#hyperventilated a but

[sxulpix]

FALL OUT BOY PLAYED BANG THE DOLDRUMS LIVE TONIGHHT IN NC IM GOUNG TO SHIT MY PANTS ill never top this on moments i witnessed in person 12 year old me would turn into a fine mist if they knew

[meattforbrains]

AAHHHH AHHHH AHHH!!!!!!1111!!

[cuntyji]

DESI JJK FANS WE WON 🙏🙏🙏‼️‼️

cr. to @/muffin_art_m on instagram (^○^)

[nori-kakyoin]

megan thee stallion wearing a bruno bucciarati inspired dress the the crunchyroll anime awards

[bearvert]

Everyone stop what you are doing. Shadow Druid Halsin dropped!

Art by the absolutely amazing baiyameng on Twitter (Or X) (I got the permission to repost the Art here by Baiyameng ♥)

[deikshen]

Shen Yuan, who opens his eyes and has just transmigrated into some strange demon deep in the Endless Abyss. Well, GREAT! He's a demon, and while he's not OP, if he behaves and doesn't mess with Binghe's women, maybe they could even be traveling companions. Cool! Incredible!!

It doesn't take long for him to find Luo Binghe in the Abyss some time later. He leaves a trail of carnage... And he's speedrunning!! Ignore the wife and solo plots, just mow down monsters and charge forward! He's awesome!

Shen Yuan tries to avoid the red flags that the stallion protagonist isn't, well, forming a harem. Maybe he would form later, when he had more power!! He's not exactly sure in which narrative arc are.

However, his days of watching Luo Binghe through the shadows are soon over. Luo Binghe catches him!! He has obviously noticed Shen Yuan following him. What does he want? Is he looking for him to kill him?

Shen Yuan ducks out a bit, but ultimately decides to impart his honed Abyss 101 knowledge from months of Wiki editing. He disguises himself as a demon who has been searching for a way out of the Abyss, and he knows that he can only do so with Xin Mo, but he knows he doesn't have enough power to wield it. So, he will tell Luo Binghe where the portal-opening sword is, if he allows him to travel by his side and accompany him when he leaves!!

... It's very easy to become travel companions after that.

Luo Binghe is suspicious (of course he would be!! After all, who wouldn't be?!) but he's nice when he's not on his monster-killing rampage. Shen Yuan kills minor monsters, but in reality, he might be getting into more trouble than he should... spiritual flora, ancient artifacts! Luo Binghe should collect them and become more stronger with them! Shen Yuan rambles a lot: he talks about flora, beasts, monsters, demonic history, he throws out fact after fact of PIDW backstories that never got fleshed out from the old demonic civilizations, banished kingdoms, people literally turned into black jade statues...

Luo Binghe seems to find it irritating that he's talking at first, but actually... It's like he can't stop looking at him afterward. Shen Yuan guesses that he must be considering getting rid of him, sometimes: Luo Binghe looks at him with an expression of dismay and doubt. It's like he's searching for something in him. Like he sees something familiar, but Shen Yuan finds it ridiculous. Bah!! As if there's something familiar about him to some random NPC in the world!

One day, after several weeks of traveling, Luo Binghe asks him: "Little Demon. Do you have a name?" And it's not like Shen Yuan has introduced himself, but he considers saying "Shen Yuan" to him not to be wrong.

After that, Luo Binghe... gets worse? He also becomes a little more talkative, which is good, they can have conversations. Shen Yuan enjoys learning little things about his favorite character: how he likes tea, what he misses most is not water or clean clothes but being able to cook with spices, his favorite food, his mother's favorite recipe, about his life on Qing Jing Peak...

That's when everything goes to hell.

A kind Shen Qingqiu? What the fuck? Luo Binghe speaks about his Shizun with more passion than he has spoken about Ning Yingying or any other person or thing. That he had had this horrible qi deviation, but right after, he had been so kind, giving him medicine, a new cultivation manual, fair training, even letting him live in the bamboo house! For the past few years, Shen Qingqiu had practically spoiled him: the best missions, all the running of the Peak, he was basically the head disciple in all but name.

