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felix-lupin · 4 months

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Decided I should finally write a pinned post so have this.

Call me Felix! anu soweli Lupen ★ They/Them, but he/him is ok too. ill use it for myself sometimes.

Partnering Aro ★ Asexual ★ Transmasc🏳️‍⚧️ ★ Masc + Neutral Nouns

My Ao3 is FelixLupin. I write when I feel like it and have time.

If triggers are tagged they will be tagged with just the trigger and/or trigger tw when I remember (this is not very reliable though). So, e.g., #flashing or #flashing tw.

Other stuff under the read more. Tags, fandoms, other stuff

Status: ...i'm going to bed

(Status last edited: May 24rd, 2024, 1:00 AM)

Last Edited (besides 'status'): May 9th, 2024

My Tags:

#animal arsenal = Animals!!! I will also usually tag it with whatever animal it is (the plural of the animal; so if it is a picture of a dog i will tag it #animal arsenal #dogs, and if it is a video of a crow I will tag it #animal arsenal #birds #crows) as well as the toki pona classification (soweli, waso, kijetesantakalu, akesi, etc.)

#art arsenal = Other peoples' (usually, but not always, specifically non-fandom) art. This includes writing. I will usually try to tag it with whatever kind of art it is as well (drawing, painting, writing, poetry).

#ccccposting = my cccc posts tag bc i dont want to maintag it all the time

#classics = Pretty self-explanatory. Things I consider to be "tumblr classics"

#cotlposting = my cult of the lamb posts tag bc i dont want to maintag it all the time

#felix artwolf = My art/drawing tag

#felixlupin.txt = Original posts

#hello people in my phone = My ask tag

#mi awen e ni = Toki Pona for "I am saving this." Saved stuff / stuff that i am saving for later

#mi moku e ni = Toki Pona for "I'm eating this." Stuff that's very good and I like it a lot. Started saying this in reference to that "[watching/reading/listening to] x isn't good enough i need to eat it" meme. So, stuff that reading/seeing it isn't good enough i need to eat it.

#ni li ante e toki mi = Toki Pona for "this changed my speech." Posts that changed my vocabulary. Posts that I reference in my daily life in my speech and think about often.

#soweli Lupen li toki = toki pona post tag. like if im using toki pona, or if I'm talking about toki pona.

#writing lupin = My writing tag

#writing wares = Others' posts relating to writing, such as writing advice, memes, etc. Forgot I had this tag tbh I'm gonna try to start using it again

Fandom Stuff

I am in a lot of different fandoms tbh. what im mostly focusing on will be different based on my mood. RN it's mostly Chonny Jash.

Fandoms I'm in:

Chonny Jash/CCCC (Chonny's Charming Chaos Compendium). <- My Hyperfixation RN. I have a lot of Mind thoughts. I have thoughts about all of them tbh, but Mind thoughts specifically.

Centricide ← IM NORMAL IM NORMAL IM NORMAL. anyways uhhh yeah this series is fun I think. I like it a normal amount. im normal about centricide 7. also ancom is silly + quis good & i like quem.

Undertale & Deltarune. <- Always at least a little mentally ill about both of them, esp Undertale. I would kill and die for Chara, Flowey, and Susie btw

Helluva Boss <- Most active for a day or two whenever a new episode/thing comes out.

Hazbin Hotel <- A reblog here and there. It was okay

Good Omens <- I like Crowley a lot. Put that guy (gender neutral) in Situations

Avatar: The Last Airbender <- Love all of the characters from ATLA tbh. Great show 10/10 no notes

Five Night's at Freddy's <- This was my first fandom! So it has a lot of nostalgia for me. I liked the movie, it was fun. Favorite animatronics are Foxy and Mangle bc I'm basic like that.

Gravity Falls <- Haven't re-watched it in a while but I still hold a lot of fondness and love for it. sitelen tawa ni li pona mute tawa mi (this show is very good from my perspective)

Cult of the Lamb <- I like this game a lot! I think it is very fun and I like the fanart that people make for it. I replay it alot bc ona li musi tawa mi (it is fun to me). #1 Shamura lover btw I would kill and die for them, if I was a character in the game I would be one of Shamura's disciples, just so we're clear

The Owl House <- When the Owl House was coming out Hunter got a chokehold on me and forced me into a hyperfixation on the show face-first.

Other Stuff

I am physically incapable of shutting up sorry (i am not sorry). Unless I get locked in gay tumblr baby jail (hit the post limit), then i shut up.

I have a queue running basically constantly that spits out a post/reblog every 10 minutes all 24 hours of the day (unless the queue has run out of posts. then it won't.)

As you could probably tell from the other sections, I know a little Toki Pona. My Toki Pona is not very good so please forgive me if I say something incorrectly. I may sometimes throw some of it in tags n such to practice.

I reserve the right to call things kijetesantakalu that are not technically kijetesantakalu based solely on vibes. foxes and seals are kijetesantakalu tawa mi

#pinned post #tags for ease of access ->#felixlupin.txt #felix artwolf #writing lupin #animal arsenal #art arsenal #classics #cotlposting #mi awen e ni #mi moku e ni #ni li ante e toki mi #writing wares #soweli Lupen li toki #hello people in my phone #intro post #pinned

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inkstaindusk · 1 year

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AITA WIP Game

@lizhly-writes tagged me in this *checks notes* a month ago! Whoops! Thank you for the tag! This is a super fun idea, I just. forgot. And then I couldn't figure out which wip to use and how to actually write this without it getting longwinded or just not at all what actually happens in the story

Rules: Introduce your WIP in the style of a r/AmItheAsshole inquiry

Tagging: @oh-no-another-idea @indy-gray and uhhh whoever else wants to do this?? (I need to start finding more people to tag)

AITA for not telling my friends about my second job?

I (17M) work two jobs. One is a pretty normal retail job and the other is something like a security job. See, I'm part of this sports community, super exclusive, you gotta be invited to attend and you shouldn't talk about it to other people, that sorta thing. It means a lot to me so when I found out the guy who invited me worked behind the scenes, I decided I wanted to do the same. Before you ask why they hired a teenager, I basically annoyed the boss into hiring me and then I got a ton of training even though he sticks me in the back to watch the cameras half the time, plus everyone watches out for each other. I have a pretty flexible schedule too so it's a great deal, I love it there. Anyway, these last few months, I made some new friends in the community. Up until now all my friends in the community also worked there, so I've never had to hide my job from them. (The reason for the secrecy is because we have access to a lot of information and we don't want anyone harassing us for it, especially since many of us attend the gatherings as normal members) I didn't really think keeping the secret was a big deal since my job was never really important to anything we did together, but recently, some stuff happened. The owner of the place aka my boss's boss (mid20s?M) who usually doesn't attend these gatherings started being a creepy asshole to my friends. To make a long story short, I challenged him over it, got my ass beat, and learned my lesson on avoiding dangerous older men. (This didn't effect my job because the guy doesn't know anything about the people he employs and leaves it to my boss, who won't say anything if he doesn't ask) So after all that happened, the guy didn't stop showing up to creep on one of my friends in particular. I avoided him as best I could and told my friend to be careful (he didn't really listen) and I also asked my boss (25?M) to please do something before anyone else got hurt. I'm not exactly close to him, but I talk to him more than most of my coworkers and he seemed to like me so I thought maybe he would listen. He told me he was trying and I believed him, but then a little while ago, the owner put one of my friends in the hospital. I tried messaging my boss but he didn't answer, even though he definitely read it, so next time I saw him, I confronted him. In public. Where all my friends all happened to see. After that, I had to come clean about who he was and why I thought he might be able to do something. I told them about my job and that sometimes when I say I'm too busy to attend gatherings I'm actually just somewhere else in the area making sure everything is running smoothly, and that I've been trying to get my boss to do something about the owner before more people got hurt. They all got pretty upset. They said they weren't mad at me but I'm not so sure. One of them who's a few years younger than me started yelling and crying and one of my older friends said that I should have come to them about this sooner, so it seemed like it was because of me. I still don't think keeping my job a secret was that big a deal. Like, if it weren't for the owner, there wouldn't have been any issues anyway. I kinda feel guilty though just because of how upset my friends were when I told them. They still are I think, I haven't seen much of the older guys in a while, but none of the others have brought it up again. Was I in the wrong for not telling them about my job earlier?

#the comments section: bro they're not mad at you they're mad at your shitty boss wtf????#anyway yeah it's the capman reki au #writeblr #tag game #writing rambling #talks about skoo #sk8 #does this instead of any of the wip asks or actual work im supposed to be doing #au: capman reki

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thesecrimsonstrings-if · 2 years

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tag nine people you'd like to know better

the way i forgot my password to log in again omfg 🤦🏻 anyways, special thanks to @acourtofserpents (♡), @litzilla and @cheerstotheelites-if for the tag!

favourite color: i'm way too basic; black, gold and silver. although i will say that lately, my favourite colour has been forest green 👀

currently reading: ‘it happened one summer’ by tessa bailey. i'm not usually a romance book guy but a certain someone convinced me to switch sides once in a while.

last song: ‘soren’ by beabadoobee. it would've been a taylor swift song if i had answered this a few minutes ago.

last series: ‘you’ 🧍🏻 i will not be elaborating.

last movie: ‘midsommar’, but only halfway through cause my friends decided it was too gory 💀

sweet/savoury/spicy: definitely savoury and spicy. i don't mind sweets once in a while but i'd rather feel my tongue burn up first.

currently working on: TCS, WLB, SoV and a surprise release 👀

uhhh idek who to tag cause i'm pretty sure everyone and their grandma have done this already but @jaunefleurwrites @summerview-by-night-if @blueletters-if @gamesbyalbie @linwritesif @timekeepers-if @lifesupreme-if @zico-if @if-mirrormine (feel free to ignore if you've already done this)

#it's been 84 years #can't say i missed this blog with all the stupid asks i've been getting #but i did miss the community 😔#tag game #other if authors #stfuaxel #Spotify

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seelestia · 1 year

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THIS LITTLE- HOW DARE YOU- I FED YOU ALL THOSE STUPID MUSHROOMS- *voice muffled by zhongli's hands*

ahem. anyway. i'm watching you, you little short man (says me who is probably around the same height as wanderer)

been busy with work these days but i think it's starting to wind down so that's good!! i hope the hws and tests aren't stressing you too much... remember to hydrate and eat properly!!

hahahah uhhh yeah it is pretty daunting to use if you're a new user but once you get the hang of it you should be able to do stuff easily! for me i just use an inline database and insert my own properties. you can insert the db by clicking the + thingy on the page if you're on mobile, or typing / on desktop. and then you just add properties like characters (as multiple selections/tags) or status etc...

no yeah little guy's backstory is just... heartbreaking ;;; i do want to pat him and adopt him- i mean what-

zhongli is being as loving and good to me as usual <3

al haitham calls himself feeble but he effortlessly manages to pull me aside so i won't bonk myself into a random pole when i walk with my eyes on my phone, so...

