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grace-writes-shit · 1 year

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Hopelessly Devoted (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

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Warnings/Themes: Domestic Life, Domestic Fluff, Talk of marriage, Talk of having kids, Marriage Proposal

Characters/Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Dr. Raynor

“How are things going with Y/N?”

He stared at the wall behind the woman. Can’t really say ‘older woman,’ seeing as how he is practically twice her age. But she does look older, he thought to himself. And she likes to nag like his grandmother did.

“Fine. Things are fine.” He’d do anything to be out of this room and with Y/N instead. He’d rather be with her than do anything else, in fact. That’s how ‘fine’ things are going.

“And you two are still doing your own exercises at home?” She questioned him again, her passive-aggressive notebook still sitting on the table next to her. If he were being honest, the exercises he and Y/N did at home helped him far better than sitting in this room with this old crone.

“Yeah.”

“And how are those going?” Question after question. Y/N didn’t need to ask so many questions. She just knew. Granted, her ability to slip into others’ minds helped. Bucky hesitated before giving an answer. If he answered at all the Doc would see that as cooperation and he didn’t feel like doing that. If he lied, she would see through it. But if he told the truth… She would probably see it as progress, and he might be able to quit these court-mandated sessions soon. Truth it is.

“I didn’t have a nightmare last night,” he offered, not quite meeting her eyes, looking at the middle of her forehead. Her eyebrows rose.

“Good. That’s very good.” She paused to observe him; her gaze was cold and calculating compared to the one at home. The one that holds his gaze with so much love and understanding that it makes his chest feel like it was splintering.

“What did you dream about?” She asked.

“That’s kinda personal, Doc.” He hoped the lilt he forced into his voice would satisfy her, trying to imply it was some intimate dream about him and his girlfriend. In a way, it had been.

“This is therapy; it’s supposed to be personal.” She gave him a flat look. Darn. Bucky rubbed his palms on his jeans and looked out the window. He should have just lied.

“James, what did you dream about?” She asked again, her tone slightly softer. “Did you hurt her? In your dream?” She read his anxiousness wrong. Y/N wouldn’t have; even without her powers.

“I said I didn’t have a nightmare.” It would have been the worst nightmare he could possibly have. He couldn’t even bare to think of hurting her. Luckily, he has not had a dream of hurting her. Not after she had laid his ass flat multiple times with just a brush of her powers over his mind. Not after she shoved the soldier back into the basement of his mind when they first met in Berlin.

“So, it was a good one?”

“I didn’t say that.” No, but it had been. It was everything he had dreamed of. He and Y/N, married. A nice house with a white picket fence. The laughter of their kids in the backyard with their dog. And the two of them slow dancing in the kitchen, flour in her hair from baking. The sunlight was soft as it filtered through the lace curtains.

It was everything he had thought he’d have when he had come home from the War. But he never did.

And now that he was getting a taste of it… He didn’t feel like he deserved it.

A tone filled the room, some musical piece to indicate their session was over. It pulled him from reliving his dream. Saved by the bell.

“Well, we’ll pick up here next week, then.” She uncrossed her legs and grabbed her notebook, writing a few notes. He wasted no time to shoot off the couch and make his way to the door, barely mumbling a farewell to the Doc.

“But James,” she called as his metal hand wrapped around the door handle. He paused but didn’t look back at her. She sighed. “You do deserve whatever you dreamt about.” How she knew what kind of dream it had been was beyond him, but her words had his chest constricting.

“Bye, Doc.” He left the room.

Bucky returned to the Compound around lunchtime; he knew she would be in their shared apartment with food waiting. She always ordered the best comfort food on the days he had to see Dr. Raynor. Sushi.

Her singing reached his ears before he opened the door; the sweet sound sent his heart soaring. He smiled as he silently walked to the kitchen and leaned against the doorframe. She had yet to notice him, with her headphones in and her focus on the dough in front of her.

She was an absolute vision. Her hair was up in a messy bun, secured by a floral pattern scrunchie. She wore one of his white t-shirts that hugged her in all the right places, paired with floral pajama shorts. Simple white socks covered her usually frigid toes.

And she was singing like an angel. A song he hadn’t heard yet, though that was not a surprise. But man, did he sure love hearing her sing.

“My head is saying, ‘Fool, forget him.’ My heart is saying, ‘Don’t let go, hold on to the end,' that’s what I intend to do. I’m hopelessly devoted to you.” She swayed as she rolled up her dough, completely lost in her song.

He let her finish her song before coming up behind her, just as she was placing her unbaked cinnamon rolls in the pan to proof. She smiled as he wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“I was wondering when you’d come and give me a hug. You were standing over there staring at me like a creeper.” She chuckled, twisting in his hold after placing a tea towel over her pan. She removed her headphones and placed them and her phone on the counter.

