#again though thank you so much for sending this in please stay warm and safe and hydrated!! :)

[onegroovyrose]

Hi Val! :D I love all the Chrises (and not Chrises) that you have drawn! They’re all so great! You are my go-to for Christopher Arclight content, because you love him as much as I love him with his silly little personality. <333 Also, your art style is fabulous! You’ve gotten so good at drawing! I would comment on all the art pieces but there’s so many and they’re all so fabulous! :0 I hope you stay safe and hydrated!

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AND ALSO?? WAH,,, thank you so much for your kindness, it makes me so happy to hear that you enjoy my art style and that I've improved!! 🥺💕I'm far from being done with drawing Chris hehe and I thank you so much for sticking around!! Please please stay hydrated and safe as well! :) <333

[maysileeewrites]

DON’T WANT YOU LIKE A BEST FRIEND || teaser

best friend!Coriolanus Snow x Capitol!reader

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The teaser for Part I of Don’t Want You Like A Best Friend is finally here, and I’m so excited for you guys to read it! Also: thank you so much for all the love you’ve shown this idea, it really means the world to me!! 🤍

“Finally satisfied with all the torture you’ve put me through today?”, you say, yawning, when you see Coriolanus finally closing his folder - you feel like you’ve been studying for ages and you never want to see his ancient history notes ever again.

He laughs softly, the sound reverberating against your back. You don’t quite know how you’ve ended up in this position - both of you on your bed, Coryo sitting behind you, you sitting between his legs, your head leaning against his chest.

It shouldn’t feel this good, being this close to him, especially after that incident earlier this afternoon- that still has your mind reeling and your cheeks heating up whenever you think about it -, but it does.

„Torture?“, Coryo now says, drawing you out of your thoughts. „You seem to be in an awfully good mood for suffering through a whole afternoon of torture.“

You can’t help but smile at his words, though you’re glad that Coryo isn’t able to see it - he’d just call you out and tease you for smiling like an idiot to yourself.

„Yes, well, going through eighteen pages of notes - front and back - four times is torture-“, your words are cut off by a surprised, startled yelp, when suddenly, Coryo starts tickling you.

„No - Coryo, please!“, you manage to get out, but he’s unrelenting, only tickling you harder, despite your protests.

Both his hands are wrapped around your waist and your back is pressed flush against his broad chest. And even though you’re still giggling, trying to fight him off, you’re starting to feel this nervous, heady sensation that sends your thoughts and heartbeat haywire, again.

You give up trying to fight him off, then, which Coryo immediately notices. He laughs softly, before finally ending his tickling attack and resting his head on the crook of your neck. „Enough torture for today?“, he asks and you can hear the satisfied smirk in his voice.

You try to turn around to face him then, but both his hands are still on your waist, trapping you in place. „You’re a jerk, you know that, right?“, you say, though your voice doesn’t sound quite as steady and dry as you’d intended it to.

Coriolanus just laughs, the sensation of his warm breath ghosting over your skin causing you to shiver involuntarily. „You’ve never complained before.“

You huff, rolling your eyes. „Well, you’ve never bothered to acknowledge it.“

„Mhm, that’s probably for the best …“

You roll your eyes again - his answer is just so typically Coryo.

„What, no witty retort?“, Coriolanus asks, but you only shake your head, yawning.

„We both know that you can be quite the jerk, ’s nothing new … besides, it’s late …“, you mumble, trying to suppress another yawn and leaning back against his chest again. It is late - already way past eleven, the street outside your window already dark, safe for the streetlights.

„You’re right, it’s late“, Coriolanus now says. „I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have held you up so long, I should get going …“

„Or you could stay …“

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[honeyhotteoks]

oh my god yesssss the most recent chapter of tnt had my tongue pressed to my teeth the entire time i was like entralllllledddd PLEASE !!!

not to be nosy (or pushy ><) but do you have any thoughts about rut for tnt? like for both the main trio and general world building im sure it would be a lot of logistics and potentially a lot of emotional labor to plot out (like one of them getting kicked out or something because the other is going nuts oof) but also its rotting my brain from the inside out and i need to tell someone else about it x_x

like for yunho, who is typically warm and affable, is now pushed to the edge when faced with the reality of his near insurmountable want. like he has such a finely controlled and cool grip on himself but its so obvious that hes like hungry for it in the force behind his grip. just imagining him like being an ever-present pillar behind mc, firmly talking her through what hes going to do as he chases after whatever his brain comes up with, that she can and will take his pace and whatever he gives because shes just the best and he just loves her so much because hes a romantic like that. yeah hehe haha hoo hoo lol maybe even an lmao im also tipsy and slamming my head into a wall over him have a good night

!! oh what a great question! but thank you for saying you loved the new chapter as well 💘

as far as yunho and mingi in a rut................ click below the cut for a few thoughts....

the lovely part about being in a pack, especially later on when they're actually bonded..... is that ruts wouldn't necessarily send the non-rutting alpha out of the house. with that being the case..... these are some of my rut headcanons for the boys.

yunho in a rut is possessive, protective and has a serious jealous streak. in the week leading up to his rut his hands are constantly on you, squeezing your hips, brushing along your back, and taking your hand in his. the only person that seems to be able to talk to you without him going just a little feral is mingi, even wooyoung isn't safe from his ire when he gives you a hug after practice. when his rut actually starts though, his resolve really starts to crumble, and you don't help him stay in control when you're begging him for a knot underneath him. he tries his best at first to be mindful of you, but he also knows that's what mingi is here for. he's watching over so that you can both lose yourself, and when yunho finally lets go it's with a bruising grip and his cock endlessly inside you. you stay stretched on his knot for days, his cum spilling into you over and over again, promises of pups on yunho's lips.

mingi in a rut is needy, times a thousand, but it doesn't start that way. it starts with him fussing over you in the week or so leading up to his rut in a way that you just know what's in store for you. he's cooking, he's refilling your water, he's trying to get you to sleep more, eat more, relax more. he's following you around constantly and subconsciously in an effort to prepare you for the week to come. ruts can be hard on omegas not in heat, and he knows this, so of course he's going to make sure you're as healthy and hydrated as possible before getting locked in bed. once it hits? he's a grabby mess, he needs every inch of his pack's skin against his. he wants yunho holding you open for him so he can see you both, feel you both. he kisses like its the last time he'll ever get to, and he alternates between coming deep inside you with a knot and painting your skin with rope after rope of his cum. he needs to see you covered by him, full of him, and fully owned by him for his rut to break.

[try-set-me-on-fire]

I just discovered your blog, and I’m so glad I did! I love your soft prompts! And you’re a wonderful writer 🥰 Can I request a soft prompt that’s not in the list? “Eddie laying with Buck in his hospital bed.”

Thanks either way!!

Thank you!!

Send me soft prompts! Finished ones on AO3!

Buck is breathing like it hurts. Eddie is intimately familiar with the mechanics of it: steady but shallow inhale, hold, shaky exhale blown through pursed lips. He should probably be laying flat but he’d reached for Eddie, pulled him onto the bed, curled his body towards him with a hand tangled in his shirt, and Eddie thinks he is incapable, currently, of not giving Buck anything he wants.

His skin is warm. Eddie is resting his hand on Buck’s face as softly as he possibly can, careful around the cuts and the dark bruise on his jaw. He moves his thumb slowly across Buck’s cheek, watching the flutter of his eyelids intently.

“You want me to call a nurse?” The quiet of the room makes it feel impossible to speak loudly, Eddie practically whispers the words.

“No,” Buck sighs. “They’ll kick you out.” His hand tightens against Eddie’s chest.

“Ok,” Eddie says, and he knows his voice isn’t steady. He hasn’t kissed Buck since they reunited here- the man’s whole damn body is a bruise, he barely wanted to touch him to avoid making anything hurt more. He kisses him now, because he is a weak man. Gentle, gentle, the barest press of lips. “Ok. Soon, though. Please.”

Buck sighs again, and they’re close enough that the air hits warm against Eddie’s chin. “Feel like we should get special privileges. Frequent flier miles. Land in the hospital three times a year and they put you in a queen bed, husbands allowed.” Buck coughs, and winces. Eddie winces along with him, hand fluttering over the shoulder that had so recently been ripped out of its socket, the chest that had hit the ground after a sickening fall. “I didn’t even break anything, why didn’t they let me go home-“

“You weren’t conscious,” Eddie says, and even this he can’t manage above a whisper. “You weren’t conscious when we got to you, Buck. You have to stay the night.”

“Sucks.” Buck moves his jaw like he’s holding his tongue between his teeth, there’s a frustrated dent in his forehead. His eyes are bright. Eddie wants to make the world softer around him wherever he goes. "Sorry."

"What are you apologizing for?" He holds Buck's face again, and Buck kisses his palm as he shrugs.

"For putting that look on your face again."

"Buck-"

"I'm sorry that I’m here, I don't- I'm tired of- I'm tired." Buck shrugs again, and then has to breath out very slowly against the pain the motion causes. Eddie swallows, clenches his teeth. He kisses Buck again, his cheek, stays there for a moment. Buck chases him when he pulls away and they end up with points of contact at their foreheads, noses. "I'm sorry I lost my fucking ring."

Eddie carefully pulls Buck's left hand up from where it's rested between them and kisses his fingers, mindful of the long scratch where his silicon wedding band had been pulled or torn off. "We bought a five pack of those for a reason, Buck." Their metal bands are nestled in their sock drawer at home, safe together in a little wooden box.

"I know," Buck says, but he sounds miserable about it. They're so close together Eddie barely has to tilt his head to be kissing him again. Buck's right hand slides slowly up until his fingertips are pressed into Eddie's jaw. They just stare at each other for a moment when they break away, and Buck continues to watch him as Eddie moves, trying not to jostle Buck as he pulls off his own band and presents it to him. Buck huffs out a little laugh and lets Eddie slide it onto his finger. "I love you so much."

Eddie rests their foreheads together again. "So much, too."

The nurse will come back soon and Eddie will have to move to the chair, but for now they lay together, holding on tight.

[wexhappyxfew]

Okay that 3-parter sounds interesting!! 👀 Anything you can share about that?

HI KILLY!!!! <33333 thank you so much for sending this in omgggg!!!! please know that when this idea hit, i was like ..... yes this is absolutely becoming a 3-parter - so i am so so happy to yap about it!!! :D thank you SO MUCH!!!!!

@b17boys mentioned something about my OC, Judy Rybinski, who becomes turret ball gunner for Rosie's Riveters, would ultimately drop in between those German/Russian lines and I SPIRALED and was like - this needs to be written. AND HERE WE ARE!!!!!

I think, in comparison to my other writings, I really wanted to take time to dig into both the characters (Judy and Rosie) along with the surroundings, the general environment and situations and struggle around them and what that means to them individually and together as characters. We take it from Judy's POV - just because her youth and past really plays an important role in her life and how she approaches this situation as whole.

I'm going to take us a bit of a character study of Judy through the beginning/middle of what was Episode 9 of MOTA. Really fleshing out moments and scenarios and developing an even deeper connection of Judy and Rosie as well as simply the one Judy has with herself, along with morals, realizations and aspects of her life that are important to her. I also want to pull at the heartstrings a bit - we come into the first part with a view of Judy just in a straight-up not-fun situation. She's lost, just waking up from being passed out, no clue where she is (nor can really remember), half-remembering her whereabouts along with wondering - where is Rosie?! And I think that's an aspect about this that makes it interesting to write. We see Judy on her own, having to navigate this all. Trying to figure things out and most importantly - stay alive.

BUT -- I couldn't help but then want to make a piece (the 2nd part) where we focus on their reunion together, that being Judy and Rosie, who genuinely just do love each other. And being separated, fearing for their lives and one another's - really brings them closer together and that worry, fear, desperation and wonder really bring forward how much they mean to each other even more so.

And also just because I can imagine Rosie absolutely losing his mind at the thought of not knowing where Judy is and doing everything he can to find her again - and then, finally finding her and it's like everything has fallen into place. Yeah. Lol. I would consider this purely self-indulgent with the heavy-dose of angst/whump/comfort we'll be getting - BUT IT'LL BE WORTH IT!!!!!! SO consider me both excited and absolutely losing my mind!!!!!

Please enjoy a small snippet!!! <3

"Spy." he whispered, the word on his tongue enough to make panic ensue.

