#big mix of anger/protection/worry all in one

[sweetlullabyebye]

Charles Rowland being so chill about Edwin's fanboys

[marvelouslizzie]

You're Stuck with Me - Co-written with @notafunkiller

Summary: When you find out your boyfriend's cheating on you with his best friend, you immediately tell Bucky Barnes about the affair and propose revenge sex.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 6.9K

Warnings: 18+ smut, cheating, revenge fuck, language, oral sex (female receiving), protected and unprotected sex, praise and degradation mix, pet names, teasing, no mention of y/n

A/n: We are getting a little out of our comfort zone with this story. I hope you will enjoy it.

Please give my lovely co-writer @notafunkiller a follow. She's an amazing writer. You should definitely check her Bucky Barnes stories.

All work is ours, please do not repost or translate without our permission.

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"Are you sure?" Bucky asks, finishing your bottle of sparkling water. "I don't want you to cry and regret it after."

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” You sound so confident that even you are surprised. “It’s just sex.”

"Just sex." He repeats with his eyebrows raised. "You never seemed to me like the type of girl who would go for just sex, doll."

“Maybe you should’ve paid a little more attention. You would’ve realized you might have the wrong kind of impression.”

"Oh, really?" He leans in amused. "Big words."

“They're not. You just aren’t used to talking to me.”

"You're telling me you're not a commitment girl?" He presses the matter, not believing you even a little. You two might not be friends, but he figured out what type of person you are.

“I’m just saying I won’t regret having sex with you. The rest is your assumption.”

His gaze immediately drops to your chest. "You trust my skills that much?"

You roll your eyes. “Do you have to be this arrogant all the time?”

"Do you have to be a brat all the time?" He doesn't wait for your response, though, as he continues. "Oh wait, you can't help it. Totally in your nature."

“So women who don't stroke your ego are brats? Maybe I just don’t care that much about you. Did you consider that?” There’s a hint of anger in your voice but nothing more. He always manages to challenge you and push your buttons. “Maybe you aren’t the only one who didn’t like those double dates. Get off your high horse.” You add without missing a beat. You realized how bored and uninterested he was then. No matter what topic you were bringing up, he wasn’t open. That’s one of the reasons why you believe he thinks he’s better than anyone.

"Fuck." He shakes his head. "You and that mouth of yours. Do you see me going around and calling women brats?” He doesn’t wait for you to answer. “Those dates were absolutely horrible. Your little boy toy is the biggest loser I've ever met."

“You seem like a guy who would do that. You are not? Ops, wrong assumption I guess.” You make a fake I am sorry face. “He’s not my boy toy but I agree, he’s a big loser.”

He smiles when you finish your sentence, so satisfied. "Why do you enjoy pushing me so much? Does it turn you on?"

“How am I pushing you? Do you think this is pushing?” You don’t budge.

"What is it then?"

“I know you don’t like me and I am just giving you back that same energy.” You tell him the truth. That’s what you always do: you give the same energy people give you. If they are kind, you are kinder. If they are assholes, you are a bigger asshole.

Bucky snorts, running a hand through his hair. "Where was this attitude hidden around him?"

You breathe out loudly, not hiding how bored you are. “Are we gonna talk all night or are we gonna do this?”

He smiles in a way you never saw him smile before he leans in even more, invading your space. "It's been that long, huh?"

You make a face. “You can’t tell me sex with her was great. I saw their little sex tapes.” You can’t deny what he’s just said, but you can deflect.

He gives you the most surprised face. "What?"

“You heard me. If it had been a while for me, then it must have been even longer for you.”

"Indeed." His voice doesn't betray any emotion.

“Then stop belittling me. We both have been having bad sex and we both got cheated on. You aren’t better than me.”

"When did I say that, woman?"

“You always act like you are better than everyone.”

"That's just your assumption." He paraphrases you with the biggest smile on his face

“Prove me wrong then.”

And he does, looking at you for a couple of seconds. When you don't move, he finally grabs you by your chin and kisses you. He's not hesitant or testing, he's literally trying to claim your mouth as he wants to deepen the kiss by licking your bottom lip. When you finally give him access, his hand goes to the back of your neck, the contrast between his soft touch and his passionate way of kissing making you moan.

"Your mouth…"

“What about it?” You ask while still looking at his lips.

He kisses you again, like he's starved, his hand pulling your hair a little more. He tastes like some fresh toothpaste and a little chocolate.

"So sweet, yet so bratty."

“Do you have a thing for brats for something?” You pull him by his collar and kiss him again. He might be an asshole, but he knows how to kiss.

"Maybe just for a special brat."

“What does that mean?” You stop and look into his eyes.

He lets go of your hair and lowers his hands to your waist. "Tell me to stop and I will. Tap me anywhere if you can't talk and I'll stop. Get it?"

“Yeah. Same goes for you. Any lines you don’t wanna cross?”

"Just don't call me by someone else's name." He sighs.

“Fine by me. Don’t use any pet names you used for your ex.”

"I wouldn’t dream of it. What else?" He smirks.

“No degrading.”

"So no my little whore?”

“That doesn’t sound like degrading to me but another rule: Don’t say things you don’t mean. I don’t like that heat-of-the-moment bullshit.”

He seems to like your rules. "God, how did you date that asshole for 5 months?"

“I was just giving that so-called nice guy a chance and it got me here. How did you date that bitch for 8 months?”

"Woah. Bitch? Never heard you referring to a woman like this."

“I never liked her.” You shrug. And she cheated on him. So why not?

"Why?"

“I don’t know. I always thought she was full of herself. Always looking down at people.”

"Like me." He stares at you. "I understand."

“Not like that. She always talks badly about people. Most of the time, behind their backs. She always looks for a way to steal the spotlight. I actually wondered what you saw in her.”

"I won't talk about a woman badly, especially my ex, but I guess we just want to give people a chance."

“That woman cheated on you. With someone she called her best friend after you two decided to move in together. Maybe longer. But sure, make me feel bad about calling her a bitch.”

Bucky seems to think about it for a few seconds. You appreciate his non-talking shit about my ex policy, but in this case? Not deserved. They cheated on you for months. They could have chosen to break up, but they didn't want that. They pretended they are just friends, proposed double dates, lied and hid, and made promises. Your relationships weren't working perfectly well, your sex lives seem very shitty and probably there were signs about this affair, but you cannot blame yourself or Bucky for not seeing them. You deserved the truth. You just can't believe you two are actually in this situation. Giving the wrong people a chance… never again for sure.

"You're right. This is such a fucking shitty thing. I mean, at least fucking break up with me. God, we kissed them, fucked them after they were with each other." He makes a disgusted face.

“So we practically fucked each other already, you know?” You make a joke, trying to change the mood a little. It really is fucked up.

"They didn't see us having sex though." He shakes his head. "They managed to make the lamest sex tapes in history."

“Yeah, I am still traumatized by her fake moans.”

"Fake?" He snorts.

“Yeah, I know how sex is with him. No way those moans are real.”

"Maybe they are. Maybe she enjoys it. She likes him so much they decided this fucking shitty sex is worth it." He leans in and kisses you again suddenly and you don't understand if he's angry because he regrets being with her and getting cheated on or he regrets being betrayed because he wants her so much. You know they fought a lot from your soon-to-be ex, but 8 months are something after all.

You kiss him back nonetheless, enjoying the way his lips and tongue feel. You don't remember the last time you've been kissed this good. If you've ever been with someone like this… he's basically eating you with his mouth.

“It won’t take long for her to regret it. Talking from experience,” you say while kissing him back. You wanna know if he wants her back or not. Not that it matters. You are just curious. Maybe he wants to make her jealous.

"What she wants doesn't matter anymore, doll." He strokes your hair when he stops kissing you so you can take a deep breath. "You called me arrogant, right?"

“Yeah?” You answer hesitantly.

"Do arrogant people ever let themselves be humiliated?" He pauses. "I don't want something like this. Someone like this. I have absolutely no desire to keep a person who does this. I am a patient person, I try to work things out, but this? Never in a fucking million years. Nothing about this relationship was right, I suppose. What about you?"

“I don’t care about him anymore.” Your response comes immediately. You were completely done with him the moment you found out about their affair. There’s no turning back. It was like a switch. That’s why you are here with Bucky. “I tried so hard to make it work, thinking relationships are hard and we gotta put some effort to make it work. All bullshit. I’m done with him. I’m done with lowering my standards. Done with 5-minute sex, and ‘you turn me on so much, I can’t help it’ excuses. There’s no going back for me.”

You see his little smirk and can't help but touch his face. He is really one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen.

"I never liked him, and you know it. That small dick energy is unbearable. I think he'd have a heart attack if he even heard us. Can you imagine?"

“I… actually can.” You can envision how that would hurt him and his insufferable ego. “God, she would hate me so much.” You smile.

"Oh, she would. She's always been jealous of you anyway."

“And he hates that you don’t even have to be nice to make people like you. Now he would have an extra reason.”

"Fuck, doll." You feel his thumb on your neck and you shiver. "I'm gonna sound crazy, but wouldn't make you feel satisfied if indeed they heard us?"

You blink, trying to understand his offer. That actually would actually give you pleasure… knowing that he suffers just like you did. You also notice the pet name he uses. You never heard him use it with his (ex) girlfriend, so he’s keeping his promise. “I’d… really like that.”

"Yeah?" He leaves a kiss on the corner of your mouth. "A voice message?"

“Sounds better than actually calling.” You turn your face a little and kiss him on the lips.

"Look at you, you ignored me for months." He bites your bottom lip lightly.

“It wasn’t like you were friendly.”

Does he even hear you?

He takes you in his arms. "Bedroom?"

“Bedroom.” You wrap your legs around his torso in agreement as he leads the way.

"Left?"

“Yeah, hurry up.”

He opens the door with his elbow, then doesn't bother to close it as he lets you down. His hands find your blouse and you hear the ripping sound before you can raise your arms.

You’re surprised but not bothered. Truth be told, you find that very hot. But you still unclip your bra.

“Fucking hell.” He manages to whisper before he leans in and grabs your breasts, his tongue licking all the way down from your neck to your nipple.

You tug on his T-shirt and try to take it off while he’s busy exploring your body.

"You hid these from me."

“Not specifically from you. Move your hands up so I can take this off.”

"From who then?" He frowns and lets go for a second so you can take it off.

“From everyone, of course.”

"God, I wanna come all over them. So pretty.”

“Maybe you should make a mental list. Come on her tits. Come inside her mouth. Come inside her pussy.”

His eyes glow, and you giggle. "Who said I didn't?"

“You did?” You sound impressed. “Wanna share?”

"Wanna share my come? Sure." His fingers find your zipper and you gasp when he takes your pants off from one try.

“Oh, you are filthier than I thought.” You say to cover your surprise.

"You thought about how filthy I am?"

“You think I didn’t consider how this would be before offering a revenge fuck?”

"When?" He takes ahold of your underwear, and you're unsure if he wants to rip it off or simply take it off.

“I just told you.”

"I thought…" He blushes, realizing he misunderstood. It's an asshole move to assume that while you were with that prick, the thought of him like this has even passed your mind. "Forget it."

“No, no, tell me.” You pull him closer by his belt. “Let’s get rid of these.”

"Did you ever think about me before today?" He helps you take off his pants while finally getting rid of your panties.

“What if I did? Does it make me a terrible person?”

"Terrible." He nods, letting the pieces of your underwear drop on the floor along with his boxers and pants before he steps out of them. "So terrible." He kisses you, his hands on your hips, bringing you closer to his cock. You didn't even have proper time to look at him. "The worst."

“I knew it.” You play along. “What about you?”

"I thought about this mouth a lot."

“Just my mouth?” You nudge him by moving your hips up.

"Thought about fucking you in the bathroom."

“When?” Did he really want to fuck you before? He never looked at you twice or at least that’s what you thought.

"A few weeks ago… we… the office. You were with your little group. They were smoking and you wore that fucking lipstick that just blew my mind away. I didn't intend to. You didn't even notice me." He kisses you again but doesn't deepen it.

Everything he said takes you by surprise. You didn’t think that he ever paid attention to you, let alone notice your lipstick and get turned on by it.

“I noticed you, but I thought you were bored. You had a grumpy look on your face most of the time. I liked your blue shirt, though. It makes your eyes pop.”

He moans. Is it so easy to make him moan? you wonder.

"I'm always grumpy and arrogant, of course."

“You don’t seem that grumpy and arrogant right now.” You gently bite his neck and then soothe the spot with your tongue.

"Fucking hell, woman." You feel him grabbing your ass. "Tell me you have a condom."

“In that drawer.” You point to it casually. “But just so you know, I’m on the pills.”

He nods, contemplating for a little while before helping you get on bed and taking a condom from your nightstand.

You don’t question why he chooses to reach for it, yet you can’t help but wonder how it would be like to feel him without any barrier. Your mouth waters at the sight of his naked body.

Maybe, maybe you should let him fuck your mouth, too. Why not?

He quickly puts the condom on and before he can climb on bed, he looks at you. "What you said earlier about the voice message, do you still stand by it?"

You realize you actually forgot about them or why you are doing this for a second. “Yeah. I want them to suffer.”

"Good." He takes his pants from the floor and finds his phone quickly. You didn't even realize he had it when you undressed him.

“So what are we doing exactly? Recording a small part and sending it?”

"Ihm." He nods. "Want that asshole to hear what your real moans sound like." He finally sits on the bed and you spread your legs further apart.

“Only my moans?” You ask while he positions himself.

"No video," he says immediately, and you giggle. That wasn’t your question, but it’s okay. You wonder if he’s being possessive with you already or it's something else.

“I meant what about your moans.”

He smiles. "Yeah, of course, but I'm not a loud person." He drops the phone close to your shoulder. "You, on the other hand… I bet you're a fucking screamer."

“I guess we'll find out. Is it recording already?”

"No, uhm, can you… The code is 0478."

“Let’s start and then we can record when it gets really loud.” You try to sound normal, but you are surprised he's just told you his passcode.

"You sure? We can trim it. I don't want to interrupt you."

"Don't worry. I'm good at multitasking." You give him a smile. "But if you wanna record the whole thing, so you can get off to it later, just say that." You can’t help but tease him a little.

"No, no, it's alright. I just want you to feel good, okay?" He smiles, his hands making their way to your thighs.

"Oh, I will. Don't worry about that." You pull him closer by wrapping your legs around his body. As he pushes inside, you start to forget what you were talking about before.

"Oh, fuck me." He groans when he sees the shape of your mouth. Such a perfect O. You feel so good and he's not even halfway inside you. "You're so wet."

"I can do that." You cheekily respond. "But we would need to change the position." You ignore his second comment.

He kisses you as if he needs to taste you again to be able to breathe, his tongue quickly finding yours once you open your mouth. Your hand gets into his hair at the same time he properly gets inside you.

You moan at the fullness. You haven't felt this stretched for so long, but it doesn't hurt. It just makes you crave more.

"Such a brat when you only needed a good cock." You know he's intentionally teasing you, so you try to find a good response.

"We'll see how good it is."

"Brat." He repeats again and moves his hands to your breast. His thrusts are not constant as he tries to test what you like.

"Put your mouth on them already." You know he wants to. He has been looking at them since he stepped inside your apartment. And you want him to do it, too. The thought itself makes you moan.

"Are you ordering me?"

"Depends. Yes, if you like that. No, if you don't."

He takes a handful of your breast in his mouth in response, not only your nipple, his thrusts getting slower, but a little deeper at the same time. The sound of his tongue licking on your skin makes you close your eyes.

The way he sucks your nipple makes you think he likes taking orders. What a great turn of events, you think.

He switches to the other one quickly, giving it the same treatment, while keeping the pace.

"Do you like it?"

“Yeah, yeah.” You quickly respond. “I love it.”

"Faster?"

“Yep, faster.” You gently push his head onto your breast again, loving the double stimulation.

He moans excitedly as he resumes licking and playing with your breasts, carefully trying to leave a hickey around your nipple. "These are mine now."

He doesn’t mean that, does he? Must be the heat of the moment, but you agreed on not doing that. So you decide to remind him. “Don’t say things you don’t actually mean, remember?”

"I didn't forget, brat. Did you?"

He bites on your nipple, gently, but you still feel it.

“So you actually mean that?” You really want to know, so you ignore the fact that he called you a brat again.

"Mean what?" He leaves a kiss on your nipple to soothe any possible pain. "That these are mine?"

“Yeah.” You sound impatient. Why is he acting clueless now?

"They are, they belong to me. So does your bratty mouth." He kisses you shortly.

