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[stenoodie]

Week 188 motherhood - cruising continued, 16 months old, home sweet home

Week 188 motherhood - cruising continued, 16 months old, home sweet home. #seconddinners #macandcheese #whitesand #extrovert

Walking the buffet every day after she’s done eating Week 188 motherhood with 3.5 year old and 16 month old.  Continue reading Week 188 motherhood – cruising continued, 16 months old, home sweet home

[bietrofastimoff23]

THUNDERBOLTS* SPOILERS

I came across a comment that in the Avengers Tower battle, Sentry seemed to be holding back a lot more with John, Ava, and Yelena than he did with Bucky and Alexei, probably because he wasn’t familiar with the latter two.

And if you think about it, that’s true, or at least close to it: Sentry actively hurts Bucky and Alexei, striking them multiple times per round, while John, Ava, and Yelena only got hit once each with any real force, and even then those hits weren’t as powerful as the ones he inflicted on Bucky and Alexei.

In the end, he smashes Alexei with a bar counter and slaps Bucky across the room after ripping off his bionic arm, but what about the golden trio? He just throws them aside, not trying to harm them more than he already has. I mean...

He could have let Yelena crash into the floor after falling, but he catches her.

He could have redirected John’s bullets against himself, like he did with Bucky, since he didn’t have his shield handy anymore, or thrown him around the room like he did with the other supersoldiers, but he only pulls him closer to toss him and Ava aside.

Like yeah, he didn’t use even a fraction of his power on anyone, and he kicked the trio’s asses too, but it’s still nowhere near as bad as what happened to Alexei and Bucky.

Weeell, looks like someone’s playing favorites))

It's not really surprising after all the adventures in the bunker.

[glasvera]

hii! i absolutely love your work and saw that requests were open ^^ i know that you’ve written smut for both adam and bucky (seperately) but… if i may be self-indulgent… do you have any ideas for a smut fic with adam and bucky TOGETHER with a fem! reader? 👀 if not, feel free to skip this request ^^

I will find a way to make almost any two characters work, even if it means there's barely any plot involved LOL (Plus, I see you in my notes all the time, so I HAD to make this work, and I had plenty of fun with it <3)

Ruin Me Tenderly

Adam Warlock x Fem!Reader x Bucky

Description: You enjoy going to the club to unwind and scope out your next prey. Little did you know, your bait was going to lure in not one, but two incredibly attractive men... and they're more than willing to share.

Warnings/Disclaimers: SMUT, 18+, MINORS DNI!!! Public groping, moderate use of alcohol, tentacle bondage, oral sex (m and f receiving), vaginal sex, spitroasting, rough sex

A/N: There's plot if you squint...? Ah, who am I kidding, this is just straight up nasty times, but who doesn't love the cliche of getting so worked up on the dance floor that you have to rush home and fuck each other's brains out?

Word Count: 3.4k

The club was your sanctuary. Your temple. It’s where you go to boost your ego, to get free drinks, to be worshiped by men practically begging you for a chance. Sometimes, you even indulge them. After all, nothing relieves stress quite like a good drink and a good fuck.

The music selection here hardly ever disappoints. The bass thrums and vibrates through the core of your very being. Your hips sway back and forth in time with the music.

That is, as much as they can.

You were currently sandwiched between two gorgeous men who couldn’t keep their hands off of you. One of them looked to be made of pure gold, perfection incarnate, while the other was rocking just the perfect sort of bad boy look, tightly grabbing your waist with a silvery bionic arm as he followed your movements.

It had been like this all night; they had both been buying you drinks, stealing glances, offering winks. It made you feel powerful, commanding the attention of them like this. They clearly knew each other, coworkers or something, but that didn’t stop either of them from making advances toward you.

You certainly weren’t going to do anything to dismiss them.

Naturally, you encouraged it. The subtle arch of your back to accentuate your ass, the way you tease your tongue along the rim of your glass… even from across the bar, you had seen their eyes darkening.

And that’s how you find yourself where you are now, dancing and grinding beneath the neon lights with a pleasant buzz humming in your head. The three of you are surrounded by a sea of people, but none of that matters. In this moment, the three of you might as well be joined as one being.

The golden man, Adam, as you had come to learn, stands in front of you. He was by far the gentler of the two, resting his hands sensually on your hips as you brace your hands on his broad shoulders. The grizzled man with the silver arm is far less kind in his grip, fingers digging into your waist and bunching up the fabric of your minidress. His organic arm skims down your bare thigh in a way that sends shivers across your skin, and you can feel him growing hard as he grinds against your ass. You bite your lip when you feel his breath ghost across the shell of your ear.

“You like this?” he growls, a hint of whiskey on his breath. His hand creeps further inward on your thigh, his movements hidden behind Adam’s frame. Your breath hitches in your throat at his brazenness.

Adam’s milky white eyes are hooded when he sees the way Bucky begins to touch you, and he wets his lips with the tip of his tongue. Even if he can’t hear his partner in crime over the sounds of the club, he can see the way you quiver in response. His hands trail up from your hips, barely touching the sides of your breasts before they find your face and cup it gingerly. You part your lips invitingly and he takes the bait, devouring you as a groan vibrates from him.

As if he weren’t being bold enough before, Bucky cups your sex and grinds his palm into your dampening panties. You gasp into Adam’s lips and throw one of your arms back, wrapping it behind Bucky’s neck to stabilize yourself against the double onslaught. When you break the kiss, Adam takes the opportunity to press hot kisses to the column of your throat, laving the skin with his tongue.

“Fuck, you two really get to the point, huh…?” you gasp out, not even sure if they would be able to hear your breathy voice over the pounding bass. Adam seems to pick up on it though, and you can feel the chortle that rumbles in his chest and the way he smiles against your skin.

“I hear no complaints from you, vixen,” Adam purrs, hovering over you and giving your breast a quick, discrete squeeze through the fabric of your dress. Your brows worry into a crease as your mouth hangs open in a moan lost in the sounds of the music. That doesn’t mean the three of you go completely unnoticed, though. You can feel eyes on you from all around. Adam senses it, too. “Though, perhaps we should take this somewhere more private?” he adds loudly enough that Bucky can hear.

Bucky gives a reluctant grunt but still nods, keeping a possessive arm around your waist even as he pulls away. “Fine. You got a place close by?”

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The walk back to your apartment has never felt so long. You stumble in your heels a few times, leaning into the men on either side of you, giggling and gasping as they kiss and paw at you impatiently. You’re pretty sure Bucky’s hand has been on your ass more times than it’s been at your waist at this point.

Adam is definitely the more patient one, even if not by much, as he leans on the wall of your complex’s hallway while you fumble with the keys to your apartment and Bucky attacks your neck with nips and kisses. You nearly fall through the door when you finally get it open, sputtering out tipsy giggles with a hand braced on the doorframe. Bucky wastes no more time, pushing you against the wall and claiming your lips in a ravenous kiss. The plush of your thigh molds to his silver fingers as he hikes your leg up.

“Try not to be too rough with her,” Adam warns in half jest while his eyes travel along your curves.

Seemingly in response, Bucky gropes at your breast and squeezes it forcefully in his palm. Your flesh gives so easily in his hands. It pulls a gasp from your throat that quickly turns into a low moan, swallowed in the kiss as he smirks against your lips.

“...Perhaps my worry is unfounded,” Adam secedes, adjusting himself in his black skinny jeans. You were a succubus, he decides, a temptress of undeniable allure. When Bucky starts trailing kisses along your jawline, nipping at your neck, and you tilt your head to gaze at Adam with pleading eyes, he knows he’s in trouble. Though, he was in trouble from the moment he first laid eyes on you. He dives in to claim your lips while Bucky grinds into you, keeping you pinned to the wall, and groans when your tongue meets his so eagerly.

Bucky starts shoving the skirt of your dress up, cupping your ass before giving it a quick spank. You squeal into Adam’s mouth, shuddering at the warmth of the sting that lingers there.

“I think she likes it rough,” Bucky growls into your neck. You can only whimper in response as Adam’s tongue writhes and dances with yours, fingers tangling into your hair as he holds your head in place. “Bet she’s a real freak in the sheets,” he teases before nipping at the shell of your ear.

Between kisses, you can’t help but utter a breathy laugh. “Are we…” you pause when Adam tries to reclaim your lips before settling on kissing the corner of your mouth, “...are we even going to make it to the sheets?”

Suddenly you hear the sound of metal plates shifting and whirring about, and the hand on your ass loses its shape to be replaced by a mass of slithering tentacles. Your eyes widen, but then they’re wrapping around your thigh, practically folding you in half against the wall while more of them tease along the crease of your hip. Perhaps you should be more concerned--something tells you this isn’t their usual purpose--but instead your breathing grows ragged and you feel heat pooling in your belly.

“I don’t need a bed to fuck you senseless, babe,” he growls darkly.

Adam presses sweet, insistent kisses to your cheek and jaw. “Do you mind at least releasing her from the wall so that I might join in properly?” he murmurs, words muffled in your skin. 

“Didn’t know you were into tentacles, Warlock, but I suppose it wouldn’t be right to leave you out,” he quips with a smirk.

Adam scoffs and shakes his head. “That is not what I meant… but… noted.”

“Oh, I’d watch that,” you comment, biting your lip as you draw your fingertip along Adam’s jawline and drawing a shiver from him. Such a pretty boy.

You don’t get to ponder that thought for much longer before Bucky finally releases his hold on you… at least, with his organic arm. Eldritch tendrils snake around your other leg and your arms, and you yelp as they hoist you easily up into the air. You’re spread out in front of him, your dress hiked up around your waist, and your sexiest panties are soaked through on full display. He steps behind you as you remain suspended, pressing heated kisses to the crook of your neck and reaching around with his free hand to cup and squeeze your breast.

“Well…?” Bucky addresses Adam, eyeing him darkly over your shoulder. The tentacles at your thighs dip further in, sliding over your clothed slit as you whimper, before they’re tugging your panties to one side in silent invitation for the golden man.

Adam drops to his knees and, like a man starved, shoves his tongue into your folds and absolutely devours you. He laps greedily, drinking in your essence, moaning as his golden chin becomes even shinier coated in your juices.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” you mumble out, your head falling back against Bucky’s shoulder. His tongue wasn’t the most practiced, but it was deliberate, tracing back in the same patterns that make you moan the loudest until you’re bucking into his face.

Bucky’s stubble scrapes against the sensitive skin of your neck before his teeth are sinking into you, sucking dark marks into it before running his tongue soothingly over the bruised spots. His tentacles do more than hold you aloft, squirming underneath your dress, curling about your breasts, even occasionally whipping your ass. This wasn’t your first time with multiple partners, but it was the first time their appendages had been quite so versatile, stimulating you everywhere even if they weren’t directly touching or tongue-fucking you there. Pleasure sets your body aflame.

“You taste of divinity itself…” Adam hums, kissing your inner thighs as white gold eyes blink slowly up at you. He returns to the task at hand, this time closing his lips over your clit and sucking gently on the bud. You keen at the sensation, thighs quivering in the tentacles’ hold.

“How are you holding up, princess?” Bucky asks, his breath tickling your ear. You groan as your head lolls back, lust-drunk and smiling lazily with blown pupils that regard him with an unfocused gaze. That makes him chuckle. The tentacles slowly lower your upper half until you’re suspended horizontally with your face level with his crotch. “How do you feel about choking on my cock?” he continues as a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

You lick your lips greedily, eyes flicking from the bulge in his pants back up to his face. “I’d be offended if you didn’t let me,” you purr.

He tilts his head to the side and huffs out a laugh, though you don’t miss the brief flicker of worry that crosses his face. “Careful what you wish for, sweetheart.”

His hand caresses your cheek gently, watching with hooded eyes when you nuzzle into his palm and gaze up at him so sweetly. You were begging for it, pleading with your eyes. Who was he to deny you? He withdraws his hand to unzip his pants, tugging them far enough down his hips for his cock to bob free, hard and hot and ready. Your head hangs upside down and you feel yourself drooling at the sight, parting your lips in anticipation.

Adam is still between your legs, slurping and sucking at your folds, before he pulls away with a lewd smack. “Before you are incapable of speech, do I have permission to mate with you like this?”

His formal speech nearly makes you giggle, but you stifle it as you lift your head up to look at him. Shimmering gold hair frames messily about his face that glistens with your slick. Would you let this golden picture of perfection fuck you? The answer was so obvious that the question barely felt worth asking.

“Please,” you beg. “Please fuck me.”