"No." she whispered, before clearing her throat, "No! No, no, no. No spy! No spy! American. I'm American!" Judy was frantic in her own defense of herself. "Born and raised! Red, white and blue, all the star-spangled bullshit. Down in North Carolina - you hear my accent?!" she called frantically again, desperate for the rifle to be removed from touching her uniform and for her to get a better idea of where she was and what was going on. "Carolina?" "Yes!" Judy said, going to sit up, but letting out a strangled cry and going to reach for her shoulder instantly - she watched all the rifles uphold, aiming at her again at her quick movements and she couldn't help the tears that welled in her eyes - with the confusion, the pain, the desperation. Between freezing and being confused and in pain enough to make her pass out - if she died out here, she'd be thankful. Anywhere was better than this snow-capped and war-torn field.

Safe to say Judy Rybinski is nothing but a smol bean who simply needs to be back home, snuggled up with a warm mug of tea and FAR from here. But -- she's got this so, I have no worries for her!!! MUST SAY - I love getting into this type of writing again though (reminds me of my Landslide-era writing days haha!) THANK YOU AGAIN KILLYYYYY!!!!! <333333

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You begin to eat and Alois watches you for a while before looking away and admiring the decor of a room that must be all too familiar to him, just for the sake of not making you feel awkward to be watched while eating. It’s a tomato soup and deliciously creamy, the bread soft and warm with softened butter spread over it. You can taste basil in the soup too and you find yourself much more comfortable in a dry change of clothes and with a warm meal making its way into your belly. You’re beginning to feel silly for rejecting him now that you’re feeling so much better. 

“Is it good?” He asks after a while, considerately waiting until you’ve finished your mouthful. You give a little nod and dip your bread into the bowl once again. 

“It’s lovely, thank you.” He smiles softly at your praise and gratitude. His head tilts to the side a little and a curtain of gossamer hair falls over his shoulder. It looks as though it could put the very finest of silks to shame in the way it catches and reflects the light with such a gloss. As you move towards finishing up your meal mopping the bowl with your last piece of bread, the ghostly pale man speaks up once again. 

“I’ve sent my staff to assess the damage to your car and to call for help. I’d truly appreciate it if you would stay the night. I'd feel awful to send you home so tired from all of this and, admittedly, I’d worry about you if I were to hand you over to the hospitality of another while you’re in your current state. You’re free to decline should you wish; but if not, there’s a guest room prepared and you’re welcome to take a bath or shower if it pleases you.” He says with a levelled sincerity in his voice. Your brows raise in surprise at such generous hospitality. 

“Really? I’m not sure I can accept you going so far out of your way for me.” You say politely. A part of you really does like the sound of it now that he’s shown he was only being cautious and does not mean you any harm. 

“It’s no trouble at all. I can send you off with breakfast in the morning too, it’ll ease the day that I’m sure you’ll have ahead of you, amending all the damage.” He insists. He has a close-lipped smile and his snowy lashes bat softly as he does his best to make you feel safe and comfortable. You finish your meal as you consider his generous offer. 

“Alright, I’ll stay. I think you’re right about easing me into the day I have ahead of me tomorrow.” His grin only widens upon hearing your words. 

“Excellent.” He rises to his feet with such grace that you’re sure it can only have been bred into him, a man of such high class as he clearly is. “Allow me to show you to your room.” You’re surprised again when he offers you his arm to take instead of trailing a distance ahead of you like earlier. Such chivalrous gestures aren’t exactly common and thus it’s  a very pleasant surprise as you take his arm and can feel the flex of muscle that is belied by his slim and elegant physique. He smells pleasantly of plum and faint vanilla and you can’t help but take a moment to truly take in just how androgynous this man appears. When you first set eyes on him, you’d assumed that he was simply a very tall woman but, truth be told, you’re near certain he could easily pass for a woman if he dressed the part. 

He leads you into a room decorated in off-whites and reds with a grand four-poster bed. The fireplace crackles softly at one side and there’s a door which you can only assume leads to a bathroom. “Ring the bell should you need anything at any point in the night and someone will come to assist you.” He takes a slight step back from you. “I’m so very sorry for the fright I must have given you earlier, darling, but my family has greatly suffered from those who target us for our status and so I must maintain utmost caution to protect my estate. I am responsible for my staff and it is a priority of mine that they return home safely to their families at the end of each day. You’ve been so compliant and understanding and I hope that my level of hospitality is display enough of my gratitude for this.” He’s so eloquent that it’s like he walked out of another time. 

“Of course, but you’re the one I really need to thank.” He smiles softly and gently waves his hand in a dismissive motion. 

“Enough of that now. There’s a telephone on the nightstand, I’m sure you’d like to inform friends or family of what’s happened to you. I wish you goodnight.” With those parting words, he takes your hand in both of his and presses a featherly kiss to your knuckles. 

You’re left standing in the guest room of the manor with your heart fluttering in your chest. 

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[greensagephase]

Hi Alondra!! Thank you for replying back to me on the New Year's fanart!! there's really no pressure replying and I truly appreciate every response 🥹❤️ hearing that you still love the New Year's fanart makes me so happy!! (I promise there is more fanart for NC in the near future!!) I’m glad you took some time off social media for your mental health because that’s very important!! I’ve been quite busy lately too so I’ve been off social media more than usual this past week. I’m also happy that you’ve been sticking to drawing daily for 30 minutes!, and even if you miss a day here and there it’s still great! There are days where I just don’t have the energy to draw, so if you need to take breaks from that too it’s okay! But I really do get excited hearing these updates! Also, omg I’m very happy that you drew Miguel in a way that you liked and you’re feeling more comfortable and confident with drawing!!! Hearing that makes me so excited and i’m rooting for you!!! ❤️

Also, I just have to mention again that I’m really happy you took a little break from social media and writing, sometimes it can be too much and the last thing I’d want is for you to be burnt out from everything! (and I'm happy my little words of encouragement helped you decide to take some days off, I want to make sure you're doing okay too 🥺) you really do so much on here and you deserve the rest! ❤️❤️ Thank you so much for all the support and words of encouragement with my schooling!! (and when you mentioned getting another degree in the future- I might actually consider it!! maybe even study in a subject more for fun!) I’ve been very busy with everything and preparing for the first presentation of my capstone this Monday (the nerves are there but I'll maybe update you on how that goes! 😭) but one thing’s for sure- I still love to take the time to go on here and talk to you when I can!! And I’m so excited to read the next part when it comes out!! (please don’t stress about when you’re going to post it though 🥺) And I also promise that I read all your responses too, often times more than once because they make my day!! They mean so much to me and you don’t have to worry about replying late or anything, I understand! the weather where I live has also been arctic, haha!! (no fr today when I went out I was still shivering with all my layers 😭) and if it's also still cold where you are stay safe and warm too!! I hope you’re doing well and that you’re having an amazing week Alondra!! sending you a warm virtual hug, friend!!! ❤️✨❤️

Here are some little sketches of encouragement with your writing and everything!! a soft smiling Miguel and ok I imagine the 2nd one Miguel is giving look of like he’s proud of you 🥺 but also, he just has that signature smirk too 🤭

@sunsetdoodler thank you for being so understanding and of course, I love talking with you, so I've been trying to reply to everything!! I just got really behind on my responses 😭 but yes, I LOVE the New Year's fanart!!!

Still thinking about it and how cute your OC and Miguel look together, I can't wait to see them again (and omg, more fanart!!! I can't wait to see it but of course, take your time!!!)!! And you being off social media is so understandable with your school!! I hope everything is going well so far!! I'm thinking about you and sending you the best of luck, and hoping everything goes smoothly for you as always!!!! ❤️ Also, thank you for the well wishes on my drawing journey!! I took off yesterday and today because I've been busy doing other things but I'll hopefully be back to it tomorrow, thank you, really!! And yes omg, I've been studying Miguel (I've been studying your fanart and other lovely artists' fanart plus using the amazing drawing references I've seen on here; that's actually how I finally got his hair down haha), and feel like I'm moving forward in drawing him, but it's a working process! 😂

And thank you, omg!!!!! 🥺🥺 I was debating taking a break because I always feel so guilty disappearing from social media even if it's just a day or two, but your words of encouragement to take it easy helped and I decided to do it. I tend to feel a little off after the holidays and just feel overwhelmed by everything, so this little break really helped my mental health, and honestly - it helped my writing! I was lowkey forcing myself to write prior to it, but all is well now, and I feel great now. I've done so much more writing in two days than I did over the span of several days prior to my break, so yay!! About your schooling - of course!!!!! I'm wishing you the best and rooting for you!!! As I said already, I'm always hoping and wishing that everything goes smoothly for you!!! I hope you're taking care of yourself and that these first two weeks have been kind to you so far!!! You should def consider earning another degree for fun if you're interested!! I'd love to hear what you'd like to do if you were to get another one (if you're open to sharing, if not, I understand, so no pressure!!)!! Omg, your first capstone presentation is this Monday!! I'm sending you, and will continue to send you, all the best of luck!!! I know you got this and it'll go great!!!!!! 🥺✨ It'll be one presentation down, and hopefully it will get easier as the semester goes!!!! And thank you for taking time out of your day to come on here and talk to me, it truly means so much to me!!! Please know that I understand life gets crazy, so I totally understand if you can't reply right away or not at all (don't feel pressured to, friend!! I get it!!)!! And I'm happy that my words make your day, yours make my day as well!! I always look forward to reading your responses/asks!!!❤️ And omg @sunsetdoodler I hope you're staying warm and cozy, too!! It has been very cold this week for us (there was even a busted pipe this morning because of how cold it has been this whole week). I hope you stay warm and be safe if you're out on the road driving!!! I hope you're having a fantastic week, too and that you have a great weekend!! Hopefully you get to do some fun cozy things and relax a bit despite your presentation!!! Sending you the warmest virtual hug and the best wishes as always, friend!!!! ❤️✨❤️

And OMG THE SKETCHES!!!! Miguel saying "you got this!" - that's so ENCOURAGING!!! 🥺 And his proud face in the second sketch - stop, now I'm going to imagine that Miguel cheers me on when I write and try to draw him and the second sketch is him watching me while I do my thing,😭😭 THANK YOU, FRIEND!!!! These sketches are so freaking CUTE!!!!! And his signature smirk - everything this man does gets me, I swear!!!! 🤭 (I'd get so distracted if I saw him like this actually) I'm going to have these sketches pulled up whenever I write or draw, for real!!! THANK YOU!!!! ❤️✨🥺

[tojisun]

Firstly, I'm not a hater. If you're so incapable of reading, it's your problem! I never criticized her work, specifically the character. Can't I share my opinion? I just can't imagine Simon with such a person; it's purely impossible for me to imagine Simon liking such a person, okay? AND YES, I KNOW IT'S A FANFIC. This blog is a safe space for me; I often write about what I think, and many of my asks or thoughts have been received very well. Secondly, oh my god, I didn't know you could filter tags. Thanks for that advice; it's already done.

Sun, once again, if my comment offended you  you, I'm sorry. I didn't mean you or your work. I love you very much, and I adore your work. I apologize if my ask hurt or bothered you.

hi hi!! thank u sm for sending this to clarify!!

and im sorry too for how ur ask had snowballed (but pls do understand that it is not made out of exaggeration as there has always been an influx of criticisms on works when authors dont ask for it; ur ask is not the first and would not be the last- it has been one, though, that was not truly made with the intention of hurting and for that im thankful too)

thats not to say that ur not allowed to share ur opinion!! but that goes on my end too. it just so happened that urs is a ‘criticism’ (using this term loosely) while mine is a fic/work. the avenues we used to share our opinions differ so pls also understand why reactions about our opinions vary. so when u sent the “please stop with this xyz” on my page that has reiterated how writing xyz is personal and fun to me, it was startling

that said, im glad that ur able to figure out how to use the filter system!! it helped me bunch when i didnt wanna see stuff my moots would reblog bc my main blog is linked to other blogs so sometimes when im out of a fandom for years now (ex. marvel) i filter them too!!

this got sooooor long but thank u sm for reaching back out!! stay warm and hydrated, and take care ^v^

[sleekervae]

Past Lives [0.8]

Masterlist

A/N: Hello again. This is your daily reminder, if no one's told you, to keep your mental health in check. Take a personal day if you need, hug your pet, or eat some yummy food. Point is, self care is king and I have a hard time remembering that sometimes, so I remind myself by reminding all of you :)

Anyway, this segment is gonna' be shorter. I think the next one will be too, but please bare with me. It'll be worth it all in the end.

