#what if i just start calling him my big beefy guy like what if i make that my new tag for him

[sunonwaxyleaves]

matthew knies fit pics so far…he is so big and beefy and scrumptious and i want to feed him soup🤭

[bucks-babe]

Let Me Be of Service

Pairing: Husband!Bucky x Pregnant!Wife!reader

Summary: With your growing belly, it gets a lot harder to take care of yourself. Luckily, your husband is always willing to lend a helping hand

Warnings: Fluff, a little smut, reader is heavily preggo, established relationship, Bucky is down bad, Bucky shaves his girl’s cooch and boot, crack fic, embarrassing stories about each other, implied smut at the end, banter, Bucky calls reader Petal and she calls him Duckie

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: A little something something to hold you guys over while I’m working on part 2 of Change My Ways For You. Thank you to @buckys-wintersoldier for beta reading; however, any and all mistakes are mine and mine alone.

You hear the clashing of pans in the kitchen followed by your husband’s curse. It brings a smile to your lips, knowing that he is trying to make you breakfast in bed, even though he is probably the worst cook you have ever met. When you first started dating, he made the joke that he was the only person that could start a fire with water. 

You didn’t believe him until he actually did start a fire while boiling water at his first and only attempt to make pasta for the two of you to eat. You still have no idea how he managed to do that, but ever since then it’s either you cook, he ‘helps’ you in the kitchen, which is you giving him the easiest thing to do and hope that he doesn’t blow you up, or you order out.

But ever since you got pregnant, doing everyday tasks has gotten harder. You get out of breath from just standing up. Don’t even start with trying to pick something up off the floor. If it hits the ground, it’s going to stay there until Bucky picks it up if you can’t grip it with your toes. Cooking has become a near impossible task for you. Who knew that carrying a super soldier baby would be so hard? 

Your belly was larger than the average woman’s stomach for how far along you are. It wasn’t just that your belly was big though. It caused so much back pain that it was easier to just lay on your side all day, and your feet ached and pulsed from the shortest walk. 

You felt like a bad wife, not able to help take care of the house, or yourself for that matter. But Bucky was a saint, he doted on you every second of the day. He took his leave of absence as soon as you started grunting while moving around. Bucky loved every minute of it though, albeit he hated seeing you in pain, but every change to your body was incredible to him. He was obsessed with how round you were, how full your breasts are, and the cute little pout that is always on your lips.

So you appreciated Bucky for trying to make you something to eat; although you knew it was going to be disgusting, possibly inedible, you would take it with a smile on your face because he tried and that was something you were grateful for.

You decided to get out of bed, not to take over making breakfast in the fear of burning down your house, of course not, but to watch your man in action. When you shifted, however, it became painfully obvious that you were overdue for a shave. The prickly hairs on your pussy were uncomfortable, making putting your legs together almost painful.

You have no idea when the last time you shaved was. All you knew was that it was when you could still see your feet, and that was a loooonnng time ago. Bucky didn’t seem to mind your body hair. He would still eat you out until you had to roll over from the weight of your belly making it hard to breathe. He never once complained about your public hair and you honestly forgot that you hadn’t shaved in so long, until this moment.

Throwing on Bucky’s henley, grateful that he was so fucking beefy so you could still fit into his shirt, although tight around the belly, and wobbled out to the kitchen. Bucky heard you, your feet heavy on the wood floors. “Petal, you’re going to love this! I made you grilled cheese and guess what?” He spins around, bright smile on his face, a grilled cheese plated in his hands. 

“I have officially made something edible without us having to evacuate the house, AND it’s only slightly burnt.” The early morning sun casts a soft glow on his naked chest. He looked like a Greek god, corded muscles topped with a bit of softness, the result of your cooking and less time with the Avengers. 

“Good job, Duckie. Good thing too because I’m starving. Bug isn’t going to stop kicking my bladder until she gets something to eat.” Crow’s feet bloom around Bucky’s eyes. He falls in love with you harder every day, seeing you carry his baby into the world, keeping her safe in your belly.

Bucky sets the singular grilled cheese at your spot on the table, pulling out the chair for you to sit, strong hands grabbing your waist, making sure you don’t strain yourself too hard. He spins around and gets you a cup of your favorite morning drink and places it in front of you, quickly sitting down opposite you, eagerly waiting for you to take a bite.

“Duckie, aren’t you going to have one, too?” His sweet Petal was too good to him.

“Well, Petal, only one turned out.” He gives you a sheepish smile and you can only giggle at him.

“Do you want half of mine then? I don’t mind sharing.” You were starving your ass off, but you wanted to reward Bucky with something for being so good to you.

He vehemently shakes his head. “Uh, uh, Petal, you and Bug need to eat. I can find something else. Now hurry up and tell me if I meet up to your standards.”

Before you take a bite you reach over the table to grab his right hand, running your fingers over the wedding band there. He couldn’t wear it on his left hand, but you wanted everyone to know that he was yours. “You always exceed my standards, Duck.”

Bucky blushes and gestures for you to have a taste. Your eyes widen as the cheesy snack hits your tongue. “Oh my god, this is actually good!” Bucky leans back in his chair and does a small victory dance, proud of himself for feeding his wife.

His celebration is cut short when he sees you shift in your seat, clearly uncomfortable. “Petal, what’s wrong? Is Bug kicking?” Bucky is by your side in seconds cupping your belly, only to find that Bug isn’t causing a raucous.

“It’s kind of embarrassing.” You look down, away from his prying eyes.

“We have been together for 8 years, Petal. I stood watch while you took a shit on the side of the highway, it can’t be that bad.”

You whip your head around. “Duckie! We don’t talk about that. I told you not to bring that up again. It was one time!” Bucky only laughs and turns his head away.

“Petal, we both know that it was twice and we had to stop by Mcdonalds so you could wash yourself after you wiped with poison ivy.” Bucky was barely containing his laughter, while you were dying of embarrassment. “You know, that was the moment I knew I was going to marry you?”

You scoffed. “When we were stuck on the highway while I popped a squat? That cannot be when you knew you were going to marry me. That is not what you said at the wedding.” 

“Didn’t think that you would appreciate that story being told to all of our friends and family. But your secret is safe with me.”

“Since we are bringing up the past, remember the time you were training with Sam and he hit you in the balls and you pissed yourself. You called me to bring you a new pair of underwear and I made sure no one knew.” You turned your chin up.

“C’mon, Petal, it wasn’t even that much. It was just a dot. And it wasn’t my fault I had a full bladder. Don’t make me bring what happened the other week when you-”

You slapped your hand over his mouth, grabbing him by the back of his head and pulling him close to you. “Don’t. You. Dare. We never mention that again, we forget it ever happened, yeah?”

Bucky moans at your dominance, it never failed to get his cock hard. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop, but you have to tell me what’s got you wobbling in your seat. And I know it’s not because my cooking turned you on.”

You took a deep breath before looking into his eyes. “Promise you won’t laugh?” 

“I can’t promise that, Petal, but I won’t judge you.” Of course, Bucky and you always laughed at each other. Never when it was something serious. But you were able to joke around when the other did something embarrassing, but he would never joke about it if you were uncomfortable.

“My pussy hurts.” You squint your eyes, the grumpiest look on your face, and cross your arms.

“Petal, that’s all you had to say. I’m an expert on taking care of my sweet girl. If I lick her bud would that make it better?” You feel your cunt pulse at his words, but the scratching is too annoying to let you get turned on.

“No, Duckie! I mean my fucking hair is too long and it’s poking me and it fucking hurts and I can’t reach to shave because of this huge belly, and it makes me feel like a sasquatch and I just want to feel pretty.” You almost burst into tears, not knowing that you had so many emotions bubbling under the surface, but then again you were pregnant and couldn’t control them.

“Oh, Petal, you are the most gorgeous woman on this planet, shaven or not. And you don’t need to worry about doing anything for yourself, you hear me? If you wanted me to, I would wipe your ass for you.” You sucked your teeth and slapped his chest.

“I’m being serious!”

“And so am I.” 

Without another word, Bucky picks you up like you weigh nothing and heads to your bedroom and sets you down on the soft covers. “Duckie, what are you doing?” He still doesn’t say anything as he walks into the bathroom to get a towel and your conditioner and sets them on the bed. He leaves the room only to come back a minute later with a bowl of water and his razor. “You cannot be serious right now.”

“Oh, Petal, deathly.” He flicks the towel out and lays it on the edge of the bed and sets you there, your feet planted on either side of you and you’re forced to lay back with your belly.

You don’t see what he is up to, but you feel his hot breath fan across your folds and he groans. “Petal, is this making you wet? Your husband between your legs about to service you?” He chuckles as the twitch of your clit. “Fuck, prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Makes my cock so fucking hard, could cum in my pants just from eating her.”

“Duckie, don’t lie. I know it doesn’t look pretty. Probably could fucking braid it.” You fight the urge to close your legs. You haven’t had sex in almost three weeks, mainly because your body is so exhausted all the time and you know you wouldn’t be able to enjoy it.

“Petal, when have I ever lied to you? You think I would lie straight to my pretty girl’s face? How could I lie right in front of Heaven?” He leans in closer and you hear the deep inhale he takes. “And about that braid comment, I learned how to braid hair in Wakanda so that isn’t a problem for me.”

He gets a giggle out of you. “I can’t fucking believe you. You’re such a dork.” Rather than hear his chuckle, you feel it, his mouth pressed against your cunt, lapping your juices. “Fuck, oh shit, don’t stop.”

“Mmh, so fucking good. Don’t even need to eat breakfast when I have this meal on a fucking platter.” He dives back in, arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping you in place. With his hands occupied with your thighs, you were able to grind against his mouth, urging him to focus on your clit. Bucky was in his own world, the hairs pressing against his face not deterring him in the slightest.

His groan is deep and sends shockwaves up your spine, unable to stop the jerk of your hips. All at once, Bucky lets go of your thighs and turns away to sneeze. With great difficulty, you sit up and stare at him, perplexed. “Duckie, you better not fucking tell me that my pubes make you sneeze or so help me.”

Bucky falls onto his back, clutching his stomach as his laughter rings out in the room. The obvious tent is his pants still there. “I’m sorry, Petal, just tickled my nose is all.” His entire face is red, each word coming out in a wheeze. 

“Duckie, it’s not funny.” Even at your protests, you feel yourself unable to control your laughter. 

“If it’s not funny, then why are you laughing, Petal?” Bucky is finally able to control himself enough to sit up and rest his head on your thigh.

“Because you were laughing. Don’t you dare try and eat me out right now.” You push his forehead away, much to his dismay. “Are you going to shave me or not?” Your pout has him pressing his lips together to stop the giggle from leaving his lips.

“Of course, my hedge.”

