#time to go buck wild with this tags oh boy

[dagensgod]

guess who just got redesigned :^)

[buddierecs]

jealous!eddie diaz buddie fics

all explicit rating - 18+ only!!!! make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

something touched me (like a knife-blade) by: kithmet "eddie self-implodes. christopher, seeking refuge, flees to buck—whose priorities amount to, in varying order: take in the kid, get eddie to talk to him, and keep the three of them afloat in the process. (oh, and tommy’s there too. he thinks.)" word count: 42k important tags: co-parenting, emotional infidelity, possessive behaviour, sexuality crisis, mutual pining, getting together, anal sex, masturbation good pretender by: likeshipsonthesea "an au where buck broke up with taylor before 5b, ravi and buck become (actually platonic) friends with benefits, and ravi, eddie, and buck all go on a journey of self-discovery that ends with them all getting what they need" word count: 85k important tags: fwb!ravi/buck, outsider pov, friends to loves, communication, pining, ptsd, mutual pining, self-worth issues, therapy, anal sex, making out everything (nothing) has changed by: bizarrestars "after eddie gets shot, buck confesses his love. from there, things get a little out of hand." word count: 48k important tags: love confessions, coming out, angst, humor i could get lost in the feelings (just say that you belong to me) by: wikiangela "buck's going on a date, eddie's so jealous he finally snaps and reveals his feelings, which leads to a passionate evening in buck's kitchen." word count: 15k important tags: first time, possessive sex, kitchen sex, blow jobs, anal sex, porn with feeling, multiple orgasms, riding driving me wild by: smilingbuckley "after a drunk night of karaoke and fun, buck wakes up hungover with DIAZ tattooed on his lower back. chimney, who was with him that drunken night, helps buck hide it from the rest of the team, but it makes them think something else going on but then Eddie finds out anyways, with a reaction better than buck could've hoped for." word count: 4.7k important tags: possessive!eddie diaz, getting together, body worship, anal sex, comeplay, friends to lovers, marriage proposal skin/heat/hair in your mouth by: fleetinghearts "eddie’s bad at camping, buck’s trying to make sure he doesn’t get hypothermia, and naked huddling for warmth is only like the third gayest thing happening in the great outdoors" word count: 8.8k important tags: camping, getting together, love confessions, non-sexual intimacy, semi-public sex, blow jobs, dry humping, praise kink 5 times eddie was jealous and 1 time he didn't have to be by: sassysquatch buck makes a new friend. they sometimes have sex. eddie hates the guy, but can't quite figure out why. word count: 14k important tags: 5+1 things, minor buck/oc, mutual pining, friends to lovers, explicit sexual content eddie, enraged and envious by: songbvrd "eddie goes through the stages of grief watching buck and tommy together and gets progressively more unhinged as his jealousy builds." word count: 23k important tags: slow burn, possessive!eddie diaz, idiots in love, panic attacks, pining, mild smut i can see you (up against the wall with me) by: champagne_for_breakfast "another cowboy hat fic inspired by ryan guzman and his appearance in everybody wants some!!" word count: 9.3k important tags: cowboy hats, riding, praise kink, idiots in love, oblivious!evan buckley drink up (you're wasted on me) by: okanus "eddie and buck hook up at the bachelor party. difficulties ensue." word count: 9.5k important tags: infidelity, flirting, sexual tension, first time, drunk sex, praise kink, possessive!eddie diaz me and my wild boy, all of this wild joy by: audreylorriane "eddie and buck love each other but don’t know how to say it, until they do." word count: 12k important tags: angst, fluff, soft!buddie, pining, idiots in love, praise kink, rimming, blow jobs, anal sex, size kink, cock slut!eddie diaz

[snowblossomreads]

Day 3: The Snowball Effect

Pairing: Eli Michaelson x StudentFem!Reader

Summary: [Y/n] goes to her professor in need of a lesson of how chemical reactions work. They opt for a more practical demonstration.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): age gap, student/professor. dubious moral, oral (male receiving) and a wild usage of the prompt (throws holy water at myself)

Word Count: 2.1K

A/N: @deepperplexity I want to apologize for the way I used this prompt. 🤣It's a reflection of me as a person and I am flawed LOL. Thank you for understanding. Now lets get to the story while I go get some help 🤣🤣

MDNI

A different way to describe a chain reaction as he told [Y/n] was to imagine a snowball going down a hill and accumulating more snow as it went down before finally accumulating enough to cause an avalanche.

He explained to her that she should focus on how the snowball rolling down hill was the initiation of the reaction, followed by propagation - it accumulating more snow as it rolled down the hill becoming an avalanche at the end and finally, the termination of the reaction. When the avalanche finally comes to a stop and loses all its momentum and forward energy. That's how he said she should think about it.

After the explanation, he asked her if she had any more questions as she had stared at him with a bit of a confused twinkle in her eye. And something more.

"Dr. Michaelson-."

"Eli dear call me Eli."

"Eli I've never seen snow before. I think I might need a more practical example of this."

Who was he to not oblige his pretty little undergrad who had come to him for help?

"A practical demonstration you say? Well you're in luck," he drawled, a hungry grin on his lips as he eyed the woman sitting across from him who was shamelessly rubbing her thighs together already, excited for what was to come. "It just so happens that I was going to add one of those practical demonstrations to my syllabus. Mind helping me see how effective it is in teaching?"

She didn't even have to think about her answer as she popped up from her seat quickly and walked around the desk to his side only to find him rubbing his already freed cock that had an angry red looking head that seemed ready to burst.

When had he had time to do that?

Never mind that she was more interested in the demonstration as he had so called it as she dropped to her knees in front of him. Maybe she shouldn't have worn the skirt considering how seasonally cold the floor was. She should ask him to turn on the heat next time knowing he would probably continue to insist on her wearing something well…accessible.

Turning his chair so that he was facing her and she was facing his cock, Eli removed his hand from himself before directing the kneeling woman to wrap her hand around him firmly but not too tightly.

"That's right wrap your fingers around it and feel free to squeeze oh that's it," he hissed as her cooler digits did as he commanded causing his hips bucking up at the temperature contrast. The contrast of temperatures brought an interesting sensation that was not at all unpleasurable as his cock twitched at the feeling.

"Good girl that's right, now go ahead and move your hand up and down and keep that grip of yours," he directed in a low grunt as she did as he told her.

"Like this sir?" She asked with a tone of innocence as she began to pump the thick member with a practiced paced that he wondered if she had been practicing with any of the boys in her class.

No no, he kept her occupied enough.

"Exactly ah fuck you learn quick don't you," he praised letting out a loud sigh of pleasure to let her know how much he was enjoying the hand job.

"Now open that mouth of yours and lick all around the tip, don't forget the slit ugh fuck yes that's my girl…then I want you to fuck your mouth with my cock can you do that?"

"Yes sir," she answered with no hesitation as she bowed her head, fingers still pumping his pulsing member before she was flicking her tongue around his tip and tasting the warm velvet flesh.

She tested the waters with light kitten licks around the head and small kisses before dipping her tongue in the sensitive slit that had Eli grabbing the arms of his chair and thrusting upwards involuntarily.

"Ugh Uhhn!"

Someone was sensitive today she thought briefly but she had no qualms about that as she continued doing as he had told her. She did enjoy hearing his grunts and groans as she alternated between rubbing his slit with her thumb, smearing him arousal and licking him clean. The salty tang of him was addicting as she swallowed the liquid each time it touched the tip of her tongue and soon enough she was sucking him off with her cheeks hollowed and noisy moans leaving her.

She bobbed her head up and down on his shaft while her hands grabbed at his thighs for purchase as she took more of him down her throat with each pass of her lips. Over and over wet gags filled the room along with expletives coming from Eli who was letting her do all the work of demonstrating his practical explanation of what a snowball effect looked like.

Though she wasn't sure if they were quite there yet.

"Fuck that's it use that little greedy mouth, fuck naughty little thing," he praised as she moaned and gagged on him yet went to take more until she was burying her face in his lap at one point.

It drew out a loud elongated raspy groan from the older man as he sat upright suddenly from the shock of pleasure that filled his veins. His sudden action caused his cock to slide deeper down her throat than she was prepared for causing her to almost choke. Yet she held her composure only letting out a loud whimper as he began to lift his hips up slowly thrusting into her already stuffed mouth.

"Oh god I'm enjoying this, ugh so much fuck gonna come in that little mouth of yours," he loudly grunted as his hand found the back of her head and began to push it down in tandem with his thrusts. "Don't swallow do you fuck understand? It's essential you keep all my semen in you mouth when I come!"

"Mhmmh mhmm!" She could only hum her understanding which only caused his cock to feel like it had hardened even more in her mouth at the vibrations.

That only meant one thing, and within in a few more moments of thrusting he came with a noisy shout of her name as as his sticky salty seed began to coat the inside of her mouth.

It was so much that she was scared he might drown her with it as he had told her not to swallow and she was keen on obeying. Thankfully he must have known how much she could take as he was pushing her off his cock only to have a few spurts paint her face causing her to let out a garbled whine.

She held her mouth closed though as she watched him lean back on his chair. Hair and shirt disheveled, face red and sweat beading on his forehead from the exertion of well...having her give him a blowjob for the sake of education.

"Now come sit here," he panted out pointing at his lap. "Open your mouth and let's see if we've collected enough of our test sample."

Scrambling up from the floor, she quickly planted herself on the knee of his spread legs before opening her mouth showing the pearly liquid that she held in her mouth.

Humming in approval at the sight, Eli ran his hand up her body before giving her tit a nice firm squeeze causing her to shut her mouth and groan at his touch.

"Excellent, with that we can do the actual demonstration, all you need to do is kiss me to start the reaction, oh you like the sound of that don't you?" He teased when she let out a low whine at his direction that was accompanied by him squeezing her side causing her to make another squeak.