Warnings: none

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Four weeks were quick in hindsight, however they felt as though they dragged on. Austin filled his time as much as he could in all practicality, though given his current project it wasn't hard. The hours were long, the outdoor and night shoots were bone chilling and the studio shoots were no less merciful. Nevertheless, Austin got on well with his cast mates and went along whenever they'd have outings outside of filming. And in his down time he spent getting comfortable in his brownstone. He was proud of himself as he was getting a hang of this cooking thing -- for his standards, at least. He had sent Jade a picture of a chicken he'd prepared with some roasted vegetables, his smile wide when she replied with a few gifs of approval from The Office.

The London rains poured heavy and unforgiving, to most people it would signify the end of their work day and they could stay safe and warm in their homes. Austin however wasn't so fortunate, he had to return to the studio for some night shoots in a few hours. He didn't mind the night shoots so much, the intensity of the scene was much more evident and much more hilarity always ensued when the cast and crew were pushed just passed their bedtime.

He kicked off his boots, dropped his jacket on the hook and shook out his damp hair and hood. The strange brownstone was becoming much more familiar now, not quite a home but a safe refuge for him to recover and relax, ignore the outside and all. His eyes averted down to the stack of mail that had been dropped off for him. There were some bills, coupons for fast food chains, and a postmarked envelope all the way from America.

His spirit was lifted a little as Austin ripped the envelope open, unfolding the one-paged letter scrawled out in familiar hand writing. With his type writer still in great shape, Austin had decided to type out and send Jade a letter the old fashioned way. It felt so odd at first, he was a little self conscious as he wondered that she'd think it was silly. However, Jade texted him a few days later, elated in her thanks and surprise because no one in her inner circle had sent her something so personalized. She had jokingly told him she had some notes for his writing; and not a week later, she had sent one back to Austin.

He wandered through his living room, plopping down on his couch as his eyes skimmed over her handwriting, legible though some scribbled lines appeared more difficult to discern from time to time. He could see where she had pressed so hard her pen had almost punctured through the paper, and somehow that made him even more excited to read.

A smile wormed its way across his face, her enthusiasm and bubbly nature just bursted off of the page with every pen stroke. He could picture her now; green eyes sparkling and olive skin sheeny in the California heat. He wondered what she wore when she wrote, whether she found it naturally easy to put this together, or if she had struggled just as much as he had. Nevertheless, getting her response put a glimmer in what had so far been a bleary, dreary day.

Austin looked down at the empty spot on his couch, remembering how she had curled up next to him during their movie; how close she'd pressed herself to him, how every time her fingers brushed against his he had this instinct to clasp onto her hand. She was a warm presence he missed terribly.

He had found her contact in his phone, thumb hovering between the call and message buttons. Doing the math in his head, it was probably about nine in the morning there, she would definitely be awake.

It had been a solid month and a half, and Jade still felt out of her element. It wasn't as though she hadn't tried; she had decorated her spacious loft with all of her old things, picked up some new shelf ornaments and books from a thrift store down the street. And her view of Hancock Park was immaculate. Of course because her neighbourhood was so gated, making friends with the neighbours wasn't the easiest feat.

It wasn't the worst thing, however; nobody would come over to bother her. Half of her was drawn to the romanticism of this artist who had found success was now living in this quaint little place by herself, but she was also lonely, vulnerable, and welcomed her friends coming over or taking the invitation to venture out. And of course Jade had her weekly therapy sessions over Zoom, now at a more appropriate hour in the day time for her.

Her therapist had told her to keep writing, don't let those emotions bottle in and not judge herself for having them. So that's what she did day in and day out. She and her band mates had set up a makeshift studio in her loft so they could all gather and record in discreet comfort.

Jade's family was calling in to check on her and welcome her back into the timezone (her mom and sibling were still in Toronto so they were only three hours ahead, but we digress). It didn't take long however before Cam gave Jade the update on her ex. He'd gotten the word she was back in town, and no matter how much he harassed and bombarded Cam and other members of her team, they wouldn't tell him where Jade was. But he was in the business too, it wouldn't be long until she either had a run in or he would end up finding her. Nevertheless, Jade was in a secured building with cameras, a buzzer, and a desk clerk, so she felt pretty at ease about it.

A lot had changed for her.

But then nothing had.

It was a sunny Saturday morning. The neighbourhood was quiet as usual, maybe the odd jogger would pass by or a dog could be heard barking in the distance. Jade had cracked open a window by her kitchen table, sitting with her tea and a ukulele. Her focus however was further captured by the folded letter sitting at the end of the table, placed along with more miscellaneous mail that had come the week previous. She strummed lazily at her instrument, curiosity in her gut bubbling into apprehension as she stitched semblances of a song together. Some days it was easier to write than others, of course on the days when her mind wandered elsewhere, there was fat chance of her being productive at all.

She exhaled slowly, reaching out across the table again to pick up the letter. It still felt so odd, like a trembling weight of energy in her fingers that threatened to implode in her hands from the sheer weight of its impact. Jade's career was based on writing, and yet even she had never thought about writing a letter to someone, let alone receiving one. She read it for maybe the twentieth time that week, his soft, raspy voice echoing between her ears as she read word-for-word.

She looked out the window as she set the paper down, trying to calm the fluttering in her chest. She was sated to know she he missed her just as much as she missed him, though he seemed precarious in his writing to her and she hoped she had given back the same level of walking the fine line of their... friendship? She knew they agreed to keep it as a friendship, but it didn't feel deep enough to describe what they had, or what they'd done to each other.

Her phone buzzed, effectively snapping her attention and she reached across the table to answer the FaceTime call. Florence's picture popped up.

"Hey!" Jade grinned as she answered. Florence was in her own kitchen, her apron thrown on hastily and hairs sticking out of her messy bun. 

"Hello!" she smiled, standing over her stovetop, "You know, I had this fantastic idea this morning,"

"Indulge me," Jade said, sipping her tea.

"You move back here and cook dinner with me because it's no fun doing it by myself, now," she suggested. 

Jade simpered, "Or you could come move here and have eggos with me?" she replied.

"I would, but you guys don't have hobnobs," Florence shrugged.

"And you don't have candy corn, but you don't hear me extorting you to move again," Jade said.

"Fair,"

"What's for dinner?" Jade asked, eyebrows knitting together as another notification popped up on her phone. Austin had texted her.

Hey :) I got your letter, thank you

She tried to keep her focus, though her heart thudded in her chest as she read his message, seemingly over and over. Florence went on and on about whatever she was throwing together for dinner, her words getting lost in Jade's ears as she typed back.

You're very welcome. How'd I do?

He responded a minute later.

To quote a musician friend of mine: I have some notes

Go away

Much to her delight, he responded with a Dwight Schrute gif.

"... ade? Hello? Jade!? Earth to Jade!" Florence suddenly grasped her attention back. She was staring hard into the camera, "I'm talking to you! What're you doing?" 

"I'm listening!" Jade exclaimed. 

Florence scowled, "Oh, are you? What did I just say?"

"That you're cooking dinner,"

"And what am I making for dinner?"

"... Chicken?" she shrugged.

"I'm making prawns, you lemon!" Florence pouted, "What're you doing, anyhow?"

"I was just reading," Jade admitted, "I know, it's rude of me,"

"Oh yeah?" Florence popped a brow, now munching on a piece of bell pepper, "Whatcha reading? Texts from your American sweetie pie?"

"A: he's not my sweetie pie. B: and if I was?" 

"I'd only be slightly offended. I mean, what's the guy offer you that I don't?" she took a second to think, and then the realization washed over her, "Oh yeah: cock," 

Jade glowered at her friend, "In front of the prawns, Flo?"

"Hey! You can't deny it now! You were trending on Buzzfeed for a week!" Florence exclaimed.

She rolled her eyes, "Girl can't even get a moment of weakness to herself these days," she mumbled. 

"Ugh, I know. Being photographed making out with Elvis Presley reincarnate must be so tough," Florence teased back. 

Jade flipped her the bird.

Florence chuckled gingerly, "Alright, what's he been saying, then?" she asked, "Unless of course it's not meant for virgin ears,"

Jade glowered back, "If you're a virgin, I'm Jane Fonda," she replied, "We just talk,"

"About what?"

"About stuff! He was telling me how he might be going to the Met,"

"Gala?" she echoed incredulously, "Even I've never been! How'd he get one so quick?"

"I said he might be," she simpered, "And probably because it's Elvis and Bad Lurhmann and it's great award fodder,"

"Are you gonna go again?" Florence asked.

"Tell you what -- if I get an invite, you'll be my date," Jade decided.

"Damn," she shook her head, "I should've been recording all this, then. Unless of course Mr. Presley asks you,"

"Yeah, right," Jade scoffed, "He's got better options, I'm sure,"

"Jade," Flo scolded.

"I'm just saying," Jade shrugged back.

Florence rolled her eyes, "Come on, now. I spent a whole year building up your self esteem again; at least pretend so I can feel a little important,"

"Dude, please. You're one of the most important people in my life," she grinned back.

"... More important than Mason?" she queried playfully.

Jade sighed, "When they're not around... yes. When they are -- well, tough luck, kid,"

[rosylamb]

Hi there, just curious about your faith and whether it's something you've always had/been brought up in or if it's a relatively new development. You look far too young to be part of the born-again crowd either way

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Hello, my friend ~ ! ♡

It’s a pleasure to meet you, and I thank you most kindly for this ask !!

I have known God all my life, and I’m grateful for that! Many times as a child hiding to be safe or crying from hurt did I find comfort in His presence ♡ ���

I did not give my life to Christ, and start following Him until I was older however c:

And, my friend .. I’m so *so* happy !!! No I am more than that .. I could not even say how happy I am !!! It is too much hehe ♡ ♡ ♡

Now that I have answered you though may I ask how you are ?? Has today been ok ??

(I really hope so! I don’t know what it’s like where you are, but the weather has been pretty scary over here so I would wish you far better skies and kinder conditions than we have had !!)

Sending a warm hug, and praying a blessing over you! Please stay safe, be well, and take care, anon ~ !! ♡

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[hansensgirl]

baby, but you.

summary. | He hopes you can feel it, because nobody else can heal it but you. Baby, but you.

warnings. | smut, hate fucking (ish), enemies to lover, slight angst, birthdays, degradation, praise, spitting, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, rough sex, yearning, crushing, riding, couch sex, breeding, possessiveness, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI AND DO NOT REPOST MY STORIES.

word count. | 3.6k

pairings. | Bucky Barnes x Reader.

a/n. | happy birthday @asadmarveltrashbag ilysm!!! thank you so much for being there for me since like day one, for being such a good role model and for just being amazing. thank you so much for listening to me rant and giving me advice, i’m so grateful for you. i hope your birthday is amazing today, i love you so much!! don’t forget to reblog! if you take ANY inspiration from my fics (and i’ll know, trust me) and you don’t give credit, you will be blocked and i’ll let others know.

He stands afar from you. A cold, calculated stare that you’re almost tempted to challenge with your killer one. There are only about two and a half meters of space separating you two, and even that’s not enough. You’re like a cat and a dog, constantly fighting about God knows what. Sometimes it’s the stupidest of things; other times, it’s the most reasonable. Either he has the television on too loud, or you come home too late. The other neighbours… Well, frankly, they don’t live here anymore.

It’s because they can’t handle his screaming when he has nightmares. You scoffed when you first heard it from your landlord, finding it absolutely insane that nobody is used to the sounds of a nightmare. As if they’re any better. You handle it like a champion, simply just putting on earbuds and your favourite songs at the lowest volume until you fall asleep. You almost feel bad for him when you see him with deep bags under his eyes.

But one short, snarky remark from him has the sympathy in you draining. Almost like the way his hands are the palest colour ever, and his skin doesn’t have the redness it should have. Almost as if the colours on a painting have been scraped off. You shouldn’t be noticing these things, really, but you just can’t help it. He’s almost a shell of the man he once was, at least in his words, but you believe that with some care (not from your hands, ew), he’ll be back to normal.

He shouldn’t notice the way you sigh every time you get home. The way you drag yourself through the carpeted hallway, out from the metal box that Bucky doesn’t trust. He doesn’t charge anything that has to do with heights, so that’s why he’s settled for the second floor. The drop in his stomach brings back so many memories that he can’t bear to remember.

