#and i so. sooooo deeply and desperately just wanted someone to put him in a bed. for gods fucking sake.

[moe-broey]

Man. I do love when the character is Scared and fucking MAD ABOUT IT. Going from crying and cowering to snapping and biting the MOMENT a hand is extended to them. Trying to help them or otherwise just work with them somehow and the entire fucking time they're kicking and screaming and complaining and being disparaging and stuck up and just kind of a brat about it. ASSUME HARMFUL INTENT BY DEFAULT, get THEM before they GET YOU‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ And NEVER trust a helping hand ESPECIALLY when it feeds you.

[nyangibun]

I don't know if it's because we don't get an explicit kiss scene that the relationship between He Tien and Mo Guan Shan feels so extra special to me. Like the feeling of always being on the brink of falling over the edge on a rollercoaster. The tension and excitement and joy of them. But I also think because it's a slice of life manhua, the way their relationship developed is also so incredibly special. It's one of the most well done "enemies to lovers" trope I've ever seen. You have Mo who is sooooo deeply distrusting of other people and so insecure and lonely that he covers that up with anger and violence. Then there's He Tian who is outwardly the most self confident and charismatic guy around but who is also deeply lonely and desperate for love. Like I think to put it simply, He Tian wants to love. He wants to take care of something or someone. You see that with the dog. Like his innate personality and love language is to provide and protect. But he's never had the chance. He's the cool guy he's aloof he doesn't let himself get close enough to give that part of himself to them, though you do see glimpses of it with his friendships with Jian Yi and Zheng Xi. Then comes along Mo, his little Mo, this absolute trainwreck of a person (and I say that with so much love). At first, he keeps Mo around for the amusement. Making this seemingly angry lone wolf do his bidding. But just like He Tian, Mo is so desperate to be loved and in this case, whether he wants to admit it or not, all Mo wants is to be taken care of, to have someone help carry the many burdens on his shoulder, to know that there's someone he can always turn to. Because as much as Mama Mo is a sweet loving woman, the last thing Mo wants to do is burden her. But he's so tired and so angry. That's why these two work because they're exactly what the other needs. He Tian wants to take care of someone and have someone who won't leave him, and Mo wants someone to be in his corner and take care of him. It's perfect. They're perfect.

Thank you, Old Xian. I love them so much!

[sparky-is-spiders]

for the ask game: 15 & 28 👀

This... actually got a bit long lmao. Putting it under a cut.

(Send me deep/fun questions!)

15: No except yes. But also no. So like. I don't believe in jinxing. But also I sort of believe that if I say that something is/isn't going to happen (or even believe it), this will influence it to happen. Like if I say "I'm going to win this pvp fight in my shitty mobile game of the month" I will then lose the pvp fight in my shitty mobile game of the month. Unless I knock on wood (hit/tap it with my fist twice. And it CAN'T be three times because I don't like that number). If no wood is available I can also do the "touch red touch blue touch the bottom of your shoe" rhyme for jinxing from elementary school that I've almost certainly remembered wrong. I think I initially picked it up as like. A haha funnyquirky habit, but then NOT doing it made me genuinely anxious and I was like "oh maybe I should stop this now." I do still sort of do that tho. Like I'll think "I'm going to win this pvp fight in my shitty mobile game of the month" and then I'll go "no don't say/think that you don't know that for sure thinking/saying that is inviting the universe to sabotage you." And I know it's bullshit but that has yet to stop me. And that's my superstition.

28: Oh god. Tossup between Jon//elias and jon//sasha (I don't want this ask showing up in their tags so I'm censoring it lol. JE is what I'm currently hyperfixated on. My brain sunk its teeth into those two and Will Not let go. They're so fascinating and interesting but at the same time there's so much potential for Drama and above all else I Love Drama. It helps that I can project my Jon Obsession onto Elias because he IS straight up So Fucking Weird about Jon!!!!! And Jon is also sooooo fixated on him. They drive me crazy.

I don't (currently) have the same hyperfixation obsession on JS but I think they work so well like genuinely. Ok so there is a Sasha that exists in my head and I think she and Jon are soulmates in a "deeply similar" way and a "tied by the strings of fate" way and a "turning into the same monster" way. The idea of two people just slowly merging into one monster... like ok. They are the Same because they would both forget to drink their tea and then reheat it in the microwave. They are the Same because they are so curious and so driven to Know. They are the Same because they are both Perfect for the role of Archivist. Gonna be real I cannot take 90% of archivist Sasha AUs seriously for exactly this reason. It's literally always Sasha being boring and making all the "correct" decisions and also trying to set up J//mart because Of Course. You're telling me Sasha "I'm staying in my objectively dangerous job because I Need To Know" James, Sasha "seeks out other people's personal info for fun" James, Sasha "got two marks within thirty seconds of each other" James would save the world? No. Sasha would be just as "reckless" (read: desperate for info about the real terrifying and credible danger she is in) as Jon, maybe more so. She WOULD like being able to compel. She WOULD like getting invasive info about other people dumped in her brain. And she should have those things! She deserves them <3. Anyway I think the vibes of Jon and Sasha becoming the same monster (not them both becoming Archivists, but becoming THE Archivist), of them defending each other, covering up for each other, promising everyone else to do better, to keep the other in check, and then spiraling down the same path together, are IMMACULATE. There is also just a general appeal in someone who instantly Gets You. Who fully understands you. Actually this applies to both so New Paragraph <3.

Ok so my favorite shipping dynamic ever in general is "they know each other too well." It is having two (or more, but not many more) people who know each other on a deep, fundamental level. Who see the dark hidden crevices, the real face beneath every mask. Who understand each other better than they understand themselves. Who knows that their partner understands them just as well too. And it's messy, and sometimes unpleasant, and nobody else gets it. But when you observe them when it's only them, interacting when they think they're utterly alone, you learn things that crack your understanding of them apart. Seeing them interact and getting new insight into both of them, vulnerabilities they'd never reveal even in private. Which is probably why I'm so obsessed with outsider PoVs.

[pammydawes]

Alrighty folks we are at 8.5 hours left of hell bent and BOY HOWDY do I have some thoughts!!

🛑!!Spoilers below!!🛑

BWAHAHAHA I am being so fulfilled and validated!! Im glad it worked out so that this check in is right before they descend into hell and everything

All my mercy and pammie nerd bonding dreams are coming true. Leigh idk what I did to personally deserve this but ty

TRIPPPPP he’s back my golden retriever is back!!! Not doing so hot but he’s had it p good in life so far. Can’t wait to see how he does in literal hell!

Abel turner continues to be the mvp!! Also just realized he’s Christian and Abel is a biblical name…..as in ‘Cain and’. I’m worried and pretending not to think abt it!! Hope he doesn’t have any older siblings!! “Your demonic boyfriend” on the floor. I Gagged. when I heard that. turner stop giving the people what we want idk if we can handle it

I’m deeply concerned about the status of darlingdemon’s physical body?? Is that what’s at black elm or not?? If they’re only bringing his soul back what are they planning on putting it in???

While I am a little overwhelmed by the addition of yet more seemingly unrelated plot intrigue, linus rider has been an absolute blast so far!! The whole time Alex was comparing Ariel and eitan and Len and drug dealers generally to vampires she was on the nose!!! I kinda wonder how eitan is gonna play into the more supernatural plot lines now. Could he be a vampire??

ALSO, odds that Linus is the terrible new Lethe supervisor whose name I can’t remember’s long lost lover??? Any takers?? Speaking of whom, wow! I have never well and truly disliked a character so quickly! I feel like Leigh made him so intentionally dislikeable right off the bat that something is gonna happen later to turn that on its head, idk what yet. It’s never what you see is what you get with miss Bardugo…….

Speaking of dislikeable, anselm’s cool card is revoked for being a creep! Drain him dry Alex!!! Although that whole convo was pretty enjoyable I will admit. I like the juxtaposition of him with darlington, anselm being the sort of jaded realist darlington might have grown into if he weren’t…darlington

Speaking of vampires and dislikeable, huge fan of the scene where Alex tells darlington’s parents to eat shit and die!!! And Alex seeing DTA3’s memories, that was sooooo good. Also COSMO……my funky little guy….what are Bowie cat’s secrets I am dying to know!!! What if he really is David Bowie, and David Bowie was a demon the arlingtons made a deal with way back in the day. (Minus the David Bowie part that is an actual theory)

The part where pammie and Alex fought…… :(. Shit hurted pretty good I must say

Just WHAT is going on with Michelle???? I literally have no ideas do we really think she might be linked to the murders?? Is SHE a demon?? I take back everything I said abt her being meh I am deeply intrigued

Sexy gardener lauren ahahaha. When it was mentioned that the ritual is supposed to have a whole bunch of people all together keeping time on the surface while ppl are going to hell my immediate thought was that they were somehow gonna bring their liquor treat party to the ritual site and blast music. Still think that would be fun but idk if it would make sense. Does feel like some mercy type innovation though, and it would rope Lauren into the plot a lil more

Because I’m a hornball thirstgremlin with repressed anger issues I am DESPERATE for a scene with demon Danny threatening someone who’s been giving alex shit. My top picks are eitan and Linus, anselm is also a candidate. lord imagine demon darlington policing the houses of the veil, that would serve them goddamn right

I’m wondering if we’re going to get any more answers about Alex’s nature any time soon? What tf is a wheelwalker? What was her grandma’s deal? (Cool lady all the memories of her are so compelling) what was her DAD’s deal? Is her mom really that spacey or is there something more to all of her flakiness? I am SO curious!!!! What if her dad was connected to Lethe somehow!!

I’m also enjoying the further intrigue abt lethe’s origins and the gauntlet. Never trust an organization that’s main purpose is to uphold the greater broken institution yall

And still we don’t know wtf is going to be the deal in november!!!!!

See y’all in another four hours ig 👀

[sweetestlamb]

No Limits

Summary: Today's episode but minus the lies and with extra sexual tension but it gets resolved, somewhat.

Author's note: Today's episode called me a 🤡 too so in between writing my update for BMTL I wrote this drabble to ease my pain I love that the show keeps teasing us I really do it's delicious but I just wanted them to kiss sooooo badly today so here we go! I could keep going if people like 👀👀👀

P.s. Can an Italian tell me what exactly Vinny said to her in episode 3? Netflix says it was stupid idiot but that's stupida idiota and that doesn't sound like what he said to her in the clip. Help a writer out 🥺

She doesn't know if her father would be proud of her, or what she's been doing after turning away from Babel and reforming into a "good guy", it's borderline sanctimonious to consider herself a hero when she had spent most of the night torturing people. The ominous sound of toxic gas flooding the car still swooshes in her head, there was a moment when she'd truly considered going through with it.

Committing murder.

And he hadn't moved a single muscle to stop her, hadn't even uttered her name to pull her back in on the straight and narrow path to righteousness. In the end that had been enough to stop her, he trusted her enough to make the right decision. Every fiber of her being wanted to snuff out their lives the same way they had done to those innocent suffering families, but it was a line she couldn't return from. She should save it for a special occasion, they weren't worth tainting her soul. But there was someone else who was, Babo.

When the opportunity came, she wouldn't hesitate. Her father would have to look away because she wouldn't be stopping that time.

Before she realizes it they are outside her house, her late father's house and he's telling her good night. She'd ran out of excuses to keep sleeping at his apartment. Wanting to see him first thing when she woke up wasn't a reason she could say out loud to him, at least not sober. She was no longer scared of bumps in the night, being alone seemed more terrifying now.

"Drink with me." She whispers instead, falling back on a tried and true plan. They have become regular drinking buddies, using alcohol to cope and detach from the heinous things they see and do daily.

He looks over at her, wistful and searching before nodding solemnly. He unbuckles his belt and slides out of the car, though it is marginal she can see the hesitation in his movement and the night catches up with her. The blood is soaked into the pristine white of his collar, she recalls the hollow feeling in her chest when he didn't answer her calls and she was left with her torturous imagination. His possible death making desperate tears fall despite promising herself she wouldn't cry again.

She makes her way to the bathroom as soon as she enters the eerily quiet space, noticing the way Vincenzo peeks around the corner always on guard and she's thankful for his presence. With him, she's safe.

Pulling open her medicine cabinet she collects packets of gauze, a small bottle of antiseptic alcohol and a bandage, holding the small bundle in her arms before walking back to the living room. She finds him staring at the embarrassing photos of herself that her father had hung on the walls, she couldn't bring herself to take them down. There was so little of her father left.

"Don't let the hair fool you, I was still a heartbreaker back then. I had boys chasing after me." She lies with a smile and when he turns to look at her with those huge eyes she pauses mid step, his eyes survey her face in a distracting sweep before he smirks and walks away.

Maybe summer has come early, that would explain the sudden overwhelming heat that curls around her.

Shaking herself from her daze she calls out to him, "Hey! Come here before you bleed to death. I don't want the mafia coming after me."

The look on his face is his patent I'm going to refuse because I'm a pouty baby look and she intercepts it as she has become custom to doing, grabbing his hand and yanking him over to the kitchen table. For someone so intelligent he still hasn't learned that his refusals are futile around her.

"I'm fine. It's a shallow wound, it'll stop on its own." He argues and she wonders how many other times he has simply left a wound to fester and painfully heal on its own, was that his penance?

She shakes her head, "Why suffer when I can help you? Stop being so stubborn you're reminding me of a certain patient who you love scolding." He grows chillingly still at her words, and again a thought tingles in her mind that there's something she's missing but she presses it aside and pushes him down into the seat.

He doesn't put up a fight, going a little too easily.

"Open your shirt."

He stares at a point on the wall across the room, not responding to her command at all at first and then he looks up at her with dark eyes. She swallows deeply, raising a single brow.

When he continues to look at her without obeying her instructions she grows impatient, repeating herself, "Come on open your shirt I need to clean the wound."

Still he doesn't react and she carelessly tosses the supplies on the table, reaching out with steady fingers to unbutton his starched white shirt. He discarded the jacket earlier, so there are less layers obstructing her way. His face is unreadable as she grabs the smooth button and slips it through the hole, she gets two buttons undone before reaching the center of his chest and as if jolting back to life he suddenly grabs her hand halting her movement.

She stares at him in question, hands still on the button before he sighs at her, "I can do it myself." There's a tightness in his jaw that she can't explain and she has to stomp out the desire to run a finger across that sharp jawline.

"Okay. You do it."

Looking away she tries to give him some space but the sounds of him undressing capture her full attention and she feels her eyes shifting back captivated by the fluid motion of those dangerous hands. Knowing what they are capable of does nothing to douse the fire under her skin. Frustratedly he has a thin white shirt under the dress shirt and she can only faintly see his toned body through the material. She stares harder willing herself to develop x-ray vision, unfortunately those powers do no manifest.

"Surely I don't need to get shirtless right?" He inquires with a smug air and she glares at him, they've been playing this game for a while now. Longer than two adults should be as far as she's concerned.

In lieu of responding she picks up a fluffy cotton ball and saturates it in alcohol before dabbing at the blood on the nape of his neck, as she swipes higher he hisses at the sting and she remembers what her father would do for her when she was young and had scraped her knee. Leaning over his shoulder she puckers her lips and blows, cooling the burn.

She continues this until the cotton is soaked from the dried blood and alcohol and blowing one final time she draws back, this time she feels smugness simmering in her belly. His eyes are blown and pointedly looking away from her, she notices his tight knuckle grip on the seat of the chair as well.

"I'm all done." She announces moving away walking to the small garbage in the corner of the room. His breaths are loud in the quiet of the room, her heart echoes in tandem. Taking a deep breath she speaks without turning around, "You remember where the clothes are right? Get changed so we can drink."

She moves to the fridge to take out the platters of food they had purchased at the market earlier and the bottles of makgeolli, it was that kind of night.

He looks soft and harmless when he comes back out in a large knit sweater, without gel his hair flops across his smooth forehead and she's still not used to this sight, there's a level of domesticity that she's never had with another person. A man.

"I'll go change too." She whispers sidestepping around him, her hands brushing against his.

It's easy to get lost in their escape, slamming back gulp after gulp of the strong cloudy rice wine until her thoughts start to blur and she doesn't know what she's saying out loud and what's only privy to her brain.

When she hears herself monologuing her thoughts as she had ran into his arms in the underpass all she can do is scream internally, she can blame the alcohol but only for lowering her inhibitions really, it hadn't manifested the thoughts.

He looks stricken and oddly amused by her musings until she tells him to get up. That smile is wiped clean off his handsome face.

"I need to test it. Come on stand up." His reluctance is noted but unable to deny her once more he stands, a long suffering look on his face.

She tells him her plan, it sounds crazy even to her but for some reason he doesn't refuse or question her at all. Agreeing to all her stipulations and she's not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially not an Italian stallion.

Ten seconds.

That should be enough to hold her over tonight after he leaves her alone. If she can't lay beside him she needs a tiny piece of him.

Taking a running start she dashes across the small distance, slamming into his hard chest enjoying the juxtaposition of his solid body through the soft sweater. He smells amazing, even without his clothes that expensive cologne still lingers on his skin and she nuzzles into his shoulder. Curling her arm around his body she drags him tighter against her chest, her nipples pebbling with the close contact.

It's been longer than ten seconds and she knows she should stop.

But she really really doesn't want to.

Twisting onto his other side she prepares to let go, already regretting it but her sober thoughts are now pushing to the surface and she realizes what this looks like. Peering up at his face she expects to see that unreadable face again, he's annoyingly good at hiding his true emotions it makes her second this all the time.

Her insides churn when she sees the very face she expected. So she detaches and takes a step back prepared to dismiss this whole ordeal, the words denying her feelings for him already on her tongue when the biting sound of wood scraping against the floor fills the room. Jumping a little at the noise she glances over to the direction of the sound and sees his hands holding the chair in a punishing grip. He immediately releases the object at her glance but it's too late, she's already connected the pieces.

"You're holding back." She confidently states stepping back into the space she'd only just abandoned.

She doesn't ask why, that much is all too obvious.

I didn't want you to get hurt.

Being with him will put her in danger she's seen enough mafia movies to know that friends and love ones are always the first to be taken as leverage. So he'd decided all on his own that this, couldn't be and she was better off without him.

"Stupid idiot." She tries her best to repeat those explosive words with the same emphasis he's used when he had spat her in face not too long ago, watching with satisfaction as surprise shrouds his face as the Italian glides off her tongue. She'd been practicing for a while now, mostly curses words.

Fanculo, was still a favorite. What a fun way to say fuck.

She doesn't give him a chance to question her sudden switch in languages, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him closer, even more so than the hug they'd just shared.

"We're supposed to share everything, even passion." She boldly declares watching with fascination as he still tries to hold on to his semblance of control, the chair squeaks loudly under his hold and she lunges forward putting them both out of their misery.

It feels like coming home.

If your home was a sauna built on an active volcano.

Unlike their hug earlier this time there's no hesitation as soon as her lips touch his liquor moist ones he's already opening up and devouring her tongue. His immediate response makes her hungry for more, peeling his lips open with her teeth she sucks the remnants of the wine from his mouth, eagerly lapping and searching for more. He grunts at the rough treatment but doesn't back off, rather he sinks those capable hands into the depths of her hair caressing her scalp as he tugs at her head, tilting her to the right and moving instantly to the left slotting them even closer together.

The sound of their kissing is messy and loud, echoing in the still of the night.

She breaks apart with sloppy pop, gasping for air and his flushed red face greets her looking every bit as wrecked as she feels.

"Already regretting it?" He teases with an edge that's a bit too real and she yanks him forward, pressing him down into the chair and crawling onto his lap, legs straddling his thighs and their cores meeting through torturous layers. She's burning hot and moist where he's aching hard and rigid.

"Regretting waiting this long." She replies in a clear challenge waiting to see what he'll do.

"We shouldn't do this, partners is enough. You're already in enough danger as is, if they find out that we're..."

He trails off unable to finish the sentence but his clenched jaw speaks volumes. She chuckles coyly from her spot in his lap.

"What? What are we doing? What do you wish we were doing Mr. Vincenzo Cassano? Fucking? " She grinds down into his groin simultaneously and instantly he grips her hips, halting her movement with a bruising hold.

"You're playing with fire." He warns her, she can hear the metallic click of his ever present lighter at his words.

