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viking-raider · 2 months

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Two Hearts - Cotton Candy Goodness

Summary-> It's a special Valentine's Day for you and Henry.

Pairing-> Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count-> 1.4k

Warnings-> G: Fluff, Language, just two nerds in love

Inspiration-> V-Day!

Author’s Note-> It's stupid late!

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“Perfect!”

Henry smiled as he sprinkled a few more white rose petals amongst the red that dusted the grass of the backyard of the Dorking mini-mansion he shared with you and Kal.

“Kal, quit trying to eat them!” He scolded the Bear. “You have to leave some for the surprise.” He sighed, brushing a hand through his curls and looking at all the work he put in with the trail of red and white petals, outlined with twinkling LED tealights, that led from the open back doors of the house into a heart shape underneath the gazebo, where you usually relaxed during the cool or warm, English days to grill, practice lines or Henry keep his sword skills sharp.

However, the sound of an engine coming up the driveway startled Henry back into action, a nervous panic filling his stomach as he dashed back into the house. Hiding the leftover petals, he took a deep breath, settling himself, before greeting you in the foyer as you came through the door.

“Hey, babe.” He beamed, taking your purse and coat. “How was your spa appointment?” He asked, putting them away, antsy and hoping you didn't suspect anything.

“It was positively lovely!” You answered, toeing your shoes off. “The full body, exfoliating massage with hot stones was pure bliss, and we may need to invest in getting our own vitality pool.” You smiled up at him, your whole body still feeling tingly, limp noodle, in all the right ways and places.

“I'm glad I booked you the correct treatment, then.” Henry purred, hooking an arm around your waist to pull you into a sweet kiss. “But, I have one more surprise for you.” He confessed against your lips.

“Really?” You frowned up at him. “I haven't given you any of yours yet.” You commented, hugging your arms around his waist.

“What could you possibly give me that I don't already have and need?” He asked, blue eyes soft and soulful.

“Oh, there's many things to come in our future, Henry Cavill.” You giggled, pushing up on your toes to kiss his stubbly jaw, then broke free from him, scurrying away upstairs to your office, a sacred place Henry never tread unless you were there.

Making it the perfect hiding spot for anything you wanted to keep Henry's paws off of.

Plucking up a cute Valentine's day gift bag, you returned downstairs to find your boyfriend patiently waiting for you. “Happy Valentine's Day, Puppy.” You smiled, handing it over with a giddy excitement.

“Thank you, Dove.” He winked, crossing the foyer for the den, plopping down into his gaming chair and removing the red tissue paper. “Holy!” He gasped, eyes flaring as his blue orbs were greeted with the bag's contents. “Babe!” He snapped, pulling out the latest GeForce RTX graphics card. “I've been trying to get this for weeks, but it's been sold out!” He looked up at you, mouth hanging open.

“How?”

“I sold what was left of my soul.” You chuckled, grinning, having listened to Henry's laments every time he checked for the card to be in stock. “I had my dad watch the site virtually around the clock, with my bank info, and the instructions to buy it the moment it came into stock.” You bit your lip and looked so guilty. “I confess, the card has been in the house for like two weeks.”

“You've had the holy grail of graphics cards in the house for two weeks?” Henry whispered, stunned. “I've been sleeping in the same space as it.” He grunted, shaking his head, gently setting it on his computer desk. “I'm canceling your gifts.”

You laughed, slapping him on the shoulder. “No, you're not! There's one more.”

“I'll think about it.” He replied, narrowing his eyes as he dived a hand back into the bag, feeling around, until he caught the edge of an envelope. “What's this?” He frowned, opening the flap to discover a single swath of fabric.

“You know, how we started your family tree, and you wanted to know more about your Scottish side?” You reminded him. “To get; in touch with your Highlander side.” You quoted him.

“Yeah.” He nodded, rubbing his thumb over the soft stitching.

“Well, I've been fiddling around with it, and I found the Tartan for that side of your family tree.” You explained, pressing your lips together. “There's this company I found online that replicates it. I just had them do the pocket square, cause I wasn't sure how into it you'd be, for something more full blown, like a whole kilt or--”

Henry stood up and practically crushed you against his body, leaving just enough room to breathe. “Thank you.” He whispered into your hair, nuzzling your strands softly. “It means a lot more than the graphics card.”

You smiled and snuggled against him, inhaling his scent and warmth. “I'm glad.”

The two of you stayed in your embrace for a long moment, enjoying the quiet closeness. Until Henry spotted Kal charging in, petals in his mouth.

“Fuck.” He hissed under his breath.

“What's wrong?” You frowned, shifting in his arms.

“Nothing, nothing's wrong, my love.” He grinned, turning slightly so you didn't see Kal. “But, it is my turn to give you your last gift.” He cooed, removing a red blindfold he had tucked in his back pocket.

“Oh, I didn't know it was kinky Sunday.” You teased, allowing Henry to blindfold you.

Henry chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to the bridge of your nose, resting his hands on your shoulder and helping you turn around. Disoriented as you were, you trusted Henry to guide you wherever he was taking you. Back through the foyer and to the back patio, where the start of his rose petal trail began, thankfully still intact. Despite Kal's seeming intent to eat them like the strange goat that he was. He stepped around you, taking your hands to help you down the single step out of the house and navigate the patio furniture.

“Where are we going, Strider? Mordor?” You quipped, the scent and feeling of freshly mowed grass and the cool, fresh air greeting your nose, telling you where you were.

“It's closed this time of year, little Hobbit.” Henry chuckled back at you, bringing you to a stop under the gazebo and the center of the rose petal heart. “I thought we'd visit Rivendell instead.” He cooed, removing the blindfold.

Blinking a few times, you looked about you and admired the gazebo. Everything that normally adorned it cleared away, so it could be decorated with the rose petals and twinkling fairy lights. The four corner supports of the structure had photos of you and Henry throughout your relationship adorning them. To which Henry had made a sweet note on each.

“You went all out, while I was at the Spa.” You said, looking up at him, a wave of suspicious nerves hitting you.

“It was a double motive.” Henry smirked with boyish guilt.

“So, what was the other part of your motive?” You asked, a slight squeak in your voice.

Henry took your hands in his, massaging his thumbs over your knuckles, while trying to build the courage and words to speak what he was feeling. He took a deep breath, nervously kissing one of your hands, with a soft chuckle.

“I love you.” He blurted out, meeting your eyes. “I didn't think I could love anyone as much as I love you. When we're not together, even if it's a different room, I miss you, and I feel like I'm missing a part of myself. Then, when we are together,” He drew in a breath and sighed softly, the ghost of a fond smile on his lips. “I could care less about anything else.” He confessed to you, releasing one of your hands to access his front pocket, kneeling on one knee at the same time.

“Oh, cheese and crackers.” You sighed, eyes wide.

“Or maybe, Cavill and Cavill, if you say yes?” Henry replied, holding out one of the most beautiful rings you'd ever seen in your life. “To marry me?” He cocked a hopeful brow.

“Yeah.” You nodded, stunned, excitement building in you like carbonation. “Yes!” You giggled, bouncing on your toes. “God, Henry, YES!”

A beaming smile lit up Henry's face as he stood back up, taking a moment to get the ring on your finger, his hands shaking so bad. “Now, you can eat them, Kal!” He shouted towards the house, making you laugh, before he pulled you into a breathless kiss.

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rivatar · 3 months

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Hi! Love ur writing! Can you do a cute short story where the reader introduces neteyam and loak to cotton candy?

Cotton Candy 🍬

A/N: Hi anon!! Thank you for the request and compliment!! This was such a cute idea. I hope y’all enjoy this short lil story :)

Warnings: None, just fluff!! And like one curse word (Lo’ak’s potty mouth lol)

Pairing: Neteyam&Loak w/ Human!reader

Neteyam and Lo’ak were excited to try this new tawtute treat you spoke of. You had already introduced them to ice cream, chocolate, and suckers, so they figure anything with this so-called sugar ingredient from the human world would be just as good.

They followed behind you like little puppies as you went into the food storage room to get to the stash of cotton candy, one of your favorite options to satisfy a sweet tooth.

The cotton candy was neatly stacked up in individual cups in the box, so you grabbed 3 for each of you.

They grabbed the cup in their large hands and brought it up for a close inspection.

“It weighs like- nothing,” Lo’ak mused as he easily tossed it up in the air and caught it.

Neteyam was just eyeing it with a curious look in his eyes that made you silently laugh to yourself.

You take the lid off of yours and they imitate your action, making sure they are doing everything like you’re how doing.

You grab a little chunk with your thumb and index finger and hold it up to Lo’ak, who was closest to you. He bent down to reach it with his mouth like you were suggesting.

“Holy shit- it just melted on my tongue like a little cloud” he laughed, eyes wide as the sweetness burst onto his taste buds. “You have to try it, brother!”