NOT THE RUKKHASHAVA MUSHROOMS, HELP—

"touched a nerve, did i?" the wanderer stifles a pressing cackle that almost slips between his lips, "whatever, i'm leaving and i'm taking odelia with me. bye."

yayyyy!! i'm glad work is winding a little for you, we love a less stressed rin jie <3 since that is happening, that should be a sign you need to stop stocking up on caffeine for the time being because i'm concerned— we need to separate you from it. this is funny coming from someone who rarely consumes caffeine. does zhongli have to say abt this addiction. (/lh) and dw, i'm doing well with homework! lucky me the wanderer is good at cooking and has a knack for nagging surprisingly <3

OPENING NOTION IS LIKE WAKING UP TO A WHOLE TSUNAMI FIRST THING IN THE MORNING. (/j) i seeee! i think i might resort to putting my public wip list on carrd instead, but i'll deffo try my hand at notion again bcs things just happen to fascinate me more when i can't grasp it, hehe. your tips will help in the long run! tysmmm, rin jie >:3c

SOFT SPOT. SOFT SPOT DETECTED. let's zoom in on that real quick 🔍 (/lh) AND I AGREE!! smth abt the inversion of genesis quest really forgot it for me. although i wished they glossed a bit more on his first betrayal (ei), but i think they did a pretty good job overall! i love how he wasn't just let off the hook (even by himself) and how he resolved to 'atone', even if he knew that his sins could never be forgiven. THAT'S MY BABYYYY— ahem.

zhongli just can't help but be so soft for you 25/8, this is what happens when you feed him too many headpats— AND OOH, I CAN SEE IT!! what's ironic is that the both of you actually aren't looking ahead; he has a book in his hand and you're browsing on your phone BUT STILL. but still, he is the one who always manages to either put a hand on your shoulder or cushion your forehead from hitting the pole. "eyes on the road," says him. (/j)

#rin jie and caffeine... the feared duo. (/j)#i also just saw the stream AND NOOOO IT'S A WANDERER-LESS PATCH #i assumed you might've watched the stream with your brother??? hehehe #ask box! 📬#visitor: dearest rin! 💠#cw: selfships

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synthetic-sonata · 1 year

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💞 making a quick link to all the important links on my blog and pinning it bc i forgot you can do that on tumblr. on any other site i am knightofpherae / knightofpheraee if you don't recognize my username here, but know me .

🍰 homepage / about / F.A.Q / carrd / commissions / oc ask blog / pokemon irl blog / artfight

🐈 robotenjoyer. terminally insane. ill about my OCs and usually one fictional guy constantly . doeboy or catboy ( gender neutral ) depending on how i feel . i am autistic and my special interest is pokemon and related media . system .

🖌️ my art tag is #aria doodlez and sometimes i tag art i rb as insp, which mostly just means i rlly like ur art and artstyle and that post is smth i wanna look at again later. commissions and art trades are probably not open.

🍒 i am 19 or over by the time of writing, and i reblog nsfw/suggestive things sometimes but 99% of the time its just nsfw textposts/jokes, but i never reblog straight up porn. if i did i'd have a sideblog for that lol . these r all tagged as either nsfw or suggestive, so blacklist those if ur underage or if it makes you uncomfortable.

❓ if i were to give an age rating for my blog i'd say 16+ minimum although i don't enforce it or particularly care ; just know what i reblog and blacklist tags accordingly. once again i do not reblog porn. i often dont tag slurs anymore unless its like, the r slur. you should probably filter those words yourself if you take issue w them, which is fine

⚡ oh also if you have the default tumblr icon or just an icon of a random woman and no desc ( or a shady desc ) or likes or posts or anything and your acc hasnt been here for long im Going to assume ur a bot and report/block you. If you somehow arent uhhh. Woops. this goes for asks too.

🎨 as for art credit and such, if you post my art somewhere, do not repost it just link to it. and also do not use my personal art as your icons or whatever ( personal meaning ocs and stuff ) unless i know you and/or give you permission. thankyou.

( art tags, because they're sort of weird: tags under just the character name is for any general thing related to said oc, character name ( oc ) is usually for only the art of the oc or for specification. It's a little messy sometimes )

___

feel free to send me asks, questions, or dms whatever - i love talking about things i like, like my ocs or interests or characters i enjoy! you can also send art requests maybe involving characters i like from things i'm into, but don't expect me to draw those.

don't ask about my banner image i thought it was funny when i was younger and i do not want to change it ( yet )

#aria talkz #about

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mchi22 · 2 years

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i was tagged by @artificialpawsertives but somehow forgot 2 actually mention that when i posted this !! anyway hi bestie!!!

Name: alex or mchi (-: i dont really prefer being called one over the other

Star sign: scorpio but idk shit abt astrology lol

Height: i legitimately dont know but im taller than my 4′ 8″ chain of soda can tabs so. somewhere above that

Birthday: 11/15, which is 2 days before the anniversary of the release of the star wars holiday special. btw

Favorite Band/Artist: uuuuh lol idk. i like 100 gecs and a lotta stuff released by emma essex but i dunno that id say either of those are my favorites

Last Movie: ok so ive been thinking on this for like 5 minutes and i have no idea lmao i dont usually watch movies bc my attention span is Bad<3

Last Show: i once again dont know i dont watch tv shows HGJNKHGF

When Did I Create This Blog: early 2015 i think.. dark times

What Do I Post: i just be posting shit my dude ! the 2 constants u can count on me posting are rtvs and half life/hlvrai, but i also post abt video games i like and also my best friend fin fin (-:

Last Thing I Googled: i almost always google stuff in incognito for some fucking reason but the last thing in my actual google search history is “vrchat sdk”

Other blogs: mchi-art which is my art blog, w-e-b-k-i-n-z which is. my webkinz blog lol and xx-kandicore-xx which is my scenecore/old web/general aesthetic blog. i have other blogs i dont usually use like colorpicked-flags which is bc i love making pride flags colorpicked from various things, and then i have some urls im just keeping as a treat like dj-y0nd3r, leisuresheetthatbecomesabag, and piki-seal but i dont really plan 2 use any of those lol

Do I get asks: not usually unless i explicitly like, reblog an ask game or smthn lol. also sometimes random questions on my webkinz blog

Following: 328 ppl (-:

Average Hours of Sleep: uh uhhh lol uhhhhh like. 3-5 hours? but then i also nap sometimes

Instruments: like.. musical? i played clarinet for 3 years in middle school but i Hated it

What I Am Wearing: camo pants, the walking dead t-shirt (i dont even like twd anymore but i Have the shirt so i might as well wear it yknow), and sneakers. yes im wearing shoes in the house leave me alone

Dream Job: id say entomologist but like i literally have no idea what thatd entail.. am i making new bugs? new bugs just dropped? look forward 2 it.. but aside from that hear me out. i think itd be fun 2 be like someone who wears a silly mascot suit (-: i already like, want a fursuit and its basically just the same thing but u get paid, right? anyway this WILL be me

Dream Trip: if not just Go Visit All My Friends, oh my god i want 2 go 2 west virginia and go 2 billy bob’s wonderland

Nationality: american 😔

Fav Songs: this is too broad and is putting too much pressure on me so instead im going to offer some of my favorite songs that i have maps of in osu

lagtrain, lapfoxed forever, energy synergy matrix, guitarmass

Last Book I Read: i dont read stuff !!!!!!! i guess the handmaid’s tale? which i read over a year ago for english class?

Top 3 fictional universes I'd like to live in: i can Not think of 3 so im just gonna say pokemon bc i wanna see deoxys.. silly guy

Tagging: no one bc i dont wanna give ppl notifications!! just do it if u want!!!! yippee!!!!

#long post

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ziracona · 1 year

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4, 20, 44, 50 for the ask game! And a free spot for any question you would especially like to answer if you'd like, replacement for another or not ^^

4: Which cryptid to I believe in? Hmmm I gotta say Mothman. He holds a very special place in my heart. Especially bc sometimes he’s good and sometimes he’s bad. You don’t know what to expect, and the complexity of character! I kinda like to think lots of weird X-Files things might exist. It makes life more interesting.

20: it’s called Soda. ‘Pop’ is a very specific geographic specific thing and I don’t live there.

44: Who would I kill with a free pass? Hmmm. I mean, I’d try I guess responsibly to figure out what would do the most good, and pop him. Putin. Bezos. JKr lol. Uhhh Trump. Musk. So many options here. I’d have to do meticulous research if I only got one. — if applied to my personal life only instead to make the answer easier, I guess maybe the guy who runs around churches some friends go to manipulating every girl he can into relationships kept secret bc God told him to and emotionally and spiritually manipulates them and everyone into religious bullying cult stuff from him, or tells people people who are into him are some awful thing and makes up lies to discredit him? I know like 6 women personally he was a predator to. Maybe an ex-friend’s parent or ex-boyfriend, for old-time’s sake? Or that guy who went around harassing a bunch of people online I knew for being ace or not obeying him & kept suicide bating kids; I literally can’t remember if I knew his name ever though surely I must have, so I couldn’t actually Death Note him, them???, and I couldn’t truly justify it past worse people I know if I got only 1 but like I just think if he did get Light Yagami’d it would be extremely funny and make life a little less bad.

50: Yeah you can tag me? Alex we used to discord chat all the time lol. But if this is like a more general ask yes people in general can too (like in a nice way. Don’t like. Tag me in religious conversion therapy shit to try and make life hell but who would do that anyway)

EDIT: forgot the free spot! 31: what type of music keeps you grounded? — I listen usually to very angry punk and punk adjacent stuff. Sometimes show tunes. Very different vibes I know. Anyway in the adjacent category, discovered Friday Pilots Club and they slap and I’ve listened to End of It, For the Wicked, Glory, and Change For You about 800 times already. Change For You is my one rn.

Ask game

#ask #allexiaah #ask games

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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 2 years

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What Are Friends For? | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! This popped into my head and I couldn’t not write it. Enjoy :)

Send me your comments, requests, and / or suggestions! 🥰

Tag list: @beefybuckrrito @shadytalementality @everything-burns-down @rainbow-unicorn-pony @mandersshow @breakablebarnes @glxwingrxse @psychoticmason @deepsketchsupernaturalcowboy @lonewolf471 💘

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Another night of wine and movies and platonic-maybe-romantic snuggles and was in full swing at your apartment. Bucky parked in his usual spot on your couch, sinking into the plush cushions as he pulled your legs into his lap. The dialogue spoken by Timothee Chalamet and Saoirse Ronan faded away as the two of you laughed and talked. Bucky was just so fucking perfect. Kind, funny, smart, thoughtful- every moment you spent together plunged you deeper and deeper into the love you held for him.

The wine he had brought for you filled you with warmth and confidence, pushing you to ask him something you’d been wondering for quite a while. “Sooooo, Buck, when did you lose your V-card?” your words slipped from your wine stained lips all smooth and sweet, paired with an innocent smile. He sputtered as his wine got caught in this throat and tried to travel to his lungs.

“Uh, hmm? What?” he rasped, making you chuckle just a bit. You rolled your eyes at him like you always did and sat up a bit, placing your face just a little closer to his, “I’m just curious! We know everything about each other...except that”. Curiosity about Bucky’s past had been plaguing you ever since the two of you had gotten close. Your feelings for him had you itching to find out about his romantic and sexual past, but you'd never had the courage.

"If you must know, I was...I'm pretty sure I was nineteen, but you know my memory isn't great", he murmured, "wasn't really anything special, I don't think". He expectantly stared you down in anticipation of you sharing about your first time, but you played dumb just to mess with him. "And? What about you, doll?" his words lifted the charade you'd put on and prompting you to speak.

"I was twenty, and he was my college boyfriend….But it was not a good time", you told him with an awkward laugh. Bucky felt an ache in his chest-and elsewhere- to show you a good time, but he was still carefully toeing the line between friendship and something more. Another question popped into your head as you thought about Bucky's confession, and you couldn't stop yourself from asking, "when was the last time you had sex?" Bucky's cheeks became tinged with pink and he laughed awkwardly, taking another sip of his drink.

"Buck- don't tell me you haven't had sex since BEFORE World War Two?!"

He cringed at your words but nodded anyway, betraying his secret to you. "I was kind of busy, ya know, fighting nazis", he joked, "and then everything with Hydra happened and the blip and...I haven't really had the time". Once again he stared at you, waiting for you to take your turn answering the question. A few quiet moments passed as you thought about it and finally arrive at an answer, "seven-ish months- just a random hook up. It was not successful for me, if you know what I mean".

Envy bloomed in Bucky's chest as he wished he'd been the guy you'd hooked up with- but he would’ve made you scream. He wasn't sure how to respond to your answer, and knew that if he opened his mouth he'd say something earthshakingly stupid, resulting in him giving you a casual nod. "Wait-" you said suddenly, placing a hand firmly on his firm, metal shoulder, "so it's been like eighty years since you've gotten head?"

