#IT'S LOSING HER ALTOGETHER !!!!!!!!
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"He knows I'm not the possessive type. I'm totally cool with him having other friends." Girl twenty issues earlier you stole your mom's scrubs to sneak into a hospital and spy on your boyfriend's female friend after he repeatedly told you they were just friends. ARE you cool with it
from Robin (1993) #101
#approximately twenty issues later she will see her boyfriend being kissed by another girl and immediately ghost him and take his old job.#no questions asked#in this issue alone she gets irritated because (wait for it) tim appears to be making friends with his elevator boy#there were plenty of moments in steph's characterization that were....shall we say....male-writer coded#but for real though i have such a soft spot in my heart for steph's jealous streak (and her repeated denial of it)#she's so clearly spent so much of her life without feeling especially loved by anyone in particular. and now she has tim#who tends to be much more secure in his relationships and genuinely DOES think steph is perfectly fine with him having other friends#(BECAUSE SHE HAS TOLD HIM SO AND HE TAKES HER AT HER WORD)#but she's plagued by the fear that she'll lose him. and that fear scares her too#another instance of steph not really *getting* tim's boundaries honestly#altogether genuinely one of the most teenaged girl things ever#she's imperfect and i love her for it with all my heart#i support women's wrongs.#stephanie brown#spoiler#oli reads comics
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Urges to script out a small comic piece as a partial rewrite/reimagining sort for arc 2's epilogue, versus the fact that I will likely never actually finish it...
#I think the peacemaker resolution is actually incredibly interesting#like I know people say it ruined the morals of arc 2 and such but I think it's more fun to meet the narrative where it is like.#really asking the question what does this mean if there is never a chance for the dragon to be turned back?#is this just a type of murder? would people have reacted differently if they had killed darkstalker in a more straightforward manner?#the books like to treat a lot of the magic as a study of a character's relation to identity; e.i tourmaline choosing to become ruby again#because she IS ruby now. we don't get a POV for her so we don't know if she mourns losing her life as tourmaline#but she makes the choice because her life as ruby is much richer. ruby is a mother and tourmaline isn't ruby is queen and tourmaline isn't#I believe tui stated outright that to reverse the peacemaker enchantment would simply result in darkstalker dying altogether#so if there's no way for him to come back...#it's interesting !! it's even more interesting the idea of the after effects on the characters themselves#also I get to live in the reality in which they intend to tell Winter. because god I hate the epilogue for how it shafts him.#they'd tell him !!! they trust him !!! i know this I know them better than Tui did writing that epilogue !!!! believe me please god !!!!#anyway I specifically want to script out a conversation between Kinkajou and Qibli#I think they'd have interesting things to talk about on the matter
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HOW HAVE WE NOT GOTTEN THE INTIMACY OF A CHENFORD SCENE OF TIM AND LUCY SNUGGLING IN BED WHILE HAVING AN MORE IN DEPTH DISCUSSION ABOUT HERÂ âDAY OF DEATHâ AND HOW EACH OF THEM FELT FROM THEIR POVâS ABOUT THE EVENTS OF THAT PETRIFYING DAY AND HOW IT IMPACTED THEM AND HOW IT IMPACTS THEM NOW THAT THEYâRE A COUPLE??????
#*and this is icarly!#the rookie#tim bradford#lucy chen#chenford#otp: you know me so well#THEY ONLY TALKED ABOUT IT THAT ONCE IN THE SHOP A FEW EPISODES AFTER DOD#AND IT WAS SO LITTLE WE NEED MOOORRE!!!!!!#THERE'S ABSOLUTELY NO WAY TIM HAS ENTIRELY LET THAT GO#I KNOW TIM! I KNOW MY MAN! I KNOW HE STILL CARRIES THE GUILT OF HER GETTING KIDNAPPED WITH HIM!!!!#ESPECIALLY WITH ALL THESE DISCUSSIONS BETWEEN THEM ABT LUCY'S CAREER AS A UC#IT'S LOSING HER ALTOGETHER !!!!!!!!#GETTING ONE OF THOSE FATEFUL CALLS THAT THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE WAS BRUTALLY KILLED ON THE JOB#HE ALMOST LOST HER ONCE AND IT SENT HIM FLYING OFF THE HANDLE#THINK OF WHAT LOSING HER COULD DO TO HIM NOW#god there were so many little hints foreshadowing the finale and i really think that it's lucy who gets shot in the finale đđđđ#but i'm also fully prepared to be wrong on that one đ€Łđ€Ł
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Aphmau owns a pocket watch but only so she can have it on her bedside table and listen to it tick whilst she tries to fall asleep
#MyS aphmau has some strange obssession with keeping time. she can never figure out why though.#itâs only worse when sheâs dating Zoey and canât see her because of classes⊠or like just sleep existing#she has to keep track of every moment sheâs not with her or she feels like sheâll lose time altogether. and Zoey with it#aphmau#aphverse#rewrite#aphblr#mystreet#amaranth
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i want you to know how much i love and support you :( even if you decide to stop fighting monsters with me someday and do taxes instead :(
#HAWK AND CHICK IS ONE OF THE EPISODES OF ALL TIME#bob telling louise/chick what he always wanted to hear from his own unsupportive father#and reassuring louise that he will always love her even if she changes and that he'll always want to spend time with her#and they'll never lose contact or stop talking altogether (like he did with his dad)#what an amazing episode <3#txt#bob's burgers
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Trying to criticise Louis for a fanâs misbehaviour is low. Most fans are respectful. They touch but donât go too far. The kind of people who sexualise barricade moments are really creepy to me. It says a lot on how they think about touch and connection. Many artists like to get close to their fans, they crowd surf, I see it fairly regularly at small gigs with alternative artists. I remember a couple of years ago, BeyoncĂ© jumped onto her crowd and crowd surfed. It was a beautiful and iconic moment and fans were hopefully respectful and didnât touch where they shouldnât. It is an act of trust and when fans cross that boundary, it is not on the artist. That fan who bragged about gripping Louisâ neck and seemed to make Louis actually have to grasp for breath, that was wrong. Louisâ security got her hand away from Louisâ neck pretty quickly. The next show, Louis kept his head and neck a bit higher and security were extra vigilant about fans getting too close to Louisâ neck. So clearly that was a bit far. When a fan sexually assaulted Louis by touching his dick, that was wrong, that was crossing a boundary and he said it was too far, a bit weird as a way to address that it was too far. Louis going to barricade isnât an invitation to assault him. As I said, most fans are respectful and Louis trusts his fans and enjoys the connection and emotion in being around people he trusts. Fans should know better and most do
âLouis going to barricade isnât an invitation to assault him.â Absolutely, 100% agree.
I do think itâs also an important point to remember that a lot of artists go to barricade or have some sort of crowd interactions, youâre right anon. The Hives did it just last night.
And that ultimately, if lines are crossed then these barricade moments will simply stop. As they should in those circumstance.
#asked and answered#I do need to question tho - are you saying that the way#Louis mentioned on Zach Sang that he had a negative barricade interaction was weird?#cause like - how else did you want him to do it?#he saw a moment to mention it in an offhand non confrontational manner#point across without making a whole song and dance about it#without really addressing the seriousness of it#Iâm not sure what else he could have done except ignore it or make a speech about it - both options poor#and to be really honest#BeyoncĂ© doesnât enter her crowd all the time and so if something did happen and she chose#not to address it that is her business#and valid#Louis returns show after show and needs#to have some mechanism in which to protect himself#if a little comment in a casual setting does that then the barricade girlies better hear him before we lose it altogether
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Andre Richardson Had It Coming
CW : uh, attempted murder happens, dissociation
Having been drawn in by the one sided shouting, Andre sauntered into his kitchen.
He was cocky.Â
He knew he'd won.
She watched him, she knew he was speaking, but she heard none of it.
All she could think of was that triumphant smirk, and those cruel eyes.
And what was becoming of her Kenshi.
He was smart, in a way, having made sure she'd been disarmed before he'd let her in.Â
But that meant little.
He laughed and goaded Kenshi, attracting the man's attention and leaving her on the periphery in silent devastation.
Turning towards the fridge, away from her, they put their focus into debating drinks.
So used to the soft, fragile, uncoordinated girl.
They'd forgotten she could be quiet. She could be quick.Â
It was with slow, deliberate movements she pulled the knife from the block.Â
Expensive. Fancy. Sharp.
And then she moved.
It was strangely easy, she thought. Wasn't it supposed to be more difficult? The way the knife sank into his lower spine, not cleanly, but easily.
Wasnât that different from the deer from her childhood really.Â
Bloodier, maybe.
She pulled the knife loose.
He choked mid laugh, and gasped as his legs buckled.Â
It was warm, on her hands. Brighter than she expected.
It was a pretty color.Â
She liked this shade of red.
A part of her was distantly aware of the quiet stillness her Kenshi had adopted.Â
The stare.
Wide eyed and frozen.Â
Shocked?Â
She wasnât sure why.
Most of her was completely focused on the vermin at her feet.
The pest.
The thing.
"It didn't have to come to this," she breathed, watching him struggle.
The tears never stopped, a silent steady stream, "You should have left us alone. You could have just walked away."
"This is your fault."
She breathed deep, eyes wide, distant, absent, but for a cold, blinding spark, of something deep and terrifying.
"You made me do this."
She stepped closer, blood coating her bare feet, warm and sticky.
She crouched, nearer his face, the panic in his eyes doing nothing for her.Â
No pleasure. No remorse.Â
Nothing.
"I'll never forgive you."
She rocked on the balls of her feet, eyes still locked with his, before standing and turning towards Kenshi. Her darling Kenshi.
She stared at, through, him.
Distant, empty, weeping eyes.Â
Soft, sweet, gentle smile.
She held out her hand towards him, reaching across the terrible chasm that had been opened between them.Â
Bridging the gap.
"We should go home. Everyone is waiting for us.
We've missed you."
Absently, thoughtlessly, he reached back, taking a tentative hold of her blooded fingers.
Something shifted on its axis.Â
Warmth flooded her eyes.Â
Warmth and love and possession.Â
Perhaps part of her had been lost.
But the ashes had brought life to the earth, and something new in her bloomed.
