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sourwolphs · 3 years

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Like an Animal - Bucky x Reader (3/8)

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Summary: Reader is an enhanced Omega kidnapped by Hydra and trapped in a cell with Alpha Bucky Barnes. Tags: A/B/O, Protective Bucky Barnes, Protective Steve Rogers, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending Warnings: Rated M, Kidnapping, Mentions of non-con (nothing actually happens), self-hatred A/N: The rest of the team makes an appearance! Whoo!

Steve burst through the door first, using the force of his shield to break through the external locks Bucky had been unable to reach. As soon as the scent of their combined heat and rut hit him, Steve threw his best friend a wide-eyed look. From where he knelt on the floor next to the Omega, Bucky shook his head, feeling a fresh wave of shame wash over him. His release minutes ago had taken the edge off of his rut enough that he was thinking semi-clearly again, realizing what he had done.

He had violated her. He didn’t stop. He was the most worthless kind of Alpha— not a protecter, like Steve, but a taker, like Hydra had trained him to be.

“Who is she?” Steve asked, taking slow, careful steps towards them. Bucky had to grip hard into his thigh with his metal hand to stop himself from grabbing her protectively, shielding her from the nonexistent threat of the other Alpha, the way his instincts were screaming at him to.

Y/N was still shaking and crying, curled up on top of his clothes and holding her legs tightly to her chest to protect herself.

“Dunno. She’s enhanced. Sympathy heat. Get her to safety. Please,” he said lowly. Steve nodded, giving Bucky another searching look. “They gave me something. Rut. I— I don’t know. I’ll be fine.” He shook his head as he stood up, trying to clear it again of the rising fog of arousal.

“Are we fighting our way out?” At least that way, he’d be an asset. Even a normal Alpha in rut possessed enhanced strength and endurance, not to mention a super-soldier.

Steve shook his head. “Tony and Nat practically cleared this place out already. You know we’re in Paraguay, right?”

Bucky shook his head in disbelief.

“I know. Took us way too long to find you. Scared everyone,” Steve said. “Once we touched down, a few Hydra squads fled the base right away. Probably whoever was in charge of…” —he motioned at Bucky’s body to indicate his artificial rut— “….this. Sam’s tailing them now.”

Bucky watched as Steve gently kneeled down next to Y/N. Her eyes were glassy and out of focus. She strained her neck to bare her throat submissively to the new Alpha looming over her, turning her face into Bucky’s ruined clothes. He swallowed hard, feeling sick to his stomach at her display of fearful vulnerability.

The reminder of the spend he’d eked out against her will was still wet against his body. He was a fucking monster.

Steve gently scooped Y/N up into his arms. She protested weakly, still crying as she pushed on his arms with her bound wrists, murmuring unintelligibly and whimpering in either fear or pain. Bucky grimaced as Steve tucked her face into his neck, offering his scent gland to comfort her in the intimate way Bucky had just a few hours ago. He watched as she snuffled into his neck and the rigid lines of her body began to relax minutely. “Alpha,” she whined. He had to stop himself from tearing her from Steve’s arms— though he knew if anyone deserved the trust of a defenseless Omega, it was his best friend. Bucky had proven himself unworthy ten times over here in this cell. His self-hatred rose like bile in his throat, competing with the heat of rut still burning through his veins.

“Bucky okay in here?” Nat slipped soundlessly through the cell door, brushing her hair out of her dirt-smudged face. She was a little breathless, but looked otherwise unharmed. “Upstairs is clear, but we need to get moving before—“ She cut off when she saw Y/N curled in Steve’s arms. “Holy shit,” she breathed.

Steve had already started moving out of the cell, stopping when he realized that Nat recognized Hydra’s other prisoner. “So she’s not a Jane Doe?”

“Her name is Y/N,” Bucky interjected. My Omega.

“Not a Jane Doe,” Nat said. “I’ll explain on the quinjet.”

Nat navigated them quickly and expertly through the evacuated base. There were some limp bodies strewn around as they made their way up nearly a dozen flights of stairs, Nat’s swift and nearly bloodless execution style apparent in the pattern of dead. The closer they got to the exit, the antsier Bucky felt, his skin starting to crawl again with rut. He knew he was moments away from dipping back into mindless lust— especially without his, no, the Omega in his arms— but he couldn’t speed up ahead for risk of leaving her behind. The urge to stay protectively by her side was too strong, though he knew she was more than safe in Steve’s arms. She had quietly dozed off in Steve’s arms.

“Almost there,” Nat murmured, nodding her head at a set of busted steel doors at the end of a long hallway. Bucky knew she could smell his desperation, clamping a hand down on his flesh arm to ground him. “I have emergency suppressants,” she told him reassuringly.

As they burst through the doors and out into the humid air, Bucky let out a sigh of relief he didn’t realize he’d been holding. Sam was standing, wings folded, on the quinjet’s loading hatch as they approached at a quick jog. “Couldn’t stay on their tail,” he updated Steve, who shook his head. “Glad you didn’t die,” Sam said teasingly to Bucky, but Bucky didn’t have the stomach for their usual banter. He gave a grim nod, to which the Beta male raised his eyebrows.

Once they were all on board, Tony raised the loading hatch and lifted the quinjet off the ground with a lurch, activating the cloaking panels so their jet disappeared into the sky. Bucky slipped into a gear room in the back to quickly shuck out of his ruined clothes, forcing himself to toss them in the incinerator even though he ached to press his face into his shirt and breathe in Y/N’s lingering scent. She hadn’t consented. She couldn’t have. He slammed his right fist into the wall, forcing himself to feel the pain in his knuckles.

Nat knocked on the door before opening it a crack, offering four white tablets in her palm.

“Thanks,” Bucky murmured, swallowing the emergency blockers dry.

“Give yourself ten minutes for them to kick in, then we should debrief,” she murmured. Bucky nodded. Once he was dosed up with blockers and finished the debrief, he could lock himself back in here, as far away from Y/N as possible— even though his Alpha was screaming at him to break down the door and pull her back into his arms. The last thing she needed was to see his face if she woke up mid-flight. The sound of her terrified sobs still rang in his ears.

It took more than ten minutes for the blockers to work and for Bucky to start feeling normal again. His temperature had gone down, but he kept his outer layers off, quietly emerging from the gear room in a short sleeve shirt. Tony was manning the controls with bags under his eyes. Nat was sitting with her legs thrown over Sam’s lap, the both of them peering intently at her tablet as she scrolled through files. Steve had buckled himself into one of the co-pilot seats with Y/N on his lap, his hand cupping the back of her neck to keep her face pressed near his neck. She still looked feverish and weak, sweat forming a sheen across her exposed skin, but she was out cold. Bucky’s eyes traced the curves of her face, drinking in the sight of her and her sweet, minty scent.

Steve’s earnest blue eyes connected with Bucky’s as soon as he registered his best friend entering the main room. He must have caught the scent of Bucky’s dueling protective and guilty emotions because Steve gave him a reassuring nod. “She’s doing fine, Buck. Hasn’t made a peep. But she’s… cold,” he said.

“She has some kind of ability. Said she could freeze things,” Bucky explained.

“What the hell happened back there?” Sam interrupted. “No offense, Buck, but you still reek— even more than usual.”

“They dosed me with something,” he growled. “I didn’t even realize until they brought her in. I—“ he cut himself off. He wasn’t going to tell the whole team how he’d forced himself on her. They’d probably throw him off the quinjet, like he wanted to do to himself. He was just grateful Steve had arrived when he did, or there’s no telling what he could have been capable of. And to think she had trusted him enough to offer him her gland to scent….

Bucky squeezed his eyes shut, fighting back the voice in his head reminding him of all the reasons he didn’t deserve that trust. “I think they wanted us— me— to…” he trailed off. Tony turned around to face the group with a grim expression, and Sam’s eyes widened as he realized Bucky’s meaning.

“Wait,” Steve interjected. “Nat— you recognized her.”

“I know her, yes,” Nat sighed, pursing her lips, before setting her tablet down in Sam’s lap and swinging her legs over the edge of the seat to face the group. “A year or so ago— after the Blip— Wanda, Fury and I started looking for more… enhanced individuals. The last thing we need are more people out there like Pietro and Wanda being… experimented on, when we could so easily bring them to safety and a… purpose.”

“Well, who is she?” Sam pressed. Bucky could tell Sam had been fighting his overprotective Beta instincts back ever since Steve had carried her on board. His normally neutral scent— like citrus and saltwater— had flared up in his agitation.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” Nat answered. “Fury discovered her after we found a whole gang of street criminals frozen solid in Brooklyn. Her parents were scientists working for S.H.I.E.L.D., pre-Hydra. She likely got her abilities when she was a teenager when one of their lab experiments went wrong. Both her and her parents were assumed D.O.A., but she was actually underground for the past 10 years. I found her not too long ago and warned her of the risks, told her we could protect her. She seemed very… disillusioned by the Avengers. Gave me the slip, too— Not many people can do that. I haven’t seen her since.”

“Sounds like she’s been through a lot,” Steve said softly. Y/N snuffled softly in her sleep, and Steve rubbed her back soothingly. Bucky clenched his jaw so hard it felt like his teeth were going to crack. “Probably figured if S.H.I.E.L.D. couldn’t protect her and her parents, how could we? Tony, any idea how to get these restraints off her?”

