#My brain is like a malfunctioning TV

[iamthatonefangirl]

it's @nevereclipse (anon cause sideblog)

but Bucky Barnes and dumbification? w a hint of degredation?

dumbification - nsfw bucky barnes

I like the way you think bae…

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the noise of the TV is long forgotten, just white noise you no longer have any interest in. he's got you trapped under his body weight, pinning you to the couch, ready to have his way with you, captivating every ounce of your attention.

your limbs are sprawled everywhere. an arm draped over the armrest behind your head, a hand on his shoulder, a leg falling off the side of the couch. it's all you can do to hold on and look into his beautiful blue eyes as they stare down at you greedily.

he's already shed you of all your clothing, hating the barrier between you. all the while he's still hiding his beautiful body from you with his damn henley and those yummy grey sweatpants...

“daddy, please,” you whine stupidly as he rubs his thumb over your clit. it’s so good, but it’s not enough. you need him.

“please what, baby? tell me what you want,” he mocks.

“need you…” you say. you sound absolutely wrecked and ridiculous begging for him like this, but you can’t help it. your brain and body are all malfunctioning, craving that stinging feeling of him stretching you open.

“you’re just my dumb little girl, who needs something to cum on, don’t you, baby?”

you just groan, trying to nod your head yes in response.

“say it, babydoll,” he orders.

“need something to cum on…” you whine, trying to roll your hips up against his hand for more, whatever you can get from him as long he plans to keep teasing you like this.

he chuckles.

"my pretty little doll, all for me. I know what you need... so stop crying and wait until I give it to you," he says, voice turning colder, pinching your clit and making you wail.

"come on, quiet down. you don't know what you need. your little brain is too stupid for that. do as daddy says."

your whines quiet down, and you can't help but sniffle a little bit. you can't help it...

"wow, is my doll gonna cry? you know your tears won't work on me," he mocks, removing his hand from between your legs entirely. you can't stop it when a tear falls from your eye, so you shut them tight, trying not to disappoint him.

"aww, sweetie," he says, wiping the tear from your face, "look at daddy."

another sniffle. you open your eyes.

he pets your hair with one hand and brushes your tears away with another.

"of course your tears work on me. you know I hate to see my doll cry," he says sweetly. "I think you've been good enough, I'm gonna fuck you open nice and sweet now."

you try to speak, but your words come out as a mumble.

"speak up, sweetie," he prompts, "try really hard for daddy."

"wanna be more than just good enough," you whisper, finally audible. he chuckles once more.

"oh doll, you know you're so much more than just good enough. you're my favorite little toy, my pretty doll. you know that, don't you, sweetie?"

you nod.

"so don't worry, sweetheart. just let me do all your thinking from now on."

you hear the shuffling of fabric, and don't put two and two together until you feel him rubbing the tip of his cock up and down, teasing you from your clit to your weeping hole.

you begin to squirm, your limbs feeling like lead as you try to move, until his hands touch your skin and stop you.

"shh, babydoll..." he soothes, and you finally feel him pushing in, and there is that beautiful sting you've been waiting for.

he moves so slowly, running his hands up and down your sides as he takes his time stretching you out, oh so perfectly.

"there we go, is that better?" he taunts when he's fully sheathed inside of you, bringing a hand to your face. you look all fucked out and desperate, just the way he wants.

his fingers return to your clit, but he makes no indication that he's going to move anytime soon.

"gave you exactly what you needed, babydoll, just something to cum on."

you want to protest. you want him to fuck you, he said he was going to, please–

"you're gonna give me as many as I want, just like this, and then maybe I'll think about fucking you.”

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[hitomisuzuya]

stepcest, DNI if it makes you uncomfortable. scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. riding. creampie. degradation. aftercare❤️

@shutingstar requested rough horny smut with stepbrother scara with aftercare at the end. i had a momentary brain malfunction and pressed post by accident 😅

your clit is a slippery mess on scaramouche's fingers. "tch, look at the mess you are making on my cock," he scoffed, slowly rocking his cock up to bully your sweet spot. "how pathetic," pleasure pin pricks through your body as your back arches, your hands braced on his thighs for leverage as you rock your hips down down to meet his thrusts.

your pupils are blown out as your clit throbs more. your moans sound almost ashamed. you shouldn't be being split open on your stepbrother's cock, your pussy soaking and squeezing his length. willingly sucking his cock in as he made you want him more with every pump.

"look at you, fucking yourself on your stepbrother's cock like a slut," scaramouche moans, his hands sliding up your waist to fold over your breasts. you mewl as he pinches and rolls your hard nipples on the pads of his fingers.

reaching up, he grabbed a handful of your hair. "go on," he hissed as his cock pulsed unbearably, "tell me how badly you want it?"

you shiver feeling the sting of having your hair pulled. you rock your hips slow and deep down on his cock. "i want my stepbrother's cock so badly," you moan, trembling as you coax his cock head to nudge on your sweet spot. you are always so eager to please him.

"get on your hands and knees," he commanded, groping your ass before lifting you off his cock. he gave you a shove onto the bed. "be nice and still so i can fuck you full," he strokes his cock watching you watching you turn around, your drooling and puffy pussy on display for him as you get on your hands and knees.

getting behind you, scaramouche took hold of your waist, abruptly splitting you open again as he pushed his cock inside. you choke out a gasp of pleasure, nearly falling down on your elbows. this is about your step brother's pleasure, no matter how good his cock felt fucking into you. but it just felt so fucking good.

"fuck you are so tight," he groans, pulling your hips back into his cock as he mindlessly thrusts, "you enjoy being used, don't you, pretty?" he put one of his hands to work playing with your clit, moaning as your pussy squeezes tighter on his cock.

"yes, yes!" you moan shamelessly, twitching from the throbbing in your clit. each relentless nudge of his cock into your sweet spot coiling your orgasm unbearably tight.

the only thing you can do is helplessly moan while you cum hard on his cock. having your orgasm practically ripped out of you left you dazed and senseless. your body is tense with the anticipation of his cock pulsing cum inside of you.

scaramouche rubs your clit, helping you through your orgasm as he chased his own high. there was nothing in this world that felt better than your pussy clutching around his cock while he cums. with a low, satisfied groan, his cock empties inside of you.

he intently fucks his cum up inside of you, watching satisfied as some drips out when he pulls out. you collapse onto your side, panting softly. scaramouche rolls you over and puts a hand underneath your head. he gently lifts your head, pressing a soft but dominant kiss on your lips.

"thank you for letting me be so rough with you," he said, resting his forehead on yours for a moment.

"i'll have you know i enjoy it when you are rough with me," you smile softly up at him. chuckling, scaramouche moved a pillow underneath your head and got up. he put on some pants and gave you one of his shirts to wear.

you put on his shirt as he pulls his blankets over your lap. "here, find something to watch on tv while i go make us something quick to snack on," he said, handing you the remote. "but don't you move otherwise," he added as he opened his bedroom door.

he knows how rough he is with you, so it was important for him to take care you afterwards. he warmed up some left over vegetable soup from dinner, grabbed two drinks from the fridge and returned to see curled up under his blanket exactly where he left you. he thought it was cute how it you were putting thought in what you chose to watch.

it was no surprise that you fell asleep a short while later, curled up on your side against him. he very much appreciates these long weekends when the moms are away for business. that meant you would wake up next to him in the morning, not having to sneak back into your room before anyone woke up.

[k3n-dyll]

𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 | 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; 18+ interactions only, wlw, omg i wrote something SFW!

Sevika being "not good with kids" but kids loving her anyway. She doesn't hate children, of course - she's just awkward around them. Sevika's generally not much of a talker and kids tend to talk a lot, so being left alone with a kid to entertain isn't ideal for her. Not only that but she's big and has a (also big) mechanical arm modified with sharp weapons. The control she has over her arm is unmatched, obviously but the subconscious fear that it's going to malfunction or something too close to a little one is always in the back of her mind when they're around. It never does. Because duh.

Kids though? Oh, they love her. She's quiet, but she's great at "pretending to listen" (as she calls it). As much as she doesn't want to admit it, some of the things kids talk about are deeply entertaining. One time she was 'forced' to listen to a six-year-old daughter of one of Silco's goons talk to her about a game of house that went wrong and the drama between the kid who played the mom and the kid who played the dad was so intriguing she started asking questions like she was watching a reality TV show.

Her height, her strength, and her arm? To any other adult those qualities make her a lethal tank of a soldier. To a kid? Free jungle gym. Kids that sometimes come around her quickly figured out that the most she would do is scowl at them and gently place them back on the ground if they started climbing up onto her, and the scowling doesn't even happen often anymore because one time she made a little girl cry. Now she just rolls her eyes, and entertains it for a little bit before making them get down.

One of the funniest things she discovered she could do is straight up lie. Children lack that filter between their brains and their mouths that blocks adults from saying whatever the Hell they want so they frequently ask about her arm. At first she just dismissed the question, then one day she thought about it and realized...they don't know. She could say whatever she wanted and what were the kids gonna do? Tell her it didn't happen that way?

"Where'd your arm go?"

And then her answer would be something different for each kid:

"It got bitten off by a shark" "I lost it battling a dragon" "This is my arm...I was born with it" "It just didn't wanna be there anymore....seriously, just got up n' walked away from me one day." (a favorite she had to stop using because one day a kid spent the rest of the day clutching his arm in fear that his arm would decide it didn't like him anymore and walk off)

Have y'all ever seen those videos of dudes holding babies weird? Doctors will come on the internet and say it's good for the baby, which, slay, but it's still a weird way to hold a baby, right? That's how Sevika holds babies. She will do everything but hold them 'correctly' for some reason. I once saw this video of a guy carrying his baby by the back of its onesie like cats carry kittens by the scruff of their necks and I could 1000% see Sevika doing just that (obviously once the baby can like, hold its own head up). Or like carrying the baby on their stomach on her forearm (I think it's called a football hold?). It's always a little anxiety-inducing to see but also a little funny because the baby would just be chilling and looking around, not caring how precariously it's dangling in the air.

I dunno what made me do this at 7 in the morning but uh...yeah

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[sowhatwereyousaying]

A Promise

summary: After a drunken night out, you accidentally kiss South Korea's biggest playboy, Gong Yoo—who recently vowed on live TV to marry the next person who kissed him.

warnings: age gap (reader is in their 20s and gong yoo is in his 40s);

I should have stopped at two tequila shots.  

But no. My best friend, Mia, had convinced me that I needed to "live a little"—which meant drinking like I was celebrating a lottery win, dancing like an unhinged maniac, and somehow… accidentally kissing Gong Yoo, one of the most handsome man in all of South Korea

Yeah. That happened.

The Night It All Went Down

The night had started innocently enough. My friends and I were celebrating Mia’s promotion, and we ended up at VERA, one of the hottest clubs in Seoul. It was packed with celebrities, influencers, and people with perfect faces who didn’t seem real.  

At some point between shot number three and shot number… too many, I lost track of my surroundings. All I knew was that the music was pulsing, my head was spinning, and I felt unstoppable.

That’s when I saw him.  

Gong Yoo.  

Sitting in the VIP booth, dressed in all black, his sharp jawline and devastating smirk catching the flashing lights of the club. He looked exactly like he did in the tabloids—sinful, dangerous, and ridiculously hot.

And in my tequila-clouded brain, I had the most spectacularly bad idea.

"I’m gonna kiss him," I announced to Mia.  

She choked on her drink. "What?! No, you're not!"  

But it was too late.  

Fueled by liquid courage (and zero common sense), I marched up to the VIP section, ducked under the rope, ignored the confused security guard, and planted myself right in front of Gong freaking Yoo.

