#thanks for reading this. and any of these. and anything I write.

[moonstruckme]

sobbed at my work today because a higher up basically shot down all my ideas to shadow another department because my reasons weren’t good enough. wanting to learn is good enough thank u. (i have like 5 pages worth of reasons btw. in mla format…). feeling better now cuz his reputation is shit apparently but if you have time, could you write something like this with maybe sirius or remus? ur choice. pls don’t be pressured to write.

on the other note ur fics always cheer me up so thank you for your service! 🫡

I'm sorry you felt so put out lovely! Hope you're feeling a bit better now, thanks for requesting <3

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 748 words

You can tell Remus knows from the moment you get home. He sits up in his chair and watches you with sad eyes as you take off your shoes. You must be radiating defeat. 

“Hi,” he says gently. “How’d it go?” 

“We’re not doing it.” 

“Any of it?” 

You shake your head, sullen. 

Your boyfriend gives you a pitying look. “Oh, lovely. Come here.” 

You’re determined not to cry while you go. Not at Remus’ sympathetic tone, or the concerned little dent between his eyebrows, or the stapled pages of bullet points you leave sitting uselessly on the floor by your bag. You breathe slow and controlled as Remus folds you into his side and ignore the heat in your sinuses. 

He kisses your cheek, rubbing it gently with his thumb. 

“What?”

“Did you have a cry earlier?” Remus murmurs. At your questioning look, he explains, “There’s a bit of makeup on your cheek.” 

Your eyes fill up quick and hot. So much for not crying. “I thought I got it all off.” Your voice comes out a jagged squeak. You bury your face in Remus’ jumper. 

“Dovey, it’s okay. It’s hardly anything.” His hand covers your nape, thumb stroking the baby hairs at the base of your head. “What happened, hm?” 

“It was so—so embarrassing,” you sniffle. The words jolt out of you in short hiccups. “He made me feel stupid for even asking. He said none of my reasons were good enough.” 

“None of them? Did he read them all?” 

“He barely looked.” 

There’s a pause, then a small bounce underneath you. You wait for your boyfriend to respond, presumably with sympathy or some thought about how you might be more persuasive on your next attempt. It takes you a handful of seconds to register that Remus is laughing. Breathy, poorly suppressed little chuckles that shake his frame beneath you. 

You sit up to look at him, bemused and maybe a little wounded. He pulls you back in with a hand on your head. 

“Sorry. God, I’m sorry.” Remus kisses your head, still snickering. “I’m just trying to picture this man—you said he was in his forties, yeah? So a man nearly twice your age, needing to put down the low-ranking employees at his work just to make himself feel big.” 

You frown at him. “What do you mean?” 

“I just…” Remus’ tongue pokes into his cheek, a sure sign that he’s trying to keep a much larger grin at bay. “He’s so clearly jealous of you.” 

You feel your eyebrows shoot up. You sit up again, and this time Remus lets you, his hand dropping to your hip. “Of me,” you repeat. You tend to consider your boyfriend rather insightful for a man, but you think he may have finally lost it. 

“Don’t look at me like that.” Remus squeezes your side. His look softens. “I just don’t think your boss’ actions really speak to someone who’s secure and happy with himself, or with his life. He’s a rank above you at a job he’s worked far longer than you have. Meanwhile, you’re younger, and tenacious, and you clearly have all these great ideas. It seems to me like he’s threatened by you.” 

“Oh,” you murmur. “That’s quite sad, actually.” 

“Didn’t you say he was a bellend?” 

Your lips twitch. “I said my coworker said he was a bellend.” 

“Mm, even so. I can’t muster up very much sympathy for him.” Remus kisses the corner of your lips that had moved. “He made my girl cry, so.” 

Your amusement shrivels at the memory. “It really was embarrassing,” you say quietly. Remus looks into your eyes, his own warm and sweet as honey. “I mostly cried in the bathroom, but some people saw.” 

Remus wipes the dampness from your lashes with the tip of his finger. His hand coasts down the slope of your neck to your shoulder and back up again, soothing. “Everyone there knows your boss is an arse,” he tells you. “More importantly, they know you’re smart and that you work hard. I’m sure they riddled out what happened, sweetheart.” 

You press your lips together to keep from crying again. Remus tsks. 

“Even if this bloke is threatened by how good you are, you’re still all those things. It’ll pay off.” 

“You don’t have to say that,” you whisper. 

“I don’t,” Remus agrees. “It will, though. Not every boss you have will be as dense as this one, lovely. It’ll pay off eventually.”

[deansbeer]

hi!!! i had this idea in my head for a long time now, and wanted to ask if u could write ben (soldier boy) and reader being on vacation and they booked a house or smth with jacuzzi there and they end up having sex in there in the middle of the night hehe

thank u in advance!!💞

of course, sweet baby <3 thank you sooo much for sending this in! i love writing and being a slut for peepaw ☺️☺️

warnings 𓏵 ‎ ‎ ‎‎smut | jacuzzi sex | light exhibitionism |unprotected sex (use the damn rubber) | dirty talk | rough sex | mentions of implied voyeurism | semi-public sex (outdoors) | semi-public sex | dom!ben | riding (cowgirl position) | strong language.

the cabin was supposed to be a break—a week away from the chaos, the noise, the bullshit that seemed to follow both of you like a storm cloud. ben had booked it on a whim, grumbling about how even he needed a fucking vacation sometimes, and for once, you didn’t argue. the idea of spending a week in the woods, far from the madness of the city and the constant stress, sounded like heaven.

the place was perfect. small and cozy, tucked deep into the outskirts of town where the roads turned to dirt and the trees seemed to swallow the sky. the cabin had everything you needed: a fireplace, a kitchen stocked with basics, a soft bed that smelled like cedar, and best of all—a jacuzzi on the back deck, overlooking the stretch of forest that went on forever.

by the time the third night rolled around, you’d fallen into a lazy rhythm. mornings spent tangled in bed, afternoons hiking trails or lounging on the deck with beers or tequila in hand, evenings cooking together in the tiny kitchen. ben had been... softer, in his own way. still gruff, still full of snark and sarcasm, but quieter. less tense. you caught him smiling more, the kind of smile that wasn’t for show—real and unguarded, reserved just for you.

you were sprawled on the couch, flipping through some old novel you’d found on the shelf, when he came back from the kitchen with two more beers. he handed you one without a word, leaning against the armrest with that lazy confidence that always made your chest tighten. he was shirtless, the soft glow of the fire highlighting every ridge of muscle, the scars that mapped his body like a story you’d memorized.

“what’re you reading?” he asked, his voice low and rough, the faintest edge of curiosity in it.

“just some old thriller,” you said, holding up the book. “it’s not great, but it’s something.”

he grunted, taking a swig of his beer before his eyes slid toward the glass door leading to the deck. the jacuzzi was out there, bubbling quietly in the dark.

“you ever fuck in a hot tub?” he asked, casual as anything, like he was asking about the weather.

your head snapped up, heat flooding your cheeks. “what?”

“you heard me.” his lips curved into a smirk, that cocky, infuriating smirk that always made your stomach flip. “you ever fuck in a hot tub? ‘cause if not, we’re about to change that.”

“are you serious?” you asked, but you were already setting your book aside, heart pounding as he grabbed your hand and pulled you to your feet.

“dead serious, sweetheart,” he said, dragging you toward the door. “been thinkin’ about it since we got here. figured tonight’s as good a night as any.”

the cool night air hit your skin as soon as you stepped outside, a sharp contrast to the warmth of the cabin. the forest was alive with the sounds of crickets and the occasional rustle of leaves, the kind of quiet that wasn’t really quiet at all. the jacuzzi was already steaming, the water glowing faintly from the built-in lights beneath the surface.

“strip,” he ordered, his voice dropping into that commanding tone that sent a shiver down your spine.

you gave him a look, half amused, half exasperated. “You could at least ask nicely.”

“i could,” he agreed, stepping closer, his hands finding your waist. “but you like it when i don’t, don’t you?”

you didn’t answer, but the way your breath hitched when his fingers slid under your shirt was answer enough. he peeled it off in one smooth motion, his eyes darkening as they roamed over your bare skin.

“fuck, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” he muttered, his hands already tugging at your shorts. “gonna ruin you tonight, baby. make sure you never forget this trip.”

the words sent a rush of heat through you, and by the time you were both naked, the cool air didn’t matter anymore. he climbed into the jacuzzi first, sinking into the water with a groan that was almost obscene.

“c’mon,” he said, holding out a hand. “don’t make me wait, doll.”

you followed, sliding into the water until you were straddling his lap, the heat of the jacuzzi doing nothing to cool the fire building between you. his hands found your hips, pulling you closer until you could feel him, hard and ready beneath you.

“you’re fucking insane,” you murmured, but your voice was breathless, your body already aching for him.

“you love it,” he shot back, his lips brushing against your ear. “love how i can’t get enough of you. love how i make you feel.”

he kissed you then, rough and hungry, his hands roaming over your back, your ass, pulling you against him like he couldn’t stand even an inch of space between you. the water sloshed around you as he shifted, lining himself up and sinking into you with one smooth thrust.

“fuuuuck,” he groaned, his head falling back against the edge of the tub. “tight as ever, baby. you feel so goddamn good.”

you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as you adjusted to the stretch, the heat of him inside you. the combination of the hot water and the way he filled you was overwhelming in the best way, your body already trembling as you started to move.

he let you set the pace at first, his hands gripping your hips as you rocked against him, slow and steady. but it didn’t last long. soldier boy was never one to let you stay in control for too long.

“that’s cute,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery as he grabbed your ass, pulling you down harder. “but you know i can’t let you have all the fun.”

before you could respond, he took over, thrusting up into you with a force that had the water splashing over the edge of the tub. the sound of skin against skin mixed with the bubbling of the jacuzzi and the distant rustle of the woods, the perfect symphony of sin.

“shit,” you gasped, your hands bracing against his chest as he pounded into you, each thrust sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body. “ben—fuck, i can’t—”

“yes, you can,” he growled, his grip tightening on your hips. “you’re gonna take it, baby. every fuckin’ inch. you hear me?”

the faint sounds of the woods around you—the wind in the trees, the occasional snap of a branch. it was like the forest was watching, bearing witness to the way he was wrecking you.

“someone’s probably out there,” he said, his voice dropping to a taunting whisper. “some poor fucker sneaking through the woods, getting an eyeful. bet they wish they were me right now.”

the thought sent a thrill through you, your body clenching around him as the tension coiled tighter and tighter in your core. he felt it, grinning like the smug bastard he was.

“yeah, that’s it,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your neck. “cum for me, sweetheart. let ‘em hear you.”

you did, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave, your cries echoing into the night as he kept fucking you through it, dragging every last bit of pleasure from your trembling body.

“fuck, that’s my girl,” he groaned, his rhythm faltering as he chased his own release. with one last, rough thrust, he came, his hands gripping you so tightly you knew there’d be bruises in the morning.

you stayed like that for a moment, both of you catching your breath, the water calming around you. the woods were quiet again, as if the forest had been holding its breath right along with you.

“we’re definitely doing that again,” he said finally, his voice rough but satisfied.

you laughed, resting your forehead against his. “maybe next time we’ll try it indoors.”

“where’s the fun in that?” he said, smirking. “besides, i think the woods enjoyed the show.”

you rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. this was what you’d come here for—a break, a chance to forget everything else and just be with him. and if the woods were watching, well... let them.

[ggidolsmuts]

Fromis App Part 17 (Final): Exit Strategy - Fromis_9 Seoyeon, Jisun, Jiwon, Hayoung, Nagyung, Saerom

A/N: Use the !. @. #. $. %. to quickly skip to the idol you want to read, it's in the order they appear in the title and below.

Seoyeon, Jisun, Jiwon, Hayoung, Nagyung, and Saerom.

One, two, three, four, five, six... and seven. The group Kakao chat is flooded with celebrations and congratulations. Baby storks will be visiting the employees of Fromis App in a few months time, and it's all thanks to you. How did it get to that point though? It all started with a meeting...

!.

"Hey oppa."

"Hey Saerom, what's everyone doing here?"

"Oh, we thought it's best everyone is here for the meeting."

"You never told me what it's about, and Chaeyoung was evasive." You look around, and realize Chaeyoung isn't here, oddly enough. "Where is she anyways?"

"Home, I assume, or shopping for new clothes." Saerom claps her hands and gets everyone's attention. "Meeting's starting!"

"So, as most of you know, the Fromis company is being bought out, and the FROMIS app will be absorbed into their platform."

"Is... That good or bad?" you ask Saerom.

"Good, we get paid out very nicely. However, a condition of the pay out is that we stay on, golden handcuffs, if you will."

"I see." The other employees look bored, like none of this is news to them—Nagyung is on her laptop, Jisun's on her phone, and Seoyeon is writing in her notebook. "Why am I here then? I'm not an employee."

"I'm getting to that. As I said, we have to stay on, but there's a way around it, and we want you to help us."

"Help you?"

"Yes. There's a way we can stop working but still fulfill the golden handcuffs requirement, and that is if we go on maternity leave."

"Maternity leave, how am I—" You stop yourself mid-sentence, the blood suddenly pounding in your ears.

"Word around the office is you're having plenty of sex with all of us, and you added Chaeyoung to the list recently?" You suddenly felt put on the spot, like you've been caught with your hand (or cock, in this case) in the cookie jar.

"Umm, yes."

"Then we're all set. We've gone off birth control, so just keep doing what, or who I guess, you're doing, and just let things happen naturally."

"Right. Uhh, what if I can't make it happen? I haven't gotten tested or anything to make sure, you know, that everything works."

"Oh no no, we've tested you. You're very potent. You've only had sex with Chaeyoung once right?"

"Right, one night, but it was er, multiple times."

"Close enough, you're batting a hundred percent then."

"You mean—" The gears in your head turn just slow enough for Saerom to fill in the blank for you.

"Yes, that's why she isn't here, she's already on leave."

"And you're sure I did it?"

"You're the only guy she's slept with in months, so we're very sure. First time she gets some, and bam."

"Huh, okay, I guess that's good? What happens if all of you go on maternity leave though, can the company still run?"

"Yes yes, we have Jiheon our maknae, she can handle things, she's very good." Saerom dismisses your concerns. "That's all from me. Anyone else?" You spy someone fidgeting from the corner of your eye, but Saerom continues. "No? We're done then, this was more for you to know than anything, everyone else already understands and agrees." As they begin to file out, you call them back.

"Wait, I think Seoyeon's ready."

"Ready for?" You walk over to Seoyeon, and she doesn't resist when you pull her out of her chair.

"For us to go public." You bend her over the conference table, kissing her as the others gasp. You feel under her skirt, smiling into the kiss—she's not wearing any underwear. "This is what we've been doing in the building the whole time. We've just kept it under wraps." You shimmy your pants and boxers down, rubbing your cock against her slit before pulling it away briefly, just to show them how shiny Seoyeon has already made it. There are no gasps this time, just everyone holding their breaths, focused on the lewd scene unfolding in front of them.

"But since we all know what's going to be happening from now on, I don't think there's any need to hide what we do, is there Seoyeon?"

"No..." It comes out as a brittle sigh, her pussy clenching around your shaft sliding in. "It's okay if they see now. See how you use me, how I use you." She tilts her head, reaching for your neck as you continue pumping into her from behind. She sucks on your skin, leaving marks unabashedly on you.

"We should give them a better view," she whispers.

"Hold on then." Seoyeon leans back, rolling up her skirt and wrapping her hands around your neck. With a grunt you stand and lift her by her spread knees, showing everyone just how you're splitting her open. The atmosphere in the room immediately gets charged with arousal—to see you so openly lifting and fucking their petite colleague in an obvious show of virility and strength is causing their imaginations to run wild, about what you would do to them. You start moving slowly, pulling out almost all the way before pumping upward into her, to emphasize your cock disappearing into Seoyeon's fertile body.

