#but we gonna focus on outlining for the next couple of days...

[fanboyzuko]

not only did I finish kyoshi island chapters today, I also banged out omashu chapter. I've written 10k what the actuuualll fuck ahahaha. yknow i was beating myself up a little bit a few weeks back for not writing much over my spring break and well, golden week sure is making up for that!!!!!

the current status of it wet in place of a snippet today >3

[gretavanmoon]

an omnipresent force•

hey friends, so in recent days I've realized that Tumblr is nothing but an open place to dump our wild, running thoughts, right? a place to express our art and let creativity flow in its rawest form, whether or not the work is unfinished or tied up with a big red bow. my docs is littered with unfinished ideas and half-written junk, and they're just sitting there. why? they're collecting dust, and I don't like dust.

ive consulted with my nearest and dearests on if this thought process is wack or not, and they don't think it's TOO wack, I hope. but anyways, here's a little preview of something I started a long time ago. It's got a couple chapters complete, a couple outlined, but it has no end in sight. and I don't really care. I wanna share it, because I love it, and completing multi-book works is a feat I'm familiar with from writing the Vigilance & Valor worlds, and without @gretavangroupie encouraging me to write like the wind, those things would STILL be sitting in our docs COLLECTING DUST (with absolutely no fault to her stamina, but by fault of mine lol)

so I'm gonna post this, it's messy and unfinished and kind of unedited, because who cares? we read for indulgence and escapism, and we write for the same reasons.

maybe I'll finish this one day, maybe I won't. nevertheless, enjoy it my loves ;)

also ily so much @builtbybrokenbells & @farfromthehomelands for the encouragements

Warnings: Mentions of Death & Dying, Pain, Loss, Crying

•

“Do you remember it, Y/N? Do you? Are all of your memories still alive? Do not ever let your mind be one to settle, my love. You know that. That is essential.”

His voice is strangled and pained as he tries to speak quietly in the shadows that have fallen across the large room, pushing his words out with haste as his eyes scan behind me. Waiting, anticipating someone to come unnoticed into the room with us. I take sight of his rigid and shaking body laid out across the cot, the white sheet wrapped around his freezing self.

"What did they give you, Paps? What did they drop into your eyes?" I beg. His pupils are dilated and the whites of them are now a deep red, swollen and blotchy as he struggles to focus in on me.

"My memories, my love... they've tried to take them. But the rash, it's taking me faster..." he moans.

His calloused hands desperately grab at mine, the beds of his fingernails torn and caked with dirt. “Promise me you’ll never forget… the things we thought we’d have forever are long gone, now, and we’re never getting them back. Keep your memories, Y/N, think about everything that you can, often. Speak them, share them- but only when you know you’re surrounded by those you can trust. Otherwise, keep them within yourself, and use them to keep going. Keep pushing through to the next sunrise…” His wrinkled and bruised palm then rests gently across my chest as it heaves with sorrow and exhaustion. I can’t stop this… There’s nothing more I can do for him…

“I won’t, I won’t ever forget…” My promise feels futile in the moment as I croak the words out, but I know that I will take charge of myself and bring it to fruition when the time is right. When I don’t feel as though I’m going to drown in my own tears as they feel like puddles around me. When my chest isn’t weighed down with the guilt of leaving him behind without a proper burial. When my body isn’t begging me to run as fast as I can. 

I squeeze his hand. 

“We’ve never seen times this dark, my love, and I fear that you will be the one to see them even darker. But don’t fret, darkness is only the absence of light. And where there is light, there is love. Never let yourself forget.” A quick and tight smile ghosts my lips as I remember his favorite song. “The photos, the books, the songs… sing them all the time. Keep the melodies alive, and don’t ever let yourself forget the words.”

His fingers drift down the line of ink that paints my forearm, each tattoo a memory of times that we will never get back, sounds that we will never hear again unless we sing them out loud, hoping that our memories serve us right. His sullen eyes snap to me again as we both hear a crash in the room behind us. I rip my sleeve back down to cover my arm. Nothing to show my identity.

My body urges itself to prepare to run, and though he knows that I must, he pulls me back down to speak to me again, his voice still hushed and dry as his body wracks with pain.

“Remember when you were a child, no bigger than a grasshopper, and I’d sit you on my knee, teaching you how to put the needle on the record so you’d always have the ability? And how we’d sing the songs together, and I’d play the melodies on the piano… you’d dance, oh my love, you’d dance!”

“I remember, of course I do!” I cry through a weakened smile, the memory of standing on his feet as he twirled me across the firelit living room now feeling like it was a thousand years ago. 

“Never cease your movements, my sweet.” His eyes scan behind us again, his weak hands squeezing mine in return. “Move until your muscles are sore, move until your feet are tough and hardened. Keep your body in good health, because in turn your mind will act along with it. Remember the trees, remember the clouds. The grass, the streams, the way the air smells before a rain, keep it all…memorize it. Categorize, record, and repeat. Your grandmother’s recipes, they’re still in the book. Her plant descriptions, her foraging tools, her gardening plans… study them, Y/N. Memorize. I’ve taught you well, we all have, you must seek and find what’s on the other side of this, my love. You’re prepared, it’s up to you. Find your clan, sweetheart. This isn’t the end. Many have forgotten what the emotion feels like, by now. But you know what love is. Track it down, and hold onto it with everything you’ve got left. Do you hear me? Love, honey. There are more of us. The good ones, they're still left. Find them. Find them!”

I nod harshly as the noise behind us crashes again, likely pulling down my makeshift barrier of tables and chairs. His breathing is weakened, and his chest rattles with a sound no man should ever make.

“They can take our things, but they can’t take our memories. Ever.” He taps the side of his temple with one finger. He knows just as well as I do that they can take our memories, and they have. They've already begun to take his. But his immunity to their drugs and schemes still proves itself strong, just like mine does.

“Share them, please… pass them along, and remember the memories that others share with you, too. You’ve always had the biggest heart of all of us, don’t try and argue with me. You’ve got more wit in your little finger than we all had from our heads to our toes. And any of us would have willingly admitted that, my sweet. Go- get out of here, while you still can. Remember my words, my love. Our history can’t be unwritten if you keep it here, in your heart.” His frail, bruised fingers tap my chest again as if to remind me where my heart sits, still beating with strength as his struggles to pump his blood supply. “Run, love, go! And don’t even think about turning back for me. I’ll have taken my last breath before you even cross the threshold. 

I love you, you love me.”

As I bring his hands up to my trembling lips, I feel the coldness of them like I’ve never felt before, as if they had been sitting in a bowl of ice water. The sound behind me crashes again, this time louder, and I know they are getting closer to us, now. I kiss his digits and smooth his silver hair back, whispering out a choked ‘I love you back’ before I turn and let my feet carry me toward the light peeking from under the towering double metal doors.

I hear his voice in the distance, crackled but still just as powerful as the man that made it.

“Remember, your memories are your own. Go and find the good ones, Y/N! Find them!"

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[zanyzendraws]

JULY 22 2024 ZENLOG: First Time's the Charm!

Hihi everyone! Welcome to my first ZenLog! Er, first official one! If the layout's a bit rough, apologies! We'll learn as we go along.

This one's a bit of a doozy so here's a neatly color coded table of contents! Depending on what you wanna read, please look for the following colors as you scroll! (Unless you wish to read the whole thing -- in that case, be my guest!)

CONTENTS OF THE ZENLOG

PERSONAL UPDATES

PROJECTS

WHAT TO EXPECT

BEFORE I GO...

With that being said, click "keep reading" to read all of this!

PERSONAL UPDATES

So, unfortunately, I got sick. It's really funny because I didn't feel anything at first, so I didn't think of it.

Turns out that compared to the rest of my family members, I had the most swollen throat out of all of them. I didn't feel anything for a couple of days, so I luckily managed to get some stuff done.

Unfortunately, the symptoms somehow worsened despite taking the antibiotics and mouthwash-gargle thingy. It's hard for me to speak, and I get tired hella easily. Which is inconvenient.

As a result, I've been cooking significantly less, RIP.

I mean, I've managed to cook. Just not as much as I wish I did.

On another note, here are some pics of food that I've been eating...

Salivate!

PROJECTS

There have been multiple projects I've been working on left and right due to my brain being unable to focus on just one. These will be blunt lists of what I've accomplished (accomplishments are in pink).

Hanashima's Advanced Class

Ongoing interviews with discord mutuals and contacts are being conducted to ensure the accuracy of certain scenes. I'm aiming for approx. 15 at least to be included alongside findings from online research. 2/15 have been completed).

Working on character sheets regarding character writing to ensure consistency in the work and I've finalized names for characters I've previously struggled in naming.

Working on bits and pieces of the actual document where the full story is being written. A scene for later down the line has been completed.

[Unnamed WIP Psychological Horror]

Concepts have been written down so I know what I visually want, alongside some sketches of character designs being completed.

I have a rough idea of what I want and the routes I wish to take but I still need to work on an outline- other than that, I have a list of all important characters. More will be added later down the line but they will be minor at best, irrelevant otherwise.

[WIP audio project]

Lists of characters have been completed.

Three characters excluding the main cast (who I plan to redesign) have been drawn in my sketchbook (uncolored but I have a rough idea of what the color selections will be in my noggin).

MISC.

A short comic strip has been completed.

Another comic strip has been in the works; the inking process is completed, though it is yet to be colored and shaded.

Lineart for an animation asset has been completed.

Songs have been compiled and edited for a music-based video.

WHAT TO EXPECT

More updates on said comic scripts and Hanashima's Advanced Class.

Upcoming animation involving a character I've previously shared on this blog.

Playlist video based off of characters I've previously posted about on my channel.

I really wish to focus on Hanashima's Advanced Class so I'll do my best to further buckle down and write, and hopefully I'll message some more of my discord mutuals for the needed interviews (as this interview is for one of the first scenes in the series). Expect a word or page count regarding the writing I've done for the series next time, if not a list of how many scenes or 'episodes' i've written.

I'm reluctant to post about the psychological horror project that's been on my mind admittedly. I don't wish to give too much away (and at the moment, I have no way of coding it... or any coding knowledge).

BEFORE I GO...

I'm gonna do my best to update weekly while I'm on this gap semester, and even once I start going back to college/university/wherever I get my education!

And I'll be fully honest: I hype up these projects from excitement but the reality is that me making them is hella slow despite my attempts to be efficient. So it'll probably be a while before I release anything.

But I hope you guys will have some fun in reading these ZenLogs and will stick along for the journey! If you're not interested, that's okay too! Just enjoy your time on the internet and come back soon!

Take care! <333

-ZanyZenDraws (Zen)

[siri-ike]

Authers note: This is a long fic, so prepare yourself... emotionally. Also, there is so much text before you even get to the prompt. Ever heard of a ficlet? Neither have I.

"Took you guys long enough"

Leo had come up with a thousand puns and oneliners for when he'd eventually get rescued, but now he couldn't remember a single one. One was something about catching them at the next alien invasion, or maybe it was... hold on

"Eww, are we on Staten Island?!"

Is this real? It's real this time! He never would have fantasized about being rescued to Staten Island. It's barely an improvement over the prison dimension. He'd imagined being rescued into the 1984 red carpet showing of Crouching Shrimp Hidden Tiger Prawn or that Cute waiter from Quesos riding in shirtless on a unicorn and then they would, heh, um, never mind. Leo's pointy head starts to hurt, letting him know he'd been crying. When did he start crying? When did Raph pick him up? Whose van is this?

"Leonardo. Leo, are you awake?"

Can't tell whose voice it is. How long does it take to forget a voice?

"Leo look at me. You need to stay awake."

That one's Donnie, no doubt about it. His face is just like it was in the photo, rectangular and blurry and real, he's right here in front of him. Leo manages to hold out a hand which is immediately grabbed by his real twin who isn't imaginary.

"Jupiter Jim has nothing on me now."

Giggles. Somewhere. Mikey. Definitely.

"That's great, can you tell me what day it is?"

"Definitely one of them. Ends in a Y. Full of hours."

"Leo, focus. Can you tell me... something. Common, what were those questions you taught us?"

Most people wouldn't realize this, but Leo knows Donnie's panicking. It's a bad look for him. Where's the emotionally unavailable bad boy. Now he's just this vague outline in a van, next to a couple of other vague outlines and some human boy. Did they know a human boy? Did they meet during the fight?

Leo's train of thought was interrupted by the sound of an even tinier little brother (hehe younger twin barb)

"How many animals can you name starting with the letter B?"

Great question! Leo's awsome at multiple choice.

"Bullhop, Big mama, Beebop, Bambi, Boss Bruce, Baloo, b bb, uh, 'Bearto."

Ha, Leo knows lots of Bs

"Ok, not bad. Not the assignment either, but overall, I'm gonna take this as a 'not as bad as it could be'."

Says Donnie's voice, but his face is gone. It's faded with everything else. Soon, nothing remains but the warm comforting feeling of being held by a big wall of muscle.

Leo doesn't remember the following 17 days as he was firmly unconscious. For 2 weeks after that he would only recall the occasional moment. Waking up to find Mikey cuddled up to him, Raph reading a book out loud (to the best of his ability), April studying or dad humming a familiar sounding lullaby. These were all common sights, but not nearly as often did he see them as Donnie. Donnie was seemingly always there. The others were clearly taking shifts, but Donnie would be there even when someone else was too. Sometimes, though, he would be alone. Those times, it seemed like Leo was talking to him. But Leo knew he wasn't talking.

"I'm not giving up on him!"

Mikey cries out. He can do this, Casey said future him had opened a time gate to send him there. A portal to another dimention can't be that different from a portal to another time, right? A spark crackles in front of him. It's working! Casey was right! Just have to do it about 20 years earlier. How hard can that be? A hand on Mikeys shoulder snaps him out of his head.

"We're here Mikey, together."

And then another hand. The portal grows bigger as he tries to fill his thoughts with memories of his older brother, teaching him to skateboard, watching Lou Jitsu together, he still hadn't writing that crossover he'd promised to get around to. Thick tears welled up in his eyes as he giggled to himself. Theres Leo, right beyond his hands, they burn. It hurts so much. Fu- Fundo, Kusari-Fundo, this hurts. No! Leo's more important.

"Took you guys long enough"

Just push past the pain. It'll all be worth it; in the future. Suddenly, Raphs ninpō arm shoots past him, reaching straight towards Leo. As soon as they're both out, both hands dissappear from Mikey's shoulders, and the cracks forming on his arms burn brighter and hotter. How do you close a portal? He's never opened a portal before, unless you count the hidden city doorways, but those close on their own. Will this close on its own? There's little time to think as the Kraang is headed towards them. Picture something. A locked door, big strong arms holding the Kraang stuck, a treasure chest with scary stuff inside like in that one story with the monsters in it. And just like that, the portal closes, and the monster is locked away. But the burning continues. Mikey turns around and runs back to where his brothers kneel huddled around Leo, who lay on the ground. He doesn't move for what feels like minutes but probably weren't really. Finaly he opens his eyes and...

"Eww, are we on Staten Island?"

There's your que. Time to squeeze your team leader as hard as you can.

"Leo. Leo! Leo, wake up!"

Donnie screamed, and time seemed to speed up. Before Mikey could figure out what was going on, he was being dragged into a van by Casey Jr. Must have gotten a little too absorbed in the moment, Mikey had pretty much forgotten he existed.

"Leonardo. Leo, are you awake?"

It always feels a little weird hearing one of their names out loud, their full names. It's always 'red, purple, blue, orange, Don Tron, Nardo, orthello, Peaches, bootyyyshaker, jello, Donald, red angel of preventing harm, Donovan, Angelo, pancakes... Leo comes up with most of these to tease Donnie, so it makes sence that he'd have so many.

"Leo, focus. Can you tell me... something. Common, what were those questions you taught us?"

Oh, right focus Mikey. Your brothers need you.

"How many animals can you name starting with the letter B?"

That was the only question Mikey bothered to memorize. And given Leo's awnser, he'd clearly asked it a few too many times. Do yokai count as animals? Mutants and cartoon characters definitely do, but he might have to deduct points for Boss Bruce. And who the shell is Bebop? Raph gives Mikey a disaproving look. Did he hear that? It's not even a real swear.

"No, no,no,no. Leo, stay awake. Come on, please."

Donnie Beggs desperately, he's been showing a lot of facial expressions for one day. A lot for donnie anyway. He'll definitely need to talk about that later. And Raph. Who knows what those Kraang did to him? And dad? And April? They must have been terrified. What about Casey? Oh my God, his whole world is gone. Even though we won, he lost everyone he knew!

"Mikey."

He feels her hands on his scales, one holding his own and the other gently wiping a tear from his cheek.

"How ya doin'? Do you need ice chips, too?"

She takes her hand away from his face and reaches for a to-go cup full of ice to offer him. The ice helps. It's one of the psychology tricks he'd picked up from the internet. His scientific explanation to the team had been: Can't panic when mouth full of ice. Which, everyone but Donnie had exepted without question. This led to two hours of research, resulting in an entire presentation that could have been sumed up as: Can't panic when mouth full of ice.

"Thanks."

Mikey finally mumbled when his heart rate had slowed back down enough to speak. April didn't bother with a response, instead focusing on Mikeys hands. They hadn't stopped shaking since closing the portal.

"How are the others?"

"They're being taken care of. What happened to your arms?"

Mikey looks down at his arms to see the cracks still there. The intense burning light they emitted before had dulled to a smoldering glow, enough to slightly alter the hue of everything nearby. Something else is off, though, besides the light. A low humm. Coming from the cracks. He holds his elbow up to his ear, and from there, he can barely hear anything. He let's go of the stabilizing force that is April's tight grip on his hands and holds them up to his ear. His face turns pale as he tries to convince himself that it's not real. It's not what he thinks... The monster is locked away.

"Mikey, it's over."

"Leo never gave up on us, I'm not giving up on him."

A sprak appears infront of his smallest brother that soon turns into a big glowing portal. Could that work? Could they get Leo back?

"Mikey"

Shock and astonishment colored Raphs words.

"Whatever you're doing, don't stop."

Raph has never been the most observant or understandy or word-smart compared to his brothers, but any muscle head could see (and hear) how much Mikey was struggling with this. And without thinking, Raph placed his hand on Mikeys sholder.

"We're here, Mikey, together."

He didn't even know he could take some or the strain away. He just thought he could offer some encouragement or something. But Raphs also not one to question a good thing (or most things). It burns, holy cr- carapace, this hurts a lot. And not in the way getting punced of falling from a high place hurts. More like how getting your hands cut up with a burning knife hurts. The 'lasting side affects' kind of way. But it's worth it. 'Cause there's Leo. His mouth moved. Did he say something? Hope it wasn't important. Here goes. Raph reached out into the void in front of him. Further and further into the cold inky darkness. Raph is fast, especially for such a big guy. Much faster than Kraang.

"Eww, are we on Staten Island?"

Sometimes, it seems like they actively try to raise Raphs blood pressure. Sometimes, it feels like his brothers just want to get themselves killed. Sometimes, they just plain get on his nerves. But right now, it's really hard to be upset. Even if he probably should be. Right now, there's nothing Raph would like more than to pick them all up and carry them home, and when they'd get home, he'd just keep carrying them around forever. Like a bunch of stuffed animals.

