#this was not going to work out that way. Also I love this typs of exes to pwb (political alliances with benefits?) /fwb arc so to my taste

[cabeswaterdrowned]

at the point in my rewatch where everything’s horrible except when Stebekah are on screen together ✨

[pigdemonart]

Battle Subway Depot Agents (by pig-demon)

When I made designs for these guys last year I didn’t really think they needed colored references/master post, but since then I’ve drawn them a lot! Also people have added them to their fanfics and drawn fanart! So I figured it was time I made a post for easy ref. :]

These designs are obviously free to use, just give credit (and link me your work if you're comfortable, because it makes me happy to see!) All I request is to stay respectful to their pronouns and skin colors, ya knooow… 👍 note: The pokemon on their cards are all companions, not the ones they use on the Battle Subway. Except Jackie...the litwicks are just there to fill space/give them company.

More info under cut:

Edit: Important disclaimer:

These are again my designs/interpretations for the agents. Please don’t treat them as canon or as the only, quintessential designs for these literal background npcs. Many people have done takes on them before and after me, even back in 2010. It feels silly to ask, but due to past experience, I ask that you please DONT hunt down anyone that does a different take on the depot agents!! 👍

Tags:

I'm gonna start tagging them individually, but for now all Depot Agent comics and art on this blog are tagged under Depot Agents.

Height chart:

I’m not too strict about heights, so I don’t really care about actual measurements. Here’s an approximation of what I tend to visualize though:

Sexualities/Gender Identities: I don't have official labels for each and every agent because I like keeping things fluid for characters to develop these traits on their own. However, as a queer person, I enjoy designing characters who are also queer, therefore I can safely say none of these characters are straight. The ones who are set in stone are Ramses (gay man), Cloud (lesbian woman,) Jackie (non-binary.) Furze uses he/they pronouns but their gender is undetermined. I also welcome anyone giving the agents a different gender identity to suit them (as long as it's done respectfully.)

Notes about each agent...

Cameron:

- Cameron dyes parts of his hair blonde and keeps other parts in black. This is because he is a big fan of Elesa and her fashion choices.  - Though there have been a few occasions to meet his idol, he is always way too nervous to approach her, feeling deep down that he'll mess up somehow. - He practices modeling poses in secret. He loves flourishes and flare, but is simply too insecure to put it on display. - Of his coworkers, he gets along the best with Furze. He's the easiest to talk to because Furze will do most of the talking. - Cameron is easily intimidated — even mean Pokémon can make him nervous. Though, his two worst fears are being left in a room alone with Jackie, and being left alone in a room with Isadore. - He takes advantage of his height to sometimes hide behind some of his coworkers. - Cameron is much better at Pokémon battles than he gives himself credit for. Emmet and Ingo were pleasantly surprised by this, since Cameron was promoted to fit a temporary role on the Battle Subway. They happily made him a permanent member when he proved himself capable. - His Dwebble (Pebby) is secretly very strong, and rushes to protect Cameron when it can. Cam sometimes thinks Pebby helps him feel more confident in himself too.  - If he stumbled into any of his coworkers outside of work, he would simply explode of embarrassment. - He is the youngest child and only son of his family. He lives in his own apartment in Nimbasa.

Cloud:

- Cloud (like Ramses) knew the twins when they were very young. - She used to be an ace trainer in her youth, even going so far to compete in the Pokémon league. Winning and becoming the champ was the most important part of her journey, but something happened along the way that changed that outlook. - It seems with age, her competitiveness has mellowed out. However, she maintains an intense energy when battling.  - Her favorite types are Psychic and Flying types. Swoobat (Sweetie) is her ace.  - Her favorite hobby is baking, and she often bakes sweets for the crew. She knows all their favorite flavors by now! - She prioritizes keeping a friendly relationship with all her coworkers and thinks of them fondly. She considers Ramses family after all the years of working together!  - She is a big fan of Brycen's movies and can recite the lines. - She lives with her wife in Anville. - Cloud loves doing maintenance work both at home and in Gear Station. She enjoys bringing her own tools and industrial flashlight.

Furze:

- Furze only has one volume setting (mid loud,) but he finds himself feeling right at home when talking to either one of the twins. - Furze has ADHD, and this is reflected in some of his habits, most visibly is his fidgeting when sitting still for too long. - He rides a bike to work every day. When he is late, Cloud clocks in for him so he doesn't get in trouble. - This is a kind of a guy that sits crouched gargoyle style on chairs. Only outside of work, of course. Bad posture could get him in trouble. - While working on the Battle Subway, there will be times Furze feels sorry for his opponents and offers to quietly let them pass anyways. This...has also gotten him in trouble. :[ - He went to the same elementary school as Isadore in Castelia. Though Isadore seems to have forgotten their short-lived acquaintance, Furze has not. This is part of the reason Furze claims they are in fact good friends!!! - Furze is the middle child of a big family. He lives with his mom and takes care of her, along with his many Darumakas and Darmanitan. All of his Pokemon have famous trains names. - He collects model trains. Naturally.

Isadore

- Isadore had plans to become the station master the moment he was hired as a depot agent, but alas... (sad trumpet sound.) - As a youth, he was more interested in science and engineering over Pokemon battles. He enjoys the strategizing aspect, at most. Not so much the competitiveness. - In addition, his Pokemon are all rescues and not used for battling. He's had his Watchog (Winston) since he was in his late teens. - His Electrode (Gregor) and Voltorb (Leonard) were rescued from the likes of Team Plasma. - Isadore admits he understands Pokemon better than humans. This has been apparent his whole life. - In spite of acting like a sitcom villain, Isadore cares about the management of Gear Station and the safety of the passengers to an incredible degree. He sees it as a personal life goal to assist in the management of Gear Station, as well as the success of the Battle Subway. - Though it pained him to become a subordinate to the twins, he begrudgingly accepts it for the greater good. - His almost militant efficiency certainly made up for his years of antagonizing the twins before they became the bosses. Ingo and Emmet understand this better than anyone. - Isadore keeps tabs on all of the staff members. So he very well knows all their birthdays and makes it a point to celebrate it. This is by no means a -happy- or -festive- event. It's just customary. - Like Furze, he was originally from Castelia, but now resides in Nimbasa. Isadore's only family is his mom and she lives in his childhood home with their Stoutland. - Isadore would have probably been voiced by every glasses guy ever J. Michael Tatum had he not already been cast as dear Emmet lmao

Jackie

- Jackie is a mystery and they like keeping it that way. When they talk, it's practically impossible to determine what is a lie or truth, especially if the subject is themselves or their background. - They love scaring Cameron the most and will ask to be paired with him whenever possible. They claim Cameron is their "favorite coworker," while Isadore is the least favorite. - It's plain to see why -- Jackie is the only one that doesn't passively tolerate Isadore's tirades. - Though my comics sometimes may allude to Jackie being a ghost/supernatural, this is not confirmed nor canon. I just personally enjoy toying with the concept. : ) That being said...

- Item #: SCP 7453

- Object Class: Euclid

- Special Containment Procedures: The ████ ██████ is ██████ within ████-██████. - Ingo and Emmet choose to not question anything about Jackie, since it's clear they're one of the more efficient workers. However it can be a safety concern... - Cloud and Ramses have worked with Jackie for a long time, though they've forgotten somehow. They believe Jackie is a new hire since they appear to be young. - Anyone trying to make sense of Jackie's employee records simply can't bring themselves to any conclusions. It's better to ignore the inconsistencies. - Jackie has never been seen to leave Gear Station. Jackie has never been seen in anything but their uniform. Jackie has never been confirmed to eat, drink or blink. Jackie knows your secrets. Jackie thinks it's... amusing.

Ramses

- Ramses sometimes misses having a full head of hair, but he thinks his signs of age make him look distinguished. (he is correct.) - Ramses is sort of the "mom friend," making sure everyone's concerns are heard, as well as trying to keep the peace whenever a conflict might arise. - If another coworker is feeling low, Ramses will try to cheer them up with a lighthearted joke or offer advice if they'd like it. - When the twins were promoted to bosses of the Battle Subway, Ramses cried because he felt so proud. - In most circumstances, he is a very simple and logical man. He is quick to find solutions and tries not to fret over the little stuff. It's not good for his heart after all. - His ace is his Pikachu (Musa,) though the mouse is more of a lap pet now. At home, he also has an Audino (Sara) and a Manectric (Nubi) who keep Ramses' husband company. His Klinklang (Moli) is the only one of his personal pokemon that accompany him to work nowadays. - Ramses considers Cloud family. They are best friends and love having family gatherings outside of work. They also gossip a lot, and don't mind when Jackie decides to join. - Ramses jokes about looking forward to retirement, but really doesn't want to leave until he is physically incapable of working anymore. Gear Station is like a second home to him.

In-Game Quotes

The most important reference of all are their in-game quotes, of course, so I'm adding it to the post. A lot of their personality traits can be extracted and interpreted from these few lines. And I personally love that about Pokemon NPCs -- there's a lot of room to explore and play with. Some appear very obvious. Cameron practically announces that he isn't ready for the battle that's about to ensue and seems genuinely surprised to win. Furze comes out the gate talking about the subject they actually care about, which is their job and their love for trains. The two of them are very easy to understand. Now, Ramses lines allude to a gentle and simple personality. He views himself with humility, and maybe even with a bit of humor comparing himself to a train and to his opponent to a station. If he loses he shows no signs of disappointment, he just accepts defeat with one last honest quip. It s also amusing to see the Depot Agents all use train metaphors to describe themselves since it falls in line with how Ingo and Emmet talk.

In comparison, Cloud does the same thing calling herself the terminal instead. Immediately, she is way more daring, though still keeping a sense of professionalism. To me, it's obvious she is competitive as she even admits she was expecting to win ("Ah...I didn't see it coming.") Jackie's lines are fun since it's up to interpretation if they are being literal or lying. It's almost like they are more interested in confusing/creeping out their opponent than actually beating them. To me, it gives off a mischievous vibe. Isadore's opener "There are only two roads in life." is a curious one because it almost feels like he is trying to be philosophical. Definitely a guy who views himself as an intellectual, regardless if that’s true or not. I like to think it's a saying he really believes in, and it applies to his life. The road he likes (long route) vs the road he hates (shortcut) -- fighting tooth and nail to become boss vs biting his tongue and accepting Ingo and Emmet as the Subway Masters.

Those are just my thoughts on how I write these characters. Please have fun playing with these lines too!

[freemansgirl]

Loved the jock Amber, how about her with a nerd reader?

aww thank you, that means a lot to me! ofc, i can do jock!ambs x nerd!reader, love the brains x brawns duo we got going on here💁🏿‍♀️ pls lmk if you like this, anon ☺️

jock!amber x nerd!reader

SFW

* when first seeing amber, you found her really attractive, even if a jock wasn’t the typical person you go for based off the rumors you hear of them or how they are portrayed in media. what started off as a small, innocent class crush turned into a very, serious crush. you always wanted to talk to her, but she was someone that had a very hard exterior to her. she could be bitchy to other classmates and always had a resting bitch face. as intimidating as she was, she found herself taking in interest in you.

* most of her teammates in the locker room would encourage amber to get with popular “hot” girls or a girl with a status to her. just the typical locker room talk but she ignored them of course. “what about that liv girl, isn’t she hot to you?” “i appreciate the suggestion but i got my eyes on someone else.”

* she always sneaks little glances at you during class, admiring how cute you look. you looked so pretty when concentrating on the class subject. she admired how smart you were too, you always had the answers to every question the teacher asked.

* she took notice of you in class when the teacher suggested a group assignment. it was the perfect opportunity for her to talk to you. amber picked you as her partner. not only were you just smart and well-spoken, but you were beautiful and kept to yourself. more things that she liked about you.

* you felt nervous because you always caught her checking you out with her rbf so the fact she picked you caught you off guard. however, amber was… surprisingly level-headed and nice, not the typical airhead, loud, and mean jock stereotype.

* the two of you exchanged numbers and always would try to make time to study after school to prepare for the group project. usually, amber would never really take time off of football practice for anyone, because she was someone who took sports seriously, but for you, she did. amber helps with grabbing whatever books you needed and would assist w the work for the group project.

* when it came to you two being group partners, amber wanted to get closer so she’d invite you over at her place.

* when she learned about your interests, she found them really cool actually. she liked hearing you ramble and get so passionate, she finds it adorable. there wasn’t any judgment whatsoever. she liked that your interests weren’t like the stereotypical, average person’s interests.

* “amber? are you there? am i boring you with my constant talking about my interests? i know they’re a bit… “nerdy” and all.” what? no. of course not, i love hearing you talk about these things.” she thinks you are the cutest nerd she has ever seen. if anything, you’re her cute nerd🤷🏿‍♀️.(she cant rlly judge you anyway considering she is a big fan for stab. shes just as much of a nerd as you.)

* when seeing you write notes for anything, she compliments your handwriting

* thinks you look cute with glasses if you wear them

* she likes to get you things related to what you like. favorite book series? already checked it out at the library. favorite movie series? buys it for movie nights at her place. video games? already installed on a console. whatever it is you like, she’ll find a way to surprise you.

* she has definitely gotten you a cute oversized onesie of a fictional character you love before, thinks you look so cute walking around her room in it.

* loves to take off and manage her time for you. if you need help w something, she is always there for you especially w studying. she also likes to go to you for any type of tutoring.

*walks you to all of your classes, hand in hand with a lot of pride in her face because she adores having you!!

* takes you home if no one can after you spend a long time studying a library or from some type of club. she doesn’t want you to walk alone hurt and unsafe.

* she likes to invite you to her football practices and to football games because she feels like seeing you support her gives her motivation to win the games.

