#your personal preferences are that: personal

[writing-munchies]

NSFW HC'S— The Hanks, Amir & Abel x GN!Reader (MDNI)

A/N: This took…so much out of me, but I think this is one of my best works up to date, so I'm kind of okay with that. I'll probably go into hibernation after this lmao, enjoy! Sorry for any mistakes as English isn't my first language:]

WC: 5.3K

The Hanks

Hank #3 and Hank #1 are most likely to initiate sex, they are more open about things like that however Hank #5 is close to them, he might be a sweetheart, but he is a freak under all of that sweet demeanor.

They prefer to have sex with you as a group, they do everything together and that includes you. They all agree that filling up every single hole you have as they ruin you for any other object in the house as they stuff you full of their cum is pretty hot.

There’s going to be two of their cocks in one hole whether you’re AFAB or AMAB, one Hank will always be by your hole; his tongue licking and prodding at your hole as the sensations reach the Hank’s dicks that are pounding you so good you’ve never felt so full in your life. Whenever his tongue brushes against their cocks, a cacophony of moans will fill the room, mixing with your own. 

The foreplay consists of them encircling you like hungry hyenas, you’re on Hank #1’s lap as Hank #4 can’t keep his mouth off of yours, his tongue dipping into your mouth as he moans with every kiss makes your head spin. Hank #1 grinding onto you, Hank #3 messing with the hem of your pajamas as his other hand teases your sex through the fabric, biting his lower lip with a quiet whimper when he feels your arousal. Hank #2 and Hank #5’s mouths are usually on each of your nipples, or Hank #5 is sucking marks on your neck. When you close your eyes, it feels like the mouths and hands of only one person, like you’re being handled by something beyond you as their hands play with you just right to make you all obedient and ready for them. 

Your mouth, ass and/or cunt will be filled with cum, so much of it that it’s been dripping as they fuck into you, mixing with their own. It gets so messy that none of them can tell who’s cum that’s dripping out of your puffy lips. Sometimes, one Hank, typically Hank #2 gets you on his lap, forces your legs to spread —their strength will always make your brain short circuit— by gripping your thighs as Hank #4 fucks into you while whining and moaning breathlessly about how fucking good you take it, even as he’s so deep that he can feel every vein of his dick dragging in and out as he moves his hips. Hank #4 dirty talks without even meaning to, he’ll cum down your throat, “Fuck— you take it like your throat was made to take my dick, baby,” he’ll pin you down on the mattress, his hand keeping your head down as he arches your back with another so to have your ass flush against his pelvis, “Look at you, your hole’s practically begging for me to fill it ‘till it gushes out cum every,” thrust, “time”, thrust, “I fuck into you, so fucking gorgeous.” He can really lose himself in all the action sometimes, gets red in the face if you mention it to him after sex.

Sex with them, especially if you’re the one being penetrated, can get pretty intense with all of them except Hank #2. Hank #1 loves taking you from behind, he’ll make you arch into him by pulling you towards him with a grip on your elbows, his thrusts don’t really have a set rhythm; he fucks like he’s using you to get off. Hank #2 is more gentle, but he gets deep. He wants you to feel every drag, every drop of pre-cum, every vein as he thrusts slow but deep; hitting that sweet spot every time without fail as he watches you come undone under him with a flushed face. Hank #3 is more of a bottom, but he does like it when you ride him, he likes it fast and rough though— he wants you to make his cock hurt with how tight you’re squeezing him, how hard you’re slamming down on his pelvis as he cries out your name and claws the sheets in pure ecstasy. Hank #4 fucks fast but deep as well, he usually holds you down with one hand, he especially likes to hold you down as he puts a pillow under your hips; so you can feel everything even more as he’s holding you down with his hand on your stomach while fucking you. Hank #5 tries to be gentle and slow at first, but he really can’t help himself with how cute you’re moaning for him to go faster; so, he does. He holds you with a hug to ground himself as his hips piston his dick into your hole so deep you feel breathless with every single thrust, your nails dragging down his back as he hisses at the sensation, and you feel his hips stutter. They all cum inside you no matter what, just want to see how good they fucked you, how much of their cum you took, Hank #4 especially likes to press down on your stomach or finger your hole ‘till you cum again to see how good he filled you up.

Hank #3 and, #4 love giving you head. 

AMAB:  Hank #3 gets so turned on when you just put your dick on his face and watch how pretty he looks like that. He tries his best to take it in one go, but his gag reflexes still need a bit of work, so he just lets you set the pace and fuck his mouth instead. He moans so many times around your cock as you’re fucking into his mouth, his hands are either gripping your thighs or jerking himself off, he gets so turned on by being used by you, he can cum hands free just by the feeling of your cum going down his throat. He loves sucking on the tip the most, watching you with half lidded eyes as your hips buck up while you moan helplessly for him to just, “stop—fuck—teasing!” He just wants to watch you cum just from your tip being sucked, and your balls fondled, is that too much to ask?

Hank #4 just loves how easy you’re to ruin when he’s got your dick in his mouth. He licks along a vein as he moans about how good your cock feels on his tongue, makes a ring with his thumb and index finger around your tip as he sucks on your balls and fondles them with his other hand. He can take you in his mouth in one go, no problem. He will always make sure you cum in his mouth by having a grip on your ass with both hands and pushing you further down his throat. Moaning like a whore as you cum inside his mouth, his eyes roll back a little before he closes them and shivers, your sounds and the sensation of your cock throbbing and twitching against his cock has him so close to the edge he wants to touch himself as soon as he can— make you open your mouth as he cums on your face and makes you catch any stray droplets of cum.

AFAB: Hank #3 is an amazing pussy eater. He’s a little sloppy, but his eagerness makes up for it big time. Shockingly, or maybe not so shockingly, he has no trouble finding your clit. In fact, his mouth never leaves it. He’ll suck on it non-stop, moaning into it as it throbs against his tongue as his fingers are busy fucking your hole. When he does eat you out properly, his tongue inside you, pushing his face as close as he can, grinding his tongue down inside you; his hold on your thighs tight as he eats you out loudly. The sounds your cunt makes as you get wetter and wetter because of him is fucking heaven to his ears, poor thing can’t help but rut his hips down on the floor or the bed as you’re moaning and grinding your cunt down on his face; you taste so fucking good his nerves feel fried.

Hank #4 prefers to use his fingers more. Not that he doesn’t enjoy how good you moan as he buries his head in your cunt, fucking you with his tongue or using his tongue to taste every single drop of slick coming out of your hole, no— he just simply enjoys how you melt around his fingers. The way you arch off of the bed as he curls his fingers inside you just right, the way your toes curl as a wanton moan slips out from your gorgeous lips; it makes his dick so hard he can feel the blood rushing to it. He’ll make you cum around his fingers, “You look so cute like that, makes me wanna ruin you even more…”, he speeds the pace of his fingers as the thumb on his other hand keeps circling and rubbing your clit at the same time, watches you cum with pure want painted across his expression. Yes, he sucks your cum off his fingers and makes you watch.

Hank #1, #5 and, #2 love getting sucked off.

Hank #1 usually prefers to fuck your mouth. How you look mouth stuffed with his cock is the one he has wet dreams about damn near every night. His cock twitches and pumps out even more cum down your throat when he notices his cum is dripping from your chin. Very loud moaner, proud of it too. He does lose himself in it sometimes but if he feels you tapping his thighs he immediately stops, he cares a lot, your mouth just feels like heaven taking his dick. Taps your mouth if you don’t open up to show how good he ruined your tongue, he wants to see how good his cum looks on you, duh.

Hank #5 is so shy about it at the start. Will hide his face with his arm, moaning softly as he can’t help the way his hips buck when you suck on his tip, his moans are so breathless. If you want him to take that arm off of his face and look at you with a flushed face, take him in one go and give his balls a squeeze, he’ll whine your name in surprise and look down at you— his dick throbbing against your tongue when he does so. Will snap his hips up just to hear you choke a little, act innocent when you throw him a look, and whine out when you slap his thigh.

Hank #2 will be very worried about it at first, what if you don’t like how it feels in your mouth? What if he’s not the size you want? What if he cums so fast he embarrasses himself and never shows his face to you again? You reassure him that all you want to do is make him cum down your throat, from then he’s easier to convince. He can’t look away, the way you use your tongue has him flushed all over, biting his lips as he wills his hips to stay in place as you stroke his base and suck on his tip; will let out a moan so whorish you’ll look up at him in surprise. From then, he’ll have a hand over his mouth, but he can’t help the way he moans out your name when he’s so close, and you don’t stop the way your hands are fondling his balls and your head bobbing up and down on his cock— it’s too much, and it’s everything he wants.

Sometimes they’ll take turns watching as one of them fucks into you, all four of them so flustered yet too horny to look away as the other Hank is pounding into you, the way you groan and grind down even harder on his cock as you look over to them just— it’s so hard to not pounce on you. They all shout excitedly for him to cum inside you, they’re freaks in the way that when only one of them is fucking you their mouths will not stop:

“Look how good they’re taking you”,

“Fuck, they look so good all fucked out like that”,

“I can't wait 'till it’s gushing out of them”, etc.

Hank #1 thrusting into Hank #5 as he’ fucking into you, both you and #5 whining out when #1 pulls #5’s hair and starts pounding him, #5’s dick going even deeper inside of you as you wrap your arms around him, moaning into his neck as you feel his dick twitch inside you; already dripping pre-cum. Hank #1 bites his bottom lip as he groans, “You both look fucking gorgeous down there.”

Two or even three of them latching their mouths on your sex, just vying for a single lick as the rest of them are either making out with you or overstimulating your nipples. They love playing with you when you’re all helpless and pliant.

They blindfold you, take turns on either inside your mouth or inside your hole and make you guess which Hank it is, guess correctly, and you’re getting fucked with an inch of your life. If you fail…well, they’ve got ample time to make you memorize each vein, each tip and taste of them properly.

They love using the blindfold on you, it leaves you so adorably helpless against their antics. The way you shiver and twitch off of their touch when one of them joins in after another, it feels like one person's hands with how quiet they’re being just to soak up every little sound and reaction out of you. When one of their hands is cold, and they shove it down your pajamas, you moan quite loud, they found out.

Hank #1 holding you up by linking his arms under your knees as your back is pressed against his chest, hovering as he carries you like you weigh nothing at all. Hank #4 grips your ass, both of their cocks in one hole as a cacophony of moans fills the room, both of them going deep and hard, fucking you dumb as they use you like a rag doll.

When they inevitably get cum all over their thighs, their dicks soaked with it, usually you and Hank#3 are the ones that suck them off and lick them clean.

They fuck each other while fantasizing about all the times they’ve ruined you before, they’ll be deep in each other's asses or mouths whinging your name. Hank #4 and Hank #3 often get so worked up just thinking about you, the way they played with you last night or even last week and jerk each other off, telling each other how gorgeous you look as you took 2 dicks inside you, as ground down on their dicks like you were desperate for them to fill you up.

