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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 4 months

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Just What You Wanted

Pairing(s): onesided!Pietro Maximoff x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: pietro really misses his chance here, oocpietro? (first time writing him), reader being a big adult and moving on, pietro acting like a child, mentions of sexy time (readerxbucky), toxic!pietro, protective!bucky

Words: 4430

Summary: You decided to take your chance and ask Pietro out. There had to be more to his flirting right? Unfortunately he turns you down but you won't waste your time mourning what could have been. You move on and find a perfect partner in the Winter Soldier.

"Maybe I got the signals mixed up?" You lightheartedly muse to Wanda. Carefully, you push down on the button stopper of the wine box that was situated between the two of you.

Wanda shakes her head. "Don't even give it a second thought. He's my brother and I love him, but you can do WAY better than him." She couldn't fathom why Pietro would reject your proposition of a date. Wanda knew her twin brother liked you. Painfully obvious in the obnoxious manner both of you flirt.

Making a mental note to chew him out later, Wanda tilts the remainder of her own wine glass into her mouth. "He's been acting like a complete ass since we arrived in America. I think now that he has freedom, he's overdosing on it. What was the term Tony used?"

You choke on your wine, a snort burning your nose and throat. "Man-whore."

She nods. "Yes! That is it. He's become quite a man-whore!"

Near dying next to her, you're forced to put down your wine glass or you would ruin your bedspread. Once your hands were free, you use them to clutch your stomach as it aches from your laughter.

Really you weren't that upset about it. You thought you would give it a shot, maybe something was there. No big duh to you.

"Did he really say he didn't want to date you because you're coworkers?" Confusion still plagued Wanda as she slowly blinks her eyes. Trying to understand what her brother was thinking. They didn't have that type twin telepathy. That was mainly based on feelings. "That's complete bull."

"Honestly it's okay. Really." You tell Wanda trying to calm her down. "He's probably right. No harm done."

Wanda placates her own feelings with a smile at how unperturbed you were by the rejection. Pietro was a fool. His loss will be someone else's gain.

Not long after someone else did stumble upon you.

Never before had you worked with the Winter Soldier. You'd seen him around Avenger's HQ and spotted him in the common areas, but you wouldn't say you were close to Bucky Barnes. Only a handful of friendly words had ever been shared between you.

The assignment that paired you together with him would ultimately turn out to be a blessing in disguise. A simple mission that you confidently thought you could finish in no time. The run of the mill shadow organization that possessed weapons of mass destruction and infiltrating said organization. You and Bucky were picked for this based on your success record and skill set. You found it a compliment as you heard nothing but great things about Bucky. He was a fine soldier and outstanding friend to Steve Rogers.

Fury told you the timeline looked to be a month before this organization known as 'Specter' planned to launch its weapon. A major problem was that their base was hidden so both you and Bucky would have to go deep undercover.

You shared an close space with Bucky and found him pleasurable to be around. He was easy on the eyes too. His smile makes every inch of you flutter delightfully. Similar to how flirting with Pietro made you feel.

Patience was required when gathering intel. An operation like this couldn't be rushed. That meant learning more about Bucky. He even manages to pry some stories from your childhood out of you. Things you hadn't remembered in a long time.

When passing binoculars, fingers linger against one another. Excuses of offering warmth just so that you could press yourself against him. His jacket might as well have belonged to you now due to how often you were wearing it now.

"It looks better on you anyway." Bucky would tell you. A heaviness in his gaze puts all of your functions at a halt.

You started noticing how kissable his lips looked. Or the fine veins that run along his hands. Beautiful as they held a gun. Between your legs start to ache for him when you watch Bucky strangling a man for information. You never found violence. . . attractive until you worked with Bucky. It was just a means to get by. A requirement for the world you lived in.

Throughout the mission, you manage to keep things professional. Even though the burning gazes exchanged were still frequent. You had to focus your efforts on completing your assignment. Bucky respects that type of work ethic.

Identifying the main figures within Specter was easy once missing pieces were filled with the information you received along the way. One would be spared for questioning, the other two were quickly disposed of.

When your prisoner was handed over to the government which held dominion, you and Bucky head back to the room you'd been using to hide out in.

You were excited to go home and tell Wanda all about it. You're giddy, imagining her scandalized reaction that you loved. Her eyes would get so big, hands clutching onto your arm begging for more details.

A knock at the door puts a pause in your packing as you go to check the peephole. You open it once you verify it's just Bucky. "You all done packing? Sorry, I'll just be five more minutes."

He closes the door behind him. "It's not that."

The depth of his voice has you shivering, turning back to him with your full attention. He's cleaned off the dirt from his face and changed his clothes. Appeared Bucky even brushed his dark hair. Disheveled Bucky was sexy but cleaned up Bucky was a god damn smoke show. Your bones become trembling jelly as he stalks up to you.

"I believe, we have some personal business to take care of." The corner of his lips twitch up in a predatory manner to show off his sharp cuspids.

"By all means," You breathe out and internally cheer when it doesn't come out as a squeak "lets commence the business Mr. Barnes."

The delay of your return to headquarters did raise brows.

Especially Pietro's.

You took Wanda by the arm and she knew you had a story to tell. Using her magic-like ability, she conjures a bottle of wine accompanied by two glasses.

Two schoolgirls giggling and kicking their legs as they talk about one's crush.

"And he told me-" your cheeks hurt from your smile "that he wants to take me out on a proper date."

Wanda swoons backwards as she falls against your bed. She says something in her native Sokovian before switching to English "I told you that you could do much better than Pietro."

From then on it was a common occurrence to find you and Bucky together. You visit one another's room frequently day and night. Time spent not on assignment, Bucky would take you out on both fun and romantic dates. He wooed you like no other man had before. A goddamn gentleman who ate and slurped your pussy in a way that sucked the soul right out of you.

There were men before Bucky but sweet mercy they couldn't compare to the beast that was Bucky once he got your legs perched atop his shoulders. You would never had taken him for a sloppy eater, not by the way he used his fork and knife when he took you out to fancy restaurants. When he slides in his cold metal fingers, your back spikes up in a arch off the bed.

However, not everyone in the Avenger's Headquarters was happy for you and Bucky.

When Pietro first walked into the communal kitchen to find Bucky's hand up your shirt, he nearly suffered from an aneurysm on the spot. Thankfully his feet reacted faster than his brain and took off in the opposite direction before either of you noticed his presence. He'd heard the office gossip that you and Bucky were an item now. Pietro arrogantly thought that your relationship with the winter soldier was a fling or some fucked up way for get back at him for turning you down.

Hitting the two month mark had Pietro sweating. Your relationship with Bucky was thriving. The sting of betrayal sears his insides. When he voices his woes to his twin, Wanda held no comforting words for him.

"Oh well. They love each other now. So you have to move on." Uncaringly, her attention goes back to her phone. "You had your chance, Pietro."

He shoots his sister a glare. "Have some empathy."

That makes her laugh but at least Wanda puts her phone down and turns back to Pietro. "Empathy? Refresh my memory, what was the real reason why you didn't date her?" He'd told you it was because you were coworkers. Claimed he didn't want things to be weird around HQ. Conveniently forgetting that Wanda and Vision were in a happy relationship. But she knew the disgusting truth.

His eyes turn pleading, round and lined with those pretty lashes he flaunted. "Wanda-"

"No, I want to hear you say it again and really help me try to understand." Her arms cross in front of her.

Pietro takes his bottom lip between his teeth to give it a worrying chew. "I. . . I wasn't ready to be in a monogamous relationship- Hey, I'm being serious." He adds the last part after he hears Wanda snort. "We spent all of our adolescence and young adult lives under HYDRA control. It's only been two years since we were liberated. I want to live a little bit more before settling down."

"And look what that has cost you."

"I didn't think-"

"No, you didn't." Wanda's exasperated. "That's not a good excuse. Bucky is in the same boat as us and just because he missed out on having a life he didn't let that stop him from making things official with her."

In short, Pietro simply had no choice but to deal with it. And his way of dealing with it was bringing home his current ladies in the hopes of catching your attention. If you see him with another woman, maybe your jealous would remind you of your feelings for him. That tactic didn't work and only gained him disapproving looks from his twin. He stopped when it was clear your heart eyes weren't straying from Bucky.

Evident that he wasn't going to win you back, Pietro's disbelief curdled to jealousy.

Words weren't enough to bring him to his senses; none in English or Sokovian reached his ears. Exhausted from trying to speak reason to him, Wanda stops all together. Perhaps her brother needed to fall on his ass to wake up.

You weren't blind to Pietro's spike in hostile conduct. Lately there were a few close calls between Bucky and Pietro. Bucky refused to stand for Quicksilver's attitude. Fists weren't raised- not yet. But if looks could kill, both would be incinerated.

Unable to ignore Pietro at Headquarters, you and Bucky take the plunge and buy an apartment together and move out of the superhero facility all together. The apartment complex was still relatively close to headquarters; mainly housing other staff that worked out of there.

Just because you removed yourselves, you were still Avengers and required to attend functions for different movie fundraisers or anything else that had you in hair and make-up for two hours. It paid off to watch Bucky's mouth near drop at the sight of you. This once-assassin who has blood on his hands truly did something to you when he wore a sharp suit. Seams that are streamline and highlight his broad shoulders. Even his waist was deliciously framed. You wanted to hop on him and wrap your legs around that sinfully sexy waist.

Alas, neither you or Bucky could just continue to stand there drooling over the other.

"Wipe your chin, Barnes." Natasha teases as she passes by. To you she shoots a lively smile. "Come on you two. Free booze and food await us."

Pietro had already found the said free booze; ignoring the free food part. He was obligated to attend the gala, agreed to it months ago. If he backed out now, everyone else would have his ass over the fire.

Though he felt like maybe it would have been better had he just said fuck it and stayed home. Especially when you and Bucky walk in looking like the perfect couple. Cameras went off yet people kept a respectful distance from the two of you. You basically had your own guard dog in the form of the Winter Soldier. He towers over you in a way that told others to back off; a protective hand holding onto your's. Both of you are quite the sight standing next to Wanda and Vision. Wanda happily hugs you, her words lost to the loud background music.

He can't take his eyes off of you.

Alcohol warming his system, Pietro downed glass after glass. There was a momentary warmth he felt inside of him before he caught sight of you again.

Hating seeing the two of you together, Pietro spirals in his own head. Plenty of pretty girls around him, all he could focus on was you and the fact that you were hanging off the arm of a murderer. Everyone seemed to have so quickly forgotten that this man killed Howard and Maria Stark.

The moment you unlatched yourself from Bucky's side to go to the bar, Pietro descent upon you.

Your heightened senses barely register the high velocity sound that you associated with Quicksilver. Half a step back was all you were able to make before you heard his husky voice "You find killers sexy?"

His question rakes claw marks against your mind. "What?"

A mocking laugh puffs out of him and he rolls his eyes over in Bucky's direction. "The Winter Soldier. You like the fact that he's murdered innocent people?"

On edge, you notice in your periphery how people were starting to turn to look your way. The volume of Pietro's voice was gradually starting to rise and draw onlookers.

Flushing and attempting to retain your composure, you keep your shoulders back confidently. “Looks like you’ve had too much to drink.” Your eyes search the crowd for Wanda so that she could take him home before he said or did anything he’d regret later. You couldn’t see her or her floating man among the many bobbing heads. Even unable to find Bucky despite his stature.

