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griseldabanks · 8 months

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For the count the ways ask game: Steve and Bucky, "You're my idiot".

Let Me Count the Ways ask game

“You sure you're gonna be okay?” Bucky asked for the fifth time.

Steve waved weakly at him from the mound of blankets he'd burrowed under on the bed. “Not gonna croak just 'cause you went to work,” he sniffled.

“I dunno, you sound pretty croaky to me,” Bucky said, wrapping his scarf around his neck and pulling on his gloves as he looked critically at his best friend's bleary-eyed gaze. It wasn't a good joke, and Steve didn't laugh. Not that he would have laughed even if Bucky had told the best zinger anyone had ever thought up, probably.

“Get outta here,” Steve mumbled. “I'll be fine.”

“Okay.” Bucky reluctantly backed out of the bedroom. “I left you extra water. And some books. And I'll come straight home from work.”

“I know, Buck.”

“Just...don't do anything stupid until I come back, all right?”

Steve started to reply, but broke into a coughing fit before he could finish. Bucky hesitated on the threshold, but Steve waved him impatiently away, so Bucky closed the bedroom door and headed out, chased by the sounds of Steve's hacking cough.

Bucky hurried down the stairs and down the street; he was already late, and he knew he would get an earful once he got to work. But he just couldn't shake the worry. All the way to work, in every idle moment throughout the day, his thoughts kept returning to Steve—especially when he glanced out the window at lunch and saw snow blowing past.

Maybe the worry was ingrained into him after all these years, like a habit he'd never be able to shake. Steve made it really easy to worry about him, notwithstanding all of his protests and reassurances. Besides, this had been a particularly hard year. This winter was bitterly cold, and money was tight. The summer had been brutally hot, as well—so hot you could feel your brain melting, and that hadn't done wonders for Steve's health either.

And...the other thing. The thing they never talked about. The emptiness in Steve's life since that awful, awful day.

Maybe we should talk about it, Bucky mused as he trudged back home at the end of the day, bowing his head against the wind that drove snowflakes like icy spears against his skin. Maybe it's worse because we never bring it up. If we could just...talk about her. Remember the good things. Maybe then...he could let her go. Move on.

Bucky knew nothing was ever going to be the same, not without Miss Sarah. But there was still a lingering deadness in Steve's eyes sometimes, like he wasn't really there. Like he was floating away, like he was going to meet his mother again in a place Bucky couldn't follow.

With a sigh of relief, Bucky stepped through the front door to the apartment he shared with Steve, which was dark and silent in the winter evening. He stamped the slush off his shoes as quietly as he could and didn't call out, hoping that the quiet meant Steve was sleeping.

But as he pulled off his scarf, he glanced up and froze. The door to the bedroom stood ajar. The room inside was dark, but Bucky could make out the blankets thrown back.

The bed was empty.

With a curse, Bucky turned on his heel and bolted back out the door. He tore down the stairs and back out into the street, squinting into the snow blowing harder and harder in his face. “Steve!” he called, but there was no response.

Picking a direction at random, Bucky hurried up the street. There weren't many people on the sidewalk, not in this weather. They all seemed to be hustling homeward, heads bent against the wind.

As the seconds ticked by and Bucky still didn't find Steve huddling in any of the doorways or alleys he frantically searched, dread filled Bucky's chest like the icy gasps of air in his lungs. Steve was sick. He'd been running a fever for days, and if he'd come out on a day like this, he could already be....

Cupping his hands around his mouth, Bucky screamed, “Steve!” He kept going, slipping and sliding on the ice forming on the sidewalk, running aimlessly and howling Steve's name as loud as he could, as if to banish the terror bubbling up inside him.

In place of the fear, anger clouded his vision as much as the sleet pelting him. What was Steve thinking anyway, going for a walk on a day like this? He wouldn't last long out here even on one of his better days, but he was sick! And now Bucky had to stay out here looking for him, and he was probably going to catch his death, and then....

Bucky came to a sudden stop. He didn't think he'd heard anything—it would have been hard to hear even someone who was shouting on a day like this—but something drew his attention to the alleyway he'd just passed. He turned back, trying to shield his face with his arm as he squinted into the darkness next to Mr. Botticelli's butcher shop.

Was that...a shoe? Sticking out from behind the garbage cans, which had been overturned as if someone had stumbled against them....

“Steve!”

Bucky rushed forward, dropping to his knees next to a very familiar form wrapped in a coat. He lay sprawled on his face in a pile of half-frozen trash, without hat or gloves or scarf, lying awfully still. As Bucky rolled him over, he saw the deathly pallor of Steve's cheeks, grey from the cold.

“Stevie!” he cried, shaking him by the shoulders. “Come on, pal, don't do this to me! I told you not to be an idiot!”

Sluggishly, Steve cracked his eyes open and let out a weak cough. Bucky had never heard anything more wonderful in his life.

“Come on, let's get you home.” Bucky shrugged out of his coat and wrapped it around Steve's shoulders before heaving him up into his arms. He hated how easy it was. Steve didn't even make a token protest as Bucky picked him up like a baby and hurried back the way he'd come.

It was marginally easier to get back home, with the wind at his back the whole way. Bucky barely even noticed the snow and ice pelting his back and soaking him through to the skin. All he cared about was getting Steve home as fast as possible.

Finally, gasping for breath and shivering all over, Bucky stumbled up the last few steps and fumbled with the door to their apartment. He realized he hadn't even closed it all the way, in his haste to find Steve.

For the next few minutes, Bucky bustled around. He stripped off their sopping wet clothes and replaced them with clean, dry ones, tucking Steve back in bed under his mountain of blankets. He heated water for tea and a hot water bottle, but even with those heat sources, Steve was still shivering.

Bucky wasn't a nurse like Miss Sarah had been. He couldn't tell if the shivering was from the cold outside, or the fever within. He wasn't sure if he should be trying to warm Steve up or cool him off, but he couldn't stand to hear the way Steve's teeth kept chattering. So he crawled under the covers as well and pulled Steve closer, wrapping his arms and legs around him.

“Gonna catch what I've got,” Steve mumbled, but the shivers were already dying down.

“You don't get to lecture me, idiot,” Bucky said fiercely, resting his forehead against Steve's clammy temple. “What the hell were you doing out there?”

“Going to Mom.” Steve blinked blearily at him, like that was a perfectly normal thing to say.

“In a blizzard?” Bucky spluttered at him. “The cemetery's a mile away! What were you going to do, just walk there? You've got a fever, Steve! You can hardly make it to the toilet without keeling over!”

“I know, I...I wasn't...th-thinking straight....” He broke into a coughing fit, weakly turning his head to the side so he didn't cough directly into Bucky's face. Then he started choking and wheezing around the congestion in his lungs, and Bucky hastily helped him sit up, thumping him on the back until the fit was past.

Easing Steve back down and carefully tucking the blankets back around him, Bucky eyed his best friend anxiously. He looked utterly exhausted—huge bags under his eyes, his cheekbones jutting out in his pale face, his hair still damp from the snow. In this moment, while his breath wheezed in and out, he looked like he was on death's doorstep. But that thin chest still rose and fell, and that was all that mattered.

Steve cracked his eyes open again and found Bucky's. “I...I know I'm...an idiot,” he whispered. “Sorry.”

With a sigh, Bucky lay back down and pulled Steve into his arms. “Yeah. But you're my idiot. So don't you die on me too, okay?”

Out of nowhere, tears flooded his eyes. Tears of the fear that had chilled him to the bone when he'd realized Steve was missing. Tears of relief that he was okay. Tears of grief, still so potent even after all this time.