Aftercare is the best you’ll ever receive. Hank #1 and Hank #5 are typically the more ‘sober’ ones so, they either tell the others what to do as they clean you up and give you water, or they just take care of everyone themselves. Cuddles are so comforting and welcome with them, that many bodies against each other gets so soft you just melt. Two on the either side of your body, two hugging each leg and one of them with their head on your pelvis, it’s very comforting, but if you get overwhelmed they’ll always arrange a cuddle pile the way you want them to! 10000000000/10.

Amir

Only initiates if he thinks you want it too, his libido isn’t that high so you’ll be initiating most of the time and almost always he’s down for it. He’ll never pressure you into it, he isn’t a sore loser and doesn’t take a no as a personal attack, he just smoothly proposes another activity you’d be more willing to do. Absolute gentleman.

The best body worshipper, he leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses starting from your neck to your sex in a slow but tantalizing pace as he never breaks eye contact with you. His lips are so soft, they kiss you so gently; as if he’s memorizing every curve and crevice of your body. Every arch, every shiver, every shake, every breath and every sound you make is sacred to him, he memorizes them like it’s the last time he’ll ever see, hear and feel you.

He has… sometimes masturbated in the rare occasion that you look at yourself in the mirror while being fully naked. He really couldn’t help himself, the way the sun was hitting your body and making your skin glow so ethereally had his dick standing up to attention in no time. His fingers trembling as you turn around to get a good look at your ass, his dick throbbing in his grip as he watches you just standing there and striking a few poses to see if you look good and oh, gods— of course, of course you do.

When he’s giving you head, tangle your fingers in his hair and pull on it, he’s so into it.

AMAB: Pull his hair and shove your cock down his throat in one go, make him choke on it a little and watch him melt under you with a moan around your cock. Have his hair in a grip with your fist as you fuck his mouth, the pain on his scalp makes him throb inside the fabric of his underwear.

AFAB: Pull his hair to grind your cunt down on his face, he’ll whine into your folds and his tongue will get even more desperate to taste every inch of you. Sit on his face and use his head as an anchor, dig your nails in his scalp as you cum around his tongue, his hips bucking up in desperation.

He’s actually into wax play, the way you shiver as the wax drips down onto your chest, the way your back arches as he coos at how gorgeous you look, he can never get enough of those moans and whine of his names. He loves the way your skin glistens, the way it shifts under the wax as you let out a shaky breath, the way it shivers under his fingers; ah, you’re a masterpiece. 

Another object that loves to see you melt on his fingers. He usually lays you down sideways and fucks you with his fingers so he can get deeper, watches your face and body with rapt attention as he curls his fingers inside you just right; it has your back arching onto his chest as he bites down on your neck, “Come on azizam, let me see you cum around my fingers, show me how good I make you feel, yeah?”

Makes you look in a mirror literally as he’s fucking you from behind, he’ll have your chin in a grip as his hips are pounding his dick into you, “Look at you, so incredible azizam, so sexy— you’re a sight to behold…” as he starts to snap his hips into you to watch your expressions as his cock gets deeper and deeper. 

Amir cannot shut up during sex. Will coo about how good your hole is sucking him in, how stunning you look as you’re crying out his name when he’s pumping his cum inside you. Will look into your eyes as you’re riding him, tell you how breathtaking you are as you bounce on his cock, every time you moan or whine at his compliments his dick throbs inside of you— he loves the effect his words have on you.

He has to see your face, whether you’re sucking him off, he’s giving you head, he’s fucking you or you’re fucking him; he has to see your exquisite face expressions as he’s ruining you on his cock the most, or he won’t be able to cum. 

Loves to cum on your face, he’ll be a little red as he’s doing this, but the way his cock is twitching against your lips tells you how much he likes it. How vulnerable and open you look as your face is painted with his cum gets him so high, he loves doing it to your sex too. Whether AMAB or AFAB, he wants to see your sex dripping with his cum; he’ll smear it and rub his cum all over your sex if he has to.

He's fucking into you from behind as one of his hands is using your waist to ground himself, his fingers will wrap around your dick/rub your clit like he’s trying to make you cum in 40 seconds as he changes his pace to a faster and deeper one; his cock hitting all the right places as he breathlessly moans for you to cum so he can feel you shake and shiver under him when he’s burying his cum inside you as deep as he can.

If you’re wearing some sort of jewelry, especially a necklace or bracelets, he loves the sound of them clinking against each other as he’s fucking you. If he could, he would adorn you in gold and silvers as much as it took for him to be satisfied and watch you hiss as they dig into your skin with every thrust from him; your reactions are everything to him.

A loud moaner when he’s bottoming, his legs will always wrap around your waist as you’re fucking into him, you are allowed to pull his hair but be a little careful won’t you? He gets so sensitive when he’s moaning. He wants to compliment you, but all that comes out of his pretty lips is just incoherent babbling as you hit his prostate over and over again.

He loves cock warming, wants to have you on his lap, cock all the way inside you; as deep as he can go. He’ll massage your thighs, kiss along your back and nape while whispering about how breathtaking you look on his dick, how gorgeous you look when you shiver against his chest as he’s cock’s throbbing inside you.

Sometimes he gets so caught up in watching you, how good you look, that he forgets to let out any sounds other than heavy breaths; he doesn’t even blink as much as he needs to, his attention focused solely on you. He is enraptured by anything that is you, it’s like watching a sculpting that was made so lovingly that one's heart aches with the same love the creator must have had. Whatever created you must have taken extra time, just foe you.

When you stop for a few seconds to catch your breath as you’re riding him, fucks up into you just to watch you moan in surprise and look at him with those wide, surprised eyes. He honestly loves watching you bounce on his cock as he’s thrusting up again and again, you just look so helplessly adorable as your thighs shake and your hips twitch.

He cleans any cum on you with his tongue, traces your sex with teasing strokes of his tongue, moaning and biting down on your thighs as he’s licking them clean; it’s honestly his favorite part. The way you shiver and moan for him so needily, so full and spent but still wanting more; so greedy for him, it has him so entranced by you. How shamelessly you want him, how much you want him.

He bites and sucks on your skin a lot, just to see some gorgeous marks on your skin the next time you’re looking in your mirror the next day. The way his marks look like art on your skin, the way it looks like his claim on you, has him shivering on the spot in the best way possible.

He is exceptional at aftercare, has water wet and dry towels, your favorite snacks everything at the ready. He’ll shower you in compliments that are so sincere it brings tears to your eyes as you listen to him, he’ll pull you towards his chest and kiss your forehead as he tells you how much he loves you, all of you, without a doubt. He’ll actually ready a bath ready for you, with the permission of Bathsheba, of course. Rose petals, bath bombs in the smell you always have on you, the temperature of the water just right to have you melt into it when you get in. He’ll never leave your side, will never get up and leave when you fall asleep, he wants to watch and see how you look when you’re asleep in the afterglow of the passion you both shared, “As expected, you’re absolutely gorgeous, azizam…”

Abel

He’s a gentleman, as much as he can be when you’re grinding down on him like you’re starving for him, the way his fingers twitch when you whine for him to hurry up tells you how hard he’s holding back. Initiates, but goes through 5 stages of grief in his head in 3 minutes before he does so, he gets so worried about saying the right thing.

He loves taking you in a full nelson, you’re so helpless and all dependent on him as his dick reaches impossibly deep into you, somehow hitting the sweet spot every time with every thrust, making you cry out his name breathlessly as you feel him twitch inside you. He wants to feel every drag of his cock against your walls, has to soak up every twitch and cry of his name that comes out of your gorgeous lips.

His favorite position is the mating press. He loves having this power over you in a way that he can use that power to make you reach stars in your mind every time you cum, in the way you moan and whine his name every time he buries his cock deep as he can go to fill you up just the way you want. Every ounce of physical power he has over you is always, always used for your own pleasure, he wants to see you feel good, lose your mind on his dick, he can never feel pleasure if you can’t. 

Going off of the mating press, whether you can get pregnant or not, this man has a breeding kink. Will put a pillow under your hips, makes sure to have you fold as much as he can, makes sure to drive his cock as deep as he can, until he feels you tighten around him and he feels your body shake. He will not stop until his cum is gushing out of your hole with every thrust. 

Of course, if you want him to be gentler, if you want him to take you on his lap, thrust in you deep but slow; he can do that too. He’s just been starved for a connection like the one you gave him, he gets so excited that he forgets to hold back sometimes.

The feeling of him on top is absolute heaven, there’s so much to grab and hold onto as he’s fucking into you with everything he’s got. His stamina is unmatched, he can go for hours if you want him to, he loves the feeling of you wrapped around him, especially when you tighten around him, he groans out your name and so much pre-cum leaks out inside you, you’d think he just came. He is in control, but he’s also extremely sensitive to every little thing you do.

Loves a blowjob. The sight of you on your knees, looking up at him as his thick cock is stuffed inside your mouth? Heaven on earth. The way your throat tightens, and you choke a little when he buries his dick down your throat as he cums has his toes curling, whining your name as loud as he can.

He needs reassurance sometimes, he’ll give it right back, though. Like when he got naked around you the first time, he just needed to be coaxed out of his shell a little, and he’ll compliment your own body lovingly as he’s feeling you up. He’s a sucker for sweet little moments between sex, when you plant a kiss on the tip of his nose after he’s just come inside of you has his heart thumping like its never done before.

Tease him without the glasses on, grind on him. Fuck yourself on the table as you use your fingers to make yourself cum all over him, when you put them on; naked humping will be the only way he’ll let you cum.

Loves the sensation of your tongue on his body, especially his neck and earlobe. He’ll shiver and moan your name so sweetly if you nip at his inner thigh before going down on him. Every single sensation or feeling you can give him, he’ll eat it up right away.

If you wear his clothes and tease him about it, he’s not letting you take them off until they’re soaked with cum. Oh, you think you look cute with his shirt on you? You’re about to look adorable as every button pops when he’s pounding into you so hard your body can’t stay in one place, he’s not letting you go ‘till that shirt is wet with your cum.

As said before, he loves every and any sensation you can give him so, when you scratch his back as he’s fucking into you so deep you can feel every vein and drag of his cock so vividly inside you, he’ll whine like a whore and beg for you to do it harder as his hips stutter and his dick throbs inside you. 

Loves fucking your thighs. Has a death grip on your thighs as his cock head keeps getting trapped between your thighs because of how hard you’re squeezing his cock. His hands will always find your nipples when he’s close to cumming though, his dick twitching and throbbing like he’s fucking you for the first time as you moan so sweetly with every flick of his finger on your nipples. Curses under his breath as he shoves two fingers inside your mouth and fucks between your thighs harder, his cum already spread all over your inner thighs; so much pre-cum drips from his tip you’d think he’s already come.

Tie him up, make sure they’re tight and keep him in place properly. Take his dick in your mouth, have one of your hands play with his balls as you bob your head up and down on his dick like you’re trying to milk him for all he’s worth, and watch as he becomes a whining, broken mess under you in minutes. Riding him in this state is also guaranteed to make him start moaning and begging to cum inside you like an insatiable whore, he won’t stop blabbering and pleading as his cock twitches and throbs inside you, trying so hard not to cum until you tell him to do so. Will start crying if you keep going right after he just came inside of you, he gets so sensitive when you’re the one on top, every touch, every kiss and every bounce of your hips on his dick feels scalding hot and fries his nerves in the best way possible.