“You heard the man, my turn” Neteyam said as he leaned down, mouth open and tongue out. His tail was swishing playfully.

You giggled at the sight as you could also see his fangs sticking out which may have frightened anybody else not used to them, but to you it was cute.

“You know I gave you your own for a reason” you joked and he rolled his eyes, but you still took out a piece for him and placed it on his tongue.

His eyes grew wide at the overwhelming sweetness, too. Meanwhile, Lo’ak was already digging into his portion and playing with the food.

You couldn’t help but smile at their enjoyment and approval. They were always showing you the foods of Pandora, so it was nice to impress them with some human things every now and then.

“Watch this,” you put a piece on your mouth and opened your mouth so they could see it melt into nothing.

“Bro, it disappeared!” Lo’ak laughed as he hit Neteyam’s arm in amusement.

“Tawtute things never fail to surprise me” Neteyam shook his head in disbelief while smiling with his arms crossed, cup still in hand and not opened.

“Are you gonna eat that?” You asked Neteyam.

“Can I not take it with me and save it for later?”

“Yes of course. Just don’t show anyone please”

He tilted his head, wondering why you requested this. “Why not?”

“I need my supply to last!”

#avatar fanfiction #avatar the way of water #atwow #avatar #james cameron avatar #neteyam #loak #loak sully #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #loak x reader #fluff #avatar fluff #cotton candy

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miss-menhera · 1 month

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FAIR WARNING: Oversharing thoughts about lusting over how Adam would taste like somehow turns into a ramble about how Angels ACTUALLY taste like. Messy brainless drabble.

(I am legimately mentally ill and an oversharer if you're squeamish I advise you not to interact with me cuz I always say weird shit, I am absolutely shameless and unconcerned by backlash and I associated borderline cannibalism with pure adoration so bear with me😭)

You know when someone is so cute, you go "you're so cute, I could eat you" yes? No? Either way I legimately could take a bite out of someone I adore. I know people get this urge with animals, so perhaps it's more normal than I think

So I was thinking about Adam's cock, and what his cum would be and what it would taste like,(I came heh to the conclusion it would probably be alot, so thick, hard to swallow and salty asf due to his diet) then if that couldn't get any worse I started thinking "What if I bit his 40 inch dick off the moment he starts boasting and saying demeaning stuff", AND then that somehow went into even more unhinged territory and turned into what if I bit and swallowed his dick too?

Then I came back to my senses and I was like wow, that would be kinda gross and cruel huh?

Then I also thought meh it's gonna grow back in like 3 seconds cuz he ain't human and he'd probably be all scared or incredibly mad, and I dont mind either of those options so it's a win-win no matter what, he could either fuck me with pure rage or scramble away leave me a edged mess.

Then I stopped thinking horny and my thoughts went to "AH I love him so much I could bite a piece of his arm off T- T" to "Hold on a second what do angels taste like.."

You know what guys? The cannibals were kinda based in Hazbin Hotel?

Like honestly I myself, kinda wanna know what Angel's wings taste like? I feel like they'd be like huge chicken wings, and also Angels bleed glowy GOLD? That can't taste like blood, what does that taste like? Their blood looks like shiny sweetsour sauce, what if fried angels taste like chicken tenders marinated in sweet n sour sauce. Adam is 11 feet tall and fat ast he'd be literally delicious and he could feed whole cannibal town for a week.

..I guess this means Adam isn't a dick, he's a cock heh.

No seriously what if I took a bite out of him? Then what? Who's gonna stop me? Salmonella? Nuh-huh. Is (fictional)cannibalism a love language? Can it be actively practiced? Should I take my pills? Should I stop thinking about eating men I like? What sin do these thoughts represent? Lust? Gluttony? Even if there's 0 malice in my words? Is this what they call girl thoughts? Should i stop? Should I go dry my hair? I think I should go dry my hair.

This will get me on some sort of blacklist and blocked by alot of people I think

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brittle-doughie · 2 months

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Aw, Cotton Candy Cookie has something to say to you (the player) if you collected all of the Valentines Day replies! :)

#cookie run x you #cookie run x reader #cr x reader #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #cotton candy cookie #cotton candy cookie x reader #crob x you #crob x reader #crob #cr ovenbreak

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venusandsaturnsrings · 1 year

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Venus my dear have you ever thought about fox hybrid childe? Like the fluffy ears in that mess of orange hair and his already sluttaly low rise pants hanging just under the base of his tail? With both a happy trail that runs down towards his cock and one that runs a short length down his back towards the mess of fluffy orange and white that is his tail? Like a full on feral hybrid, and why not add that good ol' knot on his cock too just cause I can!

Now think about fox boy childe and him bring so eager to have you swallow his cum that he knows your mouth, knowing full well you won't be able to take it and will be stuck there, nose pressed into the wet mess of his happy trail, eyes rolling back and breathing shallow as he watches how you struggle to swallow his load.

Or maybe....

Childe smirking down at you as he pulls you forward and make sure you feel how he swells behind your teeth before he comes, fingers tangled in your hair as he sighs, only now that you're truly stuck on his cock dose he release your hair, chuckling, as he watches you and your absolutely wrecked appearance, eyes rolled back in your head, hands falling from his hips, where your pathetic attempts to push him away had failed, just watches how your arms drop limply next to your sides.

Your blurry vision just starting to fade in and out, and the last thing you are actually aware of before you pass out, is one of his hands petting you gently and the other wiping the tears from your cheek as he coos down at you, ears flicking and twitching as another pulse of his cum floods down your throat.

Just think about fox hybrid childe...

ermm… me vs hoardin all of cors asks!! for me n me only!! but… i suppose i can share… cor i luv u i’m givin u a kiss rn mwah mwah!! U^ェ^U

fox childe thoughts!! nothin too fancy just the fuzzy lil guy bein evil wif his knot!! point form headcannon format :3

fuzzy fella!! he’s used to running around in without having to worry about how he’s dressed. hybrids like himself get certain privileges like less people caring about how they present. sure, it’s based in the idea that hybrids are ‘less than human’ but Ajax is like most in which he’ll use it to his advantage. he love love love loves walking around shirtless.

he’s about 6’2, bulky, and muscly. being part animal means he has to stay well in shape for hunting and the many other physical activities that are required of him. his tummy does have some chub!! the tummy chub is good for keeping him warm and healthy through the winter months. also most certainly a hairy boy; a happy trail no one can match.

loves having his tails and ears washed!! please do wash, condition, dry, and brush them he will make a little purring type noise like a motor. he tends to be a bit messy with everything he does, eating, playing, and existing, but a clean and fluffy fox is a happy fox!!

when it comes to his… more primal urges… he’s well aware that full humans aren’t built to accommodate certain characteristics. that won’t stop him from forcing it, though. he’s born to express his needs a certain way and will make it happen even if it hurts you both.

Ajax is already most certainly well endowed. about 8” hard with an upwards curve. he’s got a bit of thickness too but what’s really thick is his knot. his cock is great for splitting you open and pumping you full and it’s also delightfully heavy in your mouth.

he is an unashamed face-fucker. this does loop back into his base instincts of ‘cock in warm wet hole? need to go hard and fast to breed mate,’ though it’s also a personal preference of his. Ajax could hold back if he really wanted to but… why would he when you look so pretty covered in tears with your face turning blue?

lover of messy head. with the way he’ll be bucking into your throat, you’ll already be producing plenty of saliva and tears to moisten his dick but it’s not uncommon for him to spit down onto it as well to make it extra filthy. all fluids will end up being swallowed by you, and maybe him, in the end.

him… knotting your mouth… i am admittedly a bit hot and bothered by this… think of it sort of like sticking a lightbulb in your mouth. it can go in find but, you have to break it to get it out. Ajax’s knot will go in your mouth fine but, you’ll have to wait for it to go down to get it out.

he gets off on seeing you sputter around the massive load of seed lodged in your throat that you can’t properly swallow. he’ll most definitely twitch and shoot out a couple more little bursts while watching you struggle and whimper over everything shoved in your face.

Ajax won’t be completely cruel about it, you’ll still get plenty of praise and pats to your head!! it’s almost enough for you to ignore how he sets his hips fully to your face and covers your nose with his fingers. truly, he does want you to pass out.

he just thinks it’s cute when your cunts been fucked so nice that you end up knocked out so he’s gotta figure out some way to make that happen when it’s your throat he’s fucking!! doesn’t mind forcing it at all.

you’ll wake up clean and with a big fox man curled around you. he’s very easy to forgive when he licks your face as kisses and wags his tail; his own set of charms.

foxboy childe 100/10 a very wonderful lil guy!! mean, sure, but very loving… and needy… and aggressive… and protective…

i wish i had better thots tew add but… cor u have done my brain in once again!! i jus wan my lil fox guy :((

#cw: knotting #cor my beloved <3 #hehehe he’s so silly!!#i wamnt to munch him liek a candy!!#he is so cotton candy ik it!!#:3 liddol guy #foxboy childe #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut

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bonky-n-steeb · 2 years

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cotton candy

summary || you just had a very bad day and Bucky reassures you in the best way possible.

warnings || very sweet yet very filthy, overload of kisses, unprotected sex, praise kink, fingering, hand feeding, hurt/comfort, body worship, multiple orgasms, very very comforting and reassuring and loving. PWP — MINORS DNI 🔞 if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!

