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Will:
The two straight guys you see above are Caleb and Tristan, we are sort of friends. Although we barely have anything in common nor do we really socialize in public.
But one thing we do share in common is our group gaming night on Sundays. We play video games every Sunday for hours. And we even have teams, ‘the straights vs. the gays’. My best friend Jake and I are the gay team while the other two ‘best bros’ are the opposing straights.
We get really competitive and we will even make bets at the beginning of the night. But last night was the craziest bet so far.
The night was pretty much the same as usual, a lot of trash talking but at one point Caleb made a comment that Jake and I both thought was outlandish.
“Yo y’all gay guys have it easy,” he said to us.
I piped up and said, “how so?”
Caleb went on this tangent about how straight guys have it so tough these days and how much easier it is to be gay.
Jake and I laughed at him.
“Dude you couldn’t be gay for one day,” said Jake.
“What’s so hard for you Jake? I could easily be you for a day but you couldn’t handle being me,” says Tristan.
“Oh is that right?” says Jake.
“Yeah you wanna bet on it?” I added.
“Sure,” says Tristan.
I thought for a moment, are these guys down to do what I think?
“All four of us swap bodies. No BS, we all have to do the other ones routines, no one outside of us four can know and we have to be convincing in public that we are all each other. First one to ask to swap back loses.”
“Caleb you down bro?” asks Tristan.
“Yeah bro, this will be easy,” Caleb says with a grin.
“How much are we betting on?”
“Hmmmm…. How about $1,000 a piece.”
Jake’s eyes get wide as he hears me say the amount.
Both Tristan and Caleb grin and say, “deal.”
After hopping off, I immediately started writing down my daily stuff and everything Caleb would have to do. I made sure it was as ‘gay’ as possible. I even gave him going to a gay bar Friday which I’m sure will blow his mind lol.
So as I laid down last night, it started to hit me. I’m actually going to swap bodies with Caleb— and low key Caleb’s hot.
My mind raced thinking about what it will be like having his body. And I started to get hard from the thought.
I looked down at my slim frame and imagined what it’s going to be like with all of those muscles.
I thought about jerking off but Hell I’ll let that be Caleb’s problem in the morning.
The Next Morning:
I woke up notably in a different room, a very straight man’s room. Caleb has dirty laundry backed up into a pile in the corner, his hats stacked up on the wall, and a bunch of obscure pictures which I’m sure his ex decorated for him.
I lifted up the comforter and even Caleb knowing I was going to be in his body this morning he still slept commando.
I looked down at the bulge inside of his boxers and then down at his hairy legs and feet. His sheets have this musk that immediately filled my noise. I’m sure he doesn’t wash them enough.
Caleb’s bulge started to get hard and my first reaction was to touch it.
But instead I grabbed Caleb’s phone and called Tristan’s number. It rings for a few until I hear Tristan’s groggy voice come across.
“Will is that you?” says Tristan’s voice with Jake in control of it.
“Yeah it’s me,” I say back.
“Holy sh*t! I can’t believe that agreed to do this,” says Jake.
“I know! Have you uhhh… explored any?” I asked him.
“Fuck yeah! Tristan has some sexy feet!”
“I bet! So does Caleb,” I say wiggling his toes.
One thing about Jake and I is that we are pretty open with each other. We originally met on a gay hook up app and have only hooked up once. That night we were both so hammered that we ended up sharing all of our kinks together. Turns out both of us are into all of the same things. Feet, jocks, pits, etc. We even send dirty vids we’ve jerked off to back and forth. It’s a strange friendship but at least I know I can trust him.
“Will, you have to send me some pics! I’m hard as a rock right now!”
“Hold up, I got you bro,” I say to him.
“The way you say bro with his voice is so hot,” says Jake.
I laugh at him and pull out one of Caleb’s feet for the pic.
“Heading your way!”
“Oh my god his soles! I wanna suck on his toes so bad,” he says.
“I’d let you bro, you can suck on my toes anytime,” I say to him.
“Oh my god, keep talking like that!”
“Only if you send a pic back,” I say to him.
“One sec man I’m about to nut,” he says breathing heavy.
“Jake you’re jerking it right now?”
“Yeah man, I started before we got on the phone. Oh fuuuuuuckkk, this cock feels so… Will! Will! I’m cumming!! I’m cumming a lot!”
I’m so hard, I can’t help but join in. I pull off Caleb’s boxers and his 10” rock hard cock comes out.
“Wow it’s beautiful,” I say out loud over the phone.
“What is?” says Jake out of breath.
“Caleb’s dick, it’s like perfect.”
“Oh Tristan’s has a curve to it but it’s huge! I literally have a foot long between my legs. He needs to trim his pubes though, I’ll probably fix that here shortly,” says Jake.
I can’t speak, my focus is on the nicest dick I’ve ever seen. I run Caleb’s fingers along his sack all the way up his cock head. I feel chills…
I aggressively grab and start pumping it. I start moaning loudly.
I can hear Jake in the background saying, “dude, switch to FaceTime!!”
I’m too into the moment to put on a show. I lift up Caleb’s foot and sniff it while vigorously jerking off.
I run his tongue up and down his sole and scream out, “I’m Caleb Thomas now bitch!”
I’m so close, i wanted to go on forever. But that’s when Caleb dick literally sprays cum everywhere uncontrollably.
“Shit!”
“What?” says Jake.
“I got his cum in my eye,” I say back.
“Hahaha I’ll be over shortly!,” says Jake.
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Don't Call Me Kitty
Bucky Barnes x Black Cat! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: Reader is plus size and it's talked about being somewhat of a negative thing (its not) , language, I think that's it
AN: This is part one of the BlackCat!Reader x Bucky work that I've been working on for a while. It was a request although I can't seem to find the original request anymore. This is part one of six, all fully written but I decided to split it up because this is by far the longest thing I've ever written and I wanted to publish it in chunks. Let me know if you like it, or if the rest of this should just stay hidden in my drafts for all of eternity.
If you had to spend one more fucking minute in the same car as James Buchanan Barnes, one of you would be dying. And you are pretty fucking confident that it won't be you.
He won't get off your back. Every chance he has it seems like he launches himself at the opportunity to remind everyone that you weren’t always the goody two shoes he thinks you are pretending to be. But God forbid you call him out on the obvious hypocrisy he's spewing because then you’d have to face Rogers and the inevitable tirade he’d go off on about how his best friend was never a bad man, just deeply broken and how the actions he’d taken while under Hydra’s control were not his own.
You don’t take issue with Barnes bringing up your past, it's not a secret. Everyone on the team had at one point been the focus of your ire on one of your bad days and that more often than not led to some sort of discussion where you would disclose more and more about the things you were trying to forget. Your issue with Barnes was that he was trying to insinuate you were one of the good guys. And you’d rather die than admit you were an Avenger.
You are not, nor will you ever be a good guy. You aren’t necessarily a bad guy, but you are not a goody two shoes. Barnes knows that, he also knows that it pisses you off to no end when he tries to tell everyone that you're acting like one.
“Shoulda seen the way she was sucking up to Fury Stevie, she’s trying to be teacher’s pet I’m tellin’ ya.” You were not sucking up to Fury you were stealing his wallet and trying to distract him so he wouldn’t notice the fifty bucks you lifted, but Barnes didn’t need to know that.
The worst thing about this hate that you have for James Barnes was the fact that you know deep down you don’t hate him at all. Sure, he pushes your buttons and knows just what to say to get you to want to knock his pretty little teeth out. But he's also a genuinely good guy and most of the time isn't all that bad to be around. But god it's so much easier to hate him than it is to sift through all those feelings.
There was also the fact that the two of you work well together. You can be bickering one second and covering each other’s sixes flawlessly the next. You have a theory on that though, you think that because both of you had been forced to work with people you didn’t trust very much at one point or another you got used to getting the job done no matter what other feelings were floating around in the background. That's what you try to convince yourself is the case. The idea that you and Barnes simply make a good team is nauseating.
Barnes isn’t only good to have in the field though, he has proved his worth off the battlefield when he knocked around some poor recruit who had been running his mouth about you in the training gym. The kid couldn’t have been more than twenty and honesty you weren’t going to hold his ignorance against him. If he underestimated you because of your size, then that was on him and in a way, was only gonna help you in the long run.
That was something that you had noticed early on, that most people couldn’t fathom that someone who wasn't a size four could be as good at your job as you are. “Most People” also included people on your team, it had taken you saving Tony’s life in the field more than once for him to admit that he was wrong about you. You are still trying to convince Thor that just because you look soft does not mean you can’t still kick his ass.
