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kalieros · 11 months

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I’ve been having thoughts.. about visiting your parents house for the first time with your fav.

AN: reader is Cis!female but I tried to make it easy to read for all regardless of gender preference :). ALSO, MDNI this is for mature audiences only.

Mentioned: size kink, dom/sub dynamics, use of "daddy," some manhandling and roughness, hairpulling, implied oral fixation, definitely NSFW. This is un poquito filthy...

Imagine: Kirishima, bakugou, NATSUO, AIZAWA, hawks, endeavor, deku, sero, SHINSOU, reiner, eren, zeke, mayhaps Connie if you squint

The two of you arrived early in the week at your childhood home for a visit, nervous for your parents’ approval. In truth, this visit has its reasons - things were getting serious between the two of you for some time and you were looking forward to introducing your parents to someone that could potentially become a more permanent part of your life. While you knew your parents would truly love the man you'd come to know and appreciate, the anxiety of the situation has gotten to his head a little.

Since you’d arrived that morning he’d been bending over backwards to get your dad to approve of him.

And everything was going just peachy until you asked your daddy to pass the salt at dinner - and that did not end well.

After a huge argument broke out between you and your father the two of you scurried off to your childhood bedroom to unpack and unwind from the events of the day (i.e: to hide).

“I’m sorry again,” he said, covering his face in a sweater he’d pulled out of the suitcase on the floor. “I wish I could just take it back.”

It wasn't like him to so visibly indicate his discomfort. The image worried you, his eyes downcast in a way that you had only seen a time or two before.

You shushed him, bringing your hands around his neck and leaning in. “Baby, don’t worry about it for now.. This was just a hiccup. Everything else went fine, I'm sure they'll overlook it. Plus... it was kind of funny.”

You ended that last note with a whisper, a playful grin painting itself across your face as you nuzzled your face between his cheek and raised arms.

The tactic worked, effectively breaking him out of his worry.

He laughed and huffed, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his forehead against yours. You were thankful he was easy to talk to on nights like these.

“You say that but I’m going to take the brunt of this,” he remarked, looking down at you pointedly. "They'd never blame you for this situation, even though you're the one that got us into this mess," he prodded, eyebrow lifting in an unimpressed stare.

"I have no idea what you're talking about" you feigned, looking up at him through innocent, fluttering lashes with a hand over your heart. "It was an honest mistake, nothing more. There's no way they'd hold it against us!" You leaned in, lips brushing his with a slight challenge.

"Nothing's gonna happen, I promise... daddy."

In an instant he was on you, lifting you up by the thighs and slamming you onto the bed with a thud.

You laughed and smiled, catching your breath at his sudden playfulness. Thank god your room was on the first floor.

He crawled onto the bed, looming over you with a devious look.

"Oh baby, you know how I feel about you calling me that." He practically growled, prowling forward until his entire body covered yours. His massive shoulders looked so powerful, and you felt so small under his gaze. Those piercing eyes roamed up and down your body, taking it in.

His right hand found its way to your hip, trailing up over your side and onto your chest, gripping you. You whimpered, a shudder rippling through your spine.

"Honey, I was just messing with you - " you started, a waver in your voice.

"Say it again," he whispered. An order.

"I-"

"Say it. Again." He ordered, eyes locked onto yours. Your eyes dropped, his stare intense and overwhelming, despite the numerous times you'd been in this exact situation with him. A fire at the base of your stomach began to pool, making you squirm with excitement.

"Daddy, I was just -"

He flipped you over with a motion so swift you saw stars. Hands groped and molded your ass under your skirt as he pushed it up and over your hips. A loud smack sounded throughout the room and you gasped, softly begging him to be careful about the noise. You would not want a repeat, much less a worse situation, than what happened at dinner.

He laughed and smacked your ass again. "Is that how you speak to me, baby? At least say please." He began to work your panties down your thighs, massaging your ass as he tossed them to the side. He thumbed at your hole teasingly, a gentle hum rolling off his tongue at the sight.

You whined, the feeling in between your thighs growing warmer and warmer. Your core ached for him already, and he'd barely gotten started.

"Please... Daddy... be careful about the noise." You rubbed your thighs together desperately, hiding your face in the mattress.

He sneered and grabbed your hair, pulling you back up. You cried out in response to the sudden jerk of his hand. "Do I need to do something to ensure you stay quiet too, baby?"

A tear rolled down your cheek, something he'd probably enjoy if he could see it. He smacked your ass again, harder this time, nudging your legs apart. You couldn't help it - you moaned loudly in response, wincing.

"I know what will fix that, baby," he sneered. A zipper sounded behind you as you heard him drop his jeans. Oh, what you would give to have him in your mouth right now, but you knew that wouldn't happen. That would have been a reward.

No. This was a punishment, whether he'd said it aloud or not. This was for the trouble earlier, at dinner. And he was teasing you by letting you hear exactly what you're missing.

A silent moan crept up at the thought, and before you could muffle it behind a hand, he had lifted you up on all fours, pulling your arms back behind you and holding them with one hand. You arched to fit his position, feeling his heavy length pressed up against your ass. The position was sinful - he had so much control over you, and his size was unmistakable against your body.

He reached around and slid his other hand's first two fingers into your mouth. You whined and sucked, lathing your tongue over the digits. "That's it, honey, there ya go," he chuckled darkly, rutting between your legs with a growing speed. He only teased his length, just enough to feed the embers of your desire without fully feeding any flames. It was torture, your body responding quickly to his movements.

The fingers in your mouth felt sinful as he leaned down to kiss along your shoulders, whispering about how filthy you were for provoking him. How he could feel your excitement between your legs, coating his cock and waiting for him to take.

"Please, daddy," you whined in desperate whispers. Your words came out muffled, but you whimpered and pushed back, grinding against him. "Please give me your cock!"

He moaned at your words and clasped his hand over your mouth before sheathing his full length inside you. The both of you swore, and what felt like hours of anticipation was satiated as you felt full.

So full and complete. You smiled, a quiet thank you escaping your lips as he began to piston in and out, his hand still covering your mouth. The other hand moved to grab your waist, anchoring him in place as he leaned over you and fucked into you over and over.

The feeling of his huge body on top of yours intensified everything - his hurried motions, his tight grip on your waist, the feeling of his hard length reaching so deep, his quiet groans and praises in your ear, the hand at your mouth demanding silence. His breath lay heavy on your neck as he pulled you to meet his every thrust, leaving you breathless and starstruck.

It was too much. You could feel yourself trembling, your thighs shaking. He grunted as you squeezed him and in turn, he quickly put his fingers back into your mouth, pulling even more pleasure from your lips. Whimpers spilled out around his fingers as he pumped them back and forth across your tongue, sending you over the edge. You came and he shuddered, your body constricting him as he filled you up, finishing inside. His hands fell to your sides, pulling you against him as he flipped the two of you over on your sides.

The both of you clasped hands, catching your breath. You remembered for the second time tonight that you were in your childhood room, the daze wearing off. You looked up at the ceiling and sighed happily, chest heaving.

"That was...." you began, at a loss for words. You looked over to see him smiling at you, those piercing eyes gazing at you in adoration. He brought your hand to his mouth, kissing it softly.

"Come on, baby. Daddy's gonna clean you up now," he laughed, picking you up off the bed and carrying you to the shower.

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bandaged-writer · 1 year

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𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗦

pov. he confesses his feelings to you feat. dazai, kunikida, ranpo + odasaku

warnings. blood, imminent death (chuuya)

note. i'm sorry for making chuuya suffer, but i love torturing my favs 🧎🏻‍♀️

𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨

Just underneath a little hill, Yokohama's summer festival slowly comes to an end. People shuffle through the alleyways, stalls sell their remaining treats all while the moon hangs high in the sky with all its stars and galaxies.

A chilly breeze makes you shudder, but it's nothing compared to Dazai's warmth seeping into your veins and sheltering you from the summer wind. It's comfortable to lean against his yukata-clad form, a tranquil smile on his handsome face and cicadas humming in the background. If this moment wasn't transient, you'd like to live in this little bubble forever.

"You know," Dazai breaks the silence with a voice smooth as silk. Hazel eyes gaze up at the moon before they settle upon your face. Skin dipped in orange hues, eyes soft like feathers and a smile upon your lips which is reserved for him only. "The moon looks beautiful tonight, doesn't it?"

A few agonizing months have passed in which Dazai's heart has been oddly attached to you. Your presence in the office which he eagerly awaits, the little lunch dates that you vehemently vow are not dates but rather a fun outing, your smile which crinkles the corner of your eyes. Oh, how long it has taken him to accept that he is in love with you.

You hum in response, stand on your tippy toes and press a chaste kiss to Dazai's cheek. "It certainly does."

𝗞𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗞𝗜𝗗𝗔 𝗗𝗢𝗣𝗣𝗢

"[Name]. Every time I see you, my heart suddenly skips a beat and.."

It's embarrassing, really. To practice his big confession in front of the mirror in the Agency's bathroom, seeking the right phrases to accurately describe his feelings towards you, but not one syllable is able to catch your vibrancy.

Kunikida exhales in frustration. If you checked off all the ideals he had written down years ago, this would've been easier, Kunikida thinks. As an idealist, he has an ideal image of his partner and, of course, desires an ideal confession, but he just has to fall in love with someone who defies his ideals.

"Damnit," he curses and stares into the sink. "How am I supposed to declare my love for someone like [Name]?"

"Oh, you love me?"

Scarlet hues dust Kunikida's cheeks and the tips of his ears, a cold shiver rolls down his spine. Oh no. No, no, no. He, who is always so careful, forgot to lock the bathroom's door? And worst of all..

You have heard his entire meltdown.

May the ground swallow him whole this instant.

"You misunderstand! Iㅡ"

Cutting him off, laughter spills from your lips and you wipe a singular tear from your eye. "Kunikida, nothing in this world is perfect. Neither your beloved schedule nor you or me. We are all flawed, but that's what makes your confession so beautiful."

As a grin splits your lips and your toes support your weight, you press a delicate kiss to his firestruck cheek. "I'm in love with you, too. And I hope you'll take me out to dinner tonight. Sounds good, doesn't it, Kunikida?"

Still struck by lightning, the idealist is frozen in place by your surprise visit, by his carelessness, by your bold advances. Each event is only slowly processed, but once the situation ceases to exist like a dandelion in the wind does Kunikida break his stillness.

"I've got..a date..?"

𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗣𝗢 𝗘𝗗𝗢𝗚𝗔𝗪𝗔

Everything Ranpo loves is either sugary sweet or murderously mysterious and luckily for you, the detective is a firm believer of you being as enticing as the pocky stick between his lips.

