#and honestly Bill is a content warning in and out of himself

[oddballwriter]

Calling Them your Husband

Warnings: nothing really 

Author’s Snip: I just wanted to make some tooth-rotting fluff so enjoy

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Steven Grant

When you call him your husband, it was originally a joke, sort of

Your friend called you while you were out doing errands with Steven and they asked what you were doing, to which you said "I'm out with my husband getting stuff done."

Steven just blushes and does that goofy little smile he does because he's never heard you say that but now he wants to hear it all the time now

You guys are in a long committed relationship together and you two have been living together for some time now but he's been too anxious to ask about possibly getting married some day. Not knowing if that's something you want or if you just want to cohabitate as a couple instead

But now that he heard you refer to him as your husband (even if it was a little joke) he wants to marry you in a heartbeat so that you can actually call him your husband and he can call you his wife/husband/spouse

He just thinks about it the whole day but doesn't say anything to see if you will call him that again in case pointing it out will cause you to stop. He is a bit more affectionate though, sneaking in a pick on the cheek or something and secretly making goo-goo eyes at you

When you get home and you aren't in range of seeing it Steven starts looking up engagement rings and prices to see which one would look nice on you and try and save up money

Steven also starts to subtly, at least as subtle as he can be, ask you about if you want to get married someday

He's such a dork though, bless his soul, in his brain he's just kicking his feet and giggling. He's looking at prices for venues and planners already.

Marc Spector

Marc has it in him to get married, we know that

But in his mind he doesn't really see himself as "husband material". He thinks that he's got too much baggage that you'd have to deal with if you were married

He acts like you two haven't been living together and splitting the bills and stuff, which is sometimes what marriage is, in the most domestic way possible

To him, he can't really see himself being able to do the whole marriage thing all over again

That was until some drunk creep was hitting on you while you and him were on a date and you told the guy "I'm with my husband" which warded that guy off

For some reason you calling him your husband while you locked your arm with his just washed those feelings of doubt out. Something about it just made him feel so confident

Like "Yeah I'm their husband! Back off!"

After that Marc was more open with himself about the idea of letting that title back into his life and getting to call you his spouse too

He more so likes the ability to call you his spouse. Possessiveness is in him and by god does getting to call you his spouse feed it

Marc will ask about the idea of marriage sometime after that just to see if you like it

If you want to get married then he's on board. But if you think cohabitating suits you better then he's fine with that too

So long as you're there together and you love him then he's content and happy

Jake Lockley

Damn right he's your husband

Honestly ever since you two got serious with your relationship, became committed to each other, and moved in he's just been like "We are married now" in his head

He's never said that out loud but he knows that the feeling is there with you too

It wasn't until you semi-jokingly called him your husband when some girls were checking him out and you huffed and puffed about it

"What's the matter? I wasn't flirting back." "Well, excuse me for not wanting some giggling college girls to be eyeing up my husband."

And that just... made him feel something, in his heart and in his pants

No but seriously. After that night cohabitating and acting like a married couple wasn't enough. He needs to put a ring on you and vice versa

He will go down to town hall and get those damn papers and buy the rings right now

Jake was originally just going to wait until you said that you wanted to get officially married, but he just can't anymore

In the morning you guys are going to buy rings, get the papers filled out, and planning the wedding

He's got the wedding planner on speed dial and a house with a picket fence in the nice part of town ready to go, just say "I do" please

Honestly at this point he never wants to hear his name come out of your mouth ever again. To you, it's either "hun" "hunny" "dear" or "sweetheart"

Light of his life, air in his lungs, fire in his loins

Taglist: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

[spongeyspot]

Toxic Traits/Red Flags HC

Characters: Arthur, Javier, John, Lenny, Dutch, Micah, Charles, Sean, Hosea, Mary Beth, Abigail, Tilly, Karen, Sadie, Molly

(A/N): WE WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT THIS DAWG. I LOVED @cowboyfromh3ll 's take on that shit sm and these hcs have literally been swimming in my head for weeeeeeeeks bro

Edit: some of these were kinda hard because there's not a lot of bad in the characters themselves... I had trouble with specifically Charles, Lenny, Mary Beth, and Tilly. Sorry if they may be OOC. IM EVEN DOING THE GIRLS BECAUSE IM IN A SILLY GOOFY MOOD

Content Warning: female reader, jealousy, self hate, narcissism, gaslighting, physical abuse, verbal abuse, mental abuse, mentions of murder and violence, mentions of infidelity, mentions of sex (Sean, Micah, Sadie kind of) (MINORS DNI)

Not edited btw

The boys

Arthur Morgan

- Honestly, I feel like Arthur would have this insane, crippling fear of rejection, especially when it comes to dating. - His self hate/deprecation plays a huge part in this, and quite honestly, him and Mary not working out probably also probably contributed to it. - Very emotionally distant. Has a hard time expressing his feelings openly due to that same fear of rejection.🚩 - Bottles shit up until he feels like he's gonna explode 🚩 - His impulse control is almost nonexistent 🚩 - Will resort to saying things that he doesn't even mean. He just says things when he's angry🚩 - Will hate himself even more if he makes you cry - Won't hesitate to run away from camp for a while to cool off. This isn't necessarily a bad thing per se, but he usually takes his time away to overthink the fuck out of everything - Prone to acting violent. (not to someone he cared about, but to other people, absolutely)Also due to his poor impulse control. 🚩

Javier Escuella

- Has a flirty personality, but around women, it just seems to get worse. 🚩 - Tells you you're overreacting if you tell him it bothers you🚩 - Overprotective of you. Always has his eyes on you, and practically orders you to stay in camp where it's safe. - As if you step one foot outside the camp without him, you'll spontaneously drop dead - Jealous asf. Are you laughing at what Bill just said? It wasn't even that funny. Why are you standing so close to him? You should be at least 6 feet away from him, not 5 and a half. 🚩 - Also has a problem with how you dress sometimes. God forbid your shirt is ever low cut. He'd probably ask you to change. 🚩 - And if you get offended or upset, he'll lie and tell you it's because he can't stop staring at your chest, and he'd like to focus of whatever it was he was doing.🚩

John Marston

- Stubborn as all hell. Doesn't listen to anybody for anything.🚩 - Commitment issues up the ass - Says mean things out of anger and sometimes actually means them 🚩 - Won't apologize half the time. He thinks kissing it better actually makes it better 🚩 - Regularly ignores his own bad habits instead of actually facing them 🚩 - Will run away from problems like Arthur, but worse. He'd be gone a really long time.🚩 - Gets annoyed with you if you get angry at him for leaving and staying away for a while. He told you he needed space, didn't he? What else do you need from him?? 🚩 - Ignorantly clueless half the time. Head empty, no thoughts.

Lenny Summers

- Not assertive in the slightest, and usually, respectfully, keeps to himself. -Takes orders without verbal complaints but inside he's annoyed as fuck 🚩 - Even if he hates doing something he'll probably just go "Okay" and do it anyway, and he'll sulk all day afterwards - Refuses to tell you what's wrong because he thinks he'll sound childish.🚩 - If you push the issue, he might snap at you out of annoyance like "Would you just let it be??" - Immediately feels guilty and shameful, and he'll hide away until he's ready to apologize and face you again - Also kind of a know-it-all... He'll correct you a LOT. It would get annoying 🚩 - Would blatantly tell you you're wrong before correcting you🚩 - Not necessarily an asshole about it but he still tends to get under your skin sometimes

Dutch Van Der Linde

- The BIGGEST Narcissist you'll ever meet.🚩 -He loses another piece of his mental state with every breath he takes. Slowly but surely losing his mind.🚩 - King of gaslighting🚩 - How could you even think that about him? He could never do anything wrong! You must be crazy...🚩 - Tries to recite his "pretty words" from Evelyn Miller to try and sound smarter than he actually is 🚩 - Expects you to just feed his ego without him actually doing anything to earn it🚩 - Will try to correct you even when he's wrong🚩 - Refuses to admit he's wrong. He can never be wrong. That word isn't even in his vocabulary unless he's talking about literally anyone but himself🚩

Micah Bell

- Where do I even start with this guy - Not above putting his hands on you if he doesn't get his way. Let's be honest here.🚩 - Mega Narccisist, almost as bad as Dutch 🚩 - Will brag and share every sexual encounter you've ever had with him like he's talking about the weather🚩 - VERY prone to Violence 🚩 - NO impulse control. Murders people for fun.🚩 - Backhanded and borderline abusive compliments 24/7 "You'd look so good if you weren't so fucking fat..." 🚩 - Selfish lover. Thinks just sticking it in will do the trick, and it does, for him at least.🚩 - Little to no affection. What are you? His girlfriend? Wait...🚩 -If he actually does show you affection, and you react in surprise, he'll tell you to go fuck yourself, and that that's the last time he ever does anything nice for you.🚩

Charles Smith

- Impossible to read sometimes - Like Arthur, Charles tends to keep a lot of his emotions bottled up until he feels like he's gonna pop 🚩 - Like most of the men in the Van Der Linde gang, Charles is also prone to acting violently. I mean, he started a bar fight with a fucking chair, and he fights in street fighting rings, let's be real for a second.🚩 - He's incredibly quiet and reserved a lot of the time, and sometimes you just assume that he's listening to you when you talk, but a lot of the time, he's lost in his own thoughts. - Will do everything anyone asks him to at the expense of his own free time and energy, and sometimes he works himself to exhaustion just to try and please everyone.🚩 - In doing so, he sometimes doesn't have time for himself at the end of the day. It also seems like you spend time together less and less as the days go on. - If he ever got himself hurt and you tried to help him, he'd decline any help with anything to save his own pride. The last thing he needs is you thinking he's weak. 🚩 - Extremely Overprotective. Like to the point where he'd beat the shit out of anybody you asked him to🚩

Sean Macguire

- An Alcoholic🚩 - horny 99% of the time, but half that time he probably has whiskey dick. Still asks you to try but doesn't understand that it's like trying to play pool with a rope... - If he can manage to be sober enough to actually get it up, and you're not in the mood, he'd get pissy and annoyed with you for "wasting his boner" 🚩 - Will probably also brag about having sex with you to everyone🚩 - Needy as all hell - Bro sulks on purpose - Low key loves the attention you give him when you continue to ask him what's wrong, but he never actually tells you and constantly says "I'm fine..." or "It's nothing..." 🚩 - But then sighs dramatically and continues sulking and dragging his feet so you keep giving him more attention 🚩

Hosea Matthews

- Ignores his physical health until he's practically dying. You've told him to get that cough looked at for literal years and he just says "I will" and does nothing 🚩 - sometimes talks to you as if you're a child especially if he's around Dutch -low key gaslights you sometimes 🚩 - and he says it with such a gentle tone, its hard to catch it 🚩

The girls

Mary Beth Gaskill

- Daydreams way too much - Likes to live in her romance novel fantasy land rather than face reality 🚩 - Cries a lot - Tries to be angry but can't help but cry instead - If crying makes you feel bad for her, she'll probably do it on purpose so you comfort her and give her attention🚩 -If you're in a fight, she'll turn on the crocodile tears to get you to stop being angry with her or whatever it is you're arguing about.🚩

Abigail Roberts

- She can be verbally abusive if she's pushed far enough 🚩 - Holds in a lot of her emotions🚩 - Neglectful of her own personal needs to make sure you or Jack are fully provided or cared for🚩 - a lot of the time, when she's upset with you, you're probably given the cold shoulder and the silent treatment - incredibly protective. Not necessarily a bad thing, but she can sometimes be super overbearing.

Tilly Jackson

- Tells it how she sees it, sometimes accidentally sounding a lot colder than she means to 🚩 - Too sarcastic for her own good 🚩 - Laughs a little too much sometimes when you tell a joke, and you can often tell it's actually incredibly fake🚩 - gets irritated really easily, especially if she's bothered while doing her chores. The last thing she needs is Grimshaw on her ass again.🚩 - irritable a lot of the time, unintentionally becoming short or snapping at you - like john, she also believes that kissing it better is better than actually apologizing

Karen Jones

- An alcoholic 🚩 - picks fights with you for fun, finds it entertaining to see how red your face can get from anger 🚩 - Screaming matches are a regular occurance between you guys, and she starts it almost every time 🚩 - Pretty jealous when it comes to the opposite sex🚩 - Has self doubt and believes that she can't give you everything a man probably could

Sadie Adler

- The nosiest woman in America. No chill. She reads everyone's mail. - Makes a lot of loose threats 🚩 - Anger issues🚩 - Low impulse control🚩 - Can be a little too rough sometimes 🚩 - If she's upset with you, she'll either yell or storm off. Sometimes both. 🚩 -(She tends to walk away a lot more often because she's actuall self aware that her anger issues are a problem) - She'd never admit that to you though.

Molly O'Shea

- Even more jealous than Javier🚩 - Glares at and envies anyone you talk to that isn't her🚩 - Has immaginary conversations with people in her head🚩 - Rubbing her hands together when the real life conversations are following the script she had planned out in her brain - Needs constant reassurance - "D'you even love me anymore?!"🚩 - Overthinks everything 🚩 - Paranoid as hell about infidelity - Gets mad at you when she dreams about you cheating on her🚩

[suhlogic]

smile for the camera [kmg x fem!oc]

mingyu x camgirl! oc [roommates] 

summary: little did you know mingyu has been a subscriber of your onlyfans account and has a little crush on you. 

warnings: dom!mingyu, sub!fem reader, unprotected sex, choking kink, size kink, cum eating, mingyu’s a bit possessive, corruption kink, slight voyeurism

you and mingyu have been  roommates for a  year now, it was an unexpected thing for you to have a guy roommate but you really had no choice as you were out of living options to live in since the school year was beginning so when you saw mingyu kim's post on twitter through your mutual friend seokmin, you grabbed the chance and thank god he actually agreed to such an arrangement. it honestly helped that you two were in the same social circle as it was less awkward but if it came to your dynamics, you and mingyu simply got closer as the months went by. you've also grown to know that he is organized, knows his household chores, and is a gentleman on top of being 6'2 feet tall, absolutely handsome and ripped due to  consistently working out, and his golden skin that just  looks so dreamy whenever the sunlight seeps through your shared apartment. he was also funny and extroverted which you needed and never failed to always comfort you after a long day. as the days went on, he began to grow on you. but little did he know, whenever he was out for his late night workouts you were actually an onlyfans streamer. you started to stream as a hobby, a side hustle your best friend, karina recommended that you do since you were bored out of your mind and no men were just ever enough for you to be satisfied. plus, it was good money and was raking in what you needed to pay the bills for the shared apartment although you and mingyu split the bills.  

lately, you find yourself growing more attracted to mingyu. you didn't know if it was just the dry spell that was luring you into him like a moth to a flame  or the fact that he was a godsend in your messy life. surely, it couldn't just be purely platonic as he slowly became the guy you constantly fantasized about while touching yourself across your body wishing it was his hands doing all the work instead whenever you'd stream and film content. on the other hand, mingyu knew your little secret. you'd think he was still away for hours on end spending dinner with your other friends after hitting the gym but he was always on the other side of the wall, hearing your moans and screams as he jacked himself off every night longing to feel his huge dick inside you. imagining what it'd be like to have you under his touch like you were being set ablaze only screaming and moaning for him out of sheer pleasure. whenever mingyu would see you walk around in tight shorts and oversized shirts in the morning with no underwear in sight, it'd take all of his patience not to fuck you hard in every spot of your place and it wasn't something you both were strangers to—hell, you were always catching him shirtless and it really was a sight to be gazing at. you just hoped and prayed that your feelings won't prevail and make you do something stupid. 

friday nights began with your usual routine of dressing up in your cutest pink lingerie and doing your makeup as you put on a matching lace mask that resembled a butterfly. after being done, you set up your stream and the vibrator and dildo you were to use later on for your show. "hey guys, how's everyone doing? i hope your week went well," you happily greeted your viewers as they began to enter your livestream.

[clumsypup0697]: hi angel i missed you 

[clumsypup0697]: have you been busy?

[g4m3bo1]: want to see all of you so bad baby

the last comment on your stream made you blush and teased whoever user g4m3bo1 was on the other end of the screen. "aw, you missed me that much gameboy?" you smirk as you began to take off the straps of your bra and began to fondle with your tits. 

[clumsypup0697]: fuck, you're so hot i wish i was doing that to you 

[g4m3bo1]: youre driving me crazy baby 

clumsypup0697 tipped $8

[sebcherries]: need company? i can help😉

as your hands began to travel lower to your wet heat, you moved backward to lay yourself on your pillow to give them a view of your slick pussy and teased yourself with your fingers rubbing your folds and the bud of your clit. your moans became louder as you began to add a third digit inside, eyes closed in euphoria wishing it was mingyu doing such a thing to you. you began to insert your dildo and the sound of coins clinking which meant that the tips began to rake in on your stream. you didn't care if your moans were getting louder or if your hottie of a roommate already arrived. 

sebcherries tipped $20

clumsypup0697 tipped $35

g4mebo1 tipped $40

ho3shi tipped $35

on the other side of the wall, mingyu decided to cancel his friday night plans to go outside. so he just decided to go on his favorite camgirl's stream room who went by her online name— strawberryviolet. he's been a huge fan since stumbling across her channel just purely deciding to jack off his stress away one night. as he watched the girl slide the huge dildo in and out of her tight wetness, he couldn't help but jerk his huge dick off faster thinking how y/n's pussy would feel instead. as the moans got louder on the stream, so did the moans from the other room. he rushed to clean himself up and exit the stream he was watching. but holy fuck, he was met with a sight to behold— his roommate was a camgirl all along, and he was her fan. the difference was that she just had a mask on. 

