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burnieblanders · 2 years

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The boys react to Mc turning into a cowgirl: fat, huge boobs that leak milk, lil horns, cow ears and tail, can only speak in moos, inspired by milqilin* on ao3 (idk if they have a tumblr...)

(This is my mc♡♡ i love her)

Basically they all love it tho♡ lmao

Lucy: tries to keep his composure but secretly loves it, as soon as he gets mc to himself (he invites her to his room of course) he drinks her sweet milk gently. He ties her up, wrists and ankles bound to the bedframe and fucks her slow...loves the jiggle of her curves. (To me he seems like the type whod fuck all night, switching between brutal merciless overstimulation to tender and sweet aftercare.)

Mammon: cant contain how much he loves it, cant stop touching and hugging mc, plows her as soon as theyre alone together. He tastes her milk but find he doesnt love it as much as he loves to just squeeze her nipples and hear her whine. (To me he seems like the type to go like 4 rounds back to back, defs a cuddler after sex)

Levi: omg its just like a hentai...so he goes hentai mode and ambushes her while theyre hanging out, (doin that classic trap ur love interest against the wall) tho hes visibly flustered and stumbles a bit so mc throws him a bone and acts submissive for him, hes still not the best at being domineering though, hes too self depreciating, so mc just pins him down and rides him

Satan: like lucy he tries to keep his composure but loses it a lot faster, he invites mc to his room, saying they could look through a book on pregnancy and breast milk together. As theyre sitting next to eachother and looking through the book he starts to get distracted, theyre reading about breast feeding and he tells her he wants to try it...so naturally things escalate from there...it starts with him simply suckling her breast milk and ends with him pounding her into oblivion, smacking her ass, pulling her tail, pinching and pulling her nipples, calling her a slutty cow and just generally bullying her♡.♡

Asmo: he lures her in with promises of a massage and a bath with rose petals and scented oils along with candles and incense to set a romantic mood. He rubs down her whole body and relishes in her softness....They do it in the bathtub and splash water all over the floor lol. After they get out of the tub they do it again in bed, then standing up, then back on the bed 2 more times. He constantly compliments her beautiful body as he gives it to her slow, gives her tons of kisses and hickies. (What kind of avatar of lust would he be if he couldnt go multiple rounds?? Lol)

Beel: ambushes mc in her room, acting like a spoiled brat and demanding a taste, he gets on top, drinks her milk and relishes in it, sucking too hard and making her struggle against him sometimes, he takes the hint and tries to hold back so he wont hurt her. He continues to suck and play with her tits as he fucks her (to me he seems like the type whod go hard for a long time, leaving her completely exhausted from multiple overstimulated orgasms, i think he could do1 or 2 very long rounds before he needs a snack break)

Belphie: loves to hold her, lean on her, and cuddle with her when they nap together. Some nights as theyre cuddling he wakes up and while shes asleep he puts his dick between her thighs and ruts against her slow. She'll wake up wanting more so he gives it to her from behind while pulling her tail. Hes the type whod fall asleep inside her of course...

Dia: loves it unashamedly, invites mc to his room for tea and a chat. When theyre together hes straightforward in asking to taste her milk, as he does he gets excited and touches her. He asks if shes ok before he continues. They get naked, he eats her out and fingers her until she cums twice making sure shes proper wet and receptive. He then picks her up effortlessly and bounces her on his massive dick like a doll. (Another one that would fuck all night tbh, hed leave mc absolutely drained)

Barb: very intrigued by it, requests to try some of her milk in his tea, having heard breast milk is creamy and tasty. After trying it in tea he tries it plain, then he requests to try it from the source. Hes mesmerized by the warmth in his gut that he gets as he listens to her embarrassed moos, hes more proper than to just whip out his dick in front of the young miss, so he excuses himself and jacks off desperately thinking about how hed love to get a tit job from her before hed put it in her slick. How indecent!!

Simeon: admires her from a distance ;_;

Solomon: he wants to help in some way...so he gives her one of those lil milking machines so she can get rid of some of the excess, she gives the extras to him so he can drink it or cook with it >_>.....he makes her a potion that should help reduce milk production at least a little bit and indeed she stops leaking so much that all her shirts get soaked, shes very grateful to him for that. So how can she thank him? With some good old fashioned sloppy toppy of course....jeez i couldnt think of anything good for my fave character!! 😩

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90spumkin · 3 years

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Masterpiece

Summary: Who knew art could lead to an awkward meeting that would later lead to beautiful relationship.

A/N: I know I said I would post this Friday, but oh well here we are. All inserted pictures are from Pinterest. I absolutely loved writing this so please send me your feedback.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Artist! Reader

Warnings: swearing, implied/slightly descriptive smut, mention of alcohol and addiction

Word Count: 2.8K

Spencer doesn’t know how long he had been zoned out not listening to a word Emily said to him. They were standing in an obnoxiously long line at their favorite coffee shop. Spencer was admiring the art in front of him, the way the yellows and oranges flowed together was mesmerizing. They were so mesmerizing that Spencer didn’t realize the art was on the back pocket of the stranger’s shorts standing in line in front of them.

It wasn’t until Emily nudge Spencer’s shoulder, “Quit looking at that girl’s ass!” Spencer saw where Emily was pointing as she spoke. As he went to say, “I was not checking out her ass.”, the stranger with the mesmerizing art on her ass turned around to see the raven haired woman pointing down at the lower part of her body and the tall curly haired man blushing as he was caught in the act.

The woman smirked at them both and said, “Well my shorts do say ‘this butt is art’ so I guess technically you were just taking in all its beauty.” This made Emily snort and Spencer stutter. He tried to stutter out an apology, but by the time his brain allowed him to access words again Emily’s phone rang loudly.

She answered quickly and hung up just as fast, “I have to go to a meeting apparently. Sometimes I hate being the boss. I’ll catch up with you later, Spencer.” And with that she was gone, leaving Spencer there with the still smirking woman.

“You know the least you could do is buy my coffee to make up for this adorable fiasco.” She said causing Spencer to blush. He nodded his head and said, “Yes of course. I’m really sorry about all that. I’m Dr. Spencer Reid by the way.”

She smiled at him as he went to stand beside her in line, “Oh doctor, fascinating. I’m y/n.”

Once they had finally gotten their coffee and found a small table, conversation between the two flowed so effortlessly. “So, doctor, huh? Care to share with the class what kind?” Y/n asked as she took a sip of her dark beverage.

Spencer chuckled, “I have PhD’s in mathematics, chemistry, and engineering along with BA’s in psychology, sociology, and philosophy. I’m not a doctor who works in a hospital, but one who works in the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit.” Y/n smiled at him over her cup, “That kind of makes sense you look like a very intelligent man. Plus, you look way better in a cardigan than you probably would in scrubs.”

Their conversation went on without a hitch, no moments of awkward silence. They talked about their careers, y/n explained how she was an artist and Spencer adored the way she lit up as she talked. They constantly were bouncing ideas and questions off one another. The conversations stretched over many different topics, each just as interesting as the last. Y/n even listened and question Spencer on several of his fact dumps.

They both seemed to have forgotten the outside world existed until Spencer happened to notice the sun setting through the coffee shop windows. As he admired the colors in the sky he said, “The sky is always so lovely at sunset, but I hate that it could mean the end of this.”

He looked back at y/n who was smiling at him. “Okay I don’t usually invite strange men to my home, but would you like to come see some of my art that I’ve been working on?” Spencer smirked and narrowed his eyes, “You think I’m strange?” Y/n laughed, “Only in the best way.”

The first thing Spencer did when he entered y/n incredibly spacious apartment was admire all the art lining the walls. He had thought the art displayed on her jean shorts was mesmerizing, but the art that was in front of him now was simply breathtaking.

Spencer walked the walls, admiring and analyzing each piece. Y/n stood beside him as he smiled at the painting of a cow. She laughed softly as she spoke, “There is always a story behind each of my paintings. Some are silly, some are painful. However, this one happens to be my favorite. I grew up on a farm and I had a cow named Milky” She looked at Spencer who was trying to hide a laugh, “Hey I was 8! Anyways she was my best friend. It was funny when I first started to draw and paint, I would always use her as a model. Sometimes it seemed as if she was posing for me.”

Spencer didn’t take his eyes off y/n the whole time she was talking. Once y/n finished her story she looked at Spencer. Both of their smiles growing bigger. He looked back at the painting and said, “You know in another life I would love to be a cowboy with cows and other animals on a small ranch somewhere.”

Y/n giggled, “Would you name one of your cows Milky?” Spencer looked at her fondly and said, “For you, I would.”

Spencer turned his head to the right and noticed a canvas with several different shades of red bleeding into one another, there was broken glass scattered across it. He made his way closer, he turned towards y/n and asked, “What’s the story behind this one?”

Y/n’s eyes held a hint of sadness as she drew in a deep breath. She was hesitant at first but finally explained, “The glass is broken beer bottles, I was- am an alcoholic. I am currently 5 years sober, almost 6 now. I made this to remind myself of all the hate and pain drinking brought to my life” Y/n turned towards Spencer expecting him not to understand, but instead he reached into his pocket and pulled out a sobriety chip.

Y/n’s eyes started to tear up at the fact that someone finally wasn’t judging her but understanding her. She too pulled out a chip and both y/n and Spencer let out laughs full of pain but also full happiness. Spencer reached out a hand and placed it on y/n’s cheek. His thumb ran smoothly across her face to wipe a tear that had escaped.

When Spencer spoke again his words were soft, “Out of all this art, I think you are the one true masterpiece.”

One minute they were staring into one another’s eyes, and the next they were getting lost in the feel of the other’s lips neither one really sure when they had made it to y/n’s bedroom. Spencer held y/n against him firmly, but it felt delicate all at once. His fingers traced over every edge and curve of her body bringing sounds of pleasure from her beautiful lips.

Spencer planted soft kisses across y/n’s body as if he were painting and her body was his canvas. With every roll of Spencer’s hips, flashes of color seemed to blind him. When y/n arched her back, Spencer let her know she was more beautiful than any art piece.

The next morning, Spencer woke up to the sun shining through the windows. He felt y/n stir next to him, he couldn’t help but take in how lovely she looked. The sun seemed to only amplify her beauty.

Y/n opened her eyes to find Spencer staring at her. She smirked and closed her eyes again, curling up closer to him, “You’re staring.” Spencer chuckled causing vibrations to run through his chest making y/n giggle. “I’m admiring.” Spencer told her.

Y/n sat up to stretch, the sheets falling around her making her look like a sculpture of a goddess. She smiled down at him and scrunched up her nose “Yeah yeah yeah. Whatever you say.”

While they started to dress, well y/n was getting dressed Spencer was still looking for his shirt, he noticed the shorts y/n was putting on had art on them just like the ones before. However, these were not shades of yellow and orange. These shorts had little planets painted on them.

Y/n turned around to see Spencer’s eyes once again focused on her ass, “Why are you smiling like that?” At her question Spencer let out the laugh he was holding in as he said, “Ummm- well- it’s just that- your ass is out of this world.”

Y/n snorted and threw a pillow towards Spencer who actually caught it, “Oh the doctors got jokes this morning.”

Spencer spotted his shirt in the floor and as he bent over to get it, he said, “Not jokes, facts.” This only made y/n smile more.

Y/n watched the muscles in Spencer’s back flex as he fixed his shirt to put it on. Right before he put it over his head she asked, “Can I- can I paint something on your back?”

Spencer stopped all movements to look at y/n, he noticed the blush tinting her cheeks. His heart seemed to scream with emotions. Spencer through his shirt back on the ground and asked, “Where do you want me?” Y/n giggled and pointed to the bed.

Y/n had been straddling Spencer’s back for about 15-to-20-minute minutes when he no longer felt the softness of the paintbrush against his skin. Y/n had been humming while she worked and with the gentleness of each stroke of the brush, Spencer kept dozing off.

Y/n removed herself from Spencer causing him to turn his head to look up at her, she was smiling so brightly Spencer never wanted to look away. Y/n was staring down at the work on Spencer’s back and jumped slightly when he asked, “Can I see it?”

“Oh yes! Of course!”, she rushed to put down her paints and brushes. Y/n grabbed Spencer’s hand and pulled him towards the full-length mirror hanging on the back of her bedroom door. Before handing him the handheld mirror she said, “Close your eyes. I’m going to count to 3.” Spencer just chuckled and nodded.

“1…”

“…2…”

“…3”

Spencer opened his eyes and let out a gasp. The art that now covered his back was simple but so pretty. There were no defined lines, the colors overlapped in some places which just made it all the more beautiful. He looked from the mirror to y/n to see her hands clasped together and held against her mouth. She moved her hands slightly to ask, “So, what do you think?” Spencer looked back at the mirror and said, “I never want to take it off.”

After the time Spencer spent with y/n he was scared he would never see or talk to her again. Right after she revealed the painting she had done on his back, Emily called him with a new case. He ran out of there so fast he didn’t have time to remove the paint or give y/n his number. The plane ride was slightly uncomfortable with his clothes sticking to the paint.

However, it turned out the universe was on his side. They were leaving one case going straight to another, so Spencer’s spirits were kind of in shambles and his mind was consumed with thoughts of y/n. His sadness was starting to take over his mood when his rarely used cell phoned chimed, signaling that he just received a text.

