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buckys-wintersoldier · 4 months

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Already mine | Bucky Barnes

Pairing -> BestFriend!Bucky Barnes x BestFriend!Female!Reader

Summary -> Bucky and you are fake dating for a mission, when the two of you are out for dinner you tell him about your planned date with someone. But Bucky isn’t really happy about it and makes sure to show you that you’re already his.

Warnings -> (E) Minors DNI, 18+, smut, slight chocking, kinda public fingering (not really), fingering (fem!receiving), oral (fem!receiving), unprotected p in v, multiple orgasm, squirting, breeding kink, jealous/possessive Bucky, bit of miscommunication

Wordcount -> 3.4K

Request -> I am absolutely foaming at the mouth as i think about this request i'm just ASHWUWHEU. okay, i'm sorry. hello! i wanted to order (👀) something from your smut menu which would be !!! fake dating (i gobble this up every time), jealous!bucky (when he's POSSESSIVEEE like yes please), and breeding kink (don't look at me like that...) idk if you allow additional details, but maybe some miscommunication/misunderstanding? god, i love that little pain before the delicious fluff & smut. 🥹 but you don't have to add that bit if it's not allowed! back to freaking out JDAJJDWJIDWKDO omg if you do write this, i will forever be thankful JDIANDKWMFKFKKEFKKR THANK YOU!

A/N -> Thank you so much for the request. I tried to include everything, I added a few things and I hope you like it. My askbox is open so feel free to send and ask, as well as that feel free to send a request for the Bucky Barnes Smut Menu.

Prompt -> Fandom-Free Bingo | B4 | Multiple Orgasm | @fandom-free-bingo

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Smut Menu | Fandom-Free Bingo | Bucky Barnes Masterlist | Part two

You’re standing in front of your mirror; your red dress fits perfectly around your body, and you only need to fix your hair before you’re ready for your date with Bucky, or at least your fake date with him. The two of you are on a mission right now, dating each other, so no one will know that you're Avengers.

You hear the bathroom door opening and a gasp leaving Bucky's lips. With his eyes on you, he admires your back before his eyes move to look through the mirror. You smile softly when you see his blue eyes looking up and down, trying to see every inch of your body.

“You look beautiful, doll,” he tells you, and the feeling in your stomach, the one you have just with Bucky, grows.

You’re best friends, but something between the two of you changed. There are feelings for each other you have never felt for someone before. And now that you’re going on a date with him, even if it’s just a fake date, it feels like he really asked you out.

“Thank you, you too,” you mumble with a slight blush on your cheeks.

He walks a step closer and leans his shoulder against the wall. His hands running through his hair, the shirt, and his pants look like they were made for him.

“Can we?” he asks, smirking when you try to get your hair under control.

You nod while you turn around and fix your hair, walking a few steps closer to Bucky. His eyes are still on you, focused on every move you’re making. Bucky's nose is slightly scrunched while he smirks at you.

His hands are immediately around your waist when he is able to reach you, bringing your body closer to his. Bucky leans forward until he reaches your ear.

“When this would be a real date and not only for that mission, I would immediately help you to take off your clothes,” he mumbles into your ear, and you shiver slightly, pressing your thighs together to stop the arousal dripping down your legs.

Bucky chuckles softly, noticing your action, but he doesn’t say anything. He moves a few inches away from you and looks your body up and down before he holds his hand out so you can place yours in his.

“Ready?” he asks — Bucky, the 40’s gentleman in front of you — and you can’t stop but smile softly.

You place your hand in his, and then he walks through the room with you. His fingers are holding your hand tightly, but it is still soft in his hand. He smiles when he moves a strand of his hair behind his hair, then he opens the door and lets you walk through it before he follows you.

That’s something you love about Bucky. You've never met someone with that kind of charm and kindness before. He treats women like a gentleman, buying them flowers and asking them out to go to the cinema, and he takes care that his girl has everything she needs. You know those things because you have seen him with some women before — the way he smiled when he was buying flowers and presenting them to you, or when he asked for advice for date ideas in this century. You smiled and told him a few ideas, but inside your chest was a heavy feeling when you saw him with the other women, touching her and smiling at her in a way you would love him to look at you.

Bucky's hand is still holding yours when you walk through the corridor. You feel that tingling feeling in your stomach, and when you look at him, you need to concentrate so you won’t stare at him for the rest of the evening.

His jaw is relaxed, but his jawline is still visible. Bucky's blue eyes focused on the people around him, but his lips formed into a cute smile. You could look at him the whole time, but he caught you. He turns his head around and narrows his eyebrows.

“Do I distract you from the mission?” he asks, chuckling.

“No, it’s just- I wanted to make sure you’re focused,” you tell him.

“You checked that for five minutes already.”

His words make you blush, and you feel so embarrassed, but his beauty is just too much for you to look away from. The brown-haired man laughs before he walks through the door into the restaurant of the hotel.

You really looked at him for that long? You walked down the stairs, through two floors, and you weren't able to get your eyes off him? You definitely need to stop acting like that when you’re near him; otherwise, your mission won’t work the way Tony wants it.

He leads you to a table; it’s quiet there, and you enjoy the moment where it’s just the two of you. But when you see the people you’re looking for, you sigh softly. With a nod, you show Bucky you see them, and he turns his head softly.

They don’t look like criminals, but you read their files, and they are definitely criminals. They supported Hydra and still do, which is why you’re following them, and now it’s on you and Bucky to get to know where their hidden base is.

You listen a while to them before you look at Bucky with a serious gaze. When he feels you looking at him, he looks up from his plate, showing you he listens to you.

“Buck, you know we- we are best friends, right?”

He nods, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. His hand clenches softly around the fork, slightly sweating what you would like to tell him.

“And this whole dating thing is. Yeah, it’s really cool, but-“ you interrupt yourself. With a deep breath, you look down at your plate before looking back into Bucky's eyes, glistening with curiosity. “It’s just- as you said, 'when this wouldn’t be fake dating’ I don’t think we should. Bucky I love you, but I am dating someone else; he asked me out for dinner tomorrow,” you mumble, not really knowing why you tell him about it.

“Oke,” he says with a cold voice.

“Don’t be mad, please.”

“I’m not.”

You raise your eyebrow, knowing that he is mad at you. But there is no reason for him to be mad, right? The two of you are best friends, and he probably doesn't like you in the same way you do. But you can’t risk your friendship, so you just try to date the other guy; he is nice and handsome, and you can learn to love him, can’t you?

Bucky mumbles something to himself before he almost breaks the plate with the fork, smashing it down on it. His hand into a fist, and you can already see his knuckles turning white, his jaw clenching while his eyes are focused on you.

“Buck?” you ask softly, his eyes turning dark, but he is still quiet. “Could you try and not destroy the plate?”

He chuckles darkly, smashing the fork on the plate once more and breaking it. He smiles when he sees the damage in front of him and the sauce slowly flowing over the table.

You sigh softly, reaching for his hand to place yours around his. Bucky stands up, pulling his hand away, before he walks around the table and places his hand around your throat. With a firm grip, he pulls you up from the chair, making you look slightly up into his eyes. Bucky is towering over you, his tongue slipping over his lips.

“You can’t fuck someone else,” he tells you. His voice is deep, and it causes a shiver along your spine.

“What? Why can’t I? I’m an adult, and I can do whatever I want,” you say, not as confident as always, but you try your best to sound confident.

He laughs darkly and roughly. Bucky’s grip around your throat tightens, and he pulls you even closer. With his firm chest pressing against your front, you feel his muscular body through the fabric of your clothes.

“You’re mine,” he whispers, and he lets go of you.

Bucky turns around and walks out of the restaurant. Your jaw drops open slightly, and you look while he makes his way until he reaches the door and pushes it open. You need a moment to realize his words when you sit down to calm yourself down. You feel the eyes of all the other people around you.

Your cheeks heat up, and you want to run out of the room too, but your legs feel so shaky that you can’t do a step without holding yourself up at something. You put some money on the table and get up again, holding yourself to the chairs and slowly following your best friend.

When you finally walk out of the restaurant, you see Bucky leaning against the wall. His eyes are dark, and he looks at you with a cold expression.

He walks a step closer, towering over you. With a fast movement, his hand is around your throat once more, and he pushes you against the wall. It’s a loose grip but strong enough to hold you where he wants you.

“You’re mine, and I will fill you with my babies so everyone sees you’re mine,” he tells you with a slight smile on his lips.

You whimper; your hands are around his arm, but just to ground yourself.

“Bucky-“

“I smell you; I can fucking smell you. I see the way you look at me, the way you press your thighs together,” he says, chuckling darkly.

“It’s not,” you interrupt yourself. “I have a date tomorrow.”

The laugh that leaves his lips lets you shiver; goosebumps are all over your body, and you can’t stop the arousal growing between your folds. But if he is your best friend and you work together, you can’t be together, can you?

“Yeah?” he asks, and you nod.

Bucky lets go of you and walks a step away from you. He nods his head in the direction of your shared bedroom.

“Tell me you don’t want me, or I will carry you into our room and make sure who you belong to,” he tells you, his blue eyes looking almost into your soul, and you need a moment to handle his words and the way he looks at you.

“Bucky, I have a date.”

“Tell me you don’t want me.”

“I-“ you look down, playing with your hands in front of you.

Bucky laughs and steps closer again; his fingers find their way under your chin and make you look up at him. His eyes glistening with lust, his tongue slipping over his lips, before he leans closer until there are only a few more inches between the two of you.

“Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you and make you pregnant with my babies, doll,” he mumbles.

You feel his breathing on your lips. Before you can answer, you wrap your arms automatically around his neck and press him closer to you. Your lips meet his for a sweet but passionate kiss.