She should be scared of him, he was a world apart from what she was used to even when she'd been working with Babel, manipulation and bribery those things she could do without batting an eye but murder and torture? She'd had never done anything like this before, never. Not until this Italian Korean enigma had walked into her life and shaken it up like a margarita in a mixer. Was she making the right decision? She had no idea, right and wrong had become blurred a long time ago for her. All she knew was that the idea of not kissing him for another second made her want to pull her own hair out.

"I trust you not to burn me up. Too badly."

His eyes flash dangerously at her words and this time he's the one to initiate this kiss, cupping her head gently and dragging her into a sweeter embrace, a simmering heat now licking at her skin. She moans softly as he slips a wet tongue into her mouth, stroking at her back before pushing his hands up the back of her shirt, his hands are sweltering hot on her naked skin and she arches at the rough touch. They kiss languidly breaking apart only to come back together, each kiss wetter and more mind numbing than the last. With soft suckles to her bottom lip he pulls away, she stares at his soft smile as she chases after his retreating lips. Not ready to stop yet. She won't be ready for a long time.

He glowers at her and she waits impatiently for his next move, with strong arms he lowers her onto the table dishes clanging as he shoves them to the side laying her down like she's his last meal. She expels a loud breath allowing herself to be placed on the table, gasping as he stands looming over her.

"I'm the one in the mafia so why am I terrified of you?" He whispers too honestly, looking devastated as he stares at her helplessly all too ready to bolt.

"You don't want to get hurt."

He stares at her with liquid eyes emotions all but spilled across his face, with a whimper he closes the distance between them once more with her guiding hand on his back, this time they meet in the middle surrendering to the flames.

[greekbros]

"greek-Bros: The Return of an Old Enemy"

Chapter 9: The 'War' Room

It was approximately high noon, the Dionysian Games were at their peak, all was well for the residents of Delphi except for one. Dionysus was in his competitors tent near the game field, explaining to Hermes the whole situation. Dionysus had agreed to a challenge that had now put Delphi and Ariadne in a compromising situation, if Ares won the joust he would take everything from the land to sleeping with his beloved wife.

Dionysus was laying on a pile of pillows, deeply remorseful of his string of terrible decisions. "I can't believe I would put Ariadne in this situation I really am like dad!", he sobbed, "WHY the fuck did I even agree to this?!", he continued while crying into his pillow. Hermes sat next to him, patting his back trying to comfort him. He couldn't care too much about how it all happened but he had an idea on how he was going to help.

Hermes laid down on the pillows and let out a relaxed sigh, he already had the plan all mapped out. "Dionysus, you know very well even if Ares does win...I'm not letting him screw you and Ariadne. By the way....is he using his OWN horses for this?", he asked. Ares's chariot was pulled by a trio of horses that would be best described as literal Night Mares, these mystical fire breathing war horses are fast, aggressive and can pull a lot more than Ares's weight.

Dionysus turned, sniffling, "....I'm not sure why?", now he was curious as to what Hermes was planning, "why? What are you going to do?". He was desperate to find some way of winning. It would be devastating if Ariadne found out she was going to be a prize for Ares and lose her kingdom let alone have her husband lose a challenge he decided to enter.

Hermes gave a smirk, inspite of current events he always knew how to make time for anything. "Well, I remember correctly....his horses are pretty tough....if he is using his horses, I could let them out....replace them with some of the horses from here.....I mean...how does wine effect horses.... especially ones that....breath fire?", he asked with a sly grin. He leaped up, pacing back and forth. "We could.....get him drunk, throw him off his game...or...we can go a little more further.", he turned to Dionysus for some approval.

Dionysus was catching on with Hermes's plan. He stood up, "...yeah.....I see where you're going with this....yeah.....but how are we going to get the horses to drink the wine? I mean....you can't just lead a horse to water....also....what if an animal that BREATHES fire....wine is flammable you know...". The two were brainstorming, thinking of ways Ares could be sabotaged. Their brain power would get a boost in the form of someone outside. The two heard the familiar but eloquently frustrated voice of Apollo, demanding to see Dionysus. Dionysus rushes to the tent entrance and opens to see Apollo, talking to one of the satyrs guarding the tent. "Hey man how's it hanging?", Dionysus chimed.

Apollo turned around and the look on his face spoke a thousands that all could translate to "What the HELL did I tell you?!". He marched towards Dionysus, pushes him gently back into the tent to yell at him. "WHY IS THERE AN EVENT GOING ON?!?", he shouted, "I thought I told you to hold off on any parties or anything to make sure the people are safe from what's been going on!". He almost couldn't believe that Dionysus would go the point of risking the Delphians for the sake of having fun.

Dionysus slunked into himself like a turtle going into his shell. "W-well Apollo ol'pal...ugh....wow you are NOT going to believe what else....ugh...Ares is here too....aaaaaand I'm in trouble.....more specifically.... Ariadne is in trouble.", he tried to soften the news but even he knew it wasn't going to quell Apollo's mild fury.

Hermes stepped into help in his own way, "Yeah Dionysus bet his wife, Delphi itself and his patronship of Delphi to Ares if he lost.", successfully making the situation far worse. Apollo's usually fare glowingly pale face was slowly glowing a burning fiery orange with anger, it became hotter in the tent, melting any wax candles and drying any leaves from fruits inside. "Come on Apollo, are you really going to get mad inside of this highly flammable tent with your two favorite brothers in mine?", Hermes charmed Apollo. The hot glow dimmed back into the cooler pale tone he usually had, he knew no matter how angry he got it would be pointless to lose his temper.

Apollo took a deep sigh, sat down to further collect himself. ".....ok...now...what do you plan on doing then?", he asked. He could see both Dionysus and Hermes had a plan, and he knew he wasn't going to like it. "Oh good....it seems you both have something cooked up.", he begrudgingly assumed.

The two stood there looking at Apollo, Hermes walked to a table that had a bottle of wine. "Let's just say, Ares isn't going to drive his chariot straight if his HORSES have been drinking....oh..ugh....DID you see his horses?", he asked. Apollo nodded 'yes', so unfortunately, the plan of forcing Ares's horses to drink the wine would pose a challenge. "Ok, so....we will have to feed the horses something else....spiked fruit?", he suggested. The two looked at Hermes, both couldn't argue against the idea yet they found it to be a usable one.

Dionysus chimed in, "yeah I think I have some marinated apples somewhere. We could feed it to his horses if they don't drink the wine.", he left the tent to look for some at a food tent nearby, leaving the two brothers alone.

Apollo knew that Hermes wasn't here just to enjoy watching Dionysus's fake Olympic games, he had been watching what had been going on in Greece. "Hermes, now that we're alone. What have you seen as of late? Is what I've heard from Artemis true?", Apollo was referring to the wolf man that Hermes and Artemis had encountered. He had recently come in contact with Artemis, whom had come to him to ask about Zeus's whereabouts.

His mischievous demeanor calmed into a somber awareness. Hermes took a deep sigh, he got distracted with Dionysus's issue. He turned to Apollo, "yeah, it was pretty freaky...the thing didn't die on the first shot either. I haven't seen them appear during the day though. I think these creatures only come out of night.", he took off hat hat and scratched his head. "Dionysus was getting a lot of complaints....guess people here can't stand still for long....I can see why he caved in, he doesn't want to disappoint anyone....I can relate, buuuuut honestly the whole situation feels weird.". Hermes felt mildly uncomfortable about his encounter, he had been so use to seeing things die and stay dead, that it had never occurred to him that something could reanimate.

Apollo's stern face loosened up, "Well.....he always seems to listen to his mortal citizens more than me so I'm not sure why I always act surprised.", he relaxed a little but noticed Hermes a little bit worried, "Are you ok? Artemis did mention you didn't take too well to the.... creature.". He could see Hermes look like a someone who saw something he shouldn't.

"it's ok", Hermes replied, "....I just prefer dead things to be dead....that's all.". He turned to the shuffling tent wall and sees Dionysus come in with a jar of fruit pickled in wine. "Ah perfect Dio, I'll take the fruit and wine. Wait here and I'll handle the rest.", Hermes took the jar and an amphora of wine and jetted off, leaving Dionysus and Apollo in the tent.

Dionysus turned to Apollo, "sooooo........ugh....hehe, have you seen the games? Man the folks out there are having fun.", he tried to make it as if he wasn't caring about his dilemma but there was no point, "man I fucked up big time..... fucking Ares, the asshole.... should have asked for someone who wouldn't want to fuck Ariadne.....man I'm a terrible husband.", he slumped on to a pile of pillows. He was still worried about the joust, he was worried about losing Ariadne's trust in him, and above all he was worried if he resembled Zeus in the worst way possible. Dionysus let out a deep sigh, "guess I really am my dad's kid..."

Apollo could hear the hurt in Dionysus's voice, he got closer to him and placed his hand on his back. "Look, you messed up even for your standards.....but you're not a terrible husband, you two are young newlyweds, you've been married for a short amount time and mistakes happen.... don't be THAT hard on yourself. There's still time to fix things....does she know about the bet?", asked Apollo.

"No...she doesn't....and I don't want her to know about ANY of it. If I lose, I lose everything that's important to me....if I win...well...I have yet to see Ares be a good sport about losing....for all I know he'll tell her out of spite", Dionysus replied.

"Oh come now, Ares is a difficult person for sure and he's unbarable at times....but I doubt he will be that level of cruelty. Maybe he was just exaggerating...after all the man is the father of Fear and Terror himself, he would know a thing or two about making people fear him." Apollo reassured him. "Plus, I have no doubt Ariadne would forgive you. You've done quite a lot for her if you remember, she knows you love her and you'd end the world for her.", Apollo hoped his words would at least inspire Dionysus not to consider himself a failure of a husband. After all, he along with Hades, have seemed to have rather successful marriages and to compare one's marriage to Zeus's marriage is surly a blow to one's heart and soul let alone their ego.

Dionysus looked at Apollo and smiled, "....thanks....but I just don't want to mess up anyway.", he got up and took a quick peek outside to see how far into the games the people had gotten through. Unfortunately time wouldn't be on their side, it had seems the Delphians had gone through the whole games and have already started giving out makeshift medals. "GAH! THE GAMES ARE ALMOST DONE!", he loudly panicked, he ran towards the set of armor that he set aside so he can put on for the joust, "OH GODS IM FUCKED! Hermes better be done with what he was doing!", he quickly put on his armor.

"I'll go and distract Ares then, see if I can change his mind about the bet, good luck out there Dionysus.", Apollo quickly left Dionysus in the tent.

"Bye see you later.", Dionysus responded.

Elsewhere, Hermes was at a temporary stable where the horses for the joust. Hermes snuck into the stables in hopes no one noticed him. He looked around and could see Ares's three huge, scary looking chariot horses, he slowly tiptoed to them. The horses noticed his presence, these weren't friendly horses, these horses might as well have been the horses of straight from King Augeas's stable. Hermes took a bowl and pored the wine into it, he raised it to the opening of the stable up to the three horses. In a whispered voice, "...hey there buddies, you want something to take the edge off? Come on, it should smell irresistible.", Hermes was hoping the sweet smelling wine would attract their attention, one of the horses did I fact take a sip from the bowl. It drank the whole thing in a few sips, letting out a loud delighted whinny.

"Hehe, perfect.", Hermes poured another bowl to see if he could give more wine, the same horse drank the wine while the second horse became curious and took a few sips as well. Now all was left was to get the third horse hooked on the wine, but the third horse was different, this one was a stubborn mare that lead the trio while they pull the chariot. She wasn't going to fall for the wine as easily. Hermes took a quick peak at the mare, "c'moooooon, what gives?", he could see she was all the way in the corner, glaring at him while her brothers fought to take the last few sips. As Hermes poured the last of wine into the bowl, he went to take out a wine soaked pealed apple from the jar. He gently tossed to the mare, the other two horses could smell the wine on the apple and tried to go right for it, but the mare reared her head, snorting aggressively. The two other horses stopped, the mare sniffed the apple and took a small nibble.

It took a few seconds for the mare to understand why this apple was spicy, however, she seemed to have liked the spiked fruit and ate it in one bite. She clopped towards Hermes, intimidating him for more apples, he quickly obliged and held the jar to the mare. She shoved her muzzle into the jar, eating a few more bits of alcoholic fruit. Hermes wasn't satisfied yet, he left the jar with the mare and he quickly ran to get two more amphoras of wine. He quickly began to pore more wine for all three horses, the more the three sipped, the relaxed and tipsy they acted. The three swayed back and forth, bumping into each other, loudly snorting and whinnying.

Plan A, was a success. Hermes patted the three horses snouts, knowing damn well he would never have a chance to do this with Ares's horses ever again. "Ok, bye bye.", he darted off to see what Ares was doing, unfortunately, he was more focused than ever, he was now for some reason practicing using his sword on an innocent tree as if he was going to fight Dionysus to the death. "What the fuck is he doing, he isn't going to kill dionysus is he?", Hermes questioned to himself. He suddenly saw Apollo call out to Ares, wanting to have a conversation with him. "Ah oh, this is going to be good....or really bad.", Hermes hoped Apollo was going to help.

End of chpr 9

[nomoregoldfish]

Imagine a road trip with Amado (2/2)

Shitty plot twist (plot what plot? lol) and some intimacy I’m desperate for.

When you finally arrive at Ojinaga, a remote border town with nothing exciting. You're not really complaining until a woman greets you at a local restaurant as Amado gives her a big, warm hug, even a kiss on her cheek.

The woman goes "You're late." like they've known each other and they have some secret appointment. You obviously have tons of questions...

"So this is your Mimi? Good for you, Crow." the woman asks, you don't understand a bit. And Amado just smiles at you, an endearing one you can't resist. You just curses you're totally screwed.

You finally meet Mimi, she offers you a warm hug too. You heard about her and Acosta before but still have no idea why Amado brings you to her.

Amado has a file case for Mimi, "He wanted you to have them." It's the legal documents of Acosta's properties in Ojinaga. Mimi asks how Amado knows that, "Some sixth sense? I didn't know you're a woman now." It's a bad joke but Amado doesn't seem to be offended, he just shrugs like he often does. "I don't need to watch your stupid American rom-com to tell how deeply he cares about you. He probably would've bought you some Vincent van Gogh shit if you asked. Remember he crossed the fucking border to fix the roof just for you? Being one of the most wanted drug trafficker in the States, for fuck's sake."

Mimi has this faint bittersweet smile and seems to hold tears. You have so many questions but you let them continue the talk. "Thank you, Amado."

When Amado leaves the table to grab a new pack of cigarettes, Mimi starts to talk to you. She says this is like déjà vu, telling you how funny once she and Acosta had dinner at the same restaurant where Amado was the annoying third wheel, and now she becomes the third wheel. "Believe it or not, he's more romantic than he'll ever admit. He may look cool and laid back all the time, he does care. And I'm glad he finds someone." 

Amado invites Mimi to stay for the night but she decides to return to Texas, saying she'll consider the offer of the properties, yet not ready to step into the old ranch again where she and Acosta shared many memories.

It's just two of you again.

You're kind of speechless, after the unexpected and emotional encounter with Mimi. You keep thinking about all the quirky anecdotes about Amado she tells you, how he used to resent being sent to Juárez and couldn't wait to get out, how he was serious about the business but low-key admired Acosta and respected his choice of life. It's not that Amado hides it from you on purpose, you just learn another side of the man you fall for and it's beautiful.

Amado breaks the silence on the ride to one of Acosta's ranches, jokingly asks if you're still mad at him for meeting another woman.

"Tell me more about it. Mimi and Pablo." You put your hand on his thigh, feeling his body warmth. He dismisses it, "It's nothing, just some old lovefools who got caught up in a wrong time, at a wrong place." Yet he cares about them. You can see it from the corner of his eye. Those are people that matter to him, once were part of his life. You're glad he's bringing you in, taking you to this very special trip, even though he doesn't say much.

The Pueblo style ranch house is kept in good condition, apparently Amado makes sure everything is taken care of after Acosta died. "I was gonna show Mimi this is hers now, she can stay here as long as she’d like, do whatever she wants. It's the least I can..." He blurts out. You hold him tight, listening to his heartbeat and insects chirping outside. The night makes him soft. The guy that runs the toughest business against the toughest enemies is in your arms, murmuring his adventures in and across Ojinaga from old days, stories behind the fake gold watch he's always wearing.

You both agree you won't sleep in any of the bedrooms. Just crash on the sofa with some blanket. The night in the desert is nothing like the heating afternoon, you have to hold on to each other's body warmth. (You try to be the big spoon but fail drastically, plus you’re not gonna complain being held by Amado, to feel all the hard muscle and firm body.)

You tell him that you're jealous indeed, because Mimi knows so much about him that you didn't know. You can feel him grin against your neck. He calls you some really stupid pet name. When you're about to protest, he tells you the story behind Tontín—why Acosta called him that and the perfect analogy when they recovered the product referred as "Snow White."

You never feel this close to Amado before. You can't help but turn around to kiss him, and he kisses back, softly.

Different from the wild, hot quickie you had in the car, this time it's slow, yet even more passionate. The kind of sex that brings out-of-body, soul-connecting experience. You have to bite his shoulder to contain the moaning. It feels sooooo good you're almost sobbing. 

The next morning you find Amado in the old-fashioned kitchen, preparing breakfast for you both. You smile like an idiot and he warns you he's really bad at it, can't even make an Americano.

You asks him if you'd head back that day, he says there are a few other places nearby he wants to show you if you're interested. That's how you spend the whole weekend in Ojinaga.

[tanookikiss]

This is a bonus mini chapter to my main story, “Starstruck.”

It is a fantasy prompt requested by the lovely @cosmicrealmofkissteria

Rating: 18+ NSFW

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Tommy knew two things for certain:

First, he had been hypnotized against his will.

Second, he had LOVED it!

In fact, it was all agent Thayer ever thought about these days. He longed for that euphoric empty-headed feeling of sinking into a warm, comfortable trance, obeying his powerful and sexy master. It had only been a day since his infamous phone call with Starchild, but Tommy hoped the hypnotist would call him again soon. Tommy craved that hypnotic feeling much like a drug addict craved their daily fix. He would often zone out at work, lost in thought of the beautiful Starchild mesmerizing him with those enticing purple spirals and that perfect body! Tommy’s eyes would roll back into his head while he drooled like a dog. A couple of hard smacks across his face would bring the spaced-out spaceman back to reality. In any other situation, this would be quite comical but, unfortunately, these little daydreams happened far too often for Demon’s taste. 

He hated that one of his top agents was reduced to the state of a blissful bubble head. Transferring him to another department clearly proved to be ineffective. Tommy was too much of a risk. Demon had no other choice but to give him an ultimatum. Tommy had one day to snap out of it for good or he would be fired.

Tommy couldn’t bear the thought of leaving K.I.S.S. He had spent years training his ass off in the Jendallian Army for it all to blow up in his face! Not wanting to lose his coveted job, Tommy decided to go see Ankh. Ankh was the most powerful wizard working in K.I.S.S. If he couldn’t help him then who could? On his way to see Ankh, Tommy noticed a peculiar purple business card sticking out of his office mailbox door.

Curious, Tommy pulled it out carefully. A delicate lavender scent wafted off the card. In bold black letters it read:

Dr. Stanley – Licensed Hypnotherapist

On the back was a number and address.

Did someone leave this card for him? What a coincidence. Tommy smiled at the card. Of course, why didn’t he think of this! A professional hypnotherapist could combat a hypnotist! Maybe this Dr. Stanley could help him regain control. Well…it was worth a shot. What did he have to lose after all? In a heartbeat, Tommy pulled out his cellphone and dialed the number, setting up the first available appointment. As luck would have it, Dr. Stanley had an availability that afternoon.

…

The address on the card lead Tommy to an upscale building in Downtown KISSteria City. The waiting room was as posh as one would expect. Pompous modern art décor was proudly displayed on the pristine white walls. After signing in, Tommy took a seat on a leather couch next to a group of extremely attractive ladies. They were squealing and gushing over how much they adored their sessions with Dr. Stanley! Apparently, he had helped them get over their ex-boyfriend troubles and seemed to help them all find a greater purpose in life. Tommy listened to them intently. It seemed like Dr. Stanley was the best in town.

“Mr. Thayer, Dr. Stanley is ready to see you,” cooed the receptionist.

