#i'm a lil bit concerned about how same same their heads are though like what the heck?

[dopaminestarvedsim]

taking that whole "when two become one" thing a little too literally. 😅

#when the sims glitch is funny #it's like AI hands #i'm a lil bit concerned about how same same their heads are though like what the heck? #kira was randomly generated? haha but i made juni so how are they almost perfectly aligned like that!? #love that for them #ts4 #ts4 glitch #sims 4 #simblr #the sims 4 #sims #ts4 gameplay #the sims community #sims 4 gameplay #ts4 screenshots #juniper bright #kira munch #juni and kira #juni bright #the postcard legacy challenge #postcard legacy

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

slashers x child reader who just LOVES to sleep and just passes out everywhere. Also can the reader have a lil stuffed bunny that would be sooo cute!

It's like everyone is reading my mind, I was thinking about this a few days ago 🫣

I got lazy at the end I'm sorry 🫠

Slashers x child! Reader who loves sleeping

Michael

Would be lowkey concerned for you, are you not having enough sleep?

Despite the man not caring much about his himself he is worried for you.

he sees you sleep like almost every time he sees you and then starts to calm down. But he wonders why you don't get extremely hyper after sleeping all the time.

But he never saw you full out pass out before so when you did he got really scared. He thought you died. 😭

It was a long day, you got yelled at in class by your teacher for sleeping in and you were forced to stay awake which you almost failed after five seconds but you didn't want to be embarrassed in your whole class again.

You wanted to sleep so badly you started yawning so much even the others around you started yawning.

And when class ended you immediately went to the myers house instead of your parents and the sight of the couch made you passed out, unfortunately you missed the couch but fortunately the bunny you were holding saved you from heading head first onto the ground.

Michael who just witnessed all this was quite distraught, what happened? Did you die of exhaustion??

He tried nudging you but that didn't work you didn't move. So now he was getting really perturbed. He holding you now and shaking you a bit and you still didn't wake up and he was almost close to throwing you out the window because you wouldn't wake up. But then he started hardly gripping on you and that's when you shot up to the sudden pain you felt on your shoulder blade.

"Dad what happened-"

He just squished you in his arms and stomach. Which made you pass out again and it became a cycle like a few more times.

Your teachers body was also found on the news.

(Ps your parents were later questioning why you smelt like dirt and blood)

But it's a win win for both of you since he won't disturb you when you sleep and you don't disturb him when he goes out killing.

sometimes decides to watch you sleep when he's bored and doesn't have the need to kill. Creepy or cute? You decide although he isn't going to stop whatever your opinion on it is.

Sinclair brothers

Bo doesn't mind it much except when you just fall wherever you feel is sleeping on worthy and also when there are tourists and he has to use you because you are perfect when luring them in especially with your cute little bunny. You make victims want to drop on their knees and beg for you to like them. (not in a weird way 💀) but he also feels the same way too. Don't be fooled if he doesn't show it. He has a smol room with the most comfortable blankets and sheets he can find just for you. 🥹 he also lets you snuggle up to him whenever you want to. His face is a bored annoyed looking expression but inside it's "oh my god, this precious baby oh you gorgeous thing *sobbing*"

Vincent slightly worries at how much you sleep and how fast you do but won't question it much. You are welcome in the basement anytime and he lets you sleep in his room when its cold outside, you three (your lil stuffed bunny too) sometimes end up cuddling. He likes having company occasionally but you don't make your presence known that much except for your slight snoring and breathing but that's okay. Atleast you won't see the naked bodies while he does his sculpting.

Lester doesn't mind at all. Actually encourages you to. His thoughts on it are basically "they're just a baby! They need sleep to grow!" He takes you on a drive around the town and sometimes out of town if you like sleeping in his car with your little bunny. If Bo ever catches him in the act of doing this though he may lose his driving you around privileges. He naps with you along with jonesy too. You three four are the cutest trio there can be it makes anyone wanna cry out of cuteness overload.

Bonus: jonesy! She follows you 24/7 to ensure you're safe because what if you're napping outside and there comes a random pedo Or kidnapper in town and they try anything on you. They wouldn't have lasted long anyways because lester and Bo have their eyes everywhere you are in but just to be safe.

Hannibal

That's one of the many things he immediately noticed about you. Your never ending love for sleep. He lets you sleep all you want yes. But he wonders if you're sleep deprived. But he learns that you just really like sleeping and stop wondering.

Gets disturbed everytime you just fall anywhere though, if you're feeling sleepy just tell him and he'll so generously carry you to your comfy luxurious room.

He sketches you sleeping with your bunny and shows it to you when you wake up and chuckles a bit if you get a little weirded out and sketches you even more if you express your love for it but if you're truly uncomfortable by it then he'll stop.

Also will also watch you sleep from time to time. He just loves you and your sleeping face. If your bunny gets old and worn out he'll buy you a new one but he'll adjust it to look more like your old one because he's thoughtful just like that.

He schedules and learns at what time you mostly sleep at and how it takes for you to wake up so that when you wake up you are greeted with fresh warm food and a smily motherly hannibal.

He may or may not send pictures of you to Will... Will shows up at his house to visit you and just watches you untill you wake up so that you three can play together. Yay 🎊 🎉

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[chaoticloving]

can you do a lil something about h and yn thinking about kids :)

baby talking

harry styles x reader (SOH)

summary: y/n and harry talk kids :)

a/n: finally wrote this! not really sure when this would take place, but its cute so whatever.

"Hey, love. How was your day?" Harry asks as he walks into the kitchen, wrapped up in a warm comfy blanket that Y/n gifted him for one of their anniversaries, waddling over to his lovely girlfriend to embrace her with a hug.

She hums as she hugs her bear of a boyfriend. After coming back inside from the cold chill of London, she was happy to be met with warmth.

"Good." She murmurs. "Apparently I'm pregnant with triplets though."

It takes Harry a second for his mind to wrap around with what she said. First he thinks, oh god i’m going to be a father, then the logical part of his brain picks up the sarcasm through her voice.

"Did the paps get to you?" Harry starts to worry right away. He has had his fair share of paparazzi run-ins, and he knows its twenty times worse for Y/n. Sometimes they just take photos, sometimes they ask invasive questions, and sometimes they cat-call. Harry hopes they weren't so invasive though, but judging from Y/n's actions, they probably were.

"Yeah." She admits. "Do you wanna know something else though?"

"Of course."

"They all have different dads." She scoffs at the absurdity, almost laughing from ridiculousness.

"How is that even possible." Harry gets into his protective mode. He knows what they are implying, and he has to calm himself down from going outside and screaming to the world him and Y/n are dating, happily, monogamously, and lovingly.

"That's not even the worse part."

"Oh no."

"You didn't make the baby daddy list." She removes herself from Harry's embrace. She looks up to see Harry's jaw-slack face.

"Not even one of them?"

"Oh stop acting like I'm really pregnant." She chides, kissing him softly. "And besides, if I were to ever have kids, I know you'll be the dad."

Harry makes eye contact with Y/n now, blinking quite a bit too. He bites his lip, hand subconsciously fiddling with edges of the blanket. "Oh what now, babe. Don't get mad at the paps, I'm fine now, I just needed one of your hugs."

"I'd be the dad?" He asks, his lip turning into a smile.

"I mean, I can imagine the rest of my life with you." Y/n admits. "Ugh, you've made me go soft--"

Harry interrupts her with a crushing hug, filled with love as per usual. He lifts her up too, and kissing her all over. He ends up bringing her over to the living room, tripping over himself and the blanket and landing them both on the couch.

"I'll take it you've though about kids before." Y/n smiles, pushing away Harry from her face.

"Just a bit." Harry sighs, looking up to Y/n like she was his world, and in all honesty, Harry would say she is. She is all he needs in his life, forget the fame and money, Y/n would keep him happy with every part of his life.

Y/n gives him that look.

"Okay, maybe more then a bit." He admits, a blush coating his cheeks. "I think I've always known I would like to be a dad, but... I guess it's easy for me to say. I've only baby sat Lux alone a handful of times and it's not like I would be carrying the thing. And don't get my wrong I'd be terrified to be a dad, I've heard all the things people say about how I could never be a good dad and I don't want to mess up with them."

Y/n strokes his head, running her fingers through the grown out hair. "If I'm honest I have concerns with being a parent too." She mumbles. "I don't want to put pressure on my kid or do the same mistakes of my parents. I know I turned out alright, but they're the only examples I have so what if I turn into them?"

They lie there together, looking at each other, comforting each other with just their presence.

"But, dressing up a little person is kinda cute." Harry admits. A smile breaking out on his face. "If we had a kid, I hope they look just like you." His hand lifts over her face, tracing her nose and lips. "They'd be so beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you, Harry." She smiles. "Imagine a little kid with your crazy hair and your dimples."

“I respectfully disagree.” He scoffs. “But with our genetics the kid would be unstoppable." Harry decides, smiling along with Y/n.

“Think they’d be a singer?” She asks. “Or maybe they go into acting.”

Harry thinks. “Maybe they’ll get all your smarts a be a the next Shakespeare.”

“That would be nice.” She agrees. “Our kid would run Hollywood.”

"Do we want kids?" Harry asks after a beat of silence.

Y/n sighs. There was a pregnant pause. "Maybe."

Harry swallows. "You don't have to say now, but, uh, do you have any other concerns?"

"It's just that, yes everything we said before, but also are life isn't our own." She starts. "Five minutes ago I was pissed and you were about to cry from the paps saying I'm pregnant from other men. I can't imagine the stuff our kid would see about us."

Harry can't help but agree. He knows it's the truth, he just didn't want to admit it. The problem isn't something he could work out by sharing his concerns in therapy because there is no solution.

"We also work. I can't ask you to take that time off and to be honest, I don't know if I would want to not work. I love my job, but I guess that just makes me sound like shit."

"You're not shit for wanting to work, love." Harry kisses her hand. "And I'm not just saying this, but, being a stay at home dad doesn't sound weird for me. I'd want it actually. I know this sounds like I'm trying to change your mind but I promise I'm not just saying that. Think I told Gemma I'd rather stay at home than work when I was like six."

They both chuckle at Harry's little memory, but its now when Harry sees the start of a watering eye. "Oh, please don't get upset, I don't mean try to convince you of anything. I'm sorry if I am coming off as pushy."

"You're not, don't worry. The world just shouldn't be deprived of you, love." Y/n comments, before clearing her throat. "I'm also just terrified of pregnancy. Like a growing kid inside of my body? Freaks me out, I know its a miracle but it's also scary."

"If I'm being honest it confuses me." Harry reveals, trying his best to comfort his favorite person. "Was never that good in biology. But I think I would be more terrified of what could happen to you while pregnant rather than you being pregnant."

"What does this mean?" Y/n asks, she sits up, not looking at Harry.

"It means we revisit the topic later, when we have achieved more with our life and have more life experience." Harry gives her a kiss on the lips, letting her lie on her shoulder. "And I love you no matter the result."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

<3

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[ravennaortiz]

Home

Summary: Follow up to Silent Leaving. Jax Tellers sister returns and all is not what it seems.

"Mommy, where are we going" asked you sweet little boy from the back seat of your car. "On a trip sweet heart" you replied as you glanced at him though the rear view mirror. He was a mirror image of his father. As you pulled out of your driveway for the last time your mind wandered over the last six years. So much had changed and happened since you had ran from your old life. You never saw yourself returning but you had unfinished business that had to be resolved.

Teller-Morrow Automotive

"Jackie Boy" stated Chibs as he looked out of the garage bay as he watched Juice walk to a familiar looking car that had just pulled in. "Is that.." started Jax as he turned his face a mix of hope and disbelieve.

"Hey Juice" you greeted as you stepped out of your car. "Was the drive okay? Saw you were stopped for a bit" murmured Juice not wanting to wake the child in the back. "It was fine" you replied glancing up to see Jax and Chibs making their way over. "I'll tell you later" you added your green eyes meeting his brown with that same pleading look you gave him when he caught you sneaking out of Opies funeral. "Your gonna be the death of me" muttered Juice as he nodded his agreement.

"Good to see ya again lassie" stated Chibs as he offered you a small smile. "Did you know where she was this whole time?" demanded Jax his temper flaring as his eyes locked on Juice. " No, recognized the car when she pulled in" replied Juice as he rolled his eyes at Jax. "You wonder why I left" you muttered as you crossed your arms and narrowed your eyes at your brother. "You have no idea how worried we have all been. " snapped Jax as he turned to you. "I'm sure you lost countless nights of sleep and all that" you replied a bitterness to your words. No one spoke for several minutes.

The little voice of your son broke the growing silence. "Hi" he stated to Juice from his car seat. "Hey little guy, I'm Juice" replied Juice as he turned to the car. "Wanna meet your nephew?" you asked looking at Jax who simply nodded. "Come here. Mommy wants you to meet some people" you stated softly as you moved to get him from the car.

"Cole, this is Juice, Chibs and your uncle Jax" you stated as you introduced your son to the three men. "Did you know my daddy?" asked Cole as he looked at the men. "Yeah, we did little guy" replied Jax as his heart ached at the memory of his best friend. The little boy in your arms was a spitting image of him.