Those milky white eyes darken and he stands, massaging the soft skin of your thighs and exhaling a shuddered breath. With that sorted, you feel Bucky’s hand at your jaw, guiding your head backwards towards his achingly hard cock. Precum dribbles from the tip and you wish you could extend your neck far enough to collect it on your tongue. You don’t have to wait long though, and your lips part eagerly once more as he sinks the tip of his cock past them. A gravely groan rumbles in his chest when you close your lips around it, flicking your tongue along the sensitive slit. He tastes of salt and sweat, and you inhale deeply before he pushes more and more of his length into the hot, wet cavern of your mouth.

You hear the draw of a zipper and rustling of fabric a few moments before you feel the warmth of golden skin pressing between your thighs. Adam’s cock rests heavily against your mons, and you whimper around Bucky’s cock as your cunt drools in anticipation of being filled. Reverent hands delve beneath your dress, caressing the skin of your stomach and ribs tenderly while he grinds against you. Unlike his companion, Adam takes his time, savoring the image of you spread out between them like this, committing the feel of your skin to your memory. His golden hands stand out against the much more natural color of your flesh and even against the black and silver of Bucky’s arm tentacles.

Finally, he is satisfied with his sensory explorations of you. He guides his cock to your dripping cunt, groaning at just how wet you are, before he’s teasing the tip at your entrance. With your mouth full of dick, it’s difficult to tell Adam to hurry up, so you hope to get the message across by bucking your hips as much as you can in the tentacles’ grasp. Adam smirks at your eagerness, even though you can’t see it, but finally he obliges, pressing the head of his cock into you and exhaling a long, drawn out groan.

Their thrusts are shallow at first. Considerate, one might even say. Despite his dirty talk, you could tell from the concerned glances and requests of affirmation that Bucky truly didn’t want to hurt you. Your jaw strains to accommodate him in this position, curving against the flow of your mouth and throat, and he strokes your cheek affectionately with his thumb.

“Taking me so well…” he praises, easing a bit more of his cock into your mouth. “Tap the tentacles three times if it hurts too much, okay?”

You hum your affirmation before your tongue gets to work on his shaft, slithering it back and forth before flicking it along the underside of the head when he pulls out. Hollowing your cheeks out, you suck on him lewdly and coat him in saliva. He curses under his breath. You were way too good at this.

Meanwhile, your walls were practically sucking Adam in further and further. Sweat beads on his brow as he thrusts in deeper, finally sheathing himself to the hilt, and even his gentle hands can’t help but grip your hips tightly at the feeling of you clamping around him so deliciously.

“She is… truly a seductress,” he pants out. “I have never felt anything like… ah--”

Hot, velvety walls squeeze around him like a vice, wiping any sensible thought from his mind. With a series of whimpers and grunts, he starts fucking you properly. Being filled from both ends leaves your eyes rolling back into your head. Mewls and whines echo in your throat even as it begins to distend with Bucky’s length. Tears spill from your eyes at the stretch and cause your eye makeup to run in dark streaks down your face, but you’re in heaven.

“Yeah, keep sucking me. Just like that,” Bucky grunts out.

Bucky’s hand wraps loosely around your throat to feel it bulge every time he thrusts in. You’re so perfect, suppressing your gag reflex like a champ and slobbering so greedily around him. His tentacles reward you by coiling around your nipples under your dress, pinching and tugging at the stiffened peaks as your moans grow higher in pitch.

Adam, not to be outdone, reaches between your legs to collect your slick on his fingers before bringing them to your clit. You had cried out such a sweet song when he had sucked on it before, so he lavishes it with attention, circling and flicking his digits over the sensitive bud. Your thighs tremble and you squeeze even tighter around him, so he knows he’s doing something right.

So right, in fact, that you feel a roaring fire building in your loins. You were so used to being in control, so used to bringing men and women alike to their knees with just a glance, so to have all of that control lifted from you, to be suspended and fucked like this without lifting a finger? It was surprisingly intoxicating. Your mind is going blank, and you nearly forget to breathe out of your nose for a moment. You’re so stuffed full of cock, so thoroughly stimulated, and it was driving you closer and closer to that beautiful peak.

“I-I… she is gripping me so tightly. I fear I cannot last much longer. I--” He interrupts himself with a whiny, breathless moan. The air is filled with the sound of skin on skin, of your gargling and slurping, of their combined grunts and groans. It’s the last one that probably turns you on the most, that vocal confirmation of just how good you were, how perfectly your body was taking them.

 You gasp around Bucky’s cock and your entire body tenses up for the inevitable. You wind up tighter and tighter, panting out guttural whines between his thrusts. Finally you snap with a cry, convulsing even with the tentacles that try to hold you still, sputtering while your walls flutter around the cock that hammers into them. Both men watch in awe as you come utterly undone between them, looking so beautiful and fucked out while that telltale glow washes over you. They’re not far behind; Adam thrusts faster and faster before crying out, quickly withdrawing from you and shooting ribbon after ribbon of cum onto your belly. Your throat receives no such treatment, and Bucky holds your head in place, his balls slapping against the bridge of your nose. He’s unapologetically rough in the throes of passion now, leaving you almost no time to breathe even through your nose. You come close to tapping on the tentacles, but then he’s cumming down your throat with an animalistic growl, stilling inside you as you swallow every drop. He’s breathing heavily, but clarity washes over him, and he quickly pulls his softening cock out of your throat. You gasp for air, coughing and heaving as you desperately beckon oxygen into your deprived lungs.

The three of you, whether it’s from exertion or deprivation, take a moment to catch your breath. Bucky finally lowers you down to the floor, steadying you with his organic arm even as his bionic one collects the tentacles back into it and slowly reforms into its original shape.

“We should probably get you cleaned up,” Bucky offers with a warm chortle.

Adam concurs. “I believe we should all get cleaned up.” He pauses, regarding you hesitantly. “That is, assuming you will allow us to stay long enough to do so?”

You’re an absolute mess with your dress crumpled around your waist, tangled hair, and running makeup. Still, you lick your lips and smirk at the two men in front of you.

“The shower’s big enough for the three of us… assuming you’re up for round two?” you offer with a sultry giggle. Each of your hands finds one of theirs, and you start dragging them towards the bathroom.

Their eyes widen and they exchange glances, but really… it would be stupid of them to say no.

[avonnimimi]

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an: @airienyx this one is for you pretty lady😉, you didn’t specify if you wanted a different story line or not but here you go lovely🤍 if any of you have any requests please don’t hesitate to send an ask or message me:) MEN AND MINORS DNI

content: sub!reader, jealousy, strap-on-sex (r!receiving), drooling, fingering (r!receiving), nonchalant!sevika, mean!sevika, dom!sevika, choking, cursing, forced orgasms, daddy kink. lmk if i missed anything ;)

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On nights like these, you loved going to the club with Sevika. There was something thrilling about dancing under pulsing lights, the bass thudding through your chest, knowing her eyes were glued to you from the bar. You’d twirl your hips, arms raised above your head, carefree and wild. You loved teasing her, knowing exactly where her mind wandered as she watched you move: probably imagining how she’d ruin you the moment you got home.

Key word: loved.

What you didn’t love was when random girls thought they had a chance with her, thought they could saunter up to Sevika and flirt, giggling and batting their lashes like she wasn’t already yours. Usually, Sevika didn’t even look twice at them. Her gaze would stay locked on you, her lips curling into that slow smirk that promised you everything.

But tonight was different.

Your heart clenched when you glanced over and caught Sevika smirking at some girl leaning far too close. You tried to brush it off, rolling your hips to the beat, pretending like you didn’t care. But you couldn’t stop stealing glances. The girl was laughing, touching Sevika’s arm, and Sevika—your Sevika—was smiling back. And then it happened: Sevika ordered a drink, tilted the glass, and poured it right down the girl’s throat.

Your stomach twisted. The bass pounding through your body no longer felt like music, it was just noise, vibrating in your chest, drowning out your thoughts. Sevika’s eyes flicked up then, catching yours from across the room. She didn’t look guilty. She didn’t look apologetic. No, her gaze was dark and heavy, raking over you in a way that made your thighs press together instinctively. She lingered a moment where your pussy would be before dragging her eyes down the length of your legs.

You didn’t know it then, but this wasn’t some betrayal. Sevika wasn’t interested in the girl. She was interested in you, and she wanted to see how far you’d go to prove that she was yours.

Your little legs moved before you could think, storming across the club. You shoved your way between Sevika and the girl, forcing her attention back on you. Without hesitation, you climbed onto her lap, wrapping your arms around her neck and nuzzling into her, your scent and warmth flooding her senses. “I don’t like her,” you whispered, your voice soft but firm against her ear. “Tell her to leave.”

One corner of Sevika’s mouth twitched upward. “As you wish,” she said smoothly, turning to the girl. “Leave.”

There was no fuss, no argument. The girl scurried off, her confidence deflating instantly. Sevika leaned back in her chair, her strong hands settling on your hips. “Let’s go home, trouble,” she murmured, her voice rich with amusement.

Your cheeks burned at the pet name, but you didn’t protest when she lifted you effortlessly, seating you on her bionic arm, as she always did. The ride home was a blur, your chest tight with frustration, your thighs pressed together to stave off the heat building between them. By the time Sevika carried you through the front door, you were fuming.

You hopped off her arm before she could say a word, spinning around to glare at her. She leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed, watching you with a flicker of amusement in her eyes. She knew you were upset. She wanted you upset. She was testing you, and you were falling for it.

Without thinking, you grabbed her by the belt, yanking her toward the bedroom. She followed easily, letting you drag her, her heavy boots thudding against the floor. When you motioned for her to sit on the bed, she did, her expression unreadable. This wasn’t like her, Sevika was always in charge. But the way she leaned back, arms spread wide, watching you with that lazy smirk, made you feel like you had the upper hand for once.

You knelt between her legs, unzipping her jeans and tugging them down just enough to reveal her strap. Your mouth went dry at the sight of it, thick, long, and glistening with the lube she’d slicked on earlier. Your stomach twisted. Was she planning to fuck that girl from the bar?

You looked up at her, frowning, your lips trembling with frustration. “You’re being mean,” you said, your voice small but firm. “And I’m going to make you pay for it.”

Sevika raised a brow, her smirk widening. “Oh, yeah?” she said, her tone dripping with amusement. “Go ahead, doll. Show me what you’ve got.”

Ignoring the heat rising in your cheeks, you stripped off your clothes, your body already aching for her. You climbed onto her lap, gripping the base of her strap as you lined it up with your entrance. You were already soaked, as you always were for her, but the stretch was still a challenge. You sank down slowly, your walls fluttering as you took her inch by inch.

You’d never done this by yourself before. Usually, Sevika would shove it in, stretching you so deep you could feel her in your stomach. But this time, she just watched, her hands resting lazily on your hips as you struggled to take her.

“Who was that girl?” you asked, trying to distract yourself from the overwhelming stretch.

“A friend,” Sevika said simply, her voice unreadable.

“Do you pour all your friends’ drinks down their throats?” you snapped, your frustration bubbling over. “What, is she some secret whore-”

Before you could finish, Sevika bucked her hips, forcing more of her cock inside you. You whined, your hand flying to your lower stomach as you felt the pressure building there, the length of her strap pressing so deep it almost hurt.

“What was that, doll?” Sevika drawled, her tone mocking. “Thought this was supposed to be my punishment. Yet here you are, crying on my cock.”

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as tears pricked the corners of your eyes. You tried to keep going, rocking your hips, but it was too much. You couldn’t take all of her, couldn’t stretch yourself far enough. “I can’t,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“What was that, trouble?” Sevika said, her hands tightening on your hips. Before you could respond, she yanked you down, forcing the rest of her cock inside you with a loud, wet squelch. “Mhm, hear that?” she growled. “This little pussy’s talking to me.”

You damn near screamed, your back arching as your body clenched around her. Sevika grabbed your throat, pulling you close so her lips brushed against your ear. “Stuff your cunt up,” she ordered, her voice low and dangerous.

You tried. You really did. But the tears started to spill, your body trembling with the effort. Before you could plead, Sevika took over, gripping your hips and slamming you down onto her cock. The sound of your wetness filled the room, loud and obscene as she drilled into you from below.

“Fuck yourself,” she growled, her voice sharp and commanding.

You bounced on her cock, desperate to keep up, but Sevika wasn’t satisfied. “What do you say?” she barked, slapping your ass hard enough to make you yelp.

“Y-yes, daddy!” you whimpered, your voice cracking.

