#snake: what a load of nonsense

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yeah, that just about sums up his attitude

#personal #vinland saga lb #snake: what a load of nonsense

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Part 2 of this nonsense. If you want to read the summary just check out part 1.

Pairings: Jake Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slash pairing OK Janny has my heart in a steel grip

Warnings and tags: 18+ ONLY!!!, sexual content, oral (m receiving), slash of course (future SamXDanny so if that will freak you out in later chapters maybe just skip this all together), unrequited love, angst, third person POV Jake and Danny, restaurant AU, brief talk about sexuality, very little bit of crying, masturbation

Word count: 6k

Black non-slip shoes, black pants ever so slightly too short so that bony ridges of the ankle were always on display. Tucked neatly into the slender waist was a wrinkle free black cotton button down with the sleeves expertly rolled up to the elbows. A singular gold chain around the wrist catching the light as the hand jotted down orders onto a small notepad. Nearly black hair, in tight coils twisted up at the back of the head and clasped together in a black metal clip.

That was Danny every day at work, and every day Jake caught himself watching, waiting for Danny to approach him and say something.

It had been nearly a week since the party, and a week since Jake and Danny hadn’t spoken outside of saying goodnight to each other that evening, and the very rare and little conversation they needed to have while at the restaurant together.

He could call or text him, but Jake’s mornings had been filled with helping Josh pack for his move. The days and nights filled with menu planning, supply ordering, then the crazy thrill of running the kitchen line.

By this point Jake had two fears, either of which were completely plausible and he’d spent every night laying in bed thinking about how to prepare himself for either outcome.

The first fear was that Danny regretted their heated night together, having been fueled by alcohol and lured into a snake's den. Jake could deal with that, he’d offer him an apology and pretend like he too had been way too drunk to have been thinking clearly, and just hope they could both forget it.

The second fear was that Danny had taken him seriously when Jake said it didn’t have to mean anything. That Danny could come to work everyday and look at Jake the same, unphased by their passionate night together. Jake hadn’t yet worked out how he was going to deal with that, because that meant he was the one catching feelings that he wasn’t supposed to.

Tonight was finally nearing its end, and Jake had two days off as soon as this shift was over. Well a day and a half, he’d almost forgotten that he’d agreed to come in tomorrow morning and help with inventory until the restaurant manager reminded him while double checking he was staying to witness the cash drop.

“Yeah, I’ll be here” he replied, meaning he could be counted on for both tonight and tomorrow.

Although Jake was dead beat, he wasn’t exactly looking forward to going home so soon. Tonight and tomorrow morning we’re going to be his first he’d spend alone in what used to be his shared apartment with his twin.

Josh had left for New York just before Jake came into work. The thought of him coming in with bloodshot eyes was the only thing that kept him from crying as he watched Josh load the last of his things into the back of his Jeep. Guess it was a good thing he had to come in tomorrow anyways.

“Hey, what are you still doing here?” Jake heard the manager question someone, then a familiar voice reply.

“I’m just waiting on my ride”.

The manager and Jake were the only ones left at the restaurant, so Jake had to be ‘the ride’ that they were referring to.

“Alright, well we will finish this up quickly then. You better not be on the clock”.

Jake tried to hide his nerves as he put some last minute cleaning touches on the kitchen before heading to the office.

Tonight has been slow compared to the rest of the week, so thankfully there wasn’t much cash to count. He signed his name next to the dozen other signatures of his on the log then gathered his bag.

When he returned to the kitchen so he could go out the back door and lock up behind him, Danny was leaned against the counters waiting.

“Hey” was all he said as he pushed off the counter and followed Jake out the door.

“Hey” Jake replied as nonchalantly as he could manage, suddenly thinking his voice sounded weird in the cold fresh air compared to the yelling he’d done tonight in the stuffy kitchen.

“I saw Sam take Savanna home. Don’t really want to go there while they’re, you know”.

“Yeah, sure” Jake fumbled with his key fob to get his car unlocked. “Josh’s old bed is still in his room. You can crash in there if you want”.

“In Josh's room? I’ve shared beds with a lot of Kiszkas in my day, but I can’t say that Josh was ever one of them”. Danny was trying to joke around, either he was anxious about inviting himself over without discussing it first (Jake would have said yes if Danny had just talked to him), or Jake’s second fear was true.

“He won’t mind, it’s not like he’s using it anymore” Jake reminded Danny that today was the day he officially moved out. With the party having already been a week ago, it must have slipped his mind.

Part of him wanted to twist the metaphorical knife he knew was wedged into Danny’s side right now, and ask him why he hadn’t cared enough to check in. He couldn’t do that to Danny though, surely the guy had a lot on his plate as well with school and having to put up with Sam and his antics everyday.

“Shit, so he’s really gone then?”

Jake just stared out the windshield, the flashing yellow lights outside periodically revealing his somber expression the only indication of how he was truly feeling inside.

“How are you holding up?” Danny knew the answer to that question, he just didn’t know how to console him. It was an odd feeling, like he couldn’t help, because usually he was the one playing the mediator role.

Maybe he was good at that because he was good at golfing. Patience was key when on the green, each course requiring its own calculated method of playing if you wanted to overcome it. Danny had each Kiszka pinned in their own little hole.

Josh was the easiest, all he had to do was remind him that the universe needed balance and too much negative Kiszka energy was sure to disrupt a few things and cause a rift or some bullshit like that (he just sort of made something up on the spot each time) and he’d get Josh's attention turned on explaining a philosophy or theory he had instead.

He used to think that Sam was the worst, because he was the brattiest, poutiest, most throw a tantrum if he didn’t get what he wanted of them all. Nonetheless, Danny had accumulated an arsenal of Samdy as he called it in his head. Metaphorical ‘candy’ that he used to calm Sam down.

First there was food, Sam could be a hell of a brat when he was hungry. If food didn’t work then he would move on to something else.

There was usually always one sure fire way to get Sam to calm down though, and that was to just hold him and let him vent.

Having grown up as the youngest between Josh and Jake he often felt like his opinion was overshadowed by the two, a solo voice instead of a pair. Danny picked up on that not too long after sticking around, and found that when they got into arguments Sam would sometimes pick the opposite point of view from the twins just to see if he could outdo them. It was in those cases Danny would separate Sam, sit him down, and just wrap his arms around him until he was done saying whatever piece he’d meant to get out.

The first time it happened Sam was taken aback. He and Danny had already gotten pretty close by then, close to the point where they felt like they could tell each other anything, but to be so physical even in a platonic way was a big step. From that point on though Sam glued himself to Danny and Danny didn’t mind one bit.

It had taken some time for Danny to fully come to grips with the extent of his feelings for Sam. Even when he did realize that they ran a little deeper than just best buds, having Sam the way he did was enough for him. Or so he thought.

Then there was Jake.

He was truly the most difficult one to crack. Jake didn’t get mad easily, but when he did you could be sure the wrath of all the seven seas was to be unleashed on you. Danny had yet to be the direct object of such threatening instances, but he’d been near and witnessed the aftermath of literal broken property.

Jake being sad was a whole other typhoon in itself, swirling and enveloping others in its torrent path until it eventually died down and dissipated.

With Josh gone for the time being, Danny only hoped a storm wasn’t brewing.

A sigh coming from the driver caused Danny to refocus his attention. Daring to look back over he saw Jake was still lost in thought. He had that look about him ever since the party, so Danny thought it best to give him some space. Exact opposite of what he did for Sam because what else was he supposed to do?

“I could definitely use a distraction tonight” Jake admit. The first hint that he’d wanted what happened between the two of them to happen again. “But, I’m a little too tired, might just pass out as soon as we get inside”.

“Of course, it’s been a long week” Danny agreed, trying to just go with the flow. Whatever Jake was comfortable with he was, whatever Jake wanted to do he would.

Sooner than he’d expected since he had momentarily been lost in thought they were already pulling into Jake's apartment lot. His body went stiff but he still managed to swing his long legs out of the car and follow Jake up the concrete sidewalk to his front door. He hoped once they were inside Jake would just do his thing and amble off to his room, because if he did stop for even just a brief moment Danny didn’t know what he’d do.

“I’ll grab some extra sheets and a blanket from the closet, there’s only one person who ever really uses them” Jake mentioned as he ascended the stairs. Danny should have pieced two together and realized who the ‘one other’ person that ever stayed over at this apartment was, but as he kept a few paces behind him he had an excellent view of Jake’s ass and that sort of made his mind liquify.

He wondered if Jake would come into the room and help him put the sheets on the bed, but then again that would be weird right? In Josh’s room? Not that it was really Josh's room anymore or that anything was more weird than wanting to tackle your best friend's older brother to the nearest bed.

Seemingly unphased by the panic in Danny’s eyes, Jake handed him the stack of bedding and turned towards his room. Crisis averted.

After setting the pile onto the edge of the bed, Danny re-emerged to find the door to Jake’s room still open. He peeked inside and Jake stared back at him with wide wishful eyes. “I’m going to take a shower before heading to bed if you don’t mind” Danny informed him, looking everywhere in the room but the deep red bed, the color of temptation.

Jake stood from where he had collapsed into his chair at his desk, having not been able to sit for the majority of the night had really done a number on his knees.

“Yeah, let me get you a towel” he tried to brush past the figure in his doorway, but Danny’s hand caught his shoulder.

“Are they in the closet? I can get one myself, go sit you said you were tired”.

Jake wanted to obey, but he was frozen in place, Danny’s hand still warm on his shoulder the only heat source keeping him from breaking into a thousand tiny ice cubes.

“They are” he gulped, trying not to imagine Danny undressing just across the hall. Then he realized Danny hadn’t brought anything clean to change into. “Would you get me one too, I’ll take one after you”. While Danny showered he could rummage through his things to try and find something that would fit him.

He watched as Danny walked over to the same closet he was just in, making sure there were two fresh towels in there before he’d leave him to it.

Danny was stopped in front of the closet though, shit maybe Josh had taken all the towels with him. He was very picky about the types of towels he used so Jake could easily see him doing something stupid like that.

Jake stepped out of his room into the hallway, and Danny turned to face him with a curious expression.

“Maybe, you would like to help me with these?” His hand traced the row of black acrylic buttons that held the front of his shirt together.

Jake scoffed, crossing his arms and leaning his shoulder against the wall. “No, I think you’re quite capable of doing it yourself”. What Jake really meant was fuck yes but if I come over there right now I’ll rip those buttons right out of their place.

“Hmm, that’s funny, because the way you’ve been undressing me with your eyes from across the dining room every night says otherwise” Danny looked away from Jake and down at the collar of his shirt, starting to loosen it up with the first two buttons, then pausing.

“I thought that we could save a little time by showering together? I know you’re tired, don’t want to make you wait on me”.

“How thoughtful of you” Jake gathered his wits. He'd been waiting for Danny to talk to him for a week and now here he was, alone in his apartment with him, and Danny was offering to shower together. He approached the man carefully, willing his hands not to tremble as he undid the rest of the buttons on Danny’s shirt, letting the fabric fall to the side.

“Can I touch you a little first?” Unlike the other night when Jake was able to maintain eye contact with Danny, his eyes were now fixated on the vast expanse skin so delicately stretched over lean muscle and broad bone structure. Bone? Yeah, he was trying not to get a boner right now.

He’d been so concentrated on drinking up the image, Danny’s perfectly shaded skin peppered with curly dark hair. His torso was in a black frame with his shirt still hanging from his shoulders. Jake was taking a picture with his eyes and hanging it in his mind. Then Danny chuckled, making Jake suddenly feel embarrassed he’d asked something so inane.

A hand slipped around Jake's waist, not pulling him forward, but also not pushing him away, just holding him there by the small of his back. “Go ahead”.

Jake ran his palm across Danny’s pecks, letting his fingertips feel the coarseness of his hairs compared to the smooth panes. One of his thumbs brushed against a nipple, and Danny sucked in a deep breath causing his chest to expand out towards Jake.

Encouraged by the response the simple accidental touch made, without asking for permission this time, Jake leaned forward and lapped his tongue over the perky bud.

A restrained moan slipped from Danny’s mouth, the intensity of it muffled by him pulling his lips between his teeth.

Jake imagined how good Danny must sound letting his voice free to resonate in the acoustics of the shower. He wondered how loud he’d have to make Danny cry to hear him over the sound of the water pounding the tile, and Jake pounding him.

Fuck being tired because now he was so incredibly horny and all it took was one little sassy comment from Danny to make him turn completely feral.

“Shower. Now.” Jake growled into the tiny concave of chest above his sternum, pulling away to make haste at starting to remove his own clothes right there in the hallway.

Without looking away, Danny reached back around and blindly grabbed whatever towels his hand could find, following Jake into the bathroom with a pleased look.

As soon as they were both clothing free and under the lukewarm stream, Jake’s hungry hands returned to Danny’s body, blindly slipping and caressing over every surface just like the beads of water that rolled down him.

His lips found a temporary home nestled deep within the cave of Danny’s neck, tucking open mouthed kisses underneath his jaw tasting the slight saltiness of his sweat being washed away.

The tip of his nose found his earlobe, easily recognizable by the feeling of the delicate hoop earrings brushing against the ridge. Then he tasted the metal as his teeth nipped at them.

His head was everywhere and nowhere all at once, his sense of hearing being dulled while his sense of touch was being heightened.

He’d played around with sense deprivation play before, but he’d always been the one being touched. Now he was finding that it was just as thrilling doing the touching as well, trying to match everything he felt with his hands to the framed picture in his mind as he held his eyes closed to keep the water dripping through Danny’s hair from getting in them.

“Jake” Danny groaned. He could feel the vibration of his vocal cords against his cheek now. “Jake” he was sending a warning, because Jake's hands were getting lower and lower.

His hand brushed up against the base of Danny and was happy to find that he was hard. Jake's lips pulled into a smirk, but retreated his touch by digging the tips of his fingers into his tuff of public hair and dragging them up through his happy trail leaving four soft pink scratch marks behind.

If Jake hadn’t been so close he might not have heard the whimper that broke Danny, but he did, and he went back for more. That was until Danny took possession of both his lithe wrists and backed Jake up against the wall, pinning his hands above his head.

Jake gasped at the shock of the feeling of the cold tile against his back compared to the warm water, lurching his hips forward and bumping his own unbearably hard cock against Danny’s. His breath caught at the top of his throat as his mouth was attacked with hungry kisses.

Danny only needed one hand to hold Jake's crossed wrists in place. Sure if Jake wanted to escape him he could pull away, but he didn’t, he wanted to see where this would go. Danny used his free hand to take him by the hip and pull him back towards him until they were grinding on each other again, only this time without any clothes in the way to dull the sensations.

Jake showed Danny how badly he wanted it by moaning into his mouth, letting his tongue come out to lick a vertical stripe up Danny’s lips to beckon him back when he pulled away all too soon.

“Don’t move” Danny instructed him as he slowly let him go and began a trail of kisses down his chest. Carefully, he descended onto his knees in front of him, stopping his kisses right at Jake's pelvis. “I have a favor to return to you”.

Letting his arms come back to rest at his sides, Jake looked down at this glorious saint below him knowing he’d tainted him. He wondered if Danny had worked himself up by thinking about getting him into his mouth just as much as Jake had fantasized about his size inside his again.

Reaching over, he placed one palm on Danny’s jaw and guided his face closer, knowing all he needed was just a little nudge to begin.

Starting with a few licks up his length, Danny sized him up before wrapping his lips completely around him. Jake moved his hand to Danny’s hair, collecting as much of the soaking wet strands as he could with his fidgety fingers.

“Feels good” Jake encouraged him when Danny’s eyes flickered upward.

Building confidence, he began to suck harder, adding in some flicks of his tongue against his slit when he came up.

He wanted to pull off, wipe himself clean of the excess saliva his mouth was working up while being stuffed, but from experience he knew he shouldn’t. Doing this in the shower was honestly a good idea on his part, because he wouldn’t have to worry about being messy, the water would wash all evidence of their transgression away in due time. First he had to focus, hoping he’d have the skill and willpower to get Jake just where he wanted him.

Jake was being so gentle with him, standing obediently still besides every so often running his thumb across Danny’s forehead in a futile attempt to wipe some of the water away.

Feeling some sort of way about the kind gesture, but unable to speak, he thanked him in another way. Removing his fist from his base, Danny bobbed his head as far as he could.

The feeling of another man’s length hitting the back of his throat was unnerving at first, but nothing he couldn’t get used to. So he bobbed again, going a little overboard this time when a gag raked through him in a reflective response.

He didn’t stop though, because Jake was really moaning now, his fingers pulling at his hair from their roots as he tightened his grip.

After setting a motion Danny remained hyper aware of everything that was happening from the way Jake couldn’t help but buck his hips now that he was taking him all the way, to the screaming pain in his knees from the hard floor of the shower.

“Feels s’good” Jake repeated, slurring his words now. Danny looked up at him again, trying to push away all the thoughts and just revel in this moment. As soon as he locked eyes with Jake though, he knew what was coming. Well, Jake was, soon by the looks of it.

He had his brows furrowed, his mouth hung open like he was subconsciously mimicking the way Danny stayed open wide for him. “Fuck, I’m gonna-”.

There was a moment of uncertainty. Danny knew Jake wanted to cum in his mouth, but even after all he’d already done, he wasn’t sure he was ready for that yet.

Without having to make the decision for himself, Jake tugged so hard on his hair he winced and pulled back. Then Jake was bent over to help him up, connecting their mouths as soon as he was upright again.

Danny cupped Jake’s face in both hands as he kissed him back with just as much energy. Jake’s grip was on Danny’s hips now, anchoring him in place as he began rolling his hips upwards.

The knot that had wound itself in the pit of Jake’s stomach tightened. All the tiredness he’d been feeling up until about 20 minutes ago came flooding back to him, but his body was still so tense. He knew he wouldn’t be able to relax until he’d climaxed and he’d been so close. With one more squeeze on Danny and a haphazard thrust, his body was going limp. Hot spurts of his release mixed with the shower and ran down the drain just like his last sense of self-control had the moment he saw Danny undressed again.