Cold, trembling fingers brushed against his cheek. He blinked the tears away to find Steve watching him with concern, his gaze intent even through the haze of fever. “I'm not going to die, Buck. Not today.”

Bucky covered Steve's hand with his, hoping to warm it up. With a sniffle, he nodded. “Keep it that way.”

#ask and you shall receive #nerdychristianfanboy #ask games #let me count the ways #captain america #bucky barnes #steve rogers #brooklybros #white tree #this took me a while to figure out because my first idea was to make this about sometime when they're kids and steve confronts a bully #but since i was homeschooled i was never really bullied and i always struggle to make that sort of thing realistic and not too dramatic #so in the end i decided to flesh out a little scenario i've always imagined

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classicequinox · 7 months

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Fic FAQ: Where your love has always been enough (for me)

Hello, I thought I'd compile the most frequent questions I've been getting for this fic here for easier viewing/in case you have the same question! :) WARNING: SPOILERS ABOUND

Do avoid reading if you're not up to date with the current chapter, or if you'd rather wait and see how things go as new chapters are released!

1. How old are all the children? Their ages will of course increase with time since this fic spans so many years, but as of chapter 19 (Shouto's birth):

Touya: 10 Fuyumi: 6 Natsuo: 4 Shouto: 0

Keigo: 9 Emiko: 9 Geten: 6

Hana: 10 Tenko: 5

There are some differences from canon since this fic was planned long before all the children's ages were confirmed in the manga!

2. When is Hawks going to appear ? As of chapter 23: very, very soon...

3. Is Touya/Hawks going to be a thing? Yes, they most definitely are! Don't worry I wouldn't be so evil as to tag them for only that angsty DabiHawks scene set in canon :')

4. When is AFO going to do something/why isn't All Might doing anything about AFO? No, I haven't forgotten that AFO exists (and neither has All Might) but unfortunately, there are only so many plotlines that can be actively followed at once :') Let's just say, AFO is up to his usual scheming behind the scenes and All Might is actively dismantling various of his organised crime units.

(That being said, we should get a little preview of AFO in a couple of chapters from C23!)

5. Is Izuku going to make an appearance? Definitely!

6. Are any of the Todoroki children also from Enji's canon timeline/going to travel back in time from the future? Unfortunately not, for 2 main reasons:

1) It's a little universe breaking since the way the branching timelines work, even if the kids travel back, it'd be this AU timeline's version of them who would travel back rather than their canon versions (who would still be stuck in their sucky canon childhood with canon Endeavour)

2) It'd make for a whole story of its own that wouldn't fit into this already very giant fic :')

BUT on both those notes, I'm very willing to break the universe's space-time rules and explore the delicious feels in a spin off! It's still a long way to go (I'd probably want to complete the main fic first), but I imagine any of the kids (Dabi, anyone?) would have a pretty interesting reaction to being thrown into this AU

Feel free to let me know which characters you'd most like to see in that scenario :)

7) How long will this fic be? Good question :') While my headcanons stretch out across the kids' childhoods and deep into their teenage years and beyond... in the name of good storytelling to avoid bloating this fic too much, this story will likely end pre-canon, albeit with a long canon era epilogue.

Projected total chapter count (subject to change): ~30-35

Before I get a lot of screams and angry yelling: I do still intend to flesh out and post those headcanons I mentioned as stories in the same series. Whether as a single actual slice-of-life sequel or multiple character-focused fics or a mix, I haven't yet decided, but there's that!

--- Feel free to ask if you have questions that aren't listed here! :)

#fanfic #mha #faq #endeavor #todoroki family #my fic #where your love has always been enough (for me)

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ramblesbambles · 5 months

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When my fingers start feeling twitchy and irritated, it seems I just loose myself. I can't think, everything around me makes me want to cry and scream. It's not anxiety, but I don't know. Stress? Even writing this I feel so stressed, a whistle from outside seems to reverberate through my ears, making me furious. The sound of my mother vaping, the old coils popping, pisses me off. The cat cleaning himself, the rhythm of water dripping, my little brother talking. It makes me so fucking mad and irritable. But I can't move, I'm stuck here, I'm worried that I'll lash out. I haven't thrown a tantrum since I was young, but I've always had these emotional fits. I fear my own aggression, then again keeping in emotions is what causes mental illness. But I'm just so mad. My hands shake so much, everything is so annoying even if it's not repetitive. I can't nap, I become so frustrated with drawing and other dexterous things. Walking is a good cure but there's no one to go with. I could go by myself but I'd be riddled with anxiety. Push my own boundaries, past the fear of failure. Though my professor thinks it's more of a fear of success. Which I believe to be true.

I had a good dream awhile ago, though silly as it is. It made me feel wanted, it made me feel powerful and gave me what I wanted, the ability to change. Though the two people who wanted me, I don't believe in. Satan and God. It's kind of funny, why those two? There are other gods and religions but why those two? Maybe it's my upbringing, pretentious I know. But I was swooned with the desire for pleasure and pain. I want to be riddled with scars and yet keep a pure mask, scars that bloom with new flesh and phalanges. What I'd do for wings, what I'd do for the moulding of my own flesh. So I can be feared, loved and respected. I want to eat the flesh, devour, bathe and writhe.

Hello Mr edgelord lmao, couldn't get out of that angsty middle school mindset, that's why you have a septum piercing and such a retarded belief. I've never grown, the further I get to be myself I end up stepping back into my more immature mind. Such a skewed idea, I know you can only see through your own eyes but it's too easy to think that all this is my reality, and if my wish can come true. It's hard to imagine that I'm not an individual, selfish selfless and egotistical. But it's my mind I'm in, I forget what's under my flesh, it's easy to have a god complex and it makes me feel better. Narcissist. I don't know maybe I am, but I feel a certain bliss thinking about it sometimes. I hate, as many others do, these man made rules of life. Pay your mortgage, accept your superiors and all these things that make certain people look down on you as if they are gods. Edge lord egygegyehy edge lord. Get down from your high horse you don't deserve what you preach, I'm human. Others are human, you're average, you're not special, you're nothing. Stop trying to be so poetic, I fucking hate this mindset you have. You're so fucking disgusting, inside and out. Stop thinking like you know better. Ignorant faggot. Shut up, don't kill your self just shut up. Move, get up, move. Shut up, shut up. You're no philosopher, you decide yourself thinking of these false scenarios. Why can't you be closer to reality, touch grass you chronically online shit. Get off of here and think for yourself, stop feeding yourself others opinions and phrasing them as your own. Hypocrite

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sanghyukstattoos · 3 years

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SF9's reaction: cockwarming

Genre: fluff-fluff-fluff; smut-smut-smut

Characters: SF9!

A/N: None of the images in the collage are mine, refer to here for more; For more SF9, read here, for iKON, read here and for optional bias writings, read here!

Youngbin:

Plays in pairs

When you first present the idea to him, given that the circumstances are of a light atmosphere, you'll fluster him, impeccably. His cheeks will turn pink and he'll maybe giggle a little and cover his mouth out of shyness but he won't be averted to the idea. He loves it but you just caught him off guard ahaha. When it's under a serious circumstance, like you are describing what you would like to try out, he would seriously contemplate your idea. He won't seal the deal if he doesn't like it the first time around. He'll try for a second to give it a chance. During your first time trying this out, it'll be spontaneous. Like you are watching a movie or a documentary and you or him decide that you want to give it a try. He'll firmly hold your waist as you settle onto him. If you are horny, you wait for a few minutes before you think, 'Enough of this' and rock him out of this world. What could he say? If you aren't, it'll be peaceful. But there's a dilemma. If you are sitting on the sofa, you can't see the screen. But you want to watch (sad). He'll say, ''It's okay'' and switch off the tv and it will resume in the bedroom. Just a beautiful atmosphere where you have deep conversations. He'll listen to your insight and internally marvel at how your perspective and compliment them with some of his own. It's like turn-taking, an essential part of a relationship where you go back and forth, speaking about one topic to the end of it where you have nothing to say anymore and then you'll move onto the next. It'll go on for ages, till the two of you are hungry. When the two of you go the kitchen to make something, he'll do what he couldn't do when the two of you were cock warming. The same thing may happen when the two of you are about to fall asleep, the lack of lights appeal to his other side, love-making.