“Deflecting the question, I see.” Pietro smugly smirks at you; a sway in the step that he took forward. “Shall I raise my voice so you can hear better?”

You narrow your eyes into deadly slits as you squint at him. He was clearly not in his right mind. “What do you want, Pietro?” What was this sudden change in him about? The moment your relationship became public knowledge, Pietro had been pissy ever since. He was the one who rejected you. The one who told you that you shouldn't date because you're coworkers. He had no right to be jealous.

Bucky suggested a few weeks ago that Pietro may still be interested in you. Proposed that his peaked interest must have been from seeing you and Bucky together. At the time you laughed it off. A corner of your mind was screaming at you to listen to him.

Not appreciating how closely he leaned into you, Pietro snarls "That guy has taken numerous, innocent lives. How could you fuck someone with that kind of blood on their hands?" Now you were sure more and more people were pulling out their phones and recording to send to whatever social media platform.

Heat rises off of your cheeks as they blare like alarms. You felt your body tremble not because you were afraid, no, you tremble under the weight of your own fury. Your powers rattled the bars of the cage you kept it in. Clenching down hard against your back teeth with the effort to keep them at bay.

"You know why he did those terrible things. It wasn't him." Growling softly you try desperately to keep a semblance of a calm tone. You were never the type to show your anger. The public might turn against you if they see you break from Pietro's cruel words. Even the bits you were letting slip was enough for your audience to know you were beyond furious. "He was under HYDRA mind control. You of all people should understand the ways HYDRA implements their tools of pain." It wasn't working.

You needed Bucky before you really snapped your last strand of patience.

At least Pietro had enough sense to take a step away from you. In his drunken stupor, he hadn't noticed the crowd. Dozens of people holding up their smartphones, a few reporters who were allowed in were snapping bright pictures. That's when he saw Bucky and Wanda toward him.

Wanda uses her power to wrap him up in scarlet bindings and drag him to where she stood at the cusp of the crowd. She spits something out in Sokovian toward him, motioning for Bucky to go to your side and get you out of there. He looked more ready to rip Pietro apart but valued your wellbeing over all else and easily strode to you.

He slings a protective arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side in an attempt to keep you out of the sight of cameras.

Those involved were taken back to Avengers HQ so the situation could be straightened out. That is, after Fury was done yelling at everyone for how they acted at what was supposed to be an extravagant gala. Admonished how you and Pietro were acting like dramatic high schoolers with your stunt and how this would definitely tarnish the reputation of earth's mightiest heroes. Pietro was still as drunk as a skunk, hissing at everyone who tried to get near him. Only being held back by Wanda who was still yelling at him in Sokovian. As everyone argued back and forth, only you and Bucky remained quiet.

A small upside could be found. Though it was quite the public altercation, popularity for you and Bucky as a couple sky rocketed. Within the hours of it happening, many social media websites exploded with praise at how you defended your man.

That news wasn't enough to make anyone happy at the moment.

Seeing that nothing would be resolved with such bickering, Bucky clears his throat to draw everyone's attention to him. "May I get a word with Pietro alone?"

Fury doesn't look like he wants to allow it. He was assured though that if anything were to happen, Bucky would be able to stand on his own and fend off an angry Pietro. His single dark eye roves around the room before conceding to Bucky's request.

Motive unclear, you arch a brow in his direction. He just offers you a smile and leans toward you to say "It'll be alright. Jus' wanna talk to him."

"I've seen you 'just talk' to people before." You remind him trying to keep your voice stern. "Don't make things worse. Okay?"

"Yes ma'am." That smirk of his will be the death of you, you just know it. There's a silent exchange between you and Wanda who finally relinquishes her scarlet restraints on her twin brother. Pietro staggers without the additional support that held him up.

"Fifteen minutes. Cameras are rolling." Fury warns as he escorts the others out.

Comfortably strolling forward, Bucky pulls out one of the conference chairs that had been entirely ignored. "Take a seat, Maximoff." Immediately there's a snarl curling Pietro's lips until Bucky rolls his eyes. "Or stand. Doesn't matter I guess. Just, listen to me for a moment."

Inebriated individuals don't understand reason, too caught up in their own tilted perception. He wants to do anything else but listen to Bucky prattle on about how he needs to back off of you. That you belonged to him now and how he wouldn't tolerate Pietro's pursuit of you.

Luck appeared to be on Bucky's side for the alcohol was wearing off of Pietro as he started to lose his steam and reluctantly slink down into the chair opposite Bucky's. His dark eyes hold steady onto the metal armed man. Remembering all too clear the stories that HYDRA would tell him and Wanda about the best operative they've ever had: the Winter Soldier. Would this legend of a man be able to hold off Pietro's speed attacks if he were to try?

Honestly he was tired of being angry. Emotions both positive and negative were siphoned out of him until there was nothing left.

Bucky could see that.

"Whatever we say here, stays here." Bucky speaks again, each word cruelly clipped. They strike Pietro like small arrows. Nothing could prepare him for the dead eyed glare that now pinned him to his chair. "Your behavior stops here. I've been more than patient. Held my tongue and my fist when I wanted to knock some sense into you. I didn't, for her sake since she didn't want to cause any trouble among the team. But you're spoiled brat act can't be tolerated anymore. You embarrassed all of us at the gala and made the Avengers look like fools."

His metal hand curls its fingers inwards toward his palm before releasing; an attempt to calm himself before his tone became too heated.

Pietro waits for any sign of movement for Bucky as the larger man deeply inhales. Finally, Bucky's eyes flick back up to him. "I get it."

With a heavy tongue, Pietro croaks out "Get what?"

"I know why and what has fueled your actions. Underneath it all you may have possibly loved her. You're upset that you lost your chance with her. It sucks, it has to to lose someone as amazing as her. I couldn't imagine. . ."

There's a flicker of anger at how the Winter Soldier spoke to him. Reminded Pietro of when his father would scold him as a child.

Bucky's voice soften when he detects the subtle twitch of Pietro's nose. He promised you that he wouldn't escalate things. "I'm sorry. I feel for you. But. . . I'm not going to be stupid enough to let her go. As long as she'll have me, she's mine."

He wanted to ignore the sincerity that warmed Bucky's words. Wanted to keep what little resentment remained inside.

Abruptly, Bucky stands from his chair; bottom of the legs scraping against the floor and startling Pietro in the process. In half a second, Pietro is up on his feet, taking a defensive position. Though his movements were sloppy as his perception was still muddled from his quickly consumed drinks.

Whatever camaraderie had been built between them in those short minutes of Bucky talking was gone. Back were those assassin sharp eyes. "If you upset her one more time, it won't be me you'll have to deal with. It will be the Winter Soldier coming after you. And I can guarantee not even your speed will be able to stop that monster."

"I told you."

He didn't want to hear it from Wanda right now. Damn her for always being right. Right now he just wanted to forget how he made such an ass of himself in front of so many people. When he wasn't trying to fend off his massive hangover migraine he was scrolling through social media, coming upon videos of how he spat in your face saying all sorts of cruel and vindictive things to you. So many mean comments slandering Quicksilver and adoring the hero couple.

In an attempt to drown out Wanda, Pietro grabs his pillow and lays it over his head.

That wouldn't stop her as she was on the war path. He'd hurt her best friend.

Red tendrils of her power rip his pillow off of his head. Pietro hisses in response and whips his head to narrow his eyes in her direction. "You're going to apologize to her. Because if you don't and pull this kind of shit again, Bucky is going to kill you and I won't be able to stop him. You're an idiot for not realizing how protective he is of her." She mumbles something about how lucky he was that Bucky hadn't smashed his face in the conference room during their private chat.

Quiet for a moment, Pietro sits up and leans his back against the bed's headboard. "I know. . . I know I've fucked everything up. I just. . ."

Wanda still has her arms crossed in front of her chest, posture vibrating with the need to throttle her twin. The frostiness in her expression slackens though at Pietro finally admitting that he was in the wrong. Not like she got satisfaction out of it. It pained her watching her brother act like a total dick head toward her best friend. It wasn't long ago that she thought you and Pietro would make a nice couple.

He sighs and runs a hand through his ash blonde hair, repeating "I've fucked everything up."

"At least you're owning up to it." quietly points out Wanda.

Time was necessary for all wounds to heal. That applied toward the ones Pietro had caused. He gave you space for two days before he came up to you to ask for a private word; promising he'd behave and that he just wanted to apologize for everything. Even told you about what Bucky had said to him.

You knew he told the truth because his face was the definition of genuine remorse and repentance.

For most of his speech he looked at his hands, but when he dared to glance up at you Pietro would hold your gaze. His earnestness brimming in his blue eyes. For so long they had been darkened by his discontent. Now they remind you of the pretty bright hue they used to be.

After a moment of silence, Pietro hesitantly asks "Are you happy with him? Truly?"

"I am. I've never been this happy in my entire life. He makes me happy." A bright smile flourishes on your face. "I love him."

Pietro nods.

"Hey, even if things didn't work out romantically with us doesn't mean I don't want to be friends with you. I do. We had fun as friends." You bump him with your elbow.

A wisp of a smile beckons at his lips but couldn't quite get all the way there. "I'd like that. Eventually. . ."

"Eventually." You repeat in agreement.

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monstertsunami · 7 months

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im so glad to see youre Also handling the finale well!!!!!!!!!!! <- coping

YEAH WE R SO FUCKED . IM FUCKED IN THEHEAD

ok official thoughts under cut- spoilers, obviously

im not a big fan of shitting on shows like oh it woudlve been better if it was Like This Instead like. thats kind of dick behavior to me so prefacing with i DID like the finale it was good :3 i liked how most of it was executed ! and overall it was satisfying ! its really uncool to approach a story with hate in your heart and not even give it a chance. HOWEVER. i have devoted the past 2 weeks of my life to going fucking BONKERS about simon/(gol)betty so i do unfortunately have opinions on how they handled thaaat. like . i literally made a post abt this yesterday- moving on just isnt a good solution to their arc !!!!!!!!!!!!!! i get where it comes from and the message its trying to get across but its just . why ! whats with this therapy-ization of modern characters ! Every Slightly Unhealthy Couple MUST Break Up And Theres No Such Thing As Improving Relationships And Talking About Problems Or Rebuilding Together. AFTER EVERYTHING SHE DOES FOR HIM, JUST WHEN THEYRE BOTH FINALLY SANE AND TOGETHER AGAIN AFTER CENTURIES SHE JUST . GIVES UP . SIMON HAS MATURED, AND IS CLEARLY IN A PLACE TO LISTEN TO HER AND REMEDY HIS MISTAKES. BECAUSE HE ACKNOWLEDGES THE ISSUES ! THAT THEY HAD ! HE LITERALLY SEES THE PROBLEM AND IS LIKE OH MAN THAT WAS REALLY FUCKED UP OF ME . BUT THE SHOW DOESNT EVEN GIVE THEM A *CHANCE* TO TRY AND MAKE IT WORK AGAIN . I FULLY BELIEVE THAT THEY DID LOVE EACH OTHER! A LOT! SIMON JUST WASNT PERCEPTIVE THAT SHE WAS DOING SO MUCH FOR HIM AND IT LEAD TO BOTH THEIR DOWNFALLS- THAT IS LITERALLY FIXABLE. im just saying it wouldve taken one conversation MAX to fix this issue, AND GOLBETTY WAS CLEARLY READY TO TALK TO HIM?? LIKE HE ALREADY LEARNED HIS LESSON TOO . SO WHY . AUGH. "THE GOLBETTY BUS IS ABOUT HOW SHES MOVING ON TO A PLACE HE CANT FOLLOW" BITCH SHE IS A GOD OF CHAOS WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE MOVING ON TOO. LIKE HE IS LITERALLY ALL SHE HAS CONNECTING HER TO REALITY. SHES GONNA GO TO CHAOS GOD THERAPY? BITCH? IM NOT SAYING LIKE "IN A REGULAR RELATIONSHIP YOU *CAN* FIX HIM DONT GIVE UP KEEP SACRIFICING GIRL!" BUT NOT ONLY IS THIS IS VERY DIFFERENT BUT SHES NOT SACRIFICING ANYTHING ANY MORE . HES JUST FINALLY READY TO LISTEN. AND *THATS* WHEN SHE LEAVES. FUCK. OFF. AUGH. so overall umm i really liked all the golbetty scenes and . i thought they were really cool episodes :) i liked how a the rest of it was handled actually! and i will be wiping the conclusion of their arc from my mind :3

i will be posting gifsets/hq screencaps of my sexy big nonverbal wife on my sideblog @huge-wife later so keep . an eye out for that!!