Hi, doc. It’s your favorite artist. I hope it isn’t weird I’m texting you. I got a call from someone named Penelope. She said Emily thought you would like to hear from me.

Spencer looked over towards Emily who was smirking as she read over the case file, she knew who was texting him. Spencer just shook his head as he typed out his response, smiling the whole time.

Hello, y/n. That would be my best friends medaling in my life. Luckily, this time they were right.

Y/n response came back fast, and Spencer chuckled softly imagining the teasing look she was probably making as she asked-

This time?

That is a story for another time.

Over the course of the several weeks Spencer was gone, Y/n and Spencer texted every chance they got. A lot of the times Spencer would be too busy and would see messages from y/n he had gotten through the day.

I was running late this morning due to me having terrible time management skills and well- I went to brunch with paint completely covering my clothes.

Ha look what I did. I’m starting to think I’m the real genius here. click here for image

SPENCER REID. DID YOU REALLY HAVE PENELOPE GO BUY ME THIS AND BRING IT TO ME?!?! I love it! Thank you! click here for image

Spencer would always laugh and respond every time he got the chance. One night he was actually able to call her.

“Hello?”

“Are not sure how to answer a phone or are you questioning if I’m really calling you?” Spencer teased.

“Well, isn’t someone feeling sassy today.” Y/n laughed; she was overwhelmingly happy to hear his voice.

They spent most of the night just catching up. Y/n never once asked about the case and for that Spencer was thankful. Spencer saw the sun start to rise and realized what time it was.

“I should probably try and get at least a few hours of sleep.” Spencer said into the phone. He heard her gasp and then frantically started apologizing, “Oh my goodness! I am so sorry! I was just so happy to talk to you I didn’t realize. I-“

Spencer cut her off with a “Hey. It perfectly okay. I love talking to you. If it were possible, I would never sleep if it meant I could talk to you forever.”

Y/n couldn’t stop smiling, “Well guess what doc. You’re kind of stuck with me get ready for me to never stop talking.” Spencer laughed softly, “I am definitely okay with that.”

As soon as the jet landed, Spencer texted y/n to let her know they were back. What he didn’t expect was for her to be standing in the bullpen with Penelope. Spencer couldn’t help but practically sprint to her, ignoring the knowing looks from his teammates.

When reached her, he wrapped her in a hug. Y/n giggled as she hugged him back. When they pulled apart Spencer asked, “What are you doing here?” Y/n shrugged and looked towards Penelope who had left her side to join the others and said, “Reasons.” She looked back at Spencer and winked. Spencer laughed and shook his head as he wrapped her in another hug.

Spencer and y/n left with Spencer promising to finish the paperwork first thing the following week. Once they were outside y/n turned to Spencer and said, “Okay so the main reason I couldn’t wait any longer to see you is I want to ask you something?”

Spencer turned his head and squinted his eyes, “Should I be scared?” Y/n barked out a laugh and grabbed Spencer’s hand. He stared where their hands were joined. Y/n must have thought he didn’t want to hold her hand because she noticed him staring and let go.

Y/n became a little nervous as she asked, “I- I wanted to ask you to be my plus one at an art show tomorrow. This will be the second art show my work has been in and I’m extremely nervous and would love for you to be there.”

Spencer smiled, feeling beyond flattered that she would want him there. He grabbed her hand the same way she had before and said, “I would love nothing more.”

That following night at the art show Spencer knew for certain he was completely consumed with feelings for y/n. He couldn’t help but to admire how her face lit up every time she talked about her work with other guests. It fills him with pride every time she would turn away the champagne that is offered. What really sets his heart ablaze is how y/n would reach for his hand every time she moved on to another art piece or to speak to someone else. It was as if y/n wanted, needed him. Whether it was for comfort or confidence Spencer was happy to be either of those things for her.

Towards the end of the night Spencer and y/n had finally found a moment to be alone. They stood in front of a painting that kind of reminded Spencer of the mermaid from that one Disney movie Penelope made him watch.

Y/n must have thought so also because as she looked at the painting she said, “You know I am really glad you have become a part of my world.” Y/n turned her head to look at Spencer there was a gleam in her eye. Spencer responded by saying, “Is there any way I can always be a part of your world?”

Y/n responded by kissing Spencer, putting ever amount of emotion she felt into it. The kiss was more vibrant and meaningful than any art she could ever dream of creating.

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fierypen37 · 4 years

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The Oasis: Chapter 17

Chapter 17

They whiled away the afternoon snuggled on the couch watching movies. Her choice was a rom-com about a hard-ass businesswoman accidentally falling in love with her assistant. Jon felt for the poor bastard loving his lady from afar. It was easy to daydream and project the two of them into the roles. It suited his romantic streak. Daenerys really was a badass businesswoman after all. He’d pine for her in silence. Her tea would always be hot. Her appointments would always be on time. Jon would be her shadow, her right hand as she conquered the world. Watching them fall in love made him absurdly happy. Watching the firelight dance on her features and shine in her hair, he had never felt more content.

Now, in the kitchen, they nibbled on lush strawberries crusted with chocolate. Mesmerized, he watched Daenerys take a bite, red juice dribbling down her chin. Fuck. He could watch her fold laundry or file taxes and it would make him hard. Jon looked away to distract himself. What else could he think about? Her favorite color was green, like tree leaves in summer and the sea near her home on Dragonstone. She always double-tied her shoelaces. She liked wine and hated beer. She had neat table manners, except with dessert. She snored. And she probably needed glasses from the way she squinted at the warming instructions on the prepackaged tea. Well shit. Now his dick and his chest were aching with longing.

“You ok?” her voice was soft. Jon blinked. Sitting on the counter, tousled, in her dark purple nightgown, swinging her feet as she nibbled on another berry. It was really unfair how cute she was. And too sexy to be real. Daenerys was beautiful. Inside and out. How the fuck would she ever pick him? Awkward. Working class. Too serious. A mess of hang-ups and neuroses. There was a list of men a mile long who would be lucky to polish her shoes or fetch her tea.

“Yeah. Why?”

“You’re staring at that wall like it personally offended you.”

“Am I?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I guess I never noticed the crack around the support beam. I’ll have to tell Mrs. Stark to check the foundation.”

“Good to know. You’re a handy man to have around, Mr. Snow,” Daenerys said with a grin. Jon sidled closer to sample a berry. The soft richness of the chocolate exploded on his tongue chased by the berry’s bright sweetness.

“Damn, that’s delicious,” he said. Daenerys smile widened. There was a strawberry seed stuck in one of her perfect teeth. She wrapped her leg around him, drawing him closer.

“Let me taste,” she said, bending to kiss him. Yeah, so good. Soft lips, the faint lingering sweetness of chocolate, the stroke of her tongue. Jon hummed happily into her mouth, hands sliding up the strong grip of her thighs. Velvet-soft skin and so warm. Her hair fell forward around them both like a living veil. Jon cupped her hips, growling as her fingernails delicately scraped his scalp. Daenerys drew his lower lip into her mouth, nibbling gently. The sensation sent blood surging south.

“Yeah, you taste good,” she said with a languid lick below his ear. Jon bit his lip to keep from whimpering. Flirty, dominant Daenerys was a whole new level of sexy. The kiss spun on, Daenerys teased and coaxed him into a fever pitch. Trapped against the counter, his cock twitched, eager for the slick heat of her. Her arms and legs hugged him close, her mouth mapping new paths to pleasure as she kissed and nibbled on his neck.

“Dany,” he breathed, desperate and needy. Daenerys did that thing to his ear with her tongue. Gods, he fucking loved that. Something in him snapped. Jon yanked her hips toward the edge of the counter.

“Lie back.” His accent thickened, his voice was hoarse and rough. Pupils blown wide, lips wet and pink, she looked utterly delectable. Gods, he wanted to devour her. His mouth filled with saliva. She sank back on her elbows on the polished counter, legs spread to welcome him. Jon nudged her thighs wider, breathing deep of her sweet musky smell. Mmm, her nether lips were already glistening from just a kiss. A soft lap opened her. He would never slake his longing for her. As he worked her clit, slowly, patiently, he listened to the music of her whimpers and sighs and incensed breathing. So good. With a sharp cry, she came against his face, awash with lube.

“Jon,” she whimpered, her hands fisted in hanks of his hair. Jon smiled against her pussy, nuzzling her nether lips tenderly. He would exploit his intimate knowledge of her body until she was clawing and begging for his cock. Jon teased her clit with his tongue, feeling her shudder.

“Jon, Jon,” her voice was sharp, cold. Jon looked up at her face, confused. All the lovely color had drained away, now she look pale, scared.

“There’s someone at the door.”

Fuck! Jon whirled around, positioning her directly behind him. The doorknob jiggled.

“Get the gun. Now!”

Daenerys slid off the counter and bounded for the stairs. Jon yanked a knife from the block on the island. Fear doused him like cold water. How was he such a fucking idiot? She was on the run for her life and here he was going down on her in the kitchen without a care in the world with Barry’s gun upstairs. Gods, he could get them both killed—

“Jon? Are you here?” Arya’s voice deflated all his tension. His little sister shouldered her way through the door, laden with plastic bags of takeaway. Outside, he heard the din of the rain, and saw her black truck parked on the circle drive.

“You’ll never believe it, but this fucking cattle truck was jack-knifed on the highway. And somehow the cows got loose and--”

“Arya? Seven fucking hells, you scared me!” Jon said, setting the knife down and moving around the island to help her.

“Dany, false alarm, it’s just Arya!” he called upstairs. Arya glared at him beneath her fringe of wet dark brown hair.

“I called you about a million times. Check your phone!” His phone. Wedged between the couch cushions somewhere. Gods, he was a fucking idiot. Jon glanced toward the stairs. Daenerys would be well within her rights to tell him to fuck all the way off and find a real bodyguard to protect her.

Arya’s grey eyes wandered over the scattered foodstuffs, the faint flickering of firelight, Jon standing awkwardly behind the island. He was decent, at least. That zing of adrenaline had killed any arousal. A catlike grin stretched on Arya’s face.

“You were fucking, weren’t you? Gods, Jon! I knew it! I knew you two were fucking!” Jon lunged for Arya, intent on wrestling her to the ground to shut her up. She danced around the island with ease, giggling.

“Shut up! Gods, Arya. Yes, if you must know, we’re intimate. But shut up about it, yeah?” he said. Arya set down her burden. The potent spice and oil wafting from it made his stomach gurgle. Dothraki barbeque.

“‘Intimate,’ he says. Prig. I can’t wait to tell Gendry. He owes me ten crowns.” Jon cast an aggrieved glance up. Gods save him from little sisters.

“You want me to beg, I’ll beg. Please shut up. She’s been through enough.”

Arya sobered, dragging her fingers through her wet hair.

“Yeah, it’s a tough go. You’re mad for her, aren’t you?” The question brought him up short. Jon swallowed hard.

“I am,” he said quietly. Arya whistled low.

“Does she feel the same?” Jon closed his eyes. Daenerys with the sun shining through her hair, smiling in his bed. Holding her hand in the tense cab ride from the city. The way her mouth formed his name as they made love. Did she?

Gods, he wanted it so bad.

“I . . . I don’t know.”

Arya shrugged, boosting herself up to sit on the counter.

“Have you asked?”

A soft clearing of throat saved him from answering. Daenerys glided down the stairs, dressed now in black leggings and a goldish sweater, the neckline loose enough to bare one shoulder. Barefoot, with her hair a wavy silken waterfall. She looked like something out of the fashion magazines Sansa poured over.

“Hey, sorry if I scared you. I’d phoned Jon I was coming over. I brought food!” Arya said with a charming smile. Daenerys returned the gesture with equal warmth.

“No worries, Jon and I had a movie on. We must have fallen asleep. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she said with an easy handshake, “Arya, right? Jon’s told me about you.” Arya cast him a sly glance. A touch smug. It said, ‘She’s got your number, Snow.’ And damn if that wasn’t the gods’ honest truth.

“Good things, I hope.”

“Mostly that you’re a bit of a wild card, and could kick his ass seven ways to the sept,” Daenerys said with shy glance his way. Jon slid his hand into hers, hyper-aware of his little sister’s knowing gaze. Daenerys gave his hand a comforting little squeeze. Arya laughed, preening a little.

“That’s definitely true. Gendry—my boyfriend slash manager slash promoter—he says we could get a title shot if my next few fights go well.” Jon’s jaw dropped.

“You’re fighting again? Does your mum know?” he asked. Arya shrugged, her patented gesture when things got a little too uncomfortable—or if her mother came up in conversation. Arya’s desire and skill in the arena were a source of contention between her and her mother. All of her decisions were a source of contention with the formidable Mrs. Stark.

“She doesn’t want to hear about it. I mailed her an invite to my next fight. I hope to see her there. If not, I have a lot of people in my corner.”

Silence fell for a long, uncomfortable beat.

“Thank you for braving this weather to bring us food,” Daenerys said after a moment, waving a hand to encompass the heavy rain.

Arya snorted, sliding down from the counter to rummage in the fridge for a beer. Deftly popping the cap off on the counter edge, she handed one to Daenerys before taking another for herself. Jon arched a brow at Arya. She grinned in answer, and Jon released Daenerys long enough to nudge behind Arya to snag a bottle of water for himself. No more fucking around. He was on watch. It earned an approving nod from his sister.

