#unless the book is super long and needs more time

[starbuck]

various thoughts:

i would like to have a significant other

i would like to develop my personality a bit more before meeting a significant other

i should wait until after top surgery before even considering seeing anyone bc i’m gonna be much happier and more confident after that

i want to know my local area better

i NEED more pretentious local friends who are willing to experience new things with me in my local area

i need to read and watch and listen to and DO more and i have the time to do it now, so i need to make it happen

[orithyia-eriphyle]

summer breeze - b. barnes x reader

Summary: The one where Bucky is still adjusting to his newfound freedom, and you are his light at the end of the tunnel.

Warnings: Swearing, non-sexual nudity, injuries, and blood.

Reader has sun/solar-based abilities.

6.1k words

Bucky Barnes was a man of few words. He said only what was necessary and hardly spoke unless spoken to. Steve seemed to be the only person who could ever get Bucky to talk freely. Sam was a close second, although he teased Bucky more than once until the soldier was grumbling expletives under his breath with a clenched fist. 

However, Bucky was a creature of habit.

He woke at dawn every day to go on a run with Sam and Steve, not before drinking a hot cup of black coffee. After his jog, he would train in the gym for two hours and then leave for a shower. He would then make himself a simple lunch and catch up on work. Lastly, Bucky ended his night by reading a book of his choice to help ease his mind. 

When Bucky began to deviate from said routine about two months ago, it did not go unnoticed. 

It started not too long after Bucky had moved into the tower. Bucky had been placed on the same floor as you, his bedroom right across the hall from yours. 

You would wake as he was coming back from the gym, usually catching him on the way back to his ensuite bathroom for a shower. You would greet him with the same sugary sweet smile and voice that almost tempted the super soldier to crack from his usual brooding and smile back.

But he never did. At least, not until recently. 

You knew that Bucky had nightmares. You could hear him at night. The screams of pain, terror, guilt. You name it. 

Every time his nightmares woke you up, the only thing you wanted to do was help. However, Steve and Tony advised against it. They reminded you that Bucky was still unstable, and it was best to let him ride out his nightmares alone, no matter how terrible they may sound. 

You hated it. 

Some nights, you would stay up staring at the dark ceiling in your room, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks at the sound of his yells. It would never last longer than a few minutes. But those few minutes were enough for you to feel your heart break for him. 

After roughly a month of only seeing Bucky in passing, he surprised you. 

You and Natasha had been on a week-long mission across seas and were scheduled to return home that night. You had practically stumbled off the Quinjet, your bones and muscles aching with exhaustion. You walked past the medbay despite Natasha’s protest to at least get checked on. Instead, opt for a hot shower and your warm bed.

What you didn’t expect was to find Bucky sitting at your shared kitchen counter, a hot plate of spaghetti set on the bar across from him. 

As soon as the elevator doors dinged open, his gaze shot to you. You tried to ignore the way it roamed over your body, as if assessing for any injury, as you approached the kitchen.  

Seeing Bucky in the kitchen wasn’t an unusual sight for you. However, it was well past midnight, meaning it was well past Bucky’s unspoken bedtime. 

“What’s this?” You ask quietly, not wanting to disturb the peaceful silence that enveloped the two of you.

Bucky glanced at the food, then back to you. His face never changing. “It’s for you.” He spoke, his voice coming out gruff as if it hadn’t been used in a while. Which it probably hadn’t. 

You quirked a brow at him but took a seat in front of the plate. This was an unusual display from him, and the last thing you wanted to do was embarrass or scare him off. 

You swirled the noodles around your fork and took a bite, savoring the taste as it melted against your tongue. 

“You don’t eat after missions.”

Your eyes shot to Bucky at the sound of his voice. However, he was looking at the counter and not at you.

“It doesn’t really cross my mind.” You reply, returning to your meal. 

“You need to eat.” He responded firmly. The clipped way in which he spoke made you not want to argue. 

“I might be more inclined to eat after a mission if I came home to home-cooked meals every time.” You attempted to joke with him. He didn’t even smirk.

He pointed at your plate, “Eat.” He said before stalking off back towards his room.

Your gaze followed his broad shoulders. “Thank you!” You remembered to shout down the hall, not missing the way his footsteps halted for hardly a millisecond. You smiled down at your food, glad to see that he cared in his own, quiet way. 

The next mission you came back from, there was a hot plate of food already waiting for you on the counter. 

You shoot awake in your bed at the sound of a scream followed by loud bangs. You knew who it was. Bucky’s nightmares were bad, but he had yet to get violent. 

You sat in your bed and stared at your bedroom door as if willing yourself to see through the walls separating the two of you.   

Every instinct in your body screamed to help him. Help him not suffer anymore. But the voices of Steve and Tony rang in your head, warning you against it. You contemplated as the violent noises didn’t let up, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. 

Fuck it. You’re an Avenger. If he tries to kill you, then you’ll figure it out.

You slipped out of bed, the cool air hitting your bare legs. You snapped your fingers, a small glowing ball forming above your hand and lighting up the surrounding area. You pushed your bedroom door open and crept across the hall to Bucky’s room. You paused in front of his door, taking a deep breath as your heart thrummed unsteadily in your chest. 

You pushed the handle down slowly, pushing the door open and extending your makeshift light into the room to see. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust, but then you saw him, and the sight in front of you just about broke you. 

His usually large form was made small against the corner of his room. His knees were folded to his chest and his head tucked down. You could see his body tremble violently from where you stood in the doorway. 

“Bucky.” You called out, gentle yet firm. 

He didn’t seem to hear you, his head still tucked and his body shaking. 

You took another deep breath, scolding yourself for being stupid before stepping further into the room and towards the soldier. As you got closer, you could make out the sound of his stuttered breathing and the occasional hitch. Your frown deepened. 

“Bucky? Bucky, it’s me. (Y/n).” You spoke again, slowly kneeling in front of the man. 

Still no response. 

You breathed out a long breath through your nose before closing your eyes briefly. 

You reached a hand out to him, slow and careful. As gently as you could manage, you placed a hand on his shoulder. 

Before you could even react, your body was slammed to the floor, and an arm was pressed across your chest, holding you down. 

Bucky stared down at you with wild eyes. His forehead was covered in a sheen of sweat, and his breathing was labored. His arm on your chest was firm, but you could feel the way that it shook against you. 

“Bucky! Hey! It’s me!” Your voice rose slightly despite you trying to stay calm. 

Bucky’s hold on you didn’t let up. All he did was continue to stare at you with that blank stare, as if he weren’t all there. 

Your chest heaved as you tried to think, looking around the room. Suddenly, it hit you. 

You evened out your breathing and reached a steady hand out to him. His eyes darted between you and your hand, but he didn’t stop you. 

You gently placed your hand against his stubble-covered cheek. You spoke to him softly. Like a mother calming down her frightened child. 

“It’s okay, Buck. I’m right here. You’re safe.” You paused as you felt the pressure on your chest let up a bit. You continued, “They can’t make you do anything here, Bucky. I’m here. (Y/n) is right here with you. I won’t let them hurt you again.” You whispered, softly running your thumb over the curve of his jaw.

You watched as the light slowly returned to his blue eyes, and his breathing began to slow again. 

“(Y-Y/n)?” Bucky croaked out, his voice rough from yelling. 

You smiled at him. “Yeah, Buck. It’s me.” Your hand never left his face.  

Buckt seemed to finally realize the situation you were in, and he retracted his arm like he had been burned. He scrambled backwards until his back hit the side of his bed. 

“Y-You need to leave. I don’t want to hurt you.” He stuttered out, his eyes not meeting your own. You smiled at him gently and scooted towards him. 

“But you didn’t, Buck. You didn’t even come close.” You stated, placing a firm hand against his vibranium arm.

“But-”

“No buts. I’m okay. You’re okay.” You interjected, not wanting him to linger on the prospect of accidentally hurting you any longer. 

There was a brief pause between you two as Bucky’s breath finally evened out fully. “Why are you in here?” He questioned gruffly. 

You tilted your head at him as if he should know the answer to that already. “I was worried and wanted to help.” You responded, never raising your voice over a whisper.

Bucky let out a self-deprecating scoff. “I can deal with the nightmares on my own.” He said, once again avoiding your gaze. 

You grabbe his jaw once again, ignoring the way he stiffened for a second and tilted his eyes up to meet yours. 

“You don’t have to deal with them on your own.” You reassured him, your gaze unwavering. Bucky swallowed as he stared at you. You realized he might be uncomfortable being so close to someone he hardly knew, so you scooted away and dropped your hand from his face.

Bucky tried to ignore the twinge of disappointment he felt. 

Since that night, you and Bucky had gotten noticeably closer. 

He lingered around the compound more and followed you around like a lost puppy. He would do small things for you. things he wouldn’t do for anyone else. 

He would grab things for you off the top shelf that you couldn’t quite reach. He waited for you outside the gym so he could walk you back to your shared floor. He would make an extra pot of coffee in the morning for when you woke up.

The others began to notice. 

One day, Sam and Steve were visiting Bucky on your guys’ floor. You were out with Wanda and Natasha and would be returning anytime now. 

Bucky stood at the oven, the sound of food sizzling on a pan bouncing around the kitchen. 

“I didn’t take you for a chicken tender guy, Barnes,” Sam stated as he sat at the kitchen bar with Steve. Bucky didn’t even glance over his shoulder before responding. 

“(Y/n) likes them.” He said in his usual gruff tone.

Sam looked at Steve, who just shrugged. Sam continued with his teasing.

“So you’re making lunch for (Y/n), who isn’t even home yet, and won’t make any for us?” Sam said with a quirked brow. 

This time, Bucky threw a quick look at the two men over his shoulder before turning back to the stove. “(Y/n) likes my cooking.” He stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Right on cue, the elevator doors opened, and you walked through. “Hey, boys.” You greeted casually as you beelined straight for Bucky. They didn’t miss the small quirk on his lips as he watched you approach him.

“Hey, Buck.” You greeted him separately, placing a gentle hand on the middle of his back, right between his shoulder blades. You looked down at the pan of chicken. “You makin’ yourself some lunch?” You questioned quietly. Bucky shook his head lightly. 

“It’s for you…if you want it.” He said in an almost timid manner, afraid you would reject his cooking despite never having done so before. 

Your smile was blinding as you looked back up at him. “I could never say no to your cooking, Bucky. Thank you.” You said, a sincere grin stretched across your face. 

Sam and Steve watched the almost domestic interaction before excusing themselves and heading to the elevator.

“Man, did you see that?!” Sam questioned with an incredulous wave of his arms as soon as the doors of the elevator shut. 

“I haven’t seen him act that comfortable around anybody but me,” Steve replied, brows furrowed. “I figured they would warm up to each other eventually due to the proximity, but I never expected it to happen this quick,” Steve stated. His mind was running a mile a minute to figure out what you possibly could’ve done to make Bucky act so… peaceful. 

Sam shook his head as the doors opened to another floor, and they stepped out. “As curious as I am, I’ll take this as a win. It’s good he’s opening up to someone.” The man said to Steve, who gave him a firm nod.

“Let’s hope it progresses from here, then.”

“You are going to pace a hole into my floors, Tinman,” Tony said sarcastically as he watched Bucky’s large frame lumber back and forth in front of the large doors of the landing pad of the tower. 

His gaze snapped up to Tony. “Her comms are shut off, and she was supposed to be back an hour ago.” He said, his voice hoarse. Tony sighed in understanding. Despite his playful demeanor, he too was worried about you. 

“That’s why we sent Rogers and Romanoff out 30 minutes ago. They’ll get her, and everyone will be okay.” Tony said in an attempt to calm the anxious super soldier. 

Suddenly, Natasha’s voice crackled to life over the intercom of the room they were in. “We found her. She’s unconscious and bleeding. The rest of the men have been taken care of, and we’re taking her back to the jet.” Natasha spoke with an emotionless tone. The tone she uses when she doesn’t want to break.

Tony was the one to reply, but it was all white noise for Bucky.

Bucky felt like the world was crumbling around him. His small, quiet world he had just barely managed to build. 

In the year that Bucky had been living with the Avengers, living with you, he had grown an undeniable fondness towards you. He knew it, and so did everyone else. You were his sun, and not just because of your abilities. You reached out to him when he felt like he was drowning. Every moment spent with you felt like breathing. 

Each night that you came into his room and calmed him down from whatever terrors that lingered in his mind meant so much to him. Each time, you invited him to watch a movie with you. Something so simple, but you didn’t have to. Sometimes, he would wake up to the credits rolling and his head in your lap. Your delicate fingers running through his long hair.

He clung to your natural warmth like it was the only thing he knew. You were the most gentle being he ever met. He was only reminded of your strength when out on the battlefield, watching you tear through the enemy forces like it was second nature.

His breathing grew heavy as every sweet memory the two of you shared crossed his mind. All he could think about was you. Your voice, your laughter, the way your hair fell against your shoulders, the glint you got in your eyes when you teased him, the way you would hum him to sleep after a particularly rough dream. 

Bucky decided then and there that he couldn’t live without you. Couldn’t live without the warmth you brought to his cold heart. 

“...nes! Barnes!” Bucky’s head shot up at the sound of Tony’s voice. The billionaire was looking down at the trembling man.

“You need to get it together, pal. They’re almost here, and we need your muscles to get her to the medbay.” Bucky’s open mouth closed as he nodded and stood. 

“Did something happen to Steve?” He questioned, knowing that Steve was plenty capable of carrying you himself.

Tony held his chin between two fingers. “Bullet wound in the abdomen. He’s awake and stable but in no condition to carry anyone.” Tony said as the quinjet came into view and began to descend onto the landing pad. Tony looked to Bucky, “She’s top priority.” Bucky nodded. He didn’t need to be told that. 

As soon as the doors opened, the two men descended upon the quinjet. Natasha stepped out with Steve’s weakening body slumped against her body, supporting his weight. She looked to Bucky, “She’s laid out on the seats. Bleeding’s been stopped.” Bucky gave a curt nod and rushed to your unconscious body that was draped over the quinjet’s seating. 

He scooped you into his arms as Tony followed behind, relaying your visible condition to the doctors via the communications device in his ear. 

Bucky’s heavy footfalls thudded throughout the hall as he ran to the medbay. He glanced down at your face every so often. “C’mon sweetheart. You gotta wake up.” He mumbled to himself as the medbay doors finally came into view. 

The attending doctors rushed out the doors to guide Bucky to the surgical table. He set you down gently and watched as the doctors swooped down on you, scissors cutting open your gear and clothes. 

Tony placed a hand on his chest, “C’mon, Barnes. We gotta leave so they can help her.” Tony showed an unusual gentleness, understanding Bucky’s feelings. 

Bucky didn’t put up a fight. He knew he’d just get in the way if he stayed. He exited the doors and walked to the room where Steve was being fixed up. 

The doors slid open, and he met the gaze of Natasha and Steve. His eyes were cold as he stared at them.

“You said it was just a recon mission. There shouldn’t have been that many people there.” Bucky spoke to Steve, his voice unwavering but gruff. 

Steve huffed, his gaze fixed on the linoleum floors. “It was an ambush. More men than she could handle on her own.” He stated. Bucky didn’t reply, his gaze flickering over to Natasha, who was worrying her lip between her teeth. 

“What happened to her?” His voice was quieter now, unsure if he wanted the answer.

Natasha responded this time, “She got overwhelmed. They had some new tech. Something that subdued her powers enough for them to get close.” Natasha’s voice faltered as she continued, “Four gunshot wounds to the torso and a lacerated spleen due to a knife.” 

Bucky swallowed down the lump in his throat. He had taken more gunshots, more knives to the torso than he could remember. But you were you. You didn’t have some fancy serum running through your veins that healed you faster like he and Steve did. 

Bucky almost didn’t want to ask the question that was on the tip of his tongue, but he did. “Do you think she’ll be okay?” His voice was quiet and strained. 

He took note of the hesitance in both Steve and Natasha’s faces. Finally, Steve replied. “We’re unsure. She was unconscious by the time we got to her, and we don’t know how long she was like that.”

Bucky’s whole demeanor changed. His already stiff shoulders tensed considerably, his jaw locked, and his gaze became steely.

“If she dies–” Bucky choked out, not able to finish his sentence. His vibranium fist clenched so hard the metal groaned under the pressure.

He turned and stormed out of the room.

You were out of surgery soon enough and were wheeled into a recovery room. You were stable, and the doctors said you would be okay. But you were yet to wake up. 

Bucky sat next to your bed, his right hand laced with yours. He wanted to feel the unnatural warmth you always had. But now you felt just like everyone else. 

It had been two days since your surgery, and Bucky had only left your side to use the bathroom and to eat. 

Bucky’s eyes shot to the door as Steve walked in. He took in the sight of his best friend. His shoulders were slumped, and his eyes were sunken due to exhaustion. 

“Buck.” He said gently, “You need to rest up and shower.” 

“I can’t. What if she wakes up?” He asked. His voice was hoarse and broken.

Steve sighed. “I’ll be right here, and you’ll be the first to know.” He reassured him. However, Bucky didn’t move. 

“C’mon, Buck. You know she won’t want to see you like that.” He said, stepping closer. “She won’t be able to focus on recovering if she’s too worried about you.” 

Bucky’s eyes met Steve’s. He was right, you couldn’t see him this way. He stood from his chair, his eyes never leaving your face as he walked to the door. 

“Promise me you’ll tell me as soon as she wakes up.” He said, not looking at Steve.

Still, Steve smiled, “I promise, Buck.”

Bucky was quick in the shower, feeling no need to linger. 

Now, he laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He had no desire to sleep. He didn’t deserve to. Not when you were suffering on your own. However, the exhaustion from being up for two days straight and worrying about you finally creeps up on him. He tried to fight off the sleep, but his eyelids only grew heavier and heavier until he drifted off.

“... Sergeant Barnes.” The artificial voice rang throughout his room, causing Bucky to shoot up from his bed.

“FRIDAY?” He croaked out. His voice thick with sleep.

“Captain Rogers asked me to inform you that Miss. (L/n) is awake and is requesting to see you.” The robotic voice explained. 

Bucky didn’t need to hear anything else as he stumbled from his bed and to the door of his room. His breathing was heavy and rough as he sprinted to your recovery room. Every fiber in his being screamed at him to move faster, get to you quicker. As if you would disappear if he didn’t.

Bucky began closing in on the doors of your recovery room, not bothering to slow down, opting to barrel through the cracked door.

His quick movements came to a halt at the sight of you. You were sat up in your bed, Steve’s hand on your back to keep you stable. There was a doctor in the room with a clipboard, presumably talking to you before being interrupted by Bucky’s dramatic entrance. 

Bucky’s breathing was labored as your eyes locked on him, and despite your situation, despite all the pain, you grinned. “Bucky.” His name came out of your mouth in a quiet whisper. 

He stalked over to you and felt his hand tremble as he reached for yours. “Hey, doll.” He said quietly, attempting to match your smile with a shaky one. 