You can’t deny how his words turn you on even more.

"I imagined fucking you in a bathroom that day at the office." He groans. "So terrible of me, right? Imagining you with come dripping out of you, down to your thighs as you go back to work. Months of petty silence solved."

“If I'd known my silence bothered you that much, I would have been even more silent until it drove you crazy enough to do something about it.” You move your hips up to match his rhythm. “I just thought you just preferred not speaking to me because you didn’t like me.”

"I would have screwed everything up and fucked you, you understand?" He looks you in the eye, making it clear he is honest. "I would have become a horrible person, but not even that thought would have made me reconsider."

“Yet you didn’t do anything, did you? You never acted on it. You were just a grumpy man with terrible thoughts.” You just want him to know he’s not a horrible person, yet you can’t help but tease him a little at the same time.

"And you just needed the cock of that grumpy man with terrible thoughts, huh?" His thrusts are so much faster now. You wonder: how the fuck does he expect you to answer?

All you can do is whine and moan because somehow he manages to hit all the right places.

"My little cock whore." He groans. "Mine, okay? Just like I am yours."

“Jesus fucking Christ.” You can’t help but react. You find it so hot you can barely stay still. The way he talks during sex… They would really die if they heard you two. That makes you remember… You were supposed to hit the record button.

"Just Bucky. Or James."

“Where the fuck is your phone, Bucky?” You ask while trying to find it without actually looking.

He's confused for a split second, but then he remembers what you agreed on. "To your right."

You finally find the phone and unlock it quickly before dropping it without any care as soon as it starts to record.

"Oh, doll, you're too wet for me. So good." The sound of your skin slapping and the whimpers are so loud. You can’t contain yourself even if you try.

“Faster, please,” you say without thinking. It feels like you are already close. You don’t care if you have to beg for it.

"So greedy." He cries out when he feels your hands on his ass, pulling him deeper inside you.

“Fuckk. That feels good!” You moan loudly and arch your back.

"Holy shit."

He suddenly stops, making you open your eyes and giving him an accusatory look, but then you notice the phone in his hands. Oh, you forgot about it for a second and you have no idea why.

"Are you sending it?"

"Ihm." He doesn't just lock his phone after he is done. He freaking turns it off, surprising you. “I don’t want any interruptions. Want to fuck you in peace.”

You just pull him into another kiss, more passionate this time. You feel his right hand on your tummy, tickling you a little, before stopping down, above your clit.

“You close?” You ask him to make sure because you surely are.

"I'm trying not to come," he says honestly.

“Oh, you can. I’m close, too. I just need it a little faster.” His hand on your clit already makes you realize it won’t take much for you to fall apart.

He pulls back, taking his cock almost completely out, and the emptiness makes you whine. Then he thrusts with full force, making you moan so loudly that you can’t recognize your own voice.

"Fuck, look at you. And those sounds…" He brings his thumb to your lips. "Come on, be a good girl and show me how your pretty little mouth would take my cock. The one that's inside your pussy right now, ready to come for you."

“Such a filthy mouth.” You say while moaning. “Come with me so I can take that cock inside my mouth and show you what it can do.”

"God, come, baby. Please come." He is begging you at this point. His voice is so desperate and soft.

His neediness, the way he says those words finally pushes you off the edge.

“Oh god.” You try to breathe as the orgasm takes over your body, making you shake. Your mouth opens, letting out the most unfiltered moan you've ever heard from yourself. It is pure pleasure with no thoughts, no worries. Your heart and your head are on fire, begging for more. You want this feeling to last as long as possible.

He comes shortly after you, but you don't realize it until you hear his loud groan vibrating against your chest. His hips and ass cheeks are trembling under your touch as he seems lost in his world for a few seconds. You run your fingers through his hair, waiting for him to come down from his high.

“Oh god, baby." You feel his breath on your wet skin and you sigh. "Can I live here forever?"

“That good?” You can’t help but ask. He can feel your smile without looking at you.

He looks up. "Ihm. What about you?"

“Wanna get your ego stroked?” You ask genuinely. “Promise that you’re not gonna use it against me.”

He kisses your throat. "I don't make such promises, woman."

“Then you won’t get to hear it.” You expose your throat more while talking.

"What if I eat the truth out of you?"

“Eat the truth out of me?”

"Ihm. You know… when you're under sex spell, you become truthful."

“You are welcome to try.” There’s no way you are gonna turn down another orgasm like this one.

"Perfect." He leaves another kiss on the valley between your breasts and sighs. "Have to take this off first," he says, taking his cock out with a small hiss before standing up near the bed, watching you. "Where can I throw this away?"

“There’s a trashcan in the bathroom.” You point at it while getting more comfortable on the bed.

"Be right back."

You feel something cold on your back and realize it’s his phone. You put it on the nightstand, thinking about how he turned his phone off in the middle of the sex. You make a mental note to ask him to send you that voice message later, so you can remember how good the sex felt.

He comes back with your small semi-wet towel and watches you carefully. "Look, I meant what I said about eating the truth out of you, but only if you are okay with it. I won't ask again. I could always just leave, you know? No big deal." But you can see in his face it would be a big deal. Maybe he likes your company. The sex is amazing.

“Do you wanna leave, Bucky?” You already know his answer.

"No, I don't."

“Then come here and do whatever you wanna do.”

He doesn't need to be told twice. You watch him drop to his knees and, at the same time, drag you closer to the edge of the bed as quickly as he can. You let out a surprised gasp, but it turns into a whole moan when he lifts your legs on his shoulders and starts licking you from your entrance to your clit.

“Fuck, you weren’t joking.”

He acknowledges your words by playing with his tongue around your clit. You move your hips slowly, up and down, just to create a little more friction. Your greed grows while you watch him eagerly lick every bit of your pussy.

You don't expect to feel his fingers at your entrance all of the sudden as you're focused on his tongue. And you especially don't expect him to curl two of his fingers and get them inside you at once. No warnings.

“Oh fuck, yes!” You find yourself grabbing his hair, just needing something to hold on to.

And he moans, buckling his hips in the air at the slight pain. The pace of his fingers matches his tongue, but it's not enough.

“Add the third finger.” You sound desperately close.

He is surprised, you can sense it, but he quickly does what you say, his tongue eagerly toying with your clit faster than before.

“I’m so close!” You warn.

He stops licking for a little and you try to move your hips to meet his mouth. What the fuck is he doing? No time for edging.

"What were you gonna say, doll? What did you think it would stroke my ego?"

“What?” You raise on your elbows, looking like a mess. “Really?”

"If you want my tongue, you give me an answer."

“You are unbelievable!” You sound so betrayed.

"I warned you not to cry, doll."

You really want to keep that thought to yourself, but the ache between your legs doesn’t care about your pride. “I can’t believe you are doing this right now.”

He gives you a small smile, and you see him leaning in again. You think you won, getting more comfortable, ready to come soon, but he only licks you twice, teasingly, and lets your clit go.

"Do what?"

You whine loudly. The feeling of his tongue lingers on your clit. “You wanna play dirty?” Maybe you can’t win this fight, but it doesn’t mean you can’t win others. “Fine.” You sit up a little, looking into his eyes. “It was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Happy now?”

"Delighted. Now was it so hard? You get a reward for being my good and honest girl."

“Yeah, whatever.” You roll your eyes.

"Fucking brat," you hear him whisper right before his tongue finds your clit again, finally licking it in circles properly. He starts to move his fingers, too, and even though they are obviously not even close to the thickness of his cock, they feel incredible.

But you are too annoyed now, at the same time. A part of you just wants to hold back and not give him the pleasure of hearing you come. So he tries harder. You hear him whimpering as he takes your clit into his mouth, sucking on it. And you swallow a moan while your legs are trembling.

"Come on, baby." His fingers move faster, too. "Let it go."

Your whole body starts to shake uncontrollably, but you keep your moans to yourself, pressing your lips together tightly just out of spite. You can see he hates it, but he doesn't stop until you finish coming. And it feels amazing, but you are sure it would have been even better if you had let yourself enjoy it freely.

He sighs into your clit and leaves a kiss there before he stands up. "You're mad."

“No shit, Sherlock.”

"Ah, doll. Nothing can tame that mouth."

“More like actions and consequences. I wasn’t ready to share that, but you forced me to say it for an orgasm, so that’s what you get. An orgasm. Nothing more, nothing less.”

"Forced?" His face shows concern as he sits next to you. "That wasn’t my intention. The last thing I want is to make you feel trapped.” He seems like he’s confused. He looks around and meets your gaze again. “Do you want me to leave?"

“If you wanna leave, just leave, but if that wasn’t really your intention, you can start with apologizing.”

"I am sorry," he immediately says, taking your hands into his. "I was just trying to… be silly I guess."

“You wanted your ego stroked, I get it. We both need it after what happened, but… I don’t know. I just felt exposed.”

"I'm sorry." He kisses your cheek. "I might be a grumpy arrogant son of a bitch, but forcing…"

You start to tear up, hearing him say sorry this quickly. Fucking relationship trauma.

"Oh god, baby, I am sorry, I didn't…" he tries to wipe your tears with his thumbs. "I'm a jackass, but I swear I wasn't trying to force you. I thought it was just a game. My bad."

“No, no. This is on me. Sorry.” You try to take a deep breath. “He just never said sorry no matter how hurt I was. He always had an excuse. This is just… trauma I guess.”

"What a fucking douchebag. I can fuck him up really good, you know?" He suggests. "Just say the words."

“He’s probably already fucked up by the fact that we are fucking.” That thought cheers you up a little.

"His face deserves it, too." Bucky puffs and kisses your wet cheeks. "To be honest, this whole should I leave question comes from my relationship trauma, too. So you’re not alone. She either wanted me to leave or she left every fucking time we disagreed on something. She once threw my shoes out of the window just so I'd go. I don't know why we kept trying…"

“Oh.” You finally understand why he keeps offering to leave. It isn't about you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I thought you were just trying to get out when things get hard.”

"Don't be sorry. I prefer to talk on the spot, to be honest. Letting everything out is healthier. Don't "

“Or take a break whenever it’s needed. Doesn’t mean you have to leave though.”

"Yeah! Exactly."

You laugh a little. You never realized how similar you two are. Today is changing your perspective completely. “Your apology is accepted by the way, but under one condition.”

"What is that?'

“Tell me something about yourself that you don’t want me to know.”

He thinks for a second. "My breath smells like death in the morning. I can make your plants die if you let me."

You shake your head, amused. “That’s not good enough. Everyone’s breath smells bad in the morning.”

"What do you wanna know then?"

“Something on the same level of having your best orgasm.”

"I think you broke me."

“What?”

"You broke me." He repeats as if that is an explanation.

“In what way?”

He kisses you just as desperately as he did in the kitchen, as if this is the first time he kisses you and he can't ever get enough. "I want you for more than one time, do you understand?"

“Oh. Well… That can be arranged.”

"Yeah?" He drags you by your hips, placing you on top of his thighs.

“I would actually like that.”

He kisses you some more, letting his hands wander all over your body, stopping especially on your neck and breasts.

"You like it rough, don't you? Not complaining about me ripping your clothes off, loving the bites." He pulls your hair, just to prove his point in case you deny. You moan.

“Yeah, apparently you like it rough, too.” You don’t deny. Why would you?

"Of course I do, brat." He then turns you around suddenly. "All fours, please."

“Since you asked so nicely,” You stop for the dramatic effect and say as sarcastically as possible: “Boss.”

"Wanna make me your boss?"

“You are already acting like one.” You stand on all fours, pushing your ass back while lowering your head.

"Fuck! You're such a sight, you know?" Bucky's eyes don't leave your body.

“Am I?”

"I wanna look at you like this all day long."

You look at him amused. “I’m afraid I don’t have that much patience.”

You notice him shaking his head. "Of course."

“It’s rude to make me wait like this, you know?”

"Sorry, just wanted to remember this." Bucky feels a little bad for the thoughts he has. He mentally took a picture of you cause he can't ask this from you, right? You're not a couple, and even if you were, it doesn't mean exchanging or keeping photos like this would be okay.

His hips touch your ass as he positions himself at your entrance. "Any limits that come to your mind? I won't ask again."

“We already decided on the rules. I don’t think there’s anything besides them.”

"I'm not gonna hold back this time." Not completely… he grabs a handful of your hair as he thrusts inside you. "I'm gonna pound the fuck out of you and you're gonna take it like a good little girl, understand?"

“I understand. You won’t stop until I say stop.”

"Jesus Christ." He moans halfway inside you at the feel of your extra wet pussy. He feels out of breath just by standing still. "How…"

“Oh, fuck.” You nearly choke. It feels unbelievably good. This position is doing wonders.

"I didn't think-" he says, but at the same time doesn't move an inch. "Fuck, it feels too good, this pussy is driving me crazy. You are driving me crazy." He grips your hair harder without warning and starts to thrusts properly inside you, making sure to squeeze your left breast with his free. The sounds of your wet skin slapping make him curse under his breath.

“You didn’t think what?” You sound out of breath already.

"I cannot fuck you with condoms again." Technically he can, but he doesn’t want to.

You smile widely. “Why is that?”

"Because I am completely fucked."

“You like it that much?”

"Like it?" He puffs, unamused, and starts to finally pound you the way he imagined a few weeks ago. Maybe even harder.

“Oh, fuck!” Yep, he’s right. You are fucked, too.

"You might need to fix me very often, you know?" He drops his hand from your hair just to properly grab your hips. You can barely keep your position like this, his thrusts are so deep.

“Fix you?”

"Yeah. Fix my cock." Oh, that’s what he means.

“We can fix each other then.”

"Ihm." He doesn't say much after this, too focused on kissing your back and keeping the pace at the same time. He's ready to come any minute.

“Harder, Bucky. Please!” You need to come. Really desperately.

"How much harder?" He thrusts a little harder. "More or like this?"

“As hard as you can.”

He doesn't disagree with you, but you know he's holding back even when he pushes harder. And harder. And harder.

"I'm gonna come," he manages to moan. "Fuck I'm gonna come inside you, gonna make a mess. Tell me you… t-tell me you want my come."

“I want your come, Bucky, please. p Please, come with me!” You are already shaking uncontrollably.

"Fuck." That's all you get from him before he's coming, his fingers digging so hard into your skin that you moan again, dizzy from your orgasm.

He keeps moving, making a mess, indeed. It’s already dripping out, you can feel it.

"I came so much." You hear him say suddenly through fogginess.

You smile, resting your head on the bed still, feeling unable to move.

"Not gonna say anything?"

“I died and went to heaven.” You murmur. The orgasm is still running through your veins, making you twitch here and there.

"I've been in heaven for a while."

You finally turn around and look at him. “It was so fucking good.”

"No words." He slowly gets out of you and you notice how happy he is, not taking his eyes off your pussy. "It's gonna start dripping… all over your thighs and sheets. What a nice mark." He even brings a finger to your entrance and pushes back some come.

“Do you have a breeding kink or something?” You smile while asking.

"A breeding kink?"

“Yeah, do you know what it is?”

"Something to do with my come inside you?" He teases. His confusion seems to fade away.

“Yeah, and getting me pregnant.”

He groans, closing his eyes.

“They do that pushing the come back inside thing most of the time.”

"I guess I have a breeding kink." He smiles, accepting it instantly, and finally closes the gap to kiss you. "You might not get rid of me now."

“I knew it!” You point at him with your finger. “I wasn’t gonna get rid of you anyways.”

"Wanna keep me as your boy toy?"

“You wanna be my boy toy?” Your whole face lights up.

"You look quite excited."

“I never had a boy toy before.”

"No?" He shakes his head. "Time to change that. And as your boy toy, I should always make sure you're having a good time." He surprises you by spreading your legs again.

“No, no, no, no. It’s my turn.”

Bucky shakes his head. "Need to get you clean, and then we can do whatever you want, alright?"

“You are really something else.” You sound amazed.

He smirks. "And you're stuck with me. You're all mine now."

You don't get to say anything anymore as you feel his tongue at your entrance. So you just grab his hair, closing your eyes, your exes long forgotten.

“And you are all mine.”

[noxturnals-void]

Slashers with an s/o that has scars

Characters include:

Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Michael Myers, Jesse Cromeans, Asa Emory

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Tw: scars, mentions of abuse, mentions of self-harm, toxic relationships, mentions of death/murder, characters being their questionable selves

(The scars are a mix of self-harm and abuse)

This is just a big mix of comfort imagines.

Feel free to add your own thoughts/ideas.

