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buckyalpine · 6 months

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A one shot where Bucky doesn’t like the reader and makes her life at the compound a little rough? Like enemies (maybe to lover or friends?) and she is like the sunshine personality 🥺🥺🥺

I live for this shit This type of angst where he's mean and finds her annoying even though she's a sweetheart, ugh, yes. YES.

Bucky groaned, trying to ignore the shooting pain that seared in his abdomen, clutching an old t-shirt to stop the bleeding from the stab wound he'd received during his latest mission.

"You good there, terminator?" Sam cocked an eyebrow watching Bucky unconvincingly nod, grunting a half assed yes before squeezing his eyes shut and flopping back on the seat.

"You're gonna need stiches" Steve snorted, shaking his head at his stubborn friend.

"I'm fine" Bucky gritted out, preferring to bleed out on the jet instead of going to the med bay where he'd be surrounded by doctors and needles and if he was really unlucky, you.

"Seriously? That's the second shirt you've bled through, I don't think the serum's gonna cut it, punk" Steve sighed, knowing how Bucky felt about getting medical care but it wasn't like he had a choice. As soon as the jet landed, Bucky was shoved in the direction of the medical wing, pouting and grumpy as he limped with Steve supporting him. Bucky frowned when Steve pushed him to lay down on the examination table, grumbling and wincing under his breath.

"You stay here. I'm gonna finish writing up our reports, don't go sneaking off" Steve chuckled, giving his friend's shoulder a squeeze before leaving. The soldier stared up at the florescent lights, his eyes anxiously darting about the room, hoping and praying that at the very least he wouldn't have to deal with-

"Good afternoon Bucky!"

For fucks sake.

Bucky groaned at the chirpy voice that piped up from the door, his brows knotted together from frustration.

He hated it. You'd ask about his day as if he wasn't there go get sewn up. You'd talk to him like you'd known him for years, almost oblivious to the fact that he was a former brain washed assassin. Every time he saw you, you were so giggly and pretty and bouncy and cute and happy and it irked his soul because it was to the point it was unnecessary. I mean you were just so kind and sweet to everyone as if everyone deserved such amazingness from such a wonderful person, okay that's enough Bucky.

The world wasn't fucking sunshine and rainbows and he had no idea why you acted like it was.

"Steve said you needed a few stitches so-

"Where's Dr. Cho" Bucky cut you off, hoping anyone else would help him so he could get on with his day, willing to take the needle and thread himself instead of having you do it while talking his ear off.

"Oh, she's with another patient right now but it's fine, I promise I'll get you out of here soon, do you mind if I remove your vest-

"Yeah, I got it" Bucky huffed, wincing to get his gear off but you stopped him, urging him to stay down.

"No, it's okay, I just wanted to make sure you're okay with it, I'll cut it off, don't worry"

Bucky nodded, lying back down while you grabbed a tray with medical supplied, carefully cutting around the blood soaked material and discarding it. You cleaned the area, mumbling apologies incase the alcohol caused any pain, moving on to closing the cut.

"I heard about the mission you all went on. I can't even imagine going through all that, it sounded terrifying. You're very brave Sargent" You smiled, tossing your gloves aside after patching Bucky up. Bucky grunted as he hopped off the table without a word, ready to whack Steve on the head for telling you of all people he needed help.

"If you need anything else, let me know! Just get some rest for a few days, it'll heal soon-

"I know" Bucky walked out of the room without looking back, his shoulders relaxing when he was far away from he med wing. There was truly no reason for him to be this annoyed but he was tired, in pain and he knew for a fact there would be a pile of papers for him to fill out in the conference room.

You didn't take Bucky's grumpy attitude to heart, understanding the stress that came with going on missions, getting injured every time coupled with the fact that he was probably still healing from his own past. You put away the supplies before taking a coffee break, running into a very excited Tony along the way.

"Hey cupcake, just who I was looking for, do you like chocolate or vanilla"

"Tony, I told you, you don't have to-

"That doesn't answer the question. Pick one or the other or both or another flavor, all the flavours, but give me something"

You giggled at the way he looked at you expectantly, sighing seeing as he wouldn't let up until you answered.

"I'm not picky, you know I'd love anything. Get something everyone would like, seriously, I don't even need all this, I'm just the nurse-

"Stop that right now, there's no one else like you" Tony huffed, planting a quick kiss your head before texting his caterers about everything he wanted, ensuring everything was perfect, especially when it came to you.

You woke up to the sun streaming through the curtains, stretching before getting out of bed and padding over to the bathroom to go through your morning routine. You had the day off, throwing on your joggers instead of your typical scrubs and making your way down to the kitchen, grabbing ingredients for baking.

You hummed, scooping out spoons of cookie batter, plopping it onto the tray and throwing it into the oven, cleaning up the area in between, waiting for the oven timer to go off. You set the chocolate chip cookies onto a tray, piping the last bit of icing onto the top and sweeping away the smidges of frosting that got onto the counter.

Bucky blinked at the smell of baking, making his way to the kitchen for some water after a run. He groaned, nearly walking right back out when he saw you singing to yourself, arranging cookies in a circle, each one decorated for a different person in the tower.

"Good morning Bucky" You smiled while he mumbled, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, "I-I made made cookies for everyone, did you want one?" You asked hopefully, looking at the little dog tags you'd piped on the cookie you made for him while he shrugged in response.

"Why do you keep trying so hard, do you not have any friends?" Bucky scoffed, ignoring the fresh plate of cookies that sat on the counter, not caring that your face had fallen. He wanted to strike a nerve, feeling a sick satisfaction at the way you silenced yourself, giving him the peace and quiet he wanted.

"S-sorry, I just thought-

"You thought what?" Buck cocked an eyebrow, the tick in his jaw making your stomach churn.

"Nothing, sorry" You mumbled, turning back to continue cleaning while he chugged the rest of the bottle. "I've just leave them here if you want one later on-

"No, I don't want one now and I don't think I'll want one later either" Bucky glared at you, tired of you always trying to do things for others as if anyone asked.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't-" you bit your lip hard to keep from crying, not wanting to annoy Bucky more.

"Why do you always act like everything great? Like we don't come back from almost dying, risking our lives while you go about like the world is perfect"

"I just-I didn't mean-

"You didn't mean what, to be annoying? Did anyone even ask for this?" Bucky nodded to the cookies while you shook your head, feeling ridiculous and embarrassed, not realizing others also probably found you annoying.

"I-it was my birthday, I thought-" you sniffled, choking back a whimper, "I wanted to do something nice - never mind" You bit your lip to keep from breaking down, blinking back tears as you scurried off to your room, without looking back.

The initial satisfaction Bucky was short lived as he stood in the now empty kitchen, tossing the bottle aside. The plate caught his eye once more as he walked by, reluctantly stopping to look at each one, your skilled hands decorating each one with clean details. He instantly spotting the one you made for him which had been dusted with silver just like his tags; he had no idea how you managed to get his name and number piped to precisely.

Not that it mattered.

Bucky continued to make his way to the gym, feeling a little bad that he made you cry but he figured you'd get over soon enough, after all that seemed to be your strong suit, you were always happy and smiling anyway.

"You're coming tonight, right?" Steve dropped the weights he was curling while Bucky frowned, unsure of what the captain was referring to.

"Why, what's tonight" Bucky grunted, still in the middle of his set.

"Seriously, Tony told us like a month ago"

"Yeah, fine" Bucky huffed, not really caring what it was about, knowing he'd be dragged to go regardless. He finished the rest of his workout, retreating back to his room to shower. He flopped onto his bed after, grabbing a book from his bedside table seeing as there was still plenty of time till he had to get ready.

The book had been a Christmas present from you and as much as he hated to admit it, it was perfect and one of his favorites. He tried to focus on the words, feeling bad again thinking about how your face had fallen earlier when all you did was offer him a cookie.

Maybe he went a little overboard with his reaction...

Bucky shook the guilt he felt, hoping that you'd be running around somewhere getting ready for whatever tonight was.

"Where's y/n" Sam looked around the room seeing everyone else present but you, the night in full swing seeing as Tony had gone all out as usual "I swear she said she'd be here, this is literally her birthday party"

"I didn't see her" Nat frowned, putting down the drink she was sipping on, scanning the room again, "Now that I think about it, I haven't seen her all day"

Bucky felt a deep pang in his chest when he realized the party was for you, his stomach twisting in knots.

"Where's our birthday girl" Steve asked as he joined the others, the guilt making Bucky feel even more sick. He ran a hand over his face while the others continued to wonder where you were. "I hope she isn't working, she deserves a day off, she already worked over time for 3 months straight when we were running back to back missions"

Bucky remembered that.

They'd all been sent out on missions spread across different months and you'd been the one on call to patch them up the entire time. You hadn't complained once even through you were thoroughly sleep deprived. At the time Bucky was annoyed you were in such an upbeat mood when they were all scraping by but you had been struggling yourself.

"I fucked up" Bucky groaned, feeling awful for how he'd treated you in the morning and for how he'd been acting towards you in general.

"Why, what did you do" Steve's face twisted in confusion while Bucky's face reddened in embarrassment. Steve was aware Bucky complained about you but he figured it was because his bestfriend got flustered around the pretty nurse, he'd seen Bucky get tongue tied plenty of times whenever you walked by.

"You were a grumpy asshole to y/n, weren't you" Sam frowned seeing Bucky's guilty face. The soldier didn't say another word, leaving the group to find you instead, debating on getting Steve to clock him in the jaw first. Bucky ran to the elevator, pushing the button to your floor, hoping he'd see you making your way down, only to find the hallway empty. His heart broke hearing the soft sniffles coming from your room, the door closed. He gently knocked on the door, your cries quieting down as if you'd silenced yourself to pretend you were asleep instead of opening the door.

"Y/n?" Bucky called for you only to be met with more silence, "Can-can you please open the door?" His heart started to beat faster when he head your footsteps approaching the door, clicking the lock open; you were still in your joggers from earlier, your face puffy from crying.

All because of him.

"Sorry, I fell asleep" you lied, keeping your face trained on your feet, worried Bucky had come to yell at you about the party Tony had thrown for you, "and I'm sorry about the party, you didn't have to go if you didn't want to, I promise I didn't tell Tony you had to come, I know you don' like me-

"No, no baby no, stop" Bucky hushed you, his heart breaking when your voice cracked, rambling out apologies. His body moved on its own, wrapping his arms around you while you started to cry again, rocking you while holding you to his chest. "Please don't cry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, you have nothing to apologize for doll, nothing at all"

Bucky held you tightly while your body shook, feeling sick with himself for how he'd been treating you. You'd never been anything short of sweet and he'd made a point of always letting you know he couldn't care less. He lifted you in his arms, walking over to your bed, sitting down with you in his lap, ready to fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness.

"I didn't mean to be so annoying" You shrugged, fidgeting with your fingers, the light that always made your eyes twinkle dimmed from Bucky's words.

"Y/n, please, no" Bucky whispered, pleading with you to stop. "Don't doll. It was never ever you, please let me apologize. I've been awful to you, you've done nothing wrong. You've always been an angel, sweets, it's me whose been an annoying asshole. I don't deserve your kindness but that's never stopped you from giving it to me when I least deserved it"

"You deserve kindness Bucky" you gave him a small smile, one that didn't meet your eyes and Bucky felt his eyes sting. Even when he was the one in the wrong, you were still comforting him with your sweetness.

"Y/n, I don't know anyone that deserves the sort of kindness you give. I don't know anyone that would deserve someone as wonderful as you. You're a light for everyone when its dark. I was a fuckin' idiot for everything I've ever said to you. That isn't an excuse for how I've been treating you doll, I know that. It's just- I've been awful to you and you've never done anything wrong. I'm truly sorry sweets"

"Its okay Bucky" You whispered, reaching up to wipe the tear that streaked down his face, your cheeks heating up when you realized you were still in his lap, "S-sorry, I didn't realize-

Bucky shook his head, holding you securely in his lap, not wanting to let you go.

