#avenge the wet cat

[kayit-z]

You better find that letter and do something, Felipe minecraft

#protect your man >:((( #ive been waiting for phil to kill bad or something since the zoo stuff happened #or even before #avenge the wet cat #qsmp #qsmp fanart #qsmp philza #qsmp missa #badboyhalo

[floralcavern]

Everytime I see people drawing Captain America as a kid and make him wear Sketchers and an American t-shirt or whatever the hell pisses me off. Like, it’s such a weird pet peeve of mine. But Steve was from the 40s! He wouldn’t have been dressing like our modern day iPad kids. G O S H

But, imagine it. Avengers fanart where they’re all kids wearing clothes from around the same generation and then there’s just Steve looking like:

You all are missing the potential!

#Marvel #captain america #steve rogers #The avengers #Steve Rogers was a pathetic little guy #And I love him for that #he was like a wet cat before the experiments

[mako-ink]

The eldest sibling’s burden.

#dislyte #digital art #fanart #anime #art #digital artist #original art #dislyte fanart #dislyte leon #Leon dislyte #painting #digital painting #gacha games #gacha art #he’s a perpetually rained on wet cat in my mind #listening to I won’t see you tonight by avenged sevenfold like…..

[mcyt-trios]

PROPAGANDA:

Familoier:

I CANT SPEND THE NEXT HOUR TYPING

THE TRIO OF ALL TIME TRULY- ALL 3 OF THEM LOVE AND CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER SO MUCH- LIKE ROIER AND CELLBIT ARE MARREID YEAH BUT THEY STILL CONSIDER JAIDEN PART OF THEIR FAMILY SHE IS IMPORTANT TO THEM AND THEY ARE IMPORTANT TO HER- ROIER AND JAIDEN WILL ALWAYS BE PARTNERS NO MATTER WHAT

theee relationship of all time: roier is husbands with cellbit and jaiden is his qpp, they are all so caring for each other and they have had their tension and their bad moments but there's a genuine want to communicate and grow better all the time :( <3

Cellbit and Roier are romantic married, Roier and Jaiden were platonic partners raising a child together, and all 3 are chaos together! But get along so so well! They support each other so much and care about each other so deeply and they are all Sillies

this is jaiden, and this is jaiden's partner/ the father of her child roier, and this is roier's cannibal husband cellbit

Boreal Trio:

look. look okay so youve got two battle hardened at least mildly immortal warrior brothers-in-arms slash best friends slash partners for life, and then youve got this anxious, queer wet cat of an enderman who lives in their shed. oooh my god this is gonna be so incoherent im so sorry. ranboo was doing soooo awful when doomsday happened and both techno and phil immediately went him. that one. he needs to be safe and supported and away from all of this he should come with us. only if he wants to. and he did want to!! he was soo anxious but he got more confident!! none of them are great at expressing their feelings verbally (techno is but he also does other things) so they do it in other ways! phil rushing over as soon as he hears ranboo CLOSE to water because he knows it hurts him! techno moving the prison break up from 'some time soon i guess' to 'now now we are leaving now we are doing this RIGHT NOW' as SOON as ranboo gets detained!! avenging his ghost, throwing any and all hesitation about tubbo away to work with him because that was what ranboo wanted, that was what he asked. always checking in and making sure he was okay. all three of them are soooo dysfunctional but i love them so much. think of the mansion raid streams!! techno and ranboo off adventuring, phil taking care of the animals and getting up at 3am real time to trigger their stasis chambers!! they care about each other all so fucking much and they are a family! please vote for them i will be very sad otherwise :(

#mcyt-trios #mcytblr trio bracket #mcyt #polls #round 4

[loomiskemp]

Retired Avengers Bucky and Steve embrace a quieter life, running their own bookstore. When a sorrowful woman seeking solace from an abusive past enters their shop on a rainy fall day, their mystical cat, Alpine, takes an unexpected interest in her. Bucky, with his ability to read auras, senses her hidden pain. Determined to bring her joy, he persuades Steve to join him in uplifting her spirits, leading to the blossoming of a healing connection that transcends the pages of their own love story.

Rated Mature: sexual themes: double penetration (anal/vaginal) dirty talk/lactation kink) fingering, oral, tit fucking. Mentions of abusive ex/stalker

Rain falls from above. The heavy drops hit roughly against your yellow raincoat, the cold starts to seep in, the concrete wet underneath your black boots. You seek shelter but you can barely see what’s around you. Your mind swirls, it feels clouded with unsaid emotions. You feel lonely, sad, happy, angry– You feel everything all at once. It tires you, makes you not want to leave bed for days. The only moments you have relief is when you pinch the inside of your elbow, the pain providing moments of bliss before blood starts to gush from the sensitive skin.

A year. It’s been a year since you’ve gathered the strength to leave your abusive boyfriend. His name was James. He called you names, got drunk, hit you when he felt like it. You never had a say. He didn’t take the break up well, his obsession with you growing into something evil and sinister. You could always feel his eyes. Even now when the rain hides you, you feel him. You appealed for a restraining order but the court hearing was taking longer than you expected. He was always there, when you left the house, when you were in the supermarket. James didn’t say anything. He just stared, sending an unsettling feeling to the pits of your stomach. You started to go outside less and less, and when you looked out the window you could see him.

Surprisingly enough you weren’t there this morning when you peered down your window. Maybe he didn’t want to get wet, maybe he was bored and gave up. Whatever it was you were happy, you couldn’t run outside fast enough.

The rain continues to pour, looking up you allow the cold drops to hit your face. You giggle as they slide down your neck, going all the way down to your breasts and wetting your bra. The fog clears a bit, allowing you to be drawn away from your thoughts thanks to a faint orange light. It’s warm so you decide to walk towards it, a cozy looking bookshop comes into view, the books in the display are a bit dusty, but you think that it adds to the vibe of the small shop.

When you enter you hear the sound of a small bell right above you.

~~~

It wasn’t a hard decision to make when Bucky asked Steve if he wanted to open up a bookshop. Steve didn’t have it in him to keep the battle going and it sounded like the perfect retirement. Finding the book hadn’t been hard, they knew a bunch of people who were happy to donate and soon the bookstore was open for business. Steve and Bucky found themselves spending more time here than there home. They enjoyed the ambiance, the chocolatey smell of old books, the coziness of the dim lighting of their bookstore.

They were behind the counter when they heard the bell ring. Neither of them looked up, finding that most customers enjoyed being alone during their hunt for the perfect book that called out to them. Soft, wet steps echoed.

With a soft sigh, Steve pushes up his thick framed glasses up the bridge of his nose and hugs Bucky tighter. Sitting behind the counter, Bucky shifts further up Steve’s lap,

his pencil sketching thoughtfully onto the paper. Steve’s lips find the curve of Bucky’s cheek, his mouth moving gently as he watches what his partner was drawing. Right now it seems to be a drawing of the bookshelves that stands across from them.

“You’re running out of inspiration,” Steve mutters into Bucky’s skin. “Book are my inspiration,”

“I’m hurt,”

Steve smiles lazily, Bucky scoffs at his faux offense.

“And what would you prefer my inspiration to be?”

“Me, obviously,”

“You are my inspiration but I can’t exactly have you in the nude in the middle of out bookstore,”

“What do I always have to be in the nude for you to find inspiration?” Steve adds. “Don’t you think I look cute in my sweater?”

“You do. But what can I say, I enjoy studying your naked form,”

The two giggle, Steve nuzzling Bucky’s cheek as the other adds shading to one of the books. Bucky realizes quickly that their laughter attracts the curious look of their customer, you smile and look back to the book you’re holding. Bucky recognizes the book; Conversations with Friends by Sally Rooney. He decides to leave you alone and continues to focus on his sketch despite Steve's distracting words. This goes on for about five minutes, their white cat Alpine jumps on top of the counter, pulling them both away from their conversation.

She meows and jumps down, walking towards the customer. Their eyes follow Alpine, her tail curling playfully as she follows you further into the bookstore. The two exchange brief glances, both of them confused about their pet’s behavior. Bucky stands up and decides to go after the feline.

Bucky walks between the narrow bookcases, he sees you sitting with Alpine purring on your lap. You have a book open in front of you, open to your watchful gaze. Just as he’s about to walk closer he stops. You’re still unaware of his presence and he takes this opportunity to study you. Despite your smiling face, he sees your aura, broken and fearful. Bucky isn’t a fan of this ability of his, it feels invasive. Frowning, he walks up to you, pointing to Alpine.

“If she’s bothering you I can take her?”

For a moment you look up to him confused, then you look down to Alpine and smile, effectionaly petting the white cat’s head.

“No, not all. She seems to enjoy the picture of the animals on the pages,”

Raising an eyebrow, Bucky looks down to see what she’s reading. A soft, reminiscing, chuckle falls from his lips when he sees that it’s Winnie the Pooh.

“My mom used to read that to me and my sister all the time,” he explains. “It’s one of my favorites,”

“Yeah? I’m enjoying it so far. It's the perfect children’s book isn’t it? It’s a bit foolish but reading stuff like this always leaves me feeling happy,”

“That’s not silly at all,” he answers, his smile soft as he thoughtfully observes her aura. “I re-read it whenever I can. It makes me happy too,”

“Glad that I’m not alone,”

Alpine purrs and stretches across your lap, you giggle, your fingers finding that special spot right below her chin.

“I guess I’ll leave you to it, sorry for bothering you,”

“Please, you didn’t bother me at all,”

He nods and heads back to where Steve is. Steve lifts a brow at him, his eyes silently asking what happened. Bucky isn’t sure how to answer him, he’s felt something, and

After leaving you he felt emotional. Steve reaches out and holds his hand, gently squeezing. When he looks back at his partner, Bucky sees that Steve might already know what’s on his mind, even before he does.

“She’s soaked from the rain,” Bucky says.

Steve answers with a smile.

“Then let’s dry her up.”