#boss makes a dollar i make a dime thats why i answer asks on company time #like i know she couldnt actually TELL him things bc shes fucking golb #but he understood . he apologized . theres literally no reason for this to have happened after that #i just feel like it wouldve been a way better concusion to their arc if he just apologized and said hed do better #and then they pine for each other from across the universe . maybe even visit on weekends #and thats just the HEALTHY ALTERNATIVE. that the showrunners CLEARLY WOULD PREFER. TO THE OTHER TOXIC THEMATIC TRAGIC ALTERNATIVES.#petrigrof authors please start writing canon divergent stuff its the only way i can cope PLEASEE #fionna and cake #fionna and cake spoilers #f&c spoilers #adventure time #simon petrikov #betty grof #golbetty #petrigrof #schizobabble #it fits. IT FITS VERY WELL. SORRY FOR BEING INSANE

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HD Sudsfest Week One

It’s the first sudsy Sunday of November and you know what that means—our first weekly round up of 2022! Here at Suds HQ we have been absolutely blown away by the fantastic creations submitted. So if you haven’t had the chance to dip your toe into this year’s offerings, now’s your moment to jump in, the water’s fine! 🧼

[FIC] Under Giant Mountains by @wolfpants { E | 33.7k }

Harry doesn't know where he's going. Everyone else has their life paths figured out; he doesn't even know where his map is. Who'd have thought Draco Malfoy bathing in a Norwegian forest would be the guidepost Harry needed? In which Harry's trip to Norway to visit dragon-wrangler Ron introduces him to hikes from hell, mysterious natural magic, foraging, magical bathing, a new and bizarre friendship, and the frustrating, heady allure of his former nemesis turned sexy globetrotting field researcher.

❤️ "this is so evocatively written; both the claustrophobia of grimmauld and the expanse of Norway, what amazing contrasts. I want to read this slowly to appreciate the gorgeous details!!! But I know I shall fail!!!" —citrusses

❤️ "God, I can’t even say how much I enjoyed following Harry’s journey throughout this. It was beautiful to see him finding his way, with help and on his own." —virgosun

[ART] Not Again by @caroll-in { M | Digital Comic }

Not allowed a wand and being on house arrest in Malfoy Manor which magic is acting up and won't provide any tap water is a challenge but Draco makes it work. He takes advantage of the summer weather and resorts to bathing in the small stream running through the estate. Everything would be peachy if only his parole Auror would stop timing his monthly probation visits while Draco is en déshabillé.

❤️ "I am WRIGGLING with joy. I love it! Draco's rosy little butt! And Harry's little peekaboo action! And their happy little faces in the last panel! And the scenery is gorgeous." —acari

❤️ "AHHHHHHH!!! OMG OMG OMG!! This is perfect 😭😭😭 you always slay me. I love it so much. Thank you for creating and sharing and giving us something so amazing." —nv-md

[FIC] The Re-Fenestration of Potter by @cavendishbutterfly and @sorrybutblog { E | 7.5k }

Harry wants the Prophet reporters to stop following him and Draco wants Harry to stop climbing through his window at all hours of the night…even if he’s taken to leaving it open, just in case. Everything is bearable until they both get doused with Draco’s latest batch of Wolfsbane, and then suddenly nothing between the two of them is bearable at all.

❤️ "Omg! This is wonderful! So hot and tender and lovely! And the ending. I was squealing in glee for them!" —melrilielen

❤️ "Wolfy Draco is my favourite Draco. Fun, fun, fun, and a perfect pick me up on a gloomy November evening ❤️" —oriberry

[FIC] After sunlit days, one thing stays the same by flightinflame { T | 2k }

Harry wakes up sore after a full moon. Luckily, Draco is beside him, and knows how to handle it.

❤️ "This was so so so incredibly lovely, you managed to fit into a short scene of intimacy so many unspoken words and feelings, I almost felt like I wasn’t supposed to have this glimpse into their lives because it was so private, so sweet. Great job 💜💜💜" —artcele

❤️ "This was absolutely amazing…it really feels like love - REAL love. And that can be tough to manage, especially in a fantasy setting." —coffee-scribbles

[ART] Rubber Drakey by @crazybutgood { T | Origami Comic }

Harry just wanted to indulge Teddy with a bath toy in the tub. Instead, his evening turns out to be filled with lots of bubbles, a frantic phone call, and an angry duck in a bucket.

❤️ "I adore rubber duck!draco with my whole beating heart. I want to squish him (gently) so much asdghjkl. Hope Harry at least got a few “accidental” squeezes in the process😂 Your origami art comic concept blew my mind btw, you have such a creative soul." —vivantesopales

❤️ "This is so gorgeous!!! Cbg your art is so amazing! I love all of this so much! And it's such a cute story hahahaha ducky draco!!!!! 💜 thanks so much for sharing this wonderful art with us! Love your origami so much. 😍" —teacup-tai

[FIC] The Art of the Bath by brit_girl /@drarrysworlds { M | 23k }

As Draco’s housemate, Harry thought him falling asleep in the bath just once after a long shift at St Mungo’s was once too many. Obviously, the best thing for Harry to do was to keep him company, even if it was at odd, post-Healer-shift hours. What could he say? He was nothing if not a good friend.

❤️ "I'm screaming. This was too perfect and too sweet and just exactly what I needed. This is EXACTLY how I see them, I couldn't have written them better myself. God, just all the feels happening here. If I could leave a million Kudos I would."—VictorieintheSmallThings

❤️ "so frickin sweet! and written absolutely beautifully 💛💛" —pansysimp

[FIC] Meet Me in the Daylight by @krethes { E | 6k }

The war has been over for more than twenty years, but despite becoming Head Healer at St Mungo's, the shadows of Draco's past remain in the memories of his contemporaries. A horrible confrontation at the hospital sends Draco right back into his old inner demons, but Harry is there to ward them away and remind Draco that he's not the boy he once was.

❤️ obsessed with your drarry and with you and this was amazing and you’re amazing. also apple tart having nothing on *this* tart? snorted out loud hahah —keysie

❤️ "I saw Krethes in my inbox, and I was excited, as usual. THEN I saw that it was DRARRY and I RAN here to read this absolute gem of a fic. Bravo bravo bravo SO enjoyable, thank you for sharing this with us!!! ♥️♥️♥️" —booktopus

[FIC] Baby, Kiss It Better by @fuckboyregulus { E | 8k }

Harry has been avoiding his team’s athletic healer for five years now, but a broken ankle requires him to ask for help from his former boarding school enemy, Draco. Has Draco changed? Have Harry’s feelings about him?

❤️"Harry radiating pain under Draco's spell hurts my heart. So stubborn. Love the idea of the bubble ice bath with added rubber ducky. It's too cute. I was all 👀👀👀 at the description of Harry's tattoos and piercings. Very nice! Welcome to the wonderful world of Drarry!" —acari

❤️"What a fantastic ending to a sizzling fic! I loved this! And congrats on your first Drarry! Welcome! Suds is a wonderful way to get an introduction. It's lovely to have you, and I hope you write more of them! Lovely job with this! <3" —lqtraintracks

[ART] 1000 Kisses Deep by @getawayfox { T | Digital Art }

Harry keeps visiting Draco’s soap shop, trying – and failing – to ask him out for dinner. A few fruitless weeks and unnecessary amounts of soap purchases later, Harry finally gets the courage to say the words. Of course, with his luck, something entirely else slips out. Fortunately, Draco doesn’t seem to mind.

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❤️ "I absolutely adore this!! 🥺🥰 I couldn’t have imagined it any better!! Thank you for creating this wonderful art!! 💕" —cluelesspigeons

[FIC] Phoenix in the Fire by @lqtraintracks { E | 28k }

Harry never expected to have a hot summer fling with Draco Malfoy when he agreed to mind the castle with him. He also never expected that it would all have to end on August thirty-first. What happens when casual sex with Harry’s ex-enemy turns not casual after all? And how the hell is he going to stop Draco from making one of the biggest mistakes of his life?

❤️ "I love everything about this fic! Long hair desi harry and tattoos draco are a couple of my favorite things in general. The story was hot, sweet, and heartbreaking, and then so happy. The conflicting emotions fro.Draco, the desperation, it was all so well written and I may have shed a few tears. Thank you for sharing!!" —sunflowergirl28

❤️ "This fic was sweet and fun and lovely and I love Draco’s tattoos. Also this Harry like 🔥🔥🔥 damn. Thank you thank you!!!" —embrichard

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choco-pudding · 1 year

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Space Channel 5 Part 2: Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book p. 084-089 (Translation by @lavoszero and myself. Edits and typesetting by myself)

Second part of Report 4.

Imgur link to all of the Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book translations we’ve done thus far.

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p. 84 Channel 5 HQ · Cheerleader Corridor A

Shooting

Ulala’s Hearts: 13 Detecting a lot of cheerleaders… This route's tough when it comes to rescuing everyone, especially if you don't have the tune well memorized. You'll need to drill the input timings into your head. Once the cheerleaders are rescued, there's a secret input right at the "Yeah!" as per usual… Looks like there are even more secret inputs awaiting you after that. Even more than the Rescue Police’s.

020 🠬 x x x 🠩 x x 021 🠮 x x 🠩 x x x

022 🠬 x 🠩 x 🠮 x x 023 🠮 x x 🠩 x 🠬 x

024 🠮 x 025 🠬 x 026 🠮 🠬 o 027 🠬 🠮 o

Rescue 083: Channel 5 Peon 055: Space Cheerleader 1: Hitomi 056: Space Cheerleader 2: Futaba

Sweet! 080

Up Toyota

p. 85

028 🠬 🠮 o 029 🠮 🠬 o 030 🠬~ o 031 🠮 o

032 🠬~ x x 033 🠮~ x x 034 🠩 🠩 o

Rescue 057: Space Cheerleader 3: Mimi 058: Space Cheerleader 4: Yoshiko 092: News Presenter (Male) 093: News Presenter (Female) 059: Space Cheerleader 5: Satsuki 060: Space Cheerleader 6: Moonie 054: Space Cheerleading Captain

Yeah! [8]

Sweet! 081

Toyota Toyota Toyota

p. 86

Go! [9] Go! [10] Go! [11] Go! [12] Space [13] Channel [14] 5 [15] Let's Dancing [16] Let's Shooting [17] Sexy [18] Ulala [19] Yeah! [20]

Sweet! 082

Toyota Toyota Toyota

p. 87

Second verse, same as the first, repeat for hidden inputs 21~32

Sweet! 083

Toyota Toyota Honda

p. 88 Channel 5 HQ · Cheerleader Corridor B

Finale!

