#this was a cool way to see everything under a positive (and fun!!!) light thanks dear ;;

[ndostairlyrium]

If you needed help moving, which OC would you call for help?

first of all, I'm sending u a big virtual hug because this was a super cute idea and I'll totally retaliate in the future <3

So um, let me get awfully personal for a second. I tend to get very nervous when it comes to chores in general, plus I dread moving. Anxiety kicks in, I freeze out of fear, spoons disappear super fast, and I transform into a puddle of "why me"s (to say the least) lol If it were for me, I'd be hedera. I want to be hedera so bad ;;

With that out of the way, I'm sure Kerry would be my first choice, because he's super patient and reassuring when it comes to traumatic situations. He's a responsible puffy cake, also he has big strong arms u-u he would help me finish the job in a few hours tops! Also he brings the cooking! He doesn't mind cooking in stressful situations, which is fundamental <3 panini for everybody! Yeee

I almost forgot to include Shaan (thanks Arja for the assist <3)! And it's a shame, because Shaan is a walking schedule. He would be my immediate second choice if Kerry wasn't available. He lacks Kerry's empathy, but he compensates it with what I lack when it comes to chores, which is direction. He would put an order to things, anticipate issues, and offer solutions when things get dire. Still a second choice tho, because he's an organizer, not a helper :' I would have to be the one that lifts all the boxes, and my arms are like mozzarella

Ankh is a close third, only because I would prefer to get things done super fast and she's not, in comparison to those two above of course. Mind you, she is fast, and she's amazing at defusing situations. Her way of rationalizing pain would be super useful in such a scenario as well. But she's not as good as a supporter as Kerry and a genius at organizing as microsoft excel Shaan << sorry bb, you're great, but not the best for me (story of her life lmao)

[yourmomsawh0r3]

music video

pairing: tyler owen’s x popstar girlfriend reader

warning: NSFW, 18+

summary: Y/N, an upcoming pop star, overcomes her nerves while filming a vulnerable music video with her supportive boyfriend, Tyler Owens.

The bustling energy of the set hummed around Y/N as she prepared for the final scenes of her new music video, “It’s OK, I’m OK.” The song was fun, But this particular scene where she’d be nearly naked had her nerves buzzing.

Tyler stood by her side, watching as she adjusted the straps on her outfit, or lack thereof. Technically, it wasn’t much just a thin black thong, with the intention to blur out her body for the finished video. She had requested that only women be present on set, except for Tyler, who was there not only for moral support but also playing the role of a police officer in the video.

Y/N glanced at him through the mirror, her eyes filled with uncertainty. “I’m so nervous, Ty… being this exposed… it’s a lot.” She bit her lip, fiddling with the loose fabric of her robe.

Tyler, dressed in his police uniform for the video, stepped closer, his presence always grounding her. His strong hands rested on her shoulders, giving a reassuring squeeze. “You’re going to be amazing. You’ve already poured your heart into this song. The video’s just one more way to show that you’re in control. Plus, you look���” He paused, his breath catching as he took her in. “…incredible.”

Y/N smiled softly, leaning into his touch. His support meant the world to her. “Thank you for being here. I couldn’t do this without you.”

The director called for them to get ready for the shot, and Y/N took a deep breath, slipping off her robe and stepping into the cool air of the set. She felt exposed, even with the knowledge that everything would be blurred. The cameras were positioned, and the soft lighting cast her in an ethereal glow, but it did little to calm her jitters.

Tyler, now fully in character, approached her, his role in the video to pin her against a car as part of the storyline. But as soon as he saw her his girlfriend, nearly naked, stunning in her confidence and vulnerability it was hard to stay focused. She looked like a vision, her skin glistening under the lights, her body sculpted perfectly in the minimal clothing. He was in awe.

His hands pressed her against the car gently as directed, but the closeness, the feel of her bare skin under his touch, sent his mind reeling. He tried to focus on his role, but the sight of her, the curve of her body, the way her eyes held his, made it nearly impossible. He could feel himself getting aroused, and a surge of embarrassment flashed through him, though he couldn’t help it.

Y/N noticed immediately, the way Tyler shifted uncomfortably, his breath shallow. She knew him well enough to see the desire in his eyes, and despite her own nervousness, a wave of confidence swept over her. She leaned into him slightly, pressing her body against his with a knowing smirk.

“Having a hard time, officer?” she whispered, teasingly.

Tyler swallowed, trying to stay in character, but the need between them was palpable. “You have no idea,” he muttered under his breath, the low tone sending a shiver through Y/N’s spine.

The scene wrapped, and as soon as the director yelled, “Cut!” Y/N grabbed Tyler’s hand, pulling him toward her dressing room, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She closed the door behind them, the sounds of the crew distant as they were left alone in the intimate space.

Before Tyler could say anything, Y/N turned to face him, her lips crashing against his in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed her bare skin, the feel of her warmth driving him crazy. She tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head, and he groaned into her mouth, the need to have her overwhelming every thought.

“You were so damn hot out there,” Tyler whispered, lifting her onto the vanity, his hands sliding up her thighs, fingers tracing the thin fabric of her thong. “I couldn’t stop thinking about how good you look.”

Y/N’s breath hitched as Tyler’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her close. “You’re making me feel so much better,” she murmured, her fingers tangling in his hair as she tugged him closer, her legs wrapping around his waist.

Tyler’s hands slid to the waistband of her thong, pulling it down slowly as he kissed her neck, savoring every inch of her skin. Y/N moaned softly, arching her back as Tyler’s lips trailed down her body, his hands gripping her thighs firmly.

With a swift motion, Tyler unbuttoned his pants, the sound of his zipper the only thing breaking the silence of the room. He positioned himself between her legs, his eyes dark with desire. “You ready?” he asked, his voice rough with need.

Y/N nodded, biting her lip. “More than ready.”

Tyler entered her with a deep thrust, and Y/N gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Their bodies moved together in perfect sync, the passion between them igniting like wildfire. Tyler’s hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her closer as he thrust deeper, his lips capturing hers in a heated kiss.

The vanity shook beneath them, but they were too lost in each other to care. Y/N moaned against Tyler’s mouth, her body trembling with pleasure as he brought her closer to the edge.

“Ty… oh my god…” Y/N gasped, her head falling back as Tyler’s pace quickened, his hands gripping her tighter.

Tyler’s breath was ragged, his body trembling with the effort to hold on. “You feel so good, baby,” he groaned, his forehead resting against hers as he moved inside her, their bodies slick with sweat.

Y/N’s climax hit her hard, her body convulsing as she cried out, her nails digging into Tyler’s back. Tyler followed soon after, his body shuddering as he came, his grip on her hips tightening as he spilled inside her.

For a moment, they stayed there, their bodies tangled together, their breaths heavy. Tyler pressed soft kisses along Y/N’s neck, his hands gently caressing her skin.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

Y/N smiled, her fingers brushing through his hair. “I couldn’t have done this without you,” she murmured, pulling him close for another kiss.

As they caught their breath, Y/N leaned back against the vanity, her cheeks flushed and a lazy smile tugging at her lips. Tyler stood between her legs, his fingers still brushing her skin softly, his eyes filled with a mix of admiration and desire. The room felt warm, the air thick with the remnants of their passion.

But Y/N wasn’t done yet.

With a playful glint in her eye, she gently pushed Tyler back, surprising him as he stumbled a few steps before landing on the couch in the corner of her dressing room. Tyler’s eyes widened in amusement, but the heat in his gaze never left as he watched Y/N saunter toward him, her bare skin glowing under the soft lights.

“You’re not getting off that easy, Officer Owens,” she teased, her voice low and sultry as she approached him. Tyler leaned back, resting his arms on the back of the couch, a smirk playing on his lips.

“You’re something else, you know that?” he murmured, his eyes trailing down her body as she climbed onto his lap, straddling him with ease.

Y/N leaned down, her lips grazing his ear as she whispered, “I know. That’s why you love me.” She kissed his neck softly, her hands running through his tousled hair, and Tyler let out a deep groan as his hands found her hips, gripping them as she moved against him.

Her confidence, the way she took control, made his pulse quicken. She wasn’t just a pop star, wasn’t just the woman everyone saw on stage. To him, she was everything strong, fierce, and so deeply in tune with who she was becoming. The sight of her sitting on top of him, her eyes filled with mischief and love, made his heart swell.

“I love you more than you know,” Tyler murmured, his voice thick with sincerity. His hands roamed up her sides, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist. Y/N smiled down at him, her heart fluttering at his words, knowing just how much they meant coming from him.

Y/N’s fingertips brushed against his stubbled jaw as she cupped his face, her thumbs tracing his lips softly. “You make me feel like I can do anything,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss him tenderly. “You being here with me… it’s everything.”

Tyler’s hands tightened on her hips, pulling her closer as she deepened the kiss. “You can do anything, baby. I’m so damn proud of you.”

Hearing him say that knowing how much he supported her every step of the way made Y/N’s heart soar. It was the quiet moments like this, when the world faded away and it was just the two of them, that she cherished the most. She rocked her hips against him slowly, savoring the closeness, the way their bodies fit together perfectly.

Tyler groaned, his eyes half-lidded as he looked up at her. “You’re going to be the biggest star, you know that?” His voice was full of admiration, his hands roaming her back, pulling her closer as she moved against him with deliberate slowness.

Y/N’s breath hitched at his words. “I don’t care about being the biggest star,” she whispered, her forehead resting against his. “I just want to be with you, Ty. Everything else is just… extra.”

He smiled up at her, his heart swelling with love. “You’ll always have me. No matter how crazy things get, I’m right here. Yours.”

Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest as she kissed him again, slow and tender. There was no rush, no need to hurry. She wanted to savor every moment, every touch. As their lips moved together, Y/N slid her hands down to Tyler’s chest, pushing him back against the couch cushions, her body following his as they sank deeper into the softness.

“I love you,” she whispered against his lips, her hands roaming over his bare chest, tracing the muscles that flexed beneath her touch.

Tyler’s hands gripped her waist, his voice rough with emotion. “I love you too, baby. More than anything.”

Their lips met again, this time softer, slower filled with love rather than urgency. As Y/N moved on top of him, they fell into a comfortable rhythm, their bodies attuned to each other in a way that felt effortless. It wasn’t just about the heat between them it was about the connection, the way they fit together so perfectly.

Tyler’s hands roamed up her back, pulling her down until her chest was pressed against his, their lips barely brushing. “I’m always gonna be proud of you,” he murmured, his breath warm against her lips. “For everything. For who you are.”

Y/N smiled softly, her heart swelling at his words. “You make me feel like I can take on the world.”

“You can, and you will.”

They stayed like that, tangled up in each other, the world outside forgotten. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of them, wrapped in each other’s arms, their love stronger than ever.

Y/N nestled into his chest, feeling his heart beat steady beneath her ear. Tyler’s hands stroked her back gently, his fingers running through her hair. As she rested against him, Y/N knew, more than anything, that she had everything she needed right here with him.

[beachlifelez]

Connie was finally, finally able to realize her years-long dream of being with another woman, courtesy of her new neighbor Monica.