“DUCKIE!”

“I’m only joking.” 

You lay back and prop your feet up again, jolting slightly as Bucky runs his hands, dipped in water, over your folds and mound. While slightly more prepared for the conditioner, it still feels foreign to have his hands touching you like this.

“Fuck, Petal, just one more taste.”

“Duckie.”

“Fine.”

He starts with your lips, using one hand to hold them tight, taking extra care not to knick your sensitive skin. “Hey, Duckie?” The only view you have is of the ceiling so you don’t see the absolute concentration on Bucky’s face, tongue poking out, and eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah, Petal?”

“Do you think it’s normal that I’m getting turned on by this?” Bucky loved that you were comfortable enough in your relationship to casually talk about random things, knowing that he wouldn’t judge you for them, most of the time he was on the same page as you anyway.

“Probably not, but if it makes you feel any better, I’m solid as a rock right now.” You giggle at his casual tone, almost as if he was asking you how your day was. “Don’t move, I’m performing a delicate operation here.” It only makes you giggle more and Bucky has to pull away, leaning over to the side so you could see his face.

“Okay, I guess I’ll just lay here then.” It was Bucky’s turn to suck his teeth in but doesn’t say anything else.

“Hey, Duckie?” Bucky sighs and begrudgingly answers. “Is that my slick running down my ass or water? I need to know how embarrassed I should be.”

“I could give it a taste and answer you.”

“Ew, no. I probably have little bits of hair everywhere.”

With each stroke of the razor you feel yourself relax more and more. The constant presence of his hands soothing you. Bucky taps your leg to signal that you’re done and picks you up, bending you over the bed. “Duckie, we are not having sex right now.”

“Petal, you know that I am very thorough in everything that I do, and I still have your perfect ass to shave” You groan and bury your face into the covers.

“C’mon, Duck, this is worse than before. I feel so exposed.” Bucky rubs his hand down your spine, his other hand reaching under you to support your belly.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before, and I’m going to make my girl feel pretty.” He lands a light slap to your right asscheek and grinds his hips against your cunt once before pulling away.

He works just the same, using one hand to spread you open while carefully removing all your hair. When he’s done he pulls back, one hand cupping each cheek. You huff when he jiggles your ass to his heart’s content, letting him have his reward for taking care of you.

“Duckie! Did you just bite my fucking ass?” 

“Couldn’t help it, Petal, so fucking sexy.” 

You contemplate if you should kick him or kiss him. Your decision is cut short when he rolls you over again, now looking at your face. “Petal, we still have two legs to do and they both lead to my favorite petals.”

Fuck, you were in for it.

[gassydumbjocks]

Virilite 1:

Boys will be boys

Ever since I spiked my nephew Liam's beer with a strange pill I found online when he and my brother came to watch a football match, that boy has been acting like a man, as he should.

You see, my brother Noah had a son who, don't get me wrong, I love this boy with all my soul, but god damn he had to grow up and start acting like what he was, a dude, always wearing those girly crop tops and tight-fitting jeans with bright colors because "that's who he was", I admit that I was clearly upset when he revealed to the family that he was gay, but even so I couldn't do anything and neither could Noah, so we decided to accept him as he was, until I found a way to... make him act as he should.

While looking at online articles I found this article online that was supposed to be some pills that could have an effect on the behavior and actions of the person that took them, yes, I know, very science fiction-like, still, what caught my attention was the name and objective of the pill, "Virilite" was its name, and it promised to also have an effect on the levels of testosterone produced in men, which ended up convincing me to buy it.

The instructions were simple, put them in the drink or food that said man was going to consume, once ingested the guy would enter an immediate state of trance, able to only follow the orders that another person suggested in his mind, there were even images of test subjects boys who I assume took the pill, they all had a relaxed yet funny expression, eyes crossed and some even with tongues sticking out like dogs, I couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Liam looking like that.

Just as i was now, immediatly after i got Liam to drink it after offering him a beer, he letted out an involuntary loud and guttural deep belch, which from what i knew and readed online was a sign that the pill already took effect, i had Liam in front of me with a dumb smile and an eye-crossed, glazed over look, like that huge burp just took away all his thoughts and personality.

After the first 5 minutes of calling his name and getting no response, i actually started to worry, he couldn't stay as a brainless zombie-like dumbass all his life, and Noah would find out and kill me for it, i tried to remember, i took the pill's container and readed again the instructions.

"Ohh, so i have to, uh, kinda program him?" i said and then i thought of things i could make him do, i certainly bought those pills to make the kid more like a man... So, hell, what a man i would mold out of him.

I heard him let out a dumb chuckle still with that goofy smile from before, i smirked and approached "Liam, buddy, you hear me champ, you hear uncle Dave?" i asked to make sure he could indeed hear me, he slowly nodded and let out some hiccups "great, cuz we got a lot of work to do on you, and im sure you'll love it" i say.

I think of the first command to give him, they suggest to use short and simple commands, there are plenty of manly things he needs to learn, but i think i can cover up basic stuff, i remember Noah and me asking him to join us in our protein farting contests when we relaxed in our man cave watching our team, while Liam just grimaced and waved his hand, saying it was immature and gross, i would make him change his opinion, so it was obvious what would be the command "Liam...fart, loudly and proudly, c'mon" i literally order him to fart, i just wanted to test the effectiveness of the command obeying.

Without hesitation, he lifts his right leg as high as he can, leaving his butt in the air, before a barrage of gas goes out his butt.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT!!!!

Its so strong, big and beefy, even for me, i have to wave the smell and open a window nearby "good lord boy! Where in the hell did you got all that gas from!?" i ask impressed, and try to recover before continuing "ok ok lets keep up!, umm, belch, a nice deep man belch" i say, waiting for it.

I didn't even have to wait when he was already patting his chest and squinting an eye to help the gas release.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPP!!!

And holy fuck, if Liam was concious, he'd know that beast burp would have easily beat his old man and me in our oftens belch offs, the pill was clearly making a miracle on him.

I was admitidly having fun on my nephew making all the stuff he found "gross" and "immature" under a pill's control, i gave him another command, just to get a good laugh "Liam, do some armpit farts, but in the last one, you'll ask me to pull your finger, you'll let out a monster fart, got it?" i asked and he nodded again, he then started with the manly symphony, he took a hand down one of his pits and started to produce the nasty sounds.

PPPPPRRRRTTT

PPPPPPRRRRRRTTT

PPPPPPRRRRRTT

PPPPPPPRRRRRTT

I saw him stop and put hand on his gut, then he talked goofily "uncle, pull my finger" he asked dumbly before laughing and extend his hand at me, i gladly accepted "oh of course kiddo, let me help you with that" i smirked and pulled it hard, unleashing the beast gas he had stuck in his rump.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!

An ABSOLUTELY disgusting deep-ass and loud, nasty fart erupted from him, Liam never losing the crossed look on his face, as he hiked exaggerately his leg to force the fart out, i was shocked, but in the end, finally proud of him, i couldn't wait for Noah to see what he could do! We would think on more funny stuff to do at our just guys nights! After all, boys will be boys, right?

[alphajocklover]

InstaJock: Double Friend Request

(Based on the ask I accidentally deleted.)

So, your japanese friend sent you a request for InstaJock, but when you accepted it your phone froze, and now all it shows is you is a picture of a Japanese bodybuilder who seems to be growing. I can see you’re disoriented right now, so I’m going to start by clarifying a couple things. 

The Japanese bodybuilder you’re looking at? He isn’t growing. He’s flexing! It makes sense you made that mistake though, sense with muscles that big flexing can make it look like that's happening.

You’re not looking at a picture. You’re looking at yourself. Your phone is in selfie mode.

Yeah. The Japanese stud currently flexing at you from your phone is you. As I’ve mentioned before, InstaJock allows someone to change what type of jock they turn into through the settings and details page when they set up their account. It’s incredibly hard to navigate though, so most people don’t bother. But if the user can figure it out before they give into the urge to join the app, they can become whatever kind of jock they want. The thing is, they aren’t the only people that can change what kind of jock the user becomes. The person who sends you the friend request can also affect what type of jock the next user becomes. It’s part of the friend request feature. If a jock is still smart enough to figure out how to use the app's settings, they can ‘suggest’ a type of jock to become. You don’t have to accept the suggestion, but it seems like you did, at least by accident. So now, just like your friend, you’re a buff, cocky, japanese jock.

But I don’t think that's the only thing that has changed about you. See, if this was a normal case of InstaJock, you’d have changed mentally just as quickly as you changed physically. It’s possible your friend pressed the ‘multiple personality’ option. It’s pretty much what it sounds like, though I should say for clarity's sake that it's nothing like the actual mental disorder that used to be called multiple personality disorder. It’s more like the cliche version you see on tv shows. Your personality wasn’t overwritten with a jocks personality like most people who use InstaJock, in fact you were able to keep your original personality… it’s just that now you also have a jock personality in your head too. He seems to be in control of your body at the moment too, from all the flexing and the way you keep saying ‘bro.’ I wouldn’t worry though, from what I’ve seen situations like this you and him will be swapping control pretty often. You’ll usually be you… unless something draws him out. Like a hot girl, or a hot guy, or the sight of a gym, or the sounds of a football game, or just seeing your own beefy muscles… Yeah, you might actually be spending a lot of time as your other self. My only advice is to make your peace with him. You guys are going to have to get used to each other.

At least you got a great body out of the deal, even if you have to share it.

[cottonlemonade]

Hello, may I please get a ramune and soke dorayaki from menu B for tendou

Please, and thank you

🫱💴

Here, meney

How You Met

word count: 997 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: rival!Tendou x chubby!Reader (feat. Semi and Ushijima as wingmen)

genre: fluff, rivals to lovers

warnings: mentions of having a nosebleed?

request: fluffy, detention with rival Tendou, as manager

Tendou loved riling people up. To him, volleyball was as much about psychological warfare as it was about physical abilities and he particularly enjoyed testing out a new person’s limits. So when the local university’s volleyball team announced that they brought their newly appointed manager, he was delighted to have a fresh study subject. Did he think you were cute? Absolutely. Being quite a bit shorter than him, as well as plump and squishy looking, he immediately focused his attention on you and tested how much teasing it would take to get you to snap at him. He was a simple boy that way. What he didn’t expect, however, was a bloody nose and being shoved into an empty classroom with you.

“You can’t just give me detention! He started it! And I don’t even go to this school!”, you called through the closed door but no one answered.

“Yeah, old Washijo has quite the trigger finger.”, Tendou shrugged, slumping on his chair and leaning his head back to stop the bleeding.

“You pack quite the punch, little plum.”

“Don’t call me that unless you want me to have another go at that nose.”, you grumbled, slumping down on a chair two desks away from him. He just laughed and sighed. It really hadn’t taken long for him to be completely in love.

