#Sweetie fanfic

[puckinghischier]

Can we talk about how hard Luke would try to be helpful while you’re on your period? I just feel like all of his efforts would be so endearing

oh this is so perfect bc my body decided to give me its own christmas present yesterday 🤩

he would be so attentive, god love him. he’d even have his own tracker on his phone so he can be prepared and make sure he always has your favorites stocked when the time comes.

the second he starts seeing the signs, he’s making your coffee or tea, whichever you prefer, in the mornings and having it waiting on you with your favorite breakfast pastry. on your worst day he’s bringing it to you in bed, heated blanket on his arm.

if he has a day off from practice or gets back early from a morning skate, he’s assuming all housework duties. he’s making sure the kitchen is clean, bringing you your favorite comfort meal from your favorite restaurant, doing the laundry, tidying up the living room. he wants to make sure you don’t have to lift a finger.

he secretly loves when you’re having a rough cramp day, if he’s honest. not because he enjoys seeing you in pain, it’s the opposite really. it breaks his heart that you have to go through this every month, knowing there’s nothing he can do to take the pain away. but he loves how clingy you get, whining every time he gets up to leave the bed or the couch, even if it’s to get something you asked him to get.

he’s constantly calling and texting you to see how you’re feeling and asking if you need anything when he’s not with you. the guys in the locker room all make fun of him for it, but he could care less. it’s the least he can do. you’re constantly taking all of this on every other week of the month, doing all you can to make his life easier, wanting him to come home and be able to relax and focus on resting before or after games. so he’ll gladly take the responsibility on for this one week a month, to show you how much he appreciates you and loves you.

you become such a homebody when you’re on your period and luke eats it up. he loves nothing more than being lazy with you, and he gets at least an entire week of it each month. you refuse any offer of plans, not wanting to have to put on ‘real’ clothes, content with living in one of luke’s oversized shirts, period panties, and a loose pair of his boxers. and luke loves coming home to the sight more than he could ever express.

you love the effort he takes each month to make sure you’re comfortable and cared for. you don’t know how you did it, but you truly hit the jackpot with him. you hear him constantly on the phone with ellen, double checking which painkillers work best for cramps and what the best remedy for period induced headaches. you crawl into a freshly made bed every night, despite rotting on the couch all day. you get baths drawn for you with soothing smells and low light, like either joining you or sitting in the floor with you and telling you all about his day. you have a never ending supply of sweets and baked goods, thanks to his bakery runs every morning.

you always ask him how you can repay him, but he always tells you the same thing. “what you do for me every day is enough. being able to do this for you is repayment in itself. this is what i’m supposed to do. it’s my job to make sure you’re comfortable, taken care of, and loved.”

of course, the words always make your hormonal self emotional, tears falling every time at how much you love him and how lucky you are he loves you. but then he ruins the moment, adding in “plus, the post-period sex is always great, so that’s a good incentive, too.” you swat at him, telling him to shut up.

“i’m just kidding, sweetheart. i love doing this for you, seriously,” he’d back track, nuzzling his face into your neck to place small kisses there.

rolling your eyes, you respond with “you might like doing this for me, but you weren’t kidding, don’t lie.”

he gives you a “welll….” look, making you laugh, forgetting all about the ache in your lower abdomen.

[alleyesony0u]

TW/CW: Discussion of murder, death, and violence

imagine if evbo has a family outside of pvp civilization. a home. and he had his parents. and then one day, their sweet baby boy vanished. their baby boy had been fourteen going on fifteen when he had disappeared, he had a smile that could blind the whole world, he was struggling with freshman algebra and his parents would sit down with him on the couch and try and scrounge up memories from their school days to help him.

now their baby boy is finally back after months, but he is not their baby boy anymore. he is fifteen and he looks at them like he is shoving his hand in that haystack to find the needle. his smile is not as bright as it once was and his eyes have lost that glimmer of joy and innocence. they are so tired, they look like they have seen war. maybe they have.

and then there are the scars. the healed up wounds that mark something had been stabbed through his palms. when he takes off his shirt there is scar tissue so deep, so horrible on the skin of his stomach and chest his parents wonder What happened and how did he survive? the mark of a knife sliced across the throat and the jagged scar stretching across his jaw. and more. so so much more.

and yet he smiles. he tells his parents he loves them, that he will remember them, that he is beginning to remember them. he tells them stories he remembers, reminisces on cherished moments. and all of this says, i am still your son deep down, but it will take some time to find him. he refuses to tell them anything about his disappearance. he's fine. he is okay. really, he truly is. yet he still wakes up at night screaming and pleading and crying. please don't kill me. i don't want to die. why do i need to die? it hurts it hurts it hurts. and what can his parents do but wake up in the middle of the night, sit by him as he is curled up in bed, and watch as their baby boy (fifteen, not fourteen) cries and cries and cries, and refuses a hug, refuses to be touched, because it hurts.

[midnightanxietytm]

I have a silly idea :3

imagine Mabel recounting the “accident with the leaf blower” to the reader, who then proceeds to make sure Ford isn’t around and tells her about the “kissing practice robot” incident from high school (which they witnessed) if you don’t know what I mean watch the land before swine commentary video

meanwhile Ford is down in the basement and suddenly stops what he’s doing and is like “I feel a disturbance in the force.”

A/N: Oh my god the kissing bot is so iconic, Ford is such a dork for that one lol. Hope I met your expectations with this one , its been a while since I've written something more lighthearted. Thanks for the request!

Contents: Mabel and Reader spilling tea, talks about kissing and romance and other sappy things. Ford x Reader more implied than anything. Short and fun.

Word count: 500

You know something is wrong because Mabel isn't smiling, Mabel is always smiling. She walks through the gift shop door and goes straight to sit on the counter next to you with a big sigh.

“Alright, spill it, sunshine.” You say with a small smile, putting down the book you'd been reading in order to give her your full attention.

She looks up at you with big round eyes. “I dunno… The date went well, he even kissed me!” You gasp in pretend shock and that gets a small giggle out of her. “I know right?! But like… It felt weird! It wasn’t bad! Just weird… maybe I need more practice…”

That makes you laugh as you prop yourself near the checkout; “Mabel, darling, kissing isn't really some equation you can figure out, maybe he just wasn't the right person.”

She lets out another big sigh, but you can tell is more resigned and hopefull this time. “Yeah, I guess… Besides, I really don't want another leaf blower accident.”

You laugh again, Mabel has that charm. “The what accident now?”

“Oh my gosh, I never told you?! It's so embarrassing; I was obsessed with that boy, who turned out to be a bunch of gnomes by the way, and I wanted our first kiss to be perfect, so I stuck a photo of him on a leaf blower on suction made and used it to practice.” When she said that, both of you started to laugh so hard tears formed in your eyes. “I-t left like this huge bruise on my face!”

You lean your head on the table, trying to stop laughing, but the mental image of Mabel with a leaf blower stuck to her face is too much.

“Oh gosh you're just like your grunkle!” You say in-between wheezing.

“Wait which one?” Mabel asked, rubbing the tears off her eyes.

“Okay so…” You began, looking around just to check Ford wasn’t near. “Your Grunkle Ford, back in high school he built this robot…” You look around again, holding back laughter and bringing down your voice. “It was this mannequin head with a rubix cube for a mouth and it had an alarm that wouldn’t stop playing until he…” And you did quotation marks with your hands. “...kissed it right.”

And you both started laughing all over again. “That's so dorky oh my gosh!”.

“Right!? He's such a nerd.” You say, and there's a softness to it that eases Mabel's worries about romance all together. “It fell from his locker once and it started blasting the darn alarm! He couldn’t go anywhere for a week after that without people mimicking kissing noises. It was gross.” You chuckle and sigh, sitting back down on your stool. “Compared to that, a leaf blower is no big deal!”

“Compared to what?” Says a third voice.

You and Mabel snap your heads, seeing Ford standing on the doorway behind the vending machine.

Crap.

[neverbeurs]

WHEN HE’S BACK HOME FROM TOUR . ⌯'▾'⌯

huang renjun × g!n reader

warnings: just pure tooth rotting fluff bcz i miss him :(

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you sighed, staring at the bright screen of your phone that illuminated part of the dark room. it’s been about almost an hour since he’s texted you that he was on his way back.

you knew this was his job and that he would be gone,, but you just can’t help but miss him. miss his cuddles, his warmth, his sweet words, just him in general.

its been almost four months, and you’re honestly starting to have renjun withdrawals. you miss his smile, his soft voice, his adorable giggles..

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“baby!” he smiled, opening his arms for you to hug him. you smiled so widely you could feel your cheeks hurt.

“junnie!” you melted into his arms, inhaling the scent you’ve missed so much.

“hi my love..” he mumbled into your hair, arms wrapping around your waist as he waddled in.

you sighed, closing eyes and just letting yourself melt in his arms. “hi.. i missed you.. you looked so good, im so sad i wasnt there..”

he chuckled, wadding over to the bedroom with you still in his arms. “saw some signs that made me miss you a-lot, baby..”

you smiled, laying on his chest and just listening to his heartbeat as he talked about his experiences in all the different countries and the fans and the things that reminded him of you.

“-and then i saw this really cute kitten and- …” renjun looked down at you, smiling as he saw your eyes slowly flutter against your cheeks. “you tired, baby..?”

you drowsily hummed, nuzzling into him further. he fondly stroked your hair, cooing at your sleepy state. you always got like this, and it warmed his heart knowing that he could calm you like this..

“good night, baby. i love you..” he murmured, kissing your forehead and tenderly rubbing your back. you let out a hum, mumbling an “i love you” back to him and dozing off into your sleep, holding onto the man you loved.

a/n. i sobbed

© neverbeurs 2024. plagiarism is a crime.

[wwilsonbarness]

sweetie

pairings: dbf!bucky x y/n reader

summary: after yet another failed date your dad’s best friend Bucky cheers you up.. 

warnings: smut 18+ only (unprotected sex, oraL (M & F receiving), fingering, creampie, cockwarming, praise kink, safe word(mentioned not used), innocence kink), age gap (reader is early twenties, bucky is mid 40’s), use of pet names, swearing, body shaming (not from reader or bucky), insecure thoughts (reader) - let me know if I missed any :)

word count: 4092

a/n: I’m a slut for dbf!bucky so I had to use him for my first time writing smut🤭 go easy on me please i tried😭

Feedback, likes and reblogs are much appreciated :) 

I do not give permission for my work to be copied, reposted or translated on any other platform.

masterlist 

“Y/n?” 

“Yeah! Hey, Ryan right?” He just nodded and sat opposite you, clearly not caring he had shown up 20 minutes late. .

“You’re not what I expected” he tried to play it off with a chuckle but you just looked at him in shock, completely confused.

“What were you expecting?” 

“Someone a little.. you know” he pauses for a moment and looks you up and down before continuing, “it doesn’t matter” Before you could question what he meant you hear a familiar voice come from behind you. 

“Y/n, how are you sweetheart?” As you go to turn your head you feel a cold hand on your shoulder, instantly telling you who was there. 

“Buck! What are you doing here?” 