A blank expression settled over Bucky's features and a small tinge of confusion filled his eyes, "head?" he asked. The small chuckle that escaped your lips was completely involuntary, and you quickly clapped your hands over your mouth to stifle it. Sometimes you forgot just how old Bucky was, and you'd use slang he'd never heard of before. "Uhhh, it's been eighty years since someone's gone down on you, I mean”, you tried again, hoping he'd be more familiar with the term. The unsure expression didn't leave Bucky's face, however, prompting you to almost yell, "oh my god, it's been eighty years since someone's sucked your dick?!"

Bucky almost dumped his wine all over your couch at the words, and he could've sworn that his heart stopped completely. The shock of you saying that made Bucky a stammering mess, "oh- right, I didn't- It's not- Um, I haven't..." he struggled to get the words out until he clocked the hungry fire burning behind your eyes, "I've actually never had someone um, do that to- for me". The sheer tragedy of Bucky's admission had you at a complete loss for words- how had this man, who looked like fucking Adonis, never gotten head before?

"Woah, woah- what?" you eventually muttered as the shock wore off, "How have you never- why?" Bucky chuckled at how disturbed you were by his news and threw you a shrug, "I don't know. Times were different, I guess? And I didn't ever want to make the woman I was with uncomfortable, soooo...yeah". Of fucking course that was his answer- Bucky was such a thoughtful goddamn gentleman that he'd given up getting blown.

Carefully, you set your wine on the coffee table and removed your legs from Bucky's lap, tucking them underneath you so you could be level with his eye line. You sat before Bucky with a look on your face that was so serious it almost scared him; as he tried to ask what you were doing, you lifted your hand, effectively silencing him. "Buck, we're friends-like best friends, right?" He nodded slowly, still unsure of what you were trying to get at. "Right, so we're really close. And I care about you so much, so…” you paused for a moment before launching into the offer that could possibly ruin your friendship, “I’d like to remedy the situation for you- if you want.”

The words left Bucky unable to speak. Suddenly, his mouth was dry and his eyes stared unblinking at your purple-stained lips. Finally, he shook his head and came back to reality, meeting your gaze with his. “I uh- you don’t have to do that, sweets” he muttered with a chuckle, wishing there was more wine. Ever so slightly, you moved toward him and placed a hand lightly on his thigh, “But I want to…” you whispered. Your sultry voice had his already semi-hard cock pressing uncomfortably against his jeans. “But only if you want it,” you promised as you realized there was a chance that you had made him uncomfortable, “do you want it?”

Within seconds his mouth was on yours and he nodded against your lips, whispering an “I want you” between kisses. His strong arms wrapped around your thighs and pulled you into his lap, situating you right on top of his cock. He let out a quiet moan at the contact, prompting you to grind harder into him. You attempted to let your mouth travel to his neck, but he made it impossible as he hungrily brought you back to his lips every time. “No rush-” he whispered breathlessly, “I’ve been dying to kiss you for a long time”. Bucky had dreamt of this moment ever since the two of you had gotten close.

The feelings he’d held for you were all consuming, melting his tough ex-assassin super soldier exterior and softening his heart. All he ever wanted to do was be with you, and he spent all his free time at your apartment. He was rusty in romance department and didn’t know how to navigate modern dating-which seemed like a nightmare to him by all accounts. Being with you was easy-it was like breathing. Nothing made him as happy as you, and nothing saddened him more than your absence.

His confession sparked a fire in you that you didn’t know you had, doubling the intensity with which you enveloped his mouth. His hands roamed your body as he kissed you, sliding down the curve of your spine and taking a handful of your ass before toying with the hem of your shirt. But this was all about him, so you finally made your move.

Swiftly, you attached your lips to his pulse and sucked at the skin of his neck, eliciting a deep groan from his lips. You let your hands run slowly down his chiseled, muscular chest as your mouth worked over his collar bone, only pulling away to gauge his reactions. He hissed as your teeth nipped at his skin, the sharp sensation making him dig his hands into your hips. With a smirk, you removed his hands from your waist and lifted his T-shirt over his head, throwing it to the ground behind you. He chuckled at your cheeky confidence, but groaned when he felt your nails sink into his skin. A dark smile formed across his lips, encouraging you to keep going.

Painstakingly slowly, you teased your mouth from his neck to his chest to his abdomen, kissing, sucking, and biting his skin as you moved downward. There was no mistaking the huge bulge in his pants, and when you finally arrived at it, your mouth watered. You made quick work of his belt, button, and fly before ordering him to lift his hips so you could pull down his jeans and briefs.

Just the sight of you sitting on your knees before him, staring hungrily at his hardened cock could’ve been enough to make him to come right then. Without warning, you licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, eliciting a bead of precum to leak from it. The moan that left Bucky’s body made your clit throb, making you squeeze your thighs together as you knelt in front of him. With your gaze locked on his, you slid the head of his cock into your mouth and lazily swirled your tongue around it. His head fell back against the couch at the sensation and you hummed happily .

With the teasing over with, you got to work for real. Taking all of him slowly into your mouth and down your throat made your eyes water and cut off your oxygen supply, but it was a welcome sensation. You worked over him with abandon, hollowing your cheeks around him and letting him bottom out completely into your throat. The pace you set was aggressive- almost too much for Bucky to handle. Your tongue continued to work mercilessly over the tip as you brought a hand to his balls, making a dirty moan leave his chest. All he could manage to say was a gravelly “fuuuuuuck” as you treated him to the thing he’d always wanted but never got.

His moans became sharp and hurried, his breathing erratic, and you knew he was close. You doubled down, making him groan as you quickly slid him deep with abandon, suddenly feeling the warm sensation of his cum coating your throat. He rode the waves of his orgasm as you continued to tease him with your tongue, only ceasing when the sensitivity finally became too much.

He was quiet while you stood up and took your rightful place on the couch, reaching for a sip of your wine. “Holy fuck”, he muttered as he finally returned to his body, “that was…fuck. Thank you”. A goofy smile was plastered across his face and a laugh escaped your lips- he was just so goddamn cute. “Any time, friend” you snickered.

Suddenly, Bucky became very aware of the fact that he was still sitting on your couch- completely naked. He stood quickly and pulled you from the couch, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Woah,” you breathed, “where we going?” He smirked as he matched confidently toward your bedroom, whispering “just want to return the favor”.

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triplexdoublex · 3 years

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Pornstar

Pairings: Colson x Reader

Warnings/Tags: rough sex, anal sex, face fucking, gagging, spit, spitting in mouth, slight bondange, golden showers, pissing in mouth, slapping across face, being filmed.

A/N: Shout out to Shawnie ( @heytheregreeneyes) for always letting me use her as my OC and being my best friend. Also Colson isn’t MGK in this, just a pornstar so his personality isn’t as cocky as he usually is. I know I’ve mentioned it before but the sex in this is loosely based off my fave porn star Small Hands AKA Aaron Thompson. Hope this was worth the wait. Lemme know what you think! “Open it, open it!” Your roommate and best friend Shawnie stood before you with a gift bag in hand, shaking it excitedly.

“My birthday’s not even until this weekend,” You laughed taking the bag from her. “You sure you don’t want me to wait? It’s only a few more days.”

“ No please, I’ve kept this a secret for long enough, it’s killing me! Just open it!” She exclaimed. “Plus your gonna need time to prepare.”

“Prepare?”

“C’mom, just open it, open it, open it!!!” She was far too excited. You wondered what it could be that she was so eager to give you. But what you pulled out of the bag just left you with even more questions.

“Thanks???” You said confused, holding up a sexy red lace bra and matching g- string that tied at hips.

“That’s only part of it,” she assured you. “What’s your biggest wish?” She tried to clue you in.

“Ummm paying off all my student debt?” You answered still puzzled. “Did you get me a job as a stripper?” You laughed.

“Okay, maybe ‘wish’ was the wrong word to use … hmmm—oh biggest fantasy!” She corrected herself.

“Oh to fuck my favorite porn star Huge Hands, AKA Colson Baker. You know that — wait … no, no way!” You exclaimed as your friend started frantically nodding her head yes. “Shut up!!! What? You’re kidding. Like how?”

“Look in the bag . There’s more!”

You reached into the bag and pulled out a pass of some kind and read it aloud. “Huge Hands/Colson Baker : Exclusive Access, Porn Star for a Day pass”

“They were super limited, I have no clue how I managed to snag one, but I’m so happy I did! The look on your face right now is priceless!” Shawnie laughed. “It’s probably because you’re the only one I know who’s crazy enough to actually go through with this.”

“I-I don’t even know what to say. I have no words… thank you.” You expressed your gratitude, still in shock. “I’m really about to have the best sex of my life this weekend! On my birthday yet! Have you seen his fucking cock, it’s huuuge!”

“Yes, many times,” Shawnie chuckled , entertained by how pumped you are. “Or did you forget about all the links of his umm ‘work’ you’ve sent me?” Shawnie wasn’t big on porn herself but she was always willing to take an interest in your latest obsessions, no matter what they were. That’s what you loved most about her. “Turn it over, it tells you more about what’s included on the back.”

You did as she suggested, turning the pass over to read more. “Half hour zoom call day before to privately discuss details, and needs/wants of scene; hair and make up; up to one hour of shooting time; and keepsake autographed DVD recording,” you listed off. “You know I’m gonna watch that everyday for the rest of my life, right?”

“I’m assuming you’re gonna make me watch it at least once too, knowing you,” Shawnie laughed.

“Yeah probably,” you laughed as well. “ I got no shame!”

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You’re stomach was in knots as you waited for the zoom call to begin; you’d never felt so excited and nervous at the same time. Shawnie was there with you sitting just out of frame, when the ‘bloop’ of the call came through your computer's speakers.

“Hi, Y/N?” Colson questioned.

“Yeah, hi. That’s me!” You did a timid little wave.

“Ok good, just wanted to make sure I got the right person before we get started here. Imagine that … Awkward!,” he laughed, and you instantly began to relax; you could tell he was going to be easy to talk to. “Well, obviously you know what I do , but I’d love to hear a little about you. Says here on your forms you’re a college student?”

“Wait, what forms?” You asked.

“The ones you filled out online with your info and kinks and things you wanted to include in our video when you purchased the Pornstar for a day package,” he answers slightly confused.

“Ohhh, my friend bought me this for my birthday, she must have filled them out.” You responded. “She’s right here. Say hi Shawnie!”

“Hi!” She giggled leaning into frame.

“Hello. Wow this must be some “friendship” he joked making air quotes. “Because this is a very detailed list. You gotta hear this.” He smirks. “Written in the section about what you hope to include in our scene says— and I quote: I want Huge Hands/ Colson to absolutely destroy me. I want him to fuck my throat, my pussy and my ass. I want him to slap me around, and spit and piss in my mouth, and anything else he wants to do to me, I’m all for it.” He choked out a laugh pulling dramatically at the collar of his shirt “Whew, I’m the pornstar here and that’s even got me blushing!”

“Oh my God, Shawnie!” You covered your beet red face.

“What!?, did I lie?” She laughed.

“I mean no, but still. Damn, to hear it out loud like that.” Your eyes bulged.

“So it’s true then?” Colson asked slyly.

“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up,” you hid your smile behind your hand, shaking your head in embarrassed disbelief.

“Aye, no need to be embarrassed, we’re gonna have fun tomorrow, I can tell,” he smiled. “I’m especially excited that your interested in Anal. It’s kinda my favorite. I’m assuming you’ve done it before?”

“Yeah,” you answered simply.

“Do you enjoy it?” He asked.

“Tell him what your ex said!” Shawnie blurted out.

“Oh, boy. I gotta hear this,” he chuckled. “What’d the ex say?”

You inhaled deeply before speaking, “I do enjoy it, probably more than regular sex, if I’m being honest,” you admitted. There was no use trying to be coy now. “Uhhh he actually said I could be a pornstar since I can take a hard anal pounding so well.”