* she always gives you one of her jackets or a hoodie of hers to provide you some sort of comfort.

* if any of her friends try to tease amber about how she has the hots for you (because usually she’s not the corny type but with you she is), she’ll lightly throw a football at them to shut them up.

* if anyone talks badly or inappropriately about you in the locker room, she’ll literally go off on them and find a way to punish them as a football captain. she’ll probably make them do hella pushups with her foot on their back or make them run around the gym a lot of times.

NSFW

* sapiosexual for sureee, i think she’d get very turned on by how smart you are. i mean how can she not be in a nerd x jock dynamic?

* so unlike the stereotypical pushy, overly sexual jock, who try to make their girlfriends give it up to them… amber is actually very gentle with you. she’d never push or force herself onto you. she’s patient and willing to wait for when you’re comfortable with her.

* likes to fuck you with her jersey on, it gives her the biggest ego boost honestly. also she likes fucking you with glasses on bc you know… glasses are sexy🤭

* during study sessions at the library, if amber is in one of her horny moods, she’d try to persuade you to go the bathroom w her and just give her a quickie. or just go there for horny moods in general

* for any shy ppl reading this, amber would love if youre shy and quiet in bed. it’s just a turn on for her and it makes her wanna fuck you even more just to draw more moans from you.

* after she wins a game, fucking you is one of her favorite ways to celebrate

* if you’re trying to study or just simply doing work at a library, amber would definitely use a sex toy vibrator on you to tease you. the more she can switch the settings, the better :)

* after a long aggravating football practice of someone pissing her off, she’d had sex too to just blow her steam. it can be at the locker rooms or at her place tbh.

* gym bathroom sex happens after you watch her work out and you get sooo turned on by how she works on her muscles. “i see you checking me out, (your name). if you want something from me, do be afraid to say what it is you want.” the something meaning sex

* shower sex

* likes to probably eat you out while you’re watching like a favorite movie of yours just to tease and to make enjoying fave movie even more fun ;)

[livelaughlovesubs]

what do you think bsd men would be with a girl who is really hyperfeminine (ex loves sanrio, short skits and stuff) but still loves topping?

It literally does not matter what you like and how you look as long as you click. (Also tell me if you want any specific characters I didn’t mention)

I imagine them not minding it neither way, because you can wear a skirt or pants and still fuck them into oblivion. Though there are some that might get fooled by your appearance. It’s the first impression after all.

Dazai would probably tease you about it from time to time, “when I first saw you, I thought you were such a nice and innocent girl! Who knew you were into such freaky stuff?” He’d joke about it all the time, just to provoke you. Then he’d add, “but I love all woman, even if you are a beast in bed.” And wink at you. Now it’s your choice what you will do to him later, maybe you should punish that cheeky tongue of his.

Atsushi would probably be a bit embarrassed, that he needs a girl to take care of him, especially if you are shorter or look younger than him. You just have to assure him it’s alright to feel this way, and it’s alright to show emotions, cry, whatever. He gets embarrassed easily, or flustered, so it’s almost the same no matter what body Typ. You could be taller than him and hug him from behind, he’d blush already. Or as mentioned be shorter and nuzzle into his chest, and he’ll turn red. Also if you flirt with him, and he does catch on, then it really doesn’t matter if you look very feminine or not, he’d be nervous and fumbling with his thumbs the entire time.

Kunikida, I gotta say, he feels like the traditional reserved type of person, though secretly (unbeknownst to him) also a freak. Probably wrote in his book something about a nice and healthy relationship, a girly girl who is mature and gentle, and vanilla. Maybe someone who works part time so that they could take care of the household? He works full time after all. So consider him surprised when he found out about you, cuz your appearance made him believe you were very.. well, basic. (There is nothing wrong with basic) though to think you’d make him so such humiliating stuff.. you better not leave him now, not after seeing all those sides of him.

Sigma likes people who knows what they want and want to be, who can decide. Because he has a few problems with his identity. That’s why he really admires how you carry yourself, and know what you like. Fashion wise or others. You know what you like and you stand behind it, go for it girl. Also, I think sigma likes the high fashion, like a small hobby he has, so he’d love to go shopping with you and discuss outfit ideas. He probably enjoys a wide range of styles.

Fyodor also thought you would be a total sub, he just guessed. Turns out he guessed completely wrong, his mistake, can he make up by drinking a shot? Anyway, as long as you are useful, he doesn’t really care how you present yourself. The skills are what’s important. But to be honest, at first, he was trying to find a very traditional partner. It’s what he believes in. A good wife who cooks and takes care of the house, and obeys. That’s what he was looking for, if he wanted a relationship in the first place. It’s what’s written in the bible, he wanted to follow it. After spending a night with you, he had to think about it again. It felt too good to give up, and honestly, just because you top or dom doesn’t mean you won’t fulfil the requirements, no? Even if you didn’t, well, he was god’s chosen one he can make a special case just for you.

Nikolai would ask you to dress up as a clown with him. If you refuse, he’ll keep asking. So yea, he doesn’t really care what you like or look, he will make you into clowns and magic shows. It’s a part of getting closer to him, there is no roundabout. (Rip those who have a phobia against clowns, but if you do why would you like Nikolai in the first place) jokes aside, I’m sure he won’t really force you into liking all that. Probably…

Chuuya would find it pretty practical, cuz similar to sigma, you know what you like or who you are so you are easy to read. He doesn’t need to think that long to guess what kind of stuff you’d like, it’s practical. But he’ll still take ages to find the *perfect* present for you. Most of the time he’ll buy more than one, if you don’t like it throw it away. If you are even shorter than him, it’d boost his ego, cuz, yea, short people struggles. Though that ego would be gone after you show him who’s top, and he’d be pouting for a while. He thought he could finally stand over someone! He was taller but somehow he didn’t feel like he actually was! It’s not a negative feeling though, not at all. And you being girly didn’t matter, you look gorgeous anyway. Just say the word and he will silence anyone who thinks otherwise.

[anonymouscheeses]

Big fckn redesigns here. Well mostly Charlie but Vaggie somewhat too 🥰🥰

Blue fits Charlie soooo much and I cease to see that many redesigns with this color. I still want red to be used in most of their designs because well. They are in hell, but not too present so to make way for other unique colors. Charlie has several physical traits from her parents but also she has some details in her clothes that match with them. When I uhh, introduce their designs you'll see lmao. I also tried to make her have a more roundish design, I jst LOVE those typ of designs omg. I just want the characters with not too many sharp corners pls Viv bro... 😔 oh yeah she's mixed cuz her mom's are darker in their redesigns. Alot of their genetics went down to Charlie so she doesn't look like an exact copy of Lucifer, I kind of hate that trend with hh and hb characters, like did the moxxies dad give birth to him bro 😭 also I kept her bow because it looks so cute and silly on her it just fits, I wish they made it bigger in her show design because it would fit her silliness so much. She has a cape with stars because morningSTAR smh why didnt they do something fun with that, missed potential but whatevs yknow I still love og designs no matter what anyone sayss. Did you know I love Charlie, I could ramble for days. I think I love Charlie guys. Maybe jst a hunch idk... also... s-snake fangs.. jeepers anddd..... snake tongue.... shiver me timberz

The wife ever. I had animation in mind more when I designed her, not like in a "How easy or hard would this be to animate" way. But I like to imagine when she's shocked her hair kind of fluffs out plus her actual fluff, when she's mad her bow turns into kind of horns and then her jacket expands like wings. Gave her a more hotel like outfit, she likes to work for fun (ew). Her socks are socks but she has some fluff under them she just tries to cover it up because she hates herself 🤪 (she doesn't hate her bigger body she actually feels much more comfortable chubby than when she was skinny with Adam. She was burdened with the weight of Adam's image of women... In this sorta rewrite she gained weight when she goes to the hotel because she's more happy. I'm dying I love chub Vaggie so much guys please) headcanon: she kind of likes fashion, it's like a fun hobby of hers to stitch together clothing and go out and buy clothes she'll never wear. She taught Charlie how to stitch and she SUCKS so you can jst see it on Charlie's pants.

Second outfits! Charlie's hotel uniform for. Well. Hotel stuff. She usually only wears it when new people come to the hotel, which.... isn't often, if at all. She still likes to keep it just in case. Also she goes really cartoonish when it happens, she does the looney tunes run and changes into her clothes in like 2 seconds. Can you see my vision? 😭😭

Vaggie's is in her armor. She has several pairs of armor lying around in the hotel in completely hidden spots. It's kind of surprising uhh. Yeah she wears it alot more than Charlie wears her alt uniform but still rare to find her in it. I don't get the whole thing with the exterminators and them not being able to fight according to Carmilla. Which is kinda stupid, I'm not gonna lie. So, instead of that, Vaggie has just let her guard down and has gotten much more comfortable in her surroundings so she feels like she doesn't need to fight anymore, she's just gotten rusty 's what I'm sayin. I have no idea how to draw armor. You can tell...

Extra below cut vvvv

BABY CHARLIE!!! With the heads of my redesigns for Luci, Eve, and Lillith. Haha you still cant see them. Uhh, ill definitely finish the thing one day. Its not even that big of a project thing, i think i jst keep going to other drawings so im like not focusing on one thing lmao. Lucifer has heterochromia because he was cursed to forever be reminded of his betrayal. I only explained that because Charlie has it too, it's kind of a curse on the entire blood line where at least one eye is red. This is like. Slightly older Charlie than the baby Charlie in show? I jst wanted to put her in overalls cuz omg that's jst so cute ughhh 😭😭

[sphnyspinspin]

Earthspark KOBD is actually just a Swapped-Frame AU?

KOBD brainrot let’s goooo

Just let me break it down… Breakdown is obviously the equivalent of a speedster/Stunticon in Earthspark, instead of his more “well-known” label as a wrecker.

He was definitely bulkier in most modern iterations, even going as far as him having his servo turn into a hammer. And, of course, he had his frame altered to look like a wrecker when joining the Decepticons and was very much recognized for having a stronger build, instead having a similar build to Knock Out.

All I’m saying is that Breakdown’s eagerness to race and his alt mode are somewhat reminiscent of how I remembered Knock Out’s characteristics in other medias.

I mean, I know that TFE Breakdown can definitely pack a punch, I’m just saying he’s definitely a little bit more sleek than say his TFP(aligned in general) or IDW designs.

But digging a little deeper, I knew for a fact that Earthspark was going to be way more influenced by the G1 cartoon than anything else. And wouldn’t you know it, Breakdown’s design in the show followed that format.

He’s bulky, but way more sleek than a traditional wrecker design.

And now I want you guys to remember how he acts in Earthspark.

Going off of my own vague memory of finishing the show, I remember him being cocky and a little bit stubborn. Which goes to show how unreliable my memory is. What I’m actually trying to convey is that he kind of gives off the vibe of what Knock Out’s quirks would look like with Breakdown’s personality in general.

Or, he’s just a speedster Breakdown, for short.

———

Now I want you guys to direct your attention to what you all remember about Knock Out.

I doubt that we’ll actually get any KO content in TFE, even if they decide to make comics(which I would genuinely sell my soul to acquire). But hey, that’s what the brain’s imagination is for.

Based off the knowledge we have on TFE’s expectations for its characters, it’s safe to say that if Knock Out was going to be a part of it, there’s a big chance that he’d be based off of his G1 design.

And yes, there is in fact a G1 Knock Out design…

Yes, he’s beautiful no matter what, he knows that.

I know it’s a possibility that this could be a different Knock Out, considering that this guy’s name is officially spelled Knockout on TFwiki.

Although my point still stands.

Just think about it. This guy is a part of the Constructor Squad, therefore he’s more of a bulked up persona than TFE Breakdown.

There’s also a glimpse of him in an IDW comic, so this version of him isn’t entirely under the radar. And from the description on TF wiki he’s loyal and surprisingly enthusiastic. Basically… he’s how I personally see Breakdown, but translated to fit Knock Out’s character. Or, it’s the other way around if you put into consideration that this Knockout/Knock Out came before TFP, kicking off the beginning of KOBD in the first place.

———

So with what information I’ve been able to get my hands on, it would be very plausible for TFE KOBD to be a Swap AU of a traditional KOBD story.

For example, Knock Out is always seen as the vain and overly dramatic of the two. With Breakdown being a stark contrast to Knock Out with his more noble traits and his eagerness to join a fight.

Now that Earthspark has provided a Breakdown that can be a bit more easygoing yet stubborn, and somewhat focused on being more self-preserved. And lets say we pair that Breakdown with a Knock Out that can be less vain but loyal and enthusiastic to work with a team.

let Breakdown be the one to gossip with Bumblebee and compete in illegal drag races, while wanting to maintain his sleek finish. Give Knock Out a sense of unironic enthusiasm when it comes to him working with a partner, and have him take pride in being a hard-at-work Construncticon that has a tendency to get so overly-excited that he faints.

I would absolutely love to see a pairing like this version of KOBD if possible. Maybe I might not be looking hard enough, but all I typically see of any TFE KOBD content is of them both being sleek and stylish—to which I love and have zero quarrels with.

I just wanna see Speedster-Stunticon-Breakdown be overly confident while flirting with Constructicon-Knock Out, to the point where KO just passes out from becoming too flustered, that’s all.

Long live KOBD✨

[sanjisblackasswife]

now what about virgin!zoro sleeping with the reader for the first time 🤭

A/N: Aww yay more virgin content for the W😭🤍🫶🏾 okie dokie I gotchu! Tysm for the request! Enjoy!

