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eilidh-eternal · 4 months

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Captain Price smut? Yeahhhh, Captain Price smut.

Real estate agent reader who’s showing John Price flats in London, but the only thing he cares about are all the surfaces he can fuck you on.

“This unit is just under 100 square meters, but it has the open floor plan you requested, and the kitchen has recently been remodeled; all new cabinetry, appliances and gorgeous Calcutta marble countertops. It’s an entertainers dream.”

John won’t be doing much entertaining but he thinks you’re an exquisite show spread out on those countertops you love so much, skirt hiked up around your hips and lacy thong between his teeth as he nips and teases the sensitive juncture of your hip and thigh. The scrape of his beard against your thighs only causes you to spread them wider for him, already burning, and before you can protest—complain that you’d just bought those—he’s tearing the flimsy lace from your body and growling at the sight of your glistening cunt.

“Christ sweetheart, just look at ya. Been drippin’ since we walked through the door.”

The first card of his tongue through your folds is long and languid, and the way he moans at the first taste of you is something purely primal, born of raw desire and burning need. Hands made rough by years of hard work snake beneath your thighs, seeking purchase at your hips to knead at their plush and soft skin. He pins them to the counter when he dips into your entrance and you clench around him, a moan of his own echoing yours, vibrating against the throbbing bundle of nerves pressed against his nose.

You clap a hand over your mouth to muffle what would have been a scream when he takes your puffy clit between his teeth, flicks the tip of his tongue over it until your thighs are quivering against him. You could scream when he pulls away from you, leaves you dangling from that razor thin edge to pull himself up, to brace his arms on either side of your head and pull your hand away from your face.

“No more of that, doll. Need t’ hear ya. Gotta know how thin these walls are. Don’t want any neighbors reporting us for violating the noise ordinance.” With his orders given he returns to his position between your thighs, not wasting a moment as he hooks his arms under you and drags you to the very edge of the counter to throw your legs over his shoulders and continue with his meal.

You grip the edge of the counter with such force you worry it might crack, that it might crumble in your hands just as you are in his. Every searing pass of his tongue, nip of his teeth and bristle of his beard coaxes you back towards that ledge, and every moan and gasp you give him is rewarded with a growl that reverberates from his chest and straight to your clit, sending hot sparks of pleasure licking on your arching spine.

Watching you unravel before him is John’s second favorite part of the tour, tasting your spilled essence as you writhe and clamp your thighs around his head when you cum on his tongue. Second only to the way you feel wrapped around him, the way your brows slope upwards and your mouth makes that perfect little ‘o’ when he sheathes himself to the hilt inside you.

“F-fuck, ‘s too much… I can’t-”

“You can,” he grunts with a pointed thrust, and you whine at the fullness, the stretch of his thick cock and the press of the flared tip against your cervix. “You can take it, honey. Just keep those pretty eyes on me yeah?” You focus on his face, concentrate on the lines between his brows. “Good girl.”

He sets a steady pace, one hand pressing your knee up beside your face and with the other he braces himself on the counter, bent over you to watch your eyes flutter with every drag of his cock in and out of you.

“Fuck sweetheart… ya feel fuckin’ perfect. ‘S like you were made for my cock.” It’s too much, too intense staring up into the swirling depths of ocean blue eyes when he says things like that, and you look away before you drown in them and all of his pretty words.

But John is like a rip tide; calm and collected on the surface, but swift and brutal below. He halts his movements abruptly, grips your face, thumb and forefinger pressing into your cheeks, and forces your gaze back to his. “Did I say you could look away?” A beat of silence and he cocks an impatient brow.

“No…” you squeak.

“What were my instructions?”

“Eyes on you.” It’s less whiny but it still comes out small and breathy.

“That’s right, eyes on me. Gotta be able to see ya so I can take care of ya. Gotta know it feels good, that I’m not hurtin’ ya. Understand?” You nod weakly, but his brows remain furrowed, mouth set in a hard line, and he doesn’t move.

“Y-yes sir.”

“Good girl,” he hums in approval and removes his hand from your face, drags it down the length of your body as his hips begin to roll forward again, following the valley of your breasts down to your navel, your messily bunched up skirt, and presses his thumb to your clit, tracing slow circles around it. It doesn’t take long for him to find his rhythm again, faster this time, each stroke pushing him further and further towards that simmering pool of pleasure as your silken walls begin to flutter around him.

You can feel your own orgasm building, the velvety head of his cock brushing against pleasure centers deep inside of you and his thumb working your clit to fan the flames of your lust and desire into a blazing inferno. Hot tendrils of pleasure lick up your spine, arching you into him and rocking your hips against his as you mewl and whine, desperate for your release and to ease the growing heat within your veins.

“Close… fuck, I’m close-” you can barely manage, and he shushes you sweetly.

“I know sweetheart, can feel ya- fuck… clenching around me,” he says between panting breaths. “Wanna feel ya… milkin’ me. Be a good girl… and cum for me.”

He’s relentless in his mission to see you, to feel you, cumming on his cock, hips slamming into yours at a brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin mingling with each of your breathy moans in the sweetest symphony he’s ever heard. And it’s hard, so, so hard to keep your eyes open, to keep them trained on him when he’s fucking you like a man utterly consumed by the desire to see you shatter beneath him.

You don’t hold back, don’t bother trying to quiet the scream that rips from your throat when he sends you careening over that edge, falling, falling, falling into a warm, blissful oblivion. Every muscle in your abdomen pulls taught, pussy clamping down on him as your orgasm tears through you like a wildfire through a parched forest, and he chases his own release with the same rabid intensity, grunting and panting above you with wild thrusts of his hips. A raging storm of intensity that finally breaks when his balls tighten and he spills inside of you, hips stuttering with a guttural moan that rumbles like thunder in his chest.

You stay like that for a long moment, your arms limp beside you, legs quivering against cool marble with his face tucked into the side of your neck and breathing raggedly. When he finally withdraws you whimper at the loss of him, the absence of his warmth and the fullness he gave now leaves you empty and leaking your combined essence, dripping down your thighs onto the obscenely expensive counter. You open your mouth to say something, try to move back to your feet before you make a further mess, but he silences you with his tongue, lapping at your entrance to taste both of you, and the only sound that comes out is an overstimulated whine.

“I know, I know…” he murmurs into your dripping cunt. “But we’ve gotta get ya cleaned up.”

You. Not the counters—you.

When he finally deems you ‘clean’ enough, he helps you down from the counter, makes sure you’re steady on your feet before you even try putting those ridiculous heels back on. And when you leave he tucks the ruined lace of your underwear into his pocket and guides you out of the flat with a firm hand on the small of your back, all the way to your car, and insists on opening the door for you.

Before you can seat yourself he tightens his hold on you and drops down to place a kiss on your cheek, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he whispers, “I’ll see you next week for that showing, sweetheart. Be good for me until then.”

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cursingtoji · 1 year

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Big Boy Toji, dad!toji, non-muscular body appreciation, toji calls reader mama

40 something year old Toji who doesn’t have the carved abs he used to have in his twenties

now he has a belly, soft and huggable

his kids favourite thing is sleeping on top of him, he’s warm and comfortable

he doesn’t care about shaving every other day anymore

going a few days and maybe a week with a stubble

he will definitely shave if you ask tho

but it’s just very fun to watch you squirm when his thick facial hair tickles your skin as he kisses your neck

in his younger year he used to shave his chest and abdomen too cause he thought women liked it better that way

he doesn’t care about it anymore either, you like his chest hair and he’s quite aware about how your eyes drift down his happy trail when he’s shirtless he lives for it

his chest is hard when he flex but still soft enough to be your favourite pillow during the night

he’s not any less hot either

his arms are still muscular, maybe even bigger than before due to the long hours he spends on your house remodelling lifting all sorts of heavy material for you to have your dream home (and him saving as much money as possible)

sometimes you catch him looking at himself for a bit too long in the mirror after shower, he rubs his soft belly and grabs his sides

you don’t want to make him self aware so you carefully snicker behind him, wrapping your arms around his soft torso and kissing his shoulder blades

“come on daddy, why don’t you put those guns to a good use” you whisper on your tiptoes running a hand on his arm

“sure thing, mama” he picks you up so easily it never fails to amaze you how strong he is after all those years

sometimes he’ll carry a seven year old megumi (which’s already too heavy for you) in his bicep while doing other things around the house like he’s nothing

the extra weight he gained over the years shows up especially when he uses his old sweat pants, he doesn’t seem to realize how it hugs his ass so perfectly

he also doesn’t understand why his crotch feels so tight so he keeps pulling the material of his pants

“doll did you put those in the dryer? i think it has shrunken” he says looking down while you sip your coffee paying good attention to his perfect butt

his thighs are not immune to his growth either, they are not as muscular as they were when he used to workout but oh boy you can spend a ridiculous amount of time starting at them when he sits down, legs spread in his old basketball shorts

when he brings his friends over for a barbecue in his yard you bet he’s gonna pull you to sit on his lap at some point (or several) during the day

there’s no better feeling for him then sipping his cold beer while rubbing his loved one legs and watching his kids playing at the playground he build himself

#when i’m bored i think about the life i wanted toji to have #this is not a toji smut #this is a toji dad bod appreciation post #toji x reader #toji x y/n #jjk toji #jjk x reader #toji headcanons #jjk headcanons

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holylulusworld · 10 months

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Big girls don't cry - Prologue

Summary: You are no stranger to heartbreak.

Pairing: CEO!Steve Rogers x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: angst, strong reader, mentions of former heartbreak, fluff

Rating: Teen

Square 4 filled for @marvelfluffbingo (expired): Pillow forts

Square 10 filled for @warmandfluffybingocards: Build a pillow fort

Big girls don’t cry masterlist

The first time a boy broke your heart was at the age of six.

He only played with you to get free cupcakes and cookies at one of your grandmother’s bakeries.

You caught him kissing another girl’s cheek. He just shrugged and said that you are chubby and scare him.

You shrugged, called him out, and shoved him. That little shit landed on his ass, in a puddle. His pants were soaked, and he ran home, crying like a baby.

The second time a boy broke your heart was harder.