"Ohh fuck, that's so deep!" Seoyeon cries out, getting into the act of being fucked so brazenly. Before, the thrill of getting caught was what turned her on—the danger of letting a moan leak, a squelch of her pussy if she's inevitably too wet and fucked too fast, the ability to hear others talking nearby, oblivious to your illicit act with her. But now, Seoyeon's finding the rush of being openly watched just as enticing—she's whining and whimpering, so wet that she's dripping down your balls, and she can see her colleagues looking at her. None of them are even moving, let alone trying to leave or hide their eyes, no they're openly watching, and getting aroused.

Getting aroused due to Seoyeon.

"Nngh I'm cumming!" All of them watch Seoyeon's legs shake helplessly in your arms as you ram an orgasm up through her, her head thrown back against your shoulder, a heel dangling loosely off one foot. In minutes you've wrecked her oh-so-perfectly, taking her apart so easily that there leaves little doubt in their minds—you're going to make them all cum their brains out while you breed them.

"Alright, tell me when," you mumble into Seoyeon's ear, ramping up your thrusting, bouncing her up and down a little to really drive yourself deep into her.

"Now please!" You let Seoyeon slip down slightly, and she is impaled deep on your cock as you unload into her. The others gasp as they watch a spurt of cum leak out from around your shaft—just how much did you cum that you're immediately leaking out of her? Seoyeon's low moan of satisfaction rumbles against your chest as you continue pumping potent seed into her. You draw your hips back, and lifted over the conference table Seoyeon shows them just how much you've left in her—a repeated thudding sound is heard as drop after thick drop of semen hit the table, staining the black varnish white.

You put Seoyeon back down, and she manages to straighten her skirt and fix her tousled hair a little before sitting down and cleaning the cumstain she just left, trying to pretend as if everything was normal.

"Let me know if you need another Seoyeon," you say, as if you're referring to the tissue paper you just handed her, rather than the baby you put in her.

"Sure, thanks oppa," she answers just as casually.

Seoyeon did ask you for more, but it was quickly clear that the first round got the job done, and she sent the group the first positive test to many cheers.

@.

Jisun was the second one to send the group a positive test, but it came in the most surprising of ways—you finished using a condom!

"F-Fuck my ass, fuck it hard oppa!" Your arms burn as you ram the dildo hard into her ass. It was a compromise—Jisun wanted you in her ass, but that would be counterproductive to being reproductive, so she settled for damming herself on top of your cock as you filled her ass "manually". You could feel the dildo going through her, rubbing against your cock basically, but what's more enticing is Jisun's tits, dangling right in front of you like juicy melons as she arches her back on each deep thrust into her ass.

"Oh— Oh yes, suck on them!" You do just that, leaving her pointed tips shiny and dripping. Speaking of shiny and dripping, Jisun lifts her hips briefly, showing you just how slick your cock and the dildo have become before slamming herself back down on you.

"Fuck!" She screams as she double-penetrates herself. Jisun kisses you, grinding herself on your cock, rocking her hips back and forth, making both cock and dildo pump into her like a well-lubed engine. "Wish you could cum in both my holes..."

"Could go a second round, make you a runny mess down there." You squeeze handfuls of her chest, showing her just how little you would mind doing that.

"You think you could? Don't you— Hnngh! Need to save some for the others?"

"You can cook me something healthy and hearty, give me more energy after." You keep Jisun hips down, keeping her hilted on you as you sit up, allowing you to slam the dildo over and over into her ass. She slumps into you as she cums.

"Oh god my ass... Is all this just a ploy to get me to cook for you?" she asks, hair tickling your cheeks as she nuzzles you.

"Maybe, you are the best cook out of all of them, unless you think otherwise."

"How dare you, of course I am!" Jisun leaves a hickey on you in revenge. "God, such a Casanova aren't you? Sleeping around with everyone, and then judging their cooking after?" You kiss her harshly in response, her lips rosy red from your passionate indignance.

"Says the pure and chaste lady who agreed to be bred by me in a group effort, and has both her holes plugged up right now?"

"Fair." She sighs as you begin moving the dildo again—you didn't mind just staying inside Jisun, letting yourself last as long as you could as you played with her ass. "Best cook, what else am I the best at?"

"You have the best thighs." You run your hands up and down her juicy thighs, squeezing them.

"Don't let Saerom hear that."

"Best tits." You definitely take the chance to squeeze those, hearing her gasp as you flick her nipples.

"Don't let Hayoung hear that."

"Best pussy." You grind up into her, hearing her whine.

"Don't let any of them hear that."

"Best ass." You're gripping her cheeks, kneading them appreciatively.

"Don't let Chaeyoung hear that."

"Hm, best ass that let's me play with it." You apply a bit of pressure to the dildo, pushing it that little bit deeper and feeling Jisun tighten in response.

"Good point, but I think you're missing something."

"Am I?"

"Yup." Jisun leans in close, nibbling at your earlobe as she humps you. "Best mommy."

"Yeah? You think you'll be the best mother?"

"Not mother, mommy." You groan as her pussy contracts around you tightly—Jisun never skipped on her kegels. "Best at getting herself knocked up. I'm going to drain you right now, then I'm going to feed you, and then I'm going to drain you again."

"Fuck Jisun that sounds good." She was barely moving or bouncing on top of you, and yet your cock feels like it's getting tugged on, pulled on over and over to try and get your cum out of you.

"Yeah? Does it feel good? Does trying to make me a mommy feel good?" Jisun's breathing heavily too—your hand never stopped moving, fucking her ass with slow thrusts of the dildo.

"Yes, fuck yes Jisun!"

"Then cum, give me that thick cum you've stored up, give— Hnngh!" Jisun takes it from you, cumming from the anal stimulation, and her suddenly uncontrollable tightening around your shaft has you launching your potent load up into her. She collapses on top of you, her chest cushioning her fall and pressed against you, your heartbeats thundering in tandem. As you soften you feel your crotch get warmer, your load beginning to leak out of her.

"Can I feed you later?" Jisun asks quietly.

"You don't have to, I was kidding about the whole cooking thing."

"No, not that... I know we shouldn't waste any of it, but I really want you in my ass."

"No one else has to know, if you really want it."

"Okay." Without a second word Jisun slips down your body, her plump lips around your shaft promptly, cleaning you and getting you hard again. Your eyes are closed, enjoying her cleanup effort. You even let out a decadent moan when you feel your cock get squished between two comfortable pillows—Jisun's really trying to get you as hard as you can. You only open your eyes when you hear a crinkle.

"Condom?"

"Just in case I want you to plug the leak." She turns around to show you, her lightly parted lips still dripping with your load, and right above it, the dildo still deep in her. "But what are you waiting for?"

Jisun has a point. You pull the dildo out of her with little ceremony and plug the gaping hole immediately, a deep groan bursting from her lungs as you push the air out of her. You're definitely deeper in her compared to the dildo, because her reactions to you pumping in and out of her now are nothing like before—her cries are loud and unadulterated, flesh rippling as you pump into her ass. Jisun pushes her hips against you, trying to get you deeper into her, and you lift her slightly, her knees almost off the bed when you pull and yank her small juicy body against you.

"Hnngh fuck! Don't stop, open me up!" You slap a hand on her cheek and pull, making Jisun's hole stretch that little bit more. "Oh god I missed this, missed a real cock in my ass." She whines when you pull out, and looking past where you're plugged in her ass you see the puddle of cum get bigger by the moment, each thrust making her clench and shake, causing more to drip out. "Uhff!" she's huffing, groaning as you stretch out her second hole. You lean over her, grabbing a breast and squeezing it, playing with her stiff tip.

"Such a handful, literally," you snarl and kiss her wanting lips. "Wasting a perfectly good load too."

"Sorry, ah, sorry!" You slap her thighs, red handmark planted conspiciously on her thigh—no short dresses for Jisun for a while, and then for a few months after. You pull on her tits, squeezing them and leaving them red too. Jisun isn't a glutton for punishment, but she doesn't mind at all when you get a little rough, her soft flesh jiggling perfectly to absorb everything you have for her.

"Just cum with my cock in your ass already." You pull back to the very tip before slamming home into Jisun's ass, and she detonates with a choked cry. She shivers underneath you, anal walls gripping you tighter than ever, and you simply let yourself go, your throbbing cock pushing against her contractions, filling the condom fully. You land on top of her, and her arms give way, the two of you collapsing on the bed.

"Ah... fucking unbelievable..." Jisun sighs, kissing your cheek.

"Remember, no more anal until the job's done."

"I know I know. Just, just leave it in me for a little longer."

When you finally pull out, you're soft, and devilishly you leave the condom in her ass.

"Take it out, it's going to spill out if I sit up!" Jisun whines.

"No, now you have two loads in your holes, just like you wanted." You stay the night, and your nose wakes up to the smell of Jisun's delicious cooking the next morning. To both you and Jisun's pleasant surprise, a few weeks later her test comes back positive even if your final load with her ended up in a rubber.

Buoyed by Jisun's meal the third positive reading came quite quickly after the second...

#.

"About time you came over, my stocks aren't doing so well, so I need another line to be going up." Jiwon flashes her prepared pregnancy kits at you.

"I'll try my best." Jiwon's hands land on your shoulders, gently squeezing you, pulling you close... And then she pauses, nose crinkling.

"Jisun?"

"Yeah, I spent the night with her."

"Do you need to take a day off today? It's no good trying and trying and not getting enough rest." You hold Jiwon's hands, interlocking fingers with her before letting them drift down her palms and to her wrists, growling as you watch them go limp.

"No, Jisun made me a delicious meal, and I'm ready to have another one." Jiwon's eyes flutter shut, ready to be eaten. She sighs when you breath on her neck, and she's trembling in your hands—a fertile Jiwon is simply ready to be devoured. "You don't want me to take a day off do you? You want this so bad."

"Y-Yeah, I, I really want it." It leaves her as a whimsper, a whimper and a whisper. You're happy to take your time kissing Jiwon, her hands resting on your shoulders as you move yours down her body, feeling her curves through her dress. "Please, let's go to the bed."

"Okay." Jiwon's eager, and she jumps into you, wrapping her legs around your hips. But almost immediately she lets herself down, an alert ringing in from her home office. "Oh, let me just check—"

"No." You hug her from behind, making her feel what she's responsible for against her lower back. "What are you doing?"

"The US markets, they just opened over there, let me check my investments—"

"No, not tonight." You re-wrap your arms around Jiwon, pinning them to her sides. "Just hold and let things... grow." A hand runs down to her belly, and Jiwon shudders as you press firmly down on her, where she's going to grow.

"Just let me take a quick look—"

"Fine." You lift Jiwon, carrying her to her office and plopping yourself in her chair with her in your lap. "You have one minute." Jiwon's hands shoot forward to her keyboard, and your hands are not idle either, pulling her dress up.

"30 seconds," you hiss, feeling the immediate bare skin between Jiwon's thighs—no panties, god, she's just begging to be bred at this point.

"It hasn't even been 30 seconds yet!"

"I don't care." You pull Jiwon's dress up further and manage to shimmy your bottoms off just enough to pull your hardness out. "5 seconds." You're already sliding into her.

"Hnngh wait, ah!" You push yourself off the chair, tipping Jiwon forward against the desk. "Bed, bed!"

"Can't wait," you're grunting, hand slipping under the side of her dress and pawing at her chest. Maybe it's Jisun's meal, or the sight of Jiwon in what is effectively a honeymoon dress, but you feel your thoughts slipping away. "Fucking you now."

Jiwon isn't fairing much better, the graphs and tickers on her screen blurring with every thrust into her. She's already forgotten what she wanted to do, why she needed to look at the market today. All she can feel is your cockhead pressing right against her womb, your hands firmly around her hips—she's not going anywhere until she's thoroughly "invested" in.

"Oh god, right there, you're so deep, too deep!" Her face is pressed into the keyboard, leaving imprints on her cheek but hopefully not actually triggering any hotkeys on her computer. Your breath is hot in her ear, huffing as you shake the desk, slamming into her from behind. Briefly you feel her flail her legs against you before she hiccups cutely and goes limp. You spy her expression as you kiss her cheek—Jiwon's eyes are rolled into her head, mouth open, drooling on to her keyboard. A warm spray of her juice splatters against your thighs—she's your prey, conquered and submitting to the pleasure, to her desires both carnal and biological. With a satisfied growl you press yourself over her, and Jiwon whines as her womb is filled with thick, almost syrupy, semen, laden with virility. Her mind's playing tricks on her, but Jiwon almost feels heavier when she's pulled back on to the chair on top of you.

"I expect rapid growth from you."

"Me too," Jiwon leans back against you, sighing into your neck. "Feels so thick, like it's never going to come out..." She's playing with the little bit leaking from her pussy.

"That's the goal. Do you need to do anymore checking?"

"No, it's a lost day already. The money's made in the opening minutes." Jiwon wraps her arms around your neck, pouting a little. "Take me to bed, I'm going to need... an injection of liquidity."

You carry her to the bedroom, and Jiwon pushes you away with a giggle once you get there. She makes a show of removing her dress, a bit of pointless flirting as you're already hard again at the sight of the complete lack of underwear underneath and your previous load sliding down the inside of her thighs.

"You know," you're on top of her now, her thighs loosely spread for you—she already wants more. "I'm thinking this might not be a good investment, you're staying up late all the time, ignoring your agreed upon responsibilities to check the market. Where's the condom, I might need to protect my investment." It's a fake threat, and like a magnet your cock is already drawn to Jiwon's warm core, entering her with a smooth thrust.

"No! I'll be good, I promise."

"What do you promise? I hope you're not making risky trades."

"No, no more risky trades, no more crypto, only safe investments from now on."

"Crypto? Oh no, that's very risky. I really might need a condom." You tease her, hands playing with her chest once more—not big, but they're plenty fun handfuls.

"No, no more. I'll be safe so..." Jiwon wraps her legs around your back, locking you in. "Please do me raw."

"Always," you groan as you pull and push back into her, her wetness and tightness and creaminess almost overwhelming you—damn Jiwon is needy right now. Every gasp and sigh is designed to pump blood to your cock, every drag of her nails across your back primally calculated to get your balls to start producing more sperm, every squeeze of her thighs around you fundamentally insistent on getting you to leave her a bubbling fertilized mess.

You do just that.

"Oh god, right there, fuck me right there, please cum, give me cum, I want it, I want it I want it I want it—" Jiwon yelps when you slam into her and then don't move. She hears the raw growl that rips from your throat, and then feels the sudden burst of warmth inside her, and she's tipped over the edge one last time. She loses herself, contracting around you, the bed instantly wet as she squirts uncontrollably with a loud wail. The rush of fluids over your cock make you fuck her even harder, sending the last few potent shots of cum even deeper into her.

"So warm, so happy..." Jiwon sighs at the creamy mess your connection has become, a weight lifted off her back and perhaps growing elsewhere in her.

"You made such a mess."

"Your fault, I can't help it, you make me feel so good, I get so wet, and then it just happens."

"Well, there's going to be quite a few messes to clean up soon, good to get some practice now." Jiwon blushes a vivid pink at the thought.

"Hopefully you're right."

$.

While you waited on Jiwon's positive test, you got to work on Hayoung's, and work it was, considering the time and place of it happening.

"You want to do it... here?" You're somehow back in the security room, having Hayoung drag you through the gradually emptying out hallways of the company. She's somehow pulled a whole couch into the security room. "Where did you even get this?"

"Lounge, with people leaving and you knocking some of us up and out, we don't really need it in the lounge anymore, so I thought, why not?"

"That's true, but why'd you ask me here?"

"Why do you think?" Hayoung pushes you to the couch, a playful tilt to her voice.

"You really want to do it here?"

"Why not, we've done it plenty of times here."

"I guess, just figured you'd want some place more private."

"This is plenty private, besides, where else can we have so much screen space." Before you can ask what she means by that, she pulls up multiple recordings—the time you fucked Jiwon in Saerom's office, the few indiscretions you had with Seoyeon, the other time you fucked in Saerom's office, except this time it was Nagyung. Front and center though, was the recording from when you bred Seoyeon right there in front of all of them in the conference room.