“I Want Everytime to Feel Like This” Virgin! Zoro x Slightly Experienced! Reader (NSFW/FLUFF)

WC: 2.9k

Bad Summary: Zoro’s girlfriend always wanted to go the next level with her new boyfriend Zoro, but he always seemed reluctant in doing so which causes her to feel a bit insecure

Black Chubby/Thick Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Needy!Zoro, Reader is older than Zoro, Fingering, Lots of Kissing, Reader is in Control, but not like a Dom Reader Kinda Way(?), Riding, Ball Sucking, Finger Sucking, A lot of Sucking, Vaginal Sex, Mentions of Anal, Oral Sex, Zoro Gets Overstimulated, Also not Proofread yet

“You’re…a Virgin?”

“Tch…no need to be so dramatic about it so what?!”

-

You couldn’t really recall the day you and Zoro became partners romantically. You’ve known him for a few years now and in that time he never once been the type to seem interested in being in a relationship just like his Captain.

It kind of just happened. You and him had a small bicker back and fourth that turned into a full blown argument until Zoro kissed you and confessed how he truly felt. It was hard for the man, keeping his feeings bottled up, but you were stubborn and kept pestering him, you kept getting close when he tried pushing away. You were probably one of the few people that could break Zoro like that.

Well fast forward now and you both are in a strong relationship with no complaints.

Except one.

Zoro Never was the type to initiate sex. You both never had gone as far as making out, but every single time you begin to fondle his pants to straddle him he pushes you back and talks about how tired he is. It’s been a year you both have been together and it started to get to you? He wasn’t a religious man, he didn’t believe in much so clearly it wasn’t his own morals stopping him from getting further in bed with you.

Did he not trust you?

Maybe you weren’t that attractive to him?

Well tonight was a perfect night to ask.

You both were just laying on your bed, too tired to get up and do something, but too awake to fall asleep. you both just relaxed in your room for the night after a bath. Boredom and a little horniness took over so you began to kiss and pepper his face and he didn’t mind it until the kissing turned hot and heavy. But like clock work Zoro sat up and denied you access.

Your face scrunched up, not even hiding the irritation you had, it made Zoro buff and look away in embarrassment, lips glossy from yours, his breathing was heavy. Clearly he wanted more, but it was like he just couldn’t .

“Zo…what’s wrong…” Your Voice was soft despite the agitation you wore on your face. “Hm? Talk to me.”

You hands touched his tanned cheek. Whether the grumpy green head admit it or not he loved how gentle you can be towards him in situations like this.

“Nothing. Just tired.” He plainly responded trying to guide you off of him but you sat stubbornly still making his eyes shoot at you.

“No you’re not. Zoro y—-are you …are you um…are you still attracted to me?”

He knew why you’d ask that but it still didn’t erase the disbelief he showed you.

-ZORO’s Pov-

I cant believe she’s ask me that stupid ass question!

Of course I’m attracted to her?!

Y/N is fucking breath taking.

She’s radiant.

She’s beautiful

She makes my stomach hurt in the best way when I look at her beautiful eyes.

And her body….

Dammit i should just tell her the truth it’s been going on for too long now!

“I am.” I responded. Fuck i wish I could talk to her better.

“Then…why haven’t we…ever….”

She takes her hand away from my face and look away, she looked so cute squirming above me trying to find her words. She’s not as bad as me but it’s still nice to see her struggle her way through.

“Why haven’t we ever had sex….”

I knew she’d ask me that.

I sigh.

“If you don’t want to or you’re waiting it’s fine I just…you didnt peg me as the typ—“

“I’m a virgin.”

Her eyes grow like ten times the size and she jumped back a little as if I told her some bad news. Can this woman be more embarrassing?!

“You’re—“

“YESSSS.” I cut her off groaning. It’s been 40 seconds and she kept repeating “YoUrE a ViRgIn?!”

She kept staring at me with an unreadable expression? She looked like she wanted to talk shit about it. As if I cared. I don’t give a damn about not having sex. It’s not that big of a deal.

“Well I’m not.” She said confidently shrugging.

WHAT?!

“Youre—you’re not?!”

“Nope.” She sighed laying on top of my chest, “Loss it when I was 19.”

“…that was —“

“2 years ago mmhmmm. Long before you, but that’s not important….Zoro i don’t care that You’re a Virgin. Or if that’s ganna make me not want or something—“

“I don’t give a shit either!”

“THEN WHY HAVENT WE HAD SEX??”

“I…”

Dammit.

There was no reason I just…

Didn’t want to disappoint her with my lack of experience.

“How about this.” She sat up, breast bouncing in the process in my face. “If you want…let’s go slow…i don’t care if you had no experience i can just teach you. You’re a fast learner anyways.”

Before I can respond she smashes her lips into mine for a moment, nearly picking back up the make out session we had earlier but she pushes away this time and giggles.

“…would you like to go further tonight?”

Zoro grumbled turning to hide his pink face. He would never admit he did always wanted to go further after their first kiss but now that you’re offering he doesn’t really know how to respond. You laugh before taking his hand and peppering his sore knuckles in kisses. He never experienced this level of sensual movements from you, your eyes never parted from his dark ones as each knuckle was getting the same amount of attention. His lips were parted anticipating how far you’d go until you popped his middle and ring finger in your mouth

Zoro felt his stomach drop for the first time in years. Your tongue wrapped around his digits like a snake wrapping around its prey. Granted this wasn’t your plan to be this damn lewd but you couldn’t help it you just couldn’t help it when it came down to your boyfriend Roronoa Zoro.

You popped them out, a small spit trail gracefully falling on you chin not caring to wipe it so the green haired swordsman reached with his free hand to do so, but you kissed him instead. His breathing through his nose was harsh and stuttering at your boldness.

“Answer me, Zoro…do…” You pushed him back, you finger trailing down his scar, threatening to touch his nipple, down to his v-line where his shorts were so horribly covering his growing erection you chose to ignore, “you want to further this?”

Zoro clears his throat swallowing hard looking at your breast free from any bra or tight clothing swing above him under your big shirt,

“Yes. But let’s go slow.”

That was all you needed to hear to give his tantalizing neck a lick, kiss and a suck.

“Fuck…” He huffed put hands thrown on your waist to press his thumbs down on you tightly. You never got to kiss him there, Zoro held his breath from holding back any moans, but that wasn’t until you peppered your way down to said nipple, almost as if you read his mind and teasingly flicked the tip of your tongue on the sensitive little thing. “D-don’t do that?!”

He sounded so unsure. But that wasn’t even the main issue here Zoro stuttering!? This was revolutionary ! As much as you wanted to look up and smile to poke fun, you felt a poke at your tummy. You smirk, hand sneaking to his hard on making estimates with your palm of how big he really was.

“Are you ganna keep rubbing my cock through my pants or are you going to do something about it….it’s your fault.”

“Aww.” You look up and him biting your lip, smiling. “Don’t make me blush. I’m already doing that to you.”

“Tch..shut up!”

You snicker pulling down his pants and boxers, he lifts hi hips a little to assist and the moment he notices the look on your face as his cock bounces against his lower abdomen he grows a sly smirk throwing his arms in the back of his head.

“You act like you never seen one—“

“Shut up ! Let me just…” You throw off the shirt and toss away your panties. You completely forgot Zoro never seen you naked so it was a treat to see him so flustered at the sight of you,

“What? YoU aCt lIkE yOu—“

“You’re Beautiful.”

His voice was deadpanned, but it was a genuine compliment. His eyes didn’t tear from your body, absorbing it all like he wasn’t going to see it again. You climb back on him to kiss him once more,

“Thank you.” Was all you replied before trailing your kisses down his body leaving a shock hit his spine with each peck, you kneel comfortably beside his legs and grab ahold of his cock stroking it firmly until you spit on it a little for extra lube.

You shoved as much as you could in his mouth leaving the remainder to be stroked with one hand and your other massaging his balls, Zoro began to breathe ragged, groaning through his teeth on how well you were to take him in.

“Shit!” He cursed immediately pushing back some of your hair to see your covered face, your back was now arched beautifully, toes subtly curling as you sucked Zoro’s cock. You licked from the base to the tip and then all the way down to his balls , “FUCK!”

You sucked them while slowly rubbing your now wet hand on his shaft at a steady pace. You started to feel his cock twitch and his hips buck. He must have been close to cumming.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!! Don’t stop please!”

You went back to lick his slit then his entire tip before you get your tongue get sprayed with his hot seed. You grimace a bit at the taste, mostly because you never been the swallow kind of girl, but this was Zoro.

He deserved it.

You didn’t stop though you kept lightly pumping his cock for more and though he wanted to push you away his body kept begging.

“Shit! I—“

Kissing him again he lowly growls in your mouth pulling your closer now chest to chest, Zoro couldn’t stop going even if he wanted to. He thought he was a damn fool to have not at least done oral sex with you before in the past, recalling all the times you’ve offered.

“Let me…let me…”

You tilt your head at him with a confused expression,

“I want to return the favor.”

It’s almost shameful how excited you were, but you had to quickly pull yourself together and decline, but Zoro wasn’t having any of that.

“This is about you—“

“It’s about us, Y/N.” He moves you to lay down now on top of your smaller form, his skin tone was so pretty under the moonlight and sweating, “Just show me…”

“Show you what…”

“Tch…” He looks away for a moment, knowing you’re making him speak because you’re probably getting off to it, “Teach me….—“

“Teach me how to eat that pussy of yours.”

Your body immediately melted. His voice was so low you thought maybe he was threatening you, toying with you, a menacing grin sneaked through his lips before planting a sweet kiss on you, mimicking you taunts by trailing his open mouth kisses on your body, spreading your thighs apart embarrassingly wide.

Zoro admired the wetness of your cunt, all for him? He was about to have the time of his life.

He kissed your clit, a small remnant of your juices stained his lips and tongue giving him his first taste of you, Sake, Onigiri, nothing could compare to your taste.

He needed more.

“Z-ZO!” Your back snapped upwards with one hand gripping his hair, his tongue was exploring you whole not missing any area until he finally stuck it inside you, “ZORO!”

Her taste was so damn addicting.

She was bladdering on on how I needed to slow down but fuck that I can’t believe I took this long, and from her moans and the way she keeps pushing me in with he legs I must be a prodigy at this.

She kept crying my name until she came inside my mouth squirting a little, it was cute. I don’t think she’s ever done that.

“I….I’m sorry.” She covered her face but I pulled them back grabbing her cheeks to push my tongue in her mouth.

“Don’t be sorry.”

I looked back down and I just couldn’t help myself. I rubbed my two fingers on her slit, she was so wet I kept slipping off her clit.

“Just like that…” Y/N’s voice was so gentle, it was also mixed in with her sexy ass moans she kept doing, she felt so fucking good taking my fingers so well.

I sped up my pace now full blown scissoring her, I used my thumb to press down on her clit and trace circles, shit her legs began to twitch.

“Oh Zo! Yes!” She cried out, her hands were reaching for something to grab so I let go of her thigh and intertwined my fingers with hers, she was so hot to the touch, y/n looked at me with her low lids, mouth parted trying to fix her unsteady breaths as I kept going. She looked like she wanted to tell me something?

“Kiss me, Zo…”

I swallowed the lump in my throat before I bent over to kiss her. She felt so good, she sounded so good, everything about her was so perfect I couldn’t take it. Her other free hand rubbing my scalp as she sucked the fuck out of my tongue, begging to taste herself again mixed with my spit. I pulled away, a spit line following down her chest as I latch on to her perk nipples, I nearly forgot—

I needed to mark her up.

I latched back into her neck leaving one hickey right below her jawline, I sucked and kissed all the way down until I reached her breast and I made a mess of them too. She pushed me off a little whining and climbed back on top of me panting and I took the opportunity to slap her ass.

Fuck I can’t wait until we do this again.

“Shit..” i mumble, She didn’t waste anytime rubbing her slit on my cock, her pretty little tits bounced in my face as I sat up to be completely eye to eye to her.

“‘M ganna…put it in…” she whispers hovering over me.

“Then fucking do it…if you can handle it.” I taunt in her ear.

She squints at me and scoffs, without any words I watch her slowly sink onto my cock, she was tight as all hell, but

“So warm…” I mumble, she grabs ahold of my hands peppering them in kisses again and then my face before she slammed herself on me having us both moan out in each others mouths, “A-are you okay?! Did you slip?!”

“No I didn’t—ah—slip dumbass I meant to do that!”

She’s such a fucking liar.

“You sure I’m not in your a—“

“Shut up!” She yelled looking up, adjusting to my size, I sit and wait, I’d rather be in this position all night then to have her feel uncomfortable for my sake.

“Okay..”. She huffs looking in my eyes, she looked so beautiful trying to keep her composure as I was inside her, “I’m going to move now…”

We lock fingers and she begins to bounce.

“Ah!” Her voice hums with each time she lowers herself, “Ah—-Zo you…feel so good!”

“Y-you! Tooo fuck can you go any faster now?!”

She pushes me on my back again and rest her hands on my chest now grinding and bouncing in a rhythm that’s already about to make me fucking—-

“CU—Fuck I’m cuming!”

I damn near Bit off my lip feeling her lightly chuckling and continuously grind above me. Fuck there goes that painful overstim…

“Want me to keep going?” She teased but her body didn’t act like she was threatening to stop.

“Y-yes! Please y/n!”

..can’t believe I’m begging right now, but I don’t care she felt too good!

She picked up her pace now going up and down, her ass hitting my thighs as I kept hearing the wet noises from her pussy clenching on my cum coated cock now dripping down my balls onto the sheets.

“Zo!” She squeezed my hands with her eyes shut Stil moving, “I’m close baby!”

“I am too cum with me sweetheart!”

I pulled her close to ride her orgasm out with me, her legs twitched on my sides, her face buried in my neck cuming and humping my cock like the little cute slut she was.

When we both calmed down it was a comfortable silence, my eyes were shut with my arms around her still quivering body, our cum oozing out while she cockwarmed me and I felt her play with my earrings.