Ulala’s Hearts: 1 No, the shutter's closing! Slide with me, baby, when I say!

Doooown!

Sweet! 084

Toyota Honda Honda

p. 89 President Peace on: Space Michael, Behind the Scenes

A youthful dynamic singer and dancer. A talented director of stage shows, movies, and other forms of entertainment. Space Michael is truly an inimitable superstar that's transcended the limits of ordinary people. I first saw his actual face three years ago, in 2496, at the Space Woodstock's backstage during the Space National Holiday. I noticed that Michael had a calming aura around him. He was very kind and hospitable to the all people that were invited. "My purpose and goal in life is to give happiness to people," is what I said to him.

When I told him that, he told me a story in return (he was still surprisingly friendly despite having recently lost money). "You may not believe me when I say this, young man, but this happened around 500 years ago (laugh). Anyway, about 500 years ago, I was allowed to play a game that was just three weeks away from completion. I remember it well, because that was a rarity to do in itself. The game was so mesmerizing, that I asked, out of the blue, if I could be in it. The producer of the game said apologetically, 'I'm afraid we wouldn't have that much time. We could give you a small role, if that's okay?' I replied, 'Of course, I'd be happy to!' Because I really loved that game! You know what I mean?"

Michael turned his gaze to the ground as if I'd laugh at him for acting like a mischievous child. A person living for over 500 years? That's impossible! But there was something in Michael's modest smile that made me think that he'd be a person capable of doing that.

Sweet! 084

Left

#translations #space channel 5 #ulala #president peace #Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book #Space Channel 5 part 2

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twopoppies · 1 year

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Random comment on Harry’s sexy famous image, is my friend (40s mom of 3) just started posting occasionally about Harry in her IG stories and it started with the shirtless Grammys look. And it’s pretty much been times like As it Was video when he strips and stuff, when it’s much more thirst based. I’ve said it before, this is also why I think we have the bi-weekly shirtless tour outfit. They’re feeding the brand of sexy pop star and keeping that faction that’s there for that fed. I think part of his working out (among health and other reasons) is because his body and looks are his brand. And they trade heavily on it. Have since 1D but more even since solo. Sex is his brand. Him having it, alluding to it, talking about it, letting people think about having it with him, who he’s maybe having it with, etc. We like to assign deeper meaning to a lot of his stuff because we can see beyond, but there’s always double purpose to his things, and one of those is sex. I’ve also said before, sexualizing Harry is HQ or Sony’s goal, because it brings the money and attention. And there’s reasons his sexuality is constantly brought up in even his own print articles. They WANT the speculation. It’s like 80% of his press. And it’s ultimately about sex.

Yes, I agree with you. That’s part of the story for sure. He’s been marketed for his sex appeal since day one. There’s a lot more to him, but sex and controversy will always sell best and he knows what people want from him.

#harry’s image

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kanazero-vampireknight2 · 2 months

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"Even within you my poison is..."

Kaname trying not to say that he's basically inside Zero always makes me crack up🤣 I also remember a theory about pissed/annoyed Kaname was when Zero drank Sara's blood because he was like "She gave Zero filthy blood" when he was about to invade the hunter's HQ.

The official translation (in english) says „but my poison flows inside you, too”

But When i translated the japanese version, it said „even within you, my poison is…”

That was kinda sexy tbh 👀

I made a parody back in the day where instead of the word poison i put „C*M” and I edited some more panels XD

As for when he got pissed, it did actually happen in the story!

„Disgusting, infusing/staining Zero with her dirty blood…”

(he was so jealous 🙄)

I loved it honestly, there are so many sexual undertones between them!

#vampire knight #vampire knight memories #kaname kuran #zero kiryuu #kaname x zero #kanazero #anon ask

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starsofmilos · 2 years

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Embarrassed (Adrian Chase x reader)

request: Good evening! I hope you’re doing well today! I just reread “Silent” for the second time today (so good 💜) and the gif of Vigilante spinning the sword around inspired a request.What came to mind was, Reader is a member of the team but isn’t with Adrian (at least when the story starts). A mission goes sideways, they have to fight their way out of whatever situation they find themselves in, but Adrian, Chris and Reader make it back okay. Later on at HQ, Adrian is giving a full reenactment of what happened to Leota and is doing the sword thing. Reader makes a comment about it, like, “Would you STOP with the manhandling of weapons like that? I can only take so much sexiness in one day.” They attempt to play it off, since they didn’t really mean to say it out loud, but anytime Adrian is around Reader after that, he always seems to have some type of weapon in his hand, or something that COULD be used as a weapon, and he’ll be skillfully flipping it around where Reader can see it.I could see this easily being SFW or NSFW, so either way works!

So I hope you don’t mind I went NSFW

Masterlist

Warnings: p in v, praise, oral (fem receiving), riding, creampie, squirting, but a large amount of fluff

You had a problem.

Now it wasn’t a big problem yet, but it was slowly becoming a bigger distraction than what you wanted it to be. You’d been assigned to work on project butterfly a little while back.

There is where you met your ‘problem.’

His name was Adrian Chase also know as Vigilante. Now it’s not that you guys didn’t get along. On the contrary, he became one of your closest friends and was currently the man you were hopelessly falling for.

The problem you had with him was himself. Adrian was hot. You couldn’t help, but too fawn. The thing that was hot with him was his stupid weapons.

You didn’t know why but a guy who could fight just got you going and Adrian could fight. He could fight really well. You could also say you had a bit of a knife kink.

Just a small one.

Adrian just manhandling a gun or his swords made it hard for you to focus. Which led to today. You had all just came back from a grueling mission. Adrian had been excitedly telling Leota about it.

This mission was different from the ones before. They had sent only Adrian, Chris and you in. It went sideways to say the least, but you all made it.

Now you just couldn’t stop staring at Adrian’s hands as he reenacted what had happened. “So Chris tossed me my sword after it had been knocked out of my hand so I grabbed it and stabbed the bastard straight in the head!”

Leota hummed as Adrian tossed a knife from hand to hand while talking to her. Without realizing, you unconsciously sat closer to admire him playing with the knife with ease. He put the knife away pulling his sword out to show Leota how easy it was for him to move it.

You gripped the edge of the table tightly as he shot you a smile spinning his sword.

“Fuck Adrian would you stop being fucking hot with the sword?! I don’t know how much more I can take!!”

You gasped covering your mouth. You didn’t mean for that to come out and judging the surprise looks on everyone’s faces neither were they.

Although Adrian didn’t look surprised..

If anything his pupils widened and darkened as he held a small grin on his face. He looked excited as if he just received the best news of his life.

“Oh my god does little Y/N have a knife kink?!” Chris yelled out as you shook from embarrassment.

“What the fuck did I just hear?!” Leota yelled out in shock as John cringed from the second hand embarrassment. Emilia raised an eyebrow silently judging you.

You sat there wishing for the earth to swallow you whole. Adrian was silent which in turn only made you feel worser. You probably ruined any chances you could’ve had with him.

Adrian was probably grossed out or worse he now found you weird-

“That’s fucking hot.”

Everyone’s head turned to Adrian who wouldn’t stop grinning as he stared straight at you. He didn’t even bother to look at anyone else but you.

His smile grew wider if that was possible as he saw you grow flustered hiding your face in your arms.

Not able to take any more of the shame and now slight sexual tension now, you stood up heading out.

“I’ll see you all tomorrow!” Chris couldn’t stop laughing seeing you trip a bit as you ran out.

Thankfully after that things kinda went back to normal. Chris still brought it up from time to time, but other than that everyone else let it go.

There was one interesting development though

Adrian was being weird now. Well not weird, but even you knew some of what he was doing was a bit odd. He always now seemed to have something in his hand.

He could literally being eating and would be twiddling a knife between his fingers. Needless to say it was driving you insane.

Was he trying to subtly make fun of you?

No Adrian wouldn’t do that...right?

It only ever seemed to be around you. You were horny and embarrassed. You couldn’t help it. Adrian was just so fucking hot to you and it was annoying how he was so effortlessly ruining your underwear every time he sat next to you.

After a week, you finally reached your breaking point. It was a rather normal day. Adrian and you had decided to have a movie night after a hard mission.

Things had been rather normal between you both since the incident. Except the fact that you had been practically horny everyday at work. Adrian was messing with his pocket knife as you both watched Shrek.

“You think Fiona taught her self how to fight thinking she’d end up having to fight Dragon herself?”

How could he say something so dumb while looking so hot?...God you needed help.

You sighed shrugging, “Maybe..then again I’d like to think Fiona was stronger than Shrek. In Shrek the Third the princesses all save themselves.”

Adrian nodded beginning to toss the knife from hand to hand. “So..do you think Fiona found Shrek attractive because of he was technically the first person she had seen in a really long time?”

You had begun to drift out seeing him twirl the knife effortlessly. Adrian hadn’t noticed while he continued his rant.

It only became apparent to him once he noticed you didn’t respond. “Y/N you good dude?”

“Hmm?” You jumped a bit as Adrian slowly smirked seeing what you were staring at.

“You really like when I play with my weapons huh?”

“No! I don’t!”

“What was it you said last time? For me to stop because you couldn’t take it?”

“It slipped out!!”

“It was hot.”

“It was embarrassing!!”

You groaned hiding your face as Adrian scooted closer to you. “You know it’s okay if you did find it attractive..I find it’s fucking hot seeing you fighting too.”

“You do?” Adrian nodded excitedly.

“I do..I really do. Probably more than I should. It’s so hard not to pop a boner sometimes.”

You laughed as Adrian turned to fully face you. “You’re so fucking cool and hot. The idea that you fucking find me hot while playing with something as simple as a knife. It’s insanely hot. If anything I’m not ashamed to admit it, but I’ve been using my weapons a lot more around you lately-”

“I knew I wasn’t imagining shit! You were doing it on purpose!” Adrian nodded kissing your cheek.

“Yeah...I wanted too.” You squirmed a bit noticing the same look in his eyes from a week ago. His eyes were wide and pupils were dark.

“I um..” You grew flustered as Adrian picked the knife up again showing it to you. He leaned in kissing you not being able to keep the grin off his face once he heard you whimper a bit.

“Adrian..” You pushed him away a bit looking away. “I’ve um..I’ve liked you for a really long time..and..this isn’t just sex to me okay. I just want you to know that..I like you for you not just because you can wield a sword and gun so fucking hot..” You trailed off seeing Adrian closing the pocket knife.

“Shit kiss me again..”

You grabbed his collar kissing him tightly. Adrian groaned into your mouth gripping you tightly dropping the knife. “I feel the same. I’ve liked you for a while.”

