that's different," he says. His voice pitches lower, his green eyes taking on a slight mischievous gleam. "You're just teasin' the cave. You're not looking for coal."

Laughter bursts out of you like a gut punch. Your forehead falls against his chest as your entire body shakes with giggles.

Beau wraps you up in his arms. He tries and fails to temper his grin, even though his cheeks are still burning.

"All right, fine. I'll go," he says. "But I don't want to hear a damn peep out of you when I get back."

Soldier Boy (Ben)

(Oh, good fucking luck on this one.)

Ben rarely, if ever, gets sick. Of course, he's also nearly invulnerable.

However, you've been trying to get him to see a different kind of medical professional.

"Excuse me?" he growls. The first time you suggest it, he dismissed the idea with a roll of his eyes, thinking you were just trying to get a rise out of him. He doesn't appreciate you bringing it up again. "You better be fucking kidding."

"Ben..." You try to ply him with a gentle hand on his arm, but he shrugs you off, too irritated to curb the impulse.

"I'm fucking crazy, is that it? That what you're trying to say?" His voice raises, notch after notch. "I don't need a goddamn shrink!"

"I didn't say you were crazy!" you say. It's hard not to match his volume, but you manage to stand your ground while he huffs and puffs and eventually storms out.

You get discouraged and frustrated yourself, but you cling to every scrap of patience you can muster up for this man.

It's gonna take a few tries.

You start to suggest that maybe he should start easing up on the weed and the booze too.

Any time he snaps at you, you remind him that for as much shit as you've put up with him so far, this is the kind of shit that'll send you packing. Leaving his ass. For good.

He volleys back with empty words. "Fine, fucking leave."

You know they're empty, because every time you've called his bluff and packed a bag, he stops you.

"All right, enough. You've proved your fucking point."

After that, he tries to cut back on the booze, at least. He watches you pour out the Grey Goose and the Patrón.

Fucking fine by him. He's lost the taste for vodka, let alone that frilly French shit, and the cheap tequila.

But choking off the vein of one vice just makes another twice as strong.

Ultimately, it doesn't fix the problem either.

There's the time Ben blows a hole in the roof of your house (after a nightmare, he refuses to admit).

And there's a second time too. A third close call, and Ben pushes you clean off the bed so you won't get hurt.

If that didn't do it, he finally gets the picture after the second pink line appears on that white stick.

It now lies on your nightstand while you and Ben lay tangled together, bare skin against bare, flushed, sweaty skin.

A celebration, if you will.

His big hand lies splayed over your belly, protective, possessive, and deep down...grateful.

You glance up at the patched ceiling. Ben follows your gaze. His contentment fades into a frown, just like yours.

Both of you are thinking the same thing, if in different flavors of concern. Anxiety. (Guilt.)

"It's different now. You know that, right?" you say quietly. "If we're going to do this, you and me together, then I need you to protect us. Protect us from you."

At this point, you know he won't see a psychiatrist for his PTSD; not if it's to help himself (God forbid he admit that he needs it).

But if it's to protect you and your child, his own child...

Ben swallows a few acidic ounces of his pride.

Despite every cell in body that fights against it, he gets in his car the very next day and shows up for the appointment you made for him with Dr. David.

("What kind of quack fucking doctor goes by his first name, anyway? Christ.")

After the first couple of painfully awkward sessions, it's not so bad, Ben discovers.

He has a willing (heavily paid) audience for all of his stories from "the good old days."

Every gushy detail.

Russell Shaw

Russell is always quick to give reassurances, to downplay, to tell you that he's good.

But the day he comes home from a job with his bag hanging from his fingertips, almost dragging on the floor, his movements stiff as a rail — your heart sinks into your stomach.

"Hey, baby," he greets you tiredly, even tries to kiss you, but you're too busy running gentle hands over his arms and chest. Searching.

"Hmm, someone's missed me. Miss Handsy-yy-ahhh..." His playful quip dies the moment you find it.

Under his jacket lies the shoddy patch job on the bullet wound in his arm, located a few inches below the shoulder, just barely hidden by his sleeve.

"What the fuck is this?" you snap, half in anger, half in worry as tears spring hot in your eyes.

Russell immediately goes into damage control, soothing a hand down your arm and meeting your gaze.

"Hey, I'm okay. It's just a graze."

"Yeah fucking right. You're still bleeding!"

"Ehh, yeah, but no biggie. I've got some tools in the car—"

"No! We're going to the hospital."

"Sweetheart—"

"Right now! Let's go."

The man doesn't have the heart to argue with you too much after that. He knows he should've taken proper care of this before he got home. He really just wanted to, well, get home. To you.

But he regrets scaring you. He regrets making you worry.

He brushes the tears from your eyes and is grateful you don't ask what happened. He can't really tell you, even if he wanted to. His contract work with Horizon keeps his lips sealed for your safety, above all other reasons.

Only now does he begin to realize just how fucking unfair that is.

It really hits him when you sit with him for an hour and a half in the Emergency Department, waiting after the guy who fell off his moped, a kid with a little green army man stuck up his nose ("Hey, retro," Russell whispers to you), and a lady who can't seem to stop hiccuping.

Russell takes in a deep breath. He leans over to your ear.

"You know, we could just fix this up at home. A little needle and thread and some alcohol. Perfect First Aid kit," he says.

You narrow your gaze at him. "We're waiting to see a doctor. And don't think I'm done with you. When we get home, prepare to get punished."

A little smirk tugs at his lips. He brushes said lips across the back of your ear. "What am I, a little kid?"

You smile slightly as well.

"Well, if you're not going to tell me when you're hurt and try to cover it up like a little kid, that's how I'm gonna treat you."

Russell chuckles. His hand slips over your thigh.

"Gotta say, I'm kind of liking the sound of punishment. What'd you have in mind, sweetheart? Gonna spank me?"

And he's willing to give you more ideas.

You roll your eyes. Despite wanting to remain strong, his touch, the sensation of his lips brushing your ear sends a shiver curling down your spine.

"Oh, you just wait."

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[misteria247]

Frank could admit to his supposed flaws. Out of all the neighbors, he was the one who was the most prickly, so to speak. He went with logic rather than feelings and was the polar opposite of his best friend Julie. He could admit that his snippy personality could make him difficult to be around. That it could make him unapproachable to some. Yet he wasn't an unreasonable man or puppet. But at the moment.....

'I'm gonna start killing people.'

The grey puppet thought briefly as he grounded his teeth to not get into an argument. Praying to any deity out there to give him some patience. To spare his last nerve that was on its last leg. Across from him was Barnaby, the large blue dog puppet looking just as annoyed despite his easy-going grin.

