if you could direct me to all the fics about victor staying the night with yuuri after the banquet or yuuri waking up with victor in his room or even just yuuri remembering the banquet pls and thks!
Thanks for this request! I love these fics, please share more with me if you think I missed some!
Bottom’s Upby cryingoverspilledvodka, lucycamui, Teen, 4.3k At the Grand Prix banquet, Victor’s been asked to sign an autograph for a very enthusiastic fan. Unfortunately, there’s a distinct lack of paper around. Fortunately, Yuuri has a suggestion. THIS IS SO FUNNY OMG
16 Glasses by Cesare, Teen, 9.5k (WIP) Victor takes figure skating seriously, takes Yuri Katsuki seriously as a competitor, and really doesn’t see that banquet coming. SO good!
Tale of a Sleeping Prince by astudyinrose, Teen, 7.7k Victor meets Yuuri at the Grand Prix Banquet in Sochi, and falls head over heels for him. Of course, only one of them remembers. AWESOME fic!
Question and Answer by chellethewriter, Teen, 10k Viktor is growing old, and his competitors seem to be growing younger and younger. Thus, with every passing year, Viktor finds fewer familiar faces at his Grand Prix banquets, and he wonders whether his attendance has become pointless. What he doesn’t realize, however, is that one unfamiliar, alcohol-reddened face can make the whole night more than worthwhile. Another great fic!
ora sono pronto / now I’m ready by exile_wrath, Teen, 6.2k Victor is used to the banquet after the Grand Prix Final. Same faces, same questions about next season, nothing surprising. But this year, Katsuki Yuuri surprises him so much, that he thinks he may have fallen in love a little. Well, more than a little. Enough that Victor is willing to drop competitive skating to be his coach. LOVE!
i think i may have loved you first by perennials, Gen, 1.3k Here are the facts: Yuuri is drunk. Viktor is not. Yuuri is riding an alcohol-induced high so far up above the clouds he cannot even begin to comprehend the weight of his actions back in the human realm. Viktor is falling in love. Thumbs up!
Cerulean Sepia by RoarkChronicles, 13k (WIP) As the five-time gold medalist, Viktor usually finds these banquets…. drab. Boy, did he get proven wrong. Great WIP!
Right Off His Feetby EmilianaDarling, Mature, 7.4k One of Yuuri’s hands is sliding around his waist, guiding him effortlessly until they’re dancing together. Really dancing together, and Viktor forgets to think, to breathe. Yuuri’s so close that Viktor can feel the heat of his breath against the back of his neck, the warmth of his skin through his clothes. SO GOOD OMG
never let yuuri get drunk againby doubletan, Explicit, 2.4k “Kneel down,” Yuri commanded, and Victor obeyed without a moment hesitation. Victor laughed inwardly, how could he have thought he would be the one commanding Yuri when it was him that had bewitched Victor here in the first place? SPICY YUURI
Lost in Translationby alipiee, Teen, 18k In which Yuuri gets so drunk he can’t remember the banquet; meanwhile it’s all that Viktor can think about. This fic is so so so great, must read!
keep your eyes on meby luftballons99, Teen, 6.6k Viktor and Yuuri are less than thrilled at the prospect of attending the banquet following the Sochi Grand Prix Final. 16 glasses of champagne, a drunken dance off, and a stripper pole later, they’re over it. Highly recommend!
i feel like i win when i lose by renaissance, Explicit, 7.9k Yuuri’s life is a mess. He came a spectacular last in the Grand Prix Finals, drank too much at the banquet, initiated no fewer than three dance-offs, took his shirt off, wore his tie like a headband, pole-danced in his underpants, made a fool of himself in front of ISU officials—and now, somehow, he’s Viktor Nikiforov’s booty call. Rec’d by a follower!
Summary: When you were maddeningly in love with your best friend/fuck buddy, bringing him as a date to a wedding was probably not the best idea.
Genre/Count: Smut & Fluff [ NC-17 ] | 11.7k words
Note: alkewrjaer so excited to finally post this after sitting in my drafts for years. meet m’boy fuccboi!hoseok.
It was never a good idea and you should’ve stopped it from the first time, or the first week, the first month, before it went too far. But you didn’t. You were sucked into his world and him into yours. Although your lives were entangled from the very beginning, it was never meant to go this far.
Hoseok pushed himself into you again, feeling the tightness wrapping snugly around him as he released a low groan of pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so good, always so good.” He buried his face in your neck as you twisted your fingers into the soft strands of his chocolate locks. He growled and thrusted into you over and over, bringing you to the edge. “Babe, shit. Goddamn, you’re so tight. Pussy always so good for me. Only for me.” He jerked his hips particularly hard, hitting that delicious spot inside of you. “Tell me.”
“Only for you,” you echoed in a gasp, head thrown back as your body arched off the bed. His mouth captured one of your peaks. The heat a contrast against the cool of his room. His abs, defined and beautiful, were layered by a sheen layer of sweat as he pounded into you. Moans tumbled from both your lips, swallowed by his mouth covering yours.
“So goddamn beautiful,” he muttered, nipping his way down your jaw and your neck. He knew you hated it when he marked you, hated it because everyone could see. What he didn’t know was that you mostly hated it because it made things more real than it actually was. A whine left your lips as he continued to print shades of blue onto the canvas of your skin. “I’m so close, babe, come with me.”
And you would. You always did, after all. Your fingers found purchase on his broad shoulders as he moved faster, pushing into you deeper and harder. The tension coiled in your stomach as the electricity coursed through your veins and straight to the space between your thighs, space filled by, and only by, Hoseok. The orgasm wracked shudders in your body as you let out a cry, the same time Hoseok groaned into your neck. Heavy breaths heaved your chest as Hoseok pulled out with a small grunt and slumped onto the space next to you.
The two of you laid in silence for a few minutes. The deafening emptiness drawing your fears forward. It always happened. No matter how many times you’ve been in bed with him, you’ve regretted every single one. The two of you were stuck in this limbo with too many questions and not a single answer.
In hindsight, falling into Chat Noir’s arms was
usually a mistake.
“Are you sure you couldn’t see yourself falling for
a guy like me?”
Ladybug let out a snort, eyes rolling behind the
black and red mask as Chat lowered the pair of them to the ground.
“Really?” Ladybug laughed, somewhat incredulously,
nodding over Chat Noir’s shoulder. “We got a jilted tailor that’s got the city
“Nice one,” Chat said, tearing through the side
streets as red thread chased after him.