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Jason Voorhees:

He’s confused when he first sees the marks on your arms and legs. Were you in an accident of some kind? You’d never mentioned anything of the sort before.

He won’t bring it up until he sees more across your shoulders and back.

It takes a long, very awkward conversation on your part to explain when he expresses worry toward the marks on your body.

He understands what abuse is, but mainly in the form of bullying. Having to explain abuse at the hands of people you trusted was much different in his mind.

He’s absolutely heartbroken. How could anyone have hurt you like this?

He will bury the anger he has toward the people who hurt you, very gently pulling you into a hug and squeezing you to his chest.

That’s all in the past now. He’s here. He would never, ever let anything like that happen to you again.

Thomas Hewitt:

Oh, he knows.

He could tell the moment he laid eyes on you that you were just like him. Hiding your arms away and recoiling from anyone who got too close.

He tries not to make a big deal of it. They look old, so he won’t mention it.

That is, until he catches you changing one day. He sees the collection of deep marks across your back. He’s not stupid, he knows you didn’t do those yourself.

This time, he does bring it up. He’s not judgemental. He understands, probably better than anyone in his family.

When you feel comfortable, you share what happened to you.

He doesn’t push for details. He has enough imagination and his own experiences to supplement any information you decide to give.

He just pats you on the head, grunting low. His way of telling you it’s okay. You’re safe from those people.

You’re part of his family now, after all. He will protect you.

Bo Sinclair:

It doesn’t take long for him to notice.

Unlike him, you don’t hide your scars very well.

Maybe it’s because you don’t mind that he sees. Perhaps it’s because you sometimes forget they are part of you. He doesn’t know.

He asks about the scars the next time you two are alone. It catches you so far off guard you freeze.

You explain, trying not to go into too much detail. Someone you trusted hurt you in an unrepairable way. That was something he could understand.

He gets upset on your behalf, something in your story triggering a part of him he thought he’d buried deep down enough not to deal with anymore.

He doesn’t get sappy about his own scars, but he’ll show them to you in an effort to sympathize.

You’re not alone in your feelings. He reassures you that everything will be alright and that it wasn’t your fault. He’ll watch out for you now.

Vincent Sinclair:

He first saw the scars when you posed for him for a quick sketch.

He was tactful, pointing out the marks in a subtle way. When you don’t quite understand what he’s getting at (thinking you might be posing wrong or something), he walks over and uses his wax-coated hands to investigate your skin.

Was it some type of accident? Had someone done this to you? His blood boiled at even the thought of someone hurting you. 

When you opened up about the backstory to your scars, he withheld his emotions from your eyes. He was angry, of course. He wanted to hurt the people who had hurt you.

He holds you in his lap as he continues with his sketch. He doesn’t truly need you to pose for him. Your shape is already burned into the depths of his memory.

He gently massages his hand over the scars on your arms and legs while his other hand sketches.

It’s the closest he can get to telling you how perfect you are. You’re his muse. His heart.

He will never let you feel unprotected. He’ll keep you safe.

Lester Sinclair:

Poor guy is so awkward about bringing it up.

He noticed the marks littering your body some time ago but never dared to ask.

He was already pretty sure of the answer, but he preferred to hear your side of the story before making any assumptions.

Your story breaks his heart little by little. He cries for you, grieved you had gone through what you had.

He holds you, telling you you’re perfect and didn’t deserve what had happened to you. He’s so sorry you went through it.

He’ll whisper affirmations to you for as long as you let him. He is here for you now. You are not alone anymore. It is all in the past.

He’s got you, and he’s never gonna let you go.

Michael Myers:

He likely won’t point them out.

He knows, of course. You’ve changed clothes in front of him on more than one occasion.

Sometimes, if he’s got the mask off, you might catch him staring. Otherwise, you can feel his eyes trace the pattern of marks over your body.

When you talk about it, he listens. He might not sympathize or react emotionally like others do to your story, but he does listen. He does care.

No one but him is allowed to hurt you. The rage of someone else laying their hands on you has him itching for his knife.

Someone you trusted hurt you? What’s their name?You mention a location they frequented in the past. Got it.

He’ll hunt them down within the week.

You won’t question the blood on him when he comes home late a few days later.

He holds you close that night, not allowing you to move from his side until dawn.

You’ll understand his unusually clingy behavior when you hear about a recent murder on the news.

You’re his. They can’t hurt you anymore.

Jesse Cromeans:

He sees the marks across your arms one evening.

His phone drones a partially insensitive joke about the scars, but he sees the way you react to them being mentioned and leaves it be.

He doesn’t talk about them again until you’re ready.

He has a big ego on him, but that doesn’t mean he will force it out of you.

When you do tell him what happened to you, he’s furious. Someone hurt his favorite little piggy?

He’s going to hunt them down. Spann is already in the process of finding their address.

They won’t get a video, though. This isn’t a film; this is revenge.

When everything is said and done, he’s going on a shopping spree. A big bouquet of your favorite flowers, all your favorite treats, and your favorite series/movie in the disc player ready for a long night in.

You’re blissfully unaware of what has happened to cause this treatment, and he will keep it that way.

From then on, he reminds you that your scars do not change how he feels about you. You’re perfect. He made sure they won’t ever harm you again.

Asa Emory:

He’s scarily observant. It didn’t take him long at all to find out.

He asks directly, lacking a certain amount of tact someone else might deploy for this kind of conversation. He’s not one for beating around the bush verbally.

He’s surprisingly understanding when you tell him about your past abuse. He experienced similar things in his youth. He won’t share, of course.

He doesn’t use your scars against you like he would if it were something else deeply personal.

Usually, he’d discover a pressure point such as this and use it to manipulate you subtly. This is not a pressure point he will use often, if at all.

You’re his now. You belong to him in every sense of the word. Whatever scars you gain now will be from him and only him, and only when they’re done intentionally.

You’re his favorite pet in the collection. The marks across your body don’t detract from your value in his eyes.

He will create masterful works of art out of your past, enmeshing it with your future with him.

[steddieas-shegoes]

hate to remember you like this

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'angst with a happy ending' rated m wc: 1000 cw: mention of car accident, medical emergency, temporary amnesia tags: post-break up, assumed unrequited feelings, getting back together

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"Eddie, it's Steve."

Robin's words echoed in his head as he boarded the plane.

He left Steve three years ago because Steve told him to go, told him that if his dreams were so big that he couldn't stay then he had to leave and not come back.

Steve refused to talk to him since, refused to visit when all the kids came to his shows, refused to show up to Christmas at Wayne's.

So he shouldn't be on this flight to see Steve.

But Robin had insisted that Steve asked for him, and Eddie couldn't ignore the immediate need to be there for him.

Despite time, distance, and the constant feelings of regret mixed with heartbreak and anger, he still only wanted Steve.

He didn't know what happened, just that Steve had been in a medically induced coma for over 24 hours and the moment he woke up, he was begging for someone to get Eddie.

Robin had mentioned that he didn't seem to have all of his memories, but didn't tell him any details on which memories he may be missing.

He sat in his seat and hoped that whatever he was walking into would be closure for his heart.

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The kids were all sitting in the waiting room when he arrived at the hospital.

The moment Will saw him, hell broke loose.

"Who called you?" he asked.

"Robin. Are they letting people back?" Eddie asked.

"You shouldn't be here," Will said.

Eddie looked at his stance and couldn't help but smile. Will had grown incredibly protective of Steve after Eddie left, much to everyone's surprise.

"He asked for me. I promised I'd come if he ever needed me."

Everyone was quiet for a moment.

"Room 186. He was awake a little while ago, but they're only letting two people in at a time and Robin and Joyce have been with him for the last hour."

"Thanks."

Room 186 wasn't far down the hall. He could hear Joyce's motherly tone fussing while Robin sounded like she was rambling to herself.

When he walked into the room, his breath caught in his throat.

Steve was bruised, and half of his head was wrapped in bandages that looked like they needed to be changed.

But he gave Eddie a soft smile.

A smile he didn't deserve.

"Baby, tell Joyce to stop worrying herself to death over me. I'm fine."

Baby.

Robin and Joyce glanced over at Eddie, waiting for his reaction.

"I got it from here, Joyce," Eddie smiled at her and Robin, understanding coming over him swiftly.

"Alright, Eddie's got ya for a bit, but I'll be in the waiting room if you need me," Robin said, patting Steve's hand.

She gave Eddie a death glare on her way out of the room, silently suggesting that he would need a room at the hospital if he dared to hurt Steve in any way.

He sat down next to Steve, taking in his injuries.

"What took you so long?" Steve asked him, pouting slightly.

"Sorry, sweetheart. Got caught up with the band."

"But it's Wednesday. You don't have practice on Wednesdays."

Eddie sighed.

"Stevie, what year is it?" Had no one checked him for a concussion at any point in the last 12 hours?

"1988."

"It's 1991. You remember my band made it?" Eddie was going to get murdered by Robin for ruining whatever fantasy Steve's mind had settled on.

"What? But-" Steve's brows drew together as he tried to work through his own thoughts and memories. "You guys made it?"

"Yeah, we did."

They sat in silence while Steve processed.

Eddie felt the moment his memory started to come back, the room suddenly going cold.

"You left."

"Steve-"

"You left me," his voice broke, much like it had the night he screamed at Eddie as he walked out the door.

"I did."

"Why'd you come?"

"You asked me to. I'll always come when you ask."

Steve looked at him, his eyes heavy from whatever cocktail of drugs were flowing through his system, glassy with unshed tears.

"Then why did you leave?"

"You asked me to."

"I wanted you to stay. I always wanted you to stay."

"I wanted you to come with me."

They were both tense, Eddie's hands curled into fists against his thighs and Steve's body curling in on itself, preparing for a fight Eddie wasn't going to give him.

"I couldn't."

"I know."

"So, you'll leave again and I'll stay?" Steve asked, choking back a wet sound that Eddie recognized as a sob.

"I'll be here as long as you need me."

Steve searched his face.

"Why now?"

"Because you asked. Because I know what it's like to leave you and I know it's not worth missing you." Eddie gulped. "Because I love you too much to walk away from you again. Not unless it's what you want."

"I never want that."

"Then I'll be right here," Eddie reached for his hand, holding it gently in his own.

"You can't, though. You made it, Eds."

"I'll figure it out. We'll figure it out. Okay?"

Steve stayed silent for a while, but didn't pull his hand away.

"You'll stay while we figure it out?" he finally asked.

"Yeah. As long as it takes."

"Seal it with a kiss?" Steve asked, the way he did when he asked for Eddie to promise that he'd take out the trash, or stop at the store, or love him always.

Eddie leaned in and pressed his lips to Steve's.

Steve smiled as he pulled away.

"First thing to figure out: a new car."

"You totaled it?"

"She was good to me for so long. Unfortunately, she took things worse than I did."

Hard to believe looking at how swollen and bruised most of Steve was.

But they sat and talked through his plans for another car, something he could take on longer road trips to visit all the kids at school, see a few of Eddie's shows.

They'd figure it out.

[splatattackz]

a little bit of a ramon character analysis in all of this;

(from someone whos watched him basically since the start of the egg event)

let me preface this by saying BOTH sunny and ramon are very valid in how they feel right now, i just want to go through and explain how things are from ramons point of view.

lets start off. imagine youre a kid. its just you and your dad, because your other dad left you before you had really begun to speak. you're a kid, and youve never really gotten to have a childhood. from a mix of one of your dads leaving (and how he treated you before he left), to feeling isolated from every other egg (besides a few, a little), to feeling like you have to protect and save everyone else - youve never gotten to be a kid. you still remember that day, when the party exploded, and you were hailed a hero for saving all your siblings. you hadn't felt like a hero, you were scared you were going to die before you had done anything you deemed useful. the worlds loneliest hero. you are only 3 months old at this point. youve died already and live life on one life, a life that threatens to slip away every. single day. youve watched siblings die. youve watched worry swamp your dad, and youve heard his greatest secret. you are only a kid. this is not a childhood. youve never even had a sleepover.

and then enters the picture 3 new siblings. and you love them. you realize, youre now a big brother. and you take that with pride. you care for them. you protect them. youre trying to protect them from your own fate, of not having a childhood. and bad things happen. and you fail. and you fail. and you fail. and youre sorry, and it adds to emotional stress thats been building up for months with no escape hatch in sight.

and then something amazing happens! youve helped your dad find someone to love. you have a pai now. now neither you nor your dad are truly alone, you cant be. you feel amazing. you feel like you can be a kid now, your biggest worry gone. you feel like youve finally done something useful. you can be a kid now. ... except, you can't. not really. because one of the people you considered a big brother, alongside your little sister, are trying to ruin what youve accomplished. theyre trying to destroy your happiness, you think. everything youve worked for - theyre trying to make a rift between your dad and your pai. and your angry. so unbelievably angry. and you shouldn't be angry at your little sister, you know this. you shouldnt feel salty. your dad explained you cant be mad at the child for the parents' actions. but you cant find yourself to stop this anger. the emotional stress that has been building is breaking and being let out at someone you dont want to be mad at. but you cant bring yourself to face her and talk to them. you just want to be happy why cant they see that? why cant her dad see that?

you are finally being happy, you have such a big family now, and theyre trying to ruin it - and turn you and them both are beginning to lose family (eachother) but you cant help it. youre just a kid! youre just a kid seeing 2 peoole you love try to break up your dad and your pai! how are you supposed to feel? youre done being the grown up. after all these months you get to finally be a kid in a proper family. you just want to be a kid. why cant they let you be a kid?

tl;dr; ramons just a kid whos never gotten to be a kid and when he finally does get to be one he sees two of the people he loves the most try and ruin that. how can he NOT be salty and angry? he just wants to be a kid, is it too much to ask?

[sadesluvr]

Hello, I hope you’re doing well!! This is kinda like the last request you got so sorry if it’s repetitive for you :,) but can you do a smut Fic with Jealous Mike Schmidt x Reader? :D

A/N: I love Mike asks! This is a combination of headcanons and a drabble bc I think it’s a fun scenario :3

Mike is very subtle when it comes to his jealousy

It usually mixes with his darker side - his insecurities - and it can lead him to some not so nice thoughts

He gets very quiet when someone flirts with you in front of him

Body language is key - He slumps his shoulders, bites his lip, looks down, shakes his head

He furrows his brows a lot

If the person isn’t taking no for an answer he’ll speak up, perhaps with a little snarky comment

He doesn’t react so much in the aftermath, but always snakes his hand in yours, and he’ll keep it that way

He’s dead quiet afterwards 

JAW CLENCHING

It takes a lot for him to punch someone over you. It’s very rare and it’s always to defend your case

Still, it all depends on the situation - He’s good at holding back his anger but he’ll go nuts if it was your ex

“Was that Cody? The guy who dumped you for his job?”

“Yeah…We were just catching up,” you shrug. “I’m not mad at him anymore. His job is great,”

Mike frowns and licks his lips. 

“Let me guess…He’s some big time lawyer?”

“Wall Street banker, actually. He’s back visiting family,”

Great. Just great. Bankers, let alone ones who work on Wall Street were the complete opposite of what he was. Charismatic and rich.

“Did he hit on you?”

“Yeah, but I told him I wasn’t interested,” you said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You really don’t need to worry about him, Mike. Everyone knows bankers are assholes,”

“Does he know you’re taken?” Mike says, and there’s an implacable look in his eye. He isn’t going to stop prying anytime soon.

“Oh my God…” you say, putting down your magazine to look at him clearly. His fists are stuck by his side, slightly clenched, and his shoulders are squared. His eyes are narrowed and he head cocked, wanting you to go on. 

“…Mike, are you jealous?” You laugh, and it kind of pisses him off. 

You’re not doing it out of enjoyment - even though it’s nice to see him being protective - but one of uncertainty. Mike never gave the impression of someone capable of jealousy. Insecurity yes, but you supposed they were one in the same.

He doesn’t answer.

“Did you tell him that I can make you cum with just my tongue?”

Jealous sex (if that’s a thing??) with Mike is definitely hot

He’s slightly aggressive, wasting no time in getting on top of you

Orders you around a lot, but it's all done in a really calm manner…Which is scary but it turns you on

“Take off your clothes. I wanna see you naked,”

“Bra and panties…Now,”

His eyes never leave yours the entire time. His usually warm hazel eyes are filled with lust and possession - He’s desperate to prove to you just how much better he is — how much he can be — and wants you to know it

When he’s jealous he takes you in missionary so he can see your face - Doggystyle is his second favourite

He wants control

He’s still very gentle and respectful of boundaries as always

ALWAYS makes you cum first. It’s a power thing

“You like that, huh?” He says, voice muffled between your thighs as he teased your clit with his tongue. “I bet Cody can’t do that. I bet he didn’t even like giving head…”

Gives you as many orgasms as he can (He’s of the rare guys who actually knows how to please a woman)

He’s attentive to your needs, but still gets himself off. He wants you to remember who you belong to, and how good he is

“Fuck,” he groans in your ear. He doesn’t show it, but your moans and whimpers do wonders for his ego as he slides in and out of you. Your hands are tight on his forearms as he daggers you, pussy still aching from your previous orgasm. “I love you so much….”

