#adding to be safe as usual

[king-magppi]

🪄🃏WAIT WAIT one last thing before I go to bed... Comfort ship doodle...🎠🧸

[mlmshark]

Okay genuinely I think there is such a bad pedophilia problem on mlm tumblr. I mlm post a lot, I love posting about boys and how much I love them and yearning and being needy and all that, but there is not enough separation of sfw and nsfw, especially between minors and adults. I recently looked through my followers on this account and there are so many people who are 20-25+, and I want to say that I don’t have problem with adults following me or interacting with me, this is specifically about what’s on their accounts, having “minors dni” on their profile and posting hardcore porn and shit. It says on my profile MULTIPLE times that I am 17. It says it in bio, on my introduction post, and I generally mention it a lot. I’ve gotten inappropriate messages from older accounts thinking that because I mlm post, I must be open to nsfw dms. Genuinely some of the messages I’ve gotten from you people are horrific, and they’ve all admitted to knowing I’m 17. One of yall was fucking 36 and you know who you are. I’ve had people reblog my sfw posts with nsfw tags and say really weird shit. This may be a grey area for some people because I’ve also mentioned that I’m turning 18 soon (September), but this is genuinely fucking gross. If you have “minors dni” in your profile and horny post, don’t fucking follow minors. If you are under the age of 18 and mlm post, or generally do any type of that posting, go through all of your followers and make sure that there’s no creeps. Stay safe.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

after finally playing scarlet witch long enough to get this icon ive decided that you really have to love wanda to get this icon

anyway Bonus cause Heh....... Fam.....

[mspeevee]

Eevee from today! Was only one I managed to draw a how busy it was. The prev eevee, bulbasaur, and ampharos have gone home today!

[legendaryfacecoffee]

I tried to draw myself in irl 🙃🫠

[todayisafridaynight]

yagami should get his back snapped in half like a toothpick if he wanna fuckin sleep on couches exclusively might as well be doin the same amount of damage

[thewingedwolf]

been rewatching tua and i completely forgot that klaus was sober in the 60s until Dave punches him and he relapses from the stress while still in the liquor store and then Dave leaves for Vietnam WAY EARLIER and then Ben, the only other person who knows Dave, dies and we get absolutely zero mention of how that is a super stressful thing to happen to Klaus holy shit!!! he’s just like, mostly sober existing in a universe where Dave goes to Vietnam younger and potentially never meets Klaus and can’t reminisce with Ben and doesn’t bring it up once!!

[izzy-b-hands]

Been having a weird time waking up (small panic attack and body aches) while my brain is bombarding me with fic ideas (if it wants them so badly then it should LET ME WRITE THEM TO COMPLETION AND PUBLISHING but i digress)

Including a drawfee moment inspired one that im tapping the general idea out here bc it might not ever make it to the page otherwise and it keeps rattling in my head and has been for over a month so

We're in s2. But different. Slightly, at least. Stede's still brought Ed back onboard after barely a day of him being gone (if that), and suggestions are flying for how to help everyone feel more comfortable together.

Including, at Stede's insistence, Drawing Lessons with Lucius.

It's very clear, as he directs them in their sketching, that they're drawing something that has Ed's head/face, like the rest of Lucius' current sketches, but perhaps the best/worst of the entire situation

Is Ed, in his punishment suit and bell, at the end of the table, attempting to sketch. Not doing badly at all, actually. Which is both fine and not fine for poor Lucius, who just really wishes he wasn't this close to Ed physically at all rn

And it builds and builds until he's jumping any time anyone so much as clears their throat, and then.

Ed shows confusion at the next instruction. It's slightly unusual, or seems that way at least, for the current drawing.

Cut to Lucius leaning down to Ed, and directly in his ear asking, hissing with barely held back frustration over ALL OF IT because fucking christ he TOLD Stede he wasn't ready for something like this let alone also involving Ed:

"Do you know what a rectangle is?!"

(relevant animation of this Drawfee bit can be found here, for context of some kind lmao. The link should start it right at the beginning of the right clip, but if it doesn't, then it starts at 1:10 in this video:

)

Idk what else to pad this idea with to attempt to make it a full fic, bc it feels like the next thing to happen is gonna be Ed and Lucius tackling each other and not in a sexy fun way

but I do absolutely have the next bit present in my head of like. Archie gently saying she does know what a rectangle is, but if anyone else is having trouble that's okay, maybe they can all share their progress while they wait for Teacher (Lucius) to be ready again; she's trying so hard to help hold the vibe together, showing off her lovely sketch in progress while Ed and Lucius tumble in the background (they're not really fighting, just sort of grappling. They don't actually want to hurt one another, but they're also not getting the Emotions out any other way so. Awkward slightly threatening grapple with each other while Stede lets Archie take over the sketching session, "you guys wanna draw a snake with Ed's face? I can teach you that, and it doesn't even involve any rectangles!" and a cheer goes up from them all.)

[pencopanko]

if you see me posting/reblogging Coco stuff after reblogging a shit ton of pro-Palestine posts, just know that I am trying to cope emotionally

[cherrylight]

hey.

im taking a mental health break off of this site/app. ill probably be on to like + check things, but i genuinely havent been active on most social media ever since the entire fiasco happened with my computer.

it wont be a wise thing, probably, considering one of my friends is giving me the cold shoulder even though i communicated to him a ton about it and then blames *me* for being the asshole to *him*. whatever. not exactly the point of this post.

i just have a lot of anger at that entire situation because its infuriating to say the least.

but yeah: hiatus/inactive for a bit, it might be long i have no idea. i just need to do things for me for a bit or at least just try to enjoy myself again. sorry in advance.

[buckets-of-creativity]

Desperately need a mod of this. Imagine shouting but you’re a teeny tiny cat. Every character you encounter is very skeptical of your abilities and then you kick ass with likely the absolute weirdest animations ever trying to crossover the biped with the little cat

On the other hand how the held is your character tied up? Are they deadass gonna behead a house cat sized khajiit? Thats simultaneously hysterical and pathetic

After my last post I can't stop thinking about the last dragonborn as an alfiq khajiit. Like imagine the intro but everyone is just talking to a fucking house-cat.

Serana wakes up after her vampire nap and opens her eyes to a fuckin cat.

