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#i fill this thing out so good now tho im very pleased

privitivium · 3 days

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ok but how about a dom reader whos always busy (workaholic and shi) x an always clingy n touchy sub yan.

like. reader is never at home. and when he finally come back ends up doesn't paying that much attention to yan, sayin 'im too tired' or going to his home office. eventually being followed by yan cause omfg poor boy is basically starving for a little bit of attention. he still declines yan's pleadings tho

then one day this man shows up earlier and completely EAGER for his yan. idk what more can i say. breeding? degradation? daddy kink? dumbification? what could happen when theyre feeling so fucking needy for each other?

(also i love your writing so so much!!!!!!! <3

workaholic male reader, clingy sub yandere ^ rambles. euugh

dumbification works w either imo, reader fucking lover til hes stupid while simultaneously fucking his lover stupid?!

amab//domtop reader/subbot yandere, cw;; breeding, daddy kink, dumbification xd wanna rework this into a more ,,, eloquent fic. soon. have been busy. i really liked this idea so. will do on my own soon.

workaholic you, growing super distant… obviously making your lover paranoid. because what if you're cheating on him? you aren't, of course - he knows that, but he cant stop those kinds of thoughts from popping into his mind…!!! humping your pillow to ease himself while ur at work, watching the camera feed of you in your office… sigh…. often hearing the dreaded words accompanied by a soft simple pat on his back - not even a kiss... "sorry... please, baby, not right now. i'm too tired." he sobs himself to sleep, knowing you're only providing for him,,,, it hurts!!!

all his worries wash away when you arrive home earlier than usual! concerned, but all the more happy to see you appear in the doorway of your home… breathing ragged, looking all dark and mysterious,,,, the mere sight of you looking all deranged makes him hot and bothered. ignoring the way his dick twitches to life, uhmㅡ

"honey? why are you home so early, sweetheart?” draping himself across your front in a very affectionate hug. he couldnt help himself-! and, much to his delight you were not pushing him awayㅡand practically throwing yourself onto him?!?! hh..h.hh...

there you were,,, grasping his face in your hands, pressing your lips against his so hungrilyㅡ “i need youㅡneed you. need you.” expressing your apparent neediness over and over as you bury your face in the crook of his neck ㅡ he was startled, but so fucking eager to comply? feeling the way your boner presses against him? you were that eager for him just as he is you???,,,,, he nearly faints. tearing up with a now raging erectionㅡ “please, baby, i need you - i need you reallyㅡreally badly-” so fucking happy as he completely smothers you in his love,,,

you don't need to tell him twice,,, throwing the front door closed…,,, leading him to the bedroom, covering his face in kissesㅡeven when there was a perfectly good couch right there to make love on. he won't complain,,,, hes gotten used to the null feeling of toys...,,, so, feeling the very loving embrace of your dick filling him up overstimulates him rather.,,, quickly!!! thinking about how truly awful you are to neglect this pretty litte thing, how could you? so, so very awful.

your darling little lover sobbing on your cock… he's so beautiful - experiencing his love and affection for the first time in forever? berating yourself for being so distant,,, pouring all your frustration at yourself into his flexing taut hole,,,, “mm-misssed you… s-so mu-uch daddy-!” he doesn't seem to catch what he just moaned… too drunk on the feeling of your cock pistoning in and out of him - it feels otherwordly?!

and, i mean. going along with it. with ease, because he deserves everything. especially, anything for your darling lover who just wants affection, your love!!! laughing breathlessly as you piston your hips against his, nuzzling your nose into the side of his head - peppering his face in kisses, “daddy's right here, sweet thing - n-never leaving again, y'hear?” it was… a little odd, but fitting. afterall, you're pumping load after load - breeding him. obviously you'd be the daddy in this situation…,,,,

#“clingy touchy yandere”#x male reader #x top male reader #x dom male reader #male reader #top male reader #dom male reader #yandere x male reader #yandere male x reader #sub yandere x male reader

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stxrvel · 8 months

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hate is a strong word

summary: you hated Bucky and you were convinced that he hated you back. until one time he was talking to you and it started to sound... lovely? what was happening?

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

words: 6k

warnings: some bad words, a lot of arguments, a HUGE flashback, a little bit of angst i think? bucky and reader insult each other, reader doesn't like to listen, bucky is easily angered, bucky likes to destroy things when he gets angry but regrets it easily, this is not exactly a healthy relationship(? descriptions of weapons, missiles and buildings being bombed, reader is also very stubborn and likes to put her life at risk… or so.

note: hi guys!! so i came back and i am kinda proud of this one. i think i haven't felt that way in a long time. i gave myself the time to write when i felt like it and it was wonderful, so this came out. also i put the poll for a whole week and i can't change it now >:(, but i think this onsehot fits the angst with a happy ending (im not sure if this fits the angst tho, you gotta tell me) but im gonna try to do something else that fits the vibe, and i'll probably do some other poll to write about someone else. (also i think i should warn you guys that i dont think im that good writing action scenes or tension scenes, so if that's bad i hope you forgive me): anyway, hope you guys like this one!! i love reading your comments so if you want and can, please leave some <33 love you all and see you next time!

part 2

Bucky was really pissing you off too much at that moment. Or maybe you were feeling a little uncomfortable.

He hadn't spoken a single word to you since you had arrived at that tiny house, only shrugged silently and then exploded. You had seen Bucky explode several times before and you admitted that watching him was somewhat entertaining; seeing the faces of frightened people, trying to flee away from his angry face and destructive hands, but physically forced to stand by and listen to his scolding. You used to have fun with that. However, at the time, when you were the extreme recipient of that anger, it wasn't so much fun.

You had already heard a couple of broken glass, shattered wood and metal containers fall to the ground. Maybe five minutes or so had passed and he was barely pausing to look at his artwork. It wasn't too much that he had taken and thrown while you had stayed in the room, but it had all sounded very loud, so you had no choice but to go out and see what he was doing.

You were leaning against the threshold of the hallway to the bedrooms, right across from the living room and kitchen. Bucky looked like he had just finished getting all his anger out when he finally stood silently. He probably thought you were asleep while he was doing all that, as if that sound couldn't wake you up. Was he really that angry about what you had done? You mean, yes, it was very risky, but there you were alive, weren't you?

You felt the best thing you could do was to stay quiet and wait for him to say or do something, because you could risk that angry outburst really coming down in your face. For that moment he had only taken it out on the house, which had nothing to do with your problems, and you didn't want the arguments to start filling the silence that followed his stillness.

But, well, you didn't always do the right thing. That's why you were in that situation in the first place.

“Are you done yet?” you signed your sentence.

Bucky had a tense posture, squared shoulders moving in rhythm with his accelerated breathing. His back was to you, staring at the kitchen counter that had been left completely empty. You knew by the way he was clasping his hands that he was trying to maintain his composure.

“Are you serious?” his voice came out hoarse, a sign of his growing anger.

Maybe you should have stopped there, or when he continued to not turn to look at you, but you just couldn't keep your mouth shut.

“What's your problem, Barnes? Yes, I took a chance, but it's not that big of a deal. It's not for this,” you pointed to the mess around you, even though he wasn't looking at you.

“It's not a big deal, you say?” Bucky moved and you felt yourself watching his angry figure move in slow motion. “What's your problem?”

His beady eyes met yours. You felt a little intimidated by the ripples of annoyance coming off his body, filling the entire room with an unbearable, suffocating tension. His scowl and that strangely calm tone of voice made your hair stand on end.

None of the pieces of glass or splintered wood on the floor looked as dangerous as that expression on Bucky's face. He looked very angry, yes, but there was also something in his eyes when he looked at you. Something like concern… but that was impossible.

“Really, Y/N, what's your problem? Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“Now, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“I was the mission leader!” his voice rose, his body moving forward as he pointed his index finger at himself. “And you were supposed to follow my orders.”

“I did, Barnes, I-”

“No,” he exclaimed, again moving closer. “You didn't do anything I asked you to do! Why can't you just…? Argh.”

You moved back a little as he planted his hands on the dining room table. You felt a little pressure in your chest at the sight of him like this, as if defeated and hopeless. Disappointed. But that was a common thing. That's why you used to have individual missions, and that's why you didn't really like working in a team. You mean, it wasn't wrong to do it, but everything always ended up in arguments because nobody liked the way you worked, so it was better to do it alone, right?

Seeing Bucky like that reminded you of how many times you had seen that look on the faces of Steve, Natasha, Tony, Clint, even Thor… It was never welcome nor were you comfortable with what was coming next, but it was the way you worked, how could you change out of nowhere something you had done your whole life?

Maybe you just had to apologize, sometimes that worked. Because you also knew that, knowing how bossy and caring Bucky was, you should have at least held back a little during the mission. Bucky's patience couldn't stand that sort of thing.

“Listen, I'm sorry, okay? I was a little careless, but that's how-”

“A little careless?” he interrupted you, his voice and face incredulous. "You almost got yourself killed."

“We're in this job under that risk, Barnes, that's not news.”

The man in the middle of the mess ran his hands over his face, elated, frustrated and surely overwhelmed. He let out a sound somewhere between a snort and a growl before turning back to look at you.

“Why can't you just listen?”

His accusing gaze enlarged a hole in your chest that you constantly tried to ignore, planting bitter feelings of sadness that you were usually very good at avoiding. But at that moment, for some reason, you couldn't stop your face from twitching at the strong, hurt tone of the man who looked at you as if he couldn't believe who you are and what you do. It seemed like Bucky was always in denial and today he realized that what everyone always told him was true.

That look, that dull gleam in his eye, that expression of understanding… All of that you were used to seeing, but coming from him it felt different. As if you hadn't really meant to cause those feelings, as if you wanted to turn back time to do things differently. The surprisingly incredulous and remorseful look was digging deep into your head, searing itself with hot iron to make sure to haunt you in the future.

At that moment you didn't care if Bucky realized how much his words affected you. Maybe you deserved to feel that way. Maybe he should have known that it affected you too much, that would surely do more than an apology.

“If only you had listened to me, we would have left sooner and without any trouble,” Bucky spoke again after what felt like hours of silence.

You couldn't take him back. It was true.

“Why did you…? Argh. Whatever. I'm going to report to Fury.”

His figure passed you like a blur. You barely felt his presence very superficially before all was silent again.

Your heart ached again. For some reason, it wouldn't stop hurting that it was still beating.

The day before.

“WHAT?” you exclaimed in disbelief and the director's tired look reappeared.

“It's already scheduled, Y/N, I can't undo it. So just go, try to cooperate together and come back in one piece,” Fury leaned back against the back of the chair, putting his feet up on the desk.

You looked at his shoes as if they were to blame for everything.

“It's funnier to think Bucky reacted the same way,” Tony spoke up, sitting in the chair next to yours, a mocking expression on his face.

“Shut up,” you smacked his arm before turning back to the director. “Sir, you know Barnes and I don't get along and knowing that, what makes you think we'll hit it off on a mission?”

Fury shrugged. “A hunch.”

“A hunch…?” you repeated in a low tone, twice as incredulous that the big SHIELD director had just said that.

“That's it, agent, you're dismissed.”

You left his office on your own, not because you had been dispatched. The walk to the housing complex took you longer than ever at that point.

You'd only had one mission with Bucky Barnes once a couple of years ago and it had been a disaster. Your group missions usually ended with a close call, but that time with Bucky it was like going to hell and back.

You two had never gotten along. Regardless of Fury's hundreds of attempts to get along, you had never managed to vibrate on the same frequency. It seemed more like you repelled each other every time you were together, and it was totally justified because Bucky was too bossy and wouldn't let you breathe for a single second. Every second of the mission had to be ruled by him because otherwise he was going to explode into a sea of rage and, God, no one wanted to piss Bucky off in that Complex. However, you were always the first to tell him that his tactics weren't working or that he was too slow and well, naturally, you ended up arguing.

You met Natasha and Steve halfway to the rooms and from the way they both looked at each other before the redhead approached you knew you must surely have a scrunched up face.

“Did something happen?” Natasha asked as soon as she reached your side and started walking at the same pace as you, slightly more hurried than usual.

“Fury assigned me a mission with Barnes,” you spat out the good news, impossibly frowning harder at the mention of that name.