A van speeds towards them and stops about 3 full Aprils away. Like if she were lying on the ground, there would be room for 3 of her. The car door slid open, and Casey jumped out so fast, Raph had barely gotten up with Leo in his arms before he'd closed the distance. He's not gonna get to pick them all up, but at least Leo isn't protesting.

"Leo. Leo! Leo, wake up!"

Oh, that must be why. Panic! Panic! Panic! They just saved him he can't be dead! He cantfbd, whadifff, hwueeaj, noOooOo. Usually Raph gets a lot more panicking done in moments like these, but this time he came to a screeching halt when one of Donnies robot spider arms stuck a spider hand sized abount of ice cubes into his mouth. Yuck, it tastes like Kraang. Must have been the ice from his battle shell. How many battle shells have ice in them? Doesn't matter. Let's just get everyone in the van. There's no light in the back of the car. Making the light coming from mikeys hands and arms that much more noticeable. Weird, the glowing usualy stops sooner. Aprils here, too, driving the van. Raph would recognize those hair poofs anywhere. And Casey has like 6 giant first aid dufflebags. Do they need that many, or were they just being cautious. That question is soon answered when Raph watches Casey search through multiple bags before finding some sort of medical thingy. They aren't fully stocked. We're they salvaged or stolen, though? Stay on track.

"Do you have any more ice?"

"No, sorry."

"...it's fine. Tasted like Kraang anyway."

Why does he even want more? It was gross, stupid. Bad ice. It would be really nice to have some more, though.

"I see a Chick-fil-A near by, we could get ice there."

"Boo, Chick-fil-A."

What? Is he even conscious?

"Ok, well, it's missing a wall, and it doesn't look like anyone is there. We could just go in and grab a glassfull of ice."

Raph's not sure this Casey is a good influence. Heroes don't steal. Although, they did just prevent the apocalypse. That probably makes it ok.

Da-m-madge-per-second, Casey's a little to comfortable stealing. Guess he did grow up in the apocalypse. Maybe it was normal there.

"Guys, check it out. They just had a bunch of food lying around in there. The past is awesome."

Casey said as he dropped another first aid kit in the pile. Ok, so he just takes these wherever he sees em. Did he pick this habit up in the future? Makes sense. That future did sound pretty awful. At least they know it's not going to happen. Casey gonna need a room when they get home, might have to clear out more tunnels. Or maybe they can find more train cars. Wait, Casey's human though, would he need a human place to live, like April's apartment. A rattling infront of his face snaps Raph out of his head.

"Do you want some ice chips, the cold shocks your brain enough to stop the panic. We had something similar in the future, Uncle Tello made these marbles that freeze themselves. Or at least that's what he said they did. I'm pretty sure Master Michelangelo made them and they just didn't tell people 'cause he wasn't supposed to use magic unnecessary, cause he, uhm, nevermind."

It would be like his little brother to ignore warnings. Carefull isn't even in his, uh, those, um, word books, that tell you what words mean. Raph chomps down on a handful of ice and... breathe.

"Boss Bruce, Baloo, b bb, uh, 'Bearto."

Raph looks at Mikey, whose arms are still glowing a bit. The cracks look just as bad as they were. He looks at his own hand. The cracks are barely visible now. It just looks extra dry. Raph looks at Mikey again. This time, he must have had some sort of look on his face because Mikey seemed uncomfortable with the eyecontact.

Donnie's nice and accurate account of events in exact detail and order of occurrence, category 12: world threatening disaster 3. Codenamed the Kraang invasion of 2022. Part 7: Saving Leo

He cried. He never cries. He didn't even cry when his favorite pizza place was destroyed. It doesn't help. Leo's gone, Leo's gone, Leo's gone. And being on Staten Island deffinetly isn't helping his mental state either. Maybe there's a way to fix this. He knows Leo. He could just... make a robot replica and program it with his memories, or, or a clone, Draxum would probably know something about that, he would actually have to interact with him, but Leo is worth temporary Barry time. Wait, no, Mikey and Raph would never approve. Stupid 'morals'.

A bright orange light bursts into being a few meters away. What are they doing? When did Raph get up? Is that. Mikey screaming? Did something else happen?

"...together."

Together. They need my help with something. Donnie rushes over to his two remaining brothers, seeing Raphs hand on mikeys left sholder, he places his own on his right. A burning sensation crawls up from his palm to his elbow. It hurts, but it's nothing compared to the tentacles. Donnie would take fire over slime any day. Why did the ship have to be slimy? It would have been so much easier if it had been sharp, hot, or just full of guns. That would have been- SHH- SHELL-don's spare processing chips. Mikey just opened a portal. That's the prison dimension. It has to be. That blue blurry blob must be Leo. It was a little hard to tell since he'd lost his contacts at some point. Suddenly, a flash of red light takes over everything, presumably Raph's ninpō. Donnie thought it best to stay near the biggest green blob for the time being. Newton forbid he actually admit he can't see.

"Eww, are we on Staten Island?"

Who needs optic input? That's definitely Leo.

"Leo. Leo! Leo, wake up!"

Dont panic. That won't help. And of course, Raph has to immediately fail the assignment. Dam- Dalton, John Dalton: chemist, physicist, meteorologist. It's definitely not a swear. They were only allowed one for the movie.

That ice was deffinetly contaminated with unknown Kraang juices ~yeugh~. It's okay. It's okay. The cold is what matters, not the taste, besides its going in Raphs mouth, not his own. Now, they can get into the van with Casey. Donnie would prefer April assisting him as she is more predictable, although it's probably best not to have a boy from the apocalypse, where they probably didn't even have cars, driving. Oh good, he has plenty of medical supplies in random amounts and of varying degrees of sanitation. That's fine. Cleanliness can't be that important when it comes to first aid. They all grew up in the sewer for Curie's sake. Their immune systems could ward off bullets.

"Do you have any more ice?"

"No, sorry."

"...it's fine. Tasted like Kraang anyway."

Knew it.

"I see a Chick-fil-A near by, we could get ice there."

"Boo, Chick-fil-A."

Can't disagree on that one.

"Leonardo. Leo, are you awake?"

"Casey, you go get the ice, I'll take care of Leo."

And without a word, he was out the door. He was undoubtedly taught by future Donnie.

"Jupiter Jim has nothing on me now."

Dumdum

"That's great, can you tell me what day it is?"

"Definitely one of them. Ends in a Y. Full of hours."

Stop it. He's trying to help you.

"Leo, focus. Can you tell me... something. Common, what were those questions you taught us?"

"How many animals can you name starting with the letter B?"

He totally had it under control, but thanks for the help, Mikey.

"Bullhop, Big mama, Beebop, Bambi, Boss Bruce, Baloo, b bb, uh, 'Bearto."

"Ok, not bad. Not the assignment either, but overall, I'm gonna take this as a 'not as bad as it could be'."

Although that last one was a bit of a cheat.

"Leo look at me. You need to stay awake."

No. No. No. Calm down, Donnie it's okay he just proved he probably doesn't have a concussion. Maybe he's just exhausted after the fight... OR MAYBE HES BLEEDING OUT!

Wait! Donnie, you're such an idiot. Just check his wrist comm. It should have his vitals on it.

Donnie grabs Leo's arm and brings it closer. This can't be right. Donnie just made these last week. But, it's worn. Not worn as in damaged in the fight. Worn as in aged. It looks like it hasn't been taken off for months. And the record is near capacity.

<Later at the medical bay>

It's going to be brutal. 2500 hours? That's 104 days just in recordings. Three and a half months. And there's no way he was talking the whole time. Leo can talk a lot, but even he must get tired of his voice at some point. And more importantly, does Donnie really want to listen to what is almost certainly his twins decent into madness. Or further into madness in his case. Think about this logically, Donnie. If you listen to the recordings, you'll know what he went through, and you'll be able to give the right treatment. And if the trauma is all psychological, it'll just be Mikeys problem. Here goes, just have to press play. Donnies hand hovers over the button for what must have been a solid minute. But eventually, he does it. Rips of the bandage, so to speak. And braces for impact.

"Mission log. I've managed to avoid the enemy for now"

Is he doing his Jupiter Jim voice?

Part 2

AU where Leo is trapped in the Prison Dimension for months instead of minutes and the only way he gets by with his sanity intact is through recording himself talking to his wrist comm.

When they finally manage to get Leo back and make him rest up to heal, Donnie can’t help but listen to the recordings left behind.

He’s not sure what exactly he’s expecting, only that his subconscious is screaming at him that it has to be heartbreaking, that it has to be torturous.

Instead, what Donnie is subject to is a full thousand hours’ worth of Jupiter Jim and Lou Jitsu crossover fanfiction. More than one part in the series. Spanning well over a million words.

(The worst part is that it’s actually good.)

[sirtrashpanda]

Happy holidays and December 2024 update !

Words can't describe how happy i am that you all enjoyed episode ! Alot of hard work went into it from me, the actors, the guest animators and our music composer and to see you all enjoy it and already begin theorizing the post credits bit and all that makes me as giddy as a kid at Christmas because I know what's coming in the next two episodes thatll end the first season !

I just hope you're ready. Ep6 and the season finale ep7 are gonna be a tad emotional. Backstories, emotional breakdowns and trouble for a certain potential "couple" ahead friends! Get ready for the a feels trip. Episode 6 is maaaybe almost half done. Keep in mind it's gonna be the longest madtown episode to date, we have 2 original songs being preformed and sung by Maxine and her band as well as alot of emotional scenes we have to focus on and perfect. So it will take time til ep6 is ready but when it is I will be more than happy to let ya know!

As for the season finale ep7 It's gonna have ALOT of work needing to be put into it as well. We're gonna have a special guest star in the episode, another original song, alot of emotional moments and a major fight scene. That may not seem like much but just with the outline and audio from actors lines lined up for that episode it seems it might be even longer than ep6 potentially with ep6 seeming like it'll be 30 minutes long.

All that to say it's gonna be a while until ep6 or ep7 release or are remotely near completion. I wanna focus and make them look, sound and play as good as they can for you all because you amazing fans and supporters deserve the best and frankley i wanna make sure I'm taking my time and doing the best i can for it. With necessary breaks and rest here and there of course lol

At any rate! I thank you for your time, i apologise for the long winded message and i hope you have a nice, lovely rest of your day, a awesome holiday season and a happy New year! We will be seeing ya in the new year with more madtown goodness !

sincerely Marcus s (The Trash Panda Animator)

[youngpettyqueen]

!! 3 and 7 for the wip meme!!

congratulations you have selected the Houlihawk WIPs

3. "something something wedding dancing"

this is a very sappy and very sweet Houlihawk oneshot. its Margaret's first wedding anniversary since her divorce, and she's really struggling with it. Hawkeye offers some comfort, and a shoulder to cry on, because he saw this coming a mile away

this one is very feelsy and mushy. it all centres around this conversation for them, and Margaret really getting to see just how much Hawkeye cares. for a snippet-

"Hawkeye leans in her doorframe. He’s swapped his jacket for one of this flannels, the red one. He offers her a smile, one she can tell is supposed to be all charm. “Evening, Margaret.” He greets.

If it was some other day, perhaps, she would’ve been in the mood to entertain that smile. Right now it just makes her scowl irritably. “You better have a good reason for being here at this hour, Pierce.” She warns him. 

“Of course I do,” Hawkeye assures her. And then, from behind his back, he produces a crudely-made bouquet of yellow flowers. She recognizes them immediately as the ones that grow all around camp this time of year, “I brought you these.” He holds them out to her with a flourish.

Margaret considers them for a moment. Then, with a suspicious look at him, she takes them. “Don’t tell me you came here this late just to give me flowers.” She says. That’s not his style- it’s sweet, but it’s not his style. 

“A guy can’t just give a girl some flowers?” He asks. At Margaret’s pointed look, he raises his hands in surrender, “Alright, alright. Fine, I have ulterior motives. Getting you to talk,” Now he gives her a pointed look, a knowing one, “You’ve been breathing fire and biting heads off all day. Talk to me.” He invites."

there's a scene in this im very excited to write that the title ive got for it so far is very relevant to ;) but that is all I will say for now

7. "the fake dating episode we deserved"

ok I have literally nothing written for this except the outline but this is a Houlihawk fake dating fic. here's the premise-

"In order to get a rotten jerk of an ex-boyfriend off her back, Margaret and Hawkeye pretend to date for the duration of his stay."

basically, an old flame of Margaret's turns up in camp as a casualty. he's a colonel, flaunts that around a lot, and all around just really sucks. he's just hounding Margaret, not taking no for an answer and following her all around camp to harass her, which is pissing everybody off. Hawkeye finally has enough of it and very impulsively tells the guy to back off his girl, and he's really only doing it because he knows some guys will only listen if they see a woman as another guy's "territory", but the guy does back off, even if he's pissed about it. he's still gonna be in camp for the next few days, though, so Margaret and Hawkeye decide to keep up the dating facade for the remainder of his stay

this is mainly gonna be silly, with some fluff and real sweetness thrown in there. it'll be a longer oneshot, and while the focus will mainly be Houlihawk, there'll also be some time dedicated to Margaret's other friendships, particularly her friendship with BJ. im excited to write it, but I want to see if I cant get through at least a couple older WIPs first, so we'll see when it comes out

[elisajdb]

Bath Time

Story is based on art by @ksandraws57 You can find it here 

“I’m late. I’m late! I’m late!” Goku repeated as he ran home. They were going to have dinner tonight with Gyumao. It was turning into a weekly tradition for Goku and his new bride. For the last three of their seven weeks as a married couple, Goku and ChiChi had dinner with Gyumao at his castle.

 ChiChi reminded Goku of dinner as he was leaving the house to work out. “Remember dinner with Dad. Be back by five. I don’t want to be late this time.”

 “Five,” Goku repeated. “No problem.” Except Goku didn’t wear a watch and measured time by the sun’s position in the sky. With it being summer and the days longer, Goku’s measurements were way off.

 Running home, he knew he was at least an hour late. When he saw ChiChi standing outside their home, arms crossed, dressed fancy in a cute ponytail bun wearing makeup, Goku knew he was more than an hour late.

 She’s mad but she still likes taking care of me.

 That was Goku’s thought as he sat at the kitchen table as ChiChi tended to cuts he acquired during his training. The price of this care left Goku dealing with ChiChi yelling at him.

 “Two hours, Goku!”

 Goku winced at ChiChi yelling and her rubbing stinging antiseptic cream on a deep cut on his cheek. “Sorry,” Goku apologized. “I got into it and lost track of time.”

 ChiChi covered the cut with a band-aid. “No problem you said. Every time, we have dinner with Dad, you always make us late.”

 “It’s just the third one. We’ll be on time for the next one.”

 ChiChi slammed the first aid kit shut. “Why can’t you skip your workouts when we have dinner with Dad?”

 “I’m getting back into routine again, ChiChi. I haven’t trained a lot since we married.” His eyes followed ChiChi as she walked away. He kept his eyes on the retreating hips. The slits of ChiChi’s maroon dress teased him with glimpses of her lean and strong legs that were wrapped around his back last night. As ChiChi bent to place the first aid kit on a shelf in the lower cabinet, he said, “After learning other techniques, I’m getting rusty.”

 ChiChi turned to him and Goku shot his face from ChiChi’s hips to her face. He flashed her an innocent smile.

 ChiChi scrutinized him harshly unaware of what he’s thinking. “Maybe you should hold off learning these other techniques, Goku.”

 Goku grinned. If only she knew what other techniques he meant. “I don’t think you really want that, ChiChi.”

 ChiChi grabbed Goku by a torn strap of his shirt and yanked him to his feet. She was not in the mood for his lighthearted jokes. “What I want is my husband to come home on time! We’re gonna be even more late to Dad’s because of you!” ChiChi huffed. She was so mad. How can he stand there with no remorse while she was furious with him?! He looked like an innocent child caught playing in the mud. “Just look at yourself, Goku!”

 Splotches of dirt and dried sweat stained his simple face. The J-shaped speck of dirt on his left cheek reminded ChiChi of chocolate that was smeared on Goku’s face the other afternoon. She was making chocolate croissants for dessert. Goku was curious and asked for a taste. She fed him a hot one with her fingers. Some of the chocolate smeared her fingers and Goku……

 No time to think about that.

 “Your clothes are dirty and torn……” Sweat from Goku’s workout left his black tank shirt clinging to his skin and outlining the muscles on his chest where the shirt was ripped revealing a muscled pectoral. ChiChi’s eyes darted to his muscled biceps. “… revealing dirt on those big biceps.” Those arms lifted her the other afternoon when they were wrestling in the yard. He needed them to pin her down to….

 Stay angry ChiChi told herself.

 ChiChi shifted her mind to the present. She needed to stay focus and mad at him. Oh, dear. Her eyes were moving down his stomach and those beautiful pack of muscles she tenderly kissed and nipped as her head moved further down to…..

 Focus. Focus.

 “You even have holes in your pants!”

 Bad move!

 Her eyes were on his pants now. A patch of cloth was torn over his right thigh. She could see the imprint her teeth made on his inner thigh where she nipped his skin. She could still hear his grunt from two mornings ago as she moved to wake Goku in a very pleasant way.

 “C’mon!” ChiChi fisted his shirt and pulled him from the kitchen. “Guess I have to clean you.”

 Goku followed confused. Clean him? He can do that on his own. He didn’t mind. He liked when ChiChi cleaned him but felt this time with ChiChi being angry, it wouldn’t be a fun experience. “But you’re so clean and I’ll make you dirty.”

 Surprisingly to Goku, ChiChi smirked at him. “It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”

 Silently, Goku let ChiChi pull him down the hall. His eyes dropped to those hips again appreciating the view.

 “It won’t take me long to clean up,” Goku said once pulled into the bathroom. ChiChi left him to turn on the water from the tub. This confused Goku. Why didn’t ChiChi turn on the shower? “It’ll be quicker if I take a shower, ChiChi. I’ll be clean in five minutes.”

 “In five minutes, you’ll still be dirty.” ChiChi pulled his shirt over his head. She pulled off his wristbands. “It’s a wife’s duty to clean her husband. Only I am allowed to do this for you.”

 “Okay,” Goku slowly understood. “Is this one of those things husbands and wives do for each other?”

 ChiChi opened his belt and pushed his pants down. “Yes.” With Goku naked, ChiChi began to undress. “One day,” ChiChi unclipped her dress and pushed it down. “You’ll do the same for me.” Off went her bra and underwear. Because of Master Roshi’s magazines, Goku has seen a few women naked. It never affected him but seeing ChiChi naked always caused a reaction in his body. Since learning about intimacy, nearly every physical thing ChiChi did, affected Goku. Her bending over to get food out of the oven; her working out alone and even watching her on her hands and knees scrubbing the floor got his body jumping. He wanted to act on it now but ChiChi’s anger held him in control.  

 “Just look at you,” ChiChi scowled. “You’re dirty and smelly all over.” She pulled a lock of his hair. “Your hair is smelly.” She poked his chest. “Your chest is smelly.”  Her eyes went lower. “Even your penis is dirty.”

 “It is?” Goku looked down. “But I didn’t exercise that.”

 But I will. ChiChi gently pushed Goku against the sink. Her hand moved down the smooth planes of his stomach to settle between his legs. She caressed his balls tenderly. “You need cleaning here.”