All the previous frustrations, the close calls, the missed signals disappeared under Monica’s cool calm guidance.

Monica had been a prominent visitor in Connie’s recent fantasies. Connie didn’t realize it, but Monica could sense that kind of longing when they were together in social situations.

All it took today was a little push over a cup of coffee at Monica’s house. Some light flirting, which made Connie blush. Monica knew it was time.

“I bet you blush just like that when you’re fingering yourself thinking about us together.”

Connie just stared back, feeling her cheeks turn even redder.

“Don’t you?”

All Connie could do was nod silently. Monica reached out her hand.

“Come with me, dear.”

Connie was 100% ready to follow Monica’s lead. And that led right to Monica’s bedroom.

As Connie lay back and pretty much let Monica have her way with her, she marveled at how close to her fantasies this was resembling. When Monica said to open her legs, they opened, wide.

When, after her orgasm, Monica crawled up her body and placed her pussy up over Connie’s face, Connie knew what to do, even though she had never done it before. And Monica was a very verbal lover, confidently pointing Connie in the right directors when needed.

Monica pulled Connie’s face deeper as she prepared to climax, and Connie licked her clit for all she was worth. Monica came, and came hard; Connie’s successful first outing made her proud.

As Monica backed off her face, Connie positively beamed up at her. Monica smiled back; enjoying the view of Connie’s love soaked face.

“Everything you wanted and needed?”

“And so much more. Thank you, thank you, thank you. It was amazing.”

“Well, we’ve only just begun. What do you say we go take a shower and see what fun we can have in there?”

“Anything. Anything you want.”

“Be careful what you ask for—I want a lot from you. Follow me.”

[tiramisumin]

i see it in your eyes

pairing: park junmin x f!reader 𝜗𝜚 word count: 1.32k 𝜗𝜚 content: fluffish, suggestive towards the end, swearing, best friends to more ig, 🗣️ DIE FOR YOU JUNMIN MENTIONED!!!!!! u have been warned, that performance changes the trajectory of readers life, hunjae stirring the pot before they even know the pot exists, a very Passionate kiss, not beta’d or proofread! u alr know

synopsis: you had never thought of junmin in this light prior to tonight, but you don’t think you could ever see him the same.

୨ৎ watched a fancam that happened to be from one year ago last night and well… let’s just say my fingers had a mind of their own! ur welcome :3

You think you’re going crazy.

Scratch that. You’re positive that you’re going crazy.

One would think that being best friends with Park Junmin of xikers was probably a dream come true. To an extent, you guess you could agree. Junmin was the attentive type. He always had this sixth sense for whenever you needed something. But that was just who he was a person, an idol or not.

Right now, however, you were wishing that you weren’t best friends with Park Junmin.

He, so kindly, invited you to a show of their first tour and as you watch his unit stage with Hunter, you feel yourself slowly descend into insanity. As long as you’ve known him, you have never seen this side of Junmin before. He’s done a pretty good job at separating his idol and personal lives, so even when he was practicing, he’d never let you see. Now you know why.

The way he moves to the song, Die For You by The Weeknd, has your heart stuttering in your chest. You’ve known since his trainee days that he was a good dancer, but for him to evoke such strong emotions from you… Yeah, you were screwed. Royally.

And to put icing on top of the cake, he pulls up his shirt to show the audience his fucking abs. 

Under the blue lights and the spell that entrances him every time he performs, Junmin looks breathtaking. Anybody with eyes could see visually that he was attractive, yeah, but for the first time in your friendship, you’re finally seeing it for yourself. His skin glistens ethereally and his expressions capture the mood of the moment perfectly. If you didn’t know better, you’d think you were drooling with how awestruck you are.

Minjae, who was observing the two from off to the side of the stage with you, can’t stop himself from laughing at your reaction. He pats your back as the song draws to a close. The action is supposed to be comforting, yet it’s anything but, considering he was poking fun at you not even two seconds ago. You wish the ground would swallow you whole.

The rest of the concert is kind of a blur, your brain hyper fixating on Junmin’s Die For You performance. Time has long since passed, and the lot of you have found yourselves all crammed in the dorm with a table full of food. Your appetite is hardly there, nerves eating away at you as you sit beside your best friend, unable to look him in the eye. 

The two of you haven’t had the chance to talk about the show yet, and you can tell he’s just itching to ask for your opinion. He frowns when he realizes you haven’t touched your plate, something very out of character for you. You’d had an entire discussion about not eating much before the concert so you could enjoy this grand meal with him and his members.

”Is everything—“

Hunter interrupts him with a clearing of his throat. “So, Y/N, how did you like Junmin and I’s stage?”

He wiggles his eyebrows at you and it takes absolutely everything in you not to burst into flames. You dig your nails into your palms before answering. “If your goal was to seduce the crowd, then you guys did a really good job!”

The table erupts into laughter and you silently praise whatever higher being exists that you kept your cool. Minjae makes eye contact with you across the table, pretending to zip his lips and throw the key to the other side of the room. You mouth a ‘thank you’ to him, jumping back into the conversation when someone else asks you about the show. 

Ultimately, your dinner continues without a hitch. No one finds out how you truly felt in regards to the Die For You performance, and you assume you’ve made it out scot-free. You should’ve known your best friend was too perceptive for his own good. Especially when it comes to you.

One of the group’s drivers brought you back to your apartment and, of course, Junmin tagged along to ensure you got home safely. The entire drive over there is silent save for whatever music was playing lowly on the radio. There’s a weird tension in the air between you, even as he asks to walk you to your door. As you’re unlocking it, Junmin stops you. 

“Did I do something?” He blurts out, halting you from entering your apartment. His hands shove into the pockets of his sweatpants nervously.

“Wh— Huh?”

“You haven’t talked to me much since we got back from the concert. I thought it was just in my head at first, but then we were in the car together and you didn’t say a single word to me. Did I do something to upset you? Please, let me know so I can apologize and never do it again.” He explains. 

“No!” You shake your head profusely. “You did nothing wrong, Junmin… I’m just— I’m the one being weird.”

”Can you tell me why at least? It’s gonna bother me all night until you do.” He fiddles with his fingers, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. Part of you is way too embarrassed to admit the true reasoning behind you avoiding him. Though, the bigger part of you is well aware that he would never judge you. And the last thing you need is to keep secrets from your best friend.

“Don’t laugh, okay?” You raise your pinkie, and when he locks it with his own you let out a heavy sigh. “I… can’t stop thinking about the Die For You performance…”

His eyebrows furrow together, eyes cast down at the carpeted floor beneath you in deep thought. God, even when he’s confused, he looks so cute. You might actually explode right here in the middle of the hallway. You had never thought of Junmin in this light prior to tonight, but you don’t think you could ever see him the same. Because of that, you needed to tell him how you felt. 

“I don’t underst—“

”I couldn’t stop staring at you, Junmin. You’ve never let me see you that way. You’re always so modest and so shy and I don’t know I— seeing you let go of that on stage, seeing how confident you can be made me feel…” You trail off, averting his intense gaze. 

He takes a step closer to you, unwavering when his index finger slides under your chin, lifting it so you’re forced to look at him again. “‘Made you feel’ what exactly?”

Your lips part in surprise, that same confidence from earlier controlling him. His eyes are darker than usual. You swallow thickly when you say, “Like I could fall in love with you.”

Junmin wastes no time connecting your lips in a sweet, passionate kiss. Despite never imagining what it would be like to be in this situation, it’s somehow simultaneously everything you thought it would be. Sparks ignite from where your mouths meet all the way to the tips of your fingers. One of his hands comes up to cup your jaw and the other rests on your waist. Meanwhile, one of yours tangles in his hair and the other fists at the front of his shirt— fittingly a white tank top. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he whispers against your lips, eyelashes brushing your cheeks. “How long I’ve been waiting for you to look at me this way.” 

It’s difficult not to gasp into his kiss, a small whine escaping you. Perhaps they weren’t lying when they said boys and girls could never just be friends. You slot your lips with his once more before parting gently, peering up at him with the softest of smiles. “Then show me.”

He doesn’t think twice about urging you into your apartment.

© 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏.

[florsial]

@bartylusmicrofic - Wish Also he/they and trans Regulus!

Caught up in the flow of studying, the common room opening didn’t register in Barty’s head until the sound of jewelry was being set on the table. 

Throwing himself away from the numerous notes and open books, he sees his boyfriend scowling, his brows pressed together, and his lips being bitten raw. Judging from the formal outfit, Barty could guess that Slughorn’s party didn’t go too well for his boyfriend. The heated look in his eyes was evident enough and Barty suddenly wished he had attended with Regulus.

“Still planning on attending the next one?” He asked as he closed his notebook and looked up at Regulus, accepting the fact that he probably wouldn’t be studying for the rest of the night. 

Twisting another bracelet off his wrist, Regulus replied, “I don’t know, I’ll see after I’ve cooled off.”

“You could skip the next one.”

“The meetings are good for my future,” Regulus makes a face at his own words, “I think.”

“Uh huh,” Barty hums, standing up from his seat. He doesn’t really believe that, after all, Regulus is as smart and talented as he is, and no, Barty isn’t being biased, it’s true. He’s been trying to top Regulus in their History of Magic class, but his boyfriend always manages to keep a firm grasp on the position of being the top of the class. Barty would be proud if he hadn’t been trying to beat Regulus for years, even before they had started dating.

And that is just the tip of his boyfriend’s intelligence.

He is broken from his thoughts when Regulus asks, “I need to get out of all this, can you help me?”

“Yeah, sure,” he replied, “let’s go.”

Truthfully speaking, Barty doesn’t understand why Regulus insists on wearing the traditional pure-blood clothing, he is pretty sure some students have turned up in less than formal wear. Also, Regulus complains often about how scratchy and tight everything is and the hair-dos. Always braided and pinned with pins that give Regulus a headache. He ought to convince his lover to tone down for the Slughorn’s parties.

When they get to their dorm, Evan is still not asleep, unsurprisingly. A single light emits from his wand, highlighting his wide eyes and unsettling expression as he reads the book of myths he always reads. He doesn’t spare them a glance as they make their way to the bathroom, but he does nod subtly without looking up.

“Hi, Ev,” Regulus greets casually as he passes by, snagging his silk pajamas from his bed.

When the bathroom door closes, Barty locks it as Regulus undoes the buttons and straps of his outfit. He leans against the door as he watches carefully and with adoration as his lover curses under their breath at the overly complex parts of their dress before fully stripping themselves from it, leaving Regulus only in the long undershirt and corset he stubbornly refuses to take off lest he becomes a hunchback like their mother fears. 

Barty tries not to make fun of him too much for that.

He walks over and takes a moment to admire the freckles sprinkled all over and a slight blush brushed over their collarbones and shoulders. As hands rest on their waist, Regulus turns around.

“Loosen the back, would you?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you.”

In the beginning, Barty was only ever vaguely familiar with the mechanics of a corset. He remembers his mother wearing it for some time before she started getting more ill and he’s never taken an interest in wearing one, unlike his father, they were too constricting for his liking. 