“Oh,” Natasha nodded. “Well, you could try to work things out-”

“What things, Natasha?” you paused, turning to look at her as everything around you turned red. “There's nothing to fix here, because Barnes is a stubborn, obstinate, childish, bossy, stupid man who is incapable of speaking like a civilized adult and only knows how to shout orders everywhere as if he's the bossy one in the Complex. I can't stand him!”

“Wow.”

You heard his voice.

“I hope you know the feeling is reciprocated.”

You turned to see him, his body was leaning against the island at the entrance to the kitchen, in a strategic spot as if you could never realize he was there because your path was to the other side. Natasha watched between the two of you like a tennis match, fearful as if at any moment the screaming would start and she would have to run away.

You didn't know what to do. You were super angry, yes, and you felt your blood boiling inside your veins, too. And you'd said all that stuff to Bucky's face before, and God knows how many times before you'd argued just by seeing each other in the halls of the Complex. Despite that, you felt trapped. The anger was still there, yes, but his gaze pierced through you like a sword.

“Believe me, I don't want to go on this mission with a stubborn, obstinate, headstrong, ignorant, individualist like you either, who cares not for the safety of the team but for her own victory, no matter how she achieves it.”

With his eyes sharp, his heavy footsteps approached you, echoing in your head loudly like the second hand of a clock. He had stopped at a safe distance as he spoke and at one point Natasha had grabbed your arm when it seemed you had tried to approach him as well.

“You're a hypocrite,” you spat at him.

“Ha! Me?”

“You always play the saintly dove, but you know you're not much different from me.”

“I'm nothing like you,” Bucky wrinkled his face, as if the very thought caused him to shiver with disgust.

“You're an individualist, too, imposing your plans on others.”

“You never have a plan! What do you expect me to do, let you go and die?”

“I do have plans! But you don't like them because they are more effective than yours.”

“They're more effective at the cost of risking more of our lives.”

“That's what our job is all about!”

“Our job is about protecting! How are you going to accomplish a mission if you're dead?”

“Well, I've done pretty well so far, in case you haven't noticed.”

“If I had a nickel for every time you've gone airhead straight into danger and ended up nowhere near dead, I'd have as much money as Stark.”

“And if I had a nickel for every time your stupid, slow plans have caused you to lose sight of the target and made you come back empty-handed, I'd be twice as rich as Stark.”

“At least my kill rate is minus five.”

“And my hit rate is one hundred by the way.”

“Are you even listening to what you're saying?”

“That I always finish missions on the first try, unlike you?”

“That you're treating your life like it's something insignificant.”

“Ah, now you care about my life?”

Natasha tightened her hand around your forearm again preventing you from again getting too close to the man who was getting on your nerves. Before he could respond, you spoke again:

“Look, Barnes, to make it absolutely clear to you for the rest of your long life: I love my life and I love my job. I love my life because it allows me to have this job and I love my job because it allows me to have this life. If you have a problem with how I choose to do the job, that's just that, your problem. But don't think you're coming here to give me a psychology lesson to make me believe that I don't value my life just because now you've run out of arguments. It's because I value my life, Barnes, that I always come out of every mission unscathed. I don't put myself at risk because I'm oblivious. I always have everything figured out and that's why everything always works out for me.”

Bucky snorted, his body moving away from yours, but despite that expression on his face he didn't respond again. He gave you a sidelong glance before walking back into the kitchen.

Your shoulders felt a little lighter. For a moment you thought he was going to continue arguing.

Natasha next to you sighed, finally letting go of your forearm.

“Why did you hold me so tight?” you frowned at her, rubbing the part of your skin that was slightly red. “Did you really think I was going to fight a super soldier?”

Natasha shrugged under your gaze.

“We've known you to do crazy things.”

“I wouldn't have stood a chance of beating him even if he gave me the upper hand.”

Five hours earlier.

You hadn't seen Bucky for the rest of the day after that discussion, until the next day when you had to get on the Quinjet and didn't even glance at each other.

Steve was in charge of handling the airplane and, apparently, he was also in charge of briefing you on how you were going to proceed on the mission, because Bucky was too busy drilling holes with his gaze somewhere else on the Quinjet away from the two of you.

Neither spoke when you descended nor when you approached the base apparently in a state of abandonment.

Bucky's mission were flat and simple, but as usual he had no backup plan, because all his backup plans were the same: run away. Bucky had a chick's sense of survival, that's why when things went bad was the time when he would scream at you the loudest.

Just like it happened on that mission.

“This place is deadly quiet,” you spoke for the first time, barely earning a sidelong glance from the man next to you.

You had already finished thermo-sensor checking every floor of the building and it was indeed desolate. Still, you felt a strange uncomfortable chill run down your back.

“Well, that's what deserted means,” Bucky commented, his sarcasm sharp.

You rolled your eyes at him, even if he couldn't see you, and kept walking with your gun raised as you approached the checkpoint.

“I mean I can't even hear birds or crickets, doesn't that strike you as odd?”

“Well, we're on the fourth floor, wouldn't it make it stranger if you could hear them at this altitude?”

“Well, you can hear at this height. Tell me, do you hear anything down below?”

Bucky paused. They were a few steps away from reaching the room. His deadly stare caused you nothing but boredom and you would have ignored him completely except that he let out a sigh, dejected. You detailed him minutely as he seemed to focus his hearing on external sounds.

“There's nothing,” he spoke after a few seconds, his brow slightly furrowed.

“You see?”

“But that doesn't mean anything. We'd better finish this quickly.”

Ignoring the grimace on your face, Bucky moved to step into the room whose door was wide open. You stared offended at his back and felt the urge to smack his big head with the butt of your gun.

“Here it is,” you heard him exclaim from inside.

Sighing you made your way to where he stood. A large display of old computers anchored to the wall.

“You should do it yourself,” you looked at Bucky with a smirk. “I don't handle equipment this old.”

Bucky only snorted in response and moved with his gun to another side of the room, leaving you in complete silence to do your job.

You moved quietly and sat down in front of the machines. You plugged them into the power source you brought in your suitcase and in a few minutes they began to work.

The mission was simple. There was one of the old HYDRA bases that contained specific information that Fury needed to find. Up to that point, they had searched about seven abandoned bases without any success. So there you were with Bucky, at the eighth base they had identified, digging through old commands and in another language trying to find the information they needed.

Ever since they left the Complex that morning you were convinced you would find nothing. They had already raided several bases and there were still a few more to go. The probability that you would find that information at that time was…

Bingo.

“Got it,” you exclaimed to Bucky.

You heard his hurried footsteps and then felt the warmth of his body next to you.

“Is that it?”

“Just a folder.”

“And why does it load so slowly?”

“It's an old computer, Bucky, it works at its own pace.”

Bucky gave you a sidelong glance. “Wish you understood me like you understand that thing.”

“Aish,” you pouted by way of mockery. “Jealous, Barnes?”

The aforementioned just snorted.

The load was running at forty percent and truth be told, yes, it was too slow. But you could do nothing but wait, there was no way to speed it up.

Bucky paced back and forth behind you and you just watched the green lines move as if that helped at all. But, well, what else could you do?

At one point, as the charge was about to reach eighty percent, you heard interference on your communicators.

“Argh,” you shook your head and raised your hand to move the device a little away until the sound died down. “Steve?”

There was no response.

You turned to look at Bucky, who had the same quizzical expression.

The interference returned and then you heard Steve's voice distorted.

“… of… moment!”

“What the fuck is he saying?”

Bucky remained silent, tapping the device on his ear as if that would fix it.

But you saw it before you heard Steve's voice again.

A clump of people through the window. A freshly loaded cannon.

“Barnes…”

And at that moment, Steve's voice filled them with clarity.

“It's an ambush! Get out of there now!”

The quickness of the impact didn't let you process what was happening. Less than a second after hearing Steve the ground shook beneath your feet. The cracks in the floor started small and then swallowed you apart.

You held onto a beam, barely lucid enough. You propelled yourself upward, swinging your forearms over the patch of ground that was still intact. You heard Bucky's grunts in the distance. He was surely all right.

You heard him call out to you too, but as soon as you could sit down on the ground, the first thing you did was to reach for the pendrive.

Your heart was pounding, so hard it might as well have flown out on its own. Your breathing accelerated, with adrenaline rushing through your body was the only thing you could feel. At that moment you felt capable of anything.

You stood up quickly to look out the window again. The people were gone and the cannon had been destroyed.

It was at that moment that you realized that Steve was still talking on the communicator.

“I'm fine,” you replied, after being able to decipher his words amidst the constant buzzing from the sound of the explosion and the dizziness you felt at the sight of the hole next to you.

“Okay, you're both fine,” the Captain spoke again.

“Y/N, you can get down from there and get to the floor below. I'll catch you.”

At the sound of Bucky's voice, you moved away from the window.

Bucky had landed on the floor below, and yes, from where you were you could jump up and you'd probably have nothing but a cramp.

“How's it going up there?”

“Well, the shields are holding up okay, but I've got poor vision. I think they're regrouping somewhere else.”

You looked around.

Most of the floor had swallowed up the computers, but the main one was still loading the document. You could see the green from where you were. It was at ninety-seven percent.

But it was dangerous to get too close. The pendrive was dangling from the main computer which was about to succumb to the cracked floor.

There was some concrete left in front of the computers that you could walk across, so, without a second thought, you mapped out a mental guidance plan and moved forward.

“Y/N, what the fuck are you doing?”

“I'm getting the pendrive.”

“What? Are you insane? That side of the floor isn't going to support your weight!”

“Yes it will. I know how to do it.”

You started walking all over the remaining edge of the floor in front of what was left of the computers. Small pieces would break off as you passed causing Bucky to hiss.

“Y/N, you'd better stop and get down right now. There's still a risk of them firing again.”

“I'm gonna get it, Barnes.”

“Y/N! Get down, now!”

Ignoring his command, you held onto the remaining wall in front of you as you continued on your way, almost reaching where the pendrive was, about to fall into the abyss.

Ninety-eight percent.

“Y/N!”

“Fucking hell, Barnes, will you shut the fuck up? Your yelling is breaking my concentration.”

“You want me to just stay quiet while you walk to your certain death?”

“I'm not going to dieee- ahh-”

Your left foot, the one in front, wobbled as a piece of the floor came loose. You clung tightly to the wall as best you could, breathing deeply to calm your racing heart. Panicking at that moment wasn't going to do any good.

“God, I can't believe this,” you heard Bucky's voice, muttering to himself. “Now are you really going to get off?”

His voice sounded reprimanding, but agitated. In the midst of that mess, you wondered for a moment if he was really worried.

“I'm almost there.”

You heard him grunt in the distance.

You kept moving your feet in the direction of the main computer, this time more cautiously and more slowly. The floor all along that edge was too cracked, on the verge of falling. You were surprised it had lasted this long.

At that point, Bucky started talking to Steve, but you kept your full concentration on not falling. Maybe Bucky was right and you really didn't have any regard for your life, but…. No, no. You were very sure of what you were doing. You couldn't give up without trying everything. Maybe for Bucky it was too risky, but that was your life. And you knew you could do it.

Ninety-nine.

You had reached the critical point on the ground.

The voices of the two men were becoming too overwhelming, so you quickly took off your communicator and stuffed it in one of your tactical pants pockets.

“What the fuck did you just do?” Bucky exclaimed, a considerable distance away. He wasn't as far away as you thought.

“Your voices are distracting me!”

Good. You were close. Maybe from there you could reach it… if you stretched a little… a little more… a little- Whoop. Nope. You weren't that close. Another chunk of floor fell and with it everything around you shifted. The concrete was so unstable that it tilted further into the abyss after your not at all incredible maneuver.

You had to get even closer.

You had to use plan c.

But for that, the pendrive had to be one hundred percent charged and you weren't sure you could wait for that. Or well, you weren't sure the floor would hold. You had to be quick.

You heard Bucky behind you, but his words were carried away by the wind. You couldn't focus on him because that would be too distracting.

So, arriving at point x, you executed your plan as quickly as possible.

You ran. Even if the world was falling down, you ran. In the direction of the pendrive. The green number didn't change. You took a deep breath. You felt the sparks fly around you. The sound of the ground cracking was going to haunt you in several dreams.