You have made people’s lack of faith in you into a good thing. Rich guys aren’t worried about their wallets or watches when a meek little thing bumps into them on the subway and who would suspect the overweight chick to be the one who scales the sides of buildings to get her hands on some unreleased tech from Hammer’s R&D department? Bucky Barnes.
Bucky has never regarded you with the same kind of hesitance as the others. He has never once made it seem like he thought you couldn’t get the job done because you were bigger. And you had to admit, it's refreshing. Not that you need his approval but it's still nice to not be looked at with some kind of doubt, or incredulity. That doesn’t mean that he doesn’t piss you off though.
“I swear to God Barnes, if you change the radio station one more time I’m gonna cover your whole arm in fucking extra strength magnets while you're asleep.” An interesting threat sure, but one you will one hundred percent follow through on.
“The station keeps changing to static, kitty, you want to listen to static for the next three hours?” He asks. He's right, you are both on your way to some ball in Alabama and according to Tony, all the Quinjets are in use for this weekend (bullshit), which leaves you and Bucky to get there the old fashion way, a road trip.
You're already eight hours in and are currently driving through the small towns and mountains that cover a good section of the south. Which means that the radio is cutting in and out. And yeah he's right, you don’t want to listen to static but you also don’t want to give him the satisfaction.
“I’d prefer the goddamn static over the song changing every five fucking seconds.”
“Well, it’s either that or silence, kitty.”
“First of all Barnes, I’ve told you not to call me kitty. It’s demeaning. Secondly, maybe some silence will do you good, you might be able to hear yourself think for once. If you’re capable of thinking.” You shoot back at him.
“Oh, kitty I have plenty of thoughts I’m pretty sure I think enough for the two of us.” He looks at you without turning his head away from the road, giving you a sidelong glance.
“Oh yeah, about what? How to get more beefy? Whatever the next idiotic insult you’ll hurl at our resident birdbrain will be? Whether or not you'll get wrinkles from the perpetual furrow in your brow?”
“I don’t think you want to know what goes on in my head, Mittens.” He pulls his bottom lip up in between his teeth to stop the smirk that is spreading across his face.
“You did not just call me fucking Mittens” Your jaw is practically on the floor. The audacity of this man.
“You said I couldn’t call you kitty. What are my other options?”
“Maybe my name? Asshole.” You also have to fight back a smile. Teasing Barnes is nice, it was the closest thing you have to a genuine relationship. Too bad you can’t stand him.
“You memorized your cover?” He asks you. You almost scoffed at him, you're not a goddamn amateur.
“Of, course. I’m Debrah Longborne, Georgian peach and heiress to my Daddy’s large fruit processing fortune.” This mission is a simple one. You're here to take down a corrupt governor and what better place to do than at the gala he and his wife organize every year? You had Tony donate to his wife’s foundation under your cover name. Large enough to draw attention but not too much attention that you can’t get your job done. “And you…?”
“Brantley Moore, Law professor at Vanderbilt, and your arm candy for the night.” You like going undercover, and this assignment is a short one, just one weekend. It's almost like being another person, just with all your skills and an ulterior motive.
“Who the hell picked the name Brantley?” You ask.
“I know right, I sound like some preppy douchebag”
“Not too far off then.”
“Fuck off.” He laughs. You like his laugh. His eyes crinkle in the corners when he does it, a brief glimpse into the years he has lived through, not all sunshine and rainbows, but enough joy to have laugh lines.
“So Debrah and Brantley met where?”
“Vanderbilt has society mixers every winter, where the professors and some select students get the chance to network with some donors and other important people. It’s a believable story plus there’s over a thousand attendees at these things which makes it easy to slip our names onto the list.”
“And whose idea was that?” you lift an eyebrow.
“Mine.”
“How do you know about the Vanderbilt mixers?”
“I had a life before I met you, didn’t you know that.”
“I knew you had a life I guess I just didn’t assume it involved rubbing elbows with southern socialites at prestigious university parties.”
“I wasn’t rubbing elbows, it was for a deal made by Peirce with the university president, I was there as a bodyguard for Pierce and to cover our tracks when things inevitably got bloody.” Any hint of teasing falls from Bucky’s voice. He says shit like that sometimes. Shit that you think he says to scare you or to remind you how dangerous he was. All it does is make you sad. Nobody deserves to go through what he had, and you hate that those evil bastards had taken a great man and mangled him.
The conversation peters out after his revelation. The two of you ride in silence for the next two hours. Thirty minutes in, you get closer to the city and the radio sputters back to life. Bucky reaches to turn it off.
When you finally reach the hotel both of you are a bit on edge. You’ve been driving all day, switching back and forth every few hours but Bucky’s silence for the last little stretch seems to have affected both of you more than you’d thought.
Still, you have a job to do and you’ll be damned if you let the metal-armed nuisance ruin your reputation for perfect follow-throughs. You grab your small weekender bag out of the backseat and make your way to the front desk. You school your features and dust off the southern belle persona that has been stashed away in your metaphorical conman toolbelt.
You can feel Bucky trailing behind you, and an idea pops into your head. Swiftly turning on your heel you pass your bag into his unoccupied hand. Not giving him a chance to say no you rotate back around and march forward at a pace fitting to a very busy society woman.
Bucky sputters behind you and you toss over your shoulder, “If I’m playing an heiress this weekend, I'm not lifting a goddamn finger if I don’t have to.”
Marching the rest of the way to the desk you flash the young woman behind the counter a polite smile, “Room for Longborne”. She immediately matches your smile and begins typing away on her keyboard pulling up the reservation that was made for your cover.
“Of Course Ms. Longborne, I have you down for the Iris sweet for three nights is that correct?”
“Sounds correct to me, although if you could hold the room for one more day that would be just peachy of you, we don’t know how long our business here is going to take and it’s better to be safe than sorry. You understand of course.” You put every ounce of Southern charm into your words and pray to God that this interaction can be over sooner rather than later.
“Of course Ms., Here are your keys. Your room is on our twelfth floor and the number is embossed on the front of the card.” She hands you a package of three cards across the desk. “If you need anything at all don’t hesitate to call.”
You nod, taking the key cards from her hand, and motion for Bucky to follow you to the elevator.
The ride up to the twelfth floor is silent, much like the last stretch of the car ride. What you aren’t expecting is Bucky’s exclamation when he walks into the room before you.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” The first words Barnes has uttered in nearly two hours. “There's only one fucking bed.”
Part 2
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ERIDAN: for all that trainin you did
ERIDAN: i wwouldnt be the incredible holy wwizard i am noww wwithout your help […]
KANAYA: I Hope You Use Your Magnificent Powers Of Light And Hope For Goodness And Purity And Lets Not Forget Science
At this point. Kanaya is Human Sarcasming better than most actual humans.
ERIDAN: dont wworry im all ovver that shit you dont evven knoww
KANAYA: Uh Oh I Hope That Didnt Come Off As Too Sarcastic […]
KANAYA: Please Dont Take Too Much Offense
ERIDAN: haha damn kan if thats your idea of offense bein made then i honestly gotta fuckin wworry for you
ERIDAN: tell you wwhat ill givve you some lessons in dealin out the dark umbrage to repay you for your tutelage in the wwhite science
I think Dave taught Kanaya more about the art of trolling in a single conversation than Eridan could in an entire lifetime.
That guy can troll better than most actual trolls.
ERIDAN: wwhats that thing there
KANAYA: The Matriorb
KANAYA: I Was About To Go Hatch It In The Core To Restore Our Race
ERIDAN: that sounds
ERIDAN: hopeful […]
ERIDAN: if theres goin to be any sort a hope for our race as the prince of hope i demand to be invvolvved
ERIDAN: so dont go anywwhere wwithout me got it […]
KANAYA: Fine
I’m all for the construction of neo-Alternia, but I really don't think Eridan should be on the planning committee, unless we also want a neo-hemospectrum.
Honestly, the only trolls I'd really trust to rebuild their society are the bottom half of the hemospectrum, and possibly Gamzee. The other highbloods can go sit in the corner.
ERIDAN: its not magic wwe talked about this kar
KARKAT: RIGHT, IT'S POWERED BY SCIENCE, I FORGOT.
KARKAT: OR HOPE. WHATEVER THE FUCK THAT MEANS
I don’t see how Hope translates to a robot-exploding beam, though.