"Hey [Name], do you want some?," Ranpo asks, crumbs of pocky sticking to the corner of his mouth.

A giggle bubbles in the back of your throat. Sitting in front of Ranpo's desk, you take a pocky stick from the package he wiggles in his hands. "To think that I'd live long enough to witness you sharing your candy. It borders on a miracle," you joke.

Usually, Ranpo would hide his snacks in the drawers of his desk and lock them up, carrying the key in his pocket so that none of his greedy colleagues would lay a hand on his treasured treats. For exceptionally special sweets, he even has a safe. Unfortunately, Ranpo can't lock you up like this.

Not that he would, but if you happened to be a raspberry-flavored lollipop, he'd keep you safe in that little box.

"You're lucky I love you or else I wouldn't be sharing with you!"

"Wait..you..love me..?"

Oh.

Ranpo blinks owlishly.

For a detective of his caliber, he sure sucks at keeping his own little secrets.

𝗖𝗛𝗨𝗨𝗬𝗔 𝗡𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔

When Chuuya confesses his feelings, he fears you're about to slip through his fingers like many other subordinates have before you. Delicate hands clutch the wound on your stomach, pained groans leave your battered lips and your head slips in and out of consciousness. Whether it is due to blood loss or the pain, you do not know.

The only thing you know for sure is that Chuuya is carrying you, hurrying through shady alleyways to get you back to the Boss so that he could stitch you back together with the hands of a doctor.

"Chuuya," you moan, pained, "I'm not going to make it. There's..no need to run like this.."

Curses spill from his mouth like water from an overflowing sink. Sweat trickles down his temple, gloved fingers grasp you tighter, pull you closer to his body. Why are you so cold? Or is this merely his mind playing tricks on him? No, don't think, just run. Run, run, run.

"You must be stupid to think that I'd let the one I love die!"

Your lips curve into a smile and you rest your head on Chuuya's chest, just underneath his collarbone. His heart is pounding against his sternum. Blood hums in his veins. "I guess..," you start, "It'd be nice to experience being loved by..," a cough interrupts you, blood stains your mouth, "..by someone like you."

Chuuya wants to cry. Why do the ones he love always leave him behind in the most cruel ways?

𝗢𝗗𝗔 𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗘

A cigarette hangs from Odasaku's lips. He, by no means, likes the taste of nicotine nor does he like the thought of his lungs covered in onyx toxins, but old habits die hard. The guys at the mafia are to blame for his occasional cigarette, or so Odasaku likes to think whenever he lights the stick.

You're rambling about your day with a lollipop stuck between your teeth, walking alongside Odasaku who had turned off the busy shuffling of people among the streets, the sound of your voice and the endless chatter. He is in no way bored. Rather, he is mesmerized by the beauty you carry and that he has failed to notice until today.

No, you have always been beautiful, Odasaku corrects himself. When little Sakura braids your hair and puts funny pins in your locks, when you tie it into a messy bun after a rough shift, when you wake up with eyes as small as a peanut, because the light feels, and he quotes, "like acid in your eyes".

Warmth, ease, comfort. Once these three words are weaved together by fate itself, they tangle two people together until one of them realizes that it is love they're experiencing. Love for a pet, a dear friend or a significant other doesn't matter, because love is love. No form of love is inferior to the other.

Ah, so that's what it is.

He's been in love with you all along.

"Why are you staring? It's making me nervous." Endless rambles come to an end and your hand finds home in the nape of your neck. A sheepish smile graces your features.

Smoke leaves through the crack of Odasaku's lips before the cigarette itself is tossed into a trash can. He no longer needs it. "Nothing. I just..," he trails off, a pause follows and then an exhale. "I'm in love with you."

"Huh?" You trip over your shoelaces, almost choke on your lollipop and stare at Odasaku as if he has just said the L-Word. "Excuse me? I don't think I heard you?"

A man like Odasaku in love with you? Surely, the gods from above are having fun tweaking your hearing and tricking your heart into a game of Russian Roulette in which you can either emerge victorious or with a broken heart and waterfall eyes. Ridiculous, you swear. Absolutely unbelievable, you vow.

"I said I love you," Odasaku says louder this time and stops in his tracks. He regards you with eyes that are as blue as the ocean and reflect nothing but the sun, the truth, like azure mirrors.

Heat floods your face and for a moment, you squeeze your eyes shut. Jeez, he is always so painfully blunt, but it's exactly that trait which makes Odasaku so honest. Every man on earth likes to sugarcoat his sins, his lies, his truths, but Odasaku never hides anything. Even the corpses in his basement can't be hidden.

You smile. "I'd like to kiss you right now, but I don't think that strawberries and cigarettes go well together."

"I think they make quite the taste once together. You should give it a try."

#bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #kunikida doppo x reader #kunikida doppo #ranpo edogawa x reader #ranpo x reader #ranpo edogawa #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya nakahara #oda sakunosuke #odasaku x reader

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wearethewitches · 4 months

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i will definitely take you up on that offer! although dont get too distracted, masters and education is more important so stay on track. famdoms will be here when you’re done. now this isnt really a prompt, more to ask for your opinion. IF in some bg3 universe that was normal, how would ayling and isobel be as parents? (assuming through magic and or intervention of sêlune via moon fertility or something…) how do they react? to any and all their children or Valeria- reactions, parenting styles. you’ve given me brain worms Isobel is my fav

oooooh I have been thinking on this a lot (and thank-you! i have procrastinated by gutting my room instead and playing act 1 of bg3 with my new durge bard 😭).

so, your q: what would aylin & isobel be like as parents in a canon-like(?) universe?

i think first and foremost, they'd plan it out, with isobel being the one to have their children. in a more kind of classic scenario, i'd see isobel being hesitant to bring up the subject of children, and aylin quietly being the same but also settled into the idea of Not Having Children At All, then isobel bringing it up eventually and aylin seeing right through her in an instant; all for it, the both of them. then, they'd get selune's blessing, etc., and voila:

moon baby.

the vibe is very much VW road trip, because they're still actively doing good in the selunite community, and i have these images in my head of a silver-haired toddler, arms akimbo, riding about in a sling. aylin is showing them off constantly, and isobel is very pissed off that someone is attacking her while she's on a walk with her child.

i'd think that as time went by, there would be a veritable swarm of children, and no, isobel never gets tired of it. aylin is ecstatic. selune likes to visit them all and give them honeyed treats and like,, those sweet almond pastries. and occasionally a lemon, or something sour, just to keep them on their toes.

in a less classic scenario (i.e. "we tried to get pregnant and it turned out that aylin is the one having the kid, here, rather than isobel like planned"), i think they're more cautious? the difference here is that aylin can't be the big protector, not as far as she's used to, to there's a bit of role swap going on. their kids, plural, would have significant age-gaps.

(yeah there's no way i am not imagining isobel being gifted an elongated lifespan, somehow. no fucking way.)

hmmmmm...... parenting style-wise, they're very openminded, but i think they'd treat their kids like those no-socials celebrities do it, where their children are not blatant about their heritage, though unfortunately dnd rules state that aasimar (descendents or otherwise) are pretty much identifiable on sight, so i don't know how effective that would be.

either way, they'd really love their kids - though i think aylin misjudges what's appropriate sometimes. isobel hasn't had children before so she's equally in the dark, but aylin can be wildly right and wildly wrong in the kind of way that is "you cannot have hot things until you can speak full sentences" and "why wouldn't i teach my baby how to cast an upcasted Moonbeam spell, it should be innate anyway". but for some reason, she draws the line at giving them weapons, though not a specific some reason, aylin just has the page -> squire -> knight pipeline imprinted into her brain, and only one of those gets a sword full-time.

tfw isobel watches her babies bathe each other in magical moonlight and gets a creeping sense of dread, because one day - one day - she knows her children are going to have temper tantrum that could potentially level the house, and it's all because aylin thought it appropriate for their divine children to learn magic.

(i mean. it is? but also, they're children, who grow up being loved and adored and treated well, and those kinds of kids thrive. it's really not all that surprising they'd be brilliant at anything they chose to be.)

i had so much fun writing this, though i think i'll keep it at that for this ask. there were so many thoughts i had about Valeria specifically, but that's coming in the next chapter or so of (selune, thou).

genuinely loved this ask, 10/10 would do again.

#isobel thorm #aylin #dame aylin #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #babies #children #headcanons #bg3 headcanons #fic #asks #asks from the void

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infipretty · 2 years

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Ohh btw, i forgot to add my exchange for you 😭. May i send this ask ?

005/Future Spouse 1st impression in their words :

Your exchange, "............" i'm sorry, they lost their words TT i'll describe it instead. It might happen at night time, he will be the first one to notice you. I have this one image of how it would look like, i will put the photo bellow. It seems like you're quite focusing on something, but him, his eyes naturally set on you. You might look quite happy that night, you smile quite brightly. I heard "Beautiful .." i really didn't get words from him TTTT i'll describe his feelings instead lol, man is too stunned to speak ✋, here we go "she looks so ethereal, who is she ? I want to know her this instant." "Beautiful" "beautiful" i keep hearing beautiful, damn. His eyes might widen up when he saw you. You def will leave a pretty strong 1st impression on him. I got 50/50 for whether he will approach you/whether you two will talk that night, i'm not sure. There seems to be a crowded place where you two first meet. One word, he is stunned

Asjskjssk i can't find the right image that describe my vision !!! TTTTT I DRAW IT INSTEAD- PLS DON'T MIND THE BAD ASS DRAWING 😭 but yea that's the vision. But he stand a bit further than how i drew and there's a lot of peoples.

Initial : N♒

Fav placement : Pluto in 1st house

That's it, i hope you like it, tysm in advance !! I hope i'm not late 😭

[TWENTY ONE]

Hello @purpleorchidss ! <3 thankyou for joining my game + the amazing exchange and apologies for the delay.

Feedback - PLSSSSS THIS IS CRAZY GOOOD. Not you drawing your vision quite literally for me to understand, that was very very sweet of youuu! This reading more or less completely aligns with the ones that I have got before and my own intuition. Very spot on, loved it. Thanks again for all the efforts!