“That’s my girl,” she rasped, grabbing your hips and taking control. She pounded into you, her thrusts relentless, her tip slamming into your cervix with every stroke. Your juices dripped down her thighs, soaking the sheets beneath you.

“Daddy, I—I can’t—” you gasped, your hands clawing at her biceps.

“Thought you were teaching me a lesson?” Sevika sneered, her hand slipping between your legs to rub your clit. “What happened, doll? You already breaking?”

You didn’t even have time to answer before the pleasure overwhelmed you, your body locking up as you came hard, gushing around her cock. “Good girl,” Sevika murmured, her tone softening slightly.

But she wasn’t done. She lifted you off her cock, laying you down on the bed before spreading your legs wide. “Let me see my pretty pussy,” she said, almost to herself. Her fingers slid inside you easily, curling just right, hitting that spot you loved as she leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“I belong to you, trouble,” she murmured, her voice soft but firm. “Only you.”

She thrust her fingers harder, deeper, faster, until you were shaking again, your body giving out as you squirted all over her hand. “Yeah, baby,” Sevika said, her voice thick with satisfaction. “This little cunt knows who owns it.”

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[aikaterini-drag]

Smiles and Smooches

Summary: You get drunk and demand kisses and hugs from your boyfriend. He is more than happy to please you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader (no mention of y/n)

Warnings: no smut, takes place during tfatws, boyfriend Bucky, emotional security, fluff, kisses.

The night carried a pleasant breeze, the stars twinkling. You and Bucky sat close together under the dimmed light of a cozy booth at your favorite bar. The hum of laughter and clinking glasses surrounded you. And tonight, you were a little tipsier than usual. You had consumed two of your favorite cocktails— despite your boyfriend’s advice to take it slow. Bucky, unlike you, couldn't get drunk no matter how hard he tried, thanks to his super soldier genes. He had finished the last sips of your drink, attempting to prevent you from feeling sick later on.

Thankfully, you were feeling fine. Only slightly drunk and blissfully happy inside.

With flushed cheeks and a captivating smile, you shifted on your chair and leaned toward him.

"You know, babe," you slurred slightly, "you're like... seriously the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Bucky couldn't help but half-laugh. “I told you, you shouldn’t have ordered that second drink, sweets. You’re drunk.”

“I’m fine.” You hiccuped and hugged his arm. “It’s not my fault you’re superman.”

“Super-soldier,” he corrected with another half laugh.

“Tsk… is the same. You’re my strong, virile man. And I love you!”

He grinned and gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "And you're the best thing that's ever happened to me.”

You beamed at him, your fingers tracing patterns on his bionic hand. "No, I love you more! Seriously, you're, like, super super cute. I mean, like, cuter than, like, a basket of puppies."

He chuckled at your comparison. “What an adorable declaration of love.”

“You’re adorable.” Your breath ghosted over his lips. “My adorable James. My Bucky.”

He smiled and kissed across your forehead. “Well, that’s debatable. I have the most adorable girl in the world right here with me."

Your cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of pink. "Can I have a hug? Please? You give the best hugs."

Who was he to deny you? He eagerly wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close. You melted into his embrace, your head resting on his chest, your fingers playing with the fabric of his shirt. You popped a button and he chuckled and gripped your hands gently.

“No funny business, sweets.”

You pouted. “Want to kiss you. Everywhere.”

He kneaded your hair. “We’re in a bar full of people.”

“Then let’s go home,” you said as your mouth trailed a path of warmth along his unshaven jawline.

“I’m not letting you drink ever again. You get turned into a little kiss monster.”

You giggled. “Your kiss monster.”

“Mine. Always.” He hummed, his voice a warm murmur.

“Take me home, sarge.”

“Home it is, my sweet.”

After taking care of the bill, he held you up, his arms wounding around you to steady you. You still felt a little tipsy but you were also so happy and warm, holding him close, inhaling his fresh masculine scent. Holding you protectively against him, he led the way to the apartment you shared.

As they walked, he glanced at you. “Why did you drink so much, sweets? You dislike it.”

You sighed and clutched his arm. “I’m just sad you’re going on another mission. I don’t want you to be hurt. I meant to have one drink but… I lost control a bit, I guess.”

Bucky stopped and cupped your flushed face. “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll be fine. You know I’ve got this.”

“So what if you’re good at it? Does that mean you have to risk your life without concerns?” Tears welled up in your eyes. “What if something happens to you?”

Exhaling, he drew you into a tight embrace. “I’ll be careful, I promise. You know I’ll always come back to you.”

You nestled into his arms, suppressing a sob. “I just hate seeing you go into danger again.”

“I know, sweetheart. But it’s what I do. And I do it to protect people like you, people I care about,” he said, pressing gentle kisses on your moist cheeks. “Don’t cry. I’ll be counting the minutes until I can come back to you.”

“Promise?” You gazed up at him, searching his ocean eyes for reassurance.

“I promise.”

“My Bucky,” you said, caressing his face. “I love you,” you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

He held you tighter, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Love you too, more than words can express, sweets.”

With his arms wrapped around you, you stayed there for a while, holding each other, kissing lazily. His lips brushed against yours repeatedly, his tongue coaxing your mouth apart and slipping inside. He consumed you, with his touches and his warmth, until there was nothing left but his warm gentle touches and the assurance that everything would be alright.

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Random Chase Davenport Headcanons

a/n i havent seen the series in the a rlly long time also idk if there is any demand for this or lab rats in general but im gonna write anyway :P

ps: i might write more of these idk yet

hes really scared of heights

collects and restores vintage tech/ videogames

leaves rlly long reviews in letterboxd (no one reads them)

bc of his super intelligence he's really good at predicting the stock market (has a very diverse porfolio)

secretly likes sitcoms (eg tbbt and community) but tells everyone tv is frivolous

he like to watch telenovelas

he reads fanfiction and eventually writes some bc he thinks he can do it better (he does)

he likes to keep true to his training schedule and stuff but really likes traveling and learning about other cultures from experiencing it first hand and speaks the language of wtv country hes in

avoids caffeine bc he had a redbull once and was up for hours (it prolly messed w his bionics like in ep 1 with the bell)

he didnt like the iron man trilogy bc it reminded him too much of Mr. Davenport

he took the bar exam just bc he could but he doesnt really use it, more just for bragging rights

he is sooo nosy and gossipy hes basically a teenage girl

doesnt really drink anything other than water and like diet coke on special occasions

has go bags hidden ~everywhere~

dyed his hair black once (eveyone made fun of him so he never changed his hair again)

tries to use modern slang and references but is rlly bad at them

bree made him watch all the pitch perfect movies w her and he pretended to not like them but he loved them

he doesn't like driving but he especially doesn't like driving with other people in the car

he wear sunscreen every day bc he's scared of skin cancer

he sends texts in grammatically correct sentences

he doesn't like to drink but when he does its like rlly fruity drinks

he tried to pick up skateboarding once but fell and hurt his knee and didn't do it ever again

[vxtanne31]

As The Night Crawls

Part 2

Part 1 can be found in the link below

Sevika/Reader (nickname Cannon)

Made a Part 2 because of requests

Warnings: MEN AND MINORS DNI 18+, Oral (r!receiving,Sev receiving), fingering, Strap (r!receiving) F/F

It had been a week since that fateful night. Probably the best sex you had ever had. Both of you spent that night fucking until Sevika made you both go to bed. You had a job to do the next day and needed rest.

You both avoided showing any affection in public. Sevika was uncomfortable with the idea of anyone knowing she was fucking her work partner.

You and Sevika continued the routine of working for Silco and sitting at the Last Drop to gamble. You were in your usual spot in a chair next to her, nursing a drink and people watching. In between round of cards you would chat with Sevika and the men. You tried to keep things as normal looking as possible.

However, the tension between you and Sevika was thick. Work had been so busy that you and Sevika kept getting interrupted every time you tried to be intimate. It had become a constant frustration. Sometimes when no one was looking, Sevika would pull you into a dark corner and kiss you. The kisses were always hot and heavy, both of you groping every inch of flesh you could find. You never dared let Silco find you.

You were lost in thought when Veronica came up behind you and placed a kiss to your cheek. “Miss me? I was wondering if you wanted to meet me outside…”

You and this girl had once shared some fun in the alley next to the bar. However, a certain tall bionic woman was clenching her jaw as she tried to focus on her cards. Sevika’s grey eyes flickered to Veronica and then back to her cards, feigning disinterest.

“Not tonight, I have a late night job to do,” you took a cigarillo from Sevika’s case and lit one, not bothering to turn to Veronica.

Veronica tutted and began to massage your shoulders, “poor Cannon. Having to work so hard all the time for Silco. I can help release some tension.” Her hands wandered down to move over your chest.

You bit your bottom lip to contain your chuckle. Little did she know that your late night job would be Sevika. After a week of sitting with the sexual tension, you wanted more.

Sevika’s eyes wandered to where Veronica was touching you. She sucked in a breath through her nose, her patience with Veronica waning. She reached under the table and placed her mechanical hand on your knee. No one could see due to her red cloak. It was her only way of showing affection, or in this case, possession, in public.

You couldn’t lie that you were interested in seeing how Sevika would deal with her jealousy. You were, however, concerned about how Veronica would handle it. It wouldn’t be fair.

You gently removed Veronica’s hands from your body “Not now Veronica,” you lit the cigarillo and inhaled the smoke. O

Veronica stiffened at the obvious rejection. “Fine, enjoy being alone,” she huffed and walked away. She walked back to her friends who tried to console her. Didn’t seem to work because, Veronica ran out of the bar with her face in her hands.

Sevika’s eyes darted to yours for a split second, her mouth quirking to a smirk. “Think you just broke her heart.”

Your eyes followed Veronica as she ran out of the bar in tears. “I told her it was never gonna be serious.” You shrugged and took a drag of the cigarillo.

Sevika’s mechanical hand traveled up your leg and gently squeezed the flesh of your inner thigh before letting go. She went back to focusing on her game.

After another hour you were getting bored. You tipped your head back and took the rest of your drink down in one gulp. “Okay you degenerates, I’m going home.”

Before you got up you reached down and gave Sevika’s knee a squeeze. She flicked her eyes over to you briefly and recognized the look you gave her. She looked back at her cards and gave a curt nod, letting you know she understood.

You walked home alone, the streets still crowded with folks of the Undercity. As you placed your key in the keyhole to unlock it, you were met with someone placing their hand around your waist and pulling you against their body, trapping one of your arms between you and them.The familiar scent of cigar smoke, motor oil and sweat hit you.

“You must have walked quick,” you smirked as Sevika’s nose grazed the side of your exposed neck. You shivered as she inhaled your scent and placed a kiss at your pulse point.

“Open the door,” Sevika whispered, her hot breath making your body shudder. She ground her hips into your ass.

You turned the knob with your free hand and pushed the door open. Sevika wasted no time and walked forward, pushing you in along with her.

You laughed and let her take control, knowing it’s what Sevika wanted at this point. She pushed you towards the kitchen counter and made you turn around. You hopped on to sit so she could move between your legs.

Sevika kissed you feverishly, her hands moving and over your strong thighs and gripping.

“I’ve been waiting to fuck you all week,” Sevika rasped between kisses. She moved her hand up and unzipped your black leather vest, moving your tank top up to palm your breast with her flesh hand.

You arched to her touch. “I get it. I was about to pull you into the bathroom at the bar and eat your pussy in one of the stalls.”

Sevika groaned at your dirty words. “Plenty of time for all that tonight,” she brought her lips back to yours, her tongue sliding expertly into your mouth. She pulled your legs higher to wrap around her waist. You locked your legs around her as she lifted you off the counter to carry you to your room.

“Fucking hell you’re heavy,” Sevika grunted as she walked over to your bed and set you down on it.

You scoffed and untangled your limbs from Sevika’s waist, laying on the bed like she wanted. “Yeah well can’t be a wafer when my job is to beat people up.”

Sevika shook her head and kneeled in front of the bed. She took one of your legs and propped your foot on her knee to unlace your combat boot. “If I dropped you in the water you’d sink to the bottom.”

“Oh please, you probably got at least twenty pounds on me,” you rolled your eyes and helped Sevika take your boots off.

Sevika snorted as she finished with the other boot and moved to unbuckle your belt. “Twenty? Try thirty,” she pulled the belt from the loops,the leather making a resounding ‘crack’ and threw it on the floor.

“Hell no, you’ve seen me lift. Definitely only twenty and I’m being generous.” You lifted your hips for Sevika to shimmy off your pants and underwear. You pulled your remaining tank top over your head before Sevika could rip another.