“It’s fine. Just a bit of rain. You should see the roads in winter. Sometimes even the snow plows get buried.”

“I’m a city girl. I don’t even have my permit,” Daenerys said as she sipped her beer.

“The north is the best place to learn to drive. Sheep outnumber people five to one,” Arya joked.

“Maybe I’ll learn then,” Daenerys said. She moved toward the bulging plastic sack of food, sniffing appreciatively.

Talk flowed easily as they heaped delicious roasted meat on their plates, redolent with spice. Traditional Dothraki stuff was mostly game, but the spice blend was perfect for beef. Arya told them about her training, her apartment, Gendry. Jon had met him once. Big bloke, a former fighter himself. The pole-axed look he gave Arya told Jon enough. Gendry was made for her.

“Mmm, you have Dothraki barbeque up here?”

“There’s a Dothraki transplant in Winterfell, Quono Riderman. His food is the best,” Jon said.

“I love Dothraki food. I was horse-mad as a kid. Mother hired a riding teacher Irri. She was a stickler for tradition. We’d always go to this authentic Dothraki restaurant after lessons,” Daenerys said. He was aware of Daenerys watching him as he tucked in.

“I’m surprised you can handle it,” Daenerys teased him, laughter in her eyes. A northerner to his core, he had a Westerosi palate. Arya and Daenerys added hot sauce to theirs, while Jon sweated. The meat was good, but gods. His mouth was on fire.

“It tastes great. The salad helps with the spice,” Jon said, trying not to cough. The greens and vegetables were crisp, and the vinegary dressing was cooling. The melty ice cream for dessert was even better, a coffee and chocolate swirl thing that was Arya’s favorite.

“So I hear there’s some bad blokes after you. Tell me about it,” Arya asked as they tidied the dishes. He watched worriedly as Daenerys paused, hands wrist-deep in soapy hot water.

“They call themselves the Harpy Triumvirate. Individuals from the three great cities of the Bay of Dragons: Astapor, Yunkai, and Meereen. I run an anti-trafficking organization called Breaking Chains. They’ve been sending me death threats for years. Only this week they’ve backed up the talk with violence.” The words were cold, clinical. Jon could hear the lawyer paring down the terror and death into impartial facts. Arya whistled low.

“That sucks,” she said. The understatement drew a crooked smile from Daenerys. She glanced at him, a soft, shining look.

“It does suck. But Jon saved me. That day and every day since.” Arya’s grin glowed with pride.

“He’s a good bloke to have around in a sticky spot,” she said.

“He is,” Daenerys said. Seven hells, he was blushing. There was nothing he could say without sounding like a fatuous asshole, so Jon took a long draught from his water bottle.

“Daenerys, I’d be happy to show you a couple things. Just in case.”

Daenerys’ face lit up.

“I would love that.” Both looked to him. Jon lifted his hands.

“I volunteer to finish washing up,” he said. Daenerys chuckled, kissing his cheek in passing. The glancing touch sent little tingles through him. He fancied the spot glowed. Their amiable chatter made him deeply happy. Arya was easy to get along with, but she was also very protective of him. Seeing her get on so well with Daenerys set him at ease. It had been the same subtle feeling when he met and approved of Gendry. Jon washed the dishes, tidied the leftovers, wiped down the countertops and set the kettle aside for tea. An ear turned toward the den heard the murmur of their conversation, punctuated liberally with giggling. With women, giggling was usually a good sign.

Jon tiptoed to the den and peeked in. Arya stood behind Daenerys, one muscular arm locked around her neck, the other pinioning her hands behind her. Gods, Arya’s been training hard. She looks like she’s gained a stone in muscle.

“Ok, so if a fucker’s got you from behind, more than likely he’s gonna feel pretty confident. This hand--” Arya jiggled the one holding Dany’s wrists, “—will more than likely be relaxed, ‘cause he’s got an arm around your throat. So first snap back with your hips, create a little space.” Brow forked in concentration; Dany tried. Biting back a smile, Jon leaned against the doorjamb. It made him crazy to think of Dany having to use Arya’s self-defense techniques, but the demo was important.

“Like that?” she asked.

Arya smile grew broader.

“Yeah yeah, once you do that you break the hold of his hands, you can duck under the arm—yeah like that and rip his junk off.”

“Leave the fucker writhing in pain as you run off,” Jon interjected. Arya had Daenerys repeat the move and its variations on both her and Jon over and over again. After forty-five minutes of training, his shoulders and chest felt a little sore, but he counted it worth it. Daenerys winced as she stood after Arya demonstrating some sort of Yi Tish balance-block move. Arya helped her up, nodding in sympathy.

“My first coach Syrio said every bruise is a lesson, and every lesson makes you better.”

“He sounds like a wise man,” Daenerys said. By consensus, they agreed more training would wait. They collapsed back on the couch. Arya sobered.

“Syrio’s a tough old bastard. He told me there is only one god, and his name is Death. And there is only one thing we say to Death: Not today.”

Daenerys and Jon stood on the porch waving to Arya as she drove off into the dusk. The rain had let up slightly, but grey clouds brooded overhead. Daenerys nestled closer to Jon’s side. Even in summer, the evening chill was biting. Jon followed her back inside and together they wordlessly began tidying the remnants of their meal. Despite the late lunch, Arya rummaged through the fridge and insisted on a bit of supper. Robb and Margaery’s choice of lobster was excellent, as was the turtle soup sopped up with oven-warmed bread dripping with butter. Calories didn’t count on the lam.

“Are you sure you’re ok with this?” she asked.

Arya had pointed out rather succinctly that given the odds against them, Jon was outnumbered and outmanned. Winterfell with its high walls, cameras, and hired security were a far better option. Anxiety coiled taut in her belly. A sidelong glance found his brow knitted, a frown flattening the lush curve of his mouth. Jon had been explicit: he wouldn’t risk his family for her sake. Arya had been quick to wave off any concern. The youngest two Bran and Rickon were south for the weekend with their mother visiting Mrs. Stark’s family in the River district. Mr. Stark was in the Storm district on business, Sansa was at uni.

Daenerys buried her hands in the dishwater to hide them shaking. Of course he wouldn’t want her in Winterfell. Even with most of his family away, Arya was still there, who he obviously adored. He had only known her for a week. He owed her nothing. The silence was unbearable.

“Would you say something?” she said sharply. Jon glanced at her, his scowl deepening.

“What?” he asked.

“’What?’” Daenerys repeated, “If you don’t want me to go to Winterfell, just say so. I can find my own way.”

The words emerged sharper and nastier than she intended, but the thought of being unwanted pricked her deepest insecurities. Her father had wanted another son, Vis had wanted to live without the burden of a little sister, Daario wanted Jeyne. Daenerys chewed on her lower lip, struggling to breathe down the shrieking panic. Jon had become a safe place, a peaceful paradise. Without him, she felt cast adrift, rudderless. Something in his posture stiffened. His dark eyes flashed.

“You want to leave?” he said quietly. No. No, never.

“You’ve done enough. I can--”

“‘Done enough?’ Yeah, nearly gotten you killed, right? Or do you mean fucking you? Was that ‘enough?’” Daenerys flinched as if he’d struck her and shook her head, marching in the direction of the stairs. She would pack up a few things and hike to the nearest petrol station. A phone call to Vis or Jory would be enough.

“Stop, Jon. Now you’re just being nasty.” Jon followed her, dark and thunderous as the stormclouds outside. The bedroom was a wreck, sheets and blankets strewn on the floor from their earlier lovemaking. Tears clogged her throat.

“No, no. Here we are again. Spell it out for me,” Jon said.

“Why are you acting like this? You’re the one who didn’t want me to go to Winterfell!” Daenerys said, her voice climbing to a near shout. Jon matched her in ferocity and volume, squaring off across the bed from her.

“I didn’t know my family was away! If I had, I would have taken you there first!” Daenerys blinked, confused.

“But--”

Jon sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her and raked a hand through his hair.

“Do you realize how fucking stupid I feel about this afternoon?” he said. Daenerys circled the bed to sit beside him. His expression was tortured.

“What if it wasn’t Arya at the door? I could have gotten you killed! You deserve a battalion of guards to keep you safe. If you don’t want a fuck-up for a bodyguard, I get it. If things are too intense and confusing and you’re looking for an easy out, I get it. But don’t ever think it’s because I don’t want you around. That never gonna happen. Get me?” Daenerys choked back a sob. One tear eked free, and Jon smoothed it away with his thumb. The tenderness of the gesture broke her heart.

“I trust you, Jon. I trust you. And I don’t want to go anywhere without you.” I love you. How she wished she was brave enough to say those words.

“We’ll go to Winterfell in the morning. Together,” she said, taking his hand and pressing kisses on the back.

“Together,” Jon said, drawing her close for a kiss.

Perhaps it was the thought of separation, or the fact that privacy would be scarce in Winterfell, but passion boiled quick and sweet. Sensation blurred. Mm, Jon’s dark, worshipful gaze, long, drinking kisses, undressing her as if she was something fragile and precious. She let her touch speak for her, writing words of love on his body. They moved together, a gentle, timeless eternity. Climax washed over her in deep spasms. Jon followed her soon after, panting her name against her neck. They drowsed in the tub together, fell asleep in each other’s arms.

A beam of sunlight woke her. She squinted at the aperture of the curtains, and the sun-dappled blur of greenery beyond. Behind her, Jon snuffled in his sleep. The arm draped around her twitched. Daenerys kissed him awake.

“Good morning,” she whispered. Jon cracked open one eye.

“‘Mornin,’” he rumbled.

“Go back to sleep. I’ll make tea.”

“M’kay,” he said, already drifting off.

She slid from bed, stretching. Gods, with Jon she slept better than she ever had. Braiding her hair and dressing in clean clothes made her feel ready to greet the day. The burner phone buzzed on the nightstand. She snagged it, creeping into the hallway so as not to disturb Jon. Good, she needed to talk to Vis.

“Hello, Daenerys.” The smooth voice was unfamiliar. Fear sang through her.

“Who is this?” she whispered.

“Where are my manners? My name is Ramsay Bolton. Now, you naughty girl, look at your boytoy.”

“What—Where--?”

“Look.” Daenerys looked at Jon, asleep in bed, a red laser dot floating on his forehead. Oh gods.

“Now listen very carefully.”

#jonerys fanfiction #daenerys targaryen #jon snow #fp37fic #the oasis #a touch of smut

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jjsbeesh · 4 years

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Just Another day

Not my gif

This is my first time writing anything like this, it was too good not to share holy cow

JJ Maybank x reader

It’s long as hell but I worked really hard on it, I tried to capture some moments that actually happened in the show to make it seem more real

Gets really hot and heavy, brace yourselves

Just another day with the Pogues, or so you thought...

It was just another day in The Cut. You, John B, Kiara, Pope, and JJ had decided to take the Pogue out on the water and drink some beers. Every day brought a new adventure with this crowd and you loved it. They all were your closest friends for as long as you could remember, you and Kiara being best friends since you were in preschool. Being so blunt and forward yet loving at the same time, she always kept you grounded. You grew up next door to John B, and were by his side the whole time once his dad went missing. You loved that boy so much and would do anything for him. You and JJ were similar in that you both loved to have a good time, all the time, no matter where. When nobody wanted to do anything, he was the one who would just kick back with you and smoke a blunt and talk about life. You two had a special bond, but lately you felt yourself start to see him differently. You analyzed every move he made with such detail, feeling exhilarated with every glance he gave you. He was always flirty - with you, Kie, literally any girl with a pulse. Why do i feel this way?? They all were attractive, and that was something you were well aware of from the beginning. But JJ, he was so different than anyone you had ever met. Every time he would open his mouth to say some nonsense, your eyes would be glued to his lips, your mind exploring what kissing him would be like. But you couldn’t. He was your best friend. The biggest player in Outer Banks. He wouldn’t want it. It was all so foolish.

As you got ready that morning, you grabbed your favorite black bikini and a pair of jean shorts. You packed your cooler slam full of beers, and a sandwich for Pope. That was y’all’s thing. You went to the bathroom and tied your hair back, looking at yourself in the mirror. “Today’s gonna be a good day.” You thought, as you turned out of the bathroom and shut the door. You grabbed your things and headed outside, the van waiting on you in the driveway. “Take your damn time!” Kiara shouted as your climbed in the back seat next to Pope. “I slept in okay geez!” you laughed as she jokingly turned around and smacked your arm. “Damn Y/N, who you impressing today wearing that sexy suit?” JJ mocked you from the floor of the van while rolling a blunt. “Shut the hell up, you’re nasty” you teased at him. You looked down at him to see him looking up at you. He looked at your body, then back in your eyes, licked his lips, then went right back down to his blunt. Damn, he was so hot. “You got my sandwich right?” Pope asked as he put his arm around you over the back of the seat. “How could I forget!” You said. Y’all cruised down the road, windows down and music blasting, until you reached the dock.