“Thank you,” Ladybug said, yo-yo lashing out and
batting away a needle zeroing in on Chat’s back. “You really want to bat those
eyelashes at me now?”
“Might be our last chance,” Chat said, leaping up
and over the roof-tops and landing in a low crouch, depositing his partner on
the rooftop. “Sure there isn’t anything you want to tell me? Maybe one last
kiss before the icy hand of death envelops us both.”
“Later,” Ladybug said, throwing an arm out to shield
Chat Noir as The Fashionista grappled up onto the ledge, needles clutched in her
hands as she zeroed in on the pair before her. “Unless you want to find out
what a pincushion feels like.”
“I’ll hold you to that later, Buggi,” Chat Noir said, extending his baton with a flick of
“Somehow I knew you would,” Ladybug sighed, latching
onto a weather vane and swinging out of the way of a hail of needles as Chat Noir
flanked the akuma around the side.
Perched on the edge of the rooftop, Ladybug watched
Chat drop the now de-evilized victim on the doorstep of her parent’s house,
shooting a salute and a wink at her mother. He was, at his core, a corny little
tomcat, who couldn’t miss an opportunity to act like he was auditioning for the
remake of The Princess Bride.
Of course, that made it harder for Ladybug to take
He was a tease, and part of Ladybug resented Chat
for flirting like his words had no effect. Chat had winked, hand-kissed, and
flirted his way through every girl they ran into. Even as he left the former
Fashionista, he couldn’t part without offering her a kiss on the hand before
springing up to the roof where Ladybug was waiting.
“She okay?” Ladybug asked.
“Fine, fine,” Chat said, rolling his shoulders with
a small sigh. “Little rattled, of course, but I figured that much; not every
day some weirdo brainwashes you and makes you his flunky.”
“That what the hand kiss was for?” Ladybug asked,
brow arching in Chat’s direction.
“Was I really supposed to ignore a lady in distress?”
Chat snorted, turning to his partner with a slowly spreading smile. “Jealous?”
“You wish, man,” Ladybug snorted.
“…maybe I do,” Chat Noir said, hands leaning on the
top of his staff, glancing across at his partner with a small smile that made
Ladybug’s heart skip a beat. “I wouldn’t mind if said you didn’t like me
kissing other people.”
“You know…you do this thing where you almost look sincere when you say stuff like
that,” Ladybug said, head cocking to one side. “I almost forget you’re joking.”
“…when did I ever say I was joking?” Chat replied,
soft enough that Ladybug almost didn’t catch it. And it was easy for Ladybug to
pretend that Chat’s confession fell on deaf ears; easier than confronting the
truth that he might actually be sincere in his endless teasing. Easier than
wondering how their relationship might change were Ladybug to call him on his
bluff, pull him in by his bell collar, and kiss him so hard he never even
dreamed about flirting with anyone ever again.
Instead, Ladybug opted for certainty, offering a
fist for Chat to clumsily brush his knuckles against as though they didn’t each want a little more.
The moment the transformation wore off, Tikki tore
into the box of cookies on the desk in a hail of crumbs that scattered over the
half-finished calculus homework.
“Hey, hey, watch it!” Nino said, picking the kwami
up by her back and pulling her away from his desk. “I don’t think my teachers
are going to buy the fact that my pocket-ladybug got food all over my homework!”
“Shorry,” Tikki said, swallowing a mouthful of
chocolate chips. “Long day.”
“You’re telling me,” Nino said, flopping belly first
onto his bed, the afternoon replaying in his head as Tikki floated over.
“…you know, you wouldn’t be the first Ladybug to
fall in love with Chat Noir,” Tikki said, patting the back of Nino’s head as he
buried his burning face in his pillows.
A/N: This is my really late submission for @percussiongirl2017 ‘s birthday challenge! Hopefully it was worth the wait. I had the prompt, “You can’t tell me how to live my life. You’re not my mother.” & my song is “Hey Jude” – The Beatles. The pairing is Dean x Sister!Reader however there is some Sam in there as well. The reader is the oldest sibling.
Dean x Sister!Reader Sam x Sister!Reader
“Take care of Sam and Dean.”
That was your motto. You were eight years old when your mother died in the fire that turned your life upside down. You could remember the heat, the fear you felt, and how you had never gripped Dean’s hand or held onto Sammy so tightly then you did that night when you brought them out of the burning house.
Ever since then your father gave you one task, to take care of Sam and Dean. It wasn’t something that was foreign to you; it was something that you had loved helping your mother do. She had always lovingly referred to you as the mini mama because you enjoyed it so much.
Hey guys! I hope that everyone is having a supremely good day today! I’m sorta shy to post this because I’ve never written a sexy-time before, but I gave it a go lol. Basically, Tom and the reader go to the library and Tom gets a little frustrated by the book the reader picks out for him, and then, sexy-time ensues. I hope you like it!
Dirty, Pretty Things
He had lost her within the sea of words that had engulfed them both.
When Tom had first entered the grand library, the sight of so many shelves completely drenched in knowledge blew his eyes wide open. She, on the other hand, had immersed herself, diving in and out of shelves quickly, and coming out with towering stacks of novels. Tom watched, hands in his pockets, as she piled the literature as high as it could go without falling.
Grabbing her readings, he moved them to a secluded corner, where he sat down on the floor to wait for her to come back to him.
As she fluttered about, rushing in between sections and up and down staircases, her skin gave off a soft sheen of champagne that he knew came from her ridiculously expensive highlighter. The heels of her boots tapped anxiously across the floor. Sounding as though they were afraid they’d only be granted a set amount of time to wander through the library. The straps of the dress his girlfriend wore began to slip off her shoulders and she failed to fix them to their proper place again. When she bent down, Tom noticed that her position revealed a more than generous amount of her legs. He bit his lip and tried to ignore how alluringly endearing she looked.
Tom loved to watch her like this. She looked incredibly at home nestled inside the library’s massive selection of books. She wasn’t worried about other people, or how they could be perceiving her. Instead, her only focus was on choosing the best and most interesting novel to read.
After about forty minutes, she finally came back to him, carrying four more books in her hands.
“I picked some out for you to read as well,” she said, nestling decisively underneath his arm.
Due to the spot Tom had secured, she was sat directly next to the left corner of the wall with Tom cuddled into her right side. Tom beamed at her and pressed an open mouthed kiss to her lips. “What did you get for me darling?”
