2 questions: 1. So we are not gettin any gameplay pics til cats & dogs?? (Not complaining just curius) 2. Is Candy and Yuki behr somewhere in the townie que? -3-? ❤️
Haha, you’re so cute! I don’t want to make any promises but I’d like to think that I’ll play my game again before the Cats and Dogs EP is released. I’m focusing on the townie makeovers right now and once they’re done I’ll probably plop my sim into the game and see what happens, haha. I’m trying to go from world to world when it comes to the townie makeovers and right now I’m in Oasis Springs. (although I just realised I forgot about the BFF’s so I’ll have to return to Willow Creek, haha!) But after I’m done with Oasis Springs, I’ll move on to Windenburg, so yes! ( ˘ω˘ ) ♥︎
Adult Galahad (who is a girl, yes) with her sword.
I was a little scared about this image. I actually meant to post this a while ago; I think I did it over the spring, I can’t recall, but then I became too concerned I was posting too much of her and wanted a variety. Then… I basically didn’t post much of anything.
I got my new computer and I was afraid that I actually lost this picture. Lo and behold, it is not lost! I would have freaked if that happened. I’m still upset I lost my hard drive last year.
“Stop talking for a second and just… let me tell you something.”
I had this idea about if Keith and Lance got stranded in space and for some reason the team can’t get to them or doesn’t know where they are, and they think they’re gonna die so they finally confess to each other. 😏
But then the team finally comes and rescues them and they’re forced to actually deal with their feelings.
‘ all i want to do is kiss you breathless & watch as your eyes light up when i tell you that you’re my universe. ’ ‘ concept: just you & me, driving away from the city. the windows are down & the cold air feels amazing. our songs are playing & we couldn’t be more in love. ’ ‘ concept: we are together & nothing in the world can bring us down. ’ ‘ concept: we listen to showtunes in bed while we eat chinese food under a blanket. ’ ‘ even when i’m not thinking about you, i’m still kinda thinking about you. ’ ‘ every time we talk, every time we touch, i feel more & more in love with you. ’ ‘ everything – every single thing – reminds me of you. ’ ‘ hearing ‘ i love you ’ from your side of the bed late at night makes my heart feel like it’s bursting with tiny, happy spring flowers. ’ ‘ i can’t stop kissing you & i can’t stop thinking about kissing you. ’ ‘ i can’t stop thinking about you. i just want to kiss you, again & again & again & again. ’ ‘ i can’t wait for the next time i get to kiss you. ’ ‘ i can’t wait to have hundreds of adventures with you. ’ ‘ i can’t wait to raise a dog with you. ’ ‘ i can’t wait to see you again. it’s only a matter of time before we embrace & i feel at home once more. ’ ‘ i can’t wait until we’re in the same country, in the same city, in the same bed & under the same blanket. ’ ‘ i daydream about how your fingers would feel if they were intertwined with mine right now. ’ ‘ i didn’t believe in soulmates until i met you. ’ ‘ i don’t want better. i want you. ’ ‘ i feel like i could lie wrapped in your arms, staring at the sky for centuries & need nothing else. ’ ‘ i had a dream that we kissed last night. ’ ‘ i just need to be in a meadow right now on a warm day, with you, the smell of grass & flowers around us. ’ ‘ i just want to be sitting in the sun with you, not knowing whether the warmth i feel is the pleasant sun or your soft smile warming my heart. ’ ‘ i just want to make gingerbread houses with you around christmas. ’ ‘ i just want to wake up in your arms every day. ’ ‘ i just want you close to me. ’ ‘ i just want you to sleep well & be happy. ’ ‘ i love everything about you. ’ ‘ i love how our legs feel entangled with each other. i crave that feeling. ’ ‘ i miss you all the time. i’m never sure how i feel, but i know i always want you around. ’ ‘ i miss your soft touch against my skin. ’ ‘ i need your arms & legs around me, surrounded by your warmth, holding me tight, with no intention of letting me go. ’ ‘ i often wake up thinking about you. ’ ‘ i stay up until 11:11 every night just to wish you were here with me. ’ ‘ i think you’re my favorite person in the world right now. ’ ‘ i want nothing but to make good memories with you. ’ ‘ i want to be your past, present, & future. ’ ‘ i want to dance with you while you sing all your favorite songs, looking lovingly into my eyes & meaning every beautiful lyric you sing to me. ’ ‘ i want to fill a hundred photo albums with memories of adventures with you. ’ ‘ i want to kiss every single spot on your body that you’re insecure of. ’ ‘ i want to kiss you each morning & each night. ’ ‘ i want to laugh with you & hold your cold hands. ’ ‘ i want to make a home with you. the kind of home that lets you feel the love inside of it when you walk in. it’ll be a safe place for us & the people