"Hmm, I guess this is more than appropriate," you murmur as Hayoung settles in front of you, allowing you to wrap an arm around her. It was almost like a intimate movie night, except the movie was porn.

"Yeah, what's one more fuck in the office?" Hayoung turns to kiss you passionately, and your hand slips under her shirt, her smooth skin raising goosebumps in the cold whirr of the security room AC.

"Mm, what's one more baby made in the office?" You undo her pants, and Hayoung quickly shimmies it off as you get rid of your own jeans. Your hand dives underneath her thin panties, feeling her wetness—she's ready.

"Ah, just do me like this, do me while we watch the videos." You kick off your boxers and pull her panties to the side, and leisurely you slide into Hayoung, her raised leg resting on yours a little awkwardly to give you access.

"Is that comfortable?"

"It'll be fine, just stay in me." The couch creaks slightly as you start moving, pushing in and out of Hayoung best you could. Underneath her shirt you push her bra up, palming her pebbled tips, and she sighs contentedly. "That's nice, keep doing it."

Watching the security footage of you fucking the other employees, neither of you hurry, slowly getting both of you wetter and harder as time passes.

"What are you thinking about?" you ask her.

"Wondering what they were feeling, what they thought as it happened? I wonder what Seoyeon and Jisun felt when you did it."

"Having second thoughts?"

"No, just, it's nice to share you, but I also wonder what they felt."

"You really are an F. What about you, what are you feeling?"

"Feels nice, but also um, nervous? Like I know this is peak fertility for me right now and— Oh!" Hayoung gasps as she feels you twitch inside her, getting a little bigger. "You like that?"

"Yeah, you never wondered about how I felt?" She blushes a little, looking almost ashamed.

"Not really? Not my best F moment."

"I'll tell you later, you said you are nervous?" Hayoung's starts unbuttoning her shirt, revealing her delectable chest to you, her bra misplaced thanks to your hands.

"Yeah, it should feel different right, but how different would it feel, and don't accidents happen? So that means it didn't feel different, so I'm not sure—" You kiss Hayoung to quiet her, pulling her leg over your hips, trying to angle yourself deeper into her.

"How did that feel?"

"Good, you're really deep." Hayoung's hand drifts down to her tummy, and you join her there, letting her guide you to gently press on her lower abdomen. "You're like... here or something."

"Does this feel different?" You nudge forward, trying to reach even deeper, until you can't go any further, pushing against the end of Hayoung. You can tell it does, her breath catching in the kiss. "That's where I'll be when I cum." Hayoung clenches around you in response, she realizes what the difference is—intent. The accidents are merely a possible consequence of unprotected sex, but now, Hayoung's actively trying, and you're very actively trying to knock her up. A thrill runs up her spine, and Hayoung's sensitivity spikes immensely.

"Yes it does feel different, you're so, ah, hard!" All of a sudden Hayoung's pussy is milking you, contracting around you like she's on edge.

"Yeah? You like it more now?"

"Yes, it's so hot, oh fuck." Hayoung suddenly feels far too hot in the cold security room, she's going into some sort of heat. "T-Tell me how it feels for you!"

"It feels better than regular sex, you get extra sticky inside, so nice to thrust into."

"Hnngh more, tell me more!"

"It's so hot when you tell me you're fertile, and I don't have to tell you when I'm close, because there's no fucking doubt where I'm going to finish, you're practically begging for it."

"Yes I- I am, I will! Did the others beg too?"

"In their own ways." Hayoung's begging for your cum in her own way, legs and arms trying to loop around your hip and shoulders and through your limbs, as if tying herself to you so you can't pull out. "Seoyeon scratches the hell out of me, Jisun drains me with both holes. You know the best part?"

"What is it?"

"They cum extra hard, they love it so much it feels so good, and then I— fuck!" The mere thought of cumming hard has Hayoung writhing against you, and she's dragging you down with her, forcing you to do just as you planned to describe. Hayoung feels it briefly before the stars take her—you exploding deep inside her, filling her womb with potential life! She's not sure if she's screaming or not, but by the time she comes down, her throat is strained raw, her limbs like jelly, and yet she feels fulfilled, satisfied at the deep breaths you take against her neck.

"Fuck, I cum just like that," you manage. You continue grinding your hips into Hayoung mindlessly, trying to drain your balls fully inside her.

"Wow, it feels like that every time?"

"Yeah, we'll do it as many times as needed."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Until we get a positive." Slowly Hayoung gets on top of you, a small grin on her face.

"You have a loophole, I'm just never getting a test then."

"I guess we'll have to keep trying then." A few strokes from Hayoung is enough to get you hard again, and her creamy warmth envelopes you this time.

"I guess so, and this time, we're going to film it."

%.

Hayoung did eventually do a test, and much to the surprise of a few people (including you) who opened the message in public, Hayoung attached a "home recording" of the process to the message too. Regardless, Hayoung was satisfied biologically if not hedonistically (she tried to get you to film the others even), but you could focus on those who come after. And poetically, just like the first time you found FROMIS app, as if it was written, Saerom and Nagyung demanded to do it with you, together.

"Oppa, wait till you see what we brought."

"I'm already the luckiest guy in the world, you don't need to tell me I got luckier."

"Well, we might need a little bit more luck. It's never a guarantee, but we'll try to stack the odds in our favor," Nagyung chirps, carrying two large grocery bags full of food and water.

"Stack the odds how? With those grocery bags?"

"That's just for the week. No Jissen cooked up some herbal tea for you, and some floral tea for us. I tried a sip and ugh, I had to do everything to make sure I had enough energy for tonight." As Saerom tells you that, you feel just how warm she is when she slips her arm around your elbow.

"Horny?"

"More than that, I got myself off like three times and it barely changed anything. It's all sticky and gooey, like I need someone to get in me and clean me out, to rub against me everywhere inside I— You're going to have to fuck me first," Saerom ends quietly, blushing at her own neediness.

"She made me promise not to drink it until after the first round, I don't know what Jisun unnie cooked but Saerom hasn't been quite right the whole day." You see how right Nagyung is when you get into the elevator—Saerom's practically rubbing against you, leaning into your body, hungry for skin-to-skin contact. As soon as you're inside Saerom's apartment she's on you, hands already lifting your t-shirt.

"Go ahead and get started, I'll make sure the fridge is well-stocked." Nagyung's only halfway through emptying the first bag of groceries when she hears Saerom's moan of relief.

"God unnie, you really couldn't wait could you?" Nagyung quickly pushes the entire second grocery bag into the fridge, slamming it shut behind her before she hurries to get in on the action.

"Nakko, it feels so good!" Saerom squeals in greeting. She's riding you in reverse cowboy, all of her clothes still on except for her panties. Saerom rolls her hips like no tomorrow, making sure your cock rubs against every inch of her walls, and Nagyung has the perfect view, watching Saerom's gooey cream coat your shaft liberally. Your arms hook Saerom's shoulders, pulling her back on to you in a great show of her flexibility, and Nagyung's round eyes almost pop when she sees the smallest of bulges between Saerom's legs, where your cock is jammed up against her front wall. 

"God you're so fucking tight right now!" Saerom groans and grunts as you plow into her from below, her toned body bucking and bracing against the hold, trying to slam herself down on to you. She keeps asking you to fuck her harder, and the squelch between her legs gets lewder and lewder until things reach its natural climax. From Nagyung's point of view it is less an explosion and more of a bubbling over, your cum slowly leaking out of the connection, but internally Saerom is exploding, the pleasure driving her pussy to grip and milk you until you've painted every inch of her walls with cum.

"Wow, unnie, are you okay?"

"Never better. Get oppa his tea, and then it's your turn." You're quickly fed a cup of Jisun's herbal tea, and as soon as Nagyung's done stripping you're on her, mirroring Saerom's own aggressiveness.

"Fuck Nagyung, what's in that tea?" You can feel the blood rushing down your body and a tingling down there, like your reproductive system is working on Adderall or perhaps more appropriately, Red Bull. The warmth gathers between your legs, and the more you see Nagyung naked in front of you, the less brain function you have.

"I don't know, Jisun unnie made it. Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, but I— Yeah I need to cum in you." Your mind is a little blunt, your actions even more so as you grab a handful of Nagyung's chest and squeeze.

"Looks like someone's ready," she purrs, and she manages to get on top of you. You throw your head back, the warmth of her walls almost cooling to the fire in your hips.

"Ohhh, yeah that's good, that feels good." To your tea-addled brain Nagyung's wrapped around you like she was always meant to be, but to Nagyung she feels like she's being spread, stretched, expanded, hollowed out, all the synonyms for "boring a hole straight to her womb" all at once.

"Nngh you're too big!" The blood rushing to your cock making you one large breeding stick buried deep in her.

"No, just almost too big." You grab Nagyung's tiny waist and begin moving her up and down your cock, leaving her wailing in intense pleasure. You're spreading her thin, stretching her walls and making sure you're hitting every spot that just lights her brain up.

"It's... Haah!" she tries to move her hips to keep up with you, but it's no use—her legs don't work, her muscle control no longer there as you overload her with bliss, and she hasn't even drunk the tea yet! She leans back, trying to get away from you a little. But it just makes things worse, you're push against her front walls like you did with Saerom earlier, grinding against her g-spot .

"Too much, it's too much unnie!" Nagyung wails to Saerom, who's now providing her with support, letting Nagyung lean against her while she's fucked up and into.

"You can do it, he's going to cum soon, he's going to cum so deep in you..." Nagyung can feel it too, your throbbing length pushing against her pussy, and she's responding in kind, clenching around you.

"I— Ahh!" Nagyung snaps, and she bucks so hard you slip out of her, to disastrous results. You're bucking as well in orgasm, and as you slip out everyone notices the effect of Jisun's tea—the strength and volume of your eruption is so great that your first shot of cum blasts them across the face. Subsequent shots land on Nagyung, staining her skin in white all over.

But you're not done.

"Move, get her the tea." You wave Saerom off, flipping Nagyung on her stomach, cum and all soiling the bedsheets.

"Oppa?"

"Haven't cum in her yet." Saerom watches you stroke yourself hard and quickly follows your order. She returns to find you proneboning Nagyung, hands on her lower back—this time you're not slipping out of her.

"So, hnngh, good..." Nagyung trails off, eyes rolling in her head. Despite her improved stamina over time, something about the way you're fucking her now is unmanageable. Her petite pixie body trembles as you bounce your hips off her again and again, and when you cum this time, you sink fully into Nagyung and growl.

"Take it all!" Her hands grip the sheets, tighter and tighter as you continue to fill her, until finally the heat becomes too much, she chokes a sigh out and goes limp. When you pull out you see that you've left her drooling from both holes—spit from one, cum from the other.

"God she's out again. What now?" Saerom asks. You spy the white trickle down the inside of her thigh, and the need to add to that trickle flares up.

"Want to go again? Grab one of mine?"

"Are you— Yeah, okay." Saerom almost wants to question you, but she stops short—you're sweaty, flushed with exertion from the latest round with Nagyung. You should be tired, spent, drained, yet you still want to knock her up, and it makes Saerom feel wanted like never before. When she comes back with your drink you make her wait, pulling her down next to you.

"Love shot."

"Cheesy." Saerom laughs before hooking her arm around yours, the two of you downing your shots of sex in one gulp. "It's so much stronger!" You feel a tug on your neck—she's pulling you down with her, chest heaving and legs spread. 

"You okay?" You hover over Saerom, your eyes meet, and Saerom's pupils dilate right in front of you, her grip around your neck tensing.

"Yeah I— I need you. Put a baby in me." She's still more coherent than you, because all you can manage is a simple nod. You push in, groaning as you watch Saerom's abs flex—she's gripping you tighter than before! As soon as you're in she wraps her legs around you, and she's already bucking up into you, trying to get to the fucking right away. Saerom's so tight but so wet, so easy to push into, and both of you are delirious with need.

"Fuck me, fuck me harder!" she cries into your ear, and you slam into her, drawing out yelps of pleasure. The two of you are one organism, working in tandem to produce another. Saerom whines for you to get deeper, so you push her legs back, folding her in half and letting you plunge into her tightness fully. A dull twinge runs through Saerom—either from you thumping against her cervix or from her legs being pushed so far back, but it didn't matter, so long as you cum deep in her.

"Cumming," you grunt, and Saerom quickly plays with her clit, wanting to finish with you, to have her body drain you at the perfect time. Her ankles seize around your neck, holding you there as you pour a full load straight into her womb, drowning it with potent seed. Neither of you are done though, and after a short rest period of kissing and catching your breath in between the kisses, you're ready for more.

"Doggy." You're reduced to one word sentences, but Saerom follows your actions, letting you flip her around and pull her hips up. As soon are you're hard enough you start rutting into her, humping her like it was the only thing you knew how to do. You watch her ass and thighs jiggle against you, back muscles flexing in pleasure, and you need to see more of it, so you fuck her harder, getting bigger inside her as you're back to full hardness.

"That's it, fill me up again, need your baby—" Saerom feels it too, your thrusts reaching deeper into her again, the throbbing inside her pussy becoming more insistent. Saerom finds herself moaning into a sudden kiss, her head suddenly twisted to face you.

"Our baby." Saerom whimpers into your mouth, her emotions turned up to eleven. Pinned underneath you, her tongue thrashing against yours is the only way she can express her pleasure right now, and it is twisting and tangling, wanting every part of you to hold her down and breed her.

"Give it to me, I want our baby. Lock me down and knock me up."

"This is the one." The tea is wearing off, you're more coherent now, and there's only clarity as to what's going to happen.

"Yes!" Saerom simply agrees, gasping as you start thrusting even harder.

When it happens both of you burst into loud moans of satisfaction, hot virile seed rushing out of you and into her, the biological pressures of shooting and squeezing working to fill Saerom to the very brim and then some. You collapse on top of her, breathing heavily, leaving hickeys on her neck and more than a trickle down her thighs.

"You know, I'm so glad you found the app," Saerom whispers.

"I'm so glad you found me," you argue back, kissing her tenderly.

--

Fast forward to today, somehow the plan went off without a hitch, the company is doing fine, even doing some sort of a re-launch with a few employees that ended up sticking around, but that's none of your business anymore. You have a new FROMIS to care about.

Final ROMance Is Saerom.

A/N: That's a wrap to the series. I actually started thinking and planning this during Chaeyoung's chapter, but then time was cut short by the new Fromis comeback (go check that out!). Sadly I couldn't get this out before the comeback, but because of that I get to use that Jisun pic lol. I'll still write for the members, but just wanted to put a cap on the series. Thanks for reading!

[five-rivers]

This is the poll to determine the second main plot point for my experimental audience participation fic (search 'experimental fic' on my blog for more information). This poll is being held because the runners-up options were too close to call. While runners-up on this poll will not be included in the fic from the beginning as a main plot point, I will write a mini fic for each as a thank you for participating.

Submitted propaganda and prompt credits are under the cut below the poll.

Send me an ask if you have any questions!

Prompt credits: @axion-labs, @trinoxtrinox, @icos-x, @jackdaw-sprite

Propaganda for the Pitch Pearl prompt (via @axion-labs):

- Rivers said in the initial post that started all this that they wanted practice writing ships, so you’ll be doing them a favor (I can’t fathom why Rivers of all people claims to need practice, just look at the 400 fics they’ve written, but whatever) - The first place plot is Danny concerningly oversharing, which plays well into a toxic relationship (or a perceived toxic because ghost shenanigans? Lots of directions to go with it) - Over-possessive relationships are so much fun with ghosts involved! A ghosts’ obsession, the core of their being, becoming another person? - Please?

Propaganda for the Ancient Adoption prompt (via @trinoxtrinox):

Rivers is the ruler and monarch for soft body horror, they have already made many stories where Danny has changed slowly and those stories are always a beauty. Now imagine how far it would go when Danny is under the influence of MANY DIFFERENT GHOSTS, Danny truly is made of playdough and he's being molded by so many hands that anything is possible.

