#but hearing someone passionately tell you about how much they care about a piece of media really makes it feel special

[multishipper-baby]

Infodumping really is a love language in it's own right.

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

Kiss me before you leave.

John Egan X Female! Reader

Summary: Y/n and Bucky's relationship during the years of the war.

Warning: crying/ mention of POW camp/ use of Y/n/

Word count: 2k

1940, Manitowoc, Wisconsin

He was leaving, he was actually going on the boat and leaving to fight the war. She couldn’t believe it, and he just gave her a letter. She read it again, in case she missed something.

My dear Y/n,

I’m leaving for England today at 9:30 at the docks, I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you in person, but I’m so scared of hurting you. I want to fight for my country. When I come back, we’ll get married because you’re the love of my life. If you still want me, of course, I’ll send you a letter when I’m assigned to a base, so you can write to me. I’ll think about you every second, I’ll think about you in ways that can’t be written. I love you so much, my darling.

Forever yours, Bucky.

She looked at the time, it was 9:05, she could make it in time. Without even thinking, she took her brother’s bike and rode it down the street, she was pedaling so fast, but she didn’t care if she crashed, she wanted to see him one last time before his departure. She didn’t want to cry, but if she missed him, she was going to. She felt a lot of emotions, sadness, anger and love. She was sad that he was leaving, angry at the way he left and in love because he promised to marry her when he got back. Her hair flew in the wind, her skirt too, she couldn’t care less, she wanted to see him.

He felt bad for the way he left her, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell her in person. He was looking at the window when he saw someone riding a bike, really fast. Then he recognized his girlfriend. He let out a small laugh before sticking his head out the window. ‘’Y/n!’’ he yelled her name, she searched for a second the person that called her name, then she saw him. She ran in front of the window, but he was too high for her to reach him. ‘’Seriously Bucky! That’s how I learn you’re leaving? You could’ve at least kissed me before you left!’’ she screamed, in anger, but she was painting from the bike ride she just had. ‘’Sorry honey, I can’t hear you!’’ he was smirking, he heard her, he just didn’t want to argue with her.

Soldiers that were still boarding saw the scene. ‘’S’cuse me miss, if you want, we can help ya get up’’ one of them said to Y/n. ‘’Please’’ she begged. Next thing she knew, she was being lifted by a group of soldiers, she didn’t care if they looked under her skirt, she could reach her boyfriend. When she was equal to him, she pulled him by the tie, an inch to her lips. ‘’You’re really lucky that I’m in love with you John Egan’’ she smiled before kissing him. He instantly kissed her back, adding more passion to it. Soldiers beneath them were cheering for the couple. They pulled back to catch their breath. ‘’I love you too, doll’’ he smirked. They kissed for what felt like an eternity, but they were stopped by the boat horn.

‘’Be safe, I want my future husband in one piece!’’ she said as the soldiers brought her back to the ground. ‘’I promise, I love you so much!’’ he blew a kiss to her. She looked at the group of soldiers that helped her. ‘’Thank you so much, be careful’’ she thanked them. She smiled at Bucky as she watched the boat leave the dock. He was waving to her, she was crying from sadness, but smiling and laughing at the same time. Other wives and girlfriend were on the dock, crying too. ‘’Write to me!’’ she yelled. She only saw him make a thumbs up. She stayed on the dock until the boat was out of sight, she kept crying until tears didn’t fall down. She couldn’t wait to write to him.

1942, Thorpe Abbotts, England

Bucky smiled as he saw the envelope with his name on it, it was from his girl. He sat down on his bed before opening it. Inside there was a letter, a picture and one of her hair ribbons. He opened the letter, smelled it before reading it.

My dear John,

I miss you every second. Yesterday, one of the kids at school asked me if I was in love. I said yes and got to talk about you with little Timmy Harrison. I even showed a picture of you in class, Ruby said you were really handsome. I found out someone took a picture of us at the dock, I put it in the envelope, so you’d have it. I found it really funny and quite beautiful. In your last letter, you said that you were homesick, I hope it goes away. I hope you're giving the Germans what they deserve. After Pearl Harbor, a lot of men left, we woman, are lonely too. I also give you one of my ribbons, I thought you might like it. Oh, and I have gossip. Do you remember Olivia Dunham? Well, I found out that she cheated on her husband and got pregnant with none other than William Rogers, her music teacher. It was quite the gossip this week. You’ll be pleased to hear that the Yankees won their match and are going to the world series, but I think you found a way to listen to the game with a radio. I miss you, John, I pray that you come home safe, I can’t wait to be Y/n Egan. I love you so much. It hurts when you’re not around. But I know you’re away for a good reason. You’re my hero and the kid’s hero. They call you super John.

PS: Say hi to Buck, Croz, and Curt for me. And tell Curt to stop spooning with you, or I’ll come on the base to tell him.

Forever yours, Y/n

He laughed and smelled her ribbon; it smelled like her. He looked at the picture, he missed her so much, but he was happy that she was okay. Her job as a teacher was keeping her busy, so she had less time to worry about him. He put the picture on his wall, and he tied the ribbon around his right wrist. Bucky sniffed the letter one last time before putting it with the others. He couldn’t wait to get home, he wanted to be with her so much, so he picked up his pen and started to write.

1942, Manitowoc, Wisconsin

Y/n and Marge sat at the table with their letters in hand. Buck actually sent a letter to Y/n in 1941, asking her to look out for Marge, they became friends ever since. ‘’Ready?’’ Marge asked, holding her letter. Y/n nodded and opened the envelope, inside, it had the letter, a picture of a dog and a dollar bit that had two corners bitten off.

My darling Y/n,

Of course, I remember Olivia! I can’t believe she cheated on her husband. I’m glad that the kids like me and think I’m a hero because I don’t really feel like it. It’s hard here. Missions are more regular and harder. The dog on the picture is Meatball, one of the guys brought him on the base, and I know how much you like dogs, so I thought you might like him. He even flies with us sometimes, but he’s howling all the time. Tell Ruby that I’m already in love with someone, or don’t I don’t want to break her heart. Thank you for the ribbon, I wear it around my wrist. It’s my lucky charm. That’s why I send you my lucky deuce, I have a new charm, I don’t need my old one. The guys love the picture of us. They’re jealous of us. I can’t wait for you to be my wife. Thank you for the Yankees news. Can you keep me updated on their journey to victory? I love you most, my darling.

PS: The guys say hi. Curt says he can’t stop spooning with me, even if it’s the fifth time you asked him, it’s cold in England.

Yours truly, John.

Y/n was giggling at the letter, God she was in love with him. When Marge finished her letter, she was smiling too. She even had happy tears streaming down her face. ‘’What’s wrong?’’ Y/n asked. She showed the ring that Buck sends her. ‘’He popped the question’’ she giggled. ‘’Oh my God! I’m so happy for you! Congratulations!’’ she hugged Marge, laughing in happiness. ‘’Will you be my maid of honor?’’ she asked her. ‘’I will be honored to be your maid of honor’’ she smiled. They both squealed in happiness. ‘’I’m getting married!’’ she giggled.

1944, Stalag Luft III

He couldn’t wait for her letter, ever since he got captured, he missed her letters, he hoped she could get his. Because if not, she was going to think he was dead, he didn’t want that, but when his name got called by the mailmen, he was relived, he practically ripped the letter from how hard he grabbed it. There was just the letter inside.

Dear John,

I hope you’re well; I received your letters saying that you got captured. I hope these Krauts are treating you well, otherwise I’ll riot. The kids can’t stop asking about you, so I decided that everyday, 15 minutes before the end of class, I’m talking about you to them. I think Ruby is head over heels in love with you. I’m so happy you’re Buck’s best man, that means we’re going up the aisle together. Marge and I are doing well, we just can’t wait for you guys to return. To know you’re both alive and well is reassuring, we were worried. I love you so much, words on the street are that the war will be over soon. Be careful, say hi to Buck for me.

PS: I forgot to tell you in my last letter that the Yankees won the world series!

Forever yours, Y/n.

He was smiling like the idiot of the village. He couldn’t wait to be back home. He was happy she received his letters; he didn’t think she would. He hoped the war would be over soon, from the camp, he didn’t hear any news, the only one he had was from Buck’s handmade radio.

1945, Manitowoc, Wisconsin

A knock on the door made her jump, she wasn’t expecting anyone, and the mailmen already delivered the letters. When she opened, she couldn’t believe her eyes.

‘’Hello darling’’ he was standing in front of her, he was back. He survived. She dropped her book on the ground and hugged him tightly. ‘’You’re back! Please never leave again” she cried in joy. His embrace made her believe he was real; he was in front of her and real. ‘’I love you so much’’ he said, looking at her. God, he missed her so much. ‘’Come in, do you want anything to drink?’’ she babbled. He shook his head before kissing her, he wanted to do that since he left. ‘’I’m so happy you’re here, I still can’t believe it!’’ she mumbled. He smiled as he kissed her again.

‘’I’m back for good this time, darling, I never should’ve left the way I did, I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw you riding your bike. I thought about you every second of everyday. Now that I’m back, you’re stuck with me. I love you too much to be apart from you again.’’ He got down on one knee. ‘’Darling, will you marry me?’’ he asked, smiling so hard it made his face hurt. ‘’Yes, thousand time yes!’’ she exclaimed as they shared another passionate kiss.

They were apart for long, but Bucky kept his promise, he was never going to leave her again. Till death do us part, they took their vow seriously…

[pearlcigs]

⋆ light me up

fem!reader x ellie williams

summary ⋆ ellie decides she wants to be festive this holiday. and what better way to do that than some christmas sex?

warnings ⋆ 1.43k ⋆ smut, nipple play, pet names (mama, baby, pouty princess, good girl), fingering, strap (r receiving), missionary, bondage, bondage with an item that should not be used for bondage, doggy/face down-ass up, minor praise

the brittle winter cold was somehow making its way through the cracks of the window. small goosebumps dotting your bare skin. the blankets around the bed were scrunched up in the corner, shoved aside when ellie decided that making out on the small, cramped couch wasn't really doing it for her. black and purple love marks starting to form on your soft skin from ellie's passionate kisses. her hands slid all over your body, carefully removing each piece of clothing from your sublime body. her lips left no part of you untouched, unkissed. savoring each and every kiss on your skin like her very own christmas present that you got just for her.

her fingertips dug into the fat of your hips, gripping onto you like her life depended on it. clutching you impossibly closer to her tacky body, sweat starting to bedew her body despite how cold the air of the night was. your head was thrown back against a pillow that probably hadn't been washed since last christmas, but that was a problem for you to worry about later. as ellie decorated your body with amiable kisses, she detached her hand from your hip for a moment to pinch your perky nipple in between her index and thumb. a smirk on her face as your back arches from her touch. 

"yeah? you like that, mama?" ellie's voice sounds like a mixture of pride and some kind a praise. almost as if she was telling you how good you were doing by simply just enjoying the pleasure she was so graciously giving you. "mhm. more, ellie, please." you beg, addicted to her touch and craving more. the space between your legs feeling neglected by the beautiful auburn girl that seemed so close but so far away from giving you the pure bliss that you craved. "oh yeah? you want more, baby?" she smirks with a teasing tone but she decides to be nice. after all, it is christmas.

the hand that rested on your hip was now moved to your sopping entrance. her thumb firmly presses against your clit, making you jolt from the sudden pleasure of ellie's enticing fingers. "like this?" she smiles dumbly at you, knowing more than enough that this was exactly what you wanted, exactly what you were longing for. "oh, god, ellie. yes, please more." your words were starting to slur, your eyes starting to close and your hips starting to grind down on her hind, seeking out the addictive feeling. she chuckled softly, admiring the way you seemed so desperate for her to do to you as she pleased.

she decided not to tease too much, feeling festive and giving you a well-deserved break for the holidays. she wets her middle finger and ring finger with her saliva, bringing them down to your already drenched hole, fingers sliding into you with ease. you moan, though you'd just felt the way ellie's fingers filled you so prefect the night before, it felt like a lifetime since the to-die-for feeling. without a doubt, your back arched off the bed, the cotton sheets sticking to your clammy skin. the sight of you doing wonders for ellie, making her more aroused by the second. 

her fingers thrust into your cunt sloppily, creating slick noises that sounded downright pornographic. and if you weren't so busy moaning and rolling your eyes back, maybe you would have cared. but the thought of someone hearing you didn't cross either of your minds, too immersed in each other to even care. "y'like fucking yourself on my fingers?" ellie teased, watching you squirm your hips to try and get as much of her fingers inside of you as you could. "fuck—" she mutters on her breath, admiring how pretty your body looks underneath the shoddy christmas lights hung on her headboard. per request of you, of course.

her thumb rubbed your clit slowly, chuckling as you whine. grabbing her wrist to try and make her go faster. "impatient much?" ellie taunted, but of course, giving into your every need and rubbing the sensitive bud to your liking. as much as ellie was teasing you about being impatient, she was becoming rather eager herself. she could never get enough of you. everything about you made her pussy throb. the way you writhed against the bedsheets, the way you moaned, the way your body looked. she wouldn't last much longer without feeling your pussy clench around her strap, she knew that for sure. 

much to your dismay, she takes her fingers away, licking off any residue you left. as if on cue, you whine, now deprived of the pleasure and now replaced with the feeling of emptiness. "ellie." you whine with a frown, unsure of why she would be so mean to you. especially on christmas! "hold your horses, babe." she chuckles, leaning over to grab the strap that was hidden in the depths of the drawer in her nightstand. you were so needy, too needy to even keep your hands off her for more than a second. your lips find her neck, nipping at the flesh as she fumbled around in the drawer.

"y'that horny, huh?" she jokes, but the way she swallows nervously tells you she wants you just as badly. the time between when she leans back and you lose contact with her skin and she's suddenly rubbing your clit with the tip of her strap seems like a blur. a low moan leaves ellie's lips as she collects your slick. her boxers were now off and your hands clawed at the ragged sports bra she was wearing, silently begging for her to take it off. "hey, hey, keep your hands to yourself." she jokes, taking both of your wrists in her hand and pinning them above your head. 

you whine at her seemingly cruel demand, wanting nothing more than to feel her soft boobs between your fingers or rub her achy clit. "that's not fair." you frown, but try your best to listen to her regardless. "sh, sh, sh, pouty princess. let me make it up to you." she offers a cheeky smile before guiding the plastic cock into your needy hole. you both let out a string of moans, basking in the feeling of being so intimate with each other. she starts thrusting slowly, letting you get used to the stretch even though you've done this hundreds of times before. she leans down, kissing your jaw and neck, like it was her prize.

her thrusts got harder and faster, unable to contain herself from ravaging you fully. your mind slipped off the request she made only a few minutes earlier, your hands finding her hair, fingers tangling through the half up half down hairdo she frequented. you pulled the strands, biting your lip to try not to scream and pleasure from how deep she was fucking you. "thought i told you to keep your hands to yourself, hm?" she mutters, giving you one chance to listen to her before she made you 'pay' for it. though, you were so busy relishing in how deep ellie's strap was that you didn't care to pay attention.

she tsked at your disobedience, looking around for an object that she couldn't seem to find. "fuck it." she mumbled under her breath to herself, pulling out of you and grabbing the christmas lights that were around her headboard, pulling them and bunching them up in her hands. "c'mon, mama, you know what to do. ass up f'r me." you obliged through your haziness, adjusting your position, excited yet terrified for what ellie was planning on doing. you rested your face on the pillow the back of your head was once resting on and suddenly you could feel your arms be yanked behind you and the warm string of lights could be felt around your wrists.  

"gotta learn to listen." she mutters, now laughing quietly to herself at the position she's put you in. but her amusement doesn't last long, quickly returning to her rightful spot in your pussy. "look at you, bein' all festive." she smirks as she fucks into you like there's no tomorrow. she leans down and gives you a quick kiss on the back of your head for being such a good sport. "good girl. takin' my cock s'well and puttin' up with my stupid shit." she continues, talking over the sound of your moans. you try to say something back, something snarky ellie presumes, but the only thing that leaves your mouth are incoherent babbles. "mhm, totally agree. just shut up an' let me fuck you."

im a little late but it's the thought that counts, merry christmas !!