Today has already been amazing, and it isn’t even noon yet. You sit at the front of the boat with Kie, downing your 4th beer and dancing to the music blasting through the speakers. John B drives as Pope and JJ sit in the back, arguing about something insignificant. You get up and walk up to John B, arms wrapping around his neck as he steers the boat. “How you doin’ bud?” you ask as he puts his hand on your forearm. “Better now, thanks” he says and smirks as you squeeze him a little tighter, pretending to choke him. All the guys kind of had a thing for you but never would admit it. You walked back to the front of the boat, laying out on the seat. You pulled your ponytail out and let your hair fly all over the place in the wind. “JJ, beer me!” you sat up and yelled to the back of the boat. You knew you were gonna be pretty drunk before you knew it but you didn’t care - today was just that kinda day. “Hell no princess, come back here and get it yourself!” he scoffed and gave you a look. “Ugh, fine” you spat back at him, making your way to the cooler. You kneeled down to grab a beer, right in front of JJ knowing his eyes were glued to your ass. That was the goal though - if you can’t have him just tease him, right? As you stand back up he grabs your arm and yanks you down on the seat between him and Pope. “Stay back here, I’m tired of hearing this losers bullshit” JJ says point his finger at Pope, talking about whatever stupid argument they had earlier. You laughed and looked at Pope with a smile and say “whatever the hell y’all were talking about, i know Pope was right. Sorry J.” JJ gave you a look of surprise while Pope beamed, saying “See! She wasn’t even listening and she still knows you’re a dumbass!” Pope got up and made his way up to Kiara, leaving you sitting leg-to-leg with JJ in the back.

You tried to scoot over, but he puts his arm around you and scoots you right back. “I gotta say, Y/N, I meant what I said in the van. You look hot as fuck today. Not like you don’t all the time, but damn.” You felt yourself tense up at his words, knowing your teasing was paying off. “I don’t wanna hear it, same pick up lines for every girl you try to get with. You’re disgusting. Now shut up and shotgun a beer with me.” You gave him a look and he stood up and nodded. You could tell your words stung him and instantly felt bad, but it was true. No matter how damn fine he is. He grabs two beers, handing you one. He grabbed his keys out of his pocket to punch a hole in them for y’all to shotgun. You watched as he pierced the cans, his arms flexing as he does it. How could someone look so hot doing something so simple? You pushed your thoughts out of your head by downing the beer, instantly feeling tingly. You didn’t even notice, but you actually finished yours faster than JJ did. Probably because you were doing anything you could to stop thinking about him. “Hell yeah, Y/N!!!!” John B shouts from the drivers seat. “Come on now, she got a head start!” JJ exclaims as he looks at you with a smirk. His smirk. He made you weak just looking at him. “Whatever you say, loser.” you mock him as you make your way back to the front of the boat, knowing he’s watching you walk away from him.

John B parks the boat in the marsh and decides to join the party, downing one beer instantly then grabbing another. You lost count at 8 beers, no telling which one you were on now. You were feeling good. You are all sitting at the front of the boat laughing and talking. You suddenly get the urge to jump in the water and cool off. Without warning, you stand up, pull your jean shorts off, and dive head first into the water. “Uhhh.. what was that?” John B says, looking surprised at the others. “I dunno but I liked it, a lot.” JJ said as he watched for you to come up from the water. You climb back into the boat and ring your hair out. “I got hot” you say abruptly as you sit back down. “No shit!” Pope laughs as you snatch the towel from his hands. JJ gets up to walk to the back of the boat, probably to check his phone or something. You follow him, and wrap your arms around his body, that was scorching from the sun. “Hey” you said sweetly as he turns around and looks at you. “Hey” he echoes, looking down back at you. “I’m sorry for what I said earlier. It was a little harsh, I’ll admit it. I just don’t know how to react to you sometimes, especially when you’re like that.” you say with a straight face. “No it’s okay I get it. I’m a player, yeah yeah yeah. I just can’t help it with you Y/N. You do something to me. It’s different. Sorry if that makes you feel weird.” He shrugs, eyes locked to yours. “You better shut up before you get me in trouble” you slur your words as you grab the pockets of his swim suit and pull him closer to you. He bits his lip hungrily, ripping your bathing suit off in his mind. “Easy princess. Everyone’s here.” He pushes your hair behind your ear with his finger, then slowly traces it down your neck to your collarbone. You can’t take it anymore. You push him away and wink at him before walking to the front of the boat, nearly exploding from how turned on you are. “Fuck, what am I doing.” you think to yourself. Your thoughts are paused when Kie hands you a beer and says “on your knees, bitch! Chug!” You grab the beer confidently and put the whole thing back, impressed with yourself at your drinking skills today. You get up and grab John B’s hands and start to dance with him, the boat rocking in the water. You feel JJ’s eyes locked on your every move as John B is swaying you around, leaning your head back and laughing. He could watch you all day long - he was mesmerized.

As the sun started to go down, y’all got back to the dock. John B decided he wanted to continue the party at his house, given he didn’t get to drink that much because he was driving. You’d never turn down a night of drinking, even after drinking all day long. Best way to kick a hangover, right? Everyone hopped off the boat, JJ carrying your cooler for you. You and Kie decided to walk over to your house to freshen up a bit given y’all had been in the sun all day. You both take a shower and as she’s rummaging through your closet she says “I thought I saw a little something between you and JJ today, huh?” You started to blush. “Nah I couldn’t. He’s hot as hell but I would be an idiot to think it’s a good idea to get with him. I just mess with him cause you know he will drool over any girl that breathes.” You shrug, hating the truth coming out of your mouth. “Yeah that’s true, but I saw him eyeing you. It might be different, who knows. It’s JJ.” She laughs as she throws on one of your crop tops. You chew on her words as you get dressed, wondering if it actually was different with you.

Y’all make your way back to John B’s house, finding everyone in the back huddled around a keg. You went straight for the alcohol, needing to numb your thoughts of JJ and curb your oncoming hangover. “Looking fine as ever princess, how do you do it?” You hear from behind you as you feel hands grab your hips. Here we go again. You teasingly push your hips back into his, creating friction between you that you knew would drive him crazy. “Hmm, maybe you’re the one I’m trying to impress! Who knows” you say jokingly as you bite your lip and turn to look at him. He grunts at your movements and just as he try’s to pull you with more force you step forward, moving away from him. You turn around to face him, grab the back of his neck and pull him in and whisper “guess we’ll just have to find out, won’t we?” And walk away. He is left absolutely speechless - he had never seen this side of you before. Hell, you hadn’t either. All you knew was you loved what you were doing to that boy.

Everyone is back around the keg, taking turns filling up their cups halfway before throwing them back. You were already feeling your buzz again, but you wanted more now. “Anyone down for a quick smoke sesh?” you questioned the group. Everyone shook their heads except JJ - which you knew would happen. “Fine, y’all are lame! Let’s go J” and you grab his hand and walk toward the porch, not knowing what exactly you’ve gotten yourself into. Once y’all walk in the screen door, you immediately grab the blunt out of your pocket and raise your eyebrow at JJ cause you know he always has his lighter. You put the blunt between your lips and he reaches up to light it, gaze not leaving your lips. You take a few big puffs before passing it to him. While he hits it you lean back against the wall and put your head back, already feeling yourself drift off. “Shit, you already gone?” He jokes at you. You immediately snap your head up “No no, just relaxed. That’s all.”

Before you know it, he has you pinned against the wall, holding your hands down by your side. “You think I don’t know what you’re doing today, babe?” he says in a low, raspy voice. You don’t know how to respond, so you just stand and shrug your shoulders at him while looking right into his eyes. He reaches his hand up from yours and grabs your chin, aggressively but not too aggressively, and hums “you’ve been teasing me all day long princess. And I’m about sick of it.” Just as you go to make a sassy comment back at him, he pulls you in for a kiss. Sweet at first, the kiss became more and more aggressive. You pulled back for a moment, realizing what was happening. His eyes now dark and lustful, he looks at you and says “can’t have you thinking you can just get away with anything, now can we?” Pressing his lips back into you hard, he lifts you up so your legs are wrapped around his waist, hips connected. You pulled on his hair as his hands were on your ass, causing him to moan in your mouth. Without you even noticing, he carried you into the house and into John B’s room.

He sets you down and continues to kiss you, hands running softly down your back, giving you chills. You slip your hands under his shirt and feel his abs. Boy did he have a hot body. Suddenly you pulled back and froze. “This isn’t a good idea, JJ.” You said, almost sad sounding. He gets a concerned look on his face and grabs your hands. “Look...” he says while messing with your hands, “I want this. Hell, I’ve wanted this since the first day I’ve met you. Everyone always gives me shit because of the way I talk about you. It’s more than just wanting to fuck you. You’re stunning. And frankly the most amazing girl I’ve ever met.” You go to stop him, fearing the alcohol is making him say things he doesn’t mean. “No let me talk damnit” he huffs. “I want this. I want you. Yeah it’s hard because of our friendship and everyone else but I don’t give a shit. Scares the hell out of me. But I’m tired of just sitting around all the time not doing a damn thing about it.” You have never heard him talk like this before, especially about a girl. You grabbed his face and pulled him in for a kiss, knowing you didn’t have the words right now to tell him how you felt.

You moved down to his neck, kissing and biting around making him groan into your ear. He moves his hands down and squeezes your ass and pulls your cheeks apart. You pull back from his neck and turn around and go sit on the bed, smiling. “You’re a damn tease if I’ve ever seen one, Y/N.” He grumbles at you. “Well what are you going to do about it?” you question seductively. He gets a fiery look in his eyes at your words, and slams you on your back on the bed before removing his shirt. He gives you a few quick kisses before slowly moving down your neck, sucking at it while he starts to pull your shirt off. You help him get it off and he sits back and stares at your breasts. “Fuck, better than I thought they’d be.” He laughed as you shot him a jokingly offended look. He quickly went back to his business, kissing down your collarbone and around your breasts before taking your nipple into his mouth. You moan, having wanted this to happen for so long. He sucks and gently bites on your nipples before he plants kisses all the way down your stomach, to the top of your pants. He slowly unbuttons them while kissing around your belly, you just sit back and admire the sight in front of you. He is so sexy. He moves down to the end of the bed and pulls you by your hips closer, pulling your pants off as he does. You’re left in nothing but your underwear. He sighs heavy as he looks at you laying on the bed, before placing kisses on your inner thighs, his tongue making contact with your skin at each kiss. “Fuck...” you moan as he gets closer and closer to your heat, never touching it. “You’re gonna regret teasing me all day, princess.” He mumbles out as he continues to hover over your underwear. You can feel his warm breath and you know for sure that your underwear are soaked through. He uses his finger to play with the edge of your underwear, getting so close but never close enough. You grunt, being unable to handle it anymore, and reach your hands down to pull your underwear off yourself. “Nope.” he blurts as he grabs your hands and pins them to the bed. He then grabs the top of your underwear with his teeth and slowly starts moving them down. He releases your hands and uses his to pull your underwear all the way off, leaving you completely exposed in front of him. He places kisses around your delicate skin before sliding his tongue up and down your slit. You let out an aggressive moan as he does this, finally getting the pleasure you’ve been longing for. “You’re so wet for me aren’t you baby girl?” He says between his swift licks. He sucks on your clit and you nearly lose it, hips bucking up into his face. He immediately stops and stands in front of you, leaving you very disappointed. He grabs your hands and sits you up.

He unbuttons his pants and throws them off, boxers too. Jesus, his dick was big. Way bigger than you thought it would be. Inching towards you, he hums “you know what to do, baby girl.” You take his length on your hands and stroke it a few times, and he leans his head back in pleasure. You slowly take it into your mouth, inch by inch until you can’t anymore. You start bobbing your head slowly, but pick up speed as more spit covers it. “Good girl...” he moans, making you weak. He pulls your hair as you suck him, turning you on even more. He then grabs the back of your head and thrusts hard, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. “Take it, princess.” he says as you let him fuck your throat. His face scrunches in pleasure as he moved back and forth, grunting. He pulls his dick out of your mouth and looks down at you.

He pushes you back and guides you back down onto the bed. You pant as he gets on top of you, kissing you very sloppily. “Tell me what you want, babygirl.” He moans between kisses. “I need you inside of me J. Punish me for teasing you all day. I need you to fuck me.” You gasp as you kiss him. He sits back and smiles, “that’s a good girl.” He positions himself and slowly inserts himself into you, both of you moaning simultaneously at the immense pleasure you felt. He picks up speed as you adjust to his size. You dig your nails into his back as he thrusts harder, the sounds of your moans and slapping skin fill the room. He grabs your throat and chokes you while fucking you. You’d never been choked before but damn, it was so hot when he did that. He continued to pound into you and you started to feel tension building up. He could tell you were close, and he pulls out of you. “Not yet babygirl” he smiles as you sigh, agreeing with him. He flips you over so you’re on your knees, ass in the air and back arched. Without warning he enters you again and you scream with pleasure. “JJ... just like that” you praise him as he somehow goes deeper than he did before. He slaps your ass as he goes deeper, his thumb finding its way to your other hole, just teasing around it but never entering. You felt your legs begin to shake from the overwhelming pleasure you felt. As he continues to pound into you hard, you reach your hand and start rubbing your clit, dying for your release. He notices you do that and it nearly sends him over the edge. His thrusts become faster and sloppier and as you finally reach your climax and let out loud moans, you hear him yell “oh my god, fuck” as you finish at the same time. He thrusts his cum further inside of you as you both ride out your highs, before he pulls out and you roll over and he flops beside you on the bed.