“Stop That.”

“Hmmm…” She sighed kissing my hot cheek, “You’re so pretty Zo…”

“Shut up…”

“You look Even prettier between my legs.”

“Yeah…and you look hotter with my cock in your slutty mouth.”

We share a small laugh, y/n yawns and I throw the blanket over the both of us pulling her up by her ass to get comfortable. Hope she don’t mind warming me for the night.

“Thank you for trusting me Zo…” she kisses me cheek tenderly, “I love you.”

“…I love you, too…”

“Awwww look at you all soft and stuff after getting some pussy!” She sung squeezing my cheek.

“SHUT UP Y/N!”

[felixstudios]

{It's 3 AM I'll probably draw something better tomorrow or something}

"Oh, I know Blaze! I wrote a whole profile about it 'cause Professor Pete asked me to! He said it's kind of suspicious, but I think he's overreacting..." Lucky Felix gestured towards her computer, "But this little profile program thingy is pretty cool! Check it out!"

WARNING: 19 errors detected. Please resolve all errors.

BASIC INFO

Name: Blaze Tru Justice

Birthday: ERROR: Could not retrieve data.

Age: 24

Gender: Genderfluid

Pronouns: any

Sexuality: Pansexual ERROR: Edited data from unauthorized personnel detected.

EXTRA INFO

Where they live: ERROR: Could not retrieve data

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Unique mannerisms: Blaze always keeps its collar closed, and it will often hide in it when it blushes. They're also known t∆ occasi•nall¥ h&d√ ?=$iπ ERROR: File corruption detected. Please contact Professor Pete for support.

BACKSTORY

Why would I tell you about that? ERROR: Edited data from unauthorized personnel detected.

PRESENT

Hobbies: Chatting with Toons, trying new stuff, using gags ERROR: Edited data from unauthorized personnel detected.

Current lifestyle: ERROR: Could not retrieve data.

FUTURE

Goals: Make lots of friends! ERROR: Edited data from unauthorized personnel detected.

Expectations from others: ERROR: Entry missing data.

PERSONALITY

Incredibly friendly to all Toons- a reformed and rehabilitated Cog. Eager to make friends. ERROR: Edited data from unauthorized personnel detected.

RELATIONSHIPS

Family: ERROR: Entry missing data.

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Friends: ERROR: Entry missing data.

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Love interest: Lucky Felix ERROR: Edited data from unauthorized personnel detected.

Relations to love interests: ERROR: Entry missing data.

Enemies: ERROR: Entry missing data.

Background on enemies: ERROR: Entry missing data.

"W-wait, what?! Where did everything I wrote go...?"

Everything below this is out of character!

Meet Blaze, my new Insider OC! She's working for C.O.G.S., Inc. by gathering intel on the Toons. Her assignment is supposed to last for 3 years, and during this time she's supposed to play the role of a reformed Cog 24/7 even when nobody's looking just in case somebody actually is. This means all reporting must be done at the end of the 3 year period and no contact with C.O.G.S., Inc. is permitted during this time except to play the role of reformed Cog.

He was surprisingly easily able to deceive the Toons into thinking he was reformed, and he found that many of them were eager to form friendships. He also noticed a Toon named Lucky Felix had very obviously caught romantic feelings for him, so he pretended to feel the same way since she had a lot of ties to Resistance Rangers and he wanted to get her to talk.

Sometimes they wonder if they're a monster for not feeling any guilt for deceiving so many Toons, but those thoughts don't last long because they just shrug it off. They've also found that pretending to care about Toons feels like playing a stealth game every waking moment of their life... and it's exhilarating!

[you-can-reclaim-your-crown]

i understand you completely! it's the same for me except i'm a native english speaker lmao. but the fact that you're willing to write a story in english despite it being your 3rd language is already an impressive feat, you should be proud! here's a protip in case you need it, consider searching these terms if you find yourself unable to properly convey your thoughts into your writing: (insert word or phrase here) synonym, (insert word or phrase here) definition, (insert word or phrase here) antonym. don't worry about it though really, i do think that art is challenging and difficult to create - be it drawing, writing or videos - it does require a lot of practice and studying to be able to reach a certain level of skill but it doesn't matter as long as you keep trying and giving your best! at the end of the day, more than anything else i think effort is of the utmost importance and it'll definitely reflect in one's works. i'm wishing you the best and i look forward to what you have in store <3 will you be posting it on ao3? the mods will add it to the sukugoweek collection if you tag your work with sukugoweek2023. i found out that they'll be accepting submissions until january 3rd so there's still plenty of time left! if you wish to post more than 1 fic, please feel free to do so too. they also just added a special prompt for gojo's birthday, you might want to use it if the opportunity arises haha. aw it's no problem, i'm happy to know that i was able to help you in some way <3 yes i feel you, these bitches had me in a chokehold since 2021 when i first got into jjk! it's going to be my 3rd year of brainrot soon in a couple of months, time flies so fast...

You really do say the sweetest things🫶🏻 i get a little message like this and i feel so happy it's almost embarrassing.

Languages are so weird.

How are "English can be weird. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though."

And

"Gore gore gore gore"(croatian) even real?? Whoever decided this: buddy, you blew it. Super hard. Complete buffoonery.

Special prompt you say..🤔 it does give me some ideas...

i might have underestimated how long this is going to be. My plan was a one shot and a little bonus chapter/epilogue-ish thing. But we will see. Maybe i have to split the main chapter.

I think i started to ship them around October 27th, so I'm a sukugo baby. It's the first gojo ship I'm really invested in. I'm fond of nanago but it's just that.

(Shout-out to 0bstinate for this one sukugo on 'it is not enough to love you' post. That really got my gears turning... you're a hero)

And then it his my lika a truck. They have everything I'm into: enemies-to-lovers, honoured/fallen one, red+blue, canabilism as love language (bc i like them a little fucked up), monsterfuckery, i hate everyone but you, unhinged x unhinged, corruption/redemption etc. let's be honest their fight was basically foreplay. Archenemies? Kinda gay if you ask me.

Aaaand I'm rambling again😅sorry

But to answer your question: yes I'm going to post in on ao3. Because fuck anxiety, we are so back bitches. And I'm a people pleaser and you encouraged me, so you are my people to please. Sorry buddy but you are not getting out of it now.

Anyway my reply is probably a bit all ower the place. I didn't sleep well, I'm tired and i accidentally deleted my reply before so i had to typ it again.

I really really appreciate that you took your time and wrote me❤️ thank you from the bottom of my heart

[hellfire--cult]

I’m the anon from earlier and I just wanted to say because obviously it was not clear that of course I am reblogging the smaller creators I think deserve recognition. However I’m a nobody and my less than 100 followers aren’t really going to drum up many readers for the fics that are already lacking in notes. You can of course reblog whatever you like and I already said that I have read the popular fics you reblogged and agree they deserve the recognition. But I can’t make a post about this on my own blog without being eaten alive and seen as a pariah and potentially dragging down the small creators I’m trying to lift up in the process. I’m sorry for choosing your blog to make a statement. It’s nothing against you personally. It’s a pattern I’ve noticed. People make a big effort to bring life back into the community but only want to give it back to their favorite most popular writers that already get hundreds of asks about their work and have thousands of notes on their stories. The bigger accounts all reblog one another and the smaller ones are left in the dust. How is a story with 25 notes supposed to compete on the dash when you can’t scroll down 2 posts without running into TYP again with comments all through the tags saying how amazing it is and it changed the reader’s life. They don’t. No one wants to read a story with under 100 notes if they’re being consistently spammed with stories that have thousands. What I’m trying to say is, you reblogging 3 of the most popular fics in the Eddie fandom on the first day of this new event thingy was the perfect example of what I’ve been seeing happen during this type of “lift up the creators” effort before the throwback Thursday was even created. I’m really sorry if I made you feel bad and I want to stress that I’m not trying to control what you do on your blog and I’m certainly not coming here to ask you to do something I wouldn’t do. It’s just the fact that some stories, like those you reblogged in particular are really not the target audience in my own opinion, for something like this as they’ve never left the dash in the first place and certainly not been forgotten. The thought behind it was to bring back stories that people missed because they were too busy reading the most popular fics in the fandom to give others a chance. So by everyone just “bringing back” the most popular fics. Not only are the smaller stories missing out again but anyone currently posting stories from smaller accounts are being overshadowed as well. It’s the double whammy for the small blog. Anyway thank you for participating in bringing back older stories. Also thank you for being kind to me in your reply.

I totally get what you're saying!

I have many mutuals that do in fact reblog many creators of any kind, be it with lots of notes, or not, and I do stop and read and reblog. It also depends the mutuals one has!

I have people I follow that are solely readers, so they reblog any kind of the fics that are out there.

I went into my archive yesterday to see my first fic reblogs from july of 2023, because I have so many fics in my head I do remember reading, but I can't, for the love of me, remember the exact titles or remember the usernames or I thought I did and they changed it or deactivated (which happened a lot this past year)

And I am not going to lie, I felt a little thrown back with your first anon, I felt a little anxious because I didn't reblog many at first, so I was sort of taken aback. But thank you for being kind, and show your anger at what happened with this event for now, and to show me you didn't come to talk to me to express yourself in a harsh or hateful way, and thank you for feeling like you actually CAN express yourself to me

But this isn't an event from yesterday only! It's going to happen every thursday, and I am sure more and more fics are going to see the light so others can find them

[carelessflower]

PART 3 OF TAINTED LIES

The NYPD has not put out a statement, but its been 2 months since the last body was found, no copycat killers. They were all on edge.

The Lightwoods sat in the lounge, as Robert called a family meeting.

"So I know I have been busy, and I havent been there for you, but I have been given two weeks off, so therefore I can spend time with you."

"Why arent you at work, catching the killers." Isabelle questioned.

"Well the New York butcher is silent for the time, and I have been doing overtime to catching the monsters, and when I go back with a fresh mind..." Robert gave his daughter a small smile.

"Also, remember we are having a dinner party tonight, Alec, I invited Magnus and his father around." Maryse mentioned, as both Maryse and Robert made their way to the kitchen.

"So you guys are friends now?" Jace turned to face Alec, Isabelle was smiling wildy.

"Do you love Magnus?" Max questioned, a comic book in one hand

"He is my friend and thats all." Alec felt himself go red, as he excused himself and headed upstairs.

He sat on his bed, and scrolled through his phone, to see Magnus's name. They have known each other for 2 months now, but it feels like they barely know each other. He was secretly dating Johnathan - and that didnt end well.

He tapped onto Magnus name, and saw that he was online.

He typed.

Are you coming over?

Magnus was typing.

Yes

Alec typped a quick okay, before switching the phone off. What the fuck was that?

God he sucked. He thought, as he closed his eyes.

A few hours went passed by and Alec was awoken by Max.

"Dad said to come down, guests will be arriving." Alec looked at the time.

20:33

Hes been asleep for four hours. He stretched as Max left the room.

The doorbell rang, as Jace went to answer, Magnus was holding a tray which was covered in foil.

Asmodeus smiled, Magnus handed the dish to Jace.

"Smells nice." Jace chuckled going to the kitchen.

"Hi Alec." Magnus gave a small smile to Alec who was on the staircase.

"The food looks good, whats the meat?" Robert said, greeting them.

"Its filipino beef steak and cooked spiced liver."

"Never had liver." Asmodeus chuckled at that repsonse as he went to the kitchen.

Magnus and Alec stood there awkwardly.

"Do you want a drink?" Alec suggested.

"Vodka would be good?"

"We dont have vodka, gin okay?"

(End. Im going to contine and post it on AO3. Ill be changing some stuff -.

oh yassssss looking forward post on AO3 bestieeee

[sminiac]

hi love !!

this is my first time requesting anything here, so it's nothing specific but I've got a junghoon brainrot and i just turned a month as a roady 😭 could we get a bf!junghoon?

💌 — Hello! You’re so sweet 😞 ofc, anything for you!!

Bf!Junghoon who still carried out the duties of being your boyfriend even before he officially was, when you started coming around to the dorms more frequently the more this innate sense of attentiveness was revealed to his members. So used to his apathetic approach in life, it came quite shockingly, quite fast. One day the two of you hardly acknowledged each others existence, the next he’s watching over your shoulder as you cook just to make sure you don’t accidentally touch the heated stove, or knick yourself with the sharp edge of a knife, his hand warm against your lower back, a spot that according to Hyunwoo is reserved for someone who is more than ‘just a friend’, but what does he know? Soft words of encouragement sang to you as he observes, gives you some tips on how to work a knife more precisely just so he can have his hand over yours😣

Bf!Jungjoon who is so “I got it” yk? Your phones dying? He’s quick to grab one even if it’s not his own, he’s just “I need this” and comes back to take your phone and plug it in himself. If all of you decided to go pick up some food/drinks together he’s always retrieving what you’ve ordered without being asked, also the type to never let you walk away with the wrong order because you were so excited, he can’t let such a trivial thing ruin that >:(

Bf!Junghoon who tends to be very catlike, if he’s not interested in something, not entertained, then he really doesn’t care, floats away from the boys and their commotion whenever it becomes a little too stimulating just to be doted on by his pretty girlfriend :( this happens more often when they’re on a set for a video/photoshoot, whenever “Cut!” Is yelled he’s so fast when slipping away, just wants you to feed him snacks and hold his hand. Can’t get the sight of his pretty eyes slightly widening whenever you call him pretty out of my noggin😞 just has the cutest look on his face, teeth poking into his lip to try and keep a bashful smile at bay but you can see it in the way his cheeks round out and then suddenly he refuses to make eye contact with you.

