#once in awhile I have to indulge the insanity

[ceruleancattail]

Serial Killer Rook thoughts:

Tw: Yandere, gore, implied murder, Rook’s very suspicious

Maybe he’s just that one guy living in a lonely little cabin by the lake. Nobody really knows much about him. At most, the villagers could only describe how he looked like, or how peasant he was. “A charming young man” was the most you’ll get out of the villagers’ chatter.

As the “delivery service” of your town, you cycle around on dirt-paved roads, running errands for the townsfolk for a small price. It ain’t much, but it’s an earnest living.

Occasionally, you drop by. Knuckles rapping away on that wooden door, calling out Rook’s name. You figure as someone passing through, it’s your duty to make sure that he hasn’t just upped and died. Rook answers your call promptly, a gentle smile dancing across his lips as he opens the door.

Ah, how nice of you, darling . Taking the time out of your day to check in on him. Oh, just look at you! How exhausted you must be, cycling all this way.

Wouldn’t you come in for a cup of tea? Rook never takes no for an answer, casually shooting down every excuse you could come up with. His arm soon finds itself way around your waist, carefully ushering you into his cabin.

Gently guiding you towards his living room, before those skilled hands of his busy themselves. Pouring you a cup of tea, asking questions. Rook’s way of making small talk, you reason.

What’s your favourite animal?

Oh, those? They were tricky to hunt, that’s for sure. Rook’s caught some before. Maybe next time you could drop by to see him in action.

Favourite colour?

Ah, how beautiful. Rook very much admires that particular shade as well… what an odd coincidence. He’s seen some wildflowers in that colour. Would you care for some blossoms?

How’s life been, in the village?

Ah, is that so? Rook prefers a quieter life, in the woods with nothing but the melody of nature to keep him company. It’s mediative, in a way. Maybe you should try, sometime.

You answer most of them light heartedly, laughing politely. Quipping back some questions of your own, you lean forward expectedly. Only to be greeted with a placid smile, before Rook turns the tables once more.

Emerald eyes staring into yours unwaveringly, their gaze burning into your irises itself. There was something unnerving about the intensity Rook’s eyes had, but you shrugged it off as just… a quirk of his. Yes, it had to be. He had to be focused, as a hunter living off the land… right?

A little weary from the constant bombardment of questions, your eyes flicker around the room, trying to find something else to talk about. Glancing at the walls, your eyes narrow in confusion. Most hunters you’ve known frame at least one or two of their exploits on the walls for the world to see. Even if taxidermy wasn’t their thing, at least there’ll be a photo or two.

Rook didn’t have that. His bows were framed on the walls, yes. Some metal crossbows, strings pulled taunt, ready to fire at any time. These laid beside more traditional bows, ranging from the natural hues of wood to the metallic sheen of steel.

Yet there weren’t any animals in sight. Only… pictures. Pictures of people in black and white. Going about their day. Most of these seemed to portray people in their most natural state, walking around, running errands… all the mundane activities of everyday life. But one thing struck you as odd.

None of them seemed aware they were being photographed. Out of all the photos on the wall, none of the subjects were looking into the camera. How odd.

Turning towards Rook again, you remark about how devoted he was to his craft. Surely to amass such a collection, he must be rather passionate about photo taking. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Rook stiffen ever so slightly, a sinister glint gleaming in his eyes. Before it resumed its usual calmness, the placid smile clicking right back into place.

Well, yes… you could say he was very passionate about what he did. These people have treasured the photos Rook took of them… until the day they died.

A chill ran down your spine. You laugh nervously, remarking about how late it was. You should really be getting back to work. For a moment, Rook refused to move. A bead of cold sweat ran down your back, heart thundering away in your chest. Panic rushing through your veins, nothing but the pounding of your pulse beating within your eardrums.

Until finally, Rook got up. He walked you to the door, lamenting that you had to go so soon. It’s so rare he got any visitors. It’s rather lonely all the way out here in the wilderness….

Before you could even think, words slipped right past your lips:

“I’ll come back again. Maybe you can take my photo then?”

The ghost of a faint smirk danced across his lips as he clutched at your hands, proclaiming his gratefulness in elaborate prose. Before you stepped out of his door, Rook places something in your palm.

A necklace of… sorts. A silver charm was threaded through it, in the shape of an arrow. A lucky charm, Rook explained. It’ll keep you safe. Well, as safe as the circumstances allowed, he chuckled.

It used to belong to a client of his, but as of now? They… no longer have any need to use it, you see. So now Rook bestows it upon you! Ah yes, silver looks terrific on your neck.

Waving hesitantly , you cycle away from his cabin. Heaving a sigh of relief you had no idea that you were holding. An odd man… but charming, strangely enough. You guess you could pay him another visit the next time you were out.

Just… another one. To keep him from getting too lonely, Y’know?

From the window of the cabin, Rook stood slyly to the side. Parting the curtain with a single finger, watching you go. Goodness, how adorable. The darling on their bicycle, cycling off into the distance.

How defenceless.

Oh, how did he wish to reach right over, and trap you in his embrace. Rook could tell you were getting unnerved. With your gaze flitting all around, avoiding his own, with your trembling fingers as you pushed yourself off his armchair, clumsy excuses about the time….

Goodness, you were rather adorable, were you not? The silver necklace around your neck fit you perfectly, as well. As expected from his beloved cherie! Worry not, a charm is placed in the arrow itself. Harm will never befall you… well, unless you take it off. Rook wouldn’t know where you were, then. It’ll be hard for him to protect you, then.

That silver chain looked gorgeous around your neck, on that tender, soft skin of yours…

You couldn’t blame Rook for wondering how his own silver arrows would look like, impaled deep into your skin.

[shiemori-writes]

"Just Rest, For now."

PAIRING: First years x reader

SUMMARY: After awhile of observing you throughout your hangouts, your friends had taken notice of your recent sluggish behaviour, knowing you'd be too stubborn to take a break, they decide to take matters into his own hands.

CONTAINS: angst w/ comfort, gender neutral reader, 2nd person pov, first years being sweet bc i need comfort, could be read as either platonic or romantic

Notes: This fic is purely self indulgent man Im just tired and want comfort and it resulted to this, sorta shorter than my other works but eh

"How long has it been since you've had proper rest again?"

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Being the ramshackle prefect was tough.

With every task and with every fight along with trouble brewing everywhere you went, it's been insanely difficult to get any amount of rest- not to mention you still needed to keep up with your studies on top of that. Balancing your normal life in your own world was hard enough, but ever since you've been teleported to Twisted Wonderland for whatever reason, it's been nearly impossible to keep up.

A magicless prefect, that's all they'll ever see in you. Someone who serves no greater purpose in this world, a tool, an errand runner, the list goes on.

It's not fair.

None of it is.

Exhaustion followed your every move, your pace sluggish as you stand up, the adeuce duo and Grim growing more and more concerned. The bags under your eyes didn't help either. Normally Ace would tease you but...Just this once, he thinks, he should keep quiet and bite his tounge.

Walking through the halls, you yawned, eyes barely open as you nearly collided with the wall infront of you.

"Whoa whoa there, heh- how about let's just sit down for now, yeah?" Deuce nervously laughed, trailing behind you with Ace and Grim. "Yeah!! We cant have my henchman to getting injured on my watch!" Grim huffed, arms crossed. Ace merely nodded, humming as he went to a vending machine nearby. "Here, my treat, k?" he said, offering you an energy canned soda. Your eyes widened, in shock by your friend's genuine concern for you. Smiling sheepishly, you thanked Ace, feeling warmth spread throughout your face.

He puffed out his chest triumphantly "Of course~ what friends are for yeah?" he cooed teasingly squishing your face, much to your annoyance...But- It was greatly appreciated, that's for sure.

Classes have come to an end, and just like that the days over. Sighing in relief you head over to ramshackle, ready to pass out on your bed. Turning the door handle you jump when you noticed the first year gang in your room, various snacks scattered around the room and blankets...And was that a pillow fort?

Speechless, you turned to them to open your mouth, but no sound came out. Epel had been the first one to speak up.

"Ace and Deuce says you've been tired lately- I noticed too, so we all decided-"

"On a sleepover!" Ace interrupted, yelling happily, seemingly proud of himself for coming up with the idea. Rolling his eyes, Epel huffed pushing away the redhead. "Yeah, I was just about to say that, y'know?" He pouted. As the two bickered with Jack trying to calm them down, Deuce patted down on an empty spot beside him, smiling as he urged you to sit down with them. In doing so, you spotted Sebek in a corner, pjs and all, embarrassed, he avoided your gaze. "Hmph. You should really take care of yourself more human!!" he yelled out, trying to hide his concerns. "Also! do not get the wrong idea!! I had been forced to come here!! This is all ridiculous in my opinion." He huffed out, hearing Ace snickering behind him, who had seemingly stopped bickering with Epel. "You say that but you were the one who got the others to join in to begin with" he sneered, going from chuckles to a full on laugh as Sebek hit him yelling at him profusely to shut up.

Smiling at the sight of your friends who had taken the time to host this for you, you tugged on Sebeks sleeve, wanting to get everyones attention you started;

"Hey..Thanks for this guys, It means a lot." you said, letting out a genuine smile.

They all looked at you, Deuce being the first one to speak up this time.

"Of course!! You do a lot for us prefect, more than you should be doing as a student- and, as your friends we want to make sure youre doing well too!!" he beamed, enthuasiasm and care in his voice. Jack nodded "Yeah. It's the least we can do to ease your worries, right?" He muttered, looking away as his face reddened, trying to prevent his tail from wagging when you cooed sweetly at him.

Getting in a cuddle pile per request, you had managed to hug them all, Ace acting smug when hes flustered, Deuce and Epel enjoying your warmth, and Jack and Sebek being stiff, but returning the gesture.

Feeling yourself yawn, you close your eyes as you start to drift off to slumber.

"Good night guys.."

"Good night, (name). Rest for now, alright?"

END ༆

[ankaaz]

El did I send an ask or did tumblr eat it lol? Maybe I didn’t lol.

Anyways, I’ve been nerding out about the James Webb photos. So fucking cool. I was word vomiting about it to my coworkers.

Also wanted to congratulate you on your job. I’m glad your effort was rewarded in the end 💕. Job hunting fucking sucks.

And omg el, I’m so happy rn. I went out with coworkers the other day. And I have plans to go out with another one soon. And two of my coworkers told me they smile a lot when we work together 🥺. And this one supervisor at the store I trained at says hello and talks to me when he sees me. Like I’ve always convinced myself I’m super unlikeable, so it’s really insane to me this is all happening. But I’m happy I’m being more social because I used to be cripplingly shy.

I was also thinking of a Haikyuu barista au. I was salivating thinking about sakusa in an all black outfit with the red apron. Can u imagine just watching him make drinks. Beautiful. Me and atsumu would make him make tiktoks with us all the time. Capitalize on his good looks.

And now I like black cold brews. Which I totally thought would never happen because I don’t like coffee much lol. I also like iced quad espressos with soy milk. I still like the sweet drinks, but I’m trying to limit the sugar I’m having lul. Fr you can have up to five drinks a shift, it’s insane. I try to cap it at two or three lol.

But el, you should try a matcha frappe made with heavy cream(but the default milk is fine too) sub peppermint syrup with frappe chips. It tastes like mint chocolate chip ice cream 🤤. My one coworker gets it with extra ice so she eats it with a spoon. I get it every once and awhile, because it’s quite indulgent lol.

this is the only message I've gotten from you, so the good ol hellsite must've eaten it :((

the james webb photos are SO cool!! I'm still geeking out over them tbh, I adore them. I am a very big space person haha, so the side by side comparisons have me screaming.

ahhh tysm!! I was definitely reaching the end of my patience with job hunting so I'm really glad this one worked out haha.

ooh that's great! I hope you had so much fun!! it's always so nice when the people around you help with deconstructing things you thought about yourself (in a good way, ya know?). I've totally had the same experience because I'm pretty quiet irl and it makes me nervous people think I don't want to be around them, but whenever someone tells me that's not true or says smth else nice internally I go !!! haha.

ugh... Sakusa... in EH there's a scene where he cooks and I was salivating over him wearing a black apron because I am Down Bad for that man. but him at starbucks... gah a dream come true. lmao, any tiktok you two make with him would get like 10x more views than normal I bet.

welcome to the dark side >:) hands down tho my favorite drink is the vanilla sweet cream coldbrew but do 2 pumps van syrup and 2 pumps peppermint. I've probably reced it before and I'll rec it until I die I swear. and 5 drinks per shift??? dude I'd be so hyper if I worked there lmao and have the most insane sugar crashes.

ooh I'm not a fan of frappes, but I'll tinker with it and maybe get a matcha w/ all the specifications. I am a sucker for mint choc chip anything hehe

[breadqueen95]

Dress - Bucky Barnes

bucky barnes x fem!reader

wc: 5k

plot: bucky and y/n’s relationship is new, and they don’t want to share with their friends just yet. but something as simple as a dress can change anyone’s mind, even the winter soldier. 

content warnings: kissing. physical affection. flirting. allusions to sex. drinking. being drunk. language. bucky being a flirt. 

a/n: this is for @natasha-romancff and her taylor swift writing challenge! it took me awhile, but i’ve had a ton of fun writing this. so many bucky fics are angsty, and rightly so the man has some TRAUMA. but for my first bucky fic, based on dress by taylor swift, i wanted something happier for him 

***

Damn. That was a lot of leg.

“I don’t know,” you muttered as you stared into the mirror, “aren’t these things…a little classier than this?”

“Uh…have you met Tony Stark?” Natasha grumbled as she continued to scroll through her phone. “The man has never been classy a day in his life.”

“Well I know he isn’t, but fancy people show up to these things. I just don’t want to embarrass myself.” You were currently standing in front of the full-length mirror in Wanda’s room, staring at the reflection of a woman who didn’t quite look like you.

But it was you, wasn’t it? It was just…that you was wearing a very short, very sexy red cocktail dress. The sweetheart neckline was a nice touch, but the back was completely open. And that hemline? Definitely hiked way up past your knees.

“Y/n, relax,” Wanda reassured in her lilting accent, “sure, the dress is a little…spicier…than you’re used to, but it’s in a good way.”

“I’m pretty sure every single person would be able to tell I spend my days in tactical gear. God, I’m not sure I even know how to walk in heels this high!”

Heaving a dramatic sigh, Natasha threw her phone down and looked at you in the mirror. Her eyebrows were raised, and she was giving you her usual ‘don’t give me that shit’ look. It nearly had you shaking in your very strappy black heels.

“Are you kidding me, y/n? I’ve seen you strut in enough fancy parties during undercover missions to know that you’ve got this.”

“Yeah,” Wanda scoffed as she took a sip of red wine from her glass, “all she’s nervous about is what Bucky will think.”

Rolling your eyes, you tried to hide how much that sentence affected you.

“C’mon, Wanda. You know Bucky and I are just friends.”

“Do friends undress each other with their eyes whenever they’re in the same room?”

Damn it. Damn Wanda and her stupid perceptiveness.

“You’re reading too much into it, Wanda.” She just laughed at you, acting like she knew so much better.

What you knew and wasn’t ready to admit to your two best friends, was that she was right on the money.

Bucky Barnes, the infamous Winter Soldier, your favorite person in the entire world, was now your boyfriend. He had been for a few weeks now. The two of you were insanely private people. Hell, it had been years before the two of you had finally learned everything about each other. Once you had gotten past the walls the other had so carefully crafted, well…

At that point you were in love.

But the others didn’t need to know that, not yet at least. The Avengers were a family, your family. They were really the only true family you’d ever had. But Bucky…Bucky was finally yours. And you were his. You didn’t think it was crazy to just want to enjoy that, just the two of you, without everyone else sharing their jokes and opinions just yet. They did it out of love, you both knew that, but you just wanted him all to yourself.

As you looked back at your reflection in the mirror, you took a minute to really consider what Bucky’s reaction might be. He had the best poker face in the room no matter who he was with, but you knew him well enough to know how he was feeling just based on his eyes. He’d always said how much he loved red on you, and he adored every and any excuse to touch your skin. Those steel blue eyes of his would absolutely burn once he saw you in this dress.

And fuck, that was something you really wanted to see.

“Well, if you aren’t going to wear that dress, you better pick something else,” Nat said, jerking you from your fantasies, “we need to be there in twenty minutes, and we all need to touch up our makeup.”

“Actually…I think I’ll wear it,” you said confidently, trying to hide your grin as you ran your hands down the silky fabric.

What you didn’t see was Natasha and Wanda sharing a secret smirk behind you, like they’d known what you’d do the whole time.

***

Six weeks ago, everything had changed for you and Bucky.

You’d known how you felt for a long time. Bucky Barnes, despite his past, was the kind of man anyone could fall in love with. He was sincere, kind, generous, witty…everything you’d ever wanted in a partner. He had been your best friend for even longer.

It had been a long time before you could even admit your feelings to yourself, let alone to him. After everything the two of you had been through, who had the time and mental capacity for romance? It just didn’t seem important. You just chalked up your feelings to being such close friends. All you wanted was to be near him, even if you just sat in silence doing different things. Just being in the same room as Bucky brought you a sort of peace you’d never had before. Whenever he touched you, even if it was just a brief hug or brushing your back to get past you, your skin erupted into goosebumps. But that was just because physical touch was still foreign to you, right?

And his smile. God, his wonderful smile…

Bucky didn’t smile much. He hid behind a mask of stoicism, a remnant from the trauma of his horrible history as the Winter Soldier. Showing any sort of emotion, especially happiness, was hard for him. But when he finally let himself smile? It was the most beautiful thing you’d ever see.        

It took several sleepless nights wrestling with those confusing feelings to figure it out. You didn’t just see Bucky as your best friend. You had it bad. Not just “oh my god he’s so handsome” bad, like the “I would take a bullet for you I’m so in love” bad. That revelation? It left you euphoric. It also left you scared.

Because you were so sure Bucky didn’t feel the same. And that thought was like a knife to the heart every time it flashed through your mind.

