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Indulgence

Pairing: Dom!Bucky Barnes x Sub!Female Reader Summary: When Bucky calls, you go to him. Word Count: Over 5.7k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected vaginal sex, D/s elements, bondage, aftercare, established arrangement, insecurities, pet names, longing, possessive behavior, world building, mix of canon and non-canon, slight feels (it's me, okay?), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: I'm very excited for this new AU, lovelies! There's a deep bond between these two, but we know the road to love isn't always easy. ❤️Beta read by the amazing @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. And thanks to @targaryenvampireslayer for listening to me ramble about this part. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You had only been asleep for an hour when your phone went off, your eyes barely open as you reached for the device and saw the familiar name appear. “Bucky?” You answered drowsily.

“Hey, angel,” he said roughly, the pet name bringing a sleepy smile to your face. It sounded like he hadn't gotten much sleep either. “I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“It’s okay. I have tomorrow off,” you said, a bit more alert as you sat up. “Are you at your apartment?”

“Yeah, I got back a bit ago,” he replied, swearing under his breath. “It’s really late. I just…”

“Need me,” you finished for him, stretching your back as you stood up. If he wanted to tell you he made it home safely from his latest assignment, he would've sent you a text. You knew by now that a call meant he had to see you in person. “Give me a few minutes?”

“You sure? I understand if you’d rather go back to bed.”

“I’m not going to get any sleep until I know you will, too,” you said. It would drive you crazy. “I want to come over. Okay?”

You wondered if the call dropped since you didn't hear anything on the other end. “Okay. I’ll send a car,” he said. He never let you pay for a ride yourself. “Thank you,” he added so softly you almost missed it.

“You don't need to thank me,” you assured him, though you appreciated hearing it. “I’ll see you soon.”

“I’ll be waiting,” he promised, your heart skipping a beat before he hung up.

You brushed your teeth again before you changed out of your pajamas. The outfit didn't exactly matter. If it had, he would’ve told you what you wear. It wouldn't stay on long anyway. You sensed that this was a night for him to simply blow off some steam or release anything still pent up from his assignment.

You were more than happy to help.

“On my way.” You messaged him a few minutes later as you went out to the car.

You politely greeted the driver before gazing out the window. If anyone had told you months ago that you’d be sleeping with the former Winter Soldier, you would’ve laughed at them for saying something so crazy. You never expected to meet the man, let alone connect with him. That was your life now though. You were sleeping with Bucky Barnes.

But it wasn't that cut and dry.

“I’ll be outside.” He sent back.

You smiled to yourself as you thought about Bucky, the man searching for himself again. After years of enduring horrific pain and having no control over his actions, he felt lost once he was free. In his eyes, he would never be able to right all the wrongs of the atrocities he was forced to commit, but making amends for his past was a start. It wasn't enough though to heal the cracks from within. It couldn't stop him from plunging into the deep abyss of his mind where it once felt whole.

He had to find a way to feel semi-normal again. He needed to do something good for someone else outside of his heroic duties. And he had to do so in an environment where he could express himself openly, honestly, and authentically with a person he could trust.

That was where you came into the picture.

If Bucky called, no matter what time of day and you were available, you went to his place in a car he paid for. You stayed until you were both satisfied. A more crude way to think of it was that you helped him fuck out his frustrations and gave him a means to inflict pleasure on someone instead of hurt. It was a routine you were used to by now.

“You wanna be my angel?”

You may be his angel, but you weren't his girlfriend. He wasn't in a place to have a typical relationship. You weren't just a fuck buddy either. You were his submissive of sorts, along with his confidant and a way for him to find release and some sense of normalcy.

While he sometimes fucked you like a whore, he never once treated you like one. He cared for your well-being and checked in on you the way a boyfriend would. He kept his place stocked with your favorite snacks. You didn't sleep with anyone else and neither did he. You looked out for each other.

Unlike your last boyfriend.

As far as arrangements went, you could do much worse. There were rules set in place. Bucky was honest about his needs and helped you heal your wounds from the failure of your previous relationship. But the more time you spent with him, the more you wanted to be with him.

Was it a recipe for disaster?

The drive seemed faster than usual because before you knew it the car stopped in front of Bucky’s apartment building. Your pulse quickened when you saw the brunette standing by the door, donned in his usual leather jacket. Even from a short distance, he looked massive and heat bloomed in your core as you knew what was to come. He moved to the curb with more grace than a man his size should have, his hard blue eyes set on you through the glass before he opened the door.

His gaze practically set your heart on fire and it went full ablaze when he tenderly smiled. He was stunningly beautiful even in the dark of night. It almost hurt to look back at him.

You had it bad.

“Hey,” he said, offering you his gloved hand to help you out. You hardly ever saw him out without his vibranium hand covered. “It’s good to see you.”

“Hey,” you smiled softly, giving the driver a quick thanks before you got out. “You, too.”

Bucky's large hand moved to the small of your back as he gently led you toward the building and opened the door. He didn't like to linger outside for too long. Neither of you spoke as he guided you to his apartment on the first floor and you didn't push him to make small talk. It was a delicate arrangement and some nights didn't call for filler.

Still, you tried to get a read on his emotions. There was a stiffness to his stance, but he didn't appear upset or angry. You also didn’t spot any obvious injuries.

“Were you hurt?” You asked as he took his keys out. He was only gone for a couple of days, but you knew how dangerous the missions were.

He turned and stared at you, not at all surprised by your question since you always asked. “No, I didn’t get hurt,” he assured you, reaching up to scratch at the stubble on his chin. “But I can't exactly talk about it either. I’m sorry.”

You nodded in understanding. It was information you weren't privy to and you doubted he called tonight to talk about it anyway. He peeled back layers of himself, yet there was so much underneath that you didn't know about. You cared for him regardless.

“Bucky, you don't have to apologize for that,” you reminded him.

“I just feel bad. You can tell me about your work, but I can't always talk about mine,” he said, looking both ways before he poked his head into his apartment.

“My job isn’t as ‘exciting’ as yours,” you teased before he let you in.

Bucky had a nice place. The partially exposed brick walls paired well with the hardwood floors. Tasteful, but not extravagant. The thick curtains in the living room matched the drapes in his bedroom. Since he occasionally slept on the floor by the oversized chair, it helped to block out the sun. He didn't have much as far as decor, but he did have a piece of art that his best friend, Steve, drew hung up in the hall.

He also had a bowl that you made on the console to hold his keys, which he promptly set them in.

It meant something that he even let you into his apartment when others close to him had never been invited.

“Need anything to drink?” He asked, slipping his jacket and glove off.

He had an empty glass waiting on the kitchen island in case you did. While you indulged in a drink now and then, he wouldn't allow you to have too many. He refused to have sex with you if you were inebriated. Said it took consent away and you wouldn't be alert enough to use a safeword if necessary.

He wouldn't budge on that rule.

“No, thanks,” you answered, gazing at him.

His T-shirt strained against his biceps, one flesh and one vibranium. You could still smell his cologne from the small distance across the room, amber and cedarwood. Warm, comforting, dominating. All the things he was to you.

Not the monster he sometimes believed himself to be.

You eyed him as he poured himself a shot of whiskey, the need to soothe him coming forward when you caught a distant look in his eyes. He didn't even make a move to down his drink as he set his hands on the counter and stared off. Maybe he couldn't give you the details about what happened, but you could take care of him.

Because as much as he sometimes had to have control over you, both of you had power in your relationship.

“Bucky?” You gently called out, pulling him from his trance. “You can talk to me, even if you have to keep some things to yourself.”

His shoulders dropped as he sighed. “Three months.”

“I'm sorry?”

“Three months since we started this,” he answered.

You realized he was right when you remembered the date. It felt longer yet still brand new. “Yeah. Three great months,” you smiled.

A knot formed in your stomach when he didn't smile back. “And you still feel safe with me?” He asked, gripping the counter so hard you thought it might crumble in his hands. “You really trust that I won’t hurt you?”

Your smile slipped, the questions like a punch to the gut as you walked toward him. You stopped a foot in front of him to give him some breathing room as he made eye contact. Where had that come from? What happened to make him question that?

“Of course, I feel safe. Not only do I feel safe with you and trust you, I know that you won't hurt me. You will always take care of me,” you said with fierce determination, yet with a vulnerability you couldn't hide. “If I didn't believe that, I wouldn’t be here and I wouldn’t submit to you.”

You told him the same thing the day you two agreed on this arrangement. He wasn't your boyfriend, but he wasn't like your ex. He wouldn't just throw you away without a second thought or ignore your needs. You also had faith in him that he wouldn't harm you.

And as much as you trusted him, he trusted you that much more. If he didn't, he wouldn't have called you in the first place. That meant he still trusted himself around you.

He looked away and asked above a whisper, “Do you still think I'm a good man?”

“Yes,” you replied without hesitation, your heart aching when his jaw clenched. “Bucky, look at me, please.”

He slowly made eye contact with you, a storm swirling in his stare.

“You are a good man,” you stated, needing to reach the part of him that believed it. “And it doesn't matter how many times you ask me that, my answer isn't going to change. Ever.”

Bucky was silent, his breathing the only sound in the space. You were worried that you said the wrong thing before he pushed himself away from the counter. Instead of moving back when he approached, you stood firm, ready to brace the storm. You sometimes felt like a mouse confronted by a lion when he got close, but it sent a thrill through you. Because you meant what you said.

You trusted him and he made you feel safe.

“I just had to hear you say it,” he whispered as he cupped your face.

A fire lit within you as Bucky captured your mouth with his. There was care and tenderness beneath the hunger and you found yourself clinging to his arms as you kissed him back. No one before him had ever kissed you with such desire, such passion. It had you chasing his lips when he pulled away too soon.

“Now go to my room, get undressed, and kneel on the bed facing the headboard,” he ordered, his voice low and allowing the words to sink in just in case you had any objections. Because he was done talking and ready to play.

So were you.

It took you a moment to answer since you had to bite back a whine. “Yes, Sir,” you whispered, feeling his eyes on you as you walked to his bedroom.

You focused on keeping your breathing even as you shed your clothes, taking a moment to fold them before you set them on the chair in the corner. The only time you left your garments on the floor was if Bucky put them there or had you put on a show for him. It was his space and you respected it.

He hadn't told you how long to wait for him, but your heart thumped as you knelt on the queen sized bed. You didn’t see any toys as you glanced around, but there was water, snacks, wipes, and the soft blanket you loved waiting on the nightstand. It took a moment for you to spot that there was a blindfold and scarf on top of the blanket. Your womb clenched in anticipation, an exquisite feeling knowing your patience and obedience would reward you.

Bucky walked through the door a minute later and shut it behind him. The energy shifted completely, both of you ready for each other. As much as you wanted to lift your gaze and look behind you, you kept your eyes downcast as he approached the bed. He cupped your cheek once he was close enough and forced your eyes to meet his.

“My beautiful angel,” he whispered, brushing his thumb along your skin as you glowed from the praise. He reached for the scarf and ran his fingers across the silk as he glanced at you. “As much as I hate to cover those beautiful eyes of yours and restrain you, I want you to concentrate on my touch tonight. Just let me have you.”

A shiver rolled down your spine as you nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Hands behind your back,” he said, moving to secure them once you did so. The silk was soft against your skin, almost as soft as the kiss to your shoulder. After years of being restrained, you knew he felt guilty at times taking your control away. The difference was you gave yourself to him willingly. “Tell me your safewords.”

“Green is good. Yellow to pause,” you stated, testing the scarf. He never bound you too tight, but it was enough that you couldn’t slip your wrists free. “Red to stop."

“Good girl,” he praised, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You turned your head a fraction so he could slot his lips properly over yours. Gentle, yet hot enough to melt your insides. “My good girl.”

He maneuvered you so you were in the middle of the bed and spread your knees a bit further apart. He joined you on his knees, still fully clothed. Casting your gaze down again, you bit your lip when you saw the prominent bulge in his pants. A hand came up to grasp your chin before you could stare for too long and lifted your head. If you were still wearing your panties, they would’ve dampened from his darkened gaze.

“So beautiful and all mine tonight,” he said.

“I’m yours, Sir,” you whispered, the word “always” unspoken.

“And I know you were staring,” he smirked, his fingers working the button and zipper of his jeans. His impressive cock sprang free once he pushed his underwear and pants down far enough and you wished you could lean down and swirl your tongue around the large head. “Greedy angel. Just desperate to have my cock in you.”

“Yes, Sir. Please,” you begged.

He made a show of lifting the blindfold before he slipped it over your head, your body tensing up when your world went dark. Sight was one of the senses you relied on the most. It helped you absorb most of the world around you. And now it was temporarily gone. It felt like your heart would burst from your chest as you breathed a bit heavier. But Bucky was there, softly touching your face until you relaxed.

“Breathe, angel. I’ve got you,” he whispered, drawing a gasp from you when his lips touched yours. His hands mapped your body, brushing along your breasts down to your thighs. You felt him everywhere. “Color?”

“Green,” you whispered as a hand moved around your back and forced you to arch. He was careful not to hurt your arms. “Please.”

Your head fell back with a moan as his lips closed around your nipple. You could practically feel that he looked up at you as he gently suckled. A wave of arousal crashed through you as he pinched the other. No one had ever lavished your body with such attention the way Bucky did.

“I love seeing you like this,” he murmured against the swell of your breast. “Helpless. Trembling. Needy.”

You didn't mean to let such a wanton moan escape, but he made you feel needed. He made you feel wanted. It was a beautiful thing to surrender to him.

“And I love that I'm the one you trust to take care of you.”

“I trust you with my life, Sir,” you moaned.

And your heart, even though he had the power to break it.

Your chest suddenly felt colder when Bucky pulled his mouth and hand away and you shook from the loss of his heat. His vibranium hand touched your torso to remind you he was close when he shifted closer to you on the bed. You gasped when he dragged his hand down and you were helpless to do anything but feel when it slid between your legs.