If it was wizards he was blowing up, I’d understand, because it would be consistent with my theory that he's weaponizing his hatred of FRAUDULENT MAGIC. If anything, his Science Wand should strengthen a robot, since it's a product of the TRUEST SCIENCES.
ERIDAN: i had a harder time than anybody wwith this game
ERIDAN: it wwas really fuckin unfair wwhat challenges i got saddled wwith
ERIDAN: i wwoulda fuckin MURDERED for a land full of a lot a harmless brains and fire
ERIDAN: but no
ERIDAN: it wwas so lonely
ERIDAN: hey guys anybody wwant to come hang out wwith me in the land a wwrath and angels
That sounds cool, though. Angels, I assume, are how Hope is represented in his Land, and I’m sure Eridan synergized well with its wrath. I wonder what physical form it took?
ERIDAN: anybody at all i knoww it isnt anythin like one of your flippin land picnics
ERIDAN: anybody please ill evven settle for the kittycat shipper cavve girl
You can't complain about loneliness and then insult your ‘friend’ in the same breath. That's not how any of this works, and the fact that you're unaware of this should tell you everything you need to know about why you're lonely.
So Karkat does know about Nepeta’s little crush. He is a relationship aficionado, after all.
Poor Nepeta.
I sort of figured Karkat didn't reciprocate her feelings. He's preoccupied with plenty of other redrom prospects, and he basically never mentions her.
Karkat’s honestly a little too nice to Eridan. He’s being such a bro here, but what Eridan actually needs is to be brought down to size a little.
Granted, I think Eridan needs a bigger shock to the system than an angry tirade from Karkat. I feel like Terezi could tear him to pieces - but since it's unfair to expect her to put up with him alone, I'd put both the Scourge Sisters on this assignment. >:)
What Karkat is aptly demonstrating here is that there’s a difference between an Eridan kind of asshole and a Karkat kind of asshole.
Let's be real, here - Karkat's a dick. But he's a dick who holds no true malice, knows when he's crossed a line, and is willing to sincerely apologize for his past actions, and make amends.
Eridan possesses none of these qualities, which is why he sat alone in his house for a month while Karkat befriended the entire cast.
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Ok this is a pretty goofy idea I’ve had for some time so
Yk Hanu? The little monke that says Hmph? Well what if we somehow found ourselves stuck as Hanu (Hanu! Reader) basically in Penacony, the various goofy things that’ll come out of the characters finding us
Imagine Acheron finding you and just carrying you around while you’re both lost, suddenly all the enemies flee as quick as they can from you when you think did an intimidating enough hmph (it’s actual Acheron they’re afraid of)
Firefly and Robin will prob just gush at our small size and keep us in their hands at all times
goofy?? this is sooo cute???? lil hanu is so adorable bro. also hanu’s a wolf!
acheron prob gonna find you sticking out of a small hole in a wall by the tv, your little legs frantically kicking around.
acheron would def get lost while trying to find someone to help you revert back to your normal form. you’d be perched on her shoulder, trying to use your hms’ to make conversation or get her attention. you’d grumble a small hm’ and point to some random direction and she’s go towards it because she’s silly and trusts you.
“ do you think we strayed too far, little one? “
“ hm. hm. hm. hm. hm. “
“ . . .uh–huh. thank you for the input. “
she ends up facing a dead end and sighs. her head perks up at the sound of crowded footsteps and turns around to see a bunch of angry men in suits cornering you and acheron. “ found you! i’m here to return the favor by beating you up for what you did to me and my buddies earlier! i brought my boss here too!” a dark suited beefy man comes forth with a cocky grin on his face. that must be their boss! you let out a loud, angry hm, jumping down from her shoulder and protectively stepped between acheron and the men with your little chest puffed up and hands on your hips.
“ wait a damn minute! “ the large man’s smug demeanor fell and he suddenly appears anxious. he frantically smacks one of the men who apparently gotten beaten up on the back of his head. the poor guy’s hat drops down on the asphalt. “ you fuckin’ knucklehead! do you know who you just brought us to?! let’s scram! “ as quickly as they came, they left, leaving a little you hming in triumph and a confused acheron. not a moment later, the guy hurriedly comes back for his hat and scrambles away.
“ hmmm!! (don’t come back, losers!) “ you huffed.
she blinks before emitting a soft chuckle and gets down on her knees, offering a open hand for you to hop on. “ it seems like you scared them away, my little one. that little body of yours is deceiving. “
yeah robin would be gushing over how adorable you are as hanu. she’s gon cradle you in her hands and smooch your face while resisting the urge to drown you in even more kisses. “ my little cool cutie. “
firefly’s the same! she’d awe and hug you close to her chest. if you want, she’ll place you on the top of her head so you can have a nice view of everything.
“ i think i don’t mind you staying like this, (name).” she giggles at you cutely stomping your little feet on her open palm with an annoyed hm!
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consensual somnophilia with alex?
somnophilia: the urge or desire to have a sexual encounter with a sleeping person
prompt: alex fucks you while you’re asleep
warnings! smut! [consensual]
it was finally the weekend. your best friend alex had asked you to come over to hangout and you obliged.
“hey lexie, wanna smoke?” you asked, as he let you into his home
“you already know my answer to that” he rolled his eyes playfully
the two of you sat on his back porch and passed a joint to one another.
as you smoked, your eyes got heavier and the two of you delved into deeper conversations.
“what do you think about… like weird stuff in the bedroom? like with a partner?” he asked you
“what, like shit kinks and feet kinks? definitely not for me” you giggled and alex shook his head
“no, well kinda. like.. there’s this specific thing that i kinda find interesting. it’s like when two people have sex but one is asleep and of course it’s consensual, but i was just wondering what you thought about that”
“hmm.. well honestly, i think that’s pretty hot. with someone you trust, it could be a fun experience, y’know?”
“yeah… yeah definitely. hey, thanks for not being weirded out by me bringing this up. i’ve never really mentioned it to anyone but i trust you” he said, almost as if hinting at something
“of course alex, i trust you too. you’re my best friend and we can always talk about anything at all. and for the record,” you said, getting the confidence to move closer to alex and whisper lowly, “i’d let you fuck me in my sleep”
“w-what? man, you’re just baked” he said incredulously
“no, well yes i am but i mean it. and i’m not saying it because i’m not sober. i mean it.. you’re my best friend, my other half. and god damn are you attractive. you’re so fit that i have to constantly stop myself from staring at you 24/7” your mouth was now running on its own, spilling out secrets that you’ve kept from alex
“y/n… now you’re definitely busting my balls…” he laughed shaking his head
“i’m not, i’m being completely serious lexie. i’m really surprised you haven’t noticed”
“i… didn’t know you felt this way about me… is it a sexual attraction or?”
“the sexual attraction is definitely there, but it’s always been more than that. i like the way you do anything to make me laugh. and i see the things you do that show me you care for me. i’m kinda crazy about you, alex. i don’t wanna make things weird between us and i really do understand if you don’t feel the same—”
“n-no!” he yelped making you jump slightly as his voice got loud
“i mean… nothing could break us apart y/n. to be honest, i um… i think of you, too… in many ways” and that made you smile
you shoved him playfully, “look at us being all mushy”
“yeah” he laughed “but um y/n?”
“yeah?”
“did you mean what you said? about letting me do things while you were asleep? consensually, of course..”
“i did mean it, but why don’t we slow down there, cowboy. start at the beginning” you said, bringing his face closer to yours
you inhaled from the joint in your hand, pressed your lips to alex’s and breathed the smoke into his mouth
“fuck, that was hot” alex chuckled, tracing his fingers along your jaw, bringing you in for a real kiss
your lips moved together slowly. he tasted so sweet. you felt his tongue asking to be let in. you moved your tongue alongside his and slowly began to suck on his tongue. this elicited small whimpers from alex and it really turned you on.
you pulled away as you felt the nighttime breeze pick up
“let’s get inside, it’s cold”
the two of you set up snacks in front if the sofa as you binged movies together. you’d get distracted here and there with wandering hands and long makeout sessions.
eventually, the weed in your system took over and you felt yourself falling asleep. alex was way too invested in the movie to even realize you’d passed out. he looked over at you and smiled at how peaceful you looked. he laid you down and placed a warm blanket over you. for the next hour, his attention remained on the tv.