“Sorry, I was enjoying the view too much.” He returned her smile before pressing a kiss to her lips. She grinned into the kiss, threading her floury hands into the short hair at the base of his neck. When they parted, their eyes locked, and he rested his forehead against hers. Their eyes glazed as he allowed her into his head.

It was something they both agreed on. After every session with Dr. Raynor, Bucky would report everything that had happened during the session, including the things he thought about but didn’t say out loud. They both knew it would be easier for him to open up about certain things with her over his shrink, so the issue was never pushed on him to be more open with the Doc.

“Hm… I have to say I agree with her parting statement,” Y/N remarked as she pulled away. “But first, let’s eat. I could feel how hungry you are.”

Bucky forced a smile and helped her set out the sushi she had kept in the fridge until he got home. She had ordered a lot more than she normally did. Probably because of his dream last night. He didn’t show her his dream. Rather, his emotions were so high during the dream that she somehow got sucked into his mind and was living it with him. They had a small talk about it that morning before his appointment.

They ate in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying the food and each other’s company. This is why he preferred his exercises with Y/N over his sessions with Dr. Raynor. Y/N never pushed him to talk. Never used a notebook as a weapon to get him to talk. She was patient and warm and kind. She understood that adjusting to this new life of his was hard; especially after everything he has done.

Forced to do. He reminded himself. It was one exercise Y/N had him practicing. Just rewording his thoughts. He didn’t have to believe it, not yet, but he just had to say it to himself. Eventually, he’d find himself believing it, she had said. She said it with such conviction that he couldn’t help but believe her. Because that’s how she got herself out of her dark place.

“What was that song you were singing?” He asked after they had eaten their fill and were cleaning up. She nearly dropped the dish in her hand as she whipped her head around to look at him. You would have thought he had slapped her with the look of pure shock and offense on her face.

“Excuse me? What song-? What?” She sputtered and shook her head in disbelief. He gave an incredulous laugh at her behavior.

“Is it really that much of a surprise that I don’t know it?”

“Yes!” She answered quickly. “It absolutely is, seeing as how we’ve known and been together for literal years, now. I can’t believe we’ve never watched Grease!”

She didn’t give him time to question anymore as she snatched the plate from his hands and carelessly tossed it into the sink and began pushing him to the bedroom.

“Dishes can wait! You get your old ass into some comfy clothes while I set up the classroom, because you’re gonna learn just how great of a movie Grease is, and you are going to like it.” Her tone left no room for arguments as she gave him one last push into the bedroom before disappearing into the living room.

He chuckled but did as he was told and slipped into some gray sweatpants that Y/N had once told him were obscene, and a cozy black hoodie. He took an extra moment to grab the large, fluffy blanket from their bed so they could cuddle under it.

When he entered the living room the movie was already pulled up on Prime Video and she was nowhere to be seen. The smell and sound of popcorn cooking gave away her position in the kitchen, along with her singing.

He grinned and tossed the blanket onto the couch before sneaking into the kitchen. She had just pulled the bag out of the microwave and was putting it in the large bowl, two sodas already on the counter. Defenses down. Shot clear. She set the bowl down and reached for the candy in the cabinet. Taking the shot.

Swooping low, Bucky knocked her legs out with his arm under her knees, the other wrapping around her back and lifting her into the air. A shriek of surprise turned into laughter, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his face to hers. She gave him a loud, sloppy kiss.

“Should we get this show on the road?” He asked when they parted. She nodded and grabbed the bowl and candy and sodas, holding them in her lap as it seemed he wasn’t putting her down until they got to the living room.

He deposited her on the couch and sat next to her, pulling her legs onto his lap, and tossing the large blanket over them. She pressed play and nuzzled into his side. Bucky wrapped his arms tighter around her, kissing her temple.

As they watched, Bucky would ask questions or make comments on the characters. Y/N was happy to see him so engaged and genuinely enjoying the movie. Over the years, she would watch movies with him, trying to catch him up on pop culture. His favorites so far had been the original trilogy of Star Wars.

“Danny is a bit of a tool,” Bucky said out of nowhere. They had been sitting in silence during the prom scene and had finally reached the drive-in scene. Y/N left out a barking laugh at the sudden declaration.

“You know, he definitely is!”

By the time the movie ended, it was mid-afternoon, and Y/N was yawning. It was her usual nap time. Her work for Tony Stark and the Avengers usually had her sleeping at random times, just as inconsistent as Bucky’s sleeping schedule, mostly because part of her job was to help Bucky.

“How’d you like the movie?” She asked, stretching out her legs before standing from the couch.

“Definitely in the top ten.” Bucky’s eyes raked up her stretching form, the shorts, the way his shirt hugged her curves, and her messy bun at the top of her head. It all had him feeling like the luckiest man in the universe.