"I just don't think it's a good idea exposing us."

The larger male said his tone lazy but firm. Frank took a deep breath, reminding himself that Barnaby was only thinking about the others. Just like himself.

"We can't keep this hidden forever. Sooner or later (Y/N) is gonna find out about us. And I think it'd be wise if we eased them into this rather than spring it on them."

Frank explained, trying to get Barnaby to see what he was saying. Just as he'd been trying to in vain to get him to see for the past two days.

"And what makes you think that we can trust (Y/N)?"

Howdy piped up, ever the question asker as much as a salesman. His eyes were narrowed a bit, staring Frank down. The smaller puppet wasn't phased, but he didn't respond. He didn't know how to convey that just from watching you for these past few weeks, he'd just got this gut feeling that you were trustworthy. Not in a way that was the logical manner that he was known for.

"Because they've been fixing us up! Despite all the bumps and road blocks, (Y/N) has done nothing but put us first! If they're willing to fix us old puppets, then I'm sure they're trustworthy!"

Julie chimed in, speaking Frank's thoughts exactly.

"I mean, look at my dress! My hair! Eddie's mailbag and Poppy's feathers! For goodness sake, they'd cleaned you up Howdy! And they just finished Frank's vest!"

The chipper puppet explained, holding the end of her red dress to show your handy work. The tears and holes that once littered the skirt were now patched up with adorable flower styled patches that were sewed on and ironed on. Some of them looked a bit bad, but they were stable enough to stay in place until you could figure out how to make them look better. Yet it was clear that they were done with care. And you'd gotten quite a few burns and pricks from trying to fix it. Poppy, who'd been quiet, jumped a bit, her feathers looking much better since their arrival to your home.

'Countless hours spent preening and fixing those feathers.'

Frank noted remembering how long it'd taken you to get the worst ones out.

"Julie darling....just because they fixed us doesn't mean that they're trustworthy with this."

Sally replied, sounding like she was exhausted and uninterested. The actor was next to Poppy, looking rather unimpressed with Julie's arguments.

"Now, now, let's not fight, please. This is a discussion, not an argument."

Poppy said, ever, the motherly one, as she sensed the possibility of an argument brewing. Julie, who had opened her mouth to reply, closed it, and Sally just sighed, not commenting.

"Well.....I don't know about you and Ms. Starlet, but I agree with Mr. Frankly and Ms. Joyful. (L/N) has been nothing but thoughtful. I think if we just explained, they'd understand."

Eddie, who hadn't really given his stance, put in. Frank looked at the larger mailman, who was nervous but steady in his words. Not wanting to stare too long, he quickly looked away.

"This could end badly if we tell them, you three realize this, right??"

Howdy asked his tone, judging.

"Howdy is onto something, pal. I'm not saying that (Y/N) is a bad person, but they're not him. Humans aren't always nice."

Barnaby threw in, looking a bit regretful at Julie and Eddie's expressions falling. Poppy and Sally didn't say anything else, but by their expressions, they were taking Barnaby and Howdy's words into consideration. Frank wanted to tear his hair out because he understood where they were coming from. He knew humans sometimes were not kind, especially to people or things who were different. But he couldn't give up. Something within him just couldn't let himself completely agree.

Not after watching you fix and clean them. Not after having you talk to him, always friendly save for when you were tired from work and other things. Not after watching you burn, cut, and prick your fingers and hands so much just to make them look better. Everything you did, it just screamed kindness. He wanted to give you a chance to be eased into this, not be taken by surprise.

You deserved that much, at least.

Frank steeled himself to again argue his, Julie, and Eddie's case on trusting you when a voice spoke up.

"No, they're not him. (Y/N) won't ever be him, but........they have his kindness. They've spoken to us and treated us like living beings. I think.....that they can be trusted."

Wally, who had been silent the entire time, had caused them all to quiet down and look at him. The smaller yellow puppet was calmly sitting on your armchair, a thoughtful expression on his face. Frank could see the others' expressions becoming resigned despite their displeasure. While Julie and Eddie perked up immediately at another one of their group agreeing.

"Wally buddy...."

Barnaby started to say, but Wally looking at him with a head tilt, quietly listening to his best friend, made him stop. The dog puppet just gave a sigh, knowing that Wally wasn't one to put his opinion in unless he was sure. And trying to change his mind was futile.

"I don't like this. You better think of a plan on how to do this, Frank..."

Barnaby said, gaze boring into him. Frank just thinned his mouth, meeting it head on.

"I always have a plan, Barnaby. I'm a bit offended you'd think otherwise."

[dreamwithmichis]

Photos (Chnn x F!reader)

Synopsis: You asked your best friend Chan for a favor but it wasn't free

Warning: Praise kink, No protection (but Chan cums on her stomach) dirty talk, pet names like baby, honey. slut once, spanking, oral sex (F!), start of fwb(?, (Maybe I'm forgetting something)

Author's notes: I want to practice english because it's not my first language, if I write anything wrong let me know so I can improve 🤍 thanks

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For a few months now some idiot from your university has been stalking your IG profile. You don't want to block him because you don't have enough reasons, so far he just checks your stories as soon as you upload them and likes your posts.

You talked about this with your best friend, Chan. He understands but advises you to not put pressure on yourself and just ignore it unless something actually serious happens. It's a very Chan response. Your libra friend has some trouble confronting sometimes, unlike you, acting hotheaded as you tend to be more impulsive.

Come on, opposites complement each other!

One afternoon you posted a story about your coffee while you were with Chan, the guy from college was still looking at your photos 5 minutes after you posted them.

"Can you put down your phone? I'm starting to think I'm boring you." You know your friend isn't really offended, he just likes to act a bit dramatic sometimes. It's endearing.

"When you're glued to the screen for work or looking at tiktoks I don't say anything to you"

"You little liar, you do."

You leave your phone on the table and concentrate on whatever Chan is talking about. After about 20 minutes, he goes back into his monologue about his job until you both get distracted by the glow of your phone screen.

You could read in the notifications the name of your classmate liking your cappuccino stories.

"It seems like he is... Insistent doesn't it?"

"I'm about to freak out but I think blocking him and then seeing him back in class is going to be really awkward." You raised your hands to your head, a little distressed about the scenario you just created in your mind. "It's awkward because you make it awkward"

You were about to argue until an idea crossed your mind. "What if I make him uncomfortable?" "What?" He looked confused, a expression that prompted me to elaborate

"I want to make him uncomfortable so he won't talk to me or stalk me"

"And how do you plan to do it, silly?"

You smiled sweetly as your hands cradle the side of your head and stared innocently at Chan. "You know you scare me when you don't blink?"