You were twelve and he was your first crush. He liked hanging out with you and gave you your first kiss.

But when your classmates asked if you are his girlfriend, he said you’re just the fat girl helping him with his homework. Not even a friend.

This time, you shoved the bastard against a wall, sized him up, and called him a dipshit. Before you walked away like a queen, not a girl with a broken heart.

You didn’t cry. Not in front of him or your nosy classmates. The first teardrop fell the moment the door of your room closed behind you. You called in sick and built a pillow fort to hide from the world.

The next time a boy broke your heart you were prepared. You knew something was wrong when he started to text you less. One of his dick head friends made a stupid comment and the next moment your boyfriend decided you are not the girl he wants to take to prom.

You kicked his balls, making him cry. And later, you remodeled his car with a baseball bat when you caught him in the backseat with some other girl.

People said you should try anger management. You said people should stop judging others by their size and cheating on their partners.

After that, you stayed on your own for a while. No man got the chance to break your heart until you met a blue-eyed hunk sweeping you off of you your feet. Literally.

He ran you over on his way to a meeting. Steven Grant Rogers. Your hero in an expensive suit wanted to pick you up.

He didn’t care that you told him you’re too heavy or, that you can get back up on your own. Steve insisted on helping you up and carrying you toward the nearby bench. You protested but he canceled his meeting and invited you for dinner to make things up to you.

That’s how you ended with a broken heart yet again.

Now, ...

“Baby doll, I gotta go,” Steve whispered in your ear. He pressed a soft kiss to your ear shell as you wrapped your arms around him. “I’ll be back in a week and have all the time in the world for my girl.”

“It’s alright,” you mumbled. “Dad wants me to check on the newest store. The baker is not good.” You sighed. “If only I wasn’t the best baker in town.”

“In the state.”

“Last time you said in the world.” You lifted your head to look at Steve. “Did you find a better baker yet?”

He grinned. “Of course not, baby doll.” Steve hastily said. “I’m not much of a cake eater, but I love your cookies, cupcakes, and muffins.”

“I hope you don’t compliment my food to get me in your bed, Sir,” you joked. “You know, I’m not the kind of girl to forgive you if you insult my cake!”

“I know how to make things up to my girl,” he purred in your ear. “I’ll be so good to you when I’m back from my business trip. I promise to have more time for you from now on. I just need to…”

“Take over another company?” you teased. “You’re like a vampire, sucking an already weak victim dry.”

“That’s not how we do business. You know that.”

“Steve, you and your partners buy companies and fire people all the time.”

“I save companies in trouble.”

“Let’s not fight,” you stopped the discussion before it got out of hand. You don’t like Steve’s job, or the fact that he buys companies that are in trouble. “We have different opinions about this, but you’re a good man, and I know you only fire people to save the company.”

“Come here.” Steve wrapped his arms around you to grope your plump ass. “That’s my girl.” He purred. “I can’t wait to come back to you.”

>> Part 1

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#steve rogers x plus size reader #steve rogers fanfiction #warmandfluffybingo #steve rogers x you #ceo!steve rogers #ceo!steve rogers x you #plussized reader

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hometoursandotherstuff · 1 month

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I was admiring the paint on this 1910 home in Postville, Iowa when I noticed the price. It's a 5bd, 4ba, for-sale-by-owner, and it's only $150K. Look at how cute it is.

The enclosed porch has a slate tile floor and fresh paint.

The door opens to a typically Victorian side hall. It needs a little polish, but we see that it's original. It could be fixed up to be a real doll house.

Not sure that the bench would convey, but it would be nice if it did.

There's some lovely woodwork plus a fireplace.

The sitting room is surprisingly roomy- if it fits a piano, it's big.

Thru the sitting room is a dining room (since the owner took the photos himself, a lot of detail is missing).

The kitchen looks freshly redone and there are a lot of original features, as well the original footprint.

I don't know what he's showing here, but that little door. I'm not sure what it is.

This must be a newly done family room with a cozy wood stove.

This would be the primary bedroom.

A bath that's very vintage- lots of potential.

Two cute bedrooms.

And, this is a remodeled bath. Looks like a DIY, but useable.

In this photo it looks like the owner is showing the original floor and columns.

There's a nice garage.

Covered deck on the back. The yard is snow-covered, but the lot is .45 acre.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/240-S-Maple-St-Postville-IA-52162/122579358_zpid/

#old houses #houses #house tours #home tour #homes under $200K #homes under $400K

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flame-resistant · 9 months

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This was from my AO3 account, I will try to post on both accounts🧡

Content: Sometimes even villains need a bath time

It was a hassle, he fought you the entire time, threats of burning your apartment down if you so touched him falling out like venom from his lips. You were used to his threats and his hard glares though, not fazed by his strong diversion from physical touch. It was understandable, from what he told you about his past. Though today was not a day to be understanding, rather he needed this.

Dragging the adult male into the bathroom, you took brisk movements to lock the door so he wouldn’t escape, a glare was your only response as you looked back at your lover. After the few years, you knew him, this might have been the lowest he was in. Covered in soot and blood from his past battle with a few ambitious heroes, he looked more like the homeless man you encounter so long ago. A grunt and raised brow was his reply as he watched your eyes evaluate him, seeming displeased by your judgemental gaze.

“I know I’m handsome, doll, but you don’t gotta stare that hard. Might hurt my fragile ego.” A sarcastic reply to cover up his feeling of embarrassment, only becoming glaringly obvious when you walked away to turn the faucet of the tub on.

“Get undressed.” It wasn’t a suggestion, and he knew you well enough to know you were serious. He wanted to chide back a smart remark, but it would only annoy you. Though he didn’t mind seeing that fire in your eyes. Letting out an exasperated sigh, he did as he was told. He really did it this time, some of the surgical staples were loose, showing just a glimpse of the burnt skin underneath. Worry crossed your features once you noticed the irritated skin, would a bath be okay?

“I’m fine, let’s just get it over with.” As if reading your mind, he only eyed you from the side, a look that told you not to look down on him. He was strong after all, a little soap was the least of his concerns.

Shoving you to the side, the man stepped in, the warm water causing him to hiss a bit. You were quick to his side, a glare shot your way, once more reminding you to not treat him so weakly. A thought rushed in his head, the things he did for you, thank god you were good-looking. He crouched down slowly, letting his body get accustomed to the water. A bored expression graced his tired features as his turquoise hues fell on you. “Happy?”

Well, it wasn’t exactly how you pictured it, but you wouldn’t complain. Grabbing a washcloth, you lathered it up with soap, the villain only watching in mild interest, a hint of sarcasm on his tongue. “You gonna wash me up too? Wow, I hit the jackpot.”

“Don’t be pissed just because you got dirty, jerk.”

“Yeah, well you reap what you sow, I suppose.”

The washcloth touched the skin gently, still causing discomfort on his features as you went to work. It was unknown if it was from the soap on his skin or just the touch alone. Eyes looking anywhere but you at the moment, a wave of vulnerability hitting him as you washed his blackened skin. Silence crept through the walls, the only sound being the water splashing about as you cleaned the rag. A soft sigh escaped his chapped lips, turquoise eyes finally turning to watch you clean the washcloth, listening to you make a “tsk” with your tongue over the water blackening.

“It ain’t that bad, is it? I’ve seen worse.”

His smart reply left you to chuckle dryly, eyeing him with a sharp look as he grinned, knowing he got under your skin. It was probably his favorite pastime, watching you tick. “Yeah, I’m sure my landlord would love to know how I got the tub black.”

“A remodel? I heard black is the new bathroom thing, trust me.”

Eyes rolled at his words, going back to cleaning his arm this time. A concentrated look was plastered on your face as you were careful not to touch his opened wounds from the missing surgical staples. “Want me to stitch them after?”

He looked down at his arm, a half-hearted shrug was your reply, a quick hiss following after from moving his shoulder. Damn, he really should think his impulse control over. “Do what you want.”

“Fine, I’ll make sure not a single staple gets out next time.”

He raised a brow at your reaction, knowing you were annoyed with his dismissive behavior. His stare moved back to the bathroom tile on the wall, a hand going up to run over the design. Silence once overcrowded the room again as you continued to clean him up. Finishing up, you threw the dirty washcloth in the laundry basket, no concern about if it was salvageable after the bath. Leaning back down over the tub wall, you grabbed your shampoo and conditioner. A calloused hand grabs your wrist to stop you.

“You’ve done enough, I’m clean aren't I? Don’t worry about the rest.”

His voice came out a whisper, almost like a silent plea to stop spoiling him as if he couldn’t handle it anymore. A stare-off started, both of you too stubborn to back down from your apparent claims. Furrowing your brows once more, you tried to grab for the shampoo bottle again, his hand keeping you in place. “Just this once? Please?”

A look of hesitation flashed through his blue eyes, finally he let you go, huffing out as if it was the worst decision in his life. Smiling at his surrender, you quickly grabbed the bottle so he wouldn’t change his mind. Again, as gently as possible, hot water ran through his hair so you could lather it with soap. He closed his eyes as a soft sigh came out, shoulders relaxing just a bit from the water running down his sore muscles. A shudder soon followed after the moment your hands touched his head, the sensitivity of your hands running through his dark locks only making him want to close his eyes more. He shouldn’t have agreed to this.

Nails massaged his scalp, he gripped the tub to handle the new feeling. The concern is shown on your face, stopping to look down at him. “Are you okay? I’m hurting you?”

“No.” It was spoken harshly, not wanting to admit his weakness to your touch. He was stronger than this, he could handle having his hair washed. “Just hurry up, will ya? I want to sleep.”

Going back to work on his dyed locks, you mumbled something he couldn’t comprehend, probably a smart remark to his words, he didn’t blame you for that. Water ran back down his hair and back as you rinsed out the soap, fingers combing through the strands to make sure all the soap was out, he only gritted his teeth, wanting this sweet torture to end. Not wanting to feel again after this.

It was conditioner next, an annoyed sigh at the feeling of the thick cream being spread through his burnt locks. He was never agreeing to this again, hating the feeling of relaxation taking over him. Hated the soft feeling growing in his chest. Hated you.