Clubhouse

A couple hours had passed and your son had taken a liking much to your concern to Tig and Happy. You watched the three as the two men taught him how to play pool. "Is the lil guy okay for a beer" called Tig as he saw you watching him. "Trager" you warned as you laughed and shook your head.

"Whats on your mind Jackie Boy" asked Chibs as he sat next to Jax who was watching Juice and you at the bar. "Things just don't make sense." he muttered as he looked at his friend. "Why leave like that and come back all of a sudden. Nothing here for her but bad memories and shit" he continued as he lit a cigarette and took a drag. "Maybe she healed and is ready to be home" replied Chibs as he took a sip of his whiskey.

***

"This is a dangerous play" whispered Juice as he sipped his beer as he glanced over at you. "I know but the reward will be well worth it" you replied as you kept watching your son. "I hoped he was yours" you added as you finally looked over at the man next to you. Juice held your gaze before replying. "Far as I'm concerned he is" he stated his eyes burning with the same heat that they had all those years ago. The heat that had tempted you and that you couldn't get enough of. Heat you had yearned for all these years. "I cant wait to not have to sneak around" you whispered as you broke away from his gaze. Home you thought, was about to have a whole new meaning.

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[angellbarnes]

denial is best served hot

day 2 - rivals

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

summary: it's a competition between you two, always. every mission. this one, though, turns out a little differently than you'd expected.

word count: 3.8k

warnings: very very brief mention of blood, criminals, violence, 18+, dry humping, hands stuff but over clothes, utterly filthy dirty talk, horny asf Bucky

A/N: so I'm finally posting. day 2 of my 30 day writing challenge... 12 days later. but that's besides the point. the point is, it's posted and I wayy underestimated how busy I was going to feel after posting the first part. hopefully it'll be more regular from now on, but I think I'd rather take a lil more time on these fics and have the 30 days a bit more flexible, than rush out some that I know I could do so much better on. anyway, please enjoy☺️🤍

You’re heading towards the meeting room after being called for a mission. The lift stops on Bucky’s floor and he steps in. You side eye each other as the doors close. It’s tense, but comfortable, as the atmosphere usually is between you two. 

“What do you think the mission is?” You ask him. 

“Whatever it is, just know that I’ll do it better.” You can sense his smirk while keeping your gaze forward. 

“In your dreams, Barnes.” The doors open and you pat his chest before walking off. “In your dreams.” 

He follows with a huff. 

A friendly rivalry is the way you two put it. It may not come across so friendly, but no harm has ever been done by it. Just a constant competition between you to prove who is the “better” Avenger. You even tried to get everyone to answer a questionnaire about it. To which you only got two replies: Sam who, with no hesitation, answered you, and Tony who simply wrote down his own name.

It all started during a mission, when you and Bucky had decided to take separate hallways, which conveniently had the same number of opposing agents down each, and see who could take them the fastest. The winner, so be it, was the one who reached the adjoining room first. He made it first, and you’d tried to argue your case, wiping blood from your face, and he’d come out clean as a whistle. You made it your mission, from then on, to prove his arrogant ass wrong, and smack the smug grin clean off his pretty face. He bragged about this for ages, and you desperately wanted something to boast, and humiliate him, about. 

Fury is waiting in the meeting room when you walk in. You seem to be the only ones there.

“Where’s everyone else?” You question.

“Oh, there is no one else.” Fury states. “It’s just going to be the two of you. We need to be as discreet as possible, so we want to keep numbers low.”

You and Bucky glance at each other, silent competition instantly arising.

“So, what is the mission?” Bucky enquires. 

“A guy, to put it simply.” Fury replies. “Or, an underground drug and crime lord associated with multiple different gangs, groups and countries and is very, very dangerous. Murder, torture, kidnap, fraud, theft, you name it, he’s done it. But this guy is damn hard to catch. We have a lead at the moment, the best one we’ve had, to an underground club. Criminals only, essentially. Called ‘The KillOut’.”

“Ohh, I get it. It’s like chill out, but kill out, right?” Bar the reason for it, you quite like the name.

“Wait a second, I recognise that name. I think I’ve been there. Before. As the Winter Soldier, that is.” Bucky says, a concerned frown upon his face.

“So, what, you’re sending us there? How will we even get in?” You ask. Fury taps the screen he’s holding, and projects it to the one behind. Two profiles show up.

‘Your new aliases.” He responds. “Bucky, I’m afraid you’ll be returning as the Winter Soldier. They already know you, admire you. We’ve got a new arm for you to wear that is identical to your old one. I know it’ll be hard, but you’re just gonna have to, ok?”

Bucky takes a deep breath and simply nods at Fury’s request.

“Y/L/N, you’re now going as Betty Smalls, a seemingly innocent but seductive accomplice of the Winter Soldier. You’re an angel by day but the devil by night, so be it. Make it believable, you two. Our aim is to get him alone, so we have a way of restraining him and taking him away. You have a few hours to prepare and get ready, and your outfits are waiting for you back upstairs.” And with that, Fury sends the two of you off again.

You both receive your profiles whilst in the lift, and a copy of the mission report and what needs to go down in order for it to be successful.

“Be prepared to fail, Barnes, and for me to rise from your ashes as the saviour for this team. Not even sure why you should bother coming along.” You tease.

“I’m the Winter Soldier, sweetheart. You wouldn’t even be able to attend without me.” He quips back.

“Fine. But that’s all you’re going to be good for.” 

“See you later, Betty.” Bucky says as he gets out on his floor. He turns and you simply salute him, with a ‘See ya, soldier’ as the doors close on you.

You reach your room and, sure enough, your outfit it layed out, with Nat holding a pair of strappy black heels beside.

“Pretty cute, huh?” She comments.

“Hmm.” You stare at the longline and elegant black dress, the long, white fur coat, and the heels once again and question what led you to this moment. “Hello, Betty.”

~~~

You get to the car that’s waiting for you, barely making it there with both of your ankles in one piece. Bucky is already there waiting. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t look hot as hell clad in leather like that, trousers clinging to his thick thighs. You clear your throat and compose your dirty thoughts as you approach.

“Wow,” he coos as he looks you up and down. “Betty looks good.” You wonder if the complement is for you too. Either way, you can feel a small butterfly going crazy in your stomach, having his eyes rake over you like that. He almost looks hungry.

“Take a picture, Buck. It’ll last longer.” You smirk, crossing your arms, unaware that it’s just enhanced your cleavage. Bucky has to tear his eyes away, feeling a sudden tightness in his trousers. “Anyway, Betty has almost broken both of her ankles in these ridiculous shoes. They’re something I should be looking at, not wearing.” You let yourself flop down into the backseat. Bucky chuckles and shuts your door, heading to the other side and sitting down beside you. You both put in your ear pieces and the driver starts the car.

“You guys ready?” Fury’s voice rings in your ear.

“Ready.” You say simultaneously. 

~~~

You both get out of the car, Bucky offering his arm, which you take, before heading to the entrance. There are two huge – huge – men covering the doors. Alas, you keep your confident visage. You’re a criminal now, remember?

“I’m not Bucky anymore, ok?” Bucky whispers, face oh so close to yours. A shiver runs through you. “Call me soldier, tonight. I don’t care how stupid it is, that’s how I am – was – known.” You turn your face, unaware of how close you’d be to him.

“Ok.” You breathe. You carry on walking towards the front of what looks like an abandoned warehouse.

You see the men squint at Bucky, perhaps recognising him. Then look to you. It seems your outfit is enough to distract them as they look at each other and begin whistling and commenting. You roll your eyes to yourself.

“Soldat.” They both say, standing tall in front of who they think is still the Winter Soldier. Bucky simply glares at them. “And who’s this treat?” One of them says, turning to you.

“Betty Smalls, pleased to meet you.” You smile seductively through your lashes, clinging to Bucky’s arm, one hand upon his chest.

“The pleasure is all ours, sweetheart.” You cringe at them but keep up the act.

“She’s with me.” Bucky deadpans to them. They both clear their throats, stepping to the side and opening the doors for them. You blow a kiss as you walk through, turning to wink at the other. God, men are so easy to fool in a tight dress and lipgloss.

You head down some stairs, turning left at the bottom and, there it is, above another door, a neon sign with the words “the KillOut” in glowing red.

‘Here we go.” You say to Bucky. He gives you a tight-lipped smile.

“Betty.” He says.

“Soldier.” And with that, he opens the door and you’re exposed to an entirely different world. A world full of people, criminals, who look just like anyone else would in a club. You keep your cool as Bucky leads you to the bar. There are many eyes on the two of you, whispers between everybody and the Winter Soldier and his girl walk through. All Bucky has to do is look at someone with his intense stare and they’ll move out the way. It’s kinda hot, you think to yourself.

“An old fashioned for me and a pornstar martini for the lady.” Bucky says to the bartender. You flash him a ‘seriously?’ look and he just winks back at you. So does the bartender when he hands you your glass. 

You take your drinks and Bucky stares a couple out of their seats in a booth in the corner of the bar. You have the view of the whole place from where you are. 

“There.” Bucky says, eyeing a man who’s just walked in, sitting himself at the bar. “That’s our guy.”

“You’ve located him?” Fury asks through the comms.

“Apparently so. But that is not who I was expecting.” His flamboyant style consists of a deep burgundy/pink suit, with, no doubt real, rhinestone detailing along his collar and lapels. His black suede boots have at least a two inch heel to them. His cheekbones shimmer under the dim lighting with highlight and his red eyeliner perfectly compliments his devilish looks. As well as that, you notice the way he crosses one leg over the other and delicately stirs his drink while eyeing up the bartender.

“Well, I never.” You say, leaning back into your seat and folding your arms.

“Ok, go and order me another drink and flirt with him. Our best option is for you to seduce him so we can get him alone.” You laugh a little too loudly and have to cover your mouth at his suggestion. He looks extremely confused at your outburst. “What?”

“I think you mean you need to seduce him.” You shortly reply.

“Excuse me?” He questions, sitting more upright to face you.

“Are you kidding me? Even a blind person could see that he’s oh, so clearly, gay, Barnes.” You're smiling excessively and his mouth has dropped. You smirk and prop his jaw back up so his mouth is shut. “What are you waiting for? Go get him, tiger.”

“Oh, I don’t think so, Y/L/N. I see what you’re doing. You’re trying to humiliate me, hit on this guy for your amusement. It’s not going to work. Now just go so we can get this mission over with.” You sigh at his ignorance, although that would be a good prank. Maybe another time.

“No, Buck, I’m not doing anything. Look at the guy. He’s one Madonna song away from voguing across the floor.” Your state. 

“Criminals can be over the top, you know? Just remember Zemo and his purple pimp coat.” He quips.

“Ok. What about the fact that he’s practically drooling over the bartender?” Your question is aimed rhetorically. Bucky is clearly struggling for an answer and the two of you become stuck in an intense staring contest. Neither planning on breaking first.

“Status report, guys? How’re we lookin’?” Fury asks.

“Bucky can’t accept the fact that our guy is clearly gay as all hell and is trying to get me to seduce him.” You reply, still not breaking eye contact.

“Wait, so let me get this straight. You two have gone to a bar, got yourselves a drink, sat yo’ asses down and have been arguing over whether the incredibly dangerous criminal we’re trying to capture is into fuckin’ men or women? Are you fucking kidding me?” Suddenly, Fury’s words send yours and Bucky’s eyes back to your target. “Get your heads together, agents, and will one of you, for the love of God, go and flirt with the enemy.” Fury cuts off and you’re left in silence. Bucky leans back in his seat and you raise a brow at him.

“Go. You heard the guy. Now, go ‘n’ flirt with the enemy.” He smirks. 

“Fine. I’ll go over. I’m going to have so much fun proving you wrong. My gaydar is never off.” You hold your glass up to Bucky as he scoffs, and saunter over to your target, who you know as Mr. Argot Boughley.

“Hey, honey. Saw you from the other side of the bar. Thought you looked lonely.” You wink at him and take a sip from your glass.

“Oh, I’m sorry babe, I’m not-”

“Oh, no, I know.” You cut the man off, chuckling. “I can tell a man’s man from a mile off. My friend, he’s shy, you see. But sweet as sugar once you get past the murderous tendency, am I right?” You point your glass towards Bucky, to which Argot’s eyes follow. You see him looking confused in his shadowy confinement of the corner booth. “Cute, right?”

“Mmm, as a puppy. I bet he looks good with blood on his hands.” He comments, side eyeing you with a smirk.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” You play along. Whatever gets him captured and proves Bucky wrong. “He likes a confident guy. I’ll send him your way, shall I? You two look hot together, I can already tell.”

“Tell him I’ll have a drink, and maybe something more, waiting for him.” He winks, biting his lip as he drinks Bucky’s form with his eyes. You walk smugly over to Bucky and sit yourself back in the booth. He looks concerned.

“Well? Did he fall for you or not? Should get back over there so you can get him alone.” Bucky says, to which you just giggle.

“Oh, baby boy. Sweet, naive, baby Bucky. That man over there is as straight as a roundabout. I’m not doing anything for him, but I told him I’d send you over. And he’s got a drink waiting for you.” Bucky’s eyes widen at your words, and you relish in his confusion. He has no words coming out of his open mouth.