Sometimes, he picks up the rumble of your stomach that he knows you’re embarrassed about, only because when it happens, you become the most fearful sailor to ever cross the shore. You always arrive right before Bucky falls asleep, leaving him at peace. ...No, no, no. It’s not like that. He totally doesn’t wait up until you come home safely before he can actually fall asleep so he can have a sense of calm. No, that’s absurd. Another absurd thing is the ungodly hour that you arrive home.

“Listen, you’re the one who bumped into me, okay? Let’s just leave it at that,” you huff, swinging your keychain between your fingers. Your digits are so soft, only ever coarse when you touch the skin between them. His hands, however, are almost the opposite. They’re rough and dry, but the crevices are a bit damp with sweat from pure nervousness. “No, no, you bumped into me, and we’re going to leave it at that, okay? Okay,” he nods, even though he’s talking to you.

“No, you bumped into me, and that’s that. Goodbye, Mr. Barnes,” you finish, throwing your bag over your shoulder and stomping down the hallways. You don’t look back once, simply just strutting your way to that darned elevator that you loathe. Suddenly, a hand wraps around your arm and turns you around. “I didn’t say you could go; we’re not done until I say we’re done,” he growls, gripping your arm tight enough to have you whimpering.

“No, fuck you. I’m tired of constantly listening to you bitch and moan about things that aren’t even my fault. God, it’s like you’re twenty fucking years old with no maturity, it’s fucking pathetic,” you spit, trying to yank your arm away. But compared to a supersoldier, your strength is equal to a cool spring breeze hitting a concrete building—basically nothing. Bucky’s chest heaves, and for a moment, you’re scared.

But even though he has a temper, he could never hurt you. He’s not the Winter Soldier; you’re sure of it.

His jaw clenches, and you stare at him intensely. Work is long forgotten, just like the fact that today is your birthday. That nervous, jittery feeling that would pool in the pits of your soul isn’t there. You wonder if it’s because you’re all grown up now, or maybe it’s because you’ve been so busy that your birthday seems like any other day in your eyes. Your eyes fall to his lips, almost on instinct. They’re pink and plump, slightly damp from the wetness on his tongue.

He gently pushes you inside his home, and you stumble back in shock. “I have to go to work–” you start, but he cuts you off. “I don’t give a shit. I need to teach you a lesson,” he snaps, pulling off his leather jacket. It has blue hues to it, sometimes grey if shone under the correct lighting. It’s overall black, suiting that dark soul of his that some people claim he has. You keep your mouth shut, clutching onto the strap of your backpack that rests on your right shoulder.

Suddenly, that fiery haze of yours has faded out, and you just watch him dumbfounded. Your jaw is slightly slack, but your eyes aren’t bulging out. Bucky pulls off the unusual leather gloves that always seemed to be a little too big on him. The space between his fingers and the cloth is always too much, and you even contemplated ‘accidentally’ giving him a new, better-fitting pair.

They flop onto the floor with an almost laughable sound, but you know you shouldn’t even dare to crack a smile. “Always going on and on about something. You just need to be shut up for once, don’t you?” Bucky questions, snapping his head towards you. “N- No…” you whisper, looking down to the ground. Suddenly, you prefer looking at wood floors to handsome men such as Bucky.

“Oh… Right, I forgot. You don’t know what’s good for you, that’s why you go to work and come home so late in the night. Bet you don’t have any time to fuck around with those pathetic twenty-year-old douchebags. That’s why you touch that little pussy of yours before you head to work, right?” he questions, and you gulp thickly.

Did he really hear it all?

“Please, I heard the way you finger fuck yourself in the shower all the way here. You really need to learn how to properly lock your door. You’re lucky those old ladies were here when I heard you, or else I would’ve come all the way over there and taught you a real good lesson,” he snaps, and you genuinely feel like doubting every little thing you do. “And you know what’s so funny, doll? I even hear the way you moan my name when you’re about to come,” he whispers, standing so close to you, and you wonder how he even managed to get here.

Your faces are inches away, His warm breath fans against your skin, and Bucky can feel the nervousness seeping through your pores. “Need a refresher? Or are you just going to stay quiet?” he questions, raising his eyebrows. He has a stupid smile on his face, and you’re not sure whether you want to kiss him or slap him. Both seem very appealing, but God, that devil on your shoulder always did have a loud voice.

Your bag joins his gloves on the floor, and you tilt your head upwards to kiss him. Your lips slowly slot against his, the taste of stale coffee immediately fills your mouth as Bucky shoves his tongue past your lips. He cups the side on your face, and your hands remain bent in the air. You don’t know what to do with yourself, so you place them on his shoulders, hoping for the best. He tenses up for a bit, and you start to pull away.

He doesn’t let you go too far. His hands keep you near him, and he stares into your eyes. Blue, blown-out orbs give Bucky an even darker look, and you’re practically sailing the same ship. “Don’t… Don’t go,” he whispers, leaning his forehead against yours. “I won’t, but-” you begin, but he cuts you off with an open-mouthed kiss. It’s so rough, so passionate. Teeth and tongues clash at each other, and you whimper against him as his hands move from your face.

They run down your body before gripping your hips and pulling you closer to him. His front presses against yours, and you can feel his defined muscles through that black t-shirt of his. You wrap your arms around his neck, such a simple act and yet he’s swooning like the lovesick fool he is. No, no, no, he’s not lovesick, and he’s not swooning. He’s just wanting, and that is all, just like you are.

You roll your hips for friction, desperate for something. The faint feeling of Bucky’s hard cock sends shivers down your spine, and you just know he’s huge. He could probably split you in two if he really wants to, and maybe it’s what you want as well. God, just the mental image of his cock sliding in and out of you is so pleasurable. Wetness soaks your panties, and you moan into his mouth.

“Say ‘ah,’ slut,” he mumbles before pulling away from the kiss again. You quickly do so and watch as Bucky puckers his bruised, red lips. You’re not sure what to expect; a stupid, silly kiss or something else. Your tongue is stretched out inside your mouth, and you wait for him as your chest rises and falls. Your eyes watch him as he spits into your mouth, a wad of spit dripping onto your tongue and your eyes nearly fall out of their sockets.

You quickly swallow it as if it’s some sort of antidote to an incurable disease. “Oh, you’re such a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you? I bet you’d let me do anything to you, right? Let me fuck you silly, throw you around, treat you like the spoiled brat you are,” Bucky growls with a fierce smirk on his stupidly gorgeous face. Sculpted by the Gods themselves, you wonder why the world has been so mean to him.

No, no, no, you don’t. You’re just desperate and needy.

“You really are stupid, and I haven’t even touched that little pussy of yours yet, and you can’t even answer a simple li’l question,” Bucky says out loud, expressing pure shame and disgrace. You shake your head before placing your hands back on his hard, defined chest. There’s a specific spot on his chest where the fabric is too sheer. You can see the way his soft hair has been shaved down to a mere stubble, and you wonder what he’d look like if it was grown out.

“I- I’m a dirty girl, I’d let you do anything to me, James,” you whisper to him, looking up at him with unintentional doe eyes. “I know, baby, I know,” he smirks before pushing you backwards. You expect to collide with the wooden floors harshly and startle the downstairs residents, or maybe even on a carpet that would try to break your fall but would end up failing.

You don’t expect to fall back onto a soft, cushioned couch. It’s more so an armchair that is a greyish-blue colour, one that you’d see and Ikea and want so bad, but you’d quickly change your mind once you see the whopping price it’s set at. Bucky towers over you, and you tilt your head up, still watching has the features of his face twitch a bit. His hands run down to your thighs, smoothing over the fabric of your jeans before his nimble yet strong, thick fingers reach to the button and zipper.

He makes quick work of stripping your clothes off for you, and you try your hardest to do the same for him. But flying, clashing hands that are oh so desperate can’t really do much. So as he pulls your wet panties down your feet, you hurriedly kick them to the floor. Bucky pulls his shirt over his head, and you’re not sure if you’ve lost it or if time truly has slowed down. You’re able to memorize each freckle, each scar, each mole and each muscle of his upper body.

He’s beautiful, absolutely beautiful. Though everyone has their measly little flaws that can be so bothersome, in your eyes, he has no flaws. “Fuck, you’re so fucking pretty, baby,” he breathlessly tells you, making you struggle to fight the cheerful smile that forces its way onto your face. “You’re pretty too, James,” you tell him, reaching backwards to unclasp your bra.

Now, there’s nothing special about it, really. It’s plain black, and in some areas, it physically pains you, leaving branded marks behind that feel good when you gently run your hands over them. Nonetheless, you look gorgeous with it on. But when it’s on the floor, treated like nothing, you’re even more beautiful. Your slick has stained your inner thighs with stickiness, and your clit throbs with need.

Bucky parts your legs, watching as strings of wetness pull apart from each other. “Fucking hell, is that all because of me, slut? Say it, tell me who you’re so wet for,” he demands, and your breathing hitches. “S’all for you, James, I’m so wet because of you,” you whisper to him, and he smirks devilishly. You clench around nothing but air, desperate for his cock to be inside you. “I want you so bad, James, please fuck me,” you beg to him desperately, and he chuckles.

Bucky goes to start taking off his pants, unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zipper that sometimes gets caught onto the fabric of his boxers a little too much. The black fabric slips off his skin like an extra layer of skin, and the sight of his hard cock beneath his briefs is so sexy. You let out a shaky breath, and you can just see how fucking huge he is. Impossibly long with a thickness that’ll leave you limping for at least a week or two.

“You know what’s so fucking hilarious, baby? Just moments ago, you were cursing me out, fuming at me and calling me pathetic, but look at you; you’re the pathetic one here. Practically drooling for my cock, so needy as soon as I put my hands on you,” Bucky scoffs, and you know he’s so right. He pulls down his boxers, and you watch as his cock springs out, slapping his lower abdomen and near his pretty Adonis bone.

He roughly pulls you up and sits down on the couch before dragging you onto his lap. You straddle the sides of his thick thighs, and his big cock presses right next to your pussy, between your legs. Beads of precum drip down the shaft of his cock, and some of it even sticks to your skin. “You want my cock, baby? Well, go ahead, you can have it,” he tells you, resting his hands on your hips.

You exhale nervously, knowing that his cock is gonna stretch you out so much, it’ll be borderline painful and pleasurable. You lift your hips up a bit, and Bucky’s hand grasps the base of his cock. He’s sticky and pulsating, a raging red that is almost purple if you squint your eyes enough. He drags it from your swollen little pearl all the way down to your drooling hole. The mild friction is absolutely amazing, making you moan softly.

Bucky shudders as he slowly pushes the tip of his cock inside of you. He almost wants to tease you so badly, make you beg for it until you’re sobbing and going all ditzy for him. But he’s not all the mean, and he can’t possibly be so cruel to the birthday girl. In one swift motion, Bucky pulls you down onto his cock, burying himself inside of you. You toss your head back and cry out as he stretches you painfully. The wet squelching pounds of your pussy are loud, but your moans are much louder.

He curses and bites down on his bottom lip, falling in love with the way your pussy hugs him tightly and the velvet feeling of your walls. No, no, no, he is not falling in love. He’s just desperate, that’s all. It takes you both a few seconds to adjust, and the painful stretch dulls down to immense pleasure. You struggle to control your breathing, though, because you’ve never taken anyone or anything as big and him. Months of wanting and needing him have finally come down to this, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

He hopes you can feel it because nobody can heal it but you. Every single day he thinks about you, and his heart hurts. His heart hurts when he watches you leave and come home, it hurts when you both fight, and it hurts when he believes you could never love him. His mind still tells him that, and yet here you are, riding his cock on your birthday. He notices the way your bottom lip wobbles a bit, and he pities you.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby, you’re doing so good. Ride my cock, birthday girl, I know you can do it,” Bucky praises with the most innocent smile ever. You nod your head and slowly begin to rock your hips, moving them up and down his cock. Bucky is torn; he doesn’t know whether he should stare at your pretty face or at where you’re both connected. Your slick coats his cock and leaves it glistening, and he watches as it disappears and reappears over and over.

His hand returns back onto your hips, and he gently guides you up and down his cock. Your pained whimpers soon turn to loud, slutty, desperate moans, and Bucky begins to fuck up into your cunt, meeting you at every thrust. “Fuck, yeah, that’s my good girl. Riding my cock so fucking good,” Bucky coos, and you can’t help but giggle. Warmth fills your chest, and pleasure blooms immensely in your core, and it’s the exact same for Bucky.