“So, is that guy your boyfriend?”

“Huh?”

“That guy I talked about that made you sucker punch me.”

“That was hardly a sucker punch.”

Tendou tensed a little that you avoided the question but he kept poking further.

“Then… That big beefy guy with the babyface - you aren’t together?”

You looked at him, arms crossed.

“No. We’re friends. - And I’m protective of my friends.”

“Yeah I could tell.” He stretched his face and removed the whatted up piece of tissue from his nose, tipping back his chair on its hind legs.

It seemed you were quite hellbent on ignoring him until the 30 minute timeout was over. Meanwhile, the red haired boy studied you openly, finding more things he liked about you with every minute. Like the way you scrunched your nose in annoyance when you noticed him staring.

“What?”, you barked.

“Nothing. Ever considered dating someone younger than you? I’m perfectly legal, organic and grass-fed.”

“Organic and grass-fed…? Do you want me to eat you?”, you frowned confused.

“We can start with a normal date and see where the night takes us.”, he said with a wink.

After that you pretended he was air until the captain of the varsity team came to collect you.

“Uuuuugh!”, Tendou repeatedly bonked his head against the table at lunch the next day. His friends regarded him with questioning looks.

“Grass-fed! What was I thinking?”, he lamented with a muffled voice.

“Yeah, what were you thinking?”, Semi asked with a raised brow.

“I don’t know! My brain just… stopped working. I couldn’t control what I was saying.” The middle blocker turned his head to the side, looking up at his friends, cheek still smooshed against the table.

“So, you can’t flirt. You’ll get better and the next girl might not even punch you.”, Semi said encouragingly but Tendou pouted.

“But I don’t want another girl. I want this one.”, he sat up, eying Semi who just lifted a spoonful of soup to his mouth but stopped.

“What?”

“How do you get girls to go out with you, Semi-Semi? You dress horribly and it really can’t be your personality.”

Semi ignored the slight and just raised a hand to gesture at his face.

“Does it all for me.”

“Ugh.” Tendou dropped back onto the table.

“May I make a suggestion?”, Ushijima offered, setting down his water bottle.

“Sure.”

“Like with many things in life you could draw inspiration from nature. So I suggest, you do it like animals.”

Goshiki choked on a piece of tofu and Semi let out a scandalized, “Ushijima-san!”, patting the first-year next to him on his back.

Tendou straightened again and raised a hand, “Wait, let’s hear the man out. - Proceed.”

“A lot of animals bring gifts to their potential mates such as rocks or even food as courtship. You don’t have to bring her rocks unless she finds them fascinating but food seems like a reasonable start.”

“See, it was nothing weird. Dirty mind, you!”, Tendou teased and Semi put a hand to his chin in thought.

“As crazy as he sounds, that is actually a good idea.”, the setter agreed.

One week later when the varsity team came for another training match, Tendou waited for you by the entrance of the gym, rolling back and forth on his heels in nervousness.

You scowled when you saw him.

“Can I talk to you for a moment, y/n-chan?”

“I don’t remember ever offering you to drop formalities.”

“Alright, little plum-san. Do you have a minute?”

You sighed and nodded to the captain who led the team into the gym, leaving you behind.

After taking a deep breath he brought his hands out in front of him and presented you with a box of chocolates.

“They’re not poisoned.”, he said.

“Well that’s reassuring.”, you carefully took the box into your hand and opened the lid.

They looked a bit crooked like they had been a factory mishap.

“I made them.”, Tendou added and your eyes widened. Okay, so far so good. He just had to stick to the script he and his friends came up with.

“I’m sorry for last week. I’ll make sure not to annoy your players verbally anymore. Or insinuate that one of them looks like a third grader in the body of an accountant. But… I really did mean it when I asked you out. I think you’re really pretty and”, he chuckled and brushed the tip of his nose, “really strong.”

You considered him for a moment, then looked down at the chocolates again. It must have taken him hours to make those.

“Fine. One coffee.”

a/n: the way you wrote your request made me laugh xD thank you so much! I hope you liked it - this one got a bit wild 🫠

[gatorbites-imagines]

Can you write jason todd with ftm reader where he defends him from transphobia in public? I need my big beefy boyfriend to beat up transphobes for me pls. Thanks and happy pride ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Jason Todd x FTM reader

Headcanons

idc what anyone says, gotham knights Jason is beautiful to me

Hallo zusammen. Happy pride. My teacher decided last second to change everything about my next exam, so ive been stressing. So to make myself feel better, here’s some Jason going to pride with his BF.

As much as Gotham is a shithole filled to the gills with crime, its got a large demographic of LGBT. Even the heroes and villains are somewhere on that spectrum, which also means none of them target the local pride parades.

But like any pride parade, there are bigots at the sidelines. Now, Gothamites don’t do stupid well, so most are sent packing before they can even start up with their usual theatrics. Are you gonna yell homophobic slurs at poison ivy? Or when Killer Croc is walking by wearing rainbow streamers?

That doesn’t mean there aren’t stupid that sticks around. They are rarely locals, since even the most hateful locals know not to be dumb enough to cause a ruckus the one place the villains and vigilantes get along and have the same goal.

Not every hero was suited up though, seeing as you and Jason were walking side by side along with everyone else. Jason was wearing a less flashy outfit, mainly because he doesn’t do bright colors too much, but your sexuality and gender were more out in the open.

At least obvious enough for some hateful person to spot that you’re trans. And since you look like an easy target, amongst Gothamites at least, they decide to focus on you with their hateful rhetoric.

Insults weren’t anything new slung around Gotham, a city where you would get called a bad nickname more than your actual name. but it was never focused on something like your gender, your sexuality, or your race. It would be something like the fact that you wore ugly shoes, or that you ate weird.

which was why it catching the attention of more than just your boyfriend when the transphobic slurs get thrown at you. Apparently, you freezing up at the slurs seem like a win to these people, as they start yelling and jeering at you even more.

 Surprisingly it isn’t Jason that throws the first punch. Its some random chick wearing a lesbian flag over her shoulders and purple ladder laced boots. Her punch seems to unleash what everyone had been holding in, not wanting to give these bigots any attention.

Jason gets his own punches in of course, specifically targeting the people that had been yelling slurs at you. And as much as you hate this city sometimes, seeing people from all across the board come together to beat up bigots seems like its as unified as Gotham is ever gonna get.

Some other people wearing pride flags or colors come to check up on you, but you are honestly too busy watching Jason throw a guy with an offensive sign across the pavement.

The other people nod approvingly at your boyfriend. Fun to think Jason, the most Gotham guy you know, gets the approval from the Gotham gays.

When Jason comes back, he’s still jittery, his blood clearly rushing from the confrontation, but a couple of kisses and thank you gets him to settle down for the most part. He ends up more colorful than he would like, being given flower crowns and different lanyards and sashes. But hearing you laugh is enough to make him put up with it.

And if you’re wondering where the heroes were? Well, they just happen to have been busy with something else, even if Red Robin had been sitting on the ledge of a building, wearing his own pride flag the entire time.

You and Jason can both tell he won’t hear the end of this when you guys get home later. At the end of the day, the hateful speech doesn’t weigh too much on you, knowing that not just Jason, but Gotham as a whole, would chew up and spit anyone out who tried it.

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#367

“That’s it?  That’s all you have to say?  Seriously?  You call me in on my day off.  I cancel my afternoon with my Marine buddies at the lake.  Ok fine, I’ll catch up with them later.  I drive twenty minutes to get here.  There’s hardly anybody else around.  I come over and you want to talk about landscaping this back region, something that could have waited until Monday?  Really?  I thought considering what happened yesterday that you would be asking to give me a blowjob or something….

“…Oh for fuck’s sake!  Do not fucking pretend that you and I weren’t at Ruby’s bookstore yesterday at the same time.  You and I were in the last two booths on opposite sides of a good sized glory hole.  You sucked my dick for fifteen minutes, edging me a couple times.  You whispered, ‘Let me lick your ass.’  You did just that when I turned and offered my crack for your tongue.  Then I flooded your mouth with my usual massive load.  Now do you remember?

“Good.  You can knock this coy shit off.  You called me to come in, brought me to the back part of the property where no one ever goes, in hopes of doing what?  Did you think that we would play strip parchesi?

“I get it.  You want me to do this, to take the initiative.  You want me to ask for a blow job?  You don’t have the balls to ask yourself. 

“For fuck’s sake.  There’s no need for me to ask you.  You are a fucking cock hound.  Yeah, you may have a wife, three kids in a ten-bedroom house on twenty-four acres, with a detached five-car garage with a two bedroom mother-in-law suite above it, a vacation home in the Virgin Islands, a mid-seven-figure job, and yet you drive half an hour to the nasty industrial part of town to suck rank blue collar dick at a glory hole at Ruby’s bookstore.

“The thing is that you clearly have been doing it for a long time.  That wasn’t a casual blow job you gave me.  You knew how to manage my fat sausage, like an expert.  Your tongue never stopped hitting my sensitive spot.  You throated me with a mild struggle, but you didn’t give up.  And then, you knew how to read my cock to sense when I was getting close in order to edge me properly.

“So how long have you been sucking dick?...  Junior high?  Wow.  Let me guess.  It was some blue-collar factory worker.  Probably some big and beefy guy like me.  Was it?... Thought so.

“Henry, the guy working the front counter who I have known for years—fucked him a few times—told me that you are a regular, and you pay him a hundred bucks to direct the big guys your way.  That’s kinda bold.  Hell, that’s how I wound up at your hole.

“I’m surprised I didn’t pick up your sperm burping vibes until now.  When I came out of the booth yesterday, you threw open your door to see whose dick you had been sucking.  Once we made eye contact, your face went from curious, to excited, and finally to panicked all in one second.  You bolted out of there so fast.

“So here we are….  …Faggot?  What do you want to do?  Your silence is not going to get you my dick in your mouth.  You want my dick?  Tell me….

“…No, no, no.  I know if I were to whip my cock out that you would be on your knees throating me down in no time flat.  No, I am asking do you want my dick in your life?… To rule your life?

“Good.  What about my ass?  Your tongue liked the sweaty musk.  You must be an ass eater too.  You want to worship my shithole too?...

“Cunt, I better start hearing some ‘Sir’s’ after the yes’s and no’s you give.  You understand?...

“That’s better.  I have been using men for my own thing for decades.  You ain’t the first closeted faggot I have come across.  I have worked this situation before.

“Look I work for you whenever anyone else is around, but when we are alone together, I own you.  I’m Sir to you, and you will be Cunt or Faggot.  I will be calling the shots here.  We’ll work out more later. 

