#Please go back to suggesting me random stuff that has nothing to do with my interests because my self restrain is running thin

[marvelouslizzie]

unconventional methods - chapter 1

Summary: Bucky Barnes has a big problem: he is too anxious to date and too old school to enjoy porn. But he needs some kind of relief, and he needs it right now.

After getting an accidental boner during a mission, Natasha suggests him an application that seems to be exactly what he needs.

Will your content solve the problem for him? Or will it create new problems?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader (SHIELD Agent Bucky Barnes x Adult Content Creator Reader)

Word Count: 5.7K

Warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, sex deprivation, adult content creation, sexy lingerie, sexy photos and videos, male masturbation, self-doubt, overthinking, flirting, sexting, sending explicit content to each other, pet names, mutual masturbation, jealousy, feeling possessive (nothing toxic), hiding the real identity, no mention of y/n.

A/N: This was such a random idea but as I started to think about it, more details came to me. After a point, it became impossible not to write.

In this story, Bunny is the reader but we view most of the story from Bucky’s side so there’s no use of you during the story. We don’t know what the reader is up to, how she feels about stuff. Only as much as Bucky knows or sees. That’s why the reader is mentioned as she mostly.

>> indicates incoming messages and << indicates outgoing messages in this story.

This story is not exactly how it seems but I don’t want to spoil it by revealing things too soon. Just stick around, if you wanna know how things will turn out to be.

Again, a big thank you to @notafunkiller for helping me every step of the way. She helped me the moment I felt stuck or something felt off, beta read the whole story and turned this into a readable piece. Thanking her won’t be enough. I would literally add her as a co-writer if that was possible on Tumblr.

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

Every like, comment and reblog is highly appreciated. Don’t hesitate to message me or send me a question regarding the stories I write. I would love to talk about it and no, it would never bother me as long as it’s not a hate comment. They are never welcome.

Read more tag starts after the first paragraph of the story.

Bucky wasn’t sure if he should do this. He looked at the paper Natasha handed him and then back at the screen again. The internet browser was open for a while, but he couldn’t decide what to do. It felt weird to be in this position. It didn’t feel right… but why was it wrong again? She was sharing her own content: whatever she was comfortable with. They were all there for people to see if they wanted to, right? He took a deep breath, started to type the link Natasha wrote down for him, and pushed enter quickly before he changed his mind.

The page loaded quickly, but all he could see was her profile picture and the header. There was a huge subscribe button and under it, he could see how many posts she had, different subscription options, etc. He scrolled back up to look at her photos. They were not clickable, but her profile picture was her in blue lingerie and cute bunny ears, which made him smile for a second. Then he looked at the header. She was on all fours, staring directly into the camera. It was a different look. Not that “I’m trying to look sexy” look that usually turned him off when it came to porn. It felt genuine somehow. How genuine it could be under these circumstances…

He looked at her profile picture for a while, thinking what could go wrong? A lot of people were doing this, weren't they? Some people were making money, some were paying for it. It wasn't that different from buying a dirty magazine. No, actually this was better because she had all the creative control over her own content. She was the one putting it out there. If that was not consent, then what was? He quickly created an account for himself, using a new email account like Natasha suggested. He didn’t need anyone to find out about this.

The next part felt like falling into a rabbit hole because dear god… She looked gorgeous! She had some free content that didn’t show much. Different poses in different lingerie. The photos were serving their purpose, making you want to subscribe and see more… of her. So he kept looking for a while.

There was something about her that made her so much more attractive, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He clicked next, looking at her pic in front of the mirror, with her legs wide open, but not actually showing anything. The slight smile on her face was warm and inviting. He knew he had no other option than to subscribe and see all of her content. He needed to see more.

The process didn't take long. After unlocking the special content, he just stared at the screen. How can she be real? He palmed his face, feeling nervous like he was on a first date with this attractive woman. He knew he wasn't. She was way out of his league, but he still felt nervous and intrigued while checking out all the content. There were so many different options and he didn’t know where to start.

At first, he decided to go slow and just check a couple of nude photos. The pics were in order, showing her getting rid of one piece of clothing with each new shot. It started with her fully dressed, looking super sexy: short skirt, modest cleavage, looking all cute. First, the skirt was gone, then her top, and she was left standing in her pastel pink lingerie that covered her chest completely, but it was lacy and see-through. It was fitting her like it was custom-made. He couldn’t stop himself and kept swiping, finding different concepts. His cock was pressed against his pants, aching for attention as he was unable to look away.

After spending god knows how long on her profile, Bucky finally couldn’t take it anymore. This was the point of all this, wasn’t it? Creating the need at the right time to please himself, so he wouldn’t get random erections during the missions… He unzipped himself and finally freed his cock. Still, his hands didn’t go there directly. He kept looking at her profile, discovering other features: like videos she uploaded while getting off!

“Dear god…” He gulped after seeing the thumbnail. She had a dildo in her hand. There was no way he was not going to click on this. No way!

He watched her taking her sweet time, teasing herself and, of course, the viewers, then getting really wet and adding lube on top of it before she pushed the dildo inside. The moan she let out sent a powerful jolt through his whole body. It was so beautiful and felt so fucking authentic, nothing like those fake, unrealistic porn moans. They were always a huge turn-off. This, on the other hand, was too much to handle. His cock was dripping so much precum, begging him for some attention. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this turned on. Either it never happened or it was so long ago, it doesn’t matter anymore.

He finally reached for the lube, poured a generous amount into his flesh hand, and quickly grabbed his cock. 

“Fuck.” It felt so sensitive. Like he had been edged for the last hour. Maybe he had been… after all the content he went through.

His fingers were loose, moving up and down slowly while the most beautiful girl he ever laid eyes on was pleasing herself on the screen. He didn’t want this to end too soon. He wanted to take his sweet time and maybe imagine she was the one doing this to him. That was a nice image: her between his legs, looking up at him with those big eyes while she moved her hand up and down slowly, torturing him, not letting him come until she said so.

His breath shuttered at the thought, his fingers moving faster than before, like they have their own mind. His cock was grateful, but no, he didn’t want to come before the video was done. Somehow it felt like disappointing your date during your first sex.

Luckily, she started to shatter, moaning as she came on the dildo she was riding. And the noises she made immediately sent him over the edge. 

“F-f-fuck,” he slurred as he started to come. It felt good, really good. He lost himself in pleasure and kept stroking until he emptied himself. Until he felt that overstimulation creeping in. That was when he noticed he closed his eyes. When he opened them back up, the video was done and the black screen with a play again button welcomed him. 

Disappointment washed over him. She wasn't there with him. Even if he came before the video was done, she wouldn’t know. There was no one to disappoint. He was alone in his bedroom, jerking off to a computer screen, but in his defense, the girl was hot. Really hot.

He took a deep breath, letting himself enjoy the afterglow. That was the point of all this: enjoying small stuff like satisfaction without going through the tedious process of meeting new people. He reached for the wet wipes and cleaned himself quickly. As he clicked the exit button on the video, he saw another one. It must be old because she looked a bit younger, and her hair was a little lighter. Also, it looked like a short one so he clicked on it.

“Hey. Thank you so much for subscribing.” This was the first time he heard her voice. It was soft and calm. “I know this isn’t conventional, but I enjoy sharing content like this. Don’t judge me if you don’t wanna be judged, okay?” She winked and god, it was adorable. “I'll try to share new content every Wednesday. I hope to see you here. Feel free to message me if you like. Take care.”

If he hadn’t come thirty seconds ago, he would have gotten hard again after hearing her voice. He was glad even the super soldier serum had some limits. Before his body could recover from his intense orgasm, he closed the window and decided to go take a shower.

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The next week passed in a blur. There were missions, briefings, and someone’s birthday… He didn’t care whose. It was not someone from the main team, that was all he knew. He was eating his cake in the corner, minding his own business when Natasha sat next to him.

“Hey.” She tried to sound as casual as possible.

“Hey.”

“You look better.”

Bucky looked at her confused.

“Does that supposed to be a compliment, Romanoff?”

“It’s a simple statement, Barnes. It looks like you took my advice and gave yourself a break.” Bucky averted his gaze from her. “No accidental erections during missions, congrats.”

“It was one time, Natasha. One time. When will you let it go?”

“Whenever you tell me about your… experience.”

“My experience?” He looked back at her, with the same confused expression all over again.

“I wanna know if you liked her or not. I don’t need details.”

“Why do you care so much about it? She’s just a random girl.” He lied to her. She wasn’t. At least not to him. He had been checking her account anytime he got a chance. This whole week, he had been masturbating more than he ever did before. Sometimes even the thought of her was turning him on so randomly, he was starting to get worried, but at the same time, he couldn’t stop himself from checking for updates.

She was sharing content very regularly. Sometimes they were new photoshoots, and sometimes just random cute photos in pajamas. He didn’t know which content he was looking forward to the most. All he knew was he loved how genuine it felt she was.

“I’m just noisy. So tell me…”

“Yes, Natasha, I like her. She’s cute and hot, exactly what I was looking for. What do you want, a thank you?”

Bucky really had no idea how Natasha managed to hit the bull's eye when she suggested this girl to him. She was absolutely his type, so he could say thank you for this, but nothing more.

“I wouldn’t mind.”

“Thank you.” It was Natasha’s turn to feel confused because in all the time they spent together with Barnes, he never once thanked her. This was a first.

“Wow. You really like her.” She sounded proud of herself.

“Hey, Buck!” The moment Bucky heard Sam’s voice, he jumped off the couch. He didn’t want to spend another minute talking about his irrational crush with Natasha. It was pointless.

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As the time passed, Bucky felt like he was addicted to her content. He was checking his phone much more often than before, just to see if she shared something. He didn’t notice it until Sam pointed it out and asked if he got a girlfriend or something. He quickly denied that possibility, finding a lame excuse. He wasn’t sure if Sam bought it or not, but he definitely needed to check his phone less often. 

When he came back home, he felt so tired. The whole day was full of meetings and he let himself be consumed by the details just not to think about her. It was Wednesday, which meant new content,  yet he still tried to stay away from his phone. 

He literally consumed every content she ever shared. There was no photo or video on her profile he didn't see. There were some he masturbated to more than once. He just wanted to take a step back and if he could manage this, he would feel less of a creep. The problem was he was home and he had nothing to do.

He tried to distract himself with food at first, and it only worked for 15 minutes. Then he took a shower, which took even less. Watching television didn’t even last more than 5 minutes, so he decided to go to sleep, but his mind kept wandering to her. He wanted to know what she shared and how she looked. Finally, he gave in and opened her profile… to see nothing. Since yesterday she shared literally nothing. That was so unlike her. She shared something every day and she never missed Wednesdays. He didn’t care about the lack of new content. It worried him that he doesn’t know if she was alright. Why wouldn’t she be? Maybe she was busy. He tried to calm himself down but falling asleep was impossible.

Then he made a promise to himself: if she won't share anything by noon the next day, he would message her. That thought calmed him down a little.

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The next day, Bucky forgot that he was trying to avoid checking his phone in public. His body was at work, but his mind was stuck on… her. He kept looking at her profile to see something, anything to assure himself you’re alright, but there was literally nothing. Complete silence. When it was finally noon, he had no patience left. Normally, he wouldn’t even consider sending a message, but he was just worried. And it didn’t occur to him that it was not his place to be concerned about this woman. 

He opened her profile and clicked on the direct messages feature. His mind was completely blank. He had no idea what to say, looking at the screen for a couple of seconds as he trying to collect his thoughts.

“Hey.” That’s all he could come up with. How to say you are worried about someone who has no idea you even exist? It was ridiculous, but there was no way he could just wait and do nothing. “I’m sorry for bothering you. I hope you are alright. You have been absent lately. It could be something totally personal, I know that, but you never miss Wednesdays. So I wanted to check in to see if you are fine. I really hope you are.”

He took a deep breath after he pressed send. It was a long shot for sure. He didn’t really expect an answer. Maybe a seen. And that would be more than enough.

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An unfamiliar chime got Bucky’s attention. It surely came from his phone, but he never heard that sound before. When he took his phone out and saw the notification, his heart skipped a beat, just for a second. It was a message from her. The nervous feeling spread through his body like poison, sweat pooling on his forehead before he even clicked on it.

>> Hey, handsome. Thank you for checking in. I have been a bit busy and sick at the same time. Not the best combo. Sorry for missing the content day. I will make it up next Wednesday.

Bucky looked at the message, a bit confused. He wasn’t interested when the new content was gonna drop. He just wanted to know if she was okay. Being busy and sick at the same time didn’t look so. Content should have been the last thing she should be worried about.

<< I’m not worried about the content, darling. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.

He definitely didn’t expect her to respond this quickly, it didn’t even take a minute.

>> Really? I thought you’d miss me.

She was talking like she knew him personally. Like they have chatted before. It was weird and comforting at the same time.

<< I did miss seeing your cute little face, I’m not gonna lie, but I didn’t message you for that. Content can wait until you feel better.

>> My cute little face is a little bit unpresentable and I appreciate your concern. It’s refreshing to see someone actually cares how I am feeling instead of why I did not share anything lately.

<< I’m sure your cute little face is still the cutest thing on the face of the earth. I wouldn’t worry about being presentable.

>> Get ready for a jumpscare. 