“Well that was...fun” you laugh as he looks at you with a smirk. He reaches over and kisses you again, sweetly and gently. You have never felt happier than you did in this moment. “We should get back to the party,” he sighs as you sit up. “Yeah i know, they probably think we left at this point.” You both get dressed and as he is pulling his shirt over his head he says “so let’s do something together tomorrow. Just the two of us.” You smile and nod as you tie your shoelaces. “Sounds like a deal, dumbass.”

You make your way back outside together. “Where the hell have y’all been?” John B exclaims. “Uhhhh, just busy!” JJ says in a very insincere tone. You shoot Kie a wink and say “it was a really long smoke sesh.”

That was the night you knew you were in love with JJ Maybank. JJ fucking Maybank.

#jj obx #rudy pankow #jj maybank #jj maybank smut

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katsukikitten · 5 years

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Princess part six

A/N this chapter is a bit slow but I feel I need to add these parts. please bare with me as this shit is about to get POPPIN

You return to the yurt with a bemused face as you think over your encounter.

Was that the best approach to finding out the intentions of the man from Imarith?

You feel a ghost of heartbeats in your finger tips that fight for dominance over your throbbing cheek. You sigh, wondering how you're going to get yourself out of this one.

A little fear is a good thing but only if it is paired with respect.

And that man must have relived your evil deed. One you thought would make your father love you, make him see you as equal to his sons.

Your brothers came to you for advice on the battle field, on what best to say to father to get their way and even how to make a woman swoon but all in vain.

If they hadn't looked at you differently after that battle then they sure did when you made them fall to their knees.

When you made your Father of all people fall to you.

You nervously finger the soft sheer lace robe that Reo urged you to take on your way to Katsuki's chambers.

He is a deviant that old man.

It is hard to believe it has only been one day since you've arrived but it feels like weeks. You cannot tell if that is a good thing or not.

You sit at the low table in front of the delicious dinner and wait for Katsuki to arrive.

The minutes tick by and since hes taking his sweet ass time you make yourself at home. Devouring the chicken after it touched your lips for a taste, the bread with honeyed butter destroyed and the small cakes, both yours and his, vanished all the while you smiled happily.

And you'd eat it all over again despite your lip and cheek screaming once more. You undress and ready for bed reluctant to shrug on the semi sheer lace robe before deciding its better than walking around naked even though the king made it explicitly clear that he is not interested.

You turn in the mirror to look at your self and smile.

It would be a shame to not wear such a beautiful garment no matter how provocative. Plus their is power in a woman's self love.

"Tch." You clutch the robe and turn towards the source, dark eyes lazily follow your curves "So vain."

Your eyes narrow to slits as you fill the small bucket with water.

"Says the man who stared in the same mirror with a grin from ear to ear before a war meeting." You snarl, dunking the soft rag in the cool water. You clean your wound with a grimace as he sits to dinner.

"And a glutton too." He snarls around bites of chicken, "One must swallow cakes whole."

"Hey!" A shout followed by a wince, "I tried waiting but you were much too slow."

You take another twenty minutes to wash your face before you reach for the clear gel.

This is the part that sucks. You swab some of the ointment onto the pads of your fingers before staring at your reflection. It's going to sting, you know this and why you're are hesitating you're not sure.

Didnt you *just* pull an arrow head from your flesh and yet dabbing on a bit of cream is too much?

Pathetic.

You're too stubborn and too proud to heal it, plus if you did there would be no scar and no message with it.

Since you lived you'll be damned if your message would fall flat from rumors of it not happening at all should you have no proof.

All the while Katsuki readies for bed in your delay. He begins to blow out the candles that light the room. First by the door, then the table and sitting areas, before leaving be the flames that dance near you. He pulls at his pants and furred vest, tossing them into a pile by the foot of the bed. Strong hands remove all of his jewelry setting it onto the nightstand, save one toothed necklace. He climbs into the made bed surrpressing a yawn. You do not notice his blood red eyes as they study you. The flames from the candles around you dance mischievously in your eyes, kissing your skin and highlighting its smoothness. The robe, especially in the low light, leaves just enough for a man's imagination as his eyes follow the curves of your shoulders, the reflection of your breasts with just enough cleavage showing.

Sure he's seen you naked before but there is still something in the power of not fully seeing.

You let out a low curse having finally started to apply the salve. Your fingers work too roughly across the wound, agitating it to a bright red. Bakugou would just take it upon himself to apply it but after your declaration of independence this morning he is enjoying the sight of you squirm. You hesitate again, fingers hovering over your lip. Is that spot extra sensitive or are you worried about how that pouty lip will look when it is all said and done?

Katsuki is sure it will still be too tempting considering the venom that comes out.

Still he watches, mesmerized by your almost shaking fingers before you steel yourself and apply it. Dragging your finger over the stitch agonizingly slow.

Katsuki growls to himself as he turns over.

"Quit being a bitch about it and just do it so you can blow out the candles." A stab that for once you actually feel in the chest.

You smear the last of it on roughly before blowing out the candle with an angry huff.

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Morning comes quickly and this time you rise before Mizu enters the yurt alleviating the stress of having to announce himself. He was was unsure what was going to be worse, the wrath of a blood thirsty Princess or an explosive King.

Mizu gives you a strained smile before he bows.

"I'm sorry about..."You can't seem to form the rest as he tosses spices and heads of wildflowers into the bath. When you don't finish your sentence Mizu peeks at your fallen face.

"It is quite alright Princess. May I be honest with you?" He asks, filling your small bucket with steaming water for your face.

"You may." You subconsciously grip at your robe to keep yourself from using your quirk as he speaks.

He is not a threat. Is what you tell yourself as he moves what is your moisture around to manifest a stream of heavenly hot water, he holds it in his hands. You swallow thickly.

"I am relieved to know that the King has found someone who would protect him in his heavy sleep." His voice is feather soft as he looks towards the undisturbed King despite your voices being of normal volume.

"He wakes only when the water hits the large tub." Mizu says before letting the water go to fill, it is then that the ash blonde grunts.

He stirs, strong arm feeling for your spot. He forces himself not to jump out of bed and when he sees you standing near Mizu his eyes narrow.

Mizu bows deeply, filling the tub as quickly as he can before turning to leave.

You stare after him as Katsuki moves about the room, setting out his outfit and your own for the day.

You move to step into the bath but your stopped by a strong grip on your bicep.

"You're already lucky enough to share a bath with me and now you want to claim it first?" A snarl to which you scoff.

"You are not above me Bakugou Katsuki." He grips tighter before moving to the bath himself.

Long moments of silence pass between you two, the only sound is your own whine as you clean your wound on your own.

Again his eyes watch and again you do not notice.

"You aren't going to attend the war meetings anymore." He sighs out leaning his head on the back of the tub.

"What?! Why?! I.." But he cuts you off.

"I know what you did. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree huh?"

The water pulls towards you as your cheeks burn.

How fucking dare he?!

He exits the bath dressing, draping himself with his precious teeth. He looks himself over before glaring at your turned head in the mirror as you apply conditioner to your hair with a heated pout.

He lean over you, lips close to your ear.

"Stay out of trouble, Princess."

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You do no such thing over the next week

as you actively seek out that dragon that Katsu claims only he can tame. You have nothing better to do since the villagers do not speak to you.

Everyone but Reo of course.

After hours of watching the winged beast you learned very quickly that he likes cows from random live stock farms from neighboring kingdoms, as there are none here, and fish.

Shark to be more exact.

And shark is easy to come by when you can control the animals whole damn home so you catch a couple and load them onto a cart you've "borrowed" happily singing as you near Ryu's sunning spot.

This will be day three or four of your offerings to the dragon and you plan to seal the deal with another thing you've noticed he hoards in his nest in a cave that over looks the ocean.

His cave can be seen for miles with how brightly it glistens and you smile from ear to ear ignoring the dull throb of your lip.

"Ryuuuuu." You sing as you approach the large red dragon. He roars in protest but eyes your offering greedily not taking flight as he normally does. He sniffs and with a low growl begins devouring the sharks whole. Happily munching and mostly forgetting about you as you sit in the grass to wait.

When he is done and his snout is covered in blood he leans close to you sniffing hard enough that it pulls some fur and fabric from your black outfit into his nose. He nudges you for more and when you hold your hands out empty he roars in your face.

Your heart races but your smile does not falter. If anything it widens. The large beast begins to back away but you pull that two draki out of your pocket and hold it high in the air.

The sun catches the gold and it shines brightly gaining the red dragon's attention. His giant golden eye inspects your final offering before a happy almost purring sound emits from his throat. He gingerly takes the draki with his razor sharp claws and flies away.

You smile happy that you've finally made at least one friend before Ryu returns hastily.

A soft roar as he lands directly in front of you lowering his body so you can climb on.

You look around you like an idiot before climbing hastily onto the dragons back. He soars upward showing you all of his favorite places, gliding over the ocean, past his cave, his sunning spots, high up into the clouds to show you the setting sun before diving low to soar over the yurts of Katsuki's people. He's flying low enough that the eyes of his people staring at you goes unnoticed as you let your fingers touch the taunt fabric tops of homes before landing harshly at the top of the hill beside Bakugou Katsuki himself.

His helping hands gasp before they fall to their knees, head bowed.

Kirishima looks at you astonished as Bakugou's lips pull back over his teeth.

"Dismount." Explosions dance along his arms, "NOW!"

Ryu roars in protest at his master but you can read a room.

Though it delights you to know that you've done something you shouldn't have.

You slide off of Ryu gently, he nuzzles your chest and you give a soft kiss before golden eyes narrow at this master who approaches quickly.

He has a death grip on your arm as he all but drags you to his room not fifty feet away.

"What the fuck?!" He howls before you two even enter the room, "Do you know what you've just fucking done?"

"I took a pretty cool joy ride." You shrug your shoulders reaching for your normal bucket of water.

Even after a week of doing this you still hesitate. Dabbing gently as Katsuki screams at you.

"No you did more than take a joyride you dumbass! What if you..." He starts and blows up one of the low sitting chairs, you sit unphased, "What if he bucked you? What if you plummeted thousands of feet to the ground?"

"Then I would have plummeted thousands of feet." You say nonchalant as his breath quickens. He clenches his fist tightly as his eyes watch you.

You're so absorbed in your nightly cleaning that you are not cognizant of his shak ik ng fists, of his burning eyes or the words that Reo said echoing through his facial expression.

*"A fiery queen for a fiery king."*

"Fuck." you his as the cloth entangles itself on the stitch on your lip.

Tears burn your eyes as you pull to no avail.

Finally Bakugou can watch you squirm no more. He stalks to you and rips it from your face so gently you almost don't notice. You blink furiously and when you try to argue he interrupts.

"I'm tired of hearing you bitch over such a simple task." He grinds out as he tenderly cares for you wound. You sigh, worried as you watch him, depsite his temper there is just something about him that draws you in.

Something you're going to have to push away if you're going to win this war.

You close your eyes to avoid seeing him and he is so close it makes your cheeks flush.

Which is stupid you two share a bath.

But there is something about the intamicy of caring for a wound.

And one on your face no doubt. You feel his weight shift as the cool cloth leaves your lip. You swear for a moment his breath feels closer, as it mingles with your own. You feel a ghost of his lips before you snap your eyes open to see him turned away reaching for the ointment.

Suddenly you feel stupid as he drags his fingers across your cheek but you keep your eyes open.

This time you take note of how his eyes linger on your lip before his finger drags agonizingly slow over the final stitch.

@ha-tep

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estelanel · 4 years

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Vox Machina ep. 26

Big fan of how Liam, after the last episode, is now wearing a ‘Keep Calm and Bite Me’ shirt.

The double meta on Scanlan’s lawyer jokes is hilarious.

Honestly, sometimes listening to Matt is just mesmerizing. This whole monologue as the poor little driver guy was long, and nobody made a single sound.

“I have a Diamond of Awesome. And a regular diamond as well.” - Vex and money is one of my favourite running gags.

Matthew Mercer roleplaying a cow was a somehow otherworldly experience.

Okay, this might seem a silly moment to have physically yelled out at my screen, but I’ll admit, it did happen. How is Scanlan’s persuasion roll even higher than Vax’ stealth?! I’m. This was. I’m so sorry for Keyleth because she talked her ass off, but that was epic.

I’m sorry but I’m so excited. Like, words are what bards do. And after defusing the Clarota-Kima situation very early on, this is the second time where Scanlan just finds the exact right words, and it’s so satisfying that he was able to back it up with a high roll.

(Man, I’m so sorry that I’m hyping Scanlan up - Keyleth did amazing.)

(But let’s be real, Scanlan saved the fucking situation.)

(Seriously? Switching into Gnomish? “You are looking at six large predators”? I was like, YES. LET THE BARD TALK.)

But I’m also so happy Sam just fucking ruined it with the fucking cowbell. Jesus H. Christ. Sam Riegel, I bow to you.

Bonus cow pun encounters (I’m so mad):

“It’s cow-moo-flage.” (for which Scanlan received experience)

“Fly, Vox Moo-china.”

(The one Liam made went over my head as a non-native speaker, and I’m double mad at that.)