It wasn’t until he and Regulus grew closer did he learned to tighten or loosen the strings for there was nothing more intimate than hearing the way Regulus’ breath evens out with every string undone by Barty. Most, if not all the time, it would only ever be just the two of them in the bathroom, late in the night. After that, Barty would press soft kisses with his hands under Regulus’ long shirt carefully running over the smooth skin. They would stay like that for an undetermined amount of time before brushing their teeth and heading to bed, and this time, it was no different.

“I’ll go with you next time,” Barty said softly, trawling the string around his finger, “I promise.”

“You don’t have to,” Regulus replies, “you’re busy, and it’s not like Slughorn is your biggest fan either.”

“Even more reasons to,” Barty grins, “and what type of boyfriend would I be if I’m not there to defend your honor? There are too many snobby and entitled members, I have to scare them off.” 

“As if anyone is good enough for Blacks,” Regulus scoffs, the air of arrogance from birth prevalent around him.

“Lucius?”

“Narcissa wanted him, not the other way around.”

“How about me?”

“You know exactly why,” is Regulus’ settled reply after a couple seconds of silence.

“Tell me again,” Barty leans down and presses his lips to their shoulder, “I want to hear it again.” He mumbles against the freckled skin. He’s loosened the corset but Regulus has not yet taken off the garment, leaving him free to toy with the strings, twirling them around his finger in a comforting motion. 

His lover tells him. The same words again and again. The same words that Barty will never tire of. The same words that increase the hole in his heart that craves for more of what Regulus gives in love.

[malikselfindulgence]

Could I request a romantic LMK fic/ficlet with RedSon and a female reader asking them for help foguring out demonic self care? Reader is kind of in the same boat as MK where they absolutely just thought they were human and now they’re discovering they’re not and they’re kind of struggling to get used to their new body, in this case grooming wise. I was thinking a bat demon reader struggling to brush their teeth without breaking the toothbrush with their fangs or getting the fur between their new wings brushed because it’s getting matted lol (it’s already hard to get your back it’s super hard when there’s two things in the way). It can be a bit suggestive but it doesn’t have to be.

RED SON X BAT DEMON!READER

A/N: AGHH thank you for the request!!! Literally had sm fun writing this it's such a cool idea >w<!! Also the way you worded the request makes it sound like YOU'RE a bat demon 🤨🤨 lol

Content: negative self-talk from reader at the start, kind of hurt/comfort, ending is suggestive!

Fic under the cut!

You know- you used to think demons were cool. You thought the monkey king's tail was cute, you thought about how convenient it probably was to have those claw-like feet, you thought DBK's horns looked cool [though you'd never say that to his face] and you still think Red Son's bull form is very pretty, fur and hooves and all.

Now, though? Not so much.

You weren't handling the change as well as you thought you would- being struck by the fact that you're not human, not even mortal, wasn't easy on anyone, but you didn't think you'd struggle with your new physical form this much.

While, yes, you looked cooler, you suppose- every new feature came with about a million more hurdles. You thought flying would be pretty neat? Wrong, you can barely stay balanced for over 10 seconds, and you got too air-sick to make use of it's travel anyways. You thought the new big ears were sick? How much do you like them out in public, when there's too many sounds attacking you from every angle, too loud and too overwhelming? And your sense of sight keeps deteriorating- you think you might need glasses now.

You hadn't left the house in a while- a long while, actually. Everything was just too much, and frankly, you were embarrassed being seen stumbling like an idiot in your new form, hunching into yourself at every noise and bright light. You hadn't been checking your phone either- you knew they had questions, you knew they were checking up on you, and it only made you feel more pathetic.

You were at home now, cursing your ancestors and stupid demon blood and stupid fucking bats, trying to wrangle your arm in position to brush out the fur on your back, but your stupid wings kept getting in the way, and you could barely even see in the stupid mirror, and-

You're not sure when you started crying, but you looked down to find teardrops landing on your sink. God, this was ridiculous. This was basic self-care, shouldn't you just figure it out? Demon instincts or whatever? You'd considered asking Red Son for help, and even though you know it's just your insecurities eating away at you, you can't help but be scared that he'd laugh at you-

'CRASH'

You pause, looking through your open bathroom- you think that was your front door. You think someone just busted open your front door. You think someone's currently in your house- you rush to grab a pair of sciccors from your cabinet, ears straining to pick up on the noise outside.

You hear footsteps, some angry mumbling, and your shackles slowly go down- was that...?

"I've called you thirty seven times! Thirty seven! Not that I got worried, but you're not responding to the dragon horse girl either, and I swear on the jade emperor's life if you don't-"

His rant comes to an abrupt stop once he sees you, cheeks still red with tear streaks, hair flat against your head, wings bent awkwardly to cover your sides from view. You smile nervously in an attempt to ease the tension, but it comes out strained.

"R-Red Son! Funny, ah, seeing you here- you could've rang the doorbell, or something-"

He scoffs at your words, walking closer- your wings wrap tighter around you, trying to shield yourself off- you don't want him seeing you like this.

"With how you've been rudely ignoring just about everyone, I wasn't even sure if you were alive, let alone willing to open the door." He hisses out, and although he tries to come off as mean, you can tell he felt on edge, his concern showing in the way his voice cracks at his words, his eyes boring through you. He's waiting for an explanation, but you're not sure you can give one.

"I'm sorry, it's just been- I didn't mean to ignore you as long as I did, really-" you stumble over your words, embarassed and guilty and scared, scared of how he'll react and what he'll say.

His eyes squint at you, his face softening as he takes you in- you look a mess, and as his gaze falls to the broken tooth-brush and tweezers by your sink, the way your fur is dull and matted down, he starts realising that you'd been struggling, and just what you'd been struggling with.

He sighs, slowly stepping closer, his eyes down-cast and worried. He settled his palm over your jaw, thumbing at your cheek to wipe away a tear. "You could've asked me for help, you know." He frowns, gesturing to your state, "There's....specific tools for this kind of thing. You can't just use your usual mortal appliances, they're too frail, and frankly repulsive. They're more likely to make it worse than anything."

You nod to acknowledge his words- you can't even pretend he was being dramatic and snobbish this time, he was right, your toothbrush being enough proof. You feel your frustration settle down into something quiter the longer he stays next to you.

Red Son suddenly pulls away, fire enveloping his form for a brief few seconds- you stand there, confused and wide eyed, as he returns with some form of bag in hand. You're not sure how he managed to get that so fast.

"Well then, up you go." He sets the bag down and shoos you towards the edge of the tub, urging you to sit down. You do so without hesitation, though you raise your brow at him and hum, a little dazed, "Huh?"

"I'll be grooming your fur, of course. As well as trimming your nails- they don't exactly look comfortable." He takes out a fancy looking hairbrush, better-looking tweezers than yours, as well as a few other things you don't recognise. You're still reeling from the fact that he's here, not making fun of you, and now he wants to take care of you?

"Wait," He pauses his movements to look up at you, hair crackling in the air above him, "You...you don't have to do this for me."

You're about to reassure him that you can take care of yourself [despite the fact that you rather evidently need his help] when his finger settles on your lips, shushing you entirely.

"I'm well aware I don't have to do anything, and I'm sure you're aware I wouldn't be caught dead doing something I didn't want to do."

He leans in to peck your forehead, a quiet show of affection to reassure you.

"Now stop with that self-deprecating talk and let me help you, alright?" You nod silently, your ears twitching lightly, and his lips tilt upward just the slightest bit.

Red Son instructs you to turn around so he can start with your wings and back- he handles them with care, especially around the tendons and legions where skin meets bone, the areas sensitive to his touch. His palms and fingerpads are rough, no doubt from all the handi-work he does, and they scratch pleasantly against your skin.

He washes out the areas you couldn't reach no matter how you positioned yourself with a wet rag and water from your tub, making sure they're clean before starting to brush your fur, "hold your left wing for me?"

You find yourself relaxing as time goes on, the rhythmic brushing and untangling soothing your nerves. You can hear Red Son's hair sizzle, his content breathing, the small murmurs he lets out every once in a while, and rather than overwhelm you it comforts you- you feel enveloped in his warmth.

"My mother used to do fur treatment baths for me, when I was little." Red Son starts quietly, his fingers prodding at certain spots on your wings, perhaps checking to see if something's out of place, or perhaps he's just fidgeting.

"I couldn't control my powers, back then, so my fur was always left charred and dry. It was a sensory nightmare for me, honestly. She hated trimming my hooves, though." He laughs a little, lost in a memory, "always said it was beneath her, but the servants could never quite get it right, so she had to until I was old enough to do it myself."

"Do you paint your hooves? Like, with nail-polish?" You wonder aloud, and you feel him smack the back of your head playfully. "Don't ask such ridiculous things."

"You're avoiding the question."

".....well, yes, o-on occasion."

You giggle at his reply- you'd already painted his nails over the course of your sleep-overs, and you were going to abuse the hell out of this new information.

"Speaking of hooves, could you turn around? I'll start trimming your claws, now."

You do as instructed, watching him pick up the tweezers. You hold your hands out on your thighs for him, watch as he eyes them with a thoughtful look. He picks up one of your hands, pressing it against his lips gently before settling it down again. You try to push down the flush rising up your face.

He rubs his thumb over your fingers, separating them so he can work better, the 'snip-snip' echoing through your ears, "I'll leave these behind for you, since sciccors aren't normally strong enough. You have to be careful not to go past this white line here, though, otherwise applying pressure to your claws will be painful"

You nod, a little speechless. It was easier when your back was facing him, but now you can see his face- the focused look in his eye, his pretty lips pursing in concentration, and you feel your chest warm at just how considerate and loving he's being. God, you should've just picked up the phone and called him so much sooner and saved yourself the trouble.

"Hey, Red?" You mumble with a smile, and he hums to show he's listening. "Thank you, for all of this. I love you."

He freezes, refusing to meet your eyes- you try to hold back a snicker, but you can't help yourself. You'd been dating for ages, and yet everytime you said that he got all flustered and shy like a schoolgirl. He grumbles, cheeks tinted pink, "Yeah, don't mention it."

Red Son rises to his full height, taking something you can't really see out of the bag before leaving it on the floor- you really need to look into getting a glasses prescription- grabbing your hand and pulling you upwards, towards your room. Your muscles feel lax and relaxed, and you yawn, realising just how taxing the day was.

"I think you should rest for now- we'll have to go to the market early morning before all the high-quality merch gets sold out." Red Son pushes you into your bed gently, settling down beside you, putting something over your ears. You feel all the overwhelming background noise drown out, leaving your mind fuzzy and....relaxed. You're not anxious anymore- you can't hear the earth buzzing constantly in your head anymore.

"They're noise cancelling headphones- loud sounds tend to...stress me out, sometimes. I have a spare back home, so no need to- mmmfh?!"

You rush forward to kiss Red Son- your wonderful, considerate, stupidly observant boyfriend, who you love so much you can feel it rush through your heart in waves- melding your lips against his. He starts kissing back once his surprise wears off, arms slowly wrapping around you to pull you closer. You feel refreshed, you feel happy and content and loved, and as you pull away you think he can see it in your gaze, because he smiles in relief.