So you kept it to yourself. You tried to keep things as normal as possible, but your heart kept fluttering whenever he walked into a room. Being so close to Bucky meant you confided in each other about pretty much everything, and he knew you well enough to know you were hiding something.

It all exploded on a Tuesday night in the compound.

Tuesdays were your movie nights. Bucky had a lot of pop culture to catch up on, so on this night every week he would come by your room to watch a movie. It was a weekly tradition that kind of started by accident. You were shocked he still hadn’t made time to watch Lord of the Rings, so you forced him onto your couch with popcorn and The Fellowship of the Ring. He loved it so much, and immediately asked if you guys could watch The Two Towers the next week. How could you say no to him?

Tonight, you were watching 13 Going on 30. It was your all-time favorite romcom, and you figured you could both use a break from all the action and fantasy movies you’d been cycling through. Something with a happy ending was worth indulging in.

“Does that Matt guy look like Banner to you? Or is it just me?” Bucky asked through a mouthful of popcorn.

“Heh, maybe a little,” you said, “Give or take a few years.” He laughed at that, and you forced yourself to laugh quietly. You wanted to blurt out your feelings every time you looked at Bucky, so you’d gotten quieter and quieter every time you spent time with him. It was an awful reaction, and you knew he noticed. But it was better than losing his friendship, right?

After that awful and painfully obvious forced laugh, Bucky let out a huge sigh and paused the movie. He set the bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table in front of the couch, then turned to face you. Exasperation and hurt glimmered in his eyes.

“Y/n, what the fuck is going on with you?”

“W-what do you mean?”

“Oh come on, don’t give me that,” he said sharply, “I know you better than anyone, and I know for a fact there’s something you’re not telling me. Is it me? Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No, god no!” You exclaimed.

“Well it must be something I did, because you’ve never been this quiet around me and it keeps getting worse. I hate it, and I want to know what I did so I can fix it.”

“Bucky, I’m serious, it’s nothing you did—”

“Then why? Why are you shutting me out?” He cut you off angrily, arms thrown wide. “You’re my best friend, I just don’t get why—”

“I don’t want you like a best friend, Bucky!” Your eyes went wide as the words flew from your lips. In the most comical way, you clapped your hand over your mouth as if you could stop the words that had already been said. Bucky’s eyes narrowed in confusion.

Oh fuck. He didn’t get it. Curse him and his old man ways.

“What does that even mean, Y/n? Are you saying you don’t want me around anymore?”

“Bucky, of course not. God, I would never want that. Never in a million years.”

“Then you better explain, because if you haven’t noticed, I’m over 100 years old. I need a little help here.”

“It means, uh…um,” you stuttered, wringing your hands together. “Is there any chance we can just forget I said that?”

“Nope, not a chance.”

“It means…it means that I care about you. As more than a friend.”

His entire face seemed to crinkle as he processed that. If you weren’t freaking out, you’d be obsessing over how damn cute it made him look. Then his eyes got wide as he began to make the connection. Your stomach nearly fell out of your ass as his eyes lifted again to meet yours.

“I…I think I know what you’re saying,” he nearly whispered, “I just need you to get real specific real fast, because I’m not about to say anything until I know exactly what you mean.”

“It means I’m in love with you, okay?” You burst out. Even through your mortification, there was a sudden sense of relief. A secret as big as that had definitely been weighing you down. Now that it was out there, that was one less thing you had to worry about.

His eyes grew even wider. How that was possible, you didn’t even know. That beautiful mouth of his began to turn up into a small smile as he gazed softly at you.

“You’re in love with me?” He asked, his smile getting wider with each passing second.

“What, you need it carved into stone or something?” You couldn’t help but sass him. Did you fucking stutter?

“No, it’s just…I never thought you’d feel that way about me.”

“Well, clearly I do. So you – wait, you mean you’ve thought about this before?”

“Of course I have,” he said as he shrugged, “I’ve been in love with you for two years now, how could I not think about it?”

You were instantly filled with warmth and pure bliss. In all your obsessing over your own feelings, you’d never allowed yourself to consider that he might feel the same about you. It just didn’t seem possible.

“I’m sorry,” you burst out, holding a hand up, “you’re telling me you’ve been into me for two years and didn’t say anything?”

“Why didn’t you?” He shot back, inching closer to you.

“Because you’re my best friend. I didn’t want to lose you because of stupid feelings I have.”

“But…I have those same ‘stupid feelings’ for you. So can we just cut the whole act and get on with it?” Bucky brought a hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing along your skin so gently.

“Uh…um…get on with what?”

“Well I’d kinda like to kiss you, if you’re cool with it.”

“Bucky Barnes did you just use current slang to ask if you could kiss me?” You didn’t move an inch as his face moved right in front of yours, breath intermingling as you gazed into each other’s eyes. God, was this really happening?

“Yeah, guess your lessons worked,” he murmured.

“Well you better kiss me, then.”

As soon as your lips met, it was like coming home.

***

That memory, your favorite memory, replayed in your head as the three of you stepped into the elevator. Nat and Wanda were happily chatting about who would be there, what kind of antics Tony would cook up tonight, if there would be music we could actually dance to. You know, normal party things.

All you could think about was how long you had to stay until you could sneak off with your boyfriend.

You were so happy Wanda and Natasha had convinced you to wear this dress. When you’d first put it on, the difference from your normal look was so jarring that it took you a few minutes to get used to it. But now that you had, now that you felt the silky fabric shifting against your skin as you moved, now that you saw how dangerously long your legs looked in these heels…

Damn, you felt sexy.

And that sexy feeling? It made you want Bucky’s hands all over you.

But this was a party. A party thrown by Tony Stark, one of the most perceptive and observant people you’d ever met. If you left too soon, if he thought you weren’t “having enough fun”, he’d be more than a little upset. So you had to stay, drink, mingle, maybe dance a little…and then, maybe later, you could go do what you actually wanted.

The elevator pinged, indicating you had reached the topmost floor of the compound. This floor was home to a huge communal space, often used for just hanging out with the team. But on nights like tonight, Tony went all out and turned the space into something that resembled…a club?

The three of you stepped out into the massive room, upbeat music already blasting from the speakers. Typical Tony – he never really outgrew his love for dancing and parties. The bass thrummed through your body, making you want to move to the music. The lights were dim, but you could still tell who was around. It looked like you were some of the last members of the team to arrive. There was a huge bar off to the side, and Natasha headed that way right away. You turned to ask Wanda if she wanted to follow Nat, but she was already making a beeline for Vision. Smiling, you just turned right back around to follow Natasha. A drink sounded pretty good right now.

As you made your way to the bar, you felt more than a few pairs of eyes on you as you walked. You sneakily looked around as you went, noticing men and women watching you with admiration, and dare you say it, longing. As someone whose job was to blend in with the background all the time, this was a different and slightly addictive feeling. You leaned on the bar next to Nat right as the bartender slid her drink over to her.

“Straight whiskey tonight? Damn, going hard.” You quipped.

“Hey now, you know I can handle my liquor. It’s you we need to watch out for, you lightweight.”

Laughing, you scanned the party guests, looking for the one person you wanted to see. Tony had had arm around Pepper’s waist, both laughing at something Rhodey had said. Bruce lingered around them, drink in hand and looking a little nervous, but still happy to be included. Wanda and Vision were sitting quietly on one of the couches, both looking absolutely smitten with each other. Scott Lang, one of the newest additions, was busting some moves, while Peter Parker laughed as he watched. Thor, who was visiting from Asgard, laughed boisterously as he watched various guests try to lift his hammer. You couldn’t help the smile growing on your face. You loved these people so much.

Then, you saw him.

Bucky was with Sam and Steve, as usual. But even as Sam and Steve were talking animatedly next to him, those gorgeous blue eyes of his were glued to you. There was a kind of intensity in them you hadn’t seen before. Your breath whooshed from you body as he grinned at you. Trying to maintain the suggestive image your dress gave you, you managed to send a flirtatious smile his way, then turned back around to face the bar. Leaning against the counter, you knew he’d get an eyeful of your bare back. God, this was fun.

The bartender finally made his way over to you, and you ordered two tequila shots.

Nat turned to you, one eyebrow arched in surprise as she asked, “And you say I’m going hard? You can’t just down two shots right away, babe.”

“I’m not doing two shots; you think I’m stupid?” The bartender slid the shots over to you along with two lime wedges. “One is clearly for you.”

Unable to hold back a laugh, Natasha put her arm around your shoulders and pulled you into her side as she said, “Why the fuck not, let’s do it.” The two of you went through the process: salt, shot, lime. You couldn’t help but wince as you downed the harsh liquor. Of all the shots in the world, tequila probably tasted the worst. The only reason you kept going for it was the warmth it traced down your body, and you felt your muscles begin to loosen up.

“Two more,” you called over to the bartender.

“Uh, no,” Natasha shot at you, grabbing her whiskey, and pushing off the bar, “I’m good with my top shelf shit, you keep going after that gasoline if you want but I’m out.”

“C’mon, Nat,” you called out, “what am I gonna do with two shots?”

“I’m sure you’ll find someone else, babe.” She said with a wave over her shoulder.

Sighing, you turned back to the ridiculously pretty bar (seriously, how much had Tony paid for this thing?). Who else would help you look cool and sexy at a bar for your secret boyfriend?

Okay, that was the cringiest thought you’d ever had. Gross.

As the bartender slid the tequila in front of you, you steeled yourself for the nastiness that was about to happen.

“Fuck, I didn’t think this through,” you mumbled.

“Yeah, you tend to do that,” a deep voice answered on your right. Instead of being the slightest bit surprised, you couldn’t help but smile. You’d know that voice anywhere.

“Something I can do for you, Barnes?” You looked up at him from under your lashes.

“Well, it looks like you’ve got an extra shot there. Thought I could bail you out.”

“Is that all?”

Bucky shifted so that your arms were just barely touching. His hand was right next to yours, and you reached out with your pinky to lightly brush his.

“Doll, you have the gall to show up in that dress and ask what I want as if you don’t already know?”

“Sorry Buck, I’m a little slow, must be the tequila. You should probably be a little clearer.”

Putting on quite the show of reaching for one of the shots, his mouth somehow ended up right next to your ear.

“I want you.”

It was lucky everyone was so distracted and couldn’t see how you shuddered at his words. Trying to maintain brain function, you managed to take the shot with him. You were now fully facing each other. He was wearing the cockiest smirk you’d ever seen, one that would put Tony Stark to shame. You couldn’t help but respond with that same energy despite the jitteriness his three little words had reduced you to.

“Well why don’t you—”

“Hello, my friends!” A booming voice sounded between you as Thor threw a huge arm over each of you. Bucky, with his stupid super soldier strength, didn’t really have a reaction to it. You, on the other hand, stumbled a little under the weight and force of it. “It’s so good to be back with you tiny humans.”

Was…was he slurring his words?

“Thor…are you drunk right now?”

He simply laughed in response. Well, that answered that.

“Of course I am, tiny person! It can’t be a party without good Asgardian wine.”

“Wait…you have literal god wine?” Bucky, who had a look of vague irritation on his face up to this point, now looked interested. Maybe even a little excited?

“Of course, metal appendage.”

“Dude, you can’t just call Bucky ‘metal appendage’—”

“He can if he lets me have some,” Bucky interrupted.

“We have a bargain!” Thor slapped Bucky on the back before scurrying back over to where he had come from, probably to get the wine he had promised.

“Bucky, you can’t even get drunk,” you hissed, “what exactly is the point of this?”

“Since everything happened, I haven’t found any alcohol strong enough to get me drunk. I figure god wine is worth a shot.”

“Bucky—”

“When I kiss you against a wall later, I wanna be a little tipsy,” he whispered in your ear, “that cool with you?”

Unable to keep yourself from smiling again, you nodded as Thor sauntered back over. Ever since that moment a few weeks ago, right before he kissed you for the first time, asking “is that cool with you?” had become your thing.

And the idea of Bucky kissing you against a wall? Yeah, that sounded pretty good.

***

As it turns out, Asgardian wine is just as potent as Thor had promised.

For the first time in over seventy years, Bucky Barnes was certifiably drunk. It made him feel like the Bucky from all those years ago, and it was the most incredible thing. Here he was, over 100 years old, partying, and all his favorite people were here.

Including his ridiculously hot girlfriend.

Even as they both flitted around the party, Bucky and y/n still found each other’s eyes, even from across the room. They would send winks, smiles, even funny faces. All he wanted to do was be right next to her, talk and dance with her all night…

But they had agreed. They wanted to keep their relationship a secret for now, keep the attention off of them for a bit while they got to know each other in this new way.

But god damn, that dress.

Y/n in red was…indescribable. It didn’t matter what she wore, she was always the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. But in red? In this dress?

She was breathtaking.

“Buck, you breathing?”

A hand waved in front of his face, snapping Bucky’s attention back to the people around him from Y/n’s back. He had been imagining putting his hands all over that back later and had gotten more than a little mesmerized. He managed to get his eyes to refocus, finding a drunk Sam smirking right next to him and an even drunker Steve dancing next to him. But what Steve was doing couldn’t really be called ‘dancing’ per say…more like an aggressive wiggle.

“Why wouldn’t I be breathing?” Of all the things he could’ve said to get Sam’s attention off of him, that wasn’t it.

“Uh, probably because the girl you’re in love with decided to show up and show off tonight? Pretty sure you’re drooling, man.”

Despite himself, Bucky slapped a hand across his mouth, only reducing Sam to wheezing laughter. Knowing he had been caught, he rolled his eyes and grimaced a little. Of all the people to catch him, he wished it hadn’t been Sam.

“I wasn’t…staring… at y/n, I just never see her dressed up is all.”

“I never said anything about the girl being y/n.”

“…fuck.”

“LANGUAGE,” Steve yelled out, pointing a finger at his two friends before returning to his shimmying.

Turning back to him, Sam added, “Just go be with her, Buck. You’re not fooling anyone, and neither is she.”

“We’re that obvious?”

“A few weeks ago you’d at least try to hide it. Now I’m surprised you’re not jumping each other’s bones right here right now.”

“Point taken,” Bucky said, lightly slapping Sam’s shoulder before power walking over to his girl.

***

“Nat, if you don’t stop asking about Bucky and I’s relationship, I’m going to kick you,” you called over the music before taking another swig from your glass. It was no Asgardian wine, but the human stuff wasn’t half bad in your opinion. It wasn’t like you could drink the god shit, anyway. If you had even one sip, you’d be swinging from the ceiling like Miley fucking Cyrus. You were pretty drunk as it was.

“Okay, fine,” she said with a shrug as she took a sip of her whiskey, still as calm and collected as ever. “You’re almost as drunk as he is, you’ll be talking soon enough.”

“Oh? Is that your spy master plan?”

Natasha was still looking as unbothered as ever, but as she looked across the room over your shoulder, her face split into a savage grin.

“It was, but it looks like I might not need it.”

“What do you me—”

Your words were cut off as a large, warm hand enclosed around yours. Whirling around, you were suddenly face to face with the man himself. Bucky was clearly having a good time. His mouth was relaxed into the cutest smile you’d ever seen him wear, and he moved without his normal stiffness and intensity. He threaded your fingers together, smiling down at you with so much love it was a wonder Nat hadn’t said anything yet.

Looking back in front of you, ready to explain yourself, you only found empty air. Guess she’d seen all she needed to, but honestly, you really didn’t care. All you’d wanted the whole night was to be exactly where you were right now; hand in hand with the man you loved.

“We’re just kidding ourselves, doll,” Bucky called next to your ear, “Sam said we’ve been pretty obvious.”

“Nat said the same,” you answered with a sheepish smile, “kind of hard to keep my face under control when you’ve got that leather jacket on.”

“You’re blaming me?” He asked with mock indignation. “You’re the one who looks,” he gestured wildly to your whole body, “like that!”

Trying ignore the heat spreading over your cheeks, you shot back, “Like what?”

“Like the most…” he screwed his face up in the most adorable way as he searched for words, “like the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” As the last few words tumbled out of his mouth, he gazed at you with such a softness you almost melted right into the floor.

“Wanna get out of here?” You asked, finally giving up the game. It was pointless, really. Now, all you wanted to do was for your boyfriend to keep his promise and kiss you against a wall.

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he answered, “Absolutely.” Without looking at a single soul, the two of you began walking as quickly as you could for the exit. You and Bucky were both leaning on each other a bit, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Stepping out into the light of the hallway, you blinked as your eyes adjusted after the dark room you’d spent the last few hours in. Bucky led you until you were right in front of the elevator, and he lazily pressed the button to go up. There was tension in the air between you, like a thread that was being pulled. Biting your lip, you stared at the doors in front of you. You knew if you so much as looked at the man next to you, you’d jump him right then and there.

The shining doors slid open, and the pair of you walked in, his strong arm still around your waist. His grip wasn’t loose in any sense of the word. Bucky kept you right next to him, even as your legs wanted to drift all over the place. You pressed the button for the residential floor.

As soon as those doors slid shut, that thread of tension snapped.

Bucky whirled you to face him, then walked you backward until you were pressed against the wall of the elevator.

“I promised I’d kiss you against the wall, didn’t I?”

He didn’t even wait for a response. His mouth was on yours in an instant, lips moving together like a dance. The kiss was slow and unhurried. You tried to bring him closer, linking your hands behind his neck and pressing yourself to him. Instead of responding in kind, he unwound your arms from around him and pinned them above your head.

Oh damn.

Okay.

No complaints here.

“You’ve been teasin’ me all night just by wearing that dress, sweetheart,” he murmured in between the kisses he trailed down your jaw, “I think it’s my turn.”

“Would it change your mind knowing I only wore this dress so you could take it off?”

The heat that bloomed in those blue eyes of his was unmistakable. As the doors opened on your floor, he swept you up into his arms and began to walk purposefully to his apartment. All the while, he kept that signature cocky smirk of his you’d come to adore.

“Bucky?” You asked once he’d walked into his unit.

