#and soon I'll be stuck in a tiny room with nothing to do in a house with people I am low-key afraid of. sooo I guess it might be good to

[running-in-the-dark]

once again didn't do anything useful tonight. but I'm fine with that. I mean - I don't want to die anymore! that's something.

might have added another show to the apparently never-ending list of things I use to distract myself from how much real life sucks am obsessed with right now. it's fine. I'm sure I can handle it. 😬

[echobx]

hear me out: rafe with inexperienced reader showing her how to touch herself

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Teachings - Rafe Cameron × fem!inexperienced!reader

warnings: fluffy, fingering

word count: 1.1k

author's note: I love this idea so much. I hope you like what I did with it.

“And this is my room,” you say while slowly opening the door. Rafe lets go of your hand and walks inside, leaving you standing with the closed door behind your back. You watch him as he paces around the small room, fingers tracing the edge of your desk, running along the spines of the books on your shelf. He stops and looks down at your bed, more specifically the old Monster Inc. bedding that you had put on last because you felt nostalgic, and he chuckles. “I don't usually-” you try to explain yourself out of your light embarrassment, but he stops you with a single glance. “You don't have to explain yourself to me, darling. This is your home. It's very important that you are comfortable in your own home.” With every other word he takes a step closer until his arms embrace you, and he pulls you flush to his chest. Your cheeks flush as you look up at him, trying to control your breathing and not pass out over how fast your heart is beating as soon as he gets closer to you. “There's nothing you should feel embarrassed about when it comes to me, ever,” Rafe whispers in a husky voice that sends shivers down your spine in the most comfortable way you had ever felt. “Okay,” you whisper and when he kisses you, you forget all about the tiny bit of anxiety that was still pooling in your guts. He leads you back to your bed, never breaking the kiss and falling down on it with you.

You like making out with Rafe, but he's never before been this needy over it. His hands are groping at your boobs and although it feels nice, you're still a tiny bit scared. Or more like, stuck in your head, because you haven't yet told him that you don't know anything, that you have never had the opportunity to do anything before he came along. “God, you're gorgeous,” he rasps while pulling your top down and freeing your tits to suck on them. You moan at his affections, unsure why exactly it feels so amazing to have his lips around your nipple, sucking and almost biting you. “Rafe?” you manage to break out, and he stops to look at you. “Somethin’ wrong, sugar?” he asks, seemingly drunk on none other than you. “I have to tell you something,” you whisper, and he sits up and pulls you with him, leaning back against the headboard and caressing your cheek. “I- I, uhm…, I've never had a boyfriend before,” you start slowly and he nods. “I've never- I don't- I'm scared,” you whisper and he smiles softly. “There's nothing to be scared of, baby. I'll show you anything you wanna know. I can be patient for you if you need me to,” he assures you and you nod. “Thank you.” “Is there anything you wanna do now? Or just go back to what we were doing?” Rafe asks and you take a second to think. “Can you show me how to, uhm, how to help myself out?” you ask tentatively, not even wanting to use the actual words for it. “You want me to show you how to pleasure yourself?” he asks more clearly, but still not as vulgar as you expected. “Yes. Could you?” You look at him with your best puppy eyes, but he had already caved long before you even asked.

Rafe starts kissing you again, pulling at your shirt until you take it in your hands and pull it over your head. Just a moment later, he starts fumbling with your jeans, opening button after button and slipping his hand between your legs. You squirm when you feel his fingers dig into your clothed pussy. “You're so wet for me, baby,” he rasps into your ear, biting your earlobe and abruptly pulling himself away from you. Tugging your jeans off of you rather harshly and kissing your stomach. “I'm taking this off too,” he announces and slides your panties down your legs in a swift motion.

Straddling him is easy, you've done so a thousand times. Having your own hand pressed against your cunt, isn't as much. “It's all good, baby. Let me,” he says soothingly, and you let go of your own hand, leaving him to use it however he likes. “Let's start here.” Rafe moves your hand up, letting your fingertips stay on a spot that feels overly sensitive. “You're gonna draw some sweet circles here, maybe even flick it if it feels right,” he instructs, and you do as he says. “Oh god!” you yelp and pull your hand away at the shockwave of intense pleasure that nearly knocked you over. “Keep going, darling,” Rafe whispers and kisses you slowly. You return the kiss, feeling like your world is being turned upside down while your fingertips are still attached to your clit. You can't believe that it takes so little to make yourself a moaning mess, and Rafe can't fully grasp it either. “You're doing so good for me, sweetheart,” he muses and runs his fingers between your folds, having you jump a little when he slightly pushes into you.

“Give me your hand,” he demands, and you take it up from your clit, just for him to pull it back down. He takes your middle finger and pushes it into you. You gasp at the sudden intrusion. “How's it feel?” Rafe cradles your cheek in his free hand and you sigh. “Warm. Good. Soft,” you babble and he smiles proudly. “Look at me, baby,” he whispers, and you open your eyes again, your heart beating out of your chest. “I want you to do this,” he says and shows you how to curl your finger and once you mirror the motion inside your cunt, you gasp and moan even louder than before. “God, Rafe,” you cry out as he starts sucking on your tits again. “Just keep doing that baby,” he mumbles against your hot skin while his hand that had just been guiding you was drawing harsh circles on your clit.

“You feel that? Feels good, doesn't it?” he smirks, and you nod, biting your lip, trying to stay a bit quieter. “It's so much, Rafe, I can't keep going,” you whine, and he kisses you, gently placing a dozen loving kisses on your lips. “You can let go now, baby. I'm here,” he breathes against your lips. And when you let go of the unbearable tension that has built inside your stomach, you feel a million times better than you have ever had before. Rafe pulls your hand from your pussy and, to your surprise, he starts sucking off your finger, humming around it. “Good God, you taste so sweet, baby. Can't wait to eat you out.”

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[yesbutmakeitgay]

Once Upon A Time I Used To Know A Girl

Chapter 2

Carol Danvers x Reader

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Summary: Kamala helps you as you begin your journey to recovery.

Angst, Slow Burn, Amnesia.

Word count: 792

Like A Summer Day, She Could Push The Night So Far Away

Kamala walks you into the living quarters and you stop by the kitchen to rummage inside the fridge, she takes the opportunity to pop by Fury’s office and persuade him to let her go through with her half thought out plan.

After you finish eating the girl takes you upstairs and pauses in front of one of the many identical doors, "This will be your room while you, uh-"

"While my brain gets fixed, got it." You decide you might as well just go with it. You walk inside and try to get comfortable, Kamala says her goodbyes and tells you she’ll be back tomorrow.

Later that night Kamala calls Carol after not finding her anywhere in the compound, she tells her the plan and The Captain reluctantly agrees, still overwhelmed with guilt and heartbreak, on one condition: She cannot tell you about your relationship with Carol.

For the remainder of the week you stay on strict bed rest on doctor's orders. Kamala comes by every day and talks to you about current events and pop culture which, even before the injury, you weren't very good at keeping up with. She makes sure you eat and drink enough liquids and even tries to sneak in little details about your former life to see if you'll remember.

It is the first day after your mandated bed rest is over and Kamala comes back as promised, "How are you liking your room?"

"It’s fine."

"They'll bring all your stuff back from your former residence soon."

"Where was that?"

"You were doing a lot of intergalactic work so you were living in a spaceship," she says, trying to find the most objective way to describe it.

"That sounds awful."

"Well, according to your most recent reports you were really enjoying it."

"You have my reports? Can I read them?"

"They are being held in hopes they might contain information about the ambush." Her words are only half true as you weren't exactly subtle when writing about Carol.

The girl walks you to a conference room to have some privacy and hopefully get started on your recovery. She pulls out her S.A.B.E.R. tablet, "Do you know where we are?"

"The Avengers compound," you answer plainly.

"What do you know about them?" She starts making annotations.

"The Avengers? They're a bunch of stuck up assholes with a hero complex who think they're so special because they can shoot lasers out of some part of their body."

"Right," Kamala exhales heavily, "Do you remember any of them?"

"Uh, let's see, there's Stark, paying his way to the top, there's grandpa America-"

"Captain America," she writes down.

"Big green guy,"

"The hulk."

"Red witchy witch,"

"Scarlet Witch."

"The guy with the arrows, how did he even get in?"

"Hawkeye."

"Oh and tiny bug-man."

"Ant-man. Anyone else?"

"I think that's about it."

"I don't suppose you'd be willing to talk to any of them, see if they can help bring some memories back?"

"You suppose right."

"What about someone else? S.H.I.E.L.D.? Defenders?" she starts to wonder out loud.

"Defenders? Jones?" You let out a small chuckle.

"Yes! Do you know her?" Her eyes light up.

"No," you let her down, "but even if I did, she doesn't seem like the kind of person who likes to talk."

"I guess you're right." She begins to mindlessly scroll through her clear tablet hoping to find an answer when you see a familiar face.

"Rambeau. I'll talk to her if she's around."

She opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out, "Captain Rambeau is unavailable at the moment," she says, carefully choosing her words.

"I can wait," you respond, really trying to be helpful.

"Indefinitely." Her harsh tone tells you this is a conversation for another day.

After a moment she continues with the interrogation, "What's the last thing you remember?"

"Paris," you answer with certainty. Kamala searches on the device, "You're scrolling back an alarming amount, how long ago was Paris?"

"Many years ago," she responds in a quiet voice, a feeling of discouragement taking over you. She begins to read aloud, "Let's see, Paris. Mission to retrieve stolen files. Success. Black Widow." She looks at you when she gets to the last part.

"Yelena," you say, almost like an afterthought.

She gives you a perplexed look, "Natasha."

You accept her correction, "Romanoff."

"You remember her?" You nod in response, "Will you talk to her?" she follows expectantly.

"Absolutely not." Kamala scoffs, "I barely knew her, that's the only mission I ever went on with her. I didn't even live here with them, I had my own home in Louisiana." Your last words peak her interest and she discreetly writes them down.

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Chapter 3

[yurinaa-world]

Hello! Could a get scenario of vash and Wolfwood(separate) comforting their 21st century time traveler friend that got stuck on noman land somehow and she’s crying cause the battery to her phone is dying and that means she can’t listen to her music or look at the photos of her friends and family plz?

Characters: Vash & Nicholas x Female reader

Synopsis: The reader from the twenty-first century is stuck in normal land, crying, because her phone battery is dead; she can't listen to music or look at photos of her friends and family. 

Warnings: a tiny bit of angst , fluff.

Notes: This is my very first request thank you for requesting I hope you like it .ヾ(*∇*)ﾉ

Vash "the humanoid Typhoon"

Sitting on the cold ground, looking at a phone that was at 1%, and then looking up at the sky, with the sun slowly setting, the air getting colder and colder with it, and the breeze blowing against your face, a chill runs down your spine.

Crossing your arms to keep your hands warm and looking around and seeing everyone getting ready to go home to their families, you feel lonely and lonely, wanting to hear your mother complain about how you don't do chores but stay in the room all the time.

You feel your eyes swell up, and warm tears drip down your cheeks. You wanted to go home badly, but now she is stranded in some town you've never heard of.

Looking around again, I saw that people were leaving, and soon there would be none left in the town. The people would leave, and you would have no one. You sigh, wiping away the water from your eyes as the wind blows harder, causing you to shiver.

looking at your phone for the last time, but it had already died and there was nothing to charge it with.

Sitting in the cold, you hear someone sit beside you. Turning your head to the side, you see a blonde in orange shades with a plaid jacket smiling back at you.

His clothes look way different than yours.

"Hey, are you alright!?" He blurted it out while attempting to console you.

"No, my phone died, and I don't know where I am!" You mumbled sadly. He looked confused at your answer but continued his attempts to make you feel better.

"Well, I'll try my best to help." "Could I see your phone?" The blonde with glasses smiled while holding his hand so you could give him your phone. You handed him the device hesitantly, and as he took it, he looked at it puzzledly, as if he'd never seen it before.

"I'm really sorry i couldn't help I'm sure what to do." he gulped

"At the very least, you tried," you say.

"Where are you from?" "Your clothes are different than most people's," he pounded

"I could say the same about you, but I didn't catch your name," you inquired.

"Vash the Stampede!" Vash answers.

"(Name), but Vash the Stampede has a pretty weird name to have," you bleated.

"Really, is it?" Vash gasped while scratching the back of his head, "I'm from (place name)."

"Never heard of it."

"Really?" you exclaim.

"(Name), what is your phone even for?" Vash asks, "I wish I could listen to music or look at photos; even more, I wish I could listen to music or see my family." you sniffled. "Don't cry; I'll help you get home," Vash said with a smile.

"I promise"

Nicholas D. Wolfwood "The Punisher"

You were sitting on metal stairs, and you felt so hopeless not knowing where you were that you just wanted to go back home to see your family and friends and listen to music.

Your tears wouldn't stop falling, and you tried to wipe them away, but they just kept falling. At the same time, your hands felt numb and cold. The air could cause your cheeks to freeze.

You didn’t want to die, and dying in a place like this was the last thing you wanted.

While you zoned out, someone sat beside you.

You slowly turned your head when you noticed a man dressed entirely in black and wearing black sunglasses at night. He had a cigarette in his mouth and a huge cross by his side.

"Why are they so upset?"The man asked you

"Um, what?" you hesitated 

"Why are you crying?" he huffed.

"Well, as strange as it may sound, I want to go home and see my family and listen to music again, but my phone died, and everything feels surreal to me." you sobbed 

The man just listened to you quietly while puffing smoke from the cigarette before taking his finger and wiping the tears away and silently comforting you.

You're a bit happy that he didn't call you insane and just leave.

"Thank you," you muttered.

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[littleracha]

Hey hey heyyy

If your requests are still open, can i please request a cg!skz scenario (individually if possible) with littles who have had bad experience of physical abuse at some point in life and flinch easily but they comfort them with something like "its okay little one, papa isn't going to hurt you, papa isn't mad" if that's okay with you? Thankyou so much hope you have a great day/ night ahead !!! ❤❤❤

Okay, this request has been sitting awhile and I apologize so much. As a survivor of abuse, this request really meant a lot to me and I wanted to spend some time on it.