You start peppering his face in kisses and messy smooches- all over his cheeks and jaw and nose, the corner of his lips, the endearing scar on his cheek, making loud kissing noises all the while. He tries to act annoyed, but the way he blushes and leans into you is telling enough.

"Glad to see you back to your old exasperating self."

You push him down onto the mattress, and although he's strong enough to flip you over again, he doesn't, simply laying there and letting you do as you please.

You kiss his jaw and trail down to his neck again, this time slower, paying close attention to the spot between his collarbone and shoulder, fangs just barely grazing the surface of his skin. You feel him gulp against you in anticipation, his eyes following your movements.

"Just let me thank you properly, okay?"

"W-well," his voice is shaky, your hands roaming over his body, claws now freshly-cut and scraping against his skin deliciously, "I suppose I can't say no to that."

[flxwrites]

Morning Run

Current Harry X Reader

It's a Monday morning in Los Angeles, a sunny and perfect day for a morning run.

Of course for Harry because Leviee doesn't plan on getting up at 8:00 a.m. to go for a 2.5 mile run with her boyfriend in sportswear.

"Good morning, love." She hears the purr of his British accented voice brush her ear "I know you're awake, so it won't work to pretend you're still asleep."

"I'm not going running with you, H. It's too early and-"

"And a perfect way to start the day, come on. We can stop by for a bagel and a coffee. It'll be fun, bunny." The Brit interrupts her by kissing the skin of her bare stomach.

"What do you say, you’ll come with me?" she purrs still with her lips attached to her.

And well, it's complicated to say no to him.

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She's gonna kill him, she swears she will.

They have been running for over thirty minutes and Leviee feels like she is about to collapse on the ground if they don't slow down, Harry looks fresh as a daisy, he greets the other runners and the nice elderly ladies with a smile.

"Hazz...stop." She gasps but her boyfriend pays her no attention.

Then as she is about to reach out her arm to take his hand and stop him, her feet stop working properly causing her to stumble to the ground.

And Leviee thinks about how it hurts like hell to feel the small stones scrape against her skin and how she wants to disappear in that moment.

"Love..." She hears Harry's voice and how he quickly helps her into a more comfortable position. "Hey, what happened." He asks softly shaking the dirt off her clothes and looking at the red, scraped and bruised skin on his girlfriend's knees and hands.

His heart aches.

Leviee feels like a little girl at that very moment, she wants to cry from the burning on her skin and the embarrassment of how people look at her as they pass by.

"Are you okay bunny?, we should go home. I don't want these wounds to get infected." She hears him mention before he slips his arms under her body to lift her bridal style back to the car.

They couldn't even have their breakfast outside because she was stupid enough to fall down, she ruined everything.

At least that's what she thinks.

On the drive over, Harry was so sweet to Leviee, she could have melted right there. He kept kissing her hand, telling her how much he loved her and offering her a thousand things to do when they got home.

"You wait here, love. I'll go get the emergency kit." He says once he sets Leviee down on the bed and disappears into the bathroom.

Besides the fact that her head feels like it's going to explode, her stomach growls from lack of food and her skin still burns with the slightest touch.

"I'm back, let me see" He mutters leaning down in front of her so he can heal her.

"Will it hurt a lot?" she raises her gaze to Harry with puppy dog eyes.

"Just for a few seconds, petal. It'll be worse if you don't let me clean it up. Will you be good to me and let me clean it up?" a shiver definitely runs through her body as her boyfriend's voice seems to deepen further.

"Okay, I'll be good..." She replies earning a smile from him.

When she least expects it, the small cotton ball with disinfectant touches the irritated skin making her give a little jump on her spot and hiss at the contact.

"damn it." She grunts and hears H's light chuckle.

"I'm just finishing up, bunny. You're doing great."

Then she closes her eyes feeling the last touches on her knees before only the cool sensation remains.

"All clean, your majesty." Harry smiles standing up to throw the used cotton pads in the waste basket before returning to her.

"Thank you...sorry to ruin your morning run”

"Don't be silly, bunny." He laughs lightly as he cups her cheeks kissing her lips briefly "Now tell me what you would like for breakfast. I can prepare or order whatever you want, I'm going to spoil you."

Harry definitely loves his morning runs, but he loves Leviee much more.

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[youwouldntlietopapa]

Oooo if still taking prompts, #3 with Papa Copia! Doesn't matter who has the golden retriever energy cuz I think it would be great either way! <3

I am! And there are more prompts a lil further down too. My inbox is lonely, guys.

And this is another very fluffy, silly one. Because I'm in that kind of mood, apparently.

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Papa Primo was standing in the big Abbey kitchen when you spotted him, looking rather perplexed. As a man keen enough to know everything going on, even before it happened, it wasn’t a look you’d seen on him often. But, there he was, staring at a baking pan on the counter and tapping his chin with a long finger.

“Is everything all right, Papa?” You call from the doorway.

“Hmm?” He looks up from his pondering and smiles gently. “Not really wrong, Sorella. Only… a mystery.”

“I do love a mystery.” You smile in return and walk over to take a look. The pan is full of Papa’s special brownies. The warning you were given early on was however much you think you can handle, take half. Primo only grows primo. And this pan is missing a decent sized piece from the corner. “… I take it you didn’t have a taste already.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “It would take more than only that to make me forget eating at all.”

“And you’ve been here the whole time?”

Again, he shakes his head. “Ah, no. I fear not. I like the big oven, bakes more even and faster. So when they’re done, I set it here to cool. And I go to use… eh… the little Papa’s room.” He winks. “When I come back, I find this.”

“Maybe one of the Ghouls?” You suggest.

“No, no. They have their own snacks and I warned them about stealing my brownies. Siblings too, they all have other things. No one comes in here at night. Another reason I bake in here. No interruptions.”

“Hmm… that is a mystery.” You take up his position of looking at the pan, perplexed, and tapping your chin with a finger. “I wonder… maybe someone got peckish and happened to be walking by. They do smell very good, Papa.”

“Grazie mille, Sorella. But, the question remains. Who?”

You suspect they won’t be terribly hard to find within a short while based on the size of the piece missing. Looking over at the two entrances to the big kitchen, you think over the hallways on either side and where they lead. If someone was wandering around in the evening, maybe there’s a clue in where they came from. One hall leads past the communal dining hall and on to the private quarters. The other runs along behind the hall, past the chapel, and down to the library.

Primo raises a brow, seeing the thought blooming. “You have a suspect in mind?”

You nod quickly, eyes widening with a mixture of amusement and alarm. “I think I should probably go check on that hunch, Papa. If you don’t mind?”

“Of course not. And, if you’re right, I hope you two have a very enjoyable evening.” He chuckles good-naturedly. He quickly slices a much smaller piece, wraps it in a napkin, and slides it over to you. “Can’t let him have all the fun, eh?”

Giggling, you take the gift gratefully. “Thank you, Papa. If I’m right, do you want me to tell him he’s in trouble?”

He waves off the thought. “No harm done. I don’t mind to share. And I think maybe he learns a lesson about sneaking treats without asking why they’re left here.”

You laugh and hurry out the door, carefully clutching his gift, trying to imagine what might be waiting for you when you get to his quarters. At least the door is closed when you get there, that’s a good start. And you can tell the light is on. The soft sounds of the television are muffled by the door but there aren’t really any other sounds from inside.

A soft knock first and you call out for him. “Cardinal, are you in?”

No answer.

“Copia? It’s me. May I come in?”

Nothing. Oh dear.

You decide, under the circumstances, to try the handle. The latch pops open with little resistance and the unlocked door starts to cement your superstitions. A few lights are on, as is the tv, but there’s no sign of him in the main room. You even walk over toward the bed to see if he’s managed to obscure himself in the pile of unmade blankets.

“Copia, I’m actually starting to worry. Where are you?” The napkin wrapped brownie gets set on the bedside table just as you hear some rustling from the small kitchenette just off his Cardinal’s quarters. His head pokes around the corner looking more than a little out of it, splitting into a grin at the sight of you. “Oh thank Lucifer!”

“Amore!” He says, oblivious to anything you’ve said so far. Hurrying back into the room with an armful of snacks, he promptly drops them into the first available chair.

“Sneaking brownies from the kitchens after work, hmm?” You giggle.

“Did I?” He pauses, thinking hard and then giving up on a question he only half remembers anyway. “I’m so happy you’re here!”

It’s incredible he doesn’t land on his face in his rush to get over to you. But somehow he manages to avoid every tripping hazard waiting for him, bounding over looking adorably like a puppy having his first experience with anaesthetic. Before you can stop him or slow his approach, Copia’s thrown himself bodily at you in a hug that is more of a tackle, landing you both on his bed.

“Amore!” He beams, showering your face and neck with sloppy kisses while you giggle helplessly pinned beneath him. “I spent all day with such boring work and all day I think if only my beautiful love were here with me… I wouldn’t get a fucking thing done.” Copia dissolves into a fit of giggles, still eagerly trying to kiss every available inch of bare skin.

You can’t help laughing with him. He’s ridiculous all on his own and being high off his tits has apparently not dampened that at all. You cup his cheeks and kiss him properly, enjoying the unrestrained moan it gets in response.

“You see? How could I work on dusty old books with you kissing me like that, eh?” He grins and looks at you lovingly through heavily lidded, red eyes. Trying to waggle his eyebrows suggestively and only managing minor success. “or sinning in other ways, no? Such a devoted Sorella, amore mio.”

“If I’d known you needed entertainment, I would have been there in an instant. You know I can never resist you, Cardinal.” You tease. Something about using his title when you’re sneaking some private time during office hours always gets his full attention. “If you’re back in the Archives tomorrow, perhaps I’ll have to come save you from your boredom.”

“Really? You would do that? For me?” He looks at you with big puppy dog eyes and it’s a struggle not to laugh. He’s always so sweet and so sincere.

“Of course I will!” You kiss him again. “I need you too, my love. You know that, don’t you?”

Copia buries his face in your shoulder, wrapping himself as tightly around you as he can manage. “You are too good to me, tesoro. Always.”

Your hands rub gently over his back, enjoying the warmth and the affection. “Do you want me to stay the night?”

“Every night, amore. Every night.” He insists, kissing your neck.

“Mmmm… then how about this – I’ll eat the piece of brownie Papa so graciously gave me, borrow one of your shirts to change in to, then you and I can have some snacks, and put on a movie?” The napkin is within reach and you snag it before Copia can dose himself twice. Still a bit warm from the oven, the first bite is absolute heaven.

“And we can snuggle?” He asks eagerly.

“Of course.”

“In bed?”

“Absolutely.

“….. more than snuggle?”

You snort and kiss his shoulder. “Definitely.”

“….. will you give me head scratches?”

He is definitely in a mood to be loved. You make a mental note to ask Papa Primo about a recipe for the next time you both want a very nice night in. In answer to his question, however, you run your fingers through his hair, gently scratching your nails over his scalp. Copia practically melts at the sensation and the noise he makes is absolutely obscene.