The kiss never stopped even after the movement in his lower half did and Jake came down. Danny held his face steady as he came at him from every angle until he was completely blissed out.

“Can I borrow your shampoo?”

Jake's eyes snapped open. He hadn’t even realized he’d gone back to holding himself up all on his own until he saw Danny turned around, rummaging through the few bottles of product he had.

As Jake watched he had the sudden realization that the usually crowded shower recess was now empty of Josh’s abundant arrangement.

The sadness he’d been preventing himself from feeling all day started to catch up to him. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or the vulnerability of the act they’d just committed, but he felt tears prickling at his eyes.

Trying to keep himself from completely unraveling to his core, he wiped the tears away and refocused his attention on the man before him.

Pressing his front along Danny’s back, he reached around and felt for him. “I do not recommend using shampoo as lube if that’s what you’re aiming at”. He tried to sound unphased, but with his recent tear fit his voice came out shaky instead.

Danny caught his hand and pulled it away, turning back around to face him. He gave Jake a tender look, clearly Jake wasn’t hiding it as well as he thought, and popped open the shampoo bottle.

After squeezing an appropriate amount into his palm he reached over and started to work circles into the crown of Jake's hair, getting the suds all the way into his scalp with his fingers.

“Danny, don’t you want to?” He looked down to see he was still halfway hard, but calming down by the second with the untimely shift in mood.

“I’m fine. You’ve had a hard day. Let’s get you washed up so you can get to bed”. He was concentrating on getting every strand of hair coated while trying to keep the runoff from getting the other’s eyes.

Danny’s ability to be so empathetic was one Jake often found himself envious of. It’s not like Jake was heartless, quite the opposite actually, he just found it hard sometimes to outwardly show his emotions. That’s why the older he got, he found he enjoyed sex so much. Where he thought he failed in communicating, he found he could make up for in physically worshiping another’s body.

Being desired by somebody was another high all on its own. He loved his brother indefinitely, but a lifetime of sharing everything had left him feeling like half a person. When he was desired, just him, it was freeing, and he’d oftentimes chase that euphoria.

“Okay, now rinse” Danny waited for Jake to get all of the shampoo out of his hair, thinking it was the longest he had seen it, especially now weighted down with the water. He reached over and rubbed the ends of it through his fingers, his knuckles brushing against Jake's chest where the length lay.

“What?” Jake questioned his silent movements with an uneasy chuckle.

“Nothing” Danny let his hair go and helped brush it over his shoulder before backing away from the stream to start lathering up his own. “Just thought Sam was the one who cared about his hair, looks like he’s not the only one”. He handed over Jake the bottle of body wash and they swapped places.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jake narrowed his gaze. That was ballsy to say coming from the man he knew had a whole curl routine now.

Danny smiled back but kept silent until they’d both finished washing just as the water started to get a little too cold for comfort. Damn apartment water heater, if Jake ever got his own place he’d be sure to get a really good one since he often found himself taking extra long showers just standing under the stream trying to get the soreness to melt out of his back and shoulders from all the long shifts he’d put in.

Jake was the first to leave the bathroom, grabbing one of the towels that had been thrown onto the vanity in their hurry to get undressed earlier.

Dripping all over his room since he hadn’t stopped to properly dry off he searched through his drawers for anything that might fit Danny, throwing on a few things himself along the way.

When he found a pair of boxers and shorts that might work he peaked back out into the hallway, but the door to Josh’s room was still closed and the light in the bathroom was still on.

“Hey, you can try these on” Jake spoke as he approached so he wouldn’t startle him. Because Jake didn’t go around trying to sneak up on people like others did.

He found Danny still in just a towel wrapped around his waist, standing in front of the mirror brushing his hair out and coiling strands around his finger.

“Oh, thanks. Guess I didn’t really think that through when I invited myself over” he was laughing softly, but Jake could tell he was feeling a little guilty about it still.

“You’re welcome over anytime, it’s not even a question” he assured him. The two made eye contact in the mirror and Danny smiled before going back to what he was doing.

“That looks tedious” he watched as he worked through his mane lock by lock.

“The work we go through to be pretty” he laughed for real this time, because he felt foolish calling himself pretty.

“I can help you, with the back at least, so it doesn’t take you so long” Jake offered, stepping up behind him and picking up a wet strand. He didn’t know what he was doing, but it didn’t look too hard.

“Sure, Sam usually helps me actually”.

Jake’s hands froze hearing Sam, the Sam he was so used to being idiotic and self-serving, was so kindly and helpful with Danny in the comfort of their own home together sent a pang of doubt through him.

“You just hold the strand and push upwards gently to see which direction the natural curl goes, like this” Danny picked up another lock of his hair from the side he was working on and showed Jake what to do. “When you know which direction it wants to go, you twist it around your finger that way, not too tight, so you can slide your finger back out and let it fall. Then voila”. Danny was going slower than he was capable of, watching Jake's eyes on his hands through the mirror to make sure he was keeping up.

Jake gave it a go, selectively repeating his words as he went “not too tight, slide the finger out, okay sounds like something I can do”.

“Jaaaake” Danny whined, if he was just going to fuck around with him then he could do it himself.

“Sorry, sorry,” Jake smirked, picking up the next lock and going through the motions again. This piece fell the opposite way as the last, so he struggled slightly with getting it to wrap around his finger that way, but he managed. He slipped his finger out and let it fall next to the other one, then took a step back to examine them. They weren’t as perfect as Danny’s side, but hopefully that was alright.

They both worked on their respective places in Danny’s hair, Danny moving over to the other side since he’d been nearly done with the first when Jake interrupted him.

Jake again found himself lost in his thoughts. Even if Danny was a little bit weary about inviting himself, he felt comfortable enough to decide to come home with Jake instead of back to his apartment. Not to mention the daringness of his advances that had led to Jake reaping all the benefits of Danny’s presence. Fuck it was also really nice to smell Jake’s shampoo in Danny’s hair. “You are pretty” he let slip.

Danny’s eyes met his in the mirror again, but flickered away quickly when he saw a bashful blush appear on his cheeks. Feeling exposed all of a sudden, he decided he might as well confess while they were being honest with each other. “You know I’ve never done that before... Given another guy head before I mean”.

Jake hummed, letting his fingers brush across the top of Danny’s shoulders as he moved the strands he’d already done to get to the ones that were already starting to curl on their own in the back. “I figured, but that’s nothing to be ashamed about. I’m sure there’s a lot of guys out there who have never done that before”.

“But you have? Since before the other night?”

Jake didn’t feel awkward talking about sex, he was confident in his abilities in the bedroom, and there were still plenty of things he wanted to try with the right person. “Yeah, not the first and probably not the last time”. He shrugged and stepped away showing that he was done.

“How many guys have you been with?” Danny questioned further, turning around to face Jake and lean on the counter.

“Not many, just a couple, but enough to learn what I like”.

Danny looked like he was lost in thought, having some sort of internal debate with himself no doubt over his sexuality. Jake could have offered some more words of advice, it would have been the older brotherly thing to do, but again he was tired tonight and this really seemed like something he was going to eventually have to figure out on his own.

He clasped his hand onto Danny's shoulder and gave it a tug. “Come on, let’s go to bed”.

Danny collected the few clothes Jake brought him and they parted ways in the hallway, Jake going back into his room, and Danny into what was now the spare bedroom in solely Jake's apartment.

He couldn’t imagine living comfortably alone, having gone from living with his parents straight into moving and living with Sam. Living with Sam was better than he’d imagined, up until Savanna. Of course Sam had brought girls home before, so had Danny in times of need, but something about Savanna rubbed Danny wrong. The way Sam doted on her like she walked on water. It was the way Danny wanted to treat Sam if only he’d ever give him the chance.

He pulled on the boxers and shorts. They were a little small, but would do the job for the night, and made up the bed.

It was late, he could feel it in the way his entire body gave out the moment he laid down and pulled the blanket up, tucking it under his chin.

A familiar scent caught his attention just before he could drift off to sleep. A scent that felt so common and comforting, but he was keeping himself up going crazy trying to figure out where he had smelled it so often.

Lifting the blanket to his nose he inhaled deeply, and then it hit him. Only one other person ever uses this, Sam.

Sam was the only other person who ever stayed over at this apartment, and he had used this blanket rather recently too. He inhaled again, feeling the shorts he borrowed getting even tighter.

Keeping the blanket pulled up over half of his face, he slipped his hand down his chest and into the elastic of the shorts, giving himself an exploratory tug over the boxers.

When a wave of arousal hit him, he tugged the two layers of clothing down and started working himself over bare. It was fast, carnal, the way he gripped and stroked, his skin still warm from the heat of the shower.

Finding himself nearing his climax so soon, he stopped for a second to think about what he was doing. What was the most inconspicuous way to do this? He didn’t want to return Jake's clothes or sheets back to him soiled. He could sneak back off into the bathroom, but he wanted it now, wrapped up in this blanket. Wrapped up in Sam.

The towel was his next thought, he could use that to clean himself up and just throw it away in the morning. He could buy Jake a new towel, that was going to have to work.

He got out of the bed just long enough to retrieve the towel, laying it over his lower half as he covered himself back up and began again.

A few more minutes in and his body was writhing under the blanket, hips bucking up into his tightened fist until he was cumming.

Danny cleaned himself up and fixed the shorts back where they belonged.

Laying there in the dark afterwards he felt aware of himself. Aware of his feelings, and it was getting increasingly harder to keep them at bay.

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#Greta van fic #Greta van smut #greta van angst #gvf #danny wagner #jake kiszka #sam kiszka #Janny gvf #sanny gvf

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— frozen hearts: day four 2/2 —

Warnings: implications to past abusive relationship, sexual abuse & harassment, anxiety/panic attacks, physical abuse, minor & major injuries, loads of angst, fluff, sexual themes

Word Count: ~7.5k

A/N: PLEASE READ TRIGGER WARNINGS! Please do not continue any further down if you may be triggered by the content listed above. For those who can and are going to (physically can't stop anyone so if I've given the warning and you are triggered, I cannot be held responsible), please leave me a book report because I'm needy like that! Anyway, enjoy!

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“What’re you doing here, Rumlow?” Bucky’s voice was steady, glaring daggers at Brock. You had yet to turn around, not wanting to see his face ever again. Your hands slid from Bucky’s neck—a different terror went through his spine as he thought about what you were doing—to stop at his forearms. You didn’t push him away but instead clutched him in a tight grasp as if to keep him in place. 

“Wanted to stop by and say hi to my ex,” Brock replied with a chuckle, shaking his head as a scar on his cheek came into view. Bucky also noticed his nose was a bit off to the right and he remembered that day. “Is that a problem, Barnes?” Brock gave him a sly smile and his eyes wandered down your figure in a way that made Bucky’s arms snake around your waist and held you even closer to him. One of his hands cupped the back of your neck, two fingers on your pulse point. 

“Yes, it is. And you know exactly why,” Bucky hissed at him, eyes glancing around to see if he could find Matthew or your dad. “Leave us alone and there won’t be trouble, Rumlow.”

“Funny you say that.” Brock’s eyes caught yours and you trembled in Bucky’s grasp. Bucky’s glare only hardened and he tried once more. 

“Leave, Rumlow.” Brock stared at Bucky for a moment, nodding slowly as he let his eyes linger on your backside. 

“Fine.” Brock let his eyes wander around your body once more before he gave Bucky a smile that made his gut churn. Brock took a few steps back before turning on his heel and blending into the crowd. 

Just as Brock disappeared, Bucky kissed your hair, whispering soothing nonsense to try and calm your racing heart. He could feel your pulse pounding against his fingers rapidly; an indication of your upcoming panic attack. He knew there was a way out from where you two had entered, but Zemo was still greeting more people there. His eyes darted to a hallway and he knew what to do. You helped him last time, so it was his turn to help you. 

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, guiding you to the empty hallway and sneaking into a bathroom. He turned the lock and watched you move away from him slightly, trying to regulate your breathing. You collapsed to the floor slowly, holding onto the counter as you did so while Bucky stood frozen to the spot. His mind was playing the memory of this exact same movement, deja vu hitting him like a flood. He slowly sank to his knees beside you, the same broken and terror-stricken face on your face as that day. He hesitated for a second before his arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. 

“Breathe with me, Y/N,” he said, one of his hands grabbing yours and holding it to his chest as he exaggerated his breathing. His chest rose up and fell, counting in his head to five over and over again. He felt your heartbeat slow down gradually before spiking at a thought twenty minutes in. He bit his lip, knowing that you were getting wrapped up in your head. 

“James,” you sighed, voice tired and weak. He tightened his hold, keeping his chest moving at a steady pace. 

“I know it’s hard, doll, but you gotta try and regulate your breathing,” he said, rubbing your shoulder. “You know what? I think I should pretend to be Steve. He’s like a… teddy bear. Well, according to Natasha at least. I think he’s more of a golden retriever. What do you think, doll?”

“I—I don’t know,” you stuttered out, moving a bit away from him. He didn’t let you stray much further though, looking down at you with a raised eyebrow and an amused smile. His eyes gave away his worry though. 

“C’mon, doll. Gimme somethin’ better than that.” He tilted his head to look at you better. Your mascara and eyeliner were intact, and he was sure you would be happy to learn that, but your cheeks were stained with tears. He kept his face from faltering and watched your lips curve into a small smile. 

“He—He’s both, I, uh, I guess.” You shrugged, a slight shift in your mood. 

“Pick one, babydoll. Break the tie.”

“I like it better when you call me babydoll,” you whispered, a hand coming up to play with his collar. He smirked smugly, your eyes darting up to catch him and huffed, your breathing getting steadier by the second. “Don’t get cocky, James.” 

“Too late, babydoll,” he purred into your ear, catching the way your heartbeat sped up for a brief moment. He kissed your neck and moved back, manoeuvring the two of you so that you sat on his lap, legs around his waist, while he crossed his legs. Your skirt hiked up, displaying a bit of the red lacy lingerie you had worn underneath. He leaned against the wall, flesh hand lazily gliding up your bare legs. He reached the garters and slid a finger underneath it, licking his lips as he eyed it. 

“We should get back to the party,” you said quietly, not stopping him in any way. He nodded twice, blue eyes finding yours. He let go of your garters and gripped your waist, picking you up slightly to spread his legs out. He bent his knees, preventing you from moving away from him, and slid you down slowly to sit on him. You held onto his shoulders and shook your head. 

“‘M not gonna do anything, babydoll. Not in a random bathroom in your dad’s friend’s house after an anxiety attack in the middle of the party.” He grinned when you giggled, finding the absurdity of the whole situation somewhat silly. You smiled and leaned down to kiss his lips gently, a different way than you had throughout the night. “Let’s get outta here.” 

You nodded and swung your leg over his legs, getting up by holding his shoulder and counter. He followed your suit, holding your hand when you gave with a wag of your eyebrows. He pulled you close, chuckling when you rolled your eyes. You glanced at the mirror quickly, not taking enough time to look over yourself for his liking, but he didn't say anything. You pushed past him and peeked out the door, grasping his hand and pulling him out when you saw no one in the halls. 

Bucky grinned at you. “No one knows, doll.” 

You resisted the urge to scoff and said, “Just didn’t want Matthew to hold this over my head.” 

“Now that you mention it.” Bucky started, a memory starting to resurface, “what did you see on his wedding day, huh?” You groaned, fingers brushing his and he felt like he was back in high school, walking with his crush. He tried his best to forget about the butterflies flying around in his stomach. He locked his hand with yours, listening to your voice and trying to engrave it to memory.

“He and Tania met in high school and were—still are—very much in love. They were even voted most likely to get married in high school. It was like a twisted fate and they ended up applying and getting into the same uni.” You chuckled and leaned into Bucky’s side, approaching the table where your coat sat. You picked it up, holding it close as you looked around before pointing to a far back corner. “Let’s go there. Anyway, they had a few fights and whatnot, but… Tania proposed to Matthew when he told me he was too scared. She did it in the dead smack middle of a Thanksgiving dinner. And, as I said, they were and are very much in love, so they obviously didn’t wait ‘till marriage.”

“You walked in on them?” Bucky asked, eyes wide and a shocked expression on his face. 

You nodded and said, “Yep. It was so awkward after that, but I couldn’t help but laugh at Matthew. He was panicking while Tania scolded him for not locking the door. Oh, and I dropped my phone so he thought I was like recording or on facetime with someone.” Bucky let out a laugh, trying to only imagine the expressions and not the scene. 

You took a seat against the wall, the corner that allowed you to see the entire room. Bucky took the spot to your right again, seeing that it gave him a good view of the room as well. You pointed out a few people, telling him a bit about them and who they were. 

“That’s Wanda. Me, her, and Nat would cause the most trouble back in high school.” You nodded at the man beside her. “That’s Pietro, her twin. I don’t really remember much about him, but I know he was a track star and very flirty with everyone. He also asked me to prom.” 

“What did you say?” Bucky nervously looked between you and Pietro, comparing everything about him to himself. Pietro’s hair was about as long as his, dyed silver at the ends. He was well built just as Bucky was, but he had both hands and didn’t look like he had gone through Hydra’s torture. 

“Said sorry, but I promised Nat to the dance,” you replied, taking a sip of the alcohol-free wine the waiter had so graciously gotten when you told him that you couldn’t drink alcohol tonight. 

“Wait, what?” Bucky wanted to make sure that he had heard the right thing. He looked away from Pietro and looked at you, shock etched into his face. 

“Yeah.” You shrugged. “She was gorgeous back in high school—got hotter over the years—and all the boys were with her for the looks. She didn’t want them and she asked me to prom at the beginning of the year. I said yes and we went. As friends, might I add. Though I’d be lying if she didn’t look hot in the emerald suit. And I never really saw Pietro more than my best friend’s brother. Maybe as a brother, to be honest.” 

“She is pretty hot,” Bucky agreed, nodding. “Can I trust you with a secret or two?”

“I’d hope so.” You giggled and sipped on your wine. “I can keep a secret, James. Have a couple from everyone.”