“Well, firstly, I grabbed you the first Harry Potter book because I think that it’s absolute insanity that you haven’t read it yet. Then, I grabbed Horns and The Shining, in case your in the mood for horror, but, if all else fails, maybe you could try Hidden Bodies or Dirty, Pretty Things?” She began to ramble on about why she had selected each novel and then stopped short. “Oh, shit, I should go back and bring you Fight Club, I really think that-.” Tom quickly wrapped an arm around her middle, securing her back down on the floor.
“No, no, I’m excited to read Dirty, Pretty Things. That’s the poetry book you’ve been off about with Kaylee, right? I want to read that one.” Tom watched her pull the thin, pink book out of the stack to hand to him.
She looked shy handing it over to him. As soon as his hands slid over the front cover, she quickly interjected, “you may not like it, but the words are just lovely and they make me,” she stopped short and shuddered.
Tom quirked a brow, “oh yeah? Better get started then.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and rustled her hair.
Tom watched as she leaned forward and bit her lip, trying to decide what she wanted to read first. Eventually, she settled on A Tale For the Time Being and curled up against his chest.
Tom’s eyes skimmed over poem after poem, and he began to understand why she spoke so much about it, just not directly to him. The book was written about love, and carnal attraction and she was forever timorous.
The poetry in Dirty, Pretty Things was beginning to get to him, especially when he thought about her reading it. Michael Faudet’s words were dulcet and enticing, and Tom imagined whispering them softly into her ear, as he slipped his hands up her skirt.
Tom’s mind briefly wandered to her getting off on the words within the book and had to stop for a few seconds to recompose himself. He glanced down at her. The words on the page of her book seemed to leap and dance off the page, mocking him for being of more interest to her than he was. Shaking his head, he tried not to look at the uncovered, sweet smelling, perfumed, skin of her chest. Going back to his own book, he attempted to allow the book’s poetry to command his full attention once again.
The first poem Tom encountered as he flipped the page nearly killed him. He stopped breathing and read over the words three more times before letting out a shaker gasp.
The only words on the page were, “Put your hands on my knees, she said, and think of me as a book you’ve been dying to read.”
Tom looked from the poem to her, then again and again before he felt his jeans getting even tighter than they were before. This had to be a sign. Shit, they were in a library, surrounded by books, all alone in a dimly lit corner of the library. Not to mention, books and literature were her favorite things in the word. She had told him a while ago that the best compliment she’d ever received had been from slew of teachers who had all insisted that she had the best taste in books they’d seen in a long time. Michael Faudet’s words were taunting him.
“Baby,” he started, gently tilting her chin up to look at him. “I’m bored.”
She frowned, “do you not like the book because I can go and grab you another, or maybe-,” Tom cut her short by sliding a soft hand across her throats to sweep her hair off her shoulder.
“Let’s trade. You can read Dirty, Pretty Things out loud to me. I’m sleepy and I wanna listen to you read the poems.” Tom gently guided his book into her palms.
She flushed red and stuttered for a minute. “Tom, I can’t.
“Why not?” He countered.
“You’ve read it,” She muttered, looking away from him. “The words are libidinous.”
Tom brought her eyes back to his and licked his lips before he spoke. “I wanna hear you read them darling.” He moved to kiss the spot just below her lips. Tom dared lower and lower, tangling his hands in her hair as he went. When he reached her collarbones, she finally snapped.
Letting out an airy sigh, she gasped out, “fine Tom.”
He smirked and placed a final kill on the base of her throat and corrected his posture so that he was sitting with his arms protectively circling her frame.
She moved to flip to the next page when Tom interrupted her. “Do you mind reading from the beginning? I wanna hear it all in your voice.”
Narrowing her eyes, she flipped back to the first page and began to read. As she read through the first few poems, Tom’s hands began to totter.
First, he slipped them up and down her arms, feigning an effort to keep her warm. Then, he began to give her small kisses on the forehead, cheek, neck and hand. She looked at him, slightly confused as to why he’d ask her to read out loud if he wasn’t going to pay attention.
Nevertheless, she kept reading.
As she flipped the page, her breathing was cut short. Tom knew exactly which poem she’d stumbled across. “Sweetheart, do you want to play a game?” Tom asked her, his voice rough and low in her ear.
She blinked up at him, her cheeks flushed cherry red as she managed to stutter out a few syllables.
“How about I tell you the rules first?” He paused briefly, and then began to talk. “The book you’ve chosen for me has actually proven itself to be quite the naughty thing and I think that you gave it to me on purpose. Since you like to play so many little games instead of just telling me directly what you want, I think that maybe I’ll give games a go too.” Tom stopped to look at her again. Her pupils had consumed the typical color of her eyes and her hands were slightly shaking. Taking them within his own, he kissed the backs of both of her hands.
“If you’ll allow me, I’d very much like to reenact that poem. You are the book that I’ve been dying to read.”
Her eyes shut and she bit her lip to contain the moan threatening to slip past.
“Here’s the catch though, I still want you to read to me. If you stop reading out loud, I’ll stop what I’m doing and you wouldn’t want that, would you?” Tom peppered her neck with open mouthed kisses.
She nodded her head, eyes still shut tight.
“No, darling, I need verbal consent, just to be sure.” Tom continued his assault on her neck.
Her eyes finally snapped open and she rolled her head around to look directly into Tom’s eyes. “Please.” She whispered.
With that, Tom smirked and lifted the hem of her dress and slipped his hand further up her thighs.
Her voice shook, “the kind of love letter I write are the ones you read in bed, stretched out beneath the sheets with one hand between your legs.”
Tom pressed his mouth to her and she convulsed against his lips, gasping out the words to the next line.
BTS Reaction - Their gf gets clingy when she’s sleepy
I was wondering if you could do a bts reaction where you get really clingy when you’re sleepy? Thank you in advance 🌌💚
SO MUCH FLUFFFFF
When Yoongi wants to sleep, he just wants to sleep. So when it’s late, and the two of you are sitting on the couch watching a movie that completely disinterests you, you’re hoping it just ends so you can sleep already.
“Yoongi,” you say as he intently watches the movie, where bombs are going off and men are shouting. You tug on his shirt and move your body closer to him, so your cheek is pressed against his shoulder. Making a face, it’s not close enough for you, so you climb onto his lap and rest your head on his shoulder while wrapping your arms around his waist.