「𝟎𝟎𝟓 - Your Future spouse's first impression of you in their words」

♡ Cards Pulled : The Emperor, Justice, King of wands, Queen of wands and 3 of wands

The first time I saw you, I wasn't entirely sure if we could become friends or if I even wanted to become friends with you. I wanted to get to know you, sure. I also wanted to get closer to you and although, I had felt a connection with you from the moment I came across you, I thought that it'd be better if we keep our distances from one another or else, our egos and personalities will eventually crash amongst many other things. For some reason, I was very attracted to you but at the same time, somewhat repelled too(?) which is weird because that's not how you're supposed to feel about a complete stranger. You were (and are) a treat to eyes that day, the way your hair was falling on your face had me smiling to myself. You looked incredibly pretty, almost untouchable and way too out of reach for me. You seemed so different from me, probably everything about you was different from everything about me and yet I thought we were so alike. Something was very fierce about your presence, your eyes mostly shined like a star. Your gaze had a confidence that could make anyone, anybody uncomfortable easily if they challenge you. I did know you for a while even before thanks to our common friends and acquaintances but I never cared enough to actually notice you (my bad), I thought you were probably cocky, rude and full of yourself. But then again, now I know how wrong I was about you. You felt like a mirror to me, giving me back what I'm giving out and I guess that is why I projected my not so great qualities on you and made a wrong image of you in my head (again, my bad). And now that I think about it all, I think my first impression of you would be someone worth it. Worth everything. Someone who knows their own worth, someone who's misunderstood but also someone who's incredibly giving, kind and generous. Someone who matches my energy and also, someone who could be my greatest love or the greatest heartbreak.

[extra note by Kas - I tried my best to put his emotions into words, there seems to be a lot. It's honestly giving enemies to lovers kinda thing, not exactly enemies at first but not friends either. It's like he knew he wanted to pursue someone who could break him or make him and he wanted to take the chance. Impressive. ]

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punk-in-docs · 1 year

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Hello, hello! 🥰

For the ask post, I would like to ask about "Pick Your Poison" + Questions #1 and #5. 🌸

Hello my Angel 💜 Ahhh, Pick Your Poison. Seminal Prince Paul and my beloved ‘enemies who fuck’ trope- (my fav)

1. What inspired you to write the fic this way?

I can safely answer this one with two things; TV shows. Catherine the Great 2019, and The Great with Elle Fanning and Nicholas Hoult. I think it’s cause they’re so visual as starting points, and I just get this dynamite hit of pretty instant images in my head, and the environment I want to write these characters in.

The Great is so satirical and blunt with everything from sex scenes to killing and it’s very plain how Russian and cutthroat the environment is. Catherine and her upstanding thinking compared to the idiots and court and her mercurial maniac husband. Of course, the series with Joe was just as stunning and Helen Mirren? Eat my heart out ma’am. It’s a lot darker and less quipping. But it’s a very brutal depiction how how she interacted with the court, the nobles, her son, how she ruled, who her lovers were.

I definitely think the Great inspired the way I use language for his piece. It is historical but everyone is very upfront with everything. Catherine is a hawk. Paul is just rubbed up the wrong way by her. And Paul x Tsarevna’s snappy energy around each other being a sexual frisson of hatred and loathing is definitely something sparky that the Great portrays well about hate/love relationships. So those would be my main inpso points for sure- (I’m rambling now, sorry. I could talk the warts off a frog)

5. What part was hardest to write?

Oddly enough, the sex scene between them at the end in the garden. I swung wildly between wanting to make it longer and more languid and yet at the same time I still think it could be better. It felt a little rushed to me, which was the nature of it but at the same time I really struggled to know what more I could add. But I just knew from the beginning it has to end with showing off Catherine’s clever manoeuvring (I think I’m more proud of that than I am the sex scene tb!)

#punkwrites #prince paul fanfiction #prince paul catherine the great #prince paul imagine #prince paul fanfic #prince paul smut #pick your poison #prince paul x tsarevna #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn characters

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sunshineandviolets · 2 years

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pros and cons of dating rahul and/or jasmine?

Hi!!! thank you! decided to answer for both <3

Jasmine

Pros:

Is an excellent cook - will treat her SO too homemade meals , even will allow to join her in the kitchen as she experiments with different ingredients & spices.

Sometimes the best dates are just the two of them, huddled close with cushions & blankets when watching movies.

Another personal favourite date of hers would be museum dates. once she becomes comfortable with someone, can become their personal tour guide. wont be afraid to ramble on, when she trusts she can be herself around the other.

Will treat her SO as the centre of her world, thinks very highly of them and make them not feel ignored/unloved.

Cons:

Is very overprotective, unintentionally self-sacrificing when it comes to loved ones.

Will put their needs over hers.

Is very closed off, would take a while for her to open up to someone. Hard to speak about true feelings.

Can be self deprecating to herself, doesn't believe in compliments as much as she wants. Will be the first one to insult herself before another could.

Rahul

Pros:

Making playlists/sharing songs and writing music is his love language.

Loves to give morning kisses as surprises; be it just as they wake up, during breakfast, before work. Catching them off guard with a kiss is one of his fav past times.

Would be an instant hype man for his SO - showering them in compliments and supportive of their interests.

Will send funny memes/gifs with the caption "I thought of you <3" in either an affectionate or teasing way - depends on the SO.

Cons:

Is a bathroom hog. Will spend ages in the shower and doing his hair/makeup. Worse 'cause- he's counterspace is an absolute mess.

Even through he's supportive of other's interests - is insecure about his own. esp if they don't align to his 'cool dude' image. Very much cares a lot what other people thinks of him.

'cause of his issues - can be a little jealous at times. Does want to try and trust their partner, but would need reassurance - so he doesn't get hurt again or made out to be a fool.

Despite falling for someone fast (and cause of parental issues) is hesitant using the word "love" - will take a while before he becomes ready for that and what it means.

Send me an OC and I’ll give you the pros and cons of dating them. (still open)

#Rahul is a hopeless romantic but also a mess <3 #Jasmine would take a while to actually date someone - but when she does... she will treat them like they are her world #oc: jasmine amari #oc: rahul chandra #ask game #apologises if this got a little long heh

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dongzhou3kingdoms · 1 year

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Newsletter+Tales of 3Kingdoms Chapter 2

Baptiste Pinson Wu sent out his latest newsletter and chapter. Friendly, sounds like an intresting year and a busy one (including for his readers) 2023. It was fitting for a January to look back on a year that brought in child and book, even as Baptisite suffered via covid and DW film (one may have marginally been worse then the other)

A fair bit of the newsletter is to tease Book 2: Heroes of Chaos, coming on March 15th. Gives him a chance to talk about Cao Cao (with pictures of some fav adaptations) and the title but also builds up more secondary figures arriving and doing a DW tease (combined with a pleasant olden picture of one iconic early scenes of the novel). It also provides another of the side stories, of possibly the most popular character of the first novel (Chen Shou's biggest failing is failure to wrote of this chap)

Cover

Honest about the cover and having to adapt but what comes out well. The general cover keeps a good balance between similar to book 1 while shifting it enough to be different and stand out. The youth in armour, straggly facial hair, well equipped and armoured but still very much a reminder that Liao Hua may be growing to be a warrior but he is a youngster coming of age. Nice touch the Chinese characters, I liked the sense of the red sun and the way the colour makes me thinking of a setting sun (and fire) and I liked the marching image at the back. The back cover "190 set up", a quick reminder of where we are, highlighting coalition, Cao Cao and Liao Hua with some neat turns of phrase though I find the Cao Cao section of newsletter and fondness of first book more of a pull.

Cao Cao

I enjoy Baptiste bringing to light lesser known figures and I look forward to seeing who he brings forward, how he plays with iconic scenes but the Cao Cao bit excited me. I love Cao Cao of the novel, of DW for similar reasons to many, the great driving force who deserves the nickname Hero of Chaos but it leads to problematic views of the man.

Baptiste has talked before of one flaw of the novel is how big figures become instant heroes. Warriors look at a weapon and instantly kill champions, people never see battle before come up with game changing strategies. War happens and for many, Cao Cao instantly takes to it like a duck to water, he as able at the start as he is at his peak. He forges the world by sheer will and ability which isn't really how the historical era (or history) works but it is part of his modern appeal.

Baptiste talks of Cao Cao, like the young Liao Hua, needing to grow and of image taking a hit. Seeing a non-peak Cao Cao but someone needing to grow and learn is a Cao Cao I want to see. Not that I don't love "hero of chaos Cao Cao" but it would be good to see Cao Cao as someone who, though he has great talent, is more human and having to take the hits of inexperience. With Baptiste having shown such strength in coming of age, I look forward to seeing that

Also promises a (another) Cao Cao poem!

Tales of three Kingdoms: Fat Ling

So yeah I certainly didn't expect to come out of reading the novel and loving a villager Liao Hua knew. I did really enjoy Cheng Yuanzhi and the dynamics with Liao Hua but there was something about that unexpected transformation of that character that seemed to capture not just me. When hearing of the side stories, one part of me did go "oh I would love to see parts that were not in the novel", another went "Fat Ling!" Baptiste has adjusted to the demand smoothly. A change of style to try a different way (as he likes to do for these side stories) which mostly works. Nodding to the past as it fits into the world, setting up for the long term by gently moving pieces while telling tale, keeping to the theme of people developing and learning. I like it retains the village far away is not always aware of how the world is going feel, one segment felt forced but overall was a sweet and fun short tale.

Spoilery stuff below

I liked the use of Fat Ling trying to write a promised letter framing the story, how he handles it shaping the segment the story. That initially he lacks confidence, he is uncertain about the words to choose and limited literacy hampers him was a lovely touch, how easily things could be distracted and how things changed with help. Some sweet lines from Ling to his young friend as he tells of how life is going. I enjoyed the way Ling's part in the first novel played a part in this, his bond with Liao Hua, his memories of Cheng Yuanzhi, the confidence gained from his role. But also how even in the short story, Ling was evolving on his own journey (via the letters). Ling's journey with writing, his thoughts of his friend and his own life provide the emotional heart. It was nice seeing glimpses of Fa Jia Po changing during times of peace, I liked the play on the migration shifts and the way change of governorship also had an impact on their nearby city. I feel it could have done with one more segment, perhaps to add a bit more on Ling's changing life and the change of the village as finding out he got married (though teased) and had a kid felt sudden.

The way Ling's fortunes is connected to Cao Cao is done smoothly without pushing Ling too far in importance, the Cai's treating Ling as a potential asset for future. The idea of it then biting Ling later when Cao Cao's position changes is a good one but the interrogation scenes felt the weakest part of the tale. The dynamics between Cai Mao and Fat Ling felt a little forced to suit the situation, Ling's heroic stand felt something he could do but also that something the author needed him to do rather then a moment I cheered. It ends well with Cai Mao's warning and Ling's dawning realization providing a fitting teasing last line.