 Goku hissed as ChiChi’s fingers switched from his balls to his growing penis. A rare blush formed on Goku’s face as he felt ChiChi’s fingers caress down his long and thick shaft to the large sac she filled with her mouth two mornings ago. He suddenly got the feeling this was more than just ChiChi cleaning him. “How will you clean me?” He asked as ChiChi slowly dropped to her knees.

 Oh! That way!

 ChiChi’s fingers wrapped around his girth and gave a light squeeze that liquid pooled from his tip. She licked the tip clean with a cheeky smile. “Like this.” ChiChi started with tender kisses along his length from his balls and to the root of the shaft before switching and using her tongue to crawl up and down his length in slow, agonizing strokes.

 Goku gripped the edge of the sink puffing. ChiChi’s sweet, warm tongue felt so good around him but he needed it faster not slower. This sweet tease was torture. “Chi….” He saw the playfulness in ChiChi’s eyes. She’s enjoying this.

 “I need…..”

 ChiChi’s teeth were now grazing his cock. The gentle pricks against his skin sent sweet tingles down his spine, making him harder and more of his cream to spill from his tip.

 “What is it you need, Goku?” ChiChi purred as one tender bite thrust his hips forward. Her puckered lips rubbed against his tip. Some of his juice slid on her cheek as ChiChi’s mouth pulled in his tip, sucking and circling his crown with her tongue as she pulled it in her mouth.

 “Ah!” Goku sucked in his breath as ChiChi bobbed up and down on his distended head. More Goku needed. He needed more. Placing his hand on the back of ChiChi’s head, he pushed her down on him pulling all of himself in her mouth.

 ChiChi was growing used to this action from Goku. Experience was teaching her that Goku couldn’t stand long teases. He grew impatient and while his mind tried to be patient, his body and natural instincts couldn’t and took over showing ChiChi what he wanted. ChiChi basked in the feel of his impressive length in her mouth and her accomplishment of holding him there. It wasn’t easy during their first experiences where his girth was overwhelming and her lack of knowledge made her feel invalid but daily performances where ChiChi wanted to impress her husband, she became skilled in this special technique that left the strongest man on Earth weak under her power.

 Slowly, ChiChi drew back her head until her lips rested against Goku’s tip again. A shuddering Goku only had a moment to recover before ChiChi plunged on his cock again, filling her mouth with ease. She bobbed up and down, up and down, up and down filling the head of his cock in her mouth and leaving her mighty husband to be reduced to groans and gasps of pleasure.

 “ChiChi…..” Goku’s hips kept jerking and his gentle fingers threaded her hair, loosening her bun and pumping her faster and harder against his cock. He could feel his balls swelling and the tightness of his cock threatening to burst on his wife’s talented tongue. 

 “Ugh!” A gut-filled groan came from Goku as his potent cream jetted from his cock and hit the back of ChiChi’s throat. The large volume filled her mouth but as ChiChi tried to pull back, Goku's gentle touch became rough as he pulled ChiChi back against his hips as he continuously pumped himself in her mouth. Her cheeks swelled as her throat worked to quickly swallow the copious load but it became too much as Goku’s cream seeped from ChiChi’s puckered lips.

 Goku was aware of his strength and he gave ChiChi full permission to do whatever if he was too much. Her hand reached behind him, crawling up his firm backside until her thumb jammed into the nub of his tail. Goku released his hold on ChiChi’s head but grunted as the second wave of pleasure released from him. ChiChi pulled his cock out with a soft pop but not before his remnants splashed her cheek and breasts.             

 “Wow!” Goku bellowed with a relaxed grin. “Sorry, ChiChi,” he sheepishly apologized at his roughness and splatter on his wife’s face and body. “I guess you need cleaning now.”

 He was right ChiChi noted as Goku leaned against the sink. His collapsing dick mixed with saliva and sex was still semi-hard and mesmerized ChiChi. “It’s all right, Goku.” ChiChi rubbed the cream into her skin. Her own sex tingled with anticipation for more. She stood. “The water should be ready now.”

 Goku settled into the tub first. The scented, soapy water was hot and relaxing to his skin. ChiChi stepped in but before she could settle in the tub, Goku grabbed her curvy hips. “It’s time for your cleaning.”

 “Wha….” was all ChiChi could say before Goku lift ChiChi and settle her legs on his shoulder. “Go….. kuuu…” ChiChi moaned as Goku buried his face into the curls of her sex. His long, thick tongue licked against her mound, savoring her taste as if licking ice cream. He delved between her lips and deep into her sex as his nose rubbed against her clit. “Oh… oh….” ChiChi squirmed against Goku’s probing tongue. Her legs squeezed tighter around his neck and her fingers fisted in his hair wanting Goku deeper into her.

 He was too good at this she thought. When he first touched her this way, he was curiously inspecting her with his fingers and when he tasted her, his fingers were quickly replaced with his tongue as he licked and ate her like a meal. She knew how fast and gluttonous he ate and when he unleashed that hunger on her, he produced exquisite pleasure in her that hit every nerve of her body that left her squirming, screaming and begging he never stop.

 Her current squirming probed Goku to lick faster with wild recklessness as he toyed with the area around her clit; flicking her in painful teasing reminiscent to how she licked and sucked him. He moved around the wet, smooth surface again torturing ChiChi. “More,” ChiChi urged his feasting to probe deeper into her moistening sex.

 He obliged with his sharp teeth scrapping her hardened nub and occasional sucking of her clit that had ChiChi’s hips twitching as she pressed herself faster against him. “Hah…. ahhh…. Her eyes nearly rolled back at Goku’s tasting of the velvety cream of her sex flowing onto his tongue. ChiChi’s breathing became shallower as she smeared herself against his face with his wild tongue fucking her the way she wished his cock was right now.

 With a low groan and Goku’s name on her lips, ChiChi’s hips bucked wildly as she came on him. Goku’s steadied ChiChi through her thrashing as her orgasm washed over her twitching body. Hunched over Goku and unmoving, Goku gently pulled ChiChi from his shoulders and settled her legs into the steaming bathwater. As he pulled ChiChi down his lips rubbed up her body from her the cleavage of her breasts and brushed her chin until his lips rubbed across hers. Water splashed gently as her wet breasts rubbed against his chest while his exploratory mouth feasted on hers.

 Slowly, ChiChi pulled away. Goku resisted and pulled ChiChi back to him. “No, no,” ChiChi laughed pressing against his chest to push herself away. “I have to finish cleaning you so we can meet Dad for dinner.”

 ChiChi poured liquid soap on her hands. She rubbed her palms before dipping her hands in the water and rubbing over his body. She massaged and cleaned his legs, working her way up his flesh, brushing against the center of his legs before going up and feeling the smooth contours of his skin as she kneaded and massaged her hands along his taut stomach and firm pectorals. Her thumbs brushed his nipples hardening them. Sometimes she pinched them. From the way ChiChi looked at him; the way her hands dipped in the water, subtly brushing against his penis as she cleaned him, Goku got the impression ChiChi wasn’t all too interested in dinner with her Dad. She wanted another round and he wanted to give it t her.

 When she finished, ChiChi dipped her hands in the water again for one more sly stroke. “There. Clean.”

 ChiChi started to rise but Goku grabbed her hand. “Is it my turn?”

 “Your turn?”

 Goku pulled ChiChi onto his lap. The water gently sloshed in the tub.  “I wanna clean you now. You say husband and wives do this for each other.”

 “Well, yes, Goku, but…..”

 ChiChi watched Goku pour soap on his hands. He dipped his hands in the water as she did and began working up her legs and curves as he kneaded and massaged her body. His fingers stroke the curves of her breasts. Grasping her nipples, he gave them a hard pinch. “Ah,” ChiChi jumped as Goku massaged the stiff points with his index fingers and thumbs. She leaned back into his touch as Goku maneuvered his hands to the rest of her body.

 Water sloshed like small waves as Goku rubbed a sudsy mixture over ChiChi’s body away. Hands roamed her breasts and down her stomach to return to the slick folds of her sex. His fingers circled her clit in fast and slow strokes.

 “Ah!” ChiChi’s legs clamped around his hand and her back arched at the intense sensations wracking her body.  Goku showed no mercy as he continued his teasing. Payback he thought. ChiChi assisted Goku as her hand came over Goku’s and pushed his fingers to work against her entrance faster with his thumb pressing harder against her swelling clit.

 “More!” she heaved with only her mind focused on the feelings between her legs and not caring of the splashes of water spilling from the bathtub.  Desperate for more and with the skills of an athletic fighter, ChiChi flipped over to straddle Goku. She humped and rode his fingers faster and harder as her lips trailed kisses along his throat and neck. Her breasts rubbed against his chest as his rising shaft rubbed against ChiChi through her humping. “More,” she moaned and begged between kisses. His fingers weren’t enough. There was one thing that could satisfy her.

 The tub was tight but Goku grabbed ChiChi’s hips, spread her and slammed her down on his cock. “Yes!” ChiChi howled at the exquisite, thick and deep intrusion. “That’s more like it.” After a moment of adjustment, ChiChi gripped Goku’s shoulders raised herself slightly and came down on him once, twice, three times until a sloppy and wet rhythm was attained.

 As her slippery but tight sex rode her husband, her breasts bounced before Goku. The bouncing flesh slapped against his face amusingly. After a third slap against his face, Goku grabbed one breast and latched his mouth onto the other.

 The floor was saturated with splashing water as ChiChi pulled up and down swallowing Goku’s shaft deep in her durable core repeatedly until Goku’s free hand grasp a firm hip and slammed her down onto him.

 ChiChi bucked her hips to move with him moaning uncontrollably. Each second he slammed ChiChi harder and faster, pounding her so deep his full balls slapped again and again on her sweet sex. Whatever pain ChiChi felt from the hard ramming of his cock and his sharp teeth digging into her nipple was erased with the spine-tingling pleasure spreading from her sex and up her body that came out in grunts and shrieks.

 Up and down they went. Pump, pump, pump he went into her as ChiChi bounced on him until he felt that familiar pressure of ChiChi tightening around him.

 “I’m gonna….. I’m gonna….” ChiChi panted under each thrust until she was overtaken by a deep burning need under her skin, thighs shuddering in the heated water as she went over the edge. Her pink, slick core squeezed Goku’s cock so tightly she caused Goku to twitch and blow in her with a hot stream of milky fluid filling her hot cavern.

 Winded with a light hue of pink on her face and red teeth and hand marks on her breasts, ChiChi leaned against Goku who was slightly flushed, too. Quietly, the two watched the setting sun sink into the horizon.

 “ChiChi… I like when we give each other baths.”

 “Me, too.”

 “But we’re really gonna be late for dinner with your Dad.”

 “I know.” It will be dark when they get there but ChiChi didn’t care. “Maybe next week we’ll be on time.”

[5acchan]

touch your fire

nanami kento x f!reader

warnings: established relationship, semi-public sex, teasing, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie, very mild degradation, praise kink if you squint

summary: it's his fault for looking so irresistible while you're out together in public.

share in my suffering simping. nanami good boy. that is all, thank you

when you started dating kento, he spontaneously invited you to eat dinner with him one night in the city and the both of you had ended up wandering through the streets afterward, not wanting to part ways just yet. since then, dinner and a walk through the city at night has become a way to unwind after a long week of work. tonight it seems like all the young couples in tokyo are out and about, snuggled close to keep warm in the brisk air and murmuring sweet, innocent nothings into each other's ears as they amble along under the lightly falling snow.

on the other hand, your thoughts are decidedly less innocent. you'd spent very little quality time with kento over the last few weeks because of work, both on his end and on yours, and had half a mind to suggest staying in for a night of watching documentaries and eating takeout on the couch while feeling kento up until he had to set his food aside and fuck you silly. but when he arrived home that afternoon from work, you realized you didn't have the heart to take away one of the things he enjoyed most about the weekend.

so here you are, wildly aroused and walking hand-in-hand with your boyfriend through the streets of tokyo. this is a new low for me, you muse after tearing your eyes away from where they had been lingering below his waist for much too long to be decent. but really, what else is there to think about other than the things you'd like him to do to you back in the safety of your shared apartment when you're so wet your panties slide against you with every step?

you sigh in relief as the pedestrian crossing up ahead changes from green to red and you come to a stop at the intersection. a squeeze to your hand catches your attention, and you look up to find kento already looking at you. he looks so handsome against the city lights, a few stray hairs falling into his face, his contentment at being able to spend time with you visible in the adoring look in his eyes and the way his mouth tilts upwards on one side. you just want to frame his face in your hands and kiss him until he's breathless. he's not usually a fan of public displays of affection, which you respect, but you're desperate for any sort of physical contact to tide you over until you get home.

temptation wins out and you lean up to press a kiss to the space under his ear. he lets out an amused hum but doesn't move to stop you, which is all the encouragement you need to press another kiss to his neck, and then another, and another, until a dark red mark blooms on his skin where your mouth had been. ah, he’s not going to like that, you think, already imagining what satoru might say come monday morning. kento nudges you along with a light touch to your waist as the two of you cross the street. you've given up on pretending to enjoy the sights of the city, not even paying attention to your surroundings as you ogle him and stroke the soft skin of his inner forearm above his watch as he guides you down the sidewalk. lost in your fantasies of the man with you, you narrowly avoid bumping into someone, kento pulling you out of the way and against his side. your mouth waters at the press of his body against you, and a thrill runs through you at the look he gives you for being clumsy. in response, you press a lingering kiss to the back of his hand that makes his nostrils flare before he turns away.

at the next stoplight, he wraps an arm around you and brings you around so that you’re face to face as you wait for the pedestrian crossing to change from red to green. you can’t resist wiggling your hand under his coat to press against his side and feel how thick he is, and your mouth waters as you recall the last time he’d pounded you into the mattress, your thighs pressed into your chest by his steady hands and your hands wrapped around his waist. your fingertips just barely graze over the curve of his ass as you move your hand down to thumb at his hipbone but he pays you no mind, seemingly busy watching the street traffic. you can barely resist grinding against him for some relief and at this point you’re determined to get a reaction from him, so you snuggle closer and caress the outside of his thigh, then trail your fingers up the inside and squeeze lightly. again, there's no indication that he’s even felt anything. heart in your throat, you glance up at him and then around in preparation to do the one thing you're sure he'll react to.

the moment your hand cups him through his slacks, his fingers dig into your waist, hard. it doesn’t hurt as much as it surprises you into whipping your hand away and placing it in a more respectful location over his heart, which beats steadily under your palm. the light changes but kento stands motionless in the middle of the sidewalk as other pedestrians surge forward to cross the street. his grip on you has relaxed somewhat, fingers now splayed against your side with his thumb stroking your ribs as he stares into the distance, but firm enough to tell you that you won't be able to escape unless he lets you go. your gaze fixed on his face, you wait for him to disentangle himself from you so the two of you can continue your walk, but he doesn't move at all until the light changes again. “let’s go this way instead." his suggestion turns to steam in the air as he turns away from the crossing and guides you with a hand at the small of your back to walk down the adjacent side of the block.

halfway down the block, he smoothly turns into an alley between two shops closed early for the holiday. of course you have no choice but to follow, his touch firm and almost ushering you along with him. you're reminded of the wetness between your legs and you bite your lip. could this be...?

about ten feet from the storefronts, he suddenly turns and crowds you against the wall, his body close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from him but not close enough to feel any part of him pressed against you. your heart drums against your ribcage, its beating fervent in your excitement. kento cages you in place with his arms as he observes your very convenient skirt and stockings — thigh highs, he confirms as he edges the hem of your skirt up with one hand before letting it fall — in a new light. your own gaze drifts downwards and to your delight, you notice the outline of his cock in his slacks, angled towards his left hip and not exactly soft. he’d liked the attention after all, you think as you bite your lip. previous experiences have shown you that he's usually receptive to your advances but hesitant to indulge in anything too far outside the norm without some convincing, though his embarrassed silence when you ask if he'd enjoyed it later on is usually answer enough.

“did you plan this?” he suddenly asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

despite the cold temperature, you flush hot. “no. you just looked really good, and—“

“you couldn’t wait until we got home?” he interrupts. the look on his face is stern and you glance away, feeling guilty and half-afraid that you’ve irritated him after a long and trying day at work, but when you bring your gaze back to his face, you catch the barest hint of a smirk on his lips before they’re pressed to yours.

people see kento as strict, proper, classy—that’s certainly the air he gives off when you’ve seen him interact with anyone he’s acquainted with in a professional capacity when you’re out and about together, and you’re sure he’s even more so during working hours. but the way he kisses you is far from classy, his tongue hot in your mouth and fingers wound tight in your hair to keep you from pulling away for a proper breath as he sucks at your lips and tongue. you fist the lapels of his coat in your hands and let him take what he wants until he pulls away to press a rough kiss under your jaw before drawing you close with one hand cupping the back of your head and pressing your face into his broad chest. passerby might think you’re simply sharing a romantic embrace with your lover, which is true, barring kento’s free hand sliding under the hem of your skirt to squeeze your thigh almost painfully hard, followed by the rough press of two fingers into you. they curl upwards with intent and draw a cry out of your chest as they press hard into the spot that makes your legs buckle, and you wrap your arms around his waist to maintain your balance.

“mm, kento...”

he strokes your hair with the hand supporting your head as he begins to press his fingers into you more insistently. over the low hum of the city drifting from the street, you can hear the slick noises of his fingers moving in and out of you but can’t bring yourself to care when he’s making you feel so good after a weeks-long dry spell brought on by overtime and business trips out of the country. just the thought of being stuffed full of him again has you shivering and clamping down around his fingers with a soft, “a-ah, ‘m gonna...”

he huffs out a derisive laugh, but his gaze is hot and hungry as he tilts your head up to watch your eyes struggle to focus on him, lips parted. “already?” he asks as your breath catches in your throat, abdomen clenching and your insides pulsing around his fingers as you come.

once the roaring in your ears dies down, you register the soft sound of your release dripping onto the pavement between your bodies. it's quiet for a long moment, just the sound of your breaths mixing with his and the hard line of his cock pressed into your stomach before he shifts away, fingers still inside you, to undo his belt one-handed. "you're quite filthy, aren't you," he murmurs as he pulls his cock out of his trousers, and you swallow down the yes!  that eagerly rises to the tip of your tongue. in the low light you watch, entranced, as he removes his fingers from you and smears your wetness down his shaft, gathering his precum and using it to stroke himself as you wet your lips and squeeze your thighs together. kento nudges your thighs apart with one firm thigh and presses the tip of his cock to you, relishing in the way you buck your hips in an attempt to take him in. he sighs. "i thought i knew the extent, after all this time, but..."

he trails off in favor of pushing halfway into you and bites the inside of his cheek when you immediately clamp down around him as if to draw him in further. the slide and stretch of his cock steals your breath away and you tilt your head back against the wall with a moan. he withdraws and pushes in again, not even halfway this time, then continues to tease you with shallow thrusts until you gasp, "stop teasing!" it's not exactly as filthy as what he wants to hear, but you sound so desperate that he listens, instead of drawing things out further like he might if he wasn't just as desperate to feel you. he keeps his eyes on your face as he pulls out and slides in all the way with one smooth motion, and then pushes a bit more to see your eyes roll back. you whine and pull him closer until he's nose-to-nose with you and pressed against your body from chest to hips. he draws his coat around the both of you and allows you to wrap your arms around him, your hands securely tucked in the warmth between the rough layer of his dress shirt and the silky inner lining of his blazer, before he starts moving again. one hand tucked at the small of your back, he carefully presses in and out while his other hand finds your clit and rubs rough circles until you're squirming and spasming around his cock, eyebrows knit together with the effort of resisting the urge to scream.