“Nice!” He exclaimed. “Girl, after my own heart.”

“Jesus Christ, this conversation has me sweating already,” you chuckled standing up to pull your cardigan off.

“Is that a little tattoo I saw there, peaking out of the top of your jeans?” He asked.

“Yeah, you wanna see?” You unzipped your jeans without waiting for a response and lowered the top of your underwear just enough to show him.

“ The Playboy bunny, huh? How fitting,” he teased.

“What can I say, it was my first tattoo,” you giggled “Seemed like that’s what everyone was getting at the time.”

“What else you got going on down there?” He lifted his head as if trying to see more. “Is that a landing strip?” He asked referring to the thin dark stripe of short curls just barely visible above the band of your lowered underwear. “Can I see?”

“Yeah, sure,” you lowered them further exposing yourself, your inhibition long gone at that point. “This is just how I normally like to groom. I can shave it completely if you prefer?”

“Nah, it’s perfect,” he smiled. “Well, I think I have a pretty good idea now of what you like and what we’ll be getting ourselves into tomorrow. Do you have any questions or anything else you want me to know, before we end the call?”

“I don’t think so,” you said. “Shawnie pretty much laid it all out on those forms,” you laughed.

“That she did!” He produced a chuckle as well. “I meant to ask earlier, but, since she knows so much about your kinks and what not, have you two ever —“

“ No, just best friends, I tend to overshare, I guess.”

“Yeah it amazes me sometimes, the things women share with their friends, but yet guys are always the ones who are known to kiss and tell and brag about their conquests. Females can be just as bad, y’all just keep it on the low a little better,” he stated. “Well, I look forward to working with you tomorrow. Take care, and I’ll see you soon.”

“Can’t wait!” You responded. “Bye.”

“Bye,”

You felt oddly comforted and at ease after the call, no longer a ball of nerves or embarrassment. He made you feel like there was no shame in enjoying the things you did. He was very professional despite the nature of the call; it didn’t feel sleezy or overly salacious; just two consenting adults having a mature conversation about their sexual desires.

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When you walked out of hair and make-up and onto set, you saw Colson waiting for you on a red leather couch. He was clad in only black dress pants; shirtless — his tattoos on full display. He smiled seductively when he saw you, beckoning you over with a pat to his thighs. You undid your silk robe they had given you and let it slip from your shoulders to the floor, revealing the red lacy set Shawnie had bought you, as you made your way over to him. You suddenly became very aware of all the cameras and other people in the room, as you sat on his lap. Somehow it has slipped your mind that they were all a part of what went into this.

“You get used to it,” he said softly , remembering the way he felt his first time in front of the cameras. “Just pretend they’re not even there— only me and you, okay?” He said brushing a finger along your thigh. “Unless, Shawnie forgot to mention you’re an exhibitionist too, then by all means enjoy them watching us fuck,” he joked, making you laugh. “Don’t forget, if you need me to stop at anytime for any reason, just give me three quick taps,” he demonstrated, tapping your thigh. “Don’t worry about the filming, they can always edit and piece things back together if needed. This is all for you and I want you to enjoy yourself. Oh and happy birthday by the way! It’s today right?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Thank you.”

“Ok, so we’ll just start the scene with some kissing and light touches, and when I feel you’re ready I’ll signal the camera man, he’ll call action, and then we'll be recording.”

“Sounds good,” you nodded your head. He had made you feel so comfortable and relaxed the last bit of nervousness you chalked up to just being slightly star struck; You never thought in a million years you’d get this opportunity.

“Ready?,” he pressed his forehead to yours, staring directly into your eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up into the most alluring devilish grin.

“Ready,” you echoed back, biting your lip trying to suppress a needy whine. God you were always such a sucker for his killer eye contact in his films, and now you were the one his eyes were soul fucking. You’re heart pounded with excited anticipation as Colson’s face drew nearer to your own. He lightly held your chin as he pressed his lips to yours, parting them to introduce his tongue. It was a welcome greeting, cut short by the breathy “oh fuck ” that involuntarily slipped from your lips.

“”You good?” He laughed softly, a small puff of air the only thing separating your mouths; your foreheads still touching.

“More...than good,” you spoke in a short choppy sentence trying to compose yourself.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he smirked against your lips, continuing to kiss you.

You melted into his kisses— slow and gentle at first, increasing in intensity as he carried on. When he nipped at your bottom lip with a low groan, you lost all innocence, shifting positions to straddle his lap. You gripped the back of his head, as he kissed you and rolled your hips against him, demanding more. And that’s when he knew … that you were ready. He quickly signaled to the cameraman with a thumbs up, and “Action” was called.

His hand slipped down from your chin, settling on the highest part of your neck just under your jaw, his fingers squeezing at your pulse points on either side. Roughly he turned your head to the side with a push of his thumb and his mouth began mauling your neck with an appetite for lust, leaving blooming raspberry patches along the descending path of flesh that lead to your breasts. With one hand he expertly undid the front clasp of your red lace bra and took in the sight of you.

“Perfect,” he whispered into your flesh with a growl, taking one breast in each hand as he licked between them, keeping his eyes locked on yours. You slid the silky straps of your lingerie over your shoulders, letting it fall, as he took turns going back and forth between each breast treating each of your nipples to light suction and a pleasurable nibble. You let out a moan at his actions and again rolled your hips in his lap, pressing yourself against the hardening bulge inside his dress pants. “Needy are we?” He teased swiftly spinning you around so your back was to his chest. He dug his chin into your shoulder peering over it as he snatched up the crotch of your panties roughly, tugging the material up between your lips . You canted your hips up chasing after the friction of the coarse fabric against your clit. “You like that, huh?” He pulled them harsher.

“Mmmm, yes” you squeaked out, nodding your head.

“Yeah, I bet you do,” he growled nipping at your neck. “Look at this pretty pussy,” he shoved the material to the side exposing you, letting his fingers explore your folds as he pleased. “You want my cock right in here huh?” His voice was so gravelly and low as he slipped a finger inside you, only to quickly pull it back out, teasing you. “Taste yourself,” he brought the finger to your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it, as he slid it further into your mouth, his long fingers slipping down the back of your throat. “Oh, god, yes!” He exclaimed impressed by how you didn’t even gag. “Tell ya what—“ he paused to add a second finger to your mouth, continuing to talk as you sucked “If you can suck my dick as good as that—“ he then pulled them back out of your mouth. “I might just have to fuck you right in here too,” he shoved his spit slicked fingers into your ass.

“Yes, fuck, please!” You whined, wiggling your hips, wanting his fingers deeper.

“You like that? Huh. You dirty little anal whore!” He grabbed your neck with his free hand, keeping you pinned back against him, the fingers of his other hand still moving inside you.

“Yes, yes! I am,” you strained to speak. “Please, please fuck my ass!” You whined impatiently with pleasure. You never heard yourself sound so needy and desperate in your life.

“You sound you pretty when you beg, but you're gonna have to earn it first,” he demanded pulling out his fingers, leaving you feeling empty. Quickly, you dropped to your knees in front of the couch as Colson got up standing before you. You waited impatiently while Colson unbuckled his belt above you. Once undone he yanked the belt free from the loops with a satisfying ‘whoosh’ that made you pulse between your thighs. You desperately clawed his pants and boxers down his legs like a feral cat in heat as Colson brought the tip to your mouth, still holding onto his belt in the other. “Open!,” he demanded. “Goooood,” he growled in praise as you did what you were told. You reached up to grab it but ,“no hands!” he smacked them away, and then secured them behind your back with his belt. “Let’s try this again, open!” He spoke harshly. You obliged, opening wide. “Tongue” he barked. You let it hang from your mouth with anticipation; eager breaths rolling down it like a panting dog eyeing a steak. He teased you, slapping his cock against your tongue before shoving it fully into your mouth. Your eyes prickled with tears as you fought your gag reflex, taking him down your throat. He held your head in place with one hand , the tip of your nose pressed flush against the coarse hair of his pelvis, as he hunched his body forward over yours untying the sides of your G-string. It slipped from your body leaving you completely nude. Colson smacked your ass, then gripped it harshly, making it jiggle for him before finally standing straight up and pulling his hips back to let you come up for air.

“Huuuuuuhhhh,” you inhaled sharply gasping for breath, letting oxygen penetrate deep into your lungs before Colson stuffed your mouth again. Mascara ran down your hollowed out cheeks as you sucked. You started pulling back out of instinct when you began to gag but Colson held you in place.

“No, keep it in your mouth,” he instructed condescendingly, looking down at you. “Just a little longer” he promised. You tried your best, Colson letting out a throaty moan every time your raw, used throat constricted around him as he fucked into it. “Mmmgghh,” he groaned, pulling out of your mouth “Goooood girl,” he praised with a smirk, before bending down to give you a sloppy kiss, swapping mouthfuls of saliva. Just as he pulled away he let a long string of collected spit slip from his pursed lips and into your open mouth, where you eagerly accepted it, moaning as you swallowed it down.

You let out a breathy “awhhh” as you opened your mouth again, wiggling your tongue enticingly.

“Such a dirty, fucking whore,” he bent down again and spat directly in your face. He smeared it all over your face with his hand before grabbing you by the neck, pulling you to your feet. “Turn around,” he ordered. You did as he said and Colson undid his belt from around your wrists. Before you even had a chance to soothe your sore wrists with a rub, Colson spun you around and pushed you down onto your back on the couch, your ass teetering on the edge of the red leather cushion. “Spread yourself for me,” he instructed, as he pumped himself. Again you did as you were told; you pulled your legs up, wrapping an arm around each thigh, holding them back as you parted your opening with your fingers. “God, you’re so fucking wet.” He teased the head of his cock through the glistening mess on display for him.

“Fuck me,” you said in an inpatient huff, staring into his eyes.

“Awhhh, yessss,” he groaned out, slack jawed as he sank into you

“Ohhh, shit,” you screamed out , face twisted in pleasure, your eyes slipping shut, at the feeling of him burying himself deep in your cunt.

“Open your eyes. Look at me!” He spoke harshly, cupping your face in his hands as he thrust. You opened your eyes, trying to focus on his, but your vision was spotted by the intensity of it all. “Feel good?” He pressed his forehead to yours just as he’d done earlier , starring directly into the windows to your soul as he fucked you. You nodded the best you could, but that wasn’t good enough for him. “Words, I want words. Say yes!”

“Yes.. yes,” you responded breathily, biting at your lip.

“Yeah, Mmmghhh, that’s it. Fuck, I like it when you use your words” he moaned , shifting himself to be more upright. He then spit on the tips of his fingers and brought them to your clit and began rubbing it furiously, his cock still destroying you.

“OH Fuck!” You cried out, wiggling and bucking your hips.

“You gonna fucking stay still? He roughly grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks. You nodded your head, trying your best to calm your body’s erratic, pleasure driven movements as he thrust. “Words!” He spat, his hand letting go of your face only to connect it to your cheek again with a quick, yet harsh slap.

“Shit! ...Yes!” You corrected yourself once again, Your body was loving how aggressive he was getting the longer he fucked you and he could tell; spitting at and striking your face again.

“Turn over!” He ordered, abruptly pulling out. “Hands on the back of the couch.” He roughly assisted you in turning around , and you placed your hands where instructed. You arched your back and pushed your ass out waiting for him to re enter you from the new position. “This is where you really want it, huh?” He teased his cock over your asshole.

“Yes!,” you remembered to use your words this time.

“You’re a dirty little fucking anal whore, aren’t you? He asked, he question sounding a lot more like a statement. “Let me hear you said it.” He applied pressure to your hole with the tip, as he yanked back a fist full of your hair.

“I’m a dirty little fucking anal whore!,” you repeated desperately pushing back against him.

“Mmmghh!, That you are!” He confirmed with a groan, snapping hips hips forward, quickly entering you.

