#AAAHHHHH I NEED TO PULL FOR HIM

[shunsuiken]

LYNEY IS SOOOO

#im like floating in the air rn wtf #hes gorgeous #AND HIS THEME SLAPS??? #LIKE BOTH OF THE SIBLINGS’ THEMES SLAP #AAAHHHHH I NEED TO PULL FOR HIM #— joy’s radio 🎙

[drizztdohurtin]

Sub!Rolan Headcanons

pairing: Rolan x gn!Reader (no pronouns or descriptions used, just "you")

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-MDNI-

What to expect: explicit NSFW content!

suggested prereads: NSFW Rolan Headcanons | General Tiefling Headcanons

OH MY GOD WHERE DO I START

So please read my general NSFW headcanons for him if you haven't already

A lot of this post is written assuming you and Rolan are in an established relationship

Right off the bat, I will say that he's not super kinky - at least not in the harder BDSM kind of way

Might be an unpopular opinion, but it must be said

I will elaborate on it later!

As I mentioned in my other NSFW hcs, he sees sex as a very intimate thing, and he wouldn't be open to doing it anywhere that wasn't private

He'd still be reluctant to do anything with you in his office - you'd have to work up to that; he prefers your shared bedroom over anything else

He will literally do whatever you want, his motivation is always to please you - you come first (heh)

All he wants to do is make you feel good

(respectfully, he'd be very easy to boss around and take what you want from)

He wants you to take from him - and he'd be so happy if you let him bring you pleasure

But you know what's even juicier? What gets him going even more?

When you don't let him touch you

When you focus your energy on making him feel good rather than yourself

Now THAT is the way to get him begging and whimpering for you

It's a great inner conflict for him - he doesn't want to allow himself to be put first, he wants to be the one making you feel good, not the other way around... but at the same time, he knows how much it gets you off, and isn't that his main goal?

So he'll absolutely take it, he'll do whatever you say, even if you're telling him to lay back and let you at him

In the beginning of your sexual relationship, there is a lot of protesting about this - "my love, please, I want to make you feel good, just let me please you," as he's laying naked on the bed, and you're licking a long stripe up his cock with half your clothes still on

but he quickly realizes how much you get off on it, so the protests subside and he actually gives into it

within no time, he's begging you to touch him and to let him cum for you

So if the overarching idea I wanted to drill into your head in the original NSFW post was how he sees sex as a very intimate thing, then the idea in this post is how much he pleads and begs when you focus on his pleasure

after a while of being together, he's so in love with you and he trusts you so deeply, he'd be so sensitive to you he would barely need you to touch him sometimes (I may or may not be writing a fic about this hehehe)

He's very vocal, especially if you express how much you love the sounds he makes

You get a lot of "mmmmm" and "aaahhhhh" types of moans from him, and at first, they're at the same pitch he normally talks in

but the second you get him really worked up, most of them are higher pitch and choppier - things like "ah.. ahh.. ah" and GOD it's delicious

When he's not begging for you, he loves to tell you how incredible you feel or how perfect you are to him... or he'll thank you

alright, time to elaborate on kinks

the general idea is that he would enjoy things that don't involve pain - no matter who's giving and who's receiving, pain would be a firm line for him that he is not willing to cross

However, he'd be turned on by things like that happening in the moment as a result of your pleasure

like if you dug your nails into his back and left scratches all over him because of how good he was making you feel

he wouldn't be turned on by the scratching, he'd be turned on by the fact that you were doing it because of how he was making you feel

it's the same thing with pulling his hair or gripping a part of his body really hard (like his arms or waist) - he wouldn't like it if you do it just to do it - the fact that it was a testament to the pleasure he gave you would make his head fucking spin

the only instance of pain that he'd be alright with you willingly inflicting on him is if you took the skin of his neck between your teeth in a mating bite - especially if one or both of you were close to your orgasm, it would absolutely send him over the edge

100% has a praise kink - it's so absurd how gratifying it is when he hears you say how good he's making you feel, whether it's from your moans or your words

Your sounds will literally be met with one of his in response almost every time

Rolan likely wouldn't be interested in any sort of physical restriction during sex - things like ropes or anything meant to hold one of you in place

to be fair, you wouldn't really need them anyway - you could just tell him to keep his hands off of you until you say so, and he would (but not without struggle)

and if he slips up, well then you get to... correct him however you see fit... and isn't that the fun part?

and here are some other spicy things he would be able to get down with if you were into them: calling you mommy/daddy, edging/orgasm control, a hand around his throat (light squeezing, if at all), body worship, pegging, breeding, overstimulation, being marked, and dirty talk (especially when it's accompanied by praise)

and a few other firm lines he wouldn't want to cross: degradation/humiliation, sensory deprivation, and public sex

Y'all ever think about Rolan crying during sex?.... cuz I do!

Don't worry, it's never because he's feeling negative emotions

It might be a rare occurrence, but it's definitely possible and I see it happening because of 3 different circumstances:

1) he is immensely horny, his cock is beyond throbbing hard, and you've finally given him an orgasm - one that makes his ears ring and his eyes water, and he's literally crying in pleasure (it's more like a few tears from how powerful the orgasm was but you get the point)

2) you're having extremely intimate sex with him - perhaps something upsetting has happened or is about to happen, and he's finding comfort in you making love to him and showing how much you care about him. The mix of emotions and his deep feelings for you could absolutely send him into some soft tears and a symphony of gentle "I love you"s.

or 3) he is, again, greatly horny and you're edging him and denying him of his orgasm, over and over, and at some point, it's almost like his body breaks, and you see a few tears stream from his eyes

imagine it, you once again remove your hands and mouth from his desperate, leaking cock right as he was about to spill over the edge into the point of no return. your actions cease and he throws his head back with a cry from the sudden lack of stimulation. With exacerbated breaths, two small tears drop from the outer corners of his eyes as his orgasm recedes back into him.

The tears aren't because he's uncomfortable or frustrated, they're an amalgamation of how many times you brought him to the edge that night, only to halt your movements right before he could cum, finally having built up something in him until they broke loose (rolan crying fic coming soon heh <3)

In moments that he's feeling particularly submissive, he might ask for validation - things like "Am I doing good? Am I making you feel good?" in a desperate whimper

and when your orgasm gets closer? He's begging you to cum for him, begging to feel you orgasm, encouraging you like it's life or death - "Come on, my love, please, come on, cum for me"

depending on the day, he might also say things like "take me", repeating it over and over, "take me, please.. agh, take me, my love, take me, I want to be yours, make me yours" (bite him <3)

and when you finally cum, all he can do is cry out at the sensation, his own climax bubbling to the surface

he nearly falls into a trance with how amazing he feels with all of the sounds and feelings around him

if he's inside you, it's the sound of his balls slapping against you and the lewd, wet noises coming from between your bodies, the feeling of the most sensitive parts of your skin under his palms (and his in yours) - that's the moment he wants to live in for the rest of his time

and when his orgasm finally arrives, he's begging your permission for his release, and (if he's inside of you) to let him finish inside

He cums especially hard with a chunk of his hair balled up and pulled by your fist, your teeth biting down on his neck, and your body pressed as close to his as physically possible

and as his load shoots out from him, sending rippling shockwaves of bliss through his body, he practically prays to you at that moment, worships the ground you walk on like you're a deity from the Outer Realms

and yet, you made him feel things so deeply and profoundly, more powerfully than any god has ever (and would ever) make him feel

once he's able to speak again, he only continues his words of praise and love - wanting to make sure you know how incredible you make him feel (as if hearing the noises he makes wasn't enough)

Aftercare is big for him, and it's a tossup between who takes the lead in it (unless you have a preference for one way or the other)

Rolan loves to continue to care for you after sex, wanting to make sure you're comfortable and hydrated - often suggesting a bath together

If he's particularly spent after everything, he prefers to stay close to your chest - and really loves it when you stroke his back or run your fingers through his hair; which would 100% earn deeply contented purrs from him

Screaming crying so excited to write that damn blurb, I have the whole thing planned out in my head but I haven't had time to write yet!!

I hope you all enjoy this one, I loved doing it quite a lot! Sub Rolan is my ultimate cup of tea, I think about it constantly. As always, comments and reblogs are always deeply appreciated and I read eVERY SINGLE COMMENT AND TAG <3333

#what will it be next week folks? #I still have yet to decide heheehehe #baby boy #rolan #bg3 #my writing #my hcs #headcanons #holy rolan empire #smut #x reader #x tav #brainrot #baldur's gate 3 #rolan posting

[babyhatesreality]

Hey!!! I loved your lates fic here

But I’m not sure how to think about Steve.

Would he still give her time out bc he thinks she is lying about something daddy said when she is telling the truth?

Imagine she gets in a little argument with another little one and the other one is telling her Papa that she said something mean/ a no no word. Would he believe his little one? Bc I don’t think so ☹️

AAAHHHHH I HAVE HAD THIS IDEA IN MY HEAD SINCE DAY ONE SO THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THE CHANCE TO WRITE IT!!! <3

Listen to your Little

Pairing: Daddy! Stucky x little f!reader

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, pet names, language, anxiety, mentions of past emotional upheaval, someone tells lies, mistrust, baby gets unfairly punished, mean Papa, mean Daddy, angst, fluffity fluff fluff fluff, everything gets worked out in the end because I always need a happy ending.

YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. THIS STORY IS SFW- THE REST OF MY BLOG IS NOT NECESSARILY SO. MINORS DNI. I DO NOT CONSENT FOR MY WORK TO BE STOLEN, COPIED, OR TRANSLATED ONTO ANY OTHER SITE BUT MY OWN. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated. 

A/N- this takes place about 2 weeks after you've moved in with Stucky, when you're still- unbeknowst to you- in your probationary period with SHIELD.

You were excited- and nervous- but mostly excited! It was your first play date with Wanda and Pietro since moving in with your daddies. You'd all met before of course, at the big welcome-to-the-family party, and gotten along famously. But this was the first time you were going over to Aunt Natasha's and Uncle Bruce's apartment to play. You and Wanda had bonded over your mutual love of Care Bears and My Little Ponies, and you were super excited to see her collection and play ponies again. You were nervous about Pietro, though. He wasn't exactly mean to you, but he didn't like that Wanda paid more attention to you than to him when you both were together. He also didn't like that you and Peter got so close, so quickly.

"C'mon, none of that now," Bucky said gently, pulling your fingers out of your mouth as he bounced you in his arms. The three of you were making your way to the elevator to go to the Banner/Romanoff floor. Bucky had noticed that you were a little hesitant when you'd left the apartment, so he had immediately scooped you up to snuggle you on the way. You had started chewing on your fingers, a sign that he'd only recently learned meant that you were feeling distress. "I don't want you to bite your fingers off. That's MY job," he teased, before pretending to eat your fingers playfully. You squealed and giggled for a moment, but eventually laid your head on his shoulder with a tiny sigh.

"What's the matter, Lovebug?" Steve asked, leaning into your view point and rubbing your back soothingly. "Are you feeling okay?" He looked around as they stepped into the elevator. He knew that SHIELD was watching their every move, and if something was wrong with you, by god he was going to figure it out in a heartbeat. He kept patting you, but you didn't speak until the doors to the elevator had closed.

"What if....what if dey don't like me?" you said, just loud enough for them to hear it.

"Wanda and Pietro?" Steve asked in surprise. "They already like you, angel. Remember how you and Wanda were playing that you were the little ponies just two nights ago?"

"MY little ponies," you corrected, your head popping up to make sure your Papa understood the very important difference in wording. He smiled.

"Sorry, MY little ponies," he said, booping you on the nose. "You two had so much fun that you fell asleep before you could finish telling us all about it, remember?" He and Bucky shared a private smirk; that had been the night they had discovered that letting you tell your own stories at bedtime was a bad idea. You had literally not stopped talking during your bath, pajamas, and being tucked into their bed. They found it so cute that they couldn't bear to stop you, but you'd continued for a good hour past bedtime until your exhausted body overcame your brain and you'd fallen asleep mid-sentence.

That hadn't gone over terribly well with the review board. They understood that Steve and Bucky hadn't wanted to stifle you, but they were concerned that not adhering to a strict schedule, no matter what, might set a bad precedent. From then on, Steve and Bucky had been fastidious about your bedtime routine. They weren't risking anything that could potentially 'set a bad precedent' and get you taken away from them.

You didn't know any of that of course- all you knew was that you were feeing a little anxious about the visit. When you didn't answer Steve right away, he continued trying to help you through this. "Tell you what, Katie Cat," he said, grinning when you smiled softly at the special nickname. "If you feel icky, or if something is bothering you, you can tell me or Daddy, and we'll all come back home. Okay?"

"Don't wanna spoil your fun..." you mumbled into Bucky's shoulder. Bucky and Steve locked eyes for a moment. They had prepared for things like this. In all of the time the three of you had spent together before this, you'd been very honest about your issues with abandonment and self-worth, and how it all tied into your need to regress. You were scared to death to do anything that might make your new and already-beloved daddies mad or upset, no matter how little it seemed.