“I had a crush on Nat before she was Steve’s girl.” He grabbed his own wine and took a big gulp, watching you sputter. His throat burned with the sour taste and he was a bit glad that he had chosen to grab the alcohol-free one as well. He wanted to be sober so that he remembered what you two talked about the next day.

“You’re joking!” 

“Nope. She is hot and you know that too; you just said it. I didn’t make a move when Steve started to talk about her all the time. He was never subtle and the crush died out soon anyway.” He shrugged and took a sip, licking his lips. “Plus, it’d never work out anyway. She’s not… she’s not my type.” He wanted to say she wasn’t you, but he kept it to himself. He didn’t want to make things awkward when it was going so well. 

“So what’s your type then? Sharon?”  

“Hell no,” he said quickly, shutting the idea down quickly. He remembered Sharon from his time before the army and he never saw what Sam had for that first year of college. Bucky did spend a night with her before she and Sam started to date, but that was it. He had left her a note the next morning, letting her know that he enjoyed the night, but he wasn’t looking for a relationship. Sharon moved on eventually. Sam ended up dating her for about four or five months, breaking up when she made her third move on Bucky and tried to sleep with him again. Luckily, Sam had heard the whole conversation and didn’t even hesitate to tell her to fuck off. 

“So then? Dolores? That girl you dated for, like, three months after the army?”

“Nope. Hated her.” Bucky shook his head. “Sharon was a one-night stand and Dot was a one-time thing. She was difficult.”

“What d’you mean?” You shifted to face him, folding one leg while the other one came to settle on the floor, the tip of your heels touching the ground. He slid his foot underneath yours so that his foot basically cradled yours. 

“Dot wasn’t understanding. She thought I was craving attention by the second month. She started to—I don’t know how to explain it—distance? We talked less and did more. At some point, we started to seek out each other when we needed a release. More physical than emotional. It was all sex. It didn’t work out if we talked. But she found someone else and honestly, I couldn’t’ve been happier when she broke up with me.” 

You opened your mouth like you were about to say something. Then you closed it, repeating the same thing about three more times. “So then what is your type?”

“I don’t know.” He did know. His type was you. 

“Okay. Pick someone in this room to describe your type.” Your voice quietened, a tone coming into his hearing that made something in his heart stir. He wasn’t sure what it was just then. 

“In the room?”

“That’s what I said.” 

“You.” He didn’t hesitate. He knew what you were feeling. He had had the exact same thoughts when you told him about Pietro. “Nat wasn’t you and neither were the other girls.” He awaited your reaction patiently, desperately hoping that you felt the same. 

“James, I—”

“Hey, Y/N!” Wanda sat down in front of you, a bright smile on her face. “Haven’t seen you in a minute. How are you?” Her accent wasn’t as thick as it was, but it made an appearance in her words with the hard t’s. Pietro came up behind her, giving you and Bucky a charming smile. 

“Hello, Y/N and company,” he slurred, obviously tipsy. He flopped into the seat to your left, glancing at Bucky. 

“Sorry about him,” Wanda said with a pained smile. “He never really could hold his liquor well. It was probably a bad idea to bring him here.”

“It’s alright,” Bucky offered, smiling politely. 

“What’s your name?” Wanda asked, glancing at you and your left hand. You instantly tensed up and grabbed Bucky’s left hand with your right, squeezing it lightly to ground yourself. 

“Bucky.”

“Wanda Maximoff and that’s Pietro.” She jerked a thumb over at Pietro who was inspecting your hair by twirling it between his fingers. She sighed and started to scold him. Bucky wanted to tell him to get his hands off but held back because he knew he was barely doing anything. And you certainly looked amused. 

“Y/N told me about you,” Bucky said, watching Wanda smack Pietro’s hand and then turn to look at him with a bit of pink coating her cheeks. 

“Oh?” She bit her lip, probably debating to ask the questions she was dying to ask. “Are you two dating?” You nodded, squeezing Bucky’s hand. 

You’re answering any questions. 

Only then, at that moment, did Bucky notice the fact that you and he could communicate without talking. His mind came up blank for a second before running at a hundred miles a second. His heart was racing and his suit was suddenly too hot to be in. He couldn’t remember the first time you and he started to use this technique, but he suspected it was around when your grandparents came. He didn’t know how you two understood each other, but you did and that was enough for now. 

“Yeah, tomorrow’s six months,” Bucky responded, grinning. Wanda clapped her hands excitedly. 

“That’s so awesome! On Christmas! What are the odds?” She grinned so widely that Bucky was surprised she didn’t pull a face muscle. “What are you two doing to celebrate?”

“Not much. I mean it’s Christmas so exchanging presents and—”

“I—I thought we said no presents, James,” you stammered, smiling sweetly, but Bucky could see through your fake smile. 

“Yeah, we did, but you should know I don’t listen very well.”

“But I didn’t get you anything.” You actually seemed upset—or stressed—and Bucky started to console you, feeling a bit bad that he didn’t tell you he had gotten something while out with Matthew. He didn’t think much of it because everything about the gift screamed you. 

“It’s fine, doll. I don’t mind that one bit.” When you gave him your skeptical expression, he added, “Or you could give me a kiss or two.” 

“That—That’s not—You’re trouble,” you mumbled, crossing your arms and huffing out a breath. 

“Should’ve known that before you picked me, doll.” He winked and shrugged at Wanda who cooed at the interaction. 

“You two are so sweet.” She looked over her shoulder, pointing to a tall blond man mingling with a few others. “That’s my husband, Vis. His most romantic gesture is letting me cuddle with him. But what can I say? He’s the idiot I fell in love with.” She shrugged one shoulder and got up, helping Pietro up as well. 

“Where are you going?” You asked, despite the fact that you hadn’t talked to her properly since she sat down. You were looking forward to listening to Wanda’s travels—her business takes her on trips everywhere around the world. 

She gave you an apologetic look, one that said she knew what you wanted to hear. “Sorry, Y/N. I have to go early tomorrow. I wasn’t even going to come, but it would have been improper. Vis and I go to Paris in the morning. I’ll call you sometime tomorrow, yeah?” 

You nodded and watched her leave before turning to Bucky and smacking his arm with the back of your hand. You were pretty sure he didn’t even feel it. “When did you have the time to get me a gift?” 

“Today,” he answered with a glance at Matthew across the room, dancing with Tania. “When we went to get suits and ties and shit.” 

“You couldn’t have told me?”

“I didn’t think it was important. Honestly.” He wasn’t expecting this to become a big deal. He watched you pull your lower lip between your teeth, wishing he knew what you were thinking about. “Doll? I really didn’t know that you’d be mad at me for getting you a gift. I just thought that—”

“I’m not mad,” you cut in, voice panicking a bit. Bucky tugged on your hand and brought it up to place a sweet kiss on your knuckles, hoping that it would ease the nerves. His eyes flickered around the crowd, seeing if Brock was the reason you sounded nervous. “I just—I feel bad that I didn’t get you a gift.” You sighed and rubbed a hand on your forehead, smiling nervously at him. 

“Oh, babydoll,” Bucky said soothingly, thumb caressing the back of your hand. “I meant what I said earlier. I don’t want anything in return, but your company and maybe a kiss. I didn’t get you a gift so you had to get me something. I just—me and Matthew were going through the store and I saw the—it and knew I had to get it for you.” He shrugged at your stunned expression, holding back the urge to drag you to his lap and keep you close for the rest of the duration of the party. 

You nodded curtly with a gentle smile, eyes studying the crowd on the dance floor as the song changed. It was slower and sensual, a song that made Bucky think of his parents. He squeezed your hand and grabbed your attention. 

“Wanna dance? We got interrupted before,” Bucky suggested with a lopsided, boyish grin that made butterflies erupt in your stomach. “If you, uh, if you don’t want to—”

“No! I want to,” you said, noticing the shift in his mood. Your hesitation had made his leg bounce and stutter. He grinned widely then, getting up before lending you a hand. He considered telling you to abandon the heels and just step on his feet, but you had already started moving towards the floor. He let you pull him onto the floor and started swaying your hips to the music. He placed one of your hands on his shoulders, grabbing your waist and taking your left hand in his right one. 

“You okay with this?” He asked quietly into your ear. Once you had nodded, he smiled down at you and started to ask questions about anything and everything. He wanted to know your favourite place back in Manhattan and how you met Natasha in middle school. He asked the most ridiculous questions like if cereal was soup or if a hotdog should be considered a sandwich. You laughed and talked through more than thirty songs, changing course according to the beat. 

“I need to go use the restroom,” you said, the laughter dying out between the two of you. Bucky nodded with a smile, stopping his movements and holding out an arm for you to hold onto. 

“I’ll get water and meet you at the table,” Bucky said, pushing past the crowd to stop at the edge where you started for the bathroom, giving him a sweet peck on the cheek as you left, and he went towards the bar with a cheeky smile. You waved at Zemo’s wife and child—a sweet little boy who you adored—before heading into the hallway that Bucky had brought you to. You were about to enter the bathroom when someone grabbed your arm and placed a hand over your mouth when you went to scream. 

“Shh, princess,” Brock whispered into your ear, dangerously close to your pulse point. You shut your eyes at his warm breath on your neck, skin crawling at his touch. You jerked in his grasp, desperately trying to get out of his reach and run to Bucky. He shoved you against the wall, pressing his body into yours. “Stay still, princess, and this doesn’t have to be hard.” He chuckled darkly when you let out a choked sob.

He pulled you away from the wall, turning you around quickly, before shoving you against the wall again. He placed his lips against your neck, pinning your hands to your sides. You moved your head to the side to hit him, earning a harsh slap to your cheek and he slammed you against the wall, forcing your head to hit the wall brutally. Your head spun as he leaned in to kiss you again, hands roaming your body once he realized that you were weaker with the blow to your head. 

Suddenly, he was ripped away from you, Bucky’s blue eyes coming to view in front of you. He cupped your face, his questions dying over the ringing in your ears. His mouth moved rapidly and you shook your head, but stopped when you felt even more lightheaded. He turned his head, depriving you of his comforting blue eyes. He bent down and raised his metal arm to throw some more punches to Brock’s face. Once he was satisfied, he enclosed you in his arms and let you cry into his chest. 

“I wanna go home,” you mumbled into his chest, voice cracking and broken. Bucky tightened his grip, glancing at Brock who lay against the floor unconscious. 

“Let’s go.” He let go of you for a second, grabbing your coat from the floor and putting it on your shoulders. He took out your phone and wrapped his left arm around your shoulders. “What’s your password, babydoll?” You mumbled out your password, leaning heavily on him as he started typing out a text to Matthew. He pondered it for a second, thinking about what excuse he should tell them. 

“Say I had a migraine,” you muttered quietly, making Bucky pause his breathing to hear you. He hummed and nodded, texting out exactly that and letting Matthew know that the message was from Bucky. 

“We’ll head out the back door. Less explaining means it’ll be less messy.” He started to lead you to the end of the hall, turning as he tried to remember what Zemo had told him about the house at the bar. He found the door that exited out the side of the house, and a security camera outside the door. He made sure to keep his head down and your face was hidden as he walked towards the car, pocketing your phone and taking out the keys. He clicked the button and looked towards the car when the headlights turned on. 

He opened the door for you, buckling your seatbelt and kissing your hair as he pulled away. He shut the door, taking a moment to breathe and try to calm his beating heart. His blood was boiling with rage. He didn’t think to go with you even though he knew Brock was here. He wiped his eyes and made his way around the car. Getting in, he was greeted with your sniffles and cries. He extended a hand to you, waiting for you to hold onto it. You instantly grasped it and squeezed it. 

———

“Wait,” you said, tugging Bucky’s hand so that he didn’t exit the car just then. He fell back, examining you with concerned eyes. The whole ride was quiet, but he had turned the radio on, letting whatever station was on play. He felt your hand squeeze his. 

“Doll, you’re scaring me a lot. You hit your head, ya know? I should’ve taken you to a doctor, but—”

“James,” you said, eyes tearing up again. Bucky’s stomach dropped and his throat went dry. His own tears threatened to fall as yours started to streak your cheeks. 

“We’ll—Let’s go inside, babydoll,” he started, voice cracking. His hand came up to cradle your face, thumb wiping at the tears. “I’ll make sure we don’t run into your grandma, yeah? If she does, I’ll give you an escape and you take it.” 

You nodded shakily, leaning forward to rest your head against his shoulder. 

“Don’t fall asleep just yet, ‘kay?” Bucky placed a kiss on your head, lips lingering there for it to become more intimate than it should have been. He mumbled into your hair, telling you that he would call Sam and ask about your concussion. “He’s a good doctor even though he’s a pain in my ass.” You let out a snort at that—not exactly what Bucky wanted, but good enough for the corners of his lips to twitch. 

You pulled back and opened the door, letting go of Bucky’s hand. He quickly followed your actions, remembering to grab the keys from the cupholder and sending out a text to Matthew that you two had reached home. The snow had started falling again, covering Bucky’s hair and shoulders in white flakes. He reached the door where you stood still, wrapped in your own arms, and opened the door with the keys slowly. 

“Who’s here?” Your grandpa yelled out. His voice was still far, but his loud footsteps let you both know that he was getting closer. You turned around abruptly, holding onto the doorknob as you started to undo the straps of your heels. “Ah! You two are back early. What for, huh?”

“She has a migraine,” Bucky started, letting you hold onto his shoulder when you couldn’t seem to stay still on one foot and the doorknob didn’t seem to help. His arm came to hold your waist, wrapping around your front torso, so that you didn’t fall over. 

“Who is it, hon?” Your grandma asked from the living room. Bucky gave your grandpa a thankful smile as your grandpa told her with a quieter voice. “What? Why are they back?” You had managed to get your heels off and straightened up. 

“Do you want to head up, doll?” Bucky asked, exchanging a knowing glance with you. “Do you want my help?” You shook your head slowly and made your way to the stairs, looking down so that your hair blocked out your bloodshot eyes. Bucky watched you walk up the stairs, holding onto the railing tightly. He could only hope you didn’t fall asleep without consulting with Sam. His heart dropped a little at the thought of not being able to do as much as he would want to. 

“Is she okay?” Your grandpa inquired, turning his head back to face Bucky with a raised eyebrow, worry and concern filling his eyes. Your grandma came to stand beside your grandpa, a sleepy-looking Dylan, an annoyed expression on her face. 

“What happened to her now?” She asked, eyeing the stairs with a bit less concern than your grandpa. Something in her voice and posture made Bucky want to yell and scream to defend you, but he knew you wouldn’t want him to do that. 

Instead, Bucky gave her a smile and said, “She has a migraine so I decided to bring her home before it got worse ‘cause of the music.” Your grandma opened her mouth, but your grandpa beat her to speak. 

“That was really kind of you.”

“It was nothing.” At least Bucky thought it was. “Have to take care of my girl.” 

“You should go up and help her out,” your grandpa said quickly, patting his shoulder and leading him to the stairs before your grandma could chime in. “Don’t want her to fall over in the process of changing.” He winked at him and pushed his shoulder to urge him to move faster up the stairs. 

Bucky obliged, leaving your grandparents at the bottom of the stairs while he dashed up. He opened the door, taking note of the lack of light. You were undressing from what he could make out in the dark and he didn’t dare move a muscle closer to you. He closed the door behind him, letting it click into place so that you knew he was there. You slowed down your movements, turning to look at him while shrugging on an oversized shirt. He watched you step towards him, slowly, whispering his name in the process. He gulped, blood rushing to the one place it shouldn’t be. 

“James? I feel like I might pass out,” you whispered, making him step forward and grab your shoulders. In the dim lighting, he guided you to sit on the bed, noticing that you had grabbed his shirt. His AC/DC shirt that Tony had gifted to him as a gag gift. He breathed in slowly, trying to bring the blood back to his brain. 

“I’m gonna call Sam, ‘kay? He’ll let me know what to do, alright? Then you can go to sleep, but keep your eyes open and on me for now, ‘kay?” Once you mumbled out an agreement, he fished out a phone, tossing it beside you when he noticed it was yours and pulled out his. He quickly found Sam’s number, tapping on his name and putting the phone to his ear. “Pick up. Pick up. Pick up.” 

When it went to voicemail, Bucky hung up and tried again, only to have the call go straight to voicemail. He replaced his phone with yours, finding Sam’s name and clicking it. 

“Y/N?” Sam’s groggy voice came through the phone. 

“You’re an asshole, Wilson,” Bucky grumbled, running a hand through his hair. You grabbed his hand when came down, placing it behind your neck and sighing as the cool metal soothed you. 

“Look, man, I got off a pretty busy shift so if this ain’t important—”

“Y/N got hurt. A hit to the head,” Bucky cut in, knowing that Sam would like it better if he got straight to the point. 

“How and where? I need the details.” Sam shuffled around as Bucky answered.

“She hit the back of her head against the wall. Hard.” Bucky rubbed his thumb against your neck, trying to keep you awake. He bit the inside of his cheek as he tried to come up with a lie. 

“How?” Sam stressed, a bit of annoyance in his voice. 

“Just a sec,” he spoke into the phone before muting himself and crouching down to look into your eyes. “Can I tell him what happened? He won’t tell anyone if you don’t want him to, you know?”

“Yeah, you can tell him. I trust him as much as I trust you,” you mumbled, eyes drooping close before you opened them again. 

“That can’t be a lot,” Bucky teased. It was another attempt to keep you awake. 

“Yes. It is a lot. I trust you with my life, James.” You huffed out a breath and leaned your forehead against his, eyes looking into his in a staring competition—he could tell it was your own attempt at staying awake. He tapped the screen, unmuting himself and talking to Sam with an edge to his voice. 

“Rumlock happened.” A moment of silence followed.