His aftercare is amazing. He’ll be a little shy and let out small, quiet giggles as you kiss all over his face after it. He does get carried away, but this man never, ever forgets your needs. Water, snacks, or even a blanket, whatever you require, he’s made a mental note, and they’re always at the ready. Along with the best damn cuddles you’ll have with one object in the house, he’s so soft and safe, whenever you’re in his arms he makes it feel like home, so easy to fall asleep when he’s hugging you so tight and whispering sweet nothing's as he kisses your forehead, temple, and neck.

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Most of Squid Game fanfic writers pre season 3 were right when they wrote fics about In-ho removing Gi-hun from the game after the rebellion and keeping him his personal prisoner where they actually talked and their dynamics were actually explored further. And Gi-hun lived. Because yeah that is a thousand times better than In-ho sending Gi-hun back in the game and doing nothing but looking at him through the screen with teary eyes the entire time. Bonus, I guess, that one conversation with Gi-hun that lasted 2 minutes in the entire season that was promoted as “the clash between In-ho and Gi-hun” 🤡

Like how did Netflix fuck it up so bad? 😭 Man, there’s something very shitty about the writing decision of your show if the majority of your own fans all collectively think of and prefer a different route.

Like before the teaser of season 3 we all collectively assumed In-ho would NOT send Gi-hun back to the game. Because that would just be stupid and terrible. And it is.

Squid Game fanfic writers, please never stop writing fics about In-ho removing Gi-hun from the game after the rebellion. Y’all are doing a far better job than canon. Y’all are amazing

[brujaluas]

What would the universe like you to know, but without anyone telling you?

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Pile 1

Hmm, you had a lucky childhood, even if some don't think so, or you can provide someone with well-being during their childhood. You're a lucky person, it would be good for you to travel! Go far away, your destination is far from here, my dear. Go in the farthest direction, learn about life and what it can offer you, don't stay on dry land!

Pile 2

You don't listen to your intuition! I feel like you see something, but you don't act. You prefer to pretend you didn't see it. Be careful with stagnation, be careful with truths you think are implacable, be careful with thinking things are immutable. Everything changes every day, every day planet Earth moves, why wouldn't life do the same? Every day is a different day to create a story. Also be careful with fake, envious people. Many people, or one person in particular, see you with malicious eyes, free yourself! Take care of yourself. Really.

Pile 3

There's admiration here. Someone might admire you, look at you with loving and caring eyes (it doesn't have to be romantic). It could also be that someone idealizes you deeply. They pay a lot of attention to looks, like if you asked them to paint you, they'd do it in every detail. The phrase "your place is neither here nor there" came to mind. Some people may look elsewhere for acceptance, but you already have it in your family. Others feel isolated from other people, but a family structure will stands in your way.

[harkovsangel]

ಿৎ Kang Dae ho nsfw alphabet

cw: 18+!, mdni

a/n: didn’t proofread, will in the morning! i can’t believe it’s taken me so long to post something about my husband wtf.

A - Aftercare (what they’re like)

Super sweet! He’d do whatever you’d like him to do. Always gets the both of you cold water afterwards and sometimes food if you’re both hungry. Followed up by cleaning you up, then probably just putting a movie on and laying there with you until you both fall asleep. It’s not too over the top but still sweet :)

B - Body part (fav on you and them)

On you, it’d be your face. It’s the easiest thing for him to admire- and his opinion the most beautiful. Your face is what really shows who you are and makes you: you!

On him, i wanna say his hands. Maybe a bit bias since i love his hands- but i feel like he’d like them just because he knows you’re attracted to them.

C - Cum

He loves cumming on your face. His favourite thing about you- and his cum, a hot combination in his head. But, once you too agree to it, he’d love to cum in you. Until then, he’d just fantasize about it. My man was meant to be a breeder <3

He also LOVES it when you lick his cum up and swallow it. It’s such a hot thing to watch.

D - Dirty secret

He has a thing for panty sniffing- But especially when used as a form of humiliation on him. You would have a field day after finding that out.

E - Experience

I would say that before you- he wasn’t too experienced. He doesn’t strike me as the type who would rush to get to sex in relationships, and a lot of them ended before they got to the point of sex. But he’s also a fast learner.

F - Favourite Position

Missionary or riding. He loves to watch you while you’re riding him or while he fucks you. Any other positions the two of you do would most likely be one where he can still easily look at you.

G - Goofy

Depends on the mood! I feel like he wouldn’t go out of his way to be goofy, but he still occasionally is. Sometimes just not being able to resist saying a certain joke that popped up in his mind. Sex with him is usually pretty lighthearted and comforting :)

H - Hate (what they dislike)

He isn’t in to bondage. He wouldn’t flat out say no, but he prefers to feel your arms and large around his body. Especially when your nails scratch his back- helps him with feeling confident.

I - Intimacy

While sex may be lighthearted and a bit goofy at times- it’s definitely intimate. Not too obvious in the air, but still definitely there- definitely with how he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s laid eye’s on.

J - Jacking Off

I see him doing it semi-often, but mostly with you, since i totally see him being into mutual masturbation.

K - Kink

Mutual masturbation, breeding, edging(giving and receiving), overstimulation(giving and receiving). These are the ones i can think of off the top of my head- But i honestly see him being a bit of a freak and into many things.

L - Location (favourite and least favourite location)

He loves the bed of course- but something about sudden, not as expected sex either on the couch or shower. His least favourite location though, is probably in the kitchen. I just don’t see him really finding it or understanding how it could be comfortable to have sex in the kitchen. But if you wanted to, he wouldn’t refuse.

M - Motivation (what turns them on)

To be honest, i feel like a lot of the times- the thought just comes and boom he’s turned on. But, seeing you in comfy- not meant to be attractive pjs, and cuddling into him or the blanket, hell a stuffed animal even, can get him turned on.

N - No (absolutely won’t do)

Kinks along the spectrum of extreme air play, bdsm, kifeplay etc., it just makes him personally uncomfortable. Light knifeplay, air play etc. is fine, but he won’t go any further.

O - Oral (preference in g and r, skill)

He likes both giving and receiving equally. Especially when you suck him off how and for as long as you like :)

When it comes to giving though- he eats you out like a starved man, you sometimes have to physically push at his shoulders to make him let up. Utterly OBSESSED with how you taste.

P - Pace

Fast and rough, fast and deep, slow and passionate, fast, teasing, it’s a guessing game with him honestly! He likes it all. So a lot of the time it’s pretty much just up to you.

Q - Quickie

I feel as though he doesn’t like them- but when he gets in that mood but you two will need to be quick, he can’t bring himself to stay no.

R - Risk

I reallyyy see him being into taking risks. It’s such a turn on and he really likes the adrenaline that both of you get from it.

S - Stamina

I totally see him being a super physically active person, so he can last quite a few rounds. He’s quite proud of it!

T - Toys

He hates using them on you for whatever reason, but probably never thought about using them on himself. When you decided to use a vibrator on him however- he was moaning like such a loser. Definitely brightened his opinion on them! Afterwards though, he still wasn’t big on using them on you(he’s get jealous and you know that, so you use it as a punishment <3)

U - Unfair (how much they tease you etc)

I would say an ok amount, not too much and not too mean. Just little cheeky things to get you frustrated.

V - Volume

He’s pretty loud- and he’d definitely be embarrassed. Always trying to quiet himself down his first few times with you, but you eventually managed to make him feel more confident in his heavenly sounds!

W - Wild card (random hc)

He loves eye contact during sex. At first it made him feel shy, but now he craves it.

X - X-ray

About six inches when hard- but super girthy. It was such a struggle trying to get it in :( (and most of the time it still is).

Y - Yearning

It’s not too high, but when the need comes, he needs it. He gets so desperate and needy and won’t not be until he gets what he wants.

Z - ZzZ (How long ‘till you guys fall asleep)

Honestly, less than five minutes after the movie turns out, the both of you are usually passed right out.

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[ambernotember]

Different First Kiss

@bucktommysummerfest, week 3 prompt "different first kiss", 1k.

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“That was a nice ceremony,” someone said as they took the Hen’s empty seat.

“Tommy!” Buck said, turning to see who had joined him. “I thought I saw you in the — would you call it an audience? How are you?”

Tommy smiled. “I’m good, thanks.”

“No more hurricanes to fly through?”

“Thankfully no.” Tommy leaned closer and draped his arm across the back of Buck’s chair. “I heard a rumour we’re getting medals for that little stunt.”

“Oh — oh yeah?” Buck stammered.

“Yeah. Chief’ll be there and everything. You’ll probably get the news next shift. I had to work last night and heard then.”

“You had a shift last night? How are you even here?” Buck asked.

“It was just an on call. Shower at the station, a couple extra cups of coffee, I’m good to go. Might even sneak in a couple of dances.” Tommy winked at him.

Buck sighed. “I just have to dance with Maddie and Jee and I’m good.”

“Tired?”

“Um, I might have partied a little too hard at the bachelor party last night,” Buck admitted. “We got here about fifteen minutes before the ceremony and I thought Maddie was going to kill us.”

“Well, you’re still standing,” Tommy pointed out. “She must have gotten over it.”

“Hen pointed out Maddie would hate it if she ruined her dress with my blood,” Buck said. “So Maddie decided she’d just focus on the wedding.”

“That sounds very Hen,” Tommy said. “Speaking of, I think she wants you for a dance.”

Buck looked at the dance floor and saw Hen and Karen waving him over.

“Only if you come with me,” he said.

Tommy stood and held his hand out for Buck. “It would be rude to keep them waiting.”

Hen swung Buck into her arms as soon as he got close enough. “Buck! Why aren’t you dancing?”

“Oh, I danced too hard last night,” he laughed.

“Too bad, dance with me!” she demanded.

Buck looked at Karen. “Tequila?”

“Me too!” Karen giggled. “Tommy! Long time no see! Hey, don’t ever fly my wife into a hurricane again, okay?” She leaned up a little so she could poke his chest. “Now twirl me around the floor.”

“Yes ma’am,” Tommy said, sweeping Karen away and doing exactly that.

Hen kept hugging Buck while she swayed in place. “Why weren’t you dancing?”

“Because I’m dying,” Buck chuckled. “And one of us had to stay sober tonight. After this morning, it was the least I could do.”

“Oh, Maddie was gonna kill youuu,” Hen said.

“And I thank you for saving my life,” Buck said.

She patted his cheek. “I kinda like you Buckley, I’d miss you.”

“So, you guys are close with Tommy?” Buck asked, watching Karen and Tommy as he danced slowly with Hen.

“Used to be, haven’t seen him much since he moved,” she admitted. “We should keep in better contact. He’s fun now that he doesn’t have a stick up his ass.”

Buck choked back a laugh.