“I’m picking up some dinner on the way home from work, just spotted you two over here and thought I’d say hi” He looks over at your date with a slight smile. Bucky had always been protective over you, ever since he started working with your dad, he’d always be over at your house for some reason or another, but you’d never complain. You’ve secretly been crushing on him for a while now, there was just something about him that you loved, not to mention he was the hottest guy you’ve ever seen. 

“Oh right, sorry! This is Ryan, my date” You point your hand towards him, “Ryan, this is Bucky, one of my dad’s friends” Ryan stands up and holds his hand out waiting for Bucky to shake it. 

“Nice to meet you Bucky” So he doesn’t lack all respect it seems.

“Call me James” He tightly squeezes Ryan’s hand, maybe too hard as Ryan tries to pull away slightly. You couldn’t help the blush creeping up onto your face. Bucky only introduced himself as James to people he didn’t like, come to think of it you had only heard him introduce himself as James a few times. Once when you brought a boy home in your first year of college, to the creepy neighbours who moved into your street whilst Bucky was over for dinner and one of his colleague’s. He must have a good judge of character because all of those people turned out to be total dicks. 

“Well, I won’t take up any more of your time, have a good night you two” He leans down to give you a hug, and whispers into your ear, just loud enough so Ryan can hear. “See you later sweetheart” He turns to Ryan and nods before leaving. You feel your mood drop as he walks away, you were sad that he was leaving, especially with it meaning you were stuck with your sad excuse for a date. You pick up the menu and go to ask what he’s thinking of getting before the waitress interrupts.

“Ready to order?” Before you can respond asking for an extra few minutes Ryan answers for you. 

“I’ll have the pasta special  and she’ll have the chicken salad.'' You shoot him a confused look, similar to the look the waitress is giving you both. You couldn’t believe he was ordering for you, and ordering you a salad at that. God, you could not wait for this night to be over already. 

Surprisingly the conversation from there wasn’t that bad, he asked you about your job to which you explained the recent job you’d gotten as an elementary school teacher. Things were looking up until your food arrived. “I hope you didn’t mind me ordering for you, salad is always a safe choice, you know?”

“Do you have a problem with how I look or something?” He didn’t even seem shocked or embarrassed when you asked. 

“I’ve just never dated someone as big as you”

“what?” Was he serious right now? You’d gained a little weight recently due to stress eating but you didn’t think other people would notice, or point it out.

“Do you not think you could lose a few pounds? You’d look so much better, especially with a dress like that on.” You could feel the tears forming in your eyes as he spoke, little droplets gathering on your eyelashes. You tried to stop your voice from shaking before answering him. 

“I don’t think this is gonna work out” 

He rolls his eyes and scoffs. “God. Women are so sensitive these days” You didn’t want to show him how he was affecting you so you grab your jacket and walk out without looking back. You’re only outside for a couple minutes before you hear that voice again, along with a car horn. You lift your head up and see Bucky parked just ahead of you.

“You okay sweets?” 

“Buck, you’re still here?” you begin to walk towards him.

“Mhm, food took a while to come out. What’s wrong, are you okay?” 

You quickly wiped away the tears that were rolling down your cheeks “I’m fine, just wanna get home” 

“Hop in, I’ll give you a ride home” 

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna-“

“Don’t be silly, you know I don’t mind” you force a small smile out before making your way to the passenger side. 

“How was your date?” You turn to him with a look that makes it clear it was not a good time. 

“He was an ass” His gaze softens on you and he puts his hand onto your thigh and rubs circles over it with his thumb. 

“I knew it” He notices you trying to smile and softens his tone, “I’m sorry sweetie, come on I’ll take you home” 

“Thank you” He softly squeezes your thigh before moving his hand to focus on driving you home. You missed his touch already, it made you feel safe like you had someone who cared but it also excited you, making your body heat up. You quickly threw that idea out, he was your dads best friend, he would never think of you that way. 

Your apartment isn’t far away, the car journey only lasts around 10 minutes. It was a mostly quiet car ride, Bucky didn’t try and make you open up about your date but he was worried, you seemed really upset with whatever had happened. “Are you sure you're okay?” 

You tried to answer without letting your shaky voice show but you failed, “I just wanna get in and get changed out of this dress” You rub your hands over your dress to try and make yourself look better, you couldn’t help but think you looked bad after Ryan spoke about you like that. When Bucky parks outside your apartment you sit  in silence for a moment, you didn’t want to get out because it meant Bucky would be leaving you. “Do you want to bring your food in? It’ll be cold by the time you get back to yours” 

“That would be great, if you don’t mind” 

“Course not Buck” You both get out and walk up to your door. Bucky noticed you playing with your dress on the way, “you look real pretty in that dress” You turned to him as he spoke to you, surprised with what he said.

“Really? I thought I liked it too but, I, I don’t know” you trailed off slowly. 

“Whatever that asshole said to you, don’t listen to him. You look great” 

“Thank you Buck but you really don’t have to say that” 

“I mean it sweetheart, you look gorgeous” You smile up at him, a little less forced this time. It takes you a minute to compose yourself and find your keys but you finally manage to unlock the door.

“Sit down, I’ll get you a plate” 

“Bring two” he shouts through from the couch to your kitchen. 

“Okayy” you're slightly confused but take two plates out the cupboard along with two beers from the fridge, “but why do you need two?” 

“So you can have some” you weren’t in the restaurant too long, did you eat anything?” 

You were tempted to pretend you weren’t hungry but you really were starving. “Is there enough to share? I left before I could eat my salad” 

“Salad? you went to an italian restaurant and ordered salad?" Bucky laughed. 

“He ordered for me” Bucky stopped laughing as soon as the words left your mouth, and he started shaking his head. 

“What a dick, here” he unpacks his bag of food and lays them on the table in front of you both. “help yourself to as much as you like, lucky for you my eyes are too big for my belly” 

“So where'd you find this guy anyway?” 

You sat on the sofa for an hour or so and explained the whole story, including everything that happened on the date. By the end of it Bucky was angry, angrier than you’d ever seen him. He pulls his hand up to your face and cups your cheek, “Don’t let some boy make you feel insecure, you don’t need to change for anyone, and anyone would be lucky to have you” 

No one had ever spoken to you with such kind words and you could feel the tears forming again, you tried to play it off. You were embarrassed for being so emotional. “I’m sorry, just no one ever speaks about me like that” 

“You deserve to hear it everyday, and I really mean that” 

“Thank you buck, and thank you for sharing your food.” 

“Anytime sweetie” 

“I’m gonna go get changed and then I’ll clean this up okay?” 

“Sure, take your time” 

Only a couple minutes pass before Bucky hears you calling his name from your bedroom. 

“Y/n? are you alright” worry had set in fast, faster than it probably should’ve but he cared about you alot. he practically ran through, only stopping when he walked into you. 

“Where's the fire jesus” he puts his hands on your shoulders to try and steady you both. 

“I heard you calling my name, are you alright?” you couldn’t help but smile at his concern for you, it was nice to have someone who cared for you. 

“I’m okay, my hair’s just stuck in my zip, can you help me with it?” you reply as you walk back into your room, Bucky following you close behind. 

“Yeah, come here” you turn your back to him and lift your hair that isn’t stuck out of the way” 

“We might just have to cut it off” you playfully slapped his arm. 

“You wouldn’t dare” he places his hands to your hair and begins to work its way out, the touch of his fingers sends shivers all over you, you try to stifle the moan you make but you can tell you failed. 

“I'm just kidding don’t worry, there you go that should be it out” he says but he doesn’t move his hands. instead he turns you around and looks into your eyes. “You really are beautiful, especially in this dress” he loves to lean into your neck and whispers quietly, “even if I would prefer to see it on the floor” Yet again you couldn’t stop the blush appearing onto your cheeks, did he really say that?

You pull your head back a bit, Bucky starts to think he made you uncomfortable but it was quite the opposite, you pull his face towards you and push your lips together, it was a deep kiss, slow with an intensity you hadn’t felt before. You begin to pull away slowly, scared of overstepping but he pulls you back up against him, his hand cupping your hair, not too tight so you could pull away if you wanted to. His lips were soft, different to what you expected but it felt good. He pulls away slightly, but you can feel his grin against you. 

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that”  he says whilst catching his breath. 

“Really?” he hums in agreement. “What else did you want to do?” you feel his grin grow even more. He pushes you back a bit towards your bed and you follow him. 

“You sure you want to do this?” 

“I’m sure Bucky, please” 

“Just say red if you want to stop, okay?” you nod your answer. “I need words sweetie” 

“Yes buck” 

“Good girl” you can feel your panties getting wetter the more he talks to you, you desperately need him to touch you. 

“Bucky please” he could hear the desperation in your voice and it made him laugh, he loved having this effect on you. 

“What do you want, sweetheart? tell me what you want me to do to you” You got shy all of a sudden and it took a minute to find your words. 

“I want you to touch me” Bucky trails his hand down your body and stops between your legs. 

“Here?” he rubs circles over your clit through your dress making you moan and grab into his shoulder. 

“Fuck.. please Bucky” he takes his hand away, you pout up at him. 

“Take off your dress. and lie down” you do as he says, as he watches you with a grin on his face. It doesn’t take you long before you're laying down and Bucky crawls on top of you. He starts to kiss your neck, slowly making his way down to your breasts. “Can I leave this on?” he asks pointing to your bra, you just nod. Thank god you chose this lingerie set today. “You look so sexy in it, making me so hard baby” You let out a little laugh at him,”You’ve gone all shy on me sweets” 

“I'm sorry” Bucky shakes his head.

“Don’t apologise, it’s cute” He continues kissing you slowly, stopping when gets to the band of your panties. He begins to slowly take them off, “still okay?” 

“Yes, please buck. I need you” you whisper to him. 

He throws your panties onto the floor and opens your legs, biting his lips as he sees your pussy glistening in front of him. “Such a pretty pussy”

He lowers his head down and licks his lips before rubbing his fingers over your pussy, collecting the slick already gathered there. He brings his fingers up to his mouth and slowly licks them. “You taste so sweet baby” you feel your cheeks flush at his compliments, “Sweetest thing I ever tasted” he speaks before lowering his head back down. 

He presses his finger to your clit and pushes down a little, making you whimper. “Bucky please” you try to roll your hips up to get him closer to you. “Please buck i need you”

He doesn’t say anything but in the next second you feel his tongue against you. “Fuck Bucky” it was so much better than you were expecting. 

“Aw sweets, you're so wet. Is this all for me?” you nod again, biting your lip. He had hardly touched you and you already felt better than you ever have with anyone else. 

You tried to close your legs to escape the overwhelming feeling but Bucky pushed them open again and looked up to you. this was something you’d dreamt of seeing, having him looking up to you from between your legs. you couldn’t believe this was really happening.

“Gotta keep them open baby, so I can make you feel good” you nod down at him, as you nod he teases his finger around your pussy making you throw your head back. 

He lowers his head again and brings his tongue to your clit and begins to roll his tongue over it. You start to move around, the feeling is too much, he lifts his arm up to your stomach and presses down slightly to stop you from squirming. He uses his other hand to tease your pussy, “Fuck, your so tight sweetie”, he lifts himself up a little and brings his hand to your mouth and holds out two fingers. “Spit on them” you hesitate at first before dropping your spit onto them. 