"ah! i'm close again..." you mumble, burying your face in his shoulder and shuddering as he thrusts in deep. kento graces you with another slick slide of this thumb over your clit before stilling his hips and rubbing his hand over your hip to soothe you as you whine, your orgasm quickly disappearing from your reach without the additional stimulation. you lift your head to gape at him, and he stares down his nose at you without blinking. "fuck me. make me come,” you demand. it’s not very convincing given that you’re teary-eyed and your voice is trembling.

his hand rubs up and down your back in a way that feels almost patronizing. "are you sure you're in a position to be making demands?"

you pulse your insides around him, intentionally this time, and his eyes flutter shut before he can catch himself. "make me come. otherwise, what else are you good for?" you ask, gaze fiery.

in answer, he huffs out another laugh and slams back into you again, relishing in the way you shiver and moan like the breath has been punched out of you, sucking him in like his cock isn’t enough to satisfy you. “filthy,” he hisses into your ear, pulling your leg up around his waist and fucking you in earnest with hard, fast thrusts that have you shaking and moaning. he catches your mouth and kisses you to muffle your noises though it quickly devolves into an open-mouthed mess of tongues and teeth, unable to concentrate with the mindnumbingly slick heat wrapped around his cock. you scratch at his back through the cotton of his shirt as you edge closer to your climax, the burn of your nails muted but making him throb inside you and groan all the same.

“f-fuck, you’re so big,” you murmur against his lips and he shivers, hips stuttering. “kento-kun fucks me so well...”

he outright moans at that, mind blank except for your words reverberating around in his skull as he tightens his grip on you and fucks you at a frantic pace until he comes with a muffled groan, his entire body shuddering as you moan at the feeling of him filling you up inside. you hold him as he buries his face in your neck to catch his breath, but eventually the need to come wins out and you slide one hand around to tug at his tie.

“sorry,” he says, breathless as he gently tilts your chin up to press biting kisses to your throat, rubbing your clit with slick fingers until you gasp, your hand coming up to hold his mouth to you as you come around his cock.

afterwards, kento holds you steady as you unhook your leg from around his waist and smooth down your skirt. you can already feel his cum beginning to leak out of you, and you tell him so, then ask if he’d like to fuck another load into you at home. the tightening of his hands on your hips is your answer. he waits until you stop trembling with aftershocks to withdraw and tuck himself away, then does up his zipper and belt. you try and fail to fight back a smirk at the sight of the front of his trousers, soaked with a combination of fluids from your lovemaking. he sighs and buttons up his blazer, then his coat, hiding away the evidence of your alleyway rendezvous.

“you’re filthy,” he says again, and you snicker at him and take his arm as the two of you head back towards the street.

“so are you, love,” you say.

[sincerelyasomebody]

Changes || Jose "Sad Eyes" Guzman

(GIF: @merakiaes)

A/N: This has been in my drafts for a long while🤦🏾‍♀️👀. Apologises on the delay and for grammatical errors. I hope it meets your expectations or what you were expecting. Please let me know if the Spanish translations are correct. 

Characters/Pairing(s): Sad Eyes x Reader (married) ☆ 19th Street (mentioned) ▪︎ Cuchillos (mentioned) ▪︎ Los Santos (mentioned) Spooky (mentioned)

Request/Summary: Hii, I was wondering if your still taking requests! If you are can I get one with Sad Eyes where the reader comes home late and a fight breaks out between the two and then she tells him that she found out she’s expecting 🥺🖤 (they could be together for 3yrs) pure angst and fluff if anything! Thank youuu! 💕 - @multiyfandomgirl40

Warning(s): angst, fluff, language, mentions of death and gang violence, pregnancy

Word Count: 1427

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The street lights were on by the time (Y/N) pulled into her driveway. As soon as she switched the engine off, she put her head on her hands and took a deep breath. For the last couple of days, her body started to feel the impact of the extra hours she was pulling. Which wasn't a good sign. Lifting her head up and staring out of the windshield, she spotted her fiance standing on the porch. She gave a half-hearted smile and began to gather her things before hopping out of the car. 

She locked her doors and walked up the path to the front steps. As she climbed, she could feel the tension between Jose and herself but chose to ignore it. Moving past him she entered the house and immediately kicked off her heels. She made her way through the living to enter the kitchen to grab something to eat. 

"What's going on with us?" she heard once she opened up the fridge, she closed it and looked over at Jose who continued, "it's like we don't even see each other anymore, because I'm out on Santo business and you're working." He moved forward and gently caressed her cheek, "this is the first time I've seen you awake… when I'm here you're usually asleep." 

(Y/N) turned her cheek and kissed the palm of his hand, "we're both awake now," and wrapped her arms around his waist. A genuine smile appeared on her face when she felt him a drop kiss on the top of her head.

Jose held her tightly against his chest, "querida… why are you working all these extra hours?" He gently pulled away from her to look at her face, "the last shipment the guys and I did pulled double our usual payment, we're good." 

She sighed and shook her head, "it's not about the money… it's more on how you're getting it," she bit her bottom lip, "I'd rather have you safe and here with me than some racks of cash and memories." 

"Querida." 

"With the death of Cuchillos and the newly formed truce with 19th Street I-I can't help but worry that the next time I'll see you is when I have to identify your body," tears trailed down her cheeks.

He reached out and wiped her tears away, "baby I know I can't promise that-" 

"Exactly, you can't! And that's what scares me the most," (Y/N) stepped back, "we're married now, Jose. Not boyfriend and girlfriend, we're not fiance's, we're husband and wife.

"I know what we are, mi amor." 

"Okay, then maybe you'll consider cutting back on the runs you take on."

Jose shook his head, "so you're saying I should turn my back on the Santos?" He gestured towards the house, "the reason we have all of this is because of them. And you want me to turn my back on them?" 

"I didn't say for you to turn your back on them." 

"It sounded like you did."

"All I'm asking is that you don't go on every fucking run!" (Y/N) shot back. 

"I'm Spooky's right-hand, wherever he goes I do too. If he's not available, then it's up to me to sort out any problems," he roughly rubbed his face, "you know this already." 

She nodded, "you're right I do, but it's time we start getting our shit together," sighing, she continued, "you do know there are other ways to get money without having to clean it all the time?" 

He scoffed, "do I look like a guy who works a nine to five?" he began to pace, "I'm not in the Santos because of the money-"

"You joined because of the brotherhood they offered and to make sure your sister and mum would be taken care of." 

"If you know all this, why are you questioning it?" 

(Y/N) walked out of the kitchen and into the living, she reached into the back of the t.v cabinet (knowing he never went in there) and pulled out the piece of paper that would change their lives. Jose watched as she walked back to him with a look of determination. He shook his head, "the block's been crazy lately and you're worried about me, I get that but-" 

"I'm worried because we can't just think about ourselves," (Y/N) slammed the sonogram onto the kitchen counter, "we've gotta think about them too." 

Without another word she walked off down the hallway and entered their bedroom. She slammed the door and ignored the rattling of the pictures on the wall. Sliding down on the door, she sobbed as her hands gently rubbed her stomach. 

Jose recognised what she had placed on the counter, but couldn't believe it was truly in front of him. He and (Y/N) discussed children early on in their relationship, during their engagement and right after they were married. The conversations switched from "what ifs" to "when we" followed by an example of their upbringing and what they would change for their children. It was always a thought or an idea that seemed so far away. 

And now it was going to be a reality. 

He gently picked up the picture and traced the outline of it with his forefinger. His focus switched to the typing of the bottom right corner: his wife's name, date and time of when it was taken and how far along the pregnancy was. Laughing when he realised the date of the conception was around Spooky's birthday bash. Shaking his head, he pulled out his wallet and folded the sonogram so it fit beside the photobooth strip of himself and (Y/N) on one of their early dates. He tucked his wallet into the back pocket of his jeans and went through the cabinets to see what he could whip up.

After deciding on his chosen dish, he made sure everything was cooked thoroughly before putting it together on the plate. He picked up the plate, a fork (because he knew she preferred it than a spoon) and a bottle of water. Coming up to his bedroom door, he knocked gently, he heard some movement before (Y/N) opened it up. 

"I… uh, made you - well both of you something to eat?" He held up the plate and walked inside, "gotta make sure you're eating enough."

She took the plate and fork, sat on the bed and ate away. When she realised he was still by the door, she gestured for him to sit beside her. He did that and was met with a forkful of the food in front of his face, he smiled and took the bite causing her to smile too. She did this a couple more times, but he redirected it to her mouth. She drank all of the water and put the empty bottle beside the bed. Once she was done with the food, Jose picked up the plate and fork and put them on top of the dresser. 

He'd sort them out later. 

"Thanks for feeding us, we really appreciate it," (Y/N) snuggled into his side when he sat back on the bed, he had an arm over her shoulders and his other hand placed on her stomach. He kissed the side of her head. Sighing, she turned to him and wanted to speak more on what was spoken in the kitchen, but chose to relish in the feeling of them being parents.

She pecked his cheek, "we're gonna be parents." 

"Yeah," he moved his hand from her stomach to grab his wallet, opened it up and pulled out the sonogram, "I gotta question though." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Shit looks different, like did they upgrade the system or something 'cause the last time I saw these was when ma told me I was gonna be a big brother," he held the picture at different angles.

(Y/N) looked at him, "kinda, but not really, the printouts are still the same," she tapped the picture, "but you're right about it being different than mama g's, though," at his confused expression, she continued, "we're expecting double trouble." 

Without a second thought, Jose jumped off the bed and picked her up. (Y/N) squealed and wrapped her legs around his waist as her hands went to the back of his neck. They shared a passionate kiss, only separating to come up for air. 

Jose had a grin plastered across his face, "we had a really good time at Spooky's bash." Laughing, (Y/N) brought him in for another kiss.

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Spanish Translation(s): 

Querida - sweetheart

Mi amor - my love

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Solace

for mimi <3 @shmaptainhotchner

A rough case coupled with growing feelings for your boss and friend, Aaron Hotchner, has you a mess. But he knows you better than you think. 

aaron hotchner x fem!reader 

warnings: mentions of anxiety and crying, beyond that I don't think anything just some mutual pining and cuddles. lmk if there’s anything I didn't think of that could be triggering! completely sfw!

words: 744

A/N: shsh i asked mimi to pick a prompt like five days ago bc she was having a bad day and I wanted to write something to make her feel better,, and well moment passed but here it is anyways! 

“You good Y/N?” Derek called from the other side of the room we’d posted up in, at the precinct. 

I could feel Hotch’s burning gaze fall on me, keenly awaiting my response. 

“Yeah,” I sighed. “I just need some sleep.” 

He shot me a smile as he made his way to the door. “Get some rest sweet girl,” Derek hollered as he left. 

Hotch returned his focus to packing up for the day as we became painfully aware, we were the only two left in the room. 

I’d only been a part of the BAU for nine months, and every one I fell just a little harder for him. 

When I brought it up to Derek, he laughed, wondering what I saw in our broody boss.  I could see how he would query, but he wasn't witness to the side of Aaron that I had been. He hadn't seen how Hotch lit up when he saw babies, how when Jack spoke there wasn't a thing in the world that mattered more, that he always gave up his seat on trains, that he always tipped 50%, he always makes sure restaurants have vegetarian options for me, and that he smiled endlessly each time I’d elected to spend weekends with him and Jack. He had become a good friend, but each day it became increasingly clear that wasn't enough. 

“You sure,” he started. “That you’re okay?” He met me with a sympathetic disposition. 

“Yeah,” I lied, in a frenzy. “I’m gonna go to bed.” 

I tried to exit without raising suspicion. As soon as I was out of sight I rushed to my room in hopes of escaping the building anxiety that had set aflame. Some cases hit me harder than others, dredging up long buried turmoil. Aaron was no stranger to this, so it came as minimal surprise that not an hour later there came a knock. 

I opened the door to his tall frame, an outline in the dim lighting. He was clad in what I assumed to be his sleep attire; sweatpants and a t-shirt. As he gave me a once over, I remembered I had on only small shorts and a tank top. Suddenly flushed, words seeming to be caught in my throat. I managed only to say, “Come in.” 

“I just-”  His voice and posture were taut. 

Did I make him nervous? 

“I know how it feels. Sometimes it hurts in a way you,” he paused to meet my eyes, “didn't expect.”

I knew he’d understand, it seems he always does. Still, I didn't quite know what to say. 

Realizing we couldn't stand there in silence, he spoke up. “Well, if you need anything.” A wry smile formed on his face as he reluctantly turned to walk out the door. 

He was about to close the door when I managed to croak, “stay,” under my breath. 

His response came not a moment later. “Of course,” his delight was sincere. 

He shuffled for a moment, unsure what to do with himself. “Uhm,” he cleared his throat. “There’s only one bed.” 

“That's okay,” I replied. No longer contemplating the implications. 

The tension was palpable and I began to consider, perhaps I’d become just as much his person as he had mine. 

I laid down, trying to hold myself together as he tentatively slipped in next to me. 

My breathing staggered, in part because I was having the world’s most emotional day, and in part because I could feel the heat radiating off the man who I didn’t know how to regard any longer. 

''Do you think we could, I mean, I know this isn't, you know, maybe it's not appropriate, but -- could I hold you?'' 

As the words left his lips I found myself melting. Tears rushed down my cheeks before I could even think to hold them back. In a blur, his warmth had enveloped me. A deep inhale displayed the faint scent of his cologne, as I exhaled a million things I’d wanted to say spun inside my head. He promptly placed an evanescent kiss to my forehead, as if he already knew. So I turned over, my back to his chest now, one arm under my head and the other pulled me closer to  him and rested on my stomach. I closed my eyes and basked in the solace, knowing he was there for me, and that I needed no words to convey that it meant everything to me. 

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Passing Through

Bishop Losa x F!Reader

Request by @masterlistforimagines​: Okay so reader is passing through Santo Padre for some reason. Her car breaks down, and Bish is her mechanic. I’m thinking like super cute and flirty Bish

Warnings: language, alcohol, Bish being a flirt with a capital F

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: I feel like I always let myself get carried away with requests from you. Like they almost always take on a life of their own once I start writing them. Thank you for loving me and continuing to send them to me regardless lmao. We get a few of our other MC boys in this fic too. Hope y’all enjoy! xo

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You’d been driving for practically 2 days straight. It was your own doing—you wanted to go all up and down the coast while you had the opportunity. You didn’t know the next time you would get a few weeks off. However, the first leg of your journey you took your sweet time and didn’t really plan things out, which left you in the tiniest bit of a time-crunch as things were coming to a close. It was impressive that your car had made it this far to begin with. It wasn’t exactly new, but it had always gotten the job done. You knew that this was a big ask, though, and the universe was finally coming to collect.

You sat on the hood, soaking up the sun while you waited for the tow truck to get there. Music was playing from the speaker of your phone as you recounted all of the adventures that you had had so far. If it hadn’t been such a good trip already, this mishap would’ve been far more upsetting. You were in too good of a headspace to be upset, though. Whatever the deal was with your car, you’d figure it out one way or another.

When you saw the tow truck approaching, you shut the music off and hopped down off the hood of your car. You stretched out, trying to gear yourself up for whatever the next leg of your journey was going to be. The truck parked in front of your car and one man hopped out of each side of the vehicle. You bit back a laugh at how different the two of them seemed.

“Are you Y/N?” one man approached you with a clipboard.

You took note of his hands but expressly tried not to stare. Besides, the smile he greeted you with was contagious it was difficult to focus on much else as you nodded, “Sure hope so. Otherwise someone else out there is having just as bad of luck as me.”

He nodded as he handed you the clipboard, “Just need you to fill out this form here for me, Miss.”

You smiled as you took the clipboard and pen from him, “I think I can handle that,” you continued to speak to him as you filled out the paperwork, “What’s your name?”

“Chucky.”

Your eyes flicked up from the paper as you smiled at him, “Nice to meet you, Chucky,” you nodded towards the man who was in the middle of hooking your car up to the tow truck, “Who’s your friend over there?”

“The one and only Johnny ‘Coco’ Cruz.”

You laughed, “One and only, huh?” you handed the clipboard back to him, “Seems like you might know a lot of people who are one-of-a-kind.”

The drive back to the mechanic shop was much more comfortable than you thought it was going to be. Chucky never seemed to run out of things to talk about, which was refreshing. Coco was quiet for most of the ride, chiming in here and there but staying silent for the most part as Chucky drove. The two of them made you wonder what the rest of the people were like at the shop they were taking you to.

When you rolled into the lot, Chucky hopped out and motioned for you to do the same while Coco set about getting your car off the tow truck and into the shop. Part of you wanted to watch it all happen, but Chucky needed you to fill out the rest of the paperwork and answer a few more questions. When he asked you about a rental, you asked if you could see what the damage was on your car before answering that.

You walked over to where your car was being worked on. From the angle you were standing at, you couldn’t see exactly who it was that was working on your car. It was just a pair of legs sticking out from underneath your vehicle. You found a stool to sit on while you waited for whoever it was to resurface so you could ask what exactly was going on and if you were going to need to find a new car to get back home in.

After a few minutes, they rolled back out. He sat up, eyes immediately locking onto yours. You smiled, eyebrows raising slightly as you took in the sight of him. He wiped his hands off on the rag tucked in the pocket of his jeans.

“She yours?” he nodded towards the car.

You sighed, “Depends on what you’re about to tell me.”

He chuckled as he shook his head, “Nothing that we can’t fix.”

“Is it gonna cost me an arm and a leg?”

“It shouldn’t, no,” he stood up, leaning back against your car, “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

The simple pet name shouldn’t have made your face feel hot, but it did, “It’s Y/N. But you can keep calling me sweetheart if you like,” you paused, “You?”

He laughed at your response before holding out his hand, “Bishop.”

“Nice to meet you, Bishop,” it was hard to take your eyes off of his lips and beard. You shook your head to dispel the thoughts, “So, what exactly is wrong with my car? And can you fix it in the cheapest way possible? I just gotta make it back home.”

He smiled at you, “Back home?”

You nodded, “Yea. Had a couple weeks off between jobs and decided to take advantage of it. Probably should’ve used that time to go car shopping though, huh?”

He chuckled, “Maybe.”

You listened as he outlined what was wrong with your car and how he planned to fix it. You were focusing on what he was saying for the most part, but it was easy to get distracted as you watched the way the muscles in his shoulders and arms flexed as he moved and shifted. You were practically salivating by the time that he finished talking.

“You got all that, sweetheart?” he asked with a laugh, knowing that you had definitely tuned out at a few different points as he spoke.

“I got the important parts,” you said, not trying to deny that you let your mind wander.

“How long are you in town for?” he asked, a curious glint in his eyes.

“At least until you fix my car,” you laughed.

“Maybe I should take my time then.”