"Chan... Channie... Chris"

"What do you want?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Nothing bad, just a small favor. Insignificant really."

"Why don't I believe you?" He knew you too well. You chuckle, it was really entertaining to see him like this. "Because you are mean to me, you didn't even let me fully elaborate on what I was gonna ask you!"

"I already know it's probably stupid, but hey, ask away."

"Can you take pictures with me pretending to be my boyfriend?"

Your friend laughs before taking a sip of his coffee. “I knew it was going to be something stupid.”

"Put your arm around my shoulder, do it naturally!"

"Why the hell did I agree to this?"

"Because you love me" I look at him through the mirror with an innocent smile

"Nah, I don't think that's it" He wrinkles his nose as he scoffs. Stupid. "I will charge you for this favor"

I ignore everything he says and keep taking photos. After about 7 takes you were satisfied... Or so you thought until you saw Chan lying on the couch and the gears in your head started moving again.

"Take off your shirt, now."

"What? A coffee first, don't you think?" He laughs as he obeys and takes off his shirt revealing his toned torso, puts his hands behind your head and lies back down. "You know? I think I know you well enough that I can tell what your next move is."

You climb onto his abdomen and take photos while putting one hand on his abs and pretending to scratch them.

"I'd be worried if you couldn't meet me after all these years, Channie..." You scoff a little after taking the last photo and showing the screen to Chan. "look!"

He stares at the screen in silence for a few seconds as he holds you by your thighs while you are still sitting on top of his hips. "I like them... Was that the last photo?" He murmurs in a tone that you can't decipher but that sends a slight current down your spine. "Mhm, yes. Why?"

"Then I'm going to charge you for doing this" Before you could think, Chan had grabbed your thighs and flipped you over so that your back was lying on the couch and he was on top of you, positioned between your legs. "I was going to ask you for a normal favor in return but after seeing you so comfortable on top of me I decided I want something else."

"Wait, what?" His smile grew bigger as he caressed the outside of your thighs and his hands began to travel north until they settled on your hips. "What you heard babe, you're sexy when you're on top of me... But you can be sexier down there, right?"

"C'mon... Let me collect my favor, I assure you that you will love it" Your breath hitched as you felt his lips on your neck, kissing your skin slowly. His hands gently squeezed your hips as he trailed kisses to your mouth. "Your skin tastes like honey, What will your lips taste like?"

"Try them" you tease in a mischievous tone. You're not going to waste this opportunity. Chan is your friend and you don't believe there's love there but you're not blind. Chan has sex appeal... And lots of it.

Your tease works as Chan moves closer to take your lips in a needy kiss. His hands slip under your shirt and up to your breasts.

"No bra? Dirty girl" he teases as he breaks away from the kiss and plays with your nipples between his fingers. You don't stay behind and unbuckle his belt and pants. "Shut up"

They both take off each other's clothes and throw them on the floor while the kisses and touching become more intense. The smacking sounds of Chan's lips moving down your stomach fill the room. You tangle your fingers in his hair as he blows his hot breath on your core. "baby look at this" He rubs his thumb across your folds and makes slow circles on your clit. "Fuck- How can you get me so wet, honey?"

You tried to stifle moans by biting your index finger. "Shut up" "Do you want me to shut up? Fine" Chan's mischievous smile didn't last long in your sight as he was quick to sink his mouth into your wet core. He ate you like licking you was the cure for his hunger. Your orgasm built and came to you as he gave your clit his attention again making you cum as you looked at some strands of his hair and he held your hips with his hands to keep eating you until you are clean.

Before you knew it, he was on top of you again, pressing himself against you with a dark look on his face, like an animal that has already hunted its prey. "Don't think I'm done with you yet, but I want to know if you want it too"

"Damn, yeah" The answer came out of your mouth automatically, without thinking. But who needs to think when you can just focus on him?

"You're so needy" in a normal situation you would stay with your friend making fun of you. But you can't come up with a clever retort when the head of his cock slowly sinks into your pussy and then pulls out leaving you wanting more. "Please" "Just because you asked nicely baby"

"Mhm yes" Your pussy gladly welcomes Chan's cock. He's buried to the hilt and it feels amazing but it's nothing compared to when he starts with slow but hard thrusts.It doesn't take long for both of them to want more and Chan doesn't hold back with his next thrusts. "You squeeze me so good, so good baby. This pussy is perfect for me, don't you think? Would you let me use it often?" You nod as you hook your feet together on his hips, your mind clouding with pleasure. "Look at you, you can't think and take a cock at the same time?" You can't give a verbal response as his thrusts build another orgasm for you.

"I want to hear your words" Chan demands as he takes one of your tits in his hand and squeezes it. "I... I can't... I'm close" "My slut can't talk?". His name barely slips from your lips when he lets go of your breast and slaps it before doing the same to your other breast.

Your orgasm washes over you quickly as your pussy and breasts are stimulated by your friend, not to mention the dirty words that ignite something inside you when he says them. Before Chan cums he pulls out of you and uses his hand to pump himself and cum on your abdomen leaving white stripes on your skin.

They both smile as they catch their breaths. "Are you satisfied with your favor now?" "Absolutely darling, so let me know when you want more photos. You know my price."

[thedevilsoftruth]

Best Mistake.

Thunderbolts/Senator B. Barnes x Afab! Reader

smut tags: Old man Bucky love, heavy heavy breeding kink ( can you guess what my biggest fetish is!! ), unprotected sex, little bit of degrading, crying during sex. Not beta read.

A/n: yeah I know I said on last night's post that that last fic would be the last Congressman Barnes erotica I made before Thunderbolts comes out, but ive had this idea for weeks so I turned it into a short drabble. Enjoy!

[ MDNI! I am not responsible for what you find on the internet. ]

You don't even intend for the words to fall out. They just do.

Right there. On your couch. What was supposed to be just a small quickie before he had to go off to work turned into something so much more than that when you decided to open your mouth.

"I'm not on birth control."

The way Bucky looked up at you had you shaking more than the actual sex did. It was a look that you'd never forget. A look that he could never recreate. One that was initially pure shock but did not take long to turn into something that was hungry and dark.

"You uh..." He panted. You swore you could feel his cock twitch inside you. "You wanna repeat that?"

No. No you did not. The situation already had you embarrassed. Plus, he looked really angry. You wanted to shake your head but your mouth betrayed you when he gave you a singular deep thrust that had you gripping his forearms for dear life.

"Not... ngh--on birth control." You repeated with a mewl that was so whiny and desperate that it made you embarrassed. Bucky just laughed. He threw his handsome head back and laughed, long silver and black strands of hair sticking to his sweaty skin.