Thank you so much for the ask, sweet duckling.

CG! OT8 Stray Kids with Trauma Little

(tw for past abuse)

Bang Chan

Chan hates being stressed out

He hates it even more when it affects you

This comeback has been hard, the music genre while fun is completely different

Make it difficult for him to write and produce on the deadline

So when he woke up and couldn't find his laptop he lost it

You didn't mean to be a brat, you just were pulling a cute little prank. One you've done a million times before

But when Chan came into your bedroom red-faced instead of humored, you got scared

"Where is it y/n, I don't have time for games today"

Daddy never used your real name...

You got up to slow for his liking and he barked

"Hurry up!"

You flinched at the loud sound. It brought back a flood of bad memories and you froze in place

Which scared you even more knowing he wanted you to be quick

You aren't sure how he ended up in front of you but gentle hands cupped your face

"Little cub, oh baby. Daddy didn't mean to yell, he'd never yell on purpose. Oh, cubby come here. Daddy would never hurt you okay?"

He called off work for the rest of the day so he could hold you and remind you that he would never let anything hurt you, even himself.

Lee Know

It was one of those days for Minho

It wasn't a bad one but it wasn't good either

Everything little seemed to be getting on his nerves

All he wanted was to come home and put his mind on something else

He pulled the pots and pans out to make you both dinner

He thought putting his focus on making something really nice might calm him down a bit

He wasn't expecting you to wake up from your nap early

You came toddling in with stuffie and blanket in tow

He gave you a soft smile and went back to work

After naps, you were usually cuddly and wanted Noona's attention

You walked up next to him and looked into the pan that was frying up some pork belly

You reached out to snag a piece when all of a sudden the oil popped and burned you

You pulled back with a shirking cry and held your hand. Teary eyes looked up at your Noona

"Baby go away! I'll get you when it's ready!" Minho snapped and shooed you away with his hand

What he didn't expect was the flinch that followed. Then you ran

He immediately turned everything off and came looking for you

He found you hiding under the blankets on the bed

"Little kitten Noona didn't mean to scare you" he cooed softly while removing the blankets

"Oh kitty cat, come here. I am so sorry I scared you like that. You know I'd never hurt you little one. Even if Noona is mad he would never hit you. Promise me you know that" Tears started to well in his own eyes now

"I promise Noonie"

"Thank you, baby. Now why don't you come help me finish dinner, kitten? Think you can do that?"

Changbin

Binnie and you were playing a game of ‘Hide and Seek’

It had all been fun until Binnie actually couldn’t find you

He looked in the living room, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom

Even places that were off-limits like the studio and backyard

His anxiety started to peak after 10 minutes

Bin knows nothing bad could have happened

But he was worried you might be stuck and needed him

If he didn’t find you soon then maybe you'd begin to panic

He made his way into the home gym, somewhere you never go without him

He has made it very clear this room can be dangerous without Dada

So when he saw a tiny foot sticking out from behind the closed treadmill he was shocked

“Baby! You need to get out of there right now”

He pulled you out, not hard, never hard. He knew his strength. It was more of a soft suggestion of a tug

But the voice and the physical touch were enough to trigger something in you from your past

“sorry dada,” you said softly as you backed away to the wall, refusing to make eye contact

Changbin felt awful, he knew about your past and the last thing on earth he wanted to do is make you relive it

“Bunny! Dada isn’t mad! See” he puts on a big exaggerated smile making you giggle

“Dada is just upset he lost the game! The baby bun is just so good at hiding. You know what you get for winning baby?” you tilted your head

“Bear hugs!” Binnie suffocated you in a tight hug.

“Baby bun, Daddy will always protect you. Forever.” He whispered to you

Hyunjin

Mother's Day is coming up and you wanted to make something special for your Mama

One of your favorite activities together is Mama and Little One art studio

Hyunjin sets up the entire studio into a painting and crafts for two

He will have little stations set up and will walk through each one of them with you

So what better way to celebrate Mother's Day than a studio set up by baby

You decided on three stations

A painting one where you two will paint your favorite memory

A Card making one where you both can make Mother's days cards

and finally a photoshoot studio!

You collected all of your dress-up clothes and some of Jinnies best outfits

Then you grab paper and pens out of the office for the card studio

All that was left to do was the paint station...which meant going into Mama's big studio

You knew you needed Mama's permission to get it but it would ruin the surprise

After some contemplation, you decided it was important to get good paint!

You snuck in quickly and grabbed all the paint you could in one go

You were almost out until you tripped and dropped all the paint

Thankfully it landed on the tarp...or that was what you thought

Then you saw some red paint splashed on Hyunjin's painting for his mom...

You tried to wipe it off but it honestly made it worse

Your soft tears turned into fat sobs as you heard the front door open

"Little Painter? Honey? Why is the living room so messy" Hyunjin called out softly, not mad but curious

He saw this studio door open and instantly knew where you were hiding

His heart shattered as you stood in the middle of the room sobbing and covered in paint.

However, he was done for when you stepped back as he stepped in

Jin got down on his knees and opened his arms in a sign of peace

"Come here little muse, mama isn't mad. Mama just wants to make sure you are okay"

He held you tight once you entered his arms

"Mama...I ruined painting" you pointed

"Oh, little painter! Mama was stuck on what to add! A red rose would be perfect, you even started it for me. Now if I wasn't confused I think there is a studio night waiting for us. Come on my little artist. Mama loves you"

Han

Han woke up in a state of anxiety and he just wanted to be home

He wanted to curl up in bed and watch Anime with his little one

To relax and nap with his baby

To ignore the world and all of its troubles. To be with his happiness

So when he opened the door to loud music, bubbles, paint, toys everywhere, and a messy little one

He broke down

Not at you. He would never break down at you. You always helped him cheer up

It was just the overstimulation of the situation

"OPPA!!!!" You yelled and he cringed at the volume

"Oppa play with me! Play Dinosaurs! Be Rexie, Oppa!"

"Little sprite, please quiet down"

But you were too hyper to listen

"Oppa, I miss youuuuuuuu," you say hanging off of your Oppa's arm

The pulling was too much, the touch was overwhelming

He yanked his arm back and closed his eyes to collect himself

When he opened them again he found you shaking and sitting on the floor

"Sorry Oppa, I was bad. I sorry!" You cried

The whines were a lot for him but he needed to push through to help you

"My Ponyo, little fishy. Oppa wasn't going to hit you"

"But I bad"

"Baby you are never bad! Never ever my sweet baby. Oppa is having an icky day. You remember when we talked about big icky days" You nodded

"Well Oppa is having an icky day"

"Oppa says icky days means sounds n touch can be too much, Oppa feels that?" it was Han's turn to nod

"Oppa go relax?"

"Only if my Totoro goes with me"

Felix

Mommy Lixie wanted to make brownies for the big party you two were hosting later

It was a celebration of all the boy's hard work

So while you were running errands for supplies

Felix got to baking

What Felix was not aware of was that you had begun to slip while you were at the store

There were too many people and the employees were mean when you asked for help

You wanted to prove to Felix you could be a big kid and do these tasks for him

You wanted to show that you could have a party and not get overwhelmed

But now you wanted to walk through the door and snuggle with your mommy while he pet your hair

That wasn't the case though

You opened the door to Felix immediately asking you to do more stuff

"Hey love, when you get the groceries put away can you set the table? Maybe start the punch bowl as well, I want the pretty ice. Oh also---" And on and on he went with a list of tasks

You wanted to break down but you needed to be strong for Mommy---You mean Felix

You jumped to a start when the alarm to the oven when off

That was the final straw, the sound scared you straight into little space

"Darling, can you grab those? Im hanging up the streamers"

"Yes, Mo-Yes Lixie!"

You were too small to use the oven, did you even remember how?

You opened the door and reached in for the freshly baked pan of brownies

On contact, you yelped out loud and dropped the pan.

Felix came running in

"Y/n, WHAT HAPPENED"

All you could do was hold your hand and cry

You saw the brownies on the floor and immediately jumped up to fix your mistake

But arms picked you up instead

"Shhhhhh you need to breathe little one. Follow Mommy's breathing. In and Out."

When you got your air back you began to tell Mommy how sorry you were

"Oh, my pixie Mommy would never be mad! He should have noticed you were a little baby. Let Mommy look at your hand baby"

He bandaged you up and kissed it better.

A text was sent to the group chat letting the boys know you were feeling small which was met with a bunch of excited Uncles

"I think these brownies will taste better if we make them together, baby fairy"

Seungmin

Seungmin and you were friends for many years before he became your caregiver

After he found you relapsing into bad memories from your past

Once he calmed you down he met your eyes and something seemed different

You seemed younger, happier, and carefree

You explained the next morning about regression and he instantly wanted to be your caregiver

The issue is...he still was your best friend

You two bully each other relentlessly

That is just the love language you shared

Normally it would be fine but today was different

You were feeling small but couldn't bring yourself to tell him

It wasn't his fault he was hurting your feelings, how could he have known

"Of course, you would find the ugly bug cute. It looks just like you!"

"No, we aren't going to play Mario Kart, you'll just lose and be upset"

"I'm not dealing with a crybaby tonight"

That was the one that brought all the memories back

"Y/n, look you are already crying! wait...hun...you are crying. Why are you crying?"

"Minnie, sorry you have to deals with me"

He knew he messed up. Jumps straight into caregiver mode

"NO NO NO! Little Pup you are not something I have to deal with! I love you so much puppy. Oh, Minnie was just being a big mean bully, wasn't he? The meanest bully around."

You nodded with a giggle and he smiled

"I think it is only fair you get to say something back. Hit me with the best you got, Puppy"

You thought for a bit

"You look like a stick bug!"

"I deserved that pup. But you, my little one" he picked you up. "You never deserve to hear such mean words. Remember you are my favorite thing in the whole world"

I.N.

Tonight was movie night with Jeongin

He had a feeling you were going to be small so he set up an entire fairy garden living room

He hung up lights, spread out blankets, made snacks, and even had a sippy of fairy milk ready to go

When you showed up he changed you into a new pair of fairy jammies and got you cuddly in front of the tv

Of course, tonight's film was Tinkerbell

You were so excited, you couldn't sit still

The fairies were so pretty and magical!

"Innie Innie Innie!"

"Yes, my little kit?"

"You be an animal fairy!"

"Tell me why sweetie"

You went on to explain exactly why Jeongin would be an animal fairy without ever taking your eyes off the tv

"My little Tinkerbell, would you like your stuffy?" He asked because he saw you fidgeting with the carpet

A hum of approval was all you gave

I.N. decided your Neverbeast plush would be the most appropriate

"Baby heads up" Innie called out before tossing the stuffed animal toward you

It was a soft throw but you weren't paying attention so the monster jumping toward you triggered a fearful yelp

You looked towards Innie for comfort but then you noticed he was the one who threw the beast towards you

"Innie" Your voice stumbled "why innie"

Before a single tear could fall he was at your side pulling you into his lap

He hated how tense you felt in his arms

"Little Fox, Innie didn't mean to scare you! He thought it would be fun to surprise you with your plushie baby"

"Why Innie throws it at me? I promise I no watch movies"

"No little one! Innie wasn't punishing you for watching the movie. He thinks you are being the most adorable little one in the world! He should have thought about it before throwing it. You know Innie would never ever hit you, promise Innie you know that foxy"

"I promise Innie, just scared me"

"I know baby, I won't do it again" he brought you in for the biggest hug

"Innie...I no see the movie"

"Oh I'm sorry baby, here sit in Innie's lap and we will watch together" He got you settled in with a blanket. "Who is the yellow one honey?"

[ceph-the-ghost-writer]

'Stuck' for the writing prompts, for whoever you'd like to write about! (--@space-writes)

@space-writes I'm so sorry this took forever--I changed ideas twice before just deciding to continue with the Isaac/Kinslayer theme. So, uh, hope you enjoy gay stuff happening on a ship?

From this list of sexy prompt asks

Words: 2,493

Summary: While exploring the lower decks of a beached shipwreck, Isaac tries an unconventional shortcut. He doesn't regret it, not exactly.

Content Advisory: Possible claustrophobia trigger (being stuck/trapped in an enclosed space), suggestive touching, teasing, power dynamics play, spanking, look the first part of this is pretty silly, I'll mark the spot where things become spicier later on for those who want to opt out, and include an advisory about the sexy stuff beneath that cut off point

It was the first time Isaac had ever seen Kinslayer look surprised. As soon as they’d come through the watertight door and saw him their brows shot up—their mouth even fell open a bit. Given the circumstances, he couldn’t exactly congratulate himself.

“Help,” Isaac said, voice tiny.

They crossed the room, boots clomping on steel grating, until they stood in front of him. “The hell happened to you, bookworm?”

He tried to sigh, but the pressure around his ribs when he inhaled that deeply was too much. “I was trying to get back to the upper decks…”

“Uh-huh.”

“…but I got turned around somehow. All these ship passageways look alike.”

“That much I figured when you started calling for me with your thoughts. But why’re you halfway sticking out of the goddamn bulkhead?”

How good was their night vision? Good enough not to need a flashlight, apparently, but hopefully not enough to see how embarrassed he looked. “Well. Uh. I was looking for, er, the way out. And I happened to peek through that, that tube thingy with the metal trays hanging in front?”

“The cable ways, yeah.”

“I shone the light through that and spotted some steps. Over there.” Forlornly, Isaac pointed to the narrow staircase on the other side of the room. (Or what had Anaru said they were called on a ship? Compartments?)

“And lemme guess. You couldn’t find the door, so you tried to shimmy in through that vent and got yourself stuck instead.” Even in the gloom, he noticed their shoulders shaking.

Isaac huffed. “Don’t laugh.”

“Little too late for that, bookworm. But don’t you worry your pretty little head. I’ll get you out of there.”

“My hero.”

“If you’re going to sass me, though…”

“Okay, okay! Please just get me out of here. I’m probably already going to need a tetanus shot.”

“You want me to grab hold of your arms and pull?”

“No, I think that might just make it worse. If you pull from behind that should work—I can’t back out myself because my feet don’t quite reach the floor now.”

Kinslayer patted him on the head despite his scowling. “Give me a minute to find the passageway.”