Luckily it ended quickly, water once more rinsing out the dirt and conditioner from his hair, the man looking more like a wet cat than a villain. Eyes even slit in contempt as he stared at the faucet in front of him. Getting up, you grabbed a towel, calling out to him to get out. You didn’t have to call out a second time, he stepped out, ripping the towel from your hands to dry himself, not even caring if he opened his wounds once more.

“Stop acting like a child, you’re just going to get an infection if you irritate the skin.”

The dead stare at the ground was your sign he wasn’t in the mood, though that was never new. Walking over, you grabbed the towel from him, a glare your only reply as you got to work drying him off properly. Moving to his hair, you ruffled his head, fried hair poofing up a bit from the friction. A laugh escaped your lips from his non-villainous look.

“Cute.”

“You’re calling the wrong person cute, doll.”

A roll of his eyes entered your vision, though the trace of a smile was seen on his lips. Bath time didn’t have to be bad all the time, he supposed, though he wouldn’t admit that. Not to you anyway. Never to you.

#flameresistant #from my ao3 account #dabi x reader #dabi fluff #dabi imagine #dabi my hero academia #dabi x y/n #dabi mha

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mallowmelt-down · 8 months

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I just went to see the Barbie movie for the second time and I’ve been wondering how the KOTLC gang would react to it so here’s my thoughts.

Keefe: He ordered an ‘I am Kenough’ sweatshirt before the credits even finished. He definitely says that Ken is literally him. He memorized Ken’s entire song and of course he used his mimicking skills to do it in Ryan Gosling’s voice. Secretly, it was hard for him as an Empath to watch the movie, especially with Sophie and her strong emotions sitting next to him.

Sophie: She thinks it’s an absolute masterpiece and 100% cried during the Billie Eilish song “What Was I Made For” given her own past with the Black Swan. Since none of her friends truly understands what it means to be human, she called Amy that night and they chatted about it for hours. She would definitely sneak out to the Forbidden Cities to see it again with Amy.

Fitz: He has had some experience with Barbie during his trips as a kid trying to find Sophie so he vaguely understands the importance of the movie. He respects it even though he didn’t relate to it. He pretends he understands the confusing human jokes despite the fact he doesn’t get it at all.

Biana: She totally fell in love with all the different fashions and tried to recreate some of the outfits afterwards. She found the human interpretation of mermaids hilarious when she saw mermaid Barbie. She was shocked by the treatment of women in the real world and had to ask her mom about it later.

Dex: He was forced to take the triplets with him so he spent most of the movie trying to get the three of them to stay in their seats. His favorite character was Allan and he broke into an ATM machine later so he could go buy an Allan doll. He noticed Sophie was sad after the movie so he dyed Iggy the Barbie pink color the next day to cheer her up.

Tam: He insists that he hated it and the pink gave him a headache but truthfully enjoyed the musical numbers and secretly added all the songs to his playlist. He will also put the songs on blast whenever he visits his parents to piss them off. Linh forced him to buy her a Barbie right after the movie.

Linh: She liked it and was very amused by the fake waves on the beach. She was disappointed to hear that the pooping dog Barbie toy was discontinued since she desperately wanted to buy it. She found some Barbie inspired pet outfits to force poor Princess Purrfins into later, with Tam’s reluctant help.

Marella: She loved all of it, especially the cute Kens. Dex helped her hack into the human Internet afterwards so she could read about all the drama behind the scenes. She spends an entire ability lesson with Fintan talking about it, much to Fintan’s disdain.

Wylie: He thought it was very thought provoking and Maruca teases him when he tries to analyze the deep symbolism of the movie with her. He decides to take an intensive human studies class after watching it and sees that there may be more to humans than he thought. Like many others, he cried over the idea of his mom being just a girl at some point in her life.

Maruca: She added a pink streak to her hair for a week afterwards. She really liked the Barbies’ blunt honesty during the Nobel Prize scenes. She later tried to make a smaller version of the pink Barbieland heart border with her Psionipath ability for fun.

Stina: She’ll tell Sophie it was a dumb human movie but genuinely enjoyed the human world scenes the most. She really related to Sasha the most.

Elwin: As the only adult who attended, he got the tickets for everyone, held seats, and made sure everyone had popcorn. His favorite character was weird Barbie and wants to start remodeling his house like hers. He joins Dex and buys as many Barbies as he can hold to take back to the Lost Cities. It was hard for him to watch as a doctor when Ruth said “Humans only have one end.”

Comment your own headcannons, I would love to see them!

#keeper of the lost cities #kotlc #shannon messenger #sophie foster #keefe sencen #biana vacker #fitz vacker #linh song #tam song #marella redek #maruca chebota #wylie endal #barbie #elwin heslege #stina heks #headcannons

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peachyrogerss · 2 years

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UNHOLY — S. Rogers

pairing(s): Stark!Reader x Steve Rogers ; Sharon Carter x Steve Rogers

warnings: 18+ only ; minors dni ; unprotected sex, pure smut.

a/n: english is not my first language, so please be gentle with me 🙏🏻, it’s my first time writing here, i hope you’ll like it <3 ; third person narrator.

disclaimer: unlike the meaning of the song, reader is not a whore, some changes have been made.

soundtrack(s): Unholy - Sam Smith ft. Kim Petras ; Traitor - Olivia Rodrigo

synopsis: you’re Tony Stark’s daughter, one of the Avengers and you’ve always had a huge crush on America’s Golden Boy, the one and only Captain America, and he also did. However, when he decided to marry Sharon Carter and have children with her, your desire for him increased disproportionately.

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It was a rainy day, Sharon and her children had retired to their rooms scattered throughout the Avengers Compound to rest and wait for the head of the family, who was returning from errands to run, according to what he previously said, so they could do family activities.

Rebecca and Harrison, were playing videogames in their playroom. Even though they were both teenagers, they loved spending time and resting in that room.

«That's strange, dad should be home by now...» said Rebecca, the youngest.

«..he probably found traffic.» she added later.

Harrison, the elder of the two, kinda knew where his father was and why he was running so late; he had discovered it a couple of months ago, accidentally overhearing a conversation between his father and Y/n Stark.

Little did he know that his father’s heart belonged to Stark’s daughter and, to be honest, he was happy with that. He adored Y/n, she would babysit him when he was younger, their bond was more unbreakable than his father’ shield made out of vibranium.

His mother, though, didn’t know anything, and so did his sister.

With a smirk on his face, still focused on the game, he opened his mouth.

«Mummy don’t know daddy’s getting hot, at the body shop; doing something unholy.»

«What are you saying Harrison?» asked confused Rebecca.

«Nothing, don’t worry Bex. I was just murmuring something..» replied the boy still keeping that smirk on his face..

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«It's been a long time since I've been here.. I see you've been remodeling your house.» his voice echoing in the living room of the immense apartment of Tony Stark's future billionaire heiress.

«And it’s only the living room you see, wait until you see the rest of the house.» answered a girl of average height, long wavy brown hair with a curvy but athletic body shape.

«Long time no see, doll.» added the guy, the one and only Steve Rogers himself.

«I've noticed that you always practice when I'm not around, this has been going on for a while....» continued.

«Your wife is always in the way, that's why I never train when you're around.» said Y/n annoyed.

«I guess you're here to get your Harley fixed, right? I saw it on the workshop cameras.» added her.

«You’re right.. and I’m here also because I miss you.» Steve said by approaching the girl.

«Don't try to soften me up Rogers, you know very well it doesn’t work with me. In the last few months you've become Sharon's shadow, barely paying attention to me, and I'm not just talking about us outside the team.» scolded off Y/n.

«Oh, c’mon Stark, you're old enough to understand that what we're doing is wrong... and I can't afford to make any missteps... I have two children.»

«Then why are you here? I didn’t even want you to come. I left the compound just to let you alone with your family, and avoid any suspiciouns about us. We spent a lot of time together, your son also overheard one of our conversations. it's a miracle he hasn't said anything to anyone yet.» said Y/n going in her bedroom, followed by the captain who was trying hard to make contact with her.

It had been months since the two had last had sexual intercourse, and he missed her terribly.

He missed her like when you miss the air when you’re underwater in the pool or the sea.

«You are so attractive Y/n. this outfit looks particularly good on you... I think it has some power over my body...» said Steve with a smirk on his face while Y/n was innocently bending over by the bed to grab some clothes and put them in the cabinet.

She was wearing nothing but a Victoria's Secret black satin kimono with lace trim, which covered her toupee and coulottes.

That outfit, contributed in creating a bulge under Captain Rogers' black skinny jeans.

«..It has some power over your body? Are you kidding me Rogers?» she said, pretending to be shocked as she slowly approached the boy.

«Are you sure it’s the outfit and nothing else?» she added, moving to lock the door and then moving back in front of the boy, placing her hands on his black leather jacket and pushing him toward the dark red velvet sofa near the huge windows of her bedroom, forcing him to sit down.

«Did I touch a devole point perhaps?» Said steve in a provocative tone.

Y/n fastened her kimono and positioned herself astride Steve, bringing her intimacy closer to the Captain's, rubbing lightly.

Rogers lowered his eyes for a brief moment, observing the form of the girl sitting on him, meanwhile his bulge grew larger and larger.

«You know, Captain… a lucky, lucky girl, she got married to a boy like you.. she'd kick you out if she ever, ever knew, ‘bout all the shit you tell me that you do..» she began to say whispering in his ear, referring to his wife, Sharon.

«Dirty, dirty boy, you know everyone is talkin' on the scene. I hear them whisperin' 'bout the places that you've been, and how you don't know how to keep your business clean» continued her, kissing every inch of loose skin on his face and neck, provoking him.

«Mummy don’t know daddy’s getting hot, at the body shop; doing something unholy.» Said Steve imitating a child's voice as, with superhuman speed he grabbed Y/n by the hips and, sketching a wicked grin, catapulted himself onto the girl's marriage bed, gently resting her body beneath his.

«There he is, that’s the Captain I know, always ready to le-» as she spoke, Y/n was interrupted by Steve's lips colliding against hers in a long, passionate kiss.

