#but hey it was fastER 😎

[disquietedpalefish-art]

深い (Deep)

I finally finish something new and it took me two days to get to posting it. 👀

Decided to also do some minimally-colored and traced aesthetic nonsense for the Kleiner Fisch category. 🎏

This guy is the monster from Destination Inner Space. This movie 👇🏻

[g-xix]

20 vs 1 | Tobi Brown

Now TRY tell me Tobi blessed Brown isn't absolutely fine... Exactly! We don't lie here, and you can't say Tobi isn't 100% gorgeous. That's why we get a Tobi oneshot today 😎 Quick pose for the camera? Go on girl:

Killin it babe. Extra bit of media for what the character looks like + wore (bc i love seeing those things on ff's):

Anyways, go on and enjoy the story lovelies

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"Hey, how you doing?" I asked the guy as I walked into shot.

I had been invited by my friends, Kon, Kirsty and Charlie, to join in on one of a YouTube video by a group group whom they was friends with. The only information I had been issued was that I had to walk into shot, say hi, have a short conversation, be accepted of declined to a date and then if I was accepted I would get the opportunity to decline, before going on a date.

Now, I was in the shot talking with the said person who I might have to date.

My heart beat a little faster as I walked into the plain white set, containing nothing but a vast array of cameras and mics all wired and facing myself... and a man stood in the middle.

As I approached him, his eyes met mine with a simper from myself as I felt my heart flutter. He had dark eyes, though they were warmed by the smile he wore on his face. I broke eye contact to look at his outfit- mentally commending the matching silver rings and necklace he wore, also appreciating the way his clothes complemented him- his white shirt highlighting the muscle definition in his arms. I looked back up to see his eyebrow quirk with a grin, clearly having spotted me checking him out.

"Hey, I'm Erin and I'm 23." I spoke quietly, his eyes drawing me in more than the cameras- soothing me and telling me I didn't need to worry about all the eyes on us.

"Lovely to meet you, Erin." He grinned as learnt forwards, offering a hand. I slipped mine into his, expecting a simple hand shake, though I was surprised as he leant down to press a kiss to my hand, maintaining eye contact as he pressed his lips to my hand before taking a step closer to me as he came back up.

I felt a blush rising to my cheeks as I looked away, not wanting him to see the effect he had on me. "Erin- it just has to be a yes." He let my hand fall as he accepted, giving a nod before I walked off.

As I walked off I turned around to look at the guy once more, seeing that he too had turned around to glance at me. I giggled as my eyes made contact with his own, before speeding my walk into the changing room to find Zara with a squeal.

"How did it go?" Zara asked, linking hands with me and smiling as I jumped in excitement.

"It went really amazing! The guy... I didn't actually get his name, but he was... he was fit as hell, Zara." I smiled at the thought of our interaction.

"Really?" Zara asked. "All he said to me was a 'hi' and 'sure'."

"Oh, I mean, we didn't speak much more, he just said hi and a yeah too, but he was just so... I can't even explain it, attractive."

"Damn, I didn't even get a second glance after he accepted." Zara grumbled. I blushed, thinking back to the look we shared as I exited the set.

"Alright, everyone been accepted or passed?" Kirsty (one of the camera crew) popped her head around the door and questioned. Everyone nodded or replied a yes.

We then walked out depending on whether we liked Tobi or not, before sitting back-set once more and waiting for our date with him.

"Erin?" My head jolted upwards as I heard Kirsty say my name, beckoning me out for my date with Tobi.

"Do I look alright, Kirsty?" I questioned, straightening my clothes in an attempt to look good. I'd gone simple, with an oversized tee-shirt which covered most of my ripped black shorts, leaving my fishnets and chunky boots on my lower half- though I now began underestimating my outfit, the pressure of seeing him again causing me to overthink every minute detail.

"Shut up Erin, you look fit- and anyways- he's already accepted you for how you look so you can't look that bad." Kirsty rolled her eyes jokingly, her humour loosening my nerves slightly. "Alright, step through there and take a seat on the left. Tobi will be with you in a sec."

I took one of the two desolate seats in the middle of the room before I sat, staring at the large mirror on one of the walls. There had to be people behind that. Kon had told me before the shoot that the boys would be watching the date, hence I assumed they'd be behind there.

Kon had also issued a warning previously not to expect a normal date, which slightly worried me as I fidgeted with my fingers and sat in the chair, waiting for my date.

The sound of shoes hitting the floor woke me form my trance, causing my head to jolt upwards a smile to grace my face as I saw the familiar Tobi walk towards me, a grin slapped onto his face and his arms outstretched for a hug.

Dear God I was nervous for this date...

I picked myself up from my seat and beamed at Tobi, responding with a little 'hi!' as I reached up to sling my arms around his neck, whilst he hugged around my waist.