“He’s really gay, huh?” Bucky weakly accepts his defeat and you grin in response as he makes eye contact with Argot, who holds up the drink he’s ordered.

“Time to shine, Barnes. Get your gay on. And, whatever you do, don’t fuck it up.”

He takes a breath and, shaking his head at you, stands himself up and heads over to Argot. You sit back and let the scene in front of you unfold. 

Argot begins by caressing Bucky’s thigh and continuously leaning closer to him. To begin with, you’re chuckling to yourself, thinking of the things you’ll be able to tell the team when you get back, but Bucky seems surprisingly believable when he also leans closer to Argot. Bucky’s hand roams Argot’s thigh and torso, as he grins and charms the pants off of Argot. You find yourself frowning at the two of them, unsure of the twang of jealousy that creeps through you. Their faces grow closer and closer and, before you know it, they share a short, but sweet kiss. 

Props to Bucky for the commitment, though you now find yourself wanting another drink. A strong one.

You can’t help the way your jaw drops when Argot begins leading Bucky away from the bar and through a doorway that you assumed led to the bathroom. Clearing your throat and trying to look as discrete and nonchalant as possible, you follow shortly after. It’s acting. Bucky’s acting. So, why did your jealousy feel so real?

When you turn the corner, you’re met with a corridor littered with doors, each to a different room. They must be for everyone’s criminal meetings. Or, whatever. You roll your eyes at your internal monologue and talk into your comm.

“Buck, if you can answer me, which room are you in?” No response.

You start heading slowly down the corridor, hand lightly atop the blade tucked neatly beneath your dress. Your head is lowered, trying to focus on and make out the sounds coming from each room. And there were a lot. Yelling, negotiating, probably murdering, moaning, the lot, and then there it is. A deep thud. And a muffled ‘goddamnit’ from Bucky. 

“Bingo.” You say, staring at room 22. You groan when you find that the door is locked. You’re pressed up against it to see if you can hear anything else going on, when it’s unlocked and you go stumbling into Bucky.

“Steady.” He chuckles as you straighten yourself up. He shuts the door and locks it again. “Careful, I think you’re starting to fall for me.” He smirks, hands proudly on his hips. Your throat is dry but you manage a dirty look his way.

“What did you do to him?” You ask when you turn your focus to Argot. He’s out like a light.

“A simple dose of my fist in his face. Trust me, he’ll be out for hours.” He gets to work tying Argot’s hands behind his back, ready to get him out of here and most likely shut the rest of the club down.

“Huh, good work I guess.”

“I was going to keep him around for a bit longer to see if I could get some information out of him first but, uh. He, uh… He tried to…” Bucky’s stuttering like crazy and your grinning, arms crossed, head tilted, ready for him to admit his wrong. “He tried to kiss me. Again. And more. I don’t know, it was a reflex. But, whatever, you, uh, you were right.” He mumbles the last part and turns away sheepishly.

“I’m so sorry, Barnes, I missed that last part. I was what?” You move closer to him and wait for him to say it to your face.

“You were right about Argot.” He mumbles again.

“Nope, sorry. Didn’t catch that.” Suddenly his eyes grow wide and you’re slammed against the wall. His body is firmly pressed against yours, faces mere inches apart and breathing heavily. Your heart rate has most certainly doubled.

“I said, princess, that you. Were. Right.” His eyes bore into your soul and you honestly can’t tell any of your emotions apart anymore.

“That’s all I wanted to hear.” You squeak.

“But don’t get me wrong. You may have been right about Argot,” Oh no, his cocky voice is out. “but don’t think I didn’t notice the way your fist clenched around your glass when he touched me, or how you couldn’t bear the sight of him leaning in towards me, even more so when he kissed me. Bet you wished it was your hands, your lips, on me, huh?”

You’re speechless. He’s right. How can he be right? You take in a sharp breath and dare yourself to look into his piercing eyes.

“In your dreams, Barnes.” You just about make a sound. A very unconvincing one. So much so, Bucky chuckles at your weak excuse for a response. He brings his hand to caress your cheek.

“Babygirl, you can deny this all you want, but I sure as hell was picturing your lips when he kissed me. Darlin’ it’s the only way I could do it. Be honest, you’ve never thought about it? About this, about us? Tell me you haven’t, and I’ll back away right now.” He lowers himself to release his deep voice into your ear. “Right now.”

You’ve never wanted a man so bad. And you hate yourself for it.

You turn yourself to look at him, lust blanketing over both of you like a storm. A surge of emotions and desire, now taking over. “I hate you. Come here.” You grab his face and pull him to your lips. The kiss is deep, passionate, messy, and long overdue. 

Finally, the pent up tension that you’d each been denying is being released. And it couldn’t be hotter. Your hands roam each other like it’s life or death, just wanting to feel each other. Everywhere. Your lips don’t stop. Then he starts kissing, nipping and licking your neck, forcing moans from you. You pull his hips into you and his hard on presses up into you. You both groan and look into each other's eyes. He begins grinding against you and you resume the kiss, now peppered with moans in between. You tug on his hair and he releases an almost feral sound. You smirk up at him. He does the same in return as he slips his hand beneath your dress and lets his hands roam over your soaked panties.

“All this for me?” He whispers, nipping at your ear. The sensation of him rubbing the thin fabric over your clit has you arching and moaning against him. “Doll, I don’t know how I’ve gone this long without fucking you. I’ve thought about it, ya know? By myself. In bed, in the shower. But I knew my hand would never feel as good as you would wrapped around me. It’ll never be as good as having my cock inside that pretty pussy of yours. Isn’t that right, baby?” 

You’re a mess. From his words, from his actions. This man is going to ruin you. And you’re going to let him.

“Yes.” You gasp. “Bucky, fuck, thought about you too. Touched myself thinking ‘bout you. But this is so much better.” You palm his erection over his trousers and he groans deeply into your neck.

“Fuck, baby.” He breathes.

“By the way, I’m still gonna tell everyone about how I was right about Argot.”

“I swear, I’m-”

“Agents? It’s been a while. What the hell is going on over there and please, for the sake of my sanity, tell me that motherfucker is caught now.” Nick’s voice yells at both of you, clearly unaware of anything. Your hand flies to cover your mouth. You can’t help the chuckle that escapes your lips, and Bucky does the same. He brings his hand to his ear.

“Everything’s fine. We’ve got the guy. He’s down and ready to be brought back. You can send the other agents in to shut this place down.” Bucky replies. Cool, calm and collected. Like nothing else was going on.

“Finally. What in the hell took you so long?” Fury bites back.

“Uh, yeah, sorry about that. Things got a little… harder than we expected.” You roll your hips against Bucky and he clenches his jaw not to make a sound.

“Fine. Well, at least it’s done. Good work. You can head back to the compound now.”

You’re left in a silence, eyes devouring each other. Hungry for each other

Bucky leans back down to you, a growling undertone to his words “Guess we’ve gotta finish what we started back at the compound. I can’t wait to be inside you, doll.”

“Excuse me?” Fury’s voice is back and both your eyes widen. 

“Shit.”

#bucky #Bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes fic #Bucky Barnes angst #Bucky Barnes smut #marvel #marvel fic #winter soldier #angellbarnes 30 day writing challenge #day 2

[dreadsuitsamus]

Kensei Muguruma x Reader Blurb 2

more cuddling with kensei, but... a lil bit spicier this time. kensei x fem!reader, selfship coded, nsfw, male-receiving oral

cuddling on the couch with kensei... he's watching his favorite show (bar rescue) and you're snuggled into his side, rubbing his thigh absentmindedly while his big hand is curled against the curve of your waist. you're bored, he's got his attention elsewhere, and so to entertain yourself, you slide your hand up his thigh, traveling the touch more inwards and massaging much closer to his resting cock than before. there's no visceral reaction, but you're certainly on his radar now as his fingers flex against you, just a tad. humming in an effort to maintain an image of innocence, your hand lingers at that same spot for a moment as you pretend to give a damn about what's on tv. it's an interesting show, you suppose, though after two full hours of watching it, your mind craves a change of pace.

kensei shifts, spreading his legs open just a tad wider with a hefty exhale through his nose. if there were ever a man to manspread, it's your dear husband. and it's perfect, you've got a perfect view of the outline his cock leaves in those dreadful cargo shorts he just won't stop wearing (admittedly, the pockets are useful) and now your hand glides right over it, palming the length and marveling at just how solid it is. your husband was certainly blessed in his genetics.

he's big and strong from head to toe, and the hand on your side squeezes your soft flesh roughly. it's a warning sign, but one you always ignore; you're more than prepared to face any consequences.

applying pressure with your fingers, just a little, you slowly work the length beneath the pesky layers of clothes over it. his cock is so solid beneath you, so heavy that if he slapped it on your face you'd likely get a black eye. it'd be worth it though, if not for the explanation you'd have to give your concerned coworkers at their inquiries!

kensei sucks his teeth and shifts again, with what sounds like a growl rumbling his chest rather than a simple exhale. he rolls his neck, bouncing the thigh his cock isn't resting on. you're so impatient, you little brat, he doesn't know why he puts up with—

yes he does. he's a man.

"i'm watching. my show." he growls between gritted teeth. warning sign number two.

it may as well just be a sign to keep on going.

"i'm just snuggling my man." you scoff, an attitude in your voice and indignant even in the face of being absolutely wrong and entirely caught red-handed, not that you attempted to hide anything to begin with.

"right."

your smirk is hidden into his chest when he pulls you closer to him. he's such a sucker for your whims. and it's kensei's free hand that pops open his shorts, tugging his half-hard cock out while his other hand slides up your warm skin to cradle the back of your head for the briefest, gentlest moment before applying pressure that pushes your head down towards his lap.

maybe he can multitask.

"can you gag quietly?" kensei mutters, fingers curled around the back of your delicate neck as he taps the volume button upwards, and you scoff around his length in your mouth. he's so ungrateful, really.

you make no such effort to hush up. in fact, you deploy every tactic your brain can muster up to be louder, wetter, and that much more pleasing to your husband. saliva dribbles down your chin, soon soaking kensei's balls with every bob of your head that forces more out of your stretched lips. the purple-ish head of his cock brushes the back of your throat and you pull back, noisily slurping his pre up and spitting it all back onto him.

before you can swoop down again, this time the idea of lavishing his large, heavy balls on your mind, kensei's roughly tackling you down to the floor. a quick glimpse of the tv reveals the end of the marathon, and the roll of your eyes is painful as your not-so-sneaky husband murmurs into your ear.

"i guess i see things your way now."

#kensei muguruma x you #kensei muguruma x reader #kensei imagine #kensei bleach #kensei x reader #kensei x you #bleach imagine #nsft

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Would Things Be Easier If There Was A Right Way

Pairing: Dilf!Bucky Barnes x Teacher!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: they argue so everyone's a lil sad for a bit but it's okay

Genre: It couldn't be ALL fluff in this series now could it? (it could but where's the fun in that) have some angst fluffy ending though because I'm soft for Dilf Bucky

Summary: It's not always smooth sailing with your boyfriend, sometimes you get into disagreements even when you're on the same side

***

As you walk quickly down the street to your local cafe you tug your jacket a little closer to your body. It's not yet so cold that walking is unbearable but when the wind picks up you're reminded that winter is getting closer. It's a professional day for the county so although it's a Wednesday, the kids are out of school today. You've been using the day to catch up on putting in grades and decided it was time for a break. That's what brings you to the line at your favorite place to get coffee. You order a warm drink and a pastry, finding a seat near the window to enjoy your little snack. You watch idly from your spot as people walk by the giant window, all of them rushing to get out of the windy weather and to their destinations. You frown to yourself when you notice a little girl that looks to be by herself across the street from your cafe. You glance around curiously, instinct causing you to worry when you don't see any adult who seems to be particularly watching after the child. Your mild concern turns to full on worry when you catch a glimpse of the child's face that makes you gasp. That little girl looks an awful lot like Lily. When she turns again you realize it is Lily and you're out of your seat without a second thought. You cross the street as quickly as you can and call out to her.

"Lily!" Her head snaps to you and she meets you with a smile as you walk over to her.

"Oh hi, y/n. Boy am I glad to see you." She says with a huff.

"What on earth are you doing here Lily?" You frown, crouching beside her.

"Well I was supposed to go to the library with daddy today but when I woke up he was gone and I tried to wait, I even called him, but after a while, I figured I would just go without him because I thought he forgot about me."

"Are you telling me you tried to go to the library by yourself? How did you plan to do that?" You blink at her.

"Well I've been enough times I thought it'd be easy, but I'm pretty sure I took the wrong bus." She frowns.

"You got on a public bus alone?!"

"Well I can't drive. How else was I supposed to get there?" She shrugs.

"You were supposed to wait for an adult to take you. You don't even have a bus pass."

"I don't but I have an allowance and the bus takes coins."

"Lily sweetie you are entirely too young to be galavanting around the city without an adult. You should know better."

"Matilda was going to the library at like five. I'm twice that." She pouts.