Yoongi just makes a face, “Really, Y/N.” But when you don’t move, he just sighs and turns the movie off before bringing you upstairs. You don’t even waste time being apart from him, because as soon as he lies down you’re clinging to him again.
He knew how you got when you were sleepy, so when you had accompanied your boyfriend to the studio one day and ended up staying there late into the night, you couldn’t help yourself. Laying on the couch in the studio, you sat there on your phone, trying not to be annoying while Namjoon continued to write lyrics and mess with the soundboard.
Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. You got up and walked behind him, your head resting on his shoulder. “Namjoon,” you whispered, your lips against his neck but your eyes closed, already half asleep. “I’m sleepy,” you said, louder.
“Baby, you know I’m trying to -” He began, but seeing as you weren’t going to move unless he came with you, Namjoon sighed before standing up and taking you into his warm embrace, where he dragged you to the car and drove home where you clung to him even more.
It was 5 AM - and you just weren’t having it. After a long day the night before, you couldn’t believe you had agreed to come with Hoseok to the studio this morning. You had been putting it off because of how early he had to go in and practice, and he was beginning to nag you about it.
“Hoseok,” you drawled, grabbing onto the back of his sweatshirt as he walked down the hallway of the dimly lit company building. You caught him by surprise, and he slowed down to wrap an arm around your shoulders as you involuntarily dragged your feet down the carpet.
“Wake up,” your boyfriend said, laughing as you tripped over your own two feet. You just grappled at his hoodie again, breathing in his scent and then automatically wrapping your arms around his waist. “Aish, Y/N, I have to go practice…”
“Y/N, I gotta go get something,” Jungkook said, detaching himself from your grip as you clung to him like a koala to a tree. He jogged down the hallway, looking back to laugh at your annoyed, sleepy face.
You wouldn’t let him get away from you that easily, so you shuffled after him and slammed right into his back, burying your face in the soft fabric of his t-shirt. You heard him laugh again, this time an arm coming back to drape over your shoulders.
“Hey,” you began to say as he pulled you closer to him, sure he would abandon you like he did a few weeks ago, but as he dragged you down the hallway with him to the waiting room, you felt his lips press themselves firmly against your forehead. “Why are you so sleepy, baby?” He murmured.
You flopped onto the couch as soon as you walked in the door, shoes and all. The day you had was insane - meetings and clients and too much standing wore you out completely. Taehyung just looked at you with a small smile playing on his lips, his eyes cast downwards to your tired face.
“Today was the worst,” you said, slipping your heels off and curling up against your boyfriend, who was watching We Got Married on the television. “Oh, yeah? Wanna tell me about it?” He responded, focused on the TV. Your hand went up to curl around his neck, and you pulled yourself up so your body was pushed against his chest.
“I guess not,” he laughed, turning his head to kiss your cheek as you drifted off, and you felt his hand come up and rub your back while he continued to watch his show.
He continued to let out his windshield laugh as you clung to him like a teddy bear. It was 6 AM, and you swear you were more tired than you had ever been in your life that morning. Combined with the other early starts you were beginning to hat, the effects of sleep hadn’t wore off yet in the slightest.
“Jagi, come on,” Jin would laugh, lifting his arms to show the other boys how clingy you were being. You heard him say, “She gets like this when it’s early.” Your boyfriend would look down at you, your head hung as your eyes remained closed.
He would pull you towards the couch, and sit down with you in his lap. “Just go without me, I’ll be there in a few minutes.” He explained waving the other boys off as his attention was finally focused on you. “I don’t want you to leave, you’re nice and warm,” you mumbled, borrowing into his chest. “Aish…”
Poor Jimin, you’d be clinging to him so badly. It would be in the middle of the day, but you had been tossing and turning all night the night before because you kept waking up. He’d beg you to just let him go to the bathroom for five minutes, but you just kept clinging to him.
Your hand would have his shirt in between your fists and your face would be buried in his neck, while his arms snaked around you. His hands would rub your back while you hid against him, and he just casually talked to the other boys while you held onto your boyfriend.
“Y/N…come on, I think its time for you to lay down.” Jimin would say quietly, walking you to the sofa where he’d pull a blanket up to your chin. Right as he was about to leave the room, your hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. “Y/N,” he sighed, coming back towards you and eventually giving in, where he lied down next to you. Your noses were touching as you drifted off, his hand gently rubbing your back.
LOOK AT THE PHOTO MORE CLOSELY...They are naked?! Um Hiro, are you saying this whole time Gajeel and Levy have been doing naughty things?? Also RBOZ is doing a mini comic/comic for the picture!!!!
dude you have no idea how long I’ve been staring at that piece of perfection, they are naked as fuck, they have no clothes, Gajeel is really up in her personal space like really up in her personal space and Levy looks like she is about to have the time of her life with her man’s dick in her.
look at how happy they are being in each other’s presence with nothing but skin and air between them.
I put this on twitter but for fun’s sake lemme put it here too
Beautiful bitch’s titty is out
I do not doubt for a second that they’ve been having intimate fucking for a while now. Taking away the fact that they consensually spent a year together, a year that we don’t know exactly what happened other than the fact that they were in the council and their feelings for each other obviously grew, Mashima’s a troll and has left clues to dot together:
the first clue was this fucking blanket scandal controversy I wasn’t in the fandom when this chapter came out but i did my research and went through fairy tail confess for help as well so i know what shit went down with Gajeel being shirtless and Levy in her tank top pajama, they were the only ones in bed
lemme just bring up the fact that if Levy was asleep and barely waking up in fairy hills, you know the only known residence of hers, then when Irene’s shit wore off, and people assumingely ended up at the place they were when the war began, wouldn’t she have been near Erza and Wendy? She wasn’t she was right next to Gajeel and Lily.