I sat down on my seat and began the date, making small talk and finding myself blushing every so often as he complemented me or started planning out our "next date", but also became slightly confused when he took off his bandana every few minutes claiming he was getting a bit of a headache- only for there to be another one underneath.

It was like a clown car- just when you think that the last bandana is off- there's another yet to come off.

A few bandanas down, he offered the black and white one to me, saying it 'matched my outfit', before I took upon his offer and allowed him to gently pull my hair back and knot it as an accessory behind my head. He didn't hesitate to call it cute from behind, before he turned to face me in front, Kon cutting off our date by saying it had been more than ten minutes- to which Tobi let out a groan in disappointment, bidding farewell before kissing me on the cheek and exiting- leaving me covering my face to hide the bright red blush that bloomed across my face as I sat in the chair, waiting for the final interview.

"How'd that date go then?" Kon interviewed.

"I thought it went really well- Tobi's really cute and I think he's really funny ... I thought it was a pretty fun date and with a nice guy too." I replied, trying not to gush over him. That was what I would do when I found Zara behind the set.

"Would you go on a date with him again?" Kon asked, smirking from behind the camera and giving me a knowing look which left me wondering whether he'd invited me onto the shoot to try and set me up with Tobi, today...

"Easily a yes." I giggled. "I mean- we already talked about what we'd do on other dates we have, and I've got his bandana which I think I'll have to return on another date." Looking down the lens of one of the cameras I smiled and mouthed 'call me', shaking my hand in the shape of a phone.

No sooner had I made that gesture, did I hear muffled screams from behind the mirror, causing me to laugh lightly before beginning to leave the set as Kon had gestured- though I was stopped as Tobi burst out of one of the doors behind the set, jogging up to me before smiling and grabbing my hand.

"Another date?" He questioned, panting slightly- seemingly having ran to get to the studio.

"Mhm, for sure!" I responded, unable to wipe the grin off my face.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, tapping on it for a few moments before holding the phone out for me, gesturing for me to type my phone number out, under the contact name Erin 💗🫠

"I'll see you again soon, Erin." Tobi smirked, enjoying a short hug before walking away- myself blowing a kiss at him before laughing as he did the infamous Garfield heel-click as he walked off.

Who knew that the Sidemen studio would be a place to find love...

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Hope you enjoyed and to anyone that got this far into the story Thank you!!

I know this is unrelated and not something any readers are really obligated to care about, but my guinea pig passed away earlier today. Really gutted tbh and it feels like the end of a really great era, as I've had guinea pigs for the last 4 years but from today, I don't have any guineas. Praying and hoping Jordie passed away in peace and is happy in a better place now. Can't make anyone pray the same, but if you could just think of Jordie with some love for a moment I'd really appreciate that. God bless little Jordie and thank you to anyone that's shown some love🤍

[l-in-the-light]

Hey 😊 I read your answer about Law wanting to help people because of his trauma. I know about his fear of touch but wouldn't it help him to overcome this when he realizes that his touch can bring other people immense pleasure (when he's giving oral or bringing his partner to orgasm while sex)? 🤔 Besides sex is very good for the health 😎.

Okay, I admit I didn't really know what to do with your ask at first. Are you serious when you're suggesting he can just overcome his PTSD because he wants to make someone happy or because sex should help him feel better and recover faster? Because if you do, we need to talk. Like, seriously talk about this.

First of all, yeah, sex can be good for you. Physical affection in many ways is neccessary for good well-being (that's why touch starvation and stuff like that became a popular discussed topic after pandemic's outbreak). But you know what else is healthy besides sex and physical affection? Good food. Taking a walk. Enjoying the sea breeze. And do you know what those things have all in common? They can't heal or cure anyone out of literally anything. The only thing they can do is to boost your mood and give you physical exercise, which is good for the body, but it's not a therapy and it's not a medicine. In other words, it will not cure you from PTSD, depression, anxiety or anything else besides a foul mood, perhaps. PTSD is not a matter of having a foul mood. Even if your mood is great, you will still have PTSD and you can still experience triggers no matter how happy you might have felt a moment ago. And also sometimes not every food you eat is gonna be good for you. Bread is tasty, right? But it's bad for celiacs. Sex is good, right? Unless it triggers you or you're sex-repulsed. Not everything is good for everyone, period. And you can live without bread and you can live without sex.

Secondly, Law has two triggers we know of: feeling helpless (for example: when he's pinned down or when people are dying and he can't do anything about it) and touch. He overcomes first one by saving lives, not by "helping people" in general. If you're referencing some post I wrote, I'm pretty certain by him swearing to help people I meant "saving their lives", not doing sexual favours for them ;) also saving lives has nothing to do with Law's fear of touch.