“Seriously, Tommy was such a dick but then we finally got rid of Gerrard, and it took a while but Tommy became an actual nice person when he wasn’t surrounded by the evil.”

“Dramatic.”

Karen and Tommy swung by.

“Who’s dramatic?” Karen asked.

“Your wife,” Buck told her.

“I was telling him Tommy used to be a dick,” Hen said. Tommy laughed.

“Oh, totally,” Karen nodded.

“Hey drunkies, he’s right here,” Buck pointed out.

“No, they’re right,” Tommy said. “Can’t be offended by the truth.”

“You sucked,” Hen said emphatically.

“Still do,” Tommy said with a grin.

“Booo,” Hen and Karen chorused good naturedly.

“Uncle Buck,” Jee interrupted, pulling at Buck’s jacket. “Dance with me.”

“Sorry folks, duty calls,” Buck said.

“One down, one to go,” Tommy said quietly as Buck and Jee moved past him. Buck smiled in return.

“Water and coffee,” Tommy said as he set two drinks down on the table.

“Huh?” Buck picked his head up from his hand.

“You looked like you were fading,” Tommy said. “I didn’t know what you’d prefer.”

“Thanks,” Buck said. “What’s in the coffee?”

“A little bit of cream, and,” Tommy reached into his pocket and took out some sugar packets, “as much sugar as you want.”

Buck ripped three open and poured them in, gratefully taking the stir stick Tommy offered him.

“This is the last time I ever do a bachelor party the night before the wedding,” Buck grumbled.

“Why did you?” Tommy asked curiously.

“Just a run of shifts not lining up,” Buck said. “Oh shoot, I didn’t even think to invite you. Sorry.”

“You didn’t even know I was coming to the wedding,” Tommy said. “And I was on call anyways.”

“True.” Buck gulped down half the coffee. “Oh, that’s better. Thank you.”

“No problem. Do you have to stay until the end?”

“Have to? No, but I probably will. My parents are taking Jee for the night, but I’ll just, you know, make sure everyone gets home.”

“Maybe I should have brought you two coffees,” Tommy mused, draping his arm over Buck’s chair again.

Buck laughed. “I’ll get a second wind. Seriously though, thank you, it didn’t even occur to me.”

“You can always return the favour at the medal ceremony.” Tommy offered.

“Ye— yeah,” Buck said, suddenly realizing how close the two of them were. The party was winding down, just the wedding party and a couple other first responders left.

“Yeah?” Tommy leaned in closer.

“Definitely,” Buck said, mirroring him. His eyes slipped closed, and he could feel Tommy’s breath on his mouth before he leaned in and gently kissed him. He realized one of Tommy’s hands was cradling his face as they pulled away from each other.

“Was that okay?” Tommy asked softly.

“Yeah, that was — that was great.”

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Tommy asked.

“I’m free. Totally and completely free.”

“Maybe I could take up some of that free time?” Tommy suggested.

“As much as you want,” Buck said.

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[padgettish]

You need 200 square feet of garden space per person to feed someone for an entire year, so like, sure you could provide fruit and veggies to even a fairly large family off an acre of land. Many people did! What truly gets ridiculous is the idea of also jamming in grain and livestock.

1 acre of grain only produces enough flour for like 4 people a year, and that's before you get into things like saving seed for next year's planting, leaving a quarter of the field fallow or doing some other kind of crop rotation, the fact that the miller is going to take a cut for the labor of milling, the constant threat of the dreaded mouse, or the IRS and state and local treasurer probably preferring wheat grain if they allow you to pay your taxes in kind at all.

And then there's animals. Pretty much everyone I've heard of our talked to doing mobstocking homesteading needs 4 acres for livestock, rotating been an acre for chickens, an acre for sheep or goats, an acre for pigs, an acre left fallow. And all of the ones I've personally talked to can only do it because they're retired military who primarily live off a pension and a little white collar contracting.

I haven't done the research on cows, but you're going to need an order of magnitude more of grain or acres. And the one thing I DO know about cows is they do have to get pregnant regularly to maintain the hormone cycle that lets them be milked which is not only the only real reason you'd want them on such a small farm but if you were going to go through that process at all you really just need to escalate to ranching/running a dairy because just like milling grain there simply are things that just make more sense on the scale of 50-100 farms instead of, like, 1 of them.

I bet this bozo would even buy their own plow and tractor when clearly they could share a couple with like 10 other households and store them in some kind of community space, but then we're going to be asking why we aren't just managing all our major grain and bean fields as a community but oh no that's r̶e̶i̶n̶v̶e̶n̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶1̶0̶0̶0̶a̶d̶ ̶v̶i̶l̶l̶a̶g̶e̶ communism

[lovemepartly]

bigbang and head ✩

featuring: choi seung-hyun, kwon jiyong, and kang daesung

synopsis: it’s in the title! bigbang and head… their preference in receiving / giving + some other related hcs

warnings: 18+, smut. oral (m & f!receiving).

a/n: the way i literally need them all so bad based on this request! honestly i loved writing this😭 lmk if you guys have any more ideas for smutty hcs for bigbang... bc i personally have some that imma try to get to soon

choi seung-hyun ⋆⭒˚.⋆

• preference: receiving. i don’t imagine seung-hyun as someone who’s very vocal during sex, but when you give him head it takes everything in him not to let out low, loud moans. he’ll tighten his grip on your hair to ground yourself.  

• absolutely loves when you get messy with it— he finds it so hot. drool running down your chin, mascara smudged as you look up at him, and he just thinks you look so beautiful. also definitely loves it when you gag. 

• he’s so so good at giving too. seung-hyun notices every small hitch of your breath, arch of your back, and soft whimper. that’s how he finds out what you like. also the type to finger you while he sucks on your clit. 

kwon jiyong ⋆⭒˚.⋆

• preference: both, but i would say he probably likes receiving a little bit more (i know people are going to disagree with me on this but hear me out!!) he’s so subby (thank you ubermensch for this knowledge) so when you’re in control he loves it. push him on the bed, slowly undoing his pant buttons. your tongue teases one long strip over his length and his resolve literally crumbles. 

• jiyong usually always lets you do your own thing, head leaned against the headboard and eyes fluttering shut because you’re so good at what you do. the type to hold your hair back for you (😛)

• so so good at giving though. jiyong could literally spend hours between your legs if you let him… and sometimes you do. he could’ve already made you orgasm twice, and he’ll still he begging for more. 

“please, baby, just wanna taste you one more time…”  

kang daesung ⋆⭒˚.⋆

• preference: giving. he loves it when you sit on him— not only does it make him feel so strong but he also likes when you just use his mouth how you want to. 

• eats you out because he wants to make you feel good. that means he loves it when you’re vocal because it shows him exactly what you like. also loves loves loves it when you pull on his hair a little bit. 

• when you give him head, he’s also definitely very vocal. he loves eye contact, so he’ll gently tilt your chin up so that he can look at how pretty you look, and he’ll brush any pieces of hair out of your face that stick to your forehead. overall, just very sweet and gentle. 

[inkedinsin]

oh, definitely. beastmen noses are sensitive, he said once to you— so naturally, once you started dating, or even fucking, he prefers the most natural scent you've got. doesn't matter that you smell absolutely rancid on a hot day, or that you prefer to shower. he's all up in your personal space, and isn't the shower at his place better? he's got that quality skincare and soaps, after all.

and... maybe if he fucks you in his open-air, private tub... we could try something new ;)

originally posted december 31 2024.

[oztri]

Sigh, Oscar who doesnt choke you in public but will slide a hand to grip the nape of your neck to keep you close or as a silent sign for you to stop being a little shit UHGHHH

him leaning down with a simple

"Behave."

THE WAY I KUST JHFBWICHOWNXOC I NUST GASPED OUT LOUD HEA DIN MY HANDS. IM ELABORATING ON THIS WHEN I GET HOMEEEE FUCK U!!!!!!!! GOD PLEASE!!

okay i hope u like this. i need him so badly.

oh god. okay. oh god okay… im gonna say smth probably controversial (depending on who u are) but to ME. to ME!!!! oscar i dont think is much of a brat tamer. he doesn’t really get into that side of D/s often. keyword being often. you’ve dabbled in it, definitely. a little orgasm denial here, a little overstimulation there. you’ve switched a hundred times, played with titles in bed. oscar’s down for anything at least once, if i’m honest. but he doesn’t really have a thing for taming. stay with me here.

oscar is a patient man. it takes a lot to get him riled up. to get him to the point of snapping, putting his hands on you in public. but, when he does, it lands like slap. like thunder and lightning crackling around you everywhere. his hand is heavy, like a weight to remind you of who you are. more importantly, what you are.

he’s shy, for the most part. in public, the most you’ll get is a hand on the knee under dinner tables or gently intertwined fingers while you walk somewhere. he’s not a huge pda person, preferring to keep it to a minimum and save all of his love for when the two of you are alone.

but today, you’ve tested everything you knew oscar to be.

it’s some sort of dinner event. sponsors, alcohol, fancy outfits. the whole 9-yards. you both would rather be anywhere but there, but y’know. oscar does kinda have to show face if he wants to be employed. it’s literally in the job description.

oscar was busy talking with a few people, offering polite smiles and hearty laughter when the joke skewed just the right side of comical. and boy, did he look good. fitted suit, dress shirt done up all the way with a cute little bowtie. his pants were tailored perfectly around his thighs and his watch glittered under the lights. you had no idea what he was talking about. stocks, shareholdings. who gives a shit, you thought, eyes stuck on oscar. how could you care about anything except for how good he looks?

your mouth waters as he reaches up to ruffle his hair a bit, grown long and soft, just how you like it, lithe fingers flicking a long strand from his eyes. his hands. all thin fingers and knobby knuckles. they’re always so soft, despite the calluses on his palms. he’d just trimmed his nails that morning, too. you’d been begging him to let you do it.

suddenly, the open bar is a little more appealing than before…

you saunter over, passing oscar. he glances at you, a short, subtle check-in as if to ask, “you good?” you nod back, smiling and making the motion of taking a sip with your hand. he lets you go. on your way, you’re not at all subtle about how your hand grazes his ass, giggling when he jumps. who could blame you? it was just… there!

your drink is cool in your hand. some specialty cocktail the bartenders were making for the event. it was a shade of blue you couldn’t pronounce, but it went down easy as you sat back down at your table. oscar had made his way back, too, smiling fondly at you when you pressed to side once more.

“try this,” you coo, holding the drink out. he raises an eyebrow, but takes the drink at your insistence. his face screws up, nose wrinkling.