Bucky's hand finds its way down your body until he reaches between your legs and pushes your dress higher to slide his fingers over the fabric of your panties.

You moan when you feel the cold of the metal through your panties. His fingers draw small circles on your clit, making you throw your head back. Bucky uses the moment to attack your neck with kisses, and he bites softly into the sensitive skin.

“Bucky, please,” you whimper, pushing your hips against his hand.

“Let’s go to our room; don’t want others to hear what’s only meant to be for me,” he tells you, and you blush slightly.

Bucky takes his hand away from your folds and wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you up. Your legs are around his waist when he walks with you along the floor to the bedroom the two of you share right now. The mission is completely forgotten. It’s just the two of you — you and Bucky.

It doesn’t take long for your super soldier to carry you into the room and lock the door before he places you on the bed. He stands in front of you, his eyes roaming over your body.

“Strip,” he demands.

“Do it by yourself, old man." you laugh, but the way he looks at you lets you be quiet immediately.

“I can do it, but I don’t think I can hold back then.”

You swallow hard, your eyes focused on him, and the way he takes a step forward and closer to you lets you shiver once more. His aura, his eyes, he makes you go crazy, so you do what he tells you.

“Could you- Can you open the zipper, please?” you ask, and Bucky nods, stepping closer.

His firm chest is almost pressed against your face when he reaches his hands over your shoulders and opens your dress. Bucky lets his hands slide down over your shoulders, holding the fabric in his hand and exposing your shoulders.

Then he takes a step back. You nod as a thank you, standing up and letting the fabric slide down.

“You're pretty, and all mine,” he tells you, reaching out his hands to touch your waist.

Bucky pulls you closer, his hand sliding up your back. He opens your bra and throws it away. Bucky's metal hand captures one of your breasts. You moan softly when his cold hand meets your warm flesh.

He leads you back to the bed until you sit there once again. Bucky gets on his knees in front of you, and you smile mischievously.

“Don’t smile like that; you make me jealous and want me to share what’s mine. I will give you all my cum, and you will beg for more,” he groans, pushing you down so you lay on your back.

Your best friend lowers his head and kisses your pussy through the fabric of your panties. Your hands find their way, and you grip his hair to ground yourself. He uses his hand to push your parties to the side, licking through your folds before he groans.

“You taste better than I thought,” he mumbles, pushing his tongue against your entrance.

“Bucky, more- please,” you moan, arching your back.

He chuckles but does what you want and pushes his tongue inside of you. His metal fingers joining his tongue, he moves one of the fingers inside of you, curling it. With your walls clenching around him, you moan loudly and throw your head back.

Bucky pushes another of his fingers inside of you, pushing them until he reaches his knuckles, and then he pulls them out of you again. After a few more thrusts, he finds your sweet spot, pressing his fingers against it. Your wet and warm walls clench around him, making it almost impossible for him to move his fingers.

“I’m so close. Bucky, please,” you beg, but he stops his movements and removes his fingers.

He sits up and looks at his fingers; they are glistening with your slick, and you blush when he pushes them into his mouth to suck them clean. Bucky groans and takes his clothes off as well.

First his shirt, then he stands up to open his belt and pushes his pants down. You look at him, following his movements with your eyes. You gasp when you see the bulge of his growing dick in his boxers.

“Like what you see, doll?” he asks, and you nod, looking into his face and discovering his body before you stare at his member again.

Bucky pushes the fabric down. His dick springs free, the tip already leaking with pre-cum, and he wraps one of his hands around his member, stroking himself a few times while his eyes are on you.

“Don’t know how often I have imagined that already,” he groans.

You sit up and move yourself further onto the bed. Your legs are spread, and Bucky joins you in bed. He sits between your legs, his dick still sliding through his hand. Bucky slides his tip through your wet folds, groaning when he feels the warmth and wetness. Then he lines himself up with your entrance.

You wrap your hands around his neck and pull him closer, pressing your lips on his and biting his lip softly while he pushes inside of you. Bucky pushes himself further into you, slowly, so he won’t hurt you. He is focused on your expression, making sure to stop when he could hurt you.

“Move, please,” you say and throw your head back when he suddenly pushes the rest of his dick inside of you.

Bucky is balls deep inside of you. He groans softly when you clench around him. Your hands are still wrapped around his neck while he thrusts his hips, moving his dick between your tight walls.

He hits your sweet spot with every movement, making you clench around him more. You moan whenever he thrusts inside of you. The pleasure in your body feels overwhelming, but you love it.

“He could fuck you like that,” Bucky says, kissing your forehead and thrusting inside of you harder. “And he can't love you the way I do. I will fuck you so full with my cum that, doll,” he adds and groans.

“Bucky faster.”

Your best friend chuckles and does what you want. He moves faster and harder inside of you. You can feel the veins on his cock, his dick hitting every right spot inside of you.

His hand finds its way to your clit playing with it while he thrusts in a steady rhythm inside of you. The way you clench around him and your moans get louder, he knows you will cum with a few more thrusts.

“Come for me; scream my name while you cum all over my dick. And I will give you all of my cum; fill you so much; after that, you’re pregnant with my babies,” he mumbles into your ear.

The moment he tells you, you feel the pleasure in your stomach grow until you squirt all over Bucky. The orgasm and the pleasure in your body are better than you ever felt before, and you say his name over and over again while he fucks you through your orgasm.

You’re already overstimulated, but Bucky still thrusts his hips further against yours. You’re a morning mess, your hands tugging on his hair. And you feel the next orgasm building when he still rubs circles on your clit.

“Oh fuck, will give you all of my cum; don’t think this little pussy can take it all,” he groans.

With a few more movements, he cums inside of you and pulls you over the edge with him. Bucky lets his head fall down on your shoulder. His breath is heavy like yours, and he slowly calms down. You slide your fingers through his hair while his dick is still inside of you, and you feel his cum inside of you — cum painting your walls.

“Now you’re mine, and only mine,” Bucky tells you, biting into your neck. “And you will carry my babies, won’t you?”

“I will,” you say, and chuckle when he lifts himself up and kisses your lips.

“My doll, my wonderful, precious doll.”

Bucky slowly pulls out of you, his eyes focused on the spot where your body was connected and where his cum is dripping out of you now. Then he looks up at you again and smiles.

“I love you; I don’t want to be just your best friend. I want to be yours; I want you to be mine,” he confesses, leaning over you again.

“I love you too, and I want nothing more than to be yours. I wanted to date the guy because I wasn’t able to tell you what I felt. I was scared you didn’t feel the same, but you do. And I’m yours, all yours, Buck,” you say, and he nods, kissing you passionately.

“Let’s clean ourselves, and then we should look to see if our people are still eating or if we cuddle after taking a warm bubble bath." Bucky laughs, and you chuckle, and he lifts you up to go to the bathroom and take a bath together.

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cur-sedd · 4 months

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𝘊𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘹?! ₊˚⊹

RAHH okay currently thinking of some concepts for vampire!TXT BUT BUT BUT !! i thought of the most delicious soobie boobie car smut while i was on a late night drive SO please take this silly fic i wrote at like 1 in the morning (also ty for the love on my hyuka fic, yall ate fr)

MDNI!! NSFW CONTENT BELOW !!

╰┈➤ dom!soobin x sub!fem reader, unprotected sex (wrap b4 you tap!) slight size kink, petnames (baby, bunny, sweetheart, soobs), one mention of hair tugging, car sex, and making out! lmk if i missed anything 💕

In the two years you and Soobin have dated, you both had NEVER touched each other sexually . Despite you both being the horniest people you both know, it was just a matter of who was going to make the first move. Sure, a few hugs and kisses here and there. And of course, cuddling. But you both had never even gotten to the makeout stage. Until tonight. You and Soobin had been giving small hits to each other the last few days. Soobin’s hands always dangerously near your boobs when he would be the big spoon, or how everytime you both would kiss each other goodbye to leave with friends, your lips would linger in certain places you KNEW he was sensitive in just to get a reaction. One that same day, Soobin texted you, asking if you wanted to “move forward”. Knowing exactly what he wanted, you agreed in less than a second. You both were so childish around each other, giggling whenever Soobin would put his hand on your thigh. You both would just burst out into laughter. It was silly and you both couldn't take each other seriously. So, setting the giggles aside you made up a little plan. You guys would clear your schedules for the next day and try your best to makeout

Except, of course it didn't go to plan. Soobin being forgetful of this whole plan had you confused on why his friends were now sitting in your shared living room. Soobin had invited his friends over, thinking nothing of it. So when you walk into your house, you can imagine the face Soobin had made as soon as he saw you, all dolled up for him. Closing the passenger seat of the car, you turned your head to glare at Soobin, whose face had guilt spread all over it. Soobin had told his friends he was out to get some dinner, to which they all happily agreed, given they were hungry. But you and Soobin both knew it was gonna take a bit longer.

Soobin had put the car into reverse and slowly backed out of the driveway before shifting the gear to drive. His car was fairly big so it was great for transportation-.. Among other things. “Bunny, I’m sorry, I really am. I completely forgot. I must've mixed up the day or something.” “Soobs, we made the plan together! You could've at least texted me that we would’ve had people over.” “I know, I know. I really am sorry baby.” Soobin mumbled, a hand reaching out to caress your thigh with his thumb You gave Soobin a small glance, just to see if he was laughing or anything but surprisingly he was serious. In a few minutes, Soobin parked his car in a secluded area. If he drove a little further, you could've sworn you could see the whole city. You both quickly made your way to the back seat and wasted no time. Soobin crashed his lips into yours, to which you reacted quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck. He wanted to make up for that little mistake. That and because he was tired of hiding the fact he had jerked off to you so many times + he was horny. Soobin pulled you into his lap as you two kissed, large hands squeezing the plush flesh of your ass. You jumped slightly, causing Soobin to break off the hungry kiss, leaving you both breathless. “Are you okay?” Soobin asked, tilting his head to the side. You nodded with a slight giggle. “Your hands are cold.” “Get used to it quickly..please.” He quickly responded, to which you nodded, leaning in to kiss Soobin once more.