second, this dirty ass innuendo, where we see Gajeel’s sparkling eyes for Levy for the first time
that position with his arm looks familiar If he meant that with no kind of double entendre we would’ve known from Levy’s expression and Im sure she would’ve been pissed and pulled her “Gajeel’s being a stupid fuck” face aka my favorite levy face but
she’s cool with it, like “okay he’s going to throw me in jail alright it’s cool, this is normal, code for he’s going to fuck me”
third, the one spoken at the most heartbreaking moment
gonna say this with a little bit of sex ed. Ok so Gajeel wants kids with Levy, kids, two children, twins, offspring, the common product of unprotected sex. In order for Gajeel to want a family with Levy he has to want to fuck her. Let me repeat, he needs to have sex with Levy in order to get the kids he wants. More vulgarly, Gajeel needs to put his dick inside of Levy’s pussy in order for Levy to get pregnant, something that Gajeel wants. Again, Gajeel needs to stick his penis inside of Levy’s vagina, make friction and have that penis ejaculate sperm which will then swim up Levy’s uterus and fight to be the first one inside of Levy’s egg which has to be attached to Levy’s fallopian tube, waiting to be fertilized i got a B in human biology i forgot if this is how it happens but google is free so feel free to correct me, Im just going by memory rn. idk if the twins are supposed to be identical or fraternal but either way for fraternal, two eggs have to be fertilized by two sperm and for identical, one sperm penetrates one egg which will then split as the pregnancy progresses.Ok and this is based on my own view point, people can have a different viewpoint on this but for me I would have to be in an intimate relationship with someone before i think about having kids with them, idk if either Gajeel or Levy are the same way but that’s just me.
this is the one that convinced me that they’ve had sex before and that Levy likes being on top
their reunion was eye opening to me, it surprised me just how comfortable they were in this position as if they’ve done a million times before, there was no embarrassed blushes and constant apologizing for invading personal space, Levy wanted to be in Gajeel’s personal space and vice versa,
their reaction and actions after this just proved how normal this was to them
as if they weren’t just in a position where Levy looked like she was riding him, they’re not mortified, they’re not embarrassed that there was people around who saw their reunion and intimate position.
i got no idea where the hot springs pictures go here to be honest, i don’t think they were necessary and i get it wasn’t Gajeel’s fault stupid ichiya but it was still uncomfortable for both of them I bet, they weren’t able to enjoy it because they didn’t want to be in that position at that time, it was not consensual on both parts, again i saw stupid ichiya but yeah other than that i dont know
I hope hope that Mashima gives us more in regards to them and their relationship status and how long they’ve been together but we just have to wait and see.
oh dude and you don’t even know how hyped i am about Rusky doing some art for this and I am looking forward to any fanfic or art based on that very picture because it is perfection and should be in the Louvre, Mona Lisa who??
added bonuses just to show that Levy loves Gajeel’s titties Gajeel knows this too as alluded in the “a future” panel where Levy has her hand on his upper titty:
^^this one just made me realize that they’ve lain together like that.
and Im sorry this post got so long I got carried away with this but I have a lot of feels about these two people being naked together
Summary: You’re a cold hearted, remorseless hunter who’s after a witch. When you unintentionally save Dean Winchester’s life, you shoot him. He finds out you’re staying at the same motel as him and Sam later that evening, and then you guys do..things.
wtf kind of summary is that
Request: hey! so i just saw the requests are open.. ive been thinking about some dean x reader smut/fluff stuff inspired by bad woman by motörhead, it just fits perfectly! if you find it inspiring aswell, id love to read a fic about it! youre amazing :) love!
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: SMUT, Oral (female and male receiving), over stimulation, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, language…I think that’s it?
“Sam?!” Dean whispered as he stalked around the old cabin. Sam and Dean had been separated outside by something, and Sam was out in the woods somewhere.
The cabin was dark, dank, and no one good had stayed there in years. This witch was supposedly here, but it was quiet, very quiet, and the witch was still nowhere to be found.
That was until Dean tripped a wire, and the witch burst through the doors, absolutely pissed that her home - if you could call it that - was being invaded. By a hunter nonetheless. The witch held out her arms, flinging Dean across the room. He hit the fireplace before hitting the floor.
“Bitch.” He groaned as he rolled around, trying to stand up. He held up his gun to shoot, but it wasn’t his gun that went off. He jumped at the sound of another gun shooting and the sight of the witch falling to the floor.
“Sam?” he stepped forward and looked around, thinking it must have been his brother that shot the witch. But as he rounded the corner, he was surprised to see you standing there.
“Hey, uh, thanks.” Dean said as he rubbed the back of his neck, taking you in. You were gorgeous. Long flowy y/h/c hair, striking y/e/c eyes, paired with skinny jeans, knee high boots, and a leather jacket zipped up just enough to give Dean a nice look at your cleavage.
“Don’t thank me,” you spat out, “I wasn’t trying to save you. That witch bitch just needed killing.”
Dean was taken aback at how cold your words were. He thought you must’ve been one of those mean, loner hunters him and Sam came across sometimes. But there was something different about you.
He looked you up and down, his eyes trailing across every curve on your body.
“Ugh, fuck you.” you spat out before you raised your gun and shot him, the bullet just grazing his arm and knocking him on his ass. You didn’t take well to being gawked at.
*casually dumps a shitton of dear evan hansen/be more chill crossover headcanons*
NOTE: All of these headcanons take place within the crossover universe but not all of them feature characters from both musicals. Some just involve DEH characters and some just involve BMC characters. I JUST WANTED TO HEADCANON STUFF ABOUT THEM OKAY (also this is a hella long post so under the readmore it goes)
“I don’t think Bucky likes me,” Tony said quietly, watching
a crab skitter over his toes.
Steve frowned, looking up from braiding some kelp together.
“He likes you, he’s just… Ever since he was attacked by that sea monster, he’s
“We were basking and he almost drowned me, Steve,” Tony
sighed, then bent down, hand dipping into the water to scoop up a starfish. He
flipped it over to look at its mouth. “Not to mention all the times he decides
I’ve been hogging you and just… takes you.”
“He’s getting better about that! And he didn’t mean to almost drown you. He didn’t know
you couldn’t breathe underwater!” Steve insisted, and then scowled and smacked
the brunet’s hand when he started poking lightly at the starfish’s mouth. “Quit
it. You’re freaking it out.”
Tony obediently tossed the starfish back into the water,
curling his toes into the sand. “If you say so, Steve.”
Steve sighed. “He is
“I believe you,” Tony lied, shifting his feet so the
sucker-marks that curled around the back of his left leg weren’t as visible.
Steve noticed anyway, and his face twisted into something
“Well,” Tony mumbled, leaning his elbows on his knees as the
blond was yanked under the surface of the water. “At least the noise you make
every time doesn’t stop being funny.”
It took several minutes, but eventually, Steve resurfaced.
He lifted his hands to shove his wet hair out of his eyes and sighed loudly,
annoyed. “Sorry. Bucky, say you’re sorry.”
Bucky surfaced so just his eyes were above the water. He
glared at Tony suspiciously.