we let into it. ’ ‘ i want to make chocolate mousse with you & then we can eat it together. ’ ‘ i want to see a whole world of different sunsets with you. ’ ‘ i want to take a walk in the snow with you. ’ ‘ i want us to share all of our excitement together. ’ ‘ i want you to kiss me & hold me close while telling me everything is going to be okay. ’ ‘ i wish you’d just kiss me. ’ ‘ i would rather listen to your silence when i’m with you than any kind of music on this world. ’ ‘ if i could gather all the stars in the sky & give them to you i would ’ ‘ if there’s a day where i don’t tell you i love you, there’s a day i’m not living. ’ ‘ in my eyes, you’re a king. ’ ‘ in my eyes, you’re a queen. ’ ‘ it’s been years now. despite everything, we are alive & we are together & we are okay. ’ ‘ i’d love to snuggle up to you when you want affection most. ’ ‘ i’m happy you exist. ’ ‘ i’m so blessed to have met you. you’ve already got me longing to be in your company constantly. ’ ‘ i’m so glad i keep you in my life. your eyes, your hugs, you lips, your words, & your smile keep me going every day. ’ ‘ just the sight of your beautiful smile or the way you say hello is enough to make even my darkest days a little brighter. ’ ‘ just you in my harms, laying on my chest; it’s just us being us & i think we are simply meant to be. ’ ‘ lay on your stomach as i give you sweet kisses on your back & neck while i’m feeling your love tingling in my body. ’ ‘ let’s fight the right wingers & make the world a better place. ’ ‘ let’s go somewhere quiet & just be together. ’ ‘ let’s see everything together… the whole world. ’ ‘ let’s sit in the forest together, the particles in the air reflecting sunlight reminding me of the brightness in your eyes. ’ ‘ my love for you makes me want to be strong for you. ’ ‘ now i know the meaning of ‘ i wouldn’t change you for the world. ’ ’ ‘ now i understand why all my other relationships didn’t work out: i am meant to be with you. ’ ‘ now it’s back to counting down the days until i get to feel free again, until i get to be in your arms again, until i get to see your radiance face-to-face again. ’ ‘ nowhere feels as safe as being in your arms. ’ ‘ one day i won’t be scared to say i love you. ’ ‘ one day we’ll do everything we dream about together. ’ ‘ seeing your eyes in the morning sunlight & feeling the warmth of your gaze brings upon me makes me realize i’m in love. ’ ‘ tell me about the things you’re passionate about. tell me every detail about your favorite things. i don’t care if it takes all day, i love you & i love to hear you be happy & excited about things. ’ ‘ the thought of your voice & the softness of your smile keeps me going when we can’t be together. i hope you understand you’ve given me a lot of faith & happiness when i thought it’d be impossible, when i thought i didn’t deserve it. ’ ‘ the way you look at me makes me feel like i’m the most beautiful goddess in the universe. ’ ‘ there’s nothing i want more than to stay under blankets with you & curl up in your lap. ’ ‘ thinking of you makes me think that maybe it’ll all be okay. ’ ‘ we’ll celebrate holidays together & make our own traditions. ’ ‘ when i think about you my heart feels funny. ’ ‘ when i’m with you, i get a feeling like coming home after a long time away. ’ ‘ whether you’re blossoming or struggling, i’ll stay with you. i’ll keep on loving you. ’ ‘ you are endlessly, implausibly fascinating. ’ ‘ you are like hot chocolate, you make my insides warm. ’ ‘ you are more beautiful than my favorite songs. ’ ‘ you fascinate me. ’ ‘ you make me feel safe. ’ ‘ you make me feel how i never thought i could. ’ ‘ you make me understand lyrics to cheesy love songs. ’ ‘ you make my heart feel light as a feather yet heavy as bricks all at once. ’ ‘ you, my dear, have the voice of an angel. ’ ‘ your ‘ i love you ’ has turned into my favorite lullaby. ’ ‘ your arms are home to me. ’ ‘ your eyes make me think about stormy skies in a different way, your smile makes me blush just thinking about it & i think i am totally in love with you. ’ ‘ your hands are my favorite hands to touch & to hold. ’ ‘ your hands are so warm & your hair is so soft & i want to touch you forever & ever. ’ ‘ your love for me reminds me to love myself. ’ ‘ your smile is the most beautiful sight on this earth. ’ ‘ you’re the highlight of my day. ’ ‘ you’re the only person who can make me feel this way. ’
This is a scene that I think about often. It is so vivid in my mind that it usually gives me pause as I sit or stand there and let it play out. My heart fractures a little that the sound of children living happily and LAUGHING is something he might not have heard in ages. I read something on here some time ago that said something like The Court of Dreams/ The Night Court ( Inner Circle/ Velaris) is what Lucien had hoped the Spring Court could’ve been. What it should’ve been and even though Spring is a gorgeous Court it’s empty.