Feeling you slightly grind on Soobin’s thigh, Soobin let out a small chuckle. “You want it that bad sweetheart?” He teased, lips slowly trailing down to kiss at your breasts. “It's not my fault you make me feel this way.” You breathed out, feeling Soobin’s cold fingers pull your low cut shirt down, only for his heart shape lips to latch onto your nipples

You feel your breath hitch as Soobin’s tongue licks and sucks your mound of flesh with such hunger, giving each one the same treatment. You felt his boner come up through his jeans to hit your right where your soaking core was, under your skirt. Your hands tucked softly on Soobin’s hair, causing him to look up at you with his big eyes, faking innocence. Your eyes said it all, and Soobin was more than happy to serve. The car shook slightly as Soobin’s hard thrusts gave out. Your hands held onto Soobin’s broad shoulders as mascara filled tears trickled down your cheeks. Soobin’s hand gently was placed over the small bump in your stomach, watching as it disappeared and reappeared with each thrust. Your moans were like music to Soobin’s ears. He waited, he was patient for two whole years just to hear you cry out his name, saying it was “too much”

You hiccuped and sobbed, removing all of your pretty makeup. Hours of getting ready, doing your hair, doing your makeup gone in a mere 20 minutes :( You watched Soobin pound the living daylights out of you as your grip on his shoulders tightened. Soobin lowered his face to kiss at your lips, to which you gladly kissed back in between soft sobs

“Baby gonna cum- gonna- oh fuck! ‘M gonna cum-” “Its okay- just.. God you’re so fucking tight- gonna cum too.”

Soobin’s thrusts were sloppier than ever as you both nearly reached your high. You guy’s moans became much whinier until you had came, to which Soobin had pulled out and came onto your stomach right after. Soobin let out a tired sigh, placing small kisses all over your face. “You felt so good, my love.”

“Why did we wait 2 years for this?” You asked, letting out a breathy laugh. Soobin shrugged slightly, chuckling a bit as his kisses trailed to kiss at your boobs. It was only until a text from one of Soobin’s friends had brought him out of his lustful trance.

“Hyungggg!! When will you and y/n be back? We’re starving and i swear i will actually burn your house down if you dont hurry” ✧˖°

(a/n: bonus points if yk who texted soobin LMAO)

#txt #kpop #tomorrow x together #txt x reader #choi soobin #txt hard hours #txt smut #kpop smut #soobin #curse writes #soobin hard thoughts #soobie boobie #so obsessed #soobin hard hours #soobin x reader #soobin scenarios

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zuccinniii · 14 days

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I smile EVILY as I write unnecessary human AU OUAW Torbek angst 😈

(Wip :3)

Torbeck slid down, and into the tub, the cool tile of it pressing against him.

It very obviously wasn't meant for someone of his stature. But, he sat down anyways– limbs uncomfortably pressed against one another to fit properly.

He was silent, looking around the tub curiously. Torbek hadn't done this before, the whole bath thing. He doesn't really ever remember doing any of the “hygenic necessities” Frost rambled to him about, his face grimacing at Torbek’s stench.

Torbek had only recently started brushing his teeth, and flossing. That took a lot out of him, having to remember to get all of his pointed and chipped teeth. And for some reason his tongue? They tried to get him to use this weird u-shaped blade to scrape it– but he quickly shot that down.

He was brought back to the present by the cool air of the ventilation system, causing a shiver to run down his spine. He swallowed nervously, hoping the others had just left by now.

Kremy couldn't just keep spraying mass amounts of perfume and cologne to cover his putrid smell anymore. It really only ended up mixing the two, making it even more awful to breathe around him than normal. So, they had told Torbek to take a bath.

Or, more so, forced him.

“Torbek? You good in there, bud? We haven' even ‘eard the water start yet.`` A voice barked at him from behind the wooden door. It was Gricko, his accent easily detected through his speech.

”We know you don't like baths- but you reek!” A squeaky voice also called out, that one was Twig. It is fairly easy to recognize the pitchy voice.

Torbek whined, he wanted to. He wanted to make the smell go away– his friends finally being able to withstand being near him.

But he didn't know how, he didn't know what these strange bottles were. He didn't know which one to use to make his hair as soft as Grikos, or to make him smell like the peppermint Twig wafted in the air whenever she walked past him.

“..Torbek, you do know how to bathe yourself, right?”

His silence spoke volumes.

With a sigh, someone walked in. Torbeks head shot up.

It was Frost.

“Hello, Torbek.“ The man spoke monotonously, walking up to him. His nose scrunched, but he continued to walk forward. He crouched down next to the tub, eyes analyzing him.

It felt like he was being judged, like any moment Frost would sneer at him– and call him disgusting, and a fucking idiot–

He felt his face heat up, tears beginning to build because God, he didn't know how to do a basic task everyone did, because he's a screw up–

“Only good for a lab rat…” A voice purred in his ear before he felt a pinch, and he heard the growling voice in his head– screeching to hurt, and destory–

“-Torbek?” A voice interrupted his thoughts, and he felt the delicate hands of Frost's pulling at his wrists– and,

oh.

He had begun to tug at his hair.

Frost gently guided his hand back to his side.

“Did you hear what I said?” He spoke calmly, eyes softening.

“Nooo” Torbek confessed, gaze moving down to his knees, “Torbek wasn't liiisstenning, he's soorryy..” He whined, desperately blinking back tears.

“It's alright Torbek, it's okay, just breathe.” Frost hushed– almost motherly towards him. His voice wasn't monotone, like usual, and held an emotion he hadn't heard from anyone during his entire lifetime.

Empathy.

And so, Torbek listened. He breathed in and out, feeling his breathing return to its normal ragid-nes.

That's as far as I got B4 I gave up, might finish– but i mainly wanted critiques since i haven't rlly written fanfics b4

#once upon a witchlight #torbek #legends of avantris #angst #fanfic #gricko grimgrin #morning frost

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glamfellens · 5 months

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hello! thank you for introducing me to PoE, i really enjoyed the story and also played a pale elf, a cipher, in fact, so i'm interested how u find playing as one bc i thought it was extra juicy to play story wise! Also, have u shared more details about Tarren? I'd love read more about her! <3 I'd never played this type of game b4 and it resulted in funny moments like not realising that looking at the map/inventory doesn't automatically pause the game until "aloth" rudely urged we get a move on(and we were in Dyrford - not exactly early on!!). So, it turns out I recruited Aloth after staring into space for days :)) My background was philosopher so it checks out i guess XD

im so glad you enjoyed it!! GLAMFELLEN NATION RISE... pale elves are so cool .... im really enjoying cipher!!!! i picked ranger for my first run because i thought it would be easier to ease myself into a new game with new mechanics with a more straight forward class. but now i have my head wrapped around the game as a whole i think cipher will be tarren's official class! idk how this will work with multi-classing as priest in deadfire but we'll see im still figuring things out for tarren but ive settled on a backstory :) she is from old vailia with the gentry background (thank u console commands lol) she isn't of noble stock herself but her mother worked as a land agent/steward/game warden for a minor landed vailian family and so as thanks for her hard work and dedication decided to take on the cost of tarren's education and general welfare as a ward of the family. but because it's old vailia there was some level of political intrigue that involved everything going to shit to the level that tarren had to escape to the dyrwood. i dont think her parents were alive when this happened for simplicity's sake (it wasnt tragic it was just like. old age . i think they had her pretty late but im not 100% on elven longevity in the eora setting.) LMFAO. okay but if this makes you feel better the first time i played i think it took me about 60 hours to realise that you could manage keep restoration from anywhere in the world by just clicking on the keep icon in the ui. i kept travelling back to caed nua to arrange everything with the steward 🧍 aloth has that big ass grimoire to read anyway idk why hes complaining. your watcher has plenty of things to think about, yknow? just little things like the souls and ghosts you can now interact with, the fact that your awakening is a race against time to keep ur sanity... just normal things. regular. yep but yeah im really glad you enjoyed it!! thank you for the ask :) deadfire is also a great time if you havent gotten there yet 👀

#i need to decide on names for the vailian family that took her in #picturing them as like Mr Bingley levels of wealth. kind of got the idea for her backstory from mr wickham of all people Lmfao. gross #but yeah #i liked this idea bc i didnt want a character with an aristocratic background bc i dont generally vibe with it #and ive already got that going with aeres. so this is a happy medium i think #and it lets tarren shift more easily into being lady of caed nua. and she would already have a vague idea of how to run and restore a keep #and manage the surrounding lands and people #pillars of eternity #long post

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Okay, this is technically a reblog, but since I'm going to (very personally) disagree with a lot of these, I thought it was kind of rude to actually reblog... Everyone is so welcome to their opinion about what they'd like to see coming up!

Things i demand wish to see from MCU Spiderman moving forward:

—Mature and confident Peter who is able to take charge of any situation as an experienced hero

Yes, except no. He's still 17 at the end of NWH. Yes, he's way overpowered and has been through a ton of crap and lost so much, but he's still a kid. An adolescent. An immature human. If he's 25? Sure. I'm all over confident, adult Peter. But if it's right after, and he's like 18/19? Still a kid, and he needs support and mentoring. Even if he's 25, he needs support.

—Spiderman swinging all over NY🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸

Yes, please. New York is his place. I want to see him in New York, but I’d also like to see the citizens of New York step up for him. There was so much heart in Spider-Man 2 when the New Yorkers protected and helped Peter.