"Baby, this time is for you, okay?" Steve said reassuringly. "We just want you to have fun with your new little friends. Daddy and I see Aunt Natasha and Uncle Bruce all the time, so if you need to leave, you're not spoiling anything. Everyone will understand, and no one will be mad. Okay?"

"Otay," you whispered back, a shy smile on your face. Bucky pressed a kiss into your hair.

"That's our girl," he said, nuzzling the top of your head with his cheek. "Do you want a paci so you don't chew on your fingers again?"

You shook your head. "No, tank you," you said politely, making them both melt. "Gonna be a big girl." You leaned back and looked at Bucky, tilting your head. If you were gonna be a big girl, you really should be walking by yourself...."Big girl later," you decided, then nuzzled back into the safety of Daddy's shoulder, making him chuckle.

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An hour later, you wondered what on earth you'd been nervous about. Wanda, Pietro, and you were currently playing the most fabulous game of Chutes and Ladders ever. The three of you had started the playdate with exploring their playroom. You were in absolute awe of the colorful and joyous chaos, and they had delighted in showing you everything. Then came the games. You hadn't played such a raucous, noisy version of Chutes and Ladders in so long and it was a blast. You were also apparently really good at it, as you placed your token on the winning block for the second time in a row.

"Wow! You are SO good at this game, Katie!" Wanda cheered, leaning over to give you a high five. "Here, high five Buttons now," she instructed, holding up her favorite teddy. You giggled and gently high fived his paw, making her laugh.

"That's not fair, that you won two games in a row," Pietro interjected suddenly into your joy. You quickly dropped your hand, feeling awkward. Pietro had been fine, if not a little quiet, when you won the first time, but it seemed like two times was his limit. You started feeling that little prickle of anxiety that you had when you were coming here.

"You're just jealous that she won and you LOST," Wanda said, sticking her tongue out. Pietro jumped up, enraged at his sister.

"I'm gonna tell Mommy that you stuck your tongue out!" he announced triumphantly.

"Then I'M gonna tell her that you're being mean to us and you'll get a time out," Wanda shot back, glaring at her brother. Pietro scowled at her, but sat back down.

"We're gonna play again and this time I'M gonna win," he grumbled.

"We don't hafta play dis game," you said hesitantly. "We can play something else. Whachu wanna play?" You bit your lip- you didn't want to lose your new friends on your very first playdate.

"This and I'm gonna win," he declared. You exchanged a quick look with Wanda, who shrugged and put her piece back at the starting block. Not wanting to rock the boat anymore than you accidentally already had, you quietly put your piece back at the beginning too.

You subtly tried to flick the spinner so you'd land on the lower numbers, but Wanda caught on immediately. "No, you gotta do it right. I want you to win again!" she said, making you retake your turn. You sighed and flicked, and of course, landed on a square that gave you a huge ladder up.

"You cheated!" Pietro said, pointing at Wanda after he realized how far ahead this made you in the game. "You made her go again and that's cheating!"

"Nuh-uh!" Wanda said hotly. "You're trying to cheat 'cause you wanna win."

"You're a big ol' dumbbell!" Pietro yelled at her. Your anxiety suddenly turned to anger at his exclamation. You knew that name calling was absolutely not allowed from any of you. On top of that, Pietro was just being mean. No one messed with your friends!

"Please stop being mean," you said, pushing yourself up to stand on your knees. You weren't quite brave enough to stand all the way up, but you definitely couldn't stay seated when your friend was being called names. Pietro's eyes narrowed at you menacingly.

"What did you say?" he said, almost daring you to say it again.

"I said please stop being mean!" you said, louder than you intended. Before you could even take a breath, Pietro zoomed out of the room. You looked at Wanda, startled. "Wha' happened?" you asked nervously. You knew that the twins weren't supposed to use their powers when they weren't on missions, so something bad obviously just happened for him to break the rules like that.

Just then, you heard loud steps pounding down the hallway. "Kaitlyn!" Papa scolded loudly as he came around the corner and into the room. You hadn't heard that tone from him before. You sat back down in shock, staring at him with wide eyes. What did you do for him to use your full name like that? "Pietro said that you were calling him names," he accused you, his hands on his hips and fire in his eyes.

"Wh-wha'? No, I didn't," you stammered, your mind spinning as you tried to figure out what was happening.

"No, Uncle Steve, she-" Wanda piped up. But Steve held up a hand to her.

"Not now, sweetie," he said, his tone just a touch softer, before he turned his glare back to you. You felt yourself shrinking down, feeling even littler than normal. "What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?" Steve scolded, his blue eyes narrowing at you.

"Papa, I didn' say nuffin' bad-"

"You know better than to call names, little girl," he said, almost as if you hadn't spoken. "There is no excuse for that kind of behavior. You don't treat your friends like that, and you don't call names, EVER."

"But-"

"But nothing. Come here, right now," he said, pointing to his feet. Scared to death, you shut your mouth and scrambled to get up and stand at his feet. "You're getting a time out," Steve said angrily, putting his hand on your back and ushering you out of the playroom.

You desperately wanted a chance to defend yourself, to ask why Papa believed that you would be so naughty. You looked up at him and inhaled as if to speak, but he immediately pointed a finger in your face. "Hush," he scolded. "Not one word." You obediently shut your mouth and tried to keep the tears from falling.

Steve led you to an empty corner in the dining room where he, Bucky, and Natasha had been sitting and chatting. Natasha and Bucky were nowhere to be seen, though. Steve made sure your nose was firmly in the corner before sitting down in the chair closest to you. "Now you think about what you've done, and when your time out it over, you're going to apologize to Pietro." It took everything within you not to make a sound or turn around at this injustice, but the fear of making Papa even angrier kept you in your place. You knew that you were not to move or make a sound in time out unless you wanted a longer one, so you kept yourself still.

Just then, you heard footsteps approaching. "Oh no," Bucky said when he saw you. "What did she do?" he asked Steve. You could hear the touch of steel in his tone, making you even more frightened.

"She called Pietro a name while they were playing their game," Steve responded, his own voice still tight with anger. "I let her know that is completely unacceptable, and she'll be apologizing when it's all over."

"Name calling?" Bucky said incredulously. He knew you had a mischievous streak a mile wide, but you had never been anything other than sweet and playful. He would never have thought you capable of that in a million years. His mind was blown at his sweet little angel being that mean.

"Apparently, they were playing a game, and when Pietro said something about wanting to win this round, she called him a 'dumb meanie-head'."

"What?!" Bucky yelled as you trembled in the corner. "Oh, she's writing lines tonight too. We are NOT letting her get away with this kind of behavior." Your insides quaked- now they were both against you and you hadn't even done anything.

"Hang on," Aunt Natasha said suddenly. "What exactly did Pietro say?" she questioned her oldest friend.

"He sped in here very upset-"

"He used his powers?"

"Yes. I don't think he meant to be bad, he was just worked up," Steve explained. You tensed up in the corner at Papa making excuses for Pietro, but still not defending you. Unbeknownst to you, Natasha noticed.

"Hmmm," she said, pressing her lips together as she thought. "Just out of curiosity, did Wanda say anything?" You couldn't see it from your viewpoint of the two walls, but the rest of the room saw Steve blush, slightly.

"Well, she tried to say something, but I...didn't let her," he said, a tad bit sheepishly. "I didn't want her to try to lie to get Katie out of trouble. We...can't take any chances right now. We need to make sure that we're...providing a healthy environment with boundaries and rules. We're not taking any chances. Not with our little girl."

Natasha knew exactly what Steve meant and that his heart was in the right place, but she also realized that you didn't fully understand all the larger implications at play here. And she knew her twins well enough to know that there was probably a lot more to the story.

"I hear you," Natasha said. "And I understand. But...just indulge me for a moment." She waited to get the nod from both Steve and Bucky before calling down the hallway. "Wanda? Pietro? Come into the dining room, please."

You tried your hardest not to fidget, but this was the worst. Your new friend and your now-mortal enemy were going to see you in trouble, and that was so embarrassing you started to silently cry again, biting down on your lip to not make a sound. You heard two pairs of feet shuffle in, but then the silence was shattered by your defender.

"No, that's not fair!" Wanda shrieked, pointing at you still stuck in the corner. "Katie didn't even do anything!!" At that, the room exploded into accusations and soothing words and frustration and anxiety, until finally Natasha made herself heard over everyone.

"Alright, ALRIGHT!" she shouted everyone down. "Wanda, tell me what happened." Pietro made a sound of indignation, but was quickly silenced. "You'll get your chance, Pietro. But Wanda is going first."

Much to your relief, Wanda quickly told the story of what actually happened, emphasizing that you had NOT called Pietro a name- you'd simply said that he was being mean. "Which he WAS," she finished sulkily, glaring at him.

A horrible, sinking feeling was settling into the pit of Steve's stomach. "Pietro, you told me that she called you a dumb meanie-head," he said, trying to keep his voice from shaking at the amount of damage he might have just done.

"It's what she MEANT," Pietro replied hotly after stammering for a moment, caught in his lie.

"NO IT'S NOT!" Wanda shrieked, outraged on your behalf. Pietro immediately started yelling back. Natasha quickly broke the argument up as Steve and Bucky both spun towards you.

"Oh my god, angel, I am so sorry," Steve said, his eyes brimming with tears. When you didn't make a move, his heart stopped for a second before he realized- he hadn't given you permission to leave the corner yet. You were being his good little girl, as always. "Lovebug, please come out of the corner. You should never have been in there and Papa is so very sorry."

You turned to him but couldn't look him in the eye. You didn't want him to see the tears that were still streaming down your face. But there was no way that he could have missed them. In an instant, he was crushing you to his chest, dropping kiss after kiss on top of your head in between apology after apology. "I am so sorry I didn't give you a chance to tell your side of the story, baby. Papa was very, very naughty today."

Bucky reached out and rubbed the parts of your back that he could touch, as you were still firmly held in Steve's arms. "And I'm sorry too, that I just jumped to conclusions," Bucky apologized as well. As someone who'd lost his own voice for years, he felt doubly guilty at taking away yours. "I will never do that again baby, I promise. Okay?" He moved in a little closer, exchanging a worried look with Steve when you didn't answer. "Angel?" he said softly. "Can you talk to me and Papa please?"

You finally turned your tear-stained face up to Steve. "I wann'ed to be a good girl today," you finally sobbed out. "Was I bad?" You were still too little to fully understand everything that had happened, but you were feeling some awful big feels.

"No Angel, you weren't bad at all," Steve said, feeling lower than shit. "You were very good to try to stand up for your friend, and I'm very very sorry that I didn't listen when you tried to tell me what happened. You are my good baby and you always will be." Steve expected you to yank yourself out of his arms and his life forever for his colossal fuck up, but the exact opposite happened instead.

You threw your arms around his neck and squeezed as hard as you could. You were so relieved that you hadn't been bad, and that things seemed to be getting back to normal, that all you could do was hold on to your Papa for dear life.

Natasha had let Pietro have his say while you and your daddies had been making up, but once he realized he was caught, he begrudgingly admitted that he had lied. He said that he'd been mad that he hadn't won and waited until Natasha wasn't near Uncle Steve to tattle. Natasha sent Pietro to his room promptly with the promise of a "long talk tonight with me and Daddy". She let Wanda worm her way into Steve's arms to hug you too. Wanda declared you the forever winner of Chutes and Ladders.

Steve and Bucky were both looking at Natasha, panic screaming in their eyes. What on earth was the board going to do with this? Would this be enough for them to take you away from them? However, Natasha smiled. "I got this," she said lovingly to her friends. She knew exactly how to manage this one with that damn board....

Later that night, Steve and Bucky each presented you with a piece of paper, in which they both had written "I will listen to my little girl" one hundred times each. Steve did two hundred, out of sheer guilt for putting you in time out on top of everything else. Your giggle at their self-induced punishments and the subsequent snuggle session started to make everything look a lot brighter.

The next morning, you were back to your normal happy-go-lucky self, thrilled with being babysat by Kate for the day. You had given your daddies big hugs and kisses before they left, promising to be good. Steve and Bucky, still feeling the residual pangs of guilt, made their way to their only meeting of the day, but one that they were very much ready for.

Natasha smiled as they closed the conference room door behind them. "Welcome gentlemen," she said, slightly teasing as they both took their seats sheepishly. "Welcome to 'Listening to your Little, 101'."

#daddy!bucky #daddy bucky #daddy!bucky x little!reader #daddy bucky x little reader #daddy!steve #daddy steve rogers #daddy!steve x little!reader #daddy steve rogers x little reader #daddy!steve rogers #daddy!steve rogers x little #daddy stucky x little reader #daddy stucky #daddy!stucky x little reader #daddy!stucky

[crazyunsexycool]

My little love

Chapter 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

Warning: mentions of death, implied child abuse, slow burns, idiots in love- if i forgot something please let me know. 