“mmm lexie..” he heard you sigh in your sleep
he turned to look at you and reached his hand out to brush your hair away from your face. you nuzzled your cheek into his touch while still asleep. alex couldn’t resist running his fingertips down your body.
his hand inched up your shirt, pinching your nipples lightly and enjoying the way you whined in your sleep. he pushed your shirt up and replaced his fingers with his mouth, sucking on your hard nipples.
he was hovering above you, careful not to put his body weight on you as he grinded his hips into yours.
he was panting softly and you were still asleep. he threw the couch cushions aside and laid behind you as if he were cuddling you. he took his pants and boxers off, pumping his hard cock in one hand. his other hand slipped your sweatpants down without waking you. he moved your panties aside and began to rub his tip between your wet lips.
he slowly began entering you, feeling how tight and wet your pussy was. he moved slowly behind you with his hands on your hips. you started to shift in your sleep and he slowed his pace even more. once you settled, he sped back up.
his thrusts woke you up and before you could even open your eyes to realize what was happening. you were already letting out strings of filthy moans.
“f-fuck…”
“you like that, sweetheart? waking up with my cock deep inside your tight little pussy?”
“yes alex…”
“yeah, say my name again baby, i love the way it sounds on your lips”
“oh a-alexis… please…”
“that’s right, just like that baby, keep saying my name”
“alex, im so close”
“you can let go, sweet girl. i want you to make a mess all over my cock”
and that’s exactly what you did. you came and your tight hole quivered around your best friend’s cock.
his thrusts stuttered as he reached his climax. he pulled out and you felt him leaking out of you.
“you… you should do that more often” you panted, clinging to alex
“id love to, y/n”
you laughed and curled up into him, enjoying the closeness
alex cleaned you up and held you for the rest of the night.
#alex quackity#alexis quackity#quackity#quackity x reader#quackity fanfic#quackity x y/n#quackity smut
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— yes to me ・ kmj 𐙚
synopsis - after moving on from your ex of 3 years, you fall for someone new.
⊹ ݁ ⋆ — 윈터 x reader ・ genre. angst + fluff ・ warnings. lowercase intended ・wc. 658 ݁𖥔. aespa house || yes to heaven ( part 1 - heeseung x reader )
minjeong has been keeping you company since the wedding.
keeping you distracted from the memories that pained you.
her presence healing you, in a way you’ve never experienced.
caring so deeply for each other, one might call you two in love.
mending your wounds without possibility of being deepened.
you love her, you’ve mentioned it a few times, it’s platonic.
or is it?
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you don’t want to confess.
you’re not ready to risk your friendship.
what if she doesn’t feel the same?
you brain is clouded with negativity and rejection.
better be safe than sorry, right?
it’s getting difficult to hold back.
you keep resisting the urge of kissing her on her pink stained lips, whenever she surprises you with your favourite flowers.
“y/nnie~!! new week, new flowers!” as she hands you a large-colourful bouquet of flowers.
never a day without her feeding you her homemade deserts, or making your cheeks turn pink due to her heartwarming compliments.
“not even sugar itself can surpass your sweetness.” she says as she sweetly gazes into your eyes.
your feelings are only growing stronger.
impossible to retain.
you have to distance yourself.
confusion and sorrow, floods her mind.
did she do something? why did you suddenly ghost her out of nowhere?
she feels sick.
she doesn’t want it to end like this.
you weren’t doing well either.
drowning in your hidden feelings.
you can’t take it anymore.
heavy rain splashing against the surface of the ground, clouds hiding the natural light. it was gloomy and dull. weather making you feel drained.
your laze is disturbed by the sound of your doorbell ringing.
the pressure of the rain increasing.
door revealing none other than her,
kim minjeong.
body drenched in rain, yet her tears are still visible.
you assist her in drying up, handing her a fresh pair of warm pajamas, making your colourless face, blush at the adorable sight of minjeong.
“i was worried sick, why would you do that, y/n?” she stares at you with furrowed brows. you can hear the pain in her voice.
your heart desires to let your feelings out, but your brain chaining you. you remain silent.
“is this the time to be hiding things? i’d really like to know, y/n.”
“you know minjeong, i only did that so we could preserve our friendship. trust me, you won’t regret this.” you say, sternly.
“so ignoring each other ‘means to preserve our friendship?’ what kind of bullshit is that y/n? these half assed answers of yours are not on.” minjeong adds, her voice trembling.
the atmosphere thickens.
“that’s because i’m in love with you, kim minjeong. i don’t want my selfish feelings to get in the way, and ruin the beauty and happiness between us. i’d rather sacrifice my emotions to keep you close to me, rather than scare you away, and lose you eternally.” you finally let out.
“say yes to me, minjeong.”
a moment of silence strikes.
she looks at you with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape.
“i know, minnie. i’m sorry. i know it’s a lot to take in, but please don’t leave me here-” you add before she immediately silences you with a soft, lingering kiss.
“are you joking? i’ve been trying to hint my love for you as well, y/nnie. you think what we have is normal for ‘just friends’? do ‘friends’-“ you quickly shush her by placing another kiss onto her lips.
“so are we having a silencing battle or what?” she says jokingly
“as long as your lips are on mine, i’m down for it.” you say in response.
“you’re such a tease.” she rolls her eyes, playfully.
a comfortable silence settles in, as she lays her head on your lap, admiring her view of you.
“you’re so pretty, y/n.” she says as she slowly dozes off.
“you’re the light to my dying star.” you whisper as you both drift into slumber after these days of separation and pain.
aehouse residents : @onlyjjong @cholexc
#aespa#aespa x reader#aespa scenarios#aespa imagines#aespa soft hours#aespa soft thoughts#aespa drabbles#aespa thoughts#aespa au#aespa fluff#aespa angst#aespa winter#aespa headcannons#winter aespa#winter x reader#kim minjeong#aespa minjeong#minjeong x reader#aespa winter x reader#kim minjeong x reader#minjeong headcannons#minjeong fluff#minjeong drabbles#minjeong imagines#minjeong angst#minjeong scenarios#minjeong soft hours#minjeong soft thoughts#minjeong au#minjeong aespa
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Hey I’m wondering if you could do an after care with dontis and I love your writing keep doing what you’re doing
Afterglow
Dontis x Reader
Warnings: Implied sexual content
Dontis panted heavily, collapsing beside you on the bed. He ran his hand through his hair, catching his breath, and looked over to you. “Are you alright?” he asked, flipping on his side to face you properly. He reached out a hand, running his fingers up and down your side in a gentle caress.
“Fine,” you said, slightly out of breath. The high of pleasure had left you winded in the afterglow, and you felt tiredness weighing down your eyelids. You trusted Dontis completely, his soothing presence making you sleepy. “Can we take a bath, maybe?”
Dontis’ hand stilled. “Of course,” he said kindly, leaning up to place a chaste kiss against your lips. “Give me a moment.” He rose from the bed, walking into the ensuite. You heard the rushing of water and the muted closing of a cupboard. “Would you like to take it together or separately?” he asked, poking his head through the door.
You took the time to stretch and relax your muscles, thinking. In truth, you did not want to be alone, yearning instead to feel Dontis’ arms around you. He always made you feel loved and cared for. “Together, if you don’t mind,” you said, rolling off the bed and wincing at the soreness in your lower back.
“Not at all,” he replied, holding out a hand and walking you towards the bath with a gentle smile. “I hope I wasn’t too rough,” he said as you sat in the bath, the warm water instantly soothing your aching muscles and making you sigh contently.
The scent of the bath salt eased your mind immediately. It smelt like Dontis, invoking the same feeling of warmth and security that you loved so much as you allowed your mind to drift.
“It’s fine, don’t worry,” you said, closing your eyes and leaning your head back. You felt the water ripple as Dontis joined you on the other side of the bathtub, his wealth allowing it to be large enough that no part of you was touching. You swallowed your disappointment, not wanting to intrude if he wanted the personal space. “I like your bath salt.”
He chuckled, running his hand through the water and letting it trail down his fingers. “Thank you. I chose it carefully. Taking a bath with them is one of my favorite things to do after.”
You hummed, feeling the pull of sleep threatening to overtake you. “‘s nice,” you slurred, opening your eyes and sitting up properly to wake you up again. “It was nice, I mean. This is nice.”
Dontis smiled at you. “Tired?”
“Just a bit,” you answered, stifling a yawn. “But I don’t want to sleep yet.”
He nodded, reaching for the bottle of shampoo, hesitating as he looked up at you. “Would you mind washing my hair?” he asked, trying to hide the longing in his voice.