[amongemeraldclouds]

spoiler alert

Life can be complicated when you possess a rare kind of magic: the ability to see your future with someone upon meeting them. A chance encounter with Mattheo Riddle reveals more than you bargained for.

(Choose your own ending)

Mattheo Riddle x f!Reader

Warning: Mostly angst, some fluff, no use of y/n

✿ Masterlist | 1k words

You cradled the warm cup of tea in your hands as you made your way up the Astronomy Tower, careful not to spill any drop. It was a clear evening, the cool breeze floated lazily through the sky and the stars twinkled brightly. It was the perfect spot to unwind from the pressures of the day.

As you neared the arched balcony, a small orange glow caught your attention. Someone else was here, smoking. He turned upon hearing your footsteps approach.

“Hey stranger,” he called out. You took in his features, curly hair and bright eyes with a lopsided smirk, he was adorable.

“I’m Mattheo, care to smoke with me?” He asked, offering a fresh one from his pack of cigarettes.

You felt it then, magic coursing through your veins from the encounter. Time slowed down as it always did, vague images flashed in your mind and the all knowing voice of your future self spoke to you:

I tried to find all the words to tell you about this boy and how much you’ll love him. Oh the adventures you’ll have together and all the ways it will break your heart. One day you’re sixteen and you’re falling in love for the first time. Everything feels new and exciting. The warm buzzing in your veins when Mattheo bumps into your shoulder and runs his hand through your hair to brush off a leaf that fell. As if, as if. You’ll know it’s just an excuse but you won’t mind it at all. You’ll spend countless evenings in the Astronomy Tower, you with your tea and him with his cigarettes. You’ll talk for hours even though you’ll never remember every word you exchange. It’s enough to get to know him and hear his voice, a melody you’ll want to keep as the soundtrack to your life. You’ll find yourself spinning at the Yule Ball in a lovely dress feeling like the most beautiful girl in the world. You’ll laugh with him, his hand placed perfectly on your waist, bodies flush as you danced in sync, as if you were made just for each other. His other hand in yours, firm and warm as if he’ll never let go. Of course you had grown up with magic, it belonged in the air like oxygen and it sang in your bones. So you’ll wonder how it’s possible that the world is even more magical when you’re around him? Fast forward to when your wedding dress is tucked away at the back of your closet and his vows are on a crumpled paper in a drawer somewhere.

He’ll be good at forgetting dates and breaking promises. Too busy with his plans and ambitions, none of them will seem to include you anymore.

You’ll be good at forgiveness and do overs. After all, his jagged words and actions will be served in bite sized pieces so you’ll think you can stomach it all. You won’t realize it until your friend tells you that you smile less and stopped talking about your goals. You’ll figure out too late that you hacked away who you were to fit into his life, a wild hedge now perfectly manicured in his front lawn. You’ll tell him what you need, afraid you’re asking for too much. That you are too much. He’ll reassure you he can do better and for a while he does. Spoiler alert: it never lasts long. But here now, you are sixteen and evergreen. The stars are bright and so are your eyes. Your heart burns with dreams unrealized and passions you have yet to discover. Don’t take it for granted. My love, life is short but if you stay where you’re unhappy, life becomes insufferably too long.

You blink as the quiet returned and time resumed its course. The cool wind caressing your face brought you back to the present. You took a deep breath, warding off the looming nausea in your head. You’ve never seen that far off in the future before, someone potentially so significant in your life.

A crossroad: Do you choose to stay or leave? Scroll down for your answer.

Stay

“Well hi Mattheo, it’s nice to meet you,” you say as you walked towards him and introduced yourself. You take him up on his offer and held the cigarette in between your lips. Mattheo lit it for you so you inhaled the smoke, the first of many, and watched the wind carry away your exhalations. The air hummed with possibilities, romance, and heartbreak. That’s the thing about your visions, there was no way to know for sure if it would play out exactly as you’ve seen it. Where does one draw the line between destiny and our influence on the outcome? If you considered yourself seriously, you could say you’re an adventurer aspiring to chart her own course. But if you were more honest, perhaps you were simply in denial. Either way, you made your choice. You turned to Mattheo and watched him expertly take a drag from his cigarette. You studied the flex of his jaw and the curve of his lips. How can one stranger grow into something more and take up so much space in your life? Soon, you’ll be in love and dancing at a ball. You’re about to have some of the best years of your life and some of your worst. But maybe it’s worth it.

Leave

“No thanks,” you replied to the boy with curly hair and eager eyes and waved goodbye. You walked away without glancing back. Mattheo simply shrugged and returned to his cigarette, lost in his own thoughts once again.  You retreat down the stairs, each step distanced you from a future of bliss and grief. No boy had to be worth your dreams, you thought. It was better this way. As you swivel back to the corridor, your mind swam in the power of choice as future regrets faded from your periphery. You yelped when you stumbled onto someone’s hard chest and warm tea spilled down his shirt. “Shit, I’m sorry,” you exclaimed, far too exhausted with the evening’s surprises. “It’s okay, nothing a little magic can’t fix,” said the boy with perfectly wild hair and a kind smile, already casting a spell to return his shirt to its once pristine condition. You didn’t know him personally, but you recognized him as Lorenzo Berkshire. 

“Now about your spilled tea, can I help you get another one?” he asked. You smiled back at him as magic thrummed in your veins and time started to slowed down.

✿ Masterlist

Author's note:

✿ Based on the question, “if you knew how things would turn out, would you still make the same choices?”

✿ Another moment I was in my feels and spilled ink instead of the alternative. May have spilled the alternative anyway.

✿ If you chose to leave, of course I had to sneak in my sweet and lovely Enzo in there ♡

[umitsy]

warnings: few people being rude with reader, love obsession mentions

reader's gn

You were in need of a job, a job related with the kitchen, your greatest love ever since you learnt how to make the basics from your direct family.

They'd inspired you and helped you pursue your dream to become a cheff. You graduated from a pretigious university with the help of a scholarship that you managed to sustain sacrificing some relations in the way. Not that it really mattered to you—you now needed a job.

As if the universe heard you, as you walked your way to your small department, you read a flyer requesting people with high knowledge in kitchen, either cooks or waiters/waitress. It was emitted by a three-star-michelin-ranked restaurant at your city's heart.

This would be your greatest opportunity to shine right away!

You applied for a cheff position, managed to pull off everything you knew perfectly fitting the restaurant's strict conditions and overwhelmingly severe environment.

It was difficult to adjust, first—by your schedule changing drastically as some days you'd have to stay longer than expected—then, because of the harsh politics to do not miss any piece of the uniform any time you were working, you had to be spotless and use gloves while plating certain dishes or washing your hands as soon as you touched a vegetable to grab another.

But as your passion for cooking could only grow wider, everyone around you seemed to respect and slowly you made a name of yourself—as an equal of the main cheff but maybe a little bit more compassionate—some coworkers would tell you.

You never really asked about him, you were focused solely in completing flawlessly with your daily routine and as you reached your first year working there, you were free to experiment and create new dishes you seemed suit to the restaurant's theme.

Nonetheless, Ender, had unequivocally heard about you, and even if he couldn't be as present as he wanted to because of the many events he was invited to attend in different countries—he did his best to know at least a little about each and every one of his employees.

'How ever could his restaurant reach that recognition if he couldn't form the perfect team for success?'

That's how he found himself enamoured by you, your hard work had gained countless of new regulars which surely were worth the headaches by some encounters some waiters have had from their rude behaviours, 'how did you handle them so well? How could you see your companions best working conditions and abilities to exploit them just as well as you could?'

Even if he surely tried his best sometimes to get along with some costumers—if someone ever dared to judge his cooking—he'd send them straight out of his restaurant.

About his teammates... that's one of the things about being alone that he was mostly happy with now that he'd reached the highest ranking out there as a cheff—he didn't have to deal with annoying people who could only intervine with his impecable work.

Yes, he had to form the dream team of the restaurant by himself, but he didn't need to speak with those people directly, he only read about their qualities and pair them up as he seemed fit.

Until his curiosity won the best of him and decided to pay a visit to meet you, specifically.

Once he sees your sweet smile while teaching a new recruite how to take care of the pans and pots properly, when you were smiling while hearing complaints straight to your face—apologizing and coming back with an improvement in the dish some dickhead ordered—he'd get in a trance.

𐂐 He could now only think about you and how much he wanted to put an end to his long run as a lonely cheff and be his companion.

[jyoongim]

Prompt # 4: Spicy Actions

sender spanks receiver hard enough to leave a mark

sender let's receiver orgasm after edging them for a long time

sender gets on their knees and lets receiver slide their thumb into their mouth

sender pulls receiver's head back and calls them a 'good boy/girl/

sender tells receiver to sit on their face

sender tells receiver they're not wearing any underwear

sender kisses the back of receiver's neck

sender whispers in receiver's ear they want to get out of there

sender grabs receiver's neck/ throat

sender pulls receiver on their lap

sender touches receiver under the table at a nice restaurant

sender trails fingertips up receiver’s bare thigh

sender breathes on/licks the shell of receiver’s ear

sender ghosts fingertips along receiver’s skin, eliciting goosebumps

sender leaves a love bite on receiver’s shoulder

sender pulls receiver into bathroom stall/dressing room/closet for a moment of passion

sender rips off an article of receiver’s clothing

sender delicately removes an article of receiver’s clothing

sender draws invisible shapes/words on receiver’s flesh with their fingertip or tongue

sender teases receiver until receiver breaks and tries to take what they want from sender

“That’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl/boy.”

“You’re mine.”

“Is this ok?” As they stare up at you from in between your legs. (Consent is so fucking hot and important)

“Do that again- Shit, just like that, right there.”

Ghosting their lips against yours before pulling back with a smug smirk, making you chase them desperately.

Dragging one of their nails down the side of your neck and then middle of your chest.

“Please mark me, I want everyone to know   I’m yours.”

“Spread your legs baby, that’s it… Wider.”

When they murmur pure filth into your ear while they’re touching you.

Fucking someone so good that they struggle to kiss you back.

Hands desperately clutching at one another, gasping into each other’s mouths as if you were starved of one another.

“On your knees.” While their fingers thread through your hair, guiding you onto the floor.

Smirking into a kiss/against your skin when you whimper at their touch.

“My little slut to ruin.”

Interlocking your fingers above your head while making out passionately.

Pulling them closer by the collar of their shirt or their belt.

“I’m yours. Only yours.”

“You’re in no position to tease baby, remember that.”

Soft, lazy kisses and innocent touches that turn bolder and more sinful as you just can’t resist each other.

“This is wrong.” “So wrong.” While continuing to pull at each others clothes, mind fogged with nothing but lust and arousal.

“Don’t you want to play with me?” 

“Look at me. I want you to watch you come on my fingers/cock/strap.” 

Watching in awe as your partner slides their finger into their mouth with your cum on it. 

“Yeah?” They say with a hint of teasing to their tone, “And what if I do this?” They say, changing their rhythm slightly and hitting your weak spot.

Toying with a piece of clothing, whether that be the collar of your shirt, slowly undoing your belt, sliding a finger under the waistband of your underwear before letting it snap back against your skin.(The last one ahhhh) 

Kissing down every inch of your body they possibly can, showing you how much they love you. 

^ Have them murmuring against your skin how beautiful/handsome you are 

“Tell me to stop and we stop. I don’t care what’s happening. All I care about is you.” 

Sighing softly at the shell of your ear so you can hear how much you affect them. 

“Behave, I wouldn’t want to have to punish you now.” 

 “Can’t you handle it, baby?” “I can-fuck, I can handle it.” 

“If you want something, you have to use your words.” 

 “Count them for me.” 

 Scraping their teeth over your neck to have a shiver of arousal run down your spine. 

“I bet they can’t fuck you like I can.”  

 Wrapping their fingers around your wrist and guiding you to where they desperately need you. 

“Remember who’s in charge here baby, I’d choose your next words carefully.” 

 “Act like a brat and I’ll treat you like a brat.” 

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over all the noise you were making.” (Someone write an enemies with benefits to this I beg) 

 “Don’t be shy baby, I love the way you moan my name.”

[seungsuki]

surprise detective - boarding a train and solving a case with your professor? (f!reader)

warning: none

note: here is the final part! apologies for the delay! i had way to many things on my plate

you suddenly felt teary eyed and disgusted. the professor who you developed a small crush and huge respect for, did all that? you knew he did that to speed up the process but that didn’t make it any better. tampering with evidence was something serious. you muffled your sounds by covering your mouth and just stood there in shock. 

the train had finally reached its destination and it was time to part ways with everyone. you conversed with john, who you learnt was very passionate about writing. sherlock was bidding his goodbyes with william and louis. 

“well well, looks like [name] is coming with us”, sherlock interrupted, slinging his arm on your shoulder 

“i have something to attend and consequently it had to be the same way as you” you groaned 

“i hope the trip was memorable miss [name]”, william spoke 

“thank you for teaching professor moriarty”

you said without making eye contact with him. you looked down at your shoes before turning on your heels and walking near john to reconverse. you had to get the thoughts off your mind. it scared you how your professor had two personalities and now you even had proof 

the three of you walked away as sherlock began eating your ears off about one of his adventures. you didn’t dare to turn back but you could feel a pair of scarlet eyes staring at your figure as you walked away. you were going to get to the bottom of this for sure. you have to find out who the real william james moriarty is. once you were clear of sight, william looked over to his brother, who seemed to share the same thought 

“miss [name] seemed rather off during the entire event”, louis commented 

“you’re right. it surprises me. she is my most beloved student because of her talkative behaviour”, william sighed watching you leave 

“first sherlock now miss [name]”, louis whispered to himself 

“would you like to keep tabs on her brother?”, louis shaped himself and coughed away his thought 

“that would be great. keep a close eye on her. i wouldn’t want my favourite student to question me”, william replied 

“question?”, louis asked 

“she’s suspecting us. [name] is a smart girl when it comes to putting the pieces together. i’m very sure she figured out the entire case before mr holmes and i could process”, william replied 

“but brother! she left the scene before you could even explain!”, louis stood in shock 

“the bottle of whiskey was all she needed louis. which is why she’s my favourite. i’ve never seen a student who would sneak in a murder mystery book in a maths class.. i didn’t expect any less”, william continued

“she’ll figure us out one day. i know she will”, william said and strolled slowly

“even her reflexes are strong” louis recalled how you were the first to respond to the cry 

“ah, maybe it got better from all the times i called her out when she hid her murder mystery book behind her textbook”, william joked 

“keep an eye on her louis. i don’t want [name] to hurt herself as she indulges at a new mystery”, william returned to his normal tone 

“you seem to care a lot about her brother”, louis suspiciously asked

“well,.. she is my darling student and i rather she doesn’t distance herself from me”

with that william let the conversation about you die down. a smile ghosted his face as the two of them stolled away. louis made a mental note to tell albert about you as he had never seen someone catching the attention of his brother so much to the point he’d refer you as his ‘darling student’ 

‘brother albert is going to love hearing this’, louis laughed at his own thought 

“something funny louis?”

“nothing brother.. nothing at all”

© seungsuki 2024-25 -- do not repost, translate, alter, etc on any platform without permission. Any characters used in my work do not belong to me, they are created by their original creator

[ijwrsmff]

MC showing the brothers their favorite anime character and they are exactly like them! How do they feel? Do they bring it up? Or not say anything? (If you don’t want to do all 7, could you do Lucifer, Levi, Asmo, and Beel? :3)

This was so fun XD I had to write for all 7, simply because I wanted to. And I had a pretty good idea for all of them, so it wasn't too much at all to let the idea take me away ^~^

Ended up being pretty long, but I put it in headcanon format, even though a lot of bullets were several sentences. I tried.

@ibby-miyoshi-nerd

Word Count: 1,677

Lucifer:

“He’s so cool! He’s the oldest brother, and he has a lot of weight on his shoulders, and even though he’s sweet on the inside he acts really tough! And rightfully so, he is actually really tough.” You rambled to Lucifer about your favorite anime character. 

“So…he’s like…” Lucifer wanted to say “Like me” but that would mean admitting he was soft on the inside. He wouldn’t dare say that, especially since some of his brothers were home. “A responsible big brother.” 