“You're doing so well for me,” he said, his teeth grazing your neck as his fingers spread your sopping folds. He teased you, letting you soak his metal fingers as you mewled. He lightly bit you again when he replaced his fingers with his cock, sliding along your slit, but not pushing inside you just yet. “You want me inside you? You need me to fuck you, don't you? Tell me.”

Your cheeks flamed as you whined. “I need you to fuck me, Sir,” you said, trying to widen your thighs to take him in more.

“I will. I'm going to give you everything you need,” he rumbled, gripping your hips with strong and capable hands to keep you still. “And you’re going to let me ruin your pretty little pussy with my cock.”

You panted with want at his possessiveness. Filthy words were something you never thought you’d hear from someone associated with The Avengers and they kicked your body into overdrive. You ached to have him split you open. “Ruin me, Sir.”

In one swift move he lifted you, pulled you into his lap, and buried himself to the hilt. Your mouth fell open as you let out a cry, every inch of his cock stretching and making itself at home in your welcoming cunt. You couldn't brace yourself on his shoulders with your hands behind your back. You couldn't see the ecstasy in his eyes as he let you adjust to his size, but you didn't have to. Not with the way he dug his fingers in and groaned against your shoulder.

He took you to heaven when he was inside you.

“Color,” he said against your skin, thrusting his hips up once.

“Green,” you moaned, reminding yourself to stay still when you wanted him to move. “So green.”

“Good girl,” he whispered, gently kissing up to your ear. “Keep being good while I bounce you up and down on my cock.”

Your eyes fluttered behind the blindfold as he pulled you up and slammed you back down on his cock. Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth and your heart beat frantically in your chest. It was difficult to string thoughts together, but they all went back to him and how good he made you feel. How he made you feel beautiful.

Flaws and all.

“It’s like your cunt was made for me, angel. Practically crying all over my cock,” his voice was smoky as sounds of pleasure tumbling from your lips. The next moan was softer when he slid a hand up to your neck, resting it there as the other kept your hips flush against his. “You deserve to feel good because you are good. So fucking good.”

Your lower lip trembled as a sob worked its way to your throat, “Thank you, Sir,” you whimpered before he squeezed.

“And I. Deserve. You.” He punctuated each word with a deep thrust. You didn’t have to see his face to know the fury that surfaced. “My angel. Mine.”

It overwhelmed you as he bounced you in his lap, sinking you down onto him again and again. His thrusts were almost unforgiving, but the hand on your throat didn’t tighten anymore. He couldn’t hurt you. He wouldn’t hurt you.

“I’m your angel, Sir,” you moaned as he reduced you to a needy wet mess.

“I wanna tear you apart,” he growled against your lips. “And put you back together so you still feel me when you fucking breathe.”

“Tear me apart, Sir,” you gasped, a plea for him to use you more. Your thighs hit his as he thrust up and all you could do was take it. He touched places inside you no one else could reach, physically and emotionally, and you never wanted it to stop. “Please!”

“Tell me you need me to come inside you and I’ll let you come,” he ordered, the hand on your neck squeezing a fraction. “Say it.”

“Come inside me, Sir,” you begged.

“Bucky,” he breathed against your lips. “Say. My. Name.”

Your next breath was shaky. He always had you call him “Sir” on nights like this. Why was this different?

Your orgasm began to crest, but you couldn’t let go until you gave him what he wanted. And he’d give you what you needed. “Come inside me, Bucky,” you exhaled. “Please.”

He swiped his thumb along your pulse with a deep groan, his cock still driving up into you. “I will after you come,” he promised, his tongue sliding past your parted lips and pulling away all too quickly. “C’mon, angel. Come for me. Show me you’re mine.”

The sob you tampered down earlier resuraced, wrenched from your throat as you came. Your release continued, practically leaking around his cock as tears slid out beneath the blindfold. You were beyond rational thought as pleasure spiraled through you, vaguely aware that he thrust through it to chase his own end.

“Good. Fucking. Girl.” He grunted, pulsing hotly inside you as he filled you up.

Both of you panted as you continued to drift from euphoria, your heart still beating wildly. You were warm, but your body shivered as he lifted you up. Your combined release slid from your aching cunt once he slipped free. You floated and wanted him to catch you, but you couldn’t put your arms around him.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered when you let out a whimper. He made quick work of untying your wrists so he could lay you down properly and wipe away the tears still on your cheeks. “I’m going to take the blindfold off.”

Your eyes stayed shut for a moment when Bucky removed it, but you cracked them open when you wanted to see him. Your vision slowly cleared as you blinked a few times, your mind still floating as he came into view. He called you an angel, but he was the one who had a halo around his head at the moment. A gorgeous angel who had unrightfully had his wings taken away. He smiled like he wanted to eat you alive, but his touch was nothing short of tender when he brought his hand to your face.

“So fucking beautiful. You did so well for me. Fuck, I just wanna clean you with my tongue and fill you up all over again,” he praised as you clenched around nothing and whined. As hot as it sounded, you needed a bit of rest after that. “Not tonight,” he smiled, keeping a hand on you as he grabbed a wipe.

A reason he had everything close by was because you craved his touch after sex. If he ever got too far away, you whimpered and reached for him. It made you feel needy, but he assured you that he needed to keep touching you just as badly.

It just wasn’t fair that he looked so composed.

Bucky continued to shower you with soft praise as he cleaned you up. It didn’t take him long before he wrapped the soft blanket around you, trembles moved through your entire body as he put his arms around you, too. He took aftercare very seriously. It was a way for you to feel cared for and nurtured while allowing your body and brain to return back to normal. He never wanted you to experience negativity or sadness after any sort of session, especially an intense one.

You were aware that he moved you closer in his arms and rested his cheek against the top of your head, but you weren't ready to speak yet. It always took you a minute to come back to yourself and he was never one to rush or push you. If relaxing in his embrace was what it took to return to the world, he was more than content to keep you in his arms.

At least, that was what he told you.

You opened your eyes after a few minutes. Your heartbeat was back to a steady rhythm, but you still weren't ready to move yet. You were warm and safe. Bucky was there to take care of you. But what about him?

Had you taken care of him?

Bucky had a faint smile on his face when you lifted your head, his shoulders relaxed and eyes soft. Like he was at ease with everything around him. “Welcome back, angel,” he whispered, peppering your face with light kisses.

“Hey,” you smiled tiredly, your voice a little hoarse as you brought a hand to his hair, happy that you could touch him again. Judging by the way his eyes slipped shut for a moment before he opened them, he missed your touch, too.

“You okay?”

“I am and so are you. You're okay.” It wasn't a question. Whatever haunted him earlier was gone.

For now.

He didn't tear his gaze away as he reached for the water behind him, which you gratefully accepted as he put it to your lips. “You amaze me, you know? You just came back to yourself, but you're talking about me being okay.”

“Isn’t that why you call me?” You asked with a small frown, taking another large sip. “To help you?”

His brows furrowed. “It’s not just about me. This is about you, too.”

You took one more drink before you could say something stupid. Yes, this was about you, too. How he didn't push too far. How he’d hold you after sex and talk with you because those things were important to you. How he made you feel cherished and wanted for a short while.

You just didn't want to admit that he was a constant in your mind. But would it be so wrong if you did? Even if he’d never date you, didn't he have a right to know how you felt?

Communication was key and you would have to eventually tell him if those feelings persisted.

“It’s about both of us and I just want you to be okay,” is what you said because it was the truth.

He set the water aside and cupped your cheek, his calloused hand a little cool, but nice. You almost wished you could hide from his knowing eyes, but he didn’t press you for more. “I am now,” he said, swallowing a little. “I just couldn't let you see me tonight.”

Worry filled his eyes like he may have upset you, but you shook your head. You had seen his scars, but he was never obligated to show you his body. “You're letting me see you now,” you said, scooting closer as he brought your wrist to his mouth to kiss it.

You thought about how the evening played out. How he asked if you thought he was a good man. How he demanded that you speak his name. And how he said he deserved you. Either something happened while he was gone or someone said or did something to get to him. You wished you knew what it was since he didn’t expand on what had been eating away at him before.

“And before you ask, you didn't hurt me,” you told him, knowing the question was coming. You appreciated that he cared enough to check.

He pressed a kiss to your temple. “Good because I’d never stop hating myself if I did,” he admitted, looking at the ceiling for a moment. “You don't deserve that kind of pain.”

Your heart swelled, not letting any past hurt enter your mind. He made you believe that you deserved better than what you had. It was a good feeling.

“Neither do you. And that's a reason why safewords exist. Both of us can use them,” you reminded him. Like aftercare, he took the words seriously. He listened to you. And if he ever got overwhelmed, he had every right to stop it the same way you did. “So no self-hate tonight.”

He huffed in mock annoyance. “Yes, ma’am. And speaking of self-hate,” he teased, tilting his head to look your way. “I really don’t want to go to therapy tomorrow.”

There was a forced calmness in his blue eyes as you assessed him. “You still don’t like your therapist,” you stated.

One of the conditions of his pardon was that he had to go to therapy. It was meant to help him process his thoughts and past experiences in order to work through them. Though he didn’t tell you what went on in his sessions as it was none of your business, he didn’t keep it a secret from you that the doctor was far from his favorite person.

You wondered if Bucky told her about you.

“What’s there to like?” He asked.

You smiled a little, knowing better than to poke the bear and say she probably wasn't that bad. “Well, being able to speak to someone who provides non-judgemental and empathetic support is one thing.”

“That’s why I like talking to you,” he said, the affection in his voice making your heart skip a beat.

“Oh,” you said, not sure what else to say.

Moments like that made you think he cared. No, that wasn’t right. You knew he cared about you. But hearing things like that made you feel like there was hope for more and he wasn’t ready for that.

Hope was both a wonderful and dangerous thing.

“Have you met anyone else?” He asked suddenly, moving his hand to your back.

It was a question Bucky asked every time he had you over. He said from the start if there was another man in your life that you’d rather be with, someone who could offer you more, he’d step aside. There wasn't anyone else. You didn't want anyone else.

And while it was admirable that he would walk away if that ever changed, your heart ached at the thought that he’d easily let you go. Because at the end of the day he wasn't ready for a relationship. Not yet.

Even if he was, who said he wanted one with you?

“No, I haven't met anyone,” you said, feeling the warm breath of his exhale against your skin as his hand moved up and down your back. It relaxed you more and you found yourself fighting a yawn. “Have you?”

“No,” he chuckled. The crinkles by his eyes made him look carefree. “Not since you saved me.”

You shut your eyes, afraid that tears would well up if you looked at him. “I didn't save you. All I did was buy you a coffee one afternoon,” you whispered dismissively.

That day changed your life.

“I’m going to let that slide since you're sleepy, but I’m going to remind you when you're wide awake that you did a lot more than that,” he spoke. He held you a little tighter when you stayed quiet. You were more tired than you thought. “Get some sleep, angel. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You let your eyes shut at his command. “Thank you for taking care of me, Bucky.”

“Thank you for taking a chance on me.”

There was something else unspoken in the air, but a tender kiss to your forehead stopped you from reading too deeply into it.

In the morning, he’d send you back to your place after he made you breakfast. He’d text you later to make sure you were okay. He would continue to check in and you would do your best not to fall for him more. Because one day he wouldn't need you anymore. You didn't know when that day would come, but tonight you could indulge in the fantasy that Bucky wanted you to be his girl.

Permanently.

I just want these two happy and together. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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Bubs,Nubs,Chops and Brahms with a typically sweet and quiet s/o but is very protective and hot headed when it comes to them. Like if someone insults the slasher they literally have to hold their s/o back from attacking the person(or not and just let them go ham 🤷‍♀️) bonus points if the person insulting Brahms is Malcolm

Slashers when Sweet!Reader gets overprotective

Includes: Nubbins, Bubba, Chop-Top and Brahms

Nubbins Sawyer💖

You made Nubbins melt. He was in a fit of giggles as you littered his red face with little kisses. He often told you that he did good, and that you were a nice one. He was very proud to call you his own

Though you were a sweet little angel, sometimes your nice nature was challenged. Like when one of Nubbins victims tried to escape. She tore herself free from the dining chair and made a run for it. Just as your boyfriend grabbed ahold of her, she bit down hard on his hand

You launched yourself at the girl, throwing her roughly to the floor. You went to attack her some more, but Nubbins grabbed your wrist

“It’s okay! I’ll handle this.” He stuttered

Before you could rip into her more, you forced yourself to go into the living room to blow off some steam. It wasn’t long until Nubbins’ victim stopped screaming. He entered the room covered in her blood, a crooked smile on his face

“Are you okay, honey?” You asked sweetly

You walked over to Nubbins and gently looked over his bitten wrist. You then grabbed his face, placing soft kisses all over. You were the perfect balance for him. One moment your violent and possessive, the next showering him in affection

Nubbins wrapped his lanky arms around you, hearts in his eyes

Bubba Sawyer💖

You were the love of Bubba’s life. Every moment spent with you was a blessing. He wasn’t afraid to give back any affection you threw at him. You both gave each other many, many sweet kisses during the day

Bubba chased a trespasser through the house, readying his loud chainsaw in the air. You were hot on his trail as they ran into the dining room. The victim panicked, snatching a sledgehammer from the table. Just as Bubba charged him, he threw the hammer. It spun in the air before hitting your boyfriend dead in the forehead

“Honey! Are you okay?” You gasped

As you set your sights on the trespasser, all you saw was red. You ran around a dizzy Bubba to tackle the man to the floor. How dare he hurt your precious boyfriend? That wasn’t very nice!