"holy shit!l" he exclaimed, snapping you out of your pleasure. you quickly turned off your stream and rushed to cover yourself up in front of mingyu, "what the hell are you doing here, gyu?" you asked in frustration. "had nothing better to do but turns out i'm roommates with a cam girl?" he smirks as he leaned against your door. shirtless just wesring his boxers, his huge manhood still definitely erect the way it's almost bulging. "i can explain, please..." you pleaded but he just smiled again. "strip for me," he said with a demanding tone and so you did, baring it all for your roommate you're clearly growing feelings for.  "you're so fucking obedient huh?" he walks over to you as his fingers ghost over your face and lips which sent goosebumps down your spine. mingyu pulled you into a deep kiss with your tongues tied, "gyu, please fuck me..." you begged. "baby, you have no idea how long i've fucking waited..." he says as he picks you up and carries you to your bed, carefully laying you down as he left kisses and hickeys all over your body. "so fuckin' gorgeous, can't believe you're showing this off to the whole world...'s all mine," he whispers as he began to suck on your left boob while fondling the other one with his hand. "been watching your streams for fuckin months now..always would jack off to you every damn night thinking about how i'd fuck my hot roommate," he says  gazing up at you with eyes that had sin painted all over them as he slowly began to kiss you down to your clit, his teasing leaving you on edge. "be patient baby, we got all night." his breath fans against your pussy. he strip your panties off with his teeth and continues to eat you out with his skilled tongue like he craved for you so desperately. his toned forearms and huge hands gripping the back of your thighs securing you in his hold as he began to suck and create random figures on your clit. his pace going faster as your moans got louder, mingyu looked like such a fucking god in between your  thighs.�� all you could do was tug on his hair as he ate you out. 

"i'm close baby please...let me cum," you stare at him with puppy eyes as he hovered on top of you to kiss you again. "not yet angel, i need to cum inside you," he says through gritted teeth as he grabbed you by the neck with both his hands to kiss you once more.  mingyu then began to flip you over on all fours without pulling out his dick inside your wet and slick pussy. "so fuckin gorgeous," he slowly buries himself inside you to the hilt and goes slow as his hand has both of your hands gripped against your lower back while the other holds your waist down. you never knew heaven could exist until you felt every inch of him inside you, making sure you're screaming and moaning for him only within the confines of your own bedroom. "gyu, please let me cum, gonna be so good for you..." you whine out as he slaps your butt cheek and squeezes your ass while he thrusts his huge dick inside you. as mingyu begins to pound into you harder and faster, your eyes were rolling to the back of your head in pleasure. he then flips you over into a missionary position and puts your legs over his shoulders and pounds you slowly, the stretch teasing your pussy much more different from earlier. "gyu, please go faster..." you whine, almost running out of words to say while you were fondling with your huge tits as he rubbed your clit with the pad of his thumb. mingyu looks so fucking hot on top of you— you thought,  his short cropped hair driving you insane as his sculpted body glistens like honey due to the sweat, brows furrowed focused on wanting you to reach your high. you grab onto his arms as you felt his thrusts get sloppier and his hand tightening around your neck, just choking you right. you thought mingyu would stop there but immediately takes his dick out of you and dives his head in between your legs and eats you out once more, "want you to cum on my tongue baby, yeah?" he smirks as he begins to lick figure eights on your labia and sucks your clit til you reached your first high.  

as he hovers on top of you, he flashes you a devilish grin and says, "so fucking sweet, just like how i thought" and you put your arms around his neck and pull him in for a long passionate kiss. mingyu inserts his length once again inside you and thrusts at a faster pace repeatedly as you feel him getting sloppy once more inside, "angel, i'm so fucking close...let me cum inside yeah?" he moans as he kisses your neck, sucking on it which would definitely leave a hickey later on. "yes, please daddy...i'm yours.." you moan out and it sends him over the edge as you feel his cum gush inside of you and some of it trickling down your legs. the two of you come down from your high and he lays on the bed beside you for a while and pulls you close against his broad chest wrapping his arms around your naked body, "how long have you known?" you asked looking up at him as your head was laid on his chest while he ran his fingers through your hair, "well, i've been your fan since i almost walked in on you a few months back" he says gently while he smiled at you, flashing his sharp canines that you always adored. the two of you clean up, well mostly mingyu because you could barely walk and drift off into slumber, naked bodies entangled under the sheets yet the thought of him asking you "what are we?" floats in his mind as he closes his eyes. 

[itsnotbird]

Ghosting

Post!Hydra Dark! Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

‘I’ve been ghosting…I’ve been ghosting along, ghost in your house, ghost in your arms.’

Summary: Maybe his tendencies are odd, but maybe the two of you are just meant to be? He doesn’t want to be the ghost that looms around, but what choice does he have?

Warnings: Stalking, dark themes, 18+ content, not intended for minors! Reader gets harassed in the beginning, Bucky is…he’s a little crazy but he means well. Isn’t he so dreamy? Trust the process here.

A/n: I had this idea and I’m going to poorly execute it! Not cannon whatsoever, post Hydra/Winter soldier Bucky but…old habits die hard.

“You want to come back to my place?”

You scrunched your nose. “That’s um…that’s a kind offer, Connor, but I’m kinda tired.” You politely say as you leave the restaurant.

It’s a bold offer for him to make after a first date- a lousy first date. He made you pay half the bill, made subtle comments about your choice of outfit, talked about himself the entire time. Now, he has the audacity to ask for a lousy hook up.

He looks at you with a confused smile. “No? Oh…okay.”

“I don’t know if you were…expecting something but…I just don’t think we’re the best match.” You say honestly.

He scoffs like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “Okay, wow, um…I was trying to be nice because you’re clearly desperate-”

“Desperate?” You choke out a dry laugh.

“-but hey, go ahead and be a tease, that’s fine.”

“What?” You squint, shaking your head. “I’m sorry, I’m a little confused.”

“Yeah, it probably doesn’t take much.” He says with a serious look.

“Wow, what a wasted night.” You say to yourself.

“Yeah tell me about it, you sat there going on and on about your parents and I’m not even going to get head? Hey, newsflash! Your parents are probably just disappointed they have a screw up of a daughter. Seriously, you’re so fucking boring.”

You huff in disbelief, not able to wrap your head around how mean his words are.

“I’m gonna go.” You say. “I hope you can find a decent personality.”

As you turn, walking back in the direction of your apartment, he shouts a few choice words in your direction. You only wrap your coat around you tighter.

Though you hate it, tears burn your eyes. Silently crying in the dark, you place a call to your best friend.

“Hey! How was the date?” She asks in a cheery tone.

Immediately you sniffle. “Pretty bad.”

Your soft sobs echo off of brick walls, all the way up to Bucky sitting on the roof of the building you pass. The sound is enticing, causing him to look over the edge at your figure.

Somehow, he knows that he should just stay where he is, it’s really something he doesn’t need to get involved with.

But…he finds himself hopping over to the next roof, following you. It’s like he’s enticed to do it. Part of him - the small part that’s still sane- recognizes how crazy and creepy he’s being.

The much larger part of him doesn’t give a fuck.

Rooftop to rooftop, he’s like your shadow, listening to your conversation, watching the surroundings around you to make sure you don’t get hurt. He aches for you, utterly displeased that you are upset. Which is a crazy idea because he knows nothing about you.

Well, not for long.

See, it’s like the universe is on his side. Because though he’s not trying to keep track of you, you’re constantly crossing his path. Over the next week, he quickly learns your schedule. He learns that you leave your apartment building at 8am to go to work at the overpriced coffee shop down the street, you usually get off at 3pm. Then your night plans alternate, one night you go to a college class, the other you go to a friend’s house where you don’t come back until very late.

You grocery shop at a Whole Foods, you don’t shop for yourself, you like music, you play the guitar. He watches you open your apartment window and sit on the sill, smoking a cigarette once in a while and that’s how he knows you’re stressed.

At first, he ran into you purely by chance.

But it became almost too easy to pin you down when you lived the same, boring life.

On the coming Saturday, you go on another date. He doesn’t know this until you and the man come into the bar he’s in.

You look gorgeous, like always. You seemed to have this classic elegance about you, and this guy…well, he’s wearing brown shoes and black trousers so there’s no hope.

He tries not to stare, but you laugh so beautifully and your smile is sparkling, then he’s angry because this fool is making you laugh and smile.

You have much hope for this guy, Noah is his name. He’s sweet, he’s funny, he…is so insanely boring.

But you push past it and claim that everyone is a little off on first dates. He pays for your drinks and offers to call you a cab home. What you don’t expect is for the way he grips you sharply in the alleyway of the bar, kissing you heatedly. You awkwardly laugh and try to tell him this wasn’t really your style, but he’s rather persistent.

You feel stupid. Did you give him the wrong signs? He was so good the entire night and this is how it has to end?

“Noah, wait. Wait, stop.” You say, trying push his hands off of you.

“You’re really gorgeous.” He huffs, pulling the strap of your dress down so he can suck on your shoulder.

“I- thank you but really, I don’t want you to do this.” You struggle again, only to be pushed back harder against the brick. Your head hits it and pain blooms in your skull.

“No, it’s okay.” He claims, holding your hands down.

You begin to panic, frozen in fear as you start begging him to let you go.

“Hey.” A voice suddenly says.

You look over at the man who has a very scary look in his eye.

“I think the lady wants you to stop.” He says.

Noah rolls his eyes. “Why don’t you mind your own business?”

Bucky looks at your quivering lip and determines that he can’t do that.

So he sighs, then calmly comes to grip Noah’s shoulder and rips him away from you. He stumbles back, aiming to throw a punch before Bucky stops his fist and punches him in the face, hard enough that he falls to the ground.

You gasp, fixing yourself and quickly wiping your face. The stranger turns to you, eyes searching you.

“Are you hurt?” Bucky asks.

“No. Thank you.”

He nods, then motions to the street. “I’ll get you a cab home.”

You aren’t completely sure what to do, it was all so strange. Looking back to Noah on the ground, you quickly get away from him, trusting this stranger more than anything now.

He does exactly what he says and hails you a cab, watches you get in and shuts the door behind you.

There are no other words spoken.

You drive away and that’s where it’s left.

Or so you think.

In all actuality, that little interaction has been fueling his growing obsession. He’s paying closer attention, in every shadow, you could find him there. But you never do.

From the fire escape, he sometimes- lots of times- he sits when he can’t sleep. He sits on the ledge, concealed in darkness, and silently observes you. Bucky determines that you were strategically placed in his life, you had to be.

The universe was never on his side, so why was he being rewarded now? If he didn’t understand it, it’s because his brain is still trying to connect wires back together. Oh but it does make sense, you’re this shining star, you’re the lark bird with a broken wing and who is he? He’s the man to help.

He recognizes the look in your eye, the gaze that searches for salvation in every person, he knows desperation because it’s been under his mask for years. He could be your savior.

He is.

No, no he won’t force anything. You’ll have to ask, admit that you strive for something other than the cards you have been dealt. But you couldn’t do that if you keep ignoring your ghost.

He’ll pull the sheet off of his head, that’s what he’ll do. He’ll strategically plan the way your paths will cross again, like any good soldier does, and it’s going to open that shut door. He won’t have to look for an open window anymore, physically or metaphorically.

Saturday night. You’re dressed up. You leave your flat in heels and a backless dress. You should really put on a coat, that shall around your shoulders won’t keep the chilly air away.

He watches from the adjacent roof top, he makes sure you get in your cab alright.

He knows you’re going to your best friend’s birthday night out at the city’s newest jazz club, a very elegant place, he’s heard you discussing it with her for weeks.

That’s where he’ll be.

Dressed the part in a suit he’s lifted from the dry cleaners, he’ll lurk around the bar, hide within the crowd, stay far away from the dance floor.

Nostalgia seems to make him feel a little sick, the music, the theme, everything seems to be reconnecting him to the boy he was before.

James Buchanan Barnes. That’s who he needs to be now. Charming and all smiles and smooth talking, he could do, can’t he?

Irritation bites at his nerves when opportunity doesn’t present itself for a while. You seem glued to your star-of-the-show best friend. He admires your loyalty, your blind adoration for a woman who tends to brush you off often for much more interesting people.

How dare she? If you were stitched to his side, he’d never make you feel pushed out, he’d give you his attention, he’d make sure you knew you were the most important thing in the room.

He’s bitter now.

He needs a drink. The idea of it soothes more than the alcohol does, given the fact he could drink three entire bottles before feeling something. That’s a painful disadvantage of the serum in his blood, he couldn’t even effortlessly get drunk to forget his troubles.

At the bar, he orders whiskey neat and pushes his hair back in a huff.

“Hi, could I get another glass of champagne?”

There it was, that voice that’s better than every song being played here.

You stand beside him, smiling at the bartender.

“Actually.” You change your mind. “A Martini, please. No- just a double Tito’s with three olives. Please.”

The barman chuckles at your request and begins to make it for you.

You’re here, all elegant in your green silk dress that compliments your eyes, smelling like your nice perfume, the one you spray on your wrists and behind your ear. Suddenly, Bucky is at a loss of words.

He’s waited around all night and you’re finally here.

You sigh in dissatisfaction, it’s a noise he never ever wants to hear from you ever again.

“Thank you.” You thank the barman again as he slides your drink to you.

Bucky watches you take a sip, he envies the martini glass for the way your lips wrap around the rim. Your eyes shut as you taste the alcohol, dark lashes flutter together and you look just like a doll.

“Rough night?” He questions.

You face him, an excuse on your lips but you pause when you recognize him.

“No, no my evening has been fine. I’m sorry, you look so familiar. Have we met?”

He thinks it’s cute the way you pretend you don’t remember him.

“Briefly, I believe. Outside of the-”

“Outside that bar. Right. You…helped me.” You state, obviously feeling a little embarrassed even though he isn’t sure why you would be.

“That guy was a dick, don’t worry about it.” He says, drawing your eyes back to him.

“Thank you…most people would’ve just kept walking.” You say, genuine tone, vulnerable face.

“Most people suck.”

You laugh, and it’s the best sound he’s known. He smiles, watching you tuck away a strand of hair that has fallen from your updo.

You introduce yourself now, giving him your name to hold, not like a secret.

“I’m James.” He says.

“James.”

His name has belonged on your lips for over a hundred years.

“I like that name.” You determine, sipping on your drink. “What brings you here tonight, James?”

He’s quick to think on his feet.

“A failed double date.”

You give him a questioning look.

“How was it failed? She wasn’t a damsel in distress?” You joke, and he smiles at your smile.

“No, she left with another man. Honestly, it’s fine, I wasn’t interested in her.” He lies, adoring the pout you gain on his behalf.

“That’s a shame, you seem like great company, James.”

He hasn’t been told that for as long as he can remember, well, he can’t remember much, actually. But he does know that he loves getting to know you face to face, not just learning from a distance. There would never be a distance again, he knows this, feels it in the way you accidentally touch his arm as you laugh in conversation.

You feel as if you’ve known him for ages, you haven’t but he sure knows you.

“Why look so drab if you’re celebrating your best friend’s birthday?” He asks, watching you toy with your empty glass before the bartender takes it away.

A sigh leaves your perfect lips. “I’m happy, of course I am…I just, well, sometimes I get looked over. It’s fine, it’s not my night, it’s hers…but somehow it happens very often when her and I go out. I suppose it’s just easy for people to forget I’m around, especially her when she has so many people’s attention.”

He shakes his head, you might as well have confessed to a crime. Those words shouldn’t have left your mouth.

“You’re not easy to forget.” Bucky tells you, his clear, blue, eyes heavy in yours. “In my opinion, you’re much more memorable and-and admirable than her.”

He hasn’t spoken this much in forever, he’s surprised he remembers words as big.

You blush at his compliment. “Really?”

“Really.” He coos. “Girls like her are a dime a dozen, but not you. I could tell from the moment I saw you, you have something far more interesting than her.”

You selfishly let his words flatter you for a moment.

“She’s my best friend since high school, she’s really been there for me so for that I am grateful but…well, she has a tendency to make me a sidekick. I don’t like being Robin.” You laugh.

Bucky pretends he knows who you’re talking about.

“You deserve to be the hero.” He chimes.

You giggle. “I am no Captain America.”

That has him at a loss for words.

You don’t notice though. You look over to the stage, the band plays a slow throwback, a smooth jazz song.

The alcohol bas mostly calmed your nerves, and the way your best friend has yet to notice your absence, has you making an offer you’d never make.

“Are you a fan of Frank Sinatra, James?” You ask.

“Never heard of him.” He jokes, definitely finding it far more amusing than you do.

“Do you dance?” You question now, boldly taking his hand.

You haven’t figured out the deal with the gloves he wears yet, but you don’t ask in fear you’ll offend him.

And though he said he’d stay far from the dance floor, he’s blindly guiding you to the space where the others sway, it’s like he’s enchanted by the low lighting on your skin, or the way you’re so willing to let him in. He’s not even sure he remembers how to dance, but he falls right into the rhythm like it’s always been with him.

Gentle, he’s oh so gentle with you, you have no clue how much he’s thinking about the touch he’s giving you.

It’s you who gets flirty, hand sliding over his shoulder to gently hold the back of his neck, you gently press into his rather broad frame.

You can see the way your best friend’s eyes finally find you, and she’s immediately curious.

You’re immediately frightened.

She’s going to want him, she’s always had the same taste as you.

You let out a shaky breath and look away.

“What’s wrong?” He immediately asks in a protective tone as he feels you go rigid in his hands. His defense is up, he looks around the room for a threat.

“Nothing, sorry. I’m sorry, I’m okay.” You let out a soft laugh, laying your head on his chest.

The action immediately distracts him.

Here you were, falling right into him like you were meant to, his perfect girl.

He tucks that loose hair behind your ear, he lets his fingers gently trace down your spine until he comes back to hold your waist.

“Your heart’s beating pretty fast.” He says close to you, not thinking about the possibility of you asking just how he could tell.

“I’m trying not to step on your shoes.” Is all you say with a fleeting giggle.

As the song closes, you’re in some sort of dream land. It’s not the alcohol, even if it was a strong drink, it’s all him.

That elated feeling continues as he pulls you away from the crowd, and it dissipates right when your best friend finds you.

“There you are!” She smiles at you. “I see you’ve made a friend.”

You should just go home.

“This is James.” You say, watching them greet each other.

“It’s my birthday, James.” She tells him in her tipsy tone.

He looks at her birthday sash and nods. “I can see that. Happy birthday.”

“Thank you. You can give me a gift later if you want.”

You should really just go home and put on your sweats and a movie.

But then you feel his hand on the small of your back.

“We’re actually going for a stroll.” He says, because what else is he to say? That your friend’s actions aren’t attractive? How she comes on far too strong in the worst way? Perhaps he’s only in this mindset because he can see the way your face fell when she posed a threat.