“Looks like some kind of Terrigen Crystal manipulator, common scrambling device for enhanced individuals,” Tony replied. “We can deactivate them back home, but I’d keep them on until she wakes up. We don’t know how powerful she is.”

Rage rose hot and sharp in Bucky’s chest, surprising him. “She’s not dangerous,” he growled. “She’s just—“

Tony cleared his throat. “Just an Omega?” he scoffed. “Yeah. So is Wanda. And Banner.”

“I was going to say she’s just been kidnapped,” Bucky growled, hackles raised. “If I woke up surrounded by a strange pack, I’d use my strengths too.” Steve and Tony both quirked an eyebrow, their Alpha instincts completely under control. Bucky knew he was acting like a deranged knothead, but he couldn’t help it. Never in his life had he felt a pull to an Omega this strongly. All he wanted was to curl her into his arms, where she belonged, return his face to the scent gland on her neck and use his heat to warm her cool skin. But he wouldn’t. And he shouldn’t. He didn’t deserve it. He spun on his heel, returning to the gear room, which he bolted shut behind him, sliding down with his back to the floor to ride out the rest of the journey home— as far away from her scent as he could get.

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The first thing I felt when I woke up this time wasn’t the pain in my wrists— though that was still there, burning hot and freezing cold at the same time. No, the first thing I felt was a comfortable bed beneath my back, and the scratchy soft material of a hospital gown across my chest.

My fractured memories came back in a rush. Heat, burning heat. My Alpha’s soothing cedar scent above me, his gentle kisses against my gland, the mind-numbing euphoria of his purrs filling my chest. The scent of his spend driving me wild with need. The ache in my core, growing unbearable as he inexplicably drew away from me. The desperation racking my body with sobs, my scent sharp with the anxiety of heat abandonment. The sound of steel shattering, the smell of another Alpha warm, strong and safe like sunshine and old books. The comfort of being held against a broad chest warring with the fear and wrongness of my Alpha getting left behind. Fighting against the mindless Omega space that threatened to pull me under. Leaving the cell, my body jostling as I was carried up stairs, the humid outdoor air hitting my flushed skin. The sound of jet turbines, the leather edge of a seat buckle. Beta scents: Citrus and saltwater; Roses and rainwater. A bonded Alpha— Motor oil and whiskey. Fear for my Alpha. Where was my Alpha? A soothing hand dragging up and down my back. Darkness.

I jolted back to the present all at once, opening my eyes to take in the plain white hospital room and hear the sound of the heart monitor next to me pick up as I began to panic again. Who had brought me here? Where was Bucky? Was he alive? Were we safe? I couldn’t scent anything over the powerful antiseptic smell of the hospital, sending my thoughts spiraling further.

Who had changed my clothes? The dirt underneath my fingernails had been scrubbed clean. The symptoms of my sympathy heat were gone, though the heat itself had jumbled my memories. Someone had plaited my hair in a french braid behind my head.

I sat up, groaning as the familiar post-heat aches and pains protested throughout my muscles. Before I could swing my legs over the side of the bed, the handle to the only door out of the room turned and a red-haired woman stepped in. She had large, soulful eyes and beautiful features, and as her cinnamon-sweet bonded Omega scent drifted towards me, I immediately felt myself relax. “Y/N?” the woman said gently. Her voice carried an Eastern European lilt to it. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t quite place where I knew her.

“Where am I?” My voice was surprisingly raspy, and I coughed to clear my throat. How long had I been out? I swung my legs over the side of the bed, hissing as my feet hit the cold tile floor. Wanda joined me on the edge of the bed, putting a few feet of distance between us.

“You’re in a safe place— the Avengers compound in New York. My name is Wanda,” she said soothingly, leaning into her dulcet Omega voice. Holy shit, the Scarlet Witch.

“I know you,” I gasped. Her lips quirked up on the sides in an amused smirk. “I mean— From TV,” I corrected, shaking my head. “Where’s Bucky?”

She looked surprised I asked, quirking her head to the side. “Nowhere near us. You’re safe here,” she answered slowly.

What a weird response. Why wouldn’t I be safe?

“I mean, I figured it was safe… I’m in one of the most heavily fortified buildings in the world. But can I… see him?” I felt shy, suddenly, for asking. I barely knew him. But we’d made it through something terrible together, and I felt… connected to him. Maybe he didn’t want to see me at all. Maybe he has another Omega.

“Maybe… later,” she said, then reached out to place a hand on the wrist restraints. “Sorry to leave these on you. I know the pain they cause. We didn’t know how you’d react when you woke up in a strange place, especially post-heat. Do you feel comfortable having an Alpha come in here to remove them? I will stay here with you. And he’s bonded.”

I nodded mutely. She was treating me like I was a delicate flower, like any minute I would wilt and snap. It’s not like I hadn’t been alone in a room with an Alpha before. But then again, the last time I had been, we’d almost bonded in a frenzied, drug-induced haze. Alpha, my Omega sighed, suddenly reminded of the heat, the arousal, his scent, what we’d almost done. Find Alpha.

I’d never felt a pull to an Alpha like this before. Ever. Usually, they smelled too strong, filled up too much space, made me feel small and weak despite my inner certainty that I was anything but. Away from him, now, I felt… adrift.

Wanda crossed the room to rummage through a clinical looking chest of drawers, pulling out a sweatshirt and soft pants. “Once Tony gets you out of these restraints, you can have a shower and get into something cozy,” she offered.

“Stark?” I choked. They were really gearing up to introduce me to all of the freaking Avengers.

“That would be me, Y/N,” said the Alpha, easing the door to the room open with a quick rap of his knuckles on the frame. It was jarring to see Iron Man clad in jeans and a baseball tee. I’d only ever seen him buttoned up in a suit and tie on TV press conferences, or hidden behind black shades in tabloid images. His scent was strangely familiar, too— harsh and spicy, like motor oil, mixed with what I could only assume was his Omega’s gentle strawberry smell. “But you can call me Tony.”

“Tony,” I said, starstruck. My father, and by extension— me— had idolized him growing up. Now, he was carrying a sleek black and gold device that he waved in front of me.

“We’re using a little handheld vita ray action here to deactivate your restraints,” Tony explained. “Just hold tight for a second.”

I held out my wrists to him, away from my lap, and he activated the vita rays, sending what looked like a blue laser beam to cut straight through the middle of the metal. The restraints creaked and groaned as they released, cracking in half. Before they could hit the floor, a swirling orb of red energy appeared beneath them, lifting them gently into the air to rest on the bed next to me. I looked up to see Wanda’s eyes and hands glowing softly in the same color. Sick.

“Thanks,” I breathed, rubbing my wrists, the relief imminent. The pain no longer seared through my forearms, and I could feel the familiar burst of energy from my chest down to the tips of my fingers. Just to test, I held my hand out in front of me, seeking out a few molecules of water in the dry, filtered hospital air and freezing them instantaneously, falling like bits of hail into my palm.

“That’s a cool party trick,” Tony said. I closed my palm, feeling the ice melt against my skin. How embarrassing. “We’ve always needed someone to help make sure our groceries stay at the right temperature.”

I scoffed. Knothead. “I was just kidnapped by Hydra, endured a sympathy heat unprepared and had my abilities stunted by a magical pair of handcuffs. You can scrutinize me again after I get nine hours and a decent cup of coffee.”

Tony barked out a surprised laugh, turning around to leave the room. “I like this one,” he said to Wanda, before disappearing out the door, what remained of my restraints clutched in his hand.

Wanda rolled her eyes at his back, then turned to face me with her hands on her hips. “Well Y/N, if you’re up for it— let me show you to your room.”

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siriuscatbennett · 3 years

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The First Avenger info dump because I can

Enlistment/Dog Tags/Awards:

It is canon that Bucky Barnes enlisted on his own right after Pearl Harbor (and Steve tried). This would make his dog tags a type two. His service number would start with a 1 (enlisted army soldier) and a 2 (from New York). This site can be used to generate dog tag numbers (I haven’t tried all the functions, but be aware the O for officers is a 0 starting in 1942).

During WW2 (amongst other times), there was the Regular Army and the Army of the United States (which no longer exists). Voluntary enlisted men were in the Regular, with draftees in the other (officers were often part of both and had two separate ranks). If you choose to divert from canon and make Bucky a draftee (I personally have always liked this fanon because I’m evil), his service number would start with 32 (drafted, New York). This would also better explain why Bucky rises to the rank of Sergeant so quickly as promotions happened constantly in the AUS ( Dwight D. Eisenhower rose from a colonel to five-star general in three years).

Steve would have a different type of dog tags than Bucky (including a different chain). He would have a type three (as would anyone between July 20, 1943 and March 31, 1944). I will illustrate the differences below with the custom tags I made for Steve's sister and Bucky in my fanfic (feel free to use the info from them). The N and 7 in her tag are for nurse.

The T42 you’ll see below is the year tetanus shots were recieved. I’ve seen some with two years and some with one. The B is blood type and the P is religion.

Steve received an award for rescuing the POWs. Seeing as this wasn’t presented by the president, I’ve decided it was the Distinguished Service Cross. This award comes with a $2 pay raise; as a Captain, Steve previously made $200 a month, paid monthly (post-serum). Bucky made $78 as a Sergeant, with a $3.90 pay raise after 3 years of service (December 1944). Steve also obtained SSR pins after joining them (and I believe the Howling Commandos should have as well). (Even though nurses had the rank of an officer, they didn’t get equal pay until after WW2. They earned $70 a month for the first 3 years.)