That Luo Binghe had fallen in love with him. Deeply, devastatingly. And Shen Qingqiu had pushed him into the Abyss when his heritage was revealed. However, Luo Binghe will not doubt! He will leave the Abyss, return to his Shizun, and show him that his heritage does not determine who he is. He will become a righteous cultivator and will have his respect to reach his heart.

OOC! So OOC! What the fuck!? Where was the scum villain!? Why is Luo Binghe gay now!? What weird fanfic did he end up in!? Actually, Shen Yuan supposes, well. That means at least he wouldn't destroy Cang Qiong and all that. Wow. Dramatic but calm ending. A better world!! And worse for him, being a demon. Maybe Could he find a way to disguise himself as a human? He believes he has already won Luo Binghe's friendship and sympathy. Maybe he'll even help him to disguise.

Revelations are a rare thing, but Shen Yuan guesses, it's okay. They continue their travel, collecting flowers along the way (for real, not meimeis) who improve the cultivation, and occasionally fight for their lives. Shen Yuan has defended himself very well with his claws so far, but Luo Binghe teaches him how to use a sword, and it's nice to have one.

Shen Yuan has drawn a map, more or less: it is the path that must be taken to reach Xin Mo. He knows that some of those places will be more difficult than others; he explains to Binghe many times that collecting things to strengthen him is necessary: it's a waste of time for him to meet with his Shizun now, but he'll be grateful! He'll need to get strong fast!

Shen Yuan shamelessly takes advantage of all his knowledge of the plot: he teaches Luo Binghe everything he knows, all the weaknesses of the beasts, all the strengths of certain flowers or roots. However, the more Shen Yuan teaches him over the weeks of their travel together, the more Luo Binghe seems... weirder. If he looked at him too much before, now it's incredibly worse. Sometimes he even asks extremely specific questions and seems frustrated when Shen Yuan doesn't answer exactly as he expects. Once, even, when they are crossing some paths surrounded by magma and the heat is suffocating, Binghe improvises a folded fan of leaves for him, and he seems clearly aggrieved when Shen Yuan's first instinct is to fan Binghe!

Luo Binghe is a frustrating little creature who seems to be testing him. Constantly. Shen Yuan assumes it's normal, but still!! He thought he had the protagonist's confidence!! Something seems to sparkle in his eyes when Shen Yuan stops halfway to explore a forest of giant mushrooms and talks at length about the properties and, above all, about the mole-squirrels who get high off their asses biting mushrooms, and he even seems fucking frustrated when he offers some weird herbal blend similar to a bitter tea and Shen Yuan accepts it just out of politeness because it tastes awful. It's like they're running in circles!!

Still, they continue on their way.

There is still a large stretch of the map to go, which Shen Yuan translates into a few more months of travel, when they are cornered by some beasts. They're horrible, disgusting spider-beetles the size of a fucking elephant; it's an unfair fight, seven against two, and even with their swords the bugs are fast, their legs sharp, and Shen Yuan is too exhausted after hours of only being able to defeat two of them.

Luo Binghe fights majestically, but even so, there is one thing Luo Binghe cannot fight: being outnumbered. And when Shen Yuan sees the giant insect's attack at Binghe, his only instinct is to get in the way.

The insect's leg pierces through him. It doesn't quite touch Binghe, but Shen Yuan isn't even aware of the pain from the way his nerves have been ripped apart. He's stunned, disoriented, and only a moment later Luo Binghe enters that desperate berserk mode that the protagonist only got once every two hundred chapters. The horrible insects fall, and Shen Yuan doesn't even know why he's still alive.

He supposes that dying while Binghe is fighting is a bit anticlimactic. He's in a pool of his own blood and he's sure that not even the blood parasites will be able to regenerate any of it. He's dying, he knows it, and from the way Binghe drops to his knees beside him after defeating the insects and holds him, Binghe knows it too.