She’s no threat, sweet girl. No one is a threat to you, ever, not now that I’m here.

He says it with his eyes as you look up at him in question. The gentle nod he offers has you easing. A stroll sounds nice.

You find yourself agreeing? How is it so easy to agree and tell your friend good night? It’s as easy as your hand around his- large- bicep as the two of you walk the glimmering night streets of the city.

He makes you feel so…secure. Maybe this is how girls get kidnapped and turn up dead in alleyways, but you feel the need to trust him with your life.

You feel the need to grow obsessive over every word and touch he gives you.

Maybe that’s how you end up showing him your apartment. He acts like he’s never seen it before.

And he has not one intention on things going further- well, maybe just one. But he’s a perfect gentleman, drinking the coffee you make him, complimenting your music collection, asking about the instrument in the corner.

It’s all you who gets closer.

And as your lips touch, you can’t help but think this is insane.

You should pull away, but then he grips your waist and deepens the kiss and you completely lose your mind.

He’s a stranger in your home, on your lips.

But is he really?

“I’m sorry.” You immediately say when he pulls back and turns his head away. “I-I don’t do this, a lot of girls say that, but I really don’t do this.”

He knows you don’t, and the fact that you’re doing it with him has him trying to control himself.

“I’m sorry.”

You apologize too much. He’s going to have to fix that.

“No, no.” He says, looking back down at you. “Don’t. It’s me, not you.”

“I’ve heard that before.” You laugh awkwardly, anxiously.

His hand comes to your cheek. “Hey, no it really is me. You’re perfect, I…am not.”

Your brows droop together. “You seem pretty perfect to me…I’m pretty sure I like you. Is that crazy?”

How sweet, how innocent.

He struggles with his emotion like he always does, too confused to put things into words, and the confusion turns into irritation and soon he’s huffing and drawing both hands to your face, like it will help.

“Not crazy.” He says. “I like you too, I’m certain of it…but I am not perfect, do you understand?”

He’s a magician, or he’s drugged you. James speaks assertively and it’s like you’re in a daze, just nodding along.

He sees that spark in your eye, in that moment his suspicions are confirmed. He’s watched you strike out on dates because you try with men who don’t understand what you need. Only he knows, only he knows you want someone to comfort and lead you. That’s how he gets you to do as he asks, which all just consists of changing out of that damn gorgeous dress and relaxing on your sofa with him. But in the long run, he knows you’ll follow with your blind loyalty and never forsake him.

He doesn’t let you be nervous, thinking he’s expecting something from you. He sits and lets you decide how close you want to be next to him, and that’s because Bucky is confident you’ll be following right along in his plan without his assistance.

You sit about five inches away from him, knees curled to your chest in your flannel pants and you bunch your sweater sleeves around your hands. When it’s supposed to be a two way conversation, you hardly notice how he lets you do all the talking.

That’s because he isn’t sure how to go about explaining things to you yet, he has to wait for the moment he’s confident you’re all in on this.

“It’s weird, I feel so comfortable around you…like I already know your presence.”

You do, you just don’t know that.

Bucky hums, then is immensely pleased with the way you draw yourself closer.

“Sometimes people are just like that. Familiar.” He says, slightly stiff as you turn to lean into his shoulder.

“I’m glad you seem familiar, James.”

That’s a statement echoing in his haunted mind, bouncing off walls as he carries you to bed and tucks you in after you fall asleep against him, it’s with him in the following days when he shows up in your life again after you had the fear you were never going to see him. You woke up and he was gone, no note, no number to call and you cried and felt pathetic and yet, here he is now.

Bucky is waiting outside the coffee shop as you come out after your shift, he looms in such a way you almost don’t see him.

“James.” You say in surprise, heart beating a little faster at the abrupt introduction of him. “Hi, I-I didn’t- were you waiting for me? Meeting someone?”

Bucky smiles at your nervousness. “I was waiting for you.”

Interactions like this become common. Before you realize it, you’re getting to know someone who has you memorized perfectly. There’s no concern on how to reach him, because he always manages to find you, he’s always there when you need him. And weeks pass and Bucky wants to hear you say his name a thousand times over, his obsession grows and you know it.

The best part? You don’t mind it. Sure, it’s an adjustment, your whole life has been a constant fight for attention. So when he’s here, physically ignoring people when you’re near him, your first reaction is to think it won’t last.

He assures you through his actions that he is here to stay, because when he wants something, he takes it.

You could classify this as dating, wouldn’t you? Those nights he takes you away to places where it’s just the two of you, those are dates in your mind. To Bucky? There what life is meant to be like forever.

A month after the meeting in the bar, you’re sitting in your lounge chair, murmuring about how much you hate your job and the fact that you can’t seem to get a better one, it’s a conversation Bucky hears often. And somewhere from the moment you’re draped over his lap and his hand nudges your chin up when you get blue, you sigh.

“You never touch me.” You say, large eyes blinking at him.

Bucky grows confused. “That’s not true.” He states.

Your head rests against his collar bone, face almost nuzzles into his neck and you reach for his hand.

“I don’t know the feeling of your skin.”

It’s in this moment that he knows you’re ready for the truth, as much of it as you can handle.

When you started to fall for James, you knew he was different, had a different energy about him. Never in a million years did you expect him to start explaining a story so dark and horrid, and it’s only the version he alters for you, not having it in him to taint your perfect mind with the entire nightmare.

He talks more than you’ve ever heard him talk, for thirty two minutes you sit in his lap with wide eyes and a pale expression, trying to wrap your head around it. You have about a hundred and one questions and can’t fully form any, you wait until he finishes, then he looks at you with something so humble and vulnerable.

“…What?” You breathe. “What!?”

You’re off of his lap, pushing the sleeves of your shirt up and starting a pace while you try to process the information. He sits there, watching you, letting you get through the shock.

“James- you know that sounds crazy, right? Metal arm, wanted by the government, over a hundred years old- crazy.”

You continue to mutter and work through the sheer fear of ‘oh God what did you just get yourself into?’, then after about eight and a half minutes, you settle.

Just like he knew you would. Because that’s the kind of woman you are, able to think things through from an alternate perspective.

You stand before him, hair tucked behind your ears and you breathe.

“I want to see.” You state, sure of it.

“Why?” He questions.

“I might not believe you otherwise.”

You believe him, of course you do, this is something that could only happen to you. The more you think about it, this story explains things. Like the way he always hold you with his right hand, how he goes rigid at the mention of things that could be triggering for him and you had no clue.

Bucky processes it, then stands.

A glove comes off, a perfectly normal, large, right hand is under it.

Then, the other.

You blink, staring at the metal that has been revealed, shiny and silver.

He swallows hard, then pulls at the hem of the henley shirt he wears. It lands on the floor and you don’t move, just let your eyes explore the new discovery. Up his right arm, toned bicep, broad shouldered, expanding chest, down his stomach and back up and then…

His head turns, he looks away when you see it, the scarred skin of his left shoulder. It’s jarred, metal meets flesh and you can’t look away.

Maybe you should be repulsed, but you aren’t. You step forward, hand raised and he flinches slightly.

“Can I? I-I’ll be gentle.” You whisper.

If you were not made just for him, you would have left already, screamed perhaps, anything but let your fingertips graze his skin with no anger or malice behind it.

He continues to look away while you explore, and even though you’re filled with curiosity, a sour feeling stirs in your stomach at the thought someone did this to him.

“What is it?” You ask, your index running down the metal, watching it flex almost human like.

“Vibranium.” He says, tone bare.

“This is like…Stark technology stuff.” You gasp, watching his fingers flex.

He lets out a shaky breath at the Stark name, you make a mental note to not speak of it again.

Your hand skims the expanse of his chest, firm, tense. Had you truly not realized just how huge he is? Down his flesh arm, fingers follow valleys of muscle until they slip right into his. His hand is warm and entirely engulfing yours.

The other, it holds the back of his neck, lost in his hair, forcing him to look down at you, just in time for you to lean up and kiss him slowly.

You’re okay with it, all of it.

Perhaps you’re secretly just as crazy as he is?

With your hand in his, he has no choice but to grab your waist with the thing he viewed as a weapon. You do not hurt, he does not maim you like he has feared, you draw closer to his body and show him kindness and comfort.

There was no going back now, you couldn’t reject him now. Not when you’re shifting your head to allow him to deepen the kiss. The sky outside could be falling and you’d still be here, barefoot in your living room, tip toed to reach him. His hand leaves yours to cup your jaw, fingers flexed into skin like he could sink claws in.

Your hot. It’s a heat that blooms inside out and you find your hand twisting in hair and the other drawing his hips closer. Perhaps your actions shouldn’t come like this after he explained how tortured he is, but he does not stop you. In fact, it’s Bucky that nips at your lip, drawing you away in shock.

“You bit me.” You state, shocked.

“Sorry.” He says deeply.

Licking your lower lip, you shake your head. “No, it’s fine.”

That had to be it, that connection he felt, it’s because you could handle insanity.

Huffing against his lips, you breathe, open mouthed into his. “Is the serum a real thing?” You question before his tongue slips to yours.

Without a word, he’s gripping your sides and pulling you up, feet dangle before your thighs trap his waist, just one arm holding you there.

Okay. Serum’s real.

It’s hot mouths on each other until you tell him to take you to your bedroom.

“Listen to me.” He says as he sits you on the bed. “Don’t give me this just because you think it’s what I want.”

Immediately you shake your head. “No, no, I want this.”

He strokes your hair. “Think this through, there’s no going back after this, okay? You’ll be tied to me, you’ll be guilty by association, if you have me this once, I’ll want to keep coming back.”

Your heart hammers inside your chest, knees press together and your lips hang apart.

“You won’t have to keep coming back if you stay.” You say, reaching out to grip the top of his jeans. “I want it all.”

Psychotic, absolutely psychotic for speaking the words you speak and mean it so deeply. How could you say such things and still look like an angel? And how could you make him feel the way he does when you do nothing at all?

Bucky’s drunk, he’s gone, he doesn’t even know if it’s him or yet another alter ego that is enjoying all of this. But he’s undressing you and feeling every single valley and curve and soft spot. His lips are everywhere, pressed to your bare skin as you trust him with the most vulnerable parts of yourself. He’s kind to you, bringing you to a point where he knows you’re going to be relaxed enough for it. It’s his fingers that draw it out, they’re warming you up, causing your head to tilt back in ecstasy.

It courses in his blood, the rush he gets from watching you twitch and moan.

There’s stars that dance across your vision, they linger and burn, especially when you start to come down from the high you haven’t felt in awhile and he’s kissing your chest while lined up to your entrance.

“You can tell me no.” He offers one last time, but you shake your head fiercely.

“I want it.” You say, hand in his hair. “Do you?”

Does he? What a silly question for you to ask. He wants your everything, he wants to lay his claim and make you belong to with him. He wants to know you inside and out, wants to feel the way you’ll shudder and cry when he pushes you off the precipice.

“Yes.” He whispers, heavy eye contact as he stares down at you. “I want this. I want you.”

Your free hand comes to gently clutch the dog tags that hang from his neck, and you’re slightly breathless as you drag him down to your lips.

“You have me, you have me.”

Those pesky wires in his brain? The ones that are half connected? Well, they’re short circuiting. Maybe the wrong ones connect, because the level of possession he feels now isn’t one he thinks is normal. As the asset, he wasn’t allowed to possess anything, he was the possession…and before? Before the war and the snowy day in Austria and everything, he was sure he didn’t feel this way.

This is new, this is entirely because of you.

One hand braced at your head, the other grips the underside of your knee, keeping it far from the other and he pushes into you, maybe too fast.

The gasp that escapes your lungs is sharp and long, your eyes squeeze shut and he mirrors your drawn brows.

“I know, I know.” He comforts. “Breathe. There you go, just like that, my girl.”

His girl.

Toes are curled into the sheets. Maybe it’s because you haven’t done this in a while, or maybe because he’s so…big. You hide in his neck, chest heaving, fingers gripping his hair in hopes of relieving the pressure.

“Am I hurting you?” He asks, trying to get you to look at him.

“I just- ah, I need a second. I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing for things.” He grunts in your ear. “We could stay like this for an hour, if that’s what you need.”

With the slight adjustment of your hips under him, you breathe out. “I-I’m okay, please, do something.”

Your normally soft voice has gained an octave, it’s bordering a whine, pinched and breathless and oh so desperate. And just like that, he slowly drags out and back in and it’s the best feeling he has ever known, better than the relief that comes after the electric shock stops.

He’s courteous, he’s gentle and slow and it’s soothing to the burn between your legs, all the way up until you get comfortable and needy for more.

Holding his jaw, you kiss him deeper, with no concern for how messy it is.

“More, please.” You say into his open mouth.

“So polite.” He teases, moving a hand up to your hip.

You choke on your inhale as he quickens his pace, driving into you in such a vulgar way, you’re threatening to arch off the mattress. But he holds you down and you take it, you take it as well as he knew you would, with nails digging into his back.

“Oh- like this. Ah, James, it’s so good.” You say, slack jawed and whiney.

You sound perfect, because you sound like this just for him. He has to grunt with a face of contortion.

“It’s because you take it so well, such a good girl.”

You blush violently at the moan that you let out, and from the way you flutter around him, he has a feeling you like the name you don’t get called often.

He might not 100% remember doing things like this, but he figures it out perfectly, encouraging you to tell him what you want and how you want it. But you’re so shy. He’s practically buried in your cervix, and you’re acting shy.

He laughs at you.

“You’re too sweet.” Is what he comments before making it his mission to figure out what it is exactly that you want.

That unserious and unspoken thought that you had to be a little crazy in order for you to be so perfect, it might just be true. Because Bucky sits back on his knees and grabs your hips, pulling them up to match the way he thrusts deeply into you, and you love it.

You love it so much, you curse and he gains a look of surprise.

His angel girl is writhing and cursing.

“Fuck, I think you’re in my stomach.” You laugh, you laugh. He’s fucking you in a way soft lovers would cringe at, and you’re laughing with pleasure.

You’re perfect.

Bucky doesn’t even know if he’s fully conscious anymore, he has to be, right? It’s not guaranteed with the haze in his head and the film over his eyes and the voice that whispers over and over.

Take, take, take. It says.

брать, брать, брать.

It sounds good in both languages.

Almost as good as the sound of you practically shouting praise. Maybe it’s intense for the first time, but nothing about this relationship was going to be subtle and calm.

You don’t want it to be.

That knot forms in your stomach, it shoots heat everywhere, your heart beats so loud you’re convinced he can hear it. Your back will ache from the way it’s arched, but it all feels too good to be a concern.

“I’m getting close.” You cry, legs shaking around him, hand over your mouth.

He leans back over you and takes the hand away, caging it to the pillow, under his.

“I want to hear you. I want to hear the noise you make when you come for me.” He tells you, hot breath mixing with yours.

You nod, wide eyes, aimed to please.

Bucky’s fingers curl with yours and that’s how he keeps your hand while the your other is damaging the skin of his back. He is no stranger to pain, and the fact you don’t mean to inflict it has his lips on your throat. His teeth graze the skin, like he’s the wolf ready to rip it apart. When he does bite the skin and you jolt at the feeling, you can only assume it’s a tic that he comes with.

His tongue presses to ease any discomfort, and hips are heavy into yours as he drives you to the point of breaking apart.

It’s high pitched and sob like, how you cry and tense against him. That hand squeezes his to ground yourself, and your head tips back, pressed into the pillow, and you lose it.

He watches in amazement and that voice is so pleased.

Mine, mine, mine.

It all pushes him overboard.

He does his best to work you through it, then he’s pulling out too fast and fisting himself to finish the job, painting across your stomach and he can’t look away.

You mourn the loss of contact, but far too overwhelmed to do anything about it. You look at him with blurry eyes, hot tears have leaked into your hair and he’s looking at the way his spend lays across your skin.

Then, deep blue eyes flick back up to yours and he’s….proud.

“You with me?” He asks in a husky tone.

You nod with a heavy head.

That’s when he finally lets go of your hand, moving to rub your cheek before he grips your jaw. Not tight, nothing to hurt you, but he grips it and your swollen lips part.

“It’s you and me now. You’re mine, do you understand?”

You shouldn’t love the sound of that but you do. So you nod, eyes heavy, skin aflame. He wipes tears, kissing you sweet and like he’s following orders, he cleans you up wordlessly.

Later, he’ll watch you sleep because you can’t fight it anymore, and he’ll know that feeling in his chest has settled. He’s a ghost with a home now, he’ll stay because you invited him in.

[crowsofdarkness]

Cam Boy! Bill Skarsgard: Bill sends you naughty texts while you're on a date-Part Six

-pics not mine.-

Pairings: CamBoy!Bill Skarsgard x Viewer!Reader

Summary: Bill isn't ashamed of the work he does, showcasing his body online for anyone willing to pay. His number one rule was never to make a connection with anyone who either sent him messages or paid for private one-on-one video sessions. That was until you decided to request a certain private session.

Content Warnings: 18+ smut which includes Bill having an only fans page, masturbation, phone sex, virtual sex, and language.

Authors Note: this is a limited mini-series, just a bunch of blurbs that take place in this universe. i'm not sure exactly how long this will be. tags will be open for this if anyone is interested!

Tags: @loushaw131460 @hatterripper31 @felicity-lemons-thoughts @malenoradgn @unlimitedlust

CamBoy!Bill masterlist.

I tried so hard to pay attention to what my date was rambling on about but my mind had been elsewhere. More so, the buzzing phone on my lap. It was so wrong of me not to give my attention to my date especially when I saw text after text appear on the screen. We were seated in a pretty busy restaurant, others chatting amongst themselves during their own dates. 

“So then I told him,” John, my date, continued to ramble on, “If you want to buy this house, you need to put in an offer because there are plenty of other people who want it. Then bam, less than two hours later, I sold a three million dollar home. It’s all about pressuring them.” 

I let out a fake amused hum and took a large gulp of my wine with hopes that it would speed up the rest of this date so I could go back home. This was already gearing up to be disaster date number three this week and honestly, I was fucking over it. I was tired of the self centered men that spent most of the time boosting their own egos to even ask how I liked my food. 