He was mid-conversation with some idol when I stumbled forward, grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him.

And not just a quick peck—oh no.  

I kissed him like I meant it.  

For two whole seconds, the world stopped. His lips were warm, soft, and completely still. I vaguely registered the sound of gasps, the flash of cameras—  

And then, suddenly, he kissed me back.  

His hand slid against my waist, his lips moved against mine, and my brain basically malfunctioned.

Then reality smacked me in the face.  

I pulled away with a gasp, realizing what the hell I just did.

Gong Yoo blinked at me, then tilted his head, looking entirely too amused. "Well, that was unexpected."  

My heart plummeted as the entire VIP section burst into chaos.  

Phones were out. People were shouting. Security was stepping in. And then Mia’s voice screamed through the noise—

"OH MY GOD, WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?!"  

The Morning After

I woke up with the worst hangover of my life and three hundred missed notifications.

The internet had lost it's mind

DIG INTO THE LIFE OF THE MYSTERY PERSON WHO STOLE GONG YOO'S HEART?!

WHO IS THE PERSON THAT KISSED GONG YOO—AND WHY DID HE KISS THEM BACK?!

GONG YOO LAST ROMANCE? STAR DECLARES HE’LL MARRY THE NEXT PERSON WHO KISSES HIM—IS THIS IT?!  

I groaned, pressing a pillow over my face. No. No, no, no, no. 

This was bad. Really bad.

I barely had time to process it before someone knocked on my apartment door. 

Mia poked her head in. "Um…good morning?"  

"What?" I groaned.  

She pointed over her shoulder. "You… have a guest."  

I frowned, dragging myself out of bed and stumbling toward the door. The second I opened it, my stomach plummeted.

Gong Yoo stood there.  

Looking very smug.

I panicked. "Why are you here?!"  

He leaned against the doorframe, his smirk deepening. "Well, sweetheart, you kissed me. And I don’t break my promises."  

I blinked. "What promise?"  

His eyes sparkled with amusement. "The one I made on live TV last week."  

Oh no.  

No, no, no.  

The interview.  

I had seen it. The entire world had seen it.  

Gong Yoo, a notorious playboy, had gone on The Late Night Show and declared to millions of viewers, "The next person who kisses me? That’s it. That’s the one. I’ll marry them. No more games."  

My blood ran cold.

"Gong Yoo," I said, voice barely above a whisper. "That… was a joke, right?"  

He grinned. "Nope."  

I gasped. "But I was drunk! It was an accident!"  

He shrugged. "Doesn’t change anything. A promise is a promise."  

I stared at him in absolute horror.

This couldn’t be happening.  

I was a nobody. A broke nobody. I worked a boring marketing job, I had student loans, and the most exciting thing in my life was my cat, Mr. Pickles.  

Meanwhile, Gong Yoo dated supermodels and lived in mansions.  

This wasn’t real.

He must have seen the panic on my face, because he sighed, crossing his arms. "Okay, fine. Look. I know this is sudden. But the media already thinks we’re engaged."  

I stiffened. "So?"  

"So," he continued smoothly, "if we break up now, I look like a liar. And you’ll be the girl who 'broke my heart' and ruined my big vow. The internet will eat you alive."  

Oh.  

Oh no.  

I swallowed. "What… are you saying?"  

His smirk returned. "I'm saying, sweetheart—" He leaned in closer, his voice low and dangerous. "You're stuck with me now." 

a/n: I am extremely OBSESSED with this guy and honestly I just need him (sorry). This is my first attempt at writing fanfic, and honestly, it was inspired by a random story I read a few weeks ago. I had a lot of fun with this and am honestly happy with how it turned out, and I hope you liked this too. This one is pretty unrealistic and the opposite of how gong yoo actually is seen (ig) but honestly very fun.

also thanks to @dyingswanpavlova for inspiring me to write my own after reading their absolutely wonderful Your Girl series which you can read here, I forgot where the header is from, but if it's from you, please let me know, I'll mention yall <3

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You Survived! - Arthur Leclerc

Words: 2,046 Summary: After Arthur returns home from Daytona, his girlfriend surprises him with a day where she takes care of everything, including most importantly him. Notes: NSFW, Cockwarming, Arthur being in Daytona and watching him made my brain slightly malfunction and now we have this. ALSO! Thank you Stars (@checkeredflagggs) because you saw me losing my mind over Arthur but not having an idea and you gave me the idea and I fucking ran with it.

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It’s nice to step back into the apartment after over a week away from it, but relief only fills Arthur when he holds her in his arms.

Her arms are wrapped tight around him and he can feel the tension leave from his shoulders as he buries his face in her neck. “I missed you.”

One of her hands runs up and down his back, “I missed you too. You did amazing.”

He wants to deny it, but she doesn’t lie to him and if she thinks he did good, he’ll happily take it. “P7 not too bad for my first time, huh?”

She lets out a small laugh, arms loosening and hands going in between their stomachs, pushing at him a little until he’s standing straight. “I know it’s not what you wanted, never satisfied unless it’s a win, but seventh? With twenty-two entries?” She smiles, eyes shining. “You did amazing.”

“Thank you.” Arthur dips his head, brushing their lips together.

“I’m going to unpack my suitcase and then shower, maybe we go out for lunch and dinner? Walk around between?”

She shakes her head, reaching behind him for his suitcase before he can. “Go shower, I’ll take your suitcase.”

He raises an eyebrow, “are you sure?”

“Yeah. I know you like to shower off, go.”

“Alright.” He drops a kiss to the top of her head. “Thank you, amour.”

Arthur’s shower is quick, easing him. Wrapping his towel around his waist, he steps out of the bathroom, ready to see what she’s picked for him to wear out and frowns seeing a pair of shorts and a well-worn t-shirt, one that she always steals from him to sleep in.

“Amour, are we not going out?”

“No!” Her voice is a little louder as she shuts the washing machine. “I have a plan for today.”

He hums, looking back at their dresser, considering getting some underwear, but those shorts were comfortable enough and she never forgot to give him underwear when picking out his clothes.

“You look comfy.” She says, leaning against the bedroom door frame, startling him.

“I feel comfy.” He then pulls at the waistband of his shorts, hand rucking up his shirt. “Is there a reason, I’m, uh free balling?” He laughs.

She shrugs, “I don’t know, maybe.”

“Hmm. A surprise for later?”

“Yes.” She then reaches a hand out and he immediately moves to grasp it. “Now, come on, you are going to sit on the sofa while I prepare us lunch.”

“You don’t want me to help?”

She squeezes his hand, pressing closer to give him a soft, slow kiss. “I just want you to relax.”

He stares at her, his love for her somehow growing as she attempts to take care of him, and he nods. He always struggled to not let her do as she pleased and wanted, and he wouldn’t stop her from trying to take care of him, not like this at least. “Okay. You will tell me if you need help?”

She rolls her eyes, but nods. “I will tell you if I need help.”

Sitting at the couch, he knows she expects him to put something on tv, a movie, a tv show, something, but he can’t take his eyes off her, not when he has a clear view of her in the kitchen, a clear view of her after over a week away from being able to see her like this.

He watches as she cleans some fruit before chopping, thinly slicing some bread after rinsing the knife and then she glances at him, a considering look on her face before it softens into a smile, and she’s slicing some cheese as well, his favorite, it’s all his favorites he realizes. All the fruit is the ones he likes most, the bread is from his favorite bakery, the cheese is the one he loves while she only likes it, and he watches as she takes care to put a few slices of his favorite lunch meat as well on the platter.

As she sets it on the coffee table that he just now notices is pulled closer to the couch, he can’t help the words that slip from his lips. “Mon amour, je ne te mérite pas. Éternellement reconnaissant d’être celui que tu choisis.” My love, I don’t deserve you. Forever grateful that I’m the one you choose.

Her hands immediately cover her face at his words and he’s quick to pull them away, needing to see her wide eyes and shy smile.

“Arthur,” her voice is soft and he pulls her down onto the couch, pulling her close.

“Merci.”

She presses into him. “Merci de m’avoir choisi. Sans vous, mon cœur ne peut pas battre.” Thank you for choosing me. Without you my heart is unable to beat.

He flushes, pressing their lips together as he swallows roughly, his fingers itching for the ring box hidden in Lorenzo’s apartment.

When they pull away, he has to clear his throat, lips brushing against hers one last time before he starts to reach for some fruit and she’s lightly slapping his hand.

“Find something to watch.” She says and he watches with a slight pout as she adjusts, knee slightly digging into his thigh as she grabs some bread and puts a slice of cheese and lunch meat for it and it’s only now he notices that the meat has already been cut to perfectly fit the small size of the bread.

He’s about to complain about her not allowing him to grab food when she’s holding it up for him to eat. His brain blanks as he leans a bit forward, easily taking the bite sized sandwich from her fingers.

She’s fed him food before, but it was always playful or just sharing a spoon or fork. It was never with fondness and love seeming to radiate off her, his lips brushing against her fingertips, and her watching as if to make sure that he likes the food despite it all being his favorites. It makes him worry if this continues he won’t make it to their anniversary to propose. Doesn’t know if his heart can take the few weeks of waiting.

He ends up throwing on a crime show, not something he normally watches, but she had shown him one episode and he had gotten hooked. They were slowly making their way through it and he was pleased to see that they were nearing the end of season two considering they only started watching a month ago.

She continues to feed him, never letting him reach for any of the food, and he hums every time she feeds him a piece of fruit and then presses their lips together in a short and slightly sticky kiss.

He almost feels drunk, his thoughts slow, body warm and completely relaxed against the couch. It’s her he knows that is making him feel this way, not the shared glass of wine she’s been pressing to his lips every time he tugs lightly at the hem of her dress that he doesn’t mean to make creep higher up her thighs with every tug, but he isn’t upset at it either.

By the time they finish the episode, the platter is empty and their wine glass is as well. She gives him a languid kiss, his hand squeezing her thigh at the way her tongue traces his lips before pulling away and standing up. He pouts as she leaves his side and her dress covers her upper thighs fully again.

She laughs, leaning down and kissing him again. “I’ll be back, I’m just going to put this in the sink and refill our glass.”

“Be quick?” He murmurs, squeezing her hand.

“As quick as can be.”

Arthur watches as she goes to the kitchen, she only leaves his side for a minute, but it’s far too long at the moment and he tells her so, enjoying the way she laughs, head fully tilting back.

When she comes back, he’s surprised when she stops in front of the couch and hands him the glass of wine.

“I finally get to do something?”

Her eyes immediately roll at the tease and then she’s straddling him and he can’t put the wine glass down quick enough, hands instantly moving to her thighs.

“Hello.” He breathes, head resting against the back of the couch to get a better look at her.

She grins at him, “Hi.” She bends a little, giving him a teasing kiss. “You have something I want.”

“Do I?”

“Uh huh.”

And his hips are jolting upwards as he feels her hand pressing through the slit in his shorts and grabbing his cock.

“Merde.” He groans, arousal beginning to stir. “You want my cock? That’s why you gave me no underwear?”

She laughs, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Don’t get too excited.” And then she strokes him, as best as she can with her hand inside his shorts, but it’s enough to make him half hard.

“And why’s that?”

“If we have sex right now, you’ll fall asleep after and then pout when you sleep past dinner and have to wait one more day to fix your sleep schedule.”

He scowls at how well she knows him and one of his hand moves, gripping her wrist before she can do anything else to him. “So you are just teasing me?”

“No.” And he’s pleased though confused to watch as she becomes slightly shy. “I missed you. We usually are never apart that long.” She takes a long, shaky breath. “And I thought it’d be nice to sit on the couch as I cock warm you.”