He had no idea what that meant, but the text was followed by a selfie: her, in bed, looking rather exhausted, with a messy bun, cute pajamas, and a cup of tea in her hand. Bucky quickly googled what jumpscare means and came back to the messaging screen.

<< You clearly don’t know what jumpscare means. It would be me, in a dark hallway or an alley. That’s real jumpscare. This is a cute lady who needs a bit of time to recover.

>> First darling, now cute lady. Are you sure you aren’t 60 years old?

<< Why, do you have an age limit?

>> For my content? No. << And for other stuff?

>> The answer is still no, but are you?

<< 60? No. I’m 107.

>> How do you know how to use the app at 107? 

That question made Bucky laugh a little, but he chose to be honest.

<< If I don’t know something I just google it.

>> Shouldn't you be semi-dead at 107?

<< I should be fully dead yet I’m still here.

>> Your profile says 33. Why are you lying handsome?

<< Believe me, my body and soul are older than 33.

>> I kinda believe that because you are talking differently.

<< Is it why you are answering my messages?

>> That and I feel a bit lonely. Your message sounded cute. I usually end the conversation before it gets too far.

<< What’s too far for you?

>> When they start demanding private pictures or try to sext.

Bucky had to google once again what sext means, just to be sure, and it was exactly what he thought it would be.

<< But you sent them to me.

>> Just one picture. A sick selfie and you didn’t ask for it. I thought it would turn you off really badly and you would say take care and end the convo.

<< I still think you look cute.

>> I am starting to believe you might be cute as well.

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Bucky had no idea how things got this far with her. After that message, they were literally sending texting each other daily. Just checking in, asking random stuff, or getting to know each other. It was not the same every day. Sometimes it was just a couple of messages and dead silence. Sometimes they communicated all day, non-stop, but Bucky didn’t mind. He didn’t mind not talking to her every day. Knowing that she was okay gave him a bit of peace. Just a good morning or a good night message was enough to ease his anxiety. 

>> Good morning, handsome.

That was the text he woke up to, that made him smile almost all day. Every time he remembered her calling him handsome or taking time to send a message to him, it made him happy. It made him feel different than others. He knew that was not the case. Maybe she kept talking to him because he didn’t make her uncomfortable. Maybe she talked to others too. He had no idea, but whenever he thought about her messaging someone else, he felt a faint pain in his stomach. He knew this feeling was irrational, so he avoidedto think about it as much as possible.

<< Good morning, bunny.

<< Is your favorite color pink? He randomly asked as he had been doing all week. The question came to him because he noticed she wore that color a lot.

>> No, it’s light blue. Why?

<< You wear pink a lot, that’s why I asked.

>> That’s what they like. Most men still think blue is a manly color.

<< You look divine in blue. It’s their loss really.

Her answer was a picture of her in blue lingerie. It surprised him because that photo was not on her profile. He remembered seeing this set, but not this exact photo. He kept looking at the pic for much longer than he should have. Another message woke him up from his trance.

<< I take that as you like it.

>> This photo is not on your profile.

<< No, it’s not.

>> But you feel fine sending it to me.

<< You said I look divine in blue. 

>> You do. I’m just surprised you sent me a photo you didn’t share before. I’m glad you feel comfortable.

<< I’m pretty comfortable talking to you. Otherwise, I wouldn’t talk to someone whose name I don’t know.

>> I don’t know your name either, bunny.

<< You are a smart man. Most assume this is my real name.

>> Using your real name would be an unnecessary risk.

<< Is that why you don’t call me Viv?

>> Maybe. I wasn’t doing it on purpose. Why are you calling me handsome?

<< I don’t know, I never really thought about it.

>> Yeah, exactly. You don’t know what I look like but you are calling me handsome.

<< I would love to see what you look like, but I don’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable.

>> I’m sure what you are imagining is much better than the reality, bunny.

<< Why do you call me bunny?

>> Because of your profile photo. The bunny ears. You look really cute.

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Bucky was in the middle of debriefing. After a really long mission, he was finally back in New York. He wondered if Bunny messaged him. That was what he’d been calling her in his mind for a while and suddenly, he realized it might be too weird. Was he getting too creepy? Too comfortable? They didn’t even know each other properly. The last time they talked, she asked him why he didn’t use Viv. Maybe that was a signal for him to go for the fake name instead of his nickname.

“Barnes.” Fury’s voice brought him back to reality.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“I asked if you want to add anything else.” His voice was firm.

“No, no. Romanoff covered it well.”

“Good. Rest for a couple of days. We will be going back to finish what we started.”

When Bucky finally reached out for his phone, Natasha was smiling in the corner.

“Does he have a secret girlfriend?” Sam asked.

“Maybe. I have no idea.” She lied.

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>> Good morning, old man.

>> Busy day?

>> I got a funny story to tell you, but you aren’t around.

>> Please tell me I didn’t offend you with the nickname.

>> I am messaging you a lot, aren’t I? I should leave you alone.

>> I’m sorry…

Bucky’s heart was racing as he read the messages. He should’ve warned her about not being online for a while. Instead, she thought she did something wrong. He looked at the message screen, trying tocome up with a good response to assure her that he wasn’t offended. He was an old man after all. What was there to get offended?

<< Hey. I’m sorry. I was away for work. There was no signal. I did not see your messages before. 

<< Just know that you never bother me. You can message me as much as you want. Whenever you want and I will answer when I can.

<< And you know I should be the one to worry if I’m bothering you or creeping you out. Not you.

<< If you still wanna tell me that funny story, I’m here to listen, Viv.

Bucky wasn’t sure if she would reply. After all, she didn’t get a message from him for a while. Maybe he’d already lost his chance… But then his phone chimed.

>> Viv? Where did Bunny go?

>> 🐰

<< You want me to call you Bunny?

>> I got used to it.

<< Okay, Bunny. If that’s what you want.

This made him feel better. Maybe he was just overthinking. She didn’t seem to mind half of the things he was thinking about.

<< Should I get used to being called old man?

>> Does it bother you?

<< It doesn’t. I am an old man.

>> You are 33 if you didn’t lie while creating your profile.

<< Biologically, yes.

>> But you feel older, so you don’t mind.

>> I’m glad you are back.

<< I’m sorry that I didn’t warn you about work.

>> It’s okay. You don’t owe me anything.

That last message broke his heart. He knew she was right. He didn’t owe her anything, but that wasn’t the reason why he was explaining himself. He was doing it because he wanted to, and a small part of him wanted to owe her an explanation. He also wanted her to owe him an explanation. Yet he knew that wasn’t the case.

<< Is that how you feel?

>> Isn’t that how I should feel? I don’t know who you are. I don’t even know what you look like. I just know I like talking to you. If that’s the only thing you are willing to do, then it’s fine by me. I mean you could be married or engaged and I wouldn’t know. So it’s fine, you don’t have to explain yourself.

Bucky looked at the message for a while, digesting what she was saying. She was right. She had no information about who he was while he had access to her all of her content and now private messages. She was completely exposed, and he didn’t even share his name with her. Why would she trust him? Why would she owe him any explanation at all?

<< It’s James.

>> Nice to meet you, James 🐰

>> You have such a beautiful name. 

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After he shared his name with her, something changed between them. Something subtle, but it meant a lot to Bucky. It felt like she was more open, and more curious now. 

>> What are you wearing?

Bunny’s question caught him off guard. He looked at himself in panic. He was sitting on the floor, only with his boxers on, so there was no way he could tell her the truth.

<< Pajamas, you?

>> What kind of pajamas? I’m guessing old man pajamas but…I never saw an old man in old-school pajamas. Maybe you can show me.

Shit, shit, shit.

Lying to her was a huge mistake. He had no pajamas to put on. He only had a couple of pants, and henleys, and maybe three jackets. Natasha always made fun of him for wearing the same stuff over and over again. She was trying to hit a nerve so he would go buy something new, but it didn’t work, of course. Now, he wished it did.

He started to panic a little, looking around to find a solution. I could cover my body, a voice in his head said. And that’s what he did. He laid down, covered himself with his blanket, and took the picture. His face wasn’t in the frame, just the tip of his chin. Since he shaved this morning, his dimple was showing. He used his vibranium hand to take the selfie, and in this way, it looked like a normal photo.

It was too late when he noticed the fact that he laying on the floor, not in bed was visible. He cursed to himself while waiting for her answer. There was no way she wasn’t going to comment about the absence of the bed. No way.

>>  I am not seeing any pajamas or your body, old man. It is that bad?

Bucky took a breath of relief. Maybe she did not even notice. After all, she wanted to see him. Maybe she didn’t even pay attention to his surroundings.

Or maybe she just didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. That thought changed his mind. He literally saw every part of her body. Sending a picture back in his boxers shouldn’t be a big deal, right? He stood up and extended his vibranium arm. The new selfie was quite similar except this time he was showing a lot of skin. Starting from the tip of his chin, he showed his upper body only. He looked at the photo before sending it: upper body and black boxers. No bare legs and no face.

>> I see no pajamas. And this body doesn't belong to an old man at all. Are you lying to me, James?🤨

He might have made a mistake by sending this picture. There was no way he could prove to her this is actually him. Especially after all that old man talk. While he was thinking about what he’s gonna do next, he got another message.

>> Cat got your tongue?

<< A bunny did actually.

>> You look good, James. Really good, but you don’t seem excited.

Her response confused him. 

<< Excited?

>> Maybe you need a photo to get excited.

Before he could ask what that means, she sent him a pic of her. Definitely not professionally taken. It’s her in front of the mirror, wearing only shorts and covering her naked breasts with one of her hands while taking the picture with the other. 

>> Hope this helps.

>> But if you wanna see more, you gotta share more.

<< You're very beautiful, bunny, but I hope you know this was not my intention. I was waiting for you to tell me that funny story.

Her response was another photo: a close up on her covered breasts. She looked like she was about to drop her hand and reveal it like he did not see them before.

>> I know.

>> So does this mean you're not excited? I was trying something here…

>> I can tell you the story if that’s what you’d rather do.

“Fuck…” Bucky cursed out loud. He was really good at this before. Flirting and finding the best possible response were easy back in the 40s, but it didn’t feel like that anymore. He was constantly worried about doing something wrong or creeping her out. He wanted to hear the story, but he really wanted to see her breasts too.

<< What do I have to do to see more?

>> I’ve just told you. Share more to get more.

Oh, so she wanted more photos of him, and he literally had no idea how to take flattering pictures.

>> Maybe start by showing me if the photos worked or not.

He looked down at himself and saw his rock-hard cock. How is he supposed to show her? Maybe I should mimic her photos. He touched the outline of his dick, making it a little more visible before taking a picture.

<< Is it clear enough?

>> Oh, you got really excited, didn’t you Jamie?

>> Not an old man after all.

He loudly groaned when he saw what she called him. Jamie. God! He felt a jolt of arousal the moment he read the nickname. He was sure he got even a little harder if that’s possible. 

Before he could find an answer, Bunny sent him another photo. This time her palm was stretched on her breasts, fingers not hiding much anymore, but still, her tits weren’t completely visible. Yet he could see how erect her nipple was. He already had a lot of dirty thoughts: like taking her nipple into his mouth and torturing her before giving in. He just didn’t know if he should voice them or not.

<< Oh, that nipple…

>> What about it?

<< You wanna hear what I am thinking about?

>> Well, since I’m trying to tempt you here… What do you think?

<< Fuck, Bunny. You have no idea what you are doing to me.

>> I am dying to hear it though.

Instead of telling her, Bucky decided to show her. He tried to position himself in front of the camera and take a good photo of his erection. He tried a couple of different angles, but it was a dick after all. Nothing he tried seemed to make it seem more appealing in his view. When he finally sent the picture, he added a small text.

<< How about I show you instead?

>> Oh my god!

>> You were hiding that from me all this time?

>> Damn, I feel robbed.

<< Does this mean you like it, doll?

>> Oh, that’s new.

>> And I like it.

>> Maybe even better than Bunny.

>> And yes, I am actually drooling right now even with that horrible angle. 

<< Horrible angle? How should I do this then? I never...

>> Do you want me to teach you, old man? Because I can.

<< I’m always open to learning new stuff. That’s the only thing you can always rely on.

>> Ohh, I love that. Open-minded, doesn’t mind taking criticism, no fragile masculinity. All very hot. 

>> Try taking a picture in front of the mirror maybe. Don’t take the picture from above or too down. Try to use eye level if you aren’t particularly doing something. That works better.

Using a mirror wasn’t a good idea for him. He could imagine the photos looking better like that, but there was no way he could hide his metal arm.

So instead of positionin his camera above, he tried to level it down, showing his full length and thickness. A photo didn’t seem to work so he decided to record a short video of him playing with himself: his flesh hand going up and down slowly on his full length. He couldn’t help but let a low moan when his hand brushed against the head. Fuck, imagining her seeing this… The idea turned him on even more. He got so excited that he forgot to check the video before sending it.

>> Fuck, James.

>> Fuck fuck fuck.

>> Your voice is so fucking hot.

>> And you are so aroused. Is it all for me?

<< It’s all for you, doll.

<< This is what you do to me. All the time. 

<< God, I wish you were here.

Bunny or Doll, he had no idea which one suits her better, sent a video as the response: her fingers, two of them, going in and out inside her. She was going pretty fast, indicating she had been doing this for a while, and there was a faint moaning in the background, which Bucky couldn’t get enough of. He watched the video twice before answering.