“You may have however many you want, my darling.” The last of the brownie slice vanishes quickly and you leave the napkin on the bedside table again. “And anything else your heart desires.”

He nuzzles your jaw with his nose. “You, amore. All I want is you…” Copia lifts his head and furrows his brow, thinking very hard.

“And a grilled cheese.”

[ohbo-ohno]

I am like half asleep which makes me just barely brave enough to send you the thought that has been plaguing my head all day. Soap and Ghost are under the general impression that Gaz and Price aren’t like them in their freaky ways but at the same time they don’t know for sure. So if they see a girl they think is just Gaz’s type, all soft and sweet and will treat their friend just right, then it would just be bad manner not to snatch her up for him and leave her tied up in a position on his bed that they think he’d like. A nice present for when he comes back to base later that day ♥️

you are fantastic. awe inspiring. i cannot believe you've given me this gift

for fun we're pretending gaz is also twisted in the head for this, yeah? work with me here folks

soap and ghost probably think price and gaz are... like them. there are signs, particularly in the way the 141 behaves with each other. that protectiveness bordering on obsession has to bleed over, right?

ghost would be the one to tell soap not to do anything about it. just in case, yk? not worth risking it

but soap is so sure. he's out with simon (their pet still left at home, she's not ready to be out in public yet :/) and they see you like, in line for something.

and soap just knows you're gaz's ideal type. he's listened to the man gush enough to know what he's looking for, and it's standing right in front of johnny. ghost catches on immediately too, shoots johnny a look when he starts getting antsy.

and maybe it's gaz's birthday or something. and it's like the stars just aligned perfectly - here, the universe has presented a gift for gaz right on a platter. johnny just gets to be the one to deliver it.

simon takes some convincing, but they follow you for a bit and the more they watch you the more they're like "oh. this is literally gaz's soulmate. cool."

you wake up in the dark, confused and terrified. the last thing you remember is a large hand wrapping around your face and holding a cloth to your mouth as you'd been about to get in your car

it takes you a minute to catalogue your position. your knees are tucked to your chest, ankles tied to your wrists (inner wrists on the outside of your ankles) so you're forced to stay tucked in a little ball. and you're completely naked. there's something stuffed between your teeth, something hard, but you don't know what. you're sitting on something plush and soft.

it feels like hours later when a door opens in front of you, light finally covering the room.

that's when gaz sees you. a little thing tied up in ribbon on his bed. you're crying, but he can tell how stunning you are even with your tear-soaked face. the ribbon wraps around your legs, your arms, and your breasts.

he... doesn't know what to do.

but he steps a little closer to the bed, and sees a little piece of paper laying on the foot of it. it's got a little bar of soap and a ghost emoji scribbled, the characters soap doodles on everything

and he knows

he texts ghost and soap a thank you for the present the next morning :)

[otakusheep15]

Hello! May I request a match up for Obey Me please?

She/her pronouns

Bisexual leaning towards male

Positive traits: quiet sometimes, obedient, patient, helpful, kind-hearted, sweet, affectionate, reliable, loyal, understanding, empathetic and (apparently) smart

Negative traits: self-deprecating, almost 0 ego & self-confidence, self-doubting, anxious, worry & stress easily, bottling up emotions, slow thinker, gullible, naïve at times

Hobbies: reading, playing badminton, crafting from time to time, manga & anime

Characters I specifically do NOT want to be matched with: Mammon, Beel, Belphegor, Diavolo, Simeon, and Luke

Extra things to my traits: I probably overthink under pressure. I cry easily out of frustration, so I don’t really express my anger because I hate yelling and I would rather stay silent than hurt someone with words. I am sensitive which means I’ll also easily cry if someone I respect or admire starts yelling at me. I bottle up my emotions because I don’t want to be a burden on anyone (like my friend cried when I told her a few things… I refuse to share more with anyone else close to me T^T) It’s hard for me to believe when my friends say I’m smart because it doesn’t reflect academically (although it could be because most of them lean towards arts and humanities while I lean towards sciences). I enjoy studying chemistry! I prefer to follow rather than lead because I associate it with taking risks which I absolutely avoid at all costs if I can. Also because I’d rather follow rules and not get into trouble. I tend to be ‘invisible’ to attract the least amount of attention, because I despise being in the spotlight. I apologise too much even if something might not be my mistake, because I want to avoid conflict at all costs. When it comes to love, I tend to give my whole heart into the relationship, which would explain my loyalty. I have been feeling this laziness for a few years, but my friends believe it might be depression according to my situation.

Thank you so much, have a lovely day/night and please take care!

Hi, we are literally the same person. I relate to most of this on a personal level lol.

Anyways, I would match you with Leviathan!

I think the two of you would get along really well, as you have quite a bit in common. You're both pretty quiet, so you could just relax and enjoy each other's company without the need for conversation. Your patience and kindness would be a huge plus in the beginnings of your relationship, as Levi would be quite slow to open up. It would take him some time, but with your help, he'd get there eventually. Once he does, he's very affectionate and loving, if a bit nervous. The both of you are also very loyal to each other which is something he values a lot.

Both you and Levi also have a lot of negative traits in common. You're both very self-deprecating and anxious, but I actually think this would work out quite well. For as self-deprecating as Levi is towards himself, he would do anything within his power to hype you up. He is your biggest fan and number one support system. In the same way, I can see him starting to treat himself better, especially if he has you helping him. If you're ever stressed out, his room is a sensory safe haven. The cool lighting helps relax you immediately, and he has so many pillows and blankets to get comfy in. His room also has a lot of distractions if you need a brain break, and he's more than happy to share them with you.

Badminton is definitely not a hobby Leviathan enjoys participating in, but you better believe he is, once again, your biggest hype man. Whether you just play for fun or you're seriously competing, Levi is right there to cheer you on from the stands. If he wasn't so anxious about drawing attention, he'd probably make a sign and everything. Other than that, you both have pretty similar hobbies. Levi only really reads manga and light novels, but he's not opposed to regular books if you have any recommendations for him. He'll read anything you recommend, trust me. He also loves art, especially drawing. Craft dates would be very fun for the two of you, especially if you happen to enjoy the same mediums. Obviously, he also loves anime and manga. A lot of your time spent together is in his room watching anime. he also lends you his manga collection since he trusts you to take care of it.

And, look, you and Levi have a lot in common. I usually match him with people I think have a similar vibe. I also think he would be surprisingly good at helping you overcome a lot of your more "negative" traits. As much as Leviathan looks down on himself, he would not feel the same way about you, regardless of how similar y'all may be. If you're feeling insecure, Levi is right there to hype you up. If you need to vent or talk about something, he will listen to you without any judgement. He'll also give you honest advice if you ask for it. He would encourage you to open up to him because you make him want to open up as well. You make him better whether you realize it or not, and he wants to return the favor. Of course, he would never force you out of your comfort zone, as he knows how horrible that can feel if you aren't ready, but he wants to help you like you help him. Your relationship would be all about mutual growth and assurance, and not a day goes by where he doesn't encourage you to be your best self.

Rules for matchups

[linuxgamenews]

Hired 2 Die: Discover Fun with New Game Feature Coming Soon

Hired 2 Die new game mode is coming to the co-op survival horror title on Linux and Windows PC. Thanks to the imagination and nonstop creativity of the team at Electric Monkeys. Which is currently out on Steam and Humble Store with 88% Very Positive reviews. Hired 2 Die is here to answer that question — and it’s not pulling any punches with a new game mode coming. This chaotic, co-op horror survival title is out on Linux, and it has a discount right now. So if you're brave enough to clock in, now’s the time. You can play solo or grab up to three co-workers (aka friends who owe you their lives). Either way, you're all trapped inside a twisted corporate hellscape filled with deadly anomalies, monstrous “supervisors,” and performance reviews that could quite literally rip your soul out. Beside the new game mode there is a real horror of Hired 2 Die? You still have to meet your deadlines.

Welcome to the Job From Hell

Think SCP meets Dead by Daylight with a dash of Control — but you’re the unlucky intern. You’re not just running for your life here. You’ve got to outsmart chaotic threats, complete brutal objectives, and make use of the facility’s high-tech security systems to avoid getting chewed up and spit out by your own workplace. Hiding won’t save you—your only option is to upgrade, strategize, and fight back. Each map throws new challenges at you. You’ll gather trash (yes, that’s a real mechanic), contain entities, dodge grotesque creatures, and try to keep your sanity intact while everything around you screams. The more you risk, the bigger the reward. But push too far, and you may not make it to the next shift.

Hired 2 Die Trailer plus a new game mode

Work Hard, Die Faster – But Look Cool Doing It

Performance matters. Completing missions earns you promotions and unlocks powerful upgrades. That might mean the difference between surviving another day… or getting replaced by the next unlucky recruit. You’ll see the workplace in a whole new light, thanks to new animations—including oddly satisfying trash-gathering—that make the office feel more alive (and even more dangerous).

Coming Soon: Hired 2 Die New Game Mode

And just when you think you’ve figured out the madness, a massive update releases in August 2025. Due to bring with it a brand-new game mode, fresh challenges, and even more ways to suffer under corporate pressure to Hired 2 Die. Management calls it “innovative.” You’ll probably call it unbearable. So gear up, grab your stapler (or whatever counts as a weapon), and get ready to fight for your life in the worst job imaginable. Clock in. Suit up. Try not to die. Hired 2 Die New Game Mode is coming but we also have a 25% discount from May 5th to May 11th on Steam, priced at $7.49 / £6.37 / 7,31€. But it's regular price on Humble Store.

[petite-ursus]

Yesterday I left my house at 12 so I was in the line of totality. Took about an hour to get where I was going with ten extra minutes of traffic. Took almost three times that to get home. Traffic was BANANAS. Everyone was doing what they were supposed to in my neck of the woods, no accidents, just so many people. I really expected that though so it didn't actually bother me. I spent the whole times singing and dancing... I also got to see so much more of the area? I mean I've lived here almost 32 years and never taken some of the paths google insisted were going to pan out. Very fun. Got to go through some very cute little towns.

The eclipse itself was pretty cool. I'm almost positive I looked at it at the right times and didn't blind myself. Either way. Got to see the little pink bit the The Baily's Beads effect (thank you google.)

When the light came back I felt little pinpricks in my eyes like. Emotions. Big broad emotions.

The way everything got dark was just... surreal, and neat.

I was at a park with my family out in the country and it was not bad at all. Full parking lot but the parking lot was like... less than ten cars? (I am an unreliable narrator.)

And I also want to note. I started out laying in the grass and found I want to say 6 ticks traversing me or the blankets in under twenty minutes. So. Moved to the gravel to lay down. (Still found one more tick.) Summer. Is going to be rough.