#yakkimi#kadokura-verse 2.0#GHD 1-2#majimemegoro#I was actually really happy with this one#she just wants Kenshi back#how things were before Richardson fucked it all up#but also can stand alone#titling this was like pulling teeth#don't usually have that much trouble#but meh now and then its blah#thing is kimi is v v possessive#she can and will share#she doesn't mind him having a life outside her at all#but not when 'her' place is being usurped#she won't lose him altogether#he's hers and she won't let him go#she's pretty territorial about her family#and doesn't take well to feeling replaced
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the way this shadow and bone news isnât good for anyone other than nikolai fans fjfndnfnfnfn
#itâs going to get cancelled before fans of the crows get their fun stuffâŠ. the alina darkling pyre scene is going to get fuckedâŠ. the MAL#bs will be a speedrunâŠ#if we lose the tether altogether..#altho tbh iâd put up with anything if they let alina keep her power
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the only au where jacks doesnât have fated powers is the one where heâs dying to a heart disease. he wasnât supposed to have a beating heart but the signals got crossed and now heâs dead instead of immortal.
#memorie.txt#s.chrysijacks#i do have a ver of this au where heâs dying and chrysi apologizes to him before making him a fate#sheâs not losing her best friend.. even if she makes him into something different altogether
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IâMA MAKE U SCREAM â
S. GOJO & S. GETO
âčâË. a series of unrelenting, mysterious phone calls late at night leads to you being sandwiched between two hot ghostface slashers whoâve got you fucking for your life.
warnings. 18+ content â mdni, fem! reader, ghostface! gojo & geto, threesome, knife play, landline phones, mentions of death, oral (f receiving), double penetration, anal/fingering, tongue piercings, pussy slapping, biting. 5.2K words whew (pls read anyway đ§ââïž)
xoxo, juno. happy halloween!! thank you to my dearest wolfy anon for beta reading <33 comment & rb if you enjoyed!!! đ
âhello?â
âwhy donât you wanna talk with me?â
âwho is this?â you roll your eyes, unimpressed by the cheery voice coming through the phone. âitâs like eleven at night, what do you want?â
âya tell me your name, and iâll tell ya mine,â that voice lilts into a teasing tone, words dripping with persuasive sweetness.
ânah, iâm heading to bed. nice talk.â
âaw, bedtime already? youâre not even gonna watch a movie before you sleep?â the question has your brows furrowing in aggravation, but you sigh, choosing to answer anyway.
âi didnât have anything in mind,â the caller lets out a laugh, straight into your ear. âwhat, youâve got a suggestion?â
âdo you like scary movies?â and you can hear the smile in the callerâs voice; heâs amused, probably laughing with his friends over the prank call in the moments of muffled silence.
âi suppose so.â
âdonât you have a favorite? why not watch it?â
âwell, i wonât be able to sleep,â you reply simply, twirling the phone cord between your fingers. âbut the longer we talk, the more sleep i lose out on. so, have a good night!â
âwait!â the caller snaps, demanding as ever. the sudden outburst sends chills straight down your spine. âdonât hang up on me.â
âand why shouldnât i?â the blatant defiance has the caller letting out a laugh that sounds rather menacing . . he clears his throat, seemingly returning to his more even tempered tone.
âweâre not done talking,â he says simply, sounding a little crackly through the phone. âso donât hang up, youâllââ
a rational person with an interest in talking would certainly call during the day, and only once or twice before quitting altogether to wait for a call back. an irrational person would have your house phones ringing off the hooks while you were in the shower, calling nonstop and then getting far too arrogant once you finally picked up. just as you slam the phone back down, it starts to ring again.
you decide to leave the room, figuring that the caller will tire himself out quickly, but he doesnât. in the time that you left the phone to go to another room, there wasnât a single beat of silence. furious, you race toward the phone, fingers sliding on the kitchen counter as you snatch it up.
âfuck you! listen to me, youâd better stopââ
âno, you listen to me,â the caller snarls, and the harshness of his voice has your heart kicking hard against your rib cage. something in your gut tells you that this isnât just a talkative caller. âdonât fucking hang up on me again, got that?â
you recover some of your composure, goosebumps rising on your skin. the cool breeze blowing through a nearby window adds to the chilling feeling thatâs washed over you in only a matter of seconds. âw-well, what do you want, then?â
âi wanna see your insides, dummy,â is the crazed response, and you canât stop the way your face immediately twists in horror. a clicking sound is heard as the second phone in your houseâthe one upstairsâis picked up, and another person hops onto the call.
ânow, now,â this new voice is smooth, immediately drawing your attention as you listen attentively through the phone. âthatâs no way to talk, youâll scare her silly.â
âwhat the fuck?â you ask aloud, although you hadnât meant to. all you can think about is the fact that two weirdos have you almost . . cornered on the phone.
the crazy voice scoffs, ignoring your mumbling. âwell, you heard her! trying to hang up and shit,â he clicks his tongue in disapproval before sighing. âanyway, where were we?â
you donât even say anything, and the other voice exhales into the phone. âsee, look at what youâve gone and done now. our girlâs too scared to talk to us, isnât she?â
âlook, i-iâm just gonna go to bed. goodnight.â
âyouâre not going anywhere, honey,â the calmer one of the two says, but this time his voice is much clearer, almost as if heâs standing beside you. you take a step backward, trying to shake off the weird feelings and relentless goosebumps spreading across your skin.
you might as well be wearing nothing.
the satin slip dress you were planning to sleep in is as thin as plastic wrap; youâve backed up into someoneâs strong chest and thanks to the thinness of your pajamas, you can feel each sharp ridge of muscle. the pecs are strong, firm to the touch, and the abs are hard enough to cut diamonds. fear races through your body, so overwhelming that your lips part to let out a screamâbut the noise is muffled by a large palm that pulls you back, flush against the muscles. separated only by a few layers of clothing, you can feel the warmth of their body and the casual rise of their chest as they breathe. if you werenât being silenced, this would be comforting, in a way.
âpromise you wonât scream, baby?â that calm voice has a dangerous edge; you nod immediately, frantically, desperately â as you feel a few tears gather in your eyes. this . . does not look, feel, or sound good in any way imaginable. who even are these people? and why you? a seemingly normal thursday evening had gone entirely downhill, and you didnât even know why.
âgood girl,â the person hums, dropping their hand from the lower half of your face and instead replacing it with the sharp edge of a knife. âletâs head upstairs, shall we?â as you ascend the steps, the blade drops lower, until it hovers over the tender skin of your throat. you canât even turn around and see who the person is, for fear of getting cut over the simple action.
âcould i at least turn around?â
âwhat for?â he asks, nudging the bedroom door open. youâre met with the frightening sight of a person in robes lounging on your bed, against your pillows. they have a spooky, ghostly mask, but you know who it is the second their mouth opens.
âyou took the knives out that quickly?â the figure clicks his tongue, raising a hand to his face to pull off the ghostface mask. so this is what this isâsome kind of ridiculous scream roleplay . . but the feel of the knife and the way it gleams is too real. âwhat happened to playing around, suguru?â
âitâsâitâs you! from the phone.â you say, straining against the man behind you, who pulls the knife a few inches away from your throat.
âcareful now, doll. youâll hurt yourself.â
âif you let me go, maybe iâdââ the man on the bed sits up then, pulling off his mask. you canât see who he is just yet, the shadow from his hood obscuring his face. in a moment, he grabs hold of your face with a gloved hand, fingers squeezing cruelly at your cheeks.
itâs utterly nasty, the way feelings of attraction twist in your stomach. heat rises to your cheeks and you swallow, looking into diamond blue eyes that have your heart fluttering despicably. how is it possible to even be focused on your grim reaperâs looks, almost entirely forgetting their intentions as you lose yourself in those eyes?
âcat got your tongue? i said i wanna see your insides and you didnât even look fazed.â
beneath the robe, you can see the tips of snowy hair, along with a face thatâs far too handsome to belong to some kind of murderer. you shake your head in disbelief, sucking in a breath. âuh . . huh? sorry, i didnât hear you.â
he drops your face with an annoyed scoff, stepping back to plop down on your bed before fully pulling off his hood. âyâknow whatâsuguru, you deal with her.â
the man behind you pushes you forward, and you awkwardly take a seat beside the sighing killer. suguru tugs off his mask and inspects the knife closely, running a gloved finger over the edge before nodding. âmight as well use the knives on you. maybe youâll hear us then?â
âwhatâre youâwhyâre you doing all this?â you ask, the words sputtering out of your mouth nervously. âis there any way i can convince you not to cut me open?â
suguru looks at his literal partner in crime, pushing his black bangs away from his eyes as he speaks. âoh? trying to cheat death, sweet thing?â
you shrug, casually flopping onto your back. the satiny fabric of your dress flips up, and you unintentionally give both of them a great view of your panties. now that theyâre deliberating how to move forward with you, the fear of the situation has dissipated greatly. âi just wanna go to bed and live to see another day tomorrow. name the price for my life and iâll pay it.â
âthose are fighting words,â suguru remarks, âdonât you agree, satoru?â
satoru nods, eyes glued to the thin fabric covering whatâs between your legs. his mind runs wild as he imagines what he and suguru could impose on you. theyâre practically in syncâsuguru looks over just as satoru looks up, the two of them sharing a knowing look.
âhmph. sit up and listen.â satoru nudges your thigh, and you do as he says, looking bored. the whole night has done one too many 180s, giving you the most severe case of whiplash in your life. youâd initially been annoyed, terrified, then mildly attracted, and now . . almost indifferent.
âyouâve got my full attention.â
âweâll let you live, on one condition,â satoru raises a finger before you can object, while suguruâs eyes covertly sweep over your body. âthink you could handle us at the same time?â
a proposition for a threesome is something you certainly did not see coming! you bite the inside of your cheek, willing yourself to maintain composure. suguru spices it up with a smirk, dragging that sharp knife of his along the edge of your jaw.
âyouâll have to fuck like your life depends on it.â
it does. tension weighs the air down, filling the room with a thickness even suguruâs knife couldnât cut through. sweat beads along the skin of your spine and you exhale in defeat. being between these two would be hardâin all ways possible; but one mistake and theyâd probably end up slitting your throat.
truthfully, youâre willing to risk it. most girls donât usually cross paths with two men that are each extremely attractive and willing to share you between one another. you squeeze your thighs together, an action that doesnât go unnoticed by either of them.
ây-yeah, okay. iâll do it.â
âatta girl,â satoru praises, the corners of his eyes crinkling. a wicked smile finds its way onto his rosy lips, but you donât back down, instead spreading your legs. you look between them, a silent invitation extended in one glance.
âlie back for us.â
âyou were the one who told me to sit upââ perhaps the unnecessary snark isnât a good idea, not with the way suguru eyes you warily.
satoru leans in hastily, connecting his lips with yours to effectively shut you up. his body barrels into yours, pushing you into suguru, who catches you and cages you against his strong chest. the knife is abandoned as he strokes his fingertips along the tender skin of your neck, sighing into your ear while satoru occupies your lips.