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I hope you like this!!

“Hey! How was your day?” Bucky asked cheerfully, but you didn’t have it in you to reply back. Instead, you just held your face in your hands as you sat on the sofa. You clenched your eyes closed as you feared tears would tumble past your eyelids if you opened them.

You didn’t see it, but you knew Bucky was frowning with worry. You kept your face buried in your palms as he sat besides you. “What happened?” His voice held the power to destroy you. Because just the eminent worry in it was enough to make you cry.

You hadn’t said a word, and yet Bucky understood. He pulled you closer and you instinctively buried your face in his warm chest. His circled his arms tightly around you and rubbed his hand down you back. You knew he was saying everything was going to be okay, without saying a word, and it just made you sob harder.

“I.. I don’t know what to do.” Your voice was muffled in his shirt, and yet he heard you clearly. He shushed you as you cried, not because you were afraid, but because you felt safest in his arms. You knew you could put down the mask you wore in front of the world and just be you in front of Bucky.

“I just feel so… so helpless. Things are happening that are out of my control and I hate it. I hate this feeling…” you sniffled as you looked up at Bucky. His blue eyes shone in understanding as he wiped away your tears with his thumbs and cupped your cheeks.

“I know it feels bad, but it’s going to get better.” He said softly. “No. No it’s not.” You shook your head, but he titled your face such that you looked directly into his eyes. “Do you trust me?” Without question. You nodded and a soft smile spread across his lips. “Then believe me when I say everything is going to turn out just fine.”

The conviction with which he says leaves you no option but to believe him. His eyes were so kind, and just looking at his face soothed your aching heart. He would leave everything in this world just to be by your side — you knew that he would.

“And till then, I’ll be right by your side, holding you close.”

This, right here, was all that you ever wanted. Just his words were enough to make all your worries go away. Because you knew, even if you didn’t have anything else, you’d always have Bucky. He was yours, and you were just as much his.

“Bucky…” you whispered as you cupped his cheek and pulled him close. His lips were soft against yours as you kissed and you were sure he could taste your salty tears. The kiss was slow and endearing like a sweet love letter shared between you.

You could feel his breath against your face as he pulled away. “Will you let me look after you?” The words were simple, but you knew what they meant. You wouldn’t love nothing more than just to submit to Bucky, and not think. “Yes please.”

It felt as if he had all the time in this world as he peppers light kisses over your face. Once your lips, cheeks, jaw, nose and forehead were covered with his love, only then he was satisfied and he pulled back. You loved feeling adored, and Bucky loved doting upon you.

Bucky slipped his hands under you and picked you up and a little giggle slipped past your lips despite everything. He still bent to place a chaste kiss to your lips as you carried you inside. Bucky just couldn’t have enough of you, and you ate this feeling up.

He placed you down on the floor once you were in the bathroom. He went past you to fill the bathtub with warm water and as you slipped your hand under your shirt to pull it up, he gestured you to stop. Once the water was warmed up to his choice, he turned back to you.

“Let me do all the work.” He said as he pulled up your shirt. You were nearly breathless by the time he discarded your clothes, one by one. “You sit in there and enjoy yourself, I’ll be back in a minute.” You opened your mouth to protest, but he shut you up with a kiss.

“Shhh… let me do all the thinking tonight. You just look pretty for me, okay?” He chuckled and you couldn’t help but smile. He waited until you dipped yourself into the warm water and only once you were settled did he leave. You nearly forgot all your worries as the hot water seeped into your pores.

You opened your eyes when you heard Bucky walk in, but you hadn’t even realised when you closed them in the first place. You gasped as you noticed the fruit plate he was carrying. “You didn’t have to do all this. I just…” you stopped talking as Bucky’s face became stern.

“I know I didn’t have to, but I want to.” Tears once again lined your eyes and you noticed the frown lines on Bucky’s face. “You’re so good to me. Too good.” You really didn’t know how you’d scored a man like Bucky. His face immediately softened and he pulled out a stool and sat on it besides the tub.

“You deserve all this.” He placed a quick peck on the tip of your nose. “See. Too good for me. I don’t know how I’ll ever give it back to you. I…” he placed a finger on your lips to stop you from babbling further. “Do you love me?” You narrowed your eyes at his question, why would he even ask that. “Of course Bucky, I love you!”

“Then that’s enough for me.” Somehow Bucky knew exactly what to say to make you melt like butter. You shifted a little such that you could lean closer to Bucky. He picked up a strawberry from the plate and placed it in front of your lips. You hummed when your teeth sank into the berry and it’s juices exploded into your mouth.

Next, Bucky fed you pieces of banana, assortments of berries, and a selection of your favourite fruits. You admired the way Bucky was intent on feeding you with his hand. He only seemed satisfied once the entire plate was empty and he kept it aside and returned his focus on you.

Bucky smiled a dorky smile as he saw the fruit juices collected at the corner of your lips. You gasped out when he bent down and licked up the juice. The action was more erotic than it was meant to and you couldn’t stop yourself from begging for more.

He positioned you such that your head was resting on his metal hand and he could easily hold your head steady for him to kiss as his other hand travelled under the soapy water. Your mouth fell open as he placed his hand on your thigh before trailing it between your legs.

You didn’t have to be told to spread your legs as his hand settled on your core. His fingers ran over your sensitive folds in gentle strokes that had you silently gasping. He played with your swollen petals until you mewled beneath him. You moaned out his name when he finally circled your needy clit.

His eyes were staring at you, intensely mapping out the small twitches in your face, as he played you to his rhythm. The water swished around as you placed your hands on the edge of the tub as Bucky kept on his ministrations. You could bet that he loved to see the effect he had on you.

His lips descended on yours and you kissed him as if you needed him more than you needed air, which was partially true. You moaned into his mouth as two of his fingers entered your sopping hole. He didn’t let you out of the kiss as he fingered you.

Bucky sucked on your tongue before nibbling on your lower lip with his teeth. He then laved his tongue on the slight bruise. You began squirming under him as you felt your sending getting close, but Bucky held you tightly in place. The water was sloshing with his fingers and your entire body felt like a live wire.

He was thrusting his thick fingers into your cunt, stretching you out, and at the same time kissing you breathless. You placed your hand on his wrist and squeezed as the coil finally snapped and this whole world dissolved into a honeyed glaze. Your entire body felt like cotton candy as it melted into the water.

Bucky kissed your eyelids as you twitched with the aftershocks. He gently pulled out his fingers and you immediately missed the fullness. You noticed that when you had squirmed, a few splashes had landed on Bucky, wetting his shirt.

He was quick to cover you with a warm towel when you stepped out of the tub. You clutched the towel to start wiping yourself, but Bucky stopped you. Let me, once again he didn’t speak, but his eyes were enough to convey the emotion.

He was sweetly caring as he dabbed the towel down your body. Started from the hands, he bent down until he could dry your legs. He picked you up again and you nearly rolled your eyes at his overprotective behaviour. “Bucky… I can walk.” You giggled as he carried you into the bedroom.

“But you don’t have to when I’m here.” You could feel his chest rumbling as he said it. He placed you on the bed and you got up on your hands to watch the show as he began undressing. He wasn’t as considerate with himself and quickly stripped down and yet to you that was the sexiest thing.

This wasn’t the first time you’d seen him naked, yet everytime you laid your eyes on him, you couldn’t help but marvel. His muscles rippled beneath his skin as he crawled up the bed towards you like a prowling wolf. His metal arm glinted in the moonlight and you put your hand out to trace the golden lines on the dark metal.

Your palm met his scruffy cheek as you pulled him down for a kiss. Your head was floaty and kiss felt like the sweetest thing in the world. You sucked on his tongue as he caressed his hand down your body. His palms, one cold and one warm, fondled your breasts and you moaned in his mouth.

You knew he was making love to you tonight and it was the most pleasant feeling ever. Your hands roamed the hard planes of his body and for a tough second it was hard to believe this man was yours, only yours. You couldn’t get enough of this sappy feeling, and you didn’t want to.

Bucky trailed down kisses to your neck from your lips and you felt like on the seventh heaven as he kept on worshiping your body. You started panting when he playfully nibbled on your skin before laving it with his tongue. You were sure tonight was going to leave behind bruises which you would proudly wear the next day.