Sevika smirked and shook her head as she toed off her own boots. “Man, you love to argue.” She pulled at her belt and started shedding her own clothes. “Have you forgotten this?” She waves her mechanical hand. “Weighs a bit more than your flesh and bone.” She wiggled her fingers for dramatics.

You rolled your eyes and sat up, unashamed of your nudity. “That doesn’t count.”

Sevika mimicked your eye roll and pushed you down with a large hand. She unbuckled her cropped vest and threw it somewhere in the room. “What did suggest last time? Sit on your face to shut you up?” Sevika unzipped her fly and pulled her underwear and pants down in one.

You stared up at Sevika completely naked before you. “Well hop on then,” you curled your finger, motioning her towards you.

Sevika crawled onto the bed and bent down to kiss you. The kiss was surprisingly tender, especially since both of you had been frantic. Her thigh slid in between your legs, her hips moving to grind against you. Sevika groaned softly as her flesh hand explored the soft skin of your torso. She parted her lips from yours to stare down at you, her eyes hazy and soft.

You looked up at Sevika, reading the slightly vulnerable expression. You reached out a hand and cupped her cheek, pulling her in for another kiss. You poured your affection for her into it, running your fingers over her back, moving to grope her larger chest.

Sevika melted into your embrace, starved for touch. She moved her lips from your neck to your nipple, sucking the pierced bud into her mouth. She wanted to taste you, touch you, inhale the scent of your skin.

You submitted to her embrace, knowing it is what Sevika desired. You let her explore your body, writhing to the sensation her mouth and hands brought to you.

Sevika felt your body relax underneath her and smiled against your nipple. She moved to kiss in between the valley of your breasts, her steel eyes flashing up to meet yours. Her heart jumped when she saw your green eyes staring back at her. Her head swam with feelings, making her heart pound violently. Was she about to have a heart attack? She removed her mouth from your skin and in haled through her nose and exhaled from her mouth. She didn’t know whether she wanted to kiss you or run away.

You could see Sevika’s shoulder’s tense like she was going to bolt, her eyes mildly panicked. “Hey, hey,” you ran your calloused hand over her flesh bicep and then over her back. “It’s okay, just breathe.”

Sevika shook her head furiously to bring her back to reality. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” She kept taking deep breaths, moving to rest her head on your chest.

You continued to rub Sevika’s back soothingly, feeling her body start to relax in your embrace.

Sevika hated to admit that the mere scent of your skin comforted her. She felt embarrassed by the betrayal of her own body.

You pulled Sevika’s head up to meet her eyes. It was the most vulnerable you had ever seen her. You leaned in and kissed Sevika softly.

Sevika began to snap out of her self-sabotaging thoughts as soon as you kissed her again. Her weight fully on top of you as she melted into your embrace. She let you flip her over onto her back, your bodies still pressed against one another.

You came up for air, your lips still centimeters apart. “Let me take care of you Sevika,” you whispered and trailed your mouth to her neck, kissing and nipping gently, moving her hair out of the way for better access. You found the spot that made her groan and grind against you. Your thigh in between her legs ground against her pussy, the wetness becoming more apparent. You wanted her ready, aching for you.

Your mouth kissed down to her chest, mimicking her actions earlier and taking a dark nipple into your mouth. Her other breast was heavy on your palm as you groped her.

Sevika grasped the sheet underneath her as she watched you explore her body. You knew exactly what she needed, you adjusted to help her feel at ease. Sevika had never felt so…taken care of.

You kissed down Sevika’s toned stomach, your hands caressing her sides. “Move back,” you commanded softly.

Sevika sat up and moved further back on the bed. You took another pillow and put t behind her so she was comfortable. Sevika licked her lips, watching you settle in between her legs once more. Your mouth was inches away from her sex.

Your eyes met with her’s as your tongue swiped up the seam of her pussy to her clit. Sevika shuddered and closed her eyes in pleasure. She was met with a harsh smack to her thigh.

“Eyes on me Sevika, I want you to watch me as I make you cum.”

Sevika didn’t know if she was more turned on by the way you said her full name or the vulgarity of your words. She grasped the back of your head and pushed you down to her aching cunt.

You went to work, listening to Sevika’s commands of ‘put your tongue in me,’ or ‘a little to the left,’ and ‘suck my clit.’ You wanted to give her all she wanted and deserved. She took so much crap from everyone, she deserved someone who wanted to give.

Sevika rolled her hips with your mouth, her metal hand cradling the back of your head as she propped herself up with the other. She wasn’t very vocal during sex, only letting out a few groans and grunts. She let her head fall back when you did something that felt really good.

At some point you had closed your eyes, reveling in her taste, your hand wandering up to grasp her breast. Sevika tugged your hair, making you open on eye to look at her.

“Eyes back on me. You wanted to see me cum. Fuck- I’m close.”

Your other eye slowly opened to meet Sevika’s. Her admission in combination with her taste was making you so wet.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming ah!“ her words came out in gasps as she stared down at you. She kept a firm grip on the back of your head, her body tensing and shuddering as the orgasm rolled through her.

Your face became covered in her wetness, thighs squeezing around your head, almost suffocating you. You sucked on her clit to ride out her orgasm until she tugged on your hair to get you to stop.

You rested your head on her thick thigh, the air returning to your lungs. You felt her reach down with her flesh hand and run her fingers through your loose hair. The affection of the touch was not lost on you. You traced your index finger over her inner thigh, making little patterns over her skin.

This was the most intimate sex Sevika had experienced in a long while. She watched you relax under her touch, your thick locks threaded in her fingers. Eventually, she tugged your hair to get your attention.

“I brought something,” Sevika reached down and took something from a bag you didn’t realize she had brought in. Inside was a large, purple dildo and strap.

You couldn’t help but wince a bit. “I’m assuming you want to fuck me with that?”

Sevika nodded and watched as you sat up on your knees. “I think you’d like it.”

“I-uh, haven’t been on the receiving end of that for a long time.” You rubbed the back of your neck, averting your eyes.

Sevika tilted her head in curiosity. “Have you ever been strapped? Or was it a man?”

You pursed your lips. “I had sex with a man twice. Both times felt physically okay but I realized I didn’t like men pretty quick.”

Sevika sat up and scooted closer to you, gripping your chin to look at her. “Don’t be embarrassed.” She leaned in to kiss you, tasting herself on your tongue. The kiss became heated, your body reacting to her touch. Sevika broke the kiss and moved her lips to graze the shell of your ear. “I’ll be gentle. But if you’re not comfortable, we don’t have to do it.”

You could tell that Sevika really wanted to try. You bit your bottom lip. There was nothing gentle about Sevika. “Okay.”

Sevika pulled her head back to meet your eyes “okay?”

You sighed and nodded, “okay I’ll try it. Just go easy, I need to walk tomorrow.”

Sevika sat up and pulled her legs through the strap pulling it up to her waist. “Lie back,” she commanded as she tightened the straps.

You looked down at the object now covering Sevika’s sex. Even though you preferred looking at her pussy, It was oddly erotic on her. The purple phallus looked intimidating, jutting out in front of you at eye level. You stared at it warily as you complied with Sevika’s request and relaxed back on the bed.

Sevika sensed your tension as she approached between your legs. This was the first time she saw you stripped of your cockiness, unsure and nervous of giving Sevika such control.

Sevika felt her impatience rise to the surface and had to swallow it back down. She wanted to pull you roughly and shove her cock into you. But this was you she was dealing with. You weren’t like the other women she had been with.

“Get on your hands and knees.” Sevika pulled at your hip, deciding to switch it up.

You hesitated again and Sevika pulled you up to bring her lips to yours in a reassuring kiss. Once she felt your body relax, she pulled away. “Trust me pretty girl.”

You nodded and turned around, blushing as Sevika ran her hand over your back and to your firm ass. Sevika reached her fingers down to your entrance, inserting two to see how ready you were. You gasped as her thick fingers easily pushed into you. “You’re so wet. This all from eating my pussy?” Sevika smirked and pumped them a few times.

You moaned, Sevika’s filthy words turning you on even more than her fingers. “I love making women cum.” This earned you her fingers being removed and a harsh slap on the ass. You yelped and turned to glare at her. “Ow! what the fuck!?”

Sevika glared back. “I’m the only woman you’re gonna make cum from now on.”

You rose an eyebrow, “jealous much?” You countered and turned your head back forward

Wrong thing to say. Sevika grasped your hair and hauled you up against her chest, her metal hand trapping you to her. “I’m possessive, and you, doll face, are mine.” Despite the roughness of her actions, she placed a tender kiss to your cheek. “Nod that you understand.”

You didn’t even want to argue. You nodded and Sevika let go of your hair pushing you to back down to brace yourself on the bed.

She pressed the tip to your entrance and grasped your shoulder for support. “Just relax into it.”

“Easy for you to say.”

You took a deep inhale of breath as you felt the tip prod you. You bit your bottom lip and tried to relax your body as much as possible as Sevika pushed in. There was a slight burning as she made it halfway. Then, without warning, Sevika shoved herself fully in. “AH! What the seven hells?!” You turned back to sneer at her.

Sevika pulled back out and thrust back in. “Shut up and give it a few minutes, it will feel good.” Sevika’s eyes were filled with a crazed lust. She really did enjoy using the strap.

You looked away, knowing you wouldn’t back out now and breathed through the discomfort. You felt Sevika’s pelvis hit your ass, forming a tempo as she thrusted in and out. The burning started to turn to pleasure and you pushed yourself back against her.

Sevika noticed you starting to enjoy yourself. “Thats it baby girl, take my fucking cock.”

Your eyebrows almost rose to your hairline at Sevika calling the strap her ‘cock’ but you said nothing. You let yourself get lost in the feeling, enjoying the feel of Sevika gripping your waist as she picked up her pace even faster.

“Sev you feel so fucking good!” You encouraged her, moving along with her thrusts. Her fingers dug into your hips in a bruising force.

Sevika could feel her clit twitch behind the strap as she fucked you with it. She pulled out and flipped you over, leaning into your body to thrust back into you. She grabbed under your knee to push your leg out further. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she slapped her hips against you. Sevika leaned down to give you a sloppy kiss, her body coiling tight. “I wanna see you cum all over me baby.”

“Ah fuck Sev!” You moaned against her lips, gripping her hair hard. It felt really good but you needed more. You moved down to rub your clit but Sevika pulled your hand away and replaced it with her own, her thumb applying the correct pressure.

Sevika’s rhythm was faltering as she held herself above you, her circles on your clit getting sloppy. “Ah! Cum for me baby, let me hear you pretty girl.”

You came at Sevika’s words, crying out her name and arching into her. Sevika fucked you through your orgasm, letting out a string of curses as she shuddered and held the strap deep inside of you, her pelvis pressed against you.

Sevika collapsed, arms going weak, still shaking and panting from the come down. She kissed your breasts as she buried her face against them.

You let Sevika relax against you, running your fingers through her hair soothingly, her hair dampened by sweat. “Man you’re tired for someone who spends hours in the gym.”

Sevika huffed against your breast. “I would tell you to shut up. But I know you won’t.” Sevika didn’t move, enjoying your attention to her scalp.

“Take that thing off and sit on my face. I told you that is the only way to shut me up.”

“Will you give me a minute woman? I just came.” Sevika groaned and shifted her hips.

Your fingers froze in Sevika’s hair. “Wait you came? How?”

Sevika pulled out of you slowly making you hiss. She rolled over next to you in the bed and pulled the strap off her hips, throwing it to the floor. “Come here beautiful” Sevika pulled your head to crook of her flesh arm, your body flush to her side. “For your information, I can cum just by fucking someone with the strap. I love it.”

“Really? Never knew that was a thing.”

You kissed the side of her breast and ran your fingers along her chiseled abdomen.

Sevika took your wandering hand in her mechanical fingers and guided it to her core. “Feel for yourself,” she let your middle and ring finger wander through her sopping folds, her breath going heavy again at your touch. She turned her face so her nose brushed against yours, lips inches from touching. “Don’t doubt my stamina girl. You’ve heard what they’ve said about me at Babbette’s. I’m insatiable.” Sevika brought her mouth to yours in another heated kiss.

You moved your fingers gently, avoiding her twitching clit. You inserted two of your fingers into her, pumping them in and out. You broke the kiss and stared into here beautiful eyes, hooded from pleasure. “And you’ve heard what they said about me.” You pumped your fingers in and out faster.

Sevika shifted her hips towards your body as you fucked her with your fingers, her body moving to your touch. She removed your hands and moved to straddle your face, her body facing your lower half.