“When was the last time you had a man use your cunt?...  That long?  You may not be a virgin, but you will offer the same tightness.  Get naked….

“…You don’t do anal?  I don’t care.  You need to be cunted.  You’re gonna be cunted.  Naked. Now!...  Cunt, I expect you to do what I say, without hesitation.  That’s better. 

“You need to realize that I fully know how to work with a closet case.  Yeah, we are here on a Saturday, when none of my guys are here, we are in the back of your property where no one goes, and most importantly Sarah’s SUV is gone.  Considering you are back here about to be cunted, it’s safe to say that she has the kids.  How long is she gone?... 

“All day?  Well hot damn!  Walk with me.  No, leave your clothes there.  You need to be exposed for a bit….  In the middle of the field here. 

“On your knees.  Your goal is to put as much throat slime as you can on my dick.  That’s the only lube I’m going to use.  Reach up, unzip me, and take it out.  Balls too.

“This is the cock that is going to rule you.  I don’t care how many other dicks you suck, my dick is the one at the center of your universe.  Suck.

“Ahh,… That’s the tongue I remember.  Mmmm.  This is the kind of a blowjob I like at the end of a hard day.  One that I can unwind with.  That’s why I stopped at Ruby’s last night.  But today, I’m in control.  Hands behind you and keep them there.  All the way down to the root.  All… the… way… down! 

“When I put my hand on your head, I’m in control of the blowjob.  You dedicate that airway to me.  Gag motherfucker.  Gagging only puts more throat lube on my dick.  I’m going to give you a minute to really lube me up.

“…Struggle with that fat cock.  I would have expected a more experienced deeper throat.  We’ll get that trained right.  Blowjobs when the man is in control are a lot different, hunh?

“…Ok turn around.  On your knees….  Don’t worry while we are out in the open, no one is here.  Knees spread.  Shoulders on the ground.  Arms at your side.  Palms by your knees and face up. 

“This is how to present a cunt for a cunting.  And what a pretty pussy it is.  So pretty, that I think you earned an extra glob of spit.  There.

“Scream fucker.  I always go right to the root.  No fucking countdown.  No time to accommodate.  Oh, fuck you are tight.  Man.  This cunt is mine now.  I decide what to do with it.  We are going to have some fun. 

“You like blue collar men?  Cunt, I am going to whore you out to some nasty big brutes.  I know places where cunts are used and tossed aside.  There are a few rest stops on the interstate, some truck stop with old school showers, there’s even a mechanic shop I know with a nasty bathroom around back.  I can’t wait to transform this cunt a perpetual sloppy mess. 

“Remember I told you I was going to the lake with my Marine buds?  We are all hard-working men who enjoy using cunt fags.  That’s why we go to the lake, to use them hard.  If you think you can get away from the family for an overnight, we’ll go up there later today.

“Oh there you go.  Now keep that cunt relaxed.  Tightness is hot in the beginning, but ultimately, I like it sloppy.  Oh man.  I’m getting close.  Fucking close.  This cunt was made for my dick.  Here it cums!  Here it fucking cums!  Ahhhh!  Ahhhh!

“Goddamn.  Cunt, you may give great blowjobs, but this cunt is gold.

“When I pull out, your mouth will move to clean me up.  If you want to jack off while doing it, go for it. 

“…Oh look, there’s a little blood mixed in with my load.  A tiny skid mark.  It all goes in your mouth….  Fuck!  Does that feel good. 

“Ok Cunt.  This is what’s going to happen.  I will rule your cunt, your dick, your mouth, basically you.  I don’t care if you still go to Ruby’s to suck on more blue collar dick.  I’m not that kind of possessive.  But when I want your holes, I want them now.  I understand there is the wife thing.  I can work around that. 

“I want to know all details of all the loads you take.  If you spend an afternoon at the glory holes, I want to know how many cocks did you suck, and how many loads did you swallow.  You’ll have a tracker on your phone so I know where you are at all times. 

“Getting away to service me is going to require some changes from you.  The one that pops into mind is get Sarah’s goddamned yoga studio out from over the garage.  I’m going to move in there.  It makes sense to have me on grounds in general, but now I will have a room nearby for my cock to enjoy some nearby cunt.

“I will also accept a raise.  If I’m going to be fucking you, it will cost extra.  Yeah that makes me a whore, but I’m fine with that. 

“Now we get to the part of the conversation where you realize just how much you are owned by me.  You know Ruby’s has hidden cameras throughout their booths?  No?  Not many are aware.  Henry showed me a few very clear videos of you going to town on some rather big dicks.  I have copies on my phone….

“No, no, keep cleaning the mess you left on my cock.  I can show the videos to you later.  My buds at the lake will definitely appreciate seeing them.  You know, having it on my phone, I can show them to anyone.

“If you think that our relationship is going to be all fucking and sucking, I’ve only just begun.  I keep telling you that I own you; I really do fucking own you.

“OMG are you cumming?...  Fuck yeah!...  You are a sick faggot!”

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

The Secret Passion of Rod Steiger

Featuring Actor Rod Steiger

Back in 2001, I was working as an AC repair man in Malibu, CA when I was younger and can confirm. The older guys there (many of them married) liked dick on the side. I got as many blowjobs as I needed (and I needed a lot). Plus, the older and otherwise dominant guys would often let me fuck them wildly in bed. And I was more than happy to take their loads in either hole-and yes, I mean either hole. One particular man I like to recall for your perusal in was Rod Steiger. A famous character actor in the 1950s and '60s Hollywood known his his roles in On the Waterfront, The Pawnbroker, and In the Heat of the Night.

When I arrived at his Malibu home and rang the doorbell, I was greeted by his wife. She walks me to the pool area and calls out to him.

"What the hell do you want?"

After telling him the repairman was here, she was head out to run some errands and would be gone all afternoon. Then I watched in surprise as he climbed out of the pool in all his naked glory. I immediately focused on a nice size cock. His body was thick and almost hairless as he picked up a towel and started to dry his big body. Putting his foot in a lounge chair and bent over to dry his legs and feet, his beefy ass shined in the sun as I gazed at his balls hung beneath his wide pretty butt. I was glad to have my tool bag to hide my erection as he put on a robe and headed towards me.

"The thermostat is in here." He said.

He led me through the house, stopping briefly to talk about keepsakes adorning his walls and shelves. He had led a very interesting life and loved recalling the twists and turns. I loved hearing stories of times gone by.

It was a simple fix, taking ten to fifteen minutes at the most.

"Well it working now." I said as I pushed a screwdriver into my tool belt. "Should get good and cold now."

"Thanks… and I enjoy it." Mr. Steiger said he reached for a pen and quickly wrote the check.

As he sat in front of me writing, his balls were clearly visible from his robe. There they were, just plopped on the chair. He looked at me, adjusted his glasses smiling at me as he wrote the check. I couldn’t take this shit anymore, I wanted so bad to suck his cock. But I didn’t know if he would let me. So I did the next best thing, I grabbed a hold of my crotch trying to move my stiff cock inside my pants. Mr. Steiger’s eyes shifted down looking at me positioning my cock in my pants.

“Oh, I can see you’re a little hard down there, unzip your pants, pull it out, I’m pretty sure you need to let it out for some fresh air.” Mr. Steiger said.

I was glad he wanted to see my manhood as I unzipped my pants, pulling out my 7 inch hard cock. I could tell Mr. Steiger was impressed by my cock as he opened his robe revealing his 4 inch soft, uncut cock. It was so hot seeing his foreskin wrap around his cock head that I quickly got on my knees, moving myself closer to him. I took a hold of his cock looking up at him. Mr. Steiger had the most amazed look on his face seeing that I wanted his old cock as stroke his cock slowly. His cock begins to get hard and by the time he was fully stiff he was around 7 to 8 inches.

I went down on him taking it into my mouth, I heard him moan, his warm hands caressing my hair. I couldn’t believe I was blowing Mr. Steiger in his kitchen. We kept at it for about 10 more minutes until; I took my mouth off his cock. My mouth was full of his tasty precum.

Suddenly I stood up, letting pants fall to the floor as my throbbing dick sprung up and stood straight out from my body. The old man's eyes got big as he looked at my thick dick before reaching down and grabbing hold of it. I loved the feel of his hand on my dick as he started jacking it hard and fast.

Then the next thing I knew, the old actor has my dick in his mouth and was sucking on it with such skill that I realized that mine wasn’t the first dick that Mr. Steiger had sucked. The old man swallow inch after inch of my dick. And damn if he didn't deep throat my dick almost to its root.

Hell, I grabbed his bald head and started fucking Mr. Steiger. No matter how hard I shoved my cock down his throat, the old cock sucker took it and pushed his face against my crotch for more.

"Damn, what a cock." The old man said as he briefly pulled his mouth away from my cock.

Then Mr. Steiger was sucking me again and jacking himself off wildly. He didn't try to see how much of my dick he could get down his throat like before, he just sucked the head of my dick like crazy. I whispered to him that I wanted to put my cock inside him. He winked at me as I helped him up to give me a peck on the forehead. I could not believe this was happening as Mr. Steiger turned around, dropped his robe to the floor and bent over to give me full view of his beautiful, round and plump ass saying, "Fuck me."

I leaned over and licked his hole good and wet before spitting on my hand, slicking up my cock the best I could. I figured I would have a hell of a time getting my huge mushroom head into Mr. Steiger’s hole. But damn if his hairy asshole didn’t almost suck my cock inside. I knew then and there that this old actor had been doing more than just sucking cocks.

"Yes." He moaned from my entry of his warm butt.

Then I was holding his big ass with both hands as I began fucking him fast and steady in seconds. I was hunching at him hard, pinning him to the table with my thrusts. I grabbed his cheeks and spred them wider as I shoved my dick in and out in a frenzy. Damn this was good!

"That's it. Take my cock." I said almost angrily as I rammed my dick into him.

"Yes, fuck me. Make me yours." Rod answered.

I fucked him like a paid whore, ramming it deep and hard. Mr. Steiger was shaking his head, grunt and moaning loudly now and I could tell by him looking back at me that he wanted it even harder. And damn if him doing that didn’t excite me ever more. Hell, I started kissing the back of the old man neck as I fucked him while he jacked himself off. I don’t know how long I fucked him. Time lost all meaning. I was in heaven. And as I pumped my big dick into his ass, he shot his load on the kitchen floor and just kept cuming.

With Mr. Steiger going his orgasm, I reached around and held on to his big fat belly as I began to shoot my load deep in his pretty ass. His ass made a sucking sound as my cum filled it to the rim. I reached up to feel his breast as I still pumped his daddy hole. His nipples were hard as a rock as I pinched them. My dick finally slipped out as it became limp.