There was never the sound that carried with it the hope of a future.
This is probably one of my favorite parts of the story as a whole. When Lucien gets the The Court of Dreams and Rhys sees what kind of mind Lucien is capable of bringing to his table to help their Court. That eventually he could find what Feyre did- a home and a family of friends there, that see him as an equal. No rank above another. I’m so very hopeful for his story to continue and see what happens for him in the future books. He deserves more.
Every day he saw her waiting there at the bench. Sometimes she would be standing. Her sun dress flowing in the wind, as if the lace or fabric had been lighter than air, catching even the smallest breeze. Her hair dancing about her face. His eye sight was poor, but he could see her tangled hair dancing. He could smell the perfume of her shampoo carried in the wind as he approached her. Other times she would be huddled together on the bench as she sat. Her knees clenched closely as she held her heavy coat to her frame in the cold wind.
It was the same as when he first met her. The droplets of rain fell hard, each splash on the pavement demanded your hearing. V could hardly believe someone had been caught so off guard by the storm. Her hands went from wiping her ever-dampening hair to her arms, to her soaked cloth clinging to her frame. He remembered thinking how beautiful and natural she looked. How helpless. How, in that moment, he saw someone in need of his help, even if his sight was less than superb. Her bangs and hair clung to her face and she smiled to him. The smile that he had grown to look forward to for weeks to come.
“Please, share my umbrella?” he asked of her as he held it above her shivering frame.
It was the first thing he ever said to her. The first words ever spoken between them as they stood there at the bus stop. Her careful nod and slight smile pierced through him in that instant. Her gratitude. Had he ever been so thankful for his eyesight before?
In his mind he could remember every detail of her. Her face. Her makeup and the way the strands of hair clung messily to her face from the rain like thin vines on a beautiful sculpture. The sound of the droplets on the umbrella and the feel of wetness as the bottoms of his jeans began to soak water and creep up his shins. It didn’t matter, as long as she was dry and comfortable.
“Thank you,” she spoke in soft syllables through the heavy rain.
Her voice had been like a symphony to the backdrop of the rain pattering. Her smile the beams of sunlight in the clouds of rain. It was a gift to see her before him.
When the bus approached and she nodded in gratitude before entering, he felt a heaviness in his chest. Such grace and beauty lost to him now because he hadn’t the courage, nor the strength, to ask her for any more than she had already bestowed upon him. Only a warm smile and a slight giggle from her as he sheltered her from the rain.
The next day it was drizzling lightly as he approached the bench. His sight limited to the bus. And…as if a sign from above, he saw her looking back to him with that same sweet smile. It would insight the tightness in his chest once more. She recognized him? Even with his blurry vision he could never mistake her for another.
“Hello, V!” she would smile and exclaim every time.
Always the same cheerful greeting. It always elicited his heart to work overtime in his chest. He wanted to know more about her. Wanted her to know more about him.
“Call me Jihyun, remember,” he laughed and smiled.
“Oh! Of course, I’m so sorry,” she would laugh and cover her face in embarrassment.
He loved that about her. And without another thought his umbrella would be covering her and sheltering her from the spring rain.
“You don’t take the same route as I do, yet you’re always here at the same time,” she says casually, “why do you take the bus? Your clothes….ah! I’m sorry, is that rude?”
The way she gets flustered turns his cheeks red. He didn’t think he was dressed so richly? Maybe only compared to Jumin…
“It’s not rude,” he chuckled, “my eye sight…” he let his voice trail off.
“I know,” she replied.
Delicate fingertips pressed against his cheeks and shocked him more than he had anticipated. The feeling of her warm fingertips on his skin made his heart leap and his body feel warmth in the growing cold.
“Is that why you…ride public transport?” she had asked.
“Mostly, yes,” he found himself admitting.