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darth-caillic · 1 year

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all of plants & nature for my new fav naomi pls 🖤

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

It would be made up of Anemone Liatris Hollyhock. Anemones are windflowers that would present how Naomi likes to hang out with strange animals. Liatris for her overall bright attitude. Hollyhock for her ambition. Her fav flower overall would be Hollyhock.

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

Naomi wants to be an amazing physic more than anything. She'd be willing to do a lot of things but probably not if she has to throw a friend under the bus.

🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?

Naomi has a pretty short fuse. If you're annoying her, she tells you.

🌺 HIBISCUS - do they have any allergies?

Off the top of my head, peanuts.

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

Big fan of fall. Not to cold not too hot. Good colours.

🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?

100% Naomi loves animals and can find being indoors to be a bit stuffy. Favourite outdoor activity would be casual walks.

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

Early to rise for sure. I think the first thing they would do is sitting for their phone for 15 minutes.

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

I thought about them being afraid of water. Now I'm leaning more towards heights.

🌹 ROSE - do they like valentines day? have they been confessed to before? have they confessed to anyone before?

Naomi's never dated pre-series, so doesn't celebrate it herself, but does enjoy the embarrassing stories from other people. A few people have confessed to her, but she's not really been interested much to Enid's dismay.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

Naomi can be a little cynical but doesn't like to show it. Preferring to try and be more of a positive force for the people around her. She also doesn't like talking about her childhood.

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

If she thinks you're being an ass, she will tell you.

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

"Your trips through the mental world are a waste of everyone's time."

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood? 🍀 CLOVER - do they believe in luck? are they lucky?

First time Dream Eater showed them how to enter others' minds. I wouldn't say they believe in luck. They would believe in people's actions and cause and affect.

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

Yes, they would, but it'd be an extremely hard decision. She has things she wants, but she wouldn't be able to give up her family/friends for them.

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

The biggest inspiration for Naomi is Raz from Psychonauts. I've started playing that game recently and love that funky little guy. The first thing I decided on was their face claim Ariela Barer. An image of her popped into my mind, and I went with it.

𝐎𝐂 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒!

#askcj #naomi moreno

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hyunsuks-beanie · 2 years

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Sunghoon NSFW Alphabet

Mellow speaks: Everyone's favorite NSFW Alphabet is back, y'all!! I have five requests for this series as of now, and I'm here to deliver on that! Sunghoon is the first one of the lot, and I had so much fun writing this one like, this might as well become my fav one in the entire series hehe (until the Yeonjun one comes up at least xD). Hope you guys enjoy reading this, bc I thoroughly loved writing it. My inbox is open as always, and everyone is welcome!

Tagging: @freckledwinterfalls

A = Aftercare

(What they’re like after sex)

He'd be such a tease oh my goodness. The moment he comes down from his high, he'll start annoying the hell out of you, saying stuff like "You were honestly so tight for me" or "Your pretty voice must have woken the neighbors up." But he means well, and even while he's saying borderline lewd things, he will be taking amazing care of you, wiping you gently with a warm towel, careful not to apply too much pressure to places where he knows you're sore. Things go south pretty often, his lips which were supposed to place butterfly kisses to your lips and skin end up leaving open-mouthed ones as you think, "Here we go again."

B = Body part

(Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He's pretty much in love with his entire body (as he should be), but if he were to pick one part, it'd probably be his legs, which have been supporting him all his life, first as a figure skater and now as an idol. Even with you, he loves how they give him the strength and balance he needs to show you a good time without going weak too soon. As for you, there's just something about your face that gets him going, your beautiful lips and pretty cheeks being his favorite targets for both, gentle kisses and quick slaps mid-sex. The way your features contort into pure pleasure when you're doing it just fills him with pride, knowing he's the one who's showing you heaven.

C = Cum

(Anything to do with cum basically)

Sunghoon often tends to fall asleep on top of you after having sex at night, his cock buried deep inside your vagina, especially after an somnophiliac episode. And so, it just fills him up with lust yet again when he watches his seed, mixed with your fluids, seeping out of your hole when he finally pulls away after hours. You look way too gorgeous to handle in that instant, and more often than not, it leads to to fresh new round.

D = Dirty Secret

(Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sunghoon seems like the type to be really big on somnophilia, but he'll never tell you just what he feels whenever he catches you asleep. The way his mind quickly fills up with nothing but images of you writhing under him, looking like an angel wearing his clothes, your eyes blown out and half-lidded at the same time, sleep and arousal at constant odds with each other. You look like the purest person on earth to him at that moment, and he can do nothing but ruin you, absolutely ruin you.

E = Experience

(How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He can be quite cocky inside the bedroom, but in reality, he's still quite nervous in his mind, knowing that he's not the best when it comes to being experienced. Sure, he's a fast-learner, but that doesn't mean he's not scared of not meeting your expectations. But little does he know that he's amazing at whatever he does, and when he decides to pleasure you, he only stops when all thoughts in your emind escape, only his name remaining.

F = Favourite Position

(This goes without saying)

Missionary, because he loves to watch the way his length moves in and out of you, and the way your boobs jiggle as you bounce your hips against his. Gives him even more chances to tease the shit out of you, his eyes trained on your face as he raptly studies the way your expressions change every so often.

G = Goofy

(Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He's quite intent on pleasuring you and himself, and so, goofing around inside the bedroom is much less common than him downright teasing you, degrading you at every chance he gets. But the smirk that's plastered on his face as the words slip past his lips is more than enough to have you rolling your eyes till they're stuck to the back of your skull, your own lips curved into a smile as you come with retorts every so often.

I = Intimacy

(How are they during the moment, romantic aspect-)

Despite being a tease and borderline asshole half the time, Sunghoon does know how to turn the mood of the room romantic in an instant, that pretty mouth of his spewing sweet compliments and confessions of love when he's not degrading the life out of you. But even his teasing is a way of showing his love for you, and you know it, well-aware of the fact that he's teasing you because he feels comfortable around you.

J = Jack Off

(Masturbation headcanon)

Sunghoon isn't particularly big on masturbating, your face and expressions being half the reason he hits his climax in the first place. Sure, he might agree to guided masturbation (with you on FaceTime, no less) every once in a while, but he usually sees jacking off as a hassle and would rather wait for you to help him. Even when you're sound asleep, he'd rather pound into you and wake you up than touch himself to the sight of your sleeping form. One thing he is quite keen on, though, is having you touch yourself in front of him while he does the same.

K= Kink

(One or more of their kinks)

Sunghoon really seems to be into somnophilia, and I think he would propose the same quite early on into your relationship. Even if don't consent, I see him as being turned on at the sight of you sleeping, but if you do, be prepared to be woken up super rudely to the best pleasure you could feel, at least once a week. There's nothing he loves more than to fuck your bleary-eyed, semi-asleep self into oblivion. Another kink I see him as having is definitely a degradation kink, perhaps with a hint of dumbification. He just loves calling you out for being weak for him, even though he finds it equal parts adorable and arousing. Expect him to call you all sorts of lewd names, his hand choking your neck as you enjoys your expressions.

L = Location

(Favourite places to do the do) The practice room is definitely one of his favorites, he just loves the way your reflections make you look even more fucked out than you already are, and the way the screens get all fogged up thanks to your steamy session. If you take interest in going ice-skating with him every once in a while, then soon enough, he would also take to banking you inside the locker room or perhaps even on the bleachers, booking the place just for the two of you, so that he can have sex with you without any interruptions.

M = Motivation

(What turns them on, gets them going)

As I said before, what really gets Sunghoon going is watching you sleep, your small and innocent form as you wear his clothes. The sight is capable of getting him hard in record time, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Another thing that turns him on is when you talk back to him, especially when he's angry/frustrated. He loves seeing the fire in you, though he would never admit to it, pretending to be pissed off to mask how horny he is.

N = NO

(Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I feel like Sunghoon wouldn't be into bondage. Like, he definitely won't allow you to tie him up, wanting to always be the dominant one inside the bedroom. But obviously, if it's about tying you up, then he's gonna be all game for it.

O = Oral

(Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He'll be the biggest tease whenever he's eating you out, speeding up when he has you teetering on the edge and pulling away only to leave you hanging, a smirk on his face. He is capable of making you cum multiple times, and edge you for hours at the same time. True devil, I swear. When he's on the receiving end though, he enjoys pulling on your hair and degrading you even though he's the vulnerable one. He loves it when you deepthroat him, thrusting his dick into your mouth until he's balls deep or until you gag. He just thrives on the sight of you so fucked out for him.

P = Pace

(Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

The pace depends on how much he wants to tease you. If he's in a jolly mood, expect him to go slow, teasing and edging the hell out of you but also throwing in a couple of sweet words that make you putty in his hands. On the other hand, if he's pissed off or if you're getting on his nerves, good luck to you because he's going to be relentless, not stopping until you're crying and begging.

Q = Quickie

(Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

As I said, he's usually into slower and longer sessions, wanting to overstimulate and draw you out for as long as your body can hold. Quickies are a thing only when you're really getting on his nerves or when he quickly needs to get a release and show you who the dom is, typically resulting in him dragging you to the closest equipment room/practice room.

R = Risk

(Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

As long as you're the one being experimented on, he's game for pretty much everything unless something comes across as blatantly weird/gross to him (fluid play and stuff like that, methinks). But other than that, he's down to try all sorts of things with you, from food play to somnophilia (duh), or from costume play to borderline (or full-fledged) BDSM.

S = Stamina

(How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Sunghoon can go on teasing you for hours on end, but that's usually when he makes use of his fingers or his mouth. When he's actually using his member though, he can still go for at least two rounds, or can draw you out for much longer, pulling out just before you reach your release. He surprisingly has amazing control, refusing to let go till he has you whimpering under him.

U = Unfair

(how much they like to tease)

The most unfair person you'll ever find, periodt. He literally thrives off you being an absolute mess for him, and he won't rest until he's satisfied with the amount of times he has made you beg for him. He will edge you at first, making you feel like you'll never reach your release. And then, it's all overstimulation, your body being sore from the sheer number of climaxes you have experienced. And obviously, there's also the lewd and downright vulgar pet names that are reserved only for you.

V = Volume

(How loud they are, what sounds they make)

A majority of the time, the sounrw he makes are actually the constant words of teasing that he subjects you to, mixed with a couple moans and groans of your name, especially when you give him head or when he enters you at last, his thick girth making often making him tell you just how tight you are for him.