"After that you just need to deposit our sample into my mouth, and then I'll give it back to you, and we'll do it oh about five times should be enough to get the point across. We can redo it later if we need to try again. Now come on let's get to work."

Hand cupping the back of her head and pushing it forward without warning, Eli pressed his lips against the woman's harshly licking at the seams of it before she was opening them and letting his cum slip into his mouth.

He groaned at the taste as it was now mixed with her saliva making it even sticker as he added his own before swapping it with her again. It was a messy process and [Y/n] was sure there was a bit running down her chin but it didn't stop her from letting him spit the substance in her open and waiting mouth before she was adding more to the mess.

They did this five times as he instructed, each time the ball of saliva and cum mixing before it was back in [Y/n]'s mouth causing her to puff her cheeks as the volume of liquid had indeed increased with them swapping it back and forth.

Taking a pleased look at her, Eli swooped down and gave her one last kiss before commanding her to.

"Swallow."

She did with a barely audible 'gulp' as he watched with a devious smirk plastered on his face.

"And that's what we call a snowball effect, I think it's a great way to teach don't you think?"

"Mhmm, but I think we may need to retry it.”

"Really and why's that?"

"Well Eli I think the sample loss some of it's volume due to human error," she pointed out, though her voice took on a teasing tone as she swiped some of the cum that had landed on her cheek and proceeded to suck it off her digits. His eyes followed her movements and he let out a soft groan, shifting in his seat as he felt his cock twitch at her salacious action.

"And I want to make sure I have a concrete understanding. Can't let my professor down now can I?"

Smirking at her 'reasoning' the older man could only let out a amused laugh before his hand trailed down and squeezed her ass causing her to moan and push herself closer to him.

"Such a studious student Ms. [Y/n], well then, let's repeat the expriment and see if we can improve our sample collection technique."

A/N: I just I'm so sorry LOLOLOL. No actually I'm not 🤣I hope u guys enjoyed this unhinged mess.

[daffi-990]

✨ Inspiration Saturday ✨

Kicking things off and I just want to say a huge thank you to everyone for your encouragement and support on my last snippet. I was not in a great headspace, but after having a friend read over what I was struggling with (seriously thank you so much @callmenewbie 💙💙💙), I’m feeling a lot better about it and my fic.

Inspiration struck me this morning while out on my run and I was able to get started on chapter 3 of Rival Firefighters 🚒 . So here’s a little taste of what my brain conjured up …

As the water flows down his body, a satisfied groan falls from his mouth.

“I sure hope that groan wasn’t self pleasure related, because I’m not sure we could come back from that.”

Buck turns his face out from under the spray and flashes Chim a shit eating grin as he gets into the stall next to Buck’s. Chim turns his shower on and Buck’s water pressure drops slightly as the pipes make a small groan at the added water demand.

“Oh, I’m saving all my self pleasure for when I get home and I don’t have to keep quiet.”

Chim huffs out a laugh. “Don’t you live with like five roommates?”

“Yeah, but it’s almost 9am,” Buck grabs the soap and begins scrubbing himself, “and by the time I get home they’ll have all gone to work. So I’ll have the place to myself.” He wiggles his eyebrows playfully at Chim.

“Not going to try and hit a breakfast bar or something for someone to take home?”

Buck starts rinsing himself off. “Nah, I’ve got some excellent spank material I want to test drive.” His hand brushes over his cock and he feels anticipation build in his blood. He quickly rinses off and moves his hand away, not wanting to work himself up in a way that would make it obvious to everyone else that Buck is feeling horny.

Without skipping a beat, Chim replies, “Diaz work you up that much?”

Shutting off the water and stepping out of the stall, towel wrapped tightly around his waist, Buck shoots Chim a puzzled look. Had he seen Diaz shove him up against the engine and Buck practically melt into a puddle?

“Kid, every time your paths cross, you two crash together in a very school yard display of flirting. If Diaz had pigtails, you’d be pulling them.” Chim raises an eyebrow at him as if to say well am I wrong? And okay, he definitely isn’t. Buck knows he’s flirting like a little school boy, but it’s just so fun to see Diaz react. “Just figured after he tackled and ended up on top of you, your mind would have some uh … thoughts.”

“Oh, I’ve definitely got some thoughts.” Buck says as he slips his underwear on. And he’s going to let those thoughts play out as soon as he’s home. He doesn’t have plans, so he’s got the whole day to let his imagination run wild. He might go out later and find someone to help him live out some of them if he’s feeling the extra uh, need. But for now, he’s content with his right hand and a suction cup dildo thank you very much.

He’s buttoning up his jeans, shirt in his hand, when Anderson pops his head in.

“Buckley, you’ve got a visitor.”

No pressure tagging 😘: @callmenewbie @thewolvesof1998 @malewifediaz @wikiangela @hippolotamus @loserdiaz @lover-of-mine @fortheloveofbuddie @jeeyuns @monsterrae1 @exhuastedpigeon @eddiebabygirldiaz @spotsandsocks @captain-hen @ladydorian05 @jesuisici33 @honestlydarkprincess @hoodie-buck @giddyupbuck @athenagranted @sibylsleaves @devirnis @disasterbuckdiaz @watchyourbuck @weewootruck @wildlife4life @rainbow-nerdss @rewritetheending @the-likesofus @mellaithwen and as always, any one else who has something they want to share xx

[aceofwhump]

Hi Ace! How are you? I was going to ask if you have any fic recommendations of 911?

Oh my god yes so many lol. I hope you like Buck whump, gen, 118 family stuff!

Bring me back by Stennerd Summary: It's been months since the tsunami and Buck had been doing just fine. All it took was walking through water to bring it all crashing back.

Kindness: What Connects Us by FandomLife54 Summary: Still off balance, Buck slams his left heel onto the roof, heaving forward to catch the collar of that yellow shirt. And there’s no conscious decision making here. It’s all instinct, and he’s grateful for it. If he’d given his overzealous mind the chance to consider another way, he would have missed his shot. Instead, his arms hurl the boy into the hands of another survivor… And his right foot misses the edge. OR Buck catches Chris before he rolls off the firetruck, and it's him who falls back into the retreating waters of the tsunami. Unconscious and seriously injured, he's unaware that his team has been searching for him, never giving up as the days pass.

Of Bikes and Concussions by datleggy Summary: Buck gets into an accident on his way to work in the morning, and before he can explain why he's late, he gets thoroughly chewed out and the rest of his day goes way downhill from there.

denial's hard, breathing's harder by carefulren Summary: After a water rescue that almost ends badly, Buck comes down with a cold. At least, that's what he keeps telling himself despite getting worse.

What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger...Right? by McGeeklover Summary: Four Times we could've seen so much more Buck Whump, Eddie caring and 118 protectiveness and one time it could've been a lot worse.

Radio Silence by madamewriterofwrongs Summary: “Don’t worry, we’re on our way to you.” “No.” His halting voice echoed through the radios gathered around the truck and everyone stopped. Eddie kept running. “The whole quadrant’s unstable. Sweep’s done. It’s not safe.” Bobby was going to have a long talk with him about his self-sacrificing habits. For now, he kept his words calm and authoritative; for both their sakes. “None of that, you just hold still. Are you injured?” There was silence. Around him, the paramedics and firefighters of the 118 waited with bated breath. “Pretty bad.” There was little humor in his voice, though they could hear him trying. “My head. And uh, hahaha,” his laughter came as a gust of air. “I’ve been impaled?”

Safe by MadalineGrace Summary: Arguably, a fire station was one of the safest places to be. Where else could someone be surrounded by powerful rescue equipment, stores of medical supplies, and a dozen highly trained first responders? In the event of an emergency, there were few places Buck would rather be. Maybe his love for the job had clouded his thinking, lulled him into a false sense of security, he mused as he stared at the growing lake of blood beneath him. After today, it was safe to say that that illusion had been shattered…

We Lived Through the Wreck of Our Hearts by soft_satan for autumnchills Summary: When the door to the supply closet burst open, Eddie skidded to a stop only feet away from them, his blood turning ice cold in his veins. A tall, wild eyed man had an arm wrapped around Buck’s neck and a gun pressed to the side of his head

Here Comes the Boom by valix33 Summary: 5 times someone new learns about Buck’s fear of thunderstorms post lightning strike and 1 time everyone is prepared. Canon through 7x05. More character tags will be added with each chapter but trust the entire 118 family will feature here.

[madroxed]

Fic Writer Interview

i was tagged (ages ago, oops) by the wonderful @lafaerie to do this 💖

i'll tag @jamesandanthony, @lavellenchanted, @shanastoryteller, @coyotesuspect, @doreyg & @floating-in-the-blue but zero pressure.

How many works do you have on ao3?

96 on my main and 22 on my secondary, but i've orphaned at least another, idk, 60? over the years, and there's some fics lost to the chasm of time that is livejournal and prior out there to never be found again.

What’s your total word count?

351,946

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

then you'll wake up, your left hand man, pocketful of sunshine, only by chance, when there's no ground. all are shadowhunters/mortal instruments fic, which is a surprise to exactly no one.

Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

i do initially, and then i am terrible for not replying after a certain time which is something i'm working on. it's entirely an anxiety thing, and very silly, but if i don't answer right away i feel like it's too late? idk, i'm trying to be better at it.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

i'm not known for my angst, let's be honest, so i'm going to put end of eras (haunting of hill house, luke & nell) here because it's hohh, angst is a given, and also mayyyyybe still my heart this moment and tell me you'll remember (both glee, sam/blaine) which also deal with character death but, like? in a not totally sad way? one's ghosts and one's immortality/reincarnation soooo. i think they count.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

as a happy ending truther, this could apply to practically all of them, but let's go with be in my book (bridgerton, penelope/benedict) which is about as fluffy a fic as they come.