—Fun and complex fight scenes!!!!!!! Peter webbing ppl up during fights, hand to hand combat, using the environment for attacks.

Yeah, this is always great! This is what we’re here for! (Well, that and all the fun relationships the MCU has tried really hard to just delete, but…)

—Step UP the cinematography. Give MCU SM his own distinct visual style like Raimi and Webb did b4

Eh, I don’t have a strong opinion on this. I thought the cinematography in NWH was good. But that’s also not the main thing I’m here for.

—Spiderman helping ppl with small things. Interacting with them and really showing why the ppl of NY love him

See above. Yes, more of this. :)

—Peter working for JJJ? (PLEASE I NEED IT)

I don’t care about this either, but it could be good. I’m just not excited to see one more person treat Peter Parker like trash after all he’s been through, which is my hesitation. (But I get the appeal)

—Peter actually struggle after the events of NWH (emotionally/financially)

I’m good, thanks! Peter has already struggled a LOT and I only want to see this if there is some resolution/help with those things. I’m not here for Hurt/No Comfort, guys.

—Peter trying to form new relationships after MJ and Ned

Maybe. But I’d like him to rediscover his relationship with them more. New relationships, while interesting, cannot replace people who have known and loved you for years. They just can’t.

—Spiderman trash talking his villains

Of course! One of my favorite things is the fun little mini film on Far From Home when he’s taking down the Manfredi family. Is that who they were? I don't feel like looking it up right now.

—🖤BLACK CAT🖤

I mean, sure? I don’t really care about her, but I believe I could be convinced to care about here, if we get to see her human side, and if she shows she has good reasons for whatever she’s doing. I mean, I even cared about Adrian Toomes. Sure, he was a bit of a psychopath, but he was doing it because he loved his family and wanted to provide for them.

—DO NOT CHANGE THE SUIT!!!!!!!!!!! The one he got at the end of NWH is literally perfect. DO NOT CHANGE IT!!!

Buzzer sound. Nope. The thought of him swinging around in that (admittedly cool, very proud of his ingenuity) spandex suit, with even less protection than his original get-up gives me chills, and I want some kind of tech suit back pronto.

—More grounded stories. I love a good cosmic/multiverse story but SM is better when he's on the ground dealing relatively normal shit, petty crime, gangs, evil scientists etc

YES. I want to see the Avengers in “our” world. The space stuff just never hits the same. Or the inner space stuff. (Looking at you, Quantumania. While I enjoyed-ish the movie, my favorite part was at the beginning where Scott was just walking around being kind of normal…) And Spider-man belongs in New York.

—Daredevil team up (spiderman 4?👀)

Yeah, I’d watch that.

—DEADPOOL DEADPOOL DEADPOOL DEADPOOL DEADPOOL

I’m just not a fan! Especially if it would drive the content-meter up to R-ratings and whatnot.

—An entire movie dedicated to the Venom storyline

Mmm. See, I think this wouldn’t hit the same. The MCU has deleted all the people from Peter’s life who would even care if this happened to him, so it’s not going to have as much impact. They’d have to fix that before I’d care.

What I'd like to see? Really?

There are all sorts of stories that would be interesting, but I don't want a brand new "reset" Spider-man. I want to see him dealing with what happened in NWH, but finding ways to make it better, build a new team, get the support he needs and deserves while they fight against some bigger issue. Kingpin would be just fine.

I'd love to see Peter joining up with Kate, Yelena, Cassie, and Kamala. I'd love to see Bucky and Sam, or Clint (and Clint's kids!!!) becoming part of his life and helping continue to mentor him. Captain Marvel, Rhodey, ANYONE. Help this hero out while he finds his footing again after so much loss and trauma.

Happy and Pepper. Morgan. Anyone, seriously. And I'd love to see Peter get some counseling that is actually helpful.

You know, all the basic stuff that a 40-year-old mom wants to see happen to the souped up teenager who's lost everyone.

#peter parker #no way home #even little bits of this would be nice Marvel #the opinion no one asked for #spider-man

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studentbyday · 8 months

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soooo tireeeeedddd. i need 10h of sleep and 0 anxiety to get my energy back, methinks.

finished half of second last psyc chapter for this week

finished psyc lab (very short and doesn't count for marks this time but i wanted to try seeing how/if i could fit it in with the other subjects i have going...)

tried to get through the last section of biochem but it's just details on a bunch of lab techniques for dna, rna, and protein and for some reason i couldn't understand some of it?? i think it's a me problem (re: tired brain) and also i think the way i organized my notes wasn't helping at all - at the end i decided to put things in a table with lots of headers, who cares how massive it ends up, bc all that info dump and no real life application (this course has no lab component) easily leads to confusion and forgetting as soon as i move onto the next slide 😅😮‍💨

tried to get through some of the amino acids section of mol bio (soooooo not looking forward to memorizing the amino acids 😅)...but by then my brain was pretty much conked out and running on fumes 😑

emailed my program advisor to clarify whether dropping microbiology would negatively affect my options next year bc i was soooo overwhelmed and anxious this week and i'm struggling to keep up even tho i tried my best not to repeat the mistakes i made the last time i had a similar course load... the more i think about it, the more i think dropping would make sense bc biochem is tooouuuuggghhh, like did you know in the prof's welcome announcement, she had a note for ppl who're retaking this course?? i have never seen such a thing in a welcome announcement b4 which says a LOT about the gruelling nature of this course so i think it's about time i take that as a sign to really give myself the time and energy to focus on it 🙂

📷 study with me by merve

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doveotion · 9 months

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u really have to look inside urself and realize that sometimes the problem IS you, that sometimes you're in the wrong, that you've done bad things b4 but that doesn't mean you're a bad person. take a breath. it's okay. keep moving forward

#diary #idk if this is part of rejection sensitivity but please please please do not let ur fear of being wrong hinder you #it comes to a point where people dont even (or cant even) want to make healthy boundaries w you #or respectfully call you out on problematic past behavior #we're all learning and growing. its okay to be wrong sometimes

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melancholyjones · 2 years

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TMMN ep 2 thoughts

SPOILERS

Keiichirou's an established, respected expert in cryptozoology lol

BIGFOOT IS REAL IN THE MEWNIVERSE & WAS CREATED BY ALIENS. KEI IS LITERALLY THAT ANCIENT ALIENS MEME GUY IM DYING

I'm glad they're keeping the gross grope-y bits of ichigo & ryou's 1st scenes brief, but things are still moving so fast, if I was a new fan I think I'd have trouble keeping up

Ryou: damn I forgot to tell ichigo this really important thing b4 she ran off

Ryou: ...oh well she'll figure it out

Me: omg ryou do your JOB

Ryou either has issues w/ social skills & personal space, or he's purposely fucking w/ her. My guy you can't just grab ppl & say shit

Omigod lettuce's backstory & ichigo's speech 😭 "friendship isn't just about spending time together, it's about wanting to spend time together"

THE HANDS THE YEARNING THE HUG TRUE ROMANCE

"What do you want, Lettuce?" I'm crine

Aw they didn't use the scene of lettuce dropping a tea kettle on ryou's foot, boo 😠. I love that bit! It's their very 1st interaction & shows their dynamic going forward, w/ ryou making a deliberate effort to be more kind & patient w/ lettuce than he is w/ the other mews

hi quiche 🙄

#i love the meow meows #tokyo mew mew #tokyo mew mew new #tokyo mew mew new spoilers

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stahfakz · 2 months

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My Fu$ked up life 26/2/24

Sooo, going back Christmas 2023, I get a call from my mum, except it's my older sister, calling from mums phone saying mums in the hospital and wanted me to pick up her partner, so that they could fuck off for the four days.

Bear in mind, I haven't had a holiday from work since b4 dad passed, over 2 years, and I was really needing 4 days off work to chill out. I didn't get it, I ended up with mum at the hospital everyday, and I ended up having burnout at work about a month later, and had to get senior manager approval to take off 2 days stress leave. But I digress.

Anyway apparently mum started her bs to Caz and caz told kez her partner who told her to take mum to the hospital because Caz a 53 yr old woman, is unable to make decisions on her own.

What they didn't tell me was that they were heading out, and wanted me to take care of mum without asking what my plans were or anything. I was dropping my own kid off at the airport that day. Ugh anyway. So I'm at the hospital, and the drs are telling me they think shes got a UTI or whatever, and awaiting some blood tests, but apparently when they dropped mum off, she was spouting her bs and it;s like FFS, Caz had fucked off and left me to deal with it. Stayed at the hospital for HOURrrrrsss with mum, but no results, I went home after 9pm I was so tired. I go back tot the hospital the next day, they've moved her out of the emergency ward and into a private room, they're still monitoring her, and they've sent the mental health care team to assess her, but cos mums religious, they can't do anything, cos it's 'god' talking to her or whatever.

Anyway, I ended up talking to Brocks mum about the sitcho, cos I know shes worked in aged care. She was really helpful, advised me on how to get aged care assessment done, etc, etc, as the drs would not allow mum to leave just yet.

I called Caz after talking to Brocks mum, and Caz had no fucken clue how to approach the situation, and I wondered why the fuck I even called her, and getting frustrated that she wasn't taking responsibility for her shitty decisions and fucking off, leaving me to deal with her drama so she can have time off work, cos she doesnt have kids, and the last time she had a holiday was 3 months ago, and wow thats so terrible for working for so long without a break.

The next day, the social worker visits mum and gets an aged care assessment referral for mum, and caz is back from her holiday. Because she wasn't around, all the referrals had my contact details, so when the next day, they finally let her out, I got several calls the following days about it all.

Mum missed her aged care assessment appointment, apparently they couldnt make it and had to re-schedule when they called her, but she hasn't heard back since.