"It's okay," Shen Yuan manages to speak, weakly patting Binghe's face, "follow the map, leave the Abyss and meet your Shizun. I bet you'll scare him to death, but hey. You're a great boy. A very good one. Show him there's no one better than you for him."

Luo Binghe holds him. Shen Yuan is aware that there were blood parasites in his food months ago, but oh well. Nothing can be done now. It's too much.

Actually, he wants to say something else, something other than a pathetic goodbye talking about how the ex-stallion protagonist should go after his Shizun's bone, but while he recognizes that he is dying (he already died once, damn it, he recognizes death) a blue screen flashes in his head.

[ Recalculating data... Correcting recipient... Downloading files... Importing... ]

[ Bugs fixed! ]

[ Returning the Host to his main user... ]

At the exact moment Shen Yuan dies, Shen Qingqiu wakes up in Qian Cao with a gasp, suddenly touching his chest where a second ago he had felt a hole that pierced him from side to side. His head hurts, his muscles burn, and someone definitely screams in surprise because a bunch of disciples call out to Mu Qingfang and, damn, it's fucking chaos.

He's apparently been in a coma for the past eighteen long months since the Immortal Alliance Conference. A qi deviation? No one knew. It was as if he were just asleep, but nothing woke him. His vital signs were normal, low, but active. Except for Without-a-cure, there was nothing else in his spiritual veins, and Without-a-cure could not cause his current state.

Now, with a huge headache, Shen Qingqiu remembers. He remembers not only the last year and a half with Binghe in the Abyss, but his last years as Shen Qingqiu. And he remembers that, just after of pushing into the Abyss, the fucking System COLLAPSED! Damn SHITTY AI! And Shen Qingqiu believed that he was really going to deport him back to his body even if he pushed Binghe into the Abyss! ... But he hadn't. Just to a random demon's body until the system repaired itself.

The story he tells to Mu Qingfang about the qi deviation after Binghe was swallowed by the Abyss is as good as any. So, Mu Qingfang finally lets him rest until he recovers, and Shen Qingqiu accepts it.

During the Abyss, he had been... Free, somehow. He had no memory of being Shen Qingqiu, and he hadn't had to pretend to be anyone else. It had been the greatest freedom he had had since he arrived. Fuck, he has a lot to think about. How, above all, what the hell he's going to do now that, damn it, he knows Luo Binghe has somehow fallen in love with him. Fuck.

... Well, at least the other transmigrant on the scene will surely have something to say. Eighteen months in a coma! Ha! Shang Qinghua wouldn't even know what hit him.

[charleemoon]

I FEEL INSANE

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

[skitskatdacat63]

2024 Belgian Grand Prix - Mark Webber clapping for his boy (FINALLY!)

[synodicsoma]

Stan quite literally chewing his was way out of that trunk he got shoved into and left for dead ✨

[tankuare]

Ao3 just hit me with the error 503 idk how long I have

[anydaynowany]

i saw the early access listeners freaking out on tuesday and i was like “people please it can't possibly be worse than episode 7???”

...i will never doubt you guys again

[demon-at-peace]

DC + DP

Danny helped people. That was what he did. He protected others. That was his job. he ignored the little voice in his head that dreamed of visiting the stars. He did his job well. But it never ended.

"Help us," people screamed at him after they'd shot at him, and he did. They never said thank you. Not one. He helped them nonetheless.

"Help us," the ancients asked him after ignoring his place on the throne for years. After they pretended he wasn't worthy because he was still alive. (at least part of him was.)

"Help us," his friends asked as they applied to colleges. Colleges he'd dreamed of attending, colleges they promised they'd go to together. But he stayed behind, because people needed him.

"help us,' the newly dead begged, uncertain and lost. Just like him, unguided and stuck, wanting to move on. They did, moving forward. Danny remained behind tethered and lost.