You picked up the pendrive. You would have a few extra seconds as you leaned over and climbed over the computers to gain momentum.

The bing of the computer filled you with a rush of adrenaline.

One hundred percent.

You jumped. You held your breath for a second. Nerves built up in your throat. You felt like you were going to lose consciousness for a minute. Maybe you heard Bucky in the background, you weren't sure, but knowing him he was probably still scolding you.

In the midst of a deep exhalation…

Your feet hit the ground. You rolled. You moved quickly as you turned to see that the ground was still falling. You got up and ran.

You ran until you collided with a solid body. Bucky was shaking your shoulders.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" he exclaimed, his face angry.

You could hear Steve's voice through his communicator because of how close he was.

“Shit.”

He grabbed your arm and you ran again.

Somehow, Bucky managed to get you out of the building as they bombed it again. You had a gunfight the moment you touched the cold snow.

You moved alongside Bucky like a symphony, aiming and firing with your gun until you managed to get away.

When you noticed that you kept going and kept running…

“Where's Steve?”

“If you had your fucking communicator on…”

Bucky grabbed your hand again to keep running.

You quickly reached a shack that looked abandoned and the man next to you wasted no time in letting go of you and running in the direction of what appeared to be a garage. There was a motorcycle.

You reached into your pocket only to realize that the communicator had been destroyed.

And Bucky looked too angry to want to talk.

“Get on.”

He drove all the way into town, but he didn't stop there.

You were on the road for at least about two hours. You had no idea where you were.

Somewhere along that trip, Bucky stopped in front of another abandoned shack and from there he pulled out a car. He set the bike on fire.

You went back on the road, for at least another hour.

Until you reached a small town and Bucky finally stopped in front of a house that didn't look so neglected.

“They destroyed the Quinjet's shields at missile point. Steve had to leave. We'll stay here until I can get through to Fury and we know what to do.”

His voice gave no room for retorts.

Present.

Well, yes, you were a bit reckless during missions, but so what? You got what you needed thanks to your incredible action plans and always came out unscathed. If you didn't do that during missions, how far behind would they be now in their knowledge against the enemy? They would probably be sitting ducks. Bucky didn't see that.

You two didn't talk for much of the afternoon and evening. You had spent it in the living room, trying to avoid the mess he had made to get something to eat and rest. You had perhaps slept for about three hours when you woke up and saw him sitting in one of the dining room chairs. The room looked cleaner than before.

Bucky sighed when he realized you had woken up.

“I'm sorry I yelled at you.”

You frowned. “What?”

“Earlier when we arrived. And for all the mess,” he averted his gaze when you leaned on your forearm to get a better look at him.

“Don't you think it was the least you could do?” quizzical, you sat back on the couch.

“Weren't you the one who said I don't know how to talk like a civilized adult?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Sometimes.”

“Well, now I want to. That's why I deeply apologize for reacting that way.”

You remained silent, not really knowing how to answer him. On the previous mission you'd had with Bucky, when the whole mess was over and you were quietly in the Quinjet taking it all in, Bucky had only said “you're fucking crazy” to you before exiting the aircraft. There was no scolding, at least not from him, no complaining, no yelling. Just that. And with that you stayed for a week because you never even saw him again.

Despite the number of times you had heard that, you couldn't see it that way. That was your job, that was what you did and you didn't dislike it. You had done it forever, it was basically your way of life and you had always done it excellently. You trained and practiced for situations like that, that's why you were part of SHIELD's risk management team for so long. You used to risk your life like that to save other people and it didn't bother you. Now you were still doing it, also to save people. There was no dark reason behind it. You were contributing to a common good and that was enough.

“I guess I haven't made things bearable for you either,” you admitted with a hint of remorse.

“No, never,” Bucky shook his head in agreement.

“I'm sorry I scared you,” the words slipped from your mouth. You wanted to say something else, but, well, that had to work.

Bucky let out a short laugh. His head jerked in sync, his shoulders loose as if he didn't have a care in the world. For a moment you felt like you were somewhere else; maybe in a living room, some alcoholic beverage in one of your hands as one of your favorite songs played softly in the background, and Bucky. Bucky sitting in front of you, just like that moment.

Wow. What the fuck was that?

“You apologize for my reaction, but not for what you did?” his sly grin was getting on your nerves. You preferred it when he wasn't trying to upset you at the point of smirks. You never thought that was a weapon he could use against you.

Feelings.

Ew.

No, I hate Bucky Barnes. This is unacceptable. Mind, get your shit together.

“Well, I tried to do that earlier and you didn't care. I don't know what you want from me, Barnes,” you turned your head away, nonchalantly playing with your hair to avoid seeing those light eyes again.

“You'd better leave it at that. I couldn't take that knack away from you if I tried for years,” the sigh that accompanied his words reminded you of something you'd thought of when you were in the building. His face still looked calm, but a little upset by the wrinkle between his eyebrows.

“Why do you care so much about that?” you asked him directly now that you had the chance.

You looked at him as he turned his head away, his eyes roaming over your face, confused.

“Are you asking me why I care about your life?”

Puzzled, you shrugged. His look almost made you think that was a weird thing to ask, but was it really? “Yes. Well…. You hate me.”

“What? I don't hate you,” Bucky shook his head, his face more contracted than before as if you'd said he had cat ears on his head. He looked almost offended.

And that was the really strange thing.

You mean, almost as long as you'd known Bucky your relationship had been based on fights and demeaning adjectives to each other. That he would say that made even less sense than you asking him why he cared so much about you. He had to be pulling your leg.

“What? But I hate you because you hate me,” you explained vaguely, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. That was one way of putting it; that is to say, Bucky never gave any indication that he didn't hate you. Or well…

“I don't hate you,” Bucky shrugged, his nonchalant expression confusing you that much more. “You're just a little… insufferable sometimes.”

You rolled your eyes. “That's just a synonym for hating.”

“I don't hate you,” he repeated, this time turning to look you in the eye. For a moment you felt like your breath caught in your throat and you were going to choke. “I know we argue and say a lot of things to each other, but… hating is too strong a feeling.”

“Are you really serious?” you shook your head to get the extraneous thoughts out; that wasn't the time to make a discovery, to realize you had lived a lie.

“Yes. And just to make you more sure, I wouldn't mind hanging out with you outside the Complex,” Bucky blurted out, matter-of-factly.

Your head went blank.

“WHAT?”

Several seconds stunned.

Bucky barely cracked a smile at your dumbfounded expression. It sure looked like you'd actually seen cat ears grow on his head. The things he was now saying… they didn't make sense. “You dislike the idea that much?”

“Do you want to not say things so drastically different every moment? You're changing my perception of reality.”

Bucky kept his small smile and you had to swallow hard to ignore the warmth that settled in your chest. It wasn't welcome, not at that moment. The sound of that music in the living room in your head was getting louder, as if your own mind wanted to mock your surprise.

“Well, back to your question,” Bucky moved his hands nonchalantly over his lap and your eyes followed his movement unashamedly, “I don't see why I shouldn't care about your life. We are partners, after all.”

Partners? After all you had been through? Were you partners? Did Bucky believe that?

“Are we?” you didn't try to hide the incredulous tone that accompanied your words, because it already sounded like you'd just stepped through the door into a parallel dimension.

“Sure,” Bucky nodded to emphasize your words and the calm expression on his face became more familiar with each passing second. Could it be that that had always been the reality and you had been deprived of it? “We've known each other for five years.”

“I always thought you hated me…” you mumbled to yourself, looking lost because your head recalling every fight of the last few years, since you met him, every tongue out and every exalted word, but his incredible hearing clearly picked up what you said as if you had murmured it in his ear.

“Surely it was a mistake in communication.”

“Mistake?” you frowned at his reassurance. “You always called me stubborn and childish every chance you got.”

“I thought we were annoying each other. Although, of course,” his face became a little more serious, “there were times when I knew you hated me intensely. You said really hurtful things, what was I supossed to do? That's why I never bothered to talk to you like this. You did hate me.”

“Because I thought you…! Argh.”

Bucky smiled again.

“You're the insufferable one, Barnes.”

You hated the way your head snapped back to that image in the living room, so peaceful and calm, so serene and warm, the moment his barely noticeable smile hit you again. You had barely managed to get those words out of your mouth before you felt yourself running out of breath again.

Were you asthmatic?

And why was your head suddenly filled with platonic thoughts you'd never had before in your life?

What the fuck was happening to you?

“This is the longest civilized conversation we've ever had,” Bucky spoke again, his gaze wandering somewhere in the room.

Yes, that was true. Whenever you talked for this long it was always to argue and say hurtful things to each other. But you were too surprised by everything he had said, because just yesterday he told you that he didn't want to come on this mission with you either and in his eyes you were sure you saw something like what you felt. Something of hatred, when you saw your eyes through his.

Did you just… imagine it all?

Did you think he hated you because you hated him too?

Or maybe you wanted to convince yourself that he hated you. Maybe it was easier to deal with that than with the idea that you…

Oh no.

No, no, no. There's no fucking way that's it.

But then Bucky stood up and with his smug, know-it-all, hateful look, with that sly, evil grin, like he'd always known everything, like he was squirming around enjoying your confused stare, he held out his hand to you and said:

“Shall we fix something to eat?”

Oh, no, you were screwed.

a/n: thank u so much for reading!! <3

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sunnyfucks · 1 year

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can i request a fic? seducing innocent sunoo smut fem reader please

ofc you can. requests are always open with me <3 thankyou anon! i hope you’d like this hahshahsjs // ps. i really enjoyed writing this. im sorry it took so long im currently having a vacation kahshahs.

“IM ALL YOURS ! ” innocent stuco president sunoo x stuco vice president fem reader.

cw : friends to lovers (i got carried away lol this is so good), SMUT, suggestive, making out, marking, reader seducing sunoo and him being desperate, poor sunoo lol, grinding, reader’s “just the tip” agenda and oh no it failed lmao. reader cursing.

“do you know how to kiss?” you confidently asked. sunoo, your student council president bestfriend looked up and met your eyes... your eyes that is obviously scanning his lips. “no i dont, why would you ask that?” he responded before going back to his laptop’s screen. “and why do you even have time to think of that? we’re literally rushing files” you shrugged and tapped your pen on your desk, trying to get sunoo’s attention more knowing he hates when you’re making those noises everytime he’s working as a “stuco president”

and ofcourse, you did gain his attention. sunoo quickly looked at you with his most fox-like stare ever and you immediately bursted out laughing. “what’s wrong, noo? you look so intense” you joked. sunoo brushed his hair back and exhaled, “what’s wrong? you seem out of it today. you’re usually the one rushing through files but now you seem like you don’t care at all” sunoo was looking straight at your eyes to find answers on his own, but it only showed how naughty you’re being.

“well, tbh im not really in the mood to do all this. we’re at my room, what do you expect? ofcourse i’d feel sleepy and all that stuff” you excused. sunoo brushed his hair back once again, “but we’ve always done stuco duties here? what’s up with you?” he irritatedly said. a smirk crept up your lips and leaned forward on the table.

“hmmm, then what do you say about chilling with me for the mean time? i’ll do all this in an instant tonight.” you suggested. safe to say you saw a glimpse of spark pass through sunoo’s eyes. well, if there’s one person who feels really tired inside your room, its most probably sunoo. “come on pres, aren’t you tired? you’ve been working so hard slack it off” you insisted as you stood up infront of sunoo, with your hands placed around your hips. “are you sure you can finish all this tonight?” he looks at you under his lashes, you could only smile and nod. “come on, noo!” sunoo sighed for the last time before shutting both yours and his laptops down. you smiled and pulled him up and immediately and jokingly pushed him on your bed. not that he minded tho, you’ve always done unquestionable things whenever you feel goofy or excited.

“hmm? what should i play?” you mumble as you scan through your spotify playlist. sunoo only watches as he finds his fingers trailing his hair again. he doesn’t know but he just think it calms him down whenever he does the action. after doing so, he laid his head back and this is what he hates the most inside your room.. your pillows. it feels so soft and it smells so much like you, it doesn’t help that he really finds your smell attractive.