Propaganda for Amity Lair prompt (via @bonuscatart):

I've seen fics where Amity is Danny's haunt, but I don't think I've read one where it's his lair. It would be cool to see how Amity is affected by something usually in the Ghost Zone

Propaganda for Field Trip Gone Wrong prompt (via @jackdaw-sprite):

- It plays very well with the first place winner, which is Danny saying too many alarming things to the wrong person. Who is that person? Any one of his classmates, or Mr. Lancer. Or all of them! Imagine the chaos! - It's got a built in explanation for why Danny is even saying these things! He's trapped and can't redirect attention away from himself! It's got drama! it's got confrontation! - We don't torment Danny socially nearly enough - Imagine being a teenager who has managed to fuck up badly enough at keeping your mouth shut that at least one of your classmates and possibly your entire class is trying to get answers out of you. Despite being in a Situation. Mortifying! - It's even worse when you've got ghost powers you are theoretically very practiced at hiding. That you're worried might result in dissection if they come out - Only maybe half of Danny's classmates are normal about Phantom. imagine how Dash, Paulina, Valerie, and maybe even Wes would react in this situation. imagine all of them effectively locked in a bottle with Danny at the same time as he tries and fails to keep his secret. - We don't torment Danny socially nearly enough. I already said that but I think now you understand exactly what kind of torment this is, and how fun it would be to watch him squirm. - If you vote for this, we could get Rivers to do this to Danny. Imagine.

[dollyfiles]

Hi love, I adore all your writings and am in deep need for step bro Rafe <3 please write something where he's flustered around his new step sister, yearning and all, but after a while she does something to make him snap and it gets all smutty and shi, thank youu love youuuu

a/n: thanks for your request, lovely. i hope you’ll enjoy reading it <33

cw: literal stepcest (scroll if uncomfortable), teasing, no prep, p in v, unprotected (wrap that willy up kids), rough sex, creampie, explicit language

♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

tannyhill was too quiet on this particular morning. and it got pretty clear why when you saw the little note from your mother on the kitchen counter, saying that her and ward were out with wheezie. leaving just you and rafe in the house. and way too many days of pent-up want under his skin.

you moved through the kitchen barefoot, hips swaying, your hair twisted up in that lazy messy bun that drove rafe out of his mind. the hem of your shirt swished just below your hips, barely concealing the curve of your ass in those tight little shorts.

he leaned against the kitchen doorway, jaw tense, watching you while you were digging through the cabinets like you lived here for years, like you belonged there. there was no one else in the house. meaning no more excuses.

he could feel it building in his chest, this tight and heavy feeling. he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to kiss you or ruin you. “you always dress like that when people are home?” his voice was low, almost teasing, but thick with something darker.

you didn’t bother to turn around though, “it’s just you,” you said with a shrug that sent your shirt sliding off one bare shoulder.

rafe took a step forward. then another. but you didn’t move, just bent down slowly to grab something off the bottom shelf, giving your stepbrother a full, teasing view of your ass.

your tiny shorts rode up so high he could see the soft edge of skin he had no right looking at. yet you stayed bent, pretending to search for something on the lowest shelf. knowing exactly what you were doing to him.

he exhaled sharply, jaw clenching. “careful.” you looked back innocently over your shoulder. “hm? sorry, didn’t hear you.” that infuriating little smirk on your lips.

that was it.

he stalked across the kitchen in three slow, heavy steps. pressed up behind you before you could blink. one hand on your plush hip, the other braced flat on the counter beside you. caging you in.

“you think this is cute?” he growled, voice rough against the shell of her ear. “bending over in front of me like that and showing me your whole fucking pussy?”

“it’s not?” you blinked up innocently. “no.” he replied sternly, eyes fixed on you like prey. “you gonna do something about it?” you whispered like it was a challenge.

his fingers curled around your hips. tight. and then he did. not caring about anything anymore. he bent you over the counter, dragged those shorts halfway down your thighs, and found nothing underneath.

“fuck,” he hissed under his breath, palming your bare ass. “you walked around like this? knowing i was in the house?” you made a soft, breathy sound. neither a yes or a no. your body just arched into his like it was instinct, like you’d been waiting for this just as long.

his hands roamed all over you, pulling you back until there was no space left between you, only friction, only breathless tension and the sound of your little moans in his ear as he pressed into you hrough clothes that suddenly felt like barriers.

rafe couldn’t take it anymore. he undid his belt fast, shoving his jeans down just enough, his cock already painfully hard. and then he pushed into you. fast, deep, and without any warning. you gasped, both hands flat on the counter, arching for more. “rafe—oh god—”

“you want to tease me?” he gritted, pounding into your poor cunt, hips snapping hard. “then you better be ready to take it.”

and you took it. moaning with every thrust, legs spread wide, ass pushed back into him like you were starved for it. he grabbed your hair, yanked your head back just enough to hear you panting his name between gasps.

smack, his hand landed hard on your ass, making you yelp and clench around him. “look at you,” he groaned. “gripping me so hard. fuckin’ filthy slut.”

“i’ve wanted this so much, rafey” you breathed, voice high and desperate as you felt his cock hit every right spot. “wanted you.”

and he fucking lost it.

his pace went rougher, slamming into you so hard the counter shook, your moans bouncing off the walls. he was grunting in your ear, muttering filth you could barely process. it was all heat and sweat, the sound of his cock dragging through your wetness, over and over again.

“tell me who you belong to,” he demanded. “you,” you cried. “i belong to you,” gasping for air. “that’s right, sissy.” he smirked, watching his cock go in and out of your already leaking cunt, that shit eating grin not once faltering.

he could feel the way your walls were tightening around him, already pulsing as you were a moaning, completely wrecked. “gonna make a mess all over your stepbrother’s cock, hm?”

all you could was nod, “yes, yes, yes.” only hushed whispers leaving your lips. “c’mon then, slut. cum for me.” he gritted through his teeth, his hand landing harshly on your ass.

and when you came, you shattered. your whole body trembling, legs going weak, face buried in your arms as you choked out his name. rafe followed seconds later, thrusting deep and groaning low in your ear as he spilled inside you, hips finally slowing, chest heaving against your back.

you stayed there for a moment, bodies tangled, sweat-slicked and panting, you still bent over the counter, his cock resting inside your cunt as if he didn’t want to let go.

that’s when you finally looked back at him then, lips swollen, and cheeks red. “so…” you said, breathless. “you always handle your arguments like that?” he grinned, eyes still dark. “only when someone forgets their manners.”

tags: @kisses4rafey @tinythebunni @littlelamy @pintrestgrl

[arbitrarykiwi]

Hyiaa, I just say I'm absolutely OBSESSEDDDD with your Thanos and Nam-gyu fics, seriously you're amazing and I CAN'T stop smiling at the screen whenever I read them like??? You're way of writing if fucking immaculate wtf?? Girl you better keep up with the good work🫶🏽

But now I'm wondering how the boys react during reader's menstrual cycle... OR EVEN BETTER... HEAR ME OUT

When she's OVULATING

BAM I said it

I AM SO FUCKING SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!??? totally didn’t get started then get lost in my drafts….and I also didn’t totally revamp it once I found it again. This is literally such a good ask. Also thank you for the kind words??? I LOVE KNOWIN I MAKE YEW SMILE WHEN YOU READ MY THINKS ON THANGYUUU <333

I went with a headcannon style for writing this one (I hope you don’t mind)

Warnings: 18+ , nsfw / sfw themes

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Okay so…admittedly at first they were both so ass with anything to do with periods or ovulation or anything to do with period products- completely oblivious

They both know what a period is, they just don’t particularly realize how much of an effect it has on someone who experiences a period until you’ve come along

Thanos 100% though a ‘heavy flow’ was a new way of saying a rapper had good bars in their raps

When you first told them you had cramps they straight up asked if if you overdid it with a workout or something

When you had to ask them to get you pads or tampons for the first time…fucking hell it was a challenge

They just need to be trained </3

The group chat you had with the three of them was blowing up nonstop. As much as you loved them, this only made your headache worse.

‘Why is there so fucking many’

‘I’ve lost Nam-Gyu. Do I call 911?!’

‘No don’t call 911, you’re in a small store you’ll find him’

‘I told you the brand I needed.’

‘Okay yeah, you told me the brand but you didn’t tell me that brand would have so many fucking products. Like I mean come on…there’s like 70 different options here.’

‘Found Nam-Gyu! :D What does “with wings” mean?’

‘I want the ones with the wings. Just get any brand at this point idc.’

‘Wings for my angel’

‘Wait are you mad now?! :( I swear I’m trying here can’t say the same for shit-for-brains’

‘You’re too pussy to say it out loud that’s why you text it :P’

‘Not mad ‘Gyu…just tired and hurting. Get ones with wings and the overnight kind.’

‘What size pussy you wear?’

Once they got back from that trip you explained to them why there was so many options and how you had a specific favorite brand and even more specific product from that brand

They then took pictures of all four sides of the pad or tampon box to save or for the next time they tried to find your items

After seeing how it affected you, the way you’re more lethargic and in pain, they begin to take your menstrual cycle more seriously than you do.

Nam-Gyu then has your cycle in his calendar and shares it with Thanos as well as you

The second that calendar reminder goes off, you’re getting texts from both of them to confirm if it came on that day

They also can’t seem to grasp that although your period sucks and it’s worse on some days and not others- it’s something you’ve been dealing with for a long while and you know how to cope with everything- you’re not dying.

You falter in your steps when a sharp pain hits? They’re asking if they need to take you to the hospital. You get up to change your pad or tampon a little sooner than normal? They’re both convinced you’re bleeding out

After learning about what you need and what your period is like, they’re both attentive in their own ways.

“Here you go, girlie.” Nam-Gyu says tapping your shoulder and passing a hot bowl of homemade Ramen over your shoulder from behind the couch.

Your eyes widen and you turn around, smiling at him with a wide but tired smile. This has been a particularly tough day, horrible cramps, heavy flow, headaches, the whole lot. “Ohhhh!! You’re the fucking best.” You say, taking the warm bowl from his hands.

“Mhm, I know~” he says, leaning over the back of the couch and bending down to kiss the crown of your head, he’s ruffling your hair before grabbing a bottle of water out of his apron pocket and placing it against your legs on the couch, “You better fuckin’ drink this, you can’t only drink soda- you’ll get dehydrated.”

Your attention is turned away from Nam-Gyu when the front door opens. “I’m back!!” Thanos calls out, wide grin becoming impossibly wider when he sees you sitting on the couch. “Ahhh!! My baby! Perfect, I come bearing gifts.”

Thanos walks towards you, dropping a couple plastic bags down on the couch and sifting through them, beginning to hand you things one by one. “Okay so I got you more of those pain meds you like…” he’s placing the bottle in your lap.

“Got you some chocolates…they unfortunately didn’t have your favorite so I got literally every other one they had in store so we can now decide on a second one to have as a backup for next time…” he’s lifting one of the plastic bags, now identified as being solely chocolate.

“And got you more pads like you requested, the exact ones you requested.” He always says that now after the first pad incident.

You smile wide and lean to reach him, “Thank you!!” You say holding your bowl of ramen steady, “gimme kiss, handsome!” Thanos leans in happily, connecting his lips with yours in a slow kiss.

“Take your meds.” Nam-Gyu calls from the kitchen. Thanos is pulling away, realizing the Ramen in your hand then quickly making his way into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Nam-Gyu from behind and hooking his chin over the household cook’s shoulder.

“Ramen for dinner?”

“Mhm…she requested it.”

“I’ll take them in a bit!” You’re calling out over your shoulder to Nam-Gyu, too engrossed in the level of the video game you’re playing to pause to take the pain medication

“I will come over there and shove them down your throat, princess- don’t test me.”

“Ooooo, so hot when you scold her ‘Gyu.” Thanos coos, squeezing Nam-Gyu tighter.

Now when you’re ovulating?

Those two freaks just know

It’s something about how you hold yourself, how you walk, the little purr that takes over you voice- they just can tell

Almost like dogs, they can smell when you’re ovulating. It’s not that they can smell your arousal- they always say it’s your skin. It’s something uniquely you that almost makes their ears ring.

Pheromones. What they’re smelling is pheromones.

Being in a relationship with the both of them, being near each other almost all hours of almost every day, being intimate- they’re so in tune with you that they can pick up on the slight hints your body gives them.

Also…with living with the both of them…With those two fine ass men around ready to do whatever you ask?- you don’t have to do much to get whatever you need

Wanna watch them fuck each other just while you use your favorite little vibrator on yourself? Done!

Want to just spend hours sucking them both off because there’s just something about the weight of their cocks in your mouth that makes your mind go numb? Lol! Easy money!

It’s when you’re ovulating that they realized they might actually not be able to keep up with you in terms of sex- you’re making them fuck you over and over until both of them are twitching and damn near crying from overstimulation while you’re crying for another round

They end up developing a fucking system where they’re practically tagging each other in and out of the ‘ring’ like some wwe fighters or something (the ring being your pussy)

Also- they’re both so whipped they give you whatever you want when you want it

It’s 3am… and here you were, waking up randomly with a huge throbbing in your lower stomach and damp panties. You do try to get back to sleep, but you mind is flashing with images of the little session that put you to sleep to begin with.

Stuffed so full of both their cocks, begging them to cum inside you over and over until you were fucked stupid- yeah…you weren’t getting back to sleep anytime soon.

You wiggle a bit, loosening yourself out of the mess of limbs that was currently the cuddle pile. Nam-Gyu was to your right, facing you with his arms lightly draped over your stomach. Thanos was to your left, curled into you with one hand arched over your head on the pillows and tangled in Nam-Gyu’s hair.

You’re huffing, tossing and turning trying to ease yourself of the heat that is taking over your entire body. You need them.

Whining, you’re turning your head to press your forehead against Thanos��� and rub your nose against his, your hand tracing up his bare torso- he doesn’t wake up. He rouses, his face twitching into a blissed out smile and his cock begins to grow in his boxers- but he’s not away.

“C’monn.” You whine louder, but still nothing. You’re about to turn over and begin to try and wake Nam-Gyu but you can already feel his side of the bed shift.

Nam-Gyu’s arm removes itself from holding you as he flops down on his back, his eyes still closed- you almost think he’s asleep. You then see his hand fish out his hardening cock.

“C’mon, take what you need, girlie.” His voice is soft, laced with sleep, and creaky- it only makes you wetter. His hand is lazily pumping his cock, getting himself hard as you straddle his thighs.

You’re huffing and whining, removing his hand from his cock and replacing it with yours. The second you drag his fat cock head through your folds you’re nearly falling over on top of him. You’re still so fucking sensitive but you need it.

Sinking down onto him, you’re spearing your cunt open on his thick length, a wanton cry ripping from your throat.

Apparently all you needed to do was moan out all nice and pretty to wake up Thanos because now he’s up and beginning to make his way behind you.

“How rude…” he scoffs, his voice deep and rough. Thanos’ tattooed hands push your down forward on Nam-Gyu, hand staying on your lower back to push you into that deep arch he love sooo much, “Didn’t wanna invite me?”

Thanos is prodding his already hard cock at your stuffed pussy, “I-I tried! You didn’t wake up!” You whine, beginning to feel the wide stretch of having both their cocks deep inside you. You’re pressing your hips back eagerly, seeking more.

“Hmm didn’t try hard enough…must not want it that bad…” He’s drawing his hips back and pulling out, his cock dragging deliciously against Nam-Gyu’s who is now wide awake.

“No I do! I tried- I swear- you sleep so fucking hard. I wan’ both of you!” You’re pleading, trying to press your hips back but it’s not working with how they hold you.

“Don’t be so mean to her…” Nam-Gyu coos like he’s not the one holding your hips in place, “…she’s a needy thing and you’re just mad I woke up first.”