“Uhhhhh, Oh my God!” You exclaimed at the feeling. You never fully understood why you enjoyed anal as much as you did, perhaps it was the pleasurable fullness, the taboo aspect, the fact that you were one of the few woman who were into it, or the way so many men were obsessed with it , and the look on their face when they found out you were more than willing to take it up the ass, but you absolutely loved it, and this time was no different. Every jack hammered thrust brought you closer and closer to the edge, especially when Colson reached around to between your legs adding the friction of his fingers to your clit. The sensation of your ass being stuffed combined with his touch was the perfect recipe for orgasm and you felt it building every time his cock slid in and out.

“Yeah, cum for me,” he could feel you tightening around him. His words perfectly in sync with the jolt of pleasure boiling over in your abdomen and ripping through you with vast intensity. A series of explitives and sounds you’ve never heard yourself make, flew from you lips as your body went boneless under Colson. He quickly pulled out, turned you back over and came across your face with a few pumps of his hand. He collapsed to the side of you briefly, before tugging you off the couch and onto your knees. “I’m not done with you just yet,” he spoke out of breath taking his softening dick in his hand. Your eyes lit up, you knew what he was referring too— the only thing on your list of wants he hadn’t included yet. “Say ahhh!”

“Ahhh,” you echoed the request, letting his golden stream fill your mouth, splash off your tongue and dribble down your chin and body. You giggled, piss spilling from your smile as you looked up at him, all your fantasies now fulfilled.

“Annnd cut!” Called the director. A few stage hands scrambled to bring you both a towel and small refreshments. “Almost done, just gonna get you guys a little cleaned up, rehydrated, let you catch your breath a bit, and then film the little quick, post scene interview.

“Ok,” you both answered.

Colson tossed his towel over his shoulders and reached out his hand to you “You, good?” He asked with a faint laugh , watching your hand shake as you drank your water.

“Yeah,” you answered letting him pull you up onto the couch.

“You were amazing,” he said, rubbing your back. He knew the come down from the adrenal rush of scenes could be taxing, especially from rough ones . “You —“

“Ready,” the director interrupted, cutting him short, and immediately pressing record. “So how was it?” the director focused the camera on you first.

“Oh my god.. mind blowing,” you answered , still out of breath, adjusting your towel.

“And you?” The director turned the camera to Colson.

“ Absolutely amazing. She was a natural. I’d love to work with her again.”

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tennessoui · 3 years

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this is probably too many prompts lol but uhhh obikin: #6 meeting at a coffee shop au; #24 literally bumping into each other au; #40 exes meeting again after not speaking for years au (i'm a sucker for breaking up and getting back together again lol); #42 star-crossed lovers au; #48 meeting again at a high school reunion au

hi!! you probably forgot you sent this at all and I wouldn't blame you in the slightest. I'm pretty sure someone else already asked for 24, 40, and 42, so I wrote #6 instead! warnings for this one: bittersweet in that both anakin and obi-wan are sad, also the author is sad, also this takes place in the midwest in america (this is the first fic that is obviously set in america!!! wow!!)

6. Meeting At A Coffee Shop Diner AU (1.9k)

“Have a seat anywhere you want,” the hostess tells Obi-Wan without looking up from her phone.

Obi-Wan blinks and then looks around the deserted seating area. “Thank you, uh.” She’s not wearing a name tag.

“Angel’ll bring you the menu and take care of you, thanks for coming in,” she says, glancing up at him and then away.

Well then. Obi-Wan reminds himself that customer service isn’t everyone’s strong suit, that she might have had a rough day, that he’s here for the quick food on his way through town, that his ego isn’t fragile enough that he needs to be led to a table with a smile.

The restaurant is almost completely deserted. There’s two truckers eating their weight in bacon and eggs at the counter, and a family of four seated around a table, resolutely picking at their food instead of talking to each other. And then there’s Obi-Wan.

He chooses a booth by the window, one that overlooks the absolute nothingness of midwestern American scenery. If he cranes his neck, he can probably see corn.

God, Obi-Wan’s sick of seeing corn, and he’s only been in this part of the country for a few hours. He needs to go right through most of it to get where he’s headed. He’s not sure how he won’t die of boredom.

The thought sends a pang through his chest. It’s too soon to think of death even in an offhand way. He taps his fingers on the cover of his leather journal, before a line of dark brown under one of them catches his eye. He studies his hand critically.

It’s been two days since the funeral. Surely he wouldn’t still have grave dirt under his nails. Surely things like that wash away eventually.

“Hey,” a voice says from in front of him. A man is turned around and kneeling up in the booth in front of Obi-Wan’s, leaning over the garishly red vinyl of the empty seat with a menu clutched in one hand. His hair is short and dark blond, an undercut with a long fringe settling over his forehead. He has a nice sort of smile, one that looks genuine but doesn’t touch his eyes. Obi-Wan notices how long the man’s neck is and how predominant his collarbones appear in the loose white shirt he’s wearing, before he forces himself to focus only on his face. “I’m Angel,” the guy says, passing over the menu. “Can I get you anything to drink?”

Obi-Wan accepts it gingerly. It looks like something that’s perpetually sticky. “Water is fine,” he says politely. “Thank you.”

“Will do,” Angel salutes him and ambles away. Obi-Wan watches him go before shaking his head to rid himself of any sort of thought, and opening the menu.

It’s standard food fare, of course. Breakfast options served all day if anyone were to come in and request them. Lunch and dinner options are also served all day, probably for the same reason: a diner like this can’t afford to turn anyone away, even if they want a hamburger at nine in the morning.

A glass of water clinks down onto the table next to him, making him look up at Angel, who’s looking at him curiously.

“You ready to order?” he asks, even though Obi-Wan is still very much looking at the menu and it’s also only been a few minutes at most since Angel gave it to him in the first place.

“Do you have any suggestions?” Obi-Wan asks politely. “I’ve never been here before. What’s good?”

“The water,” Angel says and then laughs like he’s said something funny. Obi-Wan finds his own mouth curling up at the sound. Sometimes people’s laughter is contagious, like a yawn.

And then Angel says, “You’re not from around here, are you?”

“No,” Obi-Wan admits. “North of Boston.”

Angel whistles, like Obi-Wan has said something impressive. “Boston, huh? What are you doing all the way out here?”

The pit in his stomach intensifies. He does his best not to look at his nails and the grave dirt that might still be under them. “Driving,” he finally says. “And are you...from around here?”

Angel’s eyes grow distant for a second, and when he focuses again on Obi-Wan, they’re cold. “Born and raised,” he tells him flatly. “Never got out.”

“Oh,” Obi-Wan doesn’t know what to do with the sort of bitterness in Angel’s tone. It complements his own well enough.

“If you like eggs, I’ll put you in for the house special omelette,” Angel declares suddenly, all business again. “It’s four eggs, tomatoes, peppers, cheese. The usual.”

“What makes it special?” Obi-Wan asks, closing his menu and setting it down on the table in front of him.

“For you?” Angel drawls, “I’ll watch the cook to make sure he doesn’t get any egg shells in it,” and then he winks, holding out his hand.

Naturally, Obi-Wan shakes it. Naturally, Obi-Wan realizes a second after feeling Angel’s warm, calloused rough palm against his own that the man had meant to take the menu from Obi-Wan.

He can’t remember the last time he’s blushed this red, but he is absolutely regretting everything about this road trip. God, he’d pay money just to be able to leave now.

He should get in his car and drive back to Boston. It had been a stupid idea to come out here anyway, a result of stir-craziness and a desire to outrun the death of his father.

And now look what he’s doing. Shaking hands with his handsome waiter, as if he isn’t thirty-nine and perfectly aware of social norms.

Thankfully, miraculously, Angel laughs and this time it sounds real. “It’s okay,” he tells him, reaching out to pick up the menu.

Luckily for everyone involved, Obi-Wan finds it very easy to laugh at himself. “Well. It’s nice to meet you, Angel, I’m Obi-Wan.”

“I’ll go put the order in,” Angel says, “Obi-Wan.”

He’s back within five minutes, sliding into the seat across from Obi-Wan. So much for no eggshells in his omelette, but he can’t bring himself to be disappointed. There’s something magnetically fascinating about Angel. He’d like to know more.

“So you’re driving?” Angel asks, picking up a thread of conversation from several minutes ago. “Where are you going?”

“I was thinking of Alaska,” Obi-Wan says. “I’ve--I’ve always wanted to go.”

“You’re driving from Boston to Alaska?” Angel whistles, raising his eyebrows in shock. “I think the gas money alone would cost me two months of work.”

Obi-Wan shrugs. It’s not like he makes much himself as a teacher in Massachusetts. “My father was a lifelong gambler,” he discloses without really knowing why he’s telling this to a stranger. “He came into a bit of luck near the end. A bit of a fortune as well. And when he...died, I inherited it and his house.”

Angel touches his hand softly. “I’m sorry,” he says. “When did he pass?”

Obi-Wan huffs out what might be a chuckle. “A week ago, actually. It’s summer break in Massachusetts--I’m a teacher--and I suddenly had nothing to stay for, for a bit. It was either leave for Alaska or find some other way to cope.”

He runs a hand--his free hand, the one Angel isn’t touching--over his beard as he gives the man a rueful smile. “Dad always wanted me to see more of the world.”

“My mom was the same way,” Angel leans forward to tell him, as if it’s a secret. Obi-Wan feels like it is a secret, that there’s something delicate and fragile in the air. Something that matches whatever emotion is filling up Angel’s eyes. “Always telling me to leave, go get famous, go get happy, come back and tell her about it.”

“You didn’t?” Obi-Wan asks, his chest tightening at the thought that the man before him could be unhappy.

“I couldn’t,” Angel sneers, looking out the window and propping his chin on his hand. Some things must be too close to the heart to tell someone to their face. “Mom got sick. I wanted to get out, I was so close. Graduated high school, packed my stuff. I was going to go to California. To Los Angeles, really make it big.” He rolls his eyes and scoffs, as if there’s something inherently funny about the dreams he must have cherished for so long.

“Then mom collapsed going down the stairs. Just passed out in the middle of the day. Doctors told us she was sick. Then life became all about treatment plans and monitoring symptoms and getting the money for the medicines and I never left. Got a job here when I was eighteen years old, right before I graduated high school. It’s all I’ve ever known, I guess.”

“And your mother?” Obi-Wan asks, mouth dry and heart all tangled up in itself for this stranger man, for Angel with the hard, sad eyes.

“Died a year and a half ago or so,” Angel says flatly like he’s repeated the words so often in his head that the truth digs no barbs into his flesh. Obi-Wan knows that voice is a lie. How often has he looked in the mirror this past week and told himself, ‘Qui-Gon Jinn is dead’? He can’t imagine a year and a half would make the pain go away.

“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan says seriously, reaching across the table to touch Angel’s hand this time.

Angel shrugs but doesn’t pull away. “Is what it is, I guess,” he says. “I’ve made my peace with it. And the fact that I’ll never leave this godforsaken town.”

“You could,” Obi-Wan points out hesitantly. “You could leave tomorrow.”

For a second, a wild and previously undiscovered part of Obi-Wan wonders what it would be like, if Angel did leave tomorrow--with him. If they got into the same car and headed to Alaska together and Obi-Wan wasn’t alone at the wheel and Angel wasn��t alone in this town. If Obi-Wan could look over at the man in the passenger seat, asleep against the doorway as they crossed into Canada.

Obi-Wan wonders. Obi-Wan aches.

“I could,” Angel says, laughing once. “I guess I could. I guess I just can’t think of a good enough reason to.”

There’s a call of his name from the kitchen, and Angel stands and stretches, checking the time on his watch. “That’ll be your omelette, sir, which is perfect timing considering I’m off shift as of five minutes ago.”

“Thank you then,” Obi-Wan replies, ignoring the pang in his gut at the knowledge he won’t be able to keep talking to him. “It was nice meeting you, Angel.”