“What a heroic moo-ve.”

“Fighting for-moo-tion.”

“This is udderly ridiculous.” (I’m so fucking mad.)

#Nane watches CR #I'm so so incredibly bored by Tiberius' private shenanigans #so very bored #but listen closely #not for very much longer #I've got to keep control #I REMEMBER DOING THE TIIIME WAAARP #... whelp okay sorry #but like seriously I was like #can we get to the cows that were promised to me in the title please #that being said I'm probably going to dream of cows tonight #fucking cow puns #I'm so mad

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freedom-shamrock · 5 years

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Bi the Pricking of my Thumbs #2

<< Chapter 1

Cautionary note: Though not shown in this chapter Chatdrien’s father is a bigoted fuckwad who finds Adrien’s sexuality repulsive.

Also on AO3.

Chapter 2

Marinette arrived at school early with her art portfolio case full of posters she’d stayed up half the night making. There were several copies of five different designs, and she thought they would complement the ones the Gender and Sexuality Alliance hung up after school yesterday, to be ready for Pride today. She’d run the new ones by the group chat, and she was super proud of how well the rest of the team took this variation on their message.

She dashed straight for her advisor’s office, keen to get them approved so she and Marc could put them up before the school got too busy.

“Hey Nette!” Marc called, as she turned the corner. They were standing at her advisor’s door, holding it open. “We’re all ready for you.”

She beamed at her friend. “Thank you so much for helping me rush this through.”

Marc shook their head. “No, Nette. Thank you for realizing we were leaving out a whole group of our family who might hurt a bit more than usual this month.”

Monsieur Babatt pushed some things out of the way on his desk. “Marc says you got an inspiration last night that warrants urgency.” He patted the desk. “Let me see the designs.”

Marc helped Marinette open the portfolio without spilling the posters everywhere. “Holy cows, Nette! How many did you make?”

“Ten each of five designs,” she said, revealing the first one, a rainbow turtle hiding in its shell. The text ‘ It’s okay if you’re not ready yet’ arched over the top.

“Did you sleep at all ?” Marc demanded. “Oooh. I like how this one turned out.”

“I was motivated by rage,” Marinette reminded them. She’d also been able to use a bit of her Ladybug magic to create them faster than she might have otherwise, but that was a secret she shared only with Tikki.

“I take it this is an issue of personal significance?” Monsieur Babatt asked, turning over the posters to get to the next design. This one featured a male-coded student covering his rainbow shirt with a black button-down. ‘We’ll be here for you when it’s safe for you to come out.’

Marinette nodded. “I have a friend from another school, and he… he told his father last night that he wanted to come out this month.” Her eyes stung, and she wasn’t sure if it was anger at his father or hurt on Chat’s behalf. “I’m the only person who knows, and…” Marc’s arm slipped around her shoulders, giving her strength. “His father threatened him.”

Monsiuer Babatt shook his head, frowning. “I’m sorry, Marinette. I can’t imagine how hard that would be. You’re a good friend to him.” He uncapped his pen and scrawled his initials in the lower right corner of all the posters. “I’ll go get a ladder and meet you two outside the art room. We can start there.”

“You’re going to help?” Marc asked, surprised.

“This is a worthy cause, and I’m glad you’re both finding ways to include students who aren’t ready or able to celebrate the occasion,” the teacher said. “We have about half an hour, and there’s a lot to do here. I’m happy to help.”

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Though she was only running on about four hours of sleep, Marinette was energized by the positive reaction to the posters. She didn’t even mind when an akuma came up. It just gave her the opportunity to see how Chat was today, because her concern for him had migrated into the critical zone, and she was eager to reveal the more extreme measures she’d taken for the month.

She ducked into the bathroom, transformed and flew out the window, trailing the pink, purple and blue cape she’d added to her suit. She and Tikki had many fun jokes about the dangers of capes, and took that into consideration in the design.

Chat was already on the scene, crouched on the edge of a building, watching as the akuma smashed every piece of glass they could find. “Good afternoon my lovely Chaton,” she whispered as she dropped down beside him. “What have we here?”

He turned to her and his eyes went wide. “Wow,” he said, finally. “You made more upgrades.”

She caught the edge of the cape and swished it as a dancer might a long skirt or ribbon. “I felt a need to be more supportive this Pride.”

His face softened and his pupils expanded just a bit. “You did it for me.”

“You bet your leather clad ass I did.” She stood proudly. “I’m here for you, and not just for this month.” She tilted her head to the side. "You also helped me realize that your situation is probably not unique, and I want to support those who can't come out."

His eyes got a little extra glisteny for a moment. “Aren’t capes kind of… dangerous?” he asked. “I mean… I’ve seen the Incredibles.”

She held out the edge toward him. “Give it a pull,” she suggested.

He was visibly reluctant, but he gave it a little tug and stepped back, surprised when it came off in his hand. “Woah.”

She beamed at him. “It’ll stick around for you, but if you let go or if someone else gets hold of it, it’ll vanish and reappear on my suit.”

“Wicked.” He tossed it into the air, almost mesmerized as it dissolved, only to fade back in draped over her shoulders.

"Now let's go deal with our smashy friend, shall we?" she suggested. "I have a quiz in one of my afternoon classes that I really shouldn't miss."

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Check out Chapter Three >>

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forthestarprinces · 7 years

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Heacanon Idea. 💕

Hello! <3 So excited to see more SCM posts from you. I have a headcannon in mind, perhaps of one where the gods react to after watching MC play during a sport event? (Cheerleading, Soccer, Figure Skating, Etc)I think that this would be a very humorous and sweet headcannon to do. Thank you.😊

sure can! thanks so much for being interested and i hope i don’t disappoint! enjoy!! and the first ever blog posts goes to you!!! ;)

Leon: To say watching your ballet was enticing would be an understatement. You had asked him to come to your opening night at the theater, and he had agreed. He figured you would be a blushing mess on the stage, fumbling through the motions of the dances, like when you snuck into the ball in the heavens. How wrong he was; when he saw your face, expressive though not in the least bit nervous, he was shocked. You actually looked…what was the word you had used when describing seeing him at work? Ah, yes, cool. Your movements were graceful, and the way that your body bends and twists and leaps to the piece was shocking. For someone so clumsy, who knew you could manage to actually be limber?

“Wow! The ballerina in the swan costume is so beautiful, I’ve never seen anything like her before!” exclaimed one excited patron, causing Leon to zero in on you. He felt a surge of pride go through him at the compliment. That’s my goddess, you foolish goldfish. Of course she’s beautiful; she is my one and only love.

He continued to watch your play with adoring eyes, his gaze pinned to you. You never once faltered. His grip on the flowers he got for you tightened as the show drew to a close. During bows he watched as your eyes search the crowd, eventually meeting his. He smirks and claps for you, and you blush scarlet as flowers are thrown onto the stage and shouts of your name rise in the theater.

And well, if he tested your flexibility later, it was your own fault for not telling him sooner.

Scorpio: He sat on the bench as you glided across the ice, leaping and twirling backwards to face him and grin as you landed on one foot. He rolled his eyes but couldn’t deny how silly you looked with your eyes trained on him.

“Come on, Scorpio,” you call from the ice, skating across the ice towards him. You grab onto the wall and pout. “It’s boring to be here all alone. Come in and skate with me.”

“No.” Was his automatic reply.

“Please.”

“No.”

“Pretty please?”

“No means no, woman.”

“Pretty pretty please with an bunny-shaped apple on top?”

“Absolutely not.”

You sigh and shove yourself off the wall, turning around. You knew exactly how to get on his nerves. And so without looking back, you say, “You know, if only Ichthys was here. He’d definitely skate with me.”

Scorpio glared at you, seething. “Stupid fucking woman, always testing me and spewin’ bullshit,” he mutters as he takes off his shoes. He continues to grumble and keep an eye on you as he ties the skates on and makes his way to the entrance. He holds tightly on the wall and calls out to you. “Are you happy now? Is this what it takes for you to shut your trap?”

You whirl around, your eyes sparkling as you quickly make your way over to him. You grip on to his arm and pull him out.

“W-wait! You stupid woman!” he cries as he holds tightly onto your forearms as he almost falls over. You giggle and meet his gaze.

“Why, do my eyes deceive me?” you ask in a dramatic tone. “The great, renowned, truly inspiring Vice Minister of the Punishments Department, all-powerful god of the zodiac, ruler of Scorpio, doesn’t know how to skate? Is scared to fall?”

He glares at you and shoves off, only to quickly regret it as he falls on his face automatically. You howl with laughter, and skate off laughing, all the while mocking him.

“Tsk! You’ll pay for this, you damn idiot!” he roars as he tries to get up and fails, falling back onto the ice. You skate by and kick artificial ice onto his face.

Regardless of how graceful or cute you looked, he was going to kill you. As soon as he could get up and catch you.

Teorus: Teorus had to admit, horses were pretty cute. Cows were obviously cuter, but your little outfit made his heart race. He always thought of himself as the Knight in Shining Armor, and yet when you came out from the changing rooms in your tight riding pants and high boots, your hair pulled away from your face in french braids – why, he felt like he had died and gone to heaven.

“You’re gonna do so good! And you look so cute,” he coos over you. You laugh as he helps you put on your gloves. You turn to the mirror to give yourself a once-over, and he takes the opportunity to grab your ass. “Do we have time to do it before you have to leave?” You watch him pout through the mirror and shake your head.

“No, Teo, and we can’t anyways. We’re in public,” your face flushes. You open your mouth to continue when a trumpet sounds over the intercom, telling all riders to make their way to the stables. “I gotta go, and you should head back out to the stands.”

He catches your chin with his hand and turns your face up to his and presses a sensual kiss to your lips. “Alright,” he mumbles against your lips. “Don’t let anyone else see you look cute as you go get your horse, though!”

You roll your eyes and grab your hat, placing it on your head as you exit the room, Teorus following. My goddess should really wear pants more often, he muses as he watches you walk. She looks so sexy, and it’s unfair! I can’t have anyone else see that!

He eventually finds his place in the bleachers, and once the race begins, is practically leaning over the boundary of the track, his eyes focusing on your form, pressed against your horse. The announcer’s voice fades into the background and he can only see the carefree smile on your face, the look of pure childlike joy as your guide your horse around the track expertly. “Go (Y/n)!” he cries, bouncing as the race continues. You were neck and neck for first place, and oh, how Teorus wishes you never told him not to use his powers to help you – it was so obvious you should win!

And the finish line was only 500 feet away from you and your competitor. It was as if you stopped breathing and could only focus on the clomp-clomp-clomp of your horse’s feet on the dirt track. You turn around, seeing a flash of the stands and your competitor, when you see a flash of golden hair. And you knew it was Teorus. It was the final push you needed before you cry, “Come on, boy,” and give your horse one final push in order to cross the finish line first. The whole crowd cries in approval and shock, as this was your first year as a jockey. You were the underdog, and yet you had just won a national horse racing competition. You couldn’t believe your eyes.

And Teorus screams along the crowd. He knew you could do it, because you were the one who taught him to love. You were his goddess, and you could do anything you set your mind to. He watches as tears stream down your face and thinks about how lucky he was to have met you.

Dui: The excitement of the entire crowd was tangible as he enters the softball field. He could see you practicing with your catcher, each one of your throws easily going 70 miles per hour. He takes his place in the stands, watching the umpire blow the whistle, signaling the start of the game. As you walk back to your dugout you see Dui and wave at him. He enthusiastically waves back, a warm feeling entering his body. The two teams shake hands and then the coin is thrown to see who bats first.

It ended up in the other team’s favor, yet Dui was not worried about your abilities. He knew you, and knew you wouldn’t give up. You take your place on the mound, and breathe deeply before winding up. The batter, bulky and arrogant, had taken her place and was taunting you. Dui could see your eyes narrow from where he was, and hid a smirk.

That’s my girl, Shadow Dui laughs maniacally from within. Dui shushes him, and the two somehow remain in union throughout the game, both focused on you.

It was the final inning and your team was back at the field. This pitch could mean you win. You kiss the ball and pray, gaining a few chuckles from the crowd. Dui was mesmerized at how charismatic you were without even realizing, how you had an affect on everyone around you.

Of course she does, Shadow Dui answers smugly. That’s what makes her ours. The very fact no one can touch her except us. She’s ours.

The final pitch was made, and it was as Teorus had slowed down time. The ball clocked 92 miles, and the crowd was amazed as the best batter on the rival team missed, the ball going straight into the catcher’s hand.

Screams erupted, and the whole team rushed the field, picking you up. The crowd applauded, Dui laughing at your expression from being held midair.

He knew you were the only one for him. And watching you play a sport you clearly loved, and sharing the experience with him, made him happier than he’s ever been. He would always support you, and was always shocked when he found out new talents of yours every day. He could feel himself falling for you all over again.

And later, when you’re packing up, he kisses the black warrior streaks placed under your eyes. You lean into him, wrapping your arms around him.

Your voice was muffled through his shirt. “I really need to take a shower.”

The two of you burst out laughing, walking back to your apartment.

Huedhaut: “Oh, dear,” the god of Aquarius sighs as he watches your team struggling to catch up with the three other teams. As of now, your team was in last place out of four. He knew you would win, yet he was wondering if his predictions were wrong for the first time. He watched as you shouted encouragements to your teammate as she tosses the button through the air. Your other three competitors had already taken off, and you fumble as you catch the button. The whole crowd goes wild.