It is true. He can still see alright, enough to get around daily life. But he can not drive. Public transport is his means of traveling. He doesn’t wish to be like his friend Jumin, spending money on personal drivers and cars. Figures from afar appear as blurs, but not her.
Perhaps it was the way she smelled. Or sounded.
He could hear her rustling and know it was her. Her delicate hands moving through her bag to find her chapstick. Or her sunglasses. Or phone. He could tell her apart from anyone else in the world. it would start off as if she had forgotten the thing completely. Frantic and manic were her hands in the pockets and crevices of her bag. Eventually, the all-too-familiar sigh would escape her when she found what she was looking for. Maybe others could not pick it up, but he could. He heard and watched her pop the cap from her chapstick in the summer and rub it against her full lips. She wasn’t aware of how bad his sight had been. But she was more aware than most.
Most good days, when he met her at the bench, they would talk about themselves. If she was carrying bags, she would explain what she purchased for him. Even if it was trivial, he found himself enthralled in her explanations.
“Shoes for the beach. You know my old ones always gave me trouble,” she laughed and he agreed since he had known as well, “and this new dress. I don’t know how well it will look. Maybe for a lunch with friends…”
She held the dress up to herself and he felt almost bad for imagining her in it. Perhaps on a moonlit night. She would be waiting as he approached from a street corner. She would be smiling, only for him, in that dress. He’d buy her dinner and wine. They would share her favorite dessert and she would tell him all about her day. He would listen intently. He cared. For a moment he had to remind himself of where he was.
“It’s a beautiful dress for you,” he remarked.
“Why, thank you,” she replied and stuffed the items back in her bag with red cheeks.
One day she was showing him what she had purchased, when she noticed how aloof he seemed, though he was trying his hardest not to show it.
“Your eyesight,” she spoke softly, “it’s getting worse…isn’t it…”
Why was he choking back his words? Was it the slight drizzling rain clouding his eyes, or his own tears as he held his umbrella over what he hoped was her frame. If he could do anything in this world, it was to keep her from being cold…and wet. Somehow, she knew. Just by the way he had acted, for he hadn’t said a word about how he was doing.
He felt a soft hand on his own free one. It was hers. Without thinking twice he smiled and let her lead him. He could even hear her smile in her voice.
“Sunglasses…not that I’ll be needing them anytime soon, don’t you agree? I feel like a fool for believing the weatherman,” she laughed and held her forehead against his own as she did so, while still guiding his hand around her bag.
Was she not put off by his ailment? It was one of the first times he could say he hadn’t felt like an outsider. Someone who needed to be asked to be accepted. She had grabbed his hand…
She had grabbed his hand…and from then on, she continued to do so.
Some days, he didn’t need it. Some days, the sun shone bright and still would be out-shined by her radiance. Her smile and aura as he approached the bench would radiate his core. Whether she was heading to work, meeting friends or shopping, she looked beautiful and full of hope to him. She filled him with her warmth even on the coldest of days.
It wasn’t since Rika that he had felt this way about another human being. And even thinking about her inner beauty, could he say he even felt this way about Rika? No. This person who had accepted him as who he was, even with his sight as it happened to be. This person who asked nothing from him other than conversation as they waited for the bus to take them to their destinations.
When he had fallen in love with her, who could say? But he was sure she felt the same way. Her subtle touches to his hands and arm when they met. The way she leaned in close to explain things to him.
“It is cold…but I do appreciate the rain,” she said one day to him after he had placed his jacket over her. “It gives life to the flowers around us, the plants…Life would cease to exist without the rain. I think we should appreciate it. Don’t you agree?” she asked him.
Of course he did. His hands held her shoulders tightly as he explained so. How badly he wanted to ask her to dinner in that moment. Maybe just to a cup of coffee. To ask her everything about herself. Did she garden? What was her favorite film? Did she enjoy music?
He could sense a lot about her just in the time they spent together. She was selfless. She only went shopping when it meant it was needed. If it was for meeting friends, or perhaps something she didn’t have before. He liked that about her. She was observant.
“The bus has been a little late…fourth time this week…I hope the driver isn’t feeling ill,” she had mentioned one day.
“What’s so funny?” she smiled and put her hand on his forearm playfully, “ I really am worried!”
“Only you would be worried about the driver when your ride is late…I just…find it charming,” he admitted to her.
When he was late, or struggling to make it to the bench, he found her at his side, helping carry his things and hold him steady.