“Well now neither of you are going back to sleep anytime soon.” Thanos says, plunging his cock deep inside you, ripping a high pitched moan from both you and Nam-Gyu

All in all, the two boyfriends are better than one applies here because they both know exactly how to take care of you during those times!!

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[ocyus-stuff]

Omg omg this post???? Top tier. Yes gimme unhinged Batkids and a Bruce who swears they hung the stars and could do now wrong. I wanna write a fanfic exploring more of this honestly

Steph, once he and Stephanie patch up their relationship will follow the same intensity as the rest of the batkids me thinks. Cause this man pays for her anything without even batting an eye. Oh, her mother is a drug addict??? Talk to her and give her rehab. Also Bruce will want to do right by her cause the way he treated her when she first became Robin back when he was drowning in his grief, horrible, he feels so guilty. They're dynamic is so hilarious. Steph and Jason have an interesting parallel so there's that. She's just as bad as the rest of them. This girl will eviscerate any Bruce bad mouthers on site. Bruce doesn't care but she's petty as hell

For Babs I think it wouldn't be so obvious from the outside but she has the potential honestly. Cause obviously Jim Gordon doesn't want her to fight crime and Babs have to hide this side of her from him. It must feel so lonely. And then Bruce came and saw her wanting to help, wanting justice so how could he not help and guide her. That must her made her felt so seen. So now as Oracle, she releases all the blackmail that she got and destroys them.

Duke Thomas is a menace cause his first reaction to having his parents jokerized was to start his own version of a vigilante team and just beat people up. Once he masters his powers, it's on sight. This man has blinded so many people. Like Bruce help him, gave him the means to fight for what he believed and not to mention, a whole pack of siblings to keep him company - a new start. It's insane how much this emo man changed all of their lives. Of course they're gonna be a little insane about him (aside from the fact that they're all also very traumatized and that pain manifested into motherhenning Bruce)

Also thank you for reading my silly silly fic :3

I got a new idea hehehehehe (I haven’t seen it much, but that might be my own 'not searching' before I got the idea.)

But!

I really like the idea of the kids turning completely obsessive with Bruce. Not in a weird way. In the sense that, since legit every other parental figure in their life is dead/incapacitated/murdered. They only have Bruce.

So as they finally find solace in Bruce (in this hc it’s WetCatBattinson, cause he’s pathetic and l love him so much). They go completely insane with the idea that he could be killed, or even so much as hurt.

The first time they each see him stumble into the cave, and collapse onto the floor calling for Alfred, they all lose their minds. This is their new family and they can’t even protect it. They have to protect him. Protect him. Protect. Protect. Protect him.

Dick starts it of course, his family died in front of him, and he goes on a revenge spree. When he finally calms down and accepts Bruce’s genuine care for him, they go after him together. But when the worse villains then come on the radar. And Bruce gets severely hurt, Dick completely shuts down, he’s even more feral than before, screaming and yelling that he’ll kill everything, and he’s even freaking out at Alfred because Bruce seems uncomfortable in the treatment he’s doing. (he was resetting his dislocated shoulder).

Jason as well, he’s a street kid, and never really had true comfort, ever. And suddenly his life is a fairy tail, he has a strained relationship with his brother, but his new guardian seems to love him. It’s less sudden as it was with Dick, but no less than. It’s a gradual obsession, with everything he does, everyone he interacts with, goes to galas with, what is he doing when he’s not with Jason.

It certainly can’t be more important than him, certainly Bruce loves him more than anything, they’ve been fighting with their lives on the line together for so long now. Bruce loves him, more than anything right? Right?

He has to.

Jason loves him more than anything.

So Bruce has to love him just as much.

When Dick sees this child standing still, but absolutely seething when Commissioner Gordon put his arm around Batman when he was happy a case was finally over. And a small smile, was ever so slightly visible, on the otherwise emotionless Batman.

Dick recognizes that look, a look of deep possessiveness, one he saw in himself, before breaking off on his own in Blüd, but was sitting just beneath the surface. Bubbling up whenever he sees Bruce get hurt.

He pulls Jason aside, maybe making sure he doesn't go too far like he did, and lash out at the people near Bruce. He has to play this carefully if he wants to keep being right by his side. And to make sure Bruce is still happy. It would make him sad if his children went too far for him, even if they think it would be better for that scumbag who was flirting with Bruce, to die. They can't do that, not in public at least. They can uncover the scandals and make sure they're no longer on the guest list, but they can't go too far.

Bruce can't be sad.

Not because of them.

When Tim enters Bruce's life, his deep obsession has already been festering for so long. This is his idol, and he needs help. He needs Tim's help.

He needs him.

Like how much Tim needs him.

When he takes up the mantle, and Bruce is in his fragile mindset, worrying about Tim all the time, since he can't fuck up another time.

This is completely different from what Tim is used to. His idol worries about him, about what he eats, how much he sleeps, if he gets hurt and how he feels at all times.

This only fuels Tim's obsession even more, he's not just a hero, he's Tim's and Tim's hero alone. And Tim won't let anyone break him when he's spent so much time trying to build him up again. Nothing will get in the way of Bruce being happy, not the villains and certainly not some second rate annoyance at a gala, who's company Tim can make disappear overnight if he looks at Bruce that way again.

When Jason then comes back and the Titan's tower incident occurs, it goes a little differently.

Tim lets it slip that Bruce is his now, he doesn't need anyone other than him. He won't let anyone or anything make Bruce break down like that again.

Jason, like Dick, sees it. Sees this child become what he too was, and he ends up talking to him about what he means. Jason realizing that everything Talia told him, maybe wasn't as true as he thought, maybe Bruce really did care.

Tim might recognize this as a chance to make Bruce even more happy, so he doesn't have to read pride and prejudice while crying to the grave anymore. Won't have that shimmer of sadness in his eye anymore when he looks at the display case in the cave anymore. That Alfred decided was a good idea. It had been an interesting week when Tim uncovered that little titbit, but had shelved it when it had made Bruce sad that they were fighting.

So Tim will entertain the idea of Jason also getting space in Bruce's life, if it resulted it him being more happy. Like it did when Dick was there.

And Jason will take the time to uncover what truly happened while he was gone, maybe his parental love for Bruce wasn't as shallow as he had thought, while he was presumed dead.

So while Jason still finds fault in Bruce's methods, now it also has the undertones that if these scumbags continue to walk. They'll continue to hurt Bruce. And if Tim sends a list of people who needs a good scare for making Bruce uncomfortable, then nobody has to know.

When Damian makes his appearance, it seems to rock everything once again.

Damian has had to listen to both his mother and grandfather talk about this almost perfect specimen. How he was going to be the truly perfect one.

How could he not be obsessed with this man, he's supposed to be him perfectly, and then be even more.

When he finally meets him, he might start out wondering what was even special about him, but slowly he also starts learning why not giving in to killing is almost harder.

He starts seeing who he truly is as a hero, why people look to him as a beacon of hope.

While his obsession started extremely high, falling a little flat, but then taking on a new light, that almost makes it hard for it to not become even stronger than before.

Tim is now the one to see it, how Damian eat the same, trains the same, talks, and walk the same way as Bruce. Almost trying to entirely engulf Bruce's existence into his own. But it's also tittering on too much, it's worrying Bruce. And Tim can't have Bruce become sad because the new child, and if his disappearance would make him even more sad, he'll just have to show him the right way to go about this.

Tim talks to Damian about how it might not be a need to become Bruce, but because Bruce has now become what Damian has always needed in his own life, a strong force that would be the good for the many, taking not the easy way out, but the right way. An existence that sees Damian for what he is, and not what he needs to become.

Cassandras obsession is almost overflowing after a few weeks after being welcomed into the family. Never feeling safe, but now having a place that she can return to and call home. And people who accept her and her past. Working with her to make it better.

She strives to be better in the way her new parent wants her to. But also sees how this life is breaking him down, how he bleeds and hurts for the city, for the city to then still treat him like a criminal.

She saw how it was breaking him down when he couldn't be there for his family, and when the newspapers were speaking badly of his choice as CEO. And the sadness in his eyes when he's too late to a disaster, putting the blame on no one but himself.

Tim and Damian both see how she lingers in the shadows, how she'll put herself at risk to make sure more people get out safely, and how she doesn't seem to care about her injuries until Bruce would pull her to his side to protect her, which only seemed to distress her even more that he's focusing his time to protect her when she could protect herself.

They both sit her down, trying their best to explain how their health is absolutely essential to keeping Bruce happy, if they get hurt he'll be sad, so they cannot get hurt unless absolutely no other option is available.

They explain how to keep Bruce happy, what to avoid with him, how to get him out of situations he doesn't like in public. And how best, to make sure no one harms him.

No one will harm Bruce Wayne

not if his kids have any say in it.

(even if that someone is himself)

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This is a very rambling idea, but I really like obsessive characters. And it fits in my head that the kids absolutely have the potential of turning entirely obsessed with their new parent, since at this point, they don't have anything else.

I did the characters I'm familiar with most, since I'm not entirely clear on Steph/Barbara/Duke. And Duke/Barbara still have parents. Steph also had the potential for obsession when she wants to become Robin, but I'm not sure enough to write it out.

This might also be my more calm version of this take, so tell me if you want a little more feral one too hahahahah

my idea for this was also inspired by this post, by @siriusly-dc

as well as the wonderful fic ‘Your Beauty Is That of Gentle Winter, My Dearest’ By @ocyus-stuff

[ellclarkey]

Dilemma of your own. (Requested)

George Clarke fluff.

warnings: none!

You were a guest on The Useless Hotline.

Fun enough, right?

Well it would be, if you didn’t have a huge secret to hide.

You and George had been dating for almost a year now. Ten months and nineteen days, to be exact not that you were counting. It wasn’t a situationship, it wasn’t a fling. It was real. And very much not public.

It wasn’t that you were ashamed. God, no. If anything, you were tempted daily to post his sleepy face on your Instagram story or show the world how much of a sweetheart he was.

But it just… wasn’t anyone’s business. Friends knew. Family knew. But the internet? That was a line you’d both agreed not to cross.

And now here you were, sitting in the Hotline studio, mic hot, nerves hotter, pretending like George wasn’t sitting across from you with that look he always gave you when he was trying not to smile too wide.

“So today we have a special guest YN!” Max declared

You smiled a real smile

You’d told Max explicitly not to mention relationships too much.

You didn’t trust yourself to lie convincingly, and George well, George had all the subtlety of teenager with a crush. You’d seen the way he looked at you when he thought no one was watching.

The internet would know in seconds.

So Max knew not to push it.

Knew to keep the relationship asking vague, the questions general, the suspicions quiet.

“So today we have a special guest Y/N!” Max declared.

You offered a genuine smile. “Hi, thanks for having me.”

Across the table, George did what he did best kept quiet. Let Max do the talking. Let you shine. His knee was bouncing under the table, though, you could feel it through the floor.

“Alright, we’ve had this one sent in a lot. Y/N, what are you looking for in a man? The listeners need to know.” Max asked with a grin

You smirked.

“Hmm… someone who’s funny. Beautiful eyes. Really good style. And…”

You turned, locking eyes with George just a second too long, “someone who can please me.”

George froze. Jaw clenched. Eyes wide.

Max chuckled.

“Right. Okay. Well. That’s… fantastic. Very specific. Your girl knows what she wants!.” Max says smile still full

You sipped your water innocently. George still hadn’t spoken. His ears had gone pink.

Then, another question hit.

“Here’s a fun one what’s it like being shipped with George?”

A beat.

You could see George visibly brace for impact.

You rolled your eyes dramatically.

“Oh, it’s terrible. Like having to bring your little sibling everywhere. Every time I’m in an edit he is too. To some taylor swift love ship edit”

George barked a laugh.

“He gets enough attention, trust me. I think the fans should move on to someone else.” You add

“Say it louder queen.” Max added

George finally breaks his silence

“Glad to know how you really feel.”

“Just saying what everyone’s thinking.” You smirk

There was a glint in your eye, and George caught it. That flicker of amusement mixed with something else something dangerous. He shot you a sideways look, biting back a smile.

The next few questions were well, fine.

Safe. Predictable.

“What’s your dream travel destination?”

“What’s your writing process like?”

“If you could only eat one meal forever, what would it be?”

You answered each with a smile, keeping your voice light and your words clean. George had mostly stayed quiet, chiming in with the occasional comment or joke, keeping it casual. But every so often, his foot would bump yours under the table. A silent nudge. You’d ignore it. Mostly.

Then, about 30 minutes in, Max glanced off-camera toward the corner of the room.

“Callum, do you have any dilemmas for us?” mas asks.

The director slouched back in his chair, working at the cameras perked up instantly, clearly prepared.

“Yeah, got one.Print it off.” He says pointing to the printer.

“George send this to the printer.”Max says

George types random things on his keyboard “Sent.”

“Here y/n read it” George says passing it to You

“All right. You say clearing your throat. Ive been making moves on my boss and he’s been reciprocating it constantly but we can’t be together due to HQ. What should i do? P.S George you’re fit and max is a skinny legend.”

The room fell dead silent. For a second too long.

You could feel your heart thudding in your ears, trying not to look at George, who was in the same position.

“Well hey, if he’s your boss… who’s gonna fire you if they find out?” You let out breathy laugh.

“Not sure that’s how that works.” Georgge adds.

Max jumps in “I mean hey, if it feels right, do it. Who cares if people find out and you loose your job?”

“Out of touch.” George smirks at max

Max threw a pen at him.

After the episode, once the mics are off and the cameras stop rolling

You pulled George aside the second this was finished.

“I think that dilemma is gonna make it obvious, you twat. Why would you let cal choose that one?”

“Blame Max, not me.” George said seemingly not caring.

“You handed it to me. You literally chose me to read it.”

“You were closest to the printer.”

“You’re closest to death.” You said unable to contain your smile

He laughed, hands raised in defense, but he stepped in a bit closer the grin softening just slightly.

“Seriously though… no one’s gunna know unless we tell them.”

“You don’t think that entire thing screamed secret relationship?” Tou tsk

“I think if we wanted to keep it hidden, maybe don’t describe me as your type then look at me when you say “please me” hmm?” He says annoyingly smug

You rolled your eyes.

“You liked that.” You bit your lip at him

George responds back quieter this time “Yeah. I did.”

You bit back a smile. He looked at you, just a beat longer than necessary.

“If the internet finds out you’re gonna be the one defending it this time.” You smirk

“You’re acting like it’s cancelable that we’re dating.” He says

“Oh hush it.” You say walking back to max.

[charbakugou]

“do you think i could be on the cover of vogue?” you ask absentmindedly as you scroll past the video of a girlfriend asking her boyfriend that same question.

“yeah course’ ” he responds back, tracing up and down ur calf, that was thrown over his lap.

this causes you to pause, you weren’t expecting that answer as you look towards him. he has his reading glasses on, feet kicked up on the coffee table and ipad in his hand. presumably for paperwork he need’s to be filling out.

“what?!” you half ask, half yell at him. frown apparent on your face.

“i said of course, you deaf now?” he asks as he continues writing on his ipad, like he didn’t completely flip your world upside down.

“vogue? like one of the greatest fashion magazines in the world. you know the one that features celebrities on it.”

“yeah i’m fuckin familiar with it.” he says, as he flicks his eyes to you, deadpanned.

“vogue, GQ, vanity fair, hell even the TIME magazine. you could feature on the cover for any of them. why? do you want too?”

and you don’t even process the last part as you stare at him, youre fighting the blush that youre sure is spreading across your cheeks. you easily go back to looking at your phone as you murmur a

“oh. i didn’t, well. i- uh. thanks.”

y/n.exe has apparently stopped working.

you don’t get the chance to hide as he yanks you by your ankle and drags you to middle before hovering over you. he places his ipad on the ground before moving his now free hand to your cheeks.

“didn’t answer my question. do ya wanna be on the cover?”

“absolutely not. it was just a hypothetical question, to which i expected you to say no too” you whisper out, pout fully evident on your face.