You smiled, crossing your arms over your chest, “I don’t know how professional that would be of you, Bishop.”

“First you want me to call you sweetheart, and now you want me to be professional?” he laughed, eyes crinkling at the edges, “You’ve gotta pick one or the other.”

You smiled, nodding, “Fair enough,” you paused, “How about this?” you saw the curiosity written all over his face as you continued, “I’ll budget an extra night or two in Santo Padre into my plans, that way you don’t gotta drag out fixing my car. Besides,” you smiled, “I can’t afford to pay for three days’ worth of labor.”

He smiled and nodded, “Alright. That sounds fair. In that case I could have you up and running by tonight.”

“Just in time for you to take me out for a drink?”

He smiled, “Yea. But I wouldn’t make you take your car for that.”

“Oh? You wouldn’t?”

He shook his head as he gestured towards the row of motorcycles, “I’ll take you out on the town in style.”

You laughed, “Can’t wait,” you stood up off the stool, “I guess I’ll let you get to work then. I know I can be a bit distracting.”

“You’re a welcome distraction,” he nodded towards the building behind you, “If you wanna get outta the heat you can go wait in the clubhouse. My guys will take care of you.”

“Wow,” you tucked your hands into your pockets, “feel like I’m getting the royal treatment.”

He smiled, “Because you are,” he walked over to his toolbox and started taking a few things out, “I’ll come and get you when I’m done.”

You made your way over to the clubhouse. You glanced back over your shoulder and saw Bishop standing there, watching you walk away. You couldn’t help but to flash him a smile as you continued to make your way away from him.

When you pushed open the door to the clubhouse, suddenly everything began to make a lot more sense. You saw multiple men walking around with kuttes on, which explained why you got the feeling the place was a bit like the island of misfit toys. It took all kinds. However, despite the fact that it was home base for the local MC, it didn’t feel like an intimidating place to be. You felt perfectly comfortable as you approached the bar and took a seat.

“What can I get you?” the young man behind the bar offered you a sweet smile as he asked the question.

You clocked the prospect patch on his kutte as you looked him over, “Just water, please. Just trying to get outta the heat.”

“What brings you here? Don’t think I’ve seen you before,” he noted as he handed you a bottle of water.

You sighed slightly, “Car broke down,” you took a sip of your water, “One of your guys is working on it now, though. Bishop?”

The man behind the bar looked surprised, and the man who was sitting a couple stools down from you couldn’t refrain from making a comment. He turned towards you, “Damn, Bish is working on your car?” he chuckled, shaking his head, “Been a minute since I seen Pres get his hands dirty out there. You know him?”

You shook your head, “Don’t know any of you guys, actually.”

He moved to the stool next to yours, holding out his hand, “I’m Angel,” he nodded towards the man behind the bar, “That knucklehead is EZ.”

You laughed as you shook his hand, giving a courteous nod to EZ, “Nice to meet you both. I’m Y/N.”

The three of you sat and chatted while you waited for Bishop to finish up your car. You laughed as you listened to the two of them banter back and forth. For as much as you wished that your car hadn’t broken down, there were a lot worse people to be spending your afternoon with, so you really couldn’t complain.

“So I met Chucky and Coco,” you said as you sipped on your water.

“The dynamic duo,” EZ said with a laugh as he cleaned the glasses behind the bar.

“Is that right?” you asked with a smile.

“Nah, we all love Chucky,” Angel said, “But him and Coco are on the same wavelength sometimes. Shit’s weird.”

You were listening to the two of them dive into another story when a different voice cut through the conversation, “These guys bothering you?”

You laughed as you turned around to face Bishop, “Not at all. They’ve been perfect gentlemen.”

He raised one eyebrow as he looked back and forth between EZ and Angel, “I find that hard to believe.”

You chuckled, shaking your head, “What’s the verdict on my car, presidente?”

Angel and EZ biting back their laughter was audible. Bishop shot them a look but the serious expression only lasted for a moment as a smile broke out across his face, “So I see the three of you have been talking.”

“We have,” you leaned back against the smile, “I’ve also been informed that I have to be pretty high up on the totem pole in order for you to be the one to work on my car.”

He shook his head with a quiet laugh, “Something like that.”

“You decide to work on my car just because you thought I was cute, Bishop?”

“If I say yes are you gonna be mad?”

You laughed, shaking your head, “Not at all.”

“Then…yes.”

You couldn’t contain your laughter at his response. And you also couldn’t help but to notice the surprised looks on the faces of EZ and Angel as they watched you and Bishop go back and forth. Something told you that the Bishop that you were talking to, wasn’t the Bishop that they were used to seeing. That in and of itself was very interesting to you.

“But in answer to your original question,” Bishop got the conversation back on track, “Your car should be good to go.”

“Perfect, thank you so much,” you hopped off the stool, “I’ll go square everything up with Chucky, then.”

Bishop shook his head, his hand catching you by the waist when you went to walk by him, “You’re all set.”

“Bishop,” you folded your arms across your chest, “I can’t just let you not charge me.”

He nodded slowly, “Alright. First round is on you tonight then. Deal?”

You nodded, knowing that that was as much as you were going to be able to get him to budge, “Deal.”

“Let me go clean up and change. I’m sure these two can keep you amused in the meantime.”

You laughed, nodding, “I think so.”

He let his fingers trail lightly across the small of your back as he walked away. This time it was your turn to watch him, biting down lightly on your bottom lip as you did. You stepped back and found your seat once more at the bar, not able to return your attention to the men in front of you until Bishop was completely out of sight.

“Seriously,” Angel said with a laugh, “who are you?” he shook his head, “Never seen Bish flex so hard around someone.”

You laughed, “It’s because he knows he’s on a time crunch. Can’t play the long-game.”

“Time crunch?” EZ spoke up.

You nodded, “Yea, I’m just passing through. Honestly, Santo Padre wasn’t even really a stop I was planning to make before my car shit the bed,” you chuckled with a shrug, “But now that I’m here I might as well make the most of it. Told Bishop I’d budget in some extra time here if he could make it worth my while.”

“Damn,” Angel shook his head with a smile, “you really put him on the spot like that, huh?”

“He certainly didn’t seem to mind,” you laughed.

“Yea, I’ll bet he didn’t,” there was a knowing smirk on Angel’s face as he lifted his beer bottle to his lips.

Before you could try to pry further into what he meant by that, Bishop reappeared in a fresh set of clothes and his kutte. You couldn’t hide the fact that you were gawking at him as he approached you. He smiled as he approached you, holding out a hand to help you hop down off the stool.

“Ready if you are.”

You nodded, “I was born ready,” you laughed as he draped an arm around your waist and guided you back towards the door to the clubhouse.

“Anywhere in particular you’re looking to go?”

You shook your head, “You’re calling the shots tonight, Pres.” You heard Angel let out a whistle from the bar at your statement and you couldn’t help but to laugh. You turned to look at Bishop as the two of you exited the clubhouse, “Your guys seem pretty happy for you.”

He chuckled and shook his head, “Yea, something like that.”

You let him guide you over to the bikes. You weren’t sure if you should mention to him that you had never ridden one before. But he must’ve seen the look of slight apprehension on your face because he gave you a reassuring smile as he handed you a spare helmet.

“It’s not that bad. Just hang onto me and you’ll be fine.”

You smiled at him as you clipped the helmet on, “That sounds like an easy direction to follow.”

He got onto his bike and helped you to do the same, giving you a moment to get situated. You draped your arms lightly around his waist, but the second the bike roared to life your hold on him instantly tightened, causing him to laugh. He checked one last time that you were good to go and once you said yes, he shot out of the compound. You were holding onto him so tight that you were afraid you were going to crack one of his ribs, but he didn’t say anything.

A few miles into the ride, you finally loosened your hold on Bishop a little, allowing him to breathe with ease. You could feel his body vibrating with laughter as you slowly found your comfort.

“You good, sweetheart?”

You laughed as you leaned against him, “All good.”

Of all the towns that you could’ve gotten stranded in for an afternoon, you were glad that it was Santo Padre. And if there was anyone worth switching up your travel plans for, you had a feeling that it was Bishop.

[ren-therose]

You Are Like Me (Pt. 1 of "Winter's End)

Roommate!Bucky X F!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky begin rooming together after Sam discovers your background and suggests you live with him. . As another failed HYDRA experiment with an enhanced skill set, Sam decides that you, the newest recruit who shares a similar path with the Winter Soldier would benefit from living together.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Cursing, semi-spoilers for FATWS (but nothing plot related, just set during that time).

A/N: This started out as a one-shot for our man Bucky Barnes, but now there will be multiple pieces with this as the wonderful starting piece to the story. I don't know how much the parts will be reliant on a plot, but it will all be based on the same love story throughout. The parts don't necessarily need to be read all together and in order. There will be a variety with this couple, varying from angst to smut, fluffy fluffy FLUFFY shit, and some very depressing stuff too. I hope that these different pieces fulfill all your Bucky needs and help you feel like you really have a developed and copasetic relationship with this lovely gentleman.

"Jesus, who the hell are you?"

I had been laying on a neatly made bed in the apartment Sam had signed me up for. I was staring at the ceiling mindlessly as an old record player spun, emitting the scratchy tones of classic 1940s music. In my hand was a small journal, opened to a blank page towards the middle of the book. My eyes shot open, my hand grabbing a knife from the back of my pants as I launched myself off the bed and towards the unfamiliar man in the doorway.

Before the knife could reach his throat, cool metal met my wrist, stopping my arm in its track. I was practically on top of the dark man in front of me, staring up into his bright cerulean orbs. He seemed almost amused by this first introduction. Almost. The glimmer of humor left his eyes as soon as my knee made contact with his groin, causing him to keel over, as I maneuvered around him to be behind, using his arms hold on me to choke himself.

"I could ask you the same question, blue eyes," I said with a snort. I realized quickly he wasn't an enemy, but the continued power struggle was fun enough to let it play out. Before I could plan my next move though, I was flipped over his broad shoulders, and square on my back, the impact knocking the wind out of me. I looked up through my lashes, trying to focus my eyesight as the splitting headache blurred my vision. Standing above me, the man let out a soft chuckle as he stepped over me, making his way over to the bed and sitting on the edge. I slowly lifted my head, still dizzy from the landing, as his eyes followed the outline of my body.

I was still in my training clothes, too tired to have changed out of the tight tank top and cargo pants. I had been perfecting my combat technique so that I could fend for myself, but it seems I was not yet ready to fight whoever the stranger in my room was.

"Here," he started, getting up from his place and reaching his right hand out to me. I stared at it for a moment, not sure if I should give in or not, though I could tell I would have to. I placed my hand in his, surprised by the contrasting warmth I felt compared to the hand he had caught my wrist in. He quickly pulled me up, causing me to launch into his chest, my left arm quickly wrapping around his bicep to steady myself.

"You can feel me up later doll, but can you explain what the hell you are doing in my room?" He taunted.

I realized that his colder hand was on the small of my back and I leaned back into grasp as I sneered "I could say the same for you..." I noticed the outline of dog tags imprinted underneath his shirt, glancing back up into his eyes with a wink, "Sarge".

He let go, allowing me the chance to step back and start searching for my knife. I could feel his eyes on me, questions waiting to be asked.

"You are Seragnet Barnes, correct?" I mused, grabbing my weapon from the corner and twirling it in my hand before replacing it in its holster. The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile at my maneuver, but quickly looked down and cleared his throat before replying.

"Yes ma'am. And I apologize for not knowing your name, as well as for throwing you," he grunted. It was suddenly a very formal manner in which he spoke. My eyebrow quirked up, as I spun on my heels and made my way into the kitchen, hearing heavy footsteps follow in time.

"Y/N".

"And what are you doing in my room, Y/N?" he said inquisitively. I was now the freezer for an ice pack, finding a floppy blue one in the back.

"I guess, I'm your roommate," I shrugged, putting the ice pack to the back of my head as I moved towards the bathroom.

"Wait, Sam told me I was meeting someone named "Y/L/N", they were gonna stay here for a bit," he retorted, once again following behind.

"That is my last name Blue Eyes. Need an ID or something?" I called over my shoulder, turning the corner to enter the bathroom, reaching towards the medicine cabinet.

"That still doesn't explain why you were on my bed," he scoffed, leaning against the door frame as I scavenged through the drawers.

"I didn't think anyone was living here. I was told I'd have a roommate, but I didn't think anyone had moved in yet. You have, like, no shit here. It looks like a hotel room," I critique, standing up with a shake of the bottle in my hand.

"I'm using your Ibuprofen" I say with mock respect. I move past him as I saunter back towards the kitchen. He can't help but laugh at this bizarre encounter and that I am truly not making this easy for him.

"You have a lot of sass for someone who just had their ass beat," he jeers, leaning forward on the counter between us.

All I could do was smile and shake my head, throwing the pills into my mouth and taking a swig of water.

"So, Y/L/N, why do you figure we Sam is rooming us together?"

"Love match?" I joke, placing the now empty cup in the sink and walking over to his side, leaning my back against the countertop.

He snorts, amused by my sarcasm once more. "Maybe, but I have a feeling it goes deeper," he says, turning to rest his side on the counter as he looks me over, clearly searching for something.

"You aren't gonna find any metal attached to me, Barnes," I report, turning to brace myself against the counter. "They messed me up in here." I gesture to forehead, softly tapping to get my point across.

His face falls as he realizes what I mean.

"HYDRA..." was all he could make out.

"They weren't just trying to make soldiers. They were trying to make spies. Hyper intelligent ones that can be manipulated without the risk of losing control or access, like a computer could. I am their failed experiment," I say softly. I chuck the ice pack into the sink, and make my way over to the window, rubbing at the back of my head.

"You have super soldier serum. I have an acute memory and the ability to calculate probable outcomes and human error. I remember..." I turn back to look him in the eye, "everything".

His mouth slightly gapes as he looks me over. "I was a lethal weapon when placed in sensitive situations. If I knew the possible endings of different scenarios, I could pick which one could happen."

He steps towards me, as if he was considering whether to comfort me. Before he could though, I straightened up and tried to scurry past him.

"I am so sorry for invading your space, I'll take my stuff out of your room. I can stay on the couch until-" The Winter Soldier cut me off, grabbing my arm before I could make it into the room.

"No, take the bed, please," he began. "I don't sleep in it anyways. Too comfy."

My eyes go from the grip on my arm up to his eyes, staring down at me, but with concern. I softened my face, providing a half smile as I nodded my head.

"Okay, Sarge. Let's eat though- I'm starving. You order the pizza while I take a shower. Then we can talk."

He let me go, looking down into my eyes, "I think I know your favorite kind."

I raised a brow at this bet, curious to see if he was right. "Alright...we will see..."

I turned and made my way towards the bathroom, looking back to see him still watching.

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Shit, I don't have my clothes.

I was dripping from the shower still and my hair was very haphazardly put in a bun to keep the water from dripping. I quietly opened the door and peeked my head out, searching for my new roommate. When I had determined the coast was clear, I scurried into the room, shutting the door behind me quietly. When I turned around, I shrieked to see James exiting my closet, a few shirts in hand.

"What the fuck Barnes!!" I choke, desperately clutching my towel, as I had almost lost my grip. He dropped the shirts to the ground, slapping his hand over his eyes in case I did lose my covering.

"Damn, Y/L/N, let me buy you dinner first!" He laughs, trying to make his way to the door.

"Oh you are SO paying for the pizza now Barnes," I fume, adjusting my towel and making my way to the other side of the bed where my bag was.

"So you're saying I can look?"

"You just scared me, I'm decent you prick". I kneeled down beside the bed, opening my bag to see that all of my clothes were missing.

"Are you. fucking. SHITTING ME?" I curse, banging my already sore head onto the side of the bed.

"What did I do this time," the soldier groans.

"No, it's not you, it's just that...well shit. My clothes are missing."

"Oh yeah. I threw them in the wash for you. You weren't carrying a lot, and it's a force of habit from the old days, I thought they would be done by now but-"

"Sergeant?" I interrupt, seething with rage and a tinge of embarrassment.

"Y/L/N?"

"I don't have any clothes," I hiss.

"oh." he says shortly. I press my face into the bed, trying not to scream bloody murder. Suddenly, I feel two soft things land on me, causing me to turn my face to the side.

"Sweats and a shirt. Don't do anything weird," he quipped, leaving me in the room alone.

I look down at the black sweats and navy blue shirt. It was soft, and smelled of fabric softener and pine. I looked up at the empty hallway as I heard the front door open and shut behind him as he went to get the pizza.

I slipped on the clothes and looked myself over in the mirror. I decided to let my hair down to air dry, and the rest of me looked swallowed in his clothes. His sweats were pulled tightly around my hips, exposing my stomach when I stood. The shirt would probably be form fitting on him, but it just barely gave me a shape, though my chest clung to the fabric. I didn't know what this meant, but whatever it was felt nice.

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"I got the pizza, and Sam already confirmed I was right about it being your favorite so..." James trailed off as he saw me standing in the kitchen, leaning over a brochure of sorts. I looked up to see him holding pizza in one hand and soda in the other as his eyes widened at my get up.

"No snappy remark, blue eyes? Wow, they just keep getting wide-" he cut me off by throwing the box down in front of me.

"Movie?" he muttered, quickly making his way past towards the living room.

"uh...okay. Can we watch 'Casablanca'?"

He turned around, looking at me with confusion.

"You know that movie? That was made almost 80 years ago."

"I'm a sucker for the classics, James," I say, grabbing the pizza and soda of the counter and bringing it to the coffee table.

"Bucky, please. We're gonna be living together and already saw you half-naked," he chides, sitting down on the couch and flipping it on with the remote.

"Okay, Bucky, do you remember the plot?" I probe, sitting myself next to him as I placed two glasses in front of us. I pulled my legs up to cross and adjusted the waist of my pants to sit above my stomach more comfortably. He was leaning back into the sofa, as I was turned to face him, waiting patiently for a response.

"I mean, I remember looking back on it and how terribly it depicted the war. It was not easy to find love abroad," he stated, reaching to grab a slice of pizza.

"Were you looking for love?"

"I was looking for fun. I was pretty sure I was gonna die, or at least not make it back. I was kind of right," he finished, biting into the slice.

"Yeah, not a lot of love in present day HYDRA safe-houses either. Not that I had time for it between missions, I say, leaning over to pour the drinks.

"Well what were you before...them?"

"A history student, if you can believe it. Wanted to study abroad and learn about wars, apply it to algorithms to prevent them. Seems like the common denominator was always men," I reply with a wink.

"I can't say you are wrong. But I am impressed. And now..."

"Now, I'm protected by the Avengers, er- what's left of them, and am able to use my skills for good. All of that history knowledge, everything I have ever learned and forgotten about, I can remember it all". I looked him up and down. "I didn't recognize you without the long hair and this stubble thing kinda threw me off, it's not the same as the pictures in the museum".

He adjusted his angle to better face me, curiosity etched across his features. "You really are something," he contended. The comment caused me to pull back, shocked by his honesty.

"I...uh..." I stammer, unsure of how to proceed.

"If you're going to say thank you, don't bother. It's just a fact," he noted, once more causing me to fall to silence.

He started looking up the movie, struggling with the technology of the remote.