"oh baby," he crooned, his voice so condescending and mocking that it made you feel so ungodly broken but so ungodly needy. "that's just too bad, hmm? 'cause I'm gonna.. fu--fuckin' cum soon." You'll never forget how strained and gutteral his voice was when he spoke those words to you, or the way your pussy fluttered around him after he had spoken them.

You yelped when he started back up his brutally fast and punishing pace without warning. Your hands shot to his back, clawing at him through his white button down. His red wine tie hung loosely around his collar, falling onto your exposed breasts and bouncing with you as your body moved perfectly in time with his thrusts. Your legs wrapped around his thick waist, pulling him into you deeper, needing more of him despite how utterly embarrassed you were.

"You gonna let me fill this pretty little pussy up? Hmm?" He cooed, smoothing your hair out over your forehead with his flesh hand, all with the fakest pout you'd ever seen on a man. And that was saying something, because you went on to have two children.

"Get you nice and round with my baby.." He grunted through gritted teeth, his cock pushing into the most perfect little spot in your pussy that had your muscles tightening around him and fluttering. You almost fucking screamed. "Ooho," he laughed darkly. "Did you like that?"

His vibranium hand cupped your warm cheek. Your eyes were wide and tears were prickling them. His cold, metal thumb brushed over your puffy, wet lips. You wanted to cry. You were going to cry.

"Filthy girl." He growled, slamming into hard and making you cry out. "Not taking birth control, begging me to come fuck her an hour before I have to go to work." He leaned down and kissed your collarbone. His teeth lightly grazed over your skin. "Is this what you wanted? Hmm? Were you hoping that I'd fill you up? Get you all stuffy and bred nicely?"

You couldn't stop the tears slipping down your warm cheeks as he shamelessly degraded you. You covered your face with your hands, whimpering but trying so hard to contain the broken moans coming out of you.

"Nuh-uh." Bucky growled, tearing your arms from your face. "None of that. You know better." He told you with the shake of his head, his pace slowed down by just a tad. "You don't get to act all shy after what you just told me." He leaned down to kiss you, his silky salt-and-pepper beard grazing against your skin as he moved his jaw against yours.

"Now." He said, giving you one singular kiss along with a thrust that hit you so hard that you swore your vision turned white for a moment. "You gonna let me fill this pathetic little cunt up? Or are you just gonna sit there and cry?"

Spoiler alter: it was both.

You blinked, opening your wet eyes, your hand dropping down to his right forearm, your palm grazing against the cold metal of the watch you gave him as a 3rd year wedding anniversary gift. Which he still had, 7 years later.

"Ngh--" you tried, your eyes drifting to the ceiling subconsciously. He forced your eyes back on his with two metal fingers. "Yes..." You gasped, fingers digging into his exposed skin. He tapped your clit twice.

"Try again." He frowned with the click of his tongue. You coughed, a broken moan disrupting it as he started rubbing your little bud in harsh circles.

"Yes! Please, James. W-want you to fill me up." You begged, your tongue thick in your mouth, your used pussy drooling over his cock, all with hot tears slipping down your cheeks.

He laughed darkly. A sound so deep, it rumbled from his chest like thunder and made your cunt flutter all over him like it was the first time.

"Good fucking girl." He said through his laugh, leaning down to kiss you. "I knew you had it in you to admit to it." His teeth lightly grazed over your swollen lips. Your toes curled when he started hitting your sweet spot all over again in heavy, deep thrusts.

"Now be good for me and take this like the good, filthy little girl I know you can be."

[reignpage]

UPDATE: REQUESTS ARE NOW CLOSED

I'm gonna do something I've never done before and something I hope to freaking god I won't regret: I will be opening my request 🫨 (whaaaat did reign get probed is this doomsday so scaryyyy) I know I know but this is ONLY for the ROOMMATE SMAU AU

I'd like your input into how you'd like the story to develop. It'll be interesting to gauge people's understanding, interpretation and level of engagement with the au. Since my focus these days will be on my fics, I thought I'd open the floor to you guys to decide on what the next roommate smaus should be. I'll pick the top options and put it to a vote to see which gets posted first.

Rules:

Please don't ask me to add other characters, that's just not how this works

No intense crazy kinks obvi ❌🙅‍♀️

Be respectful and polite when asking pwease, you know I'm just a girl 👉👈🥺

Not all requests, and likely not even most of it, will be turned into a smau. Please don't get upset or harass me because I didn't do your request or if I did it differently

Please be thoughtful and considerate when making a request. By this I mean, think about the content I do and what prompts I've already done. Don't ask me, for example, to make a smau where the readers are single mothers -- that doesn't really make sense in the context of the au. Another example would be asking me to have reader come out as trans -- I wouldn't know even how to broach the topic

This is not an excuse to make a request for my general smaus. This has to be specific to the roommate au so please don't try to be sneaky

Any asks that go against my rules will be discarded

I'm looking forward to hearing your fun ideas!!

UPDATE: REQUESTS ARE NOW CLOSED

[arrrion]

Not Just a Mirror

Stanley Snyder x GN reader

Synopsis: In which one of the American that woke up from stone is actually a genius actor that can mirror everything perfectly.

Disclaimers: reader is obsessed with perfection.

I never know what to put in disclaimers...

Anyways, this is the first idea I got for Stanley but I'm actually not confident on how it will turn out.

This is also based on the oc of my sister so it will depict her oc's reflection, hope you like it sista <3

Enjoy!

When the the stone before your eyes cracked and collapsed to the ground, you vision got blurred. You felt blinded for a while. It was so long since you could see color that you started forgetting what it was like.

The stone on your body fell on the ground, along with the pieces that were on your eyes. You got up from your position and took a glance around you. Nature had took its liberty and you were facing a forest untouched by humans. Your eyes fell on a sign. It only had an arrow and something about a base? If this wooden sign was here it only meant that someone had woken up before you did. And of they let this sign here it also means they probably won't attack you? You grabbed what you could on your way and started walking, following the arrow's direction.

On your way you find several other statues with the same sign. You just had to follow it. You were quite far from the base but that won't discourage you. You had worse in life.

You genuinely thought, while on the ride, that if after the big catastrophe people had started a new civilization, you had to find it. You were an actor, more of a theater actor, your only goal was to please people. It was your talent, your only option. Your parents had made you this way, a people pleaser.

The travel took less than a week I'd say. You had to stop several time to rest. Nights were cold but hopefully you had survived. You could play survival play all you want, nothing had prepare you to actually survive in a forest for this long.