>> You are gonna be the death of me.

>> Are those fingers enough? Do you want a third one or maybe you would rather have a big dildo inside?

<< I would rather have you inside me.

After this point, everything felt like a blur. Things got out of hand, they kept exchanging photos and videos until they both got pretty powerful orgasms. Yet James found himself wanting more. So much more than she probably wanted to offer.

>>> Next Chapter

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes imagine #marvel x reader #sebastian stan #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes x yn #bucky x female yn #winter soldier #bucky barnes fluff #bucky x you #my stories #unconventional methods

[whoreforchr1s]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

bf!chris sturniolo

a/n: y’all please give me one-shot suggestions🙏🙏

- HUGEEEE pda guy like he wants his hands on you 24/7, whether thats on your waist, you hands, you thighs or even your back, it doesn’t matter. expect this man’s hands to be GLUED to you.

- compliments all the time! even if your sick and look disturbingly gross, he would still think you are the most beautiful human to walk this planet, and he will always tell you that.

- he defo gets jealous easily but trusts you with his whole heart

- you guys are just literally bestfriends in a relationship. i dont know if this makes sense, but y’all literally laugh at anything and just get along so well!

- he acts all tough but he has a HUGE soft spot for you.

- he honestly doesn’t like pet names, but ‘ma’ is an exception. He calls you ma ALLLLL the time, but nothing else. Not babe, not baby, nothing! but if you call him babe or baby, he loves it. But he’ll just stick to ‘ma’

- morning 🪵 pretty much everyday.

- protects you all the time from haters. if you get hate, he will be replying to every comment/ message that he sees. even if you tell him it doesn’t bother you, he doesn’t care, no one is gonna hate on his girl.

- back to the pet names, when talking to other people like his friends or just random people, he always labels you as ‘his girl.’

‘oh sorry, i’m going with my girl’

‘i gotta go find my girl’

- matt and nick always tease him about sappy stuff he has done for you/ said to you.

- he’s defo the type of guy that pretends to hit it from the back when you bend over to get something.

- he’s low-key a freaky bitch..

- whenever you are in a short skirt or dress in public, he always walks behind you so no creeps can stare at you.

- ass guy. i think alot of people agree that chris is an ass guy, of course, but my man loves soke boobs too. Like he loves grabbing and slapping your ass, and loves backshots, but honestly when your wearing a low neck shirt, he can’t help but stare..

- if you’re a reader, he will always ask about your books and what is happening in your current read, he has no idea what your saying but he just loves to hear you talk about something your so passionate about.

- he finds it hard to say no to you, you wanna do his makeup? sure thing! wanna get a cat? okay! no problem!

- he loves complimenting you. He knows that sometimes you are a bit self-conscious, but he will do everything in his power to make sure you know how beautiful you are. because, you are the prettiest person he has ever laid his eyes on.

masterlist!

#christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo

[writingzen]

choi san as boyfriend headcanon please ❤️❤️

SAN BOYFRIEND HCS ♡‧ ⁺彡

✧ Summary- just some hc about San in a relationship

✧ Warnings- nothing really, some suggestive stuff, stuff about crying, arguing

✧ A/N- There was like five requests for him so finally. Here it goes. Have a great day :) enjoy! (Not really proof read)

Type of Hugger- tight hugs, like he’ll hold you so tightly you’ll have to remind him that you need to breath. When doing back hugs he’s the type to rest his head in the crook of your neck and his hands are either playing with your pants strings or the hem of your shirt. Sometimes even just in your shirt, he finds warmth there. His hugs can be very random. Like he’ll just pull you in, in the most random times. It just hits him that you exist and is his so he just feels suddenly affectionate. So he’ll pull you in a bit of an aggressive way and just hold you. Either way he does the thing Where he tries to lay his head on your shoulder/neck. He’s just comfortable around you like that. It’s a very comforting hug.

Type of Kisser- definitely a pecker. Like his hugs, he’ll randomly peck you or kiss you. Either way you turn out flustered. He loves getting that reaction. He’s can be pretty fast paced (not all the time), but makeouts would be pretty sloppy and quick. He’ll do that thing where he starts kissing your jawline, then your neck and it just keeps going lower. He’ll also randomly stop to stare at you, smile, then continue kissing you. The type to grab your chin, smirk, pause in the feeling, then kiss you again.

Type of Comfort- he’s the type to reassure you. Like while crying he’ll talk a lot of comforting words and soft “shhhhh’s” not shushing you but just a way of calming you down or a small hum, yk. Just to remind you that he’s there and it’s going to be okay. He holds you, letting you crying into his shoulder while rubbing your back and kissing your forehead. “It’s okay love, I’m right here” and he always is.

Arguments- hate to say it but my dude could be pretty dramatic in them 😭. He’ll probably say what he’s gotta say, I don’t see him as the type to go too far, but he’ll go what he needs to go. And if you end up crying, he’ll force himself to stop. He’ll try to be understanding and hear you out. Then he’ll comfort you while apologizing even if it’s not his fault. (He can be pretty petty though) it’s can also turn Into angry sex, but that’s another story ;). He’s very vocal about his problems and if you happen to disagree and argue, he’ll argue. Though he hates them when they are serious, he can be pretty impulsive, so he’ll argue ignoring how he feels, but he’s also sensitive so he might end up crying as well. Especially if it’s really bad. So don’t take it too far with him either.

HC

-can be very flirty but also very soft. Depends on his mood

-he gets jealous, depending on his mood is how it will go. He can be either whiny after or more dominant.

-he’ll pull you close, taking you away from the dude who’s making him jealous, kissing your neck as his hands rest on your waist. “Sorry, but me and my girlfriend have somewhere to be”

-if in a whiny time, it will most likely be after the situation, like at home or if its someone he’s close to like a member. Either way, he’s pulling you away, but it will go more. “Y/nnnn. You’ve barely talked to me. Do you like wooyoung more?” Knowing damn well you’ve spent the entire day with him.

-he loves you and is obsessed with you but In a clingy way. So he shows it to you and will let you know it.

-he’ll cling onto you 24/7

-never letting you go

-soft praises

-hypes you the fuck up though

-like will show you off, especially to the members. pulls a “She looks hot right? Well she’s only mine”

-no shame, he will be affectionate in front of his members.

-waist grabs are a must

-he always touching you, trust

-always having a hand on you. If not holding hands, he has it on your thigh, waist, back etc.

-manhandles the fucks out of you man

-loves how nervous you get with the slightest touch. Loves making you blush and flustered.

-teases you 24/7. Lives for that shit

-he’s the type to have those loving stares. Like you’ll be cooking, washing dishes, reading etc and he’ll just be smiling, staring. You’ll have to move his face for him to stop

-the type to ask a kiss if you want something. “Wanna try my food? Give me a kiss first”

-type to truly always be there. Like no matter what. If he’s at work and you are truly having a hard time, he’ll leave work early or beg his members to let him take the day off.

-truly an amazing boyfriend

#ateez hard hours #ateez soft hours #ateez headcanons #ateez reactions #ateez au #ateez smau #ateez smut #ateez san #ateez san smut #ateez san scenarios #choi san smut #choi san #ateez smut reactions #ateez x reader #san x reader #yunho headcanon #yunho smut #wooyoung smut #san fluff #choi san fluff #san headcanons #hongjoong smut

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

Since this is currently my most active blog with some followers, just wanted to say a few things:

It's so incredibly depressing to see tumblr sellout to the whole AI shit and try to pacify users by the opt-out toggle option when it mostly likely won't do jack shit. Tumblr has been doing shitty things for awhile now, but out of all old social media it was a last shabby bastion for various weirdos, including a fandom weirdo like me.

I'm just an old silly hobbyist artist who badly draws fanart of old cartoons, but even the idea that my stuff will help train AI to be better to stealing desirable art of actual artists, whose work is their livelyhood is fucking maddening. Opting out won't help (Sources say data is already available to companies). Deleting stuff won't help (tumblr have access to deleted blogs and reblogs put your stuff in reach too). Using Nightshade and Glaze is not a viable option for me (my old laptop's specks is not up to support those programs, and I'm too afraid to try and accidently fry it and than all my shit would be lost) and even those doesn't solve the problems of all of my old stuff across like 7 sideblogs+my old tumblr account's 2 blogs.

Of course, maybe all hope is not lost for tumblr. There may be solutions and decisions later down the line. But for now I probably won't be posting any new stuff for a bit while I decide if I want to stay on tumblr and be complicit in feeding the insidious and insatiable AI machines.

And as alternatives, I created new account for bluesky, and consider pillowfort and cohost to share my random silly art. Even dusted out my old tapas and newgrounds accounts, and consider webtoons and comicfury to post and archive my few comics. Hopefully I will share links in my pinned post when I set whatever I decide up, even if all of it is so exhausting and depressing.

And hey, if you read this so far - just a reminder:

Opt out on that 'share with third parties' toggle like explained here! - it may do jack shit, but its better than nothing.

Write a polite disagreeing feedback to staff like suggested on this post. - remember not all staff had a hand in this, so no need to be rude, but make sure to have your voice be heard.

Use Nightshade and Glaze to poison your art - if you are an artist and are able to do it unlike me. It may not be sure proof way to stop/kill AI, but it sure shows that artists will fight back.

Use ArtShield - an online lowtech alternative to Nightshade & Glaze, puts a stamp/watermark on your art, invisible to humans but supposedly makes AI think its unsuitable to train on. (edit)

And please, take a moment for yourself. Because it fucking sucks.

So, I'm gonna go take a step back and burrow into some hole and cry for all of those who AI fucks over. I won't be gone forever, but for now I'm too frustrated and dissapointed to do anything.

and ALSO just to be fucking clear

🇺🇦 I STAND WITH UKRAINE 🇺🇦

🇵🇸 FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA, PALESTINE WILL BE FREE 🇵🇸

🏳️‍⚧️ TRANS RIGHTS ARE HUMAN RIGHTS 🏳️‍⚧️

🚫 AI CREATIONS ARE NOT ART🚫

fuck you shitty side tumblr I wish you all a fucking hammer car explosion

#[personal.] #i dont usually share my opinions on my fanart blogs i usually share my rage on my main but fuck it #i just wanted to let people know my fucking stance #because i spent all day in a daze and so fucking frustrated. I just got into fucking groove on tumblr posting #it was my one simple joy in this shit of the current world but tumblr had to poison all of it just like that #also just so you know if you disagree with any of the last four u can unfollow me or i can fucking block u. either way get out. #now im gonna crawl to AO3 to write my comfort drabbles for my immortal soul because i lost all motivation to draw

[harrysmimi]

Best Boyfriend

Synopsis: One where Harry finds his girl having a break down

More of my work

Harry was going over to see his girlfriend at her flat as he'd returned back in London just last night.

It was a Saturday morning and he has been planning to surprise her with a weekend away. Maybe a little trip to somewhere near or day out in London itself. He picked up breakfast on his way to her flat.

His heart sunk to his stomach the moment he entered her flat with the help of the spare key she gave him last Christmas, it was his present she said so he can come over whenever he pleased. There he found his girl layed on her bed in her studio flat with text books and printed notes every spread over the mattress, the place was a mess, pillows and blankets thrown on the floor to make room for her stuff. She was layed there with her laptop on her tummy watching some cartoon crying her eyes out. By the sounds of the show playing on her computer it seemed it was something funny and not something to cry over.

"Hey, love what's wrong?" He rushed towards her dropping the bag pf breakfast on the coffee table. "Are you watching a sad movie, baby?"

"No, I'm watching Noddy and Friends that's not fucking sad!" She cried. "I'm sorry!"

"What's wrong, my love?" He moved her notes away carefully to make himself room to and proceeded to close her laptop shut to pull her in his arms.

"I can't do this!" She exclaimed, sobbing, "I understand nothing."

"What can you not do baby?" He was confused, "it's okay, do you wanna talk about it?"

"This stupid project. I don't know where to get the information from. My professor thinks just because he's been teaching this subject for thirty years that we know everything. This sucks! I wanna drop out." She on ranting, "but I can't because my mum will be mad. This is so draining."

"Why don't you ask your professor do give you some tips?" He suggested.

"I did, he said I'll get everything online and in the notes. I have no fucking idea where to find a fucking Balance sheet of a random company online."

"Hey, hey it's okay, it's all okay." He assured her, "let's do one thing, you're up for it?"

"What?" She whined, "I don't want to go anywhere. Just lemme be here."

"No, listen to me. I got us breakfast, I'm sure you didn't even had your breakfast yet. Then we're gonna go on a little walk." His hand ran in soothing strokes on her spine. "It's just a project, I'll help you with it." Now that made her loft her head up, he had tried helping her once before but gave up because he did not understood a thing he read. "No, I am gonna help you this time. I promise you. Now come on let's eat."

"I don't want to." She started crying all over again. "I am sorry I'm crying."

"No it's alright lovie." He pressed a kiss on her forehead, "it's alright. Getting out will help clear your mind. I see watching something to do that isn't helping you now. Let's eat and go out, yeah? We can go get your favourite frozen yogurt."

Her fave turned of something of embarrassment when he mentioned of them going out. Her eyes pooled up with tears all over again, her cheeks glistening with the tears.

"I don't get paid till tomorrow!" And there she was sobbing again.