“This is a great fucking view,” You smiled and slapped Sevika’s ass as she was bending forward to reach your sex. The sound reverberated through the room.

Sevika stopped her decent and turned to look at you, her upper lip curling into a sneer. “You think you’re funny girl?”

“Hilarious actually,” you shrugged and lifted your head to take a long lick at her sex.

Sevika rolled her eyes and shook her head, turning back to spread your legs. “you’re a little brat,” she said hotly against your wet pussy.

“And you’re a bitch,” you clapped back and attacked her clit with your mouth, sucking on it harshly.

Sevika squeezed her eyes shut at the onslaught and went to pay the same attention to your sex, her skilled mouth delving into your folds.

You both worked tirelessly, both arching and grinding against each other’s mouths. It was almost as if both of you competed to see who could make the other one cum first.

You were nearing the edge when you saw Sevika’s mechanical hand clench the sheets, a familiar tearing sound echoed the room. Sevika was fighting for her life to hold off before you. You were not about to lose to her. You moved to Sevika’s puffy clit and sucked hard, gripping her thick thighs in a bruising hold.

“Ah shit Cannon I’m gonna-“

Sevika snapped, her clit not withstanding your assault. She sat up with her weight on your face as she came, grinding against you, body convulsing.

You were completely under Sevika, her weight against your head. You sucked her clit through her orgasm, letting her use you for her pleasure.

Sevika tried to catch her breath as she came down from the high. Only then did she feel the sharp slaps to her thigh. Sevika hurriedly lifted her hips from your face.

You took a ragged gasp of air. You were a second away from passing out from lack of oxygen. Your vision had darkened around the edges. Every breath felt as though a gift.

Sevika moved away, genuine concern etched into her face as she watched you catch your breath. Sevika hesitantly reached out, her flesh hand moving to rub center of your chest. “Breathe girl. Are you all right?”

You stared at the ceiling and ran a hand through your sweat damp hair. “Yeah, I mean if that was the way I died, would’ve died happy.”

The thought of you being gone from the world made Sevika expel a ragged breath. She moved to lay down next to you, staring up at the ceiling. A comfortable silence befell you both.

You could tell something was on Sevika’s mind. You turned on your side to look at her, resting your head on your hand. “You ok?”

Sev said nothing, she reached down over the bed and found her cigarette holder. She lit one and handed it to you, lighting one for herself. “Mind if I stay here tonight?”

The question was so straightforward, no BS or emotion, just as if she asked you about the weather. “Yeah stay as long as you want Sev. Gotta change the sheets though. You tore through these.”

Sevika shrugged and took a deep inhale of her cigarillo, blowing the smoke out to the air. “I’ll buy you a new set.”

You shrugged back and stared up at the ceiling. You could feel Sevika’s walls climb back up around her as she laid there quiet. She showed you a vulnerability during sex that she wasn’t comfortable with. You took another inhale and sighed, sitting up to go get the fresh sheets.

You felt a cold metal hand wrap around your wrist. “I meant what I said.” She pulled you to lay back down, her eyes still focused on the crack in the ceiling.

“When you said what exactly?”

Sevika’s jaw clenched, “that you’re not going to fuck anyone but me from now on.”

You were silent for a moment and swallowed, “does that same rule apply to you or will you still be frequenting the brothels?”

Sevika gave you a brief side eye and took another drag and exhale before responding. “I haven’t been to Babette’s since I fucked you.”

You quirked your eyebrow and turned your body, lying on your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows. “You must really like me then.”

Sevika turned her head to look at you, studying your face “I do. Is that a problem?” She moved a strand of hair from your eyes.

Sevika’s eyes bore into you, as if searching for something. “No problem at all. I like you just as much.”

“So we agree? Only me from now on?” Sevika’s stare was unwavering.

You pursed your lips. “Have you ever been in a monogamous relationship Sev?” You sat up and leaned against the headboard, taking another drag before getting an ashtray and putting it in between you two.

Sevika didn’t like where the conversation was turning. “Not for a long time.”

“What happened?”

Sevika was quiet for a moment and flicked her cigarillo’s ash onto the ashtray. “She couldn’t be loyal.”

You tilted your head and took a drag. “How did two you meet?”

“She worked at Babette’s.”

“Well there’s your first problem-“ you started but Sevika gave you a glower that would turn anyone’s insides cold.

“Don’t you think I don’t know that?”

“Well you obviously didn’t at the time.” You shrugged.

“Forget it.” Sevika put out her cigarillo quickly and was about to get off the bed.

You grabbed her wrist. “No no shit I’m sorry Sev. I’m an asshole. I’m really sorry.”

“I’m trying to be serious with you for a moment and you can’t stop giving me wise-ass remarks.” Sevika gritted but didn’t throw your hand away from her.

You put out your cigarillo and sat up on your knees. “I-I’m sorry. I do want this, okay? I want you.” You sighed and looked down and away. “I am new to this too. You were my friend for these two years. And now you’re something more. I need to learn how to be more gentle.”

Sevika sat there silent, watching you grapple with your emotions in front of her. She gave you the space to continue.

You removed your hand from her wrist but held her hand in both of yours. “I’ve only ever really been on my own and- and I guess I use my sarcasm to deflect serious situations. I’m sorry.”

Sevika took her hand from your grasp to grip your chin, tilting your head up. “Look at me.”

You couldn’t, memories of your parents who mistreated you, people who took advantage of you and heartache you endured rushed to the surface. Years of unshed tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

“Cannon, look at me.”

You sucked in air through your nose and let out a shaky breath, repeating the process three times before looking at her. Even though you had stopped the tears, your eyes still head the glassy appearance.

Sevika’s eyes softened when she saw how close you were to breaking down. She loosened her grip on your chin and moved to cup your cheek. “I’m not easy either. I’m just as fucked up too. This could end with both of us even more fucked up than we already are. But-“ she closed her eyes took in a deep breath. “But I’m sick of watching you with other women. I want you, for myself.”

Your lip quirked in a shaky smile that didn’t reach your eyes. “Guess you really didn’t like seeing that girl paw at me earlier.”

“Cannon shut up, yes or no?”

It was your turn to search Sevika’s eyes for a moment, letting her words sink in. Sevika wanted you, and you wanted her. Why were you being so stupid? Why were you making her wait for an answer?

“Yes.”

……………………..

Please let me know if you guys want more with these two!!!

[pushing500]

The Sightstealer Saga: Part 3

Place your bets, everybody! Will the horrors of the void triumph, or will the strength and certainty of steel be enough to bring them down??

Poor Jut. I hope someone described the battle to him as they watched it. I should really make him some bionic eyes or something...

The sightstealers are using their favourite tactic—a good old-fashioned war of attrition—to try and take down the mechanoids. It looks like we'll still end up having to fight them all off... unless...?

Well, we wanted to see the nociosphere in action anyway. Now is as good a time as any.

The nociosphere made quick work of the mechanoids and the sightstealers... and the rhinos, lions, iguanas, ostriches...

... And it also fucked up our lovely hotel bar (and two out of three Imperial visitors who had been huddling inside it, with Liskos there only getting away at the veeeery end because the nociosphere decided to warp back into our holding cell and wait for Alistair to chain it up again).

Phew! It looks like the horrors of the void won in the end, just not quite in the way we were anticipating. Good job, nociosphere!

And, uh... sorry to the several species it wiped off the map tile. It's for the greater good and all that. You understand.

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[howlingday]

Cinder: AAAGH! I'M SCARED~!

Jaune: (Girlish scream)

Cinder: JAUNE, HOLD ME! JAUNE, HOLD ME~!

Cinder Fall WINS~!

Cinder: YES, MAAAAAAAM~!

Mercury: And you panicked.

Cinder: NO, I KNOW YOU AIN'T TALKIN' YOU DUMB FUCK! WHAT WAS THAT?!

Mercury: I gave you a bar to use as you see fit, and you panicked.

Cinder: You used three bars, did nothing, and died!

Mercury: I gifted you half a bar... and you panicked.

Cinder: You're wearing skinny jeans over your fucking bionic gun legs! Did you once think about your outfit?!

Mercury: I didn't make the damn things; Watts was the one who told me to wear this!

Mercury: There's only one way to deal with Cinders...

Salem: HELLO, WEAKLINGS~!

Cinder: Not my trauma!

Cinder: Oh my dust, Salem!

Cinder: WHO YOU CALLING WEAKLING?!

[supernaturalthoughtsworld]

Captian America Wants You

Imagine you are a barista at a local coffee shop in New York. Sam Wilson is a regular and sees you as a sweet person who makes delicious cold brew. He wants his buddy, Bucky, to get out more and ask you out on a date.

*Fluff mostly, but if you want more or have a request, my inbox is open. *

"Hey Sam, the usual?" you ask, already knowing what he'll say. "Yup, just the black coffee", he responds cheerfully. "Right on it", you say. Turning around, facing the espresso machine to begin your work. You hear the door chime indicating that a new customer has arrived. "Hello, I'll be right with you", you call out over your shoulder. "It's okay, he's with me", Sam responds. You turn around with curiosity and watch as a man with a bionic arm joins Sam at the coffee bar. The man smiles, or at least you think it was a smile, and you can feel your cheeks turning bright red. Once again, turn around to continue your work. From behind you, you can hear whispers and what seems to be words of encouragement. " Come on, just ask her." and "She's cute, right?" All seemingly coming from Sam, the man he was with was nearly inaudible.

"Here you go. One black coffee coming right at you", you break the whispered conversation. "Thank you, sweetie", Sam smiles. You look over at the man and notice how, despite the intense eye contact, he is beautiful with wild, frosty blue eyes. "What can I get you?" you ask.. You could tell he was turning a shade of red that was obvious on his skin. "Uh... whatever you recommend", he says. Sam nudges him and clears his throat as if a plan had not gone as expected. "Okay, I can get you an iced americano", you suggest. "That would be great", he tries to smile, but it seems slightly uncomfortable. "Right on it", you quickly turn around to make the drink before you say something you'll regret. Your heart quickens as you hear the whispers begin."She likes you, trust me", Sam says. "It's obvious she doesn't," the man replies. There was a brief moment of silence that made you almost turn around. "Hey (y/n), what are you doing after your shift?" Sam asks. You do not dare turn around. "Well, I usually take a volunteer shift at the dog shelter", you respond. You can't see the looks on their faces, but after a while, you turn to face the two gobsmacked men. "Why", you ask. The man with the arm looks guilty at the floor like he was just caught doing something he wasn't supposed to. "This is my friend Bucky, and he would like to ask you something", Sam says, elbowing his friend on the side. "Uh... would you like to... uh... go out sometime?" he finally musters out. At this point, he isn't even trying to hold any sort of eye contact. "Hold that thought", you say. Grabbing Bucky's drink from the back counter, and placing it right in front of him. "How about you take me out for some coffee that I didn't make myself?" You laugh to cut the tension. Sam joins in and soon so does Bucky. You can tell he looks more relaxed. "I can do that", he smiles as he takes a sip.

[catenary-chad]

Stex characters and what plants I think they’d like

Choo choos (and Porter): 300+ year old ancient ones like horsetails, clubmosses, and early trees, especially when heavily compressed, AKA COAL

Greaseball: the plastic kind

Electra: I’m torn between something weird and unintuitive but deceptively easy like orchids or airplants, or being one of those intense African violet/general gesneriad fans who preach about how actually cool and deceptively easy they are.  I can see them being great at keeping bizarre mutant versions of “fussy Grandma plants” like gloxinias alive despite rarely touching grass.

COACHES

Pearl: String of Pearls is an obvious one.  Probably cute pink/purple succulents in general.  

Dinah: anything edible.  From normal herbs and veggies to pereskioid cacti.  

Buffy: anything produced via atomic gardening.  She sticks props and seedlings in repurposed food containers.

Ashley: wants to believe the plants praised for air filtering abilities actually work.  Leans into her very 70s interior design preferences anyways.  

Carrie: I think she’s fascinated by the logistics of plant smuggling more than anything

Belle (OLC)- Cast iron plant, VERY durable, very old school, very low light. Can also see poppies (wizard of oz lol) or roses. 

Tassita: plants are quiet enough in general, I don’t think he has a preference

Belle (Bar)- still patiently waiting for her agave to grow enough to make tequila… it’s gonna be a while

Belle(Wembley)- balloon flowers and campanulas in general.  No strong reasons besides aesthetics and vibes

FREIGHT

Dustin- anything called a “living rock”.  I think he’d be very good at keeping even the too-hardy-for-their-own-good ones alive

Flat-Top- dandelions.  Any kind of sidewalk crack weeds.  He will defend their honor with his life.