“Only the top ten? Why? And in what place?” She stood in front of him with her hands on her hips and a slight pout on her lips. This was definitely in the top five for her.

“Don’t get me wrong, the movie was great, and I loved it. But I’d probably place it at number six.” Okay, sixth place wasn’t that bad, just one movie away from being top five.

“Okay, so the top three I know is the Star Wars trilogy, and fourth place is the first Hobbit… But what is fifth place? What’s better than Grease?” She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. Bucky laughed awkwardly and looked away, a blush on his cheeks.

“Nothing…” He had seen this movie a couple of times and he loved it. The characters, the music, and the plot, it was all great. But it seemed… a little embarrassing for him to like it. He was still very old-fashioned and the style of dancing and clothing in this movie had him a little flustered.

“Oh, come on! What movie?” Y/N stepped forward until she stood between his legs and then bent over him, caging his head with her arms resting on the couch behind him. He turned his face to the side, not wanting to look into those inviting eyes.

She could just look into his mind with her abilities, but that would be an invasion of privacy and when she gained these powers, she vowed to never look into someone else’s mind without consent. Because consent is sexy.

“You can’t laugh.” He mumbled, still not making eye contact with his girlfriend. She rolled her eyes but smiled anyway.

“I’d never laugh at you, dear.” A blatant lie, they both knew.

“Liar.” Bucky reached up to pinch her side. She squealed and her knees buckled, allowing him to pull her onto his lap. “Just this morning you laughed at me because I asked where that kid’s parents were.”

Y/N let out another laugh as she recalled Bucky’s reaction this morning to a TikTok she had been watching. Some pre-teen girl was cursing about something wrong in her life and Bucky happened to catch the colorful language as he passed by.

Y/N definitely agreed with him, but coming from the 106-year-old soldier, it just sounded like the most grandpa response he could have come up with.

“Oh, but it was the cutest thing!” She snuggled into him, pressing her face into his bearded cheek. He let out a hmph and tried to turn his face away again. But her hands came up to hold him in place and she littered kisses all over his face. “Please, Buck? I won’t laugh.”

Bucky knew if he looked at her, he’d see those big puppy eyes and he would immediately crack. But her hands running over his chest and neck were having the same effect anyway. He tossed his head back against the back of the couch with a groan. She grinned, knowing she got him.

“Fine.” He hesitated for a moment, chewing on the inside of his lip. “It’s… di…cing..”

She tilted her head in confusion, “Come again?”

“Dirty Dancing! Okay? I like Dirty Dancing.”

Y/N had to press her lips into a tight line to stop the laugh that was bubbling up due to his outburst. She wasn’t laughing at his choice of movie, but just the way he said it. His face was bright red, and he was glaring up at the ceiling.

“Awww, Buck! That’s so cute!” She squealed and smothered him in kisses. He groaned and stood up, dropping her to the couch as she laughed.

“You lair! You said you wouldn’t laugh!” He made to stomp away but she rolled off the couch to the floor and grabbed his ankle.

“I’m not laughing at your choice of movie, I promise! I love that movie, too, Buck!”

“Nope, too late. Release me, you leech.” He began shuffling his way to their bedroom. She wrapped her arms around his ankle and forced him to drag her.

“Never!” She cried in defiance and reached up with one hand to tickle the back of his knee. He buckled and hit the ground. She could feel his panic as he began to army crawl away. She cackled evilly as she grabbed the back of his hoodie and dragged herself forward to straddle his back.

“No! Please! Lemme go- HA!” She had begun her assault on his sides. His scream-laughing had her chest filling with light and joy. It wasn’t so long ago that he never even smiled. So, to hear him let loose in such a way made her feel like the luckiest woman in the universe. To be able to have him like this. To love him like this. She wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Her fingers slowed until they rested along his scapulas. He turned his head to stare at her from the corner of one blue eye. His brows were drawn suspiciously. However, the soft smile on her face had his face relaxing into an easy smile. She leaned down and pressed a warm kiss to his stubbled cheek.

“I love you, Bucky,” She whispered in his ear before standing up. He was quick to his feet and even quicker to pull her into his arms. His lips sealed over hers in a chaste kiss.

“I love you more, Dollface.” He said in between peppering kisses over her face. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning into his affections.

They both lived for days like this. It was a battle getting here, but it was well worth it. The calm that enveloped their cozy apartment, the warmth that filled everyone who entered. The quiet as they lay in bed, and the ruckus of them teasing each other. This was Bucky’s entire world. Right here. In her arms.

They had calmed down and were simply holding each other, both lost in thought of their love for the other. She gently stroked her fingers down the back of his head, letting her nails scrape against his scalp. She could feel the goosebumps rising under her other hand.