âso pretty. heh, youâre pretty every night.â
suguruâs touch has you letting out a moan that satoru eagerly swallows, his gloved hands roaming your body. however, he seems to remember heâs got gloves on; without pulling away, he snatches them off.
âher tits, suguruâplay with her tits.â
the mumbled words are audible only to suguru, who complies with a chuckle. unlike satoru, he makes no move to do away with his gloves. you moan, his hands squeezing at your tits while his fingertips stroke over your nipples until they grow hard.
âs-suguru,â you mewl, pulling away for a moment to suck a breath into your deprived lungs, âkeep touching me thereâjust like that.â
satoruâs palm comes down hard against the side of your thigh, and he grips your face, forcing you to look at him. âfocus on me, got that? wouldnât want him to stop, would you?â
you shake your head, and in a split second, satoruâs got your upper lip between his teeth. he bites down playfully; the impact makes you gasp, and he seizes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. arousal pools in your panties, and you fidget in your spot between them, hoping that youâll finally get the attention youâve been craving sooner rather than later. suguruâs tongue drags against your neck while he takes in the scent of your body wash from earlierâs shower. thereâs a cool sensation coming from the center of his tongueâyou can feel a firm ball of some kind.
itâs a little shameful, getting this hot and heavy from a simple kiss. only, his tongue rolls against yours, and any semblance of embarrassment melts away. suguruâs fingers pinch both of your nipples at the same time, sending shockwaves right to your pussy.
âfuck,â you sob into satoruâs mouth, practically lightheaded from how overwhelming it already is, as well as the lack of air. âi-i need more.â
suguru hums, continuing to toy with your hardened nipples. âalready slutting yourself out for us, sweetheart? that was fast, wasnât it?â
satoru finally draws back, a glossy string of spit connecting your lips to his. he doesnât move just yet, savoring the moment like a piece of special candyâyouâve practically got hearts in your eyes, all hot and bothered because of him. well, suguru is a factor, but he didnât put in nearly as much work as satoru.
âlie back for us, babe.â this time you donât fight them on it, scooting off suguru so you can comfortably prop yourself up on the mountain of pillows.
âtsk. this dress ought to go.â suguru brandishes his knife, and cuts through the satin material of the slip as easily as a stick of butter.
âhey!â you snap, the remains of your dress sliding off to the sides of the bed like rags. âwhat about you two!? you canât just cut up my clothes like that when neither of you are naked!â
satoru rolls his eyes, tossing your legs apart. meanwhile, suguru clearly isnât done with that knife; he trails it along the slopes of your naked body, the edge of the blade sharpened in a way that has you gasping. he applies a little bit of pressure, and your skin splits like it would after a paper cut.
âa-are you cutting my skin open?â you ask incredulously. you know the answer, but for whatever reason, you donât pull away from him.
âmaybe,â he replies breezily. ââs nothing deep. you can handle it, canât you, honey?â
âwould you look at that?â satoru wolf whistles, and heat rises to your cheeks as he gathers your legs together, tugging them up. the knife pauses at your collarbone as suguru leans backwards to take a look, and his eyebrows raise immediately.
âsheâs fucking soaked.â
âput the knife down ân come give it a taste.â
satoruâs request is breathless, but effective. the knife falls onto the blankets, and for a moment you use your head to consider what might happen in the futureâsomeone could sit on that thing, lie down on it. satoruâs tongue rips the thought out of your head and replaces the words that were on the tip of your tongue with a sweet moan of bliss. your clit throbs at the prospect of more, and their balmy puffs of breath fanning over you only arouse you further.
their faces press together, side by side as they start to eat your pussy in a way that immediately has your back arching and hips bucking. satoru focuses all his attention on your clit, flicking the tip of his tongue over it while suguru slurps up all of your slick. there it is again, that cool sensationâheâs got a tongue piercing. the moonlight shines through the flowy curtains, illuminating the killers in an almost angelic glow . . maybe theyâre actually pussy killers.
ââs like fucking candy,â satoru moans, tongue dipping down to gather up your slick. it bumps into suguruâs, and he only lets out a laugh that sends vibrations through your entire core. âsweetest pussy iâve ever tasted, shit.â
the room fills with the lewd, nasty sounds of their slurping and licking as they devour your pussy together. you slip a finger between your teeth and bite down once one too many noises threaten to escape you, and suguru pulls back to land a smarting slap on your pussy.
âah ah. do not try to go quiet on us.â
âsorry, âm sorry,â you stutter dumbly, mind and body reeling from the delicious sting of the slap.
âwe want you screaming,â he emphasizes, spitting onto your cunt and watching as it flutters, the glob slipping down more rapidly due to the movement. âand you will be, by the end of all this. understand, doll?â
you nod hastily, and his eyes flick upwards to your face, the hardness in them a simple warning. âyeah, i understand.â
satoruâs drawing hearts and letters on your clit, each one making you shudder more than the last. each drag of his tongue makes him moan as he takes in more of your taste. beside him, suguruâs dips his tongue between your folds, the sensation nothing more than a tease. they plan to split you open on their cocks, and getting you desperate for it is only the first step of their plan.
ângh, t-thatâs so fucking good,â you cry, thighs quaking on either side of their heads. âplease, iâm gonna cum.â
âgive it to us,â satoru is the first to speak, his voice clear as it cuts through the lewd sounds in the air. heâs got one hand on the side of your thigh, holding you open just for them. âon our tongues, like a good girl.â
satoruâs ministrations on your clit grow more insistent; heâs working to pull your orgasm from you, while suguru continues to slurp at your messy pussy, his eyes falling shut. a familiar and overwhelming sensation coils in your tummy; itâs one that has your hands flying to both suguru and satoruâs heads, fingers finding purchase in their hair.
âiâi think âm gonna cum,â you cry, back arching off the bed while your hips jolt forward into their faces. after hearing the first word of your delirious warning, satoru replaced his tongue with his finger and moved beside suguru, the two of them slurping all your cunt has to offer. to them, itâs like drinking ambrosia.
youâre pulling hard at their hair, only encouraging them to groan against you. suguru speaks, eyes rolling back from just a little hair pulling. but it makes sense, with hair like that. of course his scalp is very sensitive.
âcover us in your cum, baby.â
obedient and right on time, your pussy gushes, hole fluttering around nothing while your clit throbs beneath satoruâs finger. the intense orgasm has left you twitching from the aftershocks, gasping for breath, and overly sensitive. of course, satoru and suguru take advantage of the aforementioned sensitivity with smirks on their faces.
âno, wait, i-i just came,â is all you can sob, your hands smacked away once you try to tug them off your aching cunt. âsatoruuu, suguruuu.â
suguru only laughs, mimicking your tone with a roll of his eyes. âaw, babyyy. thatâs too bad, isnât it?â
with how sensitive you are, itâs not hard for them to drag a second orgasm out of you. this time, a few tears cascade down your cheeks as you fall over the edge with a pitched cry. satoru spanks your still twitching cunt and laughs at the way you gasp and recoil, legs still trembling.
âsuguru, whatcha think? you wanna take her mouth ân iâll fuck her pussy?â
âthatâs far too considerate, satoru.â he shakes his head, talking about you as if youâre not in front of them. âcâmon,â suguru purrs, gesturing for you to get up as he slips off his robe and boxers. âlie on top of me.â
you canât help but ogle, a little starstruck by his body and the thrill of everything. he sticks out his tongue playfully when he notices you staring, the metal ball in his tongue gleaming. his abs flex and his cock bobs as he lays down on your bed, beckoning you over with a gloved finger. satoru gulps, panting softly at the sight. following his best friendâs lead, he slips off his matching clothing and mounts the bed, which sinks under his weight with a creak. part of you wonders if the bed frame will give out by the end of this.
âhand me the lube,â suguru grunts, catching the small bottle in his larger hand. the liquid is cool, even through the leather of his gloves. he rubs his fingers together to warm it up a little for you. his fingertips prod at the tight ring of your asshole, and you let out a squeak of surprise.
âcâmon. relax for me, doll.â
you take a breath, body sweltering with arousal. this is certainly new for you, but you donât complainâand anyway, the slight coolness of the lube feels good against your hot skin. satoru bites down on his lower lip as he watches his best friend prep you to take both of their cocks at the same time. something wicked has the corners of his lips curling up into a smile as he pictures you screaming for them.
likely picturing the same thing, suguru tongues at your jaw, kissing the tender skin wetly before nipping hard. you can only cry out, his lips serving as a simple distraction while his fingers push inside and stretch you out.
you gasp, and he feels you squeeze down hard on his fingers, hips jerking away. âcome now, donât run from it,â suguru coos, twisting his body beneath you to angle you the right way again. he ignores your whining, and satoru silently strokes his cock to the sight. âi know, i know. just breathe for me, âkay?â
slowly, your body accommodates the new stretch without any more sting or discomfort. in fact, your hips begin to rock into his fingers, chasing them when he starts to pull out.
âi-i think sheâs ready, suguru,â satoru finally speaks up, clearing his throat. his voice is a little choked, and you can clearly see the flush on his cheeks even in the dark. âfor both of us.â
âyou hear that, honey?â his warm breath fans over the shell of your ear, making you shudder against him. âletâs see who can make you scream the loudestâme or satoru.â
âas if,â the man in question huffs, pushing your thigh to the side and looking over your dripping pussy with an obvious hunger. âfuck, baby. iâm gonna ruin you.â
with that, satoru grasps his cock and guides it inside your needy cunt. suguru does the same, pushing his length into your ass. the three of you moan collectively, a harmony if ever there was one. you sob, tears burning at the corners of your eyes from the intensity of the stretch.
satoru grits his teeth and grips your hips for support, then pushes all the way inside you. he bottoms out easily, his cock sliding against suguruâs, separated only by a thin layer of tissue. so thin that they can feel the shape of one anotherâs cocks through you.
âfuckinââshittt, oh my god,â satoruâs easily overwhelmed, heart pounding in his ears while sweat covers his entire body in a sticky sheen.
suguru bites your neck hard, but the pain registers as pleasure despite the fact that he tastes a few irony drops of blood on his tongue.