I've set it up so that she gets groceries delivered, and sometimes Id go over and clean her house, I took her mower to be fixed, and brock mows her yard sometimes. Anyway, fast forward to today, on my last week of holidays. I pop over last week with milk, cos they didnt have any in her order last time, than I said I'd pop over on monday and pay her bills, etc. So I come over in the morning, wash and hang out her sheets, vacuum the floors, tidy up and mop her floors. Then I suggest she needs new sheets and towels and things, cos she can't see how moldy they are and they need to be thrown out, so i go to Capa and get her a bunch of new stuff all clean, come back and then tell her that she needs to call the aged care people, cos moving forward, I simply won't have the time with work, my own house work, my kid is in their senior years of high school and needs extra support for studies, and driving lessons, etc. Mum says, like always, that shes not going to worry about it, and I'm getting pretty stressed about it, cos she needs someone to clean her house, since Caz never does and I will not haven any more time, I told her I won't be able to come over again for months.

Anyway, I get so stressed, that I go to set this shit up on my laptop, but I can't she has to call them. So I tell her you have to call them now. And she screams at me saying no. So I said whatever and left. Just her yelling at me like that made me realise how fucked my life is. Doesn't matter that she fucking kept me away from dad and the rest of my family for years, I was never allowed to do anything as a kid, watch anything, have boyfriends or do anything, constantly abused psychologically and it's like fuck. Why the fuck do I bother to help my family anymore, who clearly give zero fucks about me.

Like, get a text from my older brother on my birthday saying hey hbd I have no idea where youre living or what you're doing. And its like, bro really? Are you that fucking stupid that you cant remember that I've been living at the same place for 5 years, working at the same place for 6 years.

I'm just over it. Everyone can go fuck themselves.

Fuck me right

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lpfreakification · 1 year

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Almost feel fully rested

I've been in bed, resting for the past two days. Not from sickness, but from burnout this time. I cant believe its already December. About a year soon that I started playing Kingdom Hearts. I should save the retrospective til xmas or towards the end of the month :P

I'm just rambling rn bcuz I'm bored + I got work in about an hour or so.

I think I have said something like this b4:

The hyperactive kid side of me: "I wanna do thing A, I wanna do thing B, I wanna do thing C! :D"

Me w/ my tired, overworked adult body: ugh...

I feel like I need to get in shape again so I can have more energy to do stuff I wanna do. Bonus for weight loss in the process but i dont really care about that too much. I need to be my own Power Ranger! Too bad they dont take breaks bcuz evil doings are constant. That says something about our society XP

...

I think I need a new job. I've been at my job for almost 6 years now + my needs/wants keep growing. It still wouldn't be a good time either bcuz I'm in school for my masters in animation (resuming in the spring). Or I could cut spending again. Ehhhhh... I just need to move on. I feel like I've been there long enough. I mean, which animation job (in the city) would pay good + have benefits that will be useful? I hate thinking too far ahead XP

Going back to now, the present. Been playing some Pokemon Y, then going back to sleep.

Oh yeah, I have Sundays off now. Not good >X( Just bcuz I'm off on Sundays doesn't mean I'm free to be dragged around by the fam. They always ask if I have Sundays off. Now that I do, im not looking forward to it.

Saturdays = more money

Saturdays off = more freedom (to do nothing)

(Yeah I gotta get out of here)

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#life

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the-atlas-sister · 3 years

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Protector (Batsis Reader)

(This is from a chapter of my original story but I quirked the character to be the reader. The reader can teleport and turn invisible and your hero name is Viper. You're also part of the Teen Titan's and Connor Kent is your love interest, although it's not too evident in this chapter. Alexandra and Alex are original characters in the Titans based on my two friends. If you like this chapter and you want me to publish the book, let me know. I would make the original character the reader)

Y/N's POV

"I'm going on a walk!" I announced, opening the Wayne manor door.

"Alone?" Alfred asked, walking towards me.

"Yeah," I shrugged.

"You may want to have one of your brothers accompany you," Alfred said. "Or Ace. You are the daughter of the infamous Bruce Wayne. And you're injured."

"I'm also the Teen Titan Viper," I chuckled. "I can take care of myself, Alfred. But thank you."

"Do be careful," Alfred said as I walked out of the large mansion.

I looked around as soon as I was outside before teleporting into the city. I teleported to an alleyway next to Gotham City Park. I swiped a strand of hair from my face before walking into the park. I smiled at the kids laughing and playing on the playground, remembering when Dick would bring my brother and I there when our parents and Bruce were working.

That's when I heard the scream. I spun my head to see two men with penguin masks grab a kid and pull him into an alley, his parents and all other adults apparently oblivious to the kidnapping.

"Hey!" I yelled, running toward the child and his kidnappers. I stopped at the alley, noticing that the child and the men were gone. I furrowed my brows, walking further into the alley. "Hello!"

"Help!" the child's voice echoed through the alley. I continued walking, ignoring the fact that the echo was unnatural, due to the fact there was no building covering the alley or stopping the sun from shining down. "Help!" I noticed that I had found the end of the alleyway. "Help!" I looked down to see a doll, the size of a small child, it's mouth open.

"Oh no-"

"You Y/L/N," a voice said from behind me. "So quick to save the day." Before I could turn around, I felt a slight prick in my neck. I turned around to see the familiar plump and long-nosed figure of Oswald Cobblepot or the Penguin, as well as the men from before standing next to him.

"Cobblepot," I mumbled, feeling drowsy.

"Careful there," Penguin said as I stumbled towards him. "Maybe you should just... relax."

I reached back and pulled out the thing that had pricked me. It was a small tranquilizer dart. I threw it to the ground as I fell to my knees. Dad, I thought before everything went dark.

***

"Wake up!"

I groaned, fluttering my eyes open. I tried to move my hands, only to feel a coarse rope around them. My eyes shot open at that realization. I sat upright, trying to move my legs, only to find them each tied to the leg of the chair I was sitting in. I looked around, to find myself in what looked like an abandoned penguin exhibit. I sat on a makeshift iceberg above freezing water, I let out a breath, noticing it come out in a puff of mist.

"Good, you're awake." I looked up to see the Penguin, in his top hat, monocle, and usual penguin tux. He held a raw fish, biting off it's head. He leaned casually on his lethal umbrella, a blade sticking out from the bottom.

I stayed stoic. First thing Bruce taught me in a kidnapping. "Why am I here Cobblepot?" I asked.

"Just a playing card," Penguin shrugged, some of the fish spitting from his mouth.

"So you want my father's money?" I scoffed. "Spend all of your family's fortune on that disgusting fish or buying this run-down zoo?"

"We both know Bruce Wayne isn't your father," Penguin said. "Your father blew up." He pointed the fish at me some of it's gut splattering on my face. "But yes."

"Why do you need Bruce Wayne's money?" I asked, pressing the Titan's distress button on my bracelet.

"Why do any of really need money?" Penguin sighed. "I need to rebuild the Iceberg Lounge."

"You really think people would go to a club owned by a former villain and current psychopath?" I scoffed. "Built off of stolen money?" Penguin growled and slapped me across the face with the half fish, splattering more guts and blood across my face. I spit out the few that got in my mouth.

"Some people don't matter who owns the club as long as they can spend their money on booze and beautiful women," he said, swallowing the rest of his fish. "Now let's notify Bruce that we have his dear little girl here, shall we?"

Penguin pulled out a phone and typed in Bruce's number and turned on the speaker. I tensed as the ringing began.

"Hello?" Bruce's voice rang through.

"Oh hello Bruce," Penguin said into the phone.

"Cobblepot," Bruce said. "What-"

"I just wanted to let you know that I have your dear daughter here with me," Penguin said. "Here Y/N, say hello." He held the speaker towards me, but I stayed silent. I felt one of his henchmen, grab my hair and yank, making me let out an involuntary yelp. He used his free hand to press a gun under my chin.

"Cobblepot, don't hurt her," Bruce said.

"Bruce, I'll be fine don't'-" I let out a strangled scream as Penguin stabbed my bicep with his umbrella.

"Y/N-"

"Now Bruce, she'll survive, as long as you get 4 million dollars to the Gotham Zoo, by noon," Penguin said, his blade still in my arm. I glanced at the clock on the phone, seeing that was ten minutes to noon. "If not then..." He twisted the blade, making me bite my lip to keep in a scream, but a small whimper arose. He then hung up.

"You won't kill me," I said through pained whimpers.

"I won't." Penguin agreed, pulling the blade out of my arm hard, making me yell again. I felt thick, warm blood drip down my arm quickly, and heavily. "But he might." The gun was pressed harder against my chin.

I swear Alexandra if you don't hurry-

My thoughts were cut off by Penguin being thrown off the makeshift iceberg. I held back a smile upon seeing Alex fully costumed, standing in front of me. She grinned at me.

I heard a loud crash and felt the sun shine on my back before left my chin. I watched as the man was thrown into the cement wall.

"Are you okay?" I heard Alexandra ask from behind me.

"I've been through worse," I said. I turned to see Jaime shoot another henchman into the wall with his scarab's laser.

"Superboy, get Y/N free," Raven said, flying above me. She created a magic cage around Penguin.

I felt something hot between my wrists before feeling the ropes snap. "You sure, you're okay?" Connor asked, flying in front of me.

"Totally," I shrugged, placing a hand on my bicep to stop the blood. Connor looked unsure but quickly laser-eyed the ropes around my ankles. I stood up and turned around to see Alexandra toss another henchman into a pile she had created and Alex ran around them, tying them up quickly.

"How'd you super twits get here?" Penguin asked.

"Shut up," Alex said, making faces at him.

"We're just here to help any citizen in danger," Alexandra said, placing a hand on Alex's shoulder.