One particularly rainy day, her bus arrived on schedule. It was the familiar slosh of the flowing gutters as it pulled close to the curb for her. The all-too-familar squeak of the door hinges as it swung opened for her. But she did not move. She did not enter. Her hand lay wrapped on his forearm, which held his umbrella sturdy to protect her the best he could from the elements.
“I’m not going in today,” she spoke coyly as the door shut and the sound of the bus driving down the road faded once again in the distance.
He couldn’t hold back his smile much longer. Her touch soothed him. Her delicate hands he had grown to fall in love with. And the sweetness in her voice like warm honey coating his soul.
“We can’t waste the day,” he found himself replying, “how about I take you to lunch…and then maybe dinner?”
“Nothing could make me happier, Jihyun,” she pulled her body in close to his as she spoke.
He could feel her steps in sync with his own. This wasn’t the first time he had taken her out. Not even the twentieth time…her feet and hands, her voice, her steps and the pitter patter they made next to his own feet…the way she walked was all too familiar.
Yes…this day was like many others he had come to share with her. And yet…he felt in his pocket, that hardness in the shape of a box. The velvet case with a ring inside.
It may have come to be a familiar day for them. But today, he would ask her to be his wife.
i love how. phil can just fucking say he is down for any pairing of the free boys bc of like, their sexual tension and their seductive and breathy voices and there’s like no fanfare or anything about it he’s just sitting there talking about how he basically wants to see two muscly anime boys make out and, like, of course he does. i love phil. i love that he just says what he thinks and there’s no buildup or warning and then suddenly he’s made a comment like that and then he giggles and moves on and so does everyone else maybe without even realizing the magnitude of that statement bc he doesn’t rly want us to. but now that’s just knowledge we have. it reminds me of when he and dan were talking about yuri on ice and he was like. i need more hot springs. he just blatantly said he wanted to see viktor and yuri naked and flirting and basically no one rly gave a shit bc he just imparts his opinions in his gentle way and they’re quiet and unassuming but then when u stop to think ur like …. oh???? my god?? he’s watching yoi for the hot springs?? and he just told us? phil is fascinating. i adore him
Summary: Your best friend is Natasha Romanoff, and she’s known to break hearts of many admirers in her wake. When you start working at a local bakery with a blue-eyed baker who has fallen for her, you do what it takes to make sure they both get the sugary-filled romance they deserve. However, things get a little complicated when your own feelings get in the way.
A/N: For @theassetseyeliner ‘s writing challenge. Thank you all so much for the love and support for the first part of this series. You all have rendered me speechless with your wonderful messages and comments. You guys are the best :)
“I hate you”
“You don’t hate me.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because you haven’t kicked me out of your apartment yet.”
You groan dramatically as you let yourself fall on the bed, your eyes staring up at the ceiling. “I still can’t believe you volunteered me to work at the bakery,” you mumble under your breath. Thanks to Natasha boasting about your love of baking, you find yourself earning a job at Barnes’ Bakery as a baker assistant. Quite honestly, you feel stressed since you need to juggle between college and work now, something you’re not prepared for.
The super-unoriginal-but-always-entertaining au where Kook and Jimin meet and get it on while drunk at a party during spring break. They hang out more together and fall for each other, but both of them assume the other only wants a fling, so they keep their mouths shut about their feelings and walk away after spring break is over. Kook can’t stop thinking about Jimin however and finally decides to look for him. Jimin: ‘Oh my God you brat, why didn’t you say something back then?!’
Character Origins Part Two- Mikasa, Jean and Connie
When I was working
part-time, I modelled Mikasa after a customer that walked into the store
while I was at work. At the time, I was thinking of the design of the
characters of Shingeki no Kyojin. It was all I would think about
while I was at work. When I saw her I thought “That’s it!” The
moment I saw her, I drew on the back of a receipt that was closest to
me. “A scarf, hair this length, slightly thick eyebrows, sharp
eyes”. I remember noting these striking features. Up until then, I
was imagining Mikasa looking like a Westerner. With this new design,
the setting of the East Sea people in Shingeki was created.
Around this time, the
story for Shingeki was still developing. I was thinking of having 2
main characters at this point, with the idea that one or even two
main characters would be fine. In the end, I decided on three people;
with wisdom, courage and power embodying each one. Mikasa embodies
power. It’s more interesting that a woman embodies the role of power,
isn’t it? I wanted to create that feeling.
As for her name, I
heard a story that if the heroine is named after a battleship, the
manga will sell well. I named her after the battleship Mikasa..
Ackerman means person who grows crops in German.