So you arrived almost but naked in front of a little field of corns. It was only baby plants but you knew it was gonna grow big and good. Your presence was immediately reported to Xeno and you had only waited a few minutes, enough for you to decide if you go further or not, and the man with white hair appeared in front of you.

"Greetings, you are one of the elite that survived all those years in stone. We are rebuilding a civilization, would you like to join us ?" Obviously Xeno wasn't gonna let you go but a little courtesy won't kill anyone? You nodded, a little sour in the throat.

Xeno immediately gave you clothes and once you were inside a sort of lab, he started his questions by asking what you were doing before petrification.

"I'm an actor. I played in both films and theater." The unpleased face Xeno made wasn't even a little hidden by the man.

"I see." He thought. You understood that in the stone world, an actor wasn't really what you would need the most. "And do you have a hobby of yours? Other than acting."

"I... No. I spend all my time perfecting my talent." The doctor let out a sign. You wouldn't blame him. He gave you little job that were simple. It was things you could do fast, way faster than Xeno think.

So each time you finished your tasks early, you just walked in the base, searching for people that needed your help. And when you found nobody or you already helped those who needed, you would spend your time watching them work. It was what you did back in the modern world. A simple glance at something and you could repeat its movement. That was your talent.

You weren't always good at acting, but your body was the best at replicating. You started as back-up. You could be just a npc in the back of a play in a theater or a back-up in a film, doing a figure instead of the actor on stage. And later on you took classes for the face part. Your name grew more and more and you finally got a prize for your talent.

Lately you found yourself looking at where Stanley Snyder was training. It was early on and most of the people was building, Stanley would help of course but Xeno had just made a new riffle and he was training with it. Your eyes were locked on him and when he was gone you would take something that could have the same weight and would replicate the position Stanley had when shooting.

You already had a gun in your hands before, you tried to shoot with a real one to copy the exact movement when you had a fake one. But it was different to watch Stanley do it. It wasn't just because the man was in the military. He had a manner to shoot, a manner he had built with the years. And you felt excited. Would you be able to copy this ? It was years of expertise against you, that had shoot once or twice in your life.

You made it your goal. Every time you had time, you would work on your memory to replicate the blond's move. You spend a lot of time watching him whenever he was walking nearby. You'd analyze the way his muscles moved and correct yourself later on.

And this constant eying on the soldier wasn't discreet, you weren't trying to be in your defense. It grew on Stanley's temper and he had to confront you. For him, you were just a creep that was watching him do anything like a psycho. He made sure nothing was up for him to do and went for you.

And here you stood, positioned exactly like le smoker had done every time he shoot.

Stanley was stunned. For a second here he thought he was seeing himself. His past anger went down but now he had tones of other questions. He approached you with determination.

"So this's why you keep ya eyes on me?" Your arms calmly fell down, like the blond would do, and you let out of what you had in your hands. Your body turned to the tall man.

"Just doin' this when I have time."

"So what are ya? A fast learner or somethin' ?" Stanley knew this wasn't just fast learning. You had the exact same position as him. There was no way you just did it by accident.

"Clearly not. I'm an actor, I can replicate everythin' I see." You said like it was nothing.

"Yeah, right. You do realise not every actor can just "replicate what they see" like ya?" He crossed his arms.

"Ah" Your lips formed a thin line.

"So, like, if I show ya other things ya could do it?"

"I could" You had picked his interest.

Stanley spend a lot of time with you to show you his moves. He understood that you where like a mirror. Wich meant that if he wanted to form a real soldier he had to put lessons in your head. But it was way easier to teach you than the other soldier he had back in the modern world. Just the fact you could copy everything perfectly was incredible. It was like two Stanley were guarding the colony.

Xeno quickly learned about this and let's say it was an happy surprise for him. It didn't really ring a bell when he heard your name but now it made sense. He was gonna make great use of your talent.

But for now you where occupied with the blond. He was formatting you into the perfect copy of himself. And it was bringing him satisfaction seeing you be so competent.

And it was feeding your esteem to see how you could copy him.

But, one day you overheard people talking about how weak you were, were you really thinking of doing like Stanley without his strength? It went on your head. Of course you had some muscles, you needed them to do some figures back on the stage. But none of them was enough for a soldier. And even though you had gained some more with the training you had, it wasn't enough.

You made sure to train harder, and behind Stanley's back. You were just not satisfied with how slow you were. You had to be perfect with this. And if it meant more muscles, you would do anything to be exactly like Xeno's best friend.

But nothing goes long under Stanley's nose.

You were training in the middle of the night when the tiredness of your arms and legs was to much. Your body collapsed to the ground and you grunted.

"That's what you get for being to greedy" Your eyes went wide for the first time in so long. "Surprised to see me ?" Your eyes went searching for his but you could feel his anger without seeing them. You did your best to sit and let your head down. You were guilty. "You are under my command. And I do not remember telling you to train like a madman, even at hours like this."

"I'm sorry." You wanted to say more but your mouth stayed shut. Stanley eventually signed. He crouched in front of you and made you you were facing him before speaking.

"Ya don't have to be so rude on yourself like that. We have plenty of time to make ya the best. Rewards comes with hard work, remember it. Now go to sleep or I'm not teaching ya tomorrow." You smiled. Maybe this man couldn't copy everything like you, but you always feel like he his one step before you.

Bonus:

Stanley got up and was gonna go to sleep to when he didn't hear you move. You were actually trying to get up but your body was to tired. You looked up at him, embarrassed, and he just controlled a laugh before going to help you.

Yeah you would never overtrain again after this humiliation.

I feel like I always chose the bad parents...

I headcannon that Stanley speaks without accent when he's mad.

Anyways, I really have to write something more cheesy? I don't know, maybe I'm to shy??

My sister's oc name is Mocha if you're willing to take this information ;)

Then, see you soon !