He gets kinda subby in these moments, and you know what he’s looking for

“I love you too, Mike,” you smile, holding his head to the crook of your neck as he thrusts deeper. “I’ll never leave you. Those other guys can never compare to you…”

He finishes deep in you, uncaring as to whether he had a condom on or not. He’ll deal with it in the morning - all that matters is your closeness in the now.

[thehighladywrites]

The Airhead Chronicles

… and the explanation

-> pairing: cassian x bimbo/ditzy reader, nesta archeron, feyre archeron

-> summary: You meet the third Archeron sister, what could she possibly want? Secret and past relationships get discussed

-> warnings: light angst, I had to vilify Nesta, even tho I adore her. Feyre is just fucking hot in this, cuddling, hurt to comfort, reader getting flashbacks/thoughts about her old life, cassian protecting his mate, oh and giving him a blowjob so nsfw lol, also reader is fucked.

-> amara’s note: sorry for the wait, i changed the plot like a million times. seriously, there are versions with super angst, versions where nesta poisons cassian and brainwashes him, there are just crazy plots but i hope you like this one💗💗 also this is probably the final chapter bc i have nothing else left. there will be one vacation chapter later and that’s it💗💗 soon i’ll be posting nerd azriel x bimbo reader, stay tuned👀👀

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

“Cassie, baby, who is she?”

Anger filled cassian at the vulnerability in your voice. How dared Nesta speak to you like that? In his anger, he hadn’t realized that he had flinched away from your touch. Looking down at you, his hardened eyes softened.

You looked up at him with a worried expression, eyes filled with fear. He realized what this looked like and hurried himself to explain.

“She’s Feyre and Elain’s sister.”

Nesta’s scoff echoed through his chambers as she stalked closer, keeping eye contact with him. You hadn’t even realized what she was wearing, she was dressed in a very short night gown and robe.

Wait, was she in here for Cassian?

No, Feyre and Rhys told you that Nesta wasn’t present at dinner today but she was aware of the two of you.

This isn’t making any sense, maybe she’s confused. Because no one goes after a mated fae, right? Yes, that’s it! She must be confused.

She had to be fucking confused because you really didn’t like how close she was standing to him.

Stepping forward you gave her a sickly sweet smile,

“You’re like really pretty, I can tell you’re their sister but you’re too close to my mate. Back off.”

Nesta looked at you bewildered,

“Excuse you? I'm merely talking to him. Are you not allowed friends, Cassian? Don't you find that a tad controlling?” she delivered with a mix of disdain and sharp sarcasm, her words cutting through the air like a blade.

She stepped closer to you and you had never seen so much hate in a persons eye.

“And who do you think you are? I’ve known him for several years, so if I want a moment to talk to him then it’s what I shall have.”

You smiled at her ready to punch her,

“You’re dressed like a slut in his room. I mean there’s nothing wrong with it, we all should embrace our inner sluts but just not with my mate, okay? Either back off or I’ll make you back off and that’s just a hassle. I mean, I just got these nails and my outfit is too cute for blood!”

Before she could step closer, Cassian grabbed your arm and pulled you back as he kept an unreadable face towards Nesta.

“Give us a moment.”

Your stomach dropped as you caught her secret smile. Why did they need to be alone? Had you done something? Oh Gods would he go back to her now? He wouldn’t do that right?

Flashbacks from your past came back, men would have their fun and then leave you. It was a big insecurity you had and you just hoped it wasn’t like that.

“But-”

“One moment.”

His firm words made your throat close up, you always got emotional when someone raised your voice at you, so to save face, you ripped your arm out of his grip, not once looking back as you hurried out of his room ready to leave.

—

Cassian’s pov:

As the doors closed, Cassian glanced back at the door with nausea as he heard your sobs. In that moment, he wished he could be closer to you. The safety he felt with you was incomparable to anyone else. The need to comfort you was taking over.

“She is as stupid as a bag of rocks. You’ve seriously mated with her?”

Cassian's head whipped towards Nesta, anger simmering in his eyes. He couldn't stand her condescending tone and the comment that belittled you.

Cassian's voice was firm and filled with a lethal edge as he addressed Nesta,

“I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing, but you need to leave. I don’t care what you think we had, if you ever speak to my mate like that again, I’ll kill you.”

His words were clipped as he practically spit them at her. Nesta still not grasping his rage and annoyence, started pulling on the strings of her robe, trying to undress.

“Please, you know you would be happier and more satisfied with me. Don’t you remember the times you took me like some rabid beast in bed? You can’t honestly tell me you don’t miss me.”

She got closer and closer, but before she could touch his body, he grabbed her forearm.

Cassian maintained a strong grip on her, pulling her closer. His voice was unwavering, “As I said, you insulted my mate and you’re directly ignoring what I’m saying. I don’t miss you in the slightest, Nesta. I’m finally happy, and I feel sorry that you must resort to this.”

She pulled her arm back roughly and again scoffed,

“Love always made you disgustingly weak.”

Cassian chuckled, “Loving you sure did. But with her, it has made me stronger than ever. It's a pity you don't understand that strength.”

He pivoted and stared out the window as he delivered his last words to her.

“Even if she wasn’t my mate, it would have never been us. So, don’t ever disrespect her like this again. And if I find out you’ve said anything else to or about her, there would be no one in this world stopping me from getting you.”

His words were casual and promising as if he wasn’t talking about literally murdering her for even speaking ill to you.

——

You tried not to cry, but being the sensitive soul you were, tears just couldn't resist. Ugh, talk about embarrassing! How on earth were you supposed to face that girl again? And when you replayed his tone in your head, the waterworks just cranked up a notch.

Trying to find your way through Rhysand's massive mansion, you got easily distracted. Oh, look, a beautiful painting! You gazed up at the massive artwork that covered most of the wall. It showed a life-sized scene with Rhysand, Feyre, Elain, Amren, Mor, Azriel, and—hold on—Nesta and Cassian sitting very close. Wait, no, she was sitting on top of him. What the fuck? Were they a thing before you? Why didn't he tell you? He just casually mentioned she was the third Archeron sister, conveniently skipping the whole history chapter.

Great. The male you mated with was just like every lying piece of shit out there. You rolled your eyes at the situation, irritated that you once again realized that males only wanted one thing from you and after they were done, moved on to another. You couldn’t lie, it really stung, especially with the bond but you’d survive.

“I was supposed to throw that away tomorrow.”

Feyre's gentle voice reached your ears, prompting you to lift your head in her direction. With a sorrowful expression, you acknowledged her, doing your best to hold back tears.

Feyre had been a true friend; you had loved her from the moment Rhysand introduced her to you. She was incredibly funny, offered great advice, and was the perfect companion for gossip. Many times, you had found solace in her arms when someone broke your heart, and you knew that if she asked how you felt now, tears would be inevitable.

“Oh, hi Fey. Is this a secret painting or something?”

She gave you her signature soft smile, moving closer as she looked at her painting.

“No, honey, not secret. Old. This was something I painted a few years ago. And it is not needed anymore, so I was getting rid of it since no one wanted the reminder up.”

“Be honest Fey, were they a couple?”

She looked hesitant to answer but sighed and explained,

“They thought they were mates. They were together, yes, but there was a lot of miscommunication and fights. Nesta became very closed off and wanted nothing to do with Cassian after a while. They broke up, and it became a big shift in our family. Now she lives in her own apartment, and we barely see her. Every night we invite her for dinner, but she doesn’t even bother declining; she just doesn’t come.”

Your brain just focused on the fact that they were almost mates. And now she was upstairs in a closed room with your real mate. What the hell was she doing here if she deliberately declined every dinner Feyre invited her to?

“Well, surprise, she’s here. Yeah, that’s right, she’s upstairs talking to him right now.”

“Wait, what? She’s here? What is she doing with Cassian? She said she never wanted to be around him ever again.”

You felt nauseous. She was trying to win him back. Your man, she was wanting YOUR man now that he was locked up and unavailable.

Feyre’s muffled words pulled you out of your thoughts as you asked her to repeat herself, too busy in your own mind to hear her the first time.

“I said let’s go up to them. What could they possibly be talking about that you don’t need to hear? Let’s go.”

She grabbed your hand, and you could tell she was totally pissed off. You smiled a little to yourself. Maybe you didn’t even need to say anything after all.

You climbed up the stairs as your heels clicked against every step. Ugh, you really needed a few inches off.

You froze at the thought. Had you really reached rock bottom? Shaking your head at the rash thought you kept climbing. You’d rather fucking die than not use your many, many heels.

The door opened up, and both of you stopped in your tracks. Nesta stepped out of the room and looked between you and Feyre before her lips twitched in a cruel smile. She pulled her robe tighter and glanced back into the room, fixing her hair as she shoved right past you, all while smiling and hitting both of your shoulders.

You felt like time stopped. Your stomach dropped, and your throat closed up. Honestly, you didn’t know who to confront first – the homewrecking bitch or the cheating bastard.

There was no missing her insinuation. Come on, you saw what she wore under her robe – a piece of lace and nothing more. And now she was pulling it tighter to her? Yeah right, they totally fucked.

Okay, the cheating bastard it was since Feyre turned around and grabbed Nesta’s arm, pushing her into the wall.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? You ignore my invitations, and now you’re back in Cassian’s room? To what? To show him how distasteful you are? Why, in the Mother’s name, would you go inside, dressed like this when you know he has a mate? I thought you, of all people, would know more about class, Nesta.”

Nesta looks you dead in the eyes as she just smiles again and shrugs Feyre off.

“He will come back to me eventually. Cassian knows where his true feelings lie.”

“I’ve never called another girl a bitch, because that’s like so weird but you’re the biggest, grade A bitch i’ve met in my life. I’m mated to him, not you. And keep one eye open, because I will so kick your ass when you least expect it.”

You had an acrylic nail pointing to her. You also give her an annoyed look before turning around, leaving her with Feyre as you open up the room to see Cassian looking out the window.

“Please, tell me she didn’t do what I think she did. Because I will actually kill you both.”

Cassian turned around with a tired expression and stepped forward before picking you up with one arm and bringing you to the foot of his bed. He began undressing, leathers and siphons discarded on a nearby table. He pulled you closer and began undressing you too which put a crease in your brow.

“I love getting fucked but sex isn’t the answer, Cassie. I don’t like feeling left out, so just explain.”

He looked at you with soft eyes before kissing your forehead and lifting you up again. He strode to the other side of the bed before gently putting you down and sliding underneath the sheets. He pulled you impossibly closer until you were almost on top of him with your head on his chest and took a breather before explaining.

“She tried to undress and then get me back, but I made it clear that it wasn't something I wanted. It's a really long story, but Nesta used to be closed off, pushing people away to shield herself from getting hurt. After facing a lot of challenges, we got together, but we just weren't a good fit. We clashed a lot, and she eventually reverted to her old ways. The breakup was messy, but honestly, we're both better off without each other.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you listened. Sympathy and pain for them surged within you, yet a selfish relief that you still had him to yourself.

“Tonight, she panicked when she saw you. I said no, asked her to leave, but then she tried to undress. I firmly kicked her out. I'm sorry for dismissing you like that, sweetheart. I know her well, and she might have said something to you. I don't think I could have held back if she did.”

Oh, that explains why she was fixing her robe! Phew, the sight nearly made you sick.

While you briefly considered telling Cassian about Nesta's earlier words about where his feelings lie, you decided to leave it at that. You're definitely planning to kick her ass someday, just not right now. Your current priority is to snuggle up to your Cassie and comfort him.

A sweet kiss and blowjob, just as you promised, seems like the perfect remedy to make everything better.

You shift your head and look up at his tired face.

Maybe just the kiss today, you decide. He looked very tired and-

“A blowjob sounds mighty fine, sweet girl.”

Your eyes widen a bit as your cheeks heat at his words. You then remember that he knew what you were thinking because of the bond. He could be really forward sometimes, your perfect match.

“I was just thinking of giving you one but you seem really, really tired, Cassie. Ya still want one from me?”

He shifted, grabbing your hips before sitting you upright on his lap so that you straddled his lying body.

“Sugar, I’ll take anything you have to offer me.”

He let out a deep chuckle at the way your face lit up with a smile as you let out a shriek of excitement.

Your hands eagerly tore the blanket away, shifting down to get eye-level with his cock.

“This is all mine, no one in the whole world will ever get it, ever. Just mine.”

Cassian raised himself onto his elbows, gazing at you before offering reassurance,

"Only yours, sweet one. Forever."

You smile at him before you wrap your plush lips around his leaking tip, humming when he groans in pleasure.

Your entire body heats at his needy sounds. There was nothing you loved than making Cassian feel good. His hisses and little ‘ fuck, right there baby’ was filling you up with pride and was really giving you an ego boost. It was you making him feel like this, you who he loved more than anything.

The thought alone made your pussy wet. The scary 6’7 general of The Night Court, one of the most feared and skilled warriors in history was nothing more than a babbling mess infront of you.

Cassian lets you take your time, allowing you to get used to his size. He lets you take control even though all he wants to do is bury his cock deep in you. So when you run your tongue into his slit, his hips jerk and his cock hits the back of your throat, making you gag on him.

“There’s my girl, so fucking perfect for me. Can you take me all the way, baby?”

You nod and take him deeper before you swallow, making your throat contract around his whole lenght. He gasps then pulls out with a pop, looking at you bewildered. You however just stared at him irritated, huffing at the disruption.

“Cassie, I wasn’t done! Why did you pull out, I almost had you,” you whine at him.

“Exactly. And we’re not done yet. I plan on fucking you until you can’t think straight.”

Cassian pulled you closer, putting a fat kiss on your lips before getting on top of you and fulfilling his promise to you.

He fucked you so hard, you passed out from the intensity. You had cum over and over again, time not registering in your brain.

As you sat together, the atmosphere turned sweet, and you found solace in the connection. All you knew was the comfort of his being, engulfing you.

—

You both lay there exhausted, wrapped in each other's arms, the once turbulent bond now a tranquil river of love and understanding.

“You wanna tell me about your shopping trip yesterday, sweets?” he asked, eager to hear your voice light up with excitement as you shared details about your latest fashion finds. Your ability to bring a sense of peace and light with the simplest conversations made Cassian feel an unmatched warmth. He knew he'd never love anyone as deeply as he loved you.

Throughout the night and into the next morning, you talked about everything under the sun. You even took a moment to explore his old room, running your fingers over his old possessions and playfully trying on his oversized leathers. The connection between you two felt stronger than ever, a testament to the depth of your bond.

Again, he thought about how there was no one he would ever love as much as he loved you.

Cassian was in deep, deep water and he wasn’t planning on ever getting out.

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You seem to draw Donnie covered in Spray paint (pink and blue) a lot. Why is that? What got him hooked to it and why doesnt he have to mix the colors himself?

(BIG fan of the angsty separated au!!!!)

Draxum’s lab is pretty dull color wise, and Three wanted to differentiate his tech from Draxum’s. Huginn and Muninn are the ones who buy Three his spray paints! One of those small, nice things they try to do to make the kid a little bit happy. Purple is Three’s favorite color, but sometimes they’re limited in what they can bring him. (Also the pink and blue colors are a nod to Jinx—It’s kinda funny that her colors, pink and blue, when mixed, make purple)

It would be maximum shock if they all met right when Leo and Donnie rejoined the family, before they kinda started their healing process, cause they’re probably the most different at that point.

Rise!Donnie would be appalled at AU!Donnie, from silly things like the way he accumulates layers of grime without a care—to the rude way he treats April. AU!Leo and Rise!Leo would keep a wide birth from each other and probably stick to a buddy system with their respective brothers just in the hopes that they don’t ever get left alone with the other (their bros of course conspire to do exactly that, so they can get to know each other)

Rise!Raph would probably be really worried about AU!Raph just cause he thought his brother’s make him stressed and tired? But between dealing with Leo’s anger issues, and Donnie’s…everything, AU!Raph looks ready to drop any second. AU!Mikey would love Rise!Mikey, cause he’s adorable, but he’s a little sad when he looks at him, cause he acts just like he used to, before he was thrown into the arena, so he tries to tone down the bad and make it sound more exciting so that Rise!Mikey doesn’t know how horrible AU!Mikey had it.