~~~

You found it odd at first, the way the two book owners circled around you like affectionate hawks. You learned that the first man who approached you was Bucky, and the other man, with glasses with a few grays scattered in his hair, was Steve. For some reason they were acting rather affectionately towards you. Steve sat next to you and petted Alpine’s head while Bucky brought you all some tea. He also sat down soon after. Despite their older age, you noted that they were quite handsome.

Heat licks the bottom of your spine when Steve’s fingers accidentally touch your thigh while petting Alpine, the cat purrs happily.

“So anything specific you’re looking for?” Steve asks.

You name a couple of books, some of your favorite authors for reference, they briefly exchange glances, which prompts you to raise an eyebrow.

“Something wrong?”

“No no,” Bucky chuckles, playfully raising both hands in mock surrender. “We’re just surprised, not many people know of those titles and names. We have the same tastes in books as you it seems,”

“We can show you similar books to those you just listed,” Steve offers, placing his mug back on the coffee table. The sound of soothing rain fills the bookstore. “If you want to,”

“Sure that sounds delightful,” before you pick up Alpine, the white cat jumps and disappears between the bookshelves, you giggle. “I guess she wants to join us too,”

The three of you get up, following the wise cat. Bucky’s knuckles brush against yours and your breath stutters.

“Usually she’s not so fond of customers,” he says, his voice low. Steve’s presence is strong and tall, walking right in front of you two. “You must be special,”

You snort, it’s an unattractive sound so you quickly cover your mouth. “I doubt I’m anything special,” you say from beneath your hand. “In fact I think I might be bad luck,”

“We don’t believe in bad luck,” Steve chimes in, his voice melodic. The air is stifling, it’s darker around you now, the light not reaching this far back. Deep down you want to reach out and touch Steve’s back, feel the warmth of his body to find comfort in it. “But even if we did believe in it, we would never call such a pretty thing like yourself as bad luck,”

A shuddered breath escapes your lips, prompting Bucky to hold your hand. Surprised, you turn to him and he only smiles, squeezing gently.

“You don’t need to be afraid, this part is always dark but the most amazing books are hidden here like gems in a cave,”

Finally Alpine comes into view, she’s standing at the end of a dark brown bookshelf. The three of you walk towards it, Steve’s finger immediately finding what he was looking for. He shows you the book, explaining briefly what it's about and hands it to you. Then Bucky brings you his favorite book, it’s the first of a series. They keep piling book after book onto your arms, the weight gradually getting heavier and heavier. The dust makes you sneeze, and Alpine keeps on walking between Steve and Bucky’s legs. She stands at the end of your feet and meows at you, you’re not sure what the adorable feline is trying to say. You wish you could understand her.

“I think that’s all for now,” Bucky says, almost triumphantly, with his hands on his hips.

Steve looks at you amused, both his eyebrows raised, “You need help with those, sweetheart?”

“Uhh…maybe?”

Bucky mumbles an oh shit as he walks to you with long strides and scoops the pile off of your hands. You feel much lighter. The three of you walk back to the front of the shop with Alpine following. She jumps on top of the counter as Steve carefully places the books into a tote bag. Bucky stands right next to you, your shoulders brushing against one another. You feel warm and fuzzy, a smile tugs at your lips.

“What do I owe you?” you ask, pulling out your wallet.

“Don’t be silly,” Bucky clicks his tongue, pacing a hand on top of your wallet and making you lower it back down. “We’re lending you these. We want you to read them,”

“Well, if the young lady wants to pay…”

Bucky warns, “Steve…”

“Maybe perhaps she can let us take her out for dinner,”

You blink hazily at that, slightly dazed, slightly confused. Bucky smiles from ear to ear, nodding eagerly.

“A date?” you ask, mouth feeling like it belongs to a stranger. “With both of you?”

“Yeah,” Steve answers, his blue eyes moving across your body. “Unless that’s a problem?”

“Nope not at all,” you grin, taking the tote bag. The rain had stopped. “How about at seven?”

“It’s a date,” Bucky says, waving you off.

You feel happy for the first time in months, sadly, when you arrive home you feel the familiar hateful silhouette of James. Fear replacing the positive emotion, you quickly move inside your apartment and hug the books that had been given to you.