“Are you going to finish that?” John pointed to my now cold steak but before I could answer, his fork stabbed into the meat and nearly inhaled it. 

Not being able to hide my disgust, I pushed away my plate and dared a glance down at my phone on my lap just as a new text from Bill came through. 

Bill: How’s the date?

Biting my lip, I felt the heaviness of my heart deep inside of my chest. We hadn’t spoken much this last week because I wanted to give my time and attention towards other men yet every time I tried, all I could think about was Bill. He apologised quite a few times for the collab he did with the one female creator and after the third apology, I reassured him that he didn’t need to since I told him I was fine with it. Bill was mostly upset with himself that his choice hurt me to which again I assured him we weren’t dating so it was fine. 

It wasn’t but I tried to tell myself it was. 

I thought I had a good chance of moving on until John opened his mouth the second I sat down at the table. 

“Oh, damn. I hate that color green on you. It does absolutely nothing to flatter you,” he shuddered while looking over my silk dress. 

Maybe there was a reason why none of these dates worked out. Yes, every one of these men were downright disgusting and egotistical but there was another reason that had been slowly lingering in the back of my mind until I was ready to admit it. 

I wanted Bill and from the voicemail he left me this morning when I woke up told me he wanted me. 

“Good morning. I hope you slept well. I know you’re trying to move on and I completely understand that. I support whatever you want but I can’t with good faith watch that happen without telling you how I feel. I like you, Y/N. I want more of whatever this relationship was in the beginning. I want to be able to call you mine. Only if you want that. I’ll let you go. I’ll have my phone with me if you want to give me an answer. Have a great day, angel.”

Out of the entire voicemail, the only thing I could be hung up on was Bill’s nickname for me. 

Angel. 

It set my entire soul ablaze. It ignited a part of me that lay dormant. I wanted to hear him say it every day for the rest of my life. 

Okay, the rest of my life might be a stretch but maybe we will get there. Eventually. 

Noticing that John still wasn’t really paying attention to me, I began texting Bill underneath the table. 

Me: I want to stab my eyes out with my butter knife so I don’t have to look at him anymore. 

Me: No, I actually want to pour this candle wax in my ears so I don’t have to hear him talk about himself for a goddamn second more. 

Bill: Please don’t do that. Your eyes are so beautiful and I’d be unable to get lost in them. 

I internally rolled my eyes before replying. 

Me: That is the cheesiest pick up line I’ve ever heard. 

Bill: Did it work?

Now, I bit my lip and slowly leaned down in my chair, hiding my phone more. John still had no idea I’d been texting someone on our date. 

Me: I don’t know. I might need something else to help. 

When Bill didn’t respond, I began eating a few of the croutons from my cesar salad, picking them out with my fingers. 

“Christ, Y/N. Use a damn fork,” John chastised me with a disgusted look. 

Maybe the fork would look better in his eyes. 

Instead of saying anything back, I stuffed my face with four more croutons, all while using my fingers, and ignored him as he grumbled something under his breath about needing more wine. While he demanded the waiter to bring us a bottle, my phone buzzed. 

Bill: Would this help?

Attached to the text was a picture, one I nearly giggled at because he looked so damn cute. 

Me: Hm, close. But not quite. 

Before I could even lock my screen, another picture appeared, only this one, Bill was shirtless, showcasing the hardlines of his abs and the dark hairs that led from his belly button down to the v-line of his hips that were barely covered by a blanket. 

So this is how he wants to play. Well, two can play at that game. 

If I tried to take a picture at this angle of my phone hidden underneath the table, it would give me like six double chins so instead, I looked through the countless mirror selfies I took before leaving for this date. It wasn't anything risque but my dress sure was. The low exposed back showed off my entire back and it was cut kind of low in the front to show off the top of my breast. It flowed out at the bottom at mid thigh. My hair was pinned up with a few loose curls falling and my make up was done light but I was sporting a blood red lip. I felt incredibly pretty, that was until John opened his mouth. 

Not bothering to attach words to the text, I sent the picture and sat my phone facedown on my lap just as the waiter brought us a new bottle of wine. Instead of John pouring me a glass like I thought he would, the waiter did and I thanked him with a genuine smile. 

“Did you forget you’re on a date with me?” John somewhat snapped after the waiter left. 

“Excuse me?” I asked with furrowed brows. “I smiled at him, calm down.” 

If only he knew what I was doing on my phone underneath the table. 

“Whatever,” John grumbled before pulling out his phone as it began ringing from his pocket. “I need to take this.” 

Expecting him to get up and leave the table, I was surprised to see he answered it while at the table. He did not care how loud he was as he conversed on the phone, gaining a few stares from people around us. 

Hiding the snarl behind my wine glass, I took a large gulp just as I picked up my phone when it went off. Nearly  choking on the wine, it burning going down the wrong pipe, I began sputtering the red liquid over the white table cloth. John once more looked at me with disgust but did nothing about it. 

Fuck him. Fuck this date. I was so over it especially with what Bill had just texted me. 

Bill: Holy fucking shit, angel. You look fucking devine. I’ve said before, green is your color. I’m setting this picture as my background. 

Then a screenshot appeared with the lock screen of his phone showing that picture. 

But that wasn’t what had me choking on my wine. It was the next picture he sent. His hand wrapped around his very hard cock, smeared precum over the slit. 

Bill: Do you see what you do to me, angel? One look at that picture has me so fucking hard. 

Patting the sweat away from my neck with a napkin, I quickly worked out a new text as John finished his phone conversation. 

Me: I choked on my wine. Give a girl a warning, will ya?

Bill: I’d love to have you choking on my cock instead.

My entire body flushed with heat and I felt the burn between my legs, desperate to have his cock there. 

Bill: Go to the bathroom and facetime me. I want you to watch as I cum in my hand. 

Don’t have to tell me twice. 

“I’m going to order us some desert. You’ll eat the tiramisu,” John basically demanded while waving down the waiter. 

“I need to use the bathroom,” I said while rising from the chair with my things, not having intentions of coming back. 

Safely inside of the one person bathroom, I locked the door behind me and then leaned against the bathroom counter while immediately facetiming Bill. The speed he answered was kind of remarkable and I was about to comment on it when the sounds of his pretty moans echoed loudly in the bathroom. 

“There’s my angel,” he breathed, showing the camera directly on his cock. 

He must have started without me because he’d been dragging his hand up and down pretty slowly. 

“Oh shit,” I stuttered at the sight. 

“I wasn’t kidding. One look at that picture had me nearly spilling in my pants. Can you put the phone down on the ground so I could look at your pretty cunt?” 

With a quick flick of my eyes to the bathroom door, I made sure it was locked and then positioned my phone on the ground so it could look up at my dress. I also put in one of my airpods because no one walkling by needed to hear Bill’s sinful moans. 

“Touch yourself,” Bill ordered with a raspy breath, the speed and grip on his cock intensifying. 

Pushing my panties to the side, I pressed two fingers on my already wet clit. My fingers danced over it with a familiar speed and I let my head fall back slightly with a moan falling from my lips. But realizing I wouldn’t be able to watch him, I looked back down at my phone. He must have had his LED lights on because his body was bathed in red. 

“I’ve missed this,” I admitted, body spasming as I felt my orgasm slowly creeping on the edges. 

“Fuck,” Bill cursed while pulling down the extra skin around his cock to the base and held it there for a long moment. “I’ve missed it too, Y/N.” 

“I’m gonna-,” the words trailed off my lips as they fell open. 

“Let go, angel. Call out my name into your hand, not that asshole. My name!” Bill demanded. 

“Bill!” 

I, in fact, did not cry it out into my hand but into the air. There was absolutely no way someone did not hear that if they were on the other side of the door. 

“That’s my good girl. You did so well,” he praised while I fell to my knees on the floor and reached for my phone. 

“You’re mine, you hear me? No more bullshit or games. Your mine and I’m yours,” Bill said right before spilling inside of his hand, making a mess of cum between his fingers. 

I hummed in sheer post orgsmic haze while watching the entire thing. “I think I’ve always been yours, Bill.”

With a promise to call him once I’m home, I ended the call to  gather myself and smoothed out my dress. As soon as I opened the bathroom door, I came to a halt before nearly running into a body. 

A very irate looking John, his face was red and contorted. 

Oh, he definitely heard my moan Bill’s name. 

Not bothering to give him the chance to talk, I pushed past him, not too nicely while only saying three words. 

“Don’t call me.” 

I didn’t bother to stay to see if he would retort. I had another phone call date waiting for me once I was home.

[dedfly]

weeell since ure taking requests, can i hear your take on Bill Cipher x equally evil reader? like, those two sillys being in love and wanting to rule the world together 🥰

have a nice day!

Thanks for the request!!!!1!1!!1

Long story short, I think partner being evil is the only reason Bill would be interested in a relationship

Bill Cipher x Equally Evil Reader

Warnings: mentions of blood, mild torture, dismemberment; Bill being a freak; mentions of blood play

∆ We all know Bill. He wouldn't fall in love with someone kind-hearted. Who wants to change and grow with him

∆ Bill doesn't think he deserves it, plus having someone nice around him would push him away. Because it's an extra reminder of how much of a dick Bill is, and he doesn't want to feel the emotions that make him reflexive

∆ He doesn't want to change

∆ He doesn't want to grow from his mistakes

∆ Honestly, he would love someone even if they just had questionable morals (or could be pushed down a bad path)

∆ SO

∆ HE WOULD LOVE SOMEONE WHO WAS SO EVIL

∆ HEAD OVER HEELS

∆ "AH, ALMOST AS BAD AS ME. AND I DON'T EVEN NEED TO CORRUPTING THEM. HOW CONVENIENT"

∆ He will push (suggest) his partner to do some horribly moral thing for him. He's still very bossy, sp of course he would boss you around too.

∆ He will be happy if you do something for him, and he would do you a favour later wink wink

∆ BUT IF YOU OFFER TO DO IT TOGETHER

∆ Oh boy he would look like he would explode from happiness

∆ He will gladly kill someone with you. Definitely blushes and giggles if you grab a knife with his hand so that you hold the knife together

I don't believe Bill is a tsundere in relationships. He's terribly open about how much he enjoys being with you. Especially if you're a maniac like him. Giddy giddy triangle

∆ Will absolutely appreciate it if you kill someone for him without him asking

∆ A lot of bloody kissing and blood play

∆ You guys both messy in your make out sessions

∆ Bro is freaky when it comes to dismemberment and blood

∆ It riles him up and if you are here

∆ Well things get heated quickly

∆ Will act cute and simpering, batting his eyelashes, asking you to skin someone alive

∆ Sighs languidly when you do his bidding in front of him, ignoring the death rattles of the victim

∆ He is more than content to have you around

∆ He can finally feel like himself

∆ And yeah, of course it would be toxic, he's still an insecure clingy bastard, but if we're talking about equals, you're probably just as insecure clingy bastard as he is

∆ So you'll both be clingy, but freak out, then your partner is clingy too.

∆ This is definitely something new for both of you

∆ Especially if you have similar personalities, it's so weird to interact with a creature that acts like you

∆ But in a thousand years, you'll both be an even stronger couple, because you'll stick together and eventually merge into one big nasty ball of evil (figuratively speaking)

∆ You'll both feel like a safe space for each other, while being absolutely terrible to others

∆ Is that healthy? Hell no

∆ You're both just drowning in your problems, but drowning ✨ together✨

Romance, am I right?

[rezwrites]

hellooo could you do a part 2 to the enemies to lovers detectiv au? (rio x reader) ik u must have a lot of requests right now so remember to take care of urself 🫶

Thank you! Here you go!

Warnings: established relationship, general fluff

a/n: first part here. Sry for this being short!

「Hey baby! I’m really sorry but the investigation just hit a new lead, so it’s going to be a late night. I promise we will have date night as soon as this case is wrapped.」

You stared at your phone, heavy disappointment weighing on your chest. It was a rare instance where you and Rio both supposedly had the night and next day off, so you had planned a date night. Sighing, you paid your small bill, walking out the restaurant.

Bright, twinkling lights and quietness enveloped the house as you walked in. Jupiter bounded up to you, toy in his mouth wanting to play. Picking up his toy to toss it you noticed he’s quickly enamored himself with the fairy lights hanging around the living room; A little touch Rio added to the house.

Admittedly, the relationship was rocky at first, trying to navigate this new dynamic between you two, but you both soon got on the same page combating obstacles together. After seven months of dating you finally built up the courage to ask her to move in. It’s been a wonderful few months since she moved in, coming home to her cooking dinner or vice versa. Quite pleased to see how well Rio and Jupiter bonded. Too well in some cases, a vivid memory of how you had to shut Jupiter out of the bedroom because Rio had kept getting too distracted to help you put up pictures frames; Rio claimed his orange fur and sweet face was hypnotizing.

Changing into more comfortable clothes, you settled on the couch flipping through streaming apps to find something to watch. Choosing a show you cuddled up with Jupiter, zoning out.

—

Two hours later you heard the front door open. Standing up you saw Rio taking off her shoes by the door, a thin box in her hands, “I thought it was a late night?”

“It was supposed to. That new lead led us straight to the criminal. Chief rotated the squad out to rest.” She kissed you, before pulling back, “I’m really sorry about tonight, baby. I got snacks for us though!” she excitedly held out the bag for you.

“I’m honestly just glad to see you, and not hearing you crawl into bed early in the morning.” you rubbed her shoulders releasing some of the tension there. Jupiter wedged himself between you two, meowing for attention.

“Hey, buddy!” She dropped down, scooping him up to press multiple pecks to his face. A deep exhausted sigh leaves her lips, “As much as I want to be in the interrogation room grilling the perp, I’m so, so happy to be home.”

“I’m happy you’re home too, baby.” you kissed you again urging her to go wash up and change. After turning everything off in the living room you set up the bed, laying out the snacks and setting up the show in the bedroom. Rio joined you in bed, leaning over to kiss you, “Date tomorrow?”

“Absolutely,” you giggled, cuddling up to her. Despite dinner not going as planned your gals to end your night like this. Jupiter loafed himself at the edge of the bed, purring in contentment. The both of you spent the rest of the night snack and binge watching the show in a state of bliss.

[matcha-milkies]

LIKE AN OLEANDER

Summary: Bill Cipher needs a footstool and a thoroughly Stockholmed Ford is happy to oblige.

Relationships: Bill Cipher & Ford Pines, Pyronica is there too

Content Warnings: Abuse, Master/Pet, Psychological Torture/Horror/Trauma, Stockholm Syndrome, Victim Blaming, Sensory Deprivation

Tags: Triangle Bill, Canon Divergence - Weirdmageddon, Bill Cipher Wins, Collars, Chains, Whump, Hurt No Comfort, Bill Cipher is a Jerk

Word Count: 1,306

Link to AO3: Here

A/N: Based on @jellyskink’s immaculate Domesticated Ford AU, in which Bill mentally breaks Ford in the 1980s and brainwashes him into an obedient and fawning pet. Weirdmageddon started early, and over time the weirdness bubble surrounding Gravity Falls naturally expanded to contain both California and Oregon. If you want to learn more, there’s a lot more tidbits on their blog, though fair warning it’s a pretty dark and sad AU.

Thank you, jellyskink, for giving me the green light to write a fic for this!

I saw someone say this au is “all pain, no sex” which is really at the heart of what I look for in fics, but is so painstakingly absent in most fandoms, so this is a godsend •⩊•

If you haven’t listened to “Oleander” by Mother Mother what are you even doing with your life /lh

Bill Cipher is in a particularly good mood today. He and Pyronica probably broke a record for largest bonfire in California, even counting all their previous antics over the years. Not the dream demon’s most creative endeavor by a long shot, but hey, sometimes you just gotta start a blazing inferno to let off some steam. Nothing wrong with a bit of simple, straightforward arson now and then.

It’s only when he returns to the Fearamid, practically glowing, buzzing and high off the screams of the innocent, that he remembers the state he left Sixer in.

The man is in a kneeling position, collared by the neck. His hair, fluffy and disheveled, feathers down to around his shoulders, brushing against the cruel blue metal. His twelve fingers twitch and grasp at nothing, futilely, as though groping for purchase on a rugged cliffside. His purple sweater is rumpled in places, like he had pulled and grabbed at that too, to no evident avail. He’s whimpering to himself, words that are at first indiscernible as Bill enters the massive chamber.

The scientist is tethered to a ring near the base of the Throne of Frozen Human Agony, staring vacantly into the middle space, unseeing. It’s not his fault. Bill severed all input from his optic nerves, so he literally can’t see. Or hear. Or feel. Yeah, he cut off those nerves too. It was supposed to be a punishment that lasted a few hours. And then Bill had left and gotten carried away with his fun, and well, it had been an entire day.

Whoops.

Make no mistake, he doesn’t feel bad about it. If anything, it’s kind of funny, like forgetting to feed your dog! Wait. Humans don’t find that funny. Well, who can expect them to understand the emotions of an all-powerful chaos god? He draws closer, and the previously indiscernible words sharpen into clarity.

“I love you, my muse. I love you.”

Repeated ad nauseam to the uncaring void.

“Aww,” Bill clasps his hands together and brings them closer to his eye. “He’s so pathetic!” Pyronica, who came in with him, nods her agreement and laughs along. This must be what it’s like to catch your puppy mid-dream, its little tongue lolling and leg kicking at nothing.

He can’t remember whether he instructed his pet to repeat those words or not. Honestly, it’s anyone’s guess. Bill’s will and Ford’s are so inextricable at this point that Ford often does things without needing to be told. Of course, they’re not entirely on the same wavelength, or else punishment wouldn’t be required in the first place.

“Eh, remind me to snap him out of it in another half an hour,” Bill says, settling himself on the throne. With a wave of an arm he summons a martini glass. “I’m gonna have myself a drink.”

“Sure thing, boss.” He summons a glass for her too, and hipshot, she accepts. “Hey, you think we should’ve put the fire out before we left?”

They both share a hearty chuckle over that. “Would be a shame if it all burned down!” Bill sighs as the laughter dies down. “Nah, but seriously. California will still be there for us to play with tomorrow. And if it isn’t, we can always just rebuild it! In my image! Ha!”