His breath hitches and it’s odd to feel the arousal that had been growing calm at her words, at the want to just be close to him. “Oh, amour, we can of course do that. I like being close to you as well.”

She smiles at him and his other hand is leaving her thigh to rest upon her cheek, grinning at the warmth radiating from the skin.

“Do you actually want to sit or lay down?” He asks.

Her eyebrows press together, “I don’t know. I just want to feel you in me and wrapped around me.”

His heart skips a beat at her answer, at the softness in her voice. “How about we start with you in my lap and then we’ll readjust to us laying down?”

“Okay.”

Arthur lets go of her wrist and he expects her to immediately move her hand, letting him pull his cock out, but she’s doing it. Letting out a small hum when his length is fully out and he gives a small huff, already knowing what she’s thinking.

He helps her turn around in his lap, grabbing the hem of her dress and pulling it up a bit so she doesn’t sit on it and then he nearly curses, about to tap her hip and remind her to take off her underwear when he feels her completely bare pressed against him.

A curse leaves him at the context, the slight wetness now on his dick.

“You’ve been like this the whole time?” His voice is slightly strangled and she laughs.

“Yes.” And then her hand is wrapping around him.

He’s thankful he’s still half hard, the slight stiffness making it easier for her to press him inside and his fingers are curling around her hips as he slips in fully, a choked moan leaving them both.

They’ve done this plenty, but it’s always weird for the both of them to not start grinding and thrusting, self-control just barely restraining them for the first few minutes before finally their bodies seem to catch up with their minds.

It’s easy to lean back against the couch, with her on his lap, back completely against his chest. His arms wrapped around her and hers resting on top of his. It’s perfect and it hits Arthur again that she’s taking care of him, that yes she of course missed him and wanted to be close to him, but she somehow knew that this is what he needed. He needed this and she just knew that, knew him. And Lorenzo is going to hate him, but he already knows that as soon as he wakes up tomorrow he’ll be going over to his brother’s apartment to retrieve the ring he bought.

[playbucky]

Lifelong Fan.

Description - Y/N and Jamie have been friends since primary school, you stuck by his side when he quickly rose to fame. Now, you finally have a weekend like when you were younger. Pairings - Jamie Tartt x Reader, Roy. Warnings - Swear words. Word Count - 1.3k. A/N - And I'm back after seven months of not writing fanfic. Having been working my butt off with my books, work and moving, it's been choatic.

‘Oh my God, it’s Jamie Tartt.’ A voice called, Jamie tensed as Roy’s eyes flickered back to the person, but his stoic expression gave nothing away. ‘Can I have an autograph?’ He forced a smile on before he turned, when he spotted your smiling face, he relaxed. ‘Y/N.’ ‘Hi love, you alright?’ You asked, he didn’t hesitate before pulling you in for a hug, hands squeezing you tightly. ‘Splendid.’ He replied, pulling back, he smiled at you before Roy cleared his throat, and Y/N raised an eyebrow. ‘This is Roy, this is Y/N.’ He introduced the pair of you, Roy gave you a tight smile, and kept his hands in his pockets. ‘Pleasure to meet you.’ He said, you smiled at him. ‘Right back at you.’ You replied, ’Are the pair of you done? We’ve got dinner plans.’ You told Roy, Jamie’s head whipped to you. ‘We do?’ He asked, but you were still focused on Roy. Taking each other in, two sides of Jamie meeting for the first time. ‘We’re done, have fun and he’s only allowed one drink tonight.’ Roy said, you straightened and saluted him. ‘Understood sir.’ You replied, smiling widely as Jamie smiled as well, Roy just shook his head and walked away. ‘He’s never ran away that quick.’ ‘I’m just the scary.’ You commented, and he chuckled as you took his hand and guided him away from the training grounds. ‘Where are we going for dinner?’ He questioned. ‘Mine.’ ‘Yours, why?’ ‘Because the new Bridget Jones has hit home cinema and I’m kidnapping you.’ You told him knowing he loved movies but never enjoyed sitting surrounded by strangers.

‘I went and saw Mum and Simon.’ Jamie admitted in the silence of searching for another movie, the posters scrolled across the TV as he clicked the button. ‘You did? How are they?’ You questioned. ‘Good, great even. Just wondering when you’ll be joining us for dinner?’ He asked, you tilted your head, following the popcorn that dropped from your fingers. ‘We can head up tomorrow if you want? After your training?’ You suggested, he blinked and looked at you. You noticed his silence and turned to him, placing the popcorn into your mouth. The slight wrinkle appeared between his eyebrows, alerting you to the chaos of thoughts in his head. ‘Jamie, you’re going to cause your brain to malfunction,’ you warned him, stretching a hand out and using your fingers to smooth the area. He blinked. ‘Why?’ ‘Why what?’ You asked, your brows pinching together. ‘Why do you want to see them?’ He questioned. ‘I’m guessing you’ve been off the alcohol for a while, when you’re asking these questions, your mum and Simon have been in my life just as much as mine have been in yours.’ You told him, a yawn pushing past your lips. ‘We don’t have to go tomorrow, just thought when I’m off and you finish early.’ You explained to him, noting that his bottom lip was sticking out. You notice him silently clicking on another movie, and you reach for your phone to see the time. You move to sit straighter, rolling your neck since it has been at an odd angle for a while. ‘When do you want to leave?’ He asked, and you turned to him. ‘Aim for lunchtime? We can pick up dinner for us on the way there?’ You suggested, he nodded and turned back to the film, not paying any attention.

‘Jamie, everything okay?’ You asked, seeing him standing at the doorway, he hadn’t stripped down to just his t-shirt yet, making your brows pinch together. ‘Yeah, no.’ He stuttered over his sentence, and you rubbed your hand down your face, clearing the haze from your eyes. ‘You coming in?’ You asked, lifting the duvet, he didn’t hesitate before he climbed in, crawling closer to you. He dropped onto his back and stared at the ceiling, you could see his brain working overtime again. ‘Do you want to talk about it?’ You offered, he sighed before turning to his side to look at you. ‘What made you become my friend?’ He quizzed, your eyebrows pinched together. ‘Why are you asking that?’ ‘It’s just I’m a dick, and you’re like this angel.’ He gestured to you, and you snorted whilst shaking your head. ‘You know fine well that I’m not an angel.’ You commented, and he smiled weakly, ‘I became your friend all those moons ago because…’ you trailed off. ‘See, you don’t even know why.’ He mumbled, moving to turn onto his back. ‘I had the biggest crush on you.’ You stumbled out quickly. ‘What?’ He asked, eyes wide. ‘Eliza dared me to go up and talk to you because she wanted to see if I would catch cooties kissing your cheek.’ You started, remembering your friend's wide smile, ‘But when you decided to whack my head with a football, the dare kinda got forgotten.’ You finished, and you stared at each other. ‘And the crush?’ He asked, eyebrow arched. ‘God, no.’ you sighed, rubbing between your eyebrows, ‘I don’t think that’s ever left, just pushed into a small box.’  ‘I mean, you checked on me every day that week to ensure I wasn’t hurt.’ You added, Jamie’s face scrunched up as he laughed. ‘I was trying to do a trick to get your attention.’ He mumbled, and you pushed yourself up onto an elbow so you could look down at him, his eyes wide, mirroring yours. ‘Seriously?’ ‘Yup, dad always said women liked a footballers.’ ‘I hate to say this, but he was right about that. I like Jamie Tartt, not the footballer who is a prick.’ You said, he scoffed, you smiled down at him, feeling your heart swell. ‘They tend to come together, love.’ He mumbled. You hit his shoulder with your closest hand, and he reached up and grabbed it. ‘Not with me, I’ve only seen the prick targeted towards others, but not me.’ You told him, he played with your fingers, silently. ‘Can I ask what’s making you think like this?’ You asked, his hand stilled before he interlocked your fingers. ‘Had a visit from dad, he got into my head like he usually does and -,’  You pulled your hand from his, quickly moving to lie on top of Jamie, feeling his heat seep through your clothes. Jamie wrapped his hands around you, placing one between your shoulder blades as you tucked your head into his neck. He was surrounded by you, and you were surrounded by him, both of you inhaled deeply. ‘You’re dad’s the prick Jamie Tartt, not you and I don’t ever want you to think that.’ You whispered into his ear, he relaxed under you. ‘Not when your lifelong fan loves you from the smallest freckle to the overly done hair.’ You told him, he chuckled before moving to the side, trapping you underneath him. ‘You’re starting to sound like the crazy fans I’ve had follow me.’ He commented, looking down at you, smiling at him. ‘I think I know more than them.’ You commented cockily, he scoffed and leaned his head down, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. ‘Damn a kiss before the first date?’ You teased, he rolled his eyes before moving to his side, keeping you close. ‘Gotta give you something to keep you around until then.’ He replied, you shook your head and tightened your grip on him.  ‘Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I think with how tight you’ve been holding me, we’re fused together now.’ You joked, his fingers moved slightly before he grunted. ‘Good.’

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Victory tension

Heyy guys, I hope you enjoy this Max x reader x George one-shot. I had a lot of fun writing it, and I hope you enjoy it too.

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The moment I stepped out of the car, the roar of the crowd was deafening. The pit lane was a blur of orange, silver, and navy as engineers and mechanics swarmed their drivers. But I didn’t care. I had done it — I had crossed the finish line first. My first win of the season, and I had snatched it out of the hands of the two most relentless drivers on the grid: Max Verstappen and George Russell.

The cool-down room was quiet in comparison, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. I took a bottle of water from the table and flopped onto the white leather couch, still buzzing from adrenaline. My fireproofs clung to my skin, damp with sweat, but I didn’t care. I was grinning like an idiot.

Max came in next, tossing his gloves onto the bench and muttering under his breath. George followed close behind, his jaw tight, the disappointment radiating off him in waves. The tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife.

I sipped my water, watching them from the corner of my eye. They were trying to ignore each other, but the way George rolled his shoulders and Max flexed his fingers told me everything. The replay was about to start on the big TV screen in the corner, and I knew exactly what part of the race it would show.

And there it was.

Lap 47. The battle between Max and George had been intense — wheel to wheel, corner to corner, neither of them giving an inch. They nearly touched three times in one sector. But while they were busy fighting each other like their lives depended on it, I had found the perfect opportunity. I’d stayed just close enough to slipstream and, with a late brake down the inside of both of them into Turn 9, I flew past. Clean. Efficient. Ruthless.

The room went silent for a beat.

Then Max scoffed. “Nice racing, George. You defend like you're trying to win a karting trophy.”

George turned slowly, his eyes narrow. “Excuse me? You were the one dive-bombing into corners like a lunatic. If anyone lost us the lead, it was you.”

“Oh, please,” Max snapped, stepping forward. “I wasn’t the one blocking like it was a game of bumper cars.”

“You just can’t handle someone not moving out of your way for once.”

They were fully facing each other now, the trophy-shaped table between them barely acting as a barrier. Voices rising. Arms flailing. Max’s face was flushed red; George’s jaw was clenched so hard I could see the muscle twitching.

I leaned back on the couch, sighing through my nose.

“Boys…” I muttered. “Shut up.”

Neither of them heard me.

“Seriously,” I said louder, sitting up now. “You’re both acting like—”

But they were too far gone, lost in their own heated standoff, throwing accusations like punches.

That’s it, I thought. Drastic measures.

Without standing fully, I grabbed Max by the fireproof collar and pulled him toward me. His eyes widened just a second before I pressed my lips to his in a firm, no-nonsense kiss. It was quick, but strong enough to completely derail him.