“What?” Sam screamed into the phone, forcing Bucky to jerk his hand away so that he didn’t make his ears bleed. Bucky clenched his jaw and brought it back to his ear, watching your eyes twinkle with amusement. It only lasted a second, but it made Bucky’s heart stutter anyway. “What was Rumlow doing there? Where are you guys exactly? How did he even get to Y/N? Where were you—”

“Let me explain it, man.” Bucky waited for Sam to grunt his response and started explaining. “We went to a Christmas party, hosted by Y/N’s dad’s close friend. He works for Alexander Pierce, Hydra’s CEO, and was invited to the party. I saw him before her, but… that asshole dared to come up to us and say that he was just saying hi. Y/N had a panic attack and I took her to the bathroom—”

“The bathroom?” 

“—where I calmed her down. After that we just sat at a table far away, talking and chatting before we went dancing again.”

“Again?” 

“Then after—I don’t know—an hour or two we were tired so we decided to take a break. She went to use the bathroom and I went to grab drinks. There I was talking to Zemo, the host, and I saw Rumlow sneak away towards the bathroom so I tried to get out of the conversation, but it took me a minute. When I got there he slammed her against the wall and she hit her head.

“And I don’t fucking know what I should do.”

“Feel the back of her head,” Sam instructed, his tone turning stoic and professional. Bucky hummed, tapping the screen once and placing it down. “Press down gently and feel for any bumps.” Bucky did just that, multitasking when he noticed your slight wince at Sam’s loud voice. He turned down the volume and felt for any bumps, moving back slightly. You gazed at him with wide eyes, trying your best to stay awake. 

“There’s none,” he stated, kissing the edge of your hair. 

“Symptoms?” 

“Doll?” 

“Lightheaded and tired,” you replied quietly, eyes blinking a bit slower. 

“Are there any softer spots, Buck?”

“No.” Bucky went ahead and checked once more as Sam continued to tell him what to do. 

“Wait about half an hour before letting her sleep. If she still feels lightheaded, I suggest waiting another half an hour, but if it just gets worse, go to the ER. Let’s say she feels better after half an hour, she can go to sleep. One more thing…” Sam trailed off, mumbling incoherently to himself. “Oh. You shouldn’t move around much. Try keeping some ice on your head as well. Maybe on your neck if you think you need to. I think that should be it. Keep me updated and I’ll let you know if I remember anything else ‘cause I’m still half asleep.” 

“That’s fine and thanks, Sam,” Bucky sighed, grabbing the phone and putting it to his ear. “I’ll let you get some sleep.”

“Text me if—”

“I will, and do me a favour. Don’t tell anyone about this yet.” With an agreement and final goodbye, Bucky hung up the phone and tossed it to the side. “You alright, doll?” 

“Better, I think,” you murmured, tugging Bucky’s hand to pull him to sit next to you. He did so, running a hand through his hair and moving the phones to the night table on your side of the bed. You laid your head against his shoulder and tangled your hand with his, squeezing it. 

Thank you.

“’S funny that I understand what you mean by squeezin’ my hand, y’know?” He lifted your hands, pressing a chaste kiss to each of your knuckles. Your lips twitched at his statement and actions, making his own curve into a smile. “‘M serious. I understood that and the ones before. Like the ones at the party when we talked to Wanda and her brother.”

“You didn’t—” you hissed when you moved your head a bit too quickly, but stopped Bucky from saying anything by holding a hand over his mouth— “You didn’t like Pietro much.”

He mumbled against your hand, causing you to bring it down so he could say what he wanted to. “I was sayin’ that you can’t jump to conclusions, doll. It ain’t fair.” He narrowed his eyes and looked down at you as he got up, shrugging his blazer off. Your eyes darted down to his chest, a guilty expression taking over.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out, tears pricking at your eyes. “We had to come back because of me. You were even enjoying yourself and I just freaked out and said I wanted to come home and—”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Bucky interrupted, tossing the blazer onto the bed and crouching down to cup your face again. “‘S not your fault and I’m not complainin’, babydoll. I just want you to be safe. There ain’t anything I wouldn’t do for ya.” Might as well confess your love then. He shook his head clear of his messy thoughts to get a good look at your face.

“But—” The tears staining your cheeks and the trembling of your voice made him lean in and kiss you, wanting to take all the pain and hurt away from you. He could taste the salty tears and wine from earlier, pulling away with the taste of you on his tongue. 

“No buts, doll. I mean it. It’s not your fault. Yes, I was enjoyin’ myself, but that was ‘cause I was with you. There’s not one single reason I would’ve enjoyed that party if you weren’t there.” He watched your eyes flicker over his face, looking for some sort of sign of a lie or a facade, but found none. Because he wasn’t doing this for show; he was wearing his heart on his sleeve. “Y/N, babydoll, you gotta believe me. There wouldn’t be a reason for me to stay at that party if you weren’t there.”

“Okay,” came your quiet response after a minute of silence. 

“And don’t stress it,” he said sternly, metal hand moving to the back of your head to soothe you as much as it could. “I doubt it’ll make your head feel better.” You nodded once, watching him move around the room with ease. He went to the bathroom, changed, and cleaned up the mess you had made prior to leaving. His movements were fluid and precise, knowing where everything went. You wondered when he had found the time to memorize where your things belonged. 

“James,” you started, catching his attention easily, “I need to use the bathroom.” He sighed and bowed his head, hiding the smile his lips were curling into. He dropped the lipstick into your bag, placed it in the night table drawer and helped you up. You didn’t need that much help, but the ground was still spinning a bit. You glanced at the time, noting that it had only been ten minutes since the phone call with Sam. 

“Did I mention I like my shirt on you?” Bucky asked innocently, a mischievous glint in his eyes. There was a softness, a fondness, lurking behind all that teasing that made you feel tingly. He opened the door and let you through, saying, “I’ll leave it unlocked, and don’t worry, I won’t come in unless you call, yeah?” Once he was pleased with your nod and ability to walk, he closed the door. 

He waited on the bed, hoping that he hadn’t done or said anything to ruin things with you. He didn’t know what was for show or what he was doing for himself. He knew he wouldn’t be able to control his crush. He had to talk to Steve about this new feeling blooming in his chest. It wasn’t just a crush anymore. He was deeply, madly and very much in love with you. He ran a hand through his hair, images of you in his shirt, sitting on him, lips on his, and he just knew he had to call Steve. 

You were driving him insane. 

He picked up his phone, stopping as he heard you call out for him. He darted up, leaving his phone on the bed. He knocked and entered without your permission, heart beating out of his chest. At least that’s what it felt like. He saw you sitting on the floor, backed up against the sink cabinets, looking at him with teary eyes. He didn’t think twice as he started to sit down in front of you, folding his legs underneath him. You darted towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. 

“Oh, Y/N,” he mumbled, arms automatically sneaking around your torso. 

“Sorry. I’m sorry,” you whispered through your soft sobs. 

“It’s okay, Y/N. Remember what I said, huh? There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. This, being here to hold you, is just one of a trillion.” He held you tighter, a knock on the door dragging his attention from the moment. “I’m gonna get up, doll. There’s someone at the door.” You mumbled out okay and he started getting up, not letting you go for even a second. Your legs tightened on his waist, a spark of electricity shooting up his spine. He walked towards the bed, gently laying you down and watching you curl into a ball. He hesitated to open the door, but the second knock was sharp and made him turn the knob.

“Mr. Y/S,” he said, cutting off when your grandpa shoved an ice pack toward him. 

“She used to put these against her neck when she got migraines during her teen years,” your grandpa huffed out, glancing at your figure on the bed. “Thought it might help her now.” With a curt nod, your grandpa left, relying on his cane when he stepped with his prosthetic right leg. Bucky wondered if he could use a favour and get something better for your grandpa. He stepped back and closed the door. 

He turned on his heels and walked towards his side of the bed, the bed dipping under his knee. He sat down, tapping your shoulder and waiting for you to look at him. You turned around and watched him hold up the ice pack, sliding his hand underneath your head to lift it. He placed the ice pack under your head, closer to your neck, and gently lowered your head. You sighed in relief and Bucky leaned down to kiss your forehead. 

“You still don’t like Pietro,” you mumbled, earning a chuckle from Bucky. He shook his head and intertwined his hand with yours. 

“Nah,” he started, “I just don’t like any guy who gives my best girl a hard time.” The endearment slipped out and he only noticed it when your hand loosened around his, attempting to pull it out of his grasp. He let it go, only to see you adjust the ice pack and your pillow before locking your hand with his. 

“We’re friends? Is that where we are?” Your voice sent a shiver through his spine, low and husky. He nodded once, giving you his soft smile—a smile he only reserved for you. He pulled your hand to his lips, his metal hand coming to cup the back of your hand, to kiss your fingertips. 

“That’s where we are,” he whispered, “if that’s where you want us to be.” He held your hand in his bigger ones, eyes flickering between you and your hand. He started nervously playing with your hands as he awaited your answer. 

“That’s where we are.” 

#james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #james barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #james barnes x y/n #james barnes x reader #james barnes x female reader #james buchanan barnes #james barnes #james buchanan bucky barnes #x reader #marvel cinematic universe #marvel mcu #mcu au #mcu #marvel

[whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon]

The wedding was

A lot.

For the first time in your adult life you lied.

Lied about how you felt.

How honored you were that Fulgrim chose you.

You could feel the mask more than ever.

The time crawled, and yet you found yourself standing at the end of the aisle. Clutching your beaming Father's arm as though you'd faint.

Maybe you would.

It was all too much. From the intricate and colorful decorations to the Servo skulls flitting about the The Goddamned Emporer overseeing the whole affair.

And your Groom standing at the end.

Waiting.

Eager.

Devouring.

You don't remember what happened after that. You know logically that you met Ferrus Manus's partner then, and spoke to Horus. But the actual memory is missing.

Overshadowed by that night.

The moment Fulgrim had you in his room all pretenses dropped.

He had all your favorite toys there already, and it wasn't long before your dress was on the floor and you were hopelessly entangled in red rope. Your body writhing and rubbing against his. It was in that moment of helplessness in his crushing grip that you felt like you were trapped in the coils of a massive snake, with two many hands to be natural.

You remembered the breath knocked out of you by the sheer force and fire of his load. Lying on your back staring up at him as you tried to drag in air.

His face was curtained and shadowed by that silver hair, but for the first time you saw concern. Genuine, concern.

"Are you alright love?"

"It..burns..." You gulped.

"I suppose it would," He pulled you into his lap and rubbed your back. Easing the recapture of your breath. It was... oddly tender for him.

"I don't suppose I need to tell you to keep this secret between us?"

And it was gone. You cast a glance at his massive member. It was still swollen and quivering. As though he could have kept going and giving you more and more until it became too much.

And yet at it's widest girth, which still hurt when he went in, it was much smaller proportionally than the rest of the Primarch.

A bit too small.

You suppressed a grin, even as he gave you a reproachful look for staring. "Mum on how you fit, understood."

He kissed the top of your head. "You are the worst," but he was smiling. The hand on your back sliding around to embrace your belly. "I wonder how long it'll take," He murmered.

You couldn't tell if it was an act or not, but for the duration of the pregnancy he was the perfect husband in truth. Hovering but helping as the baby grew larger and larger in your belly.

But his duties called, and your real help was close at hand.

Ferrus Manus's lover was a no-nonsense woman. Sent by her husband, one of seventeen such ambassadors from the other Primarchs, to observe the pregnancy. She was quick to send for aid or diagnose the source of pain.

And like you, a politicians daughter.

Your disciplines were like night and day. While you loved pretty things she had approached you in grease stained clothes more often than not. While you feared your husband she soothed his headaches.

"What I would give to leave with you," you told her once.

"Ah, I don't think Manus would believe us if you did." She replied.

And still the baby grew.

Things we didn't see: Fulgrim furiously brushing his mouth out with baking soda before the wedding so he doesn't give his Muse an acid kiss.

Goddess Anon

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#fulgrim #fulgrim x reader #warhammer 40k #wh40crack. #yandere40k. #nsfw. #no words. just read. #good stuff as always Goddess Anon! #aw look at Fulgrim being considerate. marginally. maybe. #lmao @ Fulgrim losing the Great Primarch Dick Debate

[simowis]

Monthly nonsense 23.7

element zero and mass relay have make mass effect a unique sci-fi game. However it doesn’t means other sci-fi’s element can’t be used in ME fanfics. Which will add a lot of space to image, perfect

And I'm getting better at reading his microexpressions, and he has a lot of them

Does prothean have a Dyson ball?

prothean is like a weakened version of the triton

what‘s the hight of Javik?

seems tumblr ME fans like the emotional javik?

Was the design of the prothean, which is perceptive and strong and has four sharp teeth in the upper jaw, inspired by snakes? Could the primitive prothean have bitten its prey to inject venom and then dragged it back to its nest to slowly suck blood? I can't stop thinking about it.

The markings on the back of javik's head are just too much like a blue ringed octopus. How poison could prothean be! Do they Interracial Sexualizer REALLLY want to kiss Javik unprotected??? Emm..yes….

Can't stop imagining Javik squeezing venom out of his teeth every day and loading it into special bullet casings …… Saliva sticking to the mouth of the bottle…so horny…too much head canon!

JUST CAN'T STOP! Not objective, not correct, OOC, too erotic!

I'm still in shock Javik's smile was very rare and fleeting. He smiled just a few times in all. When the first conversation in Normandy, he had smiled briefly when he thought there may be survivors in Ilos and when he recounted his original mission. He had smiled sadly when he spoke to the Prothean VI in Thessia; he had smiled when he gave the echo shard to the Shep before the final battle. His fleeting smile always holds a lot of weight. And he actually comment with SMILE AFTER HE SLEPT WITH SHEP! I'm shocked.

What's Daily news like in prothean's society?

Javik being Catalyst was such a bad idea, good thing they changed it

How can he speak so calmly while having so many sad micro-expressions

its not a ME thought, but I wonder what’s Javik comment on Dragonball’s alien characters…

just so happy to see he smile, a pity he don't smile in game often. This makes me want to give him a happy future even more, maybe, in my story, future...

I think the prothean society described by liara might not conflict with what javik said

How difference in appearance between two prothean? In Javik’s memory there was only color and voice and the spot maybe, they even have the same height! There have to be more differences

Shep’s personality is too flat and not growing, only fanfics give him/her some kinds of explanations. I may have a different shep in my story

ME’s AI is too human like, EDI and Gess, just like human talking machine language, not like Galactic Empire Series which Ai has rules and different logic, Sense of heterogeneity, multiple angles. It’s hard I know

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The main differences between prothean and tritonians are: The prothean do not live in a harsh environment and have scarce resources unlike the triton The prothean do not have a completely transparent mind like the triton, they still need to touch and smell to understand perceptual thinking, which is why I consider them to be a weakened triton Protheans do not inherit knowledge from birth like tritons, they still need to learn, although they may learn quickly through touch and echo shard. protheans can also forget memories.That's why the living span of a triton is thus probably infinite. Whereas Javik apparently mentions that the life span of prothean is finite

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If prothean is sharing memories while mating ……ahhh

Has prothean ever engaged in class division as well as breeding control? The best people are entitled to leave offspring and all that?

The prothean must have been technologically advanced in biology because they worshipped the theory of the underdog and they were not averse to experimenting on primitive asari

I wish I could get javik to learn how to play chess

Just found Javik's eight pupils can look in four different directions.

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What is the ecology of Prothean's home planet? At least given his bipedal form, his planet's gravity shouldn't be too far off from Earth's.They may have once been aquatic, and if they can detect a spectrum of light other than natural light, this could also explain their gill-like throats. They may have had webbing between their toes in the past. Or perhaps they are terrestrial creatures, but the planet's thin atmosphere cannot absorb most of the ultraviolet light.

If they were perhaps ever able to fly, the atmospheric pressure of their planet would have been not insignificant, as wings of this size would have been difficult to drive a body of the Collector's stature and mass on Earth.

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Does prothean have a temperature sensing system?

Have the remains of a defeated Sovereign not been studied? Do they really just treat everything as a gess rebellion?

With Javik's eyes, there is usually an expression on one side and none on the other (the eyes are always wide open), except when emotionally aroused when there is an expression on both sides together. I wonder if the half of their brain that controls their emotions only controls half of their eyes?

his face is a bit like Mickle Jackson!

Finally, both geth and EDI have a soul because of the code of HARVEST. And HARVEST, from ORGANIC

What if ME's amino and dextro-amino are thought to be designed? Because in reality humans can eat dextro-amino acids and the prothean appears to be unrestricted

what if Javik was waked by human (even Cerberus)BEFORE the reapers invade? Human will become a giant empire! He will help human a lot, to prevent reapers, to find his people exist possibility.

Ever notice the line 'More of my people survived?' It even looks a bit ridiculous to see the way his lips switch rapidly between smile and displeasure, but that's the struggle of being in despair when he's holding on to hope..

What's the hole in his head under the carapace for?

What's prothean's skull like?

I wonder what javik would think if he smelled what Shepard is thinking: that prothean really is the right bed partner...

Is prothean a democracy? Or a democratic republic? Or a hegemony? Or an imperial system? What is their authority like, AVATARS?

I don't remember javik ever refusing to let shepard ask him a question.

Think about it, if Javik had originally planned for all the races he led in this cycle to fight the reapers and your race refused. Then in his mind, you are the husk that will be manipulated by the Reapers in the future, and then even exterminating you now would be a way to reduce the threat in the future. Don't forget that Javik's mission has always been to fight the Reapers, and he is completely ruthless about it. But he's just saying, let your race face the reapers on its own. Very merciful. Indeed.

#monthly nonsense

[bonfire-at-the-crossroads]

Kee-Reist Almighty…

The Irish electrics systems remain the MOST FUCKED UP nonsense on the planet.

And yeah, partly my fault for turning on a hairdryer with the small heater going in the studio at the same time. I don’t put too much of a load onto the jank-ass confabulation which makes up my electrical feed up there. It’s simply a long cord which is slid into a plastic pipe buried in the yard. When it reaches the house, it is snaked up into the window and drilled through into the living room - then simply plugged into an outlet. It’s stupid. It’s what I have.

Was working on a painting restoration, had applied a coat of varnish, and wanted to speed up the drying…turned on the hair dryer and suddenly found myself sitting in the dark.