His balls slap against your ass, and his cock drives in and out of you. You ride him at a quicker pace, moaning loudly, and he nudges against your sweet spot. “You look so fucking sexy riding my cock, baby. Could watch you forever an’ ever,” Bucky purrs, gripping your hips even tighter. Electricity crackles up your spine, almost like a burning wire in a destroyed fuse box. Everything is so sensitive, and the searing pleasure builds up inside the two of you.

Beads of sweat drip down your neck, and it is the same for Bucky. His skin shines just like his cock does, and the veins on the side of it throb with every movement. The wet noises and the sound of skin on skin fills the room almost impressively. The neighbours would’ve already filed noise complaints if they still lived here, but they don’t. So Bucky’ll fuck your brains out until you can’t make a sound.

“Fuck, you’re close, aren’t you? Can feel the way that nice little cunt is squeezin’ my cock,” he groans, staring up at you with his jaw slightly slacked. Your eyes have glazed over, and you stare at Bucky’s face. You ride him using his dick for all your needs and wants. It’s just like you’ve imagined, even down to the pleasure you’re feeling. “Mhm, gonna come all over your big cock,” you whimper at a specific thrust.

And he’s close too. Though the serum should make him last longer, your pussy just defies those rules. He fucks into you faster and rougher, and your legs have turned to jelly. You collapse onto his chest and let him pound your pussy into oblivion. Bucky’s chest rumbles with a chain of moan and curses, and you look up at him. His metal arm is icy cold, just like his eyes. But his orbs are darker than regular ice. They resemble black ice more than anything.

The elastic band in your stomach twists up tightly until it can’t do anything but snap. And so it does. The dam breaks, and you’re suddenly coming around Bucky’s cock. Your cum coats his cock and drips down his balls as your body seizes up. Your jaw falls open, and your eyes roll back while you moan loudly. “Fuck, you look so pretty when you come,” Bucky breathes, letting your head fall into the crook of his neck.

You cry out loudly as Bucky sloppily fucks you through your orgasm and chases his own. “I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, knock you up with my kids. Fuck, you’d look so hot with a bump, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of your body,” he moans deeply, feeling his balls tighten up. He tosses his head back and curses, hitting his release. Ropes of cum shoot inside your cunt, painting your walls and even leaking out a bit. Somewhere, deep down inside Bucky, he truly hopes it sticks.

He moans loudly as his hips give a few shallow thrusts, prolonging his orgasm. You both sigh, slick with sweat and other bodily fluids that neither of you cares about. “Happy birthday…” Bucky whispers, pressing a kiss on the side of your head. “T- Thank you… How’d you know, though?” you question, even though his cock is still inside you. “Just did… Listen, I’m sorry–” he starts, but you cut him off. “Shh, I don’t care about anything but you, baby,” you tell him, whispering gently.

“Baby, but you.”

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You’re Safe | Sakusa Kiyoomi

Pairing: Kiyoomi X Reader (female) 

Genre: MAFIA!AU, dad and husbando tehe, fluffy, action? thriller??

Author’s Note: mafia 🤝 protective 🤝 domestic father figure 🤝 SAKUSA

Warnings: k*lling, blood, vivid imagery, LONG, language

gif from @rivaillerose​ 🖤

“Y/N,” a husky voice spoke your name, pulling you from your much needed rest as life of being a new mother had been challenging though so far, it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle

“Y/N, darling.”

You groaned in your sleep, not wanting to wake, to leave the warmth that you were so comfortable laying in

The edge of the bed shifted as a weight sat down beside you, making your body move toward the person

You brought yourself to open your eyes as heavy as they were, your vision clearing to find your husband sat beside you, his mask pulled down to his chin

The room was gloomy and gray though the curtains were open, not a bit of sunlight shining through as he looked down to you with gentle eyes

Despite his softer side with you, he was still the head of the clan - and his appearance matched him as well

He donned a black wool overcoat with the same colored turtleneck and mask

“What is it, Omi?” You asked sleepily as he cupped your cheek with his black gloved hand

His black gloves were always an accessory he had on him, whether he was wearing them or not

He had a thing with germs but he also saw no need to get his hands dirty when his men were always there to do the job for him

You nuzzled your face into his touch, very tempted to fall asleep holding him close but as your mind woke up more and more, you remembered what today was

What he had to do, where he had to go

“I’m leaving soon.. I’ll be back in a few days..” he whispered as he moved a strand of your hair from your face

You wanted to pretend you didn’t hear these words, that he never told you he had to leave or when he did

A part of you wished he left without telling you but an even greater part was so grateful that he woke you

“Do you really have to go again?” You squeezed his gloved hand as you sat yourself up straighter

“You know how my father is... He wants to make sure things are... under control.. I promise I’ll be back in two days.”

The way he spoke, the words fell so effortlessly from those lips, his voice low and cutting through the space yet he spoke at a volume as if he was telling you a great secret

“You said that last time and he kept you with him for a couple weeks...” you thought back to that time

You were seven months pregnant, almost eight, at the time and it was like he fell off the face of the earth

You couldn’t go anywhere or do anything but reside in the manor and you couldn’t even talk to him

You were alone again

“Don’t go...”

the nights in bed alone, the cramps, emotional rollercoasters, motion sickness, nausea

You at least wished he could have called you

The nightmares you had, the worst case scenarios playing in your head until you woke up with tears streaming down your face, only for you to cry yourself silently back to sleep as fear pooled and plagued you from within

He could see the sadness in your eyes and he could remember vividly the mental torture he was put under

No communication to you and all he could at most to see you was through the hidden cameras all connected to his phone  

Even checking in on you had to be done in secret, all to make sure that he was strong enough to continue on the family business even if he had to lose you or be away for unpredictable amounts of time

It was unbearable then and it was still unbearable now

He never asked to grow up into the business of the underworld, let alone take it over from his father at the prime age of 20 four years ago

He never wanted your life to be taken away when you two had already been together when he was recruited

“I’m sorry, darling, but you know I have to,” he sighed. “You know how my father is.” He cupped your cheek and kissed your temple then lips before he stood

“Am I going to lose you?” Your voice broke the silence, breaking through the white sound of the downpour outside

But you had stopped your question early

“Am I going to lose you today? Tomorrow? One day?”

He stood frozen in his place before he could reach for the knob

“No, Y/N. You won’t.” His eyes paused for a bit on you as he thought about his response, the fatigue of being a mother was already showing. “I’ll be able to call you this time and I’m the head now. The only title my father has to me now is father.”

“You won’t.” He stepped back over to you leaned down to kiss you again. “Not today at least…”

“I’ll call you at supper time, darling. Have a good day.”

You did your best to hold onto his hand as long as you could, to remember his touch, his voice, his scent, the way he looked before he walked out those doors

Because some days or nights, you never truly know if you would ever see him again

And it terrified you

The sound of the rain only seemed to get more intense now that he was gone and you were here

But now your day was beginning now that you were awake

You slipped out of the king sized bed, leaving the warmth you had slept in as the soft carpet at your feet, your toes sinking into the fibers

Brushing your teeth, showering in the grand bathroom of the manor, it was a life you surely never expected but here you were

Kiyoomi’s father and his entire family had built their name from nothing to the global known corporation that it was today

You dried your body off, finding what to wear today through the walk in closet and once that was found, it was breakfast

“Good morning, madam, shall I bring you your breakfast to the master suite?” Your right hand maid had greeted you as you stepped out as she carried the laundry with her

“Oh, thank you, Olivia, but I’ll head down to the kitchen after waking D/N,” you smiled to the older maid that had worked for the Sakusa family for decades

All the staff that worked and lived in the estates on the property outside of the manor were trained security, men and women, whose jobs were to protect the main family, to serve them, and to keep others who would pose a threat away and out, even if it meant killing them

But you always tried not to think or wonder about how many people these staff have killed or beat up or anything whenever you interacted with them, especially when they greeted you with a smile

They were there to protect you and to make sure that nothing and no would would ever harm your life

You stepped into the nursery, the wide room decorated with warm lights and stuffed animals, some more than twice the size of your daughter

“Hi,” you smiled so brightly seeing your baby’s eyes already open, looking up to you as she sat in her crib, holding onto her blankie. “Good morning precious,” you lowered the front gate of the crib so you could kneel down to her level

Sakusa sat in the limousine as he watched the scene of you and your daughter in the nursery, wishing he could just turn the car around and to stay home

Things were in balance, he knew this already but his father’s orders were orders he still had to respect

He clicked off his phone, tucking the device into his pocket as he was to be in the car for quite a bit of time before he would get to his father’s

The biggest smile spread on her face as she laughed seeing you, her bubbliness seeming to make all the gloominess disappear

“Let’s get you changed~” you chimed as you lifted the baby girl into your arms, getting a whiff of her heavy diaper and finding an outfit for her day 

“Olivia?” You called into the custom intercom by the nursery’s closet, though there was practically one in every room

“Yes, madam?”

“Sorry for troubling you, but could you actually bring breakfast for D/N and I up to the upstairs loft? You could even send it up the dumbwaiter and that’s fine too.”

“Of course, would you like the usual?”

“Yes please, thank you.”

You carried your little girl toward the upstairs loft, one of your favorite areas of the house since it was significantly smaller - well almost - than the living room downstairs

The loft didn’t extend all the way downstairs like how the ground floor’s living room ceiling extended to the second floor

More than ten thousand square feet of property, more rooms in the manor than you knew what to do with them

Four guest bedrooms with full bathrooms, a grand study and two story “little” library, two main bedrooms in addition to the master bedroom and a nursery

So much space, all sorts of technologies, gadgets and gizmos of all sorts in the house

All the systems in the house was made by the Sakusa corporation to ensure security

This even included your and Kiyoomi’s custom made phones

There was also the basement- all sorts of fun activities to be done: a pool, pool table, living room area that opened up to the backyard with the bar and barbecue, the fire pit

and finally, there was the cellar that was the only place Kiyoomi had requested that you never go - and you never did 

You knew that look in his eye, that tone of voice and you knew he had requested this for your best

And most importantly, there were three safe rooms, all three upstairs with hidden entryways to protect you, official guests, and anyone in the family

Before you knew it, Olivia had made her way upstairs with the breakfast as you played with your daughter in the loft, bouncing her on your lap sat on the wide couch

The loft was brightly lit and open, toys of all types for your daughter to play with as the TV played the morning kids show

As filled as the house was with the special staff and things to do, it still felt so lonely and empty as you sat there

You had tried to chat and converse with them but they never loosened up, always keeping all the formalities but it was never any use

The storm outside seemed to be getting worse as your eyes gazed to the horizon, spotting the trees at the edge of the estate where all their branches had been swaying in the wind, the paler, underside of their leaves revealed

Thunder began to rumble in the distance with the occasional flash of lightning but both unbothered your daughter and you as the two of you remained in the loft  

You watched as she rolled about on a blanket, playing with her stuffed animals and the other interactive toys that played music to keep her entertained while you watched the TV, finding nothing remotely as entertaining to watch

But just before you could change the channel to yet another disappointing channel, your attention was pulled to your phone vibrating beside you, your eyes lighting up as you saw the caller ID

“You seem so bored,” Kiyoomi’s deep voice sounded through the phone but he spoke the truth

You were tired and bored but you didn’t want to sleep - it would only make you unable to sleep later tonight anyways

“I am,” you sighed as you muted the TV. “How far out have you gone?”

“Actually, not too far. Only about half an hour since there was a major accident on the highway so we had to take a detour. But traffic is terrible so we were stuck for quite a bit before we could actually exit,” Sakusa almost groaned thinking about the terrible accident

How he was stuck in a single place for practically twenty minutes

“Wow, do you know what happened?”

“Well there was a…” his voice drowned out in your ears as you could hear something that didn’t sound like rain or thunder - they were too distinctly different

Loud bangs echoed in the distance, bringing your attention elsewhere though all you could look was outside the wall window to the dark skies  

But you couldn’t see anything except the normal background of the property but it was just silent again with the white noise of rain washing down the glass, followed by thunder and a flash of lightning as the storm brewed closer and closer

“I’m sorry what? I missed what you said... I think I heard… something weird..” you spoke as you looked outside the windows that looked to the back of the property

You could hear echoes of movement downstairs, the bustling business of the special staff in the house but it sounded standard... or so you thought

“What did you hear?”