When he gets back done to your legs he lightly blows on your clit, making you moan out. He begins to tease your hole and starts putting one finger in, slowly, “Fuck, i can’t wait to get my cock in you baby, your so tight” he pushes his finger in and out slowly a few times before adding in another. You can’t help the moan that leaves your lips. you don’t care how loud you’re being, it feels too good.You could feel the ache in your pussy getting stronger, your orgasm fast approaching, you’d never come this fast before. 

“Bucky, please don’t stop” he doesn’t stop, he speeds his fingers up feeling you tightening around them. “Oh.. Fuck. Bucky please I'm gonna- I’m gonna come. Don’t stop” you throw your hands around you, grabbing onto the covers and squeezing them as hard as you can.

“Come for me baby” a few more thrusts of his fingers and you come, your eyes roll back, your orgasm leaving you whimpering, Bucky drops his head down and licks your come. “How do you feel sweetie?”

“Good” is all you can manage, still trying to catch your breath. 

“You did so good baby” he crawls back up to you and plants a kiss on your lips, you can taste yourself on him. You feel his cock through his jeans touching your stomach and reach down for it. 

“Bucky?” you ask shyly. 

“Yeah baby?” he pushes your hair out of your face and cups your cheek.

“Can I touch you?” you slightly squeeze his bulge as you ask, batting your eyelashes up at him. 

He chuckles a little at how shy you are. “Of course you can sweets” he lays down beside you and guides you to sit up beside him. you start to unzip his jeans pull them down before he lifts his hips up making it easier for you to remove his clothes. When his jeans are off you see his cock jump up, it was a lot bigger than you had ever seen before. nerves started to slowly set in, what if you couldn’t make him feel as good as he made you? 

It was as if Bucky could read your mind, he saw the concern in your eyes and started to reassure you. “Sweetie, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to” 

“I want to” you reply quickly before quieting down and slowly continuing “I just don’t know if it will be as good as you made me feel, I don’t wanna disappoint you” 

“You could never disappoint me baby, I'll help you if you need it okay?” you nod your head, and trail your fingers up his thighs before reaching for him. You grab the base of his cock, your hand doesn’t reach around it fully so you bring your other hand beside it. “Fuck baby, that already feels so good” his praise gave you a bit more confidence. Quickly gathering some spit in your mouth, you drop it down onto the tip of his cock, and use your thumb to rub circles over it. He was feeling so sensitive he couldn’t stop his groans leaving him, “fuck Y/N, keep doing that” you did just that, whilst your other hand slowly rubs up and down his cock. 

“Can I put it in my mouth?” Bucky's a bit taken aback by your sudden confidence but he doesn’t hesitate to answer. 

“Please do” you move closer to him and settle between his legs, you lower your head down and lick his tip gently before bringing your tongue down to the base and working your way back up slowly. “Fuck, baby you keep doing that and your gonna make me come.” His praise was making your cheeks flush and he noticed, so he kept going. “Baby you're doing so good, it feels so. fuck. so good” You begin to put his cock in your mouth, going as far down as you could before bobbing your head up and down. Bucky places his hand on your head and slightly pushes your head down further, “fuck sweetheart, your gonna make me come.” 

You speed up, wrapping your hands around his shaft where your mouth can’t reach, Bucky was moaning and whining loudly beside you, his breathing was speeding up. You could tell he was about to come, you wanted him to come in your mouth, you needed to taste him.

“Baby, I’m gonna come, oh god I’m gonna come” he expected you to pull away from him but you keep going until his come shoots down your throat. “Fuck baby, fuck that was good” you look up to him, come dripping out your mouth and smile. “You look so pretty covered in my come sweetheart” He smirks at you, making you blush yet again. You use your finger to collect the come dripping out your mouth and suck on it, which makes Bucky’s cock twitch. 

You look down and see that he’s still hard, so you crawl up to him and whisper into his ear “could you fuck me?” so quietly he hardly hears you. 

“Sweetie you gotta speak up” you pout at him, but repeat yourself. You could feel your pussy throbbing, you needed him inside you. 

“I want you to fuck me Bucky, please” He turns to you

“Lie down” you immediately do as he says. “I’m gonna fuck you like the good, dirty girl you are” he grabs his cock and stroked himself a couple times to get it ready for you. “Remember to use the safe word if you need me to stop okay?” 

“I remember, but please just fuck me. I need you” he brings his cock to your pussy, pushing just the tip in. “Go slow please, you're bigger than I’ve ever had” Bucky felt a hint of jealousy over the thought of anyone else being inside you but he pushed it aside and focused on you. 

“I’ll be gentle don’t worry sweetheart” He brings his tip out and pushes slowly back in a couple times, letting you adjust to him. When it becomes easier he goes in deeper, nearly halfway in. You moan in the mix of pain and pleasure, he was stretching

you but it felt good. 

“Fuck Bucky, you feel so good, keep going please” He pushes in further, rubbing circles over your clit as he does, making it easier for him to fit inside you. 

“Shit baby, you're so tight. squeezing my cock so good” He hadn’t even fucked you properly yet and you could already feel your orgasm coming close. 

“Bucky fuck me please, just fuck me” he bottoms out inside of you, hitting a spot you didn’t even realise existed within you. “OH my god Bucky, keep going. please. It feels so good” 

“Such a good girl for me, taking my whole cock” your moans make him fuck you harder, chasing the release he so desperately needed “So good sweets, you feel so good” 

“Fuck, Bucky. duck me harder please Bucky” 

“You want more?” he thrusts into you harder as he says each word. “Fuck, you’re gonna milk my cock” you can feel your orgasm coming at you with full force.

“Buck I’m gonna -fuck I’m gonna come, don’t stop please” 

“Aw baby you gonna come all over my cock?”  you nod your head, unable to form words at this point “oh fuck. you're squeezing me so tight I’m gonna come. You want me to come inside you? Want me to fill you up?” 

You nod quickly, trying to bring yourself to speak. “Please, please Bucky come inside me please” 

“Always using your manners, sweets, even when you're so drunk on my cock hmm?” You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him towards you.

“Bucky please” you were desperate for your release at this point. He lifts your hands and puts them either side of you, each of his hands pinning yours down and towering himself over you. 

“Oh fuck. Come with me baby. Come with me” He’s thrusting into you so hard, hitting that spot again and again. Your legs begin to shake as your orgasm crashes through you. “Fuckk.. Oh my god Bucky” 

“So. Fucking. Good.” he replies, just as his cock crashes into your pussy. “You milked me so good, such a good girl baby” 

Bucky goes to pull out of you but you stop him, “stay like this please? Just for a little bit”

He cuddles into you as close as he can without moving out of you, and places a kiss on your forehead.

“Anything for you sweetheart”

[sinking-in-a-gentle-pool-of-wine]

Not When I’m Here // Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Things feel off as you two hike up the shadow of the mountain, but Sebastian may not be so oblivious as he seems.

Word Count: 1950 (oops)

(All characters 18+ & warning: descriptions of pain)

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You loved exploring with Sebastian. Taking on daring adventures with him felt less scary, somehow. You supposed it was simply for the added artillery. And yet, quests with Natty or Poppy just didn't feel quite as... thrilling.

You enjoyed their company, of course, but it felt even better with Sebastian. There was a great air of mischief about him--you had never met someone like him. Your friends in your house were clever, of course, being Ravenclaw, but Sebastian could voice the thoughts in your head before you'd decided to speak them.

This particular expedition, however, felt tenser than usual, for some reason. Usually, Sebastian was unnervingly good at dissipating your fears just as they arose, throwing out some quip that you'd wish you'd come up with first. But tonight, the lines on his face were like stone, and the occasional comment he made felt forced. Like he was speaking to you only out of obligation. Your trek up the switchbacks felt particularly grueling.

"Thestrals overhead," you heard Sebastian say from over your shoulder. "Some consider them a bad omen."

"Hmm," you started, feeling mutinous. "Not everyone does."

You sensed rather than heard Sebastian sigh. You could also feel his glare at the back of your head, but you refused to give in and turn to look back at him.

"I know that," he said slowly, angrily.

You were just about ready to burst, and you gave a heaving sigh of your own in response, baiting him.

"All right."

"I'm making small talk," he shot back. "I'm not going to trek up this mountain in silence."

Since when do we need small talk?!, you wanted to yell at him, but you bit your tongue, continuing the trudge. The silence grated at your nerves, made every snapping twig the fell of a goblin's boot, every rustle of leaves a curse cast in your direction. The typical sense of surety you had grown to expect from Sebastian was gone, and it left you on edge.

Finally, you felt the ground begin to level out. A plateau, perhaps, or maybe, Merlin-willing, the summit.

"Kill any who trespass," you heard the sneer of a goblin up ahead, and you halted in your tracks, ready to cast a disillusionment spell on yourself. You turned to Sebastian, expecting to see him doing the same, when he sprinted past you.

"Let's go!" he shouted, not looking back at you as he careened ahead.

"Wait! We should have some sort of plan," you hissed back.

"I'm through planning," he ground out, before disappearing around an outcropping of rock.

You swore, hiking your robes up to run after him. Merlin knows what--or how many--was waiting for you on the other side.

You rounded the corner, and a blast of red whizzed by, narrowly missing you. A shriek escaped your lips as you took in the frenzy of light around you. There were so many, and you couldn't see Sebastian anywhere amongst them.

"Sebastian!" you shouted, and a few of the goblins that weren't already stumbling in your direction turned to you with sinister grins on their faces.

"If it ain't the little wizard who's been mucking with our work," one of them grunted.

He then turned the bright shade of red of a charged spell, and you only had a moment to throw up a protego before he was already on you, his enlarged form blocking your vision, the grisly details of his face shimmering purple through your shield. As he was pushed back by your block, you released and shot back with confringo.

As he burned, you froze another of his compatiots with a glacius, proceeding to slice him in half with diffindo, watching the shards catching the light of spells and shining different colors. You then felt a slice of pain on your arm and turned to see the first goblin, flames still licking up his armor, with a knife now dripping with your blood.

You felt your face twist into a grimace before you blasted him with a basic cast, then another, and another. Then with some distance between you, you shot a bombarda at him, catching a few others in the blast.

"Ha ha!" you heard from behind you. "Take that, goblin scum!"

You turned to see Sebastian engaged with another goblin or four, a wild grin on his face. He didn't appear to be injured, and he was handling himself fine in the current duel, so you turned back to face your own foes. The adrenaline running only partially kept your brain busy from the nagging feeling that you two still weren't in sync. You took out enemies as a combined force, not as two separate entities fighting their own battles.

Nevertheless, this battle had to be won. So, you shoved your anxieties down and readjusted your grip on your wand.

A troll had found its way into the campsite, and it now loomed in your vision. You threw ancient magic at it, pummeling its strong exterior. Bombarda and diffindo and confringo couldn't cut through its thick skin, no matter how much of yourself you threw into your movements and spoken incantations. You felt beads of sweat forming on your face and had to resist the urge to smear them off. You couldn't afford the break in rhythm. As you dodged one of the troll's attacks, you rolled right into the path of a goblin.