Tommy stepped inside a glass elevator that took him to the very top floor. He watched as KISSteria City became smaller as he ascended higher. Once the elevator door opened, Tommy felt like he was in a completely different building. The dark purple walls and candlelit pathway gave the top floor a more mysterious gothic feel. An overwhelming scent of lavender invaded Tommy’s senses, rendering him a bit dizzy. Tommy shook off the feeling as he followed the candlelight pathway into a room at the very end of the hallway.

The room was quite dark as the drapes were drawn closed. Tommy could see what he presumed to be his therapist’s silhouette sitting atop his desk with his legs crossed. The sun cast shadows off the window strategically covered most of his face. The only part visible was his plump red lips that smirked as Tommy walked into the room.

“Ah…Mr. Thayer. Please come in and relaxxxx,” his voice purred, sending goosebumps down Tommy’s spine.

“Please call me, Tommy,” Tommy said shyly, taking a seat on a plush futon directly across from the mysterious therapist, craning his neck trying to get a get look at his therapist’s face. He wondered if this man was just as hot as he sounded!

“Well then, Tommy” the therapist giggled cutely, shifting a little on his desk to avoid Tommy from getting a good look at his face. “What seems to be troubling you?”

Tommy’s eyes were busy drinking in the sublime form of this man before him. His eyes slowly ran up those rhinestone clad boots, up those long lusciously long legs bound by tight leather pants that left little to the imagination in the crotch area. Tommy blushed hotly, noticing the therapist wore a white low-cut blouse, exposing his beautiful, dark, curly chest hair. A beautiful sparkling diamond necklace nestled amongst the chest hair fluff.

“Well...I’ve been having problems focusing at work.” Tommy’s mouth felt dry; His eyes finally resting on the therapist’s eyes.

Dr. Stanley smiled lustfully but gently at Tommy. He noticed how his patient’s eyes were instinctively drawn to his.

“Trouble you say…how so?”

Tommy felt like he was immediately lost in the deep pools of brown power that were his therapist’s eyes. They were framed in almost poodle poof cloud of curly black hair. Tommy couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something strange about this situation. This therapist was acting odd and his eyes seemed to have some sort of magnetic hold over him. His agent instincts went into play, knowing he had to be careful and not reveal he worked for K.I.S.S or too much about his case.

“Well…I met this very attractive guy who is really into hypnosis, you could say. He put me under a hypnotic spell, and I…can’t seem to think about anything else but falling under his spell and obeying his every command.”

Dr. Stanley licked his lips causing Tommy to gulp nervously. “You seem to like serving a powerful man. There’s no shame in embracing your desire to submit, Tommy. Hypnosis is a wonderful erotic fantasy…it’s a nice way to calm the soul and quiet the busy mind. It’s quite euphoric to let someone else do all the thinking for you, isn’t it, my sweet pet?”

Those words should have alarmed Tommy but there was something about that voice. It was so compelling yet so soft and gentle.

“Yes,” Tommy sighed. It was getting difficult for him to think straight. “But… it’s interfering with my work and… I need it to stop.”

“And what is it that you do exactly?”

He was running his long slender fingers along the collar of his open blouse. On each finger was a different beautiful colored gem ring that sparkled brightly and brilliantly in the small light coming from the window. Dr. Stanley ran his ringed fingers slowly up and down the center of his chest, wrapping around the strands of dark chest hair curls.

Tommy gasped. He found his eyes being drawn to those sensual fingers as they moved up and down so rhythmically as he spoke. “I…uhhh…file archives for KISS…the KISSteria City National Library.”

“Awwww. It must be sooooo exhausting, crunching away at those numbers all day and night. I bet it makes you so, so sleepy having to always be on the alert too. When was the last time you gave into pleasure, Tommy?”

“I…uhh…it’s been years,” Tommy blinked a couple of times. From a tender young age, Tommy’s whole life had been planned for him. His entire family served in the Jendellian Army, and Tommy was expected to enlist as well. Being a K.I.S.S agent was just as exhausting. Demon had him on call 24-7 with the rise in cases; it seemed as though the agent never got a break. His vision was becoming a bit unfocused as Dr. Stanley’s voice and hypnotic rhythm of his fingers began to have an effect.

“Bet you wish you could just leave your responsibilities behind and run away with an incredibly sexy man.”

“Yes…” Tommy whispered. It was true. Deep down he was a miserable workaholic. He had no time for relationships outside of K.I.S.S. His life was a constant whirlwind of fighting bad guys and meaningless office work.

“Mmm…I bet you fantasize about kissing sweet lips such as mine,” Dr. Stanley whispered before puckering his juicy lips into a kiss. “Or caressing your fingers up and down a perfectly chiseled chest such as mine,” the therapist moaned, rubbing his fingers in teasing circles around his hardened nipples for emphasis. “Or to just let go and bury your face into powerful toned thighs such as mine,” With a husky breath, he unraveled his crossed legs, spreading them wide apart on the desk, showing off his rather large bulge straining in those leather pants.

Tommy’s breathing was shallow and rapid as his face flushed red. Breathing a husky “yes” as a response. Dr. Stanley noticed a dark wet spot growing over the stiff bulge in the other man’s pants.

“Then have a nice long look at my eyes.” Those dark brown eyes morphed into captivating purple spirals. “Soon you will be unable to look away. You may try to avert your attention, but you will find it hard, so very hard…just like all those times before, agent Thayer.”

A part of Tommy screamed helplessly for him to shield his eyes, but he wanted to keep listening to this man’s sexy voice and watch those beautiful spirals go around in a never-ending loop, pulling him in deeper and deeper.

“Look closer…it’s okay to surrender…give in completely…It is so pleasurable…so relaxing…You cannot resist falling under my deep hypnotic spell,” Dr. Stanley droned on in his deeply relaxing silky voice, getting off the desk to get closer and closer to Tommy’s face.

Tommy’s vision was able to make out the star outline around his therapist’s right eye. Unfortunately, Tommy’s mind was a bit too hazy to realize he had fallen into another trap, but a growing repressed part of his mind had known all along and desperately wanted this to happen.

“You like the idea of being dominated by me, of having no choice but to serve my will.”

“Yes…but I need….to stop...Starchild,” Tommy’s voice trailed off. He felt incredibly relaxed.

“Shhhh…You need to stop resisting. Every breath you take fills you with relaxation and as you exhale, the tension in your muscles sink into the futon as you begin to slip into a terrific, sexy dream,” Starchild cooed, stroking Tommy’s hair lovingly.

Tommy was struggling to keep eyes open.

“And now close your sleepy, sleepy eyes and fall into a deep, deep hypnosis, deeper than you have ever imagined.”

Tommy’s eyes closed as his head fell forward.

Starchild smirked, climbing on top of Tommy in his vulnerable position. “You are in a terrific state of hypnosis now, Tommy, you’ve never felt anything as delicious, as relaxing, have you?”

“No…”

“No, I didn’t think so. This relaxing state was made possible by your trust in me. Trusting me entirely feels soooo good, doesn’t it, Tommy?”

“Yes…”

Starchild leaned in to whisper in Tommy’s ear. “Give yourself to me, Tommy. I can set you free. I can take you to the deepest level of trance and fulfill all of your naughty fantasies.”

“I...I can’t,” Tommy resisted.

Starchild was actually taken aback. He could tell the agent was deep under, but he was still resisting somehow. He figured it must be the lingering effect from years of intense militant training. Damn those Jendallians were good! Starchild thought for a minute. If he was going to fully ensnare Tommy, he would need to fulfill his deepest sexual fantasy…

“Tommy, you can trust me. I want to make you feel incredible...even more incredible than you’re feeling right now. What is your ultimate fantasy? When do you feel relaxed?”

“…At the beach. I feel relaxed at the beach. I’ve always wanted to be alone at the beach with a hot guy.”

“Very good, Tommy. You are now at the beach. You have just gotten out of the serene water from a long day of swimming. The warm sun rays comfort your cool, wet body. As you inhale the fresh salty beach air, you feel alive and terrific.”

Tommy smirked. Gone was the therapist office. He was on a gorgeous tropical beach. Nothing but soft, white sand and bright blue waters for miles. The sound of waves crashing on shore with a few screeching seagulls echoed in the distance as Tommy stepped out of the cold ocean water. The only other person at the beach was a very attractive man, sitting off in the distance, beckoning Tommy to come hither with a finger.

“You want to stretch out on the soft sand with your lover as the sea breeze envelops your body. You can hear my voice in your mind. You are at peace.”

Tommy absentmindedly walked over to the mysterious man and sprawled out on the towel next to him. Tommy closed his eyes for a moment, taking in the fresh air and warm sun.

“Let the sun warm you…Let the fresh breeze relax you… Let my voice fill your mind as the sun and sea breeze are doing. My voice, the sun and sea breeze are giving you pleasure, Tommy…so much pleasure.”

Tommy felt a pair of soft lips meet his. He smiled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around his lover. He was starting to feel hot.

“All this pleasure is making you very hot, Tommy. My voice, especially is turning you on. You are intensely aroused right now, Tommy. We’re all alone on this beautiful beach, and you are so, so horny.”

Tommy gasped; his loins were on fire! The mysterious man, who turned out to be Starchild, merely smirked while rubbing his hand over Tommy’s crotch, eliciting a sharp moan out of the aroused man.

“Yes…you are so turned on by me, by my voice, by the hypnosis. You want to touch yourself…you need to release your sexual tension. Go ahead and pleasure yourself, Tommy. Give in to my voice, give into your erotic fantasy…”

Tommy moaned as he gripped the base of his hardened shaft. Starchild’s hand guided his hand, controlling how fast and hard he jerked. These agonizing strokes were causing Tommy to lose his mind.

“That’s it, Tommy…let my voice guide you into a sweet, erotic trance. So sexual…so terrific…You know what feels best…you need to release…but don’t you dare release until I say your trigger word, do you understand?”

“Oh! Oh! God! Yes! Yes!” Tommy panted as his hand increased the pace with his hips bucking in rhythm.

Tommy’s eyes snapped open to see himself back in the therapist office with Starchild jacking him off and then collapsed back into his erotic fantasy on the beach with Starchild. His mind was teeter tottering between the cusp of reality and fantasy.

And with a wicked smile, Starchild uttered the word, “Starstruck.”

Tommy had a glorious, explosive orgasm before Starchild deepened his trance even further. His mind was now silly putty, ready to be shaped and molded into a new form. A form perfect for Starchild. Tommy would embrace his submissive, hypnosis addicted side. His devotion to K.I.S.S would be replaced with an obsession to serve Starchild, to be forever hypnotized by Starchild.

[madlymiho]

Could I please request hc on how the monster trio would react of their Fem!s/o trying to leave the crew for personal reasons? Maybe they have a past that’s catching up to them or they have some unfinished business and they’re just trying to run away from the entire crew and disappear? Pls and Thank you!!

Oooooh that’s sooooo heartbreaking, omg! I love this and I hate this, lmao, so many twisted feelings! 😩

Thanks for the ask, anon! And hopefully it will suit you! ~

Luffy :

• From the first second you have accepted to become a part of the Straw Hat, Luffy has always considerated that you were nothing but family

• Your dreams, your fears, your fights, he embraces them strongly, always willing to fight for you if you ever need his strength, ready to set the world on fire if you are in trouble

• Luffy shares this special link with you, and as your captain, but also your life partner, he wishes that you can fully open yourself to him, and have some faith in what he can do for you

• So Luffy can’t accept that you want to leave, even if he knows that must have some good reasons, and that you don’t want to hurt them all ; he knows that without any proves ; he trusts you with all his heart

• He decides to go after you, no matter where you are ; from the deepest prison to the highest mountains, Luffy, along with his crewmates, would show up and you better be ready to meet the most stubborn person ever

• Every time you try to explain him that you can’t follow him anymore, that you have unfinished business somewhere, and you don’t want him to get involved with your past, Luffy shakes his head and crosses his arm, offering you his brightest smile while he simply denies your demand

• “Yo go there, and I go with you. Remember? We are family.” Luffy says, putting his heavy and self-assured palm on your shoulder, just to remind you that you’re not on a lonely road anymore, and whatever you’d do, he’d be there with you

• He laughs and gently wipes your tears, knowing deeply how much you have been afraid of his reaction, and the fact that perhaps… He’d have leave you to your journey, which has always destroyed your heart and shattered your feelings

• You run in his arms, and Luffy is terribly ready to welcome you there, his embrace warm and reassuring, while he pats your hair with some awkward and so Luffy-like gestures

• He promises you that when everything will be over, he’d sail to that specific island you have always dreamt about, making sure that all of your wishes would become real one day

Sanji :

• As soon as you have entered Sanji’s life, the link between the two of you became very profund

• Sanji doesn’t really need to talk to you to analyze your feelings ; he knows when you’re up to something, and even more when this thing seems heavy and more than complicated

• There’s this sort of gleam inside your irises, or perhaps the lack of it, which only alarms him deeply on the fact that you’re definitely not alright, and there are reasons about it

• Yet, he doesn’t want to cross your boundaries at the moment, preferring to take care of you with his best medecines, keeping his eyes on you discreetly because he feels it ; you’re on your way, and you don’t know how to tell him

• So the night you try to escape from the crew, Sanji isn’t asleep, he actually waits for you on the deck, a nocturnal picnic ready for the both of you to share

• He seems serious, lazily smoking his cigarette while he catches your bag and puts it on the ground, asking you with a warm and reassuring voice to take a seat here first, and have some hot chocolate, fruits and sandwiches, before you go

• It’s his way to make you talk ; and since you are busted, you know that you owe him the truth, so you accept his offer, and for hours, as you can’t help but cry and shiver, you let it go and explain your story

• Sanji has always been a good listener, and since he doesn’t want you to act recklessly, he simply gives you his opinion and the matter, his fingers running on your skin while he gently pulls you against his chest, so you can have some reassuring cuddle time together

• He knows that you need to get rid of your past, but he also believes that you will need help, and what a better one but the people who are already on board, and ready to take care of you, no matter what you’re living at the moment

• A bit asleep after many hours of talking, Sanji lies you back on your bed, kissing your lips, making sure that you don’t need anything, before he heads to the boys quarter, cigarette trapped at the corner of his lips, eyes full of determination

• “Hey captain, can we make a detour?” Sanji asks, leaned against the door. Luffy smiles, because he already knows everything and was waiting for the cook to make his decision

Zoro :

• Zoro might be the kind of boyfriend to be a bit detached from you ; this is not because he doesn’t want to have you around, but he has his own activities on board, and most of the time it consists in training sessions, booze times, and nap times

• Around the others, Zoro likes to keep things casual, slightly embarassed when you require some physical contact, even if he becomes really clingy when you two share a bed at night

• You love him deeply… but you are so sure that he wouldn’t even care if you leave the crew, because his behaviors make you feel that he works this way ; if you are here, it’s for the best, but if you are not… He would get along with it pretty easily

• But you’re all wrong about Zoro… because despite his distant nature, he knows exactly when there’s a problem, and as Sanji, he feels that you’re on the edge of running away for some reasons

• He gets tensed because of it, and shows a slightly harsher nature towards you, because he anticipates your departure, and it makes him deeply concerned, but also desperate. He wishes that he could find the words to reassure you, but nothing come out, and the gap between the two of you becomes almost unbearable

• The night you run away, devasted, full of fears and heartbroken, you don’t even hear that someone is running after you, and a few meters away from the Sunny, you’re suddenly tackled on the ground, your back protected from the dangerous fall by a strong grip to rescue you

• Zoro looks at you with furious eyes, but there’s also so much love in them ; you feel his despair, all those words he couldn’t say before, written deep in his lonely iris, while he doesn’t let you go, catching his breath after his intense race

• “Where do you think you’re going, idiot?!” Zoro snaps loudly, pulling you hard against his chest, his embrace so strong that you’re almost breathless

• He knows that you have your reasons, that you must feel awful at this moment, yet he doesn’t let lose his grip, his body holding you intensely, until you melt under his touch and desperately cry in the crook of his neck

• He doesn’t say anything, his own throat too tight to actually find his words, but he starts to rock you gently, pressing dozens of his best kisses on every part of your skin

• “You’re stupid.” Zoro eventually growls, his voice broken by his own emotions. You don’t need to speak anymore, as he knows you, you also understand that he will take care of everything from now

[fortunatelylori]

GOT: The exhausting march towards the dramatic TWIST

I think I’m going to shock people with this statement but ... out of all the season 8 episodes we’ve seen so far, episode 4 is by far my favorite. 

Now don’t get too excited by the seemingly warm tone ... what I mean by favorite is that I hated it less than episode 1 through 3, which is about as high a praise as I’m likely going to have for this debacle that is season 8. 

General impressions:

There are two reasons why I felt this episode was better than the last 3: 

1. It was more focused, with 3 clear storylines: D*ny’s war for the crown (story A), Jon’s and his family continuing to be dead inside (story B), Jaime’s return to his sister-lover (story C). This kind of focus and definite structure should be a given. However GOT decided to go all yolo on our asses this season and as we’ve already covered in my other reviews, it’s gotten to the point where I’m genuinely shocked to see an episode that doesn’t jump from plot point to plot point like an enraged orangutan on ecstasy. 

2. It was centered around this woman: 

Look at that face... Holy Shit! She’s going to give me nightmares!

Now, normally an episodes focused on D*ny would be bad news for me because I don’t particularly care for her, as half of my list of metas can conclusively prove. 

However, since she’s the only character whose POV isn’t hidden and her scenes aren’t cut short or drained of any and all possibility of actual human emotion, she’s become the only character that I can watch without feeling frustrated, confused or on the verge of an anxiety attack. I actually like to know what the hell is happening on screen and what the character wants in any given scene. Call it a pet peeve of mine. 

Although even D*ny, as well rounded a character as she is, suffers from the Ds oscillating trend this season. Last episode, D*ny stood her ground against the NK, committed herself and her armies to the defense of the realm and saved Jon’s life. This episode, she’s back in full Mad King’s daughter mode, with a pinch of Viserys on the side. 

But that’s a quibble, honestly and you can always argue that Jorah’s death really pushed D*ny into a dark place in which the crown of Westeros and her war against Cersei becomes more important than her own humanity. 

However, what isn’t a quibble is that death seems to have become a shorthand device the Ds employ to signal D*ny’s eventual rise as Queen of the Ashes. She loses Jorah in episode 3 and by the end of episode 4, she loses both Rhaegal and Missandei as well, leaving her in a seeming cliffhanger over whether or not to put the Red Keep to the torch as revenge. 

The problem is that D*ny had been chopping at the bit to burn down King’s Landing since season 7 when she had to be talked out of doing just that TWICE. This episode Tyrion once again has to put the breaks on D*ny’s fiery fantasies. 

This scene right here is a treasure trove of Mad D*ny clues. But let’s focus on two of them. Firstly, the impetuous to burn KL is stil there: 

D*ny: We will hit her hard. We will rip her out root and stem. 

Tyrion: The objective here is to remove Cersei without destroying King’s Landing. 

That is not a happy face ...

As D*ny put’s it, they need the capital because otherwise Cersei can continue calling herself the queen of the 7 kingdoms. 

That’s D*ny’s priority, folks: the acquiring of that stupid title. 

And if she has to march her weakened army, her sick dragon/child for thousands of miles and burn thousands of innocent people to get that title, she’ll do it. 

Considering this set-up, why exactly did we need Missandei and Rahegal to die? One day into Tyrion’s proposed blockade and D*ny would be roasting giant marshmallows in the Red Keep gardens. 

In my opinion,  the reasons for killing Rhaegal and Missandei are not tied to the dark!dany arc at all. Instead, Rhaegal gets killed because they want to make the D*ny/Cersei conflict as even as possible so they’re eliminating one of D*ny’s weapons of mass destruction. 

And Missandei ... poor Missandei gets killed in order to shock the audience. There is absolutely no reason to kill her in this way ... If she was to die, the time for that would have been in episode 3. They have to actually push the suspension of disbelief in order to convince the audience that somehow Euron got a hold of this girl from an armada of wrecked ships, instantly knew how important she was, dragged her back to the Red Keep and then brought her up on that wall expecting .... what??! 

Euron and Cersei are far too smart to believe D*ny will give up her war for Missandei so why kill her so publicly? To intimidate D*ny? They didn’t need Missandei for that. They could have just as well beheaded all of the hostages they took from the ships. 