“That sentence was the single most attractive thing you’ve ever said,” he murmured as he set you down. Even still, he kept you pressed against him. “But nah, I’m a patient guy. I think I’ll take my time.” He followed this by resuming his slow and sensual kisses, and you couldn’t help but melt into them.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing that, doll. I love you too.”

***

[americxn]

Run (part 5)

wordcount: 3.5k

warnings: teasing, slight smut

Kai’s side of the bed had long since gone cold when you awoke the next morning. Hurrying from the room, you cursed yourself for having gone to him, the restful sleep that his presence had provided you allowing your thoughts to become sharper and you scolded yourself for giving in to your want so easily.  But as you dressed and readied yourself in the guest room across from Kai’s, your craving for him was undeniable, his face stark behind your eyelids whenever you closed your eyes, whenever you blinked. Your heart had seemingly already made the choice for you: It would take awhile for you to fully forgive Kai for what he had done to you, and you knew that when that happened, your want for him would simply burn even stronger. There was no point in forbidding something that both you and him so desperately wanted. A slow grin spread across your face as you mentally agreed with yourself that you were more than willing to give him a chance to love you. But where would the fun be in giving yourself over to him so easily?  You turned back to your closet, pulling off the simple shirt you had just donned and replacing it with a tiny, low-cut crop top. Smiling evilly, you turned for the door, making your was down the stairs to the kitchen, silently hoping that Kai would already be in there.

The kitchen was empty when you arrived, causing you to sigh. Pushing away the dim glow of disappointment unravelling within your gut, you stalked for the fridge, grabbing some milk and setting about making yourself a bowl of cereal.  You ate your breakfast leant against the counter facing the open kitchen doors, your eyes constantly flicking from your food to the door.  Kai had probably gone out, you had woken up fairly late and he usually had errands to run that he preferred to do in the morning. The acknowledgement that you knew Kai’s routine so well made you smile softly. You stopped yourself, hurriedly shoving more cereal into your mouth, wiping at the milk that dribbled down your chin as you cursed yourself for already being so smitten with this man. Finishing up your breakfast, you chucked the empty bowl and spoon into the sink, filling a glass of water and draining it before bracing your arms on the counter. “You’re hopeless.” You whispered to yourself, pushing yourself off the worktop and slowly meandering to the kitchen doors, not sure what to do with yourself.  The familiar sound of a car turning into the house’s driveway made you pause in your tracks, your head snapping to the window, watching as Kai’s large white car slowly rolled up the driveway.  You stole that car. Your mind whispered at you. Pushing the thought away you watched as Kai emerged from the car, the door slamming shut behind him.  Jerking into action, you jumped onto one of the barstools arranged around the marble island in the centre of the kitchen but cursed yourself as you realised that now you were sat stupidly at the kitchen table, along and doing absolutely nothing. But You weren’t given time to dwell on the thought as the front door swung open, Kai’s audible footsteps allowing you to track his short journey down the small stretch of hallway between the front porch and the kitchen door. He was whistling quietly as he came into view in the open doorway, his movements halting as he beheld you sat at the table. He wore a neatly ironed black shirt, the top buttons undone to reveal a portion of his chest, the top half of his faded blue hair pulled into a tight bun at the crown of his head. His car keys hung from his finger as his whistling stopped, Kai turning towards you and diverting his journey to step into the kitchen. You smiled at him, your elbows coming to rest on the cool surface before you, ensuring that he noticed when you squeezed your arms slightly tighter to your body in such a way that pushed your tits further together, your cleavage more than noticeable from the low-cut material of the shirt you wore. “Hey.” He greeted simply, wandering further into the room. “Hi.” You responded, leaning forwards in your seat to greet him. “Where have you been?” “Just running some errands.” You nodded at his vague explanation. “When did you wake up?” He asked. “Not too long ago, I slept in.”  He hummed, before responding. “My bed is very comfy, isn’t it?” You tried in vain to keep your cheeks from heating, dropping your gaze to the table in order to avoid his dark eyes as they bored into yours, trying to gauge your reaction. “You should visit me in bed more often, y’know. I enjoy your company.” Whether he knew it or not, his implicit offer was clear: he didn’t mean just to sleep. You cleared your throat, adjusting your arms in order to enhance your cleavage even more. “Do you need any help with anything today? I need someone to give me something to do, I’m already bored.”  Kai smiled slowly, his eyes roving over your body, dipping dangerously low before rising to meet your gaze once more.  “Nah, I’ve got it covered. Thanks though.” He shrugged as he turned to leave the room. “Although, you could do me the favour of putting those pretty tits of yours away. I don’t want anyone else seeing them.” Your mouth went utterly dry at his boldness, your eyes trained on his broad back as he left the room without another word, resuming his whistling.  You stared at the empty kitchen doorway for several moments, trying to ignore the effect that his words had on you as your pussy wetted slightly.  Fine, if he wanted to play that game, you could play it just as hard. 

Your teasing only got more and more bold over the next few days, and Kai’s reactions only became more and more noticeable.  At cult meetings, you sat so close to Kai on the couch behind where he stood to address his group that your knees would brush the backs of his legs, his shoulders stiffening almost imperceptibly with each press of your clothed skin against him.  Whenever you cooked dinner together, you would purposely brush past him again and again, leaning over the work surfaces slightly and pushing your ass out. Kai would return the carefully planned ‘careless’ treatment, leaning over you to reach for things from the cupboards, his hands falling to your hips with a ghost’s touch whenever he needed to get past you. Your outfits got skimpier and more revealing each day, the slices of skin that you kept on show for Kai begging him to make more comments on your body like the one he had made about your tits in the kitchen. But of course, Kai knew exactly what you were trying to do and refused to give you what you wanted, instead returning the treatment by ensuring that you walked in on him shirtless several times. This experience had left you flustered and unable to think coherent thoughts afterwards each time it happened, Kai indulging in the redness of your cheeks and the slackness of your jaw each time he allowed you to see the strong plains of his chest and back.  And there was that time when you gone into Kai’s room whilst he worked downstairs, wearing nothing but a large t-shirt and your favourite panties. You had arranged yourself on his bed above the covers on your side with your legs tucked upwards to your chest, your arms gathering the pillow to your face. Kai had eventually entered the room after you had drifted off to sleep, his mouth falling open as he beheld you and the generous view of your bare ass that your position presented him. You had stirred five minutes later, disturbed by the sound of the shower running, Kai shivering beneath the frozen torrents of water as he forced himself to empty his mind of the truly filthy thoughts that had flooded his brain at the sight of your ass, your panties hugging your body so tightly that they were almost entirely hidden by the glorious curves of your ass. When he emerged from the shower several minutes later, he had composed himself enough to carefully move your body so that he was able to tuck you beneath the covers before stripping off his clothes and sliding into the bed beside you, his skin cold from the shower.

After some time of playing with and taunting one another, you had begun to lose hope that Kai would make a move on you, but your desperate prayers were answered when, after about a week of Kai enduring your teasing, he finally gave in, stiffly knocking on the door of the guest room late one night. “Yeah?” You called out, pausing the show you had playing on your laptop and looking towards the doorway. Kai appeared as the door was pushed open and he wasted no time in stepping into the room; closing your laptop, you pushed it to the bottom of the bed, greeting Kai with a questioning look. With his sudden presence, the room seemed to get smaller, filling with an agitated energy as you beheld his stiffly set shoulders.   “Stand up.” He ordered, meeting you halfway across the room as you stood instantly as his command, the hard set of his face making your stomach flutter. He stepped up to you, his face an inch from yours. “You’ve been driving me fucking insane.” A slow smile spread across your face at his words. His gaze dropped to your grin, his jaw clenching, the muscles within feathering at your satisfaction. “Wicked thing,” he spoke through gritted teeth, taking another step forwards so that you were chest-to-chest. “I didn’t think you were enjoying it that much.” “Oh, of course I was.” You exclaimed coolly, your hands raising to settle on his chest, your fingertips tracing swirling patterns onto the soft fabric of his shirt.  Kai’s eyes were dark as they bore into yours. “Are you finally going to let me do something or what? I don’t know how to make my apology even more clear to you.” You pushed his lowly spoken words aside, just wanting to forget about everything but the glorious man before you. “I don’t want anymore apologies, Kai. I want you to show me how sorry you are.” Your tone was light as your fingers roamed over his shirt, wishing that it was his warm skin you were touching as you raised your eyes to his. He hummed, his hands shooting out to latch onto your wrists and removing them from his chest. “Oh, I will.” Kai promised, stepping forwards slowly whist using his hold on your wrists to back you towards the bed. The tight hold of his slender fingers on your skin was intoxicating and you ached with both want and excited trepidation about what would come next. “Is that a threat or a promise?” You ventured, the knot of excited nerves gathered in your gut growing.  “You won’t have to worry about that yet. Now stop talking.” His hands released your wrists, trailing slowly down your chest to the front of the vest you wore. The sound of the fabric tearing filled the room as his fingers hooked into the neck line, pulling the material apart in one clean rip. It fell to the floor around your feet, Kai not giving you so much as a second to track his movements as his fingers moved to hook roughly into the waistline of your pajama shorts. He quickly slid the garment down your bare legs, following the movement with his body until he was kneeling on the floor before you. You could barely breathe as he looked up at you, his hand trailing lightly up the back of your leg to your upper thigh. Your panties were the next thing to be discarded on the floor, Kai smirking as he gripped the back of your knee with his hand and pulled your leg up onto his shoulder. Your head tipped back of its own accord, the proximity of his face to your already drenched cunt overwhelming. Kai’s hand gripped onto the thigh you had hooked over his shoulder as he leaned in to press a single lingering kiss to your mons. The simple action could’ve had you cumming right there but Kai pulled back, his hand once again finding the back of your knee as he rose, pulling your leg off his shoulder and hooking it around his waist once he had risen to his full height. You could do nothing but stare at his face as his fingers deftly reached around you to undo your bra, it’s rough straps scraping against your too sensitive skin as he eased the garment from your shoulders and arms. As soon as it had hit the floor, Kai pushed your back, practically drooling as you fell onto your back in an exposed sprawl. His eyes dipped to the apex of your thighs, his heart thundering with need at the sight of the glistening sheen of wetness coating your pussy; he pushed his overwhelming want for you aside, needing to extract his revenge for your teasing before allowing himself to have his way with you. You couldn’t suppress the shudder that racked your body under the intense scrutiny of his dark eyes.  “I want your head on the pillows.” He ordered, watching as you scrambled to obey his command, your pert ass exposed to Kai as you quickly crawled up the bed, flipping yourself over and settling into the soft pillows. He was on you immediately, his knees settling on each side of your legs. “You want me?” He breathed down to you, his hands itching to touch every inch of you. “Yes.” You whispered without hesitation, your hands coming to settle on his shoulders.  “I can see that you’re already wet for me.” He crooned, bringing his face slightly closer to yours. “Yes. I’ve been wet all week.” You admitted shamelessly. His face crumpled in mock sympathy. You writhed your hips beneath him, restraining yourself from whining at his sudden lack of action. “You’re sinful.” He whispered roughly and you nodded, agreeing with his comment with renewed desperation. “Keep your arms above your head.” You blinked at him, but did as he asked, your hands hitting the headboard as you silently complied. Satisfied with your obedience, Kai lowered his head to the base of your throat, his hair brushing pleasantly against your collarbones. His lips were soft and warm as he pressed several kisses to your skin, drawing a trail up the column of your throat to your chin. You followed his movements by tipping your head back slightly further with each kiss as he progressed up your neck, allowing him better access and silently inviting him to use his teeth to mark you. As soon as his lips had completed their journey to your jaw, skimming against the bottom of your chin, he pulled away, denying you the full kiss to your lips that you craved. He kept eye contact with you as he moved down your body slightly, his lips latching onto your ribs and proceeding to give them the same treatment that he had just forced your neck to endure.  This time, he allowed his teeth to graze against your skin as he travelled from one side of your torso to the other, goosebumps forming in his wake, chasing after his touch. You couldn’t help but groan when he pressed his nose to the space just beneath your breasts, his hot tongue finally coming contact with your skin as he kitten licked his way up to your tits. Pausing at the bottom of their sloping form, he closed his eyes, listening to your laboured, shuddering breaths. From above him, your own eyes were clenched shut, your mouth slightly parted as you forced yourself to keep your hands above your head. All you wanted to do was to weave your fingertips into the blue strands of his hair but you knew that in doing so, you risked upsetting Kai and cutting this intimate exchange short.  Using his tongue, Kai softly traced the area of skin where your pert tits met your torso, tracing and licking back and forth.  “If you’re not going to touch me properly, then at least let me touch you.” Kai’s teeth latched onto your skin at your words, breathless and accented with whiny need, tugging painfully at your flesh as he raised his head slightly before releasing his hold on your skin. “No. Move your hands and I’ll leave.” He responded firmly. You groaned, your head sinking further into the pillows beneath you at his blunt denial. He dipped his head once more, this time skimming his warm lips along your abdomen, past your bellybutton and to one of your hips. You hissed softly when he bit down on your skin, simultaneously latching his lips onto you and sucking harshly. Kai moved back and forth between your hips, painting them in turn with blotchy, deep red marks, the sensation becoming slightly more painful as his brutal onslaught on your skin continued.  In the midst of the intense attention that Kai was subjecting your hips to, you didn’t even notice when his hand trailed down the small stretch of skin between your hips, his touch light as he ventured over your pubic bone to the heat between your thighs. Using his fingers, he pinched the skin either side of your labia together, forcing your cunt to close in such a way that made your clit throb from within the confines of his hold. You gasped when he pinched harder, moving his fingers slightly and rubbing the outer part of your pussy together. Your clit jumped and pulsed in an attempt to gain any sort of traction, Kai’s fingers going still and effectively leaving you to jerk yourself off in his hold. You moaned softly as Kai moved his face away from your skin, dropping his gaze to watch as your pussy pulsated of its own accord in it’s desperation to gain some pleasure from his manipulative touch.  He smiled up at you as your hips undulated in weak desperation, his hand not leaving your snatch as he moved back up your body, his face appearing before yours. Leaning down to your pleasure-contorted face, his mouth finally found yours. The kiss was a mere brush of lips before Kai’s teeth latched onto your lower lip, pulling back slightly with your lip still in his firm hold. You groaned when, all at once, his teeth released your lip, his hand leaving your pussy. “Be ready to stay wet for another week.” He said in faux blithe, his face disappearing from view.  You couldn’t bring yourself to move as he left, the door closing softly behind him, bathing in such deep frustration that tears pricked your eyes as you listened to his light footsteps as he crossed the hall, the sound of his own door opening and closing like a physical blow as he left you feeling utterly empty and unsatisfied without his warm touch.

Even the freezing water of the shower wasn’t enough to dull the burning need searing through Kai, smoldering a little hotter each time your face infiltrated his thoughts, the sounds of your breathy moans under his close ministrations replaying over and over in his mind. After his shower, his lay naked on his bed, unable to take his thoughts off of you and what you were doing. Relieving yourself from your own frustration probably. The memory of the pleasant smell of your cunt and the hot wetness that had gathered there for him had his hand wrapping harshly around his cock. He had to bite onto the corner of his pillow to remain silent as he brought himself to orgasm not once, but three times, imagining that it was your smaller hand in place of his. He tossed and turned in bed for hours, your scent seeming to hang around him, taunting him and preventing him from the blessed closure of sleep.  The fourth time he made himself cum left him still feeling painfully unsatisfied, but it was enough to douse the burning desire coursing through every part of him, sleep coming to offer him a brief reprieve from the strong memories of the sound of your laboured breathing and the feel of your hot skin under his lips.

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[shyflameweasel]

This is more of a self indulgent idea but. Reader having a bad physical or mental health day, and their funky grunt roommates are wondering why they haven't come out of their room even though it's later than the usual time they're up. Do they offer to help out for the day? Bring you food/try to cheer you up? Does it end up becoming kinda chaotic despite their good intentions? Or do they just decide to give you space once they know you're okay?

Honestly as someone who's mental health has been in a downward spiral for almost the past two weeks I am completely ok with this.

It may take them awhile but they all eventually notice something different about the reader. They may think humans are just really really weird with some terrifying biology, they do like their strange looking landlord (In the order of: 2B, Hank, Sanford, Deimos.)

They all try to do something in their own way.

2B makes sure that they eat and drink something, minus the tone he'd take with the others when he's treating them. If its something like physical pain then he'd try to help with any stretches or specific treatments they may need. Along with keeping the other three from doing anything too obnoxious or insane (now that the only other person with common sense and brain cells are out of commission.)

Sanford and Deimos, as always, work this out as a team. Deciding that any and all chores/errands could be done the next day they'd pick up the Reader and plop them down in the living room. Turning on a favorite show or movie that's how the three of them would spend the day. Deimos telling jokes as Sanford cooks favorite foods and breaks out the emergency comfort food.

Hank....Hank's the one that will just leave the Reader alone for a while before coming back. With a almost inane amount of pillows, blankets, and just about anything soft his floating hands can get their paws on. Dragging the Reader down into a blanket nest and not talking the entire time as he sits with them.

If by chance the Reader hears the neighborhood gossip that several houses were robbed of anything remotely soft then they're not gonna say anything about it.