"Raven, get him to GPD," Jaime said. Raven nodded before flying out of the hole they had created coming in, the caged Penguin behind her. "And Superboy-"

That was when Bruce appeared. He dropped dramatically in front of me, Dick and Damian following close behind. All fully suited up.

"Guess they beat us to it," Nightwing said, grinning at the Titans. "Nice job team."

Robin rushed to me, pulling my hand from my arm. He glared at me as he noticed the gushing blood. He pulled out a bandage roll and wrapped my arm. I winced at the roughness of his wrapping skills. "This is why you don't go on walks alone," he said, flicking my forehead.

"Thanks for the love," I said, rubbing my forehead.

"Robin's right," Bruce said, narrowing his eyes at me. "You could've gotten killed and worse, you could've gotten out of this by using your powers."

"I couldn't have given myself away," I said. "They could have connected me to Viper, then to you and to Robin and Nightwing!"

"Your safety is more important than our identities," Bruce said sternly. "I don't want you to leave the manor this week."

"Are you grounding me?" I scoffed. "Over something that wasn't my fault?"

"Busted," Alex mumbled.

"Bats, that's not fair," Connor said, walking forward. Bruce sent him a classic Bat glare, a mix of intimidation and Dad guilt. Connor stopped. "Or you know, whatever. Your kid."

"You can't-"

"I am your father, Y/N Wayne," Bruce said. "We're going back to the manor and I forbid you from leaving."

First part 2 on my masterlist: https://mooskey.tumblr.com/post/661991989629304832/%F0%9D%9A%83%F0%9D%99%B7%F0%9D%99%B4-%F0%9D%9A%84%F0%9D%99%BB%F0%9D%9A%83%F0%9D%99%B8%F0%9D%99%BC%F0%9D%99%B0%F0%9D%9A%83%F0%9D%99%B4-%F0%9D%99%B2%F0%9D%99%BE%F0%9D%9A%82%F0%9D%99%BC%F0%9D%99%B8%F0%9D%99%B2-%F0%9D%99%BF%F0%9D%99%BE%F0%9D%9A%86%F0%9D%99%B4%F0%9D%9A%81-%F0%9D%99%BC%F0%9D%9A%A2-%F0%9D%99%BC%F0%9D%9A%8A%F0%9D%9A%9C%F0%9D%9A%9D%F0%9D%9A%8E%F0%9D%9A%9B%F0%9D%9A%95%F0%9D%9A%92%F0%9D%9A%9C%F0%9D%9A%9D

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eremiie · 3 years

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sending armin smut as per your request: write about this with armin with reader teasing blushy boy so much his face would be so flushed and he'd be looking at her from under his pretty lashes w a glare but it means nothing bc hes biting his lip and whimpering for reader to pls speed up ;( she does obv bc who can say no to his pretty boy moans. afterwards when u make him make a mess on his shirt or stomach/chest hes laying back n panting hes huffily pulling u against him w needy hands despite ur suprise grumbling some nonsense abt needing to eat u out to see how you like it.

desperate;

❥ armin x reader | nsfw | 1.5k words

❥ content: edging ish, praise, giving armin a good ass blowjob

❥ a/n: i didn’t get this out b4 9pm but we don’t talk ab it🙄

you had never seen armin so flushed.

you'd never seen him so red, everywhere. his hand flew over to his mouth to hide the soft whimpers that were leaving his parted lips as you stroked him painfully slow.

you were making him sick, the way your hand would twist around his cock in a relaxed manner was making him ache. it wasn't enough— and you knew it wasn't enough yet there you sat beside him, your dominant hand working him while your other one balanced your head on the bed.

you had a small innocent smile on your face as your feet were in the air behind you, swinging back and forth as if this was just another regular activity for you. you sitting beside armin, helping him to his end, but in his eyes you were doing the exact opposite— you were making him a mess.

"_____, please—" his voice croaked from under his muffled hand and you almost wanted to laugh at him, almost wanted to make fun of the tears that were brimming his eyes, of his rudolph nose, the blush spreading from ear to cheeks to ear that matched the color of both his lips and tip of his cock.

"hm?" you teased, stopping your movements in efforts to listen more closely to what exactly he wanted from you, although you knew what he wanted. you always knew what he wanted; after dating armin for so long you practically knew his weak spots, you knew how sensitive he was whenever you got near his length, you knew how he loved when you nibbled on his ear, and you knew how he secretly loved when you decided to take control every once in a while.

but it's funny, the only reason you really had to know all these things was because of how well he knew you.

it wasn't fair that his slender fingers that were currently encasing every moan he wanted to let out knew your body so well. that he knew exactly how to make you twist and turn, how to make you beg him, how to make your hands grip the nearest thing to you in pure euphoria. it simply wasn't fair— so you had to match him, be able to do just the same thing, and when you finally figured just how to do so you felt on top of the world.

you finally felt like the master, and armin felt like putty in your hands.

armin let out a choked cry, his head flying back causing the blonde locks that sat pretty on his forehead to fall to the sides of his head, a couple stray pieces sticking. you weren't sure if it was because he still had his clothes on and he was getting hot, or if it was because you were working him up too much.

his palm slowly dropped from his mouth, simultaneously pulling his lip out from where it was tucked between his teeth as he squeezed his eyes shut, subconsciously rutting into your grip. "god, stop acting like you don't know— you know what i want _____, c'mon you know, i know you do." his eyes fluttered open before he let his eyes flicker to you, tilting his head down.

the small forced smile on his face was prevalent, his eyebrows up turning and he almost looked angelic in such displeasure. "you always do, you know me so well, baby, c'mon, please..." and you almost fell for it— you blinked up at him and only let your eyes meet his for a brief moment before turning away, your attention back on his friend. you felt like if you stared for too long you might've actually gave in to his pathetic pleas.

"i know i do, can't you be patient?" your voice came out condescending, armin letting out a small shaky laugh that warped into a groan when your hand continued to move, closing his eyes and letting the small tears fall from the corner of his eyes before opening them back up and practically glaring at you from under his lashes.

he nodded his head hastily as your hand began to pump him, coming up to his tip and paying him some more attention there. you almost felt bad, watching his lip quiver every time you looked up at him, watching his hips buck up into your hand blatantly. he wanted to cum, he wanted to cum so bad and you were the only person stopping him— how'd he get himself here?

"yes, yes, i'll be patient, i'm patient baby, anything for you..." he spoke louder than he intended a drawled out moan ending his sentence as all he could pay attention to was how close he was. his stomach flipped every time your thumb brushed against his tip and his thigh twitched when you would lean in a little close. your breath would fan over it too, precum leaking out of him.

"good boy." you murmured, his breath hitching as you sped up your pace a little bit. you just wanted to see how he would react, see how bad he really wanted it— because for you his begging wasn't enough.

small spills of the word 'yes' were barely audible, his grip on the sheets tightening, and you could feel him throbbing around you. he just about felt like he was growing bigger in your hand, he needed you to speed up, he needed you to let him come— he was desperate.

all it would take was a couple more fast twists of your hands, for him to spill all over himself; it was that simple, it was all you had to do, it was all he wanted you to do. "i'm good, i'm good," he whispered out hoping that maybe you could do it, help him come.

you felt for him, you remembered every time he had put you in the same position, edging you until you were crying underneath him and jolting at the littlest touch of his dainty fingers against your clit. you knew how it felt, and you felt a tinge of guilt. he was being so good for you, being as patient as possible, no harm in giving him that burst of pleasure right?

you let your thumb slide over his tip, collecting his precum and dragging it down his length before speeding up the motion of your hand around him, pretty moans leaving your pretty boys lips as he used your hand to help him get off. his hips jutted up fast, not caring how dumb he looked. all that mattered to him was that the mental bar in his head was almost filled, he felt how close he was, all the noises leaving his mouth, the tears running down his face, the sweat coating his body— none of that mattered.

none of that mattered when that bar finally filled and the band finally snapped, none of that mattered when he let out a loud cry of your name, and none of that matter when he spilled over the black fabric of his shirt, sweats, and over your hand.

he let out a small sob at the pleasure that washed over his body at the very moment, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and his arms unable to hold him up anymore, head hitting the bed as he fell back. his body convulsed, twitched from underneath you and his hair landed like a halo as it spread around his head while his eyes closed as he tried to recollect himself.

"see? it was worth it, right?" you weren't wrong— being held off for so long essentially made his climax feel so much better, he saw stars when he came, and all at the hands of you.

he nodded his head, knowing his words would be jumbled if he tried to speak. you crawled over to where he laid on all fours, taking his jaw into your hand and pressing a quick peck to his red lips. armin's eyes fluttered open at the gesture and he brought one hand up to your neck to pull you down closer to his face, engaging you in a sensual kiss.

he wanted to feel your lips on his, it was calming after your onslaught, it calmed the pants that left his mouth, and calmed the rise and fall of his chest. your teeth nibbled on his lip before pulling back to let him breathe, his blue eyes glazed over and lips parted.

"your turn." he said lowly, and you brought your eyebrows together in slight confusion.

"huh?"

"your turn, need to make you feel good..."

you let out a small chuckle, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lovers forehead. "let's get you cleaned up, and maybe later tonight baby, you can barely open your eyes."

armin let out another small whine and payed no mind to the cum staining his clothes, letting his arms stretch out to pull you close to him, snuggling his face into your neck.

"armin, shower first!"