"Who said you've to pay? I'm taking you out on a date, now come on." He urged her, "I'll pick this all up for you." She finally agreed got out of bed to go wash up her face.

It's been little over eight months YN and Harry started seeing each other, and out of three months he was away for filming for Dunkirk and getting his album all finished up. He is sure she is still not quite over her little awkward and shy phase, but he doesn't blame her. She's got a lot going anyway. She's in the last year of college and it's been stressful for her. And living miles and miles away from home wasn't doing anything to help her either, last year she couldn't even go to see her family over her winter break. Harry took it upon himself to be with him.

He's most amazing boyfriend!

It was the best Christmas he's spent in a long, long time though. Though she couldn't buy him presents like he did (and went a little overboard) she made him a few little DIY ones. Like jar of little notes to read when he's feeling: low, anxious or just need a little motivation, a pearl necklace (though he broke it on accident soon after), gave him a free manicure.

She's a keeper, Mitch said seeing the little glass jar at Harry's place.

Meanwhile Harry gathered up her notes spread all over her bed, and took everything out of the little take out boxes onto dishes. Put back her bed together for her even though he knows she's gonna be pissed for doing her work. She needs a break.

"Come on," he grabbed her hand in a gentle hold before she could even say a word and walk to the coffee table where he'd set up their breakfast.

"Thank you!" She cooed noticing he's got all her favourite food. Like he really woke up early and went to the restaurant and waited in line to get the food which she likes. It warmed her heart.

"Of course my love," he leaned in to get his long awaited kiss from her with puckered lips. She finally smiled and leaned in too press a kiss on the full on his lips. "That's my girl!" He grinned peppering her face with more sloppy and wet kisses which made her let out a line of soft giggles.

They went out like he promised her. They got the Frozen yogurt from her favourite place, he even surprised her with an impromptu visit to the London Eye.

Later that day he actually sat down and started on with the project with her. It was a difficult one so they're going to have to spend the sunday in to get it done as it was due on Monday, midnight. Two days seemed enough.

He actually helped her and not be his naughty self and annoy her like her enjoys to some times.

N O T E :

I wrote this in one sitting. 😭 Please tell me if there are any mistakes on here.

Please do leave tell me if you're liking my work so far. And leave a like and reblog if you wish. 🤗🥰

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[star-gazer101]

Pet Names

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Pairing: Idia Shroud x Reader

Characters: Idia Shroud and Ortho Shroud

Warnings: GN reader, Slight OOC, Uses of the nickname ‘Darling’ despite gender-neutral reader

AN: Just a fun side story, before anything serious happens.

-

Today was just an typically ordinary day. 

An ordinary day to do nothing but laze about in Idia’s dorm.

Ortho paused his current playthrough of farming dancing blobs to gaze at the “potential couple” doing their own thing.

His brother was currently raiding online with his online companion Crimson Muscle, while you were busy playing on a handheld console. You had said something about wanting to help solve puzzles with a “Gentleman traveler and his apprentice” before the new game comes out sometime this year.

Maybe he should be more concerned about his brother’s personality rubbing off on you than the other way around.

On the other hand, you both were now comfortable enough to do whatever, he guess?

Perhaps you missed a step after skipping the confession?  He really doesn’t know.

What exactly comes next?

Please don’t let it be another session of feeding his brother peeled apple slices when he last got sick…

Thankfully, you broke the silence. “Hey, Idia?”

Idia only grunted in response, his eyes fully fixated on his game. However, he was listening.

“I know we’ve been friends for quite a while, well, more than that, but…I was wondering…Would you…Would you be okay with taking our relationship to the next level?”

That…Was so sudden! You really do have no shame! Idia is choking on his drink and everything!

Better calm him down before it gets worse!

“S-sorry if that was too sudden Player 1,” You apologized as you patted his back. “I should’ve waited until you were done drinking.”

“Yeah, you should have!” Idia gasped. “What’s with the sudden sneak attack? Are you trying to send me to an early grave?!”

“Maybe?” You gave a teasing smile and then awkwardly giggled when he glared. “It’s just that…I’ve seen things where the best of friends use special names for each other. Not that I’m against our current nicknames: Player 1 and Player 2. I just want something a little more…intimate y’know?” 

At this Idia groaned as he quietly muttered things like “typical normie stuff”, but the pink in his hair never faded. “I knew I should have never let you watch late-night shojo anime…Too many unrealistic expectations…”

“He’s just shy,” Ortho whispered on the other side, finally giving his two cents on the topic, causing you to giggle.

“We don’t have to, if it’s too much.”

“I-I never said that! And Ortho, stop enabling them!”

“No promises, big bro!”

“You are so cute when you’re flustered, Idia~”

You two were going to be the death of him!

-

It only had been half an hour and Idia has crossed out pages worth of random names. Most of them were just you messing around and coming up with the cringiest of nicknames that even made Ortho flinch with how sugary sweet some of the names were.

Seriously, how can anyone call their friend ‘Schmoopsy Poo’ and keep a straight face?

“I’m sorry, Prefect, but I can’t agree with any of these. And what’s the deal with ‘Smashy-smashy Eggman’? That doesn’t make any sense!”

“Sorry. Had a favorite movie back from my world on the brain and just couldn’t help but quote it at least once while I’m here. I’ll tell you all about it after we’re done with all of this.”

Idia sighed. “How about something simple? What kind of name would you want to go by?”

You paused mid-scribble as you pondered on what he suggested. It took about a few minutes before your face burned an alarming red.

‘Quite the reaction there, Prefect. Mind sharing with the rest of us?’

“Well…There is one that I kinda want to try…”

“Oh? What is it, big sib?”

“Idia…Do you remember that one horror game with the little girl and her black cat?”

Ortho had an idea where this was going, but let you continue much to his brother’s embarrassment.

“I…would like to be called one of those names of endearment that the cat called her. I would like to be called ‘darling’ and for you to be called ‘dearest’. Is that okay with you?”

“D-d-darling…D-d-dearest…”

…

“Idia?”

“Brother, are you okay?”

-

“Again, sorry for overheating your brother, Ortho. Didn’t mean to overdue it this time.”

“Don’t worry about it, big sib. He lasted longer than his previous record which is 10% less.”

“That’s quite an achievement. Is there anything I can do?”

“Don’t worry about it too much. I’ll just put some gamer stuff under his nose and he’ll be back up. For now, just head on back to Ramshackle.”

“Alright…thanks again Ortho, for humoring me.”

With you finally out of the room, the younger Shroud could only shake his head as he stared at how pathetic his brother was being. All of that because of a simple pet name…

“They wanted me to call them darling…and me dearest…how cringworthy can they get…how lame..”

“Idia, I can’t take you seriously with that dumb look on your face.”

Only in the Ignihyde dorm would that count as progress. Best of luck to you, Prefect.

#twisted wonderland #idia shroud x reader #idia x reader #ortho shroud #idia shroud #twst #twst x reader #reader insert

[milfsfckr]

You’re late again. (Pt 2)

of sorry not professor.

Professor!Wanda x student!fem!reader

Summary: your late to class. (What a good summary)

Warnings: vaping, weed vape, swearing.

Proofread. Kinda?

A/n: i have covid womp womp. 😂

Y/n’s POV:

I wake up from someone shaking me, and it was Nat. "Whattt" I whine "doryy it's like 9am, don't you have class in 10 minutes?" She ask "oh fuck" I mumble. "Thanks for waking me up nattyy" I say/yell and go to my bathroom.

This headache I have is killing me ugh, I go in my shower and wash my body and wet my hair. As soon as I'm done I fine something to wear, I chose a light pink crop top and some Jeans.

When I finished getting dressed I did my hair and makeup, and got my bag and left. It was 9:45am and my class has already started so i rushed out of my house and got into a random car I had.

I park at school and run to class, shit I have Ms Maximoff today, someone pray for me..please. I got to class and saw everyone there.

"Your late" shes says, "well no shit" I mumble "what did you say?" She says "well. No. Shit." I say and sit on my seat. "Stay after class Miss Y/L/N" she says and I roll my eyes.

I wasn't in the mood for anything, my headache was still there and I think I drunk too much. I didn't do anything I just watched Ms Maximoff teach, I didn't listen either.

Then I got a notification, it was from Yelena. Shes was at the back of the class, she said 'wow you had some balls' and I giggled, but not loud enough for miss to hear. I replied with 'ikr' and turned off my phone and saw Ms Maximoff looking at me.

"Who were you texting y/n?" She asked "why?" I ask "because your not meant to be on your phone in class" she says "sure" I say and opened my book to do some 'work' when really I was jst drawing random things.

And that's when she said "okay class dismissed, oh and y/n make sure you stay after class" I roll my eyes and said "for fuck sakes" miss looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders.

I got my stuff and walked up to her desk, "yes Ms Maximoff?" I say and wait for her to say what she wanted to say. "Okay y/n first thing why were you late, and second thing you need to fix your attitude" she says "I was late because um..my mum and dad went on a work trip yeah.." technically I wasn't lying?.

"Mhm" she hums "oh and the second one, that would probably never change" I say and she give me a 'what did you say' look "oh well look at the time, I have to go miss. I promise I'll be here on time tomorrow"  I says "did you say you can't keep promises or something." She says "maybe, who knows?" I say and go to my next class.

I had Mr Roger's (op I have a teacher named Mrs Roger's), and he was a dick, so I would piss him off and get sent to Ms Johansson. And that's what I did, but I got sent to Ms Maximoff. I got kick out of class and someone had to walk me there so I didn't run away, and it was Peter.

"Your in shit dory" he says "shut up, I thought I would go to Ms Johansson not Ms Maximoff." I say and he laughs. "Unlucky, but I'll see you at lunch" he says "I should kill myself right here" I say "but then you'll get blood or something on me"

We laugh and he leaves, I go in her office and she says "why are you in here?" "Ask Mr Roger's" I say and sit on one of her chairs. "Hm" she hums "can I go to Ms Johansson?" I ask her then she gave me a look, she looked jealous "she's in a meeting right now, I think that's why you got sent to me" she says coldly "oh okk" I say

"I'm boreddd" I whine "well you should've listened to Mr Roger's and not piss him off" she says "I'm still would've been bored miss" I say "I have nothing you can do" she's says

"Miss?" I ask "yes y/n?" She says "I'm bored" I say with a giggle.

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Wanda's POV:

Oh my days her giggle was so cute. "Well if you're bored you can do your homework?" I suggest "that's even more boring" she says and I laugh "well you have 5 more minutes till lunch, so I don't think you'll be bored for long".

"Okay miss" she says and draws on her hand with one of my pens, And that's when the bell rang. She gets up to leave and takes the pen with her.

“Bye Ms Maximoff” she says and I just nod my head.

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Y/n’s POV:

As I was walking to lunch I saw I text on the gc and it said everyone meet at the park, so I went there and saw someone smoking and when I could smell it I knew it was vape of some sort.

But it was only Kate and Lena, I walked over to them and sat next to Lena and she handed me it and I inhaled some and it was a weed vape.

"Lena were did you get this from" I asked then seeing a teacher coming, "wait is that a teacher?" Kate asked, me and Lena nodded and I hid the vape in my bra.

"Hi girls" it was Ms Hill, "hi Ms Hill" we all say "what are you guys up to?" She asked "nothing much just talking" I say and Kate nods her head and Lena just shrugs.

"Oh okk, well that's probably why you guys didn't hear the bell ring" she says and we just look at each other and get up, "I suggest you three get to class your teachers won't be happy" Ms Hill adds and we leave.

Lena and Kate have the same class, but i have to go to Ms Johansson's class and she likes me then doesn't  it's weird.

I was only ten minutes late when I walked and Ms Johansson just looked at me and gave me an angry look, and I just sat next to Peter.

"Where were you?" He whispered to me, "getting high with Lena and Kate" I answered and he just nods he's head.

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TIME SKIP:

Ms Johansson dismissed us so we could go to a last class of the day. None of my friends are in the class so I decided to skip, andd I still have Lena's vape soo...Thats means I won't be as bored.

As everyone was going to their classes I went to the bathroom and went into a stall, I got my phone and the vape and put the toilet seat down and sat down.

I was in there for a bit then I put the vape away cuz I didn't want to hot box the bathroom, and then put on some perfume and just stayed on my phone.

Then I heard someone open the door to the bathroom but it didn't sound like someone I knew so I just kept quiet and waited until they left.

"Y/n?" It was Ms Maximoff ugh, I just kept quiet and didn't do anything. "Ms Hill is wondering where you are" she says and I sighed

"Oh so someone is in here?" She says and stands by the stall I'm in, "y/n I suggest you come out now" she says and I still don't do anything.

She still standing there after 10 minutes like what the fuck,"y/n I can stand here all day" she says and I just huff. Then the door opens again, "Wanda?" It was Ms Johansson"is she in here" Ms Johanssons says, "mhm" Ms Maximoff hums.

"Y/n if you don't come out you got detention with me or Ms Maximoff" she says "fuck up" I mumble and stay sitting.

It was ten minutes until school was over so I decided to go out of the stall, "finally" Ms Maximoff says and I just roll my eyes "what did I say about rolling your eyes y/n" she says while looking at me

"Remember I said I don't make promises" I say with a smirk, "you have detention with me or Ms Maximoff got it?" Ms Johansson says and i just looked at her.