[deepspacedarling]

✨ Xavier |❄️Zayne |🎨Rafayel |🐦‍⬛Sylus |🍎Caleb

Dad!Caleb always wants to have the baby in his arms. They're so small and delicate. The only place that they're truly safe is in his arms. Most of the time, he'll hold them so lovingly. Other times, he'll hold them like a football.

Dad!Caleb likes to match his outfit to the baby’s clothes. His favorite thing to do in the morning when he doesn't have to wear the colonel uniform is pick out what the two of them are going to wear. They're a matching set wherever they go.

Dad!Caleb added a new locket to his necklace. It’s got a lock of the baby’s hair from their first haircut in it.

Dad!Caleb loves and hates that the baby is exactly like him. They whine when you’re not around. They always want your attention. He understands why, after all you’re amazing, but he also wants to spend time with you too! He’ll get over it...probably.

Dad!Caleb watches the baby’s shows with them. You’ve found him laying on the ground during tummy time staring blankly at bouncing fruit sensory video before. That's when you know he needs a break.

Dad!Caleb hates that he can't be around as often as he wants. He has you facetime so he can see you and the baby whenever he has free time. There's so many close up pictures in his phone of the baby from weird angles. He loves all of them.

Dad!Caleb cries when the baby starts crying to confuse them and make them stop screaming. It usually works. He always looks smug when it does.

[rinasauruss]

closer than quiet

summary: Rafe is so tall he has to lean down to hear you better. that's it.

warnings: none, me thinks. just a suggestive line at the end ;P

word count: 590

AN: I couldn't help myself, so I wrote this blurb! this is my first time writing Rafe, let me know what you think! English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical or spelling errors. feedback is appreciated!

The soft hum of the waves was a steady background to the crackling of the bonfire, the flames dancing as the heat mixed with the cool bite of the night breeze. You stood near the fire, feeling the warmth spread through you, but the presence behind you was what made your skin tingle the most.

Rafe was close, an arm wrapped around your waist with a casual ease that made you feel both safe and exposed at the same time. His thumb traced slow, absent circles over your stomach, his other hand holding a beer with the same relaxed grip he used when he wasn’t thinking about much at all. Topper and Kelce were deep in conversation, their voices more distant than usual, as if the world around you had faded into something quieter. Rafe barely added to the chatter, content to stay in his own head—or maybe it was you who had his full attention. You weren’t sure, but it felt like you did.

You turned your head, looking up at him, a soft smile playing on your lips. "You good?" You asked it quietly, as though you already knew the answer, but you wanted to hear him say it anyway.

Rafe didn’t immediately respond, the sound of the ocean filling the silence. Instead, he leaned down, tilting his head as if to catch the softest whisper, even though you’d only spoken in your normal tone. His presence grew even more intense with the movement, his height hovering over you, his face drawing closer in that effortless, unspoken way that made you feel smaller and more drawn in with each inch.

"Hm?" His voice was low, just above a murmur, the sound of it vibrating through your chest.

You flushed at the gesture, a subtle warmth rising in your cheeks. His closeness, his height, the way he made the space around you feel like it shrank to just the two of you—it was disarming in the best way. His breath fanned over your skin, the warmth of it sending a shiver down your spine, and you could almost feel the heartbeat beneath his chest as he leaned in further.

You swallowed, your voice a little shakier this time. "You doing good?" You repeated, hoping your tone sounded steady, but there was no hiding the way he affected you.

Rafe’s grin tugged at the corner of his lips as he felt the slight hitch in your breath, his arm tightening around your waist, pulling you even closer. It was as though he knew exactly how much he was making you feel.

"Yeah, m'good, baby," he hummed, his voice deepening in that way it did when he was in his element. "Just thinking."

"About?" you asked, a whisper now, almost afraid to ask but too curious to hold back.

He tilted his head again, moving in just a little further, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. The closeness, the heat of his breath, was enough to send a shiver all the way down your spine, leaving you breathless.

The moment stretched between you, charged with unspoken words and everything that lay beneath the surface. The bonfire crackled, the night air was cool, but Rafe’s presence was all you could feel now, the pull of him drawing you in further than you’d ever planned to go.

His voice was soft, smooth, laced with that teasing edge that always made your heart skip a beat. "Just thinking about how much fun I’m gonna have taking this little dress off you later."

(support banner by @cafekitsune )

[buckysleftbicep]

cradles and chaos 𐙚 b.b

pairing: new avenger!bucky barnes x pregnant!fem!reader

warning: morning sickness, loads of fluff, and team shenanigans

summary: you wanted to surprise bucky with the news—you’re pregnant. the only problem? everyone else on the team found out first. cue the chaos.

word count: 3.5k

author's note: i love writing fics with teeth rotting fluff, genuinely love them so much! i hope you enjoy them, i love ya and stay safe out there!

requests are open! i love, love, love soft!bucky

The day started like any other.

Morning training. Groggy coffee run. Bucky kissing the top of your head before heading off to spar with Alexei and you trying not to gag at the smell of the protein powder he insisted on putting in his smoothie. Just the usual.

Until it hit you.

The wave of nausea crashed into your gut so suddenly that you barely made it to the compound bathroom in time. Knees on the cold tile, you gripped the toilet bowl and dry-heaved like you were trying to launch a demon from your oesophagus.

It was violent. Loud. And, unfortunately for you, not private.

Footsteps approached behind you, followed by a dry, unimpressed voice. “If this is your version of The Exorcist, you forgot the head spin. Come on, at least commit to the bit.”

You groaned. “Yelena, for the love of—”

She stepped inside without hesitation, casually grabbing a hair tie from her wrist and gathering your hair like this was a weekly occurrence. “Let me guess. Either Alexei made you try his ‘secret stamina shake’ again, or…” Her eyes narrowed. “You’re pregnant.”

Your blood ran cold.

“Wait,” she said, pausing mid-sentence. Her expression changed, slowly morphing into that wide-eyed look she got when she spotted a new target. “Wait. Wait.”

“Don’t—”

“YOU’RE PREGNANT.”

“Shhh!” You jumped up and flushed the toilet like it would somehow erase the moment. “Keep it down!”

Yelena’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “You are! Oh my god. I knew it. That explains the pickles and peanut butter at two in the morning. Also, the weird crying over that dog food commercial last week.”