[keilemlucent]

best nest: headcanon special

best nest headcanon for salem’s ver of rut season hawks? say no more my dudes (nsfw at the end)

physical changes:

there’s a bunch of these in the fic so lets get into it fellas

so in general, from the brief articles i researched, birds can go through some physical changes during a mating season for like a number of reasons but also realism be damned it was fun

i hc hawks as having weird nails, rut-season or not. normally, they’re darker at the cuticle and grow a bit faster than normal. rut-season? they grow very fast, fully-blackened, curl a bit. he can cut and file them, but it’s sorta fruitless as they grow quickly and are a bit thicker and thereby harder to deal with

eyes? keigo’s pupil shape is always a little off, but during rut-season, they’re nearly fully slit shapes.

wings!! plenty of bird species have changes in their plumage come mating season. typically brighter colors and pattern changes. keigo’s don’t change from their crimson, just have patterns made by small, thin, nearly clear filaments. it gives them a lil iridescent effects. the patterns are symmetrical between the wings and probably add contrast that might change the shadow/highlights of the feathers?? maybe creating an illusion of his already huge wings looking bigger?? this is me spit balling

in addition, they are very sensitive. in general, keigo is just oversensitive as fuck. especially if he hasn’t n*tted in the past hour or so. dude gets pent up fast.

alright now to whaat everyone wants to talk about

keigo’s fat cock

dude just needs to breed! dicks gotta impress potential mates and damn does it. a lil thicker, a lil longer, nasty huge balls. immaculate as y/n said

i haven’t even mentioned pheromones, but the dude is reeking of them whether he wants to or not. they probably don’t have a wide range of feelings and urges they can induce. prolly like horny & safe. but like hey isn’t that what we all want??

the fangs are just because of the cute edits like?? have u seen them? adorable. 

there’s no biological reason its just What I Wanted

emotional changes

this has got to vary whether kei has a ‘mate’ or not

in the case he doesn’t already have an established mate, the dude is just horny. balls to the wall wants to fuck everything in sight constantly. secure a mate, get them in nest, fuck until babies. easy

oooo but with an established mate?? there’s emotion rapport there. 

keigo isn’t a complete bird so there’s human dimensions to his rut- an established mate with like a background would elicit more of these feeling

basically like, protective!! gotta keep them safe and happy because they need to Have my Children but also bc love you know??

i imagine there might be some cognitive dissonance between like instinct and emotions here, especially in moments where its been an hour or two since y’all banged

besides the point, kei’s is gonna be an aftercare king once he gets some of his need to rail you outta the way. mostly because you’d be undoubtedly wrecked and if he wants to not have be pulp and nut by the end of his rut, he has to try and take care of u as he can

in the fic when i said he ‘handles the details’, i imagine this would be stocking up on easy to prepare food, medicine and like topical aids. just to help u out!!!

the chirps

the chirps

if we’re going full bird, we’re going full bird

lowkey it just sounds cute, kei letting go a little and falling into his more instinctual patterns and he just lets lose some bird sounds

over the course of the rut, you probably end up figuring out what certain tones and vocalizations mean

happy chirps, sad chirps, needy chirps, lil comfort coos, things like that

the nest

im a cancer and a homebody so this part is ~*self indulgent*~ 

basically, protective of his mate right?? gotta keep them safe 😤

most surfaces in the home are padded with some sort of blanket or sheet

literally i can see keigo dropping an insane amount of money on just nesting supplies, sleeping with them and scenting them before situating them just right all around

this is probably a long process bc it has to be perfect before he ruins it with u that’s part of the fun

in the fic, there’s a bed against wall windows which is just a nod at the central part of the nest being a spot where keigo can get a good, high vantage point to see any potential threats 

idk if keigo’s like “damn better fuck them near a window so i can scare of competitors” or “if we’re this high up i can always see if someones coming at us” 

whatever the case it’s definitely more instinct avian brain 

in the end, the whole nest is scattered with his softest feathers, his smell and pheromones. perfect. chefs kiss.

and lastly u gotta except the nest!! 

keigo’s put days into making it just for u two, and you gotta basically like, claim it and him 

once u do, it’s fucking time my dude

horny shit (nsfw) (warning: somnophilia) 

im practicing getting filthy on this account bare with me

in classic rut fashion, he is going to rail you until he’s sated and instinctual somewhat confident you’re pregnant. that’s the core of the whole rut right??

i’ve hc’ed him as having some agency during despite his need to stuff you with nut, but im truthfully not sure how much agency. 

point blank he’s gonna wreck you!!

face-down, ass-up preferred. feelings primal and nasty. 

he likes marking you up too oooo boy. you’re the only person who’s gonna see him for the next few weeks but he’ll  be damned if you’re not covered in scratches, bite marks and hickeys in your most sensitive spots

makes kei coo with pride, seeing you all fucked up and claimed by him. especially if you’re sleeping next to him, fucked out and safe in his arms. all the parts of his brain are sated and that’s probably the only time he can get proper rest

lowkey there’s probably a fair amount of cock warming involved, just ambiently. keigo wants you close, safe and filled with cum and what better way to assure this state other than keeping his nearly perma-hardened cock deep in your cunt for hours on end

he’s nice enough to grind up into you every once in awhile, help you come even in your sleep to keep you comfy and holding his cock just right in your cunt

ugh the existential peace kei must feel when he’s balls deep in his mate while in their nest..... ugh. wow. fucked out dream <333

[pricemarshfield]

in a d20 mood so i’m about to fill out a bunch of @adairable-dirks‘ hurt/comfort requests for the bad kids. love you dude, here’s fabian & kristen, freshman year era

Sometime this month, Kristen’s stopped living at her house.

Fabian doesn’t know the details. If he’s being honest, he doesn’t particularly want to ask. He’s a little worried that it has something to do with the book he got her, but it’s been a few weeks since that, so, probably not?

Daybreak, maybe. Fabian doesn’t regret killing the man at all--no heart, he’s Fabian Aramais Seacaster--but Kristen had looked somewhat uncomfortable, the back half of the fight.

Anyway, all this to say, Fabian hears his father’s voice boom through the house right as he’s trying to sleep, and Kristen’s, not as loud but just as clear, a few moments later. They didn’t have plans, he doesn’t think.

Kristen walks into his room like she’s been invited, and Fabian spares a brief thought for the idea that she hasn’t actually been in here before. Brief thought rather than a whole tangent because Kristen’s eyes, as best he can tell with his semi-darkvision, are red and swollen.

“Kristen?” he says. “Are you--”

“Tried to stay at home, uh. Didn’t work out. Riz is already asleep and I really don’t want to wake him up and Fig’s out at some concert and I’m not staying with Adaine and there isn’t room in Gorgug’s room for another medium-sized person, so. Can I stay here?”

“Of course,” Fabian says. “Am I really last choice?”

Kristen winces, as if realizing how rude it sounds, but doesn’t contradict him, which. Fair.

“Riz is the one who murdered your coach, I don’t know why you’re mad at me,” Fabian mutters, half-joking, and Kristen laughs louder than he was ready for.

“You know, I’m actually not?” Kristen says. “And, like, I should be, right? Because murder’s a sin in pretty much all of the religions. Like, all of them. But he was starting the apocalypse, so maybe not? But he was already defeated when you guys, like--”

“Do you want water?” Fabian interrupts, rude enough his father would scold him if they were talking without tension these days.

Kristen sighs. “Sure. Yeah.”

Fabian goes to ring the bell for Cathilda until Kristen points her staff at him in a very obvious threat, so he slinks into the hallway and fills a glass with water from the fridge. (Not the sink. It being filtered doesn’t make it any less unsanitary.)

When he comes back, Kristen is nestled in his covers.

“Um,” Fabian says.

“This is a queen,” Kristen says. “It’ll be fine.”

“It’s a king,” Fabian corrects, and Kristen smirks at him. He feels a rush of affection and annoyance all at once. “I have a very nice couch you could sleep on.”

“Is this banter or are you genuinely trying to get rid of me?” Kristen asks, and her tone is light and a million alarm bells go off in Fabian’s head all at once.

“Um,” Fabian says, which is already the wrong answer. 

“Forget it, I’ll just ask Fig to come home early,” Kristen says.

“No, it’s fine,” Fabian says. “I’m not going to a bad host, my father would disown me. And I do--care about you. All of you. But also you, specifically?”

“Wow,” Kristen says. “Could you sound more unsure about that if you tried?”

“Come on, I got the world religions book,” Fabian says, and Kristen’s gaze shutters, a little, and Fabian briefly indulges in a fantasy of learning magic just to make people forget just how often he puts his foot in his goddamn mouth.

There’s a beat of silence.

“We don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to,” Fabian says. “We can just sleep. Or I can ask Cathilda to bring us some snuff powder.”

“Cathilda?”

“My maid,” Fabian says.

Kristen’s nose wrinkles. “I’ll pass. I’m still a little hungover, anyway.”

“Still? It’s not even midnight, wouldn’t you still be drunk?” (One thing Fabian does know about, thank you very much.)

“From last night,” Kristen says, and Fabian quietly resolves to make sure Kristen stays away from his mother for awhile.

“Let’s just get some sleep,” Fabian says.

“Okay,” Kristen says. “This bed is insanely comfortable.”

“1000 thread count,” Fabian brags.

“Mine back at home are like, 150,” Kristen says. “I’m stealing this.”

“You’d trip over your own feet before you made it out the door with the sheet,” Fabian says, getting in the bed and staying as far to his own side as possible. What’s the etiquette here? Is he being rude by avoiding physical contact? But wouldn’t it be ruder to accidentally get in her personal bubble?

“You’d trip over your feet,” Kristen says petulantly, eyes already closed. “This bed is soooo comfy.”

“Yes,” Fabian says, and when she does fall asleep, he very quietly gets back out of bed to grab some aspirin for when she wakes up, too.

[americasass91]

Hidden Fantasy

So i’m sure we’ve all thought about this. Well at least I have. I’m a proud shameless hoe for Chris Evans and more specifically, Steve Rogers. I’ve had this idea for awhile and thought what better time to post it than for @stargazingfangirl18​ and @navybrat817​ #shamelesshoesforchris. It is explicit so please proceed with caution. 

Prompts used:

“Oh God, Did I say that out loud?

“Okay, wait, that kind of turned me on”

“We’re not done yet”

If it sucks, i’m sorry. But I greatly enjoyed writing it! 

Rating:Explicit

Words:1.6k

Warnings: Smut, embarrassment, Steve’s Arms

Steven Grant Rogers.

It sometimes still amazed you that he was yours. Sometimes you had to pinch yourself to remind you it was real. He was your man. He was the best boyfriend you could’ve asked for. Sweet, considerate, old fashioned, and charming.

Not to mention the sex was amazing.

You really didn’t know going into the relationship what sex with him was going to be like. You didn’t really care because you liked him for who he was, not how he was in bed.

But what you weren’t expecting was for Steve to be a sex god. He was insatiable. Having you at any chance he could get. Whether that be taking you in the back of the quinjet after a mission or bending you over his desk in his office. When he wanted you, he took you.

Not that you had any complaints. You were a proud shameless hoe for the Super Soldier and you let him take you any way he wanted.

You 2 had indulged in a couple fantasies you had (role play, spanking, tying each other up). But there was something you had always wanted to do but were way too embarrassed to ask or even bring it up.

You were insanely attracted to his arms. They really did something for you. All it took was for him to wrap you in a warm hug or wrap his arm around you while watching tv and all of a sudden you needed new panties.

Or now, when he was lifting weights, watching his muscles flex. You were supposed to be getting your run in on the treadmill but had come to a slow walk not being able to take your eyes off him.

God you just wanted to ride his biceps. And yes you are aware of how weird and kind of creepy that sounds. You hadn’t brought it up to him because you didn’t want him recommending you to a therapist. But you couldn’t help yourself. You had a dream about it and ever since, it’s all you wanted to do.

Steve must feel eyes on him because he looks around the room until he sees you. He gives you a wink and goes back to his weights. The wink makes you stumble so you decide it’s probably best you get off the treadmill.

Natasha and Wanda walk by talking animatedly about something. They look over and see you drooling over your boyfriend. They turn and smirk at each other.

“Hey, Y/N. You have some drool right here.” Nat teases as she points to the corner of your mouth. You quickly bring your hand to your mouth to wipe it away. Your cheeks start to heat up in embarrassment.

“Hey don’t be embarrassed, you and Steve are still in your honeymoon phase. Totally normal to be drooling over him.” Wanda says sweetly, trying to make you feel better.

“Thanks, sometimes I can’t help it.” You reply as you once again look over to Steve who has now started sparring with Sam.

Your mind has once again drifted back to his arms. You tilt your head to the side and watch as he pins Sam on the mat. ‘Jesus Christ, I just want to hump his arms.’ You think as you watch him help Sam to a standing position.

All of a sudden you hear snickering and you look over and see Nat and Wanda laughing behind their hands. Your eyes widen. “Oh god, Did I say that out loud?”

“You sure did and I think some Super Soldier ears heard you.” Nat continues laughing as her and Wanda walk towards another sparring mat.

You reluctantly look up and sure enough Steve is staring at you. He looks somewhat amused. Great, now he probably realizes how much of a weirdo he’s dating. You break eye contact and quickly make your way out of the gym as fast as you can.

You decide that just staying in your room was the best option at this point. You didn’t want to face anyone knowing that Nat has probably told the whole tower by now that you want to ride your boyfriend's impressive arms.

You’re getting ready to bury yourself in your couch when you hear a knock on your door.

You decided to ignore it and go back to your burrito state on the couch. But whoever is knocking is persistent and won’t let up.

You sigh heavily and throw your blankets off of you and head towards the door. You look through the peephole and see Steve waiting patiently.

“Come on doll, I know you’re in there. Open up please.”

Well how can you say no to that? So you hesitantly open the door.  

You’re greeted with a pair of bright blue eyes and a warm smile. “Hi doll, may I come in?” You nod and stand aside allowing him to enter your room.

You close the door and turn around looking at him expectantly. He walks over and pulls you into a sweet kiss. You gladly accept the kiss and bring your arms up around his neck. Not realizing you’re doing it, you squeeze his biceps on the way up.  He chuckles and pulls away. “So, you like my arms huh?”

You press your forehead against his chest. “Can we please just forget I said anything?”

“No, I don’t think I can forget, doll. I believe you said you wanted to ‘hump my arms’. And what my baby wants, my baby gets.”

You snap your head up to look at his face. “What?” Is all you can manage to reply with.

“You heard me, I don’t need to repeat myself. Now I want you to be a good girl and strip for me.” He casually says as he walks towards your bed, stripping himself of his shirt and sweats.  

You just stand there for a moment not quite sure what’s about to happen. But when he turns around and sees that you haven’t stripped yet you quickly jump into action. Usually you like being punished when not listening to him but you’re too curious about what he’s getting at.

You hastily strip as you walk towards him. He lies back on the bed and casually starts palming himself through his dark blue boxer briefs. You can feel yourself getting wet as you stand there and watch him harden beneath his palm.

“Well come on doll, my bicep isn’t going to ride itself.” He says somewhat impatiently. You snap your eyes to his, noticing there is no sign of joking on his face. “Steve, I’m not going to ride your bicep, that’s embarrassing.”

“Why doll, you’ve ridden my thigh until you came. What’s any different really?” You still stand there, unsure if you really want to do this. “Y/N, get your ass over here and mount my arm before I do it for you.” He says sternly.

Not wanting to piss him off any further, you quickly climb up on the bed and straddle his right arm. You kind of just sit still, still too embarrassed to move.

“Come on sweetheart, ride me. I can feel how wet you are. Just let go.” He says as he stares up at you sweetly, still palming himself. You hesitate for just another second before you think ‘Fuck it, I may never get this opportunity again.’

You slowly move your hips back and forth against his arm and he pushes up into you just a little. You throw your head back and moan quietly as you pick up your pace a bit. Then he starts flexing his arm muscles and dear god the sensation makes you fall forward, placing one hand on the headboard and the other on his chest. You really start riding his arm while he continues to flex under you.

“That’s right sweetheart, take what you need from me. My dirty girl, wanting to ride my arm. Such a whore for me aren’t you? Now lean forward more, I want to suck on those beautiful tits.”

You whimper and pick up speed once more as you lean forward. He takes his hand off his erection and grabs your breast. He sucks his nipple into your mouth and bites down. You arch your back and moan out his name. You can feel your orgasm coming, it’s going to hit you, and hard. You move your hand that’s on the headboard and thread your fingers through his hair.

He can tell you're close, he removes his hand from your breast and grabs onto your hip, helping you grind on him even harder and faster. “You gonna come for me, dirty girl? Gonna make a mess all over my arm? Come on sweetheart, make a mess on me.”

That was all you needed to tip you over the edge. You come hard with a silent scream and fall forward onto his chest, slowing the grinding of your hips until the aftershocks wear off. You pant heavily as you remove yourself from his arm and glance down at it, seeing the mess you made. You look over at his face and he’s looking at you expectantly. “Well come on doll, you better clean up the mess you made.” You go to get up to grab a towel when he grabs your arm.

“With your tongue, sweetheart. Make sure to lick me all clean.” You smirk down at him. “Okay, wait, that kind of turned me on.” You declare as you lean down and get to work on licking his arm from your slick.

“Yeah? That’s good cause we’re not done yet doll.” He goes back to palming his erection. You glance over at him as you lick the last of your mess up and see dark lust filled eyes looking back at you.

You feel a shiver run down your spine as you realize you’re in for a long night.

[dumbass-mha-simp]

Hawks x Reader

This is very self indulgent tbh. Mostly gender neutral but does mention make up. Also the reader has mega family trauma cuz same.

Warnings: mentions of food, alcohol, reader is drunk but keigo is vv respectful & doesn't try anything, reader doesn't talk to their family, past family abuse, reader is kinda mean to him at first

I wrote this at like 4am and my phone is wonky and keeps autocorrecting "you" to "he" for no reason but i did like one quick pass through before posting so hopefully it's good enough, this is probably one of the first times I've actually published my fanfiction so hopefully it ain't shit,

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For the last couple months you've been teasing him. Practically any other girl in your position would swoon in your position. But where's the fun in letting him get what he wants so quick?

Pro Hero Hawks, had seemingly everyone wrapped around his finger. With eyes pierced in deep gold and, blazing, ruby red wings, it's hard for anyone to not be attracted to him.

You stood in the back corner of a "special hero party," trying to discern if you should sneak out and do anything more interesting than standing with a bunch of other heros.

"Hello there, beautiful." A thick and sweet voice called as you turned your head to them. "Looking lonely all alone back here, let me join?" Hawks, the number two hero was offering to stand with you. Staying it is I suppose.

"I admire your work, you're really dedicated kid. I like watching your stuff." He says taking a slow sip of his drink.

"You? You watch me?" The disbelief of it rung through in sarcasm. How were you to expect someone like him watched your work. You continued sipping from your drink, even if it was a boring party there was free fancy alcohol and that's all a hero could ever need.