[liraspins]

Lira smirked as Tylio's screen minimized. He really was working. On a weekend. What a shame. Her head was still propped on his shoulder, the other hands finding the little hairs in the nape of his neck. "So, my clothes are gonna smell like you, hm?" her voice was light, flirty, laced with real excitement. "I like that." she added, softer this time, slipping another kiss into the warm skin there before finally peeling herself off him. "I don't have plans, you know that." She glanced out the window, stretching lazily. Grey skies glared back at her, thick with the kind of bloated clouds that looked ready to explode any second. She bit her lip a little, debating. She had been thinking about taking Tylio outside—dragging him into her half-chaotic day-life, maybe doing some street music like she'd joked about after that party. Let him see how the magic worked when she was sober(ish). But the air already had that electric charge she didn't trust, and the last time she got caught in a storm, she'd spent two days trying to dry her sleeping bag over a public bathroom hand-dryer. No thanks. Her stomach grumbled before she could get too nostalgic about her dumb ideas. She hummed under her breath and sauntered over to the kitchen, grabbing a plate a little too fast and clinking it against the counter. She piled scrambled eggs and a few pieces of toast onto it without much strategy—one chunk of toast slipped off the plate almost immediately. Pontus was quicker than she was, snapping it up and crunching happily. Lira giggled quietly and poured herself a cup of coffee, managing to slosh some over the rim and onto the counter. She squinted at the mess, wiped at it half-heartedly with the side of her hand, and left a charming little coffee stain as a souvenir. She padded back into the living room and plopped herself right onto the couch table, sitting cross-legged with her plate on her lap, facing Tylio where he lounged back on the couch. Pontus flopped down under the table, giving her a hopeful look every few seconds. “God, you're spoiling me," Lira said, mouth already half-full, waving a fork dramatically at him. "Breakfast, laundry…what’s next?" she grinned and passed a piece of egg under the table for Pontus. The brunette leaned back slightly, free hand propping herself up behind her. The food helped, but she still felt a little hungover—there was a slight tilt to her balance. Her eyes flicked lazily to Tylio over her plate. He didn’t look hungover. Not fair. Lira wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, getting crumbs all over her legs. She set her plate down and leaned forward, elbows resting on her thighs. "Okay, so," she started, voice low and playful, "I was gonna make you come with me. Show you the glamorous world of busking in shitty weather. You would've loved it. Really. Mud, drunk people, maybe a nice electrocution if we hit the right puddle." She shrugged one shoulder, grinning.

"But. You're lucky. 'Cause I'm feeling generous today. Also, my head’s gonna fall off if I have to walk around too much." She let the admission hang there a second, the vulnerability hiding under a crooked little smile. "I think... I might still have a little weed left somewhere in my bag." She lifted her brows innocently, like she hadn't just suggested the best idea anyone had ever had. "Could light up. Sit here. Be degenerates together?" She grinned wider, bright and unrepentant, leaning forward a little like she was offering him a secret. "Unless you’re scared of a little herbal bonding time, Budget Boy?" Her bare toes nudged lightly against his shin, playful, teasing. God, it was way too easy to want to stay.

Lira's voice sounded a lot less sleepy and a lot more cheery when she called out to him. As if she just got home from work or something. It was kind of funny, he couldn't help but picture her with a suitcase. A tie. She'd probably tag the suitcase and rip the tie. He calmly put out the butt of his cigarette in the nearest ashtray, spotting Lira in the corner of his eye as she disappeared into the bathroom briefly.

It didn't occur to him that she might be going into the bathroom to rub away the smell of beer, rather than just use it for its intended purpose. He wouldn't have even been surprised if she did smell like alcohol, it could've still been there from last night. But this wasn't something that he had to think about usually. His gaze remained fixed on the screen in front of him as he finished typing up an email - yes, a work email - that had been sent just before the weekend. Maybe it could have waited until monday. But that would mean doing more work at the start of the week and he hated starting off the week with a heavy workload.

He was just hitting 'send' when Lira entered the room and tried to peek along over his shoulder. "Just work, sorry to disappoint", he chuckled, because he knew for sure she would have loved to catch him doing something less innocuous. But it would be a fresh day in hell before he'd let that happen. He wasn't— oh— his mind stuttered a little bit when he felt Lira's lips against his neck. He wasn't used to it, not enough for it to not distract him. He could still feel her kiss lingering when she lifted her head and questioned the sudden lack of clothes on the floor.

"Huh? Oh, yeah I had to do a wash anyway, I put your stuff in there too. Saves you a trip to the laundromat, right?" He turned around now, one of his hands finding her arm, giving it a light squeeze. "I slept well so if you have any more plans, you can count me in. There are some eggs and toast, if you want to eat first. And coffee." Lots of coffee. He wasn't all that tired anymore, so he ended up not needing most of it.

[casscainmainly]

omg i love your idea for the duke and dick dynamic, it could be so fun if handled properly, i wish dc would release a team-up for them where they start off with the one-sided hate-ish dynamic you described. i'm primarily a nightwing fan but i adore duke and something about them starting off on such a wrong foot makes my brain itch, the banter would be comedy gold. they team up for a case that involves undercover work and some classic corrupt officials in a powerful system. the rooftop should come up and dick should apologize for handling it all wrong and they would talk about the systemic issues in brief all over throughout the comic (maybe use the newly orphaned dick in juvie reference at some point, could lead to very interesting introspection on dick's part) and let them chafe a little together because they are both used to being in leader/solo roles and then let them find even more respect for each other and their skills. i think dick would like duke even more by the end and they both would gain a better understanding of each other. duke doesn't even need to like dick by the end of it. it would be SO fun. DC PLEASE LET THIS HAPPEN, LET DUKE BE PETTY AND A HATER AND LET IT BE FUNNY

YAY I'm so glad you like the idea <333 I made that Duke hates Dick post what feels like so long ago now but it is still one of my fav posts and I stand by it. I WOULD DIE FOR A DICK + DUKE SPECIALLLL!!

Sorry you've turned on the Dick + Duke tap in my head so gonna dump some thoughts here:

The thing about Dick + Duke is that they're sooo similar but SOOO different. Like technically they've both been wards/taken in not as a son for Bruce, but Dick's situation was so radically different that even if they talked about it, it wouldn't be the same. Dick would be like 'how did you feel being taken in by Bruce' and Duke would be like 'nothing really. I mean it was nice but it was only temporary. What was it like for you' and Dick would suppress 1 bajillion of the world's strongest feelings about Bruce to be like 'oh it was nice as well'.

ALSO thinking about how the roof thing happened when Dick gave Duke his blessing to be Robin, but now Duke is Signal. I don't think Dick knows 'Signal' comes from Duke's mom, and Duke certainly doesn't know 'Robin' comes from Dick's mom. Imagining a conversation where they discuss those names, and the uncomfortable realisation of what exactly it meant when Duke + the WAR kids took Robin out of its context, but also the realisation that Signal is a Robin legacy in its own way by honouring motherhood. Also, thinking about Duke telling Dick about Bruce giving him the Signal suit and basically asking him to stop being Robin. Dick had picked Duke in Robin War, I can't imagine Bruce's interference with the Robin mantle would go over well (and it shouldn't. I just need someone to be mad about the Robin/Signal transition in canon!!!)