Both of you grinned as you pulled Adrian on top of you falling on the couch. You moaned a bit as Adrian thrusted into you whimpering a bit. His hands moved under your shirt.

You both heavily made out panting when Adrian decided to start moving his kisses down your neck. Adrian sucked a small mark on your collarbone moaning himself as you gripped the hair on the back of his neck.

“Please..” You begged quietly whimpering weakly when he pulled away.

“Can I take off your shirt?” You nodded eagerly gripping the hem of his shirt.

“I need words Y/N.”

“Yes you can take off my shirt Adrian..” Your eyes widened as he picked the pocket knife up using it to cut the buttons on your shirt open.

“Is this okay?”

“More than okay. Just please get it off of me use the knife as much as you want!” Adrian grinned opting to cut you out of the shirt completely.

You moaned once he used the knife to cut your bra off. Adrian grinned moving his mouth down kissing your chest tugging your nipple in his mouth.

Crying out you thrusted your hips forward wanting and needing to feel Adrian close.

“This is gonna be a long night..Are you sure about this?” Adrian wanted your reassurance as he cut the button off your jeans.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Fuck me Adrian..Please.I want to feel you inside of me. i need you!” Adrian groaned tilting his head back.

Adrian grinned kissing you nodding, “Okay I’m gonna make you feel fucking amazing..”

“Thank you!!” You moaned as he threw the knife stabbing it into the wall using both of his hands to strip your clothing off of you.

“You’re so fucking soft..” He moaned ripping your underwear off. You gasped as he growled kissing your stomach moving down. “This is okay right?”

“Yes it’s more than okay..” Adrian smiled kissing your thighs sucking small marks. You squirmed as he playfully bit the inside of your thigh.

“Adrian!” He chuckled before looking at your cunt.

“So fucking wet..All for me?”

“Yes all for you..”

“Do you always get this wet when I fight?” You laughed breathlessly as he spread your folds taking a closer look.

“Yes Adrian I do..I always do..Just remember that now the next time we’re in the field.”

Adrian sat up a bit in shock clenching your thigh in his hand tightly. “Fuck me...”

He groaned grabbing your other leg throwing them over his shoulder immediately burying his face between your thighs. You cried out gripping the sofa as he lapped at you hungry.

Adrian stared down at with small disapproval seeing you hiding your face, He pulled back slapping your leg a bit.

“Don’t be embarrassed..come on let me see that pretty face.” You moved your hands away shaking seeing Adrian smile at you.

“Good girl..Such a good girl..” He went back to lapping at you keeping direct eye contact with you. His mouth stayed on your clit as he slid two fingers inside of you.

You clenched your eyes shut whining when he stopped. “Don’t stop looking at me. I fucking love when you look at me. Please Y/N keep your eyes on me.”

Adrian practically commanded and begged. You nodded giving him what he wanted. He groaned moving his tongue inside of you while you leaned your arm down gripping his hair.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes it does!! Fuck!!” You thrusted against his mouth making sure to keep your eyes on Adrian.

“You wanna cum for me?” He moved his fingers in keeping them at a fast pace.

“Yes please! Please can I cum Adrian?” Adrian smiled seeing you ask him for permission. You were so fucking cute to him.

“Cum for me Y/N..” He watched in amazement as you let go instantly almost as if you were waiting for him to let you cum.

Adrian helped you ride out your high pulling his fingers out laying your legs down gently on the couch.

You panted whining when he kissed your face. “Did such a good job. Made a fucking mess on my hands.”

Adrian sucked his fingers clean showing you how wet you had left them.

Hiding your face in the couch a bit flushed, Adrian grabbed your chin turning you to look at him. “Hey come on now. Don’t get embarrassed around me and hide. I really don’t care if you make a mess on me.”

“You don’t?..”

“No I don’t as a matter of fact,” Adrian grabbed your legs spreading them to fit between them, “I want you to make a mess on my cock now. Is that okay with you? Do you wanna make a mess on my cock?”

You nodded as Adrian unbuckled his jeans. “I need words Y/N.”

“Yes you can fuck me..”

“That wasn’t my question come on now you can say it..”

You grumbled a bit as Adrian stood up removing his pants and boxers in one go. He got back on the couch between your legs pulling a condom out. You grabbed his hand taking it away.

“I’m on the pill and I wanna..”

“You wanna what?”

“I wanna feel your cum inside of me...” Adrian stared down at you tossing his head back groaning.

“Fuck me I’m so lucky..Now let me hear what I wanna hear Y/N and I’ll give you what you want pretty girl.” You moaned out as he rubbed his tip against your folds.

“I wanna make a mess on your cock..” You cried out keening a bit as Adrian pushed in. He groaned gripping your hips tightly.

“Feels so good..so so good..” He slurred his words sounding almost drunk beginning to move. You gasped gripping the sofa biting your lip. Adrian kissed you pulling away to shake his head.

“Let me hear you. I wanna hear you. Please..” You whimpered as he begged. Adrian needed to hear you. He needed to hear you cry out for him as he fucked you into the couch.

You let your lip go crying out as he sped up. The couch squeaked with how fast he was going inside of you. Adrian groaned mumbling curses into your throat.

“I need to feel you cum. I need you to cum Y/N..” No other sounds were coming out of you but moans.You wanted so badly to tell Adrian how you felt for him. How long you’d been wanting this.

Wanting him.

Adrian pulled back slowing down a bit as he stared into your eyes. You reached out for him smiling a bit as he grinned. “I know..I know..I feel the same Y/N..”

He kissed you with everything he had moving his hand down to rub your clit. “I wanna make you feel good. I wanna make my pretty shy girl feel good..”

You mewled as he gripped the armrest of the couch using everything he had to move while rubbing your clit. “Cum for me. Be a good girl-”

Cutting Adrian off with a moan, you gripped his shoulders releasing against him squirting a bit on his abdomen. Adrian grinned rubbing your clit prolonging it. You sobbed a bit as he kissed your neck calming you down.

Adrian panted above you planning to move his dick out of you. He moaned whimpering as you wrapped your legs around him keeping him in. “You didn’t finish..”

“I don’t need too. It’s alright I don’t wanna push you.”

“No it’s not okay. I need you to finish. I wanna feel you cum inside of me..Please Adrian.” He gripped your hips stopping you from thrusting up.

“Y/N if I cum inside of you..I think I might become obsessed with you. Like I want you so fucking bad. I need you and I’m not fully sure if that’s what you want-” You cut Adrian off pushing him down climbing on top of him.

“That is what I want. I want you Adrian..As embarrassing as this is for me to say, I want you too. I want you just as fucking bad. I wanna wake up with you and watch cheesy stupid rom coms. I wanna make you breakfast in bed. I’m fully ready to have all of you if you’ll have all of me..”

You moved your hips bouncing on him. “Please say you want me too..”

Adrian stared at you as you bit your lip. Face and chest flushed. You slowed down a bit feeling a bit too vulnerable gasping as he grabbed your hips guiding you. “I want you.”

He whispered out reassurances as you began to move again. “I want you so fucking bad Y/N..”

“I want you too Adrian..All of you..Fuck I’m so glad I said something about your weapons..”

Adrian grinned before moaning out feeling his release building up. “I am too..If I had known sooner, I would’ve had you like this probably in the back of the van after every mission.”

You looked away still moving on top of him, but sped up a bit. Adrian smiled turning you to face him. “Want me to teach you how I shoot my gun?”

He groaned out as you tightened around him. “Huh. That made you clench huh? You like it when I get violent huh?”

You whimpered losing your rhythm. Adrian sat up hoisting you up to carry you away. He stopped against the door of your bedroom taking control once more.

“Fuck fuck..I’m close.” You gripped his hair pulling him into a rough kiss.

“I am too..Cum first Adrian. I need to feel you cum.” He groaned nodding speeding up. You cried out as he grunted practically screaming as he came inside of you.

You cried out feeling his warm seed fill you. Adrian groaned into your neck as you tightened cummming on him. You both panted for air as he gripped you closely and tightly.

Adrian and you both whimpered as he pulled out smiling at each other. He carried you to your room laying you on the bed crawling in beside you. “I’ll clean you up and everything just give me a minute..”

You chuckled nodding. “It’s okay...I think that was the most intense sex I’ve ever had Adrian..”

“I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had..”

You glanced at each other with lovestruck looks on your faces. “I need to use my weapons around you more often if it gets you worked up like that..”

“You need to stop.” He grinned pulling you closely.

“You need to stop being so embarrassed..I love seeing you like this though..Knowing you’re all flustered because of me..”

“It’s embarrassing..”

“No it’s not. It’s fucking cute. I’m gonna embarrass you more often especially when you hear about all the dirty things I wanna do with you.”

You laughed as he blew a raspberry on your cheek resting his chest against your back spooning you.

“I think I’m falling for you hard Y/N..especially after this..Get use to me, because I don’t think I’m ever letting you go. I wanna see the embarrassed look on your face everyday. I wanna see you everyday.”

“I want that Adrian..I’ve wanted nothing more than that. I can live with the embarrassment so long as you’re beside me.”

“Good.” Adrian kissed you moving to lay on top of you.

“You’re so fucking beautiful..” You grinned kissing him. Adrian couldn’t keep the smile off his face even the morning after. He doesn’t think he’ll ever have a reason to frown again with you around.

If you thought it was bad before, now Adrian couldn’t help but to always carry something on him just to see the flustered look on your face before he would end up carrying you off to see you get more flustered.

#adrian chase #fanfiction #adrian chase x reader #vigilante fanfiction #adrian chase x you #vigilante x reader #vigilante peacemaker #fanfic #peacemaker #adrian chase peacemaker

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ljdoublecc · 7 months

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Random Nanba Stories: Prank gone wrong, gone sexual

Slightly mature content

Samon was just walking through the Halls of Nanba to get to the guard room due to being called by Mitsuru to HQ. As he was walking towards his destination, he kept noticing that the guards leaving that general direction were acting strangely.

Some had their heads down and were walking/running at fast paces. Others were beet red, in a daze, or had a nose bleed. And what was even more bizarre were the responses that he got from them when he asked them why they were acting weird. He got vague, suggestive, or even stuttered responses.

The mystery only continued when he got to the guard room, or more like when he was stopped by a wall of his fellow supervisors just crowding the door.

“What the hell is happening here?” Samon asked when he walked up to the other supervisors.

Kenshirou was the one who turned around to face him and to Samon's surprise, he was blushing one of the deepest hues of red he has ever seen. Kenshirou didn't say a word but instead pointed a finger inside the room and gave Samon space to squeeze through to see what was going on.

Samon was confused by his gesture but still looked in while saying,” okay but all of you are acting wei-”

His mouth went slack and his face went the same shade as the reddest rose at the sight before him.

Before him, and everyone else, was (Y/N) straddling and strangling Mitsuru with the warden watching with a cold glare at the male on the floor, not once acknowledging the please for help from said man.

All this was normal here in Nanba Prison but what had the supervisors blushing and slack-jawed was the fact that you were wearing the sexiest article of clothing they have ever seen, the Virgin killer sweater.

“I said I was sorry,” Mitsuru defended as much as he could with the lack of oxygen getting to his head.

“No, you didn't,” you hissed at him tightening your grip,” and even if you did do you really think I'm just going to let this slide!? I have an image to keep here in Nanba, you moron!”

“Yeah, but now you're known as deadly and sexy,” Mitsuru whizzed as he started losing consciousness.