"You have nothing to apologize for, pretty girl" Bucky shrugged, loosening his hold in case you wanted to get off but your doe eyes darted around instead, settling further in his lap. "You really are like sunshine"

"You're very charming, Sargent" you smiled bashfully while Bucky chuckled, his heart beating erratically in his chest when your hands came up to toy with the tags that hung around his neck.

"Would it-would it be if I kissed you?" He whispered shyly, blushing when you nodded, pressing his soft lips to yours. Bucky took his time kissing you, pouring every ounce of his feelings with soft touches, holding onto you like porcelain.

"Everyone's waiting for you sweets" Bucky gave you a gentle squeeze, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes, hoping that you'd still want to go to your own party. "Would you like to go downstairs?"

You slinked off Bucky's lap to get ready, the soldier watching you with heart eyes the entire time you did your hair and makeup. He knew he had a lot to make up for, starting with the fact that he'd never hurt you again. He was still upset with himself for ever hurting you in the first place but he was ready to protect your innocent heart for the rest of his life. His breath hitched in his throat when you finished applying the last of your gloss, blushing when you slipped your hand into his so he could lead you down.

"Theres our cupcake!" Tony grinned when he saw you approaching, the rest of the team cheering making you giggle. Steve smirked seeing Bucky follow closely behind you in protective mode, keeping his hand around your waist. He spent the entire time, doting on you, following you like a lost puppy.

By the end of the night, he had you in his lap again, shamelessly looking at you with heart eyes while the rest of the team watched curiously, his sole focus on you.

"Happy birthday sweet girl" Bucky whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek while you nuzzled into him with a shy smile, "My little sunshine"

Now imagine Bucky doesn't quickly get over the fact that he was a dick. Sure you forgave him because you're an absolute sweetheart but Bucky can't even deal with the way he'd acted, especially when he had a crush on you the entire time and just refused to acknowledge it, acting like a cunt instead.

He's the most lovestuck boyfriend to ever exist. Your office is always full of fresh flowers. He's a clingy little puppy, outside of the medwing until your done, always finding excuses to sneak in and see you. You had to tell him a papercut wasn't a good enough reason for him to request your services.

Neither was a stubbed toe.

The time he nicked himself while shaving was the worst because he was pouty until you kissed him better.

He slips his dog tags around you, his possessive/jealous side occasionally sneaking out.

He doesn't even hide the fact that he's a simp for you, knowing he's the luckiest person on the planet to get the sweetest person in the world. He shows your off like no tomorrow, proud of the angel he gets to call his.

He absolutely loved his sunshine.

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sweetkpopmusings · 1 year

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mingyu boyfriend headcanons <3

a/n: after spending lots of time inside due to the city being frozen during the holidays, my brain is on the domestic!mingyu agenda. i'm so :-( i love him :-( also pics not mine~

content: fluff | wc: 1.3k | warnings: none! | pairing: boyfriend!mingyu x gn!reader | requests: open

this is going to be a long one i'm so sorry i'm just so in love with mingyu as we all should be tbh

thinking about a tweet that said something like "any boy can be babygirl, but it takes a man to be a wife" AND MINGYU IS THAT MAN

yes he is your wife while he is your boyfriend. no further questions.

he's the sweetest angel ever. he can be a little shit with flirty pickup lines or his whining, but it still has all the energy of a sweet baby angel

when he's tired, he is actually so whiny. like boy pLEASE chill but he will not!! all he wants to do is lie down and hold onto you for dear life

you are his favorite teddy bear (he has definitely said this to you on multiple occasions) and when you are in his arms he never wants to let go.

falls asleep holding you and, if you drift apart, as soon as he feels you move he will pull you back towards him and probably give you a kiss on the forehead because it's pure instinct it doesn't matter if he's asleep it WILL happen

when he's feeling low, sick, or extra sleepy, he will want to be your teddy bear though. he loves being held by you because it makes him feel so safe and warm and loved

giving him lil forehead kisses or pats on the head or backhugs also make him feel so safe and warm and loved and no matter how long you've been together he will blush when you do that

and probably giggle!! you hear him go "hehe" more than you would ever think is humanly possible. he's just filled with utter delight when he's with you :,-)

it started somewhat early in the relationship, partially as a joke and partially as a way to show how often he thinks of you, but, whenever y'all are watching tv or walking around outside or simply existing, mingyu will point at something and say "that's you <3"

like the main character in the film you're watching says a joke and he smiles and goes "that's you!" and then another character trips so you point and say "that's you :-)" and mingyu pouts but his heart is beating a million miles an hour because he loves that you love him the way he loves you

he will definitely do it with cheesy stuff too like he sees a rainbow or a pretty flower and without thinking "it's you" falls out of his mouth :-( he sees you in everything :-(

when you're not together, he will send you pictures/videos of things that remind him of you

he's also the type to send you voice messages to tell you jokes or things that happened during the day if timezones/schedules mean he can't call you

he also really wants you to do that too because he loves hearing your voice ! he will listen back to old voice messages when he's away and missing you :-(

mingyu is such a clumsy baby

after being around him enough, you know to have a mini first aid kit ready at all times

and he L O V E S when you take care of his injuries

he always insists that a kiss will make it better

if he scratches his knee and you put a bandaid on it without giving it a kiss, he will feign intense pain until he gets that kiss and then a warm smile lights up his face he is so dramatic istg

as we all know, he is a big acts of service kind of guy

don't be surprised if you hear clamoring in the kitchen early in the morning. there isn't a burglar; it's just mingyu making your coffee/tea and cooking a lil breakfast AND tidying things up for you

he's wearing an apron over his pj's !!!!!! so cute <3

when you're doing the dishes, he will always roll up your sleeves if they start to fall, and he is looking at you with the most lovestruck eyes. like he thinks you're SO beautiful and it shows!!!

absolutely adores cooking for/with you. that's one of his love languages for SURE. really anything domestic that you two do together will make his heart soar because you're his home!!!

he also loves feeding you oh my GOD he thinks you're so cute when you eat and he is always willing to give you the last bite :-(

grocery store dates !!

if either of you are grocery shopping separately, the other will make a shopping list and leave lil notes with it too because you two are always being cute and silly

sometimes mingyu makes up dumb names for the things he needs because he thinks it's a fun game and loves when you call/text him because you have no idea wtf a sparkly wheat mattress is it's a loaf of multigrain bread

strikes me as the type of guy who will kneel down to tie your shoes whether you're in the doorway about to leave or in the middle of the city like he will drop everything to make sure your shoes are snug so you don't fall

i also think if he scolds you on things like not wearing enough layers he'll lowkey use a baby voice because he doesn't want to upset you and is just genuinely worried because he wants to protect you at all costs

he's also a big fan of holding your face in both his hands and kissing you on the forehead, nose, cheek, lips because he wants all your attention on him always <3

if you're hanging out in a group of people and you haven't looked at him in a while he will poke/nudge/squeeze you to get your attention. if you're too far away for physical contact he will wave at you until you look at him i'm crying

he's the absolute best at comforting you !! do not be surprised if he cries when you cry like you're his world so seeing you upset breaks his heart :-(

talks about you CONSTANTLY. he thinks you're the funniest, smartest, most talented, most amazing person in the world and he will tell absolutely anyone and everyone about you

good luck telling seventeen any anecdote about your life because mingyu has already told them 3 times <3

when he gets scared or embarrassed he will hold onto you for dear life and/or hide behind you

it doesn't matter if you are a whole foot shorter than he is. he is standing right behind you hiding his face in his hands or the crook of your neck like mingyu we can still see you ?? but he's like nope! no one can see me i'm safe behind the love of my life! they can protect me from everything!

sometimes he will use sweet pet names like love/angel/dear but he often uses your name because he loves the way it sounds and feels to say it

your name feels safe in his mouth if you know what i'm referencing you can probably hear me sobbing right now

he LOVES holding your hand. sometimes he will swing it as you're walking or bring your intertwined hands up to his lips for a lil kiss. if you look at him like ??? why are you so cute :,-) ??? he's looking at you completely clueless because he has no idea that he's doing these things they're so natural to him

so thoughtful on dates/anniversaries/birthdays or any occasion that's important to either of you

will give the most special gifts and they're often accompanied by sweet and heartfelt notes/cards/speeches

truly mingyu spends every second expressing his love for you and everything is so tender and heartwarming because he's just a big ball of love and that love is all for you <333333333

he looked at you with heart eyes the first time he saw you and that look of adoration never fades

sorry this is a mess and i could probably write hundreds more but i have to stop now because i genuinely need to lie down on the floor and kick and scream and cry now. i hope everyone gets the mingyu they deserve <3

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torimidori2-blog · 23 days

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Can we please stop preventing ourselves from saying "not all men"? I honestly don't get people who are trying to stop targeted transphobia to transmasc people, yet still say that they're not trying to say "not all men". Trans men are men, right? Not all trans men are terrible right? We also have cis male feminists and allies, right? Are they helping us? So they aren't bad people? Hm.... Well if you said yes to all of these things, lemme tell you something that may surprise you... I know it's gonna be really absurd and you might just freak out about it, but uh... not. all. men.

There. I said it! Not all men! We can't generalize anything about all men, because if we do, trans men will be in that generalization! Then we'll get people posting shit like "omg men are trash especially trans men lmaooo" We shouldn't be blaming men for the way people perceive gendered norms. If we can have a cishet man waving a rainbow flag to support his friends at pride, we can also have women who say that women should stay in the kitchen and live life like a 1900s housewife. People are pretending that the moralities are associated with gender and is black and white, when that isn't the fucking case at all. How about we blame our main offenders: Misogynists? Misogyny can come in many different forms and can be spewed by many different people, even trans people! If we fight against those people instead of blaming one gender for all our problems, we could actually have a chance at making a change and making people have revelations about the reason why they think men are trash. It's like even people within the LGBTQ++ community have a "Girls rule boys drool" attitude towards gender. Damn...

And for the record, I understand why those generalizations are made, because masculine cishet men are the most accepted people in society and their social pressures aren't as bad as everyone else's because men are the ones who made those gendered standards in the first place which caused them to oppress those who were different from them, but times are different and men are being encouraged not to hide how they express or how they feel even if they're cis. Masculinity in society is always expected to be as thick as an eyelash, but men are starting to realize what masculinity means to them on their own without letting society dictate that. Please give those people a chance, and stop making generalizations about them, that way, those stereotypes against them being aggressive, degenerates, airheaded, and egotistical won't be translated into the trans community towards trans men.

#lgbtq #queer #nonbinary #not all men #transgender rights #trans man #transmasc #anti transmasculinity #trans #protect trans men #trans men are valid

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luveline · 1 year

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Hiiii, Jade <3 How are you? Could you please write a single dad!au for Spencer? Pretty please, with a cherry on top :*

hi! I'm okay thanks so much, and ty for your request! I hope you like it ♥︎ single!dad spencer x fem!bau!reader

Amanda is, as you'd expect, a very small version of her father but without the photographic memory. She is a happy, lovely, caring sweetheart of a child, and everytime you see her, you think you might like to marry her dad.

There's something to be said for the heart of a parent. You look at Amanda and it amplifies every bit of Spencer's goodness, especially now when she's napping in Spencer's lap at his desk in the bullpen, completely at ease. He has one hand behind her back and the other stretched over to his desk.

"You know," Emily whispers, leaning against your desk with two hot cups of coffee, "he told me why he named her Amanda. It might kill you."

You take one of the coffees. "Thank you… Do I wanna know?"

Your crush on Spencer is common knowledge for everybody except him: he's a genius in everything beside social relationships.

"Amanda," Emily says quietly, "I don't remember the Latin word he definitely told us it's derived from, but I do remember what it meant. 'To be loved,' and 'Worthy, of love.'" She raises her eyebrows at you. "He said he wanted there to be no mistake. That she was loved from the beginning, and she always will be."