Next, he laid fluttering pecks down your sternum before sucking on your pebbled nipple. He tweaked the other breast with his metal fingers and the contrasting sensation of his hot mouth suckling on one and his cold fingers pinching your tits had you arching your back.

Your fingers sank into his broad shoulders as he ventured lower and you were sure he’d have crescent shaped marks of your nails on his skin. He let go of your nub with a pop and settled lower. You shied away when he placed kisses on your tummy but he held you tight by your hips.

“Don’t shy away from me.” His voice was raspy and thick with lust. You could feel your heart thundering in your chest as he looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re the prettiest person in this world.” He mumbled as he kept smothering you with kisses.

You huffed out a dry laugh and were about to speak when Bucky stopped his ministrations. “What? You don’t believe me? Do you know that everytime I look at you I feel like my heart is going to burst, because you’re so gorgeous and sweet, I can’t believe I get to have this sweetness all for me.”

Your eyes watered again, but this time it was because you believed Bucky’s sincerity. The burning passion in his eyes and this sincere tone had you wanting to melt right into him. “I need you, but I want you just as much. I love you, and you mean everything to me. You’re my choice, my one and only. And don’t you ever doubt that.”

“I won’t Bucky, I promise.” Your voice was heavy with unspoken words. “Good girl.” You weaved your hand in his silky strands and pulled him up. He grunted as he surely had other plans. “I need you Bucky. Now!” You smashed his lips against yours and placed your hands on his ass to keep him there.

A shiver ran down your spine when Bucky pressed his hard length against yours. He rubbed his head over your sopping pussy before lining himself up at your entrance. You both groaned as his thick cock entered you in a slow, yet firm stroke.

Bucky held still for a moment and only pulled back when you nodded desperately for him to move. You nearly choked on how full his cock made you feel as he speared his way back in. Your circled your arms around his neck as you couldn’t even bare to have that much space between you.

“Bucky..” you softly moaned as he held your hips while fucking up into you in a steady pace. His thrust weren’t fast or unrelenting, rather they were measured and hard, as if he wanted you to feel the way he stretched you out.

You could hear the squelch of your juices accompanied with your moans in the otherwise silent room. Your legs were shaking with the force of his thrust as his cock repeatedly hit that special spot within you. “You feel what you do to me?” You rasped.

He groaned in your ear and it was honestly the sexiest sound you had heard. His speed gradually increased and yet he wasn’t too rough. You ran your fingers down his back and you felt the way his muscles were shifting as he fucked into you. He arched his neck and cursed as you drew grooves down his back with your nails.

His placed his mouth over yours and you just breathed each other in as you were too out of it to kiss. You knew you were very close and you just needed that one thing to push you over the edge. “Tell me… tell me you love me.” You breathed out.

“I love you.”

Those three simple words were enough to you to tumble down the abyss of shattering pleasure. Your toes curled and your body trembled beneath him as he kept on thrusting within you. A few tears slipped down your eyes at the intensity and Bucky licked them up with his tongue.

Your body was at such a heightened state of pleasure that you nearly didn’t feel like you stopped orgasming. Your words were an incoherent string of moans as you couldn’t comprehend much. All that currently mattered in the world was just you and Bucky.

Your eyes snapped open when you felt Bucky’s hand around your throat. He wasn’t squeezing or even putting pressure, but the reassuring weight of his hand over your throat had you visibly calming down. He tugged on your lower lip with his finger and you licked it with your tongue.

The veins on Bucky’s neck were popping up and you wanted to sink your teeth into them. Your bodies were slick with sweat and your cheeks were decorated with tear tracks. You felt Bucky twitch within you and you knew he was close too.

Your body was more relaxed than ever and it was so sensitive due to Bucky’s previous activities, that you were sure you were about to come again. “Bu.. Bucky..!” He pressed his forehead to yours and you relished in the feeling. “Shhh… I know you can give me one more. Just one more, okay promise.”

You closed your eyes and let him play you to his tune. He grunted and cursed into your ear as he lost his rhythm and become desperate before coming deep inside you. His orgasm triggered yours and you too cascaded down with him. As you came together, you almost felt as if your souls were connected to each other.

You held each other tightly as if the other was the only lifeline back to earth. There was this deep ache within you that seemed to have vanished. You both breathed heavily as you twitched and convulsed with aftershocks. A goofy smile spread across both of your lips as you considerably calmed down.

You didn’t know how much time passed as you just stared lovingly into each other’s eyes. All your previous worries and tensions were forgotten as you gazed at Bucky as if he had all the answers in the world, which maybe he did.

You bathed in the feeling of his warmth body covering you, and an age old instinct screamed that he was protecting you from all the problems of this world. You whined with displeasure when he pulled away after some time. He chuckled as he got up to go get a wet cloth to clean you up and bent down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Shh,.. let me just look after you.”

this is actually very self indulgent and I’ve been wanting to write this for a long time. this is my own comfort scenario and I just wanted to share it with you guys. I hope you like it as well.

reblogs and comments are highly appreciated. I hope you have a wonderful day!!

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Meditations: First Meeting

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Rating: cotton candy

Dragon Ball Masterlist Givemeonereason Masterlist

Plot: Can a green alien teach you to meditate? Or better yet, shut your mouth?

A/n: okay, okay, okay OKAY! Hear me out…I don’t see a lot of love for this green guy. I actually adore him as a character. He really grew on me while watching DB. I think he needs a little love and appreciation.

I think it has to do with the fact he doesn’t look like a regular human, and honestly I get it. But he could get it. And he should.

I will keep writing for him because Piccolo has such great fic potential that no one is utilizing.

Your lesson: we can’t judge books by their cover. It could just be the best book you’ve ever read ;) and that particular book might just be tall, handsome and green. You never know.

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Meditation.

This wasn’t something that you were particularly skilled at.

You tried a few times to do a guided meditation with that popular app that was complimentary thanks to your company on your lunch breaks. After several attempts you just gave up. The cricket sounds were relaxing though.

Such poise.

He sat on the hillside every day crosslegged, eyes closed, faced out towards the valley.

What exactly he was thinking about you could not have guessed.

Even if someone paid you one million Zeni to guess, you still wouldn’t have got it right.

He just seems so peaceful, his cape flowing in the light breeze.

Probably one of those basement rats who work on software towers. You thought to yourself. Makes sense he would try and catch some sun during his break.

“Umm, excuse me?”

Your hands nervously fiddled with the hem of your shirt. You’ve heard the rumors about the people downstairs, however you were curious. And walking up the hill to speak to him had your nerves all over the place.

“Hmm?” It was if he broke out of trance.

The man looked over his shoulder in your direction, putting his feet back down upon the grass when he saw you standing several feet away.

It was easier now to take in his full form. He was large and green. Such an odd appearance, you think. Nothing like anything you’ve seen before.

No sunlight…

It was a lot to take in at once. Your eyes glanced over him. You didn’t imagine he’d be this tall. He practically towered over you.

He blinked a few times before you spoke up. “Oh! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I was just…” You voice trailed off as well as your courage. You turned on a heel to walk down the hillside you treaded up.

“Is there something you need?” His strong voice stopped you in your tracks. Of course, a voice that strong, and that deep would come from someone like him. It should almost be expected due to his size. But the tone alone was comforting to an extent. It didn’t enact fear in you.

You turn back around to look at him once more. Trying to find something to actually say that has real meaning. “I, uhh, see you from my window most days and I just wanted to know what you’re looking at?”

He looked down into the valley below. The blue of the nearby lake shined under the hot sun. Trees blowing in the humid summer breeze. “I wasn’t looking at anything.”

“No?” it seems your courage finds its metal and you walk up beside him, looking down into the same valley. “This is a very beautiful view, though. I would’ve never come up here, save for my curiosity.”

You backed away from the edge, remembering that you have a fear of heights. “Again, I’m very sorry that I bothered you. I just…”

There you go again.

He takes a seat on the ground near where he was before, crossing his arms against his chest. “I was only meditating. You are welcome to join me if you wish.”

Unmoving from where you stood and just above a whisper, “I don’t think I know how. I tried with the company sponsored app and it’s just too much.”

You heard him take a breath in. It was long and deep, and filled his chest.

“I’m not exactly sure what you’re talking about. However, take a seat here.” He pointed to a patch of grass near him. You obliged sitting down on the spot he designated.

His eyes were closed, his head tilted down towards the ground, relaxing.

“It’s your decision now if you wish to think or not.”

You looked over at him, his form unchanged. “Think of what?”

“That is what you must choose.”

“Do you work for my company? I don’t think I’ve seen you in the building before. I only see you on this hill.”

“I do not work for anyone.”

Your hands relax in your lap. “Oh, so you’re a freelancer then. You might make some good money, but no benefits is shit.”

“You are making little sense now. Clear you mind. Or keep your thoughts to yourself.”