Inseong:

This one is a funny bunny

It's a routine for you to cock warm after sex just like when he's on the laptop, surfing the net at the dinner table and you are sat on his cock, back to his chest, keeping him warm. After sex, it's a gateway to another round, on the bed or in the shower or to sleep in that position but not cock warm. He would love cock warming in the morning if it's cold then, probably in your balcony or in the kitchen, hugging you from behind and trailing his hands to your tummy and chest every now and then. He would love when you capture when you capture his lips in a sweet embrace, beginning a long make-out session when he's in you. If he's horny, you can bet that he's going to tell you about it. ''Babe'', he places a delicate kiss on your neck, ''tell me'' you moan out. His hands have already found your tummy and trailed downward, rubbing your clit but not to just merely stimulate you, to see if you are wet as he imagines you to be. He loves you. He's going to make love to you, to see those expressions on your face and feel you around him, holding you in his arms till the two of you have exhausted yourselves out which could one round or more than one. I can imagine you and him in the kitchen, he's got you pressed against the counter and that's how the cock warming while horny scene may play out. Another one is when abroad, maybe in a hotel or airbnb, he'll have you in his arms but that's not how it starts. He'll be playful about it, surprising you with a hug from behind, kissing the spot near to your ear, whispering some *interesting* innuendo into your ear, it makes you laugh anyway. A couple of seconds later, he's turning you around, kissing your tummy and inner thighs all the way till he's on his knees, he'll make sure to nuzzle his nose against your panties and lick a stripe at the material, slowly pulling them down. Arousal buzzes through you because he's telling you, ''fuck, baby you taste so good, stay still for me'' or something like that, it's a little muffled because he is preoccupied in drawing you to pleasure and pleasure and then release. He'll eat you out multiple times or till your knees buckle, depending on whether you had sex previously and then just maybe, in a moment driven by passion, he'll carry you to the sofa and that's where you'll cock warm, giggling to one another of what just happened, what you want to do afterwards. Wrap your legs around his waist, press him against the sofa and lift your hips again, he'll start the process again, all while laughing. It's just light-hearted.

Jaeyoon:

Absolute sweetheart/ dream husband

In this scenario, let's say that he is your husband. When you suggest cock warming, he's a little uncertain (by his little frown) but also inquisitive (by his questions), *Frowning* ''What is it about?'' would be the situation, he would look very cute when he asks. Presumably the two of you would be cuddling and you happened to stumble onto this conversation, he would not be shy, just like, 'You have an idea, let's hear it then!', also like an explorer, he's willing to try new things even if it means pushing his boundaries a little bit. But, this does not fall into that category of pushing boundaries. Maybe pushing his patience if he's horny. The latter scenario is guaranteed to occur at multiple points of time. You'll be lying on your side with his cock in your ass, it's a little jerk that alerts you or his hands that begin to wander everywhere like kissing your neck, then your lips and his hands have already begin to stimulate your clitoris. You moan into the kiss and then he knows and he smiles into the kiss while rocking his hips against yours. Everything is forgotten in the background. Unless it's life-threatening. Like food can burn or you could watch three episodes on netflix that you aren't truly watching, he's not stopping till the both of you are tired to the bone and have released multiple times. Quite the sweetheart though, he'll get up and shake himself if he's about to fall asleep the next minute and he'll grab a cloth for you like you protest but he says as he's already getting up, ''no, stay there, I've got it!''. You smile and slump and he cleans you, tosses it away and then climbs on top of you, pulling you into his arms. If he can, he'll try the idea of cock warming and spoon you throughout the night but if he can not, he'll definitely do it the next day. He's committed to the plans he makes or what's going on at that moment. Let's say you have an argument, you are trying to smooth things out, ruffle out misunderstandings and you won't talk it out with sex but communicate to him about it. The night will end in cock warming, to bring you closer and then it's all jokes from there, especially about the argument, it's either you teasing him or the other way around and that's how you fall asleep: content.

Dawon I Lee Sanghyuk:

He has his days.

On a day when he's tired, to the bone maybe, he's come back from work and you want to cuddle, using the idea of cock warming to propose the intimacy you want to feel during the night that you couldn't during the day, I'm sure that he'll do it for you. If he does not fall asleep immediately, he'll caress your backside, admiring the way the flesh conforms to his grasp. He loves all of you. He will pepper kisses along your neck, down your collarbone and to your breasts, sucking your erect buds but he won't touch your centre. He likes to go slow, never stopping these moments with you or he'll take you in the morning. At times like these, he loves when you touch him, just your touch on his skin, turning heated. When you are making out, it would be your tug on his hair, like urgency for more or roaming your hands all over him or tracing his hair from his navel to the band of his underwear would be his favourite save for the best of all, when you direct how everything goes. If he does fall asleep immediately, it'll be after he kisses you. During this time, regardless of whether you were cock warming or not, he would love for you to tangle your fingers in his hair, it lulls him to sleep and even to sleep in your chest, being the small spoon, he would absolutely love it. He has trouble sleeping alone but when he's with you, it's not the case. When he stretches you out after days of not having sex, he tries to hold himself back from releasing, the wait and foreplay was enough to spiral his mind, gasping in your ear. But if you are too tired, he'll take it into consideration, seriously and hold back from lifting his hips off yours and filling you up. When he cock warms just to end the day comfortably, it will turn it into sex if the two of you contain some semblance of energy and are away from that playful and teasing mood, with hours on end before you sleep. It will be just the feeling of his cock filling you up, holding you to the bed with your legs wrapped around his waist, whispering how much he loves and that you are doing well, growling and stilling, your release triggering his, holding you when you are tired or in between rounds decorates the night. He holds your hand when you have sex, always, if your hands aren't roaming his body, feeling it. Otherwise, he'll hold you, preferably with all of your clothes off, no material between the two of you, you two speak about your day, the present and the future. It could even be a tickle session that ensues. The atmosphere will be lively, especially with his jokes and teasing and all the loves he has to offer.

Rowoon I Kim Seokwoo:

Prince of visuals, no?

Since he has such visuals, let's imagine that he takes you on a yacht (ya-ch-ht; hard time spelling that folks 🥵 + why do people go on a yacht? I'm struggling to think of a reason?). Seokwoo's marvelling over your amazement at the beauty of the ocean, the clear blue waters and occasional shade of the fish passing by. He even jokes that he hopes ''no shark gets the two of you'' and then laughs at your expression. Please, he's trying, don't throw him overboard :/. You enjoy the heat some more before he's by your side again, the yacht is paused, it gives you ideas. As soon as he's sat by your side, you take to straddle him, therefore effectively cutting him off. The surprise is evident on his face but his hands are resting on your backside, getting comfortable there. He groans out when your lips touch his neck, nipping the flesh to give him love bites which earns those husky groans of his. They send vibrations down your spine, tingling your core with wetness. With such a beautiful scenery surrounding the two of you, it's easy to fix your eyes on two places and think about how beautiful either are. He intimately hugs you, sucking an area on your breast, removing it from your top and placing the perk bud into his mouth, the act itself is hot and you grind down on him, not holding back your moans because of the silence of the ocean, save for the splashing of waves. You ride him, letting out sweet fucking moans, whimpering in his ears for him that it's so good, you can't get enough. When you are all sweaty, you cock warm in the shade, making out. It's a very soft moment, like sealing the deal? He wants to make you happy and he'll do stuff for you to achieve it. Cock warming is bonding for the two of you, to spoon and gossip about the other rich couples that you saw or speak about your day or just lay there, in each other's arms, enjoying the moment. When it's cooler, he would be okay to cock warming in a public space such as underneath a tree on a beach. You may be a bit far from the sea but you can smell it which makes you happy. It's a very calming day when you are tucked in his arm, leaning on his chest with his cock buried deep inside of you, feeling a little chilly but you are covered by a blanket. All in all, it's private for the two of you.