Tears wet your cheeks.

~~~

You still don’t know how you ended up with two dazzling men in your bedroom. Well, you did know how but it still was surprising. Your bedroom, you still can’t believe it. The connection between the three of you had been instant, and after both of them taking you out for dinner, well, you couldn’t help but invite them to your place. Deep down you hoped that if James was out there, stalking you as always, he sees you with both of them. You want him to know that you’ve moved on, and in the best way possible.

The two were quick to strip you and lay you upon the bed. Bucky took his place between your quivering thighs, burying his tongue deep in your cunt while Steve occupied himself by kissing you silly. He sucked your tongue into his mouth, teeth gently nibbling on your flesh as he licked the inside of your mouth. Everything was happening so fast. Pleasure rushing up and down your body. Bucky groans as he tastes you, the curve of his nose moving along your clit, making you slicker than you can ever remember. Steve moves away from your lips momentarily, his cock in his fist as he looks down to Bucky. You can briefly see the fire in his eyes.

“Make her nice and wet for us,” he groans, capturing the bead of leaking precum with the swipe of his fingers. “She is going to need it all if she is going to take us both, isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

Bucky hums as a response, fingers suddenly making their way through your folds and sliding inside of you. Steve chuckles when your lips part with a gasp, his gaze falls back to you, thumb pulling down your bottom lip as his smile shifts into something darker. Your pulse quickens at the look. He comes closer to you, stroking himself languidly, he lays the tip of his cock between your lips.

“Care for a taste?”

Your tongue swipes at the slit, his salty taste coating your tongue, your eyes flutter closed, back arching and pushing more of yourself into Bucky’s sinful mouth. You nod, a moan rattling your throat.

“Good girl,” he rasps, pushing his cock between your wet lips. “You need to get me wet too if you are going to take it all,”

Fuck. The thought of them both filling you up made you gush around Bucky’s fingers. He chuckles, scissoring his fingers, he draws your aching clit into his mouth and sucks hard. The feeling is like electricity, surging through you and making you immobile. His tongue swirls around the sensitive nub and before you can relish more into the feeling, his tongue leaves you, forcing a whine out of your chest. Steve’s fingers squeeze your chin, the sting of it urging you to look up at him.

“Don’t forget about me,”

Your eyes go wide as he pushes the rest of himself into your throat. The head touches the back of your throat, you want to gag, your nostrils flare and your throat tightens around him. Steve’s head falls back, the veins curling around his neck popping. His jaw tense and in that moment he looks so powerful, so strong, your head spins, pussy clenching tight around Bucky’s thick fingers.

“I think she likes the taste of you,” he mutters, head dipping lower between your legs. “And I can’t really blame her, however, she tastes even better,”

“I bet she does,” Steve murmurs, he slowly rolls his hips, balls laying heavy on your chin. But, his eyes are glued to Bucky. “Give me a taste,”

Your eyes roll back, goosebumps bursting across your skin. The amount of filth these two men possess will be the death of you. Bucky grins into your skin, teeth grazing against your inner thigh, you clench around him, a shudder clawing up your spine.

“She liked that too,” he drawls. Bucky curls his fingers on more time before pulling out and offering your taste to Steve, who in return licks eagerly around the other man’s fingers. He closes his eyes, moaning at the taste, then his eyes flicker down to you. “Delicious.”

You want to say ‘oh god’ but end up moaning around his cock instead. Bucky grins, gripping the other’s chin, he yanks his head towards him and captures his lips in a heated kiss. Steve’s eyes flutters closed, licking into Bucky’s mouth, he chases the taste of you. His cock throbs on your tongue, precum leaking from the tip. You swallow eagerly, in return he parts from Bucky with a groan, mouthing the underside of the other man’s chin as he pushes him back between your quivering thighs.

“Don’t stop,” he commands Bucky, but his eyes are locked on you. “I want to fuck her as soon as possible,”

Before Bucky goes back down, a brief worry clouds over his face, his gaze meets yours. “You have lube, sweet thing?”

Steve stops and you look up at him confused, blinking heavily as your mind clears up for a brief moment. When realization hits, Steve pulls out, however, he lays his cock on top of your lips; it feels heavy, wet and warm.

“I do,” you speak, voice hoarse as your lips graze against his cock. “It’s in my drawer,”

You think you raise your hand to point, but instead your arm still lays on the bed, only your finger gesturing towards the forgotten bag. Bucky follows, and after a second, he’s right back between your legs, mouth ghosting over your core and tongue swirling around your other hole.

You yelp at the feeling, involuntarily pulling away. Bucky’s strong arms snakes around your thighs, nails digging into your flesh, his tongue moves back to your clit and gives it a tentative lick.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, voice stern. Meanwhile Steve begins to stroke himself while observing you, the slick sounds echoing in your ears. You feel so bare before them, and it isn’t just because you’re naked. These two truly see you for who you are.

You shake your head, “No, I want to continue…just– I never–”

“It is alright, baby girl,” Steve says, hovering above you. His thumb plays with your lip. “You tell us when you want to stop and we will. Understood?”

When you are in the midst of nodding, he clicks his tongue with annoyance. “Words,”

“I understand,”

This time when Bucky licks you, you don’t flinch away. Instead you let out a wanton moan, hands cupping your own tits as he spreads your legs wider. You peer down, seeing the way he crowns between your legs. Noticing your gaze, he purses his lips and spits. Making a show of it. You let out a soft hiss, head falling back, you look up to Steve. A whine parts his own lips, his strokes becoming faster, harder as he watches Bucky. You had your suspicions that something more was going on between these two, but now you were certain of it, which in return makes you feel blessed that they are allowing you to be a part of it.

Bucky, completely unaware of you both ogling him, pushes his tongue into the tight muscle. You melt at the feeling, thumb swirling around your pebbled nipples. Soon, his fingers replace his tongue, you’re tighter down there. He groans at the way you clench around him, and while he pumps his fingers in and out of you, his mouth returns to your dripping cunt, cleaning the remains with his tongue.

“Fuck,” Steve gasps, “You look good down there, baby boy,”

Bucky moans into you, the vibrations sensing tingles up your body. With a moment of desperation, you grab Steve’s wrist, stilling his movements. He looks down at you, worried, but that emotion soon fades when he sees the lust swirling in your eyes.

“Want you,” you choke out. “Want you both, now– Please–”

You sound so desperate, so needy, but you’re too far gone to actually give a crap. Steve and Bucky exchange glances. You feel them having a wordless conversation, something only the closest of people can do.

You hate the way jealousy flares in your gut.

Steve lays down, pulling you on top of him, your chests flush against one another as Bucky gets behind you. His heavy cock rests between your cheeks, he ruts against you like an animal in heat, rubbing the precum into your already sweaty skin. Steve nibbles your chin, smiling.

“You ready for us, beautiful?”

“Yes,” you breathe out and whimper when you feel Bucky’s nails raking across your back. They’re teasing you.

“You sure you can take us both darling? We aren’t exactly…small, if you know what I mean,”

You’re on the verge of tears, your cunt throbbing painfully. Your heart sinks into your chest.

“Please– Please give me your cocks,” you beg, figuring this is what they want. “I need you both to fuck me or else I’m going to go insane,”

“Shit,” Steve gasps, cock nudging your entrance. “Such a filthy mouth for such a pretty thing,”

“She’s something, indeed,” Bucky continues, he lays a soft kiss between your shoulder blades. “Since you asked so kindly, we might as well give you what you want. Or we wouldn’t really be gentlemen now, would we?”

You want to say that nothing they’re currently doing would be considered “gentlemanly” but you swallow your pride and bury your face into the crook of Steve’s neck, inhaling his musky scent.

“Please,” you say again, whispering into his skin.

His fingers painfully digs into your hips, you imagine that he probably meant for this gesture to be soothing, but instead it screams nothing other than the need to possess you, which you’re happy for him to do.

It starts off slow. Steve slides into you easily, and it sounds like the air is being knocked out of his lungs.

“So wet for us,” he murmurs, peeling you out of his neck and pressing his lips against yours. He continues to speak between breaths. “How are you this wet already? Did his tongue feel that good, baby?”

“It did,”

Bucky growls at that, his own cock throbbing painfully as pours a generous amount of lube both on you and himself. He begins to fill you inch by inch. You can feel every curve, every vein of his cock. Parting away from Steve, you nuzzle the side of his face, sucking in a deep breath while Bucky goes in deeper and deeper.

When he has fully buried himself into you, his pelvis flushed against the curve of your ass, Steve’s eyes roll back, cock twitching deep inside your cunt. The three of you pant heavily, you feel so full, so satisfied. You can stay like this forever and have no idea how you’ll part from the two men later on.

“Can you feel me?” Bucky asks Steve, slightly pulling back his hips and pushing forward again. “She’s so tight,”

“I can,” Steve hisses, his chest trembling.

“Are you alright, little one? Does it hurt?”

“A-A bit but I’m okay,” you lick the salt off of his neck. “You guys can move now,”

For a moment you swear that you’re burning from the inside out. You have no idea how they manage it, but the way they thrust is like a tortuous dance. You’re brought to the edge on multiple occasions, and pulled away from it again and again. The two men play with each other through you, both of them a slave for another and you’re in the middle of it all, being pulled to one edge from another. Bucky’s movements are calculated, his pacing slow, yet hard. With each grind of his hips, he makes sure that both you and Steve feel his fat cock piercing through you. Meanwhile Steve is more feral, much like an animal, he fucks into you nice and hard, not really caring anything other then yours and Bucky’s pleasure. It’s freeing. You know no matter how they play with you, you’re going to be taken care of.

Bucky’s lips trail down your back, squeezing your ass while Steve pushes you up and devours your tits. He draws a stiff nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling and teeth nipping at the sensitive nip. You scream out both of their names, your eyes squeezed shut as they use you. Your world is spinning, the pleasure mind-numbing and putting pressure on your neck.

“Where do you want us to cum, baby?”

Bucky groans, cock throbbing. “I-Inside–” you say without thinking. “Please– I wanna feel you both,”

Steve’s hand sneaks in between your sweaty, writhing bodies. His fingers rub at your clit, his thrusts becoming even more uncoordinated and desperate from before.

“You first,” he chokes out. “Cum for us,”

You have no idea when you became so eager to comply with his commands, but you do. You bite into his shoulder, a bright white light flashing behind your eyelids as you gush around them. Bucky stops completely while Steve continues to rams his hips up into yours. The man behind you makes an almost painful sound.

“Steve,” this is the first time you’ve heard Bucky whimpering out his name. “I need to cum, I want to cum– she’s squeezing me so tight– Fuck, tell me,”

Before you can understand what’s happening, Steve pushes both himself and you up from the bed. He crashes his lips into Bucky’s, the other moans into his mouth, between kisses you hear Steve muttering out a “cum” but you’re not sure. Hips staggering and stuttering as he spills into you. You feel it. Your head falls back onto Bucky’s shoulder, a moan ripping from your throat as the sensation of his cum pushes you into the brink of another orgasm.

Steve’s eyes roll back at the way you squeeze him, his balls and stomach tight from holding himself back. He can feel Bucky spilling into you. The way you squeeze around him is intoxicating, you moan his name, begging him for more. He’s not one to deny his lovers.

It takes him two more thrusts– After that he’s cumming in thick ropes. Filling your pretty pussy up as you cum a second time. He hears Bucky muttering a string of curse words, his cock still buried deep in your ass. As he pulls out, cum dribbles out from the corners of his softening cock. It takes him everything not to flip you back down onto the mattress and clean you up with his tongue, but he knows by the way you look at him that you might be dancing too close to the edge. Bucky follows suit, slowly pulling out and gently slapping your ass before heading to the bathroom.

“Fuck, Steve,” you say, voice laced with sleep as you both fall back down to the mattress. “That was amazing, I–”

“Shhh,” he says, rubbing your nape. “Don’t think about anything now, Bucky’s gonna clean you up now, then we can sleep,”

You nod, eyes fluttering closed.

“And we can talk in the morning,” Steve continues, smiling up to Bucky when he sees him returning with towels. Bucky smiles back, as he gets back on the bed. “You sleep now, sweetheart,”

“Okay,” you murmur.

If this is a dream, you don’t ever want to wake up from it.

~~~

It’s been a month since the three of you had found each other. You’re stacking books while your gaze peers outside, it’s a foggy day with not many people outside, except for the familiar shadow of your stalker. Placing the book down, you don’t realize your fingers are in the middle of two books, when you slam it down it hurts and you bite the inside of your cheek hard enough to draw blood.

“Hey, are you alright? What’s happening?”

It’s Bucky, it’s always him. He’d told you about his odd ability to read aura’s, you were becoming quite good in hiding your emotions even from him but it seemed like today wasn’t the day. Bucky reaches where you are, softly picking up your hand, he brings your fingers to his lips and kisses them.

“Sorry just got distracted,”

Steve follows, he looks outside, which makes you sweat.

“Who is it?” Bucky asks.

“No sure,” Steve mutters, sliding his glasses up, his gaze flickering to meet yours. “You’re not telling us something. I noticed it you know, how you nervously look around whenever we’re out, or when we’re at your apartment, or even here,”

Bucky protectively pulls you closer to him, his eyebrows are raised with surprise. Apparently Steve had kept that observation to himself.

“Is that true?” Bucky breathes. “Is there someone following you?”

“It’s nothing serious,” you try to ease them both, but by the way they’re looking at you, you know it would be impossible to distract them. You sigh, nostrils flaring. “It’s my ex…James. He hasn’t left me alone since we broke up,”

“Have you told the cops?” Steve steps between you and the display glass.

“I have, there’s a court hearing in place, I asked for a restraining order. It’s likely that I’ll get it but it seems to be taking longer than I initially anticipated,”

“Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” you feel Bucky’s lips tracing the column of your neck, you press into him.

“I didn’t want to worry you. I didn’t want to mess this up,”

“You could never mess this up and you should better to hide such a big thing away from us,”

The next thing you feel is Steve’s lips pressing against yours; It’s rough, possessive, angry. A feeling you’ve never felt from him before. Bucky’s a rock behind you, his own hands traveling across your body, squeezing and pinching every patch of skin. Steve licks the inside of your mouth and you let out a moan. Your body burns for them. The fog is thick outside, no one to enter the cozy shop, the two men pull you towards the back, where there’s a small rug and lay you down.

When Steve’s inside you it’s a beautiful feeling. It’s warm, safe and pleasurable. He fucks himself into you with long, languid thrusts while Bucky devours the rest of your body with his mouth. You feel his tongue on your breasts, neck, mouth, even ears. He takes the opportunity to play with you as Steve takes out his frustration of not knowing the dire situation you were in. He’s angry at himself. It’s not enough that he makes you come once, he needs to feel your cunt pulsing around him again and again. Bucky helps, his fingers moving around your clit with expertise. Slick runs down your thighs and soaks the carpet. The scent of books mixes with the musk of your many orgasms.

Steve comes soon after, his seed warm deep inside you. Pulling out, he replaces his cock with tongue. He pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you, you feel yourself crying, throat hoarse from crying out both of their names. Bucky licks the tear streaks, and moves to push Steve away. The flames of feeling powerless still raking across his skin, Steve comes up to kiss you. His lips are tender, tasting of you and himself.

Bucky, hard and aching, doesn’t say a word as he cleans the both of you up. The three of you hold each other, it’s impossible to understand which limb belongs to who.

You’ve never felt emotion like this before. In that moment you understand that you belong to them.