It’s usually a matter of replacing the fuse inside the plug, but as this is NOT the first time it’s happened - it melted the plug cover and one of the metal prongs.

Yikes.

Shut down the electric in the whole house (discovered that the box actually has TWO points as the kitchen light remained on?!!!) and opened the switch plate to discover this mess. The “electrician” who had wired this up in the first place, decided to twist the two ground wires into one port - and ignore the additional port which was meant to handle the load.

Sigh.

The lads at BMG provided me with new bits and bobs - a couple hours later and some fiddly-fucking-work with various screwdrivers and a lot of cursing - the lights are back on.

I will endeavor to NOT DO THIS AGAIN.

[doubleddenden]

Opinions and speculation on the new SV trailer:

I like what I see. I've heard rumors we'd be getting 2 professors but I wasn't expecting it to be true. The past and future vibes are also interesting, especially considering the legendaries also share this trait. I hope it's more than an aesthetic, I'd be down with find past and future variations of Pokémon or towns.

The Pokémon themselves are pretty decent, but the LEGENDARY POKÉMON. OH WOW THOSE LOOK SO FUCKING COOL. I get Yugioh vibes but in the best way possible. My favorite of the two is Miraidon, but my favorite professor is Sada, so it's a tough choice and I'll need to see version exclusives. Lechonk, Pawmi, and Smoliv are kinda generic but cute, I'm hoping we get some cool evolutions down the road. Although I am afraid Lechonk is becoming just another Wooloo meme.

The rival? character looks cool, and I kind of get supportive senpai vibes. Nemona is her name I think. She gives me Pokémon Go vibes, though.

Interesting that she also wears a school uniform like us and other players- which btw we seem to have a variety of uniforms, including pants and suspenders. I wonder if maybe we're students in school instead of trainers collecting badges?

Other than this, the site claims we'll be able to explore at our leisure without worry about story- this is something incredibly important that they cannot, CANNOT fuck up. It's so very appealing, but I also know it's Game "YOU CAN'T GO THIS WAY BECAUSE THIS SNAKE IS SLEEPIN" Freak, so I'm looking at this with caution. However I do notice that the Pokémon centers are outside ish, meaning they don't waste time with load buildings, which I hope is a streamlining "get back to the game quicker" thing and not a "designing a room is too much work" thing. As a side note I could see these Pokémon gas stations in a future American region just randomly out on the road lol

Oddly there was no gimmick. Usually the gimmick is introduced by now, which has me intrigued. They're probably waiting to talk about it, but I'm actually thrilled at the idea of a no nonsense generation with emphasis on new Pokémon instead of new forms or mechanics they're going to throw away a game later. I'd also be cool with my previous idea of past/present/future variants and locations.

All in all not bad. I want more but I'll take what I can get. The graphics look a little better than I thought too, so maybe they improved it. Next I want to see the regional bird, some cool water and fire Pokémon, and generally more cool Pokémon and less cutesy stuff. I like cute shit, dont get me wrong, but I also want another Corviknight or Golisopod. And speaking of cool, I wanna see some cool clothes and more customization.

I speculate a presentation sometime in late July or early August, so we got a wait.

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #den rambles

[ready-the-sails]

All these devastating fan edit videos of Nancy telling Ace she could never have feelings for him have left me so distraught. So I’ve compiled a list of evidence that Ace currently has which will ultimately help him come to the conclusion that NANCY IS NOT OKAY!

1. He overheard Temperance call him her “crush”, in the same conversation that she mentions blindspots. Although Nancy and Ace only discuss this in the happy Nace AU, he still overhears it before all that nonsense, meaning he probably would have asked her about it had she not immediately avoided him after she kills Temperance.

2. Nancy’s hesitation with killing Temperance. She distinctly says to him that she’s doing this for them, but then a few moments later realizes she can’t go through with it and apologizes DIRECTLY to him. Her face in this scene screams something is not right. She looks d e v a s t a t e d... And only at him. His little head tilt tells me that he noticed this.

3. When Ace asks her about why she hesitated and why it was for them, she is immediately defensive and tries to blow him off. This isn’t the first time she’s been short and snippy with him when she’s going through something and trying to push people away. He’s seen it before (*see convo at claw re: Gil)

4. Change in eye-contact. At the start of the episode, Nancy and Ace shared a few classic *loaded* glances, but immediately after she kills Temperance, she can barely look at him. I feel like that sudden change would be super suspicious.

5. Nancy knew about Ryan’s neck. I feel like just the fact that she jumped into action on that like she knew what she was looking for is suspicious. Like, how the heck did she know that needed to be addressed???

6. The barometer breaking! Not only is this just suspicious on its own, but the fact that it happens just mere moments before they can lock lips just screams witchy vibes.

7. Nancy tries to hurt Ace with her words, again. Classic Nancy, pushing Ace away by saying mean things to him. But again, this isn't new behaviour for Nancy, and the last time she exhibited it, she had a supernatural leech sucking the life from her, so yeah, Ace is 100% concerned for Nancy at this point.

8. George knows Nancy’s feelings. Nancy tells Ace that she could never have feelings for him, and yet, she has also admitted to George that she does indeed have feelings for him. It’s not going to take much cross-referencing for Ace to determine that that entire line was BS.

9. Nancy ended things with Park. By the end of the season, Park is shippin’ up to Boston, and although this doesn't necessarily confirm Nancy’s feelings for Ace, it certainly supports a case that his confession of feelings impacted her enough to drop Park.

10. Finally, we all know that Temperance is a sneaky f#*king snake. Pair that with Nancy’s hesitation right before she kills Temperance, her complete change in attitude toward Ace, and in general, after she kills her, and also the witchy vibes at the loft, and I’m seeing major red flags all over the field.

I hope this evidence helps heal some of you as it has me. I’m still not ok, but I’m feeling better.

#I need a support group #and a fourth season plz #nancy drew #nancy drew spoilers #nancy drew cw #ace x nancy #nancy x ace #nace

[wonderlandhatter]

Shower.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x femSurgeonReader

Summary: You're both exhausted and missing each other so when you get home you and spencer share a loving shower together.

Word count:2511

Warnings: I don't think anything, loads of fluff, Spencer spanks you lightly twice, not smutty though. Reader is a surgeon so the word traumas is mentioned once and a surgery is very briefly mentioned but not in detail.

A/N: The only reason I wrote this is because I want to have a shower with spencer and play with his hair, also I have cramps so I'm very emotional and want love lol.  Hope someone enjoys this.

A/N2: My old account got deleted so I'm just reposting my fics I would appreciate if you could bust this so i could get back to where my account was thank you for your time.

Tagged: @pinkdiamond1016​  

You were exhausted, it had just been one of those days, you know the ones were you never stop, every time one thing got done another popped up. Honestly you blame it on George saying it was a quiet day, a QUIET day, who in their right mind says the Q word in a hospital, we all glared at him when not even a minute later our beepers went off with multiple traumas coming in. Now don’t get me wrong you love a good surgery as much as the next, but you were exhausted and just needed to stop, it was hour 10 of a 14 hour shift and it was DRAGGING on.

Spencer was also exhausted, they had just come back from a week long case, and even though it hadn’t been a particularly long or hard one compared to some previous ones, he was beat, it probably didn’t help that he had been tackled by Morgan, he says he was getting him out of the unsubs way but Spencer swears there were easier ways, anyway, he wasn’t injured badly he’s just got some bruises and is a bit sore.

You knew Spencer would be home when you got there, and you were thrilled, it had only been a week, but boy did you miss him, you just wanted to be around him, you needed to be around him.

When you got home you all but collapsed at the door, but you could see his satchel hanging on its usual hook and that gave you hope, so you pushed through just a little more, you dropped all your things and slipped your shoes off, they could be picked up later right now you needed him, and you didn’t know but he needed you just as much if not more.

You made your way to your shared room and when you walked in you saw a passed out spencer, it was adorable, he hadn’t made it properly onto the bed he just sat on the edge and fell backward, he didn’t even turn the light off just had his arm over his eyes, he hadn’t meant to fall asleep he wanted to see you, but his exhaustion got the best of him. You didn’t want to startle him so you kissed his forehead and went to use the toilet before you would have to wake him.

When you came back you saw your lovely boyfriend rubbing his eyes and immediately smile when he saw you, no words were spoken, they didn’t need to be he just opened his arms and you walked to him, he placed his head on your chest as his arms wrapped around your waist, one of your hands drew nonsensical shapes on his back and the other played with his tousled hair, it was heaven.

You don’t know how long you stayed like that before he spoke, “how was work bub”, “busy, we had multiple traumas, I got to assist in heart surgery so that was very exciting”, he looked up at you still holding you close with a very proud look in his face, he knew how much you worked to get where you are, and it was only a little more to go until you could do solo surgeries. “That’s amazing bub,”, “it was pretty cool” you said with a proud tone looking at him, “you’re pretty cool” he said rubbing the tip of his nose on your shirt. He’s adorable when he’s sleepy you thought to yourself as you chuckled at his comment.

“How was your day love, you look tired”, he simply groaned and buried his face deeper into your chest, you just laughed thinking he’s definitely a boob man, “what happened spence”, “nothing we just didn’t get a lot of sleep, and Derek tackled me”, before you could ask why he abruptly moved to look at you never letting you go, “he said it was to save me from the unsub but I think he was just getting me back for taking all his money at the poker game at Rossi’s last week” after all that he just sat pouting and you tried your best not to laugh,  so you just moved a piece of hair from his face and played with it as you spoke, “I’m sure he wasn’t trying to hurt you Spence, maybe it was the only thing that came to mind in the moment”. He just pouted more, and you leaned down to peck his lips, he tried to hold it back, but a smile broke out in his face, “fine maybe you’re right”.

After another beat of just holding each other you spoke again. “I think I’m going to get a shower, it was a very long and tiering shift, would you like to join me, the hot water might make you feel less sore” you didn’t need to give him a reason to join you, he would have probably asked even if you hadn’t offered, “ yeah id like that” he simply answered with a soft smile.

“I’m just going to go hang up my coat and bag, and then I’ll meet you in there ok love”, he contently hummed in response and squeezed your hips before you both when your separate ways. You hung up your coat and bag, you could have waited until tomorrow, but you liked keeping the house tidy, you weren’t the best at it, but you tried.

That didn’t take very long and Spencer wore so many layers that when you got to the bathroom he was still wearing a button up and his slacks, he looked up and smiled when he saw you and so did you, you walked over to him and pulled him in for a loving and slow kiss, “I missed you “ almost in a whisper, simply a breath away from his lips, “I missed you too” and with that he kissed you again  this one was shorter but it held just as much love, after you lips broke apart you held onto each other while spencer turned the shower on so the water could warm up while you undressed.

You began to unbutton his shirt while he did the same to yours, there was no rush because there was no lust, this wasn’t for sex, you just wanted to be with each other as closely as possible. Once you got to the last button you slid your hands up his chest feeling his toned body, when you made it to his shoulders you slid the shirt of  and he stopped dealing with yours so he could let his fall to the ground once it did he slid yours off too, once in had joined his on the floor he ran his hands down your body through every curve and back up until he slid one to you back and the other to the side of you face were he pulled you in for a kiss, while you kissed his other hand unclasped your bra which made you smile into the kiss, show off you thought.

You broke off so you could let your bra fall off and so you could both rid yourselves of the clothing on your bottom half. He was completely naked now and before you could get to your underwear he slipped his hands on your waist which made you stop and look at him slightly confused, he simply kneeled in front of you and placed scattered  kisses across your belly and hips while he hooked his hand in the waist band of your pants and slipped them off. Once they were at your ankles he began to stand again, and you kicked them off while he kissed your temple.

Once you were both naked you made your way into the shower, you went in first and stood under the water you then felt his hands snake around your waist and turned around to look at him, “hey handsome” “hey beautiful”, you kissed for  a while under the water, it felt good, you could physically feel yourself untense as the hot water ran down your body and as you felt him close to you, he always provided comfort for you.

Spencer reached for you shampoo and began to wash your hair, you just groaned in pleasure as his hands massaged your head, Spencer giggled at you response and moved your head under the water, “close your eyes bub”, it felt amazing, the hot water and his hands in your hair while he rinsed it.

Once he was done he just moved you slightly so you could open your eyes, Spencer picked up the shampoo once again and was going to wash his own hair before you gently took the bottle from his hands , “let me do it” he lovingly smiled at you and let you get on with the task, he had to lean down a little bit because of the height difference but you simply giggled it off, you massaged it into his hair and his eyes pretty much rolled to the back of his head in pleasure, he love when you played with his hair, it was one of his favourite feelings in the world, when you cuddled your hand would more often than not find its way to his head.

He pouted when you took your hands out of his air, “as cute as that pout is, I need you to move under the water so I can rinse your hair love”, so he moved under the water and you ran your hands through his hair, you were on you tippy toes so you could reach. While you were making sure you got it fully rinsed you felt his hands make their way to your waist and squeeze before settling there.

Once you were done you came down from your toes and wrapped your arms around his torso and laid your head on his chest, Spencer kissed the top of your head and laid his head on top of yours while he hugged you properly, you don’t know how long to stood together like that, it could have been a couple minutes it could have been nearly an hour but you didn’t care, you were happy, and you felt loved.

You only moved when you felt his hand lightly smack your bum, you let out a quiet squeal and hid your blushing face in his chest, you felt his chest move as he laughed at your flustered response even at this point in the relationship. “we should probably get out, we’re starting to look like raisins”, “there were other ways to get my attention”, “yeah but I like my way” he answered with one last slap before he stepped out of the shower.

You stepped out of the shower and Spencer handed you a towel, you both dried yourselves, he walked out into the bedroom while you towel dried your hair, as you walked out he was pulling up his plaid pyjama bottoms, god he was hot you thought to yourself as you leaned against the door frame, you admired him from there, water droplets falling from his hair onto his shoulders and running down his toned body, he was perfect you thought, in every way, body and mind, he truly had an incredible mind, you loved it when he rambled, he was so passionate and wonderful when he spoke about something he truly cared about.

You were broke out of your trance by  a very smug Spencer clearing his throat, you looked at his smug smirk and pushed yourself off the door and walked over to your dresser, “shut up”, he put his hands up and his voice went up at least an octave “I didn’t say anything”, “your smugness speaks volumes”, “sorry, but you were practically eye-fucking me over there”, “was not”, you grumbled back while taking out a pair of panties and putting them on, “I was actually thinking about how much I love you”, you finally said while pulling his cal-tech jumper over your head, you loved it because it was so oversized on you due to his height, it reached to your thighs, you also loved that it smelled like him, he had probably already worn it..

“oh, sorry” he said losing his smirk that was quickly replaced with a soft adoring smile directed at your statement, looking at him you walked over and puck your arms around his neck, while his took their rightful place on your waist, “you are very hot right now though” you said playing with his damp hair, “just now?”,  he questioned with a knowing look, you shook your head and went up on your tippy toes and kissed him, “I’m boosting your ego too much Dr Reid” he laughed and simply hugged you closer.

“I’m sleepy” you said slightly muffled since you had your face nuzzled into his chest. He didn’t say anything just slid his hands to your thighs, “jump bub” and you did and moved your face to nuzzle his neck, the walk wasn’t long only a few steps and he was placing you under the covers, you missed his touch already and unintentionally pouted at the absence.

It was only for a minute though, as next thing he was pulling the covers over himself  and pulling you close, you were face to face and he held you close and you held him, ”hi love” ,”hi bub” he replied without missing a beat, you shimmied your head closer  to his on the pillow and moved your lips to meet his. God, they fit so perfectly, it was like two puzzle pieces connecting.

The kiss wasn’t rushed, or lustful, it was slow, meaningful and filled with love and adoration for one another. You separated after a while, spencer simply kissed the tip of your nos.

You then settled by laying your head on his chest, you liked to lay there, it was your favourite way to sleep, you found it comforting to hear his heartbreak. His job terrified you, but being a surgeon you understood he wanted to help people because that’s why you do what you do, and you knew how fulfilling it felt when you were able to save someone.

This by no means stop you from being scared though, but being able to hear his heart beating helped you calm your fears, Spencer knew this, you had never told him but you didn’t have to, he never brought it up though, he truly felt guilty for making you scared for his life but he knew you understood, and now he had something that made him want to come home.  

Spencer held you close with one hand on your back and the other holding your hand, you both liked to fall asleep holding hands, you felt closer that way and right now that’s what you needed, and so, you both drifted off to sleep with tangled legs, interlocked hands and a quiet exchange of I love yous.

It was heaven. It was love.

#spencer reid #spencer x reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fic #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds fic #criminal minds

[mrs-march-ahs]

Hi! I have a request~ The Evans reactions to losing in any sort of game. Can be board games or video games 😅

The Evans Losing At Games

Headcannons for all, imagines for some!

Cute idea, thank you! I didn’t write much for Jimmy, I’m sorry Jimmy I love you<3

Enjoy:)

Tate

-Clearly a teenage boy who lets emotions build up a lot -Definitely cheats if he’s had enough -If he keeps losing in the same part of the video game and rage quits, it takes him forever to get back into the game - “Ohhhh… I forgot that’s where I let off… fuck it” (quits) -Much better and calmer at playing cards, and generally prefers games were the two of you can talk and he doesn’t have to focus too much

--

You laid on your bed, scrolling aimlessly through social media, and occasionally glancing at Tate playing a video game he hasn’t played in a while. When you started talking about games, and you told him you had it, he nostalgically reminisced how much he used to play it when he was alive, so you set it up for him. Every few minutes, when a red screen would pop up, Tate would sigh, and with every passing death, his sighs got louder and angrier.

After only maybe half an hour of playing, Tate clearly couldn’t take it anymore, and threw the control towards the floor, before stomping over to shut the console and TV off. The sound made you flinch, and you had never seen Tate angry before. Nor his body language nor face showed his emotions, just his actions, and when he flopped by your side, he looked fine. If somebody had come in right now, they would just see two teenagers laying next to each other.

“Uhhh… you okay?”, you ask, before rolling over to face him. You poke at his chubby cheek as he stares up at the ceiling and tease him. “Sore loser”.