You sat quietly for sever moments. You were watching him, taking in the strange details of his silhouette.

But you broke the silence again.

“Are you Yoda?”

“I’m Piccolo.”

“Is that your ‘Yoda’ name? Your like Yoda, but your name is Piccolo….Piccolo like the instrument.”

He took another breath this time it resembled more of a deep grown. His brow is furrowed with confusion and almost frustration at this point. His hand are gesticulating when he raises his voice. “I do not understand what you’re saying.”

What should have frightened you made you smile cheerfully. There is nothing you love more than to talk about one of your favorite things, Star Wars.

“Okay, so there’s this movie called Star Wars and there is a character in that movie called Yoda. Yoda is a small green character and he has pointy ears.” You looked over at him pointing, “Oh, yeah, kind of exactly like your ears.”

You look back out at the scenery, shoulders, relaxing, and the tone of your voice, so joyful. “And he talks so formal and it’s almost as if he speaks in riddles. You kind of remind me of him, though you’re not small like Yoda.”

Again, you look to him. But his eyes are open and he’s staring into the air blinking blankly. You went silent, then. Fear of irritating him once more. Your eyes darting between him and your fingers in your lap. “I’m sorry…I…listen, I have never met anyone like you. I can only compare you to what I think I know. However, I know that’s only fiction. I don’t mean to be rude or a burden.”

He’s floating several inches off the ground, his eyes closed.

You turn sitting on your calves now. “Piccolo, what are you exactly?”

“A Yoda,” he said very serious, his tone almost booming.

Your obvious confusion broke him as he began to chuckle.

“I am an Namekian.”

“A Na-mek-ian,” you said repeating the title, annunciating the syllables. “So you’re an alien.”

“Yes.”

“Yes? Well, I guess I kind of figured you are green and everything.”

That made him turn to look at you. But you looked right back at him matter-of-factly.

“It is kind of odd, you know, the whole green skin. What are these rigid parts on your arms?”

That confused look painted his face again. “My skin?”

“Yeah, these parts.” You touched the and quickly retracting your hand. It was soft like your own skin. For some reason you imagined it’d be sticky or at least moist. “I did not expect it to feel like that.” You squinted your eyes looking at his arm again. “It’s like you have a worm in there.”

“A worm?” It sounded like a question, yes, but it was really just a confused statement at best.

“It’s like the ridges that a worm has….”

He’s not even listening, his thumb and forefinger pressed again the bridge of his nose.

Shit.

I’m talking to much again.

“I’m sorry…”

You waited for his harsh tone to sting your ears again.

But it only came out in a calm, collected way.

“Perhaps, that is enough for today.” He put his feet on the ground. He faced away from you. “Farewell miss.”

That’s when he blasted off from the hillside into the air.

Only Superman can do that. Maybe only Clark and Namekians?

You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking.

Gosh, if Yoda could have done that then the entire plot of films would be different.

What if Yoda could fly, and we just didn’t know it.

Shut up!

You just spoke with a green alien, named Piccolo, who can fly.

A green alien.

Named Piccolo….like the instrument.

Who. Can. Fly.

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Don’t steal other people’s works! Respect creators!

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— how it feels to fall for saihara shuichi.

A/N: not a request, just a sucker for stuff with my fav pretty boy <3

SYNOPSIS: headcanons for what it’s like to fall for and date saihara shuichi.

PAIRING: saihara shuichi x gn! reader

CONTENT WARNINGS: none

ADDITIONAL INFO: reader is gender neutral and uses they/them pronouns, gender is never specified.

WORD COUNT: 1.05k+

PRE-DATING

to fall for saihara is to constantly have that little giddy feeling in your heart when you’re met with something familiar that holds a special place within you.

to fall for saihara is that random rush of happiness you get when pulling an all-nighter.

sighs ,, when i tell you he has my heart

when he finally realizes he likes you, he is such a flustered mess.

it’s almost pitiful

he’ll stutter and stumble over every word, pink to the ears and jaw

touches from saihara pre-relationship will linger much longer than needed.

(they still linger even after you’re dating— a very clingy boy !!)

this includes but is definitely not limited to long hugs, intertwined hands, and linking arms

much to yours and everyone’s surprise, saihara confesses first !

the day he plans is actually quite nice— he takes you out for a stroll in the park and the two of you have a picnic on a hilltop. he knew the stars would be out tonight, so you two stayed atop of the hill and gazed up at the sky, laying down together and chatting amongst yourselves.

your hands are intertwined together, so when he begins to shake slightly, you ask if he’s okay

you best believe he is the most flustered he’s ever been

this boy is drumming his fingers against the ground, stuttering, the poor thing can’t even make eye contact with you

‘ shuichi? are you okay? i can feel your hand shaking, is anything the matter? ’

‘ n-no, uh- well actually, yes, there is- there is something i’ve been wanting to..to tell you for-for a while now. ’

his breathing is beginning to get heavy, his whole body trembling in shame. in fear.

what if you rejected him ?? what if you said no ? what if he ruined what you two already have, what if you never spoke to him again ? what if-

you squeezed his hand to reassure him that he was okay. that he was free to say whatever was on his mind.

‘ i’m right here, shu. it’s okay. you’re okay. ’

he calms himself down, slowly gathering up the courage to tell you what he’s been trying to say for a painfully long time.

‘ i’m so sorry for the trouble, i- uhm, uhm, it’s- ilikeyousomuchy/nilikeyousomuchtothepointwheremyheartisgonnaburstifikeepitinanylongeryoudon’thavetotellmeyoulikemebackijustwantedtoletyouknow- ’

saihara has removed his hand from your own, cradling himself as some form of protection. he’s turning his head away in shame, both because he just bore his heart out to you and because small tears were now spilling over his burning pink cheeks.

you took his hand again and pressed a small kiss to it, resting your hand against his palm.

saihara’s face is mixed with that of confusion and bashfulness, eyes darting back and forth to meet anything but your eyes.

‘ i like you too, shuichi. ’

just rip his heart out right then and there

he starts sobbing with a healthy(not really) mix of relief and happiness

POST-DATING

to date saihara shuichi is the embodiment of floating atop cloud nine. it’s that feeling of happiness when you realize that you have that special someone. when you know there’s somebody out there who loves you. somebody out there who cares about you so much to the point they’d risk their very life for you.

after you two start dating, everyone swears they’ve never seen saihara happier

‘ heehee !! wow, i’ve never seen saihara-chan smile so much ! you should’ve seen him when you weren’t around, n/n-chan !! it was all “y/n this”, “y/n that”, “i wanna kiss y/n soooo much-!!” ’

‘ kokichi !! ’

‘ whaaaat ? it’s true, saihara-chan ! ’

‘ i mean, he’s not wrong, shuichi. ’

‘ k-kaede !! ’

needless to say, his friends like to retell tales of saihara’s god awful pining

he is mortified. you think it’s adorable.

saihara loves to give you gifts !! he feels like he owes it to you for being the best lover you could ever be.

though he gets flustered every time when doing so

he always feels the need to tell you in some shape or form that he loves you, even if you already know it.

speaking of which, failing to give him a constant reminder that he’s loved will result in a whole lot of overthinking and panic.

so make sure to tell him you love him !! whether this be verbally or through your own love language, saihara always needs affirmation when it comes to anything

even just a small “i love you” will mean the absolute world to him

nicknames nicknames nicknames !!!! sometimes they’re purposeful, most of the time it’s a subconscious decision.

“darling, my beloved, sweetheart, dear, my love” are his favorites and what he’ll usually refer to you by.

if you call him nicknames, however, he melts.

you called him pretty boy one time and his whole body went rigid. he stumbled over his words and spoke quietly, a state you hadn’t seen him in ever since he confessed.

a simple yet sweet person. the small things he plans out for your dates or the gifts he gives to you all have some sort of sentimentality behind them.

saihara is very observant, so he’ll pick up on things you enjoy without much issue.

this benefits the two of you, for he can give you all you want and desire(though you tell him time and time again that just being with him is enough) whilst knowing your likes and dislikes.

he gets so shy about everything. he’s too afraid to do anything with you, so again, affirmation is all he needs. especially when it comes to touching you, it doesn’t come as easily as it does before you got together.

at least, for him.

it’s a must to tell him it’s okay to touch you. he’s so afraid he’ll overstep your boundaries or hurt you. when cuddling, he thinks he’s suffocating you by laying on top of you. when holding hands, he thinks his palms are too sweaty and that his grip on your hand is too tight.

he’s such an over thinker and doesn’t want to mess anything up with you, please tell him he’s doing amazing

dating saihara shuichi is an unforgettable experience that will forever leave you satisfied. he is such a sweet and loving person who is so genuine with you and everything he does. a true gem— please hold onto him and take care of him dearly.

thornesx ©

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cafecourage · 5 months

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I’ve been thinking about a diabetic reader now. Like how to make it work in Hyrule, the answer I got was:

Diabetic’s rely heavily on a mixture of stamina and healing potions to keep their pancreas functioning.