"Matilda is a fictional character in a movie made before you were born, the fact that her family just let her wander around is not something you should be envious of little flower. It was bad." You frown. You let out a sigh and shake your head, "I'm going to call your dad and we'll see about getting you home." You tell her pulling out your phone. You dial Bucky's number quickly and sigh again when it goes to voicemail. "Well daddy didn't answer so we're going to go back to my apartment and wait for him to call back." You tell her. Lily grabs your hand and the two of you make the short trek back to your apartment. You set her up with a bowl of goldfish and some cartoons while you wait for Bucky to call you back. You're kind of in disbelief that she hopped on a bus by herself and somehow ended up in your neighborhood safely. It's almost an hour later when your phone rings.

"Hey y/n, you called me?" Bucky says when you pick up the phone.

"I did! Are you home?" You ask.

"Just walking to the door now how did you know?"

"Well I just wanted to let you kn-"

"Wait a second why is my door open?" He mutters.

"Oh I thi-"

"Hang on doll, I left Lily to take care of something and the door was open when I got back." Bucky says quietly. You can hear him calling out for Lily as he walks through the house, each unanswered call making the next a bit more frantic.

"Bucky?" You call him after a few minutes.

"Sorry y/n I just- Lily is missing. She's not here and I-"

"James she's not missing. She's with me. That's why I called you." You finally manage to tell him.

"What is she doing with you?"

"Well the story goes she got impatient waiting for you so she tried to take herself to the library and took the wrong bus. I was out and happened to see her across the street so brought her to my apartment." You explain.

"She got on a bus? By herself?!" Bucky's voice gets a bit louder when he asks that.

"I'm as surprised as you are. Did you want me to bring her to you or are you going to come get her?"

"I'll come there. Give me like 20 minutes." Bucky says.

"Alright, just text or call when you get here." You tell him. He hums an affirmative before hanging up. "Lily, that was your dad, he's on his way to pick you up." You tell her.

"Am I in trouble?" Lily asks quietly.

"Well, I can't say for sure but probably. You left without an adult and didn't tell your dad or any of your guardians- you really worried him." You tell her.

"I just wanted to go to the library." She pouts.

"The library isn't going anywhere. I'm sure your father will never let you out of his sight again but he can still take you. Maybe just, not today." You offer kindly. A little over twenty minutes later you get a text from Bucky saying he's downstairs. You take Lily down to where Bucky is standing, leaning against his car. He scoops Lily into his arms quickly, hugging her tightly before pulling back to look at her.

"Don't you ever do something like this again Lily do you understand me?" He says sternly. Bucky tugs open the door of the car and starts to buckle her into her booster seat.

"I just wanted to go to the library daddy." Lily pouts at him.

"You know better than to leave the house without me or one of your uncles. What were you thinking?"

"I've ridden the bus before!"

"Not alone! Look we will talk about this when we get home." Bucky sighs standing up and closing the door to the car. "This girl will be the death of me." Bucky shakes his head.

"She's a curious one for sure." You muse.

"I can't believe you didn't get in touch with me when you realized she was wandering by herself. A text or something, this was an emergency."

"An emergency? That's an exaggeration I think. Besides, I called you and you didn't answer remember? I didn't think it was necessary to blow up your phone because she was sitting on my couch eating goldfish and therefore she was safe. It's not like she was in any danger."

 "It isn't for you to decide what's an emergency. You aren't her mother. Lily's safety is my responsibility." Bucky snaps. Your eyes widen momentarily before your face sets into a frown.

"Yeah I- I know I'm not her mother, I'm not trying to be but I've also known her for over a year and was her teacher so I thought that since you weren't reachable I would be considered a responsible adult who can be trusted with Lily's safety. I guess won't make that back mistake again." You cross your arms, confused as to why he lashed out at you. Your words hang in the air for a moment before Bucky lets out a sigh.

"Y/n-" Bucky reaches for you but you step back away from his reach.

"I have to, finish putting in grades so I'm going to go back up to my apartment. I'm just glad nothing happened to your daughter before I found her." You say. You turn around and walk back towards your apartment before Bucky can say anything. You almost want to look back at him as you walk away but you will yourself not to, sure you'll lose your resolve if you do. You almost think maybe it's a bit much for you to be upset about this, you want to be understanding, but you can't help taking his response personally. Back in your apartment, you try to focus your attention on work. Everything takes you much longer than usual but you do manage to get it done eventually, even with Bucky's scathing words ringing in the back of your mind. 

~

When the bell rings, you glance at the clock with surprise.

"Alright kids everyone grab your bookbags. Make sure your homework is written down, I'll see you all tomorrow!" You say and your kids are quick to pack up. You set yourself up at your desk to do some work while the kids trickle out to meet their parents and get on their buses. A knock on your doorframe causes you to look up from your computer.

"James." Surprise is clear in your tone as you pull your glasses off of your face.

"Hi, hope I'm not interrupting." He says quietly as he walks in with one arm behind his back.

"Not particularly, the school day is over. What are you doing here?" You stand from your desk to meet him halfway.

"Apologizing." Bucky's arm comes out from behind him, a bouquet of flowers in hand. "I was, way out of line last week. I was really stressed over the fact that Lily had done something so risky and I took it out on you which I shouldn't have done and I'm sorry."

"It's alright James." You say, taking the flowers from him.

"It's not alright. I hurt you, I saw that the minute I said it and I never want to do that to you. If it weren't for you we'd probably be having a very different conversation about Lily that day. I didn't even thank you, I was busy drawing lines in the sand because of my own fears-" Bucky trails off with a strange look.

"Fears?" You prompt curiously.

"Lily adores you. Truthfully it worries me sometimes. I mean of course I want her to get along with the person I'm seeing but, you're also the first person I've dated since she came home. I- I worry that if things go south, if I screw this up, Lily's going to get hurt in the crossfire." He frowns.

"Neither of us can predict the future, but I can say that if you let your insecurities rule your life that way you won't be able to enjoy things even if they do last." You offer, "and don't assume you're going to screw things up. I really like you Bucky, and I understand this is new to you but building trust has to start somewhere."

"I know- you're right and I do trust you, this is just- all very new to me and it's intimidating. How much I care about you, how much Lily cares too."

"And we'll figure it out, but we'll do it together." You say placing a hand on his arm comfortingly.

"You are so much more than anything I could've expected." Bucky whispers.

"Don't say that like you don't deserve me." You warn him. Bucky chuckles.

"How did you- maybe you know me more than I thought." He hums.

"I'm learning." You smile and Bucky laughs again.

"Lily's in the car so I have to go, but I'll call you. Okay?" Bucky says.

"Okay. That's fine. Go be a dad." You joke. Bucky laughs as he leaves your classroom. You know relationships aren't always easy but if this is how you and Bucky resolve arguments you honestly think things will be just fine. Even though he's worried for nothing.

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[moodymisty]

in the moody misty to request tech receiving a bj with unexpected deep throating… unless you’ve done smth similar pls link!! <33

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Author's note: In regards to Tech blowies I do have this one, but I'm a bona fide Tech stan, so here's a lil' somethin somethin~

Relationships: Tech/GN!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Oral(male receiving), A tiny bit of surprise deepthroating

"Tech… Are you seriously not done reading all of that yet?"

It's the third time you've called his name, watching as he scrolls through document after research document on his datapad. His legs are covered by a thin GAR regulated blanket while that same blanket covers most of your body, leaning on your side and watching him. The others were off getting some food from the mess hall, meanwhile Tech decided instead to take a nap and you'd decided to stick around with him; Though it seemed nap apparently equaled to some 'light' reading. Kind of ironic, given out of everyone, you’d say Tech and Hunter needed rest the most.

"I'll be done momentarily."

Momentarily, he says. He’d said that ten minutes ago, and he said he was ‘almost done’ another ten minutes before that.

Call yourself impatient, but you're more than done waiting around for him to finish reading, whatever he's reading.

"You said that half an hour ago. Quit reading that silly trivia."

He almost instantly moves to defend his academic pursuits, as if it’s more concerning to him than whatever you’re getting up to.

Slipping down beneath the covers with Tech barely even notices your vanishing, as he’s too busy writing a note in his datapad to notice your outline shuffle over his left leg and in-between his knees. If he's not going to take a nap like he'd said, then you might as well also find something to keep you busy.

"It is not ‘silly’! Manaan is an incredibly ancient and secretive planet where very few outsiders have ever been able to vis-" He quickly stops once he fully realizes you've vanished, and feels the brushing of your body along his legs. His body adjusts and unconsciously his thighs spread just a bit to avoid squeezing you, which ends up working perfectly in your favor.

"What are you doing? I still haven't finish rea-"

Tech doesn't even have a chance to inquire about what you're up to before he feels your hands pulling at the groin of his flightsuit, clearly attempting to fish out his cock. He doesn’t really need to ask at this point, as your curious hands have more than made your ideas obvious.

He might've attempted to say your name and tell you to stop, that the barracks wasn't the place for this, but he doesn't have the time before you finally win your fight against his body glove and wrap a hand around his cock, feeling him twitch in your palm; Already wanting for more.

Gentle fingers wrapped around him he's hardening in your hand while you lean your mouth down to press your lips against his already leaking tip, listening to him let out a shaky moan. Gently wrapping your hand around what your mouth can’t handle you lick and suck until it feels like every inch of him is covered in your spit, his one leg giving a short kick; Heel digging into the thin mattress.

You hear something topple, and you can only assume that it's his datapad falling to the ground.

There's another noise; His head clearly thumping against the wall as your lips move further down along his cock, tongue pressed against the underside. A hand blindly feels along his own body looking for you, attempting to grasp at your wrist.

"The door isn't locked anyone could-"

Ignoring him and moaning as you take as much of him into your mouth as you can, his hips move and twitch while he grits his teeth. His cock twitches hot in your mouth, the salty taste of precum on your tastebuds.

Part of you might've almost wanted someone to come in; Considering how delightfully evil it would be to watch Tech have to hide and put himself back together in order to avoid getting caught completely red-handed.

Grasping his thighs with your hands you move your head just a little hit faster, teasing the tip of his cock with your tongue before dragging it along the underside of his shaft.

His lips suddenly sputter out your name, overwhelmed by the intense heat of your wet mouth.

Overtop of the thin blanket that's laying over your body, suddenly Tech's hands press hard on the top of your head, making you let out a surprised noise. He forces your mouth farther down on his cock and your eyes widen, nails digging into his thighs as he pushes his cock deeper into your mouth and closer to your throat. Spit pools faster in your mouth as he presses against your tongue, some trailing down your chin. After the sudden motion his hands soften up a bit and lets your head pull back a tad, but his hips twitching upwards negate most of it. It's like he's almost desperately trying to fuck your face, cock hot and throbbing in your mouth.

If you'd known he was so desperate, you would've done this earlier.

"I, I'm going to-" He's so caught up in the clouds he barely has the mouth to sputter out any words, leaning forward his stomach tightening as he finishes in your mouth.

You have to swallow quite quickly given he's still unconsciously putting a bit of pressure on your head, but not enough to make you struggle for air. Once he's done and you hear his heavy pants, You slowly pull your lips off of his softening cock with a wet 'pop'.

Tech then shortly thereafter lifts the edge of the blanket up enough to spot your face, seeing your face between his legs as you attempt to wipe the mess of spit and cum from the corners of your mouth; As well as seeing a tear rolling down the side of your nose as an unconscious response from him brushing against the back roof of your mouth. He adjusts the position of his goggles with a finger, while speaking to you.

"Oh, I- My apologies; I didn't mean to get that, forceful." Wiping off your chin you look up, shadowed by the small tent you're in.

"Just give me a bit of a warning next time? Didn't know you were that bad up..." Tech wears a surprisingly sheepish expression, behind his googles.

"I, wasn't aware either."

Considering how much of a genius Tech is, you don't think it'll ever not be entertaining how easy it is to make him think with his cock instead of that big brain of his, as he just becomes completely gormless.

"So, are you finished reading now?" Tech looks at his datapad, which is indeed on the floor, and debates for a moment.

"Perhaps, I can finishing reading it during one of the mealtimes tomorrow." His interest officially peeled away from literature he starts to move and fully take off his body glove, meanwhile you crawl upward to steal a kiss.

#mywriting #tech x reader #tbb x reader #the bad batch x reader #Tech/Reader #gender neutral reader

[spaceratprodigy]

✏ WIP Wednesday ✏

Thank you for the tag @the-lastcall @captastra 💖💫

I haven't got any new drawings to share just yet! I'm taking a lil break to let my body and my brain rest. But I have been excitedly planning out the things I want to work on next and I genuinely can't wait! Not putting pressure on myself, but I've been super excited to work on some smaller oc stuff, some au stuff, and hopefully I'll have the energy to make some fun things for Halloween this year! :3

I haaaave been messing around with some quick ideas in my notes app tho, so I can share those today at least. Hope y'all like reading! 👇

🔍 — Detective au

"Maximillian, could you hand me that?" she asked, a soft teasing in her voice.

Max reached for the seasoning his companion pointed at, their fingers brushing against each other during the hand-off. Losing himself only for a moment thinking about the way his name sounded on her lips.

"I've never cooked anything like this on my own" he said, holding his head over the pot to take in the aroma.

"It's never too late to learn" Faith practically sang. "Thank you, again. For helping, I mean."

Max's eyes softened looking at her, the smile on her face was genuine. One she had hardly shown during their time together on this case. He wanted to spend every day in this kitchen with her, seeing her glow like this.