After finishing off the trespasser, you stood from his bruised body and raced over to Bubba. You kneeled down where he sat against the wall. You lifted a bloody hand to carefully touch his sore forehead

“You poor baby. Does it hurt real bad?” You cooed

Bubba rambled some gibberish, shaking his head furiously. He was only concerned about you. He took your hands in his, blood getting on him but he didn’t care

Chop-Top Sawyer💖

Chop-Top was always trying to rile you up. You were so sweet and quiet, he just wanted to tear that from you. He got off on you going crazy. He loved your two sides. One minute you were cuddling into his side, making him giggle. The next, you were strangling some poor girl for hurting him

Chop-Top’s victim got loose within the abandoned amusement park y’all called home. It wasn’t long until he found her, running after her with his knife ready. You watched from across the way as she screamed and bashed her fists against him. She screamed profanities, digging her long nails into his wrists

You stormed over to the pair, snatching Chop-Top’s hammer from the table in the process. You shoved the girl off him, and threw the hammer down onto her head. Chop-Top laughed hysterically as you slammed it over and over into her mushed skull

“Whoa, baby! You got her good!” He exclaimed

You loomed over her corpse, your chest heaving as the bloody hammer hung limply from your fingers. You carelessly tossed it next to her, slowly turning to face Chop-Top

“How’s your wrists, dear? She didn’t hurt you too bad, did she?” You huffed

Chop-Top didn’t answer. He crept over to you with a big grin, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you close

You were so hot to him

Brahms Heelshire💖

Brahms was so soft for you. You never denied him any kisses. Which was honestly all he could ever ask for. Every little kiss you gave him made him melt. Your kind and gentle nature was so appealing to him. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you cradled his face. You offered the cutest smile, before planting a warm kiss to his mask

Brahms hid within the walls while Malcom delivered your groceries. It was obvious that he was trying to befriend you, but you were much too busy with Brahms. He was also still under the impression that he was just a doll, and not a six foot three guy in the wall

Malcom was trying to convince you to leave the manor for a bit, and get some fresh air. He offered to take you out into the village, but you politely declined. He asked you why you were so bent on caring for the doll, and even poked at his porcelain cheek

You had to bite back your anger as he made jokes about Brahms, calling him harmless names. But it still hurt you. Before you could snap at Malcom, you simply strolled over and scooped Brahms’ doll up from his seat

“Okay, that’s enough.” You said, feigning politeness

You felt a bit silly as you exited the kitchen, placing the doll onto the couch. Malcom didn’t even know that Brahms was still alive. It wasn’t like he was insulting him, but still. You were very protective of your boyfriend, and even his doll at times

You waved off Malcom dismissively, offering a rushed goodbye as you forced him out the door. You walked back into the living room with the doll, calling out for his human counterpart

“Brahms, honey?” You cooed

Brahms crept out of the walls, slowly lumbering over to you from behind. You whirled around, a hurt frown on your sweet face

“Oh, honey. I hope you didn’t take what he said to heart.” You lifted your hands up to cradle his mask. “I think you’re just lovely.” You smiled softly

Brahms didn’t care nearly as much as you did. He kind of liked that you got riled up over him like that though. He threw his arms around your waist and tugged you close. He hid his masked face in the crook of your neck, emitting a deep hum of affection

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hihhasotherfixations · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 12: Hate/Angry sex - Price x Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

CW: fem!reader, rough sex, oral (m!receiving), unprotected p in v, angry Price - though not at you

So, the reason these fics of the last few days are late are cause ‘twas my birthday! So I’m catching up now but I figured for my birthday day fic I’d go a little more out than usual, hehe. Enjoy Price using you to blow off some steam ;3

Word Count: 3468

Walking in through the door, John slammed it shut, an anger and vitriol radiating off of him that had you wide-eyed and silent in a second, sitting on the couch and watching him.

“John?” You asked, but it was like he didn’t even hear you as he kicked off his boots, dropping his bag with only a little too heavy a thunk before he stalked into the house, an angry frown on his face.

Immediately, he walked over to the liquor cabinet, pulling out a scotch and pouring himself a hefty glass, not even bothering with the ice he usually so meticulously put in whenever he poured himself a drink.

Leaning back on the couch, you looked at him, a worried look on your face. “John. Big bear.” You finally got his attention with the horrible nickname you only ever used to tease him, though this time, there was not a hint of teasing or mischief on your face, your brows pulled up in worry. “What’s wrong?”

Taking in the deepest breath you’d seen him take in a long time, it almost seemed as if he was trying to reel in his anger before he sighed out deeply, rounding the couch and crashing down into it right next to you, nearly sitting down on you and spilling his drink; though it was clear his mind was somewhere else as his face twisted up in frustration. “Fucking Norris thinks he can ground my team because he’s ‘higher rank’.” He spat, making air quotes at the end as he took off his hat and slammed it onto the coffee table.

“Whoa, hey, what happened?” You ask, placing your hand on his thigh, to which John started tapping his fingers into his knee.

“Colonel Norris – bastard that he is – decided to ground my team because of a mistake his men made while we worked together a month back. An op went wrong because of it and now he’s making it a whole case, trying to spin it on my team.” John seethed, his fingers stopping their tapping as he instead started bouncing his right leg, frustrated. “Because it’s being investigated, we’re not allowed to go out until it’s solved. But we had a fucking target right in our grasp-!” John sat up, his hand wringing an imaginary neck before he huffed out a frustrated breath, falling back into the couch as he covered his eyes with his hand.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry.” You frowned and John sighed deep, sitting straight to throw back half of his drink in one go, barely even reacting to the burn as it glid down his throat.

“We’re not getting this guy in our sights again. It took me three months to track him down and right as we were planning a mission to get him, Norris comes with this shit!” He hissed, partially turned to you now, just ranting to you. “And I’ve had problems with Norris in the past in Urzikstan but back then it could be excused by him simply following orders from higherup, but this time it’s completely him and I’m bloody done with this bastard!” He growled to you, a fire in his eyes that didn’t seem to want to die out anytime soon.

“Is there anything you can do?” You asked, hoping to diffuse the situation a bit though it had the complete opposite effect, firing John up even further.

“I already tried everything! I sent e-mails, told Norris in person to just hold it off for a week, spoke in meetings about it but this molded muppet used his rank to override any of my requests!”

Seeing he was not going to be stopping, you knew you had to do something.

“How the fuck am I supposed to do my job when he is coming in here during one of the most vital times happening in the last half a year?! For a thing we didn’t even do?! It’s ridiculous and I’m gonna-!” “John- John?” You stopped him mid-ramble, turning his face towards you. “You’re getting too worked up. You need to blow off some steam.” You spoke softly, watching him huff out a breath as he tried to reel himself in, realizing himself he was just throwing everything on you now.

“I know, but I really can’t be bothered. I’m not going to the gym and I’m through my cigars this month. I’m not doing anything else today, sorry Y/N but-“ “That’s not what I meant.” You interrupted him again.

At that, his brows furrowed in confusion and you shifted on the couch, leaning towards him and placing your free hand directly on his crotch, your lips centimeters away from his, causing his breath to hitch.

“Plenty of ways to blow off steam without leaving the house.” You whispered and John groaned, shifting as just your touch – palming him – had him turning hard ridiculously fast.

“Darling, it won’t be pretty.” He gasped softly, trying to keep his composure as he closed his eyes, his lips pressed in a tight line while he leaned forward to slowly place his partially drank scotch on the coffee table.

You however, leaned in and started peppering kisses down his neck while he moved back to lean properly into the couch, having deposited his drink. “I don’t need pretty. Seeing you so worked up is just doing things to me.” You admitted, continuing to palm his crotch, feeling his erection straining against the fabric of his uniform.

Groaning, John just threw caution to the wind, grabbing your hips and yanking you onto his lap, his mouth slamming into yours.

You barely had any time to squeak before it was a mess of teeth clacking and tongue, John wasting not a single moment to claim your mouth for himself while his hands went down and tightly grabbed your ass, squeezing.

Pulling your hips into his, he practically forced you to straddle him as he began to thrust up, rocking his bulge against your crotch desperately.

It rubbed straight against your clit, making your eyes flutter shut as you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing back with fervour.

His hands wouldn’t stop groping your ass, running up and down the expanse of it before he released his right hand, using it to smack the flesh hard. “Take it off.” He commanded, barely breaking the kiss to say it, his teeth nipping at your lower lip.

“O-Okay.” You whispered, trying to catch your breath from the intensity and suddenness of the situation, only to get a firm squeeze to your rear again - you better hurry up.

Getting off his lap, you took off your pants, pushing them down and stepping out of them before looking at your husband.

His eyes were roving your thighs, his pupils blown out before he reached out and held you by the back of the thigh, right under your ass as he pulled you in. “Be good for me and take it all off.” He rumbled as he slid forward on the couch, leaning in to place his lips to the front of your panties, grazing his teeth across it and making you shudder.

“Yes, sir.” You whispered, getting an approving squeeze to your thighs as you then pulled your shirt over your head, unclasping your bra as well.

While you did that, John’s hands roamed up your ass, slipping under the fabric of your undies and up until he turned his hands around and gripped the fabric, bunching it up before tearing it off your ass, leaving you completely naked as he simply dropped it to the floor.

Gasping as he ruined your panties and threw them, you didn’t even have time to protest as John locked his arms under your ass and lifted you as he got to his feet, starting to carry you to the bedroom.

“God, you’re exactly what I need right now.” He murmured against your stomach, his beard rubbing across your skin, making you close your eyes.

“Use me however you want.” You whispered, one of your hands tangling in his hair, making the man groan softly.

“Are you sure, love?” He asked, kissing your stomach while he kicked open the bedroom door, only half an eye used to navigate his way around the house.

“Positive.” You smiled and a little growl left the man.

Before you knew it, you were dropped onto the bed, your husband crawling over you with intent. Yet before he could fully eclipse you, you placed your hand against his chest, stopping him.

“What?” He grumbled, clearly unhappy by being stopped but you just smiled.

Seeing the sly look in your eye, John narrowed his own, trying to deduce what you were planning as you slowly moved out from under him, sitting up while he followed until you lowered yourself off the bed and down onto the floor.

“Thought I could do what I wanted.” He challenged, his chest deeply moving up and down, betraying how worked up he actually was.

“I’m just here to help you along.” You grinned, moving between his legs as you then reached for his belt, starting to unbuckle it, never breaking eye contact as you opened his pants.

As you moved to pull the clothing down his hips, he gripped your wrists. “No, darling. If you want to suck it, you can. But I’m in control. Understood?” He asked, dropping your wrists to instead fish himself out of his underwear, hard and leaking a drop of precum.

Swallowing softly, you couldn’t take your eyes off of his cock, a low chuckle leaving the man when he noticed. Reaching out, he placed his left hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer while his right hand gripped the base of his shaft, angling it towards your lips.

Without complaint, you parted your lips and took him into your mouth, immediately starting to suck.

Feeling that, John let his head fall back as he groaned, slightly rocking his hips. “Fucking hell-“ He hissed and you smirked around him, making the brunet snap his head down to you. “Don’t get cocky.” He warned and you innocently looked up at him, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked, taking him a little deeper into your mouth.

Groaning, his brown furrowed in irritation as he clenched his jaw, his hand tightening in your hair as he then pulled your head down, making you take him even deeper.

Getting the reaction you were hoping for, you moaned around him, sucking as you bob your head, John helping you by beginning to move your head up and down, clicking his tongue to try and stay quiet when he felt your tongue swirling around him.

“God, keep that up.” He grunted, starting to lightly buck his hips up into your mouth while he pulled your head up and down.

Closing your eyes, you just relaxed your throat, letting John begin to fuck your mouth as he shifted to sit on the edge of the bed, his hips beginning to speed up.

Almost as if a switch flipped, John groaned as he began to lose himself, leaning forward over you as he thrusted into your mouth, moving deeper and deeper until you gagged, spit gathering at your lips as he continued to move, pleasure curling through him.

Reaching out, you placed your hands on his thighs, doing your best to stay put, tears in your eyes as he became more and more vocal, pushing past your gag reflex.

His hips eagerly pumped into your throat, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you drooled around him, both of his hands cradling your head, pulling you down onto his cock in time with his thrusts.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum-“ John choked out, abruptly pulling out of your mouth, making you gasp for breath while he panted, his left hand holding the base of his cock, almost as if he was stopping himself from climaxing.

“J-John-“ You whispered but his right hand moved from holding onto your hair, down to your chin.

“Get on the bed.” He ordered through his pants.

Wiping the spit away from your mouth, you nodded and slowly got up, climbing onto the bed while still trying to catch your breath.

Grunting softly, John shifted onto the bed again, spreading your legs as he then spit onto his fingers, reaching down to rub through your folds, only to find you absolutely dripping.

“God, you love me being rough, don’t you?” John huffed, spreading your slick onto his fingers as he then pushed two fingers into you, making you whine.

“Y-Yes.” You mumbled, blushing. Though he always held an air of dominance in the bedroom, John never truly lost himself, always being just a little too careful for your liking whenever he went onto the rougher side.

Pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt, John growled softly, his eyes dark and intense. “You want me to fuck you then? Blow off steam?”

“Properly, yeah.” You whispered, taking in a sharp inhale when he scissored his fingers in response, a slight burn appearing as he stretched you out just a little too fast, needing to be inside you but wanting to prepare you at least a bit. “Leave it.” You gasped, John tilting his head, still scissoring his fingers.

“It’ll hurt, darling.” He growled softly, leaning down to bite at the sweet spot on your neck he knew by heart.

“I want it to.” You mumbled, grabbing his hips and pulling him down, making John huff.

“So you’re working against my command now too? Not even letting me prepare you.” He grunted, still moving along with you as he rubbed his cockhead through your folds, spreading your arousal on it as he clenched his jaw. At his words, you nodded as you bit your lip and the brunet growled. “Very well.”

With that, he pushed into you, not waiting or letting you adjust like normal as he instead shoved in to the hilt, groaning as he felt your heat envelop all of him, his eyes closing as he paused.

Opening his eyes, he then looked at you. “You asked for it.” He spoke lowly, the gravel in his voice twice as prominent as he began to move, his hands shooting down to your hips to hold you down; no easing into it as he began to rapidly pump into you.

Gasping at the burning stretch, you threw your head back, whimpering out a moan as your husband began to fuck you, his hips slapping into yours as he took you with short and quick thrusts.

“My team disobeys me, my superiors sabotage my mission, and now my own wife won’t even let me take care of her properly.” John hissed, a fire burning in his eyes as his thrusts intensified, strokes long and deep.