âdo either of you plan to move?â you complain, lips parting in an âoâ shape around a whiny moan. âor are we just gonna sit hereââ
âshut the fuck up,â suguru groans, clapping a dry and gloved hand over your tits before squeezing them. âweâll move when we fucking feel like it.â
waves of almost euphoria wash over your entire body, leaving you breathless and panting. when youâd first met these two, youâd been sharp and aware of your surroundings, but now everything is hazy and your body burns as though you have a fever.
the bed creaks dangerously as satoru jumps into action, slowly rocking his hips into yours with a few choked, wanton moans. before long, heâs more confident, fucking into you with a tight grip on your skin and at an invigorated pace. youâre so hot and oh so tightâsatoru fucking loves itâyou feel perfect. he loves the way you squirm on top of his best friend, hips canting forward eagerly to meet his. the evidence of how good heâs making you feel is painted all over your face, apparent in the wobble of your lower lip and the tears in your eyes.
you hear a sigh from behind you. âcanât lose the bet,â suguruâs voice is laced with faux sympathy. it takes him a few seconds, but he finally starts moving, groaning in approval at the shake of your body and gasping, ragged breaths.
above you, sweat rolls down satoruâs face, the snowy tips of his hair sticking to his forehead while others fall in front of his eyes. ây-you like it like this, baby?â the question is rhetorical, but your whimpering tells him everything he needs to know. the corners of his lips curl into a smile thatâs soon wiped away by overwhelming pleasure. âyouâre taking us so fuckinâ well, sweetheart . . driving me insane, goddamn.â
âi second that,â the metal ball of suguruâs piercing clicks as he sweeps his tongue over his teeth, panting hard into your ear. âreally, baby . . feel like the luckiest fuckinâ guy in the world right now, heh.â
as if youâre not the luckiest girlâbeing sandwiched between these two is a dream you didnât even know you had. inside you, their cocks throb against one another, dragging in and out of your holes ruthlessly. the tempo only speeds up, becoming too much too quickly.
you nudge a weak, clammy hand against satoruâs waist, arching your back on top of suguru and nearly nailing him in the face with a reverse headbutt. before the latter can say anything, satoru snatches your hand and intertwines your fingers with his, then pins it down to the bed. he advances forward, his chest now against yours to keep you still.
âah ah,â he tuts, his nipples hard as they press against yours, âmove your damn hand, baby. this is what you wanted, remember?â
âi certainly do,â suguru titters, nipping at your earlobe. âdonât be like that. you can take it, canât you?â
his words are convincing; heâs got you nodding in acceptance. heâs right, of course. this is what you wanted earlierâyouâve been taking both of their cocks so fucking well. just as you tell yourself youâll make it through this, satoruâs fingers ghost along the soft skin of your stomach. despite the exhaustion thatâs setting into his body, his hips donât even stutter as he focuses on your swollen clit.
âoh . . oh my god,â the words are torn from your throat, which only grows more sore with all the noise you canât seem to stop making. a familiar shakiness settles in your voice, and youâre fighting to keep the breath in your lungs, but it escapes you far too easily. âiâm-âm gonna cum for you, âmââ
as you hurtle closer to all encompassing euphoria, the sounds of skin slapping against skin fade out and grow foggy. yet, you manage to hear their voices eagerly spurring you on, the two of them in the same boat as you.
âyeah, âs right. fuckinâ cum for us, baby.â satoruâs own orgasm creeps up on him, his head tipping back as your pussy starts to flutter around his cock. of course, suguru can feel the throbbing of his best friendâs cock and the quavering of your needy pussy. he releases your tits, seeing the bruising heâs left before squeezing his eyes shut in concentration.
âya heard him, honey,â he utters after a long groan, his voice low and husky. âtake all of our fucking cum.â you gasp out, nodding your head frantically as you teeter over the edge.
everything happens fast, and all at the same time. satoru cums inside you, his broad shoulders shaking as he rides it out while your pussy practically milks him for more. your cunt spasms, hips jerking upwards from the intensity of it. the movement pushes out suguru, his cum leaking out of your bruised ass and spilling in white puddles on his pelvis.
satoru looks down, biting down on his lower lip as he pulls his cock from you. this is quite the reward, seeing cum pour from both of your spent and twitching holes. your shuddering, sweltering body finally begins to cool after what feels like hours. suguruâs exhausted, but he kindly lifts you and lays you down on the bed beside him. satoru flops down beside you with a heaving sigh, only to lay on the knife from earlier.
âow, fuck!â he jolts, sitting up and tugging the sharp blade from where itâs tangled in the sheets. he unceremoniously hurls it to the floor, laying back down with a vengeful huff.
youâre too tired to laugh, but a small smile plays on your lips. âdo you still wanna kill me?â
ânot right now,â suguru throws an arm over his face, gesturing in the direction of the floor. âthe knifeâs down there, anyway.â
you sit up, craning your neck to take a look. from what you can see, the floor is littered with their dark costumes and two masks, the knife completely out of sight. âi donât see it.â
âhm, remember we talked about making you scream for us?â satoru speaks up, and in your dizzy haze, you donât notice that glint in his eyes.
âuh, yeah, i think so? i thought you already did.â
âdonât you watch scary movies?â suguru scoffs, looking at you from beneath his forearm. âyou should know what happens next.â
you laugh, rolling your eyes. âyeah, whatever. what happens next, you kill me? very funny. let me convince you again,â and you clear your throat. âno, please donât kill me, mr. ghostface! i wanna be in the sequel!â
satoru simply shakes his head, and the knife plunges into your back. with a gasp, you sputter out a few garbled words, blood pouring down your bare back as you fall backwards onto the bed. you writhe on the mussed sheets, blood spilling from your lips and trickling down your chin in vermillion rivulets. beside you, the blood covered suguru and satoru let you struggle aimlessly until your body stills; then they slip their masks on again . .
âandddd cut!â the director jumps from his seat with proud claps, and the production assistants rush in from every direction to help clean up the mess.
âsatoru, fuck! that knife was so sharp,â you sit up, sending a glare his way as you wipe the fake blood off your skin. despite being a fake knife, the shiny plastic point was rather jagged.
âexcellent performances, the three of you! our halloween special is sure to be a hit!â the director is gushing as he praises the three of you.
âyeah, yeah,â suguru says, his cheeks flushed a rosy pink. âiâve gotta take a shower. seriously, the corn syrup is so fucking sticky.â
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#its valentines day (yesterday but i havent gone to bed yet so its the same day) so im gonna talk about my crush#i figured out its really a crush because if it was just hyperfixation it wouldve been done by now#but its been months and i still really like her so its real#anyway. we became friends during one of the shittiest weeks of my life#in a time when everything was difficult and i felt so out of my element and inadequate and altogether bad. she was kind to me#she approached me. made conversation. several times. was the friendliest any stranger has ever been#at the end of the week i asked for her number to keeo in touch. and she gave it to me. and texted#i figured the friendship might fizzle out. but she kept texting. we kept talking. she talked about her problems and her happiest moments#shes trans and like me got put into the 'only out trans person for queer kids to look up to' slot at our summer camp jobs#she once texted me at 4am about horror movies and we ended up texting until 8am#she has a guinea pig named Agnes. she dropped out of college. she joined camp staff to avoid helping her mom move#and i love all of that about her. and i wish i could say these things but i dont want to freak her out and lose one of the best friendships#but im playing the long game because. this summer she applied to the same summer camp as me. so we'll be around each other a lot more#and that kind of proximity fosters incredibly close relationships. most of the people ive dated have been from that camp because of that#so im gonna spend the summer trying to get closer. and then maybe by the end ill shoot my shot#worst case ive just gotten closer to a very good friend. im not going into the summer with the goal of dating her#just the goal of getting to know a wonderful person better. and im just very delighted to have her in my life#and have the chance to work with her this summer. its all just good and makes me happy#its one of the only things keeping me going rn#so happy valentines day everyone
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could i request poly!wolfstar or poly!jily where theyâre pursuing reader and reader accidentally matches with them (like matching costumes) at a halloween party?
i think the teasing and flirting would be so cute!! đ„°
Thanks for requesting!
cw: mention of alcohol, smoking, Sirius makes lame and humorously objectifying jokes
poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ⥠1.5k words
You arrive to the party late, the Gryffindor common room already bustling by the time you and your friends have finished doing your last-minute costume alterations. There are glowing pumpkins floating on the ceiling, someone has charmed the room so that a thick layer of fog drifts along the floor, and the air already smells slightly of booze and cigarette smoke.Â
You lose Lilyâs attention immediately, but thatâs to be expected. Youâre more than accustomed by now to her searching for her boyfriend whenever you enter a room. Whatâs unexpected, however, is her reaction when she finds him.
âUh oh.âÂ
âUh oh?â You look at her, following her gaze to the couch across the room. âOh. Oh, no.âÂ
Lily laughs. âIt sort of seems like fate, doesnât it? I think itâs sweet.âÂ
Sitting on their usual couch are the marauders. James, predictably, is wearing a costume matching Lilyâs; theyâve both come as cowboys. Unfortunately, Sirius and Remus are sitting next to him dressed as pirates.Â
Youâre also dressed as a pirate.Â
âItâs not sweet,â you moan. âIf I go back up, do you think Marlene will make me some of her fake blood? I can change and be a vampire instead.âÂ
Lily hums. âThink itâs too late for that, babe.âÂ
Sheâs looking back towards the couch, where the boys have already caught sight of the pair of you. Sirius is beaming something atrocious, and even Remus looks amused while his boyfriend waves you over exuberantly.Â
Lily takes your hand in hers, tugging you with her as she goes to them.Â
âHowdy, darlinâ.â James puts on an exaggerated southern drawl as you approach, opening his arms to his girlfriend.Â
âMy, my,â says Sirius as you sit between him and Lily, âdonât you look nice.âÂ
You ignore the warmth that brings to your face. âThe point wasnât really to look nice.âÂ
Your costume is thrown together from things you already had, the only thing that really distinguishes you as a pirate being the bandana youâve tied around your head. Remus appears to have gone a similar route, although the white shirt heâs tucked into his pants looks a bit more on-theme than yours and heâs clearly been forced to wear an eye patch which is currently flipped up so that itâs not covering anything. Sirius, of course, does nothing halfway. Heâs wearing a billowy black top thatâs been unbuttoned nearly to his navel, more belts and buckles than you knew one person could have, and a captainâs hat he surely bought just for the occasion. Altogether, you make a fairly fearsome group.Â
âNot sure you can help it, gorgeous.â Sirius winks at you. âYou always look nice. Did you plant a spy to find out what you needed to wear to match us, then?âÂ
You roll your eyes good-naturedly. âI should probably be asking you that.âÂ
âMustâve just been fate,â Sirius says. Itâs so close to what Lily said that your cheeks blaze, but you also donât know if you quite believe him. Remus, too, turns to give his boyfriend a questioning look.Â
Sirius catches it and scoffs, holding up his hands. âI didnât! Honestly.âÂ
Remus nods, appeased. In a less booming voice than his boyfriendâs, he tells you, âYou do look very nice.âÂ
âThanks.â You catch yourself fingering the ends of your hair like a nervous schoolgirl and tuck your hands underneath your thighs. âSo do both of you.âÂ
Sirius grins knowingly, and you have to fight the urge to shove your face into Lilyâs shoulder for refuge. He knows as well as you do that for all of his brazen flirting, itâs Remusâ quiet sincerity that flusters you the most. Youâre not sure when it started, exactly, but itâs been clear for some time now that both boys are interested in you. Youâre not sure in what capacityâthey could want to take you to bed for one night, integrate you into their relationship, or anything in betweenâbut as of yet youâve neither encouraged nor discouraged their advances.Â
âThanks, dollface.â Sirius gives a winsome crack of a smile. âYou know, Iâve already acquired some booty, but I wouldnât mind winning some more.âÂ
âSiriusâŠâ Remus groans.