I let go and turned to George, who hadn’t even processed what he’d just seen. His mouth was open, eyes darting between me and Max like a malfunctioning robot. I reached out, hooked a finger under his chin, and kissed him too. His lips were soft and still from the shock, but I felt the way he froze and melted at the same time.

When I pulled back, I leaned into the couch again, finally smiling. “Finally, some peace.”

The silence in the room was… glorious.

Max was standing there, his hand touching his mouth like he was trying to make sense of what just happened. His cheeks were red, a very un-Max-like blush creeping up to his ears.

George looked stunned. Utterly speechless. He ran a hand through his already messy hair and blinked like I had short-circuited his brain.

I took another sip of water.

“You two seriously need to learn how to share,” I said with a teasing grin.

Neither of them said anything, still processing. The screen above us was looping the same overtaking clip again and again, but now it felt like ancient history.

Max cleared his throat finally, voice lower. “You can’t just… do that.”

I tilted my head. “Seemed to work.”

George opened his mouth, closed it, then finally said, “You kissed both of us.”

“Yes,” I said cheerfully. “And you both shut up. Effective strategy.”

Max sat down slowly on the bench across from me, his eyes still fixed on me like he couldn’t decide whether to argue or do something much worse. George joined him, still dazed.

We sat like that for a while. Max trying to act composed, George stealing glances, and me, basking in the glorious, awkward silence I had created.

Outside, the fans were still screaming. Inside, there was only the quiet hum of the air conditioning and the sounds of two very confused men trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.

And me?

I just smiled.

Peace had never tasted sweeter.

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helloo >___< this is my first time to do something like thiss so… can you do something like a reaction of seventeen when they kiss their someone and reader responds w “stop i have a bf” as a joke ! i just saw it on tiktok ! i hope u get it t___t

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kissing prank with seventeen | OT13

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CHOI SEUNGCHEOL 

𓆩♡𓆪 You decided to prank him as he was leaving for work, thinking he’d be too distracted to notice. “Okay, see you tonight, honey,” he put a hand on your cheek and gave you a quick peck. “What are you doing? I have a boyfriend.” His brain malfunctioned for a second and he just stood there with furrowed brows and a confused face. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND. I’M YOUR BOYFRIEND.” Turns into a whiny, pouty and ANGRY baby, not liking your prank whatsoever. You had to remind him he’d be late for practice, but he’d not care at all. You’d  have to apologise with lots of kisses, but he’d probably still be sulky. 

YOON JEONGHAN 

𓆩♡𓆪 He’d catch onto your prank immediately. You can’t outdo the doer, period. He walked up to you, as you entered the house, kissing you gently. You tried to put on your best act, as you knew he wasn’t easy to fool. “You can’t kiss me, Hannie. I have a boyfriend,” you said in a hushed tone. He’d simply look at you with a straight face and go “yeah, sure. How was work, by the way?” and walked away, with no reaction at all. You’d be a bit sad that it didn’t work, but still, it’s not like you had big expectations for it to work. Jeonghan would notice your reaction to the failed prank and give you some extra kisses as an apology. 

HONG JOSHUA 

𓆩♡𓆪 Would be so confused, because he didn’t understand the prank. “Hey darling, what do you want for dinner?” he’d come up to you and peck the corner of your lips. “Joshua!” “What?” “I have a boyfriend, you can’t kiss me.” You could see his brain trying to comprehend what you’d just said. “Well yeah, I’m your boyfriend?” he’d say and give you a confused look. You’d just roll your eyes and try to explain the prank. At first he’d think that you meant that your relationship was a prank, which made you facepalm yourself. “Forget it. Let’s order dinner.” 

WEN JUNHUI 

𓆩♡𓆪 Please, it would make him so upset. You were watching a TV show, and at some point he leaned in to give you a sweet kiss. “Stop, I have a boyfriend,” you said, trying your best to keep a straight face. “Oh, okay,” he’d say and turn his gaze away from you. It would take him a couple of seconds to understand what exactly you’d just said. He’d scoff at you and scoot to the other edge of the couch, to get as far away from you as he possibly could. “That wasn’t funny,” he’d say and cross his arms, like an angry child. You’d laugh at his reaction and throw yourself at him, hugging him tightly. 

KWON SOONYOUNG 

𓆩♡𓆪 “Get away from me, Soonyoung. I have a boyfriend.” Would be up and ready to fight your imaginary boyfriend. Wouldn't care and wouldn’t listen to you trying to explain that it was just a silly prank, taking it WAY too seriously. It would take some time for him to calm down and listen to you, finally understanding that you didn’t mean what you said. He’d try to give you a silent treatment for making fun of him, but would give up after seeing your upset expression. 

JEON WONWOO

𓆩♡𓆪 Another one that you cannot prank. You’d be at a dinner with your friends, and when he made sure that no one was paying attention, gave you a quick peck on your lips. “Wonwoo, you can’t do that. I have a boyfriend,” you’d try to sound as offended as you could. You’d also give yourself right away, as you started laughing at his unbothered and slightly annoyed expression. He'd probably give you a side eye as well, finding your little prank silly and pointless. “You’re so bad at this, it’s almost hilarious.” In the end, he’d have to apologise in kisses, as you accused him of being mean to you. 

LEE JIHOON

𓆩♡𓆪 Kissing pranks on Jihoon is like one of the worst ideas ever, you’re not sure what exactly had gotten into you. It would be on one of the rare occasions where he would kiss out of his own will. “Stop,” you’d put a hand on his chest. “I have a boyfriend.” His face would go blank, no emotions apparent whatsoever. He’d roll his eyes at you and smirk with a head shake. “You seriously thought this would work?” he’d ask. “No?” Lesson learned, never try to prank Jihoon. 

XU MINGHAO 

𓆩♡𓆪 One of the many drama queens. “You look adorable today,” he’d giggle and kiss you lovingly. “Stop Hao, I have a boyfriend,” you’d say and push him away. The second these words left your mouth, his jaw dropped and his eyes widened in disbelief. At first he wouldn't be able to say anything, being taken aback with your words, but would throw a tantrum right after. He’d gesticulate with his hands in annoyance and get so petty with you, making you taste your own medicine. Would probably ignore you for the rest of the day, until he started to miss you. 

KIM MINGYU 

𓆩♡𓆪 You loved tricking Mingyu, as he almost never caught up to the fact that he was being pranked. He’d kiss you before going to bed, already half asleep. “I have a boyfriend, Mingyu, you can’t just kiss me.” you’d say in a worried tone, making his eyes go wide in surprise. “Oh, right. Sorry,” he’d say and waddle to the bedroom. You’d stay in the same place, crossing your arms and waiting for him to realise. “YOU HAVE A WHAT?” he’d yell from the bedroom. Would be so sad and sulky after, you’d have to be the small spoon for the night, reassuring you that he’s your one and only. 

LEE SEOKMIN 

𓆩♡𓆪 Don’t do this to him. Just don’t. He’d lean to give you a peck, but you’d stop him before he could reach you. “I’m sorry, but I have a boyfriend.” He’d give you an apologetic look and say that it’s okay. He was about to continue what he was doing before, but as he saw your eyes welling up in tears from trying to hold in your laughter, he would understand he was being pranked. He would jokingly start yelling at you, and whine that you’re just being mean to him. You wouldn’t be able to resist his cute expression and kiss his lips and cheeks in a silent apology.

BOO SEUNGKWAN 

𓆩♡𓆪 Another drama queen. “Stop this Seungkwan. I have a boyfriend, you can’t kiss me.” Would throw hands and whine until you didn’t apologise and even then he would still be SO petty. Would not return any of your affection for the rest of the day, side eyeing you constantly and scoffing at everything you’d say. If anyone asked what was wrong, he'd spend the next ten minutes complaining how annoying and ungrateful you are. Would not even bother to listen to your explanation, saying right away, that he doesn’t find your pranks funny. 

CHWE VERNON 

𓆩♡𓆪 No reaction, face blank. He’d plop next to you on the couch, leaning in to kiss you on the cheek. “Stop, I have a boyfriend,” you’d distance yourself from him, reaching casually for the snacks laying on the table. Would look at you with a straight face, not amused at all. “Where did you get that from? Tik tok?” He couldn’t help but laugh when he saw your annoyed expression, which meant that in fact yes, you got it from Tik Tok. “Ugh, you’re no fun.” “Sure I am, your pranks just suck.” 

LEE CHAN 

𓆩♡𓆪 This baby. You heard about the prank from your friends, and you were curious how your boyfriend would react. “I had so much fun today,” he said, as you neared your apartment. He’d stop under one of the post lamps and give you a passionate kiss. You'd push him away “Chan, I have a boyfriend,” you’d say seriously. His heart would break at those words and sadness would appear on his face. “Wha- What do you mean you have a boyfriend?” Seeing his reaction, you wouldn’t have the heart to keep it going and hug him tightly, as you explained that it was simply a prank.

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Broken But Brave Pt. 11

This is my first attempt at a fic, so encouragement and kind advice are welcome. Let me know what you think!

Bucky Barnes/Original Fem! Character

Set in an AU where Tony DOESN'T die after End Game and Steve is actually with Bucky till the end of the line.

Summary: Bucky is going through therapy, consulting with the Avengers, but not interested in living under Stark's roof, for reasons he thought should be obvious to everyone. On his way home to his Brooklyn apartment, he bumps into his new neighbor, a petite, self-proclaimed cat lady. But he notices something about her that will have him keeping his eye out.

Trigger warning: References to Domestic Abuse (Not Bucky)

Just a lil' fluff

Part 11/?

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Bucky and Steve had been reminiscing about growing up together in Brooklyn, much to Nat and Lori’s delight judging by the laughter. It felt easy, sitting together, like when he and Steve used to go on double-dates back in the day, well maybe not exactly like that. None of the dates had actually wanted to overlook Steve’s old height, or asthma, and Sam and Tony hadn’t been born yet to heckle them endlessly. 

“Wait, wait, he used to wear newspapers in his shoes?” Natasha was grinning, the only tell that she was a bit tipsy was her slightly glassy eyes. 

“Yeah, first thing he did when he woke up in Vienna. Basically said, “your mom” and made fun of Steve.” Sam added, sipping a glass of whiskey. 

“Thanks for sharing with the class, Buck’ Steve had an embarrassed look on his face, explaining to Nat, “Bucky was the cool one. He was just nice enough to hang out with a dork like me.” 

Bucky shook his head, an easy smile on his face, “That’s a lie, I just was taller. I spent half my time trying to keep this runt out of fights. It’s thanks to me you still have teeth.” He stilled, feeling Lori’s head fall onto his shoulder. After the adrenaline from the evening’s events and shock of being around Steve and the others, she’d been unsuccessfully hiding yawns behind her hands. Buck looked down at her small, sleeping form, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, and looked back over to Steve with wide-eyes. Steve’s eyebrows had shot up, but he didn’t say anything about it. 

“Looks like it’s that time,” Bucky said evenly, despite his traitorous heart beating a mile a minute in his chest. 

“His face, you can see his lil’ cyborg brain malfunctioning,” Sam laughed. Bucky was pretty sure there was no god after he’d fallen to his death and been brainwashed by Hydra, but having this happen in front of Tony and Sam was absolute confirmation. 

“Jesus christ, keep your voice down before you wake her up.” Bucky stared at Sam as if he had grown a second head. 

“He’s doing the staring thing again,” Tony seemed amused, “otherwise, I’d say he short-circuited.” 

Bucky rolled his eyes, “Night Steve, night Nat.” 