“what’s your perfume? i really like the smell” you turned your head back at sunoo only to find his eyes closed shut. you smiled and started walking up to him as soon as you played the song you’ve been meaning to play since the moment sunoo came inside your room ...or even since last night when you kept on thinking about how to seduce your bestfriend.

song recommendation : click

“hmm? you wanna smell?” you teased and jumped on the bed. sunoo hissed when your bed jiggled, “why are you so excited today?” he asked. you only giggled and placed your head under your pillow. as silence filled your room, he can’t help but watch your room closely. he’d been here a dozen times but this is probably the first time he noticed how your room looks very minimalistic. sunoo kept looking around until his eyes noticed your ass. he was laying against his back and you were laying against your front, giving him the most pretty view of it. a smirk unknowingly crept up your lips when you felt a hand putting a blanket over your waist, it just gave you a hundred more reasons to continue seducing sunoo.

you turned around and sunoo met your eyes. “what?” he asked and its now your turn to hiss. “vampires, real or myth?” you asked. sunoo’s eyebrows forrowed and he tried hard to keep his laugh to himself, “tell me you’re using tiktok way too much without telling me you’re using tiktok way too much” he ended up laughing after that.

as sunoo kept on throwing his head back due to laughing so much, you sat up and started unbottoning your blouse. halfway through it, you definitely gained his attention as he stopped laughing and immediately covered his eyes when he realized you’re being serious with taking it off. “what the hell are you doing?” he questions, panicking. you on the other hand feels enjoyment with how he’s reacting. “come on, sun.. vampires, real or myth?”

“you’re still going on for that?!” he answers, with his big hands still covering his face. sunoo’s cheeks are bright flushed as well as his ears, making you chuckle and he only let out a snicker. “didn’t you say you love watching twilight? you even said its not rated 18 so why are you acting like this? im only asking about vampires...” you say, trying to sound innocent. “but you’re stripping!”

sunoo heard the loudest silence he could ever hear, thus he slowly slid his fingers away from his eyes. he saw you sitting infront of him with your blouse opened but it didn’t reveal anything from you. but lets say, the sudden drop of sunoo’s intense shoulder didn’t go unnoticed by you. “w- what are you doing?” he stutters. you shrugged and gave him the best view of your neck. “you told me i smell nice. come, smell me.” you answers. sunoo shaked his head in confusion, “what? then why did you have to even undo your blouse and ask me if vampires are-”

“id appreciate if you’d keep your pretty mouth shut, pres” you said before shutting sunoo off by pulling his face close to your neck. sunoo felt his lips subtly touch your neck at the sudden action, and he felt amazingly good the moment your perfume tickled his nose. “wow, you smell really good” sunoo compliments as he snuggles more closely to your neck. it felt like he suddenly forgot the distance or border you guys should have.

sunoo felt butterflies errupt inside his stomach when he felt your fingers playing with his hair. “your hair smells good sun” he looked up and stared right in your eyes. “you smell so good” he compliments back. he doesn’t care if he’d sound like a robot in repeat, there’s this warm fuzzy feelings errupting inside him and he can’t seem to handle it well.

silence filled the room once again, both you and sunoo realizing the position you’re currently in. you, sitting straight up while sunoo’s infront looking up at you, giving you the perfect and most ethereal view of his long black lashes, brown honey fox-like eyes, and plump lips. not to mention he has the habit of pouting his lips thus it made his lips look more inviting. “you really are a pretty one, aren’t you?” sunoo smiled as he feels the warmth of your fingers trailing on his neck, “your pretty boy” he says before closing his eyes to meet your lips.

sunoo felt awkward and shy because of how much the realization that he doesn’t know how to kiss slapped him, but you already has your lips on his and he doesn’t want to waste this moment just to say his concerns. you, on the other hand, felt sunoo stiffened under your touch and the kiss feels incredibly wrong. sunoo not only seem clueless with what he’s doing but he also seem like he’s holding himself back way too much, so you gripped his neck tighter and pulled him closer to you. he then felt your hand moving upwards through his hair and felt how you guided his head to the side.

you broke the kiss and the sound of his lips against you made you feel hotter than ever. you two haven’t maked out perfectly yet but sunoo’s lips already looks so red, wet, and puffy. “damn fuck your lips looks so good” you said, getting distracted at the sight. sunoo smiled and his whiskers appeared. “and we have to use that to perfect use, okay?” you raised a brow and he nodded. sunoo’s cheeks later on was filled with a bright red tint.

“it seems like you’re holding yourself way too much, that’s why the kiss isn’t moving pace at all. what’s holding you back?” you honestly questions, sunoo brushed his hair back in shyness and avoided eye contact. “this is the first time i’ve kissed someone, i don’t know what to do and what to not” he answers shyly. you then smiled and held his neck once again, making sunoo look at your eyes. “don’t hold back sun, okay? its okay, i’ll guide you”

you didn’t waste any second as you found yourself smashing his lips on yours the moment he nodded. you didn’t hold back and gave the best make out you could ever give, and it did help sunoo gain confidence as he started swirling his tongue inside your mouth. “enjoying?” you tease and sunoo only humms in response while watching you with half-lidded eyes bitting his bottom lip.

sunoo leaned in desperately and hurriedly captures your lips and this time, he does not only humms but also moans in the kiss. he feels shy and embarrassed but he can’t stop himself from letting all the lewd noises out, not when you’re giving him so much love and attention. “you’re so cute~” he whines at your sudden compliment. he can’t understand but he feels so small and fragile and he totally likes it. sunoo gave the hottest moan when he felt your lips sucking on his skin, there’s this sting of pain coming from it, but the sound of your lips plopping against his neck gave him so much wetness under his pants.

when he can’t handle it anymore, he found his hand pulling you close to his and licked your earlobes. he kept on panting and the hotness of his breath made your skin shiver. “what’s happening, sun?” you asked when you noticed how he kept on whining. and he himself can’t answer that cause even him doesn’t know why he keeps squirming.

with both of your lips swollen from the previous act of intimacy and some evident light red marks on his skin, sunoo muttered, “v- vampires... real” while eyeing your slightly exposed chest. you forrowed your eyebrows and was about to burst out laughing when sunoo jumped making you lay your back down as he hovers on top of you, and with his lips dangerously close to your collarbones. “i don’t know how to do this” he said, looking down at you while breathing heavily, “but i want to suck your skin so bad”

a success smirk laced through your face. sunoo breathes heavily once again, panting while basically hovering above you. he looks like he’s about to cry out of frustration and desperation, so you slowly slid your fingers around the back of his neck and guided him to your sweet spot. “place your lips on my skin, kiss it like how you did earlier, sip it then bite it playfully, not much but enough to leave redness.” you instruct. sunoo kept whining above you and its giving you more ego boost. “come on, sun.. do it”

a moan slip pass your mouth the moment sunoo attached his lip on your skin. it was messy and sloppy, sunoo kept on whining as he grinds himself down on you while he bites and suck on your skin. “i can’t do this anymore, why is this so good?” he said, shaking. you opened your eyes and watched how sunoo squirms above you. he kept bucking his hips forward to get some friction to somehow make him feel good. “ah i can’t do this i can’t do this i can’t do this” he squirms. you then held sunoo’s waist to help him get a steady pace.

even tho you did seduce sunoo, you never thought it’d reach this level. you never thought you’d watch as he shakes above you, as he desperately grinds himself for his own ease, as he kept whining and whining looking all fragile and vulnerable.. sunoo has never acted this way, and getting to see this new side of him, your shoulders’s definitely up high.

“i- i want to do it” you heard sunoo suddenly mumbles. you raised your eyebrow while still helping him grind above you, “i.. i really want to do i want to do it i want to do it... i want to do it” he repeatedly whines. your stomach tightened at the sight infront of you. you just made the most reserved student council president a big wreck of a mess. after the realization, you held sunoo’s hips tighter and used it to support yourself to get up. sunoo kind of stopped grinding himself and watched you sit up while still having him on your lap. he definitely looks like a baby you forever want to tease and take care of.

sunoo closed his eyes and you left a peck near his temples, “you really want to?” you questions and he nodded way too fast. you chuckled and nodded back. “please teach me how.. i don’t know what to do and i want you to feel-” he stopped midway and avoided your gaze. “hmm? feel?” you tease. “sun?” you call. he sighed and said, “feel good. i want to make you feel good”

“okay, but you’d listen well, okay?”

you’re now laying on your back with sunoo standing on the edge of your bed, holding both of your thighs wide open. “please rub your tip along my folds, sun. you can spread my wetness so it wouldn’t be too hard for you to enter” you instruct. sunoo breathed and started rubbing his tip to your folds.

moans from you and sunoo enveloped your room. thank goodness no one’s home, cause whoever may walk pass your room would immediately know what kind of “stuco studies” you and sunoo had been doing for the pass hours. “t- this feels so good, what am i going to do next?” he said, shakiness laced through his sentences. “push your tip in” you mumbled under your breath.

sunoo squirms once again when he felt his tip go in, he was never expecting having sex could feel this good. halfway through it, when he was about to push everything in, you held his hand and stopped him from moving. “don’t push everything in, just use your tip”

sunoo’s innocent when it comes to stuffs like these, he doesn’t know alot of things but he’s definitely not oblivious. he knows what you’re doing and he’s not one bit satisfied nor happy by it. “don’t do this to me” he pleaded. “yah don’t do this...” you giggled and slightly sat up, using your elbows to support yourself, “be a good boy and listen to me. use your tip only and nothing else” sunoo whined, but since he desperately needs some sort of friction and ease, he stood by doing what you instructed him to do. so he started going in and out with only his tip. it does makes him feel good and so are you, but it feels not enough for sunoo and he’s craving for more.

you bit your bottom lip to prevent a smile from forming on your lips. you have your eyes closed shut as sunoo’s desperate whiny moans rings through your ears. “please, please i can’t do this anymore” he pleaded once again, thrusting his hips slowly to prevent himself from going all in. “please, i really can’t do this anymore”

listening to sunoo’s whiny moans continued for some time, you disregarded his every pleads and only thought of your own enjoyment. you heard sunoo sighed deeply and before you know it, he’s now holding you on your hips tightly. sunoo pulled you closer to him and you were so startled by the sudden aggressive move he showed you had to actually open your eyes and look at him confusingly. “what the fuck are you doing sun-”

“please..” he breathes, “please let me have you first. you can do whatever you want after, im all yours..” was the last thing sunoo said before pushing everything in all at once and thrusting rougher than ever.

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robloxmythoids · 6 months

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hiiii :) could you pretty please do a (PLATONIC!!!!!!!) PartyGuest & kid reader where the reader's panicking because they're lost and Pest calms them down? kind of a hurt/comfot thingy I guess

(a drabble would be preferred but if headcanons are easier then you can do that instead!!)

poob & pest helping a kid reader !!!!

kid reader lost at the subway :-(

HIII IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG stuff got in the way :-( its extra long just for u tho as an apology !!! idk if you're into partybeetle (poob/pest) i kept their relationship vague so anyone can interpret it in any way . reader also really likes bugs 🙏🙏🙏hope u enjoy anony !!!!

Tears well up in your eyes as you aimlessly wander around what feels like the maze of your busy city. Your parents had deemed you old enough to start going home on your own instead of bothering to come pick you up, leaving you all alone in the middle of a city. Clearly, you didn't practice your route home enough, because you were anxiously trying to get home.

The city was big. Like, really really big. Big enough for a tiny child like you to hopelessly walk around, desperate to find any sort of familiar store or house. The soon to be setting sun makes your growing nerves flare, your eyes sting from the sight. You miss the warm wooden floors, the big soft carpet in the middle of the living room that your mom told you to stop laying on even though it was really comfy.

Shoving back tears, you stare down at the concrete, aimlessly walking around and traversing It feels like you've been walking for forever, and even though it's only been 30 minutes, it's too much for your little legs to handle. You pick up the pace, trying to walk faster and find your house and escape this horror.

Soon, you start running, dashing along the streets as your sort-of-too-big-bag hits against your back. Where's my house!? You think to yourself, tears blurring your vision. You're only a kid, you don't wanna end up on the streets!!! What if your parents never find you!? What if you end up as a kid on the back of a milk carton!?!? What if—

With blurred vision, you flinch as you bump into someone, jumping back. As a child, it's nothing to have to crane your head to look up at people, but this person is tall. Taller than you've really had to deal with. Sniffling, your eyes dart around, examine your surroundings.