"Oh no," you say.

"Yeah."

"Are you kidding?" you ask.

Emily laughs as you cover your face with both hands, long sleeves pulled over your fingers. You hide away from the world and Spencer and his tiny pretty daughter and pray you'll be swallowed up by your uncomfortable chair.

"You'll be okay," Emily says. "Drink your coffee. Only six hours 'til we get to go home."

"I don't even really want coffee," you mumble, lips against the rim of your cup.

She pats your shoulder. You return to your work but absolutely can't focus. Ever since you started your job here at the bureau you've had the world's worst, most ridiculous crush on Spencer. There are a myriad of reasons why but the most important is that he talks to you. Everyday, all the time, he talks about things you'd never even heard of before, and he talks about the weather. He knows more about you than most people know and he shows it so subtly.

He links trade routes back to your favourite treats, because this boat got stuck in this place so there's going to be a short supply but he knows where you can get some and he can get them for you the next time he goes. He read this book lately by an author you'd definitely hate, but she talked about a different article Spencer thinks you'd love, so he forwarded it to your email last night. He and Amanda went to Niagara Falls last weekend — here's a mug with a rainbow waterfall on the side because he noticed your old coffee mug has a chip in the lip.

You scratch down a phone number wrong three times in a row and feel your eyes closing of their own accord. He makes it hard to think.

"Hi, Miss Y/N."

You look up from your things to find Amanda waiting still as a post by your chair.

"Hi, beautiful," you say. You look over her shoulder for Spencer and find nothing but files and computers and the click-click-clicking of twenty computers. "Dad's in the bathroom, huh?"

"Mm-hm."

"You want me to drag his chair for you?"

She shakes her head and rushes back to Spencer's chair, pulling it with her back to your desk. She struggles up into the chair and you pull her in, her shiny black shoes rubbing against your knee.

"Sorry," she says.

"No, that's okay, you don't have anything to be sorry for. These are nice shoes, baby, I think your dad's been spoiling you again."

"He says they make me walk faster," she tells you, "'cos they have ergo-domic shapes."

"Oh wow! You look amazing, you always dress so smart." You smile at her gently. "You want some dried fruit? I have mango, pineapple and apricot. Or I have a normal orange with all the juice," you offer.

She nods. You have no clue what she's nodding for so you give her the dried fruits and the orange and smile to yourself when she says a breathy thank you. She can eat all your snacks. You'd offer your moon cake if you weren't worried about her being allowed. Fruit is a safe bet.

She sits happily eating fruit for a while. You try to poke some light conversation out of her, how's school and how's their pet fish Mr. Banana, and is it fun to be at work with dad today?

"Hi."

You bite your own tongue. Amanda doesn't acknowledge her father beyond her head dipping back in wait of his hand. Sure enough, he reaches over the back of the chair and strokes her baby blonde curls, brown towards the ends. You imagine they'll be the same warm brown as his when she's older.

"Hey, Spencer," you say, crossing your hands over your tummy.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't it be?"

You're lying. He's a profiler. You both know both of those facts.

He squints at you playfully. "You should tell me if something's wrong."

"Dad," Amanda interrupts, "we have to… have to give people space." She offers him the dried fruit bag. "To tell us in their own time."

Despite the clumsy, adorable way that she says it, she has a point. Spencer bites back a smile, properly chastised, and takes the bag.

"What is this?" he asks.

"Sorry," you jump in, "I should've asked you first, I just didn't," —you lower your voice— "really know what to do. I'm not bad with kids. I'm, uh, not good with them, either, maybe."

"You're great with kids," he says. "Having a baby is complicated, but taking care of them once they get to Manda's age is easier. She just needs love and patience and regular feeding. You're one of the most loving people I know, and your patience is appropriate. And, you know." He passes back your bag of dried fruit. "You always have snacks in your desk."

His easy compliments warm your face. You cover your cheeks with your sleeves.

"Dad, you made her happy," Amanda says, pleased.

Spencer laughs and the sound lights you up from the inside out, reaching over the chair to lift Amanda into his arms. He pushes his hand into the small of her back and straightens out the skirt of her red dress. If you'd been paying attention, you'd notice the slight pink tint of a blush working over his ears and cheeks.

"Aw, Mands," he murmurs, "we really have to work on your context clues."

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geeky-politics-46 · 8 months

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Show Me/Her Prize

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: You discover Stephen's little panty stealing habit and request a demonstration of what he does with them.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - mutual masturbation, dirty talk, panty stealing, slight dom/sub, sub Sinister, slight degradation, fingering, reference to oral sex, reference to vaginal sex, pet names, language

This is a follow-up to my story "His Prize". The idea was first posited in a comment from @ppatricia34me & the mutual masturbation theme requested by @ironstrange1991. Thank you for the ideas, as I'm quite proud of this one!

"Stephen, did I drop some laundry in the hallway? This can't be all of it."

Your voice echoed through the Sanctum and quickly found your lover's ear. From his spot in the living room, where he had been perched with some ancient tome he was rereading, Stephen stood up and started to scan the hall you had just come from for anything you may have dropped.

He carefully placed the book down and continued looking around the floor to no avail. There didn't appear to be anything you had dropped and left behind. He even retraced your steps, ending in the doorway of the master bedroom. Where he found you sitting on your shared bed sorting through a large load of freshly dried laundry.

"I didn't see anything in the hall, my love. Why? What's wrong?"

By now, you had started separating the clothes into distinct piles. One for his robes, one for his casual wear and boxers, one for your daily clothes, one for your pajamas, and lastly, one for your bras and panties. The last pile was definitely the smallest and seemed to be the source of your conundrum. Without looking up from the pile, you answered.

"It's just weird, I can only find one pair of my underwear, and there should definitely be more than that."

Oh shit.

He tried to keep his expression neutral as you rooted through the piles of clothes again. Checking to make sure they weren't stuck inside sleeves or pant legs. Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion and slight frustration.

He knew you weren't going to find them because he knew where they all really were. Sitting in the bottom right-hand drawer of his desk in his study. All stained with his cum. Having taken them to enjoy on his own. He didn't realize he must have pilfered quite so many. He certainly didn't intend for you to notice.

Or maybe he secretly did. Why else would he have kept doing it? Why else would he let himself take another pair without returning the last pair? It had all started with that purple lace pair he loved so much. Now, his drawer held a veritable rainbow of colors and fabrics.

Really, it was all your fault. He had never been this way before you. Never stolen another girlfriend's panties before. Never been this insatiable before. It was just something about you that had him so obsessed and needy. He practically felt drunk every time you touched him. You just had this power over him. How could he resist taking your panties?

He could fix this though. All he had to do was make it look like you had just missed a pile of laundry in the dryer. He would just go get your underwear out of his drawer, except maybe that favorite purple pair, use his magic to clean them and then bring them back, saying they were still in the dryer.

Yeah, that was it. That was what he would do. In the future, he would just be more careful about keeping his little collection under control because he definitely didn't intend to stop. He just had to go get them before you finished what you were doing and went to go check the dryer yourself.

"Tell you what, my love, why don't I go check to make sure you didn't miss some clothes in the dryer or drop them in the basement. You know how dark it can get down there. Don't you move a muscle."

With that, he turned on a heel and walked out of the room in large strides that were just a bit too quick to appear innocent. You waited just a moment to follow him. Assuming that if he was up to something, you wanted to catch him red-handed.

As soon as he was out of your view, he nearly ran to his office. Quickly unlocking the drawer with his magic and pulling all of your panties up onto his desk. Noticing just how out of control his habit had gotten, but still not wanting to give back any of them. Not when he now had such fond memories of each and every pair.

He quickly started sorting through them, trying to find the purple pair he refused to surrender, and maybe one or two others he just couldn't bear to part with. Did he want to keep the comfy cotton ones that weren't super sexy but held your scent the best? Or did he want to keep the tiny little black lace ones that hardly qualified as panties but looked so good both on you and wrapped around his cock?

That was how you found him. Standing behind his desk with a mountain of your panties in front of him. Black lace pair in one hand and the cotton pair in the other. Eyes darting back and forth like he was dealing with a filthy Sophie's choice.

Once he realized you were standing in the doorway, he could have quite literally died of embarrassment. He wanted to crawl under the desk and pretend this was all some hormone driven nightmare. His cheeks immediately flushed bright red. Actually, they matched the really soft crimson red pair of your panties that had little penguins on them that also happened to be sitting right in front of him on his desk.

"Uhhh… don't freak out okay. This isn't what it looks like."

That was the best response to your questioning face that he could come up with. He knew it wasn't a good response. Is it ever good when you have to use the phrases 'don't freak out' or 'this isn't what it looks like'?

What made it even worse was that he couldn't seem to pry his fingers loose from your panties. So, instead of dropping the two the pairs he had been holding, he reflexively hid them behind his back.

You tried as best as you could to not give away how close to falling apart with laughter you were. Of all the things you thought you might find, this was definitely not what you would have guessed. Stephen's flustered 'teenage boy caught with a Playboy' appearance made him look even more adorable and 100% guilty.

You have never felt more confident in your entire life. The big scary sorcerer who was ready to threaten you with death when you fell into his world had not only fallen for you but also apparently had a naughty little habit of stealing your panties. By the looks of the white-ish stains streaked across each and every pair, it also appeared he quite enjoyed himself with them too.

"Well, I guess this answers my question about where all my panties have gone. Doesn't it Stephen?"

You slowly started walking towards him with an extra sway in your hips. Your steps were slow and deliberate. Letting your fingers drag against the knick knacks around the room as you passed by them. Your body practically thrummed with energy. You felt so powerful seeing how your lover was so utterly entranced by you.

"Are you really that much of a needy boy that you resorted to stealing all my panties to jack off with? Only leaving me a single pair to wear. I guess you are a greedy boy, too. My greedy little panty thief. I can just imagine all three fun you've had with these. I can see it too."

You could see the effect your words were having on him. Somewhere between shame and arousal pooling in his eyes as he softly nodded. Adam's apple bobbing when he swallowed hard. His hands came back around to the desk. His fingers flexing and then grabbing at the pile of your soiled panties. Like a cat pawing at a scratching post.

"My naughty boy. Tell me baby, do you like them better fresh off my pussy or after you've made them all messy by covering them with cum?"

A groan pulled from deep in his throat at both. Fuck, he didn't want to chose. He loved both. Your essence and smell was obviously why he stole them in the first place, but he kept them afterward because he loved seeing them marked with his cum. It was the same appeal of seeing you covered in his cum.

"I know you aren't shy Stephen, with all the filth you normally say when we fuck. Cat got your tongue honey? Don't worry, I'm not mad at you naughty boy. In fact, the thought of you being so needy and horny that you steal my panties is really hot. It makes me feel like the powerful one."

By now, you had made your way over to stand next to him behind the desk. His eyes followed you the entire way even though his hands still hadn't let go of your panties. You reached up to brush a tendril of dark hair back from his face. Gently letting the back of your fingers caress his cheekbone on the way back down.

"You're so pretty, Stephen. Do you know that? I don't think I tell you that enough."

You felt your cunt flutter at the way he keened at your praise. He was still so unused to being complimented, especially by you. He had spent years tearing himself down and you were quite enjoying building him back up. Slowly watching him become more confident in your presence and in your affections.

Reaching down, you carefully untangled his hands from the pile of your panties on his desk. Taking his hands in yours before leading him to sit down in the large armchair behind his desk. Letting your hands come to rest on his broad shoulders after leading his hands to sit on your hips.

You were very thankful that you had neglected getting dressed that day. Still wearing the oversized t-shirt you had slept in the night before. It made the next part of your plan so easy to execute.

"Show me, Stephen. I wanna see."

He was sure his brain had completely melted into a puddle at that point. There was no way you were actually asking what he thought you were.

"I said show me, Stephen. Show me what you do with my panties. I want to see how you play with your cock when you are in here alone. Just you and my panties that you have such a bad habit of stealing."