My Mastserlist. Pt 3

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #professor maximoff #natahsa romanoff #yelena belova #kate bishop #peter parker #boom bitchs.

[yenqa]

APPLE CIDER! (teaser)

thank u @soov for helping me pick the cover photo!

POSTED HERE

sypnosis : you haven’t experienced much love in your life. well reciprocated romantic love. your first “boyfriend”, was only with you because a bet. until you unexpectedly meet jay, a frat boy, whose known for breaking hearts. you’d be a fool to give him a chance right? too bad you both like apple cider.

or

when a heartbroken girl meets a heartbreaker and they bond over apple cider.

featuring : some members enhypen, chaewon of lsfm, yeonjun of txt, eunbi, random math teacher

warnings : literally the most cliche story ever, swearing, underage drinking, food, parties, crying, kissing (not in detail), being drunk (not reader), crying, angsty, reader hates parties, mentions of hooking up/sex, mentions of weed, reader has bad habits, blood, i think thats it?

wc : i’m gonna guess like 7k at most, but i haven’t wrote anything longer than 1k so u never know 🤷‍♀️

pairing : jay x fem!reader (uses she/her)

release date : i’ll try to get it out before february but please don’t be mad if its not 😓😓

taglist : open!

a/n : kinda nervyy…. this might take a while bc i get like no motivation after starting smth

“c’mon y/n! i know you’re not over hyun-woo but please! one party! it’s been like two months since you broke up and yeonjun personally invited me to this party!”

“way to put it lightly chaewon,” you’re tempted to leave and sit somewhere else. can’t she just understand you don’t want to go?

“please! i’ll get you um- coffee for a week!”

you scoff at her suggestion, but after thinking about it, it does seem like a pretty good offer. i mean, it was just one party right?

“when’s the party?” you ask, almost persuaded.

“it’s this friday, i can pick you up and we can get there at nine? the party starts at like eight but everyone goes at nine.” she pauses for a moment before continuing.

“if you’re uncomfortable we can leave right away! plus your beloved chaewon would be right next to you the whole time! isn’t that tempting?” she elbows you softly, you give her a disgusted look then changing back to your normal one.

“fine. but! you have to let me borrow a dress because i don’t really have any party dresses.”

“you have that one green one! that’s like a v neck!” chaewon shapes the dress out with her hands, trying to prove her point.

“it’s too big.” you point out, taking a bite out of your forgotten lunch.

“okay fine… i’ll pick you up at seven and we can get ready and stuff at my house! i’m not lending you any makeup though.” she picks back up her fork, stuffing her mouth with food.

“fine with me.” you shrug, taking a sip of water.

chaewon’s voice suddenly goes quiet, “y/n someone behind you is staring at you, he’s one of those popular guys!” she whisper-shouts, trying her best to hide her expression.

“so? you’re popular too, maybe he’s staring at you.” you brush it off, why would it even matter anyways?

“no y/n- that’s jay park. he’s like- he has some major beef with hyun-woo.”

“and what does that have to do with me?”

“jay is a heartbreaker, maybe you’re his next subject to get hyun-woo mad or some shit.”

“so? hyun-woo didn’t even like me, nothing bad will happen.” you reassure her, patting her shoulder.

“whatever you say. but stay away from him okay?” she looks at you seriously.

“okay but what does he even look like-?” you whip your head around to see, a group of guys laughing. one shamelessly staring at you. he smirks at you, a wink coming soon after. you look at him in disgust, turning around.

“why did you look y/n!” chaewon whisper-shouts again.

“what? i was curious? how am i supposed to stay away from him if i don’t know who he is?” you put your hands up in defense.

“okay fine…” she groans.

“you’re still going to the party right?”

“yeah sure, whatever.”

#yen’s teasers •* #apple cider 🍎•*! #jay x you #jay x reader #jay au #jay fics #jay smau #jay social media au #jay drabbles #jay scenarios #jay imagines #enhypen x you #enhypen x reader #enhypen au #enhypen fics #enhypen smau #enhypen social media au #enhypen drabbles #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen fic #enhypen reactions #heeseung fic #jake imagines #sunghoon scenarios #sunoo fic #jungwon x reader #niki imagines

[yoinkschief]

I have to talk about this because the Glass Animals How To Be A Human Being album is one of my special interests that album is so cool you guys don't understand please

The album features 11 songs, each one corresponding to one of the people on the album's cover(s), each one telling a story about that person

I bring this up as context as to why, even though everyone in this community makes memes about it, Pork Soda is THE TomTord song, and here's why:

Pork Soda corresponds to the old man with a paddy cap and glasses in the back of the album to the left of the basket ball player, and as such it's sung from his perspective

The song is about two lovers who fell in love with each other because of their spontaneous nature,

Somewhere in South End when you were fun You took my hand and you made me run Up past the prison to the seafront You climbed the cliff edge and took the plunge

However, this song is sung from the future(ish?), it's the old man yearning for the days when he and his lover were younger and full of sporadic energy, for when they would just pick up stuff suddenly and leave off on some crazy adventure,

Why can't we laugh now like we did then? How come I see you and ache instead? How come you only look pleased in bed? Let's climb the cliff edge and jump again

This is further pushed by the song's official music video where it shows a literal divide between the two lovers, living different lives as they live on completely separate floors of the house

The old man is portrayed as bitter and its suggested this song is him complaining about how his life isn't what it used to be to the listener, as he sits in his living room watching TV and doing pretty much nothing with himself, stuck in a constant loop of disappointment and resentment

Versus the wife who's seen with a dog that she's trying to get joy out of having, she tries to keep having a spontaneous life and do fun things to keep that spark in her going, seen with her dancing with the dog in the floor above the old man

I think this is great symbolism honestly, and it suggests the old man is to blame for this lack of spontaneousness in their love life anymore

Furthermore this is perfect for TomTord, more specifically, imo, enemies/friend to lovers to enemies WTFuture TomTord, although The End was also pretty good I think it would've worked better if it was pre Tord leaving and then Tord coming back, as that gives similar vibes yk?

It's perfect for them and I know this song is everyone's personal hell in this fandom and I understand why but you NEED to realize this is THEIR song

Along with songs like I Love You Like An Alcoholic and The Masochism Tango, the list goes on

I can make a list

I have two separate playlists for TomTord you don't understand how much I love songs

Extra information I know about this song that's cool to me:

Glass Animals got inspired to write this song after they met a girl (at a concert I believe?) with a tattoo on her arm that simply said "Pork Soda", and when they asked her why she got such a random string of words tattoo like that she said "cause I wanted to", thus inspiring them to make a song about spontaneousness

HOWEVER

I know the reason she got that tattoo and why she said that she is so funny to me

She got that tattoo because there's actually a second Pork Soda, a band album: Primus' Pork Soda album, which is, I'm sure, why she got the tattoo because that album probably meant a lot to her

Thus making her answer "because I wanted to" seem like the generic answer every person who has a tattoo answers with because everyone always asks "why did you get that tattoo" or belittle them for the tattoo "not having meaning", etc.

Just a silly addition I thought I'd add to this because I love this album so much please ask me about the other songs I know about all of them

#jay talk #eddsworld #ew #ew tord #ew tom #tord #tom #tomtord / tordtom #pork soda #songs #albums #glass animals #how to be a human being album

[aethiriarts]

Pinned Post! ✨

OK I I feel it's about time I make a pinned post/intro since I been gaining a bit of a following and wanna put stuff upfront! Hi! I'm Thiri! I'm an artist of many things from my own OCs/Original content to some fandom stuff!

MY TAGS: Art tag - #my art Ask tag - #ask me Things to keep in mind while on my account/posts!:

🔞 I AM AN ADULT AND PREFER ONLY TO INTERACT WITH OTHER ADULTS IF I HAVE A CHOICE! My account has suggestive content. Keep that in mind. So I don't really wanna interact with minors if I don't have to. /nm I'm sure ya'll are lovely but I'm 25 and don't wanna try to make friends with random minors on the internet. Would just prefer to stay around people my own age. 🏳️‍🌈 This page is LGBTQIA+ friendly!!! (I am a bisexual(? For fictional characters at least...) demi-girl myself, pretty sure I'm aro-spec/ace-spec) We do NOT tolerate bigotry or unwarranted hate here! I will hit that block button so hard you feel that shit the rest of your life. Do better. Be better. Not just for other people but also for yourself. It's can't be easy being filled with so much hate to the point you hurt others to make yourself feel better or like you're superior. /gen /nm 🔄 I go through hyperfixation changes!!!!!! So if you're here and only expect a specific kind of content and nothing else, gonna have to tell you ahead of time that this may not be the account for you in the long run! 💚 I draw what I'm personally invested in at the time and don't force myself to draw content for others to consume if I am not interested. (At least I try... I'm a healing people pleaser. So don't push me please) 💫 I'm a tired lil mentally ill bitch 💚💙 I can go long periods without posting or drawing anything for a variety of reasons. So I am NOTTTT CONSISTENT BABES. 🛑 PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY ART. At least make sure to credit me/link back to me if you do! HOWEVER. If I already post to the same site you're trying to post on. Just reblog/share my own posts I make. Thank you! 💚 ✅ You may use my fanart as pfps/banners with credit in bio! 💕 I am a MULTISHIPPER!!! I may have personal preferences but I am NOT exclusive to those preferences. Also polyamory is a thing so they should all hold hands and kiss. :) 💌 If you send an ASK with art requests Please keep in mind I may not get to all of them or do all of them. (I also prioritize interacting with close friends's asks if I have the energy cause I love making my friends happy they mean the world to me! Kiss kiss mwah!!!)

I also am not nearly as likely to draw other people's OCs. (Again unless they're close friends) If you want that. You're welcome to inquire about commissioning me! Though my prices aren't exactly cheap. So I understand if not! BUT YEH That's about it for now :) Thank you for reading! And I hope you have a nice day!!!!

#pinned intro #pinned post

[mylittlediarys-stuff]

Bite Back!

Link to part 2- https://www.tumblr.com/mylittlediarys-stuff/736028843342807040/bite-back-part-2?source=share

Okay, let’s do this for the first time.

My name is Amara Wanye. I'm 15 and for three wonderful days, I have been the one and only spider person? I don't have an official hero name yet.

But we need to go back three weeks.

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“Okay class, for the tour of the s.t.a.r lab you need to stay in your groups,” the teacher announced.

S.t.a.r labs was one of the many things Amara loved, she knew almost everything about s.t.a.r lab. There was one thing she really wanted to do; she was the Arachnida lab thing they had here. Occurring to her 5-hour-long research she did last night s.t.a.r. I am a whole different now deciding to study spiders, even making artificial ones.

I wonder if they made-

“Amara!” She was broken from her thoughts by yelling her name.

“We're leaving to start the tour.” A student announced.

“Oh, thank you.” She felt a bit embarrassed as her whole group stared at her, waiting for her to catch up.

Once the tour began she had to stop herself from asking too many questions. In the beginning, she asked questions about every detail and she could tell her classmates didn’t want to hear her voice all day so she toned it down.

She took many photos that she thought would run out of storage.

“Next up is our new Arachnida department,” The tour guide opened up these big brown browns to reach the department and it was beautiful in Amara's eyes. The smell of this department was different from all the others, it gave it a more relaxed and happy vibe. It also has pops of green everywhere. “This department also works with Oscorp Labs.”

“Why are the lab stations green?” A random student asked.

“I was just getting to that, you can notice that most of the testing areas are green due to the fact that it’s one of their favorite colors.”

It’s amazing even the light here has a different hue!

“You guys have five minutes to explore the lab and take photos before we group up to discuss the lab in more detail.” Amara took off the moment she heard “explore the lab”.

If I ignore my fear that the spider will bite me and I die, they look so cool.

She looked over to the tarantulas, they were kinda big but looked oddly soft. She didn’t want to get too close but close enough to take good photos. As she got out her phone to take a photo she felt a pinch on her neck. Almost like something just bit her.

“What the'' She slapped her neck. Just to find some brown dead thing on her hand, probably a bug.

Is this a bug? In a room of spiders O MY GOSH DID A SPIDER BIT ME!

“Miss, are you okay?” The tour guide asked.

“Yes, I am," Amara replied, lifting her hair to show her neck. "I think something… bit me on my neck."

“There is nothing there Miss.”

“But there was a-”

“It’s nothing you probably just a bit scarce. I know we're in a room filled with spiders. You are not the first person to get a bit jumpy here.”

She is probably right.

Notes-

If you made it this far and liked my story please give suggestion and motivation

#batsis x batfam #spidersona #into the spider verse #batsis #nigerianoc

[when-hyperfocus-hits]

PART III of @connectionterminated13 headcanon! This story kind went far from the whole original headcanon, and if you have any suggestions as to where it should go, please let me know! <<PART I>>

<<PART II>>

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When we walk out of Freddy’s, the atmosphere is different than before; like the energy in the air before a bad storm. 

I rush Cassidy with me, the wind pushing my bangs up and whisking Cassidy’s dark hair around her head. 

“So he’s just going to make us walk to his house? Screw him.” I instinctively reach to my coat pocket for the familiar cigarette box. Not now. Don’t need any little kids getting second-hand smoke.

Cassidy tries to pull her hair back as the winds grow stronger while we walk to Henry’s house. 

“I think we… make a left here.” I’ve been to his place so many times before, how could I forget? Though… it has been a while since he’s invited me over. He changed completely after that night…

I don’t want to think about that night.