“..I don’t know.. maybe it was the storm and I’m just distracted...” you smiled into the phone as you spoke while your daughter happily crawled to you, laying her head on your legs, her puffy cheeks round as ever

“Well, you two were my only source of entertainment so far this trip,” the corner of his lips curled as he picked off small specks off his suit

“That makes one… of us-“ your thought died out in a matter of seconds

You heard louder, clearer bangs while the staff that had been stationed with you just outside the loft talked over their ear coms to another elsewhere

Before you could continue your sentence or call, the bangs only got louder and your body reacted faster than you could say or think

Clear gunshots began firing at the front entrance, echoing off the high walls and ceilings of the manor while the staff worked on securing the doors and all other entrances and possible ones

“Y/N?” Sakusa could only hear the subtle commotion happening but it was clear you weren’t on the phone. “Shit shit shit..” he stayed on the line as he changed to the security cameras he had access to he used to watch you and your guys’ daughter

Looking through the camera surveillance, he caught a glimpse of you disappearing with your phone in hand while your arms carried your daughter as you disappeared toward the bedroom

“Turn back now,” Kiyoomi howled as his driver did just that, not wasting a single second

You ran into the master suite’s walk in closet that led to the entryway of one of the safe rooms, your baby girl in your arms as she held on to you  her whines already beginning before they would turn into cries

“Shh, it’s okay, baby, mama’s gonna protect you,” you smiled, whispering, your voice already shaky, lips trembling as you pressed a little kiss to the top of her head. “Even if it costs my life, precious.”

You moved, leaving the master suite and stayed low as you walked across the “bridge” that connected the loft to the other half of the house

Peeking down, you could hear groans of agony, puddles and splashes of of blood on the floor and walls, empty bullet shells on the ground, shards of glass and broken windows

“Search the house, find that bitch,” a deep voice yelled through the manor as for the first time since the loud bangs happened, it sounded so still, like any normal rainy day

But this was far from normal

You crawled across the marble flooring toward the library

There wasn’t any safe room here but the safe rooms were sure to be where they would look, whoever they were

They were able to get through the security, it seemed like the staff was dead

You silently stood as they scoured the lower levels - you could hear them and all the destruction they were havocking

The cars outside the window blurred into mere colors that passed as the limousine sped through the roads back towards the manor

To save time, they went toward the back roads — it was just the slightest bit longer but time could be shaved down since there were no cars anywhere

“Step on it!” Sakusa commanded as his men readied themselves. “Call in Unit 0,” he demanded as he kept his eyes on the cameras, trying to find you yet he couldn’t see you in the master suite’s safe room

Unit 0 being one of the few very highly trained professional assassins and killers who were at the disposal of the Sakusa family whenever needed

He scoured through the cameras, not even caring about all the destruction being done, all he needed to see was where you and your daughter were

You carefully entered the library, shutting the door behind you as you walked over the wooden floors carefully

Every step made your palms sweaty but your heart stopped after hearing a loud creak in the old floors

The worst part was that there was no way to lock the doors

outside of the door, you couldn’t hear too much but you could still clearly hear the storm as a great big window stretched from the floor to ceiling so all the lighting in here was natural

There was something about the walls surrounding the library that made it sound proof in a sense

You constantly bounced your baby girl in your arms to keep her calm as you tried to get a look outside as you approached one of the corners toward the window

“Search upstairs,” one of the men demanded as a handful of men ran upstairs. “Find her.”

The scoured through all the rooms, flipping every room apart, destroying things, tearing the curtains off, flipping the beds, wrecking the nursery

You peeked out the window that faced the front of the manor yet all you could see were broken things and to your horror, more lifeless bodies of the manor’s staff

But before you could look out any longer, a large rock was launched at the window, breaking the glass, shattering it

Your baby girl let out a loud cry in fear, making your heart drop

“No, D/N, shhhh, please, it’ll be okay, we’ll be okay.” You quickly pulled open the latch to the library’s hidden passage where the door was one of the bookcases

As soon as you closed the bookcase, you heard the door to the library burst open

Several men, guns ready

You scanned your finger print for the room to be safely locked however it wouldn’t let you. All you could do to make sure the room was locked was to see your body to keep the door shut and still

They walked through the wide open doorway to the library scanning the two open floors that was connected by two black steel staircases that wound their way up and down, connecting the two floors

“Shh, please,” you whimpered to your daughter as she cried into your chest as you stayed by the passage’s door so you could look out the peephole

They pulled books off the shelves, throwing them from the second level to the first, knocking the paintings off the walls, ripping them by sliding their knives through the canvas’, kicking them, breaking the frames

The ground shook as you heard a a loud boom, making you jump in your spot, the ground rumbling and shaking below where you sat

It sounded like a bomb went off on the lower level but you assumed it was the cars in the garage since you could hear the repeating alarm sounding off

Your daughters cries began to start back up at the loud noise, as you did your best to shush her

“Shhh, it’s okay,” you whispered to her as you wiped her tears, keeping her face to your chest as you stroked your trembling hand down her back as tears trickled down your cheeks and dripped off your chin

The limousine slid on the gravel outside the manor as Sakusa’s men sprang to action from the vehicle

Kiyoomi stayed in his seat, continuously scouring through the cameras but you were yet to be found

He couldn’t find a single trace of you

His men, as well as unit 0, entered through the blown open entrance, broken shards of glass crunching beneath their steps as they surrounded the estate the best they could, splitting up to eliminate the intruders

“Where are you, Y/N?” His heart hammered in his chest as he desperately tried to find you yet nothing

But before he could look any further, his heart dropped seeing the red system failure message. Whoever these people were, they were impressive, but not fast enough

Kiyoomi now meant business now that he had no access to actually see if you were okay

He ran out of the limousine as gunshots could be heard all throughout the house as half his men made their way to the upper level while the other half wiped out the intruders on the lower level

He followed behind unit 0, making their way upstairs

He clung onto his gun tightly in his hand, finger ready on the trigger as he barged into the master suite, firing two bullets into the chest and head of a large man as he was pillaging the closets

All the precious jewelry he bought for you were now stained in the pool of the filthy blood of the man who had the audacity to enter the premises

His heart almost dropped seeing him in the closet in the first place but it didn’t seem like the man noticed the entrance to the safe room behind the clothes on the hangers

As he pushed the luxurious wardrobe aside opening the door and to his fear, you were nowhere to be seen

More gunshots sounded off, echoing through the halls, sounding off the walls

He couldn’t focus, his thoughts incoherent, unfinished sentences running in his head as he just ran, killing those in his way to find you

A gun war was going off throughout the library as Sakusa’s men fired at the intruders on both levels but they had great firepower too

Both sides hid behind the marble pillars, the different bookshelves and furniture in the room as the rain showered in

Your baby girl cried loudly, her shaken cries sounding off throughout the passage

“No, no, no, please, baby.” Your heart raced as you dared to look out the peephole, only for it to drop as you saw a man you didn’t recognize yell something to another man near him

The man he yelled to fired more shots while the other one approached the passage entrance, banging noises coming through the bookshelf

“She’s in here! Hold them off!” The man yelled

“No, no, no.” Tears welled in your eyes as you did your best to keep the door closed but there was no actual way to since this was just a simple passageway

Your daughter cried loudly in your arms while you gave it your all to keep the door closed

Amongst all the shots being fired, Kiyoomi heard the words the man yelled and then it clicked

He knew where you were

“No.” This one word repeated in his head as he pushed through the front, racing past the bullets being shot towards him as he ran on pure adrenaline

“Boss, no!” His men yelled but this only got the intruders to focus on him, giving them the opening to shoot them all

Kiyoomi shot the man closer to him in the legs before letting his body move on pure killer instinct as he grabbed the man who had fallen to his knees by his jaw, snapping his neck

The other man changed his focus to Kiyoomi as he stood to his feet while the other struggled to pull his gun from his holster

Kiyoomi towered over him as his body moved on his own

He kicked the man to the wall, pressing the barrel of his gun to the man’s chin, pulling the trigger without a second thought

You squeeze your eyes shut, facing the other way from the door, bracing yourself

“I love you. Mama loves you, baby,” you whispered as you cried, a loud rumbling filling your ears as you felt the door being forced open

This was it

You were going to die

Your daughter was doing to die

you let out a blood curtling scream feeling the hands of whoever grab onto you, pulling you, kicking your legs to try to fight 

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!” Kiyoomi’s familiar voice sounded louder and louder over the rumbling you heard in your ears from clenching and bracing your body and your daughter’s

“It’s me, It’s just me!” He soothed you as he turned you

You couldn’t explain or even begin to describe the relief you felt wash through your body, your heart racing and slowing down at the same time as you broke down, your cries mixing with your daughter’s

“You’re safe, I’m here,” Kiyoomi pulled you into his arms, your body shaking terribly in his arms as you cried into his chest, all the fear you felt flooding your senses

“I know, I’m sorry this happened, but you’re okay. Everything will be okay,” he whispered as he pulled you into his lap, keeping the passage door somewhat closed

You were already put through enough today and he didn’t need you to see the second degree murder crime scene he had committed right outside

“I’m here, I’m here.” He reached up and pulled his mask off as he kissed the top of your head all over, wiping away your tears with his thumbs but you couldn’t stop crying

But that was entirely fine

“But Y/N,” he held your face in his bare hands, his normal gloves off as he stroked his thumb over your cold, damp cheeks

“Why didn’t you go into the safe rooms, darling?” His own voice was unsteady, his lips quivered, eyes teary. “I looked for you and I couldn’t find you and I thought I lost you..” His voice broke off as he gathered himself the best he could, taking deep breaths

Seeing Kiyoomi like this, it broke your heart even more

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what… I was just scared and- and-“ It hurt you so much

Everything about today did

But just this moment was Kiyoomi, it also touched you

He was such a stoic man, usually one to show a softer, affectionate side with you but this was the first time you saw him shed tears

A man who had taken so many lives was now showing his true emotions for the two lives he would give his own live for a hundred times over if it meant you and your daughter was okay

“I know, I know, but you’re safe,” he let out a deep, relieving breath as he hugged your head closer, your body shaking uncontrollably in his arms

“And hey, shhh, it’s okay baby. Papa’s here.” He stroked your daughter’s head as she sort of calmed down as the two of you sat together, doing your best as parents to shoo away her sadness while his men did their best to first and foremost clear the bodies and blood

You absolutely did not need to see that after today

“You two are both safe.” He breathed as he pulled you two impossibly closer, letting the shakiness of his own heart disperse  

“You’re safe…”

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HHNNNNNG please more moth boys? 🥺🥺🥺

(thank you @shikyokage742 for sending in some lovely headcanons- they were super adorable and I've noted with a lil (*) which of these headcanons were directly inspired by theirs!)

Sans:

(*) Sans gets the majority of his den decorations from animal prey. Feathers everywhere, downy tufts floating around, thick fur blankets and woolly sheets. It looks a mess... but it’s comfy, and smells homey.

He loves full moons. He can see everything, but nothing can see him.

Scents are a surprisingly big deal to him- he always needs his den to smell good, safe, fresh but also warm and inviting... hopefully that way, when he kidnaps convinces her to visit, she’ll like it enough to stay.

His wings feel surprisingly sleek to the touch- like iridescent silk. He has no idea how he has such nice wings but he isn’t complaining

Fortunately, he has enough braincells to know that Mc won’t appreciate being gifted dead things. Humans are easily frightened like that. He satisfies his instinct to share his hunts with her by finding ways to give her pretty feathers from birds he’s killed.

Moth monsters can give off a variety of pheromones. Some are to fool prey, scare away rivals, lure in mates, all three at once... but Sans? He has a curious proficiency in a scent that has the power to lull someone into a deep sleep. The only downside is that he has to get very close for the full effect to take place.

...

So... why not come give him a hug? His wings are so soft, after all. That’s it, nice and close... don’t be shy.

Red:

He’s active the deepest into the day of the three boys. Sure, the other two will be around in the day if they think they have a chance of catching up to Mc; but Red is the only one who’ll actually stick around in the sun after she’s gone. He particularly enjoys sunrise. 

(He’s trying to acclimatise to being active in the day so there’s less reasons for Mc to not be with him)

Every time he makes her laugh, even by accident, he thinks about it for days.