Steve nodded to the doctor, who got the message and turned to leave. Steve spoke next. “You two catch up for now.” He said, then turned to you, “Let us know if you need anything.” He spoke more gently now. 

You smiled up at him. “Thank you, Steve.”

Steve nodded and left the room.

You looked back to Bucky, your fingers slowly gaining back their warmth. “Hi, Bucky.” You said, your grin not leaving your face.

Bucky let out a disbelieving laugh. “How can you be grinning right now?” He asked, his smile gentle and sweet. 

You shrugged and ran your thumb over the back of his hand, tracing the scars. “Well, I’m alive, aren’t I? I couldn’t have asked for better.” You spoke to him.

Bucky shook his head. “I would’ve preferred for you not to be sitting here, injured.” He said, his eyes glancing over your every feature. He couldn’t be happier to be talking to you right now. 

“Bucky?” Your small voice echoed between the two of you.

His eyes never left your face. “Yes, sweetheart?”

“I want to take a shower.” You stated plainly. 

Bucky laughed increduously at your simple request. “Baby—” The pet name slipped out, but he didn’t notice. “You are in no condition to leave this bed right now.” He said.

You pouted. “Bucky, I feel so gross. I can’t live like this.”

He rolled his eyes at your whining but kept smiling. “As soon as you’re cleared, doll, I’ll get you a shower. I promise.” He said gently, as if he were placating a child.

Your smile softened. “Okay, Bucky. Thank you.”

Bucky’s head tilted slightly as he looked at you. “Anything you want, doll, it’s yours.”

It took only two more days for you to be cleared to walk around and move back into your room. You were to report back for daily checkups and were on strong antibiotics. 

Bucky stood next to your hospital bed as you shimmied your shirt over your head. He turned away to protect your modesty but stood close in case you needed his help. 

“Bucky.” 

He turned back around at the call of his name, his gaze raking over your body. It was refreshing to see you in something other than a hospital gown.

“Ready to go?” He asked, extending his vibranium hand out to you. You nodded. You took his hand and stood shakily. His flesh hand was placed gently on the small of your back as he helped you stand. “Let me know if you need me to carry you.” He said firmly, not wanting to risk you getting injured any further. 

The two of you walked out of the room. His usual quick strides were slower in shorter to keep pace with you. Slowly but surely, the two of you made it to your room. You sat on your bed to catch your breath, having not been used to walking so far, let alone at all. 

Bucky watched as your gaze lingered on your bathroom door. “Shower?” He asked you. You looked to him with a small smile and nodded. 

Before you could bother trying to stand, Bucky was walking to your bathroom. You listened to the sound of the shower as Bucky turned it on. He came back to the room and rummaged through your drawers, looking for comfortable clothes. He went back to the bathroom to place your folded clothes on the counter for you. He was quick to walk back out to your side, hoisting you up gently. 

“You don’t have to do this, Buck.” You spoke softly. 

Bucky didn’t look at you, too focused on watching your footing. “Don’t start with that. I want to.” He replied, leaving no room for argument. 

The two of you made it to the bathroom, and he slowly dropped your hand. 

“Do you need help?” He asked, not wanting to overstep any boundaries.

You glanced over at your shower. It was a walk-in, so it should be manageable. “No, I think I’ll be okay.” You replied and turned to look back at Bucky.

You could still see the worry swirl in his eyes, but you knew he wouldn’t stop worrying until you were completely healed. Eventually, he nodded. “Let me know if you need anything. I’ll be right outside the door.” He said.

You smiled and nodded. “Thank you, Bucky. I will.”

His gaze lingered on you before turning to leave, closing the door with a quiet click behind him. 

You turned to the shower and took a deep breath. You took off your clothes slowly, ignoring the searing pain in your torso as you lifted your arms over your head to get your shirt off. 

You had finally managed to get your clothes off and stared at yourself in the mirror. You frowned at your wounds that were stitched closed and traced a finger over them. They would scar. 

You sighed and walked slowly to the shower. You felt the temperature of the water, smiling to yourself when you realized Bucky had it set to just the right temperature. You stepped in and groaned in pleasure at the feeling of the warm water beating against your skin. Your muscles began to relax as the water cascaded gently against your body.

You decided you couldn’t keep Bucky waiting forever and decided to begin washing yourself. You leaned over for your shampoo but winced and grabbed one of the wounds on your side. It seemed it didn’t agree with the movement. You powered through and grabbed the bottle, opening the lid and squirting the soap into your hand. 

You reached up to your head, ignoring the pain that racked up and down your body, and began scrubbing.

Your teeth are gritted painfully together, the white hot pain becoming unbearable. You couldn’t hold your arms up, let alone move them, for long due to your body being littered with deep wounds. You became frustrated, dropping your arms as the soap dripped down your hair and hands. Tears sprung to your eyes, angry with your own helplessness. 

You took a deep breath and shut the water off.

Bucky’s brows furrowed in confusion at the sound of the water stopping. That was way too quick, especially considering your condition. 

“Bucky?” Your small voice echoed from behind the door.

 Bucky sprang up and paused right outside the door, hand already on the handle. “Doll? You alright?” He called out, his face etched with worry. 

No response.

“Sweetheart, if you don’t answer me, I’m going to come in there.” He could hear the worry in his voice as he spoke.

Once again, no response. 

Bucky’s breathing faltered, and he pressed down on the handle, pushing the door open with ease. 

His gaze immediately locked on you. Your arms were crossed over your chest, your body trembling. Either in pain or due to the cold on your wet skin. He couldn’t tell. However, he felt his heart clench in his chest at the sight of your wet eyes and your shaky bottom lip.

“Oh, sweetheart.” He breathed out, reaching you in three quick strides as his hands raised to cup your face gently.

“What’s wrong, honey?” He asked in a whisper, as if speaking in a normal voice would hurt you further. 

Your water eyes looked up at his, and you drew in a shaky breath before speaking. “I-I can’t–” You swallowed before continuing. “I need your help.” You said, “Please?” You choked out, meek and scared. 

Bucky felt his heart shatter. In the year he has known you, he has never seen you like this. So small and sad. 

Bucky brushed a tear from your cheek as it fell. “Of course, sweetheart.” His hands moved from your cheeks and to your shoulders. He nudged you back into the shower and turned the handle. The water came back to life, still warm. It trickled down your body as you stood there. 

Bucky smiled at you softly. “Are you okay with me taking my clothes off, doll?” He asked, not wanting to make you any more uncomfortable than you already may be. He watched as you gave him a quick nod, the tears still not leaving your eyes. 

Bucky made quick work of his clothes before stepping into the shower right behind you. “Is it okay if I touch you?” He asked calmly. You responded with another nod of your head. 

Bucky drew in a breath before reaching for your hair and scrubbing in the rest of the shampoo. He was gentle and careful, treating you like a doll. His doll. He turned you around to rinse your hair in the water but paused when he saw the tears running down your face and your lip still trembling. His frown deepened as he took in your smaller form.

He cupped your face again. “What’s wrong, honey? Where’s it hurt?” He questioned, his gaze dropping slightly to look at your wounds before he locked his eyes back onto yours. 

You shook your head at him, and his brows furrowed in response. “You gotta talk to me. I can’t help you if I don’t know what's wrong.” He chided gently, egging you on. 

You drew in a shaky breath before speaking. “I was so scared, Bucky.” You looked down at his chest, wanting to avoid his gaze. “I-I thought I was going to die.” You choked out.

Bucky’s shoulders tensed as he realized you were talking about that day. You hadn’t spoken of it since you woke up. No one pressured you, knowing you needed time. Bucky was about to respond, but you cut him off.

“And all I could think about—” You hiccuped, practically choking on your own emotion. “All I could think about was you.” You finally got out.

Bucky froze where he stood, his eyes widening slightly. 

“All I could think about was what you would do if I died. Who would comfort you when you had a nightmare—” You were speaking too fast now and tripping over your words. “And then, I sat there. Bleeding out, in pain, and my consciousness beginning to slip.” You paused. “All I thought about was how I was going to die here, cold and alone, never getting to tell you how I felt.” 

Bucky’s heart pounded hard in his chest as you rambled on. His grip on your face tightened slightly. “Doll—” He croaked, but you cut him off again. 

Your eyes locked with his. The color in them more vibrant with your tears. “I love you, Bucky Barnes. And I have to tell you now, or I’ll regret it forever.” You said resolutely, your voice more steady than it had been since he had entered the shower with you. 

Bucky could feel his own hands tremble. Could feel every beat of his pounding heart against his ribcage.

“You l-love me?” Bucky choked out, his own eyes beginning to water. 

You nodded, nuzzling your face into his open palm. Your eyes were still wet, and your lips still trembled. 

Bucky rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. He took in a steadying breath as he felt your lips brush his. “Can I kiss you?” He whispered. 

You responded with an almost imperceptible nod. 

Bucky sighed before slotting his lips against yours gently. He poured every ounce of love into that kiss. Every feeling you’ve ever made his cold heart feel. One of his hands dropped to your waist, the other to the side of your neck. He pulled you against him, his lips working over yours slowly. He groaned as one of your hands made their way into his hair, pulling gently. 

You pulled away first, gasping for air as you rested your forehead against his chest. Bucky’s hand gently chucked your chin, directing your gaze towards his. His eyes were so soft, so different from the usual look they held.

“I love you too, doll.” He whispered.

You felt your face split into a smile. Your tears were long gone. All you felt in that moment was love and joy. 

You tucked your face back into his chest as your body began to heat in giddy embarrassment due to your power. You felt the rumble of Bucky’s laugh against you. 

“You can’t be embarrassed now, Sweetheart. I’ve already seen you naked.” 

You responded with a smack to his chest and glared up at him. He only continued to smile at you before leaning down and capturing your lips into another kiss. This kiss was softer, slower. 

He pulled back and mumbled against your mouth. “Don’t ever fucking scare me like that again.”

divider creds: @aquazero

[yuulettte]

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫?!"

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 ��𝐥𝐥 ✧ദ്ദി( ˶^ᗜ^˶ )

✰ Tags: gn!reader x various JJK men, fluff, reader has a cold oh NOOOO!!, sfw, just sugary sweet

✰Characters: Gojo, Yuta, Yuji, Geto, Megumi, Nanami

✰ A/N: I tested positive for covid so I decided to be self indulgent.. First time writing hcs for most of these boys ( ´ ▽ ` ) I apologize in advance

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𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You tell him not to come near you out of habit, but he reminds you about his limitless technique! Can germs touch him? Who knows~

Long movie watching sessions, he'll buy you whatever you want to eat. Shoko told him to make sure you're hydrated, so he might force you to drink. Good luck!

Still manages to make you laugh with his antics. He'll wave his hands over you, using that eccentric tone, "Get better~ get better~!" as if it'll magically heal you

One time you catch him reading articles online on how to take care of a sick partner. The expression on his face is that of pure focus

He eventually gets fed up and says something about how 'the strongest never gets sick!' And thus turns off his technique to cuddle with you. He catches your cold the next day LOL

Guess even the strongest isn't immune to flu season

𝐘𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐎𝐤𝐤𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐮 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Attentive in every way. Is absolutely unafraid of getting sick. He always ends up catching whatever bug you have because he takes care of you no matter what

Runs you warm baths. He'll help you wash, dry your hair, and get dressed.

Rubs your back if you're feeling unwell, even when you're not sick ( ´ ▽ ` )

"What do you need? I'll go get it for you. Is there a dish you'd like for me to cook?"

He's an insanely good care taker (no surprise)

Has a habit of buying you plushies whenever you get sick, so your bed is over taken by them after a few years of dating. It's an army.. Or so you call it!

Will give you that sad puppy look if you refuse to let him hold you, even if it's out of love. He just wants to make you feel better

Doesn't let anyone else enter the house unless it's your family, he's your boyfriend and so it's his responsibility to take care of you! (he's protective)

𝐘𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Will show up at your place with a bag full of medicine and goodies

Also doesn't care about catching whatever you have.

"I've got a super good immune system, so it's no problem!"

It's true too, what takes you a week to get over he'll tank in two days. It's actually kinda scary

He'll do whatever he can to make you laugh. And if you can't, then he'll comfort you

You'll have video game tournaments in your bed, and by the end he's always curled around you like a guard dog. The both of you fall asleep like that often

He'll wipe the sweat from your forehead and give you a cooling pad when you wake up as an apology :'D

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

He's not very good with germs, so he might keep his distance if you have a nasty virus

He still really cares! Just may approach you with a mask and some anti bacterial

Lots of praise. Reminds you that it'll be okay, you'll feel better soon and he'll make sure of it

"You'll feel better soon my love, don't worry. Just drink this,"

He'll sooth you with his voice to help you fall asleep.

Like Satoru, he'll ask Shoko for advice on how to care for you. He takes to it more naturally, though. It's the dad vibes! Care taking is in his DNA

You find yourself getting sick way less often when spending tons of time with him. He just has that sort of aura?

𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Not the most emotionally attentive, but he'll come over and bring magazines/books for you to read and some medicine

Will sit with you in silence. He doesn't want you to hurt your throat from forcing yourself to talk

If you'd like, he'll summon his shadow dogs for you to cuddle with. He'd do it himself but he doesn't want you to feel sweaty

He's surprisingly strict about what you eat. It has to be homemade and full of nutrients

He cooks recipes that Tsumiki taught him for you ✧ദ്ദി( ˶^ᗜ^˶ ) they're delicious!

Even if he doesn't show it outwardly, he's honestly extremely worried. He wants you to get better as soon as possible!

𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

He takes time off work, you're his number one priority. He WILL be the one nursing you back to health

Husband material. He knows all of your favorite sick foods and most effective medications

Firm about you getting rest. "Please, allow me honey," and it's you literally reaching for a cup of water

He cooks meals that are easy on your stomach. Took the time to educate himself on what vitamins to give you

Will likely also catch your sicky, but he honestly doesn't mind because that means more time off with you.

The two of you will be wrapped around each other in bed while he reads to you, both with wet towels on your foreheads <3

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[moonyflesh]

dating Logan Howlett would include…

WARNINGS: smutty. p in v, oral sex, fingering, breeding kink, orgasm teasing/control, mentions of aggressive/risky sex, (language, obviously), etc. - [🔞]

CHARACTERS: James “Logan” Howlett (MARVEL/X-MEN/WOLVERINE)

🐾 .*.. 🩹

- possessive smacks on the ass when you pass him in the hall.

- all talk, but no bite (he would never actually hurt you).

- routine scalp massages (on both ends), usually ending in you both being passed out on the other’s bed.

- having to label what food is yours, or he will eat it.

- constantly scolding him for his chapped lips…where he continuously looses the chapsticks you graciously lend him (he always buys you more).

- playful banter that usually ends with you bent over whatever flat surface is nearby.

- having to get used to loud chewing. i mean, it’s Logan. what do you expect?

- not much physical show of affection in public- that’s reserved for behind closed doors. (an occasional press of his lips to your forehead, or his hand on the small of your back is as far as he’s willing to put on display for the student’s prying eyes).

- thriving off of each other’s warmth at night- tangled up in each other under some thin duvet.

- country, bluegrass, and old as fuck music. don’t you dare even think about turning on “that shitty music you like so much” around him.

- being turned on by your makeup on him in some way— lipstick prints smeared along the collar of his white t-shirt- your mascara running down your face and smearing onto his fingers when he wipes it off.

- (^) just you making an absolute mess on him in general. he fucking loves it.

- needing to take sharp intakes of breath in between his kisses, since he physically can hold his breath for much longer than the “average mutant”.

- rough, meaningful sex. there is no such thing as a ‘quickie’ in his book. he wants to savor your moments of vulnerability.

- more teeth than tongue. he wants to feel how you squirm under him when his canines sink into your lips, shoulders, and inner thighs.

- (^) lovebites and hickeys. you’re not allowed to leave the house unless there’s something that’s marking you as taken. as his.

- wearing his clothes when he’s gone for long periods of time.

- long motorcycle rides, usually at night. (he makes you wear a helmet and plenty of protective leather, much to his enjoyment).

- soaking in your scent. he always knows when your needy. he can smell it on you.

- oh, and he smells like cedar wood and pine. Maybe a bit of cigar smoke- his natural sweat smell he can’t seem to get rid of? Something Iike that.

- (^) him going absolutely feral when he can smell himself on you- his cologne, cigars- just his general aura on you is such a massive turn on for him.

- lots of loving nips and kisses, though. constantly has his lips pressed against the nape of your neck or crown of your skull.

- sleeps with you in his arms. no way in hell you’re allowed to wake up before him.

- face sitting. he wants every pound of you on his mouth and nose, his arms wrapped up and around your thighs, pushing your cunt into his tongue.

- wanting to feel good too. no matter how hard he’s been going down on you, he wants release, too.

- praise. lots of shrewd language and name-calling.

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“fuck, that’s my good fucking girl- you’re doing so good, sweetheart- so pretty all sweaty and wet cuzzah’ me, huh?”

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- face fucking. he’ll stop no matter how close he is to his peak if you need him to, but he wants it so far down your throat. and you better swallow every last drop.

- breeding kink? idk i just feel like he’s super into seeing you carry his kid (only when you’re ready, though. he of all people knows what a big deal pregnancy is).

- decent aftercare. he at least puts some amount of effort into it; probably brings you a glass of lukewarm water, a damp towel from his bathroom, maybe one of his t-shirts if he thinks of it.

- expect to wait a while for him to say “i love you” back. he’s been hurt. too many times. he loves you, he breathes you, he craves you. he just doesn’t know if he’s ready to actually admit that to himself yet, let alone to you.

[marvelrivalsplayer69420]

punisher nsfw alphabet

A - Aftercare (what are they like after sex?):

to Frank, aftercare is just as important as sex, if not more important. he always makes sure you remember the safeword before you engage in anything.

always attuned to your needs, Frank adapts to whatever you need after the deed is done. but he usually starts with some praise, and repositioning you into a cozy, lazy position such as on your back so he can go to the bathroom to get something ready for you— anything from a simple wet cloth to running a full bath for you. he sticks to you like glue, never letting you out of his sight unless you actually want to be alone to decompress. and if he leaves you, he’s going back to the bedroom to change the sheets, finally put some clothes on himself, and order some dinner for you. or he might just let you fall asleep in his arms if you’re super tired.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Frank loves your body for everything it is and prefers having you at your most naked. he’s always taking everything off of you, worshiping every inch of you and making you feel even more naked somehow. if he had to pick, it’d be between your chest and your ass. he loves any squishiness on them and sometimes he can’t resist but to gently pat your ass when you walk by.

he doesn’t really love his body the same way he loves yours. sure, he appreciates his strength because it means he can get you in so many positions, but it also means he can hurt you so easily. and he’s fucking terrified of hurting you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

as always, Frank puts you first. he worries about your needs far before he thinks about his own. most of the time, he’s making you cum at least twice before he’s inside you, unless you’re particularly desperate for him. he’s honestly content not cumming at all if it just doesn’t happen, though he’ll probably take care of himself later on his own if that happens.

when it comes to where he wants to cum, the only place Frank is really content with is inside you, condom or not. there’s only two other places he’s okay with it going, and that’s on your thighs or back. he personally sees it as disrespectful to cum on your face or chest and it just doesn’t scratch that itch in his brain quite like pumping you full does.

yes he is willing to eat you out after he’s cum inside you. very willing, actually. there’s a part of him that’s kind of turned on by it, though most of his mind is on how much you’re enjoying his touch and making sure not to be too rough on you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

call him Daddy. he secretly loves it but it might take a while to admit he loves it if it’s still early in the relationship. that is, until you realize how much he likes it and you’re constantly calling him that. then he just gives in and takes on the role of Daddy fully (as if he wasn’t already doing that with the way he cares for you).