“There is no way that girl is going to win,” he hears one man say to another. “Did you see the way she caught it? Like how the hell does she run if she can’t even catch a fucking stick.” The two men guffaw and shake their heads. Huehaut shoots the two of them a glare, turning his eyes back to the race. You can do this, (Y/n).

You take off running.The look of pure concentration and determination of your face was admirable. The other three runners were taller – as tall as Hue himself, actually – and had longer limbs. Yet to see your cute little face get scrunched up was amusing to say the least. He felt a smile tug at his lips as he watched you speed up.

Your arms swing and your feet slam against the track. You zero in on the track in front of you, pushing yourself to the limit as you lean forward a little and test your body. You continued, and caught a glimpse of a passing rival from your peripheral. Come on, (Y/n), you got this! Don’t let your team or Hue down!

And you pass another rival. Shouts of surprise rise from the crowd, and you could vaguely recognize your teammates’ voices alongside your coach. That was all the encouragement you needed as you race beside your last rival for first place. And finally, the finish line banner was only 10 feet in front of the two of you. You grit your teeth and lengthen your stride, and throw up both hands as your midsection made contact with the ribbon a millisecond before your opponent.

You slow down to a finish, and raise your hands in the air, screaming as you race to meet with your team. Your coach grabs you and swings you around as the award comes out. You felt tears stream down your cheeks. Months of hard work finally paid off. You felt immortal in that moment.

Huehaut claps for you, and slowly turns back to the two men who dared to challenge you. They were speechless and weren’t clapping, simply staring at the track in shock. He taps the closest one on the shoulder and they both slowly turn to him.

“Yes, I believe you two are the gentlemen who said my girlfriend wouldn’t come close to winning before, right? Tell me, how does it feel to know how wrong you were?” Hue snorts and crosses his arms. “You two goldfish have a lot of nerve to go against her like that. She may look weak but she never loses. And it’s a good thing I’m in such a forgiving mood. I could’ve just ruined the two of you beforehand, but it looks like I didn’t have to do that. Because she did that all by herself. Next time, watch who you’re speaking of before you open your imprudent, clueless, moronic mouths.”

And he leaves to go congratulate you, leaving the two idiots behind.

He had never been prouder.

Ichthys: Your teams were tied, and you dribble the soccer ball between your feet. You were the only team member free, and you race along the side. A girl from the other team rushes up and tries to kick the ball out of the boundaries, but you simply give the ball a high kick and make it to the other side of her in time to catch the ball with a chest bump. You refocus the ball on the ground and race away.

The crowd screams in excitement at this site of skill, the other girl left behind in shock. You race towards the goal, dodging the ball and giving it one long kick outside of the opponent’s radius. You chase after it, zeroing in on the ball.

“HELL YEAH! THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND!” you hear Ichthys scream from the sidelines. “GO GET THEM BABE!”

An official walks up to him, and the god of Pisces doesn’t look away from the game. “Sir, we’re going to have to ask you to calm down.”

“I WILL NOT CALM DOWN! THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND!” he cries in excitement, pointing at your form. The goal could be yours with one kick, and you could get your team ahead. He pushes past the guard and jumps up and down, yelling and pumping his fists, when suddenly his demeanor changes in a second. His hands fall to his side and he closes his mouth, scowling as he watches the undesirable scene in front of him.

The goalie had decided to tackle slide you – and everything slowed down as you saw her legs kicking out threateningly at you. Ichthys quickly snapped his fingers discreetly, and the goalie ended up falling in the mud, her back hitting the ground first. You watch in shock at the pure stroke of luck that had happened before your very eyes. You quickly kick the ball, the ball rocketing off the webbed lining and falling inside. The scoreboard lets out a noise, as it did with every score, but was quickly drowned out by your own screaming and the crowd’s.

Ichthys laughs and turns around to head back to the actual stands, when he sees a little boy with an ice cream cone. He meets eyes with the kid, who looks at the god with horrified interest. His ice cream cone falls to the ground in shock, though the little boy doesn’t care. He just continues to watch Ichthys like he just witnessed a murder.

Ichthys swears under his breathe and looks around before refocusing on the child. He grins at the kid, trying to mask his concern for being caught. “Hey there, kiddo, dropped your cone.”

“You just…!” the kid sputters, face flushing as he points at Ichthys’s hand. “You just cheated!”

Ichthys furrows his eyebrows. “Did not.”

“Did too!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did too!” Ichthys says, changing his approach.

“Did not!” the kid screams in anger and frustration, and then realizes his mistake of playing right into the God of Pisces plan. He slaps his hands over his mouth. “Wait! I didn’t mean that, I meant-”

“No taksie-backsies!” Ichthys sing-songs, grinning at his win. He checks if the coast is clear and then squats in front of the kid. “Tell you what,” he hums, snapping his fingers. Two taiyaki appear, one in the kid’s hand and one in Ichthys’ hand. “I’ll give ya this if you promise not to tell anyone about what you saw.”

The kid swallows, weighing his options very seriously despite being six years old. He finally meets the god’s eyes after a moment of pondering. “Make it two and I won’t tell anyone.” Ichthys sighs but snaps his fingers, another taiyaki appearing in the kid’s unoccupied hand.

“You run a hard bargain,” he grins. “I like that. Now scram.”

The kid runs. And Ichthys whistles as he makes his way back to the stands, satisfied with his negotiating. As long as she doesn’t know, there’s no harm. I mean, it’s not like I couldn’t do anything! Imagine her sad face if she lost, or worse – if she got hurt! These human women are scary!

And he is content watching the rest of the game play out without helping again. He knew if you found out you wouldn’t forgive him ever. He giggles to himself at the thought of you angry face. She’s so cute when she gets frustrated and yells at me.

But later, he decides as he watches your team rush the field, he likes you smiling after winning much better.

#scm headcanon #scm fanfic #scm headcanons #star crossed myth #scm #scm leon #scm scorpio #scm teorus #scm dui #scm huedhaut #scm ichthys #my writing #submission

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jessejackreyes · 7 years

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Before It’s Too Late Ch8: Evening Out

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Gabriel left the room briefly so that Jack could get dressed in peace. He set about sending out several frantic messages in order to get everything he needed together. Jack joined him a few minutes later. He walked out of his bedroom wearing a white shirt that was just slightly too tight and a pair of pants that hugged him in all the right places. He stared despite himself until he noticed Jack’s face flushing, clearly having noticed Gabriel’s un subtle ogling.

“I don’t actually have a lot of casual clothing and I did not feel like being the strike commander tonight,” Jack spoke quickly, justifying his wardrobe choice.

“Good call,” Gabriel replied quickly, recovering his composure. “Probably aren't going to want to be recognized. Might be annoying,” Jack raised an eyebrow at this.

“We are going somewhere then?”

“Yup,” He smirked. “Gotta get you off of this base sometime,”

“The strike commander can’t just leave the base by himself Gabe,”

“I’m all the protection you’ll need Jackie,” Jack snorted out a laugh as Gabriel pounded his chest theatrically. “What? Don’t think I can handle it?” The blackwatch commander pouted.

“No no no. A security detail couldn't handle watching my back as well as you could.”

“Then what's the problem commander?”

“They won’t just let me off base like this,”

“Already handled all of that Jack. Just follow me and put this on,” Gabriel said, handing Jack his beanie. The blonde gives him a weird look, but covers his head and hair with it.

They made their way across base and had passed at least a dozen people before Jack noticed that people must have been so used to seeing him in his uniform that they didn’t notice when he rushed by wearing other clothes, especially with the beanie covering his bright blonde hair. As long as they didn’t run into anyone who looked too closely at Jack, they might not even be noticed on their way out.

They make their way out a side entrance that Gabriel had apparently disabled the security for. Jack just seemed to accept it without comment, which was strange. McCree was waiting for them as they exited the main building with a smirk and a cowboy hat. He whistled when he got a good look at the strike commander. Gabriel scowled at him, but really couldn’t blame him. Jack looked damn good dressed like that.

“Damn. You clean up real good commander,” The cowboy grinned from ear to ear as Gabriel bristled.

“McCree! That is no way to speak to a superior,” Gabriel snapped while Jack simply laughed, his face lighting up.

“Thank you Jesse,” Jack replied light heartedly, interrupting Gabriel’s chastisement.Gabriel did a double take at Jack speaking so casually to the kid and calling him by his first name. “Rarely have a reason to get out of that uniform,”

“Good thing it doesn’t do you any favors. Don’t know how anyone would get anything done with you around if you always looked like that,” Gabriel grit his teeth as his subordinate flirted with Jack. He was going to kick his ass when they get back.

“You should have seen me ten years ago,” Gabriel cleared his throat loudly before McCree could continue the conversation.

“Ya, I got y’all the car,” Jesse indicated the vehicle they were standing next to. “I’m going out with the guys. Y’all be safe commanders,” Jesse saluted before stalking off to get picked up by another car. Gabriel gestured to Jack to get in the passenger seat.

“You and McCree seem to get along,” He remarked as Jack buckled himself in.

“Yeah. We talk whenever he brings me food for you,” Jack explained as Gabriel took them off base. “The kids alright, if a bit of a smartass. I can see why you recruited him.” Gabriel froze for a moment. Recruiting Jesse had been the thing that started this whole chain of events the last several weeks. This sounded like Jack’s indirect way of showing he wasn’t mad about it anymore.

“He’s a good kid,” Gabriel agreed. “Huge pain in my ass, but more than worth the trouble.”

They drove in silence for a while, neither one of them sure where to continue the conversation. Where they were headed was fairly close to base, so they made it their in a little over half an hour. The anxious energy that had built up through the drive was worth every moment of discomfort when he heard Jack gasp softly beside him. He glanced over to see a soft smile spread across the blonde’s face when he realized where they were going.

“You remembered,” Jack’s voice was soft and full of what sounded like awe.

“Couldn’t forget about this place if I tried,” It was a small little restaurant, a hole in the wall really, but when they first came to Zurich, before he was strike commander, Jack ended up eating here with some local soldiers. He wouldn’t shut up about it for weeks. He wanted to go back, but things always got in the way and Gabriel was pretty sure he had never managed to do it in the years since then.

Jack’s mood continued to improve. He was practically bouncing in excitement by the time they found somewhere to park. The excitement was endearing. One of the most influential men on the planet practically skipped to get a place for the two of them to eat while Gabriel looked on with a smile.

They were seated immediately, Jack chatting away with the waiter. Gabriel just sat by politely, he spoke a few languages, but none of them were German. The woman serving them was seemingly mesmerized by Jack’s bright smile and charming personality. He laughed softly as the woman left them to figure out what they wanted to eat.

“Something you want to share with the rest of the class Jack?”

“Yeah,” He replied with a smile. “She was recommending things to eat.. She suggested the Zürcher Geschnetzeltes,” Jack simply smiled at the blank look Gabriel levelled at him. “It’s a veal dish if you're up for it,” He frowned.

“I’m not eating baby cows Jack,” The blonde man laughed as Gabriel’s frown turned to a pout. “I’m serious.” Gabriel insisted.

“I know,” Jack made out between giggles. “You’re such a softy when you’re not putting on a badass facade,”

“I’ll have you know I am a certified badass,” Gabriel replied, puffing out his chest.

“Yeah, i remember when Fareeha made you that certificate,”

“She has good instincts Jack. You should listen to her more often,”

“I’ve seen you cry watching cute puppy videos Gabe. There’s no recovering from that,”

“I’m a badass Jack, not heartless,” Gabriel replied with a smirk.

“Okay Gabe,” Jack rolled his eyes. “Perhaps you should try a Tartiflette,” Jack suggested, shifting the conversation back to food. “Bacon, potatoes, caramelized onions and cheese. No baby animals were harmed in the making,” Jack teased lightly.

“Is it good?”

“It’s pretty good,”

“Alright, I’ll trust you on this. How about you?”

“Oh, I’m getting the Zürcher Geschnetzeltes.” Gabriel gasped.

“Jack no. Think of the cute baby cow. How could you eat that?”

“I’ll show you when it gets here,” Jack replied with a smirk.

“Seriously Jack, it doesn’t bother you?”

“Growing up on and around farms sort of does that to you Gabe,” He answered with a shrug. “If it really bothers you though, I’ll get something else,” The smirk had vanished replaced by a familiar sheepish nervousness.

“I won’t eat it, but I won’t stop you Jack. We came out here for you after all,” Jack smiled again.

“Thanks, cause it’s delicious and like 90% of the reason I wanted to come here,”

“Enjoy your animal cruelty,” Gabriel’s words were playful, they held no bite and Jack smirked back at him.

“It just makes it more delicious Gabe, What can I say?” Jack replied.

The waitress returned and chatted it up with Jack again for a short while. He laughed at some point and she lit up. Gabriel had to bite back the spike of jealousy he felt. Jack had never been very good at reading when people were flirting with him, their relationship would be very different if he had. He knew that the blonde’s side of the conversation was, not exactly innocent, but more ignorant of the reason behind her laughter and attention.

“Something wrong Gabe?” Jack asked as the waitress finally left to put their order in.