They kill Missandei because that’s the easiest way for the Ds to surprise the audience and for them to garner some sort of sympathy for D*ny when she eventually does end up going all Pablo Escobar on a city filled with a million people. 

The other glaring Mad D*ny moment in the scene and one that plays straight into political Jon, is this: 

Sansa: The men we have left are exhausted. Many of them are wounded. They will fight better if they have time to rest and recuperate. 

D*ny: How long do you suggest? 

Sansa: Can’t say for certain. Not without talking to the officers. 

D*ny: I came North to fight alongside you. At great cost to my armies and myself. And now that the time has come to reciprocate, you want to postpone?

Jon: The Northern forces will honor their promises and their allegiance to the queen of the 7 kingdoms. What you command, we will obey. 

I’ve seen a lot of people being angry at Jon for “taking D*ny’s side” in this conflict but in order to understand how this plays into political Jon, there are 2 things you need to keep in mind: 

The first is exactly when Sansa intervenes in the conversation. She steps in directly after both Tyrion and Jon manage to convince D*ny not to burn down King’s Landing. D*ny reluctantly agrees to the blockade because that would mean having to wait to take the crown and as she puts it: 

D*ny: The longer I leave my enemies alone, the stronger they become.  

Now Sansa wants to delay her even further. This is not acceptable to D*ny. 

In addition to that, I don’t think Sansa appreciates just how dangerous and volatile D*ny is. She doesn’t know about the men being fed to dragons, or the 163 crucified masters or how close she was to jumping on a dragon and burning down KL in the past. 

Jon, however, does understand D*ny quite well by this point. I don’t buy his speech as him agreeing with D*ny at all in this scene and considering this is the face he puts on to silence Sansa: 

I’d say this is a guy desperately trying to keep a bomb from exploding directly in the face of someone he cares very deeply about. 

Narratively, I believe this is supported by the Sansa/Tyrion scene later on when Sansa is surprised to realize that Tyrion is actually afraid of D*ny. She simply hadn’t considered that people are scared of what D*ny might do. 

As interesting as D*ny’s descent into madness is (despite Missandei’s useless death), it’s counterbalanced by the shit show that continues to be Jon Snow. 

Watching Jon’s arc this season, and by extension all the Starks, is like banging your head against a concrete wall over and over again, without making a dent. It’s pointless, exhausting and painful. 

At this point I don’t care if he’s in love with D*ny or Sansa, if he’s pol!Jon or idiot!Jon, if he wants to be king or fuck off beyond the wall. I genuinely don’t care anymore. What I do care about is being given access to Jon’s story enough to figure out what the hell he wants and what he’s doing. 

It’s one thing to keep a character’s POV hidden for an episode but we’re going on almost 2 seasons now. And Jon isn’t a secondary character like Littlefinger where you can get away with hiding the POV because he’s not as big a part of the plot as a main character is. 

But Jon is a main character and this effort to keep him enigmatic and mysterious isn’t only wreaking havoc on his arc but it’s also affecting the rest of the Stark family. Case and point: 

In case anyone is keeping score, this is actually the first and only scene all the Starks have together in 4 episodes, amounting to 5 hours of footage. 

And just look where they decide to end this scene! Right when we’re going to see Arya and Sansa react to the parentage reveal and see what they and Jon discuss next. They gave us the mere bones of this scene and left us without the meat. 

The important part of the scene, the emotional underbelly, the opportunity to see these people come together and support and embrace Jon as the Stark they still think he is, is taken away from us. Because that would chip away at the mystery surrounding Jon’s arc this season. 

I’d argue depriving Jon and the Starks of the emotional bond they share is way too steep a price to pay for what is essentially a cheap thirll that becomes cheaper and cheaper by the minute considering they’re delaying whatever reveal they’re planning on making past the point of me giving a shit!

This episode did, however, give me the perfect visual way of describing Jon’s storyline right now. Jon is basically stuck between: 

and 

and he chooses neither. 

He sends Ghost away (without patting him because having KH and the wolf in the same frame would be too costly for the overly expensive GOT) and refuses to ride Rhaegal because ... reasons. 

So instead of seeing him choose between being a direwolf and a dragon, we’re seeing him do nothing, while looking overly enigmatically blank for 5 hours straight. I just .... I’m sooooo tired of this. Can this be over now?

PS: I’d discuss Jaime’s storyline this episode but I don’t want to say: I told you so ... Well ... ok, if you insist:

a little sour milk dribble on Tormund’s beard and a silly giant story isn’t going to make me forget that Jaime has arrived in Winterfell on the coat tails of a 20+ year toxic relationship with a woman who is not only his twin sister but is also currently pregnant with his baby.

Also:

Jaime: She (Cersei) has always been good at using the truth to tell lies. Don’t be too hard on yourself. She’s fooled me more than anybody.

Tyrion: She never fooled you. You always knew exactly what she was. And you loved her anyway.

Yeah …  Imagine entering a relationship with a guy exiting THAT. Dealing with sour milk beard is mild by comparison.

(source)

Favorite scenes

The “If you love me, you’ll erase yourself” scene: 

There is something so deeply disturbing about this scene that I can’t help but be fascinated by it. The J0nereys relationship has always been toxic and this scene right here encapsulates just why: 

In order to be with D*ny, Jon needs to give up everything that makes him who he is. In season 7, he was forced to bend the knee and suffer the ire of the entire North for it. Now D*ny is asking him not only to give up his claim but also lie about who he is and separate himself from his family in order to make sure that D*ny gets to be queen. 

No one, not one person in this world, no matter how beautiful, rich, good in bed or seemingly in love with you, is worth you giving up who you are and removing yourself from your family (provided said family is not toxic, of course). And anyone that would ask you to do that, should be dumped on their asses pronto.

Jon can’t do that, unfortunately. Because he’s brought D*ny here to fight “his war” and pretended to be in love with her. And also because D*ny simply isn’t rational anymore. So he’s stuck apologizing for people liking him (just think about that!) and having to put up with her saying things like: 

D*ny: It doesn’t matter what you want! You didn’t want to be king in the North! What happens when they demand you press your claim and TAKE WHAT IS MINE? 

Except the crown isn’t D*ny’s. It never was. Logistically speaking, the crown belongs to Cersei right now. Legitimately, the crown is Jon’s. It’s D*ny that is actually taking what is his, not the other way around. Imagine making someone apologize for you doing that to them. That’s all kinds of messed up. 

Speaking of which: 

Jon: You are my queen! I don’t know what else I can say!

D*ny: You can say nothing! To anyone! Ever! Never tell them who you really are. Swear your brother and Samwell Tarly to secrecy and tell no one else!

You know what she sounds like? Like Tangled’s Mother Gothel convincing Rapunzel that she’s better off being her prisoner. 

Yikes! She’s genuinely terrifying!

Also: 

D*ny: Sansa will want to see me gone and you on the Iron Throne. 

Jon: She won’t. 

D*ny: She’s not the girl you grew up with. Not after what she’s seen. Not after what they’ve done to her. 

2 things: 

1. I hope every D*ny stan in the universe either denounces D*ny for victim blaming or closes their mouths about feminism, misogyny and pitting women against women for the rest of time. If you support this woman and consider her a positive role model, you are not allowed to discuss these subjects in public ever again. 

2. Can you really blame Jon for taking D*ny’s side against Sansa in the council meeting? He already knows just what D*ny thinks of Sansa and what she’d like to do to her if she is given the opportunity. Hurting Sansa’s feelings is preferable to her losing her life. 

The “This better not be unrequited love, Ds!” scene: 

This face right here ... this face: 

It’s heartbreaking. And what really angers me about this scene is that it could have been all the more meaningful had the parentage reveal been played in full. Actually seeing Sansa reacting, hearing Jon’s fears or his anguish, would make her fighting for his crown when he refuses to do so even more powerful and romantically charged. 

Still, this scene comes in direct contrast to the Jon/D*ny scene. While D*ny wants to force Jon to live a lie for the rest of his life, to humble himself and make himself small so she can have all the power and the love of the people, Sansa not only shoots down the possibility of her being the only one in charge of the North and holding steadfast to the idea that Jon will stay in Winterfell. She goes as far as tell Tyrion Jon is the rightful heir when she realizes that despite his supposed loyalty to D*ny, Tyrion is actually afraid of her. 

She sees an opening to ensure Jon’s freedom and she takes it without hesitation. 

If, at the end of all of this, Jon ends up going beyond the wall instead of staying with a woman who loves and values him this much, then Westeros truly is a cruel and horrible place and I’ll be sorry I invested so many years of my life to it.

Episode MVPs

Euron “Best General in fucking Westeros” Greyjoy: 

Euron gets to be MVP this episode because in one fell swoop he destroyed D*ny’s fleet and brought down one of her dragons. What can I say ... Competency really turns me on. 

Too bad Cersei doesn’t love him. If these two actually cared about each other, they could be the McBeths of Westeros. Nothing could stand in their way!

Lord “What an Icon!” Varys: 

What can one say about this glorious man? He is MVP for the second time in 4 reviews and somehow I think he’s not done yet. 

Varys and Tyrion got down to some realpolitick this episode. But Varys had some truly outstanding lines, like: 

Varys: How many others know? 

Tyrion: Including us? Eight. 

Varys: Well, then it’s not a secret anymore. It’s information. If a handful of people know now, hundreds will know soon. 

It’s so rare to find a man that understands gossip so well!

Varys: I’ve served tyrants all my life. They all talk about destiny. 

As a person born under a communist regime, I concur, Varys. 

And my personal favorite:  

Varys: You know where my loyalty stands. You know I will never betray the realm. 

Tyrion: What is the realm? A vast continent, home to millions of people, most of whom don’t care who sits on the Iron Throne. 

Varys: Millions of people, many of whom will die if the wrong person sits on that throne. We don’t know their names but they’re just as real as you and I. They deserve to live. They deserve food for their children. I will act in their interests, no matter the personal cost. 

If this show doesn’t end with a 7 foot, cockless statue of Varys presiding over the whole of Westeros as the ICON that he is, what was even the point?!?!?

[twislife]

Closer.

Hey guys! I know its been a long time since I've written anything but this is based on the song Closer by Chainsmokers and Halsey. I've been working on this forever. Not sure if anyone even likes smut still...or this song...or me 😅 had to post it though so that I could stop thinking about it 🤷🏻‍♀️

Lots of smut, cussing, unprotected sex...ya get the idea.

"Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you; drank too much and that's an issue but I'm okay.

Hey, please tell your friends it was nice to meet them - but I hope I never see them again.

Hey, I know it broke your heart, moved to the city in a broke down car and four years no call..."

My best friend followed the group of girls inside and turned around looking at me briefly, mouthing ‘I’m sorry!’.

“No, go have fun! I'll…sit…out here..on this…curb,” I said rolling my eyes at the bouncer that refused my entry. She turned and went inside, without another backward glance. I sighed heavily and pulled my phone and cigarettes out of my purse and searched for a lighter.

“Son of a mother fu-” I started, but was abruptly cut off by a guy that I’d never seen before. The first thing I noticed, aside from his perfect smile, were his dark amber eyes shining in the street light. He looked young, and kind of like a god. He held up a lighter and chuckled.

“Sick of the club scene?” he asked, offering me the flame of his lighter. I gladly accepted and inhaled deeply. I huffed and chuckled.

“Yeah maybe if I could actually get in, my fake id is missing.” I sighed dramatically, taking another long drag. 

 "Oh, shit. Rough night. Well,“ he began, taking a drag of his own smoke. 

“I know of a little place around the corner that doesn’t id. Its a tiny little crap hole - but they don’t id.” he said nervously, his group of friends disappearing in the dark Tucson night. I smiled at him, then looked down at my little black dress and the mile high pumps and finally stood up smiling. 

 "A little over dressed for a dive bar, but a drink sounds great.“ I told him, gesturing him to lead the way. He laughed turning on his heel, holding out his elbow. I placed my arm in his and began walking.

“I’m Dylan. I enjoy star wars and YouTube.” he said laughing.

“My friends call me y/n. l, too, enjoy nerding out to star wars, and long walks on the beach.” I replied, receiving the slight chuckle that I had aimed for. It was so attractive. During our walk I found out a lot about Dylan, he was definitely a talker. We talked about plans for the future; he said that he wanted to go into acting, wanted to move to the city. When he asked me what I wanted to do I didn’t really have a valid answer, so I said,

 "Eh, probably college. I’ve been accepted to a few, I really am thinking Naropa, it’s a college in Boulder. I want to see the mountains.“ I hadn’t even realized that was what I wanted. 

 "That’s awesome.” he replied, smiling that smile that practically made me melt.

“No, acting is awesome! I wish I had that talent, man” I said in awe. 

We talked and laughed the rest of the way to the bar elbow in elbow. When we got to there he went up to the bar while I made my way to the jukebox; avoiding the stares from the old men and a few miserable looking women. Music always becomes before drinks. Always. Always. Come on let me touch you, feel you, all night- always.

I looked around the bar, no one looked particularly interested in what was playing in the background of their conversations, I excitedly turned back to the new school touch screen jukebox; typing in “always,” by Blink 182. If I didn’t listen to it, it would be stuck in my head for days. Dylan crept up behind me holding a beer up.

 "I knew you weren’t a typical party girl.“ he let out a low chuckle. 

 "What do you mean?” I asked him; accepting the drink, and taking a gulp.

 "Blink? Not many typical party girls would go to a dive bar and play Blink." he said taking a drink of his beer and setting it down to air drum part of the song. How is this unbelievably attractive guy such a dork? I mean, I wasn’t complaining because apparently thats my weakness. I started to play some air guitar and sing along. When the song ended I grabbed my drink and started downing it, I finished it at about the same time he did, so I offered to grab him a refill too. He gratefully accepted my offer and I started walking to the front when all of a sudden I heard the beginning to the Blink song, the one that I just played, I turned to look at him and see if maybe he did it by accident but he was, once again, air drumming and singing.

“I screwed up on the one solo, so I had to play it again” He laughed as I approached him and handed him his drink. I giggled. I started really liking this guy and I already knew that I wanted to take this out of this little crappy bar, but I would be patient and wait. I watched as he attempted to perfect his solo and laughed when he stopped and said he screwed it up again. So, I took out another dollar and played it - again. 

After many more drinks and a few more rounds of “always” by blink 182, Dylan’s face had just gotten undeniably close to my own and I was very aware of the drinks that we had both just had. It may have been the buzz, but I swear to god he was about to kiss me when my phone started blaring: it was Hanah, the one who left me on the damn curb. Dylan looked down at his empty bottle and grabbed mine and signaled that he was going to grab more as I answered my phone. 

“Heeeelllllooooo?” I answered drunkenly.

 "Hey! Clubs dead, where’d ya go?“ she asked slurring her words. 

 "I-uh-” I began to reply as Dylan walked over and handed me my beer. His face dropped when I began telling her where I was. 

“Okay, yay! Be there in ten!” she practically yelled. I hung up the phone and looked at him.

 "Um…yeah my friends are on their way…" I told him taking a drink.

“Well, I gathered that much” he replied a snarkily, throwing in a wink so that I knew he wasnt really being a dickhead. 

“You might like them..” I answered reading the expression on his face. He lifted an eyebrow but didn’t reply. I rolled my eyes at him and mouthed the word ‘sorry’ before taking another swig.

 "This is the friend who ditched you? Sorry, but your friend sounds like a bitch.“ he stated blatantly. I laughed nearly spitting out the beer that I had just taken a drink of. 

“She’s not that bad, it is her birthday…” I told him trying to defend her - even though I knew he was right.

Hanah was a typical party girl. She drank and listened to awful music and was way too high maintenance to keep a guy for long. So she didn’t, she scooted and booted. Not that I was one to talk, I knew exactly where I wanted to end up by the end of this night.

“Okay, well I will put up with them if you come home with me tonight.” he said quickly, almost too quickly for me catch onto what he said. Without even thinking about it I smiled (surely my face was crimson red) and I winked at him.

“Deal.” I promised. I didn’t think he was going to be so straight up about it, but hey, I like it when someone doesn’t beat around the bush.

We both finished our drinks and we went up to the bar together, his hand on my lower back, when a sudden loud bang made us jump. There was laughter and before I knew it Hanah and her group of friends burst through the door.

She was wasted. Not like a little drunk, but falling over her own feet - wasted. Dylan took his hand off my back, as much as I hated the loss of contact, I walked over to her and asked if she was okay.

She had brought a guy but she was too busy staring at Dylan to even pay attention to him.

“Ohmigooood! you are sooooo fucking cute!” she said to him, he rolled his eyes and walked over to me and placed a hand around my waist making me warm all over. I could practically feel his stubble between my legs. Suddenly, desperate to get my hands all over him, I went to Hanah.

“Hanah, Dylan and I were just getting ready to leave,” I firmly stated adding a wink to let her know what was about to happen.

“Ohhh! GET SOME GIRL!” she slurred more loudly than I liked. Dylan’s neck snapped up from his phone and he raised his eyebrows at me and smirked. I could feel my face fill with crimson color as I attempted to keep my cool and look sexy when I smiled back at him.

He walked over to me more confidently than he had been (borderline cocky) and he placed his hand on my hips, making me squirm. 

“You wanna get out of here?” He asks in a sexy low tone. Instead of answering and giving away my excitement, I just nodded, maybe a little more eagerly than I had anticipated. I pounded the last drink and at that point had an intense buzz and was ready for some alone time with Dylan.

"Let’s get out of here.” I told him grabbing his hand and pulling him behind me. As soon as we got out of the bar his lips were on mine, my fingers instantly grabbed at his soft brown hair making him moan into the kiss. My tongue met his as we stumbled Drunkenly through the parking lot of the small bar.

“my car is right there” he said pointing to a shabby beaten up old Jeep. He backed me up to it and pressed me against the door, hands slipping under my thighs. He easily lifted me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and could feel his generously sized cock pressed up against my heat through the rough khaki material. I moaned as he pressed hard against my covered core. I pulled away to take a breath, the buzz from the alcohol only made more intense by the lack of oxygen. We were both panting when I hopped down, he whined at the loss of contact but I grabbed him by the shirt, opened a back door and shoved him on the seat. He laid down and I got on top of him, closing the door behind me. I straddled him, connecting our lips again.

“oh god, you’re so hot.“ He said between kisses. I just giggled as I moved my lips from his and attached them to his neck. I left searing, open mouth kisses from his neck to his collar bone. He was practically purring under my touch.

I pushed his shirt up to drag my teeth gently down the patch of hair under his abdomen. I licked and sucked and kissed the skin right above where his pants stopped me. I used my teeth to unbutton his khakis making him groan as I look up at him through my lashes.

“Where have you been all my life?” He whispered as I pulled down his pants and boxers making his erection spring up against his stomach. My eyes widened as I came to face his hardened cock. “I was just asking myself the same thing.” I told him, licking my lips as my panties dampened at the thought of how great it would feel when he pounded into me. I licked a strip up the underside of his cock making him mewl in satisfaction. I swirled my tongue around the swollen, pink tip of his cock, collecting the precum that had gathered there. Finally in one swift motion I put my lips around his cock and began to slowly bob my head up and down.

With the filthy sounds escaping his throat egging me on, I deep throated his cock and hollowed my cheeks. His tip hitting the back of my throat made my eyes water but I picked up the pace, wrapping my hand around what I couldn’t fit in my mouth. His hips bucked up keeping in time with my bobbing head.

"Oh, god that feels so good.” He practically whined. Eyes watering I looked at him through my lashes. He was propped on one elbow, his head hung back but I could just see enough of his face to watch him lick his lips.