Then there was nothing for him to do except wait. Isaac did his best to keep from imagining anything spooky lurking in the dark corners, or just outside his flashlight beam. Given that whole misadventure with Elfy the last time he’d explored a wrecked old ship, it wasn’t easy.

A light touch slid along the outside of his thigh and made him twitch in alarm.

“Easy, bookworm,” came Kinslayer’s voice, muffled by the metal wall separating them.

His heart shifted down a gear. “Get me out of here.”

“All right, let’s see what’s what.”

Isaac tried not to squirm as their hands roamed around, gently prodding at where his hips met the vent. Mostly. One wandered over to rest on his ass. Not squeezing or anything, just…there.

“What do you, um, think?”

“Well, looks like the waistband of your jeans could be holding you up. Might have to shuck ‘em.”

“Are you serious?” His voice had risen an octave or two.

“Could always just bring you food and water three times a day, if you wanna stay. Leave you some reading material.”

“Haha. Just…just do whatever you need to.”

His face grew hot as Kinslayer slipped a hand around to his front, working it between his abdomen and the vent enough to pop the button on his jeans. Isaac chewed his lips and tried to distract himself by listing every breed of dog he knew while they peeled the denim off his helplessly dangling legs, leaving it bunched around his ankles. A startled little yip leapt from his throat when their fingers dug into his hips.

“Ah, are you going to…erm…”

“Gonna what?”

“Help me?” His voice and the hope in it were too faint to even echo.

“Hmm. I dunno. Maybe if you ask real nice.”

“O-kay. Um. Help me…please?”

The smack on his ass, when it came, made him drop his flashlight; it went rolling across the floor, causing wild shadows to flit over the walls. Though of course it was futile, Isaac attempted to twist around and stare at Kinslayer in disbelief.

“You can do better than that, bookworm. Go on. Once more, with feeling.”

He kept perfectly still, brain whirring. Did they really want him to…what? Plead? Submit? Kinslayer had always discussed that kind of scenario with him beforehand. Then again, they did enjoy pushing his buttons—nudging him out of his comfort zones. Maybe this was just an unexpected opportunity to mess with him.

“What happens if I don’t?” The direct approach rarely went wrong.

It stung a bit, the second smack. “Then I spank this cute little ass until it glows like Rudolph’s nose on Christmas Eve.”

He gulped. “If I ask—if I beg…you’ll let me go?”

Two strikes landed in quick succession, making tears prickle in his eyes. “Naw, doubt it.”

“But that’s not fair!”

“It is fun, though.”

“For you maybe!”

!!! Explicit Scene Starts Below !!!

Content Advisory: Spanking, dirty talk, mild/referenced sadism, submission, anal fingering, brief degradation/humiliation, suggested group sex, we're basically watching Isaac unlock a new kink in real-time here

Kinslayer rested a hand on his flank. Gently, but it still made him flinch like he’d been jabbed with a thumbtack.

“Isaac.” Their voice had lowered to a purr—a growl?—that made the hairs along the back of his neck stand at attention.

“What?” he snapped.

“Are you hard?”

His mouth dropped open, but no sound came out.

“Are you?” they pressed, giving him a motivating slap.

“No!” Not all the way at least—he probably wouldn’t have even noticed his body reacting if they hadn’t brought it up.

Kinslayer’s laughter was felt more than heard, a subtle tremor in the air. Or maybe Isaac had just started shivering. “Liar.”

“I’m not—”

His protests earned a flurry of blows that made Isaac yelp and kick as much as the jeans still comically hanging around his ankles would allow. Metal edges dug into his ribs as he attempted to twist, turn, do anything to free himself and avoid the relentless palm from colliding with his backside again.

“Had enough?” Kinslayer asked, mercifully giving him a break. “You ready to admit defeat?”

He grit his teeth, sweat tickling the back of his neck and glueing his curls to his skin. “You wish.”

Hands were on him again, tugging off his boxers. Cinders singed his nerves as Kinslayer dragged their short nails down the curve of one asscheek. “You’re right. I do wish.”

Shit. Now he really was—

He couldn’t help it if his body reacted, though. It was the cool air, being naked yet half-dressed at the same time, the way their voice made his skin flush hot all over, and—Isaac shook his head to clear the rosy haze from his thoughts. It simply wasn’t fair. He couldn’t disobey or misbehave like this. The best he could do was sulk, but his heart wouldn’t be in it.

“Isaac. Am I going to have to beat an answer out of you?”

It wasn’t fair. Although…that didn’t mean he was helpless. Not completely.

“You wouldn’t.” He paused, heart hammering against the sheet metal imprisoning him. “You can’t.” Not quite his usual style of defiance, but it scratched the itch he hadn’t been able to reach before.

Somehow, he could sense Kinslayer’s expression change. In his mind’s eye, he saw a grin creep across their face, revealing a sharp crescent of teeth. Isaac took a shaky breath and wondered what, exactly, it said about him that fear wasn’t driving his pulse.

A hit with the most force behind it yet landed, sending his thoughts scattering like a break across a billiard table. Then another. And another, so close on the heels of the last that the stinging pain overlapped, intensifying. Kinslayer fell into a devious rhythm, striking the same spot until it felt branded, the shape of their hand seared into his flesh. Right at the edge of Isaac’s breaking point, though, they’d shift to the other side, starting the whole torturous process again. The compartment soon echoed with curses, cries, and, eventually, sobs.

“Okay, okay!” he finally gasped. “You win! Stop! Please!”

“Had enough, huh?”

“Yes, I’ll be good!”

“Oh, bookworm, it was never about you being good or bad.”

Swiping sweat from his eyes and still catching his breath, Isaac thought hard. What had they said? Not fair, but fun. He relaxed as much as his aching body would allow.

“It doesn’t matter.” His voice stayed surprisingly steady. “Because I’m stuck. You can do whatever you want to me right now, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.”

Kinslayer’s pleased hum reverberated up and down his spine. “See? I knew you’d get it sooner or later. Glad we’re on the same page.”

There was a rustle of fabric. Not like they were undressing, but maybe…going through the pockets of their jacket? Isaac’s brows pinched as he listened, focused on what was coming next.

Of all the things he’d imagined, slick fingers sliding between his cheeks hadn’t made the list. Isaac jumped and hissed, the touch like dragging a live wire across his raw skin.

“I do believe you’ve earned a little treat, though,” Kinslayer told him. “Whaddaya say?”

“It’s up to you,” he said through gritted teeth and contrary to every instinct.

“Mmm. Now you’re starting to get it.”

A fingertip began to stroke his hole, setting off a wave of tingles that blended with the pain in a way that made him wish he could arch his back. He wriggled, but a hand gripped his hip. Breathing through his nose, Isaac made himself go still again. The insistence behind the caresses increased. His body didn’t put up much of a fight, allowing Kinslayer to push one long finger into him. Isaac shoved a fist against his mouth, biting his knuckles to keep quiet. Just because they had him dead to rights didn’t mean he had to broadcast how much it was turning him on. Or how fucking well the burn of being breached complemented the heat radiating from his oversensitive skin. They could read his thoughts if they wanted to know, so he wouldn’t bother admitting it out loud. Definitely wouldn’t beg for more, harder, faster, please and thank you. He wouldn’t.

Luckily, Kinslayer wasn’t asking for input. “You know, as cute as you are when you’re full of vim and vinegar, we ought to do this more often. Well, not the ‘stuck in a vent’ thing. More the ‘at my mercy’ part, I mean. Though, being in this wreck does bring back some fond memories.”

They withdrew their finger enough to add a second. Pressure and resistance as they filled him partway, then retreated a fraction only to thrust in deeper, working him open. Curling, both digits pressed upwards, seeking an angle of attack that would destroy any illusion of defiance he had left. The anticipation, simply knowing Kinslayer was going to win, to prod and pet until they made him—

Isaac gripped the flange of the vent and wished his legs would stop quivering.

“I worked on dozens of ships in the old days, before steam engines became common. Expeditions, piracy, whaling. Did I ever mention that?” Kinslayer continued. “I usually wound up around second or third command. You know, something like a bosun or mate. That way, I’d be the one who got to give the lashings and break green sailors to my will.”

Though he’d been braced for it, Isaac couldn’t hold back a sharp, stuttering inhale when they hit a place inside of him just so. Every stroke melted his bones and organs further into liquid pleasure. It dribbled down the ladder of his ribcage, thick and warm, to pool in his belly and settle heavily between his thighs. By the end, there’d be nothing left of him but a quivering puddle on the floor.

“You know how much fun I would’ve had if I’d found you like this on one of my ships, bookworm? I would’ve whipped you until you had more stripes than a zebra. Maybe, if I was feeling generous, I would’ve invited a couple of deckhands to join me so we could take turns with you.”

A choked whimper escaped his throat. Isaac hid his face behind his hands as Kinslayer laughed, low, dark, devoid of pity.

“Well, how about that? Never took you for an exhibitionist.”

He wasn’t. Not really. No matter what sounds came out of him.

“Or is it the thought of being helpless that’s got you hot under the collar? Getting spanked, being fucked while you can’t do a damn thing about it? Being used like the pretty toy you are?”

Couldn’t hide the noises anymore. Couldn’t keep them back. It didn’t matter. He didn’t care anymore. Just as long as Kinslayer didn’t stop. As long as he was allowed—

“You going to come like this, Isaac? Going to disgrace yourself?”

His voice was wrecked, in tatters. “If you want me to.”

Their other hand wrapped around his cock, easily gliding from tip to base and back. “Good answer.”

Lightning split Isaac asunder. Pleasure, white-hot, crackled through his spine, boiled his blood to rust-colored steam, withered his muscle fibers to ash, and gave him a glimpse of heaven before he drifted back down to earth. He hung limp, catching his breath in gasps. His aches and pains had grown distant. Were of a past lifetime. Forgotten.

Something squeezed in on either side of his ribs, grabbed ahold, and pulled him free as easy as pie. He tried to glare up at Kinslayer’s smirking face as they held him, arms wrapped around his waist. More than likely he just looked dazed and drowsy.

“You with me, bookworm?”

“Mm-hm.” Jerk.

They had one of their quiet, shoulder shaking laughs at his expense while they propped him against the wall. Bulkhead. Whatever. Using a little pack of wipes, they helped clean him up enough to get his clothing back in order. He winced as the waistband of his boxers and jeans slid up and over his ass.

“Som…” Isaac cleared his hoarse throat. “Something you learned from life at sea?”

One of Kinslayer’s brows quirked.

He pointed at the pack. “Always be prepared?”

“Oh, sure.” They tucked it back into the appropriate jacket pocket. “Modern lube keeps better than whale oil too.”

Isaac opened his mouth, then let it fall shut. Maybe his curiosity could stand to leave some stones unturned.

“Well, upsy-daisy, bookworm.”

“Wha—” He flailed as he was manhandled into being carried over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Can’t let you walk all the way up to the weather deck, can I? Denim’ll chafe your tender hide before I can tend to it. Unless you object?”

He heaved a sigh, though that didn’t stop him from relaxing, letting his arms dangle down their back. “Do I really have a choice?”

“You catch on real quick.”

[circusgoth-dotcom]

The Love Shack (aka the local convenience store)

Ship: Wade Wilson x Keaton Magnolia

Word Count: 1156

Summary: HUGHJGHGHH THE SILLYYS... sorry writing this fic rotted my brain in a good way. Wade and Keaton make a trip to the convenience store. :0) CWs for themes of insecurity and food mentions. GLITTER ON THE MATTRESSSS GLITTER ON THE HIGHWAYYYY (lyrics) 🕺🕺

Tag List: @futurewife @canongf

Wade had always been eerily astute when it came to reading his boyfriend’s emotions and body language, especially when it seemed like such a hassle for everyone else. So a deep sigh from across the room was more than enough to catch his attention. The two had been sitting on opposite sides of his living room and looking at their respective devices, an activity Wade had only recently learned the name of: Parallel Play.

“What’s up, baby?” He asked, dropping his custom red and black Nintendo DS on his chest. Keaton looked up, clearly having not expected for Wade to take such obvious notice of the sound he had made.

“Oh, er, it’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” Keaton waved his hand dismissively, still half-focused on his phone. Wade heaved himself off of his couch and placed his hand between Keaton’s face and the screen.

"Talk to me. Even if it really is nothing, it was enough to make you sigh like your favourite celebrity turned out to be another asshole, so talk to me."

Keaton’s face burned slightly as he set his phone down. "You're not going to let it be until I talk, are you?"

"Do you really have to ask me that question?" Wade grinned and nudged Keaton over slightly, squeezing into what little space was left on the armchair his husband had been occupying.

"Fine. I want to make a trip to the corner store but it's late and I don't want to bother you by asking you to put on pants and you know how I am about spending money--" Before he could finish, Wade had leaned in, his lips ghosting Keaton’s own and his nose bumping against theirs.

"All you had to say was you wanted some snackies and I would've had my pants on before you had even gotten up. Keke, you know I'll never say no to food, no matter the time, and don't beat yourself up about spending, I am flush with cash. Especially cash for snacks." Wade whispered intensely before closing the minute gap between their lips. "Fuck, I love you."

Keaton blinked, somewhat surprised. "Damn, didn't know such a proposition would get you so hot and bothered or I would've asked earlier."

Wade giggled excitedly and crawled off of him to throw on some pants- for once, without argument. Keaton popped up and threw a Bad Batdz Maru sweatshirt on over his tank top, a gift from Wade when he had taken a contract in Japan.

“God, you’re so cute, I just want to crush you down into a tiny ball and hurl you across the room,” Wade growled happily through gritted teeth as he squeezed Keaton’s cheeks before picking up his keys. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand!”

As soon as they entered the hallway, Wade quickened his pace just enough to goad Keaton into chasing him down the stairs and out onto the street before launching himself onto Wade’s back and transforming into a sloth, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and his legs around his ribs.

“Gotcha!” Keaton announced triumphantly.

“Ohh noo, I’m going to succumb to sloth fever, blehhh,” Wade stuck out his tongue in a mocking performance of dying from a made-up illness, making Keaton chuckle. “Shall I carry you all the way, like a mighty steed?”