Angel’s face grows dark for a second as his jaw clenches. “That’s not my name,” he finally says, scratching at his neck with one hand. “That’s just what they called me when I started working here. Angel, like Los Angeles. Cause I told everyone for weeks this was a temporary thing, you know? I’d be going to California soon as mom got better. Guess they knew better than I did.”

Obi-Wan has never wanted to kidnap a grown man away from a place more, so he hides his hands under the table instead. “Would you tell me your name then?” he asks, wondering if he’s overstepping but needing to know too much to censor himself.

“It’s Anakin,” his waiter says, sticking his hand out, no menu to grab.

Obi-Wan takes it gently, turns it over, and cradles it between both of his hands. “Then it’s nice to meet you, Anakin.”

Maybe, he thinks as he picks at his omelette and watches Anakin shoulder his way through the front doors of the diner before disappearing down the street, maybe he can stay a day in this nowhere town. Just an extra day.

Yes, he thinks, taking a sip of his water. He’ll try the pancakes next.

#asks #my fics #not me writing this and thinking about a roadtrip fic novel length #called the summer of wound picking #where obi-wan does kidnap angel anakin/meets up with him before he goes on shift and he's like 'hey leave with me #lets go to alaska together'#and anakin is just crazy enough to accept #he leaves one of his dogs threepio with a friend #but takes artoo with them because hes littler and better trained #and they just go to alaska on a road trip #because the author really really really is craving a roadtrip to find herself right about now #obikin #wish fulfillment #pay no attention to the author trying to test out writing styles behind the screen #prompt fill

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The Cute Barista

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Word count: 2263

Genre: Pastel cafe?? Jimin being a comforting person :3

Summary: Your favourite barista has moved away and in her place is the ever charming Park Jimin. Can he comfort you just the same?

Warnings: Cringey pick up line (rip but it fit well with the story), stressed and upset reader

After a long day, a trip to the cafe was exactly what she needed. Classes were kicking her ass, what with essays, assignments, and presentations piling up on the daily, not to mention her trying to keep up with work and her own personal life. A calming sit-down, with a nice book, along with her favourite barista, Hwa Young, would surely cheer her up.

Opening the door to the cafe, the smell of brownies and buttercream frosting immediately wafts up her nose. The overall atmosphere of the place, with its pastel pinks walls and baby blue trimming, its bubbly aura due to the dainty display of desserts, large windows, and sweet jazz music instantly calms Y/N after a hectic day.

Walking up to the cash register, she realizes that Hwa Young isn’t at her usual station, neither is she wiping down the tables or serving customers.

She spots a blond boy standing in place of her favourite barista and decides to ask for her whereabouts. “Excuse me, I was wondering where Hwa Young was?”

The boy looks up from the till and gives her a warming grin, cheeks almost covering his eyes. My, he’s really handsome. Handsome, however, was an understatement. His face had an innocent, boyish charm to it, with large, honest eyes, plump lips with a subtle cupid’s bow, and a soft jaw.

“I suppose you’re in the dark about her.” Hearing this, Y/N grows worried and the boy sees this. “Oh don’t worry,” he scrambles, panicking for frightening her, “she just moved to Japan for university. She left just last week.”

She left? Crestfallen, Y/N looks to the ground. Damn, I was really looking forward to seeing her. “Really? It’s just...she has a really comforting aura and it was something I needed right now. I suppose I won’t be getting that ever again, if not ever again.”

Y/N realizes her mistake of oversharing and clasps a hand over her mouth with wide eyes. “Oh god, I’m so sorry. The last thing you need right now is for a stranger telling you her problem.”

The new barista chuckles, “It’s alright, my sister was a big help to a lot of people so I understand.”

“Yeah, she- wait. Sister? She was your sister?” Y/N squeaks out.

“Is, not was. She’s still here with us, just far away. But yeah, after she left I decided to take her place here to help our mom run the cafe.”

“That’s sweet of you…” finding no reason to stay any longer she decides to leave, picking up her wallet from the counter. “Anyways, I’ve got to go, but uhhh, thank you for telling me about your sister. Have a nice day-” she reads the boy’s name tag. “Jimin. I’ll be going now.”

Just as she’s about to turn, Y/N feels a grip on her wrist, disabling her from leaving. Jimin looks at his hold on Y/N and quickly lets go.

“Listen, I know you’re not exactly in the best of moods right now and I know I’m not my sister but please, stay and give yourself a rest.”

She considers his comment for a moment before turning back to him and offering a tight-lipped smile.

“Alright. I’ll have a medium honey latte, please,” she says, offering Jimin money for her order.

Taking the money from her, he gives a mock salute, chest puffing out. “Coming right up, Miss.”

Y/N can’t help but giggle at his gesture, hands going up to cover her smile.

“Yeahhhh! That’s what we like to hear. My goodness, if I knew your smile was this bright, I never would have bothered to change the light bulbs in the chandeliers.” Jimin puts his arms out as if protecting himself from a bright flash and at this, Y/N laughs some more. Giving the barista some more material, he pretends to swoon, resting the back of his on his forehead. “Wow, wow, wow. I might as well just shut off our radio too. Your laugh sounds much nicer.”

Y/N blushes, earning a “cute,” from Jimin but then composes herself. “Call me Y/N, please.”

Nodding, he begins tinkering with the espresso machine. “Y/N, I might not be as comforting as my sister but I’m certainly more charming and cuter than her, aren’t I?” throwing a wink to the girl.

Y/N rolls her eyes and replies, “You guys share half of the same DNA.”

“That’s true but my DNA gave me the upper hand in looks.” Y/N couldn’t deny that. She couldn’t stop staring at his lips, how they formed when he smiles, or the position they were in whenever he pouted whilst concentrating.

“Alright, one medium honey latte for Y/N,” he whoops, placing the porcelain cup before her.

“Thank you so much.” Taking a sip from her drink, she closes her eyes in pure bliss, the warmth of the latte spreading throughout her body.

“How is it? Is it too sweet? I think I might have put too much sweetener in it so-”

“It’s perfect,” Y/N sighs, opening her eyes once more.

He gives a proud smile and pats his head. “Good, I’m glad. I’ll leave you alone now, let you decompress for a while.”

“Thank you for everything… for being so patient and kind. I appreciate it,” Y/N says, gazing out the window.

“A little kindness never anybody. I just hope I made your day somewhat better.”

“You definitely did.”

And with that, Jimin leaves the girl alone, moving on to his own barista duties of washing the dishes, clearing tables, and taking the orders of a few people who wanted a kick of caffeine. It was close to the evening which meant that the cafe was nearly empty, something Y/N found most agreeable as it allowed her to enjoy the soft music playing through the speakers while enjoying her recent read. For about thirty minutes or so, Y/N was enjoying her novel whilst sipping occasionally on her latte, and at that moment, she was finally at peace. Here, she was able to temporarily forget about school, work, and her general stresses in life. All that mattered was her tranquility, the porcelain cup sitting ahead of her, and the cast of characters splayed out in her book. Y/N realizes that her brow had loosened, curing her blistering headache ever since she stepped foot into the shop, especially since she talked to Jimin.

Leaving all her worries aside, Y/N gazes out the window and ponders. Everything is so beautiful right now, what with the snow gently falling and families walking hand in hand, she thought. It’s a shame I can’t fully enjoy life with all my stress plaguing my thoughts. I should just enjoy it while it lasts.

It didn’t last long, that is, only because Jimin came over with a fresh piece of what appeared to be strawberry shortcake. He places the plate in front of Y/N and leaves with a simple, “Bon appetit.”

“Hey wait! I didn’t order this.” she rushes to her feet to return the cake.

Jimin comes back, pushing Y/N by her shoulders so she’d sit back down. “I know you didn’t. But you can’t drink something on an empty stomach,” he urges, nudging the cake towards her and turning back around once again.

With her mouth shaped into an O’, she reaches for her wallet to pay for the dessert but before she can do so, Jimin, with his back towards Y/N, protests, “don’t even think of paying for the cake. It’s on the house.”

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly eat this without paying. Besides, won’t you get in trouble?”

“You can, and you will,” he affirms, now facing Y/N, slinging the rag over his shoulder, adding with, “plus, what’s the worst my mom can do? Not feed me Jjajangmyeon for two weeks? I can survive.”

Warily, Y/N begins to stab the fork into the cake before venturing with a meek, “Are you sure?”

“I’m positive,” he declares, giving her a warm smile that makes her want to eat the cake all the more, wanting to see his smile once more. “Also, I uhhhh,” Jimin stammers, “I wanted to give it to you cuz uhhh...it m-matches your sweater vest,” he declares, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment from his statement.

Confused, Y/N looks down at herself. As per usual, she was in a rush to attend her first lecture of the day and just threw on the first thing her eyes met, which was a pink, strawberry printed sweater vest over a white button-up. Wait. He just gave me a slice of cake because it matched my vest. How much cuter can this guy get? With a blush creeping up her face, she shoved a piece of the cake in her mouth, and in an instant, her tense shoulders dropped, like a weight lifted off of them. The sweetness and acidity of the strawberries coated her tongue but was soon covered by the velvety taste of the buttercream frosting.

“Wow Jimin, this is...absolutely delicious.”

He hums, “I’m glad you think so. I’ll be sure to tell my mom.”

“Yeah, you def- wait. Your mom?” Y/N interjects, mouth full of cake.

Jimin takes a napkin from the dispenser and wipes the frosting from the corner of her mouth and asks, “Did you really think I was the one who made the cake? You overestimate me, my dear friend,” he leans in closer to Y/N, lips frighteningly close to her ear and whispers, “I appreciate the sentiment though.” He pulls back and winks at her, hair falling over his eyes. “I just thought it befitting to feed you something as sweet as yourself.”

Shocked at his boldness, Y/N goes back to eating her cake, not quite sure how to respond to him, especially since she was turning redder and redder by the second and it feels like her tongue had been swallowed.

“Cute,” Jimin chuckles, going back to washing the dishes.

By the time Y/N finished eating, the sun had set and it was closing time, leaving only Jimin and Y/N to be the only two in the shop. She looked at the time and her eyes nearly bulged out of her head. “Oh god, I’ve got to get going. I’ve got to wake up early tomorrow.”

Y/N scrambles to gather her items in her bag, her book, her phone, her wallet and is about to zoom out the door before she hears Jimin calling her name.

“Y/N hold up! You forgot something.” Bewildered, lets go of her hold on the door handle, and looks to the boy.

“Come here,” he beckons for Y/N to come closer.

Walking closer to the counter, Y/N has her hand reached out for him to place whatever it is she left behind. Jimin, placing something unbelievably small in her palm, smiles bright, cheeks overcoming his eyes. She looks down and sees a single Hershey’s chocolate kiss. Y/N looks back to Jimin for an explanation and what he says next throws her off completely.

“Hershey factories make millions of kisses a day, but I’m asking for only one...perhaps after our first date?”

Y/N is silent for a few beats as she registers his cheesy pickup line. Jimin, panicking, quickly regrets his words and goes to take back the kiss but is stopped when Y/N doubles over, shoulders shaking.

Concerned, the barista walks around the counter and puts his arms around Y/N, scared that he triggered what he thought were waterworks. “Y/N...I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you!” But then he hears laughter, belly-aching laughter, one that Jimin wants to hear all the time.

For a good minute, Y/N is hunched over, cackling while Jimin lets out small giggles but then ceases her laughter, wiping her tears away, and looks towards Jimin. “Wow, thank you for making me laugh like that. I haven’t done that for so long.”

Jimin frowns, “I’m happy I made you laugh but are you laughing at me or with me?”

“With you, I’d never laugh at you, especially since you made me feel so much better today,” Y/N replies.

“Oh thank God,” he lets out a deep sigh of relief. “So about that date...would you like to go out with me? I know it’s weird since we just met today but I heard a lot about you from Hwa Young and-and I always wanted to see what you were like. Our paths crossed and I didn’t want to give this moment up.”