During the 2006 Manga Grand Prix, honourable mention was given to the first version of Shingeki no Kyojin. In that early version, there was a character that appeared in it. I split that character into two, and Jean and Armin were born.
I wanted a character that was close to the protagonist and called out his flaws. From there, Jean’s mean-looking face was created.
My favourite voice actor is Kishou Taniyama.* His performance in the TV anime gave me the impression of a strong character.
I wanted a character that carried the feeling of representing the ordinary people. I also like the name “Jean” very much. Jean has been the character that has grown the most since the series began. At first his role was to be hated, but he’s so genuine and open, so he’s really fun to draw and write.
*TN: Taniyama Kishou is Jean’s Japanese voice actor.
I had an image in
my mind of a child of summer vacation. At the time, I didn’t think
too deeply about it. I wanted a character who had entered the top 10
of the Trainee Corps. The idea of his design came to mind as I was
working through the story. I wanted him to be an innocent but stupid
boy. The name Connie feels somehow familiar, and I combined it with
Springer, which sounds like spring, and evokes a feeling of
(Disclaimer: I am not a translator by any means, so mistakes may be present. Please feel free to correct me.)
Summary: After hearing an interesting conversation that you were having with Nat, Bucky finally decides to make his move.
Author’s Notes: We all know that I’m basic Bucky Barnes trash. I also find writing smut fun.
“I’m telling you – it all just sounds dirty,” Nat said with
a grin as she turned to look at me.
“Nat – it’s probably because your mind is always in the
gutter,” I snorted as I lounged on the couch.
“That’s not true!” She protested – her grin widening as she
said it. Wanda snickered at this as I playfully rolled my eyes.
“She does have a point – I mean after all, vanilla is
technically a type of sex,” Wanda added as Nat shot her a thumbs up. I groaned
as I grabbed the remote to flip through the channels.
“You’re going to ruin ice cream for me,” I muttered grumpily
under my breath as the two began assigning each type of ice cream with a
different type of sexual act or position.
“Oh come on, Y/N. What’s gotten into you? You’ve been so
grumpy lately!” Wanda whined as she tried to fight back her giggles.
“I think the issue is what hasn’t gotten into her lately,”
Nat added with a quirked eyebrow which caused a new wave of snickers from Wanda.
I raised my head up from the couch and gave Nat the best ‘go to hell’ look that
I could muster. “There’s nothing wrong with it Y/N – all of us need it
sometimes,” she added with a sly grin and a shrug.
“What are you guys talking about?” Bucky’s voice drifted
from behind me – causing me to yelp in surprise. I could feel my face flushing
at the thought of having to try to explain the conversation to him. Nat had
known for awhile now that I had harbored a secret crush on Bucky – but I had
always been too terrified of rejection to actually act on it.
“Oh we were just talking about ice cream. Y/N hasn’t had any
in awhile, and Wanda and I are trying to convince her that it is good for the
soul…. Isn’t that right, Y/N?” Nat replied as her eyes flicked from Bucky back
“Yup,” I managed to squeak out –while mentally adding
murdering Nat in her sleep to the top of my to-do list.
The corners of Bucky’s mouth quirked at this as his eyes
shone with amusement. “Well Y/N – I haven’t had some ice cream in awhile either.
Want to go tonight after dinner with me?” he asked. I narrowed my eyes at Bucky
for a moment – I could almost guarantee by the look on his face that he had
heard more of the conversation than he was letting on, but even the thought of
that was sending shivers down my spine. I shifted on the couch – slightly flustered
by the thoughts rushing through my mind. “Well?” Bucky asked again, playfully
hovering over me on the couch.
“Sure,” I grinned.
“Great!” Bucky responded with a wink before strolling out of
the common room.
“Problem solved,” Nat added
happily as I sent a pillow whizzing towards her head.
I tried to not let my nerves get the best of me as I waited
for Bucky by the elevator. When he stepped out of his room and saw me his eyes
drifted appreciatively to my bare legs. I had opted to wear a pair of my shortest
shorts to show off my assets – plus it was summer, and pretty damn hot.
“Ready?” he asked with a grin.
“Absolutely,” I answered as I followed him into the
Once the doors of the elevator closed Bucky turned to me
once again with a grin. “You look beautiful tonight – just in case you were
wondering,” he whispered as he gave me a once-over again.
“Thanks,” I blushed shyly—causing him to chuckle.
“Are you always this shy?” he countered as we exited the
elevator. “Or is it just around me?” he asked with mock horror.
“Mainly just around you,” I laughed as I blushed again.