Bf!Junghoon who hates texting when it comes to you, although sometimes he hurts his own feelings because you’re not always going to pick up his calls, he knows this, but is still “Wyd?” If you aren’t picking up by the 5th ring. When he’s working he’s always managing to somehow sneak an extra 10 minute break between his schedule just so he can call you, and it’s never anything significantly important that he has to say, he just wants to hear you, to tell him what you’re up to, if you’ve eaten, if he can still come over once he’s free. He’s also smiling the whole time, shoving away any heads that try to come close to his phone so they can say hi because this is his time to talk to you, not theirs >:(

Bf!Junghoon who can never keep his hands away from your face, you’re talking? His fingers are squishing you cheeks, you’re eating? Squishing your cheeks, just laying next to him while you’re both on your phones? Fingers are still squishing your cheeks. It’s addictive, he swears, at this point he’s not even conscious of doing it, it’s like he just blacks out and suddenly his hands are on your face with no recollection of how long ago or when, and it gets a little inconvenient sure, but he always makes up for it with a few kisses— not those chaste tight lipped ones though, but the soft, self indulgent ones that has him wanting to sink his teeth into you🤭 always pulling you back for an extra one, lips glossed over in saliva that got lost in the mix of his timid tongue trying to subtly lick into your mouth AGHHGG.

Bf!Junghoon who loves being at your house so much that you don’t even need to remind him to make himself comfy because he already is??? Wdym???? The type to silently claim a spot for his toothbrush, shampoo, skincare, clothes, anything he needs in his day to day routine, it’s already at your place, basically his second home, loves being in your bed too, once you get him in you can’t get him out.

Ex: with the amount of belongings that he leaves behind it’s a guarantee that you’re sending him pictures of his stuff at the reminder of why your room now feels so empty, telling him that you miss him, that a few tears have been shed in his absence and he’s like “Baby, you’re crying because of my toothbrush…?” He’s so silly, makes sure to call you right after, soothing you with his voice even if he’s trying not to laugh at you. “I’m not going anywhere, I’m coming back to you as soon as I’m free, I promise. No more now baby, it’s okay.”

Bf!Junghoon who isn’t afraid of making someone look stupid if they’re trying to hit on him, whether it’s in front of you or not he’s going to have the same reaction. He’s just fully on glaring if they know he has a girlfriend, because… boring🙄 girl he doesn’t want you!! and if they get so nervous that they start stuttering and jumbling words together he’s going to laugh in their face, like actually full on laugh.

Bf!Junghoon who doesn’t know how to comfort anyone but you because he’s never felt the need to, he didn’t know how, wouldn’t he just make things awkward??? So now every time one of his members is upset by something he’s even more clueless than before, he can’t kiss them from their head down to the tips of their fingers now can he?

Bf!Junghoon who is more than willing to show you his love in more than one way, even if it doesn’t come naturally to him!

Ex: words of affirmation? Most of the time it comes quite easily to him, it’s hard not to have this overwhelming sense of pride when it comes to you, especially when he’s talking to the boys. Whether it’s directly to you, or he’s bragging, he’s always got something sweet to say, in his own endearing Junghoon way.

Acts of service? He started doing this way before he even knew that feelings for you existed, all he did know was that you were kind to him, and he wanted to show you that despite his intimidating exterior he really did enjoy being around you even if he didn’t have the smile to show for it. If you’re more on the forgetful side he’s always got you covered, loves grabbing you food/gifts when he’s out, you’re just always on his mind so it’s hard to pass by shops without “Y/n mentioned that place” “She likes the drinks from there” and since he’s such a good listener it’s always exactly what you like😞

Gift giving? Girllll, always^^ feel like he’d love making more homemade, love letter, diy, baking kind of gifts though, he’s so cute, him with that serious expression on his face as he’s making you the cutest thing ever, spends so much time on it, the best part is the affection he receives in return🤭

Quality time? Loves doing nothing with you!! Just wants you in his lap, curled into his chest, giving eachother massages, and this thought just occurred, but baths together!!! Like he’s always doing the whole setup, face masks, a movie/show, snacks, candles etc. it’s always the quiet moments that the two of you share, makes him so soft and cuddly:(

Physical touch? Back to the massages bit, feel like no matter where he’s always trying to work out any taut spots in your body, and he always finds them too! If you’re significantly shorter than him then he’s always trying to accentuate the difference by being as close to you as possible, he finds it funny, but also just thinks that you’re so cute. Needs to always be touching you, even if it’s just for a second, loves pushing any stray hairs out of your face while talking, random kisses even if you’re in the middle of a sentence😞

Bf!Junghoon who is so pretty 🤭🤭🤭

[piperslovebot]

Jo Mitchell and Sarah Mitchell?

1. nickname? Sarah: Sarah-Bear, mija, mi amor (by Paula and Alexis), Angel, Darling, Sunshine, Babe, Sweetheart and My lady (by Nate), Sars (by Nikki, Leia, Gwen, Kristie, Mikayla, Sharon, Nate, and Betsy), Cool chick (by Jay), My favourite kid (by Red) and Love (by Kitty), Girl (by Nikki), sis (by Jo), Little Mitchell (by Betsy and Kristie)

Jo: Jo (by everyone), sexy minx (by Ryland), sis, Little Miss Popular (by Sarah), honey (by her parents), Queen B (by herself), mija (by Paula), Mitchell (by Betsy and Kristie) Lucifer, Satan, Medusa (by Kristie), Bitch, Frigid Bitch (by Betsy)

2. relationship status? Sarah: taken, Jo: taken

3. comfort food? Sarah and Jo: Fajitas

4. favourite place in the world? Sarah: Disneyland, Jo: alone in her room

5. biggest fear? Sarah: Her father, Jo: not being good enough

6. special skill? Sarah: Being able to cheer people up along with being well liked, Jo: manipulation and protecting the people she loves

7. favourite outfit? Sarah: https://pin.it/6aH68FR, Jo: https://pin.it/2AZsxFn

8. biggest insecurity? Sarah: Disappointing people/them not liking her, Jo: getting hurt

9. relationship to their siblings? Sarah: Her relationship with Jo is complicated but they do love each other. Jo: same thing

10. relationship to their parents? Sarah: Her relationship with her dad is horrifyingly abusive. She has a (mostly) good relationship with her mom. Jo: her dad is abusive to her too but in a different way. Her mom does love her but their relationship is pretty strained.

11. most embarrassing memory? Sarah: Her going up to guy to kiss him, only to find out he’s gay. Jo: When Ryland revealed to the whole school that she sleeps with Teletubby stuffed animals

12. favourite animal? Sarah: Giraffe. Jo: Her skull pillow

13. bed time routine? Sarah: A less intense version of Rachel Berry’s, Jo: Rachel Berry’s night routine with her intensity (probably more)

14. hobbies? Sarah: Learning about astrology, singing, dancing, watching tv (mostly Disney movies), socializing, Jo: being social, hanging out with her friends, going bowling, playing sports (mostly soccer)

15. biggest weakness? Sarah: Idk. She does tend to not exactly be the most empathetic person to Jo in the beginning (they’re both awful to each other tho, not just Sarah), Jo: her meanness, giving her insecurities the time of day, lashing out, and constantly pushing people away

16. favourite swear word? Sarah: Bullshit, Jo: Motherfucker, fucker

17. achievement they are the most proud of? Sarah: Winning first place in the pee wee dance tournament and bringing home a medal. Jo: Winning a gold medal on the pee wee soccer team

18. favourite typ of sport? Sarah: Dancing. Jo also plays soccer with her sometimes. Jo: Soccer obviously.

19. mode of transportation? Sarah: Running, going on the bus, mom/Jo dropping her off, Jo: Her friends driving her, her driving herself

20. favourite thing to do to relax? Sarah: Singing, Jo: Painting, filing her nails

21. eating habits like? Sarah: she’s lowkey a messy eater. Jo: freakishly neat eater

22. special interests? Sarah: Learning about astrology. Jo: painting and soccer

23. favourite part of their body? Sarah: Her face and hair, Jo: her everything

24. role model? Sarah: Her mom, Jo: tragically it used to be her dad. Now it’s herself.

25. most prized possession? Sarah: Her teddy bear she won at the Gladstone county fair. Jo: her Barney nightlight

26. favourite place to travel to? Sarah: Rome and London, Jo: Paris and Greece

27. way to earn money? Sarah: Works as a babysitter, Jo: Mr.Sexy’s Pizza (yes, it’ll be a real place in my verse lmao)

28. thoughts about politics? Sarah: She’s fine with politics. Jo: hates politics (mostly because of stuff with her dad)

29. favourite colour? Sarah: Yellow and blue, Jo: Purple and black

30. ideal partner? Sarah: Aladdin lol, Jo: Kelly (I know it sounds like a cliche lmao)

31. party trick? Sarah: Making balloon animals, Jo: Soccer tricks and singing.

32. favourite song? Sarah: Any song from Mariah Carey’s, Jo: T Swift

33. biggest pet peeve? Sarah: People being mean to her friends, horror movies, gore, physical fights, violence (I’ll be honest. I feel like she’d hate stranger things lol), Jo: gore, blood, spiders, champagne

34. favourite person? Sarah: Her mom, Jo: Herself lol

35. biggest goal in life? Sarah: To live a normal life, Jo: To be the best

36. highest academic degree? Sarah: She’s still in high school. Jo: also still in high schools

37. safe space? Sarah: Her room, Jo: Alisha and Jared

38. guilty pleasure? Sarah: Marshmallows cream filled chocolate cookies, Jo: chocolate chip cookies and Taylor Swift

39. favourite choice of drink? Sarah: Coke, Jo: Sprite and rum

40. dream job? Sarah: Dancer, Jo: Painter

41. favourite type of music? Sarah: Pop, Jo: also pop

42. most distinctive features? Sarah: Her freckles, nose, and eyes, Jo: Her eyes

43. favourite aesthetic? Sarah: Floral and beach, Jo: ombré, navy, darkness, patterned stuff tbh

44. fashion style? Sarah: Simple and girly, Jo: dark colors

45. favourite movie? Sarah: Mean Girls, Jo: Clueless

[persephoneslounge]

If You Love Art, Astrology, or Just Need a New Platform, Check this Out

If there's one thing I learned during my Saturn Return, it's I'll never fit in, and that's absolutely okay, because neither do a lot of people. A lot of voices aren't counted in the world of social media and even beyond it, and what does Nina Simone say? "You've got to learn to leave the table when love is no longer being served." But to put her idea further, you have to build your own table, and make sure that the people sitting there genuinely are meant to be there. And that's what I'm doing with my brand new social media space. I'm building a table especially for those who don't have a seat at the others. And I'm not doing this to be rebellious or make a statement, I'm really doing this to prove that social media can be done properly, with feeling. What started as an idea for a space for artists and astrology lovers, became more.

One thing that’s always stood out to me when it comes to social media is its aesthetic. Haven’t you noticed? Everything is blue, and grey. This concept of neutrality was designed to attract as many people as possible, which is great at first, until you consider what it really means: it erases diversity. There’s this idea that we mustn’t address our differences to avoid rocking the boat, because that’s dangerous. It disrupts the harmony of posting, sharing and liking, and pushes us to think critically on the content we consume and create.

Well I’ve never been the neutral type. I’ve ended friendships and even connections to family members over a silent agreement to being neutral. Yes, to some extent, we need to give people grace, but in situations where there’s an elephant in the room and people try to decorate that elephant with shiny objects, this creates a culture of conflict avoidance, which then leads to either of two things: passive-aggressiveness or censorship.

For example, on social media, you might notice people typ|ng c@pt|ons l|ke th|s. This is one way to avoid being flagged or banned with certain words, and the irony is often these words aren't actually offensive, it's what they represent. Usually people have to do this when making posts about subjects like abuse, trauma, or social issues. You know, anything that reminds the algorithm that we don’t have a perfect world where everyone is a flawless and tanned influencer. And no hate to people who work as influencers, it's just that I like my feed filled with people I actually follow already.

Social media as an introvert and artist used to be my happy place, because it’s the easiest way to connect and express myself. Till it wasn’t, and I had to carefully curate each post based on what would be the most tolerable, most "like"-able and least likely to get muted. It’s easy to say we shouldn’t take the internet seriously, but whether we want this or not, it’s a huge part of our lives, so we have no choice to make it better.

One thing that’s been lacking on social media is how we go about people who don’t fit into a specific box. I get it, it’s hard to market or share if you’re someone who’s passionate about a million and one things, but it’s even harder to put your work out there if you’re an artist since obviously, most artists enjoy more than one skill. It’s also hard sometimes for those who love spiritual topics like astrology because to an extent, there’s still a certain taboo. You could imagine how much harder this gets on platforms that thrive on stereotypes and niches. As someone who’s both an artist and an astrologer, of course I thought of you, but let’s not gatekeep either. We know what that feels like.

This is where that new platform comes in. It’s called Persephone’s Forum, and while initially it was going to be just a forum added onto my main website, I decided to take it a step further, by making it into its own social media website. You can add friends, chat, and post as expected, but... values are key here. You can even get verified, as long as you show that your account name is what you typically use online. More importantly, you don’t have to walk on eggshells anytime you post. As long as you aren’t making remarks that are racist, sexist, homophobic, or show any type of discrimination, and you don’t bully people, you’ll be welcome. Sounds like the obvious, right?

Actually that’s another thing I felt was lacking in mainstream social media, the inability or even refusal, to draw a difference between self-expression and talking down to others. It just shows the privileged position of the people who run these spaces, when they’ll ignore blatant discrimination, but will gladly ban someone just for saying something about Black Lives Matter or women’s issues, or even for mild swearing. And I get it, sometimes kids are online, but there’s only so much pleasing everyone. At some point, we need every adult to take accountability. If it’s more important to make extra profit with certain business partners than to do the right thing, is your business actually that social? If companies like Ben and Jerry’s can go about raising awareness on social causes and still make money, then the issue isn’t reputation, it’s about priorities, and those like Zuckerberg seem to be picking the wrong ones.