“I was hormonal! That golden retriever had abandonment issues!”

“I’m not judging,” she said, clearly enjoying this too much. “I’m just honoured to be the first to know. Or like, second, I guess?”

You bit your lip. “…He doesn’t know yet, does he?”

She froze. “Wait. You haven’t told Bucky yet?”

You winced. “Not yet. I wanted to surprise him. Big surprise. Sweet. Emotional. Crying, maybe him, not me. I’ve cried enough.”

Yelena blinked twice. Then her hand flew to her chest in dramatic horror. “Oh my God. I am in charge of a secret. I’m responsible for withholding information from Barnes. Do you know what this means?”

“That I trust you?”

“That I’m going to be the best fucking godmother in the world.”

You finally breathed again, until she added, “Though… I am tempted to tell the others."

“Yelena.”

“Relax,” she said with a shrug. “Your secret’s safe. For now. But if you die, I get to raise the kid like a tiny assassin. Deal?”

“…Yelena.”

“Deal?”

“…Fine.”

She grinned, already scheming.

You had taken every precaution.

No more sparring. No caffeine. Your prenatal vitamins were hidden behind a bag of trail mix no one ever touched. You kept your hoodie on at all times, avoided combat drills, smiled through nausea, and faked normalcy like your life depended on it.

But Ava wasn’t the type to be fooled by quiet exits and thicker sweatshirts.

She didn’t ask questions. She didn’t need to. She just watched. The way a blade waits in the dark, calculating without moving. You could feel it—her eyes on you during training, her steps falling in line behind yours a little more often than before.

One morning, you reached for your weighted vest only to find it mysteriously lighter. Five pounds missing. No explanation. She said nothing.

Then one night in the rec room, you were curled up on the couch half-watching some movie you’d already forgotten the plot of, when a packet of ginger chews landed softly in your lap. You looked up, startled.

Ava didn’t turn. She was sitting in the armchair across the room, casually typing something on her tablet like she hadn’t just sniped you with snacks.

“You gagged in the elevator this morning,” she said, still not looking at you. “Second time this week.”

You blinked, fingers tightening around the ginger chews. “I—maybe I’m just coming down with something.”

She didn’t answer. Just gave the softest hum. Like she was humoring you. You waited for her to press, to demand answers, to ask what Bucky somehow hadn’t noticed yet.

But she didn’t.

“You’re not gonna say anything?” you asked after a beat, quieter now.

“I don’t care,” she said, voice flat, eyes on her screen. “Unless you get yourself killed. Then it becomes my problem.”

You exhaled through your nose, smiling despite yourself. “So this is you being… concerned?”

“This is me avoiding paperwork.”

You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing. Ava didn’t do affection, not in the traditional sense. She did proximity. Action. Silence that somehow felt like reassurance. She didn’t say much, but she never missed anything.

“Don’t carry anything heavy,” she added after a moment, her tone just as even, like she was reading off a grocery list.

Over the next week, you noticed the little things.

A decaf coffee cup on your desk, slid across the surface wordlessly while she passed by. Her cutting her own training short to spot you during stretches, silent and watchful, and you were never more grateful.

Once, you opened your locker and found a small bottle of prenatal vitamins tucked neatly beside your usual supplements. The label had been peeled off. There was no note. But you knew exactly where they came from.

Bucky, meanwhile, remained adorably clueless.

He still kissed your cheek every morning, still asked if you wanted spicy noodles, the ramen kind for dinner, still rubbed your back when you sighed too hard without even realising why you were sighing.

“You’ve seemed kinda tired lately,” he said one night, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You okay?”

And just like that, Bucky let it go.

The next morning, there was a new water bottle waiting on your desk. One of those fancy ones with the hours marked on the side like hydration was a full-time job. You didn’t need to guess who left it there.

Ava just knew. And that was enough.

It was bound to happen.

You were doing your best. Truly. Between Yelena’s feral excitement and Ava’s silent protection, you were managing.

Bucky was still clueless (somehow), not that you were complaining, and the rest of the team had stayed suspiciously uninvolved.

But then came Alexei.

Loud, dramatic, built like a brick wall and absolutely no understanding of what the word subtle meant.

You didn’t mean for him to find out. In fact, you weren’t even in the room when it happened.

It started in the kitchen.

You’d left your tea steeping on the counter—ginger with a splash of lemon, the only thing that didn’t make you want to retch—and stepped out to grab your hoodie from the lounge.

Two minutes. Maybe less.

And that’s when disaster struck.

Alexei strolled in, whistling some vaguely patriotic tune, spotted the mug, and immediately sniffed it like a bloodhound. You weren’t even there to defend yourself.

“Hm,” he muttered to himself. “This tea… I know this tea. My babushka (russian for grandmother) used to make this for woman in village. When they were… what’s word? With child.”

From across the kitchen island, Yelena looked up from her cereal with mild panic in her eyes.

“Do not do this,” she warned, spoon halfway to her mouth.

Alexei didn’t listen.

Instead, he sniffed the tea again, leaned back with both hands on his hips like some kind of Soviet sommelier, and declared, “It is pregnancy tea! Very good for nausea. Calms stomach. Boosts circulation. Ancient remedy.”

Yelena slowly set her spoon down. “Alexei—”

“WAIT.” His eyes widened. “IS SHE WITH CHILD?!”

You walked in just in time to see him throw both hands into the air and look around like he expected confetti to fall from the ceiling. “IS THERE A BABY? ARE WE HAVING BABY?!”

Yelena let her head thunk against the table. “You absolute moron.”

Alexei turned to her with wild-eyed enthusiasm. “YOU KNOW?!”

“Of course I knew, you donkey. Bucky doesn't, yet."

He gasped like someone had stabbed him—but dramatically, like an actor in a very bad stage play. “You betray me! I am her family. I am her protector. I am baby future grandfather!”

“I’m gonna throw up,” Yelena muttered.

And then he saw you.

Alexei’s expression softened, somehow, impossibly, turning from full-volume chaos to absolute, genuine awe. He crossed the room in two heavy strides, grabbed your hands in his like you were made of glass, and stared at you like you were the eighth wonder of the world.