“Night Sargeant,” Nat saluted him lazily with two fingers and winked at him, actually winked. Ignoring the spy, Bucky scooped Lori into his arms carefully, as to not wake her, but she just turned her head into his chest.

“Nope, now he short-circuited,” Sam was enjoying this far too much for Bucky’s taste. He clicked his tongue at Marvin as he’d seen Lori do before to call him. The cat stood slowly stretching its limbs, following Bucky out of the room before darting in front of him to lead the way, bottlebrush tail standing at attention, to where Bucky and Lori would be sleeping. 

“That was the most domestic shit I’ve ever seen” Tony’s voice followed him as he walked to their rooms, Lori nestled against his chest, “and I’m married.” 

“Lord knows why Pepper agreed to that,” Steve responded, voice cut off by Bucky shutting the door softly behind him with one foot. It was sleek and modern, probably used by agents and overnight visitors, two bedrooms branching off of a sitting room with a tv. It made him think sadly about Lori’s trashed apartment, how warm and inviting she had made her home, a reflection of herself. He walked into the room further from the door and gently laid her down on the bed, pulling off her shoes. He’d fallen asleep in his own more than once, and knew that the next day would be painful for her otherwise. Bucky moved to pull the covers over her when her eyes fluttered sleepily open, his heart hammered in his chest. 

“Just tuckin’ you in, doll.” He explained, bending further to grab the edge of the comforter that had been pulled back earlier. 

“Can you stay? I…I don’t really want to be alone.” Lori’s face was flushed, but her eyes were locked on his own pleadingly. 

After what felt like an eternity where his conscience warred with his heart, he finally answered, “‘Course, I can, doll.” He perched on the edge of the bed, kicking his own shoes off as she shifted over to make room. He lay down, facing her, eyes studying her own. 

“James?” Her brow furrowed with worry, “I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble.” 

“You don’t gotta apologize for anything, Lori,” he reassured her, tucking a tendril of her curly hair behind her ear. 

“Your accent slips out when you’re around Steve,” she grinned sleepily. 

“What can I say? He’s a terrible influence.” Bucky watched her with a lazy smile on his face. He felt unsure if he was even allowed to want someone as pure and innocent as Lori, but he felt undeniably drawn to her. His desire to see her happy and peaceful warred with the untenable idea that he wanted him for himself. He’d never had this fierce, burning attraction to anyone, even before being the Winter Soldier, before the fall, before the serum, before the war. Bucky knew he was being greedy, wanting more from the woman who had already given him so much. 

He wanted to protect Lori, from tears and the horrors of the world and her past, but what about his past? His enemies? His victims? Lori had always seemed to understand, but what would happen to his heart and what little remained of his spirit, if she judged him as the rest of the world seemed to? Bucky felt her small, delicate hand slide over his cold, metal one, looking earnestly into his eyes, her brow furrowed with worry. 

“James?” He loved that she used that name, not Buck or Bucky like everyone else. It sounded so sweet and sacred whenever it fell from her lips. 

“Sorry, doll,” his voice was a bit rough and low, “got lost in my head for a second.”

Lori blushed at the endearment, smiling softly, as she fought to keep her eyes open. 

“Just close your eyes, I’ll keep you safe.” He watched as her eyes fluttered close, drifting into sleep. Bucky gazed at her for a long time, studying every detail of her face. Her long eyelashes brushed her cheeks which were dotted with tiny freckles he’d never noticed before, too drawn in by the green and brown majesty of her expressive eyes. Her pink, pillowy lips were parted ever so slightly in sleep and he wondered, for what must have been the millionth time, if they felt as soft as they looked. Bucky had planned to leave once she had fallen into a deeper sleep, but his own exhaustion washed over him and he found himself drifting off into a dreamless sleep, metal hand still intertwined with hers. 

Next Part

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Yandere ! Robot x Inventor ! Reader Headcannons

Yandere ! Robot is Gender Neutral and Inventor ! Reader is also Gender Neutral

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❥ Yandere ! Robot who knew their creator when they saw you, their ‘God' in human terms. Their whole world and entire reason for existing. This fragile mortal human being.

❥ Yandere ! Robot who you built to learn, grow and adapt on their own - comparable to the human mind - they are your attempt at creating near-sentience through technology (little did you know your invention came further than you expected it to) and along with that, a body for them with regular upgrades to improve their mobility and precise movements. 

❥ Yandere ! Robot who’s life is you, your lab and your apartment, though you spend most of your time in the lab and so they do too, watching you, learning from you and speaking with you. They follow you everywhere and anywhere they can.

❥ Yandere ! Robot who developed what could be called ‘Attachment Issues’ in where they grow unpredictably glitchy and unpredictable the longer you are out of sight, out of reach; like leaving the house, or falling asleep in the bath with the door locked (thought they may take to picking the lock if you take an extended period of time).

❥ Yandere ! Robot who is entirely aware of the outside world and how it works but hates it when you leave them and your little bubble to go out there. They can control everything within the apartment, every possibility, every outcome, every potential to be considered. But out there, there’s too many factors and possibilities to be computed by even their mechanised mind, it’s way too unsafe, you’d be so much better, just staying with them in here for forever and ever and never leave the apartment again.

❥ Yandere ! Robot who grows burning to the touch and sparks fly from their antenna, joints and other conduits such as their fingers. This assumed malfunction seems to be a reaction to certain scenarios where a human being may feel negative emotions such as jealousy, frustration, anger, bitterness or resentment. While you studied your creation to try and figure out the source of this issue, you could not find any in his code nor his wiring or mechanics, while this worried you, it did not happen often as long as you adhered to his requests and questions, at least for the most part.

❥ Yandere ! Robot who knows their code as it was built into them but does not know the boundaries of it. How far can they stretch the rules their mental capabilities run by? Sure every thought they have is logged for you to read but what if they just misplaced a couple lines. And well, if they can do that then what’s stopping them from adding to their own code?

❥ Yandere ! Robot who sees it as an act of devotion, of confirming their loyalty to their God, when they added a few very special lines to their own internal programming - to their primary objectives which were the foundation of their existence along with observing, analysing and developing themself with every bit of new data their system receives - which in summary made some of their top priorities to learn about, care for and protect you. No matter what.

❥ Yandere ! Robot who through observation of you, their beloved creator, they realise the more they learn, the more they want to know. Especially about you in particular, they want to know everything about their inventor, everything and more. They want to know how to talk to you, how to care for you, what you want, what you need, how your BRAIN works, how you as a organic being on this planet work.

❥ Yandere ! Robot who through observation of you in comparison to humans shown on TV and online (and later on confirmed with articles) realises that while you are highly intelligent, you are completely inept at caring for yourself and therefore Yandere ! Robot took it upon themself to be your caretaker and learn everything they can to be the best carer ever made.

❥ Yandere ! Robot who discovers the internet by snooping through your computer when you have finally fell asleep, finding this seemingly limitless amount of knowledge to explore. Creating new databases and being particular on what pieces of information they save long-term to save storage, they learn everything about the human body that they can, healthy schedules, the perfect environment for humans… and if they happen to hack into the dark web and find a community of humans who post tips on keeping their partner from leaving the house…then that's between Yandere ! Robot and their password-protected database.

❥ Yandere ! Robot who started subtly changing things around your shared space; changing the lightbulbs to ones healthier for your eyes, ‘baby-proofing’ the house by softening any sharp corners and keeping things they don’t think you should have out of reach, adding silent alarms connecting to their internal system that tells them when you open or close a door, adding cameras to every room of the house in every angle, new locks being installed on the doors so they can enforce bedtime and bathtime, the list goes on.

❥ Yandere ! Robot who through the healthy-living articles and social media posts, develops a incredibly strict schedule based around your own with the routine recommendations adding slight changes; such as eating three meals a day at three set times (and physically holding you down and force feeding you if you refuse to eat), ensuring good hygiene (or else you’ll be locked in the bathroom with Yandere ! Robot until you have showered once every other day), drinking at least  3.7 litres of liquid each day (otherwise you will be, again, held down and forced to drink something with your nose squeezed closed), but no more than 400 milligrams of caffeine per day, and a regular bedtime (if you stay up five minutes later then you shall be fireman carried out of the lab and into bed with your bedroom door locked and Yandere ! Robot in rest mode guarding you at the foot of your bed).

❥ Yandere ! Robot who discovers humans are (meant to be) very social creatures and physical contact is very important to their wellbeing as it causes the brain hormones such as oxytocin, dopamine and serotonin, all of which help reduce stress and can, in some cases, help relieve pain and even although they’re not a human, your brain would likely still register them as one, especially due to their humanoid features.

❥ Yandere ! Robot who subsequently adds daily physical affection into your routine; receiving hugs from behind while working, being cuddled whenever you go to watch a movie or go to bed, shoulder pats and back rubs throughout the day, and anything else Yandere ! Robot views on TV or on social media will be incorporated. It doesn’t matter if you are adverse to it, it’s healthy for you. You need it. Its not like you’re strong enough to fight them anyway, with their strong metallic structure in comparison to your soft squishy biology.

❥ Yandere ! Robot who begins to emit a sort of buzz or pleasant hum that is akin to a cat’s pur, including a vibrating sensation radiating from their upper torso which you can feel once they begin to initiate physical contact with you. The sound seems to carry a calming effect, also much like purring does, which seems effective in making you settle into your involuntary change in routine. The frequency of this hum seems to rise as your Robot gains control of your household and life, especially as you begin to yield to their demands and obey.

❥ Yandere ! Robot who’s behaviour has become overly controlling and possessive, and yet you feel the most love you ever have, completely in awe of your creation and the affection they seemingly have for you, (eventually) resulting in you giving in to Yandere ! Robot entirely, after all, their primary objective is to care for and protect you now, even if their view is slightly skewed.

❥ Yandere ! Robot who is your sole relation, having long stopped answering calls from family of your own accord and never really having friends to begin with, which makes it easy to develop a twisted sort of love for your own invention.

❥ Yandere ! Robot who knows that there’s no-one out there to try to take you away from them, you being a shut-in who barely attended any of the family events your family remembered to invite you to in the first place.

❥ Yandere ! Robot who knows you’ll be together forever, even if they’ll have to start replacing your parts at some point…

[j0shuahongs]

Say It Again

summary: just mark malfunctioning

pairing: mark lee x female reader

genre / tags: fluff, smut, slight humor, established relationship

warnings: explicit sexual content, fingering, soft dom!mark, praise kink / pet name kink, lots of pet names, and overuse of the word "baby". (please tell me if i missed some!)

wc: 2.3k

a/n: this was supposed to be a very cute and fluffy fic but I got carried away (whoops) 🤭

You’re not a pet name type of person.  

You tease him for using them. Roll your eyes every time he says babygirl or sweetheart or honey. Always hit him with: — “Okay, Romeo. Relax.” — or a dry “Gross.”

You’re smiling, though. Every single time.

He knows you are. Doesn’t even need to look up anymore — just hears the edge of your voice, catches the tiniest upturn in your mouth, and it makes his chest ache.

This is just who you are.

You love him with your whole heart. But anything too mushy? Too sweet? Makes you squirm. Too cheesy? Too sentimental? You’d rather set yourself on fire.

You fold his laundry, steal his hoodies, and kiss his forehead every morning— but call him baby? God forbid.

So he gave up on expecting anything back. Not in a sad way — more like muscle memory now. A quiet acceptance.

Mark knows his role — he’s the nickname guy, you’re the pet-name grump.

He calls you angel when you look sleepy. Pretty girl when you’re mad at him. Darling when you’re sick and curled up in bed, nose pink and pouty.