And they belong to you.

~~~

“Fuck, what happened to you two?”

It’s late. It’s so late that Bucky shouldn’t even be up. Especially since he has to open up the shop first thing in the morning, but of course sleep eludes him entirely and he ends up scrolling through a magazine about greek sculpture “the archaic period”. He has no idea when he got it. He probably brought it in from the bookstore for further inspection. Supposedly you and Steve were supposed to be back hours ago, only leaving for a brief grocery shopping. Sleep slowly comes crawling back at about the fifth page of his magazine, that is until the apartment door busts open. He jumps, then relaxes when he sees that it’s only you and Steve– But panic comes rushing back with full force when he notices your heavy breathing and Steve’s blood soaked white button-up shirt, his glasses fogged up with the heat inside.

Bucky throws the magazine onto the coffee table, making a straight line to you and Steve. Before he can wrap an arm around you to help you up, he’s stopped by you raising a hand. He raises an eyebrow to that, eyes flickering to Steve who looks exhausted.

“It’s nothing serious,” Steve says, his lips slightly curling up which makes Bucky believe him. “We just ran into her ex and I had a little…chat with him,”

“Ran into her ex? Wait, you mean James?” Bucky shakes his head, eyes scrunching close while he tries to understand. “Can one of you speak clearly, what happened?”

“He was stalking me as always…” you swallow, clearly still shaken up from the experience. “I wanted to leave but Steve…He got angry,”

You voice out finally, Bucky notes the way you sound defeated. Worry coils around him, squeezing him tight and emptying his lungs of air. He ushers them both to the couch, still not touching you since it seemed like you didn’t want that. From your aura he has a mild understanding of what you’re feeling, you seem scared, worried, but also happy. Bucky disappears into the kitchen figuring that both of you needed water.

When he comes back with two fresh glasses of H2O, your head is pressed snugly on top of Steve’s shoulder. Skin glistening with a sheer coat of sweat. The way you’re still breathing heavily worries him. Your brows knit together, you almost look like you’re in pain. Steve’s staring at the coffee table, his lips moving slightly as he reads the title of the magazine, then he hears Bucky making his way towards them and his eyes flicker to meet his.

“How’s the magazine?”

“I don’t think that’s where your focus should be,” he grumbles sitting next to you. Bucky places one glass in front of Steve and presses the rim of the other to your lips. You shiver and shake your head. “Come on, you need to drink something– What happened to her?”

The question is directed at Steve.

“We got into a fight. I think she was expecting me to get hurt because I’m old and gray,” he chuckles, slightly shaking you. “But I proved her wrong, didn’t I honey?”

“Yeah,” you finally crack a smile. “I guess James won’t be following me for a while. Finally…”

Bucky can’t help but still feel worried. He’s glad that Steve thought that moron a lesson, but still, he could’ve gotten hurt. His gaze drops to Steve’s lap, who infuriatingly notices his sudden emotional withdrawal. Steve swiftly leans over and touches Bucky’s chin lightly with his knuckles, pulling his gaze up.

“I’m okay, don’t worry. You know it takes a lot more to knock me out,”

Bucky feels his cheeks heating up, a dust of pink coloring his skin. Your hand finds its way to his thigh, squeezing gently.

“I’m sorry, It’s all my fault,” you whisper.

Suddenly your chest heaves, Bucky can’t help but watch the movement like a hawk. Your shirt is dirty, the hem of it ripped and tattered, but he also notices two small wet patches right above where your nipples are supposed to be. His eyebrows raise, disappearing under his curls. Steve’s thumb moves across Bucky’s jawline, drawing his attention back to him.

“Is she lactating?” Bucky asks and Steve follows his gaze, seeing the wet patches for the first time. “How’s that even possible?”

“What?” you look down your shirt, cheeks warm as you see that he was right. “I’m not pregnant, I don’t think at least, maybe it’s because of the meds I’m taking?”

Bucky blinks before answering, he’s deadpanned, mouth dry as a desert.

“Medicine can do that?”

Steve blinks, “Should we take her to the hospital?”

“No, no it’s probably fine.” you shake your head. “Let’s just rest for a bit,”

Bucky’s lips round up into an okay. His eyes flicker back to the stains, they’re bigger now. It feels like puzzle pieces coming together as he realizes what those wet spots are. He hears the blood rush in his ears, cock twitching with interest. For a brief moment he feels guilt for being turned by something so odd. You huff out an embarrassed sigh, looking at Steve before turning your gaze back to Bucky, your eyes softening immediately.

“Don’t worry I’m fine. It’s just– It kinda…hurts,” your teeth gnaw your bottom lip raw, it takes him everything not to lean and give it a soothing lick. “It’s like the week before my period. My nipples get all stiff and sore, but this is like… ten times worse,”

“Maybe we should…massage them?” Steve offers, that usually did help during your pms. “But it’s up to you, baby,”

Seeing how flustered you are, Bucky reaches out, thumbing your bottom lip away from your sharp teeth and lovingly stroking the soft muscle. Your eyelids flutter for him beautifully, a blissful sigh escaping your lips.

“W-We should,” you inhale a shaky breath, Bucky smiles. “Sucking m-might help and well, massaging,”

“Alright then,” Steve mutters. He leans into your personal space, lips tracing the column of your neck as he continues to speak. “We should do what makes you feel best,”

Bucky’s ashamed of how quickly he becomes hard. Uncomfortable, he shifts in his seat. He’s wearing sweatpants, so there isn’t much he can do to hide it. Mind racing, he covers his mouth with his hand, scratching his cheek, an unconscious thing he did just because. Steve’s eyes sparkle at his reaction, his blue eyes a shade darker when his gaze rakes across Bucky’s broad frame, seeing the bulge hiding underneath the thin layer of fabric.

“We don’t have to do it,” you say, oblivious to Bucky’s situation. “I don’t want to cause you guys any trouble,”

“You’re not causing trouble, on the contrary, we would love to help,”

Bucky closes his eyes. He feels strained by the purr of Steve’s voice, his neck clenching and unclenching as he tries to not focus on your leaking nipples. Without thinking he licks the inside of his palm, imagining it was your sweet tasting milk instead– He still can’t believe it.

He’s rudely brought back from his day dreaming when Steve cups Bucky’s aching erection, gently squeezing his cock from above his sweatpants. Bucky makes a choked out sound, hand falling as his eyes flutter open.

“Let’s help our little lady out,” Steve smiles.

“Let’s,”

“Guys, please…”

The desperation in your voice causes both men to turn to you, both of them looking at you worried. Your head falls back and you lift your shirt up with trembling hands.

Bucky’s mouth waters at the sight; your breasts are swollen, nipples erect and leaking. He knows that your breasts tend to get bigger about a week before your period but never this much. Your lips part with a groan, his eyes flickering up to meet yours. You’re looking down at your nips, something between pain and arousal written across your face.

“Just do it– Please,”

It takes only a second. A second for them to pick up their jaws from the floor and attach themselves to your aching nips. Bucky feels Steve’s cheekbones against his cheek while darting his tongue out to draw a nipple into his mouth. A moan mixed with a sigh leaves your lips. His nose is completely buried into the soft flesh, sucking with fervor. Bucky’s eyes flutter closed, a groan trembling within his chest as the sweet milk coats his tongue. The taste tingles his taste buds awake. It tastes like cantaloupe juice. His cock painfully hard in the confinements of his sweats. He feels your fingers scratching against his scalp, tugging him closer. Without even thinking he thrusts his hips, a spike of pleasure ringing up his spine with the almost to-non friction.

“Fuck–” Steve’s voice comes from right next to Bucky’s ear. He sounds very similar to when Bucky fucks into him, a slurp follows. “You taste so good?”

“Really?” you breathe out.

Bucky looks up with his lips still wrapped around your pebbled nipple, he gives it a hard suck, purposefully moaning loud around the flesh. He notices the way your back curves, pushing more of yourself into their mouths. You close your eyes, chest heaving as the two of them sucks on your tits.

“Yes, baby– Tastes amazing,” Bucky slurs. “Does it feel better?”

You nod shakily, nails scratching both his and Steve’s scalp. “More,” you choke out. “Squeeze them,”

Bucky’s eyes flicker to Steve. The other man pulls his mouth back, lips parting from you momentarily and Bucky sees your nipple glistening with spit. Steve massages your breast, beads of milk show up at the tip, leaking down the curve of the plump flesh. Bucky feels something feral awakening inside of him as Steve leans and catches the drop with the tip of his pink tongue, licking a stripe up to your nipple, he sucks again.

Eyes nearly rolling back, Bucky cups himself from over the fabric. He’s pretty sure if he looks down he’ll see a wet patch of his own. He rounds his mouth, licking your nipple back between his lips. His hand comes around the roundness of your tit and starts to massage it as well, his heart hammering in his chest as more milk squirts into his mouth.

Your whimpers and moans and pleas are driving him mad. He can’t help the way his hand sneaks under the waistband of his sweatpants, can’t help it when he begins to fist himself, sucking you harder and pressing the flat of his tongue against your leaking nipple.

He’s minutes to making a mess in his sweat before Steve stops him, curling his thick fingers around his wrist.

Bucky whines, hips stuttering forward, he doesn’t stop licking you, the taste of you soothing his nerves. You tug on his soft curls, another whine escapes his throat but he obliges, letting go of your swollen nip and looking up to you with a shameful gaze.

“Sorry,” he rasps. “Didn’t mean to get carried away,”

His heart flutters when you smile down at him, you seem better now, your breathing even and tits looking smaller.

“You misunderstand, baby boy,” Steve’s soft voice urges him to look at him instead, confusion written in his eyes. “I just thought of something even better,”

You cut in before he can finish.

“Bucky,” you say softly, his gaze snapping up to meet yours. For a moment he forgot all about his fingers wrapped around his cock. “Would you like to fuck my tits?”

“God– Yes baby girl, I would fucking love that,”

Normally, being the voice of reason, Bucky would urge everyone to head to the bedroom where there’s a perfectly comfortable bed to lay in– but not now, not today. All clothing is cast aside. All his reason is swallowed deep down by his lust. He straddles your chest as Steve acts as a pillow underneath your head, which sprinkles Bucky with a bit of relief. At least you won’t be entirely uncomfortable. He swallows thick as his pulsing cock rests between your swollen breasts, you’re still leaking, wet streaks glistening all the way to your lower abdomen. Steve slowly curls his fingers around your throat, slightly tilting your head up so you would face him. Bucky wets his lips when you part your lips, tongue out, Steve leans in to kiss you. A drop of precum heavily falls to your chest, his cock twitching.