You feel your eyebrows pinch. âSome what?âÂ
âYou know, like pirateâs loot? My booty.â Sirius sidles closer to Remus, giving his thigh a solid pat.Â
Remusâ eyes narrow. âI will leave you here and go back upstairs right now.â It sounds as though this is not the first time this has been threatened.Â
âI worked hard for it!â Sirius defends himself.Â
You cover your mouth against an appalled giggle. âIt?âÂ
âI toiled, and I fought, and I had to battle many other fearsome ships! Itâs mine.âÂ
âRemus,â you stage whisper, âblink twice if you need help.âÂ
Remusâ smile blooms, but when he starts to blink Sirius objects, âOi!âÂ
âNo,â you correct him, âyouâre supposed to say âarr.ââ
Sirius is grinning again, too, clearly chuffed that youâre joking around with them even if it is at his expense. âIf I say âarr,â youâll agree to be my second booty for the rest of the night?âÂ
âI wonât make any promises. But it would be persuasive.âÂ
He growls enthusiastically, âArrrrgh!â and slams his fist down on the table. The sound it makes is enough to tear James and Lilyâs attention away from each other.Â
âMerlin,â says James. âDidâya hurt yourself there, Pads?âÂ
âNo,â Sirius replies, but he gives his hand a little shake.Â
Remus, rolling his eyes, takes it and kisses the side. He brings it into his lap for safekeeping. Your heart gives a painful little throb.Â
You must have some stupid lovestruck look on your face, because Lily peers around James to see you better, a smile playing on her lips. She knows about your crushes on the two boys, just as well as she knows that you havenât decided what to do about them yet. But that doesnât mean she doesnât like to help you along.Â
âCome on,â she says to James, standing and taking him with her. âLetâs dance, and Iâll let you pretend to lasso me.âÂ
James beams. âYes!âÂ
You watch them go while Sirius seizes the opportunity to move to your other side, the three of you taking up the entirety of the couch.Â
âPhew,â he sighs, swinging his feet over the armrest.Â
âYou may want to take your legs out of the fog,â Remus suggests, also using the new space to bring his feet onto the couch. âIt gets sticky after a while.âÂ
You frown but do as he says, pulling your feet from your shoes so that only your socks are on the couch. And sure enough, when you touch a finger to your ankle it feels like thereâs an odd sort of coating over it.Â
âI thought it was just fog,â you say.Â
âIt was supposed to be,â agrees Sirius, âbut James entrusted the task of making it to Marlene, and there are some who think she mightâve laced it with some sort of drink.âÂ
âIâm some,â Remus owns.Â
You smile. âSo is the point that you should be able toâŠdrink the fog?â
âNo clue.â Sirius leans over the edge of the couch. âLetâs find out.âÂ
âSirius, no,â Remus says weakly, trailing off when itâs clear the other boy wonât be deterred. You both watch as he sucks in what fog he can, closing his mouth around it. âThatâs disgusting, everyoneâs been walking around in it.âÂ
âI think it might be brandy,â Sirius muses. âItâs faint, though.âÂ
Remus frowns. âIâm not kissing you until you brush your teeth.âÂ
Sirius grins. âYes, you are.âÂ
âWeâll see, wonât we?âÂ
âWouldnât you rather just get your own drink?â you ask Sirius. âRather than sampling the faint traces of brandy that have been touched by other peopleâs shoes, I mean.âÂ
âOh, rest assured, gorgeous, Iâm all covered.â Sirius picks a cup up from the table. He seems to notice at the same moment that you donât have a cup of your own. âWould you like one, though?âÂ
You glance to the table cluttered with alcohol and mixers, a throng of students clustered around it. âIâll get one in a bit.âÂ
âLet me.â Sirius stands. He edges around the table, stopping to pinch your chin affectionately and give his boyfriend a kiss. âRem, my love, keep her company, would you?âÂ
âYou donât have to,â you object. âI can get it.âÂ
âNo, donât be ridiculous. A pirate has to take care of his booty, hasnât he?âÂ
âI never agreed to that!â you call after him. In a quieter voice, you add, âAnd I donât think thatâs how the relationship between a pirate and their booty works.âÂ
âLet him go,â Remus advises you. You startle a bit when his hand finds your knee, resting there in fond commiseration. âIf heâs going to degrade us like this, he can at least bring us drinks.âÂ
You feel your lips tilt. âAre you really going to let him call you his booty all night?âÂ
âProbably.â Remus shrugs, his eyes finding his boyfriend across the room. âAnyway, itâs nice not to be alone in it. As far as heâs concerned, youâre already his as well.â
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latibule.
premise. in which all too many intrusions come in the form of one particular shadow guard. (or, moze always looks to you to patch him up. inexplicably, you let him do so anyway.)
warnings: gn!reader, pining moze but he's too edgy to know, one kimi ni todoke inspired (?) scene, treating injuries, banter (obviously), probably ooc, feixiao cameo, based off of the new quest, kinda mid writing
notes: not proofread i have no excuse i just like him okay???? inspired by @luvether's mozeqiu/reader fic (i love ur works âčïž) ty @lowkeyren for the chinese help!
âYou're here again, Moze.â
In the wee hours between 1AM to 3AM, it has become a daily occurence for you to tend to Moze's injuries.
He nods. âI'm here.â
Despite having a perfectly (super) capable healer who attends to even the Lady General personally at her behest, you do not know why Moze always ends up at your window of all things during the ungodly hours of the moon's turn, complete with stupid, easily treatable cuts all across his body.
As General Feixiao's Representative Proxy, such work is not your forteâand rarely do you ever employ your few practiced arts in healing; the result often clumsy and sloppy, just enough to treat the few cuts Moze sports.
Still, it has since become routine to patch Moze up, and despite your insistence that he take care of himself more, the ashy haired man never listens, instead ending up at your home. You wonder if he does this on purpose.
Next time, you think, you're never going to open the windowsill for him again.
You open the windowsill further to let him in. Hypocrite, your mind echoes unhelpfully. Great, you must be losing your mind.
âGot into trouble again, hm?â
His expression tells you that whoever he fought wasn't all thatâshow-offâinternally, you roll your eyes. â...Will you patch me up?â
No, your mind tells you, the words are at the tip of your tongue; you're always sneaking in here at night, and making me go through all this trouble.
(Your actions betray a different tune altogether.)
You don't know when Moze started to make you his personal healer despite Jiaoqiu in the vicinity; a moment of worry led to one thing, and now here you are, Moze's budget Jiaoqiu at home. The thought makes you laugh to yourself. Compared to the foxian, your skills could be described as subpar at best.
(Complaining to your own Lady General was no use. Incredulously, Feixiao believed that it was becauseâ
âYou're special.â Feixiao says with a grin. âIs it not obvious that it is because he wishes to see you?â
âWhat?â Looking at her, your voice is a tired drawl of resignation. â....My Lady, it seems your recent exposure to the Luofu's romance novels have dulled your judgement. Shall I call for Jiaoqiu?â
âWha- Hey, don't call me senile!â Your Lady General deadpans, âAnyway, I'm telling you, Moze likes you!â)
âWhy is it always me?â you grumble under your breath, though it doesn't escape Moze's ears.
It's good that you don't expect an answer; if Moze had to be honest, he doesn't know why he always goes to you either.
âWhy wouldn't it be you?â Moze says, not missing a beat.
Your cheeks warm, the heat crawling up your neck from his audacious words. Jeez, he really doesn't know his effect on people, did he?
â...Not to mention, Jiaoqiu is asleep.â
Never mind. âKnow the shame.â
âI don't wish to disturb Jiaoqiu as well.â
âOh, so you see it fit to bother me but don't bother with Jiao-gege?â
âYou'll live.â Moze blinks. Frowns. âWait, did you just call him... gege?â
You raise an eyebrow. âYes, what about it?â
âSince when were you two so close?â
âMm, since a certain guard stops by my home at twilight hour?â
â....â
Sighing, your hands are nimble against the bandages, looping the white cloth in your palm and dabbing at the corners of Moze's face, gentle. Up close, his face is all sharp edges and harsh lines. Whether he notices how you gulp when you approach closer, swiping the cloth along his lower lip, he holds his tongue, for fear of disturbing whatever it was, permeating between the two of you like a thick haze, afraid of destroying the peaceful silence.
He watches, instead, as you scrub away the little bit of blood on his cheek.
You're talking; something about him being too reckless, taking care of himself more, yet he finds that he can't catch a word of what you're saying, focusing only on one thing.
Your hands are warm.
Heat creeps up to his neck like coiling vines, twisting his stomach, all because of you. Moze's heart thrums, breath stolen awayâyou're so close, it's unbearableâand he fights to keep himself even remotely neutral. All because of you.
âMoze?â
What are you doing to him? Why does he always come back to you? Is he sick?
âYou're burning up.â You press your hand against his neck; and funnily enough, the thought of leaning into your touch crosses Moze's mindâit's maddening how much he wants to do so.
Blinking once, Moze looks to find you pulling away, and before he can think of it, his fingers wrap around your wrist in an iron grip, carefully maintained distance discarded.
â...?â
âAh, wait, it's fineâ Justââ don't pull away.
What?
Moze coughs. âJust continue.â
The night's breeze flows throughout your home; the chuang kou is wide open, with Moze looking less like General Feixiao's most trusted aide and more akin to an obedient dog. It's humiliation, Moze thinksâbut when it was you, his dignity could be in tatters for all he cares.
Your eyes soften, just a bit, âIf you say so.â
Inexplicably, relief assaults Moze's senses like a balm to his soul. Because the idea of being perceived, heardâby youâaffects him in a dizzying, confounding way, and he knows not how to cure such an ailment whose only cure is your presence.