What a fucking I had given the old sweet fella. He really loved it to. He had a wide grin on his face as he turned around pulling his britches up. He leaned toward me and planted a big wet kiss on my lips. I opened my mouth wide to take his tongue in my mouth. Once we cleaned up and put our clothes back on, we were employer and employee again. Still, I’m looking forward to next time his AC breaks down.

[littleseasiren]

Fight for me - Part 2

Summary: After years in an abusive relationship, you finally get out. When the Avengers decide to raise awareness for your Battered Women's Home, you bump into Bucky Barnes, the hottest, most complicated man you've ever met. He thinks you're too good for him, but when your abusive ex reappears, Bucky knows he has to keep you safe - by any means necessary.

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x reader

Warnings: Language

Words: ~ 2700

Series Masterlist

When you enter the compound the following morning, you giggle as you see 6 small children running around playing with the Avengers. Catching Natasha's eyes, she stops playing with them and joins you.

"Hi Natasha, sorry for stopping by so unexpectedly." 

"No problem, honey. Nice of you to come visit again. Sorry about the munchkins, they're a group from Queens who came to meet us." You both smile at a little girl as she looks up at you and then runs away. "We should probably swap phone numbers - that way you can just call me, and I can bring you straight up."

"I would love that, but I don't really have a cell phone anymore. I didn't want my... ex to find me with it. So, no cell for me..." You stare at the ground in front of you, not wanting to meet her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to bring up painful memories. Tell you what, I'll talk to the security guys and get you a permanent pass. That way, you can just come up, no questions asked."

"You're sweet, Nat, but I'm already bothering you guys too much. I just came to bring some cookies to say thank you for all that you Avengers do."

"You could never be a bother - don't even think that. We're friends, right? And the guys never complain when you're here. At least they pretend to be gentlemen when you're present. Add to that bribing with sweets, and that makes you our favourite person!" Nat slowly takes your hand and gives it a squeeze, and you softly squeeze back. "When Wanda comes back from her mission, we'll all have a girls' night, ok? We can throw the boys out of the living room, watch romantic comedies all evening and binge-eat whatever we want!" Her smile is so big you can't help but join in.

"That sounds amazing! Sign me up for a girl's night asap!" You two chuckle. You see Bucky leaning against a wall, watching everything from the far corner of the room. "Why does it look like Bucky is in a time-out?" You can't help but ask.

Natasha takes a deep breath before answering. "Mrs. Berg over there," she points to the adult female talking to Steve and Bruce, "has not so subtly let it be known that she doesn't approve of Bucky interacting with the children. Steve almost kicked her out since Bucky is an Avenger, too. At first, Bucky wanted to simply leave, but he eventually agreed to watch from the sidelines." Her brows pull together in concern. "You know how he is..."

"Yeah, I know, he-" You start to say but stop as you see the smallest girl in the group break away from the others and run to Bucky, wrapping her chubby arms around his shin. A look of utter confusion fills his face as he looks down at the little girl a second later. She pulls on his pant leg before taking a step back and signing something to him. 

All the adults in the room become silent as they turn to watch the interaction. "I should probably go tell him what she's saying..." Clint starts to walk towards Bucky before he halts, watching as Bucky sinks down into a crouch. Gasps fill the room as Bucky signs back to the little girl. She shrieks in amazement, her little hands flying around as she signs again. The most beautiful smile forms on Bucky's face as the two of them interact together.

"Um, Steve... are you aware that Bucky knows ASL?" Sam asks Steve softly.

"No idea, Sam." Steve watches his best friend - Hydra's most feared assassin - tickle the squealing girl, her pink hearing aid disappearing underneath her hair as she swings around and runs to Mrs. Berg then runs back to Bucky. The pink butterflies on her shoes bouncing with every step. 

When she runs back to the group leader, Mrs. Berg grabs her and pulls her close, stopping her from running to Bucky again. She signs at the woman and gestures to Bucky, but the scowl on the older woman's face is enough to keep her still but doesn't stop tears from forming in the little girl's eyes.

The smile disappears from Bucky's face instantly as he stands up to his full height, eyes becoming hard once again. 

"I asked you to avoid interacting with the children, didn't I? See what you did - you made her cry." Her words are harsh as she grabs the other children closer to her, her eyes full of disdain falling on Bucky.

Sam and Natasha start to defend Bucky instantly before Steve's loud voice fills the room. "No, ma’am. You brought the children here to meet the Avengers, and Bucky is one of us. He graciously agreed to observe out of respect for your wishes, but the little girl here? She went to him, he didn't instigate anything. And it seemed like they got on great before you pulled her back. That's why she started crying - you're keeping her from her new friend."

"You can't expect me to allow the Winter Soldier to play with the kids! He's murdered hundreds of people!" You watch as Bucky flinches, her angry words bringing back memories you know he wants to forget.

"Listen here, lady, you can just -" Sam starts before Bucky interrupts him. 

"It's fine, Sam." He looks at Steve before he continues, "Thanks for trying, Steve, but I'll get out of the way. Don't let this ruin the children's favourite day." Bucky ducks down and signs to the little girl in farewell, whatever he says, making her stop crying and smile once again. His eyes meet yours shyly as he turns around and starts walking away.

"Bucky, wait!" You call after him as you shuffle around the room to meet his waiting form. "Don't let that witch get you down - that was the cutest thing I've ever seen." You speak loudly, making sure Mrs. Berg can hear you. "I brought some cookies. You guys got any coffee around here?"

He glances back at you, the corner of his mouth moving up in an almost smile. "Sure, doll, we got coffee," he says as he walks down the corridor, you following behind him safely.

"Leave some cookies for me!" Sam shouts as the children start to giggle once again.

Bucky leads you to the kitchen, pointing at the far side of the breakfast nook for you to have a seat before filling the kettle with water and switching it on. "You're sweet, Y/N, but you don't have to babysit me. I'm used to people not wanting me around." He leans against the nook and rolls a coaster under his hand, eyes not meeting yours.

"She's an idiot, Bucky. Anyone could see that little girl pretty much thinks the world revolves around you. And you spent, what... like 2 minutes with her? I barely know you, and I like you as a friend already."

The coaster stills in Bucky's hand, the silence unexpected. His eyes shoot up, staring at you with his mouth slightly parted. Seconds before his staring becomes uncomfortable, a whistle sounds from the kettle. His lips curl up into a small smile as he stands and grabs two mugs from the top shelf. "Do you want some coffee or tea?"

"Coffee would be great, thanks." You stare at his broad back as he turns around and makes the coffee. What was that all about? Was that smile because you said you liked him as a friend? You pull out your container full of sugar cookies and place it in front of his coffee cup as he takes a seat opposite you, his back to the open door. Yet again, he has considered your needs and placed your comfort before his own. With your seat facing the door, you have a clear view of anyone who might enter the kitchen. You watch as Bucky grasps his mug with gloved hands. "Um, I don't mean to pry, but is everything ok?" He looks at you curiously before you continue. "Whenever I see you, you're wearing gloves..."

Bucky glances down at his gloved hands, then back to you, unconsciously biting his lower lip. "I-um. Guess you don't know..." Slowly, he starts to pull the gloved fingers off his left hand. "When Hydra -" Voices sound from the hallway before Sam comes rushing in, stilling Bucky’s movement.

"Are there still cookies? Please tell me Barnes didn't eat all of it!" He runs to the table and sighs in relief before grabbing two cookies and stuffing them into his mouth.

"Buck, we finally got the group out, so it's safe to leave the kitchen," Steve says as he pats Bucky's shoulder. The rest of the team enters the kitchen as Natasha takes a seat next to you. "I wasn't aware you knew ASL?" Steve asks his oldest friend.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Steve. My dossier doesn't have everything in it, punk."

"Where did you pick it up?" Clint asks from the kitchen, sitting on the countertop.

"I, uh, had a mission with Hydra. It was an infiltrate and..." He stops talking, brows furrowed as his eyes become dark with sorrow. His chair scrapes the floor as he stands up suddenly, making you gasp softly. "Uh, sorry. I got to go." He says as he all but runs out of the kitchen.

"Shit, sorry, Steve. I shouldn't have asked," Clint says as he glances at Steve.

"It's alright, Clint." He smiles at you, "Nice to see you again, Y/N," before he disappears from the kitchen.

For the next two days, your thoughts constantly drift back to Bucky. His size intimidated you, but you appreciated how aware he was around you. He had pulled Sam back before you had even noticed Sam had wanted to hug you, and that day in the kitchen, he made sure you could see if anyone entered the room. 

For such a considerate man, he kept seeing himself as a bad guy. Was he really, or did he just think that? You knew he was somehow forced to hurt people, that he didn't remember everything the past 70 years, but that was all you knew. Josh hadn't allowed you to watch TV, just a few movies he wanted to watch. When you had finally gotten away from him, you were moving from shelter to shelter until you ended up at the Battered Woman's shelter, where you are now. So there wasn't really any time to just watch TV or read about him. 

That evening, you find yourself outside the Tower again, early for the first self-defence class. The guards assure you that you can go up, even if it is too early. When you enter the gym, Bucky spots you immediately and waves quickly. You see him and Natasha moving about on the mats, talking animatedly.

"You sure this is better for them than punching?" Natasha curls her fingers and shoves her palm up toward Bucky's nose.

"Yeah, I do. Punching requires coordination and using your body weight as balance. The ladies will most likely hurt themselves more than their attacker. With this, the palm takes a lot of the impact, and the upward move gives the force behind it. Even if they just stand normally, they should still do some damage to the attacker." You slowly walk closer as Bucky gestures for you to join them with gloved hands. 

"Hi, Y/N," Natasha says as she gives your hand a gentle squeeze. "Would you mind trying a move and see if you feel comfortable?"

"Um, yeah, sure..." you say as you move closer. Bucky nods at Natasha as he steps to the side, giving you space but staying in your line of sight.

"Ok, I just want to see if you're comfortable with a move." She raises her hand, "I need you to curl your fingers at the first two knuckles, not making a fist. See?" you nod as you copy her move. "Ok, now pretend you want to hurt someone in front of you. Bring your wrist close to your chest before you quickly strike, hitting your opponent with the fleshy bottom of your palm, keeping your wrists straight." She demonstrates before you copy her once again, striking quickly into the air. "How does that feel?"

You do the move a second time before you answer, "It feels good. Like I could do a lot of damage." You smirk at her as you meet Bucky's smiling eyes.

"Ok, it's settled then," Natasha says as she looks up at Bucky. "Guess you were right, soldier." Bucky merely nods in return as he picks up his bag.

A part of you doesn't want him to leave so quickly. "Were the cookies ok?" You ask them both, eyes focusing on Bucky.

"They were amazing!" Natasha exclaims. 