“tch and why tf would i say no to that. i wouldn’t be dating ya if you looked like an overgrown wart.” before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“stop ya pouting.”

and you feel the blush deepen as he hovers over you, even after all this time it still made you warm that he thought you were beautiful.

“you think i’m pretty”

and he snorts “duh. i think you’re the prettiest” he says.

and you swing ur arms around his neck, loving how open he’s being, ignoring your blush you push even more.

“what about beautiful?” you murmur against his lips.

“yeah, that too.” he whispers back, eyes already half lidded.

“think you’re beautiful too” you can’t help but whisper back.

“tsk, if it were a competition, you’d win by a landslide baby.” he says, can’t helping himself as he places a quick kiss on your lips.

“letting me win? so not on brand for you oh great explosion murder god dynamight” you giggle.

“yeah, well it wouldn’t even be a competition. my ugly mug against your pretty face? shit baby, you'd win any day.”

and that was enough for you to press your lips against his, a slow slide as you find a rhythm. kissing him always felt like a claim, like he was trying to memorise the shape of your mouth or steal every breath you had. his hands were burning against your cheeks, but neither of you made the kiss frantic. it was slow, a deep press of lips against yours. it’s only when a high pitched whine leaves your lips does he break away.

you’re both panting, as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling his hips in.

“take this pretty face to bed, dynamight.”

“fuck yes, anything for you princess.”

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[starrygirlz]

bite the hand- michael robinavitch x reader

pairing: robby x reader

summary: it's been 12 years of you and Michael, but they weren't easy years

warnings: swearing, kissing, sexual themes but no smut, HEAVY INFIDELITY, cheating, covid scenes, drinking, reader uses feminine pronouns (I think), not beta read

a/n: hey queens! first fic, who dis! this was silly and fun to write. deep themes of bite the hand by boygenius. please interact it boosts my ego! love y'all.

wc: 2.3k

2012-

“Is this seat taken?” you say, pointing to the only open chair the eye can see. This hotel banquet hall is filled to the brim with emergency physicians who are only surviving off of the stale coffee on the side of the room. No one actually cares about the ‘advancements in facial sutures’ presentation the show boat plastic surgeon is giving, they all just have to be there to represent whatever department they work for. 

Three days into this three day conference, you are regretting being the cheerful intern who offered to go to this stupid thing. There is no way in hell it will actually get you any brownie points with your attending, but hey, worth a shot. 

The man looks up at you with annoyingly nice brown eyes. “Oh, um no. All yours” he stutters out. Great, sitting next to one of those doctors who spent too much time reading and not enough time interacting with people. 

About halfway through the godforsaken talk, your seat partner pulls out a water bottle from under his chair. You spot the familiar black and yellow logo as one of the various stickers on it. 

“You like the Penguins?” you whisper in his direction, trying not to disturb the crowd around you. 

“Yeah. I work in Pittsburgh. I treated one of the Pens support staff once, they gave me the sticker as a thank you” he whispers back. Okay, so he can be normal. 

You look at him smiling, “Oh! I work in Pittsburgh too. I’m an intern at Presby”. He looks shocked at your confession, like you told him too much, or something he didn’t want to hear. But after a beat, smiles and looks back at you” 

“I’m an attending at Pittsburgh Trauma,” he tells you, looking for your reaction. You smile and nod and turn your head back towards the speaker droning on. 

After the session is finished, you slip out of the room before he gets the chance to say anything more. Hours later, you find yourself at the hotel bar, alone at a high top table looking down at your drink.

“Is this seat taken?” your head pops up at the question. The man, whose name you never got, is standing across from you. You smile to yourself for a breath. 

“All yours, on one condition though” you request. He looks at you quizzically, but nods for you to continue. “I learn your name”. 

“That's easy enough. Michael Robinavitch, but most people call me Robby. Can I learn yours or is this a one way street?” You both giggle before you tell him your name. You both enjoy a few drinks, chatting about work, school, and Pittsburgh. Before you know it, you’re being pushed up against the door of his hotel room. 

“Fuck, Michael” you moan out while he kisses your neck. You make quick work of undoing his button down while he picks you up and throws you onto the bed. As he sinks to his knees in front of you, you blurt out “Wait! I’m engaged”. 

He picks himself off the floor while you sit up. “Oh wow, okay, I’m so sorry” he says, trying to look anywhere but you. 

“No no, don’t apologize, I should have told you before we got this far. I’m sorry, really”

“Um, what should we, do you want to go? I mean like-” you cut him off by rising to your feet and grabbing his collar, turning his head just slightly to look at you. 

“I think you should kiss me again, Michael” Somehow, all the morals in his body left him when you said his name like that. So he kisses you again and brings you back to his bed. 

2016- 

You haven’t spoken to Michael for four years. You have seen him in passing at different work events where ED physicians of Pittsburgh come together, but you haven’t spoken. What you have done though is add a second ring on your left hand. No kids, still in the same rental house, but marriage? You had done that. 

You and your husband, Cooper, were out with some other couples from your neighborhood. It was some new bar arcade that were all the rage. You are dragging your feet across the sticky floor, coming off a 12 hour shift. Being one of only a few senior residents in your class, it felt like the shifts never stopped. But Cooper was insistent that tonight was the day where all the couples go out. You sat nursing a beer that had gone warm, watching as Cooper and some of the other guys play Mini Hoop. The wives are chatting around you about nothing in particular, or at least you weren’t listening close enough to follow. 

Your feet start moving back towards the bar before your brain can catch up to them. Ordering another drink, you look around. Your eyes land on someone familiar and before you can stop yourself you say, “Michael?”

His head whips around at you, seemingly abandoning his conversation. He calls your name and pulls you into an awkward side hug. “How have you been? It’s been a long time” . You think to yourself about why he is so cheery for the man who you knowingly had an affair with years ago, then you spot the four empty beers on the bar top next to him. Everything clicks. 

Before you can answer him, the bartender comes over with your beer. They ask if you want anything else. You throw caution to the wind and say, “Two tequila shots please”. If Michael is drunk, you might as well be too. After throwing those back, along with your beer, Michael introduces you to his friend Jack. You all chit chat while Cooper is still off playing pool with his friends. 

After some time, Michael leans into you and whispers “You still engaged?”

“Married” you respond. 

“You still want to get out of here? I live a block away?” 

“Let me go make some excuses. Meet me outside” You saunter off to go find your husband, thinking of ways that you could cover for leaving, but not going home. 

“Hey baby!” He shouts, way louder than he needs to. Perfect, he’s drunk. 

“Hey. I have to go into work, someone got sick and they really need someone to cover for a few hours. I’ll meet you at home later?” You lie through your teeth. Someone else makes a shot with their cue as he nods and yells an ‘I love you’ in your direction. You say one back and make your exit. 

Michael is perched outside, impatiently awaiting your arrival. He is fiddling with something in his coat pocket and bouncing his leg. Once you two are out of eyeshot of the bar, he leans in to kiss you. You both melt into it, like it has been a missing piece to your lives. 

He pulls back, looking at you and says “I’ve been waiting for four years to do that”

“What else have you been waiting to do?” Your eyes shimmer up at him. He pulls a lopsided grin, takes your hand, and drags you in the direction of his place. Not for a moment do you think about your husband. It doesn’t feel wrong with Michael. It feels better actually, better than it ever does with Cooper. 

2020- 

The pandemic fucking sucks. There are no other feelings that you have attached to it. It just fucking sucks. Especially when your administration moves you into a different hospital. 

There just aren’t enough doctors. The Presby ED is turning into a makeshift urgent care for non-COVID related patients, but it seems like all patients everywhere are COVID related. So the ward at PTMC needs more help, you need to go. 

Before isolation started, you and Michael Robinavitch had a standing meeting at his place every other Tuesday. Cooper thought you were working, Michael didn’t have anyone to lie to. At least no one of importance or no one who cared. It wasn’t always sex. Sometimes you sat in his living room and argued about the Beatles. But nine times out of ten he was fucking you until you couldn’t walk staright. This arrangement had been going on for almost four years, but somehow, Cooper still had no idea. 

The pandemic had busted that meeting up though. You two basically lived at the hospital, too tired to even think about kissing each other. Working together also puts a damper on both of your sex drives. You don’t want to give anyone any ideas about what has gone on between the two of you. Jack knew that you were old friends, but no one else had any clue into what has really been happening over the past eightish years. 

Michael is on edge, you are all on edge. But not the good kind that makes you better doctors. Not the kind of on edge that happens after you run a successful code. This is the kind of on edge that you feel when things are about to go wrong. 

He is treating Doc Adamson, his mentor. Every other doctor in the place offered to switch with him, but he insisted that it had to be him. It has to be him that makes sure he gets better. You are treating a little girl right next to him. Everything logical in your body knows neither of them are going to survive this. 

“I’m giving the ECMO machine to your kid” He says when he walks into the room. Your head snaps up so fast, it’s dizzying. 

“What? No. We don’t even know if it will make her better. You can’t just–”

“It’s been 17 days. He’s not getting better”

“It’ll kill him Michael” 

“So will knowing that we could have tried harder to save her!” He walks out of the room, giving an order to the nurse to call cardiology and switch the machine. You don’t feel yourself following him. Mentally you’re still rechecking her vitals, listening to the whirr of the ventilators around you. But your feet aren’t there. 

They find Michael outside. 

“I don’t have a mask on, stay six feet” he says without looking up. He knows exactly who it is without it. 

“You didn’t have to do that” you say, sliding down the wall a few feet away from him. 

“You know I did” 

“Yeah, I do” 

“I miss you” he admits quietly, more like he is saying it to himself. 

“I know that too”

“You can’t even fucking say that you miss me too?” 

“Michael of course I miss you, you know–”

“You know I don’t know what else you want from me. I have given you fucking everything you could ask for and yet you still don’t even care” he stands up, throwing his hands in the air. 

“I do care, I have just other things to care about too”

“Oh what? Your fucking husband? The one you have been cheating on consistently for four years? Fuck, even before then too. He is really what is stopping you?” 

“You don’t want this. Not seriously. I promise that you have the best deal right now, all the best parts just for you” 

“Maybe I want the bad parts too? Have you ever considered that? That maybe I want more than you just biting the hand that feeds you. Oh because your marriage is fucking perfect? That’s why you want to stay with him? Seriously y/n what else do you want from me?” He spits out, yelling now. 

“I want the marriage Michael! I want to be a grown up!” 

“You want the marriage? Okay fine, get divorced today and I will marry you tomorrow. I’m serious. But you are too fucking scared of it. You are terrified that you will be happy with me” 

“Yeah, I am. Is that what you want me to say? I’m horrified that I will be happier with you than I ever was with him. I’m sorry” your voice is quieter now. He sees the tears falling from your waterline and his eyes soften in return. 

“No, no I’m sorry. I never should have said any of that” 

“It’s okay, you meant it. You really would marry me?” 

“The last four years gave you no inclination that maybe I fucking love you more than anything else in my life?” 

“I don’t know, I thought maybe you only liked me because you couldn’t have me. If it’s worth anything, I love you too” you pull out your phone and immediately open the phone app. Michael spots your favorite list from over your shoulder. It's his name, and then Coopers. You click on Coopers contact. 

He picks up on the second ring, you guys don’t call often. You tell him that you are moving out. 

Michael is shocked that Cooper doesn’t seem surprised. You look at him and say “we are already in the process of divorce”

His eyes blow wide in a look of both betrayal and excitement. “It hasn’t been working for a long time. We got married way too young. He knew that too” you tell him. 

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers, throwing all caution of being at work to the wind. 

“Sure, but we have to go back inside”

2024-

Dana thinks Michael is especially prickly today. It’s the anniversary of Adamson’s death. It’s a weird day for everyone. 

People knew that the two of you are married, but not a soul knows how long ago it started. That’s not their business. 

“Where’s Dr. Girl Robinavitch?” Dana asks, looking for you to take a patient that just got roomed. 

“Don’t call her that,” he said. 

“Jeez, okay Sad Boy” she said, looking elsewhere. 

Once she finds you she says, “Robby is fun today”. 

Taking the tablet, you say, “well you know what today is” 

Simultaneously, you say “the day doc died” and “the day he confessed his love for you”. 

You turned to Dana, shocked. She just shrugs and says, “You would think he would be at least a little bit less bitter. But I don’t know, a weird day for both to happen”. 

“He told you that?”

“No, of course not. I just know everything”. 

[anghraine]

#i kept this in drafts for a long time thinking i would write some clever comment here#but obviously not now#anyway it's just really! good! to read#because this whole reading of kirk as a strongly masculine character keeps me stuck#like did you guys even watch this show?#and while i now understand better where all this kirk drift came from it's honestly such a lousy story#this is probably one of the most notable misinterpretations of the character /for the worse/ over time (via @betty-fran)

Thank you very much!

Easily one of the biggest surprises for me, when I marathoned the whole show, was what I affectionately think of as the "Captain Gender" scenes scattered throughout it. The fluidity of Kirk's navigation of gender performance in TOS, him being either unconcerned or aggressively deliberate about leaning into feminine conventions when it's either useful or he simply feels like it, is so fun and refreshing after so much modern media that feels like... at best, toothless corporate queernorm that is fundamentally reactionary about gender in a way that TOS couldn't have really imagined even while navigating the iron grip of what could be nationally syndicated in 1966 and their own assumptions.

I especially enjoy that it's one thing if Kirk chooses to adopt a more conventionally masculine role for this or that situation—but if he's pressured into taking on a restrictively gendered role, he's going to be a lot more uncomfortable being cornered into being Charlie's father figure than Nomad's mother figure. Even at his most masculine, that's never all or most of what he is, or how he seems to really even understand gender as a person.

It's not even that his way of understanding/engaging with gender is perfect or anything; it's very true to how he feels, but not by any means for everyone. But I do find the contrast between his theatrical performativity vs the alternative but inflexible supreme masculinity of Spock and the comfortable familiarity of McCoy's just really fascinating—and extremely surprising from their reputations, especially Kirk's.

But even fan spaces that dislike Kirk Drift tend to have a strong preference for binding him tightly to masculinity even beyond what Spock and McCoy get. Some is no doubt influenced by the movies, which work to masculinize him (as the original "Kirk Drift" article pointed out, iirc!), but it was definitely a shock to have so much of a sense of not just the awful pop culture take on him but also even the friendlier, not at all dudebro fannish takes that define him so overwhelmingly with masculinity, and then to watch even sketchy episodes like "Who Mourns for Adonais?" and realize this is the character they're talking about:

So I just discovered a cool conversation that spun off from one of my tag monologues on a gifset—I'd seen the initial tag peer review, but hadn't realized they'd gone further than that until @ladytharen tagged me. Yet again I didn't want to pester the original gifmaker too much, so I decided to respond separately to the part I found especially interesting.

For context, these were my original tags on the "This little thing? Just something I slipped on :)" Kirk captivity scene from "Tomorrow is Yesterday":

#captain gender strikes again! #i appreciate the read on this scene as 'captain kirk is a queer guy flirting with random 20th cent dudes holding him captive. bicon' #but personally my read is 'captain kirk is a queer guy deliberately leaning into effeminacy to fuck with hypermasc douchebros #from the very era in which the show was made irl. bicon' #it's definitely flirty but it is an aggressively feminine-coded flirtiness that's going to triply bother these kinds of guys #ngl i feel like kirk enjoys fucking with gender norms in all directions just because of who he is as a person (his true gender: diva) #but it's extra fun when it lets him troll ultra-military assholes neurotic about their own masculinity who are trying to intimidate HIM #(these guys aren't his type at all - christopher is much more that - but as usual that's not the point of the flirtation #k/s is nerd4nerd but also troll4troll)

I was really intrigued by this response from @mycroftrh, and thinking about it again on this inauguration of Pride month.