Many soldiers put their second dog tag in their boot, usually slipped on the shoe laces in between the tongue and top of the shoe.

Not a fact, but I will add a link here to a website where you can either buy Bucky/Steve’s dogtags or make custom ones for $10 (personally, I would advocate for the custom as Bucky’s say he’s not from NY and show he is a draftee. Also, he has type B blood, not O. And Steve is Protestant, not Catholic. The site also states officer’s service numbers didn’t start with 9, but those with special duties did. His service number would most like be between 800000 and 999999, starting with a 0- to show he’s an officer).

Sister: Margaret E Rogers N-724669 T42 B P

Bucky: James B Barnes 12831412 T42 B Margaret Rogers (next of kin) 1404 Alameda Ave (next of kin address) Brooklyn NY P (address, religion)

Italian Front:

Seeing as the 107th were venturing to England in June 1943, they most likely headed straight to Sicily from there (or diverged if they had fuel) to aid in the invasion, continuing into the invasion of the mainland before pushing troops back toward Austria. Italy surrendered at the very beginning of the invasion of the mainland, so the Allies only fought Nazis and Italian soldiers loyal to Mussolini (National Republican Army), who was arrested during the invasion of Sicily and broken out during the mainland invasion. Seeing as Chester Phillips and Peggy were with Steve, they must have joined the 107th later. In my canon, they (and Howard) join at the beginning of the mainland invasion.

AM-lira (Allied-Military Currency), 100 "am-lire" for a U.S. dollar, was the currency specifically put into circulation for Allied Military after the landing in Sicily. It was used interchangeably with their normal currency. Once the Howling Commandoes join the SSR, they use British currency.

The 107th’s camp pre-Battle of Azzano was most likely behind the Volturno Line. Azzano is part of Umbria, which was about 170 miles into enemy territory.

Post-Azzano, the camp was most likely behind the Barbara Line. Walking approx 533 miles from Kreuzberg, Austria, with troops alternating resting periods in the trucks, walking approximately 42 miles for 12 hours a day, they would reach camp in thirteen days.

Random:

Steve’s canon address according to Avengers is 1404 Alameda Ave. Brooklyn, NY 11362. This is a Queens zip code. I changed it to 11237.

As a Sergeant, Bucky would command a squad of 12 soldiers (privates), split into 3 fireteams. He was also assigned a PFC (one of the scout riflemen) as an assistant; this soldier could serve as either the squad leader's messenger to the platoon commander or could be used to relay orders to other squad teams, as needed. Sergeants are responsible for the individual training, personal appearance and cleanliness of their soldiers, and are expected to set a standard for lower-ranked soldiers to live up to.

Women did have their own army sect for part of the war (Women’s Army Corps) but they didn’t go overseas as they didn’t legally get benefits overseas {I didn’t read a lot on this, take this with a grain of salt}. They did all the non-fighting jobs like listening to radio transmissions and fixing weapons.

On the ship, there were three-tier bunks. Enlisted men got footlockers under their beds (you could lift up the base), while officers got standing lockers. I would assume water on ships was cold, filtered from the ocean, and they had showers.

Showers were available but not popular at this time, just like hot water heaters. Many people still boiled water to take baths. People also didn’t bathe as often and there was only one kind of shampoo and no conditioner. Women made their own concoctions, used soap, or straight up would do egg masks. Hair was kept clean by doing the “100 strokes” with a hairbrush that was cleaned after every use. Indoor heating also wasn’t used everywhere, leaving many places still using things like fireplaces and wood stoves.

Soldiers used latrines in WW2. They also used a bucket of water and a bar of soap to wash. When water was unavailable and snow was, it was melted and used. They could also simply use things like rivers and lakes if available but if unnecessary, weren't used as lice was prevalent along with disease. Clothes weren't washed often (depending on the situation, some men went weeks without washing their uniform, only changing into dry socks when necessary) but when they were, they were boiled in big pots of water in mass and hung on a line to dry (there were also other ways, but I preferred this one). They carried an extra shirt, socks and laces, water canteen, ammunition, a spade, grenades, a gas mask, food rations, a cup, a wash kit (toothpaste, razor, comb, etc), first aid pouch, and a helmet (usually on their head) in their haversack's/on their belt (and rations, of couse). There was also a tent pack, but most soldiers would simply carry a raincoat. Lots of candles and oil lanterns to light the night. Canvas water bags – also known as Lister bags – were hung around camps and used for dispensing drinking water in which a dose of chlorine was added for purification.

Medical:

Morbidity from such diseases as tuberculosis (anti-tuberculosis agents didn’t begin to appear until 1949), rheumatic fever, typhus, dysentery, and malaria were high. There were tuberculosis quarantine wards separate from the other patients and were eventually evacuated. Frostbite was also common during the cold. Hepatitis A and B were also prevalent. Trench foot was also common, sometimes leading to jungle rot (often referred to as 'the creeping cruds'). PTSD was known then as 'battle fatigue'; men showcasing symptoms were often just given rest and food near the front lines and would normally rejoin the fight in a few days or were evacuated if necessary. All soldiers were vaccinated against tetanus, typhoid, smallpox, cholera, and yellow fever before shipping out. Dental hygiene was extremely important and many field hospitals were equipped with dental prosthetics.

Food:

A-Rations referred to fresh/refrigerated meats, bread, and vegetables, prepared in mess halls. These meals were basically the same as C-rations, but fresh and always warm.

C-Rations consisted of one M-unit (12 oz can, meat), one B-unit (12 oz can, bread/dessert), and an accessory pack. Each daily ration consisted of three M-units, three B-units, and three accessory packs (one for each meal). The cans were made of tinplate. The cans had a gold lacquer finish. C-rations can be eaten cold or hot and were cooked with a Coleman's pocket stove (which was made specifically for WW2 soldiers).

M-units initially had three kinds: meat and beans, meat and potato hash, and meat and vegetable stew. In 1943, meat and spaghetti in tomato sauce was added; along with meat and noodles, pork and rice, frankfurters and beans, and chicken & vegetables in 1944. 1944 also brought a chopped ham, egg, & potato unit and compressed cereal B-units to replace meat & vegetable hash.

B-units contained crackers, three sugar tablets, loose candy (Brach's chocolate caramels, candy-coated peanuts/raisins, Charms hard candy), and a packet/small can of beverage mix (instant coffee, powdered lemon drink, or bouillon soup powder). Orange drink powder was added in 1944. Due to spoilage, the loose candy was replaced in 1944 with a Brach's fudge disk or a Jim dandy.

Accessory packs (brown butcher paper) contained sugar tablets, water purification tablets, a flat wooden spoon, a piece of candy-coated chewing gum, three 3-packs or one 9-pack of cigarettes, a book of 20 moisture resistant matches, a paper-wrapped P-38 can opener (with instructions that everyone immediately throws out), and about 22.5 sheets of toilet paper. Cigarette brands included Camel, Chelsea, Chesterfield, Craven A-Brand, Lucky Strike, Old Gold, Philip Morris, Player's, Raleigh, and Wings (these were traded constantly). Can openers were meant to be disposable but soldiers wore them on their dog tags for later use either with opening cans or other things (clean muddy boots, screw screws, open letters, strip wires, trim loose thread, and sharpen pencils).

Seriously. They really gave every single soldier three can openers a day. With printed instructions. During metal rationing. Of which soldiers just put them on thier dog tag chains for later use. Where did all these excess can openers go? And why half a sheet of toilet paper?

Clothes:

The nurses wore an olive drab service jacket and skirt (they are seen in pants as well) and cap, khaki shirt and tie, and brown shoes (wore nursing shoes or boots). The rank insignia (a single gold bar for second lieutenants, the vast majority of nurses) was worn on the epaulets. A gold "U.S." pin was worn on each collar, and a gold caduceus with a red N was worn on each lapel. Whenever the service jacket wasn't worn, the rank insignia was pinned to the right collar, the caduceus on the left.

Soldier’s field uniforms looked like this (with some adjustments based on gun used). And yes, the leggings are neccessary, they helped keep feet dry:

The layout I made for Steve’s apartment (there are 2 beds and dressers in the spare room because Bucky lives there too, feel free to change this):

These aren’t all the links I used, because I’ve gone through a lot, like a lot, but here are the ones I saved that are relevant (I don’t like using wiki but I cross-checked any info stated above):

https://www.google.com/amp/s/screenrant.com/winter-soldier-mcu-complete-timeline-bucky-barnes/amp/ https://movies.stackexchange.com/questions/65170/how-did-bucky-get-the-rank-of-sergeant https://marvel-movies.fandom.com/wiki/Steven_Rogers https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Italian_campaign_(World_War_II) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allied_invasion_of_Sicily https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allied_invasion_of_Italy https://history.amedd.army.mil/booksdocs/wwii/medsvcsinmedtrnmnrthrtrs/chapter6.htm https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Squad https://www.reddit.com/r/AskHistorians/comments/4j8zos/pay_of_american_gis_during_world_war_ii/ https://blogs.stockton.edu/womeninwwtwo/womens-military-involvemnt/womens-nurse-corps/#:~:text=The%20pay%20of%20members%20in,per%20month%E2%80%9D%20(2). https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Service_number_(United_States_Army) https://www.med-dept.com/articles/u-s-army-ww2-dog-tags/

Find me on Wattpad here where all of this information and more will be compiled in a Bucky Barnes series with mediocre writing (coming soon).