"They were delicious, doll. Thanks for the treat," Bucky adds while Natasha moves to the centre of the room to speak to a lady. 

Sam jogs up close to Bucky. "Did I hear her say cookies? You got any more for us, Y/N? We all had a bite, and then suddenly they were all gone, poof!"

"I'm glad you guys enjoyed them," you giggle as you add, "I'll probably make something new this evening. I'll bring them tomorrow night."

"No pressure doll. Sam's just being an idiot. You don't have to make us anything..." Bucky adds as he elbows Sam softly before grabbing his bottled water and taking a sip.

"I enjoy baking, so it's no problem. I was actually wondering, between you and Steve, who's bigger?"

Bucky chokes on his water as Sam laughingly says, "Bucky got the bigger package if that's what you're asking."

"Shut up, Sam," Bucky growls as he closes his water before he attempts to start talking. "Doll-"

"Oh, hell," your cheeks burn as your heart rate skyrockets from humiliation. "I really didn't plan that out in my head. I just meant, between Bucky and Steve, if I have extra cookies or sweets, who should get more? Who has the bigger energy requirement?" You look at your shoes as you try to slow your racing heart before slowly looking up.

"Bucky's the biggest, meanest one here. He's the biggest in all the ways," Sam keeps laughing.

"Shut up, Sam!" Bucky elbows him, making Sam flinch. "I swear to God..."

"What, I'm helping!" Sam chuckles as he steps away from Bucky, heading to the gym door.

"I'll help you into an early grave," Bucky says to the departing figure before he meets your eyes. His cheeks are tinted pink as he runs a hand through his long hair. "Doll-"

"Barnes, are you staying for the class?" Natasha interrupts whatever he was going to say. "We're starting in three minutes." You look around and see most of the ladies from the shelter have arrived.

"Wish I could, Red," Bucky replies to Natasha before he smiles at you. "I should get going before Martha gets here. Have fun, Y/N," he states before turning around and exiting the gym.

The self-defence class is surprisingly both fun and very informative. Natasha is a great teacher, showing the group various basic moves such as palm strikes, and knees to the groin; as well as tips to distract an attacker. At the end of the class, you are tired but happy to have exercised and learned new moves.

Back at the shelter, you quickly shower and have dinner before you head to the kitchen and start making some peanut butter clusters. You're thankful that Martha allows you to bake in the kitchen at night.

You can't help smiling, thinking back on how flustered Bucky got with the conversation today. In all defence, you were a bit embarrassed as well, but it didn't stop your mind from thinking about all that was said. Just how big is Bucky...?

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗂 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 (𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍)

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗂, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗃𝗈𝖻, 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗂 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 (𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾), 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗎𝖻!𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗂, 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. }

   Kirishima is so rough but it's not on purpose at all, trust him. he can't help but be a little bit bigger than you, that's his design, he exercised for that muscular yet chubby body that he has

   And he was always taller than you (ᴍᴏꜱᴛʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ) but that's just his design, and when he started working out he was already a little stronger than the average lifter and that strength grew as he did

   Now it was no surprise when you came face to face with the monster that rested between his legs, you shouldn't have been shocked really

   You assumed that big beefy guys like Kirishima bulked up as a form of overcompensation, but because you were thinking with five of your smartest brain cells it's obvious that you lacked sense

   Kirishima isn't like those other gym heads. he's kinder, funnier, and barely tells +18 rated jokes. so when you wanted to please him after he took you on a fifth date, you should have realized. it's your fault really

   Currently you were in a hotel sitting upright on your knees in between the botched redhead's legs, his robe now opened, a semi hard monster staring you in the face

   You prayed: to your homegirls, a bottle of throat spray, and your honey lemon tea because you wasn't going to hoe out. your mama didn't raise no bitch

   Wrapping your hand around his shaft it felt heavy and hot. how the man's able to slang this wood without showing his print? who knows but you'll find out as soon as you're done with him

   He groaned softly as you revealed his dick, it stood fully hard at 9 inches and a three finger width, your hand couldn't wrap around it fully ᴏʜ ʏᴇᴀ ꜱɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀꜱꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪɴ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ

   He watched you, meticulously studying how you measured his hard dick in your small hands. he could bust right then if it didn't get him laughed at, maybe you would like that, his dick pulsed at the thought

   You gasp as it jumped in your hand, meeting his eyes that shined a particular crimson when the light hit him the right way, as a heavy blush entrapped his face, he looked away.

   "I'm sorry (y/n) it probably isn't as big as you're use to." You pause looking at him calling for his attention. "Kiri are you joking??" He looked at you confused tilting his head slightly

   "Kiri baby your dick is the biggest I've ever been in contact with, you dick is beyond the average length of men in like, more than half the world!?" You praised making sure you emphasized 'beyond'

   He piped up and you were sure if he had a tail it would be wagging. "Really?!" You chuckle at his excitement. "Yea I'm kinda nervous you might break me, but I ain't a bitch."

   You let out a fat glob of spit working both hand on his shaft, stroking up and down. every time you approached the tip you squeezed a little tighter making him cry out

   One thing you loved about about giving blowjobs is the noises your partner made and that is what you're loving about Kirishima right now, the vocalism, you felt yourself getting wetter immediately

   Wanting to hear more you kissed his tip licking over it, double hand twisting never stopped, Kirishima bit his lip holding in what you wanted—no needed—to hear

   You placed his tip right under your bottom lip as you pouted in faux sympathy batting your full lashes. "Kiri~ I wanna hear you. How 'm 'posed to know if you're feeling good hmm~?"

   This is the second time not even five minutes in that Kirishima has almost accidentally wasted his seed. "Fuuck, sorry, didn't wanna mess you up, just look so pretty down there sucking on my cock."

   Now the word 'cock' for you was a weird and cringy word, only used by white pornstars that faked every orgasm, but when Kirishima used it??

   You almost frosted your panties. Rapidly you flexed your tongue on his slit causing him to buck and whine. "Fuck if you actually put your mouth on me, I might cum fucckk."

   Smiling at him, you rubbed his dick against your face while it leaked gobs of precum. "Go ahead it's fine you can cum, I'll drink it all up, just for you."

   He cried out as you gripped his balls with one hand, they were heavier than his dick. "They feel so full Kiri wouldn't you love to cum in my mouth? I'd be soo grateful." He whimpered out a hum making you tsk

   "No no no Kiri I told you I need to be able to hear you. So what do you want?" Your condescending tone spurring him on even more as you continue fondling his balls and stroking his dick

   "Ooh fuck sugar I w-wanna cum in your mouth watch you swallow it 'n see your tongue come out clean, s-shit wanna see you choke on how much milk comes f-from my cock ahhh~ 'm so fuckin close." You laugh at his confession

   "Of course I can do that baby gimme all your cum I want all of that." Lightly squeezing his testicles before you kissed the head of his dick putting your mouth on it swirling your tongue awaiting your prize

   He bucked as you took only three inches of him, tanned fists turning white from how harshly a grip he had on the bed. "Fuucck shit shit shit ugghhh take it." He pleaded tensing buckets of his cum flowed into your mouth

   You swallowed heap by heap as it seemed to never end, but you didn't mind, pulling away as the last bead dripped onto your knuckle, you licked it up with haste

   Your tongue trailed Kiri's length reaching the tip, swirling off with a pop of your lips, pressing one last kiss for the day. you watched Kirishima twitch as he analyzed your face

   Brown skin wearing a shiny glaze because of the spit you lathered his dick with, his eyes focused on the movement of your mouth as you stuck out your pink organ. "I swallowed all of it. Right Kiri?"

   He was embarrassed with how much his dick spasmed. he nodded, arm draped across his face as you boldly laughed. "We should shower." He agreed a confused expression etching his face once more as you questioned him.

   "Well what about you? You did something for me but what about you?" You laughed kissing his forehead. "I wanted to gift you with something, you're always taking me on these beautiful dates. I wanted to show my appreciation."

   He hummed unhappily as you giggled. "Well if it really matters to you—"It does!" He interrupted. "You can help me out next time okay?"

   "Alright!"

——

   You both stood in front of your apartment door, Kiri held your hand kissing the back of it. "I'll see you for another date? Next Thursday good for you?" You nod a grin paints your face as you let out a small 'of course'

   He cheeses hugging you, arms wrapped around your waist as your arms landed around his neck. His face laid on your shoulder where he whispered in your ear.

   "Can't wait sugar~ bet you'll taste as good as you look. Get ready your pretty pussy's gonna be begging for more." He pulls from the hug kissing your cheek, a smirk adorning his face as yours held a look of shock.

   He watched you back into your doorway, expression never diminishing, even as you give a small shy wave you close the door after hearing his response a sultry "Have a good night sugar~"

   Tomorrow you were going to Spencer's early in the morning to find the biggest dildo they had and hope it was big enough

   You had to prepare

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌��𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[grumfield]

Indulge me—what is maiden rose about? What makes it good?

OKAYY IM GONNA USE THIS ASK AS AN EXCUSE TO GUSH. I am seasoned yaoi reader so it cannot be overstated how good this yaoi is for it to be my favorite of all time, and it’s my favorite because it takes all the tropes associated with the genre and then goes all in exploring them in the most interesting way possible. It also has my favorite ever weirdass power dynamic in anything ever, which is very high praise from someone like me!

Maiden Rose is a secondary world historical war manga that takes place right before and during a WWI/WWII inspired conflict between Fantasy Japan and Fantasy Germany + Russia. Fantasy Japan never got rid of its feudal system in this world so is very spiritualist, and has major emphasis on religious tradition, most notably a position called the Maiden Rose which is a sort of familial-inherited ‘hand of the emperor’ role, military position, and religious ordinance that is invoked during wartime. The Maiden Rose is believed to be blessed by the gods to bring Fantasy Japan to victory so long as they remain completely pure and unsullied, (ie celibate, isolated, nonviolent, emotionally distant, etc), or risk breaking the god’s blessing and thus losing the faith and support of the soldiers they lead. Personhood is basically abandoned to be a vessel for the desires of the country and war.

Taki is a twenty-year-old and at the start of the manga has recently been invoked as the Maiden Rose. Everyone respects him and adheres to his orders and he’s good at his job. Only hiccup to his advisors is the random big beefy weird blond guy who follows him around who everyone hates.

Enter other guy in this yaoi. The Ultimate Top. Seme Supreme. Klaus is a Fantasy German ex-school friend of Taki’s who basically abandoned and gave up his nationality, identity, and personhood to be Taki’s personal servant. Literally his legal delineation is just “guy who belongs to the Maiden Rose”. That’s all anyone knows, they’re suspicious of him because of this and think he might be a spy. The only additional thing the reader is privy to about him at the start is that he basically is constantly, violently raping Taki without anyone else knowing but them. And it’s played really straight, it’s a very uncomfortable read.