Final thought is their opposing thoughts about performance and honesty. Performance is such an integral part of Dick's core, but it's antithetical to Duke's; he's all about truth, bringing things to light, digging things up etc. I think them teaming up could bring out these completely different approaches to being a hero and being human, and it would be so delicious and good!!! I truly do think at the end of it they would come to have a deep respect for each other, because they are both deeply good people who believe in community and compassion. I even think the leader thing won't be hard for them to overcome (Dick would not treat Duke as a sidekick and Duke would appreciate that; they're both very aware of the importance of youth's independence).

This is just some of the stuff DC is leaving on the table by NOT FLESHING THEIR RELATIONSHIP OUT. For now I just have 3 panels in Robin War to obsess over :((. If they ever do a Duke-Dick special or run I will buy every issue and every variant cover and cry on the floor for an hour maybe because I'll be SO HAPPY!!!

[joyfulhottubfuntik]

Here is an idea for a GF fic that my friend and I came up with which I'm not sure I'm gonna do anything with.

***

Ford calls his mom shortly before a family reunion that he's not sure about attending (given that he usually doesn't). Caryn joyfully tells him that Stan, who no one's really heard from in a while, is also gonna be coming for the first time since he was kicked out. And Ford is... well, he doesn't know how to feel about it. If anything, he is surprised. The first time Stan didn't try reaching out on their birthday and then on other family holidays, he kinda saw it as confirmation that heis brother really didn't want to come back and apologize. Family reunions never felt the same afterwards, so Ford just stopped coming. Now though... well, it's just strange and very unexpected. But a small part of him that he desperately tries to push down is hopeful that maybe Stan will finally apologize and perhaps they will at least be on speaking terms again.

So, against better judgement, Ford does go. And Stan is there, just like his mom said he would be. He seems to be doing well for himself, just like Ford thought he would, exuding confidence and chatting with people. What's strange is that their father is one of those people. Because Stan has never been so calm when speaking to him, and it's unbelievable to see, especially after all that has happened. Their father seems to have picked up on the confidence, something that he's always wanted his sons to exhibit, so maybe that, along with how well off Stan seems to be, may explain his change of attitude. Stan, however...

Eventually, Ford finally talks to him. It starts with an apology, a surprisingly straightforward one too: no averted eyes or nervous hand movements, no hasty explanations or excuses. In a way, that's all Ford has wanted: a straightforward genuine apology, an admission of guilt. But somehow that also feels entirely wrong, like someone playing the part of his brother in a play, doing it well, but only as well as someone reading from a script could. That's when Ford gets the creeping thought that whatever's in front of him is something that's pretending to be his brother.

Of course, at first he tries to write it off as just him being paranoid, especially seeing how the rest of the family doesn't seem to think anything's off. And, after all, it has almost been ten years. But the more he watches, the more he notices the numerous small inconsistencies, like all the mannerisms he clearly remembers from years ago being completely gone.

At last, Ford can't bear it anymore, so he decides to use something that is extremely personal (and painful) to both of them: their childhood dream. He casually comes up to Stan and starts a conversation. Eventually, Ford brings it up and Stan's reaction is something along the lines of "Well, that was just stupid, wasn't it? I mean, it's a childish dream, something we did to pass the time, but it could never work. Sometimes you just have to outgrow things like that, you know. I wish I had just done it sooner, rather than later". And it's so utterly wrong it's straight up uncanny. Like, of course, Ford did choose to pursue his own aspirations instead. Maybe Stan could find other things to do too, that's believable. But this doesn't mean the dream no longer matters, and for Stan out of all the people to talk about it like it doesn't and hasn't ever...

So, right then and there, Ford decides that, whoever he is talking to is not his brother. And thus he sets out on a mission to find out whatever happened and, most importantly, where Stanley actually is.

***

Or alternatively, Stan somehow stumbles upon some sort of mind reading supernatural creatures who pretty much push him to make a wish. That wish is kinda contradictory in itself, more so two of his deep wants combined: Stan wants his family to accept him and love him again, but he also wants to stop being himself, Stanley Pines, the homeless grifter and the screw up.

The solution to this problem is: a sort of magical clone of Stan is created, which is designed to, while mainly relying on Stan's own memories, act in a way that will make the people he cares about like him. Overtime, the copy will correct its mistakes and become more and more like the real thing, and Stan will forget who he is, which would free him of all his regrets and let him begin life anew.

The flaw with all of that? Stan severely underestimated how much his twin actually cares and how much he's willing to do for him.

***

I have no idea how this would actually go or work and neither does my friend. A rescue mission, a lot of upsetting realizations, that's for sure. Anyway, I like this idea too much to just let it quietly perish in our imaginations. So I'm putting it into yours too lol

[kiemiu]

' 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 '

𝓒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍: May 3rd

𝓒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝓞𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍: May 4th

the rest tba :) . . .

explanation on why i've been gone:

the main reason for my lack of updates is because i'm in my senior year of high school and have just been drowninggg in tests, school/home work, actual work, college applications, and more. i never meant to be on a hiatus for this long, especially without announcing my departure and how long it might be and i truly feel so bad for leaving everyone out in the dark for it!

I also will say my anxiety got the best of me and I started to doubt my work, my ability to write and I felt like nothing I was putting out was really living to the expectation that I wanted it to, even with all of the support. But I'm not even gonna worry about that anymore. I love writing and if you guys continue to support me I will do my absolute best to be more punctual, and vocal about everything. Inducing chapter updates, life updates (if not too personal.) and whatever may concern anyone.

I will not continue to write for the sturniolo triplets due to my own personal reasons but I will continue to keep my fics up, I will finish the 'beneath the quiet' story (possibly the end of june depending on how fast chapter updates are.), and I will continue to take requests for Kang Sae-Byeok. I have a lot of story ideas for her and would love to get back to writing her.l and possibly other characters.

( i'm starting off slow which is why im only posting two chapters on the weekends but depending on how i feel and when i finally graduate—chapter updates will likely be more frequent including stories for requests! ) ily all so so much and thank you for reading.

( if you guys still care lol ) :

if there's any questions or anything else you'd guys like me to address please, let me know!

[sumjirel]

Big Rue art dump :,D

Lots of concept doodles for a small redesign that I'm planning to give them, as well as some others of Rue with their family.

Rambles under the cut

I've been doing research when it comes to defining what hairstyle they're gonna have in the story. I haven't completely decided, but I'm considering giving them locs :)

On the fourth drawing, I did some concept drawings of what their hair would look like throughout the different stages (and throughout the story) of her having her locs. I'm quite happy with how it turned out, although I still need to research and practice drawing the hair more.

In the second, third and sixth drawings, I'm messing around some more with this idea of him having locs.