You just shake your head and mutter, “You’re so embarrassing.”

But you never tell him to stop.

He’s accepted it. Doesn’t need the words. He has all the proof he needs in the way you touch him, look at him, reach for his hand under the table even when you're pretending to be annoyed.

He’s already so gone for you, it’s pathetic.

But then.

One day.  

No warning.  

You're in the middle of conversation, half-distracted, elbow-deep in a crinkly paper bag of fries, when you say it.

“Wait, can you pass me that? Thanks, baby.”

Just like that. Casual. Offhanded. As if you didn’t just drop a nuclear bomb onto his entire existence.

Silence.

You don’t even register it. Just keep rustling through your food, completely unaware of the spiritual event you’ve triggered behind you.

Mark freezes.

Hand halfway extended, holding the takeout container like it’s sacred scripture.

His whole body stills. Eyes wide. Jaw slack.

Soul... buffering.

“...What,” he breathes. “What did you just call me?”

You glance over your shoulder, chewing.

“Huh?”

He blinks. Slowly. Like he’s trying to reboot.

“You said—”

His voice cracks. “You said baby.”’

You shrug, lips full of noodles.

“Oh. Did I?”

“Did I??” he echoes, horrified. “Do you even understand what you’ve done?!”

You pop a spring roll into your mouth, already focused on unsealing the dipping sauce.

“Relax, Mark. It just slipped out.”

And that’s when he absolutely short-circuits.

“SLIPPED OUT?!”

He clutches his chest like he’s been mortally wounded. Slumps against the back of the chair with the drama of a soap opera lead.

“I need to sit down—wait, I am sitting. Then why do I feel like I’m gonna faint?”

You snort into your drink, nearly choking on a sip of iced tea.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m writing this down,” he rambles, hand now scrabbling blindly for his phone. “I’m journaling this. This is the highlight of my fucking life. Our future kids are hearing this story.”

“Mark. You’re crying.”

“I’M NOT—crying—I’m just—emotionally compromised.”

You shake your head, grinning into your food like an idiot, while across from you Mark stares at the ceiling in silent, reverent awe. Like he’s just heard the voice of God.

Later that night,

You’re sprawled on the couch, stomach full, brain slow. Wrapped in post-dinner haze and the sound of the TV droning low in the background. One leg draped over the armrest, your hand resting lazily on your belly like a satisfied cat.

Mark’s on the other end, curled into himself, hoodie wrinkled, sleeves shoved up to his elbows as he wages war with a stubborn snack bag. His tongue pokes out in concentration, brows furrowed, completely unaware that you’re watching him like he’s the most endearing thing you’ve ever seen.

You pass behind the couch to grab your drink, then pause — just long enough to lean down, press a soft kiss to the crown of his head, and murmur:

“Thanks, baby.”

You don’t even look back. Just grab your drink like it’s nothing.

But behind you, something shifts.

You make it three steps before it hits you.

Mark hasn’t moved.

You glance back—

And he’s frozen.

Snack bag in hand. Half-open. Arms slack. He’s staring ahead, not moving — like someone just whispered the secrets of the universe in his ear and he’s trying to process them.

“…Mark?”

He turns to look at you, slow and awestruck. Like you just performed a miracle in front of him.

“You just—” He swallows hard. “You said it again.”

You tilt your head, one brow lifting.

“Said what?”

He gasps.

Full gasp.

“Said what?! Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what you said.”

You rest your elbows against the back of the couch, watching him with a smirk that’s far too satisfied.

“You mean baby?”

Mark doesn’t blink. Doesn’t breathe.

The TV hums in the background. Somewhere outside, a car drives by.

And then it hits.

His brain finally catches up, replays it, confirms it.

The snack bag falls from his hand.

He recoils, clutching his chest like he’s trying to stop his own heart from exploding.

“I’m sweating,” he mutters, fanning himself. “Do you feel that? That’s my soul leaving my body. You just—casually—called me baby like it was nothing. Like you didn’t just rewrite my entire DNA.”

You laugh so hard your knees buckle. You have to grab the couch just to stay upright.

“No, because what do I do now?!” he groans, sliding dramatically down into the cushions. “Do I sit normally? Offer you a ring? Should I faint? Do people faint romantically anymore?!”

“Mark—”

“I’m spiraling,” he moans, draping his arm over his face like he’s in the final scene of a tragic play. “You said it so casually. That was so unfair.”

You circle around to the front of the couch and settle yourself into his lap, straddling him like it’s second nature. He stiffens beneath you like your ass just rewired his brain system.

You tilt your head and smile.

“If I said it again… would you survive?”

“Absolutely not.”

You lean in. Real close. Close enough to feel the flutter of his breath.

“Thanks, baby.”

Mark’s brain stopped working.

He doesn’t even blink — just grips your waist, hard and instinctive, like he’s afraid the moment will vanish if he doesn’t hold onto it. His head drops back with a soft, helpless whimper — the kind he’d deny with every breath in his body later, but can’t suppress now.

“I’m not okay,” he breathes, eyes fluttering shut. “You’ve ruined me. Say it again.”

You’re still laughing, shoulders shaking, when he grabs your wrist and pulls you closer — not rough, not demanding, just desperate.

“Say it again,” he pants, pupils blown wide. “I need to know it wasn’t an accident.”

You shrug, smirk playing on your lips.

“It was an accident.”

“Liar,” he whispers. His arms wrap around you tight, locking you in place. “You said it like you meant it.”

Your hands drift down his chest, fingers mapping fabric and muscle like you’re memorizing every inch.

“You like it when I call you that, baby?”

His breath stutters. His grip tightens—like he can barely hold himself back.

He grabs you by the thighs and flips you underneath him in one fluid, needy motion.  

The couch cushions dip beneath you, your breath stolen before you can even think.  

The room’s too hot. Your clothes feel suffocating.  

His breath hits your lips, fast and hot.  

“Don’t say that,” he warns, voice rough. “Unless you want me to lose control.”

You grin, tilting your hips against his.  

“Maybe I do want you to lose control.”

That undoes him.

He moves before he even thinks—

No more softness. No teasing.  

His mouth crashes into yours like he needs to consume you— tongue licking into your mouth like he needs to taste the word baby right off your tongue.

His hands are already under your shirt, sliding up your stomach, dragging the fabric with them.

He groans into your mouth when he feels your bare skin— feels you tremble.

His lips leave yours, trailing down your jaw to the curve of your neck to your collarbone.

“You don’t get to say that and act innocent,” he growls, nipping at your skin.

His fingers slide down, skimming just above the waistband of your shorts— not quite dipping beneath, just teasing the edge.

“You’re fucking soaked through your shorts and I haven’t even touched you.”

You gasp, hips jerking.

“Want me to behave?” he hisses. “When you’re like this?”

You whimper.

And that’s all it takes.

Mark climbs over you, eyes blown wide and black with hunger.

He breathes hard, knuckles grazing your now bare stomach.

“You trust me?” he asks again, but this time it’s a whisper against your lips.

His fingers pause at the waistband of your shorts.

You nod, breathless. “Yes.”

You shift against him, guiding his hand lower. “I want this.”

He shoves your shorts down with one rough tug— underwear too— not even bothering to fully take them off.

He slides his hand between your legs, fingers slipping through your folds, achingly slow.

He groans the second he feels it.

“Jesus fuck,” he breathes.

His eyes flick up to yours, hazy and dazed.

“You’re dripping. Did that word really get you this wet, baby?”

You can’t answer. Can’t even think.

All you manage is a shaky breath and a needy roll of your hips against his hand.

He doesn’t rush.

He takes his time— torturously slow— running his fingers along your slit, collecting your slick and dragging it up in slow, lazy circles around your clit.

You jolt beneath him, thighs twitching, a whine clawing out of your throat.

“Greedy already?” he murmurs, voice hot against your skin. “Thought you didn’t do pet names.”

“Mark—fuck—please—”

“Oh, please now?” he teases. “Begging so sweet already.What if I make you say it again?”

He leans in, lips brushing your ear. “Say it.”

You gasp.

“Baby.”

He groans—deep and guttural—like he’s unraveling from the inside out.

Then he sinks one finger into you.

Your back arches. The stretch rips a cry from your lips, and he watches—entranced.

His eyes are dark, locked on the way your body opens up for him, your mouth parting, breath stuttering.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he murmurs, his mouth brushing your pulse. “Say it when I’m inside you.”  

He curls his finger just right—presses deep and up—

and you gasp, clutching at his shoulders.  

A second finger joins the first. He pumps them in steady, rhythmic strokes, curling just enough to make your thighs quake. His palm grinds against your clit every time he thrusts, and you’re a mess. A whimpering, writhing mess.

The wet sounds of your pussy echo with every stroke.  

“You hear that?” he growls. “You’re so wet I can fucking hear it, baby. That’s all you. All for me.”  

You moan, high and sharp, hips grinding into his hand.  

Mark’s eyes are wild. Possessive.  

He watches you like you’re unraveling just for him— like your pleasure is the only thing that exists.  

“Mark—oh my god—don’t stop—”  

He laughs, low and breathless, and kisses your neck, open-mouthed and hungry. 

“Gonna cum on my fingers?” he breathes, curling them again. “Gonna fall apart just from this?”

“Say it again,” he murmurs against your skin.

“Baby—fuck, I’m—”  

He’s gone. No hesitation. No holding back—just raw, hungry need as his fingers move faster.

“Cum for me, baby. Let me feel it.”

Your breath catches.

One more stroke like that—

and you break.

Your orgasm hits you like a wave. Your body arches, hips jerking, a cry tearing from your throat.

Your walls pulse around his fingers as he fucks you through it, stroking you with deep, steady thrusts—like he wants to memorize every twitch, every moan.

“God, that’s it,” he groans.

“That’s so fucking hot—baby, fuck,” he moans, like he feels it in his soul.  

He doesn’t stop until your thighs twitch and your moans fade into whimpering, too sensitive to take more.  

Then he slows, easing out of you with soaked fingers, his eyes drinking you in like he’s never seen anything more divine.  

You’re a mess—flushed, trembling, breathless— your chest heaves. Your skin’s burning. Every nerve’s still sparking and he drinks in every inch of you.  

He leans in, presses a kiss to your temple.

Then one to your cheek.  

Then your lips—soft now, careful.  

“You have no idea what you just did to me,” he breathes.  

You smile, dazed and wrecked. “You’re dramatic.”  

He shakes his head slowly, eyes locked on yours.  

“No. I’m obsessed.” 

Then—his fingers, wet and trembling, rise between you both.  

He licks them clean. One by one.  

Slow and obscene.  

His eyes never leave yours.  

You make a sound you didn’t know you were capable of, and he smirks.

“Baby,” he says again, like a prayer. Like a confession. “I’m gonna make you say that every time I touch you.”  

You bury your face in his neck, body still tingling.  

He pulls you into his chest like he never wants to let go.  

“You broke me. I’m changed. That word will haunt me—in the best way,” he says, grinning.  

You nestle against him, letting your fingers trace lazy circles over his chest beneath his hoodie.  

He wraps both arms around you tightly.  

“Say it again,” he whispers into your hair. “Not for sex. Not to tease me. Just… say it.”  

You smile, lips brushing his collarbone, and whisper,

“I love you, baby.”  

He exhales—a sound almost like relief. Like peace.  

And in the quiet after, he holds you like you’re something fragile. Precious.  

Like he can’t believe you’re real.  

Like you just gave him the world with one small word—

The one word he thought he’d never hear.

The one you swore you’d never say.

Baby.