Going back to the point of encouraging neutrality, I think it’s just another way of saying who has a voice and who doesn’t. Because who decides what that looks like? Beyond the obvious like religion, sex, and politics, are we supposed to avoid every topic that brings up some emotion? There’s something very patriarchal in telling us that we have to swallow our emotions and just buy whatever products come up in suggested pages or late night scrolls, or to do another little dance vid. The idea that emotional posts and videos aren’t likely to get pushed for views, says a lot about where we stand as a people.

Never in my life did I even imagine creating my own platform, but in hindsight, it was bound to happen. I’ve been on almost every version of social media since 2006, and in university, my friends were a group of guys from the engineering department, so most of our conversations revolved around computers and software. Despite all this, I was studying in film but didn’t fit into that department any more than the engineering department. And if there’s one person in tech I admire for being a misfit too, it’s Steve Jobs, despite having no interest in Apple products.

Persephone’s Forum is born in a time when a lot of world events are happening, and people need a safe space. It’s here at a time where creators have to avoid posting certain pictures to prevent being shadowbanned for nudity, when there’s no actual nudity there. It’s born at a time where Mark Zuckerberg, the founder of Facebook/Meta, announced that he would start charging for the blue checkmark, which let’s be real, was initially a symbol of privilege anyway since only famous people seem to get it. It also comes at a time where Elon Musk bought Twitter, only to destroy it slowly from the inside. It also comes at a time where more than ever people are looking for ways to just be heard.

At one point, social media was the place where you could reconnect with an old friend or even just learn HOW to connect. In 2023, it’s become a place where the rich flaunt their Gucci purses and latest vacations in front of millions of followers who most likely are struggling to feed their families. It’s become a place where class is what gets you up there, unless you’re lucky, or patient enough to post incessantly every day. Not to mention scrolling feels like you’re mindlessly absorbing content, when the whole point is to be social. Now it’s just... media. I’d like to change that in some way.

Just over ten years ago, owning a social media platform was revolutionary, but these days, it’s a part of our everyday lives, which means it’s no longer enough to wow people with new emojis or life-like filters, or talks of virtual reality. These days, you have to have values and integrity. You have to show others that their voices are heard, and one thing I learned is that to the people who’ve run the show till now, we aren’t heard. That’s why I did something.

In all honesty, how can you expect diversity from mainstream platforms anyway, when they’re predominantly founded and owned by white men? Aside from Zhang Yiming, the founder of Tiktok, and Sheryl Sandberg, the COO of Meta, and of course if you want to count Whitney Wolfe Heard, the founder of dating app Bumble, there’s not much more representation. Black-owned apps TrueSo and MelaninPeople are gaining traction, but have yet to really be put in the spotlight.

Even when it comes to the aesthetic for Persephone’s Forum, there’s no blue or grey. It’s classic and elegant, but also practical, just like the Greek Goddess. It reflects what’s possible when a person takes something into their own hands. And like Persephone leaving the Underworld, it reflects a bit of hope.

The idea for Persephone’s Forum started out as really being intended for people who are artists, or who just love the arts, for people who are astrologers or who just love astrology, but I don’t like fences, I like bridges. Think of it as more of a space where you can be... yourself, whatever that means. Without any algorithm. Without any influencers (sorry not sorry). And especially without darn crummy eggshells. Also, hopefully without bots either, because those can be a pain in the #ss, and the work will be put in to keep it that way longterm.

And if I’m being honest, I don’t expect Persephone’s Forum to change the whole world. If ever it does change something, that would be amazing, but my priority is to simply keep it true to who I am, and to who a lot of other people are. It isn’t reinventing the wheel, it’s just showing off the parts that truly matter. And what we’ve been seeing lately, ain’t it. Maybe for some, but for the rest of us, we’ll be over here. Where we can be who we are, not who they want us to be.

Register for Persephone’s Forum at persephonesforum.com. The Queen of the Underworld welcomes you.

To check out my books, social media and more, visit persephoneandco.org.

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[vngelgyu]

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this fic contains 18+ content. minors do not interact.

☆ pairing - bf!taehyun x afab!reader

☆ warnings - public(gym shower) sex, unprotected sex, gagging with a shirt, fingering, creampie.

☆ word count - 1.1k

☆ genre - smut

☆ description - taehyun getting hard at the gym and abandoning his self control.

☆ authors note - this is a request, written for @en-boyz , i hope you like it

☆ tags - @sweethyuka @sweetiehyuka @bluesoobinnie @fallinforwoo

taehyun didnt think anything of it when you decided to wear a pair of tight shorts to the gym with him. he wasnt the type to dictate your apparel or anything like that. so when you came out of the room in one of his shirts and shorts, he had no specifically negative or sexual thoughts. of course he found you beautiful but you were just wearing clothes. he wouldnt expect you to wear pants to the gym.

now, usually he can handle seeing you in your tight work out gear, but today he couldnt help but watch you through the big mirror on the wall. his eyes were glued to your ass as you did your squats, and he had all but abandoned his workout at this point.

taehyun was typically pretty strong willed. he wasnt the type to bend you over the counter while youre cooking, or fuck you in the backseat of his car. he had never dragged you from a public setting to fuck you out of jealousy or just simple lack of control, but as he held your feet down while you did sit-ups, all he wanted to do was reach under you, pull your shorts down, and bury his face between your legs.

he was torn between wanting you for himself and wanting to fuck you in the middle of the gym in front of all the men who wouldnt stop undressing you with their eyes. but after a lot of consideration, he decided on dragging you to the showers as he didnt think youd appreciate getting fucked against the mirror for all the other people to see.

taehyun stood behind you as you stood back up from one of your squats and you could feel his boner on your ass for a second before he took a step back. just that feeling alone had you understanding why he seemed so distracted. it was obvious to you that his control was wearing thin, but what you didnt know was that it was. completely gone. so you bent over to grab your towel, assuming that you were about to leave.

once you stood, you made your way to him and asked "do you need to leave?". you knew taehyun wasnt the type to take you in a public place so leaving seemed like the best option, but taehyun had other ideas.

he shook his head and then grabbed your hand before leading you in the direction of the womens showers.

"tae? what are you-"

taehyun had pulled you into the shower and pushed you against the wall before smashing his lips on yours and cutting you off. you kissed him back and let out a small whine as one of his hands slid to your ass and the other slid under your shirt to feel your chest.

taehyun moved his face down to your neck but you pushed him away slightly. "im sweaty" you told him, but he just pushed his face back to your neck, said "i dont care"  and began sucking on it.

he then pulled your sports bra down, giving himself access to your nipples, before moving his hands down to your waist and pushing your shorts and underwear down.

you spread your legs slightly as taehyuns slim fingers found your clit and began rubbing quick circles against it. you couldnt help but moan at the feeling but taehyun wasnt having it. the last thing he wanted was to get caught, so he pulled his shirt over his head and balled it up slightly before stuffing it in your mouth. he placed his hand back between your legs but instead of going back to touching your clit, he plunged 2 fingers into you and began curling them inside you.

taehyun wanted this to be quick but he also wanted you to enjoy it as well, so he took his time prepping you while decorating your neck in hickeys. you were definitely gonna be embarrassed afterwards but you also loved when taehyun marked you. he wasnt the type to be outwardly possessive, so having his marks visible to everyone made you feel good inside. you liked letting people know that you belonged to someone.

satisfied with how wet you were, taehyun pulled his fingers out of you and then gently turned you around so that you were facing the wall. you put your hands up on the cold tile wall and arched your back to make it easier for him.

taehyun pulled his dick out and spit in his hand before stroking it a few times and then lining up with your entrance. he pushed in slowly but quickly picked pace after letting you get used to the stretch.

he wrapped his arm around you and slipped his hand between your legs to rub your clit once again and if you hadnt been gagged with his shirt, the whole gym would have been able to hear your moans. but luckily for you, it wasnt super packed so there wouldnt have been that many people.

taehyun continued to fuck you against the tile as he held your hip tightly with one hand and rubbed your clit with the other. you could feel your legs trembling under you, threatening to give out with every thrust.

taehyuns hips snapped into you harder, causing a loud smacking sound of your ass against his pelvis, which echoed louder because of the tile floor and walls. if someone walked in, they would 100% know what was going on, especially with the way the shirt was barely muffling your moans now.

you could feel yourself getting close and had a feeling taehyun was too by the way that he lost his rhythm and was basically just chasing his climax. typically he wouldnt be in a rush to cum but he had dealt with his boner for about 2 hours before finally doing something about it. and youd be lying if you said that you hated the roughness and fast pace.

taehyun snapped his hips into you a few more times before burying himself as deep as he could and pumping his cum into you. he somehow managed to keep his rhythm on your clit and worked you through your own orgasm while he shallowly rutted into you. his breathing was heavy in your ear and he tried to hold back from making any noises but the feeling of your walls milking him was too much and he let out a few of his own moans.

you pulled the shirt out of your mouth as taehyun pulled out and you let out a quiet whine at the feeling. your legs felt like jello, your shorts and underwear were around your knees, your neck was covered in hickeys, and any moment now, taehyuns cum was going to start leaking down your thighs, but before you could become a complete mess, he pulled your shorts up for you.

"ill make it up to you when we get home...i love you so much" he said as he put his dick away and leaned forward to kiss your cheek.

[charnelhouse]

and the high won't fade here

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader. Rick Flag x F!Reader Wordcount: 6.5K+ Warnings: rough smut. threesome. dp. choking. hair touching. sex magic. Summary: She saves Bucky. She saves Rick. There's always a cost though. A/N: title from Lykke Li. this is absolute chaos and most written in a fever dream.

Bucky thinks she’s beautiful before she even introduces herself. It’s not like a half-thought observation - not like a fact or subtle realization. He feels it. It burns low in his gut and makes his breath catch and Bucky has never - not once - believed in love at first sight, but he certainly has believed in lust.

It must be that: chemical attraction.

Desire.

“I’m James,” he says as he takes her hand - feels a twitch of something. “Guess you’re fighting with us.”

Her lips split apart - white teeth shiny and pearlescent as the cheek of the moon. She reminds him of a doll – fragile features – pen-stroke lashes – the click and jerk of her head as she regards him with subtle interest. She squeezes his hand - thumb nudging into the thin skin. “Guess so.”

Bucky swallows.

***

Since the original Avengers had retired, died, or left for greener pastures, Sam and Bucky had needed backup. Wanda was missing. Strange had bigger things to deal with than Hydra or AIM cells in the far corners of the world. Peter had high school and Aunt May scared Sam enough that he didn’t want to recruit Spiderboy unless they really needed it.

So Fury called in favors - found other enhanced individuals who could help them out.

Are they paid?

Not exactly.

So why would they work for us?

Freedom.

Explain.

Not that you have room to argue, but they may or may not be prisoners.

What?!

It’s fine, Wilson. They’re chipped. Can’t do anything beyond orders.

Sounds like a really swell idea.

Like you have room to talk, Barnes. I’m still getting shit for the Zemo jailbreak.

That’s where she came in - plucked and placed onto the team (or lack of team).

Siren. Succubus. Not exactly professional names, but Hill had informed Sam and Bucky that the titles fit her talents.

She feeds off sexual energy.

Come again?

Sex - either having it or being close to it - boosts her. She goes all glowy - can transfer energy or health or control large amounts of power that can turn people into pink confetti.

Is that the professional description?

We can’t just travel around with her needing sex 24/7.

Speak for yourself.

She doesn’t need it every day, boys. Now shut up and go meet her.

***

Bucky had wondered if the whole lust sensation that was currently exploding through his system was something she was causing on purpose. But he’d asked Sam if he felt the same way and he didn’t.

I mean she’s smokin hot, but I don’t feel butterflies.

I didn’t say they were butterflies, Wilson.

You insinuated it.

I did not.

Someone has a crush on the new chick.

Fuck off.

Contrary to what Bucky had assumed, she was quiet and soft-spoken. She fought brilliantly and never once brought up the fact that she fed off sex to live.

He watched her every time - eyes riveted to the movements of her body - the strength and talent locked in her skills She was good - better than good.

She was also really fucking nice, especially to him. Bucky found it alarming - unsettling. This “villain” who had been collared and made to heel for her government.

He didn’t care to admit that he felt for her – he didn’t approve of the fact that she had a chip stuck in her neck that threatened to blow her head to kingdom come should she step out of line.

It hit too close to home. It seared through his chest - made it shutter. He felt his own ghost-pains at the thought – the idea – a soldier forced to fight with her death held above her like some macabre piece of blackmail. His arm ached - right where metal met flesh.

One day, he asks her about her chip. They’re at an outpost in Stockholm and the two of them are sorting through files - papers dated back to the forties. Yellowed and crinkled. That familiar stark black type.

She brushes blood off her forehead – smearing it down her cheek like a slash of war paint. Old and dried and stuck under her fingernails. Pennies and metal in the air. Bucky knew the smell better than anyone – it almost comforted him.

“Does it hurt?” he asks.

She pins him with a sideways glance. “Does what hurt?”

“The chip.”

She shrugs. “It itches.”

***

They’re in Rome for another mission. Bucky doesn’t know where she goes between them. He doesn’t know if she has a house or a family. He doesn’t know if she’s sent right back to Belle Reve and that thought particularly hurts him.

He can’t imagine her there. This sun-bright girl locked away in something as sharp and cold as that prison. Even as the Winter Soldier, he knew of it. He was aware that it was a place you didn’t want to get shoved into for fear of never getting out.