Wild would probably now the recipe by heart and make it for them everytime they eat.

#twilight (not lu) speaks #linked universe x reader #luxreader #linkeduniverse x reader #Cotton Candy #that’s the tag for Diabetic reader now #it’s ironic and funny

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sashi-ya · 1 year

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request. Anonymous asked: Hope I'm early but can I request Shinji with vynil records ? It feels like that word is there for him (and my mind instantly came up with so many potentials) tw. none. sweet modern (or not?) au. wc. 1.3k masterlist.

“You should close the store; nobody still buys vinyl records” “I will…” but I don’t want to.

Is not that you were extremely attached to the past, but your family has been running that business since a long time and now it was in your hands. Sure, technology has managed to overcome the old vinyl discs, but you still had hope. There were some amateurs who would buy some, but, time passed, and the industry slowly decayed…

“You are in debt. Severe debt” your accountant tells you, straight to the point through the phone while you play with an old vinyl around your index. “There is a man that wants to buy the shop, he is willing to pay double the amount of your debt. They are planning on setting a bubble tea shop”

You sigh… another tea shop. It’s ok, your place is located in a good place where summer days are lively and the fairy lights shine with charm on winter busy nights.

“All right. Give me one more week and I’ll give you an answer”

Some tears form in the corner of your eyes. Everybody is right. You should use this last week to finally say goodbye. There is no way you can transform your business by yourself, and apparently nobody is willing to help either.

You spend longer than expected inside, well passed the closing time. You decided it was time to see which of the things you will take with you, and which ones you were willingly to sell on the internet.

Scrutinizing old boxes you have in the back, you find some particular one. A set of Jazz vinyls that catches your attention immediately. In the front cover a man, with blond almost yellow hair and straight bangs smiles.

“What a particular smile…” you mumble, inspecting the disc. “This looks extremely old, it’s probably been here since my grandfather opened the store” you think, while you turn on the turntable to try it.

As soon as you place the needle on the black surface of the disc, and after some white noise, a peculiar song starts playing. It has Spanish vibes, but it’s also jazzy.

You have no idea what the title means, but, apparently the band is called “Vizards” and the first song “Escalon”

And, for some reason, you enjoyed it way more than you thought you would… and it made that last week a little more bearable. Selecting what goes and what not, cleaning and selling the last stuff before closing was clearly breaking your heart, but, the weird songs of that old vinyl made it all better…

The seventh day had arrived. Being the day you have to finally give the buyer an answer, you walk through the same streets you had always walked to get to your shop.

There is something in the air that makes it difficult to breathe, like a high pressure over your shoulders. You try to dismiss it, it’s probably just anxiety.

Playing with your keys as you approach your store, you keep humming that “Escalon” song. The sky is clear today, so you let the sun kiss your cheeks with its morning yellow light.

But, even if your life was about to change, there was someone who was willing to change it to a totally different idea of what you had already imagined…

“Hey! Are you the owner of this shop?” A blonde guy, with straight bangs and fancy looking clothes startles you at the very entrance of your shop.

There is something about him, something that feels familiar…

“Not for so long… I’ll be right with you, sir” you tell him, while the keys slide on the lock.

“You have no idea how much I’ve been looking for a vinyl store! I’m new to Karakura town, so, I’m so glad you are open!” he says, smiling…

oh, that smile…

You turn around to take a look at him before opening the door, and while you do, and the little bell chimes you realize how similar he looks to the guy on the “Vizards” vinyl. What a strange coincidence.

You sigh, though. He is glad you are open, but he might be the only one after all. “Actually, today is the shop’s last day” you confess.

“What? Why?!” he asks, taking his beret off completely outraged.

It makes you kinda laugh, he might not realize he is the only person wanting to buy vinyl records.

“Because nobody else buys vinyls anymore, sir” you say, turning the turntable on to musicalize the shop, while you get ready to sell whatever is left to that smiling being in front of you.

The man takes his hands to his tiny waist. He seems annoyed at your statement; he is there to buy, so, nobody wouldn’t be the proper term.

However, even if he wanted to say something, the melody that starts playing makes him go silent. He comes closer to the music source, and tilts his head to the side so that he could read the title on the spinning vinyl.

“I can’t believe it… I want a copy now” he chimes, excited as if he had found something he’s been looking for so long.

“Unfortunately is the only one I have… you see I found it on an old box, probably my grandpa’s belongings from when he opened the store” you excuse yourself, realizing that the last disc you were probably selling cannot be sold.

“Then, I will come back here to listen to it every day” he says, giving you the sweetest, most big smile you’ve seen. It leaves you startled, out of words.

When he is about to leave you gain your voice back; “Sir this is the last day of the store, you can take the vinyl for free!” you tell him, after all he was kind enough to believe in you when the rest didn’t.

“Are you sure this is the last day? Maybe things are about to turn upside down for you. See you tomorrow!”

You stutter, what is he talking about? As he leaves you simply laugh, sure that that man is nothing but a crazy one…

“So, (Name), if you are finally willing to sell the shop, the buyer will visit you there at 3 pm. I will be there too so that we can sign the papers”

“Yes… I will. May I ask what’s the name of the buyer?” you inquire him, just to know the name of the person that will transform your family’s legacy into yet another cafeteria.

“Hirako Shinji, he is the owner of “Upside Down”. You know, the bubble tea chain from out the state”

“Upside Down, you say…?”

You smile to the phone… If that’s a coincidence, you don’t wanna know…

The weird Spanish like song of Escalon fills the shop with their notes, it’s almost 3 pm and the inevitable it’s about to happen. However, there is something inside you telling you to be at peace.

The first to arrive was your accountant. He is not a bad guy; in fact, he has been there since the beginning for your family and you when you had to take over the business.

“The man is lovely, you will see. He is a little bit weird, but you can trust” he says, while you smile.

And just as he says so, the chime on the door announces the arrival of the buyer.

“Hello, hello! I’m back! I forgot to tell you my name, I’m Hirako Shinji” he presents himself, shaking your hand with great enthusiasm. Making you smile so widely. “So, let’s give this beautiful Vinyl store a little bit of life. Do you think you can still work for me? I want people to have some tea while listening to your wonderful melodies”

You gawk… this man… “So, you don’t want to get rid of the vinyl records” you ask, with glimmering eyes.

“Of course not, I knew this was the perfect place the moment you had my grandpa’s band playing in your store. I love jazz, and I’m a collector myself. I want you to help me and I want to help you make this business bloom… what do you say, cutie?”

You laugh at the “cutie”… but how can you resist when he has just arrived to put your world upside down? 💖

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punkeropercyjackson · 3 months

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If your book!Percy Jackson design isn't afrolatino and femme and cunty,honestly who are you even designing in the first place

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viking-raider · 5 months

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Thankful

Summary: For Thanksgiving, you decide to take part of a military support group event and host a Veteran, having them over for dinner. Forming a lasting bond with a certain Captain.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warning: G - Cotton Candy Goodness, Angst, Mention of Loss of Family Member, Mourning, Cold Mother, Embarrassed!Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Alcohol Use, Fluff, Friendly Bets, Southern Charm

Inspiration: It’s for Thanksgiving. 🍗

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this! Line divider by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS! My Syverson's first name is Austin.

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You had received the message from one of the countless Military support groups you were a part of about the Sponsoring a Veteran for Thanksgiving event, and if you were interested in participating. You had hesitated for a couple days, before finally caving. You didn't have much family left of your own, just your mother. Since your father passed, when you were a kid and your only sibling, a brother, had been killed in the line of duty. Which was why you were a member of the support groups, looking to keep a closeness to him, and find some sort of peace with his death.

“All right.” The lead organizer, retired Lieutenant Sarah Timmans, sighed, looking over her clipboard at the list of names of all the Veterans that had been signed up for the event. “Your mother knows you're hosting a Vet, right?” She asked, cocking a brow at you, knowing how sensitive and touchy your mother was still about being around anything directly Military.

“I told her, I was bringing a friend over.” You answered, biting your lip nervously, knowing your mother's own mood swings on the subject.

“Girl, she's going to flip out on you.” Sarah said, shaking her head, eyes bulging. “Maybe, you should just do something one-on-one with them?” She suggested, trying to bypass a disaster.

“She's expecting us, and I'll get an earful, if I skip another family gathering.”

Sarah snorted at you, smirking. “It's your KP!” She teased, going down the list to find your name and who you'd been assigned. “So, your Vet is Captain Austin Syverson. He just retired seven months ago after nineteen years in the service of the U.S Army. Special Forces.” She informed you, looking up from the clipboard to scan the crowded room for a moment.

“Ah, there he is!” She smiled, motioning behind you.