Without looking away from you, he started to reach back over to the desk to grab a pair of the panties that he had squirreled away. Only to stop suddenly when you tutted and shook your head no at him. Making his brow furrow in slight confusion.

"I don't want you to use any of those panties, Stephen. I want you to use the ones I'm wearing right now. Go ahead. Take them off of me."

He nodded gently while biting on his lower lip. Clearly fighting the urge to start disobeying your orders and throw you on the desk. He did find this dominant side of you ever so enticing though. He rarely let his more submissive side show, but this he could get used to.

He placed his hands back on your body, this time letting them graze teasingly up the sides of your thighs. Coming to rest so his thumbs could slide under the waistband of your panties. Glancing up briefly to make sure he was doing what you wanted, the mischievous smirk on your face answering his question. A single nod falling before he started moving again.

Using the gentlest motions he could, he carefully slid your panties down your legs. Letting them pool at your feet and holding out his hand to you so you could steady yourself as you stepped out of them.

Once you had finished, you moved to sit yourself up on the edge of Stephen's desk. Ready to enjoy the show he was about to put on for you. You signaled for him to continue.

"Go on, baby. Pick them up."

Without taking his eyes off of you, he leaned down and delicately picked up your panties like they were a precious treasure. His long, beautiful fingers barely gripping the fabric with one hand. His other hand moved to start undoing the belts of his robes before moving to unfasten his pants. His bulge was now quite pronounced.

You were getting more aroused by the second. You wanted to indulge your own need and slide your fingers between your legs, but you had a plan. That plan was to make him beg to touch you. You wanted to wait to touch yourself until he was on the verge of crumbling.

Even now, he looked a mess. Hair disheveled, breathing heavy. His cock already so hard and flushed. His tip was weeping precum already. His hand gripping his shaft lightly and making long languid strokes. He was clearly being very careful not to make himself cum quickly.

"You have such a pretty cock Stephen. So big and hard. Does it hurt, baby? Bet I know what would make it feel better. Why don't you go ahead and wrap my panties around that pretty cock."

A wicked smile on your face as he did exactly as you told him. Who knew he could like being told what to do so much? Who knew your panties would look so good wrapped around his shaft?

You watched for a moment as he stroked himself with your panties. Occasionally moving to adjust the soft fabric so he could caress his balls with it or slide it up and over his dripping slit. Creating little wet stains from his precum before sliding it back up and down his veined velvety length.

"Tell me why you like stealing my panties so much, Stephen? I think I'm starting to like it myself. It's like you're marking your cock as mine."

He groaned at your statement and bucked his hips up. The urge to fuck his fist faster threatening to overtake him, but he was still holding out hope that he would get the chance to bury himself in your cunt before this was over. So he answered you, in as much detail as his brain would allow at the moment. All while continuing to stroke himself for your enjoyment.

"I like it because I'm fucking addicted to you. I want to fuck you every minute of the day. This way I get the smell and feel of you without having to bother you. The best is when they are still a little wet when I get a hold of them. Like I got you riled up and wet earlier in the day, or maybe we already fucked and you were leaking a bit of my cum. Have to fight the urge to lick them clean while jerking off."

You bit your bottom lip and moaned at his answer. It was one of the sexiest things you had ever heard him say. Any self-control you had left was quickly crumbling. Falling apart completely when he added one more sentence.

"... and this is your cock, darling. All of me belongs to you. Always will."

Your legs started to spread on their own when he told you he belonged to you. You both knew just as well that you belonged to him just the same. Deciding to reward him, you slowly spread your legs before bringing one foot up to rest on his desk. Spreading yourself wide so you were fully exposed to him.

"Well, this is all yours, Stephen, and I'm sure you can tell how turned on watching you has gotten me. See how wet I am just from watching you stroke your cock for me?"

A wicked grin on your face as you brought one hand to your cunt and pulled your pussy lips open. Making sure he could see your innermost petals glistening for him. He reflexively licked his lips when he saw your slick practically dripping from your hole onto his desk. His hips now thrusting up into his hand and your panties uncontrollably.

You knew there was no way that he could hold himself back long enough to give you time to make yourself cum with him. You could still enjoy yourself and get him to finish the job after you enjoyed your show. Knowing that watching you play with yourself would help push him over the edge quicker.

So you let your fingers start rubbing at your cunt. Working to spread your wetness over your folds. Sighing at the feeling of finally getting some direct stimulation. You pulled your hand away and slapped your pussy a couple times. Groaning at the tingle it sent through you. Letting your fingers trail back up to circle your clit as you leaned on your other arm for support.

Your bottom lip had made its way between your teeth. Your eyes were hooded and just as hazed with lust as Stephen's. Both of you were completely lost in each other without even touching each other.

You lowered your hand to slide two fingers in and out of your cunt. Knowing how much Stephen loved it when he could hear how wet you were for him. Your body did not disappoint as you started to thrust your middle and index fingers in and out of yourself. Somewhat frustrated that your fingers weren't as long and thick as Stephen's and that you couldn't quite reach your g-spot the way he could.

It still felt incredible though. Making sure to keep your palm grinding over your clit as you finger fucked yourself. A high pitched moan when you hit the perfect rhythm making Stephen start to lose his own pacing. Knowing he was about to hit his point of no return he couldn't hold back his whimpers any longer and he did something he never thought he would do. He begged.

"Oh fuck baby. I'm gonna cum so fucking hard for you. Can I cum? Please let me cum."

Groaning at his unprompted begging, you vigorously shook your head, yes. Summoning your sweetest voice, you answered him and granted his request.

"Cum for me Stephen. Show me how you cum all over my panties. Fill them up like a good boy."

He made sure to hold your panties so that they caught every thick warm spurt of his cum. Making sure to spread it around on the fabric, specifically aiming for the crotch of your panties. He had become well practiced at it. In a way he felt like it turned your panties into artwork. Pieces dedicated to how much he loved you. His orgasm was prolonged by having you there watching and touching yourself. Leaving the fabric somewhat soaked as he kept a hold of them. Once again, he wanted to keep them for himself. Just like all the others.

Once he had started to catch his breath and opened his eyes you pulled your fingers out of your pussy and brought your soaked fingers to his lips. Smiling when he greedily took them into his mouth and began sucking your nectar from them. Letting him enjoy a little treat before offering him a compromise to his panty stealing problem.

"Tell you what, Stephen, I'll make you a deal. You can keep one pair of my panties for every orgasm you give me tonight. Sound like a plan?"

You had barely finished your proposition before Stephen was shoving your hand away and pushing you to lay flat on his desk. Moving to loop his arms around your legs. Diving face first into your cunt and starting to devour you like a man starved.

He didn't even bother tucking his cock back into his pants. He knew he would be hard again before long, and he intended to make you cum enough times he could keep his entire collection.

You might not have any panties left by the time he was done with you, but you would have a hell of a consolation prize.

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spriteofmushrooms · 1 month

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Pls… pls elaborate 👁️👁️ so I can change my answer (in spirit) from crying a few days ago to crying right now!

Jiang Wanyin lies broken on the ground. Jin Ling, screaming, swings Suihua at the monstrous yao he'd just been pushed away from, the one that killed his jiujiu. Lan Jingyi should help, should move, but--anything that could kill Jiang Wanyin--

A clarity bell chimes as Lan Sizhui begins to play his guqin. The moment breaks, and Lan Jingyi leaps to flank the yao.

The battle is blue-lit by their signal flare and the full moon. Starbright sword flares sweep across the forest. Flashes of Jin Ling's qi, the golden brown of wutong leaves in autumn, bury themselves in the yao with every qi-laced arrow.

But it's only once Wen Ning holds the yao still that Wei Wuxian, responding to their flare via Hanguang-jun, eviscerates it with his trapped ghosts.

Hanguang-jun who is staring where Jiang Wanyin lies, his white robes bathed in red.

"Ah, stay back, a-Ling," a man's mirthful voice says. "Your jiujiu would be upset if I caught you, too."

Jin Ling starts "who the fuck" but is interrupted by Hanguang-jun's "Wei Ying."

Lan Jingyi turns to see Jin Ling's silhouette limned in red; Jiang Wanyin's body transformed by red; and a transparent youth in YunmengJiang-style robes sitting astride Jiang Wanyin, as bright and red as the setting sun, surrounded by a rainbow whirlwind of qi.

"Lan Zhan," the boy says laconically as a nearby tree cracks and falls. "Don't be boring for once, alright?"

As Lan Jingyi watches, the boy rests one hand on Jiang Wanyin's upper dantian and plunges the other into the swirling qi around them until all transforms to red. Another snap breaks the night, and Lan Jingyi realizes.

The little qi lights are from plants, bugs, and lesser spirits; the youth is draining the forest. An ash-black circle spreads from Jiang Wanyin.

Whose chest is moving.

"Jiang Cheng, wake up, ah? You're going to be late if you stay in bed all day." With the stolen vitality pulsing through him, the youth's features are clearer. He's handsome, his face much sweeter than Jiang Wanyin's sharp beauty. Mischief curls at the edges of his smile.

From Lan Jingyi's side, Wei Wuxian says coldly, "How often have you done this to him? Forcing foreign qi into his system will inevitably cause backlash."

The youth's smile sharpens. "Do you care, Wei-wanbei?" Without moving his hand, his thumb caresses Jiang Wanyin's cheek. "Besides, if I make it mine before I give it to him, is it really so different from spending years coalescing it into a golden core? His body knows me well."

"Gusu can integrate this part of your soul with the rest of you," Hanguang-jun says.

The youth laughs, and Wei Wuxian says "don't bother, Lan Zhan."

Ignoring his cultivation partner's advice, Hanguang-jun continues, "You will never rest until all pieces of your soul are joined. Let go of Jiang Wanyin, and come to me."

Jin Ling shifts. "You're healing jiujiu, right?"

"I am," the youth says, turning away from Hanguang-jun.

Jin Ling moves between Jiang Wanyin and Hanguang-jun, Suihua bare in his hand. "Let him do what he wants."

"How many times must Wei Ying destroy himself to fulfill a life debt to the dead?" Hanguang-jun demands, hand on Bichen.

Lan Sizhui finally speaks. "Hanguang-jun, Jin Ling, shouldn't we wait until we know more? None of us have the expertise to weigh in on Wei-xiao-gongzi's situation, do we? Applying theory without evidence could be harmful, too, Hanguang-jun." Then the traitor turns to Lan Jingyi. "If Zidian hasn't expelled Wei-xiao-gongzi, doesn't that mean Jiang-zongzhu is not possessed?"

"Yes," Lan Jingyi tries, then clears his throat. "Yes, Zidian wouldn't let its master be possessed. This must be something else."

A small voice interrupts the argument. "Wei... Wuxian?"

"Can't you call me shixiong just once, Jiang Cheng?"

"Started training first," Jiang Wanyin whispers.

"How would you know when my parents started training me? Especially since I'm older, and my mother is from a different tradition. Perhaps Baoshan Sanren starts her disciples at their hundred day celebration, hmm?"

"Stupid," Jiang Wanyin says. Then, "You're dead. Saw it."

"That was just my idiot body," the youth says with a smirk.

"Fuck you," Wei Wuxian spits.

At the noise, Jiang Wanyin's eyes flick to them. "A-Ling?"

"I'm fine, jiujiu!"

"Everyone's here because it's so rare to you lazing around," the youth says. "Do you think I could sell tickets? See Jiang Cheng take a break, only fifty tael!"

"Jiang-shixiong," Jiang Wanyin says, eyes back on the youth, taking huge rasping breaths between phrases. "Sounds better. Sixty tael, maybe."

"If he doesn't recognize you, then you don't know what this will do to him long-term," Wei Wuxian says.

"Oh, I do. I just wipe his memory every time. It keeps Jiang Cheng from digging me out of him, you know?"

"What."