Do you write crossovers?

i used to, back in the wild old days of comment ficathons and crossover comms on lj, but i haven't in years. definitely would, just would have to really think it through now.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

once that i can think of, which was very silly and obviously sent by someone who was deliberately reading fic they weren't going to enjoy.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i have been known to, on very rare occasions. my most recently posted fic is actually 911 buck/tommy smut (find peace in the noise) which i wrote almost entirely because of the group chat. it's not necessarily my go-to, but if the mood strikes.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

yes.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes, a couple.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

not in years, but i used to co-write a lot with a friend in the lj days. i'm not fantastic at co-writing, if only because i am useless with time management.

What's your all-time favourite ship?

i'm not sure i have an answer to this. i sort of just collect ultimate otps and store them and they pile up, so i don't have just one. some i come back to more often than others, but i've definitely been in too many fandoms to have any less than a dozen.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

oh boy, yeah, any? all? i am notoriously bad about this. if i don't write a fic to completion and then post it, the chance of it getting finished are nil. i have one wip on my ao3 (build it better (the second time around), the order, knights poly) that i started before the second season had aired, and every part of me wants to finish it but...we'll see. maybe one day. the part written docs on my computer for dozens of other fics though? coin toss.

What are your writing strengths?

i think i'm pretty good at characterisation. i like how i write dialogue. i think i'm able to say a lot in few words. other than that, who knows. i have a blast with it most the time? that's definitely a strength.

What are your writing weaknesses?

actually sitting down and writing, let's be honest. but otherwise, long fic and plotting are definitely not things i'm great at. i'm trying to get better at extending my word count, but detailed plots still largely elude me.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i try not to, as i am - alas - a lazy english speaker who never picked up another language remotely fluently. and no one trusts online translation tools.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

either buffy or hp, i can't remember exactly.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

i am currently working on some jack/kent (check please) fics (finally - they are one of the dozen that fits into that otp question), which feels terrifying because i love them so much. i also have a couple of stranger things fics i'm thinking about.

i'm notorious for dropping one fic in a fandom and then nothing else ever again, so i'll write for pretty much anything.

What's your favourite fic you've written?

though the truth may vary (shadowhunters, simon/raphael). (i actually started an author's favourites series on ao3 a while back which felt huge, and i've only put four fics in it, oops.)

[queerdiazs]

snippet sunday 🫧

hi friends, it's been a long, long day but oh boy i had a great dinner and changed my ao3 username to add a little bit of spice to my life???

anyway, i was tagged by @exhuastedpigeon, @hippolotamus, @thewolvesof1998, @try-set-me-on-fire, @honestlydarkprincess, @alyxmastershipper, @wildlife4life, @wikiangela, @disasterbuckdiaz, and @giddyupbuck to share

this is from the heart attack fic, where jonah gets hold of eddie and buck quite literally goes wild 🫶🏼

(i'm half sure i've shared this before but pretend it's your first time seeing it)

“Eddie?” He taps his fingertips against Eddie’s temples, laughing brokenly when Eddie’s big brown eyes flutter open. “Open your eyes, Eddie.”  Eddie blinks once, twice, three times before he has enough strength to keep his eyes open. “Buck?” he says, dry and slurred and too soft, too quiet. His head lolls to the side, loose and limp, and Buck holds him steady. “Is that—” “It’s me,” Buck interrupts, nodding, and lists forward so Eddie can see him better. His eyes are open but empty, rimmed with red and unseeing, and terror makes Buck’s frame quake. It’s like the goddamn shooting all over again. “I’m here.”  Eddie blinks again and then, abrupt and horrified, his eyes fill with tears that roll down his cheeks in fat rivers, scalding Buck’s wrists where they land. “I didn’t wanna go,” he whispers, a garbled sentence that settles like gravel in Buck’s tummy. “I didn’t wanna go, Buck. I didn’t want—”  The monitor makes a shrill, grotesque wail and Eddie’s eyes roll in the back of his head. Buck looks over his shoulder at Jonah, who’s picking himself up off the asphalt and digging tiny rocks out of the palms of his hands with no a care in the world.  “What’d you do to him, Jonah?”  Jonah smirks, a gnarled thing, and shrugs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Buckley.” 

i'm gonna take a risk since it's so late in the day and tag @shitouttabuck, @loserdiaz, @jeeyuns, @eowon, @eddiediaztho, @callmenewbie, and whoever else wants to share pls consider yourself tagged <3

[lu-lus-dicks]

Hi~

I made part 2!

I never wrote sex scenes before so it's probably pretty bad but I tried my best 😅

Alastor's tentacles tear both of his captives' clothes, neither of them has time to take a breather as his tentacles grip Lucifer's head and smash his mouth (still dirty with worm mush vomit) on Vox's dick.

The radio demon approaches the tvhead and uses a needle, given to him by a wild Nifty that jumped out of his trashcan, to make a hole in both of his nipples.

The tv lets out a static-y scream and tries to wriggle away as he put one worm in both of the newformed wounds.

Lucifer seems to not have received the memo so Alastor uses his tentacles to force his mouth open and shoves Vox's dick in it.

They wriggle, moan and keep a steady pace unsure if they're in pain, turned on or grossed out.

One of the tentacles chokes his majesty, forcing him to suck Vox harder to try and gasp for air feeling all the battery acid taste of his precum.

Suddenly the tentacles separates them and pull them up in a standing position, squishing their parts against each other's.

Out of the shadows Alastor pulls out a jar, like the ones where his grandma used to put jam, and it's so filled with worms that they barely have any space to wriggle.

He opens the lid and one of his tentacles shoves it on both of his captives' dicks, like a living and slimy fleshlight.

It brings it up and down in a faster and faster pace overstimulating the hell out of them.

"I-I...I'm cloOse!" says Vox gasping for air and bucking his hips against the King's.

"Ah ah ah, not so fast" says the radio demon removing the jar.

"You asked to be filled with more worms afterall, didn't you?" he says grinning maniacally.

"Y-yes?"

"Good boy"

Vox hasn't finished elaborating what his archenemy just said as he feels an awful pain in his lower regions and starts screaming.

He looks down and sees with horror two tendrils keeping his cockhole open as another one pushes a worm inside of it.

The Tv head is overstimulated and he doesn't even know in which way.

Once the worm's completely in, wriggling its way further inside, the tentacles bring back the jar where it was and pumps it faster and faster.

At some point Lucifer deems the pace not quick enough so he takes the matter in his own hands, literally, and pushes Vox on Alastor's chair while pumping the jar at a quicker pace.

They're arching their backs, biting each other to the bone and grinding faster and faster trying to reach satisfaction.

Vox's the first to reach it as he lets out a long and loud autotuned moan that could rilval Angeldust.

The King screams in pain as Vox's cum is literal sparks of electricity, it's as strong as a taser and yet this gives Lucifer the best orgasm of his life.

The both of them pass out.

They wake up hearing their own voices screaming and moaning.

Nifty's sitting on the ground, phone in hand watching again and again their sextape.

"Delete that! Delete that immediately!"

"Hell no, this will bring me the Diamond Play Button!"

"IT'S ON YOUTUBE?????"

"Yeah, and it already has thousands of views!"

"YOU LITTL-"

"Where's Alastor?"

"Oh, he went to take over Voxtec over an hour ago"

"HE WHAT????"

Vox pushes the King off of him and tries to sprint towards the door, he fails miserably and tumbles down the stairs

Btw, I made a sideblog.

Nothing is posted yet but it exists.

https://www.tumblr.com/notsafe4worms?source=share

Again, tagging the hoes @nunalastor

Secondly, followed. Notsafe4worms is so fuckin funny

I just woke up by the way. This is a treat to read. I love your twisted little mind <3 hot af, will reread this multiple times.

Also, you used vox cums in autotune and I am going to fucking orgasm on the spot rn. I love when people make shit for me like that

[jungle-angel]

Here I Am (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett have watched your youngest son and child grow in his own right. Now that he’s a man, you’re prouder than ever of him

Notes: Based off of my favorite song, this gem of a piece which fits our favorite horny cowboy like his own hat (lol). 

Tagging: @rhettabbotts @sebsxphia @lt-bradshaw @fridamoss and @nobody7102​

Rhett gripped your hand in his, waiting nervously as the crowd’s cheering began to reach fever pitch. Rodeo season was always toughest for you and him ever since your youngest had begun to follow in his father’s footsteps. 

No one had ever thought in a million years that Dallas Russel Abbott would have come this far. It seemed like yesterday that he was only a tiny little preemie baby that had been found in a box outside the Handsome Gambler. You and Rhett had fought a long, drawn out battle in the Amelia County courts and after two weeks from hell, Dallas was officially adopted into your ever growing family. 

That was twenty one years ago. 

Now you and Rhett were in the stands with the rest of the Abbott clan, your close friends from over the hill, the Redwoods, along with Billy and Shania Tillerson, all of you waiting for those gates to open and that bull to come flying out with Dallas on his back. 

“Oh God I’m so nervous,” you breathed. 

“(Y/n), baby, it’s gonna be ok,” Rhett assured you, giving your hand a squeeze. “The boy knows what he’s doin.” 

You heaved another sigh, waiting and waiting. Already you had seen three grown men get bucked off and you hated to see your son go through that. The worst he had ever gotten so far was a shiner under his left eye, but you and Rhett both feared that it could lead to worse. 

“We welcome from our own town of Wabang, Wyoming, Number Fifty-Four, Dallas Abbott!!” the MC announced excitedly. 

The bell rang and out of the gates came the most ornery son of a bitch you had ever seen, a fully grown bull that had been aptly named Big Mac for his sheer size. You both held your breath as you watched Dallas hanging on for dear life, moving into the movements of the bull instead of against them. 

“Oh my God, Mom, he’s gonna get bucked off!” Hannah blurted out nervously.

“Hannah it’s still early yet, don’t get scared,” Rhett told her. 

Fifteen seconds. Fifteen, heart pounding, sweat inducing seconds was all it took before Dallas finally let go and rolled into the dirt, staggering to his feet and shaking off the impact before the crowd went absolutely wild. 

“Ladies and Gentleman, your first year champion, Dallas Abbott!!!” 