“Say you’re sorry,”
Steve repeated icily.
Bucky ducked back under the water before popping back out
just long enough to blurt out, “Sorry, I guess.” Then he disappeared under the
surface again, probably to sulk.
Steve made another annoyed sound and rolled his eyes, then
looked up at Tony earnestly. “Listen, okay, we’re friends. I’m not going to
stop being your friend just because Bucky gets jealous sometimes. Do you
Tony curled his toes in the sand again, nodding. “Yeah.”
“I’m a person and I
get to decide who I spend time with. And I wanna spend time with you.”
“Okay,” Tony agreed obediently. He stood. “Would you be
offended if I said I have to go now? I have to get ready for a business trip.”
“No,” Steve answered, swimming closer to him. He put his
hands on Tony’s shoulders, stretching up, and placed a chaste kiss to his lips.
“See you soon.”
“Yup,” Tony agreed. “Won’t be more than a week.”
“’kay.” Steve smiled at him before flopping backward into
the water, splashing him.
Tony squealed, skittering backward. “Steve!”
“Adorable,” Steve said, grinning at him, then yelped and ducked
under the water when Tony threatened to throw a rock at him.
“Jerk!” Tony yelled at the water, but he was smiling.
Steve’s smiling face poked out of the water. “See you in a
Bucky frowned. “Maybe his trip got extended. He said that
“Maybe,” Steve mumbled, laying his head on his arms.
Bucky sank in the water so just his eyes were visible,
staring balefully at the rocky little cove where Tony always met them—met
Steve, anyway. It was going on the third week.
Steve sat up suddenly, turning to scowl at him. “You really
hurt him last time, you know?”
“I’m sorry,” Bucky
muttered, more sincerely than he’d ever said it to Tony’s face. “I didn’t think
I had him that tight. I’ll apologize when he comes back.”
Steve wasn’t finished. “He thinks you don’t like him!”
Bucky grimaced. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Tony, he just… he just didn’t know
how to deal with humans. Especially when Tony had very blatantly stared at his
left arm—he was already self-conscious about how it looked, he didn’t need
someone judging him for it.
“I’ll apologize when he gets back. For real this time,” he
snapped, then ducked under the water petulantly so he couldn’t hear what Steve
said next. He curled his tentacles anxiously. He would apologize.
He wouldn’t apologize.
Bucky snarled as he crawled up the beach. Sand was getting
in his suckers. He hated dry sand. It was itchy and gross. He was chafing. He
hoped Steve appreciated what he was doing! And he hoped that Steve kicked
Tony’s ass when he dragged him back down to the beach! Who the hell says ‘I’ll
be back in a week’ and then just fucking leaves
for six months?!
Tony’s house was locked up tight, but there were lights on.
Bucky muttered to himself and squeezed one of his tentacles
through the keyhole, slapping around until the tip of it caught the deadbolt
and unlocked it. He fell through the door with a yelp and dull ‘splat’ as his
tentacles spread out to try and catch him but didn’t do it fast enough. “God
fucking damn it.” He paused when he saw what looked like an aquarium nearby,
emptied of fish and water. He sneered at it.
He’d barely crawled his way through the living room when he
heard footsteps. He stopped, curling down into the floor, tentacles shifting
and changing color to match the wood beneath him.
Tony came stumbling out of a hallway, wild-eyed. “Bucky?!”
Bucky would have asked how he knew it was him, but how many
people with tentacles did Tony know? “You said you’d be back in a week,” he
said accusingly. “Steve misses you.”
“I miss Steve,” Tony blurted out immediately, looking
confused. “But—you should be happy. Because I’m not hogging him anymore? You
don’t—you don’t like it when I spend time with Steve.”
…Maybe he would apologize anyway. But only for making Tony
think Bucky didn’t like him, not for accidentally hurting him!
“It’s not that I don’t like you spending time with Steve,”
Bucky told him icily, and did not expand that he was suspicious anytime Steve
spent time away from him. “And anyway that doesn’t matter. He’s been waiting at
the cove every week for six months to see you and what—you just couldn’t be
“I can’t,” Tony
said, and if Bucky hadn’t been so angry he might have noticed the way the
human’s eyes went round with fright.
“You can’t or you’re just tired of us? The novelty wore off
of actually knowing mers?” he spat, and waved around at the human’s big ugly
house. “What, are you looking for something new now? Something more
Tony took a step back, hurt. “It’s not—I want to come see Steve-!”
“Good,” Bucky snapped, reaching out a tentacle to wrap
around the brunet’s wrist. “If we leave now he’ll probably be there.”
Tony stumbled a few steps, clawing at the tentacle around
his wrist. “No-! Bucky, I can’t—Let me go!”
“Do you know what all you’ve even put Steve through?!” Bucky
asked, dragging him out the door and to the stairs carved into the rock leading
down to the beach.
“Let me go, Bucky,
I—” Tony shuddered as he heard the waves brushing up against the sand, tugging
more insistently. “I can’t, I can’t—BUCKY
Bucky yelped as Tony tore his wrist free, falling forward,
but he caught himself this time. He turned, frowning in confusion, and made a
concerned noise when he saw Tony curled up on the ground. He shuffled over to
him. Tony was trembling and making the same terrible noise that he’d made when
Bucky hadn’t known he couldn’t breathe underwater, like he was drowning. But he
couldn’t be drowning, they hadn’t even made it close to the water—
Tony gasped in a big breath, then went back to that terrible
Bucky began wrapping his tentacles around the man, trying to
uncurl him. “Tony, you need to breathe!”
“I can’t-!” Tony choked out, tears clinging to his lashes.
Bucky got the unsettling feeling that Tony wasn’t just
talking about being able to breathe.
“They… drowned him?” Steve asked, brows furrowed together in
confusion. “But you said he was still alive.”
Bucky held his hands out helplessly. He didn’t really
understand the explanation he’d been given. “They drowned him but they made him
breathe again afterward?”
“Yeah, well,” Bucky muttered, crossing his arms with a
scowl. “I guess they only had him for three months. He tried coming down after
he got home because he knew you’d be worried but as soon as he saw the water he…
like an anemone, when you scare them? Just—” He gripped his hands together into
a ball. “—Schlp. There he went. He
did that when I was trying to bring him down.”
Steve’s lips moved silently, copying the noise Bucky had
made. “I never would have described anemones like that but okay.”
“You know what I meant,” Bucky snapped.