The Kraang would def be the Rise Kraang version. The movie would take place a little while after the defeat the Shredder. I’m still working out the timeline cause when I was first deciding their ages, I forgot about the two years from the end of the series and the start of the movie 🙄. So I’m doing some reworking on that end. I think I’ll either change them to be a few years older at the start of the AU than I made them, OR the AU and the fight with Shredder will go for a longer stretch of time than it did in the series. That way there’s not a huge two year gap of unknown time between Shredder’s defeat to the start of the movie. EDIT Now that we know the series took place over two years and it was only a couple months between the finale and the movie. Their ages are gonna be the ones listed on their character charts!!

I’m still not even sure if I’ll manage to make it that far, but hopefully we will get there eventually! Cause I really wanna get to Casey. In fact, I’d probably make it less about Leo growing into a more serious role (cause obviously he’s already there), and more about him really accepting the love of his family. We might even see a future Leo come back with Casey?? It would be so hard not to go that route cause I love that idea so much 🤣

But I honestly don’t know yet what I’d really like to do. And I’d hate to give an answer that I’d have to redact later. I’ve got a lot of ideas, but I can’t even think about them, until I put out all the other stuff I’ve got planned. So let’s all cross our fingers and hope we get there some day lol!

2012!Leo would go MOM MODE™️ EXTREME, 2012!Raph and Don would take off like a rocket with the intention of hunting down and murdering Draxum, Shredder and Big Mama, and Mikey would probably be caught between holding back tears and doing his best to tell jokes and ease the tension, or following after his brothers in their murder spree.

Basically as much as the 2012 boys would be thrown off at first over how different the AU boys are from the other versions of themselves they’ve met, they’d go HARD as the protective older bros. But the only one who’d probably actually appreciate it would be AU!Raph cause he never gets to be the little brother lol.

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[todorokis-girl]

I Never Knew You Were Alive - Soulmate AU (V)

Chapter V: Last minute encounter

No actual dabi in this one

Chapter I: So it starts Chapter II: A late arrival Chapter III: belive of be doomed Chapter IV: What are we doing? Chapter V: Last minute encounter Chapter VI: Deciding to fall in love with you

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Note: I was gonna post this next week BUT I have some presentations and assignments to turn in, and I don't know if I could keep track of this. Plus I already started chapter VII (I have chapter VI done and ready to post later today, this was supposed to be chapter 1 but I wanted to add drama before this), so that will probably my focus next week.

The day had started like any other. The city bustled with life, the streets filled with people going about their routines. She had been on her way to meet Keigo, walking through a busy shopping district. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden hue over the city. As she passed by a familiar convenience store, she decided to stop in and grab a snack, hoping to alleviate the stress of the day with a small treat.

Inside the store, the hum of the refrigeration units and the soft chime of the entrance bell created a familiar ambiance. She wandered down the aisles, her mind drifting as she absentmindedly picked up a packet of chips. Her thoughts were a mix of mundane worries and lingering memories of a past. The Todoroki family, Touya’s memory, the constant ache of his loss—they were always there, just beneath the surface.

As she reached the checkout counter, a sudden chill ran down her spine. She felt a presence, something or someone that made her skin prickle with a strange sense of déjà vu. Turning slowly, she saw a figure standing at the end of the aisle, partially hidden in the shadows. His posture was familiar, but it wasn’t until he stepped into the light that recognition slammed into her like a physical blow.

The figure turned, revealing the face she had once known so well. His eyes, deep turquoise and filled with a mixture of surprise and anger, locked onto hers. This wasn't the first time they had seen each other. Just a couple of days ago, she had been pressed between him and a wall in an alley; but his eyes seemed wilder than usual, angrier, and she had been feeling tension, irritation, and anger all morning. She didn't understand what had happened, but she did know one thing right now…

Run.

She dropped her bags immediately and sprinted out of the convenience store, anxiously looking around for a place to run to without civilians. It seemed impossible—she was in the middle of a big city. Next idea.

Heroes. She needed to get as many people out of the vicinity as possible. She couldn't do that right now, and she could feel the temperature behind her rise. She had to find help, find heroes who could evacuate the area. The heat was intensifying, and panic clawed at her chest as she darted through the crowded street.

"You're a liar" His voice, raw with betrayal and rage, echoed in her ears. His deep turquoise eyes bore so deeply into hers that the pressure on her chest, in her heart, seemed to increase exponentially.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she rounded a corner, her mind racing. She needed to find a hero, anyone who could help mitigate the impending disaster. The familiar signs of the shopping district blurred as she focused on putting as much distance as possible between her and the man she had once known.

She knew there was no time to dwell on the past. She had to keep moving, keep running, and find a way to protect the people around her. She spotted one of the local heroes and stopped in from of him, hopping she was far enough for Tou... Dabi as she could. 

"Help, I need help clearing the area as much as posible" The hero looked her over with a corked brow "and I should listen to you why?"

"Damn it I dont have to for this" her breathing picked up and she started shaking "Thermifrost with Endeavors agency, League of villains member Dabi is chasing me, I can take him; but I can't deal with him and getting people out" her eyes settled on angry as she looked at the hero over "get the people out"

She started to feel the temperature rise behind her again, and her own feeling of fear and his feeling of anger increased with every second, making it cold would help her with him, and maybe saving one or two people, but she couldn’t stop him from doing any damage. 

“Yes ma’am!” She nooded and watched him run off screaing at people to move away, and left it up to him to get the help you needed 

She turned around and faced him for the first time since she started to run “I don’t know where this is coming from, or what I did to get you so angry” She was anxious, she wanted to avoid this, but as he walked up to her, slowly, with his arm slowly growin fire, she braced herself for a fight she didn’t want to have. 

"You chose them over me!" Deep turquoise eye bore so deeply into mine, the pressure on my chest, in my heart, seemed to increase.

"I didn't chose anyone over you Touya", anger, misplaced anger, seeped out of my word "I didn't even know you were alive!" A sob escaped me, which made the current situation so much more real. it had been years.. years of pain, thinking he was dead. How dare he? How dare he imply I chose anything in this situation, I chose the option that would have kept me closer to him. When he was dead.

"We have marks with each others names, we feel what the other feels", he took exasperated steps towards me getting closer and more menacing as he got closer, the feeling of safety slowly washing off me, would he hurt me? would he killme? "You're gonna look at me in the eye, and tell me, you didn't know I was alive?"

The question was one that burned inside me, ever since I found out he was alive, and it killed me knowing that he wasn't only alive, but with the villains, it drove me crazy and I could barely sleep. I wondered during the years why occasionally I would feel things that were simply not my own; but how was I to know? He was dead, it was a fact, he died in his fire!, so young, faking your own death that young wasn't realistic to think about. I didn't... other than sudden anger, sadness and occasional pleasure, the feelings didn't range far or even often.

"I didn't! I really didn't know, had I know ANY of this, I would hace been on your side no questions asked," I pulled my legs closer to me, the fight we had engaged in didn't fair well on my body. The burns from his fire were negligible, the burn from my own ice, though, if not treated soon could start causing decay "You think I wanted to sit by and let him do any of those things to Shouto? That it brought me pleasure in any way to say your mother hospitalized? Natsuo and Fujumi so neglected?" The tears finally started pouring out, this was emotionally too much, hopelessness and guilt was bubbling up and started to eat me inside "I don't care anymore, just, kill me if you have to"

The Todoroki's took me in, not because of me but because of him, for him. They swore he would have wanted me to be a part of their family, all the other soulmates of their kids were just as welcomed. Enji took it upon himself to look for all their kids soulmates, as soon as posible. We all knew how.... intense, Enji Tododroki could be, but we stayed for our soulmates. They weren't a perfect family, or even a good one; but I wanted Touya with me so badly, and his family was all that was left; his grave, his shrine, I needed him and I couldn't have him. Now what? It seems I never had anything of his at all.

"I'm not going to kill you" he said while slowly crouching down ro my eye level, the fire in his hand slowly being put out; the look in his eyes wasn't the thing giving his emotions away but the bond we had, I understood the resignation and the conflict happening in his heart "but, we are in a bit of a bad situation right now, doll" I swallowed thickly and rested the back of my head in what was left of the concrete wall behind me.

"I'm not leaving the kids to be killed" I said after a moment of silence, having had to steel my mind and build my resolve; making sure I understood what I was potentially giving up.

"I'm not going to leave the league" he replied after a deep breath, and I could hear the same resolve in his voice.

and, there in lies our problem.

I straightened up my head to look at him again, his hands reaching to the ice around me, I assumed to melt it "don't... it hurts"

He looked up at me and stopped, taking a quick Look over me. "You have to do something about the ice, or you'll be short an arm and maybe a leg"

The cold was starting to set, over my body, and as usual it started to build in my extremities, I could barely feel my nose and my fingers anymore.

I ignored him, the current situation not leaving my mind at all, my injuries could wait "What do we do?"

"What we've been doing," he hesitantly reached to touch my cheek, providing much-needed warmth, his thumb lightly brushing my nose. "I'm dead, sweetheart." He proceeded to hold my hands for a while, and I wished the warmth building up in my body could stay forever.

He immediately stepped away from me the moment we heard running, signaling that heroes were here. "Your help's here," he said something to himself, and slowly he was swallowed by some black goo. "Don't die on me, I gotta see you at the end of this, however that goes." Once he was gone, she felt the ice she had built break, and some heroes rushed in to help her.

"Are you alright?" Hawks was the first to reach her, the concern in his eyes overflowing. She nodded, though her mind was still reeling from the encounter. The warmth from his touch lingered, contrasting sharply with the chill that had settled in her bones.

"We need to get you to safety," another hero, Midnight asked, as she looked over the area, with a soothing voice, said as she helped her to her feet. "You're not injured, are you?"

"No, I'm fine, just need to get warm, or I’m gonna lose my fingers" she replied, her voice trembling. "He's gone now."

The heroes exchanged glances, a mix of relief and apprehension in their eyes. "Good," Midnight said, "but we need to take you to the hospital, any idea why this happened?"

She looked up at them deciding what to reply, she could tell them everything that had been going on, get herself on a watchlist OR she could lie to them, and live in constat panic hoping they won’t find out any time soon. She took a deep breath once she settled on her answer “No, I was at the convinience store, and he just attacked me” 

As they led her through the bustling streets, the golden hue of the setting sun seemed to mock her turmoil. She couldn't shake the feeling that this was far from over. His words echoed in her mind: "Don't die on me, I gotta see you at the end of this, however that goes." 

What did he mean? Was there still hope, or was it a final farewell? Her heart ached with the uncertainty, and the heroes' reassuring presence did little to quell the storm of emotions raging within her.

Hawks didn't leave her side, and insisted on sleeping in her room until her family arrives. She didn't feel good calling them her family anymore, knowing Touya was alive, she didn't feel like there was a place with them anymore. Before she could let the thoughts settle any further her hospital room door opened to reveal all the Todoroki siblings standing there.

"Are you alright?" She smiled at Shouto, and nodded showing him her fingers "I'm all warmed up, I'm only here for a couple hours to make sure nothing else is wrong" He narrowed his eyes at her and sat his hot side closest to her. As she smiled at him she greeted the others.

Hers or not, she loved them as if they were.

[glacial-snowflakes]

nothing goes unpunished

pairing: aged up!Neteyam x na'vi!reader, Tuktirey x reader

summary: when you're out in the forest, some guys pick on younger than them tuk; as you stand in her defence, everything seems to go by just fine, until...

word count: 2,6k

warnings: fighting scene, mentions of blood, one (1) dirty thought, mentions of bullying, happy fluffy ending

"Yawne!" 

Neteyam's ears fluttered when his mate's voice reached them. You waved your hand at him as you ran up to the training ground, where he taught little ones how to use a bow. A wide smile appeared on Nete's face as he watched your movements. The way your hips swayed, the clicking of beads in your long hair braided by him, and this sparkle in your golden eyes; oh, your golden eyes. All this made him grin like a skxawng, feeling the tingly warmth filling his stomach.

The quiet giggling of his aynumeyu (students), who clearly couldn't handle his loving stare, made you smile. "Ma Y/N," Neteyam softly said before he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead. "Is everything alright?"

"Ah, yes. Of course. I just wanted you to know that I am going to the forest to pick up some fruits for Tuk and her friends." 

"I am busy now, but... maybe Lo'ak should go with you?" He asked.

"Nete..." You shook your head slightly. "I am not asking for help. I am informing you so you wouldn't get worried. Besides, I won't go too deep in, okay?"

"But-"

"I am a big girl, remember?" You interrupted him, slipping your hand into his and intertwining your fingers.

"Oh yes, I know..." The look Neteyam gave you. Oh, Eywa, you knew it too well. Before he went too far with his imagination, you smacked his thigh with your tail.

You bathed in the glow and warmth of sunrays that peaked through the leaves and hit your face as you sat upon the tree branch. The basket was already full, bumping on your lap as your legs were swinging in the air. You couldn't stop yourself from sneaking some of the fruits picked for Tuk, their sweet juices dripping down your chin. You wiped it off with the back of your hand as the naughty thought of Neyetam licking it off you ran through your head. Y/N, get a grip.

"Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan, you better go back to training, okay?" You pointed your finger at kids who didn't let their eyes out of you. And, oh boy, you were sure they had a lot of fun. Because love is so amusing for them, right? "And I am going too." You gave his lips a peck before leaving the grounds with a weaved basket on your hip. 

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You didn't want this moment to end, but it's like what they say... Nothing lasts forever. 

The mix of young male laughter and children's whine echoing through the forest brought you down to earth in a blink of an eye. Your ears shot up as one of the voices seemed too familiar to you... Tuk!

You left the basket in the nook of the tree and swiftly slid on the lower branches to give yourself a better look. "Where are you?" You said under your breath, scanning the surroundings with your sharp eyes. The sound of your heartbeat was so loud, banging onto your ribcage over and over again.

"Wiya!" You cursed quietly, the fear of something terrible happening to Tuk messing with your head. She was still so young, not able to protect herself. If someone hurt her... No, Y/N, stop it. You have to think clearly. The last thing you needed now was a mind clouded with concerns and dark scenarios. If you had to attack, nothing could distract you.

You jumped to the closest tree when you heard another "Please, leave us!". The child's voice brought your attention down, followed by your eyes filled with anger. 

You skipped a few branches, catching onto the lowest one before landing between Tuk, her friends, and a group of boys around your age. You pulled out your knife attached to your hip, taking a defensive stance. With the other arm reaching out to cover the kids, you let out a loud, warning hiss yet already filled with so much rage that you could barely hold it inside.

"Bullying kids, are we?" You ground it out through clenched teeth, not lowering your eyes out of any of them, even for a second.

"Oh, come on, Y/N. You misread the situation. We were having fun, didn't we... Tuk Tuk?" Lat'eyk craned his neck to look behind your shoulder at Tuktirey, who tightly squeezed two of her friends. You didn't turn your eyes towards them, but you could swear for Eywa that she shook her head.

"Don't you dare talk to her and call her Tuk Tuk, you skxwang." You hissed again, annoyed by his offensive behavior.

"Put the knife down, sweetie, or you'll get yourself hurt." Rayaä stepped forward. He placed his finger on the blade, trying to pull it down, but you didn't draw back. Quite the opposite, actually. You pushed them away even more. Because what he did, made your blood boil in your veins even more. Showing that you were weaker than them, or should you say, trying to prove. But you knew your ways, you knew what you were capable of, and messing with your mate's sister was a huge mistake you couldn't let go of. After all, you were a tsamsiyu (warrior) just like them.

"Tuk, Nia, Oeyio. Go back to the village, now."

"But Y/N-"

"Tuktirey, I said go back." You ordered them a little too harshly, but you wanted to be sure they'd listen to you.

And so when they left, you could correct your stance, not being worried anymore about Tuk's and her friend's well-being.

"Now, ayskxawng." You said when you were sure that children were long gone. "Why don't you pick on someone your age, huh?" The challenging tone of your voice made them chuckle. You? Standing up to two of them? How pathetic...

"Do you really want it, princess?" Lat'eyk's smile was wide and filled with so much arrogance and a hint of creepiness it made you feel sick to the stomach.