"Help us," the GIW begged when the ghosts tried to declare war. Danny did, saving those who cut him open. There was peace once again. Still no one thanked him

"Help us," and Danny did. He helped. he didn't protect, he'd solved all their problems. Now he sheltered them, the little boy who dreamed of the stars stopped dreaming. Some days he'd dream. Not often.

Today was one of the few days, Danny was sitting watching, space was silent, Danny liked that. He was alone with the stars, the stars he'd reached but could never be his. Like something just out of reach on a shelf. Right there, your fingers brushing it but never close enough for you to grab it.

Danny wasn't held back by gravity but by people. By a job he never signed up for. A job he wished he could quit. Couldn't he though? wasn't it just a matter of saying no?

His thoughts were halted by the jerk of a summons. I'll say no this time, he decides. He arrives and waits there's a silence. And suddenly someone bows, others follow suit.

To him. The Ghost Boy. The fake king. The Halfa, a freak of nature. The boy who'd dreamed of the stars.

"High king phantom of the infinite realms," they began. And Danny stares. High King, he'd never been called that before, never with such respect. So he stares, at the man who looks like a wind could blow him over. With a name from the pits of hell and the magic to match it.

"Hellblazer," he whispers the name of rumors. The man startles surprised at being recognized. Danny studies them, he's waiting for them to say it. Demand it as every other has.

"We'd like to negotiate a deal," The hellblazer speaks with such confidence and Danny freezes. This isn't how it goes. This isn't how it works. People don't make deals deals, bargains, agreements, with Danny. They simply make demands of him.

"What do you want?" he asks already bored, waiting for the ridiculous request.

"Well we've tried everything," this time it's a man dressed in complete black who speaks, with a horned cowl, "But we can't defeat them so we were wondering if you could help?" he asks gruffly.

"Who?" he asks quietly.

"Darkside," the name is unfamiliar to Danny but the way the Hellblazer says it. "In return we're willing to offer a soul, or anything else you desire."

Danny stared at them in shock. A deal. They offered a deal, offering a soul for him to defeat a villain they'd tried to defeat,]. They were scared, terrified even. They ddin't tell him to help them. Didn't demand it. He didn't need a soul though.

He didn't need anything, but for once he didn't want to say no. ahe wanted something though. "A home," he speaks first, "A place to stay in this dimension," he specifies just incase.

"Thank you," the Hellblazer breaths, then holds out his hand. "Deal," he offers looking tired and relieved but a bit worried. Danny smiles wearily.

"Deal," he breathes, and magic fills the room, an oath, a binding one. "Guess I'll deal with your problem now?"

"I guess?" the hellblazer smiles and Danny leaves.

--

John doesn't know what to say, doesn't know what to do, the king is powerful, it hangs around him, heavy and soft. When he said deal though the room broke. The magic latched onto his and John didn't know what to say. It was gentle, powerful, and terrifying.

He left without a word, simply vanishing, but he was doing what he'd said, and now it was there turn. Guess he was going house shopping? "We need to fulfill our end of the-" he begans only to be interrupted.

"Done," Batman stares out the window in frustration. "It's by Fawcet so we have one hero constantly monitoring them."

"Why you don't trust him?" John asks sarcastically but the bat nods utterly deadpan..

"Besides they have the most heroes besides gotham," he says easily, "Gotham is cursed, and metropolis has too big a population to be risked."

The rest of the league doesn't argue with his logic the they look amused. "Let's just watch the fight," he grumbles seeing their expresions.

they do so without complaint and the fight is.... horrifying. the king is hardly trying, and Darkside is already down. The king stares him down with those toxic green eyes of his and smiles.

when he starts talking though is when John's blood runs cold. his voice is like ice, nothing like the whispery tone he'd taken with them, it's cruel and dark and angry.

"Help you?" he laughs, "why should I?" the king laughs. "I help people, when they ask nicely, I help people who say please and thank you," he scoffs. "Most don't."