Rockies/Hoppers- Sempervivums.  There’s lots of them and they come in many colors and grow in rock gardens.  

Caboose- Castor bean plant.  Anything horribly toxic you’re allowed to just casually grow.

Slick- corn, maybe sunflowers.  Yellow oil-bearing plants.  Also probably plastic plants in general

Lumber- oh come on isn’t it obvious?

Hydra- BIONIC.  DUCKWEED.  maybe aquatic plants in general.

COMPONENTS

Volta- cold hardy cacti because she’s vaguely associated with the southwest US.  If they can’t survive the winter, they are not worthy.  

Joule- anything that looks like it has teeth.  Can’t keep any of them alive.

Krupp- caudex plants that are dormant half the year.  All meticulously labelled.  He still loves them when they look like lumps.  

Purse- Silver dollar vine.  High value dischidia and hoyas, which he sells snip snips of to enthusiasts under the table

Wrench- Aloes

Killerwatt- stripey things like zebra plants and tradescantia

NATIONALS

Shinkansen- I’ll go with astrophytum cacti because they’re specifically popular in Japan.  Also the obvious cherry blossoms.  

Ruhrgold- I feel like Germany is disproportionately into “jungle cacti” like rhipsalis and epiphyllums.  All meticulously labelled because that was a consistant theme at botanical gardens there.  

British engine- anything that flowers in fall or winter.  Christmas/Easter cacti that flower out of season.  Better late than never.  Maybe English ivy.  

Bobo- likes autumn leaves because they’re ORANGE.  Any brightass orange flowers in general

Coco- coconut trees because they bonk people on the head and fucking kill them 

Expresso- Tomato plants and olive trees. 

Turnov- Conifers, taiga trees and plants in general

(Not into Wembley enough to have stuff for their champion engines)

[feralferrule]

Saturday’s Child, chapter 2

Word count: 4200-ish

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Fic overview: Bad Batch modern AU. Echo/OC this is part of the Hunter and the Librarian universe by @clonethirstingisreal in which the Batch brothers live together, raising Omega.

OC Althea is a university student with a medical delivery job. Echo is a combat veteran who volunteers at the VA hospital where they meet.

Warnings: some mild fantasizing and voyeurism, some sexually suggestive dialogue but only if you reallly read between the lines, you know? Mentions of body differences, amputated limbs, disability. A touch of unnamed mental health issues. Teeny tiny bit of swearing. Super tame so far

Notes: I’m calling Echo’s amputated limbs his arm and legs in narration. There are differences in opinion on what to refer to an amputated limb by in clinical and in casual conversation. Echo will have his own opinion and that will be a conversation in a future chapter. I want to be as sensitive to amputees and to veterans’ trauma as I can in this fic since it takes place in our normal world.

So there’s all sorts of head cannons over exactly what kind of limb differences Echo has. I’m going with bilateral through the knee amputation using the Mazet technique which he had to have after his below the knee amputations from the field needed revision. (IED explosion injury) This would give him the limb shape, mechanical knees and muscle functionality similar to what we see in the show. Basically, he has a full length femur on both sides and functional hip muscles. This is a rare approach for amputation and I’m not completely sure why, but it seems like more people would benefit from TKA amputation than get the chance to. He also is amputated above the elbow on his right. He has a variety of prosthetics for running, walking, everyday arm and hand needs and for athletic and weight training.

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Omega’s excited chattering carried up to Tech as he left his room and made his way down the stairs. Half way down he was able to hear her more clearly.

“She showed me how to do everything for free. I don't have to buy a thing and definitely not one of those expensive kits. She’s going to come over Sunday and see the final results. Oh hey, Tech, I was just telling them about Allie.” Tech raised his eyebrows and straightened his glasses, looking around at the guys. “It was Tech’s idea for her to come to our Super Bowl party.”

Hunter, Wrecker and Echo were in the kitchen and Omega had all her craft supplies spread out across the big dining table. She was gluing pieces of foam together. Tech looked at Echo who seemed somewhat disinterested and a little unsure about the collection of junk and craft supplies falling off the kitchen table.

“Well I’m going to take a shower next,” announced Wrecker.

Hunter's hair was towel dry and hung in damp coils. “Do you think Allie will be coming with a parent or on her own?” he asked both Omega and Tech.

Omega seemed confused and opened her mouth to answer.

“Omega, your glue is spilling out and about to run onto the floor,” Tech interjected before Omega could divulge more details.

“Oh woops,” Omega picked up the glue bottle and Echo handed her a paper towel.

“I’m going to go for a run, blow off steam,” said Echo, eying the glue. As Wrecker helped Omega he went to a closet by the back door and pulled out his running blades. He sat on the floor and swapped out his regular walking legs for the blades. Then changed his hybrid bionic arm with its fingers and harness for his exercise arm with the clamp for weights and bars at the end. “Tech would you be able to see why my left knee wants to bend too quickly? It’s been giving me grief today.”

“I would be happy to,” said Tech taking the leg and looking at the joint. “I’ll plug it into my desktop and run a diagnostic.”

“Thank you.” Echo left out the back door and they could hear the tap tap tap of his blades across the deck and down its ramp to the driveway side of the house.

Tech turned around, bringing the prosthetic to the table. Hunter was picking up a stack of foam pieces that fell on the floor. “Meg, why don’t you get something to put this all in, it can’t stay here taking up the table,” Hunter said.

“Can I set the card table up in my room and make it in there?”

“Yeah that’s a better idea.”

The sound of the shower and Wrecker humming a tune carried from the downstairs bathroom. Tech set the prosthetic down on the table as Omega gathered everything up and ran it upstairs.

“Hunter, what was Omega just telling you about the woman we met at the store?”

“Woman? Allie is an adult?”

“Yes and her name is Althea. I have reason to believe that she is the very Althea that Echo is smitten with. When we got home I looked up the logo on her uniform and it is a medical courier company.”

A bemused look spread on Hunter’s face and he shook his head. “And you invited her over? Sounds like something out of Omega’s playbook. She’s drawn you into her ways,” he chuckled.

Tech cracks a smile, “If it is indeed her I didn’t want to get Echo’s hopes up. I was going to have Omega keep her visit a surprise.”

“Well I think Echo and Wrecker both assumed she’s a kid named Allie like I did. But yeah let’s just let it go for now, she might not even be the same person. And- if she does show up it could be because she likes you.” Hunter raised an eyebrow.

“That -had not occurred to me.” Tech said bringing his hand up to his chin and rubbing his stubble.

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

Echo raised his arms above his head as the endorphins washed through him. He’d slowed to a walk to cool down after running a few laps around the block and park nearby. He walked up the driveway around to the back of the house and up the ramp to the back deck. He was feeling a lot better and his cycling thoughts and insecurities had subsided. He picked up the little bowl for the stray cat that comes around off the table by the grill and took it inside, setting it in the sink to wash after he got cleaned up.

Tech came downstairs with his leg, having heard him enter and shuffle around.

“I have adjusted your knee and I think you will feel an improvement in its performance.”

“Thanks Tech, appreciate it,” Echo said as he took the leg from him. He really did appreciate Tech, usually guys had to make an appointment with the prosthetists and sometimes leave the prosthetic with them. Echo knew he was lucky to have Tech who had hacked the prosthetic’s code to be able to work on it. He grabbed his other leg where it was in the closet and took them into the downstairs bathroom to begin his shower routine.

This bathroom had a large walk-in shower with a glass front and door. There was a shower head way up high for Wrecker and a hand held shower head in a mounting lower on the wall and grab bars set where Echo could reach them while on a shower chair. The stall was still wet from Wrecker’s shower but he had not used the chair and put it back in so it was dry. Echo set his walking legs next to the shower door along with a towel, stripped out of his sweaty workout clothes and stuffed them in a hamper. He sat on the shower chair and removed his running blades and peeled the Setting them aside, he then worked on his arm and pulled the arm prosthesis and liner off and added them to the collection of legs. He turned on the shower and held it away from himself till the water ran warm. He took a little longer in the shower than usual, letting the angst and frustration of the day melt away.

After his shower he put his prosthetics back on and wrapped his towel around his waist. He pulled a meal he’d prepped the day before out of the fridge. He considered what he’d write in the note to Althea as it warmed up in the microwave. He washed the cat’s bowl, filled it with catfood and set it out back. It was really cold now, the cat wasn’t out there waiting like she usually would be. He worried a little for her.

After scarfing his food and washing up he set about looking for some paper to write the note. He found an old spiral notebook with crunched corners and some linty post it notes. These weren’t anything very nice to give to Althea, so he decided to go upstairs to ask Omega. The stairs were a lot easier to climb than last time thanks to Tech’s expertise with his knee. He stoped in his room and threw on some shorts and a t shirt, then went and knocked on Omega’s door.

“Come in!” She piped, turning down her music she was playing.

Echo opened her door and leaned in. She had all the craft supplies spread out across their card table and her floor. A tablet of Tech’s was propped up and a video of someone assembling a model was playing on it with the volume turned down. The pop music that she liked was playing on a portable speaker he recognized as being Wrecker’s.

“Hi Echo! Do you feel better after your run?”

“Yeah a lot better, thanks. So how’s this all going?” He waved his prosthetic hand at the craft explosion.

“Great, I’ve got the base done and went out and found these little sticks, they’ll be trees.”

“Do you need any help with any of it?”

“Well, later I might need you to hold the taller pieces while I fit it all together, but not right now.”

“Ok just let me know. Hey do you have any, like, blank cards or stationary?”

She stopped her glueing, “Ummm… oh yeah, here.” She went over to her desk drawer and pulled out a pack of notecards. She handed them to Echo, “these don’t say anything inside, and I have thank you cards too.”

Echo filed through the pack,“Blank is what I need.” The cards were all different. Some had animals, some flowers, rainbows and other cute little drawings.

“What's it for?” Omega asked.

“There’s… someone at work I want to give a card to,” he said, trying to decide which card would be appropriate.

“A girl?” asked Omega, picking up on his smidge of awkwardness.

He glanced at her then down at the cards again. “Well yeah. I want to give her my phone number but don’t want to just put it on a sticky note.”

Omega’s eyes lit up with delight at helping her brother with some social engineering. She stood up and took the cards. “Do you know if she likes cats or dogs?”

“No,” he said slowly.

“Ok let’s not use one of those. These are kind of babyish,” Omega started setting the cards she determined to be inappropriate down on the desk. “How about flowers or a sun?”

Echo liked the sun card and it gave him an idea. “I’ll take this one,” he said, pulling it out of the stack Omega had fanned out in her hands.

“Don’t forget the envelope.”

“Thanks, Meg,” Echo said.

“No problem, good luck!” She turned back to her project leaving the cards on her desk.

Echo took the card to his room. He pulled a book off of one of his shelves and found a pen. He sat on his bed with the book as a lap desk and wrote a short note in the card with his cell number then tucked the card into the envelope. Closing his eyes he imagined kissing her as he licked the envelope’s glue. He sealed it down, smoothing the envelope with his fingers, wondering if she felt as soft as she looked. He sighed and set the card down on his nightstand. The amber bottles of pills rattled in his nightstands drawer as he pulled it out. He threw his night time meds in his mouth with a swig of the water bottle he keeps by his bed. It wasn’t very late and he could hear the tv downstairs so he went down to spend time with whoever was watching. But mainly to keep his mind off getting his hopes up and to distract it from spiraling into dark thoughts about his lack of worth.

*********

Althea hustled across the hospital lobby. The service entrance she usually used was still blocked off for repairs so she had parked on the other side of the building. This meant it took more time for deliveries at the VA which she thought she factored into her schedule, but she still seemed to be running late.

Echo rounded a corner with an elderly patient in a wheelchair heading for the transport vans in front of the hospital.

“You should have seen us. None of my guys had ever been outside of their little farm towns and now they were surrounded by the deepest darkest jungle you ever saw.” Echo listened to the man recollect from his service days, but he stopped paying attention. Althea was just across the way and coming closer. He could tell she was headed for an exit out back and who knows when he’d see her again. He told himself now or never.

“Sir, can I step away for a moment? There’s someone I need to talk to over there.”

“Well ok, son, just don’t be too long, I need to catch that shuttle,” the man said crankily. Echo parked him next to a wall and set the brake on the chair. Then he made a beeline for Althea who was bringing her phone up to her ear. She had a short conversation that ended with her saying “hello, hello?” She ended the call.