#yeah#in a certain context queerness and effeminacy are power#these are also unfortunately often the same contexts where queerness can get you hate crimed#but if you’re gonna be beat up/killed anyway…#you might as well make the homophobes maximally uncomfortable first

Yep, exactly. You can absolutely see the moment when he decides on exactly which side of his personality he's going to use for maximum effect on these gender policing, homophobic, ultra-military, paranoid bigots from the 60s:

I do think it's interesting that the full scene includes not only Kirk's bisexual chaos gremlin diva genderfuckery (enrichment for him!) but moments of fear and defiance:

He doesn't drop the flamboyance until he wants to, though. And the framing, lighting, angles etc only serve to emphasize their attempts to loom even more over him, aggressively get into his space, gesture right at his face to unsettle him, and his refusal to be intimidated by these fundamentally pathetic responses that are by no means free from real danger, just silly and contemptible nevertheless. It's not that he's too disdainful or amused at his own hijinks to understand how easily this could go very wrong. He simply has no respect for these men and enjoys leveraging their own hang-ups against them.

His eye make-up is also more than usually noticeable in the close-ups in this scene—even compared to other scenes in the same episode—which seems maybe not unrelated!

I think it's also worth pointing out that, TOS make-up aside, Kirk's navigation of gender performance in the original series is ... let's say, idiosyncratic. Most of the 23rd-century male characters are far more inflexible and singular about what gendered roles they're willing or able to inhabit. Kirk specifically is very deliberately fluid and versatile and theatrical about a lot of things, very much including gender performance and sexuality.

[stargazingcarol]

Some of you should really remember that writing fanfiction is supposed to be a safe space to write whatever you want, however you want.

I've seen a lot of discourse on here, specifically for the Bob Reynolds (thunderbolts) fandom on how one should write Bob.

Let me hold your hand when I say this: you write him however the fuck you please and don't let anyone tell you you should write him a certain way.

"Oh but they're erasing this and that of his character." Well let me tell you that some people love the character so much but hate the setting so much that they make something called an AU and suddenly Bob and Yelena are college best friends. Have you ever heard of an AU? Alternative Universe? Seems like some of you haven't.

I'm trying to be as nice as possible but I'm FED UP. Seeing discourse after discourse on how one should write a character. It's a character!!!! It's not real life!!!!!! You write him however you want. If you want to write Bob as a college drop out or as a bartender or whatever the fuck. YOU CAN!!!!!

PLEASE don't let this discourse come in the way of your writing. I have close writer friends (who write for Bob) tell me they're scared to write for him bc of the discourse. Bc they're scared to write him "the wrong way". This is what the discourse is doing. Making writers feel like THEY have to write him a certain way when that's just not realistic.

If you want to write bob as straight, bi, gay YOU CAN. If u want to write him going to the beach and having a nice time or as a professor for poetry. YOU CAN!!!!!

I've never in my life seen this much discourse on "how to write a character". Maybe cause in the other parts of fandom people understand that you can choose a superhero character and suddenly he is a barista or even a fucking stripper.

Don't know if it's cause I've been too long on fandoms (I'm 27) but this discourse is honestly very very VERYYYYY unnecessary.

People need to remember that in fanfiction anything is possible. Even the things you hate and don't like reading. Everyone has things they would rather not read. Just scroll past it and MOVE ON!!!!

But don't under any circumstances tell people WHAT to write and HOW to write it. It's time we move past this discourse and let the Bob as a stripper fics commence.

Thank you.

[eternal-sunflowers]

Shirtless Daydreams (or Realities)

AO3 | written for @steddiemicrofic june prompt: hot (but I'm late, still wanted to share!) | rating: t | wc: 315 | cw: light sexual teasing, nipple piercings | tags: post-s4, everyone lives, steve pov, pre-steddie, Steve has a massive crush on Eddie, and vice versa

It’s not that Steve’s never seen Eddie shirtless before. He has. Hundreds of times.

Hell, most times Steve comes over, Eddie’s shirtless in bed, guitar slung across his lap, alternating pen and pick in hand as he writes. 

Eddie’s swam with the kids. Taken off his shirt during band practices. Thrown it off while dancing, high off his ass, in Steve’s living room. 

So, it’s not that he’s never seen Eddie shirtless before.

It’s that Steve’s seen Eddie shirtless so many times that he’s catalogued every sliver of Eddie’s chest to memory, calling on it in the hush of night when no one can see where his mind wanders.

That’s why he immediately notices that something’s…different. 

”What…is that?” Steve croaks, eyes fixated on Eddie’s singular remaining nipple. 

More accurately, on the shiny bit of metal now angrily poking through said nipple.

“Well, is that any way to greet someone, sweetheart?” 

“Uh—“

Eddie chuckles. ”Neat, huh?” Thumbs over the bar, just barely. “Got it yesterday. Whatcha think?”

Steve’s eyes stay frozen on the piercing, mouth opening and closing fruitlessly.

He’s been hopelessly gone on Eddie for far too long now. Thought there wasn’t a single thing Eddie could do to change that. Didn’t think Eddie could do anything to be any fucking hotter.

And then, of course, he fucking goes and gets his singular nipple pierced. 

Something Steve is learning he is apparently very into.  

“Ya know,” Eddie leans in, whispers directly into Steve’s ear, fucking christ, “if I knew piercing my nipple would’ve gotten this reaction, I would have done it months ago.”

Steve freezes, eyes flicking between piercing and Eddie’s lips.

Eddie smiles, gently tugs Steve along. “C’mon, sweetheart. I’ll let you touch it if you ask real nice.”

Steve stumbles after Eddie, still unsure if this is real or his hottest dream yet, but he’s not about to waste any time either way.

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[gin-juice-tonic]

Hi! I really love your comics and the 80s ford sim! The time you took to make it is amazing and I like reading the dialogue you post :D I love seeing transfalls comics and just, the dialogue and scenarios are a comforting and funny read!

I was wondering if you have any advice or tips on how to write Ford? Have a wonderful day!

Hello, thank you for the nice words. I'm happy you like my things.

Instead of telling you my own beliefs about how Ford acts/talks specifically, I thought maybe I could break this advice down into something more general. At least to start. Writing for a pre-existing character to me is generally broken up into two big things: Their Personality Traits and their Manner of Speech.

When you are trying to figure out how to write someone, I think it would be helpful to think about things that really stand out in your memory that they either did or said, and then try to find commonalities between those things. And what they have in common may indicate a character trait or the way they talk.

If we were to use Ford as an example, some things I think of when I think of him are (under the cut):

The grin on his face when describing his very illegal infinity-sided die in DDmD, His "My face is on fire!" stunt from vs the Future, and his re-arranging of Fiddlefords cube in J3.

If we were to look at what these moments have in common, I would say they indicate Ford is a bit mischievous.

Another set: his "Princess Unattainabelle beckons you" from DDmD, his "Say Hop! It helps!" and "Your turn!" after using his magnet gun in vs the Future, and his general love of puns in the Journal.

I think these are all good examples of Ford's goofier side. That he's a playful guy.

Those would fall under the Character Traits half of writing him.

For the Manner of Speech bit, it helps to look at how certain lines are structured, or the context under which he says them. These examples will be a little longer due to being a whole line written out...

Set #1:

"On the dark, weird road I travel, I'm afraid you cannot follow. ...Welp! call me for dinner!" From DDmD

"If I rolled it, anything could happen. Our faces could melt into jelly. The world could turn into an egg! ...Or you could just roll an 8. Who knows." Also from DDmD

"So this is how the world ends, not with a Bang, but with a Boop-Boop." From Weird Part 1

All three of these lines have Ford speak in a manner that gives the feeling he is talking about something of some importance/seriousness. Only for him to end his line with something silly and tone breaking. He does this pretty often I feel. Or at least I'm guilty of overusing it, because I always find it funny lol.

Set #2:

"I like this kid! She's weird!" From Tale of Two Stans

"Your math is no match for my gun, you idiot!" From DDmD

"I can assure you if there's an owl in this bag he's long dead." From Last Mabelcorn

There's three different moods going on in these lines, happy, mad, and just kinda neutral. But personally I find them all to be instances of Ford speaking in a very frank manner.

Now, further context in this case is I think important here. This is sort of in a way a variation of the first set I mentioned, because outside of these lines Ford spends a lot of his dialogue speaking in a more formal, intellectual/eloquent way. So this is sort of another way he breaks his own tone.

Another notable piece of context about these three lines is they're all reactions to something said/done by someone else. (The first and third are after talking to Mabel, the second being a reaction to a threat from Probabilitor.)

So to put that all together, you get "Breaking his standard manner of speech, Ford (sometimes) reacts in a frank manner to other characters." Generally this happens as a joke.

So those are some examples. Of both the character trait thing and the speech pattern stuff. I did them as sets, but if an individual line or action feels prominent enough, you could analyze it by itself too.

Obviously there's a lot about Ford that this doesn't encompass, but I hope the method helps you think about how to portray what YOU see in Ford. And you do not have to follow the way I view him. "What lines/things stand out to you" is going to be different for person to person. Maybe you have other lines/ideas you find more defining for him, or maybe even viewing the same lines/ideas, you have different feelings of what they indicate. That's okay too.

[minijenn]

The Ultimate Universe Falls Starter Guide!

Hey, you! You, reading this post! Have you heard about a fun little Gravity Falls/Steven Universe crossover fanfiction known as Universe Falls? Well now you have! Welcome to the club! This post is meant to introduce you to all things there is to know Universe Falls in one conscise place. Keep in mind that this post assues that you already are fully familiar with the plot and characters of each show individually, and will only really cover fic-specific things.

Now those of you who are already familiar with UF may be wondering, Jen, what is this post? Well, its mostly meant to be an introductory guide to help folks who stumble across my blog and may be interested in checking UF out, but are initially indimidated by it for whatever reason. It'll broadly introduce terms and concepts and characters unique to the fic, as well as connect you with valuable rescources to get the most out of all of the UF content there is to consume. So with that intro out of the way, let's get started!

What the Heck Is a Universe Falls Anyway?

Universe Falls is a silly idea I had back in 2015 (that's right, 10 years ago!) that aimed to combine the plots of Gravity Falls and Steven Universe into one narrative. The basic gist is that instead of settling in Beach City back in the day, the Crystal Gems make their base in Gravity Falls, intruiged by all of the strange creatures that live there. Hence we have Steven and Connie, who already live there, meeting and befriending Dipper and Mabel (who are spending the summer with their Grunkle Stan) to form a group fondly referred to as the Mystery Kids. Throughout the summer, they experience plenty of adventures, perils, life-lessons, and maybe even save the world a few times. You know, normal kid stuff. Mix in all of your favorite GF and SU characters, and you have a unique blend of the stories of both shows, melded together to create something that's both a little familiar and a little new, with plenty of unexpected twists along the way.

Vibe Check Time! What Can I expect?

When it comes to UF, you can expect... pretty much anything tbh. From tooth rotting fluff to the most devestating angst you've ever read, UF kinda covers it all. It has plenty of lighthearted, fun moments towards the beginning, but as we go along, things start to gradually get darker (much like they do in the canon of both shows). I will say, this fic is rated T for a reason, and its tags on Ao3 are fairly accurate. The main ones I should point out are harm to children, blood/violence, and emotional trauma. Generally though, I do try to keep to the vibes of both of the shows UF is based on, so that's mostly what you can expect.

Wait, Didn't You Already Write This Fic?

I did, again ten years ago. I stopped working on it around 4 years ago, largely due to burnout and a variety of other factors. But with the revival of the GF fandom thanks to the Book of Bill, I was struck with the inspiration to pick the fic up again last year! Hence we have what I refer to as "New UF". New UF is a revised version of the OG fic, rewritten from the ground up with a lot of the fat trimmed from it. I'm trying to get to major plot and character points as quickly as possible, so some might feel it has something of a quick pace, but I think it's just right, really, to keep the fic from feeling like its dragging its feet the same way it used to. New UF has frequent updates, each with their own accompanying artwork, so you can not only expect new content to read, but new content to feast your eyes upon too! A win win for everyone! (BTW before you ask, the original UF is still up; you can read it if you want, but I wouldn't encourage it. It's kind of a mess writing-style wise).

UF? UF2? UFF? Why so many UFs?

If you stick around my blog for any extent of time, you may hear the terms UF2 and UFF thrown around. UF2 stands for Universe Falls 2, UF's eventual sequel covering the second summer after UF. As UF1 ends after the events of Weirdmageddon on the GF side and roughly around the beginning of season 4 on the SU side, we still actually have a lot of ground to cover, and that's where UF2 comes in. Granted, since I'll be out of GF content to adapt by then, there's going to be a lot of really interesting original content that comes into play to look forward too, along with the rest of SU. UFF stands for Universe Falls Future, a sequel series set two years after the events of UF2 which covers the events of Steven Universe Future, but again, has plenty of original content of its own to balance things out. At the time of this writing, neither UF2 or UFF have been written yet, but rest assured I have both pretty much planned out completely from beginning to end because I'm just unhinged like that.

"Seasons"? Bitch, this is a fanfic, not a TV show.

I know lol. So let me explain. I categorize chunks of UF into what I like to call "seasons", mostly to keep myself on track. They don't really mean anything outside of various bundles of chapters that are close together. For instance, Season 1 or S1 of UF is everything from the start of the fic up to Mirror Gem and Waterfall Gem. S2 is everything from Irrational Treasure to Gideon Rises. And so on and so fourth. You can check out the full season list, and a full (semi correct bc its kinda always changing) UF chapter list here on the official UF wiki (btw, we have a Wiki).

Who are all these Blorbos?

So while UF mainly focuses on actual canon characters from both shows, it does have a small handful of original characters in more minor roles to flesh things out. You'll likely hear some of their names thrown out from time to time, so here are the major ones you need to remember:

Stepper and Maven: My babies! These two are probably pretty obvious, but Stepper is the fusion of Steven and Dipper and Maven is the fusion of Steven and Mabel. They both show up a handful of times throughout UF and I love them both dearly.

Dipevebel, Convenper, and Mabonnven: The "trifusions" as I like to call them. They're vairious combo fusions of our four Mystery kids (or MK): Dipevebel is Steven, Dipper, and Mabel; Convenber is Steven, Dipper, and Connie, and Mabonnven is Steven, Connie, and Mabel. We also have Stonipbel, who is the fusion between all four of them.

Aaron and Allison Pines: Dipper and Mabel's parents. We know nothing about these characters in canon, but fuck it, this is my house and I do what I want with them, so we have Aaron, who is kind of a bit of an anxious loser and a bit emotionally absent (while still caring about his kids) and Allison, who is super strict and kind of not the nicest person in the world. They're mentioned a handful of times in UF, but they don't actually show up until towards the end of UF2.

Stonemason: OK so this one requires a bit of an explaination and a bit of UF2 spoilers, so feel free to skip if you need to. The best way I can sum him up is to quote the UF wiki: Stonemason is a cybernetically enhanced human assassin created by Yellow Diamond with assistance from Bill Cipher. The first and only successful product of the Human Bioweapon Operation, Stonemason is a separate entity that is implanted in Dipper's mind, taking control of his body to undertake his orders to shatter "Rose Quartz" (aka). Stonemason makes his debut in Universe Falls 2, where he is a major antagonist for a majority of the fic." So yeah that's a lot, and if you have any questions about that, feel free to ask. Also, all that ^^^ is why Dipper has a yellow metal arm following the halfway point of UF2 in all art I draw post that point, basically his arm was amputated and replaced with a shapeshifting metal one. Ya know, like ya do.

Amber: Amber is a Gem who is related to the whole Stonemason arc mentioned above. She's created to basically be a nurse to humans in Yellow Diamond's human bioweapon program, and eventually ends up developing a close bond with Dipper, despite her assignment.