Right, do I really have a chance against the two of them? You thought, trying to assess the situation. Both of them were a head taller, much stronger but you? You were so much faster and agile than these two pricks. Lat'eyk was the one you worried about more. Rayaä, however... Rayaä was skilled, yes, but he had his weaknesses you were aware of. His movements were heavier but slower, and because of the last accident on a hunt, he couldn't take too many punches on his left side. Eliminate the weaker first, so you can focus your power on the strongest. That's what Jake Sully used to say to you when you expressed your concerns to him about being not good enough. And that's what you planned to do.

You hissed, looking into 'Eyk's eyes as an answer to his question. "Well then... If you're asking so nicely..."

Everything happened really fast, as you expected it to go. Lat'eyk charged at you, ready to swing his fist in your face. Not pulling any punches, I see. A thought ran through your mind as you dived to avoid having your jaw fractured. You rolled forward, right under Rayaä's feet, and you cut open the wound that didn't fully heal yet. His scream echoed through the forest, scaring all the living creatures in the area. Weak. Eliminate. As planned, it didn't take too much effort to knock him to the ground, wailing in pain. So now the real fun began. And the real challenge...

Thinking you could easily take on Lat'eyk was, let's be honest, a dumb move. But it wasn't impossible either.

You turned around, jumping over Rayaä's body to prepare for any attack, but 'Eyk was just standing there, watching the two of you. It took you aback, confused by his approach, but then it hit you. He wanted to have you all for himself. He knew Rayaä wasn't much of an obstacle in this condition, so he let you two have a little fun before stepping in.

"You still can give up, princess." The last word coming from his mouth made you want to vomit.

"You picked on Tuktirey. Olo'eyktan's daughter, future olo'eyktan's sister, and my friend... Pray to Eywa. Your future looks bad."

Lat'eyk picked up the knife you dropped when his punch on your jaw made you stumble backward, eventually landing half unconscious on the ground. You blinked a few times, hoping it would make the blurry vision go away as soon as possible. Steading yourself on your arms, you tried to get up, but it almost seemed like the earth was slipping beneath your palms, making you fall on your back again. 

And then it started. Once again, Lat'eyk charged at you, but you didn't dodge this time. You faced him as the great warrior you were, giving in this fight all you learned. It looked promising at first. You didn't take any punches, redirecting his strength against him, but he was too strong for you and sly, playing dirty games.

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"Oh, poor Y/N. You really thought you could win this fight?" 'Eyk's laugh made your ears twitch. What an unpleasant sound it was. You hated him. You hated all of him to your guts. Every part of your body felt repugnance towards this skxawng, shaking from the awfulness his spirit was filled with.

A loud growl mixed with a yell of pain escaped your mouth when Lat'eyk stood on your tail. You used all your strength to kick him, but it was still not enough. You were still not enough. He pushed your leg away like it was nothing, and it collapsed on the ground like rotten fruit falling from the tree.

"How pathetic." He said, crouching over you. "Don't you look so good on the ground, wailing like a pathetic baby?"

"Get. Off. Me!" You screamed, having nothing else to do in this situation. Tears in your eyes formed when his feet pushed even harder on your tail, making your brain go dizzy from the unpleasant feeling. But the real pain came when he grabbed your braided queue and pulled it up, dragging you from the ground. You quickly reached out to the root of the whip, hoping it would ease the pain, but the scream you let out from the top of your lungs shredded the skies. Oh, you were sure that Eywa could hear you right now.

Fortunately, it didn't last long. Though it felt like an eternity, only a few seconds later, an arrow swished close to your ear and cut right into Lat'eyk's arm, making him let go of you. You quickly got from beneath him when he stumbled back, letting go of your tail from his clutch. With your eyes closed, you sat up under the closest tree, trying to ignore all the pain and dizziness in your head. You were safe, and you knew who came to your rescue.

When you tried to calm down, tiny hands found their way to your neck, pulling you into a warm embrace. Tuk. Ignoring everything that happened around you, you leaned against her body, finding the comfort you desperately needed.

"You! Motherfucker!" Neteyam's voice, soaked with pure rage, echoed through the forest. It could be felt in your bones, resonating through your body; felt in animals that ran away, shaken from the future olo'eyktan's anger. It traveled through the roots of trees, piercing the trunks and flowing out the crowns, ripping the skies apart.

"Picking on my sister," the loud cracking noise followed by the cry of pain made your ears flutter down, "and attacking my yawne!?" Another punch was thrown by Nete, causing his knuckles to bathe in blood. "You fucking-"

"Ma 'Teyam!" You raised your voice in hopes that it would catch his attention. "Enough... Please."

It wasn't actually you who wanted to stop him. The truth is you wouldn't do it. You would enjoy seeing Neteyam unloading his rage on Lat'eyk after everything he did to you. But it was Tuktirey who squeezed you harder with every whine she heard.

Nete took a swipe, stopping his punch mid-air when you called him once again. He breathed heavily, trying to control himself in front of his sister. Instead, he put his fist on 'Eyk's throat, slightly crushing it. "You... Thank Eywa that I didn't take your life. But knows... Knows it won't go unpunished."

You nuzzled up your face in the crook of 'Teyam's neck when he came and embraced you and Tuk with his warm, broad shoulders.

"What were you thinking?" Your mate's voice, seconds ago full of rage, now was breaking under the worry that it'd been filled with. You didn't take it as an attack. He was scared, genuinely scared. If he didn't make it in time...

"They... They bullied Tuk and her friends." You rasped, tired after everything you went through. "You would do the same."

"Yes, but I wouldn't-"

"Neteyam." Tuktirey interrupted him.

"What, lose?" You scoffed.

"That's not what I meant."

"It's okay. You wouldn't lose as I did." Before he could say anything, you put your fingers on his lips. "We know you wouldn't. I tried to teach them a lesson, knowing I couldn't win with Lat'eyk. But picking on kids so much younger than him was something I couldn't leave unpunished."

A quiet sigh escaped his mouth, warming up your fingers. He cupped your jaw gently in his hand, giving it a closer look. "If he didn't knock me out like that, I could've won. It was a close tie." You tried to light up his mood. And you succeeded. The spark of amusement twinkled in his eyes.

"I was so scared when Tuk Tuk told me." The worry in his voice was still audible. It woke up a sense of guilt in your chest.

"I know, ma 'Teyam. But I'm here... and I'm okay."

You pressed your forehead to Neteyam's one as a way to reassure him that you were there with him. And though you had a little gawk on your sides, it still felt intimate. Your breaths mingled together, finding the same rhythm as you stared into each other eyes. No words needed to be said. You knew what he had in his mind.

Tuk, being the good sister she was, although disgusted by your cheesy act of love, didn't say anything. She sat there, still embraced by the two of you when a brilliant idea came to her.

She sneaked out of your arms unnoticed, pulling herself up and skipping towards two bodies lying unconsciously on the ground.

"Tuktirey!" You snapped out of the trance, breaking the loving stare when you heard a loud thump. The view of little Tuk kicking Lat'eyk's back made you burst into laughter. "You don't twist the knife in the wound!"

"I don't know what that means!" She said happily, as she was pinching the back of Rayaä's arm.

"It means-"

"No, no. Let Tuk get revenge." Neteyam said as he pulled you into his arms, leaning on his chest.

"That is not how you raise kids, 'Teyam."

"And what is she going to do? Tickle them to death?"

"I mean, she just kicked him in his guts." You snorted.

"Oh, come on, it's not that- TUKTIREY!" Neteyam yelled when his sister picked up your knife from the ground.

"Told you."

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" She brought the blade to you. "You really thought I'd stab him?"

"I don't know-"

"Your brother wanted to say that it is time to finish the fun and go back to the village."

Neteyam helped you stand up, securing you with his strong arms wrapped around your waist. You gave him a nod, meaning that you were doing much better now.

"And what about my fruits?" Tuktirey asked, looking at you.

"What fruits- Oh..." You moved your eyes to Neteyam. "Love, would you mind going back on that tree for the basket? It was my favorite one."

"Ma Y/N..."

"Please?" You gave him the sweetest smile you could, knowing that eventually he'd break. A light peck on his lips was like a cherry on top. He wouldn't say no.

As Neteyam was climbing up the tree to go for the said basket, Tuktirey pointed her finger towards Lat'eyk and Rayaä. "And what about them?"

"Them?" You looked at the boys who regained their consciousness but still were too weak to get up after having their ass beat. "Eywa will handle these two."

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Jealously Inuyasha fanfics??

Hello there! We previously posted a list of stories centered around jealous Inuyasha, but we were able to find a few more below (featuring Inuyasha and/or Kagome as the jealous one). You might also want to check out our protective/possessive InuKag list, since there is some overlap of jealousy there too.

Happy reading!

GIF by @sleepy-edits

Jealous Hanyou by Ayster (M)

Inuyasha does not like what is his to be touched, not even a simple touch in a friendly manner. His too cute for her own good girlfriend- Kagome - works at a bar where she wears a bunny-nurse cosplay as her work uniform. When he finally gets fed up with all the horny idiots that hit on his female at work- he at last claims her as his.

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The Jealous Are Troublesome to Others, but a Torment to Themselves by KuroNoHime (E)

Kagome's new, hot math tutor blows Inuyasha off his hinges and the girl of the future has finally had her quota on Inuyasha's constant, irrational jealousy. She brews a plan to serve Inuyasha some humble pie and make him admit his feelings for her.

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Let me kiss your ramen-flavoured lips by @jeremymarsh & @turtleduckstudios (G)

Working as a freelancer has forced Inuyasha to leave Kagome far more than he would have liked and they’ve sort of gotten used to it. So when a well-paid job opportunity that could allow them to finally marry and secure the house of their dreams comes along he can’t refuse, even if it means they’ll be on different sides of the country for a long time.

Will jealousy and insecurities play their part too?

Or:

Inuyasha is a worrywart and that causes problems more often than not, but in the end, Kagome loves him too much to care.

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InuKag - Jealousy by pastedpages (E)

A week after Kagome returns to the feudal era for good, Kōga shows up to see her—and Inuyasha isn't happy about it. Luckily for him, he's the only one she wants.

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The Other Woman by legallyadragon (T)

Kagome never truly understood why Koga's baseless flirting bothered Inuyasha so much. After all, he knew she wasn't actually interested.

She understands a little bit better now, but Inuyasha shows her that she doesn't have anything to worry about.

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Tits for Tat by @kitramune (E)

During Inuyasha's human night, Kagome ends up feeling something she hasn't felt in a long time. Luckily they have new ways of... venting that feeling, so to speak.

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Maybe, Probably by @lavaffair (T)

They've been best friends since they were kids, and somewhere along the way, they fell in love. However, neither of them have confessed these feelings to one another. They vowed to always put each other first, and to stick by each other's side no matter what.

With finals week two weeks away, Inuyasha's classmate asks him for help to study for their big test. The same classmate who happens to have a massive crush on him.

For the first time, Kagome deals a hand with jealousy.

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No One Else by @goshinote (G)

After exterminating a yokai in a small village, Inuyasha finds himself as the focus of a local woman's attentions. Since when is Inuyasha a ladies' man? Well, maybe that's stretching it.

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Perfectly Flawed by dolphingirl0113 (T)

Inuyasha began to feel the cruel stab of jealousy. How was he supposed to compete with a copy of himself? A better copy? Someone without all of his flaws? “Kagome…please don’t leave me…”

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Jealous Much? by Gfam89 (M)

Kagome is tired of the Kikyo and Inuyasha situation, so she goes home to get a break. She knows she can't be away from Inuyasha for too long, but when she meets another boy at school, how will Inuyasha react to her newfound 'friendship'

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A Sealed Fate by @ajoy3fanfics (M)

Kikyou no longer wishes to drag InuYasha to hell, but rather pick up where they left off 50 years ago. Convinced that this is what will heal InuYashas heart, Kagome leaves the feudal era, sealing the well behind her. Or so InuYasha thinks...

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Give Me Love - an InuAU by EnelyaTheSmall (T)

Inuyasha is a Mixed Martial Artist with an anger problem and Kagome is the breath of fresh air that he has so desperately needed.

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Love and War by @starlingchildgazingatthestars (E)

Prompt: "We're not just friends, and you fucking know it."

Kagome is fed up with Inuyasha's obnoxious, jealous behavior, and they get into a huge fight. They may be childhood best friends, but this is getting ridiculous. They aren't even a couple! Or are they...?

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[kaledya]

Hello !

I will just throw a "THANK YOU OMGODS", in general for everything I saw and then thank you personnality in each msg🌸

Aaaaah there is so much things to say *crying and trying to figure it out*

• The organisation and plot

I'm happy you like the plotline of this first season !

New ideas by talking is the best, I'm glad it work for you !

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So, I think you are right for killing Valentino to save Angel, but let's not kill his soul. I'm saying this because if in season 2 of Hazbin Hotel actual show we have a backstory reveals about this villain, it will be nice to explore it in Arencha Amendable also.

So what if : Charlie kills Valentino with her poison tail, like you said but it just kill him over and over again and just block him for regenerate so he just disappear for a while. (If in the actual show Vivzie tell us things about him, he can come back, we figure it out is background in the ff and then we decide what to do with him. If there is no backstory about him, we let him dead and we don't care anymore.)

Tell me what you think of this alternative!🌸

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I agree with you for including relationships in the arcs itself, some cute interactions and not a separate story can be nice ! I think it something that could happen easily after the big episode 6 action and drama !

Thank you for the advice !

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For episode 6, all we be explain it time *disappeared in smoke* But I need to break Lolicia a little, but don't worry its my baby, if she suffers its for a logical reason! (The sentence that doesn't feel better at all ahah)

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I have an epic idea for their encounter (Constantine and Lolicia) ! Ah ! I'm so excited !

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Yes the Japanese festival is a big activity (will took 6 months in the story to prepare/ until the end of season 1) that Charlie propose and it was in the episode 4.4, she has a meeting to talk about it with Vaggie, Pentious, Alastor and Lolicia!

In act one : multiple little activities for the group to know eachothers better.

In act two : one big activity (artistic/organisation), where everyone create what they like link to festival stands + actually have important guests (Overlords) so that Charlie can show the progress in friendship of the team.

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Oh yes !! I forgot that we had to discard Lucifer if Constantine would be crowned so soon. I understand, "bye animatic short coronation ! I loved you!" Ahah

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• Lucifer discussion

The Constantine and Lucifer relationship being like Shifu and Tai is wild but I understand perfectly i think (love kung fu panda)

Constantine's parents pushed him to be this perfect heir destined to rules seven layers of Hell and protect his little sister. This destroyed his "humanity/softness" in him.

And at the end Lucifer kind of look at his son like "this is what I made of you..." and Constantine is just pissed because he just want his dad, the king, to be proud of him even if he is not a dreamer like him, even if he is harsher now. And Constantine would be repeating his words like "yes this is what you made of me !" *voice broke, tail lashes in anger*

But actually the family just want to be great again but like there is some problems to solve first (like problems that can be solve with therapy and others like Roo ahah).

And Lucifer just need some damn time, his life is like running a school full of psychopaths kids and nothings goes as he plans and Lilith is not there to keep him straight and his son is something so great he is surprise that his education worked perhaps too well and his daughter wants to redeemed the damn psychopaths kids.

Give him a break 🤣 poor guy, 10 000 of nonsense!

And yes I know what is Oroboros, the serpent that eat his own tail in a never ending circle, its used a lot in series !

And for Lucifer corruption design, I'm glad you like the idea by the ways ! I will try to draw it to give you a visual of what I have in mind. But I also like a lot your Lucifer with his golden scars (when he fall with Lilith) like burns. So I will try to mix it and show you.

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• Constantine new golden accent

Hell yes ! YEESSS ! I love the new white and black and gold outfit too ! I just imagine him with a crazy scientist blouse but like with gold ahaha. I adore the little braids with rings and the new eyes. And the hair ! Slay. My favorite part even if we can see it directly is the gold makeup under the eyes (as you saw i draw it in the fashion battle ahah)

So great!🌸🌸

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• Eve/Roo and Lilith

I think Lilith and Lucifer knows Roo, the embodiment of evil, the corruption, but I don't know if they know that Eve is the host of Roo at the moment (and its probably what surprise Lilith when she saw her little sister after 10 000 years and its the surprise that make her lost her battle and be emprisonned) i dont know if that make sense ?

Roo/Eve is definitely very strong, for sure ! In the ff, Abaddon is her guardian and needs to keep her in his womb/Hell but perhaps Roo find a way to go on Earth with already crazy human and corrupted them more like Alastor maybe ? But herself she can't get out of Hell, just part of her like a illness.