“that is so tart,” he grouches, making you giggle. the drink is set on the fancy, white table cloth, oscar’s hand find your knee under the table. he gives it a soft squeeze, loving. fond. you reach down to hold his hand, offering the same squeeze.

the event drones on as marketing executive after social media manager after shareholder sits next to oscar, talking his ear off. you grow bored.

thinking nothing of it, you lift your hand, catching a stray curl that’s fallen into oscar’s face. he startles, eyes glancing at you. you just smile, shrugging as you pull your hand away. “sorry. looked soft,” you tell him. the wife of the man he’d been talking to just laughs.

their conversation carries on, oscar doing his best to pay attention when you’ve now got your hand on his knee. it’s innocent at first. tentative, a grounding pressure. he smiles when you first rest your hand there, covering it with his own. it’s beneath the table cloth, he’s relaxed. there’s no harm done.

his shoulders hunch immediately when your hand slides up, just the slightest. your fingers dig into the meat of his thigh, gently. his eyes go just the slightest bit wide, imperceptible to everyone but, well, you. you knew him best. better than anyone in the room. the muscle under your fingertips tenses, a slow breath leaving through oscar’s nose.

giving him a few more teasing squeezes, you release his leg, sitting up a bit. a sip of your drink, a polite smile at the couple across from you. you’re as innocent as ever. no one would be none the wiser.

oscar’s eyes dart toward you when you shift. “all good?” he mumbles, voice a bit stiff. he cracks a bit on “all”, making you grin.

“‘m fine,” you breathe out, reaching for his hand, resting under the table on his leg. he was rubbing his palms against the material of his pants. you tsked, taking his hand and bringing it to kiss his knuckles. the couple cooed at the two of you, but you saw the flicker in oscar’s eyes.

as the couple dismissed themselves, smiling and offering soft, parting pleasantries, oscar turns to look at you.

“what are you up to?” his eyebrow raises, lips parted as he waits for an answer.

“nothing, osc. just enjoying the event,” you sigh, letting your eyes trail over the room. the gaudy curtains hanging from the ceiling, the obnoxiously orange inflatable in the corner, meant for taking photos with #ad in the caption.

he opens his mouth to say something when lando comes over, clapping his hand down on oscar’s shoulder. “oscar, boy!” he cheers, squeezing through the suit jacket. “alright, mate?”

oscar nearly jumped out of his skin, hand clutched to his chest. your eyes trail over it, tongue darting out to wet your lips.

“jesus christ, lan!” oscar laughs, shaking his head. “was good til you almost gave me a heart attack.”

their conversation fades in your ears, too busy tracing the lines of vein on the back of your boyfriend’s hand. imagining the way those deft fingers wrap around the neck of a trophy. how they look when he’s lifting weights. when he’s got them shoved in your—

“honey?”

you blink. once, then twice. you swallow, jaw clicking with it as your brain practically reboots itself. “sorry, did you say something?”

lando looks at you, amused, while oscar’s eyes widen, then narrow with faint recognition. he knows that look. the way your pupils are a little bit bigger, the way your lip is tucked away between your teeth. the way your eyebrows relax into this expression of want.

oscar’s voice is a little bit lower, words slowed down. “lando asked if you could check the name card next to you.”

you process the question, before you’re reaching for the small card. it’s a pretty cream color, with black calligraphy and golden embellishments. in thick ink, sure enough—“it’s got lando’s name on it,” you mutter, glancing up at the two. he smiles, easy as he sits next to you, letting go of a heavy breath.

“i tell ya, osc. these things never get any easier,” lando grumbles, leaning back in the chair. it creaks under the weight. “seven years and you’d think you’d be used to this shit by now, but no.” he waves his hands around, flapping them as he speaks.

and, of course, you take notice.

lando’s hands are like baseball gloves. he could probably palm a basketball, easy, you think. his palms are wide, fingers thick and long. completely different to oscar’s. oscar didn’t have small hands, not necessarily, but they certainly weren’t whatever bear paws lando norris was working with.

and oscar, your oscar, who knew you just as well as you knew him, caught the way your breath stuttered in your chest. he caught the way your mouth parted, just barely. your eyes followed his hands as they moved, explaining something that he’d had to cancel to be here tonight.

oscar’s hand lands on your thigh, heavy and grounding. at first, you don’t really think anything of it. really. it’s just oscar being affectionate. then, he squeezes. it isn’t hard. there’s no harshness to the way his fingers dig in, but it certainly does catch your attention.

and, oh. oh.

“lando,” you say, snapped out of whatever reverie you’d fallen into.

he quiets immediately, turning to glance at you. “mhm?”

“do you have to have custom gloves made?” his eyebrows furrow, visibly confused. he opens his mouth, trying to speak, but you cut him off. “it’s just—your hands. they’re huge. there’s no way the fit in a standard racing glove.”

you watch the flush that tinges his ears with some unbridled glee. he pinches the tip of his ear between his fingers, a clearly nervous tic. he’s flustered. oscar’s hand tightens around your thigh. you spread your legs just a bit, feeling a low, warm curl through your gut.

“i mean, they’re not that big?” lando’s voice pitches up, soft giggle leaving him. “are they? i don’t think my gloves are any different from oscar’s. are they?” he looks past you and at oscar. and, oh, the look on oscar’s face is more gratifying than flustering lando could ever be.

his jaw is set tight, biting down on his molars like it’ll keep him from doing anything crazy. his nails dig into your skin, despite how you’d clipped them earlier.

lando makes a motion with his hand, asking for oscar’s. “here. l-let’s see,” lando stutters, taking oscar’s hand. not the one that had been firmly pressed to your thigh, but his left one. they line their palms up, and there’s a very clear winner. lando’s fingers span nearly an entire knuckle past oscar’s, and his palm is wide and boxy, where oscar’s is thin and rectangular. that low curl in your gut twists.

“me next!” you say, sitting up. lando, confused, looks between the two of you before he does the same, lining your palms up. his hand practically dwarfs yours. your head spins, mouth dry. opening your mouth to say something else, you’re startled by that warm, heavy again. this time, it sits on your shoulder.

it starts there, fiddling with the strap of your dress, before it slides up, up, up, fingers tangling into your hair. he plays it off like he’s just being a loving, doting boyfriend, massaging your head a little.

for a moment, you think you’re in the clear, hand falling to your lap as lando, flustered and flushed turns to talk to someone else that has taken a seat at the table. he’s sipping his water, ears pink. pride would claw at you if not for the way oscar’s hand weighs down on the nape of your neck. it’s solid and hot. you squirm in your seat, able to feel his thumb against your heartbeat, pressing in just slightly. it makes you gasp.

“oscar—“ you start, but it’s cut off by a honeyed voice, thick and low, kissing your ear.

“behave.”

you’d crossed a line. pushed too far. you could feel it in the curl of his fingers on your tense muscle.

oscar was a patient man, a benevolent man. someone who didn’t get into jealousy and insecure feelings. he wasn’t possessive nor boastful. but that… seeing the way your eyes locked onto lando’s had been enough. seeing the way your fingers practically trembled against tan skin and ocean-wide palms? well… oscar couldn’t have that. he needed to remind you exactly who you were there with, bring you back from whatever little cloud you were on.

your breath hitches, eyelids fluttering closed, submissive under the weight of that palm.

and oscar? he knows he’ll have you exactly where he wants you when you get back to the apartment.

[keirareidss]

learn for you - s.r

♡ summary: when spencer meets a cute librarian, finding out that she's deaf sets him back a bit but he's determined to understand her pairing: spencer reid x deaf!librarian!reader warnings: pretty much just fluff, reader feels a little insecure, maybe written poorly i'm sorry 🫣 wc: 2.5k a/n: i've never worked at a library before so some of this might not be accurate but 🤷 based on this request divider by @uzmacchiato

Spencer visited his local library frequently. He'd become well-known to the employees by this point, gifting them cookies around Christmastime, donations when needed, and smiles constantly. The old woman at the cashier was the one he was closest with. She talked about her grandson, he talked about his mother, so when he walked in, finding a different face behind the counter, his gait stuttered.

"Um... hello." He greeted and you looked up from your book. You'd sensed his presence when he walked in but he seemed like the type to just find his books and use the self checkout.

The fact that he wasn't standing right in front of you, offering a confused look, said otherwise. You waved, smiled at him, but he stayed, opened his mouth to speak.

"What happened to Betty? I thought she worked every evening." You read his lips as best you could but it was difficult when the person didn't know to enunciate. You set down your book on the counter, raising your hands to sign back to him.

Do you speak sign language?

His eyebrows furrowed and you grabbed a piece of paper, writing down what you'd just signed to him.

"Oh, uh, no... sorry." He spoke, realizing halfway through that you still couldn't hear him. He shook his head offering an apologetic look, a red hue rising on his face.

You stood from your chair, quickly grabbing another co-worker, Mabel, to help him with what he needed. As she spoke to him, his eyes kept trailing back to you, back in your chair, gaze flitting over the words on the page.

He must have gotten the help he needed because the next time you glanced up, he was gone. You turned to Mabel.

What did he need? She gave you a soft smile.

Just help locating a book. She signed back. Mabel was probably your favorite co-worker. She was a single mom with three kids and your absolute biggest inspiration. She was so strong and hard working and everything you wanted to be. Despite everything she'd been through she was always so smiley and cheery.

He was kind of cute, no? You chuckled at her antics.

I guess. You shrugged.

You should ask him out.

He doesn't know sign language. We wouldn't be able to talk to each other. She just shook her head, turning back to whatever she had been doing before you pulled her away to help with mystery man.

You saw him once more before he left, back at the checkout counter with three books. You were able to help this time because you knew what he wanted, starting to scan the books. When you scan his card, his account comes up to confirm.

He has an excellent record. Never an overdue book, never over the limit of maximum items. Truly an ideal customer.

You hand the books over to him and give him a smile. He hesitated, looking like he wants to say something to you, before he leaves with not only his books, but thoughts of the mysterious woman behind the checkout counter.

Spencer stayed up late that night. He opened his old laptop from 2002 to look up 'basic sign language for beginners'. He studied for a bit before sighing and giving up. The screen had started hurting his eyes and he always preferred using physical books anyways.

It was around 7:45 when he decided to head back to the library and check out some books on sign language. You weren't there this time, but that was okay, he didn't want you to see that he'd come back only a few hours later to check out books on something he'd just learned about a stranger.

He headed back home and turned on the warm lamp next to his bed and started reading. He fell asleep with books strewn about his bed, glasses crooked on his face, sure to leave a mark in the morning.

Despite that, and his rushed morning after forgetting to set his alarm, he had a pretty good day. He studied more on his lunch break and he was truly, honestly excited to go to the library again. He didn't even falter when Derek made fun of him for 'being a nerd'. Very clever Morgan, thank you.

He walked into the library, making his way to the front desk, his grin widening when he spotted you in the chair again. Stopping in front of you, he waited for you to look up at him. You smiled again and he felt a burst of courage in his veins.

Hello. My name is Spencer.

His fingers were clumsy but you looked happy anyway. Well, first you were shocked, then happy, then confused.

I thought you didn't know sign language. He processed for a moment, racking his brain for the meanings.

I just learn. His movements were sloppy but you understood.

That's so cool! Why did you decide to learn? He paused. Should he tell you it's for you? Would you be uncomfortable because of that?

I thought it would be fun. You smiled, nodding your head.

So, can I help you with something else? Shit. He hadn't thought to come up with a reason why he's back the next day.