Zuho I Baek Juho

Cat man 🦸‍♂️

He would love to cock warm indoors, when his cats are sleeping, safely tucked in their beds as you are in each other's arms. It'll be quiet, you can only hear what's outside, maybe the train passing by or vehicles or pure silence which is hard to come but not impossible. If something's disturbing you like traffic, heavy honking, he's not for it and he'll move you two to somewhere else like the bed or on his studio chair. If you are tired and want to cock warm while he is producing, he'll hold you close to him and ignore the cramp in his legs. When he sees you sleep, he'll go soft and admire your prettiness, not forgetting to wrap a blanket around you. When it's silent, a relaxing atmosphere in which you can fall asleep easily, it's where cock warming will occur the most. An example could be in a space by the windows in a high-rise building or if the place was in a non-busy area like the countryside. There are occasional noises, some make you perk up while other's make you laugh, all while intimately spooning with him. You tell him: it's an indescribable feeling but you will try explaining. Don't be scared, he'll love your words. Relating cock warming to something and being subtle instead of explaining outright would prompt his chest to blossom with love from you, it's the feeling you've brought out from him and to in expressing his feelings, he may cry a little and kiss you like 'Can you feel this love I feel for you? I love you'- is what he is trying to say through the kiss. It's a very wholesome moment, your confessions to each other, spoken beautifully. He would also love to cock warm bare, without any clothes so that the two of you can be purely intimate and he loves your body. If you don't or lack appreciation for your fine self, he'll initiate cock warming if you aren't already and kiss your body and squeeze the parts he can't reach like his appreciation for your butt/ breasts/ stomach or whichever one it is that you are conscious of/ don't love as much as possible. And the opposite too! If he's not feeling okay or feels conscious of himself (pressure from people telling him how artists should look?), cock warming would be a way for you two speak about it whilst loving one another at the same time.

Yoo Taeyang:

What a precious guy

May be confused about the concept at first, even awkward the first time you attempt this, it takes him a little while to get used to this scenario: laying on the bed in each other's arms after carefully navigating your limbs around, his cock in you, completely. But he warms up, he'll make sure that you are comfortable and will also love to take this concept elsewhere, like the living room when you watch tv. When he's tired, he may not be able to carry it out simply because he has no energy or he may be horny (head) but not (body), it happens~ When that happens, he wakes you up with kisses, all over your body and he'd do this, regardless of what happened the previous night, it's automatic for him. Another scenario would be when he is bored, laying around doing nothing and fumbling for something to do, he'd initiate cock warming, that little sigh when he slips into you, relief. From there, he may definitely not hold himself back, the two of you would end up having sex. If it's you and he's doing something and you want to sit on his cock, he'll set down what he is doing and let you. As you hold onto him, he'll notice your whimpers, softly decorating his ear, letting him know how much you want him. He'll tease you till you are hiding away in the crook of his neck or playfully hitting him but he'll satisfy your desires all night. It's for you. However, when he does want to cock warm, he'll snuggle into you, nestling his head over yours. Little touches, lingering over your waist will be presented to you, as well as his admiration for your body. He'll cock warm in your sex or ass. When it's in your ass, he'll take his time admiring your ass, your breasts, any place he can place a kiss on really but he's not really kissing, he's looking and telling you how much he loves you.

Hwiyoung I Kim Youngkyun:

Resident cutie

He's got you in the palm of his hand especially because of that cute face, cute expressions, cute mannerisms, overall a very lovable guy. Can be awkward sometimes but it's okay because his loving personality makes up for it. Is also a shy little bean at first which makes you want to shower him with lots of love and praise. Glady accepts your kisses and hugs, gets shy when you first do them but eventually reciprocates them. To the point where it's comfort, safety and that you can be vulnerable with each other. *This is quickly turning into a boyfriend! Hwiyoung*. It's something that he suggests, the idea of cock warming. Really your jaw should drop when you hear it from your boyfriend. After a sex session, when the both of you are all sweaty and won't go for another round, he wouldn't mind if you were on your knees, keeping his cock warm with your mouth. He could be leaning back on the seat, going through his favourite sites while you sit in between his legs, ignoring the ache in your thighs. He would have you cock warming naked, bare for him and only him to see while he himself is fully clothed. That session could have potentially included bdsm, in a separate room that you have specially for it and this time, you could have been flogged, denied your release or being used, whatever your fantasies may be. It could also be the opposite way where you are the dom. In that case, it would be a command or a form of bonding where he will be punished if he moves when he is in your sex or you cuddle and speak to one another about the session, respectively. If bdsm is not included, then he would love to cock warm! To him, he gets to be with you and speak to you- whatever it may be about. For example, it could be deep, philosophical conversations or you both cuddle and sleep. Either way, he likes spending time with you especially in such a quality manner.

Chani:

*insert a gulp and a surprised face*

Remember that SF9 was discussing about mature concepts as a part of planning for their Kingdom stages and the editors used a fish filter to emphasise Chani's round eyes or rather, his innocence. ''HUh!??!'' is his brain, whirring away like an air conditioner at an office, rolling round and round when you propose this concept. He goes blank and you just sit back, waiting patiently. It has come to this moment. But his smile grows and it keeps on growing till he's unexpectedly pulling you onto his lap and connecting your lips. He knows that you should discuss it first but first, he wants to have you as close as possible when you discuss this. At first, he's peppering kisses on your face with you giggling, telling him that you want to continue and then he says, ''one moment baby'' before he swoops in for your lips. You reciprocate the passion, the moment is neither heated nor too soft, just in between and you have a make-out session for a couple of minutes. He doesn't know why, it's random but the both of you are loving it, like an initiation ceremony into a new stage of your relationship. And here were all along, navigating blind (👀🚫). It's planned with enough space for creativity. You are on the bed and you squeeze his shoulders when he presses at your entrance and fills you up. You wait to adjust to him. At first he's like, ''This it?'' and you have to laugh at that, quite true that you also though the same thing. Soon he's kissing you all over, sucking your nipple and the area around it, turning it a shade darker: he's teasing you, taking his time till he's done cock warming. He tells you that he would love to try out cock warming in your ass sometime and then it's all giggles from there. You ask, ''did you search-'', cut off by his fingers that circle your clit and press, drawing a gasp or a hitch of the breath from you. Then he starts to rock his hips and you know that cock warming is over, at least for now. He's hovering on top of you and losing control over his thrusts and spilling into you later on. A common scenario would be when he's playing games and you are sitting on his cock, maybe sleeping or doing something else, unbeknownst to his friends that he's speaking with on his headset.

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Long, Slow Kisses - Inspector Cavill 5

Guess who's back again? It's Inspector Cavill and his girlfriend! I thought you might enjoy another smutty chapter of their lovestory. (You can find the Inspector Cavill series, parts 1 - 4 on my masterlist.)