As I studied him, the tension in his jaw, the stress he carries in his eyes, I realized I shared similar features.

"ты как я," I whisper under my breath, unsure if he even heard me.

You are like me.

I knew when he straightened up, and slowly looked in my direction.

"я знаю," he replied.

I know.

I reached my hand out to his arm, resting it on gently.

"What does this mean?" I asked softly.

"I'm not quite sure."

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The next morning, I awoke to the smell of deep roast coffee.

Bucky and I had spent almost the entire night talking. We skimmed around the dark parts of our past, knowing that there would be time for that, but instead got to know the things that really shaped who we are today.

He really enjoyed his time in Wakanda. It was incredibly healing for him, and allowed him a chance to find piece, something we ex-soldiers and spies rarely could get. He told me about his life in the 40s, or what he could remember. A lot of his memories has been formed with the help of Steve, which I knew caused him pain. But he also found happiness in retelling those stories, knowing that someone else will see him as more than the Winter Soldier.

I shared my experience abroad. I had been all across the USA, in Canada, both Iceland and Greenland, Poland, France, Italy, Turkey, London, and of course Sokovia. It was were I had been taken during my travels. I had never told anyone about this before, but I had felt so comforted knowing that he had been through something so similar.

I don't know when, but at some point in the night, I had ended up falling asleep propped up on the couch. When I woke up in my bed the next morning, I realized it must have been him. I looked down to see I was still wearing his shirt, and smiled to myself. When I got up, I found his sweats on the floor, knowing I probably kicked them off when I got into bed. I stepped back into them, pulling them up around my legs and tying them once more on my hips. I looked in the mirror, my hair limp and flat from sleep. Checking my phone, I walked out, scratching my head and rubbing my face, yawning as the coffee smell grew stronger.

"доброе утро," he greets me, smirking at the confused face I made.

"No Russian. Too early. Try again later," I mumbled, jumping up to sit on the counter. He held up the sugar, shaking it in my face.

"Two to three teaspoons please," I groan, pushing the container out of my face.

"Someone likes it sweet," he laughs, dumping in my unhealthy request.

"And creamer, if you have some," I added, smiling as he turned towards the fridge.

"Did you know you speak Russian in your sleep?"

"I bet you do the same. All HYDRA escapees probably," I mutter, taking the mug from his hands.

"Well, you will have to let me know sometime," he chides, taking a sip of his own black coffee.

"Last night was...."

"Traumatizing?"

"Yeah, but maybe healing too?"

"Good," he exclaims, walking over to the couch. He sits down, swiping his phone off the charger next to him.

"Before you have to go, do you want some breakfast?" I offer, scanning his response to my inquiry.

"Is that your power thing? You knew they would ask me to work today?" He questions, looking down at the phone and then back at me.

"It's a skill, not a power. I'm not a superhero," I laugh, getting out the contents for a breakfast sandwich.

"Yes, I would like one. But you already knew that didn't you?"

"No skills required. Tony texted me this morning too. We are training together."

He smiled. He almost looked excited.

"I'm gonna beat your ass again Y/L/N".

"You wish".

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Every day, we played out the same routine.

I would wake up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. I'd come out, thank him and proceed to make us breakfast. We would then go to combat training for a few hours. When he wasn't helping me, he was working on his own workout routine; often, he would put aside time to just focus on improving my knife skills. He would always joked that I showed promise after out first encounter, and then would promptly beat my ass in a knife fight.

After training, it would be time to meet Sam for lunch, chat about our personal lives (which were rarely separated from our work), as well as current issues in the Avengers, and the world.

Bucky always stayed close by when we were out and about, glancing over to make sure I was okay. I would signal back that it was okay, smiling as a way of thanks when I noticed him checking. The only time we went our separate ways for our "rehab plans" we called jokingly. He would go see his therapist while I went and saw mine. Then, he would meet Sam for a bit by himself, while I went back to our place and did paperwork. When he came home, we would decide on dinner and a movie, but would probably stay up the whole night talking and leaving the movie with at least 20 minutes to go (on a good night).

One night, after I had "magically" ended up in bed, I woke up to Bucky shaking me, yelling my name.

"Y/N! Y/N, it's me, it's Bucky! Come on Y/N, wake up!"

I was drenched in sweat and my voice felt coarse and raw. My heart was beating at an impossible rate, as I shot up to hold on to him.

"Y/N, it's okay, you're okay," he said, trying to calm me down as he pushed my wet hair off of my face. I was gripping his arms, trying my best to ground myself. My eyes were bloodshot and wet, as tears and sweat mixed down my face. His blue eyes were frantically searching me, making sure that I was okay.

"It was them Bucky, they were here, they were gonna hurt you, I couldn't move, they said the, they said the words Bucky, jesus I was gonna lose you Buck, I couldn't, I can't..." I trailed off, starting to hyperventilate as I buried my face in his chest, allowing him to pull me closer.

He held me against him, shushing me as he ran his hand through the back of my hair. His chin rested atop my head as I regained control of my breathing. As my heart rate lowered and the sound of blood rushing through my ears subsided, I heard him say softly:

"I could never leave you Y/N, I can't...you mean to much to me..."

I didn't know if he realized I heard him, but it made me relax into him a little more. We didn't move for I don't know how long, just holding each other, breathing in sync. I could feel myself start to get sleepy, and began to slump more and more into him. He could feel the wait of me on his chest, and softly laid me back into the bed. When I was settled in, he started to scoot backwards towards the edge of the bed, before I grabbed his arm.

"Stay. Please. Stay," I barely whispered.

He looked down at me, tucked under the covers in an oversized t-shirt with my hair a crazy mess around my face. My eyes were glassy and red from crying, but my grip on his arm was sure.

"Please Buck."

I pulled back the covers next to me, signaling the invitation that I meant it.

He was only in a T-Shirt and boxers in himself, but nevertheless, he climbed in anyways. As he slid down, I pulled myself into him, hugging his torso as the scent of his fabric softener filled my nose.

He wrapped his arm under my head and around me, the other to my back, sheltering me from my nightmares as I drifted back to sleep. When I woke up, my head was resting on top of his chest, his hand still in my hair. I could count his steady heartbeats over time, our breathing once more in time together. I glanced up to see his stubbly face, in a serene sleep. I had heard him up late at night, wandering in the living room. I am sure he had nightmares like me, but I was the unlucky one to have the first terror while we were roommates.

I couldn't help but realize that he put a shirt on.

He never wore a shirt to sleep.

I knew this because I had woken up a time or two to go to the bathroom, and he would be there, on the floor, practically shining as the moonlight radiated off of his skin. It was almost impressive.

So he put a shirt on when he came in to help me last night. I guess it is respectful of him. I mean, everything about last night, or at least what I could remember, made me feel safer than I had in a very long time. Bucky always made me feel safe, but now, lying on his chest, it was deeper than two former soldiers-it was intimate.

I couldn't stop myself, I inched slightly up, lifting my head to his face, practically nose to nose. I could feel him exhale as the air left his nose and tickled my face. I leaned down, just off to the right side of his mouth and softly kissed him. I couldn't kiss him on the lips, but I needed to put it out there, even if he was asleep. I laid back down next to him, facing the ceiling as I felt him softly stir next to me. I tried to discreetly roll away, my body turned away from him, screwing my eyes closed.

I could feel the bed shift underneath me as he awoke. I could feel him leaning over me, checking to see that I was "asleep". Then, I felt his lips on my forehead, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple.

"You can't get away with it that easily Y/N"

My eyes slowly opened, as if afraid I would see it was all a dream, and he wouldn't be there. Instead, he was looking down at me, his head cocked to the side with a crooked smile dancing on his lips. Concern was etched on my brow, though my mouth betrayed me in a half smile as I stared back at the blue eyed soldier.

"I uh-I didn't, uh, mean to wake you Bucky, I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me," I stuttered out, worried that I might have made him feel pressured to return the favor.

I was surprised when his arm reached for my waist, pulling me from my side to my back as he rested his hands on either side of me. Trapped underneath him, my train of thought was so far off the rails, my ability to even speak was completely hijacked.

"Y/N, you have no idea how long I had been waiting for you to do something like that," he confessed. I quivered underneath him, my only response to his words. He was now hovering above my torso, propped up on his forearms as he continued to ramble.

"I never wanted to pressure or impose anything against you. I thought that you felt it too, and I wanted to be a gentleman, but with last night and you wanting me to stay, and now this morning..., I just wanted to make sure that I am reading the signals right an-"

He was cut off by my hand on the back of his neck, pulling him up to my face where our noses connected once more. His eyes were piercing, searching mine frantically before I closed them and pulled him down. Our lips attached to one another, fitting together softly, one on top of the other. His arm slid underneath my back and pressed me into him as my arm wrapped around his neck, my other hand holding his face. I could feel the metal against my waist, but it was warmer than usual, probably due to being under the covers all night. After years of torture and pain for the both of us, this kiss made terrors of that night worth it. It brought him and I together.

As we pulled away, our lips still stuck to the others until there was enough distance to truly focus our eyesight on the other. Pupils dilated, chests rising and falling against each other, our status shifted from roommates to something more in seconds. Maybe we were always something more and we hadn't realized it until now. But none of the what ifs mattered now. Now, there was a certainty that Bucky and I had a future together.

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A/N: This made me cry. A lot. The angst, the coping skills, the little sparks of chemistry. I just love writing about this man. He is everything a girl could ask for. I will start writing a part two tomorrow and I can promise you, it is about to be a lot cuter, a lot smuttier, and a lot more BUCKKKYYYY.

Taglist: @n3ssm0nique @arctic-duchess @bluemoon-icecream

[dearkusuo]

Ch. 1 ☆ Last Christmas

Synopsis: You were intent on avoiding your ex-boyfriend all of winter break, however, your mom and her best friend had other plans lined up for you.

Pairing: Saiki Kusuo x reader

Tags: college au, fluff, angst

Word Count: 2.7k

m.list ▪︎▪︎▪︎ 1 ▪︎▪︎▪︎ 2

Thick clouds painted the darkening sky a dull grey while streetlights began to glow over the horizon. The cold air bit the skin on your cheeks, tinting them a shade of red the moment you stepped out of the car you parked by the curb. Your fingers fumbled to button up the coat you wore as a chill ran down your frame. 

You opened up the trunk to take out your belongings stored inside, promptly closing it shut soon after. The siren of your vehicle went off once as you locked it up, and you trotted to your porch, suitcase trailing behind while you dragged it along. 

 Flashy decorations were displayed all over your front lawn, and colourful lights were strung on the tiles of your roof. You resignedly shook your head at the extravagant presentation. 

Your parents tended to be overly zealous when it came to Christmas decorations. You’ve known that for as long as you can remember, but it didn’t make you any less hesitant to see the setup they arranged for the interior. 

Your hand drifted over the doorbell, leaving it extended in the air for a long moment. You hoped they remembered that you no longer have a house key and got home from work early. The sound of the bell rang aloud as you pressed the buzzer.

You instinctively flinched back when the door flung open seconds later. Your mother let out a squeal, wrapping her arms around you in excitement while you returned the tight embrace, a small grin gracing your lips. She hastily pulled you inside when a gust of wind passed by, causing you both to shiver. The change of temperature warmed your frigid body.

 The living room was lavishly accentuated with festive ornaments, just as you thought. Silver tinsel outlined the furniture while a heavily adorned Christmas tree noticeably stood at a corner of the room. Red stockings and green holly wreaths hung on the wall and the smell of gingerbread filled your nostrils.

Your brows lifted in surprise when you spotted your next-door neighbour sitting comfortably on your couch.

“This is unexpected,” you uttered.

Your mother’s best friend, Mrs. Saiki, stood up and ambled her way to you. She took your palms in her grip and greeted you with a hello.

"How long has it been?" She wondered.

"About a year," you answered plainly, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

She brought both her hands over her lips to cover up a gasp. "It’s been that long? You really should come home more often."

A deep hum left your throat as you courteously nodded along in agreement. You turned your attention to your mother with a puzzled look on your face when she lightly tapped your shoulder 

“Before you arrived just now, Kurumi and I were thinking that it would be a great idea for us to spend the holidays together, so we decided to have a small party on Christmas Eve,” she mentioned cheerfully.

You gave another nod and replied casually, “Alright.” The two women often spent time in each other’s presence, so it wasn't unusual for them to plan on spending Christmas together. It was probably just a get-together they were having with the rest of their friends. “You two have fun then.”

“Actually, it will just be both of our families attending,” your mother corrected.

Your tone dropped an octave lower, “Oh?”. The implication that you had to be present heavily dripped from her words. Were they really expecting you to tag along with them?

"We thought it would be a great idea since you don’t come home a lot, and all of us hardly see each other anymore."

“Kusuo just returned from college this morning, and even Kusuke is visiting for a while,” Mrs. Saiki blurted out excitedly.

"It'll be like old times," your mother added.

Like old times. When your families always spent time together. When you were together. 

It left a bitter taste in your mouth.

Your mother and her friend happily beamed at each other, oblivious of your deteriorating mood. The turn of events left you unwilling to participate in the conversation any longer.

"I gotta go unpack,” you announced. 

“Of course, you must’ve had a long day,” Mrs. Saiki exclaimed.

“It was nice seeing you again,” you conceded, keeping up a polite smile. She gave your hand a final pat before you retreated.

"Your dad is upstairs. You should go see him first," your mother suggested.

You mumbled an acknowledgement as you marched up the second floor with your luggage in tow. As was requested, you gave a quick greeting to your father before you entered your room.

The familiar space was left in a spotless and tidied condition that led you to believe that your parents regularly dusted and maintained it in your absence. Your bedsheet was neatly tucked in without a wrinkle to be seen, and your shelves were conveniently organized. Frantically, you went through your desk drawers to check if they had snooped through your personal belongings. 

You faltered once you opened the last compartment. The sight of a wrapped present left untouched caused you to momentarily pause in shock. Your handwriting was scribbled out in black sharpie on the gift wrap, addressing it to Saiki Kusuo. 

You never did get the chance to give it to him. Closing the drawer, you made a mental note to throw it out when you got the chance. 

 You looked out the window in musing. He must’ve known that you were coming back today. The dark, dull sky was tainted white by the snowflakes that began to descend to the ground.

You padded down the stairs late in the morning. The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air. Your father sat on the couch, watching the broadcast that was showing on the TV.

"Hey," he said with a wave of his hand. He briefly looked at you before returning his attention to the news channel. You gave a simple greeting in return.

"I made plans to meet with Chiyo and Kokomi today. We're eating out, so I'll be back in a few hours," you explained, already halfway to the exit.

"Alright,” your father responded idly, keeping his eyes trained on the screen. “Your mom and I made plans with the neighbours as well. We might not be home by the time you get back."

"Got it," you called from outside the door frame. You made your way to your car, hopping on the driver’s seat and revving the engine to life with a twist of the ignition.

The drive took a little longer than it usually would have, as the weather from the previous night left a thin layer of ice covering the road. Fortuitously, you had snow tires installed on your automobile beforehand, ensuring that you made it to your destination safely.

Your friends were already occupying a booth by the time you arrived at the diner. They bombarded you with conversation the moment you sat down, anxious to know what you’ve been doing for the past few months. You apprehensively informed them of what your mother and her best friend had planned for Christmas Eve.

"That's not gonna end well," Kokomi remarked.

"Tell me about it. What were they thinking?" Chiyo griped. "You’d think they’d know how awkward it would be for you and Saiki since you two are, you know, exes."

"I don't think they care," you grumbled in a distressed tone.

You crossed your arms over your chest, brooding over the unwanted encounter that was sure to happen.

"So, what are you gonna do?" Kokomi asked.

You shrugged wearily before responding, "I’ll probably stay for a bit, then dip whenever I can." 

There was a high chance that you’d somehow get roped back into the party, but you currently didn’t have any other solutions to your dilemma. Anything was fine as long as you could spend as little time with him as possible.

A ruminating silence fell between the three of you.

“When did you guys break up again?” Chiyo inquired.

“Last year, on winter break. Around this time of the season.” 

You directed your focus on the plate of food you ordered as memories of the previous December flooded your mind. Your nose crinkled in concentration.

“It must’ve been hard for you guys to be in a long-distance relationship,” Chiyo pronounced with a long sigh.

The distance was never an issue for the two of you since he could teleport to your location anytime.

“Yeah,” you mumbled.

 Towards the end of the relationship, it felt like you were the only one who cared enough to keep things afloat. You gave it your all while he usually lacked the initiative to make an effort out of the limited time your college workload would allow.

But it’s not like everything was his fault. You had to admit that you often pushed past his comfort zone when he was content with just spending the day peacefully at home with you.

It was your dynamic that ultimately convinced you to break up with him. The two of you simply weren’t compatible together. 

You quietly chewed on your food as you listened to the carefree chatter of Kokomi and Chiyo.

You parked the car by the curb of your house. Snowflakes fluttered to the ground once again as you stepped out of the driver’s seat. You hurriedly walked to your front door, eager to get out of the freezing weather. 

There was no response when you rang the buzzer.

You let out a frustrated groan as you remembered your dad saying no one would be home when you returned. They didn’t even bother to leave a spare key for you.

You pulled out your phone, scrolling through your contacts to seek temporary shelter from a friend. Chiyo would only pry into your love life again, and you didn’t like running into Kokomi's brother. 

At this point, your best option was to stay in a random store for the next couple of hours. Your teeth began to chatter as you walked back to the front gate, ready to start your car once again.

"Oh? Look who we have here."

Your head intuitively whipped around to the source of the voice. A man with pale blonde hair strode towards you. The headgear on his head strikingly stood out.

"Kusuke? What are you doing here?" you queried.

He cocked his head to one side at your bewildered gaze.

"Did nobody tell you I was visiting for a few weeks?” 

Your eyes widened in realization as you recalled the previous night when Mrs. Saiki passingly declared that her eldest son would be returning for the holidays.

“Are you locked out?" he probed, observing your shivering frame.

You nodded timidly, unconsciously pulling your coat tighter over your torso.

"Why don't you come stop by for a bit while you wait for your parents?"

You grimaced. Knowing Kusuo, he was probably at home, minding his own business, and an interruption from both you and his brother would only put him in a foul mood. Likewise, you’d rather avoid him if you could help it.

"No, that's fine. I'll just wait at a friend's house," you insisted, shaking your head in refusal. 

"But I'm guessing none of your friends are available."

You gritted your teeth. It was always difficult to break free from Kusuke’s snare. Judging by the smirk that crept on his face, he knew that his assumption was correct. Reluctantly, you let him usher you into the Saiki residence.

Kusuke offered you a cup of tea while you patiently sat on the couch. The heat it emanated warmed your numb fingers back to life. Your eyes roamed the living room that was decorated so extravagantly, it rivalled your own. At the back of your mind, you wondered if Kusuo had teleported someplace else while you remained in his house.

 Kusuke asked you simple questions about your college experience, people you met, and your part-time job. He was being polite enough that you almost felt bad for anticipating he'd ruin the moment by being his usual overbearing self.

"Are you seeing anyone at the moment?" Kusuke inquired.

There it is. 

You didn't see how that was any of his business. A short pause lingered between you two as you kept your mouth shut. You quirked an eyebrow up in bewilderment, waiting to see where he was getting at.