"Salami soup is an interesting choice, I've never heard of it before tonight. I'm sure yours is quite the delicacy." He meant it sincerely, but couldn't resist trying to get another playful smile out of her with flattery.

He began cleaning up the mess they had made while prepping. Carefully moving the knives and cutting boards to the sink, wiping up any straggling ingredients that didn't quite make it to the pot, turning down the volume of her little kitchen radio. The way she couldn't resist dancing along to the tunes she liked filled Max's heart with a feeling he still didn't quite understand yet. One he was afraid to acknowledge.

Faith looked at him with a comfort she'd never felt before. She ladled up some broth, offering him a taste. Her smile only growing when he winced from the heat, but agreeing it was quite delicious. She didn't expect to become so fond of her new partner, even less did she think the man she met her first day on this case would enjoy the quality time as much as she did. She heard the whispers about him, the warnings, but that clearly wasn't the man that stood before her.

Faith looked back at her pot with a tired expression.

"Funnily enough, there were quite a few of us in the same crowd who had grandparents or parents that came from Puerto Rico. It was a dish we all knew well, we loved talking about the differences in our family recipes" she stirred slowly, the sounds of the kitchen becoming drowned out by her thoughts.

"But weirdly, we all knew it as Spanish Soup! What a coincidence our parents all had the same name for it" she let out a short, quiet laugh. The corners of her mouth perking up, but her eyes unchanged, fixed on the simmering.

"Not quite the right name for it, though, but a weirdly consistent one. I'm not sure if it was a language barrier translation or what..."

Faith began trailing off and mumbling, not necessarily talking to Max anymore so much as she was reminiscing to herself about mundane moments from her past.

"Sopa de salchichon" she breathed, her voice almost inaudible.

"Is it a favorite of yours?" Max asked, trying to bring her back to reality. A slight bit concerned by her sudden change in tone.

Faith blinked.

"One of them, yes. But not my absolute favorite by any means" Faith began thinking about when she should make Max cook potato soup with her next. "It brings me some comfort, though."

"Does it, now?"

"Unfortunately, yes. My dad used to make it all the time" her voice had no enthusiasm in it anymore. She inspected her brightly colored concoction carefully. "He never did figure out how to cook the potatoes all the way through."

She attempted to ladle up a little bit of everything, admiring how warm it looked. Salami. Potatoes. Pasta. Onions. They radiated in their bath of popping reds, oranges, and yellows. She looked as if she was going to give it a taste, herself, but dropped it gently back into the pot.

The shift in her attitude worried Max, who was unsure of the direction this topic was heading.

"Were you close with your father?" he finally asked.

Faith was silent for a moment.

And another moment.

And another.

Max had realized too late the weight of his question when he heard Faith start sniffling.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't.. I didn't mean to overstep-" his own voice coming out and wavering before he had time to think.

He took a step towards her, immediately wanting to make it better, wanting to go back just a few minutes ago when she was smiling and dancing around the kitchen. Not knowing how to fix it, how to comfort her, not knowing her boundaries and not wanting to cross them.

Faith wouldn't look at him, the hot tears broke through and were running down her cheeks. Her eyes stung. She was desperately trying to dry her face.

"N-no, you're fine.. you didn't.." she was trying to speak, but her cracking voice wouldn't cooperate "M-max.." she wanted to reassure him he didn't do anything wrong.

Finally, she looked at him. Max had never seen her like that before. It made his heart sink in his chest. Instinctively reaching his arms towards her before he realized what he was doing. His hand so close to cradling her cheek when–

"Fuck!" — "Jesus Christ!" they exclaimed in unison.

The intrusive ringing of her home phone made them jump. Stunning the partners in place, left staring at each other and wondering what was about to happen between them.

📿 — Midnight Mass au [previous tidbit]

The light of the morning sun kissed her skin with a comforting warmth. The scent of honeysuckle on the faint breeze. It was peaceful. Normally she would have considered this the perfect start to her day.

Today, however, was far from perfect.

The gentleness of it all, it mocked her. How can the sky be so clear, the gardens blooming so beautifully, the children laughing so innocently. How can it go on when a storm was about to blow through. A storm no one else was going to feel, to even know was happening.

Faith felt her heart cracking and crumbling. She didn't know how she was supposed to do this.

Trying to keep her breaths calm, she continued pacing around the road she knew like the back of her hand. The one she often walked with a confident stride. Today, it was a walk of shame. Guilt. Her choices finally catching up with her.

Faith plucked a small flower from a neighbor's garden, hoping they weren't around to notice. She began pulling off the petals one by one, trying to keep her shaky, fidgeting hands occupied. It was so delicate between her fingers, so pretty.

It frustrated her.

Not because it had done anything in particular to upset her. She just wanted somewhere to direct her own internal conflict, and the little flower in her hands was the closest casualty.

Faith's heart began beating hard when the church began peeking into view. She swallowed hard, not realizing how dry her throat had become.

How do I tell him?

It was her one place of solace. She was kind, caring, reserved, but never cold. Faith tried her best to be an active member in her community, but it was still a bit out of her comfort zone at times to put such a strain on her social battery. Even more so when her Hiram had left for war.

She enjoyed the solitude of the church. She enjoyed even more what she never expected to find in it.

The last thing Faith thought she'd ever learn about herself, was that she didn't actually marry the love of her life. That becoming more involved in her local church would lead her down a blasphemous path.

An adulterous one.

Finally standing before the building in question, Faith took a moment to admire the architecture. It was a stunning building, a real work of art.

She began her trek up the stairs. The weight growing on her feet with every step. It was agonizing.

With the town's vicar, no less.

Faith felt light headed when she reached the top. Her ears were ringing, darkness was peering in from her peripheral vision.

What greater sin could we have committed?

The doors were open, the morning air saving the church from its usual stuffiness. The sun rays beaming in through the stained glass windows, illuminating the space with colors and dust particles alike. Faith had eyes for only one thing that stood in that room.

Vicar Maximillian DeSoto, very carefully tending to the appearance within his church's walls.

Faith's cheeks were hot, no doubt turning red just at the sight of him. Her heart fluttered in a way no one, not even her Hiram, ever made her feel. She never quite believed in soul mates, until she met Max, and they realized they were meant to be together. Unable to bear being apart from each other's side for too long.

Faith felt the tears welling up in her eyes, not knowing how she's supposed to have this conversation with him. Not knowing what news she was supposed to tell him first.

That she was carrying his child.

Or that her husband just returned home.

🚀 — Canon (summary; not the actual wip)

Faith has an emotional moment (more like an existential crisis) in Phin's lab regarding having been spontaneously dropped into Halcyon to fend for herself + an identity crisis about who she was and who she now has to be. Finding unexpected comfort in him being the only person who believes and understands her complicated existence.

They have a proper heart to heart and Phineas apologizes for the mess he's thrown Faith into without warning or preparation, finally filling her in on what the hell is going on.

Phin confesses that during the unthawing process he saw some things that gave him a clue about Faith's past. Being concerned for her wellbeing, he brings up the uncomfortable information he discovered. His new friend, quite unhappy with him, was hoping to put as much distance as possible between her past on Earth and her newfound identity.

#anywayssss 🤭 #hehehehe #faith and max #my writing #shout out to the couple of y'all that let me ramble like a madman abt my ideas lmao

[elvisabutler]

1k angst prompt “Did you really think it’d be that easy?” With your Elvis! Selkie au please

and never again i'll go sailing

fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: t with brief implications of sex pairing: elvis presley x female reader word count: 4069 warnings: mentions of seal skin. me playing fast and loose with selkie myth. jerry is a werewolf. mention of gambling. mentions of the colonel. mentions of elvis's poor health. mentions of implied violence against other people. the reader briefly being concerned about violence against her. elvis's anger issues. fights in pools. author’s note: thank you for this anon! i apologize for how long you had to wait because i had a whole issue trying to write this. i do enjoy how it turned out and i hope if you're still reading this that you enjoy reading it! this was done for my 1k gala that's been closed since march, based on angst line “did you really think it’d be that easy?” this is based on/in the same universe as the selkie au i wrote. not required to read it but it makes things make a lot more sense. y'all know the drill, real elvis or austin elvis works fine for this despite the moodboard. also seriously anyone who likes this au earns my undying adoration. i truly never thought anyone would enjoy this let alone multiple people so it delights me to see it. i also thrive on comments as usual and welcome them into my askbox.

As it turns out detangling a man who signed away his life under what you feel were dubious circumstances at best was harder than it looked. It's a fact you shouldn't be surprised about, you figure, after all, since the very moment you laid eyes on Colonel Tom Parker across the table with your eyes peering at him over your cards. You knew he wasn't perhaps the most honest of men. You know that carny men were always slippery as snakes when it came to business. Once upon a time you had run into a lawyer who- while a piss poor poker player was actually quite competent at his job. Problem was that you never had quite clarified with him what branch of law he specialized in. His business card didn't even help on that front either. A voice inside the back of your head reminds you to point that out to the man. Partially out of the goodness of your heart but also in the interest of keeping the man practicing and under gainful employment, just so you could use of his services if need be beyond this particular day.

"His contract- it's- it's not ironclad, there's some wiggle room but it's a tricky one to get out of." You end up opening and closing your mouth several times before the lawyer- Aiden, you think his name is, takes pity on you. "You didn't think this was going to be easy did you?"

Your face hardens just slightly, a fact both Elvis and Aiden pick up on before Elvis lays a comforting hand on your shoulder and squeezes.

"Down, darlin'," he says before leaning closer so that only you can hear his next words, "down my yittle seal wife. Ain't gonna do us any good to have get angry and start barkin'. Leave that to me."

Your chest shrinks down from the puffed out position you were in as you side eye him, your words coming out a harsh whisper, "Hard to bark if you haven't been able to shift."

It's a cruel comment that you at least partially regret the moment it leaves your mouth. Elvis's face had fallen, hurt coloring his features before he plasters a smile on his face and looks over at Aiden. "Can ya help me though? Get me outta this mess- this lil trap he's got me in?"

Aiden looks between the pair of you and the papers in front of him and exhales. "I can but you have to give me a bit of time. Especially if you want it done right."

"I'm supposed to go on a tour in a month," Elvis frowns, "that too tight of a timeframe for you?"

"Depends, is your girlfriend going to be the one I'm having to tell that to or you?" He tries to quip but you aren't as good at gambling as you are without recognizing a person's tells. There is no way he can do this in a month but he isn't about to admit it to both of you.

You manage a hint of a smile before shaking your head. "Oh no, you'll be telling Elvis that all on your own. I won't have a thing to do with it."

Aiden looks at you suspiciously but manages to compose himself well enough to make it so Elvis doesn't notice- or doesn't care to pay attention. You figure he can sense that you know what he's saying is complete horseshit but for the sake of everyone involved it's best to just let it sit for now. It's best to let things sit and not press lest something blow up in everyone's faces.

The meeting goes for another ten minutes but it feels almost closer to an hour before you find yourself walking out with Elvis, his arm around your waist pulling you close enough that his nose buries itself in your hair as he murmurs to you. "Ya think he was lyin'? Think it's gonna be that easy for him to get it done that quick?"

"We'll see," you answer as you step into the car, not wanting to crush his hopes just this once, "we'll see."

In hindsight, not telling Elvis might have done more harm than good as you come to realize after the fourth argument in less than two weeks between him and the Colonel. You figure it's about the fact that he wants to be let go from the contract without paying an arm, a leg and Graceland to this man but tonight you realize the real reason. You realize that yes it's partially about that but it's also about you. It's about the skin.

"I told ya we've got it safe. She's keepin' it safe like she's supposed ta. Like ya were supposed ta, ya goddamn toad." Elvis's words are muffled through the door but you don't dare walk in to your shared room just yet. Perhaps it's because you want to spy a little or perhaps you're worried about his mood being taken out on you, not that he's necessarily given you the indication that he ever would do that. Normally he might somehow sense you're on the other side of the door but today he doesn't. It's silent for a moment except for Elvis's breathing and you almost make the move to enter before you hear another yell.

"Jus'- jus' lookin' out for me. That's fuckin' rich. Might've started out that way but keepin' the damn thing away from me damn near killed me. Ya would've fuckin' killed me if she hadn't-" There's a brief pause before he launches back into his tirade again. "No, I don't care that she lied 'bout it. Hell, she was gonna come clean. She- it ain't like 'Cilla, she's it. She's it and I wouldn't've known if she hadn't won it from ya. Jus'- Stop goddamn actin' like ya care. Stop actin' like my daddy."

The slam of the phone makes you jump on the other side of the door and finally has you turning the doorknob to get inside. Elvis is angry, it's clear as day from the tension in his shoulders, the way his chest- his glorious chest- heaves up and down with heavy breaths. It's clear as day and makes you feel surprisingly a little skittish as you walk up to him and place your hand on his shoulder.

"Calm do-" you start to say before stopping yourself, and making it so Elvis turns to face you, "breathe."

There's something fascinating in the way that Elvis relaxes at the request. You've known he doesn't take orders from anyone, truly and that if he doesn't want to do something and it doesn't involve his fans and performing? Oh, he won't do it. He is the quintessential ideal of you can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink. But this time, in this case he relaxes so quickly that you can't help but smile and move to give him a kiss in a show of thanks.