“Nothing in particular,” He lied. “Trying to avoid thinking about work,”

“Well, I’ve been trying to cook a little bit recently,”

“Really?” Gabriel feigned shock. “Never seen you make food in my life,”

“You loved my blackberry buckle,” Jack huffed indignantly. “And my macarons,”

“Okay you can bake things. That's not cooking a meal,” Gabriel teased.

“I know, that’s why I said I’ve been trying. It’s helping me to remember to eat more often,”

“I can teach you a few things if you’d like,” Gabriel offered. There was a pause and he had to hide his nervousness awaiting an answer.

“I wouldn’t want you to waste your free time on something like that,” That wasn’t a no. That was a classic example of Jack wanting something, but feeling guilty for wanting it and refusing to ask directly.

“How is making sure our commander is eating well a waste of time?” He asked softly, attempting to avoid sounding chastising.

“I’m sure there are plenty of things you’d rather be doing,” Jack replied somberly. Gabriel couldn’t think of many things he would rather be doing in his free time right now, not that he could say that.

“I enjoy cooking,” He said instead. “Its also not a waste of time if I’m getting food out of it too,” He added.

“Maybe,” Jack replied after a pause. Gabriel knew that was basically Jack speak for ‘okay you talked me into it.’

Their food arrived and Jack seemed to glow as he ate something he had wanted for around five years, but consistently denied himself. They tried to avoid talking about work while they ate. They talk about Fareeha and Ana, Gabriel shares some stories about Jesse that are mostly not work related. It was wonderful seeing Jack smile and laugh and relax a little bit.

Eventually the meal came to an end. The food was eaten and their check was delivered. Gabriel did his best to pretend that the night being over already was perfectly fine. He hoped that Jack hadn’t picked up on it; he didn’t want to ruin the evening.

“Hey Gabe give me the keys,” Jack ordered softly as they walked out of the restaurant, surprising Gabriel.

“Sure, want to drive back?”

“Nah, since we’re already out here there’s somewhere else I’d like to go,” Jack replied cryptically.

“Where?”

“It’s a surprise,” Jack answered with a smirk. Gabriel wasn’t sure if he should feel excitement or thread, but he was hopeful enough to lean towards excitement.

#r76 #reaper76 #jack morrison #gabriel reyes #overwatch

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allthereclists · 7 years

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Shrunkyclunks

Good Samaritan by Brenda 3,376

nvitingly pink, full lips curved up into a small smile as the arms around him tightened just a fraction. "Having a good night?"

"I am now," Steve said, mesmerized by the way the light glinted off impossibly long eyelashes.

Clinically Speaking by ColorCoated 4,760

As Steve liked to so helpfully point out, he was in perfect health. The super serum running through his veins kept him healthy in a way that he'd never been able to comprehend.

(Which explained why he was so unhappy about getting a routine physical.) Steve Rogers, much like the so called normal people he tried to protect, hated the doctor's office.

Strictly Platonic by Remembered 6,394

So maybe sending out a text saying, “In the hospital, talk to you later” is not the best thing to send to someone out of context. But, to be fair, Bucky hadn’t had his coffee for the day so there isn’t a lot of higher brain function going on until that happens. This also explains why, when Captain America comes busting into his hospital room with wild eyes all Bucky says is, “What the hell do you want?”

Touchstone (You Lead Me Home) by portraitofemmy 11,905

Steve meets Sgt. James Barnes on his first day at SHIELD headquarters in DC.

An AU in which Steve Rogers still became Captain America and crashed his plane in the 1940s, but James Barnes wasn't born until 40 years later. When the newly thawed Steve joins SHIELD, he meets a man who might just be able to help him understand how to not just be alive in the future, but really live in it.

Leg Day by Slenderlock 12,157

“So talk to him,” Sam says.

“I can’t,” Bucky groans. “I can’t, Sam, I. He just.” He fluffs his hair up and stares at Sam, distraught. “I want him to bench press me.”

“Okay, so it’s serious,” Sam interprets. “Got it."

(Or: The one where Sam is Bucky's long-suffering roommate, Bucky is a hot mess of a millennial, and Hot Steve spends far too much time on the Lat Pull-Down machine.)

A Good Man is Hard to Find by EtLaBete 23,090

When one of Sam's V.A. patients enrolled in Tony Stark's bionics trial is having a rough time, Steve accompanies Sam to Stark Tower for moral support.

Absolute Dating Technique by earthseraph 24,462

Bucky's your run of the mill archaeology grad student: He's just trying to get something excavated, get something written, get published, and bank. That’s it. Nothing big or special, but while he’s excavating a ruin in Mexico he finds a stone that changes his life. An Infinity Stone.

Instead of being a normal grad student now he has powers he needs to learn to control, he’s being hunted by a group of crazy Nazi scientists he thought only existed in history books, and he’s being recruited by the Avengers.

(Or: The One Where Bucky Gets Powers When All He Wants To Do Is Dig)

Brooklyn Baby by sprinkle_of_cinnamon 33,703

In which Bucky is just trying to live life and enjoy his unofficial official table at the obnoxiously hipster coffee shop but some guy named Steve stole his spot.

Or, the time that Bucky unintentionally befriended the Avengers and had no idea.

the cold never bothered me anyway by icoulddothisallday 75562

Bucky Barnes has spent his whole life in a state of mild hypothermia. Steve Rogers has spent the last 70 years in the ice. The two things aren’t related until, suddenly, they are. Shrunkyclunks soulmate AU (AKA the awkward bb au).

Take Me Home by dabblingwithwords 78,142

“I’m so sorry, I’m gonna help you I promise, just don’t move, fuck, I ran over Captain America–” the man apologized, over and over, and all Steve managed to say was, “You’re really attractive,” before passing out on the guy’s lap in the middle of the road.

Lucky Seven by BetteNoire (WeAreWolves) 94,364

Captain America trashes his motorcycle a lot. Tony says he'll fix it, then never gets around to it and just buys him a new one. Steve, the Depression-era kid, can't stand the waste and goes looking for somewhere near him in Brooklyn where he can get his bike fixed. That's how he finds Red Star Bike Repair, and the hot Russian-immigrant bike racer who runs it: all long hair and muscles and tattoos. And for the first time since he woke from the ice, Steve feels a connection to someone; a comfort in the other man's silences and his space, an attraction in his sheer skill at racing. But James Barnes isn't exactly who he seems...

Dishonor On Your Cow by mandarou 111,695

“Sergeant Barnes?”

“Oh, hell no, don’t call him that, man,” Sam warned.

“Captain Fuck Off!” Barnes shouted over him. “Fight me!”

Steve didn’t know whether to laugh or just slink away. He managed to combine the two by pacing two steps and snorting instead. Like a bull.

“I’m gonna need you to calm your ass, Barnes,” Sam said as he went limp again, obstructing Barnes’s struggling under him. “This is so undignified. That is Captain goddamn America.”

“Captain goddamn America!” Barnes repeated, louder. And angrier.

Steve cleared his throat again. “I’ve been looking for you,” he told Barnes.

“I hope you brought lube this time!” Barnes shouted.

#rec: stucky

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enterinit · 5 years

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SolSeraph and other games coming to Xbox One this week

SolSeraph and other games coming to Xbox One this week. Doughlings: Invasion (July 10, 2019) Another tribute paid to yet another arcade classic from the Hero Concept team! Doughlings: Invasion promises a fun gaming experience to gamers of all ages with the innovations it brings to the shooting genre. “GET OUT OF MY PLANET!” In Doughlings: Invasion, the second game of the series, the story continues right where it left off. This time our hero Morpheus arms himself to defend his people from alien invaders. Morpheus is ready for battle with his unique personas all armed to the teeth! Varieties of raving space invaders and challenging end of the level bosses are all waiting in line to get their butts kicked by you! WRECK THE PLACE UP! Get ready for an adventure with an ever increasing pace and tension! Throughout the game you will develop novel battle strategies, acquire untold powers by modifying your DNA, and make life miserable for those unwelcome space invaders with your dazzling Show Off powers. Features: A new breath of life into the classic arcade shooter genre.5 distinct personas whose unique skills you can level up.15 different breeds of invaders that pose unique threats.5 grueling bosses.Challenging the world with global leaderboards. SolSeraph (July 10, 2019) Retro-inspired tower defense and action platformer SolSeraph reinvents the classics! As the guardian of humanity, civilization is in your hands. Build your cities and set up defensive structures to protect them from the constant threat of monsters, then descend into their lairs with sword and spells to eliminate them for good. Explore floating islands, ancient caverns, and lost cities. The world is yours! Brought to you by ACE Team, the creative minds behind Rock of Ages and Zeno Clash, SolSeraph combines action and strategy for a rich and unique gameplay experience reminiscent of the 16-bit era. Grass Cutter: Mutated Lawns (July 10, 2019) Grass Cutter is a game about cutting mutating lawns, that requires lightning-speed response and great logical thinking. Here every level is a challenging puzzle. The goal is to cut the grass. Very simple, but only at first glance… Grass Cutter calls for focus and commitment. Just one blink of an eye – and you lost. It is very challenging! The game is made in a cubic retro-style, has high complexity at advanced levels and is ready to truly test your reaction! Features: Feel yourself in the shoes of a lawnmower who saves the world of peopleMore than 10 types of lawn mutations that give you a real challengeA lot of obstacles. Bypass the security system and laser fences, escape the fire of security gunsYou don't want ordinary lawn mowers? You can play with animals. There are many animals in the game: from cows and sheep to beautiful fairy unicorns. Blazing Chrome (July 11, 2019) In Blazing Chrome, machines rule the world and the few humans left are on the edge of total extermination, lacking power, prestige or status among their metal and circuits overlords. Bring your best pal and kick some metal butts to free the humankind while enjoying a classic run’n’gun, fully loaded with action and exciting fights! Humans are expendable after an AI controlled robot army take over the world. They survive in hiding while their hunters rule the surface. When a small rebel group gets an intel about a big AI's power plant, the machines strike their camp before they can organize an attack. A small group of rebels escape and go in a suicide mission to destroy this power plant. Choose to play as Mavra, a super badass human resistance soldier, or Doyle, the equally groovy and deadly insurgent robot. This suicide mission will result in heavy casualties and a ton of lock-and-load fast-paced action where scraping robots and blazing chrome with your powerful weapons is the only thing standing between you and your freedom. Dash through 5 apocalyptic environments with hundred of robots-enemies to blow to pieces. Blast your way through the enemy lines and and try to defeat a bunch of mechanical bosses with using hoverbikes, huge armors and a whole arsenal of kick-ass weapons. Features: ● Local Co-op Gameplay● 16-bits post-apocalyptic environments● Classic fast-paced run-and-gun experience● Epic boss battles and crazy lot minibosses fights● Genuine arcade feel● Rad pixel art● Motorcycle and jetpack action Aggelos (July 12, 2019) Step through time and discover a mesmerizing new action-RPG that looks like it was plucked straight out of the 16-bit era, but plays like a modern-day marvel! Inspired by non-linear Japanese retro adventures, Aggelos hurls players into the middle of a colossal struggle for survival as beings from another dimension threaten to invade the peaceful Kingdom of Lumen. Bursting with secrets and side-quests, and boasting slick melee combat that any 2D action game would envy, Aggelos is the perfect combination of retro style and modern-day game design. Features: A Vast Kingdom to Explore - Venture through forests, seas, cave systems and ancient temples as you seek to uncover the magical elements needed to save the world from total annihilation.A Classical Non-Linear Adventure - Explore a sprawling world that gradually reveals itself, Metroidvania-style, as you gain new abilities and equipment. Deadly Encounters - Thwart towering bosses and their tricky minions as you take on perilous mainline quests and optional odd-jobs for the people of Lumen.Tactical Depth - Unlock magical abilities and high-level attacks, expertly chaining these immense powers together to clear screens of enemies in seconds.Stunning Sprite Art - Forget out-of-place modern art: Aggelos boasts superlative character designs and animations while remaining proudly, and faithfully, 16-bit through and through.Memorable Chiptunes - Lose yourself to a retro-inspired soundtrack that floods the Kingdom of Lumen with life. Redeemer: Enhanced Edition (July 12, 2019) Punch, hack, and blast your way through enemies using fists, hammers, fire arms, and even the environment. Play as an elite operative who once worked for one of the biggest arms industry corporations in the world. When the corporation decided to get rid of you, you manage to narrowly escape. Now after all of these years the corporation is finally closing-in on your location, and in so doing they have given you one last shot at redemption. Streets of Rogue (July 12, 2019) Streets of Rogue is a rogue-lite about player choice, freedom, and anarchic fun. The game takes inspiration from fast-paced top-down rogue-lites and adds free-form, experimentation-driven, emergent gameplay elements of immersive sims and RPGs. Rather than taking place in a dungeon, the game is set in a functioning, procedurally generated city, where complex AI informs denizens from all walks of life, who are just trying to get by in their daily activities. In order to progress, the player will need to accomplish specific mission goals in any way they see fit through the use of their special character traits, items, and the environment. Will you play as a soldier who shoots first and asks questions later? A stealthy doctor who uses chloroform and tranquilizer darts to take down the opposition? Or how about a gorilla, rescuing other caged gorillas to form a small mobilized gorilla army? Read the full article

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