X = X-Ray

(Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

This man exudes big dick energy, and I refuse to believe that he's small in any way. He's definitely big if not huge, and being the gentleman he is, I see him as keeping himself quite well-groomed too. He for sure won't disappoint, and his length is going to leave you sore the next day.

Y = Yearning

(How high is their sex drive?)

Sunghoon is always horny as long as things are about you. There isn't a moment where he doesn't want to pounce on you, and the smallest of nods from you are all he needs to drag you to the bedroom (or any room that's close by) for some fun. He's always eyeing you, a smirk on his face and a dirty comment ready at his disposal.

Z = Zzz

(How quickly they fall asleep after) Sunghoon likes to stay awake for at least a little while after you're done, wanting to show you some love (interspersed with lots of teasing yet again) while he lies on top of you, his dick still inside your hole. He usually falls asleep after you, a soft "I love you" escaping his lips as he peppers you sleeping face with kisses, before giving in to sleep himself.

#sunghoon #sunghoon smut #enhypen #enhypen smut #enhypen scenarios #heeseung #heeseung smut #jay smut #enhypen suggestive #jake #jay #jake smut #jake suggestive

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Sorry to bother u but I read your fic where mc is 7ft tall and man handle mammon like just yes your brain is so huge🙏 and now I can't stop thinking of the opposite like ridiculously short mc (Like 4'10 or somewhere around there) topping one of the bros and them being like 🥺😳.

Ty!!! I really loved writing it. I wrote some examples down below!

Lucifer would take it as a hit to his pride. Like, a tiny human dominating him? A strong, timeless demon? Hah! He’d love to see you try. And then you do. You bend him over his desk and fuck him silly and suddenly lucifer is a lot less egocentric around you. He treats you with more respect and quits poking fun at your height. Lest he wants to get bent over your knee, he won’t mock you. (Unless he wants to get spanked. Then that’s another story). After the initial shock of being put in his place, he starts to take pride in you. You’ve proven yourself as strong and in control, despite your stature. And that’s what he needs, isn’t it? (Fav position for him: doggy style)

Mammon obviously makes fun of your height when he first meets you, but once he starts to fall head over heels for you it turns into playful teasing/banter. The first time you get intimate he expects that he’ll have to be the top cause you’re smaller (which he isn’t too happy about) but then you push him down on the bed and grind against his ass and it’s instant sub space for him. He never underestimates you again. Any time someone makes fun of your size he gets pissy about it. That’s his human!! So what if they’re short?! (Fav position for him: missionary w/ his legs over your shoulders/by his ears)

Levi would be a hypocrite if he made fun of you. He’s already self conscious about himself he thinks you both are in the same boat (regardless of how you feel about yourself- damn Levi way to assume). He’s extremely shy and nervous when you first get intimate. But you remain soft and kind even when you cuddle up behind him and fuck into him. Levi miiight (definitely) have a thing for cute yet intimidating doms. He subtly pleads for you to dress up in cosplay while you rail him. (Fav position for him: spooning)

Satan thinks you’re adorable. Like a feisty kitten! But I mean, every cat has claws, don’t they? He gets put in his place when you grab his chin and call him kitty. He’s immediately at your whim. Fuck him nice and good, make that collar of his jingle. He’s been colored surprised. At this point he doesn’t think you’re a feisty kitten- more like a tough lion that makes him feel like the little kitten. That doesn’t mean he won’t try to use you as an arm rest, though. (Fav position: face down ass up)

Asmo won’t stop telling you how cute he thinks you are. He’s obsessed with trying to dress you up like you’re his doll. But, he too gets knocked back down a peg when you accept his advances and take control. He’s very happy, eagerly contorting to your whim and babbling about how fun it is to be dominated by someone smaller than him. (It really lights a fire in him, he says). Afterwards he definitely brags and gushes about you to others, telling them about how strong you are even for a tiny human. (Fav position: Cowgirl/boy/riding you)

Beel doesn’t really think much of it other than that he can’t feed you as much as he thinks you need. He tries to be careful because he’s so big in comparison, trying to be your guard dog, of sorts. You’re gentle with him, though you still take the lead and show him you’re not as fragile as he thinks you are. He gets a lot more cuddly afterwards, not afraid to wrap his arms tightly around you and relax. It does wonders for his self image too, to not be the ��big’ one for a change. (Fav position: missionary)

Belphie teases you relentlessly for it, as if he isn’t incredibly short as well. He’s constantly trying to make fun of you and put things on the high shelves (though that doesn’t work because he can’t reach it either). Eventually you get pissed off enough to shove him around a bit, bend him over and show him that you’re not as small as he thinks. While he’ll still poke fun at you, it’s not nearly as brutal as before. Though he would start acting like a menace if he wants to be fucked back into submission again. (Fav position: on his side w his leg over your shoulder)

#mail #spicy #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #thirsts

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arhvste · 3 years

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❝ GREEDY! ❞

— oikawa tooru x reader

— an: loosely based off of ‘i’ll kill you’ - summer walker ft jhenè aiko and the verse ‘fuck that my baby you all mine, greatest of all time, you better tell them hoes fall in line, i do not play about mine etc’

— dt: @seijohlogy jae bby i’m sorry this is a day late, or two when you wake up ahah,, i love you so much and i’m so glad we met, you’re one of my fav people i’ve met and you never fail to make me smile with your visits to my inbox,, atsumu and oikawa are the luckiest men to have someone like you as theirs,, they’re so proud of you and so am i,, i hope you had a really good birthday and myself, atsumu and oikawa love you endlessly <3

smiling to himself, oikawa watched as you chatted amongst other players and sponsors at the international event the two of you were currently attending.

you spared him a glance every so often, his favourite smile from you sent his way. the type of smile where a slight crinkle was drawn at the end of your lips, eyes holding a familiar twinkle in them that you only held reserved his eyes alone.

his favourite smile sent from his favourite person; you.

surrounded by players on his own team, oikawa occupied himself laughing and bantering with them, roaring laughter and excited chatter erupted between the men. oikawa could have almost forgotten about your lack of presence, but alas, he was never one to lose track of what was rightfully his; that being your attention.

he’d never once consider himself a greedy man. modest? perhaps just a little, but not at all greedy. oikawa liked to consider himself prideful more than anything, his good traits most certainly outweighing his bad. perception was everything to him and having a cool demeanor while being forced to watch other men get a little too touchy for his personal preference with you was fitting for his personal image. he refused to cause a scene, throw a tantrum and throw his rattle out the pram over something so minor, after all, it was his bed you’d always find yourself waking up in the next morning anyway.

that didn’t mean he liked it though. in fact, he didn’t like it one bit.

to have none other than the likes of miya atsumu resting a friendly hand on your arm made him twitch more than he’d care to admit. such an innocent action, yet it bothered him to no ends. the smiles you shared with him felt wasted in oikawa’s opinion.

oikawa tooru is not a greedy man; modest, but never greedy.

until it came to you of course.

your attention, rightfully his, your headspace, taken up by him of course, your body, tainted by him and only him over and over again. when it came to the likes of you, oikawa tooru became the greediest man to walk to earth. everything about you enamored him to no ends, he wanted you; needed you.

he had ensured clear claim over you despite insisting to never refer to you as a trophy to him. but, sometimes the thoughts he’d shove down would be so adamant on crawling back up though.

there was nobody like you, you were captivating, peculiar and his. he just had to make sure everyone else knew the obvious too.

excusing himself from his teammates, oikawa stood from his chair, the polished metal scraping against the hard floor suddenly. his expression contrasting his actions, the setter smiled politely as his fists clenched while approaching you. his heart sped up at the sound of your laughter, bitter feelings towards the blond too close to you in his opinion brewing inside of him.

approaching you from behind, he slipped a slender, but calloused hand over your shoulder, well built form towering over you as he forced his presence to be known to yourself and the others. a perfectly executed smile on his face, oikawa brought his other arm to wrap around waist from behind as you instinctively leaned back into his touch. satisfaction and pride already flooding his system as he sent a sly smirk towards japan’s setter.

“it’s getting a little late don’t you think?” his voice friendly with a crisp cut as he demanded the attention of those around him.

“yeah, i’m somewhat tired anyway.” you confessed as atsumu took a slight step back much to the brunette’s delight.

“didn’t know ya were datin’ the rivals setter.” atsumu joked as he assessed the internally scoffing oikawa, eyes raking over his supposed competition.

“yeah we-”

“-for 3 years now actually.” oikawa cut in, smile tightly knitted across his face as you felt his grip tighten slightly.

“ah.” the blonde clicked his tongue before getting the message. you sent an apologetic smile his way as he nodded, boastful act beginning to disintegrate as oikawa staked his claim right in atsumu’s face for everyone who could’ve been potentially watching to see.

“well, it’s been nice chattin’ to ya, i best get going back to my own team for sponsors and what not.” the setter sent one last look your way before retreating back to his own teammates where a curious bokuto and hinata were waiting to hear about what had just gone down, while ushijima and kageyama kept their respective comments to themselves, already having been through the ‘oikawa experience’ in the past and not wishing to hear more.

“that wasn’t very nice tooru.” you spoke as oikawa’s eyes flashed slightly. “hm?” he innocently whined, head tilting down to press soft kisses along your neck and shoulders for atsumu and his teammates to have a full view of.

“i know what you were doing, you don’t have to be so petty all the time. you know i love you and only you.” you sighed, hand reaching up to overlap one of oikawa’s hands that had made home on your shoulder.

“you’re all mine, they need to know that.” he scoffed, petty scowl painted across his handsome features. you laughed, sending soft flutters of butterfly wings to patter against his heart sending him into an instant ease of security.

“all yours.” you confirmed looking up at him slightly. satisfied with your answer, oikawa grinned before spinning you around to face him. pressing a quick kiss to your soft smiling lips, oikawa straightened up before guiding you over to his teammates to show you off just one more time and then bid them a goodnight.

oikawa tooru is not a greedy man, he knows you’re always going to end up in his arms, his bed, his world anyway so he wasted no energy on such unnecessary emotions.

it was just sometimes he allowed these emotions to crawl their way up and who was he to deny them access after all, he knew you were his, he just had a tendency to enjoy letting others know what should be clear too.