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Frank was married and has experience — sure, it’s probably been a little while that he’s touched anyone since Maria passed due to well… everything that loss did to him. but when he’s with you, it’s like he never lost his touch. even if he’s now adapting to your needs.

in the beginning he’ll treat you like glass and that never quite goes away, but it never takes long for him to find out exactly where you like to be touched and how. he can just read you like a book.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Frank he has a few positions he likes to do mostly because he feels sure of them; knows how to move so he doesn’t accidentally hurt you, can keep control of his and your bodies, and can keep tabs on your reactions to see how you feel in the moment. these positions are missionary, face-sitting (only if you’re sitting on his face), and doggy style, along with some mild variations on them that make it easier for you (not necessarily easier for him to do, but he just wants you comfortable).

however, he also likes stuff like prone bone, shower sex, and cowgirl if you can convince him. he is generally unwilling to try new positions that he isn’t used to because he doesn’t want to hurt you, but he might be willing to try ones that are already similar to the ones he knows if you’ve tried them before with other partners or there’s a safeguard in place that makes it unlikely you’ll somehow get hurt.

G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

it’s rare to hear Frank try to be funny in the bedroom; he’s almost all serious, all about making you feel good and making sure you’re satisfied by the end of it. he might make one little joke here or there if you’re really silly or playful, but most of the time he’s giving a little “mhm,” or a small teasing reply before getting back to work on pleasing you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

before you got intimate, Frank was kind of a mess. long and untrimmed hair down there, which he quickly started to trim so it was neat when you started to get close, about the same time he started shaving his face in his attempt to look cleaner and neater for you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

for Frank, intimacy is kind of the point of sex. it isn’t just for pleasure or to relieve stress, but to feel closer to you and to be more in-tune with your needs. he treats you with reverence and puts all his attention on you; how you look, how you feel, how close you are, and what noises you’re making. you are the most important thing to him during the act.

he checks in frequently both in small ways and big ways, getting you to look at him or talk to him or beg for him so he knows where your head is at. his go-to missionary isn’t just because he likes to be on top, it’s so he gets to be closer to you.

he’s always complimenting the things he knows you’re insecure about, kissing you in the places you like it most, touching you just short of where you need it, enjoying every moment with you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he doesn’t indulge himself in solo play often, especially if he has you, but if he’s in the mood and you’re not for whatever reason, he’s going to excuse himself and take care of himself in the bathroom. he also just doesn’t do anything interesting with it; imagines you in a variety of fun scenarios, uses his hand, gets off, and cleans up. then he comes back to you all satisfied and a little handsy.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Frank is kinda vanilla, but he has a few things he really likes and is willing to indulge in sometimes if you’re into it as much as he is. he’s also (usually) willing to indulge what you want, so long as it’s safe and doesn’t cross hard boundaries for him.

Frank’s small group of kinks include: spanking, praise(-ing you), and overstimulating you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

unsurprisingly, his number one place is in bed, where he usually makes a whole nest of pillows and towels that allows you to just lay back and relax while he gives. but Frank also loves shower sex, where he can just hold you up against the wall and stay warm with you under the hot water.

Frank prefers to keep things private, but he’s willing to pull over the car on a lonely road and take care of you if it can’t wait, especially if you’re on a roadtrip together where it’s just driving and driving with one of his hands on your thigh the whole time.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Frank’s main motivation is you and your body. if you’re naked around him, expect all his attention to be solely on you. staring and touching you any chance he gets because sometimes he can’t help himself. it’s why he doesn’t take showers with you, the man cannot control himself.

a small list of things that make Frank inexplicably horny: the way you wear his shirts, being sweaty, anything that makes your ass or your chest look good, and your pouty face when you’re teasing each other. he always gives in when you’re pouting about something or looking really cute and to him, you’re adorable when you pout.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

anything with a high risk of damage or pain due to his own strength; choking, biting, fisting, tying you up (unless its with a very soft material and it’s not an uncomfortable position, then he might tie you up rarely at your request), and anything above spanking your ass. slapping is completely off the table— tapping your face or thighs a little, sure, he can do that. but slap you? never.

spanking your ass is the only exception to pain for him, because he only focuses it on the fleshiest part of your ass and while he goes hard enough to sting and leave marks, he’s very tuned into your reactions and always knows when to stop. and even then, he tries to limit spanking to punishment or attitude adjustment or just when you need something with a sting to satisfy you.

Frank also might be willing to put his hand over your mouth for a bit of breathplay, but he will not do it for long. maybe a minute, tops, and he needs to make sure you can breath through your nose when he does. he only really does this to intensify an orgasm for you, obviously with given consent and a safeword established beforehand.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Frank loves giving, and it’s no surprise because his whole thing is giving you what you need\want�� but his favorite thing to do is the bedroom is go down on his partner. He couldn’t care less if you reciprocate, but if he finds out you don’t like giving that much, he’ll probably never let you go down on him.

he’s never gone down on someone with a penis before, but he will gladly learn how if it means making you feel good. he’s dedicated to training his gag reflex if it means making you feel good.

he loves the feeling of you against his tongue and face, taking in all your reactions while he’s between your legs, and most of all he loves having you in that position where he can show you how much he loves you through his actions, through the way he tastes you and savors you, not leaving a drop left and still talking you through your orgasms while he feasts on you. he would stay down there forever if he could.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he can really go either way— sometimes he’s going so hard that you move up on the bed with every thrust and the headboard slams the walls, growling in your ear and holding you down. sometimes he’s so agonizingly slow, cooing at you while he’s stretching you out and making you plead for more before he goes any faster. Frank can do both and even in-betweens, it all depends on what you need from him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Frank does not do quickies. he doesn’t like them because it doesn’t really allow him to fully get close to you and take care of you as long as he wants. he likes being between your legs for a long time, giving everything to you for as long as you can take it— quickies don’t really work like that, and they don’t really get that energy out of him like the full experience does.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Frank is generally unwilling to experiment too hard in fear of hurting you. if you’re into bondage, he’s not going to experiment with any tying that is remotely hard on your body whether that be rope (always a soft t-shirt with him) or positions that might be uncomfortable if you’re in them for too long.

however, i think he might be willing to try stuff with no physical risk. blindfolds, a bit of verbal degradation, and trying positions you already do but with some slight modifications that give different results but aren’t completely new or difficult. stuff that has like, no physical harm in the equation but can be exciting for various reasons.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can go for a while, usually about 3 rounds but maybe 4 on a good day. and just because his body is tired doesn’t mean he’s going to give up on pleasing you — if he’s already soft somehow he’s going to put his head between your legs instead and just keep going that way until you’re completely satisfied.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he doesn’t really mess with toys. he’s a bit traditional in the sense that he thinks he should be the one to take care of all of your needs himself and that you don’t really need the toys unless he’s gone for a day or more.

but I feel like he could use them with you as long as it’s for you. he wouldn’t mess with stuff like cockrings on himself let alone pegging, but he would enjoy using a vibrator on you sometimes to overstimulate you or give you a blended orgasm. but most of the time he prefers touching you with his own hands.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Frank enjoys being teasing and rough sometimes, depriving you of what you need until you ask for it, spanking you and telling you you’re a brat, or overstimulating you saying you can take another orgasm when you can’t stop squirming. he prefers to tease more through straightforward actions instead of words.

but he’s not capable of being too harsh on you— and it’s why Frank often finds himself crumbling to your whims if you look at him the right way. that's when he gets tender without turning the switch all the way off. he may crumble and apologize for spanking you, but will let you know why you needed it as he refocuses to making you feel good again. or if you’re overstimulated he’ll slow down his pace and talk you through your next orgasm while praising you.

he can tell if you’re faking. if you’re exaggerating, he will continue to deprive you just a bit longer or spank you a little harder or give you three more orgasms. but if he can see he did too much for you to take and you’re actually crying out of distress, he’s immediately stopping and going into aftercare mode.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Frank seems like he’s all grunts and growls and talking you through it, but really under all of it he’s holding back whimpers and moans. and you probably won’t realize it until one day you leave him wanting so bad, teasing him by sitting in his lap but not letting him take your clothes off yet and he just whimpers in your ear. a soft little sound that is nearly hoarse because of how needy he secretly is but won’t show.

please make him whimper more. he has to be really desperate for it, but the work is absolutely worth it; to hear him grunting and huffing and trying to keep up with his own desire for you and trying to please you that he goes so fast and hard that he can’t help but let a few whimpers slip and maybe even a moan if you’re lucky. after the deed is done he tries to deny it but if you express love for it he might just do it a tiny bit more.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I know everyone else on Frank Castle x reader has said this but I’m saying it anyway. he loves period sex. he can’t get enough of it, even though the sight of blood between your legs in any other context would freak him out, like he can’t even bruise you without feeling guilty. but period blood feels so much more intimate to him plus it gives him a chance to really focus on you and what you need as if he doesn’t do that constantly already. he checks in more often during period sex and makes sure you’re extra comfortable before, during, and after. he would even go down on you during your period with no complaints.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

he’s big in every sense of the word. his hands and arms can easily pin you in place. his thighs and torso and hips are so wide that it’s hard to ride him, he’s a fucking giant of a man.

as for his cock? it’s big too. and sometimes it’s too big to fit inside you so he works you up for a very long time until you’re begging for him. and even then he might just make you wait a while longer because he needs to get you as wet as possible before he even thinks of sliding inside you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

his sex drive isn’t wildly high, but it does go up considerably after you both are officially in a relationship and get moderately intimate because it makes the relationship more real to him. like sure yeah this all could’ve just been a fling to him before, but now he has real big feelings about you and if you’re moved in then he’s just going to find himself more in love with you. all the little things you do around the house that make his heart flutter combined with the stuff you do that makes him hard.

he will find anything to yearn about with you. the way you tie a towel around you after a shower makes his head turn and he has to look away because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable. but if you just walk to the bedroom naked to find something to wear after your shower? holy shit he cannot keep his hands off of you. always trying to distract you and convince you to let him have you if you dare be naked in front of his wandering eyes. of course he’ll back off if you say so, but that means he’s leaving the room until you’re dressed because you’re so attractive to him and oops he’s already hard and needs to take care of himself alone now. there are less extreme examples, such as wearing clothes that accentuate your body, moving in ways that make your body jiggle a little bit, and any time you are sweaty. this man is a whore for you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

sometimes, sex is one of the few things that can successfully put Frank to sleep after a long day\night. it's his favorite way to unwind when he gets home late from a mission (if you’re even awake), and as soon as it’s over and you’re falling asleep in his arms after he took care of you and cleaned you up, he can’t help but pass out right alongside you. unlike every other method of trying to sleep (alcohol, pills, hot baths, the works), this is the only reliable way to put Frank out.

[urban-shade]

Here's my headcanon for Sebastian's MR-P living situation! I think I've thought up enough details that it'd make a fun post to read.

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Prerequisite information from some of the writers strawpage Q&A's: It was confirmed they have specialized showers for large MR-P's (maybe experiments in general?), and that there were others in a similar situation to Sebastian (such that they would also need a big shower like him, nothing else was confirmed)

I forgot where I got this info but the MR-P conditions have been likened to nice european prisons, so I base my headcanons off of looking up stuff about swedish and norwegian prisons

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SO! We can presume that Urbanshade somewhat makes an effort to accommodate their experiment MR-P's.

With that in mind, Sebastian obviously needs a pool big enough for him to exercise in. He's been said to be very agile in water (and land) and you don't get skilled at swimming unless you've had time to practice.

(Honestly, I think it's probably a little bigger than this, I just didn't want to draw it to super accurate scale)

It'd be financially stupid to make a pool SEBASTIAN-BIG for just one guy though, so I think this is a facility-wide shared pool. At least for MR-P's and lower ranked staff like scientists, not sure if higher-ups / managers /bosses would wanna use it.

They use buoys + a retractable false bottom for the "human" part of the pool so people don't dive too deep or swim out in the middle and be harder to rescue. I don't think they would ever let humans swim in there while large experiments are using it, so experiments would need to rent out pool time, the human barriers are easily removable so they can make use of the whole space.

Since our larger experiments are using the pool, they need to shower off the chlorine/whatever chemical, so the specialized showers are nearby! In order to make sure they have easy access to the pool and showers, their living quarters would also be right outside the pool.

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Finally, we get to Sebastian's cell!

I heavily based it off of this Swedish prison cell. If I ever model it everything will be true-to scale for Sebastian, but this is just a rough approximate. The doors/openings would be wide enough for his fluke to fit through.

I imagine he has some possessions to his name that he got with vouchers! 12 years is a long time, he's collected stuff. A few different outfits as well as his normal uniform, cigarettes, pens and paper for drawing/designing, sewing kit, etc. I think he likes to think up of engineering stuff and schematics at his desk, he can't really make anything but it helps him keep his mind sharp to plan out hypothetical projects.

I was thinking little origami bunnies on his shelf to remind him of zerum would be cute haha

There's a TV mounted to the wall to ensure MR-P's get announcements of their schedules and such, but in their offtime I think they could pop in VHS's or VD's into a little wall receptacle to watch. I think there's probably a limited library for MR-P's where he can rent out books, maybe films/tv with vouchers? I don't think MR-P's would get internet access at all, so in what free time Sebastian has, his entertainment is limited.

I'm not entirely sure what the selection would be like, Urbanshade wouldn't want to have anything that inspires revolution (like real life prisons.. 😓), which cuts out most fun action movies lol. I was thinking it'd be funny if it was largely movies Mr Shade likes.. like old B&W cowboy and samurai movies.

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Side tangent about the library and what he gets up to in his free time, I think he's learned a few skills through guide books

Looking at his clothes, I think he is most likely modifying his clothing himself. The stitches are large and uneven, which can be inferred he has to use big leather needles and thick/leather thread since his hands are too big to use normal ones comfortably (yes I think this is just a stylistic choice for the model so it looks nice and so the stitches are visible, but it's fun to read into things way too much)

I might finish this comic later but I think he sewed the opening on his poet shirt more closed because he didn't like that his chest was so exposed haha

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Back to my final headcanon about his room

For his bed, I think he has a regular decent quality prison bed, but super sized and a bit wider than a human bed. (Reinforced as well since he's heavy)

It's big enough for him to sleep with his tail half folded, or to sleep in a big pile, but not stretched all the way out. (I think sleeping completely straight would feel weird for him.. snake instincts Do Not like it)

He had to make his blanket himself. He's had his standard issue blanket since his LR-P days, and it was "big enough" for his fish self that Urbanshade didn't bother getting him a bigger one. So over time he's added to it with other blankets he's managed to get his hands on.

Anyways hope this was an enjoyable read i think way too much about pressure

[fckmyylife]

unspoken rules

(Itoshi Sae x female reader) Chapter 1

Switching from one job to another as a maid wasn't easy due to your multiple bad experiences with previous employers. Somehow, you had landed a job as the maid for Itoshi Sae, a famous footballer. He was more present at his estate in Japan, as he was back home to train for an upcoming match, meaning he needed someone to take care of things whilst he was busy. You kept things in order as best as you could, mostly out of fear of his intimidating presence and incase he'd let you go, leaving you with no employment and nowhere to live. But as a few mishaps occur here and there, you're convinced Sae despises you even more - yet does not fire you, for some reason.

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• angst, maid, reader has no friends or family, intimidation, hurt/comfort, shy reader, Itoshi Sae is bad at feelings. inspired by this story!

Warning: implied/referenced past sexual harrassment, reader has no friends or family.

!! DO NOT MAKE AI BOTS OF MY FIC !!

chapter two | masterlist | taglist + rules

“As you can tell, the house itself is fine,” your new boss’s manager, Girolan Dabadie, spoke. He was referring to how there wasn’t really any particular mess. “Sae needs someone to make sure everything is in order for the days he is actually at home.”

You nodded, though you wondered just how busy Itoshi Sae was if he was barely home to check up on his home. Unless he owned multiple homes, or he was always in a different country, or both. Rich people scared you, but he was probably genuinely busy as a footballer. 

Not that you were into the sport or his actual career. You hadn’t really heard of him before, but from what you found out; he was incredibly famous, making it insane that you somehow got this job.

After jumping from multiple maid jobs, which annoyingly meant you also had no stable place to live when each boss of yours let you go, your experience working for many employers - though not for incredibly long - aided you to get a job as the maid for a famous footballer. It must have also helped in the application question that asked if there was any conflict of interest, if you had any friends or family members that were super-fans of Itoshi Sae, where you answered that you had no friends or family, nor were you well-versed with football. You were glad that wasn’t brought up in the interview.

When you never had any idea if you’d even have enough for your next meal, you unfortunately didn’t have time for hobbies such as a sport like soccer or TV dramas - things that required you to tune in. Reading was typically the only hobby you had and even that felt limited as you could only read from libraries, seeing as you had nowhere to put any books if you bought any.

Mr. Dabadie led you around Sae’s mansion, telling you more of what Sae expected from you - though he mentioned that Sae would apparently tell you more. What was confusing was that the manager was not even Sae’s boss, but it was the other way around and Sae was the one paying both of you. It seemed he was the boss of everything.

Eventually, Mr. Dabadie left and let you explore the place, not after giving you a set of keys for all around the estate, including the gates to get in and out. You were glad to be alone, because every room had you more flabbergasted than seeing the last and it was embarrassing to gawk in front of someone who was used to lavish things. It was obviously the biggest house, no, mansion, you had ever had the privilege of working and now living in. The first thing your eyes laid on when you stepped into the house was his cabinet full of endless trophies. He was a hotshot footballer clearly. He even had a swimming pool, that was covered up and probably icy at this point of the year.

When you first and finally got to Sae’s estate, since it was located in an excluded area and past the terrifying woods with no sign of human life, you assumed it was for his entire soccer team. But to find out this was only Itoshi Sae’s house, was the biggest shock. Perhaps he had a spouse? Or maybe his famiy lived with him? Hopefully one more person to justify why he had this huge estate to himself. 

Not that he needed to justify it, or that it was any of your business. He could do whatever he wanted with his money when he was rich. You were just grateful to have somewhere to stay that wasn’t a hotel room, as you struggled to look for work after your previous employer let you go and you were running out of money to pay for a room.