“You,” he said, lowering his voice like it physically hurt him to be gentle, “are miracle.”

“Okay—”

“No, listen. You are tiny, like small baby rabbit, but you carry powerful legacy. You carry strength. Heart. Warrior blood."

Alexei cupped your face—not quite gently, but at least without crushing your skull—and nodded to himself like he was solving a world crisis. “I will protect this child with everything I have. I will teach them discipline. Honour. How to disarm man in six seconds. Also fishing.”

“Alexei—”

“Shhh.” He tapped your forehead. “Little Starfish, you are busy now. You grow hero. I will build cradle. I have plans already. And foam. And tools. Maybe missile too.”

You stared at him.

“…Please don’t put missiles near the baby.”

“Decorative.”

Yelena snorted.

Alexei turned back to her. “We need banner. And possibly anthem. Something that plays when child enters room.”

You sighed into your palm. “No one is making an anthem for the baby.”

He placed a hand over his chest. “We see.”

You didn’t mean to drag John into it. Not directly, anyway.

But desperate times called for desperate measures.

You were curled up on the compound couch one afternoon, hoodie pulled over your knees, watching a rerun of Shark Tank and trying your absolute best not to commit murder out of pure hormonal rage when the craving hit, hard, out of nowhere.

You held out for a few minutes—tried breathing, counting backwards, chewing on the inside of your cheek. But by minute five, your resolve crumbled. You pulled out your phone and fired off a text.

you up? can you get me mango gummies. and pickles and vanilla yogurt. not greek. please.

There was a pause. Then:

Walker: you want me to bring you pickles and yogurt?

You: together. in the same container. i'm gonna dip them.

Another pause. Longer.

Walker: that's weird, but I’m on my way.

True to his word, John showed up twenty minutes later, slightly out of breath like he had sprinted through a Costco. He had two grocery bags in hand and a look on his face that said he had seen war—but nothing quite like this.

“Okay,” he said, dropping the bags like they might detonate, “I got four kinds of yogurt because I didn’t know what you meant, three kinds of pickles because apparently there are options, and the mango gummies."

You blinked, mildly overwhelmed. “You're a hero."

He didn’t move. Just stood there, watching as you cracked open the yogurt, dunked a pickle, and took a bite like it was the most normal thing in the world. You let out a blissed-out sigh.

John stared, horrified. “You’re really eating that?"

“Yup.”

“Like... voluntarily?”

“It’s good.”

He sat down beside you slowly, arms crossed like a disappointed gym teacher. “I don’t think that’s how taste buds work.”

You shrugged, popping another pickle. “Maybe not for you.”

There was a long silence. Then John tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling like it held answers. “Okay,” he muttered. “You cried during that dog adoption video last week.”

“So did you,” you pointed out.

“Yeah, but you sobbed. Like, full on ugly cry. For twenty minutes. Over a golden retriever named Meatball.”

“He was alone in the shelter for six years.”

“And then there’s the naps. The weird tea. The fact that Ava’s been hovering. And now you’re eating that.” He gestured vaguely at your snack combo, then narrowed his eyes.

“Wait. You sparred with me the other day and said my voice gave you a headache.”

You didn’t even look up. “Sometimes it does.”

His eyes went wide. “Oh my God. You’re pregnant.”

You froze, mid-bite.

He gasped and stood up so fast the couch groaned. “You’re pregnant, and I gave you a concussion last month!”

“I was already pregnant,” you said flatly. “You just didn’t know it.”

“Oh my God.” He started pacing, one hand on his head. “I told you to lift heavier weights. I told you to jump off that ledge. You had two plates of nachos for breakfast last week and I mocked you.”

“John—”

“I called you a sleepy turtle.”

“John,"

He turned, wild-eyed. “Am I complicit?”

You blinked. “In the pregnancy?”

He looked genuinely uncertain. You let out a long breath. “No, John. You are not.”

There was a pause. A beat of silence. Then he nodded once and walked to the kitchen like a man on a mission. A minute later, he returned with a glass of orange juice and handed it to you like it was a peace offering from a defeated warrior.

After that, he slumped onto the couch beside you with a dramatic sigh, arms flopping out over the cushions.

“I’m gonna be such a bad uncle,” he muttered.

You nudged him gently with your shoulder. “You’ll be fine.”

“I brought four kinds of yogurt.”

You smiled. “You’ll be great.”

Bob found out by accident.

You were in the mess hall, quietly sipping ginger tea and trying not to vomit over the smell of John’s overly seasoned reheated chili, when Bob slid into the seat across from you with a smile and a soft, “Hey.”

“Hey,” you managed.

He blinked at the tea. Then at the saltines. Then at the way you were ever-so-subtly glaring at the chili across the room like it had personally wronged you.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” you said too fast. “Fine. Just a headache.”

Bob’s brows pinched together. He looked concerned. Thoughtful. And then, as if connecting puzzle pieces like the others had in real time, tilted his head. “Wait. Is this… like a headache-headache or a pregnant and trying not to barf from chili fumes headache?”

You froze.

His eyes widened. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Are you—?”

You sighed, smiling sheepishly. “You weren’t supposed to find out yet.”

He immediately looked horrified. “I wasn’t supposed to find out—oh my god—was this a secret? I didn’t mean to—I just—I saw the tea and the crackers and you’re glowing a little and—"

“Bob,” you laughed, “it’s okay.”

He relaxed slightly, cheeks flushed. “Does Bucky know?”

“Not yet.”

Bob pressed his lips together. Then nodded. “I won’t say a word.”

You smiled. “Thanks, Bob.”

He hesitated. Then softly, genuinely, “Congratulations (y/n), you’re gonna be an amazing mum."

And with that, he stood, walked off quietly, and—ten minutes later—came back and wordlessly slid you a chocolate milkshake with a note taped to the cup that read:

“For when the smell finally clears. – Bob”

You stared after him as he walked off, hands in his jacket pockets, head slightly bowed like he hadn’t just completely melted your heart.

Bucky wasn’t supposed to be back yet.

You had counted on at least two more hours, just enough time to hide the half-built, borderline indestructible crib Alexei had wheeled in, distract John before he could bust out his laminated “Uncle Training Schedule,” and maybe, if the stars aligned, finally scrub the yogurt stain off your hoodie.