A subway, you think, based on how dim it is now. You remember your parents taking you here when the car was broken that one time. How did you get here? You look back to person you bumped into.

They were tall, bright yellow skin and big blue eyes staring back down at you. A party hat sits lopsided on their head and one of those party horn things, the ones that you like hearing at birthday parties. "Huh?" They ask, peering down at you. Their fluffy hair bounces with their movements, looking blurry in your tear filled vision.

You open your mouth to apologize for bumping into them, but all that comes out is a choked sob. A few of the tears you were struggling to hold back cascade down your face, one, three, four, five, until hot and wet globs of salty liquid pour down your cheeks. It's too much. This is too much. You wanna go home, not talk to some random robloxian, as cool as their party hat was!!!

"Ah– Hey, don't cry!!" They quickly try to comfort. You flinch a little as they pick you up, holding you with somewhat ease and pulling you up to be eye to eye. They stare at you, a concerned frown on your face. "Whaddya doing here? Are you lost?!" They ask frantically, clearly not very good at comfort.

Still, it's good enough. Shakily, you nod, your throat feeling too closed up to let out anything that won't be embarrassing. The party themed robloxian blinks at you worriedly, not quite sure how to address the situation. They try to help anyways, thinking.

"Where r u coming back from??" They ask, tilting their head at you. You mutter out the broken answer of "*School,*" and they pout just as much as you at the mention of that wretched place. "Blegh." They mumble playfully, sticking out their tongue in mock disgust. "I hate that place."

Both you and the robloxian picking you up jump at the sudden voice of someone speaking, a voice a bit deeper than the one in front of you. You turn, blinking before shrinking back in surprise at the sight of him. Another robloxian, muttering something in another language.

He looks pretty standard for a robloxian, normal cap, porcelain white skin, a sweater with stylized red text that look like the Roblox logo on it in, just in a different language. What really gets you, though, are his manibles, chittering as they huff. Their eyes are a piercing red, a shade casted over their gaze from their cap. Normally, you would've been terrified, but they look like a beetle!! You love beetles!!!

"Pest!" The other person says excitedly, smiling happily at the beetle-like person. The name certaintly adds up. "Do u have ur phone on u? I forgot mine at home, and this guy needs to call their parents..." They ask, and he tilts their gaze towards you.

Pest just sort of blinks at you, clearly not having expected his (who you think is) friend to be holding a child in their hands. Still, he sighs, obliging. "Yes, I do, Poob." They murmur, fishing through their pockets and pulling out a phone. You squint. It's an android.

"Thank u!!" The party robloxian, Poob apparently, smiles. They set you down and Pest tugs you along to a bench, sitting you down inbetween him and them. You awkwardly sit there, stealing little glances at the beetle next to you. They have beetle horns. It's so cool.

Poob hands you the phone and you awkwardly fumble around with the keypad, trying to think. ...You sorta don't remember what your mom's phone number was. But that's okay!!! You can figure it out. You read a book that said your gut will tell you which one is right. Somewhat nervously, you try and find the right one. Settling on what you pray is the correct one, you hand it back to Poob, letting them dial it and wait to see if it picks up.

As Poob works on calling your parents, you turn to look at Pest sitting next to you. You stare in awe and excitement at him. Mandibles. Beetle horns. How cool is that!? You wish you had horns!!! Curiously, you reach out to him, poking their mandible lightly.

As soon as you poke at Pest, he jumps away from the touch, flinching back. He yelps something in that same language as before. He narrows his eyes on you and you giggle, wanting to feel the sharp edges of them more. "DO NOT." He hisses at you, clearly not sharing the sentiment as they lean away from you.

Giggling, you lean closer, all previous fears of ending up as a missing child poster forgotten as you poke at him again. Another yelp comes out of him and Poob chuckles behind you, watching as you torment poor Pest.

Eventually, Pest gives up to his fate. He mutters under their breath about being unable to hurt a child as you giggle and poke at them with excitement, feeling his horns and looking at his extra arms. Poob stifles their giggles as they speak on the phone to your parents, informing them of your location. You can hear Pest let out soft grumbles as you giggle joyfully.

Soon enough, the familiar sound of your mom calling for your name catches your attention. Poob and Pest look up, watching as your mom tugs you up out of your seat. "Bye bye!!" Poob does a mock salute, picking you up again and holding you up to eye level. They blow their party horn at you, and in response you blow a raspberry back, soft giggles escaping the both of you.

As Poob sets you down, you immediately rush to hug Pest, and he freezes in place. Still, he hugs you bag, giving you a gentle squeeze that makes you beam. It's brief, but comforting nonetheless. Your mom thanks them for the help and you walk away, beaming with the knowledge that you have two new friends. Maybe you should visit the subway more often!!

#i have never written poob and pest forgive meee #this was WAY longer than i expected . when i said drabbles i meant like 500 but ykyk .....#hope u enjoyed anony !!!! im sorry if it wasnt up to ur tastes x[ i tried my best !#roquests #ronony #<- fir anonymous requests #pest regretevator #poob regretevator #x reader

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heavenlyfay3 · 7 months

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By Sawyer-Lovely little fanfic for you guys until im done with the other three🤗

warnings:dubcon stepcest smut breeding

Rafe x Reader

There you were stuck under your bed trying to get the shoes you left on your bedroom floor weeks ago. your skirt was ridden up revealing your ass you were squirming trying to get out but realizing it wasn’t happening unless someone helped you.

“God, things like this only happen to me”

You remembered you left your door slightly open so if you yelled hoping someone might hear you

“Hello is anyone there? Sarah…someone help I'm stuck!”

“Y/n?”

you immediately recognized the voice of your stepbrother Rafe

“Rafe!? hey help me I'm stuck!”

“yea i can see that and in a very flattering position”

“what Rafe? just help me please!” you couldn’t hear very well under your bed so you disregarded what he said thinking you misheard him

“Fine i’ll help you” Rafe grabbed your hips and tried pulling you from under your bed each time he yanked you, your ass jiggled and he couldn’t help but notice.

“come on Rafe your not even trying!” you said annoyed that you were still stuck

“well if you’re gonna be a brat about it then maybe i won’t help you”

“huh what do you mean?”

Rafe didn’t say anything he just grabbed you and lifted your ass up so that it was in the air (you could’ve 100% got yourself out you knew what you were doing😜)

“did you really need help? or did you just want some attention?” Rafe said giving your ass a light slap

“i-i didn’t realize I could get myself out” (LIAR🫵🏽)

“I mean if you wanted to fuck you could’ve just asked Princess,” Rafe said pulling your panties to the side

he pushed down his pants and pulled out his cock he slowly rubbed his tip along your slit just as he got to your hole he started slowly pushing his cock inside you

“Oh my god” your jaw went slack at the feeling of him stuffing his huge cock Inside you, you couldn't help but grip the carpet underneath your hands

He immediately started thrusting deep and slow You could hear him groaning “Rafe w-we shouldn’t be doing this”

he held your hips and started thrusting faster hitting all the right spots and making your eyebrows knit together you covered your mouth to stop from moaning

You can't help it the feeling of his cock is sending you over the edge. your cunt is taking him so well and you couldn’t think straight you couldn’t help moaning and whimpering

You can feel every inch of him as it slides in and out of you, with each thrust you got louder and louder it was so wrong but it felt so good

his thrust became sloppier and his breathing became heavier you could feel his cock twitch inside you

You start moving back onto his cock fucking yourself as he cums inside you his hot seed filling you up as it throbs and twitches he's whimpering and groaning in such a slutty way

you cum around his now soft cock still inside you as he tries to catch his breath "holy shit"

a/n: idk idk Sometimes it's really hard to like explain sexual situations I'm trying my best tho!🥲👍🏽

tag list: @love4ldr

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thatjadedhotmess · 2 years

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what have they done?

pairings/characters: pantalone x gn!reader and arlecchino x gn!reader

warnings⚠️: mentions of blood, cuts and wounds, skin to skin contact, angst to fluff

synopsis: anon's description; Hiii<3 can I request angst hcs of how Arlecchino and Pantalone would be if their harbinger s/o went missing for months and when s/o came back s/o seemed like numb and distant? Fluff ending tho pls<333

wc: 1.3k

note: it's much long than I expect heh it's basically a fic at this point .3. I hope u guys enjoy it ++ added notice that I won't be posting as often for the time being as ahh life's getting more busy for me sadly :") as always likes and rbs and notes are all greatly appreciated mwuaks <3

Pantalone (潘塔罗涅)

☁︎︎ He couldn't work properly after finding out that you had gone missing.

☁︎︎ You had gone with him for a dinner together as a celebration of your first anniversary spent together as a couple.

☁︎︎ You had excused yourself to the washroom that evening, kissing his forehead before you left the table, bringing one of his subordinates along with you.

☁︎︎ He only realised that you had gone missing since you hadn't gotten back to the table after 15 minutes. he asked one of his female subordinates to go check up on you only for her to report that you weren't inside the toilet.

☁︎︎ What really confirmed it for him though was a little gem the fatuus brought back. your little gem. One that Pantalone had given to you before going for the dinner as a gift.

☁︎︎ He immediately informs the rest of the harbingers and sends people out to find you.

☁︎︎ Who would've taken you? Why did they take you? Was it because of him? Because of who he is and what he does?

☁︎︎ Why did it have to be you he pondered, lying on your side of the bed. It was cold. It shouldn't be cold. It should be nice, and warm, and filled with you.

☁︎︎ He couldn't function. He couldn't work, he couldn't eat and he couldn't sleep. His once flawless skin now tainted as dark eyebags resided under his eyes.

☁︎︎ He was tired. It's been months since he last saw you and all he can think about is you. Your voice, your smile, your everything.

☁︎︎ So imagine his shock when he was told that you had been found. His mood instantly perked up hearing that though you weren't in good shape, you were alive and you were to be at the medical facility within headquarters by midnight.

☁︎︎ Though, he still couldn't believe what he saw when he stepped into the room you were in.

☁︎︎ Your skin was badly bruised along with cuts and lacerations that looked so very painful. the skin around your wrists especially raw. your hair was in knots and matted, the natural shine they used to have long gone.

☁︎︎ But the most noticeable thing he noticed? The sparkle in your eyes was gone. Now replaced with a distant look as you stared down at your lap while the doctors treated the wounds.

☁︎︎ What in the world did they do to you?

☁︎︎ "Y/n?" he called out softly, your name barely above a whisper as it left his lips, praying that you would respond.

☁︎︎ He didn't like what he saw, that he was going to admit. your glare icy as your brows furrowed when you turned your head to look at who had called out your name. His heart dropped again as he froze, seeing the state you were in on top of the death glare you sent him.

☁︎︎ Though, once you realised it was just pantalone, your eyes softened and your mouth dropping slightly agape, shocked that Pantalone was actually here.

☁︎︎ You pushed yourself of the bed you were on, nearly tripping over yourself as you stumbled into Pantalone's already opened arms.

☁︎︎ "Panta im-" "Darling, please. Please just let me hold you." The both of you crumpled onto the floor, holding each other as tears started to flow.

☁︎︎ Thank tsaritsa you made it back into his arms. Who knows what lengths he would've gone to if he didn't find you.

Arlecchino (阿蕾奇诺)

☁︎︎ Pretends that everything is normal.

☁︎︎ She found out that you had gone missing while on an expedition to inazuma to help with the recovery of signora.

☁︎︎ You had gone along with a few of her other subordinates while she stayed behind, having to finish way too much paperwork and reports from signora's death in a foreign region.

☁︎︎ Due to the distance between snezhnaya and Inazuma, she only received news of your disappearance almost a month after it happened.

☁︎︎ One of her subordinates had personally gone back to snezhnaya to report the devastating news to the Knave herself.

☁︎︎ Sge felt her heart and stomach drop after hearing the news, her hands balling into fists as her subordinate continued with his report on what happened.

☁︎︎ "Me and the others can vouch that y/n was right behind us and-" "Excuses," she spits, "Aren't you guys a team? Why the fuck was y/n left behind? You guys are all aware of what y/n means to me. So tell me, why was y/n of all people the one at the back?"