This is just kind of the setup for this manga because it’s told nonlinearly, switching between when Taki and Klaus were schoolmates together to the current war conflict to kind of breadcrumb the reader into how they got to this very unpleasant point in their relationship.

And man their relationship is absolutely APESHIT. I cannot emphasize how apeshit it is. Literally the manga is all about dehumanization and fuckywucky power dynamics and objectification and they’re trying to negotiate love with each other when literally they both have all the power over each other, none of the power over each other, and no freedom at all, because power and freedom are for people, and both their choices and the war have made them no longer people, so they can’t have anything they want ever forever and always and are just conduits for violence. It’s crazy, I love it, it’s good. Klaus is one of my favorite fictional characters ever.

[ladykailitha]

Star Child Part 10

We finally get the last two of the nuggets introduced in the story and some pretty heavy backstory for Steve. It ends in a weird place because I didn’t know how to end this chapter and the next part is fairly long. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

***

A couple of beefy looking guys were trying muscle their way through to get to the stage. One of the roadies stood up. He was wiry thin with dark hair and even darker eyes. The two men towered over him, but his expression was bland, almost bored as he crossed his arms in from on his chest.

“Oi!” he sneered. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

“We’re security for the venue,” the one on the right said, flashing his badge.

“Did Juan send you?” the roadie asked.

The second man leaned forward to read the roadie’s shirt. “Well, Mike, there isn’t a Juan working here. You can’t fool us.”

Mike smirked and jerked his thumb behind him to a large Latino man with arms like barrels and a chest like a tank.

“That’s Juan,” he said as if he was talking to an infant. “And he’s the one that manages the security with the venue.”

The two guys looked at each other and gulped.

“Now get the fuck out of here,” Mike said with a wave of his hand, “Before I have Juan break your legs.”

The two men scrambled away, grabbing and tripping over each other as they booked it for the door.

“Mike, Mike!” Juan said, coming up to him with his cell phone. “Kitten manuls! Aren’t they so cute!”

Mike peered at the phone and cooed. “They are so fluffy.”  

Juan wandered off to show the other roadies the picture as Mike shook his head. He pulled out his phone and hunted down the picture Juan showed him. Then he sent it to his boyfriend.

-Holy crap! They’re even cuter as kittens!

Mike grinned and typed out his reply.

-Ikr? You find out if you got the job?

Mike chewed on his lip nervously as he watching the ellipsis appear and disappear a few times before he got a response.

-I did But there’s some trouble with the studio and it might end up being an indie album. And if that happens...

Mike swore and sat down hard on an amp. He ran his fingers through his hair a few times before he wrote back.  

-Then you won’t get paid to do the album art. Shit. I told you working with that asshole was a mistake.

-We’ve been over this. If I want people to see my regular work, I need a big job. And if that means doing the album cover art for Steve Harrington, babe. Then I’m going to do it.

-Wills...

Mike wanted to just call him, but he was supposed to be working and he didn’t want to get into any more trouble. It had been a couple of minutes before Will replied.

-I’ll call you after the show. Okay?

Mike sighed.

-Yeah. I can’t wait to hear all about it I mean it okay?

-Love you.

Mike looked around and then pressed his lips to his phone.

-Love you, too.

Fuck Henry Creel. Fuck his goons. And fuck Steve Harrington.

*

Steve was looking at the offers he had been holding on to for the last six months. Which was when he started looking for a new label. In hindsight that was probably what prompted his label to be nasty, if he was honest.

But he didn’t care. He had mouths to feed and techs to pay. He wasn’t going to let his current label continue to pigeonhole him. He was also meeting with his PR firm today to release a statement about his sexuality before his label could weaponize it against him.

They were going to draw up statements for if they got it out first, the label, or some news outlet.

Steve glanced at his watch and Robin should be arriving with the new PR rep any minute now. And as sure as if his thoughts summoned them, there was the sound of his doorbell. He jogged out to the front door and opened it.

He gave them his most sincere smile. “Hello there, ladies.”

Robin giggled and her companion merely gave a serene smile. He led them into his office and offered them drinks.

“I’ve got bottled water, Coke, lemon-aid...” he said. “What can I get you?”

“A bottled water for me,” Robin said with her goofy smile.

“And for me as well,” the PR rep said.

“Two bottled waters coming right up,” Steve replied with a grin. He was gone and back in flash with the two bottles. He handed each of the women a bottle and grabbed the offers from his desk.

“You wanted to look over the offers, yeah?” he asked Robin as he held out the folder to her.

She made grabby hands at it and clutched it to her chest. She loved going over contracts and looking for loopholes to exploit. She turned in her chair, until her legs were over one arm and greedily began to read them.

The rep looked over at her with a raised eyebrow. “Will she be okay?”

Steve waved it off. “Yeah, she’ll be fine. She’s more here for you anyway. I know I can come off as...”

“Intense,” Robin finished.

Steve snapped his fingers. “Yes! Exactly. You’re Jane Hopper, yes?”

She nodded. “It’s a small world, but I’m from Indiana as well.”

Steve grinned. “Fantastic. Nothing like having someone who understands that Indiana is sooo far from California, not only geographically, but culturally, too.”

She smiled back. “Yes, my bosses feel the same, which is why they sent me.”

“So what have you got for me?” he asked.

She started going over the different options for each scenario before he found an approach that he liked for all three.

“Fantastic,” Jane said. “Now, I’ve read the file from my bosses but I would like to hear it from you, if you don’t mind.”

Steve and Robin shared a glance and then Robin nodded.

Steve sighed. “Right, when I was seventeen my dad found out I was bisexual when he caught a boy half naked in my room the night of my farewell party.”

Jane raised an eyebrow. “I’m guessing that didn’t go well?”

Steve barked out a bitter laugh. “Hell no. He threw the boy out and managed to suppress every video ever of the boy and me together.”

Jane pressed her lips together. “I see. Do you know if he has copies of these videos?”

Steve shrugged. “No idea, if I’m honest. But probably. You’ll want to know, the other boy is famous now, too.”

“Any of your former bandmates?” Jane asked.

Steve shook his head and wrote the name down on a piece of paper. He handed it to her. “You’ll probably want to get in contact with his PR firm to do damage control if it comes out.”

She read the paper and quietly slipped in it into her purse. “I believe he is one of ours.”

Steve nodded. “Yeah. He doesn’t remember it. So it may come as a shock to him.”

“You should tell him first,” Jane said gently, but firmly. “I know it’s hard. And a very bad memory for you. But you need to get out ahead of this before the shit hits the fan and it will. Soon. Sooner then you think.”

Steve sighed. “I will.”

Jane nodded and then got up to shake his hand. “This will be absolute hell for you for the next few weeks, but we’ll do everything in our power to minimize whatever we can. Okay?”

Steve let out a shuddering breath. “I worry he’ll hate me afterwards.”

Jane’s expression softened. “Then he was never worth it to begin with.” She turned to Robin.

“You’ll need to be his rock in this,” Jane warned her. “You cannot be the one freaking out. Do you understand? If you think you can’t be that person, find someone who can.”

Robin sputtered angrily.

“I’m not saying this be rude or to devalue your friendship,” Jane said sternly. “But what he’s about to go through will be actual, honest to God hell. Do. You. Understand?”

Robin nodded, scrambling to sit properly in there chair like a scolded child.

Jane looked between them and nodded back. She left them sitting there in shock.

*

They were in Denver the next night and Croup and Vandemar were back at again.

Mike rolled his eyes as he spotted them trying to get past one of the other roadies, a badass chick named Olivia. She was tiny but fierce. As he neared her he heard her telling them off.

“Get the fuck out of here,” she snarled at them. “Juan stayed in Santa Fe because his wife went into labor there.”

The two men looked at each other and winced dramatically. Mike sighed and Nancy said he was dramatic. He stepped up behind Olivia and folded his arms.

“Well if it isn’t the same jackasses that tried to get on stage last night...” Mike said with a grin. “Is your boss stupid or does he only have two minions to do his bidding?”

The two men looked at each other and just slowly turned away, trying to walk away all, nonchalant.

Olivia turned to Mike with a raised eyebrow. “They really tried a second time?”

Mike smirked. “Dumber than a box of rocks.” He shook his head and went back to work.

***

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[piastrinorris]

how would older!tom grant react to you just randomly biting his big, beefy bicep?? like maybe you’re a bit sloshed and the urges™ are just too strong to resist, so you just…

like you don’t sink your teeth in enough to truly hurt or to draw blood, just enough to satisfy the urges™.

what’s his reaction???

ik, in canon, ruth bites into like his pec and he’s just like “oh??? … erm, ok.” and accepts his fate, but like… what’s older!tom grant’s reaction??? what’s his response to you randomly sinking your teeth into his beefy bicep??

(prior to seeing jq in that clip from hoard, i would’ve never considered myself a bitey kind of person… but here we are)

oooooh i have the PERFECT mental scenario in my head for this!!

okay so let's say it's been a friend's birthday, or a friend is leaving town, or it's a big work event. for whatever reason, you two went out for dinner with a big group of people, and even though you didn't drink loads, the couple of drinks you did have definitely hit you quicker than they would have when you were in your 20s. not enough to go off the rails or anything, but you're both definitely a little buzzed from it. (this is important, i prommy)

anyway, when you get back home, you guys slip into your usual night-time routine. tom gets in the shower first while you're doing your thing (maybe you're the sort of person who likes to get dolled up so you're taking all your accessories off, maybe you're more chilled w your appearance but you go around making sure the flat isn't a total bombsite once you wake up with an inevitable headache, whatever it is you do), and while you're in the shower, tom does his thing of getting into his singlet + undies (specifically YOUR fave visual there cass heheh), making sure you've got a fresh bottle of water beside your bed for the night, and settling in himself to scroll through reddit or whatever

you go and join him in bed and obv you wanna cuddle up to him bc a) he's tom and b) maybe you get a little extra affection-needy when you've been drinking. however, i think tom's the kind of drunk who literally cannot multi-task to save his life. he'll do whatever you want, but it has to be a "right, we're doing this now, let's go" kinda thing or else he'll just space out. so you're sat in the bed waiting for him to realise and at least put his arm around you while he reads, but he's too engrossed. (again, not ignoring you deliberately, he's just a lil dopey, bless him) you poke him in the arm, and he makes a weird sound but still remains scrolling through his phone. and so, with the last remnants of the night's alcohol taking your inhibitions away, you lean down and just press your teeth into his bicep. not a full on chomp, nothing painful, just enough so that he definitely feels teeth digging into him.

so he looks over with a Classic Tommy G Look™ like:

and you just look up at him, mouth still on his arm, and he just starts laughing, "what are you doing there, you wazzock?"