Poor Eve, she is so sweet (I love your design of her) and so damaged and in the ff very cursed. But she still try to fight, as we saw in the short story she can sometimes find consciousness again. So she is still redeemable under all the corruption of Roo who tries to keep her in control most of the time.

Arencha Amendable, Eve, indeed? Ahah (bad pun 1)

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I like that little angry dialogue between Eve and Lucifer ! And honestly, Eve is right Lucifer could understand her if only :

  - he saw Constantine and Charlie kill eachother   - be possessed by Roo 24/7

I don't know if she is suppose to love Michael or Adam by the way ? I'm little lost with the AU and swap AU !

But I think if Lucifer would be taken by Roo (just an hypothesis) it will be chaos because Roo would be king and she would transform this Hell into the Hell we used to see (with legions and warriors ect ect) the OPPOSITE of Charlie's plan ahah. A mess.

Yes for everything you said. I like it.

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Also the Giovanni, and Constantine looking for his mom (not us having the same idea !!! Love it) i will talk about it in a separate message. Because AH jdjdjd.

Also, I'm so happy you figure it out more about Constantine and Serenity relationship! And Serenity background, now I can write her with more details. I think i will feature it at the end of Overlords Meeting ARC, just before episode 6.

  - Alastor tries to know why Serenity defended him in the meeting against the Vees   - Serenity says "whatever ! i do what I want peace" and perhaps she says "I can't stay too long Radio Demon, some of us are busy" she smiles and *disappeared*.

That is a transition, to show Serenity going to see Constantine, make report of the situation at Overlords Meetings, [and also introcuticing the Giovanni/my OC (assistant) i create for the duo djdjd, in next chapter]

Anyway, and this is where we understand the dynamics between Constantine and Serenity that you explained. YES ! its all coming together. But I will still wait for you to agree or not the idea i got for Giovanni, (i have questions!!)

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I'm glad you liked Abaddon interactions with his brothers and sisters !

And don't worry, Abaddon and Lucifer will figure it out. I think because Lucifer has this idea of creating another part in Hell, he will ask the autorisation of Abaddon who will be like "no ? If there is seven layers is for a reason" and Lucifer be like "damn it ! But I want that circus with a pool a ducks... *sad face*". And perhaps by talking they will brush some important unspoken business about what they feels.

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And no, thank you ! I love talking about all that !🌸🌸 and you don't have to worry about asking questions, its just that I don't want to forget anything and I like things making sense ahah for you and for me !🌸

Don't worry, long message is a fact and not an option anymore and I like it ahah. But its me you should say sorry, I don't want to take all the place in your blog !

Have a nice day too (I'm coming back though)🤣

I'M SO GLAD THAT I COULD MAKE YOU HAPPY!!!AND I'M SO LOVED THAT YOU LIKED EVERYTHING!!🌸🌸

I seriously think you have a quality writing and the planning was very good, it's normal for me to like it.🛐

Yes! And talking about new ideas is always fun!!

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Yes, I wasn't planning on killing Valentino, it's exactly like he has Stage 4 cancer.He will suffer with poison, just like he made Angel suffer for years.He will wish to die But he won't die.

In that arc, at first I thought that Angel would stand against Valentino and then Husk would intervene in the incident. Charlie was getting there at the climax of the incident.I did want to do this because Angel wasn't a baby who needed to be saved, he was on his own for his own freedom. Only Charlie will be the one to break the chains so he can move and defend himself. And Charlie wanted Angel to choose the punishment of valentino too

So Valentino's punishment was Angle's decision.

I think I like the alternative an lot!! It'll be kind of like a decaying man, Valentino won't die , and if we need him we can use him again, if not, we can prepare the fire.

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I'M SO EXCITED TO SEE EPISODE 6!!

But yes, the relationships that develop between characters who participate in story arcs generally seem to be easier in terms of writing and feel more natural.

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God PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR SPOILERS JUST GIVE ME THE NAME WHO SHOULD I SACRIFICE FOR YOU!!!

All kidding aside, I'm seriously excited for ep6 (smoke won't work next time 🤺)

This words did not comfort me. I am also kinda a writer and there is nothing more fun than giving trauma on characters.But as a reader it's just painful to read this

I hope and pray that nothing bad happens to Lolicia.🙏

AND YES THIS WORD DIDN'T FEEL GOOD

"they will suffer, but they will suffer for good reasons, for character development, FOR STORY!!! we are against unreasonable suffering🦅" - Probably Marquisev

Anyway I just hope for the best for Lolicia *cries on the floor*

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EPIC ENCOUNTER??? PLEASE GIVE MORE INFORMATION

"MARQUISEV DROP THE CONSTANTINE'S AND LOLICA'S LORE AND MY LIFE IS YOURSSSSSS "- in a Viking sound.

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I seriously think the Japanese festival will be a very fun and relaxing arc.And I already love the details you wrote.Slice-of-life episodes are great in such fantasy/action TV series!

And I can't wait to read the dialogues at the festival!

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Kung fu panda is a really great series! (Movies 1&2 are still my favorite! Shen and Tai lung are seriously great villians)

Yes, I liken their relationship because the purpose of shi-fu was to make Tai lung strong was not bad he wanted to see his son become a dragon warrior, and this caused Tai lung to destroy himself for years just to make his father proud.

"ALL I DID I DID YOU TO MAKE YOU PROUD TELL ME HOW PROUD YOU'RE SHIFU TELLL MEEEEEEE"

Constantine was the firstborn male heir, the prince of Hell.One day he would be the one to rule the throne If Lilith and Lucifer had not raised him this way, this would have been the end of Constantine and Charlie.Because a weak king would be eaten by the hyenas in hell.

And Lucifer and Lilith were aware of Roo, so they wanted to prepare Constsntine for that too.

And the boy Constantine is determined to tear himself to pieces just to make his family proud and gain their appreciation.

Years passed and Constantine became what he is now because of The way is is raised (+Plus Constantine was already someone whose emotionality was slowly corrupting due to his intelligence (Lucifer and Lilith only dug the hole deeper)

Yes, he was the prince he was supposed to be, but the child inside him had been dead for a long time.And yes, now there was a perfect heir who could rule hell, there was someone who could protect Charlie, but as you said, the humanity in Constantine died. If there's still some humanity in his now, it's thanks to Charlie. Things would have been much worse without her.

Lilith and Lucifer did not follow this path with Charlie after seeing what Constantine had become.They couldn't do that anyway. Charlie's personality was never suitable for such a task. And in this way, in fact, one of the sibling symbolized the sun in Hell and the other symbolized the moon, while Charlie was hope, Constsntine was cruel thruth

If Charlie was a shield, Constsntine was a sword, a kind of balance for hell.

Lilith even made such a speech to Constantine when he was young.

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Yes, Lucifer thought his set-up was right, but he knows that his son's current state is his own fault.

And he really regretted it, there was even a scene where Lucifer was telling Constantine that he could relax and He was telling him not to put such a burden on himself, even the strongest people could fall, And something like that,

Hearing this, Constantine seriously couldn't control his anger for a moment.

I made such a doodle while watching Tai Lung and Shifu's battle.

And the dialogue you wrote is seriously true! Now Constantine doesn't care as much about his father's approval as he did when he was a child.She doesn't even talk to Lucifer unless she has to But he still loves his father deep down he still has good memories with him.But Con's personality isn't one that would care about something like going and mending family ties.

After visiting Charlie for the last time in the series, he was going to Lucifer and talking to him.

"You have two options, Father either you'll put aside your pride and go to your daughter and listen to her as her father, not as the king of hell, or you will not only lose your son, but also your beloved daughter. Make your choice Father. And chose it well Until then, I hope you have fun in your eternal loneliness."

And yes, not only is the dialogue you wrote great, but the tail detail is really great.As much as Constantine is a poker face, his tail sometimes reflects his emotions.

When he gets scared, he always wraps his tail around his legs.When it gets angry, it makes a rattlesnake noise with his tail or it lashes his tail very fast.

If he is very happy, he starts to shake it.

Yes, in essence, it is not something they cannot solve, they need to sit down, talk and agree.

There's nothing therapy can't solve. UWU But Roo might cause some trouble

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LMAO THE EXAMPLE YOU GIVE ABOUT LUCIFER'S LIFE IS VERY TRUE!!EXACTLY LIKE THIS I'm begging you, someone please give this man a holiday.

Dad?

Yes dear?

I want I want to redeemed those psychopath kids

Oh Father.... *Dies inside*

This man needs a holiday in Mardives and sun, beach, sea and greenery.Tired of chaos and blood

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I'm seriously looking forward to the corrupted Lucifer design!!I have full confidence that you will make a really interesting design.And I'm so glad you loved the burn scars on my Lucifer design!!

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I'M VERY HAPPY THAT YOU LIKE IT!

I'm so glad you like the gold theme!!

And I'm glad you like the new white themed outfit, it's probably something Constsntine will wear to very serious meeting.

LMAO it's seriously a fun sight to imagine.

I'm so glad you loved the rings in her hair and yes, the gold sequins/makeup under his eyes.💅💅

And yes, you drew the gold detail so good in the fashion battle comic! 🤌

And I have a question, do you think Con's hair looks better in a ponytail or braided/loose, I can't decide?

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I think it makes sense because if Roo/Eve hasn't come and talked to Lucifer before, I don't think they would know that Roo's host is Eve.

And yes, even though Lilith is an arch-rival in the war, Roods is very strong (assuming that she gets her power from the existing evil). Lilith's slightest hesitation will make her lose the war. And maybe before Lilith disappeared, she got suspicious about something and started doing research, and that's how she went after Roo. She stated that she was going to go on a mission for a while, but she didn't return.So, it is not clear whether he left of his own volition or something happened to him.(It is mentioned that she has some kind of duties to do, just like in canon)

But it's just an idea, tell me what you think!!

Yes, Roo is like a plague. As long as she stays in her laboratory, she does not cause much destruction, but when she goes out and starts infecting people, she becomes the real danger.

But luckily for now Abaddon can keep her in hell.

I'm so glad you liked Eve's design.And yes, especially during the time she spent in Eden, she was a very kind-hearted and sweet woman.

Yes, even though it is very deep, there is still an old eve there.Maybe there is still hope for him, who knows

And yes, Roo's chains are really strong right now They usually prevent Eve from going out.

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I'm glad you liked the dialogue.And that's exactly it, in short, for Lucifer is very difficult to understand her.

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Hmm, that's a bit complicated.

But the difference in Swap Au is that Michael and Eve have moved from friendship to love because of Lucifer not rebell so they have time for This event and

.After a lot of events that happened, things got very complicated (it would take a long time to explain this, so there is no need for details, after all, this is the story of Swap au.)

They were really close friends in the normal AU, but before they got to the love stage, Lucifer started the war and by God's order, Eve and Adam were banned from the Garden.After that, Michael and Eve never saw each other again.

There used to be a concept of the two of them realized that they loved each other after the war, even though they would never see each other again, but I thought it was unnecessary.I decided not to use this. (İdk)

She didn't love him when he was in the garden, but they learned to love each other in exile.After all, they were husband and wife and they needed to start a family.

I hope I helped!!

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This is a really interesting scenario.And in a scenario where Roo takes over Lucifer, it would be inevitable for her to take 100% control of Hell.Yes, Hell would be a place ready for a complete war.

And yes, such a scenario is probably something that could be Charlie's worst nightmare.

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Thank you!! This new idea really makes sense.Because if these characters had met on screen, it probably wouldn't have felt natural because building a friendship between the two would have happened faster that way.Also, sweet little short stories come to my mind.In these seven years, Constantine has become a little softer thanks to Serenity And he realizes he likes wolf cubs

Really can't wait to see it. I'm very curious about both ep 6 and the future. Your writing is really great.Every evening, around eight o'clock, I'm updateing AO3 whenever I can.

you're blessing me And I haven't been able to review it yet but the last overlord episode OMG It was like watching an episode of GOT God dialouges it was so tense and I love politics mystery intrigue EVERYTHING AMAZING YOU COOKED SO MUCH!!!

I'm blessing 🛐🛐🛐

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LMAO yes, there will probably be a scene like that, when Alastor asks for an answer from Serenity, and end up Serenity will only give him more question and leaveing from there.

"I wish you luck, Radio Demon, with your little cleanup mission and your dog branch with Vox. But for now, our meeting has to end early, you know, some are after The bigger Fish. or snake if I get specific.

And I really can't wait to see Giovanni and Hürren after Serenity reports. Seriously, Giovanni and Hürrem seem like they will be a very fun duo to read.

I'm so excited to see how you write Serenity and Constantine's interactions.I really loved how you wrote the tension between Serenity and Lolica and Alastor in the last overlord episode, masterpiece 🤌🤌

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It was really fun to read the dialogue you wrote between Abaddon and Lucifer lmao

Good hmph, then I'll make myself a circus full of plastic ducks - Lucifer.

Abaddon- ?????

But all jokes aside, it makes me very happy to hear that there is a possibility that things can get better between them.

By the way, what is Abaddon's rank among siblings in terms of age?

All places on my blog are at your service, madam🛐🛐

Please feel free to fill in those spaces with your writing, you blessing me🤌

And yes, paragraph-like texts are now our factory setting.I wonder how long our correspondence would have been if it were a fanfic.

And thank you so much again for answering the questions!!

I wish you a good day and take care!!🫂❤️❤️❤️

[anime-simp0125]

Gon Freecss and Killua Zoldyck with a bullied S/O

Hope this helps!

Gon Freecss-

Now Gon wouldn’t be very happy with this I mean he wouldn’t to be able to even understand why anyone would want to do this! Now Gon is very friendly as we know yet he can be very protective when needed. This is one of those moments when he’s protective. Now Gon would still try to be kind and handle this without violence but if needed he will use force and of course he will comfort you in the most sweet way.

-little story-

Gon Freecss sat alone in his room, staring out the window with a heavy heart. He had been feeling uneasy for the past few days, and he couldn't quite put his finger on why. He rubbed his temples, trying to push away the nagging feeling, but it only seemed to grow stronger. It wasn't until he received a call from his best friend, Killua, that the pieces started to fall into place. Killua told him about a recent incident at school – Gon's lover, [Name], had been bullied by a group of students and had kept it a secret from everyone, including Gon. Gon felt like his world had been turned upside down. He couldn't understand why [Name] would hide such a serious matter from him. He thought they were supposed to be able to talk to each other about anything, especially something as important as being bullied. Without a second thought, Gon grabbed his backpack and rushed out of the house, determined to find [Name]. He knew they would usually spend their afternoons studying at the library, so that was the first place he headed. Sure enough, he found [Name] sitting at a table, a pile of books scattered in front of them. But upon closer inspection, Gon could see the sadness in their eyes, the bruises on their arms, and the way they were trying to hide their face from him.'Hey,' Gon said softly as he took a seat next to [Name]. [Name] looked up at him, their eyes widening in surprise. 'G-Gon? What are you doing here?' 'I came to see you,' Gon replied, his voice taking on a more serious tone. 'Why didn't you tell me what happened?' [Name] looked away, their expression pained. 'I...I didn't want to bother you. It's not that big of a deal.' Gon shook his head, a mix of anger and concern bubbling up inside him. 'It is a big deal, [Name]. You were hurt and you didn't tell anyone. You didn't even tell me.'[Name] fell silent, their hands nervously fiddling with the hem of their shirt. 'I didn't want you to worry. I know how much you have going on in your life already.'Gon's heart swelled with love for [Name]. They were always so selfless, always putting others before themselves. But this time, Gon couldn't let them carry the burden alone.'You don't have to face this alone, [Name],' he said firmly. 'I may have a lot going on, but that doesn't mean I won't make time for you. I'll always make time for you.'[Name] looked up at him, tears brimming in their eyes. 'I'm sorry, Gon. I should have told you.'Gon reached out and took [Name]'s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. 'It's okay. We'll face this together. 'And that's exactly what they did. Gon made sure to talk to the school about the bullying and made sure [Name] felt safe and supported. He also made a point to spend more time with [Name], making sure they knew that they were loved and not alone. As they sat together at the library, studying and enjoying each other's company, Gon couldn't help but feel grateful for the strong connection they shared. They may have faced a bump in the road, but their love for each other was unshakable. And that was all that mattered to Gon.

Killua Zoldyck

HAHAHA someone dare bully’s his S/O YEAH NO- this man will not let that happen for long. The moment he finds out about this he’s gonna hunt the kid(s) DOWN. Like i can promise you they will not be alive much longer unless you convince him not to kill them.