☁︎︎ The room went dead silent after she finished her sentence, the lower fatui member not daring to say anything, fearing that if he did, he might not live to see the next moment.

☁︎︎ "Send more people out to find y/n immediately if you haven't already done so. I expect your next report on updates to come in within 48 hours."

☁︎︎ She… well… was not ok, at all.

☁︎︎ Everyone could tell that although she was trying to put up a strong front, it was just too obvious that she wasn't doing well in your absence:(

☁︎︎ The dark eye bags under her eyes said a lot, the concealer not doing a good job at hiding them.

☁︎︎ She was drinking much more coffee than she usually would, her hands occasionally trembling while she held a pen after consuming that much coffee.

☁︎︎ But the most noticeable thing that changed about her? Her snappiness. Gone. She didn't have the energy for the little side comments that she normally made when someone said something, even if that someone was Pantalone or Dottore or even Scaramouche who said something in an attempt to piss her off.

☁︎︎ “Whos gonna tell Arlecchino that y/n was found?” her head whipped in the direction of the voice. Surely, she wasn't hallucinating… right? “Y/n’s… back?” she asked unsurely, her lips trembling ever so slightly as she asked, afraid that she had lost her sanity and was starting to hear things.

☁︎︎ “Y-yes my lord. y/n arrived at the gates of the headquarters 10 minutes ago-” the fatui cicin mage stammered, bowing her head slightly as she talked to Arlecchino.

☁︎︎ And oh did she run. A gut feeling that she would somehow bump into you while sprinting like a mad woman through the wintry hallways.

☁︎︎ And find you she did. You were wrapped in a thick fur blanket, sluggishly walking in the direction of her office, a dazed, distant, and cold look in your once warm eyes.

☁︎︎ “Y/n,” she called out, opening her arms as she hugged you, squeezing the life out of you like you would disappear into thin air at any given moment, still in slight disbelief that she had gotten you back. So afraid that this was all just a fever dream and that she would wake up, cold and alone in her bed, again.

☁︎︎ You froze alongside her, having suddenly met her warm embrace. It felt like everything you had gone through was nothing. That's right, being in her embrace was enough. It took you a moment to process what was going on before you felt her warm tears on your shoulder, the both of you collapsing in the middle of the empty hallway, as you cried tears of joy.

☁︎︎ She was no saint with her blood-tainted hands, but oh the things she would go through and do to get you back, back into her arms.

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webginz · 18 days

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i had the worst shower ever. i was like, tripping out. reminded me of my "episodes" i had in middle school. just like voices and not knowing where i am. and not being able to get back to reality.

well now im on my way to the dentist, theres no way in hell they wont be able to notice i was just crying. (from fear of going to the dentist, not from the shower thing lol)

im so scared :(

[took out a part here but it was just about stress and disordered eating things from this morning]

then i got to the dentist and it sucked. long dentist story ahead

okay dentist. everything that couldve gone wrong, went wrong.. i tried acting normal, and we had small talk or whatever like normal dentist x ray stuff, but she could instantly tell something was wrong with me, i guess.

she gave me a health form to fill out. i was still chill and this point and was like oh yeah i have blood pressure problems but its only if im up moving around!! so not doing that at the desntist hehe amirite?! i also checked anxiety and i think thats what she wanted. just personal confirmation everything was gonna go wrong.

after she learned i had anxiety, she was nice, too nice imo... like i was a child. im okay with that though i guess. (i mean.. she could definitely tell i was just done crying)

she was like "the xray blanket is heavy and could help with ur anxiety" BUT I WANTED IT OFF AND COULD BARELY TALK SO I JUST NODDED. it made me feel so overwhelmed immediately. THIS IS WHERE EVERYTHING STARTED GOING BAD

im also just constantly aware of my hair and when you lean back on the stupid dentist seat my hat falls off. its like LOOK THE FREAK WHOS SCARED OF THE DENTIST AND PULLS OUT ALL HER HAIR!!

whatever. so there i am on the dentist chair. bald spots for the world to see. xray blanket sensory overload. sunglasses on top of my regular glasses. but im pushing through.

she starts using the tool on my teeth. a metal vibrating thing that sounds like a drill. my worst most awful fear is high pitched drilling noises. if im in a good mood i can put up with them for a bit, but obviously todays not that day. i try not to freak out, but she notices and asks if im okay and im like "yah" (with tears)

but then my mom comes in and shes like "can you not do it a different way?!?!" "shes freaking out" and just making everything WORSE. (used the chaos here to get rid of the dumb xray thing)

ive been on and off hyperventilating through all of this btw... i heard one of the dentist ladies say "shes crying and breathing really fast..." which was like. kill me now please god.

so back to my mom asking "can you not just do it a different way?" they do have a different way btw. without the scary machine! but then dentist lady says "she used this machine the last 2 times she was here? we dont have enough time to do it manually." (proof i was just having a bad day and i totally can be normal!!! but hearing this made me feel awful like i could feel all the dentists were thinking "she did it fine last time why is she carzy today?!?")

she then asked to step away to find the MAIN dentist lady.

at this point i was crying shaking hyperventilating and felt like i was gonna throw up from nervous energy. also my mom is pestering me a bunch (shes concerned but making everything worse, her hearts in the right place tho ily mom)

so big boss dentist lady is here. she says she looked at the xrays (from the beginning, remember?) and i have A GAZILLION CAVITIESSSSSS!!!!!

she says for my dental things from now on i should go to a SEDATION DENTIST!!!!

i was so out of it i didnt even know what to say. well now i do!!!

im not usually that scared. i was having a VERY BAD morning.

the dentist i go to now is all women. the sedation dentist is a MAN, that none of the women there had ever met. I HAVE TO GO MEET A MAN TO SEDATE ME SO I CAN BE ALONE WITH HIM? SO HE CAN DO MY TEETH? i might have a silly joking tone to this post but with this im being so serious. im scared as hell that thats just gonna end with me being raped.

i dont like male doctors/dentists/anything and always have my mom with me when i have to. there was a female assistant when i had my endoscopy and female nurses when i had my surgery. i dont want to be alone, asleep, in a room with a man i dont know. JUST BECAUSE IM SCARED OF THE DENTIST???

god i keep seeing stuff in the corner of my eye as im writing this. i think my psychosis is coming back for some reason.

every things going wrong today and forever

pls like/reply this post if you read it all im sorry for my ranting

#personal #i need a journal im sorry

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ilynpilled · 1 year

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hits massive blunt: soo what if …- like listen what if jaime’s golden hand is his attempt to rebuild his past self in some way…. to fill that emptiness.. like an attempt to compromise with his ghosts and his current self.. his phantom fingers itch for violence.. when he wants revenge re hoat this phrase is present, it is present twice with lancel, neither revenge happens— his golden hand kills moonboy and smashes cersei’s teeth in a dream, like the mountain did to poor pia as he points out…. like goldenhand the just cannot exist tho. it is a golden lie. gold becomes the phantom. it doesnt work it is incompatible with what he wants to be. the glorious golden knight is a fictive ideal that is not real., he discovered this when he was 17. chivalry & glory & lannisterism has no place in where he wants to be. thats brutal & sickening violence covered in gold. this is why in his final dream he has no golden hand.., only a stump… “only one” he has to look at the “ugliness of his stump” cut that part off—he needs to let go of that past self right. right before he burns the letter and reaches the point of no return, and then changes direction in adwd—

His missing hand throbbed and burned and stank. When I reach King's Landing I'll have a new hand forged, a golden hand, and one day I'll use it to rip out Vargo Hoat's throat.

Jacelyn Bywater could wear an iron hand, he should have a gold one. Cersei might like that. A golden hand to stroke her golden hair, and hold her hard against me.

“Wear it, Jaime," urged Ser Kennos of Kayce. "Wave at the smallfolk and give them a tale to tell their children." "I think not." Jaime would not show the crowds a golden lie. Let them see the stump. Let them see the cripple. "But feel free to make up for my lack, Ser Kennos. Wave with both hands, and waggle your feet if it please you."

“The boy is dead.“ Jaime had drunk three cups of wine, and his golden hand seemed to be growing heavier and clumsier by the moment.

His golden fingers were curved enough to hook, but could not grasp, so his hold upon the shield was loose. "You were a knight once, ser,” Jaime said. “So was I. Let us see what we are now.”

When he descended for the feast that night, Jaime Lannister wore a doublet of red velvet slashed with cloth-of-gold, and a golden chain studded with black diamonds. He had strapped on his golden hand as well, polished to a fine bright sheen. This was no fit place to wear his whites. His duty awaited him at Riverrun; a darker need had brought him here.

The hand was wrought of gold, very lifelike, with inlaid nails of mother-of-pearl, its fingers and thumb half closed so as to slip around a goblet's stem. I cannot fight, but I can drink, Jaime reflected as the lad was tightening the straps that bound it to his stump. "Men shall name you Goldenhand from this day forth, my lord," the armorer had assured him the first time he'd fitted it onto Jaime's wrist. He was wrong. I shall be the Kingslayer till I die.

The golden hand was the occasion for much admiring comment over supper, at least until Jaime knocked over a goblet of wine. Then his temper got the best of him. "If you admire the bloody thing so much, lop off your own sword hand and you can have it," he told Flement Brax. After that there was no more talk about his hand, and he managed to drink some wine in peace.

One of them wore the ruins of a crimson cloak, but Jaime hanged him with the rest. It felt good. (It should not feel good you dumb fuck. You of all ppl is in no place to do this. im so sick of all the projection u keep doing in this damn book. be it ilyn be it outlaws be it cersei be it kettleblack) This was justice. Make a habit of it, Lannister, and one day men might call you Goldenhand after all. Goldenhand the Just. The world grew ever greyer as they drew near to Harrenhal.

“Radiant.“ Fickle. ”Golden.“ False as fool’s gold. Last night he dreamed he’d found her fucking Moon Boy. He’d killed the fool and smashed his sister’s teeth to splinters with his golden hand, just as Gregor Clegane had done to poor Pia. In his dreams Jaime always had two hands; one was made of gold, but it worked just like the other.

The weight of his golden hand had grown irksome. He fumbled at the straps that secured it to his wrist.

Well, what’s one more broken vow to the Kingslayer? Just more shit in the bucket. Jaime resolved to be the first man on the battlements. And with this golden hand of mine, most like the first to fall.

Around him he glimpsed the faces of men he’d done his best to kill in the Whispering Wood, where the Freys had fought beneath the direwolf banners of Robb Stark. His golden hand hung heavy at his side.

then the subconscious conclusion:

“Is it?” She smiled sadly. “Count your hands, child.”

One. One hand, clasped tight around the sword hilt. Only one. “In my dreams I always have two hands.” He raised his right arm and stared uncomprehending at the ugliness of his stump.

#jaime lannister #should i even subject valyrianscrolls to this

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miamordanipedrosa · 8 months

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do we have any idea what happened between mavio? oh fellow mavio lover please tell me you have an idea 🥺

oh bestie....*pats seat next to me* we're really in it now aren't we..😭😭

okay there's definitely better ppl to ask this since I've only been here for a few months but I'll tell you what I think I know

disclaimer: a lot of the gaps of my knowledge (so a lot) are filled in with dramatic exaggerations and my own headcanons so don't take it too seriously

1. maverick comes into motogp with one championship under his belt (moto3) and a third place in moto2, from what I've gathered he'd been seen as one of the real next talents, I'm not 100% sure of the timeline but I know I've heard vale mention him as well as marc as someone who could be quick/has a lot of talent

2. he starts off at suzuki (with aleix), gets some good results even a win and a couple podiums and after two years moves to yamaha in 2017 after coming 4th in the championship im 2016

3. he fucking wins his first two races with yamaha, talk about an entry to a team. oh and his teammate was valentino rossi. enough said.

4. mav having a grand time at yamaha, finishing 3rd and 4th and 3rd again (2017,18,19) in the championship. then shit starts going downwards.

5. in 2019, fabio arrives on the motogp stage with the petronas yamaha. he has an amazing first season, getting like 7 podiums and finishing 5th overall.