You open up your mouth to ask him what that was about before he cuts you off, seemingly reading your mind. "I knew he wasn't gonna wanna let me go. Knew he'd hate ya 'cuz even when- even 'fore I knew ya had my skin he wasn't a fan of ya. Made it worse when I took my skin back from ya," your eyes tighten and water at the memory as Elvis continues, "and he told me that it wouldn't be easy. Told me comin' back that bein' wit' ya'd be hard as anythin' 'cuz I wouldn't know if ya wanted me even if ya couldn't control me. Didn't have my leash. And he jus' won't let it go. Won't admit to himself that he ain't gonna have me footin' his gamblin' bill and lifestyle much longer. I- I'm real thankful for everythin' he did but-"

"You want to be free. You want to do what you want with your career." You finish off his thought for him and move to cup his cheek. "You know you're going to get that, right? You know I'm not going to let him drag you back here. We're gonna get you untangled and we'll make plans to go to let you tour and I'll come with you. You'll get to swim in the Northern European waters. Get to swim in the Mediterranean."

Elvis's jaw tightens as he grips your wrist. "Yeah. If I can 'member how t' shift. Mama'd be embarrassed to see me strugglin' this bad."

A laugh, a small little chuckle leaves your lips as you shake your head. "From what I've heard she'd probably be more mad at the Colonel for keeping you from your skin for so long to cause it. You- You're putting too much thought into it."

Elvis hums before moving away from you. "Ya- Baby, Darlin', ya don't get it. Ya my yittle seal wife and ya got a goddamn seal who can't show off. Wanna let ya have me swim beside ya, wanna have ya watch me swim circles 'round ya. Without that- I ain't a very good selkie am I?"

You want to tell him that's not why you're with him. That the skin doesn't mean anything to you. You want Elvis no matter what he is or how his body betrays him. You want him mind, body and soul because he's already captured yours wholeheartedly. It's hard to explain that though, hard to explain that even if he wasn't a seal you'd still have fallen for him. You're so lost in your own thoughts swirling around your head that you miss some of his words and only catch the tail end of his last words.

"Can't have ya leavin' me for someone else."

Your heart threatens to break in two at the implication, at the mere idea of leaving him for someone else. It's never been about the skin even if it might have pushed you two together in ways you're both so very unsure of. It's been about him wiggling his way into your heart through talking and kissing and coming back after he was given back his skin. It doesn't take you a minute before you're practically forcing your way into his arms, your arms wrapping around his torso and pulling him in tight. He needs to feel how your heart beats for him and how you may have never figured you'd fall for him of all the people but God, you have fallen so irrevocably in love with him that there's no turning back. He doesn't speak and doesn't move for a long while before you feel him nuzzling at your hair and hear the inhale of his breath as he murmurs a few words.

"Promise me you won't take home away."

Promise you won't take you away is what he means you think and you can't help but nuzzle into his chest, his chest hair tickling your nose just a little as you whisper back. "They'd have to drag me away."

"I can't do it like this. Ya know how many people are goddamn watchin' from their rooms?" Elvis manages to keep his voice down to not attract more attention but all it does it aggravate you more.

"Do you have a better idea that works? You told me you don't think the bath works and it's not like we can just go off to Lake Mead. There's a finite amount of options, Elvis." You mutter, running your hand across your face. "You want to practice trying to shift and tomorrow's shows are canceled. It's the perfect time to do it."

Elvis hates how nervous he sounds when he speaks again. He's a man who doesn't get embarrassed, who's been in the spotlight for damn near two decades- there's no reason for him to be so shy about this but it's different. Shifting isn't supposed to be done where other people can see it unless he trusts them. Only Jerry and you and maybe some of the Mafia are supposed to see. Family is supposed to see, not fans who want to catch a glimpse of Elvis Presley. "They're gonna see and it's gonna be-"

"It's gonna be what? Elvis, it is 11PM, I don't know who you think is being nosy and looking outside their window but it's just me here. It's just your goddamn seal wife trying to help you shift." Your anger and frustration are starting to get the better of you and you can feel your body heating up the angrier you get. "Just relax, Elvis."

In a flash Elvis is in front of you, his wet hair sticking to the sides of his face and the top of his head. Another time and you'd think this was the most attractive you've seen him for a while but right now all it does is frustrate you. "Can't relax with ya tryin' to yell at me. It's- goddammit, Y/N, ya don't- it's supposed to be easy. Like breathin' for me. And here I am struggling to even get one part of my body to turn the way it should."

Your first instinct is to push back at him, to remind him that you're not trying to yell at him but he's pushing every single one of your buttons and the two of you are far too alike when it comes to that. But you hear the frustration in his voice and the hurt that his body won't cooperate. He's been able to halt the damage caused by not having the skin for so long but he can't seem to reverse this damage. His body is still betraying him even after he gave it the one thing it was missing. Your chest twists a little at the realization as you watch Elvis tread the water with you in the pool. Looking at his face you're reminded of the little boy he must have once been learning how to shift from his mama and in that moment you swear you feel a cold breeze wash over you that has you shivering loud enough for Elvis to pull you close to him.

"Ya alright?" He asks, but there's this pleading edge to it, a desire for you to answer yes even if you're not.

"Just a little wind, E," you answer simply before moving to cup his face. "Did you really think it was going to be that easy to relearn how?"

His face is bashful when he answers and if you weren't still at least a bit frustrated with him you'd have laughed at how it turns him into what feels like a sixteen year old boy in trouble with his mama. "I did. I learned it once from mama. Should be able to 'member how."

A hum leaves your lips as you shake your head. "You also didn't shift for over a decade. You forget things, bury them down when they aren't useful to you any more. Just- breathe, Elvis. Relax and take a deep breath and try again. Picture you and I in Hawai‘i when this is all over. You swimming around me, nuzzling at me. Showing everyone I'm yours."

The pair of you shut your eyes together, just swimming next to one another, treading the water and breathing until you hear a splash that has your eyes shooting open. The pool is darker than you'd like but you had been able to see Elvis up until now. Your breath quickens as you quietly call out his name. You can't see him and there was that splash and the panic threatens to wrap around you before you feel a nudge against your leg. You feel a large nudge that's only able to be done by something not human against your leg and you look down to see what looks like a seal in the water. The only response that comes to mind is a squeal as you see him, delight overwhelming you before Elvis manages to peek his head above the water. The bark he makes at you sounds so much like his laughter that you can't help but laugh and pull him into a hug, ignoring just how slippery he is.

He shifts back quicker than you think he'd like but it's progress. It's a step in the right direction.

You were right about Aiden not being able to make it so Elvis didn't have to go on the tour and Elvis's reaction isn't pretty to say the least. He keeps himself in check purely because you're there reminding him that Aiden is trying and it's just one more tour. It's just one more grueling tour before he can take easier ones. Before he can take his time spending days at a time in cities if he wants. The reminder helps but once you're back to the hotel and the Colonel is knocking on the door you know what you're destined to deal with is Elvis's anger and depression over the matter. You have pressing issues you have to attend to and it's the only reason you don't stay up there during the meeting and why Elvis doesn't press.

Two hours later and you enter a dark room with Elvis reading something in the low light of a lamp by the bed. Any other time and you'd slink out of your clothes and climb in next to him but you choose to remain in your clothes and sit on the edge of the bed. "That bad?"

"That bad," he answers simply, turning a page with pursed lips. "Ain't gonna get a wink of sleep. Added one more date to make up for my foolishness and- I jus' wish ya were comin'. Know ya can't 'cuz there ain't a damn thing in our life that can be easy but- ya'd have made it better. Made it easier to handle. Ya gotta make him work harder, darlin'. Can't do another season like this. I gotta get outta here."

The aggravation and hurt seep into your voice despite your best efforts. You've known Elvis expects a lot from the people he cares about but you've been trying harder than anyone else to make sure he can run free. To make sure he can swim whenever and wherever he wants. You're the one in charge of his skin, you're his seal wife and he's damn near treating you like an actual one. "E, you don't think that's what I've been trying' to do? That's all I want for you. I don't want you tied down like you have been. I don't think you have many years left in you if you are. You need to be able to get out of this city permanently. Sure, you can come back if you want but not- you need to not be tied down and be forced to come back year after year. You deserve freedom."

Freedom to do whatever even if it means running off from you and finding someone who doesn't know about him being a seal. Who he can count on being in love with him without a skin binding them together. You don't necessarily want to be his legal wife but getting called his yittle seal wife hurts sometimes. As if all you're there for it to be another bodyguard for Elvis Presley. "I'm trying."

Elvis looks up from his book and notes the hurt on your face before setting it down on the nightstand and opening up his arms as a hint for you to cuddle up to him. When you do he presses a kiss to your temple. "'m just angry, darlin'. Keep havin' things get in our way and I- I felt like this with 'Cilla. Felt so in love and I don't feel like losin' that again. Wanna make a life wit' ya. Travel the world. Have ya meet my lil pup." His words trail off as he moves his hand down to your torso, not saying another word for a moment. "Wanna build a life that we can both enjoy, ya know? Don't wanna push ya away. Don't wanna- I jus' want things to be a lil easier for us. Ain't we been through enough already? Jus' need a break from God. Been askin' him for one."

You're not nearly as religious as Elvis but you've been praying for God to do it too. He deserves it and you like to think you do too. It's a simple request that just hasn't been fulfilled yet. You bite your lip before you speak. "Maybe it's coming soon. It's like your shifting, Elvis. Just give it time."

"Darlin', like ya said, I ain't sure I got a lot of that left."

It's funny how something about that night changes things. He goes on tour and gives brilliant performances and you hear about the articles and the reporters talking about how he's more invigorating than he has been in years and it fills you with warmth. He's showing off the man you fell for. The man who has all the energy in the world for his fans on the stage and off it. He's a man with a new outlook on life and it does something to you. It reminds you that all this is going to be for naught if he has to come back her to wilt. Aiden is more a little terrified of you after the second time you come by in less than a week, demanding an update better than he's working on it.

A judge has to get involved and you have to get Elvis's permission to use funds to keep things hush hush and out of the papers. This is a private matter for now, it doesn't need to be plastered everywhere, tarnishing his reputation and tarnishing the goodwill he's receiving. The judge as it turns out takes one look at the contract and the circumstances surrounding it and throws it out. Doesn't make the Colonel pay anything back and lets him keep small residuals of Elvis's income- a fact you're not a fan of but will concede to just as much as Elvis does. But they free him.

Elvis has to get a new manager and asks Jerry to step in at least for a little bit, just to smooth over a transition unless he wants to balance him and the Beach Boys. Jerry does and it's- it works better than you think it will as you watch the two men work together with an ease you almost envy. A world tour is planned faster than you think was possible until Jerry tells you everyone's had it in their back pocket without Elvis knowing. They only realized it might become a reality when they saw how you and him interacted. They saw a hope that they thought was gone for good.

The first night at Graceland is calmer than you think it would be and you find yourself against Elvis's chest, playing with his chest hair as you both bask in an afterglow that rivals the best of shows or the best of poker hands. Elvis voice rumbles in his chest as he speaks. "Finally get to do what I want when I want. Think it's gonna get easier now?"

"Maybe," you murmur, kissing his chest. "But, there's a quote, I think, that goes something like nothing worthwhile in life is easy. And I like to think all of this qualifies. Figure you and I do too." You pause. "I wouldn't complain if it did get easier though. It's been an exhausting time."

"Mhmm," Elvis hums, "think we oughta take a vacation after the new tour. One where I don't work. Hawai‘i and the two of us with Cilla and Lisa sounds-"

You cut him off with a kiss. "Sounds like perfection and like the easiest thing in life for us to do. Four months traveling the globe and stopping there for another month."

The smile that crosses his face is brighter than any sun and you can't help but smile back. "That- That's why you're the perfect seal wife for me. Goddamn brilliant woman."

"Goddamn charming seal." You quip back before he lets out an mock offended gasp and rolls on top of you as you both laugh until you're breathless.

It might not have been easy but it's worth it.

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[distant-eclipses]

I'm gonna be writing DCA fanfics(using @loverofbumblebees prompt list for this particular fic) for at least some of october(idk if I can write every day). Today's prompt: shadow

Summary: Halloween is the season for spooks and frights, something Moon was very good at. But this time he's not the one doing the scaring

Note: this takes place in a lil au-ish I have where one pizzaplex managed to deal with the virus relatively quickly and decided to put the Daycare Attendant modes into separate bodies. One of Eclipse's jobs is to help Sun and Moon out with their tasks and make sure they(mostly Moon) aren't causing trouble

While the three daycare attendants disagreed on stuff(a lot of stuff), one of the few things they could agree on was that October was memorable. Though out of the three, Moon obviously liked it the most. Being able to scare people without Eclipse scolding him, neat decorations, the spookier atmosphere, it was all fun. He even got to read scarier stories to the kids. Usually Eclipse was nearby in case the kids got a little too freaked out, but sometimes he left Moon alone with the kids while it helped an employee. This was one of those occasions.