You and Rhett were two of the first to jump into the ring, rushing to your son who was immediately scooped up into his father’s arms with others beginning to rush and crowd around. 

“I did it Pa,” Dallas said through his excited tears that began streaming down his face. “I won my first. I fuckin did it!” 

“I’m proud of you son,” Rhett choked. “I’m so fuckin proud of you!” 

There was one more face in the crowd that night, though you two didn’t know it. Dallas’s fiance’, Angel, pushed her way through the crowd in her army camos, her patrol cap perched on her head, black hair tied in a tight bun at the back of her head and a single eagle feather tucked into her hair. 

“Dallas!!” she called. “DALLAS!!!” 

Dallas let go of Rhett and immediately ran to her, catching her in his arms and practically lifting her off the ground before pressing a searing kiss to her lips. 

Some time after, the black and white photo of Dallas and Angel’s famous kiss ended up hanging on the hallway wall back at the house. Every time you and Rhett passed by it, you both remembered how far your son had come and ever after. 

[thebogiscoming]

hey i'm lucifer, static or just anything within reason

(don't be mean even if it's playful i will cry (half joking))

and i'm here to introduce myself

really quick persona doodle i made just for this. not the best but oh well

DNI if you're transphobic, xenophobic, homophobic, racist, a proshipper/comshipper/etc, sexist, a zionist, pro-endo, and if you hate furries (i am a furry) and/or therians (they aren't doing anything wrong)

i use any genderless pronouns (literally any of them go buck wild) and then also he/him i guess. if you want a label, nuh uh

i really am not a boy (i checked) but hell if being called sir/king/boy isn't the BEST idk what is

i'm a minor. if you're gonna be sexual do it somewhere else.

I LOVE LOVE LOVE DANCING AND SPINNING AND SINGING AND DRESSING UP EXPRESSING MYSELF!!!!

"local" cryptid kid (i'm in canada somewhere)

kinda planning an object show? i've currently got an incomplete cast and no storyline yet but some of my friends are willing to VA the characters which i really appreciate. (i'll try to tag all related posts!)

green is my favorite color!!

i have a big imagination and go to sleep after acting out boundless stories in my head and in my bed because it's sleepy time

sometimes i creature around my house really fast

^^ example

may/may not have adhd. both of my parents have it i think, and my dad frequently says "we have the same kind of adhd" so there's that!

i draw with krita, and sometimes even mspaint if i'm feeling like it

i love bugs sm, favorite bug is the stag beetle but that can change

i'm a furry, i don't currently have a fursona

i want to become a voice actor for a job sometime, that'd be pretty cool i think

if you want to see purely only original content i'm tryna start implementing stuff like #lucifer's ramblings or maybe my own art tag if i'm feeling fancy

that's me!! if you want to find out what i like, scroll for a while. if you end up following me, i might follow back if we have similar tastes :D

[loveaffaire]

Listen to me… dad’s friend!Bucky + reader

Bonus points if Steve is the father of the reader jensjsks

Almost Caught

Pairing: Dad’s bestfriend!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings/tags: mentions of sex, making out, slight hair pulling, pet names (doll), age gap (reader is 21 and Bucky is… 106), Steve cameo<3, reader calls Steve ‘daddy’ but in a normal father way, obviously🧍🏻‍♀️& credits to The Amazing Spider-Man for the cocoa scene (so TASM spoilers? lol)— 18+ (MINORS DNI)

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: y’all wild, Steve is gonna beat the shit out of his old pal, Buck, if he ever found out🤠

🤍Written for my 1k sleepover🤍

You were laying on your bed and scrolling through social media when you heard your window glass sliding up, your head shot up and there he was, Bucky.

“Fuck” Bucky whispered, almost breaking the vase on your study table as he practically crawled through your window and fell on the hard floor of your room.

You giggled, eyes quickly checking for the lock on your door and making sure it was locked.

“Bucky!” You gushed, getting off the bed and walking to where Bucky was still sitting on the floor, brushing his jeans off.

“You need to tell Steve that you need a bigger, wider window” he said, slightly pouting.

“And tell him what?” You rolled your eyes, “Dad, your best friend sneaks into my room every night and it’s tough for him to get through my small window, can we please get a wider window?”

He smiled, any sign of distress leaving his face when his eyes landed on your face, “shut up”

He stood up, his 6'0" figure hovering over you as he looked down at you with a glint in his blue eyes, “come here, give me a kiss”

You instantly stood on your tiptoes to reach his lips, your lips softly pressed to his as he pulled your body closer.

You were 13 years old when you were sent to a boarding school far away from school, your parents, Steve and Natasha were too busy being Captain America and Black Widow for the country to keep you around. You were safer in the boarding school, anyway.

When you returned 5 years later, now 18 years old, you only saw Bucky once on a weekend for an Avengers get-together and then you were off to college. Three years there and then you were back home, taking a gap year for various internship opportunities.

That’s when you bumped into Bucky. Even though he's been staying in the Avengers’ compound for years, he only ever hung out with your parents or Sam or spent most of his time reading. So when you had found him in the library one day, a conversation was sparked up and since then, you were inseparable.

He was always around you, you were always around him and one day, when he got you alone in the middle of the large bookshelves in the library, he had kissed you and you happily kissed him back.

The guilt ate away at Bucky for a good few weeks, the thought of doing this to Steve made Bucky feel disgusted with himself, but every time his eyes landed on you, he couldn’t help feeling like a lovesick little boy.

So here you stood, in your bedroom, 3 months later with Bucky holding you against him with his lips on yours. It was wrong but it just didn’t feel like it, sure you had to hide from everyone but that’s what made it even more exciting.

The innocent kiss turned into something a bit more steamy as he roughly pulled you up, easily picking you up by the back of your thighs and placing you on your study table. The second he pushed between your legs with a little force, a whimper left your mouth and just then, there was a knock on your door.

“Y/N?”

You froze when you heard your father’s voice, gripping Bucky’s henley in your hands with wide eyes but as soon as you came to your senses, you quickly pushed on his shoulders and reached for the door and Bucky quickly duked down behind the loveseat.

“Honey, do you want some cocoa, mom’s making some cocoa!”

You opened the door, just enough to stick your head out. Your breath was shaky, chest heaving up and down, “no, dad, I do not want cocoa, honestly I’m 21 years old”

You father looked at you confused but the frown on his face turned into a smirk as he said, “okay, I just thought I remember somebody saying last week that her fantasy was to live in a chocolate house”

You heard a soft snicker from inside your room and your eyebrows shot up, “well, that’s impractical” you shut the door but opened it again, “and fattening,” you shut the door again.

You turned back and saw Bucky with his chin resting on the top of the loveseat, “chocolate house?” he joked, tilting his head to the side.

You rolled your eyes as you opened the door and saw your father standing there with a frown on his face once again, “sorry dad”

“It’s okay I—”

“I can’t have um cocoa right now, I’m- I’m working, I’m doing this, I’m- I have cramps!”

“Oh”

“Yes, I feel pukey and emotional, I’ve been crying—”

“Alright that’s—”

“It’s gross, I can’t have cocoa,” you gulped.

“Good good” your father shook his head, looking at the wall behind you.

“It’s brutal, you don’t wanna know” you whispered, making a gagging expression.

“Got it, that’s- I got it” your father nodded, turning around, he threw a thumbs up in the air.

“Thanks, daddy” you yelled out, shutting your door and locking it.

You rested your forehead on the door and sighed. Bucky sneaked up behind you and softly grabbed you by the waist, he kissed your exposed skin on your shoulder, his lips were warm on your skin.

“He could have caught you,” you whispered, moving away from him.

Bucky grasped your wrist, pulling you back to him and you stumbled back on his hard chest, “but he didn’t”

He leaned in, attaching his lips to yours, he softly tugged on your hair and you whimpered. As your lips fell open, he was quick to sneak his tongue inside your mouth and you moaned against his lips.

“Bucky, wait” you pulled away, shaking your head at him, “you should leave because what if dad becomes like- I don’t know- suspicious”

“But I don’t want to leave” Bucky whined like a little kid as he tugged on the hem of your tank top.

“He’ll kill you if he finds you here” you rolled your eyes at him, falling back on the bed.

“Did you know back in our days, Steve opposed 117 nations to protect me?” Bucky smirked, “he’s not gonna hurt me”

He crawled on top of you, resting his hands on either side of your shoulders. You’ve heard about the incident that broke up the Avengers a million times, Tony and your dad never stopped joking about it at the get-togethers.

“Well, back in your days, you weren’t fucking his daughter” you smirked, your eyes squinting at him.

“I haven’t fucked you” he whispered, “yet”

“It’s only been 3 months, I’ll make you wait a little more” you said, your voice smug.

“Well, I’ve still been to places… your places” he said, his voice low and filled with lust, “do you remember that time I tasted you? My pretty doll tasted so good for me—”

You pulled yourself up on your elbows, pecking his lips and shushing him. Not wanting him to see you so flushed, you rolled over with him under you now and your lips landed on his neck, you were quick to leave a pretty lovebite on him.

As you continued your work on his neck, with his head thrown back and soft moans falling out of his lips, you felt his bulge pressing between your thighs. He gripped your hips and lifted himself off the bed, desperately trying to feel you against him.

“Okay” you huffed and sat on his lap, you teased him by pushing a little harder on his bulge, “that’s enough waiting”

He quickly nodded, “3 months is a lot of waiting, yeah” his voice was shaky, neck red from the heat creeping up to his face.

“You wanna fuck me?” you whispered, nudging your face closer to his as he sat up with you still on his lap.

“So badly, doll” he said, resting his hands on your waist.

“Get to it then” you softly giggled, getting off his lap and crawling up on the bed.

You rested your back against the headboard and you removed your cotton shorts, spreading your legs wide open for Bucky to see the dampened spot on your underwear. As he looked at your face twisting in pleasure when you softly brushed your fingers over your clothed cunt, he was sure he was going to devour you tonight. He was going to absolutely wreck you.