“Yeah. Technically the fires are my image though.”

“Touché!”

They talk for a while, maybe 20 minutes or so in this fashion, casually sipping time punch and discussing unnatural disasters like they’re music festivals. Ford goes completely untouched and unnoticed, until suddenly Bill returns his attention to the human, and a light bulb goes off next to his hat.

“Wait. Do you wanna see something hysterical? I have the best idea.”

Every sensation returns to Ford at once in a flood of color, touch and sound. Sometimes, when Bill is feeling merciful, he eases him back into it, but his merciful moods are few and far between. More commonly, he likes to toss the scientist in the deep end and watch him flounder, tears quickly beading at the corners of Ford’s eyes and spilling fatly over his cheeks. His body convulses in a singular, broken sob, and before he can finish another apologetic, “I love you,” Bill hits him with a hard command.

“Stanford! I need a footstool!” The demon extends his legs and wiggles his feet a little. He whistles as though beckoning a dog. “Come ‘ere!”

Despite his disorientation, Ford rushes to obey, lurching in the direction of Bill’s voice and falling flat on his face. Shakenly, he picks himself off the ground, letting loose a singular groan.

“I’m still waiting!” Bill sings, swinging his legs a little for effect. Pyronica snickers. Ford tries again, following the sound of his muse’s voice, although he is quickly dismayed to find that he’s already reached the end of his chain. He falls just short of Bill’s feet, and no matter how he chokes himself, no matter how hard he tugs at the collar or the chain attached, he can’t go any further than this. His distress is evident in the way he keens.

“What are you doing?” Bill demands, rolling his eye. “All I asked for was a simple footstool and you can’t even do that? Bad! Bad dog!” Ford sobs.

“I-I’m sorry, my muse!” he rasps, the cold metal of the collar pressing in on his windpipe as he strains to obey. “I’m so sorry!”

Pyronica is practically in stitches at this point, and Bill is a showman, a class clown ever chasing the next laugh. “Are you really though?” His eye wanes to an amused crescent. “Do you even love me, if you can’t even follow a command as simple as this?”

“Yes!” Ford insists with a cry. “Yes, my muse, I love you! I’m sorry that I’m so useless… Please, please forgive me…”

“Why should I? Do you think you deserve forgiveness?”

“N- No,” Ford sniffs, “but—”

“Alright, alright. Since I’m in such a good mood, I’ll give you a hand.” Bill waves his hand in a circle and the chain elongates, allowing just enough slack for Ford to crawl under his waiting feet. Bill settles them heavily on top of Ford’s back and sighs. “Ahh, that’s better.” The man shakes under the weight.

“Thank you, my muse,” he says. Normally, he would be a lot happier about serving Bill like this, but he’s clearly still torn up over his recent punishment and failures. “Thank you so much.”

“Don’t mention it, kid!” Bill rests his hands behind his ‘head,’ or rather, the tip of his topmost vertex. “Maybe after this, if you’re good, you can have a treat.”

“R- Really? Oh, thank you so much, my muse. I promise I’ll be good.” His voice is still wavery from the earlier-shed tears, but his cheer seems to be returning. It’s not difficult to keep the man happy when he’s so thoroughly and hopelessly smitten with his muse. Bill could have Pyronica drop-kick Ford off the top of the Fearamid right now and when he reached the bottom he would find a way to smile and thank Bill, no matter how many broken pieces he was in.

“Yeah. Now shut up while I get some reading in. Hasn’t anyone ever told you footstools don’t talk? Sheesh.” With a sigh, Bill summons an extradimensional magazine and floats it in front of his eye, every so often flipping through the pages. Pyronica says she’s off to see what Teeth and Keyhole are up to, and Bill acknowledges her departure with a little grunt and wave. Ford stifles a whimper. His back has already been giving him issues lately, and this definitely isn’t helping matters, but he soldiers through it for his muse. He’s determined not to mess up again. He’s determined to be a good footstool.

A/N: This is my first time writing from Bill’s perspective! I don’t usually write him this cruel, so it was a fun change of pace to lean full force into that side of him. Thanks again, jellyskink, I hope you liked this little installment!

[comfortless]

sylly (like silly yk yk) what are your könig hcs? 🌹

SYLLY?! i…. Ok…. fair warning this is a little long… all that i do is think about this guy someone get him out of my head.

tread carefully reading this! there is a lot of sensitive content here: mental health stuff, abuse, mentions of sex and pornographic material, suicidal ideation, etc etc.

Generic, silly headcanons:

He prefers coffee (black) over tea, but he does have a bit of a sweet tooth (will never resist caramel if it’s presented to him). Honestly, he’s pretty self-reliant when it comes to food, too. On lazy days, he makes enough to where a takeout bill is hardly a concern, but for the most part he cooks! Not a chef by any means, but nothing he ever makes is bad!

Definitely wants a big, loving family, the polar opposite of what he had growing up as an only child in a far less than perfect household. Not a dealbreaker, but he does yearn for all of the love that he’s missed out on and then some.

Not big on video games, but… I do think he is absolutely spending every lonely leave playing Elder Scrolls. Would be so easy to convince to go larping or to a renfaire. I see everyone’s car/bike guy headcanons and I raise you… obsessed with fantasy König. He loves history and myth!! Why not combine the two and see him in chainmail.

The scent & kink posts. But to add… he’s an affectionate biter. (,: Knows the correct places to do so that won’t cause damage or hurt too terribly much. Likes to sniff you just as well! The embodiment of the “merge souls with me” post; in love, he just wants to feel you any way that he can and have some part of you lingering on him, even if it’s just a stray hair or your scent clinging to his shirt or pillowcase.

Cheating is never on this guy’s mind when he’s in a relationship. If he’s found a lady not running for the hills the second she catches sight of him, that’s his one and only. Sure, he may find himself attracted to someone else at some point or other during the duration of a relationship, but he’s devoted and disciplined! There’s never the fear of anyone coming in between he and his lover. He’ll spoil you with gifts, clingy to a point it’s overbearing, always giving you the utmost care… but is not opposed to bullying you into being a submissive, trembling mess either. He’s balanced!

Adores animals. Like any of them. There’s a special place in his heart for cats, but having a constant companion that he can take on hikes like a large dog would be ideal. Would definitely consider owning a tarantula or a snake, too. ^^ He isn’t scared of anything, let alone a creature that most are misinformed about… (he projects a little..). He would treat them just as well as anyone would treat a more “normal” pet. Understanding if you wouldn’t want to hold a giant arachnid (they’re delicate and you squirming over it would make him a bit protective over the poor thing. ): ), but it would mean a lot to him if you were more accepting.

König would not be a pretty sight (to most people) the majority of the time… I doubt that he takes care of himself past training his body and his allotted one-two minute military showers. His character description describes what is rumored to be under his mask as scary. Let him have his buzzcut, and scars, and teeth or old wounds a little too fucked up to fix! Unconventionally attractive is still attractive! (i think his ‘face reveal’ is actually so cute…)

Lots of sporadic little thoughts, but… Ambidextrous, can not ride a bike, whistles/hums to fill lapses of silence, flexes his fingers/cracks his knuckles when he’s nervous, definitely snores (loudly), brushes his teeth like 3-4 times a day (when he can) because he eats so much, not a picky eater at all, thinks it’s cute if you’re affectionately a little grossed out by him from time to time, absolutely the kind of person that thinks fuel and fire smell good, fluent in English and German but certainly knows many words and phrases from other languages.

Kind of clumsy. Overthinks the way his body looks to the point where sometimes his movements are a little stiff. Overestimates how tall a door frame may be if he’s distracted in the presence of others, hits his head and plays it off like he didn’t even notice. He’s (obviously) highly confident on the field, but in regular circumstances it’s totally reversed.

Though. Yeah. Sometimes this does translate onto the field. Can’t stay in one place for too long, once knocked an enemy soldier out by barreling into him. He’s a quick shot, skillful with any weapon that falls into his hands, but his focus can get a little skewed.

He collects some things. Nothing exactly pricy, but antique knives, coins, and a pocket watch or two. And he isn’t the most apt at putting things together in an appealing way… The first time you’re allowed into his house it looks like he’s robbed some vintage hunting shop/is planning something nefarious with the way he’s just got a few daggers strewn about his kitchen table. Just push them to the side, it’s fine! (His favorite is certainly one with a handle carved from a stag’s antler.)

Definitely takes a physical approach to bad feelings. @melancholic-thing mentioned to me that he bites himself when he’s feeling dejected or frustrated and yeah. (All of Ghost’s hcs for him are factually correct.) Not going to punch a hole through the wall but may aggressively slam a door or raise his voice before he can catch himself.

I have many thoughts about König’s childhood/early adulthood. Like, too many. But to summarize…

I think that everyone experiences bullying to an extent but what would make it so bad that it managed to make its way into the scraps that we do have of him? What made him so fundamentally unlikable to his peers? /: With my König I’ve settled on it being a blend of neurodivergency and a nightmare home life and alienation from his peers.

Height is predominantly viewed as a good trait. I don’t think it was necessarily his appearance at all that got him picked on so heavily (albeit… I do think that he would have had some scars, crooked teeth, regular facial bruising or cuts from scraps with other children/his father). Perhaps not the most conventionally attractive guy around, but normally viewed as a solid 5/10, just average. The kind of person who you wouldn’t remember from just a face alone.

His personality was always memorable though.

Whilst the other children/teenagers were interested in the regular trends, sports, whatever was shown on the television or heard on the radio at the time, I think he probably would have had a great interest in escapism!!

Comics, books, researching history and geography, etc, anything that could keep him from thinking of where he was/what other people viewed him as. He had a lot of strange things to say: odd facts (like the kind of person to tell you the longest word in the dictionary because he thinks it’s cool, “um actually—“ to correct something, monologuing about some bug you’ve just squashed and how it was not just a pest but very useful in nature, borderline concerning reactions to being shunned (feigned threats of violence that he would laugh off, things he’s probably heard from media and his own parents), over explaining himself for the simplest of misunderstandings, and… quoting his Oma’s very old-fashioned turns of phrase (think of little Kö regularly saying “Du gehst mir tierisch auf den Keks.” when he’s annoyed whereas the others say things far less dated like “Du gehst mir auf den Sack.”)

With him being difficult to relate to and having the most uncanny things slip out of his mouth, others probably did view him as a bit of a freak. He didn’t particularly stand up for himself often either apart from a few fights (and would never hit a girl). He would stay quiet, pretend to focus on his studies or whatever else was before him while the other children jeered and taunted. Regularly a target for fake confessions and offers to hang out outside of school, too.

König did have crushes, did have people he thought were cool and wanted to befriend, but after the third time of showing up someplace that he had to walk to on his own to find that no one had actually wanted to spend their time with him, he gave up.

I don’t think he had a good relationship with his parents or much of anyone. Seriously, leaving for the military at seventeen sets off a ton of alarm bells! He left the week of his Oma’s passing, because what else was there for him — no girlfriend, no prospects, hardly a relationship with his mother or father.

His father was your standard shit parent— womanizing, loud, physically abusive towards König. “Bonding” activities with him always had a heavy lean towards violence: hunting and arguing that usually resulted in fist fighting his own son seemed to be his favorites. A small man with an equally small ego— he probably would have boasted about his affairs to König, exposed him to pornography as a way of making sure his son wasn’t anything other than straight (which: never stopped his curiosity). He would never hold back from telling König that he would never in a million years find a girl willing to put up with his supposed stupidity and shortcomings. Generally just viewed his own son as utterly worthless if not for use as a punching bag.

In turn, König always loathed him, would dread hearing the bastard just walking around the house because he knew he would always find something to bicker with his wife or son over. Nothing that they ever did would be deemed correct, and his social anxiety initially developed from his dealings with him.

His mother was withdrawn, emotionally neglectful. König was just… there to her; another mouth to feed, another person begging for the attention she would have rather spared on herself.

She wasn’t a bad mother and she did try, but the product of dealing with his father’s nonsense + letting her own mental illness go unchecked (as in, his father controlled the family financially and why would he let her blow through their funds to see a therapist and “lose her lucidity with pills and ridiculous talks”). There were some days when she would be feeling more like herself and take König along with her for walks through the park where she would try to ask him about his life, about school, and… he would end up spilling his guts to her only for her to return to silence. Still, those were his favorite days. His fondest memory was picking a flower for her on one of those walks, one that she kept pressed and later framed.

There were never family dinners, no movie nights, no day trips or vacations. The most blissful of days were spent in the comfort of his room where he could keep the door locked and muffle the sounds of his parents arguing with loud music.

So, König did not have much of a safe space within his own home, but he had his Oma and her cluttered little house. She had books and plenty of food, even a cat, too. Though she was like his mother, stern and withdrawn, she would at least sit with him and tell him stories of her own life. She would at least tell him “Ich lieb dich, Käferchen!” in her quiet voice, stroke his head where he would sit with his nose buried in a book beside her. She would show him her dusty antiques, her old photographs, and in turn taught him to be a proper man by making him tend to what needed to be done around her house. And the garden. He loved his Oma’s garden, full of orchids, petunias, and tomatoes she would mash up to make him goulash or tomatensalat!

With Austria’s leading religion being Catholicism, I do think his Oma would have dragged him with her to service plenty, too. Not that he ever particularly enjoyed it… just zoned out with a plastic soldier in his pocket to fidget with or some trading card he spent the money he earned doing chores for her on. He’s never considered himself religious, thought himself to be bound for Hell no matter what, even if most of the time he felt that he was already there.

You take a puppy that’s been beaten down his entire life, but still remains eager and throw him in a barrack with people more horrible than any bully he’s ever had, though…? He starts taking his father’s advice more and more then. He wouldn’t harm anyone that he didn’t view as deserving of it, but it didn’t need to go that far that often, anyway. König is aware of the space he takes up by then, aware that all of his training has made him more broad and sturdy, and those playground fights are nothing compared to what he’s capable of now.

He gets his callsign from a quip about him owning nothing. His barrack is empty, devoid of pictures or any sentimental belongings. He rarely checks his phone, there might be the occasional missed call from a spam number, what is there to even see? He has no social media presence, every leave is spent in a shitty apartment only a days travel from his hometown, and he is utterly silent when the other soldiers invite him out for drinks. So yes, he’s a king. The king of absolutely nothing.

One of these rowdy boys does eventually coax him into talking to a woman. He loses his virginity in a disgusting bar bathroom, where he asks her after the two minutes he’s spent inside of her if it means anything to her at all. She laughs, washes herself in the sink and calms him down, but doesn’t give him her number or anything more than her first name.

He’s starved for love, utterly miserable without it, but doesn’t have much of a desire to seek it out, either. He’s seen how people are, how they treat him. But time and time again he will grapple onto any thread that may lead him to a pinhole of hope when it’s offered to him. For the most part, he has his hand and a perpetually almost-empty bottle of lotion.

And it’s not much of a surprise that König has contemplated suicide more times than he can count. It has never culminated in any way, only fearing that he would disappoint his men, even further disappoint his parents, maybe even a small part of him still believes in a Hell; that maybe with enough vigilantism on his part he’ll earn his way to a pleasant afterlife, one he teeters on the separation of believing in and not.

He doesn’t think about his mental health, always haunted by his father’s words, thinking that assuredly it would make him weak if he were to seek help for something like his own thoughts. So he overexerts himself during workouts, bottles everything other than rage and love inside: no one is going to see him cry, not ever again after being laughed at for him hundreds of times during school where he sat being called an “ugly giant” a “daydreaming freak” and an “idiot” near daily where silent tears did escape, only spurring further laughter.

Though I do not write him with these things in mind for every au, there are always subtle hints scattered about. ^^ I could probably prattle on forever about him, but I will leave you with this for now…

[httpsawesome]

I am. Obsessed. With the image of:

(also like a minor content warning since I started typing out ideas and since it's about Harry it dipped into his suicide idealization a little bit)

In the universe where Kim got shot, he spends a few days in the hospital drifting in and out of consciousness due to the concussion and other intense injuries, spending his waking time trying to gather any information at all about Harry's condition. Beyond Jean visiting the one time, with barely any relevant information at all since jean visited Kim first before checking Harry, he hasn't heard anything.

It isn't until he's cleared to go home that he was even able to get Harry's home phone number from the 41st station at all, and this is where I have 2 different ideas I spin around:

If Harry answers the call, then Kim is relieved and honestly privately embarrassed he was being so obsessed with making sure Harry is alive and okay. But then he learns that in the days since Harry was driven home he wasn't visited or checked up on by anyone, ts been 2 or 3 days (I think on day 3 then there's a chance Judit would call out of her own volition, maybe) and he would be so pissed. Harry would talk about how he's been trying to "make good progress" by cleaning his apartment on his own and being super careful to NOT pull the stitches, absolutely talking around the fact that hes pushing himself far too hard by deep cleaning the place by himself on a gunshot wound, and Kim would find a way to physically go over there.

Or Harry wouldn't answer, most likely because he destroyed his phone a while back or he stopped paying the electricity bills (which would be like, an early sign of how pre-martinaise Harry planned everything to go. In my mind it's likely his apartment was cleaned a little bit to throw out the truly embarrassing stuff, and there's no power running through it since he cancelled it) and so Kim's call didn't go through at all. And he would freak out. There would be a part of him that is, a little, convinced that Harry Du Bois was never real. He wouldn't listen to that though, and would instead be more concerned with the fact that he might not be okay and he NEEDS to just. Make sure. So Kim does something he would say is highly unprofessional and a little unwell himself and find his address and just Go There. He has to make sure he is okay, or didn't get another infection or pull his stitches, or that he wasn't left alone in an obviously triggering apartment full of god knows what.

I think if the call does go through but Harry still didn't answer then Kim wouldn't visit him - it would be possible for him to talk himself out of it, convinced that Harry actually doesn't want to talk to him in general or at least in that moment, and try and go back to life as it was before. In the coming time he would get other confirmations that Harry and the events were indeed real (any amount of relief he felt at the confirmation he wouldn't let himself bask in since he "shouldn't even have been worried about that in the first place") and he would just. Try and move on.

But if it played out in the first two ways then I think Kim would find a way to physically see him as soon as possible.