“Turn around,” you requested, scooting over and taking the bottle from him. You scooped a generous portion of it into your palm, massaging it into his scalp.
Dontis sighed, intoxicated by your touch. It made him feel warm from the inside out as you threaded your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching against his skin. He shuddered when you traced the base of his horns, making you halt your touches, fearing that you had hurt him.
“It feels nice,” he reassured you, “I am sensitive there. So your—” he gasped, feeling your fingers brush over the skin again.
“You have scars here,” you observed, keeping your touches light as you continued massaging in the shampoo.
“I was betrayed, centuries ago,” he replied, voice dreamy as he recalled a time long gone. To your surprise, it was devoid of anger or resentment at the memory, as if he had forgiven it long ago. You tilted your head to kiss his shoulder, silently offering comfort regardless.
“Close your eyes,” you said, taking hold of the shower head and adjusting the temperature of the water. You washed out the shampoo, using one hand to keep it from running into his eyes.
Dontis smiled, feeling another surge of affection for you. “Thank you for your care,” he said as you wrung out his hair carefully. He turned around, leaning back against the tub, careful to keep his hair above the water, and opening his arms for you. “Would you mind?”
“Not at all,” you said, leaning against him and nuzzling your face into his neck. You remained like this for a while longer, Dontis’ steady heartbeat almost lulling you to sleep again as he ran his fingers up and down your back.
“Are you hungry? Would you like to eat something?” he asked once the water began cooling and you felt it was time to leave the bath. “I could make some pasta. It’s a light dish.”
You nodded, hesitatingly leaving his embrace to wrap yourself in a towel and step out of the bathtub. “I can help.”
“Nonsense,” he said with a chuckle, drying his wet hair and kissing you. “I’ll be done in an instant. You rest. I’ll serve you dinner in bed.”
“You spoil me,” you said, pulling on one of his fluffy brown sweaters and enjoying the smirk Dontis gave you as he disappeared behind the door. You were immediately surrounded by his smell, sighing contently as you sunk into the pillows, feeling relaxed and looked after.
Dontis had a way of making you melt. He was the most compassionate and kindest person you had ever come across, and his infinite generosity and care never failed to leave you speechless. You could never properly express the gratitude you felt for him and all his kindness, but you hoped the gentle touches, loving kisses, and the look of adoration in your gaze every time your eyes met conveyed at least part of it.
The dip beside you on the mattress made your eyes open slowly, and you were immediately met with Dontis’ warm smile. “You can sleep in a moment,” he said, pushing the tray towards you. “And I look forward to having you in my arms when you do, but eat first.”
Sitting up, you took the plate of pasta, smiling at the leaves of basil he added on top of it. “You’re the best, Dontis. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”
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I don’t even understand the character Sokka stans are stanning. It’s not even Sokka. It is like they are taking the big strong tough guy Sokka thinks he is and acting like that is his actual character when it isn’t. I know not all of them are z*kkas but it does seem like atla renaissance and z*kka popularity added to this trend of taking Katara traits and giving them to Sokka instead
Me neither? I honestly don’t dislike Sokka as a character. I never particularly related to him like I do with other characters, but what frustrates me is how the fandom treats him in relation to other characters, especially Katara.
I definitely agree with you that there was a noticeable shift with the ATLA renaissance in 2020. I was in the fandom long before then and the biggest shift I saw was character bashing taking a faux-progressive spin. For example, Mai bashing used to involve calling her ugly and abusive, but shifted into shoving her into sapphic side ships for the aesthetic instead (while still making jabs at her appearance and demeanor, of course, because people can’t be normal about lesbians). As for Katara, it’s even worse. I’ll get into that.
I remember that historically, Katara has been one of the most bashed and hated on characters in the fandom. People would call her bossy and self important, say she was too emotional, that she was too rude, that she didn’t care about other people’s problems, etc. It was blatant back then, but I honestly see the same trends now, just more covertly. People acting like Katara is not as mature as Sokka, not “mom friend,” or otherwise downplaying the responsibilities she had to take on, fundamentally, are operating on the same logic. They do it in a very jokey way a lot of the time or even act like they’re “letting her be a kid” but really it’s just erasing the nuance of her character in the same way overtly misogynistic fans once did.
Because here’s the thing. We can all recognize Katara was forced into a parental role at an early age and that wasn’t fair to her. But acting like that was something that randomly happened on its own is not addressing the problem. But these fans refuse to address the problem by answering the question of why Katara constantly has to take this role…because that would require them to hold Sokka and Aang accountable for their actions and these people will not do that.
I really do think this is tied in with zukka too. I will say that I’m not a zukka anti. I actually really enjoy some zukka content because it can give a refreshing perspective. But I do see a lot of characterizations that are deeply annoying because they really seem like they’re trying to replace Katara. They want the Zutara dynamic but want slash. And I know these characterizations are no longer unique to zukka, but I would agree they were popularized by it.
Just off the top of my head:
The character who is the first of the group to trust Zuko? That was Katara. Sokka was the one in favor of leaving him to die whereas Katara trusted him twice during Book 2.
The character who emotionally connects with Zuko? That’s Katara.
The character who Zuko feels safest letting his guard down around? That’s Katara.
The character who helps Zuko heal from his trauma? That’s Katara.
The character known for showing the most compassion to others? That’s Katara.
The character who primarily bears the burden of having to step up into a parental role? That’s Katara.
The character who represses their emotions to be strong for others? That’s Katara.
And yet, for some reason, there is this new wave of fans who take all of these traits central to Katara and give them to Sokka instead. It’s just frustrating. Sokka is his own character. He’s different. I really just think this is a new brand of misogyny where we take traits like these for granted in female characters but overemphasize them in male characters.
#ask#anon#katara deserved better#pro katara#katara defense squad#zutara#atla#fandom salt#canon critical#katara#sokka#avatar the last airbender#meta
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Is Angel Dust alright?? Please, let us know about his current situation, I, personally, am worried about him :(
– 🐇 Anon
there’s a gentle knock on Angel’s door, he is far too tired to open it, his head lulls to the side to stare at the door instead. Words that attempt to come out are dry and quiet, he swallows, trying to rid the sensation of feeling like his mouth was made from sandpaper. Before the arachnid could mutter out anything of value, a small “fuck it.” sounds through the other side of the door.
the light from the hallway streams into the darkened bedroom. “Angel?” ah, it was husk. Tiredly, he drags his gaze up the feline, eyes too lidded to fully focus on his friend. “Oh Angel..”
the bed dips, it’s enough to startle fat nuggets to chortle slightly in his sleep. Angel can’t help the smile that tugs at the sound, even if he knows the pig was an ill intended gift from valentino. “hiya.” it comes out hoarse, barely audible, but husk understands all the same.
“we’ll get the hang of this messaging thing.” Husk starts thoughtfully, itching to comfort Angel in some way. “i wouldn’t, actually do anything, without your permission. i hope you know that.”
“i know.” it’s a soft, trusting tone that comes out of the spider. “i know ya just trying to protect me.”
The cat hums, agreeing. “these people do too, must care for you if they’re willing to cuss out Val like nobody’s business.” Angel cringes at the name, his heavy head sinks further into the pillows.
“yeah, ‘spose you’re right.” the pair agree, enjoying each other’s company in silence for a moment. “i think i was just being a bit sensitive.”
“you don’t gotta explain shit to me Angel.” Husk murmurs, without much of a thought, the feline reaches forward to slightly cup Angel’s face, wiping a stray tear away. His usually composed face had streaks of dried and fresh tears coating it, and Angel’s makeup had been completely smeared all over his face. “look at you, such a mess.”
“Hey!” Angel’s words have no malice or offence, just a hint of surprise. “what is it with you and insulting me when i’m up-“
“crying doesn’t suit you.” His paws thoughtlessly kneads into the other’s face. Husk, realising the potential intimacy of his actions, withdraws and smiles. “get some rest.”
by the time Husker had left the room, Angel had finally managed to process the past couple of minutes, a warm hue coats the arachnid’s face, a warm feeling settles in his chest and the stains on his cheeks suddenly don’t feel so heavy anymore.