[silversatoru]

i made this instead of doing my stacks of homework ^

step bro!itadori yuuji x f!reader

synopsis: i don’t think i even have to say this but you get stuck in a dryer and your step-brother yuuji fucks the shit out of you

t/w: 18+!!!, aged-up yuuji, stepcest, noncon/dubcon, manipulation, filming without consent, mild impact play, creampie, mild overstimulation, mild dumbification (but also reader is just dumb), mention of masturbation

w/c: 2.3k

a/n: hey!!! i joined this super fun collab hosted by my new gf @suna-reversed​ (thank u for letting me be a part of it!!) so if you enjoy this i highly recommend checking out the rest of the talented writers in this collab :) the jujutsuhub masterlist is here !! also,, biggest thank u my lovely friend @brandmeyelena for helping me to plan and perfect this fic throughout the entire process <333

you were a good daughter, certainty not the sharpest or the most intelligent, but you were helpful and compliant and you always did your chores. and you truly didn’t mind helping out around the house either; sweeping the floors and doing the dishes was easy enough, but there was one task that plagued you a bit more than the rest — doing the laundry. the buttons were just so confusing, and there were so many of them! and on top of that, your short stature made it nearly impossible to empty the fresh clothing out of your top-loaded dryer. 

you were struggling with that exact issue right now, pushing onto your tip-toes as you tried to reach that last pesky sock stuck at the bottom of the dryer. your finger tips brushed over the warm fabric, just an inch short of being able to snatch it into your hand.

you wiggled your hips a little further, your feet lifting off the floor and your weight shifting so you fell deeper into the dryer. you were finally able to grasp the sock, but you were unable to push yourself back out, feet swinging wildly as you tried to squirm your way out of the machine.

“hey, what are you doing?”

your face flushed at the sound of your step-brother’s voice coming from behind you, your senses becoming suddenly aware of how far your dress was riding up your thighs. a pitiful whimper of embarrassment slid past your lips as you realized you couldn’t even pull your dress down — you needed both hands to hold you up and prevent you from falling into the dryer. 

“ah! yuuji! ...i got stuck,” you pouted shamefully, thankful that you couldn’t see his face right now.

“again? isn’t this like... the third time?” he asked it like a genuine question, but you still felt stupid for getting stuck in the same predicament multiple times.

“mhm, can you help? please?” you whined at him, still wiggling your hips in a poor attempt to free yourself.

this only made your dress slide higher, the underside of your ass cheeks becoming prominently visible against the edge of the fabric. yuuji couldn’t help himself, gabbing his phone and snapping a few secret pictures of your exposed back-side. he planned to save those for later, maybe jack off to them if he was bored, but then a different idea flooded his head — you were no position to stop him from doing whatever he wanted right now.

he propped his phone up on top of one of the various laundry baskets, starting a video recording without your knowledge. then he waltzed back over, sliding a single finger under the fabric of your dress and tracing his finger around your round ass cheek. the sensation of touch made you flinch, your mouth gaping open as you fumbled over your next word.

“y-yuuji?” you stammered, trying to move away which only caused your ass to jiggle and shake more than it already was.

“shh, i’m helping,” he murmured, stroking his finger all the way down to your thigh.

he moved his other hand over your pretty cunt, the fabric of your panties hugging perfectly against your folds. he brushed two of his fingers up your clothed slit, causing you to yelp and continue to wriggle around.

“step-brother? what are you doing?” you continued to question him, your voice light and laced with confusion.

“i’ll help you get unstuck, but you have to repay me somehow, little sister,” he clicked his tongue at you, an evil grin that you couldn’t see stretching his lips.

he continued to poke and prod at your soft, clothed pussy, his mouth salivating as he imagined the things he could do to you in this position. every brush of his fingers coaxed gasps and whimpers from your lips, your worries and protests falling on deaf ears.

“y-you’re my brother, yuuji! w-we can’t do this!” you continued to argue, but his gentle fingers were starting to feel really good — small streams of fluid flowing out of your cunt and seeping into your panties.

“it seems like you want me to,” he observed, poking his finger at the small wet spot that was forming now, “and mom and dad won’t be home until later. no one will find out”.

you felt his strong hands weave their way underneath the straps of your undergarments, swiftly pulling them down your thighs and letting them dangle from your ankles. you sucked in a sharp breath at the feeling of your wet cunt being exposed to the cool air, shifting your hips and filling yuuji’s head with more sinful ideas.

you couldn’t see anything (with your head still being stuck in the dryer) but you heard your brother’s own pants fall to the floor, a loud clank of his belt buckle against the tiles confirming your suspicions. everything about this felt so wrong, but at the same time, you’d always been shamefully attracted to yuuji — eyes lingering on his chiseled chest for a little too long when he walked around the house shirtless.

your head was swirling with thoughts like: would it really be that wrong if the two of you indulged in each other while no one was around? it’s not like you were actually blood related or anything.

on the other hand, yuuji had a one-track mind, and he wasn’t having any of the doubts that you were — he had a tendency to listen to his dick instead of his brain. and right now your round, plump ass was staring him in the face and begging to get fucked. how could he not take advantage of this opportunity?

he lifted his hand and gave a firm slap to your right ass check, earning a gasped yelp from you which made his dick twitch and strain. he mumbled under his breath, something along the lines of ‘i’ve always wanted to do that’ but it was kind of hard to hear from the depths of the dryer.

he’d used a reasonable amount of force, a puffy handprint forming on the surface on your skin. he decided that the other cheek should match, delivering another firm strike to the other side and watching you squirm and whimper at the impact.

he grabbed his phone and pulled it over for a few close ups, showing off the swollen skin to the camera. he then placed a finger at the front of your entrance, the puffy, slick walls sucking it in as he delivered a few warm-up strokes with his hand. the camera picked up on all the grotesque squelching noises made by his finger in your cunt, as well as the embarrassed yelps and moans leaving your lips.

now that you had two matching, swollen hand prints, and your pussy had been properly prepped, he decided he was ready for the main course. yuuji returned his phone to its spot on the laundry basket before grabbing a low stool from the corner of the room and setting it in front of the dryer so he could stand on it for easier access. his cock was red and veiny, begging for entrance into your tight cunt as he wrapped one hand around it to position himself.

you’d always imagined your step-brother’s dick to be lengthy, and your assumptions were proven correct when your felt a tight pressure in your core. his girthy size pushed and stretched at your walls, pained mewls leaking from between your teeth as you clawed at the bottom of the dryer.

yuuji let out a groan that was almost animalistic, throwing his head back and placing a firm grip on either side of your hips. the way your pitiful form was positioned on the dryer gave him excellent access, the curve of his dick allowing him to stretch you deep, reaching all the way to the spongy patch of tissue that made you feel so good.

a jumble of grotesque noises filled the room, a chorus your sloppy moans, yuuji’s pleasured grunts, and the steady slap of his hips on your ass. he’d imagined what this would be like more times than he could count — fucking himself into his fleshlight and mumbling your name while he did so. but no matter how many times he’d dreamed of this moment, he never expected your walls to be so tight — so perfectly snug around his cock.

“yuuji!” you repeated his name a few times, head so dazed from the overwhelming bliss that you’d forgotten all about the initial guilt you’d felt.

“see, i knew you’d like this, little sister. your big brother would never steer you wrong, would he?” he knew his words were manipulative, but god, you were much too dumb to understand or grasp the concept of manipulation — you’d just agree with him like you always do.

“no! he would never!” you whined, letting your head dip lower into the dryer so he could fuck you at an even better angle.

your messy cunt squelched and squeezed a small stream of juices down your thigh as he picked up a deeper, faster pace, your moans becoming higher and more unsteady in response. he could feel your sloppy walls fluttering and constricting against him, his fingertips digging deeper into your hips as he let out a few breathy moans.

the tip of his cock slammed into your pleasure spot with every stroke, voiding your brain of any cohesive thoughts you might have had hiding in there. you moaned and whimpered over and over, whining yuuji’s name like a mantra as drool spilled from your lips.

yuuji could almost imagine your perfectly fucked-out face — your eyes rolling into your head and your mouth hanging open lazily. he grunted at the thought, deciding that the next time he fucked you it was gonna be somewhere that he could watch your face and really enjoy the show — because there was definitely going to be a next time.

there was a tight coil forming in your stomach, building up more and more the longer that your step-brother railed himself into you from behind. you hardly even noticed how sore your hips were getting or how numb and tingly your legs were from being bent over the dryer, yuuji’s dick filling you up so well that those things became an afterthought.

after a few more pounds to your oozing cunt that hit deep enough to graze your cervix, you felt a heightened wave of pleasure begin to crash over your body. surges of the most blissful sensation you’d ever felt racked through your systems, your whines becoming borderline screams as yuuji fucked you through your orgasm.

the way your warm, messy walls fluctuated and gripped around his cock pushed him close to his own climax, but he wasn’t quite ready to be done with you yet. he continued to provide heavy, forceful thrusts, abusing your now sensitive cunt and moaning loudly as your juices squelched out around the edges of your entrance. the disgusting sounds of your fluids squeezing out around his cock nearly sent him over the edge again, but he was determined to ride this out for as long as he could.

“it’s too much!” you wailed between heavy breaths, every stroke sending jolts of overstimulation through your clit.

you wiggled and whined, legs clenching together in defense and causing your pussy to wrap even tighter around yuuji’s dick. the added pressure and increased pleasure was something he could no longer surpass, succumbing to his own orgasm just moments later.

“fuck, feels- too- fucking- good- shit,” he grunted a long string of mostly profanity, emptying his hot release into your caverns as you continued to cry out and whimper underneath him.

yuuji had fucked you even stupider than you already were, your head way too dazed for you to even realize he was filling your insides with warm, sticky semen. he milked his orgasm all the way through and then some, his cock aching and twitching by the time he finally pulled it out of your white-stuffed cunt.

he wrapped his toned arms around your waist, finally pulling you out of the dryer and attempting to stand you up. but between the lack of blood flow to your legs from being stuck, and the good fuck yuuji had just given you, your lower extremities were in no shape to hold you up. you sunk right to the floor, your messy pussy spilling everywhere and leaving puddles of fluid and semen.

“thanks for helping me get un-stuck, big brother,” you looked up at him with admiration, blissfully unaware of how he was using your utter stupidity to his advantage.

“of course, you want me to carry you to bed?” he gave you a sympathetic look, squatting down with his back to you.

you hummed happily, wrapping your arms around his neck and climbing onto his muscular back. he carried you down the hall and into your room, laying you down and handing you an old towel for you to clean yourself up with. you were a pitiful site, hazy eyes and an ignorant smile resting on your face as yuuji admired your damaged little cunt for a few more moments before returning to the laundry room.

he grabbed his phone and ended the video, thankful that you were much to oblivious to notice that it was recording the entire time. he was definitely going to hold onto the recording for safe keeping and later use — and shit, maybe he’d even upload it to pornhub and make a quick buck too.

[this-is-krikkit]

Heyy Krikkit! How's everything? I'd like to request number 24 “Well, that’s embarrassing", please and thank you 🙃

hey Alice! everything's alright, i hope you're well too! 🥰

this was initially going to be light and fun, but i got a different idea so i changed it up a bit. hope you like it, thank you so much for sending a prompt!! ♥️♥️

send me a number and a ship/character, and i'll write you a drabble!