The youth smiles beatifically down at Jiang Wanyin. "Did you think you got away with all of your not-quite-suicide, shidi? Did you think there wasn't a cost to being careless with yourself? Poor Pan Fu,¹ did his hero really not know what he gave his life to?"

"No!" Jiang Wanyin's fingers twitched, but even now his arm was more gore than whole. "Stop, stop. Shixiong, stop. Pan Fu, Pan Fu..."

"Still sad about that brat even now? Why am I not surprised. He wasn't even that strong of a cultivator; he just reminded you of me. Let go already."

"I raised him," Jiang Wanyin cries. "Don't, please, please."

Merciless, the youth bent down until their faces are centimeters apart. "What can you do to stop me? What have you ever been able to do against me, shidi?"

"Let me die, let me die, let me die, please let me die."

For a moment, the youth only gazes at Jiang Wanyin. "No," he says, and pours more of the forest into his shidi.

¹ Pan Fu is from this ficlet. No, Wei Wuxian wasn't jealous, why would he be? Pan Fu was simply to hand when Jiang Cheng threw himself into danger.

(To protect Pan Fu. But why should that matter? Jiang-zongzhu can't die for one of his hundreds of disciples. What would they do without him, hmm?)

#pallas.rtf #sandu-zidian #mdzs #my writing #jiang cheng

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bidisasterevankinard · 9 days

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Fuck it Friday

I have a goal to end I want to dance with you tonight (and for the rest of my life) till Saturday and post so more from it

“Make love to me, Tommy.”

The prettiest smile on Tommy’s face, makes Buck smile too. Careful hands grab his hips again tonight, with less hot burning lust, yet not less passion and with way more tenderness, almost not touching his naked skin above the pants, not trying to claim his skin, but trying to make him feel the desire and care from Tommy, which Buck knows boils in man’s blood. He feels it all too. Both his and Tommy’s. He hopes the man feels his too.

The hands move to his thighs, nudging him to let Tommy pull him up, moving Buck's legs so that they are around his waist. Tommy strokes his legs gently and Buck is covered in goosebumps at how good it feels even when there is a thin layer of sweatpants between Tommy's big and warm hands and his skin.

They kiss all the way to Tommy’s bedroom, and Buck is really happy it’s not a big house, with a bedroom close to the living room, without any stairs they need to get over to make it to bed.

and if you want some angst for my new bucktommy mpreg fic I started today, go under cut(the scene is godfather Eddie and baby Sky, but bucktommy mentioned and implied) (@houseofevanbuckley you was interesting so tagging you)

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s your godfather Eddie,” Eddie smiles, looking into the baby blue eyes. He knows they will get only darker and brighter like her daddies’. He is just interested if her eyes will be like Buck’s electric blue, or Tommy’s intense steel blue. Buck once read a long lecture about how he and his boyfriends had different blue eyes and his daughter better take as much from him as she could because he's the one pregnant and he would ground her if she’s Tommy’s mini copy.

Eddie chuckles from the thought, with wet eyes, “he was joking, by the way, sweetheart. Your daddy will never make you do anything you don’t want to. And will never punish you for something that just can't be your fault. He loves you anyway. The way you are. And no matter what your eyes’ color is gonna be anyway it will be perfect like you already are. Perfect little princess .”

He strokes little round cheek, leaving a light kiss there, trying hard not to cry. He should be stronger for his friends, for Tommy, for Sky, for Buck. He should be the rock of the family right now. Because Tommy, Sky and Buck need him. Buck was protector of him and Chris for a lot of time, it’s Eddie’s time to be protector of Buck’s family. Be the best godfather ever possible.

“I know we should have met not like that,” Eddie whispers through a lump in the throat, “your daddy and papa should have introduced you to me officially, letting me hold you after they will take you together from the hospital. But, unfortunately, your daddy's dumb luck struck again, but,” Eddie lets the most beautiful baby girl clutch his finger in a firm grip. He grins at this, kissing her hand like a true princess, “your daddy is a fighter. The strongest man I know. He will fight to get back to you and your papa. And till then I will be here to make sure your papa takes care of himself. Because I know he will take the best care of you. But not himself.”

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dahliamalfoy97 · 1 year

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THRONE- Douma au, Douma x reader x a little bit of Akaza

Synopsis: the reader is a devoted follower of the demon Prince Douma and is helplessly in love with him and simply just wants to please him. Eventually Akaza joins in on the fun.

Warning: 18+ SMUT, MDNI, very kinky and very hardcore smut so please proceed with caution. Dacryphilia, masochist kink, exhibitionist kink, Praise kink, Degrading kink, choking, slapping, spitting, blowjobs, oral sex, penetration, double penetration, anal sex, murder, all sorts of dirty things so again please proceed with caution. And please enjoy!

You made your way to the throne room, with the prince's favorite dinner. You were a servant of Prince Douma, the current heir to the Demon Kingdom.

He had kidnapped you from your family and had forced you to serve him however he pleased. But to be honest your family had been horrible and had been close to selling you a sex slave in order to make a living. But before they could do that. Prince Douma had invaded your home, slaughtered your family and took you in as his own personal servant. But unlike your family, all you had to do for him was serve him food, run errands and sometimes kill people for him. He never touched you in anyway. And provided you with the finest clothes. All made of silk. And despite him being your captor, you couldn't help but be grateful to him. He had saved you.

He had a reputation for being evil, killing for fun. A true devil. But you never saw him as that. Actually you kind of got off on his sadistic side. Something about his dark side drew you to him. You found yourself often dreaming about him at night. Wanting to serve him in other ways.

You'd do anything for him.

Right now you wore a red silk kimono. His favorite color. There were slits for both legs to slide through. Your breasts peaked through the neckline, and a sash barely kept you clothed. You wanted to take your service to the next level. Your long hair was done up in a messy bun so your neck was exposed.

His eyes immediately focused on you, the minute you entered. Those rainbow eyes scanned you up and down shamelessly, as he sat in his usual casual position. Legs spread out, laid back, and his elbow perched on the armrest. While his face rested in the palm of his hand. His silver hair fell in waves to his waist. He was dressed in a red sweater , a white kimono and red silky pants. He was beautiful in a deadly way. Like a snake luring you into his trap. But you weren't afraid. Nothing would stop the unhealthy rapid way your heart pounded in your chest.

"Hello little lamb," he greets in that musical lilt of his.

"Hello, my Lord ," you bowed your head as you nearer the steps to his throne.

"You are dressed quite lovely today," he notes, "red is my favorite color and I love it even more now seeing it on you."

"Thank you, my Lord."

"But I didn't summon you, so what brings you here?"

You bite your lip, "I want to serve you better, my lord."

You glance up to see his eyes widen with curiosity, "but you are already my best servant."

You can't help but blush, "I think you're being modest."

He tilts his head, rainbow irises turning into crescents, "I mean you do everything I tell you without hesitation or complaint- despite what I did to your family."

"My family deserved their face," you said protest, "you saved me, honestly."

At this he laughs, "ever so gracious too, and brave. Most humans would fear me, especially with my appetite for blood and other things. But you? You look at me like I hung the moon and stars in the sky, and I can't help but find you adorable. So as in a thanks to being my most loyal servant, I will reward you, tell me do you want new dresses? Money?"

You shake your head, taking a bold step up the steps that lead up to his throne, he watches with newfound interest and amusement. But something else flashed in those vibrant eyes.

Once you get to the top, you kneel down in between his legs, "no, my lord dresses and money will never compare to giving you great pleasure if you let me."

He reaches forward gripping your chin, with a thoughtful expression, heat coursed through your veins at the mere touch. All it took was one simple touch and you knew you were a mess down below. You ached for him in places that no man had gone before. "Just know if you do this, you're forever bound to me. Which means your soul, your pussy, everything, belongs to me. For all eternity."

You nod, "I know that's all I want. All I've ever wanted was to be yours."

"That's awfully, bold but you've never been a meek one, i know you crave my darkness," he says, his normally tenor voice just slightly lower, his hand caresses you cheek softly, tracing down to your exposed neck, a predatory grin surfaces that shoots straight to your throbbing core. You bite your lip.

"Please my lord," you plead softly, "I'd do anything for you."

"Anything? Hmm?"

You nod.

"Would you kill for me?"

"Absolutely."

He chuckles, "would you die for me?"

"Of course."

"And would you sell your soul, possibly become a demon in order to be with me?"

"Is that even a question?"

"Well?" He pushes, his hand trailing back up to your chin, his thumb brushing along the bottom of your lip.

"Fuck yes," you hiss.

He laughs, pleased, "good, than you may proceed, little lamb. Please me and I might reward you."

You nod eagerly, you trail your hand up his thigh, continuing until you reach your destination. You palm him through the silky fabric. To your surprise he's already hard underneath your touch. Massive too. You glance up at him wide eyes in shock.

"Yes, little lamb, that's what you do to me every day, you're not the only one that wants this, especially when you're wearing my favorite color. Making me want you even more."

With this new found encouragement, you hastily undo his buckle. Tugging his pants down, you grip his hard length and pull it out. Gripping it with your small hands. His mere size was alone to make your mouth water. Long, thick and veiny. You stroke him, feeling him, mesmerized by the hot heavy feeling.

"Like what you see?" He chuckles, those bright orbs teasing.

“Absolutely,” you murmur, “you’re massive.”

Slowly, you bend your head down and take his head in his mouth. He hitches a breath when run the seam of your lips long his crown. Up and down in a teasing manner. His hands lace with your hair to pull it out of your face. But they remain there in tight grip. You feel him pulsing in your hand as you slowly lick down the side of his shaft and back up again before going up to suck the tip in lightly, causing his precum to leak out to which you immediately flick your tongue over to taste. Letting his salty cum coat your tongue.

“You’re doing so well,” he praises. You continue this light teasing of grazing his shaft with your lips and going back to suck on his tip, soft moans falling out of his lips as he stares at you. His usual rainbow irises have darkened with lust. You continue to gather precum and saliva to slide it up and down his cock. Gripping the base of his cock you bring in the tip even further into your mouth. Slacking your jaw so you can take him in further. His thick girth stretching your lips wide, as continuing to suck his crown and sucking the underside of his cock. Glancing up, he was turning into a moaning mess. You stroke him as you continue to play with him, sucking and licking along his length. Letting your teeth graze his hot veins lightly, causing him to groan.

“Who knew that the little lamb would be such a fucking tease.”

You look at him wide with innocent eyes but there’s a small smirk. Focusing back on his cock, you force yourself to take it in deeper. Choking slightly at the stretch. You pull off only to take him in some more, finally when it seems like he’s in all the way, to where he hits the back of your throat, you begins bobbing your head up and down. Gagging each you go all the way down. Your nose hitting his pubic bone. His moans going higher and becoming more loud encourage you to go faster.

“Fuck, that’s a good little lamb,” his cracks slightly. “Your mouth is made for my cock. It takes it so well.”

His words of praise shoot straight to your core. You reach between your skirt. To which you have no panties underneath which catches his attention. Watching as you start to play with yourself.

“Does your pretty little cunt need some attention too, little lamb?”

You only can hum in response.

“Do you want me to fuck your needy pussy?”

Again you can only hum for your mouth is stuffed full, he tsks in disapproval. Without warning he roughly yanks your head off his cock, chuckling as a string of saliva connected to your lips and his cock. Before his gaze darkens.

“I asked you a question, slut.”

You whimper as he degrades you in that musical lilt of his. He grips your chin roughly. Before forcefully pushing your mouth back on his cock, pushing your head all the way down, causing you to gag. Tears stream down at the sudden brutality but it only turned you on even more to see the true sinister look in his eyes. To see that usual smiling face shift into something dark and cunning.

“What can’t answer because your mouth is too full of my cock?” He mocks. Yanking your head up and then forcing it down again. Seeming to get pure satisfaction of you struggling to take his cock each time. “What a pathetic slut.”