#hazbin alastor#hazbin angel dust#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel roleplay#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel x you#hazbin husk#hazbin lucifer#hazbin adam#hazbin charlie#angel dust hazbin hotel#angel dust x reader#angel dust#husker#hazbin husker#husker hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel husk#huskerdust#husk hazbin hotel#character roleplay#roleplay blog#roleplay#mature rp#rp blog#send anons#anons welcome#anon submission
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Aaaaaaand in light of Pride month, ya girl is having a gender crisis. Deets to be posted
#I know what some of you might be thinking#and trust me I’m thinking the same thing#but girl? kinda girln’t#idk watch as this is back to my ‘am I an enby or am I just autistic and queer#shut up lz#pride month
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Imo Jason is “irredeemable” by default because I don’t see what he needs redemption from.
#I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before but joining this fandom made me fucking hate the word ‘redemption’#no person I’ve seen who is in love with the concept knows the who what where when why or how it should work in a story#apparently it isn’t just themes and tropes anymore people don’t understand the proper use of the word ‘villain’#kelseethe#also hilarious: Jason should recieve sensitivity training HR style from Bruce ‘I’m the government and children are my cronies’ wayne#if Jasons headstrong/‘answers to no one’ attitude towards vigilantism is what makes people think he's villainous#I hate to be a broken record but the baddie you’re describing is Bruce#nobody thinks he’s a villain for only trusting in his own methods/self and repeatedly isolating himself#and on top of that gaslighting and hurting people around him in attempts to do what HE **thinks** is the right thing#you people always thought *him* heroic not problematic for all these traits#the only difference is Jason isn’t psychologically abusive & controlling#yet he’s still the bad guy just cause he liberally kills folks in the crime business.#l'd argue goth ham war is the b*tman story to remind you of everything that makes Bruce authentically himself#Idk how to tell you that Bruce mentally compromising/crippling his son in a twisted attempt to ‘save him from himself’#is perfectly in line with slitting the same son’s throat because he couldn’t stand to see him avenge his own killer#and yk what a redemption arc could be interesting for someone like Bruce#because he rarely questions or doubts his choices esp wrt Jason. no matter how morally dubious they may be#I think it would be quite fun to witness his extremely restricted worldview be challenged/shattered he deserves that humbling experience
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Get propagandad both ways play in stars and time by @/insertdisc5 and read (or wait long enough to play it wink) detective beebo by @/bwobgames
And also ignore the spoilers in these doodles, real goofed it there
#these two things have the same audience trust me on this I swear my job on it if you like on you’ll like the other#isat spoilers#this is a post i made#again oops#isat#in stars and time#detective beebo#btw Bonnie would not be a fan of the kids in db they’re to chronically online kkkk no just energy differences at least what we see#half of these were drawn a bit ago during class (which is why there’s binary at the top lol)#also I hate- I was just gonna list everything I hated to draw in this and I would’ve listed every feature lol#I’m going to single handedly make detective beebo popular fr#I create sometimes#there’s another version of the forgorer doodle in my head where it’s labeled please don’t think we’re American cause we’re written in and#*written in English#the Chile and France flags are superimposed on them
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Trust Issues
Bucky x BlackCat!reader
Chapter 2/6 of the BlackCat!reader story that I had a request for!
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Word Count: 3.4k
Warnings: Language, Bucky and Reader being kinda mean to each other.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” The first words Barnes has uttered in nearly two hours. “There's only one fucking bed.” It didn’t occur to you to ask the front desk woman if there would be two beds, after all, you and Bucky were supposed to be playing a couple this weekend and couples didn’t need two beds. “Well buck up, Buckaroo, looks like we're sharing for the weekend."
“I’m not sharing a bed with you, you kick in your sleep and snore like a buzzsaw.”
“You’re a filthy liar Barnes, I do not snore.”
“No comment on the kicking?” He raises an eyebrow at you. You just roll your eyes and push further into the room.
“Well, I’m not sleeping on the ground. So you can either be a chivalrous manbaby and curl up in that tiny-ass armchair or be a grown-ass man and split the bed with me. Your choice.”
Bucky grumbles under his breath, in a language that you don’t speak but hearing it admittedly sends a shiver running down your spine. You don’t really have time to stay and talk him out of his funk. The two of you are only here for the three nights and the last night was the gala so any and all recon needs to be done before then.
Of course, the team of low-ranking agents who just want to do their fucking part to save the world or some bs like that have already put together a file of information for you. You’ve been burned before though and like to take care of yourself more often than not.
So you inwardly thank Tony Stark for the nice digs and head to the bathroom to get changed into your suit.
You want to scope out the event space tonight as well as the governor's office the only problem was that the two buildings were practically on opposite sides of the city and you’ll have to take pretty much the whole night in order to get what you need.
That means despite the fact that you are ridiculously tired from being in the car all day you’ll have to dawn your fur-lined catsuit right away and book it to the State Capital building before the last of the over-caffeinated halfway to burnt-out political interns leave for the night and your usual slip-in-behind-someone-who-isn’t-paying-attention entrance will fall off the table.
You pretend that you don’t see Bucky’s eyes bulge when you walk out of the bathroom in your full get-up, but you feel flattered nevertheless. There’s something to be said about the way donning your suit makes you feel, when you have the mask on and the suit zipped all the way up you feel invincible, powerful, badass, and let’s not kid anyone, sexy as hell.
The way Bucky can’t keep his eyes off you as you move about the room gathering the things you’ll need for your night of recon makes you think that he’s on the same page as you about that last one. But that’s all it is, you remind yourself. You’ve got good assets and when they’re tightly wrapped in a nice little bow they look alright, Barnes doesn’t like you he’s a man… he likes tits and ass. They all do.
“I’m heading downtown, need to scope out entrances and exits and see if there’s anything in the governor's office that could help us bring him down.”
“I’ll come with.” Bucky moves to grab the bulletproof leather jacket that Steve had gotten him for Christmas this past year.
“Thanks but no thanks Barnes, I’m perfectly capable of doing recon on my own. Besides, you’re not exactly what I would call… stealthy.”
“I’m stealthy as fuck kitty.”
“Don’t call me kitty, and whatever you need to tell yourself, old man. I'll be back. Treat yourself to room service or something, I heard brooding makes you hungry.”
“I don’t brood.”
“And I don’t snore. See, we can both lie.”
Your night is uneventful. The only thing catching your eye is how suspiciously squeaky clean the governor's computer is. You don’t find much that can help you in your mission. The ballroom is a bust too although you do manage to come up with several escape routes should things go sideways the night of the gala. You end up rolling back into the hotel room at around three-thirty in the morning. Not expecting Bucky to still be awake you try your best to make as little noise as possible so that you don’t wake him.
It ends up not being necessary as he is already awake, lounging in the armchair nursing a glass of whisky, and staring at the door you've just come through.
“Don’t tell me you waited up for me? That’s so sweet Barnes.”
“I didn’t want to be the one to tell Fury that his favorite pet got in some trouble.”
“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, Barnes, I am not Fury’s pet any more than you're Steve’s.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” He scoffs and takes another sip of his drink.
“Well, you’re off the hook I guess I’m back safe and sound so you can finally go about getting some much-needed beauty sleep.”
“You really can’t take anything seriously, can you? I’ve been waiting here for hours because you left without letting me in on your little plan.” Bucky stands up and places his glass on the side table next to him. You have no idea where the hell this anger he has is coming from but you’ll be damned if you let him talk to you like this. “We’re supposed to be doing this mission together and the first moments you’re left to your own devices you run off and risk yourself unnecessarily.” He's getting heated and it's rubbing off on you.
“What the hell is your problem James? I didn’t ask you to wait for me! You’ve been a bit of an ass all day and I’m really fucking tired of it. I’m here to do my fucking job, are you?” Hindsight is a bitch though and you realize after you say the words to him that poking the bear is probably not your best option at the moment, nevertheless, you’re a glutton for punishment so you dig in even more. “I mean first you get all moody in the car because of some shit you brought up in the first place, then you stay up waiting for me like you’re my dad or some shit making sure I get home safe. I know that you don’t like me, I get it and if I’m completely honest I don’t really like you either. No matter what you think or want though, we have a mission to complete and I’ll be damned if I let some metal-armed brute fuck up my perfect completion record.” You don’t really remember taking breaths but obviously, you have or you’d be passed out after that long ass speech.
It doesn’t get you the reaction you want though, instead, Bucky just clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth and lets out some long-suffering sigh like you’re the bane of his existence or some shit. You let him throw his grown-man tantrum and don’t move to stop him from huffing and puffing around the room until he goes to lie down on the floor.
“What are you doing?” you ask, every syllable dripping with exasperation.
“Sleeping, what does it look like?”