(wazzock is a term used in the general midlands dialect as an alternative word for like. idiot, silly goose, etc. there's a specific dialect where tom's canonically from, though, if you want to look up the sort of things he'd say, here's some good examples + i'm more than happy to try and help navigate what some words and phrases mean/are supposed to sound like lol)

anyway, you explain that he wasn't listening to you so Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures and he laughs it off with you and wraps his arm around you for the night

except as time goes on, you start realising that actually, even though you've only done it the once, you miss the feeling of biting tom's arm. it doesn't help when the weather gets warmer so he's wearing tank tops and short sleeves all the time and just... putting them on display, it's torture. so any time you're running on autopilot, or you just really need to do something impulsive, you'll go up to him and bite his arm. at first it still takes him by surprise a lot and makes him laugh, but eventually, he just sort of looks at you like, "y'alright?" and you'll just nod and he'll nod back and carry on doing whatever he's doing

besides, he totally gets you back for it when you guys are getting intimate. he doesn't bite anywhere that'll be super obvious, you're not teenagers leaving hickies on each others' necks, but he'll leave a nice little toothy bruise on your inner thigh, or just beneath your breast, or on your hip. just so that whenever you catch a glimpse of yourself in the shower or whatever, you're reminded that he can bite back, too 😌

[kenztheweirdmf]

Wdym you ship Peter x dc men?! Bro give me anything!! omg I don't wanna abuse your asks but now I'm just needing. In my most primal state I would ask you about Peter x batman and, x superman and, x nightwing and, x red hood (separately) but whatever bone you wanna throw me I'm happy speciallyifit'sdickorjason

BABY GIRL IF YOU WANNA ABUSE MY ASK THEN DO IT I DONT MIND XD OMG DONT GET ME STARTED ON PETER X BRUCE/CLARK/DICK/JASON GOD THEYRE SOO AUSHAUDBJKAND:LDAD THOSE 4 HAVE BIG PECS AND PETER IS TOTALLY A MAN BOOBS GUY TYPE and ofc Peter tops all 4 🤭 With Bruce, Peter would definitely be cuddling with him while Bruce is in a bathrobe and he has his face in his hairy pecs cus duh free pillows and also because Bruce smells so freaking good making him melt like a puddle and Bruce scratching Peters hair making him purr and kissing his forehead and Peter whines climbs up so he can get kisses on his lips and of course how can Brucie say no to his little spider and kisses it and Peter whimpers as he can feels Bruces stubble on his lips but god is he addicted for this man

With Clark i can see Peter hanging around in the farm but when he saw Clark doing farm work but thats not whats hes focusing at.... its what Clark is wearing and its overalls.... and nothing else hes going full on commando and god the way his cock even flaccid such makes a huge a bulge it makes Peters mouth salivate and dont even get him started on how Clark big hairy tits are practically out bouncing from every step he takes and his beefy hairy biceps is literally bigger than Peters whole head and yup......... Peter is down bad for this country boy

With Dick omg him and Peter would be such couple goals they have such a wholesome cute day to day life always helping each other in the kitchen cuddling in the couch while watching something but that doesnt mean Peter does not thirst for Him cus he always watches him hit the Gym always sweating and flexing his sweaty beefy body and Peter always thanks the universe everytime that he is dating THE Dick Richard Grayson

With Jason god he will treat Peter like a princess always calling him by cute petnames like "sweetheart, honey, baby and more" but the best part for Peter is having the privileged to see Jason shirtless while he works on his bike and my god is his chest developing some chest hair and god does it suit him and god whenever he lifts his arm to wipe off sweat on his head he sees how fucking hairy his armpits are and Peter just wanna bolt and stuff his face in there forever

So in conclusion MCU Peter is very shippable to any hunk even if its outside of their universe :3 AND GOD DO I STILL HAVE A LIST OF DC DADDIES I SHIP PETER WITH LIKE AQUMAN, GREEN ARROW, CONSTANTINE, KING SHARK, SLADE, COMMISSIONER GORDON, ALFRED, JOR-EL, THOMAS WAYNE AND MANY MORE MY BRAIN WONT STOP SHIPPING PETER WITH DADDY HUNKS dont SEND HELP

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What if Jesse from breaking bad met the Denali after moving to Alaska?

Anon.

Jesse survives Walt, he survives Nazis, the hunt for him after he escapes said Nazis and his crazy journey to get to Alaska, and now you're making him deal with the Denali? You cruel, cruel, anon. Let the boy be happy in Alaska.

But alright, let's make Jesse Pinkman suffer.

The Denali and Men

I was going to give Jesse an out in that, while he's good looking, it's a particular type of look. He's very 2000's uh... I don't even know what to call it, beanie wearing, baggy pants, guy is I guess it.

Point being, it's a look the Denali may not necessarily be into.

However, we don't really know what the Denali are into.

We know their lovers are presumably all men (at least no one brings Bella scandalous news of them being rabid bisexuals) but we never see one of their lovers or even hear about types.

We know Tanya really wants to bang Edward, who is a reedy boyband looking intellectual, and we know that Laurent had fun times with all the sisters (and he's a... vagabond ex-courtier? Whatever the fuck that looks like?) But beyond that...

I have my headcanons, of course, but they're really based on nothing but vibes. Tanya probably likes the pretty boy type based on Edward (which Jesse is if he dressed differently but not really because he doesn't dress differently) but beyond that I always pictured very beefy strong looking young men.

My point is, I can't say they wouldn't be into Jesse though.

So, we'll just assume they are.

Poor Jesse.

Jesse and His New Neighbors

Jesse's keeping his head down and constantly keeping track of his money. He realizes he's lucky in that he's not as recognizable/as big as Walter White, but he doesn't have the money to move again and he wants this to work.

As usual, Jesse's genuinely trying to turn his life around.

Thanks to the Nazis, Jesse probably is through withdrawal for meth already (as I doubt they were letting him smoke the merchandise while he lived in a cage) and I imagine as, since this is his second go around being off the stuff, he's very wary of starting again given how thoroughly it ruined his life.

You're looking at a very jumpy guy who keeps to himself.

He has very few neighbors and most of them are seasonal, ditching for winter, Jesse prefers that.

Except the trio of blonde aliens.

I imagine one of them comes up to his house (as Jesse's not going to pubs) and says something along the lines of, "Well, hello neighbor!" very flirtatiously.

Jesse stares, panics as he knows he doesn't have any close neighbors, that's the entire fucking point.

"Ah, hey there," he says, waiting for them to recognize him as Jesse Pinkman.

The lady, Tanya, doesn't seem to know who he is and he realizes that she may be just... flirting with him aggressively. There's something about her that's bothering him, though. He doesn't think she's on something, exactly, but her skin looks hella weird, she's barely wearing any clothes for the temperature, and her eyes are fucking yellow.

She's probably on some shit, he figures.

"Look, lady," Jesse eventually cuts her off, "I think you're nice and all, but I'm really not interested."

(Tanya is very embarrassed over this, as here she is being rejected by this punk who should be grateful for her attention, but tries not to let it show.)

"Oh, that's alright," Tanya says with a laugh, "I swear I didn't mean anything. I think we should be friends."

Jesse doesn't want to be friends and politely, but strongly, implies as much.

It doesn't work as Tanya returns with her alien sisters.

Jesse's Neighbors Who Won't Fucking Leave

Jesse doesn't know what they fuck they're on but it's freaking him out.

Their eyes change color, they look identical and weird with some skin condition, they don't seem to feel cold, and he saw one of them break a doorknob with her bare hands.

They also really, clearly, want to fuck him.

Trouble is, Jesse's lived through Nazis in a pit.

Unlike what I presume is the case with most Denali customers, Jesse is both extremely wary already and has stared death in the face. I imagine he'd think that whatever they do to him if he refuses their implied advances is a lot better than what would happen to him if he gave in.

I imagine the sisters are thoroughly flummoxed by this and insulted. It's become kind of a competition as to who can sleep with Jesse but this guy just isn't giving in and isn't much fun.

I...

Can't believe it.

But I think Jesse actually makes it.

As he never, ever, goes over to the Denali house and is very firm in his "no" there's no wheedling into thinking he wants it as is likely the usual case.

The only place Jesse might get into trouble is if he runs into one of the Denali's other lovers and tries to help them but...

I don't know if Jesse would, not after what happened to him, and not after having so much to lose.

He just lives with the fact that his neighbors are drug addict cannibals.

[kokoshnjak]

i used to read ameteur writing critiques when i was younger (i, foolishly, thought i could just learn what not to do and then id suddenly be good at writing) and anyway since the rise of cinema sins-esque style of critique, one of the main threads is always that the work can't have too many coincidences or sudden revelations that come without foreshadowing. apparently in realism the only things that happen are the things you already think are likely to happen, which is bullshit, in my humble opinion. something nobody tells you about life is how often something just fully comes out of the left field

recently-ish i had an event at work where i had to host this old, big name priest who wrote a book abt how evil commies killed his two uncles for working in the german army during ww2. let that sink in for a moment. he never once utters the word nazi but the implications are looming. anyway, it also just so happened that the weekend before that i was poked and prodded into going on a trip with my father & for the lack of anything to talk about (my father is, unfortunately, like a former roommate to me. every time we speak he has to cycle through every female name in his family before he lands on mine & i keep forgetting his birthday) i ended up talking about work. for reference, i work at a catholic bookshop and its not particularly impressive to anyone irl, not even to me. its the perfect conversation topic when you want someone to leave you alone

but then. then. it casually turned out that my non-religious, no-apparent-inner-life father somehow knows every single big name priest in the country. the nazi nephew guy? yeah he scammed his cousin and stole money from his community, theres a bloodline feud with him. oh the exorcist that keeps publishing books? they also have a feud, he used to run the church in front of my dad's store until he was chased off. that one guy that got banished to germany for throwing a fashion show runway inside a church as a way to gather relief funds? you guessed it, el padre knows him too because he literally bought proof of holy communion from him for himself and my mother so they could have a catholic wedding (for some reason. though neither of them is religious). he also attempted to buy it for my sister and i but alas. the ban has already happened by then. literally where did any of this come from. any person that i mention from work, my father seems to have some kind of either beefy or straight up criminal history with. none of that was ever alluded to whatsoever because until recently i thought his social life boiled down to my mother. in a completely unprecedented turn of events we now have a topic we can discuss & he has even occasionally started calling me to chat which he has never done, ever. i cannot stress how this development happened out of nowhere in my 23th year of life simply bc i made a throwaway rant abt someones nazi uncle, related to a job i got randomly on a whim. so yeah bottom line, critiquing how realistic a plot development is based on some mental math abt how likely it is to happen irl is just dumb. irl is full of things you'd never consider likely to happen and yet.