"Why don't you consider going out with me?" He grinned mischievously.

"That's a lame joke, even for you," you retorted.

"How can you be so sure that I'm joking?"

You scowled at him. Kusuke didn't like people. That was enough for you to believe that he was fooling around just to get a reaction out of you. 

'What do you think you're doing?' a familiar voice rang in your mind, provoking your muscles to tense up and your jaw to lock.

He appeared out of thin air. The sight of green lenses and antennae poking out of pink hair caused you to internally panic.

"Kusuo, I was just having a chat with our lovely neighbour here." Kusuke gestured to you.

'Seems like harassment to me,' Kusuo scoffed.

"Don't be like that. It’s not like I had any ulterior motives." Kusuke chuckled. He turned to you again and imparted with a smile, "Don't take anything I've said to heart. I was just teasing you."

You figured as much, but you still couldn't help the annoyed huff you let out. 

"Did you come down here because you were feeling left out? Do you wanna join in?" Kusuke asked his little brother in a disdaining tone.

Kusuo glared at the blonde man as he quipped, 'No. I’m here to tell you to be quiet. I can hear you from upstairs.' He shifted his attention to you. The blank expression on his face caused you to fidget under his gaze.

"I got locked out of my house, so Kusuke invited me to stay here while I wait for my parents to come home," you rambled, glancing down at your lap. Although he probably already knew that.

'I'll unlock the door for you.' 

Kusuo's footsteps lightly echoed off the wooden floor. You looked up after a few seconds to see him waiting expectantly for you by the exit.

Placing down the unfinished cup of tea on the coffee table, you scrambled up from the couch. You waved goodbye to Kusuke before following his younger brother outside, softly trudging on the snow beside him.

“You look well,” you commented.

Kusuo only gave you a curt nod, a strained silence following soon after.

What did you expect? He wouldn’t bother wasting time on small talk with his ex when he was already so eager to kick you out of his house.

Both of you halted when you reached your porch. The sound of a click went off as Kusuo's hand hovered over the lock.

“Thank you,” you politely murmured, letting out a sigh in gratitude. You brazenly stole a glance at him from the corner of your eye. Kusuo's lips were pressed into a thin line, and his eyes were downcast, as though he were contemplating deeply. You thought nothing of it, returning your gaze forward.

Twisting the knob, you pushed the door open and stepped inside your home. You turned your head over your shoulder to say a coy goodbye, but no words escaped your lips.

He leaned into you, stopping a few inches from your face. Your breath caught in your throat at the intense look he gave you. Your heart skipped a beat as your body ignored your brain’s protests telling you to move.

‘Are you doing alright?’ he mused.

You could only nod in reply.

‘I see.’ 

His brows furrowed the slightest bit as he pulled back. If you hadn’t known him for years, you might not have noticed the flickering emotion on his face. You turned your body around to get a better look at him. 

Was he worried for you? It was a possibility. The two of you left on a bad note after all, and Kusuo never liked hurting someone’s feelings. Even if he didn’t care for that person anymore.

‘That’s not the case.’

"Huh?"

He vanished before your sight, leaving you standing by the door frame. The cold air breezed into your home as you wondered what he meant.

[hnderyx]

Uh may i request YangYang and thigh riding n pet play?

Kitten - Yangyang (Smut)

Yangyang x fem!reader

Includes: thigh riding, pet play, oral on both male and female, typical smut things y'know. Nothing scary.

Please don't read if you're under 18! 🚫 I'm not tryna get sued.

I hope this is alright for you, anon. I tried my best & it's my first smut I've ever posted! Please enjoy.

Yangyang had invited you over for some time together. What you had expected and what you were currently doing were two totally different things.

Sitting and watching your boyfriend game with the other NCT members was not something you really wanted to do on a Friday night. Yet here you were, scrolling through Tumblr and reading smuts about the man in front of you, in hopes that it’d soothe your feeling of neglect. Of course, it only added to the want to have your lover between your legs. The dull ache was proving to be quite the annoyance.

“Yangyang, did you really invite me over just to have me watch you play Overwatch? I thought we were going to cuddle and watch Netflix or something.” His eyes continued to be glued to the screen. You could hear the muffled voices of his group members from the headphones over his ears. “Yangyang..?” You kicked the arm rest of his computer chair. He glanced at you momentarily before muting his mic and removing one of the cups over his ear.

“You alright, y/n?”

“I’d be more alright if you’d pay attention to me. I’ve been here for two hours and you’ve had your eyes focused on your monitor for the whole time. I even brought a gift for you, baby~”

“Just let me do a few more games, y/n. I need to get to Master rank. I’m so close, please.” He turned back to the game and put his headphone cup back over his ear again before clicking the back of it, unmuting the microphone. A sigh fell from your lips as you got off his bed, nearly fuming.

You were going to get the attention you craved, and you’d use your gift to him to do it, too.

Shuffling through the backpack you had placed next to his bed hours before, you pulled out the gift you had mentioned to Yangyang moments before.

-

After changing and admiring yourself in the dorm’s bathroom mirror, you snuck back into Yangyang’s room carefully to not have any of the other sets of eyeballs lay on you that may be around the dorm.

When you find yourself back in your boyfriend’s room, you make your way to his bed. The springs squeak as you get on all four. You make your way to the middle of the bed and sit on your heels, pressing your breasts together as you call Yangyang’s name. His eyes go from his monitor, to you. His eyes explore your body. From the white fluffy cat ears sat upon your head, down to the lace collar tied around your neck with a golden bell, and finally down to the pastel purple lace lingerie. He gulps and turns his attention back to the monitor, covering his mic before he speaks,

“You know if you just give me half an hour I’ll be finished here, right? Just half an hour...”

“You know that I can’t wait that long, Master. I need you now. Right now.” You mewled.

A moment of silence passes in the room, the only sound being the clicking of Yangyang’s mechanical keyboard as he manoeuvres his character to complete the objective.

“Alright, Kitten. If you’re this needy, then come ride my thigh as I finish this round. After this, I’ll be all yours. I promise” he says as he pushes himself away from his desk, holding his arms open. You nod and find your way to his lap, positioning yourself upon his thigh. You begin your gentle motions, rocking your hips. Soft sighs of contempt fall past your lips, the feeling of some type of stimulation lighting up your senses.

“Yangyang hyung, what’s that jingling noise?” Jisung’s voice echoes out of his headset and he halts. You smirk to him as you continue your movements against his thigh.

“It’s just.. The cats! Yeah, we got the cats new collars the other day and they have a bell on them! Louis is all over me right now. He’s so fucking needy for attention..”

The chat goes silent before Lucas speaks up.

“We never got the cats new collars. What are you even talking about, Yang?”

“Yes we did, you moron. We got them off Amazon. You just haven’t seen them yet” Ten’s voice booms through the headphones.

Ah, so someone did catch on.

As soon as the winning banner flashes across the screen, Yangyang exits the game and the Discord call. He takes off his headphones, setting them on his desk before grabbing your ass and guiding your hips at a better pace.

“Look at you, Kitten... You’re so desperate for Master aren’t you? You couldn’t even wait a bit for him to finish his game properly.” He growled, landing a firm smack to your ass. You let out a soft moan.

“I couldn’t wait.. I was reading naughty stories about Master and it got me excited for him..” You rested your head against his shoulder, face flush from embarrassment. “I was fantasizing about him and I feeling good together...”

“Hm, tell me what you read, Kitten. Tell me what you thought about” You sat upright, looking into his chocolate brown eyes. He reached up and played with the golden bell that hung off your collar, scanning your facial features. “Well, go on. Tell Master.”

“I read something about having sex with you while the members were home... they could hear how good you made me feel.” He hummed and gently grabbed your chin with his thumb and forefinger, guiding his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. He forced his tongue into your mouth, licking along your tongue. He tasted like mint. His spit was sweet, his tongue warm. Coupled with the movements of your hips against his thigh, you felt the dull burning feeling blossom in your lower stomach. Your mind grew to only focus on that feeling getting stronger and stronger. The kiss grew hungrier, sounds of wet kisses echoing throughout the room. Eventually, your orgasm snapped and you moaned into Yangyang’s lips as you came undone, clenching around nothing. He helped ride you through your orgasm, rocking your hips against his thigh gently.

He pulled back and lifted you by your thighs, plopping you down onto his bed. The springs groaned as he placed himself between your legs, supporting himself by placing his hands on either side of your head. Locking his lips yours again, he softly ground his hips down against your core. A moan erupted from your lips, but it was muffled as his tongue found its way around your mouth. Slipping his right hand down to your thigh, he gives it a squeeze before looping his index finger around the waistband of your panties. You lift your ass off the bed as he pulls them down your legs, leaving your core exposed to him.

“We’re leaving that on.. It looks beautiful.” He points to the bra that accentuated your breasts before leaning down and kissing along the ridge of one of the cups. He carefully moves the padded material aside and takes your nipple into his mouth, sweeping his velvety tongue over the erect nub, sending shivers down your spine. He nibbled your nipple softly before pulling back with a lewd ‘pop’. The way his eyes seemed to explore your hot and bothered form reduced you to jelly.

Yangyang lifted his hoodie over his head, exposing his lean but nicely built body. A small grin made its way to his mouth as he rubbed the outline of his dick through his skinny jeans.

“Don’t you think you should pay Master back for distracting him from his game? You made him disrespect his members, Kitten..” He unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans, along with his boxers, down his legs. He took his length into his hands, pumping it a few times.

“Take Master’s dick down your throat, Kitten.” You positioned yourself, your head dangling off the edge of the bed as he aligned the tip of his dick with your mouth. “Tap my thigh three times if it’s too much. I’ll stop immediately, alright?” You nodded, mumbling a soft ‘yes’.

He pushed his dick into your mouth, slowly. You gagged as he pushed himself in to the hilt, before pulling back and repeating the movement. He started to pick up speed, your attempts at moans only urging him to fuck your mouth faster. Thick spit from the back of your throat coated his length and made its way to your lips, some dripping down your cheeks. Your hand snaked down your body and made its way to your clit, rubbing gentle circles into it. Every thrust that he did into your mouth and every gag you produced just aroused you further, the lewd sounds filled the room.

Yangyang’s thrusts became faster, more inconsistent. You knew he was getting close, and you were preparing yourself to take everything that his dick offered you until he pulled out of your mouth. Chest heaving, you looked up at him with hooded eyes.

“I don’t want to finish yet. Get on the bed properly and spread your legs for me, Kitten” You did as you were told as he positioned himself between your legs, face centimetres away from your heat. He moved his hips, grinding into the bed as he spread you open for him. He licked a stripe up your heat before returning his tongue to your entrance and tracing a circle around it, he let out of a soft groan. It wasn’t new to you that your taste sent Yangyang’s taste buds to heaven. He busied himself with his face buried into your pussy, switching between quick licks at your clit with his fingers stimulating your g-spot and tongue fucking you as his fingers swiped over your clit. Loud and desperate moans left your mouth as you knotted your fingers into his hair. He knew your body like the back of his hand, and it was painfully obvious. Looking down at the erotic sight of him pleasuring you, you felt that familiar dull feeling building in your lower stomach and tightened your grip on his midnight locks.

“Master, I’m gonna cum.. Please make me cum.” You whispered, his eyes flicked to meet yours as his tongue slipped out of your heat.

“Cum for me, pretty Kitty” he purred before slipping his long digits into you again, massaging your sensitive walls. His mouth pressed itself around your clit, tongue licking painfully pleasurable circles around your bundle of nerves. Throwing your head back, you let out a nearly painfully loud moan, your contractions squeezing his fingers in a pattern that Yangyang adored feeling. He helped you through your orgasm, manoeuvring his fingers in and out of your heat.

“What a good girl... Cumming hard on Master’s fingers. You’re absolutely precious.” He removed the fingers that were coated in your juices and brought them up to his lips, licking the fluids off of them. Colour found its way to your cheeks. As much as you’ve seen this sight, it still renders you a blushing mess. “Now, it’s time to breed my Kitten, isn’t it? She wants me to cum in her tight pussy, doesn’t she?” You nodded, too embarrassed to say anything.

He lined himself up with your soaking entrance, pressing a kiss onto your lips as he pushed himself into you. A pathetic moan fell from your lips, only to be eaten up by his mouth A few moments passed as he slid his tongue into your mouth, tasting yours in a kiss that made both your bodies yearn for more. He began to rock his hips against yours, biting onto your lip. You both groan into each other’s mouths as the pleasure sparks through your bodies. The pace of Yangyang’s movements start out slow. His speed picks up as you let out soft meows in place of moans. His hips begin to snap against yours at a rough, erratic pace. Yangyang pulls back from your lips and grabs your legs, placing them over his shoulders to reach places inside you that has your vision hazy. His name flies out of your mouth repeatedly, in a near scream.

His eyes seem to devour your form in front of him. The way your bra pushes your breasts together, the way your face twists in pleasure with every thrust, how your plush lips move whenever you moan his name, all the way down to how nice your beautiful pussy takes his dick. You were truly beautiful. As his thrusts continued, he felt his orgasm building up.

He moulded his lips against yours before mumbling against them, “Master’s going to cum, Kitten. He’s going to fill you up so nicely..”

“P-Please, cum inside me, Master. I need it...” You whisper, reaching for Yangyang’s hand. He threaded his fingers with yours, giving your palm a soft squeeze. His thrusts become messy and uneven as he moans your name, hips thrusting shallowly against yours as he empties himself into you. You close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his muscles tensing and releasing. Gentle ‘I love you’s are exchanged as he pulls himself out of you. You gasp as you feel his seed run out of you and onto his bedsheets. It’s pleasurably warm and sends goosebumps all over your body. He reaches for his discarded t-shirt and cleans you up, before handing you an oversized sweater and a pair of basketball shorts from his wardrobe. You unclip your bra and remove the cat ears, placing them in your bag before slipping into the clothing that Yangyang had handed you. He slips on his jeans again, buckling his belt. “You thirsty?” He ask as he grabs a shirt from his wardrobe, pulling it on.

“Yeah, just a little..” You reach for his hand as he guides you out of his room and into the shared kitchen of the dorm. Eyes from the living room and some sitting around the dining table all look at you two, before someone speaks up.

“I didn’t know we had three cats” Ten chuckles, taking a sip of his Americano. Both Yangyang and your faces light a deep shade of red. “You may want to take that off, by the way, y/n..” he motions to something around his neck, It finally clicks to you and your hands fly up around your neck to feel the lace collar still decorating it. You quickly untie it before shoving it into the kangaroo pouch of your hoodie.

“We have three cats? Since when?” Asks Lucas, oblivious to what the sentence really meant.

[fruitcoops]

I think it would be really interesting for leo and sirius to talk ab how they both didn’t go to college and how they both joined the nhl at 18 but had v different upbringings

Ooo, I like this one! I’m always down for some Cap and Knutty bonding. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for mentioned bad parenting

“Kinda weird, isn’t it?” Leo said, breaking the nighttime silence after many long minutes of just their breathing. Sirius hummed in question. “Starting all this so young.”

Sirius made a noncommittal noise and Leo shifted, never taking his eyes off the sky. There was too much light pollution to see the stars properly in Gryffindor, but the roof of the rink didn’t have a bad view; the planes flying overhead brought pinpricks of brightness to the indigo blur.

“Was it hard for you?”

He heard Sirius’ coat move. “Was what hard?”

“Starting the NHL at eighteen.”

There was a long beat of silence. “Sometimes.”

“I didn’t know if I would make it,” Leo confessed, still barely above a murmur. Nobody else was around, but it didn’t feel right to talk in normal voices. The whole world was muted, save for the noise of the city below them. “There was just so much to do.”

Sirius laughed softly. “I hate to break it to you, rookie, but that doesn’t change.”

“How do you deal with it?”

“Before, or now?”

Leo thought for a moment. “Both.”

“Before, I would go home and shoot pucks until I was too tired to stand up. Sometimes I would read.” It wasn’t a secret, but it still made Leo’s heart hurt to remember. Nobody as kind and hardworking as Sirius deserved that. “Now, I make myself some food, take a shower, and steal Re’s softest hoodie.”

Leo could hear his smile in the dark—it echoed his own. “Nothing better, huh?”

“Nope.”

“Finn’s fit me best,” he mused. “But Lo’s smell better.”

“Ah, he finally discovered deodorant?”

“Shut up,” Leo teased, elbowing his ribs. Sirius laughed a little louder; in the light of the streetlamps and the absence of his granite-hard focus, it was easy to remember that he was only 26. Leo had worshipped him as a kid, but now he just saw Sirius for what he was. His captain, who guided him through the playoffs even when his personal life was crumbling apart. His older brother, though Sirius certainly wouldn’t think of him that way. His friend.

“Really, though, it’s important to have those connections,” Sirius said when they both calmed down. “Being alone is good, but only if you know you have people to talk to when you need them.”

“Was it easier when you weren’t living with someone?”

“No.” The answer was immediate.

“Sometimes I want the apartment to myself.” Leo lowered his voice unconsciously, then sighed. “It’s not because I don’t want them there. I just need to be alone. Wash the dishes. Clean my room. Call my mom.”

“You should tell them.”

He turned his head slightly; Sirius was still scanning the sky. “Is that what you did?”

“It took a couple hiccups, but yeah. If one of us needs some alone time, the other will go to the grocery store or take a walk, maybe hang out with friends. You just have to make sure your boys know that it’s not personal.”

“You’re freakishly good at sage advice.”

Sirius snorted. “Merci, rookie.”

“I’m not a rookie anymore.”

“Yeah, you are.” He raised his hands, as if outlining a marquee. “The Eternal Rookie, starring Leo Knut.”

Leo stuck his tongue out, feeling rather petulant about the whole thing. “Watch it, Cap, I’m gonna sic Dumo on you.”

“My own father?” Sirius gasped dramatically. “How could you?”

“Did you ever get homesick?”

The question was out of the blue—he didn’t blame Sirius for faltering. Honestly, Leo was kicking himself for asking in the first place, though he had been keeping it in for ages. Unspoken rule of the Lions #1: Don’t ask Cap about his childhood.

“I…” Sirius fell silent once more.

“I’m sorry,” Leo apologized, and he meant it. “That came out of nowhere.”

“I missed Regulus,” Sirius continued carefully without acknowledging him. “But no, I didn’t get homesick. I didn’t have time, or a real reason.”

Alone in a new city, finally out of a horrible living situation, but desperately missing the little brother he left behind… Leo couldn’t even begin to imagine going through it when the NHL by itself was already overwhelming to his teenage brain. He scooted an inch closer until their shoulders touched. “I get homesick every couple of months.”

“You have a kind family.”

“Have you even met them?”

“At the party.” Sirius’ smile was practically audible. “Your mother was very excited to see me.”

“Oh, god,” Leo groaned. “What happened?”

“She—“ He broke off with a laugh. “She was very nice, I promise, but I think I surprised her because she squeaked when I said ‘hello’.”

Leo shook his head. “Did you sneak up on her?”

“I’m six two, I can’t sneak up on anyone!”

“You walk like a fucking ghost, dude! It’s creepy!”

“Okay, rude.”

“I swear, you and Loops need to be belled like cats,” Leo huffed.