"What do we have here?" he sneered, grabbing your injured arm and hoisting you up in an iron grip. You couldn't stop yourself form wincing as your wand fell out of your hand.

"No!" you shouted, fighting violently against his hold. But no matter how erratically you thrashed, he held your arm firmly as he dragged you away from the heat of the battle and towards an opening in one of their tents.

Why doesn't he just kill me here? you thought to yourself. What does he--or Ranrok--have planned for me?

The worst images you could conjure popped up unbidden in your mind, and your efforts increased tenfold.

"Quit your flailing!" the goblin shouted at you, striking your leg with his blunt weapon. You felt bones crack and cried out despite yourself. Bile rose in your throat as spots blotted your vision.

As you watched Sebastian fending off the last of the goblins and turn to face the troll, you accepted that he wouldn't notice your disappearance. Or he'd be glad to be rid of you.

Good. You would fight your way out of Ranrok's clutches alone. You didn't need his help. He was the one who got you into this mess in the first place--refused to craft a plan with you.

"Ranrok has plans for you, miss goody-two-shoes," the goblin gloated. "But he never said he wanted you delivered to him undamaged."

You heard him unsheathe a blade and caught the glimmer of light off its wickedly sharp edge. The bile threatened to come out.

As Sebastian rolled away from the troll's club as it struck the ground, you caught him looking around frantically. When he turned his head far enough to spot you in the goblin's grip, his face altered. That nonchalant smug smirk he had worn during the duel had dropped altogether, and his skin paled. Then turned to stone, stuck in a fierce glare.

He whipped his wand to strike the troll with one last bombarda, not bothering to watch the troll fall to the ground, shaking the earth beneath them. He sprinted in your direction, and the goblin, spotting him, laughed.

"You silly boy," the goblin mocked, raising his weapon and dropping you to the ground.

Before you could even try to scramble up with your shattered leg, Sebastian raised his wand at the goblin.

"CRUCIO!" he shouted, the word ripping out of his mouth. The spell shot from his wand with a crackle like lightning, striking the goblin square in the chest. He fell to the ground beside you, crying in agony, begging for it to stop. And you watched, unmoving, before you felt gentle hands on your shoulder and elbow, inviting you up off the gound.

"Come on," Sebastian urged. "We have to get out of this clearing."

The second you were on your feet, though, your leg collapsed under your weight, and you fell into Sebastian.

"My... leg," you groaned as he caught you.

"What did he do to you?" Sebastian demanded.

"He just..." you gulped, "I'm fine. Shouldn't you..?"

You gestured with your free arm back to the goblin, still writhing on the ground. Sebastian turned slightly, still holding you up, and pointed his wand in the goblin's direction.

"Diffindo!" he cast, and you heard a clean slice--the moaning stopped.

Sebastian pocketed his wand. He then scooped you up and began striding further away. You wanted to protest that you didn't need to be carried, but you knew it would only be harder for him to help you walk. This way was easier, but you still felt like a burden.

He said nothing as the two of you quickly gained distance from the scene of the battle. His jaw was tense, and he didn't look at you. You tried to avoid watching him, glancing up at the night sky to try and recognize a constellation or two. He shifted his arms, and you felt yourself wince involuntarily. It was then that he finally shot you a look of concern--or of pain? You furrowed your brow. Something was bothering you.

"Why did you cast the Cruciatus Curse on him?" you asked.

He turned to look straight ahead again.

"I just--I looked over and saw his hands on you, and..." he trailed off and cleared his throat.

"He was going to hurt you," he finished, matter-of-factly.

He found a patch of grass on which to set you, and he began scrutinizing the still-bleeding wound on your arm.

"I get hurt all the time," you argued. "Every enemy I run into wants to hurt me in some way. Most of them do.”

"Not when I'm here."

He conjured up a strip of gauze and gently rolled back your sleeve. You couldn't stand it. You pulled back your arm a bit more roughly than you'd intended, and heard Sebastian make a discontented sound. You looked up to see his face flush, and you stared him down.

"Don't act like you really care. You couldn't hardly look at me before you charged into that goblin horde, and now you're wanting to bandage up my wounds?"

His mouth hardened into a line, and his jaw started working as he cast his eyes back to his hands. The gauze was partially connected to your arm, but the roll was still in his hands. He gripped the roll tighter, but said nothing.

"Perhaps I should do this on my own," you said.

His eyes flew back to yours, panicked.

"What? That's not what I--no. You can't--you--I...”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You didn't even know if you really meant that. It was bad enough with the trials; you couldn't bear the thought of continuing without Sebastian entirely.

"You need me," he said, almost like he regretted it.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at his boldness and making movement to get back on your feet--away from him. He caught your hand in both of his, the gauze dangling off your arm between you two.

"And I need you."

Something in his tone made you look back up to see him looking straight at you. His eyes were earnest, searching yours, and his mouth had softened from that hard line and now turned slightly downwards at the edges.

"I... I'm sorry," he continued. "I don't know what's gotten into me, but... when I thought you were... I--we're supposed to be a team. I want to be your team--I mean. I am on your team. Or you're mine. Or..."

You smiled despite yourself.

"Seb," you interrupted. "I get it. And it's all right."

You poked his leg with your good leg's foot.

"Now let's get me off the bench, coach," you said, nodding to your other leg.

He smiled a smile brighter than moonstone and continued wrapping your gauze.

[sukibenders]

Aegon, Aemond, Helaena, and Daeron looking at Alicent after she washes her hands of a war, that she (and Otto) dragged them into, and the throne, that she (and Otto) forced them to grasp/fight over even though they obviously didn't want it, and goes off to live her best life while they are all still stuck in a cycle forced on to them without their input (obviously this is about the s2 final):

[gunnrblze]

What are friends for?

Here to bring you my poorly written, monthly ovulation freak/fluff writing. Enjoy whatever tf this is about Kick, Mr. Amber Eyes himself. Got away from myself and wrote MUCH more than intended lol (6400+ help me. lost the plot fr). MDNI, 18+

CW: period sex. it’s a little gross🥰. fluff and cuteness and the like

. . ・ 。 . ・ ゜ ✭ ・ ☽ ・ ✫ ・ ゜ ・ 。 . .

Stripping off your uniform, you felt icky from the days sweat and grime tacking your skin, the added sensation of a constant stream of blood trickling from between your legs never helped matters.

The shower steam eased your overused muscles as you scrubbed your body clean, deciding to go the extra mile and exfoliate because you’d be damned if you got into bed and still felt gross and sticky after the day you’ve had. Your scalp tingled sorely from having your hair tied back, and massaging it didn’t help much either.

To top it all off, your poor pussy fluttered everytime your fingers even broached the subject. Washing your inner thighs felt oddly agonizing, and washing your tender lips was a different matter. This was definitely not something they taught in torture resistance training, your melodramatic, hormonal thoughts couldn’t help but supply.

You ached. You typically didn’t even feel in the mood to touch or be touched on your period, but you swore you could feel the way your clit twitched as the shower water poured over your body. Why’d it feel so wrong, though? You watched your blood swirl with the shower water on the tile below, it’s all natural.

But you couldn’t quite bring yourself to do anything about it. You dried off, lotioned your damp skin, and pulled on your favorite military issue t-shirt. The ache in your lower belly was only partially relived by the painkillers you downed for the third time again today. The ache further south wasn’t perturbed by them, though. You couldn’t tell where the cramp ended and the needy ache of arousal started.

Despite feeling the need to retire early into the evening, your springy little bed looking more and more inviting the longer you stood upright, you forgot the godforsaken paper work that needed to be filled out and returned to your superior asap.

You sat your, literally sore, ass down on your desk chair, filling the papers out. You trudged through the hallways and toward Merricks office. You tried to be neutral and professional when he uncharacteristically yapped about the latest mission while you stood across from his desk.

You did a lot of things. You ignored the pain, the soreness, the need. Your hormones raged so much that you even had a sideways thought about your boss himself for a moment. Bald isn’t a bad look…

You almost visibly shook your head to remove the blooming thoughts from your skull, bouncing around like an untethered paddle ball. Get it together, that’s a little insane, even for you…your brain reasoned with itself for once.

What you almost couldn’t stand, was when Kick entered into Merricks office at the same time, prolonging the already dull conversation that had you cursing your choice of career.

Except he made it a bit more bearable. It’d be over soon, but you honest to god, did have more important things to attend to. The flaming heat licking up the walls of your core, for starters. Maybe you should’ve rubbed one out in the shower while you had a chance to be clean.

Kick wasn’t wearing his mask, so that square set jaw and dusting of stubble along his paled skin almost set you alight. You can’t fuck your coworkers. You can’t fuck the people you have to trust on such a deep level like this, bad girl. You reasoned and reasoned with yourself as you stood next to him, so much so that it took two booms of Merricks already commanding voice to snap you from your thoughts.

Apologizing like the good soldier you were, straightening your sore back out and professionally ignoring the way it almost ripped a whine from your throat, you focused on the topic at hand.

Which was…gun training drills? Yeah, you definitely weren’t listening.

You walked out of Merricks office with Kick in tow behind you, willfully ignoring the raised eyebrow the former man sent your way for a moment. It didn’t take much to intrigue him, but your lack of focus and attention was unlike you, your posture sloppier than it should be.

And that only intrigued Kick too.

“Feeling alright?” He offered as you pathetically padded down the weirdly lit hallway. You didn’t really trust all of your instincts right now, so if he was smelling you like you imagined he was, then so be it.

“Yeah” you forced one of those oddly specific fake smiles. The one where your lips stretched thin enough to let the other person know you were probably anything but fine.

He was too adept to fall for it, walking a pace behind you to your left. He knew you too well, knew that look too well.

“Not feeling well?” He didn’t take your word for it, the sound of boots squeaking down the hall the only noise other than the ambient sounds around base. You knew he’d pry a little, he couldn’t help it when it came to a friend. But hopefully he wouldn’t press too much.

“Guess not. Just tired. Long day” you offered up, a decent excuse and not entirely a lie. You were tired. It was a long day. You just had an insatiable, voracious little thing crawling around the walls of your skull, something that slithered its way down to your pussy and threatened to squeeze the life out of it, lest you snuff it out. A need that you knew would only be satisfied by letting yourself slip past the mental barrier of touching yourself while actively bleeding.

You were a soldier, for Christ’s sake. It was just blood. Seen plenty of it, been covered in plenty of it. Used to it. But something about it leaking from you, from an area already so sensitive…it felt wrong. Dirty. A little tainted, despite being so natural. And you hated that feeling. Like your own body was gross.

“Yeah” he nodded a bit more neutrally than you expected. He usually pried, like you’d already figured he’d do. Maybe he wouldn’t-

“Back hurts, huh?” He added before you could finish a thought. You knew not to doubt Kick, so expecting him to finish a thought with a simple yeah was on you.

“How’d you know?” You asked, intrigued laced in your voice, almost a bit of humor. How would he know? Were you that obvious or was he that attuned to his fellow operators?