There's a crunching of bones that makes John almost hurl. Or he would if he hadn't forgotten to eat lunch again. "Besides you should know already, I don't like killers, so have fun!" they grin as they wave and suddenly darkside is gone, all that is left is destruction. "

"Hello," the king greets them calmly and John shudders at the sight of him.

"We found a home," John says with as much confidence as he can. "Here's the address," the king smiles, it's surprisingly human.

"Thank you!" the king smiles at him as he passed and John remembers his comment about manners.

"You're welcome," he stutters as the king leaves again.

--

Danny stares at the house with wide eyes, it's large, warm and homey, in a rundown part of the city so he's less likely to be bothered. He smiles softly, until he remembers the fight.

Danny had lost his temper, but the way he said it. "Help me," an order, like he actually expected Danny to listen. Like he expected Danny to just obey. Danny was sick of that, he wanted to live. Wasn't that okay?

He didn't need to obey others, he wore a crown, a mockery of one but it's power was the same even if the title was mocking. He ruled the realms, every detizen had to obey him. He didn't use the power but still... he had the power.

Still he went overboard, he'd thrown him to the realms to be treating, certain that Frostbite would help. He finds a kept on the door, magic practically coating it, metallic and recognizable.

He smiles softly, the hellblazer wasn't who demons painted him out to be.

[chronicowboy]

god. i am nawt your strongest soldier

[buckybarnesslutshop]

Well, You’re Early

Alpha!Ceo!Bucky x Omega!Reader

CWs: SMUT, NSFW, MDNI 18+ Omegaverse, duh, breeding, nesting, Alpine mention, some teasing, the whole idea of scents, p in v, knotting, bit of cockwarming, overall kinda tame and sweet esp at the end

Nicknames used by Bucky: Omega, babygirl, baby, honey

Nicknames used by Reader: Buck, Alpha

A/N: Exam season is almost over so I cooked up a bit of self indulgence. That’s it that’s the fic. Probably not my best work but like I said this is for me so.

Summary: You wake up one morning feeling….. off. You think you’re coming down with a cold, maybe the flu, and decide to nest and rest while you wait for your Alpha to come home. But resting doesn’t go as planned, as it feels like the room suddenly gets hotter….

Bucky had already gone to work that morning by the time you woke up, something that wasn’t uncommon during the week. When you work up, you felt… off. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but you felt almost as if you were coming down with something. You wondered if you were just having some pre-heat symptoms, but it felt a bit more than that.

By the time you had made breakfast, taken a shower, and got dressed, you felt a bit more…. off. Something was definitely going on. You sighed, hoping it would be over by the time your heat started in about 5 days. Being sick on your heat was by far the worst experience a mated omega can experience short of losing their mate.

And so you started on some of the cleaning for the day, finishing the dishes from last night, vacuuming the floors, washing the sheets. You scooped Alpine’s litter and fed her breakfast. She looked at you curiously before eating it.

Fatigue started to hit you rapidly, and you decided to rebuild the nest so you would at least be cozy and content when sick. The fresh sheets were placed on the bed before you opened your closet to grab the blankets you set aside specifically for nesting. They always smelled like you and Bucky, and that was the point. You began to arrange them, fiddling the order of them here and there. You still felt rather… off, and you weren’t thinking much anymore.

You haphazardly dug through the laundry for a few of Bucky’s sweatshirts, and the ever-coveted red henley. You grabbed his blue one too. You grabbed your own sweatshirts, using them to further imbed the nest with your scents. By the time you were content, you curled up in the middle of the nest and decided to nap. Alpine padded in, jumping on the bed, and sniffing you. She gives you another look before leaving. That felt odd, you weren’t sure why she wasn’t lying with you as she normally would have, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to rest.

Less than an hour later, you woke up soaked in sweat, skin ablaze. “Must be a fever…” you muttered. You sat up abruptly, but immediately noticed the dehydration and vague feeling of dizziness. You crawled out of the next to grab water, but you barely made it out of the room before you stopped cold. There was a new sensation, of something warm, wet, and sticky running down your thigh. You panicked, immediately shoving a hand down your shorts and panties and running a finger along your slit. To your… horror? surprise?…. you felt a steady pool of slick forming. You stepped back, looking at the calendar by the bedroom door. 5 days. You weren’t due for 5 more days. What. The. Hell.