But the mission ended early. Debrief went faster than expected. And now your husband stood in the doorway of your shared bedroom, still in half his tactical gear, brow furrowed as he took in the scene before him.

There was a crib on the floor, if you could even call it that. John was crouched beside it, cross-legged, a wrench between his knees. Alexei was hammering something loudly and completely unnecessarily.

You were mid-movement, frozen between hiding a pink baby blanket under the bed and whisper-screaming at Alexei to shut up.

Bucky blinked, stepping forward just slightly. “Why is there… furniture in our room?”

“It’s not furniture. It’s a cradle.” Ava replied, almost flatly.

There was a beat. Bucky’s frown deepened. “Why is there a cradle in our room?”

Alexei perked up immediately, beaming, holding up what might’ve once been a baby mobile, now covered in polished throwing stars. “Because you, my friend are going to be papa!”

Silence.

The kind of silence that settled in your bones. Bucky’s eyes scanned the room slowly, the cradle, the weapons-grade mobile, the glittery “CONGRATULATIONS?” banner that Yelena had duct-taped across the headboard. And then, finally, his gaze landed on you.

He looked confused. Careful. Like he couldn’t quite trust what he was seeing.

His voice came soft, hesitant. “You’re… what?”

Your heart was hammering. You took a breath and straightened slowly, hands behind your back, nerves thrumming through your fingertips. “I was going to tell you,” you said gently. “I had a plan. There were cupcakes. A playlist.”

Bucky blinked, still reeling.

John, who had been trying very hard to fade into the wallpaper, raised a hand slightly and said, “Yelena ruined the cupcakes.”

You turned your head slowly. “John.”

“She punched one!” he said quickly.

“It had a baby face on it." Bob quipped.

Yelena’s voice floated in from the hallway. “It was smiling at me wrong!”

Bucky blinked, trying, and failing, to process any of it. His eyes drifted back to you, still full of questions, still locked somewhere between shock and awe.

And then you reached for his hands. Everything softened.

You stepped toward him slowly, reaching for his hands. He let you take them without hesitation, but still stared down at them like they didn’t quite belong to him yet.

“I didn’t want to drop this on you before a mission,” you said softly. “I wanted to wait until it felt like our moment. Something small and quiet. Just us.”

Another beat of silence. And then something shifted.

His shoulders dropped. His hands tightened around yours.

Then he looked up, and everything changed.

You watched it all happen in real time. The realisation, the wonder and the warmth. His features softened, lips parting as his eyes filled with something impossibly tender. Awe bloomed like sunlight breaking through storm clouds.

“You’re really having my baby,” he whispered, like the words alone could undo him.

Your throat tightened. “I’m really having your baby.”

He moved before you could say another word. One hand came up to cradle your cheek, the other curling around the small of your back as he kissed you—softly at first, then deeper, slower. Like he wanted to memorise the moment through touch, like he was anchoring himself in you.

When he pulled back, his eyes were glassy. His forehead pressed against yours, breath trembling.

“I didn’t know I could love you more than I already did,” he murmured. “But you proved me wrong.”

You smiled through the tears. “That’s my job.”

His hands slipped to your waist, pulling you against him fully. One palm eased down to rest over your stomach, warm and steady, and stayed there.

You could feel it in the way his thumb moved—small, gentle strokes over the fabric. Like he was already in love with the tiny life growing there.

A shaky laugh escaped him, part joy, part disbelief. “We’re gonna be parents.”

“Yeah,” you whispered. “We are.”

He kissed your forehead. Then your nose. Then your cheek. He couldn’t stop touching you, holding you, grounding himself in every tiny, real part of this.

You let yourself lean into it, into him, feeling more whole than you ever had in your life.

"God, I love you". Bucky said softly.

“Even after I’ve eaten yogurt-dipped pickles?” you teased gently, chin tilted up.

He pulled back just enough to raise an eyebrow. “That was you?”

“Still recovering from that." John mumbled.

Alexei cleared his throat dramatically. “I play anthem now?”

Yelena appeared in the doorway, cupcake in one hand, "Come on guys, let them have their moment.”

Bucky glanced around the room, eyes still soft but amused. “Wait. You all knew?”

Every head nodded.

He let out a slow, incredulous laugh and looked down at you again, full of something so warm it made your knees wobble.

“Well, damn,” he whispered. “Guess I’m the last to know.”

You smiled, eyes shimmering. “Yeah, but you’re the first to feel our baby kick.”

And right then, perfect, almost surreal, you felt it.

A flutter beneath his hand. A tiny, impossible shift.

His breath caught. His gaze snapped to yours. “Was that—?”

You nodded, tears spilling. “Yeah.”

“Oh my god,” he whispered, dropping to his knees in front of you, hand still over your stomach, lips brushing gently against the space just below your navel. “Hi, sweetheart. It’s me. I’m your dad.”

You laughed through your tears, fingers threading through his hair as your team stood quietly in the background, letting the room finally fall into peace.

And in that moment, with his hand on your belly, your heart in his hands, and the promise of forever in the air, Bucky looked up at you like you were his whole future.

Because you were.

[elliotsgrl]

somebody's watching me ♡

pairing: jinu x f! reader

synopsis: the sexual tension between you and jinu finally snaps in the bathroom of a nightclub.

warnings: smut, possessive! jinu, tiny bit of toxic! jinu (sorry), degradation, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, overstimulation, forced creampie; read responsibly!! (PLEASE stay safe. wrap it before you tap it!) will proofread later lol

a/n: i'm SOOO down bad for jinu it's insane... i would give up my soul so quick (and my virginity) i got carried away at the end cause i'm currently ovulating ok bye

thank you to @angelltheninth for originally writing the idea i had commented under their post! this is just my own spin on it :)

divider creds: @anitalenia

ever since you and the huntrix girls had seen the saja boys perform soda pop, things felt... weird. not only were these boys secretly demons in human form, but you had felt yourself being weirdly drawn to the group's leader, jinu. maybe it was their demon charm? this must have been the same way they got so many fangirls and fanboys gushing over them.

you were even more weirded out when you felt jinu's gaze focused on you after they finished performing their song. for your own good, you chose to ignore the chills that went down your spine and how hot your body was getting from his intense stare. you knew getting involved with a demon of all people would never end well. he could devour your soul at any moment, for fuck's sake!