Relief (ao3 link because now it's a multichap canon divergent fic woot woot)

Characters: Levi, Hange, The 104th kids, Onyankopokon

Tags: snk 132, canon divergent, fix it fic sort of, hange is alive and well, i mean... yeah hange's alive, angst, just imagine those mechanics were better at their jobs than in canon ok? ok thx

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The honest shock in the gasp that escaped Hange's lips when Levi's fist hit their chest, louder than the sound of countless Colossals approaching, burned its way into his ears and engraved itself into his memory with so much force he almost backed away then. He stopped thinking as a Captain and a soldier for a second, stopped putting the entire world's value above what their life meant to his, and almost disregarded their last order to let them go and look as cool as possible to everyone else while he alone would be stuck remembering their shaking hands and voice as they prepared themself to fly off to their death –if he even made it out alive himself.

Except Hange had been his closest friend for a decade and outstanding leader for almost half that time; Hange had been steering the wheel of this sorry army of theirs with the last bit of strength in their formidable spirit and visionary mind in those direst of circumstances, and Hange wouldn't request this of him if they hadn't thought every other possibility through and weren't past ready to cross that line.

Hange had always dedicated their heart to the cause they rightfully supported, and now wasn't the time for Levi to challenge their last command. Now was the time for him to dedicate his own, and let them go –no matter if he shattered it in the process.

"Shinzou wo sasageyo,” he recited solemnly, looking ahead, thankful for once for their mirrored injuries, and their current position that prevented either of them from seeing the other's face.

He still heard and felt the sharp intake of breath they drew in after the words had tumbled from his mouth, and for a second there when he could feel their heart starting to beat harder and faster under his fingers, could feel the cruel scorch of unrealistic hope –that those words might have made a difference, that Hange might have perceived the corrosive sting that declaration inflicted on his tongue and the meaning under it and somehow changed their mind– flowing from the veins of his left hand directly into his heart.

Their posture straightened soon after anyway, their sternum pushing back against his hand that he let fall in defeat as their feet carried them away from him and a chuckle made its way through their lips.

"Ha, ha! It's the first time I've ever heard you-

The sound of quick, human-light steps drowned the rest of their sentence and Levi's head shot up to watch Mikasa nearing their spot, her mouth opening as she closed in on them.

"Hange-san, wait! Onyankopon just said the plane's ready to go!"

Levi felt more than he saw Hange turn around again to face the kid as he took in the words she'd just spoken, praying Gods he never believed in that his ears and eye weren't playing tricks on him under the loud sound of the advancing Rumbling and the dust that was starting to saturate the air all around them.

“Are you shitting us right now?” he asked, not recognizing his own voice, not sure it even carried far enough that she'd hear him.

“Come on, hurry up!” Mikasa shouted again, before sprinting away back where she'd come from.

The faked glee faded from Hange's face and they stared at Levi like they had that day they'd reached the Jeager basement and found out about the world outside the Walls, like they needed him to confirm his relative's words.

He could be of little help to them right now, when his own brain was having trouble understanding the situation, when his mind hadn't nearly recovered from this most recent whiplash. But he still nodded their way and started moving.

The two veterans walked towards the others and the plane, and Levi couldn't help but wonder if Hange, only a few meters ahead of him, was matching his pace out of kindness to not leave him behind, or if their legs too felt like they had to move through thick, ton-weighing mud with each step.

“Guess I'm not dying today after all,” they said suddenly.

Their humorless tone made a shiver run down Levi's spine and he looked at them sharply, his hand wrapping around their wrist.

“Hange,” he called when the contact didn't prove enough to make them turn around and face him.

But they only laughed a strangled, wet chuckle that sounded so unlike them, and refused to look back at him. Instead, they shook his hold off and picked up their pace, quickly reaching the others and helping them push the repaired floating plane into the water.

He didn't hear them speak again until they were all safe sitting inside the aircraft and they turned to face Armin, still panting from the effort they'd all just put into getting out of the hangar that had now been crushed by rubble the Colossals had shot its way while advancing.

"Well, that's embarrassing after that goodbye speech but... Armin, would you mind if I back-pedalled on that Commander promotion? At least for the time being?" they asked, a familiar, playful grin splitting their face as they looked at everyone but Levi.

"Of course not!” Armin replied, blushing at the direct address. “I'm only relieved you didn't have to sacrifice yourself for us.”

Agreeing noises could be heard from the other Scouts.

"Right, me too,” they said, their smile faltering ever so slightly. “Me too.”

“Everyone, hang on tight! We're taking off,” Onyankopon warned from the cockpit.

The cabin shook and thundered, but the deafening noise and trembling floor weren't distraction enough for Levi to detach his stare from the surreal vision of Hange, still alive and breathing, settling in the seat directly across from his own.

They readjusted their cape around their slumped frame, their still shaking hands lingering against the spot his fist had touched minutes ago. He let his eye wander to their face, spotted the tensed jaw, the downward edges of their mouth now, and the tears welling up under their one iris, and he knew for sure then.

Hange wasn't relieved one bit.

[beyondspaceandstars]

Around Your Neck

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, penetrative sex, choking, metal arm kink, fingering, semi-public sex, slight hand and finger kink - 18+, minors DNI. Summary: Something sparks in you when you watch Bucky wrap his hand -- the metal hand -- around Zemo’s throat. A/N: I was gonna wait to publish this tomorrow but ya know what?? im too excited about it. it’s pretty well received on ao3 so i hope y’all enjoy! probably not the best smut ever written but i had fun writing it. this is a result of some late night imagination.

Masterlist | Part 2 | Part 3

It happened fast. You were sitting on the plane, watching the trio bicker, when the next thing you knew, Bucky’s hand was around Zemo’s throat. To make matters more intense, it was the metal one. While hidden under that glove and coat, just the thought of it, the realization hit…

While fully aware of the intensity and seriousness of the situation, you practically groaned at the action. You didn’t know what it was, but seeing that contrast of metal and skin, and the flex of his arm... You couldn’t help it as you let out a breathy gasp.

Bucky backed away then but not before giving you a side glance. You could tell he was fighting back a teasing smirk as he eyed you and your sudden tense state. To outsiders it may have seemed like you were scared by your boyfriend’s reaction, even Zemo looked a bit concerned, but you and Bucky knew. Knew the pillow talk and drunk confessions you’d made about the arm.

Your thighs clenched as you watched Bucky return to his seat. He still wore that hard expression, somehow turning you on even more. It was suddenly getting hot, you felt, squirming a bit in your sweater.


Why did you allow yourself in this position? When Bucky enlisted your help, citing your past as an agent, you had originally dismissed it. You’d never really worked with your boyfriend, having already been out of the scene before he came into your life. But those pleading eyes and soft touches won you over no matter what.

Little did you know, though, it’d lead to you being on the private jet of a terrorist, ridiculously turned on by your boyfriend’s metal arm.

You fumbled for your bottle of water, taking a big gulp.

“Everything okay, doll?” Bucky asked as he broke off the conversation with the other two men. All of them faced you, waiting for a reply.

You nodded, placing your water bottle down. You turned directly to Bucky and met his furious eyes. “Just feeling a bit hot.”

He raised his brows as you felt the other men stare with confusion. The relationship wasn’t a secret by any means but the tone you two spoke with was certainly one reserved for other times.

"I think there’s a bathroom towards the back," Bucky nodded, motioning towards the end of the plane with his metal arm. From the corner of your eyes, you saw Zemo odd in confirmation. "If you need to cool down."

His simple movements sent a million little fires within you. The wetness between your thighs was getting harder to ignore, harder to play cool in front of the other men.

Biting your lip, you nodded. "Thank you, Bucky." You said his name with such slow ease, it was lighting something more in him, too. That’s when it really clicked.

You watched him as you rose from your seat. He glanced down, pretending to check something, trying to act as cool and collected as possible. For a former assassin, you thought, he wasn’t doing very well. He definitely knew. He got the little hint in your nod, in your tone. You figured he’d give it at most five minutes.

You made it to the airplane bathroom and squeezed your way in. Way smaller than you anticipated and you tried to figure how your super-soldier boyfriend was going to fit in here but he’d make it in. His arousal wouldn’t let him out of this.

You stood in front of the mirror, faux fixing your make-up and splashing water to kill time when the knock on the door came. Bucky hadn’t even given it a full minute before he was hot on your heels.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his urgency as you unlocked the door.

"You know they totally know what’s going on in here," you whispered as Bucky just barely fit himself inside the tiny bathroom. In one full motion, he locked the door then picked you up by the waist, setting you on the makeshift bathroom counter. You let out another giggle of surprise by his smoothness.

His arms were around your waist, pulling himself into your body, so eager and urgent. The gloves were long gone you realizes as you gasped at the feeling of the metal arm teasingly making its way under your sweater. His grip on you were tight.

"Do you think I care if they know?" Bucky mumbled as he began attacking your neck with kisses. He nipped and licked at your skin making you let out little squeals. Oh yeah, there was no way no one knew what was happening here but you didn’t have it in your heart to care anymore. You were practically dripping in your jeans and it was like Bucky could tell.

In an attempt to move closer, his thigh came up to your core, pressing, rubbing. You moved with it, letting the motions ease some of the burning in you.

Bucky continued the assault on your neck as you let out a desperate moan. "Could we please at least hurry so it’s not as weird when we go back out there?"

Your boyfriend chuckled, almost darkly, as he removed his lips from your neck. He began working up until his lips were finally on yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck, now taking your chance to pull him in. Bucky didn’t seem to mind your eagerness as he once again nudged your core with his thigh. The moans you gave out at that… Bucky felt captivated and you could feel it in his kiss.

Reluctantly disconnecting, he mumbled, "I don’t think I want to hurry anything, doll." He gave another peck. "Might want to stay here and spend hours between those thighs."

"Bucky-," you gasped.

"But that’s not what you’re here for, right?" He chuckled, his metal arm on your bare back. It came around to your side slowly, inching upward to your lace-covered breasts. "It’s the arm that got you all bothered."

You groaned as he then began to drag the hand back down your side, dipping just a finger below the waist of your jeans. The coolness barely skimmed over your hip but you were thrilled. It was a riveting contrast to the warmth that had been building over you since Bucky decided to choke someone right in front of you.

"It just looked g-good," you were getting breathy trying to formulate words. But everything was escaping you. As you tried formulating coherent sentences, Bucky began popping the buttons of your jeans then slowly tugging down the zipper. You gulped at the actions.

"Yeah?" Bucky chuckled, halting his actions. "How do you think my hand would look wrapped around your neck?"

Your brain starting spinning. You hated and loved when you got in this drunk state for him and he apparently was amused too as he gave you no time to answer. Bucky backed off a bit, as far as he really could, removing his touch entirely. You leaned back on the counter, brows furrowed in confusion.

"Turn around," he demanded.

The lightbulb went off in your head at his words. With a coy smirk, you hopped down from the counter and turned, your ass just brushing over his front. He was already ridiculously hard and apparently not amused with your sudden teasing. Without warning, Bucky grabbed your hips and forced you around completely. He made you plant your hands on the counter, giving you a clear view of yourself in the small airplane bathroom mirror. It surely wasn’t a full-fledge mirror but gave you just enough to see your neck, which you could already imagine how it was going to look with Bucky’s metal hand wrapped around it.