He begins thrusting up into your mouth. The back of his hitting the back of your throat harshly. Not letting you adjust at all, he laughs when you gag and cry, not letting up on his brutal assault on your mouth.

He grips your throat squeezing slightly with his long hands, causing you to choke at the sudden lack of air.

“It’s so fûcking entertaining seeing you choke on my cock, your tears also turn me on so much.” He smirks. “ you cry so pretty for me.”

You’re dripping now, you could feel your arousal pooling on the ground at his rough manhandling.

“Are dripping down there?” He taunts, “I can smell your arousal. Tell me, do you like me being rough with you and using you like the dirty whore you are ?”

“Mhfffm”

He chokes you again, “I can’t hear slut, you’re mouth is full. Didn’t your parents ever teach you to not talk with your mouth full?”

You whimper at his words, loving how he taunted you.

Soon he’s shooting down your mouth, tugging you off of him. Forcing your mouth open, “fûcking swallow everything.”

You immediately obey making sure to swallow every drop and morsel of his cum. Then opening your mouth wide to show him.

He smirks, “good girl. Now get up and strip for me.“

You shakily stand up, and begin stripping. Slowly. Teasing him even further. Smirking at the way his eyes darken again. Noticing he was still fully dressed aroused you even more. Soon you are completely bare before him.

“No panties and no bra,” he muses, resting his chin in his hands taking you in lazily but that darkness lingered in those rainbow depths. “What a slut for practically strutting around my castle naked, begging to be fucked.”

“I only did this for you, my Lord,” you reply softly.

His grin widens, “of course you did. Because you’re not just a slut. You’re my slut.”

He stands up, sheds out of his own clothes and stalks to you like a predator assessing his prey. He’s beautifully pale. Every inch of him seems to be perfectly molded, from his well muscled chest, to his thin waist and thick thighs and long hard cock, that stood angrily and taut against his stomach. Your mouth waters at how beautiful he is. His hand caresses your your cheek, running along your neck and down your tits. He runs a finger over the hardened nubs. Pinching between his finger and thumb.

“So fucking gorgeous,” suddenly he’s behind you. Pressing your backside against his naked front. Pushing his hard cock against your ass. You moan feeling it poke and taunt you. He presses you against him. Biting you ear, smirking when you writhe against him, crying out. His hands run down your front caressing your tits, teasing them as he kneeds them before continuing a path down to your aching cunt.

“P-please my Lord,” you plead breathlessly.

“Please what ?” He taunts. “What do you want slut?”

“Please fuck me,” you whimper, “I need you to fuck me.”

“Hmm let me think about it,” he hums, “I think I want to tease you more. I love feeling trapped against me. Writhing like a helpless little lamb, waiting so desperately to be devoured. It makes me feel so good and so powerful.”

“Please,” you beg.

“But I’m not done playing with you yet,” with out warning he begins teasing your clit with his fingers. Rubbing it, causing you to buck and squirm against him. “So helplessly wet,” he chuckles darkly. “I bet I don’t even need to prep you. I can slide my cock into you with ease because you’re so wet and willing for me.”

To taunt you even more, he slides his cock in between your thighs. Running it back and forth along your aching seams. But not enough to go in. It was pure torture the way he teased your pussy. You were aching for him and he knew it, yet he continued to torture you with his cock.

“Please,” you sob on the verge of losing whatever insanity you had left. This man was driving you crazy. Crazy with need and desire. “Just fuck me already.”

Chuckling he ignores your plea, abruptly inserting a long finger into your walls. You instantly cry at the sudden intrusion. But with your wetness, your cunt sucked him in easily.

“See? You don’t need to be prepped. You’re all ready for me to fuck.”

You have no chance to breath or speak as he suddenly slides into you all in one go. Not giving your tight walls any chance to adjust before he immediately starts to drill into you. Instantly, you become a sobbing mess as he slams into you with such brutal, animalistic speed. Nothing human in the way he moves. Harsh and unforgiving. Relentless hard thrusts.

“Ohmygodohmygod,” you sob, reaching out to hold into something. But there was nothing but him to hold you up. He had full security and control of your body.

“You are so fûcking tight for me,” he grunts. “Such a perfect little plaything for me to fuck and destroy. I’m going to fuck pussy every day. Going to fuck it dumb so all it can think about is me and how I make it feel.”

“Please,” you mumble, “please use me as your plaything. Please my lord, fuck me dumb,”

He chuckles darkly, “of course you want me to fuck you stupid, because you’re nothing but a desperate little slut. My slut to fuck.”

He continues ramming into you without mercy, he wraps his hand around your throat again squeezing.

“Repeat after me,” he demands. “Say you’re my slut to fuck.”

But all you can manage is garbled words as he cuts off your airway. Which is he wants so he can mock and torture you some more.

He lets go of your throat, slapping your face, “fûcking answer me bitch. You’re my slut to fuck.”

“Y-you’re my slut to fuck,” you repeat, drunk and out of your mind.

He cackles before choking you again, “wrong words, sweetheart. Try that again. You’re my slut to fuck.”

“I’m your slut to fuck!” You scream out.

“There you go, there’s a good slut, my slut,” he slows his pace slightly, torturing you with slow strokes going deeper and deeper. As if he’s searching for something, you immediately moan and he smirks, knowing he’s found it. “You take my cock so well. I can feel you clenching around me, so I know you’re close, sweetheart.”

All you can do is nod.

“Beg for me to let you cum,” he orders, choking you again.

“Please,” you plead once more. “Let me cum.”

With a smirk, he quickens his pace, before bringing his mouth to the corner of your neck. Fangs graze your skin, before sinking in. You scream out the delicious pain of his bite and his hard thrusts of pleasure send you into a crashing wave of pleasure. You feel him releasing into you, hot and heavy. Filling your hole with every inch of his cum.

With a flash he detaches his mouth. He picks up and throws you onto his throne, he positions you so you’re sitting facing him. He yanks at your legs pushing them up so they’re perched on the armrests and you’re stretched and exposed for him to see. He’s quickly sinking to his knees, pulling you forward so you’re sitting on the edge. He runs a finger along your swollen wet clit.

“What a delicious sight, all ready for me to eat.” Instantly, he’s on you. Lapping and sucking in your clit, devouring you like a starving man. “So fûcking delicious,” he growls, against your clit his rainbow irises fix on you, never letting up as he eats you out. You cry out and arch your back at the overwhelming pleasure for you were still sensitive from your previous orgasm.

“Douma,” you choke in between moans. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” he growls. “As a demon, I can never go to heaven, but fuck, you are my heaven. My little dirty Angel. You taste so fucking divine and your pretty little noises are my salvation. I am never letting you go and I will never stop devouring this pussy. I can’t get enough.”

And you get lost in the overwhelming pleasure of him feasting on you with such fervor, you can’t help but grind on his face. Wanting as much friction. Desperate for that release again. It’s when he inserts two fingers that you completely lose it, once again being overstimulated by his tongue and his fingers curling within you, stretching you out again- you don’t notice the doors to the throne room opening, footsteps sound, causing you both to freeze and look at the intruder.

“Who dares to interrupt my meal?” Douma demands in annoyance. But you push his face down to continue. Not wanting him to stop. His rainbow irises flicker with pride and obeys your command, he resumes his feast on your cunt.

You watch in amusement as the stranger continues to walk in. It was one of his followers. But there was so many of them, that you couldn’t remember his name but that didn’t matter.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” the follower stammers, “but we have an emergency.”

“And what is this emergency?” You press, in a mocking manner. Grinding your hips shamelessly on Douma’s mouth. You could feel your high building with each thrust of his tongue and fingers.

“Prince Akaza is here,” the idiot keeps his gaze averted and looking on the ground.

“Tell him he can wait,” you speak. “We’re are a bit busy at the moment.”

“Who are you to give orders? Human?” The follower hisses. “Just because you’re warming the Prince’s bed doesn’t mean you can give orders.”

Douma stills and turns to glare at the man, “that is your Queen you’re disrespecting, if she tells you we are busy and that royal asshole can wait then I suggest you fucking listen and show some fucking respect!”

“But but-“

“Fuck off,” you snap, pissed that you’re orgasm was being delayed by some idiot.

“But-“

You pick up the dagger that’s sitting on the table next to the throne and hurl it at the follower. It imbeds itself in his throat causing him to choke and for blood to fill up. He claws at his throat in weak attempts to get it out but ends up ripping it out and falling to the floor in heap. Lifeless.

“Sorry he was getting on my nerves,” you look down at Douma who’s staring at you with intent, suddenly feeling shy at what you had done.

He grips your chin and pulls you into a kiss, “don’t apologize, sweetheart. You had every right to kill that fucker, he was disrespecting you. And interrupting our time together and you handled it perfectly.”

Your eyes widen, “really?”

“Yes. You’re fûcking sexy being all cold and demanding. Being ruthless and unforgiving. You’re everything I need as my Queen.”

“Then I’m not sorry for killing him.”

“How did it feel?” He questions softly, going to sink fingers in your cunt again, causing you to arch and writhe against his fingers.

“So fûcking good,” you moan.

He grins, “Atta girl!”

That’s all it takes for you to come undone around his fingers. But that doesn’t stop him from lapping up your cum from your cunt. Sucking all of your juices with a satisfying hum.

Suddenly, he’s manhandling you once more. Picking you up and sitting down with you on his lap, “go ahead and ride me, Sweetheart.”

You nod happily, as you hook your legs around his waist, straddling him. You take a hold of his still hard cock and line it up with your slit, teasing him lightly. Before sinking down onto him in one go. You sit for a moment, reveling in the way he stretches you out in this new position. You could feel every vein and inch of his skin against yours. You swirl your hips a little wanting to feel every inch of him stretch you out.

“God,” you moan in a shaky breath.

“That’s right, I am your god,” he cooes, tauntingly. “Now take your god’s cock and worship it with that deliciously tight cunt of yours. “

You smirk as you begin riding him, going jo and down his shaft, taking him in deeper with each bounce. You’re smirk falling into moan as you continue to fuck yourself on him. You lean forward connecting your lips with his, capturing them in a hungry, needy kiss. To encouraged with his own. Your tongues dance in violent battle both of you fighting for dominance but he immediately win. Smirking when you whine in defeat, but also loving how easily he took control of you. You wanted him to have full control. You wanted to give him all your love.

“You feel so amazing squeezing around my cock and you look stunning as you fall apart riding me, I love it,” he murmurs against your lips.

“I love it too,” you whine softly, your movements slowing down as you can feel yourself tiring and shaking around him, “I love you, Douma.”

He laughs and starts fucking up into you, gripping your hips tightly, to help brace you.

“Of course you do, I love you too.”

The doors the throne room open again but neither of you stop. Not wanting to be interrupted again.

“Don’t stop,” Douma growls, choking you again as he repeatedly slams into you from below. Let him watch how good I own this pussy.”

You moan and choke in response.

“Of course this is why you’re ignoring me,”’a deep annoyed voice calls out. This one more bold and cocky than the other intruder. “Ignoring your Princely duties to fuck a whore. How typical of you Douma.”

“That’s right she is my whore and not yours, Akaza,” Douma taunts, you, yourself can’t help but smirk. Glancing a smug grin over your shoulder at the other demon Prince. Something like disgust and slight arousal flickers in those yellow eyes of his.

“Well I can’t blame you,” Akaza says indifferently. But his eyes are dark with lust. “She’s fûcking stunning.”

“That’s because this whore, is My Queen, and she’ll be ruling by my side from now on.”

“I see,” Akaza murmurs. “Well I’ll come back to talk you again when you’re finished.”

“You sure you don’t want to join us?” Douma mocks. “You sure to be enjoying the show. She’ll probably happily take another cock. Isn’t that right, my little lamb?”

The purple haired demon prince is behind you in a flash, palming his hard tent through his pants. He was hot too, with pale skin and blue markings running down his face and exposed torso.

“Do you want me to?” He asks, taking your chin and forcing you to look af him as Douma lazily continues to pound into you below.