(*) Once again Red’s love of nesting transcends AUs. He steals blankets and pillows and tapestries from travellers and merchants and even some nearby homes in order to construct a blissfully comfy bed his future mate will never want to leave.

The most likely of the three to get aggressive with humans he considers a threat. All of them would attack a human contender for Mc’s heart, but Sans has more self control and Skull is unlikely to ever encounter one.

There’s a few different ways moths can court their intended. Displays of strength and speed, wing size and colour, pheromones, examples of hunting prowess... and although his wings are certainly visually impressive and his pheromones have an attractive smoky scent, he actually (privately) prefers a much gentler method of courtship.

... It’s singing. It sounds, to humans, like pleasantly harmonising humming- it’s gentle on the ears and oddly hypnotic. Sometimes when he’s happy around her he starts humming without realising

He absolutely hates rain

Skull:

(*) His love of soft things has pushed him to pick up weaving in his spare time. His den is full of silky & fluffy handmade items; pillows, blankets, throws, perhaps even items of clothing for his future mate... to the point where almost every inch of the den is layered with his creations.

Because of his bad eyesight, dark home and reliance on touch, he genuinely cannot stand it if he finds a bare spot of wall in his den. If he does he’s spending the next few hours creating something to patch it up.

No amount of weaving can fill the silence, though.

He’s so lonely

Rain is usually very annoying for the moth monsters- it makes them soggy and heavy, wings take forever to dry. But Skull enjoys rain. Everything goes so peaceful when it rains... he likes sitting at the entrance to his den and watching.

His hearing is phenomenal. All the moth monsters have terrifyingly good hearing, but Skull really takes the cake- he can map objects and rooms three dimensionally. He can tell what someone looks like by leaning close and humming, and hearing the way his voice bounces off the planes of their face.

All of the moths would be amazing blankets but you can imagine, thanks to the size & fluffiness & heaviness of his wings, just how amazing it would feel to get wrapped up with him.

He likes singing too. He isn’t very good at it, but... he’ll try. For her.

[hypmic-writings]

Hi I'm so happy you're taking request again can you write a scenario about ichiro samatoki and dice finding out their girlfriend has abusive parents please?

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Pairings: Ichiro Yamada x reader; Samatoki Aohitsugi x reader; Dice Arisugawa x reader

Genre: Angst; Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Mentions of physical and verbal abuse

A/N: This one was quite heavy to write out, and could potentially be triggering to many people so please read the warnings and request carefully. Thank you for requesting~

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Ichiro Yamada

Family is something that’s incredibly important to Ichiro and he loves his brothers unconditionally

so his heart absolutely shatters when he finds out that your parents are being abusive towards you

he’s immediately concerned, pulling you into a bear hug and pressing kisses all over your face, wanting you to know how much he loves you

because if your parents won’t give you the love that you so rightfully deserve, he’ll be happy to give it to you

Ichiro sits you down on the couch and cuddles up with you under a big blanket, refusing to let you leave his side as you tell him everything

you tell him about every little moment you think of and in shocking detail that only leaves Ichiro wanting to love you more and more

he’s disgusted by your parents and thinks it’s absolutely appalling that they could act this way towards you

he remembers how warm and loving his mother was towards him, and he misses her every day

he can’t imagine not being able to have someone in his life like his mom who showed him such unconditional love

even though his dad was a bit of a deadbeat and left him and his brothers, he was never outright verbally or physically abusive towards him

Ichiro encourages you to leave the house, saying that he would be more than happy if you came and lived with him and his brothers

he would mention it every time you hung out with him or went on a date, just wanting to do everything in his power to get you out of the situation

Ichiro definitely uses his connections and his brothers’ help to try to dig up some dirt on your parents 

but as much as he would want to use it as blackmail or take some sort of drastic measures, he knows this is a delicate topic for you

he wouldn’t do anything without your consent, but as soon as you give it to him, he’s more than happy to blackmail, call the cops, or a multitude of other plans that he has in place

at the end of the day, though, his main priority will be you and your wellbeing

whenever you text him that your family is too much and you can’t take it anymore, he’s instantly at your house, offering to go on a walk

or taking you out on a fun date to an amusement park or the arcade get your mind off of things

as much as possible, he wants you to be smiling and happy

and if that means he has to take you out for ice cream every day just to make sure that you know you’re loved, then that’s what he’ll do

he’s constantly going to be giving you verbal affirmation and encouraging you to do the things you love, wanting to make sure that you know you’re loved and that you’re not alone

because he considers you to be part of his family and he would do anything to make you feel safe and sound

Samatoki Aohitsugi

Having had abusive parents himself, Samatoki is no stranger to a difficult home life and he would never wish that on anyone

so when he finds out that your parents are being abusive towards you, it practically sends him into a fit of rage

it’s a calm rage at first, the kind where he just has to slowly take a puff of his cigarette and nod, trying to contain himself so he doesn’t snap

but then as soon as you start to talk more about it, he finds himself getting more and more angry

it’s difficult for Samatoki to contain his emotions, especially when it’s something that hits so close to home for him

I can imagine him having flashbacks to his childhood, trying to protect Nemu from his father and always getting the brunt of the beatings

he’ll try to stay calm for your sake though, knowing that his abuse was all in the past but that yours is still happening

so he’ll do his best to push down his rage, pulling you into his arms and refusing to let go as the two of you silently cry into each others’ shoulders

even though he hates crying in front of you and he’ll never admit it

Samatoki will listen to everything you have to say with understanding and despite his hardened exterior, he’ll confide in you about his own past

normally he doesn’t share things like that with other people in his life, but you’re special and he loves you, so he wants to make sure that you don’t feel like you’re going through this alone

whenever you come to him and tell him about what your parents have said/done, Samatoki is immediately telling you how wrong they are

and every time you bring it up, Samatoki will act it’s like the first time you’ve talked about it, becoming angered and disgusted by your parents actions towards you

sometimes he even mumbles things about how ‘that’s not what real love is’ and that ‘nobody would treat someone they truly care about that way’

he won’t ask you if you want him to confront your parents because he knows you’ll say no or try to stop him

regardless, Samatoki will most likely do something to stop the abuse, initially using violence and sending a handful of Yakuza members to threaten your parents to stop abusing you

but if it continues, he’s going to lay down his pride and call up Juto, demanding that the policeman do something to help

if will be hard to convince Samatoki not to intervene once he knows of your abuse because he just can’t take it lying down

and he would never be able to live with himself if he didn’t do everything in his power to keep you safe

through it all, he’s going to be by your side, constantly reassuring you that everything will be okay and that you’re blameless in everything

that you’re perfect and that he’ll sweep you away from your parents as soon as he can so that you’ll never suffer at their abusive hands again

Dice Arisugawa

Dice has a complicated history with his family, and although his parents might have been absent, they were never abusive

so when you tell him all of the horrible things your parents are doing to you, he actually goes silent for the first time in his life

he’s horrified, and rightfully so, that anyone would treat you that way, especially your parents who claim to love you

at first he doesn’t really know what to say, words were never his strong suit and there doesn’t really seem to be a right answer to your problem

so instead, he just lets you pour your heart out to him and does a very non-Dice thing - he listens

he’ll listen to you cry and vent and rant until you’re out of breath, and only then will he pull you into his arms

he’ll let you cry for as long as you want and he won’t tease you or say anything snarky about it

after he’s had some time to process your situation, that’s when Dice will be back to his old self, cursing your parents and being irritated whenever you bring them up

he won’t hold himself back from voicing his opinions, constantly urging you to leave the household as soon as you can

he’ll even ask if you would want your own apartment, and would offer to give you some of his gambling winnings to put towards the first month’s rent

which will leave you flabbergasted and completely shocked because you’ve never seen him take a situation this seriously before

Dice just wants you to be safe and happy, and he knows that you are neither of those things at your house with your parents

it’ll bring up the memories of his own family and Dice might even float the idea of asking his mother for some money to help you - something he swore he would never do after leaving home when he was young

he had promised himself he would make it on his own, but this is different

your safety is on the line and Dice loves you too much to let a little thing like pride get in the way of your safety

whenever he wins enough to get a hotel for the night, he’s always texting you and begging you to come and stay with him if only to get out of the house for a little while

and he’s always mentally knocking himself for not saving up to have an apartment that you could stay at 

but despite this, he’s going to do anything and everything in his power to help you as much as he can

Dice will make it his job to make you smile as often as possible, ramping up the jokes and trying to make you laugh every day

he wants you to know how much he loves you, so he’ll constantly be around you just pinching your cheek or resting his head against you 

somehow always wanting to touch you to let you know that he’s there and that you’ll always be safe when he’s around

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[i-did-not-mean-to]

hi it's 🍃 leafy!

My bf actually came up with the idea lol!

OKAY IMAGINE TRYING TO WAKE LEGOLAS UP AND HE'S JUST LIKE "no." SO YOU GIVE UP AND JUST SPEND SOME TIME IN BED WITH HIM 🥰🥰

But then you have to wake up to do your chores, Leggy still in head. Thranduil is worried and comes to look at him... BUT LEGGY THINKS IT'S STILL YOU TRYING TO WAKE HIM UP AND PULLS HIS FATHER TO BED AND CUDDLES HIM! LMAO!

Thranduil is a mix between awe and WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU SON?

You return to see this too!

Please could you write this whenever you are feeling better? I wanted to send it in in case I forget, because I have the memory of a stupid minion!

Thanking you 💜💚

Dearest leafy anon, of course...this was a pleasure to write and here it is <3

Words: 1,5 k

Warnings: none

Characters: Legolas x reader, & Thranduil

“Prince,” you purred, laughing when Legolas merely nuzzled closer into your bare shoulder, “we’ve got to get up.”

“No.”

His definitive grunt, holding quite a bit of that stubborn haughtiness he got from his father, made you chuckle once more; Legolas was a dear creature – brave, generous, and kind – but he was also almost impossible to wake up in the morning.

Or at least that was your experience; it was true that he had accomplished exceptional deeds of valour and steadfastness in the past and you had often wondered how he had managed to defeat so much evil when you had to all but drag him out from between the sheets most of the time, but you had not been particularly eager to seek out the council of the king on that subject.

When awake and asked about it, Legolas would usually say that it was your warm, fragrant, comfortable presence that made him so reluctant to let you leave his arms and that, hence, he was easily dissuaded from starting his own day just yet.

Pressing your lips against his fair brow, you resigned yourself to whiling away a bit more time in his tender embrace. Even though you were fiercely aware of the duties awaiting you – piling up in your absence and promising a stressful day of running late for every one of them – you could not resist the seductive pull of his strong limbs that kept drawing you in until you lay – cradled safely – against his broad, muscled chest.

There was not a thing you didn’t love about him; you adored the way he smelled in the morning – green growth and fertile earth – and the feeling of his smooth skin under your dancing fingertips; idly, you pencilled a list of your plans for the day onto his collarbone in the invisible ink of your love and looked up just in time to see the dreamy smile that made his lips quirk.

Strands of his hair – shining silver in the early morning light filtering through the badly drawn curtains – wrapped around your fingers as you caressed his head as if his whole being was loath to let go of you.

“Legolas,” you tried again after another long moment of getting lost in his ethereal and almost heart-breaking innocence, “I really have to get up now. Join me, my love?” 

He hummed vaguely and you sighed; extricating yourself from the sweet cage of his arms and legs coiled around like vines felt like tearing off your own skin. 

If it had not been of the utmost importance that at least one of you should appear at the meeting about to begin, you would have liked nothing better than to stay holed up in your nest of tangled sheets and deep affection for little while longer.

Dressing quickly, you strode out of the room – regret shivering down cold and clammy your throat – and made your way to the meeting room before you could change your mind.

Legolas’ disgruntled moan had sunk sharp hooks of discontentment into your flesh that now released the slow poison of impatience into your bloodstream though; every step was torture and every breath you took shallow with yearning.

“It has been cancelled,” the king – holding a piece of bread slathered in honey – informed you dryly. When his eyes sought but did not find his son at your side, his brows rose in surprise.

Your anger froze into incredulity; this was just your luck – to have struggled so in vain – and a mean streak of petulance started to flare into life upon seeing the placid face of your father-in-law.

“Where is my son?” he asked, already casting aside his breakfast, and standing in a flurry of rich robes; apparently, you were not the only person who had gotten up on the wrong side of the bed. In your case, the whole problem had been getting up at all, but Thranduil seemed considerably dismayed as well.