Cassidy pulls me a bit away from the street as more cars pass by. I’ve always wondered how they do that, just pass by without a care about the people they see along the way. 

I recognize Henry’s house by its light green color and white picket fence. Despite his house looking perfect, his life was far from it, and you can really tell from the inside. 

When I open the front door, the house seems normal, almost untouched by time. 

“It’s just as I remembered it…” I say more to myself than Cassidy. Though, the poor girl seems more shocked at the sheer size of the house with its high ceilings and grand wooden staircase. 

Despite it only being two floors, Cassidy asks me over and over if we’re in a mansion. 

“It’s too small to be a mansion,” I say, looking around.

Some things are of value though, like intricate decorations and silverware shiny enough to see my clear reflection on it. 

“Why are you taking those things?” Cassidy asks me from the sofa that looks giant compared to her. 

“I’m just borrowing it.”

“It’s not nice to steal…” She wags her tiny finger at me.

“It’s not stealing!” I defend myself. “We need these things to make it out there. Henry was the one who invited us into his house without supervision. He was practically asking for it.”

 She doesn’t seem to protest when I jog up the stairs to look for anything else that could be of use. I grab a backpack big enough to put in my findings. 

His study is just as messy as his office; blueprints with incoherent scribbles and papers full of text line the floor. 

“The blueprints could be useful,” I tell myself, swiping the mostly intelligible ones. I rummage through the desk drawers full of random trinkets like paperclips and notepads. Amidst the junk, I find some money, enough to buy a motel room or something far away from here.

I scurry around the other rooms upstairs, finding the master bedroom. It’s mostly clean with its unmade bed and random clothes on the floor. It’s cleaner than mine at least. 

Nothing of interest other than some clothes I thought might fit me. Walking back out into the hallway, another room catches my eye that I didn’t notice before. It’s shrouded in darkness, all the way at the other end of the hallway. 

I hesitate before walking over and opening the door to a small room. It’s by far the cleanest room in the house. A small bed rests in the corner and a small pile of stuffed animals lay on the other corner. A little girl’s room.

“Charlie’s room…” I tell myself, recognizing her favorite toys in the small pile. Ella, Stanley, Theo…

My first thought shouldn’t have been to give these to Cassidy… but I have a feeling Charlie doesn’t need them anymore. She’d want someone to take care of her toys. I gently put them in my backpack with the other stuff I borrowed.

“Cassidy—!” I call for her as I jog down the stairs. 

“Mike!” She runs out to meet me at the bottom of the stairs, holding a crumbled slice of chocolate cake with her bare hands. “I found cake!”

“Oh… Thanks,” I take it gingerly. “Maybe get some actual food and put it in my backpack, ‘kay?”

She comes back with tupperware with random items that she seemed to like the best. A single slice of pizza, rice, and more cake. 

“That’s enough,” I stop her when she tries to bring more cake. “I can get us more food, it’s fine—”

“Oh, okay!” She smiles, eating the slice of cake she brought instead. 

I figure the faster we leave the house, the faster we can get out of this town for good. 

“Wait,” Cassidy stops me before I can fully open the door. “Why are we leaving?”

“We can’t stay here. My dad will find us sooner or later, and by the way Henry’s been acting, he’s not going to put up much of a fight. I’d rather skip town and get the hell out of here for good. I can’t take this anymore.”

Her big green eyes stare up at me, until she seems to eventually understand, and solemnly nod. “So… I can’t see my friends again?”

I stop. I feel my ears getting hot again. “...You’ll see them again one day, Cass. I promise.”

With that, she quietly follows me out of the house, ready to walk again. To where? I don’t know, anywhere. Anywhere but here.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #michael afton #cassidy fnaf #michael fnaf #michael afton fnaf #fnaf cassidy #fnaf 4 #fnaf story #fnaf fanfic #fnaf headcanon

[humbletumblecrudi]

Hi could you possibly do Rook Hunt with a male reader who's sassy and they have a friendly rivarly together that may or may not turn into something more once feelings are caught 👀👀

Oh Anon, this was so fun! I made Reader mutually enjoy hunting Rook, because it's very attractive to have a mutual activity of physically hunting your crush! ◉‿◉ 💛 (PSA: Please don't hunt your crush IRL...)

Writing Notes: Reader is Male, Reader doesn't have to be human (I made a Beastman, Merfolk, Fae, and Human section each), and Reader is also a hunter in some way here!

Warnings: Fem DNI with this work as I will block (only one exception has been made; if you have a Male OC please contact me for an exception), and Reader agreed to being hunted (and Rook agreed too).

＞ Rook Hunt 🏹

This rivalry started most likely because you were a target in his eyes, just like most of the Beastman, Merfolk, Fae, and others at school. 

This is not some cute, friendly rivalry where two men prank or compete honestly with grades: this is Rook Hunt doing what his name suggests… Hunt!

It's a friendly hunting rivalry. Prey versus predator, and such! 

No matter if you're actually a different species then him, or you're just a prominent hunter yourself: you two end up circling each other after you both get too much information on each other and mutually express your curiosities. 

He does not hate you or want you dead, non monsieur! Anything but! (You're far too interesting for him to even consider such!) Do not get him mixed in with poachers or criminal game catchers: he just loves the thrill of a mutual hunt! He never goes for normal people who you could find in modern civilization, but he does try and goed the powerful into a game or two!

Of course, before you: nobody took up his offer or his baiting (has he told you about the time Malleus singed his hair with a fastball to threaten him)! But now… oh, now? He's going to have fun, especially since you answered his teasing by sending a school manufactured arrow into the tree behind him. 

Beastman Reader ― He knows Beastman come in all shapes and sizes of mammals, birds, and reptiles. He's got whistles to annoy Canine Beastman, he has catnip for Feline Beastman, he's got dud light bulbs to annoy Naga, and so on. It's mostly stuff to get you to migrate or move around, nothing that could hurt you. But he's also not taking any chances, and you'll see him often from a distance coming in. 

Merfolk Reader ― Oh, he's not hunted many merfolk in his young years! He's mostly successful on land and not knowing of the sea life: and is willing to try his best, for you! He has nets that can't be cut with teeth and nails for Eels and Crabs, he has plastic rings that cause tangled annoyances for Jellyfish, he has sodium powder to fuck with Octopus and Slugs, and so on. He's more worrying with his teasing of sea creatures, but he's also wearing more protective gear for himself. He really is unaware of sea life other than random things that are poisonous… 

Fae Reader ― He is not on your level and this is more likely to be you teasing him. He can try and sneak up on you, but you're able to smell the cologne he tries masking with nature and musk. He's found himself flipped into the dirt after you've broken the tree he's hiding in or you've sent a gust of wind to clear bushes from sight. My, my… his Fae record for successful hunts is still at 0 with you. 

Human Hunter Reader ― He's going to challenge you and challenge you harder than the others in a way. It's much more sniper versus sniper with paintball rules applied, and he's not going to hold back. You can expect paint pellets to the uniform if you're too sloppy, and he can expect you to shoot his hat off him if he's stagnant. Of course, you've both been scolded by Crowley a few times… but Crewel finds this funny to watch, and Vargas cheers you on often (bad influences, all around).

… Either way, whoever you are, you enjoy this a bit too much. You want to take him down in your mutual game and you pounce him while behind the bleachers of the Spelldrive Savanaclaw. He had dropped his guard just slightly as you used wind magic to throw sand around beneath you, and down you dropped on him…

― You had landed quite harshly upon him and as the dust settled, you pulled yourself up to look down at him. Your hunter's instincts took over as you saw the man below you start to twist and push from the sandy ground. You try to go for his throat, to push him away at a vital area of his body, but he's faster than you and grabs you by your shoulders to bring you down again.

The pulling has you both chest-to-chest and your shaking legs doesn't help your leverage as Rook took your lips on his. The dirt on yours and the slight copper taste on his mixes strangely, but your instincts come alive like a sparking wire…

If you both didn't need oxygen, you'd have devoured his tongue and bitten his lips raw. You two separate and something else is left between you two, and you're almost certain that this feeling was far from friendship. Having Rook below you while interwoven so intimately was far different then shooting potshots at each other across yards of space. It felt…

"Oh… monsieur… mon ange," Rook's eyes slant and he almost grins devilishly before winking. "I could get used to being below you like this. I'm free on Tuesday!"

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Reader Insert #x Reader #Male Reader #M!Reader #Rook Hunt #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #TWST x Reader #Rook Hunt x Reader #Twisted Wonderland x Male Reader #TWST x Male Reader #Rook Hunt x Male Reader #Rook x Reader #Rook x Male Reader #Twisted Wonderland Imagines #TWST Imagines #Beastman Reader #Merfolk Reader #Fae Reader

[decepti-thots]

chromedome and hobbies ?

Hmmm. Chromedome seems like the kind of person, to me, who has two modes when it comes to hobbies.

The first mode is that his work is very much his passion and he is bad at separating out work and leisure. You know how sometimes people who do something they're really passionate about as a job will like. Go home and just start doing the same shit they do all day at work for fun? And sure that's great and all but also, sometimes you are like 'jesus christ you need to take a break for just ONE afternoon PLEASE'. Yeah, I feel like that's him. How that translates to his work… you know, in the Institute, I actually always think of him as someone who has quite a lot of friends among his coworkers? Maybe not very close ones, but a lot of people he works with and gets on well with and is liked by. So I can imagine in that context, he's doing a lot of extracurricular discussion about this or that bit of research, he's getting involved in Brainstorm's less-than-approved 'side projects', that sort of thing. He's finishing work and hanging out with the same people on his shifts, and they're mostly talking shop.

(Also, this is for sure one of the things Prowl saw in him during all that; he's like 'excellent, someone else who lives for work, I approve', lmao. Except Prowl is not necessarily mixing leisure with work as much as he is doing 20 hours actual unpaid overtime a week, so they're not quite as on the same wavelength as he thinks there, I feel.)

Anyway, all this means that when he's separated from that- because he stops being involved in what used to be his life's work, basically- I figure he might end up sort of… bereft. Chromedome liked what he did and organized a lot of his identity and social circle and such around it. I imagine if you work for the Institute, that pretty much is your life. Every part of your day-to-day is so classified you can't even tell people 'what I do is classified', it's not supposed to even exist. Functionally, YOU probably are not supposed to exist outside your job.

So mode number two is probably that he goes along with what his spouse- for our purposes here, Rewind- is interested in. Or any friends he has, but by the time we reach the present day that's mooooostly just Brainstorm I feel like, haha. So Chromedome's hobbies are 'enjoying time with Rewind, doing what Rewind likes'. If nothing else because I mean, we see that by the time Rewind and CD meet, CD is having profound issues with depression, which in my experience very often means lacking the energy and motivation to so much as come up with stuff to do. Following someone's lead can be a big relief there. But of course, it also means he's playing into that kind of codependent, Rewind-is-everything dynamic that both keeps CD going and is also not actually sustainable in the long run. So.

As for what those hobbies actually are, I mean, we see that a lot of it is related to Rewind's archival work- when it's movie night he suggests old PSAs he has for historical purposes, he and CD talk about his old field recordings. I bet Rewind drags him out to see stuff and take recordings all the time. I'm sure he's happy to infodump at CD for three hours while they wander around taking recordings of alien planets or doing interviews or whatever. Rewind is almost the inverse here of CD back in the day really, where he makes his passion into a full-time calling.

So now CD also has a lot of knowledge about all sorts of random things, but he always prefaces this with a brag about how smart his husband is. This is probably both cute and annoying after a while.

#ask meme

[hongjoongscafe]

✧*̥˚ The Doll *̥˚✧

-ˋˏ [Part 3; Serieslist] ˎˊ

-ˋˏ In the riddle brain ˎˊ

⚘ pairing: wizard!wooyoung×doll!reader (Jihyun)

⚘ genre: fluff, angst, smut, fantasy AU.

⚘ summary: his loneliness made him desperate for a partner.

⚘ word count: 2.4k+

⚘ note: AU suggestion and the picture edit by @nanibecute. Thank you so much 💓 this is how Liz looks like.

⚘ Masterpost

⚘ DO NOT REPOST, PLZ

He floated closer, "but I will say one last thing before going for now… Use your task intelligently," he winked and disappeared back into the wand.

"Why would you say that, Hobble Bobble? Why do I feel like you know something and I don't!" Wooyoung frustratedly said to himself as he tried to figure out his assignment. 

It has been a week since that night and now all he could think about was his assignment. Hobble Bobble made it very clear that he had to make something and turn that thing into a living and breathing thing. 

A dog…

A cat…

A reptile, perhaps?

"Ugh!" He fisted his hair. "Hobble!" His frustration was fogging his mind that he didn't see or heard the slight thumping and shaking of his wand. 

Hobble Bobble's cute little shiny eyes blinked and fell on his struggling wizard. He huffed cutely in his signature baby voice and roamed over his wizzy's head. 

"Hobble Bobble, where did you push me? I can't understand the assignment. It's too hard!" He whines. 

"What's so hard about this?" Wooyoung flinched and looked at Hobble Bobble in horror. "What?"

"When did you come?" He asked, calming his heartbeat. 

"Just now when you were desperately calling for me," the pink cloud blinked. 

Wooyoung nodded slowly and said, "ah, well, I was just talking… to myself," while pouting.