“Practically slumped over back there in Merricks office…pull a muscle or something?” He asks, just a small smile gracing the corners of his mouth. A sight you ignored staring at for too long as he fell in step beside you, either of you pushing open the double doors to the command building. Synchronous in your steps and movements. You probably did pull a muscle during training, although your entire lower half was already in shambles anyhow.

The night air was a little stuffy, and it only proved to make you feel sticky all over again. You didn’t think to question where he was headed, he just sort of followed you in the direction of your quarters.

“Probably” you huffed a laugh, palming over your lower stomach instinctively when a particularly sharper cramp threatened to show itself. Not unseen by your fellow soldier, no…too observant for that. His eyes flicked down and then back up to yours, ahead once more as he walked alongside you.

“That’s not all, is it?” He gave an almost sympathetic look, that small, friendly sort of smile cresting his lips again as he tossed a look over to you. You met it with an eye roll that lacked any real attitude, unconsciously matching that hint of smile.

His eyes practically glowed in the dim lights around base. The scent of his natural musk mixed with whatever deodorant he had on made you feel stupid in the head. Needy for even the lightest of touch, just a fleeting hand on the small of your back would probably do it. You could go in your room again and just get over yourself, shove a hand down your pants, pretend the slick on your pussy is regular arousal and not the faint metallic scented blood that your body insisted on producing every month.

It’d be easy, actually. You were so needy you felt like a whine would escape you any moment. Aching for touch, comfort, a massive portion of something greasy and deep fried, even. But you’d settle for two fingers rubbing over your swollen clit if it meant your brain would turn itself off for a moment.

And if he didn’t seem to pick up on it with little to no visual cues…what was he, a bloodhound? You hated the double entendre your brain came up with, almost laughing where you should’ve responded already.

“It’s fine…just gonna go rest for the night” you said, the casual tone in your voice wavering a bit as you watched his amber eyes rake over your body from the corner of your eye.

Walking next to him suddenly felt electric. A live wire strung between your bodies, threatening to zap you if you approached it. The tension wasn’t anxiety inducing, it was hot. It licked up the front of your body, heating your cheeks and melting your brain a little. It inserted itself seemingly out of nowhere, and you couldn’t place what to do with it.

“Yeah?” His voice edged a little deeper. Already a bit low in its own right, the honeyed kind of voice that shot straight to your already swollen pussy. Tacking that onto his scent that was noticeable enough to fill your nostrils, and the warmth from his body that only added to the stuffy weather outside, well…it was almost too damn much.

“I wager you’ve already taken a wild amount of painkillers today…?” He asked rhetorically, trying and failing to hide the little smirk that rounded the corner of his mouth. You chanced a glance up at him, and regretted it as soon as you decided. He looked too handsome, and you looked too desperate for human contact.

“Maybe” you huffed out quieter, almost petulantly. Curling up under your blanket and holding onto a spare pillow for comfort wouldn’t be enough tonight, you’d also be flooded with that dull ache while doing so, lucky for you. The needy, almost clingy part of you threatened to escape, if not for the furrow of your eyebrows already doing most of the trick.

He visibly pondered something for a moment. Eyes flicking over to you once more as you two rounded the corner near your quarters. You didn’t know where he’d be going had he not met with you in Merricks office, but it obviously wasn’t too important as he followed you further.

“Need anything?” He asked, a probing sort of question. Too broad of a question for you to answer truthfully. Just bold enough for his style, obvious intentions clear, but not pushing you into any specific direction.

Yes. You needed a lot. You needed him to wrap you up in a hug so tight it made the thoughts leak from your ears. You needed him to hold you, to put something in your aching hole and make you forget your damned name. Your longing was at risk of being exposed the longer his deep, airy voice lingered between the two of you.

You shrugged like you always did, opening the door of your building with a weaker hand than normal. You were an expert at evading the obvious, subconsciously assuming a shrug and lack of any real answer would quell the feelings you had. Would turn them to dust and let this problem fade away.

But your dearest Kick was simply too generous for that.

“Not an answer, sweetheart” he supplied as he shamelessly followed you into the building and down the hall towards your quarters. It was so casual you almost didn’t think twice. Friendly, until he started to walk closer, started to put that hand right on your lower back, making you nearly pout on the spot.

“Kick” you audibly whined this time. Letting it fall right out of you as he practically ushered you down your hall. It made the smirk on his face blossom into a grin, which made you feel even worse. Trapped in a state of ache and longing, your uterus wreaking havoc on every cell in your body.

“C’mon honey…talk to me” he said, voice smooth and deeper and hotter. You couldn’t focus, not with the way his presence kept the fire inside you lit, the way it stretched that flame up and up and up until you felt like smoke would leak from your pores.

“Not feeling well” you pouted this time as you stopped at your door, hand on the doorknob, unsure of what to do next, but also not quite thinking about it too much. Your brain turned to mush from hormones, so many sensations wracking your body and mind it felt overwhelming. His presence only served to overstimulate, albeit it in a generally positive way.

“I know ya aren’t” he said, crossing his thick, muscled arms over his chest, looking down at you with a tilted head and a soft look on his face that made the monster of longing threaten to eat you up from the inside out. You willed tears not to well in your eyes, but they got a bit glassier in the hallway lighting and made it impossible not to notice.

“Asked you what you needed, honey…you can talk to me” he insisted softly, a big hand coming up to meet your cheek, long slender fingers curving around the underside of your jaw. The warm touch made your eyebrows furrow more, looking up at him with a need you didn’t possibly think could be conveyed with words.

He stepped closer and wrapped you into a hug, discreetly checking the hallway for any onlookers that conveniently weren’t there. His body was warm, his scent assaulting your senses even more now. You let out a sighing breath, partially of relief, the rest of something more whiny and pathetic.

“Need this” you murmured weakly into his broad chest, cheek resting between his pecs that were so well sculpted it made you want to rip your hair out. Unfair to be this hot.

“Yeah? What else do you need?” He asked lowly, a hand smoothing up and down your back as he held you tightly to his body, like a weighted blanket soothing your weakened nerves.

“I dunno…” you lied a little, unsure of what exactly you could or should ask from him. You worked with Kick, he was a fellow operator, a friend, and someone you knew you could trust with something like this, if anything. But you couldn’t exactly say the words ‘fuck me and pretend I’m not on my period pleasepleaseplease-‘ even if you wanted to.

The distant memory of getting yourself off in this state crossed your mind again, but with him almost literally knocking at your door as he hugged you outside of it, you wanted to grab onto the opportunity as presented. But you couldn’t. When was the last time you had a boyfriend or a fuck buddy that was willing to have period sex? Never. No reason to think he’d magically be different, you wagered.

“What would make you feel better right now, hm?” He’d test the waters a bit, unable to decipher if the little sniffles coming from your face smushed into his chest warranted an evening of hugs and cuddles, or for what that more diabolical part of his brain secretly wished for.

“Get you something to eat, maybe we could curl up and watch a movie? That what you need, baby?” And God above, if the way baby slid out of his lips alone didn’t have you pressing yourself against him further…

He took everything you gave him, resting his chin atop your head, smoothing your hair down, holding you closer as your boots shuffled on the squeaky tile of the hallway. You didn’t care that you were in the hallway, he didn’t seem to care either. You were alone with him as alone could get in this moment, for all you cared.

“Or do you need something else too, hm?” The question hung in the air as you tried not to lean into his strong body fully. You had to maintain some semblance of control, but the way his warmth enveloped you, the way it liquidated your brain matter and shot straight down to your pussy made it hard to think straight.

“Can’t do that…” you murmured more meekly than you would’ve preferred, voice tinged with dissatisfaction and disappointment that made your achy bones threaten to turn to sludge. “Wrong time of month” you decided to go ahead and admit what he already figured out.

Nothing wrong with admitting that. You may not be able to get around to touching yourself while on your period, but you don’t care to admit it to a friend. Too much of an adult now to feel ashamed.

You just weren’t quite expecting his follow up to be anything short of understanding and maybe some loose disappointment.

“Yeah, sweetheart…I know.” He nodded gently “Don’t care, either.” You were certain he may have just been saying that to say it, to comfort you perhaps. But he didn’t follow up. He let it hang in the air as he held you tightly against him, flickering hallway lights the last thing on your mind as you two exchanged hushed murmurs.

You felt like a rock stuck in the very hard place you didn’t want to be. You desperately craved something more from him. Something beyond the hug that was, fortunately, doing a lot to soothe you. Craved the cock you swore you could feel half hardened against your torso.

“A little…gross, don’t ya think?” You muttered into his chest, arms almost subconsciously wrapping around him tighter, anchoring your body against his.

His body rumbled with a little chuckle, hand still rubbing up and down your back, your entire body full of warmth and some ooey-gooey mix of comfort and arousal. Sticky sweet and threatening to consume you whole.

“Gross? Nothing gross about that…” he spoke more deeply, voice making a near shiver go down your spine, lips parting gently as you bit on the bottom one, a self soothing tactic, you convinced yourself.

“Only if you want, honey…only if you need…” he reminded. You couldn’t help the way you pressed chest further into his, sore breasts making you wince a little as he held you so tight against him.

“Heard it can help with cramps…you ever tried it?” He murmured as he lowered his head a bit, closer to your ear. Pressing a kiss to your temple, you almost whimpered this time. The idea of you touching yourself on your period was one thing you could hardly see past, but to have your sexy as hell coworker and friend offering to fuck you in this state? You weren’t sure if your brain was working correctly.

“No” you murmured, head lifting from his chest to not so confidently look up at him again. “Kick…” you almost pouted again, your tone not quite a question, not quite a statement. Something in between. Something that silently beckoned reassurance.

“I know, I know…” he nodded, bringing that same hand to your cheek again as he looked down at you, something new smoldering in his amber eyes. Something that looked almost as needy as whatever plagued your own.

His lips lowered themselves to yours before you could think, your mushy, hormonal brain lagging way too much. You let out a sigh, his lips warm and just a little chapped. Both hands sliding firmly but softly down your shoulders and back, holding you gently by the hips.

You peeled one of your arms off from around his waist, which had him stilling for just a moment until he heard the click of your door opening behind you. He guided you inside, mouth on yours as he took his turn grabbing for the doorknob, shutting you two up inside your room.

His hands were strong, securing you between the back of your door and his study, broad body. You were already too turned on for your own good, horny and needy and greedy for something. You couldn’t even think about the nerves prickling your skin at the thought of him fucking your bleeding hole, much as the thought also served to turn something on deep inside your brain. Something that felt gross to even enjoy.

Some kind of moan, a breathy little thing escaped you when he trailed his lips down the curved of your neck, towards the junction that turned into your shoulder. You felt his lips curl up into a smile over your skin, hands slowly sliding down to your hips, a thumb smoothing over your belt that had you ready to agree before anything was even asked of you.

“Please…please, Kick…” you found yourself already begging pathetically. Any reservations you had slowly started to dwindle as he gently untucked your shirt from the tactical pants you had to throw right back on after your earlier shower. Breaking away only to pull your shirt off your body, your arms lifting before you could consider it, you watched that flame flicker in his bright eyes again.