“Argh, I'll murder you!” You roared at him tightening your fist until he actually passed out.

“Alright, that's enough (Y/N),” Momoko finally spoke up after that and pried you off of him.

“Oh, I'm just getting started,” you threatened,” he threw paint at me and got rid of any other spare clothes there may be, forcing me to wear this. He ruined not only my clothes but my image!”

“It didn't ruin anything, right, supervisors?” Momoko turned to her workers and they all nodded,” See, now come on, I'll give you some spare clothes I have.��

You sighed, finally calming down, before following, correction, being dragged by your lovely cousin to ensure that you won't attack Mitsuru again when she turns her back, to get you some more suitable clothes.

All the supervisors watched as you left the room before dispersing to their respective buildings, all with the same expressions as the guards beforehand.

#Nanbaka #samon gokuu #momoko hyakushiki #kenshirou #Mitsuru

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sirowsky-stories · 11 days

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The Flowers Always Know

Chapter 5 - Is This Goodbye?

Description: Having recovered enough that you were getting ready to leave the medical ward at Heroics HQ, the only thing tainting your relief at returning home, was not knowing if you'd get to spend any more time with your new favourite superhuman once you'd left.

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Rating: Mature 18+ONLY Word Count: 3414 (1469 words added) Masterlist (this story)

Three months later, you were not only back on your feet, but running. You’d never really been a runner before, favouring the peacefulness of walking, but now it seemed like such a freedom, you could barely get enough of it. You’d been in a coma for almost ten weeks, which had depleted your fat-reserves and made your muscles atrophy, and you were the scrawny sort to begin with, so the nutritionist had not been happy when you’d started requesting more physical activity. But after making a solemn vow to eat however much he asked, he’d finally agreed.

And you’d both been surprised to discover that you’d actually gained weight a lot faster when your body had begun to convert the fuel into muscles. You were heavier now than you ever had been, and you were genuinely proud of that, because you knew it meant you weren’t only strong again, but also stronger than before. It felt like a visible testament to your victory over evil. Plus… You looked good. You’d even gotten the colour and natural volume back in your hair.

You were still living at the Heroics HQ medical facility, and you were still being tested to the nines every single day, but you didn’t mind. Everyone there were nice to you, and it wasn’t like you were in a cage, you went outside every day. They just didn’t like it if you wandered off too far, since you hadn’t been discharged yet, which meant you were still their responsibility, legally.

You’d been pleasantly surprised to find out the organisation had taken care of all your bills and payments while you’d been in a coma and during the subsequent rehabilitation. Probably only to avoid any scandalous headlines from the media, had you decided to whine about losing your house due to the Heroics keeping you alive against all reasonable odds. But whatever their motivation, you were only grateful to them, because it meant your house and finances would still be very much in order, whenever you’d be heading back there.

Marcus had been instrumental in your recovery. As soon as they’d discovered that his electromagnetic currents helped you, the science-department had temporarily melded with the medical department to try and figure out why that was, and what might be the optimal way of utilizing this fortuitus abnormality. Luckily for you, this had meant many long hours spent with Marcus by your side as he’d carefully experimented with stimulating your muscles into cooperating with you.

It hadn’t been nearly as sexy as it sounded, most often resulting in unexpected jerks and spasms to whichever part of your body he’d been working on, nothing of which had had anything to do with any sort of pleasure. Progress, yes. But not pleasure. However, it had offered you plenty of time to talk to each other, which meant you knew a lot more about him now. Or at least, a lot more about Missy. The proud dad had quickly emerged once he’d gotten more comfortable around you.

Curiously, though, no one had been able to work out just how his current could have such a positive influence on your body. They thought it might have to do with some sort of harmonization between the tiny electrical impulses in your nerves and the frequency of his current, but they couldn’t say for sure. Because so far, all their tests had been inconclusive.

The never-ending tests didn’t bother you as much anymore, as you’d gotten used to the routine of them, but today was going to be a bit special in that regard, as you were about to do a test you’d never done before. The medical team wanted to do a full-scale physical exam, complete with endurance- and strength-tests, and you’d actually been looking forward to this. You were excited to find out how close you’d gotten to receiving that clean-bill-of-health stamp in your charts.

The tests themselves were gruelling, though. They involved running as fast as you could in short intervals, but then in the breaks between each interval you also had to do a strength exercise. Weightlifting, or working with kettlebells, or just regular push-ups. There were lots of different ones, and you never knew beforehand what the next one would be.

You jumped off the treadmill, leaving it running at the same speed, and once you were off, you were told which exercise to perform. The moment you completed it, it was back to the treadmill, and you weren’t allowed to alter the speed setting. If you couldn’t manage the thirty second interval, you had to step off and do another strength exercise.

After that, you were mercifully given an hour to rest, before you were going to take on an obstacle course to check your agility and reflexes, and it was at this point that Marcus joined the small crowd of maybe thirty people, who’d gathered to find out how you’d do. Most were people you’d met in the medical ward and who had been part of the team responsible for keeping you alive, and they were incredibly supportive. They’d been cheering you on and clapping every time you’d managed to complete an exercise.

Not that you were surprised by their enthusiasm at all. These were the people who had spent weeks working almost around the clock just to keep your heart beating. If there were any souls you would be able to count on for support on your progress, it would be them. It was slightly more surprising to realize, as you of course followed Marcus’ path through the crowd, that his mother, the almighty Anita Moreno, was also there, in the back of the little crowd.

What could she possibly want to see this for? You’d never met her, never even seen her other than on tv. Your only connection to her was through her son, but he had only mentioned her in the family sense, being the grandmother to his beloved daughter. Of course, you didn’t know if he’d talked to her about you. If she knew how important he’d been to your survival and recovery. If so, then it made sense she might be a little curious.

As you stood on the start line, doing your best not to let the massive wall, which was the first obstacle, deter you, your eyes were drawn back to Marcus, looking for comfort. He was in his uniform again, and he looked winded, as though he’d hurried to get there in time to see this. You noticed him throw a slightly confused gaze at his mother, though, once he clocked her, which seemed to confirm he hadn’t talked to her about you and certainly hadn’t expected to see her there.

But he apparently decided not to dwell on it yet, turning his gaze away from her and down to you. And when he realized you were already looking at him, he gave you an encouraging nod and a warm smile, as if to say “I know you’ve got this”. You’d been told that this course was the same one the Heroics regularly used for training, and that they’d scaled it down a bit for you, but the aim was still to test your physique quite rigorously, so it wouldn’t be easy.

Nervous, but also eager to find out how much your training had paid off, you signalled the controller in charge of the timer that you were ready, and then waited for the whistle. Scaled down or not, you found out right away that it really was a tough course. You had to use your whole body to get past practically every single obstacle, and by the end, you were so tired that you collapsed the moment you crossed the finish-line, to the zealous applause, whistles and cheers of the little crowd.

The twins were by your side immediately, taking your vitals to make sure there was nothing abnormal about your exhaustion. That you were only as spent as anyone should be after giving it everything they had for fifteen minutes. They’d been with you the whole day, and this was the final hurdle before you’d all get to rest. They’d both been sweating almost as much as you, just from worrying about you. Finishing their exam by comparing it to your readings throughout the day, they finally announced their verdict.

“All good. She’s okay,” they declared to the supervising physician, who in turn, looked at his digital pad and tapped a few times, before a smile crept into his features.

“Well, it’s not a course-record, but considering the fact that most humans don’t even finish this course on their first try, I think we can give you your stamp now.”

You sat up and stared wide-eyed at him, too stunned to find any words, but then Amaire shoved a water-bottle into your hand and all but pushed it into your mouth, temporarily sidelining your ability to respond.

“I’m officially declaring you completely recovered, and no longer in need of medical assistance,” the physician announced, loudly enough for the entire room to hear, before he kneeled beside you and put a hand on your shoulder, lowering his voice as he added: “Congratulations, miss. You really are a miracle.”

Joy bubbled up inside you as you took in his words. You’d made it. You’d actually made it. There was a light-hearted laughter in your throat as you worked on getting your pulse under control, made more difficult by the sudden burst of excitement.

“Don’t let Miracle Guy hear you say that, Doc, whatever you do,” you joked, and he chuckled.

“Hah, I’ll keep that in mind,” he winked, and then stood to leave.

And when he turned away, your favourite Heroic was suddenly right in front of you, pulling you to your feet and into a tight hug in one fluid movement. He’d never hugged you before, and you wished that he hadn’t done it now when you were soaking his uniform in your sweat. But, holy crap, did his arms feel good around you.

“Felicidades, preciosa! I knew you’d be ready. How do you feel?” he laughed, while almost lifting you off the floor with exuberance, infecting you to laugh along with him.

“Thank you, Marcus, I feel amazing. Like I wanna sleep for a week, but still amazing,” you chirped, before reluctantly pulling back to look at him.

As wonderful as it was to be encircled by those arms, you wanted him to see your eyes when you spoke again.

“Really, thank you. I don’t know if I could have recovered this well without you, or if I would’ve even been able to wake my body up, ever again. I was trapped in the most impossible position imaginable, and you set me free. I’ve never thanked you for that. I don’t know how I could ever thank you enough,” you tried to explain, although it was hard to put words to how massive your gratitude really was.

He looked mildly embarrassed by your gratitude, and his eyes seemed a bit glossier as he pulled you back into his arms and held you even tighter. But you didn’t think he was being modest about the impact he’d had on your life, it was more like he was just overwhelmed by his own emotions, and perhaps not ready to let you see him at his most frail state of mind. Then he spoke, and suddenly you knew exactly how overwhelmed he felt.

“You have no idea what it means to me to see you like this. Strong, healthy and happy. I’ll never forget those eyes staring up at me that day in the hospital. That image haunted my dreams for weeks. So, every day I walked into your med-chamber, hoping to see you improved, only to find you unchanged. As if time had stopped, trapping you somewhere the rest of us couldn’t see or bring you back from. And it made me feel so helpless and useless.”

He spoke quietly, right by your ear. These words were only for you, and you could hear in his voice just how true they were. It brought tears of gratitude and joy to your eyes, but you held them back, for fear he might misinterpret them as pain.

“You don’t owe me a damned thing, hermosa,” he added after a taking a few calming breaths, although you could still feel the thumping of his heart against your ribcage. “The fact that I get to see those eyes smile again, is more than I ever dared to dream.”

But the moment abruptly ended then, when someone very loudly and deliberately cleared their throat right next to the two of you, making you automatically pull away from one another. And then you nearly choked on your own saliva when you realized the person standing there was his mother. Marcus, however, seemed only annoyed, all trace of overpowering emotion scrubbed from his face the moment he drew back from you.

“Hi, mom. I was wondering what brought you here today,” he greeted, but his tone was suspicious, and he demonstratively crossed his arms while he turned towards her.

“Are you not going to introduce me, hijo? Didn’t I raise you to be polite?” Mrs. Moreno chided, but her son was unaffected.

“Oh, and here I thought sneaking up on people, deliberately trying to make them uncomfortable was considered impolite. My mistake,” he snorted sarcastically, to which his mother merely glared. “She doesn’t need your dramatic flares today, mama. Let her have her moment in peace.”