You nod, “yes. Yes please.”

He smirks, “well since you beg so nicely.”

You watch with half kids as he pulls his cock out of his pants. He lifts his fingers to your mouth.

“Suck,” he orders.

You oblige, taking his fingers into your mouth sucking on them and coating them with your saliva. He shoves them in deep, causing you to choke and your eyes do water. He removes them only to pry your mouth open again and spits in your mouth. You immediately swallow. He grins darkly.

“Isn’t she a perfect little slut?” Douma cooes, bucking his hips into you a little more brutal this time. Causing you to scream, your voice hoarse.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Akaza growls, he begins stroking his cock with your saliva coating his hands. He reaches in between where your cunt and Douma’s cock meet. Gathering the cum that is forming around and using it to brush along your asshole, feeling it eagerly flutter at his touch. Then he slowly begins pushing a finger in.

“Oh fuck,” you both hiss together.

“You’re so fucking warm and tight, Princess,” Akaza growls, “I can’t wait to stretch this pretty pink hole out and make it bleed.”

You whimper at his lewd words only turning you on even more. Plus Douma was still fucking your pussy relentlessly. He enters another finger, and then a third your hole scissoring and stretching you out even more.

“You want that hmm?” Akaza smirks, “you want me to make this tight little hole bleed?”

“Yes, please,” you sob.

He laughs, “so pathetic”.

Douma brings you in for a kiss just as Akaza line his tip at your hole, before slamming into you at full force. You immediately fall apart as your stuffed completely. Douma in your pussy and Akaza in your ass. Both destroying your insides without any of mercy.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck,” you scream, “I’m so full-feels so fucking good.”

“Such a greedy little cock slut, begging to be stuffed with two cocks? What mine isn’t enough? You need his too?” Douma laughs cruelly, “what a fucking greedy little bitch.”

You whine in protests.

“That’s right, scream for us,” Akaza growls, “scream so everyone can hear what a little cock whore you are.”

Soon enough, the overwhelming pleasure of being filled with two cocks and two demons manhandling you with such brutality, the pleasure becomes too much and you’re coming around them.

“That’s right, make a mess,” Douma laughs. “Cum all over us.”

Soon Douma is shooting his own load into you, you both watch in satisfaction as it fills you up. After a few more grunts and thrusts. Akaza follows soon after, not wasting a single second emptying his seed into your asshole. When demons are satisfied with you being filled to the brim with their cum, they pull out. You immediately feel yourself clenching at sudden emptiness, wanting to be filled again but your body was too tired to go again. Even though you knew you’d let them fuck you unconscious if you could.

“Thanks for joining us, Akaza,” you murmur tiredly.

“Looks like I’ll have to visit you two more often,” Akaza grunts, as he tucks himself back in his pants.

“You’re welcome anytime,” Douma says.

Shortly, Akaza leaves, Douma presses a soft kiss on your forehead before scooping you up.

“You did so well for me, my little lamb, now let’s get you cleaned up.”

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chloecherrysip · 1 year

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it has been days and i haven't seen ANYONE mention this so fine, FINE, i will be the one to do it

"We'll see how tough this Mario is when he watches me KILL HIS BROTHER!"

THIS LINE ALL BY ITSELF FELT VERY SCARY AND I FULLY UNDERSTAND WHY THERE WAS NEVER A MOMENT WHERE BOWSER COULD ACTUALLY TRY TO MAKE GOOD ON THIS THREAT, THAT'D BE TOO INTENSE FOR THE TONE THEY WERE GOING FOR, BUT...

WHAT IF...

(look, all i'm saying is the angst gremlin inside of me came ALIVE for a hot second and started imagining scenes playing out in different ways where Bowser DOES have this opportunity with both brothers together before the final battle and it is extremely heartwrenching stuff, OKAY)

I was originally gonna end this post here but welp, now I brainstormed a whole alternative scene under the cut

Imagine this: we're on the Rainbow Road. The blue shell hits! DK does still fall into the ocean (maybe yelling "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAUUUUULT" at Mario as he goes down) but Mario is thrown back by the explosion onto the side of Rainbow Road with Cranky Kong and the other Kongs (he is definitely injured, though) and lands there as they freak out about DK. Peach and Toad are still safely on the other side.

Mario is thus captured with all the other Kongs and taken to Bowser's airship (Peach and Mario call out to each other worriedly but there's nothing she can do and the flying Koopas are coming after her too so Mario yells for her to run and her and Toad have to flee, waaah)

(This would also let Bowser and Mario actually get to meet before the end, which I think would have been nice! Not absolutely necessary, I think the movie works fine without it, but it would have really driven home the threat/stakes a little harder and created a stronger Darkest Moment, I think)

Bowser, seeing that Mario is captured, is just FILLED with hateful glee and wants to break this little man down so badly after he DARED to get close to HIS princess, and he asks Kamek to bring out Luigi from the prison

Mario, now in the airship and restrained, gets to actually SEE Bowser and register how big/menacing he is and they have some banter where Bowser is FURIOUS and Mario is honestly just kind of confused, like, "dude, what is your problem with me??? I just came to this world two days ago???" (He's scared, of course, he's never seen anyone quite like Bowser before, but he also knows his type right away - he's a bully, and Mario's dealt with his fair share of bullies, that's for sure)

But then of course the conversation comes around to "WHERE IS MY BROTHER, LET MY BROTHER GO" and then Luigi is brought in, hands bound, and the brothers can't help but have big, teary smiles and call out happily for each other

But that happiness ends QUICKLY because Bowser advances on Luigi and Mario realizes all at once what's going to happen and he tries to run at him but Kamek drags him back with the magic

And like...I am not one for anything TOO excessive here, I wouldn't want it to be TOO far outside what a movie like this would include, but Bowser does start to hurt Luigi - picking him up and throwing him down, kicking him, scratching him up, and Mario is just in AGONY and desperately struggling to pull free from the magic and begging Bowser to stop, please, if he's mad at someone, hurt HIM, beat HIM up, whatever he wants, but please, don't take it out on his brother, PLEASE, he'll do ANYTHING

But of course, that just makes Bowser taunt Mario more, because he CAN'T do anything. He wants to see Mario broken down and a pathetic mess and begging HIM, the great Koopa King, for mercy because the princess would never be attracted to someone like THAT, how could she, how shameful! Bowser will be sure to tell her ALL about it when he proposes, he is delighted

(oh man, Bowser could even say something like that "whatever happens to him is YOUR fault, you brought your dear brother down with you when you dared to meddle in my fairytale wedding!!!" And it's a ~*~THEMATIC CALLBACK~*~ to Mario's dad, waaaah)

And finally, it looks like Bowser is going to strike a BIG blow but Kamek gets distracted or Mario just becomes desperate enough to pull free of the magic's influence with the power of BROTHERLY LOVE and he gets a punch in on Bowser that knocks him back!!!

And then Mario is helping Luigi up, holding his bruised face sweetly and reassuring him that it's gonna be okay, they're gonna get out of here and go home, and they try to run but they get dragged apart by guards/Kamek/etc again

Bowser is EXTREMELY MAD but manages to calm down and says that he actually appreciates Mario interrupting him with his pathetic little punch because he almost acted too rashly. After all, if he kills Luigi now, he'll be one prisoner short for his ritualistic sacrifice for him and Peach's wedding! Can't have that! Too bad Mario's gonna miss it! And then he grabs Mario and carries him out while Luigi is being carried/dragged back to prison and they're both horrified and crying out each other's names desperately as they're separated AGAIN

Mario gets thrown off the airship by Bowser into the ocean and left for dead (Mario probably gets one more defiant line where he swears he's gonna stop Bowser and Bowser tells Mario that'll never happen but not to worry, him and Peach are going to be very happy together and Mario and his brother will be reunited soon enough - in DEATH [evil laughter])

And then Mario gets swallowed by the eel and DK is already there and things start to play out the same way as the movie from there EXCEPT that when him and DK snipe at each other, Mario starts to break down a little and the line "Well, at least your brother's not gonna die because of you!" has a LOT more emotional weight to it and it's just a longer, more heartwrenching Darkest Moment scene in general, sob)

(and you could also have a scene with Luigi back in prison where he is obviously extremely shaken up and hurt and not knowing what happened to Mario, what did Bowser do with him, is his brother even still ALIVE, why was he so WEAK and unable to do anything, unable to even protect himself or help Mario, etc etc and that helps him have a character beat that maybeeeee makes his surprise rescue of Mario at the end feel more earned????? HMM)

I'M SORRY, I LOVE ANGST (that eventually ends happily) AND IT COMPELS ME

i'm gonna have to write this as an actual, full-fledged fic, aren't I, lolol

#mario movie spoilers #super mario bros movie spoilers #mario movie #super mario bros movie #you all already know from my previous speculative fic that bowser directly targeting luigi as mario's weakest point makes me WEAK #and that line in the movie just made the worst impulses in me flare up I'M SORRY I CAN'T HELP IT #cherrysip hc's & rambling

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thechekhov · 6 months

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So I'm not an artist but i know a few things here and there about it, so i can understand some things about what people talk about like layers or some brush stuff but when it comes to AI art I don't have that artist eye that would help immensely distinguish between real art and ai generated images. I used to use the "look at the hair/hands/fingers/toes/ribbons" advice but some AI is actually progressing to a point where the people making those images hide the noticeable stuff or the AI actually did a decent job .

I looked at that ghost image and the only thing i could even kinda assume was the rainbow glass looking effect but I've seen oil painted images that look so realistic that i immediately assumed it was AI until i read a caption or notes.

Do you have an insight or advice or tips to share to make it a bit easier to distinguish without relying to see other people, if there even are people, who say anything about questionable art?

I don't know if they're really tips, per se. I'm not an AI sleuth or anything, nor do I mean to be. I just think it's necessary to label this stuff. Especially because the further in we go, the better AI is getting at looking very reputable and real. There will be, I imagine, a day when no one can tell an artificially generated image from one created by a person... and it's important to try to normalize NOT hiding it early on.

That being said, with that image in mind I saw the following:

Yeah, the cabinet handles. They're not symmetrical. That's it. That's the only thing that tipped me off. That and just... another sixth sense I can't place.

If I was an artist that drew these, I would probably fix that. It's not an aesthetic choice.

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weird-an · 11 months

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It's the first pride Steve ever goes to. It's 1986, he's in San Francisco, far away from Hawkins and its horrors, walking along the street with Robin.

She grins and Steve can see it in her eyes, a new sense of belonging, a relief, a we're not alone, shining brighter than the sun. Behind them someone yells the theme: "Forward Together, No Turning Back".

He feels like there is a wound in his soul and now it's like the words pull the splinter out. He never wants to go back to Indiana again.

He turns around the corner, following the masses and he gets so distracted by all the shirtless guys, he nearly bumps into the one in front of him.

"Sorry," Steve says, his mouth hanging open when he comes face to face with Billy Hargrove. Who died at Starcourt a year ago.

Billy who blinks at him, blue eyes full of life and now- confusion. He's still rocks his mullet, only now he's wearing a pink scrunchie. He isn't wearing a shirt. There is a big scar just below his sternum, thin lines stretching from it towards his shoulders and abs like an exploding star. There is glitter on them, sparkling in colors of the rainbow.

Robin's elbow hits his side. Steve is staring, but he can't look away.

"Eyes up here, Harrington." Billy snaps his fingers in front of Steve's face. "What are you doing here?" he says accusatory like he isn't the one thought dead.

"Because I belong here," Steve snaps. It has taken so much time and nearly dying at the claws of Demodogs and the teeth of bats to break down the barriers of what he thought he had to do and what he wanted to. No fucking way he's going to let Billy say anything against that.

Billy stares at him, scars glittering in the sun.

"Same," he mumbles. Steve's pulse stutters for a few seconds.

Billy then grins boyishly at Steve, reminding him of the Billy who rubbed against him at practice and always stole his soap in the showers, the one he rarely got to see and never did against after the sad excuse for a fight at the Byers' house.