Bucky was in his office when he felt…. off. He sniffed around, thinking maybe someone new and imposing might’ve been around. There was no notable difference in the scents around the office. He continued clacking on his keyboard as his attention struggled to stay. He thought of his lovely wife back home, and decided to text her and check up on her.

He continued working, waiting for a reply, but it had been over half an hour. He assumed you were napping, until he felt heat begin to radiate from his mating mark under his button down. His brows furrowed. What was going on? It felt similar to your heat, but it wasn’t due for almost another week, and you were very regular with it. He sighed, checking his phone again. Still no reply. He got up, grabbing another cup of coffee. As he walks into his office again, though, he stops cold. He feels that sudden heat on his mark grow hotter as his skin begins to flush slightly. It’s barely noticeable, but he knows what it means. He needs to get home, now. He hoped he was wrong, because several clients were going to be pushing some events back if that were the case. His poor secretary.

You were lying in the nest, dildo in hand, trying to feel some sort of relief. Your phone was deposited somewhere on the floor with your clothes, never noticing Bucky’s text. You thrust it in and out rapidly. The air was thick, you could barely breathe, and your toy was barely doing anything. You sat up, deciding to change positions, but that didn’t help either. You decided to change again, back to your back, rubbing your clit, but nothing. You sighed, grabbing some more water. The heat rippled off of you, and the water did barely anything. You decided one last position was worth a try. You got on your knees, bending over to something akin to doggy, before reaching your arm under and thrusting the dildo in. It was your favorite way for Bucky to take you, save for a mating press, so it just had to work. And to a small degree, it was, as you hyper focused on reaching some sort of finish.

He unlocked the door, pushing it open. He got one foot in the door as the thick smell of you smacked him in the face: vanilla, peonies, and a thick layer of cherry, the biggest sign of your heat. He groaned softly to himself as he felt his cock harden. He quickly made his way inside and took his shoes and suit jacked off. He called out softly to you, but he never got a reply. His brows furrowed. He couldn’t hear anything until he made his way toward the bedroom where he heard your panting and muffled whines.

You suddenly felt the dildo pulled out of your hand, rapidly sitting up and turning, a growl making its way out of your throat before you realized who it was. You hadn’t even registered his scent, his voice calling for you when he walked in. Your eyes went wide as you whined.

“Oh babygirl…” he sighed, placing the soaked dildo on the bedside table. He grabbed the water bottle, handing it to you. You didn’t argue, sipping from it.

“Well….” he muttered, “You’re early.”

You sniffled, heat throbbing and skin burning. You looked up at him. He leaned down and kissed your forehead. You whined, grabbing at his shirt. He laughed, saying “it’s ok baby, I’ll give you what you need. But just one question for you, omega,” he said. He began to unbutton his pants, taking them off for dramatic pause. “Tell me. Is your little dildo better, or is my cock better?”You flushed, remembering how you were caught.

“You’re better, Alpha, so much better,” you said breathlessly. His shirt was now off too, joining the pile of clothes. He stepped closer to the bed, grabbing your hand, and placing it on the bulge in his boxers. You let out a breathy exhale as you palmed him lightly. You were entranced already, eyes a bit glassy, as Bucky watched you in awe. His perfect little omega.

He crawled into the nest before manhandling you to turning back around on your knees. “This what you want, ‘mega? Want me pound into you from behind? Breed you in doggy, all messy and depraved?” He teased, watching with clear view from behind as you clenched around nothing and whined. “Yes please, Alpha,” you mumbled. He gently pushed you forward onto your chest and pulled your ass up so you sat on your knees.

You wriggled your hips back into his clothed cock, whimpering and needy. The heat was only progressively getting more consuming and you needed him so bad. He chuckled, telling you to wait, as he discarded his underwear. They joined the pile of clothes imbedded in the nest.