Y/N considered how much of an impact he had on her in just one day and thought what it would be like being with him every day. She knew she’d feel tremendously better. As of now, she’s felt more comfortable than she had for a long while. Being around him reminded her of all the beautiful things she’s failed to notice and allowed her to feel like herself once more. If being around him felt like this, she never wanted it to end. His presence comforted Y/N and made her feel right at home. She definitely wasn’t going to turn him down.

“I’d love nothing more than to go out with you. But you better not break that promise of a kiss.”

Brushing a small strand of hair behind Y/N’s ear, he replies with, “Oh, I promise.”

#park jimin #jimin #jimin x reader #bts #bts jimin #bts au #bts fluff #bts imagines #bts fanfic #jimin fluff #jimin fanfic #jimin au #bts scenarios #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan

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alolowrites · 4 years

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Small Competition

Summary: Your boyfriend encounters a young boy who has a puppy crush on you.

Author’s Note: Here’s a little drabble to celebrate my 200 followers milestone. This is just one part of it; the other part is sending requests for the Hero Camp Bingo event! Please click here for more information! Just a heads up, it is a BNHA x F!Reader drabble.

Enjoy!

Bakugou

The trees slouch in odd yoga positions. One bird roasts midair. A kid’s sneaker melts onto the sizzling pavement, and she looks confused. Summer is not showing any mercy as it ravages Japan with its unbearable heat and humidity.

If you can’t beat the heat, then you best believe you’ll avoid it.

That is why you’re currently in a lovely ice cream shop instead of suffering outside in the pits of hell. Your table sits in a private corner, the glass window offering a perfect view of the bubbling streets. Someone cracks an egg onto the pan and scrambles it around.

You shrug. You’ve seen weirder things.

“Mmmh!” The creamy goodness blesses your taste buds. “Yup, this ice cream was exactly what I needed.”

Bakugou snorts, “That shit better be good after you dragged me over here, Xena.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Someone screams your name. You turn around to see a familiar face and smile, “Naoyuki! Is that you?”

A boy, no older than ten years old, dashes to your table. Bakugou takes a bite from his soft serve and eyes the kid. Nothing too suspicious until he hugs you and holds your hands far too long for Bakugou’s liking. He obnoxiously clears his throat.

“Oh, Katsuki, this is Naoyuki!” Innocent eyes twinkle at Bakugou. “We’re neighbors, and sometimes I babysat for him before moving into the dorms. Naoyuki, this is my boyfriend, Katsuki. Don’t mind the mean look—he won’t bite.”

The mean look never disappears.

You pat the boy’s head. “Listen, I’m going to buy some water. Why don’t you wait here until I get back.”

“Okay!” The moment you leave, Naoyuki’s head snaps at Bakugou. His doe-like eyes turn into cold steel. Without blinking, his lean body slips onto the empty seat. Two hands cooly slide on the metal table. He’s like a businessman getting ready to negotiate a strict contract. Unsurprisingly, the boy cuts to the chase.

“Stay away from her; she’s mine.”

Bakugou’s nostrils flare. “You got some nerve, brat.”

“I saw her first!”

“The fuck does that have to do with anything?” Bakugou slams a fist on the table, and the entire floor shakes. “I’m her boyfriend, so deal with it. Look for someone your age, dumbass!”

An intense staring contest commences. You are oblivious to the thick tension clogging the air vents. Bakugou immediately senses you and yanks your arm. Falling on his lap, you feel his arm cage you against him. Not once did he break his gaze from Naoyuki, who is fuming. His entire face brightens up like a red hot chili pepper.

Try me, fucker, Bakugou gloats with a smug expression.

Shinsou

Flowers bloom under the mighty sun.

The weather is perfect—not too hot, not too cold. Even Ms. Goldilocks would approve of this beautiful spring afternoon. You and Shinsou stroll through the park hand in hand until a large tree emerges from the distance. The green leaves dance above your heads as you two eat in peace. Half an hour later, you find yourself curled up against a sleepy Shinsou.

A cheery voice distracts you from your reading.

“Naoyuki, is that you?” Shinsou hears the grass rustle and peeks at the newcomer. He stays quiet when you give the boy a quick hug. “You’ve gotten taller! Sorry for not visiting too often; school is such a pain.”

“I haven’t hit my growth spurt yet,” he chirps. “Sadly, I don’t see you a lot, but you go to U.A., which is so cool! Also, who’s your friend?”

Shinsou is wide awake now. The kid gives him a weird vibe.

“Oh, this is Hitoshi, my boyfriend.” Naoyuki’s cheerful face twitches; Shinsou notices before the boy regains his composure. “We both go to U.A.”

“I remember him from the Sports Festival.”

An ice cream cart pulls into the park. Feeling in the mood for a sweet treat, you ask if anyone wanted a popsicle stick. Naoyuki requests a cherry flavor while Shinosu shakes his head. Once out of earshot, the boy’s hostility breaks through his friendly façade.

“Break up with her.”

Shinsou blinks. “What?”

“You heard me.” Naoyuki puffs out his chest in a bravado fashion. Shinsou chuckles and leans back against the tree trunk. “I’m serious! I saw her first, and you stole her from me!”

“Listen, kid,” Shinsou yawns. “It’s adorable that you have a puppy crush, but we’re not breaking up any time soon.”

“I’m not leaving until you do!”

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

“No, I don’t—” A daze expression falls across Naoyuki’s face. His eyes are gray, and his mouth hangs wide open. A little drool rolls down his chin. Shinsou nonchalantly scratches the back of his neck.

“I want you to go home.”

Naoyuki is an obedient soldier; he numbly turns around and staggers away. Shinsou sighs as he watches the annoying flea disappear behind the green hills. You bounce back with two popsicles in hand. Your eyes search for Naoyuki and pout, “Where did he go?”

“His friends stopped by.” Shinsou rubs his eye. “They asked if he wanted to play. Kid said ‘yeah’ and left.”

“Aww…he forget his popsicle.” You lower yourself on the blanket. “Do you want it?”

Shinsou shrugs. “Might as well.”

He reaches over to grab the treat. You snuggle beside him and happily enjoy the sweet popsicle. Shinsou drapes his arm over your shoulders as he replays the conversation in his head…

…and a tiny smirk curls on his lips.

Kaminari

Loud music blares through the speakers scattered around the room. You adjust the laser tag vest and make sure everything is working correctly. For weeks Kaminari suggested doing something fun with the rest of the gang. His idea of fun is holding a friendly game of laser tag.

“Self-care, guys!” He chimes and ultimately wins everyone over. Yes, even Bakugou, after Sero gaslights him by saying he’ll be the first one out. In typical fashion, Bakugou yells he’ll go and beat all their asses. Outside the game room, Bakugou glares at the tape dispenser.

“I’m taking you down.”

“We’re on the same team, bro!”

You snicker at the interaction. Kaminari stands beside you and opens his mouth to say something when a little boy’s voice interrupts him. His smile brightens when you wave.

“Hey, Naoyuki! What are you doing here?”

“My friend’s older cousin invited me for some laser tag,” he pipes and shows off his gear. “We’re waiting for Game Room 2 to be ready.”

“No way!” A thumb jerks over your shoulder. “My friends and I are playing in Game Room 2 also. Guess you’re on the other team.”

Kaminari slings his arm around you. “Let’s hope you guys know how to duck and cover. We got a ticking time bomb on our team.”

You slap his chest. “Ignore him, Naoyuki. He’s kidding.”

Kaminari sends a lopsided grin, and the boy politely laughs. However, his fake smile falters when the arm does not let go of you. The closeness bothers him. “Who’s your friend?”

“Oh, this is Denki, my boyfriend,” you clarify; Kaminari beams like a happy puppy—he’ll never get tired of you saying that. Suddenly you remember something. “Damn, I forgot my blaster doesn’t work. Let me go change it real quick before the match starts!”

As you sprint away, Naoyuki marches forward, which takes Kaminari by surprise. He arches an eyebrow at the pudgy finger angrily shaking below him. Usually, Kaminari is excellent with kids; they love him! Except for Naoyuki, whose menacing face almost puts Bakugou’s to shame.

“Uhhh, you okay there, buddy?”

“She belongs with me.”

The words take a moment to sink in Kaminari’s head. Soon, the teenager laughs as if Naoyuki told a hilarious joke. He wipes his imaginary tears away and slowly realizes that the boy is serious. Kaminari awkwardly coughs into the tense air.

“Ummm…you do know she’s too old for you, kiddo.”

“Like that will stop me,” Naoyuki snorts. A sweat-drop rolls down Kaminari’s forehead. Seconds later, another finger points at the stunned teen. “Let’s make a deal: if you win, she’s all yours. But if I win, then you two break up.”

“Fine,” Kaminari agrees and places his hand on Naoyuki’s shoulder. The boy jumps when he feels a tiny zap—an alarm rings. Naoyuki frantically pats his vest and panics as his sensors malfunction.

“What did you do?!”

“Sorry, bro. All is fair in love and war!”

And man, Kaminari is here to win this war.

Thank you for reading! My first story for the Hero Camp Bingo event will be uploaded this weekend!! Stay tune for that!

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lcs-library · 3 years

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“I’m here, don’t worry.” An Axel x reader platonic oneshot!

Summary/preview: "Hey, are you okay?" The flame haired boy asked, crouching down to your level, wondering why you were in so much pain. "I'm fine, I just..." A cute platonic oneshot where Axel/Lea comforts a reader on their period!

Tags/notes: Kingdom hearts, AFAB! Reader(pronouns are gn), sfw, axel x reader, uhhh this fic was my first x reader so it’s probably not v good you’ve been warned, slight blood mention but it’s never directly said

You woke up in your bed in Twilight Town, just barely missing the sunrise. You stretched, trying to get the little knots out of you back from your wacky sleeping position, only to look down at your sheets and sigh.

Seriously?! And I was really excited for today too! It was only then did you realize the crippling pain in your lower abdomen. Why was I created this way...

You stood up nonetheless, and prepped for your full day of training with Merlin and your friend Lea.

You had been training for a while, still trying to earn the title of keyblade weilder. Lea had already earned that title, and he was training to be a master at this point, but you still were working with him.

There was another person in your group too. Her name was Kairi, but she wasn’t there often. She was mostly in Radiant Garden, sleeping, trying to bring back her old friend.

You didn’t know him that well, but you were rooting for her to find him. You finished getting dressed and walked out the door.

It seemed like every step you took was either pain or a random squirt in your pants. “Ow, ow, ow...” you muttered to yourself on the way out of the neighborhood and over to the main part of the city to go to the bistro to meet Merlin and Lea.

“Ah, good morning!” You heard from a little ways away. You didn’t even notice you had already made it to the bistro due to your concentration on the pain and suffering.

“O-oh, hi, Merlin!” You replied with a forced smile.

“It’s wonderful to see you! Come, let us start training!” He said, beaming. “Okay!” He took you by the hand, and with a flick of his wrist, you were in the world of greenery and freedom.

You didn’t know exactly what the world was called, though. One time you asked Merlin, but forgot it due to your nature.

You looked around. Even when you were in your personal hell, the beauty of the place never ceased to amaze you. After taking your routine look around, your eyes met with another certain someone’s.

“Heya, Y/N!” The familiar voice rang out.

“Hello!” You sang, still forcing that smile of yours.

“Alright then,” Merlin said promptly, “I have a small errand to do seeing as I am helping in the search for Sora, so I will be leaving you two alone today. All I expect from you two is to spar and practice summoning your keyblade. Now then,” he turned around, “I will be leaving now.” And with that, Merlin disappeared and left the world.

You never knew how he did it without a dark corridor or a keyblade. Maybe it was some sort of teleportation magic? You never decided to dwell on it.

“Well, are ya ready for a little training?” He said, summoning his keyblade, taking his usual fighting stance.

“Oh, you’re on!” You replied, summoning your keyblade as well, although your form was off, and your stance was a little wonky.

Lea gave out a small chuckle, “Then, let’s fight!”