“Yeah, I can see that your trying to sleep like a caveman on the cold hard ground what I don’t understand is why, given the big ass bed right here.” You carelessly lift one hand and gesture towards the California King bed with admittedly really comfy-looking sheets spread across it.
“I’m not sleeping in the same bed as you Kitty, I thought I had told you that.” He practically snarls.
“I thought you were kidding. What? Afraid you’ll get cooties or something?”
“I’m not sharing a bed with you Y/N. Drop it.”
“Fine. You know what? Fucking be like that.” You grab a pillow off the bed and throw it down at him. Before grabbing one for yourself and taking up position on the floor a few feet away from him.
“What are you doing?”
“Funny, I thought I just asked you that.” You reply laying down on the ground with your back towards him.
“You’re not sleeping on the floor Y/N it’ll mess up your back.”
`“Well then I guess you have a choice to make. Either you get over yourself and we both get to share the nice bed, I’ll even put up a pillow wall to protect your dignity if you’re that worried about it. Or we both sleep on the floor and I wake up tomorrow morning as grumpy as you because my back hurts.” You let the silence reign for a few seconds after you're done, still facing away from him and waiting for him to make the decision.
“God you’re so annoying you know that?” Bucky groans out as he moves to sit up and make his way towards the bed.
“I’ve been told it’s one of my best qualities.” You stick your tongue out at him and follow him to the bed. You follow through with your promise of a pillow wall placing three pillows length-wise between the two of you. Afterward, you turn around and turn off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness.
You wait for a few minutes thoughts racing endlessly in your mind. “Bucky?” You call out.
“What?” he mumbles back.
“Will you tell me a bedtime story?” You ask.
“Y/N?”
“Yes?
“Go the fuck to sleep.” You do.
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The next morning you wake up to an empty bed, but an intact pillow wall so deem the night a success. Rolling over to check the bedside clock you see that it’s about seven and groan at the fact that Bucky’s absence apparently woke you up an hour before you had planned.
Bucky’s absence doesn’t last long, however, as minutes later he comes strolling into the room. He’s wearing a simple grey tee shirt and some black sweatpants but the entire front of his shirt is soaked making the grey a darker shade than it was originally. Similarly, his hair is dripping wet and you honestly can’t tell if he’s taken a shower yet or if he's just soaked with sweat. What confuses you more is that you don’t know which you’d prefer.
“Morning Sarge.” You call out from your place in bed. Bucky jumps a little like he forgot that you’d be in the room.
“Morning.” He mumbled before making a swift turn and essentially hiding away in the ensuite bathroom. When you hear the shower turn on you know he's still in a mood from last night. You swear to whatever god there might be that this man is going to be the death of you.
“I’m calling room service for breakfast do you want anything?” You shout at the bathroom door.
“Eggs and toast.” He calls back. You roll your eyes at his basic order but relent anyway and pick up the phone to call for the food.
His shower finishes right about the same time that the food arrives. When he walks out of the bathroom in just a towel wrapped around his waist and a smaller one in his hand ruffling his hair to dry it you about choke on the food you hadn’t even started eating yet.
“Your foods over there.” You point to the little sitting area on the opposite side of the room from you. You're sitting crisscross across the ottoman at the foot of the bed. A plate of stuffed French toast with a side of sliced peaches perched on your lap.
“I figure that we should probably talk about the plan for the rest of the weekend, to avoid any more… angst between us.” You speak between bites of your breakfast.
“I thought we already had a plan but apparently that doesn’t mean much to you does it.” He turns his body to face you and crosses his arms over his chest.
“I’m not starting the morning off like this, James. You can either talk to me like an adult or you can sulk in the corner it’s your choice.”
“I don’t sulk.”
“For a guy who doesn’t sulk or brood you sure spend a lot of time doing both.”
“I just- I don’t know why you always have to be putting yourself at risk.” You aren’t prepared for the tone shift of the conversation.
“I’m an adult Bucky, I can make those kinds of choices for myself.”
“I know you can, I just don’t see why you feel the need to.”
“What do you mean?” You can physically feel yourself start to get defensive.
“I mean that for as long as I’ve known you, you’ve always gone the extra mile, covered every base that needs to be covered and even some that don’t. You push yourself to the point of exhaustion and you don’t seem to care. You do the job of ten people when you don’t need to and it makes me tired just watching you.”
“I-”
“I wasn’t finished. Take last night for example. You went out and re-did recon that our team already did for us because you didn’t trust that they had done enough and what did you find? Nothing. Nothing that you didn’t already know from reading the mission file.”
“When did this become a fucking therapy session? I don’t recall giving you my insurance information Dr. Barnes and I’m not sure I can pay your hourly rate.” You try to deflect. He's right, you didn’t find anything new and you’d been a little pissed at yourself because of it, but you don’t need that shoved back into your face.
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Push away your real feelings with jokes, Peter and Tony do the same thing and it drives me up the wall.” He stares at you.
“I don’t know what you want from me Bucky. I don’t know who you want me to be, you call me a kiss-ass when I try too hard, but you’ve been pretty clear on the fact that you don’t think I can be redeemed. You seem to care about me and yet give me shit about anything and everything that I do. I don’t know what to think or feel around you and it throws me off.”
“I do care about you.”
You don’t know what to say to that, so you don’t say anything. You and Bucky sit in silence for what could’ve been seconds minutes or hours. Neither one of you is willing to be the one who breaks the spell that has settled over the room. Both of you are saved by the bell when Bucky’s phone rings on the desk in front of him.
“It’s Steve, I’ll be right back.” He gets up and moves to take the call out in the hallway. You still don’t say anything. But you do flop onto your stomach across the bed the moment the door closes behind him.
You grab the nearest pillow to your outstretched hand and bring it to your face, screaming into it and letting out as many muffled curse words as you can before you run out of air. When you’re done throwing your mini tantrum you stand up, run a hand through your hair, and take in the deepest breath you’ve ever taken in.
It seems that Bucky’s call with Steve is going to go longer than you thought so you might as well get ready for the day. You put on the flowing wide-leg pants and halter tank that you packed, it gives just the right amount of classy that goes along with your cover in case you needed to interact with anyone, while still being easy to move in and pretty damn comfortable to boot.
You return to your perch at the foot of the bed, this time with the mission files in your hands. Despite how many times you’ve poured over them you still want to make sure that you’re ready for the gala tomorrow night. The best use of your time right now is trying to figure out the best way to get close to the Governor at the party.
Since his computer had been a bust the best way to get him was going to be a verbal confession to some of his backroom dealings. Maybe with more time, you’d be able to pull together a bit more of a sting operation and pull out all the stops trying to catch him but you were on a time crunch. The gala is tomorrow and then after that the governor starts his reelection campaign.
Bucky walks back into the room and throws his phone on the bed next to you, “Steve said the analysts back home got word that there’s a new player to be aware of tomorrow. The Governor's son is gonna be there, he's been flouncing across Europe for the better part of the last five years and we’re not exactly sure why he’s back but we know it’s important. Think you can handle it?”
“Did you actually just use the word ‘flounce’ in a sentence.”
“Can you handle it or not.”
“Don’t get your panties in a twist Barnes, I got this.”
“I don’t doubt it, Kitty, in the meantime though maybe we should do some asking around to see what we can get on the kid.”
“Honestly, James I’m a little hurt that you think I’m that far behind you. Besides, I know exactly where to look to get the answers I’ll need.”
“And where is that exactly?” Bucky looks at you and raises an eyebrow.
“His Instagram.” Snapchat, Twitter, and any and all other social media you can get your hands on. You know rich kids better than any other group of people in the world, they’re incredibly naive most of the time and some of the easiest targets because they’re sharing their entire lives with the world. If there's something to know about this guy, you’ll find it on his socials.
You and Bucky spend the rest of the day and well into the night, doing your research. At some point, you’d been given access to the full guest list which allowed you to add some names to your internet stalking session. By two in the morning, you can confidently say that you know this guy and several of the other guests who would be attending better than they knew themselves.
“Alright doll, it’s time for sleep.” Bucky grabs your laptop and closes the lid before taking it off your lap completely and plugging it in for you.
“What? I was just getting in the groove! I found another rabbit hole.”
“I don't know what that means but I know that it’s late and we have to be on our best game tomorrow so sleep it is.”
“You can sleep, but I need to keep working,” Bucky calls your name.
“This is the type of stuff I’m talking about, working yourself to death. Trust in the work you did today, trust that you’ve got everything you need. I do.”
You will never admit to the way that your heart thumps when you realize just how much faith Bucky has in you.