I had to leave it at that, whatever happened after that was wild and they broke the bed so yeah🤠

[triplexdoublex]

Daddy’s Girl

Pairing: Colson x Reader

Warnings/tags: anal play, ice cube insertion, mild daddy kink

A/N: inspired by the unleased song with Lana, a request for Colson filling both holes, a request for a reader who only looks sweet an innocent and some late night fun.

You may have looked like a sweet and innocent daddy’s girl but the truth was you were far from it. If you were as innocent as you looked you wouldn’t have gotten on the tour bus in the first place. It wasn’t your first rodeo; you knew the type of things that took place when a musician invited someone back to the tour bus, and you were more than willing to take part in whatever kinky craziness Machine Gun Kelly had in store for you. You’d seen all his interviews, heard talk of his wild fetishes; you’d let the man do absolutely anything he wanted to you and you weren’t afraid to let him know it. 

“Tell me what you want me to do to you?” He nipped over the fresh plum markings he just left on your neck. The two of you had never even made it to the bunks; instead landing on the couches up front with mouths clashing and clothes flying. It wasn’t long before you were both naked. 

“Anything you want to do to me, Daddy. I swear I’ll let you do whatever you want. Use me, I’m yours!” 

“Look, this’s gonna end bad for you, cuz I’m gonna go mad for you,” he let out a small laugh as he smirked. I know you wanna be bad for me but I don’t wanna move too fast for you,” he stated, assuming his kinks and desires far outweighed your limits based on your naïve looks. 

“There’s no such thing — I mean it, whatever you want, I’ve probably done it before anyways . I’m down for whatever.”

While the shock of what you just said sunk in, and Colson was still deciding what exactly he wanted to do with you and which one of your orifices he wanted to stuff with his cock, something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. 

“Oh shit, this ice is fuckin dope!” He exclaimed, noticing and taking hold of one of the fancy round ice cubes that surrounded various bottles of liquor chilling in the tour bus bar. 

You could see his eyes illuminate with a filthy idea as he popped a small, cherry tomato sized, frozen orb into his mouth, holding it in place with his teeth so it extended out just past his lips. 

The glacial sphere began to slowly thaw the second he kissed it against the desire fueled warmth of your flesh— down your neck and over your collar bone— leaving a cool trickle in its wake. It slowly cascaded down your chest like a quaint waterfall, and plunged over the brink of your nipple.  

Colson dragged the frigid ball lower and lower down your body — over your navel to your eager heat — the cool slickness exciting your clit. 

“Uhh, Kells, Fuck!” You moaned , bucking your hips. You had expected him to keep teasing your clit with it but he opted to continue moving lower; past your entrance to the tight pink pucker between your ass cheeks. With his tongue he pushed the remainder of the ice out of his mouth and into your body. “Ohhh , fuck, fuck, fuck, cold,” you whined at the numbing chill inside you. “More! "You cried out at the intense, unique feeling.

“Damn, girl, you are a freak huh?” He chuckled at your needy outburst, grabbing another ball of ice and bringing it to your hole “How many, you think we can fit?” He asked, popping it in. “Well that makes two now” he smirked sinfully, before adding another “three!”

“Oh FUCK!!”  You gasped in ecstasy . You’d never felt anything quite like it; how it could numb you yet heighten the intensity of your pleasure at the same time. “Don’t Stop!” 

“Four… Five …Six…Seven” He could sense you getting fuller; each one inserted met with a little more resistance than the last. “Eight… Nine…Ten,” he counted out loud. You were coming completely undone — a babbling, dripping mess — completely lost in the euphoric frigid fullness of it all . “And one for good luck….opp, guess not,” he laughed as it popped back out. “Ten it is.” 

“Oh God, just fuck me pleaseee!” You begged, with a whine so needy, it almost sounded as if you were in pain.

“Shit, I guess you ain’t as innocent as you look—-my favorite,” he smirked, teasing his tip through your wet folds before pushing in, causing another cube to pop out of your ass. “Nine” he chuckled against your neck, licking and sucking at your flesh as he began to pivot his hips. “Ahhh, fuck this feels so sick!” He exclaimed enjoying the cold, ribbed, feeling the balls of ice bulging through your walls was proving; it added a whole new element of pleasure for both of you. 

With every chilled, in and out thrust against your G-spot, the thawing ice shifted inside of you creating the most intense waves of bliss; the force causing small gushes of melted water to be expelled from you, adding to the puddle of wetness that had already formed under you. 

When Colson added rubbing your clit into the mix, you couldn’t keep still or quiet ; every single one of your erogenous zones now engaged: his mouth on your neck, fingers on your clit, cock in pussy and ass filled with ice. You’re pretty sure your cries of “Kells!” and “Daddy!” could be heard for miles as you came hard and fast on his dick, with him finishing moments later. 

****************************

“Aye, why’s the bar only like half filled with ice? I don’t want warm tequila.” Rook complained later when all the boys were back on the bus. 

“You see that pretty little thing that was getting off the bus when you guys got on—,” Colson started nonchalantly. “— filled her ass with them.”

“Nah, for real? That daddy’s girl looking chick!?” Rook exclaimed. 

“Oh, she was a daddy’s girl, alright!” Colson smirked. “Let daddy do whatever he wanted.” 

[autisticempathydaemon]

fill my heart with song (and let me sing)

maes·tro /ˈmīstrō/ noun a distinguished musician, especially a conductor of classical music. synonyms: conductor, virtuoso, master, Sir

tags: nsfw, Milo/gender-neutral Sweetheart, D/s dynamics, Sir as a Title, BDSM, blindfolding, light bondage, a sex-averse service submissive tried to write smut, it went... a way, <1k words

Also available on AO3!

“You know what?” Milo says, voice infuriatingly, deliciously smug. “You’ve really been onto something all this time, Sweetheart. There is definitely something about getting to look at all of this when you can’t see me.” A hand, Milo’s rough, calloused hand, grasps their chin and angles it down toward him. “How’s it feel being on the other side of the looking glass… so to speak?” 

“Cold,” the stealth snarks, twisting bound hands behind their back and squirming futilely as the air conditioning chills their naked skin. Milo lets go of their face, and his unsuspecting mate only has a moment to miss the touch before confident fingers tweak sensitive, livewire nipples. 

“I can tell,” Milo says with a satisfied chuckle as they gasp and tremble under his touch, every pinch making them quiver as they hover above his lap. “I didn’t know the cold made my big, bad investigator so pliable.”

“Well, I didn’t know power made you so cocky, pretty boy, but here we are.” Teeth dig into kiss-swollen lips when the werewolf laughs again, this time so close they can feel his breath against their collarbone, can imagine his sharp canines biting into their skin.

“You ain’t seen cocky yet, Sweetheart.” His hand comes down with a sharp smack on their ass, and they buck forward with a surprised, pathetic sound that devolves into stifled whimpers when they feel the thick, taut muscles of Milo’s clothed thigh shift to press between their legs. Their body sings with want, practically throbs with it, and Sweetheart can only hope he can’t feel that want through the wool of his dress slacks. That thread of hope is lost when Milo digs his nails into the flesh of their ass with another pleased laugh.

“Yeah, you’ve made it so I can’t see anyth iiii-nng -!” Another spank, stinging and sweet, makes them jerk and grind against his thigh in a rush of pain and pleasure.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” His palm massages the hurt away, leaving only warm touch and shaky knees and foggy thoughts and want want want. “Go on, baby, I’m listening.”

“I said you made- fuck-“ Hands- two of them, have they always been that big?- drag nails across their hips and down their skin before grasping their thighs, digging his fingers into the flesh of them. Sweetheart’s shaky, foal-weak muscles give in to his grip, spreading until they’re fully seated on him and fully on display. Milo thrusts up, thighs flexing beneath them, and it takes their breath away how the movement holds them aloft, helpless, and completely at his mercy. 

“What’s wrong, Sweetheart? Wolf got your tongue?” Something- a hand? When did he move ?- nudges at their lips, and a gasp, a moan, and a cry escape to make room for a finger to press down on their tongue. His skin is salt and sweat and wild, rich magic on their taste buds, his aura lightning against their own. Sealing their mouth around it to suck and taste feels like an echo chamber of pleasure, like bridging but stronger and better and more.

“You are so fuckin’ sweet, you know that?” Milo praises, accent and growl like hypnotic melodies to their ears, pulling his hand away and watching how his mate pitches forward to follow. Another finger strokes along their tongue, and the stealth can’t help but moan around them like it’s a reward, head bobbing and hips grinding with each passing moment. 

“Sweet and messy . Oh, ain’t you a sight.” The teasing bastard strokes between shaking legs and plays them like a finely-tuned, mastered instrument, only stopping to run his hand through the sticky arousal ruining his slacks. The sound and sensation of a slick finger rubbing tight circles where they’re most sensitive is debauched and obscene, only serving to make them buck harder into Milo’s cruel, teasing touch. 

“Feelin’ good there, baby?” With his hand fucking in and out of their mouth, Sweetheart can only nod and hum their needy submission. Milo bounces his leg beneath him, and the werewolf can feel his mate’s wanting whines resonating under his touch like a spellsong. 

“Want me to make you feel even better?” 

“Yes- yes, please-” When he drags his fingers past desperate tongue, nipping teeth, and parting, panting lips, their voice already sounds husky and wrecked and so good… but Milo thinks they can do better. 

“If you want it so bad, you can answer properly. Do you want me to make you come, dollface?” Milo leans in to bite a possessive mark into his mate’s neck and growls with primal satisfaction when they whine high and needy and so delectably sweet in his ear. 

“Yes, Sir.” Strong, dominating hands grasp and dig into their hips, and the stealth can only throw their head back in pleasure as Milo works their body back and forth on top of him like a maestro and his prized masterpiece. 

“That’s right, Sweetheart. Put on a show for me.”