[lieutenantfloyd]

i LOVE the iceman dating headcannons - can we have cyclone dating headcannons pls 🙏🙏🙏 i am in such a cyclone mood atm it’s unbelievable

Dating headcanons — Beau "Cyclone" Simpson

Pairing: Beau "Cyclone" Simpson x reader

Warnings: Slight mentions of insecurities and trauma.

a/n: Hello and thank you! I really enjoyed writing this!

If you haven't already, please check out the general Cyclone headcanons I posted a while back, as there are more than a few references to them in this post!

The first several months of your relationship will be the toughest.

He's terribly guarded and has all but forgotten how to let anyone in.

You'll honestly just have to wait him out. Meeting him where he is and proving to him that you're in it for the long haul.

When he finally starts to let you in is when your relationship gets very serious.

He's quite traditional in how he views his (and only his!) role in a relationship.

On the flip side, he expects next to nothing from you and is wholly grateful for you even just being with him.

I headcanon that he's had to look after himself since a pretty early age, and is used to just kind of... getting by?

Like he's extremely put together on a professional front, but on a personal one, he's an "eating a shitty frozen microwave meal in front of the TV on a Friday night" kinda man.

Not that he couldn't take better care of himself, he just found putting all that effort in for one person a bit depressing.

Now given the opportunity, he's an absolute dream to date

He's paying all the bills, doing the home repairs/improvements, taking your car to the shop, etc.

If you protest this, he will sit you down and quite literally tell you that "your money is your money, and my money is also your money."

And like I said, he expects nothing in return.

However, if you do want to do something to make his life easier, like pack his lunch or iron his uniform, he'd be a goner.

It's also in these small gestures that he best shows his love.

Doing the tasks you dislike, knowing your preferences, anticipating the things you'll need to complete, and making your life just a bit easier is where he shines.

At each restaurant and cafe you go to he has your order memorized.

He is the best cook and will cook for you whenever he has time

He's totally the breakfast-in-bed type too!

Will probably have stayed up late the night before to bake a loaf of brioche for french toast, and will serve it to you on a fancy wooden breakfast tray (that he handmade) with a fresh flower from the garden because that's just the kind of man he is.

If you offer him any he'll refuse, instead preferring to have you fuss over him and his habit of having nothing but a single cup of black coffee for breakfast.

He will, however, accept bacon. Thick cut, cherry smoked.

His desk both on base and at home is covered in pictures of you.

Like Iceman, he isn't jealous, but very protective.

This is also the only point of contention in your relationship.

He has some insecurities and would be absolutely devastated If you were to vie for others' attention or flirt back with them.

Ironically, he absolutely loves to show you off; and will use any such occasion to spoil you.

Will tell you stories from his various deployments.

And cherishes the way you squeeze his hand when the tougher memories come back.

Very nearly worked himself into a worry the first time you were going to stay at his place.

Now he struggles to sleep without you beside him.

Loves nothing more than to cuddle up with you in bed or on the couch.

More often than not, you'll end your day just like that.

With the added bonus of him reading whatever book he's been reading aloud to you.

Will 100% take you on bookstore dates!

He'll order himself a coffee in the cafe before happily setting you free with his wallet.

Will happily carry and/or guard the stacks of books you pick out.

If you happen to pick out a book or two for him, he'll get almost bashful??

Knowing you not only cared enough but paid enough attention to his interests to know just what he'd like hits him directly in his soft spot.

Each year he takes you back home to Alaska.

It's one of the few times you get to see his personality shine in private and in public.

The trips are only a few weeks long at the most.

Although as the days pass, you both secretly hope to get snowed in for the whole winter.

These trips have spawned not only some of your favorite memories as a couple, but moving back there with you in tow has become his retirement plan.

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[lunerna21]

I've been feeling on and off for a while, but I wanted to talk about a couple of things

(***LONGISH POST AHEAD! MY BRAIN IS RUNNING AT A MILLION MILES PER HOUR!***)

I THOUGHT WEREN'T GETTING A BOOK 7 UPDATE BUT WE’RE STACKED FOR BOTH EN AND JPN SERVERS!!

I'm gonna talk briefly about the EN server and then jump to talking about the JPN server

I was honestly expecting them to release maybe one more chapter before the end of the year, BUT THIS PERFECTLY OKAY WITH ME~!

I do wish they had just released Playful Land the beginning of October instead of the ending, but I'm glad the beginning of the month is Playful Land and then the end is Book 7

IM NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO SOBBING FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME BUT WE'RE FINALLY PROGRESSING COMPARED TO LAST YEAR

I JUST WANT TO HUG SILVER AND SEBEK CAUSE I WAS INCONSOLABLE WHEN SEBEK WAS STRAIGHT FUCKING SOBBING AND SILVER KEPT BLAMING HIMSELF FOR EVERYTHING

IF WE GET ONE MORE CHAPTER IN DECEMBER FOR BOTH SERVERS, OOOOOOOOOO YANA I WILL GIVE YOU ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING!

Now, onto the JPN Server!!

***SPOILERS TO JPN SERVER BOOK 7 CONTENT! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!***

.....Folks let me just say one thing...someone is gonna have to play for my therapy bills after this next chapter...

AND RUGGIE LOOKS SO CUTE BUT THEN I SAW HOW PEOPLE WERE SAYING HE'S ATTENDING ANOTHER SCHOOL IN HIS DREAM, SO ANOTHER STUDENT THAT DOESN'T DREAM ABOUT STILL BEING AT NRC!!!

I can't blame Ruggie either considering he was traumatized from Leona attacking AND trying to kill him, but also just how much Ruggie has been through SINCE THE GODDAMN DAY HE WAS BORN!

YANA, I SWEAR TO THE GREAT SEVEN IF THEY MAKE IT THAT BOTH HIS PARENTS ARE ALIVE AND RUGGIE HAS A HARD TIME COPING WITH THE REALITY THAT HE HAS TO GO BACK TO LOSING THEM AND BEING BROKE, I WILL BE SENDING YOU MY THERAPY BILL

LIKE, LOOK AT THIS FREAKING CUTIE!!

Ruggie Bucchi is without a doubt one of my favorite characters from Twist and IM GOING TO BE HAVING SUCH A HARD TIME SEEING RUGGIE GO THROUGH HIS TRAUMAS, CONSIDERING HE KEEPS THINGS PRIVATELY TO HIMSELF

RUGGIE BUCCHI, YOU ARE LOVED!!😭❤️❤️❤️

I am also so INCREDIBLY curious to see Leona's dream. Is he gonna be aware that it's a dream and accepts it? Is he like everyone else and doesn't remember anything from Lilia's farewell party?

And this will FINALLY BE ADDRESSED IN THIS UPDATE?!

WHAT DOES THAT MEANNNNNN?!?!

SOOOOOO WHAT DID YOU GIVE THEN, LEONA!?!

THIS QUESTION HAS BEEN EATING ME ALIVE FOR SO WAY TOO LONG BUT I SWEAR TO GOD IF WE DON'T GET ANSWERS FOR THIS IM GONNA RIP MY HAIR OUT

I FEEL OUT OF ALL THE BOOKS IN TWISTED WONDERLAND, THIS GROUP NEEDS REDEMPTION AND I WANNA SEE THEM BOND AND CRY TOGETHER OR SOMETHING JUST GIVE IT TO ME!!!

THE MOMENT I CAN GET A TRANSLATED VERSION OF THE UPDATE, I'M HAVING A TALL GLASS OF WINE AND SOME GREENERY (😉) AND DIVING INTO THIS CHAPTER!

LASTLY, I CANNOT BELIEVE WE ARE SO MUCH CLOSER (HOPEFULLY CAUSE I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE) TO SEEING ACE AND DEUCE AGAIN!!

AHHHHHH FHEJAFIOEAJFJERAJF I NEED TO SEE THEM BEFORE THE END OF THE YEAR

One concern I have though is we haven't see the dream/visions of when Prince Philip gets kidnapped by Maleficent and her goons

SO WHAT IF HE'S JUST WAITING FOR THE PERFECT OPPORTUNITY TO CUT US OFF AND PREVENT US FROM MAKING ANY MORE PROGRESS?!

AND WHAT ABOUT THIS ⬇️ ?!?!?!?!?!?!? (Sorry if it's a lot lol I'm overwhelmed, is it obvious?😂)

AHHHHHHH I JUST DON'T KNOW IF WE'LL GET ANSWERS FOR THIS IN HEARTSLABYUL'S CHAPTER, BUT IM HORRIFIED IM SEEING ACE AND DEUCE OVERBLOT OR SOMETHING

I NEED TO GO CALM DOWN, BUT I HOPE WE GET SOME ANSWERS!!

[kaciidubs]

Camboy!SKZ Headcanons | Maknae Line

❣ Summary: What it would be like if the SKZ boys were camboys? An idea brought on by @onmykneesforchanlix ❣ ❣ Warnings: Camboy AU, kink discussion [mommy kink, pet play, orgasm denial, begging, overstimulation, deception], sex toys ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Slight crack energy for Jisung, Felix is hinted at having an interest in a certain camboy. ❣ Hyung Line ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣

Jisung

The people’s princess, quokkasungie, honestly started his account on a drunken dare. Yeah, really.

His very, very, first video on his account - that’s still there to this day - is a video from that same fateful night, a poorly recorded, slightly out of focus video of him jacking off with unabashed moans and desperate whimpers for a release.

Very unceremonious and unplanned, but for some reason it got views and he liked the attention - even if hearing himself as desperate as he was still makes him turn redder than a tomato.

As an upgrade to his procedure/setup, he invested in a webcam to add to his desktop computer, which provided his viewers a better view to his bedroom and bed - his personal stage.

His content is very much viewer interactive, his pleasure hinging on the messages sent in from the anonymous users as they guide him through the session; sometimes allowing him a straight through orgasm, while other times forcing him through orgasm denial after orgasm denial, getting drunk off of the needy whimpers and whines from his putty lips.

He owns a few toys, between 3 or 6, and the ones that make the most appearances in his lives are his pretty pink [viewer gifted] dildo, and matching cockring.

Is friends with leeknowswho and had one stream where he [Minho] was the one guiding him through his live session - it was one of Jisungs highest viewed lives to date and people still beg him to have another session with the mystery man.

Felix 

Introducing the content king who has everyone falling to their knees, the freckled fairy sunshinebokkie!

He started camboying because, well, he wanted to! There’s no grand story about his motivations for it, other than it was something he wanted to try for the sake of trying it, much like most of his other hobbies. At some point this side hustle sort of became more of his main job, while his main job became a part time gig.

Since he had previous experience in streaming/social media, doing this was basically a walk in the park, just with the added bonus of showing off his dick and hole to thousands of horny beggars. It’s empowering in its own special way.

His streams are diverse in content, ranging from streams simply for him to get off, streams where he showcases the “sponsor of the month” with the toys they’ve sent for him to try out, to themed scenarios his viewers voted for him to act out, and even streams where the viewers control how and when he could pleasure himself.

Speaking of toys, he has a collection that would make a pornstar blush; normal dildos, dragon dildos, silicon grinders, vibrators, buttplugs, nipple clamps, cockrings [vibrating and metal], a cock cage - he even has a goal for a fuck machine stream [per the request of his viewers].

His viewers always rave about wanting him to collaborate with other streamers and he always replies with the same flustered laugh and sparkling eyes, “I don’t even think it works like that, guys! You just want me to get fucked by someone, don’t you?”

They do, and they know he wants to, too - especially when he went on a horny ramble about a certain body building cammer before fucking himself into multiple orgasms and overstimulation.

But he can’t fold that easily - not yet at least.

Seungmin

Onto our textbook camboy, the guy who started camboying with the intent of making money off of his dick, minmong00.

Working a dead-end job making coffee from morning to afternoon wasn’t his ideal way of living, especially when he had bills to pay and hobbies to feed. He also knew that he was a generally attractive guy, at least, that’s what he garners from the longing stares he catches from time to time - so, why not use it to his advantage?

Starting an account wasn’t hard, nor was trying to decide what he wanted to market his content as - the hardest part was, surprisingly, trying to stick to his morals in not selling himself off too much to pander to the horny viewers.

Now, hear me out.

Camming automatically comes with a sense of selling some part of yourself for the pleasure of other people - he knew that, he understood that - but the way people genuinely begged him to make certain types of content with more than generous tips had him heavily reconsidering his limits.

Textbook camboy meant textbook camboy; he had the webcam setup, he only showed off part of his bedroom [only enough to get him fully in the webcam’s view without having to shift much], and he was on for the goal of reading a few messages, pandering to a few donations, busting a nut, and signing off.

Some days he didn’t even read comments, acting as if he weren’t even live as he got himself off, though he’d always make eye contact with the camera and moan about how good it felt.

Other times he would concede to viewer requests; he bought a vibrator, a small thing that looked like bunny ears [aptly called a rabbit, he’d discovered], he did boyfriend service [only once the donation goal was reached], he even ventured into mommy kink territory.

The thing requested of him the most - much to his chagrin - is pet play content, specifically him in a dog getup with puppy ears and a collar, and as much as he tried to portray aloofness to the suggestions, he can’t help the tingle of curiosity at the thought of leather wrapped around his neck.

Expanding his content couldn’t be too bad, right?

Jeongin

Last, but definitely not least, we have our dearest Jeongin, also known as yjinout.

His journey as a camboy sort of wrote itself, thanks to his sharp features yet youthful appearance he was often regarded as a newbie to the sex world; looking to use camming as a way to explore himself under the eager eye of many.

He’s diverse with his content to an extent, mostly trying out things he plans himself but he does take into account some recommendations from the chat when he feels like spicing things up.

Now… if innocence were a genre, he’d be the king of it - from the way he timidly smiles at the webcam, eyes turning into crescents, to the light touches he gives his leaking cock, almost as if he’s not sure when to start or where. 

Everything he does is with an air of unfamiliarity and the curiosity to look for more, and the reaction of when it turns out to be something he likes? Oh, the tips start rolling in.

However, Jeongin isn’t as innocent as his viewers like to view him as - far from it, actually. It’s deception, a game; letting them get off on the idea that he hasn’t had his name screamed to the heavens or even been the reason behind an orgasm that leaves you twitching for more.

He knows some viewers catch on, he can see their comments get drowned out by the influx of praise and “advice” on how to make himself feel good, and it only makes him harder, moan louder as he fucks the brand new fleshlight gifted to him.

Most of his toys are ones gifted from his account’s wishlist, and so far he’s the proud owner of nipple clamps, a fleshlight, and a cockring - it’s not much, but for a newbie such as himself, it’s a good place to start, yeah?

❣ I shit you not, this took me so long to do because I couldn't for the LIFE OF ME decide what trope fit each guy, but I think it turned out pretty well, if I do say so myself. ❣ ❣ Any type of feedback is appreciated! Whether it be a simple like, reblog, or keyboard smash and the most essay-like comment, feel free to share your thoughts. ❣

[satansapostle6]

Kids | Rodrick Heffley

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Rodrick Heffley becomes obsessed when he finally meets his thirty-five year old band mate, Bill Walter’s, younger sister.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Drug use. Sexual content. Violence.

“The Family Legacy”

“The Date”

On Saturday, the day Löded Diper was playing at a backyard party, Rodrick felt Bill and Sara couldn’t show up soon enough.

“Fuck, they’ll already be ten minutes early,” he muttered to himself as Chris and Ben helped the roadies load equipment into the van.

Rodrick was dressed for the performance of his life, as well as the band’s gig at the party. He waited anxiously for Bill and his younger sister, praying Sara would be impressed by him once she showed up. But when she did show up, he realized it was him that should be impressed.

Sara was truly a vision; the ultimate rock star affiliate you’d find lounging around in an exclusive green room somewhere. Although she only wore a pair of Joe’s Jeans and a black vest top with nothing under it, to him, she might as well have been covered in gold and platinum. She shone, in a way that wasn’t necessarily visible to the eye.

She was just that cool, with her shoulder length blonde hair, and tiny purse that only held a wallet, cigarettes, and lighted.

“Hey,” Sara said softly, hand on her purse string as she stood next to Rodrick.

“Hey,” a small, nervous laugh escaped as he watched Bill join the other boys in loading equipment. “You look… really good.”

“So do you,” she smiled, appreciating the pocket chain and South Pole shirt with a nod. “Are you wearing eyeliner?”

“Uh… Yeah,” Rodrick blurted out honestly, hoping that was the right call.

“I like it,” she beamed, making him blush.

“Haha!” he exclaimed excitedly, cursing himself in his head. “So, everything’s pretty much good to go. You wanna ride with us?”

“Yeah, sure,” Sara nodded, as he leaned in playfully.

“I volunteered to drive on the way there, just so you can sit up front with me and not get crushed to death by a drum,” he murmured.

“Sounds like a plan,” she nodded. “Who’s DD?” she wondered.

“Chris is. He’s the only DD that can ever stay the DD,” Rodrick explained, not even looking away from her as Ben tossed him the keys to the van.

“Alright, let’s rock and roll!” Bill shouted.

He looked extra proud of himself as he kept his eyes on Sara. The two of them hopped into the van, as Bill and the other guys all filled into the back with everything.

“So, how do you feel about being Löded Diper’s hottest groupie?” Rodrick asked with a goofy grin.

“I’m not a groupie,” Sara crossed her arms in amusement as she sat beside him.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” Rodrick leaned forward, his face barely an inch from hers, “For tonight… whatever you say goes,” he said breathily.

“Oh, I like that,” she remarked.

It didn’t take long once they arrived at the party for her to begin attracting unwanted attention, just as Rodrick had feared. He was truthfully worried that, while he was onstage, someone would steal Sara’s attention away from him for the rest of the night. But luckily, she certainly didn’t seem willing to give anyone but Rodrick her attention.

“You guys can set up over here,” Andy, the guy whose party it was, showed the boys. “And you can come set up over here,” he grinned as she tried to walk past him.

“Sorry, not interested,” Sara said sweetly.

Andy just frowned in response, still looking at Sara like he wasn’t quite ready to let her go yet. Rodrick made a beeline over to her, almost panting as he threw his arm over her, lifting up his sunglasses.