«If you don't shut your mouth, I swear I'm going to fuck you like there's no tomorrow.» growled the supersoldier.

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«He’s sat back while she’s droppin’ it, yeah, she put it down slowly.. Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh, he left his kids at

ho-ee-oh-ee-ome so he can get that» said Harrison choosing another videogame to play.

«Harrie, you’re scaring me. What are you saying?» added worried Rebecca, not knowing what was going through his brother’s head.

«I’ll wake mummy up, so she can call daddy. It's pouring outside, dad’s with the bike.» cooed the girl standing up and moving towards the door to go wake her mother.

«You’re so innocent Rebecca, he’s a grown up and besides, also a supersoldier, capable of taking care of himself while it’s raining outside.» laughed Harrison.

«Why are you telling me that I’m innocent? I don’t understand» sighed the girl.

«Do you remember Y/n, right? look around, she’s Tony Stark’s daughter, part of the Avengers, and she doesn’t live here anymore.» started Harrison.

«She used to babysit me when I was younger and mom travelled around the world for her missions. Dad was always with her, they were so close, and uncle Bucky told me that they were even before Dad and Mom met and then married» continued.

«You know.. she’s special, and dad thinks about it all the time. I do still love her. I really spent a lot of time with her, even called her mom, just because I hardly ever saw ours.» confided the boy.

«However, one day, mom argued with dad because of the relationship that had developed between me and Y/n.. she couldn't stand that I called her “mom” and blamed dad for not separating her from me and not intervening sooner.» added with a sad tone.

«Oh lord.. but I still don’t understand what does this have to do with dad.» delineated Rebecca.

«When Y/n left the compound, dad tried his best to make her stay, but she felt guilty and would not listen to any other reason.»

«Since that day, dad started to sneak out of the compound and visit her, they spend a lot of time alone. He misses her, and I guess she misses him too, the curious thing is that they have never had a love affair, but maybe they have some other kind of affair -- if you notice, mom and dad are not very intimate..» ended Harrison.

«So you’re saying that dad cheates on mum with Tony’s daughter?» questioned the girl.

«I’m not saying it, it’s just a suspicion I have. And even if it was real, I could only be happier about it. That girl is pure oxygen for dad, she makes him feel alive.» replied her brother.

«You’re happy about it? Are you nuts? He’s CHEATING on mom with another girl! How could you be happy about it?! We need to tell mommy!» blurted out Rebecca, running towards her mother’s room.

«What an idiot. She should not get involved in their business. That was confident.» whispered to himself Harrison.

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«Do you like when I’m on top of you, Stark?» growled Steve rubbing his intimacy against Y/n’s.

«Or maybe you like when I touch you..» continued while one hand ran down the girl's crotch, moving the flap of fabric covering her pussy with two fingers while exploring the area, moistened with arousal.

«Look at you, doll, so wet for me.. you have no idea of how much this turns me on.. I want to eat you out right now.» whispered Steve as he kissed her neck and left scattered purple marks.

«Then do it, daddy, I’m not stopping you» hissed Y/n.

Being called “daddy” by Y/n excited him to death and also drove him crazy. His eyes turned dark blue, the pupils enlarged and all of his body stiffened.

The two fingers he had placed under the fabric she was wearing reached her clitoris, making her jump slightly. It was a risky and unexpected move, but one that made her moan his name.

«Say it again Y/n» he ordered, slowly entering her pussy and starting fingering her.

«S-st-steve.. please..» moaned her arching her back.

«Oh god, I love it when you call my name.» added the Captain, removing his fingers.

With a swift movement he slipped off Y/n's coulottes and spread her legs apart, positioning himself between them, not before giving her a long, wicked kiss.

«I’ll make you cum until I heard you call out my name.» growled him, licking out her wet folds.

«I love your taste, baby. I’ve missed it.» continued while eating her out with circular, alternating movements between fast and slow. All of a sudden he slipped two fingers inside her, and began to move faster, while his mouth was focused on sucking and biting her clitoris.

His movements made her wiggle and arch her back. Y/n felt heat forming in her lower abdomen, and she was aware that she was about to reach her orgasm. She then decided to open her mouth and beg Steve to make her come.

«Steve please, I’m coming.. f-faster..» begged her.

«What did you call me?» he said stopping.

«You know how to call me. Now turn around and go doggy style. You broke one of our rules, and need a punishment. Do you remember? Never call me by my name unless I tell you to.» he scolded off while Y/n was adjusting herself, removing the rest of the clothing she had on.

«I’m sorry, daddy.. I promise I’ll be a good girl.. don’t punish me..» she cried out.

«I don’t care about what you say, you’ll get your punishment.» he said while removing all of his clothes and underwear, spreading y/n’s leg and settling between them. His cock, hard and vascular, twitched. Steve could see drops of pre-seminal fluid leaking from his foreskin.

«I’ve missed you so much. You have no idea of how frustrating it was to have to jerk me off only thinking about you, unable to touch you or have you riding my cock. And, by the way, he missed your mouth.. care to give him a kiss later?» he growled thrusting into her suddenly, making her whimper.

«As you p-please daddy..» she whimpered. He waited a few minutes, just to let Y/n adjust herself, then started pushing mercilessly into her, the sound of their skin colliding also echoed in the room, between their moans.

As he fucked her without restraint, Steve grabbed her hair, causing Y/n's head to bend back slightly, and with his other free hand slapped her ass repeatedly and powerfully, leaving her with red marks from his hand. That, was her punishment.

«I can feel your folds contracting and shrinking around my cock.. look how good you are at taking my cock.. oh god Y/n, you’re so wet and tight..» he said thrusting powerfully, exchanging positions quickly, so she was now upon him.

«Care to ride my cock, babygirl? Show daddy how good you are at riding it.. I really want to see how those pretty boobs of yours bounce along your movements..» he ordered as the girl obeyed.

«I’ll do whatever you please d-daddy.. but I feel like I’m c-coming.. please let me c-come..» she cried out.

«Ride me, now!» he shouted placing one hand on her hip and one on her breast, squeezing it.

She started riding his cock, as her walls clenched and tighten around his shaft, her body trembling and her breath suddenly icreasing.

«Do you want me t-to cu-cum all over your body or do you want me to fill you up, baby?» he questioned.

«I’m your personal slut, captain. You decide.» she responded, feeling heat increase all over her body, especially in her low abdomen.

Hearing those words, Steve pulled Y/n in for a kiss, by positioning the hand which was previously on her hip, behind her neck.

He bit her lip, causing her to moan against his mouth and causing him to help her reach her climax by pushing even harder into her.

As soon as she approached her climax, so did he and they came together.

Y/n could feel Steve's cum fill her to the last drop and, Steve, could feel Y/n's pussy shrinking around his cock.

Suddenly their movements slowled to a complete stop, and that was when Steve positioned Y/n beside him, kissing her forehead and caressing her.

«You were so good at taking my cock..» he said taking breath.

«No one can get it the way I can, Steve.» she whispered in his ear with a smirk, slowly moving down to his still erect cock, placing one hand around the length and placing her mouth on the foreskin, opening it slightly and taking it into.

Steve was silent, he had no words, nothing to say, so bent his head back, settled down, and let the girl do everything. From time to time there was eye contact, which made his cock contract.

Y/n went on like that for about fifteen minutes, until Steve reached his second orgasm and came in her mouth.

Wiping with her fingers the nooks and crannies where cum had leaked, Y/n swallowed and snuggled down next to Steve, putting her head on his chest so she could feel his heartbeat.

«It tastes so good..» she said leaving kisses on his cheeks and mouth.

«I wish you could stay here forever, Steve.. I really want to.» sighed Y/n.

«You have no idea how much I would like that too... however, I'm married, and you know that.»

Hearing those words, Y/n's heart began to ache. She knew well that Steve, her first and only true love, was unattainable.

They had known each other for years, but she always missed the chance to tell him how she felt. He, too, was no different, too shy to confess his feelings to her, too intimidated by turning against Tony.

Years later, however, the two were still unconscious about their feelings for each other.

Their sexual relationship began on Steve's wedding day. He was the one who had started this adventure. He needed to clear his head, and as he locked himself in one of the rooms of the mansion where the reception was taking place, he found y/n unnerved.

Without a second thought, he catapulted himself onto her, and they had a sexual intercourse, in which she took part without backing down.

From then on, they began seeing each other secretly until Steve became a father and asked her for the favor of babysitting his son Harrison when both he and his mother were indisposed.

Eventually Harrison grew up together with his father and babysitter as his mother, Sharon, was often away on business. When the couple later argued because Harrison called Y/n “mom” instead of Sharon, Y/n felt guilt crushing her chest and thus decided to leave.

She tried to return but, seeing the couple reunited and close-knit, decided to leave the Avengers Compound for good and live alone, away from everyone. She no longer trained with the team, no longer spent time with the Avengers, and only showed up at the Compound when Steve was not there. By now she frequented that place only for her father.

«Y/n.. I have something to say..» he whispered turning around to face her.

«Say it, then.» she responded.

«I… uhm..» he esitated for a moment «I…»

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«Mummy wake up, I have to tell you something important.» said Rebecca gently shaking her mother.

«Is daddy home?» questioned Sharon, who was waking up.

«No, he’s not, but I know where he might be!» responded the girl.

«Where’s he?» said Sharon, meanwhile from the hallway there was the noise of the footsteps of someone running, and that someone was indeed Harrison.

«Dad’s at Y/n’s pl-» started Rebecca before being interrupted by her brother.

«Dad’s at Y/n Stark’s workshop, his bike needed to be fixed, he called me a few minutes ago.» said Harrison showing the list of recent calls to his mother.

«So he’s on his way home?» asked Rebecca.

«Yes he is, and also says he’s sorry for running late.» answered Harrison, giving his mother a kiss on the cheek and walking towards his bedroom, followed shortly after by his sister.

«I swear to god Bee, if you try even one more time to tell mom what I told you, I will make you pay for it.» hissed the boy.

His sister didn’t respond, she just nodded her head and retired to her bedroom quietly.

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Steve was about to say something to Y/n when he was interrupted by the ringtone of his cell phone.