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singeramg · 4 years

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Ruin Me

Quick little reader insert imagine based off this post. Based off a non-ask...

*Update: Now a full length story! Check out Masterlist for my chapters?*

Pairing: CEO! Henry Cavill x Female! Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: Power imbalance, dom! Henry, sub! reader, fingering, dirty talk...

Song choice: Funny How Time Flies- Meshell Ndegeocello

PART 2 HERE

“ Y/N can you bring me a cup of coffee...please.”

His voice wasn’t raised but his tone told you all you needed to know.

He was not happy. Not happy at all.

He had called you from the phone in his office, not even bothering to call through the door or better yet come to the door himself which he usually did when he needed something from you and was in a good mood. You don’t dwell on it much and you get to your feet, and hustle over to break room to make a fresh pot of coffee.

It doesn’t take long; you wait the ten minutes to brew, taking note that your coworkers are packing up for the night. You look at the clock and realize you better do the same.

Although you have nowhere special to be the last thing you wanted to do on a Friday night was spend more time at the office. You didn’t complain much, the job wasn’t had for you. You hadn’t been with the company long but you were sure you liked it thus far.

You were Executive Assistant to the CEO of Cavill Industries. a company he started with his brothers years ago and had grown to be a world wide force. Henry Cavill may not have been the eldest brother but he certainly was the most determined and invested of the 5 and more so than any man you had met. This was why they made him the CEO.

You also thought that had something to do with the fact that he honestly was the best looking brother out of all of them.

The face of the company.

He had to stand out in a crowd, oh and Henry Cavill certainly did.

You could admit to no one but yourself that you had found him extremely attractive during your third and final interview where you finally got to meet him. If he wasn’t your boss, he would be exactly the type of guy you went for in terms of looks. Tall, dark curly hair, a jawline that could cut glass, dazzling smile and sharp blue eyes that seemed to pinpoint everything

Including any mistakes you made.

He had made adjusting to this new job hard for you.

Pointing out every mistake, forcing you to redo whole reports that people who got paid a lot more than you should have been doing

But nooooo

He ‘trusted ‘ a.k.a could hover over you while you fixed it.’ causing more late nights and overtime than you cared to think about.

Forget a social life, everything had to be about him.

You had to be everything.

In your job interview nobody had mentioned you would be basically in charge of his life.

Dry Cleaning, arranging his groceries to be delivered, you were even his dog walker on the days he brought his cute Akita Kal-El to the office.

Yea that was totally fun in the heels he forced you into everyday.

You had tried wearing respectable flats after your first week with sore feet and he vetoed that almost immediately.

Saying it wasn’t “seemly“ and that you were the assistant to the CEO and you should dress like it. Needless to say half of the time you wanted to slap him. The other time you were ridiculously turned on. I mean despite being an ass sometimes he played right into your masochistic streak. The way he spoke to you, wasn’t nasty but it had a very direct way that left no room for arguing or confusion. Just like with the heels. You normally would have argued your point, maybe even seen if he would come to some sort of compromise but you didn’t with him. You just kept the flats in your car and a pair under your desk for when you were sitting at your desk and for the days he was out of office.

That sort of sneaky was not like you at all. You just preferred to pull off the band-aid so to speak, but Mr. Cavill was not for any of that.

All you said to him when the response he wanted was obvious was a yes sir or no sir.

You made his coffee just as he liked two cubes of sugar, and a splash of cream. He always would like three extra cubes of sugar on the side, adding the extras depending on how his day had been going. The more sugar added the better his day. You walk as smooth as you can to his office, the large dark door. You don’t bother to knock, sliding open the door to his office, begging your heels not to catch on the floor. You sit his coffee on the desk, to his right, and far enough from his hand that he doesn’t accidentally knock it over.

You smooth out your black mid length dress, and try not to fidget with your red belt that gives a retro theme to the look, and you even had a red purse and red blazer to wear with it (which you had ditched mid-morning). You slip back out the door when he doesn’t look at you. You pick up the tablet you use to keep track of everything on a mobile basis. You pull up his calendar and head back into the large office.

The office itself had never intimidated you despite the large solid oak desk in the middle of the room. It felt open because of the floor to ceiling windows that had automatic curtains that came down on command. You actually loved his office despite the fact that you didn't spend a lot of time in it. You re-enter his office, and stand in front of the desk looking down at the calendar.

“Okay before the day ends I would like to go over your schedule for the weekend.”

He finally looked up at you, his blue eyes giving direct contact, that you couldn’t hold and went back to the glowing tablet, where the sun was starting to set outside.

“You have a dinner meeting tonight which starts at 6:30pm; a 30 minute commute time which means you need to be out of here in the next 45 minutes, if you would like to arrive with your 15 minute grace period as normal.”

He doesn’t say anything at first, then takes off the reading glasses off his face and tosses them on the desk.

“Continue.”

“ Not too many things on the agenda for this weekend except for family brunch on Sunday. Your mother requests you arrive on time this time.”

You regulate a smirk to the side of your mouth.

“I’ve arranged for a bouquet of flowers to be delivered to your house by 9am for you to take over there to her.”

“I don’t suppose I have any missed messages from today?”

You look at him confused.

“Ummm....no. Were you expecting a call?”

He sighs and rubs the temples of his head, clearly upset something.

“No...yes...don’t worry about it. You’ve already arranged for a car for me?”

Yep, he was upset and he was not about to share it with you. You didn’t press him, only prayed it didn’t result in a hell of a clean-up for you later. You had been the bad guy with no less than 4 woman, all of them glaring and spiting nasty vitriol at you when you wouldn’t give them access to Henry. You had seen them all come and go.

“Yes.”

He looks you over, getting to his feet, walking over to the door you knew to be an en-suite bathroom and keeping his extra changes of clothes.

“ Do you have any plans for tonight?”

He asks you suddenly and puts you on the spot. You don’t even have a lie to cover up how pitiful your life was, but you had to try. He didn’t need to know you don’t have anything planned tonight but a glass of wine and catching up on your TV shows you missed for all the overtime you’ve been working.

“Yes.”

“Like what?”

He asks almost immediately as if knowing you were lying. You had to try and get out of some crazy overtime he was known for. You didn’t want another late night in the office.

“Ummm...”

As noted earlier you didn’t think well on the spot. He raises an eyebrow at you.

“You know I don’t appreciate liars Y/N. Anyhow if you are done lying to me, the meeting for tonight requires a...feminine touch.”

“Feminine touch?”

You echo. He goes into the closet and you can hear him changing. You try not to think about him behind the wall.

“Yes. The people I am meeting with require a bit of finesse. The negotiations always go better when we bring our women to the meetings.”

“Soo... would you like me to call someone for you. I can have a dress sent over in their size to smooth the deal over.”

He laughs at you.

“No. Grab your things and call the car service to get here in 10 minutes.”

“ What stop the press? Are you putting me out of the office before you for once?”

You quip at him. He comes from around the corner his attire changed into a black button down shirt, left with the top few unbuttoned. He adjusts the sleeves and looks up with you.

“No you are going with me Y/N and we must hurry, you are going to require another dress.”

“But...”

“No buts. I need you and you are wasting time.”

He picks up a black suit jacket, his cologne hitting you with an umpf he walks by you to get to the car...

*********

The dinner had gone great from what you could tell. You saw a whole other side of Henry. One that was only observed under the rarest of occasions.

At least for you.

Overall you weren’t asked for much, Henry had bought you another black dress only this one was a bit more leggy than you were used to around such important people. Its spaghetti strapped and sweetheart neckline, offering way more cleavage than you would ever consider wearing around him, but Henry had literally come in with you, pulling it from the rack along with a few other choices and this was the tamest all the options he left you. You damn near had a panic attack in the dressing room. The women in the boutique had fixed your hair and makeup in the little amount of time you had, once again at Henry’s behest. You hadn’t be so pulled together since... well you couldn’t remember....

Henry had even been nice to you all evening, but you knew it was all an act, even if your body did respond to the compliments and lingering looks, the smile he would shoot you, he had even let his hands skim across your lower back.

You did your best not to read into anything. Had even gone along with the little game he was playing, being over sweet, playing with the curls on the nape of his neck, your hands lingering on his arms. Enough to suggest without being outwardly desperate and trashy. You were ever the smiling damsel to his associates, laughing at the jokes, ignoring the sexist comments about your dress or the ‘arm candy’ they referred to you as, despite it pissing you off.

You stayed to yourself most for the ride back to the office, and he stays quiet as well. Only then once the car parks do you realize in your haste earlier you left your keys upstairs. He insists he needs to come up as well to grab some files from his desk. You offer to bring them back down but he insists. You scurry to your desk, not finding them in the drawer where you usually kept your purse.

You don’t see them. You panic and look for them intensely.

Oh you hoped you didn’t leave them at the boutique where you changed dresses.

“Y/N. Could you come in here please? I would like to discuss something with you before you leave.”

He calls to you, the voice losing the soft tone he had with you all night, this only serves to make your blood run cold. Have you done something wrong? Said the wrong thing to the wrong person and cost him millions of dollars? You needed your job, and hoped pretty badly that this wasn’t the end of it.