"I wanna see more of you, and not just on the screen or anything. I want to get to know you, you know, maybe take you out a bit, hottie." He uses his middle finger to gently lift your chin up.

"And why do you think I'd immediately just accept some date from a guy I've never even talked to?" You dryly laugh out taking another sip.

"C'mon pretty thing, you know me. Your friendly neighborhood Hawks. The hottest, and most loved person you'll ever meet."

"Ah that's what you are, the hot, amazing, charming, hero to any and all." You scoffed

"The one and only."

You spent the rest of the night either playing hard to get, or annoyed at him. You couldn't exactly tell.

This carried on for months, every event you attended, he was right there on your heels like an abandoned, clingy puppy. He's even started patrolling with you.

"Say when are you gonna quit and just accept a date dollie?" He charmed up behind you.

"I'm at work, Hawks." Your boots cracked on the wet pavement as the last bits of rain desperately clung to the air.

"Why do you play so hard to get?" He questioned in a more serious tone. He was genuinely curious about you. "Most people would kill to have me begging for them, let alone after giving me to cold shoulder so many times." You could hear the upturn in his lips as he spoke.

"Why do you happen to find me the one person worth going for?" You retorted back.

"You interest me. There's very few people I'm genuinely curious about, but one of them's you, kid." He looked up into your eyes from the street. Something you'd never thought you'd see in Hawks' eyes was sincerity over such a topic. He genuinely wanted to know you.

".........Let's just say letting people in isn't my forte." You say quickly but with a slight hint of pain. You begin to walk off again and he doesn't question. He doesn't push you to tell him why. But you could see the way he processes your words on his face.

A bar, on a Thursday night, alone. How pathetic of you. Luckily you had no work tomorrow, a big mission the week before let them cut a couple weekends longer. As you downed your refill you questioned how many you've had.

"How long have I been here?" You whispered slightly to yourself before bringing it to your lips.

The warm rush reflow through your body as you let yourself fall to it. The bartender looked at you from the corner of his eye.

"I'm cutting you off for the night." He looks earnestly at you.

"Now that's not very nice there." You laugh back at him.

You pull out your phone and attempt to call some friends but lucky enough for you, you chose a night they were all at work to recklessly get drunk in the middle of the city. The only other contact you could think of was Hawks.

There's no way he'll pick up. He's gotta be busy. I could find literally anyone else to do it. You mutter in your brain as you go into his contact and start a call.

It rings twice before his voice calls out to you. "Hey this is hawks. ... (Y/h/n), are you there?"

Okay act cool and sober. "Heeeeyyy bird." Shit.

You could practically feel his shit eating grin across the phone. "You in need of a hero babe?"

"Can you please pick me up?" A whine took over your voice. You hated being drunk in front of people like him. That soft affectionate side seems to burst its way out when the alcohol takes control.

"Tell me where you are birdie." He said as you heard some ruffling. "(Bar name idk)." You rough out tiredly.

"Be right there angel." He called before hanging up.

You put the phone down on the counter and groaned. Why him? You try so hard to make sure you don't fall for people. They always end up like the last. You feel like they stop caring once they really meet you. Like they don't want the cake after the first bite.

Used, alone, and forgotten. It's a stabbing feeling that your used to. A feeling of burning heaviness in your stomach.

You sit slumped down onto the bar contemplating your feelings for the winged hero for awhile. Why can't emotions just be controlled?

"Hey-o!" You heard a voice from behind you break through the thoughts corrupting your mind. Hawks smiled and thanked the bartender before reaching his arms around you and helping you off the stool.

I didn't know he could be so gentle..

He walked you out the door and held your arms softly, but supportedly as he looked you in the face. "I'm gonna fly us okay? Don't wriggle to much." With that he picks you up and starts beating his wings.

"Hawks?" You call slurred and quiet.

"Yeah, kid?" He glances down at you with a light smile.

"What's your real name?"

"Well why would I tell you that when you refuse to tell me yours so often?" He chuckled.

"(Y/n) (y/l/n)"

"W..what?"

"My name. It's (Y/n) (y/l/n)." You replied back.

You could see the confusion of your open demeanor. But there was something else in his eyes. Something you couldn't put your finger on.

"Soooooooo....." you trailed off with a smile.

"Keigo Takami." He chortled at your ridiculous smile.

"That's a lot prettier than I thought it would be." You stared into his face. How could anyone not find him attractive. The perfect mix of facial hair, jawline, that dumb grin that was insanely attractive, those eyes that were the perfect gold.

"You're gorgeous, Keigo." You whisper more to yourself than him.

"And you apparently drank a lot more than I suspected." He tried to brush off but you could feel a bit more heat from his face.

"Here it is." He lands gingerly and places you down on the ground, wrapping his arm under your shoulder and holding onto the small of your back. "Let's get you in bed."

"Have you eaten today?" He calls after setting you on the couch and going to the kitchen to get you some water. You shake your head and he looks a little concerned but doesn't push it. He hasn't either so late take out it is.

"What do you want?" He looks to you above the old paper menu he has saved from a place not to far from here. "Cuddles." You pout looking through your phone.

"I meant for dinner (y/n)." He laughs at you. "Oooh that makes sense." You laugh too, "anything with noodles and shrimp, I reaaaaally like shrimp." You smile at him wholesomely as he looks at you with the same missing thing as earlier in his eyes.

He orders for the both of you then takes you to the bathroom and sits you on the counter with your bag. "Makeup remover?" He asked placing your bag on your lap. You pull out some individual wipes as he gentle pulls them from your fingers and moves the bag to the side.

He softly wipes at your face as you close your eyes and focus on the feeling of his hands. After wiping the makeup off he wipes down your face with water to make sure there's no remover left either.

"Beautiful. Now do you want to go watch something while we wait for the food?"

His eyes gleamed at you and it filled you with that feeling of admiration. He was being so considerate and kind. Nothing like you imagined. You were safe. Safe here with him by your side.

You placed a kiss to his cheek.

"(Y/nn)," he closed his eyes softly taking in the tingle of where your lips pressed. "You're drunk off your ass, baby. Lets get you fed and in bed, dear." You nod tiredly as he pulls you down from the counter.

You sit back down on his couch as he answers the door and takes the food. "Someone order shrimp?"

"Oooo!" You clap your hands rapidly and look to him excitedly. He giggles at you and hands you the food.

You sit and eat together. Talking about whatever comes to mind first and building on from wherever it wandered.

"So, what's your family like?" He asked innocently enough. "Eh." You brushed off. A subject you never liked was family.

"I get that." He tried to laugh but it seemed forced. "I was born with two parents and couldn't get a single one to even care about me." You laughed to him.

"Do you talk to them?" He looks like he wants your answer. Like he cares about what you say.

"I try not to. I cut them off when I was a teen, everyone blamed it on me being a dumb rebellious kid. No one ever tried to see what happened in those walls." You trailed off.

"Were you hurt?" He tilts his head as concern covers his features. "That's an understatement." You force a smile back at him and take a bite.

"I...I think I kinda understand what you feel in a way." You meet his eyes as they lazily traveled to the floor. His thoughts stiring from behind his pupils.

"No parent buddies?" You put out your hand for a fist bump. He laughs and fist bumps you, "Yeah, no parent buddies."

You lean a bit closer to him. "I'm sorry you were hurt. They didn't deserve the control they had over you." You went a bit more serious as you draw your eyes up to him.

"Im sorry for you too." He breathed out to you. "Now let's get you in bed." A smile took over as he moved your empty food package onto the table and picked you up.

"PUT ME DOWN KEIGO!" You laugh and softly hit your hands against him. He laughs with you then throws you onto the bed.

"Why am I on the bed?" You frown. "Why wouldn't you be?" He looks as he places your water on the night stand next to you.

"It's your bed."

"And I get to choose who sleeps in it."

He places a feather-light kiss on your temples then goes to the door.

"Keigo-" he turns, "cuddle me?"

"I'll clean up and be back here soon okay?" He smiles at you. "Okay"

After twenty minutes of struggling to keep yourself up you feel a weight press into the mattress, keeping some distance.

You roll up next to him and wrap yourself around him.

"Sweet dreams Keigo."

"Goodnight, (y/n)."

And there he was when you woke up. Right beside you. After awhile you got used to seeing his face when you woke up. Always being able to see the look in his eyes you tried so hard to put your finger on. The lovestruck stupid he was for you.

[cyclogenesis]

director's commentary for 'got a feeling that i'm going under' - especially the relationship bucky has with sam's family, and the scene with sam getting hurt.

Oh man, Got a feeling that I'm going under, the fic into which I put every single emotion I ever had. The idea came from the most fantastically random source - many years ago while chatficcing porn with a friend we were writing a 5SOS Harry Potter AU (yes, I deeply miss having someone to chatfic out my worst id garbage with) and I wrote a bit where I used the phrase "like being split open in reverse" about magical wound-healing. The image always stuck with me, and one evening I was thinking about Bucky Barnes, and what his whole fucking deal is, and the idea for the first scene popped into my head. The accelerated healing factor of super soldiers is so interesting to me, and we've seen so little about it - but like with any injury, it helps a hell of a lot if you set the bone/close the wound/etc. first.

I'm always interested in how Bucky went from sniper twink to the guy pitching himself off a motorcycle headfirst at another super soldier; that dude has gotten reckless as hell with his body! So he for sure gets hurt a lot, and I doubt that he was tended to with much care when he was the Winter Soldier, so I imagine he's gotten used to seeing to his own injuries while in the field, probably to the point of feeling awkward about someone else checking on him now. Thus: Local Man, 106, Really Trying to Go to Bed Still Bleeding, Realizes Horrified Partner.

I started writing it sometime after episode 3 or 4 (taking it on faith that the show was gonna have a HEA), initially because the other thing I was working on was taking too long to get to the porn, so I thought I'd write a one scene 4k or so little thing where Sam tends to Bucky's wounds, and they're tucked close in a motel bathroom and, you know, then they fuck, good for them. But then I was really enjoying the tension of that scene, and then I thought about artistically carved magical wounds, and things escalated.

Honestly, my usual approach to any fic is "write enough story to earn the sex scene", so that's sort of what I was doing, but in the way where I kept complaining to my friends that I was trying to get to the porn, but I just kept writing all these feelings. (I think at this point, with this pairing at least, I have to admit that I also always want to write enough story to make it clear that even if they don't say so in the fic, they are absolutely in love with each other.)

I was really struggling with how to finish out the first kiss scene, because I really wanted to get to the porn, but it was just kind of a logistical pickle. It took awhile to occur to me that I didn't have to write about the first time they have sex, which was mind-blowing as that's almost always what I write. Once I realized that, I also realized that (at this point, after the high of the show's ending) I desperately wanted to write a little established relationship for them.

So a kitchen injury to continue the theme was kind of a gimme, and having Bucky cooking dinner at Sam and Sarah's felt like it went right along with how clearly Bucky is part of their family now per ep 6, and would thus be comfortable enough there after awhile to cook in their kitchen (though he still wants to do a good job!). Plus the kids clearly adore him, and I think AJ's still at the age where he'd openly be more dazzled by Bucky and thus eager to help him do whatever. Indulge me in breaking down the following bit, because it's one of my favorite parts:

“I’m fine,” Bucky says again, looking at the stove as if it might betray him and his carefully constructed soup if he gets out of its sightline. “It just needs to simmer for five more minutes.” (Still trying to refuse help, but he'll get there, bless him! Also though he's put a lot of effort into becoming a good cook, he still doesn't entirely trust recipes and gets a little nervous when four other people are depending on him to be fed.)

Sarah, having already assessed the scene and identified what needs to be done, retrieves a wooden spoon from the drawer and pokes Bucky with it. “I got it, go.” (I love the mental image of the wooden spoon poke. Like first of all yes, jab the man, but also it shows quickly that in Sarah's mind at this point Bucky is basically her brother-in-law. 😭!!)

“The salad is looking good,” AJ reports to everyone. (Children are small insane people that still require attention and validation even when someone else is literally bleeding! Love that for them, sincerely.)

“It’s gonna be a great salad, buddy!” Bucky says to him over his shoulder as Sam directs him to the first floor bathroom. (But like, Bucky is so good with kids. He's happy to validate AJ and appreciates his help! He wants to help AJ grow up to be a good man and men these days have to know how to cook! 🥺)

Bucky is out here and he's ready to be a Barnes-Wilson (or a Wilson-Barnes. Or a Wilson. He's flexible)!!

And now the last scene, man, the last scene. Like the rest of this fic, it was absolutely not planned ahead of time in any reasonable way. Let me be super honest here: I ran across a Tumblr post that was basically like "fics where Sam takes care of Bucky are stupid garbage and so are the people who write them" (loosely paraphrased) and I was like OH FUCK this fic is thematically wrong and I Am The Problem, and after brooding about that for probably longer than I should have I realized, relatedly and fortunately, that the only way it made sense to end this fic was to flip the theme on its head and have Sam get injured and Bucky have to look after him. And how Bucky would freak out and become immediately invested in doing everything he can to make sure he can take care of Sam in every way forever. From there I sat down and wrote out the last scene pretty quickly!

I always get the most nervous about endings, so I'm really glad people enjoyed this one. I was pretty in my feelings after posting this fic, considering that I hadn't written a story since 2018, it was my first one for this pairing, it's a real stylistic switch from my past uh few decades of work, I hadn't written for a media fandom with a ton of canon in one thousand years, the central theme was magical wound-healing (?!), etc. The response to it was an extremely pleasant surprise and something I'm still grappling with as I've continued to write in this fandom. I hope someday I can write something else that connects with people the way this one did!

[rfadaydreaming]

GRRR zen smut hcs pls 🥵 lemme know EVERYTHING

nsfw zen headcanons

ask and you shall recieve! uhh this is kind of long. can you tell i’ve been sitting on these for awhile... oops. nsfw under the cut ↓

zen has a bit of an obsession of taking nudes. if you thought his selfie addiction was bad, just you wait. he has a lot of them hidden away in his camera roll. in a locked folder, of course. hopefully seven never hacks in to take a peek, theres a lot going on in there.

be prepared for him sending a lot of suggestive photos when he enters a relationship with you. they’re not always explicit, he likes to tease you. especially if you’re out in public. dickprint in grey sweatpants kinda thing sometimes, lifting up his shirt to show off his v line and obviously straining jeans. a lot of suggestive pics with innuendos.

example

“post workout. wanna shower with me when i get home jagiya? ;)”

he has the best lighting and angles whenever he sends them, wont just grab it and whip it out with the flash on. no. he’s classy. makes them look like absolute art and leaves you wanting more. videos too, these are always explicit. he’ll send videos of him moaning your name while he finishes himself off. this is dangerous just because it has his voice in it, it could be tied back to him indefinitely. so he really trusts you here.

ever the flirt, even in public. his flirting can turn into something further if you let it. if you two are at dinner a wandering hand may start to find its way up your leg, has pulled you aside at rfa parties for some 7 minutes in heaven kind of fun. this man has no shame.

into the thrill of semi public sex. he’s impatient when it comes to you, especially when he sees you in certain outfits or you do a little mannerism that just drives him nuts. while the excitement and buzz is still lingering after a show finishes, he just cant help himself. never too public– he’s not trying to ruin his career– but bathrooms, closets, maybe even cars in the parking lot if he really can’t wait. quickies before he goes on stage carries such a certain thrill to it. especially if his co-stars are looking for him. having to stay silent and hoping they don’t knock or open the door. if someone walks by he’ll try his best to make you whine or moan. drives you nuts.

doesn’t indulge in this too often just because of how detrimental it could be to his career if you both are actually caught. but the thrill is like no other.

he’s not into super into heavy kinks, like bdsm and such. you can get him to degrade you as long as you assure him it doesn’t hurt your feelings, its a turn on. if your WAP doesn’t already convince him enough but is always sure to let you know he doesn’t actually mean it and spoils you with love during aftercare.

dirty talker. filthy talker. has no restraint.

when he dirty talks its still always laced with the same old honeyed tone you’re used to. his voice drops deeper and is downright erotic. can makes your knees weak from lewd words alone. lets his mouth run especially when you blow him, ever so chatty when he’s the one being spoiled.