Apparently abandoning his threat of taking his time, Bucky pulled down your jeans and panties in one swift, sudden motion. You gasped at the action, feeling the material practically burn your thighs as it went.

Bucky was over any more teasing and talk as his metal hand promptly came up to your neck. It wrapped around, just tight enough to make you groan at the pressure. It felt so heavy and secure. Like it belonged there. You swore you got wetter at the sight.

Your eyes caught Bucky’s in the mirror. His didn’t hid how aroused, intrigued, he was at the sight before him. His eyes never left yours as his other hand made its way down your body, slipping right to your core where it found the bundle of nerves begging for attention. He gave it some attention before moving to dip a finger in you. Bucky groaned in your ear at the wetness that met his skin.

He pumped the one finger in and out slowly but surely as he whispered in your ear, "So wet." Another pump. "Looking so pretty, doll."

Your eyes started drifting close at the sensations Bucky was working over your body. Between the tightness on your neck to the pumping finger to your clit that brushed a bit over the counter, you were losing it.

Bucky, apparently, didn’t like you getting too comfortable. Without any warning, he pulled his finger out and undid his pants. Before you could register anything happening around you, he plunged his cock into you, lunging you forward on the counter. Your eyes snapped open. You were greeted by your boyfriend’s intense expression once again.

You barely registered the sight of yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were wide and that metal hand was not letting up on your neck. You could barely choke out any moans but it all felt so good, so right.

Satisfied that he had your attention, Bucky began thrusting in and out of you, pushing you more into the counter now, your arms barely holding up. He slipped in and out of you with such ease it was almost embarrassing. The only sounds prevalent for a bit in the room were the squelching between your thighs and the light grunts Bucky let out.

"How’s that?" Bucky asked between thrusts. Your legs were going to give out if he even began to talk. And as if he knew that fact, he continued. "Is this what you wanted, doll? My hand wrapped around your neck while I pounded into this sweet, tight pussy?"

You could only let out a weak moan in response which pleased him greatly. So much so, the thrusting picked up and the hand got tighter. Shocking you, your legs began to tremble. Bucky must’ve sensed it as his other hand came to grasp your waist tightly.

"I got you, doll," he whispered in your ear, placing a sweet kiss on your cheek. The contrast between that and his not-so-sweet motions nearly had you climaxing right then and there. "Got you so drunk on this cock you can barely stand, huh?"

You gave a breath moan, "B-Bucky-,"

He continued pounding as he spoke, seeming like the world’s greatest multitasker. Well, you figured, those assassins gotta be fast on their feet.

"What’s wrong?" Bucky mocked. "You close?"

You nodded profusely, watching your boyfriend in the mirror as he turned back towards it, your eyes meeting. He looked so blown out, in a primal state, as he kept working in and out of you.

Slowly, Bucky’s hand left your waist and sneaked down to your clit. He gave it a quick press that made you yelp. Bucky chuckled, amused by your responsiveness. It didn’t make him falter as he pressed again, this time running tight circles on your clit. The pressure and motion were making you lose your mind.

Bucky must’ve greatly enjoyed the sight as his metal hand got slightly tighter. You couldn’t do it — didn’t know how you managed it until now — but your eyes fluttered shut as your orgasm built and built and built—

He sped up the motions on your clit, accompanied by even more powerful thrusts. Your arms gave out, overwhelmed, sending you forward on the counter. Bucky went with, pressing his body fully into yours. His hand never left your throat. His thrusts never hesitating.

"That’s it, doll," he whispered and you could practically hear the cocky smile on his lips. "Cum for me."

And you did. It took nothing else. Your orgasm rushed through you, sending sparks and waves across your body. Bucky never once let up as he simultaneously chased his own while working you through yours.

"Bucky…" you mumbled as your legs shook, your orgasm rushing warmth throughout your body.

His motions and thrusting weren’t letting up, sending you into an overstimulated state. You clenched on his cock at the sensation. Bucky couldn’t hold back anymore. With a tight grip still on you and a desperate moan on his lips, he came inside, soaking your walls, letting it drip to your thighs.

His movements got weak and sloppy as he worked through his orgasm. You couldn’t even handle it anymore and pushed his hand from your clit, earning an amused chuckle from your boyfriend.

He gave one more quick thrust before pulling out of you, watching as his seed slowly leaked out of your swollen hole. He had half the nerve to get on his knees to clean you up but figured that was the last thing you wanted in your overwhelmed, dazed state.

Instead, he was a good boyfriend and began cleaning you up with some hand towels from a rack. You shivered as the fabric came into contact with your thighs. The reaction didn’t go unnoticed by Bucky who pressed a soft kiss to your skin.

Once cleaned, you finally found your balance again. You pulled up your panties and jeans then looked back into the mirror. You saw Bucky working to readjust himself in his jeans but what really caught your attention was the redness. Your neck had the faintest yet noticeable glow of red from his hand. You gasped, lightly running your hands over it.

Bucky whipped his head towards you, suddenly noticing the redness left on your skin from his grip. His heart nearly stopped until he saw the pure delight, satisfaction, in your eyes.

"Was that okay?" Bucky asked, wrapping his arms around your waist. You two watched each other in the mirror, this time in a much softer, sweeter position than before.

You nodded, "It was wonderful."

Bucky grinned and placed a kiss upon your lips. You melted into it, half wanting to go another round. But Bucky forced you two to disconnect.

"We should get back out there," he said.

You frowned. "What happened to spending hours between my thighs?"

"You little minx," Bucky groaned, his hands coming up to tickle your sides. You let out a squeal.

"We really have to face them, huh?"

Bucky went to answer but was cut off by Sam suddenly yelling from the other side of the bathroom door.

"Yes, you do!" He called out, anger and annoyance dripping from his words.

You two met each other’s stare as if hoping for one to suggest a way out of this mess but coming up empty, you just gave a sigh and pushed out of Bucky’s arms. Shamefully, you unlocked the door and opened it, trying to prepare mentally for how you were ever going to face Sam again.

"Sorry, Sam," you mumbled, slipping your way around him back to your seat, avoiding his gaze all cost. Bucky followed behind, seemingly unfazed by the situation.

"On a plane? Really?" Sam asked in disbelief. "While people are sitting right here?" You gave a quick glance to Zemo who truthfully didn’t look bothered by the situation. Your stomach turned at the idea of what else was taking place on this plane.

"Maybe you’re just jealous," Bucky finally spoke as he got comfortable again in his seat. Sam still stood in the aisle, hands on his hips, shocked by Bucky’s suggestion.

"Jealous?"  

Bucky shrugged. "I got to bang my very hot girlfriend on a plane. I think you’re jealous."

You groaned at his words, trying to hide your face in your hands. You could hear Bucky’s light chuckles, practically dismissing the situation, which did not please Sam.

"Who thinks it’s okay to bang their girlfriend when other people are right on the other side of the door?" Sam asked.

"Look, Sam," Bucky turned his head towards him, that teasing grin playing at his lips. "When it’s game time, it’s game time."

His words earned a chorus of disgusted groans and protest from the entire group. Your face was hot, probably entirely flushed, as red as your neck if you had to guess. You tried reprimanding Bucky for his ridiculous innuendos — something he didn’t quite understand as he tried defending his statement to the group. No one was buying it.

"Alright," you finally said, halting the conversation. "That’s enough. Can we please no longer talk about this? I think we get it, we got a bit carried away."

Zemo, however, didn’t think it was enough. He decided to add his two cents to the conversation by asking, "And what exactly inspired you to get carried away?"

Zemo didn’t even try to hide it as his eyes glanced down to Bucky’s metal arm. Sam observed, his eyes suddenly getting wide as he put two and two together, causing him to share even more disgust towards you two. Bucky took it all, laughing like it was the greatest joke of all time. You, on the other hand, hid your face once more, praying your seat would just swallow you whole. It sent them into another bicker of conversation.

No one was ever going to let you live it down.

[blackfire-fanfiction]

Did someone say propaganda? Anyway here’s a little thing for the @tmnt-crossover-polls. It’s actually the first thing I’ve written for the same raph au (masterpost here), so it might be a little rough

Basic summary of the same raph au: 12 Raph and Rise Raph are the same person. He switches bodies (and dimensions) randomly whenever he sleeps/is unconscious. Raph eventually learns how to balance both lives. Important context: if both bodies are somehow in the same dimension, only one of them is concious.

2012 turtles: Leo, Donnie, Mikey Rise turtles: Leon, Dee, Angelo Corvus (Previously known as the Handler) is a crow/raven yokai OC that appears in the kidnapped arc of the SRAUC Also Slash is here too, don’t worry about it :)

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Shouts of surprise as a group of 10 fell from a flash of light.

Everyone stood up from the haphazard positions they ended up on the floor, and Leo was the first to scan the group for anything out of place.

“Everyone good?” He asked, taking in everything.

“Besides the fact that we weren’t supposed to be meeting up for a while? Yep, just peachy.” Leon grumbled.

“Come on, Leon, don’t be like that,” Angelo said. “It’s always great to see our brothers from another dimension!”

“Yeah, just ignore your brother that’s trapped underneath himself. That’s just fine.” Raph said in monotone from where he was stuck under the body of his larger body.

“I got you bro,” Slash gently dragged the unconscious body off of the turtle.

“Thanks, Slash.” Raph went to push himself up when a feathered hand was offered to him. “And Corvus! What are you doing here?”

“Oh god, Slash is here?” Donnie looked horrified as Raph talked to the mute bird yokai.

“Ooo, Slash is here,” Dee grinned. “This should be fun.”

“Where is here, anyway?”

“GUYS! The stickers on our plastrons respawn when you take them off!” Mikey bounced into view, a pile of stickers discarded on the floor.

“Huh, same raph au? Wait, where are we actually?” Leon looked around.

The space was filled with other versions of them, and with some people that they couldn’t recognize at all.

“Woah,” Angelo gasped.

“Tmnt poll competition?” Donnie read from a banner. “Maybe we’re-”

“It appears as if we’re in a sub-dimensional space where alternate versions of us are gathered to compete in some way.” Dee interrupted. “As Mikey and Leon have discovered, we have tags to show which dimension we belong to.”

“Was it necessary to interrupt?” Donnie frowned.

Dee just smirked.

“Donnies, can you play nice for once?” Raph said in a warning tone at the same time Leo said “Chill out, guys. It’s not the end of the world.”

“Wait, where’d Mikey and Slash go?” Angelo looked around, confused. “And Corvus, I can’t see them either.”

Raph shrugged. “They’ll find us eventually. Now, does anyone want to help me move my big body to somewhere out of the way? I don’t want anyone tripping.”

Meanwhile

“Yo, other me, is that your brother dragging that big spiky turtle across the floor?” A Mikey with the tag Sunset Linings asked.

“Hm? Oh yeah. Raph probably thought he’d be in the way being in the middle of the room like that.”

“What?”

“Anyway, I��m excited to see who will win in the first round! Your group seems really cool, especially that big gloomy guy. I should probably meet up with my bros, but good luck in the competition!”