Taglist:

@sealriously-sealrious mentioned Sir and Milo Greer in the same post and ruined my fuckin life

@glassbearclock mentioned Milo Greer and Pretty boy and made it even worse

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Aaahhh can I pls request a family imagine where Cheka draws on his arm with markers so that he and Leon have matching lion tattoos?? (=^w^=)

Tagging @jessamine-rose, as this was originally their request, made off-anon.

Tumblr mobile was being dumb and didn't save the completed version of this before posting. This just happens sometimes when I have stuff in my queue 😭 I had to take the initial post down, rewrite the other half of the imagine that didn't save, and then repost it (which is what you're looking at now).

Imagine this...

“... tan! Ojitan!”

Leona groaned, tumbling onto his back and pressing a pillow over his ears. No dice--his nephew’s persistent voice still cut through. A familiar, high-pitched and cheery whine that made Leona’s head throb unbearably.

“What is it?” he snapped, glaring at Cheka from beneath his pillow arch. “Can’t you see I’m trying to sleep here?”

“You’re still sleeping? It’s so early in the day, there’s so much time left to do stuff.”

"That's precious napping time for me."

"You're so weird, Ojitan."

Leona let out a sardonic rumble of laughter. "You have no idea."

The cub grinned, putting a hand on his uncle’s shoulder and gently shaking him. “C’mon rise and shine! I have something cool to show you!”

Ugh.

Leona rolled his eyes, but relented with a sigh. (From past experience, he knew that if he didn’t, he would soon find Cheka sitting on his on his stomach.) “Make it quick, then.”

“Hehe, okay! Guess what I have?”

Leona’s gaze was immediately drawn to Cheka’s right hand, which had remained behind his back the entire time. Clutching onto a drawing pad, no doubt, judging from the markers and torn papers scattered all over the floor of the room. The efforts of childhood whimsy and wonder.

Instead of smiling, Leona frowned. “I thought I told you to make it quick. And I despise guessing games.”

“That’s no fun, though!” Cheka leaned forward on his tip-toes. “Guess, guess! Only one time is good.”

“... A monkey’s uncle.”

The cub’s free hand flew to his mouth, attempting to shove his giggles back in, but to no avail. “That’s silly!! You’re not a monkey’s uncle, you’re my uncle--and I’m not a monkey, I’m a lion!”

“I wouldn’t have known that if you hadn’t told me just now,” he replied sarcastically. “Thanks so much for enlightening me.”

“You’re welcome! Hehe, I’m surprised I know more than you do.” Cheka flashed a grin, ever the oblivious child. “Okay, thanks for waiting! It’s time for my big reveal!”

“Oh, goodie.”

Cheka revealed his right hand, which was balled into a tiny fist. His fingers unfurled, revealing... nothing in his palm. Leona stared down at the emptiness, his expression blank, touched with a little dubiousness.

“... Are you surprised?” Cheka looked hopeful.

Leona threw his head back and laughed. “Is this some sort of a joke, furball? If it is, it’s not a very good one.”

“That’s only half of the surprise! The other half is... this!”

Cheka reached for his left sleeve and yanked the fabric up, revealing a flash of ink upon his caramel-colored skin. Black as burnt sugar, pointed teeth and a mess of a mane sprawling out... not unlike the dark swirls that danced upon Leona’s own left bicep.

“Ta-daaah!!”

His eyes bulged. “That’s...”

... A really crappy imitation of my tattoo.

“Cheka. When the hell did you find the time to do this?” Leona demanded, thrusting a finger at the marker-made mess on the boy’s arm.

“You were napping up until a little while ago, so I sat around and looked at your arm to copy it on mine!”

“You were watching me sleep?!”

“I needed a model! I can’t remember what the tattoo looks like from memory....” Cheka’s ears flattened, worry marring his innocent face. “Um, Ojitan... Could it be that you’re angry with me?”

“... I don't care. Better you than Rook,” Leona grumbled, sinking back into his bed. “You’d better wash that off before you head home. The servants will be beside themselves seeing their impressionable little prince like this.”

Leona grimaced at the thought over their beady eyes bearing into him again. As though he was not already regarded with enough scorn. To them, he was less like a man and more like a wild beast. Simultaneously feared and hated.

“Nuh-uh! I’m never gonna wash it off, cuz I wanna keep matching with you!” Cheka declared stubbornly. He flexed his left arm, causing his shoddily done lion’s mane to flicker. “I’m gonna be just like you one day! I’ll be smart, and strong, and cool... Oh! And I’ll even be a Magical Shift star, too!!”

“Don’t make me laugh. There are tons of role models for you out there. Better people to look up to and idolize, like your old man. After all, you are his flesh and blood... and the prized prince of the savanna.”

“What if I want to be like Papa and Ojitan?”

“You’re chasing an impossible dream.” The words came out more strongly than he had intended them to, each syllable dropping like a cement brick. “If you were smart, you’d know when to quit.”

You’d accept second place and be done with it already.

“... You don’t want to follow in my footsteps.” Leona waved a hand, his tone bitter. The once vibrant viridian of his irises had dullened, twisting into something darker.

“Your future’s brighter than mine. It’s so bright, it hurts my eyes to look at it,” he spat, his spirit shining with spite. “That’s what’s waiting for you, so you’d better take it before someone else comes along to try and steal it from you... someone like me.”

Cheka went quiet, staring at his uncle with a startled expression. The look of an antelope ensnared in a predator’s trap. Hurt and fear, all culminated into one. “Ojitan...”

He’s the same as them. I should have known.

“Do you get it now? I’m not someone worth some wide-eyed kid’s admiration,” he snarled, turning away from Cheka--afraid to meet that sparkling gaze, full of endless possibilities. “If you understand that much, then leave, and--OOF!!”

A small body tackled into his from behind, cutting Leona off. His assailant planted their face against his broad back, and their scrawny arms wrapped around his waist to give a squeeze.

“Leona Ojitan... I didn’t understand everything you said just then, but... I think I kind of understand. You’re... hurting right now, aren’t you? It hurts so much that you don’t know what to do.”

“Me... hurting?” Leona scoffed, even has he balled his hands into fists. His fingernails dug into his palms, leaving marks. “Ridiculous. You’re imagining things.”

“I don’t think it’s imaginary.”

“... What do you know? You’re just a kid.”

“I know lots of things!” Cheka tightened his grip on his uncle, his muscles straining under his skin, the lion of his makeshift tattoo stretching thin. “Like when you hurt like this, a hug’ll make it all feel better! Papa and Mama told me! So... Until it stops hurting, I’ll keep hugging you like this!”

“You’ll what?!” Leona paled, starting to buck and flail against his nephew. He attempted to pry him off, only to have the cub immediately cinch back onto him moments later. “O-Oi, Cheka...!! Let go, I don’t want--no, I don’t need any hugs, damn it!!”

“Hehe! Nope, I can’t do that! Our arm marks match, Ojitan! So I want our smiles to match, too!” The cub squealed, rubbing his cheek against his exasperated uncle’s. “You can’t run away from me!”

“This is why I told you to wash off that stupid marker...!!”

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Standing in front of the mirror, you could see him eyeing you from the bed. He was watching your movements closely, noticing you swaying from side to side and glancing at your ass from various angles.

“Does my ass look bigger to you?” Running your hands over your curves, Bucky licks his lips. "James?"

Snapping Bucky out of his thoughts, your glare breaks his daydream. "I, I mean," He stutters over his words and watches your gaze lower to the floor. "baby, I mean," Rising to his feet, Bucky rushes over. Now resting his hands on your hips, he kisses your neck sweetly. "you know, back in my day,"

He listens as you groan loudly, pulling his hands off of you as you spin to face him.

"If you dare start one of your old man stories, Buck," You roll your eyes, moving past him to pick up the nearest hoodie and slip it on, exiting your bedroom before he can say anything else.

*

"So, you all know the plan?" Steve questions, looking around at the three of you before the door lowers.

Scoffing lightly beside you, Bucky rests his hand on your waist. "We know the drill, Captain." Bucky salutes, not missing Steve rolling his eyes as he picks up his shield. "How you feeling today, doll?"

Bucky isn't oblivious, far from it. He's noticed some small changes in your attitude of late, how much you're now tugging on clothes or hiding your body from him. You've been feeling queasy during training or sit it out entirely when usually you're volunteering to fight your boyfriend at any given opportunity.

"I don't know, Bucky." You admit quietly, not wanting to draw attention from either Nat or Steve whilst their backs remain turned. "My suits been feeling a bit snug, and I know Tony didn't have it dry cleaned so it's not shrunk."

Humming to himself, Bucky can't help his eyes from wandering over your body. "You look beautiful, Y/n. If anything you're looking curvier." He comments quietly to you, brushing his lips across your cheek with a smile before Steve glances back to see you both.

"You two good?" Steve asks.

"Yeah." You nod, moving away from Bucky and stand beside Natasha. "Let's do this." You force a smile on your lips as Bucky's words linger in your mind. Bucky doesn't mean any harm, and you know that, but for some reason, it's hitting you deeper than it should.

Exiting the jet with Natasha, you follow after her instead of going with Bucky. "Hey, you two alright, pal?" Steve notices the frown forming on Bucky's face and his eyebrows furrowing together as you turn left into the building whilst he heads right trailing behind Steve.

"I think so." Bucky states uncertainly. "Y/n's been feelin' a bit off." He explains, keeping his gun raised behind Steve.

Once inside the building, Steve keeps his shield up whilst Bucky remains behind. "Nat said the same to me earlier." Steve remarks. "Told me she's got this glow." He shrugs his shoulders, unaware of Bucky's eyes widening.

"Glowing?" Bucky repeats. "Oh my god." He laughs lightly to himself, starting to put the events of the past six weeks together. "I, I've gotta find Y/n."

"Buck," Steve sighs, glancing over his shoulder to see Bucky already exiting the building, muttering through the comms for your location.