You moan into the kiss, eyes dropping to meet Bucky’s. Steve’s fingers dance across the frame of your jaw, hooking his thumb into the side of your mouth.

“What are you waiting for?” Steve smiles, despite what his tone might suggest, he’s smiling. “Don’t keep her waiting, Buck,”

“Yeah yeah–” As if waking up from a trance Bucky blinks. “This…won’t hurt will it?”

“No Bucky– Please–”

He can’t deny you for long.

Bucky pushes your tits together, the width of his cock disappearing between the pillowy mounds. He experimentally thrusts forward– The pleasure he feels is sudden, like needles sticking into his skin and awakening him. He hisses between clenched teeth, he’s somewhat aware that Steve’s fucking your mouth with his fingers, eliciting sweet muffled groans from you but he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from your bosom. He pushes his thumbs into your nipples, more fluid bursting from the sensitive nubs as he rolls his hips a second time, then a third, then a forth–

He knows he’s not going to last. His balls are already tight, the tip of his cock crowning between your tits and touching your chin, a string of precum stretching each time he pulls back his hips. Whining, you pull away from Steve’s fingers and tilt your head down. He feels light headed as you poke out your tongue, sucking on the tip of his cock every time he slams his hips forward.

“You two look so good,” Steve groans, reaching out and squeezing your tits. “Fuck– you ‘bout to cum Bucky?”

“Y-Yeah,” his chest heaves, hips stuttering. “Wanna cum all over her perfect tits–”

You moan when the head of his cock touches your tongue, eyes rolling back. A smug smirk stretching cat-like across his face, Bucky speeds up. His cock is throbbing constantly now, the pressure of sliding between your breasts starting to get the better of it. However, he doesn’t expect Steve to reach forward, pushing his hand between your bodies and cupping his balls. He rolls them between his fingers, grinning as Bucky’s lips part wide with a wanton moan. Beads of sweat slid down his tail bone, his breath choked out. His balls tighten within Steve’s grip and thick ropes of cum shoots from the tip, making a mess of your chest and face. Bucky’s head falls back, whimpering and moaning while continuing to rock his hips. It doesn’t stop. He feels like a teenager at the way he cums endlessly, cock twitching and throbbing.

When he’s finally done he looks down at you, chest rattling with hitched breaths. You look completely dazed, moaning around Steve’s fingers once again as he feeds you his cum. Bucky nearly gets hard again, his gut swirling with arousal. He leans down, cupping both your breasts and kneading them as he presses his lips against yours. His tongue swirls around Steve’s fingers, licks the inside of your mouth, groaning into it when he tastes himself. Bucky breaks the kiss when he feels the wetness growing between his palms, sliding down your body he closes his lips around your nipple again, drinking as if he hasn’t had water for five thousand years. His cock slowly hardening again with your moans gradually becoming louder.

Steve sighs, fingers pushing back Bukcy’s hair, “We should probably talk about what might have caused this tomorrow morning,”

The morning you’re feeling a bit off, your PMS in full force as you stir uncomfortably on top of the bed. Steve pulls you close, the warmth of his hands right above your stomach, stroking lovingly.

“Good morning,” he slurs. “How are you feeling?”

“I don’t know,” you groan, Bucky kisses your clavicle and you shudder. “I think I’m going to get my period soon,”

“Care package time,” Bucky says, lips moving against your skin.

“It’s your turn Buck,”

“I know, I know,” he yawns, stretching before getting out of bed. “See you guys in a bit,”

It doesn’t take Steve long for him to start touching you after Bucky leaves, the door closing with a gentle thud. His hands travel down your warm body. Steve hums as he swirls his fingers around your clit before dipping inside you, feeling the last of his release from last night still coating you.

“Still wet,” he murmurs, crooking his finger forward, dragging a sigh from you. You can already feel a familiar tug pulling in your core, his touch firm as he slips a second finger in, scissoring you open with care. His lips find your cheek, a messy kiss pressed to it, barely a distraction from the rhythmic movement of his fingers.

“Steve,” you mewl, trying and failing to keep your voice below a whisper.

Patient as always, he shushes you sweetly, his other arm shifting beneath you until his large hand is cupping your jaw, tilting your face back and allowing him to kiss you fully on the lips. It’s the perfection distraction, the whine you release when his fingers pull out of you stolen by the heavy sweep of his tongue in your mouth.

The taste of stale morning breath has never been better as you continue to kiss, a lazy press of lips and tongues, low groans traded back and forth as Steve pulls your top leg back and over his hip, giving him room to slip his hard length inside you. It’s not a perfect fit from this angle, but it’s enough to have you arching into him, arousal dripping out and around his thick cock.

His movements are small, barely there thrusts of his hips that still send stars bursting behind your eyelids. It’s more than slow, legs tangled and hands grasping, sheets kicked away, allowing the sunlight to find your bare skin.

Normally, he takes his time with you, ensuring you feel every snap of his hips, each dig of his fingers, pounding into you with a ferocious stamina. He tugs and twists and wrings every ounce of pleasure from you, until the only word left inside your heart is his name. He lets his mouth run away from him, drunk off the feeling of fucking you, every dirty thought he’s ever had groaned into your ear.

But in the morning, he moves gingerly, the sunrise tempering his thrusts and stealing his voice. He pulls you close, and moves inside you, a gentle grind of his hips that fan the flames of your pleasure, but somehow keeping you on the very edge of languid.

You move together softly, little gasps and hushed moans breathed into each other as you cling helplessly to the moment. The end is looming close, both of you still feeling the effects of last night tingling at the edge of your arousal. And before you know it, your release is blooming, liquid heat seeping down your spine and pulling your muscles taut. Steve isn’t far behind, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, his cock twitching inside you as he fills you up with his cum.

You do not, cannot move, your heart ragged and stuttering inside your chest. Steve eases you through it, hands tracing the curves of your breasts, lips soothing at the mark his teeth surely left behind. It’s minutes later when he finally speaks, voice still low, though not with sleep.

“I leave you alone for two second–”

Bucky might sound like he's scolding you two but he’s smiling. Steve affectionately kisses the back of your shoulder, his cock softening inside of you. His fingers draw slow circles around your stomach.

“I love you,” he whispers.

Bucky sits back down on the bed, but instead of handing you your usual period care package, he hands you a pregnancy test.

“Just a feeling,” he mumbles softly.

You smile and take it, knowing that whatever happens, they have you. Now and forever.

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What we left behind.

Pairings: Natasha x you

Words: 2053

Warnings: talk of death. Vormir. Guns

Summary: Natasha was gone. At least, that's what you'd been told. She’d sacrificed herself; died to save everyone else, to bring back her family. If that was really the case, then who was at your front door?

The familiar sensation of a tear streaming down the side of your face breaks you from your thoughts as you stare up at the whirring blades of the fan. The wetness tickles your skin, but you couldn’t quite find it in you to wipe it away.

It had been nearly six months now since you’d lost your girlfriend, and that same old numbness still remains. It sits heavily on your chest like a blanket, except, this blanket wasn’t at all comforting. It was suffocating; restricting every single movement you make like a straight jacket.

The only thing you seem to know how to do anymore is cry, and even then they were pitiful tears, barely enough to warrant actual cries. It was almost as though you’d cried so much that all of your tears had simply run out. You’d all dried up.

Your eyes flicker almost subconsciously around the room. The only light came from a slit between the curtains at the window, the feeble brightness barely enough for you to make out anything other than the fine dust littering every surface. The sight of it brings you back to the last time you’d cleaned. It was over five months ago low, the day Natasha was supposed to come home.

Through the blip, neither you or Natasha had managed to find it in you to really keep your shared apartment tidy. You didn’t see the point, and Natasha just simply didn’t have the time. She was too busy with being team leader to what was left of the avengers.

But that had all changed when the plan of her going to vormir with Clint was put into action. She’d bring Yelena back with her, her mom and dad, and you’d share the first dinner in over five years with your girlfriend and family.

But then Clint had arrived back alone with the soul stone in hand, and a deep sense of unease had held you rigid until he’d shaken his head telling you she wasn’t coming back. That was when your whole world had fallen apart right in front of you.

You remember not being able to breath. You remember crying so hard you had physically made yourself sick. You remember the arms that had tried to wrap around you, and you remembered pushing them away in disgust. They weren’t Natasha’s arms. They weren’t allowed to touch you.

You remember leaving the compound and making your way back home to the empty, clean apartment you’d spent so long making perfect for her.

You remember the feeling of dread that had settled unceremoniously into your stomach. It remains there to this day as a constant reminder of what you’d lost. You remember everything about that day so vividly you want to erase it from your mind forever.

But you couldn’t.

Natasha was gone. She’d made her choice, and now you had to find a way to live with it no matter how badly it hurt to try.

*

And try you did. You woke up everyday despite never wanting to be conscious again. You went to work and pretended like seeing everyone was a blessing when in actual fact they brought you pain. You even managed to befriend Yelena, one of the hardest things you’d ever had to do.

She was a constant reminder of Natasha, and it was hard to differentiate the two in your deep stage of grief. You were sure you weren’t easy to be around for her either, but together you somehow managed to level one another out. It wasn’t perfect, and most days you fought like cats and dogs, but you were all each other had so you’d learnt to make it work.

It was on a normal Tuesday did all of that change.

There was a knock at your front door, the strength behind it both hesitant and wary. That, and the fact you weren’t expecting anyone raises the fine hairs on the back of her neck, and as grab your gun from it’s place in the locked drawer, you try your best to shake of the fear that had suddenly begun to run though you. Safety off and finger on the trigger, you reach forward and grasp the door handle before cautiously pulling open the door.