6. 2020 (ooh getting spicy) so there's a lot of very friendly interactions between mav and fabio from this time, it really seems like they were good buddies, n then preparing to be teammates in 2021, being excited about it!! looking at results tho - even though fabio only finished 8th that year, he won three races, meanwhile mav got one win plus two second places - both behind fabio...

7. so going into 2021 the situation is basically - fabio, boy wonder replacing motogp legend and maverick - not quite being able to fulfill the potential ppl said he had, getting this new teammate, a fast young guy - [threatening music starts playing]

7. and then the season starts off not too bad for mav with a win but after that - forget it. mav getting worse, fab winning and winning and winning. mav starts thinking yamaha have clearly moved on from him and are backing fabio, casting him aside a bit (in his perception, I can't really speak on what really happened I simply wasn't present in the fandom and I've not dove that deep yet), and then ofc it culminates in the whole debacle with mav just having enough of the frustration and doing sth rash, leading to the yamaha fallout and him leaving the team - well being fired really - and going to aprilia

8. as far as I know, it wasn't this alone that broke mavio? I think fabio said sth to the effect of he doesn't really care about mav leaving the team, and then there's a mav quote I think of him saying he's surprised to hear that from fabio

9. and then ofc there's fabio on that podcast this year answering the question "who's the rider you have the worst relationship with" with maverick.

IN CONCLUSION I think a culmination of fabio riding high on success, mav spiraling and lashing out, all that lead to the sorta icy relationship they have now....*sob*

anyway at the bottom of this I gotta add these tags from vic @distinguishedfifty to lighten the mood bc I simply love them uwkfjfkd

if any motogp mutuals have more to add here or maybe wanna correct me on things pls feel free!!

#I miss them even though I never had them really.......#mavio #sara tag #franziska.answers

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istherewifiinhell · 2 months

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Carrot Pineapple Muffins

The recipe for the muffins seen here, well. Sort of anyway.

Recipe as written, on a page from maybe a website or book? I just have a photo copy I reprint as needed (read: as the paper falls victim to mishaps)

1 1/2 cups flour

1 cup sugar

1 tsp baking powder

1 tsp baking soda

1 tsp cinnamon

1/2 tsp salt

2/3 cup salad oil

2 eggs

1 cup finely grated raw carrot

1/2 cup crushed pineapple with juice

1 tsp vanilla

Sift flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, cinnamon and salt together in large bowl. Add oil, eggs, carrot, pineapple and vanilla.

Blend on low speed until all is moist, then beat for 2 minutes at medium speed. Half fill greased muffin tins and bake at 350 F for 25 minutes.

Makes 24 muffins. -Mrs. W. Atkins Agincourt, Ontario

Well thank u Mrs. Agincourt, the impact uve had on my life is not insubstantial. If you would like these muffins id def reccomend just making them as is...

however... u dont have a recipe in your life this long and Not Fuck With It.

Number One alteration that ive never NOT done (well maybe once by accident?) blend those pineapples. well it very well might be to ppls preference to have little morsels of pineapple in there. but a blended pineapple slurry just makes it like. applesauce muffins. just a nice moist texture throughout idk

Number 1.5 is u can make this a cake if u like. i guess thats obivious. BUT. Its good. i had this for many a birthday. ice that shit, normal buttercream please what is with the cream cheese obsession i dont know. do what u like but dont limit urself to expectation okay. Bakes into a nice really brown cake. U gotta bake this recipe like 'well done' if u want it to have any kind of structural intregrity so its kinda? crusty? i like it tho.

Number 2. ratios. in an impluse that im sure started in some healthy eating for the kids blah blah. but its just how i make it now. I tend to increase the pineapple and decrease the oil and use one egg? how much?? ehhhhhh..... like like a cup of pineapple. and 1/3 oil? does that math out? probably not idk. dont do it like how i do it maybe probably but thats how i do it

ALSO. MORE CINNAMON. Live deliciously. could go up to a tbsp of cinnamon honestly. Maybe even apple pie or chai spices. Could do whatever.

Number 3. definitional quibbles. "makes 24 muffins" whos muffins.... i find this tends to make me about 15 large muffins. maybe 16-18 if u want to be safe from over flow? and more if u want to fill em with a jam thing.

"finely grated carrot" using a grater with wholes less that like... idk half a centremeter gives me a bad time. u want like. chedder cheese size not parmesan.

oh also "salad oil" i use canola or vegatable. is that what it means by that? [makes i dunno noise] you could sub with various melted fats. there would be differences but not a big deal. butter or marg or coconut. whatever.

Number 4. Process. Oh mostly just I mix all the liquids together and then add them to the dry ingredients. (u could pop them all into blender together if u want) im mixing this shit by hand so u know. usuaully i do carrots a dry ingredient but that might not even be a good choice again ignore what im doing.

and again bake time. Ur really gonna want to check on them to to make sure their done. like toothpick check colour check whatever. their moist so its not a big like. over cook problem i think. AND i think theyre really good after sitting in the fridge or freezer and getting reheated (fresh baked goods are soooo tasty but a microwave is also a wonderful invention)

post thought. the jam. i dont usually fill these muffins usually i save that for applesauce ones, but i did last time. i tend to just heat whatever frozen berries, little lemon or lime juice. uhhhh maybe 1/4 cup of sugar? in a small sauce pan. how much fruit. ??? enough. i fill each muffin with like. a tablespoon. so idk. math that one out. needs to be a thick sauce! (however if its TOO thick then u also lose out on messy pick apart muffin treat. ur call) and chilled. if u wanna avoid Big Mess Muffin. lmao. u could swril the jam in or whatever else to but. effort.

#some shit #howssss this lmao #as always all my cooking/baking experience is EXTREMELY. oh eh you know #when they say baking is a science u gotta know. theres a lot of ways to do science.

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tinfairies · 1 year

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mean aemond thought! based on the whole “i get broody and horny when im ovulating” thing because reeealllllll

okay so i think with a more like, demure, soft, quiet, ‘i really wish you liked me a bit more so ill try and be as good as possible so youre not so mean’ wife, who’d recognise the pattern and actively try and avoid him a little bit during these times. not maliciously, but purely just to spare herself the embarrassment, esepcially after aemonds taken to making fun of her when she cant help but tell him she loves him when she cums and she just doesnt want him to have any more ammo against her.

aemond definitely still fucks when shes on her period, however which way he goes about it, so theres no excuse for the avoidance in his head at all. until he catches the previously sweet, slightly passive, soft wife in the act. he knows his little wife gets wet easy, but from the way the sheets are a bit too slick beneath her, he knows that she mustve made herself cum a few times already by now. if that didnt clue him in to what exactly was going on, his little wifes mumblings will. he didnt realise how good his wife was at not letting her internal thoughts run rampant when they have sex, and hes so, so mad that shes deprived him of it as he listens to her. hearing her slur about how she ‘wants to be filled’ ‘so so so bad’ and how she ‘needs to be full’ and how she ‘wants so many of his babes.. please? please’ oh my god the man is actually fuming.

bonus point: aegon is such a sexual deviant like. he know she belongs to aemond so he just has to take whatever he can get, knowing that shes probably the only woman he cant have how he wants to because she so heavily belongs to aemond. he likes to spy and creep and he happened upon this.. part of her cycle so long before aemond did - it was the one part of her he owned that aemond didnt, even if hes technically a peeping tom. and aemonds wife can go so long and make herself cum so many times that hed mark it as a national monthly holiday in his calander if he could; the loser wakes up with a pep in his step and hes in a visibly joyus mood for a good few days during this whole phase. so when aemond happens upon his little.. treat, aemond might happen to see a chubby, grumbling blonde spectre slink away from his place in the shadows. which would probably amp up aemonds foul mood even fouler. tbh tho, idk whether hed breed the ever living shit out of his wife asap or if hed make her wait and be cruel to her about it for a while as punishment. or maybe hed say fuck it and just breed her and hope that aegon sees it and knows that this extends his claim on her now and his wifes punishment is constant breeding, and then he gets to embarrass her with the knowledge that she just allowed aegon, king of whores, to watch them do what they did.

Oh he'd probably torment her about it. Make himself known to her, but tells her to keep touching herself. Aemond makes her beg for it, knowing he's listening, looking him in the eye as she moans and cums on her fingers again and again.

He may just fuck her until she overflowing with his cum, putting her in a position so Aegon can get a good view. Once he's done, he'd very obviously call out his brother. His poor wife goes completely red and hides her face, knowing that the whore prince just witnessed all of it

Aemond for sure holds this over her, and is happy he's ruined something for his brother

#tin talks #Cruel Aemond

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sporesgalaxy · 2 years

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Please tell me more about anime norse mythology i am deeply invested from only two posts

well, if u look in the tag theres some more character designs.....the story is extremely not finished being made tho. summer srendarrsmercy and i have some groundwork laid out but there's a lot of stuff to fill in still. and also my memory isnt the best and these r the notes i took last time she and i had a long talk abt it

so Im sure I'll miss details 2 say the least

•••

But uhhhhh I guess the gist is that like. It's based heavily on the Poetic Edda + Prose Edda + some of Summer & I's favorite fragmentary info........but aalso we have taken a ton of artistic liberty just for grins and giggles.........and the theme is maybe probably going to have to do with overcoming your fated demise with the power of anime friendship.......

So. First of all. Odin fucking left on a Journey a long ass time ago, told no one where he was going nor why, and Asgard has just kind of been trying to figure out what to do with themselves for a while now.

there is some kind of magic school that 4 of the 5 main characters go to (dont worry abt why theres a magic school. we came up w a reason I literally cant remember rn. Im sure the reason explains the following 2 things better as well). Hel can't be very hands-on but she is sort of overseeing this whole magic school thing. Her brother Fenrir is still bound by the magic ribbon but has been given enough slack to help her out with this.

the 2 MAIN main protagonists are Sunna, daughter of Sol the Sun Goddess, and Hjuki, who was informally adopted by Mani the Moon God (along with his younger sister Bill). Sol and Mani are being chased by wolves rn though :( (There was some more stuff going on w that that I know Ive forgotten as well aggh)

& maybe introduced as Rivals & then later teaming up w them we have Loki and Sigyn's daughter Narfi, along with her cousin (slash informally adoptive brother), Odin's youngest son Váli.

Presumably these teens will get up to some shenanigans. Folks familiar with the Rival Teen Duo will b aware that they have a terrible tragic fate. They Do Not Know This.......Yet. :( This kind of stuff is why we have to destroy fate w the power of friendship bro

Meanwhile on Midgard this elementary schooler is making crop circles every day and she does such a good job and we love her for it.

But seriously Magic was Lost Somehow on Midgard and she and Hjuki are the first humans in a long time to be able to wield it. She takes to it much more naturally than Hjuki, but is too young for magic school and also maybe is so powerful that she might be seen as a problem and therefore needs to be kept secret on Midgard.

#anime norsemythology

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safetycar-restart · 1 year

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i saw boy!pussy charles in 📓’s most recent boy!pussy ask. and my god. all i can think abt. its my boy’s birthday yet im thinking about charles mf leclerc 💀.

anyways. so boy pussy charles is obviously so insatiable and so horny all the time. his pretty pink pussy just always dripping and ready to be filled. but you also would like to be full. like come on it’s not just him who loves to be filled. so new idea, double ended dildo. being so close to him and both grinding down on the same toy drives him mad. because he’s so full but his mommy is also feeling so good. so charles is so happy. still even in a moment of such sweet pleasure, ur charles’ dom so must also do ur job. just praising him like mad. holding his hand and occasionally reaching down to rub his pretty clit. he comes three times by the time uve cum once and he’s not happy with that at all so even tho he cannot move his jelly legs, he still maneuvers himself so he can eat you out until even. and he’s pleasuring mommy so even better.

- 🍁

Listen every day is a day to think about Charles those are the rules. And this is just…. Oh my god.

Firstly, yeah he’s always insatiable. If anything, it’s only gotten worse since he met you because it’s even better with you?? You actually manage to satisfy him and make him feel so fucking good, rather than just endlessly horny.

(Sidenote: a version of the poly!piarles verse where Charles is an omega who literally can’t function unless he gets knotted by both you and Pierre at least once a day)

Now that he has someone who can actually make him feel safe and good and satisfied…. He is insatiable. He always wants to be filled, always has to change his panties around you because he gets so wet so easily.