I finally slowed my bobbing head to a stop, and let his hardened cock out of my mouth. He sat up quickly, so I got to my knees. He pulled me in for a rough, teeth clashing, passionate kiss. He broke the kiss only for a minute to practically ripping my dress down off of my shoulders. He then moved his lips off mine, and began trailing open mouthed kisses across my jawline and down my neck, he gently bit down on the pressure point sending a shock of pleasure all the way to my core; suddenly I couldnt wait to have him inside me. He caressed the pressure point with his tongue before moving his mouth to my hardened nipples. He kissed them softly, going from one to another; my core beginning to ache with need. While he was kissing and sucking on my hardened peaks, I placed my hand on his cock and stroked him making us both moaning messes. The ache was starting to become unbearable, I rubbed my legs together for some friction, it didnt ease my need. Dylan noticed and laid back down on the seat, pulling me down with him. As our lips attached again, and he slowly slid his hands down my sides, all the way to my ass. He gave it a little squeeze before pulling my dress up, and ripping my panties off of me and throwing the silky material to the floor. He pulled me up higher so I could position myself over top of his dick. I slowly slid down, relieving the ache. He held my hips down to keep himself from slamming into my tight pussy. When I finally adjusted to his generous size I gave him the go ahead. He slowly lifted me up, all the way to the top of his cock then without warning he pulled me down roughly slamming himself inside me, hitting me right where I needed him to. He began slamming deep inside of me, the coil deep within my core tightened so much so it could have burst any minute, making me scream his name.

"Oh my god, Dylan! I'm gonna-" I began, but he stopped as quickly as he had began.

"Not yet, baby." Dylan said, a smile playing on his lips. I looked at him, practically whining with my denied release. He began moving his hips up and down slowly, torturingly slow. My urge to slam myself down on him was almost uncontrolable.

He finally began moving deeper inside of me at a faster pace and I could again feel the coil in my abdomen tighten. Dylans eyes began to roll in the back of his head when I gentely moved his hands from my hips and started to ride his dick full force. I slammed myself into him over and over again until my eyes were rolling too. The only sound inside the cramped jeep were his grunts and my loud moans.

"Oh fuck!" He moaned between gritted teeth. I kept up my pace pushing myself closer and closer to the edge. He began bucking his hips slamming his cock deep within me harder and harder until I could feel his release fill me and I had a mind shattering orgasm that had me seeing white as I screamed his name. He finally slowed, taking deep panting breaths. I was panting too as i pressed my forehead to his. He gave me another long, meaningful kiss before pulling himself out of me.

“That was..that was..." I began, trying to catch my breath.

"Amazing." He finished.

I sat up awkwardly, pulling my dress down. He pulled his pants up and we sat in silence for a minute.

"So...can I get your number?" He asked. I gave it to him, hoping he would call sooner rather than later. I gave him one more kiss before hopping out of the broken down car and returning to the dive bar in search of Hanah and her crew.

He never called, and my heart was broken. I could have really fallen for him, too.

But that - that is just the beginning of my story with Dylan O'Brien.

[cloudfiveclub]

Could you do a domestic Joel ask ? Him / his family finding out that you don’t have a good relationship with your own . I feel like sooooo many of us understand the family tension thing , and cnco helps us kind of escape it . Idk I just think Joel would not really freak out the most , but like freak out the most . I mean discovering his baby never got the kind of love he got ? Mans gonna flip and make you feel like the most loved and beautiful person in the world .

hey, this request hit a little close to home and i got to work on this right away tbh. sorry if this wasn’t exactly what you wanted cause i got a little too into this! everything in this fic is based on my own experiences, although some details have been changed and omitted. i chose to write this based on my own experiences because i’m sure i’m not the only cncowner (or person) who has gone through the same exact things i have, so i want you guys to know you aren’t alone. message or send me an ask if you want to talk xx 

definition of love ➵ j.p. 

trigger warning ; mention of suicide, family/domestic tensions, fighting, mention of verbal abuse

Joel respected the fact that you were a distrustful person. He really did. But he was getting antsy because he knew there was something you weren’t telling him.

When you first met each other, he’d immediately been attracted to your stunning smile and sugary sweet personality. You were nice to everyone, but still honest and never afraid to speak your mind. He’d asked you out after a couple of weeks of knowing you, but as he spent more and more time with you, he came to the realisation that you were weary around him. You hesitated in telling him certain things, and always spoke in a cautious manner, like you were giving all your sentences careful consideration so as not to reveal anything.

He hadn’t said anything about it, but eventually his patience was rewarded and you warmed up to him. He had wormed his way into your heart and mind, and the two of you started a happy relationship. You trusted him more, and was able to let loose more freely around him.

But he knew you were still keeping a secret from him. It was a nagging gut feeling he had; like a default boyfriend sensing sort of system that told him you weren’t telling him something. He really really wanted to know what it was, but he didn’t want to push you. You were the type of person to reveal less things the more a person pushed and insisted.

So he just left it and hoped you would cave.

And you would tonight.

Joel was lying in bed with you after an intimate session, bodies glistening with sweat and clothes strewn over the floor. His right arm was wrapped round your shoulders, tenderly caressing your skin, while his left arm was behind his head. Your head rested on his chest, the both of you bathing in the comfortable silence. The only thing that could be heard in your apartment was your breathing.

“You were a little rough today,” you finally broke the silence.

Joel shifted his gaze to you the same time you looked up, a tiny smile making its way onto your face.

“You say that like you didn’t enjoy it,” he teased, eyes flickering down to your lips as you pulled you bottom lip between your teeth. You hummed, pulling your gaze away from him. You brought your fingers up, tracing circles onto his skin lightly. Your touch was like a feather, and it made goosebumps appear on his arms. Joel didn’t keep his eyes off of you.

“You okay?” he asked. He wasn’t sure what exactly motivated him to ask you that. Maybe he wanted to check in to make sure if you were really alright after how hard he went, or maybe it was another vague attempt to get you to talk to him.

“Yeah. I am,” you replied softly, pausing your invisible drawings on his pectorals.

“I love you.”

You looked up at Joel again, a little startled this time round, when he whispered that. His eyes were soft, hope evident in them. And you knew what he wanted. He wanted to hear you say it back. And you hadn’t.

Your boyfriend had popped the ‘L’ word three months back, and if you were being frank, it had scared the absolute crap out of you. You didn’t want to lead him on, and being the honest person you are, you had told him you didn’t feel the same yet. Joel was extremely disappointed to say the least, but luckily for you, you’d managed to swoop up an understanding man, so he told you to only say it back when you truly meant it. You two had moved on like always, and you were comfortable with him showering you with his love and affections whenever he wanted.

But why was this time so different?

You stared back up at him for a moment, before a somewhat obligatory smile graced your face. You could see his face fall in slight disappointment once again, but he did his best to cover it up. He turned away from you, choosing to look out the window into the city skyline. He sighed softly, chest raising slightly before going back down as he let out the breath.

But you didn’t turn away from him. You continued looking over your boyfriend; from his incredible jawline to his soft oh so kissable lips, up to his nose and to his eyes. You loved his eyes. They were always so filled with kindness and warmth, and the brown of his irises always shone like pools of honey in the sun. Joel was a physically beautiful man, but there were so many other tiny habits and fragments of his personality that you loved.

Loved.

You loved how he always insisted on putting his right sock on first, acting like it was some sort of crucial good luck gesture. You loved how he always made sure all his bandanas were colour coded. You loved how picky he was when it came to organising his rings and accessories. You loved how you could do dumb skin care routines together as a couple. And as annoying as it was sometimes, you loved how adorably irritated he got whenever he saw someone giving him shit on twitter.

You loved Joel. And you couldn’t keep it silent anymore.

But once you told him you loved him, you’d have to tell him that. And you didn’t want anyone else to know about it. Could you trust him? You’re sure you do. That wasn’t even a question you should be asking yourself. You had given him your virginity and first kiss. You had let him see you at some of your most vulnerable moments.

You’d kept it to yourself for eighteen years. Eighteen years too long.

“I love you too.”

You hadn’t realised you’d been holding in your breath until he turned to you in shock.

“Yeah?” he asked softly, a smile growing on his face as he slowly registered your words. You bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from grinning stupidly like your boyfriend.

“Yeah. I love you.”

Joel pretty much attacked you again, propelling off the bed and pushing you into the mattress, peppering kisses all over your face and down your neck. It tickled, and you giggled at his happiness. It warmed your heart, and you were glad you had managed to make him so elated. You didn’t really want to ruin the moment, but you wanted to tell him before you chickened out.

“Hey- Hey!” You laughed when he nuzzled his head into your neck, his ebony curls tickling your nose. “I… I wanna tell you something.”

Joel failed to look up, just simply humming in acknowledgement that he was listening as he continued kissing your neck, hands wrapping round your waist to trap you underneath him. He pressed a smooch to your sweet spot and you couldn’t contain the mewl that sounded out, but you wanted him to be serious first.

“Um. It’s important, Joel,” you breathed out, hand threading through his hair to try and pull his attention away from your neck. He did so, gazing up at you, but his eyebrows knitted together into a frown when he caught sight of the look you had.

“Y/N, you alright?” he asked gently, pulling away from you. He shifted away from you slightly to give you some space, propping his elbow up on the bed and resting the side of his head on his fist. His left arm was wrapped round your waist, fingers gingerly rubbing your skin soothingly.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you stared up at him. Your chest tightened, and a pit of nervousness formed in your stomach. Why the hell were you suddenly so anxious? You sighed deeply, suppressing all your nerves as best you could.

“You can’t tell anyone about this,” you murmured, shifting your gaze away from him to instead look down at the blanket that covered both your naked selfs. “You have to promise.”

Joel looked at you confused, pausing his rubbing motions on your waist.

“Okay?” he said unsurely. You sucked in a breath. Not convincing enough.

“I mean it. You can’t tell anyone, Joel. Please.”

Joel was becoming a little perturbed at your behaviour. You had turned serious so quickly. Your tone made it seem like you were almost begging him to take whatever you were about to tell him to the grave. His fingers danced along your hip as he stared straight into your eyes, which were practically pleading him. He scanned your face as you awaited his reply, swallowing the saliva that had begun to pool in his mouth. He’d admit, he had never seen you so… desperate before. But why-

Oh. This was it.

“Yeah. I promise,” he pledged sincerely, voice soft and comforting.

You exhaled when he said that, eyes falling shut for a few seconds. Joel waited patiently, allowing you to compose yourself.

“Um… you’ve met my parents,” you began, finally opening your eyes to look at him. Joel nodded hesitantly, clearly puzzled on where you were going with this.

“You remember I told you how nervous I was? And I literally had like, a complete mental breakdown,” you scoffed and rolled your eyes at ‘mental breakdown’, and Joel’s comforting actions on your hips faltered for a second. He remembered the day really clearly. He knew when you said ‘mental breakdown’, you were partly exaggerating it. It was closer to a panic attack. But he understood why you described it that way; you had become really short of breath, and all sorts of paranoia and worries had entered your mind on the drive over to your parents’ place. Joel had to sit in the car for ten minutes calming you down before the both of you went in.

“I mean, there was a reason for it,” you shrugged. “My mom’s never really liked any of my friends. She always got me to stop befriending them. I don’t know, she used to say they were all bad for me. And I mean- she picked on all their flaws. It was never anything bad. She just… always saw the bad side of people.”

You fiddled with your fingers, pausing for a second to take a deep breath.

“I was just really scared she wouldn’t like you. That she’d come to me and start pointing out every single bad thing about it and make it seem like I shouldn’t be with you because of that. That she wouldn’t see past all that and see the good things.”

Joel smiled a little when you said that, and you returned it. You stayed silent for a while, breathing in nervously. This was harder than you thought.

“My parents… uh, they fought a lot when I was younger?”

It came out sounding closer to a question than a statement. But Joel remembered you saying this once. A while ago. You were subconciously asking him to recall it without realising it. He nodded, giving you the ‘okay’ to continue on.

“They used to throw a lot of things. They would scream at the top of their lungs. It was scary. I used to hide in my room and play with my stuffed toys and hope they would come alive. You know, like Toy Story, so they could comfort me when they were yelling in the kitchen.

They would blame me a lot for other things too. Compare me to the people they hated the most. Accuse me of plotting something against them when I something went wrong. I don’t know, I used to just ignore it but it was often it just kinda got to me, you know?” you whispered quietly. Your bottom lip quivered when you recalled those memories.

Tell him everything. Don’t stop there.

“My mom tried to kill herself a few times.”

You hadn’t realised you had started crying when you said that. You only noticed when Joel reached up to wipe your tears away. You took in a deep breath and let out a sob. Joel tensed up when you did that, leaning down to press a few kisses to your cheeks. This was more than he bargained for. Joel didn’t know it was this serious. And now he was more worried for you than ever.

“I know it happened once when I was three. She was fighting with my dad. We lived in a high rise apartment at the time. She climbed out the window, dangled over the ledge. We were- we were on the tenth fucking story.”

At this point, you could barely go on. You weren’t even paying attention to anything but your words until Joel pulled you out of it. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you as close to him as you could. You couldn’t quite register what was happening. You were crying too hard, heaving and panting and struggling for air as your nose clogged up.

“She blamed me for it. She always blamed me for everything,” you sobbed, clutching onto his shoulders.

Joel could practically feel you shaking in his arms as you spilled everything to him. He never thought that it could all be so serious. You had never said anything.

“I’m sorry baby,” he whispered, rubbing your back as he let you let everything out. “Thank you for telling me.”

Joel didn’t care if you guys had only been dating for eleven months. He didn’t care if you were only eighteen and he was only twenty. He could never leave you after hearing this.

He was going to marry you someday.

[goldenhour-goldenboy]

You know the scene in the Notebook were Noah tell Ally "I want you. Always a forever, all of you" or something like that. Could you write something with that for Will and his S/O?

So, two things first:

1. I haven’t seen the notebook (I know, I know) and I only know like the basic plot a bit, kinda and had to hop over to youtube to watch the scene, which wasn’t that .. it’s not like it’s bad or anything, you know? Just, those kinda movies are mostly way too dramatic for me sooooo … But I liked it. I liked it enough that I can picture it with Will and that’s all that matters and if it’s your fav movie that’s fine as well :) Just putting it out there that I have never seen it from start to finish and therefore please don’t come for me if it’s not “like in the movie”.

2) Because the last Will thing I wrote got an incredible amount of feedback (thank you so much for that, I highly appreciate it!) I mixed the requests for a second part together with this one bc … it worked? Idk it seemed like a good opportunity, lol.

3) This got incredibly long, so I’ve put the rest under the cut :)

Part One | Part Two

It’s odd, you think. All of this is very, very odd to you and doesn’t feel real in the slightest. The noise of the other guests just fade off into the background, suddenly you don’t feel the cold glass of champagne in your hands an, miss the pointe of a joke you weren’t listening to in the first place. All your eyes can focus on is Will across the garden, starring back at you.

It’s odd and you think to yourself you’ve never seen him like this, never expected to have to. Will looks … well, he’s Will so the word ‘thin’ doesn’t feel right but he certainly doesn’t look healthy, he doesn’t look right. You can’t really put your finger on it for a moment. It’s not the weight, he still holds himself up high, shoulder’s square in a tension that he’ll probably never quite get rid off, to deeply impregnated in his mind from the years and years of physical training. It’s not his eyes, shocked yet totally focused on you over the yard, completely ignoring the host and her husband, still grasping the lightly blue package of a present in his hands - his hands. 

The memories come rushing back before you get to draw a sharp breath, slapping you in the face with little details you’ve thought you’ve forgotten about him, how he likes this one cup because it just the right size for him his big fingers to curl around it to warm up in the morning. How gentle his knuckles brushed over your cheek, how he used this one balm for his constantly dry skin that smelled like, like - the lost memory jerks you back into reality, back to Will who’s still looking at you and the chatter of people around you. 

You blink. It feels as if the world takes a deep breath, inhaling, slowing everything around you down to an almost freeze - before slamming you back into your body. Suddenly you’re aware of the noise and the people around you, every inch of your body on fire and before you know it you’re putting as much distance between you and Will as you possibly can - Will, who’s gripping the baby blue gift so tightly he crunches up the wrapping on the edges. You’re almost at your car, parked on the street out front, when you hear someone following you down the narrow driveway but you keep walking. You don’t want to hear it. Whatever he has to say, you decide, he can keep it to himself. 

“Maybe he’s sorry.” A tiny part of you pipes up and you thrust your hand into your bag so hard, searching blindly for your keys, you tear your skin on something sharp. A string of curses leave your lips just as Will starts to speak.

“Y/N - ” 

“Safe it.” Your head moves on instinct in his direction but you avert your eyes immediately, barely a glance with hard eyes and an even harder face. 

“I just - “

“No.”

His voice drops to the calming tone that used to work wonders. Now it makes you furious. “Just let me -”

“I really don’t want to hear it, Will.” His name slips out in an angry rush before you can think about it and you instantly regret it. His face changes.

“Look, I didn’t want this to happen and I know it’s not fair, but -”

“No.” You put as much force into word it feels strong enough to stop a herd of wild bulls. Something inside you shifts and your barely kept composure crumbles. You explode. “No! None of all of this is fair and it’s not going to get any better so would you just - “You take a shaky breath, trying to lower your voice before you yell down the whole neighborhood.” - just leave me be.”

“I didn’t want to hurt you.” You feel as if you’re back in the damn kitchen.

“But you did, William. You broke my fucking heart and I’m the one who’s left to pick up the pieces you caused! It took me weeks to get myself off the ground so please, just leave me be and excuse me if I don’t want to be in your presence right now.” 

“I’m leaving.” He offers and you can see it in his eyes he’s desperate to grasp anything that he’s able to do. “I’m leaving and you can go back and everything’s going to be fine.”

“No need, I’m not in the mood for a party anymore.” 

Nothing follows. You know he’s still behind you, hands probably rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous habit. A part of you doesn’t care that he’s still standing there, waiting. A part of you does. A part of you wonders why he’s hovering all of the sudden. Will was never the one to push you when you told him to stop but now his presence is overbearing with something unspoken. Your hand hovers over the car door.

“I didn’t know you were coming.” 

You fumble with your keys. “Yeah, well. Hannah’s been my friend for six years, of course I’d come to her - “ the word engagement gets stuck in your throat, it feels slimy on the back of your tongue. ” celebration.” 

A painful expression settles over Will’s face, as if you’ve physically taken a step forward and slapped him. You surprised to not find any guilt about your words hurting him as you reach inside yourself and listen. This has been cooking inside you for a while.

“I don’t want to ruin this for you.” Will swallows, his voice becoming calm. The smoother he gets, the more angrier you get. “I don’t want you to leave because of me.” 

You scoff. “You didn’t mind me leaving the house a few months ago.”

Another slap to Will’s face. You can see his jaw work, teeth grinding from suppressed emotions. You hope there’s guilt involved in the mix. “Y/N…”

“Don’t.” You draw a deep breath. “Just … let me go.” This time you bite your tongue before another snappy remark makes it past your lips. 

“It hurts me as well.”

“I doubt that.” You mouth tastes bitter. “And I truly don’t care.” 

“I think I’ve made a mistake.”

You freeze. Keys in hand, eyes on the hood of your car, you freeze. 

Will breaths out and repeats. “I think I’ve made a big fucking mistake.”

You’re sure you grip the door so hard it has your fingers imprinted on the door for forever now. Thoughts rush through your head, an insane amount of questions but none of them make it past your lips. Will takes you not taking off immediately as enough encouragement to continue on.

“I was a fucking idiot that week and I … I got inside my head and somehow convinced myself that this. “He gestures between you and him. “Couldn’t work and I got - I was so sure we’d just end up hurting each other. I really thought I was doing the right thing but ever since that night it just … it doesn’t feel right anymore.” A rasp makes it’s way into Will’s voice and now your eyes sneak back to him. “Nothing feels right anymore. I thought this was wanted I wanted but … it’s not. It’s just not.” He takes another breath. “It’s you, it’s always been you. I know I fucked up, I know that now and I’m sorry. I did this terrible thing to you, to us and I can’t take it back. I just wish I …” He stops. There’s nothing more to say.

It feels like someone dunked you underwater, the flood of information simply being too much for you to comprehend. You can’t help blow out a breathy, unbelieving laugh. “What am I supposed to do with that now?” You’re eyes look around the driveway helplessly. “What the fuck do I do with that, Will?”

“I just wanted you to know. Maybe to know that I’m just as fucked up from this.” Will’s face has softened, his breathing coming back to normal and although doubt still lingers at the back of your mind he somewhat looks relieved. “It’s all.” 

He’s stretching his limit and he knows it. His words echo in your head, over and over again like an avalanche rushing down your body and ripping off every band aid you’ve so carefully applied in the last couple of weeks, feelings purring out of the cut as you still stare at him. Will retaliates quickly before you work yourself into another moment of panic, taking one calculated step forward with his eyes steady on you.