But you just smiled at the two of them. You’d never been close with your own family, so it always warmed your heart to see people who were. And within the little tidbits he’d spoken about his mother during your long conversations in the med-chamber, you’d been able to discern that they were extremely close, which was why they could argue quite heatedly without ever getting truly angry with one another.

“That’s okay. A little drama can be very entertaining,” you chipped in, keeping your tone light and smiling as you looked from Marcus to his mother.

And since the son was clearly not gonna do it, you then introduced yourself, with a respectful nod, rather than offering your still sweat-soaked hand. However, instead of the customary response of introducing herself in return, since this was the first time you met, she didn’t respond to you at all, and instead gave her son a sideways glance.

“Don’t you have some Heroics to wrangle, Team Leader?” she huffed at him, to which his eyebrows climbed about three stories on his forehead.

“Are you serious?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

“Do I look like I have any intention of leaving you alone with a woman who has no idea just how horridly manipulative you can be?” Marcus countered, and he was actually starting to sound a bit angry now.

“Now you’re exaggerating, chico. When have I ever been horrid?”

“I can count it out for you, if you’d like. Or maybe the word ‘ambassador’ will suffice?” he taunted, but she just shrugged.

“That boy was a huevón. He needed a figurative slap in the right direction. And that situation has nothing to do with this,” she objected, but her son wasn’t having it.

“Oh, but it has everything to do with this, because when you’re willing to humiliate someone in front of their entire office, for no greater reason than to prove a point, people might think twice before allowing you the opportunity to meddle with their fucking lives.”

“Ay, mind your tongue,” was all the response she gave to his little tirade, she didn’t even try and argue her side of it, so apparently, Marcus was right in his observation.

“Not even a little bit. Now, if you’re not gonna be civil, or even polite enough to officially introduce yourself, much less explain why it’s suddenly so important for you to speak to someone you’ve taken no interest in before today, you better believe I’m not leaving my friend alone with you. So, either start talking, or go away,” he countered, and you didn’t miss the slightly possessive edge to the way he said my friend.

You were even a tad concerned at just how much you liked it. His mother, on the other hand, scoffed and then turned on her heels and walked away. Apparently not willing to discuss whatever matter had brought her to you, with him present.

“Sorry about that. She’s really sweet once you get to know her, but she’s also… tricky,” he excused, softening his stance and turning back to you once she’d left.

“You know, I wouldn’t have minded speaking with her,” you said, while grabbing a fresh towel to try and get rid of the worst of the perspiration on your face, neck, and arms.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t, but you don’t know how dangerous she is whenever she decides that something needs to change. Consider that she’s never once asked about you, even with all the time I’ve spent in the med-section. Missy asked me about you every day, but mom… She never wanted to know how you were doing or even any details about what happened to you. So, the fact that she’s approaching you now, when you’ve just been cleared, means she’s up to something, and I won’t trust her intentions until I know what it is.”

“Well, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t touched by your willingness to protect me from monster mom,” you said light-heartedly, mostly just to try and hide your shock and curiosity concerning the fact that his daughter had asked about you.

It seemed like such an intimate thing to learn that you’d been part of multiple conversations between a father and child, neither of which you knew all that well. But Marcus’ face broke into a sheepish expression at your jovial comment, and he bowed his head to look at his own shoes.

“I’d happily protect you from anyone,” he mumbled, as if he felt silly admitting he liked to act as your guardian.

“Thank you. I’ll be sure to call if I’m ever in trouble again,” you smiled, and he looked up at you then.

For a moment, a shadow of something painful swept over his features, before he quickly tried to adapt a more neutral expression. It didn’t quite work, though.

“So… you’re leaving?” he asked, and suddenly his voice sounded so flat and lifeless.

“Well, yeah. I mean… I doubt they’ll just let me stay indefinitely and rent free. Not to mention take up a med-chamber which someone else will undoubtedly need at some point. And I do miss my house, though maybe not the cleaning I’m in for, come to think of it. Then again, I am overdue for a good deep-clean. Shit, I wonder if any of my plants made it? Is it weird that I’m looking forward to cleaning? And cooking, holy crap, do I miss cooking. And sun-bathing in the garden with my favourite music and curling up on the sofa with a boo-…” you cut yourself off when he started smiling in that knowing sort of way.

Although, it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Crap. I’m rambling now, aren’t I?” you realized, feeling just a shade pathetic.

“A bit,” he confirmed. “But I get it. Home is… home. And I’m really glad you get to go back to yours, after everything.”

“Yeah, me too,” you replied, and now it was your turn to look slightly sheepish as you weren’t sure how to continue this conversation.

What more was there to say? You didn’t wanna just say goodbye and walk off, that would feel like shutting a door in his face, somehow.

“Um… so, I’m sure there’s a bunch of paperwork I’ll have to sign, and I most definitely need a long shower and a lot of soap before I go anywhere,” you blabbered, trying to get to the part you actually wanted to say. “But I would love to see you before I leave.”

“Sure. I’ll most likely be in Operations, or my office. Just ask around,” he nodded, swaying a little awkwardly on the soles of his feet.

“Okay,” you nodded in return, still unwilling to bid him farewell.

Instead, you turned to Amaire, starting to thank them for all their help and support, and by the time you glanced back to where Marcus stood, he’d already left.

#marcus moreno fanfiction #marcus moreno x female reader #marcus moreno x reader #we can be heroes fic #we can be heroes au #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction #sirowsky stories #superhero stories

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sweeethinny · 1 year

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Jilytober - Day 28

“Tell me a story” - day twenty eight

this was the hardest drabble for me to write, nothing was getting any good so it got a little angst. Hope you like it

@jilytoberfest

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They were watching the front door with the same worry, anxiety, and fear as always.

James was late. And today was the worst day for that.

Lily felt a contraction, the pain burned through all her bones and she wanted to cry; for the pain, for the feeling of loneliness even with Sirius, Remus and Hestia there, for the fear… She wanted her husband to hold her hand, telling her that she would be able to bring their child into the world.

''He should be here soon,'' Hestia placed another cold cloth on Lily's sweaty forehead, the contractions hurt more and more and she felt feverish.

Damn, why did he take an Order job? Couldn't he stop being the hero for a few hours and be a father and husband?

''Yes, Prongs will be notified as soon as he arrives at HQ and will come here,'' Sirius grabbed her hand as yet another contraction seared her spine.

Lily screamed, gritting her teeth and twisting her toes.

''Tell me a story, any one,'' she didn't know where the craving had come from, but she needed to be distracted.

''Hmm...''

''A story?''

''There are so many,'' The three babbled together, confused.

''I know,'' Remus stood up, as if to act for her. “Did we ever tell you about the time James tried to get a piercing on his own because he overheard you saying men with earrings were sexy?”

#jily #jilytober #jilytober sweet #james x lily #my fic

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pileofmush · 6 months

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hiiiiiiii, mushyyyyyyyyyy 🤩 just droppin my lil blurb in your ask box, but don't rush !! get to it whenever ya have the time 😁

btw, i'd like male matches (that sounds so weird...dude matches ? man matches ? men matches ?) from one piece + jjk/hq ✨

- i'm 5'8, athletic but thicc build, brown eyes + curly black hair w long natural eyelashes + a cute nose (so i've been told hehe)

- i'm naturally intimidating but once i open my mouth people can't take me seriously until i show em i'm serious, which usually comes in the form of anger or intimidation.

- i'm usually a jokester/chill person who doesn't try to dwell too much on things. i also get a little deep + philosophical if im in the mood, but v rarely. i can be a bit chaotic most of the time + i often am not able to tell when i should stop cracking jokes/being silly 🤭 but my friends are always good about telling me it's time to get serious !!

- i'd do anything for my friends + family, am extremely loyal.

- when i'm w others, i'm usually the life of the party !! i'm always cracking jokes or saying/doing stupid shit. but i also enjoy my alone time + i'm just as silly when i'm by myself !! (i talk to myself when i'm alone is that weirddd)

- hobbies include working out, sitting out in the sun, taking care of my plants (to the best of my abilities, i managed to kill all of my patio plants at the same exact time), being anywhere near the water/beach, cooking, + studying because im in med school !!

muchas gracia, miel 💕

𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖚𝖕 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖜/ @bokutosbiceps

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alicia, my love! i hope you enjoy your matchups! i thought long and hard about them. i'm sure you'll be able to tell what kind of ship dynamics i prefer, teehee.

╰┈➤ okay! from one piece, i ship you with zoro!

* ˚ ♥ okay, now hear me out. i don't think i've ever heard you mention his name before, but let me tell you something, let me tell you something! you two? would make a power couple.

* ˚ ♥ from an outside perspective, think pretty princess and her guard dog. people would already find you a little intimidating, mainly because you have a mature air about you and seem assured of yourself. definitely not one to take bs, and people can tell.

* ˚ ♥ but after one look at zoro, who likes to stand right behind you and smirk, probably with a hand in your back pocket or an index finger linked around your belt loop-- it becomes clear that you are not to be fucked with.

* ˚ ♥ despite the scary guard dog persona, zoro definitely lets you fight your own battles. he's standing on the sidelines with a proud grin. whether you're staring someone down or beating some marine's ass, he's glad to witness every instance. finds it incredibly sexy that you're so capable and confident. ...let anyone touch you, though, and it's a different story. consider their ass dead. zoro would handle it.

* ˚ ♥ first impressions are discarded quickly once it becomes clear that you two are just a pair of goobers. for the purposes of this ship, i am restoring zoro's funnybone. yes, i can do that. zoro can be silly. and you, mi amor, definitely bring it out of him. and it's so. so. cute. make a joke about anyone, anyone (besides chopper), and he'll bark out a laugh so loud the birds fly away.

* ˚ ♥ but of course, he's not free from your jokes, either. he pretends to be annoyed by your quips and teasings. grumbles that you're 'disrupting his nap' when you're sitting by his side on the deck, laughing up a storm at his expense. but should you try to leave, his arms'll latch around you quick, pulling you into him.

* ˚ ♥ naps in the sun. often. you bring your study material when you spot him lying on the deck, basking in a sunspot. you always study for as long as you can until you fall asleep, too.

* ˚ ♥ you also work out together! it's cathartic, really. whether you're doing cardio, yoga, or lifting weights, zoro pushes you. he makes a great spotter. and when you get tired, zoro lets you sit cross-legged on his back while he does push-ups. you guys have really insightful conversations like that, actually. you chatting about whatever's on your mind, and zoro grunting out replies in between his pants.

* ˚ ♥ you both appreciate those moments, working out together in the crow's nest. for a few reasons. zoro appreciates that it's an enclosed space, away from the rest of your peeping crewmates. he especially appreciates the look of you in your tight work-out clothes, breathing heavily and dripping with sweat ;)

but really, zoro appreciates everything about you.

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moving on to your next matchup! and the matchup i love the most, actually. i just think it's cute >.<

╰┈➤ from jujustu kaisen, i ship you with nanami!

* ˚ ♥ i can't lie, i am quite happy with this pairing. you might be thinking right now that this ship will have a similar dynamic to you and zoro, but i get completely different vibes from you and mr. nanami kento.

* ˚ ♥ in this ship, i'm thinking the dynamic would be tired x the one good thing in the world. in other words, nanami x you. i like the idea of you being a nonsorcerer. we all know that nanami craves normalcy. screw the bakery girl, you give him that. you, who he probably found studying at a coffee shop or something. hastily scribbling vocabulary terms on flashcards, sipping on a lukewarm cup of coffee.