After gazing far too much at the downstairs that felt like it needed a whole day to properly take in, you did not look around too much in-depth quite yet. Just incase there were cameras or you weren’t supposed to be in certain rooms, and so you had enough time to complete your chores. After all, this was not your new home and the only place you could spend not working was your room. You were excited to get back to it later on when you went to sleep; it was the biggest and most luxurious room you had ever seen. 

With a queen-sized bed, a huge wardrobe that would look barren with your lack of clothes and an ensuite bathroom that you thought were only in movies, you were beyond grateful to your new boss and knew you needed to work hard in order to thank him, when or if he came home. It was a shock and honour to reside in a room like that, even if it must have been one of the more simple ones to him.

With the directions Mr. Dabadie gave you, you went grocery shopping with a card given to you, as that was apparently Itoshi Sae’s first instruction. You were told it was a card Sae created for you, obviously his own money to spend on his own things, just retrieved by you. It was easier this way. The walk from the estate, ad then out of the woods, was far, taking about an hour or so on foot just to get into the town area, but it felt nice to walk and explore the location.

You were told that your boss’s diet was strictly high protein and low sugar, and you wanted the most organic ingredients as possible. For the first time, you bought from greengrocer stores and farmer’s markets with fresh produce. Large, organic vegetables, as well as tons of meat, some freshly cut from butchers, that weighed down carrier bags. It was tiring and heavy to carry it all back, but you didn’t mind. Maybe you’d be building some of your own strength on the hour walk back.

Walking home, it began to darken. Hopefully you’d get used to the walk, even though you weren’t rushing, but your legs still hurt and it dragged out too much of the time. You didn’t want to waste the entire afternoon outside, when your boss could be home any second and you hadn’t started on dinner ywt. You were scared of the idea of him, since he was your boss and he seemed very important; you just wanted to make a good first impression on your first day.

As soon as you got back to the house, you tightly secured your hair back and washed your hands, beginning to get started on cooking. If you let it cook in the oven, you’d have time to clean downstairs and the upstairs hallway. Thankfully, the house was not messy, it just needed a bit of polishing, so it wouldn’t take too long.

You didn’t dare go in his bedroom, which was apparently on the other end of the hall from your room, around the corner. Other maids at your previous workplaces were told off rigorously for cleaning the master bedroom without explicit permission, resulting in them getting fired for rearranging or misplacing important things. You understood why some people did not like their room touched and obviously things getting misplaced, and you weren't about to risk getting fired on your first day.

You began to clean downstairs as best as you could, still feeling like the time was limited if Itoshi Sae was coming home today. All of a sudden, a phone rang; the landline in the kitchen. Should you really be answering it? Maybe it was something important. 

You picked it up and said, “Hello?"

"Hi, it's Itoshi Sae's manager," the familiar voice from earlier spoke.

"Yes, hello, Mr. Dabadie."

“Just to let you know, Sae is coming home now. It should take him about half an hour.”

Half an hour.

You didn’t know why your heart sped up slightly out of nerves. Who knew what kind of person he was? You didn’t know anything about him or footballers in general. Did they have a good reputation for being nice?

"No problem. I've done all my duties,” you replied. Well, slightly. You had not cleaned the upstairs hallway yet and you’d need to get permission for where you could clean, from Sae. That already made you anxious enough, hoping Sae would remember to mention it to you rather than you seeking him out.

"Great! And I called you here by the way, since you didn't give me a mobile number in the application or interview, and I forgot to ask earlier on.”

Ugh. You hated this question.

The truth was, you didn’t have a phone. You couldn’t afford it and didn’t bother saving up for it since you had no one to contact. At your previous workplaces, there was always more than one member of staff and you were never the one that needed to go out shopping for your bosses, so when you barely left the house and with no one that worried about you, you didn’t need a phone.

It was hard to explain over the phone like this, and also slightly embarrassing.

"Uh....my phone doesn't have good signal here," you lied. "It may be better to call here."

“Oh, alright. No worries.”

You said your goodbyes, before quickly making sure nothing was out of place around the house. You hoped Sae wasn’t going straight upstairs to see the slightly dusty floor. It wasn’t bad, but it depended on how much of a keen eye Sae had if he noticed it. Something told you he was very perceptive about these things, given how the house was pretty much already tidy before you even started cleaning.

The door opened and you froze, both glad and scared that you were stood by the door. You tried to make yourself look normal, but it was impossible for you to be yourself, especially around any of the bosses you ever had. In most of your workplaces, there were bad experiences and only rarely did you have decent employers who left you alone.

"Yeah, the goal net is the egg and my goal itself is the sperm-"

Your eyebrows furrowed, but quickly went back to normal - well, as normal as you could be - when two people walked through the door. Your eyes widened slightly, at the sight.

You hadn't looked Sae up, obviously not owning your own computer and not having access to a library to search him up. But you had some inkling that the first person to walk in had to be Sae. His magenta hair looked slightly tousled, probably from all the training. His eyes, big yet bored, were teal and piercing when they gazed into yours for the first time.

The person next to him seemed to be the complete opposite - with tan skin, and blonde, even slightly yellow hair with tips of pink, matching the colour of his eyes. He was taller than Sae, wearing a wide grin that didn't fit Sae's blank, bored expression.

"Oh? What do we have here?" the tall, blonde one spoke. They had the same uniform on, which partly explained why they were here together. "Sae, you didn't tell me you had a girlfriend. Or, at least, a girl."

So, the other one was Sae.

Sae's eyes trailed down you for a second, though it felt like hours under his scrutiny. For some reason, you hoped you didn't look too out of it in front of him. You wanted to be put together, so he wouldn't think you're lazy and then let you go. Even though you had checked your appearance earlier on, you somehow felt naked under his gaze - not in a pervacious way, but in a way where he knew all your secrets - though you were wearing a black shirt and trousers. It was what Mr. Dabadie suggested for you to wear when you had passed the interview and you were grateful there was no specific uniform given by Sae. You had had bad experience with provocative outfits you were made to work in before, feeling even more like an object and a spectacle.

"Itoshi-san. I am your new...maid." Why did the term feel so degrading, but ‘servant’ also somehow seemed worse? And calling yourself a housekeeper made you seem more important than you actually were. "I look forward to working for you."

Your simple words made the blonde one cackle. What was with this guy?

"Even better!" he exclaimed. 

Sae’s eyes glanced away, beginning to step past you as if you weren't there. Had you really disappointed him that much? You thought he wouldn't speak to you, until you heard his low words in your ear as he passed, "Serve us dinner."

You didn't know you didn't visibly shiver at his close words, nodding quickly. You kept your head down, even if he didn't spare you a glance when he stepped past. "Yes, sir."

The blonde one giggled and followed Sae, thank goodness. You gulped when they both walked away, disappearing off into the dining room. 

Well, that went well…

Heading to the kitchen, you found a small trolley with different sections, to place all the dishes onto. You figured it would annoy them to see you making multiple trips back and forth from the kitchen. Hopefully, it would all go smoothly. Sae already intimidated you enough, but you tried to look for the positive. At least he wasn't creepy, unlike other employers you had....right? Knowing your luck, you'd spoken too soon. But so far, he seemed disinterested, no, even disgusted. 

You shakily knocked on the door of the dining room, trying to steady the nerves throughout your body.

"Come in!" the cheery voice of his teammate yelled. You didn't understand, did he also live here? 

Sae sat at the end of the long-ish dining table, with the blonde one sat along the table at the seat closest to Sae. The blonde one gave you a grin and laugh, as you walked in. You were too afraid of Sae to roll your eyes at the blonde one - you couldn't tell if he saw you as a spectacle or if he was like this with everyone.

You carefully stepped closer, steadying and locking the tray into place so it wouldn't go flying. Imagine that...the food all over Sae and the glass dishes would probably break too. The thought gave you anxiety, so you slowly placed the dishes close to the two men, on the table. The blonde one was talking his ear off and you didn't know what about, but you were glad there was some sound in the room instead of silence. But when you could feel Sae's gaze burning into the side of your face, everything felt awkward, even when his friend was chatting his ear off.

"Hey, why don't I ask her?" the blonde one asked. You weren't completely sure he was talking to you until he said, "Hey, maid."

Charming.

Your eyes glanced up, feeling Sae's hard eyes at the side of your face as you looked at the blonde one.

"We're throwing a party for when we win against Blue Lock and we need dancers. Know anyone?" he asked, tilting his head.

You didn't know who Blue Lock were - assuming it was another team - but you could guess they meant...strippers? Or provocative dancers? Whatever they were really called. Did it look like you knew anyone like that?

You shook your head gently, hating being under Sae's scrutiny as you acknowledged his friend. "No, sir. I don't think so..."

The blonde one sighed dramatically. "I thought maids and dancers were in the same industry though."

Your eyebrows furrowed slightly, in confusion. What exactly was he suggesting? That because maids and dancers were typically hired by rich people, you were all there for their every beck and call if it meant getting paid? Or was he suggesting you were a prostitute or something? You could not tell if your own thoughts were farfetched.

Whatever. You had heard and experienced worse, from other employers and their friends. This was one of the more tame comments, since it wasn't directly explicit.

"Shidou, if you speak again, I'll cut your throat," Sae snapped, grabbing his plate of steak and pulling it closer to him. His threatenig words made you jump slightly, though his tone was bored, much like his eyes. He didn't glance at you, just like you were nothing, again, which made it clear his next words were for you. "You are dismissed."

You didn't waste time getting out there, not before realising that you left the trolley in there. You hoped Sae wouldn't mind and would let you retrieve it later when they were done. Sae's words surprised you, but you couldn't tell why he had said them. To tell his friend to leave you alone, even if it was a mindless threat, or because he couldn't stand your presence, or both? Maybe his friend annoyed him and it was Sae's breaking point?

You couldn't help yourself from walking upstairs, though you knew you weren't allowed to go straight to your room. If Sae found out you were slacking on the first day, you'd probably be gone in an instant. Hell, the way you had just handled that interaction probably let you go. There was no point in unpacking your small bag of things, you could already picture him telling you you're fired with no other explanation. You just wanted to be far away from both of the men.

To distract yourself and somehow be productive at the same time, you filled up a bucket with water and floor cleaner, before soaking and squeezing it out of a mop. You gently mopped the floor of the upstairs hallway, not that it was particularly in need of it in the first place. However, you knew how rich people got when the help didn't make the floors shine so much that they could see their reflection. They loved the domination over those lower than them, rather than the duty itself, and sadly, you understood why. Sae was paying you after all and if he found out you were doing a subpar job just after the small first meeting with him, then he'd think you were incapable of doing anything.

His blonde friend pissed you off with that weird comment, but you were more unsettled by Sae's quiet presence that still felt so loud. You should be more angry at his friend, but instead your mind spiralled with how intimidated Sae made you feel in just the first meeting. You felt more humiliated that Sae was there. Maybe he had a bad day? But if he did, why would he bring a friend back? You didn't think his friend lived here or the manager would have mentioned it. 

Sae did not seem like the type of person to live with another person, but the estate was huge. It was one thing to have an entire mansion to yourself, but an estate that was gated up, in the middle of the woods, far away from the city? Now you were wondering if he really did have a spouse and a family of his own. He seemed fairly young though, and again, the job application would have mentioned it.

You wondered if he previously had maids that he fired, or if you were the first - either way, that meant you had a lot to live up to. You never really did your job wrong, that you got fired. You were often let go for employer-related reasons, such as them going bankrupt, they moved away, or even that they passed away, and more. You'd say you had learnt well to steer clear from any trouble with previous employers, doing as they say and putting effort into your work to do it properly, instead of slacking. But any slip-up could have any employer taking you the wrong way and it could've just led to you getting fired, and you especially couldn't let that happen with Sae - given his status, but also his already dismissive attitude towards you.

Intimidating. Cold. Dismissive. Calculating. 

You didn't realise you had been thinking about his magenta hair and bored, teal eyes whilst mopping for that long, when you didn't notice his presence, not until his cold voice spoke, "Are you finished?"

Your head snapped up in fear and a chill ran down your spine. Oh, no. He stood at the top of the stairs, eyes glazing over the shining floor. You quickly glanced at the bucket of water that had turned murky and brown from the dust. 

It was probably another way of him telling you to stop wasting your time mopping the floor that you clearly had been hiding away cleaning, to avoid him and his friend downstairs. 

You stood up straight, nodding slowly. Thank goodness he was stood a fair distance from you, and you were off-centre from him. Even though his friend was taller than both of you, it wasn't by much. Sae was still tall and...muscular, which you didn't exactly have a chance to notice earlier on. 

Of course, he was. Don't be a pervert.

"Yes, sir," you answered with a nod.

"Shidou has left. I can discuss my expectations of you now."

Your eyebrows furrowed. You had often gotten each employer's...expectations of you directly in the application and job interview, since they were typically the ones doing the interview, but this was the first time you had discussed it afterwards. With your experience, you could guess his expectations, but you could not be too sure with this man. It could be something totally different and unrealistic, given his celebrity status.

He stepped down the hall, but you remained still. Did he want you to come along, or would he come back? Almost as if he could read your mind and was listening out for your footsteps, or lack thereof, he didn't turn his body around and remained facing away from you, keeping his pace when he said, "Follow."

You immediately stood the mop up against the wall and followed as fast as you could, also trying not to slip on the freshly mopped floor. How embarrassing, of course he meant to follow him. Stepping behind him, though not directly, you tried not to stare too much at his broad back or wide shoulders too much, but his proportions were...something out of a fantasy novel.

There were two doors down the hall and around the corner, and he chose the one on the right, furthest from the end. Pulling the door handle, he pushed the door and stepped in. The door slowed as he stepped in, just enough for you to gently push in, as opposed to it slamming in your face since he didn't hold it open for you. Not that you were expecting it, of course.

The room was not what you were expecting. It was a study, or an office, yet it also looked old-fashioned, in the best way possible. It was huge, which was a given for all the rooms in his house. A dark brown desk sat facing the large, floor-to-ceiling window, revealing trees that were mostly bare of leaves - as if it was the view of Sae's own personal forest. And the shelves, goodness, the walls were books. Books scattered the two walls, on the left and right side of the room. In front of the desk was a black and leather footrest, with a similar sofa opposite, but dark brown.

Did Sae design his house himself? Every part was gorgeous. You'd need to properly explore outside too, maybe if you ever had any gardening duties in the summer. If...you even made it to the summer.

"Sit."

You felt like a dog with his commands and the way you followed; not like you had a choice.  You didn't know where to sit at first, until he sat on the footrest, giving you the couch. You meekly sat down, unfortunately coming face-to-face with his teal eyes and intimidating, yet blank expresion. It was only now you noticed his long, black and separated bottom eyelashes, that made his eyes look bigger. He was still in his uniform; he was probably exhausted and not wanting to deal with you in the evening, so you hoped it would be over and done with.

"I am home often, now that I am training for a match here in Japan. Which means I do not have time to take care of trivial matters, hence why I've hired you," he spoke. So, he hired you? Or was it all the manager's recommendation and decision? "Your resume suggests you are aware of your duties and boundaries."

So, he decided on you and he read your resume? And as for boundaries...did he mean by not crossing him and never arguing with him? You didn't think you'd ever get to that point, with how scary he was.

You swallowed and gently nodded, but you didn't want to seem like you knew everything already. Of course you didn't, every employer was different. "Mr. Dabadie told me of my general duties, sir."

His gaze did not change or falter, as if he were talking to a brick wall, nor did his posture - that was incredibly straight. "My training hours are from the early mornings to the evenings, giving you time to fulfill your tasks."

In other words, get everything done before he came home, or...no more luxury for you and back to overpriced hotel rooms.

"As for boundaries, I do not need you to polish or touch any of my trophies. Do not touch any paperwork in this room if it is not locked away. You must not go into the master bedroom or clean it. Break, steal or sell any information about me and I will know it's you. Other boundaries are general."

Sell any info? What, to the media? Were there really people so desperate?

What were the consequences? You wanted to know, but you didn't dare ask. That would seem like you were going to break the rules, when in reality, you had never even thought of doing something like stealing or any of the other things. You weren't in the position to have the reputation of a thief, but you were a clutz - though you hadn't ever broken anything of an employer.

As for the general boundaries, that also probably meant the unspoken ones too. No personal questions, do not speak unless spoken to, no snooping at any paperwork and documents too, no one you knew was allowed on the property (even if you knew anyone, you wouldn't dare to), no being in the same room as him unless necessary, so on, so on...

"Yes, sir."

"Your days off will be down to me and my schedule."

It wasn't like you had friends or family to arrange any plans with, so that was fine with you.

"Understood, sir."

You swore you saw his eyebrow twitch, just for a split-second. What had you done now? Did he think you were being sarcastic? Or did he just hate you that much?

"You are free to use the separate card I have given you for groceries or house items at any point they are needed," he added. He surprisingly did not tell you that it was not a spending card for you, but only for him and his needs - at least he knew you weren't that crazy to go and spend his money on things for yourself. Obviously, you knew he'd monitor what you'd buy with it. 

"Thank you, sir." You didn't know why you were thanking him when it was his money that was going to be used on himself, and you'd be the one retrieving his groceries.

His expression somehow seemed even blanker than before. Was he that bored of you? You weren't sure what he wanted. When he was so intimidating, it wasn't like you could give a non-robotic response. He gave a nod. "You are dismissed, for the rest of the evening."

What, he was giving you the evening off? You had barely done anything today, it felt like. Actually, if this was the conditon Sae kept his house in, you felt like you'd do barely anything in all your time here, however that long would be.

"Thank you, s-" You were just about to repeat your words from a few seconds ago, until he had stood up from the footrest, stepping to the door and heading out.

At least it was better than him speaking directly to you. But if you kept working here at this rate, he'd yell at you eventually. Then, you'd be let go. Hopefully, your time here would pay well. He was a famous footballer, after all. 