You decided to make the first move. Despite the pain, you managed to get to his chest with your keyblade in an attempt to win by softly stabbing his chest, to which he dodged. He then decided that it was his turn to make a move, going in for a slice at your abdomen with his keyblade.

You tried your best to dodge, only to have his keyblade come in contact with your side. It wouldn’t usually hurt since you guys played nice, but this time it did so more than it should have.

“Agh!” You cried, almost crumpling to the ground. You bent over yourself, hoping to ease the pain. Lea, being the kind soul he was, rushed over to you, worried as ever.

In a more soft spoken tone, he asked you if you were okay, apologized over and over again, and just rambled all over the place. You told him you were fine, it wasn’t his fault you were hurting.

“What?” He asked in response. “I’m fine, it’s just... that time.” You replied.

“That didn’t help anything.” He proclaimed. “I mean that, um, I’m uncomfortable saying this for some reason, but I’m, er, on my period.” You tried to articulate your words, but they wouldn’t come out quite the way you wanted them to.

You were just angry at yourself. Angry at your body. Angry that you were angry.

You tried to stuff it down, put a smile on your face, but it just wasn’t enough for you to not be afraid of it all spilling out. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone talking.

“I don’t know much about how that works, but if there is anything I can do to help you, I’d be more than happy to do it.” He said to you softly. You looked up at him again, this time with tears in your eyes.

No! Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t- Your thoughts were again interrupted by Lea, although this time it wasn’t his voice, but a simple touch on the arm.

He looked at you with the most reassuring smile, letting you know that it was okay to have your emotions be all over the place (even though he didn’t know the anger you had been feeling throughout the rest of the day), despite the fact that he didn’t know what was going on or why you were starting to cry.

You knew it hurt, but you stood up straight, looking back at him with a small smile and tears running down your face. You felt safe with him.

He didn’t really know why you were crying, but he hugged you anyways. It wasn’t anything tight, but it wasn’t too loose either. Feeling his large arms wrap around you was enough to start the waterworks.

You, in turn, wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him tightly as if to anchor yourself to reality using him. He giggled at this and pulled you closer.

You buried your head in his chest, noticing that your tears had stopped flowing as suddenly as they started. Instead, they were replaced by giggles.

“What’s so funny?” Lea asked you, pulling you out of his chest so he could look you in the eye.

“I don’t really know, actually, I just tend to giggle after I cry. Kinda weird, huh?” You replied.

This time, it was Lea’s turn to laugh. “Yup.” “But,” you started, “I’m really happy you pulled me out of this weird little emotion blur.” You finished with a smile.

Usually after the crying, you would be genuinely happy for the rest of the day, and you were glad that Lea let you cry safely.

“Heh, anytime.” He replied. “Oh.”

“Hm?” You questioned. “Do you wanna get ice cream with me after we’re done here? I know a little place in Twilight Town and we can bring Roxas, Xion, and Isa.”

“I’d love to!” You said ecstatically. You were happy that for the rest of the day, and at least you could smile through the pain.

“Thanks, Lea.” “Call me Axel.” “What?” Where did he get Axel from?

“Got it memorized?” “Um, okay then, Axel.” You smiled up at him once more before letting go of the prolonged hug.

“Now that you’re back up to speed, en grade!” Lea, or now Axel, said playfully, summoning his keyblade.

You giggled. “Prepare to get your butt kicked!”

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redhawtriot · 4 years

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Problem Child (MHA Headcannons)

I work a lot with kids and teens and was literally a teenager a few months ago myself lol, so I know just how much of little shits they can be.

I always see such cute stories and headcanons with fathers and their sweet adorable children/babies, but what happens when they get older and less… adorable?

Well…

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💥Bakugou:

Bakugou’s teenage daughter is probably his carbon copy. The proud attitude and sassy wit would be praised and held on an adorable pedestal when she was a little girl, but when she becomes a teenager, it is not nearly as cute.

“What the hell!? Get out of my room, dad!” She would scream at her father as he barged in her room, “It’s like you never learned how to knock!”

He would instantly get triggered by her loud mouth, “It’s my damn house. I can go wherever I want, whenever I want!” he would scream before something shiny on the corner of her nightstand caught his attention, “What’s that.”

His daughter would immediately scramble to conceal the golden package, “None of your business,” she tucks it in her drawer.

“No! What the fuck was that?!” He has a slight idea of what it might be but he prays to god that he is wrong as he storms over to her dresser and rips it open.

“Dad!” his fifteen year old daughter shrieks as she feebly attempts to slam the drawer back shut-- not caring at all about Bakugou’s fingers, “The fuck’s your problem?!”

Bakugou’s rigid arms would hold the drawer open as his eyes blankly stare at the horror scene in front of him, “W-what are you doing with condoms?!” His eyes are wide.

“Fucking figure it out! God!” His not-so-little girl finally slams the drawer back shut, effectively snapping him out of his daze.

He rips his furious eyes toward her direction, “YOU ARE NEVER LEAVING THIS HOUSE AGAIN, YOU HEAR ME?! GET USED TO THESE WALLS BECAUSE THEY ARE THE ONLY THING YOU’LL SEE FROM NOW ON!”

“The fuck I am!”

His significant other would have to spend the next few hours talking him down from killing every single boy his daughter had ever come into contact with.

He wouldn't be able to look his daughter in the eyes for the following days, but sooner or later he got over his anger and even eventually talked to her about more effective forms of birth control. (God was that a spectacle)

Todoroki:

Probably going to be a super passive parent, especially with his teens. He doesn't want to be overbearing and controlling like his father was.

His teens might learn to take advantage of this. I could see his kids going to him if the other parent says no to something. This would probably lead to a lot of confusion within the Todoroki household. Lol

He isn't a complete idiot though, he would get wiser to his teenager’s antics and eventually put his foot down.

Or... at least attempt too.

He would probably be a huge softy for his kids and end up giving in to them regardless.

Izuku:

He would for sure be a helicopter parent. It would be touching and adorable for him to cry when his son leaves for his first day of Elementary school, but it would be less cute when he is a whole ass teenager and he still wants to drop by his middle school to “check in on him.”

“Dude… is that your dad. Again?” one of his son’s classmates would point out to him as he gawked at the hoard of paparazzi in school’s front entrance.

“Please, god no,” Izuku’s son would cower into his arms at his desk.

However, he knew that he would have to confront his father sooner or later, “Dad! What are you doing here?”

“You left your applesauce on the kitchen counter this morning, I just thought I‘d stop by and bring it to you while I was on patrol today, son.”

Fucking applesauce!?!

The younger Midoriya would have to fight the urge to face-palm, opting for a heavy sigh instead, “I’m not five years old! I don’t need my dad to drop off snacks for me!”

The sudden outburst would slightly wound the fragile father, “Y-you’re right…” Izuku would immediately understand the new boundary and respect it, “Sorry son, I-I’ll just go then,” he would still hand the sauce over to his son.

As he turns to leave his son would feel a pulse of guilt, “Wait… Thank you… Just stop breathing down my neck so much, okay?”

“Alright!” The apology would fill the father would a sense of vigor. He would turn back around to leave on a much happier not until--

“Oh, wait!” Izuku almost forgot something! “I LOVE YOU, SON!” he shouts from across the courtyard.

Giggles from the other kids could be heard as his son ducks shamefully into himself, “L-love you too…dad...” the boy’s face falls into a deep shade of red as people stare at him.

Shinsou:

He would never mind control his children, but he would be lying if he said that it wasn’t tempting every now and then.

He would probably be the type of person that prefers smaller children to teenagers for some reason. As the feeling of being needed diminishes and his children grow more and more independent, he would begin feeling a little left out of their everyday lives.

He would for sure be the type of person that tries to hang onto his children's childhoods for as long as he can. The first time that his kids go out “without” parental supervision to like the mall or movies, or something, he would secretly tag along.

He would leave after he felt comfortable enough.

Holy shit! If he got caught though?

His kids would probably never let him hear the end of it. I feel like he would be very embarrassed because everyone would would be able to see that he did it for him and not for his kids lol.

“Awh, dad you just want us to stay little forever, don’t you?”

“I was just trying to make sure that you guys would be okay,” he would immediately retort, as if the speed of his response could cover his obvious lying.

“Apparently we weren't the ones needing to be checked up on! You okay?”

He really wasn’t okay.

Why do kids have to grow up so fast?!

Kirishima:

Will be very straight up and direct with his children. He will always tell them when they are not being their best selves.

Even though he is probably the most supportive guy in the world, his son will still probably hide things from him because his overwhelming positivity and wish to better himself and others can be.. well... a bit much.

“LET”S GO GET SOME REPS IN!” Kiri would burst into his 16 year old son’s room, but finds that he is on the phone with someone, “Who’s that on the phone?”

The boy would immediately hang up the phone and stare wide-eyes at his father, “Uhhh... grandma?” he obviously lies.

“Huh. But your grandma is in a different time zone... it’s 3 am for her...” Kirishima would bait his son to tell the truth.

Knowing that he had been caught and that there was no backing out, he would reluctantly tell the truth, “It’s... my boyfriend.”

“BOYFRIEND?! Why didn’t you tell me you were seeing someone, son?? Have em over tonight! I’d love to meet him! I bet he’s great! Does your mother know?! I’ll call her as soon as I can and let her know the great news--”

“No, no, no! Stop!” the young boy would frantically interrupt, “Uh, Thanks... but h-he’s not coming over, could you... get out of my room please?”

Kirishima would turn a little red at the realization that he had gone a little off of the deep end, “Oh... okay... Sorry for that,” he would nervously laugh as he backed out of the room, “I guess I did get a little ahead of myself, huh?”

“Yeah...” His son would purse his lips as the two made awkward, prolonged, eye contact.

“Okay.... Well, you want the door open or shut?”

“Shut would be fine,”

“Alright,” Kiri would begin shutting the door only to stick his head on one more time,“Love ya.” he would softly speak into the room.

“Bye...” as soon as the door is shut his son flops tiredly onto his bed.

Kaminari:

He would always be a teenage boy at heart so him and his kids would actually get a long very well—maybe too well.

He would catch his children trying to sneak out of the house and set up little boobie traps for them outside of the window they sneak out of. He would never tell his s/o about them sneaking out because, hey, if they avoided his boobie traps, they probably deserved it!

When his kids were caught they usually wouldn’t even want to go out anymore as they were typically covered in syrup, or blasted with paint-balls, or soaking wet with tomato sauce or some other random thing.

Every now and then, when his kids would successfully pass a boobie trap, however, he would up his game.

This leads to the game always evolving.

His kids respect the hell out of him, because they love him so much, but this little game they have going with him is too fun to give up!

Iida:

He had always been told that he was a bit overbearing, and would wanna correct that about himself before he had children.

Iida would be the type of father that would read up on parenting magazines, so he wouldn’t be too authoritarian and would like for his kids to make the right decisions on their own… but damn was it hard for him to just sit back and watch.

He would be walking by, when the sight of his daughter relaxing on the living room on her phone would catch his attention. She has a series of textbooks sprawled out in front of her, but is paying them no mind. “Sweetheart? Shouldn’t you be studying right now?”

“Yeah, probably. I’ll get on it in a minute…” she would absentmindedly reply as her eyes stayed glued onto her phone.

“Okay…” he would reply as he continued doing whatever it was he was doing before he got distracted; however when he passed by the living room again, he noticed that his daughter was still in the same position that he had left her in, “Ahem!”

The young girl knew well what this meant as she looked up to acknowledge Iida, “Yes, father?”

“There’s no time like the present, you know,” he reminded her.

“Thanks… I’ll remember that,” even though she knew exactly what he had been trying to imply, she looked back to her phone in a small bout of rebellion.

This would be the last straw for Iida, “I know that you are a fine student and all; however, I just think that you should—”

“FINE,” she would loudly sigh as she throws her phone to away to the couch, I’ll do my homework right now!”

“That’s my girl!”

“Of course,” she would smile back with just a hint of resentment.

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