You had heard the thwack of his heavy cock hitting his lower abdominal, and you tried to hold back a whine. “You’re so wet for me, ‘mega, so pretty. Such a pretty baby for me,” he murmured, running a thick finger up and down your slit. He could’ve sworn he saw a fresh gush come out of you. “Need prepped baby? Or are you ready?”

You turned your head to the side, and out of the pillows, before quickly nodding and saying “Ready!” You saw him smile at your eagerness.

You felt him like himself up, but instead of inserting himself, you felt him first slide the head of his cock up and down your folds. A small moan escaped each time he tapped your clit with the head of his cock as your eyes began to cloud over. You whined before grumbling out a “stop teasin’ Alpha.” He laughed quietly.

“Alright alright, my needy little omega. I’ll give you want you want now,” he said, voice gravelly and deep. He lined himself up again, slowly pushing in, and oh how the dildo never compares. Never quite gets that spot, never quite stretches you so good, and it certainly doesn’t whisper sweet little teases into your ear.

He began thrusting slowly, enjoying the soft, warm feeling of your cunt clenching around him. The sound of your breathy whimpers were like a melody, and he could smell the deeper change in your scent as it became even more cherry dominated. He began thrusting faster, gripping one metal arm on your hip and on flesh hand against your upper back, holding you down.

“Such a good omega, lettin’ me breed you all pretty ‘n’ full of my pups. Is that what you wanted, honey?” He asks, tone teasing. You whine, nodding rapidly. “Yes please! Wanna be bred, Alpha, please!” you say as your hips were pushing back to meet his. He groans at your eager movements, feeling you flutter around him.

“Alpha, Alpha, Alpha!” you chanted, eyes fluttering back. He knew you were close, if not by the chanting then by the way your cunt gripped his cock so tight. He reached around to toy softly with your clit.

“Go on, ‘mega, cum for me pretty baby,” he muttered low and thick. You let out a choked sob, the feeling of your orgasm almost built to its peak.

“Cum- cum in me please Alpha! Knot me please?” You beg, words rolling out in a ramble of desperation and need. He groaned lowly, the grip on your hip tightening. “Gonna breed you, omega, don’t you worry. Just cum on my cock like a good girl, ok?” He said, mind going almost blank at the feeling of your warm, wet cunt.

You groaned, suddenly feeling yourself about to tip over the edge. “Fuck- fuck, fuck!” You screamed, “Bucky, Alpha!” And you felt your orgasm crash in, not far off the feeling of a tsunami crashing in, and your eyes rolled back so far you were seeing white. You heard Bucky say something along the lines of “Good omega, good girl, such a good girl,” as his groans grew louder and this thrusts sloppier.

You sure as HELL felt when he moaned as he came inside you, still recovering from your own orgasm, as you felt his knot inflate. Awareness creeped back in, and so did the ability to speak, but all that came out was a soft “fuck,” amongst all of your panting.

“You ok, ‘mega?” He asked, drawing soothing circles into your back. He was still inside you, still stretching you, still filling you, but these moments are the sweetest. You nodded, murmuring a quiet “Yes, Alpha,” as a small smile spread across your face.

He slowly maneuvers you so that you’re lying on his stomach, knot still filling you, as you sighed contentedly. It wouldn’t be the last time you had his knot in you over the next few days, and for that you’re excited, but for now, you were happy just to snuggle. He dozed off with you on his chest, half asleep yourself, flesh hand still in your hair from where he was petting you softly. You never noticed Alpine make her way to the edge of the nest and curl in, but she sure was there when you woke up.

[sunlitlemonade]

what if i said "well, i didn’t ask you to be robin because i wanted someone perfect. i wanted someone who can do their best. who can learn from their mistakes. someone who makes me a better person just by being with them. so tell me… is that you, jason?” & you said "the name's robin" & i said "an honour" & then i had to hold your dead body knowing i love you so so much but apparently not enough