I got inspired by the song "Long, Slow Kisses" by Jeff Bates (see end of post for spotify link). I used quotes from the lyrics in the fic, they are written in italics.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x female reader, y/n

Warnings: RPF but AU (Henry Cavill is an inspector at Scotland Yard), song fic (kinda), fluff, smut, sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), deep throat, unprotected sex, 18+, NSFW

Unbeta'ed! English is not my mother tongue!

Credits: I know nothing about Henry Cavill, this is pure fiction. Pics for the moodboard are from Pinterest.

Taglist: (let me know if you want to be added or removed) @hell1129-blog @lunedelorient @inlovewithhisblueeyes @mis-lil-red @willkatfanfromasia @omgkatinka @summersong69 @agniavateira @legendarywizarddetective @taebfada @xxxkatxo @kebabgirl67 @artandotherdelights

Summary:

Imagine...You and Inspector Cavill are a couple. It's been two years now and somehow everyday life has pushed romance and passion back a little. The same old treadmill day after day has damped down the fire of being newly in love. The spark is still there but in the last months it had been buried under a lot of work and all kinds of duties.

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It was Saturday morning and Henry had to go to the office again for paperwork though he had promised he would spend the day with his girlfriend y/n.

"Really, Henry? Again? You promised it. You're not working on a case, why do you have to go?"

"Darling, I'm really sorry but I have to do my paperwork. You saw the pile on my desk yesterday. It's growing taller than me, I will never be able to work through it without some extra hours." He gave her an apologetic smile.

"You promised it, Hen." She repeated with sad eyes. The disappointment in her voice was killing him.

"We'll just take a rain check on this. We can go to the park and have the picnic tomorrow, okay?"

Henry kissed her on the cheek before asking her again. "Okay, princess?"

She rolled her eyes and shrugged. "Do I have a choice?"

Henry smiled and grabbed his jacket before opening the door. "Thanks, y/n. Love you." He was already on the steps in front of the house when he heard her.

"You know, Henry. Sometimes I feel like I'm not the most important thing in your life anymore." Her soft words were followed by a deep sigh and she closed the door before Henry was able to give her an answer.

All the way to work Henry just couldn't stop thinking about her words. It broke his heart to hear her say them because she definitely was the most important thing in his life. She was now and she was always going to be. He loved her more than words could express but obviously she doubted that. He was almost at the headquarter when he made a u-turn and headed back home.

She was in the kitchen, doing the dishes, when she heard the key turn in the lock of the front door.

"Henry? Is that you?" Y/n dried her hands with a towel and went to the hall where Henry stood with a lopsided smile on his pretty lips. "What's wrong, Darling? Are you sick?" She asked him.

"Naw, I ain't sick, it's just this morning, when you told me, you didn't feel like you were the most important thing in my life anymore, well that broke my heart. So, I had to turn around and come back and tell you what I'm gonna do about it."

She looked at him with a frown, confusion written all over her face. When Henry gave her a wink she stepped closer and placed her hands on his chest. She looked him in the eyes with a smile.

"That's so sweet, honey. And so surprising, but I'm curious now...what are you gonna do about it?" She returned the wink.

He cupped her face with his big hands and gave her a quick, tender kiss.

"I'm gonna light the bedroom candles, take the phone out of the wall. We can lay around and talk for hours or maybe we won't talk at all. I'm gonna resurrect the love that slipped away from us and the man you've been missin', startin' with some long, slow kisses."

She took a deep breath and smirked, biting her lip.

"Well, that sounds promising. So what are you waiting for."

Henry chuckled and pulled her close. Long, slow kisses followed, just like he'd promised. Y/n almost melted in his arms, it just felt so good, so hot, so sensual. Henry deepened the kiss and she got all wet just by the way he let his tongue roam around in her mouth. Henry's hands were all over her body, stroking her ass and her breasts which made her moan.

Hearing her desire turned him on so much he shortly considered taking her right there in the hall but he remembered his promise. He pulled away, out of breath, his eyes dark with lust.

"You like that, baby?" He looked at her with a lewd smile.

"You know I do."

"Then let's continue upstairs."

And before y/n knew what was happening he had swept her off her feet and thrown her over his shoulder.

"Henry?" she shrieked. "Put me down, I'm too heavy!"

"Don't be silly, hon." He laughed and took the stairs to the first floor so easily as if she was light as a feather. His strength never ceased to amaze her.

He put her down in front of their bedroom and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Just gimme a second, okay? Oh, and throw this away." He gave her his mobile. "Not literally of course."

"Sure." She grinned and Henry went to the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Y/N looked around and decided to hide the phone inside the laundry closet between the towels.

Just when she was done the door flew open and Henry made an inviting gesture. "Come in."

The room was bathed in dimness, only lit by her bedside lamp. Henry had thrown one of her light summer shawls over it, a crimson red one, and so the illumination created an illusion of sundown. Some candles were flickering on the window ledge making the romantic atmosphere perfect. Henry was standing beside the bed smiling at her with a hint of shyness. He usually wasn't a man of great gestures and he seemed to be unsure if y/n liked the scenario he'd created.

"Darling." She whispered amazed. "This is wonderful."

"So you like it?"

"Of course." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "It's so romantic."

"I was hoping you'd say that. I think we've neglected this part of our relationship a little in the last months."

"That's true." She sighed, sounding a little sad.

"I'm gonna make it up to you today, my love."

She gave him an encouraging nod and Henry continued with telling her what he had on his mind.

"I just want to let you know how ashamed I am for making you feel that way Darlin', I'm so sorry. I guess I've just been spendin' too much on making a living and way too little on making love. But if you can just find it in your heart to forgive me, girl, I swear from this moment on you'll always know where you stand with me. 'Cause what really matters most is you and me this close, feeling no distance, sharing some long, slow kisses"

Y/n looked at him with wide eyes and it was obvious that she was touched by his words.

"Oh my god, Henry. This is the sweetest I've ever heard. But it's not all your fault, we've both been so busy lately…"

"I know, but today it's my turn to show you how much I still care about you. How much you mean to me. And I don't just want to fuck you, I'm going to make love to you, alright? Will you let me love you, princess?"

"I'm all yours, Buzz." He smirked when he heard the nickname and pulled her close. They kissed again and it was the most sensual foreplay - slow, erotic, sexy.

"Let me undress you." Henry's voice was smooth and soft. He took a step away and started to unbutton her shirt. She wanted to help him but he grabbed her wrists gently.

"No, babe. Let me take care of you. All you have to do is to relax and to enjoy this."

She looked him in the eyes and nodded.

Henry slowly stripped off every single piece of clothing from her body until she was completely naked. He admired her body, smiling at her. "Sometimes I forget how very beautiful you are, darling." She returned his smile and batted her eye lashes suddenly a little self-conscious.

"Lay down." He patted on the mattress and y/n stretched out her body on the bed. She enjoyed watching Henry stripping off his clothes too and when he was naked he laid down beside her. A shiver ran through her body and Henry looked at her with a worried frown. "Are you cold, love?"

"No, darling, just shaking with anticipation."

"Good." He grinned and placed a sweet little kiss on her shoulder. "Why don't you close your eyes."

"Okay."

From this moment on all she could do was feel. She felt Henry's mouth on her lips and after a while he started to kiss every part of her body. Her neck, where he concentrated on the sensitive spot behind her ear which made her moan, her collarbone and her shoulders. He stroked her tits tenderly, kissing the tender flesh, licking and sucking her hard nipples.

"Oohhh…." She let out a deep sigh, her breath was going fast already. Henry continued to take care of her breasts, kneading them with his strong hands, just like he knew y/n liked it best.

She whimpered when his mouth left her nipple but when she felt his soft lips showering her belly with hot kisses she uttered a sexy groan, showing him how much she enjoyed his actions.