You’re better off dead, soldat. Shoot yourself if you ever get caught.

Bucky grimaces. No - he didn’t like thinking about her there.

“Where is she?” Sam growls as he searches the crowds milling about the Trevi Fountain. “We’re supposed to get back to the jet.”

Bucky scans the area. It’s hot - stifling summer air that is making him sweat and fidget. He’s still not entirely used to warm climates. As the soldier, he doesn’t remember if he ever acknowledged the weather. Sometimes he has nightmares about violent winter storms – icy black rain sluicing down his nose and into his mouth. He drowns in snow and has no tongue to scream. He always wakes on his bedroom floor - in a tangle of sheets with his heart pulsing in his throat. He sometimes cries - damp on his cheeks as he peels open his eyes to his dark ceiling and the lazy circle of the plastic fan. It blurs - his space underwater due to the gloss of tears. His grief is his bedfellow - only coming to touch him when he’s at his most vulnerable.

Bucky flexes his gloved hand at his side. He decidedly hates hot weather.

“You stand the fuck out wearing that leather jacket,” Sam observes. “Same with the man-bun.”

“It’s not a man-bun.”

Sam gapes at him before he points to his hair.

“You’re a man and that’s a bun.”

“It’s - it’s just out of my face. It’s not like I’m trying. It’s half up and half down.”

“Yeah,” Sam drawls. “It’s still a -”

“Hi guys,” she crows as she appears in front of them. She’s balancing three cones in her hands - the cream dripping over the creases of her knuckles. Bucky has the strangest desire to lick it off.

“Hungry?” Sam grins – covering the fact that he’d been pissed at her only moments before.

Her brow furrows before her eyes widen in realization. “Oh! No - these are for you. It’s gelato.”

Bucky’s lips twitch. “You got us gelato?”

Her expression grows sheepish as she passes them each a cone. “You guys mentioned wanting it last night and didn’t know if you’d have time to get it so I just ran over to a shop back there. Threatened the owner and everything so I could cut the line.”

“You what?” Sam asks just as he licks the scoop of gelato. He takes a second lick before closing his eyes in satisfaction. He shuts right up after that, seemingly forgetting about her threatening the good citizens of Rome.

Bucky’s is pale green. “You remembered I liked pistachio?” he mutters - almost to himself.

“Yeah,” she replies. “And raspberry for Sam.”

“Damn,” Sam smirks. “You’re an angel.”

She blinks at him. “Not really. Not at all to be honest.”

It’s just a figure of speech and yet she’s taken it to heart – to her chest. I’m not. Not really. Not at all.

“Hush,” Sam chastises as he throws an arm around her shoulder, leading her back to the car. “Gelato fixes everything.”

***

They eat street tacos in their motel room after a particularly hard mission in Arizona. She’s got bits of lettuce in her hair as she stuffs a dripping chicken taco into her mouth. Bucky stares at her tongue - the sweep of it across her lower lip. Christ.

“So what got you sent to Belle Reve?” Sam asks.

She chews thoughtfully. “Something dumb.”

“Can I ask what exactly?” Sam presses and her forehead wrinkles. Bucky wants to punch him in the face.

“Didn’t you read my file? I thought they’d give you one.”

“Fury has it,” Sam explains. “We don’t read the files, just go where pointed and with whoever Fury wants us to go with.”

“It’s because he can’t read,” Bucky interjects - palm across his heart. “Poor guy.”

“Dick.”

She laughs, but it’s stilted - forced. “Bummer.”

Bucky sees it. The flash that changes her expression. She’s dragging her guard back up - masking herself because Sam has just punched a nerve that she didn’t want to touch. Her features unreadable – a tossed puzzle now disassembled. Scattered parts on the floor. All those tiny steps forward now erased with Sam’s question.

“Gonna go to bed,” she announces – cutting the bloated silence between them.

She stands up and immediately bites her lip, pain sparking across her face. She turns around with a wince as she favors her left side.

He hadn’t noticed it before - hadn’t noticed her injury and he’s disappointed in himself.

“You hurt?

She doesn’t respond, just waves her hand in a don’t worry about it gesture before disappearing out into the hall.

Sam fixes him with a pointed look.

“What?”

“She never told us what she did.”

“Maybe - it’s personal.”

“It’s public record.”

“Well - she obviously doesn’t want to talk about it so lay off. She’s been nothing, but nice.”

Sam whistles - lying back on his elbows. The shitty bed creaks with his weight as he kicks off his shoes. “Someone’s testy about their girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Yeah, but you want her to be.”

“I’ve known her for like ten days put together.”

“Love is love, man.”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “You’re being a fuckhead.”

Sam’s eyebrows nearly reach his hairline. “Where’d you learn that one?”

***

Bucky wonders if he has a sixth sense because he wakes in the middle of the night and knows. It’s more likely that his super-soldier ears picked up on the sounds coming from her room. The walls are thin here - cheap and peeling with paint. He catches a whimper - a tiny sob.

He doesn’t really think. He just goes out into the hall, breaking her door handle off and swinging it open to find her in the bathroom - curled in on herself - ass perched on the bathtub.

“Fuck,” he says. “What’s the matter?”

Her head shoots up and there’s more pain there - glossy and alarm-bright in her pupils. Agony. He knows pain better than anyone - remembers it like a lost lover since he had doled it out in kind just as he had received it. He drops to his knees - his fingers careful as he reaches for her side. “Let me see.”

“It’s fine,” she grits.

“Don’t be stubborn.”

Her eyes narrow, but she does as he says. She leans back - letting him ruck her shirt up and he bites down on his tongue when he sees the injury. It’s a gash - gaping and red and still weeping blood. He can see the muscle – the dark tissue. “I bandaged it,” she explains. “Thought it would go away, but I haven’t - haven’t really been able to - to a - um -”

“Feed?” he offers as he squeezes her knee. His thumb circles the soft skin there – a gesture he hopes she finds comforting.

Her nostrils flare, but she nods. “I can’t heal very well as a result.”

He sits back on his heels - watching her carefully. She looks ashamed - bowing her head to stare at his chest rather than his face. “What do you need?”

She chokes on a laugh – loud and sharp as a bullet in the still bathroom. “Don’t be silly, James.”

“Bucky,” he corrects. “Think we’re at that stage now.”

She finally meets his eyes - her lips curling ever so slightly. Her cheeks are plump and pretty. Her whole damn everything is fucking stunning, and Bucky wants to be there for her. He wants it.

“I want to help you,” he continues. “Let me help you.”

She stares at him for what feels like minutes. It’s like she’s sizing him up - trying to dig through the patchwork of his features to see if he’s being genuine. He hides himself well. He plays a part most of the time. Hydra had broken him in a way that he’d probably never fix. He still woke up screaming on occasion. He still felt that invisible leash tug at his neck, making him think that if he’d turn in the wrong direction, he’d get yanked back into that prison. He hadn’t been a person for years - hadn’t been anything. No emotions. No real thoughts. Nothing, but a blank slate and an empty room where only his orders lived.

He’s still learning how to smile fully - with his heart - with his lungs. He’s learning how to be a person worth talking to – worth sharing dinner with – worth more than what he does for a living. He wonders if she’s the same. He wonders if she feels used like he does – if she finds it difficult to interact with the world because all she knows is how to save it.

He tries his best. He tries to be normal and that tends to mean keeping his true feelings under wraps. He usually costumes himself with a sardonic scowl – a cold front for a face.

“You don’t know what you’re asking,” she finally says.

He keeps circling her knee – tentatively adding pressure to the spot. Her lashes flutter and his breath hitches. She’s fucking something.

“I do.”

He does mean this. He doesn’t mean everything, but he does mean this. He does want to help you.

“It’ll drain you,” she warns. “Not a lot, but you’ll feel sluggish.”

“It’s the end of the mission anyway, doll.”

Doll. Where the fuck had that come from? Some memory sparking up inside the swiss-cheese mess of his mind. He’d used that on girls back when he was a young man - running through Brooklyn with the world on fire.

“God,” she teases. “You’re old.”

He tries to look affronted, but he’s already touching her - stroking the outside of her thigh. His face is probably lit up with worship because he has desired this since he met her.

“I’m okay with this,” he emphasizes huskily. “I’m absolutely fine with fucking your body back together.”

He feels her jerk at that. Her eyes going shadowed and dark - tongue peeking over her lip as she takes hold of his shoulders. “Well…if you’re sure,” she purrs.“Then do it, Bucky.”

He does. He launches himself forward - hands cradling her jaw as his mouth crashes against hers in a frenzied sort of kiss. It’s barely a kiss - more of a fierce meeting of lips and tongue and teeth. Her nails are raking down his back as she presses herself flush against him.

“More,” she begs. “More.”

He hoists her onto the counter - her legs wrapped around his waist. He loses his sense as he rips her cotton shorts off to pieces - he teases her cunt with his fingers - spreading her folds open to graze that pert bud. She shoves his boxers down and he pushes in - filling her completely. She’s wet - impossibly tight - and each little rock of his hips makes her walls spasm around the length of his cock.

“Like that?” he asks, caressing her face - her arms - the curve of her tits. “Like that, sweetheart?”

She nods and when he gets a particularly rough thrust in, she gasps.

“Oh,” she mewls - soft as a secret - a hidden thing between them. “Oh - Buck - Bucky - oh-”

She looks stunned, quite frankly. She looks close to astonished at his stamina and his pace and his ability to make her convulse and cum within minutes. It leaves him smug - out of his damn head and he hadn’t felt out of his head in quite some time.

God he fucking likes it - he likes watching her face change - twisting into something desperate and overwhelmed. Her fingers digging painfully into his shoulders as she tilts her pelvis to meet him thrust for thrust.

They fall to the ground at some point and he braces his forearms on either side of her head so he can keep close - pressing his brow to hers. He fists his hand into the shag bath mat - his toes slipping on tile. He bends her legs - knees smushed into her chest as his hips snap against her. His cock spears deep - to the end of her and maybe farther - further.

“Fuck,” he grits. “Fuck - I wanted this - thought of nothing else.”

“You did?” she croons against his bearded jaw - his throat - teeth skating across the vein that pumps with each plunge of his length inside her silky heat. “I’m flattered.”

“It’s true,” he husks as he swirls his metal thumb over her swollen clit.

She grunts - pussy contracting around him - swallowing whatever reply she had for him.

He ducks his head to capture her mouth in a kiss both tender and furious. It’s heavy with all sorts of questions because - at the heart of this - Bucky knows he doesn’t want this to be a one-time thing.

Afterward - he holds her to his body - tracing the faint mark of that gash that has now sealed over.

“Wow,” he murmurs. “That’s pretty neat.”

She laughs.

***

They are kept apart. She has other missions and other teams that Bucky isn’t allowed to know about.

Bucky is ensnared - unable to think of anything, but the wet seal of her lips - the warm slide of her tongue - the salt-sweet tang of her cunt. He fists his cock in the shower - shoves his brow against the slippery tile as he dreams and fantasizes about their time together. He only gets her - the real her - in moments. A mission here. A mission there and Sam at least has the decency to not say shit when Bucky sneaks out to find her bed. He’d only commented on it once - the day after he’d first had sex with her in that squalid bathroom.

“You fucked her!” Sam accuses the moment Bucky slips back into their shared motel room.

“No,” Bucky says slowly. “I went out for a walk.”

“These walls are paper-thin, idiot,” Sam snaps. “I heard most of it.”

Bucky scowls. “She needed the energy.”

Sam chuckles. “I don’t care, man. You do you, but next time buy me earplugs so I don’t have to hear you waxing poetic about her pussy.”

It’s not enough. Bucky wants her for real - for keeps. He wants to take her out on a date or even a stupid walk in the park. Anything that isn’t lined in a film of black blood - in dirt or mud or gristle.

He asks Maria. He even asks Fury, which makes him extremely uncomfortable because Bucky did shoot him once.

“What can we do? How can we get her out of Belle Reve - get her off those task forces?”

Fury frowns. “You deal with Waller, who is probably one of the scariest people I’ve ever met.”

“I’m sure I can handle it.”

Fury squares him with a look that reads pity. “Trust me, Barnes. You can’t.”

***

It’s not like Rick really understands her past. He knows the bullet points - the detailed observations regarding her powers and her psyche and her body count. Her background is flimsy though and what he comes to realize is that she’d been passed through government agency to secret government agency to task force to underground organization.

She wiggles her fingers in front of his face. Her eyes the brightest shine of colored stones. “When you’ve got powers like these, Flag, you tend to get used.”

“I don’t want to use you,” he states - sincerely. “I don’t want to use you for that.”

“You have to,” she returns. “You have to because Waller says so.”

And then he had used her when it counted - when he had no other choice.

Her palm drags over the tear in his shirt - the dark red stain like an open-faced flower. She looks up at him and his breath catches - his chest still tight with phantom pain. “I did it for you. I’d do it again.”

She’d saved him in that rubble-strewn basement on Corto Maltese. She’d pressed her mouth to his and sucked his death right from him. She’d yanked the porcelain tile - ripped it clean - and his heart had patched over - his skin stitching itself back together as he gasped against her tongue.

She could give life, but at a cost.

It punched her out - yanked her energy and her strength until she was a sickly sort of spirit of herself. A cardboard cutout. He’d had to carry her out of Jotunheim because she could barely stand. Rick had been furious and she had silenced him with a brutal glare.

“I saved you because I wanted to,” she snaps. “I’ve done it for one other person. One. My abilities will come back. Don’t make me regret doing what I did because it was my choice.”

“I wasn’t - fuck - I didn’t mean it like that,” Rick shouts as he chases after her.