He was giving her the same treatment with his arms wrapped around her waist, his right hand tracing up and down her spine. He was so warm against her. She sighed contently against his skin, dropping a kiss to the space his shoulder met his neck. He hummed in happiness.

Oh yeah, he was going to make the dream he had last night come true. The second she fell asleep for her nap he was going to look up rings. And maybe a house. And at the shelter for a dog, or maybe a cat. Hell, he should look at baby cribs while he’s at it.

“What are you thinking about so hard, Bucky? I can smell smoke,” she teased. He grumbled and nipped her neck.

“Rude. And here I was thinking about how good you would look in a wedding dress.” He released her and tried to pull away. “But nevermind.”

“Wait! What?” She tightened her arms around him, preventing him from going anywhere, not like he truly planned to anyway. He was far too happy in her embrace to be out of it for long anyway. “You were thinking of me in a wedding dress? Is it because of your dream last night?”

Bucky stepped closer to her again, his hands on her hips stroking circles with his thumbs. “Well, yeah. Last night was the first time I dreamed of us being married… But it’s not the first time I thought about it.”

Hope and unadulterated joy filled her chest. Not a day went by since she confessed to him last year that she didn’t think of what it would be like to be called, Mrs. Barnes.

“Come here!” She pulled away from him and grabbed his hand, dragging him into their room. He had whiplash. One second he was saying he wanted to marry her and the next she was dragging him through their home.

In the bedroom, she went to the desk and pulled a notebook from the drawer. It was the one she kept with her during briefings and other meetings.

“Do you remember a few months ago when we were in a meeting and you asked what I was doodling?” She held the book to her chest nervously. Her feet were pressed together, fidgeting. He nodded slowly. He wasn’t entirely sure where she was going with this.

“Okay, well, I wasn’t really doodling… I was writing this.” She opened the notebook to a page in the middle and handed it over to him. He took it with shaking hands as hope and anticipation flooded his senses.

Mrs. Barnes <3

It was written over and over again on the page. Some with her first name. Some with her first and middle. She even looked to be practicing different signatures with Barnes as her last name.

“I’m sorry… it’s kinda weird, I’m just now realizing… We can forget it-”

He silenced her with a soul-searing kiss. He was never forgetting this. She wanted to marry him just as much as he wanted to marry her. Her hands dropped the notebook to instead grip his hoodie and pull him in closer.

When they pulled away their faces had matching love-drunk grins.

“I don’t have a ring and I don’t want to let you go to kneel, but will you, Y/N L/N, do me the very high honor of marrying me?” Bucky’s blue eyes peered into her own, bright and hopeful. She giggled and pulled him into a tight hug, her arms now around his neck and her lips against his ear.

“Of course, I will.”

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes x reader #avenger x reader #the avengers #mcu #marriage #fluff #domestic fluff #happy ending for bucky #my writing #grace writes shit #reader insert

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loudgaybug · 4 months

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I wanted to analyse the different ways that their "deaths" affected both Pomme and Em (I say "deaths" because Pomme's was a nightmare, but still shaped her character). Both deaths were inescapable ; caused by undefeatable enemies, however while Em's was short and sudden, restrictive, being held by a leash, Pomme's was long and drawn out, breaking many totems, giving her time to think about how powerless she was as Phil tried to save her. They are narrative foils to each other in my eyes ; Pomme herself said she saw her younger self in Em. They were both young, new eggs - Em being not the absolute youngest, but still viewed and young and fragile the way Pomme was the youngest. They both started out as very caring eggs, with a love of flowers to show their affection. They are also very smart and calculative, Pomme choosing knowledge as her element and Em always paying attention to her surrounding. Em also initially had Pomme's protector mindset, which Pomme learned through experience. They almost had opposite character arcs in my opinion, largely due to the different circumstances and parenting styles they had.

After Pomme's nightmare, she hated how she couldn't fight back. Her parents reactions, particularly Etoiles, were to teach her how to fight and protect herself. They encouraged her to be strong and learn how to take a fight. Pomme's view of the world was also strongly formed by the fact her siblings had all lost lives before her, they were all in danger, they all needed to be protected. She was the only oen with two lives. Her life was less valuable, she must use it to protect others. Em, in contrast, after the egg hospital, is now the only egg with one life, rather than being the target like Pomme with two lives. Now Em is the most fragile, something I'm sure that's hard for her, as she got used to wanting to be a protector.

Em's natural reaction to conflict was to fight, however we first see that change of the day of the egg's bed trapping. She tries to keep up a strong front, but this time, she freezes, she walks around aimlessly, her hands won't work, she can't help, she can't decorate with Sunny and Tubbo. I think when Em gets somewhat stressed she fights, but when really traumatised she can't handle it and her response is to shut down.