“Okay, but, how am I supposed to see him if he won’t come
down?” Steve asked, frowning, and crossed his arms. “I’m glad he’s okay. …Ish.
But I’d still like to see it with my own eyes.”
Bucky did not say that seeing him with his own eyes probably
wouldn’t help him decide that Tony was okay. Instead, he silently held up the
three buckets he’d dragged down the stairs with him.
“…What… what are you even planning with this?” Steve asked
suspiciously. “You’re not gonna try to carry me, are you?”
Bucky rolled his eyes. “I can’t carry you; we’ll both fall
down the stairs. But I can keep you wet. Do you
think you can make it up the stairs?”
Steve turned to squint at the carved stone steps. “…If you
keep me wet enough, I should be able to.” He yelped when Bucky immediately
threw one of the buckets of water on him. “I’M NOT OUT OF THE WATER YET YOU
Steve was tempted to tackle him into the sand because he
knew how much Bucky hated getting sand in his tentacles but he was too worried
about Tony to follow through.
“Oh,” Tony said, hopeful and sad all at once.
Steve looked up from where he was sprawled out on the wood
floor in a large puddle. “Sorry about your floor.”
“What are you—That’s not going to be comfortable!” Tony
exclaimed when he noticed Bucky dumping a bucket of water into the empty
“Well he’s gotta stay wet somehow,” Bucky reasoned. Steve
wasn’t like Bucky, who could do well out of water for a time because of his slimy mucus. His scales and
gills dried out. His chest was already heaving with effort.
“What happened to your wrist?” Steve asked, concerned.
Tony moved to hide his wrist behind his back, then stopped.
It was too late anyway. He looked down at his wrist, frowning, and rubbed the
bruises from Bucky’s suckers gently. “Bucky was trying to take me to see you.
I—I panicked. I couldn’t get the right words out and I couldn’t say the right
thing. So I just. Um. Yanked.”
Steve held his hands out and made a quiet noise when the
brunet obediently offered him his arm, thumb trailing over the little round
“It didn’t hurt that bad,” Tony insisted.
“Yeah, because you were a little busy trying to breathe,”
“ACK!” Steve exclaimed when Bucky’s tentacles wrapped around
him and lifted him off the floor.
Tony couldn’t help a smile. “That’s never not going to be
Steve yelped as he was dropped into the aquarium. It was
true—it wasn’t comfortable. His tail curled up at the end awkwardly and the
glass dug in under his armpits. Still, he already felt better with his tail
submerged, and he felt almost normal when he splashed water on his gills. He
accepted the bucket Bucky handed him and shoved his head into it, taking a few
deep breaths so he could wet the insides of his gills as well.
When he pulled his head back out, he saw Tony hadn’t moved,
and was instead chewing on his bottom lip anxiously. “…Even this amount of
water bothers you?” Steve asked sadly.
“I can’t, um—I can’t even shower,” Tony admitted quietly,
shoulders hunching with shame. “I just. Use a damp washcloth. To get clean.”
“It’s not your
fault they made you fear the water,” Steve insisted when the brunet’s shoulders
hunched even more.
Bucky couldn’t help but curl a tentacle over Tony’s
shoulders, he looked so sad. “Yeah, that’s on them. Any human would be afraid
of the water after drowning.” When the human didn’t look convinced, he grumbled
and muscled him down to coil the rest of his tentacles around him.
Tony let out a slightly hysterical giggle. “I’ve seen porn
“Well, if you want me to fuck you with my sperm tentacle,
you have to say please.” Bucky smirked when the human choked. “And then don’t
be mad about the mess. I know Steve was mad the first time I came in him.”
“It was slimy and everywhere!” Steve exclaimed indignantly.
“And inky. Oh my God. You stained my
scales. The other mers laughed at me all week!”
Tony giggled again, flustered. “Oh my God.”
“Don’t laugh!” Steve whined. “This asshole wasn’t even
“Why would I be sorry? Everyone could see that you were
mine.” Bucky loosened up his hold on Tony when he felt him relaxing. “Plus it’s
not like I’m the filthy one here. You’re the one that asked me to ink on your
face while we were above water.”
“Shut up!” Steve shrieked, flushing pink, and shoved his
head back into the bucket.
“He’s just embarrassed because he doesn’t want you to think
he’s a deviant,” Bucky whispered, smirking.
Tony tilted his head. “Is he? A deviant, I mean.”
“Well, octo- or squid-mers and fish-mers are kind of odd couples.
We’ve been more accepted in recent years,” Bucky added thoughtfully. “The older
folks might think he’s deviant. I don’t know why. Who would willingly pass up
tentacles? I can have one in his mouth, one wrapped around his dick, and
another inside his—”
“Yup,” Tony cut in quickly, squirming. “I can see how the
older generation would find that deviant.”
Bucky looked at one of his tentacles, twisting it this way
and that. “Also the texture is way different than a dick. It’s squishy. I mean,
I squeezed it through your keyhole.”
“Yeah, I saw the video, that was kinda gross not gonna lie.”
Steve lifted his head from the bucket. “Yeah, it takes a
little getting used to, but Bucky’s really good with them.”
Tony buried his face in his hands. “Can we talk about
literally anything else because I didn’t actually plan for that to be anything
but a joke.”
“A shame,” Bucky sighed. “But if you ever change your mind—”
“I’ll let you know,” Tony squeaked, cutting him off.
They eventually got Tony to be willing to come close to the
aquarium after a couple weeks. But that might have mostly been because it took
Bucky a hell of a lot more effort to carry a fresh bucket of water to Steve to
“I’ll probably never be able to approach the waterline
again,” Tony admitted miserably instead of accepting their praise. “Just
thinking about it—”
“Hey, no, that’s fine,” Steve hurried to say. “You bought a
bigger tank just for me. I don’t mind coming up here. Especially since you
rigged that basket so we don’t have to climb the stairs anymore.”
“Not that Steve actually minded the stairs,” Bucky added in
a drawl. “‘Buck, look at my triceps! Buck, look at my shoulders!’ I wanted to push
him down the stairs but he would have just crawled back up saying ‘extra
Steve stared at him, disappointed. “Why must you constantly
embarrass me in front of Tony?”
“I think your biceps are amazing, Steve,” Tony offered.
Steve pointed in Bucky’s face smugly. “HA.”