Henry climbed between her legs, spreading them wide enough to fit in with his body. He was kissing her lower abdomen now, his hands reaching out for her tits, giving them a quick little squeeze before he placed his hands on her thighs. He stroked her legs slowly, kissing her right above her pubic area.

"God...Henry…this is torture…" She was a panting mess already and Henry was so hard it almost hurt. "Do you want me to stop?" He whispered against her pussy, blowing softly against her clit.

"No. Please...don't stop."

Henry kissed her sweet spot before he licked through her folds a few times. "I love your juices. You taste so sweet, so pure, like dew, like nectar...and you are so damn wet, my love."

He straightened up to take a look at her and to give his dick a few strokes. A moan escaped his lips and y/n opened her eyes. She stared at his massive manhood with hungry eyes, licking her lips. "Stuff my mouth with this big cock, baby. I need to taste you."

Henry let out a growl full of arousal. "You want it down your throat?"

"Yes." Y/n moved her body and let her head hang down from the edge of the bed. It was her favorite position for deep throat, perfect for taking his length all the way down. Henry climbed off the bed and stood in front of her. His heavy cock was hovering over her head. He took it in his hands, giving it another few strokes and then he penetrated her mouth slowly, carefully.

They had done this before many times and he knew exactly what he was doing. Y/n loved having him balls deep in her mouth but she liked it slow, not rough. He never mouth fucked her, there was no need to. The way her throat closed tightly around the his dick, the feeling of her tongue pressing against his shaft, licking him, was enough to make him so incredibly horny, sometimes it even was enough to push him over the edge. But he didn't want to come in her throat today. He looked at her, how she sucked on him, playing with her own nipples and he started to move slowly, thrusting his hips carefully with tiny motions a few times. Y/n groaned, grabbing him by his thighs, obviously enjoying this.

He wanted to take her so badly, wanted to drag her down from the bed, take her in his arms, shove her against the wall and rail her into oblivion, her legs wrapped around his waist, her back pressed against the rough surface but he wanted to stand by his promise. Today he wouldn't simply fuck her, he would love her, show his affection. He pulled his cock out of her mouth slowly and climbed back on the bed.

"I need you inside of me, Henry. I need to feel you close." Y/n begged in a dark, needy voice.

He was back between her legs in an instant and kissed her before he let his dick glide into her wet, hot pussy. He took his time, letting her feel every inch. When he was completely inside of her they moaned and moved in unison for a pretty long time, their motions slow and intense, giving them the feeling of intimacy and total closeness. This was love making, this was passion, this was devotion. They looked each other in the eyes for the entire time, whispering sweet words, exchanging soft moans and little smiles. After a while Henry grabbed her ass and pulled her on his thighs to penetrate her even deeper. She lifted her hips eagerly and while he started to thrust, shoving his cock deep inside of her, she started to stimulate her clit simultaneously. It was such a turn on for Henry to watch her pleasure herself, he picked up speed, desperately wanting to fill her tight cunt with his cum.

Her moans turned into shrieks, his groans into animalistic grunts. They were rocking their hips, panting breathlessly, their bodies glistening with sweat.

"I'm close baby." Her voice was hoarse.

"Then come for me princess...come...."

"Fuck." Her pussy clenched around him and she cried out loud, enjoying her orgasm, rocking her hips, her legs shivering.

"Y/n…." Henry grabbed her hips and now he allowed himself to fuck her. He went fast, took her deep and hard before he came too. As usual he let out a long husky sigh, throwing back his head, thrusting his hips till his climax was over.

He pulled out slowly, plopped down beside her and took her in his strong arms.

"I love you." She whispered.

"I love you too, princess. More than anything in the world."

"I know, Henry." She turned to him and kissed him tenderly. "And if I ever doubt it again, just show me...like you did today."

#Spotify #henry cavill #cavillry #henry cavill fandom #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill smut #henry cavill x reader #inspector cavill

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abarbaricyalp · 3 years

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Idk if you are still taking prompts, but you know the vine two dudes chilling in a hot tub 5 feet apart cause they're not gay, and a girl quoting it in a park about two girls in the distance and one of them hearing and going "Actually I am gay" Like that scenario, only involving them fixing the boat? Maybe Sarah quoting it to give Sam shit when she thinks Bucky cant hear and Bucky goes "Wait, no I'm gay" or something, or just the general gist of that. Sorry if this us too specific, I've never sent anyone a prompt before :P

Hello Friend! Thank you so much for sending anything in at all! I know the vine you're talking about, but I couldn't find it on Youtube. (I did find a two day rabbit hole of old compilations though) This was also my first foray into writing Sarah as a fully fleshed character! I was excited to get the practice 'cause I had an idea bouncing around in my head about her and Bucky talking after he wakes up in the Wilson house. I kept her a little more like she had been in my other fics pre-show here. I so wish we got a little more of her!

Feel free, anyone, to send me Sambucky prompts!

The North American Superhero in a Domestic Situation

Sarah Wilson loved her brother deeply. The kind of soul crushing love that could only be formed through family, loss, and approximately four thousand brawls around the living room throughout their life. She looked up to her brother more than she could ever imagine looking up to anyone. Even when they were fighting or picking on each other, she couldn’t help but feel a swell in her chest when he came into her line of sight.

That didn’t mean she understood him. In fact, from the age of eight, watching her brother interact with the world had become her go-to pastime. Why did he have to roll every pea around the plate individually before eating them? Why did he and his friends spend seven years socking each other in the arm to prove friendship? Why did he talk to himself in the mirror, even when he knew Sarah or someone else was standing in the doorway?

Sam Wilson was just deeply weird. She had no idea how he had tricked the Avengers, a plethora of bad guys, and half of the media world into thinking he was remotely cool. She saw a news story once that had King T’Challa standing on a platform with Sam and the newscasters talked about how impressive Sam’s suit was. It was unnatural, the effect he had on people.

And in all her years, she never thought she’d see anyone weirder than Sam. But then James Barnes had showed up. It was like a complete reversal of Sam. Sarah was taken in for approximately three hours by his charm and face before she realized he too was deeply, deeply weird.

She justified sitting on the edge of the Paul and Darlene, watching her brother and James Barnes spar off about some dumb trivia fact, by deciding it was an anthropological expedition. The North American Superhero in a Domestic Situation. She watched Sam watch Barnes take a long pull off his beer. She watched Barnes kick his feet up near Sam’s legs and then draw them back quickly when a current jolted the boat. She watched Barnes’ fingers tap-tap-tap against the edge of the boat, inching closer to Sam’s shoulder before he chickened out and brought his hand back to his own lap. She watched Sam suggest Bucky take his jacket off, ‘unless you plan on sun blinding me with the robocop arm.’ She watched Sam look away when Barnes did shrug his jacket off.

When she was seventeen and Sam was fifteen, she had found Sam crying in his room, pillow pressed to his face to muffle the noise. They were at the age where going into each other’s rooms uninvited started international conflicts, but Sarah, who watched her brother intently, felt like she knew what was going on. So she let herself in through their Jack-and-Jill bathroom and shut the door behind her.

Sam didn’t stop crying, not even to yell at her to get out, so she sat on the end of his bed and rolled a baseball under her foot for a while. Finally, she’d said, “You don’t have to tell Mom and Dad, y’know.”

Sam had just about wailed and bit the corner of his pillow to stop himself.

“That’s gross, stop it,” Sarah ordered and pushed Sam’s shoulder back enough to yank his pillow free and then reached over to wipe the tears from his cheeks. “I should make you do the laundry this week so I know I’m not touching your snot germs,” she teased softly.

“How did you know?” Sam hiccuped out. Tears were still brimming at his eyes, but they didn’t fall.