“a pretty little angel choking on a pretty big cock. oh how it suits you, don’t you think so jagiya? not such an angel anymore.”

he’ll grab your chin and bring your eyes further up towards the phone camera while he speaks, taking a picture then showing it back to you while you’re still busy between his legs. agree with him when he asks you something like that. he likes it.

spanking is the most he’ll go physically, a bit of degradation, tugs and pulls here and there that sting in the best way—especially directed towards your chest. he can be rough at times, but never wants to outright hurt you. not into choking, slapping. not his cup of tea.

always rougher with some alcohol added to his system. much harder to contain the beast that way.

teeth mashing, love bites, rough hands. less restrained than normal. wild and frantic, like you’re the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted and he’s the hungriest man alive.

can’t even be called love making at that point, its just fucking.

he can hold out for a decent amount of time, thinking of that furball always helps pull him back a little. but if he cums before you it feels like a failure for him. weird mental block. he will absolutely do his very best make up for it, its rare when he does finish first but if does... you’re in for a long night ahead. especially if you do something to bring him over the edge, even when he warned you first.

he’s not partial to giving or receiving, likes both pretty equally. anything you give to him, he will always return the favor. he adores spending time in between your thighs more than anything else– can’t deny that you’re quite the pretty sight on your knees for him like that. blowjobs are always nice, no complaints there. he absolutely loves seeing him in your mouth, drooling over him like that. guilty little pride boost when you can’t fit him all in or you gag on him.

he can go to town on you. for a long time. and he’s very good at what he does. he’s an actor and singer, his art is practically his mouth. you best believe he takes your pleasure seriously. won’t let you go until your legs are shaking and you’re seeing white. his favorite thing about the entire experience is when your breathing starts to speed up, you squeeze your thighs tight around his head and grab his hair— the energy of the build up that happens, the adrenaline of knowing whats coming next. whos coming next. his heart rate increases and he gets butterflies deep within the heat of his stomach. he can get off on seeing you cum alone. would love to live between your thighs if you’d let him.

whenever you blow him off, he’s extremely vocal. zens a big moaner, especially when you use your mouth on him. loves to cum on your face, as long as that’s okay with you. if you open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out, finishing him off with your hand while you gaze up at him with lidded eyes. he finishes hard whenever you do that. tries his best not to get it in your hair if he can help it. still a gentleman ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ♡

he can never get enough of seeing you absolutely wrecked. flushed, drooling, hot and completely drenched in more ways than one. determined to get you squirming from his fingers and mouth alone, as long as theres time, he can drag out sessions for quite a time. if you’re coherent afterwards then he feels he’s not doing something right.

really loves to overstim you, but turns into a big baby whenever you do it back to him. not a whiner, but certainly is if you keep using your tongue on him or riding him after he’s already came. you’ll have him squirming and begging if you keep going after he’s finished. insanely sensitive.

he deeply loves when you take the reins and go on top. gets a perfect view of... well, everything. to see you work yourself up and down his length, face twisted in pleasure and desire while you use him to get you where you please. its a big turn on for him.

mirrors in the bedroom. he has a thing for watching himself fucking you and seeing you being fucked. favorite is doggy style with you facing the mirror so he can see your face lost in desire perfectly. the desire he’s giving you. loves watching himself too tbh

if you grab his hair he will moan. moan. he absolutely loves when you grab his hair, especially while he’s going down on you. he has a sensitive scalp so it never fails to send a shiver down his spine. will groan so deeply into you, its a win-win for both parties.

he has wet dreams often. even in his sleep he can’t escape you. once you and him move in together they only seem to increase–so impromptu 3am sex is quite common with him around.

body worship. not just for him, but you as well. kisses you head to toe in the most passionate way a person possibly could with another. down on his knees as he does it, praises spilling from his lips as he practically prays to you.

for him, he just adores it when you shower him in over the top praises and affections. worship him. kiss him up and down and let yourself get lost in it, leave marks and scratches– marking his perfect form as yours.

leave your love bites or scratches in places people can see, out on display. deep inside he knows he should be ashamed being so brazen about them, but theres something intimately gratifying about having the world know he belongs to you, and only you. it gets him hot and bothered especially if he’s not able to cover them before he goes up on stage.

ruin his godly appearance. wreck him, leave him breathless, flushed, completely and utterly satisfied. mess up his hair, make him sweat–make him beg. seeing stars and going again and again until he can’t even speak correctly anymore. everytime he thinks he cant possibly be anymore in love with you, you get him like this and he realizes how wrong he truly was. he’s a mess, only for you.

[wherearemyglassesbro]

A h/etalia Umbrella academy au but it isn’t actually one, it’s just inspired by UA kinda...idk

//Uh keep in mind that this is going straight from the drafts onto your dash and uhhh there will for sure be spelling errors so don’t roast me lmao

Roman ‘Roma’ Vargas: An eccentric billionaire who founded the Academy of the World’s Finest (or the AWF for short). He gets bored very quickly and went from buying rockets to building hotels to managing casinos to buying children. A very crazy sequence of events! (Roma has many secrets but I don’t feel like fleshing it’s out rn this is just the bare bones of this just for fun!! And if you’ve seen both seasons of UA you probably already knows what you need to know). One faithful day, October 1st 1989, multiple beautiful babies were born from women who were not pregnant the day they were born. This phenomenon made itself known to Roma and he was off to find as many of these children that he could! He sent his staff all over the world to buy these children. He successfully purchased 9.

Number 1, purchased for $10,000 in Las Vegas: Number 1 was picked to be number 1 because Roma thought he was such a strong looking baby. Alfred was actually purchased fifth out of his siblings but no one knows that except Roma himself. Alfred, from a young age, was able to cause an obscene amount of damage. When he held Roma’s hand while learning to walk, he crushed the bones in his hand. When he kicked a soccer ball down the hallway, it went through the wall like a meteor. When he knocked on Arthurs door to bother him, the door snapped in half (and Art screamed bloody murder). He has an insane amount of strength without even trying! It was very hard for him to get a handle on it because he’s so spontaneous and isn’t really one to think before acting but once he and hs siblings started training for hero work?? That was his motivation to be better, to control his power to use it against bad guys!!! He’s the golden boy of the family, he never disobeys Roma and will never, even now, say anything bad about him. ‘Hey! He’s my dad, he saved me from whatever shithole life I was destined to have in Nevada. I couldn’t be more thankful for my life! And mom, if you’re watching this...Thanks. I don’t know who you are but...Thank you’

Number 2, purchased for $25,000 in Le Mans: Number 2’s power presented itself only after he learned to talk. Francis’s power of persuasion is both a blessing and a curse for him. He’s struggled greatly with being ‘number 2’, he wants the same validation and attention as ‘number 1’ gets. He doesn’t think it’s fair. He often used his power for bad things arond the house like ‘J'ai entendu une rumeur that you broke every finger on your right hand!’ that was a very gruesome morning for Alfred and the scolding that Francis got scarred him for life as he was insulted and cursed out in front of his family. Even after that, he still kept up his happy exterior. He was also usually the face of the AWF, appearing on magazine covers which he may or may not have influenced the writers just a bit. His power is strong but he does not use it on Roma because he’s terrified of what would happen if he did!! As he’s gotten older, he’s falls off the wagon a little but he’s trying to make a solid recovery. Also, when he was 7 he found out he was born in France! He then forced himself to become totally fluent in French and taught himself to have a French accent too. Whoopie....

Number 3, purchased for $1000 in Sicily: Number 3 is a dangerous child, he was from day one. When he was born, he was presenting a 116 degree fever yet he was acting totally normal. His mother was convinced he was the devil and was more than happy to sell him off to Roma. Roma felt a deep connection to Lovi from the start....Lovi looked like him. He looked like he could be his biological son. Lovi got special treatment from Roma often but he still felt overshadowed by his siblings. I mean, a majority of his siblings are pretty blondes. He felt left out often. But he would channel that anger into training and cooking! He has a trick that he likes to do, cracking an egg into his palm and cooking it. That one impresses Alfred every time! Not that he’s hard to impress. Lovi would often push himself too far in his quest to be the best and snap at his siblings, leaving him even more alienated from them. He spent a lot of time around Roma and Feli, mostly Roma. He got a lot of one-on-one training with him and a lot of praise too. All he ever wanted to do was be perfect for his father. He set bad guys on fire, did interviews on live tv, set fire to a warehouse full of gang members, all kinds of stuff that he never would have done on his own. Stuff that he didn’t want to do. All so he could impress Roma

Number 4, purchased for $700 outside of Berlin: Number 4 has always been hyper and loud! But his powers suddenly developed over night, which was terrifying for him. Gilbert awoke in the middle of the night to pee one night and was met with a ghost in the bathtub. Naturally, Roma encouraged him to speak with ghosts and would make him go to cemeteries to talk to the dead. Ghosts scared him so he’d secretly take Benadryl to knock himself out but as he got older, he realized that he couldn’t be scared anymore cause these ghosts needed a friend :( so he used these ghosts to fight in missions and in return, he’d play games with them and chat with them, just being friend with the ones who had a hard time crossing over :’) he likes using his powers for good but feels like he’s taking advantage of his ghost friends sometimes which took the fun out of crime fighting

Number 5, given to Roma for free outside of Kyoto: Number 5 got a late start compared to his siblings. His powers took awhile longer to manifest and he had trouble learning to read. But once he caught up, he proved himself to be the smartest out of all of them. Smarter than some of them combined, even. Kiku still often indulged in his siblings antics but at the same time, he felt he was somewhat superior to them. He learned to poof himself from one side of the room to the other, starting off small. He figured out he could time travel one night when Francis and Gil were hammered and knocked a vase over. Kiku felt every muscle in his body tense, then a sensation of falling, then he was suddenly 10 seconds in the past!! Wow!! He caught the vase before it could hit the ground and kicked Fran so he fell down, leaving him to sleep on the foyer floor while Gil just stood there like ‘wtf...?’. When Roma started berating him for ‘getting too cocky’, Kiku threw a bit of a hissy fit and decided to jump to the future!! He did and landed himself in the aftermath of the 2019 apocalypse, unable to get back home cause he wore himself out and had no idea what he had even done to get himself there in the first place lmao sucker.

Number 6, purchased for $10,000 in York: Number 6 was an extremely fussy baby. All he did was cry and cry and cry, it was very frustrating for Roma since the other babies were somewhat easier to handle. Arthur was indeed a handful. When he was hungry, baby food tins and spoons would float out of the pantry and over to his highchair. When he wanted to torment his siblings, he’d take their things and throw them across the room with his mind. When a sinking was annoying him, he’d simply lift them up and shove them out of his room. Easy. He is probably the smartest or second smartest of his siblings. He isn’t the most athletic but he spent lots of time studying, so much so that Roma had to constantly buy new books for Art to read to keep him mentally stimulated. He was often a voice of reason though no one listened to him. When fighting he was very useful!! He never needed to get close to the bad guys, he could throw them around without moving a muscle! The only downside is that it wore him out after awhile...Ugh. He avoided the media but did do interviews with his mask on, encouraging kids his age to stay in school! By the time Art was 13, he was taking college level tests and reading college level material so...he’s one smart cookie

Number 7, given to Roma for free in undisclosed location in Russia: Number 7 is too powerful for her own good. At a young age, Francis was told to convince her that she had no powers. This was done in secret, only Roma, the house staff, Francis and Kiku knew it happened. Everyone else was oblivious and left out of the loop. Vanya has the ability to shake the earth, to cause obscene amounts of damage in the blink of an eye. Her power was something that Roma could have never prepared himself for. So from that day on, Vanya was a ‘normal girl’. She watched from the sidelines as her siblings got to train and fight. She sat with Feli to paint or sew or just talk. She went through every day feeling worthless, like she wasn’t meant to be a part of this family. She channeled her feelings into art, painting canvasses worth of rainy cities or melting people. She made a series of paintings depicting her siblings’ abilities through chunky brushstrokes and vibrant colors. Each painting sold for over one million dollars. She thought her art career would impress her father. It didn’t.

Number 8, purchased for $15,000 and 10 cows outside of Oslo: Number 8 was always a quiet boy, he kept to himself and Roma thought he may be powerless as well for almost 5 years until lightning struck the house...on a bright sunny day...not a cloud in the sky. Turns out Lukas and Kiku were arguing. They were only 5 so they were just shrieking and yelling nonsense then BAM!!!! Lighting. Roma was so terrified but Lukas was giggling and shooting soarks out of his hands, his hair sticking up like crazy. He was always quiet and reserved, he spent a lot of time in the library or on the roof just looking out over the city. He didn’t like sneaking out of the house like his brothers and sisters did but he went ‘to keep an eye on them’...he always had fun though. He stayed away from the media and wore a mask that his most of his face so he wouldn’t be recognized. Sadly, in a tough fight in a hostage situation, Lukas was shot and killed when he was 15, right when he was starting to consider writing a book about hero work and how as he aged, he was becoming more confident in himself due to helping others. It was a tragic loss for his siblings

Number 9, purchased for $800 and a new car in La Coruna: Number 9 was successful from the start, surpassing her siblings in height very very fast. Her power just happens to be her speed. Carmen, as a baby, was a lot to handle since she crawled around the house at 40 miles an hour. Even her sleep schedule was quick, she’d take a 20 minute speed nap and have enough energy to run around for hours after. When she was introduced to the idea of being a hero, she agreed so fast that she nearly bit her tongue off. She always got her chores done quick, helped around the house, all of that since a task that would take 3 hours only took a few minutes for her. She was a great female role model and did many interviews for teen magazines to encourage girls to be their best, that has always been her message. She even wrote ‘GRLPWR’ on her cheeks in black paint before heading off to fight crime in case she had her picture taken. Roma wasn’t a huge fan of that but she didn’t care too much :) she has always stuck up for her sisters!! And she has always been close to Fran and Gil but as they got older, their interests began to differ so she found herself hanging with Vanya and Arthur more

Feliciano Vargas: Roma Vargas’s only biological son. He does not have powers and often felt left out when he was left behind while his siblings went on missions. He’s 2 years younger than the rest of them and is often referred to as ‘stupid little brother’ by Lovino which hurt his feelings. When he was a baby, they were like 2 and a half so they didn’t see him as ‘aww look my baby brother!’ They just found him annoying cause he cried a lot. Like his siblings, he never met his mom but he does feel good knowing that he will always have his dad. When he and the academy kids fight, he will often rub it in their faces that at least Roma is his biological dad. That really rubs salt in the wounds, huh? Feli has always gotten on well with Vanya, they got left behind all the time so they got to paint and play music together :) they made eachother very happy

Gilbert and Lukas: Gil didn’t really like Lukas much when they were younger cause Lukas was just...quiet and reserved. Gil is the exact opposite. But now that Lukas is dead, Gil pities him and hangs out with him. They trained a lot together but Gil got embarassed when they trained cause if someone were to walk in, they’d just see Gil shouting and punching at nothing so...They trained in the dark at 3am on the roof where they wouldnt be interrupted. Now that Gil is older, he can channel Lukas almostperfectly. Lukas has an almost totally physical form when Gil uses his powers, allowing Lukas to channel lightning the way he was able to when he was alive. Lukas doesn’t like doing that too often cause it’s a bit cruel, getting to feel alive when you’re not :/

Kuma: Kuma was a normal polar bear that was experimented on in a lab that Roma funded. The scientists combined his DNA with monkey and human DNA and after much trial and error, they were able to get his brain to process English. So he wears a collar that allows him to talk. He scolded the kids for running around in the house but then five minutes later he’d let them ride his back while HE ran around the halls :) he was like a fun uncle to them. He wore a bow tie :)

Wan yu: Roma fell in love with a woman from China when he was younger. She was studying culinary arts in Italy and he absolutely fell head over heels for her. But things didn’t work out. So once the tech came around, he had an advanced robot version of his first love created for the sole purpose of loving him and his children. She was programmed to be a great role model, compassionate, patient and...A good cook. The kids all called her mom or ma and even though she never technically had favorites, she was always fond of little Kiku. She was the one who taught him to read when he had trouble doing so and she’s stay up late with him in secret to help him catch up in other languages. The kids all had to learn Italian, English, Spanish, Greek and Russian bedore they were even 8 years old. Since Kiku took a bit longer to grasp that kind of stuff, she would sneak him down to the library to have one-on-one lessons with him. :) she was also very caring when it came to Alfred, she saw how hard he pushed himself sometimes and it hurt her to watch. She made cookies for him on especially rough days

Lukas’s death: Lukas’s death hit Arthur, Vanya and Gilbert especially hard. Arthur and Lukas bonded over similar interests, Lukas and Vanya played chess all the time and gossiped and Gilbert always thought that Lukas was the coolest sibling he had. His death was used as motivation for everyone else to continue training. Gilbert ‘summoned’ Lukas three days after his death and Lukas has followed him around ever sicne. Lukas wasn’t avtually summoned, he’d been secretly roaming the house for days and decided to just let Gil think he summoned him. Roma was depressed about his son’s death for a week or so but he never really allowed himself to feel negative emotions for too long so he was over it a bit...too quickly.

[snarwor]

moon and old stars - chapter 2

Wooooo Chapter 2~ Enjoy some Din/Boba blowjobbery. AO3 link at the bottom so you can stay notified of updates. Link to Chapter 1 here

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Slave I wasn’t outfitted with the sonic shower the Razor Crest had. Fett kept a rather complicated-looking water shower on board, which had Din staring at it for several minutes in furrowed-brow confusion before he caught his expression in the mirror.

He hadn’t ever seen his face that red in his life. His eyes were puffy and bright, and his mouth stained a dark red with how hard he’d been trying to keep his sobs in, and if not in, silent. The right side of his face was creased, and matched the weave of Fett’s trousers. Kriff. His eyes flashed down to the floor again and he got into the shower.

As soon as the water hit his back, he had to bite down on his fist to keep from moaning at the perfect water pressure and heat. Fett may have bummed it on Tattooine for years, but he certainly didn’t bum it on Slave I. Din could count on one hand the number of times he’d taken a water shower, and three of those times were freezing cold and pathetic. He wanted nothing more than to stay in this shower forever, but the galaxy was waiting out there, as was the kid.

A frown came over his face, and he felt the initial joy of the shower pass from him. He washed his hair with too-rough hands, letting the uneven locks fall into his eyes as he tried to get a grip on reality again. He’d just asked for a reprieve from all this, and he hadn’t even gotten off.

It was strange to think about, actually. He had gone in expecting nothing, then expecting sex, and now...his body had never felt like this before. He was all at once jittery and fatigued, and he couldn’t make sense of it.

Well. It’s not like he couldn’t take care of himself. He had been doing just that for decades, now. Before he could think twice on it, he wrapped his hand around his prick and gave a slow tug. He couldn’t help his mind drifting back to the moments before. Kriff, his knees were still a little red from how long he’d been kneeling. That sense of powerlessness, the submission that came from the act, Din had never thought he would be the kind of man to do that willingly.

He’d practically begged Fett to do it.

The thought of actually begging the stoic man for anything made his dick twitch in his hand, and he gave a small gasp. The fantasy unfolded itself like a many-paged text. Sensations, phantom now, of the heat beneath his cheek and the hand atop his head, came back to him in a flurry of feeling, each one more powerful than the last. Within a minute, he was tugging at himself in earnest, keeping his breathing steady even as his mind spiraled out of control.

“You were very good for me.”

The praise, flooding his chest now, was the tipping point, and he felt the skin on his lip give way to his teeth, the taste of blood spilling across his tongue as he spilled in his hand, silent and controlled.

He blinked his eyes again, and things were clear once more.

Kriff.

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Dressed and securely strapped in his beskar, Din was only a little jittery. He retreated to eat by himself, instead of with the others. That’s twice in a day he’s had to take his helmet off, prompted by little more than his body’s needs.

He also felt all of their eyes on him, like they knew what he’d done. Din ate as fast as he could and returned, comfortable back behind the helmet once more. The four-man crew geared the ship up for travel, and he did what he could. He could hardly look at Fett as it was.