“Shut up, it’s your fault. You reminded me why I wasn’t allowed to play this game for very long”.

“Wanna play something else? Together? We could play Dragon Ball Z?”, you ask quietly, before going back to your childish sing-song teasing. “Be nice, and I’ll even let you win a few times!”

Tate looks over at you and huffs, before sitting up and getting the controllers, “Good thing you’re used to begging me for mercy”

Kit

-Least sore loser out of them all -Always up for a rematch -He’s pleasant even when he does win - “Want a rematch sugar? So you can have another shot at beating me?” - “Ah you were close, you’re getting good” - “You’re a good rival” - “If I lose, you can drag me to that Rom Com you wanted to see” - “If I win, we make more babies” -Pretends to be competitive when he’s playing with the kids - “I would say Team Girls vs Team Boys… but that’s not fair, the two of you don’t even stand a chance, right Tommy?” -If one of the kids beat him, he’d act super dramatically to give them as much satisfaction of winning -Laser tag is 34 years before Kit’s time, but if he played something like that, he’d try to let the kids win

--

You ran around the garden and chased a giggling Julia. Because of current financial issues, the power was out, but not wanting to worry the children to much, and not wanting them to ask too many questions, you and Kit decided to make the most of the sun and tire them out before it got dark. Kit, being the big kid he is, suggested playing a tag-like game Thomas invented, where you each get three pebbles each, and try to get each other out by throwing them. Gently. Unless you were throwing them at Kit.

Julia started slowing down when she reached the corner of the house, hoping to hide from you, but you were right behind her, making her turn around and burst out in giggles. When the 5-year-old laughed, the only thing you could see was the missing tooth she donated to the tooth fairy last night. Once you circled all around the house, you come back in view of the garden, and see Julia hiding behind Kit.

“That’s cheating!”, he exclaims, trying to run away from her and toss a pebble in her direction, only for her to do it faster. The second Julia’s tiny rock hits Kit’s tummy and bounced, he put his hands over his stomach and held it like a gun wound. He dropped to the floor dramatically, leaving the two little kids to die of laughter, and you walk over to him, Kit peeping open one eye slightly to see if you were watching him, and then stuck his tongue out to play dead. You picked up a stick from the floor and poked at his chest, making Kit chuckle but quickly hide it.

“Is it dead?”, you ask.

Thomas leans in closer to look at his dad on the floor, before Kit opens his eyes and pulls Tommy to the floor with him, rolling over to be on top of him.

“I win!”, Kit announces, before kissing his son on the cheek.

Franken Kyle

-He doesn’t particularly play complicated games, but he isn’t too patient and gets frustrated with himself pretty easily -If on one of his educational games, he messes something up too many times in a row, he’ll shut off the game and throw the tablet on the bed -He’ll avoid even looking at it -If he loses a tickle fight he’ll sit and whine, straddle you and then tickle you until you beg him to stop -Whines even if he loses at rock paper scissors -He likes colouring and drawing, and because it’s good for his motor skills, the two of you made a really simple game together -You drew out a long snake shape on a big piece of paper and drew lines in between for the spaces -Kyle carefully coloured them in with pencil and with a marker you wrote occasional things like ‘Go back two spaces’ or ‘Go forward three spaces’ -Sweet little Ky would roll the dice, and take his time, pushing his little figurine, which was something like a pencil sharpener or a bottle cap, and counted out the spaces -Got super excited if he won, but wouldn’t mind losing -He would insist the two of you keep playing, and you’re only allowed to stop and go to bed if you end on him winning -Sometimes he would try to let you win so that you could keep playing -Whine and pout if you had to stop playing, and how are you meant to say no to him? -You would have to promise you’ll play tomorrow -You’d be able to slowly make more and more complicated games, until eventually he’d be able to play things like checkers or Ludo

Jimmy

-Lowkey a sore loser -If there were loads of different people playing, he would be a lot more friendly -If he lost, he would still be super annoyed, but just wouldn’t show it -But if it was the two of you, he’d be super competitive -The type of person to flip the board game if he was losing -But he’d apologise straight away and pout if you didn’t want to play with him again - “C’mon let’s play again, I’ll be nice this time” - “Loser gets spanked” -Loves playing games like beer pong

James

-Unpleasant loser but also not a pleasant winner -Bitter compliments if you win at cards - “Well done darling, who would have thought with your high school education you were such a poker master” -Only willing to play the same 5 card games, because if you teach him a new board game he is not familiar with and he loses, he’ll claim it’s only because he’s new to the game -Absolutely infuriated if he loses at Monopoly, since he built a hotel after all -Don’t even bother trying to teach him how to play a video game -And of course - “Only amateurs keep score”

--

“What are you doing, dear?”, James said, fascinated at your little character wandering around a shop, on the screen in front of both of you.

“I’m trying to buy this plant, but I don’t have enough money, I want to see if I can sell anything I have”, you explain, pointing at your backpack filled with items that you can exchange for spare coins.

“Nonsense, darling, why don’t you simply stab the storekeeper and steal what you desire?”

“Because this is Animal Crossing, James, there isn’t a stab button”

Kai

-Kai likes playing video games or board games with literally anybody apart from you -He likes playing with Ozzy because he’s a kid so most of the time Kai can beat him easily -Definitely not the type of person to let the kid win, even if Ozzy is sobbing and Ally asks him to let Ozzy win once in a while - “Winning fairly will feel so much better for him” - “He won’t appreciate success if he doesn’t first taste failure” -Sometimes instead of story time with his troops he’ll play some board games -At first, everybody will keep letting Kai win out of fear -But eventually someone will win, and everybody else will be fearful for them, scared Kai will be angry - “Finally somebody capable, somebody strong, not scared to show their true capabilities” -But if you ask him to play a game with you, he probably won’t -If you eventually beg enough that he will agree to play a game with you, he’ll tell you he’s only playing one -If you win, he’ll be like, “Okay, are you happy now?” - “Finally it’s over” - “I let you win, are you happy?” -But if he wins, he’ll try to get you to play a few more games - “Are you giving up already?” - “Don’t be a sore loser, rise up to the challenge” - “I assumed you wanted to win, not just to play”

- (Kai loses) “See… you have to give a humiliated man a chance to redeem himself in his own ey-”

#american horror story #ahs #tate langdon #tate langdon x #tate langdon x reader #kit walker #kit walker x #kit walker x reader #kyle spence #kyle spencer x #kyle spencer x reader #jimmy darling #jimmy darling x #jimmy darling x reader #james march #james patrick march #mr march #james march x #james march x reader #kai anderson #kai anderson x #kai anderson x reader #ahs murder house #ahs asylum #ahs coven #ahs freakshow #ahs hotel #ahs cult #the evans #evan peters character

[b0ther]

pardon my manners pt. i

In which Kaeya Alberich constantly fucks his secretary silly.

pairing : kaeya x reader (feminine pronouns, afab)

rating : explicit, not safe for work (sexual content)

type : chaptered (probably)

tags : modern au, office setting, dom/sub undertone, office sex, manhandling, vaginal sex, cumming inside, kaeya takes a vid while fucking reader here

word count : 1,755

author's note : title from 'sexy can i' by ray j. don't comment on my disappearance or i WILL cry. this is purely self indulgent <33 also i posted this in wp... im trying out new things ok.

( masterlist │ ask/request │ ao3 │ wattpad )

"Let me see that pretty face, baby."

How many times has he fucked his little secretary by now?

How many times has he felt her drenched cunt enveloping his cock, fill her tight hole with his cum, and watch as his seeds trickle down the inner side of her thigh?

"Nooo..." Her slurred words echo through the dark office room—she is clawing his arm, hiding her face against his shoulder, as he continues to pump her pussy, warm walls milking his cock dry.

"Don't act shy now," he chuckles against the sweat of her neck, inhaling the deep scent of her hair as he raises one of her legs against his mahogany desk for more support. "You're taking me in so well, why won't you show me your pretty face?"

She whines at his teasing tone—highly contrasting the speed in which he is fucking her—and shakes her head even as she so obediently spreads her leg wider for easier access to her cunt.

God. She will be the death of him.

Kaeya laughs, one of the two hands that has been previously propping himself against the edge of his desk now travels to her mound, where he plays for a moment with her little sensitive bud—only to hear her mewl out his name, telling him to "stop or I'll not make it" (really, what else is a man supposed to do?)—before reaching to capture her full tit in his hand, pushing her body flat against his chest as he marvels at the way her body arches in both surprise and pleasure.

"Gorgeous," he places his chin on her shoulder, fingers kneading her chest. "Look at me, pretty."

She whines again—shaking her head.

"Y-you'll take pictures again," she wraps her fingers around his wrist—the accusation got him excited and Kaeya finds himself to be pummeling her pretty hole even harder now—and bites her lips to suppress her own moans.

"But you're so cute when you're all fucked out like this," he retorts with a slight frown, this time tugging his fingers on her nipple. "Look, none of my hands are on my phone, baby."

"Mhmm..."

It looks like she is thinking about it—mulling over the decision to look at him, or to not look at him. He grins at how her hums are cut off, every now and then, as he particularly spreads open the walls of her slobbery cunt with his cock in a sharp thrust.

"Show me your pretty face," he encourages once again, feeling his cock starting to pulse against her pussy. He gives her neck one long lick, squeezing one of her tits so hard that he is sure he is going to leave a mark on her delicate skin.

"I'm comin—"

Blatantly ignoring his request, she wraps her fingers around his arm tighter, ass moving in synchronization with his hips.

He should stop right there, should let her taste her own medicine. But she feels too good wrapped around his length, and so Kaeya can't even think about stopping—he wants to shoot his thick load inside of her, decorate her pussy with his white cum.

He doesn't want to stop pounding her cunt, but that doesn't mean he can't bluff about it.

"Look at me," he says between his gritted teeth, calmly moving his free hand to grasp on her hips. She gasps, raising her ass even more as she managed to climb one leg on the table. "Or I'll stop fucking your pretty hole. Mhm, want me to stop fucking you right now?"

Despite her rebellious phases, his little secretary is the sweetest girl deep down inside. She cries out a little at his threats, hesitantly cranking her neck to let him catch her gaze in his—buds of sweats are rolling down her temple, her own chin wet with her own salivation from her endless, dumb blabbering.

To make things worse, she decides to remove the hand that is so happily kneading her tit and brings it up to her face, where she sticks out her slobbering tongue to peek a taste of his palm, not breaking eye-contact.

A sound that is almost inhumane leaves his throat—Kaeya wraps his arm around her waist and feels his cock on her abdomen, abusing and bruising her cervix as she continues giving service on his fingers.

"Your cock's soooo big," she then finally sniffles as her pretty lips wrap themselves around his two digits, the edge of her eyes are wet with incoming tears. She began pumping her head up and down his fingers, speaking nonsense in the meantime: "Spreading me open—s'big, boss, too big—"

"Shit," Kaeya mutters, weak at the way her lashes would bat against each other, how trails of her wet drool are starting to leak down his arm. "Who would have thought that you'd be such a whore for your boss, huh?"

She only nods her head, keeping her eyes on his like the good girl she is, and continues making a mess on his hand.

"Are you a good slut for my cock?" He coos, only then feeling her walls tighten around his length—he is all too familiar with her body; the little fumble on her throat, the quirks she does whenever she is about to orgasm, all of it—and he begins to focus on chasing his own high.

"Gwood slu—"

Shutting her up, Kaeya presses down his fingers down her throat—the choking sound that comes out of her riles him up even more.

"Good sluts take what they are given, right?"

His head is beginning to spin; he closes his eyes, feeling her nod her head over and over again, still trying to tell him even against the big digits in her mouth about how good of a whore she is to him and how she'll take whatever he gives her.

"You're so fucking sexy," Kaeya buries his face against the strands of her hair yet again. "Gonna mark my whore up then, yeah? Gonna fill you up with my seed, make you walk around this fuckin' office with my cum in you."

His eyes, for a moment, travels to her bouncing tits, how they're uncontrollably elevating with the speed in which they are going right now. When he looks up to her face, and sees her mouth wide open with her eyes rolled to her head in pure, solicited ecstasy, he can no longer hold himself. The string of cum that flies out of his cock instantly meets her cervix, painting her womb with bright white as his ferocity is slowly becoming calmer.

"Fee me uph—"

"Shit," Kaeya laughs at her attempt in speaking, pulling his fingers out of her mouth. "Fuck, I just did, baby. How's my cum feel?"

He lets go of her torso, and watch as she falls upon his cleared desk in absolute fatigue. His hands rub her back, playing with the jiggle of her ass for a short moment as she gather her thoughts; "S'good. Th-thank you, Mister Alberich."

"Mister Alberich," he repeats, his voice mocking. He feels her body, before eventually, with his cock still buried deep inside of her, he turns her limp body around. Her skirt is hitched up to her waist, blouse halfway open with her bra somewhere on the floor. As she settles on the hard desk, he watches how her heavy breathing shows off her glorious tits rising and falling with every breath of air.

She raises one hand to hide her mouth, perhaps feeling somewhat small under his piercing gaze, and turns so that she isn't facing him.

Kaeya takes this opportunity to reach for his phone in one of the drawers, unlocking it easily to start recording a video of her god-sculpted body with the flash obviously penetrating the dark room.

"Mister Alberich!"

In a series of flustered gasp, she reaches both arms in the air as an attempt to grab his phone, but only presses her tits against each other in the process. He skillfully dodges her demanding hands and instead captures the intense look of pleasure on her face in his phone as he feels himself getting hard again inside of his cunt.

"You're only turning me on even more," he chuckles, now aiming the camera at his hand rubbing her abdomen, watching how a bulge grows as he gets more tense inside.

"How do you even take me like this, hm?" He looks up at her embarrassed face, before focusing to record her swollen clit and where he is buried deep inside of her. "Are you used to my cock? Do you like it?"

He must be some kind of sadist—Kaeya watches in satisfaction as she tries stammering out a reply. He softly caress her stomach and she squirms under his hold, even more when he starts rubbing light circles on her pretty clit; he feels it twitching, like it's begging to be sucked on.

"Mister Alberich—"

Comes her whining yet again, Kaeya turns both his camera and his gaze on her face.

"Speak up, sweetheart."

"Nghh," she mewls as she begins rolling her hips against his hand. "Please— I— I can't—"

"Yes?"

The smirk on his face grows wider.

Kaeya tediously slips his growing cock from her hole, before pushing himself back in her sopping cunt in the same speed.

"Faster—" she gasps, now using her fingers to grip the edge of her desk. "Fuck— please fuck me faster— harder, harder."

She pushes himself to sit on the desk, feet pressed against the surface to show him her aching pussy. It's like she forgets about the existence of the camera; her face melts into his favored lewd expression—the one she only uses when she is so needy for his cock, so desperate for him to pound her cunt.

Kaeya presses his camera button, and in an instant, the flash goes out. They are once again enveloped in darkness, and he pulls out of her yet again just to test the waters.

"Harder, was it?" He hums, leaning down to capture her nipple in his mouth, obsessed yet again as he sinks his face deeper into her pair of tits.

"Please," she gasps, arms snaking around his neck.

Kaeya takes her bud between the sharp of his teeth, pressing his tongue flat against it.

"You asked for it, baby," a little warning should be fine. He glances up to see her already debauched in repeated ecstasy. "I'll go hard just for you.

#genshin #one-shot #chaptered: pardon my manners #kaeya #genshin impact #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich #kaeya smut #kaeya x you #kaeya x you smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #kaeya x reader smut

[seraphdreams]

greengreengreen

warnings : smut, fem!reader, drunk sex, suna being a bit of a jerk at the end, college AU

wc - 2.8k

a/n - this was originally gonna be a football!au but i got lazy and changed it back to volleyball

There’s cheering heard from the end of the hallway in the spacious university. Loud whooping and chants were heard as your classmates ran up to the commotion. You continued walking foreward at your steady pace, avoiding the crowd. “Look! The volleyball team is back!” You hear a student exclaim. You pause in your tracks, throat suddenly dry. You swallow, eyes growing wide as you lock orbs on the tall newbie the volleyball team welcomed. His eyes were like a fox’s, narrow and uninterested.

The way the jersey he has on enunciates his long toned torso, has you in awe. He seemed not to care about the praise and applause he was getting but instead taking out his cloth and wiping his forehead with the towel previously draped around his neck.

Your white haired best friend came up to you from the herd, suddenly looking at you in confusion. waving a hand in front of your face. A trance, is what you’re in. Just a split second of eye contact with what you’d describe as the prettiest man you’ve ever seen had you flustered. His allure was so daunting, leaving you almost speechless.

“Hey, Y/N. Hello? Guess what?” You snap out of your thoughts, looking up at Kita. He was also on the football team. His hair was drenched in sweat and face flushed pink. You cock your head to side, a response to his question. “We won the game, and that new second year is amazing!” He continues. “New second year? The one you were just thinking about? He’s....amazing? Is that why he was getting so much attention?” You think to yourself. Once again you were brought back to reality by Kita, clapping his hand to get your attention.

“Oh! Sorry, i was just wondering, when did he get on the team?” You question, straightening up at the loud clasp of his hands. The team finally got through the hallway, walking past you and Kita. He looks to the side, noticing the slow walking brunette. As soon as the man is in the same radius as Kita, he pulls him by the arm, yanking him into the conversation. He was slightly crouching under the shorter’s grip on his arm.

“He’s been on the team for a few weeks, this is Suna Rintarō. He scored us 12 points at tonight’s game.” Kita announces, Suna straightening up as Kita’s grip loosens. Your heart beats faster, feeling as if it’s going to burst out of your chest. “Hi, i’m Y/N” You say in a soft voice. He raises his eyebrows in affirmation, looking at you deep in your eyes.

Kita observes your body language, the way you held your hands behind your back, squeezed your thighs at the look Rintarō gave you, and licked your lips as you looked up at him with “innocent” eyes. Kita whispers something in his ear, Suna walking away a few seconds later. “It’s kinda late, isn’t it? Want me to walk you to your dorm?” Kita progresses. You nod your head and walk side by side out of the now empty hallway.