Keaton considered this, then slid off of his husband’s back and transformed back into his human self. “Eh, might get some especially weird looks if the humanoid equivalent of an overboiled hotdog is seen carrying a giant sloth on his back, don’t you think?”

“Sounds like your average Canadian New Yorker to me. Also,” Wade then gasped dramatically, “rude!”

The two walked hand-in-hand down the dark street, laughing and talking loud despite it being nearly midnight. They couldn’t care less about the few shouts they heard to shut up, it was those people’s choice to live in the city that “never sleeps!” When they reached the corner store, Wade held open the door for his husband.

“After you, fine sir.”

“Oh, how chivalrous. Don’t let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya on the way in.” Keaton snickered, winking as he wandered into the linoleum-lined oasis, breathing in the smell of floor wax and the heat from the slushie machine. He went straight for the beverage aisle, debating on what he wanted, while Wade scoped out the chips. Love Shack by The B-52s played on the overhead speakers.

“Sign says, ‘Stay away, fools! ‘Cause love rules, at the Lo-o-ve Shack…’” Keaton mumbled to himself under his breath with a smile as he selected a bottle of Pepsi, moving onto the freezer section and calling over his shoulder, “Wadey, you want any ice cream?”

“Ah-huh?” Wade’s muffled voice came over the shelves, prompting Keaton to look around the corner, where he spied Wade with his entire head under the blue raspberry slushie nozzle, mouth steadily filling with unnaturally blue slush. Keaton snorted, immediately slapping his hand over his mouth.

“Wade! We’re gonna get kicked out!” He hissed through silent laughter. Wade swallowed thickly, flicking off the nozzle and angling his head out from under it, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

“They can ban the mercenary from the convenience store, but they can’t ban the convenience store from the mercenary,” he stated matter-of-factly, his teeth practically glowing blue. “And yes, of course I want ice cream.”

“That makes… no sense, but moving on, their selection’s kind of shit if I’m going to be honest. You want Chunky Monkey or Moose Tracks?”

“Mmnm… Chunky Monkey, please.”

“You got it, hunky monkey. Also you’ve got some slush on your chin.”

“Come lick it off, then!” Wade called eagerly as Keaton turned his back to him.

“Veronica Sawyer prefers cherry!”

Wade groaned in light annoyance while Keaton smiled to himself and picked up the ice cream; a pint of Chunky Monkey for Wade, and a chocolate drumstick without nuts for himself. Lastly, he slipped into the candy aisle and picked up a classic Herhsey’s bar. He then met Wade at the counter, who placed down a large bag of Takis and two large slushies, one blue and one red. Keaton watched him adoringly as he paid for it all, taking the two plastic bags and handing Keaton the slushies to carry.

“You really are the best partner, Wade,” Keaton praised as they made their way home. Wade blushed and smiled crookedly, his mind flooded with insecurity at the word “best.”

“I don’t know, I wouldn’t say that…”

“Hey, just because I love you doesn’t mean I’m dismissing that you’re still a real asshole sometimes… but I love you. Don’t forget that, okay?”

Wade swallowed, his lip trembling slightly before bumping affectionately against Keaton as they walked.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it… pookiebear.”

The two smiled at each other in the yellow lamplight.

“Can I get a sip of my slushie?”

“Yes, Wade.”

[duckymcdoorknob]

Not While I’m Around

Ships: Timeskip!Dad!Izuku Midoriya x Parent!Gn!Reader

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff.

I also want to reinforce that this is in fact a Timeskip fic!! There are no current gifs of timeskip Izuku, so I have to use one of young him.

I do not own these lyrics! Proper credit goes to Stephen Sondheim.

Prompt: The day your daughter came home marked a big change in your little family’s life. One day, you hear your husband singing to her.

Tags: General taglist! @lisiwalker, @rebloging-everything, @sweetenertea, @quoikuu, @tetsunova, @evielt13 @keyz-writes, @tohrusoftie

When your baby girl came through the doors of your small home, you and your husband never knew how much she was needed in your lives.

As Number One, Izuku’s life was one that was full of both joy and strife. So, he thanked the heavens above that she had come home safely.

“Welcome home, (B/N).” He chimed in a sweet voice, carefully opening the door. The tiny carrier swung freely in his arm as she finally entered the home for the first time

Her sparkly, green eyes took in her environment; tiny fists unclenched and reached out gently into the open air. When she was satisfied with what she had seen, she closed her eyes in contentment, likely returning to sleep (as she had been a mere twelve seconds ago).

You and Izuku chuckled softly, looking upon her with pure adoration.

“Hey, I’m gonna go put her in her crib. Can you start unpacking bags? Or would you like me to also do that? I am more than happy to help.” He asked in a sotto-voce tone, out of fear of waking (B/N).

You beamed at him, “I’ll handle unpacking. Go have daddy time.”

With a mirrored smile, your husband ever so carefully picked up your little baby from out of her carrier. He held her gently and retreated to her nursery.

When the male reached the room, he attempted to place (B/N) in her crib. He turned on the baby monitor, and turned to leave. (B/N), somehow in her sleeping state, deduced that she did not like this crib. She awoke with a squirm as her cries began to fill the air.

“Oh no, sweet girl… It’s alright, it’s alright. Daddy’s got you.” Izuku cooed as he carefully removed her from her bed, and held her gently in his arms. “What’s the matter, my darling?”

As soon as she registered her daddy’s arms, (B/N) calmed instantly. Her bright, green eyes were adorned with previously shed tears when she looked up.

A sudden idea crossed your husband’s mind. He carefully sat down on the rocking chair with your daughter. After a few seconds of rocking, he began to sing to her.

“Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around,” his voice was damn near silent, but as tender and caring as the father’s love could be.

You perked up from your position in the living room, noticing the familiar melody. You turned on the baby monitor and watched the scene unfold.

“Nothing's gonna harm you, darling, not while I'm around.” It was a simple song that he remembered from a movie he once watched, but it always stuck with him. He wanted to be the father that his dad never was, and this song was his vow to (B/N).

“Demons are prowling everywhere, nowadays.” Thoughts of his hero life filled his head. Hugging the baby closer, he held her as if she’d be taken away. “I'll send 'em howling, I don't care. I've got ways…”

Izuku stood up and began to slowly walk around the room with her in his arms, continuing his loving song. “No one's gonna hurt you. No one's gonna dare.” Your little girl’s eyelashes were fluttering. It was hard to stay awake, but she longed to hear her daddy’s voice.

You never anticipated to fall in love with your husband all over again, but here you were. You looked upon the scene with pure adoration, and thanked the heavens that you had fallen in love…

“Others can desert you. Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there.” The gentle buzz in Izuku’s chest was lulling (B/N) easily, and she was soon asleep once more.

The male smiled at his daughter and carefully moved to place her in her crib. “Demons will charm you with a smile, for a while. But in time…” He brushed the (H/C) locks out of her face and gently stroked her cheek with his thumb.

Satisfied with her sleeping position, Izuku turned around and clicked the light off. With one final look at her, he smiled gratuitously.

“Nothing can harm you… not while I'm around.”

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[help-imanartistt]

GOING INSANE

so my brain keeps drawing genloss parallels to songs now so...

I could write an essay on both of these in full but I'll spare you for now...

THE MAIN CHARACTER - Will Wood

I can imagine a great little animatic to this hehee if only i could animate 😭

I imagine the person talking in the bridge is Hetch and then everything after the 'it's nothing new' line is Ranboo responding. Just this whole idea about loyalty and not breaking out of Showfall's grasp and the way that you can kinda connect the 'court fool' and 'the witches' to sneeg and charlie. Also the whole thing about 'doing what we need to to get through' implying that Hetch is also under some sort of control from the founder and also trying to belittle Ranboo for their decisions even though they weren't his own. Then the 'it's nothing new' line referring to the you guessed TIME LOOP. (I LOVE TIME LOOP SO MUCH ITS SO SILLY)

Leading back into the chorus. The creators not being seen as people gets called back to there 'So God forbid I'm seen just as an average human being'. This line also eludes to 'The Hero' like Ranboo being given a role and now they're expected to live up to what people think of them. Ranboo commenting on Hetch's two faced nature with the whole 'I mean imagine if antagonists lacked any evil scheme' bit and how he truly believed Hetch was going to save him. And you can kinda see the last line ('I'm the main character and you have to like me') as a way for Ranboo to justify all the pain he's gone through like "it would all be for nothing if they didn't like me" kinda thing.

COUNTING SHEEP - Crane Wives

I am not convinced this song was not written about genloss/j

This I imagine is the restarting of the time loop. with 'morning coming a day too soon' or thinking that you're dead and to quote the show that 'it wasn't supposed to be like this'. Back in the tiny room being the cabin.

I'll skip the chorus and get to the next verse for now...

The sunlight filtering in and Ranboo's dread of waking up has started to set in as it means that he is going to experience everything all over again. The sunlight could also be referring to the ending of ep 3 where he can see sunlight leaking in from outside but still chooses to ignore it. This could also imply that he was never fully broken out of Showfall's control until the end just so Showfall could get him to follow the story they needed. This leads into the cycle beginning again and the alarms ringing being his awareness that something is wrong and he will be stuck again forced through the same fate over and over. At this point I'd imagine that the mask has turned on meaning the something in them that is fast asleep is themselves and this fear of trying to break free sets in. I also imagine the 'it's a losing battle' line to be representative of Showfall almost mocking Ranboo as he struggles to grapple with reality (him yelling no as the mask turns on again in the first ep).

SO THE CHORUS

Having the wool pulled from your eyes is to see the truth. The mask in this case we can refer to as the wool. I'll let this kind person pn Genius to explain the whole sheep metaphor...

You see where I'm going here??

It's basically referring to how as soon as the mask has relinquished some amount of control and Ranboo is able to see how others are being controlled and deceived ergo eating their fill of sheep. I also really like the whole analogy of sheep because like the whole idea of those trapped in Showfall's control being unable to forge their own paths and make their own decisions. This also aligns with how the Showfall employees are just drones doing whatever the founder needs them to.

ANYWAY UHH THATS BEEN MY SECOND 600 WORD ANALYSIS HAVE FUN GUYS. (can you tell I'm an English student yet...)

[talesofargante]

The Guardian of Trollhunters Episode 8: Part 3 - Changeling Reveal

Pairing: Jim Lake Jr. x Liz Walker (OFC)

Episode Summary: Jim volunteers to babysit with Liz so they can find out whether Claire's little brother, Enrique, is a Changeling. While investigating, Liz discovers a new ability.

Words: 4.1k

Warning: literal cat food (if I miss any warnings, please lmk)

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"Since we lost our gaggletack, we need another one. Call Toby to see if he and AAARRRGGHH can get it," Liz instructed.

"Alright," Jim pulls out his phone and calls Toby, who answers, "What's up, Jimbo? Everything okay with Enrique?"

"I sort of just lost it," Jim replies, thinking of Enrique as anything but human.

"What do you mean you lost it?" As soon as Toby asked, Enrique vomited on himself and on the floor. Jim quickly backs away in shock and disgust. "No! What in the world?!"

"Oh, gosh. That's disgusting." Liz gagged slightly at the sight, carefully making her way closer to Enrique without stepping on the emesis on the floor and picking him up from the jumper. "Okay, someone's been playing around too much. Let's get you cleaned up, little padawan. Mind cleaning that up, Jim? I'll meet you upstairs."

Without waiting for a reply, Liz heads to the stairway and climbs to the second floor. She walks down the hallway to the nursery room, where she began cleaning up Enrique. Thankfully, she was familiar with taking care of him after learning from Claire while hanging out at her place.

After wiping Enrique down, Liz couldn't ignore the tingling sensation of magic coursing through her as she touched him. Without thinking and letting instinct takeover, she  glances behind her to ensure Jim wasn't there before tracing a pattern with her fingers to Enrique's chest as foreign words spill from her lips.

In an instant, silver light sparks from her fingers, encompassing Enrique's form, then the light fades to reveal a green changeling with red-yellow eyes and brown course, spiked hair on his head, and scruff. The creature snarled. "Eh?! What the – What did you do? How did you do that?"

"So it is true! You are a changeling," Liz said breathlessly, thinking back on all those times she sensed something off until her eyes widened in sudden realization – she could sense changelings! If she had been sensing changelings in disguise this whole time, there was one person she could think of who may also have been involved. "Tell me, where are the Killahead bridge and your master, Bular? Is Strickler working for him?"

"Tsk. I ain't telling you nothing, enchantress. They warned me about you – the Guardian with magic."

Before Liz could confront him any further, footsteps were heard down the hall. In a flash of crackling green light, the changeling transformed back into Enrique, though he was NotEnrique to Liz's knowledge.

Entering the nursery, Jim walks up to Liz, glancing down at Enrique, unaware that the creature's identity has already been exposed. "Toby and AAARRRGGHH are going to bring us another gaggletack. In the meantime, let's see if our little friend will share where he hid our gaggletack. Where did you hide it?"

Enrique giggles, pointing his tiny finger toward the bin by the crib before clapping his hands in glee. Liz couldn't help but glare at the baby. This little trickster is messing with us.

"You hid the horseshoe in the diaper bin, didn't you?" Jim asked. Enrique seemed to cheer as Jim slowly lifted the diaper bin cover. "Because you're just a normal baby, and that's what normal babies do."

"Really, Jim, I don't think he hid it there." Liz sweat-dropped at his action. Smelling the bin, Jim quickly closed it and plugged his nose. "Ooh, doggy! Oh, it is really packed."

"Wait–" Before she could stop him, Jim instantly opens the lid and without thinking twice, stuck his hand into the bin. Liz grimaced at his action, swallowing the down the urge to vomit. Meanwhile, Enrique rolled away from his crib without their notice. Jim searches the bin, finding nothing as his eyes move to the empty crib. He gasped, standing up and looking around the room. "Enrique? Enrique!"

Liz silently cursed herself for getting distracted and searched the room, though she knew that NotEnrique hadn't gone far. He cannot escape. Not without completing his assigned task – to spy on them and report their activity to Bular until the construction of Killahead Bridge is complete.

"You stay here, Liz. Just in case Enrique decides to show himself back here." Jim suggested before walking out into the hallway. "Enrique? Oh, Enrique?"