Fett wasn’t having any of that.

Within the first three minutes that they had reached lightspeed, Din was being dragged by the back of his helmet back to the berthing he was avoiding thinking of. He made a surprised noise. Fennec and Cara didn’t look surprised. When the door sssnicked shut behind them, he was tossed back onto the bed with a bounce. Unarmed, and in close quarters, Din’s heartrate started ratcheting up. Fett stood before the hatch, arms crossed.

“Was that necessary?” Din shouted.

“If you are going to continue acting like a shamed, shy child, then I shall treat you like it.”

Din gawked from beneath the helmet. He wished he had a telemetry scanner for what the kriff to do in this situation. There was no such thing. “I was not acting—”

“You are practically shouting your shame. What was it I told you about being in here.”

“You are not of a Creed you can disappoint while in here. The only truth is that you are mine.”

He made a soft noise and tried to sit up, but quick as a flash, Fett had his hand pressed against the middle of Din’s armor, looming over him. The weight itself stilled Din’s struggling movements. He was still breathing hard, and his chin hurt a little from the helmet’s chafing as he was dragged.

“Will you tell me why you feel shame?”

“We’re Mandalorians. You should know why.” His voice almost didn’t pick up on the vocoder, it was so soft.

“You needed something, I provided. There is no shame in needing help. Mandalorians often work together.”

“In the old times, perhaps. Not when there’s so little of us that the hunted Jedi outnumber us.”

Fett’s face took a considering twist to it. “Then think not of yourself as a Mandalorian. Not in here, and not with me. What we do in here should not be colored any different in your mind when you are somewhere else to think of it.”

“What?” Not as a Mandalorian? Was he insane?

“I know you heard me the first time.”

“We shouldn’t have ever done this,” Din said, shifting a little on the bed. It’d been so long since he’d had something soft beneath him, and the hard body above him played nicely against that comfort.

“Why?”

“It’s—”

“Shameful?” Fett said, quirking an eyebrow upward. Din knew the objection was weak. “Plenty of Mandalorians have indulged and continue to indulge in their fantasies and the very human needs of their bodies. In fact, you did in the ‘fresher a few hours ago. Yet you’re ashamed of wanting this, wanting me.”

Din could not say a single thing. It was like Fett had taken the words out of his mind. He swallowed roughly. “What am I supposed to do?” he said, at long last.

“In here, as I say. Would you like it to continue past the door?”

Din shook his head. “N-not with the others around.” A tension eased in his chest that he hadn’t noticed was there. He had acknowledged that what had happened, had happened, and had helped gain him some clarity, even if just for a few hours. Kriff, he’s going to need to be on his game for when they got to Gideon’s cruiser.

Fett only nodded. “We will be in hyperspace for awhile yet. They will alert us if something needs my attention. For now, you need my attention.”

He spoke with weight and truth behind his words, and Din’s face burned at the feeling.

“Do you wish to stay? You know my rules and the conditions for if you say yes.”

Din thought it over in his head. He would not be met with shame nor judgment from Fett, not in here. It was a good deal, and no one need know.

So he nodded.

And took off his helmet.

Fett helped set the rest of the armor aside, until he was back to the clothes he was wearing when he’d kneeled before. Din remained reclined on the bed, unsure of what to do next. He looked to Fett for guidance, and was given it.

“Have you ever sucked cock?” Fett asked. At Din’s sputtered mess of a response, that eyebrow quirked up again. He didn’t follow it up with any other questions regarding Din’s experience (or lack thereof). “Would you like to learn?”

The way he phrased it. Din’s mouth watered at the thought, and his eyes flicked to the fly on Fett’s trousers. He nodded again, mute with desire.

Fett simply climbed onto his bed, leaning against the far bulkhead, and took himself out. Din almost hid from the sight, but was urged forward by a hand on his head, guiding, leading, protecting.

Teaching.

Eyes wide, Din let himself be led between Fett’s legs, and he rested up on his elbows to put himself above the task at hand.

“Use just your tongue, for now.” Fett’s hand pressed down a little, leaving Din with the option to follow orders or deflect his path to the side if he’d changed his mind. His tongue, pink and a little nervous, poked out past his lips to lick at the skin just under the fat head.

He tasted of skin and slightly of sweat, but it was obvious Fett bathed often, and had the means to do so. He licked again, bolder now, and the difference in texture from the underside of Fett’s cockhead and the rest of his length made Din’s mind buzz in excitement.

“There you go. Jate, jate.” Stars, he was speaking Mando’a. Din’s entire soul stood up at attention.

“Oh, kriff,” he whimpered, his lips catching against Fett’s prick in a facsimile of a kiss. His eager body followed the notion, pressing a kiss to the underside of the head and pressing his tongue experimentally along the thick vein. He could feel Fett’s pulse through this.

“You want to be good for me, ad’ika?” Din’s head swirled with want. He must have gone cross-eyed. He nodded, the slightly-damp head smearing over his cheek a little. Curious, Din leaned down and licked against the slit, and pulled back a little at the taste. He went in again, taking another lick, following with his lips. He hadn’t even kissed the man, and he was kissing at his prick like a priest at an altar. “That’s it. Go ahead and suck on just the tip for me. Keep using your tongue. Don’t wanna use your teeth for this.”

It seemed like common sense, but Din almost jolted at the thought that he would try and do anything like that to him. Brown eyes flicked up to Fett’s, and he nodded his understanding. Din pressed another sloppy kiss to the head, bobbing in a rhythm that soothed him dizzyingly fast. Another whimper left the back of his throat, and the hand on his head scritched at his scalp with care. He’d been rough with himself in the ‘fresher, earlier. This gentleness was nothing he’d ever felt before.

“Go on, go a little deeper. Not too much. Just a little—good, so good for me.”

Din was eager to please him, all the troubles and worries which had plagued him now far, far away. The soft, deep voice spurred him on faster and deeper. The hand in his hair pulled a little, not in scolding, but reminding him to ease up.

“Not a race, little one.”

Din shivered, and he practically gasped around Fett’s cock.

“No one’s ever treated you like this before, have they? What a shame. You look so beautiful like this, just for me, just mine.”

“Yours,” Din gasped, a little slurred with the dick in his mouth.

“Go ahead and put your hand where mine is. Just to keep it steady.” Din brought his shaking hand up to where Fett’s scarred one was wrapped in a loose hold around the base. He never considered his hands to be slender or graceful, but Fett’s description of him, little one, was certainly true when comparing the two of them. Din held onto him, and had to scoot up a little more, his unoccupied hand planting itself in the sheets beside Fett’s hip before pulling back. Fett arranged him how he wanted, all his limbs curled in the circle of his bowed legs. A sense of calm and safety came over him, and he shivered again, feeling himself harden in his trousers.

“I—” Din looked up, a question in his eyes. “Am I doing it right?”

“You’re doing so well for me, little one. I promise. Just keep doing what feels good. You have good instincts. Show them off for me.”

Din set to work.

He knew it’d be a stretch if he took any more in his mouth, and felt comfortable just suckling at the tip, getting that strange taste right from the source. Almost on its own, his hand started to stroke at the base, just little squeezes and pulls which in turn pulled a low, pleased noise out of Fett.

Without pulling off, Din looked up at him. The hand on his head was now petting him, a gentle affection that matched the open-mouthed expression on Fett’s face. He licked at the underside of Fett’s cock, just letting his tongue catch on the edge of the crown as he went. His tongue was going to be tired from this, he knew. It was worth it to see the expression change from awe to tight and twisted in pleasure.

Then Din pushed himself down deeper. His lips stretched, but the punched-out noise Fett made had him doing it again and again, bobbing his head eagerly, wanting more, taking more until he gagged, sputtering a little. He sat back, eyes flicking back up to see if he’d done something wrong. Fett let out a shuddering breath. “Happens,” Fett said between pants. “You’re still doing very good for me, ad’ika. Go on, try again.”

“Yes, d—” Din froze up all over, and swallowed nervously, mute once more.

“That happens too. Call me what you like, I promise I won’t mind. Say it for me. Try it out loud.”

“It was just an—”

“I don’t think I was asking.” Fett’s fingers twisted in his hair, curled wildly from not getting to dry just right.

“Yes...daddy.” Now Din felt that same punch to the gut, pleasure and some white-hot, twisting, bladed contentment pulsing through his veins. He pressed his face into the patch of bare skin showing at the top of Fett’s thigh, and the hand on his head moved to the back of his neck.

A soft squeeze. “Very good, my boy.”

Tears sprung to Din’s eyes again, and he looked up. He must have been a pitiful sight, but in Fett’s eyes, his submission and humility were beautiful, almost incandescent and radiant on its own.

Din’s cheeks were a ruddy red, and his lips slightly swollen from so much work with his mouth.

“That’s my good boy,” Fett said again. “You wanna keep going for Daddy?”

“Yes, please,” Din rasped, almost bowing his head, before a finger lifted his face by the chin.

“You’ve been very good for me. Why don’t you come up here and get your reward?”

Part 3 here

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[hunnyuwu]

It Was Always You || Wayv Lucas

Premise: Lucas is back in town and you’re not too sure how your heart will manage...

Pairing: reader x idol! Lucas

Genre: fluff, more fluff, lots of fluff, and a little angst (?)