“In bed,” you replied curtly while eyeing the discarded food covetously; you truly hoped that Legolas would be down any minute and would hence join you while you were breaking your fast; otherwise, you’d prepare a tray and take it up to him for a romantic meal under the covers.

Uttering one of those non-committal guttural sounds that were so typical for Thranduil – at least in private - the king nodded and left the room without any further explanation.

Shrugging, you snatched a morsel from the leftovers of his meal and – while chewing slowly – you put together a solid meal for your beloved and yourself. 

Puttering around, you suddenly became aware of how much time really had passed since you had first opened your eyes when the sun had reached a point in the sky from whence it could slant into the room and paint dancing flecks of gold onto the smooth floor.

When had you come down here by yourself? How long had Thranduil been gone?

Slightly worried yourself now, you wiped your mouth, lifted your carefully arrayed tray, and retraced your steps to check on your two favourite royals.

Legolas knew that he probably should be getting up and – just as he had almost convinced himself that lying in bed was not worth angering his father without having his beloved by his side – a warm hand came to rest on his bare shoulder.

Without thinking twice, he grabbed it and tugged, overjoyed that you had decided to skip the meeting and join him in bed once more.

“M’father can wait,” he mumbled, nuzzling into his pillow, and dragging your arm – when had it become so long? – over his shoulder to cuddle deeper into the stolen embrace.

This was just what he had needed: the warmth of another body beside him and the certainty that he was loved and protected here within these hallowed halls that kept the darkness of the world at bay.

The massive ring banging against his forehead made his eyes fly open though; your fingers were nowhere near as long as the ones he was holding, and he was sure that you had not been swaddled in the long robes that were now entangling his legs when you had left your chambers.

“Good morning, son,” Thranduil chuckled good-humouredly, relieved to find that there was nothing amiss with his Little Leaf other than laziness. 

It had been years since he had last been invited to sit by his son’s bedside and caress his soft hair in comfort and solidarity; if he was honest, he often missed those fleeting moments of paternal pride and tenderness. 

The seed he had cradled and nurtured had burst into bloom – shooting up and away from his roots at a dizzying speed – and it now no longer needed the affectionate tending of an old king; Thranduil hated having become obsolete in the life of the one he would have kept under his wing for all eternity.

Just in that moment, you burst through the door to find your venerable king half hanging off the bed you shared with Legolas, half thrown across that very same prince as if he was a light shawl one wraps around one’s shoulders against the autumn chill.

You blinked, but they were still lying thus, a grotesque painting of domestic and familial bliss.

Blindingly handsome, they looked as if poured out of the vat of starlight, as if moulded out of gold and silver, as if crafted out of diamond and moonstone, and a fond smile of emotion tugged at the corners of your lips.

“Father!” Legolas cried out, flinging away the arm hitherto slung around his shoulders with enough vehemence to all but toss the king out of the bed, “Whatever do you think you’re doing?”

“I was worried you were taken ill,” Thranduil griped, slightly vexed by his son’s reaction.

“I am not,” Legolas hissed, pulling the blanket up to his chin as if he’d never been seen undressed before, “now, if you would remove yourself from my bed, please?”

“Legolas,” you chided sharply, “your esteemed father and king has come to inquire after your well-being, the least you can do is be civil about your own lack of discipline.”

“Sorry,” Legolas muttered immediately, visibly chastised but meeting his father’s wounded gaze bravely, “I apologise, father, thank you for looking in on me and holding me as you’ve done all my life.”

A moment of deep complicity and unfiltered love played out before you and you felt humbled and honoured to be allowed to witness such a rare instance of earnest vulnerability between two fearsome warriors and dreaded foes to the forces of darkness. Then, as they both looked up at you rather sheepishly – silken hair dishevelled and light eyes flickering with embarrassment – you added: “Neither one of you has had breakfast…how about you both get your hair fixed and I’ll await you in the adjoining sitting room?”

As you walked over to the sunny room you had just crossed in such a hurry and laid out the breakfast, you sighed, they were chaos and mischief poured into shapely, living flesh, and you loved them more than words could say.

So, here's another Leggy story from me, featuring soft Thrandy and surprising cuddles!

Lots of love from me; I hope this was to your liking <3

[earlgreydream]

doubts.

| loki x reader | fluff |

anon requested. loki kinda degraded sub!reader and she scrunches up all tiny and sobs afterwards because she thought he meant what he said

cw: slightly smutty, slightly angsty

You begged Loki to let you come, fighting against the magical restraints your dom had placed around your wrists and ankles. 

“Oh, you want to come so bad you’re crying? You desperate, pathetic whore. You’re so fucking filthy, have you no shame?” Loki sneered, the words sending arousal pooling deep in your belly, even though you fought against it. Your body jolted at the slap administered to your inner thigh, a pained cry escaping your lips. 

You’d been acting up and testing Loki’s patience, which is what earned you this punishment, your pleasure being dangled in front of you, just out of reach. You’d broken his rules, and he’d had enough of your attitude. 

“Come now before I change my mind,” Loki’s tone was dangerous, and the pressure inside of you shattered. He followed your lead, finishing inside of you before he pulled out and made the restraints vanish. 

As the pleasure wore off, his words echoing in your mind, You desperate, pathetic whore. You’re so fucking filthy, have you no shame?

Loki stood off of the bed, going to run you a hot shower. As soon as he’d stepped away, a sob tore through your chest, your shoulders heaving as you cried. You curled up in a ball, feeling small and alone on his massive bed. 

Loki heard you crying, and he felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. He abandoned the shower and ran to your side, kneeling down on the bed. You looked so tiny and fragile, folding in on yourself. His chest ached when he heard your soft sounds and saw the way your hands trembled as you tugged at your hair, trying to self-soothe. He reached out to pull your hands away, wanting to keep you from anxiously tearing the hair from your sensitive head.

“My darling-” his voice cracked when you jerked away from him. You hiccuped on your broken sobs as they wrecked you, emotion flooding every last thought and turning you into a mess. 

Loki’s magic sparked around you, cleaning you up and leaving you both in loose clothing. The green shimmer surrounded you, Loki’s fruitless attempt to touch you without frightening you. It was warm, and seemed to buzz with its own life, but didn’t make you feel any better. 

“My darling, have I hurt you? Tell me whatever is wrong so that I may fix it,” Loki begged, wanting nothing more than to pull you into his arms. 

“Don’t touch me, please,” you tried to catch your breath, wanting to get your keys and leave. 

He sank back, giving you space. His eyes were concerned and sad, and he fought against the urge to pierce into your mind, ripping the truth from you. The door vanished from the wall as you tried to run out, and you whipped around to face the god, who was kneeling on the bed and looking wounded. There was no exit, Loki keeping you contained to the bedroom until your devastation was resolved. 

“Y/N, I won’t let you leave when you’re so upset. You cannot drive safely. If you wish, I can take you anywhere you want to go,” Loki fretted, and though you knew he was right, you only grew more and more upset. 

“Come to me, darling,” Loki opened his arms, the authority in his voice making you comply. You knew this was a fight you couldn’t win. You’d end up in Loki’s arms confessing your pain whether by his will, or your own.

Your sobs broke his heart, and he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you down into his lap. He held you firmly, and eventually your struggling subsided as you let yourself weep against his chest. 

“Please don’t make me pry the truth out of you,” Loki begged softly into your hair. He didn’t want to add to your pain, he only wanted to fix it. He was very aware that sifting through your mind to take your private thoughts was something that made you feel extremely violated. He wanted you to tell him on your own, but he wouldn’t let you keep such heartbreaking secrets from him. 

“Y-you... did you mean what you said about me? That I was pathetic, and d-desperate and a whore?” You sobbed out, stammering over your words.

“Oh, oh my goodness. My darling, I am so sorry. I never meant any of that. I thought you understood I just said it in the scene... please my love, I adore you more than all of the stars. Never think you are not the most perfect, beautiful, eloquent, and lovely person in my eyes. I love you, I will never say such horrible things again.” Tears flowed freely down Loki’s face. You were startled, unused to seeing raw emotion from him, especially not guilt. It hadn’t occurred to you that the words Loki had spoken were just part of the scene, part of the sex you were having. He wasn’t typically fond of degradation, but he was experimenting in the moment, never expecting it to be received as genuine. 

There was no room for doubt in his words. He meant his love then, and he would spend the rest of his life proving his love to you.

His strong arms cradled you against his body, trying to hold you together.

“I’m so sorry, so sorry,” he breathed apologies like a repetitive prayer.

You listened to his heartbeat, letting the rhythm slow your racing mind. Your sobs eventually subsided, calmed by the steady circles of his hand on your back.

“I forgive you,” your lips moved against the underside of his jaw.

“Please always stop me, tell me then, if anything at all makes you feel even the slightest bit unsafe. I never want you to feel this way again, certainly not at my fault,” Loki begged, and you nodded before burying your face back in him.

“Do you still love me?”

“I love you the most,” you promised.

Loki talked you into staying the night, doting on you to the point you were almost smothered. His magic conjured everything you wanted, even in the back of your thoughts.

“Do you want to go get some?” He asked, and you turned, tilting your head in confusion.

“To Paris. For the macarons.”

“You’re reading my thoughts,” you sighed softly, but a smile graced your expression as you kissed him.

“No, I’m sleepy. Maybe tomorrow?” You asked, and he nodded, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you back to bed.

You situated yourself in his arms, your back against his chest. His larger frame shielded you, wrapping you in safety and warmth. You slept soundly with him, the pain and uncertainty from the afternoon long gone and replaced by his love.

The smell of coffee rose you out of your sleep. Your eyes took a few moments to adjust to the soft light spilling in through the windows, and you sat up, suddenly realizing you weren’t in Loki’s bedroom at his apartment, where you’d fallen asleep.

“Loki?!” You called, and he leaned in the doorway.

“Good morning. I didn’t mean to frighten you. We took a short trip in your sleep. We’re at my Paris flat.”

You smiled, stretching your arms above your head as you yawned. Loki put a coffee in your hands, leaning down and kissing your forehead.

“If I cry will you spoil me more often?” You teased lightly, and he shot you his signature dom look of warning, making you shudder.

“It breaks my heart to see you cry, my darling,” Loki’s tone was apologetic, guilt still left over from the day before. You squeezed his arm as you sipped your coffee.

“I’m okay,” you swore, earning another kiss from your lover.

“Mm. Finish that up and we’ll go to the patisserie down the street.”

“Yes, sir.”

He smiled, happy you were cheered up and back to normal. He moved his fingers and a pretty sundress appeared hanging on the back of the washroom door for you, delicate white flats placed below.

“Dressing me up like your little doll?”

“Careful, or I will dress you, after I get that attitude in line.”

“I love the dress. And I can put it on by myself,” you apologized, pecking his lips before walking to the bathroom.

You returned in the sundress, a white beret adorning your head along with it. You relished in the bright smile Loki rewarded you with. In a shimmer of green, he was dressed in pastels that matched your own. You loved to see him in casual clothes instead of the Asgardian armor he frequently wore, and he indulged you for this small Parisian vacation. 

“You look stunning, my darling.”

Giggles erupted from your lips, making Loki’s heart soften. He dipped his head down to kiss you, making your nose scrunch up in the cutest way that he loved. His long, slender fingers folded with yours, holding your hand as the two of you made your way out of the flat and onto the bustling street. You were thankful for the sunny weather, greatly improving your mood from the rough night in New York’s rain. 

“Feeling better?”

“Much,” you nodded.

“Let’s get some crepes. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect, Loki.”

The young god pecked your lips before pushing you inside of a patisserie. 

“Salut,” the girl working called to the two of you as the bell clinged on the door.

“Darling, what would you like? We can take some macarons to go,” Loki asked, pointing to the pastries behind the glass.

You chose a few, and Loki rattled off your order in French to the shopkeeper, taking the bag from her and moving you to sit at a table in the corner for your crepes. 

“Can we stay in Paris for a couple of days? Just us, not any of the distractions from New York,” you asked, leaning your head against his shoulder and accepting the bite he fed you. 

“Most certainly.” He kissed the sugar off of your lips before the two of you left for a park with your snacks for later. Loki held your hand as you walked along a low stone wall beside him, your eyes level with the extra height. 

“Y/N, you must know that you are so, so terribly loved.”

You turned and snaked your arms around his neck, looking deep into his crystal blue eyes.

“I do not doubt your love, Loki.”