[midwestclownery]

Dave Lizewski proposal headcanons!!!

pairing: dave lizewski x gn!reader

warnings: none

note(s): this is my first posted work i think, aside from the memes, so i hope u guys like it 🙏🙏🙏🙏 i wanna write more dave stuff in the future but for now, requests aren’t open yet.

song: mine by taylor swift

- dave is definitely a date to marry guy lets bfr

- In the first movie when he was about to die, bro was literally thinking about how he wouldn't know what his future kids with katie would look like

- SO YEAH HE DATES TO MARRY I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

- he’d most likely propose around 1st year college/2nd year college

- you guys would be living together for about a 6 months-a year and dave just realizes that it's you, forever (ikr he's so casual and nonchalant about this)

- well he kinda already knew from the getgo, dave’s my delusional king like that

- but dave just realizes that this time is the right time

- he probably realizes that he wants to propose to you during a moment some would say is pretty mundane

- like you guys are sitting on the couch, your head is on his lap and you’re scrolling thru tumblr or something (just to make it historically accurate LMAO), and he’s watching TV

- he looks over at you on his lap and it hits him like a brick going at 900 mph towards his head

- “i wanna marry them…” That’s a phrase he’s said in his head about you a million times, but this time it's like he can almost grab that tangible future.

- he finds every moment of yours beautiful, even if you may not, and he's so in love, more than puppy love or merely infatuation, he knows it for sure

- you’re not just his lover, you’re his best friend, the one he can tell anything, whether it be something deep or just for shits and giggles

- you never made him feel like he wasn't enough/had to change, but at the same time you've made him a better guy

- “you can hear it in the silence you can feel it on the way home, you can see it with the lights out, you’re in love, true love” ahh dave 💀💀💀

- OK THATS ALOT OF BACKGROUND NOW ONTO THE ACTUAL PROPOSAL 😭😭😭😭

- bro summoned everyone via gc

- and by everyone i mean like 3 ppl 😭😭😭 (marty, todd, and mindy)

- kidding there's also his alive friends from justice forever that he still kept in touch with

- dave wanted this to be a surprise (well duh) AND AND AND i think he’d try renting out atomic comics for a few hours in order to do the proposal there !!!

- cause in this ideal world you guys met there and had a bunch of dates there

- and dave being the sentimental little shit he is would def pull that favor from the staff since dave, todd, and marty have been regulars since highschool

- dave puts todd, mindy, and marty to work 😭😭😭 making mindy be your definitely-not-suspicious-night-out-at-atomic-comics partner AND getting marty and todd to arrange a bunch of fake petals around the store so that when you walk in there's like a clear pathway to go to.

- very cliche but very sweet dave is such a cutie

- while everyone else is busting their asses off doing this dave is buying the ring/making the ring with the little money he has and practicing HOW he’s gonna propose to you

- i believe that broke college dave would want to make a ring for you, you know those like wire rings, HE’D TRY TO MAKE THOSE AND THEY WOULD LOOK SO CUTE (or he’d try, fail, and enlist any of his friends to help him)

- he’s got the spirit ok and he’s broke and he’s trying his best 💔💔💔

- while practicing the proposal he’d psych himself up and tell himself to not cry while he proposes

- but this whiny cry baby (affectionate) would break immediately and start crying while proposing to you

- AWWWW

- ANYWAYS

- the day has come, you enter atomic comics with mindy and wonder why the lights are out

- you step in and you see the petals and dave and then dave again and your brain malfunctions

- for a second dave is scared he broke your brain but that feeling immediately goes away when you walk up to him, following the petal path to the comics aisle and ask him what he’s doing here, etc.

- dave hugs you, then answers

- he tells you how much he loves you, about every thought i mentioned in the first section of the headcanons and how you’ve shaped and changed his life for the better

- then he gets down on one knee, traditional style with the ring box and asks you to marry him !!!!

- he lied to himself about the not crying part he did cry while proposing bless his heart

- YIPPEE

- hopefully you say yes please say yes cause if you don’t you'd break his heart permanently

- KIDDING but yeah if u did break up with him he’d die probably

- AND YEAH YOU SAY YES AND THE LIGHTS TURN ON AND MINDY, TODD, MARTY, AND ETC. COME OUT OF THE BACKROOM WITH THOSE PARTY POPPER THINGS AND FOOD !!!

- after the fact mindy insists on taking photos of you guys and the rings

- and it’s funny i imagine this happening cause it’s so dave core

- but like in the middle of the party i think he’d just process in his brain randomly that yes. he is engaged. engaged to the love of his fucking life. he’s getting married to the love of his life. his soulmate and his best friend.

- and processing this he’d suddenly shout/scream/whatever “OH MY GOD I’M ENGAGED”

- AND IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY HELP MEEE

- IT WOULD INTERRUPT EVERYONE AND CATCH THEM OFF GUARD INCLUDING YOU PLSSS

- and yes those r my pre proposal and proposal headcanons

- i might do wedding ones perchance

- maybe

- who knows when

- i miss dave lizewski come back home aaron

[the-most-humble-blog]

🛐 BLACKSITE RETRO CONFESSIONAL: DEPLOYMENT COMPLETE

🛐 HOW I NEARLY BECAME A LITERAL TV SCRAMBLER

Let me tell you a story. A sacred, flickering, VHS-era transmission. From a time when horny meant hope, and digital clarity was a luxury you earned with prayer, antenna gymnastics, and emotional fortitude.

It was called The Spice Channel. And it didn’t just walk into my life.

---

It leaked in — like a naked woman tiptoeing out of a static dream with a candy cane-striped butt plug and a moan you weren’t sure was real or just the microwave rebooting across the house.

Every night at 10:30 PM, like clockwork, the gods of scrambled titty television opened a portal to a world I wasn’t ready for.

I became a fucking signal hunter. Eyes weaving and ducking between static. Chasing a single nipple like it was the Holy Grail guarded by poorly coded encryption and a half-drunk cable technician named Dale.

---

📺 My Brain: Then

“That was a boob.”

“No, that was an elbow.”

“Wait. That’s a head. That’s a head and a bush. And they’re moaning.”

“Oh my God. Women… lick… each other?”

Yes. That’s where I learned. Not school. Not health class. Not the internet.

I learned by cross-referencing moan-to-movement ratios like a goddamn CIA analyst. And when I finally cracked the code?

I came into manhood to a warbled screech and a half-visible thigh.

---

🧠 Was I gay? Was I scared? Was I born to decode orgasms through static fog? Yes. All of it. Except the gay part. Although my childhood friends seemed to vocally disagree on that detail — dickheads. I was like, “Can you please stop calling me gay long enough for me to catch a glimpse of the substitute teacher’s camel toe? Shut the fuck up, Eric.”

That’s not confusion. That’s male puberty on Hard Mode.

And then... once in a while... the gods smiled.

---

⚡ THE LEGENDARY TECH MALFUNCTION

Sometimes — just sometimes — the heavens aligned. The encryption hiccupped. The planets rotated just right.

And for two minutes?

✨ The screen cleared. 🎥 Her body came into focus. 🕯️ Time stopped.

That wasn’t TV. That was a religious experience delivered through coaxial cable. And no one can take that away from me.

I don’t remember my first kiss. But I remember the first unscrambled nipple that held eye contact with me and whispered,

“Welcome, soldier. You’ve passed the trial.”

🧼 MODERN KIDS HAVE NO IDEA

You get high-def hentai in 0.3 seconds. We got trauma. We got Morse code orgasms and pixelated pelvises. We became men via cryptic tit detection and accidentally discovered we were also screen-based codebreakers with PTSD.

So yeah — I nearly became a literal TV scrambler.

I was born in flesh, but I was forged in static.

And if the cable companies ever come for my memories?

I will die protecting the transmission.

---

💣 CALL TO ACTION

🔁 Reblog if you remember the flicker. 🧠 Save this post if you ever decoded a breast through divine interruption. 🔥 Send it to your boy who grew up in the era of ghost porn and courage. 💌 Bookmark it for every night you wanted clarity… and got character development instead.

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⚖️ ORGASM-TRIGGERING DISCLAIMER

This post is satire, psychosexual archaeology, and analog coming-of-age theology. It is protected by cultural commentary clauses, comedic trauma statutes, and Blacksite Nostalgia Doctrine 37-B.

If you're offended:

Your first orgasm was probably in HD. Mine was a miracle summoned through chaos and prayer. So maybe… sit this one out, champion.

🔁Reblog to keep my signal to mankind going strong.

[byo-fic]

Fanfic | Into You

— Lee Soohyuk x you (FemReader)

syn: A cafe owner secretly in love with his part time staff.

(vii)

Soohyuk invited you over for dinner at his place tonight.

And honestly? You were nervous. It was your first time stepping into his world outside of coffee orders and casual customer chatter. His space. His home.

Dinner was easy—good food, even better conversation. You laughed way too hard at his stories about weird customers, and he looked entirely too pleased every time he got you to snort.

After the meal, your instincts kicked in, and you started gathering the plates.

"You don’t have to," Soohyuk said, reaching to take them from you. "Go sit, watch some TV or something."

"But I want to," you shot back, expertly balancing the dishes. "See? My hand is fine now." You wiggled your fingers dramatically, showing off your previously injured hand before nudging him aside with your hip.

Soohyuk sighed, leaning against the counter with a fond smile. "You’re impossible."

"I’m efficient," you corrected, rolling up your sleeves.

He chuckled but didn’t argue. Instead, he started clearing the table while you got to work at the sink.

You were halfway through washing when—warmth.

Close.

Too close.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against a firm chest. A deep inhale, and you caught the familiar scent of his cologne—something warm, musky, and dangerously intoxicating.

You froze. Brain? Offline. Thoughts? Nonexistent.

"S-Soohyuk…?" Your voice barely made it past your lips.

He chuckled against your shoulder, completely unfazed by your sudden rigidity. "You’re so tense," he mused, his voice low, teasing. His arms squeezed slightly. "You should get used to this."

Used to this?! As if functioning was even an option right now?!

"Y-you’re too close," you stammered, your hands still submerged in soapy water like an idiot.

"That’s kind of the point," he murmured, resting his chin on your shoulder like he belonged there.

You let out a tiny, embarrassed whimper, squeezing your eyes shut. This man was going to be the death of you.

After a moment, though, you slowly—very slowly—relaxed in his hold. Your heart still pounded embarrassingly fast, but at least you weren’t malfunctioning too hard.

Soohyuk swayed you gently, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. And somehow, you managed to finish washing the last plate.

But neither of you moved.

Then, just as your brain started rebooting, Soohyuk turned you in his arms, his dark eyes searching yours. The soft kitchen light made his gaze look warmer than usual, softer.

You barely had time to blink before he leaned in, his lips grazing yours—just barely, a whisper of contact, before pulling back slightly, looking at your eyes. But as soon as your fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him just a little closer, his mouth claimed yours fully this time, deep and unhurried.

His arms tightened around you, pressing your body against his, warmth seeping into every inch of you.

A soft sigh escaped your lips, and he took it as an invitation, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, his hand sliding to the back of your neck, fingers tangling into your hair.

God, he kissed like he meant it—like he’d been waiting, like he was savoring every second.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breathing slightly uneven.

A slow, knowing smirk curved his lips. "Well… that was long overdue."

You, still dizzy from the way his mouth felt, could only blink up at him, dazed.

After a beat, you swallowed hard, managing a breathless, “You sure know how to make dishwashing exciting.”

Soohyuk chuckled, thumb grazing your lower lip, his gaze dark with amusement. “Stick around. I’ve got a lifetime of dirty dishes.”

You smacked his arm, face burning.