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: AAAHHHHH!!!!! so here is chapter one to this new series. It really wasn’t my intention to start this series yet but when inspiration hits you just gotta go with it. Permanent and series tag list open

Series Masterlist

The hydra detention center had been the biggest the Avengers had come across. The area you were in was a prison block. There were three floors of cells and it was currently crawling with Shield agents. It was clear from the moment the team entered that the place was used to keep their ‘experiments’. It was too easy to identify prisoners from hydra scum. Anyone would be sick to their stomach just seeing the filth all of the detainees were being kept in. Most of them seemed to have been used and abused beyond reason. 

The crackling sound of your earpiece gave way to the voices of your team and friends. They each checked in as they cleared the area they had been assigned. Although you were enhanced and trained for combat, your main job was to be the team’s on site medic. So many times during missions you would be the one running from one place to another. Currently you were standing in a cell checking in on someone.

“They’re gone.” You say to Steve as you hear him approach the cell door. 

“Let’s keep moving.” 

You give a curt nod as you stand and start to walk out of the cell but Steve puts his hand up.

“If this gets to be too much for you, let me know.” 

“I will Cap. Come on, we have a lot more cells to check.” 

Steve moves his hand to his right ear and presses down on the earpiece. “Any updates?” 

A chorus of all clears rings through but one voice is missing. You look up at Steve worriedly before the last person checks in. 

“I found another lab in the basement. I really need a medic down here.” 

“Y/L/N is headed your way Buck.” Steve says as he watches you jog toward the elevators. 

The elevator doors slide open and you’re greeted by Bucky. The hallway is dimly lit but you can still see his panicked expression. He grabs your hand and pulls you down the hallway.

“I wasn’t sure what to do, I thought it would be better for you to take a look.” He says as you follow him into a viewing room. The huge windows are facing an operating room. In the center there’s a heart monitor that’s beeping steadily and all sorts of abandoned equipment. It seems that when the team stormed the facility they were in the middle of an experiment. But it wasn’t the place that gave you chills, it was the test subject. 

“Is that what I think it is?” 

“Most likely. That seems to be the only entrance.” Bucky points at a door at the other end of the room and you run towards it. 

Bucky is right behind you. It feels like it takes ages for the first door to close and the second to open. Once it does you rush to the operating table and have your worst fears confirmed. 

Unconscious on the table is a child. They look no older than two year old but considering how malnourished they look they could be older. You run over a few quick checks to make sure you’re able to move the baby. 

“It’s a girl.” You say softly after lifting the sheet that covered the lower half of her body to check for other injuries.

Bucky stands by feeling angry and helpless. It was one thing to use and torture adults but what had this innocent life done to deserve such treatment. It took you calling his name a few times before he snapped out of it. You ask him to relay information for what you’ll need once you’re on the jet and begin to remove everything that had been attached to the child. 

As carefully as you could, you wrap up the little girl in the sheet that had been covering her and then you take her in your arms. You look at Bucky and nod to let him know you’re ready. He leads the way back out to the viewing room and then to the hallway, his gun up and ready to fire if needed. Once you’re in the elevator you take a moment to look down at the child in your arms to make sure she’s still breathing.

“What could they want with her? She’s a baby.” Bucky asks, his back to you.

“Knowing hydra, a lot of things. I just hope we weren’t too late.” 

“She’s in great hands I’m sure she’ll be fine.” 

You can’t help the small smile that appears on your lips. The elevator doors open and Steve heads over to you. He opens his mouth to say something but the words are lost on the tip of his tongue when he sees the little bundle that you’re holding. You don’t wait for him to say anything, instead you rush past him and toward the main entrance where you see Bruce with the supplies you needed. The others kept their eyes on you as you rushed by, unaware of what’s happening.

“What’s going on Barnes?” Nat asked as she and some of the others approached the pair of super soldiers. 

“Hydra was experimenting on a child, a little girl. Hopefully Y/N and Bruce can save her.” 

You and Bruce rushed off of the jet and onto the medical area of the helicarrier. It was a fight against time to be able to stabilize your small patient. In a comfortable silence you both work alongside each other, only speaking when necessary.

There’s a small whimper that comes from the child and it stops you in your tracks. You look up at Bruce and he also stopped what he was doing.

“That’s good. She’s responsive, we still have a chance to save her, right?”

“Absolutely.” He responds with a hopeful smile. 

For the next few hours you work together until you're able to keep her stable. Once you’re done you head out of the small room to find the rest of the team waiting. Bucky and Steve walk towards you first. 

“How is she doing?”

“Bruce and I are confident that she’s going to pull through. She’s a fighter.” 

“Told you she was in good hands.” Bucky says proudly, making you smile.

Steve stands beside you both and rolls his eyes, amused at how oblivious you both were. He clears his throat to get your attention.

“Do we know what they were testing on her?”

You shake your head. “No, we were stabilizing her. Once we are able to push some fluids and she’s able to stay stable for a longer period of time we’ll start doing an in-depth physical. Bruce is doing some x-rays and we’ll go from there.” 

“Ok good, Tony is looking through the files to see what we find on her. Keep us updated.” 

“Sure thing.” You watch as Steve informs the others before they disappear into other parts of the helicarrier. 

“Do you need me to get you anything?” 

Your eyes moved from the hallway back to Bucky. He looked tired but as handsome as ever as he stood there waiting for an answer. 

“Yeah, if it’s not too much trouble could you get my go bag. I want to change out of this.” You motioned towards your uniform. “I wouldn’t want to scare her if she wakes up.”

“You got it. I’ll be right back.” 

You returned back to the room where Bruce was busy reviewing something on the computer. When he heard your footsteps he turned. 

“Come take a look at this.” 

You come to stand beside him as he pulls up the scans he’d done while you were talking with the others. Bruce begins to point out multiple healed fractures on her arms, legs and ribs. As you both tried to figure out how old the fractures were there was a knock on the door. Bucky popped his head in and opened the door more once you waved him in. 

“Here you go.” He hands you your bag and you excuse yourself to go change. Bucky takes a moment to look around the space before his eyes stop on the girl. “Do you know if she has a name?” 

“Not yet, Tony’s looking through the files though. I’m going to meet up with him now. Can you let Y/N know?” 

Bucky nods and Bruce excuses himself. He gets slightly closer to the stretcher, taking in the tiny body wrapped up in clean sheets. They had shaved her head, it was evident by the tiny scars on her scalp from where they used a razor. She was incredibly pale and malnourished. If he wanted to, Bucky could count her ribs. 

He takes his gloves off and grabs one of her hands in his right one. Bucky smiled slightly at the huge difference in size. Although she wasn’t awake her little fingers wrapped around one of his. He was so focused on her that he didn’t hear you walk back in. You observed the scene before you with a small smile. 

“Where’s Bruce?”  You asked quietly.

“He went to meet up with Tony.” 

You hum in acknowledgement as you grab the chair Bruce had been using and move it towards the stretcher, sitting down in the process. There were no words exchanged for a few minutes, just the two of you watching over the little girl. 

“What’s going to happen to her?” 

“I’m not sure. I’m going to talk with Fury and ask to keep her under my care until we’re at least able to determine what hydra was planning. After that I’m not sure.” 

“Well if he objects I’m sure the team will back you up, myself included.” 

“Good.” You smiled and you were about to say something else when Jarvis announced that you were a few minutes away from Shield’s headquarters. So you get up and start preparing some of the equipment and your little patient for transport. 

When it was time to move Bruce and Steve appeared at the entrance of the room. Both men along with Bucky escorted you out and into a jet so that you could fly directly to the compound while the others handled the other people they had taken into custody. 

It was turning into a long night. Once you’d set foot into the compound you were relieved to find that some of the nurses had been appointed to help you with your patient, Angel, as they had nicknamed her. One of them even had previous experience in working with kids. You weren’t surprised when you walked into the medbay room that had been assigned to her and found a crib along with the medical equipment needed for someone so small and other necessities such as diapers and clothes. 

The nurses had insisted you go get some rest but you weren’t ready to leave Angel alone just yet. You took some time to clean her up and get her dressed. Jenna, one of the nurses, stepped in and helped with the diaper. After that you did finally go to your living quarters, took a shower, changed into some pajamas and finally took a nap.

About two hours later you wake up to the smell of food and you make your way out to your kitchen to find Bucky at the stove. He turns his head to look over his shoulder and smiles. 

“I went by the medical wing and Jenna said you came to rest. Thought I’d make you some food.” 

“Thanks,” you say as you sit on one of the barstools that line the kitchen island. There were two plates and coffee cups. “What is the chef preparing this evening?”

Bucky turns with the pan in one hand and a spatula in the other. “French toast. I know it’s your favorite. And some coffee because I’m pretty sure you’re going back down to see Angel.” He says as he places a few pieces on your plate and then a few on his. Then he moves to fill your coffee cup and sets some sugar and creamer. Finally he sits down next to you.

“Thank you.”

“You are very welcome.”

“Are the others back yet?”

He shakes his head. “Nat called to check in, said they were still dealing with all the detainees and Stark was in a meeting with Fury. Steve headed back there to join them.”

“Is it about the baby?” 

“Yeah, but Steve said not to worry about it. He isn’t going to allow her to leave anytime soon.” 

Hum as you flick your wrist, your fork and knife begin to work on cutting up your French toast while you add cream and sugar to your coffee. Bucky shakes his head while he chuckles. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“Your little party trick.” 

“You’re just mad you can’t do it.” You say before taking a sip of your hot drink. Bucky hides his smirk behind his own coffee cup. 

You both sit in silence as you start to eat. It’s easy for both of you, not needing to fill every single minute with conversation. Once in a while you look at Bucky out of the corner of your eye. It still amazes you that he felt so comfortable with you, how much he had changed from the first time he came to the compound. How at ease he was around you. Even after all he’d been through he had shown you that he could trust you and you trusted him too. It’s why you didn’t mind when he just came into your apartment and vice versa. There was nothing hidden between the two of you. 

You stood and grabbed your now empty mug and plate, taking them to the sink.

“I’ll wash the dishes if you want to go down and check on her.”  

“But you already made food.” 

Bucky waved you off before walking towards the sink with his own dirty dishes. “I know you want to check on her, go. Really.” 

You reached up and kissed his cheek before thanking him. He stood there with a pleased smile as he watched you go. 

There wasn’t much for you to really do down in the medical wing. But you went anyway. Normally when you helped someone on the field, you would help get them on the jet and once you arrived at the compound you’d tell the medical team what happened and what you did so they knew what they were dealing with. Now you have a feeling that you’ll be spending a lot of time here, or at least as long as it takes for the sweet Angel to recover. The nurses had informed you that there was no change in her condition and she was still unconscious which was starting to worry you. But still you dragged a chair and sat by her crib. There wasn’t much to do but you wanted to keep an eye on her. You grabbed your phone and searched for fairytale stories, once you found one you liked you began to read to her. 

Every once in a while there would be a small whine or whimper coming from the crib. In those instances you’d stop reading and stand up to get a better look at her. You’d grab her hand gently and tell her that it was ok that she was safe. 

“And they all lived happily ever after. The end.” You finished softly and you looked up to the crib. A small gasp leaves your lips as you realize that not only is your patient awake but she’s looking right at you.  

You get up slowly and you move to stand by the crib. She follows every move you make. The closer you get though her bottom lip begins to wobble and her eyes close. 

“It’s ok sweet girl, I’m not going to hurt you.” You coo softly as you try to grab her hand. She flinches at your touch as she begins to cry. Without many options you carefully pick her up and bring her to your chest, letting her head rest over your heart. You do what you’ve seen your mom do with your younger siblings which is to sway slowly and hum a lullaby. 

Once the crying dies down you turn your head to look at the baby in your arms and find her looking up at you. Stunning bright blue eyes. Eyes that you’ve looked into before. You move to the other side of the room and open a few drawers until you find a sealed off q-tip. 

“Ok sweet Angel, I’m going to get a sample from you just to check something ok?” You said as you sat her on the counter. She wobbled a little before settling down, blinking slowly as she looked up at you. You rip open the package and take a sample of her saliva. When one of the nurses comes by to check in on both of you, you hand her over and head towards the lab. 

With some help from Friday you manage to run the sample and compare it to everyone in the Avenger’s database. You sit back as the monitor mocks you by displaying the result you were almost sure you’d see.

Hydra’s newest test subject was Bucky Barnes’ daughter.

Ch. 2

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This One's For You

A Soul Eater fanfic. Read on: AO3 | FFn

Seventh in my series of 31 prompt-based one-shots. Prompts from this list.

AND... Monthly OTP prompt fills from this list for Spirit and Stein, because I cannot stop writing about them. I’m happy to hear recommendations each month for which prompt to write next.