You mean these MK Poly? I sure do

Ok, so shipping is dumb. I think we can all agree on that right? Buuuuut it does lead to some pretty interesting character dynamics, hence why we see a little of it in UF. Namely between our starring kiddos. Before I continue let me make it extremely clear that there is no incestuous content of any kind in Universe Falls, that shit is fucking gross and I won't tolerate anyone claiming that I engage in that, cause I don't. As for the actual poly MK ship, essentially, its that all these kids (save for the twins, obviously) are in love with each other. So we get Steven x Connie, but also Steven x Dipper (Stedip), Steven x Mabel (Stebel), Connie x Mabel (Conbel), Connie x Dipper (Conper) and eventually even Pacifica joins the polycule too so there's really a lot of fun dynamics to be explored in there. Idk ya'll don't get too hung up on the shipping element here. Love is love.

AUs of AUs? That's a Bit Redundant don't ya think?

Maybe so. But Universe Falls does have a whole host of Alternate Universes to its made, some made by me, some made by fans and my friends. The main UF AUS are Reverse/Diamond, Swap AU, and Relativity/Gem Kids, but there's plenty more you can read up on here on the AU page over on the wiki.

Nice Art, you ask a fuckass AI to make it?

Absolutely not. All my art is drawn by yours truly. You can look through my past works here on my blog using the tag "Jen Draws" or check out my DeviantArt page.

How do I solve those Goddamn Codes?

Each chapter of UF has a cryptogram to accompany it, mostly just meant to carry the spirit of Gravity Falls and do some fun references and foreshadowing. Every code in new UF can be decoded using a keyword that's found somewhere in the author's notes at the start of each chapter, usually the word relates back to the chapter itself. As a bonus hint, this is the website I use to create all my codes, and you can decode them there as well: https://themysteryofgravityfalls.com/

Cool stuff. Where can I read this thing/learn more?

This is the part where I mostly just list off a bunch of helpful links and such for folks who want to read/explore UF. Starting with, where you can read it! I post all new chapters here on tumblr, but UF's main home is on Ao3 (though I do still crosspost to FanFiction.net for some goddamn reason). The links to the fic itself are listed below:

Universe Falls on Ao3

Universe Falls on FanFiction.net

You can also read up on all of the hot UF lore on the official wiki! Please note that this wiki is still very much a work in progress, and if you want to help us build it, please feel free to!

You can also check out my Discord server for more exclusive UF content and conversations! This is honestly the best place to check out all things UF, especially to get a pulse on what fans are creating surrounding the fic. I won't post the link here bc Discord links expire, but if you're interested in joining up, please PM for an invite!

Aw, we're already done? But I got even more questions!

Then feel free to hit up my inbox! It's always open and I'm always down to discuss UF with ya'll. With all that said, if you do decide to check UF out, I sincerely, wholeheartedly hope you enjoy it (and I hope it overtakes your every waking thought the same way it has mine lmao)

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could I possibly request?

Here's my request if you find it interesting: 1940s right before the war where the reader has been diagnosed with polio and now struggles to get around and is often made fun of or things similar to what Steve faced before the serum and Bucky learns about the discrimination reader is facing one day and now protects the reader and helps her? Could be an x reader or just fluff (idk maybe even possessive bucky x reader)

Thank you so so so so so much!!!!! I love your writing

Hello there! Definitely an interesting request, thank you for sharing! I apologize in advance if some detailed aren’t entirely accurate but I hope you enjoy nonetheless. Happy reading!!!

Worth Fighting For

Summary: After being diagnosed with polio in 1940s Brooklyn, you quietly endure cruel stares and mocking until Bucky Barnes steps in as the first to defend you, then to stay. Protective, possessive, and unexpectedly gentle, Bucky becomes the one constant in your life who never treats you like you're broken, only like you’re his. (Possessive!Bucky Barnes x reader)

Word Count: 2.5k+

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The world hadn’t stopped just because your legs had.

Brooklyn still bustled with its usual rhythm of horns honking from yellow cabs, newsboys yelling out the day’s headlines, mothers hanging laundry while children darted between buildings like moths chasing light. The war hadn’t come yet, but everyone could feel it in the air. Tension clung to the city like humidity, and neighbors spoke in low voices when they mentioned Europe.

You had your own battle.

The crutch thudded rhythmically against the uneven sidewalk as you made your way home, careful with every step. One wrong tilt of the foot, and your balance gave way. The heavy metal brace strapped to your leg bit into your skin with each movement. It was awkward and very noticeable. You hated it.

Polio had taken your strength, the way it had taken so many children before you. Your body had been fevered and limp for weeks. When the fever broke, you thought you were better. But then came the brace. The limp. The quiet, disappointed sighs from relatives who thought maybe you'd bounce back like the others had.

Now, you weren’t the girl who used to run from street to street, laughing until your sides ached. You were the girl people looked at with a pitying glance. The girl who didn’t go dancing on Friday nights. You took the long way around, avoiding the louder streets, the crowds, the pitying eyes.

You tried not to hate it all. Your limp, your silence, the brace, the way people spoke louder to you like your legs had broken your ears too. But some mornings, like today, you’d wake up already tired. Tired of being stared at. Tired of pretending you didn’t notice. Tired of holding your head high when everything else ached.

The bakery was three blocks from your apartment. You used to run there barefoot for warm rolls, waving coins in your hand. Now, it felt like a trek. But you missed the smell of yeast and flour, the warmth in your palms.

And more than anything, you missed feeling normal.

The corner outside the bakery was always busy around mid-afternoon. Boys loitered against stoops, smoke curling from their lips as they passed time talking about girls, sports, or who was getting drafted next. Most of them didn’t know your name. You were just the girl with the brace. The limp. The crutch.

Today, you had just wanted a roll and maybe a breath of something warm that didn’t taste like pity.

You’d almost made it past the cluster of boys, half in uniform, half pretending they should be, when it started.

“Hey, sweetheart,” One called out, loud enough to cut through traffic. “Need help dragging that leg along?”

You kept walking.

“Aww, don’t ignore me. She probably didn’t hear, cripples got slow ears too, huh?”

The others laughed. It was sharp and cruel. The kind of sound that made your chest squeeze tight.

You gripped the crutch tighter, eyes ahead. Trying not to give them any reaction.

One of them mimicked your walk, dragging his leg in a jerky rhythm, swinging his arm stiff like a puppet. “Look, boys! It’s the Brooklyn shuffle!”

Another round of laughter. You were only a few feet away when a pebble hit your brace. Not hard, but enough to make the metal clang against your shin.

Then–

“Say that again.”

The voice came low. Not loud, but unmistakable.

The kind that made people stop.

You turned slightly, just in time to see him: James Buchanan Barnes, standing a few yards behind you with his sleeves rolled up and shoulders tense. He looked like he’d walked into the middle of something he didn’t like and he was about to make sure everyone else didn’t like it either.

The boy who’d thrown the pebble turned. “Barnes, it’s a joke. What’s it to–“

Bucky closed the distance in two long strides and grabbed the front of the boy’s shirt.

“You think you’re funny?” His voice was quiet, steady.

“Hey, take it easy–“

The kid’s back hit the lamppost with a clang that turned heads across the street.

Bucky didn’t punch him. He didn’t have to.

“You pick on someone just walking, trying to mind her damn business again, and I’ll make sure you don’t walk straight for a month. We clear?”

The kid nodded, eyes wide.

“Good.”

Bucky let go then turned to you.

Your breath caught in your throat when he looked at you, directly this time. Not past you. Not at your brace. Just you.

“You alright?” he asked.

You managed a nod, even if your voice failed you. “Y-yeah. I… I didn’t expect…”

He shrugged like it was nothing. “People like that? Not worth your time.” Then, a pause. “But they don’t get to talk to you like that. Not while I’m around.”

It was so sudden. So matter-of-fact. He stood beside you like it was the most natural thing in the world like it had always been his place to.

You weren’t sure what to say, or even what to feel. Gratitude? Embarrassment? Relief? All of it tangled up in your chest.

“I’m Bucky,” He added, a little softer now, like he was offering something private. “Bucky Barnes.”

“I know,” You said, surprising even yourself.

His grin flickered up. “You live near Clinton Street, right? I’ve seen you around.”

You nodded.

“Then let me walk you back unless you’ve got somewhere else to be.”

You didn’t anymore. So you let him.

The two of you walked slowly, but Bucky never once glanced at your crutch or the way your foot dragged a little more the longer you walked. If anything, he adjusted his stride without comment, his hands tucked casually in his pockets like this was how he spent every afternoon.

You hadn’t said much, still wrapping your head around the fact that he was walking beside you. Bucky Barnes. The man everyone seemed to know. The smooth-talking, devilishly grinning kind of guy mothers warned their daughters about but secretly liked.

And yet… he was quiet with you.

No teasing. No bravado. Just presence. You could feel it like warmth against your side.

“How long you had the brace?” He asked finally, glancing over.

You hesitated. “Since last year. Summer.”

He nodded once.

“That when the polio hit?” His voice wasn’t probing. It was careful. Like he didn’t want to touch a bruise too hard.

“Yeah,” You answered softly, eyes on the sidewalk. “Fever came fast. It took a week before I could sit up again. Then they said my leg was–” You paused, frowning. “Not coming back all the way.”

Bucky’s jaw ticked, like he hated the idea of it. Hated the memory of someone telling you that.

“You walk better than most guys I know after a long night at the bar,” He said after a beat. “And you could do it in heels.”

You snorted. “I don’t wear heels.”

He looked mock-offended. “Well, you could. That’s the point.”

You laughed, and something shifted in his expression. Softer. Proud.

When you reached your street, the air had cooled into that golden, hazy kind of warmth that made summer in Brooklyn almost romantic. You didn’t want it to end, but your building was right there.

Bucky didn’t move to leave.

Instead, he turned toward the sidewalk, narrowing his eyes across the street.

You followed his gaze and saw a couple boys on bicycles parked at the corner. They weren’t doing anything. Just watching.

But that was enough.

Bucky stepped in front of you slightly, posture stiffening.

You blinked. “They’re just kids.”

“They’re staring.”

“They didn’t say anything.”

“They were about to.”

You laid a hand on his arm before you even thought about it. “Bucky.”

His eyes flicked down to your hand… and stayed there for a beat too long.

He didn’t say anything, just let out a long breath and relaxed his shoulders. But you could tell something in him had snapped tight. Like a cord wrapped around the part of him that couldn’t stand watching you get looked at like that. Like something weak. Something broken.

“Let me walk you again tomorrow,” He said quietly.

“I can manage–“

“Yeah,” He cut in, looking at you. “But I want to.”

You swallowed hard. “Why?”

He shrugged, but it wasn’t careless. It was honest. “Because someone ought to. Because no one should ever make you feel small just walking down the street.”

It wasn’t said angrily. Just a promise.

And you knew then, this wasn’t a one-time act of kindness. Bucky Barnes had chosen a side. Your side.

Three days passed. And somehow, Bucky hadn’t missed a single one.

He’d show up just before noon near the deli like he hadn’t been waiting, like it was just coincidence. But his hair was always neat, shirt sleeves rolled up, and he’d have some dumb story to tell to distract from the way his eyes swept the street for anyone looking too long in your direction.

At first, you thought maybe it would fade. That his attention was temporary. A nice gesture. Maybe he’d get bored or distracted by a prettier girl, someone with a full stride and polished nails.

But Bucky was still there. Still watching. Still falling into step beside you like it was muscle memory.

And by Friday, he started waiting inside the bakery.

You spotted him by the window, tapping the counter with a grin when he saw you. “Took you long enough.”

“You’re the one not working,” You pointed out as he handed you your favorite roll, already paid for.

He smirked. “You don’t think protecting you is a full-time job?”

You gave him a look, and he just winked.

That was the thing about Bucky, he flirted like breathing, but something in the way he looked at you made it feel different. Like he wasn’t performing. Like he meant it.

You were still talking when someone shoved the bakery door open hard enough that the bell cracked against the frame.

A familiar voice. One of the boys from last time.

“You’ve got some nerve,” He said, glaring at you before his eyes flicked toward Bucky. “Both of you.”

Bucky didn’t even flinch.

“Want to run that by me again?” He said casually, stepping slightly in front of you, not enough to block you out, just enough to make a point.

“I wasn’t talking to you, Barnes.”

“Yeah?” Bucky said, his voice low, almost amused. “Then you’re already making your second mistake.”

The tension sharpened in the air. You could feel it thrum through Bucky’s arm as he shifted his stance, calm but coiled.

Then you heard another voice, softer and lighter, “Buck?”

A smaller man stood just inside the bakery door now, hands in his coat pockets, brows lifted. He was blond, a little scrawny-looking, but his presence filled the space in a quiet, grounded way.

Steve.

You recognized him. Everyone in this part of Brooklyn knew Bucky’s best friend, the artist with a heart too big for his lungs. The one who still stood up for every lost cause, even when he couldn’t stand for long himself.

Bucky didn’t take his eyes off the guy across from you. “Steve, take her outside.”

You started to object, but Steve had already come to your side.

“C’mon,” He said gently, offering his arm. “Let’s wait across the street.”

“I’m fine,” You muttered under your breath, but Steve just gave you a look that was too kind to argue with.

So you went. The moment you were out the door, Steve nodded and let it shut behind you. You looked back once through the glass. Bucky hadn’t moved. But something about his stance was different now. Tighter. More dangerous.

You never heard what he said, but the other guy didn’t walk out, he stumbled.

Literally.

Tripped over the doorframe and scurried off, red-faced and muttering.

Bucky came out two minutes later, smoothening out his sleeves and brushing his hands like he’d just finished taking out the trash.

Steve just whistled. “You know you can’t keep doing that every time someone runs their mouth.”

Bucky ignored him and looked straight at you. “You alright?”

You nodded slowly. “What did you say to him?”

He shrugged. “Nothing you have to worry about.”

You stared. “Bucky–”

“I mean it,” He said, voice low, firm.

Then he glanced at Steve like he already knew what his friend was about to say.

Steve didn’t argue. He just smiled faintly and turned to you. “He gets like this when he gives a damn.”

You blinked. “Oh?”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Don’t start, Steve.”

Steve just grinned. “Too late.”

Your stomach fluttered. And Bucky, who had barely let anyone near you all week, didn’t argue. He just looked at you like you were something that belonged with him.

And heaven help anyone who thought otherwise.

Your relationship with Bucky continued to grow from there. It started small with little things he did without asking. Things you didn’t even realize he was doing until it became routine.

Like the way he always took your crutch before you sat down, never rushed, never awkward; just slid it out from under your arm and leaned it carefully against the wall. Or how he’d wait at the bottom of your apartment steps, holding out a hand with a quiet “C’mon, doll,” before you even got the chance to ask for help.

Sometimes, you didn’t think he realized how tightly he was wound around you.

But everyone else did.

You were at the corner store when it happened again.

The grocer’s son who was always a little too bold, leaned across the counter and smiled. “You know, if you ever wanted company, I got two strong legs and a truck out back.”

You froze mid-reach for your wallet, unsure if you’d heard him right.

Then came the voice behind you.

“Back off.”

Two words. Cold and angerous.

The boy looked up, eyes wide just as Bucky stepped into view.

He wasn’t even doing anything. No fists, no shouting. But his eyes were darker than usual, and the way he stood behind you, close enough that your shoulder brushed his chest made it clear the only thing holding him back was you.

The boy stammered something, and Bucky leaned in just enough to make the space feel smaller. “She’s got company. Mine. Always has.”

You didn’t speak until you were outside again, groceries in one hand, your cheeks warm from more than just the summer heat.

“Bucky…”

“He was looking at you wrong.”

“He was looking at me like I’m not made of glass,” You muttered, unable to meet his eyes.

He stopped walking.

“I don’t think you’re made of glass,” He spoke softly, and when you looked up, his expression was serious. “But if someone treats you like you’re easy to take? To mock? To lean over like you owe them something?” His jaw flexed. “I don’t care how polite they are. They’ll still answer to me.”

You didn’t know what to say really. Not when he looked at you like that, like the whole world narrowed down to you and what you deserved.

So instead, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

He went still, breath catching just slightly then the faintest flush rose up his neck, betraying him.

And for once, you were the one who made James Barnes speechless. And it made you feel like maybe, just maybe, you were someone worth fighting for.