#armin x reader smut #armin x reader #armin arlert x reader #attack on titan #armin smut #armin arlert smut #armin aot #armin arlert aot #snk armin

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imagineaworld · 3 years

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mr & mrs smith | b.b

part one | part two

pairing : bucky barnes x reader

summary : bucky and y/n finally learn the truth about their feelings for each other

word count : 2.3k

warnings : 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it), swearing

bucky slept through the night. he woke close to lunchtime, beams of golden sunlight shining through the drawn curtains. beside him, y/n slept on, her chest rising and falling rhythmically.

he crept out of bed quietly so as not to wake y/n. grabbing a fresh set of clothes, he padded to the bathroom to get dressed and brush his teeth. he also spritzed on some of the cologne steve had bought him.

when he re-emerged from the bathroom, y/n was sprawled out across the giant bed, looking just as ethereal as she had the previous day. she yawned, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

"mornin'." bucky murmured, taking his toiletries back to his suitcase.

y/n hummed in response, taking a deep breath. "your cologne smells really good," she mumbled sleepily.

"thanks," bucky said, flushed. "steve got it for me."

y/n clambered out of bed, stretching upward once she was on her feet. her pink silk pyjama shirt rose up slightly, showing a slither of her bare stomach. bucky swiftly averted his eyes.

"you wanna plant some bugs and cameras while i take a shower?" she asked after she'd finished stretching. "i'll help you once i'm done."

"sure," he said, avoiding eye contact.

y/n took her clean clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. bucky didn't hear the door lock.

he went about setting up tiny, hidden cameras and microphones around the room, the sound of the shower running in the other room. while he was doing his task, he thought about the previous night.

after the two had finished the bottle of wine, y/n asked what side of the bed bucky wanted. he had said he didn't mind, so he took the left and y/n took the right. they'd gone to bed around 1 am, and it had taken bucky a while to fall asleep.

he couldn't stop thinking about y/n beside him, he'd never shared a bed like this before. making sure not to move around too much and to not touch y/n, eventually, he fell asleep.

his sleep was usually fitful, plagued by nightmares. but that night, nothing. just peaceful darkness and he had woken feeling well-rested.

bucky hadn't realised y/n was out of the shower until she stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in a pair of loose jeans and a cropped tank top, towel-drying her damp hair.

"how's it going?" she asked.

the floral scent of her perfume filled bucky's nose. "almost done," he replied.

"let's finish up and get out of here."

within a few hours, bucky and y/n were packed up and checked out of the hotel, their equipment set up in the honeymoon suite, hooked up to tony's database.

y/n was driving them back to the compound, stopping at starbuck's again to make up for the coffee bucky had bought the previous day. y/n got a hot chocolate, despite the fact that it was a hot day, and the windows were rolled down.

her hair blew around in the wind as she sang along to the radio, turned up loud so it could be heard over the rushing wind. bucky admired her from his seat in the passenger side, not able to suppress the smile that crept onto his face. he had never felt so carefree and at ease as he did in that moment.

"is that a smile i see?" y/n spoke over the music and the wind as she drove down the highway.

bucky blushed, turning his face away.

"hey, no!" y/n protested. "come back, i like it."

bucky blushed even more, but stopped facing away from y/n.

"are you blushing?" she asked, her tone playful as opposed to taunting.

"nah," bucky responded, shaking his head. his grin, however, grew wider.

y/n laughed, tossing her head to get her hair out of her face. "this mission was fun," she admitted. "i was worried you didn't like me very much, but i think i was wrong."

"well," bucky said. "i do like you very much."

"ooh, very much, huh?" she asked in the same playful tone as before. perhaps, bucky thought, it was even flirty.

mimicking her tone, bucky said, "are you flirting with me?"

y/n raised her eyebrows, keeping her eyes on the road ahead. "i might be," she said. "i might have been for the last few months. maybe." she added.

bucky was serious all of a sudden. "wait, really?"

it was y/n's turn to laugh nervously. "clearly not very well."

bucky couldn't think of anything to say. he was completely bewildered. this meant he had been right all along. it meant y/n did like him.

"mind if we take a detour?" y/n asked.

"sure."

y/n pulled off the highway, driving through a series of roads overcast with trees. not long later, she parked the car in a patch of land, with a few other cars parked close by.

y/n unclipped her seatbelt. "wanna go for a walk?"

"yeah," bucky replied, still baffled.

he got out of the car. in front of him was a vast, blue lake, sparkling in the sunlight. all around the lake were lush green trees, and the sound of a family having a picnic nearby. the pair started walking.

"i didn't even know this was here," he said.

y/n smiled. "i come here with nat and wanda sometimes."

bucky breathed in the clean air, savouring the feeling of the sun on his face. he walked beside y/n, admiring the view of her and the lake.

"i did pick up on the flirting, by the way," he admitted.

y/n looked up at him. "you did?"

"yeah," he nodded. "i'm just horrifically awkward and i didn't know what to say back. so i said nothing."

"you aren't that awkward."

"oh, i am. definitely. you intimidate me."

bucky thought back to all the times he'd become flustered by y/n's comments, or overwhelmed by her touch. all the times she'd hugged him and he hugged back, wondering if he had perhaps hugged too tightly, or maybe not tightly enough.

"why?" y/n asked. she stopped walking now, standing under the shade of a large tree a few feet away from the lakeshore.

bucky shrugged. "the things you say, things you do. eye contact, the way you touch me... i don't know, it just intimidates me."

"how can i be less intimidating?" y/n asked.

"don't make eye contact," bucky said. "close your eyes."

y/n frowned, but her face softened when her eyes fluttered shut. "better?"

bucky looked at her, stood in front of him with her eyes closed. the gentle breeze blew her hair behind her shoulders, and he had to resist the urge to reach out and touch it. he looked at her lips, parted slightly and decided he would do it.

he leant forward, caressing her cheek as his lips connected with hers. she made a slight sound of surprise, but she kissed back. her lips were soft, and there was the faint taste of chocolate. she pushed up on her toes to deepen the kiss, tangling her hand in bucky's hair.

when the two pulled away, bucky could hardly believe he had dared to do it. y/n opened her eyes again to look into bucky's. she grinned at him before catching her lower lip between her teeth. bucky melted at the sight of it.

"let's go back," she said, grabbing bucky's hand and leading him back to the car.

she leant back against the car door, pulling bucky in for another kiss. as bucky placed his hands gently on her waist, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"so much for a walk," bucky chuckled as he pulled away.

"changed my mind," y/n said, opening the door and climbing into the driver's seat.

bucky went around the front of the car and hopped in.

back at the compound, y/n was in her room, unpacking her suitcase, thinking about bucky.

upon arriving home, bucky and y/n had paid tony a visit for a debriefing before heading to their rooms. y/n had given bucky a smile and a wink as she entered her bedroom. bucky had blushed and smiled back.

out of her suitcase, she pulled out a t-shirt that didn't belong to her. the large dark t-shirt smelled of bucky. she held it close, deeply inhaling the scent. pulling her own shirt off, she slipped bucky's on.

it fell to mid-thigh, the loose material was cool in the warm weather. she pulled off her jeans, opting for a small pair of lounging shorts, hidden by the length of the t-shirt. as she finished unpacking, there was a knock at her door.

she answered it to find bucky on the other side. he eyed up her new outfit, raising his brows slightly. "i was going to ask if you had seen my shirt, but i can see you found it."

it was y/n's turn to blush. "i don't know what you're talking about," she said, stepping aside for bucky to enter. the door closed behind him.

"that shirt," bucky said, closing the space between him and y/n. "is mine."

he's flirting, y/n realised. so she stepped even closer to him. "yours? i guess you better take it back."

she pushed up on her toes, pressing her lips to his. he kissed back hungrily, tongue flicking across y/n's lower lip. his hands played with the hem of his shirt that she wore. eventually, he pulled the shirt over y/n's head, breaking the kiss briefly. his own shirt followed suit.

y/n knew bucky was fit, but she had no idea that his body was such a work of art. strong muscles bulged in his arms, his abs sculpted the plane of his stomach. she noted the rough skin where his metal arm met the rest of his body, and she thought he couldn't be more perfect.

bucky pulled away to take in all of her, to fully admire her in a way he had been too shy to do earlier. y/n caught her lower lips between her teeth as bucky's eyes roamed her body, the fullness of her breasts, the shape of her hips.

"you're so beautiful," he said. he kissed her again, wrapping his arms around her and picking her up. y/n closed her legs around bucky, holding on as he carried her to the bed. "i've wanted this for so long."

gently, he laid her down, kicking off his shoes as he climbed on top of her, not once breaking the kiss. y/n fumbled with the button of his jeans, which he removed once she had undone them.

bucky pulled away to look at y/n, flustered beneath his muscled body in just a bra and shorts, which he tugged at. she obliged, eagerly removing them.

he whispered praises as his hands roamed, exploring every part of her body. he unhooked her bra and watched as her breasts bounced free. he drank her in, eyes full of lust.

he began to kiss her again, moving from her lips to along her jaw, on her neck, down the valley of her breasts and stomach until he reached the waistband of her underwear. he kissed her through the thin fabric, the sensitivity making her moan.

bucky had wanted to take his time, but he wanted, needed her so bad. it had been a long time since he was last with someone so intimately. there would be plenty of opportunities to take his time.

he slid her panties down and put his mouth on her sensitive core. she gasped out a moan as bucky's tongue began licking in the most tantalizing way.

"bucky," y/n moaned his name.

the way she said it drove him crazy. the taste of her on his tongue... he couldn't take it much longer, he had to be inside her. he took his boxers off, fully exposed in a way that, if he hadn't needed her so bad, might have made him feel self-conscious.

y/n tangled her fingers in bucky's hair as he ate her out, head between her thighs, her moans causing an ache in his cock which he longed to bury inside her.

unable to bear it any longer, he slid his boxers off and lined himself up with her entrance. in one swift motion, he sheathed himself inside her. they both moaned loudly at the feeling, bucky enjoying the warmth and y/n enjoying the fullness.

"so wet, baby," bucky breathed out, bottoming out and slowly starting to move his hips. "you like that?"