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arcadejohn127-9 · 3 years

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The brothers with alcohol + when they're drunk

[what I believe the brothers would be like when drunk and their relationship with alcohol]

Side note, I'm not much of a drinker and only going off general knowledge I have - I've never been drunk before but this idea is keeping me awake, I just want to sleep in peace

My inspiration for some of these

Lucifer:

A social drinker and as a stress reliever

It's very aware of how much he's drinking and keeps himself in check

Refuses to drink anything that'll actually get him drunk in public

Wine is his go to for social events

It does nothing for him

If you wanna get him drunk it'll have to be either:

Whisky or brandy

He's a vulnerable drunk

Will cry

This man is repressing alot and it really shows when he's drunk

Mammon:

He can handle alcohol extremely well

Seeing as him and asmo go to parties quite alot he's use to throwing back shots

Has done a jeg-stand

For a fun time and the possibility of getting tipsy he'll have gin

To get him drunk he'll need to have margaritas

Think he's loud and impulsive already? Well get ready - it's tripled

He will take on any challenge, sing as loud as he can and will try to make stupid bets

But when prompted he will rant about his issues

Levithan:

He's very familiar with drinking

[as seen here, an empty bottle and singular glass]

Has a mini fridge tucked away in his room and has alcohol stashed away in it

From wines to Rum

He normally celebrates Character birthdays or any anniversarys of his favourite series with a long night of drinking

His favourite to drink is a fruity cocktail

Will drink those massive fish bowl ones without any hesitation

He doesn't really need a specific drink to get him drunk

But when he's drunk he's a mess

Super loud and quick to anger

Has tried to fight a lamp because it was 'glowing at him funny'

Satan:

Rarely drinks

Finds alcohol disgusting no matter how much he tries to add fruit or juice to it

Has mixed vodka into his tea

It was a surprise to Mammon and levi when they saw that Satan didn't even seem to notice when they put vodka in his latest brew

Only drinks to be social, you'll see him do two glasses and that's it

BUT, if it is a situation where he gets drunk

B E W A R E

He is the avatar of wrath for a reason

A very angry drunk

Get him drunk at the risk of the people's safety, you've been warned

Has been seen crying in an alleyway and petting a cat

Asmodeus:

As said in mammons; they party and are use to drinking

All his drinks are aesthetically pleasing

He does it mostly for the pictures

LOVES anything fruity or extravagant

He doesn't really have any specific drink but he keeps his drinking range limited anyway

He doesn't like ruining his public image nor wants to be seen as ugly

So if you're planning to get him drunk it'll have to be a 1 to 1 situation

When drunk he's very flirty

But thats a given

Will say the first thing that pops into his head without any hesitation

Can be pretty rude

Is known for spewing out all the gossip he knows

Please don't tell him any secrets when drunk - they won't remain a secret

Beezlebub:

It's difficult to get him drunk

He doesn't drink anyway but if he's in charge of looking after any of the party animals

He will drink some but keep it limited

Seeing as he eats alot between drinks and even sips itself it takes AGES for him to even get tipsy

Doesn't have a preference or any specific drink

If it tastes bad he'll be less likely to drink it so fruity Alcohol is best

Discovered candy floss alcohol and it became an instant fav

If you somehow get him drunk he's very touchy

His hands will be on your waist, hips, shoulders, arms, head at any given second

Will cuddle you all night

Less timid with affection and let's himself be selfish

Can tend to forget his strength though

Do be careful

Belphegor:

It is impossible to get this man drunk

He gets extremely tired when tipsy

So far hasn't ever gotten past being tipsy

He doesn't care if it tastes bitter or smells awful

He just wants to drink

Likes to mix his alcohols together in hopes it'll make something good

Rarely drinks but will just casually grab a bottle if he wants to

If by a miracle he gets drunk he will become clingy

He's a sleepy drunk so nothing much really changes for him

Would most likely get into a bar fight and sleep half way

Very much attracted to anything flashy or colourful, if you need a drunk belphie to give you space

Just sit him Infront of a lava lamp or a TV

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buckys-black-dress · 3 years

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a fine line, part two

a/n: here she is, our promised part two of afl!!! honestly i love writing this series and it has almost all my fav things in one fic, so yup. anyways, again, thank you for reading/sharing/liking my work !! luv u all, x -ali

wc: 5.8k !!!

The tension in the room was palpable.

And although no one knew you two were working together by verbal confirmation, it was clear from the way you were both reacting.

Bucky was rarely this quiet, so it was obvious what was going on.

Also the fact that you seemed frozen in place.

“Y/N? Everything okay?” Wanda’s soft voice filtered in next to you.

You nodded, trying to break away from James’ gaze.

“Mhm, who’re you working with?” You ask, moving away from the topic at hand.

“Oh, you know Professor Vision? He teaches Comp Sci.” Wanda is now visibly blushing, making you curious.

“Ooh, does Wanda have a crush?” Natasha chimes in as she sidles up next to you two. “I got Banner. How about you, Y/N?”

“I uhh, I got... Barnes.” You mumble under your breath.

“Who? I didn’t catch what you said there.” Natasha’s eyebrows furrowed.

“I... I got Dr. Barnes.” You said, not even daring to look up at your friends.

“...Oh. Well, that should be... interesting...” Wanda comments.

“...Yeah. It’ll probably be fine!” Natasha tries to comfort you, but there’s a stirring feeling in your stomach that almost makes you feel sick.

“He said there was no way to change it... right?” You ask feebly, trying to hold out hope.

“No... and I wouldn’t want to go head to head with Fury.” Wanda frowns.

“Great.” You conclude, taking a deep breath. “You know what, I can do this. It’s fine, I’ll be fine.” You tell the girls, gathering your things and filing out of the office as people began to leave.

Wanda and Natasha were left watching your retreating form, staring at each other.

“I’ll be surprised if they make it to the end of next week.” Natasha says, earning a shove in her arm from Wanda.

Bucky watched you leave the office, and the gears were most definitely turning in his head.

You spent the rest of the week keeping mostly to yourself, trying to mentally prepare for what you’d have to face next week.

In the email sent out by Fury, he explained that you and your partner should have a lesson outlined prior to Monday so you could get right into teaching. He also explained that you would have to share all of your classes, and somehow correlate the two subjects that each professor taught.

English and History, seems easy, right?

Wrong.

Every idea you’ve emailed James has been shot down, and your patience was wearing thin. You didn’t like being unprepared, and the week would be coming to a close soon.

So naturally, you did what anyone else would do, and knocked on James’ office door until he answered.

“I’m comin’ jeez, would ya hold on?” You hear his voice, muffled by the door, until he swings it open, coming face to face with you. “What do you need, Y/L/N?”

“Oh, lovely to see you too, Dr. Barnes. I just wanted to know if you were actually interested in making our lesson plan. If we’re going to be spending the next few weeks together, we might as well have a plan. And I thought your input might be better, since you’re clearly not a fan of what I’ve shown you so far.” You rambled, moving to stand in the middle of his office, laptop in hand.

“You know, maybe if you sent anything good, I would’ve worked with ya on it. But I just don’t think your style of teaching fits me. It’s too... too intimate. You’re too far up your students’ asses. You get too close, too personal with them.” James explains to you.

You can only scoff at this.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed this, James, but my students and I have great relationships. If my students don’t like me, or what I teach, they’ll be more inclined to hand in subpar work. But if I make my expectations clear from the start, they’ll know what they have to do to earn an A in my class. That’s why my first two semesters here have been averaging with A’s all across the board.” You explain as simply as you can, because you felt like James was ridiculing you and the way you teach. You worked hard to get where you are today, and you know that’s why your students love coming to class.

Bucky stared at you for a few seconds, trying to process the information you dropped on him.

“So... your students... like you?” He asks, tentatively, almost.

“...Yes? I know you don’t like me, so it might hard to believe that others do, but I don’t think I’m that unappealing.” You scoff, looking at the floor to avoid Bucky’s eyes. “Anyways, do you have any ideas?”

Bucky’s chest tightened with guilt. After the incident at the bar, he was trying to not be as rude to you. He was trying to be more humane, in Steve’s words.

“I... Maybe we can take a look at some of the stuff you sent before. Maybe if you explain it to me face-to-face I’ll understand it better.” Bucky says, and you nod. “Take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while.”

As a few hours passed, you and James actually started a pretty solid outline for lessons. You started working on your first lesson, which would be the origins of literature. You could both talk about it, and you could both bring different aspects to the table.

“On average, how many kids do you have in your classes, Y/N?” James asks you, and your head snaps up at the mention of your first name. You had a moment where you imagine him calling you that way more often, making your throat run dry.

“Uhm,” you cleared your throat, “my biggest class is about thirty students, maximum.” You tell him.

“Really? My smallest is forty...” He tells you, scratching his chin. “Also very male dominated, I’ve noticed.”

You freeze, trying to process this. It’s only ten more kids... you’ll be fine, right?

“You alright, there, Y/L/N?” James chuckles, to which you let out a weak one. You weren’t used to large crowds, they made you anxious, nervous, like you were losing your footing.

“I-I’m fine. Yeah, all good, let’s get back to work.” You tell him, focusing back on your lesson plan.

“It’s uh, getting a bit late. Thinking we should head home soon.” James looks at you a bit longer, trying to gauge your mood.

“Uh- oh, what time is it?” You ask, squinting and cursing yourself for leaving your glasses in your office.

“It’s almost 7:30...” He tells you.

“Oh, I have to go! Lucy, she’s been all alone, I have to feed her!” In a panic, you begin gathering your belongings.

“Lu- Who’s Lucy?” James asks in clear confusion at your sudden panic.

“My cat! Oh, poor baby, she’s probably wondering where I’ve been...” You trail off, making sure you’ve gathered everything you need.

“W-wait, can I get your number?” James asks, and you both freeze.

“M-my number?” You ask, not bothering to hide your shock.

“Well, we’re gonna need to discuss the lesson plan somehow...” He tells you.

“Oh... well, here...” You pull off a post-it note from the pad on his desk and quickly scribble down your number, handing it to him. “I’m not usually on my phone too much, so if I don’t answer within a few hours, try shooting me an email.” You explain, making your way out the door.

“Have a good night, James.” He hears you say quietly before you turn away from the doorframe, and he hears the resonating shutting of your office door not even five minutes later.

Bucky sits in his chair, not having moved an inch from when you left. He stares at the blue post-it with your number scribbled on it.

He picked it up, inspecting it further.

Your handwriting was neat, but flourishing and borderline cursive because of how quickly you wrote.

Bucky pulls out his phone and inputs the number, saving your contact.

Y/N Y/L/N

He then types out a message:

Just wanted to text you so I wouldn’t lose your number. Hope Lucy is okay.

And he hits send, deciding to pack up his things, trying to understand why he chose to include your cat in his message.

And on your end when you check your phone after parking in your apartment building’s parking, you see a message from an unknown number. You choose to not answer until you’ve made it into your apartment and feed Lucy.