“The signal back here is really bad,” Echo said.

She looked up quickly and smiled nervously as he approached, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. He was already quite close to her. He had an expectant expression and rubbed at the back of his neck with his hand.

“I am sorry that I was such a jerk on Monday, I-“

Her phone buzzed and she glanced at it as the call dropped again. She looked back up at him and gave him a kind expression. He seemed to be more anxious.

“I won’t keep you from your work, I just wanted to give you this.” He handed her a small envelope, which she took and looked back up at him questioningly. Her phone buzzed again, a text this time. “Have- have a good day,” Echo said in a rush and went back to his patient who had been watching the interaction with interest. She

She tucked his note away in her jacket’s inside pocket as the old veteran craned his neck to look at her while Echo pushed him toward the front exit of the hospital. She hurried out to the back to get a better signal and call dispatch back since that’s what the text said to do.

**********

Althea got home and kicked off her shoes and set her lunch bag down on her little kitchen counter. Her place was a tiny studio converted from a detached garage. It had a little kitchen and bathroom with a tub. The entry door was just off the deck that wrapped around the main house where the landlord lived. A privacy fence wrapped around the property. It felt safe and cozy and like better times- she’d lived here before when she first went to college.

She was mentally worn out from all the bad traffic that day and just wanted to veg out instead of study. She decided to do some laundry and wash her work clothes so she changed into sweats and went through her pockets. Oh yeah- the little card Echo gave me, she thought. She’d totally forgotten about it with how stressful the afternoon had been. She set the jacket in the laundry bushel, sat on her little couch with the card and had a look at it.

It was smaller than a cellphone. The envelope was yellow and it felt like it was sealed with care. She reached over to her work table for the scissors she left there and used them as a letter opener instead of ripping into the thing like it was a bill. The card inside had an illustration of a sun on it. She opened it and saw a short note and a phone number:

“You make my days brighter. I hope I can brighten yours, too. There’s a Super Bowl party at my house this weekend if you’d like to come over, or we can get that coffee.

-Echo”

She sat there feeling overwhelmed with how sweet this was and how all his awkwardness really was just him liking her. She felt her heart flutter a little and pictured his face, the beanie he always wore, the way he carried himself. His voice. Her guarded heart felt totally vulnerable suddenly. She took a deep breath and looked at the sun on the card. Golden like Echo’s fascinating eyes. She took the card over to her dresser and set it on top with all her special keepsakes and crystals and little feathers and sea glass. Her crow’s nest of shiny objects. It felt like it belonged there, no one had ever written her anything like that before. She decided she’d text him later when she found the words. Picking up the bushel she headed outside to the laundry room off the breezeway behind her studio.

********

It was between classes and Althea sat in the cold sunshine sipping a coffee trying to snap out of her fatigue. She had stayed up really late studying for one class’s test and reviewing material before another’s lecture. And there was a lab she had to work on. It was one of those days when it all piles up. She’d not had a chance to decide what she would text Echo so after her test she got out her phone and opened the photo app. She’d taken a picture of the inside of the card and a picture of it displayed on her dresser. She dialed in the number in the text app and started typing what she hoped didn’t sound too silly or eager or cringy.

Hi Echo it’s Althea🙂

Thank you for the card, I really like it. It is so sweet of you. And thank you for the invite but I already made plans this Sunday

She read it a few times, took a deep breath and hit send. Why was this so hard? It was about time for her lecture class so she went in to pick a seat. Half way through, her phone buzzed. She peaked at it and saw it was Echo.

Hi Althea😃 That’s ok, no worries

She checked her phone again after class and there weren’t any new messages so she texted him back.

How about that coffee?

He texted right back this time

Yeah let me know when you get your schedule and we can coordinate

Ok🙂 bye gotta go to work now

She looked at her calendar on her phone and saw that there weren’t any big assignments or tests next week so she decided that she'd let Echo know that her evenings were pretty free. Just later- she had to get going and couldn’t spend any more time on her phone. She pocketed her phone and hoped Echo didn’t feel bad, but had to throw her uniform on to pick up a late run to a fairly remote location and back to a large hospital lab across town. Some sort of refrigerated sample had to get there quickly.

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

Echo let the conversation go and slid his blades’s sockets onto his legs to head out for a run to clear his head. He’d checked his phone a million times since he’d given her the note. Althea seemed sweet but his mind wouldn’t stop telling him that she was just being nice and wasn't going to follow up with him. He knew that it was just his demons talking but he needed to pound some pavement to really drown them out. Hunter and Crosshair could tell he was extra bothered by something and exchanged a concerned look before Cross left for work.

******

It was Friday. Even though she never really had a weekend because she used them to study and she picked up delivery routes, she still felt a little more relaxed. She had just finished an equipment delivery to the VA’s orthopedic department and was pushing the empty hand cart down a hall and out to the lobby when she saw Echo. He was crouched down giving a child in a wheelchair a high five. The kid was beaming and clearly thought Echo was so cool. Althea felt like she could melt from the confident and caring manner Echo was treating that little boy. She didn’t want to interrupt them so she went around the long way past the cafe. She could hear Echo’s strong deep voice over the other noises around her.

“You’re doing great, keep up the good work. I’ll see you back here when your leg arrives and help you get fitted.”

He exchanged some words a little quieter with the boy’s parents shaking their hands. She was thinking about approaching him as the family made to leave when she heard her name behind her. It was Kix. He introduced himself last time she’d seen him there, a former corpsman now a paramedic. He was fit and handsome and seemed to know it.

“Hey, Althea, how’re you doing?” Kix asks, looking her up and down.

“Oh you know, busy with work and school.” She starts to step away with her cart.

He reaches out and lightly grasps her arm, letting it linger there. “Hey I was wondering if you wanted to go to a Super Bowl party. My brother’s going too, he’s a firefighter.”

Althea could tell he thought that would be impressive. She pulled away from his touch glancing over at Echo. She couldn’t tell but it looked like he was turning his head away from looking at her. “Oh wow you boys are all so brave.” She smiled at Kix and quickly added, “I have a prior engagement for Super Bowl, sorry.”

Kix plays off her rejection, “Yeah it’s late in the game I should have asked you earlier.”

Her work device buzzed in her hand and she took the opportunity to smile apologeticly and say, “Gotta go, have a good weekend.” She turns fully around looking for Echo in the spot he’d been standing with the family, but he was gone.

**********

Echo saw Trace as he stomped out of the hospital to go home. Trace looked at him with concern, taking in the sour aura radiating off his friend. Echo looked down at him and heaved a sigh. He noticed Trace’s arm was out of the sling and he was wheeling himself around on his own.

“That bad?” asked Trace.

Echo glanced over to the ambulance parked outside of the ER. “How can I compete with that?”

Trace followed Echo’s line of sight and saw another paramedic clap Kix on the shoulder as they walked over to the ambulance holding paper coffee cups. “Compete? You mean with Kix- oooooh. What’d he do? He after your girl?”

“Seems so,” Echo said bitterly. “Had his hands on her, telling her about his firefighter brother,” he added, rolling his eyes.

Trace’s eyes widened and he looked down shaking his head, “Dude.” He couldn’t help but chuckle, “Ah man I'm sorry, I remember you telling me about them. So did she seem to like him?”

“I didn’t stick around to find out. The worst part was he invited her out for Super Bowl, and he’s supposed to come to my place for it.”

Trace shook his head, laughing, “Sheeeeit, mang that’s- I don’t know, that’s awkward as hell, man. But she’s already busy, right? They won’t be showing up with her. Look, Echo, hey,” he wheeled closer and reached up to tap Echo’s elbow. “Turn off the thoughts, go for a run.”

“Yeah you're right,” Echo said as he rubbed his temple with his fingers.

“I gotta go in for PT, but I’ll see you Sunday, probably before halftime.”

“Alright, see you when you get there,” Echo said stepping away. He paused, “Trace?”

Trace stopped wheeling and spun around a little, “Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

Trace nodded and turned to head into the hospital. Echo squinted in the afternoon light and decided running and a harder workout were in order today.

*******

The sun was low in the sky that afternoon as she drove to her last delivery at a dialysis center near the craft store and library. Friday rush hour was in full swing. As she made her way down the boulevard that bordered the neighborhood with the library she saw someone jogging on prosthetic blades. He was facing away from her wearing a ball cap that had the bill curved down on the sides. And he was across the wide busy street. She couldn’t make out his face but could tell he also had a prosthetic arm on his right side. Is that Echo?? she wondered.

She made the delivery and decided to cut through the neighborhood to end her day quicker and avoid the heavy traffic on the main roads.

As she slowed down for a stop next to a park with play equipment and noticed someone hanging from the horizontal bars. Doing chin ups. With one arm- no with two but one was black and technical-looking, ending in a fitting that was clamped to the horizontal bar. And he was wearing running blades. She slowed down to stop at a stop sign. It’s definitely Echo she realized and idled at the intersection staring. His muscles rippled through his tight, sweat soaked compression shirt and bike shorts. Ohhhh. He’s very fit, she noticed, her eyes trailing from his shoulders to his tight butt and thighs- Someone honked behind her and she jumped then drove away hoping he didn’t notice her.

That night at home the loneliness started to bother her. The relief of being on her own had been wearing off over time and she was starting to feel very isolated. She had her study group but hadn’t made much connection with any of them beyond superficial friendship. They were all super busy as well. And younger- enough to feel less of a camaraderie with them. People on her route came and went. Is this just how it’s going to be? Super busy with school, work then more school, more work, a career, work work work, always going going? Everyone doing the same, just busy busy busy like a bee hive all buzzing around past each other?

She picked up the sun card Echo gave her and opened it. She ran a finger over the ink inside and read the words again. Was Echo lonely, too? She doubted it since he seemed to have connections and community at the VA and he probably lived with other people. She got ready for bed and instead of her usual doom scrolling she just stared at the little sun card and thought about Echo, his body strong, if broken, holding her. She thought about taking care of him, helping him, texting him, but what would she say? She didn’t really know him. Her mind was yelling about fear and promises of love that hid selfishness and meanness. She put the card under her pillow, set her alarm, snuggled an extra pillow and tried to sleep.

@adamime

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Teaser: Danger- C.B

Synopsis: Choi Beomgyu is a South Korean spy in a cyberpunk era where South Korea has imposed Prohibition across the entire country. One night out in NeoTokyo, while trying to gather information, Beomgyu meets a girl as mysterious as himself. Falling in love while on duty is a dangerous thing, especially when it’s with someone who has as many secrets as he does. 

Notes: I'll try to finish it till the end of January while I'm still on break from college. (Lemme know if you want to be tagged).

Also, if you're a minor or you don't like reading smut, I suggest skipping the teaser. It's sfw but the fic won't be!!

[...]

Beomgyu felt a bang to his head, instantly regretting not obeying the mysterious voice. He couldn’t see anything and had no idea where he was going to, but by the way his body was moving—making sharp curves at a high speed— he assumed he was on a slide heading to the speakeasy bar,  “Aaaaahhh!”, he shouted, his deep voice echoing through the metallic tube, “How did I end up here?”, he asked to himself. 

Choi Beomgyu ended up in a turbulent, dark slide beneath a milk shop in NeoTokyo, with a fake identity and a mission to investigate clandestin bars because he was a spy for the South Korean government. 6 years ago, in 2127, the South Korean president decided to ban alcohol consumption, under the pretext of providing a longer and healthier life for the citizens. But the actual truth was, the president was a clever player, th alcohol producers, including artisans and industrials, had been gaining more and more political influence. Fearing losing his power to them, the president implemented the Prohibition, and it didn’t happen only in Korea, but also in one of its main allies, Japan. Together, they launched an anti-alcohol campaign across all Asia. Industries were closed and liters of alcohol were burned in public places, even so, illegal bars and shops still existed, that’s where Beomgyu’s job came in— locating, investigating and commanding the destruction of those places, as well as arresting those who kept them running, was the role of the army and its advanced reconnaissance squads. 

According to his contacts in Japan, the milk shop was only a front for a clandestin bar and the Japanese spies couldn’t infiltrate ‘cause all their IDs were marked by the criminals. But Beomgyu was Korean, young, had a charming smile and incredible persuasion skills, including his cute pout in extreme cases. That’s why he was there.

He wished he hadn't complained about the slide because when he reached the end, he fell into a ball pit that, instead of colorful balls, it had purple and cyan cubes with a jelly consistency to cushion the fall. He was submerged among the cubes, which glowed in a neon bright, “Biotech”, he taught, before moving to the surface and breathing deeply. 