It was his son, he had called persistently and had left about 20 messages.

He responded in a hurry and quickly put his clothes back on, not before cleaning himself up.

«Look, Y/n I’m sorry but I gotta go.» he said buttoning his belt.

«Wait, you were about to tell me something, what is it then?» she questioned with a puzzled look mixed with sadness.

«Nothing, forget about it. See you little Stark» he ended the conversation, rushing out of the girl’s house.

Tears began to form in Y/n's eyes, but she shook her head and headed to the bathroom, to wash herself.

She filled the tub with warm water and set the shuffle playback on Spotify.

To her surprise "Traitor" by Olivia Rodrigo started up and she began to sing it at the top of her lungs.

God, I wish that you had thought this through

Before I went and fell in love with you

[…]

Don't you dare forget about the way

You betrayed me

And I know that you'll never feel sorry

For the way I hurt, yeah

[…]

Loved you at your worst, but that didn't matter

[…]

Guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor.

«I love you, Rogers.. I really do.» she whispered to herself before washing her face with hot water and relax her tensed muscles.

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Steve’s bike got fixed and he rushed home, with guilt that wouldn’t leave him.

On his way home, he had made a decision, to leave her wife so he could spend the rest of his days with Y/n, his true love.

«I’m back!» shouted Rogers approaching the rooms reserved for his family.

«Finally, Bex and Har thought you were lost.» said Sharon hugging his husband, without getting a hug in response.

«What’s wrong with you, Stevie? Did something happen?» questioned the blonde.

«We need to talk.» He coldly replied.

The two went to the meeting room, surrounded by soundproof glass, and once inside, Steve confessed in full detail everything that had been and still was present between him and Y/n. He felt guilty, both about his children and his wife, but most of all he felt guilty about the girl he truly loved.

Sharon was shocked, not expecting it, however, she understood. Indeed, she had recently met a man who worked with her at SHIELD and they had started dating, but never sleeping together, for now.

They were playing with equal arms, both adulterers, both guilty of each other's suffering. Yet Sharon could not believe that all this time Steve had hidden this from her. She could understand weeks, months... but even years? And with two children in between?

After a heated argument, the two came to the conclusion that they had to break off their marriage.

Several days later, they decided to communicate the decision to their children, who, in understanding their father -Harrison in particular, who was happy for him- did not take it badly.

For her part, Sharon decided to leave the Avengers Compound and move back to her old home.

Steve and the children would remain living in the same place.

From that time on, Steve almost never called Y/n again; he wanted to wait until his divorce was official before contacting her again. Up to that point he had ignored her, and he felt terribly guilty.

He was aware that Y/n was suffering, but he promised himself that he would never make her feel bad again.

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It had been months since Y/n and Steve last had sex. A week after that event, Y/n began to experience strange symptoms, such as nausea and belly pain.Frightened, she decided to take a pregnancy test, which, to her surprise, came back positive.

Having had no relations with anyone other than Steve, the fetus in her womb could only be his.

However, Steve's estrangement pained her and not a little, but she still decided to keep the baby, who only after a couple of weeks turned out to have a twin.

And there she is, six months later, pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl. Captain America's children.

When Steve ran to Y/n to talk to her and tell her about the divorce, he almost had a stroke.

He felt his world come crashing down on him.

He could not think about Y/n being pregnant by another man.

«Y/n, I need to talk to you» Steve said as he approached the girl's bed, his head down.

«Talk, I'm listening. But then go away, I don't want to see you again» she replied annoyed, gently stroking her belly.

«Sharon and I got divorced» Steve confessed all of a sudden. That news made Y/n jolt; she had not expected it. Her heart missed beats and little tears of joy threatened to spill from her eyes.

«Steve tell me you're kidding, please» said Y/n almost shocked.

«I'm not kidding. I did it for the two of us.» He said as he approached the girl, helping her out of bed.

«Y/n I love you, I always have.» he said putting his hands on her hips, now big because of her baby bump, and pulled her close to kiss her.

She returned the kiss and began to cry with joy.

«I love you too, Rogers. I always have.»

She could not believe that this was happening. Steve, her Steve Rogers, was finally hers in his own right, and he was also the father of the children she was carrying.

All of a sudden, however, Steve broke away the kiss, and before Y/n could open his mouth, he lowered his gaze to the baby bump, caressing it.

«Who’s the father of the baby?» he asked in a sad tone.

«They're twins, Rogers -- a boy and a girl..» she began, not answering his question.

After minutes of silence, he opened his mouth to speak.

«Congratulations...and I'm sorry I left you alone, that was not my intent-» he spoke only to be abruptly interrupted.

«They’re your children, Steve. You're the father.» she confessed, placing her hands on the boy's, still firm on her baby bump, who was now smiling.

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CATFA: Part Three

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon violence, language, and angst

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

New York is notorious for having parties on every corner, gatherings of hundreds of people, and bringing communities together. Manhattan is an island of many ports, and most of them are having fairs and events people can attend. After dressing like you belong in the 1930s, you attend one of the fairs to get to know people and make yourself known.

Crowds of people line up for the rides as well as the games, and you maneuver through them to get to the far end of the pier. You look up and lock eyes with a complete stranger, but there is something familiar about him. You haven't seen that face in years, the face you left behind.

"Ikaris?" you call out even though he can't hear you.

You push through the crowd to get to the stranger, and when you see him, he's with a younger blonde man that's much shorter. They're both enjoying some games, and you realize that it's not the person you thought. You're about to leave when the man notices you staring.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm sorry," you chuckle. "You remind me of someone I knew. I apologize for staring."

"Don't apologize. You can stare all you want," he flirts. "Do you have a name, doll?"

"Y/N."

"James, but you can call me Bucky." He holds his hand out for you to shake, and when you grab it, he brings your hand to his lips and kisses the back of it. You smile shyly and bite your lower lip. He looks a little young, maybe about eighteen if you had to guess. "This is my friend, Steve."

"It's nice to meet you both. I'll let you both get back to losing this game," you tease.

"Oh, and you think you can do so much better?"

"I know so."

"Alright. Show me how it's done."

He pays for another round and lets you play the game. He thinks you're going to pretend to be bad so he can save the day, but he's wrong. You end up winning it and winning the stuffed whale that's about as big as your head.

"Here, you can have him. It's something to remember me by," you grin and hand Bucky the animal.

"Oh, doll, I'm going to have a hard time forgetting you. I think I need a rematch. This fair is open tomorrow. What do you say? Do I have a chance to redeem myself?"

"You might."

And a chance he got. Then another chance. And another one. And you kept giving him chances even after he's beaten you plenty of times. Even after the fair closed its doors to remodel some of the rides, you and Bucky couldn't stay away from each other. He snuck out of his parent's house to be with you, and you'd walk all around town trying to avoid the officers who patrolled the area.

"Are your parents okay with you being out this late?" Bucky asks you when you two stopped at the local playground.

"My parents died a long time ago. I'm a little older than you might think."

"An older woman, huh? I don't mind," he chuckles.

"If my parents were here, I'd tell them about you. I think they'd like you."

You two walk to the swing set and you take a seat on one of the swings, but Bucky stands next to you as you slowly sway back and forth.

"Do you like me?"

"Yeah."

Bucky walks in front of you and stands between your legs. He walks you backward until you can't go any further, and he slides his hands slowly up your body until he reaches your face. He tucks your hair behind your ear, giving you goosebumps. He waits for you to reject him, and when you don't, he leans into you.

Kissing him feels like magic. Kissing him feels like standing on top of a cliff and letting the warm summer sun heat your skin. Kissing him feels like opening presents as a kid. Kissing him makes you feel like you can finally face up to Markus without fear. Kissing him gives you a feeling you've never felt before, not even with Ikaris.

Everything falls into place when you're with him. This is your moment. This is the moment you fall in love with James Buchanan Barnes. If you two couldn't stay away from each other before this moment, then you truly couldn't be apart well after it. Even when he moved out of his parent's house and started going to the local college with Steve, he made sure to make time for you in his busy schedule.

Spending one year with him has been more fulfilling than spending nine hundred years with Ikaris.

If you see yourself spending years with Bucky, then you need to tell him the truth about you. Ikaris was already an alien when you met him, so he didn't have a hard time believing you weren't human. Bucky might react differently which is why you waited a full year to come clean. He's taking you out to dinner for your first anniversary, and it's overlooking the Big Apple.

"Bucky, how much did this cost you?"

"Nothing is expensive when it comes to you."

There is no one else on the balcony, giving you the perfect opportunity to come clean.

"Listen, Bucky, there's something I have to tell you and I'm not sure how you're going to take it."

"You're not part of the cartel, are you?" he chuckles.

"No. I'm older than you think I am--"

"Yeah, I know. I don't mind dating an older woman. I'd say you're twenty-five."

"I'm a little older than that. Bucky, I'm nine hundred years old," you rip the bandaid off. "I'm from a planet called Xenia, and I came here in the year 1000. I left my planet to escape the man who abused me and experimented on me."

"Okay, now I'm starting to think you're not joking."

"I just want you to know how much I love you."

You lift your hand and transform it from your human form into an animal's paw. From there, you turn it into a tentacle before returning it to normal. You lift your other hand and create a small fireball out of thin air. The fire solidifies and turns into water before quickly evaporating. You can't seem to look at Bucky in fear he will kick you out of his life.

"If I see a future with you, which I do, I have to tell you who I truly am. I'm not human. I'm telling you this because I love you so much. My feelings for you are true and real, and this entire year has been the best in my entire life. You make me feel safe, but I understand if you never want to see me again. I just hope you understand I never meant to hurt you."

Bucky gets out of his chair, and you think this is it. He's going to leave and never return. Instead, he walks over to you and kneels so that you don't have to look up to see him. He reaches up and wipes the tears that have fallen.

"Y/N, I love you. It's going to take a long time to wrap my head around this, but I don't care if you're not human. I didn't get to know you this past year just to walk out on you now."

"You don't care that I'm nine hundred years old?"

"You could be ten thousand, and I'd still want to get to know you. You're my soulmate, doll." He stands to his full height, bringing you up with him. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him passionately. There isn't a more perfect person for you than Bucky. "You gotta tell me more about this, though."