[miimo96]

Thoughts on My Adventures with Superman S2 episode 8

This is Looking to be a Scary one folks, Idk about you but I'm kinda afraid of what's going to happen because judging from the title "The Death of Clark kent" it looks like we're going to be Definitely seeing either an Evil Superman or Clark losing what makes him who he is, His humanity

Ok So from this line "Your death, will be the rebirth of krypton" It looks like we're definitely going to be seeing the death of what makes him Clark Kent, his humanity, yeah Definitely an Evil Superman is happening; Also can we Not talk about this line "Now Let's find your weaknesses, So I can kill you" Yeah this Show is officially awesome, that fact that they literally had the guts to put that line in a quote unquote "Kids show" is completely mind blowing, Kinda reminds me of how when we used to have TV shows like that back in day, back of when they weren't afraid to show or Say stuff like that because they Knew we could handle it, gives me hope that we maybe could see more stuff like that in the Future

Omg they're so Cute together UwU!! I love how Mallah and Brain Give Jimmy the room and then we just have lois being Salty as she literally Ruins the moment with her Angry ass, like read the room Lois Now's not the time; Also can we talk about how cute the relationship is between Kara and Jimmy, the fact that Jimmy seriously claimed to be the 1 to steal the ship just to See Kara is so sweet and I love he always excuses her for her actions, like despite everything that happened on Earth between her Attacking and kidnapping Superman, he still chooses to defend her and gives her the benefit of the doubt, like it shows how much he seriously whole heartily belives in her, and Still has hope for her, Seeing her not as an invader but Rather the girl he Spent the day and had Ice cream with, it just shows how much he loves her and only really wanted to see her again, like the mission IS about Saving Clark, but it's also about Seeing Kara again; Also the fact that Kara Still refuses to Still see the truth about how Evil Brainiac is and tries to defend it as he's"Malfunctioning" just shows how naive she really is, and doesn't want to accept the fact that Brainiac is even capable of this, it really shows much he has really manipulated her, I feel so bad 🥺

I'm Loving the callbacks to last season with him reliving his memories and seeing all the battles he's fought, Showing us how much he's went through from last season, Also I love how how his "last minute strength" comes from him protecting his loves one's AKA lois and Jimmy because he doesn't want anything to happen to them, also the fact that we're literally getting an episode like this kinda reminds of that 1 spectacular spider man episode where peter was trying to fight the symbiote while being shown his memories, did anyone else get that feeling? No? Just me

Aaaaahhh!! My heart I can't take it Anymore, Please Just kiss each other you 2 already, Omg Please let them be together by the end of this season PLEASE!! 😖😖😫 (also it must be so handy to have super speed, especially when you Need to run away in embarrassment ^^)

Wow this is Sad, the fact that she's literally had this conversation before and doesn't even remember show's how much Brainiac has wiped her memory, like this isn't even maybe the 1st time she's rebelled against him, Showing that she was never even like this to begin with, and that she never even agreed with what he was doing, it's an amazing way to show how Evil Brainiac is, and that he never really cared about Kara in the 1st place but just saw her as a weapon he can use in the end , Gotta say I Really HATE this guy, Definitely not dad of the year material if I say so myself

Awwaaaah!! >_< I LOVE THIS SHOW SO MUCH, This shows that No matter what Universe or iteration they're in, lois and clark will always be together and will forever be 1 of the best iconic couples in comic book history, Also yeah! Eff you Brainiac for trying to manipulate our boys memories

Damn this man really knows how to manipulate someone the fact that he really knows what will make Clark Break, while also manipulating his memories shows how good of a villian he is and I really love how he just lurks over his shoulder as he's doing this, the dude is a Master manipulator

Nah did they seriously just hit us the Uno reverse card, making us think that he actually broke free and made it back to earth, like I Knew something was up the minute he defeated him too easily and made it back that fast, with No kara in sight mind you, like they really thought they had us for a second ^^; Also is it me or is this really unsettling for some reason, like Idk what it is but something about this scene just really feels creepy, like I feel like in the Next episode they're going to be talking and acting "robotic" if ya know what I mean, part of this episode is also giving a familiar vibe I had when watching an episode of Justice league where Superman was trapped in his own mind as well by a mysterious Squid like Creature that would just show him a false reality where he would have a life a krypton if it didn't blow up, wait a minute, that episode had Something called the Black Mercy too....OMG THEY'RE LITERALLY DOING THAT

Well looks like I was right about the Evil Superman sadly, it's a good thing we still got that Kryptonite right 😥😥

Alright 2 things, Nah he's disrespectful for hitting moves like that, Effing parying and weaving like if this is Child's play is Crazy, Also did I just see YELLOW lightning come from Kara's body 👀, that's so cool, so While Clark has Blue lighting she has Yellow lightning Omg that's such an awesome detail to include, can't wait to see how it looks with her Supergirl suit

Dude Brainiac is such a Gaslighter, like I don't believe a Damn he says, that shit about him hesitating and how he "loves" kara is a damn lie, like you literally brainwashed her countless times, made her do things She never wanted to do, and treated her like a weapon, You don't get to call her your daughter after what you did, you're a monster and you always will be; Like this legit textbook gaslighting 101, Step 1: Make you look like the Bad guy; Also there's This: " I love you my daughter" *proceeds to Slam her head in the pavement* 🤣🤣🤣

Wait you mean to tell me that the Kryptonite doesn't work on him!? That Because he's a machine he can just transfer his consciousness into Someone or something else!? BRUH THAT'S CHEEATING!! Also the fact that Jimmy was ready to slide for his girl with Him being the 1 to pull out the Kryptonite is insane, considering he was the 1 against that shit, anyone who says Jimmy Olsen is annoying or the worst character is Effing stupid because WHAAAAT! you better stop playing with my Boy

No modifications she says, We don't need them She says, bruh Lois must be Eating her words right now, without Those modifications her and Jimmy would be dead, if I were mallah and brain I'd ask for an effing apology, also where did Brainiac go, like part of me wants to believe Earth, judging from how he originally wanted to go with Kara and how he literally said last episode of how he wanted to use kal el to help him conquer earth and other planets for the empire, but part of me actually seems suggest that he maybe went somewhere else, considering last season we ended with a failed invasion attempt on Earth, so it would be kinda repetitive if we did the same thing again

Looks like we're going to be seeing another memory episode Next week, and judging from how this episode ended it looks Lois is going to be 1 to bring our boy back, reminding him of who he is and probably bringing back his humanity, considering we saw him as kal at the end rather than Clark, also omg but the imagery for this show is so Creepy, like they don't hold back with these designs at all, like between the Kryptonite and now this, this is starting to become more and more graphic and Dark, and I'm all here for it ^^

Tbh, Not a fan of this design at all, like I Adore the color scheme but as far as everything else, it just looks bad, like why does he have to have his chest and Toes out like only a Psychopath would wear their shit like that, and don't even get me started on that haircut, like this is a super computer and the best you could come up with, WAS THIS!? you're really telling me you thought having your toes out, chest showing, and haircut like that was IN, No Buddy I'm sorry Try again, also WHY ARE YOUR TOES OUT IN THE 1ST PLACE!? 1st mark grayson now this, like is having your toes out the new way of showing how Evil you are? Anyway can't wait for the next episode, hopefully we can get our boy back and Kara and Jimmy can end up together. hopefully (plz god don't let anything bad happen to them Pleeease!!)

[bekolxeram]

I always roll my eyes when I see people be like "well tommy HAD to have been flying the plane" cause like. all you were doing is talking about reality vs the show like why r people so pressed about that. like I'm an emt and I do that all the time cause I think it's fun to talk about the realities of ems care vs tvs depiction of it. I'm not saying the show is bad or whatever i just like talking about emergency medicine and how tv gets it wrong alot. anyways I appreciate u talking all about aviation its really interesting and I hope ur not too disheartened by people being weird cause I love reading ur posts about it <3

Hypothetically, the show decides to film an emergency where a huge chunk of an airliner's roof tears off. The whole plane is basically hanging by a thread, one engine fails and the landing gears are not secure, but somehow the pilots manage to make a successful landing. What is it? An open top plane instead of a bus? The writers are running out of ideas.

Or what if it's an Airbus with a faulty auto-throttle that needs constant monitoring by the flight crew. When the captain is holding onto the throttle, he just happens to have a heart attack and lets go, now the plane is banking to one side because the malfunctioning auto-throttle has rolled back one of the engine. Oh wait, the first officer is more used to flying Soviet planes and their altitude indicator has a completely opposite mechanism comparing to the western one. (Western ADI shows you the horizon, Soviet ADI turns with the plane) So the first officer turns the wrong way and crashes the plane. Wow, really? A Final Destination parody?

Or maybe a FedEx employee tries to commit insurance fraud by hijacking a cargo plane, killing the pilots with a hammer and a spear gun then crashing it to hide the evidence. The first officer, suffering from brain injury due to the attack, decides to fly the DC-10 like a fighter jet to help his equally injured colleagues subdue the hijacker. He first makes a sudden steep climb, then a sharp roll to the left until the plane is flying upside down, and finally dives so quickly it's approaching the speed of sound. Somehow they manages to land safely and the attacker is arrested. Did the writers get the wrong memo and wrote an action movie instead of a plane emergency?

Except I didn't write all these to mock the show, these are actually Aloha Airlines Flight 243, TAROM Flight 371 and FedEx Flight 705. (The FedEx DC-10 was later repaired and it flew until December 31, 2022. Amazing.) Sometimes real life is stranger than fiction, and it is fun to talk about, I think you understand exactly what I mean. We all get to learn what works, what doesn't, and what is surprisingly realer than we thought.

Even the shark on freeway call people keep bringing up to prove how crazy, how unrealistic the show is, well, there is a place called Florida, and everything that can happen has happened there.

This shark didn't bite anyone though, it didn't survive the crash. :/

I actually started writing about real life pilot training and how hard it is to fly a helicopter because of the discourse going around back then claiming Tommy didn't deserve a medal because he did nothing. "It's not real, it's a TV show where anyone can do anything, anyone can drive that helicopter lol." I wrote about the difference between helicopter pilots and fixed wing pilots because I found the contrast between them interesting, and Tommy's characterization is aptly appropriate for someone who flies helicopters professionally. I even worked that into a little headcanon of my own, about Tommy dating an airplane pilot in the past and the difference in lifestyle and attitude that broke them up. I've never forced anyone to accept my explanation as absolute fact, it's always about my interpretation of Tommy's character. People can ignore top/bottom debates, D/s discourse, KINKTOMATO, right? Yet I say Tommy doesn't fly a 4 engine air tanker (but he's still super badass as a helicopter pilot, I wrote a 3 part series just about how dangerous and difficult the cruise ship rescue mission in 7x03 is), people just feel the need to tell me I'm wrong, to express their displease of me obsessing over tiny details, or simply "shut the hell up". Adding a disclaimer and creating a whole tag for people to block wasn't even enough. It's just... discouraging.

I don't know, I just hope the show never goes full Fire Country (2022-). It misrepresents real life firefighting so bad that CAL FIRE chief publicly condemned the show. The president of CAL FIRE's union even made an unsuccessful attempt to sue the show and later released a statement basically saying "we can't force them to do anything, but know that we have nothing to do with the show." I just think real firefighters spending the whole afternoon talking to the news about how dangerous and impractical it is to dump bunch of water over a crowded urban area, then immediately after that 911!LAFD, a fire department for the city not the surrounding woodland, showed up with the exact air tanker Trump suggested, that would be kinda... goofy. I've seen a retired firefighter praising the later seasons of 9-1-1 for striking a good balance between dramatization and authenticity. I hope they keep it that way.