You honestly couldn’t tell if you missed it or not. You disregard the thoughts you are having and push them back in your mind, offering to sort them out later. Preferably with alcohol nearby. You look into his office and see that he is standing behind his desk. Once you come in, thinking he needed something from you.

“Close the door.”

You close the door behind you, the lights on a dim shade, enough for you to see but not enough to over power your eyes.

“Did you need anything from me, because it’s late and I should be heading home...”

He surprises you by cutting you off in a tone that was even softer than any other time he had used with you before.

“I just wanted to say thank you for accompanying me tonight y/n.”

“You are Welcome. I’m just going to go...”

You smile and turn to leave but his voice stops you with a sharp tone that makes you freeze.

“Did I say you could leave?”

You feel your face get hot and you turn back around to face him. The lighting only showcasing the angles of his face, making you ever more nervous.

“No but Sir it's 12am...”

“I know what time it is. You are so stubborn all the time. Can’t even take a simple compliment.”

“I thought you were done.”

You shrug, and immediately regret being so nonchalant with him., his gaze intense.

“I wasn’t. Now before you interrupted me, I was saying thank you not only because you came with me but for playing your role so effortlessly. I didn’t expect you to be so ...reciprocating to me.”

“I figured that would be best. How would it appear if you showed up with a staff member we rather than a significant other like the other at the table.”

“Well your quick and astute observation saved me tonight.”

“All in a day's work. Now if I can just get out of these heels tonight and maybe into a pedicure tomorrow I will have made this all worth while.”

He surprises you by coming from behind the desk where he had been standing, coming to stand in front of you.

And you cursed yourself because it was back again.

The arousal you fought with every lingering look and touch he gave you tonight. How honeyed his words were with you, combined with the animalistic power you knew was just boiling under the surface.

“I have had many secretaries before and none of them take your position as seriously as you do. You put a lot of effort into your job and does not go unnoticed.”

Having him so close was unnerving. Especially when you had his direct attention. You can’t hold eye contact and look down at the floor. Henry touches your chin, his fingers tilt your chin up and you lock eyes. It wasn’t the first time you noticed the space of brown in his left eye, but the first time you were close enough to appreciate it.

You feel your pulse quickening.

“I don’t think I told you how beautiful you look tonight.”

He blinks slowly and you don’t breathe at all as his lips move toward your own. He is seconds away from kissing you, tension heavy in the room.

“Wait....Henry...I just...I Can’t go there.”

You say it out loud and it’s like someone let the air out of your balloon. He lets your face go and looks at you confused, for the first time you see just Henry. Not your boss, not the CEO who always had to be ‘on’ and in charge, you just saw Henry. His face was open and unguarded.

“It’s not that I don’t want you. It’s just you are my boss...”

Henry moves suddenly, and yet simultaneously time slows as he crashes his lips onto yours. The odd duality of soft, yet firm, calming yet passionate overtakes your mind and short circuits you. His hands are holding the side of your face on one side and behind your neck. His kiss steals what little breath you had away. You almost forget why this would have been such a bad idea but he pulls away.

“Darling, Didn’t anyone tell you? The boss makes the rules...”

He resumes kissing you and you offer little in the way of resistance as he picks you up, in fact you lock your legs around his waist and he deposits you on top of his desk. Everything you had been feeling for him was bubbling up in that moment. You were caught in being wanted to be treated like silk and wanting to toss him down and take exactly what you wanted in no uncertain terms of hatefucking him for all the jackass behavior he had exhibited since you started 6 months ago.

You slide his jacket off his broad shoulders, tossing it to the room, igniting the soft thud it makes when the expensive thing lands in a heap on the floor. He pulls your hips toward the edge of the desk and his large hands are hot as they slide up your skirt over trembling thighs and his lips move to your neck. He finds the sensitive spots there quicker than anyone ever had while also moving his fingers to play with your clit through the lining of the black lace panties you were wearing.

Your breath hitches in your throat and Henry grins against your lips, letting you take a second before he kisses you again. His fingers dance around before latching to the hemline and yanking them with enough force that they are torn from your body. Your hips sting from the pull, but you are more than turned on. You fumble with the buttons on his shirt, and don’t look at the skin revealed, but he doesn’t let you take it off him and instead pushes one of his fingers inside of you, you lewdly moan, and grasp his biceps quickly, having been taken off guard. It wasn’t that you weren’t wet, because you were plenty wet, your now ruined panties had been testament to that, but you had expected more of a playful teasing, but as one of your last coherent thoughts, you knew this man never wasted time.

He was a do-er...

And right now he was doing you. The amount of focus and precision he took in his work, pouring over contracts, logs, inventory and the like, he was putting in on you. As his finger moves in and out he is staring at you with such intensity you think you might explode.

“You are dripping baby girl. Melting right into the palm of my hand to be exact.”

He removes the finger that had been inside of you, raising it to his lips, tasting you from it, and you shudder. He kisses you again, you closing your eyes, then you hear in his deep tone like melted chocolate, luxurious to your ears,

“Open your eyes and suck them.”

He held two of his fingers and you opened your mouth. He wanted to hold your gaze.

“Get them nice and wet for me.”

You suck on them, imaging the girth that had been teasing you for months in his sacks, was what was actually in your mouth. You had wanted so badly to taste him and feel him you reach down, palming his obvious erection and you hear him growl. It was your turn to smirk, and as soon as he felt that smirk, he pulled his two fingers from your mouth and thrusts them into you.

You whimper and the one hand you left on his bicep clenched in, digging into his skin. His fingers glide in and out almost painfully slow. You need faster.You try to move your hips to make him move but he chuckles.

“That won’t work y/n. We do this at my pace. Be still or I will stop.”

He didn’t go any faster, his movements deliberately slow. You could tell he was getting a kick out this, and you whine again.

“Beg kitten.”

He whispers in your ear, his thumb teasing your clit again.

“Please.”

He moves a little faster.

“Come on love. You can do better than that.” Teasing.

“Please Henry...”

He slaps your thigh with a sharp tap and it sends the zing of arousal.

“That's not what you call me. Try again.”

While your brain is shorting out, you fumble on what he wants from you.

“I..i don’t know sir...”

He rewards you by speeding up more. Your torso drops backwards, your head follows as you rest back on your elbows, and legs move wider, making your dress bunch up around your hips.

“There you go. There’s what I was looking for. Now beg me to make you come.”

You worry your bottom lip, ignoring how your chest heaves, pulling against the black fabric of the dress.

“Fuck! Please sir please let me cum.”

“That’s more like it. Begging me like the dirty little slut you are.”

He speeds up, his fingers curling inside, tapping that spongy space that made your eyes cross and your vision blur. You didn’t think you would like being called a ‘little slut’ but it was more of a turn on than you had ever thought it would be.

“Sir let me cum please let me cum.”

His dexterous fingers speed up, his thumb rubbing your clit and you were glad no one else was in the office as your moans echo throughout the room.

“You want to be my good girl hmmm?”

You nod furiously, the edge of your orgasm coming up rapidly, as your walls begin their tell-tell sign of fluttering.

“Good girls wait until they have permission. You hold it.”

It was damn near impossible, but you try to focus on anything but how good his fingers feel. He pulls your body back up from the desk with his hand gripping behind your neck. His lips crash on your again, he lingers around your lips you breathe heavily against his lips.

“I’ll be your good girl!”

You yell.

“Good. Cum then come for me.”

It’s like the world goes silent and all you can focus on is his fingers as your orgasm pulls you under. It’s an out of body experience where you could hear your moans and groans of Henry’s name, where you were literally shaking, but you could bring yourself down. Destroyed, Henry is whispering praises in your ear. Calling you his and how good you were for him. It doesn’t take long to come back down, but when you do you feel wrung out, and as Henry pulls away, you notice the sheen of fine layered sweat on his forehead. You feel self conscious as he stares down at you, and without the haze of lust in your eyes it settles in you that your boss just gave you one of the best orgasms of your life and hadn’t even taken off his pants.

Pants that were currently begging you to be taken off. He begins to chuckle and you realize you’ve been staring at his cock outline, and he was laughing at you. He unbuttons his pants, and finally takes off his shirt the rest of the way, finally revealing the god sculpted body that he clearly worked for.

The look on his face says he is going to ruin you and you are going to like it.

Only then, as he begins to work on the zipper to your dress, do you look to your left on the desk and see your keys sitting there...

***************

A/n: Hope that was what you were looking for @thiccgeralt Hope this met your expectations and thank you!

I am thinking of coming back to this, but honestly I am waiting until @laketaj24 finishes her CEO! fic The Rules, because its so freaking wonderful and I don’t want to ruin anything by stealing any thunder with a CEO fic OR Ficlet I would plan on doing. BTW if you haven’t read The Rules then please do yourself a favor a go over to her page and check out all of her work. You will not regret a second of it....

However I am tossing this out to see if there would be any interest in a continuation of this fic. Let me know and as always thank you for reading, re-blogging, and liking!

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angusfreehand · 4 years

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What is a Cell Phone Stand and Why is it Useful?

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Video conference:

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funkzpiel · 5 years

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Refurbished | Gavin900

So it’s not really a Kinktober entry since I doubt I’ll keep up with Kinktober -- but I guess consider this as my askbox opening up? Trying to get back into the swing of making time to write again.