You two break away and take your seats when you begin the story of how you came to be.

Markus Hottle was known throughout Xenia as a benevolent CEO of Interdimensional Republic. They specialized in privacy, safety, and communications throughout Xenia. They had a sister company that would expand IR throughout its solar system and into the vast space outside of it.

Markus had everyone wrapped around his finger, which gave him power like no other. Instead of taking that power and doing good things with it, he let it get to his abnormally large head. It fed his ego, and he got so hungry that he didn't only want to dominate Xenia but the other planets around it.

He came up with a serum created by his lab technicians that would give its user special abilities. This was experimental work that needed a test subject, so what better person to do it than his assistant? It's what gave you your shapeshifting abilities. Markus saw how powerful you could get, but that didn't satisfy him enough.

He wanted more.

Word got around that an Infinity Stone was lurking around Xenia. If Markus could get ahold of it, then he could add that power to his serum. Something of that magnitude would ensure no one could go up against him. He wanted to create an army that could be loyal to him as he tried to rule the neighboring planets of Xenia.

He got ahold of the famous Tesseract which held one of the six Infinity Stones. He tampered with the power o make a better weapon, giving you your second set of powers. With shapeshifting and controlling the elements, he knew he created the perfect serum to give to his army. If this serum got out, then the universe would be doomed.

You couldn't let it leave the lab it was created in.

One thing led to another and you stole the only serum before Markus had a chance to replicate it. The Tesseract was lost after the first serum was made, but he stored some power away just in case this were to happen.

You stole that, too.

You used the serum on yourself and used the last remaining bit of Tesseract power to escape. Your body absorbed it all, giving you the final power of creating portals to different parts of the universe. Markus was pissed you were gone with his creation, but you never looked back. You kept running until you reached Earth, and here you've stayed in peace for the last nine hundred years.

You're not even sure if Markus is still alive at this point, but you're hoping to never find out.

If Bucky loved you before, then he's utterly in love with you now. Telling him your life story made you two grow closer to each other. If you thought the first year with Bucky was an adventure, try the next five years. He never once judged you for what you've done or who you are, and you're grateful for having him in your life.

Steve doesn't know about what you are, but you're okay with leaving that part of you a secret for right now. He has enough to worry about besides you. He and Bucky have been taking a bunch of art classes together as a way to stay close to each other, but there is something bigger that they both want to do.

It's 1941 and the United States announced its role in World War II just after Pearl Harbor was bombed. Steve wanted to enlist because that's who he is but Bucky got drafted. Bucky was forced to go so you decided to enlist as well to support him physically and figuratively.

Women in the army weren't a common thing, but they were allowed to enlist for other jobs like nurses or things of that nature. None were allowed combat roles, but you were going to prove to them that you deserve to fight alongside the men who get to lay their lives down. Your powers would be more useful in the field than in some medical office, anyway.

So, when you, Bucky, and Steve went to enlist, you and Bucky got accepted pretty easily. It's Steve who they denied because of his short stature and small frame. He's much smaller than other men his age, and he has asthma which isn't allowed.

That didn't stop Steve from trying, but every time he tries to enlist, they would always deny him because of the same reasons as the previous one.

Meanwhile, you and Bucky got put into the same boot camp to train. Even if you weren't going into combat, you still needed to know the basic training to survive if something were to happen. Something got mixed up that caused you to go to the only boot camp with all men. The other women were sent somewhere else, but they didn't have any room to move you after the fact.

It became pretty clear you were going to be the center of attention, but you only had eyes for Bucky.

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Biscuits and Beskar: 2

Pairing: Boba Fett x OC Kaylee Manu

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, language, mentions of past traumas, fighting, poor self image, getting nervous around the Daimyo, frisky thoughts (still pretty sfw).

A/N: This is written in the style of a reader insert where the reader is Kaylee. So Kaylee is not used to her little world getting set off kilter. She likes the idea of a partner but doesn't usually have the time. Then Boba walks in and the feelings hit like a ton of bricks. Boba is intrigued and Fennec is in the background like a chess master moving the pieces. Fennec is ma girl, like I would love to be besties with her.

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“Come work for the Daimyo they said. It'll be great they said. You only might get killed on your first day.”

You hissed out a breath body aching, but there was work to do. You weren't about to let either of the bosses catch you slacking. The second in command had the eyes of a shreik-hawk. She had given very clear instructions to you: keep the Daimyo in good health and spirits. There was an unspoken or else in the silent look she gave that didn't bear testing. You had cautiously requested to see the kitchen. It was an appalling, dirty wreck, and that would have been a kind assessment.

The walk in was out of range, produce and meat were going bad, whomp rats had gotten into most of the dry storage. Then there was the equipment! Looking at the assassin with beribboned hair you quickly insisted on a full remodel. Fennec, as she had introduced herself, had simply given you a slight nod of approval telling you to let her know whatever you needed. You had expected an argument or at least some grumbling. Instead the woman walked away quiet as death.

You weren't entirely certain that she wasn't the specter herself.

“Honestly the state of this place, might as well have left the door open. Wake up to a krayt dragon in the throne room playing with the Rancor.”

It was pure luck that the kids had returned to the palace when they had. The smell of Wookie fur a dead give away for trouble the minute you all crossed the threshold. And while you hadn't necessarily formed your own opinion about the new Daimyo, no one deserved to die ripped limb from limb. Racing up the stairs there the beast was, crushing the man as his feet dangled off the floor.

Bless Drash's soul, the girl had no fear going right for the great terror head on. The others fell in rank behind her ready to brawl. You had joined in as well, landed a few cuts with your knife before being flung like a rag doll across the room. Landing squarely on a very warm, large body. The breath, along with all sense apparently, knocked from you as you lay atop of the infamous Boba Fett.

A half naked Boba Fett whose arms had circled around steadying you and what had been your reaction? Instead of being terrified you had dumbly looked down at his dark, handsome face, swiped your sleeve at his cut lip and said, “You're bleeding.”

What kind of a fool does that?! In the middle of a fight no less! But damn the man for being so handsome... probably why he wore that bucket. Wouldn't get any business done at all with those eyes on everyone seeking audience going dumb.

His brown eyes that had stared back at you like there wasn't a gargantuan, killer hairball not a few feet away. Eyes that should have been cold or harsh or angry given his reputation. But no, they were warm and just a touch amused. He had smirked and quickly rolled, pushing you into a protected side of the room before grabbing a gaffi stick to rejoin the maylay. He was broad in the chest with bearlike strength, fluid and graceful in his movement. Watching as he coordinated his attacks with the others dancing with perfect rhythm. The new Daimyo was something to behold and not one to be trifled with for certain.

Back in the present you moved the grill grates back into place and relit the pilot light. The cabinets were in varying states of repair, counter now resealed and secure again. Rough first days, but looking around now it was starting to feel like your own space. You couldn't help but do a little spin to test out the cleaned floors. The tile in the kitchen was beautiful, thoroughly swept and polished to a high shine. Amazing what you could find hidden under all that tattoine sand.

Not unlike the handsome man in armor down the hall...

Karabast you needed to get a grip! So what if the man was broad and solid. So what if he was kind to those around him. So what if he was honorable in victory and spared the life of the being sent to kill him. And so what if he had protected you. Boba Fett was the boss you were the cook.

“Kaylee don't be a fool... finally landed a good job GET A GRIP!” For Maker's sake you'd only just met the man. Not to mention that you knew better than anyone that crime lords only wanted the arm candy types. Pretty little airheads that didn't care what shady deals happened around them. Not scared, round, small little things like you. Placing the last of the racks in the oven you stacked the pans back on the shelves, clanging them angrily. It was stupid of you to be acting like this.

“Ratty leave that be, I'm not done fixing the door yet,” The little droid paused its shelving work drooping his antenna and beeping fearfully. Cringing at having been so stern you softened your tone. “Hey I'm not mad, it's ok buddy. It's just that I really need you to help me finish the pantry right now. R9 can handle that.”

The little rat catcher was so easily spooked, he had hid for hours when you first started. You could see the many dents and rewires that told you the poor little bit had been previously abused. All of them had, even 8-D8 had mismatched parts. Well that wouldn't happen from now on, not on your watch. If there was one thing this whole palace needed it was a little bit of care and attention. Giving a soft smile you tried again, “How 'bout it? I'll get you both a nice oil bath after we're done?”

With a happy set of boops the droid had scurried to where you stood happily handing you the sorted in date items. Honestly how any of the beings here weren't dead from food poisoning was a wonder, “First thing tomorrow you and me are going to tackle the last of the cabinets and the walk in. Sound like a plan? Can't have the boss thinking we slack about can we now.”

Ratty beeped and swiveled his head in agreement.

Boba observed you from the shadows, much like he had the day before. Did you even realize that you sang loud enough he could hear in the throne room? As for your last comment, the boss didn't think you a slack about. Already the place looked brighter, cleaner. There were fresh herb planters lining the walls and things neat and tidy. He had half smirked watching as you sharpened the knives, checking the balance of the tang and blade with practiced ease. A craftswoman about her work.

Loath as Boba was to admit it, Fennec had been right. Already operations about the palace were running more efficiently. He was pleased that you had decided to stay, though unhappy with the restrictive movements you worked with. You were pushing through an injury just to prove your worth to the boss. Even Boba was still stiff after using the bacta tank, Wookies were never an easy fight. He had noticed all too well the little winces, the ginger bending at the hip and deep breaths. Worse was that it was his negligence that led to your injury. He allowed for the Palace to continue crumbling into disrepair; it had been careless and he received a painful lesson when Krrsantan had breached security. Stepping into the kitchen fully Boba noticed the food and various drinks on the side board, easy to grab and more than enough to keep this lot fed. Seeing a tray of cookies he picked up the delicate treat.

“Oh Lord Fett! I'm sorry for the chaos, the kitchen should be done by tomorrow.” You stumbled coming out of the pantry but managed not to fall. "I'm sorry I hope you haven't been... How can I help you."