And maybe, just maybe, it's why he can never stop returning to you. Let you think him a fool, an idiotâso as long as he ends up at your window, by your side, it's a small price to pay.
âOkay.â he affirms, loosening his grip, (never you, though) finally letting you finish patching him up as you plaster what remains of the white bandages upon his face.
Noticeably, he doesn't let go of your hand.
âOkay.â you echo, and finally, you're finished with your work. The sight of Moze all bandaged up perfectly and finally getting to sleep makes you happier than you should be, the prospect of sleep way too enticing.
âThere, all done. Take care of yourself better next time, 'kay?â
He hums, âI'll keep that in mind.â
âYou sure you will?â
âYes.â Moze looks at you, and he looks at you like it would be a sin of the greatest kind to take his eyes of off you; holding your presence in his irises, emulating you deeply onto his pupils, his tendons and his limbs. âI will.â
(How could he ever not listen to you?)
You release him, much to Moze's reluctanceâopening the closed chuang kou. The night breeze welcomes Moze, kissing his skin, with the colors of the rising sun beginning to rise, vibrancy in the darkness of the inky night.
â...Moze?â you call, in the corner of your eye, seeing him already putting a foot on the rooftop.
âJeez, if you wanted to see me that much, just tell me instead of going through all this trouble, really....â you mumble, glad that your back is turned from him, lest he sees the heat dusting your cheeks. You know Moze has probably left, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
Well, you'll bring it up another time, then. Something tells you he'll listen, this time.
This time, you don't ignore the flutter of the butterflies in your stomach.
âââââââââââââââââââââ
(âJeez, if you wanted to see me that much, just tell me instead of going through all this trouble, really....â
In the darkened corner of shadow, a figure slumps disgracefully with a loud thud. Using a hand to grip the side of the wall, nothing can compare to the burning heat crawling up Moze's skin, positively flushed.
Moze puts a hand to his face, slumping further to a near kneel.
It's warmâjust like the ghostly feeling of your hands upon his skin minutes prior.
Maybe he'll take you up on your offer.)
a/n: sorry for the long sporadic activity :,D this is what a chuang kou looks like btw
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the feeling that iâm losing her, forever.
bakugou katsuki x childhood friend hcs! pt 2
- youâd both met in kindergarten when you had complimented his quirk which had just manifested, and in return, he asked to see yours.
- your quirk wasnât anything too flashy, you could manipulate the terrain beneath you, or anything that was considered part of earth for that matter. (think of toph from atla).
- he straight up told you that your quirk sucked and so you hit him in the head with a rock. he got set to the infirmary and you had a lengthy chat with your principal about why you shouldnât use quirks on other students.
- sought you out after that encounter because he liked that you werenât scared or took what he said to heart because you knew you were good.
- even as a kid he was a cocky little shit so you consistently kept him in his place whenever he started his âforward march and here we go!â chant.
- over time, you two simply just stuck by each other because you were almost always in the same class, so you never really had any reason to ignore the boy, and he found himself not completely hating the feeling of having you right by his side.
- in middle school he found out that you put shiketsu instead of ua down as your top school and he threw a fit because he didnât want to lose one of the things in his life that was consistent and stable, but got over it when you told him that youâd come visit.
- when he got into ua and you got into shiketsu, your parents joined together and had a celebratory dinner for you both, and he could swear he had never been happier than that moment.
- when your family had to move so you could go to shiketsu, the boy went over and pretended he wasnât about to cry because truth be told, you were his best friend.
- at first, youâd both called each other almost every night to gain daily updates on how your new lives were treating you, and it was something bakugou had looked forward to after having to deal with those extras all day.
- the first time you guys didnât check up on each other was the same night that the usj had been attacked by the league of villains, something that you had seen on the news as you immediately dialed up your friend, who texted you that he was just too tired to talk right now.
- the second time was after uaâs sportsâ festival, when you called to congratulate him and he just completely ignored the call, no explanation as to why, just instantly getting sent to voicemail.
- you pretended like you didnât care, obviously you knew he was busy and that he probably just didnât have the time in between classes and trainings, but then again, you were doing the same things and making time for him, why couldnât he do the same for you.
one time he accidentally butt dialed you before class had started and when you picked up you could hear the bustling nature and conversations going on in his classroom, the sound of the boy pulling out his seat and sitting down was heard.
âhello? katsuki?â no response.
you recognized izukuâs voice coming into earshot.
âkacchan, iâve been meaning to ask. howâs y/n doing?â the boys positive attitude even conveyed itself through the phone as you waited to hear how bakugou would respond, because truth be told, you had a major crush on your best friend.
âi dunno.â and you could hear him taking a bite of something, like an apple or something crunchy.
ây/n?! if i didnât know any better, iâd think you had a girlfriend bakugou!â an unrecognizable voice boomed through your headphones.
âsânot the case. sheâs just a friend. i donât like her like that. always callinâ me and shit, gets annoyinâ yâknow?â he grunted as the sound of your bell ringing had filled your ears, you quickly hung up and turned off your phone. pretending that what just happened didnât sting a bit.
- from there you stopped calling him so much, figuring that if he wanted to talk, heâd call you up first.
- eventually you stopped talking altogether because you stopped starting the conversations, refusing to make him feel as if he had to talk to you.
- bakugou of course was unfortunately a firm believer of âthe phone works both ways,â so he never decided to start a conversation up either. matter of fact he refused to ever think of hovering his finger over your contact, instead opting to just tell kirishima about his thoughts.
- when ua moved into the dorms, bakugou had a bulletin board filled up with a variety of different things that seemed so out of character for him, like pictures of him as a kid, pictures of his family, newspaper clippings from the sportsâ festival, and a few select pictures of you both through the years.
- the first time kirishima was let into the blonde boyâs room, it was like the first thing his eyes locked onto as he sat down at bakugouâs desk, seeing a genuine smile on his friends face.
âwhoâs that?â his voiced laced with curiosity as he unpinned the picture, taking it down to show his friend.
âeh? friend of mine.â his reply was short and concise, as if he didnât want to talk about it. so kirishima just pinned the photo back up, and looked at the rest that littered his wall.
a picture of you both at your kindergarten graduation, a few candid pictures from grade school, and a picture of just you from middle school graduation, but you can tell bakugou took it because a tuft of the spiky blonde hair hung in front of the camera lens and left only half your face visible.
kirishima had to stifle his laugh when he saw a childhood picture of you and bakugou playing in a sandbox, the boy getting sand thrown into his face, and on the back of the photo read âkatsukiâs first friend!â clearly something mitsuki had done for him.
- he felt his breath getting separated from his body when he saw you stepping off the bus at the provisional licensing exam, your shiketsu cap taunting him, teasing what couldâve been.
- of course he didnât miss how your second year classmates all walked with you huddled between them, theyâd known of your foul relationship with someone from ua, and as the one of the only first years that were attending the exam from shiketsu, they felt as if they had to protect you.
âoh, look kacchan! sheâs here.â midoriya was excited, because after all, you were his friend as much as you were bakugouâs.
âi know.â and that was all he said before angrily walking off, he saw your phone in your hand, he knew it still worked.
he was acting as if he didnât miss you. and even if his eyes lit up as you essentially dominated the piece of earth terrain, heâd never admit that he wanted his best friend back by his side.
âseiji was eliminated? no way!â you spoke to inasa after the first part of the exam, true disappointment in your voice as you found out bakugou had eliminated your classmate.
âhe likes you, yâknow.â inasaâs voice was naturally loud, so you werenât shocked when peopleâs heads begun to turn at the sound of romance in the air.
âwho?â
âshishikura.â all inasa wanted was for his friend to gain the girl heâd been pining for since the first day of school, even if his friend was a certified dick to some people.
katsuki hadnât once bothered to look your way since youâd gotten to the exam site, but his knuckles were turning white as they gripped the table in front of him.
he didnât realize it, but he had lost you a long time ago back when he had called you annoying.
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My friend Mohammed @mohdiwais still needs help!
Mohammed and his family live in Gaza, where they're struggling every day to find food, clean water, and safe shelter. One of his sisters has been shot and her recovery is slow because the family can't get the medicine she needs; another family member has been sickened by one of the epidemic diseases proliferating in the unsafe conditions that Palestinian refugees are forced to endure.
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My doll...
Disclaimer- Something my pervert brain thought about, I hope you all enjoy. Warning- Soft dark Bucky, smut, possessiveness, jealousy, 5.3k words.
Bucky Barnes had always been a man of few words. A soldier by nature, a soldier by habit. But it was something about you that had always made him feel like he was at a crossroads with himself, like his life could go one way or another depending on whether or not he could ever find the courage to speak up.
The first time he realized he was in love with you, it wasnât a dramatic moment. There were no bells, no grand gestures. It wasnât like he had a clear, defining thought of this is it. It was quieter than that. He was sitting next to you in the Avengersâ compound, watching you work on some new project you had thrown yourself into, fingers deftly moving over wires and circuits. Your brow furrowed in concentration, lips parted in that way that made him want to reach out and touch you.
He never had before, of course he was too afraid of ruining the friendship, too afraid of making things weird.
And that was how it had always been. Quiet. Unspoken.
But even with those feelings slowly building, Bucky stayed quiet. He watched you from the edges, from the safety of his distance, telling himself that if you ever really loved him, youâd say it first. He couldnât risk the possibility of losing you altogether. So, he waited. And waited. And waited.
Tonight, was supposed to be like any other. A rare night off from their duties. No mission on the horizon, no danger lurking around every corner. The team wasnât together, except for you. You suggested going to a bar nearby for a drink and a break from the constant grind of life in the compound. Bucky had decided, almost reluctantly, to say yes.
Bucky had, of course, known you cared. In all the small moments, like how you would always check in on him, ask him about his dreams or how he was really feeling. And the way your eyes lingered on him when you thought he wasnât looking.
I know you love me, he thought. I know it.
But Bucky never had the nerve to say it out loud. And now, here he was, sitting across from you at the bar, staring into his glass of whiskey, wishing he could just reach out and touch your hand without the world falling apart around him.
He was far too aware of how close you were, and yet how far away you still seemed.
You were laughing, your voice light and full of life. You always seemed to shine brighter when you were in this mood, the weight of the world lifted, even if only for a moment. But Bucky could see the flickers of doubt in your eyes. Could see the way you kept looking over at him, waiting for something.
Maybe tonight was the night youâd say it. Maybe tonight youâd do what Bucky couldnât bring himself to do.