As you went on and on about the character, he simply smiled softly and nodded to show he was listening

You were warming his heart, in a way that hadn’t been done for centuries…maybe even ever

He asked a couple questions, here and there, but he really did just love to hear you talk

“So what do you think about him?” You asked with beaming eyes

Lucifer hesitated a few moments while he gathered the words, “He seems like a smart man. Brave, and powerful.” 

“Yeah…he is.” Your words were quiet as you gazed into Lucifer’s eyes

You know…your character and Lucifer were pretty similar, huh?

Mammon:

“Mammon! Pleeeeeease let me tell you about this character!” You whined and followed him as he was practically running away from you

His face was red, because you’re puppy eyes were was too cute to look into for long

But after a few minutes he stopped and you bumped into him “Fine! Just make it quick, I’ve got a date with Goldie!” He waved the card in the air, and had a mischievous look in his eyes

“Okay so! He loves money, but he loves his family and the person he loves even more! He won’t say it, but he’s one of the kindest men in the world! He does kind of get caught up in himself, but he can be humble when the time comes!” You showed him the picture of the character as you spoke, and scrolled through a few

Huh…blond hair, somewhat tall, got a glimmer in his eyes…

“He seems okay. Kind of stupid though.” Mammon did not at all put the pieces together, and ended up unintentionally slamming himself

To anyone else, it was clear you were actually talking about Mammon, and you hoped he’d realize but he didn’t

It’s alright though! Next time you’ll make it absolutely obvious

Levi:

All you had to do to spend time with Levi was say “I wanna talk about anime characters!” Your secret password didn’t even matter, the door was swung open and there he was with a dorky grin on his face

He expected nerdiness, but not to have you describe your favorite anime character to be so much like HIM!

“He loves anime and manga, games too! He doesn’t talk to many people, but sometimes he talks a whole lot if he’s passionate about something! Especially to the few he does care about. He has a TON of special interests, and can be super creative!” 

With each passing word his face got just a bit redder. He had a small scowl on his face after a bit though. To hear you talk so much about someone else kind of bothered him, and he still wasn’t sure if you were even talking about him or not anymore!

“Me or him…” He muttered, but you could barely hear him so he repeated it once more

“Well you, of course!” You laughed and he tried to figure out if your laughter meant you were joking or not

“No seriously, no anime character compares to you. I thought…you’d find it cute if I even liked a character just like you.” With a smile, that made him officially melt

“Then…I’LL COSPLAY HIM! THAT’S IT!” He ran to his closet and started talking about the way to “win them over” was to combine the two

He’s such a silly demon, and you loved that about him

Satan:

He never openly complained about spending time with you, and you came up with a plan! So you went to his library to set the plan in motion…

“Saaaaatan! I have a character from one of my favorite anime I wanna show you!” You burst in, and he was reading as…was expected.

He closed his book after finishing the paragraph he was on, with a bookmark in place

“Oh? Another character, go ahead, tell me about them” He would always make time for you, and seeing you so excited was just adorable

“He can get angry a lot, but it’s usually only because he cares! He’s really creative, and gets lost in his books all the time. It’s kind of like an escape for him, and learning has always been a passion for him!” 

It made Satan smirk, as he said “If you liked me you could have just said so.” He walked towards you and his smirk turned into a smile

“No need to beat around the bush, you know why?” He was close to you now, and for a second you thought he was leaning in for a kiss, but he leaned so his hot break brushed against your ear

“Because I like you too. My favorite little human…” 

Asmo:

When you walked in, super excited to see him he finished his makeup quickly and ran up to hug you

It made you blush, but you had a plan! 

“Asmo! Look at this character! He’s my favorite! He always wears pink, loves to dress up and look all around both handsome and beautiful! He can be a bit of a flirt, but nothing like how he is with the person he loves!”

The more you spoke the more he smiled, “You have excellent taste! I can see why I’m your favorite demon!” He spun you around for a second and kissed your cheeks forehead and nose

You were blushing more than before, “Okay, okay!” You laughed and “tried” to push him away, “Don’t let it get to your head!” His kisses didn’t cease for several minutes and he ended up setting you down in his makeup chair

“We should have matching makeup! It’ll show how cute we are together!” He kissed your red cheeks and smiled wide

“T-together? Really?” It was hard to contain your excitement, and he ended up laughing at just how cute you are

“Of course! I’m your favorite, it means you looooove me~! If you think after rambling about how much you like a character because he’s like me we wouldn’t get together you’d be wrong~!” He giggled and started working on your makeup, but it was hard since you kept giggling

“I don’t know about LOVE, but we can get there. Just don’t mess it up!” You joked, letting out a few giggles as you winked at him

Beel:

“Beel! Look at my favorite anime character!” You ran up to him as he worked out, which was funny timing, “He loves to work out, can eat more than anyone else, and can be really funny but also adorable! He loves his family a lot, and ends up sacrificing so much to make them happy!” 

He stopped the second you were in the room and walked up to you to look at the picture

“He’s like me…” He tilted his head and saw a ton of similarities in the characters personality and looks to him

“Y-Yeah! Isn’t he cool?” He wasn’t putting the pieces together yet, but you knew he’d get there with time

“Wanna help me with my workout?” He smiled and it made you smile too

You had a big soft spot for the tall demon, if he asked you to do anything in the world you probably would, and he’s showed on multiple occasions that he’d do the same for you

You sat on his back while he did push ups for a while, but then he fell

“B-Beel? Are you okay?” You were concerned and he spun around while lifting you while you laid on his chest, faces super close together

“Does that mean…I’m your favorite character? Uh…demon? …Person?” He was fumbling and it was really cute, honestly

A couple giggles escaped and you kissed the tip of his nose, “Yeah…you are.” 

With a hug as tight but gentle as he gave, it gave you all the answer you needed. He liked you just as much if not more, as shown by the deepening blush on his face

Belphie:

“Belphie look!” You showed him a picture of a character sleeping, “He’s my favorite! He sleeps a lot, and can be a hopeless flirt but it’s sooooo cute! He cares a lot, but has a secret dark side which can be really cool but also scary if it’s directed at you!” 

He was hanging out in his star-gazing room, and looked like he’d fall asleep at any minute

He grinned and grabbed you, pulling you down to his level while he laid on the floor and hugged you close

You blushed a bit, but it wouldn’t be the first time you cuddled with Belphie, since both of you did really like to cuddle. Especially with each other…

“Go on, tell me more.” You were facing each other, one hand holding yours as the other wrapped around your shoulders to your back

You rambled for a bit, but had a hard time making eye contact with him

“No. No more.” You told him, and because you were flustered, you leaned forward and hid your face in his neck

“Awww please? I want to fall asleep hearing all the things you love about me, that you’re projecting onto that character.” So he DID know. Maybe you were being too obvious…

After several moments, he continued with a “Fine, maybe we’ll do the opposite. I’ll tell you all the things I love about you until you fall asleep.” He rubbed your back and chuckled to himself before he did exactly that, saying each and every thing about you he loved, which was more than you thought possible

Falling asleep like this…really isn’t so bad at all

[misc-obeyme]

Barbatos is loved for his perfection, but what if we love him and were not perfect?

This is something I think about a lot. Barbatos is famously good at everything he does, and while that may simply seem impressive and admirable. I van only ever imagine it being slightly painful. Yeah, at the start, I'd be like "Wow, I love my multitalented boyfriend. I love to watch him work his magic." But then when it comes to something I also love doing, I'd just feel inferior.

I'll be using gardening as an example. I love gardening! I've had flower and vegetable gardens my whole life. In fact, I just planted one for this season, and I like to think I'm pretty good at it. So, when I ask Barbatos for some help with my garden, it'll all be fine and dandy, and we'll have a nice little gardening date. All is well until I go to the Demon Lord's Castle and bare witness to the huge gardens with herbs even the masters couldn't cultivate. (Simeon mentions this about Barbatos' Dark Thyme, I believe. Could be wrong, though)

So now, whenever I ask Barbatos for help in my garden, I can only feel that he's bored and believes I'm doing something wrong because he is so much better than I.

Even if it's not him who harnesses a skill, just someone he knows. Barbatos is the butler of the future king of the Devildom, meaning he attends all the balls, meaning he sees the live orchestra. Imagine how inferior I would feel when I find out Barbatos has seen the best cello players of all time play in front of him several times over. Do you think I'd ever want to play for him after that? No way!

That's another thing I often think about. Just the fact that he's done or seen far better shows of skill would completely put me off and make me not want to show him anything in the first place.

I know he'd say I'm silly and reassure me he loves me no matter what. He doesn't care about my level of skill! BUT I CARE ‼️

I think perhaps you're missing one very crucial thing here. Barbatos would love to help you with your garden because it's yours. He would love to hear you play the cello because it would be you he gets to hear. He would see you putting your heart and soul into something you love and that's the part that would matter the most to him.

Imagine that someone you love, who has never gardened before in their life, decides to start a garden. Would it bore you to help them? Or would you see that as an opportunity to flex your own gardening skills? Maybe you tell them about things that messed you up in the beginning and save them from undesirable results. Maybe you feel happy when they succeed because you gave them good advice. Maybe they come across a problem in their garden that you didn't have to deal with in yours, but with the experience you already have about gardening, you're able to help them find a solution.

I feel like I can give some insight on this concept in a more general sense and inevitably it informs how I think Barbatos would be.

I'm kind of known irl for being "the writer." And that means that people want to show me their writing. I've never once read someone else's writing and been like, wow I'm bored and I know I could write this so much better. It isn't my story. It's theirs. And it's theirs in a way that is unique to them. I could never hope to replicate it. Just because they're not as experienced at it as I am doesn't mean it isn't just as important as anything I've written. I get excited when I see people writing because I love to write and now this is a passion we share.

I think Barbatos would be absolutely thrilled that you enjoy gardening. Because it's something he enjoys, too. I don't think he would ever compare you to anyone else, whether you're gardening or playing the cello or writing or even making tea. It doesn't matter how skilled he is or how perfect he is. What matters is that you're doing something that you love and he gets to share a piece of that with you.

Everything has been done before and there will always be someone better at something than you. What makes that thing special is that it's yours. And I can't imagine for one second that Barbatos wouldn't understand that concept on such a deeply fundamental level that he probably doesn't even realize it.

[little-fairy-forest]

I just got to know you recently but I'm really impressed with your posts! May I ask you for a scenario where class 1-A finds out one of her classmates is taking a hero course at UA because she, like, lost a bet with old friends ? (you can say that she is really talented and kind but sometimes a bit apathetic, not interested in being a hero or UA sports so it made Izuku or someone a little curious) ( •̀ ω •́ )y btw, have a nice day !

Class 1A x gn! reader, fluff

Notes: This has been in my drafts for MONTHS... new year new me? doing some spring cleaning if you will ✨

Each person in class 1 A knew y/n was something special. Anyone could see how strong they were even without really trying

Most people in the hero course had a reason to be there. May it be because they want to help others, be the best hero the can be, the money and fame,

To y/n being in the hero course was a way of proving to her old friends that they were capable of anything if they really tried

In your final year of middle school your old friends placed a bet to see if you would be able to get into the U.A hero course since the chances of being excepted were slim to none unless you got in through recommendations

You weren't asked why you wanted to become a hero yet by any of your classmates. That was until one curious green haired boy asked you during lunch one day

"so L/N, why did you want to become a hero?" Midoriya asked straight out as he put a piece of carrot in his mouth

You looked at the boy across from you at the lunch room table as you decided whether or not to tell the truth,

"I lost a bet" you put it simply as you moved the food around in your bowl with your chopsticks, You could feel their curiosity radiating off their bodies

"huh? you lost a bet?" Kaminari asks in a confused tone. Everyone agreed with him by nodding and mumbling with their mouths full of food waiting for you to continue

you sigh realising you would have to explain the whole story. You just wanted to eat your lunch to be honest

"so that's really it I guess, I'm not that fussed about being a big time hero once I get my full licence" you say eating some of your lunch as you fail to see the look of surprise on your classmates faces.

The whole story didn't take long to explain as everyone was listening intensely hanging on to each word you said

"so yer tellin me you didn't come here to be number one?!" Bakugo states angerly at the new found information, pissed at the thought of you not caring to beat him. Well that's how bakugo sees this

"So you are so good at controlling your quirk, you managed to pass and get into class 1-A like a breeze since you didn't have much time to train?" Sero asks to clarify, you nod as he looks back at Kaminari with a shocked face

"I'm glad to see you finding a passion for heroism now L/n!" Iida says cheerfully as you smile back at him

They continue to ask about why your not friends with your old friends anymore, after they hear because you found out they wanted to use you for clout and money once you became a pro, you dropped them.

Nor very god friends if they only wanted you for money and fame..

-> masterlist

[rosiesramblings]

My Mummy and My Simon

Fandom: Ted Lasso

W/C: 1.5k

A/N: Ok, I'm back with a fic, but fair warning it isn't a tickle fic. This has been rotting in my drafts for months and I just happened to be struck by the inspiration stick today. I hope you enjoy anyway!

“This is my Mummy and my Simon.”

It was how Jamie had introduced them for as long as he could remember. When he was a lad, he felt special when he said it - everybody and their Mummy had a Da, but Jamie was the only one with a Simon.

Jamie didn’t see them as often nowadays, with the distance between Richmond and Manchester, but he suspects that if he had anyone to introduce them to, that was still how he would do it.

He wasn’t sure why he was thinking about it, to be honest, while he stared at today’s post on his kitchen island. His housekeeper usually brings it in when she arrives and leaves it for Jamie to sort through. It’s rarely anything special - who uses the post anymore? - just the usual notices from the town and sometimes one of those circulars with coupons from the Tesco. Jamie wasn’t really sure why he felt so sick when he looked at it that day, until his brain processes what his eyes have already seen - the neatly typed James Tartt, Jr. across the front of one of the bills.

Jamie hated his full name with a passion - forever a reminder of the man who haunts his nightmares, the man who Jamie himself could become if he’s not careful. Jamie grimaced and turned away, forcing back the memories of what had happened when James overheard him telling someone that he lived with his Mummy and his Simon.

Simon was an odd duck, to be sure, but then again so was Jamie. He was a large man, still taller than grown-up Jamie, but he never made Jamie feel small or unsafe. Jamie was pretty sure it was impossible for Simon to make anyone feel that way, with his soft pastel jumpers and his obsession with that baking show and his job at the library. When it took Jamie so much longer than the other kids to learn to read, Simon never said a word about it, just gifted Jamie CD’s that Simon had recorded of himself reading Jamie’s favorite books for Jamie’s eighth birthday. He was pretty sure Simon didn’t know that after Jamie got his first Premiere League cheque, he had paid someone to put the recordings on his new phone. Jamie still listened to Simon’s voice read Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief when he came down with a cold.

Jamie fixed himself a post-training smoothie and sighed. Roy was bringing Phoebe over for Jamie to babysit since Roy had a coaches meeting and Ruth was busy saving lives at the hospital. Jamie idly washed out his blender, thinking of Simon and Mummy and how he really should give them a call soon. He was so lost in thought he didn’t hear Roy and Phoebe let themselves in before they were in his kitchen and Roy said, “Why the fuck do you get that wanker’s post sent to your house?”

Jamie whirled around, hand on his racing heart, before he processed what Roy was saying. “What?”

“Hi Jamie!” Phoebe waved cheerfully before going right over to the coffee table where he had gotten out the coloring books he kept specifically for Phoebe Days.

“Why is your arse of a father getting his post here?” Roy restated, gesturing to the pile of mail on the counter. “Thought you said you didn’t talk to him anymore?”

“I don’t,” Jamie said, confused. “That’s my post.”

Roy did a double take. “You’re named after that piece of shit?”

“Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you change it?”

“I did change it.” Jamie said. “Don’t go by James, now, do I?”

“I meant legally,” Roy explained. “So you don’t have to be fucking James Tartt Jr. in the fucking public record.”

“You can do that?” Jamie asked, incredulous, just as Phoebe called, “That’s five pounds so far, Uncle Roy!”

“Put it on my tab,” Roy called back. “And yeah, you can do that, you muppet. Costs like fifty pounds and might take a couple of weeks for the paperwork to come back, but you can do it. I still badger Ruth sometimes to change her name back to Kent, but she doesn’t want the fucking publicity.”