Your walls clenched around him as you moaned, a flush to your face from the anger and irritation radiating from him as he pounded into you, keeping you pinned down to the bed as you tried to buck away from him and into him at the same time.

“Stay still.” He growled, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room as he kept you down on the bed, his tip pushing into your g-spot with every thrust.

“Fuck-“ You gasped, making John groan as he moved, his eyes half-lidded as he could feel every ridge of your cunt, wrapped so tightly around his shaft, rubbing into him as he pushed in and out of you.

“That’s right, take it.” He hissed, his left hand moving up to squeeze your breast while the fingers on his right dug into the side of your ass. “Just like that.” He praised, his voice still rough as he leaned his face back into the crook of your neck.

“John-“ You gasped, only for him to sink his teeth into your skin. “Shut it.” He grunted, bucking his hips into yours in a frantic pace, his cock hitting deeper because of the new angle, rutting into your cervix and making you cry out.

Feeling the entrance of your womb, a loud groan escaped the brunet, his tip bashing into it repeatedly, sending waves of pleasure and slight pain through you, making you moan out more.

“Fuck, you feel good.” The man grunted directly into your ear, making you whimper.

Huffing, he couldn’t take it anymore, pulling back from your neck to tear his shirt from his body, throwing it off the bed and allowing you to see the hair dotting his torso, leaning down into the v-line and happy trail connected to his cock currently thrusting deep inside you.

Groaning, John pushed his pants and underwear down his thighs, not willing to stop fucking you just to take it off, simply accepting it as he felt relief washing over his sweaty body, no longer completely cooking in his clothes.

Seeing his chest bare before you, you whined and reached out, running your hands down his pecs, feeling the coarse hair on his chest, hiding the scarred, warm, soft skin underneath. As you trailed further down, your lip between your teeth, John suddenly grabbed your wrists, swiftly pushing them down above your head.

“Did I say you could?” He growled, punctuating his words with a hard thrust, making you moan out. “Stay put.” He huffed, holding your wrists down with one hand while his other moved to your waist, holding you down while he slammed his mouth to yours, his chest pushed into you.

Whimpering into the rough kiss, your eyes rolled back as heat grew in your abdomen, feeling him fuck into you, your toes curling as he bottomed out with every thrust.

Pounding roughly, John was huffing against your lips with every thrust now, sweat gathering on his brow and running down his back, causing a sheen on his skin mirrored on your own, the exertion and pleasure coming to a head.

“John, please-“ You moaned, your legs weak and trembling, feeling your head start to go light as the heat spread, your walls clenching slightly around his shaft.

“I know, shit-“ John groaned, rutting into you with fervour as his cock began to twitch, feeling you clench around him.

Whining out a moan, you clenched your eyes shut as you arched your back, John moving his lips from your lips down the center of your throat, his teeth nipping and biting as he groaned out a moan of his own, trying to stave off his orgasm as he slowed down his thrusts, getting rougher.

“Fuck, please!” You cried out for him, only for his thumb to descend onto your clit, making you moan loudly as your back fully arched, your cunt tightly clenching down on him.

Feeling that, John moaned, his cock twitching while you came around him, your walls spasming and squeezing tightly, making him groan out low and desperate, his hips bucking as he continued to rub your clit, stretching out your orgasm.

“Good girl, good girl-“ He panted like a mantra, his hips bucking quick and sharp into you, your pussy so greedily taking him in, your arousal coating his entire shaft and leaking down your thighs.

Whimpering out as you came down from your high, John thrusted just a few more time before moaning low in his throat, shoving deep into you, filling you up completely before he released himself inside your walls.

His cum, thick and plentiful, spurted into you, making you whine out at the feeling of it splashing against your walls, your entire body flushed as you panted, exhausted and spent, your throat and voice raw.

“Bloody hell.” John panted, staying inside you as he lowered himself onto you, his arms on either side of your face holding him up while he tried to catch his breath. “Are you okay?” He mumbled after a moment, pressing kisses to the apples of your cheek.

“Never better.” You panted out, letting out a short and light chuckle before you reached an arm up and placed it onto his cheek. “Are you?”

Leaning into your palm, his eyes finally seemed to have calmed the storm, instead holding a loving look towards you. “Definitely a lot better.” He smiled.

Carefully, he rolled onto his side, taking you with him, refusing to pull out as he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you.

“I love you.” He murmured, kissing the top of your head.

“I love you too.” You replied, closing your eyes as you snuggled into him. “If you’re ever angry, you know where to find me.” You teased and John let out a rumbling laugh, kissing the top of your head again.

But then again, he was definitely considering on taking you up on that offer.

#hih kinktober 2023 #john price x reader #captain john price #captain john price x reader #john price #price x reader #captain price smut #john price smut #captain price x reader smut #captain price x reader #price x reader smut #not edited

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youngpettyqueen · 2 months

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Julian and Keiko headcanons because Keiko gets sidelined so much and deserves the world and I wish we got to see them interact more

when they get stumped on their respective projects, they'll do late night work sessions together and bounce their research off each other to see if the other can help them figure out where the problem is. they'll do this in person when theyre both on the station, but also over call if one of them is away, and after the O'Briens move back to Earth

they edit each other's papers (Keiko marvels at Julian's ability to spell out complex chemical compounds with his eyes closed, and somehow use 'their' instead of 'there') (in his defense he wrote that bit at 4 in the morning after going 2 straight days without sleep) (she threatens to sedate him)

Julian sometimes brings back plants from planets they explore in the Gamma Quadrant and gives them to Keiko. sometimes he does it because the plant has medicinal properties and the two of them can do a joint research project, but most of the time he does it just to give her a nice gift

when Miles goes away for particularly dangerous missions, Julian will keep Keiko company and help keep her mind off of it. sometimes she has trouble sleeping because shes so worried, so he'll hang around and start rambling on about whatever he's currently working on until she falls asleep. he jokes he's boring her to sleep, but it actually means a lot to her

they have a weekly tea date. this is their prime gossip time. sometimes Jadzia is invited

when Keiko's mad at Miles she'll rant to Julian about it. Julian learned very quickly that this is not a time where advice is wanted, so he sits back and lets her get it all off her chest, because she really just wants someone to listen and let her blow off some steam

Julian makes a concentrated effort to learn more about plant husbandry and care after the incident where he accidentally killed some of Keiko's prized plants because he actually does feel very bad about it

Julian hovered over Keiko nearly as bad as Miles did when she was pregnant with Kirayoshi (and then he hovered over her even more after the pregnancy transfer, and he wouldnt tell anybody why, but Keiko knew it was because nearly losing her shook him up pretty bad)

when Julian gets outed for being augmented, Keiko goes to him and gives him the tightest, warmest hug he's ever gotten in his entire life

Julian gets invited to girls nights with Keiko and Molly (steady surgeon's hands make him the best one to paint nails) (he pretends to complain but he loves it)

anytime Julian has to go away for a scientific conference of any kind, if he gets to bring someone with him, his first choice is always Keiko

in short: theyre besties they told me so themselves <3

#star trek: ds9 #julian bashir #keiko o'brien #seriously theyre both scientists you can do so much with JUST that #you cant tell me they havent helped each other reach breakthroughs in their research #Keiko brings Julian a couple plants that can be used to help make a vaccine because she read his research and recognized what he needed #Julian gets so excited he picks Keiko up and spins her around and calls her a genius and kisses her on the cheek #another time Julian is reading through Keiko's research on an endangered tree shes trying to keep alive and struggling #and he realizes he can synthesize something in his lab that will help #and Keiko hugs him so hard she nearly takes him to the floor #I know in my heart theyre besties #well. im an O'Brien polycule truther but I wanted to focus on Keiko #because Keiko doesnt get enough love

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tarrynightss · 1 year

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𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽

Pairing: Miles Quaritch x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst (like ALOT), graphic descriptions of violence and death, no happy ending

Summary: Had you and Miles ever been build to last? You certainly thought so, proudly wearing his ring on your finger. But when the tensions rise, and it becomes time to choose sides, will he stand with you? (read the inspo post for some spoilers)

A/N: Damn maybe I am evil. This fic is based on this idea I had. There will be a part two with Recom Miles

A laugh resonates throughout the room, the soft yellow light from outside pouring in through a small window. It’s so warm as you shift under the blankets, laying on your side as you stare at your lover. His hand runs over your bare waist, the adoration in his blue eyes clear. Miles could not remember the last time he had laughed like this. It was as if you had brought color back to his life, your warm smile seared into his mind.

“Don’t tell me you are going soft on me, Colonel.”

Your voice is smooth like honey, and he stares at your lips as you speak. Soft? He scoffs. Perhaps you were right. You had him wound around your little finger, the man growing anxious whenever he wasn’t near you. It was supposed to be a one night stand, some fooling around to blow off steam, but it had grown into so much more these past few months. Never had he thought he would fall for some science nut.

Miles moves some hair out of your face, stroking his fingers over your soft skin. Touching you feels natural, feels right, and the face of content you make has his own lips curling up into a smile.

“I love you.”

The words come out so easily it frightens him, never having been the type of man to say it out loud. He knows he’s no easy man to love, and the situation you both are in isn’t ideal either. But you don’t point out any of that. Instead, your eyes sparkle as you place your hand over his, cupping it against your cheek.

“I love you too, Miles.”

Miles marches down the hallway with quick steps, his hands balled into fists as he curses under his breath. You had lost your damn mind, undermining him in front of everyone to defend some savages. He had known you would not be pleased with his proposal, but you are his fiancé, for crying out loud! You were the last person he wanted to hear call him a bloodlusty fool. He should’ve gotten you taken out of that Avatar program as soon as you started rambling about Pandora’s native population and how you were going to learn their ways, but he didn’t. He loved you, and seeing your passion for it had foolishly blinded him.

You run after him, fumbling with the device you’re holding as you bring forward the same holographic screen you had shown him and the others at the meeting. You should not have said what you did in the heat of the moment, but this is far more important than any of that.

“Miles! Please! I’m sorry! Please listen!”

He stops so suddenly that you almost crash into him, staring down at you with furious eyes. It makes your stomach drop, but you press the screen under his nose regardless.

“If you don’t believe me nor Grace, fine, but we have proof. Solid data that shows that there is more at play here,” you plead with him.

Miles looks at what the Na’vi call Hometree, perfectly mapped out with a thousand or million little connections running through it. At the moment it only fuels his anger.

“Because of the connections between trees?” he fumes in a way that makes you feel foolish when you nod.

He hums, looking you over as he pretends to consider it for a moment before sharply turning around, nearly knocking the device out of your hand. You stand there, nailed to the ground in shock. He had never been a big science guy, but he had never disregarded you in this way. You hope it’s just payback for what you had said.

Miles continued walking towards his room, and just as he feared, you chased after him. He did not try to stop you as you walked in after him, the door sliding closed behind you with a hiss. The quarters are pretty much as much his as they are yours, not having slept in your own bunk for months.

He puts his hand over his face, as unsure as to what to do as you are. It’s hard to be mad at you, but god, what the hell did you expect?!

“The decisions has been made. I will follow my orders, and so should you,” he tells you stiffly and turns towards the wall, praying this will be the end of it.

You shake your head, slamming the device in your hand down on the metal table next to you, the loud ringing noise it emanates making his muscles tense.

“That’s bullshit!” you curse and move to look at him, his hand still concealing his facial expression. “This is not just a mission, Miles, we are talking about taking dozens of lives!”

His hand drops from his face and he looks at you with exhaustion. “Newsflash sweetheart, but that’s what most military missions boil down to.”

You go silent for a second before scoffing, unable to tell him he’s wrong. “That does not mean it’s right.”

Your eyes meet his, and they beg Miles to show mercy. “There are children there, babies. Defenseless creatures who have no idea that there’s any conflict going on.”

His jaw tightens. Babies. An image flashes through his mind of you holding your own little bundle of joy, your face radiating as you smile. He almost grimaces, realizing his brain truly has been turned into mush by you.

A chair scrapes over the ground as he pulls it back to sit down, the screen of your device still flickering on the table. He braces himself. “Well, then at least they won’t know what hits them.”

Disgust washes over you at Miles’s words. You try to convince yourself he doesn’t mean it, that he’s just bluffing. You have been with him for over half a year now, he couldn’t be like this.

You find the ring around your finger, anxiously twisting it around as you once again reassure yourself. He may not be a kind man, but he’s not this either.

“Don’t be like that,” your voice comes out just above a whisper. “What if it was our child?”

His gaze flicks from your face to your stomach briefly before he painfully balls his hand into a fist, putting it on the table in front of him. “We don’t have one.”

“For god's sake, Miles!” you hiss and move closer to him, staring down at him with panicked eyes. “But what if we did? What if it was our child in there?!”

You want him to say something, anything that shows that he would care. He swallows, throat bobbing.

“Then I would them to get the fuck of there before they get nuked.”

The last bit of hope on your face disappears. As you look into his hard, cold eyes, you see that he is not bluffing, and you wonder how you ever saw any warmth in them at all.

You do not want to cry, but at the prospect of losing everything you love in a matter of days, your resolve stands no chance.

Hot tears stream down your face as you shake your head, desperation washing over you. “Don’t do this, Miles. I will beg you if that pleases you. I will get on my knees and beg till my voice is gone if that means you won’t go through with this.”

Your hand finds his face, reaching out to that man who cuddled you when you couldn’t sleep, to the one who would laugh with you, the one you love.

“You are asking me to betray humankind,” Miles says, his voice strained.

“No,” you reply quickly, eyes flicking over his expression and trying to read the hint of something in his voice. “I am asking you to at the very least be neutral. You would neither fight the Na’vi nor support them. We could go away until this is all over.”

You smile weakly at him, the corners of your mouth twitching under the stress. “We could go back to earth, get married, start a family. We’ll leave all this behind.”

It’s a tempting offer, his throat feeling closed up as he takes it in. Just the two of you, a normal, simple life. No more fighting, no more danger. He’d get the family that he never thought he’d have.

“No.”

Your hand falls as his answer hits you, betrayal written all over your face.