* ˚ ♥ the doorbell jingles as nanami walks in and your gaze wanders to the door, where the broad blond stands. and you can't see his eyes behind his weird ass glasses, but you're pretty sure they're pinned on you. you look away as he orders whatever he came in for, but then a few minutes pass and an employee plops a muffin in front of you, canting their head at the blond. he bought you a muffin. and it's a sweet, simple gesture that means a lot to you, because you're a broke college student and really shouldn't be spending money on coffee in the first place.

* ˚ ♥ and, as the poets say, the rest is history. i think nanami is at first fascinated by you, maybe even a little envious, because you're a strong, beautiful woman with aspirations and struggles unrelated to fighting curses. learning about you is like peering through a locked window, imagining what life could be like without his burdens.

* ˚ ♥ that fascination steadily turns to admiration. because you intend to spend the rest of your life doing what you can to save people, or help people, or make life a little easier for others, and it genuinely stuns him. it's a different flavor from the jaded outlook of jujutsu sorcerers, who fight curses not because they want to, but because they have to.

* ˚ ♥ your relationship with nanami would be the definition of domestic bliss. oh, you crack your jokes and probably tease him as well, but nanami only ever hums in assent. occasionally deadpans a response he knows will fluster you. he likes listening to you talk, listening to you laugh. it brightens up his lifeless apartment.

* ˚ ♥ your schedule is busy, as you're in med school and all, but that just makes every moment you share with nanami sweeter. he treasures every second he gets to share with you. gets somehow even more stringent about his work hours, because a minute working overtime is a minute he spends away from you.

* ˚ ♥ when your schedules align, the two of you cook together. and it's always a wholesome, efficient affair. the food always comes out delicious, meals switching between nanami's fancies and your own preferences. it's the perfect blend of creativity, warmth, and mundanity, and cooking together definitely becomes a love language between the two of you.

* ˚ ♥ dining together is also a treat. your savory, homecooked meals usually paired with free-flowing conversation and a hearty glass of wine. afterwards, nanami always insists you take home the leftovers, and well, you can't really deny him, can you?

* ˚ ♥ you're over at nanami's so often that you start to leave some of your belongings there. one day you knock on his door with a big smile, arms full of greenery. it's some of your plants, you explain, 'to brighten up the place!' but it's more than that, and you both know it. it's the promise of a future shared—together. nanami ends up taking better care of the plants than you do, but hey. it's all part of your charm! ^-^

and nanami is incredibly charmed by you.

✧༺♥༻∞

#here you go alicia <3 #this was a lot of fun #zoro gif by @/quisieralejarme #nanami gif by @/hayakaws #matchups!

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blushinggray · 1 year

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navigation 🧭

hello. for anyone new here:

i'm michelle (aka hokshi), she/her, 25+

lover of himbos

simp for tsunderes

appreciator of dilfs

addicted to slow burn

(and slave to kirishima natsuya)

here you'll find my anime-related interests, as well as my spontaneous, low pressure, unbeta'ed drabbles. i mainly write [male character] x fem!reader, and about half the time, it contains mature content. so pls be aware of that and manage your own boundaries. i am very casual about what/how i post here, so i'm putting a lot of trust into you to care take of yourself

most of my writing that i actually put my soul into is on AO3, so if you're looking for slow burning, emotional tension with a sexy ending, you'll likely find smth more fitting over there

but since i've accumulated enough writing on this blog now as well, i figured it was time for a directory, so here ya go:

🔞 — nsfw 💖 — personal fave/rec

— drabbles —

BNHA

bakugou katsuki:

choking 🔞 baby boy thirsting at the gym bakugou pole dancing 🔞 fantasizing 🔞 moon viewing tsundere dad!baku + art 💖 ph!baku x stand up comedian!reader basketball player!baku 💖 domestic thoughts "come see me"

kirishima eijirou:

pwp 🔞 reverse somno 🔞💖 at the beach with a himbo + song rec 💖 the last to know bunny boy bj 🔞 cum buckets 🔞ish

sero hanta:

pierced/tatted fuckboi!sero change of plans (a fuckboi!sero series) 💖🔞

general:

kink headcanons 🔞ish

JJK

itadori yuji:

pick your poison (yuji/sukuna twins!au) 🔞ish nothing but ass on the brain 🔞 glass slipper type beat

— fic trivia —

some extra headcanons, rough visuals, or fun facts from some of my fic universes, which can also be found in my #fic trivia tag

from "Love Unlimited" (hinata x atsumu x reader) - sequel/aftermath headcanons

BNHA

from "Good for Me" (a tattoo artist!bkg x tattoo artist!reader au) - sketch of bkg's tattoos - extra au headcanons

Free!

from "Within the Chaos" (a single dad!natsuya au) - fanart i commissioned of natsuya & yumeko - headcanons of having "the talk" with teenager!yumeko

— other info —

this is a side blog, so i follow/like from a different account

i mostly write for myself/my own enjoyment, so i don't take requests. but i do enjoy hearing suggestions if you want to share some inspo!

for non-anon asks, i usually answer privately (although sometimes i press a wrong button or tumblr goofs smth and it ends up getting published). but sometimes, if it's smth i wanna share/document on my blog, i will publish/tag it as #ask

i really enjoy meeting/talking to new people tho! so if you ever want to share your love of your faves, talk about writing, recommend me fics/artists, or even just send me memes (related to my fics or otherwise), you are so very welcome to visit my DMs/ask box!

— if you'd like to support me —

i have a ko-fi, where if you're feeling generous, you can leave me a tip! i always deeply appreciate it!

you can also purchase a special extra story from a bakugou fic i wrote a while ago, which i'm actually quite proud of

when i'm feeling up to it, i occasionally open up commissions! ranging from 2k~5k words, depending on the price. please message me first about what you'd like before purchasing though! depending on your request, i may or may not be the right person for the job, so i would really appreciate communicating and coming to an agreement beforehand!

if we come to an agreement, you can purchase the commission through the ko-fi link above (for those with paypal), or if you live in the US, you can also send it to me through venmo!

if you made it all the way down to the bottom, thank you so very much for visiting my blog and taking an interest in my writing 💖🌹 i hope you have a great time

divider images by @/firefly-graphics

#this was probably long overdue lmao #if you found me through tumblr instead of ao3 you're prob wondering why this blog is so disorganized #pls don't hold it against me #i promise u i have more pride in my writing than my ability to make aesthetic posts or an organized tag system 🥴#mine #uhhhh #info

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dhdfaq · 2 years

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DHD Trivia

In the first comic with Aditi’s deal, Alrick has shoulder armor. I left them out in the 2nd story as I was planning to have Alrick give his jacket for Vanessa to stay warm and comforted, but it never happened. Since then Alrick has been without any armor.

Cat’s name was supposed to be just Cat, but Rena called her Catherine during the typing process.

I was supposed to draw only one comic with Alrick (the Aditi’s Deal), nothing more. But a new idea came to my mind, then a new one…

I want to keep Alrick’s and Lou-Lou friendship close and warm, as I believe in unconditional friendships between men and women.

Saint Killy’s hospital in 3rd story is a homage to Killy from the manga Blame!

Cat’s and Hagon children Serafia, Amanda, Anders and Viktor are named after my great-great-great grandparents and great-great grandparents.

The dress Cat is wearing in the 5th comic says GBH. Charged G.B.H is a British punk band, which started playing in 1979 and still plays in 2022. Listen to G.B.H’s album City Baby Attacked By Rats here.

While Dinky Sugar looks like the dancer from Caravan Palance’s “Lone Digger” music video, that was a pure coincidence. She was supposed to be just a passbying background character and nothing more.

Dinky Sugar’s name is a homage to Mossworm’s comic of a butterfly which says “Sippy. Drinky Sugar”. I ran into it while drawing Dinky’s story and it made me laugh so much. I love the comic and the butterfly!

Dinky means small in British English.

Joon’s honorific broidi to Alrick means a brother in South-Finnish slang. I’m certain he calls Death-Head women as systeri (sister with the same slang)

The women and how I draw them in story 6 are inspired by the softness, sensuality and roundness a mangaka Rumiko Takahashi uses in her art when drawing sexy women.

Aditi is wearing a wig as pure lizard people don’t grow hair.

Aditi is not inspired by Egyptian art, though she does look like one.

Aditi’s is a Hindi name meaning boundles, limitless or innocence. I found out after the first comic that Aditi is one of the Hindu goddesses. Goddess Aditi rules many things, like sky, fertility, earth, past and the future.

Viv is a fan of the TV series Princess Blue. It’s a homage to an Australian cartoon series Bluey, which I love to death. It’s genuinely a fun, happy mood series (with awesome voice acting!), where parents get involved with their daughters Bluey’s and Bingo’s plays (the same way Joon tends to play with his niece Viv). Here’s a little snippet of Bluey’s family’s car trips.

Kahamet is based on a man in a grey suit and a black goat’s head I met in a dream in 2019. He introduced himself as Kahamet.

The Royal AOR Hotel in story 8 is a homage to my other character, A or R, from my comic FUZZY.

Alrick tells Rena that she’s the best boss he’s ever had, which implies he has had earlier DH-bosses prior to Rena.

Lou-Lou is pronounced like Luu-Luu. Luu in Finnish means a bone, so she’s basically Bone-Bone. Our own Moon-Moon haha! This is not intentional. I realized it months after Lou-Lou first appeared.

In story 9, the ship in the harbor is named かわいい (kawaii). I was learning hiragana the time I drew the comic.

The city behind the reporter in the beginning of story 10 is Helsinki. The early 18th century building behind her is one of my old working places.

This wasn’t intentional but there is an open pool near these buildings in Helsinki.

Pearl’s frustration with the divination’s message is based on my own experience with working with divination tools since age 16.

In my comic FUZZY, the protagonist Irene is a modern day seer and her surname is Pearl. DHD Pearl’s name is a small homage nod to Irene.

Pearl’s surname Helmi means a pearl in Finnish. So she’s Pearl Pearl.

DHD HQ manager Alyssee McRoth’s surname is a nod to my favorite comic, Sláine, as Sláine’s surname is MacRoth.

Algoth is named after a famous Finnish 1920′s smuggler Algoth Niska.

Dio is wearing the boots I had when I was a teenager.

Loid has the same piercings as I do on his left ear.

Loid first appeared in my short comic ARE, transferring from there to my other comic FUZZY, appearing as an antagonist in both stories. In FUZZY, he’s a magical being from Jotuni race, but in Death-Head’s Deal he’s a magician. Loid is a character who visits many projects of mine.

Loid’s name is an acronym from Idol, as I’m a big fan of Billy Idol.

Kaosa is also an acronym from Osaka, where I visit regularly.

Okupio, which Grimm suggests as a honeymoon trip target, is an acronym from Finnish city Kuopio, which is basically my home area.

Kizzie is based on an 1950′s American actress Mamie van Doren.

Despite Kizzie being a singer, she’s got social anxiety in group gatherings, especially if she needs to do sports. That’s my unfortunate(?) trait, too.

Kizzie’s brother Remy is based on a model Mighty Moustache. I designed his hair a bit after Mass Effect Andromeda character Reyes Vidal, who is my favorite Mass Effect character and romance option.

Remy’s small Aries sign tattoo is my astrological sign.

#trivia

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