“Sorry, man. She’s with the band,” he grinned, as Sara turned to smile at him as the guy finally left.

Not knowing how to keep with the momentum of the sweet moment, Rodrick nervously left a soft peck on her cheek, not sure what was appropriate.

“I’ll do you one better.”

Appreciating the gesture, Sara pulled him in with her arm across his back, kissing him right on the lips as everyone around them went about their business. Despite being at a crowded backyard party, it was practically a private moment.

“That works too,” Rodrick murmured, somewhat stunned. “Wait. Can it work again?” he smiled hopefully, not even expecting a kiss anytime soon.

“I don’t know,” she murmured, chuckling as he pulled her back in, one hand on her back and one hand on her cheek as he kissed her.

“Oh. What do you know? I’m a genius,” he announced triumphantly.

“I think this date is going swimmingly so far,” Sara concluded.

“Good,” he nodded. “Cuz from the first time I saw you, I thought I had to woo you.”

“Hmm,” she chuckled softly, “You’re sweet.”

“What did you think, when we met?” he asked curiously.

“Honestly?” she asked, not expecting the question as he nodded. “I thought you looked delicious.”

“You’re crazy,” Rodrick said, deciding he might as well try and help the others, “And I love it.”

“I’m gonna go get a drink,” Sara announced, spotting a couple of friends inside.

“Hey,” Rodrick called, as the other boys started handing him things.

“What?” she called, looking back urgently.

“If I scratch my balls, that means I’m thinking of you,” Rodrick made a face, attempting to be cute.

“Very sweet, thank you!” Sara responded, heading inside for a moment.

It was safe to say that Sara really was the only thing that Rodrick was thinking of, even during their set, which was being played for a huge crowd for a small party. Throughout the entire thing, Rodrick could be seen looking to Sara in the front row as she refused to dance with anyone but her best friend, Lauren.

“Sar, your boyfriend’s staring at you!”

“I know,” was all the girl had to say about it.

“He’s cute! And not a Mormon! I approve!” Lauren yelled over their surroundings.

“Lenwood wasn’t a Mormon,” Sara sighed as they danced, not eager to be seen as Lenwood Heath’s ex-girlfriend again.

“His name was also ‘Lenwood’,” Lauren stated.

Sara just sighed. “Fair enough.”

Although she didn’t get her hopes up with Rodrick at all, Sara was glad to be seen with someone who wasn’t a military school-attending lifeguard. She would’ve taken Charlie Sheen over a walking Ken doll any day. Unfortunately, Sara had her mother’s taste in men.

But she felt absolutely no shame in herself as she danced in the very front of the crowd, watching as Rodrick made an aggressive peace sign onstage, jokingly sticking his tongue in the middle of it as he riffed behind Bill. Rodrick was looking right at her, teasing her as he seemed to be air-fucking Chris’s guitar, which he also for some reason stole during the performance.

“Oh my God, he’s so hot!” a girl near them screamed to her friends.

Lauren Do just laughed as she threw her arm around her best friend, as the two of them mindlessly swayed to the heavy metal music with a considerable amount of tequila and cognac both in them. How their liver survived past junior year, they had no idea.

“Yo, you guys did amazing!” Lauren exclaimed as they joined the boys after their performance.

“Hell yeah, man!” Bill roared, wrapping her in a giant bear hug. “How you been, kiddo?!”

“Hey, Sara,” Rodrick smirked, arriving already stumbling due to the many drinks he’d been handed from the stage to where the girls were waiting.

“Hey, Rodrick,” she chuckled at him, waiting for him to make a move.

“So,” he slurred as he threw his arm around her, unable to take his eyes off of her. “Wanna go somewhere… private?” he giggled childishly.

“Sure,” she agreed.

And then, they ended up sitting in the back of the van, doors open as they finally enjoyed their time alone. Sara liked that Rodrick shared the same mind as her.

“You look really pretty tonight,” Rodrick said suddenly, “Wait. Did I already tell you that?”

“I’ll make an exception,” she allowed.

“Did you like the show?” he asked hopefully.

“Yeah,” Sara promised. “I really did. You were really… on tonight, you know?”

He nodded slowly, finding the compliment deeply validating.

“Really? You think so?”

“Yeah. I really do,” she told him.

“I think you did really good,” Rodrick offered.

“I just stood in the crowd,” she said flatly.

“And you were perfect,” he pointed out, smiling as he looked at her with a teasing smile.

“You’re such an idiot,” Sara flirted, a slight vocal fry catching Rodrick’s attention.

He couldn’t contain his childlike sense of joy as he looked right into her eyes, framed by sparkling black eye shadow. He began to worry that he was making too much eye contact.

“Your hair smells like candy,” he breathed, “It’s like crack.”

“Are you drunk?” Sara said playfully.

“Sort of,” he shrugged. “I had…”

She waited as he counted on his fingers.

“Five shots,” he calculated in a drawled slur, somehow on both hands. “And someone passed me a joint at some point. Not sure what idiot would do that,” he laughed.

“Lightweight,” she quipped.

“You know, I think having you in the crowd helped,” Rodrick thought aloud, “It was like… an anchor.”

“An anchor?” Sara wondered.

“Yeah. An anchor. Like, you know, when I look at other people… all I see is bullshit. Like every time I look at anyone else,” he slurred his way through his point, “I just wanna scream in their face, like ‘shut the fuck up’ before they even start talking. But then, when I see you… I want you to not shut the fuck up.”

“And what would you like me to not shut the fuck up about?” she inquired.

“Uh… Anything, really,” Rodrick admitted. “I’ll listen to whatever you have to say.”

“Well, what do you wanna know?”

“Uh. What’s your favorite color?” he asked in turn.

“Seriously?”

“What? Gotta start somewhere,” he pointed out.

“I don’t really have one,” Sara sighed, “Usually, I just say black.”

“Me too,” he nodded, “I just like dark colors. I think they look nice,” he rambled.

“Yeah.”

“I like them on you,” he chortled, drunkenly booping her nose.

She flinched, not out of any sort of fear, but mainly because most people didn’t really tend to do things like boop her nose.

“Wow, you’re a happy drunk,” Sara nodded, taking everything in.

Rodrick giggled happily, wrapping his arm around her, more so for support than affection as he slowly began to fall into her lap.

“Hey,” he said suddenly, sloppily fishing around in his pants pocket, “Wanna share a joint and talk about life?”

“Yes, I would like that very much,” she decided, fully aware that whatever Rodrick would have to say about life in that moment would be very interesting to her.

“Yay.”

She watched as he dug around in his pocket for a lighter, handing her the joint.

“First hit, milady?” he said in a horrible British accent.

“Thank you, kind sir,” Sara accepted, joint hanging out of her mouth as Rodrick held the lighter up to it.

It took him a minute to align the flame with the end of the joint, but eventually, it got there. She took a couple of decent hits, attempting to get closer to Rodrick’s level. The two sat for a few minutes or so, silently passing it back and forth as they both tried to find things to talk about.

“How did you become so cool?” he asked out of nowhere.

Sara looked at him incredulously, once again s surprised by how genuinely sweet he could be without even realizing it.

“I don’t know that I’m that cool,” she shrugged indifferently.

“Yeah, you are! You like cool music, you dress cool, and you make cool art, and you talk cool!” he exclaimed, luckily not hitting the joint too hard.

“I mean… A lot of that stuff, I kinda got from Bill,” she supposed. “He showed me most of the stuff I like now.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. Bill’s a cool guy,” Rodrick nodded.

“What about you and Greg? Does he like what you like?” Sara asked curiously.

“No way,” he scoffed. “He’s not that cool.”

It took a moment before Rodrick actually thought about the question and passed the joint back.

“I feel like he’s got too much going for him to like what I like,” he remarked.

“How so?”

“I don’t know,” Rodrick breathed, “My little brother, he just… he’s not a fuck up like I was, or like I am, you know? He gets okay grades, he doesn’t get in too much trouble, he doesn’t have to play dumb to keep himself from getting disappointed.

“Like, don’t get me wrong, the kid’s not a genius, but he’s average. Perfectly average. He fits in. He’s shit at most things, and okay at some things. He’s, like, what most parents will settle for. He doesn’t need me, or my stupid advice,” he expressed.

Sara nodded wordlessly, beginning to understand him a lot more.

“I know what you mean,” she offered. “My little brother… He’s so smart. He’s a genius, like, when I was a kid, I read at a college reading level and stuff, but this kid is like science smart. He’s gonna become a fucking doctor,” she said between puffs.

“Whoa. That’s, like, as close to a real life wizard as you can get,” Rodrick realized in awe.

“My mom, she had Bill really young, and she had me just a couple years before she actually got away from our dad, and became a real adult, I guess,” Sara explained, “So I feel like my little brother’s the only one of us who got a real childhood… And like, good for him, but I’m also jealous.”

Rodrick looked at her with genuine sadness in his eyes, one hand holding the joint, and one hand on her cheek.

“You… deserved a good childhood,” he whispered.

Somehow, despite how drunk and high he sounded, Sara accepted what he had to say.

“Is it weird that I wanna kiss you right now?” she questioned.

“No,” Rodrick shook his head nervously.

“Was that your plan all along?” she asked. “Get me to share, and then make out with me?”

“Nope,” he said honestly. “I didn’t think I could get you to kiss me at all, let alone twice,” he pointed out.

“That checks out,” she remarked.

“But that’s good to know,” Rodrick said softly, an innocent smile on his face.

“Open your mouth,” Sara muttered, raising the joint to her lips.

In a flash, Rodrick felt he might’ve known what she meant, but he wasn’t sure. Slowly opening his mouth, he watched her movements carefully as she ghosted the joint, exhaling slightly just to pull the smoke back in. Leaning into him, she made a tiny ‘O’ shape with her lips, blowing smoke right into his mouth as he desperately inhaled, needing to breathe her in.

He kissed her softly, not wanting to be too aggressive as he lightly rested his hand on her thigh, hooking his other arm around her. She came closer to him, giving him one last deep kiss before pulling away, taking another hit for him to inhale from her.

“Fuck,” he gasped, laughing in disbelief. “I’m kissing the coolest girl at the party! And, ever,” he chuckled.

As the two of them killed the joint and forgot it even existed, Rodrick eventually returned to his previous state of silently worshiping Sara.

“I don’t want you to think I just wanna hook up, or something,” he said, feeling kind of stupid, “I don’t wanna kiss you because I’m trying to sleep with you. I wanna kiss you because you’re the one person worth kissing.”

“We’ll see if you can prove it,” she decided.

He thought she was leaning in to kiss him, but this time, she got up, sitting down on his lap. He looked at her practically in shock as she laid her hands on his shoulders, looking at him nonchalantly. To him, this was a shockingly kind gesture, but to her, it was a simple test to make sure he didn’t react like he knew this was coming all along.

“Oh, fuck,” Rodrick gasped, unable to control his responses.

She looked at him innocently, playing with his hair as she sat on his lap.

“Is this okay?” she asked him.

“More than okay,” he nodded quickly, seeming flustered.

He closed his eyes slowly as she leaned into kiss him, fingers getting lost in his hair as she deepened the kiss. He was a bit stiff at first, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, but eventually, he became more confident in what he did for her. Rodrick placed his hands on her waist in a more innocent manner, not groping or grabbing.

He was simply admiring her, taking pleasure in the fact that he got to look at her more so than anything else. Closing his eyes readily, he gave a tiny, surprised whine as her kisses moved to his neck, gradually becoming more rough. He panted softly as he felt her nipping at the sensitive skin on his neck, now desperately grabbing onto her ass.

He mumbled random and desperate praise as she kissed his neck, completely lost in his own ecstasy.

“Fuck, you drive me crazy,” he laughed lightly, “You’re perfect. You’re so pretty. Shit,” he whined, feeling her grind harder and harder against him.

Sara roughly tilted Rodrick’s head upward by suddenly tugging on his hair, listening to his surprisingly high-pitched sounds as she kissed on his neck. A low grunt got caught in his throat as she hit the right spot, sighing as she brought her kiss back up to his lips.

“You like that, huh?” she wondered.

“Yeah,” Rodrick nodded quickly, stopping to hold her, his arms wrapped protectively around her. “I do. This is literally the best date ever,” he laughed.

“Is that so?” Sara asked in amusement.

“Yeah,” he nodded, eyes wide and pleading as he tried to compose himself.

[melody-writer777]

Will you write headcannons for a Bill kaulitz x singer!reader? Something where Bill and the reader are both in separate bands but meet through like mutual connections. Then later on Bill and the reader start to have feelings for each other?

Bill kaulitz x singer!reader

Summary: How you and Bill met and how it was like when you both had feelings for eachother.

Ship: Bill Kaulitz x singer!reader

Warnings: No serious warnings but I kinda struggled to find a way to make a mutual connection so the connection ended up being the fans of Tokie Hotel and readers band.

Almost all of your fans are also major fans of Tokio Hotel and vice versa, so it was only a matter of time before [your band] and Tokio Hotel met to make music or at least footage of how you guys interact.

Before you guy got to making music you all agreed you all would at least spend time getting to know one another so that the music comes together easier.

But after a day or two of getting to know each other Bill started to realize how great of a person you in every way and a little while after you also realize he was actually a really nice, and funny guy. Not to mention he was crazy good looking.

When the first picture of you all hanging out was posted, the fans went crazy and were so exited to see what was being planned.

To keep themselves busy they were trying to find all the picture they could and soon all the fans agreed that you and Bill would make a cute couple.

Someone in your band would be the first to find an edit, tag, or maybe even a fanfic on social media, of you and Bill.

Bill definitely was the first to deny it, he did red but blamed it on embarrassment and how you two were only friends.

You did the same, not that you wanted to, but only to not make things awkward.

As time went on he would have trouble looking you in the eyes, and when he did he zoned out

He wouldn’t completely ignore you, he really couldn’t deprive himself of you, but he would respond to you in a quick way.

Once the Tag and all the rest of the ship content continued to blow up both the rest of Tokio Hotel and [your band] could see the way you guys look at each other.

Soon they decided to just go out and pick up food about an hour away, but ofc someone needed to stay and protect the house (toms word) that person ended up being you.

But as Bill was getting ready they left without him

Both of you were really confused but you offered to watch a movie together since the rest of them would be gone for a while.

Bull wanted to decline, in fear of it being awkward, but he knew he would hate himself later is he didn’t watch the movie with you.

Thirty minutes into the movie it actually wasn’t that bad, you guys had smooth conversations between events but you both knew you needed to talk about it.

Bill brought up the tag and all of it in a joke, and you kinda laughed but soon you actually brought up the subject with just a blunt “Do you like me”

Bill was shocked but after a little pause he said yes but immediately asked if you liked him after.

When you said yes he was relieved and honestly didn’t know what to do.

After talking about it all, you could tell to tension was gone and you decided to lay on his shoulder in the last 20 minutes of the movie.

And by the time the group came back you were asleep and Bill was just shushing them so he could wake you up in a gentler way.

Pls let me know if this is what you wanted anon, and if there’s something you don’t really like them plss tell me. I’m wasn’t sure if you wanted more of the story or if you wanted to know what it would be like for Bill to like you. But all in all I like the way it turned out.

-Melody <33

[werecat1234]

Multiverse Madness Chapter Twelve

Fair warning, Killer flirts in this chapter and the content may be inappropriate to younger audiences. ** will indicate when the scene starts and ends.

Nightmare took the four of them to a variety of different AUs, the trio helping Cross find new items for his new room while secretly trying to get an idea of his clothe choices. Nightmare stayed off to the side, watching as Horror showed Cross different blankets while Killer held up different coats to Cross behind his back, Dust nodding or shaking his skull in response. When Cross would turn around, Killer and Dust would hide the clothes, acting as if they weren't doing anything before going back to it once Cross turned away again. It was honestly entertaining to watch in a way, seeing the three timelines that would usually kill each other on sight get along like they were.

Bill's proposition had been useful, considering the three were extremely powerful when they worked together, and otherwise them getting along was... unlikely. Dusttales and Something News don't get along, with Dusttales hating the Something News for their actions, and while Dusttales and Horrortales occasionally got along, they had their altercations. This dynamic though, the one Nightmare was carefully ensuring flourished and also included him... it was good. Nightmare didn't like positivity, nor did he like seeing others not suffering, but Nightmare also knew this was his means to an end.

By making them suffer before acting as the hero and by ensuring they had a near unbreakable bond, they would make others suffer for him, and they would do quite well in the process. Nightmare knew very well that Dream wouldn't anticipate his actions, as Nightmare wasn't controlling their minds and only really influenced Dust's to make him hate him, which was exactly what Nightmare was counting on. With Dream unaware of the manipulation taking place, and if he thought of it, he thought it ridiculous because he thought Nightmare would never lower himself to such actions. That was another fun thought.

Catching Dream off guard was always beyond entertaining, especially in this case. What's more, even if Dream discovered Nightmare's little game, his subordinates would never believe him. No, not after everything Nightmare had done for them. He'd saved them, given them a home, food, purposes, comfort, and each other.

Nightmare made sure they were wrapped around his fingers before he had them terrorizing the multiverse for him. He made sure they knew their places and allegiances, and that any doubts Dream could give them about Nightmare's true intentions were immediately squashed due to his subordinates finding the accusations completely and utterly ridiculous and absurd. Killer would never turn against Nightmare, that wasn't even a sliver of a doubt. Nightmare had Killer so entirely wrapped around his finger that Killer would never even think about turning against him.

Dust wouldn't turn against him either, not with his hatred for Dream or with Nightmare's control over the hallucination of his brother. Horror wouldn't turn on him after Nightmare helped him get his revenge on the Undyne of his timeline, Horror oblivious Nightmare had made her kill Horror's sweet, naive little brother. Cross would be wrapped around his finger too, in due time, with how Nightmare saved him and how Ink had ulterior motives, and Nightmare didn't even have to lie about that part. Above all else, causing their intense nightmares and then comforting them afterwards was the true key, and while Nightmare was unsure if Chara could be trusted at the moment, Nightmare would ensure that changed.

Nightmare was drawn out of his thoughts by Killer and Dust snickering, Cross turning around to see Killer holding up a bright pink dress behind Cross, the monochrome skeleton exclaiming, "killer, what the hell?!"