CHAPTER TWO

[kyupidos]

pokepoke.. i saww that requests r opeenn:3 so can i request the housewards w m!reader whos super energetic and always happy,,, ball of aunshine (oor like emu:3!!) hcs pwease

04/11/25 — twisted wonderland <3

‘is meaning smile!’ — summary. ‘housewardens with an energetic and happy m!reader!’

characters ;; housewardens -malleus , tags ;; reader is male ( masculine terms like “boyfriend” ), reader may or may not be yuu ( up to the reader ), romantic fluff

a/n ( omg…gets poked…AAH it’s been MONTHS since this ask, my apologies..i got stuck a few times and really had to look deep into my heart to come up with ideas, but here it is! i mean i wrote it a long while ago when i first received the ask but things came up…like me working on getting a job,, i also ended up cutting out malleus, i’m sorry 😭 sunshine x gllooomyyy(..??) is such a common trope but i ended up having a hard time writing him. i think my bias in characters shows in writing length anyways.. ( also hope you don’t mind me testing formats here )

riddle rosehearts —

riddle is, quite usually, strict and hot headed—of course, that’s not to say things change. especially upon meeting you, who always seems to be so lax and free spirited. not only that, but very full of energy and enthusiastic, so he noticed. for quite a bit of time, he watched you from afar, in all honesty, in almost the smallest tinge of jealousy ( not that he’ll ever say it aloud, unless you manage to get him vulnerable enough ).

actually, he quite likes your attitude, from time to time, even if it, when you first met, would give him a migraine most of the time from your fits of energy and happiness. whenever he becomes upset about any sort of rule breaking, your energy and good spirit tends to bring the peace ( not to say he doesn’t still get pissed over ace and deuce..especially ace, cough. that’s a lost cause ). and it gave him pleasure to know that despite his..attitude, especially pre book 1, you seemed to be so chipper around him despite what he put you and the others through.

and to be honest, he can’t even begin to count the amount of times you’ve happily and willingly, he notes, listened to his rants and helped him calm his temper when necessary. not condescendingly or anything, just be there both for him and with him.

for some reason, despite the fact you’ve been together for some time now, he still lets out a hushed puff of surprise when you grab his hand, sat at a gazebo hidden within the rose maze—particularly to follow rule 339, for your post-meal beverage to drink some lemon tea with two sugar cubes together. quite usually, and especially prior to his overblot, this was a solemn act. but it’s as you squeeze his hand empathetically he comes to terms with the fact that “solemn” won’t be a phrase he’ll use to describe himself any time soon, from the very moment he met you.

“i hope you’re not too upset about the mess from earlier,” you laughed it off easily, and he’ll never understand how you manage to find it in you to be so cheerful, but he’ll never be truly upset about it. “i’m sure ace and the others didn’t mean it.”

“the fact ace always ends up mentioned by name should be enough to state how much of a trouble maker he is,” riddle huffed, but in all honesty, he stopped being mad the moment you stepped in to help out—at the very least, you covered most of the blow. ace definitely owes you after that one ( or so he promises ), but it’s not like you were doing it for selfish reasons anyway. “i’ll make sure he properly atones soon later.”

you laughed at that, but he already knew you weren’t doing it out of ill will. especially since he could feel the genuinity behind your smile from miles away. “yeah, i bet,” and your hand is still gently holding onto his, he noticed. he wasn’t a fan of pda, but honestly, he really loves this kind of attention. he never says it, but his content smile tells you all you need to know. and he adores his loving boyfriend more than you’ll ever think.

leona kingscholar —

he will, truly and honest to goodness, never understand how you do it. leona would even go as far as to say that your cheerful outlook on things even blinds him and forces him to close his eyes even when he isn’t about to go to sleep. and honestly, he’ll never be able to make sense of the way you always, whether literally or figuratively, always seem to extend your hand towards him so invitingly and with such genuine warmth. when you were only getting to know each other, in fact, he almost hated it. almost.

of course, he loves and worships you now. not so blindly, of course, he knows better than to be so ignorant when it comes to having this kind of relationship with someone. but that doesn’t change the fact he has a bias towards you, and it’s obvious ( ruggie had to corner you to make sure you weren’t stealing his money. ). at the beginning, your overwhelmingly positive attitude somehow put a damper on him. maybe it was jealousy, or the fact at the time he was convinced he would never get to have you, he’ll honestly never understand or recall what his thought process at the time was.

but now he does have you, and you have him, and his dreams most definitely are far better now. since he convinced you to start being his living pillow, actually, he’s been more content in his sleep, he noticed. makes it a little harder to wake him up, you’ve heard ruggie complain..but still, you think it’s nice he feels so safe to be off guard around you, the predator he prides himself to be. ( a lot of his dreams consist of you too, but he’ll never say that aloud given said pride ).

you were having one of those nice moments right now, actually, together in his dorm room as he draped himself over you, you smiling like an idiot ( or so he thinks so on a whim, but if he were to be more poetic, he’d say you were blessing him with a smile befitting to be worn by angels ) as you combed through his hair with your hands. his hand gently holding hours, with barely any force so you could still go on with your handiwork as he gazed up at you through his half lidded eyes.

“you don’t always need to be so loud during our spell drive games,” he muttered, almost like it was mostly just something he said to pass the time. “it gets embarrassing sometimes.” a half lie, he’s actually very proud of the attention you give him and will never not use an excuse to flaunt it. the teasing remarks from malleus and his goons ( as he calls them ) during spell drive games tends to get on his nerves though.

“huh? why wouldn’t i cheer on my boyfriend?” you questioned like it was obvious, in a way that almost makes him feel silly for even asking. of course that’s how you would respond. “isn’t that a boyfriend’s duty? i’ll love you forever, you know! i’ll show you off forever, you can trust me on that, leona.”

oh, by the way, if he ever had the chance, he would finally and definitely let you know he loves you just like that and 100x more. because just so you know, if he ignores the fact you are his sun, not even the explosion of the sun would be enough to get him away from you.

after all, you make a very comfortable pillow ( cough his way of saying he loves you ).

azul ashengrotto —

point blank and simple, when he first met you he assumed your cheerfulness and kind “act” ( he can’t believe someone would be so genuine with him ) was a ruse to extort something, anything, out of him. but it never happened. he was convinced you were playing the long game, and i’ll tell you, it took him a while to finally adjust to the fact that you’re not kidding when you say you’d rather blow the school up with a microwave mishap than do anything like that to him. i mean..it’s a little out there and oddly specific ( he’s actually worried you might’ve actually accidentally nearly done that once ), but floyd and jade have said worse so it’s fine.

actually, no matter what, he’ll never get used to how you seem to never expect anything in return. ‘it’s stupid’, he thinks, and he even goes as far to call it idiotic, ‘how does he even survive in this school?’ it stresses him out actually, because he always considers himself indebted to you whenever you do something for him that you keep telling him he didn’t need to pay you back for. he just couldn’t seem to get it out of his head that someone would do something for him out of the pure goodness of his heart.

that’s part of how the two of you grew closer, in fact..somehow. in his need to no longer owe you, he’d offer you little things like discounts at the mostro lounge or his help in certain subjects you were struggling with free of charge. slowly, these things turned into a genuine pleasure to be around you, and a way to no longer owe you slowly became an excuse to meet with you again and be greeted with your constant energy and affection. how long is takes for him to accept this and actually confess to you ( or maybe you just confess to him if you’re impatient enough ) is another story.

however it goes, he’s thankful it happened. after all, your cheerful and high spirited attitude, which you seem to always be able to tune and adjust to when the situation needs it ( he quickly realizes the more he spends time with you that you’re also much more perceptive of social interactions than he first gave you credit for, ) always seems to help destress him after long days of work at the mostro lounge.

“dear,” he starts carefully, “you don’t need to wait for me to finish my work like this. i suspect it may take me much longer than i initially expected it to…i’m sorry.” you perked up when he first spoke, but didn’t let him deter you. “i know i said we could go out today, but..”

you didn’t let him finish. instead, you got up carefully to hug him from behind, something he tensed at. not because he wasn’t used to your affection, he learned long ago how casual you were with it, though you understood when he didn’t want it ( albeit not often, he always seems to be vying for it ). rather, because he knows that’s how you like to tease him.

you gave him a light kiss on the cheek, one which he sighed in content at as he slowly raised one arm to hold onto yours, which still seemed to be holding him. “you think i’d just leave you by yourself knowing that?” you teased, and he hummed in response as if he already knew the answer. “plus, if that’s the case, i think i have the solution.”

he tilted his head up now to look at you in curiosity, “is that so?”

he was quite sure at first you only said it on a whim given your usual spurts of energy and unbotheredness at the unfortunate turn of events, but he quickly came to terms with it as you took a chair to sit right beside him, though you leaned against him as though the chair rests dividing the two of you never existed at all.

“i’ll just stay here with you!”

he wanted to refuse, at first. the work pile was enough that he would likely have to pull an all nighter for it, as embarrassing as it was to say, which was probably why he left that tid bit out in the first place. but as you gleamed in happiness at the idea as you usually do, so unbothered by these sorts of things as usual, he couldn’t help but be a little selfish.

“alright then, dear,” he sighed, although in a dramatized way for you to know he wasn’t truly upset by the turn of events, “stay here with me.”

kalim al-asim —

a kindred spirit, in a way, and kalim can’t help but be delighted. it’s unusual for a guy to be in night raven so casually, so merry about their way and energetic on top of that, he knows and acknowledges that. consider him a babbling idiot all you like, he knows better than that, and you’re quite sure he knows more than anything he ever lets on.

actually, he approached you first. and when i tell you, he was in for a big, but lovely surprise when you returned the favor. two people whose energy and smiles could put out a hundred stars and more. truth be told, he was a little worried at first. he’d been in love with you since the moment he laid eyes on you, but for a few days, the idea you were so kind to him only to poison him for his family lineage, or worse, stuck in the back of his mind as if the idea itself was a poison. but only just a little, because you managed to wipe those worries away so easily with your sunshine attitude.

through your enthusiastic reassurance, he’s come to learn to trust and rely on you whenever he needs it, and you, of course, do so with him too. jamil finds himself feeling like if the two of you plan another party in the next three days then he’s going to get an aneurysm. you assure him he won’t, at least any time soon, but he’s a little unconvinced when you cheer on kalim to make this party “the most exciting one yet!” ( you’ve been proclaiming about that for at least nine prior hosted parties ).

“hahah…sorry you had to get stuck with cleaning with me, [y/n]!” kalim giggled nervously, rubbing the back of his head with his free palm before reverting back to sweeping the mess left on the floor from the party a few hours prior.

as it turned out jamil had taken your word when you reassured him he wouldn’t be getting a bad headache anytime soon, and scolded you both into cleaning the aftermath. not like you minded, you’re someone who keeps your word.

“you don’t need to apologize at all kalim,” you waved him off mindlessly, not too far from him as you collected the party streamers from under the tables, a smile still on your face despite it all. “even the boring things can be fun whenever i’m with you, you know!“

“hey, you’re right!! after this, wanna go on a magic carpet ride? we can make this into a game until then!”

“kalim.. i’d be delighted!”

vil schoenheit —

vil gets typecasted as a villain too constantly. as a result, oftentimes, he ends up to be considered intimidating and hard to approach, even by his peers. that in mind, he finds it refreshing to find a soul who can be so casual and friendly around him, not taking into mind his celebrity status.

originally, his thoughts were: ‘someone such as yourself would never survive in the acting industry’. whether you’re actually interested it or not, he can’t help but initially observe you for at least a hot second as if you were a rival of his. he lets go of the thought soon though, allowing his conscience to relax the longer he spends time with you. he finds himself relaxed and pleased by your upbeat attitude.

it’s winter time—naturally, vil needs makeup to compensate for that change in temperature, no big deal. of course, things always seem to be fun whenever you decide to tag along, no? rook seemed to be busy dealing with “hunting for the winter season” or whatever anyways. you weren’t completely used to this high end kind of outside market, but that didn’t seem to stop you as you stayed beside him pointing out all the nice items you saw.

“wow…” you spoke awingly in a loud whisper, more than enough for vil to hear as you intertwined fingers, “the world of the rich and famous is totally no joke, isn’t it?!” vil never wasted an opportunity to spoil you in luxury ( though he doesn’t want you to take advantage, and you don’t, of course ), and yet you always still seemed to be caught off guard by whatever you came across.

“hm,” he hummed contentedly, “i suppose, though it’s nothing special for me.” not as though he intended to brag, it was more so fact and not any kind of attempt to put you down, and you could tell by his genuine smile at your excitement. “if there’s anything you like, i would be alright buying it for you.”

“what?! no way!” you perked up, looking around, almost overwhelmed by what you saw that interested you and had to choose from. “i’ll take you up on that, then!”

vil couldn’t help but allow himself to freely laugh in amusement, then, as he watched you scurry off to the different stalls to look around.

though, he grew to be surprised when you returned with something that, though he knew you were fond of, wasn’t exactly the type of thing you’d select out of everything you could have. now, if it was something that related to an interest the both of you shared…

“this is for the both of us!”

‘ah…of course.’

and, as he imagined, his solemn laugh away from you turned warmer once you had rejoined him and laughed alongside him.

idia shroud —

‘there’s no way he’s surviving here..’ that’s the first thing idia thinks when he first sees you. and then he quickly learned not to be fooled by you, as there’s always more to a person that meets the eye, no? even before formal introductions, he found himself entranced by you and your positive energy.

he would always feel warmer in your presence, but he could never quite tell if it was because he was envious or enraptured by your high spirits. ( of course, it wasn’t long before he found out it was the latter ). and ever since then, he can’t remember the last time his hand wasn’t so warmly clasped around yours.

you always indulged in his interests, just as much as he indulged in yours, even if he didn’t quite understand what the interests of someone completely opposite to him exactly entailed. he gets excited though, when it comes to the interests the two of you share, and he’s always ready to be there and join alongside you…so long as he can do it in the comfort of his room. he’s extremely thankful you’re not too hard on him about it, by the way.

today was one of those days he was even given the blessing of you joining him, casually laying on top of him, sitting on his lap in fact as you watched him engage in some open world rpg boss fights. you had yet to create an account to join him, as through a terrible stroke of unluck, your router was completely busted ( but don’t worry, ortho’s helping you out there ), but that didn’t deter you from joining him one way or another.

“y’know, [y/n],” he starts, and you have a feeling he’s starting one of his usual rambles when he gets in the zone during certain gaming sessions, “i know you love me..a-and, i love you! but…i was super shocked when you wanted to know what i liked, and stuff…”

every now and then he has these sorts of self deprecative rants—and you always let him know you were never one to judge, letting him express his feelings and reassuring him all the while. it was when he let out a little grunt to show he was done that you lifted your hand up to stroke his hair, him leaning into your touch, and gave him a response.

“of course, idia!” you expressed easily, like it was the most natural and correct response, subconsciously lightening his nerves as he got better at the game. “because you’re amazing…so don’t believe anyone who says otherwise!”

he felt a little bit better about himself after that. he hopes you know how much he likes you.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Headcanon/Preference # 35

Gifs NOT mine.

Year posted - 2024

Rating - SFW & NSFW

Reading time (roughly) - 18 minutes

It's been a minute since I've watched all the Resident Evil movies, so some stuff might not be super accurate. Just roll with it my lovelies.

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SFW

• You are really Weskers one and only true weakness, and he is both terrified, and enraged by the thought of someone exploiting that fact.

• So obviously he is very tempted to inject you with the virus. But he's worried that it might not bond with your genetics like his.

• So he runs like a million different tests, without your knowledge, to find out if it would undoubtedly bond with your genes.

• When he comes to the conclusion that it will in fact bond with your genes, he feels as if a weight is lifted off his chest...

• Now he's just got to figure out how to convince you to take it.

• If push comes to shove... He might just inject you against your will.

• If that's the case, he will do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness, and make you understand that this was for the best.

• Wesker would burn a thousand world's to protect you okay. He'd abandon everything he's worked for, if it meant keeping you safe. You are his world, and his one and only.

• He would die for you if he had to, and he will fight to his very last breath to get back to you.

• You literally can have the world on a silver platter. If you want it, simply ask and it's yours.

• Money, power, jewelry, clothes, his attention, hell you simply want food? Weskers gonna pull out all the stops, and make you an amazing dinner.

• Can't bring yourself to ask for what you want, and you'd rather leave hints? No worries Wesker can read you like an open book, consider it yours already love.

• On that note. Wesker is an amazing cook, like seriously good. You'd think he took culinary classes before he got into working for Umbrella. In reality it's just a natural skill he was practically born with.

• He makes cooking complex meals look easy, and to him it is easy, second nature really. And he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy cooking for you, doing anything that makes you happy, makes him happy in return.

• You're also the only person that can get him to open up and talk more. Something's he won't tell you about from his past, but those things he claims are better left in the past.

• Wesker loves reading to you, but he also loves listening to you read to him as well. And when you both wanna read your own books, curling up and spending the evening together reading quietly is perfect to.

• You make him so unlike himself at times. Sometimes even he wonders how you have such an effect on him. Not that he's complaining, he loves it in fact, it goes to show how special you really are.

• If you ever want to just go and get out of the infamous bunker, simply exploring what's left of the outside world. Wesker will let you, he knows you can look after yourself.

• But is he back at the bunker pacing back and forth like crazy? Yeah he totally is... For about 20-25 minutes before he decides he can't handle not knowing, and he goes after you.

• However he won't let you know he's there, he'll simply shadow you unless you really need him. He just needs to be certain you're okay, infected or not he still worries.

• He definitely teaches you how to fight. Hand to hand combat of course, but along with teaching you how to use just about any weapon he can get his hands on... Which is a lot.

• He'll teach you how to drive if you never learned, how to operate a helicopter, small plane, and even a fucking tank just in case.

• Don't know how to swim? No worries love, Wesker will take however long necessary to teach you. Don't have great endurance? He's got you covered.

• He's actually a very good teacher. He pushes you, but he never pushes you to far. He's fair. And he's driven to help you, become an even more amazing you. He's very patient, and very encouraging.

• Wesker loves everything about you. Anything you consider a flaw, he considers incredible. His praise is through the roof. He practically worships the very ground you walk on.

• As stated before Wesker can read you like an open book. So whenever you're scared, he's there to comfort you. Or if you're stressed, he's happy to draw you a warm bath.

• Maybe you're just tired? You know the kinda tired no amount of sleep can fix. Well he's there for you, holding you, letting you rest, and assuring you that he loves you.

• Despite how incredible he is, and how mush pride he has. Sometimes he can't help but feel a bit insecure at times. Are you afraid of his eyes? Of him perhaps? Will you grow bored of him and leave? Is he worthy of you?

• It's rare that these thoughts occur, let alone bother him. But sometimes late at night, while holding you in his arms, he can't help but wonder.

• He pushes those thoughts away, and the following morning you always manage to unknowingly, reassure him that he has nothing to worry about.

• Arguments with Wesker are pretty seldom. When it does happen, typically it's you hollering at him, and him sitting there silently waiting for you to calm down.

• He has raised his voice to you once, but it was brief, and he apologized almost immediately. The only reason he raised his voice, was because he was worried when you did something extremely reckless.

• Wesker is extremely patient, and understanding with you. He knows sometimes you're not quite yourself, whether it's because you're tired, you're hurting, or simply overwhelmed with something.

• If something is bothering you, but you don't want to talk about it. He'll quietly scoop you up into his arms, take you to bed or nearest couch, and simply lay down with you atop him. Petting your hair and simply letting you relax.

• He's seen you cry many times, and he's never once thought poorly of you for it. He knows you've been through a lot, and adapting to this new world isn't easy for you.

• You've seen him cry once. There was an accident while exploring the outside world, and Wesker thought he'd lost you, that he'd failed you, and you'd paid the ultimate price.

• Even as he looked up at you from his position on his knees, tears continued to roll silently down his pale cheeks. You were alive and well, but he was so close to losing you.

• You held him in your arms, and simply let him get it all out in silence. His strong frame, typically as unfazed as a brick wall, shaking as his heart wretched in his chest.