"Why can't you understand your assignment? It is so easy. You should use it for your good. It's an opportunity for you to be satisfied," the cloud said nonchalantly.

"How?" The wizard dragged his word.

Hobble Bobble let out a tiny haaa noise. "Use this assignment for your own good. The missing thing is what you want."

"It sounds like a bad riddle," he whined. 

"No, my statement is not a riddle, your brain is. Understand your brain, you will know what I mean," he said and moved closer to the wand to go back. 

"No, wait!" Wooyoung took his wand away. "Don't go. Please," he pouted. 

"I left my game in between with Tubby-Toodle," the cloud whined. 

Wooyoung curled out his lower lip even more and looked at Hobble Bobble with puppy eyes, blinking rapidly. 

"Fine!" The cloud sat on the coffee table. 

The Wizard went back to thinking about what he wanted. He was not aware of what was missing or how to decipher his brain that was, apparently, a riddle. 

"Something that I want. Something that I want. Hmm," Wooyoung talked to himself. "What can it be? I have everything. Nothing is missing."

Hobble Bobble sighed. It was going to be a long day for him. He should forget his game already. 

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Wooyoung and Hobble Bobble went on a walk later on when the wizard couldn't think of a single thing. 

The cloud, he knew what the wizard wanted and was missing. But it would be cheating if he helped him any further. 

As they were walking down the street, talking about random stuff, they stumbled across a toy shop. From the display, there were many things. Cars, buses, trains, doll houses. But what caught his eye the most was the big doll in the box, she was probably the height of his leg. 

Wooyoung stopped there and admired the doll closely. It reminded him of Liz. She was enthusiastic about dolls. Within a few minutes, she changed his views about dolls. It left a sweet smile on his face. 

"Wizzy?" The cute cloud called. "Is everything okay?"

He chuckled and looked away from the doll and walked forward, "just remembered something cute."

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They were sitting in the park. The grass under them was soft and refreshing. The tall trees were happy to provide shade to the tired passerby. The birds were singing songs of happiness, the children were playing the games of house-house. The chitter chatter of the ladies was just some whispers in the background.

When Wooyoung was young, he would play this game with his cousins. They would make him play ridiculous roles. Sometimes he would join them for tea parties. He chuckled at the bittersweet memories. They are so good that it hurts now. He wished he had someone with whom he could play these things now without being worried about getting judged. 

It wouldn't be bad right? Asking someone to play something so childish now when he and she are grown up. Definitely weird and probably they will be leaving him the next minute. 

Well, it is how it is. 

"I wonder when I will be alive again," Wooyoung sighed. 

"If you use your brain enough, no one is stopping you from feeling alive again," Hobble said.

"You keep on saying that and I'm still confused as fuck," Wooyoung laid back on the ground and the cloud found its place on the wizard's belly. 

"You have everything in front of your eyes, why can't you see it?" He said.

"I don't know what I am missing?" He tilted his head. 

"It can be anything," Hobble Bobble said. "A feeling maybe."

"Hm, still confused, Bobble."

"Nevermind, I'm going now, you are so slow!" He cutely huffed and disappeared in the wand. 

"Great! What am I supposed to do now?" He got up and walked to the one place where he could find answers.

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"Saaaaanie," Wooyoung knocked on his best friend's door. "Look who came to meet you."

"No one is inside, my friend," Wooyoung flinched when he heard San's voice from his back. San cackled.

"You scared me," he whined. "Anyhow, where were you?"

"Hm, Mary was out of town this week. She came back last night. So I got some stuff she was out of," San informed. 

"Oh, oky. Can I come in?" Wooyoung asked with puppy eyes.

"How can I say no to you?" San showed his infamous feline smile. "Come on in."

San opened the door and closed it after Wooyoung stepped in. He knew about his assignment and he was sure that he came to him related to that. Wooyoung doesn't show his puppy eyes for anything. San was more than happy to help. 

"So, what can you not understand?" San asked without any formalities. 

"What understand?" Wooyoung asked. 

"Don't be like that, just say it," San poured some water for him and his pouty friend.

"There is nothing as such," he said. 

"The assignment, you know what you are gonna do in that?" San knowingly asked.

"Well," he dragged. "I don't know," San chuckled. Wooyoung also told him about what Hobble Bobble said about something that is missing.

"It's alright, Wooyoungie. I know you will figure it out."

"There is something more…" Wooyoung sheepishly said.

"I'm all ears," San sat on the counter stool. 

"I kinda feel like I should go somewhere else. Like kinda vacation?" He thought about it, "yeah, a vacation."

San's face turned serious. It's not bad that Wooyoung wanted to go on a vacation but it was the weight of pain that his voice held. "What is going on, Woo?"

"I don't know. I feel like maybe going away for a while can be better for a change and environment. I just need some space… away from here," Wooyoung's eyes were glossy. 

"Are you sure it is what you want? I mean, you can go whenever and wherever you want but please, don't part ways from us," San got up and hugged his friend, "maybe you can use your loneliness as an excuse for your assessment."

"What do you mean?" Wooyoung frowned. 

"I mean, love is what you are missing, right? That's what Hobble said: something that is missing. Why can't you use this to your advantage and make an assignment from which you can cure your loneliness?" San explained. 

Wooyoung's mouth opened a bit at the realization. 'So that's what Hobble Bobble meant?' He asked himself in his mind. "Ah, I'm such a fool. Why couldn't I figure it out!? Bobble is right, I'm so slow," Wooyoung whined and hugged his friend tightly. "Sannie."

"Ah, pabo. I need to ask you to leave now. Mary will be home any minute and I want her to myself," San patted his friend's back. 

Wooyoung smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. "Okay, San. We get it," he teased. 

"Aish," San playfully huffed.

As Wooyoung opened the door, Mary was right there about to open the door, "hey Mary, have fun~" 

Mary looked at Wooyoung's back with a confused expression and turned to San who was now standing by the threshold. He just shrugged and brought her inside. 

"He is never gonna grow up."

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"We don't throw people away when we don't need them, do we? They also leave when they are needed. But dolls? Dolls stay with you forever. They won't leave you, you leave them on the dark streets like they meant nothing. They soaked many tears and giggles in them but it meant nothing in the end. People are ungrateful, they only see them as a non-living things. Dolls won't laugh at you when you cry. Dolls will not be sad because you are happy… The doll will always be there with you and will stick by your side forever," she said. "Unlike people, dolls are forever yours. Dolls fill the void in the heart and give us the warmth we need the most."

The doll. That's what he needed. Wooyoung couldn't contain his happiness as he was walking with a jump in his steps. Oh, he wanted to kiss San so bad for his idea that lit a big bulb in his brain. How can he forget Hobble Bobble? That little cloud ball helped him so much. Liz, he was near her house. So he thought of stopping by. 

"Liz!" He knocked. Instead of Liz, her mother opened the door and looked at him skeptically. 

"Yes?" She asked. 

"Oh, hello Ms." He bowed. "Is Liz home?"

"Why do you ask?" She asked while bowing back slightly. 

"She helped me a lot that night! I understand your worries about strangers… but please, let me just say thank you to her," Wooyoung requested. 

The lady slightly nodded and called Liz. She came running and beamed with a bright smile when she saw him. "Hi, how are you?"

"Hi, Liz. I'm good. I just stopped by to say thank you so much for sharing your feelings about dolls. It helped me a lot. So, thank you so much, Liz," ne smiled.

"Really? How did I help?" She asked. Her mother was standing behind, listening to them talking. 

"Do you know Wizard Hanbin?" 

"Oh, the master of masters?"

"Yeah," he happily nodded. "He gave me an assignment. I am supposed to make something out of scratch and turn it into a breathing thing."

"Like Chip Pot? Lumière?" She asked wide-eyed.

"Yes, just like that," he nodded.

"So you gonna make a doll?" Her interest peaked. 

"Yes!" He excitedly exclaimed. 

"That's so fun! I'm sure it is gonna be so gorgeous!" She clapped. 

"Thank you!" He paused. "Also, as you said that the dolls fill the void in our hearts… I hope my doll fills the void in my heart as well."

"What void do you have?" She asked softly.

"Loneliness," he sadly smiled.

Liz moved closer with teary eyes and hugged him tightly. "I hope it does… Right, Milli?" She asked the doll in her arms. Bringing her face close to her ear, she said, "Milli said right!"

"That's wonderful! Okay, now I should get going, okay?" He said.

"Will you show me your doll to me?" She asked. 

Wooyoung looked at her mother who nodded in agreement. "Sure! I'll show the doll."

"Okay, see you!" She said and went inside. 

Wooyoung turned where he was going with a content smile on his face. 

"Wizard! Stop," Liz's mother called. 

Wooyiung stopped and turned around. "Yes?"

"I have never seen her this excited. She doesn't have friends. Her obsession with dolls kinda keeps other kids of her age away… I know, I came out to be rude but I worry. It's not easy to be a mother of a daughter… I hope you will be her friend?" She shared her pain. 

Wooyoung's heart clenched. Liz was a wonderful teenager. She deserved nothing but happiness and health, "it is not an obsession. It is what keeps her happy. The doll is what makes her happy and fills her void. I think she can understand me better and I can understand her," he smiled. "She is already my best friend. Don't worry." 

With that, he turned around again and walked back to his house. 

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Now the question was: how he was going to make the doll? 

Wooyoung was laying in his bed, staring at the ceiling. His mind ran in the past. As Hobble Bobble said earlier: "You have everything in front of your eyes, why can't you see it?" He said.

He tried to think of things that could make his doll perfect. Not that he had any perfection in his mind but at least realistic. 

Cloth? Nah, too plain. 

Crochet? Mm, too decorative. 

Wool? Ah, too wintery. 

Fluff cloth? Nope, too irritating. 

Wooyoung huffed and closed his eyes. His mind pondered the scene of his date with Nari at the wax museum. 

"I love going to wax statue museums. It's like, I am looking at real people," Wooyoung's date, Nari, said as they looked at beautiful wax statues. "They can't talk or do anything. Even the worst person's statue is clear of any sins. You can make them however you want. It's fascinating. Don't you think so?" 

He gasped and sat up straight. His heartbeat was running wild and bubbled with excitement. 

He picked up his wand and called for Hobble Bobble. 

The little pink cloud ball appears with tired eyes. "What is it, Wizzy?" He asked and yawned. 

"I know what I am making for the assessment!" Hobble Bobble's eyes widened and hugged his tiny arms around Wooyoung's face. 

"I'm so happy! Yay! What are you gonna make?" He asked. 

"A wax doll!" He smiled. "Tomorrow, we will be going to buy the material. And you are coming with me."

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[itachisloverlol]

I have another one you can take your time no pressure

Where Itachi and Yn has some kind of arrange relationship and yn is always distant with Itachi and barely speaks to him and one day she even snaps at Itachi?!? How would he handle the situation? I mean Itachi was trying to make her happy and all that stuff?!?

Your suggestions are really good but I struggle to not love Itachi here once again haha. Thank you!

And what is my obsession with Itachi making breakfast for the reader?!

I was lazy to proofread, sorry

TW: just a slight mention of sex, they are not doing it.

Story: Reader has to marry rich to help her mother who is ill and Uchihas want to have as much offsprings as possible. Uchiha massacre happened, the only survivers are Itachi, Sasuke, their parents and Shisui

It was just another normal day, you went for your job early in the morning after skipping breakfast. You know its bad but you always wake up late and never learn your lesson. Lady Tsunade is waiting for you with a lot of paperwork. You go to your office and start working.

Your mind is wondering away and one moment later, you have a full-blown daydreaming session how you are having a picnic under the beautiful sky with your friends. You didn't have a lot of them but you loved spending time with those girls. You didn't have any chakra and you are not good in Taijutsu, so the only job for you left is an office job. Friends are the only thing keeping you alive at this point. Sakura was a bit overwhelming sometimes, because she always talks about how it would be so romantic if instead of us it was Sasuke with her. We all knew, including Sasuke, how deeply in love she was with him, but Sasuke never talked to her properly. We always tried to pair them up, but nothing works.

"Hey, y/n" you hear, you open your eyes, scared, how much time did you spend daydreaming? "Hey, Naruto, what is up with you, scaring me like that?" You said, realising it was Naruto. "Were you slacking of again?" He chuckled. You looked away, a bit embarrassed. He was the only other friend you had, other than girls, but he was always so busy and you don't even try to invite him to the picnics and stuff. "Be careful, Lady Tsunade is in a bad mood today. Anyway, I'm throwing a party for Sasuke since he is back to town after a year of traveling, do you wanna come? Maybe you can meet a good guy there" he smirked, he always tried to set you up with random guys he thought looked hot. "Naruto, when will you stop? No one ever liked me so what will change today?" You looked at him. "Idk, Itachi will be there" he said jokingly. He knows you don't like him, more than that, you hated him. He was always so smug and always looked down on everyone. He was so cold to anyone other than Sasuke and Shisui. "Shut up, Naruto. I'll try, I need to ask my parents first" you said. You knew you didn't want to but you could not just tell him that.

You didn't want to go because you were tired from working, but, when have you not been tired from this everyday routine?