“This is all, I promise. I will leave you now, you can go back to the party or go home and we’ll never speak of it again.” The thought, weirdly enough, turns your spine to ice.” But if you don’t want that, if there’s some part that’s still not done and doesn’t hate me completely …. then let me call you.” He studies your face, letting his words sink in for a moment before speaking up again. “I’m in town till the end of next week. And then again in a few weeks. Whenever you like.”

 And there he is - the William Miller you’ve known for years, who just knows that this is as much as you can take for one night, who gives you time and space because it’s what he does, always suggesting, rarely pushing. His voice gets low and gentle, sliding over to you and cradles you in that warmth you’ve been so used to. His eyes are searching your face for any sign at all, eyes underneath thick lashes you remember so well.

“I’ve changed my number.” You mumble but even to your ears it sounds more like an excuse. 

A small smile slips onto Will’s face and you think this is the last straw for you, before your knees buckle and give out but he wipes it off a second later. “Yeah, i’ve noticed that.” His hand slides to the inside of his jacket and he offers you his phone. 

You stare at it. The sentence stirs something inside you, a tiny spot glowing in your chest, warm and … hopeful. You grab Will’s phone from his out stretched hand and punch your digits into the phone before it has the chance to grow into something more. As you hand it back your fingers brush against his palm and this time you have to bite your cheek to ignore the stirring.

It’s odd, you think pulling out and looking into the review mirror one last time, how you can be angry at him this much and still hope he calls.  

[melodramaticfanatic-blog]

Alarm Clock - Bucky one shot

Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: smut; 18+ warning. I regret nothing but this is very little plot and mostly naughty. Oh, also, I didn’t proof read this at all. I wrote it, pasted it and posted it so...

Summary: Reader always seems to oversleep

A/N: HEY! This is what I did today (among other things). Enjoy it. Also, for upcoming work please let me know who you want to see appear in a multifandom project I’m working on! 

I’m working on a BUNCH of stuff right now but I want to give you all what you want; help me do that! Feel free to drop in my asks if you wanna stay anonymous 

Gif not mine, credit to owner

The knock on the door was quiet to the point of barely being a knock. It was more a slight tap, too shy and hesitant to really be called anything else. Bucky stood in the hallway shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. Leave it to Steve to pressure him into waking you up. Sure, you two were friends and he’d spent time in your room before (late night movie sessions or just hanging out and talking privately always happened in your room instead of his because it was so much more homey and comfortable than his practically empty suite) but that didn’t necessarily mean that he was ready to invade your space and drag you out of unconsciousness. He knew how pleasant sleep could be and really didn’t want to be the one that took that happiness away from you. Still, Steve said it was time for training and what the Captain wants, the Captain gets...one way or another.

“Y/N?” Bucky called softly with another unsure knock. “Doll, you awake?”

Still no answer. Not even a rustle of bedding could be detected with his enhanced senses. With a deep sigh, Bucky resigned himself to the fact that he was going to have to do this the hard way and he reached out to open the door, slipping his large body inside the moment the gap was wide enough for him.

“Sweet Jesus!” Bucky’s eyes went so wide he was shocked that they didn’t pop right out of his head and roll away. It took every bit of will power in him to drag his gaze away from your form and up to the ceiling. Who in the holy hell sleeps with their legs spread wide open like that?! His breathing was unsteady and he was mouthing a prayer low under his breath as he thought about what his Ma would say if she knew what was going on in his head at this moment. Seemingly of their own volition, his eyes returned to you.

You were soundly asleep, laying atop the soft sheets with limbs spread in every direction, your chest rising and falling slowly in a deep, steady rhythm. Bucky’s gaze traveled over your messy hair, haloed around your head from how you had been rolling your sleep, down the delicate curve of your neck and to the swell of your breast. The sheets that had probably started out covering you were bunched to the side, another byproduct of your overnight tossing, leaving him with a clear view of the tank top and small cotton boy shorts you had worn to bed. He could clearly see the peaks of your nipples through the thin material and he had to shut his eyes for a moment as his body began to tremble slightly.

Alright, so Bucky may have a little thing for you. Just a couple of feelings that ranged beyond the platonic appearance he tried to maintain. It wasn’t really much. Just that he was crazy about you. Infatuated. Deeply and totally in love with you and he wanted to have his way with you in every room of the compound. That was normal, right?

From over on the bed, Bucky heard a low moan and it made his knees weak. Goddamnit if this went any further he was going to embarrass himself.

“Bucky?” Your voice was still slurred slightly with sleep. “‘Sgoing on?”

“Uh, hey, Doll,” he said with a shaky laugh, prying his eyes open again. “Stevie sent me to get you. Looks like you overslept for training again.”

You groaned and threw your arm over your eyes (which may have caused your breasts to bounce in the most appealing way Bucky had ever seen). “That man has no respect for sleeping in.”

“Not even a bit of respect…” Bucky trailed off as his gaze returned to its previous journey down your body. The way that you were shifting as you stretched had caused the tank top to ride up slightly, baring a thin strip of your flesh in between the hem of the shirt and the top of your boy shorts. Bucky desperately wanted to drag his lips over that space, kissing every bit of exposed skin while murmuring how much he loved and wanted you. Even worse (or better? Sooooo much better...god, he was definitely going to hell, sorry Ma) was the fact that the movement had pulled on your shorts in a similar manner, pressing the fabric more tightly against your flesh. With your legs still splayed across the bed and Bucky still standing at the door across from you, he could clearly see every dip and curve of your core through the thin material. He shifted uncomfortably again, trying to rearrange his raging hard on without you noticing.

“Say, uh, Doll-” he cleared his throat as he tried to decide what exactly he wanted to say.

“It’s alright, Buck. I’m up now.” You lowered your arm from your face with a resigned sigh and swung your legs over the side of the bed so that you were in a sitting position. “I’ll get changed and meet you guys in the gym in ten.”

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That day had been a hard one for him. Steve had managed to hit him in the head several times while they sparred because he was too distracted by watching you to keep his guard up. Then you had decided to stretch right in front of the heavy bag while he was in the middle of his sequence. Thanks to the way you bent over and put your ass on display, he now owed Stark another bag to replace the one he had mangled. Both you and Steve had noticed his odd behavior and questioned him several times, trying to make sure that he was alright. Every time someone commented on it, Bucky simply claimed he was tired and hadn’t slept well. A believable lie considering he often didn’t sleep well but a lie all the same. All in all, it was a relief to slip away and hid out in his room, his thoughts a maelstrom of indecision and you.

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Bucky got up earlier than normal the next morning. Now he could honestly say that he hadn’t slept well. Thoughts of you had kept him awake most of the night along with the dull ache that those thoughts caused in his groin. Bucky had desperately wanted to close his eyes and picture you (he could remember every detail of what he had seen so perfectly) while getting himself off but the thought also made him feel so wrong. It was a total invasion of your privacy. He was supposed to be a gentleman (and your friend!) and taking advantage of the fact that he had seen you so vulnerable was not how a gentleman behaved (no matter how much said gentleman’s body might want him to). As a result of his restless night, Bucky was in the kitchen already steadily depleting the coffee pot when Steve arrived.

“Hey, Buck! You’re up early,” the blond mused as he walked into the kitchen wearing his navy sweatpants and tight grey shirt. Did Steve even own any shirts that fit him? Bucky had been meaning to ask. “Ready for a run?”

“Sure, Stevie. Just the two of us today?”

“Sam and Y/N are coming too. I asked last night.” Steve filled a mug of his own and glanced at the clock on the wall. “Actually, they should be down here by now. Wonder what’s keeping them?”

A bit too quickly, Bucky set his empty mug into the sink and pushed his body away from the counter where he had been leaning. “Why don’t you see about Sam and I’ll go check in on Y/N?”

Steve raised his eyebrows and shot his friend a confused look but Bucky was already halfway out of the kitchen.

“You know how she loves her sleep,” he continued with an unconvincing laugh. “I’ll bet she’s still in bed.”

“Uh- Ok, pal. Just uh- meet us outside?”

Bucky gave a wave over his shoulder and practically jogged down the hallway towards your room. The entire trip he tried to convince himself that he was just being a good friend. Just making sure that you hadn’t overslept and that you got enough exercise. He was definitely not trying to catch another glimpse of you in bed. So if his knock on the door happened to be even more quiet than it was yesterday, that was only because he didn’t want to scare you. It had absolutely nothing to do with his desire to be in the room once more while you spread out over the mattress like a dream.

After waiting about 30 seconds without an answer or a sound behind the door, Bucky concluded that you must still be asleep. Looks like it was his role (no, his responsibility as your friend!) to come in and wake you up. Just like the day before, Bucky held his breath and slipped inside the room as quietly as possible.

“Nnngrrr-” the sound of the groan that he let out was barely human. It sounded much more akin to an animal in pain but damn it- how were you wearing LESS than you had been yesterday!? This tank top seemed to be made of a thinner material than yesterday’s had been and it looked like you had purposefully bought it a size too small so that it hugged each and every curve obscenely (had you been taking fashion advice from STEVE?!). Even worse (better!! SO MUCH BETTER!!) was the change in panties. Gone were yesterday’s boy shorts. Instead you had donned a pair of lacy underwear that barely covered anything and, wait….was it a thong?! Oh, it was definitely a thong. If Bucky bent his knees just slightly he could easily see the thin strip of material disappearing between your folds because you were, once again, sprawled wantonly across the bed. He felt as though he had been transported into a cartoon and any moment a literal angel and devil were going to appear on his shoulders. He couldn’t decide which part of his brain was louder: the half screaming for him to stare at you and touch you and taste you and never let you go or the half screaming for him to behave, turn around, look at the ceiling and respect your privacy.

For now, the respectful side won. Bucky lifted his gaze to your face and studied it as he called your name. His eyes drifted over the arch of your brow, watching the way it furrowed slightly as he retrieved you from your dream, the high plane of your cheekbone, the sharp line of your nose and the plump curve of your lips. He stopped there and just stared for a few moments, tracing over the contours of your mouth and imagining all the things he wanted to watch them do, all the sounds he wanted to cause to fall from them, all the words he wished they’d form. You smiled slightly as you began to wake and he couldn’t help but mirror your expression, taking a step closer to the bed.

“Doll?”

“Mmm…” you let out a whiny little moan that caused him to chuckle.

“Looks like I’m your alarm clock again, Y/N.”

“Don’t wanna get up,” you said with a mock pout to your voice. “Wanna stay in bed all day and cuddle.”

“Next time don’t tell Steve you’ll go on a run then, silly.”

Your eyes opened slowly and found him still standing between the door and your bed. “But you’re going on the run.”

Bucky didn’t know what to say to that. Is that why you trained with Steve even though you hated getting up early and he was the king of the morning people? You did it to be with him!?

“Alright, alright my own personal rooster. I’m awake.” You swung your legs over the side of the bed and sat up again, running a hand through your hair as you gathered in up into an elastic. “But after the run, I’m eating my weight in pancakes.”

Bucky’s low, rumbling chuckles died out the instant you stood up and strolled over towards your bathroom apparently unconcerned that he could see every bit of your ass as you passed by him with a pronounced sway in your step.

“Ma, give me strength,” he gasped as he leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes, willing off the latest in a series of raging erections you had caused.

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“So uh...what’s going on with you and Y/N?”

Bucky nearly fell on his face when Steve asked him that the next morning before breakfast. “What? Nothing. Nothing’s going on, Stevie. Why would you think that something is going on?” Smooth, Barnes. Very smooth. Since when was Steve the one that remained cool under pressure?

The blond gave a nonchalant shrug and continued staring at Bucky over his cup of coffee, steam rising in front of his piercing blue eyes. “Well, for starters there’s the fact that it’s been taking you about a half an hour each morning to wake her up-”

“She’s a heavy sleeper.”

“- and you’ve been exceedingly ready to do just that every morning, by the way.”

“I, uh-I like making fun of her bed head,” Bucky tried to lie smoothly but he sounded more ridiculous by the moment he knew.

“Sure, pal. So I suppose you just tripped over a loose piece of pavement when you fell yesterday, right? Wouldn’t have had anything to do with the fact that your eyes were so glued to her you weren’t paying any attention to where you were going?”

Bucky could feel the flush creeping over his cheeks and knew that he was going to be bright red soon if he wasn't already. He had really taken a spill on the run the previous morning (in fact, he even had bruises from it) and Steve had nailed the reason why. You had just looked so amazing, running in front of him in your tight leggings and sports bra, your hair glimmering in the sun as you laughed at whatever Sam was saying. The stupid bird insisted on running with you and making him and Steve run together, saying that it was only fair since neither of them would be able to keep up with a super soldier. If Bucky could have just been next to you, he never would have fallen. It was only because he was so focused on what you were doing and hearing your laugh that he didn’t pay attention to where he set his feet.

“No clue what you mean, Punk.” Bucky pushed himself away from the counter and stared down at the ground, avoiding Steve’s incredulous expression as he tried to escape the kitchen again.

“Well, I hate to encourage this but Y/N said she wanted to get up early and surprise Tony with breakfast today. Something about a thank you present for him. You want to-?”

The words hadn’t even left his friend’s mouth before Bucky was nodding and waving goodbye to him. “On it!”

This morning trip down the hallway to your room was rapidly becoming one of his favorite moments of the day. It gave him just enough time to think about all the things he loved about you (how soft you were, how kind, how smart, how funny, how you never treated him like he was different or a monster or broken) and built up his anticipation for what might happen today. It was a wonderful thing that feeling of possibility, something that had been missing from his life for longer than he could remember. The open ended what if that suddenly had so many fabulous answers. Bucky barely tapped on the door at all anymore before sliding himself into your room with a gentle sigh. It was like he was coming home. He always took care to close his eyes and delay the moment when he would get to enjoy your beautiful form. Made sure that he was in the room with the door closed and only he could see you before landing his steely gaze on your body. He always thought he was mentally prepared...he never was.

“Grrrrhh!” Did he just fucking growl?!

You were going to be the death of him. Every other morning you had been on your back. Your limbs had been all over the place and you’d given him a show, sure, but always from the same angle. Not today though. Today you had decided to murder him where he stood. You were on the bed on your stomach, arms crossed under the pillow that rested under your head. The sheets were, as always, cast off to the side, revealing every inch of you to his ravenous eyes. And this morning it really was EVERY inch. There was not a stitch of fabric covering your body and Bucky’s eyes traveled the delicate curve of your spine down to the full roundness of your ass. Was he crazy or were your hips pressed slightly into the air? It certainly looked like your back was arched. His knees were trembling as he leaned back against the door and Bucky could feel his pounding heart over every bit of his body, almost as though his entire form was throbbing with the desire for you. The more his knees buckled, the lower he slid against the door. The lower he slid, the better his view got of your core...your glistening core. His head thumped back against the door and another growl left his mouth as his hands wrapped into fists at his side. You were wet. He could so easily just- no. Nope. Not an option. Time to think about some saints and his Ma and things that were definitely not at all sexy.

“Buck?” You said his name with a sleepy slur and stirred slightly.

“Yeah, Doll, it’s me.” Damn, get control Barnes. His voice was low and raspy. If he wasn’t careful you would certainly notice something was up (and it was DEFINITELY up).

“Whas’going on?”

Bucky approached the bed slowly and pulled the sheet over your bare ass, covering as little of your perfect (well, perfect to him) body as possible but still trying to be kind as the two sides of his mind battled over you. “Steve said you wanted to be up early? This oversleeping thing has kinda become a habit, sweetheart. You feeling ok?”

“Mmhmm,” you nodded, sleepily, turning your head to face him but not moving from your position. “‘M fine.”

“Getting enough sleep at night? Going to bed at a decent hour?”

“It’s so sweet that you look out for me, Buck.” You chuckled softly and flashed him a warm smile that made his heart thump against his ribcage. “Just keep missing my alarm is all.”

“Alright, well, I’ll leave you to it then, Doll.”

Just as he went to turn and head out, you let out a low moan and he felt your soft fingers circle around his wrist.

“Actually, Buck, can you help me out?”

He didn’t trust himself to speak, not when his pulse was going haywire at your touch, so he just looked back to you and nodded when he saw that your eyes were open.

“I’ve got this terrible crick in my neck; I think I must have slept wrong. Can you rub it out for me?”

Rub. It. Out. (Don’t growl, don’t moan, don’t cum in your pants). Bucky tried his best to react like a normal human being might. He nodded stiffly and sat down on the bed next to your hip, brushing his fingers over your skin as he pushed your hair out of the way. You let out a soft little sound, almost like a purr, and he had to remind himself again (don’t growl, don’t moan, don’t cum in your pants). He let his fingertips ghost over your soft skin once more, enjoying the way goosebumps seemed to form in his wake (though that was probably just because of the cool touch of his vibranium arm). He was careful to apply only the lightest pressure, his hands resting against your shoulders while his thumbs rubbed soft, soothing circles into your neck. He let the calloused pads travel up towards your hairline and then back down again, shivering slightly as you let out that low purr like sound.

“Mmm...a bit harder, Bucky?”

It took everything in him to remember his mantra that time and his hands gripped onto you more tightly as he fought for control over himself. Luckily, this forceful grip met your approval and you let out a soft gasp.

“Yeah, just like that.”

Bucky began praying under his breath as he squeezed and rolled your shoulders, trailing both his metal and flesh hands over your skin. You felt so perfect to him, so soft and supple and smooth. Each movement was as fluid as the ocean, each touch as delicate as velvet. He let the rest of the world slip away and put all of his attention on your delicate back, worshipping you as best he could.

“Did you both die or- whoops!”

Bucky turned to see Sam standing in the doorway with Steve just behind him, both men wearing identical expressions of shock and embarrassment.

“They’re fine, you’re fine, we’re leaving!” Steve was pulling at Sam’s arm in an effort to get him out of the room while your head poked around Bucky’s body and you began to laugh.

“Relax, weirdos. I had a pulled muscle or something in my neck. Bucky was just giving me a hand. Nothing inappropriate going on.”

“Of course not!” Bucky agreed, pulling slightly on his sweatpants. (It was absolutely true as long as him having thoughts that would make a porn star blush and pitching a huge tent didn’t qualify as inappropriate.)

“Alright, well, whatever y’all were up to is none of my business,” Sam said with a knowing wink. “Just wanted to let you know that Tony is up and about.”

“Awesome! If you boys wouldn’t mind making yourself scarce, I gotta put some clothes on so I can get to cooking.”

Bucky stood up quickly and began shepherding Sam and Steve out immediately.

“Well, wait a damn minute! Hold on now- she wasn’t wearing any-”

“OUT BIRD BRAIN!!”

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He needed an excuse. Any excuse to go to your room and wake you up. Only for the first time, he didn’t have one. Steve hadn’t mentioned any training. Breakfast was already made. Sam was busy doing whatever the hell he did when he wasn’t annoying Bucky and you...well, you just were missing. Was that a good enough excuse? He tried to play the scenario out in his mind (oh, hi, Doll, just wanted to stop by and make sure you’re awake for no specific reason and also, hey what’d you wear to bed last night?). Nope, he needed a reason.

“Hey, Steve?”

“I haven’t seen her.”

Bucky froze and looked over at his friend with wide eyes.

“That was what you were gonna ask, right?” The blond man asked, glancing up from the newspaper he was reading. “If I’d seen Y/N? Or maybe more accurately, if I needed to see her and give you a reason to head to her room?”

He could feel his mouth opening and closing soundlessly as if he had turned into a giant fucking goldfish.

“Buck,” Steve said with a low chuckle and a shake of his head. “Just go pound on the door and tell the woman you love her. Then buy her a damn alarm clock.”

That seemed like advice worth taking. Bucky was on his feet and moving down the hall only a heartbeat later. This time when he came to your door he didn’t bother knocking at all, he just slipped it open and slid his body inside, his eyes glued to the floor.

“Hey, Doll, I-UUuuuuggghh!”

The. Fucking. Death. Of. Him. That’s what you were going to be.

☆☆☆☆☆☆

You were waiting for him. Of course he was going to come to your room, it was practically routine at this point. Since you knew that, you decided to have a little fun with him. There were probably easier ways to get what you wanted but he had been so cute and flustered that first day when he saw you in bed. That time had been a complete accident but after seeing his reaction...well, maybe you just wanted to see how he’d respond to a little more. Teasing was over now though, which is why you were sitting completely naked on your bed, one leg draped off the side of the mattress, the other bent at the knee and propped up so that the door, and the gorgeous man in front of it, had a perfect view of your glistening sex as you swirled your finger in languid circles over your clit.