Miles loves you, but he can’t do it. He is not the type to pull back, can’t betray the military he has served for so many years. Sempre fi. The words have to bring him strength, comfort, but they pale at the sight of pure hurt on your face.

“No,” he says again, both to you and himself.

Your mind reels. Does he not even care that all you had will be over? And for what? Honor? Duty? All a heap of shit in your eyes.

The deep breath you’ve been holding comes out shaky, more tears falling from your eyes. Your fingers fumble with taking his ring off, and you glance down at it one more time. Your heart throbs painfully in your chest, the tension inside you rising as you realize you will be on opposing sides. It all builds and sears before something snaps, and you let out a strangled cry, throwing the now useless piece of metal in his lap.

“I won’t need this anymore then!” you yell, but all he does is watch, not even bothering to catch the ring as it slips down the front of his shirt and clatters to the ground.

He had never been meant for marriage, he thinks. Perhaps it was better if it crashed and burned now.

You heave at his lack of response. “Say something you fucking bastard!”

The muscles in Miles’s neck tense as he cocks his head to the side, producing a forced grin. “It’s been fun, sweetheart.”

The patronizing tone of his voice has your cheeks burning, feeling like an absolute fool. He had strung you along, used you. He would’ve never done anything for you that didn’t benefit him.

You storm off without another word. Miles Quaritch had turned out to be exactly the man everyone thought he was, you had just been too blinded by love to see it.

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Blood slowly trickles down into Miles’s eye, his teeth grinding down on one another as he balls his fists. Jake Sully. The man stands in front of him in his Avatar form, hissing ferally. Jake had taken you with him, flown off with you to god knows where and dragged you into this war. Quaritch’s blood boils at the notion. Whether you wear his ring or not, you are his, and he had locked you away for your own good. Sully had no right to interfere with that.

“Where is she?” Miles shouts, the knife of his AMP suit raised up in defense.

Jake shakes his head, teeth bared. “Gone. Shot down by one of your soldiers.”

No. Miles growls in anger at the lie. He had given orders to take you in alive, had spread both your human and Avatar picture out to every soldier he could reach. He glances back to the unit placed nearby. If your Avatar did get shot, you’d be in there, in pain, but very much alive. You wouldn’t have been foolish enough to run back out as a human, right?

“Come on old man.”

You had beckoned him towards you with your hand, your knuckles covered with hand wraps. You barely ever worked out, but had not hesitated to accept his challenge. Land one hit on him and he’d agree to take a little trip on Pandora with you. You were bold, Miles would give you that, but your skills were lacking. There were dozens of holes in your defense as you stood, and before you could even react, he had knocked you to the ground.

But you didn’t give up, oh no, using any measures to work your way out from under him and get back in the fight, yelling ‘again!’. You would not give up until you couldn’t go anymore.

The waver in Miles’s attention allows Jake an opening, grabbing a discarded metal piece with a knife-like end from the ground and charging his enemy with it. It pierced right through the front of Miles’s AMP suit, the sharp end only an inch removed from his face. His mind shifts to full on survival mode as he tears the hunk of metal out of his suit, the suffocating air of Pandora quickly starting to seep in. The glass in front of him is useless now, barely anything visible through the scattered pieces, and so he presses a button to eject it out of its frame. He scrambles to put on the emergency oxygen mask as his heart beats fast in his chest from the lack of air.

Sully won’t give up without a fight either, uncaring that he possesses no weapons as he charges the Colonel. He puts up one hell of a fight too, the mechanic suit struggling to withstand his blows and pulls, the metal creaking when Jake attempts to rip pieces of it off. When he’s purged on top of the AMP suit, Miles sees an opportunity, grabbing him by the braid that protects his queque.

Jake groans in pain as he’s smashed down to the ground, the grip on his braid unwavering as he’s dragged around. Miles raises Jake up, intending to crush his throat till it’s mush in the suit’s fingers. He would pay for what he had done.

“Stop!”

The voice rings loud through Miles’s head.

“Stop! Miles!”

His eyes snap away from his enemy, widening as he sees you. Your Avatar form is bloodied but not gravely wounded, the warpaint on your face matching those of the rest of the Na’vi he’s seen. You move towards him, slow but agile, your long tail sweeping behind you. The way your big, yellow eyes watch him disturbs him. There’s something so familiar in them, carrying that same twinkle as your own, but the rest of you is completely alien.

“Miles.” Your voice beckons him, makes him forget for just a moment where he is.

He doesn’t let go of Jake as you come closer, in fact he makes no move at all. Miles realizes that even in this odd form, he’s relieved to see you. These days without you had been torture, the Colonel laying awake every night, kicking and hitting walls out of frustration as he could find no way to get to you.

As you inch towards him, he wonders if you’re going to try to convince him to come with you again. Though he did not want to admit it, this battle was finished, so if there was ever a moment to give into your request, it was now, his own harsh breathing signaling he could not go on for much longer.

You glance from him to Jake, watching your friend struggle in his grip. Miles notices how your pupils dilate when they flick back to him. A sign of affection as you once told him. You still love him, even after all he did.

Maybe- Maybe he should go with you, perhaps it wasn’t -

Within the blink of an eye, you have jumped onto his suit, crying out as you drive a dagger through his chest.

-too late.

Miles’s eyes open wide in shock as he stumbles back, letting go of Jake in the process. His mind is unable to catch up with what just happened. You had stabbed him, and he shakes his head weakly in disbelief as you stare at him. You wouldn’t do that, you wouldn’t… he feels his brain fogging up as blood seeps from his wound, blurring everything.

Your mouth opens to reveal your fangs as you pull your dagger back out of Miles with a wet squelch, causing him to stutter as he coughs up blood. You aren’t hissing, no, instead your face has warped into a pained grimace. Your weapon instantly drops to the ground, tears forming in your eyes. He’s confused as to why you look so sad, his grip on reality slipping as he bleeds out. The harsh sunlight blurs your surroundings, and for a moment he thinks you are back in his room, your human face framed so beautifully by your hair as you smile at him.

An attempt at your name leaves his lips as his knees give in, the suit going down with him. There’s too much blood and spit flowing from his mouth for you to understand what he’s saying, his face quickly becoming stained with it as it flows through his mask. In his mind he said it. He said your name, said that he loves you, that he’s sorry.

Your shaky hand cups the back of Miles’s neck, propping him up slightly. Your tears drip down on his mask as you silently weep, watching as the color in his face continues draining until his eyes go vacant. His body sputters in your grasp once more, a last impulse from the nervous system, and then he hangs limp, the Colonel long gone.

You tell yourself you had no choice as you stare into his empty, blue eyes. He would not have stopped. You had given him a way out and instead he destroyed and killed everything in his way. He would’ve fought for the humans till his last breath. This had to happen. Didn’t it? Didn’t it?! You pull his lifeless body up, holding it against yours as a choked scream leaves your throat. You had never felt pain this sharp.

It’s not until you feel Jake’s hand shaking you by the shoulder that you realize that you’ve been holding Miles’s lifeless body for god knows how long, your throat sore from weeping. Your body feels cold and stiff, shaking as Jake helps you put down Miles.

You know you have to leave, but before you do, you start searching for his dog tags, patting down his uniform. What you find instead is something that makes your blood run cold, your fingers tracing the outline of a ring in the chest pocket of his jacket. It’s so tiny in your hands as you pull it out, holding it as if it were made of glass. He had carried it around on his heart ever since you gave it back to him.

A sad smile forms on your trembling lips and you press the ring against them.

I love you too, Miles. I’m sorry.

#miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #atwow #avatar the way of water #avatar #atwow x reader #miles quaritch fic #miles quaritch x you #tw: death #angst #miles x reader

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christinarowie332 · 5 months

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life of the party

(sturniolo triplets x oc fan-series)

chapter 1

“college will be different”

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starting college was a fresh start for mackenzie , one that she needed . growing up as the quiet grungy girl with messy eyeliner and outlandish style didn’t get her very high on the popularity chain . what it did get her was fans , and an amazing musical taste . in high school she preformed gigs in downtown Boston , her peers from Revere didn’t manage to find her in the dirty bars downtown so she was able to blow off the steam by screaming into a mic and ripping the guitar to a crowd . slowly , she grew an instagram following of 100k , then followed the stares of people in high school , then the names . “yo that’s the famous chick” “yo can u shout me out” “who even is she ? is she new?” . anybody else would probably get an ego from this but god did she hate it . thank god college would be different.

the journey to boston was one she knew like the back of her hand , getting to college alone however … this was not something she preplanned . with her guitar on her back , along with her backpack filled to the brim , getting onto a train was quite literally impossible, the busy carriage filled with sweaty bodies and anxious freshmen is enough to give anybody a headache . so mac did what any sane person would do ? blast deftones full blast .

with her music ,the journey was quick , and in what felt like seconds she found her way infront of saint auburn itself . it’s only until she sees the large sign it hits her . she made it . the summer heat in the train carriage made her brown locks stick to the sweat on her neck . so after taking off the leather jacket , and folding it over her arm , she takes the large claw clip from her bag and twists the messy strands together , fastening it away from her face . her slight heeled boots click against the pavement as she makes her way through her new home , passing the people playing live music down the hallway , or the kids making out against the elevator.

“excuse me?” she says quietly , looking towards the blonde boy with his tongue down another shorter boys throat , gripping his neck as he leans against the metal doors . she gets no answer , the loud strums of guitars and muffled bass from the classrooms near drown out her voice . she purses her lips and turns on her heels , looking around the busy hallway for a second elevator , or possibly some stairs , not wanting to get into an awkward interaction with the two behind her .

she finds no other way up to her dorm , so she turns back around , swallowing her pride and accepting that she was going to have to have a conversation with them .

turning around she was met with just the blonde boy looking at her . she blinked a few times at the surprise , noticing his sharp cheekbones and jawline , his fluffy bleached hair falling over his blue eyes . “can i help you?” his voice was emotionless , a stark difference to his face displaying a very openly annoyed expression.

“sorry, i’m just trying to get to the elevator….” she replies , nodding to the elevator behind him . his eyebrows furrow and he double looked behind him ,realising what she’s talking about . “oh fuck my bad dude , i thought u were just being a weirdo i didn’t even notice sorry!” his face lights up as he talks , kindness literally bleeding from his words , mac can’t help but smile as he defends himself and rambles ….. still not moving ….. “shit sorry ! yeah” he continues, pressing the button and getting into the elevator gesturing her to follow .

“thanks” she says as she makes it in the cold metal box , sending him a tight lipped smile and adjusting the guitar and bag on her back . “sorry about that , i got carried away . do u play ?” the blonde boy asks , pointing towards said guitar . “uh yeah i play bass , do you ?” the girl replies pressing the button for her floor .

“uh yeah i do , we’ll not bass but i dabble” he shrugs his shoulders , smiling at him own words . “i’m nick by the way” he continues .

“mac , or mackenzie”

“nice to meet u mac” nick replies as the elevator door opens .

college will be different .

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boring chapter but i am literally writing chapter 2 rn , this was just a cute lil intro and i want nick to be a big part in this story .

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theconfusedacorn · 22 days

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Okay, completely self serving Hazbin OC content, because I NEEDED to draw this out:

(*This is NOT a ship, to be clear. Just random OC stuff.*)

Long ramble about these two:

Basically, after discovering their mutual HATERED for Adam, particularly now that he has been reincarnated as a sinner, these two start getting closer. They further bond over their weird, murdery moral codes and similar life experiences. I wouldn't call them "friends", but they spar together to blow off steam, and also just for fun.

Turns out, despite appearing like the average sinner, Singe is SHOCKINGLY powerful. Much like Alastor, she fell into hell with a disproportionate level of power (she doesn't really know why), though unlike him, she had no desire to deal in souls, so her power never grew like his did. Still, she can put up a decent fight against the Radio Demon. He could still snap her like a twig if he really wanted to, but for the time being, she makes for good company. Truth be told, Alastor thinks she's rather intriguing.

Now- Alastor can beat her MAGICALLY, but could he actually take Singe hand to hand? She practically grew up fighting, so not easily, but I think he probably could. I don't imagine Alastor packs that much of a punch, but he knows how to fight defensively and how to leverage someone's weaknesses. Also, he's got AT LEAST a solid 2 feet on her, so yeah... He would probably still win.

Also- yes. She knows about his tail. Other than Rosie, probably Husk, and (begrudgingly) Vox, she is the only person who knows. As a fellow tail-haver, she's gets why he hides it (she unfortunately can't do the same), and assures him she won't tell anyone.

Despite being friendly, Singe is still quite cautious about Alastor. She knows his reputation, and though she doesn't hold his murderous life against him, his time down in hell is a different story. He's still an overlord, and she knows from experience: You don't become an overlord by making friends.

Anyways, I got swept up in the inspiration, this is completely for me and no one else, but shhhhhhhhhhhh-

#art #character art #digital art #hazbin hotel #oc art #oc #digital illustration #artists on tumblr #hazbin hotel oc #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #hazbin art #comic #?

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svngiem-remade · 1 year

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TAKEOUT | scb

🧸 pairing. seo changbin + gn!reader

synopsis. an accidental pizza party sized order in the middle of the night may have actually been a blessing in disguise.

🌙 wc. 1.8k | au. idol!changbin, neighbors to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, crack, reader is implied to be shorter than binnie (sorry tall readers, ily), mention of obscene gestures, though they are not described

Pizza— that was all you could think about all day.

You wanted— no, scratch that— you NEEDED those carbs and grease in your system, NEEDED to munch on your favorite toppings and drink some soda while watching a drama on your TV as a celebration for finishing all of your college exams early— though, what you didn't expect was to have accidentally ordered FIVE party sized pizzas, “Look, I—I just made a mistake! Plus, it’s too much for only one person, they’ll just go to waste.” you explained to the pizza delivery man standing in front of you, who sighed in exasperation.

“Mx, I'm sorry to hear that, but, again, I cannot take these back. I wish you a nice rest of the evening.” he politely smiled and quickly set the stack of rectangular pizza boxes on your extended arms before sprinting down the flight of stairs of your apartment complex.