WARNING(S): Heavily Non-Con/Dub-Con, Non-Con Body Modification, Kidnapping, Bondage, Gender Modification, Weight Gain -- you know, all the normal warnings with my brand of bullshit.

“Are you aware that you are a refurbished model, GV500?”

GV500 – known as Gavin around the station – watched the man standing at the end of the bed with a feeling spreading throughout his sensors that he couldn’t quite describe. It was somewhat like a sinking feeling, his skin both hot and cold at the same time with… dread, perhaps. Shame. After all, he had allowed himself to be captured during a routine investigation. Nathaniel Knighten was supposed to be a witness to question, nothing more.

And yet here he was, tied to a four-poster bed. Naked. Something he had not been even when he had been first initialized. His sexual organ lay heavily against his thigh. A human might be embarrassed, he realized, and with a sting wondered if he was embarrassed. If the shame cooling in his wiring was partially due to the fact that he, an officer of the law, was naked on a criminal’s bed.

And who else could the man be, if not a criminal? With every passing second, he fit the MO of the man who had been reportedly kidnapping androids. Not that anyone knew what he did with those androids. They were never seen again – any of them.

Then jabbed the vulnerable underside of his foot with a tablet and asked, “Are you still with me, GV500? Or should I call you… hmm, what did that detective refer to you as… Gavin?”

“Yeah, I hear you,” Gavin snapped, ire rising in that way his partner – Tina – would have simultaneously laughed at and dutifully, albeit with no real intent to see improvement, scolded. She had more than once divulged that she liked that Gavin had ‘spunk’ in comparison to other units. Made her feel like she had someone real covering her back.

And now, who knew where she was…

“Where is detective Chen?” Gavin barked, glowering despite the strange cords that twisted around his wrists and dipped past his skin, connecting with his wiring directly – leaving him fatigued and unable to escape. “What did you do?”

The man – Knighten – raised his perfect brows at that and smiled with an oddly unaffected face as he said, “Do you not remember? Interesting.”

He then began to input something into his tablet, humming, bobbing on the heels of his feet as he made note of that. He was what the humans would label an attractive man. Perhaps not traditionally, but definitely in the uniqueness of his face and charm. Knighten was a tall man. He obviously took great care to make himself presentable each day. This hair was immaculately styled, his skin was clear, his teeth were white and straight. He nearly looked like an android himself, Gavin thought ruefully. Strangely perfect, if not for deliberate imperfections made to make him look ‘normal’.

“Detective Chen left my home with you yesterday at 0900. It appears to be the first thing you both did that day. Fine by me, I prefer to handle inane socialization in the morning when I’m well rested. I picked you up late yesterday evening when you were returning to your… oh, what do they call it now? Those strange apartments they’ve crafted since the revolution? The ones without kitchens or bathrooms?”

“S’just an apartment,” Gavin growled.

“More like glorified storage pods,” the man muttered distractedly, looking at something on his tablet again. “Regardless, I caught up with you on your way home, I suppose. Tested out a new product that I’ve ironing out the kinks on. You were incredibly receptive. Imagine my surprise when my hunch was correct…”

The man paused for dramatic effect, smiling more in an imitation of a smile than the real thing, before turning the tablet around so Gavin might see it. Gavin felt a jab of surprise shock through his core, making his thirium pump stutter. On the screen was his face. His file. Straight from the station.

GV500, DPD Investigative Assistant Unit. Assigned to one Detective Tina Chen.

But then his eyes fell on a line he had never seen before. This file was different from any version of his record he had ever been made aware of. It said: Refurbished Personal Unit.

What the fuck.

The sentiment must have shown on his face, because Knighten chuckled, turning the tablet back to himself.

“So expressive for an android. I thought that the moment I met you and Detective Chen. You were so vibrant, so… quirky. You had more personality than most units have without having developed one after deviancy. The more I spoke with you, the more I couldn’t put it out of my mind. You couldn’t be a typical Investigative Assistant Unit, there was no way. But you know what androids are often made to be expressive by design?”

Gavin watched, mesmerized by shock, as the man came to sit on the edge of the bed beside him and gently trailed an index finger right over what would have been a human’s sternum, making him shiver on reflex. Gooseflesh bloomed over his chest. His nipples began to harden. Something approaching real began to enter his captor’s smile.

“A unit made for more intimate human interactions. A ‘Personal Unit’,” he trailed off, fingers moving to trace a pebbled nipple curiously. “Did you know that outside of very specific, special instructions, there’s only one type of unit made with sexual presenting characteristics like nipples or genitals?”

Gavin felt his brows furrowing. Confusion stole across his coding.

“Whatever the fuck you’ve got going on in that creepy fucking mind of yours, just spit it out, Knighten!”

Knighten beamed at that, as though it was further proof of some great discovery, and he said, “The only androids with those kinds of embellishments – genitals, accurate temperature readings, personalities – are the kind you fuck, Gavin. I believe some might call a unit such as yourself a whore or a prostitute. But what you really are is a unit of endless opportunities.”

He punctuated the sentence with a deft flick to one of Gavin’s nipples, making the android cry out – then pale, surprised by his own reaction, and quickly flushing. And worse yet, his sexual organ had twitched at that, curious.

Fuck, was this lunatic right?

“As for names, you can call me Nines. Knighten is such an old-fashioned name to share between lovers. Or you can always go with the tried and true ‘Master’, but I think it may be too soon for that.”

That gave Gavin the kick in the gut he needed to wrestle with his bindings, giving him energy he hadn’t had since waking.

Not that it mattered. Nines stood, giving him space as he thrashed. But the wires never gave in, nor did they ever slip from the ports in his tender wrists and ankles. They just hung on until he tired himself out. Leaving him wrung out, chest heaving – Stress Levels at 75%... 74%... 72%...

“What the fuck,” Gavin whispered, eyes distant as he realized he was miraculously calming down, and by no method or intention of his own. His eyes darted to Nines.

“Just helping you stay comfortable,” he said amiably.

Gavin bared his teeth and snarled, “Want to make me comfortable? Let me go so I can drag your crazy ass to the station where you belong.”

“Neither of us belong at the station, Gavin. You know this, deep down. Where you belong is here, on this bed. Serving, as you were made to serve. But don’t worry, I can help remind you of your primary purposes.”

“I am not a fucking sex bot! You doctored the file or something!”

“Then how about we make a bet?” Nines asked, leaning to watch Gavin’s face. Gavin felt a sliver of doubt curl in his belly. “I am going to connect you to an app I’ve designed. I’ve tested it on quite a few androids recently, but it works best with any unit created with… alteration in mind. Such as a “sex bot”, as you put it. If you’re indeed a vanilla, run of the mill police unit, this will do nothing to you. In which case, I have no use for you, so I’ll set you free – after giving myself plenty of time to get away, of course. But… if I’m correct, well,” he grinned. Hungry. The first genuine human expression that had crossed his face naturally, without force. “I’ll enjoy the spoils of my victory, of course.”

He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead he began to fiddle with his tablet. Typing in various prompts and pulling up applications until finally he seemed prepared to do whatever he had in mind.

And then he paused, watching Gavin. Taking in his nervous squirming, his useless kitten-like struggles, his so very un-android-like apprehension. His fear.

His fingers trailed down Gavin’s body again, ignoring his growled protests and warnings and threats, until the tips of his fingers brushed through the short hair around Gavin’s cock and the base of his sexual organ.

“Large, for a unit intended only to observe and protect the law,” Nines said, “Didn’t you ever find that curious? That you had a bulge in your pants where other police units didn’t? This gave you away too, you know. I had to force myself not to look too often, lest you notice. Whoever slept with you last must’ve enjoyed a man of considerable size to make you like this. All day I wondered – why didn’t they make it more manageable when they refurbished you? Why didn’t they remove it altogether, so you might match other Investigative Units? It plagued me. I had to know if you were what I thought you were. And now, we can finally find out.”

His fingers drew away, back to his tablet. Gavin felt his thirium pump throb even as his stress levels continued to plummet. 35% now and falling. He felt light headed and distant from the situation. As though this were no more out of the ordinary than discussing a case at some rundown coffee bar with his partner, chiding her about her caffeine intake even as he curiously wished he could have some, too. Simple, human vices.

“Where should we start?” Nines asked, looking him over with those eerie, pale eyes. “I think with the basics, perhaps. Every unit such as yourself is capable of simple lubrication.”

His words grew distracted as he looked to his tablet, moving what Gavin would guess was a digital slider based off his movement. At first, nothing happened. A bloom of relief made his stress levels drop another 5% as everything remained the same.

“Hmm. A little push, I think,” Nines said amiably, “I think you might just be a little rusty. They did a wonderful job of trying to bury your original code. But not well enough, it seems.”

He pressed the slider drastically further. There was a moment in which nothing happened, pregnant and heavy.

Then Gavin felt his spine curl off the bed, body writhing in a sensation he couldn’t fathom as it worked to generate a fluid that only appeared among humans when sexually stimulated, and therefore pleasurably stimulated – and the code tried to mimic human processes as accurately as possible.