In contrast to Pomme constantly being taught by her parents that the important thing is to be strong, and to protect others, reinforced especially by self-sacrificing characters like Bad, Em is consistently taught by her mother she should stay back, run away in conflict, and in fact they get in disagreement about this, because Em wants to help. This is compounded by Tubbo, who consistently teaches Sunny to run, and, when acting as a caretaker for Em, also encourages this mindset. Then when Em talks to her mother about it further, she reinforces Tubbo's teaching, that it's safer both for her and her siblings is Em runs away. But I think its Em's death that really solidifies this, in the same way that Pomme's nightmare solidifies that she wants to get stronger and protect her siblings and provides basis for later teaching. Children are malleable, and they listen to what they are taught and what experiences they have really shape them.

Em's death comes from being at the centre of the action, and, crucially, being restrained, not being able to run or warp away. This forms a strong correlation in Em's mind between being able to get away and being safe. This is then compounded the next day when Bad teaches her how to use the grappling hook to escape easier, and she often uses it now, I think it makes her feel safer. In the same way, Pomme would often unhide her armour, because she wanted to show her strength, and it reminded her that she was stronger now, that she has the power to protect her siblings that she's so scared of losing, and that she has to be the target, she's the safe one, the one with two lives. She also uses armour now to show care, making protective kits for Sunny Em and Pepito. In addition, Em's reminder of her death is flowers, flowers that symbolise change and transformations, symbolic of how her mindset has changed and now she realises she can't be a hero and just wants to be safe with her family. A reminder of Pomme's death and her mission is her scythe Vengeance, which she named so that she could seek revenge for her siblings. A scythe and flowers, two very similiar eggs, who learned very different lessons.

Em started out trying to be protector, wanting to be a hero, ending up realising she had to be a lover. Pomme started out as a lover and found she had to be a fighter aswell.

#qsmp #qsmp analysis #is this anything?#anyway i love these eggs #qsmp pomme #qsmp empanada #q!pomme #q!empanada #empanada the egg #pomme the egg #maybe i will also tackle why chay's protector mindset was formed and sunny's reaction to conflict relating to the time machine #but rn i just had this analysis in my brain rotting

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max1461 · 3 months

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Interesting, whether a field is obsoletable is not the same as whether it's reducible. Chemistry is reducible to physics, and with enough computation power, is in theory obsoletable by it. But biology isn't, because you even though biological processes are reducible to physical ones, you can't know which ones organisms the actually use without checking. You can't know which animals exist without checking. But you can in principle figure out which chemical compounds can be made and what their properties will be using a pure physical calculation. Psychology is obsoletable by neuroscience but none of the humanities are. Astronomy is not obsoletable by physics. In general having a strong "stamp-collecting" component makes you less obsoletable.

#navel gazing

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kingkunigami · 1 year

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Ain’t no way this man ain’t a total sleaze, okay?

Happy Burthday, Anon!💕

Pairing: Ego Jinpachi x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, not proofread, dubcon, kinda exhibitionism, piss.

Working as Ego’s assistant you’d started to notice certain characteristics that shaped the man’s life. Since creating the bluelock program it was clear how his egotistical nature fuelled his decisions, he was cruel and selfish in only following paths that would benefit his own goals. It was almost obsessive how he desired to maintain order over all aspects of his life, including you. He liked to keep control, and ensured you remembered.

The massive screens in front of him showed every angle of the bluelock compound, no matter which screen you looked at you managed to see at least one of the men from the program, cheeks flushed when your eyes came to land on Kunigami on one of the large screens. Even through the security cameras you could notice the way his skin glistened with sweat as he raised a bar with weights above his head.

It was perverse really, the way Ego had access to every single part of their lives and could hone in on any one of them whenever he pleased. It was a morose control that stroked more than just his ego, fuelling the superiority complex inside him as he watched them as though they were rats in a cage.

It was the same power that he seemed to wield over you. Allowing him to do with you as he so pleased, nothing more than another one of his playthings and you weren’t sure what was worse? Him using you, or you enjoying it.

“See anything you like, sweetheart?” His lips grazed your ear as he stepped behind you, his lanky frame towered over you as he held you against him.

“No,” You hummed nonchalantly, trying to calm your racing heart as you moved your gaze from Kunigami only to find your eyes focused on Shidou who was currently booting ball after ball into a goal.

“You sure about that?” He smirked against your neck, one of his hands sliding down your body to lay flat against your abdomen as he pressed down. The movement pushing your back into his chest as you felt the pressure increase, squeezing your thighs together to try and ignore the dull throb in your bladder.