Absolutely nothing could have prepared you for the sight that greets you on the other side. You stand there, body rigid; trembling in complete and utter terror as your eyes burn with the familiar sensation of tears. It was her face. Her hair. Her clothes, her body. But it couldn’t be. She was dead. She died.

This wasn’t her, no matter how badly you wanted it to be.

An immediate feeling of dread creeps up from the pit of your stomach, and your pulse beats in your ears so loudly it blocks out all other sound. You go to raise your gun; because how dare this person torture you by pretending to be the love of your life -but raised hands promptly stop you in your tracks. You look at her, eyes wet with unshed tears desperate to fall.

She eyes you cautiously as she takes a small step closer, hands still either side of her head. “It’s me.” She seems to desperately plead, and at the sound of her voice, you feel the tightness in your throat grow a tenfold. It was her voice. This person had her voice too.

You try to say something; anything, but when you open your mouth, you come to find that even words had deserted you. It leaves you to release a choked sob despite your best efforts to stifle it, and you press your lips together in a futile attempt to prevent another from escaping as you tighten your grasp around the gun.

Your hands were noticeably trembling and unsteady, but the implication was there. You weren’t afraid to pull the trigger, and this person had to know that.

“P-prove it.” You somehow manage to choke out, and she nods, her throat bobbing as she looks away for just a second before speaking. You hate that your stomach clenches at the sight of the tears in her eyes.

Natasha used to show her emotions so rarely that each time she even came close to shedding a tear it would break your heart.

“We met just after my defection to shield. We didn’t like each other at first, because you thought I was too stubborn and hardheaded and I thought you were a self centred know it all.” She starts, and you hate the hope that begins to build in your stomach.

You were forced to remind yourself that this wasn’t hidden information. If you were around back then, you would know that Natasha and yourself never used to get along.

She seems to know this, because after a short moment, she continues. “You hate chocolate. The one time I got it for you for Valentine’s Day you waited until I was out of sight to give it to Peter. You hate the movie Up because it makes you cry. My sweater, the black one with the zip is your favourite because it’s oversized and smells like me. You…you used to wear it when I went on missions because it made you feel close. You used to sleep on my side of the bed when I wasn’t there because my pillow smells like my perfume,” she chuckles slightly as she uses one of her raised hands to wipe away the single tear that manages to spill down her cheek.

By now, you could feel your guard beginning to drop. Nobody knew this stuff. Nobody but Natasha. But it couldn’t be her. She was gone. It was a soul for a soul and she was the sacrifice. There was no other choice. She was dead. She was gone…wasn’t she?

“You think coffee is gross,” she continues, seemingly under the impression that you still weren’t convinced. “But you still kiss me even when I drink it. You call it the ultimate sacrifice.” At that part, your lips quirk up at the corners. It was an inside joke when you’d first gotten together. She’d make fun if you for not liking coffee and you’d kiss her just to shut her up.

“It’s our five year anniversary in two months. I was going to propose. I bought the ring and it’s in my underwear drawer underneath my socks. I wanted to spent the rest of my life with you, but then thanos…”

You drop the gun to the floor with a loud clatter and all but throw yourself against her body. Hesitant arms move from their raised position to settle gently around your waist, and you feel the tip of her cold nose nudge against the skin of your neck as she pulls you close to her.

“It’s you,” you choke out as you tightly fist the material of her jacket in your hands. You feel her nod against you, her hands fighting to grab purchase of any part of your body they could. She was shaking almost violently in your hold, whether that be from the cold or something else entirely. It forces you to tighten your grip around her, your hand rising to cup the back of her head.

“It’s me.” She whispers, voice trembling with emotion, “it’s me.”

*

You don’t know how long you remain in the threshold of the front door holding on to one another. It could have been seconds. Minutes. Hours. All you knew is that you never wanted to let go.

You never thought you’d get to hold her again. Feel the weight of her body in your arms and take in her intoxicating smell that had once brought you so much comfort. She was everything and you wanted to remain in this moment, right here, right now, for the rest of your life.

“Let’s…” you swallow heavily as you reluctantly pull her away from you and bring your hands up to cup her cheeks. Your thumb trails softly over the skin; just as soft as you remembered despite the tears staining it. “Let’s go inside, okay?” You whisper with a tender smile, and Natasha nods as she gently grasps your wrists in her hands.

Her wary eyes flicker down to your lips, and your smile becomes a little more genuine as you lean forward and place them tenderly against her own. They were warm, and soft; a feeling you’d missed dearly.

She gasps softly at the sensation of your lips against her own as her hands move from your wrists and down your back until they come to rest on either side of your waist. Her touch litters your skin with goosebumps, the caress of her hands on you for the first time in months an indescribable feeling.

Her bottom lip slots perfectly in between your own, an action that lingers as you trace the tip of your thumb over her jawline before reluctantly pulling away and resting her forehead against her own.

Her soft breath hits your lips as she clings to the shirt either side of your waist, and you feel your eyes fill with tears all over again as you pull her body into your own before closing the door behind her. Now that you were encased in the privacy of your own home, you watch as Natasha finally allows herself to break.

It starts off small. Quiet, hitched breaths as her unfocused eyes fill with tears. But then slowly, gradually, it gets bigger. Her chest heaves, her breathing intensifies, and she lets out a loud, unstifled sob as she falls defeatedly into your arms. Your own bottom lip trembles as you pull her body flush against your own, hands slipping beneath her jacket to desperately clutch at her shirt.

You were desperate to feel her skin against your own.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you. You’re okay.” You attempt to sooth, knowing no words would ever be good enough but desperate to try. “You’re back. You’re safe, and I love you. More than you could ever imagine.”

**

Part 2?

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Flufftober Day 4 | Perfect coincidence

Pairing | Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Civilian!Female!Reader

Word count | 1.4K

Summary | You find yourself in the middle of a rainstorm and seek refuge in a warm-looking coffee shop. When there's only one table left, you share it with a handsome stranger who introduces himself as Bucky Barnes and his fluffy white cat, Alpine. What started as one of the worst days quickly turned into one of the best.

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. The reader gets caught in the rain, use of a nickname (doll), Alpine is smuggled into the coffee shop, and the fluff is amped up to 11 on this one, like tooth-rotting fluff.

Prompt(s) | Alt 10. Have your characters share the last table at a café.

A/n | This one shot is written for day 4 of @flufftober 2023. This idea immediately came to mind when I saw this prompt, and I couldn't wait to start this one! I hope you will all enjoy it as much as I did when writing it 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🧡

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Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist | Flufftober Masterlist

It is a rainy day in the middle of October, and you accidentally forgot your umbrella at home. This morning, the weather was wonderful; the sun even appeared, but you should have known it would be too good to be true.

So here you are, in a thin outfit, soaked through your jacket, hair completely drenched, and cold beyond belief. It's good that you've found a coffee shop that looks warm and inviting so you can warm up a little bit.

As soon as you've crossed the street and made your way to the door of the coffee shop, you see that it is almost full, but you head in regardless. If you stay outside any longer, you're afraid the cold might permanently seep into your bones.

Your fingers are entirely frozen by now, and all feeling left them a while ago, so opening the door was a little more complicated than usual, but you managed regardless.

When the door swings open, you're greeted by lots of chatter and laughter, the coffee machines making all kinds of noises, the smell of freshly baked pastries, and some soft music in the background. You let the door fall shut behind you, and the atmosphere wraps itself around you like a warm blanket as if you're coming home.

You look around you and take in all the different kinds of people in the coffee shop. Some are working on their laptops, headphones on and in their own world, others are having lively conversations, and then a few are reading their book.

After a few short moments, you walk towards the small line of people at the counter, standing behind the last person and trying to decide what you'll have as you look up at the menu.

''What can I get for you today?'' the lady behind the counter asks, and you give her your order for a hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and a cinnamon roll before she takes your name and writes it on the cup.

''It'll be right with you,'' she says after you've gotten your change from her, and you move to the part of the counter where you can pick up your drink. You grab your phone out of your bag quickly to see what time it is, and much to your surprise, it's only 1 PM.

When your name is called, you return your phone and thank the lady before picking up your cup of hot chocolate and warm cinnamon roll. You spot a table, and when you're walking over, you arrive at the same time as someone else.

''Shall we share this table, Doll? It appears to be the only one left,'' the man said in a deep voice, and hearing it immediately warms you from the inside out. And the nickname, that is truly what got you.

''Yeah, I'd love to,'' you say as you move towards the wooden chair, not wanting to ruin the beautiful couch with your wet clothing. You place your cup and pastry on the table before taking off your bag and jacket, hanging them over the back, and sitting down.

''I'm sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself; how rude of me,'' the man says, extending a gloved hand, but you don't question it for even a second. Especially since you already know who the man across from you is.

''Sergeant James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky. And this girl-'' he fishes a cat out of the inner pocket after shaking your hand and puts her on the table ''-is Alpine!''

After you tell him your name, you focus on Alpine for a bit, and you tell Bucky about how you used to have a cat that looked just like her when you were growing up.