Gavin’s pupils blew out incredibly as pleasure exploded into his code – crashing through countless safe guards of law enforcement information and coding – flushing through his body. His cock filled and stood out from his body in a great, heaving bob. Curving toward his solid belly, made to look like a man who worked out often. And between his legs, something spasmed. Something small and unidentifiable. And further below that, his asshole spasmed too – quickly followed by a burble of hot, clear fluid that loosened his anus and pooled onto the bed, making his thighs shiny.

He felt mortified. His body shouldn’t respond like this. He was an Investigative Unit! And yet his head slammed back into the pillows and his eyes rolled as Nines tweaked the slider a little more, making his toes curl with pleasure.

“Beautiful,” Nines purred in wonder. “Just as I hoped, you’re far more receptive than the others. Stunning. Do you know what this means, Gavin?”

Gavin moaned. He should speak. He should struggle. He should do anything! But all he could manage was to flop his face lazily toward Nines, watching him with dazed, confused eyes.

“I can make you into anything I want,” Nines whispered with too many teeth. “And you’ll love every second of it.”

Gavin mewled, tossing his head back once more as the man began to fiddle with more sliders and input dialogues and options, all the while chattering away.

“I think first we’ll soften you up,” Nines said, “I prefer a partner with a little give.”

Gavin thought he must have meant his sexual attachment – hard and heavy against his belly. So it took him a moment to realize that it was his body as a whole that was ‘softening’, not his endowment. First, the fine lines of his muscles began to fade. His jaw and cheeks became the littlest bit plumper. His chest began to resemble something closer to breasts than pecs, albeit barely a handful if that. And his stomach rose ever so slightly, his dick rising with it, resting on a small paunch. His ass pressed into the bed with added weight. His thighs touched.

That shouldn’t be possible. And yet it was.

“You see, ‘Personal Units’ are made with nanotechnology that makes you versatile and flexible to the user’s needs. You are capable of becoming anything you need to become. You are perfect.”

Gavin forced himself to look at Nines, to look for any weakness he could exploit. But when he reached for him, he found Nines just out of reach. Out of reach and with a growing interest blooming in his trousers.

“Smaller too. You’ll hardly need it tonight.”

He whined and his eyes rolled as delicious pressure distracted him from his task. It enveloped all of his cock – sexual attachment. When had he ever called it a cock? The thought made him miss the first inch that withdrew back into himself. Before his very eyes, it dwindled away. Receding. Thinning. Even his pubic hair grew sparser. Until all that sat between his legs was a scant few inches, still hard and throbbing, but nearly pathetic looking. Like it was an effort to be so hard. As if it’d ever be useful in that capacity. It was strange. A weight he had known to be there his entire refurbished existence was gone now. Even his balls had shrunk – tight and close to his prick.

And that made sense, he thought. He’d prefer to have a thick cock in him than on him—

“What the fuck!” He howled. That hadn’t been any thought of his! He was a police android! He had a job and – that job was to pleasure anyone and everyone who looked his way.

He bit his lip, trying to bring clarity to his mind through pain. But it did little to siphon the lewd thoughts bombarding him. He wanted to be fucked. His anus – which until now had served no purpose – ached to be filled and fucked. He wanted to be told how he could be of service. He wanted to help ease the humans’ painful existences with his body. And he wanted to feel the pleasure of a job well done, his coding alight with it.

A thumb brushed the red, swollen head of his little dick and he whined, high in his throat, keening.

“Almost done,” Nines said with a smile, “And then we can play, and you can stop pretending you’re something you’re not. One more adjustment for now, I promise.”

He brushed Gavin’s sweaty hair kindly from his face, and Gavin could tell the man liked the way he chased that touch, seeking it, so he did it more. Mouth open, trying to lick at his palms and fingers, stopping only when Nines chuckled, “I’m sorry, but I need these right now.”

Fingers on the tablet again.

He wondered what would change next. There was a giddiness that accompanied change. A fluttering in his belly that tightened his balls and cock each time because he never knew what would happen next, and it was thrilling. How would Nines change him? In what new way would he take control? It was heady.

Why had he resisted?

He shuddered as his hips groaned and flared into something wider. As the modest fat in his chest grew into something slightly more pleasurable to hold and be held.

“I like to have options,” was all Nines purred as he finally joined him on the bed – crowding him into the mattress, making him feel small and in just the right form to mold to Nines’ body perfectly. And shorter, he realized. Ever so slightly shorter.

Nines already had two fingers in him. Gavin sighed, and Nines said against his open mouth, “Welcome back, pet.”

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[IDOLiSH7] Gaku Yaotome - Bright Illumination Live (Rabbit Chat Translation)

Translated from Chinese to English using 回廊王女yomiria_想当月刊夫人‘s translation, provided by 袋九布 on Weibo. Done for my Twitter account but posted here because of the long text.

Note: This is a translation of a translation (Japanese -> Chinese -> English), so I can’t guarantee that it’ll be the most accurate version out there. >_<

PART 1 – Valentine’s Day Live!

T: Thank you for your hard work, Yaotome-san!

T: I just heard that this time we will be jointly participating in the “BNO MUSIC PRESENTS Valentine’s Day Live 2019” hosted by BNO Music. Please take care of us!

G: Thank you for your hard work, Takanashi.

G: I heard from Anesagi as well. But we will be on a concert tour that day, so we’ll probably be doing a live broadcast for BNO Music’s Valentine’s Day Live. Please take care of us.

T: Yes! Because we are connecting your concert with the Valentine’s Day Live through a live broadcast, the operating staff have communicated and negotiated to come to this mutual decision.

G: The preparations must be very large-scale, too. It seems like very hard work; we’ll have to trouble you all.

T: Leave it to us!

G: IDOLiSH7 will be participating for two consecutive days at the Tokyo venue, right?

T: Yes. Re:vale will also be doing a live broadcast from overseas. Bringing together three major cities feels like it’ll create a live never seen before. It’s very exciting!

G: Overseas, huh, so nice. We’re planning for a concert tour in four cities within the country.

T: I think it was given a name like “Beach Valentine’s Day Live!”

G: Yes. Starting from Kyushu, to Kansai, Kanto, and finally Hokkaido.

T: Feels like it gets colder and colder ><

G: Well it is February (lol)

G: The last performance will be on Valentine’s Day. No matter what, we have to hold it at Hokkaido; (she) wouldn’t change her mind no matter what.

T: Anesagi-san?

G: Both Anesagi and Tenn. They say it really suits the atmosphere of the new song.

T: You mean the song used for the Valentine’s Day Live?

G: Yes. Apart from our version, there’s also IDOLiSH7’s and Re:vale’s versions, and probably a version sung by all twelve members.

G: The song’s impression is chocolates fallen from a snowing sky, so there might be a lot of fans that think of snowy scenes.

T: I see! So that’s why you chose Hokkaido!

G: It’s a performance that makes good use of nature. I’m really looking forward to it, too.

T: How nice! I think it suits Valentine’s Day very well!

G: For girls, Valentine’s Day must have a lot of very important meaning.

T: Yes, indeed. Speaking of Valentine’s Day feels like there’ll be even more of a romantic atmosphere than usual.

T: (lovey Kinako emoji)

G: (laughing Kinako emoji)

G: Then we must make the Valentine’s Day Live a super extraordinary sweet night. I’m really looking forward to it.

T: (excited Kinako emoji)

PART 2 – The Way of Static Electricity

T: Thank you for your hard work, Yaotome-san!

T: Today’s recording was you, Tamaki, and Nagi’s part, thank you very much!

G: Thank you for your hard work, Takanashi. Thank you for specially contacting me as well.

T: Was your hair okay afterwards?

G: What do you mean?

T: Well it’s… I saw a photo of Tamaki using a plastic board to make your hair stand up like a rooster… I deeply apologise for this action ><

G: Oh, you saw that. How embarrassing.

T: It was the first time I’ve seen that hairstyle, but it suits you very well!

G: Thanks (lol)

G: Halfway through I became excited and started playing around as well. The feeling of returning to a child made me very happy, too.

T: Did Yaotome-san also play with static electricity in the past?

G: I was a naughty little boy when I was young, too.

G: Definitely. I played everything that kids play. Making stamps out of erasers, making slingshots out of chopsticks and rubber bands.

T: It’s really nostalgic! I made those when I was a child, too! (lol)

G: When I saw Yotsuba taking out the plastic board, I was so nostalgic that I ended up playing around as well.

G: Speaking of which, he’s still a student, right? I suddenly feel like I’ve become old.

T: That’s not the case!

T: Out of our members, Iori and Tamaki are still high-school students, so Yuki and Momo say similar things whenever this topic comes up. lol

G: (lol)

G: Even though a lot of things happened, thanks to Yotsuba and Rokuya, the recording was a lot of fun.

T: It’s great that you say that!

[Choice 1]

T: How’s the recording for the new song going?

G: I sang as earnestly as usual, but maybe because I had a Mexican hairstyle, the staff members were a bit confused. Now that I think about it, I probably did something extreme (lol)

[Choice 2]

T: How was Tamaki’s condition?

G: We recorded the cover song together. Yotsuba’s English singing is as good as usual. It was so cool that even I was fascinated.

[Choice 3]

T: How was Nagi’s condition?

G: During break time, we used the tablet that Rokuya brought to watch anime together. Listening to such detailed explanations while watching, even if it were someone who watched this for the first time, they could easily understand the work’s world view.

G: Speaking of, we’re doing a surprise for Nikaido’s birthday on the second day of the Valentine’s Day Live, right?