You open your messages, staring at it. Something in your chest fluttered, but you pass it off as your hunger, waiting for your dinner to warm up in the oven.

Hi James. Lucy is fine, thanks for worrying. Have a good night.

You send it off, saving his contact but choosing to not look at your phone until after you’ve finished everything that you needed to do.

After finishing some grading, doing the dishes, and adding to the lesson plan, you decide to settle into bed with a book. You check your phone while brushing your teeth.

James Barnes: Good to hear. Do you think we could work on the lesson plan over lunch tomorrow? Just so we can get ahead of the game.

Y/N Y/L/N: Sounds good. Are we still going to also meet up after classes?

It takes a few minutes before your phone dings again.

James Barnes: Yep. Do you want to just come by my place after? Kind of getting stir-crazy in my office. We could also order food.

You stare at your phone. Are you going crazy? Why is he being so... kind?

Before you could even respond, another ping pulls you back out of your thoughts.

James Barnes: You could also bring Lucy with you, if you don’t want to leave her alone at home for too long.

Okay, now you were sure you were going insane. He was being way too nice. Where was this attitude a year ago, when you’d first met him?

But then again, it wouldn’t hurt, right? You were trying to get out of your comfort zone...

Y/N Y/L/N: Sure, that’s good. Are you sure it would be okay if I brought Lucy? I wouldn’t want to impose on your personal space.

His reply was almost instant.

James Barnes: No, I don’t mind at all. Alpine would love the company.

Before you could even wonder who Alpine was, you remember your previous conversation with Steve once.

‘Bucky also has a cat...’

Y/N Y/L/N: Okay, then I’ll be there. You also have a cat?

James Barnes: Oh, yeah. He’s the sweetest. *1 Attachment.*

Opening the image, you see a fluffy, stark white cat. He had big eyes that anyone would swoon over. You look at the foot of your bed where Lucy is curled up into a ball, fast asleep. You carefully snap a picture, smiling at her.

Y/N Y/L/N: I’ll admit, he’s cute. But can he compete with her? *1 Attachment*

You smile, seeing the typing bubble, waiting for him to respond.

James Barnes: Doll, no one can compete with Al. But I can’t deny, Lucy’s a gem.

Reading over the message at least seven times, your eyes keep lingering over the first word. Doll. It was in a loop in your head, the only thought you were having was that one word.

Why did he call me that? Is he flirting with me? No... he doesn’t even like me! But then why would he be talking to me right now? And why would he send me a picture of his cat...

And now your hands were working faster than your brain, typing out a quick response with your stomach doing backflips.

Y/N Y/L/N: Alright, whatever you say, Bucky. I’m heading to bed, good night.

And you don’t wait for a response before shutting off your phone and plugging it in, putting it on do not disturb and abandoning it on your nightstand, flipping open your book. You were trying to clear your thoughts but miserably failing.

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky responded with a wide smile at the sight of you using his nickname.

James Barnes: Sweet dreams, Y/N.

That night, Bucky fell asleep with Alpine on the pillow next to him, but a wide smile on his face and his stomach full of butterflies.

Little did he know, so were you.

The next day, you woke up feeling like a brand new woman. You got a decent amount of sleep. You got out of bed and made coffee before you left the house. You arrived to school way earlier than usual.

To be honest, you didn’t know what was going on.

James was being nice. To you. Why the sudden change of heart? Or maybe he was going back to acting like an asshole when he sees you in person. You didn’t really know what to expect.

Honestly, what you expected the least was for a knock to be heard on your door, 15 minutes before your first class of the day.

“Come in!” You say, expecting a student or maybe Natasha or Wanda.

But the door swings open, and there’s James. He’s standing there with two paper bags, undoubtedly from the bakery down the street.

“Hi.” He says. Not offering anything. No explanation, no emotion. No indication of our conversation last night.

“Hi. Did you need something?” You ask, and for once, it wasn’t in a dismissive or cold tone.

“Uh, no. Just wondering if you’ve eaten anything yet today?” James asks, holding up the bags in his hand.

“Uhm... no...” You tell him, not understanding why he was asking.

“Oh, well I have an extra croissant, if you’d like.” He holds up the bags once again.

“Sure, you can sit in here to eat if you’d like...” You offer, not sure of the water you were treading in.

“Oh, thanks.” He sits down and you both pull out the pastries and start eating. “So, how’s Lucy today?” James asks, a slight smirk on his face. You honestly couldn’t tell if he was making fun of you or not.

“Uh, she-she’s good. Clingy as usual. How’s Alpine?” You return the question.

“Same for him, also clings to me like a koala when I leave, I always feel bad, but I don’t really have a choice.” You both giggle at the remark, nodding in agreement.

“I understand. Lucy’s still a kitten too, so she’s been getting attached a lot. But I think I need her just as bad as she needs me.” You tell him, and you don’t know why.

“Oh... no boyfriend?” James asks, and now you really can’t tell if he’s pulling your leg.

“Oh-” You giggle, covering your mouth. “That’s funny. No, no boyfriend.” You continue to laugh until you fall back into silence, and James is just watching you.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, genuinely perplexed at your reaction.

“James, I don’t think either of us are idiots. I don’t think I come off as girlfriend material to most guys.” You laugh again.

It became quiet, and you look back to your computer, ready to end this awkward conversation. You knew you had your insecurities, but it had always been hard for you to put yourself out there. Especially for guys. Your anxiety and introverted nature really put a pause on your already non-existent dating life.

Besides, you’ve always been alone. And you didn’t think that would be changing any time soon.

“Okay, well I’m gonna head out. I have a class to prepare for. See you tonight?” James asks, getting up from his seat across from you.

“Y-Yeah, I’ll see you then. Could you text me your address and what time I should be there?” You ask, also gathering your lecture notes and laptop.

“Sure thing, Y/N. Bye.” He waves, leaving. As soon as he steps out, you hear the clicking of heels against the laminate flooring.

“Why was Bucky in here?” Natasha’s gravelly voice asks, looking confused as ever.

“He just brought me a croissant, we were talking about our lesson plan for next week.” You explain to her. “Walk with me to my lecture?” You ask, pointing out the door.

“Sure,” she agrees, waiting for you to lock the door, “so, have things been... civil between you two?” Natasha asks tentatively.

“Actually, yes. He’s not all that bad. I’m going to his place after classes to work on the lesson plan, he asked me yesterday to even bring Lucy over so she could meet Alpine.” You tell her.

“Oh- wow, really? He’s being so... nice to you...” She responds.

“I-I know... I don’t understand why... He made it clear he doesn’t really enjoy my company.” You respond.

“Yeah... Well, this is new. I hope he keeps up with it.” She pats you on the shoulder as you reach the lecture hall.

“Yeah, me too.” You say, turning to her before going in.

“Hey, can I stop by your office for something at lunch?”

“Sure, see you then!” You tell her, setting up for your class.

Lunch time comes around, and Natasha was already waiting for you when you finished your class by lunchtime. You remembered James also asking to come by to eat with you and work, so you tried to make it quick with Natasha.

“So, you and Bruce already finished your lesson plans?” You ask, looking for a booklet she needed.

“Yeah, he’s fun to work with. Kinda a nerd, but he knows his shit.” She says, smiling and leaning against your desk. “Any reason you’re in a rush?” She asks, catching you off guard.

“Oh, uh, James is coming to eat here so we can get ahead on the lesson.” You tell her, looking back through your drawer.

“That’s... interesting.” Natasha’s brows were drawn together. “You two seem to have a lot of time allotted together.”

“Well, we have only a little of our lessons done, and we really don’t want to show up unprepared. You know how much I hate that.” You tell her, finally finding what she needed.

Outside your office, James was just about to walk in when he heard your voices.

“Yeah... Just wondering, did he ever... apologize for what he said that one night?” Nat asks.

“Uhm, n-no. He’s been really kind to be as of late, so I’m assuming we’re turning a new leaf... But he makes me... nervous sometimes. Just a few days ago, he wouldn’t even look at my lesson plan ideas. He looked like he would rather violently bash his skull in than work with me. I’m just- I’m confused. What made him change his mind?” You think out loud, really wondering if James’ behavior was genuine.

“Y/N, I know you’ve been through a lot, but I think you should give him a chance. Don’t be so weary. If he’s being nice, don’t question it. I don’t know why he was like that with you from the beginning, but you shouldn’t have to beat yourself up over the fact that he’s actually treating you with respect.” Natasha puts her hand over yours, meeting your gaze.

“Y-Yeah. I know. I know I deserve respect, but it’s been hard lately. Ever since my family stopped talking to me, I feel like a failure. They don’t understand that I deserve that respect either. They think teaching is a shit job, they think I won’t get anywhere in life with it. I’m just sick and tired of them acting like I didn’t work hard to get where I am today.”

I talked to my brother the other day, and he said the same thing they’ve been saying since I started my PhD. ‘You’re not gonna get anywhere with this, you should get a boyfriend, we want grandkids.’ Like, okay! I get it! But where the hell am I supposed to find a guy when the cute one doesn’t even like me!? And my last boyfriend was in my undergrad. I feel a like teenager. I have literally no romantic life.” You huff out, absolutely tired of this.

“I- Y/N, I’m so sorry. You deserve a family that’s supportive of you and your passions. I hope Wanda and Carol and I have maybe helped you, kind of like a work family, y’know?” She holds your hand tighter. “We’ll always be here for you.”

You smile, walking around your desk to hug her.

“Thank you, Nat. I appreciate you all so much. I don’t think you’ll ever really know.” You hug her tightly before letting go. “James should be here any minute now, but we’ll talk more after class?”

“You betcha, but don’t think I forgot what you said... Maybe he does like you.” She says, and your face turns beet red.

“Natasha, no. I think he’s made it very clear he’s not into me. Like, at all. I’m surprised we’re even working together. I didn’t think he would cooperate.” You laugh. “Okay, seriously, you gotta go. I don’t want him to walk in on us talking about him.”

“Okay, okay, talk later. Bye, Y/N.” She says, making her way out, and Bucky pushes himself against the wall, hoping she wouldn’t see him.

“Don’t forget what we talked about, yeah?” She says to him, not even looking back. Natasha only stops when she doesn’t hear his response, turning around. “Listen to me, Bucky. We may be friends, but so are Y/N and I. I don’t know if it was me or Steve who finally knocked some sense into the dumb head of yours, but if she comes to me again, crying, telling me she can’t take it from you anymore, I promise; you’ll be off this faculty faster than you can say ‘tenure.’ Now, am I understood, Barnes?” Natasha concludes, completely in Bucky’s personal space.