But as he watched you, a strange feeling began to take hold. A spark of jealousy. It was a ridiculous thing, he knew. But it wasnât about you. It wasnât about the way you looked at other peopleâit was about the way you looked at him and didnât say anything. Didnât do anything.
It was then that a woman approached him.
Bucky didnât want to be rude. Heâd never been the type to just turn someone down, but when the woman slid onto the seat next to him, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him, he didnât feel the usual discomfort. Instead, he felt an odd sense of power and control, maybe.
She was bold, confident. The way she laughed, the way she touched his arm, the way she spoke to him, it all felt like a challenge. A test. And before he could stop himself, he realized something. He wasnât afraid of this woman. He wasnât uncomfortable.
But you were.
He saw the way you stiffened in your seat, the way your smile faltered. You hadnât said a word, but Bucky could tell, he knew. You were jealous.
And for some reason, that made his heart pound. A dark thought crept into his mind, âMaybe this is how itâll happen. Maybe I can make you admit it. Maybe I can get you to finally say what we both know is true.â
The woman leaned in closer, her fingers brushing his. Her breath was warm against his ear as she whispered, âSo, what do you say? Care to dance?â
Bucky glanced at you once more. You were still staring at him, but now, there was a mix of frustration and hurt in your eyes. His breath caught in his throat. He should stop this. He should turn away. But a dangerous impulse surged through him.
âSure.â he said, standing up without another word, letting the woman take his hand and pull him toward the dance floor.
He could hear your breath hitch from across the room. He could feel your gaze burning and intense. But he didnât break. Not yet.
They moved in close as the music shifted, her body pressed against his. It was all a game now, a game Bucky wasnât sure he wanted to play but couldnât help himself from continuing. Every move he made, every gesture, was designed to make you feel something. To make you feel what he had felt for so long âthe ache.â The longing. The desperate desire for something more.
But as they danced, his thoughts were on you. Only you. And all the ways he had hurt you without ever realizing it.
You were standing now, getting your things, heading for the door. And Buckyâs chest clenched as he realized something. He couldnât let you go. Not like this. Not anymore.
âWe are done!â he said to the woman, his voice sharp as he brushed past her, heading toward you.
The cool night air hit him as he caught up to you just outside the bar.
âDoll, wait,â he said, his voice catching in his throat. âWhere are you going?â
You didnât turn around, didnât even slow down. âIâm going back to the compound, Bucky. Iâm done.â Your voice was quiet, but it was laced with finality. âIâm done pretending. Done watching you with her.â
âIâm going back to the compound,â you repeated, your voice a little too calm, too controlled. âI need to clear my head. I think Iâll go check in with Steve.â
The moment the words left your mouth, you felt the shift in the air. Bucky froze.
You hadnât expected it, Bucky was always so controlled, so guarded. But there was something in his eyes now. Something darker. The breath youâd taken in to steady yourself suddenly caught in your throat.
âSteve?â Buckyâs voice was low, tight with barely contained emotion. His grip on your wrist tightened, and you could see his jaw clench, the muscles beneath his skin rippling with barely restrained anger. âYouâre going back to Steve?â
You nodded slowly, avoiding his gaze. You had no idea why, but you couldnât meet his eyes right now. Maybe it was because you could feel his anger building, and it made you uneasy.
âYeah,â you said, trying to sound indifferent, but even to your own ears, the words felt hollow. âIâll be fine, Bucky. I just need some space.â
You tried to pull away, but his grip on your wrist tightened, pulling you back toward him. His eyes locked onto yours, and there was something in the depths of his gaze something primal that made your breath catch.
âDonât lie to me,â he growled, his voice rough, his tone clipped. âYouâre not going back to Steve. Never ever!â
His hand moved to your other wrist, and before you could protest, he spun you around, backing you up against the cold brick wall of the alley. You gasped at the suddenness of it, the sharp heat of his body pressing against you. The force of it left you breathless, but it wasnât just the physical contact that left you feeling winded, it was the storm swirling in Buckyâs eyes.
âI donât care about your games, doll,â Bucky continued, his voice now a dangerous whisper. âI donât care if youâre trying to protect yourself or play it safe. You donât get to walk away from this. Not after all these months. Not after Iâll final say what I shouldâve said the first goddamn time I saw you.â
Your heart hammered in your chest as Buckyâs breath came faster now, his face inches from yours. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the anger and frustration practically crackling in the air between you. His hand was on the wall next to your head, caging you in, his body pressing into yours like he was trying to hold you there, to make you listen.
âDonât you dare go back to Steve!â he snarled. âI know what youâre trying to do. I know what youâre hiding from. But donât you dare tell me youâre choosing him. Not when we both know whatâs between us.â
Your stomach twisted at his words, a jolt of panic rising up in your chest. You had to get away from him, from this. But somehow, the words felt wrong. He was right. Something had shifted tonight, everything had shifted tonight. And the more you tried to run from it, the more you realized that you were just as tangled up in it as he was.
You shook your head, trying to pull away from his grip. âBucky, stop. Just stop.â
But he didnât. His hand moved from the wall to your face, cupping your jaw with surprising gentleness. His thumb stroked over your skin, the touch almost tender despite the fury that was still burning in his eyes. It was like he was trying to hold on to you, trying to keep you from slipping away.
âIâve spent months pretending I didnât want you,â Bucky muttered, his voice low and raw. âIâve spent months watching you with him, keeping my distance, telling myself it was enough just being close to you, just being around you. But itâs never been enough, Doll. Itâs never been enough, and I canât do it anymore.â
âI love you, Y/N. Iâve always loved you.â
Your breath caught in your throat. For a moment, neither of you moved. The world stood still.
You swallowed hard, fighting the surge of emotions that were building inside you, fighting the tears threatening to break free. You had never seen Bucky like this so raw, so vulnerable, so⊠angry. It terrified you, but in a way, it also made you realize just how deeply he cared for you. How much he had always cared for you.
His grip on your face tightened, but there was no anger in his eyes now, only something softer, something that made your heart beat even faster. âI donât want to claim you, Doll. I want to have you. I want you to choose me.â
Before you could respond, Buckyâs lips crashed into yours again, desperate and urgent. It was no longer a question, no longer a plea. It was an answer. His hands slid to your back, pulling you into him with such force that you could feel his heart racing against yours.
The kiss was everything every unspoken word, every hidden desire, every emotion they had both kept buried for so long. Bucky was done hiding, done pretending, and as you kissed him back with equal fervor, you knew there was no going back from this.
âDonât go back to him,â Bucky whispered against your lips, his voice thick with need. âIâm not letting you go.â
You didnât know what to say. The words felt like they were stuck in your throat. You had always thought youâd have time to figure this out, but now that the truth was out there between you, out there between him, you knew that there was no more time for pretending. No more time for games.
You pressed closer to him, your hands threading through his hair as you kissed him again, and in that moment, you realized there was only one thing that truly mattered.
Bucky dragged you in the room at the backside of the bar.
Without warning, he pins you against the wall, his body pressing against yours. His hands cup your face, holding your gaze captive.
He presses himself closer, one thigh between your legs. His hands move from your face to your hips, gripping them firmly. His lips graze your ear as he speaks, his voice a low grumble. âI'm going to show you exactly how much I want you, right here, right now.â
His mouth closes on your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. You feel his fingers slipping under the hem of your tee, tracing a path of fire along your waist. âI've wanted you for so long, you have no idea. Watching you, smelling your scent, feeling your touch... it's been driving me crazy.â
His lips move down the column of your throat, leaving a trail of hot kisses along the way. One of his hands moves up to cup your breast, his thumb gently circling your nipple through the thin fabric of your bra.
You let out a gasp, arching into his touch. Your body is responding to his every move, awakening a need you've kept buried for far too long. Bucky smiles against your skin, enjoying the way he's unraveling you piece by piece.
âYou like that, don't you? Feeling my hands on you, my mouth on your skin.â He whispers in your ear before capturing your earlobe between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to send a shiver down your spine.
His other hand slides under your skirt, trailing up your thigh, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
Your breath hitches, your legs growing weak as Bucky's touch becomes more and more brazen.
He chuckles lowly, satisfied to see you coming undone under his hands. âYou're so responsive... so sensitive. I love seeing you like this, completely at my mercy.â
He spins you around, pressing your front against the wall. You feel his weight press into your back, his hands roaming everywhere, claiming you as his own.
âI'm going to make you mine, here and now. There's no stopping this, no denying what's been boiling between us for so damn long.â
His lips find the nape of your neck, kissing and sucking on the soft skin. His free hand slides down your stomach, resting just at the waistband of your panties. The contact is almost too much, your mind reeling from the barrage of sensations.
âI want you so badly... Can I have you? Right here, right now?â He asks, his voice a deep, raspy whisper. He's poised on the edge, waiting for your answer, his body tense with anticipation.
You can't find the words to speak, too overwhelmed by the storm of emotions and sensations he's stirring within you. Instead, you respond by arching your back, pressing yourself against him, wordlessly signaling your consent.
Bucky lets out a guttural growl, the sound filling the air. He doesn't need anything more than that. His hands move with newfound urgency, peeling away the layers of fabric separating you from him.
He turns you around, his expression darkened with desire. He looks at you hungrily, taking in every inch of your exposed skin. His hands run up your sides, tracing the curves of your body, committing every detail to memory.
âYou're so beautiful... So goddamn perfect.â His words are punctuated by small, lingering kisses along your collarbone, across your chest, down along your stomach. You're lost in the sensation, your body on fire under his touch.
He sinks to his knees in front of you, his lips continuing their exploration of your body. He kisses and nips at the tender skin of your inner thighs, teasing and tantalizing you with every touch.
âI want to taste you... I need to taste you...â He husks, his hands wrapping around your hips, pulling you closer. You can feel his breath on your core, hot and eager, making you shiver in anticipation.
His tongue darts out, tasting you lightly, just enough to send a rush of pleasure through you. You gasp, your fingers threading into his hair, holding him close. Bucky smiles against your flesh, enjoying how responsive you are to his ministrations.
He alternates between soft, almost chaste kisses and more firm, calculated licks. He's enjoying the taste of you, the sounds of your moans and gasps. His hands grip your thighs, holding you firm while his mouth works magic, making you moan obscenely.
âYou taste so good... Better than I ever imagined.â He lifts his gaze, meeting your eyes. The raw hunger in his expression takes your breath away.
You want to speak, but your mind is a jumbles mess, unable to form a coherent word.
âYou're driving me crazy, doll. I want to devour you, to make you mine in every way possible.â
And then he does. He dives in, his mouth devouring you in a frenzy of passion determined to bring you closer to the edge.