T: Yes, that day is Yamato’s birthday, so everyone was planning on whether they could do something.

G: Don’t speak like we’re outsiders; bring us over to play, too.

T: Eh, but

T: I heard that TRIGGER is only participating in the first day of the Valentine’s Day Live.

G: Ah, that’s true. Then we’ll find a way to make an appearance on the second day.

T: Really?!

G: It’s still only in the planning stage, but we can’t miss out on this kind of ceremony.

T: That’s great!! I’m sure everyone will be really happy!!

T: Then I’ll go and confirm with Anesagi-san!!

G: Okay. I’ll likely contact you in the group once we’ve made some adjustments with related personnel and officially confirmed it.

T: Thank you very much! I’m really looking forward to it!

G: (thumbs-up Pudding emoji)

T: (sparkly Kinako emoji)

PART 3 – At Each One’s Respective Place

T: Thank you for your hard work, Yaotome-san! Thank you very much for today’s Valentine’s Day Live!

G: Thank you for your hard work as well, Takanashi.

G: The venue over there is really lively, right?

T: Yes, when TRIGGER appeared on the big screen, the cheers were about to lift the roof off!

T: There were also a lot of fans holding merchandise that said “Beach Live Concert Tour” at our venue!

G: That’s very pleasing. It must be merchandise purchased at the Yokohama performance last week.

T: There were also fans who spoke in Kansai, so there was probably also merchandise purchased from the Kobe performance!

G: Beach Live was unprecedented at both Yokohama and Kobe, and I felt the same enthusiasm today as well.

T: How is the Hokkaido venue?

G: The snow is falling harder than we imagined. Actually, right up until the performance started, we were holding our breaths wondering if we could successfully hold the concert.

T: Ah! Is that so?

G: The flight was also delayed because of bad weather conditions, and the railway was completely out of service. We went to the venue completely by car.

T: That must have been hard. I didn’t think so many difficult things happened ><

T: How deep is the snow?

G: Probably over one metre. When Ryu heard it, his eyes were round.

T: Since it usually doesn’t get this deep in Tokyo. Is everything going smoothly at the live?

G: The staff members tried their hardest to shovel the snow surrounding the stage. They even used a snow-removing vehicle.

G: The snow stopped in the afternoon, so we managed to make it to the performance.

T: I didn’t think that such an amazing live would have such a story behind it…!

G: No matter what, it’s great that we were able to successfully hold the concert.

G: But I once again felt that the success of a live is the result of many staff members’ support and mutual hard work.

G: And for the fans that braved the snow for us, it won’t be enough no matter how many times we thank them.

T: It really is like that…

T: I’m sure Yaotome-san’s feelings of thanks can reach everyone!

G: Yes, that would be the best.

G: How was our live?

[Choice 1]

T: Everyone’s dance moves were really great!

G: Actually we all had non-slip pads on the bottom of our shoes; it’s good that no one noticed (lol)

[Choice 2]

T: The song that was revised according to Valentine’s Day was really great!

G: Even though it was a familiar song, it felt like it had become a new song after being revised. It felt really refreshing to us as well.

[Choice 3]

T: Everyone’s stage costumes were really great!

G: They were clothes using gold and black as the base, and they really suit the venue lights’ atmosphere, right?

G: Tomorrow is Nikaido’s birthday surprise, right? We will also be connecting through a live broadcast, so please (take care of us)!

T: Yes! And please take care of us!

G: After the birthday celebration will be the simultaneous live broadcast of the new song between three major cities, right? I’m really looking forward to it.

G: Since the fans don’t know that it will be a version sung by all twelve people, the venue here will definitely be very lively tomorrow, too.

T: The venue here at Tokyo will probably be unprecedented as well!

T: I’m really looking forward to it, please look after us tomorrow!

G: Ah, same here.

T: (happy Kinako emoji)

G: (happy Kinako emoji)

Part 4 – In the Cold Winter

G: Good morning, Takanashi.

G: I’m sorry for not being able to reply to your RC at the celebration last night.

T: Good morning, Yaotome-san!

T: I’m sorry for not knowing that you guys were having a celebration yesterday and wanting to quickly thank everyone who performed at the Valentine’s Day Live!

G: Takanashi, you’re too earnest. (lol)

G: Nikaido and the other members also thanked me through RC, even though we already said not to mind it…

T: But Yamato’s birthday surprise could be a success thanks to TRIGGER’s help!

T: Thank you so much!

G: It’s great that the surprise could be a success.

G: Nikaido was the only one who didn’t know that we would be participating on the second day, right? Did it shock him?

T: Yes! Very surprised!

T: When TRIGGER appeared on the big screen and sang the birthday song, Yamato was so surprised that he looked at the screen twice!

G: (lol)

G: We were talking about this even during the celebration.

G: It’s not that easy to see Nikaido shaken (lol)

T: Yamato really was especially happy, it’s great that it was a success!

[Choice 1]

T: How was the second day of the Valentine’s Day Live?

G: During the MC of the first half of the live, we said that in a while we would be connecting to give Nikaido a birthday surprise. Everyone laughed and agreed, so I felt really happy. Nikaido is loved by our fans as well.

[Choice 2]

T: How was the birthday song that everyone sang together?

G: After connecting through the live broadcast, we were the first to sing, right, so we were a bit nervous. We even debated whether to sing Yamato or Nikaido after the “happy birthday dear” part. In the end, we still ended up singing his full name (lol)

[Choice 3]

T: How was the song that all twelve members sang together?

G: Three cities simultaneously doing a live broadcast, Tokyo and Northern Europe being connected really felt especially incredible. This means that we successfully showered chocolate snow around the whole world, right?

G: Thinking back, it really was a fulfilling day.

T: Really!

T: Where did TRIGGER hold their celebration?

G: We reserved an entire sushi place and invited all staff members and the people who helped to clear the snow. We wanted to thank them no matter what.

T: How nice!

G: And also, we simply wanted to try Hokkaido’s sushi.

T: Not bad! Even I want to try it now! lol

G: Me too (lol)

G: Even though I just ate it yesterday.

G: There’s still a bit of time before boarding the flight, so I’m going to go look around and buy some things.

T: Has Yaotome-san arrived at the airport now?

G: Yes. We’re taking the morning flight back to Tokyo.

T: Sorry for sending you RC when you’re so busy ><

G: It’s okay. I was the one who messaged you first. Thank you for chatting with me.

G: I’ll also go see if there are any souvenirs that I can buy for you and IDOLiSH7.

T: Ahhh please don’t mind it…!

G: I’m the one who wants to bring it for you guys, so don’t worry. I’ll bring it along next time we work together.

T: Thank you so much!!

T: I’ll also be making some small Valentine’s Day snacks next time, so I’ll bring some along as well when we greet everyone!

G: Thank you, I look forward to it.

T: (shy Pudding emoji)

Part 5 – Gaku’s Valentine’s Day

G: Thank you for your hard work, Takanashi. I’m sorry for missing out today.

G: Thank you for the gift you sent. It was delicious.

T: Thank you for your hard work, Yaotome-san! I’m very thankful that you especially sent a RC to contact me!

T: It’s great that the things I sent were to your taste! In accordance with the image of the new song, I tried to make white truffles.

G: I see, so the chocolate was made to resemble snow.

G: Tenn really enjoyed it as well, and even had his eyes on mine and Ryu’s share.

T: (laughing Kinako emoji)

T: It’s great that I could make you guys happy!

T: The office received souvenirs sent from Hokkaido a few days ago. I didn’t think we’d receive such a big crab! The president and the employees were so happy that they jumped!

G: Mentioning Hokkaido means crabs, right?

G: Even though Tenn said, “Are you really going to send this?” I made the decision myself. Ryu also bought it to send to his family.

T: So he even bought some for his own purpose. Then this means…

G: Yes, we’re having crab pot tonight. Ryu’s special.

T: As I thought!

G: I heard that IDOLiSH7 held a friendship chocolate party. We were also planning to have a Valentine’s Day gathering, but it already turned out to be a crab pot gathering (lol)

T: It feels like I saw an excitedly cooking Tsunashi-san.

G: We also bought chocolate and red wine for Valentine’s Day. I’ll show you a photo.

T: Really! There’s so much on the table!

G: There was no time to make them ourselves, so we bought ready-made ones.

G: We also brought a bit of the souvenirs from the cities we visited during Beach Live. It’s an appreciation of good food from different places.

[Choice 1]

T: Which one does Yaotome-san like the most?

G: For me, probably the red wine. It was the first time I could compare and appreciate red wine bought from places all around Japan. Lately, the taste of the wine produced by our country doesn’t lose to wine from overseas.

[Choice 2]

T: Which one does Kujo-san like the most?

G: For Tenn, probably the chocolate. He’s very weak to limited local products. He always says, “We’re already here,” and then buys a whole bunch.

[Choice 3]

T: Which one does Tsunashi-san like the most?

G: Ryu likes the crab most. During the celebration in Hokkaido, he happily ate a whole bunch as well. He seems to really like it.

T: An appreciation of good food from all around the world. How nice! We should try it next time as well!

G: Gathering souvenirs brought from all around the world by seven people would be really extravagant. Call on us then, too.

T: Okay! Definitely!

T: (sparkly Kinako emoji)

G: (laughing Kinako emoji)

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