“I wonder what they would think if they could see you now,” He forced one of his slender legs between yours, preventing you from keeping your thighs clenched tight. The motion had you whining in response, rolling your hips as he pressed the muscular quad against your heat. The motion had your pencil skirt bunching around your thighs, as you felt completely exposed, “I bet they’d love to see you as a prize.”

Your heartbeat increased at the thought of those men seeing you like this, in such a depraved state as Ego continued to press his palm against your abodomen, increasing the pressure in your bladder as you tried desperately to fight the urge to let go.

“Oh? You want them to see you like this, hm?” He smirked, “I bet it would increase their performance if this were a reward. A sure fire way to make bluelock a success.”

“Please, no.” You felt the heat rise to your cheeks in embarrassment as you thought about any of those men, those strangers, seeing you like this.

Of course you recognised each man by name, but you had no idea who they really were outside of the bluelock experiment, and they certainly didn’t know anything about you. If they did, they’d know that you were secretly enjoying the way your boss was pressing you down on his thick thigh.

“Don’t act coy,” Ego scoffed, “I can practically feel you already, you’re enjoying this already and I haven’t even touched you.”

His free hand moved between your thighs to cup your clothed sex, feeling your panties soaked with your slick as he pressed another sultry kiss to your neck.

“Still want to lie to me, sweetheart?” He groaned as he pulled the flimsy fabric to the side, letting his long fingers delve between your folds to feel just how wet you were. Dragging the mess through you as he began to press slow, calculated circles against your clit. The motion had you bucking your hips pathetically as you tried to ignore the ache intensifying in your bladder.

You gasped as you felt the first few droplets leak from your bladder and soak his fingers, the warmth different to the slick oozing from your cunt as he groaned in satisfaction. Increasing his momentum to try and coax more from your desperate core.

“Come on, you desperate girl.” He groaned, “I know you want to, just let it happen.”

“I can’t hold it, I’m gonna— oh, fuck.” Your body began to tremble against him as your knees became weak. Grateful that he was able to hold your body against him to stop you from falling face first as you felt the tension begin to leave your body, “Ego—”

The relief flooding through you in harsh waves as you let go, a warm stream of piss began to spill from between your thighs as you soaked Ego’s leg and the floor beneath you. Your panties ruined as you continued to roll your hips against his fingers, meeting his movements as you gave your clit some needed stimulation. Working yourself towards your climax as you felt yourself teetering over the edge when he stopped—

A desperate whine left your lips as you tried to press yourself down on his soaked thigh, your piss now cooling against the fabric as it stuck to your skin uncomfortably. Trying to find your release as he moved both hands to your hips to hold you steady, a dark depraved smirk on his lips.

“Not yet, sweetheart. I’ll let you in on a little secret,” Ego’s lips were pressed against the shell of your ear, “See that camera right there?”

He motioned towards a blinking red light that you hadn’t noticed before, the sight had your stomach dropping as you realised that he’d recorded the entire spectacle. Your embarrassment now committed to film for the foreseeable future.

“I’m going to be making an announcement momentarily,” He cooed, “Whoever scores the winning goal tonight will be receiving a special reward, I wonder if you can guess what that might be.”

#tw:piss #trigger:piss #ego smut #ego x reader #jinpachi ego x reader #jinpachi ego smut #bllk x reader #bllk smut

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thewriterg · 1 year

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♡︎𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲’𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞!♡︎

pairing(s): Peter Parker x fem!reader, dad!peter x mom!reader

summary: You were on a mission and Peter’s heart broke when he had to tell your kids that you probably wouldn’t be making it home for Christmas as planned but a little bit of sweat, blood, tears, and hurting Nick Furry’s dignity you have a surprise in store

word count; 1.0k

warning(s): little baby tears, fluff, reader and Peter are married, small mention of blood and bruises, healthy parental love, celebration, and language

A/n:—GIFs; @dailymarvelgifs & @tomhollandnet— Finally freaking Friday.

Peter sighed patting your two month old daughters back as he looked at the sight of your shared home it was only two days ago that he told your eleven and three year old that you, their mom wouldn't be home for christmas this year

You were on a important mission so important that Nick Furry himself showed up at your doorstep practically begging both Peter and You to join in on a serious mission in Sokovia At first you denied it without a second thought it was cutting it too close to the holidays that you always would choose to spend with your family and your house was accustomed to your… secretive lives and since the rest of the team would be on the mission as well you didn't trust anyone else with your children nor the technology of your home

It was only then when Furry offered to put you on leave with paid time off until March that you reluctantly agreed but you were a stubborn woman and you knew you had power in general with enhanced abilities and mentally so the deal that stood for you would stand for Peter as well and Furry knew that even though you were a pain in his ass he had you