“Don’t encourage him!” Bucky exclaimed, betrayed. “I have to
go home with this guy! I hear enough of him being a smug asshole without you
“…I find it hard to believe that you are not also a smug
asshole,” Tony said after thinking it over. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be
Bucky opened his mouth, then closed it thoughtfully. “…Well.
You’re not wrong, I suppose.”
“The sex is good too,” Steve added helpfully. “I’d stay for
Tony snorted. “A ringing endorsement.”
Steve hummed, smiling, and ducked his face into the bucket
to wet his gills before he sat back up. “Would you ever get in the aquarium
Tony’s grip immediately tightened around the glass, knuckles
going white. He closed his eyes, visibly trying to ground himself as his breath
caught in his throat. Steve would have touched his hand, but he was wet and he
didn’t want to make it worse for Tony.
Bucky frowned, concerned. “Hey, you don’t have to get into the aquarium. Steve was
just wondering. I mean you made really good progress already, you can stand
next to it!”
“I just… I really miss hugging you, is all,” Steve admitted
Tony’s hands were shaking, but he eventually wheezed out, “I
When Tony curled up on the ground trying to wheeze in a
breath after trying, Bucky’s tentacles curled around him, Steve gaped at him.
“I didn’t believe you.”
“Why wouldn’t you believe me about this?!” Bucky snapped.
Steve curled his hands into a ball. “Schlp. There he went.”
Bucky’s lips twitched with the want to smile, but this was
really not the time to laugh.
Tony did eventually get in the tank with him. There was
barely enough water to keep Steve’s tail damp, but Tony was already shaking
when Steve wrapped his arms around him, so he didn’t say anything. He’d missed
this—Tony always felt perfect in his arms. He ignored how slight and fragile
Tony felt, ignored the thought that maybe Tony didn’t eat enough or was so
anxious all the time living by the ocean that he could hardly keep food down.
Instead he curled his arms tighter around him and lifted his tail so Tony’s
pants stopped soaking up the minuscule amounts of water, so he’d stay drier.
“’m sorry,” Tony mumbled into his shoulder. “I used to be
able to swim. Now I can barely sit in an inch of water.”
Bucky curled his tentacles over the side of the tank. “Don’t
be sorry. It’s not your fault that other people hurt you.”
Steve stroked a hand through his hair. “Besides, this is
fine. I… was starting to think I might never see you again.” He pressed his
nose into Tony’s hair and took a deep whiff. He still smelled the same, human
scents that Steve couldn’t name that made up a scent purely Tony. “I don’t know
what I thought had happened to you, to be honest.”
“Whatever you think of will probably never be as bad as what
actually happened,” Tony croaked, shivering.
No, Steve and Bucky agreed silently. They supposed not.
They got Tony up to three inches of water. He still trembled
with fear, but seemed to do alright if he was clutching onto Steve or if Bucky
had his tentacles wrapped around him.
“You know we’d never let anything happen to you, right?”
Bucky asked one night. “I know I was an asshole when we first met—I didn’t know
you couldn’t breathe underwater. But after I learned that you couldn’t, I
wouldn’t have let you drown.”
“Yeah, you’d just grip him too tight,” Steve muttered into Tony’s
shoulder. The bruises around his wrist had healed, but here were still some
vaguely sucker-shaped prints on the back of his left leg.
Bucky glared at him. “What if I just wrapped one of my
tentacles around your neck?”
Tony giggled just a touch hysterically. “It’s hard to focus
on being scared when you two are bickering like an old married couple.”
“We wouldn’t survive marriage,” Bucky said. “Or, well. Steve
wouldn’t survive marriage. Because I’d murder him.”
“How do you know I wouldn’t murder you, huh?!” Steve
exclaimed, clutching Tony tighter. “Tony could be my new husband then!”
Bucky scoffed. “Don’t be stupid, Steve. I’ve seen the way he
looks at my tentacles—”
the brunet added, glaring at him. “I bet he’d love to have my tentacles in him.
Besides, I can survive longer out of the water than you.”
Steve scoffed back at him. “Please. Tony could make a nice big tank for me. And even if he didn’t,
I’d figure something out.” He gave the human a pat on the butt, making him
squeak in surprise. “My husband would need me, after all.”
“You guys are too much,” Tony giggled, hiding his face in
“I think we’re just enough,” Steve teased, smiling, because
the brunet had stopped trembling as much. “Don’t worry, Tony. I’ll let you know
when I’m going to kill Bucky so you can at least say goodbye.”
“What!” Bucky squawked indignantly.
Steve tilted his head. “Although you really should try out
the tentacles at least once before he dies. It is certainly something.”
“Listen you piece of shit,” Bucky began, crawling up the
side of the tank and looming over the blond. “If anyone is getting murdered here it’s
gonna be you for your smart mouth!”
“Boop,” Steve said, poking his nose, because he was
ridiculously unafraid of everything.
Bucky snarled. “Steve!”
Tony threw his head back with a bark of laughter. Even
though he really missed the sound Steve made every time Bucky yanked him under
the surface out of jealousy, he much preferred this bickering to Bucky mulishly
glaring at him from under the water.
“That’s it,” Bucky snapped, and then Tony yelped as a pair
of tentacles wrapped under his arms and lifted him from the tank. “This is mine
“Noooo Bucky come on!” Steve whined, making grabby hands.
Bucky dumped an empty bucket onto his head with a clang.
Tony laughed again. “I missed that noise.”
“I will make sure he makes that noise often,” Bucky
promised, cradling the brunet in his tentacles. He smiled smugly at Steve when
the blond pushed the bucket up and glared at him balefully. “It’s the same one
he made when I first penetrated him.”
Steve slung the bucket at Bucky’s head with an angry
screech. “Stop embarrassing me!”
Bucky tipped backward from the force, stunned. “Ow! What the
Steve reached out to try and grab Tony back. “He was mine
“Hey!” Tony laughed as he was tugged up against the tank,
but Bucky’s tentacle around his waist held fast. “Come on, I’m a person! I only
belong to me!”
“…No,” Steve and Bucky told him, then began tugging again.
Tony squawked, then went back to laughing. “You guys are
“Tenacious,” Steve corrected, giving a mighty tug that
brought his feet up off the ground.
“Yeah, that,” Bucky agreed, then jerked back, more tentacles
flying up to wrap around Tony for a better grip.
The squabble eventually ended with Steve and Bucky violently
making-out in the tank. Tony clutched his chest because those kisses looked
like they hurt.
(They did hurt, but just the right amount, he learned later.)