He hummed in amusement, removing his helmet and tucking it snugly under his arm. You looked flushed and tired Boba thought, watching as you fidgeted nervously.

“I could make something for you...”

He waived a hand ceasing your nervous ramble, “You've done more than enough, especially being injured.”

“Just sore sir, I can still work.” Oh kark, wouldn't that just be the way of things. Two days of work and you get fired for being slow.

“That was not in question,” Leaning a hip on the counter he ate the cookie, taking in the subtle butter and almond flavors of the treat. It was delicious, as was his meal earlier. For the first time in a long while Boba felt energized, his mind sharper. It didn't hurt his mood any that the little chef was pleasing to glace at as well. Must have some Pantoran blood with the slight purple highlight in your hair and golden eyes. “I have a duty to those under my employ. I will send Fennec to see to you after the meeting.”

“I'm fine really...”

“Never the less.” Fixing the woman with a very unimpressed stare Boba made a grumbling noise in the back of his throat. Stubborn little thing. “Fennec will see to you after the meeting.”

“Well at least let me make you a fresh cup of Kaf.” You turned to walk to the machine. Your stomach dropped, not only for being scolded but also because you had screwed up. You had been so focused on trying to get the kitchen sorted and the food made that you hadn't even thought to ask Fennec for an itinerary. If your Papa were alive he would have shaken his head at such a rookie mistake. You decided to try to roll with the situation, keeping a calm tone. “And how many are expected?”

“It is only the few of us here, though there are some new faces that you should know.” Boba could see that his comment had put you on edge. He pivoted quickly wanting to put you at ease, which was a curiosity in itself. Perhaps he had gone soft, “Your name is Kaylee correct?”

“Yes Lord Fett,” Why were you blushing and why did his voice sound like smoky velvet to your ears? A grown ass woman did not turn into a simpering mess just because the new boss was as handsome as the devil himself and sounded twice as enticing. Oh Garsa was right you really needed to get out more. Straightening your apron and folding your hands you tried to compose yourself. “Chef Kaylee Manu at your service.”

“Well Chef Kaylee, I would like your input on further improvements for the Palace. What you see as needs for the staff here including yourself.” Boba tried to keep his tone even and low. He watched as you worked the knobs on the fancy Kaf machine. From this angle he had a fine view of your figure hidden beneath the apron and well worn coveralls. Something he had noted earlier, the flight coveralls. Embroidered with desert blooms and stars, tailored at the waist to taper giving you more of a fitted look than the excess material was originally designed for. It was far too warm an outfit given the climate and your job, so that begged the question why? Yet even under the cumbersome layers he watched as you gracefully approached and offered him a mug of Kaf.

Boba well remembered your curvy form as it was pressed flush to him on the floor of the tower. How your hands had softly touched his face. He wouldn't have even noticed the cut had you not said anything. No he was far to distracted by how gently you acted, how your eyes didn't look on him in fear. How even now you seemed more flustered than genuinely afraid. When Krrsantan had ran from the tower you stayed with him, again asking if he was hurt. The whole journey down the stairs you had stayed close to him, squeezing his hand at every little bump. It stroked his ego being your protector, even if only for a few moments.

Fennec had teased him for glancing too long as you had moved about the dinning room, serving food and drink while offering your thoughts. Then there was her amused eye roll at his reaction when you left to collect the belongings that had finally arrived. It seemed you didn't own much, a few bags and a trunk at most. Skad had teased you about his back hurting from the weight only for you to remind him who was making diner and that it was something he enjoyed. You didn't snark or threaten, just keeping your voice firm and even to remind the pup who was in charge.

It was that same tone that you had used throughout the meeting, keeping the peace while also pointing out deficiencies. You were smart and direct, giving a working list of the immediate needs. You knew many of the city's dealers and craftsmen and also demonstrated a firm grasp of the groups that ran the different sectors of the city as well as the local officials. For a simple cook you were proving anything but.

There was a certain air about the you that Boba couldn't quite place; confident yet reserved, calm yet strong. Then there was the quality of your work; not only was the food excellent, but the presentation of each dish was flawless down to the garnish and sauces. Clearly you were not a product of the sands, you had honed your craft off world. You were a puzzle, one that he couldn't seem to place, which was all the more reason that he had Fennec observe you closely. Leaning on his throne in contemplation the question remained, “Who are you Kaylee Manu?”

Boba watched as his second in command strode into the throne room, stopping to pour a drink. He waited, tapping the arm of the throne in thought. “Anything to report?”

Fennec played with the cup in her hand, “She knows her city I'll say that. Every place that we ordered from happily handed our orders over, especially when Kaylee's name came up.”

“That bothers you?”

“No, quite helpful actually. Something Garsa Fwip told me though...” Thinking over the information Fennec debated again telling Boba. She had seen much in her time both good and bad. Not much bothered her, couldn't afford it in this line of work. Most hunters had a code that they followed, certain things that were off the table. But there were always some scum out there that ignored such things. Taking another swig of the spotchka she half sat on the steps. “Seems our chef has made a few people angry, people who would like very much to see her gone. Including Mok Shaiz.”

“Oh she has?” Boba watched Fennec nod, “and what did she do to incur such wrath?”

“It would appear our esteemed Mayor was in business with Bib Fortuna. In exchange for his tribute Fortuna would rid the streets of it's excess citizenry, the troublemakers. According to Garsa they weren't particular about who... or how young.” Fennec heard the creaking leather of gloves as Boba flexed out of anger. “A few of the citizens helped to hide people, especially the kids. Fed them, looked after the ones whose families were killed as an example.”

Boba glanced to the entry where Skad was speaking with Nitro and Nakita, “The Mods...”

“Among others, Garsa has been protecting her till now,” Fennec had seen the good will that just your name incurred, that was worth more than credits. Working for a crime boss could get messy though, like the other night. Still if Boba was determined to be a Daimyo and not just another crime lord having someone like you around would be invaluable. “Everyone we visited would appreciate it if Kaylee were kept safe.”

“Hmm brave little thing,” He tilted his helmet in the direction of the palace apartments, “not many would have done that.”

“Not many would have kept doing it after having their business burned out from under them and left for dead.” Fennec could hear Boba growl from under the helmet. “Should I ask around?”

Turning back to the master assassin he gave a curt nod. Someone betrayed those who tried to protect the people of this city and Boba wanted to know who. If they still lived their days were numbered. No one would harm the people, much less children in Mos Espa ever again. As to your circumstance things like this usually resulted from greed or anger, someone had broken trust among the good Samaritans. Trust was a dangerous thing, it could kill if misplaced or was a powerful ally when well invested. He trusted Fennec and had been repaid well for that.

The question was what had made you trust enough to stay here? Especially when you had suffered so in the past? Boba could not see how he had earned such a privilege, but he would not squander it. “You can let them all know that Miss Manu is under my protection.”

“I already did.” Fennec studied the bottom of the empty cup, wondering what kind of strength it must take to be kind in a cruel world, to stand against the corruption that rotted a place like this and remain. Not many would have made your choice, nor endured the consequences with such grace. Fennec had seen first hand when she had helped treat your injury earlier. You had looked back at her with a grin saying, "Our lives are what we choose to make of it." Fennec knew fate to be a fickle thing, so was luck. Then again this whole Palace was filled with beings whom defied the odds.

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In conjunction with @silvermoon424’s new project to scan and archive Mitsukazu Mihara’s 6-volume manga series Dolls: IC in a Doll, here is a copy of an interview Mihara gave in 2006 with Manga Magazine at Otakon, recorded here by Tokyopop!

What a Doll! An Interview with Mitsukazu Mihara

(On the left-hand side):

Goth Loli goddess Mitzukazu Mihara has garnered an impressive level of fan devotion in Japan, largely due to the intricate and inspired Gothic Lolita fashions worn by her characters.

A master of the manga short story, Mihara-sensei began her career as an illustrator, gaining recognition and acclaim for her distinct illustrations in the Gothic Lolita Bible. Going on to create such noteworthy titles as Happy Family and IC in a Sunflower, Mihara-sensei took storytelling to a new level with Doll, a six-volume anthology series about a world where humankind coexists with an intelligent race of androids called “dolls”.

Gothic Lolita enthusiasts and sci-fi lovers - Mitsukazu Mihara fans are passionate, dedicated and intelligent. And with the release of Mihara-sensei's Beautiful People in February and Haunted House and R.I.P.: Requiem in Phonybrain in the fall, they're about to grow significantly in number. Get on board while you still can.

Manga magazine sat down with Mihara-sensei at the Otakon convention in Baltimore, where she discussed fashion, fandom and some of her surprising influences.

-Tim Beedle

(At the bottom:)

MIHARA-SENSATIONAL: FIVE FLAWLESS FABLES

New to the work of Mitsukazu Mihara? For those looking to sample the best of the best, we offer a few suggestions.

"A Maid Servant" (Doll, Vol. 1) When Tokiko's fiancé leaves her for another woman, Tokiko assumes it's because she's ugly. But when someone starts defacing Tokiko's doll, we soon learn that ugliness has many forms.

"Beautiful People" (Beautiful People) Telling the tale of Mimi, a strong-willed woman who achieves beauty through plastic surgery, Mihara-sensei reveals where the true beauty lies, while serving up some of her most intriguing character design work to boot.

"Grave" (Doll, Vol. 4) Mihara-sensei gave life to the dolls, but in this story, she gives them death. "Grave" takes us to the SG Corporation's press room, where retired or illegally remodelled dolls are scrapped. A fascinating look at mortality, "Grave" is chilling...and life-affirming.

"Haunted House" (Haunted House) A very black comedy. "Haunted House" tells the story of Sabato, a hapless teenager whose attempts at romance are continually ruined by his outrageous family. Boasts detailed gothic art and plenty of dark humor.

"Home" (Doll, Vol. 6) An emotional story that serves as a denouement for the entire Doll series, "Home" is only fully appreciated when read after the stories that preceded it.

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Manga: Welcome to Otakon, Mihara-sensei! Is this your first time in the United States? Mitsukazu Mihara: Not only is it my first time in the United States, it's my first time traveling abroad. I'm having the best time!