Your gasps turn into cries of pleasure, your body writhing under his skilful mouth. Bucky's hands grip your hips, holding you steady as he brings you closer to your climax.
The world seems to spin around you, your senses overwhelmed by the pleasure Bucky is giving you. He's relentless, pushing you higher and higher, determined to give you more than you ever dreamed of.
His tongue works relentlessly, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive you wild. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails biting into his flesh, anchoring you on the ground.
Just as your were about to come, Bucky suddenly pulls away, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with desire. He climbs to his feet, pinning you against the wall once again
âI need to be inside you... Now.â
He's barely able to get the words out, his voice thick with need. He captures your mouth in a fierce kiss, his hands already pushing your skirt up around your waist.
His body presses against yours, the hard length of him rubbing against your core. You can feel the heat and strength of him, the evidence of his desire poking you.
âI need you, need this... I need you now..â He repeats the words like a mantra, his lips trailing along your jaw, your neck, your ear.
He pulls you around, turning you to face the wall once again. You feel the cool surface against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his body behind you.
âI'm not going to be gentle.â He warns, his hands gripping your hips, pulling them back against him.
You feel him against you, hard and eager, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His hips move against yours, and you can feel just how much he wants you, how badly he needs you.
âCan you take it? Can you handle me like this?â He asks, one hand traveling up your spine, his fingers tracing the line of your vertebrae. His touch is demanding, possessive, but somehow still tender, as if he's afraid he'll hurt you.
You manage to nod, too far gone with pleasure to form words. Bucky lets out a low, satisfied sound, his mouth nipping at your shoulder as his hand slides around to your front.
He cups your breast, his thumb grazing over your nipple, teasing and provoking.
âI'm going to take you, right here, just like this.â He growls, his hips pressing against yours.
You can feel him against you, his body poised and ready, the tip of his cock, teasing your entrance. âAre you ready for me?â He asks, his lips against your ear, his breath hot and urgent.
You can only manage a small, breathless moan in response, your body yearning for him to take you, to make you his own.
âI need to hear you say it. Tell me you want me... That you need me...â His words are a needy, almost desperate plea, his self-control hanging by a thread.
You find your voice, forcing the words out despite the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. âI want you... I need you... Please...â
âThat's all I needed to hear.â The words are a rough, guttural grunt, the last vestiges of his restraint snapping. He positions himself behind you, the head of him rubbing against your entrance.
His hands grip your hips again, holding you in place. He's so close, so very close... But still, he waits, wanting to make sure you're ready for the next step.
âJust tell me if it's too much, okay? If I go too far, I want to know.â He whispers the words, his voice betraying a hint of vulnerability, a hint of doubt, despite the powerful, animalistic way he's holding you.
You nod, your body thrumming with anticipation. You trust him, trust him not to hurt you, and that trust makes all the difference. You push back against him, signaling your readiness in the most primal way possible.
He lets out a low, gravelly moan, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He needs this as much as you do, maybe even more. âGod, I can't wait any longer...â
He pushes forward, slowly, carefully. He's being as gentle as he can be, wanting to give you time to adjust to the intrusion. But it's torture for him, the heat, the tightness, the way you're clenching and squeezing him, enveloping him in a way he's never felt before.
âYou're so damn tight... So perfect...â He groans the words, his body moving involuntarily, the pleasure too much to resist. His hands grip your hips tighter, his mouth trailing kisses along your back, your shoulders, your neck. He can't get enough of you, his body moving in a rhythm that's old as time itself.
âYou feel so good. I never knew it could be like this.â He mutters the words against your skin, his voice thick with ecstasy.
He picks up the pace, his body moving more urgently now, following the pull of pleasure that's driving him onward. His hands are everywhere, caressing and touching, worshiping every inch of you like a man possessed.
âI could stay inside you forever. I never want to let you go.â He murmurs the words into your ear, his voice ragged and broken. He's lost in the moment, in the pleasure, in you.
You reach a hand back, tangling your fingers into his hair, holding onto him like an anchor in the storm. All the rights and wrongs, thrown out of the window.
âDon't let go... Don't ever let go.â He whispers, his lips finding your neck, the skin there already tender from his earlier attentions. His movements become rougher, more frenzied, as if he's desperate to get even closer to you, to merge himself with you in every way possible.
âI need you... I need you so damn much...â The words are a broken chant, gasped into your ear, his breath hot and ragged against your skin.
He's moving even faster now, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the air, the only break in the silence apart from your moans and gasps. The pleasure is building, growing stronger and stronger with every thrust, threatening to consume you both. You can feel yourself close to the edge, teetering on the very precipice of ecstasy. Bucky knows it too, he can sense it, sense the mounting tension in your body.
âYou're close... I can feel it. I'm so close...â He growls the words, his voice tight with the effort to hold back, to keep control for just a little while longer.
âI want to hear you say it... I want you to let go... Tell me you're mine.â His voice is harsh and ragged, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his release.
You struggle to find the words, to form a coherent thought amidst the haze of pleasure. âY-yours.. I'm... Yours...â
The words send a wave of pleasure through Bucky, his hips twitching involuntarily at the sound of your surrender. âSay it again... I need to hear it againâŠâ
âYours... I'm yours, Bucky... All yours...â You gasp the words, your voice quivering with the force of your ecstasy.
That's all it takes. Your surrender, your declaration of ownership, it breaks the dam that's been holding him back. âMine... You're mine... All mine...â He repeats the words like a mantra, his body moving with a new fervor, a new intensity.
âSteve wonât take care of you like I can.â He thrust, âAll I have to do isâŠâ he hits you with another powerful thrust, messing up with your senses. âMake a sad face and remind him of my past!â He hits another powerful thrust, and the voice you make is between a cry and a moan. âHe will happily give you to me!â
He buries his face in your neck, his lips finding that sensitive spot just below your ear. When he speaks again, his voice is a possessive, guttural growl, thick with desire. âAnd don't you ever forget it.â
His lips find yours again, claiming your mouth in a kiss that's hard and demanding. He's drowning in you, in this moment, the world around you reduced to nothing but the heat and the friction and the pleasure.
He's close, so close, but he won't give in, won't let go until he's brought you to your release, until he's given you everything he can give.
âCome for me, doll... Let go... Give yourself to me... I want to feel it, feel you...â His words are a rough, ragged plea, a demand made out of pure need. He's holding back, waiting for you to reach your peak, his body taut and trembling with the effort to hold back his own pleasure.
You can feel yourself teetering on the edge, balanced between light and dark, pleasure and pain, sanity and madness.
âLet go... Just let go... I've got you...â The words, the promise, they're enough to push you over the edge. You shatter, your body arching against his, a cry of ecstasy tears from your lungs. The world spins around you, your release crashing through you like a tsunami, leaving you breathless and trembling.
Bucky's there, holding you against him, his arms wrapping around, holding you up, keeping you from collapse. He's still hard inside you, so close to his own climax.
âGod, you're so perfect... I've never experienced anything like this before...â His voice is gruff and broken, his breath hot against your neck as he pulls you flush against him. He lets out a low, guttural moan, his body trembling with need and restraint. âI need you.... I need to let go... you will let me come in you, wonât you? You will be a good girl for me, right doll?â
You nod, your body still thrumming with pleasure as you push back against him, signaling your absent-minded consent.
âYou're going to be the death of me, woman...â His words are a rough whisper, a promise and a threat all at once. His grip tightens around you, his body tense and coiled like a spring. âJust a little more... just a little longer... I need to give you everything...â
He buries his face in your hair, his breath coming in jagged pants now, his body taut and trembling with the effort to hold back just a little longer.
âAlmost there.... almost... I'm so close...â The words are a ragged gasp.
He let out a low, guttural groan, his body tensing against yours, his arms pulling you tight against him. âGod, I... I can't... I'm...â he doesn't finish the sentence. Instead, he buries his face in your hair, muffling his moan against your shoulder as his body tightens and spasms, his release washing over him like a tide, powerful and consuming.
He holds you close as he comes down, his body trembling with the aftershocks, his breath warm against your skin. âGod... that was... incredible...â The words are a rough whisper, his voice thick with emotion. He presses a tender kiss to your shoulder, his lips lingering against your skin, as if he can't bear to let you go for even a moment.
He tightens his arms around you, pulling you flush against him, as if he can't bear to have you any further than an inch away from him. âYou're amazing, you know that?â
He nuzzles your neck, his lips leaving tender kisses along the sensitive skin there. He's so gentle, so different from the rough, desperate man who'd been consumed by need a few moments ago. As he sees his release dripping from between your legs, his eyes darken, making him feel more possessive about you.
âMine...â He mutters the word against your skin, his voice thick with possessiveness. He knows it's probably a bit irrational, but he can't help it. He needs to express his claim over you, his desire to protect and own you in every way imaginable.
He then moves his fingers on your thigh, collecting some of his release on his fingers, bringing them closer to your mouth, a silent order.
You know what he wants, what he's demanding, even if he doesn't say the words aloud. Your eyes meet his, holding his gaze, as you slowly bring your hand up to wrap around his wrist, drawing his fingers into your mouth.
âGood girlâŠâ He murmurs the words as he watches you, his eyes darkened by a possessive, primal need. He loves how submissive you are in this moment, how willing and eager you are to please him.
He holds your chin, his fingers tracing the outline of your lips, feeling the glide of his own release against them. âYou have no idea what you do to me, doll. You make me lose all control. And I love itâŠâ
He leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss that's equal parts tender and possessive. He can taste himself on your lips, and the thought just makes him want you more, more fiercely than before.
He pulls back enough to rest his forehead against yours, his breath coming faster now, his body stirring once more. âI swear, doll, you're going to be the death of me...â
He captures your lips again, kissing you deeply, his tongue delving into your mouth, tasting you, claiming you, marking you as his in every way he can think of.
Little do you know, about the real possessiveness he feels about you. Bucky is already planning to take you far away from everyone. To keep you all to himself. While you are already lost in the kiss and afterglow of the sex, Bucky is already planning about the future.
He kisses you again, with a fierce intensity, his hands roaming over your body, as if he's trying to memorize every inch of you. He's thinking of all the ways he wants to have you, all the ways he wants to make you his. He's already made up his mind. You're not just a passing fancy, or a distraction. You're his now, and he's not going to let you go. Not ever.
He then sits on the couch with you, while you rest in his arms, he picks out his phone preparing to take you away. He types out a quick message, his hands still caressing your skin, his eyes never leaving your face.
He's arranging for a secure location, somewhere remote, somewhere he can keep you safe and, more importantly, all to himself.
âMy doll.â
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