• He'd never known pain like that before, and he was grateful you didn't think any less of him for it. Hell it brought you both closer together, and strengthened your bond in ways he had never considered before.

• Wesker encourages every one of your hobbies, even if it's something he doesn't quite see the appeal of. It makes you happy, and that's good enough for him. He'll find you supplies whenever he leaves the bunker, and really anything he thinks you might like.

• The beginning of your relationship was odd. Before you started dating, Wesker would follow you around like a grumpy cat. Acting like you mean nothing to him, but always insisting on being near you.

• Actually there are a lot of reasons you could compare Wesker to a cat. And if you ever tell him that he denies it admittedly, all the while practically purring as you toy with his hair absentmindedly.

• He'll literally be staring at you without his sunglasses, and his slit pupils are now wide and round. And the moment his attention is drawn elsewhere they shift back into thin slits.

• Wesker has a secret sweet tooth, and again if he's called out on it, he'll deny it to hell and back. Even if he has a sweet in his hand, or even his mouth. You can't prove anything!

• Will definitely steal food from you just to tease you, a playful smile on his face the entire time. Actually he steals all sorts of stuff from you just to taunt you, and he absolutely loves it when you chase after him trying to get it back.

• Will he use his power to speed away? Possibly. But he honestly enjoys letting you think you can really catch him.

• Aka he enjoys playing cat and mouse, but you never know who's the cat, and who's the mouse until the cat gives chase.

• All in all he loves you with every fiber of his being, and he would follow you anywhere, and do anything for you. It doesn't matter what you might say or do at times, you are his everything.

NSFW

• Oh and before you ask, yes the cat and mouse play, is something that occurs in the bedroom. And again it varies on who's the cat and mouse depending on yours and his mood.

• Wesker enjoys all sorts of role playing. Acting like he's the STARS Captain, that needs to do whatever it takes to get you to confess to a crime. Being the good doctor who must cure your mysterious illness.

• And even acting as if the virus has altered his mind, and made him into a mindless sex crazed beast. He especially enjoys this one, because it plays into his breeding kink.

• This man wants to breed you so so bad. It's partly a side effect of the virus, but he's always had an interest in it long before he injected himself. Now with you as his love, he feels as if he needs to breed.

• Rough sex, slow sex, quickies, you name it he wants it. His sex drive is high now that you're together, but he is very patient if you don't want sex as much as him.

• Wesker is incredibly romantic, and he loves spoiling you. He's a giver through and through. So that being said if he could live the rest of his life, with his face buried between your thighs he would.

• Oral is a must anyhow. Wesker is big, he's well aware of this fact, and he doesn't want to hurt you. So he'll spend at least a half hour between your legs just prepping you.

• And boy does he know what he's doing. You often loose count of how many orgasms he pulls from you.

• From base to tip he is roughly 7.9 inches long, and 2.1 inches wide. The tip is very prominent, and he is surprisingly uncircumcised. His cock also leans a little to the left when hard.

• His cock is a pale as the rest of his body, but when he's hard the head gets very pink. He has two very prominent veins that feel absolutely divine.

• Wesker loves cockwarming so much, sometimes he insists on sleeping with his cock still buried in your heat. But his favorite time is when you're sitting together reading.

• He's such a tease when you're cockwarming. Giving the occasional thrust just to hear you whine needily. He will pump load after load into you, and keep you plugged up with his dick, even if you are sensitive.

• Aftercare King GOD! He will massage your sore muscles, clean you up, run you a soothing bath, bring you a snack and plenty of water or maybe some soothing tea. He'll whisper sweet nothing's into your ear, praise you, and remind you of how much he truly loves you.

• You just wanna cuddle afterwards? Perfect it'll give it time for his seed to work its way deeper. Want a bath or shower immediately after? That's okay too, he'll change the sheets while you do so, then join you once he's done.

• You can always tell when he's horny, not only by the way he'll paw at you, or the evident bulge in his pants. But also because his eyes glow exceptionally bright, and the slits of his eyes are wide.

• He sounds like a beast as he nuzzles into you, growling and purring as he tries to coax you into helping him out.

• That being said Wesker is very vocal. He moans, growls, purrs, and spews praise the entire time. He isn't super loud about it, as he prefers to have his face buried in your neck, but sometimes he will get a bit loud. Typically that's when he's really needy.

• When he's extra needy, he whimpers so much. It's so fucking hot when you get him all worked up like that. Making him weak and needy, whimpering and begging you for his release. It's divine, and makes you feel so very powerful.

• He loves loves loves making you loud as fuck. His goal is to make your voice horse by the time he's done. Especially if others might be around. He needs them to know who you belong to, and ensure no one is dumb enough to try anything.

• Wesker takes so much pleasure in fucking you dumb. And when you get cock drunk, he's so fucking proud. He will make an absolute mess out of you, and then praise you for being so good for him.

• There are very few things he isn't willing to try with you. He isn't willing to share you with anyone... With the exception of a clone of himself... He will fuck you roughly, but he doesn't take it to far considering his strength, and the amount of damage he can inflict with little effort.

• He does enjoy bondage, both for you and himself. And yeah he could break out of his binds very easily, but why would he, he's enjoying you taking control, and using him for your pleasure. His favorite technique of binding you is with a straitjacket, and it plays into some of his favorite role playing stories.

• Wesker will fuck you anywhere at any given time, seriously he has no shame, just ask and he is yours. That's not to say he won't kill anyone for interrupting or catching you. Your pussy is for his eyes only.

• While he loves pumping you full of his cum, he will never pass up an opportunity to cum on your tits. Especially if you beg for it so sweetly, I mean he loves fucking your tits anyhow. So if you want him to paint your breasts with his cum, who is he to deny you?

• But if you don't ask him to cover you in his cum, or cum in your mouth. Wesker is gonna stuff you with his cock and finish in your warm cunt. Even if he only gets the tip in before he starts to unload, as long as he's inside your heat he's satisfied.

• That isn't to say he won't make you eat his cum. His favorite way of doing that, is to cum inside your pussy, finger you until you cum, and make you suck on his sopping fingers. Sometimes with his gloves on, because he knows you love the leather.

• If you're together before being locked up in the bunker, Wesker is not above letting you suck his cock at his desk. In STARS or Umbrella, he is yours to do with as you please. And if he can return the favor while you're at work, he's more than happy to.

• Wesker also loves seeing you wearing his clothes so much, that it often gets him all hot and bothered, and he's on you real quick like.

• When you inevitably fall pregnant, Wesker is the first to know. He knows before you know. He could sense the changes to your body, and eventually he could hear the extra heartbeat.

• But he'll wait for you to figure it out, and come to him. And like a good lover, he'll act surprised by the news, because he knows it'll make you happy.

• He praises every change your body goes through, some of which he seriously adores. Like how your hips widen a bit, and your breasts swell with milk for the babe.

• He will pamper you 1,000% more than he already did, waking you up most days with his tongue buried in your sweet pussy. And when your breasts grow heavy and sore, he's there to relieve the pain.

• Lactation kink unlocked!

• Initially it started with him massaging your sore breasts, but as he watched milk bead from your tender nipple, he instinctively licked it clean.

• You moaned, he growled. And within seconds your nipple was in his hot greedy mouth. Wesker groaned at the taste of your milk, tweaking your other nipple until it began leaking.

• He played with the milk for a moment before swapping breasts. Back and forth he went until he was satisfied, and the pressure in your breasts had subsidied.

• He kissed you hungrily afterwards, letting you taste your own milk. Before kissing his way down your body until he reached your sex, eating you out as if he were starved.

• Wesker fucking loves pregnancy sex. He loves holding your swollen belly as he makes slow sensual love to you. He loves how extra responsive you are, and how extra sensitive your body is.

• He is very attentive and will help you in the shower or bath, and when your all cleaned up, he can't help himself and he will finger you to climax.

• And when it gets to hard to shave yourself, Wesker is happy to lend a helping hand. Which unsurprisingly ends with him licking your pussy.

• Forgot to mention it before, but Wesker enjoys eating pussy very messily. It's so obscene the sounds he makes as he licks and slurps at your sex, growling and moaning as he dose so.

• The sounds are so obscene you often find yourself blushing like crazy. Even though you tend to suck his cock all noisily as well, something he takes great pleasure in of course.

• Wesker loves having you ride his face, when you're pregnant and when you're not. Don't worry you can't hurt him, so grind away. He'll keep a firm unrelenting hold of your hips, so you don't gotta worry about falling or anything like that.

• Once your child is born, Wesker is eager to get you pregnant again, after you've healed up of course. Although if you would rather wait a while, he'll comply to your request.

• So he'll cum on your belly, on your tits, your butt, your back, or down your throat. Wherever you want really. But he will beg you to let him breed you again, eventually. He can't help it, he needs to breed you.

• If you downright refuse, then he's gonna get you into anal if you aren't already. So he can atleast cum in your ass if you won't let him cum in your pussy anymore. But again he will still try to convince you at some point to let him cum in your pussy again.

• He needs it, don't be mean.

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Movie Wesker is a dreamboat okay! I freaking love Shawn Roberts, and he looked so good as Wesker.

[confiaenanaa]

Hello,how are you? I saw your post asking for fic ideas so here's one I hope you like it

Assistant reader who has worked with Eminem since the beginning of his career, the public and his kids love her, the kids always goes to her for advice and see her as part of the family . Marshall admires her and her relationship with his kids, He has always been attracted to her, but he respects her a lot and thinks she can find someone better, They are very close and know each other like no one else. They have fight a few times but she would always go to him and put some sense into his head and they would make up. Maybe she could have an accident or become very ill and end up in the hospital, he is terrified at the prospect of losing her. They get so stressed about the situation that they have a very serious fight, he says a lot of shit and she sends him away. A few days pass and they don't talk to each other, he didn't want to apologize and decided to wait until she came back and fix the things like she always did, but the things he said during the fight really hurt her and she decided to resign from her assistant position, she sent an email with the details of her contract termination.

You decide what happens next.

PS: I really loved your writing, sorry for the long request, I like to detail things, if you don't like the idea or don't feel comfortable writing this you can completely ignore it please.

Hugs and bye (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

my assistant - eminem

fem!y/n x Marshall Mathers

masterlist

synopsis: Y/N is Marshall's assistant. They're close and best friends until something goes wrong in her life...

A/N: hi! I know it's been a while, i've been super stressed with finals and stuff but i'm finally back on track and I wrote this. there's more to come since I have a ton of requests to have fun with! hope you enjoy this one. and i'm so glad to hear you liked my writing!

-Marsh!

-What?!

-Dre’s on the phone for you! Something about needing you to re-record something!

Marshall groaned from his office. Y/N giggled at his antics, he really could be a grump at times. She continued to put away files and work on his busy schedule, something she’d done every day for years. 

Y/N had been Marshall’s assistant since what felt like forever, and it sort of was. Ever since his career took off, she’d been by his side. She did her job well, and never gave anyone on the team any reason to doubt her abilities. Not to mention she was always the go-to for advice. Marshall was always asking for advice; situations big or small, his mind always went to call Y/N. And his kids did the same. And his friends. And his team. 

The public always wondered about their relationship, about what happened behind closed doors. “She and I are just close friends. That’s all.” And truthfully, that was all there was to it. They were friends. Though he’d often find himself wondering and daydreaming about what it’d feel like if they were more, he always stopped himself before it could get any deeper. He knew she deserved better. She was smart, kind, and hilarious. Surely, she’d find another man more attractive and muscular and smarter and funnier. Surely, she wouldn’t want a man like him. But, in actuality, they were both stuck in a cycle of feeling this way. She felt he deserved someone who related to him more. Someone prettier, someone more famous. Why would he want an accountant when he could easily have a bombshell? 

Everyone around them knew how they felt about each other, except, apparently, them. They knew each other inside and out. Marshall knew all of her nervous tics; like her lip biting, finger picking, leg bouncing, pen tapping, and arm crossing. And, in return, she knew all of his icks; loud chewing, gum popping, loud singing, loud speaking, fingernail tapping, and slurping. They could read one another like books, unless, of course, it came to romance. 

Y/N had been to enough family dinners at his house to know this. She was basically a Mathers herself. She became a Mathers when Hailie got her first period and Marshall had no clue on what to do. When she told him what to buy at the supermarket while she washed Hailie’s bed sheets and clothes. When she helped Hailie with her first breakup. And she became a Mathers when Marshall started his journey with sobriety and she was with him the whole time. Marshall admired her greatly. He admired her bravery and courage, her kindness and empathy, her ambition and perseverance, it seemed like everything life threw at her, she could easily push past it. He respected her a lot. He also respected how much a perfectionist she was. She made sure her nails were properly painted and if not they looked well groomed; cuticles always cut, nails long and strong, filed to perfection. Her hair was done meticulously, clearly also well taken care of. Her skin had a light glow to it. Marshall admired this for years. He admired and respected every aspect about her, she was like family to him. 

However, like friends and family do, there were always a few quarrels. When Y/N was on her period and already in a sour mood, and Marshall decided that would be a good day to be a brat and complain about everything. Y/N adored him, but he could be really childish at times. He whined one too many times and she’d snapped at him. It escalated into an argument that Dre had to promptly break up. Or when Marshall was upset because he had writer's block and Y/N asked if it was really that hard to write a song. He snapped at her too. But, in the end, they always made up. In all honesty, it was usually Y/N that would fix things. She’d go over to him and no matter who was right or wrong, she’d say it was silly and smack him upside the head for staying upset. 

The symptoms started mild. A bit of dizziness and fatigue. Walking up the stairs got harder, standing up suddenly quickly became a threat. Marshall and the others had noticed it, but decided not to mention anything. Health business is private business. Then, she started getting weaker. She was fatigued after just walking from the office back to her desk. She got pale. She no longer had that glow to her. Hailie asked Marshall what was wrong, but even he didn’t know. 

She was always short of breath. When she talked, she occasionally slurred her words. She’d stumble through the hallway, just trying to make it back to her desk. This went on for months. In the beginning, Marshall took the pallor and fatigue as stress and exhaustion from work. He no longer complained, instead taking on some of her duties in an attempt to alleviate her. He saw nothing changed, in fact, it only worsened. 

She started having heart palpitations. They became more frequent as the weeks flew by. When she’d hug her friends or set a hand down on someone’s arm, they’d notice that they were cold as ice. Her nails, something she once cared for, were now brittle. Her hair, once shiny and well put together, was now thinning and falling like a withering tree in the fall. 

Almost a year had passed since the symptoms started. It was a somewhat normal day in the studio. Y/N walked in with Marshall’s weekly schedule in hand. Today, the windows weren’t coated with curtains like they usually were. Today, Marshall saw Y/N in the natural light. He noticed how pale she’d become. How her hair was now messy and thinned. How she looked almost malnourished. 

He loved her the same, but he was concerned. He asked her to sit beside him on the couch, looking towards the others in the studio. Certainly the others had to have noticed her dire state. She sat carefully, moving slowly in an attempt to not exhaust herself too much. Her eyes darted around the room in confusion. Why was everyone looking at her like that? 

She sat there for a while, when she realized she needed to finish a document for Paul. 

-Shit!

-What? What’s wrong?

-I need to finish that paper for Paul. I’ll see you guys later.

Y/N stood up madly. Suddenly, she felt her body numb slightly and her eyes roll into the back of her head. She felt dizzy and everything around her felt surreal. She attempted to take a step forward, but instead, her entire body fell forward. Next thing she knew, it all went black. 

Marshall saw her stand up. She looked like she was going to hurl. She fell forward and with a thud, she hit the carpeted floor. Everyone in the room ran to her. There was a bustle of voices. Pandemonium broke out. Someone called an ambulance. Marshall couldn’t remember much, but what he did know was that now he was sitting in a hospital lobby. Awaiting any news about his best friend. 

The realization settled in. The panic came along with it. He realized that his best friend (and sort of the love of his life) was in a hospital bed right now, unsure of whether or not she’ll make it out of here. He knew he couldn’t lose her.

-It’s anemia. Her case was pretty severe, since it was left untreated for 11 months. She had an iron deficiency, most likely from not eating properly. It could’ve become deadly if she’d left it untreated for too long. 

-Anemia?

Marshall couldn’t believe it. All of the signs were there and he never did anything about it. As soon as they let him know she was conscious, he ran into the room. He saw her in the bed and felt a wave of emotions. He felt sad knowing that she was hurting, he felt happy that she was okay, and he felt rage that she let this get that bad and that he hadn’t noticed.

-Hey, Marsh. 

-Hey. Did you know you had anemia?

-Wow. Straight to the point. Um, not specifically but, like, I knew there was something wrong.

Marshall started to become upset. How was she so casual about this? If anemia is left untreated, it can result in death.

-And you didn’t do anything about it?

-Well, no. I didn’t expect anything serious?

-The doctor told me that you could’ve died if you didn’t treat it. And he said it was because you weren’t eating. Why weren’t you eating?

-Look, Marsh, I just assumed that it would go away after a while. I didn’t even notice it had gotten that bad. And I mean, I haven’t really had an appetite. I’ve been working a lot and I just think I was stressed. 

-Well, you should’ve told me you were feeling overworked! I could’ve helped you! You could’ve died Y/N! Doesn’t that go through your head!

-I’m sorry! I didn’t think it was that deep! 

-Yeah? Well it was. You can’t keep doing this to yourself. I came here thinking you got some crazy disease. I was so worried.

-I can’t control my appetite Marsh. And you didn’t have to come.

-Yeah, well, when you’re on your deathbed, alone, you’ll wish you might’ve listened to me. 

Y/N’s mouth stayed slightly ajar after that last comment. How could he say that to her? He saw the look on her face and immediately regretted it. He knew he was doing wrong. He knew that it was a terrible thing to say.

-Look, Y/N, I’m so sor-

-Get out.

-What?

-Get out, Marsh. Leave.

And leave he did. He went home that day and had a long night of processing. He concluded that he had a point, but he should’ve phrased it better; he also should have picked a better time to say it. But he didn’t want to apologize. For some unknown reason, he couldn’t find it within himself to go to her and apologize. Eventually, a week had passed. He figured that she’d come to him soon and they’d make up. However, he was proven wrong when he received an email that Paul had forwarded him that morning. The title read “My Resignation”. He began to panic, calling her and sending her countless texts.  

He then called Paul, hoping it was a mistake.

-Look, man. I don’t know what you said or did to her, but it must’ve been pretty fucked up. You better go apologize to her now. 

Marshall quickly hopped into his car and drove to her house. He parked his car in her driveway, seeing she was home. He knocked on the door furiously, hoping to get ahold of her. She opened the door only a few inches. Enough to see his face. She was about to close the door when he pushed it open. She stumbled back a bit. 

-What the hell do you want Marsh?

-Look, Y/N, I came to apologize. I can’t believe I didn’t do this sooner. I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean any of the bullshit I said. I was just scared. I never meant to hurt you or make you feel bad. Especially since you were the one in the hospital bed. When I was the one in trouble, you never did any of that shit to me. I’m so sorry Y/N.