“Well you shouldn’t be,” he whispered into my ear as he
wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “I wasn’t sure if you would want to come
tonight. In all honestly I’ve been wanting to take you out for awhile.” This
confession and his physical proximity to my body was causing raw bolts of
electricity to shoot down my spine. I could feel my body reacting to his touch as
wetness pooled between my legs. I ached for him to slip his hands down my
shorts to feel how his words and presence affected me.
“Here we are,” he announced as he steered me into the ice
cream and soda shop – effectively snapping me back to the here and now. We
strolled to the counter where we placed our orders and in turn received our
things before making our way to a secluded booth in the back corner.
“This has to be some of the best ice-cream I’ve had in
years,” I groaned as licked my spoon clean. I had inhaled half of the sundae I
had ordered already. My announcement caused Bucky to chuckle as he watched me
with amusement. Flustered I tried to put my spoon back in the dish but managed
to knock the bowl off the table and onto my lap. “Ugh, dammit,” I moaned as I
moved to grab napkins.
“Allow me,” Bucky offered as he grabbed a handful of napkins
off the table and reached under the table to my lap. I could feel the napkins
scrape across my bare skin as he cleaned the mess. I tried my best to stay in
control of my body’s responses to his touch as he reached for another batch of
napkins and continued his work. He smirked at me mischievously as his fingertips
slid very softly across my shorts putting pressure in just the right spot to
make me gasp. “Maybe we should head back and get you cleaned up properly,” he
whispered suggestively. His voice was as smooth as sex and if I could have I
would have taken him then and there.
“Yeah – that’s probably for the
best,” I choked out as we both rose from the booth and made our way back to
We remained silent throughout the journey to the tower – our
bodies never breaking contact as Bucky wrapped his arm tightly around me. Once
the elevator doors were securely closed behind us Bucky turned to me – pressing
my body against the wall of the elevator as his breath tickled my neck. “Doll – I haven’t
done this in awhile. You’ll have to tell me if…”
“Bucky, I want to,” I whispered as I placed my hand softly
on his chest. With this answer he kissed me softly and deeply as his body
pressed into mine – allowing me to feel his growing hardness. When the elevator
dinged to let us know that we had arrived on our floor Bucky broke away from
the kiss and took my hand before leading me down the hall to his room.
Once the door to his room was securely locked he turned to
look at me with a devilish grin. “I need to clean myself up,” I pointed out as
I stepped around him to go to his bathroom.
“No,” he whispered as he softly grabbed my wrist and pulled
me to him.
“But Bucky…” I complained.
“I said no,” he responded again as he lifted me off the
floor and carried me to his bed. “I’ll take care of it,” he added as he placed
me on his bed.
“What do you…. Oh my god,” I moaned as his tongue trailed
roughly up my inner thigh. He was relentless as his bobbed up and down –
lapping up the stickiness that had been left behind. I couldn’t handle the
sensation and bucked my hips softly causing him to chuckle against my skin. The
sensation drifted up my body to the growing wetness between my legs. “Bucky,” I
moaned breathlessly as he softly pushed my hips firmly back onto the bed.
“What do you want doll?” he whispered softly as his fingers
trailed up my thigh and worked their way into my shorts. I moaned again as they
touched everywhere but the part of me that ached.
“Fuck… Bucky, please,” I begged as I wiggled under his
embrace – trying to make his fingers graze my sensitive clit.
“Tck, tck,” Bucky responded with humor in his voice as he
removed his hands to grab the hem of my shirt. “Let’s get you out of these
clothes,” he whispered as I raised up slightly to help him remove my shirt. He
let out an appreciative sigh at my red and black lace bra. “This is pretty,” he
mumbled as he playfully traced his fingers over the material. “But I bet what’s
underneath is even prettier,” he remarked as he reached behind me to unclasp
it. “Mmm, I was right,” he muttered appreciatively once he had removed my bra
entirely. “God – you’re gorgeous,” he breathed against my chest as he traced
one of his metal fingers around my nipple before latching his mouth around its
hardened mound and sucking softly.
“Oh god,” I moaned again as I weaved my fingers through his
hair. I felt the cool metal of his fingers tracing down my stomach to the
button of my shorts where he expertly unbuttoned them before breaking away from
“Let’s get these off,” he mumbled as I raised my hips up for
him to remove my shorts.
“What about?” I asked as I looked down at my underwear.