A/N: This started with a tiny, vague mental image I've been holding for months that I needed to express, and a plot formed around it. My hope was for a short fluffy something, but, Stein decided otherwise... Yeahhh the characters took complete control of this one. I had next to nothing to do with this until near the end when...a song that is tied to these two for me decided to jump into the story too. And I don't write songfic, haha. Aaahhhhh this one might be out of character, I'm not sure. They're teenagers. Spirit is 16 which would make Stein 13, in my headcanon. I also headcanon that Spirit played electric guitar as a teenager then gave it up. There's an Easter Egg for another of my fics in this which gets revealed in the end notes if you don't catch it yourself. And of course, don't read the end notes cuz spoilers. Oh, there's one line directly implying something NSFW that I'll leave up to interpretation. But just a warning that it exists, I guess. That's why the "teen" rating. And, it doesn't get mentioned in the story, but I'm compelled to inform everyone that Spirit's hair is in a ponytail. Because. Yeah. Okay, anyway. 7. Bells (from the December list) 4. Peace (for April, from the monthly OTP list)

This One's For You

Spirit was half-reclined on his bed when Stein walked into their shared bedroom. Half, because it was nearly impossible to play his guitar properly if he lay flat the way he truly felt like doing. Instead, he had most of both of their pillows shoved up behind his back and up under his elbow so he could lean his head and shoulders against the wall with the guitar nearly flat across his lap, though his legs were crossed to help elevate the neck of the instrument.

He plucked two strings together in harmony, listened to the sound through the amplifier and the way it decayed with the delay setting he'd put on, and then plucked another two in the progression.

The full light of the sunset was blocked from entering the windows by the thick of the trees outside, but the room was still beginning to turn pink from the glow that couldn't ever be fully shut out, and golden pinpricks of light were hitting the wall above Spirit's head where they broke through the foliage.

Spirit glanced up at his partner still standing in the open doorway as he plucked another chord. He took in the tense posture, the stiff set of Stein's jaw. Watched his bright, ever-calculating eyes study his position on the bed before Stein finally reached behind him to push the door closed. The meister's gaze shifted to the window, blinds closed on Stein's half but raised on Spirit's.

Stein crossed the room briskly, pulled the cord to close the rest of the blinds to perhaps five inches—a height that would still allow enough light in as long as the sun was up, but that would block the view of the interior to any passersby.

Stein's hands were empty, and except for the way he was holding himself Spirit couldn't see anything amiss about him to provide evidence as to the meister's seeming sour mood. He shifted up slightly on the pillows and pulled the body of the electric guitar nearer to his stomach as he observed his younger partner.

He plucked another two strings, and Stein turned from where he'd paused at the window.

"Writing another song for some girl?"

There was a bite to his tone that Spirit recognized wasn't truly meant for him. Whatever had upset his meister, he was apparently going to take it out on him rather than talk about it. Which wasn't really a surprise.

Spirit lightly shook his head. "No. Just playing around."

He picked a simple pattern across three strings, and Stein's brow furrowed.

"Can you turn off the delay?"

Spirit couldn't help but smile as he shifted again, leaned forward to flip the switch on the amp at the foot of the bed, and then attempted to get comfortable again.

When he looked back at Stein, the meister's brow had furrowed. It was clear to Spirit that he was looking for a fight, but the weapon was in no mood to give him one. But the alternative, experience had taught Spirit, was that if he didn't provide something then Stein would simply leave and manage his frustrations elsewhere, whatever they were.

Experience had also taught Spirit that more often than not, that didn't end well for either of them.

"Come here."

"What?"

The furrow in Stein's brow deepened and he raised his head just so, so that the overhead light reflected off his glasses and hid his eyes. His jaw had tensed further, and a frown was just visible at the corners of his mouth.

"Come here," Spirit repeated just as gently.

He shifted further upright on the bed, laying the guitar across his lap for a moment to tug up his jeans as he uncrossed his legs and pulled his collared t-shirt back into place, it having become a bit twisted in his relaxation.

Stein looked uncertain, but after a moment he moved forward and crawled up onto the bed to sit next to the weapon. He pressed his back against the wall as he shifted nearer, which Spirit found telling.

He lifted the guitar into Stein's lap.

"Let me show you."

"What? No. I've told you, I don't need to try it to understand how it—"

He cut himself off abruptly as Spirit moved right next to him and set his arms around him, made more difficult by the posture Stein had chosen; Spirit had to wiggle his chest between Stein's back and the wall to get even remotely near enough to aid in the holding of the guitar.

The meister had gone tense and yet pliant as Spirit shifted the guitar to an appropriate angle, took hold of Stein's left hand as his own right hand muted the strings.

"I'll just show you some really basic chords. Here. Third finger, third fret, first string. If you only strum the first four..." Spirit held Stein's finger to the string and then lightly strummed. The processed sound came through the amp, sounding a bit strange pointed away from them and too soft to truly ring through the space. "That's a simple G-chord."

Spirit could feel Stein's heart pounding through his back, no doubt from anxiety at the unexpected contact. But he'd not pulled away. Spirit had learned that sometimes, despite the meister's seeming aversion to touch, it wasn't completely unwelcome. It was simply that he didn't really understand what he wanted.

Stein had no response, visible or otherwise, to the chord that resulted from Spirit's holding his finger to the string.

"Give it a try," Spirit encouraged, lifting Stein's right hand so he could strum the chord.

After a moment, the meister swallowed and blinked into focus. His thumb moved inelegantly over the strings, and the sound bled through the amp.

Spirit let go of his left hand, and Stein's instantly released the string. The remaining echo became discordant.

"You have to hold onto it. Here, this is an easy C. Just four strings again."

He manipulated Stein's fingers into the shape, and this time the younger boy held on when Spirit let go. Spirit strummed the chord, and then moved his hand out of the way. After a moment, Stein's tentatively came up to copy the action.

"And, ah... An E-minor, that's the easiest. First and second fingers, fifth and fourth strings, second fret."

He waited, and Stein slowly copied the instructions to hold the strings down. His brow had furrowed again, and Spirit could feel his heart rate starting to relax.

"There, see? You can play a lot of songs with just three chords. And a capo, haha."

When the minor chord had finished ringing from the amp, Stein carefully slid the guitar toward Spirit.

"You play something."

Spirit's smile tightened in disappointment. "You don't want to give it a try?"

Stein shook his head. But, Spirit noted, whatever frustration the meister had been trying to bury when he entered the room was gone from the bright, green eyes. In its place was a different sort of anxiety that Spirit didn't fully understand, but recognized was something Stein only allowed him to see.

Spirit took the guitar and carefully shifted back into his spot against the pillows. He kept his surprise hidden when Stein followed, kneeling to face him as Spirit got comfortable again and positioned the guitar.

He was about to ask if Stein had any requests, but the meister preempted him.

"Not something you've written for some girl."

Spirit huffed quietly. It was always 'some girl' with the younger teen. He had teased before that Stein would understand soon enough, and his partner had teased right back that his hormones were overactive and that he could probably take something to treat that.

It had been a very awkward end to the conversation when Spirit quipped that he had his own treatment, and Stein hadn't immediately processed the meaning. He'd gotten to it without Spirit spelling it out, but the meister had definitely behaved differently toward him since then, Spirit suddenly realized. He supposed Stein really was still just too young for that sort of thing.

"Why not?" he couldn't help but ask.

Some of the anger rose again behind Stein's eyes. "Because they're not important."

"I work hard on those—"

"You're usually on to the next girl in less than a month. So the songs can't really mean that much."

Spirit's lips had parted in surprise, and he held the annoyed gaze of his meister. There was more Stein wanted to say, he could tell. Everything in his posture and eyes and the renewed set of his jaw spoke of frustration.

Spirit was disappointed that his attempts at soothing his partner had backfired, but it was momentarily forgotten as irritation mingled with the guilt Stein's words had stirred deep in his soul.

"Do you even remember them?"

The accusation cut even harder, and Spirit wondered if Stein meant the songs or the girls. His brow furrowed in defiance even as he realized that for both, and for most, the answer was no.

"How can you care so little about something?"

It would be an insult to think Stein meant the songs with that question. Not that it was impossible, but, based on the absolute ice that was touching the meister's voice, Spirit knew otherwise.

It wasn't that he didn't care... It was that they just weren't really looking for a relationship. Neither him, nor the girls he flirted with. It was something mutually understood that didn't even need to be spoken. They were just teenagers having a good time, after all. It's what teenagers do. Stein was just too young to understand.

He took a long, slow breath and closed his eyes as he realized he'd been frowning so hard that his forehead hurt. It wasn't Stein's fault. He was only seeing things in the way he knew how. He would understand someday. And then, Spirit could tease Stein about his girlfriends and remind him about how he had been so sure it was a waste of time. It would be something they could laugh about together.

His mood resolved, he sighed and opened his eyes to reply. But then his lips parted again when he saw Stein.

The meister had dug his fingers into Spirit's blankets and had his eyes tightly closed, head downcast as he scowled at whatever was in his mind. Spirit bit his lip, and then turned the guitar volume down before reaching out to gently touch Stein's shoulder.

"Hey..."

Stein didn't pull away, but Spirit felt rather than saw the sudden hitch in Stein's breath at the contact.

"It's not..." he began softly, unsure what had Stein suddenly so upset. "It's not that I don't care. I do. But they only care so much, too. They care the same amount that I do. It's just...not anything serious."

Stein looked up. His eyes were bright with unshed tears, and Spirit's stomach swirled in unease. Whatever anxiety Stein had come back to their room with that Spirit had been trying to help him forget, he'd clearly made much worse. And he wasn't sure what to do now that Stein had turned his stress fully against him.

"Why are you okay with it?" Stein finally hissed on a single breath, immediately clamping his jaw closed again as he struggled to regain control of his emotions.

Spirit puzzled over the question. He thought he'd just answered that. It was mutually understood between he and anyone he pursued that it was just casual.

"I thought..."

Spirit focused on Stein's face again.

"I thought you were better than that."

Spirit frowned. Stein wasn't anyone to suddenly come in and be his moral judge. Not with the things he did, the worse things he imagined doing...

It must have shown on Spirit's face, because Stein suddenly scoffed and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Spirit was quick however, not even watching the fall of the guitar as he reached up and gripped the boy's arms, halting his escape before he'd even stood up.

"Stein!" he said. The meister tensed under his hold.

He wanted to be angry. He wanted to tell Stein that it was none of his business what he did with any girls. But he knew that couldn't really be what was bothering his young friend, and getting to the bottom of that was far more important. He slowly let out a breath, let his fire cool again.

"Stein. It's okay, I promise you. They're okay with it. There's nothing wrong with any of it..."

Stein tensed further, and Spirit frowned quizzically.

"Why do you care, anyway?"

The only reply was silence.

Spirit watched the taut muscles of his partner's neck, watched as he barely breathed under the weapon's hold. A golden-pink light from the window was reflecting off the front of Spirit's guitar, heralding the sun's departure.

The moments passed, and Spirit started slowly turning his thumbs in circles against the tight muscles of Stein's shoulders.

"Just play your guitar, Spirit," Stein said hoarsely.

Anger forgotten, Spirit's chest ached as he realized Stein had begun crying. What was truly upsetting his partner? Was it something he had done?

"Only if you stay."

It was a feeble plea, as Spirit knew Stein didn't really care for his guitar playing one way or another. And apparently, given his opinion on Spirit's usual endeavors with it, he probably disliked it entirely.

Silence again. Spirit watched the light on the windowsill slowly change to amber, dust floating through its beams.

"Then let go of me."

Spirit let go, banking on Stein keeping his word, and grabbed up the guitar from where it had fallen on the bed.

"Come back here."

Spirit watched as Stein reached up and took off his glasses, wiped his face with his sleeve, and then slowly turned back around on the bed and tucked his feet under him. His expression was as flat as he could make it, given the circumstances, but in his eyes Spirit still saw that anxiety that only he was permitted to see.

"Just... Relax," Spirit said, even as he couldn't help but frown.

The conversation had unnerved him, and as he continued unnecessarily shifting around for comfort, he couldn't think of a single thing to play.

He heard Stein sniff, and when he glanced up the meister was wearing a rarely-seen expression of distress that he rapidly hid away again behind the impassivity he preferred to show the world.

Spirit considered the issue as he tried to think of something to play: why would Stein care about his dates? It wasn't like he ever brought them back to their place. They were never in Stein's way...

Spirit's eyes widened as he slowly sucked in a breath.

Was that the problem?

He always came back at night—most nights. But with as much time as he spent taking girls out, he barely even did his homework lately. He supposed that outside of class and their extracurricular assignments, he really...hadn't been spending much time with Stein.

Had Stein been surprised to find him at home that evening?

A different guilt had Spirit's stomach turning with that revelation. He leaned back on the pillows and after adjusting the volume set his fingers to the guitar strings, decisively shaping a chord. And then as an afterthought, he stretched one foot toward the amp and pushed the corner of it so it turned on its dolly and wasn't facing entirely away from them.

Stein was watching him, his glasses folded in one hand but face as still as stone. Spirit began plucking out a practiced melody, suddenly self conscious about singing, and hoped it could at least be a beginning to an apology he realized now was necessary. Part of him still wanted to argue that Stein would be no different in a few years, but that didn't absolve him of the hurt he had apparently caused in the present.