nightfall had arrived, and the girls had come to a consensus that they would like to let loose at a nightclub. this nightclub was highly exclusive, which meant you would not have to worry about getting bombarded by crazed fans. you were all getting ready at rumi's place so you could leave together.

you had put on one of the hottest outfits that you had in your closet, pairing it with platform heels to give your outfit an even sexier vibe. you felt like you needed to change things up a bit and do something out of the ordinary for once. mira and zoey were usually the crazy ones, but you decided to join them in their craziness this time.

before leaving, you had taken some pictures of you and the girls as well as taking solo pictures to post on your story on your secret spam page on instagram. it was public, but only a certain amount of people knew about it. you liked it that way. you had posted a picture of yourself on your story, adding the song i wish you roses by kali uchis with the caption "goin to (clubname) <3", while trailing behind the girls who were already by the door to get to rumi's personal driver waiting outside.

you all got in the car, with rumi in the passenger's seat. you, zoey, and mira were in the back seat, talking amongst each other as the driver made his way to the nightclub. even though you ignored how you felt earlier because of the way jinu was looking at you, you still felt like you could talk to them about it, but you were going to make sure you would conveniently leave that part out.

zoey was right next to you, laughing at something silly that mira said. you lightly thwacked zoey's shoulder, snapping her out of it.

"hey, what the heck was that for?!" zoey whined, grabbing her shoulder. mira looked over at you, while rumi turned around to see what was going on.

"you'll be fine, zo. i had to get your attention somehow-" you shrugged, making mira stifle a laugh.

"anywho, was it just me or is there something really off about the saja boys, i mean, other than the fact that they're demons, of course..."

the girls were silent, staring at you like you were some kind of conspiracy theorist. "guys, hear me out. did you guys not see jinu staring at me very oddly after they were done performing soda pop?!" zoey pretended to think, while mira scratched her head, and rumi was looking around like she was being pranked.

"i was too busy staring at abby to even notice what jinu was doing, to be honest with you." zoey chimed. "those abs..." zoey began to drool, reminiscing what abby looked like when his shirt popped open. right then and there you gathered that zoey would be no help.

"i don't understand, what do you mean he was staring at you "very oddly"?" mira asked, with her eyebrow raised. she looked very confused with what you were saying.

"what i mean, is, he was staring at me like he wanted to devour my soul! how did you guys not notice this?!" you felt like you were going insane. rumi had broken her silence by letting out a quiet chuckle. "y/n, do you have a crush on this guy or something? because we're all so lost trying to understand you.."

you felt your cheeks heat up. there is NO way you have a crush on that demon!! although you have to admit he is very attractive. not to the girls, obviously. you did not want to give them another reason to tease you further.

"what?! no!!! why would i have a crush on the enemy??? you know what, forget it." you let out a long sigh. there was a short pause before the girls mumbled a quick "okay.." and resumed what they were doing.

you opened up instagram, switching to your secret account. you enjoyed the little community you had built. it felt authentic, interacting with your mutuals during your free time. your story had already been getting likes and comments. as you were mindlessly scrolling through the viewers, a username you were unfamiliar with was at the bottom.

who the heck is j63249? you thought.

you furrowed your brows, clicking on the username. the profile had zero followers, and was not following anyone. you assumed it was just a random instagram user who happened to stumble across your page. you brushed it off, closing out of the instagram app and leaned your head on the car window for the rest of the ride.

mira's driver had finally made it to the club. you all stepped out of the car, heading into the club's entrance. mira's driver honked as he drove off.

the loud bass of the music could be felt through your whole body as you held mira's hand to make your way through the crowd. you and the girls were headed to the bar to have a few drinks to get buzzed, and would be going to the dance floor afterwards.

as you were sipping on your drink at the bar and laughing with the girls, you felt something. you felt like someone had been staring at you. you slowly turned around to where the crowd was, and you saw nothing. everyone seemed to be engrossed in whatever they were doing. people dancing, couples making out, but no one was staring at you. so, what was that presence you felt?

you refused to let whatever that nagging stare was ruin your night. you had dragged the girls to the dance floor when your favorite song came on, singing the lyrics word for word and dancing on rumi. despite all the fun you were having, that uncomfortable feeling of being watched never went away. it was starting to drive you nuts. you needed to escape. and quickly.

you yelled into rumi's ear, "i'm going to the bathroom, i'll be right back!" rumi nodded, giving your hand a quick squeeze. you slithered past zoey and mira to leave the crowd. you laughed to yourself seeing their dance moves. after leaving the crowd, you had let out a breath you did not even realize you were holding.

you quickly scurried into the private bathroom, locking the door behind you. you stared at yourself in the mirror, grabbing onto the sink. "am i losing my fucking mind?" you muttered to yourself. a figure had appeared from a purple mist behind you, making you shriek loudly.

you could not believe what you were seeing right now. the figure was jinu, smirking at your reflection. you scowled back at him in the mirror and began to stomp towards the exit. as you reached for the doorknob, a sudden force pulled you back, leading you straight into jinu's arms and leaving zero space between the two of you.

"not so fast, little human." jinu's voice sounded like velvet. you wondered what he wanted with you. no matter, you had to find a way to get out of here, far away from him. this was not the time to be fraternizing with the enemy. you tried to slap him to get him to release you from his hold but he effortlessly grabbed your wrist, leading you to let out a gasp.

"what the hell do you want from me?" you questioned, struggling in his grip. jinu's eyes slowly traveled down to your outfit then back up at you. was he seriously checking you out right now? you felt so naked and exposed.

"cute outfit." jinu chuckled darkly, tilting his head.

"but i don't like anyone else seeing what's mine." jinu wore an angry expression on his face. his eyes flashed yellow, and you were starting to get more freaked out by the second.

you scoffed. "have you gone mad? i do not belong to you!” you paused, furrowing your brows in confusion. "wait... how did you even know we would be here?"

"you crazy demon stalker! let go of me! ugh!" you attempted to get out of his grip once more. your bodies pressing together was starting to make you feel things that you shouldn't be.

"i don't think so, darling." jinu smirked. "you weren't exactly discreet about your whereabouts on your instagram..." jinu said, in a condescending tone. you looked at him dumbfounded, connecting the dots. he was the one who had been watching you in the club like a hawk.