“I’m your older sister. I made you. Like a doll. You think there’s something about you that I don’t know?” she joked. And when the tears did spill over his long lashes, she sighed and pulled him closer to her side. “I just know the way you interact with that boy from the basketball team ain’t just friendly.”

“Jesus, do you think he can tell?” Sam asked and she could hear the mortification in his voice.

“Sam, he’s a freshman in high school. The only thing he knows is that he’s scared of everything too. No one’s paying that much attention to you.”

“Screw you,” Sam muttered.

“What’re all these tears for you if you didn’t make a move and get shot down?”

“God, Sarah, can you not say things like that?”

“Watch your mouth,” Sarah warned with no heat in her voice. “Come on, tell me what’s wrong. I’m not leaving until you do.”

“I just…” Sam sat up and worked his jaw for a while. His chin dimpled and his eyes watered but he managed to control himself. “I’m scared, Sarah. I’m scared of never being in love. Of having to leave if I am. I’m scared to say something and I’m scared not to say something. I’m so scared of...losing any of it.”

“Sam,” Sarah sighed and pulled Sam into another hug. “You’re fifteen. You’re not supposed to be in love yet. You don’t have to think about any of that. You just have to focus on passing Geometry, alright? Mom’ll whoop your ass more for failing than anything else.”

“I have a B+, that’s not failing!” Sam snapped. He kept his face against her shoulder for a second long before he sat up and wiped his tears away. “Please don’t tell anyone.”

“Who am I gonna tell? I told you, my friends don’t like you as much as you think they do.”

“Your friends like me more than they like you,” Sam shot back and he almost sounded normal.

Sarah smiled softly and patted Sam’s cheek. “I won’t tell Mom or Dad. Of course not. That’s for you to do. But--”

“I’m always going to tell them when you sneak out the window.”

“No! Sam! You can’t! You owe me now!”

“Going to field parties is not the same thing!” Sam said in a shriek as Sarah leaned over to pinch his sides. They grappled for a second before Sam managed to push Sarah off the bed.

“You owe me,” she reminded him as she walked back to the bathroom.

Sam wiped his eyes again and nodded. “Sure, Sarah. I do.”

Sam almost had the same look on his face now. Like there was something he wanted to reach for that he thought was too impossible to hold. The Older Sister Instinct to Antagonize into a Solution kicked in.

“Two bros, chilling on a boat, five feet apart ‘cause they’re not gay,” she sing-songed. Sam looked mortified again but masked his face into something more irritated with a roll of his eyes when Barnes looked over at him.

“Ignore her. It’s this old video--” Sam started.

But Bucky interrupted to say, “Actually I am gay,” as he looked back over at Sarah. “Sorry if I got your hopes up,” he added with a grin that really did get the hopes up.

“What?” Sam asked and Sarah, ever watchful, could see the beer bottle shaking in his hand.

“What?” Bucky repeated innocently.

“He said he’s gay,” Sarah clarified.

“Thank you, Sarah,” Sam ground out. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Bucky snorted. “When would I have said anything? ‘Sorry for ripping your wings off and kicking you off of a hellicarrier, by the way I’m gay.’?”

“You did what?” Sarah asked.

“‘Sorry for claiming I didn’t bomb the UN only to be reverted back to the assassin who would have done that and then fighting you again. By the way I’m gay.’ ‘Thanks for saving my life. Sorry about the giant undersea prison. By the way I’m gay.’ ‘There’s an imminent battle with weird ass space dogs that want to eat our faces. By the way I’m gay.’ ‘Sorry about Tony Stark, whose life I kind of ruined. Lovely funeral. By the way I’m gay.’ ‘I’m in the middle of being pissed at you about the Shield. By the way I’m gay.’ ‘Maybe don’t take me rolling through a field of flowers. It does things to me ‘cause I’m gay.’ ‘John Walker’s fucking insane. I’m gay, but definitely not for this bullshit.’ I mean, come on, Sam.”

“Flowers?” Sarah asked.

“Besides, why would you care? I don’t make it a habit of telling straight guys I’m into guys.”

“You don’t seem to make a habit of telling many people that,” Sarah pointed out. “I googled you. Nothing suggesting that came up.”

Bucky shrugged. “I’m a guy from the 30s. It was trained out of me.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Sarah said quickly. “Back up away from that because we’re not gonna try to Oppression Olympics our way through our histories. Did you just say Sam was straight?”

“Sarah!” Sam hissed.

“Sure. I mean, I saw him with Romanov. Hill. He has Tinder on his phone.”

“Samuel Thomas, you better not,” Sarah warned lightly. “You’re better than that.”

“He’s a lady-killer.”

Sarah snorted and had to bring her hand up to her face. “He definitely is not. There has been no lady-killing on his end for a long time.”

“Sarah!” Sam tried again.

“You explain it to him then. Mr. 30s is gonna need the long way round explanation.”

Sam sighed and dragged his hand over his face. “Dammit. Fine. I’m not straight either, alright? I’m...bi, or something. It’s been a while since I’ve had to think about it.”

“What?” Bucky asked, not unlike Sam had.

“He said he’s bisexual. Interested in both parties. Swings either way. Hit a homerun and then hasn’t really swung since.”

“Sarah, Jesus Christ,” Sam groaned.

“What?” Bucky asked again.

“I was engaged. To a man,” Sam said.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Bucky asked, clearly missing the irony.

“Oh, it was inconvenient for you but I had plenty of opportunities, huh?” Sam asked. “Ms. Tell-It-All over there wasn’t joking. I haven’t swung any direction in a while. Not since before I met Steve. My fiance died. And then it never came up.”

Bucky blinked at Sam. He kept bringing the bottle halfway up his body and then setting it back on his leg without ever taking a drink. “Fuck, Sam, I’m sorry,” Bucky said, which was not what Sarah was expecting and it clearly wasn’t what Sam was expecting because Sam finally moved closer to Bucky on the bench.

“What for? You didn’t do anything. This time.”

“Yeah, but if I’d known you were into me too, I woulda kissed you in Germany.”

“Oh, I am so not into you,” Sam denied. “And I wouldn’t have our first kiss ruined by immediately running into the government’s roving show monkey.”

“That’s the worst,” Bucky agreed and also finally moved over on the bench until they were pressed thigh to thigh. “Tell me how much you don’t like me again,” he challenged.

“I can’t stand you,” Sam answered and brought his hand up to Bucky’s jaw.

Sarah couldn’t fight down the grin that came to her face and turned to prop her feet on the pier, back to Sam and Bucky. Just this once, she didn’t need to watch her brother to understand him.

Read on AO3 here!

#anonymous #prompts #sambucky #writing #fanfiction #i answer things #sarah wilson #sam wilson #bucky barnes

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ladyadalicialove · 4 years

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Me, says I will be on hiatus and probs won’t post anything cus exams and essays

Also me: procrastinating very hard

Don't mind me just salty about the new episode and what not...also I don’t want to finish my essay.

Anyway since Chat Blanc was basically fanservice that served no significant purpose to the plot of the show other than "what if" scenarios. I've decided to share some AUs to put some good wholesome content back into the fandom.

Also I need to write these things down before I forget....

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Previous Holder is now your Babysistter AU

(I don’t have an actual name for it lmao suggestions?)

I’ve had this one in head for a couple of months now. The premise of this AU is the miraculous doesn't just come with the Kwami but a ghost/apparition of the previous holder. Unlike the kwami's they aren't what makes the suit or have any magical abilities. Rather they are just glorified babysitters, looking after and guiding the new holder the best they can. Some are some magical rules with them though:

Only the miraculous holder and thier Kwami can see them, when they are still in their civilian forms.

They don’t disappear when the holder transform.