Horror was snickering too, the taller skeleton currently holding a few different black and white fluffy blankets, along with pillows, sheets, and pillowcases. Killer and Dust exchanged a high five, a bit of laughter coming from between them as Killer threw the dress behind himself, slinging it over the rod of the clothes rack. Dust and Killer had a small pile of black and white clothes behind them, the pile slowly growing and being hidden from Cross's view. Killer grabbed some dark teal gloves from off of a shelf, putting them in his pocket when he thought Nightmare wasn't looking, and he looked over at Dust, who was trying to hide a pair of black and white shoes within the pile.

Nightmare walked over to Dust, asking quietly, "would you like me to teleport these to your room? keep them hidden from cross?"

Dust nodded thankfully, whispering, "yeah, killer's like a teenage girl when it comes to clothes."

Nightmare snorted, chuckling a bit, saying, "he's not that bad..."

"guys! i found a karaoke machine!! it's got britney spears on it!!" Killer called out from a distance away, and Dust smirked at Nightmare.

"does it have set it off?!" Cross asked, voice raised so Killer could hear him.

"nice taste." Dust mumbled, and Horror smirked a bit.

"uh... yeah, it does! you listen to them too?!" Killer responded.

"yeah, sometimes! ink would bring music by sometimes, and that was one of the bands!" Cross replied.

"they probably have some cds here, come on!" Killer yelled, running over, putting the karaoke machine in Dust's arms, grabbing Cross's hand, and running off again.

"they seem to be getting along well." Nightmare noted, and Dust nodded.

"yeah, i think he'll fit in. turns out dream isn't the only one playing hero while being a lying, backstabbing brat." Dust grumbled.

"it would seem so, but it's not unexpected. ink looks out for himself more than anything. he could care less about the lives and feelings of others." Nightmare said.

"then why's he work with dream?" Dust asked, "since dream 'cares' so much."

"that still illudes me. manipulating dream, perhaps. besides, he's probably bored after his truce with error." Nightmare shrugged.

"you've mentioned him before... what's his deal, anyways?" Dust asked.

"error is a... he's honestly a pest. he hates all aus and only likes the original universe that started the multiverse off, and he's basically a man child. he destroyed aus for a long time until his truce with ink. 'no more creation, no more destruction'. of course, this made ink my problem because error's currently not around to mess with. he spends all his time doing who knows what in the antivoid, probably waiting for ink to break or forget the truce so he can start destroying again." Nightmare explained.

"would he work with us? if ink is a common enemy?" Dust questioned.

"i don't believe so. he... doesn't exactly care for me either, and he also wants me destroyed, and all of you. even if we made an alliance, i highly doubt it would be reliable, muchless that he wouldn't backstab us." Nightmare replied, and Dust nodded a bit, "why do you ask?"

"just curious. figured maybe we could get some more allies on our side." Dust shrugged.

"that will happen overtime, don't worry. dream and his stupid friends won't stand a chance." Nightmare said, and Dust smirked.

Footsteps could be heard approaching them, and Dust and Nightmare looked over to see Killer and Cross coming back, their arms loaded with cds, a stereo, and a multitude of rolled up posters.

"find what you were looking for?" Horror asked teasingly, Dust and Nightmare seeing Horror walking over from a different direction with his arms loaded with snacks, a donut held between his teeth.

"where the hell did you go??" Dust asked, and even Nightmare had to admit he hadn't even noticed Horror had left.

Horror chuckled, saying, "found the dessert part aisle."

"oh wow, i couldn't tell!~" Killer smirked, and Horror responded by throwing a bag of chips at Killer's head, which the skeleton caught with a snicker. 

After a bit more time, they had everything they wanted so far, and they were about to leave, the group outside of the store. The street was covered in a thick layer of snow, snow still falling from magic clouds in the Underground and only adding to the area. Nightmare had grabbed and teleported the items back to the castle, when all of a sudden, a robotic voice cut across the area.

"AREN'T YOU GOING TO PAY FOR THOSE, DARLINGS?" This AU's Mettaton asked, walking over. 

The Mettaton was in Ex form, and looked similar to the original one in Undertale, though the outfit had more fluffy parts to it and was bright blue instead of pink, likely due to the fact the whole Underground of this timeline was basically Snowdin, trapped in an icy blizzard that the Mettaton here had turned into a snow resort. Nightmare and the four skeletons with him turned to look at the Mettaton, and a smirk formed on Killer's face as he walked over, Killer's hips swaying slightly as he did so.

"is killer gonna-" Horror started, Dust cutting him off.

"yup." Dust sighed.

"wait, what's he doing?" Cross asked, looking between the three of them curiously.

"you're about to find out." Dust replied.

**

"and if we don't?" Killer asked, and Nightmare could hear the smirk that was likely still growing on Killer's face.

"CONSIDERING THIS ESTABLISHMENT IS OWNED BY YOURS TRULY, I WOULD HAVE TO HIGHLY DISCOURAGE STEALING, SWEETHEART." Mettaton replied.

"oh, would you?~ well, unfortunately for you, sweetheart, we don't listen to you." Killer smirked.

"OH I'M SURE YOU WILL, DARLING. I'LL MAKE YOU REGRET EVER STEALING FROM ME." Mettaton said, tossing a snowball up and down in his hand, and Nightmare could see the explosive hidden inside it.

"trying to make me regret it won't get much done, i assure you. if anything, it'll only encourage me to do it again, considering you'd be generous enough to show me such a good time after i've been bad~" Killer responded.

"OHH, SO YOU'RE ONE OF THOSE, ARE YOU? I'LL DRAG YOU OVER TO THE REGISTER MYSELF AND MAKE YOU PAY RIGHT NOW." Mettaton told him.

"oh please do~" Killer replied, walking closer and standing on his tiptoes, getting closer to Mettaton's face, "but i gotta warn you, we might have to clear some stuff off to have enough room to get down to business."

"I DON'T TAKE THAT KIND OF PAYMENT, DEAR." Mettaton informed him, and Killer chuckled lowly.

"not yet you don't, but i think i could change that. maybe you could even open a tab for me. i'll swing by, grab some stuff, and i'll pay up later that night~ it's a good thing you don't need to sleep~" Killer smirked.

"I LIKELY WILL CONSIDERING HOW MUCH YOU'LL BORE ME~" Mettaton rolled his eye.

"oh you won't be bored. trust me, i'll keep you very entertained." Killer told him.

"OR PERHAPS YOU'D NEED THE TRUE SHOWMAN TO DO ALL THE ENTERTAINING." Mettaton challenged, leaning down to get closer to Killer's face.

"that won't be necessary, trust me~" Killer replied, "by the way, how come you aren't surprised to see a buncha lookalikes to someone you know?"

**

"OH I ALREADY MET SOME OF THOSE, DARLING. THEY EXPLAINED ALL THAT, AND LAST I SAW WERE GETTING SOME HOT COCOA." Mettaton replied, "THEY ALSO SAID THAT YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS OVER THERE WERE BAD NEWS, AND TO CALL THEM IF I SAW YOU, WHICH I DID."

Killer paused, and Nightmare cursed under his breath. Cross wasn't ready for a fight yet.

"killer! we're leaving!" Nightmare called out, gaining his attention.

"not so fast!" Ink yelled, him, Dream, and Blue running over to them, and Ink's eye sockets widened, turning into a yellow exclamation mark and red question mark, "c?!"

The Stars seemed to like the idea of an insignia, because each of them had three stars painted around their right eye sockets, circling it. Ink's were black, Dream's were bright yellow, and Blue's were, well, blue. 

"ink." Cross glared, crossing his arms.

"ink, you know him?" Dream questioned, looking at his teammate.

"it's a... long story." Ink replied, rubbing the back of his neck.

Killer looked back at Nightmare as his left hand went into his jacket pocket, a silent question to kill Mettaton, and Nightmare nodded. 

"HOW DID MY STALLING WORK, DARLI-?" Mettaton was cut off by Killer slashing his knife as he withdrew it from his pocket, the red slash cutting clean through Mettaton's body, and the robot exploded into shrapnel.

"mettaton!" Dream yelled.

"NO!" Blue gasped, looking at Killer in shock, "HOW COULD YOU?!"

"with a knife. duh." Killer smirked, summoning multiple sharp bones and firing them at the trio, forcing them to dodge.

Killer's theme started playing, Dream and Ink's themes mixing into it as Killer teleported to stand back by his teammates, the edge of his knife glowing red.

"killer, take swap! i got dream!" Dust yelled.

"i've got ink." Cross added, a knife as big as he was forming in his left hand.

Dust nodded, continuing, "horror, watch our backs!" 

"you got it!" Horror replied as the four split up, breaking the Stars off and fighting them individually.

Horror was sending attacks at the Stars to help Cross, Dust, and Killer gain any openings for attack, or to block any attacks from hitting them. He mainly helped Dust with Dream, blocking the arrows Dream would fire at him while occasionally blocking Blue's attacks from hitting Killer when they got too close for comfort, but Killer was fast enough to dodge most of them without issue.

"we got these guys, boss! don't worry!" Killer called out to Nightmare.

"just be careful not to get too hurt this time!" Nightmare responded. 

Actually, it would be beneficial for Killer to get hurt so that Nightmare could treat his wounds again and ensure Killer's attachment to him remained strong, but Nightmare didn't voice that.

"i will!" Killer nodded as he fought Blue, Dust fighting Dream with Horror while Cross and Ink wound up a distance away, a fight between them occurring that had Nightmare impressed. 

Cross was using his knife to slice through Ink's attacks with ease, summoning sharp bones and knives, along with an occasional Gaster Blaster to counter one of Ink's. Nightmare watched his movements carefully, seeing the anger evident in his attacks. They were focused and precise, his anger fueling him to keep up a constant assault that didn't permit Ink any breathing room. Killer was a bit more silent than normal, focusing on his fight with Blue, not really teasing as much as he usually did.

While there was less negativity from Blue getting annoyed, it also had Blue wary and on edge because of how focused Killer currently was. The fight continued for a while, Nightmare watching as his subordinates fought the Stars. Dream was keeping a close eye on Blue while trying to fend off Dust and Horror, with Dust using his multitude of attacks, especially Gaster Blasters, hitting piles of snow to block Dream's visibility. Nightmare could sense someone watching from the distance, but he didn't look into it, staying focused on the fight in front of him. He still didn't know how he hadn't noticed Dream or his teammates in this AU, but he might've been preoccupied with his subordinates.

He needed to keep his guard from lowering like that in the future; he couldn't let them distract him from being aware of his surroundings. Then again, Dream hadn't known that Nightmare was here either, so Nightmare wasn't too hard on himself for it. That didn't mean he would allow it to happen again, though, especially not when he was working on manipulating Cross to his side. After a few minutes of fighting, the Stars, seeming tired and running low on magic, retreated, leaving Nightmare and his recruits alone at the battlefield, the theme song ending.

"haha! that's right!! run away, cowards!" Killer yelled after them with a grin on his face, him and Dust exchanging a high five.

"is that how fights usually go?" Cross questioned.

"kinda. it's the second fight in a row we've won." Killer replied, smirking before looking back at Nightmare, asking, "where to now, boss?"

"i was thinking we could head back to the castle for now, perhaps go back and look for more things for cross's room tomorrow. they might be on higher alert and follow us, attempting an ambush." Nightmare answered, receiving nods before he teleported them back to the castle, them appearing in the cobblestone hallway where their bedrooms and Nightmare's office was located.

"that works, boss. we got something secret for crossy, anyways." Killer mentioned.

"like?" Cross asked.

"you'll see~" Killer smirked, leading Cross into Dust's room, saying, "tada!~"

"it's... a pile of black and white clothes." Cross said.

"yep! we figured you could make your own outfit, get that wardrobe update you wanted! ya said you didn't like the one you've got, right?~" Killer asked.

"i... thank you." Cross thanked him, and Nightmare heard him going further into the room and exiting with a large pile of black and white clothes.

"you're welcome! now come on, try them on!" Killer encouraged, grinning as he exited the room, slinging an arm around Cross's shoulders, looking excited.

"ok, ok, i'll look through them. thank you guys." Cross thanked them again, Dust giving him a thumbs up and Horror giving a small nod before Cross headed into his room.

At least Cross has manners. Unlike the human he's sharing his body and soul with...

While Cross was looking through the clothes, Killer started a conversation as he walked back and forth in the hallway, asking, "hey dust, horror, you ever think we could have a team name or something? like just the three of us?"

"kinda, yeah." Dust replied from where he was leaning against the cobblestone wall, on the opposite wall of the hallway from Nightmare.

"like what?" Horror questioned from a few feet away from Dust, leaning against the wall on Dust's right.

"i have an idea~ dunno why, but since horror joined the team it's been in my head. you guys had that?" Killer asked, stopping in front of them, rocking back and forth on his heels.

"i mean kinda?" Dust shrugged.

"me too..." Horror added. 

"count of three to see if we were all thinking of the same thing?" Killer asked, receiving nods before he said, "one, two, three-"

"murder time trio." The three finished in sync, exchanging looks.

"well, looks like that answers that." Killer chuckled, leaning against the wall between Horror and Dust, slinging his arms around their shoulders, pulling Horror down a bit, "hey boss, can you get a picture of us? i need a wallpaper on my phone."

"a... what?" Nightmare questioned.

"like a background." Dust explained.

"i... suppose so. hand it here." Nightmare said, and Killer removed his arm from around Dust's shoulder, grabbing his phone out of his pocket before tossing it to Nightmare. Nightmare caught it, opening the camera after a moment and holding the phone up, pushing a button and saying, "now it's just showing my face. why is it showing me?"

"you probably hit the selfie button, boss." Killer informed, his arm slung around Dust's shoulders again.

Nightmare pressed a big red button, trying to exit the 'selfie camera' before seeing a miniature version of the screen appear under the red button.

"how am i supposed to exit? i pressed the red button and it didn't do anything but create another screen." Nightmare questioned.

Killer's shoulders shook a bit, restraining what Nightmare assumed was laughter, and Nightmare's tentacles unconsciously sharpened behind him in frustration.

"ok, ok, uh... you gotta push the same button you did to reverse the camera, and then push the red button." Killer explained, hands in fists except for his pointer and middle fingers, holding his hands away from his teammates, who looked like they were restraining themselves from laughing, but their smiles were evident. 

Nightmare did so, and the same thing happened as the first time, which Nightmare assumed meant it took a picture.

"did you get it?" Killer asked.

"yes, i got it. i'm not an imbecile." Nightmare replied, Killer removing his arms from around Dust and Horror's shoulders and grabbing the phone as Nightmare held it out to him.

Killer looked over the pictures, snorting and slapping a hand over his mouth, shoulders trembling with silent laughter.

"what?" Nightmare questioned in irritation.

"nothing, nothing, just horror was almost mid blink." Killer replied, voice shaky as he went back to his teammates, the two of them barely holding back from erupting in laughter.

Nightmare felt like he was about to snap, his composure difficult to keep, and the three were saved by Cross opening the door, wearing a different outfit than before.

Cross had a white sweater, a black coat with an extremely fluffy white hood, and his scarf was still present, so was the mouth cover attached to it. He was wearing black shorts with a large white 'x' on the outside of each leg, along with black shoes with a white 'x' on each side, along with white soles and laces.

"woah, looking good, cross!" Killer grinned over at him, looking him over.

"thanks. it's... better than my uniform was. why the hell did you only grab fluffy hoods?" Cross asked.

"oh come on, crossy~ we weren't gonna let ya lose your fluff!" Killer smirked, and Cross rolled his eyelights.

"it's because horror thought it was a creature eating me when he was drunk, isn't it?" Cross deadpanned.

"yep!" Killer smirked.

"that's absolutely why." Dust smirked, and Cross sighed, facepalming.

Dream, Blue, and Ink trudged their way back to the Grillby's in the universe, which was a 'Chilly's', the fire monster made of snowflakes and ice cold winds in this au. Dream opened the door, some snow trekking into the business with him, and the dusty skeleton looked up from his stool, stirring his cup of hot chocolate with a spoon. He looked back at them, three purple stars around the outside of his left eye socket, similar to Ink, Dream, and Blue's face paint.

"you see it?" Dream asked him, and Murder nodded.

"yeah, i watched from the distance. they're better than i thought they were. good job on getting them to show off their different techniques." Murder responded.

"i still don't get why you couldn't help." Ink muttered.

"i needed to know exactly how they fight in order to prepare counter attacks and defense tactics. i don't like going into a fight without knowing my opponents' moves." Murder explained.

"i... guess that makes sense." Ink admitted.

"SO WILL YOU HELP NEXT TIME?" Blue asked.

"yeah, probably. i'm... honestly still surprised you're not... you know... hating me or something. i have it coming." Murder said, looking off to the side.

"WELL, CORE FRISK EXPLAINED YOUR SITUATION, SO I UNDERSTAND WHY YOU DID WHAT YOU DID. I WON'T HOLD YOU WANTING THE PAIN AND SUFFERING TO STOP AGAINST YOU." Blue replied, giving Murder a compassionate smile, "BESIDES, I CAN'T POSSIBLY IMAGINE WHAT IT MUST HAVE FELT LIKE TO GO THROUGH ALL OF THAT, AND I WISH YOU HADN'T GONE THROUGH IT AT ALL. IT TAKES A LOT OF STRENGTH TO GET THROUGH WHAT YOU DID AND STILL KEEP GOING, AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT MEANS, BUT I'M VERY PROUD OF YOU, AND YOU'RE VERY STRONG!"

Murder hesitated for a moment before looking down, saying quietly, "thank you.."

"YOU'RE MOST WELCOME!" Blue smiled.

"your hot chocolate got cold, but chilly made more." Murder said, changing the subject, Dream sensing he didn't know how to handle Blue's words.

"THANK YOU, CHILLY!" Blue called out.

"thanks!" Ink thanked him.

"thank you, chilly." Dream thanked the snow monster, who nodded to the three of them.

"well, uh... i think i have some ideas for how you guys can counter them, if you're interested?" Murder said.

"we're all ears- well, we don't have ears, so uh... we're listening!" Ink said, him, Dream, and Blue sitting in their previous spots prior to leaving, their attention on Murder.

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