''I know it's silly, but I really wanted to name her Snowball, so I did. But Alpine is a gorgeous name! May I ask where you got her?'' you ask, and Alpine happily bumps her head against your hand, letting you know she wants more attention.

''I was looking for a cat to adopt in a local shelter because a friend told me how cats work well with people with PTSD. So I went there, and I saw little miss Alpine over here, and it was love at first sight,'' he says, a big smile on his face as he talks about her.

She jumps into your lap, although you're clothes are still soaked, and makes a little cat donut while spinning, slowly falling asleep and taking a pleasant and comfortable nap there.

''So, how did you end up on this side of town? I don't think I've ever seen you around here before,'' he says as he sips his coffee, and you do the same with your hot chocolate.

''You got a little…'' he says as he takes his glove off his right hand and reaches over to you. When his flesh fingers touch your lip, wiping the hot chocolate away as he stares into your eyes, the moment feels much more intimate than it probably should.

''I-I'm sorry,'' he says before quickly pulling his hand back, a red color sporting his cheeks, and he looks at his coffee cup, suddenly unsure what to do with himself.

''It's okay, I don't mind,'' you say in a soft but reassuring voice, and a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he looks up at you through his lashes.

''As I was going to say, I recently moved to this side of town. I used to live in New Jersey, but I figured it was time for a change, and this looked like a beautiful neighborhood. It would appear I was right,'' you say as you look at him and extend your hand, needing to feel his warm skin around your cold hand.

The afternoon was spent chatting and getting to know each other better until it was finally time to go home because the coffee shop was closing for the day. You completely forgot to eat your cinnamon roll.

''Excuse me, could you maybe wrap this up for me to go?'' you ask the lady behind the counter, and she happily does as Bucky puts Alpine back into his inner pocket.

''C'mon, let us walk you home. We can use my umbrella,'' he says as he shows you a dark blue umbrella, and you gladly accept before walking out the door. He immediately opens it, and you hook your arm through his extended one, letting your other hand rest on his bicep as you walk through the rain.

''I feel so stupid for leaving mine at home,'' you say as you rest your head against Bucky's shoulder. ''But if I did bring it, I never would have met you, so I guess that's the good thing about me forgetting it,'' you chuckle, and Bucky couldn't agree more.

When you arrive at your apartment complex, he walks you to your front door, not wanting to say goodbye yet. He's still trying to find the courage to ask you out on an actual date, and he realizes time is running out now.

He clears his throat when you let go of his arm to search for your keys.

''Doll? Would you maybe- if you want to-, you can say no if you want-'' he stumbles over his words, but you look up at him expectantly. He rubs the back of his neck as he composes himself.

''Would you want to go out for dinner? I had a lot of fun this afternoon, and I'd love to get to know you better,'' he asks, and the smile on your face melts every worry away.

''I would love to; let me give you my number,'' you say. He unlocks his phone so you can put it in there. When you hand it back, you stand on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek softly as a goodbye.

''Goodbye, Bucky. It was great to meet you,'' you say as you unlock your door and walk in, and he stands there like a teenage boy with a crush. The smile on his face is not leaving, even when he's back at the Compound and he runs into Steve.

''Where have you been all afternoon? It's not like you to be gone for so long,'' his best friend asks, and that's when Bucky tells him about his afternoon.

The beautiful woman he met at the coffee shop, the way Alpine cuddled into her lap, and how the conversation never seemed dull, and you two still weren't done talking by the time you were dropped off at home.

''And the best of all is that I'll be seeing her again soon,'' Bucky says, that same big smile appearing on his face, and Steve's happy for him. After everything that's happened, you were the best thing that ever could have happened.

#flufftober 2023 #day 4 #MCU #bucky barnes #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fluff

[psychic-waffles]

who is that little gay boy in ur pfp because I love him

anon i am kissing you square on the mouth

he is my most favouritest sopping wet cat Yang Ze played by Ji Chen in L.O.R.D Critical World (2019) - an absolute nonsense (affectionate) chinese fantasy series that I truly could not explain if I tried and tend to just introduce to people by watching this clip cos that pretty much sets the tone

He's Hot! He's Gay! He's Traumatised!

He's a prince in hiding leading a rebel organisation and trying to avenge the deaths of his parents and save his country (which sometimes puts him at odds with the main character he's in love friends with) and he's handling all of that responsibility and conflict of interest Really Well™

he's pretty much always having the absolute worst time and spends a full half of the scenes he's in tearing up or full blown sobbing his eyes out

literally the only times he's happy is when he's with his boyfriend bestie who he swears brotherhood with whilst naked in a pool which they broke into and then nearly get caught in

also when his boyfriend bestie asks him to buy him dinner he responds by doing this - normal heterosexual behaviour

also he's just straight up beautiful and the only man in this drama who didn't have to wear a wig

he is fully the most compelling character in the show and I promise i'm not just saying that cos i'm biased

in conclusion, i love him

#i love him a normal amount #yang ze #l.o.r.d. critical world #lord critical world #asks #ji chen

[habken]

hey habs!! hope you’re having a great day

i was wondering what your thoughts are about the league? or if you have any at all. i’ve seen you draw dabi and shigaraki a few times, and i thought there was…… something?

sorry i’m huuuge shiggs fan and i really wanted to know what you think about him or any other character from the league maybe… (your doodles with shigaraki being adopted by inko are saved to my phone, locked with a password and when i look at them every now and then i suddenly feel like the world is a much better place for me. i hope you forgive me)

by the way i adore your art!!!!!! it keeps me going every day

thank you in advance!! have a blessed time of day

I love the league! Toga and shigaraki easily top ten characters for me in the series, same with spinner. The fan stuff people make where the lov is all happy and play video games together is very "avengers all live in the tower and get along" and I mean that in the most positive way, I love seeing things where they're bffs or living out the found family trope they deserve

Shigaraki specifically is like,, a poor wet cat left out in the rain to me. I want him to have a good ending so bad. I just have to live vicariously through my "inko adopts tenko and he is loved like he was deserved to be loved" which I really want to draw more of lol

#ask #heehee im glad you like my art have a good day

[thewidowsghost]

A Surprise Visitor (Kate x Romanoff!Reader)

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Kate Bishop fumbles the key to her girlfriend's apartment, finally managing to slip it into the lock.

Turning the key, Kate can't stop the smile spreading across her face as she steps through the door she'd just opened.

No, Kate didn't live with her girlfriend, but she loved having a key, so that Kate could surprise (Y/n) after work.

Kate enters the apartment, questioning the smell of macaroni and cheese.

"(Y/n)!" the young archer calls.

(Y/n) sticks her head out of the kitchen, smiling at the sight of her girlfriend.

"Katie!" (Y/n) smiles, leaving the kitchen to meet Kate in the living room. (Y/n) has to stretch up on her tip-toes to give Kate a kiss.

"Are you making macaroni?" Kate asks, taking another sniff of the cheesy smelling air.

"My sisters are coming over for dinner," (Y/n) replies. "You're welcome to stay. I'm also making a meatloaf and cornbread."

Kate's stomach grumbles and (Y/n) laughs.

"I think I'll stay," Kate says and (Y/n) beams.

Kate follows (Y/n) back into the kitchen, hopping onto the counter.

"And you're making cake?" Kate asks as (Y/n) returns to the mess of ingredients beside her stand mixer.

(Y/n) hums, glancing up at Kate. "I'm making a German chocolate cake."

(Y/n) pours the flour into the bowl, and Kate laughs as some of the powder sticks to (Y/n)'s eyebrow.

"Come here," Kate says, smiling widely.

(Y/n) obliged and Kate dusts the flour off (Y/n)'s face. (Y/n) smiles slightly, returning to her bowl.

Kate finds herself watching (Y/n) as the younger woman adds ingredients to her bowl.

There is a knock on the apartment door, and (Y/n) looks up at the door.

"Kate, honey, would you grab the door?" (Y/n) asks, the pet name slipping out of her mouth.

Kate flushes, sliding off the counter. She presses a kiss to (Y/n)'s temple before she walks towards the door.

Kate opens the door, allowing Natasha Romanoff and Yelena Belova to walk into the apartment.

"Hi," Kate smiles at the two Avengers, lowkey fangirling inside.

(Y/n) emerges from the kitchen to hug her sisters.

"Are you making macaroni?" are Yelena's first words.

(Y/n) laughs. "I know it's your favourite," she replies. Natasha looks comically betrayed before (Y/n) speaks again, "And I'm making a German chocolate cake."

Natasha's mouth closes in a comical 'clop.'

"So, who's this?" Yelena nods to Kate.

"This," (Y/n) lets her arm link with Kate's, "is my girlfriend, Kate."

Natasha and Yelena study the dark haired woman closely, as though inspecting the archer to tell whether she was good enough for their baby sister.

"Please don't kill her," (Y/n) unravels herself from Kate and makes her way back into the kitchen.

Kate, Yelena, and Natasha sit in the living room, and (Y/n) keeps peeking her head out to make sure her sisters hadn't killed her girlfriend.

"Kate, can you come help me?" she finally asks, and when Kate enters the kitchen, she almost laughs at the relieved look on her girlfriend's face.

"I thought it was over," Kate buries her face into (Y/n)'s shoulder and (Y/n) finally laughs.

"I'm sure they wouldn't have done anything with me here," (Y/n) says, her tone teasing. Kate pulls back, looking horrified.

"So I can never see them without you," Kate says firmly. "Or I'll die. Got it."

(Y/n) just laughs, turning back to her macaroni, where she layers some breadcrumbs and cheese over the macaroni and slides it into the oven.

Yelena hears (Y/n) say, "Can you please feed Liho?" and Kate hum her acknowledgement.

"I like her," Yelena comments and Natasha chuckles.

Kate pours some of the cat's food into his bowl, and adds a little bit of wet food to moisten the food.

The black cat streaks out from (Y/n)'s bedroom, and begins munching on his dinner.

Kate resumes her place perched on the edge of the counter, watching as (Y/n) finishes cooking dinner.

Word Count: 801 words

#natasha romanoff x sister reader #yelena belova x sister reader #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x fem reader #kate bishop x female reader

[rainbowchaox]