WC: a little under 2k

Warnings: cringe, like always ;)

~~~

Lucas walked further into the dimly lit den, curiously observing the sparks bouncing along the floor accompanied with the loud ring of power tools screwing small metallic parts in the undersides of large vehicles. The place reeked of sweat, gas, and new metals, causing Lucas to slightly cringe and the beautiful concoction of smells. He gripped the item behind his back a little harder, a large lump forming in his throat as he continued on his little adventure through the foreign territory.

“Look who we have here.”

Lucas’s eyes widened at the voice he yearned to hear for years now. He felt relief rush through his body as he looked around for the source of the sentence. The hairs at the nape of his neck stood up when he finally saw the person he came here for.

“Hey, Y/N.” He sighed out, not daring to take his eyes off your form for even a second as you approached him with that smile that made him go insane. A dumb smile pushed the corners of his lips to the ceiling as familiarity flooded his system.

“How has the pretty boy been?” You said calmly as you placed your hands on your hips.

“I’ve been fine.” 

Lucas cursed to himself internally as he ‘unwillingly’ studied your body, like anyone would do, right. You displayed a white tank top with denim jeans. While it was simple, Lucas couldn’t help but admire you like a piece of artwork. He had to admit. You had grown quite nicely.

You sensed an awkward pause between the two of you, so pulled your goggles up to your forehead, wiping some black scum that resided on your hands on your jeans in addition.

“That’s good to hear! Anyways, how did you figure out that I work here?” You chuckled as you gestured to the logo on the wall, the logo of the automobile repair shop that you ended up working for after graduating from high school. You still didn’t know what you wanted to do with your future yet, so this was a good filler in the meantime.

“I visited your mom and dad earlier. And it wasn’t hard to assume that you would follow in the footsteps of your dad.” Lucas bit down a laugh as he watched you let out an embarrassed choke. You nodded understandingly, trying to look anywhere but him.

“Fair enough.”

While you wanted to look calm and collected in front of Yukhei, your heart was beating at a speed that would be illegal to drive in a car. You even felt your palms become sweaty as you tucked them neatly in the back pockets of your jeans. 

Lucas had been your first love and your only love even now. It was a difficult period in your life, your best friend and massive crush had moved to South Korea to become a Kpop idol, which you were extremely supportive of, but you couldn’t help wallow in times when you noticed his obvious absence in your life. You missed him so much that it physically hurt at times. 

It was odd seeing him back, those suppressed feelings that you withheld for the past few years crashed through the barriers over your heart like a tsunami.

“A-Anyways, nice jacket! Fits that whole playboy vibe you know?” You teased, causing him to lightly shove your shoulder with an eye roll, albeit with a large grin. You had to admit, though, that leather jacket that he was wearing hugged him nicely in all the right places, embodying the beautiful model boy that he was. You couldn’t help but eat him up like the eye candy that he was born to be.

“I’ve never been a playboy, and you know that, Y/N.”

“Sorry, the girls loved you, but you never liked admitting that did you. A little birdie even told me that you talked about your outstanding visuals on an interview, saying that no one liked you because you were too handsome.”

Lucas was already so done by your behavior, but he missed this interaction with you so much. He intently watched your cackling form, eyes screwed shut as you threw your head back. He made a resolution within himself, knowing what he had to do now.

“Y/N.”

You settled down a little bit, giving him your full attention once again. You flushed as you noticed his serious stare, hoping that he wasn’t upset by what you said. As you were formulating an apology in your head, Lucas beat you to the punch.

He brought out something that he kept hidden behind his back the whole time, effectively sucking out all the air in your lungs in one swift punch.

“I got these for you on my way here.” Lucas suddenly became infatuated with your work station as he outstretched the bouquet of flowers your way. You would usually tease him for this kind of behavior, but all you could do now was silently take the arrangement into your cradling arms. You quietly observed them for a moment, a pang squeezing your soft heart.

“Were the peonies a coincidence?” You whispered. Peonies were your absolute favorite.

Lucas gave you a semi-proud look, still retaining that shy side glance from earlier.

“No, you told me that you liked them on your birthday in 2015. I’ve been meaning to give you some for awhile now.” You felt extremely touched that he would even remember something so insignificant. You suddenly felt like such an awful friend in comparison.

“I couldn’t believe that you sent me those care packages when I was a trainee as well as when I officially debuted.”

Your eyes widened, “How did you know that was me? I sent those anonymously, I thought...”

Lucas smirked, bringing one of his large hands up to your hair to tuck a stray piece behind the shell of your ear, “You thought that you could send me those local Hong Kong snacks without me knowing that it was you immediately?”

You huffed, a pout forming on your lips, “It could have been someone from your family or something!”

“The amazing snacks that you and I used to eat when we had movie nights together? Give me a break, Y/N.” You couldn’t argue any further with his logic, so you just chose to hug the flower bouquet closer to your body as a coping mechanism.

“Anyways,” Lucas pulled away from you, immediately causing you to shiver at the lack of warmth that he surprisingly emitted when he was close to you, “I wanted to ask you something.”

Your pulse quickened with the elusive statement, wanting him to continue immediately.

“I’ve been thinking it over these years when I was away and I think it became more clear to me as time went on. I know this sounds irrational, and w-weird, and don’t be too grossed out but...”

“Just say it, Lucas.” You stated urgently, waiting long enough already.

“I-I... I think I like you more than as just friends and... I was thinking that maybe we could try to you know, date or something. B-Because after all this time I’ve realized that I can’t love anyone but you... You can obviously say no! I won’t take it personally or anything...” Lucas kept stuttering and mumbling, leaving you in a state of shock.

Thee Wong Yukhei liked you? The boy that girls and guys alike pined for all over the world? The Lucas of NCT and Wayv? The boy that was walking down runways as a model? The boy that you had been best friends with since you were walking in diapers? The boy you have loved for years?

Lucas kept mumbling odd words down at the floor, allowing you to carefully think over something that you had wished to do for so long now.

Without another thought, you launched yourself onto the poor boy who stumbled a little at the sudden lopsided weight distribution on him. Your lips crashed into his, allowing you to finally feel those lips that you had seen and admired for years of your life. You soon hoped that you wouldn’t regret these actions in a few moments. 

You became wary as he hadn’t responded for a little while, but you physically relaxed as you felt his lips mold into yours, eventually reciprocating the motions of the kiss that you two had so long been waiting to happen. You melted, screwing your eyes shut as you wanted to fully experience what was happening.

You sighed, feeling like this moment was meant to happen, like it was destiny. Everything felt so right that it even hurt you due to the fact that this could have happened so long ago or never even happened if Lucas never approached you. You were just grateful that you were finally able to indulge in the feelings that you had sealed within yourself for years on end. Unfortunately, you knew this would hit some major roadblocks in the future, but you chose to stay present in the moment for now.

Lucas, basically on the same boat, felt like he could soar to the moon any second. The liberating feeling that he felt against your lips finally sealed the deal that his feelings were definite and true, something that he denied himself for years. He didn’t know what the future held for the two of you, him being a Kpop idol in a whole separate country from you will certainly pose problems, but at this point, Lucas knew that he would make it work. He knew that it would work because it was you, the person he holds dearest to his heart. (next to his family of course)

He would make anything work if it came to you.

The two of you were so desperate for one another that your prolonged kiss had practically sucked all oxygen supply you two had, but you kept going like your lifelines depended on it.

“Can you two kids take this outside or something?”

You two practically threw yourselves as far away from one another as possible at the new voice intruding the area. You paled, wishing it wasn’t this voice in particular.

“I-i’m so sorry, Sir!” You bowed, hoping that you wouldn't get fired on the spot.

“Yeah, yeah. Young love, I get it. You can take off early tonight, Y/N.” He waved you off, leaving the premise before you could even utter a peep.

“What a nice boss.”

“Oh shut it, Yukhei.”

“No, seriously. That means I can take you over to my place, like right now.”

“And what’s that implying, Mr. Wong?”

“You will see when we get there.” Lucas winked, sending your heart into a fluttering, messy frenzy.

“Y-Yukhei! You pervy little sh*t!”

~ ~ ~

This was cringe as heck I’m sorry that you read this!!!!!!!!!!!!

This was high key inspired by this one picTURE HELP

[myherowritings]

Strawberry Scented Dreams

Overview: The 3 Times Todoroki Falls Asleep On You + The 1 Time You Fall Asleep On Him. Shouto is always sleepy and needs some rest, and your shoulder just happens to be the comfiest place to get it.

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x Reader

Word Count: 3,697

Warning(s): Language, tooth-rotting fluff.

Author’s Note: This is so self-indulgent I literally have no words, LOL. I just wish Shouto were real so this could happen. *cries* A girl can dream.

1ST TIME: DURING A CLASS 1-A MOVIE NIGHT

“All in favor of a Twilight movie marathon say I!”

“No way in hell, Raccoon Eyes,” roared Bakugou, voicing the general consensus of Class 1-A.

Even Midoriya piped up, “Ah-- We did watch that the last movie night, Ashido. Maybe we should watch something else?”

The class nodded and began suggesting ideas of their own.

“Lord of the Rings?”

“Nah.”

“Avengers?”

“Ouch!”

“Harry Potter?” you suggested.

The class looked around at each other, no forthright dissent amongst the members. After noticing a few shrugs and why not?’s, Iida stepped forward.

“Does anyone have any objections?” said Iida, glancing at his classmates.

The majority of them shook their heads and you cheered.

“Harry Potter marathon it is!”

As Iida and Jirou set up the movie and mirrored it only the television screen, you happily returned from the kitchen with bowls of popcorn in hand. You passed them around to different groups before looking around trying to find a seat.

“Y/N.”

You turned to the direction of the voice and spotted Todoroki shifting to make room on the sofa cushion.

“You can sit here, if you’d like,” he offered, placing his hand on the spot next to him.

Beaming, you bounded over to him and sat down-- He even gave you the corner seat. “Thank you, Todoroki-kun!”  

“It’s no problem.”

As the first movie started, you munched on your snacks in excitement, offering a piece of chocolate to Shouto.

“Which movie is your favorite?” you whispered, gaze briefly flickering from the screen to the man next to you.

“My favorite?” He blinked, pressing his lips together. “I’m...not sure. I’ve never actually watched them all.”

Your eyes shot open. “What!?”

“Inside voice, please!” yelled Iida from across the room.

“Sorry,” you said sheepishly before turning back to Todoroki. “Have you really never watched or read Harry Potter before?”

Shouto shook his head, eyebrows furrowing as he licked a spot of melted chocolate off his thumb.

You pressed a hand to your chest. How had he never watched them before? It was an essential part of adolescence. “You wound me, Todoroki-kun. It’s one of my favorite series ever!”

“I’m sure I’ll love it then,” Todoroki said simply, giving you a brief smile. “I trust your judgment.”

You tried not to puff up your chest at his flattery. You wouldn’t have considered Shouto your best friend, but you did think you were close. And you would not let the fact that that you thought he was attractive, intelligent, tall, smart, or...perfect, get in the way of your friendship.

By the time you got to the fourth movie, your popcorn had run out and the rest of the class were either completely knocked out, or completely invested in the movie.

“I’m so confused! Is Professor Moody evil or not?” said Hagakure, scratching her head from her seat on the adjacent couch.

“I think the real Moody isn’t evil, but this one is,” replied Yaoyorozu.

“What does that even mean!?”

Chuckling to yourself, you continued to enjoy the scene in front of you. Your focus was only diverted when you felt a small thud on your side.

“Huh--?”

You craned your neck to find Todoroki’s head resting on your shoulder, his soft hair tickling the sensitive skin of your collarbone.

His mouth was slightly askew as he deeply breathed in and out, and his eyes were shut in a way that exaggerated his tired eye bags. You weren’t sure why, but you were certain Shouto wasn’t getting enough sleep during the nights.

“Todoroki-kun?” you whispered. When he didn’t stir, you gave him a small smile before pushing his bangs out of his face, shifting slightly so he wouldn’t wake up with a neck crick. “Sleep well.”

As the next movie in the series played, you felt the warmth on your side lull you into a tired state. Your eyelids grew heavier and heavier and your head landed on a firm, silky pillow that smelled of pine and peppermint.

Before you knew it, you were drifting off into a dream that consisted of golden eggs and friendly dragons, meeting a headstrong prince along the way.

It was the best sleep you had in awhile.

When you awoke, it was to sharp flashes of white and loud sounds of snickers from above you.

Your eyes fluttered open and you squinted at the bright light.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!”

“Wha--?” you said groggily.

When your gaze adjusted, you noticed the bare and spacious walls were not the ones of your dorm room. And the pillow you were on wasn’t a pillow, but rather a sleeping Todoroki.

You blinked.

“Is the movie marathon over?” you cautioned, piecing together the events of the previous night.

Mina snickered, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. “It’s been over for eight hours now, Y/L/N. You and Todoroki fell asleep after the Goblet of Flames, or whatever.”

“Fire,” you corrected instinctively.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Look! We even have pictures of how cute you two are while sleeping,” Uraraka chimed, and you noticed for the first time it wasn’t just a small group of you outside in the common room, but half the class.

They were all gathered in a circle around you and Shouto, phones out recording and taking photos with an ungodly flash.

Todoroki stirred from your shoulder, his eyes opening slowly as a confused expression made its way to his face.

“Good morning, Todoroki-kun,” you said softly.

He looked around a few times. “Good morning, Y/L/N-chan.”

Chan!? you thought, face flaming. Since when did Shouto use honorifics with you? Especially one like that…

“Oh, my God! You guys are so cute!” squealed Mina, clasping her hands against her heart as she spun around in circles. “Kirishima, can you send me the picture? I want to make it my lock screen background.”

You exchanged glances with a very dazed looking Todoroki.

“Wait a minute--” you started.

“I’ll send them to the group chat!” Kirishima said proudly, typing away on his phone. “I had the best angle of their faces and their hands.”

Hands?

“Can I see the picture?” asked Shouto suddenly.

Eijirou handed Todoroki his phone with a wink. “You’re welcome.”

Shouto grabbed the phone and opened up the photo, tilting the screen your way so you were bath able to see it.

As expected, the picture showed Todoroki sleeping on your shoulder with your head resting on top of his. His eyes were snapped shut and he had a peaceful expression on his face. So did you.

But what you did not expect to see was your body tilted ever so slightly towards Shouto, your limp handing falling on his lap while his own palm covered yours.

You felt your cheeks heat up as Todoroki glanced from the photo to you.

You were on fire from embarrassment and you suddenly felt the need to scoot away and create distance between you and your insanely sweet and attractive friend.

“Um-- I…” you stuttered, biting your lip. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you, Todoroki-kun.”

“It was my fault,” he said, waving you off. “I’m the one who fell asleep first. I hope your night wasn’t too uncomfortable, then.”

“Uncomfortable? Not at all! I haven’t slept that well in ages,” you insisted, face flaming once more when you realized what you just said.

But Todoroki’s eyes widened as he straightened in his seat. “Really?”

You nodded, reluctantly.

“I don’t remember the last time I had a good night’s sleep like that, either,” he admitted.

Uraraka made a strangled noise from behind you and you remembered you weren’t alone.

“That is so cute!” she cried, squishing her cheeks between her hands. “I also want it as my wallpaper!”

You shook your head fervently, rubbing the back of your neck. “O-Oh. Are you sure that’s a good idea--?”

“I think I do, too,” Shouto agreed, his voice soft but firm.

He what?

“Todoroki-kun…? You--?”

When your phone sounded with a ding and you saw the photograph on your screen, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself despite the embarrassed heat in your face.

You reckoned it was a rather cute photo of a rather cute moment… It would be a shame to let it go to waste.

And you hated to admit it, but the picture did make for a good phone background.

- - - - -

2ND TIME: ON THE TRAIN RIDE BACK FROM A SHOPPING TRIP

It wasn’t Todoroki’s fault.

Truly.

How could anyone blame him for falling asleep on someone with such a warm and soothing presence? Shouto found himself gravitating towards your very aura, only to have his senses attacked by your twinkling laughter and dimpled smile.

It was only natural for him to feel tranquil around you. He couldn’t help that in addition your comforting nature, your shoulder looked so inviting as well.

“Did you buy everything you needed?” you asked as you shifted all your bags to one wrist.

Uraraka invited you, Todoroki, and some of your other classmates to go to the mall this Saturday, but when the time came, everyone said they had last minute plans and had to cancel. Everyone except you and Todoroki, that is.

Shouto didn’t mind, but he was worried he couldn’t be much help to you when you were deciding on which outfits to get.

“I did buy everything I need,” he replied, quickly placing Endeavor’s credit card back into his wallet.

It was safe to say he bought more than what he needed.

As the two of you boarded the train back to Musutafu, Todoroki found two seats next to each other and placed his items in the floor.

“I’d say that was a successful shopping trip,” you said, plopping into the seat. “Especially for you. Look at all the things you bought!”

He shrugged, eyeing your normal number of bags and his slightly excessive one. “It’s not all for me, though. I got some sweets for Uraraka-- And I saw an All Might jacket I thought Midoriya might like.”

“Aw, Todoroki-kun! That’s so sweet of you.”

He shifted uncomfortably at your praise.

“I got you something, too,” Shouto admitted, suddenly feeling a strange nervousness in his stomach he never felt before.

You tilted your head to the side and he reached into his jacket pocket to pull out a small box. He saw your eyes widen in realization when you figured out what it was, but he waved you off before you could protest.

“You were looking at it in the store,” he said, opening the box to expose a dainty gold necklace with a small diamond star as the pendant. “I wanted to get it for you.”

“But Todoroki--” You swallowed. “That necklace was almost 15,000 yen!”

“Is that...too much?”

Your lips quirked into a frown and Shouto mentally scolded himself for making you feel upset.

“I apologize, Y/L/N,” he said, reluctantly withdrawing the box from in front of you. “I... thought you’d like it. I didn’t mean to anger you.”

You shook your head, eyes wide. “I’m not mad, Todoroki-kun. I really do love it! But I just can’t accept something so expensive from you without giving you anything in return.”

“You’ve given me plenty. This is what I’m giving you in return.”

Todoroki fought back a yawn as the constant hum and bumps of the train relaxed his muscles, instead taking the necklace out of the box and holding it up.

“It is really pretty,” you said hesitantly.

When he heard that, Shouto began to grin and you folded your arms.

“But I’ll only accept it if I can get you a gift, too!”

Todoroki thought of how comfortable your shoulder was and how you smelled like strawberries and mangoes. What he wouldn’t give to sleep with you again like during the movie night…

His face brightened at the idea. “I know what you can do for me in return. But I’ll tell you them after you accept the necklace.”

You peered at him cautiously through the tops of your lashes, but agreed.

Brushing your hair to one side of your neck, Todoroki felt a shiver run through your body. He paused.

“Sorry, is my hand too cold?”

You shook your head fervently. “No! Ah, I mean-- That’s not why I…” He felt a subte heat radiating from your face. “It’s fine.”

With a shrug, Shouto continued to put the necklace on. He brought the star to the front and ran his fingers down the chain to the clasp in the back. Swiftly, he secured the chain on your neck, letting his fingers linger for a beat longer than necessary.

He cleared his throat. “There.”

You brought your hand to the base of your neck to feel the dainty pendant. Todoroki thought the gold accents looked quite fitting on you.

“Thank you, Todoroki-kun.”

“Shouto.”

You blinked. “Shou… Are you sure?”

He nodded.

“Then call me Y/N,” you said with a beam, your smile so bright it made the whole train lighten up. “Thank you, Shouto.”

“You’re welcome...Y/N.”

Your given name was unfamiliar on his tongue, but he decided he quite enjoyed it. For a while, you sat there in befitting silence, just enjoying each other’s presence until you cleared your throat.

“So, what payment did you have in mind?”

Shouto smiled. “Your shoulder.”

“My what?”

“Shoulder.” At your confused look, he continued, “It’s rather comfortable. And...you smell quite nice.”

Your expression was still puzzled, but this time embarrassed as well.

Todoroki tried again. “Being with you helps me sleep better. I don’t know why, but it does…”

Your eyes flashed with realization and a small grin spread across your face. “Oh, I see. You want to lay down on my shoulder again?”

He felt the temperature rise on his left side, but he nodded.

“You’re the cutest!” you squealed, giving him a quick hug. “You can sleep on my shoulder anytime you want, Shouto.”

Todoroki’s face flamed even more. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“Of course!”

And as the train made its way to the stop in Musutafu, Todoroki found himself dozing off with his head in the crook of your neck, strands of your hair tickling his nose.

But he didn’t mind.

You smelled like strawberries and the next time Shouto woke up, he found himself having fond thoughts of the fruit.

- - - - -

3RD TIME: STARGAZING ON THE ROOF

Next week were your final exams and Class 1-A found themselves working their hardest to do their best. After a long day of classes and extensive hero training, you wanted nothing more than to crawl in bed after a hot shower and sleep.

But for some reason you couldn’t.

You stirred in your bed, unable to find a comfortable position. As your gaze roamed around to different part of the ceiling, you found yourself wondering whether or not Shouto had been able to fall asleep yet before snapping yourself out of your thoughts.

Restlessly, you grabbed a fluffy blanket from your bed before walking out of your dorm room.

If you weren’t going to get a good night’s rest, you might as well spend your time looking at the stars (or a single star that somehow shined through the light pollution) rather than the flat white expanse of your ceiling.

But after making your way up the stairs and scaling the rest of the building to reach the rooftop, you found that you weren’t the only one there.

“Shouto?”

He turned his head toward the sound of your voice. “Y/N. Hello.”

You walked over to Todoroki, who was leaning against the railing with his forearms, the wind blowing his hair all over his face.

Somehow, it suited him.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you asked, mimicking his stance.

Reluctantly, Shouto shook his head. “No. And you?”

“I was having a bit of trouble,” you admitted with a shrug.

Laying your blanket out on the cold floor, you sat down and tilted your head up to look at the sky. When you patted the spot next to you, Todoroki slowly made his way there.

There was a lapse of silence as the two of you stared at the sky, shoulders touching and legs slightly brushing each other with no words exchanged.

“I wish more stars were visible where we live,” you said quietly, almost afraid to ruin the moment.

Shouto turned to you, head tilted in question.

“When I was younger, my family and I always went to Mount Ibuki for a while during summer.” You smiled at the memory. “I never saw so many stars in the sky before. It was beautiful.”

“Have you gone recently?”

You sighed. “No. We’ve all been so busy lately.” You shifted your weight onto the palms of your hands as you leaned back. “How about you? Have you ever gone?”

“My father was never one for vacations,” replied Todoroki wryly.

“Right,” you said with a wince. “Well, I’d take you to the mountains, Shouto. We could go hiking and see the stars and have a campfire with s’mores!”

He stared off into the distance for a while, a corner of his mouth quirked upward as he found himself lost in his thoughts. You were quite fond of that smile.

“I’d like that.”

You beamed, bumping your elbow to his side playfully. “Then we’ll do it! Regardless of how busy we become.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

As the two of stared off into space, surrounding yourselves with the stillness of the night, you felt Todoroki’s head fall gently onto your shoulder. You shivered.

“Cold?” he asked, wrapping his left arm around your waist and pulling you closer.

“That’s not why I--” Your cheeks heated, feeling an odd sense of deja vu. “Never mind. Thank you.”

Shouto buried his face deeper in the crook of your neck, his warm palm still resting on the curve of your hip and you couldn’t help but wonder if his heart was beating as fast as yours. “Anytime.”

His abdomen was warm and firm, and his arm enveloped you in a comforting hug that even the biting wind couldn’t interfere with. Beneath you, you felt the steady beat of his heart pick up when you brushed your fingers against the side of his face.

“What are you doing to me, Y/N?” Todoroki said, but you were certain he wasn’t asking in the literal sense.

Your stomach clenched and you felt a flutter in your chest. What was this?

You couldn’t stop thinking about him during the passing moments of the day. You wanted to be by his side in the most random and inconvenient times. And you were never able to get his annoyingly soft hair out of your mind.

You even found random strands of red hair on your clothes-- And you didn’t even mind!

“I don’t know, Shouto,” you replied, voice barely above a whisper.

“Me neither.” He exhaled deeply. “But whatever it is, I don’t want it to stop.”

- - - - -

+1: YOU FALL ASLEEP ON HIM

“You’re quite comfortable yourself, did you know that?”

“Am I?”

You and Shouto were lounging on a the common room couch on a Saturday night and he never wanted to get up. A random movie was streaming on the television as you traced circles onto his pectoral muscle with the tip of your finger.

As he toyed with the ends of your hair, you replied, “Especially with your quirk. Sometimes cuddling can be uncomfortable and sweaty-- But it’s better with you because of your temperature regulation.”

He frowned, touching an ice cold hand to your arm. Todoroki grinned when you squealed, trying to squirm away from his clutches. “Is that the only reason?”

Giggling, you placed your lips against his before resting your head back down on his chest. “No, but it is a bonus.”

Shouto hummed.

“I also like cuddling with you because you smell like Christmas.”

“Christmas?”

“Pine and peppermint-- Like a candy cane on a Christmas tree!”

Todoroki blinked, scratching his head at your observation. He wasn’t exactly sure how he smelled like that, but he supposed it could’ve been much worse.

“Do I?” he said.

“You do. It’s very comforting.” Todoroki noticed your voice grow softer and more lax as he continued stroking small circles against a point of pressure he felt on the nape of your neck. You sighed in contentment. “I feel more relaxed when I’m with you.”

“I feel that way, too.”

When you didn’t reply Shouto looked down to find your eyes shut as you snuggled deeper into his arms. Your hair cascaded around your face and he brushed them away before pressing a kiss against your forehead.

You were beautiful and you were all his, he thought with a small smile as he felt your breathing grow heavier.

Soon enough, Todoroki found his own eyes fluttering shut, his breath matching the steady beat of your heart as he drifted to sleep.

The next morning, Kirishima and Ashido walked into the common room, phones in hand as they spotted the sleeping pair.

“I knew they were bound to get together!” Kirishima exclaimed triumphantly, taking in the way Todoroki’s arm was braced protectively around your waist. He snapped a few photos and sent them to the group chat before turning to Mina with a pinched face. “But the longer I stare at them, the grosser they become.”

Ashido whacked him on the backside of his head before continuing to swoon over the sight of you and Todoroki.

“You just don’t know what love is, Kiri,” said Mina with a dramatic sigh. “Maybe one day when you’re manly enough you will.”

“Hey! You take that back--!”

When Todoroki awoke to a quarrelling flash of red and pink, he wasn’t quite sure what was going on. But when he checked the notification on his phone, what he was certain of was that he now had a new photo to set as his lock screen.

And as he looked from his phone to you sleeping next to him, Shouto caught a whiff of strawberries and realized that if he thought the picture was good, the real thing was a million times better.