“Huh,” Jamie said, a whole new world of possibilities opening up before him. Roy kissed Phoebe goodbye and left for his meeting, and Jamie and Phoebe spent the afternoon coloring and playing kickabout in the yard.

***

A few days later, Jamie found himself on some government website, since you can do everything on the internet these days. He carefully typed Jamie into the form where it asked for what he wanted his new first name to be, cause it would be super embarrassing to have a typo and then have to do the whole thing all over again. The next box asked if he wanted to change his middle name, and Jamie paused. He hadn’t thought about that.

Jamie thought of James. He thought of Mummy, and he thought of Simon, and found he didn’t really need to think about it at all.

***

Simon’s birthday rolled along, and Jamie made the usual arrangements to donate to the library in Simon’s name. He’d done it every year since he could scrounge up the money, mowing lawns of council estates after Under-10’s training and looking after neighborhood kids until he had enough for a ten or fifteen pound donation. It never failed to bring a tear or two to Simon’s eyes, even now that Jamie had more money than he knew what to do with and made monthly donations to Simon’s library anyway, not that Simon knew that.

Jamie packed a bag to go and visit Manchester for Simon’s birthday, and as he printed his receipt showing the library donation to give to Simon, his eyes lingered on the email he’d received from the Royal Courts of Justice, notifying him that his change of name had been processed successfully. Before he could talk himself out of it, Jamie printed that off too, carefully folded it up with the donation receipt, and placed it in a small gift bag patterned with cheerful yellow ducks. It was made for kids, but Jamie knew Simon would appreciate it.

The drive to Manchester wasn’t too long, especially once Jamie put on Simon’s narration of the second Percy Jackson book. He’d made it through a good fifteen chapters by the time he was pulling his flashy car into the old familiar row of council estates.

Georgie shrieked, as she always did, when she flung open the door to her ‘sexy little baby!’ and Jamie picked her up and swung her around. 

Simon’s familiar, “Oh, there they go!” sang in Jamie’s ears as he put Mummy down and turned to wish Simon a happy birthday. 

The three of them migrated to the kitchen, Simon having made an impressive array of Jamie-friendly desserts. Georgie and Jamie sang an off-key rendition of Happy Birthday, and Simon pretended to conduct them with his candy thermometer. Soon enough, Jamie was pushing his be-ducked gift bag onto the table in front of Simon.

“Now, what could this be?” Simon grinned as he snagged the donation receipt from among the tissue paper. He unfolded it and, to no one’s surprise, unsuccessfully blinked back tears. “Oh, Duckie, thank you so much!” he said, and launched into an explanation of the new kids learn-to-read program that the donation would fund for the next year.

Not expecting anything else, Simon placed the receipt back in the bag and reached for Georgie’s gift. “Actually, there’s one more thing in there,” Jamie said sheepishly.

“More!” Simon mouthed amazedly to himself as he went back to the yellow bag. Jamie watched with anticipation as Simon drew out the email and carefully unfolded it, squinting his eyes a bit as he began to read.

Jamie watched as a dumbfounded look came over his stepfather, and he opened his mouth to start to say he could always change it back, but before he could Simon looked up at Jamie and burst into tears. Georgie startled, and Jamie leapt up in alarm, not sure whether to run away or try and comfort him. Simon made the decision for him when he stood and threw his arms around Jamie, still sobbing noisily.

Jamie, bewildered, gingerly patted Simon on the back, before swallowing and asking, “It’s alright then?”

Simon just sobbed louder, clumsily running his fingers through Jamie’s hair as Georgie muttered, “What on earth?” and snatched the paper from her husband’s hand. Before long, she too was sobbing, though still quite a bit more composedly than Simon. There, clearly written on the page, were the words: Official Change of Name - Jamie Simon Tartt.

Eventually everyone calmed down enough for Simon to say that it was more than alright, that he loved Jamie so much, that he was so honored by Jamie’s choice, and that was enough to get Jamie and Georgie with the waterworks again, Simon himself following not long after. 

They sat on the sofa for the rest of the evening, watching old reruns of Simon’s baking show and eating too many of Simon’s desserts. Jamie sat between his Mummy and his Simon, who wouldn’t let go of his boy for anything, relishing in the evening spent with his family.

[xbruised-peachx]

Sowa Team

(crawling out of my cave as a husk) Finally... some Gromsko x Fem Reader content... from yours truly...

Summary: Sent on a scouting mission for Specgru, you're kept company by Gromsko, among Poland's finest soldiers. Bold, light-hearted, and deep down, very caring and passionate, he makes not only a great partner but great entertainment. As the sunsets though and you have to call it a day, an injury let's him show his skills from JW GROM to you while you two settle down for the night... and maybe settle down for a little more... Word Count: 13,397 Tags: Slight medical play, slight size kink, language kink, praise kink, heavy petting, marking, face sitting, multiple orgasms, slightly possessive, creampie A VERY SPECIAL THANK YOU TOO TO EVE, @ave661​, FOR PROOF READING THE POLISH AS I KNOW ZERO POLISH! I can’t thank you enough, dziękuję bardzo, I love you bestie 🥹💙 🔞+ STORY

Also avaliable on AO3! Translation at the end of the chapter!

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The day was finally coming to an end, the sun starting to set over the mountains, casting warm shadows over your location. You were sent on a scouting mission, looking out on a base of a possible HVT. You were Specgru’s regular choice for scout, being small and easy to miss, light on your feet to the point you regularly snuck up on your own teammates without them noticing or you really meaning to. Obviously though, you couldn’t be sent in alone. You appreciated any company on these sorts of missions. Sure you enjoyed the nice quiet times, exploring and attempting to map a location from hundreds of meters away, but if you did it all the time, you’d definitely go crazy.

“I think it’s about time we call into HQ,” his voice boomed as he came up behind you. The orange of the setting sun lit the small bits of camo fabric that draped his helmet, practically his signature piece. Sobiesław Kościuszko, or as everyone else called him, Gromsko. “We at least know there’s gotta be someone in there that needs these guards around. It can’t be just some regular guy, right?”

You smiled softly, holding back a laugh from him being so light-hearted. You admit, you don’t really know much about Gromsko. Not that you avoided him or anything but... most interactions you had with him were from the battlefield. You know the amount of adrenaline and action brought out a new side in most people. On the field, he was loud, boisterous, a lil bit cocky but his confidence was not without merit. He was good at what he did. Though sometimes, you couldn’t understand what he was saying. With his thick accent and baritone voice, you could make out the fact that he slipped into Polish quite a bit. You’d hear passing conversations in the Specgru halls, how even when calm, he’d slip bits of Polish in there too. You yourself knew very little Polish, but you could tell he was just as vulgar in any language he spoke, often able to make out him yelling “Kurwa” when he was hurt or frustrated. From his tone, gruff and ranging from annoyance to anger, you could tell he probably wasn’t saying the nicest things to the enemy... or teammates for that matter.

“HQ, this is Sowa team, information on target, how copy?” You asked into your radio. Sowa, the Polish word for owl. Gromsko himself suggested it, which gave you a hint this was probably going to be an overnight thing as well. You didn’t mind but you knew you’d have to find a clearing near enough to this cabin in the Alps, and also you two would have to find some way to keep warm as the fall night air cooled.

“Copy, Sowa. What’s the information?” A rough, heavy British accent spoke in your earpiece. Despite his gruff tone, you knew he was calm.

“Can not confirm that target is in the location. There are a lot of guards outside though, I can imagine there’s more indoors.”

“Any rough estimate on a count?”

“19,” Gromsko cut in. “I counted 20 but someone caught me counting...”

“Any chance they’ll catch someone missing, Gromsko?” The lieutenant’s voice sounded a little bit more annoyed, with a hint of anxiety just barely creaking through. 

“Nie, he was just on a smoke break at the wrong time. He got lost in the woods and chickened out.”

“Alright, if you say so, Gromsko...” His voice didn’t bleed any less annoyance hearing this. You had seen it across the mountain, you were actually helping him count with binoculars from a blind spot on the mountain, and he was right, it was just a smoke break at the wrong time. You saw as he got spotted and proceeded to take down the man a few inches shorter than him with ease. Shoving him in a bush many meters away from the location, you had overheard other guards talking about the flight risk of some others, so you figured it wasn’t that bad.

“Are we allowed to return?” You asked, even though you knew the answer was probably going to be...

“No.” Yeah... “We need absolute confirmation the target is in that cabin. You two will need to shelter in overnight. If you still have no signs of the target by tomorrow evening, we’ll bring you back. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” you both said in unison. You looked over at him, his face full of determination as he looked at the ground through his yellow tinted glasses. You had to admit that you admired him. Clearly he knew when to be serious and he knew how to hold his own, but still he had a bit of light-heartedness to him, bringing warmth to an otherwise gloomy situation.

“Good. Ghost, out.”

He caught you looking at him as he took his thumb off the radio. You heard him take a deep breath out. “I think we should try and find a flat spot now, before it gets too dark. Agreed?”

You nodded. “Do you happen to have a tarp? I feel like the wind is gonna pick up, but I know I forgot mine...”

He let out a scoff laugh as he started heading north, heading for the more wooded area, you following close behind. “Afraid of getting cold? It’s quite nice to me, but I do happen to have a covering for you, maleńka.”

You looked at him a bit offended, implying you were weaker for thinking you would be cold and at least wanted some shelter for tonight. And whatever he called you... his joking tone made you think it was condescending, maybe a backhanded compliment but in a lighthearted way. You knew if you asked him though, he’d sugar coat it or translate it completely wrong.

“I suppose you’re fine then with being on watch first then, if you can deal with the cold better?” You returned the lighthearted spite, taking his own words and spinning them back on him.

He turned around to look at you, but kept walking, walking backwards. “Hey now, I didn’t say that. I think you should be on first watch, it will be much colder later at night. You can cuddle up nice and warm in a blanket, late at night. Wish I could do that.”

You could hear the sarcasm dripping from his voice from the last sentence. His mask hid most of his lower face, but you saw the way his cheek rose, showing his slight smirk. You crossed your arms, showing your disapproval to him non-verbally, but couldn’t hold a straight face. Especially while his back was turned, watching you, he didn’t see the upcoming rock wall.

He crashed against it, his backpack saving him from most of the brunt of the force, but not saving him from feeling the sudden stop. His arms came out in front of him, eyes widening in surprise. “CHOLERA!” He let out in a shocked breath, sucking it back through his teeth as his body reset to the sudden stop. “Ej dupku, why didn’t you warn me?!”

You let your laugh out, his mad face making you laugh more as you couldn’t take him seriously. “You should pay attention to what’s ahead of you, dummy. We’re on a mission here.”

He shook his head, his face relaxed more and you could almost see him start to smile. He took a deep breath, turning around and looking up the wall. It was a decent bit taller than him, taller than he could reach, but the forest surrounded every other direction, no other way forward. He made it look easy, especially due to his height, just having to put his foot on one rock and push himself off from the ground, reaching up and holding the top. He pulled his own weight up with ease, sitting on the top and looking down at you. You slowly approached, making you realize the height difference between the two of you as you had to arch your back to meet his gaze. With that gaze though, he held his hand out, offering help with the looming wall. You smiled, hoping this would finally be the end of the little games you two were playing. You got your footing on one rock, able to reach his hand and grasp it. You could tell he had a quick wicked smile and let go, dropping you but a few feet, but still threw you off and almost had you falling down on your ass.

“Okay, you prick,” you spoke through gritted teeth, getting tired from everything between you two now. You caught your footing, hearing his deep, rumbling laugh above you.

“Oko za oko!” His voice remained just as boisterous, able to hear the shit-eating grin under that mask.

You shook your head, glaring up at him, watching for him to finally meet your eyes again so you could speak, letting him know you were serious. You took a deep breath out, “Can we call a truce? We have to at least deal with each other for a night, not to mention tomorrow.”

His eyes went to the side, you hoped just joking, playing overdramatically that he was actually considering not agreeing. “Dobra. I can agree to that.” He held out his hand again. You looked up at him, trying to hide some suspicion on your face as you reached up reluctantly, hoping he wouldn’t break the trust you had to have for him for the night. He noticed it, his expression softening a moment, showing a bit of guilt. “I promise, I won’t do it again.”

You put your foot on the rock and pushed off the ground, able to reach his forearm. He twisted, providing more support and allowing him to lift you up easier, with you helping as much as you could by pushing off with whatever rock you could get your foot on. He pulled you over the ledge, grunting as he did, his breath getting slightly heavier. You both sat on the ground a moment, catching your breath as the light from the sky slowly got darker. Looking up, you could even start to see Venus twinkle in the sky. You both looked at each other again, knowing it was time to hurry up, lest you lose the daylight you had.

He helped you back on your feet and you both continued, unfortunately struggling to find a good clearing that would provide a good shelter but still hide you both for the night. He started picking up rocks, leaving them to the right of whatever path you two were on, and putting a specific dot of mud on them. As you got deeper in the forest, anxiety took over, and you hoped his rock idea would actually help you two find your path back. As you went deeper too, the foliage increased in more than just trees. You both were covered enough but still, you watched the floor for anything with thorns, or possibly anything poisonous, though you hadn’t heard of too many poisonous plants in the Alps. It spiked your anxiety even more, having to try to level your breathing while keeping up with Gromsko.

Just as you thought you were about to finally catch your breath, he called out, “Hey, over here. I think there’s a spot.” He picked up his pace, his longer strides helping him out but leaving you lagging behind. You had to break into a decent jog to keep up, unable to watch where you were stepping, praying you wouldn’t step into some thorns and hurt yourself more. You were stuck focused on him, trying to see where he was going, but also keep an eye on the floor for anything suspicious, you didn’t even notice when you stumbled a bit to keep yourself out of an incoming bush to your left that you went into a fallen branch to your right, the jog you had causing it to scrap against your side. You quickly held where it had hit, just at the side of your stomach, slicing a good 3 inches down to your hip. You sucked a breath through your teeth, seeing Gromsko hadn’t even noticed and was continuing on his trek. You sucked it up, taking a quick breath and pulling your vest down slightly, hoping that would help compress it for the moment and not make him worry.

He finally stopped after turning to his right, a few feet ahead of you. He stood there, hands on his hips as he observed his surroundings. You finally caught up and joined him, looking at the very small clearing. It was at least something, not so open that it’d be easy to see you guys, but enough of a patch to home you two for a night. He sighed and looked back at you.

“What do you think? Those trees over there I can tie my tarp to, making a nice tent for you.” He smiled again, clearly unaware that you had even injured yourself. You were sure it was nothing, just a branch, you could walk it off. You nodded in agreement, trying to hide a wince as you pulled your backpack off, setting it down in the dirt nearby said trees. You rummaged through, pulling out your lantern, letting the little warm light fill the small clearing. He had the same idea, setting his bag down and pulling out the tarp, unfolding it gently. Once he did he unclasped his helmet, taking off both the helmet and ghillie attachment and set it beside his backpack. You hadn’t even realized he was wearing a full balaclava under there, just thinking it was a mouth and neck covering, but he soon pulled that off too, putting it in his helmet for safe keeping. He rolled his neck and let out a big deep breath. “I know I wouldn’t be able to set this thing up with that shit on. Hurts your neck after a while.”

You chuckled softly, looking up at him as he stood up, still looking in your bag for the blanket you brought. “I imagine... why don’t you just go for the full ghillie suit at this point?”

He shrugged, grabbing one end of the tarp as well as some rope. “I don’t have all the components. Plus at this point I think it looks cooler, that’s how people know it’s me.” He let out a laugh of his own, cutting one end of the rope with his combat knife. He squinted as he struggled to tie the knot though, eventually relenting to the dark and pulling his glasses up to rest on his short brown hair, letting you see his grey-ish blue eyes focus more. He finished his knot, taking a moment to look back at his work, but the weight of the rest of the tarp plus a small gust of wind sent it down the bottom of the tree. “Cholera... Ej, maleńka, can you grab the other end and tie it to that tree there.”

You stood up slowly from rummaging in your bag, making sure your back was to him so he didn’t see as you instinctively winced. It was just a scratch from a tree branch, it shouldn’t be affecting you that much. “You’ve said ‘maleńka’ twice now, what does that mean?” You asked, hoping it would distract you from the stinging pain and him from noticing.

“Maleńka? It just means ‘little’. It’s nothing to worry about.” You could see his smile now clearly, a bit more of a smirk now as you caught his gaze.