My friend at sex knows sign language and I thought it would be cool. His movements were getting sloppier and you could tell he was nervous by the way he mistaked sex and work. He sensed the confusion and surprise in your eyes and continued.

You may have seen her here, she wears a lot of penis. He signs. Another mistake in his signs, you assume, but it's funny imagery anyway.

Pink? You corrected, showing him the right sign and his head tilts. You chuckled, grabbing a pen and paper and telling him what he did wrong. He instantly flushed red, stammering before remembering he needs to sign.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know-

You cut him off, waving your hands and shaking your head with an amused smile.

It's okay.

I meant penis. You laughed, correcting him again and, if possible, he flushed even more red. He buries his face in his hands and you laugh harder.

"I should go." He says after he removes his hands and you are able to lip read it. You shake your head as he turns to leave, reaching over the counter to grab his sleeve before he can return home, never to show his face in the library again.

Don't leave now. I didn't get your number yet. He looks at you, eyes wide in shock and perplexity.

You want my number?

Of course I do. You're cute and you're funny. When he doesn't say anything, you quickly scribble your phone number on the same piece of paper that you corrected his signs on, ripping it out and sliding it across the counter to him. Call me.

He barely remembers to grab the damn slip of paper before he's out of the library and in his car. He pulls out his phone, texting the group chat with his friends.

Spencer: A girl just asked me out

JJ: That's great Spence

Penelope: Oh my god! I'm so happy for you! Tell us everything!

Spencer: I met her at the library and I checked out a few books on sign language so I could talk to her. I'm pretty sure she's deaf.

Penelope: THAT IS SO ADORABLE

Derek: Nice, man. Proud of you

Spencer rolls his eyes at Derek's reply before tossing his phone in the passenger seat and starting his car. It buzzed the whole ride, most likely his friends asking for more details.

When he got home, he gave them a bit more to feed their gossip hungry minds before going to bed. He knew they'd harass him tomorrow anyway

Spencer had written out and deleted seventeen texts to you just this morning before dropping his phone, burying his face in his hands, and groaning.

"Rough day, pretty boy?" Derek chuckled, leaning against the side of his desk.

"I don't know what to do." Spencer's grumble was barely heard from behind his hands.

"About what?"

"About the girl from the library." He lifts his head, frowning at his friend, who just chuckled, reaching out to mess up his hair. Spencer weakly swatted his hand away.

"Man, just text her and ask her out. It's that simple."

"It isn't though! What if I say the wrong thing and ruin any chance I ever had with her?"

"Okay first of all, that's not gonna happen, even you can't mess this up, second of all if that does happen, you move on, find a new girl, and third of all, give me your phone." Spencer hands it over and Derek starts typing.

"There. Sent."

"What- Derek!" Spencer snatches his phone back, eyes scanning the message Morgan sent to you.

Spencer: Hey, was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner this Friday?

"Oh god, I'm doomed."

"You're not doomed, it'll be fine. Trust me."

"I don't." Spencer muttered and Derek just chuckled, shoving his shoulder before heading back to his own desk. A moment later, Spencer's phone buzzed on the table.

You: Sounds fun! When do you get off work?

Spencer was fiddling with his tie, his sleeves, the buttons on his jacket, waiting for you to show up. He'd made reservations at a restaurant, nice but not too nice. He arrived twenty minutes early just to be safe, but once that had passed and you still hadn't shown, he started getting worried.

To be honest, he'd been worried since when he arrived. Well, actually, since this morning. Technically, since Friday when Derek sent the text- you know what? Doesn't matter.

Suddenly, he heard quick footsteps approaching from his left and when he turned his head, he spotted you rushing down the sidewalk towards him. He was speechless, his gaze caught on your appearance. You wore a nice black dress, not showing too much skin, with cute strappy heels and your hair done up nicely.

Hi. He waved with a small smile once you stopped in front of him. You returned the smile, waving back.

Sorry I'm late, I lost track of time. You signed, giving him an apologetic grimace.

It's okay. He smiled. His movements were smoother and he could understand you better since he'd studied and practiced a lot more leading up to this. He'd also shoved a small pencil and pad in his jacket just in case you said something he couldn't understand.

Are we going inside? You asked and he nodded, leading you up to the restaurant. How long were you standing there? You asked your date, a slightly concerned look on your face.

Not long. He sighed, unable to control the embarrassed flush rising up his neck. You pick up the menu, your eyes scanning the choices as Spencer's gaze stays on you. His attention is held captive by your image, your serene energy sucking him in.

Eventually, the waitress comes around and Spencer orders. You have to turn the menu and point to what you want, flushing pink in embarrassment as Spencer watches. You always felt different and unusual when you were forced to order like this, no matter how much you told yourself that no one cares.

Sorry, that's kind of awkward. You signed and Spencer tilted his head in confusion.

What is?

When I need to order like that.

It's not awkward. You feel slightly reassured.

Conversation comes easily between you two. You find that you have a lot in common. You both have pet fish, Spencer a Corydora, you a couple beta fish, one of them coincidentally named Spencer, after Herbert Spencer, the philosopher.

You shared interest in sci-fi shows, historical fiction books, and surprisingly, knitting. You laughed at one of Spencer's complicated science jokes and his eyes shone. He smiled as your giggled subsided.

You have such a pretty laugh. He signs and you blushed.

Really? I've always been self conscious about it. You were bullied for your laugh all through school... among other things.

Yeah, I like it.

Throughout your date, Spencer struggled not to get lost in a rant because he knew if he did, he'd start talking about loud while his hands moved animatedly in front of him and he'd forget to make sure you could understand.

Once it grew late, like, way later than you'd planned on staying, Spencer picked up the check, with a weak protest from you, and led you outside.

Neither of you had driven so he decided to walk you home. It was a little harder to converse while walking side by side, so you settled to hold hands. Maybe a big step for a first date, but you didn't care.

His hand felt warm, slightly clammy, his long fingers intertwining with yours. He swung them slightly in between you and soon you were approaching your apartment. Spencer turned to you, a soft smile on his face as he raised his hands.

This was really fun. The whole night felt very cliche and, if you were lucky, maybe he give you a soft kiss and say something like, 'We should do this again sometime', or 'I'll text you'.

It was fun. You both stood in awkward silence before he raised his hands again.

We should do this again. There it was. You nodded, smiling anyway, your cheeks hurting from all of the grinning and laughing tonight.

Definitely. I'll text you. He nods, stepping back. You turn towards the front door of your apartment, pausing. Before you know it, you're turning back, grabbing Spencer by the arm as he turns to leave.

He looks back at you with a confused look.

Can I kiss you? He didn't hesitate to nod, letting you pull him down by his neck, pressing your lips to his. He gently cups your jaw with both hands, not needing sign language anymore, communicating to you with his lips. I really like you. I really like this. You're so pretty. You're not weird or different and if you are, so am I.

You pulled away, the chaste, first date kiss turning out to not be so chaste as you spotted remnants of your lip gloss smeared on his lips.

Well... goodnight. He chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

Goodnight. Spencer waited until you made it inside before he turned to leave, immediately finding a text on his phone from you.

You: Free next weekend?

Taglist: @superbeaglewitch, @perfectgoopfishuniversity-blog, totallynotabuckybarnessimp, @dramioneforevertilltheend. @cynbx, @diminombre, @tinythebunni, @pixie-verse, @westanleovaldito, @khxna

[tizeline]

What are your favorite Rottmnt headcanons?

Okay these are some headcanons I could remember off the top of my head-

Let's get some popular fanons out of the way - insomniac Leo and medic Leo are two that I like a lot. Medic Leo is interesting to me because I don't think it really works in canon, Leo's entire thing is that he doesn't feel like he has a good "role" to fill in the team, if he actually had the role of medic it would kinda undermine that. But that's what fanmade stories are for, you can explore fun ideas without it affecting canon, so I like it as a headcanon.

Obviously good ol' disaster twins, certified classic. I've talked about this before but I personally view Leo as the older twin, but I also don't think Leo or Donnie would know that so because of that they're constantly fighting over who the oldest one is out of the two of them. But I also like the idea that Leo doesn't really care that much, he mostly keeps calling himself the oldest one because to piss off Donnie because Donnie REFUSES to believe he'd be younger than an immature idiot like Leo. But because of that Leo will call himself the younger twin on occasion if it would benefit him in a certain situation, like if Donnie is mad at him for something and Leo just goes "🥺👉👈please forgive me?🥺👉👈 your baby brother?🥺👉👈" which would also infuriate Donnie LMAO.

I have some headcanons about the brothers' music taste. We already know their canon favorite music genres but I have some extra ideas. For example Raph's favorite genre soul, but I also like the idea of him enjoying blues and lo-fi hip hop and such. Leo's into glamrock specifically, but I also view him as liking a lot of rock music, but mostly 70s-90s rock. Also as an MCR fan I am going to project my love for MCR onto him and you cannot stop me, but also in my defense The Black Parade album is very inspired by for example Pink Floyd and Queen and such which I already imagine Leo would be into so I'm justified in thinking he'd AT LEAST like that specific album. (But he'd also like Danger Days simply because I say so)

When it comes to Casey Jr's origins, I've seen a lot of different ideas in the fandom, either that Casey Sr is his bio mom or that she adopted him. And when CJ is depicted as Casey's bio-kid, I've seen headcanons where either Casey just gave birth to him normally or that CJ is some sorta test-tube-baby-clone or whatever made with the help of either Donnie or Draxum. For a long time I couldn't decide which headcanon I prefered, so because of that I like the idea of it just being a mystery that none but Casey knows the answer to. Like, Casey just had a baby one day that she informed everyone was her kid and no one had any idea where said kid came from. And no one in the resistance really had much time to dwell on it cause they were all too busy fighting the krang. "Casey has a kid now? Okay whatever good for her we don't have time to think about that we're all dying"

Another thing discussed in the fandom, what the heck Baron Draxum's first name? Some people see Baron as his name and some see it as just a title. I already brought this up in another post but I view it as both! His fist name is Baron, and he also has the title of Baron, so he's Baron Baron Draxum. But calling him that is a bit reduntant and silly so he just shortens it down to one singular Baron.

Mikey has the highest spice-tolerance in the family while Donnie has the lowest. Actually I just have a tendency to project my sensory issues with food onto Donnie in general, poor guy lmao sucks to be him.

Mikey is the second physically strongest out of the turtles (after Raph of course)

Donnie is the second most naturally talanted mystic user (after Mikey of course) but because he's trained the least with mystic powers Raph and Leo are both more skilled than him.

Donnie was the first to meet April and kinda tried to gate-keep her by hiding her from his brothers LMAO but they found out about her after like a week

I like to think Donnie is someone that likes to act all villainous for ✨The Aesthetic✨ but really can't handle being intentionally cruel and sadistic. Like he'd act all tough and be like "heh I know seventeen different ways to torture someone for information.... 😈my dark and twisted mind....😈 " but then he gets nauseous from seeing a bit of blood. Like he's all bark no bite.

Another headcanon I've brought up before is the idea that Donnie got REALLY into researching conspiracy theories about Lou Jitsu's mysterious disappearance when he was a kid. And he'd infodump about these theories TO SPLINTER who just had to do his best to keep his poker face through that.