You wobbled back into your apartment and placed the boxes on your kitchen counter, a loud huff leaving your lips as you looked at them intently, “It’s too late to ask anyone to come over anyways.” you grumbled, realizing it was almost two in the morning and all of your friends were for sure either asleep in their beds or studying for their finals. You puffed your cheeks in annoyance and opened one of the boxes to take a slice out, sinking your teeth in it after blowing off some of the steam, “This is so good, oh my God—” you gushed with your mouth full, happily chewing the food as you momentarily forgot about your problem.

“Oh, pizza.” a voice you knew quite well murmured as it went right past your door, the familiar clinking of the owner of that voice’s keys and subsequent unlocking of the front door of his shared apartment made you widen your eyes and drop the slice you were holding inside the box, rushing to open your own front door.

“Hey, Ji!” you called out, making him turn his head towards you with a gasp.

“What the—” he half-shouted before clasping a hand over his mouth, realising a moment too late that it was too deep into the night to be making that kind of noise.

You giggled as you slid your outside flip-flops on your bare feet, quickly walking towards your neighbor, and close friend, Jisung, “Are the others home?” you asked once in front of him, peeking inside his seemingly quiet apartment when he slightly cracked open the door.

“Yes, Chan’s partner is sleeping over tonight, though. Why?” he inquired, tilting his head with a slight furrow of his brows.

Your face lit up, thinking you finally had a way out of eating the same food for the next two weeks or so, “Oh, even better!” you exclaimed, “I kind of ordered too much pizza and I was wondering if you wanted to come over to have some?” you asked in a pleading tone, looking up at him with puppy eyes.

Jisung’s face beamed, and he showed you his gummy smile, “Ayo— Is that even a question?! Of course! We’ll be there in five!” he sang, lightly pinching your cheek before opening the door wider for him to step inside his apartment.

You circled his wrist, stopping him, “Thank you, but don’t feel like you have to do this just because we’re friends! I know you all have a strict diet to follow, and what if everyone is already sleepin—” you rambled, though he just shook his head with a smile.

“We’d all be crazy if we turned down pizza, plus, I assure you, no one is sleeping right now, so no need to worry.” you unclasped your hand from around his wrist, feeling reassured you weren’t bothering them with your request, “Now go home and wait for us, we’ll bring some drinks!”

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And just like that, the relaxing night you’d been planning and dreaming to have for days flew out the window— however, you didn’t really mind. You finally had the chance to grow closer to your friend’s flatmates and one of their partners, though the one you wanted to spend your time with the most apparently was still at the gym, which resulted in you drinking the beer they’d brought from their apartment with a small pout, eyes fixed on one of the paintings you’d recently hung up on your living room wall that definitely needed to be replaced as soon as possible.

Jisung, who was sitting next to you on your couch, nudged your arm, “How did this even happen though?” he asked, pointing to the boxes of takeout pizza you’d ordered, most of it completely annihilated by your guests minutes after they’d walked inside your apartment.

You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant as you felt your cheeks warm up due to embarrassment, “At first, I thought the delivery guy confused my order with that of someone else, however, the more I thought about it, the more I think I may have accidentally pressed the number 5 instead of 1 while ordering on the app—” you explained, just to be interrupted by Hyunjin’s and Jisung’s loud laughter. You scowled, looking at Chris and his partner's amused faces in front of you, both of them clearly trying to hold back their laughs, “Stop making fun of me! I’m already embarrassed as is!”

“Sorry, it’s just SO funny. Like, HOW do you manage to press 5 instead of 1? They’re like an ocean apart—” Jisung chuckled, holding his stomach with his hands from how much he was laughing when a knock on your front door interrupted him. You immediately shot up on your feet, your heart thumping against your ribcage as you quickly walked towards the door, ignoring the annoying kissy sounds your friends were making from behind you.

You nervously ran a hand through your hair, trying to adjust it as well as you could, quickly fixing your shirt and clearing your throat before turning the key and opening the door, “Oh, hi Bin!” you grinned, your lips and throat immediately going dry at the sight before you— a fluffy-haired Changbin, who’d clearly just gotten out of the shower, a tight black t-shirt and knee-length shorts on and a bright smile on his lips. You’d had the blessing of seeing him like that many times before, but you knew you could never get tired of it.

“Hi Sugar, do you still have some food for me?” he asked as your cheeks warmed up at how he called you, a name he’d been using instead of yours for around a month now— you could still remember how you almost fainted when you heard him refer to you as Sugar for the first time.

You chewed your bottom lip and nervously reached forward to take his hand in yours, pulling him into your apartment and closing the door. Butterflies started flying in your stomach like crazy when he squeezed your hand with a shy smile on his lips, “Of course, Binnie!” you uttered, tugging at his hand as a sign for him to follow you to the kitchen as you side-eyed your friends in the living room making obscene gestures at you two.

Walking into the kitchen, you noticed Changbin widening his eyes at how much was on the counters, “I set aside for you three slices for each topping— if you’d like anything else to eat or drink though, my fridge is yours!” you beamed at him as you played with his fingers, refusing to let his hand go— which he didn’t seem to mind since he lightly pulled you closer to his side.

After some pondering, he picked up the slice with the salami topping, and a big bite later, he loudly gasped at how good it tasted. “Woah— this tastes amazing!” he exclaimed with his mouth full, turning his head to face you with crescent eyes as he munched, now on his second slice. You smiled and slightly moved to your side to comfortably lean on the kitchen counter behind you, slowly intertwining your hand with his.

“I’m h—happy you like it.” you stuttered out, giggling nervously when you realized he had noticed it by his soft chuckle. You puffed your cheeks and looked straight in front of you, trying to avoid his penetrating gaze—though you miserably failed when he moved to his side, his body and face now in front of you.

“But do you know what I bet tastes even better than that, Sugar?” he asked lowly as he stepped forward, colliding his torso with yours and brushing his index under your chin, tilting your head up to meet his eyes.

“What?” you gulped, your eyes bouncing from his lips to his dark pupils quickly, your heart beating so fast you thought it was going to fall out when he slowly leaned his head down and brushed his plump lips against yours, his hand moving up to cradle the side of your face as his shaky breath hit your parted lips, your eyes locked in his.

You thought you were about to ascend when his soft petals brushed against yours, your hand moving to rest on his waist as he gently pressed his lips onto yours— however, the universe didn't seem to be on your side today, again, “Oh my god, they’re KISS—” because who else, but the drama queen himself could’ve walked into the room at the worst possible time, for the fourth time in a row?

Changbin squeezed his eyes shut, slightly leaning away from your lips, “Not again—” he grumbled, opening his eyes to look into yours with an annoyed glint in them, which you mirrored.

“Shut the f*ck up!” Jisung rushed to drag your friend out of the room, who was yelling out apologies over apologies, “Sorry, go on! Do your thing over there!” the younger said, lecturing Hyunjin for his repeated moment killer behavior— or at least, that’s what you thought was happening in the living room, given that your attention was once again completely monopolized by the man in front of you.

You squeezed his waist as you licked your dry lips and stated, “You still haven’t told me what you bet tastes better.”

Changbin smirked before murmuring, “You.” crashing his lips against yours so desperately that it took your breath away. You moved in sync, almost as if you’d done that countless times before, your shy tongue swiping on his lower lip slowly to taste him, his teeth nibbling and sucking on yours the following second before dipping his hot muscle inside your mouth to explore it for the first time, his thumb stroking your cheek gently as he let out a satisfied hum, “I knew it. Sweet like sugar.” he said with a grin, staring at your flushed face and puffy lips, both of you trying with all your might to ignore the loud cheers coming from the living room.

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sabtovs · 1 year

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~Hawks dating headcanons~

(Black female reader)

18+ minors dni

Just a song I recommend:

Genre: SFW+NSFW

SFW:

If you do something wrong this guy will tease you about it till there is steam coming out of your ears💀

If you take a shower without him he will fr non stop pouting. 'Keigo sometimes I need to take a shower by myself' 'hmph'

The first time you asked him to help you take out your twist's/braids he was putting knots in your hair everywhere. (He apologized like 1billion times lol). But he always tries his best to help you

Whenever he sees you in public dude will fr grab your waist and lift you up to fly with him

If he catches you staring at him for a while he will pose and say "am I that beautiful" them blow a kiss.

Whenever he has the chance he will kiss you everywhere and say "your chocolate skin is so beautiful".

If your sitting down on the couch doing a manspread he'll sit between your legs expecting you to

He always helps with the chores if you say your to tired to do so. Though the only downside is he doesn't know how to fold crop tops💀

If you just start rambling about something random even if it's the most boring thing alive he will still try his best to listen.

Whenever he notices your having a bad day he will crack the cringiest dad jokes but the way he says it is what makes the joke funny.

Is your personal heater. Once he was cuddling you for way to long and you were slick with sweat from his body heat but was to afraid to say so

Always likes to pester you by leaving scarlet feathers in every corner of the house.

Is always little spoon while sleeping. Sometimes his head is in between your tatas

If your rocking an outfit he will hype you up till you get tired of it.

NSFW:

He loves your brown nipples. He will nip, suck and tweak them until they're almost a shade of red.

Solid 6 inches🥵

He enjoys 69 because then he can tease you about the fact he made you come 3times already meanwhile you barley made him come once.

He always jokes about breeding you while pounding into your soaked cunt

He loves when you bounce in his cock. Could literally come at the sight of your tits shaking and hearing your sweet moans of pleasure

Ass eater🌚

If you piss him off he will either never let you come or make you cum like 6 times.

At times he will let you be dom he really doesn't mind just whatever you perfer

Big fan of darcyphilia💀 he will not stop until your eyes are burning with tears. (If it becomes to much he will stop)

Favorite places are shower and kitchen.

Always down for roleplay.

He has 100% put whip cream on your cunt and nipples then sucks on it likes his last meal

Leaves hickeys all over your body.

Once he walked into Victoria Secret face redder than a tomato just looking to find some lingerine he can fuck you in.

Whenever he throat fucks you he pushes your head till it reaches his balls. And instead of Cumming in your mouth he always dumps it on your tits.

Most of the time it's always you taking the lead because when he's doing work you make your way under the table to deep throat his cock so he can spill his load in your mouth

Loves when your Dom and start sucking on his perk nipples

At the start he will degrade the shit out of you if you cum fast. but during like the 3rd orgasm he will give you all the praise he can.

After a really hot night in the morning he always thigh fucks you knowing ur pussy is to overestimulated to handle his cock.

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Chapter 26: Refreshment

During the Clone Wars, the Bad Batch is tasked with a variety of missions across the galaxy. An unexpected addition to their team throws a wrench in the mix, particularly for Tech, who finds a particular connection with this disillusioned Padawan-turned-mechanic named Vel throughout the events in this action-adventure romance. COVER ART BY @zaana!!

Master List of Chapters

One particular afternoon a week later took them both by surprise when they found a suddenly free schedule for both of them on an unbelievably beautiful planet. It was much-needed, as they had been getting at each other's throats after a long period of time with grueling hours and increasingly difficult objectives. Wrecker and Crosshair both had become even more caustic than usual in cutting off Tech's rambling, and he had seemed to lack his usual spark. Hunter seemed like an exhausted parent, trying to maintain the focus of the other three despite the conflicts that cropped up out of nowhere. It was definitely time for a break.

The team was grateful for the space, and each found his own way to rest and rejuvenate. Tech's, oddly enough, was to invite Vel on a hike. The opportunity to enjoy time with him made it a no-brainer for her, although she wondered if his personal way of blowing off steam was to retreat into nature or to engage in strenuous physical activity. Regardless, it started off full of warm and fuzzy feelings and adorable flirtation as they walked enthusiastically along a rocky precipice.

After a few hours, however, the euphoria was wearing off. Vel could have sworn that Tech had crossed his own path at least three times, and she would have placed a hefty wager on the odds that he was lost. She hadn't thought it possible, if she was honest, and found herself beginning to form some strategies of how to best get back to the ship. The sun had dipped below the horizon a while ago, and the beauty of the purple sky had faded until everything was cast in a murky grey tone that made it difficult to see. Tech continued winding his way up a steep hill, and the burn in Vel's calves and quads was reaching a disproportionately uncomfortable level.

"You... uhh..." she began, running into Tech's back as he stopped abruptly in front of her. He was facing her in a flash, eyes warm behind their golden lenses.

"I am not lost, if that is causing any apprehension," he stated, causing her to marvel at his anticipation of her concerns. His brothers teased him and called him a robot at times, but his emotional intelligence was just as sharp as his intellect; he just had different thresholds of when and how to apply it. "Do you trust me?" he asked pertly.

"I mean, I trust your character, and I know you're endlessly smart..." Vel began, a smile breaking through her mock seriousness. "Yes! Yes," she laughed as his eyes widened and he puffed himself up for a thorough address of her statements. "I trust you, Tech." She intended to say it plainly, but there was a soft admission to it that surprised her, and it didn't go unnoticed that it sent a wave of warm affection through Tech as well.

"Good," he said, swallowing a bit harder than usual before turning to continue up the path. She followed behind, soaking up the beauty of the rich landscape as well as the decidedly toned butt in front of her that had clearly been sculpted well by soldier training and extracurricular Noghri combat forms. It was still holding her attention when the ground leveled out beneath her feet and a chilly breeze brushed her cheeks and hair. It wasn't until Tech stopped, holding an arm out to block her from continuing, that she jerked her head up to take in the new surroundings.

They were on top of a mountain, or so it seemed. She could see for miles in every direction, above the tops of the trees that were scattered about on every side, and she gasped when she noticed that there was more to it -- a motley collection of fabric and pillows had been arranged into a makeshift bed in the middle of the clearing, and a few emergency glow orbs had been illuminated on the edges of the blankets. Her mind took a flying leap, and she gawked at him, wildly aroused yet reeling in disbelief.

"What... what's all this?" she stuttered, another wave of heat blooming through her as he turned his golden eyes back to her.