Y/N sighed deeply. As upset as she was with him, she couldn’t stay mad. She was starting to look like her old self again, Marshall realized. She got her glow back, her hair was looking thicker; she looked like she did before. Still a little thin, but back to somewhat normal. 

Y/N smiled weakly. She knew she couldn’t be mad at him forever, and this was silly. Marshall looked at her face, smiling, and he realized just how much he loved her. He looked at every feature he’d fallen in love with; her eyes, bright and curious, her lips, pretty and cute, her cheeks, slightly indented with all the smiling she does, but still beautiful. He knew he needed her, and without thinking, he leaned down and connected his lips with hers. It was passionate and sweet. The kiss contained all the words that need not be spoken. When he pulled back, she was smiling like an idiot, wide eyed. 

He knew that from then on, he would love her a little harder.

[kyri45]

✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 21/11✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

Anonimo ha chiesto: Hi! Would Macaque kidnap Wukong again? I read your comic, the last page, where Macaque is the kidnapping expert. And I'm very curious about it. Anyway, I love your comics! You are awesome.

Haha I don't think they really need it unless they want to do a "traditional wedding courtnapping" but it would be pretty odd since they kind of already live togehter.

Anonimo ha chiesto: I know this is definitely a LONG ways away, but, imagine: Wukong and Macaque playing the newlyweds game. What questions? What answers? Who’s asking the questions? Who’s getting the most right?

I wont list all the lesson but I think Macaque would get most of them right just because Wukong never really changed a lot during the years, while Macaque went through different stages of his life, and and he has new hobbies and tastes.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Will mk have a nightmare about LBD? If yes Then we will have some angst with fluffy monkeys family moments!!!

Oh he has. He has many. Most of them he has while he is at pigsy's.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Can you please shows up a flashback backstory on how MK/Wukong discovered/found out/came out as trans?? 🙏🙏🙏 Banana sundae with chocolate sauce, rainbow sprinkles, THREE cherries, and a super-deluxe one-and-only Monkie King™️ collectible spoon???

Anonimo ha chiesto: will we see any past Shadowpeach?? I’m interested to see how you frame their dynamic back 5en.

Hahah maybe in the future, I'll see

Anonimo ha chiesto: Can we get Wukong telling dad jokes? Please, I’m begging i want to see MK laughing and Macaque just being so disappointed with Wukong yet so smitten. I want to see more Monkey family domestic blissss. 🙏🙏🙏🙏

I don't have my dad jokes book here but man give Macaque an award for the patience he has with these two children

@goofybearclown ha chiesto: Hi :3 Just wanted to say I love your shadowpeach and cotl AU!!! I didn't notice you made both at first but when I did I was like "waow :0". Tbh your works are in my top 3 series on Tumblr! @fenikzia ha chiesto: I love your LMK comic so much, I look forward to reading the new additions to it when they come out every other day,and reading your comic just makes my day better. Even if it hasn't updated a particular day, I make sure to go back and reread the newest part.Keep doing what you're doing and make sure to take breaks! @skye-minecraftyt-blog ha chiesto: You! I like you! Your Bio parents Lmk au always makes me extremely happy and I regularly reread it. ((o(^∇^)o)) Just wanted to say it @blazeandsilver ha chiesto: Hello, I just wanted to say your artwork is absolutely stunning, it makes my day whenever I see that you posted something new to the BioParents comic. Please keep up the good work and be sure to take some time for yourself, you’re important too.

AWWWWWW THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE!!

Anonimo ha chiesto: Hihi shadowpeach au question: You mentioned in the latest comic that Mac is more lean and skinny than Wukong. Will we ever see the full extent of that?? ALSO I ADORE YOUR ART OMG ❤️❤️

A fully naked Macaque you say? Maybe.... who knows....

Anonimo ha chiesto: I come to defend Wukong acting like a man looking at a victorian lady ankles, he hasn’t seen his (ex) husband’s fur in centuries. And he probably hasn’t socialize in years either besides MK and the gang. Romantically he is stunned right? I doubt he has even looked at anyone besides Macaque anyways…

Honestly I like to think that Macaque was the only being in all the universe that was eer able to make him flustered

@mochalikesdrawing ha chiesto: So I got a question, will we ever get to see kaiju MK again?

I have a scene post AU I would like to draw. Maybe.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Ignoring all the angst because it is crushing my soul /pos, I'm lowkey convinced that Macaque knows Wukong feels some kind of way about him because he can hear his heartbeat go crazy at certain moments and isn't dumb, but just isn't calling Wukong on it because he's still trying to sort his own feelings first. BUT ONCE HE DOES OH BOY-

Hahah Macaque knows perfectly well Wukong is down for him. In the meantime Wukong is alwasy afraid he's just imagining things bc he's dense af.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Do you think Wukong and macaque would be cuddling and macaque would be watching something scary and Wukong would be trying to not pay attention to it because he hates scary stuff or would it be the other way around?

yess

@ep2nd ha chiesto: In your shadowpeach bio parents au, if MK and Wukong were created by Nuwa, with Nuwa using Macaque and Wukong as a base, has anyone wondered who created Macaque? And does Macaque himself knows?

Wait Nuwa created Wukong? If that's so I think then all the 5 monkeys were made by her, for some reason.

@boonalina ha chiesto: Sooo what exactly is the courtnapping process like? Is it just a simple "I'm gonna pick you up and carry you away" or is it an entire ceremony? Does someone have to lure the person into place? For example, Mei bringing Redson over to a secluded spot so that Mk can "courtnap" him? (Side note: I've been in this fandom for around two years now, and this comic is what made me find out about courtnapping lol)

I "think" anything that can be counted as like a sneak attack that takes them out of guard and brings them to the designated courtnapped room can be considered as courtnapping technically.

Anonimo ha chiesto: ... Hey so your shadow peach bio parent AU is better way better than season five. WOAH, WHO SAID THAT!! (no but seriously it is like a sitcom I tune on ever so often. Much love 🫶)

Haha thank you! That's a HUGE statement!

Anonimo ha chiesto: I wonder if MK has any unique attributes/abilities as a living mass of celestial material?

He's such a cocktail ofdifferent energies I wouldn't be surprised he is able to glow in the dark.

@cjtuy ha chiesto: I do have a question it's mainly about pigsy and tang when and how long have they been together as a couple and did both of them find mk are they married ?

They have been together for almost a year, but I don't think they are married, but maybe that could happen in the future??? But yeah MK found out a little after season 5 that they are together, that was also the same time he started calling Tang "Papa"

Anonimo ha chiesto: Has macaque added any personal items to the house? Like is he moved in? Have Wukong and macaque improved or changed anything else besides making the bed bigger?

Yes he did! Half of his belongins are in FFM, althought he's a little more minimalistic than Wukong. He also have been bothering Wukong to death so that he can finally organize his stuff (and they were roomates

Anonimo ha chiesto: I feel like if they were to play Minecraft or something macaque would be the base mom. He would be the only one to remember to farm food to not starve. The others would probably forget all the time that hunger is a thing in game. Wukong or Mk: oh dang does anyone have food I'm starving Macaque: (always brings extra for this reason) "sighs" yes

AH!

Anonimo ha chiesto: Remember the Minor Scale episode, from season 2? Where MK learn how to shrink himself? And there’s also the final episode of that season where MK just grow very big to try to fight LBD. I just love that part of his power and I have seen very little people showing it. Like, sometimes that power can show up when the poor boy is experiencing overwhelming emotions that can’t be contained anymore, or pure exhaustion. For example, Having many responsibility can lead to a lot of stress and exhaustion and at some point MK just can’t do more and just become tiny, not able to do more. On the opposite, maybe he experience trauma again through a nightmare (like about azure for example) and the emotional burden is to much and he just becomes big because of that. You see my vision? I love sizeshifting base on emotions :)

Aww and i love emotion-based powers, they are just so easy to play around.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Tbh the show should let macaque have a motorcycle. Wukong gets to be passenger princess

Yesss

Anonimo ha chiesto: as we get into the colder months i like to imagine MK’s first winter coat and he’s all super fluffy and warm

Cool for the monkey parents, bad for pigsy and all the hair in the restaurant from sheeding.

Anonimo ha chiesto: I think it would be so funny if MKs rock hadn't been cracked and he'd been raised on FFM by wukong. If the same thing happens in the show macaque planning to take mks powers thinking he's just Wukongs student but then while macaque and MK are training. Since macaque is so close he notices his ears. (Being raised by a monkey he gets his form sooner) suddenly putting everything on hold busting into FFM and is like WUKONG WTF

There's a fic on AO3 about it it's A Son of Two Dads

@cheese-hommo ha chiesto: Hii, fiesta I want to say I love how you draw and everything, it just looks so cool and beautiful. Now, with the last chapter of Monkey parents Au and so, with the acknowledgement of the demon etiquette and else, DBK and Wukong really misunderstand the comfort scene for a confession? Or something more? It was just so funny seeing the two of them getting so embarrassed at the end 🙂‍↕️

Ah, 2 young demons in their true forms so close to each other, blushing? Scandalous.

Anonimo ha chiesto: I've seen Mk is his Lego merch- he gots a tooth gap- so does this MK have one or did he get it filled?

Wait that was a tooth gap??? I though it was like, a detail of the smile

Anonimo ha chiesto: 🎤 what is your official (if any) opinion on Ink MK? (as a character, plot device, literary parallel, what have you)

It's ok. I personally believe "shadow" version of one character with their own fears and doubts is a clique a little bit too much used. But they give a lot of angst.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Thoughts on Macaque knowing either Japanese or Korean due to him liking anime.

I'll give you one better. Macaque always traveled to Japan pretty frequently during the centuries. Then became a weeb

Anonimo ha chiesto: Maybe it's just me but Wukong looks a bit thicker each time, is it because his fur's thickening or is he getting chubbier ??????? Anyway luv ur art

Both.

[goooofy-goooober1121]

TWST Boys as Roommates

Partially inspired by irl events :P

Ask Box is Open!!

Read my most recent TWST work here!

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts

The Controlling One

Makes a schedule for chores and a list of house rules, but in a "I need to micromanage you" way

You could be set to clean the bathroom at 3:30 and he'd pop into your room at 3:30:01 and go "HELLO???? CLEANING DUTIES!!!!"

VERY strict study schedule so don't make a single noise or else he'll get mad at you. Don't even breathe in his direction

Trey Clover

The Kitchen Fiend

Takes up the kitchen all the time because he's constantly making sweets/baked goods

You get free samples out of it but you also end up not having space to make your own meals because he's busy using the appliances :(

Cater Diamond

The Talker

Now there's nothing wrong with chatty people but when I say The Talker i mean THE TALKER.

Will try to hold a conversation with you as you're trying to fall asleep in the middle of the night

It's a perfect night. There's soft thunder outside and the rain patters against your window. Your sheets are fresh out the washing machine and you took a very relaxing, soothing shower. Your pillow is cool beneath your head, and you're excited to finally go to bed after a long day. You're snuggled up contentedly, on the verge of sleep. That's when you hear it. "Hey you know I never really liked strawberries because--" -Cater Diamond, walking into your room at 1 AM.

Deuce Spade

The Overzealous Studier

takes his books and like twelve notebooks to the living room to study

You come home and the space is covered entirely in loose paper, mechanical pencils long abandoned and strewn randomly across the room. In the center of it all is Deuce Spade. He's crying. He's in the middle of Calculus. How will he ever make his mom proud if he doesn't get a 105% on this next exam?

The living room is off limits for the next few hours. You are banished to the shadow realm (your room)

Ace Trappola

The Noisy One

Blasts his music at the most inappropriate times

Studying for the BAR? Reviewing for the MCAT? Trying to read or make sure you don't fail your next quiz? Ace's music bleeds through the walls relentlessly.

Sings LOUDLY in the shower

Talks super loud on the phone with his friends

Invest in noise-cancelling headphones

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar

The Sloth

Will put off chores unless asked to do them

But he'll get them done in his own time if that makes sense

The type of guy to see you doing the dishes and wordlessly hand you his dirty plate instead of cleaning it himself

You could ask him to drive you to the ER and he would reply "erm just use Uber???" like its ur fault you're ill

more respectful if ur a girl tho (he got that Sunset Savanna Feminism)

Naps anywhere and everywhere

Ruggie Bucchi

The "Sharing is Caring" Believer

Will ask if you can share your snacks

If you say yes he will take like 75% of them

Promises to replace them tho (and does)

What's yours is his and in return what's his is yours

Keeps track of everything you take tho

Bro probably has a sign out sheet

Jack Howl

The Gym Bro

Your cabinets are 80% protein powder

So much meat in your fridge bro

Gets very passionate about televised sports... sometimes a lil too much

Will yell at the TV

Goes all out for local sports events, like if you're in uni he's wearing school colors and decorating the dorm/apartment on game days

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

The Businessman

Sees this as entirely transactional

Will hold things over your head. Don't you ever let him help you with chores because he will use those instances to guilt you into doing things for him

Definitely tries to start "Azul Bucks" for household tasks

Runs a black market of study materials and test answers out of your dorm/apartment

Jade Leech

The Plant Parent

Loves collecting any and all plants. Your dorm/apartment ends up looking like a plant nursery

But he definitely is more inclined towards non traditional plants

Has a venus flytrap named Audrey and cares for her as if he birthed her

Probably has movie nights with her (it's Little Shop of Horrors EVERY. TIME.)

Definitely has some mushroom terrariums

Fan of carnivorous plants... you have to beg him to not get any of the stinky ones

Floyd Leech

The Flip-Flopper

He does whatever he wants whenever he feels like it

He can be super sweet to you one day and grumpy the next

Sometimes he lays across the couch all happy (his long ass legs take up all the space)

Sometimes he doesn't come out of his room and you wonder if he's still alive

Prone to boredom so be prepared for him to hunt you down or come bother you even when it's inconvenient

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim

The Rich Boy

Invites friends over but forgets to ask if it's ok with you

Comes home late from parties sometimes

Also throws parties without thinking about what you may be okay with :(

Forgets that not everyone is rich?

When you break your phone he says "oh well you can just buy a new one" like you can walk into the lobby downstairs and get one for $3.99 at the vending machine

When you explain to him that you cant he looks at you with those big old eyes and earnestly offers to buy you one

Will get you one even if you say no

Almost burns down the building trying to make pasta (he burned the water)

Please teach him to cook

If you want a nice apartment, room with him you'll get a flatscreen TV 4K Ultra HD and surround sound

I love him can you tell

Jamil Viper

The Responsible One

Honestly one of the best roomies on this list

He's a pretty mature guy and used to cohabitation (grew up with a sister, had to look after Kalim as a kid)

But he doesn't talk much, kinda just does his part and goes

Good roommate but not if you're looking to be friends with your roommate if that makes sense

9/10 roommate material for sure

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit

The Beauty Queen

Remodels the decor entirely to his liking

12 step night routine

He's a good roomie because he keeps his things clean but will for sure get on you if you're a messy person

Face masks and manicures are a weekly occurrence between you both

Judgy tho. Don't let him come into the kitchen while you're cooking he'll be like "do you KNOW how many (calories/sugar/carbs/fat) is in that???" and start listing off better/more balanced ingredients

Just let me eat my ramen Vil

Hosts a photoshoot in the dorm/apartment at least once

Rook Hunt

The Cryptid

Sometimes you're not even sure he's there?

Like you interact with him but he can be so erratic/eccentric that you wonder if the building has black mold and is making you hallucinate his presence

Learns your schedule for sure

Expect to run into him outside the dorm/apartment at least twice a day

Might have watched you sleep to learn your sleep patterns? Lock your door

Stalker (affectionately)

Epel Felmier

The Manly One

Does home workouts with Jack

You have to force him to Febreeze the living room afterwards

Following in Jack's footsteps, slowly invading your cabinets with protein powder

Brings you apples and apple sweets/pastries whenever he comes home from visiting his family

Likes to have his own Wrestlemania marathons

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud

The Gamer

Are we surprised?

Celebrates like he won the lottery when he pulls his next Genshin character

You can hear it through the walls

Messy room but he doesn't let it spread to shared spaces

You get a LOT of Doordash orders for him

Rarely leaves his room and when he does he's terrified of running into you

Get this guy some Lexapro

Ortho Shroud

The Kid

Like sorry not sorry but this is a whole child

Forces you to watch Bluey with him

It's like babysitting more than anything

Watches all three Sonic movies multiple times a month

Where are ur parents

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia

The Old Man

It's like living with a senile senior citizen

Does not know how to use the microwave, you have to teach him

Squints at the TV remote and pokes at the buttons with a single finger

If you show him something on your phone he does the Mom Look (Holds the phone away from his face, squints)

Speaking of phones

It's like the only keys on his keyboard are 👍, O, and K.

Signs his name on text messages.

"Hey Malleus can you do the dishes tonight?"

"👍 - M.D."