Glad to see Jim taking the lead on this one. Before she knows it, he will be the Trollhunter that everyone needs. Liz patiently waits inside the nursery, predicting that NotEnrique will set a trap for them both should they decide to search for him together. She could hear the sound of metal clattering from downstairs and footsteps running towards it. Then, there was a silence followed by a yelp.

"Jim!" Filled with worry, Liz moves towards the door when it suddenly bangs shut in her face. A burst of giggles greeted her from behind, pulling Liz's attention to the center of the room on the floor, where NotEnrique, in human disguise, playfully grinning at her.

"Liz?" Jim called out from outside in the hallway. Just when she turned around to call out for him, a sudden weight landed on her shoulders as a baby blue blanket wrapped around the bottom half of her face with the ends pulled from behind, silencing her.

Having enough of his games, Liz reaches behind her for NotEnrique, who leaps off her back and releases the blanket. She turns around, glaring at the creature. "That's it! Playtime is over, changeling."

"Aw, but I'm having so much fun." NotEnrique teases from the ceiling, blowing a raspberry at her. "Stop being such a party pooper."

Eyes narrowing, Liz waves her hand forward, ribbons of silver light shooting towards NotEnrique, ensnaring him in its grasp. "Hey! That's cheating!"

"If this was a game, you should know I always play to win," Liz said, her voice echoing with power and control that seems to have taken a hold over the changeling as she uses her magic to pull NotEnrique towards her. Within reach, she grabs him by the scruff and stares him in the eyes.

At that moment, Liz felt as though something was being tugged inside her. Like the ends of a tight bow being pulled and loosening as a slight wave of unbridled power course through her body and mind, shadowing her senses.

"By whatever means necessary," Liz finalized, unaware of the glowing ring of silver encompassing her turquoise irises, reflecting in his own, filled with fear.

"Y-yes! Okay, you win! Please don't hurt me, enchantress. I'll be good!"

"You have nothing to fear from me if only you answer my questions."

"Alright! I'll tell you! Strickler is working for Bular, and they're hiding the bridge in the –"

"Liz! Are you in there?" Jim calls out from down the hallway, interrupting NotEnrique's confession. Using it to his advantage, NotEnrique quickly transforms into his human form and starts crying loudly in Liz's arms. "Why you little –"

"You found him!" Toby exclaimed from behind Jim as they entered the nursery. Hep walked ahead of his friend towards Liz, his attention on the distressed baby. "Aw, there, there. Did the nasty Trollhunter-man and Guardian-lady scare you?"

"Oh, come here, come here, little baby boy. Don't worry. Don't cry. Shh. Come here. Yeah, yeah. Come here, come here." Toby grabbed the baby from Liz's arms and pressed the little one against him.

Jim watched with suspicion as the baby sucked on Toby's shoulder before lifting his head and spitting out to the Trollhunter. A large frown spread across his face, not believing the act. Quickly, his face changed from serious to happy. "Oh, hey, little guy!"

Instantly, Jim pulls out and holds up the gaggletack with a purposeful grin. Awkwardly, Enrique let out a deep grunt before sobbing hysterically, making Toby wince. "Hey, what are you doing? You're freaking him out."

"He is freaking me out! He made me stick my arm in a diaper bin!" Jim holds his hand up to his friend, who curiously sniffs it before retching away. Liz grimaced, taking a step back to a safer distance. "Made you? You did that all on your own, Jim."

Jim sent her an exasperated look. "Not helping, Liz."

"She's right. You're better than that." Toby turned his focus on the baby, soothing him. "Who's a little baby boy? You're a little baby boy. You're such a little baby."

"That's it. I've got to do this. It won't hurt him." As Jim advanced, NotEnrique began to cry again, trying to escape. "Hey! Stop-! Slow! Hey, can you not-?"

Toby gently shoved his friend back, who just kept coming back. "Dude, get away from him! You're scaring Enrique!"

NotEnrique had climbed onto Toby's head as Jim jumped at him, the three flipping in the room as Liz evades to the side, avoiding the tumble. Jim had landed upside down in the chair, but he quickly picked himself back up before tossing the horseshoe between his hands.

"All right, come to daddy, poopling!" Jim grunted before diving for them, but Toby jumped out of the way. Toby groaned as Enrique fussed in his hands, pulling to be free. Jim slowly walked towards them and held out the gaggletack. Luckily, but unfortunately for Enrique and Toby, the changeling kicked Toby in the face before falling. Still, the redhead had caught him, trapping him. Jim pressed the gaggletack against NotEnrique's head, and lightning shot out of the gaggletack, revealing the changeling. Toby screamed when he made eye contact with NotEnrique, dropping the creature back into the crib as Toby ran behind Jim and Liz.

"Oh, no, that is not Enrique!" Toby shrieked, shielding himself behind the champions. The Trollhunter stepped up to the crib as the blanket draped over the creature. Once Jim reached to the side of the crib, NotEnrique popped out from the covers with a slight growl.

"Stupid flesh thing!" NotEnrique snarled. As he jumped from the crib, Toby and Jim screamed. The changeling jumped onto the lamp before twisting around and knocking it over.

"Oh, no, that is not Enrique!" Toby once again pointed out.

"We know, Toby, but we can't let him escape!" Liz said before chasing after NotEnrique with the two boys close behind. Out in the hallway, the three teenagers ran across the hallway to the stairway, looking down the empty steps.

"Where'd it go?" Toby asked as Liz and Jim turned the corner.

"There!" Jim called out. NotEnrique's back faced them before turning around, revealing Claire's family cat with part of its tail and head sticking out from the miniature troll's large mouth.

"Put... the... kitten... down," Jim ordered as they advanced. Spitting out the kitten, NotEnrique threw it at Jim's face, who fell back with a yelp. NotEnrique jumped onto Toby, kicking him down as Liz managed to get the cat off of Jim. Nevertheless, Jim was pounced on by NotEnrique, making him groan as NotEnrique's clawed hands pressed, most likely around Jim's neck. "You're a real killjoy, just like your mate."

Leaping off, NotEnrique quickly evacuated the area as Toby panicked. "That is not Enrique!"

"We know!" Jim and Liz exclaimed at the same time, pulling out their amulets. They all ran after the changeling down the stairs.

"For the glory of Merlin, daylight is mine to command."

"By the power of the Arcane, magic is mine to command."

In a flash of blue and cyan light, Jim's and Liz's armors appeared as they ran down the stairs. The three chased after the creature who had managed to climb up on the living room arch before swinging off and kicking Toby and Jim to the floor as Liz stepped back to avoid getting knocked down behind them.

NotEnrique lets out a long laugh as he crawls upside down on the ceiling, Jim and Toby already on his trail. As NotEnrique jumped from the roof, the two friends dived for him, but they knocked into one another as the creature managed to miss the oncoming collision. In the process, Toby crushes Jim into the floor with a yelp. While NotEnrique blows a raspberry at the two boys, Liz comes up behind and tries to grab him. Still, he quickly evades her grasp by jumping between her legs and onto the office chair in the reading room. Picking themselves up from the floor, Jim and Toby stopped beside Liz as the changeling twisted the chair to face them, a bottle in one hand and an open magazine in the other. "Do you realize how good you guys have it here? It's a party compared to those troll-turds in the Darklands."

Toby shouted as he ran up to the troll and tipped the chair over. Jim decided to chase as NotEnrique laughed before jumping over the room with the Trollhunter after him. Toby had finally stood as an open magazine was clutched between his hands. A sexy girl had appeared on the cover, meaning the contents inside were probably un childlike as Toby calls out on NotEnrique. "No, hey! You're a very bad baby!"

Toby looked back into the magazine anyway and flipped the page. "My word!"

Before he could turn a page further, Liz quickly snatched the magazine from his hands and tossed it away. "Bad Toby! Stop getting distracted and help Jim!"

"Ah! Yes, ma'am!" Toby saluted with a blush, running to the kitchen and skidding behind the island as Jim held a sizeable circular pan over his head, the dish acting as a shield. At the same time, random objects were thrown at him.

"Where's the real Enrique, you filthy rugrat?" Jim shouted before diving behind the island counter as NotEnrique stood in the fridge, chucking food at him.

"As if I'd ever tell you!" NotEnrique spat, throwing harder objects that shattered on impact. As Liz takes refuge behind the counter with the boys, a cake platter falls beside Toby, the slice of cake landing on the floor perfectly.

"Ooh, cake!" Toby cooed as he picked up the slice. Jim peaked his head around the counter, his sword appearing through a cloud of blue smoke. He furrowed his eyebrows in concentration as NotEnrique threw a carton from the fridge. Quickly, Jim jumped out and sliced it with his blade, blue smoke emitting around him with scraps of carton paper.

"Don't make me use this." Jim threatened, hoping not to kill off his evidence.

"You can't touch me. I'm her baby brother. What do you suppose is gonna happen when they come home and see something's happened to their precious?" NotEnrique laughed. "I'm untouchable, baby."

Jim frowned at the statement, knowing he was right. Noticing a broom lying next to her, Liz had an idea, grabbing it and passing it to Toby, who nods and looks around the corner of the island, broom on hand.

"Jim, catch!" Toby yelled, tossing the broom to his friend, whose sword evaporated and was replaced by a normal household item with Jim smiling.

"Uh oh."Avoiding the broom, NotEnrique jumped on top of the fridge before hopping into the divide of the cupboards and kicking the fridge door into Jim's back. Jim let out a cry of pain before smacking the wall cupboard door where NotEnrique stood last. The changeling pulled himself into the cupboard with a laugh.

Quickly, Liz reached for the handle and pulled the small door open, only to find nothing except for cans and glass containers. Trying another cupboard, she opened it, finding her target buried under some more tin cans, growling. She yelped as the cans fell, feeling her arm getting grabbed and pulled backward onto the floor as Jim steps in front of her in time, protecting her head with his arms as his back gets hit by the falling objects and NotEnrique escapes.

Luckily, Toby had been prepared with a large pot and caught the changeling under its steel trap. Unfortunately, his joyous occasion was short-lived when NotEnrique's fist created large dents from the inside.

Toby let out a scream as the pot bounced around the kitchen, carrying Toby with it. As it bounced, Liz and Jim climbed out of the way, and the pot led Toby from the kitchen and right into Enrique's bouncing swing in the living room. The swing acted like a slingshot, sending the two back with screams, passing Liz and Jim, who watched with shock as Toby and NotEnrique crashed into the wall.

Suddenly, a ringtone sounded from Jim's armor. Turning his head, Jim felt the back of his armor, searching for his phone as Toby and Enrique fought in the background.

"That must be Claire. Good thing I taught you where to store your phone." Liz winked. Jim grinned, finding his phone and answering it. "Oh, hey, Claire! How's the concert?"

"Jim, my parents just called. They're coming back early. I'm leaving now." Jim listened to her panicked voice before his eyes grew wide in realization. Noticing his reaction, Liz steps up to him. "What's wrong, Jim?"

"The Nunez, they're on their way home," Jim said, letting his armor disintegrate back into his amulet with his mouth agape. Suddenly, a blast of loud music sounded, catching them by surprise. The two champions turned to see NotEnrique by the stereo.

"Who's there? What's that music?" Claire asked.

"Tell her how you were elbow-deep in me dookie-bin," NotEnrique said, turning up the music even louder and dancing.

"Are you...having a party?" Claire asked accusingly, sending Jim into panic mode as he dodged the random items thrown at him. "No! No, no party! Gotta go!"

He hung up the phone as Liz summoned a shield to protect herself and Jim from the projectiles. Toby comes up behind them, back in the action as NotEnrique continues throwing anything and everything he can get his hands on, random objects lying everywhere as though a tornado had torn through the kitchen.

Suddenly, a loud knock sounded from the back kitchen door, followed by the door falling and landing between Jim and Toby, who gasped in surprise. Outside the doorway stood AAARRRGGHH, his hand frozen in a knocking motion.

"Stupid, smelly trolls!" NotEnrique sneered from the island countertop, dropping the cans and backing up.

"Their door!" Jim groaned and pressed his hand to his forehead as Liz shook her head, fingers pinching between her furrowed eyebrows. "What did you guys do to their door?"

With a laugh, Blinky popped into view from the outside. "We... Uh, we're here to... help."

He picked up the door as Jim pouted.

"Well, I don't remember inviting these two to dinner!" NotEnrique spoke, causing them to all look as he hopped from the fridge to the freezer, where he grabbed a box and stood atop the refrigerator. "First course, frozen peas!"

"Don't make me climb up there, foul beast!" Blinky threatened. Toby had taken a chicken leg from the floor and bit into the meat before throwing it at NotEnrique, who ate it in one gulp.

"Whoa!" The changeling grunted before jumping from his taller pedestal to the ceiling lamp and loading his mouth with peas. Then he launched them like a machine gun at Blinky, who covered his eyes as he stumbled around. "My eyes, my eyes! Green balls of madness! They hurt very badly!"

All of them took cover. NotEnrique laughed before loading more into his mouth and shooting more.

"AAARRRGGHH, it's just like our video game. You with me, buddy?" Toby mentioned. AAARRRGHH came out from beneath the small plate that did no justice to protect the giant troll from the peas. He smiled, however. "Sushi."

"Yeah!" Toby smiled, giving his troll friend a high-five.

"Draw fire?" AAARRRGGHH suggested. Balling his fists, Toby stands up with a proud smile. "No, it's my turn."

He ran as NotEnrique continuously blasted him with peas and fell over. "Oh, it's hailing peas, and I hate peas! Oh, ooh, ow!"

On top of the ceiling lamp, NotEnrique continued with the peas, aiming them at Toby. Suddenly, a large fist belonging to AAARRRGGHH slammed the changeling into the ceiling. His fist retracted, causing the smaller creature to wheeze out as he fell off the lamp, his arms and legs stiff as he fell onto AAARRRGGHH's plate. Toby laughed with cheer as he joined his larger friend's side. "Way to go, wingman!"

"Boom, boom!" AAARRRGGHH added when they fist-bumped.

"Way to go, you two!" Liz smiled, clapping as she and Jim stepped up to them. Jim's expression turned serious.