-little story-

Killua Zoldyck was known for his sharp mind, quick reflexes, and deadly assassin skills. However, there was one thing that he cherished above all else - his lover. They had been through countless dangerous adventures together, facing off against powerful enemies and overcoming challenges as a team. But there was one thing that Killua never expected to encounter - his lover being bullied. As the news reached Killua's ears, he felt a sudden surge of anger and protectiveness overwhelm him. How could anyone dare to hurt his precious partner? Without a moment of hesitation, he rushed to their side, determined to put an end to the bullying once and for all. When he finally arrived, he found his lover sitting alone in a corner, their usual cheerful demeanor replaced with a look of sadness and dejection. Killua's heart clenched at the sight, knowing that his lover was going through something difficult and didn't tell him. 'Hey,' he said softly, kneeling down in front of them. 'What happened?' At first, his lover was hesitant to tell him, but Killua's gentle and reassuring presence convinced them to open up. They explained how a group of students had been picking on them for weeks, making hurtful comments and stealing their belongings. Despite trying to ignore it, it had taken a toll on their confidence and self-esteem. Killua felt a mixture of rage and guilt wash over him. Rage towards the bullies and guilt for not noticing his lover's struggles sooner. He wanted to hunt down those responsible and make them pay, but he knew that it wouldn't solve the problem. Instead, he took his lover's hand in his and made a promise. 'I won't let anyone hurt you like this again. From now on, we'll face this together. You don't have to go through it alone.' And true to his word, Killua stood by his lover's side every step of the way. He made sure to be extra vigilant and protect his lover from any further harm. He also taught them self-defense techniques, empowering them to stand up for themselves. But most importantly, Killua showed his lover unwavering love and support. He reminded them that they were strong and capable, and that the bullies were just insecure people looking for a target. Slowly but surely, his lover's confidence began to return. It wasn't an easy journey, and there were still moments when Killua's lover would feel down. But knowing that they had each other's backs, they were able to overcome any obstacle that came their way. In the end, Killua's fierce protectiveness and unwavering love had not only helped his lover stand up to the bullies but also strengthened their relationship. They had faced yet another challenge together and emerged even stronger as a couple. From that day on, Killua made a promise to always be there for his lover, no matter what.

[elfqueen006]

Running Red

A drabble for @themeatpit37's Slasher!Jack AU ft. my OC May-Rose and "Selene," my name for human Moonpie. Basically, it's a chase scene and I hope I captured the maliciousness of the villainous Jack in this.

Wanted to draw something but summer classes and shit cutting in on my fun. Figured I could scribble this up while it was in my head between free time.

Tw: injury, implied/referenced cannibalism and gore, blood and violence, implied death of character offscreen.

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He fought like an animal. His head dips low and to the right, surveying her from all angles before taking a running start to pounce at her. May barely makes it out the way when she jumps to the side and scrambles back up, ignoring the throbbing in her left arm. It was still scratched up from his "claws" -- some kind of filed metallic material stuck to otherwise friendly, fluffy fur gloves.

Selene was hiding like she told her. Where, she didn't know, but somehow, she felt that was the best case scenario. 'As long as Jack can't find her.' She thought.

Her thoughts were already mixed up out of focusing on survival and worry for her godchild. She didn't know how long this fight would last. She couldn't find a second of opportunity to look inside any of her ex's compartments for a gun. She recalled in college, Ian said something along the lines of hoping he'd never have to own a gun, and she mentally cursed him to his grave. If he owned a damn gun he wouldn't be dead now.

Then again, could a gun work on this... thing? Not even the chair could keep him down. What could a bullet do against supernatural evil?

Jack's big eyes looked back at her from behind his plastic lion mask. She thought they were a bright brown, but everytime his focus was her alone they were a blood red. He didn't have a problem getting on his feet, languidly rising from the floor to stalk towards her again.

"Oh, lioness," Jack purred, "You can't protect your cub forever."

Her voice impulsively lashed out, "What the hell do you want from her?"

He shrugged, "Lion's gotta eat. It's what we do . Especially when the prides getting a li-i-i-tle too big." he hopped forward a few steps in tune with his words. Mays lips rose in a snarl as she backed up. The masked man snickered, and her anger rose over fear at how easily he made their continued survival into a sick little game. Her protectiveness of Selene and hostility towards him didn't add caution but fueled his "lioness" image of her.

Something else then clicked for May -- Jack ...Joseph... whoever he was. Is not a man, nor some freak in a mask, but a caricature of his former self. Someone who's abandoned humanity and empathy for carnal desire. A mascot for terror and evil, one he assumed with glee.

May wasn't sure how she could win against something like this... but she had to try.

She turned and fucking ran. There was no direction she was going with other than away from the predator. The click of nails followed close behind. He was probably running after her on all fours - the freak.

Ian didn't have much in his living area, but whatever May could find, she threw. She threw a small alarm clock and missed. She threw a lamp that he took like a fucking pro. And in her growing frustration she took the wooden stand by the couch and swung it down with surprising force. He cried out as it hit him over his shoulder, making him stumble backward. May didn't wait for him to regain balance.

Reaching over for a glass trinket on Ian's TV shelf, she flung it toward him. It crashed into his chest and she grinned, truly vindicated when he made a pained "Augh! "

As she turned to run, Jack winced, running his hand over his broad chest. Some glass had been lodged in the skin. He clenched his teeth as he pulled it one out with his claws, then two, and three. There were some tinier shards that just couldn't be grasped, making his skin quiver in discomfort. Then his attention was drawn to the familiar and yet jarring red liquid blooming from the cuts on his skin. They came as little droplets before trickling down over the fabric of his shirt.

Experimentally, he swiped a thumb over the blood and tasted it fresh off the fabric... the same. And yet, different. How could he pin that? It was almost the same as touching yourself. You didn't know why it felt different with other people, it just did. And just like an orgasm, you know it's coming, but with others you don't know how. That was part of the fun for him. Finding out different ways to make them bleed. Every wound, every cut, every bruise would open and send him up a fountain of gushing red gold. His reward for playing a different strategy with each kill.

He knew he bled, but it was rare someone showed him how. It was exhilarating.

[rolorules]

How Rolo Rolls Special 6: I Saved You Because You're a Liar!

Warning: Monstrously long text and a stupid screenshot ahead under the cut.

August 17 is a good day to revisit Turn 19, particularly Rolo's dying scene and Lelouch's and Rolo's final dialogues (the first one being more of a monologue since Lelouch is always cut short by Rolo stopping the time). I already wrote about it in the respective regular instalments of How Rolo Rolls, which can be found here and here. However, I would like to go a little more into detail and add a few thoughts, particularly on the issue whether Rolo really believed that Lelouch was lying when he told him he hated him and had repeatedly tried to kill him.

So let's rewind to the scene where the two of them break up (in a manner of speaking). Rolo and Jeremiah had to seize Lelouch's Knightmare Frame because he had completely lost it (Lelouch, not the Knightmare). They are back at the Ikaruga, and Rolo has to half-carry Lelouch to his quarters. Lelouch is devastated, but Rolo does a REALLY poor job at reading the room. He takes his brother's presumed loss WAY too lightly, and when Jeremiah calls, he talks FAR too casually with him, dismissing Nunnally's supposed demise as "not a big deal". Ah well, only Rolos rush in where angels fear to tread. Or something like that.

This complete lack of empathy practically asks for an angry outburst on Lelouch's part, and all his pent-up anger and resentment about Rolo taking Nunnally's place (in different ways) comes to the fore. Lelouch spits it in Rolo's face, aiming at maximum emotional devastation (even stylistically: "I hate you, I loathe you, I despise you." climactic enumeration), and he is extremely successful. Rolo may have suspected something, but his shocked face reveals that he did not expect THAT. This row is really ugly, but, as I wrote before probably a necessary step in their relationship.

Right now, they are both hurting. Take a look at the scenes at 10:37 and 10:42, how lonely and forlorn they both look. Rolo looks at the Locket, and it is safe to assume that he is reassessing his and Lelouch's relationship, first and foremost asking himself whether he should leave Lelouch and go away. Approaching him and trying to reconcile would have been difficult, but the need to save Lelouch facilitates things in a way.

The episode is called "Betrayal", it's a story of estrangement on various levels, between Lelouch and the Black Knights (who betray him) and between Lelouch and Rolo (who remains loyal). When they confront him, Lelouch chooses not to explain himself but to be defiant. He does this to protect Kallen, but maybe also out of false pride. Why does he tell the Black Knights that he had only used them (like Rolo) and that they were only pawns in his game? Yes, he did not reveal his true identity to them and he clearly had his own agenda, but it was not just a game for him, and his goals more or less aligned with those of the Black Knights. So this seems like false bravado to me.

Anyway, Rolo comes to the rescue, and off they go. Lelouch tries to convince Rolo that saving him is a bad idea, but his appeal is permanently interrupted by Rolo's time-stopping Geass. In total, it goes like this:

"Stop it, Rolo. You've done enough. - Rolo, I have no reason to live anymore. - Using your Geass over such a large area! Rolo, it's way too much. Your heart can't take so much strain. - That's enough, Rolo, I don't want to live anymore. - Don't do... this, Rolo. Why are you still trying... to save me? You know that I... I was only usi... using you. Rolo!!! - No, stop using your Geass like that. Do you want to die?"

All in all, this is a somewhat disturbing mix of Lelouch having lost his will to live and being worried about Rolo. (The last question is probably meant to be rhetorical, but is it really? Did Rolo intend this to be a suicide mission?)

In his reply (which Lelouch can't hear), Rolo tentatively acknowledges that Lelouch has been using him, but his rationale is that despite this fact, "only the time I spent with you was real." We all know that this is not the case, much if not most of it was fake, and Rolo knows that, too. What he means is that, for the first time, he felt alive, and these experiences helped him find his own humanity. This is probably why the English dub goes for "only the time I spent with you seemed real."

(As a quick aside, the scenes that appear before Rolo's inner eye when he talks about "those memories that finally made me human" are: the two brothers riding Rivalz' bike, peeling potatoes - with Lelouch touching Rolo's hand, Rolo keeping watch by Lelouch's bedside, and finally the closet scene during the Cupid Day hunt for Lelouch, the one thing I am a hundred per cent sure Lelouch was really grateful to Rolo for doing. So Rolo enjoyed that. Figures.)

When they have finally landed, Lelouch seems to have stopped wallowing in self-pity and asks Rolo in a really gentle voice: "Rolo, why did you save me? After all I've done to you." Rolo's reply is also well known: "Because you're a liar, Big Brother." Lelouch's reaction is a kind of gasp, he really has not seen that coming. In the Japanese dub, it sounds even more like an "Eh, eh?" in the sense of "I can't believe my ears." After all, the Black Knights just tried to execute him for being exactly that.

But Rolo continues to explain that he means that Lelouch was lying when he said that he hated him and tried to kill him - but still seeks confirmation from Lelouch - and Lelouch does confirm it. Whether he really means that or just tries to comfort Rolo has been a controversial issue ever since that episode aired (and I already threw in my tuppence on it), but there is one more detail that I previously overlooked: Rolo tells Lelouch that he knows everything about him (in the English version, Spike Spencer has to say a little more to be in sync with Rolo's lip movements and fills in "I know who you really are inside your heart", once again hitting the nail on the head. Kudos to the people who made the English dub).

Anyway, to this, Lelouch replies: That's right. (Eng. dub.) Yeah. You did. (Eng. sub) そうだよ。/Sou da yo. (Jap.) In other words, he agrees with him, probably not in the sense that Rolo can never be fooled by him, in fact, Lelouch has deceived Rolo many times, but in the sense that Rolo knows what the real Lelouch is like (like the English dub implied). The interesting thing here is that Rolo is already dead, and Lelouch has no more reason or motivation to lie. In other words: he might actually be truthful about it.

But what about Rolo? Did he really believe that Lelouch was lying? On one level, I think that Rolo believed that Lelouch meant what he said. His words may have been an exaggeration because he was agonising, but they were certainly fundamentally true, as for once, there was no reason for Lelouch to mince words or dissimulate. Rolo was able to accept the idea that Lelouch had been using him, so he was probably also able to accept his resentment (he'd had his doubts all along, after all, and maybe also a guilty conscience because of Shirley). Maybe he found it a bit harder to believe that Lelouch had tried to kill him repeatedly, as he had claimed, but that's not true anyway, at least to my knowledge. Lelouch made preparations once to blow up Rolo in the Vincent, but he did not carry out his plan. And that was that. (I'm taking this too lightly, too. Killing is just too common in this world.)

However, Rolo probably also assumed, even knew, that this was not the whole truth and that deep down, Lelouch liked and cared about him. And to all we know, he was not wrong. Should he have been more nuanced and talked things over with Lelouch? Not in this situation. He was running out of time, and his priority was to reconcile with his big brother before the end. He was able to do that, so this is fine.

I've had this lying around for ages. Finally the time has come to use it. It looks tragic and funny at the same time.

[tytarax]

Okay! Feel free to answer this request when you feel comfortable! No pressure :3

Platonic yan Goomasu who has deluded himself into thinking reader is his baby sibling :) and is trying to hunt them down after killing off the remaining survivors in the area and is shouting out for them to come out of hiding while reader attempts to escape the ruined city in the hopes of hiding away somewhere else, but then Zamasu catches them anyways and drags them back to his cabin :333

The once-thriving city lay in ruins, its streets littered with debris and the remnants of what once was. Amidst the destruction, a single figure moved stealthily, trying to remain hidden. Y/N was desperately trying to escape the wrath of the weird dude who had decimated the remaining survivors. Zamasu, a twisted fusion of Goku Black and Zamasu (:P), had convinced himself that you were his lost younger sibling and was determined to find and protect you, no matter the cost.

"Come out, little one!" Zamasu's voice echoed through the shattered buildings. "It's not safe out here. Big brother is here to take care of you!"

You held your breath, heart pounding in your chest as you crouched behind a collapsed wall. The irrational fear of being found battled with the hope of finding a way to escape the city and hide somewhere safe. Every step you took had to be calculated, every noise avoided, as you tried to stay one step ahead of the deranged deity.

"Don't be scared," he continued, his voice carrying a disturbing blend of gentleness and authority. "I won't let anything happen to you. Those mortals were a threat, but I've taken care of them. You're safe with me."

You knew better. Safety was a distant memory, replaced by the constant terror of being caught by the god who saw you not as a person but as a possession. His delusions had grown stronger with every passing day, his obsession with you deepening as he eliminated anyone he deemed a threat to his "sibling."

As you carefully navigated through the rubble, your mind raced with possible escape routes. Maybe if you could reach the outskirts of the city, you could find shelter, somewhere Zamasu wouldn't think to look. But the sound of footsteps drew closer, each step a reminder of the relentless pursuit.

"There you are!" Zamasu's voice rang out, filled with twisted joy. He had spotted you. Panic surged through your veins as you bolted, running as fast as your legs could carry you. The uneven terrain made it difficult, but adrenaline pushed you forward.

"Don't run from me!" Zamasu's voice was laced with a mix of anger and desperation. "It's dangerous out here! You need me!"

Despite your efforts, his divine speed quickly closed the gap between you. Before you could react, his hand grasped your arm in a vice-like grip, yanking you back with a force that sent you stumbling to the ground.

"No!" you cried, struggling against his hold. "Let me go!"

"Shh, shh," Zamasu cooed, his eyes wide with a mix of frustration and twisted affection. "You're safe now. I won't let anything happen to you. You just need to understand that I'm doing this for your own good."

Tears welled in your eyes as you fought against him, but his strength was overwhelming. He lifted you effortlessly, cradling you in his arms as if you were a fragile child. The contrast between his gentle hold and the devastation around you was horrifying.

"Don't worry," Zamasu murmured, his voice soothing in a way that sent chills down your spine. "I have a place for us, away from all this chaos. We'll be together, just like we should be."

As he carried you through the ruins, your mind raced with thoughts of escape, but every movement only seemed to tighten his grip. Eventually, you arrived at a small, secluded cabin, hidden away from the destruction. Zamasu pushed the door open and brought you inside, setting you down gently.

"See? Isn't this nice?" he asked, his smile unnerving. "We'll be safe here, away from all the danger. I'll take care of you, just like a big brother should."

Despair washed over you as you realized the extent of his delusion. To Zamasu, this twisted version of care and protection was genuine, his mind warped by his own godly arrogance and insanity. And as you looked into his eyes, you knew that escaping his clutches would be nearly impossible.

For now, you could only bide your time, hoping that some semblance of sanity would return to the god who had lost himself in his delusions. Until then, you were trapped in a nightmare, a prisoner of a divine protector who saw you as his precious, fragile sibling.

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