"The dark figure slowly creeped towards the little bear" Moon slowly leaned towards the children, reaching out a hand. Usually the kids would be a little scared, but there were a few that reacted in excitement. This time though, the kids reacted with terror, some leaning back and gasping, while others cowered. They were surprisingly afraid, a little too afraid.

Moon paused, lowering his arm. The stories were pretty tame, since these were usually read at bedtime. Was his acting too convincing? Did he and Eclipse misjudge how scary this would be? Straightening up a bit, he reached out to the nearest child, with the intent to comfort instead of frighten. "What's wrong, did I scare you?" He was almost amused, but still tried to sound more comforting than teasing. But the kid wasn't looking at him, looking at something behind the nighttime attendant. What? Looking at the other kids, they were doing the same thing. What were they looking at-

A shadow fell over him.

A few of the kids started scooting back(right behind him). Even the closest child seemed unwilling to get close to him, reaching out a hand before pulling back(he didn't hear them). Unwilling to get closer to the figure(tall, too tall). He clenched his fists(not a human), about to get up. A hand was placed on his shoulder(intruder, threat).

He jumped up and turned, reaching out in an attempt to grab onto the stranger. They grabbed onto his wrist, not letting go even as he struggled and tried to wrench his hand away. Pulling back his other arm, he was about to punch them, only stopping when he heard glitchy music(orange and black). Another hand was placed on its shoulder, with a third grabbing onto one of his ribbons and ringing the bells(4 arms). A series of beeps prompted him to look up(not a stranger, not a threat).

Annular stared down at him, looking almost... concerned. The glitchy animatronic let out a few more beeps, tilting his head. It took a second to realise what he was saying, but this wasn't new. Whenever Moon failed a trick or Sun got overwhelmed, it would beep the same way. Are you alright? Moon sighed, relaxing and gently tugging his hand. "I'm okay." This time Annular let go, stepping back while its own arms fell to his sides. "Thank you." He turned back towards the kids, ready to try to comfort them.

"Eclipse!" One of the children got up and ran away from the two, soon followed by several more. Startled, Moon looked up and spotted Eclipse walking towards them, looking just as surprised.

"What's wrong?" The party robot(who should've been there sooner) leaned down, hugging the children and wiping their tears away. Despite seeming completely focused on the scared visitors, Moon could see Eclipse's eyes occasionally drift towards him and Annular. He had questions and Moon wasn't sure he could answer them.

"There- there's a monster! And it got Moon!" Another glance was directed towards the two, more questions. This time Eclipse straightened and clapped his hands together.

"A monster? Oh he's not a monster. It's-" he paused for a second, obviously thinking of an excuse. "a friend! He's here for halloween." The explanation made a few of the kids look at Annular again. Only a few seemed to buy it, most of them were still staying close to Eclipse.

"But why was Moon scared?" This time Moon decided to answer, ignoring the look Eclipse shot his way. It crouched down and leaned towards the kids.

"He was supposed to be a surprise. But this rulebreaker thought it was funny to try to scare me." He kept his tone light, almost teasing. Judging by the beeps and the giggles, his lie(and excuse to tease Annular) worked. "Now Annular has to go to time out for being naughty." It walked over to Annular and grabbed one of its arms, dragging it away while he beeped and played music. He could hear a few of the children laughing, while others said good bye to "Mr. Annular".

"Now, I think it's bed time." Moon could hear the children groan when Eclipse said that, but he trusted that the other robot would do just fine. There wasn't any wariness over the conversation he knew it would have with him when the kids fell asleep, no siree.

#fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #fnaf eclipse #<-both versions(the arcade one is called Annular) #fnaf security breach #fnaf #this is also posted on ao3(same summary and title) if you want to read it there

[charlieslowartsies]

I read the newest chapter of Lies Within and a few things I loved:

DJ casually kidnapping Max bc his good friend asked and a love of headphones

Glitchtrap's creepy possessiveness over Goldy. (Also wondering if Ness is truly discarded bc Mike is rotting away.)

Gregory and Glamfred now have a third member! You can also see a bit under Gregory's tough guy exterior and realize that he's just a kid who is delighted by a lot of things (something I think a lot of fans forget)

Vanessa and Daycare Attendant's dynamic as a meant to be pairing that got twisted. It feels like to me that Moondrop's mostly written her off in favor of Max (has a small spark of hope however) but Sunnydrop still wants her. Makes me wonder what it would've been like if Glitchtrap hadn't screwed things up.

I'm so glad you liked the recent chapter! While it didn't give me the same fight that chap 14 did, for some reason I was a little nervous with it. But I hit all the topics I wanted to on the outline, so we should be good for the upcoming climax. I commented on some of your bullet points, but since I ramble, tossing them under a RM lmao:

I LOVED writing DJ, mostly because he's one of the few Animatronics that is, more or less, seated in the middle of the Good/Bad line. He's not evil or controlled, but he's not able to be incredibly active or involved. He does, however, end up making a lil bond with Max!

Yep~ It's been brought up a few times, but Glitchtrap's obsession with getting what he can't have seems to be over riding some common sense or smarts he previously used to manipulate the Pizza Plex. Glitchtrap's obsessiveness is meant to parallel what the Marionette went through before Devil's Spine and during--so focused with finding the perfect Suit and not caring how many lives it ruined as it searched for a way to protect the restaurant.

Some of my favorite parts to work on are the scenes where Gregory breaks down and feels his emotions. Obviously this has been a terribly long, terrible night, though it hasn't been his first awful night. But he is still a kid. His concern over Glambear, the gang feeding him, and his small cry sessions and short naps are things I wanted to see in Security Breach. And just as important are the things that still turn him into a kid--wide eyed and wondrous at the world, be it Mari or DJ or even just a simple candy bar being given to him.

Moon feels very cheated by the system, haha. So does Sunny, but he's more open minded. It also might mean that Vanessa (should she choose too, of course) has to work to earn the DCA's trust if she wants to stay in her position as Head Guard. After all, she was only given the job due to Glitchtrap's meddling and controlling. Moony doesn't feel she's earned it, maybe, nor does he trust her due to Glitchtrap. (Of course, how many don't trust Moon either because of his erratic actions?) But trust and friendship can be rebuilt in some cases! It will certainly come down to communication (and perhaps Vanessa's trust colors being shown.) Moon didn't engage with the Marionette until he thought about all the ways the Puppet could be of use to the Mega Pizza Plex.

#kga #knight guard au #answered

[sleepy-achilles]

I hope you’re feeling a bit better now - I missed your shoutout for asks last night, so sending it now. Would love some ABA Taker and Shawn - lots of Taker calling him boy toy and Shawn being both nervous and excited about it? 🥺

I am, thank you for asking.

I'm just gonna say though, you can send asks in anytime, anyday, even if I don't ask for them, it'll just take me a lil longer to get to them that's the only difference.

Also I love abataker x Shawn and the fact vince didn't even bother putting them in the same ring is a real damn crime.

Hbtaker- My boy toy

I'm doing this in the hbtaker are a tag team world. Because fuck vince.

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Shawn hadn't notice it. Maybe it was the fact he was always around the man. It was only when others started mentioning it that he began to notice it. And he did not know how to feel about it.

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"How have you never noticed?" Goldust asks. "Because it's not something he does" Shawn shrugs. "It is" Kevin scoffs. Shawn shakes his head. "Not" he huffs as he stands. "Pay close attention. It is." Kevin chuckles. "Sure" Shawn mutters as he makes his way to their promo spot.

He can't fight the smile as he sees the bigger man leaning against the wall waiting. "Hey, your late" Taker smirks. "Sorry, goldust and Kevin kept me back." Shawn shrugs as he moves to the crate the mans stood next to. Shawn doesn't know what's in it, all he knows is, it's his spot. Has been for the longest time. Shawn huffs as he pulls himself onto it as Kurt walks down the hall with vince and the camera crew. "Good thing you came when you did" Taker mutters slipping some tobacco into his mouth. "Sure is" he whispers.

"Michaels! Undertaker!" Vince calls. "What can we do for ya boss man?" Taker asks resting his hand behind Shawn, leaning closer to the man. "Kurt is getting on my nerves" vince states as they move closer. Shawn smirks as Taker chuckles. "Whats new? How does this concern us?" Taker asks. "He's not only having issues with edge and Christian but the Hardy boys" vince tells him. "So find him a tag team partner and let them goto town" Shawn suggests. "I've tried that Shawn. Ain't nobody working with Kurt." Vince sighs. Taker glances at shawn before back at vince. "Fine. I'm sure me and my boy toy can sort it"

Shawns eyes widen.

My boy toy

Oh god the others were right. How long had this been going on?

Shawn feels his cheeks heat. "But we ain't doing it for free. We get a shot at the tag belts and I get to slap him around a bit" Taker smirks causing Kurt to hide behind vince. "Sure. Kurt, you're their bitch now. You come to me once the jobs done and we will talk belts, now goodbye" vince smiles, shaking takers hand and walking off. Shawn tilts his head with a smile and waves at Kurt as Taker smirks and looms over him. "I like it. Kurt angle is my bitch now." Taker chuckles causing the shorter man to gulp. "Dont scare him too soon. It'll spoil the fun" Shawn comments. Taker turns to him. "You are so right boy toy." He states as he holds his hand out. Without thinking, shawn accepts it and lets the bigger man help him down. "Now. Let's go plot. Keep up kurt" Taker hums. "Uh yeah, will so" Kurt nods.

What had vince signed him up for?

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"So..are you two a thing?" Kurt asks. Shawn glances up from his boots. "Who? Me and taker?" Shawn asks. Kurt just nods. "No..why do you ask?" Shawn questions. "Oh I just assumed because he refers to you as his boy toy and well you both seem close physically" Kurt admits. Shawn looks down as his cheeks heat up. "Thats just his love language" Taker comments as he walks on, clearly only catching the last part. "Give him time and he'll be with it like you" Taker smirks at Kurt as he moves to shawn.

Shawn bites his lip as takers big hands land on his shoulders. "Isn't that right boy toy?" Taker asks. "I wouldn't say so. He shouldn't be staying long enough." Shawn mutters. "Ooo look at that kurtie! Not even my boy toy wants you around!" Taker laughs massaging shawns shoulders, oblivious to the younger man blush and sudden nerves. "Thanks" Kurt huffs leaning back. "Leave him takes" Shawn whispers. "Im just teasing. Besides I've got a plan to deal with the Hardys and edge" Taker states. This causes Kurt to perk up. "What?" Kurt asks. "Now if I told you that, I'd have to kill ya" Taker smirks.

This catches shawns attention causing him to raise his head slightly. Taker shifts so his hands are either side of Shawn on the bench and leans down to whisper in the mans ear.

Shawn hates the way a shiver goes up his spine, how his gut tightens and a flush builds on his face. This wouldn't have happened if he didn't start to notice the stupid my infront of boy toy.

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Taker smirks as he leans against the wall. His boy toy was doing a perfect job. He knew Shawn still had some of his old skills, reborn or not, there were just somethings you couldn't take from the heartbreak kid.

He watches as Lita bites her lip and nods, a slight flush filling her cheeks as shawn continues to whisper to her.

"Whats going on?" Kurt asks quietly as he joins taker. "None of your business. Besides, the less you know the better, right?" Taker asks. "True..I guess" Kurt huffs as he watches Shawn. "Eyes off Kurt." Taker warns. Kurt frowns and looks away. "Whats the deal with you two?" Kurt asks. "What did I say about sticking your nose into my business?" Taker questions. "Right. Sorry" Kurt whispers shrinking down as shawn walks over.

"How'd it go boy toy?" Taker asks, placing a hand on shawns hip to stop him infront of him. "She fell for it. Made me feel like a right asshole, now I just need to talk to edge." Shawn shrugs. "Oh my boy toy! You did amazing" Taker smiles. He smirks quickly as he spots the blush on shawns face as he looks down.

Taker isn't stupid. Unlike the rest he's been able to read Shawn for years. He just wishes the smaller would have more confidence in himself.

"You talk to edge and I'll treat you with pizza" Taker smirks. "Fine" "that's my boy toy" Taker chuckles, patting shawns ass as he walks by. Taker smirks knowing Shawn is walking down the hall blushing. Kurt looks at him shocked. "Are we actually going to confront them?" Kurt asks. "Oh no. We plant the seed and let it grow on its own" Taker chuckles, patting Kurt's shoulder before walking the opposite way of Shawn.

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Shawn rests his head against the trucks window as they drive. "How'd it go with edge?" Taker asks looking over at shawn. "Keep your eyes on the road." Shawn orders quietly. Taker chuckles and shifts his gaze. "Edge brought the bait. They both did..now we just sit back and watch them destroy each other. Even if the groups don't end up splitting, it'll take their attention off kurt" Shawn states.

The pair sit in silence for a moment. Shawn bites his lip and sits up straight, glancing at taker. Shawn isn't stupid. The mans attractive as fuck. Especially his new form. "Whats the...um what's up with the whole my boy toy thing?" Shawn asks quietly. "What do you mean?" Taker asks. "You know, calling me your Boy toy" Shawn tries. Taker chuckles slightly causing shawns cheeks to start heat up with humiliation. "You are my boy toy"

Shawn stares at him. "W-what?" Shawn asks. Taker looks at him, keeping eye contact as he suddenly parks the car. Shawn looks to see them at their hotel. He looks back at taker as the big hand rests on his thigh and he can't help the nervous swallow. Taker leans in closer. "Why would I lie to people? You are my boy toy. Gotta make sure they all know." Taker mutters, his eyes examining shawns face. Shawns pupils are dilated, his face is burning with embarrassment and his lips are parted slightly. "I mean-" taker gets cut off by a pair of lips.