"so, it was you creeping on my page. i didn't realize there was a wi-fi connection in the depths of hell." you spat. jinu looked at you with amusement.

"and why the fuck were you watching me so hard? do you not realize how creepy and weird that is? i guess you wouldn't, since you're a demon." jinu's expression soured for a quick moment. you bit back a smirk, knowing you had successfully gotten under his skin.

"you think you're funny, hm?"

"i had to make sure no one touched what is rightfully mine." jinu released your wrist, trailing his long finger down your arm. this immediately gave you goosebumps, which did not go unnoticed by jinu.

"and what makes you so sure that i'm yours?" you stared at jinu with a skeptical look, as the gap between your faces was beginning to get smaller.

jinu leaned down into your ear, speaking softly. "i know you feel it too, y/n, you don't have to keep resisting me." jinu grabbed your waist so you couldn't run away again. he left a soft kiss on your ear, with his lips trailing down the side of your neck. he was leaving wet kisses on your neck. you were using all of your willpower to stop yourself from moaning.

of course you felt it too. but this was not supposed to be happening. what would the girls think if they knew what was going on right now? getting handsy with your sworn enemy? you couldn't. you had to end this.

"jinu- stop it." you gripped his hair in an unsuccessful attempt to pry him away from your neck. instead, he bit on your neck, leading you to let out a loud moan.

"are you sure you want me to stop?" jinu resumed his wet kisses on your neck, gripping your waist harder. he moved his kisses up to your jaw, then pulled away so that you were face to face now.

"i do, now let go of me. we shouldn't be doing this." you said, putting your hands on his shoulders to push him away from you. before you could push him away, he placed his lips on yours. you had kissed him back, but you quickly used all of your strength to pull him away from your lips, leaving the both of you breathing heavily.

you were conflicted, wondering how something so bad for you could also be good for you at the same time. fuck it, you thought.

you gave into your desires, grabbing his shirt to pull him back into a heated kiss. you were both moaning and jinu used the opportunity to put his tongue in your mouth, swirling his tongue with yours as you kissed each other roughly. jinu lifted you up into his arms, with you wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. he placed you on the bathroom counter, getting in between your legs as you continued making out.

jinu pulled away from you, a string of saliva connecting your lips while he pulled the straps of your dress down to reveal your breasts. your nipples were already hard and standing at attention. jinu flicked both nipples, making your body twitch. an erotic gasp came from your mouth when he leaned down to suck one of the hard buds, pinching the other nipple. you gripped onto his hair, biting your lip.

jinu's hand left your nipple and trailed down your thighs, spreading them open. he ran a finger over your clothed clit, groaning on your nipple after feeling your wetness. he let go of your nipple to face you, a cocky grin on his face. “i wonder who got you this wet.”

you were not going to give him the satisfaction. instead, you muttered “shut up,” as you pulled his face back to yours. you sucked on his bottom lip before going back to explore each other’s mouths. jinu raised the fabric of your dress up to get better access to your aching cunt. he pulled your underwear down your leg, and you assisted him in kicking them off.

jinu rubbed his index and middle fingers around your opening, gathering your slick on his fingers. he slowly put his middle finger inside you, making you break the kiss and dig your nails into his shoulders, moaning desperately.

he moved his finger in and out of you, slowly. he watched you to see your reaction to his one finger opening you up. "you're so fucking tight. i don't think you'll be able to take my dick, honey." jinu's finger in you moved faster. you threw your head back against the mirror, whimpering pathetically.

jinu grabbed your throat to get you to face him. "it'll fit," you choked out, barely able to utter a sentence. "more..." you chanted, wanting his fingers to stuff you full before the real thing.

jinu added his index finger to your sopping hole, your cunt was squelching from how wet you were. jinu curled his fingers inside you and used his thumb to rub on your clit, sending you into overdrive. you were grinding your hips into his fingers, chasing the release that would soon be around the corner.

"you like it when i fuck your slutty pussy with my fingers, baby?" jinu questioned. you nodded, breathing heavily. he was not happy with your response. he let go of your throat to give you a light tap on your cheek, scolding you.

"ah, ah, ah. use your words, sweetie." he demanded, his hand wrapping itself back around your throat. "yes, i love it, i love it so much. please don't stop," you begged, grabbing onto his arm that was choking you.

jinu smirked triumphantly at your compliance. "that's a good girl." he looked down at his soaked fingers sliding in and out of you. the thought of getting your wetness all over him made his dick twitch in his pants.

"jinu- i'm close-" you panted out, your breathing was getting heavier and heavier as you felt that familiar build up about to reach it's breaking point.

"you gonna cum on my fingers, love? cum for me."

your orgasm washed over you not long after jinu coaxed your release. you had your mouth wide open in an "o" shape as your legs started to shake uncontrollably, arching your back against the mirror as he helped you ride out your high. you had never come that hard before, even by yourself. you leaned back, letting out a sigh as jinu released his grip on your throat.

jinu slowly pulled his fingers out of you, putting his fingers in his mouth to taste your cum. he groaned, cleaning up the mess you made on his fingers while savoring your sweet taste. "you taste divine, love." he grabbed your chin, putting his mouth on yours to let you taste yourself on his tongue.

you reached in between you to rub on his bulge through his pants, making him growl in your mouth. the kiss got more desperate, as jinu grabbed your breasts and you hastily unbuckled his belt. he broke the kiss to unbutton his jeans, pulling his big dick out of his briefs. his dick was huge, veiny, and pre cum was leaking out of the tip. you let out a quiet gasp. your cunt throbbed at the sight. was that really going to go inside you?

he spread your thighs wider, slapping his fat tip against your clit, making you whine. he rubbed his girthy length all over your lips, mixing his pre cum with your slick. he hissed as he put the tip inside your tight hole. you let out a sharp moan and pushed him back out. jinu grabbed your wrist, pinning it up to the mirror.

"uhn uhn, you said it could fit, remember?"

"it's too big- mmph!" you squealed, feeling jinu push his thick length deeper into you. he was stretching your tight cunt out to the limit, and it hurt so good.

jinu pushed more and more of his thick dick into you, making you cry out with every inch that made it's way into your snug walls. when he finally got all of him inside you, he wore an evil grin on his face. you were his now. your pussy was his, whether you liked it or not.