"Hate to say lover boy but Y/n's back on the jet." Natasha groans, causing Bucky's pace to quicken.

"Is she okay? What happened?" Bucky questions with urgency seeing the jet coming into view.

"Relax, she was just sick." Natasha rolls her eyes, continuing through the building. "She thought it would be best to sit it out. we can handle it."

"Thanks again, Nat." Your voice quietly interrupts their line, and Bucky can feel his heart rate calming at the sound of your soft words, the reassurance you're fine and close by.

Forcing yourself upright you grab a hold of the nearest gun, keeping it trained on the door as movement begins to stir outside. Taking a deep breath, you position your gun, ready to fire as it opens.

"Woah, doll, it's me!" Bucky yells, holding his hands up as he's greeted with a gun cocked in his direction.

"Oh," A nervous laugh sounds from you before you lower the gun to your side. "sorry 'bout that, Buck."

Dropping his own gun, Bucky hesitantly walks toward you. "Baby, is everything okay?" Bucky scans your face, noticing how your brief smile drops, allowing yourself to relax and you shake your head.

"I, I'm not sure, James." You whisper, closing your eyes.

Bucky pulls you over to the seats on the sides of the jet, sitting beside you he rests your hands in his, brushing his thumb over your knuckles delicately.

"It's me, Y/n, you can tell me anything." He quietly reminds you.

"I know." You sigh, forcing your eyes open to face his, only to see him looking back at you with all the confidence in the world. "Bucky, I, I think I might be pregnant." An involuntary laugh escapes your lips, quickly followed by a small cry as you clasp your hand over your mouth, tearing it from Bucky's grasp.

"Oh, Y/n." Bucky hushes, lifting his arm to bring you into his embrace as you sob into his chest.

"Are you, are you disappointed? I, I haven't done a test yet, but it makes sense, right?" You ramble, staring down at the floor.

Removing his arm from around you, Bucky mutters your name. "You, you really think I'd be disappointed?" It hurts his heart, that you'd think something like this would upset him. "Doll, this is everything I've ever wanted, but only if you do too."

Reaching for your chin gently, Bucky lifts your head up to see tears lining your cheeks whilst your lips quiver. "You, you want this?" You manage to ask between sobs.

"With you, always." Bucky reassures you, barely having time to process before you wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into his chest. Smiling to himself, Bucky rests his arm around your back, listening as your sobs subside. "We're going to be a family, Y/n." He states, listening to how natural it sounds rolling off his tongue.

"Then we better get you back in one piece." Natasha speaks up, breaking you two from your moment as she and Steve stand in the doorway with the files you all came for. "Can't have lil Natasha hurt." She winks before taking her seat opposite you.

"Or Steve," Steve comments, lowering his shield before patting Bucky's arm lightly.

"Yeah, no," You chuckle, remaining in Bucky's arms as you look over to your friends. "but nice try, guys."

Natasha smirks to herself whilst Steve tries not to frown. "Either way, we're getting you back in one piece, that's our niece or nephew in there." Steve points to your stomach, causing Bucky to cover it with his hand protectively.

"Don't you two worry," Bucky smiles down to you. "we've got it covered."

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[strawwritesfic]

Steve Rogers x Female!Reader: Butterfly

Summary: Boys will be boys, and boys are weird.

Rating/Warnings/Tags: T (sexual references; Bucky/Natasha; Steve & Bucky friendship; Natasha & Reader friendship; Dance Dance Revolution; not canon compliant past Captain America: The Winter Soldier)

Challenge: "160 Collective Drabbles" challenge by BobaPop on Lunaescence Archives.      

Butterfly

It all started with one of Steve and Bucky’s infamous double dates. You’d heard about them enough before dating Steve yourself to know you ought to stay as far away from such situations as was humanly possible, but Natasha wasn’t about to let you weasel out and force her to go on her own. Just when you were working up the nerve to lie to Captain America and say you simply could not risk going out that night-on account of coming down with death-flu virus, she showed up at your door with a makeup bag in hand. That was only your first indication that your life was about to take a definite, unwanted swerve.

The date itself wasn’t too bad, really. Steve and Bucky behaved themselves better than you expected. No big fights over dinner. No one even said anything about your makeup; Steve just gave you his standard you-look-beautiful smile, which made you wish you hadn’t let Natasha near your face all the more. Dinner was delightful, dessert sublime, and you actually found yourself enjoying being out with your boyfriend, his best friend, and his best friend’s girlfriend, despite all four of you being super spies to some degree.

It was on the way home when things actually began to fall apart. The restaurant had been selected due to its close proximity to a movie theater you and Steve were headed to afterward, while Natasha and Bucky went home to a more intimate night. You hadn’t thought twice about the restaurant being inside the same mall until your little quartet passed an arcade full to bursting with teens and pre-teens that Friday night.

“What’s that?” Steve pulled to a complete stop. Since you were arm in arm with him, you did too.

Two lanky girls could be seen on a brightly flashing machine a few steps inside. A crowd had gathered around to watch them stomp to the rhythm of music blaring from the machine’s speakers.

Bucky released Natasha’s hand to backtrack to you and Steve.

“Obviously that’s a dubstep party game,” he observed after watching the girls leap and come crashing down onto the metal bases to wild applause. He tugged Steve down into a headlock and pushed his flesh knuckles into Steve’s skull. “Did your brain fall out while you were busy playing hero without me?”

“Don’t act like you know everything about this time period,” Steve said, struggling to break free of Bucky’s grip.

“I know a hell of a lot more than you, punk. Which one of us was conscious the last seventy years, and which one was getting his beauty sleep?”

“It’s really too bad, because you could use some beauty sleep, Buck.”

“I feel sorrier for you. You got some, but you’re so ugly even seven decades couldn’t fix your face.”

You rolled your eyes. Quiet though you might have been, even you couldn’t stand Steve and Bucky for long when they started tearing into each other like that.

“Steve,” you said, as they began to wrestle right there in the foyer. He ignored you, even when you placed a hand on his bicep. “We’re going to miss the movie.”

“You’ve clearly got permanent brain damage. Anyone could tell that isn’t dubstep,” he told Bucky.

“Oh yeah? Tell me, does your list of things to catch up on this century only include garbage?” Bucky asked.

“Oh, for the love of–” You turned to see that Natasha had sidled up next to you. “Jim, I’m leaving.”

“Okay.”

“You’re coming with me.”

Bucky looked up. “Do I have to?”

Sometimes you believed Natasha when she lamented that Bucky’s bromance with Steve was deeper than Bucky’s romance with her. Still, she handled it with more grace than you would have, merely arching a single eyebrow. “Do you want to see me naked tonight?”

The answering pause was just a little too long. “Yes.”

“Then yes. Let Steve and [Name] get to their movie. Who cares about a couple of kids playing Dance Dance Revolution?”

“Dance?” Bucky echoed, turning back to the arcade.

“That’s dancing?” said Steve.

“It’s a rhythm game from Japan,“ you explained.

“Who cares where it’s from?” Bucky asked, grinning as he stepped away from Steve. “If it’s got the word ‘dance’ involved, no way can Steve do it.”

“I’ve gotten better, you know. [Name] and I do go dancing sometimes. I didn’t step on her toes once last time. Right, [Name]?” Steve asked.

“Er…it’s not really the same kind of dancing,” you answered carefully.

Steve frowned, then turned hotly back to his friend. “Doesn’t matter. I could beat you at Dance Dance Revolution with my hands tied behind my back, Barnes.”

“Fine,” said Bucky. “Two weeks from now, you and me, back here, hardest level.”

“Deal!”

“And–”

“Jim,” Natasha said warningly.

“Coming, Talia.”

That should have been the end of it. You’d thought that was the end of it. Steve was perfectly attentive for the rest of your date, and the arcade was long closed by the time you got out of the movie. The boys might have had super-soldier memories, but they usually got over their scuffles pretty quick these days so they could move on to the next one. You fully expected Steve to complain about Bucky’s nerve for a few days more, then forget all about their little bet.

What you got instead…wasn’t that.

“So I was thinking we could try somewhere new for lunch today,” you told him a week later.

“Uh-huh.”

“A new vegan place just opened up around the corner. We could walk there, and it’s healthy.”

“Yep.”

“Thing is, they’re only open for a few hours for each meal, so we had better get going now so we don’t wait in line for nothing.”

“Right.”

“Steve.”

“Yeah?”

“Are you listening to me?”

The vague noise he made in answer wasn’t necessary. Steve hadn’t listened to you for nearly seven straight days. He had arrived at your apartment that morning as he had every morning since that stupid double date: carrying an old PlayStation 2 and 25 thin plastic dance mats in his arms. There were already six torn-up pads sitting shoved up against the opposite wall along with your sofa. Something told you Steve’s seventh wouldn’t last much longer.

A loud buzz interrupted your quiet seething. Steve didn’t react at all, which made some sense since this wasn’t his place. Still, you were starting to feel like Steve’s bromance with Bucky was more important than Steve‘s romance with you, too. You hunched your shoulders as you stalked over to press the button on the intercom.

“Who is it?” you asked.

“Natasha.”

“Come on in.”

A few seconds after you buzzed her up, there was a knock at your door. You didn’t think Steve’s music was loud enough to disturb your neighbors (just his stamping around), but Natasha figured out what was going on immediately.

“Let me guess,” she said. “Your idiot is obsessively playing DDR, too.”

“How’d you know?” you asked flatly, opening the door up enough for her slip inside.

“Oh, only because Jim insisted on stopping by Game Stop after our date last week and he hasn’t stopped playing since. I don’t even think he’s sleeping.”

“Steve’s sleeping, but only because he won’t stay the night and his apartment’s too small for all that jumping.”

“Are you really just going to sit here and watch him all afternoon?”

You shrugged. “I don’t have much else to do on my days off. I was trying to convince him to take a break and go get lunch.”

“At that new vegan place?” Natasha brightened up considerably. “I’ll go with you. I have got to get somewhere with less testosterone.”