Dunno if ya'll remember that post circling around a little while ago theorising that CJ has a prosthetic hand, but regardless, I've adopted that as a headcanon.

I love love LOVE the idea of Raph and Leo being co-leaders, mostly because I think specifically rottmnt's versions of the A-Team would be the only ones who could actually pull it off LMAO. I think neither of them deal well with having too much responsibility put on them and they overall are able to make up for each other's weaknesses. After the movie I think if they sat down to discuss they'd decide to just split up the leadership role between the two of them and it would actually work.

My headcanon for the turtles' eyecolour is yet another thing I've talked about, but I really like the idea of them having dark brown eyes :]

[bbokicidal]

"Resign Your Soul To My Caresses | SKZ |

And Become Drunk With The Intoxication Of My Kiss. " - Song of Lilith

Synopsis : How your companion - who is an Incubus - acts around you/how he behaves + Pros & Cons to having him as a demonic companion.

Pairing : Incubus!OT8 x Fem!Reader Genre : Suggestive Warnings : Dub-Con-esque, Mentions of sex, sleep paralysis & nightmares, deterioration of health, etc.

Chris :

As an Incubus, Chris is eerily calm. Most Incubi tend to seek out women in their dreams, harass until given what they crave - greed flooding through their veins. But Chris is calm albeit eager, quiet when not being spoken to and, most of the time, observing what you do in case he needs to step in. But he is by no means gentle. Pros : Calm ; Readily Aware Cons : Possessive ; Always watching

Minho :

Very quiet. Most of the time you don't even know he's there until he's stepping out of a shadow, already slipping you into the waiting arms of your sleep paralysis as he makes his way over. He's eager to tease and most of the time, nothing sexual even happens - other than his lingering touches and voice whispering in your ear every nasty little thing he wants to do with you. Outside of the long hours of the night, he's usually lingering just over your shoulder to tease you throughout the day - ghosts of his voice brushing the shell of your ear. Pros : Kinky ; Confident Cons : Absolutely depraved ; Teasing

Changbin :

Incredibly easy-going but also plays hard to get sometimes. If he wants something, he'll make sure he gets it; If you want something, you'd better beg for it or he'll laugh it off. He prefers to visit you in your dreams rather than in person, enjoying watching you wake up with a gasp and question if any of it was real or just your imagination. Pros : Genuinely Likeable ; Wants you Cons : A little mean sometimes ; Forceful

Hyunjin :

Cannot handle being told no; Does not like being argued with or fought away. Will take what he wants when he wants it - Which means he constantly wants you to comply with him needing/craving sex four to five times a day. He doesn't get along with others well - demons, angels, paranormal, anything. And lord forbid he encounter another Incubus around you because only one of them will be leaving that interaction in one piece. Pros : Protective ; Sensual Cons : Bratty ; Argumentative with others

Jisung :

He hates that he feels this way, but he does care for you a little bit. Of course, he still uses you any chance he gets but each time he sees the toll it takes on you he starts to feel just a liiiittle bit bad. He takes up habits like brushing your hair for you in early morning hours before work/classes, helping you get ready and even making your bed after you leave before slinking back into the darkness beneath the frame. He feels.. awful, if he's honest, that what he's doing is draining you of life slowly. But every time you're in his sights, he can't help but feel like he needs to get his hands on you. Pros : Caring ; Considerate Cons : Greedy ; Insatiable

Felix :

He actually really enjoys being with you - in your room, your bed, your nightmares. But he's also extremely possessive and greedy to the point where he, on occasion, will not let you leave your room for days at a time. Those are the days you can't walk, can't talk, and you're scared to sleep because you know you'll become paralyzed against the sheets and he'll taunt you with his essence over and over again. He makes up for his behavior by offering sweet caresses to your skin and leaving minimal marking on your body. Pros : Careful ; Pleasant Company (Sometimes) Cons : Obsessive ; Brutal (in bed)

Seungmin :

He might just be the most casual about it. He treats your connection - your contract - as if he's just another person in your life with the perks of being a demon. He doesn't tend to violate your dreams or sleep in general, and prefers to be with you in person. Though there are times that his needs are put first and he has to take matters into his own hands instead of working at your pace. Which leaves you feeling incredibly bad physically. Pros : Almost like a real boyfriend ; Incredible in bed Cons : Toxic to your health ; Occasionally Inconsiderate

Jeongin :

Greedy, greedy bastard who is with you because of one reason; Breeding. Incredibly rough, always taking what he wants - Does not ask for it half of the time and just initiates sexual interactions. Constantly trying to impregnate you because why wouldn't he be? On the plus side, every touch leaves a tingling, prickly sensation running just beneath your skin - so sometimes he can feel a little... addicting. Pros : Sex master fr ; Always comes inside Cons : Horribly rough ; Always comes inside

[gabby-i-guess]

Yes, but also - learn to use the search function properly. If you're not a uni student you might not know this, but the search function works pretty much the same as a database search function. Which is. Fucking genius. No, it doesn't have the glitz and glam of google, but it DOES have incredible accuracy.

I don't have the time rn to write out full instructions, but here are a few tips to get you started:

Click on the question mark next to 'Any Field' - it will tell you some phrases and symbols to include in your search so that it will find exactly what you want. For example, you can use quotation marks around a phrase to find exactly that phrase, and no variations. Or you can use the minus symbol to find works with this tag/character/whatever but not that tag/character/whatever. Go have a look, I promise it's useful.

Under the 'Warnings' section, you'll see several opinions including 'creator chose not to use archive warnings' and 'no archive warnings apply'. The first means that one of the archive warnings may apply - the author didn't want to specify or wasn't sure. The second means that the archive warnings definitely will not apply. Use that one if you really really really want to avoid those topics.

The 'Word Count' section takes < and > symbols. As a guide, here's my personal estimation: <3000 is a bite-sized fic, maybe takes 10 min or less to read; >3000, <5000 is a comfy one-shot, maybe takes up to 30min to read; and anything above that will take me a few sessions to read. But obviously also base it on your personal reading speed and preference - go take a look at a fic you're familiar with and use that word count as a guide as well.

The 'Relationships' section is for, uh, ships. Please note! A '/' between the names means romantic pairing, an '&' means platonic. I had to be told this 🥲

The 'Additional Tags' section is where. It's. Motherfucking. At!!! Take a look through some fics you like and use some of those tags. Maybe even keep a list. But, you don't need to put in every single variation of the tag, bc the AO3 volunteers are angels and have 'grouped' tags together. E.g., unless you specify '-emotional', 'hurt/comfort' will give you 'hurt/comfort' and 'emotional hurt/comfort'.

If you're feeling zesty, use the 'Sort By' section to select 'Hits', and use the 'Sort Direction' to select 'Ascending'. This will show you fics with the lowest hits, so you might unearth a buried treasure!

Or, if you want to play it safe, use the 'Sort By' section to select 'Kudos' (or 'Comments' or 'Bookmarks'), and use the 'Sort Direction' to select 'Descending'. This will show you fics with the most Kudos/Comments/Bookmarks, so it's more likely to be good. (Note: which of those three you use depends on what you're looking for. If you're looking for filthy smut, Kudos are best - people get shy about leaving comments on smut, and might not bother saving it for later. If you're looking for hurt/comfort, Bookmarks or Comments are better, because it shows that people are engaging. If you're looking for angst, Comments are best, because people love yelling at angst authors 🥰 Just use your own judgement)

Anyway, happy searching! 🫶

[homiesexuallaj]

Sweetheart, who’s this?

Pairing: Mafia! Bucky Barnes x reader

Genre/Warnings: fluff (overall), attempts at a slow morning, your ex (yuCK), kinda proofread

Summary: You get a text from someone that you thought had previously blocked you…

A/N: My ex hit me up the week before valentine’s day and the only thing I’ve been thinking about is what if Bucky was there when it happened :) Also there’s a college!bucky version <3

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It’s Friday, and you and Bucky decided to just have a nice, slow morning to start off your day.

Bucky, ever the early bird, had woken up just when the sun was about to rise. He had decided to stay in bed with you though, curling and pressing his self against your back with an arm hugging you close. He may or may not have fallen back asleep like this because the next thing he knew was that the early morning sun was drifting in through the curtains of the bedroom and painting a golden path across your face.

When Bucky did decide to get up, he adjusted the blankets and comforter over your body and set his pillow against your back to keep the feeling of him still there. He gave your temple a lingering kiss before stepping into the shower to officially get up for the day. Afterwards, he had gotten started on breakfast for the both of you. He was content in taking his time, knowing that either he’d have to go in and wake you up or the smell of his blueberry pancakes would pull from you from the bed.

Which they did, because here you were dragging your hands under Bucky’s t-shirt and wrapping your arms around his torso. You rested your cheek between his shoulder blades and gave him a mixture of a hum and a grunt in response to his good morning greeting. You stood there for a few moments, living in Bucky’s warmth and the smell of pancakes and his body wash. You only pulled away when Bucky spoke.

“Why don’t you go sit down, sweetheart?” Bucky suggested over his shoulder. “Go get comfy on the couch. I’ll be done in a few.”

“Hmm.. okay,” You agreed after a few short moments.

After being pulled in by Bucky for quick kiss to the lips and another to the cheek, you wandered over to the couch in the living room and sat down. You didn’t turn the tv on, not yet, content on listening to the cooking of food and as Bucky mumbled to himself. You pulled your legs up to yourself and crossed you arms over your chest, laying your head back against the back cushions of the couch as you waited patiently for Bucky.

Just as Bucky began to dish up some blueberry pancakes and bacon, with syrup of course, for you both, you heard one of your phones go off in the kitchen. You could hear Bucky’s movements abruptly stop as he went to check it out.

Bucky and you preferred to keep your phones in the kitchen, away from the bedroom, as you two slept. He’d always said that bedroom time was you and him time, work could always wait for the morning. If they needed him so badly, then they would just have to figure things out. But showing up at Bucky’s doorstep was absolutely not an option, no need to bring you into the mix. You were Bucky’s peace away from work and he needed to keep it that way.

“Sweetheart?” Bucky called out.

“Yeah?” You responded, turning around slightly when you heard Bucky’s hesitant tone.

You could see Bucky standing at the kitchen island that was partially connected to the wall at one end. In his hand was your phone, still connected to the charger. He looked down at the device with furrowed brows before meeting your gaze with a curious one of his own.

“Who’s this ‘Dill’ person?” Bucky asked, looking down at the phone once more before back up at you.

“‘Dill’?” You asked for confirmation, beginning to wrack your brain for anyone you know that has that name.

“Well, it’s a text, but it came through as an email,” Bucky explained, his tone apprehensive as he spoke.

Oh weird.

Then a light bulb flickered on in your head. You desperately hoped it wasn’t the case, but you wouldn’t be too surprised either.

“It could be my ex,” You suggested, hoping it wasn’t.

“Well, what does he want?” Bucky asked like he didn’t have your phone in his hand. He seemed almost offended that your ex would text you so early in the morning, at Eight AM, and you don’t blame him.