They lapsed back into comfortable quiet for a few more minutes as a train rattled past on one side and the metro busses rolled down Main Street on the other. It had taken Leo a long time to figure out Gryff’s layout, and even longer to get used to the sounds of the city.

“What does it feel like?”

Leo blinked, unsure if he had heard correctly. “What?”

“Being homesick.” Sirius shifted again and folded his hands over his stomach. “I didn’t notice much of a difference in practices when I started the NHL, and going back to my parents’ house wasn’t my exactly a highlight of my year.”

Curiosity overrode his tact and reasoning skills. “You never asked Logan?”

“Non. It was different, with him. He had already left to go to college before I knew him, and spent four years away from his family.”

“Right.” Leo forgot about that on occasion. That Finn and Logan might be five years older than him, but they had only been rookies a year or two prior. Not everyone went straight from their city select team to an official draft. “It’s hard to describe.”

Sirius made an understanding noise, but he couldn’t entirely mask his disappointment. Leo licked his lips and tried again.

“It’s like a piece of you isn’t where it’s supposed to be. And it keeps tugging on your chest, but you never know when it’s going to start and stop so you just… deal with it. You ignore it some days and you think about it other days.” He swallowed around the lump in his throat. “The hard days are when you remember you can’t go back to the way things were before. I don’t even call my mom sometimes, ‘cause I know it’ll make me sadder.”

“The way things were before?”

“Yeah, like—like all my classmates are in college, and I’m laying on a roof with one of the most famous hockey players in the history of forever.” That drew a light laugh from them both. “I’m gonna go back to my reunion in a couple years and have literally nothing in common with the people I used to be friends with.”

“Sometimes I wish I went to college,” Sirius said. “But I would have missed so much if I did. I don’t think I would have been happy there.”

“Finn and Logan get weird about college.” Maybe he shouldn’t be talking about it, but Leo had the feeling none of their conversation would leave the rooftop. “It was hard for them, with all their shit.”

“Re does, too.” He recognized the sad edge in Sirius’ voice; it was the same as his own. “For a different reason. It started good, and ended bad.”

“I’m glad I missed out on that,” Leo said, biting down the urge to scream at the universe for putting their significant others through so much hardship at an already-difficult time. None of them deserved the pain they went through. “Besides, it’s not like we need degrees to play hockey, and we’ll have plenty of money afterward.”

“I never thought about my life after hockey until my ankle.”

“My parents always pushed me to make sure I wanted to do the NHL instead of more school.”

“You’re lucky to have them.”

“I wish you did.”

The words hung suspended between them before Leo could swallow them back down, somehow dangerous and calming at the same time. It wasn’t like he had never thought about it before; he just hadn’t said it out loud. The first time he had seen Sirius’ parents across the rink had given him a case of the heebie-jeebies so strong he had to shower twice. All the times after that just made him angry.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Sirius’ voice was quiet, but not upset. “You’re not the first person to say it. I’m glad you feel like you can be honest with me.”

Leo frowned. “Well, yeah. Obviously.”

“I try really hard to not be an asshole captain, so it actually does mean a lot.”

“I don’t think you could be an asshole if you tried.”

The barking laugh that split the night startled Leo so bad he nearly jumped out of his skin; Sirius clapped a hand over his mouth, though he was still snickering. “Sorry, sorry, I just—holy shit, I forgot you didn’t know me before. Mon dieu.”

“You weren’t that bad,” Leo protested. “Pots said you used to be grumpier, but that’s it.”

Sirius shook his head, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. “I was such a dick. There’s not a single picture of the whole team where I’m smiling for about two years and I was such a stickler for the rules.”

Leo gaped at him. “You followed rules?”

“To the fucking letter. It was awful.”

“What happened?”

Sirius shrugged. “I got friends. Idiot friends who did things like showing me the easiest way onto the roof. Pots used to drag me up here every Friday.”

“Really?”

“Ouais.” Mischief flitted over his face. “He skipped date night with Lily once on accident, and she tracked us up here like a bloodhound. It was terrifying.”

“What did you do?” Lily was one of the nicest people Leo knew, but he knew better than to get on her bad side.

“Lied to her face while James hid behind that strobe light.”

“Did it work?”

“Are you kidding?” he snorted. “She called me a liar and suggested getting a better best friend. That was after she told James he’s better have something nice planned for their next date if he ever wanted to get in her pants again.”

“And yet you didn’t listen to her.” Leo tsked. “Of all the people on the team, you chose the hot mess.”

“Trust me, rookie, James had his whole life figured out compared to me.”

“Did you…” Leo trailed off and but his lip. He had pushed his luck a lot already; who knew if one more question would be the tipping point? “Did you ever think about coming out? Even just to Pots.”

Sirius didn’t hesitate. “After every single game.”

“For seven years?”

“Up until the day those pictures were leaked. Even more after Re and I were together.”

“How old were you when you knew?”

“13. You?”

Leo exhaled slowly. “I’m not sure. I think I had an idea of it as a kid, but didn’t really get it until I was in high school. My parents were even more worried about the NHL after I told them.”

“They worry a lot about you.”

“Only child, and I was going for a wildly unstable career path with no guarantee that I would ever see the ice.”

“They’re proud of you. More than you know.” Sirius’ watch beeped. “It’s ten o’clock. Are you supposed to be home?”

“I should probably make sure my boys haven’t burned down the apartment.” Neither of them made an attempt to move. “Can we do this again sometime?”

“Of course.”

You’re like a brother to me, he wanted to say. I don’t know who else I can talk to like this. “Thank you.”

“Any time. We don’t have to do extra practice beforehand, either.”

Leo nudged him gently. “You’re the best captain ever.”

“You’re the best rookie, rookie.”

“I’m not a rookie.”

“Yeah, you are.”

Yeah, I am, he thought as they laid side-by-side in silence once more with the past behind them and the future ahead. And if I end up like you, it means I did something right.

[itstheoneshot]

Oh, Baby

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Summary: As you make your way into the third trimester of your pregnancy, every day your partner loves you more and more.

Word Count: 3.1k

Pairing: Kris Wu x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Unprotected Sex, Pregnancy/Breeding Kink.

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It is time for you to leave, so you make your way to the front door. You are dressed in a t-shirt and loose cotton shorts, as they are the only things that fit you comfortably anymore. You see your shoes on the ground, and attempt to scuff your feet into them, but leaning down to pull them on properly is impossible for you now. You are 6 months pregnant, and your bump has gotten impossibly large, you have no idea how you are supposed to fit another 3 months of growth into your tiny body.

You feel helpless and stupid, not being able to do something as simple as tying up your own shoelaces, and with the unstable hormones that have plagued you throughout your pregnancy, such a small thing like this tips you right over the edge.

You break down, tears flow from your eyes, and sobs escape your mouth. You are so tired of feeling this way, it is so hard, you used to be proud of how independent you were, but now you can’t do anything at all.

It only takes a moment for your partner to hear you, he is so attentive, and it takes a moment longer for his footsteps to echo down the hallway as he rushes to make his way to your side.

“Oh, my love, what’s the matter?” He asks you worriedly.

You lift your gaze to meet his, finding solace in his beautiful eyes. Your tall, beautiful partner, Yifan, grazes his fingers across your cheek, as his other hand instinctively races to your stomach. You know that his first thought will be that something is wrong with the baby, though that is not the case. You are embarrassed about how upset you are, even more so than you are by your inability to reach your feet.

“I can’t get my shoes on.” You say, feeling even worse after saying it aloud.

Yifan smiles at you, and without a second thought, he picks you up carefully, and carries you into the living room. He gently places you down on the sofa, and kneels at your feet you tie your laces for you. You feel like crying all over again, having only just ceased your tears, as Yifan takes you into his arms once more, and walks you back to the front door.

“You just need to ask, baby. I got you, you know this.” He assures you.

You nod at him, your lips are settled in a pout, and you hear his words, but it is still so hard for you to ask for help. Yifan leans down to kiss you, before pulling on his own shoes and leading you to your car. He checks that your seatbelt is on properly, the sashes comfortable and safe in their position around your stomach, before he begins the drive to the hospital.

It is time for your regular scan, and Yifan took the day off work to be there with you. He does not want to miss a moment of your pregnancy, and you could swear he was more excited about this than you are. He has had baby-fever since the moment you two started dating, so when you finally fell pregnant, he was over the moon, as you were too.

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You lay on the hospital bed, with your shirt pulled up, exposing your stomach. The sonographer stands on one side of you, while Yifan sits on the other side, with his hand holding yours, and your fingers intertwined. The pair of you watch as the sonographer pours out the ultrasound gel onto your stomach, the cold sensation gives you goosebumps, but you are soon distracted from that, as the screen above you lights up, and you and Yifan get to see your little baby.

“Are you sure you still don’t want to know the sex?” The sonographer asks.

“I don’t want to.” Yifan answers, before you get a chance to, though you feel the same.

“I want a surprise.” You add, “It doesn’t matter, anyway.”

“Well, they are growing well.” The sonographer says.

You smile at this, as Yifan’s grip grows tighter on your hand, you glance over to see him staring back at you, eyeing your stomach, gazing up and down your body. You cough, gaining his attention, and he turns his focus back to the screen, though you stare at him a moment longer to see a blush run to his cheeks. The baby’s measurements are taken, to make sure that everything is going well, and the sonographer has no concerns with what he finds.

“The baby is taller than average, though.” He says.

“So they take after their dad.” You laugh, glancing at the 6’2 man you are head over heels in love with.

As your appointment finishes, you wipe your stomach clean with the tissues provided, and pull your shirt down. The sonographer hands you an envelope with a few photos from the screening, and you already plan on where they will go at home, on your refrigerator, alongside the ones you have received at previous scans. Yifan helps you stand from the bed, and you leave together after paying for the ultrasound.

“Where do you want to go for lunch?” You ask, referring to the plans you two had made last night.

Yifan looks over at you, as he does up his own seatbelt. He seems, flushed, maybe nervous, you are not sure what is going on with him, he does not seem his usual self.

“Can we just go home? I’ll make you lunch, we have plenty of food... I just, I’m not feeling great.” He says, scrambling for words.

“Of course, are you okay?” You ask him.

“I’m fine, baby. I just want to be at home.” He replies.

You do not push him to talk, instead you lean your head back into the seat, and reach across to take his hand. His palm is sweaty, and you wonder whether he has a fever. You did both have your flu shots only a few days ago, so you think that it may be a side effect from that, though you are feeling fine.

Yifan focuses on the road, he is an even more careful driver now that you are pregnant, so protective of you, even if he loves cutting corners, and driving fast, and you keep an eye on him, just to make sure that he is okay. He seems to get more agitated as you get closer to home, and you feel grateful to not live far from the hospital, as Yifan soon pulls into your driveway. As soon as he has parked, he rushes around to open the door for you and help you out of the car.

He holds you around the waist as you walk inside together, his large hand is splayed out across your larger stomach, you feel the baby kick, recognising the warmth, and familiar feeling of Yifan’s hand on you. Once inside, Yifan kneels down to take your shoes off, though his gaze is fixated on your stomach, he really is not his usual self, clumsy with his hands, as if in a trance.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Yifan?” You ask him tentatively.

Instead of responding straight away, he leans forward to kiss your stomach, lingering there momentarily before standing up again.

“Your feet are swollen, baby. Come, let me get you comfortable.” He says, avoiding your question.

Before you can protest, or push him for an answer, he picks you up, just like he did before your appointment, and carries you into your bedroom. He sits you on the bed, and gives you a pointed look, telling you to stay put, as he rushes out of the room, ignoring the confused look on your face as he leaves.

You hear the faucet running in the next room for a couple of minutes, and then quiet, and finally Yifan’s footsteps coming back towards you. You laugh as you watch Yifan walk back into the room, with a bucket full of hot water to soak your feet in. He is careful not to spill it, as he places it on the ground in front of you, and he kneels down to help you balance as you put your feet in one by one.

Yifan leaves the room again, only to return with a glass of water for you, pregnancy has made you so thirsty all the time, and hot, you are always so warm, with all the extra blood running through your body, supporting the growing baby. You sip from the glass, as he kneels down in front of you again, and you watch as he takes one of your feet into his hands, massaging it, hoping to make your pain subside.

God, he treats you like a fucking Princess, you close your eyes and focus on how nice it feels, your boyfriend’s large hands are like magic. He swaps to the other foot, and then uses one hand on each, until you feel that the swelling is finally going down, and you open your eyes again.

Yifan is gazing up at you, his cheeks are red, and he looks flustered. You still worry that he is unwell, as you lean forward to cup his cheek with your hand. The position is uncomfortable for you, with your stomach getting in the way, but you want him to know that you care for him as much as he does for you.

It is only now that you notice why Yifan is acting like this, as your eyes are drawn to his crotch, to the very clear outline of his cock through his jeans, hard, standing at full attention. Yifan notices you staring, and he tries to readjust, not being as inconspicuous as he would like to be, you smirk at him, it is so endearing when he wants you like this.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong now?” You tease him.

“I just... fuck you’re so fucking hot, carrying my fucking baby.” He replies, running his hands up your bare legs.

“Oh, really?” You ask.

“Mhmm,” He replies, moving to kiss up your legs, “Just makes me want to fucking breed you again.”

He bites gently at your flesh, leaving tiny teeth marks on your inner thighs, the sensation sending arousal coursing through your body.

“Would you like that? Daddy fucking you so good, filling your pretty pussy up with his cum? Gonna keep you pregnant forever, I think.” He purrs, now kissing across your tummy.

He lifts your shirt over your stomach, and you raise your arms for him to pull the fabric up over your head. He takes a hand to your breast, fuck they’re sensitive, swollen, already preparing for the baby you are going to be giving birth to in just a few months.

“So fucking sexy, baby, god you’re so fucking sexy.” Yifan growls, reaching behind you to unhook your bra, and you assist by pulling the cotton from you.

Yifan stops momentarily to tear his own shirt over his head, muttering an ‘it’s too hot’, before he leans in to kiss you. His hands explore your body while you run your fingers through his hair, he has one hand splayed out across your stomach, while the other palms your breasts, and then moves down to find position at your core, teasing you through the thin cotton shorts you’re still wearing.

“Let me fuck you, holy shit, please let me fuck you.” He begs, as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him as close to you as possible, despite the awkward bump in your way.

“You really want me, huh?” You ask him between kisses, you nibble on his bottom lip, making him gasp, allowing your tongue into his mouth to taste him.

“Please, baby, Daddy needs his fill.” He moans, instinctively grinding into you.

“Hmm... only because you asked so nicely.” You reply, tracing your fingers down his back, settling at the waistband of the denim he is wearing.

He hastily reaches down to unbutton his jeans, furiously pulling at the tight material, tugging it down his thighs. As he does this, you hook your fingers under the elastic of his boxers, begging for him to help you, his desperation has influenced you, and you fucking need him too.

Yifan helps you remove his underwear, leaving him fully naked and you still in your shorts, Yifan then guides you further back on the bed, rested up against the pillows. You know you are not allowed to lay flat on your back, the midwives remind you of this every time you have an appointment at the hospital, it is dangerous for the baby. So you find a position, half laying, half sitting up, comfortable for you both.

“Fuck, I could cum just looking at you.” Yifan sighs, as you lift your hips up so he can pull your shorts and panties down.

You glance down at your body, pretty pink stretch marks adorn your stomach, Yifan leans down to kiss and lick along each and every one of them, just as he takes a hand to your entrance, teasing your growing wet, making you needy, as he slides one finger in.

“Just fuck me already.” You whine, not wanting to wait any longer.

You lift your hand to your mouth and lick your palm, coating it slick, to take your hand to your partner’s cock. You stroke him, transferring the spit in preparation as lube, Yifan’s breathing staggers, as you tighten your grip on him, before letting go as he places his hand on top of yours.

He lines himself up, with your now dripping cunt, and though you have fucked a thousand times, at least, if not more, you are still breath-taken every time at the sheer stretch required to take his size in. Yifan is careful in his movement, positioning himself just right so that he does not push against your stomach, as he thrusts in as deep as he can go.

“Fuck... Look at you taking all of me, god, you’re such a good girl.” He praises you, as he pulls back to thrust into you again.

“Your cock is fucking perfect, Daddy.” You moan, crying out as his cock hits you where you see stars.

He takes a hand to your breast again, teasing your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the overload of pleasure has you panting, clenching around his cock, as he continues to pound into you.

“Oh Jesus... fuck.” Yifan moans, and you gaze down to where he is staring, at your breast in his hand, you’re fucking leaking.

He leans down, taking your breast to his mouth, his tongue swipes at the bud, clearing away the droplets that have formed, though you are so aroused now you do not think they are going to stop. Yifan hums into you, fuck, you have never seen him turned on like this, you knew that pregnancy was his... thing... but you had no idea just how much it was so.

His forehead is beaded in sweat, and you can tell how hard he is trying to keep it together, you have not cum yet, although you are close, but you feel like Yifan would beat you to it if he let himself go. Though he is not one to cum first, always simultaneously or after, you know him too well, but you do not want to hurt him, so you focus on the pressure building in you, the way his cock thrusts at just the right angle, the way he grinds into you every time he bottoms out.

“Daddy’s so close, baby. Gonna cum, gonna get you fucking pregnant again, you want that, huh?” Yifan grunts, you can tell now that he will barely last another moment, though you too are dizzyingly close.

“Please Daddy, I need you to fill me, want all of your fucking babies.” You cry, feeling your orgasm as it reaches it’s peak and breaks through.

Your words were more than enough for Yifan, as only seconds later he follows suit, moaning in sync with you as he releases, doing exactly as he promised, filling you to the fucking brim, you are both lost in the moment, you can’t think straight as he fucks his cum deep into you, not stopping until he is running on empty.

“Shit, you’re so good to me, baby.” He praises you as he pulls out, though you are not bare for long, as he replaces his cock with two of his fingers.

He thrusts his fingers deep into you, while teasing your clit with his thumb, god damnnit he is gonna make you cum again, you just know it.

“Can’t let Daddy’s cum go to waste baby, hold it in for me, feels good, right?” He asks you, though you are so sensitive right now you can’t even begin to try and answer him.

After only just beginning to descend from your first orgasm, your second builds in record time, though you expect no less from your incredible partner, he knows you better than you know yourself, fuck, you are close again. Your body writhes under his, legs shaking, breathing laboured as you try to stay focused on the unexplainable pleasure you feel.

“Cum for Daddy, sweetheart. That’s a good girl... just like that.” He guides you.

You are done for, you pull Yifan forward by the neck to kiss you, moaning his own name into his mouth as your body convulses to his touch, and his fingers fuck you through your high perfectly, until you can’t take anymore, and you grab his wrist to stop him.

“Fuck, you’re fucking perfect.” Yifan sighs, kissing you again, before taking his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean.

“I love you.” You smile, grazing his cheek with your fingertips.

“I love you too,” He replies, “Now stay there, I’ll run the bath, and make your lunch, and... what else do you need?”

You chuckle, because of course he is back to his over-protective, caring self as soon as his head is clear, as soon as he has released the pent up desperation he had. You are lucky, so fucking lucky, you look down at your stomach, and then up at the man in front of you, grateful for all that you have. You reach out and take his hand in yours, guiding it to rest on your bare skin, you hold his hand down firmly.

“The baby’s kicking.”