It ends as it always does. He lifts her into his arms and kisses her frantically. He fucks her like she wants it - pounds her pretty ass into the steel wall of the getaway jet’s hull. Her ankles hooked at his back - heels notched into his flesh as she whimpers and cries and repeats his name like he had been carved for reverence - like he deserved her. This holy girl who had saved him - brought him back to life.

“You have the tightest damn pussy, baby,” he grunts as he bottoms out again and again. He could say more. He could confess his stronger feelings - pull on those more intimate and serious strands, but he won’t. He sticks to dirty words - praise and prayer.

When he’s done, he falls to his knees and spreads her open - watches the milk-white drip of his spend out of that pretty little hole.

Later that night - he has her in his arms. She’s warm and real - snoring softly with her cheek sticking to his damp chest. It’s the most human she has ever looked.

He suddenly takes account of her earlier words - repeats them back to himself.

“I’ve done it for one other person. One.”

Wait - what other person?”

***

“You’re dying, you dumb motherfucker,” she squeaks as she tries to seal the five separate bullet wounds that are streaming red across Bucky’s shirt - his thigh. He knows they got an artery - maybe two.

He tries to laugh, but chokes - blood bubbling from his lips. “You kiss your mother with that mouth,” he taunts - but it comes out haggard - torn in multiple spots. His tongue grows thick and puffy and he desperately needs water. He reaches for her instead - touching her neck - pulling tenderly on a strand of hair.

“Ss-okay, doll,” he assures her. Doll - again. Another synapse in his brain firing white and hot and shooting upward from his internal filing cabinet of teenage memories. You make me feel young - you make me feel like i’m back home in Brooklyn and the world smells sweet - for once - tonight - i want to dance with you - i want to do something else - something more than this - you and me and us and i didn’t think i’d get that back -

“It’s not okay,” she hisses between clenched teeth. She’s palming his wounds - pushing into them and Bucky can’t feel himself anymore.

“Fuck this,” she mutters just as her gaze snaps to his. He almost flinches away at the intensity there - the earnest fierceness in her eyes. “You’re going to live, Barnes.”

She’s on him - hands clapping to either side of his face as she leans forward and kisses him.

She doesn’t kiss him though. It’s so much more than that - it’s overwhelming - packed with power and he can feel himself knitting back together - feel her tongue wash his mouth out and swallow the agony that is currently rippling through his system. It feels like he’s making out with a socket - feels like a power generator has burst behind his teeth. He clings to her wrists - tugging at them because he doesn’t understand.

“What are you doing?” he stammers against her parted lips.

“Saving you,” she replies - tears behind it. “Didn’t you read my file?”

***

Rick knew of Bucky Barnes. He’d seen him on enough A&E specials about the Howling Commandos. He had heard whispers throughout his unit about the Winter Soldier. Fuck - he knew that Waller practically salivated over the idea of having full control over a super-human assassin who would do anything she said.

But Waller doesn’t have the final say on this mission. Nick Fury does and Rick likes that. He likes Fury and when Fury asks him to join because Siren might need it, he does.

Even if Barnes is going.

It’s not like he’s upset at working with him. He’s not. But - it also doesn’t escape him that Bucky stares at her like she hangs the sun - the moon - the full blanket of stars.

You saved him, too?

Yes.

He wants to ask do you love him - do you like him - what does he mean to you? He doesn’t. It’s too intimate a question and yes Flag has slept with her but that doesn’t mean he owns her - controls her. All he knows is that she’s worked with Barnes for a long time and that she saved his life once - gave him something of herself by doing it.

Just like she had done for Rick.

It’s why I can’t just save anyone. I have to be careful. I don’t know how many lives I have in me. I don’t know if one more might take something truly vital.

You shouldn’t have wasted that on me.

You’re really kind of impossible.

***

Bucky hadn’t seen her in a year - maybe longer. Time works differently with him - he still isn’t entirely all there because his life is nothing, but missions to therapy to crashing on Sam’s couch because they stayed up too late playing scrabble and Grand Theft Auto. He hadn’t realized quite how much he had missed her. The hole she had left had been jagged and open - pulsing like it had been alive. But Bucky had many holes - many dark blank spaces inside him so it’s like the one her absence created had spread into all the rest. Just one blinking - poisonous - hole that he had yet to fix.

“Bucky,” she smiles as she strides toward him and it’s as if nothing has changed.

She allows him to pull her to him possessively - a momentary urge to hold her close and feel the hot brush of her breath at the divot in his throat. “Hey doll,” he murmurs as he noses at her hair.

“Buck,” she repeats - fingers curling into his t-shirt. “This is Rick.”

***

The mission is fine - it’s not easy, but it’s not the worst thing he’s had to handle. He doesn’t know why Fury called Flag and it’s not like he doesn’t like the guy.

He’s stupidly nice. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s a soldier - a Colonel - a guy who understands Bucky and Sam in ways that so many don’t.

He also is taller than him, which is...annoying.

He doesn’t know the specifics of their relationship. He just gathers that Rick leads the Task Force she’s part of. Task Force X.

“Otherwise - known as the Suicide Squad,” she chirps - winking at him.

Bucky blanches. “The what?”

“We have a super-high mortality rate,” she explains. “Basically Waller forces all of her disposable lackeys onto it to play bait or diversion.”

Rick shoots her an irritated glance. “You’re not disposable.”

There’s an exasperated fondness beneath his words - like he’s used to her bluntness - like he finds it endearing. It makes Bucky itch.

***

They’re neck-deep in AIM lackeys when Bucky starts to notice something.

She’s weaker. She’s missing punches - getting sloppy. It’s like she’s fighting through a haze - a fog of sorts.

She gets clocked - her head snapping backward as she hits the floor. Rick - visibly worried - gets there before he does so Bucky observes.

Flag yanks her up and she stumbles into him. She’s unsteady - like a doe on newborn legs and there’s a twitch in her fingers as she tries to realign herself. She’d missed that hit - gotten her ass completely handed to her. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t normal. Bucky knew her. He knew her inside and out and he knew exactly how she fought and how well.

He sidles up next to her once Flag chases another AIM guard down a corridor. He’s got her alone - has her close and yet it still feels like miles and miles away. He wraps his metal hand around her arm - tugs her roughly against his chest. “We need to talk.”

***

They’re in their hideout - a ramshackle cabin in the middle of trees and nowhere and long, black highways.

She comes to his room as he had asked. We need to talk. Sure, Buck.

“Where’s Flag?” He pulls off his tac vest - scraping his palm over his sweat-drenched under armour.

“Making our dinner in that sorry excuse for a kitchen.”

He nods as he rubs at his jaw - his beard prickles and burns.

“You saved him?”

She places her hands on her hips. “Yes?”

Bucky swallows as a prick of fear stings the nape of his neck. He tempers down the spike of jealousy because really? It’s kind of fucked to want to be the only man worth saving - at least when it comes to her. “What did it cost?”

She rolls her eyes, but it’s cheap and worn-thin. She’s trying hard to shove up that mask - that shield so he won’t dig any deeper. “I’m just a little weak.”

He snorts. “Weak? You were just taken out by a damn guard.”

She scowls.

“When did you save him?”

“What is this, Barnes? The fourth degree?”

“It’s the third degree.”

“Whatever.”

He steps toward her - his jaw clenching. “How long has it been?” he repeats. He knows he’s hit home because her shoulders fall - the fight burning out of her gaze - a snuffed star. She crosses her arms before turning away from him. Defensive as ever. “Six months,” she finally admits.

His nostrils flare - his heart leaping in the cage of his ribs. “You’ve been fighting for six fucking months on a half tank?”

Her lips quirk - the brief shine of wryness. “More like a third.”

His metal hand curls into a fist - tightening until it hurts. “You want to get yourself killed?”

“No.”

When she whirls back around to face him, her eyes are red and glassy. Bucky pauses. His anger slows before it’s watered down completely. She exhales - pulling her lower lip between her teeth as she tries to control her emotions. It’s a losing battle because her brows draw together and a sob cracks from her lips.

“Sweetheart...,” he breathes as the air changes. Her despair slamming into him with the strength of a freight train. He hates to see her cry.

It’s unsaid - it’s a silent understanding. Bucky opens his arms and she launches herself at him. She twists her fingers into his thin black shirt and tugs him close - as close as she can until they’re pressed together in the shadow-drenched bedroom.

He cradles the back of her head - savoring the warmth of her - the fever-hot softness of her body on his. Her hair smelling like gunshot and lavender. He had missed her. He had longed for her unconsciously - consciously - every hour of every day until it had bled into a simple feeling - an innate acceptance that he would always miss her and want her because he couldn’t have her completely.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpers. “I don’t know why I’m crying. Fuck - I have no idea why I’m this sad.”

He kisses her temple as he strokes her back - slow and steady - anchoring her to him. “You’ve been through a lot.”

“I feel like something’s missing - taken - and I don’t know - don’t know what I’m doing. I can barely keep my senses together - my strength. It’s every day, Bucky. The fighting. I’m under Waller’s thumb and I can’t get out - I can’t.”

She’s not making the most sense, but Bucky lets her vent. He lets her push her face into his chest as her tears wet the fabric of his shirt.

“We can figure out Waller at another time, but...for now...I can help you with the weak part,” he suggests. “I can help you as I always have.”

“I-I’m trying not to do that.”

He pulls away to look at her. “Why?”

“It feels wrong,” she admits. “Using people like that to fix myself.”

“It’s not,” he says. “I’m consenting to this. I want this. I’m going in eyes wide open.”

The curve of her mouth twitches as she traces a pattern across his abdomen - moving steadily down as he encourages her with sugar-words. Honey. Baby. Darlin. Doll.

“Let me help you,” he begs as he presses a kiss to her brow. “Let me fuck you.” He leaves another on her cheek. “Let me worship you. I missed you. Let me taste that cunt.” He kisses her lips - his tongue darting past the seam and licking.

She shudders - curling into him. His hand is between her legs - thumb over her clit as he slides his fingers lower - probing them at the hot-velvet entrance before he slides them inside her. She gasps - clenching around his knuckles. He strokes deep - massages that fleshy interior - the spots he knows will get her to flood him.

“Wait,” she whispers and he stops immediately. “It - it would be better if - if Rick was here, too.” She ducks her head - thighs tightening around his hand.

He doesn’t want to be angry. He doesn’t.

“Why?”

“He’s the other part - the other man who has that piece of me. I gave it to him. It’ll - it’ll truly get me back to where I was.”

Bucky bites the inside of his mouth, but he understands.

“Well then go get him.”

***

She knows that asking Bucky for this is a lot. She knows that asking Rick for this is a lot. They barely know each other and yet she feels for both of them. She saved them and gave them herself as a result. It’s like she’s lost a rib - a lung - pink and red organs.

They go along with it - accept it - and she’s grateful.

She had fucked Rick after she’d saved him, but she had decidedly not taken his spirit - his energy. Too dangerous. Too close to his near-fatal event. She had waited and waited and it just didn’t feel right to steal from him.

He knew what she was.

She doesn’t quite think it’s love. She doesn’t know exactly what it is, but she does believe that it’s something worth keeping. It’s something worth exploring.

They move like the soldiers they are. Strategy to strength. They can’t break her. Not really.

“Harder,” she pleads as Rick moves in her - as his cock drives up into the clutch of her sex. Bucky’s metal fingers are firm around her throat - fingers wide as he keeps her locked in place.

He guides his dick inside her ass, lurching her into Rick. Her bare nipples drag across his pecs and he captures one in his mouth - teeth scraping over the sensitive flesh.

“That’s a good girl,” Bucky praises as he wedges himself through that tight ring of muscle - inch by inch. “Relax, sweetheart. Relax - let us take care of you.” His fingers are cold and unrelenting, but she does as he says.

Rick kisses her hard - his tongue heavy in her mouth as he twitches inside her. His hips snap up as Bucky draws back. Push and press and that’s fucking it - just like that - shit baby cum all over me.

She’s lost to it - climax crashing into the next as her pussy coils around his cock - as her ass burns and feels too full. Their strokes are deep and undulating and she thinks she might split apart. She’s overwhelmed - stretched taut as a bowstring. Bucky sinks his teeth into her throat and she shrieks.

She’s raw - a soft-torn nerve. She’s getting stronger though. The pleasure ripples through her core and builds back her losses - reforms those jagged edges that saving these two men had left.

I’d do it again. I’d do it every time.

She means that. They’re good men - well worth dying for. As they fuck her, hips rolling into her giving flesh with sharp thrusts, she loses her words. She’s out of them.

Bucky’s breath fans across her cheek. Rick’s kiss burns her jaw.

It doesn’t take much longer for them to finish. She bottles up tight and rips their orgasms from them.

Bucky lifts her clear off Rick and tosses her on the bed - he slides down her body - tongue laving over the surface of her belly - her mound before he hits home with the swollen lips of her cunt. He noses at her clit - her folds - and it makes her quiver at the primal urgency sweeping through his bones. He continues - metal fingers tangling with hers as he sinks his tongue into the mess of her sex. She’s still dripping with Rick, but Bucky doesn’t seem to care. He spreads the hood of her pussy so he can access her overworked clit - suckling and lapping like a man possessed.

Rick grips her chin and kisses her soundly. She’s on fire - scorched earth and virulent chemicals and oh - fuck - right there -

She comes apart on Bucky’s tongue - knees crashing together over his head. She yanks at his long hair - pelvis knocking up into his face in want want - please -

“Fuck baby,” he muses. “Got me all wet.”

He returns to her mouth - his tongue drenched in the three of them. It tastes like salt and flesh and sweat and spit. Earthy and sure. It’s too good - gets her high. She doesn’t want it to end and she can't let it fade. They're a part of her now - they're screwed in tight.