“You have my phone, what does it say?” You ask in return, gesturing for Bucky to look back down at the phone and instead of at you.

“It just says ‘hey’,” Bucky told you, still confused at the situation.

You hummed, thinking for a second. Then,

“Well, go ahead and ask who it is, then come over here and eat with me cause I’m hungry,” You pat the back of the couch, offering Bucky to try and continue your try at a slow morning.

“Alright,” Bucky shrugs, obviously not worried if you’re not worried either.

With a quick few taps to your screen, Bucky shut the phone off and set it back down. Then, he was picking back up the plates of still-hot breakfast before making his way to join you on the couch. He handed you your plate once he settled down beside you and turned the tv on to have some background noise going as you two ate.

You gave Bucky a squeeze on his forearm and a reassuring kiss to his cheek before you dug into your homemade breakfast. You practically moaned at the taste of the blueberry pancakes doused in syrup, wanting a cocky brow raised your way.

“Careful, sweetheart,”Bucky teased after he swallowed a bite of food. “I promised a slow morning.”

“I can do slow,” You teased back, giving him a sly smile before you took another bite of pancake.

“After this week I had, I don’t think I can,” Bucky admitted with a low tone to his voice.

You only rolled your eyes and gave a gentle scoff, knocking knees with him as you two continued to eat.

Sometime between you finishing your plate and Bucky halfway through his food, since he always got more than you, your phone had dinged again in the kitchen. You made no move to get it, instead you set your now empty plate on the coffee table and settle back into the couch as a little food coma threatens to overtake you. You catch Bucky almost anxiously glancing back behind you two, so you set a soothing hand on his thigh and rub the area with your thumb to help calm his blatant nerves.

You can see the tension leave Bucky’s shoulders and watch as he turns his head to give you an easy smile. You smile back, giving him a reassuring expression.

When Bucky finishes eating and takes a sip of his orange juice, you pull him in by the scruff of his neck and press a strong kiss to his lips that taste of orange. You pull away after a few moments, giving Bucky a smile still and cupping his scruffy cheek.

“Don’t worry about it, Buck,” You try to reassure him. And it’s apparent that you could read Bucky like a book when you continue, “There’s nothing for you to worry about. You saw my phone. I’m all yours, big boy.”

Despite being the biggest crime boss in this side of the bay, Bucky still had his doubts of being worthy of you. He had always doubted that he was even allowed in the same room as you, much less breath the same air. You were this ethereal goddess in his eyes. Despite Bucky’s intimidating power, you had him wrapped around your dainty pinkie like a lovesick puppy, even after all this time.

Bucky sighed, nodding and kissing you again before taking your plates away to the kitchen to be deposited of in the dishwasher neatly.

You settle down into the couch, but perk right back up as you hear Bucky let out a scoff of a laugh from somewhere behind you. And it almost scares you half to death when Bucky hands you your phone to read whatever he apparently read.

The text thread between your ex and you, technically Bucky, is open. On the screen is a little pity text from your ex in response to your earlier question that reads something along the lines of “I can’t believe you deleted my number. I still kept your number after we stopped talking.”

You can’t decide whether to roll your eyes or gag at the obvious attention-seeking. And you almost want to respond, “That’s what you get for cheating on me, jackass,” but you don’t. Instead, you look up at Bucky, who hovers by the armrest of the chair you rest again, with an amused expression.

“Can you believe this guy?” You ask, appalled.

“Absolutely not,” Bucky scoffs.

Almost as if he’s relieved by your reaction, Bucky finally comes to settle down in his previous spot beside you on the couch. He leans into you to look at your phone screen, and you hold your phone in your lap so Bucky can look. He’s ever so noisy, but you supposed he has the definite right to be in this moment.

After debating what to say for a few moments, you decide on a simple “okay” as a response. And almost too soon is your ex texting back that he had a present for you.

You quirk an eyebrow and meet Bucky’s gaze as you side eye him. You’re amused by the attention seeking, but curious at this supposed “gift”. So, you ask what it is.

“You better no-“ Bucky starts.

You interrupt him, “I’m not going to meet up with him to get whatever this ‘gift’ is, I’m smarter than that, Bucky.” You met Bucky’s stern gaze with one of your own before you relax. “Plus, I have you to spoil me to your heart’s content.”

Bucky loved to spoil you, he certainly had the money to do so. No matter how many times you protested or tried to say you could save up your own money, a gift or something similar was always on your doorstep or waiting for you in Bucky’s home. He had always tried to get you to quit your little job and move in with him too, reasoning that his place was plenty big for the two of you and he had more than enough money to sustain you both.

You always protested, feeling guilty every time Bucky bought you something expensive or when he suggested that he could take care of you. You didn’t want him to spend on his money on you, or spend his limited free time taking care of you. But somedays, some battles will just have to be lost.

With your reassurance, Bucky calms right back down. He looks back at your phone with another text from your ex comes through.

‘It’s a christmas/birthday present for you. I’ve actually had it for awhile,’ The text reads.

“And he’s telling you this now?” Bucky speaks your own thoughts out loud.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” You agree with Bucky. “What a weirdo..”

You respond back to the text, telling your ex he can keep the gift and do whatever to it. The response you get is “Alright cool 😎” and quickly followed with “How’s that guy treating you?”

An instant scoff escapes your mouth, and you gape at the audacity of this boy texting you.

You’re not oblivious to the way that, despite blocking you for the first few moments after you and your ex’s breakup, he had unblocked you and then had taken to refollowing you on twitter and stalking your instagram. While, you weren’t one to care about social media drama, you were a bit appalled at the fact that you ex couldn’t leave you out of his life.

You don’t have the chance to reply to the text yourself before Bucky is snatching your phone from your fingers and typing back his own response.

‘I am treating her great, actually. Compared to what I’ve heard about you.’

You gasp as Bucky sends it, “Bucky!”

Bucky holds up a finger in front of your face, “We are being civil, not nice.”

You can’t argue with that, so after a moment of thinking you shrug, “That’s actually pretty fair.”

“Exactly,” And with a bop on your nose, Bucky’s attention is back on your phone vibrates on his hand.

‘That’s great’ The text from your ex reads.

‘Yeah’ Is all Bucky responds before clicking on the contact name to block and delete your ex’s email that came through the messages app on your phone.

“Wait!” You stop him before Bucky can delete the convo. You snatch your phone back for a moment.

With a few quick clicks, you screenshot the texts of your ex and you/Bucky before you’re deleting the messages yourself.

“Entertainment for the ladies later,” You explain, handing your phone back.

“Ah,” Bucky nods, understanding as he takes your phone back. He stands, brushing your hair away from your forehead before leaning down to kiss your cheek. “I’ll be right back. Gotta make a phone call. What’s your ex’s name again?”

You pick up on the implication of Bucky’s words and give a gentle roll of your eyes. Without complaint or hesitation, you give Bucky you ex’s full name before he saunters off towards the kitchen. You settle back down into the couch, focusing on whatever is on the tv as you wait for Bucky to come back into the living room and join you.

Bucky isn’t gone long, practically prancing back to you and joining you on the couch with a proud smile on his face. Bucky leans back in the opposite armrest from you, patting his chest in invitation.

You take it, crawling across the couch to settle down against Bucky’s chest and between his legs. You wrap an arm around Bucky’s back as you lay half against his chest and half on your side, and you sink into the man more as he wraps both of his arms around you to hold you close.

“Well, aren’t you proud of yourself?” You tease, moving your head to look up at Bucky.

“Always, when it comes to you, sweetheart,” Bucky says a little too casually as he presses a smooch to your forehead. “Now, let’s lay here for a bit. I didn’t get to start my morning off as slow as I’d like.”

“Sorry,” You apologize almost out of habit.

“Don’t got nothing to be sorry for, sweet thing,” Bucky soothes you.

You nod, settling into Bucky’s body more.

You two lay there for the rest of the early morning, watching whatever there is to watch on the morning cable tv. One or both of you may have even dozed off until the later morning, but you’ll both deny it if the other one mention it.

[rori-is-writing]

Doctor Showdown

A The Pitt Reader X Drabble.

Teen | Dr. Robby x Fem!Reader | 454 words ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Summary: Robby goes with you to see your OBGYN and is confronted with a doctor who doesn't listen to their patients. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Tags: Condescending Doctors, Female Reader, Mentions of Sterilization

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[ A/N: This one is based on far too many personal experiences of mine, so writing this was rather cathartic. ]

The next time you go to see your doctor, you ask Robby to come with. 

He acquiesces—because of course he does—though can’t hide his visible confusion from you when he follows you into the women’s clinic. You’ve never asked him to tag along to an appointment before, preferring to deal with any health concerns or check-ups on your own. 

But, about ten minutes into the appointment, he realizes that he hasn’t been brought along as moral support or to help explain a particularly confusing medical issue to you…he’s been brought along to play witness to your mistreatment. 

“You’re far too young to be asking for that,” said Dr. Brown, an average looking woman in her forties with a condescending tone that Robby did not like one bit. Did he sound like this when he spoke to patients? God, he hoped not. 

“I’m thirty years old,” you reply firmly, but tiredly. Clearly, this was not a new argument. 

“Sterilization is permanent. I don’t want to take your choices away.” 

Robby’s frown deepened. 

“But this is my choice,” you say, unable to hide the exasperation creeping into your voice.

Dr. Brown, however, seemed unconvinced. “You might feel differently in a few years.” 

“Then that’s my problem, not yours.” 

“And how does your husband feel about that?” The doctor asks, finally bothering to spare Robby a glance, as if expecting him to take her side. 

“Her husband,” Robby says pointedly. “Doesn’t believe a man gets to have veto power over what his wife does with her body.” 

Something in Dr. Brown’s facade cracks then. He can see the confusion. The disdain. Like a parent baffled and disappointed in the actions of their child. 

“Don’t you want a baby?” 

“No,” you proclaim firmly. “As I have told you every time I’ve come in here asking for this.”

“Yes, but you’re married now,” your doctor says, as if having a ring on your finger should have made you change your entire personality and worldview overnight. 

Officially out of patience, Robby interjects. 

“What does that have to do with anything?” 

Immediately, Dr. Brown goes on the defensive. “Plenty of women change their minds about wanting children. Especially once they settle down.” 

His eyes narrow. “Do you treat all of your patients like this or is my wife just special?” 

The woman’s eyes widen, shocked and cornered. 

“Actually, don’t answer that,” Robby says, unable to listen to any more of this woman’s bullshit. He stands. “We’re done here.” 

He turns to you and sees you look up at him with a hopeful expression as you stand too. 

“Let’s go and find you a real doctor.” 

And, without another word towards Dr. Brown, he ushers you out the door.  

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Is it just me or are comments like this gross and weird?

Like your literally telling a woman she needs to change how she presents her body to suit *your* personal preferences... oh but your doing it wokely, youre doing it in the opposite direction that those icky men do it so it doesn't count?

:/

Fuck all of you, go self reflect and then apologise to women, please.