“All good things happen in time, doll,” he smirked as his
fingers glided around my panty line making the throbbing between my legs
intensify. “You’re soaked through your panties,” he muttered amused as his
fingers brushed over my clothed core. “All for me?” he asked as a grin spread
across his face.
“Bucky if you don’t soon… I’m going to have to…”
“Have to what?” he asked as his eyes shined with curiosity.
“Do it myself,” I muttered with a smirk.
“Mmm – have you ever touched yourself and thought about me?”
he asked – his hot breath tickling my neck as he trailed kisses up and down it.
“Buck,” I moaned again.
“Answer the question baby girl,” he mumbled against my skin.
“Yes,” I muttered breathlessly.
“Do you think about me filling you up with my dick?” he
asked as his hands began to pull away the soaked fabric of my underwear.
“Yes,” I panted. I gasped as he spread my
legs open wider.
“I want you to touch yourself for me,” he whispered before
pulling away and getting off the bed. He began to remove his clothes – his eyes
never leaving me as I did what I was told. I moaned as my fingers spread around
my wetness – tripping over my sensitive clit again and again. Bucky pushed off
his underwear allowing his erection to spring free. My body responded to the
mere sight of its size. “That’s enough,” Bucky muttered as he grabbed my hands
and moved them above my head. “Are you always this wet when you think about me?”
he asked as his fingers grazed the inside of my thigh before making contact
with my wetness. I could only manage to nod my head yes as I rocked myself up
and down his fingers. I could feel my walls tightening as I road towards my
orgasm. Suddenly Bucky removed his fingers and quickly replaced them with his
tongue. Lapping up my wetness and humming appreciatively to himself. As he
pushed his tongue into me I lost control and came hard.
He allowed me to ride out the wave of my orgasm on his face before
breaking free and sitting up. “Come here, doll,” he said as he offered a hand
to me. I took it and shakily sat up before making my way over to where he was
sitting. He lifted me gently over him before slowly sitting me on his lap until
he was fully sheathed inside of me. I moaned at the fullness. “God, Y/N… you’re
so tight,” he muttered under his breath as I began to move myself up and down –
causing just the right amount of friction.
“God you feel better than I could ever imagine,” I muttered
as Bucky thrust his hips towards mine – allowing himself even deeper. I moaned
at this as I continued to ride him. I could feel myself tightening around him –
my body already working towards its next orgasm. “Fuck, Bucky!” I exclaimed as
I spilled over the edge – the deep contractions of my walls ushering on his own
orgasm. He groaned as he stiffened – coating my walls with himself. I stilled
around him until his orgasm ended and he softly raised me from his lap before
laying beside me.
He snuggled close to me as our bodies finally began to
relax. “Doll?” he asked as I turned around to face him. He grinned as he looked
at me. “Anytime you want ice cream all you have to do is ask.”
Prompt: can i request a pregnant reader x kirk? - anonymous. (yes, that’s literally the whole request)
Word count: 2,601 (GODDAMN WHAT THE HELL)
Warnings: language, pregnancy, FLUFF
A/N: so there was not much to go off of for this vague request and at first i was like “WHOO FREE REIGN” but then, after writing drafts for 3 entirely different stories, i realized it was so much harder than i thought. but it was interesting! this is super cute and went off the rails very easily but i sorta like it. i just love jim so much and i added enough bones to hold myself over (because he’s still my fav forever). forgive any typos, pls OK WELL ENJOY AND LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!
Leonard was hunched over his desk when you walked into his office, the door already wide open. His head was in his hands and his eyes focused on the PADD before him. The room smelled strongly of antiseptic. He didn’t look up as he spoke gruffly, “I’m off-duty.”
He brought his eyes to meet yours at the sound of your voice. His scleras were reddened and the adjacent skin was darkened. His hair stuck up on all ends. As always, he was scowling. “What do you want?”
“I want a drink,” you said, pulling out the chair directly across from him. You fell into it and placed your feet atop his desk, ignoring his clicks of irritation. “But seeing as alcohol is prohibited in my current state, I’ll settle for a nice heart-to-heart with a friend.”
“Heart-to-heart,” he snorted, rolling his hazel eyes with an especially sarcastic frown. “Why’d you really come, sweetheart?”
“Needed to get away from Jim.”
He nodded once and leaned back in his seat. “There we go. Did you tell him yet?”
“Nope,” you answered, popping the p. “I don’t plan on it, either.”
He cracked a smirk, the crooked smile causing an uneven creasing of his skin. He looked to be more awake now than when you first walked in. “Are you waitin’ for the baby to tell him?”