He shifted his attention to the song, picking out each note with precision as he tried to work up the courage to sing. He had never been nervous around Stein with this sort of thing before, but the sudden realization that his every action of late was being watched and judged had him uncertain how his partner would respond.

"Are you making this up?" Stein asked suddenly.

"What? No," Spirit said, brow furrowing.

"I haven't heard it before."

Spirit sighed.

"I don't play this one in front of you."

Spirit watched as familiar curiosity began to rise in Stein's eyes despite the anxiety and the hurt, and he shifted back again as he focused on adding more complexity to his playing, strumming the chords before picking out the melodic lines.

Stein shifted too, reaching back to turn the amplifier the rest of the way to face the bed and then set his glasses on top of it.

"This one is different."

Spirit didn't look up, intent now on getting the song exactly right.

"This one is more interesting."

Spirit pursed his lips as a mixture of pride and affection started silencing the disquiet in his head.

"Ah... I hope so. I've been working on it for months."

He looked up and paused in the middle of the progression, letting a suspension chord ring out.

Stein was looking at him in yet another way Spirit had never been able to make sense of despite the years he'd had to try to understand. He had looked at him that way the very first day they'd met, and sometimes would even stop mid-conversation to just stare at him, usually after something Spirit had said; it was something deeper than curiosity, but seeming just as without explanation to even the meister as it was to his weapon. For awhile it had been unnerving, but Spirit knew at least there was no ill intent behind it. And whatever it meant, it was yet another expression that Stein reserved only for him.

Now, his attention was pulled away from Stein's wide, searching eyes to the way the rosy-orange beams of the sunset were making the edges of his hair seem to glow around his face. Spirit reached forward and Stein's focus instantly shifted, following the motion of his hand, but he didn't shy away when Spirit feathered Stein's hair between his fingers.

The light brought shining life into the thin strands of silver, and they sparkled almost translucent in the golden rays. The contrast of this radiance—all drawing his gaze back to Stein's verdant eyes staring back at him—with the dull overall appearance the meister seemed to want to effect had Spirit smiling.

For as much as Stein was an enigma, Spirit knew him better than the facade he showed the world.

A question had formed in Stein's eyes as to what suddenly had the weapon's so soft, but he didn't voice it. He only stared back as Spirit smoothed down the hair he'd disturbed and then returned his hand to the guitar.

"This one's for you."

"...What?"

"It's not perfect yet... I'd wanted it to be a surprise. But..."

Spirit started the song over, felt his fingers shake suddenly as he became more aware of his audience. His voice was no steadier than his hands as he began singing to the softly strummed chords.

He didn't glance up as he felt Stein shifting, heard a pair of shoes fall to the floor, and he knew without looking that the younger teen had taken up position on his knees with his feet tucked under him, hands likely fidgeting with the seams of his pants.

"'And I think we're chosen, like our fates are woven...'"

Spirit grew no less nervous as he sang through the lyrics, but Stein had asked him to play. And he owed him this he supposed, if his guess about his meister's current melancholy was correct. Finished or unfinished, he shouldn't ever leave Stein in doubt of his place in his life.

He reached the end of a chorus and paused in playing again, finally looking up. Then, his face fell.

Stein's expression was tense, confused. His brow was furrowed and his eyes unfocused where they were directed at Spirit's left hand on the strings, and his fingers were gripping tightly into the blankets again.

"You...don't like it?" Spirit asked quietly, amazed the words made it past his lips as his heart began to sink.

Stein's eyes, suddenly bright with something Spirit couldn't identify, snapped up to his. When his lips parted to speak, they trembled.

"I do."

Bewildered now, Spirit's heart ached in the fear that he'd somehow made everything worse.

"Come here," he said, almost a plea as he shifted on the pillows again and moved the guitar to lean more against his stomach.

Stein hesitated, but then awkwardly moved not to sit beside him, but to lie partially across Spirit's crossed legs with his head touching the body of the guitar. Spirit's brow rose, but Stein met his eyes in quick explanation.

"I want to feel it."

Spirit considered a moment, the angle making it impossible for him not to touch Stein's hair while playing at the least. But given the meister's chosen posture, he supposed that didn't matter.

He also decided not to mention that Stein would feel the vibrations far better by being next to the amp, and once he'd found an acceptable angle for his right arm, he strummed a chord.

Stein shifted slightly, raising his knees and gripping his hands over his middle. But his eyes stayed locked onto Spirit's. Spirit strummed another chord, and then picked out some of the melody of the song as he watched Stein curiously.

He realized all of a sudden that his partner's expression had changed. Stein was looking at him in that private way again, but deeper in his eyes behind that mysterious look was...hope.

Hope for what?

Spirit felt another pang of guilt, and he glanced at his left hand to cover the nerves he suddenly felt.

"I'm, ah... I'm going to cancel my date tomorrow night," he said. He plucked out more of the melody. "If you're not busy... We should do something."

Against his thigh, he could just feel Stein's heart rate increase through his back.

He looked down again, his own heart pounding as he met Stein's eyes. An instinctive yearning joined the race of blood in his veins, and before he could think about it, he was tentatively curling his soul wavelength along the edges of Stein's.

Stein's brow rose, and Spirit's stomach turned nervously as he saw hesitation in his meister's eyes. Since when had Stein ever been uncertain about resonance? But it faded quickly, and as Stein's soul slowly entwined with his he watched a soundless sigh escape his partner's lips.

Somehow resonating still gave no clarity to the look in Stein's eyes, and there was something in his soul that he was keeping guarded. But there was also such a great relief in the connection that Spirit felt his own anxiety begin to calm in time with Stein's.

Outside the window, the sun dipped below the lowest branches of the trees and sent brighter beams of light piercing the room, illuminating Stein's face and Spirit's hands and reflecting brightly off the guitar. Stein closed his eyes against the invasion and shifted to be more comfortable on Spirit's leg, the side of his head still leaned against the instrument.

Spirit cleared his throat as he shifted his hand up the neck of the guitar and shaped the next chord, readying to sing the song's chorus again. Stein's soul was relaxing into his, and Spirit's own slowly calmed in response. He wished he could convince Stein to let go of whatever it was that still had his heart pounding, but he was grateful for the trust he'd been given; if Stein wanted him to know, he would tell him eventually.

He strummed the chord. He watched Stein's expression soften with the sound, the lines of tension in his forehead ease. Their resonance matched effortlessly to the frequency, and Spirit strummed the chord again.

He sighed and reached down to Stein's chest, and the meister's eyes opened briefly when Spirit separated his hands and wove their fingers together.

Spirit sang, and soon his voice was the only audible sound as the last echoes from the amplifier died in the small room.

The tension on Stein's face continued to ease. He turned slightly to press his forehead into the now-silent guitar, but it didn't block the light and he kept his eyes closed.

Stein's wavelength was still gradually relaxing, and Spirit wrapped his around the younger teen's and let the warmth and safety in the sound take him. He let go the If nothing else, he hoped Stein felt the same assurance that he did—that there was no greater sanctuary for his soul than in harmony with his partner.

Spirit released Stein's hand to strum another chord, letting his fingers brush silver hair after following their natural path across the strings. When he reached for Stein's hand again the meister's was already blindly seeking his, and when the smaller fingers folded between his they held on tight.

Spirit continued to sing. And as the sun finished its descent, he watched the light slowly fade from Stein's face.

A/N: I imagine Spirit wrote something far more interesting, musically, but the lyrics I couldn't help but reference are from this song which I'm obsessed with because of this incredible art. So I selfishly put those in. I also have no skill whatsoever in writing lyrics and I needed lyrics, so, why not pull from my obsession...lol. Those lines also hit the right vibe as in...the song Spirit wrote is about them, their relationship. Just kinda...two hard-hitting lines to get the point across. But no, Spirit wrote something far more interesting. Pretend as much or as little of that song is part of this as you want, I didn't think much past those two lines. Even though that song is them to me, it's not them as teenagers so yeah. And if anyone even remembers, this song he wrote for Stein here is fact the song he played in Cadenza. I cannot help myself but to reveal... The tragedy here is that Spirit only partially-understood Stein's distress. And Stein ain't gonna tell him. Augh. Angst. (I'll tell if asked.) Okay, anyway. Thanks for reading!

#soul eater #soul eater fanfiction #franken stein #spirit albarn #CrossStitch #steinspirit #spiritstein #stein x spirit #spirit x stein #death scythe #stein #spirit #cold nights warm hearts #year of the otp #i keep forgetting to tag that one oops

[heknewwhoyoureallyare]

Faggot: Man, I’m thirsty…

Kind Alpha: Ooohhh… you should order a drink.

Faggot: I did! They say they ran out of water.

Kind Alpha: Really?

Faggot: Yeah! What kind of Airplane is this?

Kind Alpha: Very cheap one I guess.

Faggot: Man, I really need a drink. Why is it so hot in here.

Kind Alpha: Perhaps it’s because I’m here.

Faggot: Oh you’re so conceited!

Kind Alpha: Can you blame me?

Faggot: Well I guess not, you are a Straight Male, but seriously though, I’m so thirsty and I feel so hot. Are there really no water in this airplane at all?

Kind Alpha: Well if you want, you can drink from my pecs.

Faggot: Excuse me?

Kind Alpha: Yeah my pecs.

Faggot: …

Kind Alpha: I’m serious, I have injected my pecs with a special serum, that can let it produce a healthy dose of juicy milk. They can do that now, but it’s not very popular, so that’s why not many people know.

Faggot: Wait, why would you do that to yourself?

Kind Alpha: Well I have a high sex drive, and I don’t like to waste my seed, so I make sure I cum in either of my girlfriends mouth or their pussies, which mean I have a lot of babies. Sometime I have to help them to breastfeed my kids. Hence why I did this…

Faggot: …

Kind Alpha: I am a Kind and Understanding Alpha.

Faggot: Wait girlfriends? Their? How many girlfriends and kids do you have? And how come I did not know about this?

Kind Alpha: Well there is Stacy, with her I have two kids, Amanda, I have three, and uhhh ….. (start counting in his mind)

Faggot: Okay, way to many information, sorry that I ask. How does this work?

Kind Alpha: Easy so first I have to pec bounce my pecs to produce a healthy dose of milk (start pec bouncing inside his shirt)

Faggot: (starts to drool)

Kind Alpha: then you can start sucking on these…

Faggot: Omg that is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

Kind Alpha: Why Thank You!

Faggot: So can I?

Kind Alpha: Yeah2 sure2.

Faggot: (Start sucking The Alpha pec with great intensity)

Kind Alpha: Aawwhhhh aaahhhhh you’re to rough, don’t get to rough though otherwise, some of the side effect is, my blood start rushing into my cock, and I get uncontrollably horny!

Faggot: (Didn’t care and keep sucking as hard as it can)

Kind Alpha: Oooohhhh that’s it! I’m gonna need to Fuck you right now. Be warned I fuck hard and I fuck rough, and I don’t care about your feelings!

Faggot: (Suck even harder)

Kind Alpha: Oooohhhh you’re asking for it now! (Kind Alpha pull out his big cock in public and start fucking the Faggots ass)

Everyone started to gasp and watched, some even started to take videos! Their videos get uploaded in the internet, and get a very high views in one day! The Kind Alpha started to get instant fame during that day and everyone The Women and the Gays throw themselves at him which mean he never ran out of pussies and ass in his lifetime again. Sometime Kindness go along way in this life that and a Big COCK.

[galaxyspark-6e16]

the rest of the season

. . Ep3

Lmk baiting us into tang is great monk

And yeah mk and mei are adhd incarcerated

And that line from season 3 came back ahhhh

Omg did that moving on scene make me cry?

Ep 4

That opening scene with the crocodile was gold haha

Omg the odacity mk

Mk parenting the bunch

Tang you summoned the golden cicada follow it your powers are working

I thought why mk woul use his transformation abilities but turn out he forgot ha

Huh i guess tang being a freeloader has a purpose. Nah I'm kidding our boy love is pig man the greatess chef in his time and tang showing him the chef code would of course rewaken his memories, and did I spot a tiny mk?

And of course pigsy main concern is that he was to cook tang badly and aww they love each other

And damn using food to beat the demons pigsy

And what was that with the vision?

Ep 5

You can't deny it pigsy you're a legend

Mk confirming pigsy his dad AAAHHHHH

PIGSY DON'T DENY IT

Aww seriously when is sandy going to have his moment man

NNOOO MEI'S SWORD

Omg Sandy past backstory?

Pff yeah tang nobody want pregnant this economy

I'm no familiar with the white tiger but can't wait see later

Huh ao lie huh seems at first glance a gentle soul my only reference to him is in osp jttw videos

Chang'e?

Yep

Ohh lbs yep better skiddadle tang 

Damn mei your ancestor is dope

Whoa I forget mo is in the scroll too

And what's this about striking wukong first?

Also I knew azure wasn't so innocent

But macaque you're not thinking of it right?! Right!?