“Jesus, I knew you were just as beautiful underneath…” he’d rasp out, hands smoothing up your sides again, gently cupping over your bra. Your poor tits were so sore and tender underneath, but his touch soothed over it like a balm. You bit your lip on instinct as he led you over to your bed, lips practically glued to yours once more.

The next few minutes became clouded in your brain. His shirt came off, your hands immediately reaching for the toned muscle of his abdomen, climbing up over his pecs and to his broad shoulders. All thick and lean muscle wrapped taut under his skin, an unmistakably bullet wound scar that graced his paleness right next to the edge of his collarbone.

Your belt was undone somewhere in there, being tossed into the pile of clothes forming on your floor. Your body was littered with a heat that left you unable to do anything but make those soft little noises, the whines and little moans that escaped you as his lips trailed softly all over your skin.

He was gentle. Easy and soft and gentle with you. Holding your body with a care that could’ve made you emotional, had you not been blinded by arousal and the desire that claimed every inch of your body. Like you were a statue that could crack under the slightest pressure, a box of fine china with a sticker that read ‘handle with care’ strapped over top of it. With a reverence that could’ve had you wondering just how much of a friendly favor this really was.

But you couldn’t wonder when he peeled your bra off you, his hands cupping your sore tits again as he audibly sucked in a breath.

Your little squeak noise had him glancing back up at you, a smile on his face. It was all so natural with him it almost confused you. As if this were a routine you’d danced with him before.

“Sore?” He murmured, hardly giving you room to answer as his head descended toward a swole nipple. Licking the flat of his tongue over top it, your lips parted in a shaky moan, your body so reactive and sensitive it even surprised you a bit.

“Y-yeah” you nodded, voice weak and breathy. The darkness of your room only saved by some moonlight peaking through the slats of your window blinds, illuminating just enough for you to watch him cup the bottom of your tits and lick over your other taut nipple.

Your breath was shaky, moans soft and whiny and full of unspoken desire. A whimpery uttering of his name hardly changed his pace though, as he responded by wrapping his lips around the nipple he was working on, sucking just enough to have you squirming a little in your spot on the bed, mixing pleasantly with the tender ache in your tits.

“How ya wanna do this, sweetheart, hm?” He’d ask as he switched to suckle on your other sore nipple, making your back arch and voice shake.

“Wanna get a towel? Lay you out all pretty and let me make you feel better?” His voice huskier than it had been, passively hungry with desire. His own need flamed through his body, cock rock hard in his tac pants, hands gently rubbing over every inch of your exposed skin.

“Maybe a shower? You get whatever you want, pretty girl…just tell Kick what you want” he rasped lowly, the third person use of his name somehow hotter than you imagined it ever could be. You just couldn’t think very well what you wanted, unfortunately. His mouth, his cock, his hands all over you, certainly. But how, with your blood threatening to stain everywhere had you thinking once again about the logistics.

“Already showered…” you managed to squeak out as he sucked a little more firmly on your nipple, making your hands grasp at his shoulders, desperate for more. More of everything.

“Yeah? How about I get a towel while you lay out and get comfy…i’ll give you whatever you need, angel…promise” he whispered heavily as he kissed his way up your chest and collarbone, up your neck and to your ear. He could sense all your hesitation about this, and was determined to melt it away, under the very pads of his fingertips if he had to.

You could only relent, whining just a little as he pulled away from your body as stood up off the bed. A shirtless Kick was a sight you’d seen plenty times before during training, but this was different. He smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead so tenderly it almost made your teeth ache from the sweetness.

You, rather unconfidently, peeled your pants off while he was in your bathroom. You had on regular issue underwear, and a pad. You didn’t get to actually think this far, your brain only attempted to.

You freaked just a little, what do you do with your panties? If he sees your pad, surely he’ll be turned off, no? That’s definitely too intimate of a thing for him to just see, right? Your cheeks started to burn with embarrassment, attempting to tar over all the nice, warm, gooey feelings you had.

But he returned with a clean towel before you could figure it out. Walking so confidently back over to your bed, breath hitching just a little as he watched you sitting in just your panties, his bottom lip finding its way between his teeth.

You looked up at him, breathing a little too heavily, tears nearly welling in your eyes once more from the overwhelm of it all. You knew you had no reason to be embarrassed of a period. He knew you were on it, offered to fuck you, wanted to fuck you. He wasn’t the one that cared…

“Hey, what is it, sweetheart?” He asked a little more confusedly this time, but the softness prevailed. A big hand reaching out to cup your cheek as he stepped closer to you, setting the towel on the bed and taking his own seat next to you again.

“I dunno…” you murmured, voice too meek for your liking, but you were too far gone to help yourself anymore. Tears dripped from your eyes, an odd mix of embarrassment and hormones sweeping you up and wrapping you in an unwelcome embrace.

“We don’t have to do this, love…we can get dressed and cuddle or something instead…it’s all up to you” he reassured, scooting closer and wrapping you into a hug. More caring and understanding than you told yourself you deserved.

You muttered something about being embarrassed before you could even think it through, and his hand stroking your hair paused only for a moment, before his voice, so airy in its depths, murmured in your ear.

“I’m not ashamed of your body or what it does, I only wanna make you feel good, sweetheart. Only wanna help you, if I can” his words were more tender and thoughtful than you figured they’d be. Maybe you should stop underestimating him, you briefly thought.

Your voice was absent for a moment, only a sniffle of the tears that served to make you feel more pathetic as time went on sounded in your room. You mumbled into his chest, voice quiet and unmistakably full of need and that aching longing for him. For all of him.

“M’wearing a pad…dunno what to do with it…or my panties” it sounded stupid coming out of your mouth, but you didn’t know how to handle any of this. Far too horny and emotional to think.

You couldn’t see his smile, as you had your face nuzzled into his bare chest, inhaling and getting lost in his scent, but you could hear it in his voice. He suggested you take them off, fold them up and set it on the nightstand for now, that you two could dispose of it all later.

And it sounded…idiotically straightforward. You almost got even more embarrassed, undecided if you were making a big deal of it all. You just weren’t aware that nothing you could say or do would perturb him.

You couldn’t help but relent to your insecurities and fears. You slowly lifted your head from his chest, watching the smile form on his lips again and feeling your heart melting at the sight, before you stood up slowly from your bed.

He watched, and took the towel from behind him, laying it on the bed to catch any leaks. It was all so strangely intimate, and he seemed almost well versed in how to handle something like this. Confidence not faltering once. You slowly slid your panties off, catching a sight of the blood stained pad before you folded them up, setting them on the nightstand like he said.

You wondered about cleanliness, your brain telling you the very blood from your body was still something to take with disgust, but you quickly realized there was nothing wrong with any of this, really. Nothing was getting tainted or ruined by a mildly soiled pad sitting folded on your nightstand for probably no more than an hour or two.

But then you worried about the smell. You tried not to get ashamed all over again. Instead, sitting on the towel that he laid on the bed. Your poor pussy aching and swollen already, hormones raging and cueing your body up, far before you got turned on earlier.

He only looked at you with that same reverence, taking in the sight of your now fully nude form, only slightly visibly in the dim moonlight coming from the window next to your bed. He smiled, something warm and fond, his eyes alight with a hunger, though.

He scooted closer still, bringing a hand to the back of your head to kiss you once more. It made you breathless all over again, and whiny. You babbled something about needing him, a please and a whimper laced in somewhere.

And thankfully he took mercy.

All while keeping his lips to yours, he reached for his belt. You listened loosely to the sounds of it clinking and unbuckling, before he slid it from his waist. Followed by the button and zipper of his tac pants being undone. Lifting his hips just enough to slide them off along with his boxers, his cock sprang free. Rock hard and beading precum at the tip, the sight you caught of it had your clit nearly twitching.

He lowered you gently to the bed, hovering atop you as he kissed along your jaw and neck. Your legs spread on instinct as he crawled between them. You were becoming less and less preoccupied with the fact that you were actively bleeding between them.

His arm on one side of your head as his free hand gently kneading your tit. The soreness only added to the sensation. His touch gentle enough to make it more pleasant than you thought it could be.

“That’s it, sweetheart, just let me take care of you…just relax…nothing to be embarrassed of” he murmured next to your ear, that free hand leaving your tit to take a hold of his throbbing cock, sliding it between the lips of your pussy, mutual noises escaping both your throats.

He eased the thick tip into your pussy, gently sliding it in, inch by inch. Agonizingly slow, the moans leaving you were full on whines at this point. Your blood was lube enough, but you were so swollen and tender that the pleasure was heightened ten fold.

You gasped as he buried himself inside you fully, a groan ripped from his throat as he held himself up over your body, years of training not making him even sweat.

What made him sweat was how tight you were. So tender and velvety, swallowing his cock with ease as you looked up at him with those pleading eyes.

He got the memo, and started to thrust slowly. His hard length dragging deliciously along your plump walls, your body alight with so much heat and warmth and tenderness that you got lost in the feeling immediately. Your arms wrapping around his neck, lips permanently parted as you let out those breathy moans that had him willing himself to keep at this slow pace he was starting with.

“There she is…that’s it, love…doing so well right now. That feel good for you?” He asked huskily, his words nearly flying right over your head as he thrusted languidly into your sticky hole. The relief of being fucked nearly brought tears to your eyes all over again, your poor hormones all over the place.

You nodded, breathing out a shaky yes as he slowly picked up the pace, groaning at how easy his cock slid in and out. He couldn’t help but look down, the view of it all obscured in the darkness of your room. But something about this had him pathetically holding himself back.

He wasn’t sure if he could admit it, but there was something about fucking you while you were in this state that ticked off some box in his brain. Something almost icky, primal, perhaps. Feral. What mattered the most to him though was that he gave you that fix you so desperately needed.

He picked up the pace, setting one that had your moans getting louder, your hands slipping over your mouth as he kissed your neck. The husky, breathy sounds of his low grunts in your ear made you feel a similar feral feeling. A need you didn’t realize would overtake you so heavily.

He reached a hand down between your bodies to rub at your engorged clit, taking the awkward angle with stride. Well honed, your brain distantly thought. He fucked you like he knew what he was doing.

You couldn’t voice the worry about him getting your blood on his fingers, your eyes too busy rolling back for a moment at the white hot pleasure that seared through your lower half. It was intense, almost too much, but simultaneously not enough. You mewled and moaned and whimpered into your hand, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows and glassy eyes.

A smirk curled onto his lips, his breathy grunts pouring out from his lips like a prayer. The sounds were loud, sloppy as he fucked your bloodied hole like it was something he’d been waiting for. Like he was filling a little need inside himself.

“So-so pretty like this…so gorgeous, sweetheart, taking it so damn good, yeah?” He grunted, his head dropping to the crook of your neck. You could only moan and babble into your hand, feeling an orgasm well up far sooner than it usually did. Your legs wrapped up around his waist, body nearly clinging onto him as he kept at it.

The new angle your hips canted up into had him thrusting his tip right where you needed it most. You whined, back arching after a few more thrusts and swipes over your swollen clit, you came on his cock.

It was blinding. Your whole body warm, heat searing in your lower half, shooting all the way down your thighs. So swollen and tender already, your pussy got even hotter, it made you dizzy and sweaty and satisfied.