The first and third doodles with Rue's dad doing their hair since I imagine that he was the one who usually took care of it growing up, until Rue started to do it on their own. Rue is more tender-headed and doesn't like/trust when other people touch their hair much, so they really only trust their dad to do the hairstyles if they want/need help, as over the years, he was the only one who was able to do it carefully without causing Rue much discomfort.

In the last drawing, I've been considering redesigning Rue's scar and trying to incorporate the magic aspect in some way as a contributor to the healing process.

Fun fact: I used a drawing of the rue plant from an art book I had as a reference for the overall shape of the scar :)) I'm gonna work on it more as I'm still not completely happy with how it is, but I'm liking the direction that it's heading so far.

And lastly, a doodle of Rue helping out her sister with school work.

[aussie-engene]

Best friend!Sunghoon x gn!reader

Best friends to lovers

Fluff

Warnings: teasing, the words idiot and brat, kissing

You and Sunghoon have been friends for a while now. Honestly, you've lost count of the years. You always were inseparable, and everyone knew that. Sunghoon is the type of best friend that is protective and caring. He would protect you from unwanted encounters with people that hit on you and would always treat you like royalty.

You thought that that was just his nature, and that was his way of showing you he loves you...as a friend. Even if you didn’t want to admit it, that's what you two were. Friends.

You had accepted it after so many years. You were in love with him from the start, but you were too scared of telling him not wanting to ruin your friendship. There were always times tho that you just wanted to tell him and see what would happen next. 'Why am I not telling him? Oh, right! I don't want to ruin our friendship. Classic'. You would always think and move on.

Right now, you were scrolling on your phone until you were met with a cute confession video of two best friends. You smiled watching it, imagining how it would be if you ended up together as you've always wanted. That's when an idea popped up in your mind...

You quickly sent him a message

Y/n: Hey idiot,wanna come at my place and hangout?

Sunghoon: Yeah sure! I'll be there in 10

Sunghoon: Also, stop calling me idiot you brat!

You smiled at your screen. You were excited to put your plan to work!

A couple of minutes later, you heard the doorbell. Of course, you knew who it was and ran to the door, stopping right in front of it to catch yourself and make it look like you weren't soooo excited to see him.

Once you let him in, you just chilled at your living room as usual. Teasing, gossiping, and stuff that you always did. And once the right time came, you spoke

"Sunghoon~" it was obvious that you were trying to tease him

"*exhales* What now?"

"Whaaaat? Can't I call you by your name?" You continued the teasing

"Well knowing you,you only call me by my name when you have done something, when you are about to do something or when you want something, so just spill it out"

"Ha ha, funny idiot!"

Your plan was going really well. You had his attention and that's exactly when you said your final words.

"Sunghoon"

"Yeah?"

"I love you~" You whispered enough for him to hear

"What did I just say?" You asked him with a bright smile on your face

"I love you" he repeated but you could see his cheeks becoming red

"I love you too love" you said and you made him choke on air. It all turned out exactly as you wanted!

"Wh-what?"

"You just said that you love me! And I said that I love you too!"

"But I- you- how did you-..."

He couldn't form a normal sentence and you loved it. You were laughing at his cuteness until he spoke again

"Mischevious plan...I gotta admit. But if you wanted me to tell you that I love you you didn’t have to plan this little game of yours" he said with a small smirk on his face

You were the one in shock now

"What?"

"You heard me" now he had a full on smirk!

"I love you" he blurred out and all you could do was stare at home wide-eyed. He chuckled at your reaction.

"You're blushing you know" you quickly covered your cheeks at his statement making him chuckle again.

"It's your fault!"

"My fault? Love I'm not the one that made the game"

'Love?!?!?! Did he just call me love?!?!?!' You were internally screaming. Sunghoon your best friend called you love. Yes you called him that earlier but it was different now! You were trying to see if he was teasing you but the look he gave you wasn't one you could understand. It was something knew.

"Well are you gonna say anything or are we just gonna stare at eachothers faces for the rest of the day?"

"Do you mean it?"

"Mean what?"

"That you-you love me..."

"Definitely. I've loved you for to long to deny it from you... The real question now is...do you feel the same?"

Your eyes widened even more. Was this seriously happening???

"I do...more than you can think of..."

He got serious. He was searching your eyes to find any hint of teasing but he didn't find anything. The more he looked in your eyes the more he fell in love. He decided to make the next big step and leaned in slowly to see if you would pull back. You didn’t. You understood what was about to happen and you just stayed there wanting for his soft lips. Once his touched yours you swore you felt like in a dream. You didn’t want it to end and neither did he. He pulled away and smiled at you.

"I love you, my brat"

"And I love you, my idiot"

[xo-zozo]

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a/n: omg would you look at that i'm posting again and it's a long one this time!! i actually love savannah and i've never made headcannons for her so yayy hope you enjoy it! if anyone has any requests don't be afraid to send them in!

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when she was in high school she was the girl's basketball team captain and you better know she worked HARD for that title

she also participated in a bunch of other sports while she was in school and she was good at most of them but basketball was still her favorite

i think that she would be the kind of girl to love a good slick back

the scariest rbf you've ever seen

between her and gigi she's the one who drives the most because she doesn't trust gigi to drive without crashing the car

in high school she would take gigi to trader joes like at least once a week

she has like a whole wall in her room of all of her basketball achievements as well as all her academic ones like okay multitasker

her and gigi did some kind of modeling together when they were younger

she literally has to refrain from punching jameson and xander everyday for giving gigi coffee

before she found out about the whole avery thing and got mad at her and stuff she actually liked her a lot even if she wouldn't admit it

she really likes those really complicated and excessive yogurt bowls with granola and fruit on top of it and would have it every morning for like a year straight

i think that her and gigi would have really small meaningful matching tattoos

every time gigi even had an interest in a guy she would be the one to have to "meet them first" and approve of them

even though she's an athlete and she spends a lot of her time doing that, the time spent off of the court is in dressier and very coordinated outfits

she always gets annoyed when people tell her and grayson how alike they are because she "doesn't see it"

she's a night owl so sometimes she'll be up until four in the morning without getting tired throughout the day but it's a bad idea to ever talk to he before eight am

i think this is also one of the ways shes very different from gigi who is a big morning person

whenever she gets ready she blasts really loud music (i feel like this could either be classical or rap and no in between)

even though he's like the complete opposite of her, she actually really likes xander and thinks that he's really similar to gigi

NOTHING ever gets by her, she's a very observant person

she randomly decides to do like crazy stuff like go skydiving and gigi is always very supportive but will not join

okay that's it for today guys yayy. anyway, writing this made me so excited to see how the whole thing with her like hating avery is going to play out because i hope that it's a big part of the next book because i think it's gonna be so interesting! comment if you have anything to say, thank you for reading!

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