Along with being a pain in Nick’s ass you laughed straight in face when he asked if you would both be packed by the crack of dawn the next day stating Peter would be staying home with your children while you went out into the field you’d both already talked about this if something like this were to happen you would go out and Peter would stay home with you kids

You were four days late and the only reason Peter wasn't on the edge of his seat tearing his hair out of his scalp was because less than eight hours ago he had shield agents on his doorstep alerting him that you and everyone on team were alive and had ran into more technical issues than calculated and should be home by december 28th

By that time you would've missed Christmas and your eleven year old son's birthday and it took everything, every stream of radioactive venom, every cell of skin on his body, every microfiber of his cotton t-shirt not to break down

He had to look at the better view of things like you would. You were still alive and you would be home before New years. What else could he ask for? For you to be here, to hear the giggles of your children when you would enter through the threshold of your home, for him to bask in your battered and bruised embrace, to celebrate the Holidays as a family.

That's all Peter wanted for christmas.

💌💌💌💌

You sighed heavily as you began to slip out of your skin tight suit before stopping abruptly zipping the silver zipper back up into its place your skull mask still on your face along with the black makeup you used to hide the peaking skin against your eyes

You and the team had made it back gratefully after you stabbed Nick Fury's dignity beyond repair you got into contact with a shield base close to russia and after two days you had a quinjet it wasn't up to date which Tony made very clear as he complained endlessly but all you needed was something that flew to get you back home.

You exited the compound with your goodbyes as you hit the parking garage taking one of Stark's cars that you were sure he wouldn't miss Merry fucking Christmas to you.

You ducked getting into the the vehicle making sure not to hit your head on the roof your ribs aching and formed with purple bruises you still had dried blood stained on your temples but you paid that little to no mind as you thought about your family that you couldn’t wait any longer to see

As you drove back home you were sure you’d broken three traffic laws and gave a stray cat a heart attack but you had finally reached the driveway of your home you didn’t even bother to put the car into the garage or grab your duffel bag from the backseat you just stepped out of the vehicle and ran up the rest of distance it would take to get to your doorstep

Even with the pain in your ribs and the fact your could hear your head pounding in your ears you felt like you could finally breathe now that you were home

You typed in the code to your padlock before entering through the threshold closing the door behind you softly three pairs of eyes met with your and there wasn’t another second going past as your children screamed running towards your embrace as you masked your groan with a playful over exaggerated grunt

“Mommy’s home! Mommy’s home!” Your three year old squealed with joy as you picked the toddler up from under the arms spinning in a small circle preparing butterfly kisses all over their face and neck before before you slid them over to your hip

“M-mom, I thought you were going to miss my b-birthday” You eleven year old sniffled digging their head into your stomach that was covered by the leather of your suit as you twitter the curls on the back of their neck

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world honey bee” You smiled and the look on your child’s face could make your heartbreak but you still smiled bone the less you say your toddler down as they went running off in your home rambling about their mommy being home and your eleven year Follower soon after

“Hello love” you let out an airy sigh as you and the father of your children met in a warm embrace before smashing your lips together ignoring the slight pain of your teeth clapping together

“Please don’t scare me l-like that again” You were now resting your foreheads against one another as you stared into the big brown puppy eyes that made you fall in love

“No more, I promise.”

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mindblowingscience · 5 months

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Using meteorites from Mars, an AI-powered robot chemist synthesized compounds that could be used to generate oxygen from water, scientists announced on Monday (Nov. 13). Potential future crewed missions to Mars will need oxygen — not just for astronauts to breathe, but also for use as rocket propellant. One key way to make such missions cost-effective in the long run is to use resources that already exist on the Red Planet to create the oxygen. That'd be much easier than lugging a bunch of oxygen, and oxygen-producing materials, all the way from Earth. The idea is promising because Mars does possess significant reserves of frozen water ice — because water is made of hydrogen and oxygen, scientists have been looking for ways to harvest the latter element from those Martian reserves. In particular, compounds known as catalysts are capable of spurring chemical reactions that "split" water molecules to generate oxygen and hydrogen gas. In a new study, researchers experimented with an AI chemist to produce some of those water-splitting catalysts — most importantly, these tests were conducted with materials found on Mars. The team focused on five different categories of Martian meteorites, which are rocks that crashed down on Earth after cosmic impacts blasted them off the Red Planet.

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whumped-by-glitter · 1 month

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WOW's Birthday Event Day 3: Crying / Parting Words Regret / “Why…"

⚠️ No CWs today I don't think. Also, I ran out of generic names..... sooo, Claudio 🤣

Day 2 Here < > Day 4 here

Youngest team member took the video harder than Leader expected. He had been prepared for Caretaker’s reaction, but not Youngest’s. Holding the sobbing youngest in their arms right now made Leader realize just how young they were, how innocent.