"All right, enough! Where's the bridge?" He asked NotEnrique, who recovered and sat up on the plate with a grin.

"What bridge? London Bridge? I hear it's falling down," NotEnrique teased until AAARRRGGHH's hand crushed him. "Ow! Fleshbags... no sense of humor."

"We are not asking again. Where is the bridge?" Liz questioned this time. AAARRRGGHH continued to crush him, causing the small troll to groan. "Give me a break! I don't know anything. - It's me first day."

"Squeeze him till he pops!" Blinky said, stepping beside the two champions. The giant troll followed the order and pressed down further. The smaller troll's eyes bulged before he pushed the hand off him. "Okay, okay, okay! Can't blame a guy for looking out for himself. But you can't tell anyone I told you. I got a pretty sweet deal going here. If the bossman hears I squealed, he'll feed me to Bular."

"Bular's working with someone else?" Blinky questioned in concern.

"Who? Who is Bular working with?" Jim asked.

"Oh, er..." NotEnrique glances at all of them until his gaze stops on Liz, who subtly shakes her head, her turquoise eyes flickering with glistening silver. He clears his throat, looking away. "Forget I said anything."

Suddenly, a car pulling into the driveway drew everyone's eyes to the front of the house, where headlights appeared on the wall.

"Oh, no, someone's home!" Jim exclaimed, panic setting in once again.

"I suggest we make our egress," Blinky added, but AAARRRGGHH questioned the new word. "Egress?"

"It means to exit." Blinky grabbed the changeling, but Jim grabbed him by the smaller troll's legs, causing NotEnrique to yelp. "Whoa! I'm supposed to be babysitting it!"

Blinky pulled on NotEnrique's arm. "And I need the proof for Vendel!"

"And I need not be split in two." NotEnrique swats at them to let go.

"Enough! Jim's right. We were supposed to be babysitting. We'll bring the changeling to Vendel at another time." Liz said as Blinky reluctantly let go.

The front door unlocked.

"Okay, you have to go now," Liz muttered as NotEnrique continued to push out of Jim's grip, but the boy had a tight hold on him despite getting punched and kicked in the face.

"With haste," Blinky added. They left, AAARRRGGHH had trouble putting on the door, but they went in time. NotEnrique continued to struggle, but they froze as a voice spoke out. "Claire, we're home!"

It was Claire's father.

Not wasting another second, Liz waved her hand, muttering foreign words under her breath as cyan-colored mist swirled across the kitchen, replacing everything back to their original state before her armor dissipated. Meanwhile, Jim watched with his mouth agape in complete shock. Since when can Liz do magic?!

Hearing approaching footsteps. Jim pressed on NotEnrique, who transformed into his human form as Claire's parents walked into the kitchen. The parents gasped at seeing a random boy holding their child with Liz standing near him with a charming smile.

"Oh! Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Nunez."

"Liz? We didn't expect you to be here. Who is that, and where's Claire?" Mrs. Nunez asked, perking her eyebrow with suspicion. Before Liz could reply, Jim spoke up, chuckling nervously. "I'm Jim, the babysitter."

"In-training, he means." Liz corrected, remaining calm through the situation. "He goes to our school and wants to learn how to babysit, just in case he needs to earn some money on the side after school. As for Claire, she —"

Claire runs into the kitchen in panic before letting out the word, "Fudgeknuckle!"

Claire glances between her friends and her parents.

"Ah, Claire! We were explaining how you invited us over to teach Jim how to babysit. Did you find what you were looking for?" Liz nonchalantly asked as though Claire was with them the entire time. Mr. and Mrs. Nunez turned to their daughter for an answer.

"Uhh...yeah!" Claire smiled, understanding what Liz was trying to do. "I dropped my phone outside from upstairs while playing with Enrique and them in the nursery. Good thing it happened after you guys called."

Claire pulls out her phone from her skirt pocket, waving it. "Here, it is. Luckily, it didn't break."

"I'm glad." Liz smiled, nudging Jim to say something. "Ah, yeah! Good thing. You had us worried there."

Liz turned to NotEnrique, ruffling his hair, turquoise eyes gleaming in its original color as she grinned down at the baby, who cooed innocently in response.

"Well, it seems our playtime is over. Good game, Enrique. Hope to play with you again soon."

[End of Episode VIII - Adventures of Trollsitting]

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[thegeminisage]

ok i actually did forget to do my amiibo earlier but i'm doing them now and I GOT! THE FIERCE DIETY SWORD! what am i gonna do there's not enough room in my HOUSE for this........

im finally at the tingle islands and like...they added in the sound of wood creaking in the wind when you walk over these long narrow rickety bridges...thats so FUCKING GOOD was that there in botw???

kinda disappointed nothing else is here tho. no monsters or anything i saw like 2 guys

ok, i temporarily left the island to receive assistance with my KOROK SEEDS!!! that i couldn't get. thank you to CATHERINE<3 for helping me solve not one but TWO block puzzles that were defeating me

first one below hateno and second one over in that little area under zoras domain. so normal. like 3 turns of a block. i couldn't get them. tetris champion title revoked

and ALSO credit to cathy for finding a tiny alcove that i could not see from my bike. i flew all over that fucking place but it was so small i just missed it from the air. thats 3 seeds i never would have gotten w/o her. but also i told her how to do the cork puzzle

the thing is like none of this is online yet right...so it's just like, in 1986, when there was no internet and everybody played the original nes game. like you'd just trade the hints and tips yourself in the schoolyard or some shit, like if you knew where one thing was and your friend knew where the other thing was. we are literally partying like it's 1986. #problemsolving old skool vintage style. quite literally taking the series back to its rooots in every single way as intended

back to my islands...there is a chasm here which for some reason surprised me. like ofc there is lol

today's other tiny tragedy is: when my game first started i picked up this magic ruby rod from some enemy...i don't even remember how i got it, but i know it was nearly at the start of the game, bc i was finding korok seeds in central hyrule with it

and anyway i ONLY used it to start fires. and it's lasted me 135 hours but Now...badly damaged. i'm gonna be sad when it breaks

i can't keep it in my house. no room as we've established.

the weather here is so funny. there's a thunderstorm at the top of the islands, ONLY the very top. when i dip even slightly lower it turns into just cloudiness

well. chasm time.

ugh i dont see ANY lightroots...

ok, i checked my map (cheating!) and there are no lightroots in these little...holes. i'm on my own. i did see what treasure is here tho (cap of the wind!!) so i'm pressing forward >:(

(toon link is my only amiibo card that does not work lol)

i hate it here <3 the tunnels representing the bridges are so steep and narrow...

just had a horrifying thought. this place is suspiciously empty so i checked the map for gloom spawn. guess what i'm gonna have to go through to get my chest.

I DON'T WANNA

i'm gonna. god i wish i hadn't looked. every time i check for them i regret it

well. this is it.

i'll just. run up to the chest and open it and then fast travel out. i can do that. unless i have to fight phantom ganon for the chest...AUGH

i'm saving my game.

WOWWOWOW the only light in this entire system of holes is this cheerfully lit chest!! if i hadn't Known.........

in and out in and out i can do it i can do it oh fuck

OH FUCK THEY SPAWNED RIGHT WHEN I WAS ALMOST THERE I OPENED THE CHEST I GOT THE THING BUT AS SOON AS I HIT THE BUTTON

THEY'RE GONNA GET ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i LLLLITERALLY. fast traveled out. Fuck That

these are horrible islands. im never comign back

oh my god ive been putting gibdo bones on all ym swords bc of the high fusion power but they break after ONE HIT.......lame

ulria grotto my old foe...i fucking hate it here. i ALWAYS get lost or stuck and have to Climb

actually i have to go to bed now anyway so this is a problem for future me!!

[jojoblessed365]

Sneak Peek of “I Was Lonely (Until I Got Stuck With You)”

You asked and you shall receive... Here's a sneak peak of the next chapter of Jess and Rory's adventure... And it's epic!!!

Jess looks at the TV on the channel showing an Italian dubbed movie with the title of the movie shown in the corner- The Apartment. It was a black-and-white movie and seemingly, a comedy and unless you watched it before, you had no idea what’s going on? Unlike Home Alone where they watch It’s a Wonderful Life dubbed in another language, but they all know the HEA-style ending?

It was perfect.

Jess nods and Rory puts down the remote in reply. The dubbed Italian voice that replaces Jack Lemmon’s fills the room. He looked as if he’s having some sloppy dinner while watching TV. But it calls to mind one thing that Rory always craves for when watching a movie- snacks, junk food, sweets enough to give someone anaphylactic shock. Every part of her frenzied body begins to beg for those distractions as she watch. Distractions for her fingers. Distractions for her lips. Distractions for her stomach, so that maybe it would finally stop flipping.

“We should have made them feed us dessert,” Rory finds herself saying.

“Are you still hungry?”

She ventures a glance towards Jess and notes his surprise.

“I’m a Gilmore- we’re women with big appetites, faulty love lives and baby blue eyes and feminine wiles.”

“That should be your epitaph.” Jess remarks.

“At least it’ll be better than Ted Turner’s.”

Jess is silent and Rory tries to focus back on the movie, but after a few seconds the bed beneath her creaks.

Rory turns to see Jess on his feet. “What are you doing?”

“Oh!” He jerks his thumb toward the hallway, “I saw a vending machine, I can –”

“- Oh! You don't have to -”

He waves her off as he opens the door, “I saw something in the vending machine that you, um, that you have to try. I'll be right back.”

And like that... he’s gone.

Rory isn't sure how long she stares at the door in surprise, her jaw slack as she attempts to catch up. But once she does, the agonized giddiness inside of her becomes irrepressible.

“Ohmygod-” The whisper falls from her lips as her body collapses backward upon the bed. He had just run to get her treats?! It’s such a tiny kindness, and nothing to read into, but that doesn't stop her from doing it anyway. Her mind follows him down the hallway, her heart beating fast as she pictures him doing something as mundane as choosing buttons on a machine to get her snacks.

She groans, her hands streaking through her hair with a tense pull. In his absence, she could feel the physical toll that he is taking on her. She could feel the muscles in her face that are beginning to become sore from smiling, and the butterflies that are wreaking absolute demolition in her stomach. Her eyes slip shut but her smile remains stuck there, playing upon the hot rosy blush of her cheeks.

She lets out a frustrated whimper.

She really needs to pull it together.

The door creaks and in a flash, she snaps back up to sitting, once again smoothing out her dress so that it doesn't ride up her thighs. Jess shoulders the door open. In his hands there’s a small bundle of snacks. He smiles sheepishly and drops his bounty in the expanse of bed between their seats.

Chapter 3 coming soon! 😃

[et-cant-phone-home-no-signal]

hi! i haven't been on here in a hot minute! lots has happened since i actually posted instead of reblogged so if anyone is interested in a bit of a ramble stick around, otherwise, here's a cool pic i took in no man's sky yesterday 🙌 getting back into my star wars rot so playing this and republic commando is gonna be my personality for the foreseeable future

anyway! if you're still here, awesome thanks i'm literally just gonna ramble a bit!! lots has happened in the past year for me and honestly, i'm so tired. graduated university with a 2:1 theatre degree (finished last june but grad was last october) and had to say goodbye to all my uni friends which sucked. i live in buckfuck nowhere so i don't often get to see people because trains are super expensive :((( i got really stuck job searching for months, there's not a lot going on in my area and i don't have a car (or a full licence) so it makes thinks more difficult when most jobs are out of your walking/public transport range and/or not something you're trained in.

eventually i got a job at my local cake shop as front of house staff, which was great while it lasted, but they owe us 2 months of wages and made most of front of house redundant,,,, and then they went into liquidation, so they owe me a lot of money which i have no clue if i'll ever see. it's honestly super draining mentally!! i had so many plans and budgets going and it all went straight down the drain so i'm back to step 1 again :////

currently i'm prepping for another london trip this sunday (i'm an associate artist for my friends theatre company which is cool!) to do photography for our queer cabaret evening. that at least is a stable gig as i'm the official photographer, but it doesn't pay well (doesn't come close to covering my train tickets), which is to be expected of small time theatre, but it's still frustrating when it's all you've really got and it happens every couple of months.

on a brighter note, my mum and i are going to london next weekend to see spirited away in the theatre!! super excited for that as it's my favourite ghibli movie (and my first! had it on dvd since I was 5) and we're making a weekend out of it. we'll get in on friday, check into our hotel and peruse a museum or two, then saturday we have the performance followed by a reservation in a sushi restaurant (bougie for us, but mum insisted we have a treat since we never go out), and then back home on sunday :)

so yeah it's been really stressful this past year, and i feel very stuck both mentally and physically. i still live with my mum, which is fine because i love her, but i really would love my own place so i can actually fully relax and be independent. my room is also tiny and we ended up having to get me a high sleeper so my desk could fit, and the novelty wore off quick because i'm a tall almost 23 year old having to cram myself up into this bed made for 6 year olds, and i hit my head regularly on the ceiling 😭 all in all i feel drained and stuck, and the hopes i had of moving to brighton to live by myself or with friends has basically flown into the sunset. now we might be talking about moving elsewhere entirely, but i won't go into that as nothing is certain and i'm tired of false hope and promises.

if you made it this far, wow i hope i didn't depress you, here's my no man's sky character to cheer you up. she's modelled as much as possible after my mandalorian oc. i hope sincerely that you're doing well and that life isn't weighing you down too hard!! thanks for reading and i'll post some more soon, probably photography, both in game (red dead, witcher, no man's sky, and anything else i feel like sharing) and real life (performance photography and edits that i've already posted on my photography account on instagram with permission from the subjects).

have a great evening/morning/day!!

[writingphoenix]

Fighting the Blue

This is a continuation of this, which I kind of consider to be prologue of sorts. Jessie is the main character of this story. The next few chapters will have a "current day" portion with prison whump and flashbacks which will contain more of the actual story. Content warnings are in the tags.

I'll make a masterlist for this when I get a bit more written.

The First Meeting

Jessie knew she was in trouble as soon as her dad came through the door. To be fair, she didn’t think she’d be able to escape when she was attacked in her room and she probably wouldn’t have managed to fight off both her attackers but it was game over when he came in. Transport was her best chance to escape if she was subdued. Making the deal to submit during transport guaranteed her capture. At least she could secure her dad’s safety.