The noises you made, the way your eyes clamped shut, your pussy clenching tighter around his length, it made him lose his mind before he could help it. Releasing shortly after you did, flooding your walls with his hot, viscous cum as he unraveled above you, moans leaving his throat that had you so beyond turned on, there wasn’t a word in the English language that could encompass how you felt.

He collapsed a bit on-top you, careful not to squish your boneless body as it lay on your bed. You two could only catch your breath as his cock softened a bit inside you. You could feel his cum mix with your own fluid and blood. And you could be bothered to care. The towel beneath you saving the day as your mind went blank from the overwhelming sensations.

He smoothed the hair out of your face, kissing you softly and cooing at how good of a job you did. How pretty you were and how beautiful your body was. You felt like you’d won some kind of fucking lottery with him.

Your coworker, friend at most, whom you quite literally trusted with your life, was cleaning your blood up, unperturbed by the way it smeared across his cock and fingertips. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he liked it.

You were cleaned up and dressed again before you could really comprehend any of it, letting him do every bit of the work. His thick arms held you tight to his chest after he laid the two of you back down, stroking your hair and breathing deeply with you. Whispering those words of praise that had you wondering.

“What are friends for, love?”

[hotpinkboots]

erik destler with a reader that likes to write really romantic poems for him? she's not good with words but when she writes it's super heart felt so she gives those to him rather than saying it, because she doesn't know how to speak her love for him out loud

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~𝕰𝖗𝖎𝖐 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗 w/a Darling That Writes Him Poems~

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OH MY GOSH 😭 I'VE BEEN WAITING AND WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO REQUEST WITH OUR BEAUTIFUL OPERA GHOST THANK YOU

~Enjoy~

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𝕰𝖗𝖎𝖐 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗

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~Oh. It is a shame- despite your sweet letters, he wishes to hear those words from your delectable lips.

~But he cherishes every single letter, and pins them all to a special wall in his lair. Reads them all constantly and just stands there for so long reading them, again and again and again.

~Sometimes he even wishes you'd read them out loud to him so he can hear you say the words from your heart.

~But if you're too shy to do it, he understands.

~kind of

~He might ask you during a make-out session or something if you love him.

~Then he asks how much you love him, trying to coax you into telling him like you do in your poems.

~When his temper is rising for whatever reason, he may snap at you and claim that you don't even love him, he's never heard you go on about him in your voice like you do in your written words.

~It's just very hard for him to read your words on paper but never hear them in your own voice.

~When he's getting a bit too emotional and lonely, he'll hold one of the poems you wrote to his lips or chest to feel close to you, and he gets frustrated when his eyes are blurry from tears so he can't read the things you wrote to make him feel better.

~Even though you struggle with telling him out loud, he adores every poem and every letter- especially if you kiss the letter beside your signature and leave a lipstick mark. He'll kiss the mark you left.

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[itzmaztercom]

I love calling people sweetheart or sweetie but dont do it much cause i'm scared they found it weird

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My Mlp Infection AU. The Crystal Virus

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Meeting the Parents (They're Dead)

Constantine was fully expecting a professional, working relationship with Batman when he was dispatched to Gotham by Justice League Dark. Too bad he's a little distracted by the fact the Dark Knight has helicopter parents, and Constantine can see ghosts.

"What are your intentions with our son?"

Will Constantine ever break the news that they have company to the caped crusader? Or will he continue trying to ignore the diving score cards Martha Wayne holds up every time Batman punches a goon's lights out?

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Friend-Coded

(I found a new blorbo and I’m super normal about him so naturally there’s art and fanfic now.)

Chapter 1: Sure, Just Shatter The Box Of Repressed Memories, What Could Go Wrong?

TWs: Implied past Sa/non-con, abuse, torture, brainwashing.

Rinzler was falling, but he could hardly process it. Something inside him, a safeguard, a fortress in his programming, was crumbling, like it had been de-rezzed from deep inside his code. If a stream of orange voxels was trailing from his plummeting body he wouldn’t be surprised, but he couldn’t tell, he could barely see amidst the torrent of old broken data fragments assaulting his system! Fight it as he might, it overpowered his senses, rendering him helpless as he freefell towards the grid.

A program beamed at him as he hoisted them onto a platform, their grid suit changing color from red to blue -

Wind whistled alarmingly around him, drowning out the sound of his grinding processors. He fumbled blindly for his spare baton with numb fingers.

A woman with strange light patterns rose from the waters and stepped onto the land -

Streaks of yellow flashed through the air overhead, diving towards him, he had to OBEY -

Grid bugs swarming a building overhead, a chunk of crashing down and shattering into voxels -

It collided with his body, hands curling tight around his wrists. Panic rose in his chest, at what being grabbed like that meant -

A mirror in the outlands, reflecting back the fight he was locked in -

Sharp pain hit his face, hit his stomach, he couldn’t move, couldn’t think, reacting would only make it all so much worse -

Glass shattered around a program in white -

Something he was clinging to desperately was torn from his grasp, and suddenly Rinzler was careening backwards, out of control. Tiny flashes of yellow burned in his vision, the grid around him spiraled, and more images battered him relentlessly, some he even recognized.

Clu smiling over him with Rinzler’s bare wrist in his grip, pressing in on one of his favorite scars - Flying over a canyon on a light cycle with that program in white - Watching the grid light up in colors as a female program leaned into him - Slicing through a group of rebels, leaving nothing but voxels and a few nanos of echoing screams in their wake -

He was ripped away from the last one as he plunged into shocking cold sea. The battle above faded, muffled by the water, and Rinzler slowed and… sank. His energy was sapped, systems overloaded by the torrent of new data after the grueling fight above, but it all paused long enough for him to realize what went wrong.

Flynn… He had seen Flynn.

Flynn was the enemy. CLU had ordered him to take the shot, like he’d given him countless orders before, like he had always obeyed! That was his entire purpose. It wasn’t his place to question it, no matter the orders, no matter how cruel, how painful, how vile, how…

Tron… What have you become?

But Tron was dead. CLU had killed Tron, Rinzler knew that, and yet… Somehow… Those words alone had stopped him from following orders. They had effortlessly blown apart the fortress CLU built in his code. A new directive surged straight through him, and without warning, CLU’s control over him had shattered.

I… fight… For the users.

Rinzler had crashed his jet straight into him…

I obey CLU…

But why?

It… It wasn’t his place to question… Yet here he was. Sinking. Dying… Not for CLU, but for Kevin Flynn.

Was that better?

I fight for the users…

I obey CLU…

I fight for the users…

Rinzler didn’t know the answer… But it was silent outside of his mind, as broken data fragments continued to flicker behind his eyes. The lights from the city above were distant and dim, but the water glowed with the eerie orange of his circuits, pulsing around him and…

And the color turned white, just as his vision began to fade. Then the sea rippled above him, a shadow appeared overhead, and Rinzler crashed completely.

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DE-REZZ!! DE-REZZ!! DE-REZZ!!

Rinzler had pinned a program to the colosseum floor, a knee in her chest and a disk at her throat. Criminal, rebel, stray, it didn’t matter. None of it mattered. CLU wanted him fighting in the games, so he did, de-rezzing any opponent who faced him without hesitation.

“P-Please,” The program spluttered uselessly. “I don’t belong here, I - I’m just an architect! I never betr-”

Rinzler slashed his disk into her neck, cutting off her words, and she crumbled beneath him. His knees fell through the space where her body had been and shifted on unsteady voxels instead. The crowd roared in his ears for a moment, then faded. All went dark, except for the scattered blue gore surrounding him, and yellow circuits walking out from the shadows.

“That was quite a show!” CLU crooned as he stopped just a few feet from Rinzler, hovering over him.

Rinzler didn’t move, didn’t speak, didn’t even look up, but his system seized and his processors started grinding furiously.

“Quite a show,” CLU repeated slowly. “You’re exactly what I need out there, man! Entertaining the crowd. Keeping them in line. Reminding them of their loyalties.”

Rinzler knew better than to respond to anything but a direct order, praise or otherwise. He stayed stark still on his knees, head bowed, trying desperately to push down his own racing code.

“Looks like you still have your uses after all, right buddy? Even after everything you ruined.”

The grinding noise from Rinzlers processors grew louder, even as Rinzler made every effort to stay perfectly still, to show none of the fear or weakness he knew CLU was looking for in him! But the sound gave it away, and CLU chuckled once and grabbed hold of Rinzler’s wrist. Something in him screamed to run, to fight, but he couldn’t! Not against CLU. It was against his programming, he had to obey…

“You know, I can see why you’re the fan favorite,” CLU said, and Rinzler could hear the smile on his lips even with his head still bowed and his processors grinding uncontrollably. “Your finishing move back there sure made a pretty picture. I think I like seeing you this way, too…”

Rinzler braced his knees on the shifting voxels as CLU pulled him into his body by the wrist, caught his helmet in his other hand, flipped it back, and -

Tron! Stay with me!

The nightmare stuttered. CLU’s thumb jerked painfully against a scar on his bare cheek and Rinzler tried hard to stifle the cry in his throat.

Just a little longer, we made it! I’ve got you!

Piercing light flooded his vision, the voxels under his knees shimmered away, and CLU stumbled backwards in alarm, releasing Rinzler’s wrist and his face. Rinzler fell forward, gasping for breath, and hit something solid and smooth, like glass. The pain in his scars where CLU had touched them began to ebb away. His grinding processors started to settle. He blinked open his eyes, and…

Swirling bright liquid danced around him. He had to think for a moment, but he knew what this was, somewhere deep in the back of his mind. A healing chamber… But how? CLU would never…

“Better now?” Someone asked nearby. “This chamber held you together before. Maybe it can help again.”

Rinzler whipped his head towards the voice, but could only make out a blurred silhouette from the inside of the tank.

“You know I hope that color change means something this time,” They continued. “There’s a lot of programs out there who wouldn’t want me to do this.”

Rinzler wasn’t sure what to do with that, so he remained quiet, waiting. Calculating.

“You crashed your jet into CLU’s,” The program said, an accusatory edge to a voice that sounded… Familiar, somehow. “You had the shot. You could have taken out Flynn, but you turned on CLU instead. Why? What happened up there?” He asked. “Did you finally grow past your programming?”

No, he hadn’t. Flynn had done that for him. He had changed him somehow, unlocked something old and broken inside of him, made it so crashing his jet into CLU’s was suddenly the only action that made any sense…

“Nothing to say?” The program on the other side asked with a bitter sigh. “You… Saved us, you know. CLU is gone now.”

CLU was gone?

“He can’t hurt anyone else,” He continued solemnly. “The grid is free. Just like you wanted.”

Rinzler’s grinding processors rumbled in the healing waters. He didn’t remember wanting that. He didn’t remember wanting much of anything CLU made him do, it wasn’t his place to have desires, only to obey. He hadn’t wanted to de-rezz innocent programs in the games, he hadn’t wanted to hunt rebels in the streets, he hadn’t wanted to let CLU use him and hurt him when they were alone, he’d just obeyed. Empty and hollowed out of anything CLU didn’t see as useful or perfect… Though even CLU hadn’t been able to fix all the damage in his code. Rinzler was lucky that CLU found a way to repurpose him at all.