Around the ball pit was the supposed bar, decorated in neon tones of purple, green, blue, and pink. The walls were made of metal, giving the place an industrial vibe. On the ceiling, there were black and blue light lamps and tubes in which a yellow fluorescent liquid flowed through. Electronic music played from the speakers, and he could feel the bass vibration on his chest. People danced nonchalantly on the dancefloor, holding different laboratory glassware containing neon liquids in various colors— it was a true underground rave. “Clandestin, but not amateur”, he thought.

He left the ball pit and moved through the crowd, cautiously scanning the place: there were no cameras, no guards, no doors or even a single window, the place seemed to have been designed to prevent any sort of invasion. For a spy— like Beomgyu was— that place was a trap, in which he was completely locked in. He leaned over the counter, and there was a bartender with a bionic arm on the other side, “How can I help you tonight, sir?” “Beer. Cold”, he said, “Right away”, the man went to the kitchen, leaving Beomgyu alone. He sat on the bar stool, still alert, his fingers drummed against the counter while he tried to architect an escaping plan in his head, but still seemed impossible, he definitely couldn’t crawl the slide up and it had no perspective of getting out of that place. The same man from before came back with his beer, “Your drink, sir” “Thank you”, the drink had a radioactive chic look, glowing fluorescent pink and served in a chemistry glassware, a Beaker. Beomgyu grabbed the container and looked at it with suspicion, “Is this thing radioactive?”, he said loud enough to catch the attention of a woman sitting a few stools away, “Relax, you won’t die. At least not of that”, she said in a playful tone.

He looked toward the sweet voice coming from his right, the woman seemed young, not like a teenager, but like a mature woman in her mid 20s. She had an octopus tattooed on her right hand, and he was almost certain that her arms— exposed by a black tank top— were stronger than his. Besides that, she had dark short hair styled in an undercut, with locks dyed in blue, pink and green that glowed under the black and blue lights. She was a badass, that was for sure, maybe even an outcast. “Are you sure?”, he asked, his face relaxing for the first time since he stepped into that place, “Yes, beer is my go-to in this place”, she said before drinking the glowing blue drink that was in a round bottom flask. 

Beomgyu adjusted himself on the barstool, turning toward her. "So, do you come here often?, she smirked, “You like asking questions, don't you...", she left room for him to say his name, "Beomgyu. Chen Beomgyu".

[...]

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Masterlist

[mothica-mothica]

Halo reach survival au bc yes

Tw: severe injuries, suicidal ideation, nightmares, grief.

Oh hey look I'm not posting about sonic the hedgehog? Whaaaatt

Anyway here we go

Carter

You know how the pelican exploded? Yeah I gave him hearing damage. He has hearing aids.

His face was covered by his arms, but he does have scarring on his neck from being kersploded.

Just to make it more depressing, his normal calm and collected attitude is an actual farce.

He lives in constant agony. Mental and physical.

"Its all falling apart. "

He's a bartender during the night.

Six and Kat are regulars.

He lives with Kat and jun.

He turns his hearing aids down when there's an argument between the ex members of Noble. He doesn't break up the issues anymore.

He's learned ASL.

Kat

Frequent nightmares.

Works from home, as a Software developer.

Her injuries were minimal.

She often stops talking in the middle of conversations. Especially with carter.

"It should've been me."

She makes a habit of drawing random devices she wants to build.

Often salvages things she finds in the dumpster.

She learned sign language for Carter because when he was still in the hospital he couldn't hear well.

Also ignores any arguments between ex members.

Jun

Works as a recruiter for the spartan IV program.

Asks Carter for advice when he doesn't know how to deal with the recruit's.

Isn't home very much, but he takes care of his fair share of rent.

He's the most mentally sound of all the members.

He wasn't hurt at all on reach, only emotionally fucked this time.

When he gets home, he likes to do mundane tasks before he inevitably collapses on his bed.

Emile

He ate liquid foods until his stomach was completely healed.

Has a large scar from the wound in question.

Had a blood transplant.

Lashes out at Jorge quite often. Once he even called him 'weak' because he couldn't come to terms with what happened.

Is the main source of team infighting.

Six beat the hell out of him in a fit of rage because he lashed out and blamed her for everyone's injuries.

He lives with six and Jorge. The three are pretty close now.

He's not trying to be antagonistic, but he wants revenge, something to punch, someone to blame. That's what he's used to.

He's yelled at carter before. But Carter just stood there and turned down his hearing aids.

Often crying in his room.

"I've lost everything...."

Jorge

Still the same gentle giant as before, big and cuddly.

Six sees him as a father figure, they’re often found curled up on the couch.

He doesn't understand why Emile won't quit antagonizing the household.

He's trying to go home. He wants to go home.

Spends a lot of time baking. Works as a baker in a coffee shop.

Often making food and dropping off where jun works.

"I wish I could sleep forever."

Six

Her heart has been replaced.

She's got a bionic arm.

She's missing a whole lung.

She works as a barista.

A frequent at the bar. She likes to bring pastries for Carter and Kat.

She's the one who breaks up the arguments now.

"I could've done better."

She likes to read, and does it quite a bit.

She stayed at the hospital even after she had recovered because she wanted to make sure everyone made it out.

When carter gets quiet, it worries her.

She knows Emile is struggling, often does some light sparring with him despite her breathing issues.

She doesn't mind curling up with Jorge anymore. It was awkward at first.

Kat enjoys her company now. It helps Kat to hear her chatting.

She feels obligated to keep contact with everyone.

[veganeggz]

You Look Lonely: Hiromi Higuruma x Reader

Entry for @slvttyplum #fruitvendorevent // Prompt: “We're dating?? Since when??” Summary: Cyberpunk-AU! Oneshot. Hiromi finds what he was scared to look for. Content Tags: sexworker!reader, masturbation mention, implied sex, mention of mental health struggles and death, and use of smoking.

10:15:01 PM.

You take a long drag of your vape, closing your eyes as you did so. The vapors rolled down your bionic-implant lungs. It didn’t even matter if it tasted cheap. You didn’t feel like running around in Watson looking for a better smoke shop. Not while the Tygers were causing chaos in the district. The fuckers knew better than to think twice about getting near Mox territory.

Your new little boyfriend drew your attention back to the holo-call. He was already flustered by the way his tires skidded. You raise a brow, a dazzling smile on your pretty face, as you watch the Corpo straighten himself out. Hiromi came to a stop, his wide, dark eyes meeting yours. He was already blushing, and that gorgeous head of hair of his was a tad out of place.

“Wait: We’re dating? Since when?” He asked. His eyes widened further as you licked your lips. An effect you continue to have on him.

“Why not, Hiromi~? You always seem to do everything ‘except fuck me.” You said with a wink. You crane your neck to show off the Doll Chip. Being a doll paid your bills. It was a job for you. You were fine as hell, and people were willing to pay for a chance to come fuck you. 

Hiromi, however, was an odd one. You recall leaving your log-in on purpose, at the net booth, for him to stumble upon your portfolio. The Corpo had been dragged to Japantown while you were out shopping, and you couldn’t help yourself. You wanted him, and the way he behaved, it was clear he wanted you.

A shared kiss outside some shitty diner.

The noises he’d make when he felt your ass grind against his crotch at the nightclub.

His eyes widening as you’d walk by wearing that see-through plastic outfit that stuck to the curves of your body.

But—He seemed to balk at the idea of going through with what he wanted. It was frustrating, the way he’d send you home in heat. You sometimes spent late nights touching yourself, imagining what it would be like to get dicked-down by Hiromi. A juicier, more realistic outcome, was to wonder if he would prefer to be the one ridden.

“That—Ugh, that doesn’t mean we’re dating. I…” He shook his head with a slight frown, creasing his handsome features. “I didn’t think you’d want to be with someone like me.”

It sounded like bullshit coming from him. You exhaled, blowing a large cloud of white smoke. Your eyes catch onto the door opening. A coworker, a fellow Mox, was just finishing her shift at Lizzie’s. You gave her a small smile to acknowledge the passerby before continuing the conversation:

“Hiromi, don’t do that. Don’t you start with that ‘You deserve better’. I don’t give a fuck about that gonk shit. I just mind my business and get my Eddz. It’s Night City for fucks sake. Look, come on…Hiro, let’s squash this, ‘alright? I’m craving sushi. Sending you deets now.”

Your eyes light up again to text Hiromi the location of that sushi bar by the harbor. Much to his little pout, you added that ‘It’s a date!’.  ..........................................................................................................................

When Hiromi showed up, your face fell. He looked better over the holo-call. He usually wore a suit fit for a defense attorney. That black and white, sleek Neo-Militaristic suit made him stand out in Watson district with the style’s luxury substance over style design motif. The charm came from his dishevelment in working long hours on court cases. Now, he was just… wearing the common, lower class style of Entropy. 

He couldn’t meet your eyes. Something happened, but he was keeping his lips shut. He slumped down next to you as he looked over the gray, artificial selection of “sushi”. You tried to close your agape maw, and offer a smile, but silence got the better of you.

“...I can’t believe you eat this.” He murmured as he hesitated to take a plate. He was getting used to being just, well, a nobody to everyone around him. It didn’t take away from the fact he was always ‘Hiromi’ to you. You bumped shoulders with him to tease.

“You’ll get used to it. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were in deep shit. You know you could call me, right?”

Hiromi rubbed his neck to hide his growing blush, “I didn’t have to. Having a Mox with me would’ve made things complicated. I’ve just been caught up in the motions after getting blacklisted.”

Fuck—He shouldn’t even be alive right now. He could’ve been zeroed, and you wouldn’t know it. It hurt, the way he was self-imposing his isolation. You grab him by the shoulder to make him look at you. Hiromi was being such a gonk. It was stupid. It was bullshit. Hiromi’s shoulders tensed up as you stared at him with tear-stung eyes.

“Are you that afraid of me, Hiromi?”

His eyes widened at the thought. He didn’t want to hurt you. He didn’t want to lose you if he could help it. If being lonely was the best outcome, then he was going to do that. But—

You give his shoulder a squeeze, “Hiromi? Is that a yes, no, maybe so?! Please, answer me—”

He leans in to cut you off with a kiss. He wanted more from you. You felt yourself close your eyes as you softly sighed against his lips. He held you close as he tilted his head, that big nose making you giggle as he clumsily bumps it against you. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, “I’ve been selfish, and cruel to leave you lonely. I want you. I do. I want you more than I was willing to admit.”

It was frustratingly impossible to remain mad with him. Not as he kissed you again and again. He scooped you up with the intent to get out of here. Hiromi had nothing but time to make up for not taking care of your shared needs and desires. One you were more than happy to take being able to taste, to feel him inside of you.

In a place like Night City, there is no future to be had. This city devours hundreds, upon thousands of souls, all of whom with names and faces forgotten about if they weren’t Legends. One thing was certain, although Hiromi had to start his life again, he had a future with you.

[nmoroder]

Ok so remember how i talked about that modern meurcliff AU where Meursault is the bartender swinging around a stool right? Here's more.

A couple of words for context: so Meursault is indeed the bartender and Ishmael is his superior and the bar's owner and also the cook in said bar. Like, you can not only order drinks but also some snacks along with it with the exception of sea food - the only ones you can get are those you don't need to cook, like dried squid and that sorta stuff (even though she's at odds with those too but tolerates them). She's also infinitely lonely and traumatized by her past experience as she lost a lot of friends and colleagues when the ship she worked at sank, leaving little survivors behind.

Sometimes she asks Meursault to sing something for her and he obeys. There's a piano in the bar and he sometimes also plays for guests but most of them note how soulless his music may sound even though he's just rehearsing what he learned. For Ishmael though, it's a refreshing thing like putting your head in the freezer and trying to calm your thoughts because they're not going anywhere simply because music feels sobering. So she does sometimes go out of her usual detachment like the first pic shows.

Of Ryoshu and Greg there's not much to say now (the AU's pretty new haha its like a draft yet) but they're basically the tattoo master plus florist pair. Not romantically though, they're pals but their shops are still next to each other. Usually their interaction is to borrow sigarettes from each other at the end of the day, but on a serious note Gregor's getting a tattoo removed at her shop - something from his good hand, a tattoo that was forced onto him in unknown circumstances but Ryoshu doesn't ask and just does what she can as a master. The first thing she suggested though was to get rid of that arm and get the second bionic one but Greg politely refused. Ryoshu by the way despite being a tattoo master has no tattoos yet - she's still in search of a perfect art piece that she can engrave upon her own skin.