Manga: What are you impressions of Otakon? Mitsukazu Mihara: I love it. All of these amazing cosplayers - I could sit and watch them all day long. This is something you just don't see in Japan!

Manga: In Japan, the vast majority of your fans are Gothic Lolita devotees. What attracted you to Gothic Lolita fashion? Mitsukazu Mihara: I just love the spirit of Gothic Lolita culture. When I first started drawing manga, Gothic Lolita was just taking off and I wanted to incorporate the trend. I think we've grown together. Actually, though, my first works were not Gothic Lolita - they were inspired more by punk.

Manga: Let's back up a bit. How did you begin your career as a manga-ka? Mitsukazu Mihara: When I was first starting off, I was very much inspired by the work of Yumi Tada (Yukikaze, Ludlow Garage, Sitting in the Balcony). I actually became her assistant. While working for her, I was scouted and asked to enter my work in an amateur manga competition and was very surprised when I learned that I won! I then went on to submit my work to Shodensha, who accepted it. I've been extremely lucky in my career.

Manga: Other than Yumi Tada, who are some of your influences? Mitsukazu Mihara: Kazuo Umezu (Orochi, Scary Books) and Junko Mizuno (Hansel & Gretel, Pure Trance). I also really love Tim Burton.

Manga: Really? He's an influence? Mitsukazu Mihara: Oh yes! He's my biggest. Edward Scissorhands is my favorite film of his. I find the way he balances dark themes with humor and heart to be inspiring. And I can't wait to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and The Corpse Bride!

Manga: What about the science fiction aspect in many of your books? Your stories in Doll and Beautiful People remind me of the work of Isaac Asimov and Ray Bradbury. Are you a fan? Mitsukazu Mihara: I'm a very big fan of science fiction. Blade Runner is one of my favorite movies. I'm also a fan of Asimov's robot books. In fact, the dolls in Doll actually follow the Three Laws of Robotics, even though it's never explicitly stated.

Manga: Let's talk about Doll for a moment. Aside from being a great piece of science fiction, there are a lot of social and psychological issues brought up by it. Did you intend for it to make so many statements? Mitsukazu Mihara: Yes, there were many issues I wanted to write about. Domestic violence, for one, remains a problem in Japan, and I felt Doll could be a good place to address it.

(Off to the left:)

Doll is fearless in its subject matter, tackling controversial issues such as spousal abuse, gender inequality, bulimia and sexual objectification.

(Center, continuing from previous page:)

Mitsukazu Mihara: However, it was never intended to be at the sacrifice of the story. Telling a good story comes first.

Manga: Your stories often cross into the fantastic or surreal, but the characters and their emotions always feel real and relatable. How do you pull this off? Mitsukazu Mihara: I take my inspiration from my own life and I only write about what I know. Now, I'll often take familiar things and exaggerate them for effect, but I have to stick to what I'm familiar with. For me to do it any other way would weaken the story.

Manga: How does Gothic Lolita fit into it? Mitsukazu Mihara: In Doll, Gothic Lolita fashion symbolizes eternal beauty. The perfect Ghotic Lolita never ages - she remains young. It's as if she's not human, but a machine - or a doll.

Manga: Do you have a favorite character in Doll? Mitsukazu Mihara: I like Ichiro, the Remodeler. Of all the characters, he's the most I like.

Manga: What has your experience been like working with an American entertainment company, as opposed to a Japanese company? Mitsukazu Mihara: It's actually easier to work with TOKYOPOP than with Japanese companies. Most publishers are not as concerned with quality, but TOKYOPOP pays extra attention to keeping the integrity of my work. I am extremely happy.

Manga: What are you working on now? Mitsukazu Mihara: I have a couple of projects I'm working on: Doku Hime and Shigeshoshi.

Manga: Do you have a message for your fans in America? Mitsukazu Mihara: Thank you for all your support! I'm so pleasantly surprised and grateful that the American fans "get it" despite all of the cultural differences! The fact that Gothic Lolita is so popular here in the States pleases me very much!

(End of interview and article)

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MASTERLIST (FICS):

Hello everyone. This is probably what I have written and will be written as of now. Enjoy!

Samurai Love Ballad PARTY:

1. Living Circuits:

Nine men were kidnapped in across different spans of time and forcibly remodelled into cybernetic soldiers to do the evil organization, Black Ghost's, bidding on becoming weapons of waging war for profit. With the latest addition, Saizo wakes up with new abilities and lost memories befitting the organization's ideals of being the pinnacle of cybernetic warfare. He now finds himself rallying with, a fatherly scientist, an idealistic young one and the other obsolete models on this kind of evil before it reaches their families they left behind and the world at large.

Who is the monster and who is the man?

link: https://at.tumblr.com/atroniascreamsube/living-circuits-chapter-1-atroniascreamsube/gnbc6ggzsqxm

2. Coraline Inuchiyo AU

Where a preteen Toshiie is facing a difficult transition of moving into a strange place filled with even stranger people aside from his workaholic brother, Toshihisa, and his weirdo son, Keiji. Weirder things happen as a black button-eyed-doll in his image appears in his footsteps. Link:

3. Ghost Bride AU! Tokugawa Ieyasu x MC

Clandestine. That was the best way to describe this secret union between a dead zaibatsu heir and an impoverished young woman whose restaurant is facing multiple challenges of eviction and a slimy debt collector. From uncovering Ieyasu’s painful pasts to supernatural pressures around them, what else can go wrong for this young Tokugawa ghost bride? Link:

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Haikyuu

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Fics:

Blood Moon Tide (IwaOi) - Kageyama & Sugawara may be the last living waterbenders in South Pole but their predecessors fought hard against the Fire Nation raids 30 years prior. Will IwaOi shine through? Take a peek on the darkest moments of Southern Water Tribe: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27769768

Four Whispers of the Wind (Airbenders! Karasuno)- Wanna know how Nishinoya trained, Yamaguchi's latent abilities activated, Ennoshita's surprise or Yachi's survival? Tune in to their origin story in this ATLA AU on the link below! https://archiveofourown.org/works/27770224

Into The Soaring Waves (ATLA AU! Haikyuu)- It's been one hundred years since the Fire Nation has plunged the world into total darkness along with the Air Nomads in its fiery wake. With Fire Nation's conquest laying the world into ruins, people abandoned all hope that the Air Nomad Avatar didn't perish along with his people.Until three hopeful Water Tribe Villagers, Sugawara, Daichi and Kageyama, rowing on the icy waters of South Pole and a freak incident shook the sea's secret in its icy cage- the long lost Avatar Shouyou. Fire Nation is more determined than ever to not let the key to their defeat soar.

BOOK 1: WATER https://archiveofourown.org/works/32261050

Binding (Sincerely Yours) (SakuAtsu/Virgin CEO Omega! Sakusa Kiyoomi x Employee Alpha! Atsumu)- https://archiveofourown.org/works/35227714

A well-known Under-40 executives in Japan, 31-year-old Sakusa Kiyoomi is nearing advanced maternal age and yearns to have pup but being a secretly unmated male omega in the cutthroat business world threatens his familial legacy as the only living heir of the company.

Deep within smiles, 26-year-old corporate slave Miya Atsumu is crumbling financially as his father has cancer and onigiri miya was in bad spot. Career-ending injury in his volleyball career siphoned most of his money to surgeries, physical and mental therapy from the aftermath.

Then, Atsumu finds himself in between an irresistible offer in a secret meeting with the CEO: He will be rewarded with five hundred million yen in exchange for siring his pups with the assurance of no commitments towards raising the pups afterwards. After getting tangled in sheets, nothing else is suppose to happen until something... Something happens.

Written in Sakura Blossoms (SakuAtsu/Virgin CEO Omega! Sakusa Kiyoomi x Heat Partner Alpha! Atsumu)-https://archiveofourown.org/works/39977364

Seemingly a prickly distant Alpha, 31-year-old Sakusa Kiyoomi is well-known for his cold and iron-clad image which earned the moniker "cactus" and the ranks of one of the under 40 CEOs among his peers. But inside closed doors and away from public eye, he's just as pliant as any Omega especially when their instincts long for pups or a mate. Despite his moniker, people forget that even the giant saguaro cacti blooms flowers on hot desert nights as he seeks an agency to help him bloom once and for all.

Sakusa hires Alpha Atsumu to breed him and gets more than what he bargained for.

Enveloped in Your Tenderness (SakuAtsu, Omega Kiyoomi x Alpha Atsumu)- https://archiveofourown.org/works/43850262

In which Sakusa Kiyoomi wants a perfect Christmas with his mate Atsumu but things went downhill. Yet a Christmas miracle somehow made it even better.

Into the Crimson Peak (Crimson Peak! AU OsaAka)- https://archiveofourown.org/works/35267107

In Victorian Era, Akaashi Keiji, a budding writer and heir of a vast fortune, finds himself swept on the arms of the charming Lord Miya Osamu's to his dilapidated ancestral manor in England after series of familial tragedies. As time goes by, the secrets leech like the red clay mines beneath in its decaying walls and holds on to more things that shouldn't be.

Akaashi finds himself fighting for his life from the whirlwind of horrors inside the Allerdale Hall's ghosts of past-- a house that breathes and remembers.

Fiesta! Fiesta! (Shiratorizawa and Seijoh Christmasing in the Philippines)-https://archiveofourown.org/works/28385931

Day 2: Festivals and Fiestas

In which the Seijoh and Shirtorizawa realize how Filipinos always love fiestas-- an understatement especially to the party loving and merry making Ibanag with all the overflowing shenanigans awaiting. Celebrate fiesta in Tuguegarao fashion!

Wagi (Shiratorizawa and Seijoh Christmasing in the Philippines pt.2)-https://archiveofourown.org/works/28453833

(n.): Sibling.

Christmas season and weddings are one of the best ways for a family that was once broken in discord. How will the bonds of the cousins and power of friendship repair what was left? In midst of brokenness, a newfound hope, love and family is found over touching one's roots.

#haikyuu #karasuno #shiratorizawa #aoba johsai #seijoh #sakuatsu #osaaka #iwaoi #samurai love ballad party #patti writes #miya atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #miya osamu #akaashi keiji

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