So lunch was nice that day. Dinner was considerably less so. As the days wore on, you found yourself spending more and more time with Natasha, to the point that by the time the two weeks were up you seriously wondered if dumping Steve so you could date her instead might have been the easiest solution available to you. Too bad Natasha wasn’t really your type–and that Steve was so cute when he was excited about something.

“[Name], what are you doing?” he asked over your breakfast before his and Bucky’s big DDR showdown.

You had only just showered, dressed, and put a bowl of organic oatmeal in the microwave, and there Steve was, standing fully clothed in your kitchen.

“What are you doing in here?” you asked, bewildered. You certainly couldn’t remember letting him inside this morning.

Steve waved away your confusion. “I never left. I was up all night practicing.”

Of course. Your boyfriend wouldn’t stay over to cuddle with you, but he would stay over to cram in a few extra hours of video games. Somehow, this wasn’t the life you had envisioned for yourself when Captain America had asked you out. You decided it prudent not to comment on his priorities as you took your oatmeal out of the microwave.

“I’m eating breakfast. You should have some, too,” you told him.

“I’m not hungry,” said Steve. A blatant lie, considering he could eat whole mountains of bran cereal on mornings he hadn’t spent the entire night before exercising. What on earth was this contest turning him into? “Besides, there’s no time. We’re late enough as it is.”

“Late for what?”

“For DDR. We want to get there before a crowd starts to form.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Bad?”

“You don’t want anybody seeing you wipe out, do you?”

Steve flushed faintly. “No!”

“Uh-huh.” Maybe you would have been sympathetic, if he hadn’t spent the past fourteen days ignoring you. “Well, go on. Don’t let me stop you.”

“You’re…not coming? [Name], you have to come.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you there.” You shot him a look and Steve added, “and the loser has to buy lunch for everyone afterward. We could try out that vegan restaurant you were talking about a few weeks ago.”

He didn’t realize you had been there three times already with Natasha. For one second, you considered telling Steve where he could cram his remaining dance pads. But he was Steve, after all, and you missed him even when he was incredibly stupid when it came to Bucky.

“Fine,” you groaned.

Steve beamed, placed both hands on your shoulders, and bent to swiftly kiss you once on each cheek. “Thank you.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his affection, but still told him “you owe me one” as you threw on your jacket and headed out the door.

“For what?” Steve asked.

Sigh.

Natasha must have felt the same way. She appeared as annoyed as you’d ever seen her as she and Bucky crossed the street to you and Steve in front of the arcade. Her hands were shoved into the front pockets of her coat.

“Hey,” you said to her, not Bucky. Bucky did not deserve a hello. If he hadn’t started this whole affair, the last two weeks would not have been as frustrating for you and Natasha.Not that Bucky noticed your snub, busy as he was eyeing Steve and the vacant DDR machine in turns.

“Hi,” Natasha replied. “Ready to get this over with?”

“Can we please?”

Steve and Bucky were doing stretches, looking very serious. A couple of kids playing hooky smirked at them from over by the Mortal Kombat cabinet. This went on for several minutes before Bucky started looking around for his girlfriend–a first in a long time, you’d hazard a guess.

“We’re ready for you,” he said when he found her.

Hard-faced, Natasha crossed her arms and took a deep breath and a step forward.

“The rules are as follows,” she said in a deadpan. “Best score over three songs wins. No do-overs. No extensions. No sabotaging the other player. Stay on your own pad. Got it?”

“Got it,” said Bucky and Steve and unison. They took their places and prepared to slip several quarts into the machine’s slot.

“One more thing,” said Natasha. “[Name] picks to the songs.”

“What?” Steve said.

“Why?” said Bucky.

“Because she deserves to after this mess, and that way I won’t have to listen to you whine about how the other guy cheated or that I picked songs so Bucky would win.”

“She’ll pick songs so Steve wins!” Bucky protested.

“Really? Would you now?” Natasha lifted both eyebrows this time as she looked at you.

Wincing slightly at her forcibly dragging you into this feud, you moved closer to the dance floor’s edge. No need to tell Steve how really peeved you’d been; he looked concerned enough as it was.

“Keep rotating through the music until I feel you to stop,” you said.

Though he didn’t look happy about it, Bucky did as he was told. There were a lot of songs, most of which sounded to you like Steve’s dubstep phase–that being a lot of unnecessary noise. But there was one that sounded kind of nice.

“Stop,” you commanded. “That one. I like that one.”

Bucky snorted. “Butterfly? Seriously?”

“It doesn’t have many feet, [Name],” said Steve. Certainly the little level indicators next to it didn’t go very high compared to some of the other songs Bucky had looped through.

“You heard the woman,” Natasha said. “Now move it up to the highest level and get on with it. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in this arcade.”

The men exchanged looks, then, with an obvious lack of grace, lifted their legs at the exact same time to press the arrows until the mode read “challenge.”

The game began. Immediately the screen became so full of arrows that you had no idea what was going on. Somewhere some woman was singing about butterflies and samurais and the colors in the sky, but you could hardly make her out through all of Bucky and Steve’s frantic steps on the pads. Their uncoordinated movement looked to you like only putting one foot down at a time when your estimate told you they’d need about eight mats apiece and twelve legs to clear whatever that minefield was supposed to be.

Just as soon as it started, the song ended. “Failure,” a deep, booming voice rang out as a picture of a metal gate clanged across the screens.

“What?” Steve cried, indignant.

“Come on!” said Bucky.

“Weird,” said Natasha, “that a serum designed to make you a good soldier during World War II isn’t also designed to make you good at Japanese rhythm games.”

“If it had,” Steve panted, “we would have won the war a hell of a lot faster.”

Bucky was less generous. “I’d like to see you do batter, Natalia.”

Much to your surprise, Natasha grinned. “Gladly. Come on, [Name].”

“What?” You stepped back. “Me?”

“Sure. Let’s show them how it’s done. We’re not going to do it on that insane mode they did, though.” She stepped up as Steve and Bucky left, producing a roll of quarters from one of her pockets. Must have expected this result.

“Hey! Then what’s the point?” asked Bucky.

Natasha rolled her eyes “Please. You couldn’t have even passed a beginner mode chart with those moves. [Name] and I will fill in for you two–whichever us wins, wins for her boyfriend–but we are not going to make fools of ourselves in public, no matter how amusing it was to watch you do it.”

“She’s got a point,” Steve murmured.

“Shut up, Steve,” Bucky said.

If Natasha wasn’t going to make you try to step on twelve thousand arrows at once, you figured it was worth a shot. All of that watching Steve for the past two weeks had to have paid off somehow, right? You took your place on the pad beside her, and soon Butterfly was starting up again, this time on a level just slightly above beginner.

You weren’t great-she was definitely a lot better, racking up perfect combos while you got mostly goods–but you had fun. So much fun that the song was over just a little too quickly. You tried to catch your breath while waiting for your scores: An AA* for Natasha and a B for you.

Steve applauded as you turned around. Bucky appeared slightly more surly.

“Good enough for you?” Natasha asked him.

“Wasn’t challenge mode,” Bucky said. “Not hard enough.”

“Let he who can pass challenge mode pass judgement,” she said brightly, and swung off the pole and onto the floor. “And since you couldn’t even do what I just did, I think it’s about time for you to put your money where your mouth is.”

“Guess it doesn’t really matter. Natalia won, which means I won, which means Stevie is buying us all lunch. Let’s go!”

“Suppose I owe it to you,” said Steve, “after all those pathetic dance moves. Maybe you would have done better on a full stomach.”

“You did every bit as bad as me, pal. Don’t go pretending you could hold a candle to my girl. Now make with the lunching.”

Natasha groaned. There they went all over again. What was next? A House of the Dead marathon? Because if you were going to have to listen to these two trade quips with each other over zombie headshots, you were out of there.

“No,” you blurted over their arguing.

This time they both went quiet.

“No?” asked Bucky.

“No what?” Steve agreed.

“No,” you repeated, hopping onto the carpet. “I’m not going. Lunch by yourselves.”

Steve and Bucky looked dumbstruck. You had never so blatantly refused Steve’s company before, and most women even these days didn’t refuse Bucky’s. Natasha just smiled a knowing smile and leaned her arm on your shoulder.

“[Name]’s right. I don’t think that was your win anyway, James,” she said.

“Then whose win was it?” he demanded.

“Common sense’s. And since we’re the only ones here with that, it’s [Name] and I’s win together. We don’t want another double date.”

“What we want is our boyfriends back,” you said. “The only thing Steve’s paying for is to take me out. Not Bucky again.”

“If you disagree,” Natasha added with a further smile, “I can personally guarantee that I will make your lives a living hell. Both of you.”

They exchanged another look.

A second later, Steve came forward to take your hand. “Right,” he said. “Lunch. You and me. Where do you want to go? That vegan place?”

“Anywhere. Wherever you want to go.”

It was with great relief that you let Steve guide you out of the arcade, through the mall, and up the busy street. Just before you left, you heard Bucky talking to Natasha:

“You know, you don’t have to be so persuasive.”

“Don’t I?” she replied.

Then Steve was speaking to you, and whatever was going between Natasha and Bucky didn’t matter anymore.

“Was I really ignoring you that much?” he asked. “You should have said something.”

“I did, Steve. Several times. You were too busy ripping those dance pads apart to notice.”

“Oh. Well, you don’t have to worry about that anymore. Now that this over with, I don’t need the rest of them. I’m thinking about donating all that stuff to the YMCA.”

“I think that’s a great idea,” you said, thinking of all the room you would have back in your apartment. These dreams were dashed almost as soon as they appeared.

“On the other hand, maybe I should keep them. For when Bucky and I have a real rematch.”

Clearly, you were going to have to get used to this idea: If you were going to date Steve, you were going to have to do a lot of sharing with Bucky Barnes. At least Natasha was in the same boat–and at least sometimes Steve could focus on you just long enough to have a nice lunch.