“You know, you saying there’s nothing to worry about makes me think you’re not telling the whole truth.”

“Now, are you calling me a liar? I thought we had a truce?” His cocky smirk increased as he finished up his bowline knot and you did the same. “Come on, let’s tie the other corners down here.” He walked to the corner of the tarp that was facing the clearing, starting to fold it under the shelter. He crouched under the little bit you had set up, leading it under and rolling out the other side to meet the third tree, making it a nice triangle. You crouched as well, you both standing on either side of the tree, tying the final corners down.

“It’s not me saying you’re a liar just... I know how vulgar you tend to be when you speak Polish so forgive me if I don’t think you’re saying the nicest things about me.” He raised an eyebrow at you, the smile not fading from his face. “...I know what kurwa means at least.”

He let out a hearty laugh, and admittedly his deep, rumbling laugh made you smile a bit more too. “O, ona wie, co znaczy ‘kurwa’? Co za mądra dziewczyna.” His laugh continued, and you did a little over dramatic pout, trying to show your disappointment at him. “You just sound so cute saying it... I should teach you some Polish.”

“Again, I feel like you’d just sabotage me, tell me the wrong meanings of things.”

He tutted. “You think so lowly of me, just because I curse. We have to be together a night and you are already so mean to me.” He did a joking pout back at you, but couldn’t hold it without smiling. As you both tied the knots, your rope had a bit of kink in it, making you pull harder to get it through. As your body twisted though, you felt your muscle pull right on the side of your abdomen, stretching your injury. You couldn’t help but groan slightly, letting go of the rope and letting out your own curse under your breath. He obviously heard it, his face dropping from his joking demeanor to serious in half a second. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you lied, speaking through your teeth. It stung like no other, but now you couldn’t hide it, though you tried your best to not worry him anymore. It was clear though he didn’t care and saw you objectively.

“Come on, get under the tarp. I’ll grab my first aid.” He had stood up, holding his hand out for you to help you up. You took it, slowly walking to sit under the tarp. Maybe it was worse but still... it was just a tree branch, it really couldn’t be that bad. You scooted over to your bag, pulling out the blanket and laying it out, just so you wouldn’t be sitting on the cold ground. He came back over, holding his first aid bag, setting it down in his lap as he sat in front of you. “Alright, where is it?”

You lifted your vest slightly, the makeshift compression clearly not working as a little bit of blood seeped through even onto your combat shirt. “I-It really shouldn’t be that bad... it was just a branch.”

“Yeah? A branch out here with dirt and moss and god knows what else on it? Ja pierdolę, you're bleeding through your shirt and I can see your undershirt is soaked already!” He grunted, scolding you harshingly and making you feel slightly embarrassed. He opened his kit, pulling out a bandage, thread and needle, and isopropyl alcohol. He also had his hydration pack nearby, a small cloth he soaked in said water. He took a small, travel sized hand sanitizer, squeezing it and rubbing his hands together. “Alright, go ahead, lift up your shirt.”

Your face fully went red, his low voice telling you that, even if it was in such a serious tone, lit something inside you. You weren’t sure if it was just some strange instinct or if maybe... You were hesitating and despite the low light, he read your expression clearly. “D-don’t look at me like that. Come on, we’re both adults.” The silence hung for a moment, still hesitant to lift your shirt for a man like him. His voice went softer, more caring, and did not help the spark that ran down your spine, “You only have to lift it a bit. I promise, I won’t go any further than we need to.”

You took a breath, hoping to calm your own thoughts and unconscious feelings, undoing your vest and throwing it aside, then rolled up your combat shirt, bringing your camisole underneath with it. He came closer, lowering himself to look closer, running his large, cold fingers along the exterior. He took another breath, you were able to feel it slightly hit the edge of your wound, but also drag across your exposed abdomen. “Sorry, maleńka, I can't quite see and I have to...” His finger ran down, barely resting them at the top of your pants. He looked up at you, his eyes full of embarrassment and pity as he nonverbally asked you if this was okay.

More heat crawled up to your face, you avoided eye contact with him, but nodded. “W-whatever you have to do...” Still avoiding his gaze, you felt as he brought them down a few inches. The silence hung a moment, wincing as you felt him stretch it open a bit. “...How bad is it?”

He took a deep breath, twisting his body to grab the soaked towel. He shifted from sitting on his knees to having his legs straight out in front of him, letting him see it without having to crane his back as much, as he started dabbing the outside gently. “I can see the dirt, even in this shit lighting... And it’s really deep...” He sighed again as he set the towel aside, looking up at you again with pity. “They don’t give me any damn soap in this thing either, so... even though it's better to disinfect with soap and water, I have to use alcohol.” You always thought it was better to use alcohol but you remembered how he was trained. The JW GROM in Poland were known as “the surgeons” not just for tactical precision, but for their thorough medical training. And even among those in GROM, Gromsko was considered among the best. You knew you were in good hands but still, the way his saddened expression looked at you really made you realize he didn’t want to go about this method. But with a very dirty but fresh wound, there had to be some way to clean it while you two were by yourselves in the forest.

You knew how much this was going to sting and mentally you were preparing yourself. One of his hands held the side of your waist, pulling the skin taught gently while the other wet a small cloth with the isopropyl.

“I’ll count off.. at three...” You held your breath in anticipation.

“One...”

“Two...”

He didn’t wait for the three, instead holding the towelette there, not letting you brace yourself fully so you didn’t have any resistance. You cried out as it stung harshly, your abdomen instinctively crunching and pulling you forward as you attempted to protect yourself from the new found pain. Your hands went down, gripping hard as you continued suck a harsh breath through your teeth, occasionally letting out a pained moan, unable to hold back.

Your eyes were sewed shut the whole time, in pure anguish. You slowly caught your breath, cracking your eyes open and able to focus. You looked down, seeing you had not flung yourself and grabbed your own knees in instinct, instead landing forward onto his thighs. You quickly retreated your grip from him, the full embarrassment showing on your face, but his as well. You could tell a flush went to his cheeks that matched your bright one. “I-I’m so sorry! I-”

He cut off your fumbling apology before you could embarrass yourself any further. “It’s...” he cleared his throat, clearly a bit more affected by this than he wanted to admit. “It’s fine. I should’ve given you something to grip but...” His gaze averted as he looked down at the slightly blood stained towelette. He held his other arm up, offering it to you as the alternative. “...I still have to clean up a little more.”

Regrettably, you were left gripping hard at his sleeve and forearm, at points wondering if he’d have to give himself some care from just how hard your nails were digging into him. Occasionally you’d rest your head into him as well, just groaning in pain as the stinging did not get any better. Once he lifted away though, you knew this was only the beginning as you slowly opened your eyes and looked at the shining metal that sat by his side next to the thin thread. “You... don’t have any numbing anything in there, do you?”

He shook his head, holding up the needle to the light and attempting to put the thread through the eye. “Sorry, if I did I would... I want to make this as easy on you as I can but...” He looked away sadly, then looked back up at you. He was just barely at your height again as he wasn’t leaning over, still just barely taller than you even when his ass was fully to the floor while you were on your knees. He got the needle threaded, then looked over at you, examining you again as he held the needle up. Instinctively, your stomach flinched away from him. You knew he was just trying to judge what was the best angle to come at it from, but you couldn’t help but suck your stomach back in an attempt to get away from the sharp object. He took a deep breath again, closing his eyes as he thought about the next words he was going to say. “...I know it’s going to sound bad again but... can you please sit up on your knees?”

You knew what he meant and even though he premented it, you still blushed again. You did as he said, assuming he knew what he was doing. He slowly scooted forward, letting his legs spread open as he straddled yours, getting close to your stomach again. At this height, though he still slightly had to slouch, it was easier to meet it, and he was but inches away from how closely he had to look. One hand held your wound steady, no doubt you were unconsciously trembling under him, while the other just barely hovered above with the needle. He looked up at you, those blue eyes big with sympathy and causing another spark to shoot down from the unintentionally somewhat sensual position you two were in. “You can grip my shoulder if you need to, but try not to move my arms.”

You nodded at the obvious direction he had to give you, taking him up on his offer and putting your hands on them preemptively. Your breath shook as you spoke, “Are you... going to give me a countdown?” 

“Nope,” he said, unceremoniously forcing the needle down to make his first stitch. You cried out, instantly gripping on his shoulders and crashing your head down as you shut your eyes. You felt his hair against your nose, confirming your suspicion that you slightly lost control while giving into instinct, but didn’t lift up, no matter how embarrassed and hot your cheeks felt because you knew you’d come crashing back down either way. “If I did you’d flinch away... but you’re doing great with this first stitch.”

You knew he was lying, but still you smiled, taking his praise anyway. You sucked a breath through your teeth as you felt the needle graze you again. With the hand that was holding you still, he gently rubbed circles with his thumb, comforting you as you felt the prick again. You felt his breath hot on your stomach as you let another cry of anguish. You knew you had to be stronger than this but... damn, this hurt.

You felt his hair get slightly wet as tears instinctively fell from you, tightening your grip on him as you lifted up, looking back down on him. He was so focused on his next stitch, he didn’t even notice the weight lifting from his head. The way he was looking at you though, so determined, his brows furrowed, breath steady just tracing your abdomen. It felt so odd and you didn’t want to admit but seeing him like this seemed to be starting to turn you on.

He held his breath as he went for another stitch, shutting your eyes and moaning in agony, your grip tightening on his shoulders tightly as you hoped the pain would erase these strange feelings you were starting to have. As he breathed out, he glanced up, finally noticing you weren’t resting on him. He saw even though your face showed your pain, the moan clearly a response to it, looking up at you with your eyes shut and mouth slightly open, the moan almost being indecipherable from a different kind of moan, he felt a heat run up to his cheeks as well, trying to shake the feeling by shaking his head. He couldn’t help it though when he felt you clawing at his shoulders. He had to keep telling himself this was basically his patient... he couldn’t let what he was feeling get the better of him.

Rubbing his thumb again in an attempt to comfort, he refocused, putting another stitch in and almost immediately watching your reaction. “Kurwa...” he cursed softly under his breath, hoping you wouldn’t hear. “Dlaczego uważam to za...” he let his voice trail off as he saw you slowly open your eyes, looking at him half lidded as you were dazed slightly from the pain of it all. He chuckled and smirked, “You’re looking at me funny.”

You thought you had blushed all you could but were proven wrong as you felt more, being called out for your feelings you were trying to repress. “H-hey! You’re looking at me funny, too...”

His smirk did not fade as he remained looking into your eyes. "Yeah? How so?"

You stayed silent a moment, trying to figure out a way to word it. His eyes slowly looked back down, pulling another stitch through. You sucked a breath through your teeth, gasping as you felt him slowly pull it out, and his gaze met yours again. “...I think you should focus on the task at hand.”

He hummed softly, comforting you again with the slight touch of his fingers on your waist. “I can focus on two things at once, kochanie.”

The way his voice came out more husky... it made your already growing feelings hard to fight as well you wondered what he actually just said. “W-what does ‘kochanie’ mean?”

“That’s not important right now...” He knew you were avoiding the question. As if a perfectly timed punishment, he pulled another stitch through. The pain was getting more bearable, just barely though as you still gasped feeling it, no doubt igniting another spark in him. “I just want an answer... How am I looking at you funny?”

Once you caught your breath, you looked down at him, trying again to gather your thoughts and throw a cohesive description at him. “Your pupils are so dilated and I can tell you’re blushing... Your sly little smile too? You’re taking way too much joy in this...”

He hummed again, slowly turning into a low laugh, his eyes boring into yours, seeming to return the favor by trying to find a way to describe your current expression. “Mhmm... I can say the same about you. You’re not smiling but, the way you're looking at me... something about me looking up at you has you going, huh?” The corner of his lip turned up and before you could respond, he put another stitch in. You cried out again, gripping hard. The pain did sting but you thought it almost didn’t warrant that reaction from you. You wondered just why then did you react in such a way. You slowly opened your eyes, looking at him as he still had that cocky smirk on him. “It’s like you’re begging me with your eyes alone to just kiss your little injury away once I put these last two stitches through...”

His voice trailed off, low and smooth, giving you another stitch. He had just one more stitch now, and it was clear now your assumption was right. He was enjoying this  more than he should... but also he was trying to hurry this along now. You still couldn’t admit to yourself that you like this. I mean, you definitely hated the pain of the needle but the way his calloused fingers softly caressed your side, enveloping you with ease, his hot breath getting even warmer on your stomach, trailing down to a high spot on your pelvis.

He pulled the final stitch through, letting out your little moan of pain as your grip just barely tightened. You were able to not shut your eyes fully, instead looking at him through dazed, half lidded eyes. He was focused on tying the end off, so you were able to just watch him. That handsome square face, eyebrows furrowed as they focused intently. He cut the string, putting it gently back in his kit so as to not lose his needle. You were able to see his face even more clearly now, the little bits of stubble that poked through as he was attempting to grow his facial hair, a little bit of a wider nose with a slight hook. As he turned around, holding the bandage gently, he caught your gaze. You saw the way his pupils dilated again, unconsciously showing his desire for you, causing more fire to light up in you. He gently held the side of your waist, letting his hand drag as he smoothed the bandage over, not taking his eyes off you the whole time.

“Well, kochanie... tell me, do you want me to make you feel better?”

His voice was so deep, rumbling your core but still holding such confidence you couldn’t help but stop and just take it all in. Just lost in thought of what he said, what he meant when he said make you feel better.

He noticed your pause and backed away slightly, still leaving his hot breath lingering on your stomach. “I need an answer, kotku... I’m not going to go further ‘til I hear a yes from you.” You stayed still, pausing as your mind raced. “...It’s only you and me out here. And this will stay between us, as long as you want that.”

He was so cocky but still respectful of you. You absolutely admired it, and it was making your admiration of him grow stronger, as well as the growing attraction you had of him. “P-please...” was all you could muster out under your breath as you waited in anticipation.

He brought his mouth centimeters from your stomach, insanely hot breath ghosting over you as he gripped both sides of your waist, one side even sliding slightly lower to your hips. “Please...? Please what, kochanie?”

You choked out breathily, sounding insanely desperate. “Yes, please... please make me feel good, Gromsko.”

He wasted no time, immediately closing the gap and kissing where his breath stained. Your hands instantly went to the back of his head, encouraging him to stay where he was at and continue. He did as such, kissing from the center out, lingering and trailing his tongue on spots, particularly right along your abdominals. His hands grip increased, though his left hand remained careful, avoiding the area which he had just worked so hard on. You felt the way he hummed to himself in the kisses, the vibrations almost like he was purring, purely content just from this.

He lifted after leaving what had to be more than 50 kisses on you alone, getting on his knees and towering above you. It was your turn to look up at him now, eyes pleading as you wanted more. Clearly, he enjoyed the sight of you looking up as much as you did when he was. He smiled that lopsided smile, unclicking his vest and tossing it aside, along with his glasses. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t say yes. I guess I would’ve had to just dream of the way your soft skin tempted me but...” He leaned close, letting his lips gently reach yours, kissing you softly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Your fingers curled in his short hair, and you felt him smile in the kiss.

He pulled away, staying an inch way, you both exchanging hot, heavy breaths. “I’m going to say now...” He let his left hand slide down your right side, softly caressing every dip and curve you had until he reached to top your thigh. “...Be careful with this leg. You stretch it too far and well...” He leaned over to your ear, his nose nuzzling against the side of your hair and breath dancing on the shell of it. “I’m going to have to fix some stitches. And I don’t want to put you through that again.”

Just as he leaned down to kiss along your jawline, he let his hand squeeze your thigh. You gasped softly and he instantly lifted himself, chuckling darkly. “You like that, baby?” He gave you another harsh squeeze, his hand easily able to wrap around your thigh, squishing the soft flesh and rubbing his thumb over to comfort again. “Mmm... you don’t even have to tell me... twoje ciało mówi za ciebie.” He slipped into Polish, though the way he was purring it, you didn’t even mind that you couldn’t understand him. It even made more of a fire spark in you, leaving what he was saying a mystery to you but you knew he was saying nice things to himself.