“I- yes. I understand.” He gulps, looking down at his hands. “I-I’ve been trying. To be nice to her. I know what I did before was wrong, but I’m trying, okay? Steve and I had a... a long talk.”

“Yeah, whatever. This better not just be a one-time-thing. From here on out, I want no complaints from her. She’s been through enough shit, and she doesn’t need any more from you. I have somewhere to be, and so do you.” Natasha says, parting ways and letting Bucky release a breath he didn’t know he was holding in.

He composes himself one last time, and walks into your office.

“Hi, James.” You give him a soft smile, “Take a seat, we’ve got work to do.”

When your last lecture finished, you made your way home to get what you needed to head to James’ apartment. He’d texted you the address and told you you could come by any time after 6:30.

You were thinking back on your lunch break with him. He was quiet, almost nervous to be sitting in front of you, and you couldn’t understand for the life of you why.

It was uncharacteristic of him to be so demure, and you wonder why he was suddenly so shy. Before, he wouldn’t have hesitated to make a remark, or take a jab at you. But now, he was quiet as a mouse.

It was concerning, to say the least.

So, on your way to his apartment, which was a solid 15 minutes drive, you call Natasha for advice.

“Hey. Can I talk to you about something?” You ask while you drive.

“Yeah, everything alright?” Natasha’s voice filters through your car’s speakers.

“Oh, I’m fine, but did something happen with James? He was acting so... odd today... He was so quiet, so nice. His behavior has been so different lately.” Your brows were furrowed, genuinely trying to crack this puzzle.

“Uh... well, isn’t it a good thing?” She asks.

“I mean, yes, but did someone say something to him?” You ask, puzzled.

“Uh, no...” lie, “maybe he’s just turning over a new leaf, Y/N. I think you should stop worrying yourself over it so much. And if you really want answers, just confront him about it.” Natasha concludes.

“...Okay. You’re right. I think I’m just reading too much into this. I need to go, I’m almost there. Thanks, Nat.” You tell her.

“Bye, Y/N. Good luck.” And the line goes dead.

“Looks like it’s just me and you now, Luce.” You look over at her carrier in the seat next to yours, where she’s curled up into a ball inside.

Once you park and text James to let him know you’re on your way up, you sling your laptop bag over your shoulder and grab Lucy’s carrier.

As you make your way inside, you stop at the concierge desk, where an older man with grey hair and glasses greets you. His name tag reads Stan.

“Hi, I’m here to see James Barnes?” You tell him, looking at the grandiosity of the lobby.

“Ah, yes, Ms. Y/L/N?” He asks, and you nod. “He said he was expecting you. Not that I don’t trust you, but I just need a form of ID before I can let you up.” You nod again, handing over you driver’s license.

He hands it back, giving an approving nod.

“Elevators are to the right, he’s in 12B.” Stan tells him, and you give him appreciative ‘thank you’ before you scurry to the elevator.

When you knock on his door, it takes a second for him to open it, a faint ‘Al, one second!’ resonating through the door, making you snort out a laugh.

“Hey, sorry about that. Come in,” Bucky finally appears, swinging his door wide open.

You walk in, setting down Lucy and taking your shoes off.

“So, is Alpine friendly with other cats?” You ask, weary of unzipping the carrier.

“Of course he is. Why wouldn’t he be?” He asks, but stops when he sees your expression fall.

“S-Sorry, I wasn’t trying to imply anything, It’s just- Lucy’s a bit shy, but she typically likes other cats.” You say, looking down at her.

“I-I’m sorry- that was rude. I wasn’t trying to sound like an ass, I swear. Alpine’s friendly with other cats, but he needs a little time to warm up to other people. Don’t take it personally if he isn’t too fond of you at first.” He laughs, directing you to his couch where Alpine was perched.

“Oh, hi baby!” You coo, holding out your hand to Alpine. He tentatively inspects you with his eyes, first, and then sniffs you. He then, his head buts against your hand, asking for affection.

Bucky’s eyebrows shoot up, shocked at how friendly Alpine was being. He barely even looked at Steve and Sam when they come by. But here he was, purring and shoving himself against you.

“Well, I think Lucy won’t have a problem with him at all.” You smile, bringing the carrier over to the end of the couch and unzipping it, letting Lucy move at her own pace.

At first, she just wearily looks at Alpine and the unfamiliar setting. She then looks at you, where you encouragingly coo at her, making sure she was comfortable.

Bucky gazes at the whole scene with a soft look, watching as Lucy slowly saunters out of the carrier, sniffing Alpine and the couch. Soon enough, Alpine sniffs back, and they start playing with each other, forgetting their owners completely.

You both laugh at how well they were getting along, and the contrast between the black and white furs making it that much better.

“Well, should we get started?” You ask, finally turning to Bucky with a big smile.

In that moment, his throat goes dry, and all he can think is... She has a beautiful smile.

“James? Everything alright?” You ask, breaking him out of his trance.

“I- Yes! Sorry, got distracted for a minute... Would you prefer Italian or Chinese for dinner?” He asks, shaking his head and trying to change the subject.

“Uhm, I don’t mind, whatever you’d like.” You smile, grabbing your laptop.

“So... Italian, then?” He asks with a light laugh.

“Sure.” You answer. “Where can we sit to work?”

“Oh, the table’s fine, we can eat while we work, too. Let me go order really quick.” He excuses himself after pointing to his dining table, and heading into the kitchen.

When Bucky reaches the kitchen, he takes a second to compose himself. He pinches in between his brows, his eyes squeezed shut. He didn’t know why he was acting like a teenager, he felt himself get flustered around you.

After he pulls himself together, he orders the food and comes back outside, finding you focused on something extremely intently on your screen.

“James, what do you think for something like this for a more interactive activity?” You ask, turning your computer to him, waiting for him to read the plan, biting your lip nervously.

“This- this is awesome, doll. This looks really good, the students would love this.” He tells you, reading over it one more time.

“O-Oh, thanks.” You thank him shyly, stomach fluttering while looking down at your lap again.

Suddenly, the doorbell rings, breaking the silence.

“Oh, the food-” James moves to grab his wallet, but you grab his wrist, stopping him.

“James, you’ve already been so hospitable, let me get it-” You say, but he shakes off your hand and shakes his head.

“No, I can’t let you do that, I insist,” he responds, beating you to the door and handing the delivery man his card, letting him ring it up quickly.

You huff, sitting back down in your spot with a pout.

“James, you suck,” you huff, visibly annoyed. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Well, I did. Now, let’s eat. You good with red wine?” He asks, pulling out two wine glasses.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You say, unpacking the food as he pours some wine.

As he sets down some plates, he sees your expression still pouty, like a child.

“Y/N, stop pouting.” You look so cute. “You can get it next time.” I wish I could kiss you.

“Oh, there’s gonna be a next time?” You ask, your face turning red yet again.

“I mean, we’re going to have to make more lesson plans, depending on how long Fury keeps this up.” He laughs, but you freeze at his words.

It’s true, you think to yourself, we’re probably going back to how it was before when this is all over. That’s probably why he’s being nice to me.

“Hey, you alright? Did I say something?” James asks, a concerned look on his face.

“N-No, you’re good. Sorry. Ready to eat?” You ask, changing the subject.

“Yeah... You sure everything’s okay?” He asks again, trying to make sure.

“James, everything is okay, please. Let’s just eat.” You smile, placing a hand over his in reassurement.

Dinner was delicious, and now you and James were sipping on wine while working, occasionally checking on Lucy and Alpine.

“Hey, do you think a group project could work? I usually give some to my students, I have a template I follow, but you could change it to your liking-” James tells you, but you cut him off with your thoughts.

“James, can I ask you a question?” You ask, hovering a hand over his.

“S-Sure. What’s up?” He sounds weary.

“You know, before we started this project, you like... loathed me.” You say. “Why?” Your voice breaks at that last word, barely getting it out of your throat.

“I... I just-” He takes a deep breath and looks down, grabbing your hand, “I thought you were... snobby, stuck up. I thought you came to this school thinking you were better than everyone else, that you were here to one-up us all.”

And before you could cut him to deny it with your shaking head, he continues.

“And I know now that I was wrong. I-I’m so sorry for the way I spoke to you, especially at the bar. After you left and Steve took me home, he basically yelled at me and told me how what I thought of you was completely off. I shouldn’t have assumed all those things about you, and I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me, one day.” He concludes, holding onto your hand so tightly to convey just how sorry he was.

“I- Oh, James. Y-You know, I never meant to come off that way. I just- I’ve always had trouble making friends and talking to people, and things have been hard recently. I never meant to make you o-or anyone else, for that matter, to feel that way. I’m so sorry.” You say, tears prickling behind your eyes.

“Y/N, doll.” James moves out of his seat, wrapping you in his arms. “I can’t even tell you how much I wish I was more open-minded, more patient. Ever since Steve and Nat have talked to me, I’ve been just-”

“Nat? What has Natasha told you?” You stop him, pulling away.

“She- she just told me to stop. She told me you’ve been going through a lot, and that I wasn’t making it any better for you so-”

“Did she say what? Why would she tell you about my personal life-” You begin to ramble and waving your hands around.

“Doll, no she didn’t-”

“She had no right to say-”

But before you could continue, Bucky cuts you off.

With his lips.

Against yours.

Bucky was kissing you.

Oh my god, he’s kissing me!

You pull away looking at him in utter shock.

“Wh- What did you do that for?”

“I just- You were rambling, but I didn’t know how else to stop you.” James says, a blush creeping up his neck.

“So you kissed me?” You ask incredulously.

“Uh- yes?” He says, more like asks.

“I uh... I have to go.” You say, looking anywhere but his eyes as you gather your items, hunting down Lucy and putting her in her carrier; much to her protest and distaste.

“Y-Y/N, please, don’t go. Let’s just talk!” James pleads, but you’re not listening.

“N-No, I’m sorry, I have to go. I’ll see you in class next week. Bye, James.” You huff out, running to the nearest stairwell.

A part of you wanted him to run after you, but you needed time to process... whatever that was.

Did he kiss you because he liked you? Or because he wanted to shut you up?

You cut the drive home into half, the first thing you do after getting through your door is calling Natasha.

“Nat, I fucked up...” Your voice was weak through the phone.

And back in Bucky’s apartment, he dialed Steve’s number.

“Steve, I fucked up... real bad.” He meekly provides, his head in his hands.

a/n: oh boy. what’s gonna happen ??? hmmm... let me know down below! hope you guys enjoyed ;)

also, did y’all peep my stan lee cameo? :)

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