“Gonna just stand there, Sarge, or are you willing to lend a hand?”

Bucky was leaning against the door where he had sagged upon seeing you. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as his eyes darkened, the irises overtaking the arctic blue that surrounded them and his tongue darting out to wet his lips. His dark hair was pulled back into a bun at the nape of his neck but rogue strands had come loose and framed his angular face perfectly. As his jaw clenched under his dark beard, you couldn’t help but think how much you wanted him between your legs, which resulted in your hand moving with a little more force and a small whimper leaving your lips.

It was the sound that seemed to bring Bucky back. His eyes left your core to connect with your face and then he was striding over to the bed, the picture of confidence and determination as he reached one hand behind his head and pulled his shirt off effortlessly baring his glorious torso to you.

“Hand, mouth, cock...you ask for it and it’s yours, Doll,” he said in a low growl. “I’m yours.”

Your finger slipped over your slit as you whimpered again and Bucky watched in fascination as one slender digit pressed inside your folds.

“So beautiful...you like teasing me, don’t you, Doll? You like giving me a show?”

You nodded as your body shook slightly. The sound of his voice was pushing you closer and closer to release and you started to buck your hips into your hand slightly as a result.

“I want to watch you. I want to see you make yourself come while you think about me.” His blue eyes were burning into you and your head fell back to the bed on a long moan. “Will you do that for me, beautiful?”

“Yes...fuck, yes Bucky!”

He repositioned himself so that he was near the end of the bed, between your legs and looking up the length of your body. “Let me see you come, Doll.”

How could you refuse when he asked so nicely? You twitched your finger up and pressed against your g-spot just as Bucky reached out with his metal hand to caress your leg. The sensation of the cold digits along with the pressure inside you brought you over the edge and your body shook as pleasure released over you in waves, your back arching and eyes closing as you moaned.

Bucky began kissing slowly up your leg, taking his time and enjoying the slight salty taste that came from the thin sheen of sweat over you. “That,” he planted a kiss between each word, “was the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen, Doll.” He reached your knee and kissed the back of it gently, his teeth nipping lightly and making you moan unexpectedly. No one had ever paid attention to the soft flesh there before but Bucky could already play you like a master. Then his hands were spreading your legs even wider, making room to accommodate his broad shoulders. “I want to see it again.”

Those six words immediately put you back on edge as Bucky grinned up at you wickedly, his azure eyes sparkling before he lowered his mouth to the apex of your thighs and licked a long stripe up your still sensitive folds. He practically growled at the taste as you moaned and your eyes rolled back into your head.

“Sweeter than candy, Doll,” he murmured against you before sucking your bundle of nerves between his lips and giving it a sharp flick with his tongue. Bucky began eating you out like a man possessed. He licked and nipped and lapped against you with such fervor you were instantly a writhing mess under him. Moving quickly, the gorgeous man between your legs lifted each thigh and placed them over his shoulders to give himself more access to you, one arm snaking around your hip to hold you down and his other hand went to your core. You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped you when you felt a cold vibranium finger circling around your entrance teasingly. Bucky smiled against you before beginning to suck on your clit as he eased his digit inside of you. You arched off the bed and mewled helplessly, clutching onto his long locks and pulling slightly which only spurred him on.

“I wanna see it again,” he repeated on a low growl before gently grazing his teeth over your nub as his finger worked in and out steadily, each time brushing over your most sensitive place.

His voice, his actions and that dangerous look in his eye were enough to push you into another orgasm and you came hard, clenching tightly around his finger while yanking on his hair. Bucky didn’t stop his ministrations until you stilled, working you through your pleasure before withdrawing from you. He smiled slightly as you hissed when he pulled his hand away from you. Adjusting himself carefully in his pants, Bucky climbed up the bed and placed his body next to yours, kissing your temple softly. You glanced over at him in confusion.

“Why aren’t you fucking me right now?”

He let out a low chuckle and kissed you again. “I can wait. You look a little tired...and sore.”

“James Buchanan Barnes, I have been waiting for you to fuck me since the day that we met. I am not too tired or sore. I am crazy in love with you! Please, please, please!” You knew that you were begging but for the love of god! You needed him to fuck you this minute.

“You-you love me?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at that. “Yes, Bucky. I love you. I’m in love with you. I thought that-” Suddenly, you felt a little uncomfortable. You thought for sure that Bucky felt the same way about you as you did about him. Were you wrong? “Was this-is this just about sex for you?”

“Wha-NO!” Bucky shot up in bed next to you, his face alarmed. “Of course not, Doll! I was coming in here to tell you that I’m in love with you and beg you to be my girl when I found you all laid out and looking delectable. You’re everything I want in this life.”

A small giggle left you and you cuddle up against him. “Is that so?”

“Sure as hell is, Doll.” He twisted a piece of your hair around his finger and kissed your forehead lightly. “So will you? Be my girl?”

“I’ve been your girl for months, Buck, but we can make if official,” you replied with a smirk.

Bucky leaned down and brought his lips to yours kissing you with all the passion and love that was threatening to burst from his overflowing chest, his hand cupping your jaw and moving you into the perfect angle that allowed him to deepen the kiss. “Just think, Doll, now you never need to set an alarm again.”

You gave a small scoff. “Bucky, I told FRIDAY to cancel every alarm I had the day you came in here to wake me up. Who needs them when I have my very own rooster?” Your hands began to trail over his muscular chest. “Say, ya know what another word for a rooster is?”

Bucky raised an eyebrow and smirked at you as your hand descended to his belt buckle.

“Cock!”

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[asagi-s-garden]

Ok but listen, can we talk for a second about how both Joey and Kaiba are intimately familiar with abuse and are Not Putting Up With That Shit?

Has it yet to be properly discussed that they're both very aware of the signs and signals and whenever they see even the smallest red flag they are ON IT to tell the potential victim that hey, you know, this is probably a bad thing and here's why and here's what you do?

Has it been addressed yet that they're both willing to go to war for someone who's in an abusive relationship and no- it doesn't matter who it is, no, it doesn't matter if they know them or not, no, it doesn't matter what the relationship is or who it's with or what the consequences might be- IF SETO KAIBA OR JOEY WHEELER FINDS OUT THAT YOU'RE ABUSING SOMEONE YOU ARE DEADER THAN DEAD THE END

And they have no idea, initially, about this ... quality that they share, maybe they have suspicions in the back of their minds because they can spot the signs pretty easily but honestly their own stubbornness and biases about eachother makes it hard to see deeper than what they let on the surface so they're mostly oblivious to it until one day they end up helping the same person, maybe Joey's neighbor happens to have started an internship with Kaiba Corp or something, and Joey knows what her boyfreind is doing to her and trust him, BELIEVE him, the guy is going to be ground beef by Friday but the biggest thing is getting her out right now, maybe she's not financially independent enough to leave or something, anyway, so he goes to see her at work to make sure she's ok and sees Kaiba talking to her AND SHE'S CRYING OH HELL NO WHAT DID RICH BOY SAY NOW?!

He stomps over, being hot-headed as usual, and starts to tell Kaiba off, when the girl quickly interrupts and says that she was crying from joy because Kaiba is advancing her pay so she can get her own apartment and he set her up with a driver and two of his bodyguards for the day so she can pack up and leave and Joey is just a little.... wut.....

She leaves, it's just the two hot-heads now, and this parachute of awkward silence between them, before Joey- in leu of apology- "Sooooo...... how'd ya' know?"

Kaiba's eyes roll all the way into the back of his head

"I'm not an idiot, that's how,"

"No no for real,"

Kaiba has work to do, he doesn't have time for this

"I know how to pick up on the signs, now drop it," and then a pause

"How did YOU know?"

Because the girl was very soft-spoken and kept to herself, always wore alot of make up, Kaiba isn't a psychologist or anything by ANY means but he's pretty sure that most people wouldn't know from a few random conversations with her so maybe Joey walked in on something he shouldn't have or-

"Yeah well... I can pick up on signs too,"

...

Oh

.....

Oh

Kaiba definitely puts the peices together first because he's a little more aware of it than Joey is, in the way of purposely trying to read people rather than stumbling upon information about them, and he sort of... stacks up all of the information he has about Joey in his head for a minute, forces himself to take a critical look instead of leaning on his biases and-

oh

And it's silent for way too long and Joey still never apologized for stomping up to Kaiba and calling him a "filthy spoiled dick-weasel who GETS OFF ON MAKING PEOPLE CRY FOR SOME REASON-" and he's not exactly going to apologize but

"That was uh..... pretty nice.... what ya' did..."

That's enough of an apology

"No, it wasn't nice, it was basic human decency, believe it or not, I AM capable of that,"

Ok yeah sure the amount of money and personal resources Kaiba just threw at the girl- who's name, Joey is pretty sure, Kaiba doesn't even know- is barely a drop in the bucket to someone as rich as Seto Kaiba but it still extends beyond "basic human decency", not that Joey is ever going to say that, but it does make him think

Kaiba isn't easy to read in the traditional sense but he's someone who always has a deeply explicit reason for everything he says and does, he's not frivelrous with his actions, Joey had finally come to learn that after he found out that Kaiba made huge donations to orphanages, at first he just thought "Eh, tax break" but then he found out and his opinion kind of... you know... shifted...

(It hits him, finally, about seven hours later when he's trying to sleep, as to why Kaiba might have taken such personal interest in this entire thing, and he lays awake for the rest of the night because of it)

So anyway yeah the thing is that Joey and Kaiba don't agree on much but this? This Very VERY Important Thing? They are in absolutely harmony over this, down the bones, they agree about everything, wich Joey finds out the next day when he goes to check on his neighbor at work again and runs into Kaiba a second time and they ... sorta.... talk

Not personally, not about their issues, but Kaiba is sour because the jackass responsible for this entire incident has skipped town and Joey is like "Ugh that's the WORST like as if it ain't hard enough to get these losers arrested...." and Kaiba just kinda snorts at that, because yeah, ok, "arrested", yeah that's what Kaiba was going to have done

And look, Joey has put his gang days behind him and he tries VERY. FUCKING. HARD. to keep his temper and his violent impulses in check 98% of the time but there IS that 2% when he'll happily go off and that 2% comes down to: 1% = When his freinds' lives/well-beings are threatened and 1% = When abusive pricks need to be taught a lesson

So, you know, Joey is kinda in agreement with what Kaiba is not-so-subtlely implying

And that's how these two idiots end up secretly becoming a protective force for abuse victims in Domino

Joey is usually the one who finds them, Kaiba is usually the one who has the problem "handled" (he insists that when he has a group of trained bodyguards at his disposal it's just stupid for Joey to go alone and exacerbate the problem, it isn't AT ALL about wanting to protect Joey's reputation and well-being) and they both pick up different ends of helping people get out of the situation, Kaiba takes care of the financial/practical end, Joey takes care of the emotional/personal end, and sometimes acts as back up when they go to pack up and move out even though there are usually atleast two Kaiba Corp bodyguards there (on exceedingly rare occassions Kaiba goes along but that's EXCEEDINGLY rare and Joey has yet to work out what makes those particular incidents special enough that Kaiba just has to go watch over it himself)

(Hint: It always involves kids)

So they become this, essentially, vigilante duo that no one really knows about except for people in these situations who spread the word to others in the same environment and eventually people actually start seeking them out, usually Joey because he's the approachable one

Joey likes to call it their "side business"

Kaiba refuses to call it their "side business"

(Joey kinda wants to have business cards made)

(Kaiba absolutely refuses to have business cards made)

Did I mention that about two or three months into all of this Joey ends up having a Bad Night and shows up the next morning more on edge and desperate to find someone to help than usual and Kaiba- because he's not a fucking moron- knows exactly what happened? And that, wile he keeps Joey busy with someone they're helping, he sends his two best men to Joey's apartment to clean it out, and two more to find a Pretty Nice apartment that may be closer to Kaiba Corp to put down a year's rent on and move Joey's stuff into?

Did I mention that when Joey shows up later that night exhausted from his two jobs and his side project but needs to pick up his keys- wich mysteriously vanished and he just assumes he dropped them at KC that morning- and Kaiba gives him .. wait these aren't his keys??????? And that Kaiba personally accompanies him to his new apartment because he "wants to make sure he's getting his money's worth" and absolutely neither of them acknowledge that Joey is on the brink of tears the entire time?

And did I ALSO mention that Kaiba "clears" the gambling debt (and by "clears" I mean "pays what's actually owed to the people it's actually owed to and has the loan sharks/gangs/con artists/etc promptly put in their places) and pays a very personal visit to Joey's father after leaving Joey in his new apartment that night?

Joey absolutely does not thank Kaiba for anything because thanking him means acknowledging it and he's not ready for that and frankly neither is Kaiba, but that's alright because Kaiba feels a somewhat concerning amount of personal satisfaction from this and doesn't really need verbal gratitude anyway

A few months into it their "project" has blossomed into an actual thing, and it's stil something that 95% of the city knows nothing about, it's still something that only people who are in-the-know are at all aware of, even Yugi and the others have absolutely no fucking clue, and no, for the millionth time, they are NOT. PRINTING. BUSINESS CARDS. It's by ZERO means anything official in ANY kind of way and if proper authorities- police, social workers, psychologists- ever ask they both deny it within inches of their lives because A. That is NOT a road either of them want to travel down, thank you, and B. It's private

It's private

Despite the fact that their good deeds have turned into some bizzare side job, it's still a very private and personal part of their lives that they don't want anyone knowing about except for the people they're helping, it's no one else's business, plain and simple

But anyway, this thing has kinda.. you know... started growing past what Joey can handle when you consider that he's still working two jobs and trying to have something resembling a personal life, and Kaiba's attention is divided in a way that it really shouldn't be because wile, yes, his mind is still mostly on Kaiba Corp, this is starting to take up more mental space than he's prepared to give and figuring out what to do everytime someone comes to him now is becoming a stress that he doesn't quite know how to handle

There's an obvious solution here and thank God Kaiba's logical mind beats out his emotional pettiness for once and he sees it sooner rather than later

By the time six months pass after that initial run-in with eachother, Joey has a very unofficial, confidential job at Kaiba Corp, absolutely no one knows what it is, not even Yugi- wich kind of scares Yugi a little bit- but Joey is ... really really happy?? And definitely well compensated

He has almost complete control over this .... thing... they started together with full access to Kaiba's resources, Kaiba started a bank account solely for this project that Joey has full access to and he very rarely feels the need to run anything by Kaiba anymore so Kaiba's head is once again cleared for mostly business, although he does check in on occassion when he can afford a moment and an inch of room in his mind, and Joey does have times where something is so intense that he isn't sure what to do and he just .. can't... and he and Kaiba work it out together

And it's ... kinda weirdly good? For both of them? They feel better, individually, and they come to develop alot more respect and trust and appreciation for eachother and work together much better and don't get me wrong, every single dueling tournament, it's the same: Insults fly and reckless dueling happens but over the years it goes from truly nasty cutting insults to something that's almost fond and amused- somewhere off to the sidelines Yugi and the others are afraid the world is ending but you know- (they never do find out what Joey's job is by the way and it drives each and every one of them absolutely crazy, conspiracy theories rise, someone poses that Joey has become Kaiba's personal hitman and although it was just a joke at first, the longer things stretch on, the more concerningly realistic that starts to look)- and just... things are good

They really never talk about their own experiences but they come to find alot of healing in what they're doing and alot of healing in connecting to eachother in this way without needing to talk about it

One day, a few years into it, one of their mutual freinds starts showing signs, and if you thought Joey and Kaiba were a force to be reckoned with when dealing with total strangers?

Let's just say that every vigilante duo you could possibly think of are put to shame from what blossoms during THAT occurance

[nyerus]

Nyerus’ Victuuri Fic Rec List

These are in no particular order, really, just a list of my fave Victuuri fics—some of which I think a little less well known (but idk). I’ve been sitting on this for SO LONG that some of the “lesser known” ones are huge now hahaha! I’ll probably make a page for this or something later.

I pulled the “genres” mostly from the tags, but basically winged it based on what felt right. Most fics rated as “Explicit” in this list have smut in them so keep that in mind, but I’ve made special annotations as need be. I’ve also mentioned if there are any significant side pairings.

I’ve added mini-reviews (kinda) as well, which are just my personal thoughts on a fic without getting too spoilery, but you can feel free to skip them.

Current count:

Canon:7

AU: 21

(Quite long, so under a cut).

Canonverse

1.) Heartbreaker by drowsycyborg (Status: Complete – 3.1k words) – Teen

Genres: Pre-series, Outsider PoV, Detroit Days, Humor

Katsuki Yuuri is five foot eight, shy, and one of the most gorgeous and heartbreaking humans ever seen in Detroit.

In which Yuuri is Too Beautiful and Good and no one around him knows how to be chill about it. And thus, he unwittingly breaks a lot of hearts in Detroit. Set pre-series, it’s hilarious to see people lament over the sweet, lovely Katsuki Yuuri (long before we see poor Victor fall victim in-canon). Possibly part of a future series?

2.) katsuki_fc wrote by tetsurashian (Status: Complete – 12.7k words) – Gen

Genres:  Social Media, Outsider PoV

Just because Yuuri isn’t big on social media, doesn’t mean his fans aren’t.(aka a social media fic)

Basically the series seen through a social media lens. In other words, the social media reactions one would expect to see in-canon if we got a glimpse of it! It feels very realistic and even incorporates actual fandom discourse (e.g. early fan theories and shipping). A huge round of applause for the author for getting AO3’s formatting to still somehow feel like LJ threads, Tumblr posts, and so on! I’ve read this like a dozen times already and always laugh when I do because it feels sooooo meta.

3.) Distance by surverycorpsjean (Status: Complete – 5.1k words) – Explicit

Genres: Post-series, Domestic, Fluff, Smut

They just can’t stand to be apart.

Victor and Yuuri never outgrow their honeymoon phase and it’s amazing and perfect. Adorable domestic fluff with some great smut (kitchen sex!) in the middle. (It’s set post-canon.) Without a doubt I can say: A+++

4.) The Fundamentals of Caring by braveten (Status: Complete – 20.8k words ) – Explicit

Genres: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

“Let me guess, you’re going to go take care of Yuuri while he sleeps? Just in case he sneezes or something?” Yurio rolls his eyes, folding his arms across his chest. “Viktor, you’re whipped.”

Viktor rubs the back of his neck as he leans against the wall. “What does that mean?”

“It means that if Yuuri asked you to do a little dance for him in nothing but a coconut bra and a hula skirt, you’d do it.”

Viktor pauses, confused. “And that’s a bad thing?”

Yuuri gets sick while in Russia (not post-series) and Victor tries to take care of him while simultaneously trying to be Chill about it—but a deliriously affectionate Yuuri makes that very difficult. Yurio is eventually recruited to help and he makes Victor’s job harder and easier at the same time, somehow. Very cute!

5.) Lace and Satin by whatsup_buttercup (Status: Complete – 6.2k words) – Explicit

Genres: Established Relationship, Post-series, Lingerie, Light BDSM

“I won gold.” Viktor says, smile in his voice. “Whatever does that mean, Yuuri?”

Yuuri looks down. “Are you sure you don’t want something better?”

“There’s nothing better.” Viktor insists. “Nothing.”

Hoooooo boy! This fic hits basically EVERY single one of my kink so well and honestly I’m grateful it exists. Criminally underrated because it’s so well written and even the dirty talk is A+. It’s technically part of a series but can also work as a standalone (but do yourself a favor and read the other fic in this series too!!!).

6.) Need by sub_textual (Status: Complete – 8.2k) – Explicit

Genres: Post-series, Smut, Semi-public sex

What stands before Viktor now isn’t at all the Yuuri that had stripped off his clothes in front of a hundred people. This is Yuuri, beautiful and blushing, shy in all the ways Viktor knows he isn’t, too embarrassed to express what he really wants. This is Yuuri, abandoning the clasp of Viktor’s pants, to slowly undo Viktor’s tie. This is Yuuri, desperate and needy, ripe and ready for the taking, and he’s all Viktor’s.