"This planet is notorious for meteor showers due to its... Never mind, that is extraneous information... There is a meteor shower tonight--"

"Hey," Vel said softly, angling her body to face him fully. It was part of the subconscious body language they'd developed with one another, inviting vulnerability and connection without directness or pressure. She couldn't hold back, reaching out to take his gloved hands in her own. The slump of his shoulders seemed especially pronounced, whether from fatigue or something else on his mind, and she took a step closer, brushing her thumbs along his knuckles beneath the armor plate. "Some of the best stuff is extraneous," she murmured, tilting her head coaxingly. Her heart skipped a beat as his eyes softened, and he bent to remove his helmet, tucking it under one arm and returning his hand to hers.

"This planet's atmosphere has a fascinatingly unique variation in the density of the layers of which it is composed. They allow debris to descend further toward the surface before they burn up completely, which makes for spectacular visual events. I believe most planets call it a meteor shower, despite the inaccuracy of the name considering the content of the objects causing the blazes of light, but regardless... It can be an enchantingly pleasant phenomenon to observe."

His eloquence sparkled like flecks of water that turned into diamonds as they caught the sun atop a cresting wave. Sometimes it wasn't the best time or place for it, but she could never understand how he was mocked for it. "That sounds amazing," she said honestly, feeling the heat rise in her face as her eyes returned to the bed in the clearing.

"The temperature is expected to drop significantly over the next few hours, and the prime viewing time is late into the night. Since you lack thermoregulated armor, I wanted to provide a comfortable place for us to watch it together. If you wish, that is."

"Wait, you came all the way up here once already?" Vel asked in disbelief.

"Yes," Tech answered evenly. "I desired to create a fairly romantic scene..." he drifted off, brows coming together as his eyes glazed over a bit, his mind clearly elsewhere running rapid analyses on his plan so far.

"It's gorgeous," Vel said, stifling a shiver as the wind continued to whip at her clothes.

Without another word, Tech beckoned for her to join him on the blankets, arranging the pillows a few different times until he was satisfied that he'd achieved the optimal placement maximum comfort. He watched with a small smile as she sank back into them with a contented sigh, tucked the thick fabric all around her, then shocked and delighted her further by scooting his own body down next to hers. Mere inches separated them, and she was positive he could feel all the yearning she tried so hard to stuff down. He folded his hands on his chest, resting his head on a pillow beside her and tipping his chin up to familiarize himself with the constellations that were beginning to sparkle as the evening gray faded into velvet black.

His proximity was electrifying, and she was equally captivated by the myriad of glittering stars above her as well as the light whiffs of his scent, the little sounds he'd make as he focused or shifted, and the warmth radiating from even behind his plastoid armor that made her want to wrap herself around him. She asked him questions, pointing to the various attractions across the sky and relishing his soothing voice, with all its peaks and valleys, as he shared with restrained enthusiasm. Finally, they fell silent for a while, simply soaking up the sounds of nighttime life all around them.

Vel wasn't sure if it were her imagination or not, but she thought she could hear his heart pounding in his chest. It almost echoed in his armor, and she felt a bit relieved that it matched her own infatuated state. It struck her just how far she'd come from the cynical, hopeless interruption he had first known her as, and she rolled her tongue in her cheek as she thought of the funny way life had of guiding everyone to destinies they would rarely expect.

"Are you nervous?" she asked softly, watching him fidget in response.

"I cannot discern any reason to be."

"That's not what I asked," she said, her voice laced with an affectionate smile. A chuckle escaped Tech's lips, and she could swear even his breath smelled irresistible.

"I predict you will not allow this topic to pass by without a direct answer," he pondered, and Vel sat up on an elbow to peer down at him warmly.

"You are correct."

"Hm," he said, as though judging a famous piece of art and coming away unimpressed. "Yes, I suppose there are elements of nervousness in the current circumstances."

"So you can caress my face when I'm naked except for a towel, but..." Vel teased, laughing as he interrupted her with an accompanying stern glance.

"This is entirely different. But I see the irony. I just find it difficult to choose the right path... to navigate... Hm," he drifted off again, face tightening in puzzlement.

"What if there isn't one right path?" she asked, inching her way toward him with her eyes fixed on his face, watching closely for any discomfort or protest.

"While likely true, it only confounds the situation."

There were no words that had the right blend of snark and understanding, and Vel's attention had moved on to other things, watching his chest rise and fall beneath her. His arms were tucked behind his head, leaving his side exposed in such a way that it called to her to press against it. She slowly nuzzled her head onto his shoulder, resting the side of her forehead against his cheek as she tentatively shuffled sideways to fit her curves along his. Random edges of the armor jabbed here and there, but she didn't care -- she was glowing with joy at his closeness. She rested her palm in the center of his chest plate, fingers tracing idle circles on it as she finished fitting herself around him and rested still. To her surprise and delight, he reached the far hand over, taking her hand in it and cradling it against his heart.

The shooting stars were luminous and awe-inspiring, but the deepest bliss came from the tingly warmth radiating throughout her as Tech's thumb wandered back and forth against her own.

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what's your favorite game of all time?

Oh man that's a tough one. I feel I've answer this before but it was maybe in my previous blog?

Anyway you know me, I ramble a lot, here we go.

I can't really pick one favorite game of all time because I have different things I like games for and that are special to me but for varied reasons.

My top favorite games of all time are still Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, Five Nights at Freddy's and Undertale, with a special mention to Final Fantasy VII.

I am still missing a FNAF tattoo because I still haven't picked exactly what I want, but so far the only games I got on me are Undertale and OOT related.

Lots of ramblings about why below the cut

LOZ OOF is probably up to date the game I've replayed the most times, I just got access to it on the Switch and immediately started a new game file because it's been so long since I last played since setting my Nintendo 64 it's not as easy. I played that game before I could understand enough English to know what was fully happening in the game (I was around 8 when the game came out), more often than not relying on what my parents would translate for me. I just loved going through the story over and over again and wandering a world that felt HUGE at the time. My dream would be a remake of OOT in the style of Breath of the Wild.

I don't think I have found yet another game that makes me go "I want to replay this from the start again" over and over again.

With Five Nights at Freddy's I think it was the game were it down on me that making games as an indie developer was a thing that existed. Sure it's hard to succeed as an indie dev, but it's not impossible, FNAF just lit up a bulb inside my head that made me go "hold up, this is a job I can do?". It is also a game that reminds me to not give up even if my games are not an instant success, it's hard to keep pushing forward because maybe I'll never make a game that is wildly well known, but hey I gotta keep trying, if Scott had given up after all the games he did that failed, then FNAF wouldn't exist and me and a bunch of other people wouldn't have something that makes us very happy.

Plus on top of that, the whole digging around the website for clues on the games and the story was a really fun experience I am happy I had the chance to live.

Finally, Undertale taught me that games can be more. For me games were only a thing that could be fun and I did to pass time and blow off steam, maybe get into really deep stories (FFVII blew my mind in that part) that really made me feel immersed and part of, but at the end of the day a fun activity and nothing more.

Undertale was the first game to move me and affect my life and how I perceived things, I played during a very hard part of my life when I struggled badly with depression, but Undertale message and the simple "You cannot give up yet, stay Determined" struck me hard and helped me see things differently. My first tattoo was the red heart because I wanted to when things got hard, remind myself that I cannot give up yet, because despite everything it's still me, so keep going.

With Undertale I learned games could not also be fun, but also give something to others who played them, sometimes a break from reality, others good old fun, and also help out through hard times and hopefully give them something that makes living a bit more bearable.

I was starting college for game design when Undertale came out, and it was the game that made me realize I wanted to do that too, I want to hopefully one day make a game that helps another person to live life a lil bit happier, give someone that tiny push that we all need sometimes to keep going, I want to make other people happy because life it's hard but it can get better.

So those are my favorite games of all time, and if you read all of that then cheers to you and thank you for going through my ramblings afsh.

#dream answers #anon #ask box #faq #favorite games #long post

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lokiarc64 · 1 year

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Carnival Communication (Claw Communication 2)

“Carnival”

Yang: So how’s your first carnival Weiss?

Weiss: It’s somewhat tolerable.

Yang: I just can’t believe you’ve never been to one of these.

Weiss: Well my childhood wasn’t exactly like others.

Yang: Sheesh way to kill the mood Ice Queen.

Yang: Carnivals are meant to be fun, you gotta let lose and enjoy.

Weiss: You mean like your sister?

Weiss: “Points to Ruby”

Ruby: “Eating massive cotton candy”

Yang: Ruby don’t eat so much!

Ruby: HAHA, You can’t stop me!

Ruby: Nom Nom.

Weiss: “Scoffs”

Weiss: Have some dignity Ruby, your a team leader.

Nora: HEY!

RWY: “Glances at Nora, Ren, & Pyrrha”

Ruby: Hey guys, you’re here too?

Nora: Heck ya, this place is awesome, have you been to that slingshot ride?

Ruby: Yeah, I rode that with Weiss.

Weiss: That was a horrid experience.

Ruby: She screamed a lot.

Weiss: No I didn’t!

Nora: Yeah, Jaune threw up on that ride.

Nora: And the ride before that, and the ride before that, and the ride before that, and th-

Ren: Nora I think they get the point.

Yang: Speaking of, where is Vomit Boy?

Weiss: Yes where is your dunce of a leader?

Yang: Would it kill you to say something nice about the guy.

Weiss: Yes and yes.

Pyrrha: Well Jaune’s taking a break from the rides and playing some of the games.

Nora: He’s really good at them he won me a sloth plushie, soon I will have an army of these.

Ren: Oum, please have mercy when the day comes.

Ruby: Jaune’s good at carnival games?

Nora: Yeah he won Ren and Pyrrha prizes too.

Ren: “Holding Yoshi plush”

Pyrrha: “Holding stuffed bear”

Ren: He didn’t need to spend his lien for us.

Pyrrha: I like them it’s the thought that counts.

Ruby: Oh maybe he can win us prizes like last time.

Ruby: Right Yang?

Yang: 😠😠😠

Yang: “Crosses arms”

Ruby: Oh cmon, your not still mad about last time are you?

Yang (Angrily): I don’t want to talk about it!

Ren: What happened last time?

Ruby: Well Yang spent all her lien trying to-

Yang: “Covers Ruby’s mouth”

Yang: “Eyes red”

Yang: I SAID I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!!!

Jaune: Talk about what?

RWYNPR: “Glance toward Jaune”

Pyrrha: Hello Jaune.

Nora: Fearless Leaders back!

Nora: Did ya get me anything?

Jaune: Actually yes Nora.

Jaune: “Hands Nora sleeping sloth plush”

Nora: He’s so cute.

Nora: “Holding two sloth plushies”

Nora: I’m a proud mother of two.

Jaune: Hope you enjoy that one while you can Nora cause I’m not stopping anytime soon.

Weiss: “Rolls her eyes”

Weiss: Of course someone of your intellect would spend your time playing such childish games.

Jaune: Hey these games are difficult to win, luckily I was taught by my uncle to win each and every kind of carnival game.

Weiss: Please, as if you need actual skills required to win something so simple.

Pyrrha: Sorry to interject but many of these games are difficult in their own ways.

Pyrrha: The fact that Jaune has an understand of each and everyone of them is quite impressive.

Nora: Cause he’s the best!

Weiss: He��s the worst!

Jaune: Alright care to make things interesting?

Weiss: What are you rambling on now?

Jaune: You said it yourself, these games are easy, so if what you said is true then you would have no problem beating me at them.

Jaune: If you beat me in at least one game I’ll be your personal butler for the rest of the school year.

Jaune: But if I win then you have to go on one date with me.

Weiss: That’s absurd.

Nora: But you said it’s easy, so it shouldn’t be that hard.

Jaune: Whose side are you on?

Nora: Meh, which ever one wins.

Nora: Unless your scared Ice Queen.

Weiss: 😠😠😠

Weiss: Fine it’s a deal.

Jaune & Weiss: “Shake hands”

Weiss: Get ready to fix my meals for the rest of the year!

Jaune: We’ll see about that!

Jaune & Weiss: “Walk off”

Nora: She’s gonna regret that.

Yang: Yeah, she has no idea what Jaune is capable of.

Pyrrha: Yang your eyes.

Ruby: Cmon Yang, let’s go to the punching machine to blow off some steam.

Yang: Fine.

Yang (Mumbling): Finally something I’m better at than Vomit Boy.

“Ring toss”

Weiss: Why are there so many dirty bottles?

Jaune: You have to toss these rings onto the bottles, the more bottles you ring the better the prize.

Weiss: Seems simple enough.

Jaune: “Hands booth keeper lien”

Jaune: Two plays please.

Clerk: Right away.

Clerk: “Hands Jaune & Weiss 10 rings each”

Jaune: “Tosses 1st ring which wraps around bottle”

Weiss: If that dolt can do it then so can I.

Weiss: “Tosses 1st ring which misses completely”

Weiss: No need to fret Weiss, it’s only one ring.

“2 Minutes later”

Jaune: “Tossed every ring successfully”

Weiss: “Missed every bottle”

Clerk: Winner

Clerk: “Hands Jaune stuffed scarfed penguin”

Jaune: Thanks mister.

Clerk: “Hands Weiss tootsie roll”

Weiss: What’s this?

Clerk: We hand out pity prizes for losers.

Weiss: 😠😠😠

Jaune: Let’s go to the next game Weiss.

Weiss: Fine!

Weiss (Internally): Mark my word Arc, this is only the beginning.

“Balloon Pop”

Clerk: Step right up, step right up.

Clerk: Pop balloons with three darts to win a prize.

Clerk: You with the blonde hair and adorable hoodie, you wanna test your luck.

Jaune: Yeah me and my friend.

Clerk: Great.

Clerk: It’s 5 lien per person.

Jaune: Hands 10 lien to clerk.

Clerk: “Hands darts to Jaune & Weiss”

Clerk: Rules are what you expect, pop at least 6 balloons and you walk out with a prize.

Weiss: “Throws dart toward red balloon”

“Pop”

Weiss: “Claps hands”

Weiss: “Throws dart toward blue & yellow balloons”

“Pop”

Weiss: Just a few more.

Weiss: “Throws dart toward orange & green balloons”

Weiss: I got close that time.