When other miraculous holders are transformed they can see other holder’s apparition, but when they undo the transformation they can no longer see them.

The holders and kwamis can touch them as if they were real, but they phase through everything and everyone else.

I liked the idea of the holders prior to Marinette and Adrien being a pirate and a sailor who fell madly in love. They unfortunately died together and never had kids so when they came back as “mentors” for two lovesick teens they adopt them so quickly.

Adrien gets Captain Noir, the most ferocious and seductive pirate of the seven seas! And she absolutely adores Adrien and quickly assumes a motherly role in his life. The captain doesn’t like that he is alone in the mansion and gives every second of her attention to him. She calls him her "big kitten" and tries to ruin Gabriel's day every second she can. She also despises Nathalie but tolerates Gorilla.

Marinette gets Commander Bug, a stoic and ever so suave solider of his majesty's Royal Navy. He is very chill and helps Marinette to calm down when she starts acting up. Since he is a high ranking soldier, he often assists Marinette in creating strategies to defeat villains in both her hero and civilian life. Tbh he is a very reliable guy and very sweet.

Honestly the two of them basically become parents to the two lovesick teens... and I imagine the story would literally be them ready to throw hands with Gabriel and Lila. Commander bug though ever so serious, meets Lila and immediately takes on the Captain Noir’s more... vulgar traits.

Commander Bug: Hey Marinette *nudges her* Dead men tell no tales. 😎 *makes obscene gesture towards Lila*

Marinette: FOR THE LAST TIME IM NOT MURDERING LILA

Tikki: no wait maybe he has a point

Captain Noir: Ye really need to scupper that deadbeat father of yours off the side of this building. Hey Plagg, do ye think I can take custody of Adrien??

Adrien: I’m not throwing my father off the building!! He can be nice!!

Captain Noir: Oh no ye have Stockholm syndrome... maybe I can cure it with some rum?? That always helped the new sailors who were home sick! 😱

Adrien: oh my god I’m only fourteen 😦

Plagg: *laughing hysterically* at least you can drink your woes away!!! 😂🤣

And yes they both like the Couffaines mainly because they live on a boat.

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The Mythical Miraculous AU:

I wrote and planned this one before it was revealed there are multiple miraculous boxes. So in this universe let’s just say that the events of feast never happened. Prior to the “episode” Fu relinquishes guardianship and loses his memories. Let’s say there is no sentimonster that caused the downfall of the monks but rather Fu causing the temple to burn down another way. How? Maybe he left a torch unsupervised and burned the place down. Why? Idk that’s just how it’s happening now.

Anyway this AU stemmed from doing so many OC drawing requests in January. And I created seven miraculous OC's whose kwamis/concept are based on the seven virtues. They are also all based on mythical creatures.

In the story I imagined that Marinette is 17 and was giving guardianship over the miracle box some time ago. One day while messing around with it, she discovers that underneath the ying and yang centre piece there was cyclinder compartment that contained a parchment. Unrolling it had printed on it six locations along with the name of the miraculous associated.

Tikki informs her of the seven miraculous that were created as backups if the the miracle box or miraculous’ were ever stolen, lost, destroyed etc. Basically the last resort. Thus they needed to be kept out of the miracle box and in the world and always ready to defend. Hence they were given to families across Europe/Asia who promised their loyalties to the miraculous cause.

Marinette decides since it’s summer break and she isn’t busy, to find each of them and get them to help in the fight against Hawkmoth. Tikki just rolls with it.

In no particular order these are the mythical miraculous and their holders:

London, UK ~ The Unicorn and Pegasus Miraculous of Kindness and Humility: They are currently owned by 12 year old British Twins, Iris and Ivy. They come from a rich family and only recently acquired the miraculous from their father and uncle. Ivy is all about sports and is extremely athletic, Iris prefers to read and paint. Apollo is Ivy’s kwami and he is a white unicorn, and Artemis is Iris’ kwami and is a black pegasus. The miraculous are anklets.

Sovana - Tuscany, Italy ~ The Ogre Miraculous of Charity: Currently owned by Raphael, a 21 year old Italian guy studying Archaeology. He lives out in the Italian countryside with his parents and many siblings, he has a big family who owns a huge block of farmland. He is super kind and very charitable and received his miraculous from his Nonna. Orc is Raphael’s kwami and he is a selfish little bastard but he is huggable. The miraculous is a belt buckle.

Nice, Paris ~ The Pooka Miraculous of Diligence: Currently owned by Colette, a 25 year old French girl who is busy teaching six year olds, she doesn’t have any family as she was orphaned as an infant. She has always had her miraculous as she was left at the orphanage with it. She was unfortunately never adopted out, but she is extremely motivated individual with big dreams. Cinna is Colette’s kwami, she is quite lazy and often called Cinna-bun. The miraculous is a hair clip.

Kazan, Russia ~ The Phoenix Miraculous of Chastity/Abstinence: Currently owned by Orion, a flamboyant and arrogant 30 year old. He is extremely beautiful and a very proud man, and most would think he is a bit of a f*ckboi but nope. He is just saving himself for the right person. His father gifted him the miraculous when he was 15. Newborn is Orion’s kwami, and she is little b*tch and very stuck up. The miraculous is an armband.

Nazareth, Israel ~ The Griffin Miraculous of Patience: Currently owned by Nevaeh, a 16 year old revolutionist and active feminist. She has big ideas and big dreams that she hopes with enough dedication and patience she can achieve. Unlike the others, she received the miraculous from her dying neighbour, who was an old man in his nineties who had no children. Nevaeh may not be an intended holder but she is a brilliant one! Constance is Navaeh’s kwami, she is extremely wise and a soft speaker. The miraculous is a thumb ring.

Seoul, Korea ~ The Sea Serpent Miraculous of Temperance: Currently owned by 19 year old aspiring pop singer Levi. Levi is extremely shy and laid back, he tends to be soft-spoken and polite.Often he dreams of being an Idol but his shy personality isn’t doing him any favours. His older brother was originally the miraculous holder but instead of accepting any potential responsibility he dumped it onto him. It was originally gifted to his brother by their mother. Sai is Levi’s kwami, he is extremely skittish and is just riddled with anxiety over the belief of the world ending. He is a bit of a conspiracy theorist. The miraculous is a fin pendant necklace.

Of course Marinette in three months convinces them all to go to Paris and stay there until the defeat of Hawkmoth.

During her travels and time with them, she unravels the mysterious of these seven miraculous and their history. What are their abilities? Why do they specifically correlate with the seven virtues? How powerful are they?

Ivy and Iris stemming from a rich family, rent out a lovely penthouse for the seven of them in Paris. Colette decides to be the legal guardian of the minors since she actually is French. Orion decides he is gonna be a dick. The rest are there for a good time and to kick a buterrfly's butt. And thus ensue chaos, pranks, romance and a whole lotta arguing.

I can only imagine all the kwami’s and Marinette sitting, drinking green tea while watching these seven holders become absolute hooligans.

I already drew up concept art of them but they are not good sketches so yeah maybe I will show you guys another time.

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Idk why I think this but I just figured everyone would hate AUs like this so I don’t bother posting these ideas especially if they are not fleshed out. I have so many but these are my most promising ones.

The previous holder AU is one of my favourites because I had Captain Noir and Commander Bug’s story in my head forever. I love me some pirates. I know their whole miraculous story, like how they fell in love and why she became a pirate etc. The part where they become ghost mentors is a fairly new addition, been rolling it around for a month now and it is 100% caused by the shitty parenting via la agreste.

The mythical miraculous one is extremely fun for me, but it was one of those AUs were I believed no one would like it so....yeah enjoy it?

If you wanna know more about each one send me an ask or send names suggestions!!

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