She sat alone in the cold dark cell. It was tiny, she could barely lie down and definitely couldn’t stand. She had been in there for hours, trying to keep warm. It was long past the time she would have eaten breakfast and probably lunch. Her tongue stuck to the top of her mouth and her head ached for even a sip of water. From what she knew of the Blue, this would be the best part of her captivity, before they started interrogation. She let her mind wander back to when this had all started a few months ago. 

She had driven herself to a park an hour away from home, enjoying her new-found freedom as a fully-fledged adult. In actuality, nothing about her freedoms had changed, but being eighteen finally felt good. She was exploring off the trail. That wasn’t unusual, there were plenty of lakes in the area that weren’t accessible by trail. 

Then she stumbled on a weapons cache under an overhang. Her heart sunk and she ran. If someone had seen her, she was dead. Drug dealers, weapons traders, anyone hiding that would want her dead. A woman appeared in front of her out of thin air, gun at the ready. Jessie froze, almost falling at her sudden stop.

“Stay behind me, be ready to lie flat on the ground or run if I say.” Jessie complied, too scared to say anything. She followed the woman for a good half mile. They weren’t heading towards the weapons cache or where Jessie was parked. 

“Down!” the woman hissed and Jessie dropped as a shot rang out. She heard it hit a tree just behind her. The woman fired back a few times. There was a shout, then silence. The woman left. Jessie waited, lying on the ground for another minute or two before the woman returned.

“It is safe. Let us continue.”

Jessie scrambled to her feet. She was too afraid to ask if the person who had shot at them was dead. She kept her eyes down as they walked further into the forest, afraid of what she might see if she looked around.

There was a grinding noise. Startled, she looked up to see the cliff wall in front of them opening. The woman went inside and Jessie followed. The woman typed something into a panel on the inside. The wall closed behind them. As soon as they were plunged into darkness, lights flickered on, illuminating a tunnel.

“We are safe here,” the woman said. “I am Morgan. I apologize for the haste and mystery but you were not safe.”

“What–what’s going on?” Jessie asked. The woman sighed.

“I am a Guardian. It is my job to protect the world from the Blue. They have been particularly active in this area for the past several weeks so I was monitoring them, trying to figure out what is going on. I watched you find their weapons and run, which was smart. You appeared unarmed, so I stepped in to help.”

Jessie could only stare at her. Guardian, Blue, weapons, this lady appearing out of nowhere. Morgan’s explanation only made things more confusing. 

“Do you know who the Guardians are?” Morgan asked. Jessie shook her head no.

“You really stumbled into this, didn’t you?” she said, beginning to walk down the tunnel.

“I was just out on a hike,” Jessie said, following Morgan. Her voice sounded so shaky.

“Well, a little late now. What you need to know is this: I am a part of a group of people who have special abilities. As a Guardian, I have sworn to protect the Earth from any who mean to harm it. Right now, that is the Blue. We don’t need to go into any more detail than that.”

The tunnel was long but eventually there were doors on the side. Morgan stopped at one and held up her hand to a scanner. The door slid open and Morgan led her in. It was like a small apartment. There was a small kitchen and Jessie could see a bedroom in the back.

“I need to deal with those weapons and some other items of business. Stay here and I will return shortly,” she said. Before Jessie could say anything, Morgan walked out and the door slid shut. Jessie realized with a sinking feeling that she was locked in.

Only a few hours later, Morgan returned. She looked rougher than she had before she left. Notably, Kiera noticed that her shirt and the knee of her pants were ripped and she had bandages. 

“You should be safe now. I can escort you back to your car before dark,” Morgan said. “Unfortunately, I suspect that this will not be our only time meeting but rest assured that I will do everything I can to keep you safe. However, you must keep what happened today a secret.”

Morgan gently grabbed her hand.

“I am going to transport you to your car. Which parking lot are you at?” she asked.

“The Fern Lake trailhead parking,” Jessie said.

“Perfect. Close your eyes and I will tell you when to open them,” Morgan said. Jessie did as she asked. She felt the cool air of the tunnel suddenly shift to the warm air outside.

“We are here, open your eyes,” Morgan said. They were at the nearly empty parking lot. 

“What the…” Jessie said, shocked.

“Perhaps one day I will teach you. It is a simple transport. Goodbye, Jessie,” Morgan said. Then before Jessie’s eyes, she disappeared.

[bbysamu]

HAIKYŪ BOYS WHEN YOU RANDOMLY FLASH HIM DURING AN ARGUMENT | pt. 2

featuring: husband!OIKAWA Toru, SUNA Rintaro, SAKUSA Kiyoomi, USHIJIMA Wakatoshi x f!reader

genre: tiktok

inspired by: this tiktok

⚠️ warning: suggestive! (minors pls dni)

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✗ OIKAWA Toru

You stuck your head into the living room, “Toru...”. Your petty husband turns up the volume of the TV as soon as he hears your voice. you knew Oikawa could be so petty after arguments, but its not like to him give you the cold shoulder for this long. you pout as your round the corner, standing in front of him as he avert your eyes, keeping his glued to the dancing screen in front. “Toru, baby, ‘m sorry...” he scoffs, “you didn’t seem so sorry when you called me an overdramatic man child four hours and thirteen minutes ago.”

you fight the smile on your lips, of course your husband had been carefully counting how long to give you the cold shoulder for. “is there anything I can do for you to forgive me?” “nothing.” he replies, not missing a beat. you grin, “oh really? nothing?” you taunt him as your fingers trail closer to the hem of your tank top, in one swift motion, pulling it upwards, revealing to him everything. “nothing,” he repeats, this time a lot quieter, all traces of defiance gone. “fine, maybe this will help me to forgive you” he says, pulling you in before muttering a “I hate how I'm so weak for you.”

✗ SUNA Rintaro

The room felt icy cold as you and Suna glare at each other. Both of you angry at the words that left each other’s mouth. What had started the argument, him forgetting to turn off the AC and you pestering him about it, quickly escalated into personal attacks. “if you could just shut up for one minute, please y/n, I can’t hear myself think over your annoying screaming.” “Rin, this isn’t screaming, this is communication.” “please, let’s just...you go to the room and I'll stay here and we’ll both cool off for a bit okay?” “fine.” you wasted no time in retreating to your shared bedroom. an hour later, the bed was starting to feel empty without the usual weight of your husband and on the other side of the house, Suna was starting to feel your absence without your usual music blasting in the kitchen.

“Rin?” you peeked into the kitchen and he looks up, about to apologize when you beat him to it. “I'm sorry Rin, I didn’t mean to pester you.” He grabs your hand, covering it up with his much bigger ones, “I’m sorry too, princess. I didn’t mean what I said. You could never annoy me.” You pull your hand back, watching his face of confusion turn into a little smirk as you lift your shirt over your head. “Oh? What’s this for?” “Just to make sure I’m 100% forgiven.” Suna laughs before walking towards you, “oh yeah, you’re 150% forgiven. Now my turn to earn your forgiveness.”

✗ SAKUSA Kiyoomi

“darling, look at me when I'm talking to you please.” you shake your head stubbornly, looking everywhere but at your husband. Sakusa sighs, it was the fourth time this week he’s caught you leaving the light on in the kitchen. “just...turn off the kitchen light please, you know how much this contributes to the electric bill? do I look like I'm made out of money to you?” you crack a tiny smile, which only led him to think you’re not taking him seriously.

“y/n, look at me,” he says, “please”, he adds. finally you do. you hate it when you argue with Sakusa, even if you are in the wrong. “don’t be mad at me.” Sakusa sighs again, “I’m not mad, I'm just asking you to try and remember.” he looks away, thinking of some idea, “what about sticking a post-it note on the switch, that way you’ll never for- what are you doing?” your smile tells him all that he needs to no. “no, babe, please we’re having a conversa-” it was too late, you’re flashing him and Sakusa forgot all about his brilliant ideas to get you to stop leaving the kitchen light on. “you know what? whatever, leave the light on, I’ll just play harder, ask for a salary raise. now come here.”

✗ USHIJIMA Wakatoshi

“Toshi?” you speak up softly and your husband only grunts in reply. this afternoon, you’d accidentally broken one of his favorite mugs as you were trying to reach for the cereal on the top shelf. he’s mad, not so much because of his mug, more so because he’s told you a billion times to ask him to help reach for things. “you could’ve accidentally gotten hurt” he grumbled as he quickly cleaned up the glass shards.

“Toshi, please don’t be mad at me anymore. I'll call you for help next time, I promise.” Ushijima looks down at your pinky waiting for his to seal the promise. He’s not usually one to say no to you, but this has happend one too many times. you’ve gotten off each time, but what happens if you accidentally fall down and break a bone trying to reach for something? as he was lost in thought, he failed to notice the way your shirt starts riding higher and higher, until they’re completely off. he looks up and just stares. the longer he stares, the more embarrassed you feel and the more confused he is. “what are you doing?” “flashing you? thought it’d alleviate your anger. you don’t like it?” Ushijima heart skips a beat at the way you smiled shyly at him. “no, who said I didn’t like it? I love it.”  

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[bucky-barnes-diaries]

The Office

Pairing; CEO+Dad’s Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary; You and Bucky fuck for the very first time in his office at the company’s building.

Word Count; 4574

Warnings; NSFW, 18+, Minors DNI, undefined age-gap, “cheating”, language, cursing, Sir!kink, dirty talk, pet names, slight degradation, hair pulling, oral (male receiving), face-fucking, spitting, fingering, teasing, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids.

Authors Note; I can’t get enough of CEO+DBF!Bucky so this will be the first of many fics like this! I hope people will like it and be interested in more! Jesus I need to bathe in holy water now. Hope you all enjoy <3

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Bucky had begun texting you while sitting in a meeting with your dad and some of the company's other employees. You weren't doing anything important, just at home reading a book, so you were more than happy to text back and forth with him. The meeting was relatively standard and straightforward, it wasn't too much of an importance, so it allowed Bucky to talk with you without feeling guilty while the rest of them sorted out the details. Once in a while, he would chime in with his views and opinions. The text messages were pretty innocent, to begin with. The standard “hello” and “what you are up to” was exchanged between the two of you before more of the dirtier stuff ensued.

You thought about it for a second before you sent him an answer. You and Bucky had started fucking around a few weeks ago. You had met him when your parents had friends and colleagues over for a grand party like they had most of the time. You had just moved back home after living on your own in another city for three years, so this was your first time seeing Bucky in person. You had heard a lot about him and seen pictures when he started working with your dad, and they had formed a tight friendship, but you had never met him in person. He was even more handsome than what the pictures could show when you got introduced to him, and you had started to take a liking to him instantly. He had done as well because not even a week after you met, you and he had started a relationship. To begin with, it was only fucking around, but as the weeks went by, you felt like there may be more to it; sparks were felt between the two of you. None of you had done anything about it yet, mainly because it wouldn’t be received well by the public, your family most likely would disapprove and because of his wife Natalie and her whole family.

Which you didn’t find wrong at all that he was “cheating” on her with you. They both hated each other’s guts and would more than anything like getting a divorce. Bucky had told you that she had cheated on him multiple times, and he had done as well with her, but they played the happy couple when they were out in public because of their families. They got married at a very young age because their families are rich and powerful and wanted their kids to get together, so they are now stuck in this toxic relationship together. But soon, you and Bucky would have to decide where the next step of the relationship would go. Would you continue to sneak around, or would you form a proper relationship and come out for the whole wide world? It was only a matter of time before you needed to decide.

You and he would primarily meet up on neutral grounds. In his car or a hotel but on a few occasions, you had fucked in his or your parent's house in your room. This would be the first time you had done it where he worked; you assumed it would be in his office. It would be risky, but the thought about him taking you hard against every surface had your thighs clenching in need of him.

A soft whimper escaped your parted lips at his promise to fuck your brains out. He was never afraid to be direct with you about his needs and feelings. He always meant what he said, and that was one of your favorite things about him. You could always trust that he would be true to his words.

It would take you about 30 minutes to get over there, so you needed to leave right now. You did a quick freshen up before you called a taxi to get you over to the company’s building. Being in the car gave you time to think this through. You weren't sure how you and he would pull this off. Everyone would see if you entered his office and then wonder what was taking so long and what in the hell you guys were doing in there. In their eyes, you and Bucky weren't even friends. You barely spoke with one another when other people were around, as not to raise any suspicion. For them, you were the boss's daughter while Bucky was his partner, and nothing was going on between you two; besides, Bucky had his “loving” wife, Natalie.

The building stood tall as you arrived. Clouds were teasing rain, and it was a bit cold. The skirt you were wearing made your body chilly, but you kept it on for Bucky's sake. You looked up at the structure before you went through the main entrance. The security guards and the workers at the reception greeted you as everyone was well aware of who you were. You all greeted them with a smile as you walked towards the elevators. Entering the elevator, you became impatient as it took its time to travel up the floors to the main offices in the building. Your legs were uneasy as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. A thin layer of sweat formed on your hairline as you came up with scenarios with how you and Bucky could get caught. You shook your head, trying to get those thoughts down. You trusted Bucky, and besides, this was something you wanted to try out.

When you arrived at the floor, and the door slid open, you saw your dad, Bucky, and some of the employees coming out of one of the conference rooms. The meeting must have just finished. As you walked over, you tried to put on a smile to mask your nervousness. None of them had seen you yet, except for Bucky. He had you in his sight out of the corner of his eye, a slight smirk on his face as he saw you strutting over. You came to stand between him and your dad.

Bucky couldn’t have been more subtle with staring you up and down; your dad was standing right there after all. His tongue darting out between his lips to wet them, clearly having an image on his head about you bent over at his mercy.

“Hi, dad! Mr. Barnes, it's nice to see you again.”

Bucky gave you a simple nod of his head, acting like he isn't just about to have his way with you in his office with your dad not having a clue about what a whore his sweet and innocent daughter is, “pleasure seeing you again.”

“Sweetheart,” your dad gave you a one-arm hug as he had a smile on his face at his daughter visiting him at work, “what are you doing here?”