“‘Samu, i’m telling you, that’s my shoe!” You hear a loud voice from the outdoor courtyard. You spot Atsumu, obviously fighting with his twin. As you and Kita crept closer on your commute to the dorms, he scolded, “Twins! Cut that out!” Osamu and Atsumu halt then straighten out their clothes, scoffing at one another. “I swear they still act like they’re still in high school” Kita says with a chuckle. Pretty scenery of the campus went by as you and Kita continue to chat on your way to the dorms.

It was your second year of university. Kita’s been your best friend since your first year of highschool when you decided to become the manager of their volleyball team. He was so nice and a great person to talk to about whatever, always listening and giving the best advice. You both grew closer as the years progressed, instantly becoming best friends.

You’re in the same grade as the twins, having been with them since your first year as well. They were your source of entertainment and gossip. That’s why you were a bit confused how they never told you about the rookie. “Looks like we’re here.” You say looking at the room number on your dorm. Warm arms wrap around your shoulders as Kita pulls you in for a sweaty hug, flashing a smile at you before leaving toward his own dorm. “Ugh Shinsuke!” You joke opening the door to your room and carefully stepping in.

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After a long shower, you work on your school work, still in a towel. You decided to finish a few math problems, chewing at the end of the pen. There was no need to do work now, it was the Friday and the you could relax all weekend, maybe drink some wine. You check your phone. A message from Osamu catches your eyes.

There’s a house party a few minutes away. Wanna come with me?

A party didn’t seem to bad at the moment, you were already showered and hadn’t gotten dressed, having fun won’t hurt. You text him back a “sure”. You weren’t necessarily a party person, only clinging to the people you knew, but maybe you’d step out of your comfort zone. You search through a mess of clothes piled on your chair, stuffed in your drawer, and under your bed, until you found the perfect outfit. Something short. You put on makeup, spraying loads of setting spray to make sure you don’t sweat it off.

You slipped on your shoes and pranced to the door and down the hallway. You look both ways frantically, waiting to see a familiar face. Finally, you see a silhouette of the twins walking towards you. Atsumu held keys in his hand, jingling at every step he made. Once they were visible and in a close enough distance, Osamu cleared his throat. “We have to wait for someone else.” He stated. “Who?” You ask in curiosity, thinking it could be Kita or Aran.

You hear a door unlock from the back of the hall, the man was walking slowly looking down at his phone.

From where you were standing it looked like he was wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans. “Suna! Hurry the fuck up!” Atsumu yells. He looks up from his phone and slowly jogs up to him. You felt your heart pulsate the same way it did before. “Suna was coming? Why didn’t Osamu tell me?” you ask yourself. Once Suna caught up with the group, you all walked out the dorm hall and down the stairs.

It was a long quiet walk from the courtyard to the student parking lot, Suna being on his phone and the twins not speaking.

Atsumu found his car and unlocked the door, him driving with ‘Samu in the passenger seat and you and Suna in backseats. You strapped yourself in, everyone else following suit. Osamu hooks his phone up to aux cord, playing his playlist.

The rod was about 15 minutes long. ‘Tsumu pulls up to a large house on an almost abandoned street. There were lights flashing, seen from the windows and reflecting outside. You could see people outside with drinks in their hands, laughing at whatever nonsense they were talking about.

You look over at an unamused Suna, still looking down at his phone. “Who’s the designated driver?” Osamu questions. Atsumu raises his eyebrows and turns to his twin, eyes lighting up. “No. I don’t trust you” His twin replies, sitting back in the seat, arms folded. “I promise i’ll stay sober ‘Samu!” He pouts childishly. Osamu scoffs in response unbuckling his seatbelt. The group treads out of the car. You fix your outfit as you close the door to Atsumu’s black 2019 Dodge Charger.

You walk behind the group, keeping your eyesight fixated on the broad back of the brunette in front of you. Atsumu opens the door. You’re greeted with loud music, a blend of different bodies, and on your far right, tall stairs with a few people sitting down at the front. Nobody you knew was there except for the company you came with. You walk to the least crowded place, the drink table. You weren’t really a heavy drinker, but a shot or two wouldn’t hurt in helping you loosen up. The air suddenly smelt of a heavy masculine scent.

“Do you know what you’re drinking?” The deep, quiet voice says. You turn your head, meeting his chest then looking into his eyes. It was Suna. You nod and point to the label written on the bottle, “vodka”. He chuckles, a breathy laugh erupting from his throat. You smile at his expression, a little confused.

“What?”. He sets his drink down on the counter and puts his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels. “You look a little bit lightweight, and there’s a lot of alcohol in your cup.” You scoff, putting the cup to your lips, inhaling the green apple taste, shuddering at the burning sensation that comes afterwards. The boy you thought was quiet wasn’t as quiet as you thought.

You lock your eyes on the snake tattoo that wrapped around his lower neck then disappeared under his shirt. He caught your examining eyes then looked over your head, a hungry Osamu stuffing his face with hors d’oeuvres. “What does that tattoo mean?” You ask. Rintaro inhales, then takes a sip from his drink. “I forgot. I got it when i was really high” He says, rubbing the back of his neck. You look up at his slit-like eyes, they glowed green, obvious evil intent behind them. You look down at the now empty cup in your hands. “Damn, you finished that fast” He says, eyes wide as he peers at the red cup in your hand. He finished the drink in his hand soon after, as to one-up you.

The conversation went on for what felt like hours. You grew more and more intoxicated as the minutes passed. The bass in the music throbbing in your head. Everything that came out of Suna’s mouth sounded slurred. You nodded at every noise you could comprehend. In the blink of an eye, he was no longer in front of you. You felt a large hand wrap around your waist, tugging on the fabric of your shirt. You felt swaying motions behind you.

The heartbeat of the figure prodding aggressively against your head. The music was slower, sensual even. You try to reach for your phone in your bag, haziness fogging over your mind. A hard grip on your arm knocks you out of your daze. You felt hard pulling, trying to look up at who was dragging you up the stairs. To your surprise, it was Rintarō. As you ascend up the stairs, you pass rooms. Suna checks the locks on each of the doors then opens the door of finally unlocked room in the middle of the hall.

The room was dark with only the pale moonlight shining through the window, insinuating the unholy bright green glint in his eyes. He motions for you to lay on the bed. You do as told, not sure why.

He kneels in front of you, wrapping his rough hands around your thighs and spreading them away, face to face with your cunt. He groans at the sight. “Are you a virgin?” He questions, snapping you out of the lust that was growing in your core. You shyly nod your head. “Do you want me to continue?” He solicits, looking up at you. You nod your head slowly.

He wraps his limber fingers around the waistband of your bottoms, pulling them down along with your underwear, a string of slick connecting your garments with your warm body. Another groan slips from his mouth, “So pretty.”

He attaches his lips to your clit, sucking and licking the bud. You arch your back, fisting the sheets beneath you. His gaze into your eyes like needles piercing your skin, sharp. He uses his skilled tongue to lap around your slit, dipping in and out. The cries you let out are loud, causing him to slow down his pace. He removes his lips from your cunt. They were glossed in your slick. He licks his lips then presses a thick finger into your hole. You yelp in surprise, gasping as he brutally finger fucks you. You tangle your hands in his dark brown locks, crying out words like “please” and “fuck”. He slips in another digit in no remorse for your poor tight cunt. The way he curls his fingers inside you while thumbing your clit has you in pure ecstasy.

You hiccup as you feel your orgasm pooling through you. He sucks the creamy liquid you left on his fingers. A vexatious smile on his face as he stands up and towers over your small frame.

“I want you to take all of me.” He demands. You look down at the growing bulge in his jeans the back up at him. You whimper at the sight, scared for your hole. He leans over to meet your eyes. He places sloppy kisses on your lips, using his tongue to part your lips. You scratch at his back as he deepens the kiss by pressing his tongue against yours. You kiss back letting him take control. He runs his lips down your jaw, meeting your neck.

He sinks his sharp canines into your neck harshly sucking on the flesh. He leaves little love bites all the way down to your chest. He stands back and looks at your abused body, proud of the work he’s done. He slides his shirt over his head and tosses it on the floor next to your bottoms. The snake tattoo you previously seen before looks more prominent now, more dangerous. You lean back, spreading your legs wider as he pulls his cock out from his jeans. He strokes a few times before aligning it with your drooling cunt

He slowly glides the tip in, sucking his teeth at the way you clench around the fat head. You wince at the pain. He tries pushing in once again, you getting tighter at each advance. He reaches his hand over to your thigh, rubbing the skin in small circles. “Breathe.” He whispers in spite to soothe you. You deeply inhale then exhale. Suna pushes halfway through, groaning at the feeling. An image of your smile flashes through his mind, the way you made him feel warm. “Hey?” He questions. You look up at him, confused by the childlike grin on his face.

“What’s red and shaped like a bucket?” Rintarō jokes. You shoot him a confused look. “i don’t know.” You say. “A red bucket.” The laugh you let out was quickly cut off by a sharp inhale. He thrusted his full length inside your cunt. “Sorry” He apologizes apathetically. You mewl at his dangerously fast pace inside you. It hurts but the pain was soon overridden by pleasure. He rubs your clit in harsh circles. You slip your hand under your shirt to play with your nipples.

A soft moan escapes from your core. The bliss was immense, leaving you breathless as he continued to bruise your cervix with his terribly accurate thrusts. You couldn’t take too much of it before you felt your core heat up. The pleasure ran through your whole body, attacking all of your nerves. You felt numb, mumbling and babbling unintelligible words.

“Good girl, you take me so well” He praises, pressing down on the bulge visible in your stomach. You moan at his words, trembling from the orgasm that’s about to crash through you. “Su-“ You try to let out. “I’m gonna cum!” You mewl, trying to sound as audible as possible. You wrap your hands around his wrist while arching your back. Hot liquid splashes his lower abdomen, coating his cock with your cream.

“Fuck, you squirted” He gasps, chasing his own high. The overstimulation leaves you tired and unable to respond to his thrusts. His thighs tense as he nears his orgasm. He sprays his warm seed in your cunt, painting the walls white. You both pant as you catch your breaths.

He tucks his cock back into his pants and grabs his shirt on the floor, putting it on. He tosses you your bottoms. “How does it feel to be bred your first time?” He mocks. The green glow in his eyes came back, more vibrant than ever. He leaves the room, leaving you to clean yourself up. You laid in the bed for a while, a text from Osamu waking you up from almost dozing off.

Come outside, we’re leaving

You trot downstairs, collecting your things and meeting the twins at the car. Atsumu looked to be out of it completely, Suna recording and laughing. It seemed like you and Rintarō became strangers again, he didn’t acknowledge you at all. Osamu was driving this time. You opened the door and sat on the seat, seeing Suna glued to his phone once again. There was complete silence the whole ride back, except Atsumu talking to himself.

You leaned your head back on the seat and fell asleep.

#suna smut #suna x reader #suna x reader smut #suna rintaro #suna rintaro smut #suna rintaro smut fic #haikyuu #haikyuu smut #rintaro suna #smut fic #suna oneshot #suna fic

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Blatherskite (Gunslinger Archetype)

 The word Blatherskite is an American English word that means nonsensical, long-winded talking with no real meaning behind it, or more commonly, someone who engages in such talk, and I can think of no better name for today’s subject.

In the grand scheme of “people who have guns”, there are those who’s bravado and confidence is entirely determined by the fact they have said gun. They talk a big game about their greatness and their command of the situation… right up until the point where their gun goes missing or runs out of bullets. At this point they run away if they can, but they also try their best to save face, calling their escape a “tactical retreat” or a million other such excuses.

Even among this particular brand of underhanded patheticness, however, there is a surprising amount of diversity in the concept, and even the most craven of these desperados can come back again and surprise their enemy once they’ve had time to reload and regroup.

At their best, a blatherskite might be the selfish and self-serving type, looking out for number one while also having enough daring to scream their way through a firefight with more collected foes, while at their worst, they can be backstabbing snakes that falter under the slightest real pressure only to strike at vulnerabilities, including targeting those that can’t fight back purely to get back at the one who defeated them.

That being said, the more heroic tend to have more substance behind them, and can use their reputation for being all talk to their advantage, even if it’s only to gain a brief advantage or cover against more serious attacks.

 Stealthy and slippery compared to the average gunslinger, blatherskites also gain a selection of deeds associated with them. The first of which lets them save face by taking a glancing blow and pretending to stagger back in pain, letting them slip into a better position and let their enemy assume they are defeated. They can even spend some resolve to turn a true strike into a similar glancing blow, reflexively shifting it to a nonvital area.

As a coward at heart, these gunslinger’s first reaction when a fight starts it to hide or at least take cover, stepping or even dashing behind cover with a bit of expenditure of their reserves.

They are at their most lethal when attacking the unarmed, however, true to form, striking before others have even drawn their weapons, or those that have lost theirs, to say nothing of what the worst of the worst would do.

Though they are less than honorable or courageous, they are perfectly capable of taking advantage of the assumptions their foes make about them. As such, they can allow themselves to seem defeated by a debilitating effect (or at least pretend to be if they spend a little grit), making their foe drop their guard, making them extremely vulnerable to the blatherskite and their allies catching them off guard.

With how underhanded this archetype is, I can see why it made it into Antihero’s Handbook. If you’re looking for a character that is less than heroic, but still terrifyingly effective when the chips are down, this archetype might be for you. I’d definitely get a decent constitution score though, lest those minimum damage wounds pile up. Beyond that, try to build with stealth and bluff in mind.

 The power that seems to be associated with a gun is different than any other personal weaponry. I think this is because when you break them down, pretty much any melee weapon is some variation of club or sharp pointy bit. A gun, on the other hand, kills from afar with little more than a point and pull action, compared to the loading of a crossbow or the pulling back of an arrow. I suppose this is the source of the power trip that the blatherskite revolves around, and why they fall apart as soon as that advantage is no longer working out.

  Though the curse has long faded, the gunman Valn never really regained his confidence after being bitten by a chickcharney. Now a broken mess, he relies mostly on the threat of his gun, rather than his skill with it in a fight, but despite his hangups, he is a crack shot when he needs to be.

 Ever since the outlaw Murcass shot the captain of the guard and claimed the town under his “protection”, the townsfolk have prayed for salvation from this braggart. If approached by a large group, he will flee, so a small team is needed to hunt him down, though behind is bluster is a wily and vicious opponent.

 On the run from their terribly ancient nosferatu parent, Vicau travels far and wide with a firearm they barely understand, using bluster to get their way. However, despite their self-serving priorities, there is more to their character than that, and with the right push, they might just do the right thing.

#pathfinder #archetype #gunslinger #blatherskite #chickcharney #nosferatu #dhampir #anchient-born #Antihero's Handbook

[imomomi]

Summary: Y/N isn't too sure what it is about Kozume Kenma that makes her nervous, but avoiding him doesn’t seem to be working especially since Kuroo keeps bothering her...

Word Count: 1,607

Warnings: None :)

A/N: Just a cute little story that I had drafted. Part two will be up soon! 

         Y/N had been startled when Kuroo first asked her to come to their game. The second time, she grew increasingly wary that her classmate had a crush on her. The third time, Y/N declined much to his shock and her growing annoyance. It wasn’t that Kuroo was a bad person---he was nice when he wanted to be and smart enough to occasionally catch the mistakes she missed in her chemistry homework. But it was Kuroo Tetsurou. He was captain of the volleyball club, loud and boyishly charming in a way that had girls whispering about him in the locker rooms. To put it simply, he wasn’t Y/N’s type.

           “Why not?” he pestered, poking her back with his pen in between math problems.

           “It’s volleyball,” said Y/N dully.

           “Yeah, duh,” he leaned forward, hair flopping in his face, “that’s kind of the point, Y/N.”

           “I’d rather be at home,” she admitted.

           “Doing what?”

           “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

           “Come one, it’s just one game,” said Kuroo pushing his lips out in a pout. She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest in disgust.

           “You’re very nice, Kuroo-san, but I’m not interested,” said Y/N bluntly. A twinge of regret filled her. Hopefully, no one around them had heard their conversation and started a rumor. She didn’t want to deal with gossip, especially Tokyo gossip that would spread to the neighboring schools like a wildfire and reach her brother’s ears at Tokyo University.

           “Wh…what?” he sputtered, earning a look from their teacher. He winced, leaned down, and whispered, “I don’t like you.”

           “Well…is it that Yamamoto kid?” she asked in horror, remembering the shy, stuttering first year who’d yelled some gibberish at her, “Or worse Yaku? He’s too short.”

           “Say that to his face, I dare you,” Kuroo laughed, throwing his head back, “You’re the same height.”

           “Whoever it is, the answer is no.”

           “Oh, come on,” he begged.

           “No. You have this meddling look and it makes me think of a bakeneko coming for my soul.”

           “I don’t see it,” mused Kuroo, leaning forward and staring at her intently. Her brow wrinkled.

           “What?”

           “What makes you attractive? You’re like the witch of the waste before she got ugly,” he said, dodging her hand as she swiped at him.

           The following Monday, Kuroo slams a Nintendo switch on her desk. Their game had ended in a win and Y/N was glad because it meant Kuroo wouldn’t be depressed and annoying, but now he was happy and annoying.

           “Thank you?” said Y/N, turning the device over in her hands. She switched it on, the familiar logo lighting the screen.

           “It’s not for you. Just hold on to it.”

           “Isn’t this Kozume-san’s?” asked Y/N. Kuroo snorted, resting his head in the palm of his hand. His gaze sharped as she spoke his friend’s name.

           “Kozume-san? He’s younger than you.”

           “He’s mature,” Y/N murmured, “Though, Fukunaga is as well sometimes.”

           “You’ve spoken to Kenma?”

           “No. Of course not,” she scoffed, loading Animal Crossing as she spoke, “He comes by the café sometimes.”

           “And you notice him?” Kuroo’s gaze sharpened, voice coming out in sly as a snake. She found she liked this side of him the least.

           “He doesn’t shout and never loses. It’s hard not to notice.”