"Steve Harrington! As I live and breathe." Billy laughs and slings his arm around Steve's shoulder. "A fucking queer like me."

"Yeah," Robin interrupts. "How are you still breathing, Hargrove?"

Billy rubs his chest, one arm still around Steve. A bit of glitter stays on his fingers.

"No fucking idea," he says. "I just know I wanna get wasted tonight."

Robin opens her mouth to possibly ask a million questions, but Steve's mouth is faster. Even though he didn't plan on saying anything.

"Can I buy you a drink then?" he blurts out.

Billy nearly trips. Steve laughs into his ear. He made Billy Hargrove stumble. By asking him out. This is the best day of his life.

"Fucking unbelievable." Robin rolls her eyes.

There is a shade of pink on Billy's nose and it's not from the sun. "I promised Heather I'd at least make it to-"

"Heather?" Robin's face lightens. "Holloway? Is she alive, too?"

"You bet your ass, Buckley," a voice behind them says. "Let's ditch these idiots after the parade."

Heather winks at Billy, a similar pink scrunchie in her hair and popping a bubble gum with the same color.

"Bitch," Billy says without malice.

"But your best one." Heather blows him a kiss and grabs Robin's arm.

Billy grins at Steve. Steve grins back. He wants to kiss him on his thin blond mustache. Maybe he will, tonight.

Forward together, no turning back.

#i just want everybody to be gay and alive #happy pride #harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove ficlet #steve x billy #robin buckley #buckleway #heather holloway

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rusquared · 7 months

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drabble idea so i can enjoy the act of sharing my thoughts without the time investment of writing shit down:

han sooyoung stopped writing. she couldn't hold a pen with the same careless ease anymore. not after everything that her own hands had caused. she can grade essays and she'll even bicker with dokja about the quality of the random books he picks up. but she won't write. she still flinches when joonghyuk brushes past her and is so real. she won't write.

joonghyuk pisses her off, as usual, about something or the other. in return she leaves a sticky note on top of an embarrassing gift for him. something petty and annoying. joonghyuk tries to ignore her. so she starts leaving them on his door. "yjh is a bastard" "supreme king, 33, unemployed" etc. they increase every week and yjh, for all his cleanliness, never removes them.

sometimes she gets risky. "yoo joonghyuk will do as i, han sooyoung, command". she pretends she didn't already do this to him in two separate worldlines. "today, the supreme king shall make tteokbokki for the black flames empress" "tonight, the supreme king shall not complain about the dishes being done" "this week, the supreme king will not say no to karaoke night"

something about referring to him in the 3rd person is funny, and she keeps it up. but she finds herself leaving sticky notes in her room, too. "what does it mean to be an actor?" "young girl. creates underground fight club" "what's a good magic system in a world based in space?"

han sooyoung never prided herself for creativity, or passion. she just knew how to write, and how to write well (ignoring the one time she wrote in the sloppiest, most verbose, and most passionate way possible). so these little notes don't mean anything to her. it's nothing of note. the view from the window just looked interesting this afternoon. "kim dokja still uses government name in online forums" "yoo sangah -> sadist? enjoys arguing with senators" notes. notes. notes. she's just making observations, is all.

without the avatar skill, and with the system barely there, her mind is quiet. no predictions being made. whatever plot comes to mind is no longer the most probable or best written.

one day, dokja bursts into her room to complain about something or the other. she's asleep at her desk. in front of her, the wall is a rainbow of colors. dokja can't peel his eyes away. what he had always reached for. what none of the other books, as good as they were, could give him. tls123's writing.

it's disjointed and mixed, multiple plot ideas picked up and dropped, no coherent order to it all. but he gathers as many as he can without her noticing, and tiptoes to his room. joonghyuk, watching from the doorway, says nothing. he places the tea he had prepared next to sooyoung's sleeping figure and covers her with a blanket.

when sooyoung slips into dokja's bedroom on another sleepless night permeated by what if he's not there?, she freezes. he has placed all the sticky notes he could gather on his own wall. lovingly arranged in order. some even having miniature sticky notes of their own with his thoughts and questions. the boy so hungry for her stories went ahead and pieced them together on his own. han sooyoung won't write again. but kim dokja will always be her #1 reader.

#DO U SEEEEEEEEEE #doksoo #its technically yoohankim but i dont have the energy to get into the yoohan bits #yoohankim #BUT DO YOU SEEEEEE #MY VISION #orv spoilers

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quimichi · 7 months

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. . . . ╰──╮FURINA GF HEADCANONS ╭──╯ . . . .

Furina x GN!Reader

*ೃ༄ like I said in another post, she has this talent where she can both be clingy but not. She's a mystery yk

*ೃ༄ will tease you but can get awfully flustered too, especially in public. But she wouldn't admit it, she can play it off very well you won't notice a thing

*ೃ༄ and yes, she always takes you to court, you have a chair beside her. Even asks you about what you think, your view on things are interesting to her especially in some more complicated cases

*ೃ༄ having dinner with you or any food is something she wants and needs. Desperately even. You don't make her feel lonely, obviously. And she is quite intrigued in what you like and dislike, what kinds od textures you enjoy or how you eat this dish specifically. It sounds stranger and stalkerish but listen, the details are important. It makes you, you

*ೃ༄ and discovering you like the depths of fontaines sea? Sign her up. She's quite curious

*ೃ༄ she has secrets herself but it's way more fun getting yours out than hers

*ೃ༄ spontanic, and it's both painful and exciting

*ೃ༄ wants to appear like the best in front of you. Not only does she want you impress you with her abilities as an Archon, but with looks and how she holds herself too

*ೃ༄ legitimately practiced in front of a giant mirror. The poses, expressions, tones of voice literally anything. She even made up conversations that could happen to get better. She really wants to impress you and seem like someone you can look up to

*ೃ༄ has jealousy problems. Will either shut you out completely when she's jealous or will be possessive. Makes sure people know your hers even without her touch on you, without any marks or other such things. People should know because of the way she treats you, and she expects them to know

*ೃ༄ just as much she expects everyone to respect you like her. She's an Archon yes, but you are her love, her everything. If they don't respect you or show care, neither will she for them

*ೃ༄ gives you cutle lil presents in a daily basis, when she spots something shimmery like a shell, she gets it. A necklace, you get it. This pretty rock, you get it. This random rainbow rose, you get it. Yk what I mean, it's always something else, quite exciting huh?

*ೃ༄ kinda like a sugar mommy but also not, at least she doesn't gives off this vibe. Yes she does pay for everything, but you also pay for your own things sometimes, so does she. And you also pay for things for her. It's just that most if the time it's her with the control over the money but you both act very neutral about that, she insist to pay tho-

*ೃ༄ wants all your attention, quote literally. Pay to much attention to this random stranger with a pretty bag and you're done for the day. Kinda pissed off at you but also pissed off at the stranger. Jealous but with this hint of childishness

*ೃ༄ quite insecure, she has an image to keep up. She struggles a lot on the inside and has many issues, a hug can't fix it but it does help. Really, she has hopes you could cure her in a way, fix her-

*ೃ༄ thrives of compliments. She trys to give them back but well, actions and gifts make it better, it's an easier "wording"

*ೃ༄ a relationship with Furina takes a lot of time, she will slowly, very slowly let hurler guard down, show you how she truly is and feels. It takes a lot of work and trust from her side to let any negative thing out

*ೃ༄ as long as you have patience with her, it will be much easier for both of you. But of course she also carries a big part in the relationship and will try her best to make you also feel better!

A/n: idk much about her I just trusted my intuition, but I do really like her so--

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin furina #furina #furina x reader #furina genshin #hydro archon

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wildlife4life · 4 months

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Seven (+) Sentence Sunday

Tagged by the very lovely @rainbow-nerdss, @fortheloveofbuddie @wikiangela @evanbegins and @daffi-990. Thank you! Can't wait for all your upcoming works!

In honor of the NFL regular season coming to an end today and the beginning of the playoffs, I'm sharing a part of a fan favorite. That's right ya'll, its an NFL Buck snippet! WOOOOO! (And I know this wayyyyy more than seven sentences, but are ya'll going to complain about extra NFL Buck?)

Eddie wasn't lying when he told Chimney he loved football. He just didn't say how much. When Chim invited the newest member of the 118 and his son to a kid friendly sports bar to watch the Rams play the Colts in Indy, he was expecting to be turned down. Hen encouraged it, "He needs friends that enjoy what he does. And I really can't listen to another rant about football stats or how Dustin Watson isn't taking the Texans to the tournament." "Deshaun Watson." Bobby corrected from the kitchen, "And its the playoffs." Hen rolls her eyes, "Whatever. You both have Sunday free and Buckley is playing, Christopher's favorite player." "How do you know the Ram's quarterback is playing, but not the name of the man who got Buckley kicked out of Texas?" Chim teased. "Denny." His friend answers simply, "You know he likes all things LA Rams." "Then why aren't you inviting Eddie and Christopher to your place to watch the game with Denny?" "Because Howard," Hen remarks a little sharply, "I'm not off Sunday and Karen has yet to meet Eddie, so it would be uncomfortable for everyone to have him in our home without me. Why are you arguing about this? You were just complaining about how Eddie and I are all buddy-buddy the other day." "You two have a lot more in common and somehow I always seem to stick my foot in my mouth whenever I talk to the guy. I freaking outed the dude!" Chimney reminds them. Bobby steps away from the stove and joins the two paramedics at the marble island, "Eddie wasn't making it easy for any of us to get to know him. Hen was just braver than most to actually approach him. Now its your turn and football is a good jumping point." Chimney opens his mouth to try objecting again, "And it will help in making up for the whole outing incident and interrogating his kid."

Cap had him there "And you'll pay." Hen demands and when Chimney arches a brow of slight disagreement she just shrugs and states, "It'll help dispel some of the notion of being his boyfriend's sugar baby and his birthday is the same week, making this an easy gift." And Hen made the kill shot. So Chimney awkwardly approached Eddie in the locker room at the end of their shift and invited him and Christopher to watch the game. He was happily surprised when Eddie said yes and brought an equally ecstatic Christopher with him without hesitation. Chim was additionally surprised with Eddie's total enrapture of the game, even more so with his undivided attention to the Ram's new quarterback, Evan Buckley. Every play the man made, Eddie was on his feet making some sort of comment. Good plays came with shouts of, "Good boy Buckley!" and "Great throw man!". Poor plays, interceptions, or missed opportunities, were met with, "Shake it off Buckley!" and "You got this Evan!" And any missed or bad calls from the refs... well Chimney knew foul language when he heard it, no matter what language. "We have a swear jar at home. It gets donated to Evan's charity at the end of the season." Christopher explains when he catches Chimney's questioning side glance after his father's latest f-bomb. Ah well, at least there's some sort of consequence to cursing in front of a child. "I have to pay up too if I say anything like my dad does, but I've never come close to his number." Chris adds on with a giggle and Chimney joins him with a low chuckle of his own. A niggle of curiosity has him asking, "And what about Buck?" The younger Diaz gives all his attention to what remains of his fries and shrugs with one shoulder, "Um... well I've never watched a game with Buck, but he does always double the jars total when we donate it." Chimney really wants to push on the whole matter of Eddie's partner of 10 years never once watching a game with the kid, but he knows interrigating Chris (again) about Buck (who is off limits unless otherwise brought up) would probably put an end to Eddie and Chim's burgeoning friendship. So he goes for a joke, "He must live with soap in his mouth if your dad is to go by." Earning a full belly laugh from the teen and Chimney counts it as a major win when Eddie glances back with bright grin.

I feel like Eddie and Chim have the whole, I'm friends with you because of a Buckley and because we work together thing. So take away the Buckley and its a bit of an awkward friendship, which I wanted to highlight and improve. Hope you all enjoyed!!!! More NFL Buck can be found here.

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