Lilia Vanrouge

The Nocturnal One

Super active at night so again, invest in noise cancelling headphones

Banned from the kitchen

Pokes into your room at 3 AM asking mundane questions

Likes to play pranks on you

Keep an eye on him

Sebek Zigvolt

The Dramatic One

Will fall to his knees and apologize as if he committed murder if he realizes that he forgot to do a chore

"I must protect the peace of our dormitory!!!" he says before storming out to yell at the loud neighbors (it's past quiet hours)

He's a good roommate

Just a little passionate

Silver Vanrouge

The Oversleeper

Has like 80 alarms set and somehow wakes up to 0 of them

Will burst out of his room and speedrun getting ready about ten minutes before class begins

Naps a LOT

You've had to check his pulse to make sure he is actually sleeping and not dead multiple times

But he's a chill guy overall

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; chuuya nakahara

requested by ; mod / self indulgent

fandom(s) ; bungou stray dogs

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; chuuya nakahara

outline ; “dating hcs for chuuya”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

despite what one might expect from a high ranking member of the port mafia, chuuya nakahara is nothing short of a complete and utter gentleman in how he approaches his relationship with you, and if it weren’t for his heaving and unpredictable schedule you might find yourself tempted to call him the ‘perfect’ boyfriend

(… well that and his jealous streak, which has landed people in the hospital or six feet under on many occasions… but everyone has their flaws, right?)

not afraid to engage in pda with you but will generally stick to more polite stuff — chaste kisses, hand holding, linking arms, guiding you with a hand on the small of your back, etc. — unless you goade him into being a bit more playful

just don’t try to one-up him because he will win — even if he needs to drag you somewhere a bit more private to do so

his favourite places to be kissed are on his hands — bonus points if you kiss the scars there, but palm and wrist kisses never fail to leave him a bit giggly and red in the face

chuuya rarely ever calls you by your actual name and instead refers to you using an array of pet names that, while all endearing in their own right, can range from casual and modern (like ‘babe’ or ‘sweets’) to the kind of shit you’ve only ever heard from the mouths of hollywood gangster stereotypes and that would be hilarious if he didn’t make them all sound so damn good (e.g. ‘doll face’ if you’re on the feminine side)

and on the flip side he’s generally quite chill with whatever you want to call him as long as you save the cutesy stuff for when the two of you are at home and on your own (he has a reputation to keep up, after all)

chuuya does not tolerate any negative talk about you whether it’s coming from someone else or if it’s coming from you. and sure he could easily spend hours upon hours listing every single thing he loves about you, more often than not his way of dealing with this is through confrontation (either a very stern talking to about self deprecating language if it’s you, or a physical confrontation if it’s someone else)

he flusters super easily when you shower him with unexpected physical affection and praise, especially if you’re super gentle about it — after all, for most of his life he’s been in survival mode and surrounded by harshness and violence so it will take a long time for your sweetness and affection to not catch him a little off guard

gift giving is one of his main love languages meaning that as his lover you can expect to be spoiled absolutely rotten — sometimes that means him going out and buying you stuff himself (e.g enough bouquets of flowers to fill every surface in your home, a whole new outfit for a date, luxurious clothes and jewellery, etc.), and other times that means him just straight up giving you his black card and telling you to buy whatever you want (and don’t even think about being guilty for spending his money, he likes being able to provide for his partner so please just spoil yourself on his behalf)

while his schedule is an absolute nightmare, courtesy of his role as an executive, chuuya does his best to block out at least one evening each week for the two of you to go out on an actual date. in an ideal world he’d book off a whole day, but that’s just not possible for him these days… though that’s not to say he doesn’t make the most of the time you get because, rest assured, any date you go on with him is guaranteed to sweep you off of your feet no matter what you end up actually doing

late night joyrides on his motorcycle? just say the word and it’s done

does his best to keep you as far away from his work as humanly possible — only telling you the bare minimum about what he does each day, only introducing you to a select few people that he genuinely trusts, refusing to let you anywhere near pm territory unless absolutely necessary, etc. — even if you yourself are a port mafia member that just happens to be a lower rank than him… he’s just lost so many people that he can’t help but be protective

he keeps a photo of you in his wallet and he’s not afraid to show you off — at least not to those he actually trusts (he’s a proud boyfriend, sure, but he’s not stupid or blind enough to put a target on your head like that)

and whenever he’s drunk you’re pretty much the only thing he talks about, which is as cute/endearing for you as it is annoying for pretty much anyone else who happens to be in earshot of him at the time

he has two phones: one that he uses for mafia related things and that he keeps as impersonal as possible (no cutesy contacts, default home and lock screen, no pictures of himself or his colleagues anywhere, regularly reset, etc.), and one that he pretty much exclusively uses to talk to you and kouyou. the latter features your smiling face as his homescreen, a picture of the two of you on his bike as his lockscreen, and an entire album dedicated to pictures and videos of you smiling and laughing that he watches whenever he’s sent away from work and feeling homesick

nothing pisses him off quite like dazai talking about you or getting near you in any capacity. call him jealous or whatever but he just does not trust the guy not to try something just to mess with him and you are the line that will not be crossed and chuuya will make sure of that

he’s the type of boyfriend to lend you his coat/jacket without question if you mention being cold (or even if you just happen to look a bit chilly)… now whether or not it actually fits you is another story, but it’s a sweet gesture nonetheless

[heavenlyraindrops]

smut writing tips (TW: sexual stuff cause like. Cmon. It’s smut)

I did one for character so now I’m doing one for smut what’s wrong with smut huh so what if I’m writing tips on how to make smut so what SO WHAT HUH

Smut scenes aren’t that different from normal scenes. Probably because they’re normal scenes. Remember that.

Therefore, they should have dialogueeee because boy oh boy the amount of smut I have read where they are just dead silent is insane I could rebuild the wall of china with allat

so… dirty talk

BUT DONT MAKE IT TOO LONG! OR TOO WEIRD…

“Do you think they’d watch?” he asks. “Do you think they’d enjoy the sight of your naked flesh on display? Maybe they would get off on seeing your dripping pussy reflected back at them everywhere they look. Or the pretty flush on your chest when you come. I think they’d even enjoy watching your eyes roll to the back of your head when my cock fills you so fully, you can’t fit any more of me inside you.”

That’s from haunting Adeline… and… just.. no. NONONONO ITS DISGUSTING ITS GROSS…. WHO TF SAYS THAT BRO. Why is tHIS BOOK SO POPuLAR

more gross examples: “You want to know what I’d do?” he questions. “I would let them watch. I would let them watch me claim you as mine and own every inch of your body. They would watch my cock fill every one of your holes and then watch you cry because of how hard you came. And then I’d fucking kill them. My cock would still be wet from your cum as I’d slice their throats for even daring to look at what’s mine.”

dont write like that guys… like ew. Just ew

also.. epithets.. ok idk what they’re called because English = not my first language but

like

”his member” “sword” “love button” “seed” “her peaks/ nubs”

look my dude if you can read a smut scene like “he inserted his sword inside her cavern and spewed his seed inside her while fondling her mounds” then sure pop off I guess but tbh

no.

JUST USE COCK DICK AND PUSSY OR SOMETHING IDK WHY U GOTTA DO THIS TO ME I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO SEE CERTAIN THINGS THE SAME WAY EVER AGAIN

“his member” I’m sorry is his dick joining a club?

anywaysysystst

research human body stuff. Like, dicks need to recharge before they get hard again yk

“Recharge” idk bro yk what I mean

cumming more than once for women do be kinda painful unless there’s an amount of time in between the orgasms

like depends on the woman, can range from a couple of hours to at least a whole day

although this doesn’t apply to everyone and some people do just go for it a bunch of times in one session so it’s a very variable thing

so yeah! Make sure to educate urself on biology

spemd more time talking about how they feel physically and emotionally than what they are doing so that the scene actually does have some depth

consistency! I have read shit that goes along the lines of “he grabbed her waist then with his other hand stroked her cheek and then she wrapped her legs around his feet and he pressed his elbow againts her knee flipping her upside down while she nibbled on his ear” how am I supposed to imagine any of that

they keep sprouting a third arm

or do things that completely contradict the position that they are in.. he can’t slap ur ass if ur in the cowgirl position..well, not very comfortably

so. Consistency! :)

that’s all for now ermmmm so yah tell me if this was helpful guys

edit: this post is super old pls ignore its existence

[carlyraejepsans]

until recently i was a "havent even touched the game in 8 years, i barely remember the characters" type of ut fan, but i just finished it again and my brain is active again, but im really rusty. i could only think of you to ask, please feel free to ignore if youve answered before or for any reason at all. ill send them by separating, first one is this: since flowey says he "could never get past Asgore if it werent for you" does that tie to the quality of his determination, stats, or gameplay? like is he simply stuck on the "playing" part, no matter what he has equiped or his LV, is he simply unable to manage the turns? im a shitty gamer myself, i can bet sans fight would succeed to stop me from finishing a NoMercy, so is the asgore fight equivalent of that for flowey? so he never got Any "ending" at all, just went around doing what he could, until only thing left was asgore, and reseted? if so, wouldnt that make it basically canon he'd tried a NoMercy and got stumped worse with sans? please tell me your thoughts on floweys time with the power to save and reset

Hi, and welcome back to the game! I was in your exact same position a couple of years ago, so I'm super flattered you're looking at me for information.

Flowey's final kill count before the events of the game is... debatable. More under the cut because this got long.

Of course, like you said, you have lines like the ones after you deal with Asgore for him:

Howdy! It's me, FLOWEY. FLOWEY the FLOWER! I owe you a HUGE thanks. You really did a number on that old fool. Without you, I NEVER could have gotten past him. But now, with YOUR help… He's DEAD. And I'VE got the human SOULS!

There's a pretty straightforward interpretation of this line, and it's the one you brought up: Flowey tried to defeat Asgore but couldn't, and he needed us to weaken him first to achieve his goal. The phrasing doesn't leave much to be contested. However! There's another Flowey line--this time in the geno route, I don't know if you've already gotten to it in your replay--that i feel can offer a slightly different perspective.

You understand, I've done everything this world has to offer. I've read every book. I've burned every book. I've won every game. I've lost every game. I've appeased everyone. I've killed everyone. Sets of numbers… Lines of dialogue… I've seen them all.

If you go with the previous interpretation, you can read this line as Flowey being hyperbolic, or taking some poetic liberty for the sake of rhetorical parallelism. But considering his larger metanarrative role as a mirror and reflection of the completionist player experience, I think it is also completely fair to assume that Flowey HAS, in fact, killed Asgore before. Just like he's killed Sans. Just like he's killed literally everyone who can be killed in the game, either directly or indirectly (see, in our case, Alphys).

This does require a re-framing of the post Asgore fight dialogue, however. Which is... actually not as much of a stretch as you'd expect!

"but now, with your help... he's dead. and i've got the human SOULs." -> i needed your help to kill him.

"but now with your help... he's dead. and i've got the human SOULs." -> i needed your help to get the SOULs, specifically.

It's a subtle difference, but one that gets corroborated, once again, in Flowey's NEW HOME monologue in the geno route.

We don't even need to leave to get them this time. The king has six of them locked away. I've tried hundreds of ways to get him to show me them… But he just won't. I know he'll do it for YOU.

Remember how the SOUL containers are hidden under the floor in front of the Barrier until the moment you and Asgore initiate the battle? There would be no way for Flowey to know where they were stored unless Asgore chose to show them to him.

If you want my personal favorite interpretation, I think it's pretty clear that I lean towards the second option. All while not discarding the idea that Flowey is just a bit of a shit gamer as unrealistic (for all he may trap us in unavoidable attacks over and over, he does get thwarted every single time). He certainly seems more apt in plotting schemes and manipulation than sheer fighting prowess. My preference also remains because, while Flowey IS softlocked out of the ability to "finish the game" until we (the true protagonist) start playing, that is because Undertale doesn't end when we kill Asgore: it ends when we get to the Surface. THAT'S the final objective Flowey wants, and can never achieve on his own in the state of the game before it begins. Whether Asgore is alive or dead is irrelevant.

My preference also comes from Asgore and Flowey's characterizations. We know that Flowey has spent a significant amount of time stalking and resenting and mocking and enjoying Toriel's suffering in the RUINs. He is extremely good at pushing buttons and digging wounds back open. And well, Asgore himself is actively suicidal by the time we get to him, and has been for a while. Think only of the ending where Flowey doesn't kill him, so he kills himself instead. Furthermore, if you look at Undyne's reminiscing during our date in pacifist...

Once, to prove I was the strongest, I tried to fight ASGORE. Emphasis on TRIED. I couldn't land a single blow on him!

...it's clear Asgore is not only a very strong opponent, but also capable of blocking/dodging attacks. Something he doesn't do during our battle with him, in order to give us a fair fighting chance. Which is also clear suicidal ideation. Now, once again you could use this dialogue to support the opposite thesis that Flowey never managed to kill him. Asgore clearly has past experience in fending off rabid 13yos who want to beat his ass. But he is also in a very fraught mental state as is. Flowey's... well, everything--his mere existence as a concept would be enough to make him want to die. You can't tell me Flowey never drove his father to suicide during his resets (think of Asgore and Alphys' parallels), OR his mother--though I don't think he would be successful in her case (which only makes him hate Toriel more.)

But I would say both options are very good and can both be used to explore their characterization, on their own and in relation to one another.

So while I don't disagree with your comment about the Asgore fight being Flowey's personal Sans fight, I do think Flowey's Sans fight WAS also just... the sans fight lmao. Possibly with easier requirements to face it than us, if you only consider this dialogue of his after several neutral endings in a row

You know. Smiley Trashbag. Say. If I have ONE piece of advice for you... DON'T. Let his brother. Find out ANYTHING about you. He'll... well… Let's just say. He's caused me more than my fair share of resets. Stay away from that guy.

Though it's true that that could both refer to his fight and other shenanigans Sans could have pulled to cause problems on purpose for a time traveler, if he really saw them as a threat that needed dealing with.

does that tie to the quality of his determination, stats, or gameplay? like is he simply stuck on the "playing" part, no matter what he has equiped or his LV, is he simply unable to manage the turns?

I'll leave that to your discretion, actually! Like I already mentioned, it does seem to me that Flowey's specific strengths lie in his ability to manipulate and plot from the shadows, but whether he's naturally good at battles or not, I think the core of what makes him dangerous is the same thing that made us dangerous too. The fact that his mistakes, at the end of the day, do not matter. Flowey can fail and die and try again every single time he wants.

Every other character only needs to mess up once.

When the bored time bending kid with a violent complex has the wheel, it's not a matter of "if" he beats you. It's a matter of when.

Hope that made some kind of sense!

[winchestermysterymachine]

how much can you do with the winchesters in 15 minutes?

Dean Winchester

dean winchester and quickies are like two peas in a pod. there isn't really a day where you and dean don't sneak off to do something together. but i think dean's control is already so tarnished. poor baby was in hell, purgatory. he's super pent up and just needs release after release. quickies are more of the time when dean is more in the dominant mood though, but he can't hold himself back to save his life. it starts off innocent enough, cooking, cleaning baby, showering alone. if you're cooking, he's turning to stove or whatever down and hoisting you onto the counter to have his way with you before you eat together. if you're cleaning baby, he's bending you over the hood and hitting it from the back. if you're showering together, don't ever think you'll be alone for longer than ten minutes. dean is definitely the easiest to make cum out of the three of them. quickest way to make him finish is sucking him off. he absolutely adores when you get on your knees for him, completely naked, looking very fucked out, and all you want is to please him? yeah. especially if he was just inside you. he's gonna make you cum, and then watching you sink to your knees to finish him off. he feels like a video game character who's just been murdered by a sexy sorceress in battle. a battle he's willing to loose all the time. the quickest dean has ever made you finish was probably the first time he brought in the vibrator. it wasn't something you had ever used before, not ever really wanting to use it, he suggested it. mostly for himself though, but he's in missionary, and for some reason you're a little lost in your own though ts of the day. probably cause he died and was suddenly alive again, but the reason doesn't matter i suppose. everything feels great, but you just won't relax for a few seconds long enough to get absolutely lost in the pleasure like he needs. so when you're least expecting it, he doesn't stop, but he does lean over to the bed side table, opens the drawer and pulls out the pink vibrator he'd bought online. he switches it on before your eyes open, before you're able to ask why he's moving around so much. he presses it against your clit. rough, meaning serious business. this was also probably the most serious dean had ever been during sex. the vibrations shocked you so bad your eyes widen, you gripped the sheets and your thoughts literally melted right out of your brain and he had you right where he wanted you. i think he's also a huge teasing shit when you're in the middle of a quickie. if you think he was a smooth talker before, then now he won't keep his trap shut. he keeps whispering how you better be quiet or else sam's gonna know, someone's gonna walk out to see you bent over baby's hood, grab food from the kitchen. he's annoying but it's okay.

“I can do a lot with 15 minutes, only gonna take two to make you finish.”

Sam Winchester

sam winchester and quickies are never really a thing that's ever used in the same sentence. unless, the boys have to stay in a motel for the next few days. it's too much to buy two rooms all the time, so you're stealing baby as much as you can. every food run, ever trip to the library or coffee in the morning always starts and ends with sex in the car. for a while you'd feel bad having sex in dean's car. especially if he's dead, or in purgatory i guess. but, let's say the boys are working on a pretty long and hard case that takes you away from the bunker to a different state. and just the sound of the news article made the case present itself as something that wasn't a walk in the park. so you'd go with them, helping out by collecting books from libraries, heading to the store to grab the goods or snack runs, making coffee and breakfast, basically just doing the simple thing's so they can focus on finding out who they need to kill. after you and sam get together, you're not exactly allowed into the line of fire after a particularly terrible case for you, but anyway, you're happy to help make coffee if it means not being alone at the bunker. and the longer the case goes on, the more stressed the boys are and beers and day time tv are no longer easing the edge. and sam won't stop staring at you it's making you nervous and you know what he wants, he knows you know. but you can't do it there in front of dean... right? now yeah right of course. so you suggest to sam if he wants to go to the store and grab some more snacks and drinks while dean does... whatever dean does when you're gone. sam is off the couch in seconds with an arm around your waist pulling you out to the car. he's getting in the car but not going to the grocery store, not yet, he pulls off to an empty side road and making you ride him until the fog in his brain clears. he's kissing you and whispering about how you're the best thing in the world cause he knows the exact monster that's been messing with sam and dean all week. this happens a lot more often than either you or sam thought it ever was gonna happen. sometimes you do stay back at the bunker, especially if the case is something they already think they've come across before. but you don't really like to. the amount of times you've stayed behind and had only one boy come back to you is haunting. the quickest sam's ever cum is probably when you talk back to him. dean doesn't let the poor boy control most thing's in his life aside from what clothing he puts on his body, so when you start talking back to him during sex? saying no? he's fucking you harder, making you agree to whatever it is he originally wanted without a second thought, and its you breaking that makes him cum so quick, just a few seconds after you started babbling in agreement to whatever he said. the thing that's made you cum the quickest was the first time in the bunker. being able to be as loud as you wanted, no interruptions, space, time, it felt like the first time again and you probably went round after round for a few hours until neither of you could go any more. 

“Say something bat shit crazy, I'll do it, don't you make me.”

Castiel

castiel has so much self control, it's almost difficult to bring him to orgasm. he just needs to relax for a second, which isn't something an angelic soldier lets himself feel easily. he doesn't really do quickies either, and prefers everything to be as long and as drawn out as possible cause it's castiel. he likes the waiting game, likes the long run. he's definitely more into giving you pleasure anyway, although he likes it you giving him head or whatever. if you suggest a quickie he's like 'why would we do it fast when we can just go slow and take out time?'. castiel not understanding time is so funny to me. i mean, castiel being able to last so long is a blessing and a curse, cause if you're not done then neither is he and you don't have to worry about taking a break. the best places you've had quickies are probably in random rooms in the bunker when neither of you wanted to be found, but you often don't need to have quickies because he'll just take you anywhere you want to go if you can't be alone. the quickest he's ever finished was probably just in an hour, and it's always when you two try thing's for the first time. it's the new sensations that he's never felt, or hadn't felt in a long time. it doesn't matter who's on top, he always finishes quickly when you try something for the first time. of course it's a lot longer than an average man would take, but it's quicker than he usually finishes. the quickest he's ever made you finish was probably when he was being dominant for the first time. you were getting ready to ride him, something casual in your bunker bedroom when he suddenly just grabbed your hips, flipping you over and putting you under him instead. first time being dominant, as well as his first time being on top, telling you what to do. it was so unexpected from how you two usually had sex that your brain wasn't keeping up with everything, getting lost in the pleasure. he's probably like 'wow that was the fastest i have ever brought you to orgasm!' you definitely had to teach him how to talk dominant. he already is a strong guy, but after that his verbage needed some practice. he will never do it in dean's car. not even eat you out. it's dean's car, his baby and cas gets that in a way. he doesn't want to do that kind of thing knowing it'll piss dean off and embarrass you. 

“Lot of pretty boys, lot of funny business.”

so, did it only take you two to make him finish?