"yes," y/n cried out. "fuck."

bucky could feel y/n clenching around him, the tightness making his cock twitch. he began to pick up the pace, snapping his hips in a way that made warmth spread through y/n's stomach as her orgasm started building up.

y/n raked her fingernails down bucky's back and he growled at the painful pleasure it brought him. each thrust drove y/n closer to climax.

"that's right," bucky groaned. "cum for me, doll."

y/n cried out as her whole body vibrated as her orgasm rippled through her. her back arched, pressing her body tighter against bucky.

"you feel so good," bucky murmured, "coming all over my cock."

y/n couldn't form a coherent sentence in order to respond so she just moaned his name. bucky sped up his pace, each pull and push of his hips chasing his own release.

with a deep groan, bucky reached his climax, pumping into y/n a few more times before filling her up with his warm cum. he collapsed on top her, both of them panting to catch their breath.

after a moment, he gently pulls out and lays down beside her, watching her bare chest rise and fall with each breath.

"you have no idea how long i've wanted that," y/n said.

"trust me," bucky said. "i do.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fanfiction #the winter soldier #the winter solider imagine #the winter solider x reader #MCU #mcu imagine #marvel #marvel imagine #sebastian stan #sebastian stan imagine

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celestial-sapphicss · 2 years

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bbs ep. 8 in screencaps, in honour of frigay!

this episode was brought to you by pran's dimples

ok so first off, this is exactly the kind of flirting and romance you'd expect/have from friends (or frenemies at best) who start dating????

like the teasing, the awkwardness and not knowing how to act as a couple because you've never been like that, or cringing at yourself and your antics, CUTEST!

their love language is annoying each other 😂

an exhibit on how to be bad friends (+ pat counting mosquito bites, i cried. that boy is precious)

these photos just scream IN LOVE and you can't convince me otherwise

also, this dialogue. not only is pran talking about himself and pat in terms of their faculties & families being enemies, but also how its just embodies queer/non cishetallonormative relationships.

"Do you really believe Pat will accept you? In the end, you have to keep your relationship a secret.

It’s an exhausting relationship.

It’s so hard just to see each other.

It’s tough just to talk to each other.

No turning back.

No moving forward because it’s a dead-end.

It’s a kind of relationship that I always avoid."

my heart 😭💔

okay so this scene somehow mirrors the nevia/tissue scene in ep. 7 (3/4)

while in the nevia scene (yes, I'll call it the nevia scene, the product placement of p'aof is genius) pat just goes to pran's dorm to tease him, in this scene pat actively reaches out (which again, very healthy!!!! instead of internalising your feelings, you reach out for help, love to see it)

both pat (in the nevia scene), and pran in this scene sense that the other person's mood is off and try to make them smile/happy/less gloomy by doing stupid antics

now, both pran (in the nevia scene) and pat in this scene are faced by situation that can't necessarily be solved by them, or are not upto them

like as for pran, he's dealing with an actor who doesn't care and is rude, while being extremely overworked & burnt out

and pat, crumbling under the weight of unrealistic expectations of his father, and him pushing his dreams on him, w/o asking whether pat actually wants to follow them

so the next best thing (as opposed to solving the problem at hand) that they can do is make their s/o happy, without forcing them to talk about it, and making them the stresses of the world, if only for a minute

and while they'll still have to face these problems in the future, the feeling of knowing that there will be a person helping you get through it is extremely calming

while in the nevia scene, in the end pran was indeed happier (b4 that mf wai came), it did end with pat (and hence pran) being sad

but in this scene, both of them are happier in the end and thats growth and oh my heart 🥺

also, pran mimicking pat's "heyyyy" in a mocking sad way had me dying. just look at his expressions 😂🥺

the hurt caused by others

petition to ban pat's dad from everything that brings him joy

okay so pran, in the sound booth (? is it what that's called??? unfortunately im not a theatre gay, I'm a photography gay, ink is me, i am ink) almost looks angry???? like obviously first of all why would random people gossip about someone's love life like that. also maybe the fact that i think somehow pran also wants to just be free and out in the open and hearing this interaction makes him realise that that's not possible??? idk my brain is mish-mosh

i'm still in shock over how the episode ended

now, ik it has already been confirmed i guess but i hope it's not wai who dropped the curtain because

i don't want pran to be once again deceived by people he trusts (eyeing you pran's mom)

there's literally no justification/redemption arc possible for wai post that

i don't want a villan plot line or a wai likes pran plot line

can't wait (frightened) as how p'aof handles this

no thoughts, head empty, just crying over this scene

so much red!!! so much hurt!!! i am not okay 😭

the scene with the staring, and the flashbacks and the bg score of the that xylophone, and the setup of pat expressing his anger in the for of riam expressing his anger, i can't y'all.

the making up

i absolutely LOVE how they spend almost no time in making up with each other

the healthy & clear communication, consent, and the lack of ego & resentment, chef's kiss!

the sometimes unknowingly hurt each other, they realise their mistakes, the apologise & make up, and they move on. EVERYONE LEARN!

also how dare they steal their hug from me, I'll cry, no more virtual hugs 🥲

in conclusion, best boys

#vi.txt #badbuddyedit #bad buddy #waiting for soonvijarn to drop eng subs on the ep7 recap #ep 9 today and i am not ready #wow thats a long rant #when i say this is my favourite show

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hansolmates · 4 years

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popular-ish | 07 (m)

pairing; popular!jk x normie!reader summary; you are way out of jungkook’s league. Or is it the other way around? genre/warnings; self-deprecating language, your typical college!au, jungkook is a piner, shy!oc, oc just wants some damn pizza, maaa yyybeeee eventual fwb 2 lovers au, oc is also a little cold-cutie but who can blame them, dang how did this get so angsty? in this chapter—smut, dirty talk, cumplay, creampie (wrap the pickle b4 u tickle) kook is rough on oc but who really has the power? w.c; 579 a/n; lucky number 7 ;) [masterlist]

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“I, oh—fuck,” you breathe into his shoulder, hot breath fanning his neck, “please, more.”

How did this happen?

He really wants to do this right. He wants to prove to you that he’s more than just a pretty face and an All-Star. Everything started off perfectly: he had a steaming hot pizza pie in one hand, books in the other, and he even showed up fifteen minutes early.

So why an hour later are you writhing under him, begging for him to have his cock pounding you into the mattress?

You’re a gorgeous sight, really. Silky hair fans out in a disarray, a halo consisting of your beautiful hair texture and sweat beading across your baby hairs. Your hands are holding his broad shoulders like leverage, and it forces him to look right at you as he’s pistoning his cock as deep as you desire. He loves the way your breasts bounce and jiggle with each thrust, following his actions accordingly and just like that he’s mesmerized by how stunning you look writhing underneath him.

Missionary always seemed like a boring position, but today that’s changed.

“Fuck—you like this, huh?” you’re so deliciously tight, hugging his walls and swallowing him whole over and over. He can’t get enough, “look down, baby. Is this want you wanted? You wanted my fat cock in your pretty little pussy? Pounding into you so hard that you won’t be able to walk in the morning?”

He watches as your eyes thicken, and he preens at how easy it is for you to obey. He steals a look as well, loving the way you’re connected. Your hole is so sweet and wet, so creamy as it devours his length.

“Puh-please,” you warble, pouting at him with baited eyes, “I—yes, I need—”

“Use your words, baby,” he breathes into you, leaning forward to kiss away your pout. You taste good, his saliva mixing with yours in a way that makes him giddy. “Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.”

“Cum, please cum inside me?” you pose it as a question, tilting your head to see the expression on his face.

His eyes darken, drinking you in like the finest wine. “Anything, fuck! You’re so amazing,” it spurs him on further, loving how your moans feed into him as he thrusts harder, “can’t wait to see your pussy full of our cum, spilling out of you and begging to be fucked, huh? Do you have any idea how hard it is to resist you, looking so damn cute all fucked out?”

“Y-yes Jeon—”

“Not that,” he corrects, almost begging as he presses his forehead to yours, “call me anything but that, baby.”

“I—oh Kook,” you press breathless kisses into his jawline, and he preens at the affection, “you’re so good, fuck! Mm, Kook, I’m gonna, gon’—”

“Fuck, go ahead baby. Let go, cream on my cock. Wanna feel you,” he slips his fingers between your sweet bud, loving how your sensitive pearl is slick with essence as you clench down on his cock, giving him the go to cum. Thick, hot spurts fill you up even further, stuffing you to the brim.

When he pulls out, he’s surprised when you immediately dip your hand between your folds, bringing a pearly glob to your lips and sucking the digit clean.

“Shit, you’re so hot.” This must be a 1080p wet dream, it must be.

“Kook,” you warble, thighs still vibrating, “put it back inside?”

He’s putty on the bed, even moreso that you’re calling him Kook.

You don’t even have to ask. Taking his softening cock between his hands, he scoops up the shiny essence, loving the way it swirls around your swollen folds. Wincing at the sensitivity, he pushes it back into your pussy, feeding it with a mixture of your juices over and over until the both of you are satisfied.

Everything happened so fast. Through his bleary eyes he catches glimpses of himself, memories of fucks just as hard and dirty as this. He likes it this way though, it’s better when your glassy eyes beg for more. He likes the wavy lines between your powerplay, how he’s rough yet you’re the one commanding for more.

“Fuck,” he collapses on top of you, and you giggle into his ear to move over. He’s sweaty and he doesn’t care, continues grappling for you. He places his head comfortably between your breasts, a pillow he wishes he could rest on forever. “Ah, so soft,” he jokes lightly, nuzzling into the cotton skin.

“Got a thing for boobs, huh?” you tease lightly, hands going to play at the slightly damp strands of his mussed up hair.

“Got a thing for you,” he mumbles tiredly, and he doesn’t notice the way your hand freezes against his locks.

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