Taker growls as he kisses Shawn back, his hand tightening on shawns thigh.

Shawn suddenly jerks back, his back hitting the truck door and his hands shooting up to cover his mouth. "Sorry" he muffles out. Taker smirks and leans back. "For what?" Taker asks. Shawn lowers his hands and watches Taker. "You mean it? Or is it some possessive shit?" Shawn asks quietly. "I've always meant it" Taker states. "I aint playing with your feelings Shawn." Taker adds.

Shawn leans forward, blue eyes scanning takers face. "Prove it" he whispers. Taker just smirks and undoes shawns seatbelt. "Alrignt."

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Kurt watches in amazement as it all kicks off between edge and matt. "Oh wow...you guys really did sort it" he huffs. "Shh" Shawn shushes. "I told you, my boy toy can do anything" Taker smirks, arm around shawns shoulders as they watch. Shawn still can't fight the blush, especially after last night. "Well, we've got a meeting with the boss man. So, see ya later kurt" Taker states before leading Shawn off.

Kurt just stands there.

He believes they've done it, he just can't prove it.

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NOTES

I lost track of this lol

I'm sorry

It's been like five hours of me working on this between other things. Completely and utterly lost track of the plot, all I know is taker was supposed to call Shawn his boy toy a lot.

I hope I delivered

Enjoy :)

Oh and thank you all for the support and help with my recent sadness. I appreciate you all

#wwe #shawn michaels #the undertaker #wwf #hbtaker #undertaker x shawn michaels #shawn x undertaker #kurt angle #yeah i bullied him so he can get his tag #he earned it #which is ironic as im listening to the weeknd earned it as i wrote these tags

[sleepygamerotaku]

sleepy selfship hcs

Paring:

Belhpegor, Scaramouche, Vil Schoenheit, Diluc Ragnivindr, L Lawliet, Dan Heng X me (? s/i??)

Prompt:

none

Content Warnings:

uhmm..?? insomnia, mentions of sleep issues idk i probably missed something

Reader pronouns:

not mentioned ig

Authors note:

it is almost 2 AM for me- i have not slept so uhm ignore any grammar mistakes i'm tired and too lazy to fix them- this is painful for my tired lil smooth brain to do ong- also uhm happy pride month i'll do a pride month related thing later ig-also my first time putting little uhm.. character qoute thingies on there so yea- also ik this is cringe but i'm tired and in a fruity sleepy mood also kinda too lazy to properly tag

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♡　I like to think that Belhpegor has made a nest in the attic with like a bunch of blankets and pillows and plushies he stole from me (like not the bed he has up there―somewhere behind the curtains probably)and he grew attached to it because of how long he was up there-

♡　With this in mind- in the wee hours of night Belphie will take me up there and like snuggle into the nest with me and like i play with his hair and we just sleep until it's already lunch and the brothers have to send a search party for us/j

×

"C'mon...~ we can stay sleeping like this just a bit longer.. right?"

♡　Uhm i just like to think―totally not just bc i'm gay or anything― that Scaramouche really loves to cuddle. especially after a long and tiring day- like it doesn't matter if it's on a bed a couch or outside somewhere in the woods(he doesn't really like pda―honestly same― so if it's somewhere really visible it's an immediate no) he'll randomly kinda just- slink his arms around my shoulders or waist and rest his chin on my head. he'll also instantly fall asleep we're lying down and i fidget with the pads of his rough, slender fingers. just instantaneous comfort for both of us

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"..If you think I enjoy you playing with my fingers like this then- wait... don't stop... "

♡　Me, being the light sleeper i am, wake up to the slightest and movements of sounds and struggle to fall asleep. just in general. Vil, knowing this, complains about my horrendous sleeping schedule and how it'll worsen my already terrible eye bags. because of this Vil refuses to let me sleep alone because he thinks i'm doing this to myself. she's harsh to me but it's because he's genuinely concerned. she'll cuddle me until i start dozing off and will not move. a. single. hair. he'll help me with makeup if my eyebags get too bad though<33

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"Augh.. Potato, if you keep this up your beautiful face will be ruined with those pesky dark circles... though it rather suits you, love, i cannot allow your nights to be tiresome and sleepless."

♡　Due to how late Diluc trends to come home he's upset when i'm awake because it's very late but he's glad to be greeted by his boyfriend. almost immediately gets out of his work clothes and slips into bed with me. i like to think he sleeps without a shirt on so uhm... tiddie pillow soft and warm ♥

×

"I've missed you my love.. I'm glad to be home after what feels to be a century... thank you for this"

♡　L is also just as guilty when it comes to having a bad sleeping schedule. but when he isn't busy―which is basically never― he'll try to sleep with me and he talks about anything and everything until i get tired bc he's gay like that-

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"Dear, I have an exuse to be awake at such unhealthy hours, but it's bringing me concern for you. Come, we'll sleep together for a while.."

♡　Hear me out tho- Dan Heng probably gives like the best cuddles ever. i just like to think that he'd hold me with a tight possessive grip but gentle and not enough hurt me. he's just too baby to ever actually hurt me on purpose. he'll try to caress my cheek but i just grab his hand and leave it against my face. this mentally kills him (in a /pos way ofc) he gets all blushy and giggly. he also gushes s lot when he's sleepy. just a lil habit of his<33

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"I really do not understand how I got so lucky.. what..? n-no... I'm not blushing.."

thank you for reading! reblogs are greatly appreciated<3 please don't copy/translate my works to different platforms.

#♡mod chiaki♡ #selfship headcanons #self ship fic #self ship headcanons #belphegor headcanons #scaramouche headcanons #vil schoenheit headcanons #diluc headcanons #l lawliet headcanons #dan heng hsr

[soulsxng]

🎰

@thewolfisawake | Crackship Roulette | No longer accepting!

Eriskyne & Enoch (Concerned. I am concerned. Something tells me that these two would either get along worryingly well, or they would absolutely hate each other with no in between.)

It was easy for Enoch to recognize the way the stranger near him was scanning the crowds. The ease and covertness of their careful surveying had him admittedly impressed...as well as wondering what kind of information they were trying to gather. Instead of asking though, a sort of test. Trying to see how long it would take for the other to sense his gaze on them. Lips curving into a knowing smile when their gazes eventually met.

"There certainly is a good deal to watch at events like these, isn't there? I would even go so far as to say that the people watching is likely to be my favorite part."

Bijou & Tarinx (I feel like this one could be interesting for a few different reasons! Because of where he's from, Tarinx is far more used to people outright picking a fight with him if they want something of his. And while he's cunning, I feel like Bijou, who specializes in stealth and another sort of cunning from his own, it would throw him off quite a bit!)

If it weren't for his empathic abilities, Tarinx wouldn't have even sensed her there. In fact, it wasn't until he felt a certain spark of satisfaction that it became evident that she was actually in the room with him, and not in one of the surrounding ones, instead. And since she seemed to be retreating now...had she perhaps stolen something? The movement of his tail was swift despite it's size; wrapping around an arm to keep her from slipping out from wherever she'd come in.

"Not every day someone has the guts to try sneaking up on me, let alone almost get away with it. And now you're just planning to run off? How is that any fun?"

Jasper & Melchior (Potential mercenary buddies? Though Io isn't really out in the field too often anymore-- he tends to be the one to finalize and divvy up contracts, sell info...that kind of thing.)

"Sorry, if you're here to take your pick from the contracts for the day, you're going to have to wait another twenty, thirty minutes. It's been a real shit show today, so I'm a lil' further behind than usual..." Purple-pink eyes lifted from the screen propped before him on the table, to fix on the newcomer with a curious tilt of his head.

"Actually, I don't recognize you...didn't mean to assume. Can I help you with something?"

Crowe & Eleare (I can say right off the bat that Eleare tends to be pretty standoffish toward other people in espionage...or at least, aside from those that are actively working for them. With Crow being a demigod though-- and half-gorgon at that!-- they might take enough of an interest to push that aside to a point.)

This was the third time that they'd gotten a complaint from one of those working for them, about a strange man that had been staking out the same areas they were. And if it weren't for the fact that this time, said worker was fairly sure they'd been caught by him, Eleare wouldn't have felt that they had to go and look into it for themself. And while they weren't exactly happy about that...at least they had found something interesting.

"If it isn't a little demigod...and you smell like a gorgon, on top of it. How intriguing; it's almost enough to make me forget why I came to get a look at you."

Deianeira & Alsina (...I don't know about this one. Something has Alsi a little bit on edge concerning Deianeira, but I don't know what it is. She's also interested in her though, so????)

"A Sin?" Alsina found herself asking, brows raised in interest. She had heard about them before yes, but actually coming across one was something new. She had been wondering what the strange sensation she felt around the other being had been, and...she supposed that now, she at least knew the reasoning behind it.

"I have to admit, I hadn't expected to run into one of your ilk in the mortal realm...though I suppose I should have known better. Mortals likely make better targets for you than other demons, and such. Or is it more a matter of personal preference?"

#thewolfisawake #[Enoch -threads-] #[Tarinx -threads-] #[Alsina -threads-] #[Io -threads-] #[Eleare -threads-] #Honestly if Eno and Eriskyne ended up getting along #Eno has BIG dirt on pretty much everyone that they're supposed to be/wanting to look into #and as long as they're willing to trade some info of their own Eno will most likely give it to them #that's the main reason for my concern! #And then I was laughing about Bijou and Arin #I wanted to let her actually get away with stealing something from him outright #and then I remembered his empathic powers orz

[beldaroot]

anita,,,,,, episode 11,,,,,

if you haven’t watched it yet pls ignore !!!! but if you have…..

OH MY GOD!!!! this episode was so insane i was literally crying within the first 2 minutes 😭 my heart hurts so bad for rei… and i can’t believe they did that to misaki!!! i knew that SOMETHING was going to go down but i was not expecting for THAT especially so soon T^T im so glad that rei figured out what was going on and called kazuki and that kazuki was able to get there in time to save miri but……. OTL misaki did not deserve that :( i know she hadn’t been the best mother up until this point but i truly think that she wanted to change and you could tell that she really loved miri! i am so so so not looking forward to when they have to tell miri what happened……..

and as if i wasn’t already crying hard enough, at the end when kazuki and rei were like “this isn’t a pretend relationship anymore, we’re becoming a REAL family now” T^T MY HEART…… they love miri so much,,,,

it also really !!! squeezed my heart !!!! to see how much they were showing rei’s love for miri in this episode. ofc it’s been a few episodes now that rei has been slowly revealing how much miri means to him, but for some reason this episode hit even harder!!! like when he was sleeping with miri’s rubber duck at his side???? i was sobbing!!!!!! and you could hear the fear & panic in his voice when he called kazuki telling him to go get miri……. ohhhh my god this anime is going to kill me. i believe episode 12 is the last episode, and im so nervous for what’s gonna happen T^T

yes i did watch it and i had the same whirlwind of emotions as you!!! that picture truly sums up exactly how i felt after watching HELP

i actually kinda enjoyed seeing kazuki and rei all miserable in the beginning LOL it just really drove it home that these two love and care for miri so much and feel utterly at lost without her :(

but i am slightly disappointed in how they handled misaki... i know she wasn't the best mom, but you really could see that she regretted her past actions and wanted to change for the better for miri. it's just unfortunate that she didn't get to do that successfully at the end and that she essentially had the same fate as miri's father? she didn't deserve that (especially when rei and kazuki got the opportunity to change but she didn't)! i honestly can't wrap my head around it without getting a lil bit upset lol i do hope the ending lands well bc that whole arc felt so rushed and unnecessarily brutal :/

but the ending! yes, it made me so happy how it was rei that pushed for the family to stay together! you can see the guilt he has for being responsible for killing both of miri's parents and that he wants to "atone for his sins" (though i don't think he's the main person to blame). it was just v nice to see that he accepted and wanted to change! and all of this came naturally bc he truly does love miri with his whole heart and would rather give everything up just to make sure she's safe! and the way it was so easy for him to convince kazuki bc even though he knows a foster care system would probably be safest for her, he also knows that what's best for her now is being a family together! i loved how they said it wasn't going to be a fake family anymore - everything about their relationship will be real and true! though i'm still concerned if they're planning on lying to miri about her parents and their role in their deaths or if that's something they're going to be truthful about. she's only four, but i don't want this "real" family to already start off with lies, ya know? i'm v v v curious on how this show will end! it's crazy that they're wrapping everything up in a single episode OTL that's why i'm hoping for some type of ova or something! more than anything though, i need to see rei take his family and that creepy "last words" dude out! i cannot rest until those people are gone and no longer a threat to miri!

#anyway thank you again for coming into my inbox with your feelings! it's good to know we're all on the same page lol #i'm really interested and nervous in how this will all end - i just want them to all be happy OTL #bd #bd spoilers