Never judge a dragon by it apparence you be know how their mortal form act

I would die for ao lie

FINALLY MK was wondering where you were this whole time

MMHhHh

Ep6

" Show me the monster" a title that s not gonna make fear for my life

I thought sandy past life was his re carnation not ancestor?

Holy he way different from our sandy

Ohhh my good are we gonna learn mk lore?!!!

Ohh demon showdown

So ait you're teling me there a fondamental read mk is the Monkie kid

Ok at the metion of his parents and childhood he can't remember or doesn't have one

A rock, like mk covers in dirt that found pigsy and give a home? What is happening?

Ok it seem a god (quan yin) is carving maybe wooden animals and giving life to one

Aww I bet the master only get arrogant and hotheaded student that is strict and helps mk because he said please aww

Mk can't handle celestial transportation

I really really want to know how pigsy and sandy met cause their friendship means everything to him

Kinda sad that in the past what defines you is what you are and because of that sandy couldn't be free until mo came along 

And I true man andy has always been there for the others so it's seems faire that they be there for him

Leave it to mk to misunderstand everything ha

He was not born from the stone but he has a destiny

Mk. Monkey kid yeah we kinda knew but still a shock

Mk RUN

 Ep 7 pitiful creatures

Ahh man I feel it's gonna be angst

Shadow mk?

This confrontation feels like mk inner conflict with everything that he went through and everything he discovered and it painful to watch

The fights scene man

Omg WUNKONG about time protect mk

Monkey king you're not helping just calm him

Omg the gang is here

Ohh the past reaching out to wukong through the current heroes is just to poetically beautiful

Prove it wrong by destroying it preset destiny mk

But seriously is mk a stone monkey a divine creature 

GASP wukong I still in the scroll!!

Ep 8 the most intense ep of the season

Honestly I can see why azure lion is getting love, he has a reason, a goal to achieve whether getting his brothers back and making amends with wukong or fighting for a better world Wich make it seem the same goal as lady bone demon but less genocide and more regicide

And oh boy mk pulled a mei s3 I hope he can understand that it's not his fault that any of it happened

Srsly red son can never catch a break

Everyone loves sandy

I think mei needs patience to unlock her dragon did maybe

And omg macaque finally where were you this whole time

Ahh the pessimistic trying to be optimistic for once never gets old

Everyone is fight ehile mk is playing a indie game of macaque

WAiT DID THEY ACTUALLY KILL THE EMPEROR?!

SON! SON?

So what they gonna find a way to free him?

WAIT It END LIKE THIS! ? WHAT

#s5 or speacials idc i need it #lmk spoilers #lego monkie kid #my thoughts

[siremasterlawrence]

The Hypno Stable: The Teacher

Professor Jax Jasper is someone I feel like I need, want and deserve to as a slave super puppet to serve only me s

His body is built to be used, controlled and own in my dreams I see him falling to me in obedience.

His body is massive mountain of muscle I am planning to conquer as I see fit to as my loyal boy.

Detective Harriss returns to my door with a heavy knock he pounds away heavily in total hope.

I open the door I am greeted by him waving his hand in his hair, fixing his pants and his shirt.

He walks in slamming the door close his tone palms press me to the wall and he lays on top of him.

After the last minute readjusting of his mind to conform with mine he exits my home on a mission.

He gets into his one private car driving off to the campus Cooper University he canvases the area.

Professor Jasper is down an open hallway to his final night class when the car pulls up a tells him to yield.

“Can I help you Detective?”

“You sure can, turn around you are under arrest.”

“Wait a minute! Hold on”

“Shut up and stand stills”

“Let me go immediately”

“You don’t listen…do you ?”

“You have something in you hand”

“You are crazy…see”

“Fuck You!”

“He will professor”

“Who will?”

“My Master”

“He cannot have me”

“Free will”

“Such a lie”

“He will beat you into submission “

“You have no choice”

“Why?”

“Why do I aide me?”

“Because he has broken me”

“Where are you taking me?”

“To your new home”

“Kneel”

“I’ll cuff you hard”

“Then deliver you “

“Master will be so proud”

“I hate him”

“He loves you”

“Wants you”

“I hate him”

“Too bad”

“You will adjust “

“He will be your center “

“Your mind”

“Your world”

“Aaaahhhhh uuuuggggh”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Call me bro”

“You will feel just a prick”

“A needle”

“Nnnnnooooo”

“Zip it”

“Aaahhhhh”

“HELP!”

“No one can hear you”

“It’s you and me”

“Sssshhhhh”

“Go to sleep “

“Go Blank”

“Clear”

“You will be at his will”

“You will love him”

“Submit to him”

“Be all his”

“Stare at the spiral”

“Let go”

“Fall in”

“It’s the abyss”

“Enjoy it”

“Release yourself “

“Surrender your body”

“Succumb to him”

“His body is your temple “

“His eyes are your soul”

“You will address him as Master”

“Answer him Sir Yes Sir”

“We love you”

“You love us”

“He is your man”

“My man”

“You will educate the world “

“ My job”

“Teacher”

“Educate the world”

The end

#Chris hunnam #hypnosis #mind control #Hypno slave #The Hypno Stable

[nehswritesstuffs]

For the "500 words or less" director's cut prompt, which I missed because of the holiday: this 409-word bit of TTOU chapter 31 that surprisingly does not include Nicola, as much as I love her, but does include my favorite confused and well-meaning alien blorbo.

“Walsh’s sister is in government and her brother-in-law was private-sector for a long time,” Fajr explained from the front passenger seat. Gordon was driving, leaving her free to talk without the fear of distraction. “I don’t remember precisely what either did, since I’m not well-versed in those parts of Human society, but it’s been able to help them afford this neighborhood without an issue.” “No one needs to be that well-versed in Human society,” Malcolm assured her. “Her sister’s probably a high-ranked civil servant, impossible to get rid of no matter the government, and he’s probably some energy-sector or banking fuck. I met so many back in my former life that they all blended together after a while. You don’t need to worry about them.” “I might, but that would all depend on what happens during the debriefing.” The satnav instructed Gordon to turn and he did so, pulling into the drive of a house more grand than what was likely all four of their salaries put together. Once the car was parked, they got out and went to the front door as a group, where they were greeted by Walsh herself. “Thank you for coming on such short notice,” she said, ushering them in. Looking over her shoulder, she then shouted into the house, “They’re here, Nick! Four of them!” An unintelligible shout answered her and Walsh brought the guests into an elaborate sitting room, where tea was already laid out. “Sorry about the pretenses, Kate. Nick’s place isn’t exactly what most people would call humble.” “You’ve been able to recoup here—that’s what counts,” Kate replied. “Oh, you remember Fajr Bismuth? She’s now our Head of Security and Surveillance.” “I thought Frank still had a few years left on his contract,” Walsh said, pouring tea. “What’d you do to convince him to step down?” “He didn’t,” Fajr said. She tried to keep eye contact with Walsh, but couldn’t. “Frank Hughes was one of the first people the insurgents killed upon capturing Mainframe UK. I… I couldn’t save him.” “You saved others though, from what I’ve heard, and we can’t fault you for doing all you could,” Walsh said. “He’d be proud to know you’re his successor.” “You think so?” Gordon asked, relief in his voice. “There are some people who are upset that it’s not me.” “Do you want the position?” Walsh asked. “Not yet; eventually, but Fajr was next in line.” “Then let it be Ms. Bismuth.”

AAAHHHHH YEAH THIS BIT more about this bit under the cut.

Have a fic excerpt you want me to break down? Go ahead and let me know!

Okay, so, this bit! I wanted to keep the possibility of Nicola and Walsh being not-related while also teasing it for as long as possible, which brings us to Bismuth being the one who is giving the infodump. If Malcolm did any sort of looking-into Walsh's sister's background then he'd know instantly what was going on, but for now it's just this posh as fuck neighborhood with Walsh going "yeah sorry my sister's place is kinda extra".

'Cause here's the thing: Nicola Murray is rich. She and her husband both have high-paying jobs, can send multiple children to private school, and she seems to have just the right amount of reality disconnect in relation to others while still caring about people to insinuate that she's always been on the wealthier end of things. Shit, it's implied that her husband makes enough that she doesn't have to work, but does anyhow for both self-fulfillment and because she loves helping people. It also wouldn't surprise me if she and/or Mr. Nicola came from money to start, since this is also the UK we're talking about. So yeah. Posh as fuck.

And then Walsh is there! Doing some more misdirection bc Beck and Nick being nicknames for ladies in male-dominated jobs isn't anything, nooooo. I found it really important to me that we expressly lay out Walsh and Gordon's acceptance of Bismuth as the successor to the Security Head's role for a lot of reasons. Here's what we know of Fajr Bismuth thus far:

She is a Zygon.

Her grasp on Human culture is... strained at best.

They just are recovering from the Zygon Insurgency, where Bonnie and Company murdered a bunch of UNIT people including the man Fajr is replacing. The amount of symbolism there is intentional.

She is supposed to be the new Head of Security. So, being in charge of preventing something like that happening again. Everything depends on her loyalty to the Tripartite, which is not exactly something in good standing at that moment.

Her name is awesome but it's also very specifically non-English. It's a feminine Arabic name that means "dawn, beginning", and is a time for observant Muslims to pray during the morning twilight (fajr and four other daily prayers are part of the Five Pillars/Ten Practices of the Religion in Sunni/Shia Islam). Her having a name that can be a Briton's, but is not considered British is symbolic of her status as someone who is stuck between worlds and cultures as someone who might actually be named Fajr would. It is just as intentional. Bismuth just was also an element near [Themba] Astatine on the periodic table that I thought sounded cool with Fajr, since I like giving Zygons elemental names.

So now you've got all of that, and we're in this posh as fuck house, having a conversation with someone who very well could lobby to scuttle the concept of Bismuth having such an amount of power, especially with the resistance that has been seen within the other Departmental Heads. Like, if anyone can make or break this position for Bismuth from within Mainframe UK, it's Walsh. It was her command that was obliterated. She's the one with potentially the biggest stake in that game when it comes to whether another Human heads Security or a member of the extraterrestrial species that caused the entire mess to begin with... and... she... just... accepts once she has all the pieces she needs. You have to remember that Walsh is on a mental sabbatical--once things were over she had a fucking breakdown. Her approval means a lot.

...and Gordon's a good boy he's not gonna fuck this up for Bismuth he knows better than that.

#ooh cool finally got into a space where I can answer some asks this is good #The Thick of UNIT #fajrbismuth #Fajr Bismuth #replies #meme replies #we love Bismuth she is so tired and needs such a pay raise even though she's already paid really well #but yeah there's a lot going on with Bismuth and that probably has something to do with why she's such a good fic-original blorbo #we stan a confused extraterrestrial who looks so unfortunate in her natural state

[the-fiction-witch]

Hell Spawn P3

Media IRL X Apocolypse

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Dark + Sweet

Concept The Aftermath of judgement day

He often visited me but always he stayed behind the glass asking things I didn't have the Answer to.

"What does it Matter?"

"I'm not letting you out till I know what you are. What you're capable of."

"What do you think I am?"

"I have a theory. About what you are" he chuckled taking the seat he brought in a few days ago

"Then test your theory"

"I'm working on it" he chuckled, "who looked after you when you were little?'

"Why?'

"I wanna know. Who was it?"

“Nowone”

He chuckled “Liar. You were born after the riders came. That alone baffles me. But you’re grown now so how is it you even survived infancy, your childhood. All this time without being discovered. Who looked after you”

“My mother”

“Your mother. Was she human?”

“Of course. I told you-”

“I was merely asking a little bird” he says “Your mother was human? She raised you. What happened to her?”

“She was Killed. Taken by your demons and killed”

“When?”

“I was nine”

“A straggler?”

“She went to the farms”

“... the farms?” he says, moving closer to my cage “How old are you?”

“Old enough to know better”

“The farms were only just after the riders came. To gather up as many humans as possible. All to pad out the armies. Your mother was taken there?”

“She was taken for the farms. She went but was executed”

“Excuse me little bird” he says quickly leaving the room

I was worried as to why he left in such panic, but I didn’t need to worry long as he soon arrived back and he wasn’t alone a demon came with him and pulled a tray to the edge of the glass, it was a tray with various harsh metal tools Immediately I tried to move away and argue against my chains as the demon left leaving us alone.

“Leave me alone!”

“I promise. I won’t kill you” he says taking a key from the chain around his neck and unlocking one of the glass panels pulling it open I tried to argue but he grabbed my ankle pulling me closer as he climbed into my cage shutting the door behind him, he smirked a little caressing my cheek and he intensely kissed me once he pulled back he smirked “Relax if my theory is true I’m not killing you, or even hurt you” he smirked and then he brought the tray inside

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Just take some samples. I’ve had enough questions. I want to know what you are. For the safety of all of my Hellspawn here” he explained first was the long splintered scissors he stroked my hair sweetly before he found a favoured lock of my hair stroking it completely and then cutting it close to my scalp, next he swapped my mouth with a horrible strange tool, next he pulled up my sleeve and grabbed my arm hard so much it began to burn

“Ahhhhhh!” I complained

“I know, I know, I know little bird” he cooes and soon enough he moves his hand away leaving a horrific snake shaped burn across my skin. Finally he grabbed a knife and cut my wrist

“AAAHHHHH!” I complained

“I know, just a little blood,” he muttered, taking my blood in a bottle. “All done” he smirked, kissing my head “We must do our tests. I want my answer” he says taking his samples and leaving locking the cage again

“What is your theory?”