You gasped as he squeezed again, he leaned back, watching the way your face showed its pleasure, its desire for him. “Taka dobra dziewczynka... such a good, good girl...” He quickly kissed you, his lips feeling just as soft but he kissed you harsher, like he wanted to take you all in. He wasted no time, licking at your bottom lip. His right hand started to dip, caressing around your hip to harshly grip your ass. You let out a gasp again, but in the middle of the kiss he took his opportunity, letting his tongue lull into your mouth and wrap around yours. You instantly deepened the kiss, accepting him as lust took you over. You wanted him right now, badly. Gripping at the back of his hair, you pulled yourself as close as could. As you hummed in the kiss, slowly turning into a soft moan, you felt his lips curl up into a smile. He pulled away, laughing softly at your blushing, needy face. “Hahah... you are so cute, you know that?”

The blush grew on your cheeks, you quickly turned away, shifting your gaze as you felt flustered. When you glanced back, you saw his face had a pang of worry. Was he worried about you taking it the wrong way? “Heh... and just how long have you thought that?” You tried keeping your gaze on him to match your confident remark, but the second those slate eyes switched from worry to desire, you found yourself struggling to maintain composure around him. You just wanted to melt back into his large arms, into those hands that still traced circles on you. 

“Mmm... hard to say. I think from the day I first saw you, I was surprised they let such a beautiful girl in. I figured though, someone like you must have someone at home. Someone to enjoy those little laughs you make, the way your cheeks light up when you smile, the way you’re so passionate, dedicated on the field.” He let out an elongated sigh, his expression softening as he just gazed at your features. You noticed the way his lightly freckled cheeks blushed as you looked back, trying to not crumble as he looked at you so lovingly. “I just admired from afar... thinking how lucky the person at home must be.”

You chuckled a little bit, looking at him with a bit of pity. “Why didn’t you just ask me?”

He looked to the side as he thought, remaining silent for a good moment. It seemed even he hadn’t even thought of it. The normally confident, boisterous man who was not afraid to scream his lungs out on the field, yell all sorts of profanities at enemies and teammates alike, was struggling to ask a girl he liked if she was single? “I guess... I thought it was better to just believe you had one than ask and have it confirmed.”

You smiled again, nodding your head. You understood where he was coming from. Having it confirmed would almost be like its own form of rejection... and it seemed he never wanted to face that. “Well... I don’t have one. At least... not right now.” You smiled confidently, twirling your fingers in the little bits of hair around his neck. He smiled at you, the red of his cheeks growing brighter as you flirted with him. “...Do you wanna change that?”

He laughed deeply, a solid rumble in his chest, gripping hard at your hips and pulling him close to his own. He grinned as he brought his lips right next to yours. “Chętnie...” was all he said huskily before closing the gap, letting his tongue slip as soon as he could. You didn't mind his impatience, smiling and letting yours meet his. He gave gentle little licks, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing hard, causing you to melt more, moaning into his mouth. He smiled, but you felt the way he hummed in the kiss. You weren’t sure if it was a moan of his own or some low, animalistic growl.

He broke the kiss, still smiling, not wasting a moment to softly kiss your jawline, trailing down to kiss your neck. He let one hand roam up, gently running his hands through your hair before grabbing a handful. He was going slow though, careful not to hurt you as he pulled your head to the side. You chuckled, helping him out by leaning with him. He laughed as well, but stopped once he saw your exposed neck. Instantly he placed hot, passionate kisses on it, remaining there longer as he took deep breaths through his nose. He gave your pert ass a squeeze again, and you bit your lip, suppressing yourself to a gasp as he placed another long kiss on your neck. You definitely heard him growl this time, low and almost hard to catch with the sounds of crickets taking up most of the noise. “No dalej... Where are those pretty noises? Heheh... I wanna hear you, kotku.”

You took a moment to catch your breath, your breathing heavy as you looked at his inquisitive face. The sound of the crickets barely drowned out the noise of the wind that whistled through the branches of the trees. It was the only other noise you heard other than you two’s bated breaths, and that worried you. “What if someone hears us? And... they catch us...”

He cut you off before your mind could wander more, laughing softly. “Oh, darling... if someone interrupts me right now? Heh... they’ll be wishing I’d give them the release of death...” His voice got lower, a threatening growl taking over as he thought of it more. He kissed your neck, growling as he did, his grip on your hair getting tighter, causing a breathy gasp to come from you. “No one’s gonna catch us... we’re too far away from the cabin. It’s just you and me... Jesteś moja na cała noc...”

He continued trailing his kisses down, enjoying as you let loose, letting yourself gasp as he continued to caress and grip your body, trusting him that you wouldn’t be heard by anyone other than him. Your collarbones teased him as your shirt covered them, but just slipped out an inch. Once he kissed his way down, he pulled it to the side, starting by kissing softly but contrasted it quickly, biting hard at the sensitive bone. “A-ah~! G-Gromsko!” You gasped, surprised by the sudden pain, but not complaining as it started to feel good, especially when his hot breath traced over it, placing gentle kisses again to soothe it.

“Mmm... sorry, kochanie. Your perfect skin... Kurwa... I just have to make sure once we go back to base, all of them know you had a good time, hmm?” He raised an eyebrow playfully while looking up at you, making you giggle and blush. “Heheh... make sure they know you have someone... let them know your mine without me having to say a word.” His lips trailed up to where your shoulder met your neck, giving a kiss before latching on, sucking and letting his tongue lick around your soft flesh. You gasped again, your hand gripping on the back of his head, encouraging him to stay. He moaned softly as you pulled on his short hair, your fingers locking around him.

He gently rolled his hips forward, almost out of instinct as he wanted some release for the tension he was feeling. You felt it grind against you, hard and clearly straining the fabric of his pants. You gasped softly, heat rising both to your cheeks and your own sex. You smiled, thinking of something and acting on it without a second thought. You let your other hand trail down from his neck, tracing gently down his chest, feeling the way it rose and fell with his heavy breaths, past his abdomen, below his belt, placing your hand over and gently rubbing his hard bulge. He broke the kiss on you, bucking his hips and groaning softly, “Kurwa~...” His breathing increased as you continued, smiling cheekily as you had him panting. You were able to feel just how thick he was, his length above average. More fire lit up in you as he grinded into your delicate touch, the kissing on your neck becoming more sloppy and desperate. “Proszę, baby... Potrzebuję cię...” he said breathily into your neck, groaning as he rocked his hips against you. He looked up to you, eyes craving and begging, another spark making you feel desperate as well. “Can you say that to me, kochanie? Potrzebuję cię...”

He slowed down the way he said it, but even then you had to take a moment to wrap your head around it. He repeated it again, even slower, letting you watch the way his mouth formed around the words, almost getting lost in his soft lips as you did. You tried your best to remember each syllable as you slowly repeated back to him. “Po-trze-bu-ję cię...?”

He smiled widely as he stood up straight, looking down at you as he looked at you with lust filled eyes. “You got it, now just say it a little faster.” He gently tucked your hair behind your ear, cupping your face as you looked up at him.

“Potrzebuję cię,” you tried to say with more confidence, though it was hard to as Polish was such a different language. You were sure he was just encouraging you, no matter if it was good or bad. He closed his eyes, rolling his hips forward into your touch again as he took in your words, humming in delight. “W-what does that mean?”

He leaned down, a smirk growing on him as he leaned to your ear. “It means ‘I need you...’” Before you could respond, he hungrily kissed you again, letting his hand trail around your hip, gently rolling his fingers as he did. He let his hand dip to your front, teasing as he held his hand in place, not letting it dip further down. You felt the way he smirked in the kiss, his thumb rubbing circles as he let his hand roam to caress your inner thighs. You whined softly, every time you tried to roll your hips into his touch, his hand followed you, dodging as he wanted to tease you mercilessly. You were frustrated and started rubbing on him harder, but this only encouraged him more, as he gave your thighs a tight squeeze as he moaned in your mouth. You racked your brain, thinking back to the Polish he had said before. Potrzebuję cię meant I need you, so when he said proszę, baby...

“Proszę, Gromsko,” you hoped to god that you said it right and that it actually meant what you thought it did, please. He immediately stopped, pulling away slightly, his pupils blown out in pure desire, but his expression showed that he was stunned.

“...S-say again?” He stuttered on his words for once, in pure disbelief that you not only remembered a word and said it right, but that you even took the context and knew what it meant. You were a little nervous that you had messed up, since he didn’t verbalize that you were right, but did as he said.

“Proszę, Grom-”

“Please,” he cut you off with an airy breath before you could finish, cupping your face gently and rubbing his thumb on your cheek, staring deeply in your eyes. “Do you know how to say my name?”

You thought again, thinking back to when you’ve seen it written, Sobiesław. That l with the line through it, if you recalled right, it made the w sound. And then the w would be pronounced like v, like how it is in kurwa. Swav, that’s at least how the last part was pronounced. “Sobiesław...” You weren’t too sure, and your lack of confidence showed as you spoke it quietly.

He chuckled softly, his smile warming your heart and reassuring you. “Close, kotku... Sobiesław...” He said, placing emphasis on the ie sound. You had pronounced it like ee, like how it is most times in English, but the way he said it, it had that ee sound for a split second, then dropped to an eh sound. You tried to keep it in mind as you repeated it back.

“Sobiesław...?”

His smile grew as his lids fell, leaning close to you again. “You got it...”

You smiled as well, happy you got it right, giggling softly as you looked him in the eyes, “Proszę, Sobiesław~...”

“Well... since you asked so nicely...” His smile didn’t drop as he leaned in to kiss you, throwing his gloves off before raising his hand to undo your belt, making quick work of your button too. Your breathing increased in anticipation. He lifted up from the kiss, letting you two exchange hot breaths. He dipped his hand down past the waistband of your panties, wasting no time as he let his calloused finger slip between your folds, your gasp quickly turning to a moan as he rubbed at your clit. His eyes bored into you, his smile increasing as his pupils dilated even more. His mouth hung open slightly as he chuckled lowly. “Fuck... you’re so wet already?”

He hummed as he let his finger continue to tease you, going up and down, just barely grazing your entrance. As your breath got heavier, you continued to paw at his own pants desperately, grinding instinctively against his hand as you felt him twitch, begging to come out, begging for more. He groaned as he gave you what you wanted, letting his finger slip in. You cried out softly, his much bigger finger stretching you slightly, but slipping in easily from how wet you were. Your grip on him tightened, his hips bucking harshly into your hand as you did, clearly enjoying it. He looked down at you with heavy lids, watching as your mouth hung open from everytime you moaned, his fingers making you melt into his touch, every thrust making it hard to keep your eyes open.

“Kurwa...” he said in a low growl under his breath. He slipped his finger out, making you whine as you were longing for more of it. He backed away, even getting out of reach of your touch, making you worried something was wrong. His face still showed his craving, letting his finger slip into his mouth. His eyes shut as he took it all in, only opening as he pulled it out, his tongue barely grazing on it as he did. You saw it in his eyes, a type of fervor you hadn’t seen up until now. He placed both his hands on your pants, pulling down as much as he could. You gasped, happy you hadn’t messed up and helped him out with taking your pants off. He spoke through gritted teeth, “Cholernie cię potrzebuję...”

He let one his hands hold you by the small of your back, the other holding and gripping at the soft, exposed flesh of your ass. You gasped and chuckled, rolling your body into his touch, making him smile too. He leaned in, giving you small pecks of kisses before he started to lean back, bringing you with him. He lifted from your lips, his face longing for you as you had a bit of a confused expression, wondering where he was going with this. “Please, baby... sit on my face...”

Immediately your expression turned stunned, blush creeping onto your cheeks again. You appreciated him being direct with what he wanted, but just hearing it out loud... and then your brain imagining it. You spoke just as breathlessly as he did, “Y-you want me to sit on your face?”

“Yes~...” he said, his words almost starting to slur, like he was losing himself completely to pleasure, getting drunk off the sexual tension. “I want to taste you, I want your thighs around me, I want you grinding on me, pleeeaaase...” He whined as he started to kiss your neck again, begging for what he wanted. You giggle, running your hands through his hair.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” You felt him smile against your neck as he pulled up. He started leaning back again, his eyes looking deeply into yours until he had to fall back fully. You stepped yourself over his shoulders, currently on your knees on top of him. He had a big smile on his face, pulling his arms up so he could wrap his hands around the front of your thighs, his fingers resting on your inner thigh. You still felt the blush on your cheeks, feeling so exposed to him, but he quickly alleviated that anxiety, pulling you down slowly. He took a deep breath in just as you met him, the warm breath as he breathed out traced your clit, already igniting a fire in you. He gave a small, tentative lick to test the waters, you gasped in response. It seemed he wanted to just test it, see what you would like, but as soon as he tasted you, he lost any control he had. You felt him growl again, the vibrations making you jolt as his tongue immediately went faster, up and down. He gripped harder on your thighs, pulling you closer, your thighs spilling to the sides of his face, the little scraps of stubble and facial hair tickling at your inner thighs. It was a lot of sensations all at once, making you cry out his name, “S-Sobiesław~!”

He chuckled under you, sending more vibrations to your core as they traveled through his tongue. He pulled away slightly, looking up at you through lust struck eyes, “Lubisz to, kochanie?” He was slipping into Polish the more he slipped into his own pleasure. You weren’t even sure if it was because he didn’t want to translate, or if it was because he couldn’t anymore. Though he asked you a question, he didn’t wait for a response, immediately bringing you back to his mouth and licking up to your clit. He gave lots of little licks, little laps before latching on and kissing, sucking at it softly. You moaned more, running out of breath as he continued. Your hand went down to his hair, tightly bawling in his hair. You didn’t want to hurt him but it was hard when you were losing yourself to pleasure as well. He didn’t mind at all though, humming a moan in response directly into you. You cried out his name again as you cursed, moaning uncontrollably under his touch. He started to laugh, and it seemed like any noise he made set off a spark inside you. Your hips started to buck against him instinctively, especially as he let his tongue drift lower and lap at your ever growing wet entrance. It would even occasionally slip inside, and he would purposely hum to set you off. You could feel the way he smiled everytime you reacted, enjoying every bit of torturous teasing. His hands squeezed at your thighs, loving the way the plump flesh surrounded him and how it spilled on his fingers. You wondered how on earth he was breathing under there as he pulled you even closer to him, the warm breath from his nose answered your question. Your grip on his hair tightened as you felt the way it danced on your clit.

He finally released himself from your pussy, drenched with his own saliva and your juices. He looked up at you, barely being able to see the blue of them just due to how dilated they were. He scooted himself up so he could see your panting, longing face look back at him, confused why he stopped. “Poł-... L-lay back.”

You were in such a lust-addled state that you did what he said with no hesitation, scooting your legs back to meet his hips, as he started to scoot himself out from under you. “D-don’t you want anything done for you, baby?” You asked, desperately wanting to repay him for the pleasure he’s already made you feel.

He shook his head as he sat up, “I’m fine... I just want to make you feel good...” As you continued to lay down, he ran his hand down your abdomen, reaching where your bandage was. He pressed lightly, running his hands over where the stitching was, no doubt checking to make sure none had popped. His eyes met yours again as his hands trailed down your thighs. “You’ve been through a lot today, not to mention your good work... I think it deserves a reward, no?”

He let his hands drift under your thighs, his arm trailing as he pulled you up onto his shoulders, barely lifting you from the ground as he was laying down himself. His hand slid to your wet cunt, running up and down on your lips, he glanced at you again, gauging your reaction. You bit your lip softly, gasping as you wanted to respond to him. “A-ah~! Y-you did good today, too... you deserve stuff too...”

Your breathing was getting in the way of you trying to talk, struggling to not moan between your words as he continued to tease you. He looked up at you inquisitively, cocking a brow as you spoke. “Yeah? How so?”

You caught whatever whimper you were about to let out in your throat, instead just answering him breathily, “I-... If that guy had... mmm~... had come up, I probably would have... been screwed... A-Ah~!” You cried out at the end of your sentence as he slipped two fingers in you with ease. Your head fell back as you closed your eyes, but you could hear the snickering under you.

“Mhmm~...” He laughed as he hummed to himself, pumping into you ever so slowly. “That is true... but you were the one who called out that he was there, yeah?” He looked up at you expecting a response, but you still were just moaning from his fingers. This was what he was taking pleasure in right now, seeing you struggle to form an answer while he was finger fucking you, losing yourself on him. “You watched while I choked him out, hmm? You know I know how to control a choke... I wonder if you thought about me doing that to you... fucking you with my hard cock while I choke you, already struggling to breath due to how breathless I leave you?”