But of course you’d like to some pleasure too! And Charles is always so happy to try and help you feel good, though I do think his absolute favourite is so be fucked out he can’t even move and then to watch you pleasure yourself. It’s so good.

Though you decide to try a double ended dildo just to see what happens, to see what you both think of it. When you propose the idea to Charles, you barely even finished your sentence before he’s trying to order one online because this must be tried IMMEDIATELY.

And fuck it’s so good? At first you want to try back to back, so that you both can fuck yourselves backwards onto the dildo but Charles refuses that because it’s not close enough?? He wants to be able to see his mommy!!

So instead you sit facing each other, your legs over each other’s and then you put the dildo between you both and move it back and forth to fuck you both at the same time.

Charles is just mesmerised by where the dildo goes into you??? He can’t stop staring, whining a little whenever you push it deeper into him but really he’s so taken by the image of it going inside you.

But of course charles is very sensitive. No one cums quicker than Charles. So you know he’s going to cum more times than you are, and you’re more than happy with that because he’s your good boy and he deserves to feel good.

The moment you touch his clit it’s over for him. He cums almost instantly, crying out and bucking into the dildo and whining as you keep on playing with his clit. You know from experience that you can send him from one orgasm straight into the next if you keep pressure on his clit so that’s exactly what you do.

The poor thing can’t even feel his legs anymore and you haven’t even cum once!

Maybe he even asks you to play with yourself? You’re very confused by that request, because normally he wants your hands on him as much as possible (even though Charles is always so horny, he doesnt like masturbating since he started seeing you, because your touch just feels so much better. And he’s your good boy! You can’t expect him to touch his own clit that’s your job!!)

So you ask him why he wants you to touch yourself instead and he goes “Mommy!! Wanna see you cum, please mommy? Please can I see?”

And well…. How could you ever deny him? So you turn your attention back to yourself and Charles watches everything completely mesmerised.

After you’ve came once, you just have to make Charles cum again. He’s so turned on from watching you cum that he’s literally dripping down the dildo, so really you just need to lightly slap his clit and he’s gone.

He legs shake so much that he actually loses his balance and can’t hold himself up and end up laying on his back by the end. He looks so good though, struggling to catch his breath because he just has his world rocked.

You’re more than happy to end it there, both because you’re satisfied from your orgasm and because Charles is clearly done for the day (or like…. Done for the next two hours).

But Charles is having none of that because this was supposed to be able you both getting the same amount of pleasure, and you only came once but he came three times. That’s not fair!! That’s not good boy behaviour!!

Maybe you actually have to suggest to him that he eats you out until you cum two more times? Because his poor fucked out brain can’t think that far. All he can think about is how he’s been such a bad boy because his mommy only came once but he came three times. Obviously that means he must be very selfish and that’s bad! Bad boy! Bad Charles!

You realise you have to handle this quickly because he’s always very sensitive after orgasms (another Sidenote: you can’t ever tease him or even joke with him after an orgasm because he will burst into tears), so you suggest that he eats you out until you cum two more times so that you’re both even.

And fuck he’s so exited?? He loves tasting his mommy so much!! And you’ve told him that doing that will make it so that you’ve cum the same amount of times and therefore are both even so he can be a good boy again!!

Seeing him try to get into position to do it both extremely hot and extremely cute. Because he can’t even use his legs or arms properly but he’s determined to end up laying on his tummy between your legs because he’s gonna taste his mommy!!

He’s so good for you, putting all the brainpower he has left (it’s not much but it’s good enough) into making you cum two more times, and of course you keep a tight grip on his hair so that you can basically just grind against his tongue.

And fuck he’s so happy when it’s done, licking his lips to get as much of you as he can and then happily cuddling you because he’s been good!!

#sub!charles #cl #f!reader #nsfw.#🍁#👅

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moonchildstyles · 2 years

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Angel’s face definitely gets red after cumming and she’s breathing heavily face red hands covering her face being all giggly Harry on top of her “what are you laughing at, huh?” Just teasing her removing her hands away from her face she tries to hide in the pillow still giggling Harry kissing every inch of her face “what’s so funny?” her hands on his cheek kissing him. this is normal for them she gets giggly after 🥸 and sometimes even durning it and he finds it the sweetest thing ever but still teasing her about it cause he’s h! “nothing noting I love you” still giggling “yeah like it when i fill you up don’t you?” And he’s still in her keeping himself warm and her full. he’s not moving not wanting to start anything again since she is pretty sensitive just lowering himself kissing her chin “yeah I do” wrapping him closer he adjusts himself and she takes in a sharp breath “I’m sorry baby so sorry I know I know feel sensitive” kissing all over her face “hurts daddy” he leaves a kiss on her lips “daddy is very sorry want me to get out angel?” Her eyes wide and glossy “no stay please” he can’t take it just wanting to kiss her every second that passes he kisses her earlobe and she’s back to giggling “was everything good tonight angel” he asked her “everything you do feels good” and he smiles cause how can he not? taking her lower lip into his her hands feeling his little stubble “when I held your hands did it hurt?” She shakes her head “sure?” She nods “if it had hurt I would’ve told you immediately” playing with his long curls “my good girl” she pulls him into her sucking on his lower lip gently “yours”

omg:(((( like maybe it was one of those nights like it was some giggly soft sex thats interrupted by moans and gasps and just those hot moments between something sweet like him telling her he likes her smile while hes thrusting in so by the time they cum shes already feeling all smushy in her heart and she gets giggly even tho hes still inside her and she can’t breath properly just yet and hes trying to pry her hands from her face and “whats got yu all giggly baby? What did I do now?” And she just shakes her head peeking between her fingers before shes bursting into another bunch of laughs and “noooo you’ve gotta tell me love! Whats so funny?” And the whole time hes trying to get her hands away from her face bc he loves seeing her so smiley and when he finally succeeds she just hugs herself to him and buries her face in his neck and shes shaking her head kissing his jaw and “nothings funny I promise! Im just happy and I love you” and he got his arms wrapped around her too and he just can’t help himself before he bites lightly at her shoulder getting another bunch of laughs from her and “yeah? only get happy like this when I fill you up, hm?” And like I can see them going condom-less this night so its just him inside her keeping her full and taken care of and hes warm and it just…its nice to not end it all so abruptly and when he gets a sighed little “I do yeah” into his neck he just….:( he has to squeeze her a little harder and fit her against his chest and that shifts them a little too much and y/n’s still sensitive when he hears her give a shaky breath and oh:( into his skin and hes already apologizing kissing her temple and settling her gently on the bed and “I know im sorry baby I know you’re sensitive, should’ve been careful” and he can feel her lashes on his skin when she closes her eyes and her arms around his neck tighten and “that hurt daddy” and he just feels so bad bc thats not what he wanted he wanted to keep hearing her laugh and play w him:( and “im sorry baby so sorry:( want me to get out? Get you all cleaned up instead?” And shes shaking her head as soon as he even suggests it bc nonono stay please:( and thats when he pulls her from his neck so he can kiss her properly and her hands shift to the sides of his face and “alright, a little longer then we need to get y cleaned up and into bed, yeah?” And she nods her head all sweet w a little smile bc she loves him:( so he kisses her a few mote times and “everything feel good tonight angel? Nothing hurt?” And shes just “everything you do is always good:)” and he just :(((( in love w her:( and “even when I held your hands up?” And she nods her head getting a little shy bc that was something a little new, something that started as part of their game until he held her wrists and hands out of the way while he kissed her and h is all “are u sure?” And shes just the sweetest girl knowing what he needs to hear and “if it hurt me I would’ve told you right away, you know that” and he just:( he melts:( and cant help but kiss and praise her telling her that shes his good girl and he loves her so much:(

#anon #ask #aster inspo #concept

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eggbagelz · 11 months

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OUUUUUUUGH DO YOU HAVE THE RIGHT OPINIONS ON EVERYTHING WHEN IT COMES TO THE KILLJOYS.

dr death defying is my fav but the way u jus described motorbaby..... she might take the crown....

okok now i gotta ask- what r ur fav hcs abt any of the killjoys? or what hcs are so stuck in your brain that theyre practically canon to you??? i love ur killjoys sm please i would love to hear you ramble abt them >:]

OH WELL SINCE U ASKED

Actually I've been wanting to talk abt my hcs for a while so THANK U FOR THIS TEE HEE

Anyway! I think like. My interpretations [or hcs i guess] of the 'joys is a lil nonstandard in some ways bc i took the blank slate of their personalities and ran with it GSJSH [so these are all like. Canon to me. Basically. Sorry gerald u never gave ur apocalypse ocs personalities so theyre mine now] basically like. I have some v set hcs on their personalities and main characteristics as a whole

SO!

I like to think that fun ghoul is like. While hes v v chatty and more than a little mischievous hes also EXTREMELY perceptive to the point it's unnerving, and while hes not v good with his own emotions he's fucking insanely good at picking up other people's, as well as like. Tiny details and shit that others wouldn't have noticed. Hes still an idiot tho godbless GKEHSJ. Hes the number one mad gear fanboy. Hes good w explosives but crap with other tech.

Kobra. Ohohohohohohohoooo kobra. Ppl like to hc him as v stoic [which im not implying is a bad hc at all btw!!! Just an observation] but i like to thing hes EXTREMELY emotional and p unpredictable. A v shoot first ask questions later type, and deathly afraid of being percieved as cowardly or weak. Absolutely GARBAGE shot, which is why he has stun gloves. Practically the fucking tech whisperer.Official motorbaby wrangler. Gets astronomical amounts of ass but is terrified of feeling any romantic emotions.Half Japanese, he and poison are fraternal twins!

POISON! Also extremely emotional but has it under sliiightly better control than kobra [lol. "Control." How full's that bottle ur filling ur feelings with now pois?]. Very very good w tactical stuff and planning, likes logic and such. Also v flamboyant and enjoys colour and the life of the zones. Prettiest 'joy in the zones, seriously. Talks a LOT but has absolutely no fucking filter. Extremely sex positive.Abt as emotionally intelligent as a brick. Also half japanese ic the they and kobra being twins thing didnt make it obvious GDJDDJ. Terrified of death but doesnt know it. Romatic feelings for jet are approximately the size of the continent of asia

Jet jet jet jet jet. My sweet girlboy. Lost his entire family in a shootout against bli when he was 14 and now suffers from "i have to keep everyone i love safe at all fucking costs so help me god" disease so bad that its actually a reflex now. Took care of motorbaby the most when she was an infant. Best shot in the zones GODBLESS. Hes got an eye [ha] for beauty and appreciates p much everything the world has to offer as best he can. Trying to be an optimist despite his horrendous anxiety disorder. Spanish is his first language! Doesnt talk much and thinks carefully abt what he says before he says it. Madly in love with poison but has carefully filed that away under "n" for "never touching that ever"

Motorbaby. Stuck halfway between "extremely unchildlike behavior" and being a regular weird little girl. Far too used to violence. LOOOOVES big robots so much her favorite toy is an old mecha action figure ghoul fixed up for her. Impossible not to love, seriously. ADORES her big brothers. High energy but also burns out quickly and has to nap a LOT. Picked up some of the languages the fab four speak aside from english [spanish, italian, and snatches of japanese] but in the manner that means she knows how to swear in four languages. Veeery small

Jet and ghoul are desert boys [tho ghoul wasnt born in the desert and was smuggled out of bat city by his dad when he was a toddler], while kobes and poison are cityboys [escaped when they were both 13]. Jet's the oldest, ghoul's the youngest

I also have some ideas abt zones culture but aside from the talk abt bigotry probably still being rampant in the zones thats smth im saving for my roadtrip au fic tee hee

#SOREY FOR THROWING BLOCKS OF TEXT AT U. IT WILL HAPPEN AGAIN #theyre consuming my thoughts they are consuming my BRAIN im so normal. so so normal.#also thank u so much for saying u like my danger days thoughts GSJDHDJ ur so sweet <33333 #really im just playing barbies honestly. thats whats happening here #also sorry for being a jetpoison person do u still think im hot 🧍🏻‍♂️#danger days #[comm noise]

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