           “You watch him long enough to know he never loses?”

           “Is this Kozume-san’s? He’ll be upset that you took it,” she looked up, giving Kuroo a light glare and handed him the Switch, “Give it back.”

           “And you protect his stuff? No wonder.”

           “Give me five minutes of peace Kuroo. I don’t have the mental energy to handle you right now,” she said, falling silent. He attempted to pester her for a moment longer, before giving up. She wondered what it was that had made him take Kenma’s switch away. Usually when Kenma stopped by her grandfather’s internet café, he took a seat in a corner and spent all day tapping away at the keys. She hadn’t lied when she said she’d never seen him lose. Y/N was good at video games from constant exposure, but she played them the way a child practiced piano---out of boredom and familial expectation. Kenma breathed video games as if he were enjoying his last meal. Often, she worried that he’d pass out from exhaustion from not eating and would leave him snacks, but she doubted he even knew about it.

           Clearing her thoughts from head, she pulled out her notebook and slumped forward.

           “Here, neko-chan,” Y/N called out softly. She scattered two dried anchovies on the floor, looking for the familiar orange stray that was frequently caught on campus. A soft meow sound from the corner and Y/N pressed against the side of the school, careful to stay under the awnings and out of the rain as she coaxed the cat forward. A smile blossomed on her face as she took in the rounded belly of the cat. In a week or two, there would be kittens hiding somewhere on the school grounds.

           “Y/N, come here,” Kuroo shouted, holding an umbrella up. Y/N looked at the onslaught of rain and considered her options: One, she could take Kuroo’s offer and walk home with him and Kenma. Two, she could brave the weather, catch a cold, and miss the next two days of school. Three, she could simply wait at the school until her grandfather or one of her brothers were available to pick her up.

           “You’re seriously that against walking home with us,” Kuroo asked, leaning over her. His body cast a large shadow on the ground, dark hair and sharp eyes lending to the villainous atmosphere that surrounded him. Kenma offered a brief, silent nod looking as uncomfortable as she felt. The stray cat nudged her hand as if scolding her for not leaving yet. Y/N stood, pulled down the hem of her skirt, and straightened her blazer.

           “I don’t mind walking home with Kozume-san,” she said, taking cover under Kuroo’s umbrella, “You, on the other hand, are far too loud.”

           “I miss when he was quiet,” muttered Kenma’s, lips twitching at the affronted look on Kuroo’s face. His gaze disappeared from her line of view as he slumped forward, hair shielding him from view. Y/N frowned lightly, looking up to meet Kuroo’s thoughtful gaze. The soft pitter patter of rain filled the silence as they walked, but her worry grew. Was she making Kenma uncomfortable with her presence? On normal days, Y/N would sometimes spot them coming off the morning train, Kuroo animatedly talking about whatever nonsense he’d thought up while Kenma softly answered back. They’d always seemed close like brothers, teasing and irritating each other at every chance. But they both had fallen silent now, having an awkward conversation behind her with their eyes.

           “You can drop me off at the bus stop,” said Y/N. “I don’t want you to have to go out of your way.”

           “Oka-“

           “It’s not out of our way,” Kenma said. His voice cut across Kuroo’s and broke the silence. Cat like eyes, gold and bright and sharp, met her own briefly before looking on ahead. Y/N nodded and bowed in the same motion, offering her thanks. His shoulders hunched up even more and she was suddenly grateful that Kuroo was here and stood between them.

           Kuroo nudged her and tilted his head in Kenma’s direction. She scowled back and pulled the umbrella closer leaving one of his arms out in the rain.

           “Kenma, tell Y/N she can call you Kenma.”

           “Hmmm…oh…you can call me Kenma if you want,” his hands fiddled with the button on his umbrella, “T…there’s no need for honorifics.”

           “Oh. I hadn’t meant to make you uncomfortable.”

           “You didn’t. But, Kozume-san makes you sound like Hashimoto-sensei,” said Kenma. His eyes abruptly cut to hers again, the gold cutting through her like ice. She frowned, pressing a hand to her face and then narrowed her own eyes.

           “She’s so old,” said Y/N, voice high-pitched in indignation. “I’m only a year older than you!”

           “When were you born?” asked Kenma.

           “March 1st.”

           “Only seven months than,” he said, voice steadier, “Kozume-san makes me sound like an old man.”

           “I was being polite,” said Y/N, huffing in anger.

           “That’s our youth these days,” said Kuroo, grinning widely, “Rude and always on their devices.”

           “Shut up,” both her and Kenma said at once. They turned to each other in surprise, a light blush blossomed across both of their faces. A tight itch of anxiety built in her chest, but Kenma, for the first time ever, didn’t look away and held her gaze. It seemed so small and insignificant, but Y/N felt as if a hand had tightened its hold on her chest.

           Kuroo took over the conversation, pulling tiny strings that push and pull her and Kenma in different directions. She learned that he was an only child and Kuroo’s first friend in Tokyo. Y/N found herself telling them how she had two older brothers and lived with her grandfather who worked for an animation studio. Before she realized it, they’ve stopped in front of her house. Both boys gazed at the traditional awnings and bonsai tree with curiosity. She felt as if she should say something to cement their newly sprung friendship. Y/N lingered, a slight smile pulling at her lips.

“Your island was really pretty,” she offered quietly. Kenma coughed sharply.

“You…send me your switch code…I’ll let you visit it,” he turned around and walked down the street. Y/N frowned, looking at Kuroo.

“Uhh, just text me, I’ll give you his number,” he said over his shoulder as he jogged to catch up with Kenma.

#kenma x reader #haikyuu x reader #kozume kenma #kozume x reader #kenma #haikyuu #kenma reader #kenma x y/n

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How well did Lamia!Pyrrha take it when Jaune decided he was going to do NNN? Especially when it was time for her mating season?

Jaune was currently unable to speak, his head being wedged within Pyrrha’s ample tits, as the Lamia had the lower snake half of her body looped and wrapped around Jaune’s lower body, his hard cock firmly wedged within her flexing pussy.

Hugging Jaune’s head with a bliss filled smile, Pyrrha relaxed, hugging her lover and letting her hungry pussy do all the work, flexing and pulsing around the hard shaft within it. She knew that there wouldn’t be more of this ‘No Nut November Challenge’ nonsense going around, since she had already pulled three massive loads into her womb, and knew that her mate had plenty more to give her.

It had been very easy as well. Jaune was a very heavy sleeper when he was with her, so it had been child’s play to strip him and slowly trap him within her coils. He had already been hard (which made her wonder why he was denying himself...it wasn’t like they were in class or anything…), so there had been no difficulty in slipping his cock into her body.

When his eyes had snapped open she acted, snatching his head between her bosom, her core going wild and milking her lover’s cock for everything it was worth. She pressed kisses to his brow as he squirmed in her hold as she milked him for his cum to fertilize her eggs.

She hummed happily as Jaune grunted and tensed, another thick load of cum spraying into her pussy, draining towards her womb. “Hmmm, I feel it, love...you’re filling me so full..” she sighed, wiggling her hips a bit and nuzzling closer against him. She closed her eyes and smiled. A nap sounded good. Cradling her warm mate under a thick blanket, her pussy and womb full of his hot cum...what could be better? Nothing, that’s what.

...Jaune moaned into his girlfriend’s chest, trembling as his balls worked overtime to empty out the cum within them and into Pyrrha’s body. He knew that he wasn’t going to get out of this anytime soon...his eyes rolled back in his head as Pyrrha’s grasping pussy worked another load of thick cum from him, leaving him nigh breathless.

...maybe it wasn’t the best idea to try No Nut Novemeber with a girl who had a heat cycle?

Jaune Arc:

Status: FAILED

Time Survived: 2 Days

Reason/Method For Failure: Lamia Girlfriend Entering Her Mating Season

#No Nut November #Arkos #Jaune Arc #Pyrrha Nikos #Monster Girl AU #Lamia!Pyrrha

[turtletimewriting]

Patton’s Adventure- Through the wood

Summary: well wouldn’t you like to know.

Note: Again, thanks everyone who responded and voted. A choose your own adventure doesn’t really work unless people respond and it’s been genuinely so much fun to experiment with this idea. Just thanksies!!

This is based on fluffomatic’s idea of a tickle forest!! It’s absolutely amazing and adds visuals to this story! 

Previous part!

Beginning!---- Logan’s part!

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“I propose we cut through this wooded bit here. I reckon we’ll shave off a good ten minutes from the journey,” Janus stated matter of factly to which Patton nodded along with. Sounded like a plan! 

“Wait, what if loads of tickly bugs get attached to us from the grass?” Patton nervously giggled. Janus frowned before lifting up his trouser legs to reveal his neon yellow socks. 

“Maybe if we just tuck in anything loose then nothing can crawl in?” Janus muttered with a frown. He kneeled to commit the atrocity to fashion before he motioned for Patton to do the same. Right. Now with their trousers tucked into their socks, they were all ready to go! 

They stepped away from the path and stomped through the grass into the bunch of trees. 

It was so much prettier to be right in the middle of all the beautiful world the twins had created. The breeze allowed dried leaves to flutter to the ground and the quiet muted chirps of distant birds rang around them. There were so many beautiful flowers. There were bursts of brilliant white flowers that created a wonky natural path that they followed through. 

However they both stopped when they were hit with such a distinct striking smell.

It was flowery (of course) but also refreshing. But also comforting. Like the strong smell of newly washed clothes. Fresh, clean and just plain nice. “What’s that?” Patton chirped.

“I don’t know,” Janus frowned, “It’s not like we’ve encountered any new flowers?”

Patton suddenly stopped dead with a gasp, “Maybe it’s a clue! Maybe there’s a clue for the treasure nearby!”

“Oh Pat!” Janus clutched his chest, “you have to warn me before you act so dramatically. You’re not Roman, so let’s act like it!” 

“Oh you’re so silly,” Patton giggled, “we should probably look around though.”

They settled for digging through the long grass around them and shaking branches but they didn’t see anything. They tentatively walked forward some more before Janus finally lost his patience and used his... specialised scent smelling. Flicking his tongue ridiculously, he led them to an enormous pitcher plant tucked away through a small bunch of trees. 

“That’s totally not the smell.” Janus pointed. 

“That totally looks like where I would hide a clue!”  Patton nudged him with the most ridiculously proud smile before charging ahead with no further thought. 

“Wait!” Janus ran out in front of him. This was a tickle based world that Roman and Remus created. A random pitcher plant was an obvious trap! 

But of course... maybe running in front of Patton to warn him and therefore standing within range of the plant wasn’t the smartest choice. 

It wasn’t a surprise to suddenly find vines clutching him as they bluntly dunked him into the pitcher plant. “Jan!” Patton yelled and ran forward to the plant but he wasn’t grabbed. Janus was sitting in the plant with a very disgruntled look.

“I’m fine. Sticky and now soaking wet. But I’m okay,” He answered as he tried to get a grip on the plant so he could pull himself out. Yet, the plant was completely smooth and of course the vines stood guard over the top. He could feel there were vines in the plant itself but there were simply floating through the weird liquid. He was safe for now. 

“Well...” Patton winced but battled on, “are there any clues since you already dived in?”

“Oh of course! How could I forget the reason I climbed in myself!” Janus snapped but he did stick his hand into the liquid. 

It was when he was tracing one of the vines that it suddenly latched on to his wrist. Uh oh... He tried to pull it free but it was firm. Now the vines within the plant sprung to life and were excitedly tracing along his hand and wrist. Thankfully his glove blocked most of the sensations but he could feel them thoroughly trace from the tips of his fingers to the base of his wrist. He pulled harder but tried to not let it show. He didn’t need Patton panicking. 

The vines then crawled up higher and slipped through his sleeve. it was tickly but not the sort that made him laugh but he did start pulling. He dunked his other hand in with an awkward smile to Patton who was now asking if he had found something with genuine hope. Obviously that was then a mistake. The vines very extremely long and just as his other hand touched the very surface of the liquid, they then snapped forward. The curled up his other hand, up his arm and now flickering around his ribs and armpit. 

Now, he probably just squeaked and didn’t not release a strangled shout of nonsense letters. Totally. Squeaking was much more normal so he probably just released a squeak. 

It tickled. Duh. The prodding curious vines were now reaching his sensitive elbow under his sleeve and they showed no sign of stopping the slow climb. A gentle teasing rise of tickles as the higher they climbed then the more he felt his giggles fighting harder to breaking free. The other vines had all split up to explore their way across his waist. 

But everything stopped when they came up to his face. The vines stroked lovingly over his scaled cheek as the rest froze in their place. 

Janus froze himself and held his breath.

“Uh oh Jan. I think the only thing you found is an absolute pitcher of tickles!” Patton cooed as he copied the vine and tickled across his human cheek. At his word, the vines snapped back to life. 

The vines then grabbed on to his shoulders and pushed him deeper into the pitcher and started smoothing the liquid over him. Dumping it over his head, some vines focused on a slow waving motion as it rolled over him while others started scritch scratching all over his waist. 

“AAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH! HA! PATAHAHAHA PAT!” Janus cried and now fully entered defence mode. He tried to kick away but obviously he was sitting in a pitcher plant. 

“Aw Jan! It just wants to tickle you! There’s nothing wrong with that, huh? It just wants to spread a bit of joy. It must have heard how absolutely adorable you’re giggles are!” Patton twirled around and patted the plant like it was some good friend. 

“IT’S HIHIAHAHAHAH TICKLING ME HAHAHAAAAA!” Janus’ voice disappeared into a scream as multiple vines starting massaging at his neck and flicking at his scales. There was prodding and deep vibrating massages. 

“Well of course! Maybe it will stop if you stop being so fun to tickle,” Patton pondered with the seriousness of a philosopher, “Maybe if you’re giggles are less cute and bouncy. Oh and of course if you stop doing that positively beautiful blush. Then maybe it will stop tickling the most fun person in the world to tickle!” 

“AAHAHAHAHA! WAIT! WAHAHIT! WAIT WAIT WAIT! HIHI AHAHAHAAHA IT’S GEHETTING WOHAHAHAHAHAHA WORSE!” Janus managed to finally cry out once he felt the tickles getting more and more tingly and the ghostly sensations of their previous tickles seemed just as strong as the direct tickles.

The liquid had thoroughly soaked him in the liquid but now he realised that he must be getting more ticklish. The vines had mostly gathered around his neck now. And he had never felt more childish in his life. He was scrunching up in the vague hopes of it helping (it wasn’t) and so his laughter was now more strangled and goofy sounding. The vines swirled gently over his cheeks and that itself felt so childish and silly. It was both gentle and playful. He shook his head like a wet dog but they followed him without any problem. 

“Aw, I never get this reaction when I go after your ticklish neck! Aw, mister plant, do you have any advice?” Patton held his ear out before nodding, “okay then. I’ll make note of that! I know his neck is super sensitive to gentle stuff like feathers. But I’ll bare that in mind. I need all the advice I could get. This one in your clutches is just such a tickle snake! He’ll want more tickles just like yours from now on!” 

While he felt powerless but to pay attention to every word that left Patton, he also noticed that the vines must be paying attention to his face for a reason. His scales set them all off anyway so that was probably something. It was then he noticed that there motions mimicked a washing motion. They were smoothing along his scales and a few seemed to be trying to scratch them off. Was it washing him? He did the only thing his tickle weakened mind could come up with. He covered his cheek and neck with his capelet. 

It took a second for the vines trapped underneath to free themselves and start scribbling over the cape. He gulped down some breaths now he wasn’t under attack. The felt around carefully before they tucked back down into the pitcher. 

“Is it over?” Janus shouted hysterically before the pitcher tilted over and dumped him out on the grass. Patton raced over to him and helped him sit back up.

“Seriously for a moment, are you okay?”

“Yes. I am fine. My neck is not that ticklish, even with whatever that liquid is. I could have lasted longer so I am not too out of breath. We should continue though. We already wasted enough time dealing with that,” Janus held out his hand and Patton pulled him up with a quick hug. Only for him to pull away with a grimace. 

“I shouldn’t have hugged you when you were still soaked in tickle stuff,” Patton laughed but pulled him forward without another word. 

He expected to now have to trudge through the rest of the adventure soaking wet but it was like the world knew this would happen and so the sun managed to burst through the clouds. It was warm enough that he barely noticed being other than the heaviness of his clothes. 

When they both stumbled out of the tall grass and back on to the original mud path, they both cheered. Janus didn’t bother to discuss that the shortcut wasn’t really that helpful due to his sensitive interlude. The path now was surrounded by a slight wooded bit. The tall yellowed grass and occasional tree and fern bush now hugged the path rather than to one side. As they continued walking, the trees got larger and it felt more like they were entering a forest.  

They both gawped at the small cliff that formed to their left but they stopped completely when they noticed a clear gaping cave in the base of the cave. It seemed to release it’s own draft and practically screamed important and also ominous. 

“Now that is definitely a Remus creation,” Janus laughed off as he went to keep walking. But Patton didn’t follow. He was standing there with his hands on his hips with a concentrated frown. 

“I know I might seem like a broken record... but do you think a clue would be in there?” Patton asked.

“Oh yes that sounds like a brilliant idea. Let’s waste an hour stumbling through a pitch black cave for a clue that may not even be in there. Oh yippee, sign me up!” 

“I know I know. But I feel like we’re making pretty good time plus how embarrassing would it be if we got to the end and couldn’t solve the treasure,” Patton whined.

“Admittedly, I don’t think Logan would let us live it down if we couldn’t solve it,” Janus agreed with a still sceptical glance. Patton noticed this and launched at him with pinches.

“C’mon JanJan! Don’t you think it’ll be a good idea? Plus maybe you’ll get tickled all over again!” Patton cooed as he pinched all along Janus’ ribs. Typically Janus would just laugh it off but now he fell to his knees with a squealing laugh. 

“Pahaahahahat!” 

(This part of the journey took 32 minutes)

So what should they chose?

A) Continue on the path 

B) Investigate the cave and then go on the path

#turtle writing #Tickling #ts janus #ts patton #TicklyAdventure