You cried out as you thought of it, him giving you a harsh thrust and curling up his fingers, almost like a reward in itself for thinking that way. “Y-Yes~! God... fuck, I do, Sobie~...” You were whining out his name, your hips bouncing back on him as you were getting off to the thought of it.

He laughed darkly, quickening his pace and making you moan wantonly. “Heheh... maybe some other time... Do you know what I want right now, kochanie?”

You tried to catch your breath, becoming a mess under him, able to choke out a “W-What?” under your breath.

You looked down at him, seeing him smile just as deviously as his laugh, pulling his left arm out from under your leg to be by side, leaning up to your ear. Consequently, it pulled your good leg up more, letting his right hand that was harshly thrusting in reach even deeper. He spoke through gritted teeth, his breath hot on your ear as he did, “I want to fuck you and make you cum over and over again, until we’re both messes that can’t even think straight... until we forget the world and just focus on how good we feel... aż nie będę w stanie niczego przetłumaczyć...” With every pause, he thrust deeply into you, making you cry out. He’d curl his fingers up just to torture you more, and you could hear the way his lips curled up into a smile with every reaction you had. You bucked your hips into him, wanting more and more, loving the idea he had.

He lowered himself back down, quickly wrapping his arm back around your leg to lift you up. He brought his mouth to your clit as soon as he could, latching on and suckling, not letting up on his barrage to your pussy. You cried out another curse, surprised you were screaming out of instinct, especially as his lust filled eyes locked with you again. You felt him smile, lifting up slightly. “Mmm~... I liked feeling your thighs on my face but... I think I like watching that pretty face moan my name more~...” Just as he finished his statement, he started lapping at your clit, able to see the way he was bouncing his tongue on it. And you did as he said, moaned out his name, making him chuckle on you. “That’s it... dobra dziewczynka~...” He cooed on you as he continued to lap at you, never seeming to stop getting wetter under his touch.

As he curled his fingers again you felt it. The world starting to slow as you bounced yourself against him, losing your breath as your closed eyes started seeing flashes. You felt your pussy clench on his fingers, but he quickly pulled them out. You whined, you were just about at your release, and he had stopped. You quickly opened your eyes, in your pure pleasure you hadn’t even felt that he let go of your thighs, stood on his knees in front of you, looking down as he undid his own belt. It made another pang of excitement hit you, almost cumming in anticipation of him. You wondered what your lustful face looked like as he started smiling and chuckling as he looked at you, pulling down his pants and boxers in one go. It sprung up immediately, him growling as the cool night air hit him. It was just as you felt even when it was confined, thick and clearly rigid as a rock as he wrapped his hand around it. He leaned down, both arms to the sides of you as he slowly pumped himself, just inches away from you. “Sorry, darling... I wanted to make sure you were nice and ready for me... So I could just...”

He quickly brushed his head just against your entrance, making sure he was lined up and thrusted his whole length in, in one go. You cried out, gripping hard onto his back as the knot in your stomach released, cumming as soon as you felt his head hit deep inside you. He growled right in your ear as he felt you tighten around him, gasping himself as he cooed praise in your ear, “There you go~... Taaaak, dobra dziewczynka~... Good girl~... Keep cumming for me... Kurwa~, kontynuuj cumming dla mnie...” It helped you as you came down from your high, though you were sure his back was going to look wartorn by the time you were done. You slowly caught your breath, opening your eyes and seeing him completely still inside you, him also breathing heavily as he looked at you. “T-tell me when you’re ready for me to move, kochan-”

You cut him off before he could finish, kissing him out of pure passion as his hips bucked slightly into yours, making you moan as your tongue slipped to meet his. The kiss was sloppy, desperate, but still showed just how much passion you were having. You broke the kiss, looking deep into his eyes. “...How do you say ‘fuck me’ in Polish?”

You saw the way his eyes instantly dilated, just from hearing you say it in English. “...Pieprz mnie.” He was hesitant, though his breath remained heavy in his voice, he was wondering what you were plotting.

“Proszę, pieprz mnie, Sobiesław.”

He shut his eyes in pleasure, rolling them back as he rolled his hips back. “Oh mój jebany Boże~...” He thrust into you deeply, making you cry out again. You were still hypersensitive from the orgasm, you could feel the way you were still tight around him as he stretched you out. The thing was though that since you were so dazed, so love drunk already, you didn't even feel a single twinge of pain as he kept thrusting his thick cock in you. Maybe that was his plan, to get you to orgasm so you didn’t have to feel anything other than pure ecstasy as he entered... or maybe he just wanted you to cum on his dick first thing... both seemed valid.

He thrust into you evenly, his pace constant as his hips rolled perfectly, going deep inside of your tightening walls. You smiled as you lifted your hips up slightly, bring your feet under your knees, allowing him to hit you at an even more nirvanic angle as he followed. You were moaning constantly, unable to help yourself but you heard the way your pitch spiked once his hard head hit that one spot in you. His eyes were trained on you the whole time, watching your face intently when his eyes weren’t shut, taking in his own pleasure, mouth hung agape as he was breathing heavily, occasionally moaning himself. His mouth turned to a devilish smile though when your head flew back after hitting that spot, his hands holding your hips as he sat up on his knees.

“Right, there? You want to be fucked right there?” He growled his words as his stare intensified, solidifying his point by showing an example, thrusting harshly against your g-spot.

You cried out again, back arching as the grip on your hips tightened, making sure you wouldn’t roll yourself off him. “Ahh~! Y-yes, like that! Fuck, Sobie... please, don’t fucking stop~” You words came out dazed and desperate, almost starting to slur like you were getting drunk of his cock thrusting so deeply into you. Though you heard it too in his voice, words starting to slur when he had ate your pussy.

“Wasn’t planning on it...” He chuckled, though it was hard to keep up a joking demeanor when he felt so good. “Kurwa~... Boże, jak ciasno~...” You started bouncing yourself back against him, fucking yourself on him to take in as much pleasure as you could. It was hard though as your legs started shaking, losing focus as you felt your muscles tightening around him, heightening your senses again to only the sheer ecstasy of his cock slamming into you relentlessly. You heard him laugh darkly above you, grabbing your hips tighter and fucking you even harder. “You gonna cum again, kotku? Ahahaha~... Don’t hold yourself back... No dalej, kochanie, dojdź dla mnie~...”

Even though you had no clue what he was saying, you immediately gave in, coming undone on his cock. You were left a spasming mess again, only held up by his strong hands wrapping around you and his praise showering you. “Good girl, mmm~... Kurwa, you feel like heaven~...” His thrusts slowed, letting you calm down from your orgasm, but still letting himself enjoy every little twitch, every contraction, every bit of extra sensitivity you had. You slowly came to, still feeling his slower, much more shallow thrust as he lets his hands drift to your thighs. Your orgasms seemed to leave you hypersensitive everywhere, feeling the fiery tingle even just as he dragged his fingertips over your soft flesh. He noticed the way you were looking at him, almost looking light-headed, looking up through heavy lids and gorgeous lashes, lust making your pupils take over your entire eye color. Just the way he wanted you... cock drunk beyond all imagination, so sensitive from orgasm after orgasm that you forgot even about the pain from your gash.

He let his hands slip just under your lower thigh, lifting up your left leg easily, but being more gentle with your right. Your left leg rested easily on his shoulder as he placed it there, letting his right hand reach over and trail along your stomach, pressing on your bandage as he kept lifting up your right leg slowly, watching you seriously to see your reaction. He was able to lift straight up, unable to feel any pain especially as his dick was still buried deep inside you. He let out a sigh of relief, returning his right hand to hold your other leg. “Good... you are holding up... thank fucking god because I know you only got one more left in you and I want to make sure I’m nice and deep when I cum with you~...”

His voice trailed off as he smiled wickedly, almost purring his statement as he made good on his word, immediately thrusting deeper than he did before. You screamed out, not caring anymore about your volume, or perhaps not even realizing as you just gave into the pleasure. Your hands were gripping hard at the blanket under you, glad you had laid it out as it helped ground you as he pounded into you. Your eyes rolled back in your head, trying to focus on him and watching as his cock disappeared into you. He seemed to be enjoying that sight too, but much more, he loved watching your face screw into pure bliss, crying out his name in choked breaths, moans becoming more hoarse as he never stopped pounding into you. He loved just how much you were enjoying this... that he was making you feel this way. He felt on top of the world.

His pace quickened as he felt you tighten again, the stars creeping at you faster from all the previous orgasms. Your throat felt tight, dehydrated from moaning and whining from him, your hand flew up from the blanket up to your own leg, desperately clawing at his hand to help you out, give you some sort of grounding. He quickly took it, squeezing as he leaned even closer to you. “Kurwa... Nie mogę... I can’t hold back~... Come on, kochanie~... so fucking good for me... taking me so well... Proszę... dojdź ze mną... Cum with me...”

His voice was airy, his thrust going even faster as he desperately chased his own ending, finally letting himself go. It took nothing for you, but the fast and deep thrust helped tip you over the edge as you finished on him for a third time, fingers interlacing with his and gripping hard. He gripped just as hard back as you tightened around him, almost as if your body was begging for you wordlessly for him to stay just as deep, to stay all the way in as he...

He growled as both his grip on your thigh and hand tightened exponentially, making you cry out even more as you spasmed under him. “Moja... Jesteś cała kurwa moja...” He growled directly in your ear as he leaned over, doing one finally thrust as his growl transitioned to a moan. You felt it, his hot, thick load cum into your hypersensitive walls, able to feel every drop drip down you as he made sure your legs stayed up right. He did small, shallow thrusts to keep himself stimulated but for the most part, his hips stayed completely flush with yours. He made sure you were not going to miss a single drop from him.

You both slowly opened your eyes, meeting each other with hands still interlocked, exchanging heavy pants as he remained leaning over you. It was almost like you were both in complete disbelief, the world frozen as you two took in the lingering feeling, and the new feeling arising post coitus. Instantly, he brought his mouth to yours, kissing you more passionately than ever, the only way to relieve this feeling, to express how he felt. Your other hand rose from the blanket to wrap around his neck, the little bits of his hair pouring over and tangling with your fingers. He was still holding your leg, but let go, letting them fall off his shoulders as they laid down more comfortably. He broke the kiss, looking deeply into your eyes, his head lightly shaking in disbelief. “Kurwa, byłaś zajebista...”

You giggled softly, looking at him with light hearted confusion. “And that means...?”

He looked taken aback a moment, before clearing his throat. “You were fucking amazing...”

Your laugh continued, though you kept it quiet, trying not to offend him by thinking you were laughing at him. Part of you thought though maybe had completely forgotten he needed to translate. “Mmm... I can say the same... holy shit, how many times did I...?”

Your voice trailed off, not needing to finish before he could answer you. “Three...” His smile was wide, proud of himself. “Heheh... I think I can go for more next time... maybe even a couple from me too...” Still as cocky and overzealous as usual, but you had to admit, it attracted you even more to him. Not to mention the prospect of it was enticing... maybe you would have to remember to stop by his dorm more often.

He slowly pulled himself out, you hadn’t even realized he was still inside until you felt it, making you gasp slightly out of instinct. He leaned up and reached over, grabbing the towel he threw aside early and putting it right under you. You helped him out, lifting your legs and not letting them down until you were sure it was under you. You also didn’t want to ruin your blanket, though you were sure it was slightly stained forever from you two tonight. He sat back as he watched you set your legs down, watching his seed slowly spill out of you in awe. He bit his lip, his cock twitching at the sight. Almost by instinct, he let his hand drift down, sliding past your folds and letting two fingers in. You gasped at the feeling, starting to sit up as you locked eyes with him. “S-Sobie... I can’t-”

He cut you off, giving you a small kiss to gently silence you. “I know you can’t take anymore tonight, kotku. Mmm... I just can’t help it when you feel so good...” He smiled softly, leaning over to your ear as he whispered, “I want to make sure every bit stays in... Kurwa, you just look so beautiful dripping with my cum...”

You blushed at the comment, smiling back as you turned to look at him. You locked your lips with his again, with lazy but strong love drunk passion. True to his word, his fingers stayed completely still, even as you adjusted and, out of instinct, grinded against him, he remained them as stable as could be.

The kiss broke after a few moments, letting his fingers slip out at the same time. He looked at the way they shined in the dim lighting, your own wet juices mixed with his cum. He locked eyes with you as he took his middle finger into his mouth, letting it come out trailing on his tongue. He couldn’t help but smile as he saw a blush return to your cheeks, biting your lip as you watched him. He held his hand up to your mouth, offering you his ring finger that was still wet. You smiled, coyly wrapping your tongue around the tip before taking him in. The way it tasted... you made a mental note for next time to make sure he got some head of his own. But the way he was watching you, mouth agape as he felt the way you sucked his finger clean, something told you he would desperately want that.

He hastily pulled his finger out, clearing his throat as he broke eye contact, looking at the ground. “Cholera... Nope... Can’t be doing this again, I’ll get myself too excited.” He pulled his boxers up, sitting on his knees as he pulled his pants up. He reached over while pulling his fly up, tossing your pants to you. As you put your panties back on, you knew tomorrow was gonna be... somewhat uncomfortable to you. Most certainly they would be ruined, especially if he tried teasing you on comms. Maybe that would be his next mission.

Once you had your pants back on, you laid back, crashing onto the ground with the blanket breaking your fall. You didn’t even care, didn’t even feel anything as you were still in pure bliss from him. He quickly looked over to you, hearing your body softly fall, genuine concern in his eyes. “You okay, kochanie?”

You smiled and nodded. “Mhmm... you just wore me out, that’s all...”

The concern immediately dropped, smiling and softly laughing to himself. “Is that so? Hmm... maybe I’ll have to go more gentle next time?” He slowly lowered himself behind you, his broad chest against your back as his warm arm acted as a blanket.

“No, no,” you said quickly, earning another laugh from him. “I can take it just... fuck, that was so good.”

You felt him smile a big grin as he pressed his lips on the crown of your head, softly kissing it. “I’m glad you like it, because you were... God, words can’t even describe you...”

You smiled softly, happy that you were both mutually pleased. The way you both had the best time... wanting more but now just enjoying this moment you had. You held tightly onto his arm, snuggling yourself into him and shutting your eyes, taking in everything about him; the soft smell of cigarettes and gunpowder, the sound of his heart softly thumping in his chest, the feeling as he breathed deeply with you against him. With your eyes closed and feeling so relaxed, worn out from everything still, you found it hard not to doze off. “Mmm... you’re gonna be on first watch then, right?”

You heard him laugh softly, his other hand lifting to tuck your hair behind your ear. “I wouldn’t worry about that... I’m not going anywhere right now...” He pressed another kiss to your head, taking longer as he took a deep breath in. “If I die tonight, I’ll die happily with you in my arms...”

You didn’t even care because you absolutely agreed. You two were too far out, no one would find you. You would much rather enjoy the presence of his warm, cuddly body as you fell asleep.

Translations! Kurwa- Fuck/Fucking. Multiple Polish ppl told me this is like the most universal curse and it is basically used like how we say fuck/fucking in English. Nie- No Maleńka- little. Literally just translates to little but is a diminutive generally used toward smaller girls. Cholera- Shit/Fuck/Damn. This one doesn't have a direct translation but again, is more of an exclamation you say Ej dupku- Hey asshole Oko za oko!- An eye for an eye Dobra- Alright O, ona wie, co znaczy ‘kurwa’? Co za mądra dziewczyna.- Oh, so she knows what 'kurwa' means? What a smart girl. Ja pierdolę- Fuck me/Fuck's sake Kurwa... Dlaczego uważam to za...- Fuck... why do I find this... (he cuts himself off before he says 'why do I find this hot') Kochanie- darling/dear/baby, pet name Kotku- kitty/kitten Twoje ciało mówi za ciebie.- Your body is talking for you. Taka dobra dziewczynka...- Such a good girl... Chętnie...- Gladly... No dalej...- Come on... Jesteś moja na cała noc...- And you are all mine tonight... Proszę, baby... Potrzebuję cię...- Please, baby... I need you... Cholernie cię potrzebuję...- I fucking need you... Lubisz to, kochanie?- You like it, baby? Poł-- he cuts himself off before he says 'Połóż się' which is lay back Aż nie będę w stanie niczego przetłumaczyć...- Until I can't even translate myself anymore. Taaaak...- Yessss Kontynuuj cumming dla mnie...- Keep cumming for me... Oh mój jebany Boże~...- Oh my fucking God~... Boże, jak ciasno~...- God, so tight~... No dalej, kochanie, dojdź dla mnie~...- Come on, darling, cum for me~... Nie mogę...- he cuts himself off before he says 'Nie mogę się powstrzymać' which is I can't hold myself back Proszę... dojdź ze mną...- Please... cum with me... Moja... Jesteś cała kurwa moja...- Mine... you're all fucking mine... Kurwa, byłaś zajebista...- Shit, you were fucking amazing...