“I’ve made that mistake before, trusting myself and trusting others, it never goes well for me.”
“Well then, work yourself to death and be sloppy and tired tomorrow if you want, but do it over there with just a desk lamp because I’m going to bed.”
“Fine. I will.” Stubbornly, you pick up the notebooks and files that surround you and move them all to the too-small desk in the corner of the room. You flick the lamp light on and groan at the dimness of the bulb. Bucky’s words bounce around your skull, you wouldn’t be sloppy. You were never sloppy. Sloppy meant getting hurt or worse. You couldn’t be sloppy.
Fuck. You couldn’t be sloppy, especially with Bucky’s life on the line too.
You growl low in your throat as you flick the lamp off and begin getting ready for bed, pretending not to hear the triumphant snort that comes from the lump on the bed.
“Scoot over, you fucking starfish, leave some room for me.” You shove at Bucky’s back, nothing happens of course but he takes pity on you and scooches over anyway. “Do I need to construct another pillow wall Your Highness or do you think you’ll be okay for one more night?”
“I think I’ll survive. But know that if you kick me in the middle of the night I reserve the right to shove your ass onto the floor.”
“Noted.”
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Honestly the best advice anyone ever gave me was when my uncle told me that EVERYONE else in my family is going to make the selfish decision, so I have to too. Don’t think about them at all, just do what you have to do.
#because my mother basically raised him when their parents died#he was early teens then i think?#so he’s been through almost the exact same thing as me#and i trust him the most because he KNOWS#he doesn’t try to tell me i’m wrong for feeling this way about her because HE KNOWS#and if he got out then i can too#the irony is that he cut contact with her a while back but still kept in touch with others (me included)#and they’re talking again now a bit but omfg#the way they talked about him. he became the black sheep of the family and all bc he didn’t talk to her#and i didn’t understand it then because?? that’s uncle adil?? he’s a wonderful guy why do you all hate him??#but now i do#it’s her way or the highway#rant
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boo *exu calamity au’s your bad kids*
#riz cerrit gorgug laerryn kristen zerxus fig loquatius adaine patia & fabian nydas btw. if anyone cares#(nightmare king era cass as asmodeus… obviously w/ fig instead but ayda evandrin… ANYWAYSSS)#i can’t remember her name but that One Bitch patia & laerryn hated is kipperlily copperkettle… patia as adaine for that let’s go haters!#need to do a rewatch honestly just to Remember shit also to maybe fully flesh this out#like i have a lot of thoughts here that i could expand upon rn but i’ve forgotten SO many parts of calamity atp bc i’m not into cr &-#have only watched it fully the one time & just generally rewatched certain parts idk how many times#me trying to explain how nydas’s perspective shift with the prophecy is sooo fabian but i can’t remember literally anything: so uh… because-#fantasy high#the bad kids#listen these tags might not be saying much of anything but when i say fig gorgug ayda loquatius laerryn evandrin TRUST ME ok… it’s sooo#same w/ zerxus asmodeus kristen nk!cassandra#also thing i think is funny: purvan or whoever is tracker & trackerbees are still exes and there’s just CRAZYYYY gay tension in every scene#wait i’m sorry even more stupid idea: yk how nydas has the hodmedods? fabian has those rats that show hole. there’s truly an army of them
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Oh em gee :,( ari :,( thank you for yapping at me…………. My brain juices started flowing…….. I knew all I needed was some of your ideas…,,, and the little hamsters in my brain started running around again!!!!!!!!!!! Ik u said don’t feel bad for sending asks but…. I feel a little guilty sending another one….. but the brain hamsters started working and I can’t deprive them of spreading their little hamster ideas 😔😔 BUT ALSO??? I NEED TO TALK ABT HOW U REPLIED TO MY PREV ASK. THEM TALKING WHEN UR SLEEPING??? AND MAYBE?? YOU SECRETLY HEARING??? IM GOING INSANEEEEEEE IM LITERALLY DISINTEGRATING AS WE SPEAK :((( satoru wanting to confess bc he doesn’t want u sad over ur ex……… sugu convincing him they shouldn’t rush u…….. :( sobs… they r so special to me. imagine what would happen if u just sat up in the middle of them talking like “🤨🤨I heard all of that btw.” but like. What do you think they’d do if your ex did try getting back together with you? Either that or just trying to get back into contact ……. Just an idea :3 giggles…. N E WAYS I HOPE UR HAVING A WONDERFUL DAY SLASH NIGHT!!! MWUA MWUA TAKE CARE AND DRINK UR WATER !!!! ^_^ — stsg anon 💐 < with bouquet. For u!!! :3
STSG ANON !!!!!! i’m telling you our brains are synced…… every time ur brain juices flow mine do too……… i’m so happy your little brain hamsters r running around 🐹🐹🐹
okok first of all ….. NEVERRRRR feel guilty for sending me asks 🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫 never ever ever!!!! i love them so much!!!!! even if i’m slow at replying sometimes i promise i read them instantly and they always feed me so good!!!!!!! i should literally be paying you for these that’s how much i love them. if i catch u feeling guilty again there Will be consequences so watch out …. (ominous)…..
BUTTTT ok :3 YES . THE STSG IDEAS. i’m so happy you liked my little brainworms phdkdjj i just!!!! think it’s a tasty concept!!!!!! and PLSSS reader just sitting up and calling them out 😭😭 i KNOW they’d scream . even sugu does a little squeak bc he was so convinced you were asleep…… but goddd i think they’d actually be a little flustered <//3 our babies. once they recover satoru would be so smug tho. bc now you finally know!!! he doesn’t have to wait!!!!! and sugu is obv very happy too….
but… gahhh…… STSG ANON ………. if your ex tried getting back with you………….. ohhhh gosh. they’d be very offended . on your behalf . in a ”can you believe the audacity” way ….. but ofc they’d also be very furious and protective . like. maybe you tell them that your ex texted you wanting to meet up and they’re both INSTANTLY on guard…. ideally you’d block them ofc but if you insist on meeting them just for the sake of closure then they’re immediately convincing you to let them go with you!!!!! for scary dog priviliege . i’ll be honest i don’t think there’s much your ex could do 😭😭 bc stsg WILL be glaring at them. behind you. and if they even try to lovebomb you or blame you in any way they’re . Stopping Them . in one way or another. i think they get very very scary LMAO sugu stops smiling entirely and satoru smiles in a distinctly furious way 😭😭 ..
but ohhhh ……. if . you were the one who wanted to get back with them ….. then i think stsg would feel so helpless :’3 bc like . they can’t control you. they don’t want to. but i also think they’d rather die than have to watch you be with someone so undeserving…… so i feel like That’s when they’d confess. bc they’re so desperate . and let’s be honest who would choose a cheating ex over stsg????? no one <33333 problem solved. they’d be really terrified though…..
MWAHHHH one big kiss for you my lovely little stsg anon <33333 i’m putting the bouquet in a big beautiful vase <33333333 here r some handpicked flowers just for you :33 🌷🪻🌻🌷🪻🌻 i hope you’re taking good care of yourself too!!!! eating and drinking and sleeping lots . it’s what me and stsg want for you!!!!!! thank you as always for the food i hope u know how much i adore you <333
#protective stsg my beloveds#they both go full wolf mode i can’t lie#sugu is exploding your ex w his mind and satoru is. no thoughts head empty only scary smile :))))))#and ohhhh their desperate confession scene…… it’s stuck in my mind now stsg anon T_T it’s all your fault…. sniffle…….#it’d just be the most dramatic most tender thing ever……#reader who is so confused n frustrated…. hissing ”why do you care so much????” as they’re on their way to meet their ex :////#and stsg both just shout . ”because we love you!” at the exact same time phdodjdk I NEED THEMMMMM#also stsg anon not to feed our brain hamsters too much but… this train of thought has me thinking of . reader having trust issues…..#bc of their ex…..#and the way that spills into their relationship w stsg too :’3 bc they’re just!!! traumatized.#and stsg would be soooo understanding#sugu especially ….. toru would be a tiny bit offended i think . not at all in an assholey way he’s just sad that you’d think that of them#i think sugu is more likely to understand that it’s a direct consequence of your experiences + smth they shouldn’t take personally#satoru is very emotionally intelligent too obv i just feel like he’d feel hurt in the moment!!! bc trust is such a big deal to him :((((#anyway i’m stopping myself before i get too carried away LMAO#ily stsg anon <333#ask tag ✩#stsg anon !! ✩
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