“I believe you haven’t lied to me. I think you think you’re human. And I think you somewhat are. I think your mother was a human. But not your father. I don’t know for sure what your father is but if he is who I think he is then I will let you free.”

“You’ll kill me?”

“No. If you’re what I think you are. I will make you my queen” he smirked “I will take great pleasure in keeping you alive” He smirked blowing me a kiss before he left taking his samples with him. 

#thomas brodie sangster #tbs smut #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomasbrodiesangster #thomas sangster imagine #tbs #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut

[pearl-blue-musings]

My beautiful Elle 🖤🖤🖤

For your post:

Favorite Character: you know I’m gonna stick with my favorite guy Osamu 🖤

Favorite drink and snack: I’m gonna go with any sweet white wine and a variation of fruit.

What brings me comfort: cooking which also works great with him.

Do I want it suggestive? Always. That’s my husband and I can’t keep my hands off him.

Hi Belle!!! 💜💜 and thank you for joining aaahhhhh

Here you go my love!

“Did ya put it all in the oven?”

You smile at him over the phone as you set the timer on the oven for the allotted time. “Yeah babe,” you say into the speaker, “I followed your instructions. Samu you didn’t have to do this for me.”

You hear him chuckle on the other side and put something down. Presumably, a cooking utensil. You walk to the refrigerator and pull out a bottle of white moscato and get yourself a glass as well as a handful of berries to tide you over until dinner. You take a yummy bite and hum in content.

“Are ya spoilin’ yer dinner?”

You put the fruit down and quickly swallow. “N-no,” you stutter and try to hide a giggle. Osamu sighs on the other line and you can tell he switched off his speaker phone.

“I miss ya, sweetheart.”

The deep sadness and longing can be felt in how he called you sweetheart. Your heartaches to be near him again and you lean against the counter. “I miss you too, Samu.” A soft hum and some ruffling is heard in the background as you take a sip of wine. “You’re only there for three more months right?”

“Mhmm, then I’ll be back home with ya. As happy as I am ta be at this cookin’ school fer a year, I sure as hell miss ya.” There’s a slight pant and deep breath in his words making you stand up from the counter. Yet he two of you always had a knack for knowing each others needs obscenely well. And you could tell just what he’s feeling.

You bite your lip and lower your voice, “how much do you miss me?”

He growls into the phone and you hear him shuffle his pants. “So much so I’m makin’ dinner with ya at 1 in the mornin,” he breathes again before rumbling out. “And yer voice got me so hard darlin’.” Hearing him say that does something to you as you tighten your thighs together, breathing sharply into your nose. “Are ya gettin’ horny too? I need ta hear it.”

You swallow a lump in your throat as you nod. “Y-yes, I wanna touch myself, Samu.” He hisses a fuck before looking at the timer and sees there’s 20 minutes left.

“Plenty of time, how’s that wine you’re drinkin’? Tell me what it tastes like.”

You do as he says and take another sip, opening your mouth after you swallow. “It’s so sweet, tastes of peaches and mixed berries.”

“Fuck, ya know I love to lick that wine off of ya.” Osamu unzips his pants and takes out his hard cock, carefully wrapping his fingers around it. “Especially when I lay ya down and pour it on yer body, sippin’ and kissin’ all the way down to yer pussy. Makes it taste sweeter.”

You feel your cunt throb in want as you play with your folds, waiting for his next command. “Please, can I finger myself now?”

“Nah, ya gotta save it for after dinner. Don’t want our food tastin’ of yer insides.

“That’s only fer me.”

#elle���s wine night #elle’s musical moots #queen belle 🖤 #osamu smut #eeeee #I liked writing this

[glove23]

+ Prapai unbuttons his shirt, lying out. Getting comfortable where he is.

"Sky, do you feel like reading tonight...?"

There's a beat before Sky joins him on Sky's bed, Sky's tee wrinkling up. He lays down with his pleasantly surprised boyfriend, clasping his arms entirely around Prapai's bare waist, pulling Prapai right into him.

A loud laugh. Sky being determined and pushy is one of his favorite things. Prapai mumbles out, nuzzling him, slipping his own arms around Sky's middle and tightening their hug. Tightening hard enough for Prapai's arm-muscles to feel a little bit of strain. Sky likes the pressure. And, he likes Sky. Everything works out as it should.

"You know I don't mind, right?" Prapai says, looking down at Sky's face scrunching up. "If you need a quiet day, I would rather you have what you need to have than have you feel bad. I don't want you to ever feel bad, Sky. Or embarrassed. Nothing's wrong with doing this."

Sky's mouth twists together. As if he's considering what Prapai says. He goes a little cross-eyed, looking at Prapai's skin on his shoulder, then looking up, nodding and smiling briefly. Sky's lip drags again.

Prapai can barely contain himself, hugging him, pressing a kiss against Sky's temple and feeling him squirm while rocking them.

"Can you die of happiness... ohh, I would for you...."

anon ur giving me everything I have ever wanted and also I think ur gonna have to come cuddle me now ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

absolutely ADORE prapai reassuring sky that this is okay, prapai loves him the way he is and this isn't a chore at all, he loves being there for sky 🥺

SKY GOING CROSSED LOOKING AT PRAPAIS SHOULDER WHILE HE THINKS

AAAHHHHH

anon this is a gift I will cherish thank u

#prapaisky #prapai x sky #prapai love in the air #sky love in the air #ask #anon #im holding u to that cuddle anon #u started this now u have to finish it 😌 #cuddle time

[buckleysg1rl]

And top 5 football players

Again, thanks for the ask Ash! 🫶

Oof..top 5 football players you say? Ight.

Kevin De Bruyne - honestly hes the second player that I fell inlove with and that made me appriciate football even more. As a player hes so good, I swear to god he needs an Ballon D'or ASAP. What he dose on the pitch is insane. How he passes the ball, how he scores - cheff kiss 💋 And as a person he is so kind and sweet. AND HES PRETTY. That ginger/strawberry blond hair - MUAH - his eyes 🥹🥹🥹 - and his body >>>>> I love him

Ivan Rakitić - my croatian underrated goat. This man is so talanted, so humble and so nice. His ball knowladge is cheffs kiss 💋 and he as a player and a person - MWUAH 💋 - he is the first player that made me fall inlove with football amd I love him to death. Plus, HES SO PRETTY 🥹 His hair, his eyes, his body, his tattoos - oh mama

Dominik Livaković - our goat of a goalie - our icon - naša duša - hes an amazing goalie and I think his performence at the world cup just showed how good he is - hes also very adorable

Jack Grealish - THAT MAN AAAH - i think Jack is an perfect example that if you give someone a bit of time to adjust they will show world class levels. His first year with City so many people shat on him, but now? Hes fucking fantastic - as a player and as a person. As a person hes soo nice. I love how kind he is, and how lovable he is too. You've probally seen atleast one of his IG post where he has wearing something designer but thats perfectly fine. He dosent flash it off, or brags about it like a spoiled brat - he genuenly wears it because he likes it (AND HE PULLS IT OFF 😻😻😻😻) ALSO - HIM WITH KIDS - AAAHHHHH - hes so sweet with kids and hes so good with them and i love him so much 🫶🫶🫶

And my number 5. favourite player - i cant decide - its all the City players honestly and i coudnt choose - I love them all to death and they all mean so so mucn to me 🥹 The players, the club as a whole helped me thru so so much, thru some of my darkest times their games and posts helped me and I love them all so so much 🩵

Oof, this was hard, but I did it! Also everyone pls send me asks/requests or anything I would love to talk with you lot/answer your questions or just write fanfiction for you lot :))

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Aww May getting Bobby to eat :')))

AAAHHHHH YES HE BROUGHT A KID INTO THIS MARRIAGE 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

Themmmm :')))

Bobby and Buck but also Bobby and May <333

Oop the plane!!

AAAHHH IS HE CHASING BOBBY??

OOOOOPPEEE

:OOOOO it is!!!!!

Ooope he not doin good xD

Idk if I'd call this purgatory lol, you ain't dead yet

Bobby goin through it fr xdd

But also 😬😬😬😳😳😳😳

Wait what?

:OOOOO AAAHHHHH

XD Bobby now is not the time for loving Athena even though it is always that time lol <333

C'mon Buck you can figure this out :'(((

(I'm a few minutes behind and I don't remember much of this conversation lol)

YES it's not about what they think of you :')))

AAHHH Athena <33

Not my brain for a second going TO PULL THE PLUG??? as if that was ever in the plans xDD

Awww Bobby :'((

AAAAAHHHHHHH ATHENA S L A Y 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

And also for you but we know you're just gonna say Bobby lol

😭😭😭😭❤️❤️ AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

Meanwhile coma Buck just like UGGHHH I know!!!

XDD why are you such a jerk here lol

:'OOO AAHHH YES BUCK IT WAS YOU!!

YOU WERE BEING B U U U U C K :'DDDDD!!!

WHOOOOO Y E S S S S GO BUCK!!!

SLFKGJDHKS L O L "SHE'S AWESOME"

AAAHHHH I DON'T EVEN MIND THE CHEESY MUSIC IT'S HYPE LET'S G O O O O :'DDDDD

:'OOO themm!!!!

You don't need that Buck :'(( you have them in this world now, and you don't need the past, you have the future :'((!!!

AAAHHHHH yeahh :'DDD!!

AWWWW CHRIS 😭😭❤️

"I'm gonna feel guilty about that one" XDD BUT AAHHHH :'DDD

XDDDDD this dang hallway thing lol

:OOOOO DANIEL!!!

DECK HIM

We've come full circle XD

But everything's not perfect here lol

YES Buck you shove past him

NOOO THEY DO CARE ABOUT YOU THEY'RE SEEING IF YOU CAN BREATHE

AAAHHHHH NOOOO THAT'S NOT WHAT THEY'RE D O I N G

NOOO DON'T L I S T EN TO HIM

:OOOOOO B U C K ???!!?!?

Well yeah you have been talking to yourself this whole time I guess lol

C'mon Buck breatheeee 😭😭😭

NO here is not as good as there

NOOO YOU HAVE PEOPLE WHO CARE ABOUT YOU!!

C'mon c'mon c'monnn

Yes you don't have much time!!!

AAAHHHHHH Y E S FOR Y O U NOT FOR THEM!!!!

A A A A A A A A H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H Y E S S S S W H O O O O O!!!!!

HE'S BREATHINGGGGG :DDDD AAAHHHH YESSS!!! YAYYY :'DDDDD

AND AAAHHH I JUST SAW ON THE SUBTITLES IT'S FIX YOU

Y'ALL CAN'T PULL A "FIX YOU" ON ME 😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰

AAAAHHHH :'DDDDDDD

#9-1-1 #911 #911 on fox #911onfox #gayfirefightershow #oasis's 9-1-1 chatter #WHOOOOO :DDDD!!!!!

[iamvegorott]

there’s so much pain going around, bro 🥲

lemme ease the heart a bit, even for just a moment.

imagine mare bumping into an officer after deviating and getting knocked out pretty badly that they have to run a few tests on his software functioning capabilities a few times back at base, and mad volunteers. mad decides to start with simple tasks, like mare’s translating abilities. their time together is pretty short, but mare still cherishes every second like it’s a precious thing; to him, it is. so on one particular day when mad is testing out his translation abilities and mare once again gets the phrases right, mad takes a moment to congratulate mare on doing well these past few days with that sweet smile of his and adorable mannerisms and 𝘨𝘰𝘥, mare was down bad. he quickly reached out to take mad’s hand in his before he left and asked if he could run a few more tests; just to make sure, of course. no other reason. mad looked down at mare still in his seat, completely oblivious to mare’s intentions and gladly sat back down in front of him on their tall chairs, not noticing that the distance between them had closed just a bit and begun the tests again. mare never took his eyes away from mad’s concentrated, content features, mindlessly translating whatever language that was thrown at him.

“𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘳.”

“Heat.”

“𝘓𝘭á𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘦.”

“Call me.”

“𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘦.”

“Love me.”

‘i do,’ mad thought, quickly brushing the thought away before he let any heat run up to his face. he faltered for a moment, trying to think of other words to pick but it seemed as if his system did not want to cooperate with him at the moment. should he get that checked out?—

“well, how do you say ‘pretty’?”

mad’s eyes shot up towards mare and he could’ve sworn that he’s never seen someone else look at him so sincerely and with so much — adoration? there wasn’t much to adore about him though, no? he paused, remembering what mare had asked.

“𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰.”

mare smiled and mad felt what could only be described as his ‘heart’ skipping a beat, only now realizing that mare never let go of his hand when he felt his thumb rub over his knuckles.

“and how do you say ‘hold me’?”

“𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘮𝘦.”

mare cautiously extended his free hand out to rest at mad’s hip, carefully bringing him out of his seat and closer to him. mad’s unoccupied hand rested on mare’s shoulder, and if he needed air to survive, his breath would have hitched from how close they both were, mare’s forehead coming to rest against mad’s own.

“and how do you say ‘kiss me’?”

mare muttered the words just barely against mad’s lips and a noise threatened to form from the back of mad’s throat, his body heating up from the attention and just barely shaking with anticipation. still, he mustered out the word:

“𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦.”

the moment after he spoke, mare’s lips were on his and mad’s never felt so much relief flood through him at the action, immediately raising his hand up to rest at the nape of mare’s neck and pull him closer to him, eyes fluttering shut. mare’s hands raised up and wrapped around mad’s waist, pulling him flush against him and enjoying the weight of mad’s body next to his. the kiss was desperate, yet mixed with so much love and passion, flooding their minds with the feelings they couldn’t put into words. they didn’t need words, but they surely needed each other more than anything in the world.

— 🦋

OH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!

THAT IS PRECIOUS AND AAAHHHHH <3

#🦋anon #madmare #detroitbecomehuman!au

[iambilliejeanok]

Work Meets Love.

Pairings: Madara x reader

Warnings: 18+ not for minors. Slight degradation. NSFW. 100% Smut. Slight fluff. Overstimulation. Mentions of pee

You woke up to the sound of light rain hitting the window of the large office space. Wrapped in a black and white throw blanket comfortably sitting in Madara’s lap, your legs dangled on each side of his work chair, arms loosely wrapped around his abdomen while your head rest on his chest. You initially came here to cuddle for a little, snuggling into him while he worked on some important documents regarding the establishment of the Kage summits that would be taking place more often, to maintain peace amongst different villages.

The rise and fall of his warm chest lulled you into a nap you didn’t intend to take, but you had no willpower to fight the inviting slumber, Madara not having the heart to wake you up either, a smile pulling at his lips as he watched you rest. Madara worked more often than he took breaks, leaving you lonely most of the time. After voicing out your mutual need for affection and attention, you were both able to work out a way to cater to each other. One of solutions being that you’d get to cuddle with him while he worked in his office, as long as you promised to stay quite and be good. No trying to get off on him like you usually enjoyed, or else you’d be sent away to await a long and hard punishment as soon as he finished his work.

His chin lightly rest on top of your head, hands flipping through stacks of paperwork, peacefully signing away, the weight and warmth of your body against his own calming, helping him think through a couple of problems that were recently brought to his attention at the previous Kage summit. He lifted his chin as you lifted your head, instinctively pausing at what he was doing so you could get comfortable again. You shifted in his lap to try and find a cozier position, bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck, placing a few kisses on his cheek before nuzzling your head into his neck. Once your shifting had stopped Madara was able to go back to his working, careful about not being to loud with the papers on his desk so as to not wake you up. Even though he gave you specific instructions to not fall asleep on him while he was working, you obviously ignored them, which Madara thought he’d remember for later, but for now he’d leave you to your nap, seeing that you weren’t as distracting this way.

The small smile on his face from your kisses was gradually replaced with his serious work face again as he went back to reading and signing the documents. A few minutes later you shifted again, a minute later again, until your constant movements began to bother him. Your eyes slowly opened, your hips still shifting in his lap, realizing that you needed to go pee. You whined, deeply annoyed at the inconvenience of having a bladder. You reluctantly pushed yourself off of him, stopped by the large hands on your waist. You looked at him, your eyes half lidded as you attempted to shuffle off again, still being held in place by the strong hands on your waist. “Hey sleepy head”, he teased, pulling you closer to his chest to embrace you. “I need to pee!”, you whined out, voice muffled as he held your head down onto his shoulder, drowning you in his loving embrace. “Baby, I thought we agreed you were only to come cuddle for an hour twice a day?”, he musingly questioned. “You’ve been here for nearly two and half hours”. “I’m just really tired…and I miss you too much. I didn’t want to nap by myself”, you sleepily responded. “I need to pee”, you repeated, trying to break away from the embrace you couldn’t fully enjoy while being so pressed. “But baby I missed you too”, he said, holding you tighter as he planted small kisses on your cheek. “Madara”, you warned, a hint of mischief in his smile as you finally managed to lift your head up to look at him. “I need to go pee right now. Please let go”, your voice a little louder , growing slightly impatient. He leaned in closer to you, placing his a hand at the back of your head before pushing you in for kiss. You whined in his mouth, hands flat against his chest desperately trying to pull away. His arm snaked around your lower back, keeping you flush against him while the other kept your head in place, his mouth ravishing your own in a passionate kiss. The sound of the rain was much louder now, the pattering at the window coaxing you to pee all the more. You whined again before Madara finally broke the kiss, his lips slightly parted to catch his breath, loosening his hold on you. You were able to shuffle back and swing one leg off him to stand, the blanket dropping to the floor. Just as you turned your back to him his hands found their way to your hips again, pulling you back down to ungracefully plop onto his lap. He pushed you slightly forward, adjusting you so you sat on only one of his thighs, your crotch resting against the fabric of his pants. “Madara, I’m really going to pee, you need to stop!”, you warned, the tone of your voice serious, knowing exactly what he was up to. “Stop what?”, he teased. You couldn’t believe he was taking this as a joke. He slowly pushed his thigh up, keeping you firmly planted against it as his hand gripped your waist, moving you back and forth as he repeatedly pushed his thigh up into you, forcing you to ride him. The only thing between you and his thigh was the thin, black lacy underwear you wore, underneath the baggy shirt you borrowed from your husband. That didn’t help your situation at all! The pressure you felt on your clit mercilessly poking at your bladder. “Madara please”, you whimpered, knowing you stood little to no chance against his actions before you’d pee. Your husband simply ignored all your pleading. He pulled you back against his chest before spreading your legs wide with his own. His hand reached in between your legs, pulling out another desperate plea from you as his middle finger pushed against your clit through the the thin material covering your forbidden fruit. You felt your bladder about to explode, not sure if you could hold it any longer as Madara’s finger stroked your clit. “Do you think you can hold it in a litt- ”, but you finally let go, unable to hold it in , you finally let go, making a mess all over Madara. He felt the warmth of your pee quickly spread all over his lap, completely soaking him. He sat in complete silence, the sight of you peeing on him making his dick twitch in his pants. He should do this more often.

“Fuck baby”, he whispered directly into your ear. “Look at the mess you made. Peeing all over me. How filthy”. You couldn’t see the sly grin planted on his face as he spoke. Looking down in utter shame you apologized,“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to it’s just th- mmm!”, he cut you off in a kiss. His hands lifted the shirt you wore up, quickly pulling it up over your head, leaving your upper body bare. He infused chakra into his hand, damaging the fabric of your underwear easily enough to rip it right off of you, leaving you naked on top of him. His lips immediately returned to yours, one hand cupping your boob while the other possessively cupped your naked pussy. He ran his tongue along your lips, demanding entrance as two long and slender fingers stroked between your other lips, forcing you to open up for him with a moan. His tongue explored your mouth, swallowing all your moans. His fingers stimulating your clit in quick and rough strokes, flicking on the little nub to bring you closer to your orgasm much too fast. You couldn’t stop moaning into the heated kiss that threatened to burn you as he brought you closer to heaven, pinching and pulling at your sensitive nipple. You braced yourself, feeling the first wave of pleasure tower you like a tsunami about to wreck an entire city, when his fingers suddenly stopped, immediately snatching your orgasm away from you. “Nooo please”, you reached one hand up to bury it in his thick black hair, your other gripping his forearm as you desperately tried not to bring your hands to your pussy to finish the job. Kami help you if you ever dared to give yourself an orgasm after he denied you one. You whimpered, not looking forward to being edged tonight.

He totally ignored you, his hand lightly slapping your wet pussy, causing you to whine at each slap, before tilting your head up so he could kiss you again. You were way too lost in the kiss, Madara groaning into it as he slipped two fingers into your heat, remembering how good this would feel on his dick, your tight pussy swallowing him in. His fingers immediately setting to a slow and steady pace, curling as they stroked your g spot. As much as he lived for tongue fucking you, he broke away from the kiss only to hear the pretty sounds you made as he slowly finger fucked you. His other hand joined the assault, two fingers spreading your lips apart as his thumb came up to massage the little nub. You moan aloud, almost screaming as he introduced you to shocks and jolts of intense pleasure. “Fuck yes baby, is daddy making you feel so good?”, his voice much deeper as he groaned into your ear, his dick pressing against your ass as you squirmed on his lap, enjoying the pleasure he was blessing you with. “Answer me!”, he growled this time, startling you to respond, “Yes! Aaahhh, ooohhh fuck daddy! That feels so….aaahhhhh! Please don’t stop!”, you pleaded, nearing an orgasm you knew was about to destroy you. You screamed as he added more pressure to everything, generously stimulating you to a shuddering, drooling mess before he stopped. You let out a high pitched whine at the loss of his fingers, all stimulation stopping at once. You bucked and squirmed in his lap. You couldn’t even babble any words, having to wait for the pleasure to subside before you could complain once again. “Why would you stop!”, you were finally able to cry out. Madara kissed the tears flowing down your cheeks, bringing both his hands up to massage your breasts, his second favorite part of your body. The first being your ass, he swore the sight of your ass jiggling as he pounded into you would be the death of him. Especially when he fucked you in front of a mirror and he got to see your boobs bounce and ass jiggle at the same time, prepare the funeral because you stole his fucking heart with how gorgeous you were. He never lasted too long when he fucked you like that. You strained your neck to look him in the eye. He looked back at you, relishing in the intense eye contact as he rolled your pretty brown nipples between his fingers. “Please, can I c-cum. Please daddy”, you sniffled, hoping that he would sympathize if he saw the needy look in your dark brown eyes. His heart fluttered when you called him daddy. Having a beautiful and strong, young woman like yourself totally submit to him definitely boosting his ego. But unfortunately for you he was the in the mood to make you cry tonight. Especially since you interrupted his work with your cute self.

“Give me one good reason to let you cum and I’ll gladly make you squirt all over my lap my love”, he said, trailing his hands back down to your pussy. You stuttered as his fingers took their position again. Two thick fingers sinking into you, the other hand spreading your lips apart as his thumb pushed up against your sensitive clit making you throw your head back, a long whimper leaving your lips. You were so beautiful like this, completely submitting to him without him even having to ask for it. “Let me know when you’re ready to answer”, he spoke before lowering his head to latch onto your nipple, his warm tongue flicking around it before he started sucking. His thumb began massaging your throbbing clit again, his fingers curling has they repeatedly stroked your g spot, the tantalizing actions leaving you a whiny mess. “I n-need t- to… to.. cum d-daddy pleeeaasee”, you cried out, trying your very best to keep up with such blissful cruelty. “Why?”, he breathed out, your sweet sweet nipple leaving his mouth with a pop, his hot breath fanning over it. “Because! I..I-I’m daddies angel, oooooh fu- aaahhhh!”, you tried your best to answer. “My sweet baby, of course that’s true, but did you forget that falling asleep here in my arms while I’m working is against the rules?”, he spoke loud over your cries, unrelenting in the way he lovingly stimulated your private parts. You broke down, your juices adding to the mess you made earlier on as you neared your orgasm. Your piercing cries were slightly muffled by the rain pouring outside as you came closer and closer, body shaking and drool falling down your chin as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Madara watched his wife convulse in his lap, the erotic sight proving to be too much for him at the feel of his painful erection straining against his pants. A soft moan left his mouth, completely inaudible to your ears, your body violently shaking as you finally came, Madara trying hard to continue stimulating you through it. He wouldn’t stop until you’d let it all out. Even if he was mercilessly over stimulating you he didn’t care because you asked for this anyway. You couldn’t handle the orgasm that possessed you, the vice grip on your husbands hair forcing a deep warning growl out of him. He knew you probably wouldn’t hear him because of how far gone you were, his big hand cupping your pussy as you came, preventing you from squirting all over the place, creating a little puddle in his hand until you were finally done.

“Shhh, baby…I know, you’re fine. Just breathe. You need to relax”, he whispered in your ear, his arm wrapped around your waist and his hand running up and down your tummy, holding you flush against his warmth, slowly bringing you back down to earth. “Look at all this mess you made, my angel. You and I both need a shower don’t you think?”. “Mmmhmmm”, you hummed in response. Basking in the glow of your orgasm. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Let’s get you all cleaned up my love”, he spoke, standing up with you in his arms. You clung onto him as he carried you to the bathroom. You were ready to spend the rest of the night making long and hot sweet love.

#madara #madara uchiha #madara smut #madara x y/n #madara x reader #madara x you #nsft post #nsft #uchiha madara