Wasn’t that what CLU had told him? But the data fragments, on the other hand…

“Tron?”

Something flashed through his mind at that name, at that voice. For a moment he was jerked into another broken scene, glancing over his shoulder at a young program in a white gridsuit.

We’re friends… Right? The program asked sheepishly.

Rinzler opened his mouth as if to respond, but the memory faded before he could say. He stayed suspended in the liquid for a moment, mulling it over in frustration. Whatever the answer had been, it hardly mattered now, but at least Rinzler made the connection. At least he knew who it was who had pulled him from the Sea of Simulation.

“I’m not Tron,” Rinzler growled. “CLU killed him.”

“Sorry but CLU’s not that good,” Beck said defiantly. “I told you, I saw what you did today. You’re still in there Tron, I know it.”

“It’s Rinzler,” Rinzler snarled, lunging forward against the glass.

“I don’t think so,” Beck replied evenly. “And CLU’s gone. You can’t answer to him anymore anyways, you don’t have to be what he wants you to be!”

Rinzler knew that. It was the only reason he was risking talking to Beck at all, but before he could say so, the healing tank began to beep. Rinzler’s eyes snapped towards the sound in alarm.

“You didn’t break it,” Beck huffed. “It’s just done all it can for you, for now. Come on. Let’s get you out of there… And don’t try anything.”

Like there was anything to try. CLU was gone. Rinzler himself had betrayed him, his creator, his master, the moment his granite hold on his programming had slipped. There was no one to go back to, no one to obey… Other than Flynn.

Rinzler’s processors ground fast at the idea as Beck opened the chamber door and he tumbled out, suddenly unable to stand being trapped in the damn thing for one more nano! Images that didn’t make sense started to swarm his head again, of someone who could only be Flynn flashing a bright smile as the road dissolved in a swarm of grid bugs beneath their light cycles, Flynn standing before a court of angry ISOs, Flynn patting the shoulder of a program with a slice missing from their head…

In the uncertainty he snatched his disks off his back, holding them tight in his fists and trying hard not to tremble, not to show any weakness in front of Beck at all! He really had been compromised, he was so much more damaged than even CLU told him, wasn’t he? CLU’s safeguards had been holding him together as much as they’d chained him to CLU’s side -

But the visions were flickering too fast, too vivid, and he mis-stepped, tumbling forward in his disorientation. Rinzler hit his knees again and rolled onto the floor in tandem with a new memory, of another time he had fallen from the same healing chamber, collapsed on weak legs, felt his scars burning! He blinked once and found he was staring up at Beck’s face. There was a flash, and he was still looking up at Beck, but a younger version who held his hand. Reality crashed back in, the room solidified, and he heard his processors grinding.

“You’re not dying on me this time,” The older, more material version of Beck said determinedly from above. “It’s not another virus is it? The healing tank should have helped with the surface damage but… these scars were gone before… Why are they back?”

Rinzler stared up at Beck’s face, just trying to breathe, to settle his processors as the distortion stayed at bay this time. He had to make sure he was really in one place in one time and not careening through snippets of old junk. Beck waited patiently for him to recover, giving his hand a squeeze. For a moment Rinzler almost yanked his hand away, he hadn’t realized this Beck had taken it too, but he paused… And he wasn’t sure why. It was almost like holding on was keeping him here, where things were mildly less overwhelming. At first the feeling had triggered something about CLU, but CLU had never done this, so… So it was okay.

“CLU,” Rinzler rasped, not really sure why he was bothering to answer at all. “No virus.” It wasn’t like that mattered, but something else did. Beck’s face shone with anger at the words, but before he could respond, Rinzler pushed himself upright with a harsh cough. “Where’s Flynn?”

“Flynn?” Beck asked, still looking at his face in some sort of dumbstruck horror, but his hesitation cost him. Rinzler still had a disk in one hand, the one Beck wasn’t still holding, and in a single swift motion, he brought it up against Beck’s neck.

Beck looked down at the spinning disk, a single eyebrow raised and a sorrowful look on his face, and let out a sigh. Rinzler stared him down. He could answer the question or be derezzed on the spot. Rinzler would win in a fight, even like this… Most likely, anyways.

But Beck made no move to draw his own disk, even to defend himself. “He’s… Gone, Tron,” Beck said gravely. “I’m sorry…”

“It’s Rinzler,” Rinzler seethed, not sure why the program was apologizing.

“Whatever CLU told you you were…” Beck began, but trailed off as Rinzler pressed the disk closer against his neck. “Okay, okay. I’m not here to hide anything. If you need to know, Flynn re-integrated with CLU. Neither survived it. The other user they brought in went back to what the users call the real world… They’re both gone, Tr- Rinzler. It’s over.”

Rinzler kept his disc poised to take his shot, staring down Beck, trying to discern if the program was really telling the truth but… Something told him that Beck had no reason to lie about that. The entire situation, the way Beck had saved him, had put himself alone in a room with Rinzler himself, CLU’s deadliest soldier, and was making no move to fight back… It was disarming, but maybe it meant he could be trusted. That, and the fragments he had been processing already gave him a feeling. This was someone he knew, someone he might have even been a friend before… Before something…

No, that was impossible. Rinzler pulled back his disk. Everything had just become so much more complicated, even if his processors had slowed their grinding at the news. CLU was gone, and Flynn too. No CLU to obey, no users to fight for… So…

What was his use?

What was he for?

The damage remained and there was nothing to do about it. CLU had pieced him back together after his code was tattered and rotted, rebuilding him into what CLU envisioned, to suit his needs alone. Flynn had broken him free of CLU’s control but left him with a thousand broken data shards to process and no one left to fix him. He was made to be a tool, he was meant to be used, he accepted that a long time ago. But what good was he broken and directiveless?

“Look… You don’t have to tell me what that was about if you don’t want to,” Beck said a little reluctantly, looking down to their hands. Rinzler was still stubbornly holding on to Becks, unwilling to subject himself to more memories, at least not yet. “You don’t have to do anything anymore. But even if you don’t know it, we’ve kind of been through a lot together. You’ve been trying to catch me for a long time, and I’ve been trying to get through to you. So now that you’re here, and they’re gone… I’m not leaving you alone. That’s not what friends do.”

Rinzler scoffed at that, fixing his eyes unfocused out the window at a horizon that didn’t seem to have an end, but at least that answered one question. Apparently, he and Beck had been friends.

This cycle was making less sense by the moment, but something clicked into place in his mind unexpectedly. He furrowed his brow and pursed his lips, earning a concerned look from Beck, and gingerly turned the disk in his hand over so it lay flat in one palm, focusing on the memory from before. It shimmered to life above the disk, a little tattered at the edges, but… solid.

We’re friends… Right? The younger version of Beck said. It fizzled away before Rinzler could answer again, but he let out a sigh. The rest of the fragments still felt scattered and loose, like that shifting pile of voxels he couldn’t gain his footing on, but that one was tethered down now. It had a place, it fit, it wouldn’t hurt him, it… It was his…

Beck looked at him, somehow stunned into silence for just a few nanos as Rinzler grasped the disk firmly in his hand again. “You remember me?” He asked after a moment.

Rinzler rolled his eyes. “Vaguely,” He grumbled. That at least explained a little why the program made a foolish enough move to save his enemy, and why holding his hand felt like comfort instead of violation… He took a small breath and stowed the disk away on his back again. Beck wouldn’t hurt him. That much he knew.

“Better than nothing,” Beck said a little bit shakily, exhaling slowly and giving his hand another squeeze. “A lot is about to change, but… We can figure it all out together, now. Okay?”

Rinzler bit back a groan on instinct. This was going to be a very complicated and deeply annoying process, wasn’t it? But at least he wouldn’t be alone, since according to that memory and Beck’s insistence… He had a friend.

“Okay,” Rinzler agreed instead just to make him shut up, and closed his eyes. His grinding processors slowed and quieted, and Beck, mercifully, seemed to take the hint. Rinzler might have just come out of a healing tank but he still needed rest, and CLU wasn’t here to stop him from getting it, unless he turned up in his nightmares again.

He breathed carefully through his nose at the thought. CLU was gone, even if parts of him would always remain, in his code, on his skin. There wasn’t anything to do about that now, he would have to learn to cope…

But when he awoke from the sleep cycle next, there hadn’t been another nightmare. Beck was still holding his hand, too.

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@toomanyteefs bribed me into this fandom with angst and the promise of hugs in her own Tron fic, so here I am, like 2 weeks into the fandom and hopelessly sucked in! In true user form I have little plan and NO idea how often this thing will update but click the title to see it on A03 if you wanna subscribe! And hey, if I screw something up in the lore or the something, sorry, im new 🫠🧡

[starsifter]

The first chapter of my raritwi regency!au fic is up on ao3! Link. I'm gonna be making art on here for the chapters, answering asks (if there are any) and just generally having fun with it.

[floralembarrassment]

Flights (1/1) (jegulus)

Regulus was standing in an airport, reading the flight board and triple checking his gate. He loved flying and in another life he might have been a pilot, but in the life he was just a passenger.

Regulus felt another person link their hand in his, and normally he would tense at a touch, the warmth and familiarity made it clear it was James. "Flight 255 gate B37 on time," he said to James even though they had just checked it before going through security.

James kissed the side of Regulus' head, "alright let's go find the gate," he smiled. Regulus loved James, but he thinks he loves him more when they travel if it's possible because James always puts up with and reassures Regulus' anxieties.

They walk towards the gate "to make sure it exists" and then James takes Regulus to get a coffee to calm his nerves. The warmth and caffeine seeping through his veins soothed him in the same way that James' arms did, but holding hands in the airport was enough PDA for him.

James' excitement for their vacation was building so he played his favourite game with Regulus, making up stories of the people that passed. Regulus loved the people watching and the judging, always making stories a bit darker because he found the sinister more interesting and loved the shock James still reacted with each time, and James' stories being wonderful stories of love and friendship.

Regulus loved to fly and he loved James and James was more than happy to just be with Regulus.

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: sweetie

She’s a cream colored cat, short haired and small in size with a pink nose and curious eyes. She follows Crowley everywhere he goes.

Length: 3,501 Words

AO3 Rating: Teen and Up

Best for: Safe in Public, Fluff, Pick-Me-Up, Humor

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by PaintedVanilla

*Minor Spoilers* This one is so cuuuuutee!!! We all need a little pick-me-up sometimes and this one is a perfect little fic for that. I'm a die hard ineffable cat fan, and anything cat related is an instant A+ from me and from Oscar (my own kitty) who is currently trying to distract me from this post.

We are in the South Downs, and we get a peek into life at the cottage with Crowley's cat, Sweetie. He has had her for....awhile, and is deeply attached. I had such a grin on my face over Crowley being so loveable and cuddly with his precious baby, but also from the banter and humor between him and Aziraphale. It had me giggling out loud more than once! It's so much fun! It's a short read, so grab your kitty friends and read this! You deserve a little slice of cuteness and positivity.

Read it here, fic by PaintedVanilla