Turning around and following her gaze, you were surprised for a moment, standing on the other side of the room, in a small cluster of other Vets, was a tall, thickly muscular guy, with a shaved head and well groomed beard. Everything about him exuded authority, self-confidence and calm. He was so damn handsome in his pair of dark wash blue jeans, brown cowboy boots and fleshly ironed, black dress shirt that was tucked in, showing off his belt buckle. Your insides tingled as you stared at him, throat going dry.

“Damn, that's a Texas boy.” You mumbled under your breath.

“Sure is.” Sarah agreed, checking him out as well. “You should go introduce yourself, before he thinks you stood him up.” She added, a hint of encouragement in her voice.

“God, you're right.” You started, frightened he just might, then weaved through the crowd towards him, pausing for a moment, until he noticed you. “Hi there.” You beamed up at him, your knees like a nervous jelly.

“Ma'am.” Syverson greeted you back with a Southern drawl, tipping his head forward.

“I'm your host, Captain Syverson.” You informed him, introducing yourself.

“Oh.” He replied, giving you a proper look over, a smile pulling over his lips as he took your lovely figure in the white, knee-length dress covered in delicate yellow flowers, paired with black flats. “It's a pleasure to meet you.” He said, his bright blue eyes meeting yours once more. “You can just call me, Sy.”

“Nice to meet you as well, Sy.” You answered, cordially extending your hand.

Smirking broader, Sy gently took your hand in his, shaking it. “I'm grateful that you've allowed me impose myself on you and your family's holiday.”

“Oh, it's quite all right.” You waved it off, shrugging your shoulders. “It's really just me and my mom, so nothing major.”

“Well, I'm just a Captain, so it'll literally be nothing Major.” Sy quipped, making the group around him crackle at the inside joke.

You dropped your head, hiding your amused smile, knowing the two of you were more than likely to get along, if he had that sense of humor. “Fair.” You nodded, lifting your head. “More than fair. Well, we can leave whenever you like.”

Sy turned over his wrist to glance at his watch. “We can go now, if you like.” He replied, twisting to a chair that was behind him and picking up a black, denim Sherpa coat off the back. “I'll see you boys later. Have a good Thanksgiving.” He bid the men, patting a couple on the shoulder, before following you out of the building.

“You can follow me to my place or we can ride together.” You told Sy, standing on the sidewalk with him, chewing on your lip.

“I can follow.” Sy answered, smiling down at you. “My truck's just over there.” He said, motioning over to the big, 2021 Dodge Ram, parked a short distance away.

“Okay. I'm just right there.” You informed him, pointing out your little KIA Niro.

“On your lead then, Major.” Sy quipped, winking at you, before heading off towards his truck.

“Christ,” You huffed, watching after him for a moment, your hand moving up to a necklace around your neck. “He reminds me so much of you, Phelan.” You sighed, then made for your vehicle.

Pulling out of the parking space, your phone started to ring, so you connected the car's Bluetooth. “Mother.” You answered, glancing in your rear-view, to make sure Sy was behind you, before you started out of the parking lot and into the street.

“How much longer are you going to be?” Your mother snapped through the car's speakers.

“I'm just leaving now, mom.” You sighed, pressing your lips together. “I had to find my friend and now we're heading there now. We should be there in about ten or so minutes.”

“Why is he spending Thanksgiving with us? Doesn't he have his own family?” She demanded, clearly pacing the house.

“I'm sure he has a family, mother. But I invited him over to ours and he accepted. So, please, be nice to him. He's a very polite and outstanding person, who doesn't need to be pestered and guilt tripped, or reminded his mother is lucky, that her son is still alive and not in the military and so on.” You hoped to warn and deter her from her usual interaction with the males she came into contact with. “Let's just have a nice dinner, for once.”

“How can we, when your brother isn't here.” She growled, then the line went dead.

“At least, I'm here.” You sighed, deflated by her words. “I should really warn Sy before we get into the house.” You thought, then pushed that unpleasantness aside.

Sy managed to keep behind your car, drumming his thumbs on the steering wheel. He felt a little nervous about going to a random, pretty young lady's home to have Thanksgiving dinner with her mother. However, he didn't have any other plans for the holiday under his belt, other than staying on the ranch he'd started up on his return home with Aika.

“Idle hands are the devil's workshop.” He commented aloud, following you off the on-ramp.

It would have just been him and his pup, working the horses all day, before making another ten minute meal and sitting in front of his laptop, since he still hadn't gotten around to buying himself a proper tv for the living room. So, he let one of his buddies nag him into signing up for the event. Sy wasn't at all disappointed either.

You were more than easy on his eyes.

Finally making it outside your place, you got out and met Sy in your driveway, shifting glances between him and the front door.

“Are you all right?” Sy asked, squinting down at you.

“Okay, look.” You blurted out, not looking back at him. “My mom is super touchy about the military.” You started to explain to Sy, giving him an embarrassed glance.

“Why?” He frowned, confused.

Your shoulders slumped slightly and a tired expression washed over your face. “My brother died in Afghanistan six years ago. My mom has taken that to her heart and soul. So anything military tends to set her off.”

“Then, should I even be here?” Sy asked, concerned about causing your mother any distress.

“It's my house and you're my guest.” You told him, bluntly. “I want you here for dinner. It'll be nice to have someone over that might actually engage with me.” You said, heading up the footpath towards the front door. “And not remind me that I'm not my dead, older brother.” You added under your breath, but Sy's sharp ear heard you all the same.

“Mom!” You called out, toeing off your shoes as you stood in the entry with Sy. “We're here.”

“Took long enough.” Her voice echoed back somewhere in the house.

You looked up at Sy. “I'm so sorry.” You mouthed, shaking your head.

“It's all right.” He smiled, his hand touching the back of your arm.

“Do you want something to drink?” You asked, showing him into the kitchen and pulling open the fridge. “Got wine, a couple bottles.” You twisted your upper half to peek at an upper shelf. “Looks like she's left my Ardbeg whiskey alone.”

“I wouldn't mind a little whiskey.”

Nodding, you shut the fridge and got down two glasses with the whiskey bottle. “Straight or on the rocks?”

“What are you having?” Sy asked, leaning back against your sink, a twinkle of mischievous curiosity in his eyes.

“The rocks.” You answered, a playful smirk tugging on your lips.

Sy drew a breath in through his nose, pressing his lips together as he nodded. “Impressed.”

“Thank you.” You chuckled, grabbing a couple ice cubes from the freezer and dropped them into your glasses, then poured you and Sy a generous amount of amber liquid. “Here you go.”

“Thank you, ma'am.” Sy tipped his head, taking the glass from you and took a sip. “Damn, that's smooth.”

“Mmm, for a twenty year old bottle, it should be.” You snorted, taking a gulp of yours.

“Twenty years.” Sy choked slightly. “Damn, almost as long as I was in--” He caught himself, eyes shooting to the two kitchen entrances. “Well, you know.”

“Yeah.” You nodded, a little stiff, praying your mother was lurking nearby, and polished off your drink, before moving over to the oven, revealing a nice sized turkey, just starting to turn a golden brown, filling the kitchen with a mouth-watering scent. “I started this about an hour and a half ago, so it should have about another hour or so to go. While it does that, I can show you around.”

“And, if you're as much of a Texan as I think you are, I'll pop the football game on.”

“You don't have to put the game on.” Sy laughed, feeling called out. “We can watch whatever you and your mother want. I'd hate to impose.”

“Captain Austin Syverson, you're not imposing.” You informed him, putting your foot down.

Sy's eyes widened and he gave you a half smirk. “I do love a woman that takes charge. Yes, ma'am, if you say so.”

“Besides, I'd love to see the Chiefs kick the Cowboys ass.” You added, teasingly.

“Oh, you're a traitor to your home state!” Sy gasped, horror on his face.

“Texas isn't my home state.” You giggled at him, then tisked. “Kansas isn't either, to be far.” You snorted, amused by the banter. “But I like Mahomes.”

“What's wrong with Dak Prescott?”

“Nothing! He's a great QB. I'm just a Chiefs girl.”

“I may have to call this Thanksgiving off.” Sy said, draining his whiskey glass and set it on the counter behind him and pushed off the edge. “To eat at the same table as a Chiefs girl, may just be too much for this ol' Texas boy.”

You were worried for a moment that Sy was genuine, and felt terrible for bringing it up, until you finally noticed the look in his eye and relaxed. He had a dry humor and pulled it out on you, catching you good.

“Shoot, you had me there.” You chuckled, breathy.

He winked at you, amusing you more with his cute double blink.

“Well,” You sighed, looking at the kitchen. “This is the kitchen.”

“A very nice kitchen.” Sy echoed, nodding and rubbing a hand over the counter top. “Nice and clean.”