The work hours have thankfully ended and you got back home. Your home was normal, not too glamorous and not too bad. But your parents were struggling, your mum was ill and your dad was barely able to work. He was a shinobi once but lost his leg to the fight with Madara. (Haha yes we are guy's child somehow) Konoha was paying him monthly for his services but it was not enough to treat your mother. That's why you had to work and that's why you could not just walk away. Suddenly you hear a knock on the door, it's Sakura, you already know why she got here. "Please" she said. "Sakura, I'm tired" You whined. "Please, I want to see Sasuke and I can't go there alone, Hinata, Tenten and Ino are busy and... and... please, y/n" she started begging. Your mum overheard it and called you. You went to her room and stared. "Go, believe me, your dad has to tell you an important thing tomorrow and you'll regret not going" she seemed sad. "What? How can I regret not going to the party that much?" You were so confused. "What is this thing he wants to tell me? Are you okay mum?" You rushed to her to check her vitals. "I'm good as always sweets, go go, your friend wants to see her boyfriend right? Go with her" she smirks. She knows how Sakura is and she knows how the word "boyfriend" makes her feel butterflies in her stomach. You love your mum, more than anything, more than your dad and you wanted her to see happy. You stepped out of the room and looked at Sakura. "Alright, let me change first." She was so happy to hear that, she started to jump up and down and clap hands in anticipation.

You were already outside Naruto's house. "Are we early?" You ask looking over at your friend and than glancing over the empty house which was visible through windows. "Lets go in" she blushes.

There were only few people yet to come, not even the person this party was for was here. You went to get a drink for you and Sakura and you saw Naruto in the kitchen. He looked nervous. "What is up with you, Naruto?" You ask. "Nothing, what? Nothing." He anxiously answered. You then see your dad leaving the bathroom. When he saw you, he looked like he saw a ghost. "Guys what is happening? Is there a big zit on my face or what? You said jokingly. "Nothing baby, i have to get home to your mum" he kissed your forehead and left.

People started to come but Sasuke was not one of them. Sakura started to feel sad and hopeless. "I know he wouldn't come, he hates parties" as she says this, someone opens a door in an aggressive manner and you already know who that is. It's one and only, Sasuke Uchiha. Everyone started cheering and Sakura's face lit up. Two people followed him to the house. It was Shisui and Itachi. Shisui was not that bad as the brothers. As you were thinking that, he finally found you with his eyes and glared at you, he had written confusion and disbelief on his face, then he smiled and waved. Shisui never acknowledged you so you were weirded out and thought it was for someone else. Itachi saw all of this but he was as stoic as always. This man. Why he had to be so smug.

You wanted to get another drink to forget how everyone looks at you weirdly today. You went to the kitchen and started pouring some cheap wine into your paper cup. "Oh naruto, you are so bad at this" you murmured. Suddenly you hear someone walking in. You turned around and saw Itachi. "Hey, are you?? Hm, y/n" he says in a monotonic voice and then smirks. "And who are you?" You ask, knowing who he was and knowing he also is aware that you are not serious. How can someone not know this legendary man? But you tried your best to humble him. "How are you?" Your face changed so fast. "What?" "Do you not know what how are you means?" He made a confused face. "I'm good" "Will you not ask me?" He smiled. "To be honest, I don't care" you felt this weird feeling after saying this. Was it the fear? You feared that he can kill you with one look if he wanted to. He can torture you for days in his tsukuyomi. You had to be nice... you had to. "What, you don't like me?" "I'm sorry, I'm just tired and..." he didn't let you finish as he said "So were you tired when Shisui greeted you and you ignored him?" He said angrily. "I didn't think he was waving at me, I'll go and greet him right now" and you started to walk away as Itachi grabbed you with your forearm. "Ahh" it was painful, even though the skin on his hand was like velvet. "I am not finished talking to you, sweetie" he said. "I am not your sweetie, you weird man" you freed yourself and walked away, you found Sakura as soon as possible and told her that you're leaving. "Has something happened?" She asked and suddenly you feel Naruto's hand grabbing yours and telling you to follow him. His grip was not tight, he is not like those filthy Uchiha brothers.

"Where are we going?" "Shhhh, we should find a quiet room to talk" he said. You got up to the second floor and went in to the spare bedroom that he had. There were only some chairs and an old bed. He sat down on the bed and motioned you to sit down next to him. You knew it was nothing sexual but you still felt scared. But not scared of him, scared of what he might have to tell you. "Y/n, it's not my place to tell you, but I saw Itachi grabbing you, so I could not ignore it" he said with a sad look on his face. You got shy, you were shy because someone just grabbed you without your consent and you did nothing. "That's okay, Naruto, you are strong but I am not. I can't do anything about it. Don't worry" you said. "No, it's not only that, not only today... you should... step up for yourself, because..." and he started to look at you with those big blue eyes and you saw one tear coming down on his cheek. "Stop scaring me" you said as you nervously laughed. He is not the one to joke like that so you knew something bad was about to come out of his mouth. "Your dad was here today" "I know, I saw him" you smiled. "Yeah yeah, right. So, he told me to introduce you to Itachi" he said. "Did you drag mu father into your set-me-up game somehow?" You asked, once again, trying to lighten up the conversation. "He told me.. to... that... Itachi, he.." he really tried to find the right words. "Itachi wants to marry you. No, no, I think his father wants him to.. I don't know.. maybe they both want to..." he started to nervously blabber. "What?" You froze. "Yes, your father and Itachi's father talked and .... I think Itachi had no say in being married but, as I understood, he chose you" his eyes were stuck to his hands now, he played with them nervously. "Oh, alright. So this is the news my mum told me about. What a surprise, the guy I hate the most wants to marry me" "you can say no, you know... you can come live with me here and I'll support your parents with how much I can.. " he told you. You hugged him so tightly that he could suffocate and you started crying. He rubbed your back to comfort you and you were like this for a while.

You got home crying. Sakura was so confused but Naruto made up some lie and told her not to follow you. You went to your mother's room. "I will do it" she looked confused. "Did you not go to party? I thought you went..." she said. "No, no, I don't mean that.. I mean.. the marriage" you murmured the last two words. "Hod do you know about that" her eyes started to glow from the tears forming in there. "Does it matter? I will do whatever to make you happy, I will do whatever to save you, mum" you hugger her, kissed her cheek and ran up to your room. You were crying all night. Itachi was so rough with you today, you can't imagine how he would be as a husband. Why did he choose you? Why? But you had to do it, for your mum...

you heard birds chirping and realized you have not slept. Does it matter if you go to your work? You didn't care about anything right now, but still got out of bed. Still yesterday's clothes on you. You took a shower and headed out to work.

You were almost there when you heard someone calling your name from above. "Itachi" you said as you looked up. He got down with ease and stoop right before you, you were shorter than him and you had to look up to look him in the eyes. "Hello" he said. "Hi" you said, quietly. "So how are you, or did you forget what that means again?" "I'm good, you?" You asked. He smirked and looked down at your left hand. He took it and kissed you. "I'm sorry for yesterday, I hope you can forgive me" he said and looked up again at your eyes. He was bowed down to reach your hand so his head was right before yours and you could hear his breath. You got scared, freed your hand from his soft grip and took a step back. He stood up straight and looked.. sad? What was that emotion? You thought to yourself. "Are you running away again? I saw you leave the house after talking to Naruto in the bedroom!" He emphasises the word bedroom. "Did you do anything with him? Should I kill him? Why were you crying?" You were confused, was he jealous of Naruto? "No, he just told me your grand plan to.. marry me... was that true?" You knew it was, but you wanted it to hear from him. "Are you not happy that you are the only woman who will have my children? Everyone likes me, y/n" he took a step towards you and places a hand on your cheek and then grabbed your chin to look up at him. He was gentle but scary at the same time. "You know that everyone here will be jealous of you, y/n. You can kiss me here and now and everyone in this village will be talking about it. Do you not wanna be mine" and as he said this, hi freed your chin and started to play with your hair. "I love your h/c hair" he said as you were frozen. He lowered his head and his lips came close to your ears. "It will look good on my kids" he whispered. You once again freed yourself from his intoxicating touch and ran as fast as possible. Did you like this just now? What was it? Noo, you could not, he is a cold blood murderer and you hated him. Itachi gave up and let you go to your work, but all of this? All of this was not over, you were his already, he claimed you with his touch. He was happy to see you flustered and he wanted to make you the happiest girl on earth.

Why was he talking about children so much? And it clicked. He wanted to revive his clan. Or maybe not and maybe inly his father did. But anyway, you hated him.

The wedding day came, you have not seen Itachi before that day, it was a month since he touched you and you were still not sure if you hated him or not. But you knew that he was just playing nice to get you to bear his children, he didn't care about you. He chose you, because everyone knew how powerless you were because you could not fight. He knew he could control you however he could. The wedding preparation was fast, everyone talked about how fast we fell in love with each other. Only Naruto, Itachi's family and my family knew the truth.

You dolled yourself up for him and girls were so happy about you. "I would never think in a million years you would fall in love with Itachi" said Hinata. She was too sweet and innocent to even consider me not loving him. "Well, Sakura is even happier than you, she expects that y/n will invite her over to dinner someday and she will make Sasuke fall in love with her" said Tenten and everyone laughed except Sakura. He was sure she could do it snd didn't understand what we we laughing about. What a silly girl she is but you love her wholeheartedly.

The wedding was normal, you danced with girls and everyone was happy for you all. This was the last day of your freedom, the last day you lived at your house. After the wedding, Itachi and you went to his house and you both didn’t speak for the whole time. He opened the door and guided you to the bedroom. “I will prepare the bath for you, my love. You can take any of my clothes and if you’re not comfortable, I can sleep on the couch” “That’s okay” you could not force yourself to say more words. You bathed, put on his t-shirt and went to bed. Your stuff are packed at your house so you only have essentials with you. His shirt smelt divine, but you should not get distracted, he didn’t love you, he uses you. Since you said it’s okay, because you didn’t want to get in trouble, he laid down next to you. “Should we talk?” he asked. “About what exactly? Use me right now, I know you want to, I will bear your children, I have no choice, we don’t have to talk” you said, emotionlessly. He looked at you with a disappointing look “I don’t want anything from you. I liked you, that’s why I chose you, you could say no, so don’t be a brat and let me hug you. I don’t need your body. We will have children when we both want to, my love, do you understand?” and as he finished saying this, he kissed your cheek. You turned the other way, secretly wishing it was true and secretly wishing he would hug you with love. He did spoon you and you were like that for the whole night.

Your morning alarm rang and you felt that other side of the bad was cold to touch. You got up and went down to kitchen. “Why are you up my love” He looked up from a book. “Don’t you know? I have to work!” you said aggressively. “No way. You are my wife and I have more than enough. You want shopping? We can do that. You want nice restaurant? We can do that. Don’t bother yourself with working, I am here to take care of you.” You ignored him and went back upstairs. You knew that it was no use to start a fight. “Where are you going?" You looked at him and ignored him once again. You turned around and suddenly you flinched. It was none other than Itachi himself. He was one step higher so you were looking exactly at his abs which were visible, because he was wearing a very tight t-shirt. "I asked- where are you going, my love? He asked through his teeth. You heard him ask from downstairs, then this should be the clone, huh? suddenly the clone just turned into flying bats and real Itachi was already behind you lifting you up like you had no weight and brought you to the table. "Sit down, I don't want my wife to starve, we should eat breakfast" "Okay, I'm sorry, what do you want? I don't know much I'll try" you said and he bursts out laughing. "You are silly" he said as he kissed your forehead and went to the fridge. He made the breakfast as you said in silence, wondering why were you feeling this way? Why was it so nice to feel cared for?

"Here" he said as he placed a plate in front of you. "Eat up, I need you as strong as possible" he smirked. What does he mean by that? You were virgin but you knew stuff from your friends and also books. Was he implying that?? Was he planning to strengthen you so that he can be as rough as possible? "What? Why do you have such disgust on your face, don't you like eggs?" He asked nervously. "No, I love them, sorry" "stop saying sorry" he said, but this time, his voice was cold. "I told you, I will not do anything to harm you. You are my wife. You are mine to protect, love" every time he called you love, you felt this weird tingles in your stomach that you have never felt before.

You ate in silence and then you suggested that you had to go back home and get your stuff. "Let me change so that I can come with you, love" "No, I can do it alone" you said angrily. "Why, I can help you." He seemed confused. You were full of his games so you snapped. "Leave me alone" you yelled and then realised that you are still scared of this man but you can not control yourself. "I can do it on my own, I don't need big strong Uchiha's help" you said in sarcastic voice. You ran towards the door but as you were about to touch the handle, Itachi grabbed you. His hands were around you, just below your boobs. You started to move your limbs uncontrollably so that he would lose control but he was too strong. He turned around and placed you in the couch. "My love..." he started, but now, it was not that sweet voice, it was that familiar voice, which talked to you like you were nothing at the party. "For the hundredth time, you are my wife, I won't harm you, but that doesn't mean you can do anything you want. You are mine and that's it, like it or not, you are mine, I did everything to show you that I love you already so much, I am willing to do anything for you..." he said. You were sat down and he was standing right in front of you. He lowered himself to line up his lips with yours. "...Anything.. but I will not stand you being a brat." He kissed your lips. He was so soft. His lips were just as soft as his skin? Who is this man? He let go of your lips and said "You can't lie to me that you don't like it. I know you do".

Hey guys, if you like it, maybe I'll try to write nsfw next time me. Lmk

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