It was an easy fact to forget sometimes, despite their childish antics. Youngest would fight fiercely right along side the rest of them. Their superhuman speed was an asset to their team, as was their optimism and quick wit. However, seeing them now reminded him they were still just a child underneath everything.

Youngest finally pulled away from Leader after some time of crying. Their eyes were glassy from tears, but brighter.

“I’m going to rescue Whumpee,” the 19-year-old announced resolutely.

“You absolutely will not!” Leader exclaimed. “I miss them too, but we cannot risk going in ill prepared. This man is a cartel arms dealer.” Youngest was naive and reckless for even suggesting it.

“So, what? You’ll just abandon Whumpee? Let them die?” Youngest argued, incredulous at Leader’s hesitation.

“That is not what I’m saying and you know it!” Leader growled, anger stirring at the boy’s accusation. The guilt was eating him alive as is.

“Then why?! Why won’t you let me go?! I’m fast, I can be in and out!” Youngest was confident they could do it.

“you were there that day, Youngest! Breaking into that place was a failure for all of us combined! Don’t be an idiot!” Leader yelled, “I forbid you from going and that’s final!” Leader was starting to lose their temper. Youngest was reckless, naive and he could now add overconfident to the list too.

Youngest shook their head “I refuse to follow your orders this time Leader. I can’t, I won’t.”

“If you leave and something happens to you, I will not waste the manpower to come after you!” Leader practically screamed, finally snapping. He instantly regretted the words as they left his mouth. The pressure of the failed mission, now Whumpee, was too much.

“It’s your fault Whumpee is gone in the first place!” Youngest bit back before storming out. Leaving Leader sitting alone in silence and guilt.

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Youngest stormed to their room and started packing their mission bag. They would rescue whumpee with or without Leaders blessing, thy resolved in their head.

Once packed Youngest snuck out of the window and into the inky night. From there they started sprinting, if Youngest calculated it correctly they would be at Whumpee’s last known location by morning.

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Leader sat alone, stunned, Youngest’s words felt like a sharp slap in the face. It was his fault, he was supposed to look after Whumpee. In hindsight whumpee shouldn’t have even been on that mission, their powers had not come in fully yet. Leader had been too obsessed with throwing everything into taking out the weapons dealer, Claudio, he ignored the fact that Whumpee should have been benched to easier missions to awaken their abilities.

Quiet tears fell down Leader’s face. He thought about the letter and the flash drive. Now that he was past the shock he could fully process the events of that morning.

Something did not add up. That, what they had just seen, was not Claudio’s style. The man was ruthless, sadistic, and cruel, but that, that back there, that was deranged. As he turned it over in his head more Leader came to the slow horrible realization, Claudio did not have Whumpee, someone else did…..

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Youngest made it to the edge of Claudio’s compound by morning, as they had predicted. They proceeded to sneak around the fence, trying to stay out view of cameras, trying to find a way in. Finally the found a gap under the tarpped, barbed wire topped chain-link fence that looked big enough to squeeze their wiry frame through.

Youngest scanned the area one more time to check for cameras. When they were certain it was clear they put on all the gear they thought they would need. They elected to leave their bulky mission bag hidden for later retrieval. With another glance around they began to push their way under the fence.

The 19-year-old just pushed their arms through when they felt cold metal snap around their left wrist. They tried to immediately pull back, but was too late. Whoever was on the other side grabbed them and pulled them the rest of the way through. In the process a of Youngest being dragged under the fence a hood was put on over their head as soon as it was on the other side.

Once through Youngest’s arms were wrenched behind their back and the other cuff snapped onto their right wrist. They could also feel shackles being placed on their ankles, preventing them from running.

In the moment Youngest should have felt panic and terror, but strangely, all they could feel is immense regret. They replayed their final words to Leader, they were awful. Now exactly what Leader warned them would happen, happened.

‘Why had I been so stupid? Why hadn’t I listened?’ the thought played in Youngest’s head like a broken record. Then it hit them like a punch to the gut, ‘will the team even come rescue me?’ Leader’s words rang through their head, louder than a gunshot.

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Leader decided to check on Youngest that morning. He felt bad about the things he had said, and wanted to make sure the boy was okay. He knew that Youngest likely didn’t mean the things they said either. They were all just highly emotional and stressed over Whumpee.

He knocked on Youngest’s door, there was no answer. Leader knocked again, louder, there was still no answer. Panic grew in Leaders chest and he began to pound.

“Youngest!” he boomed out, the name tearing out of his chest. “Youngest!” When there was still no answer, his gut twisted.

Leader busted the door. As he was terrified that he would discover, Youngest was gone. Leader Collapsed to the floor, his trademark stoicism, completely gone.

“Not you too! No! Why?” He cried out loud.

Leader sobbed, washed with regret and guilt.

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