"don't move yet-" you babbled, trying to get used to the feeling of being stuffed full by the biggest dick you've ever had. jinu didn't move. he leaned into your neck to kiss and bite it while you were adjusting. you unconsciously clenched around him as he kissed your neck. he groaned in your neck, rolling his hips into you.

you freed your wrist from his grip, pulling his face back up to yours. you whispered on his lips, "you can move now..." he immediately pulled his length out and slammed it back in. you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, resting your arms around his shoulder. you both were moaning onto each other's mouths as jinu rocked in and out of you at a steady pace.

"faster..." you commanded. you swore you saw his eyes flicker a shade of yellow right before he started to plow into you. you were already starting to cream all over jinu's dick, you couldn't think straight; it felt so damn good.

"can't you see that we were meant to be together? look how your body responds to me." jinu breathes, glancing down at where the two of you were connected.

"i bet no one else has fucked you this good, have they?" jinu questioned. you decided not to answer, too caught up in how good you were feeling. he slapped your breast harshly as he fucked you, making you scream.

"answer me, slut." jinu growled, his eyebrows furrowing. your pussy throbbed around him at the degradation.

"no, they haven't-- shit!" his dick hit a certain spot inside you, making you see stars. he let out a menacing laugh, realizing he has you right where he wants you.

"that's right, only i can fuck this pussy like this, and make you cum on this dick like this." jinu grabs your thighs, thrusting into you harder and faster.

you mindlessly agree, "mhm, no one else, jinu. keep fucking me just like that," you wailed. one of your arms resting on his shoulders finds its way to his hair, gripping onto it.

"kiss me," you pant against jinu's lips, wanting to feel him close to you. he wasted no time in claiming your mouth. the kiss was slow, wet, and passionate. jinu slowed his thrusts to match the pace of your kissing. each thrust was getting you closer to the edge. your walls clamped down on jinu's dick, letting him know you would cum soon. he reluctantly let go of your lips to ask,

"gonna cum again?"

with hazed eyes, you nodded slowly. he rubbed slow circles on your sensitive clit, adding extra stimulation. it didn't take long for you to start falling apart on his cock.

"cum on this dick, baby," jinu purred, speeding up his thrusts once more.

"mmf- coming!" you murmured, feeling the familiar buildup rising in your core, ready to explode.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your whole body convulsing as you came on jinu's thick cock, your grip on him getting even tighter. jinu grunted from being squeezed so tightly by you, fucking you through your orgasm.

you let out a blissful sigh as you came down from your second high of the night. you thought jinu would finally take it easy on you, but he was not. he continued to drill himself roughly into you.

"jinu, i'm still sensitive!" you yelped, holding onto his shoulders. he pinched your right nipple, leading you to sob from the overstimulation.

"you think you're the only one who gets to finish, whore? no. i'm gonna fill this pussy up, to ruin you for any other man but me." jinu roared, cupping your right breast in his hand.

in a panicked tone, you gasped, "wait, don't cum inside me!" you knew you would be forever bound to him if he were to cum inside you. it would be a point of no return, with you at his mercy.

"that's not up to you to decide, my love." jinu smiled sinfully, his canines on full display. you looked at him frightfully while your heart rate sped up. "the fear in your eyes only makes me want to fill you up even more." his voice had went down a few octaves, the demon side of him was itching to come out.

jinu bit onto your shoulder, growling, as he spilled his warm cum inside you. you whined out in pain and ecstasy, feeling his canines digging into your skin and his release filling you up. you hated that you enjoyed it. his thrusts came to a complete stop while his cock went limp inside you.

you both were catching your breath, the aftermath of everything was now starting to hit you. what had you done? you put your hands on your face, shaking your head. you have no idea how you were going to face the girls after what just went down.

you removed your hands from your face, glaring at jinu. the bastard had the audacity to cockwarm you, wearing a cocky grin on his face. looking at his pretty face just made you angrier. "pull out of me, now." you sneered, putting your hands on his chest to push him out. being the stubborn demon that he is, he would not move. you groaned in frustration.

"you got what you wanted, now pull out of me already!" jinu obliged your request, slowly removing his cock from your hole. his cum was now leaking out of you. you rolled your eyes in annoyance. "this is exactly why i told you not to cum inside me." you sighed, pulling the straps of your dress back up. you reached over to the paper towels to clean yourself up, but jinu reached it first, carefully wiping away the cum that was leaking out. he used his fingers to push the rest of the cum back in your hole.

"what the fuck do you think you're doing? unh!" you choked, gripping his wrist to remove his fingers. you were not going to fall into his trap again. jinu chuckled, using his demon force to remove himself from your hold, successfully trapping you in place to keep you from moving, so he could continue to finger you.

"it seems like you still don't understand that this pussy belongs to me. i guess i have to show you." jinu put his thumb on your clit again, rubbing on it as he continued fingering his cum back inside you.

you wailed out, "jinu! stop! it's too much!" your thighs were beginning to shake, letting out broken moans. jinu leaned in to your ear, whispering, "tell me this pussy is mine and i'll stop." you were done fighting. you would do anything to stop the torture.

"fine! this pussy is yours... now stop!" you surrendered, wanting the delicious but dangerous pleasure to end. jinu bit on your earlobe, grunting in a disapproving tone.

"say it like you mean it, baby." jinu demanded, increasing the pace of his fingers inside you. you were already getting so close.

"this pussy is all yours, i promise," you rasped, so close to having your third release. "i'm almost there, don't stop, please," you hissed, rolling your hips on his fingers.

"good girl, now come for me." jinu praised, stretching your cunt out on his fingers. you screamed out, your body vibrating as you had yet another orgasm from jinu. this demon was going to be the death of you. he released his grip on you, pulling your face to his for a wet kiss. you slowly pulled away from each other, breathing rapidly.

"you're all mine now, and don't you ever forget it."

a/n: i hope you all enjoyed it! 🥹 i'm still an amateur writer trying to improve my writing so i'm sorry in advance if it's not the best 😔 constructive criticism is very much appreciated!!! <3 also open to writing another part if anyone has any ideas!!!