[winters8child]

It´s been a long, long time

Chapter 20

With the return of all the soldiers that Steve had saved, the mood in our camp lifted. There was a newfound sense of hope among the men; friends who had feared the worst embraced one another, and the infirmary became a whirlwind of activity, filled with soldiers in need of care. I tried to focus on my tasks, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Bucky. I was finishing up a bullet wound when he stepped into my tent.

"I have some scratches I’d like you to look at, ma’am," he said, his eyes locking onto mine.

Another nurse, who was free, approached him. "I can take care of that, Sergeant," she offered. But Bucky shook his head, his gaze never leaving me.

"I’ll wait," he said.

She looked disappointed but soon was occupied with other soldiers.

"That’s it for now," I said, gently pressing a fresh bandage on his arm. "Just come back tomorrow so I can check on your bandages."

Bucky sat down on the cot, and I could see the weariness in his eyes. He took my hand, and I started to tear up again, struggling to maintain my composure. "Are you hurt, Sergeant Barnes?" I asked, trying to focus on his scratches.

"No, I’m fine. I still can’t believe this is real," he said, his thumb brushing over my hand as if to reassure himself that I was really here. He pressed a tender kiss to my hand, his eyes searching mine for any hint of illusion.

"Katie, I’m taking a break," I called over to the nurse, leading Bucky out of the infirmary and into my personal tent where I spent my nights. As soon as we were inside, I fell into his arms, the tears I had been holding back pouring out. He held me close, his hands soothingly stroking my back.

"I’m sorry," I whispered through my tears. "You should not have to comfort me."

Bucky shook his head, a sad smile on his lips. "No need to apologize. You don’t want to know how much I cried on the way here."

He cupped my face and closed the distance between us, kissing me softly at first, as if testing the waters. The time apart had left me yearning for his touch, so I deepened the kiss, pulling him closer as our bodies pressed together. The kiss grew more intense, filled with the passion and longing we had kept at bay for so long. His hands roamed over me, igniting flames of desire with each touch, and our breaths mingled in a desperate embrace.

We broke apart when I heard someone calling my name from outside. It was Katie, reminding me that the infirmary was getting busy. "I’ll be right out," I said breathlessly, hearing her footsteps fade away.

I hugged Bucky quickly before stepping out of the tent, returning to the chaos of the infirmary. I worked through the afternoon, barely pausing as soldiers continued to arrive with fresh injuries. When the flow of patients finally slowed, I stepped outside and took a deep breath of the crisp air.

There, by the lake, I saw Bucky and Steve sitting together, deep in conversation. The sight of them almost brought tears to my eyes. I approached them, trying to sound casual. "Hello, gentlemen. I hope I’m not intruding."

I ran my hand gently through Bucky’s hair as he looked up at me with a warm smile. Steve patted the spot beside him. "I was just telling Bucky about the Super Soldier business, Dr. Erskine, and how we moved in together."

I felt a pang of something unidentifiable at his words, and I sat down beside Steve, trying to gauge Bucky’s reaction. He looked calm, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes as he took in the way Steve and I were sitting close.

"Look at us, the three musketeers back together," Bucky said, a sad smile on his face.

Steve chuckled. "Isn’t it the four musketeers?"

Bucky’s eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief. "Well, we’ll have to find a fourth. How about Agent Carter? She seems to be giving you the puppy-dog eyes."

Steve glanced at me, a genuine smile on his face. "I haven’t really noticed," he said, and I felt myself blush, focusing on a piece of grass in my lap.

When I looked up, I saw Bucky watching Steve and me, his gaze lingering on the way Steve occasionally touched my hand. The realization of what had changed between us seemed to hit him all at once.

"Well, it’s late, and I’ve got an early morning tomorrow," Steve said, giving me a gentle kiss on the cheek. He clapped Bucky on the shoulder. "I’m so glad you’re back, buddy."

As Steve walked to his tent, I sat there, feeling the weight of unspoken words between Bucky and me. The silence stretched until Bucky finally spoke.

"It’s okay, you know," he said quietly, his voice betraying the hurt he was trying to hide. "I did tell you to live your life."

I shook my head, tears welling up in my eyes. "It’s not what you think, Bucky. My feelings for you haven’t changed."

"But your feelings for Steve did?" Bucky asked, his voice trembling slightly. "Did you tell him about us? About what happened before I left? Because I think he deserves to know."

I took his hand, hoping he would understand. "It’s not like that, Bucky. We might have grown closer, but nothing happened… I mean, we only kissed once, and it didn’t go beyond that."

Bucky searched my eyes. "Is that how Steve sees it? Because I saw the way he looks at you. He always loved you, but there was hope in his eyes. If you two want to be together, I won’t stand in your way. I love you both, and if you’re happy together, what more could I ask for?"

His words broke my heart, and I struggled to find the right response. In a perfect world, this wouldn’t be a problem. I loved them both, and they loved me. How could we navigate this tangled web?

He wiped my tears away and whispered, "I’m okay," as he took my hand and walked me to my tent. We stood there, the moments stretching between us, neither of us ready to say goodnight. Finally, Bucky pulled me close, our fingers entwining. His proximity made my heart race, and the scent of him was intoxicating. Our breaths mingled as he leaned in, and with a gentle shake of his head, he whispered, "I’m not okay," before kissing me deeply.

Next Chapter

[fyodoro]

“I’m listening”

How are they with a reader who rambles a lot?

Including Akito Shinonome, Rui Kamishiro and Toya Aoyagi

These guys are listeners, tooth rotting fluff, probably ooc akito

Akito Shinonome

Akito was slightly caught off guard the first time you rambled to him about something you particularly liked, but he wasn’t annoyed by it. He was just surprised how much passion you had for your interests beneath the surface.

Akito won’t interrupt you, he wouldn’t. But he worries that you might get the wrong idea that he’s not listening or doesn’t care, or worse, both. So he’ll nod his head and focus on your face to reassure you he’s listening.

On some days, Akito might look into the topic you were just rambling about to participate in the conversation more. He might even take a liking to it himself at some point during the research. He’ll smile to himself, because his lovely partner has real good taste.

After a long day of practice, most people would want to relax and tune the world out, but not Akito. Hearing you ramble about the things you love refreshes him, it might not fix his exhaustion but it will fix any sourness left in him. And he’s grateful you’re always waiting for him at your meeting spot to go home with him on these days.

As you two lie around in his room for the night, Akito will ask you if you can tell him about something, anything. Once his eyes start feeling heavier, he’ll situate his head on your lap to remain focused on you.

“Don’t worry, I’m still listening.”

Rui Kamishiro

Rui also rambles a lot, so he knows how it can feel if the person you’re rambling to isn’t listening or doesn’t care. Because of this, he makes it crystal clear from the start he cares. Poor guy just doesn’t wanna be like the people who hurt him.

He’ll sit in front of you like a kid in pre-k during story time. Rui is asking you questions about this topic and making his own opinions on parts he’s heard. In fact- he’s actually interested now, and wants to learn more about it as well as try it.

Bonus points if the interest is science related, because oh my… Rui would go all out trying different experiments with you and would write things you might not have known down to show you. He’s really happy he has someone who enjoys “weird” things like he does.

Rui will go out of his way to make you figures related to your interests. Show, movie, book? He’s already making a figure of your favorite character. Plants? He’s making a mini garden. You have a collection of all these figures of everything you’ve liked, even the ones you might hate now., simply ‘cause Rui made those for you.

“Don’t look ashamed dear, I’m listening.”

Toya Aoyagi

Toya is the most attentive of the bunch. He loves seeing the sparkle in your eye as you get more and more excited about the topic. The boy is just as focused on your words as he is on your body language.

Toya will also look into your interests so he can understand them better, and reassure you he does care about what you have to say. He’ll buy little gifts related to what you like as well. If you ask how you can pay Toya back, he’ll only smile and say to keep learning more about what you love.

Other times, Toya will try to initiate these conversations. Telling you about what he learned and how it reminded him of you. Your response of pure glee puts him at ease and feels proud of the fact you aren’t embarrassed to ramble to him no matter the time.

Since Toya helps at a library, he’ll set aside books about what you like at the moment. If you’re interest IS books, this boy is reserving the whole library for you. He’ll convince you to also help around the library just so you can see all the different pieces of literature in there.

It’s clear to Toya when you’re tired, so there’s no escaping from him trying to get you to bed. The circles under your eyes are slightly visible/more visible and he’s not letting you neglect resting any longer.

“I can see you’re exhausted ( Name ), shall we talk till you fall asleep? I’ll listen.”

[yuseirra]

"I'm honestly really nervous before every new chapter drops, I'm scared of being proven wrong if I am... you see, I'm even prepared to take down my works if what I've come up with ends up to be entirely false! But I keep drawing out of spite and determination through it all because there are things I think I can see."

Just wanted to tell you this: be proud of your work, and please never take them down. Even if they prove false in the end, even if you think they could be better. They are your passion and time manifest, and the fandom would be lesser without them. So what if you end up wrong? Yes, they might 'just' be scratchy fan comics, but works like these are the beating heart of this fandom! It doesn't matter what ends up in the manga, I will always appreciate you sharing this happier vision of what could have been. You are not and will never be alone in what you see.

Thank you so much, Oh thank you!! This is really, really sweet. I want to make better replies, I don't want to make it sound bland.. but I'm at a loss of words.. I'm reading it over a few times, trying to think of something, what I can say is that I really want to keep this message. You should see how I am right now.. haha I'm sitting down on my chair going "Oh....!!" I'm happy about it. It's heartwarming to hear this from you. Thank you, I wonder what makes me so afraid... It's not that I have to be in the right, but I don't want to make mistakes because there are so many touchy themes that are being tackled in this piece...if I interpret it wrong, I fear it may be able to hurt people?

This is so assuring to read!/// Ah yes, I'm not alone! That makes me smile. "Happier version", it'd be nice if what I draw's being taken that way! It's nice to think about that stuff, isn't it?

I appreciate your ask a lot too! thank you for sharing your thoughts with me, appreciating, caring, spending your attention, I'll keep brainstorming and come up with more things when I can! If there's more thrown in the original piece, there'd be a lot more I can work with '-').. hikaai involves two very complex characters, they give me a lot of room to think about. I started to take more interest in the subject of child abuse/the treatment of young children after having read this comic, has that happened to anyone else? XD It doesn't dive into the subject that deep but it displays the psyche of such children really well... I hope children grow up safe and healthy.

Oh, this is maybe unrelated but today I listened to a new track from P3R right, and the song has A REALLY SIMILAR VIBE to Fatal and Mephisto in a way, the way it talks about loss.. and doing something in desperation after it.

Survived the worst But the worse has yet to come and I, Don't do this to me now, I've gone numb(ah)

There's no returning no matter how much you want it.  It burns me to the core of my body know it (know it)  Now is not the right time for anything, So stop loading!  STAY AWAY FROM ME! 

Feeling half awake and half asleep, but rather be in sleep and dream the days of peace  Unbecoming everything that I wanted to be  Someone tell me, what should I do next?

Already lost my keys to the door once shut. Only had one wish, now it's never gonna come true...  Trapped in time, forever in remorse

How could I ever be in peace when nothing else matters to me!?

It's SO fitting and similar, huh! I guess I have this taste, huh, I keep getting into fandoms with these same themes..!

See you again soon! I'm going to think of something to draw over the weekend! 'v')/ It'll be nice if I can create more things we can enjoy together!

[sitp-recs]

Hello Liv, hope you are well ❤️ Thank you for the amazing work you do, I am so glad I started following you.

I am struggling a bit at the moment, and was wondering if you had some cozy drarry to recommend? Could be hurt/comfort or anything else, but preferably not to explicit. If you know of some where either of them is dealing with figuring out they are asexual that would be great, but I haven't really found many fics with this before, so no worries if you don't.

Again thank you so much for all that you do, I really appreciate it ❣️

Hello darling, I’m sorry to hear it’s been a rough time for you 🫂 here are some of my favourite comfort fics that I’m always revisiting to lift my spirits. All of them are T-rated, except for Nice Things (M). I hope they help! Take care 💜

Ace Drarry:

Glowing by @cavendishbutterfly (10k)

Harry's lived alone and vampiric in his cottage for ages, until a long-lived Draco Malfoy suddenly shows up to answer an advertisement Harry had practically forgotten he'd put in the Prophet.

Passion Cake by @icmezzo (19k)

It’s all about desire. (Harry orders a magically enhanced cake from a chic London bakery, and from there it all goes to hell in a cake tin. Also, will someone please tell Harry what Passion Cake is?)

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by nerakrose and dustmouth (96k)

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.

Misc:

Waiting for that Feeling by @sorrybutblog (4k)

Draco Malfoy has a car and Harry Potter is on the case! Featuring Muggle car repair, a road trip to Cornwall, and falling in love in a Ford Fiesta.

Thermodynamic Equilibrium by @dorthyanndrarry (5k)

Harry's far too hot. Draco's always cold. And somehow against all odds, together they create a perfect equilibrium.

Life goes not backward by @shealwaysreads (9k)

Harry still isn’t used to gifts, but this one is different. A story of coming home, finding safe ground, and the wild courage of putting down roots.

warmest part of the winter (orphaned, 11k)

It’s not even a balcony, it’s just a window with a bit of a ledge, and Draco’s read Shakespeare anyway, he knows how this one ends.

How We Throw Our Shadows Down by thistle_verse (14k)

Draco has finally found the perfect, rare piece to complete his collection. The only problem is that the item belongs to Harry Potter, the last wizard on earth Draco wants to ask another favour from.

The Snitch-Maker by Omi_Ohmy (21k)

Draco is content with his Snitches, with the tap tap tap of his hammer, and the tiny gears and sharp scent of metal in his workshop - until one day Harry Potter appears, asking for help to solve a rash of Snitch-tampering in the Quidditch world.

With Great Yawns and Stretchings by sugar_screw (22k)

The coffee is very good. Really. And the cats are so cute. That's why Harry goes so often.

Nice Things by aideomai (M, 22k)

The first thing that happened was Theodore Nott came back from France.

Doing the Lambeth Walk by @blamebrampton (26k)

There are only three traditional choices for the cashed-up hero after victory. Harry Potter is too young to settle down and provide the wizarding world with a happy ending, and has too acute a sense of humour to spiral downwards into a spectacular flame-out. That leaves a life of good works.

Follow the Water by @xanthippe74 (38k)

Harry Potter’s life is fine. Maybe a little dull and predictable, but he shouldn’t complain about that, right? When he unexpectedly finds himself at Luna’s house one afternoon, Harry gets invited to join the secret wonderland that she’s creating with a surprising group of friends.

Like Lightning at Your Fingertips by potterwatch (43k)

The problem with living with another insomniac is, eventually, they find out you’re one, too. When Harry and Draco return for their eighth year, they think they’ll see very little of each other. Then McGonagall assigns them to room together. And the castle starts breaking. And there’s that thing with Potter’s magic.

A Room Up There (And You In It) by @the-starryknight (59k)

When Preservationist Draco Malfoy was assigned to work on Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, he was excited to delve into the gorgeous Black family antiques. His excitement quickly ended when something in the House decided it did not like his presence one bit.

Art:

Going Postal by dustmouth

So Draco and Harry sort of maybe have a bit of a thing going. Which is all fine and good, but would probably be more effective if they managed to be on the same continent for more than five minutes at a time.