“I was in the area and thought I could drop by before moving on with my day.”

“Aw, honey. I wish I could spend some time with you, but we have a meeting again in 30 minutes.”

“It's alright, dad. I'm on my way out again anyways. Have some errands to run,” you lied.

“Excuse me, sweetheart.” He turned to say something to the others. While everyone had their attention on your dad, you turned slightly towards Bucky to give him a “chill out” look. The outfit you were wearing had him on edge and excited to have you in his office as soon as possible. Since the crowd was paying attention to your dad, it allowed Bucky to give you some instructions. He leaned in a little closer to you, but not too close in case someone saw.

“Here,” he slipped you his card, the card for the private elevator he had that went from the parking lot and up to his office, “take the elevator. No one is going to see you. Also, I want you to have your panties off before you come upstairs. You got it?”

You swallowed down the lump in your throat. Your body felt hot and warm. The palms of your hands had a thin layer of sweat on them as you took the card from him. Your heart was hammering against your chest. This was really about to happen.

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Like clockwork, your dad turned around towards you again just as Bucky leaned away from your body. “Well, I'll see you when I get home later, sweetheart.” He went to hug you again, and you returned the action.

“Bye, dad. Bye, Mr. Barnes, I'll see you around.”

Everyone said their goodbyes to you before you left. You went out of the building and around it to where the cars went down into the parking lot. Once down there, you made sure that no one was around to see you before you scanned the card for the elevator. The journey up to his office gave you the opportunity to take your panties off. You held them in your hand as you almost bounced up and down in fear and excitement for what was in store for you when you reached his floor.

When the elevator reached the office, and the doors opened, you saw that Bucky was waiting for you, his back facing you. He was staring out the big windows that decorated almost his entire office room.

“Did you take your panties off as I told you to do?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

He turned around so he could be met with you. His tongue wetting his lips as he beckoned with his finger for you to come over to him, “get over here now.” Not even thinking for another second, you were quick to stand by his side by the window, waiting for further instructions he had to give you.

“Give them to me,” the palm of his hand was held out for you to hand them over to him. With shaking hands, you handed them over, and he opened his suit jacket to put them in the inside pocket so he could keep a hold of them.

“Is someone going to come in?”

“Shh,” his hand came to caress the side of your face—his thumb stroking your cheek. The simple action had you relax a tiny bit. “Don't worry. I locked the door, and besides, I told them not to disturb me. Do you trust me?”

“I do, Bucky. With my life.”

“Well then,” his finger pointed down to the floor, and you knew immediately what he was getting at, “get down on your knees for me.”

In front of the window of all things?! For everyone to see? But frankly, you didn't care. Let them see it all. You would give them all a good show. Besides, they wouldn't be able to know that it's you because the next building over was some distance away. All you cared about was to have his dick in your mouth right now and nothing else.

Like second nature, you quickly sank on your knees where you had spent more than once worshiping his cock, and this wouldn't be the last one either. He looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire at you being so easily submissive to him. His tongue peeked out from his mouth at you on your knees for him.

His thumb traced your lips as his other hand was palming the bulge in his pants. You granted him access into your mouth as you sucked and swirled your tongue on his digit.

“I can't wait to have your lips wrapped around me, kitten. Do you want me to fuck your mouth?”

You nodded your head and released his thumb from your mouth, “please, Bucky, I want it so bad.”

Your eyes followed his hands, your lips parted, as he undid his belt and pulled down his suit pants along with his underwear. Coming face to face with his dick, ready to be sucked by you. You wrapped your hand around his shaft and looked up at him through your lashes, waiting so that he could give your permission at proceeding, knowing how much he loved it when you waited for him to provide you with a green light.

“Suck it, baby girl.”

You opened your mouth to swirl your tongue around his head before you wrapped your lips around him so you could suck on his mushroom tip, your tongue teasing him. You could see that he was becoming impatient, so you engulfed him halfway through while massaging his balls in your hand. The action had his hand fist in your hair, making a gasp being sounded against him by you, as an exhale of satisfaction escaped him.

He needed more, so with the help of his hand in your hair, he pushed his dick further into your mouth till the tip of him reached the back of your throat, making you gag around him. The vibrations from your mouth had him shiver all over. Your eyes were watering as saliva started coming out the side of your mouth. Looking directly up into his eyes as you took whatever was left of him the best you could and bobbed your head on him, watching as his eyes struggled to stay open to watch how good you were taking him down your throat.

“F-fuck. That's so good, baby. You love sucking my cock don't you, pretty girl, hm? Such a good girl for me, aren't you?”

His dirty talk turned you on, and all you wanted to do was touch yourself at his words. You released him from your hold. Saliva was hanging from your mouth, and his dick was glistening all in it. Your hand jerked him off so you could answer his question, your voice almost like honey as you spoke. The wetness from you made it easy to glide your hand effortlessly on him.

“Yes, Sir.”

A deep groan was sounded from within his chest at the nickname he loved to be called by you. You on your knees so pretty and messy for him had his dick twitch in your grasp.

“Good, baby. Look at you. Such a beautiful mess for me, kitten.”

“Only for you, Sir.”

His head leaned back some as you took him in your mouth again. Your mouth is an expert at taking the whole of him. “Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Do you want me to cum in your mouth, baby girl?” He asked while slowly thrusting his length in and out of it. All you could do was moan, letting him know that you wanted to taste him.

He picked up his speed and fucked your mouth, making you gag around him each time his tip tickled the back of your throat, and you loved every second of it. His hands came at the side of your face so he could hold you steady as he used your warm and wet hole as he pleased. The sloppy sounds of your mouth, your gags, and moans around him only enticed him even more to reach his end.

His thrusts became uneven, and not a second later, he came deep in your throat. Sounds of pleasure dissolved in the office space as your mouth took all that he had to offer. You swallowed around him, milking him for all that he was worth, as you moaned at his delicious taste. You didn't pull away from him until he had spilled every drop in you.

“Show me your mouth.”

Pulling away from him, you opened it to show him all of the cum. He learned down till his face was inches from you and proceeded to spit in your opening. The action had your desperate clit pulsating.

“Can you swallow all of that for me?”

Closing your mouth, you swallowed all of him, his cum and spit, and opened up once more to show him what a good girl you had been at drinking all that he gave you. His hand was petting your hair as a sign of appreciation for you being so amazing for him.

“Such a dirty girl. Was that good? You love the taste of me, don't you, doll?”

“Mhm, yes,” you responded while licking your lips. Your hand was jerking him off again as you couldn't get enough of the feel of him. Your words and actions had him lean back some.

“You've been such a good girl, and I want to give you a treat. Do you want it?”

His words went directly to your tingling clit, and you needed to push your thighs together to get some form of friction down there.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Get on all fours on the couch, with your ass facing the desk.”

You got up and walked over the few meters to the couch, taking off your skirt and sweater until you were only in your bra, and then got in the position as he had wanted from you. He went over to his desk to have a better view of you—leaning on it as his hands held the edge of it. You supported yourself on your elbows as you pushed your ass up and out, earning a groan from Bucky.

“Like this?”

“Just like that. Now touch yourself for me.”

Pushing two of your fingers inside your mouth to get them wet before your hand went underneath you to circle your aching and needy clit, letting out a sigh of relief at being able to feel something finally. You pushed the two fingers inside of you, letting out a low moan and they stretched and penetrated your tightness, closing your legs some at the feeling. It was nothing like Bucky's fingers or dick, but it would have to do for now. You started to move them in and out of your tight pussy, going at a slow pace, to begin with.

Bucky hadn't said anything yet, so he must be enjoying the show you were putting on for him. He let out a moan just as you turned your head to find him pumping his shaft while watching you intensely as you pleasured yourself. Your teeth captured your bottom lip at the sight of him.

“Fuck, kitten.”

You pulled your fingers out and started circling your clit again, whimpering as you were close to your orgasm. The two of you held eye contact as you watched each other.

“So good, Bucky.”

“You're such a good girl, baby. Showing me how you touch yourself. Is this how you look when you're in your room late at night? Touching yourself like this while thinking of me?”

“Mhm, yes.” His words made your fingers move rapidly into your tightness again, wanting to get to that sweet release you were craving desperately.

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum; please can I cum, Sir?” You pleaded, needing to get some form of relief. Tears were teasing to spill out of your eyes if you didn't get your way soon.

“No! Stop!” He didn't want you to cum just yet. Whining at his words but complying anyway, you knew you needed to listen to him, so you brought your fingers out of your hole and into your mouth to suck your juices off. You tried as best as possible to hold eye contact with him as you sucked and swirled your tongue around your digits, moaning at your own taste, as you swayed your ass from side to side for him.

“Fuck me, Sir, please.” He didn't hesitate for one second in getting behind your bent-down form at the speed of lightning. One of his hands caressed and grabbed one of your ass cheeks before it landed on your hip to hold a tight grip on it while the other held his shaft as he teased your fold with the tip of him.

“Please, Bucky, don't tease.”

“I'll give you what you want, doll.”

He slowly pushed himself in your warmth, wanting you to feel all of him. The feeling of fullness almost had you cumming right then and there. He filled you up to the brim, wanting you to feel all that he had to give, and you weren't one bit disappointed. He pulled out till only his tip was inside you before he slowly pushed himself into you again, doing this a few times to get you familiar with the feeling. He just wanted to cum right then and there at the tightness of your walls clenching around his throbbing dick.

“Bucky, please go faster. Fuck me, please,” you whimpered out, wanting him to fuck you completely senseless.

His thrusts were hard and fast as he fucked you into the couch, hips slapping against your backside, making you jolt forwards with each move of him. Your mouth hung open as silent screams came out of it.

“This pussy feels so incredible. Fuck, so tight.”

His hands held your sides while his fingernails dug in your skin, creating dents. He moaned out as he watched his dick disappear into your hole with every move of his hips. Your head was buzzing, and your face was buried deep in the cushions at the intense pleasure Bucky was giving you. “Oh god, please don't stop, babe,” you pleaded of him.

Bucky took a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back, making your back arch. You bit your lip at his rough and dominants actions. The hand in your hair and his abusive thrusts was too much and so intense, but you loved it to the fullest. Tears came out of your eyes as he was taking you so good from behind.

“You like this? Don't you, baby? You like when I fuck your tight and pretty pussy?” Take what belongs to me? Hm? Letting me fuck you like a whore while your dad is just down the hall?”

Your head was foggy from the incredible fucking he was giving you. The lack of answer from you had him unsatisfied, so he smacked your ass cheek hard, making you squeal out at the pain.

“Answer me!”

“Y-yes… I love your cock fucking my tight little pussy. Please don't stop, baby.”

“Such a good whore for me. I'm not gonna stop, kitten, I promise.”

The thought that your dad and everyone else that worked in the building was just out the door, not having a clue as to what was going on in Buckys office, was so intoxicating—not knowing that Bucky was having at it with the boss's daughter.

You turned your head, at the best of your abilities, to look at him. His eyes were shut tight, and his face in pure concentration as he moved his body against yours. He met your gaze, both of you looking at each other as you neared your orgasm. One of your hands grabbed onto his forearm that had a tight grip on your hip. His other went underneath you to play and tease your clit.

“Please, Bucky, I need to cum. I need you to fill me up, please.” The pathetic pleas for him to fill up your pussy was what brought forward his release and made him finish deep inside of you.

His seed filling you up was what brought forth your own release. The way your walls became tighter around him had his hips snap rapidly against you as he gave you all of his cum. Moans and soft whimpers on a loop by the both of you as the pleasure overtook all your senses. Bucky thrust through both of your orgasms, not stopping until you were both satisfied.

Your face was in the cushions as you tried to slow down your breathing. Bucky caressed your sides and peppered kisses all over your lower back. Praises being given to you for being such a good girl to him.

“You're so good to me, beautiful.”

He pulled out of your hole. The two of you hissing out as you both felt overly sensitive. Bucky helped to clean both of you up with a few wipes he kept on his desk. He made sure you were ok before he went over to the windows to grab his underwear and pants, pulling them on where he stood.

You put your skirt and sweater on and fixed yourself up as you sat and watched him get ready. God, he looked so handsome that it had your stomach burst out in butterflies. Now all you wanted was for him to hoist you up on his desk and take you hard against it. But you saw him have a look at his watch, his eyebrows furrowed together.

“The meetings in five.”

He came over to you just as you were getting up. You hissed out as your body felt sore and spent up, but good regardless.

“Are you ok? Did I do too much?”

That was Bucky for you. Always worried that he had gone overboard, but you always reassured him that you had enjoyed yourself.

His hands came to rest at the side of your face, looking you up and down to make sure you were all good. Your own hands went over his ones.

“Hey, I'm alright. Just a little sore, but you know I loved it, and I can handle it, Bucky.”

“I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“I'm all good, babe, I swear.”

You took his face in your hands now as his ones traveled down to the small of your back so he could pull you flush against his body. His face leaned down some so he could capture your lips with his, giving you one of his sweetest kisses. His face moved down to suck and lick at the side of your neck in the most loving way.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” he reached into the pocket of his jacket to retrieve your panties, ”I believe these belong to you.” That cocky smile of his decorated his face as the panties dangled from his finger. Right. You had almost forgotten about those. “Thanks.” You took them and slid them up your legs.

“I wish you could stay longer. There are more surfaces in this office I would love to take you against.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he held you close. You would love nothing more than to stay here and let him have his way with you, but you knew that he needed to attend the meeting because if not, people would come knocking on his door, wondering where he is.

“I know, me too, but you know my dad is going to come knocking on the door and wonder where you are if you don't show up.”

“Yeah, I know. C'mon, I'll walk you out,”

He followed you to the elevator so he could say goodbye to you. A kiss and a hug were shared amongst you before the elevator dinged that it had arrived.

“We can meet later tonight if you want? Natalie is going out; God knows where, so we can stay at my place this time.” He asked you. “Whatever you want, just let me know, ok?” “I would like that, Bucky. I’ll let you know when.”

You stepped inside of it and pressed the button to go down. A smile on both of your faces as you gazed at each other the few seconds you had before the doors slid shut.

“I’ll miss you, doll.”

“I'll miss you more, Sir.”

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