“Thank you, I do my best.” You replied, bowing your head. “Out that way is the dining room, where we'll be having dinner.” You said, motioning to your right, and Sy peeked in, finding a long, glass table already set for three people with nice little autumn decorations as a centerpiece. “Over here, is the living room, where we'll probably be starting our football rivalry.”

You showed him into the living room, just as your mother came downstairs, in nothing but a pair of loose shorts, a tank top and an open bathrobe, a half glass of white wine clutched in her hand. You felt a cold shard of embarrassment go down your back. You had hoped, when you told her you were going to get Sy, she would have dressed into something—anything.

“Mom, this is Sy.” You told her, keeping your voice even. “Sy, this is my mother, Dana.” You introduced them, chewing the inside of your lip to bits.

“Pleasure to meet you, ma'am.” Sy greeted her politely, nodding his head kindly, like nothing was out of place.

She looked Sy over, taking a gulp of her wine. “How do you and my daughter know each other?” She inquired, lifting a brow at him.

You stiffened, you hadn't considered fielding that question from her while Sy was over.

“Work.” Sy said, casually.

“So, she's your accountant?” Dana pressed and showed no sign of easing off.

“I am.” You chimed in, hoping to get her to drop the subject and leave Sy alone.

“That she is.” Sy confirmed, backing you up. “Helps me out with my ranch.” He told Dana, tapping that belt buckle at his waist, bearing the Hook Hill Ranch logo on it.

“Hmm.” Your mother grunted, not sounding convinced. “Why aren't you spending Thanksgiving with your family?” She asked, giving Sy a hard look.

“Mom!” You snapped, horrified.

“It's all right.” He assured you, giving you a soft smile. “I'm an only child. I've never known my father and my mother ran off, when I was ten years old, leaving me to be raised by uncle, her brother. He had a heart attack three years ago, while milkin' his cows. So, it's just me and my dog, Aika, nowadays. Your daughter was kind enough to ask me over to your Thanksgiving dinner, and I accepted.”

“Satisfied?” You asked, annoyed your mother caused Sy to divulge such personal information.

Rolling her eyes, your mother turned in a flare of her bathrobe and headed back upstairs.

“Turkey will be done in an hour!” You called after her, with no reply. “I'm so sorry.” You said, turning back to Sy.

“It's okay.” He said softly, more concerned for you. “Is there anything I can do to help you finish up with dinner?”

“Um,” You tapped your foot. “No, I don't think so. Besides, you're my guest. You should relax.” You told him, waving over to the couch. “I can handle everything.” You assured him, rounding the arm of the couch to swipe the remote of the coffee table and turned the tv on, quickly finding the football game. “Ooh, Cowboys are beating the Chiefs by two points!” You hissed, casting a glance over your shoulder at Sy.

Sy moved to join you, holding your gaze. “I bet you a round of drinks, at a later time, that the Cowboys beat your Chiefs.”

“Are you asking me out on a date, Syverson?” You asked, surprised.

“I am.” He admitted, unashamed.

“Then, you're on.” You grinned, giving him a cocky look. “But, if the Chiefs win, I want to see your ranch.”

“Bold.” Sy smirked, a chuckle rumbling in his chest. “I'll even cook for you.”

“Sold.” You agreed, extending your hand out to him.

He shook your hand, then sat down on the couch, getting comfortable to watch the game, while you returned to the kitchen. Pausing for a moment, you refilled his whiskey glass and took it out to him, giving him a soft smile as you set the cool glass down on a coaster and went back to prepping dinner. Sy watched you over the back of the couch, moving and bumping about, taking a deep breath and taking all the lovely smells of your hard work wafting towards him and making his belly rumble.

Lord have mercy, she's gorgeous.

“You sweet on my daughter?” Dana's voice came up behind him.

Sy's head swung around to look back at her, seeing she'd finally gotten dressed, now wearing a pair of black leggings and a loose, cream colored jumper, but no shoes or socks. “I just might be.” He answered, meeting her gaze head on. “She's a sweet, generous young lady.”

“Young lady, how old are you?” Dana huffed, dropping down into a recliner at the end of the couch.

“I'm thirty-eight.” Sy replied, with an odd amusement.

Dana looked Sy over, her gray eyes scrutinizing. “At least you're both in your thirties.” She huffed, curling her legs underneath her and glared at the tv.

What a curious woman. Sy blinked, shaking his head at her.

The two of them sat quietly, not speaking or interacting with each other any further. Which didn't bother either Sy or Dana. You peeked in at them from time to time, scurrying out to fill Sy's glass, whenever you noticed it was empty and always asking if he needed or wanted something, before vanishing back into the kitchen or dining room.

You wanted the dinner to be as great as possible for Sy, and your mother.

“Dinner is ready, everyone!” You declared, coming into the living room, glancing at the football score, discovering the Chiefs had recovered since the last time you'd entered, now ahead by four points.

“Smells delicious.” Sy complimented you, as he and your mother came into the dining room, finding the set table.

The turkey was juicy and golden-brown, slices already carved and on a plate beside it, with sides of stuffing, mashed potatoes, rolls and cornbread muffins, yams with marshmallows, peas and asparagus, accompanied with pecan and pumpkin pie. There were two decanters of red and white wine, a bottle of Ardbeg, and a pitcher of iced tea.

“Thank you.” You grinned with shy pride, biting the inside of your lip. “Sit wherever you like and dig in.” You said, motioning to the chairs around the table, before slipping into one.

Sy joined you, winking at you, as he picked up a plate and started helping himself, piling his plate with meat, rolls, yams and cornbread. “Mmm, this is amazing.” He hummed, nodding his head and chewing his mouthful of turkey and mashed potatoes.

You were giddy that Sy was so in love with your cooking, glancing towards your mother, who was at the end of the table. But found she was sipping a glass of red and nibbling on a buttered roll, to your slight dismay. Pushing the feeling away, you fixed your plate and dug in, moaning at how tasty it was.

“So, your team was winning.” Sy commented, giving you a side brow as he continued to eat.

“Yeah, I noticed.” You smirked, feeling bubbly, as you poured yourself some wine. “Looks like we'll be spending some more time together.”

“That it does.” He nodded, feeling your mother's eyes on him. “I'll have to show you the new foal that was born last week.”

A flood of excitement filled you, you loved the thought of seeing a baby horse. “Oh! I bet they're just the cutest thing on the planet!” You gushed, eyes bright with love already. “What did you name it?”

“Oh, I haven't named the little rascal, yet.” Sy laughed, watching you just gush. “Maybe, you could help me come up with a name for her?” He suggested, looking at you over the rim of his whiskey glass.

“Hmm.” You hummed, falling into a meditative state as you brewed over a name for the baby horse.

“So,” Dana cleared her throat, eyes narrowed between you and Sy. “You're a Rancher?”

“Yes, ma'am.” Sy nodded, turning to regard her, nothing by polite respect in his expression.

“How long have you been one?” She questioned, swirling the wine in her glass.

“Ranchin' has been in my family for generations.” Sy replied, not letting her trip him up. “My many great-grandfather came over from Ireland, just after the American Revolution. Then, when the Civil War happened, my family fought and were granted land at the end, for their service. We've been doing it ever since.”

“So, your family fought for the South.” Dana said bluntly, causing you to choke on your food.

“Mother.” You rasped, eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

“No, ma'am.” Sy said coolly. “We fought for the North.” He told her, and left it at that.

“Are you satisfied?” You asked her slowly, eyes still wide and mouth agape.

“No.” She answered, getting up and leaving the room.

“I'm so sorry, Sy.” You stuttered, ashamed of your mother.

“It's all right, love.” He shook his head, wiping his hands on his napkin. “It's not your fault. It's not hers either, really.” He said softly. “She's mourning her son, and doing so takes the form in many ways. That's how your Ma is coping with your brother no longer being on this Earth.” He told you, resting back in his chair and fixing his blue eyes on you. “You're coping by going to support groups and trying to understand the kind people that he was, that he worked with, that he died surrounded by.”

You bit your lip, a lump of emotion strangling you and blurring your eyes; Sy was right. You wanted to be surrounded by those like your brother. It was like still having him there, in a way. You felt the strong, rough warmth of Sy's hand slip into yours, squeezing it and rubbing his thumb over your wrist as the two of you sat there, quiet and surrounded by your Thanksgiving feast.

“You know,” Sy spoke, breaking the silence. “I could actually use an accountant for my ranch.” He said, smirking over at you. “Plus, how about drinks at my place, while you figure out a new name for my foal? Who cares who wins the game.” He chuckled, arching a suggestive brow at you.

“Are you hinting at a sort of date, Syverson?” You asked, playfully thumb warred him.

“It's possible.” Sy laughed, letting you pin his thumb. “Maybe, I'll even cook you Christmas dinner.”

“Oh, I think I'd like that.” You told him, grinning, thankful you'd decided to host him for Thanksgiving.

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