Takes place directly after the series, during the banquet. Victor and Yuuri sneak off to the bathroom and get frisky. This fic is hot, ok. There’s a slight dab of exhibitionism and some dom/sub which makes things more exciting!

7.) Jason's Master Plan (to dating the Cute Asian Guy) by Qwertzu (Status: Complete –  9.8k words) –  Teen

Genres: Post-series, Outsider PoV, Humor, Identity Reveal

Jason Hesling, young ice hockey prodigy, rising star of Detroit Ice Tigers and part-time model, had a smile that made women and men alike weak at their knees. It’s been a while since anyone managed to catch his attention – until he met the Cute Asian Guy at Detroit Ice Castle and decided to become his next boyfriend.

Meanwhile, the actual Ice Tiger™ is having the time of his life watching the pretentious JJ-wannabe trying to charm the pants off the completely oblivious, happily married Katsudon.

Hockey jock Jason tries his hardest to woo the “cute Asian guy at Detroit Ice Castle” but isn’t it too bad that said cutie is already happily married to someone else? If only if poor Jason knew.... This fic is honestly a riot and I had such a fun time reading it (and its follow-up fic). It seems to be part of a longer series and I eagerly await more installments! I guess I have a thing for Victuuri breaking everyone’s hearts by being so smitten with each other!

Alternate Universe

1.) Healthy Impropriety by mtothedestiel (Status: Complete – 29.5k words) – Explicit

Genres: Regency AU, Historical, Courtship

Victor is the wealthy master of the Nikiforov estate. At a society party he’s swept off his feet by the mysterious, suave, and very drunk Katsuki Yuuri. Victor aims to declare his love and secure Mr. Katsuki’s hand in marriage, but first he has to find him!

A legit Regency AU in which The Banquet happens Victorian-style and Victor, as always, falls head over heels for drunk Yuuri—who he then sets out to properly court. Victor is a rich, hopeless romantic and Yuuri is a sensible, normal guy trying to live his life. There’s lots of really cute, fluffy scenes between these two with a little bit of angst thrown in there to keep things interesting. It reads like a Jane Austen novel and has a lovely happy ending topped off with some smut!

2.) don’t want to be lonely just want to be yours by Linisy (Status: Incomplete) – Explicit

Genres: Idol AU, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Social Media, Alternating PoV

This time the flesh and blood Yuuri wasn't around to distract him, and he watched the video intently, hypnotized by the swing of Yuuri’s hips, the look in his eyes that burned with intensity and the strong, confident line of his shoulders. Yuuri was, as always, breathtaking.

Victor remembered their first meeting well. Yuuri was the last member to join the group. He was soft spoken, and he stood as if he were trying to make himself smaller, shoulders drawn inward, head tilted toward the ground, glasses slipping off his nose. Victor was surprised to hear that he was the second oldest behind Victor himself.

Everything changed the first time he saw him dance. - Vitya, Katsu, Yura, Beka and Chu make up the top idol group SVD. They've been through hell together, living in their tiny dorm and working toward the day they'd finally hit it big. That day has finally come, but sometime over the course of the past three years, Victor has fallen in love with Yuuri Katsuki.

An idol fic that’s full of social media shenanigans, glamour, and emotions. Based on KPop idol groups (like BTS), this fic is a such treat and I can’t even properly articulate why!!! Along with the humor, it’s also incredibly realistic regarding the hardships faced by idol groups due to the heavy restrictions placed on their personal lives by the company that “owns” them. It’s got the right mix of fun and angst and honestly I think about this fic every day. I can’t wait for more!!!!

3.) My Name on Your Lips by feelslikefire (Status: Complete – 108k words) – Explicit

Genres: Historical Fantasy, Magic, Arranged Marriage, Royalty, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

Yuuri Katsuki has been betrothed to the High King’s son, Victor, since he was just a child; furthermore, as an omega, he’s forbidden from practicing magic in combat. For years, he’s been able to put off the former because the Prince was traveling abroad, and gotten around the latter by practicing with his mentor in secret.

Now Victor Nikiforov has finally returned home, and Yuuri is being summoned to the capital for their wedding. He needs a plan to put off marriage long enough to find a way to break the betrothal, while keeping his practicing from being discovered.

If only the Prince didn’t have other ideas.

(Or, the swords-and-sorcery arranged marriage AU. Updates weekly.)

This is one of my personal favorites, featuring all my fave things: fantasy, magic, battles, intrigue, and a slow-burn! It does have A/B/O elements but even if that’s not your cup of tea you’ll enjoy this fic for all the other wonderful things it has to offer. The world building is great and the plot keeps you interested at all times. Never a dull moment and has a great mix of tension, fluff, angst, etc. Watch these two dorks fall deeply in love while also getting a fully fleshed-out story. It’s beautifully written.

4.)  Yuuri Enchanted by the__magpie (Status: Complete – 57k words)  – Teen

Genres: Fantasy, Fairytale, Slow Burn

At birth, Yuuri Katsuki was given the gift of obedience, although he quickly learns as he grows up that it is a curse. He has to obey any command given to him, even if it puts him or others in danger. Too afraid to face the terrifying outside world, Yuuri stays in his home town of Hasetsu, until a chance encounter with Prince Victor urges him to venture outside of his safe bubble. Determined to break his curse, Yuuri begins on an adventure involving fairies, ogres, true love, and courage he never knew he had.

An Ella Enchanted AU (based more on the book)! A great fairytale read even if you’ve never read the book (or seen the movie). I love it to bits and that’s all I can say!

5.) Retrouvailles by persephoneggsy (Status: Complete – 32k words) – Teen*

Genres: Historical, Childhood Friends, Friends-to-Lovers, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

retrouvailles: the feeling one gets after reuniting after a long time

After he presents as an Omega, Yuuri Katsuki is sent to study abroad for ten long years. When he returns, he’s far, far different from the adorable little boy that used to follow Victor around like a puppy.

Victor is shook.

A very sweet AU that has that regency-vibe. Features confident ballet dancer Yuuri and hopeless mess Victor. The Russian skating team is all one big family here and it’s great, while all the other skaters are dancers too. It has a shifting perspective between Victor and Yuuri, so we get to see what’s going on in both their heads. The A/B/O is pretty light apart from some plot details, so if that’s not your thing this fic is still very enjoyable. [*There is smut in the final chapter, which can be standalone/ignored, hence why the rating remains T overall.]

6.) A Place Like Home by whatsup_buttercup (Status: Complete -- 7k words) -- Explicit

Genres: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Post-series, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

“Do you still skate, Yuuri?” It’s bold of Hiroshi to use his first name, but the familiarity makes sense, considering what they’re discussing.

“No,” Yuuri says, empty. “Not anymore.”

Hiroshi reaches out and puts his hand over Yuuri’s. It’s a little hot from the tea. “If you choose me, we have a rink nearby. I’ll make sure you can skate every day.”

This is a heartbreaking A/B/O in which Yuuri ended things with Victor in Barcelona and is now under pressure to find a suitable mate. Luckily, Victor hasn’t give up on them, no matter what Yuuri may think. It’s a lovely and achingly sweet story, and I was so happy by the end!!!

7.) blood is thicker than by icanhinatashouyoutheworld (Status: Incomplete) – Teen

Genres: Enemies-to-Friends-to-Lovers, Custody Battle, Angst, Fluff, Eventual Romance

“You might be Yuri’s biological parent, Mr. Nikiforov. But I’m his father. If Yuri wants to go with you, that’s one thing,” Yuuri Katsuki’s voice flows quiet and dangerous into the room “but if he doesn’t, don’t think that you’re taking my child away from home,”

Or: Victor Nikiforov finds out he has a son. He wants full custody.

Katsuki Yuuri isn’t going to give up his child that easily.

Or: Victor and Yuuri fight a custody battle for Yurio. Shit happens.

Or: Yuri Plisetsky starts with one parent, and ends up with two.

A unique fic in which Victor is Yurio’s biological father, while Yuuri is his adoptive one. Yuuri is struggling to make ends meet and support his child while Victor is a rich supermodel. The relationship between Yuuri and Yurio is so achingly sweet and it’s very easy to root for Yuuri in this fic. It’ll be great to see how Yuuri and Victor eventually become friends and then lovers—so that they all become one big happy family!

8.) Kings in Couture by slightlied (Status: Incomplete) – Teen

Genres:Slow Burn, Alternate Occupations, Fashion

a devil wears prada au in which victor is the editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine, yuuri’s his new secretary, and instead of talking about his feelings, victor just sends him on a bunch of errands 

A Devil Wears Prada­-esque AU which I stumbled upon and am SO grateful for. It’s funny, cute, and features the whole cast in various roles. Yuuri is adorable and Victor is glamorous as ever. It’s such a fun read!!!

9.) Assassin’s Tango by MEIXIU (Status: Incomplete) – Explicit

Genres: Assassins AU, Secret Identity

They are the world’s most greatest assassins. Their identities are a secret, even from each other. One day, however, they discover that they have been assigned to kill one another and their reality comes crashing down on them both.

This is basically a Mr. and Mrs. Smith AU and I’m super excited about it! Features Victor as a suave hitman who’s still a hopeless romantic, and Yuuri as a clever honeypot—who’s juggling his job, school, and his new whirlwind romance. Lots of hot scenes mingled with fluff. Impending angst on the horizon, but the promise of a happy ending keeps me from crying too hard!

10.) The Rules for Lovers by ADreamingSongbird (Status: Incomplete) – Teen

Genres: Urban Fantasy, Urban Magic, Arranged Marriage, Mutual Pining, Royalty, Multiple PoV

Prince Yuuri Katsuki has a duty to his country, above all else (his desires, his dreams, and his happiness included), and he knows this alliance will help to ensure the safety of his people. That’s the only reason he accepts Prince Nikiforov’s hand in marriage. The pleasant surprise, of course, is the part where they fall in love along the way. The unpleasant one, well…

That’s a long story.

It’s always a treat to watch these two dorks fall hopelessly in love with each other. They might be engaged, but the mutual pinging intense and heart-wrenching. The political intrigue is just as compelling as Yuuri and Victor’s evolving relationship. The story shifts between many character’s perspectives, keeping things interesting. (And there’s some side Mila/Sara too!)

11.) I Write Sins, Not Tragedies by cuttlemefish (Status: Incomplete) -- Explicit

Genres: Arranged Marriage, Social Media, Mutual Pining, Romantic Comedy, Fluff

Things would be a little easier if Yuuri wasn’t so in love with his husband Viktor, especially considering they have an arranged marriage. Two years after their wedding, Yuuri and Viktor are incredibly in love, but can’t seem to get over the hump of their platonic union to consummate their marriage! Good thing Yuuri is the most (in)famous erotic fanfiction author of the Love in the Streets fandom. Now, he’s got the support of the Internet to figure out how to seduce his husband, if only he can continue to keep their identities a secret. Or, the AU in which everyone thinks Yuuri and Viktor have the perfect marriage full of adventurous sex when, in fact, Viktor sleeps in the guest bedroom and Yuuri writes erotic fanfiction to quench his thirst.

This is a HILARIOUS fic and that’s all I can really even say without doing this work a grave injustice. It’s very well-written and there’s no angst like I thought there would be. Just extreme thirst!!! Can’t wait to see these two get their shit together eventually and work off all that pent-up sexual frustration.

12.) Like a Fairytale by lucyamui (Status: Complete – 73.4k words) – Teen

Genres: Historical, Fairytale, Royalty, Fluff

In which Prince Victor gets swept off his feet at a royal banquet and will go to any length to find his ‘Cinderella’ Yuuri. (And Phichit is the fairy godmother who has no idea what he’s doing)

A Cinderella story in which the Grand Prix Banquet happens, in its own fairytale way. This story features enthusiastic Prince Victor and timid baker/pâtissier Yuuri. Along with Phichit as the Fairy God Mother! It’s fluffy, cute, and has plenty of mutual pining.

13.) lie to make me like you by cityboys (Status: Complete – 80k words) – Mature

Genres:Slow Burn, Alternate Occupations

It’s become a game, of sorts, to anyone privy to the fact that the pattern exists in the first place: ask Victor out at the beginning of the month, date for however many days, and wait for the end to come and for Victor to say, always: I couldn’t fall in love with you. Let’s break up.

Or, Victor is a retired actor looking for love, and Yuuri happens to be the (un)fortunate soul to unwittingly ask him out at the beginning of the month. Except relationships don’t come with a script, and it’s much harder understanding love than roles.

This is a wonderful and sweet slow burn featuring a lost Victor who’s trying to find something he doesn’t know he’s searching for, and a Yuuri who refuses to follow the “script” Victor seems to unwittingly run his life by. Yuuri takes no shit from anyone and constantly keeps Victor on his toes with how surprising he can be. I love both of these two here and watching them fit into each other’s lives is a real treat!

14.) All Eyes on Me by Kizuna_Auri (Status: Incomplete) – Explicit

Genres: Sex Worker AU (Camming), Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Fluff, Smut

Yuuri, under the username of Eros, is a size queen omega who most certainly does not have an obsession with fellow camboy and legendary silver-haired alpha Aria. Just like Phichit is not the most meddlesome roommate known to man.

In which Yuuri and Victor are both camboys who happen to be fans of each other, and get set up to share their heat/rut for their audiences by their bffs and moderators, Phichit and Chris respectively. It’s surprisingly fluffy with alpha!Victor being a total sweetheart and omega!Yuuri being a shy bean who’s trying his best to keep up his Eros persona.This fic also highlights Yuuri’s insecurities and anxiety in a very realistic way and the difficulties than can come with being a camboy. The smut is intense and there’s plenty more plot on the horizon!

15.) The Promise of the World by pilindiel (Status: Incomplete) – Teen

Genres: Fantasy

When a self-conscious young man is cursed with an old body by a spiteful wizard, his only chance of breaking the spell lies with a self-indulgent yet insecure young wizard and his companions in his legged, walking castle.

The Howl's Moving Castle AU we all secretly wanted.

This is a straight up Howl’s Moving Castle AU!!!. Yuuri fits very naturally into the role of Sophie and Victor is a perfect Howl, but I assume we all knew that was the case already! It’s a very good read and has its own deviations from the source material to keep it feeling fresh.

16.)  (Don’t) Ring the Wedding Bells by cuttlemefish (Status: Complete – 45k) – Explicit

Genres: Alternate Occupations, Social Media, Modern-day Cinderella

As (loosely) inspired by real life, this is the wedding reception AU (you didn’t ask for, but will get) in which Yuuri Katsuki catches the bride’s bouquet and (shortly after) gets smashed at a wedding reception, then dirty dances with his best friend, (sort of) seduces a (hot) platinum-haired trust-fund baby named Viktor, and ends up being hounded for his identity (by said trust-fund baby and his friends and family) on social media.

In which rich!Victor ends up getting woo’d by regular-guy!Yuuri at JJ and Isabella’s wedding reception and pulls out all the stops to find Yuuri again after he disappears. And does so in classic Victor style: as dramatically as possible. Meanwhile Yuuri’s just trying to live his life and forget the whole thing happened because of how embarrassing it was, but when you’ve basically become a meme, things get a little complicated. Still, Victor tries very hard to win Yuuri’s heart and Yuuri eventually finds that he’s very much in love. Naturally, there are some bumps along the way, but these two are made to last. It’s an overall fun AU that has its touching (and sexy) moments too! (May also be a part of a future series?)

17.) Imprisioned by Linisy (Status: Incomplete) – Mature

Genres: Supernatural (Ghosts), Slow Burn

For the past two years, Yuuri has been endlessly tormented by malevolent spirits. Just as he finds himself at the end of his rope, he meets Victor, an enigmatic man who possesses the ability to relieve him.

An AU in which both Yuuri and Victor have powers they don’t quite want, but find that the other might be what they need. Yuuri is a nervous ball of anxiety in this fic because of his ability to see ghosts, and Victor’s own ability leaves him generally isolated from people out of fear of getting too close to them. The whole concept is very unique and I absolutely adore cold(but kind)!Victor gradually warming up to Yuuri. Their interactions are great to read and get me every time!!!

18.) Bottle Me Your Smile by Ncj700 (Status: Incomplete) – Teen

Genres: Magic AU, Apothecary AU

In a tiny village on the edge of the kingdom, Yuuri Katsuki – common as mud Apothecary owner – embarks on a goal to achieve a childhood goal. With the help of the world’s greatest magical, he will achieve it.

A super cute fantasy AU that features Yuuri who’s a talented witch when it comes to potionmaking among other things, but is captivated by the powerful sorcerer Victor. Inspired, Yuuri tries to pursue a path of battlemagic, only to spectacularly fail and return to his home to live a quiet, humble life in his little apothecary. However, as fate would have it, Victor and Yuuri’s paths cross unexpectedly, and I can’t wait to see what adventures will unfold! Lovely world building and characterization.

19.)  His Was Gold by AL_KILLER (Status: Incomplete) – Mature

Genres: Historical AU, Harem AU, Slow Burn, Angst

There were dozens of men and women in Tsar Victor Nikiforov’s harem, all of them attractive, ravishing, and beautiful. They wore provocative clothing, sweet smelling perfumes, and sparkling jewelry designed to catch the eye. All in hopes of being chosen by the Tsar for just one night.

Yuuri was the only one in the harem who didn’t want to be chosen. Yet, Yuuri was the only one the Tsar wanted.

I don’t usually read dark fics because I’m fairly sensitive and fragile, BUT! This one is amazingly well-written and evokes such powerful imagery that grips you and doesn’t let go. There’s an air of mystery here that is partly due to Yuuri’s limited perspective and also due to his unreliable-as-always narration, which the author uses masterfully. Even if you’re not a fan of dark fics, I suggest giving this one a go—it’s worth it. (Warnings for graphic descriptions of violence.)

20.) Story About You by heartsinhay (Status: Incomplete) – Teen

Genres: FanFic, Slow Burn, Humor

After his disastrous Japanese Nationals, Yuuri turns to the only thing that can comfort him: his old fanfic. Halfway across the world, Victor does the same thing.

Just picked up this fic the other day! Yes the “self-insert fic” is super cringey, but of course that’s the point! It’s hilarious to see poor Yuuri despair at his old writing (because, well, relatable) and to be caught off guard by a sudden fan of his works. I wonder who else would be suddenly and intensely interested in the little Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov ship in the figure skating “fandom,” haha! ;)

21.)  23. M. Looking for a challenge. by alykapedia (Status: Incomplete) – Teen*

Genre: Academic AU, Tinder AU, Humor,

“A cute boy with an ass like that says he’s up for a challenge and you send him a math problem?" (Giacometti, 2017).

A (not-so) comprehensive study on the (terrible) mating habits of (beautiful) grad student, Yuuri Katsuki, and (future) Nobel Laureate Viktor Nikiforov D. Sc.

(Or: That one where two physicists fall in love and set off a nuclear reaction. Except not really.)

Another new one that was recommended to me by friends and honestly, I LOVE IT. It’s the academic au you’ve always wanted and never knew you needed! Both Yuuri and Victor are adorable (yet crazy smart) in this and its just so clever in its writing. (*The rating might go up.)

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1.) Celestial Gravitation (Status: Incomplete) – Explicit

Genres: Space AU, Fantasy AU, Action-Adventure, Political, Slow Burn

The Rossiyan Empire controls most of the galaxy. Most, but not all--not yet. The solution to the Emperor's ambitions lies in a rumored ancient weapon hidden on a lost world. The small, peaceful planet of Yamato holds the key to unlocking and utilizing said weapon. To secure their interests, the Emperor and his talented son--Prince Victor--venture to the planet to obtain the key: Prince Yuuri of Yamato. Knowing that any resistance could mean endangering his homeworld, Prince Yuuri and his family agree to the Emperor's terms. But he has foreseen this day coming and he will not go along with their plans as quietly as the Empire may expect him to.

What he hasn't foreseen, however, is the unlikely bond he develops with Prince Victor--a man he should be destined to hate, but finds he cannot.

If only galactic politics and ancient secrets didn't get in the way of love.

(A slow-burn, space-adventure AU in which there is advanced technology as well as magic.)

2.) Tessellation (Status: Incomplete) – Teen

Genres: Retelling, Victor PoV

It started at the banquet--the day Victor's life dramatically changed course. And from there, it was all uphill.

A Victor-POV project that follows the show episodically, for the most part. In other words: the show from Victor's point of view.