I’m happy Soulfire won not because they gamed well or whatever. I’m happy they avenged the wet cat Missa! WOOOOOO! Now Missa pspspspspsp I need you to get the team bolas slimecicle experience. It would be so fucking funny. I can hear the wet cat crying from here-

#qsmp #team soulfire #qsmp missa

[treeba-rk]

Everyone place your bets: who will bring treebark together again?

A: False. Puts em in boxes, obv finds whatever they have going on very funny. Tired of Ren s "no bitches" rants

B: Jono. Has popped up in Martyn s chat a few times lately, he HAS to know about the internet shipping his brother with that fucking wet cat right?

C: Smajor. Mcc organizer. Has in the past put em together for fanservice. Knows everything that goes on in the fandom. Gay

D: Timmy Solidarity. Local social butterfly. Close with several hermits and besties with Martyn

E: Grian. Next life series (so not anytime soon honestly). Kinda homophobic towards treebark specifically ngl but would bring em together for content and funsies (he would explode em)

F: Wolfeei. Blockwars organizer. Martyn is a blockwars participant. False has also played. False convinces Ren to sign up and they all end up in the same team. This would cater to me specifically lol

G: Other/s

Jono knowing about Treebark is painting a very funny image in my head likeeeee 😭😭😭 that’s his irl brother and the married man he keeps raiding helppp. And considering he’s doing commissions for some hermits, it’ll be funny as fuck if Ren/Martyn comes up in casual conversation with, let’s say, Grian.

At this point it’ll take a fucking irl meetup organised by like Grian for them to talk and none of fans will get anything except for one (1) Instagram photo.

I made a joke about next Life series being Grian going, “Welcome, to REN LIFE, a Life series specifically requested by Martyn to include Ren and features the two of them in a world” and they finally collab lol.

I’m actually kinda convinced Scott would put them together but I am also extremely convinced False and Ren would sign up together and Scott would honour that so there would be some balancing.

Anyways. It would take an Avengers Assemble version of the Treebark cinematic universe wingpeople and all of their efforts combined for anything to happen lol

#answered #ask box #treebark #trafficshipping

[obsessivevoidkitten]

I'm too shy and scared (might offend) to ask this without anon but...

Is it bad that I like girlcocks... like I don't mean to fetishize them just... they look so nice.

It's like girl with a strap on but she feels pleasure too while she rearrange and redecorate my guts and it just makes it all better because that way I know she very much enjoys it too. Like I want to cuddle a nice cute girl on our bed on a nice lazy afternoon wearing matching heart necklaces (that is totally not inspired by Barbie: OG slightly Greek-inspired Cottagecore Lesbians the Movie) maybe she spoons me while cockwarming me or maybe laying myself on top of her while nuzzling her cock on my face, giving myself a nice little facial and giving her a nice FULL body massage/happy ending.

Maybe I'm her war trophy in Roman times that she treats very gently. She might be a woman from a land felled by the Romans who bacame a slave gladiator that eventually bought her freedom (because her fans donated to her Gladiator Patreon) but became a Roman soldier in order to get revenge and became one of their fiercest fighters. Planning to avenge the souls and spirits ravaged by the atrocious Romans by using her feminine wiles (her piercing gaze and her rippling muscles that can snap a neck with her single hand) to deceive the Romans and make them pay (and finally live on some far off land with a cutie on her lap while they make songs that would be called “Songs of Friemdship" by future historians).

Maybe, while fighting some small village soon to be named after Alexander The-Not-That-Creative-Land-Namer, some cute wet pathetic chubby little thing fell from the skies onto her feet but before anyone could react, little chubby thing decided to try fight the one woman army (and her posse of background Roman soldiers) in order to buy time for the noncombatants of the village to flee only to be gently but swiftly and firmly pinned down and tied up by the woman who is probably the mortal incarnation of Aphrodite Areia Herself who decided that she deserves a cute little trophy for herself and since the Goddess herself dropped her a very beautiful (and hopefully submissive and breedable) one, who is she to decline.

Fast forward to now, after killing all the other soldiers (the other kidnapped slaves were spared and fled), she happily lives with her trophy/spooz/muse/lucky charm/fleshlight/lover and their kids and cats and their music in a faraway land away in peace, maybe a nice little farm and garden near the river.

Ahh the dream

You are really down bad, no judgement. Get that girlcock!

[d-a-mante]

A lot is wrong with Daken, and that's why I love his character. There is so much to poke at. He's an ammoral bastard but also he's a pathetic wet cat. It's explored through both of his solo runs, but there is one particular arc I want to talk about: Dark Wolverine #82-84, or Daken's part in the Siege arc.

Quick background: Norman Osborn is attacking Asgard (for reasons, long story) with his H.A.M.M.E.R. mooks and Dark Avengers--villains and anti-heroes he has paid, manipulated, and/or blackmailed into working for him.

It's implied in several comics that Daken has trouble knowing himself, due to decades of abuse (being lied to, used, and ordered around), but in this comic it's shown so succinctly. (This is my read of it, anyway)

Daken insists his actions are his own choice. Hmm.

So it starts with the Fates being involved. They want Daken for something, but state they can't outright tell him. They can only "guide" him. So they show him glimpses of the futures, where his choices lead him to.

(they say this, but they are more involved than that)

That's only the mechanics of their powers, though. Effectively, what it gives Daken is a reset button. He makes a choice, and if the Fates don't like his choice or they want to talk to him, they reset him back to the moment before he makes the choice. He chooses differently the next time. I don't think this is him making informed decisions based on possible consequences-- it's him avoiding the consequences completely after he'd already made his choice.

So which choice is actually his and which one is the Fates manipulating him? I don't think even Daken knows. He thinks his final decision was entirely "him".

After a couple of resets, including one where Daken saves and tries to inspire the troops, he gets this:

Daken finally asks the Fates:

Same guy who told them this in the beginning:

This is already years after discovering Romulus' lies. He knows he is sick of being used. He'd been described by telepath Emma Frost as "not allowed his own thoughts".

But in the end of Siege, Daken's last decision (in line with the Fates) is a relief to him. Being told what to do, what he is, is a relief.

Someone get this man some therapy. For many reasons. (Don't get me started on the masks he wears just in these issues)

#daken akihiro #marvel #this is actually going into my headcanons a little bit #meta #comics #dark wolverine

[mcyt-trios]

PROPAGANDA:

Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss:

Listen to me closely. There is no other alliance on the whole Traffic series as based as them. They did EXACTLY what they set out to do. Did they Gaslight? Oh fuck yeah. Did they Gatekeep? You better believe it. Did they Girlboss??? By the good grace of god they did!!!!!!! They are simultaneously the blueprint for every trio of mean girls in a 2000s high school movie and the most genuinely devoted alliance on the whole server. They trust and respect and love each other in ways beyond mortal comprehension. Vote them please I'm begging you.

They were an absolute powerhouse! Also also, Cleo finding herself a group of people who were properly loyal to her after being betrayed for the healing arc. Scott telling them he was the boogieman and refusing to kill even if it meant going red. They're just so hhhhhh

cleo is gaslight (setting things on fire), scott is gatekeep (protecting the base), and pearl is girlboss (girlbossing).

Quite possibly the most ride or die alliance of Last Life. Consistently sharing lives, helping each other get boogey kills, refusing to hurt each other… they were just such a feel good team up for the entire series :] and then they kicked Pearl out in double life :]

Listen they are the EPITOME of ride or die. They love each other so much during that time. Do you hear me. Dear God they are the most precious

Best faction on Last Life. Set the template for pretty much everything Scott and Cleo do together, and set us up for 5AM Pearl.

Boreal Trio:

look. look okay so youve got two battle hardened at least mildly immortal warrior brothers-in-arms slash best friends slash partners for life, and then youve got this anxious, queer wet cat of an enderman who lives in their shed. oooh my god this is gonna be so incoherent im so sorry. ranboo was doing soooo awful when doomsday happened and both techno and phil immediately went him. that one. he needs to be safe and supported and away from all of this he should come with us. only if he wants to. and he did want to!! he was soo anxious but he got more confident!! none of them are great at expressing their feelings verbally (techno is but he also does other things) so they do it in other ways! phil rushing over as soon as he hears ranboo CLOSE to water because he knows it hurts him! techno moving the prison break up from 'some time soon i guess' to 'now now we are leaving now we are doing this RIGHT NOW' as SOON as ranboo gets detained!! avenging his ghost, throwing any and all hesitation about tubbo away to work with him because that was what ranboo wanted, that was what he asked. always checking in and making sure he was okay. all three of them are soooo dysfunctional but i love them so much. think of the mansion raid streams!! techno and ranboo off adventuring, phil taking care of the animals and getting up at 3am real time to trigger their stasis chambers!! they care about each other all so fucking much and they are a family! please vote for them i will be very sad otherwise :(

#mcyt-trios #mcytblr trio bracket #polls #round 3 #mcyt

[memes-from-the-crypt]

                                   SHIT IVE SAID TO MY CATS:

“Can you fuck off?” 

“You’re just angry because I wont let you keep dead things under my bed.” 

“STOP RESISTING!” 

“Don’t make me count to three.” 

“ONE..... TWO.... TWO AND A HALF....” 

“ITS WWE FIGHT NIGHT!” 

“LIVE FROM THE KITCHEN... ITS SATURDAY NIGHT!” 

“I want to crinkle you up like a piece of paper... and then smooth you out.” 

“It’s over [Name] , I have the high ground!” 

“I think, in a past life, you were a rich old lady.” 

“Ugh, you smell like dirt and Fritos.”

“HAVE YOU NO SHAME?” 

“I won’t avenge your death if you jump from that cabinet.” 

“Cuddling with mama won’t make me any less mad at you for puking on the bed.” 

“WHY ARE YOU COVERED IN SPIDER WEBS” 

“No. No. Absolutely not. No. Take that back outside.” 

“If you want to go play out in the middle of a storm. Be my guest.” 

“IN OR OUT , please... make a choice... I’m so tired... please-” 

“No wet food for shitty kitties who make shitty decisions.” 

“Don’t look at me like that. You know I hate when you look at me like that.” 

“MROW MROW MROW -- SEE? ANNOYING WHEN I DO IT HUH?” 

#rp meme #writing meme #ask meme #meme #sentence starters #prompts #roleplay #roleplay memes