Weiss: Well that should be enough to put Arc in his place.

Jaune: “Simultaneously popping several balloons with a single dart”

Weiss: 😦😦😦

Clerk: Winner winner chicken dinner!

Clerk: “Hands Jaune pig plush”

Clerk: Do hold it against him little missy some people are just more skilled than others.

Weiss: “Glares”

Weiss: “I will not be humiliated by Arc”

Weiss: “Grabs Jaune”

Weiss: Cmon, I’m surely to best you at the next game.

Jaune: O-Okay.

“Test your strength”

Jaune: This one is pretty self explanatory, just hit the puck and try to ring the bell.

Weiss: So be it.

Jaune: “Pays clerk”

Clerk (Quietly): Good luck ya scrawny bunch.

Jaune: “Hands Weiss hammer”

Jaune: Ladies first.

Weiss: “Scoffs”

Weiss: “Snatches hammer from Jaune”

Weiss: “Strikes puck”

Puck: “Kinda strong”

Weiss: That’s more than enough to beat you.

Jaune: We’ll see.

Jaune: “Takes hammer”

Weiss (Thinking): Please, he can’t even overpower Winchester in combat class I shouldn’t have to worry about-

“Ring”

Clerk: Hmph.

Clerk: Impressive.

Clerk: “Hands Jaune Pikachu plush”

Clerk: Your not as scrawny as you look kid.

Jaune (Confused): Thanks?

“1 Hour Later”

Weiss: How?!?!?

Weiss: How can someone so unbelievably idiotic and childish have such incredible luck?

Jaune: It’s not luck, I just learned about these games from my uncle.

Weiss: Oh well maybe your uncle can teach you how to be a decent huntsman or even better a decent human being.

Jaune: …

Jaune: “Looks down”

Weiss: I’m sorry.

Weiss: I let my emotions get the better of me.

Weiss: I don’t handle losing well.

Weiss: For me I was taught that winning is a necessity for my life, for my name.

Weiss: If I fail I dishonor my family’s name.

Jaune: I’m sorry to hear that.

Weiss: It’s just so frustrating.

Jaune: “Hands Weiss stuffed scarfed penguin”

Weiss: Why are you giving me this?

Jaune: Think of it as a sense of closure.

Jaune: I hug mine when I’m stressed and no ones there to help.

Jaune: It feels like there’s someone there for you when you need it.

Weiss: “Looks at stuffed scarfed penguin”

Weiss: “Hugs stuffed scarfed penguin”

Weiss: Thank you Ar- Jaune.

Weiss: This was admittedly a really fun day for me.

Jaune: Glad to hear that Snow Angel.

Weiss: “Smiles”

Jaune: So about that date?

Weiss: “Rolls eyes”

Weiss: Of course your still on that.

Jaune: “Smiles”

“With the others”

Pyrrha: Hey there something I’ve been wondering for a while now.

Yang: What’s that?

Pyrrha: Where’s Blake?

Yang: We don’t know, she said she was getting lunch but we haven’t seen her since.

“Meanwhile”

Clerk: Test you luck.

Clerk: Scoop up a fish and it’s your to keep.

Clerk: Who’s walking out with a new friend.

Blake: “Looks at gold fish”

Blake: “Licks lips”

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sege-h · 1 year

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Storm the Hedgecat

OC ramble time for my pinned, in case people see him on @sonic-oc-showdown and end up wanting to know more without digging through lots of non context art and shitposts in my Storm tag! (Tho do that if you want anyways)

I’m gonna answer a buncha questions from an ask game now and since it’s kinda long + I might end up rambling anyway, I’m putting the rest under a readmore

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

A long time ago before I was smart enough to know not to name my sonas or give them even a bit of OC backstory or they WILL become their own characters, Storm was meant to be my Sonic-sona. Back then I’d name my sonas Storm, or other words fused with ‘storm’. And since this was Sonic, I just named this one Storm. But it wasn’t long before he wasn’t my sona at all, and developed into his own standalone Sonic OC. But the name stuck.

In universe, his dad named him Storm because his bit of grey fur on blue reminded him of a clear sky with a storm cloud on it

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

In the ‘present’ time, Storm is 35. However due to shenanigans involving experiments, and an accident similar to a small contained super genesis wave, he is stuck forever looking like he did when he was 20, or younger considering he’s always had a baby face.

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

Nope! Storm is acearo, and uninterested in romance! If any poor soul was stuck having a crush on him, he’d be none the wiser as flirting flies right over his head, as do any advances.

He is however a very affectionate person, and likes cuddling and being affectionate with his friends. I’m acearo and uninterested myself, so seeing stories like his where two (or more) people understand each other deeply, and would do anything for each other, and where they get to be affectionate without any of it developing into romance is very important to me

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

Waffles! He has good memories of his dad making them for him, and they have since developed into a comfort food for him

💼 - What do they do for a living?

He doesn’t need to do anything to get by, but he has made a company he kind of semi-runs that he makes very advanced prosthetics with. His patents come with clauses that they can’t go above a certain price, and sometimes he will just give them away to people anyway.

Nobody even knows he’s the owner save for his close circle, and if anyone else does know he’s with the company they think he’s just an engineer and the boss’ personal assistant. He’d prefer it stays that way, since he values his privacy

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

Yes! He participates in underground fights. He gets really frustrated sometimes, and he’d rather blow off steam that way. It also started out as a way for him to earn his own money on the side so he wouldn’t feel like he’s relying entirely on his brother.

He also likes tinkering with machines. It’s a good distraction and something he likes doing. He likes coming up with concepts for weaponized robotic arms (these are never for sale), whether they make it past the blueprints and prototypes depends entirely on if they hold his interest or not. Sometimes he makes ones he actually uses.

He plays guitar whenever the mood strikes also.

🎯 -What do they do best?

In his own opinion? Fighting!

Storm is an individual that isn’t very confident- but the one thing that’s an exception to this are his fighting skills! Even when he loses, he’s not hard on himself over it like with other things, and sees it instead as something that was fun and that he can learn from. He’s also an excellent swordsman

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

Loves:

Fighting/sparring, tinkering with machines, eating homecooked food, cuddling with his closest friends, learning new things about other zones/dimensions and how they’re different from his, playing guitar, listening to friends talk about their interests, listening to loved ones sing, going on motorcycle joyrides with V, driving his truck, causing (non-malicious) chaos- especially in the lives of people he finds annoying

Hates:

Doing mathematical calculations, listening to arrogant people talk, eating spicy stuff, fighting people that were given no choice BUT to fight, looking up at tall people (friends are an exception), being surrounded by water/being on boats, going to the hospital

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Getting to watch/listen to his dad play the guitar just for him. It’s what made him want to learn it himself

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

The day he almost lost his brother. This memory only got worse down the line as he ran into an evil alternate of his- their lives/timelines had been the same up until that point. Storm is all too aware of exactly the moment his alternate chose his path, and that he himself had been seconds away from it, with the only thing saving him and everyone else around him being that his brother took in another breath and came back.

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

It’s pretty close! Artistic growth aside, his quills used to be longer and less messy, his bangs were also less messy, he had no pants, his boots used to be shoes, and he had a triangular bandana. He still had the smaller back quill though, and though you can’t see it here he used to have a huge scar on his chest.

His color scheme has stayed relatively the same, it’s not as pale anymore now that I have a better grasp of colors and coloring digitally

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

The Sonic franchise obv- though he was also made as my first non recolor OC! I’d had plenty of recolor OCs, and I’d had a bit of a pause between making them and Storm. So when I decided to make another OC I decided to finally make one where I wouldn’t be recoloring a Sonic, Tails, or Knuckles base

The current iteration of Storm was inspired by me seeing the GUN truck from Generations in 2011, the one with the saws, and thinking ‘who would drive that truck?’ and then putting my blorbo in the drivers seat

Here’s a character inspiration meme I did some months ago that also puts together some of his inspirations-- not all of these are direct inspirations and are rather characters I found later on that were similar to Storm and that I could point to for people to better understand him like ‘see this thing this character does? That’s what Storm’s like’

(I’ve since watched the original ‘98 Trigun anime, and Vash would DEFINITELY go on there now. I didn’t know anything about him before, but there’s just so many parallels between him and Storm)

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

I don’t really slot my OCs into genres, since I feel like that can get pretty limiting for me. Like I could say shonen, but even that only fits as far as ‘character getting stronger as the story progresses, also seemingly has willpower and friendship powers’

Maybe whatever Trigun ‘98 has going on?? SHDGSH A mix of tragedy and comedy, a story about a seemingly goofy that’s more than he seems, from his life to his skillset

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

Storm is cis but doesn’t care much for any gender roles or how he presents himself, and he’s acearo!

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

He has no biological siblings, but has a few that are either adoptive siblings or adoptive sibling adjacent! Exe (who belongs to rMADA on FA) and is his oldest adoptive family (though Storm no longer remembers the early years before he met Exe again)

V (who belongs to riftclaw on here and is also part of the tournament!)- they both consider each other ‘pack’, but there’s enough sibling energy here that Storm can introduce himself like either Vs brother or weird sibling if it’s easier.

Luka (who also belongs to riftclaw) who he tends to have sibling “arguments” with a lot, even though at the end of the day they’ll cuddle together (while still “arguing”). It lets Luka let out a lot of pent up energy, and Storm finds the whole thing hilarious and to be familiar territory so he’s more than happy to play along

He also has a couple alternates that he’s ran into, or will run into along the course of his story, that he considers his brothers.

He has a whole adoptive family, but these are the people that he’d label ‘siblings’ if he has to put any label on them, though that they’re family is enough for him.

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

OUGH. Storm’s relationship with his dad was shaping up to be a great one, before it was cut short in a tragic accident during a training session with Exe. Atos was a great dad. He wanted his son to have everything he couldn’t have as a child- normalcy, love, and no expectations that could never be met.

After he died, things went downhill fast with Storm’s mom. Storm’s terrified of her to this day even though she’s no longer alive either.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

How long he’s stuck around, and how I can use him as an experiment to try out new art styles because I’m just so used to drawing him.

Story-wise I like that he can zone hop/travel dimensions, because I can fling him at whatever setting feels fitting, along with him meeting new people being no problem

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

TOO MUCH PROBABLY. Even when I don’t do serious art I like doing little doodles of him with stuff that pops into my head.

He’s the character I draw the most, and the character I write about the most

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

NOPE not the main version of him. There Is a verse where he’s ended up dead. But his main verse story hasn’t had him die

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

LORT for someone that flings himself at danger whenever he sees fit, he also fears a lot.

He’s terrified of deep water. He CAN swim, but would prefer not to. He’ll swim in the shallows if he has to cool off badly, but deep water makes him panic.

He’s afraid of clowns and also puppets He’s afraid of needles

Not quite a phobia, but he hates the sound of loud wind, especially when he knows a blizzard is happening outside.

He’ll panic if he wakes up to the sound of a drill

He hates the smell of whiskey

And again not a phobia, but a trigger- it’s activated if he’s sparring someone and they rest their foot on his back while he’s already down. It has to do with the day he lost his arm

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

He doesn’t quite have any! If anyone considers him a rival, it’s pretty one sided because he’s oblivious to it

His arch nemesis was the guy that took his arm, but through story progression he became his rival, and now their relationship is more of a friendship that neither will admit to. They’re sparring partners. Storm likes to annoy him

(Art by rMADA/Xx_G.U.N_xX on FA)

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

Since 2011! I THINK I made the first iteration of him in either late 2010 or early 2011. But then Sonic Generations came out with THAT TRUCK, and me and my friends started doing a silly GUN Agent chat rp. So I made an au of Storm called ‘Agent Storm’ that drove the be-buzzsaw’d GUN truck. But then as the story progressed, I began to adore that version of the character so he just became the main verse for him

His story has remained fairly same-ish. Even though at the start you can see a definitive sign of that good ol ‘teenager writing angst’ type of story, I’ve left it fairly intact. I’ve only changed parts that were like ‘yeah this is too much’ or where I just couldn’t fit in some characters or storylines anymore. I like having it as a sort of timeline to how my storytelling has developed

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?

17!

SOME EXTRA FUN FACTS:

-Storm was the one that added the buzzsaws and jet boosters to the GUN truck. They didn’t let him do much but transport cargo, so he started reading up on engineering and robotics and tinkering in the abundance of spare time he had. He added those thing to the truck out of boredom, and didn’t think he’d ever really use them- cargo transport is rarely ever that exciting.

But then he was in the middle of a drive when he heard over the comms that Sonic the Hedgehog had escaped captivity near his area and. Well. The rest is history

-He’s since left GUN and stolen took the truck. He and his brother Exe have formed their own team through which they feel they can help the world more. Part of their activities include tracking down facilities (that are often GUN supported) that deal in Mobian experimentation, and shutting them down/destroying them (not with the experiments still in them)

-He’s Terrified of Shadow due to events in his universe. He’s trying to be better about it

-The ‘goofy clueless idiot’ behavior is all an act

-He has a fake southern accent as part of his facade. Yeehaw. A reminant of a childhood ‘dream job’ of being a cowboy that wanders around helping people where it’s needed

-Because he can zone hop, he has a few universes where he’s decided to stick around. One of them is a game/IDW verse. He went through the events of Forces there, and his initial plan was to just help out with the war and then leave forever. But then he became friends with that universe’s Sonic whoops.

He lowkey cursed the friendship when he also went through the zombot arc, but he’s never actually regretted it

-He platonically adores Rough and Tumble just from what he’s heard about them and what little he’s seen. He doesn’t take them seriously and thinks they’re so goofy and hilarious. He’s like “LOOK at them, they’re brothers! They got each other! They think they’re doin’ crimes!

-He often introduces himself as just a cat since it’s easier

-He has an ic/rp blog here in case you have any questions and wanna ask him ‘directly’ @sentientquillbeast

IF YOU READ ALL THIS, thank you!

This post is already long enough so I don’t regret adding one of my favorite pics of him that I did for a zine

#OC Tournament #Thats gonna be my tag for it on here for when I reblog or draw stuff!#Storm

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