Third of all, please don't say stuff like this about PTSD. It's spreading misinformation. You can't recover from it just by wishing for it or pushing forcefully through. If you put Law in the scenario you just described, he would be terrified and then try to force the closeness (because if he truly wants someone to be happy he needs to ignore his own discomfort, right?) and in the end he will just escape, feeling pathetic and blaming himself. He would end up thinking that his love for people isn't strong enough to overcome his own trauma (and the sad part is: it will never be, that's why it's a trauma after all). In other words, putting a person with PTSD in this scenario you described, would do them more harm than good.

And yeah, Law is just a fictional character, you can imagine him in any scenario you want and write fics in which he never develops PTSD and is touchy-feely, and that's fine. But PTSD happens to be a very real condition, so please never say things like that to real people. It's giving a very harmful message - they can end up believing they are broken, because they can't spontanously or by sheer will overcome their own triggers to make someone else happy. Always be respectful towards people suffering from past traumas. No matter how well you mean it, don't tell them to just "get over it", saying it will be helpful for them if they just change their way of thinking about it and do it for someone else's sake. The best result you will achieve is them selfblaming themselves when they inevitably fail.

What you can do for them instead, to show your support, is to assure them they're fine no matter what, that they're good people even if there are things they can't handle, that every step in their healing process is important even if "the final goal" (never getting triggered again) will never get achieved. And always, always remember about their triggers and by all means avoid forcing a person with PTSD to face them head on. What you can do for someone who suffers from a trigger, is to make sure not to make it worse. Is the trigger a loud noise? Take them immediately to a quiet place instead. Is the trigger a touch? Definitely don't try to hug them to make it better, give them some space instead. After they manage to calm down, you can give them something they like that they find soothing and comforting (listen to a favourite song, offer a drink they like etc.) and ask if both of you should just go back home or do something else. This is something you can do for someone suffering from a PTSD. But it's only one possible, hypothetical example, there are other ways to show support and not leave the suffering person on their own.

There is a study proving that adults who were traumatized as children may be more likely to keep a greater physical distance between themselves and strangers, and may also find touch stimuli less comforting than people without a history of trauma. Apparently trauma alters the brain so it's possible the body also gives a traumatized person less gratification from physical affection. If you want to read more about how trauma alters the brain, I reccommend checking out this article: Traumatized Adults Might Find Touch Less Appealing. I didn't know about that before, but it makes sense, because trauma is just a natural response on it's most extreme. That's why I think Law's touch starvation is probably not such a big deal that people want it to be, in comparison to his PTSD. His brain would adapt, and he has Bepo for comfort, which is a safe, not triggering closeness and touch for him. Traumatized people might have bigger issues on their plate than your typical post-pandemic touch starvation, just saying.

Now let's talk more about triggers, because I feel like this needs to be elaborated on. A trigger is involuntary reaction (can be body reaction, can be emotional) you definitely can't control, that is caused by some outside source of stimuli. Those reactions alert us to perceived threats in our environment. Triggers can be anything that reminds someone of the traumatic event, it can be more obvious like revisiting the location where the trauma occurred, being alone, seeing the same breed of dog that bit you, or hearing loud voices, small touch, a grab, even a certain smell. For example, if the trauma is related to being stuck in a locked place, it doesn't matter what place it is or that it's different from the very first place you got accidentally locked in. Any place in which you're locked up will trigger you, like bathroom stalls in which the latch doesn't budge, broken elevators stuck between floors etc. Triggers are also often associated with (but not limited to) the time of day, season, holiday, or anniversary of the event.

When touch has been associated with fear, pain, or violation in the past, it can naturally become a trigger. Childhood trauma, especially sexual, physical or emotional abuse, can imprint deep-seated associations between touch and danger. The fear of being touched is so strong that it is often paralyzing. It can cause physical symptoms like hives, hyperventilation or even fainting. The fear of being touched becomes a phobia when symptoms develop nearly every time you are touched. It becomes a disorder when it lasts six months or longer.

To reduce the emotions caused by a trigger people can become avoidant (of anything even remotely reminding them of the trauma, for example: any touch in general), self-medication (like alcohol abuse, to numb yourself and not feel anything anymore), compulsive eating, self-injury. Sometimes people can even become aggressive or repeat the events of the trauma (for example, hypersexuality as the result of sexual assault, or becoming the violent oppressor themselves; they just repeat the traumatic event over and over again, it's not a healthy way of dealing with trauma).

Most important in recovery is learning to manage triggers, memories, and emotions without avoidance (avoidance is the initial response in PTSD). You can think of it as becoming desensitized to traumatic memories. There isn't really a “cure” for triggers. All we can do is identify when we're upset, try to understand why, and manage our emotional reactions. With practice and proper treatment, the reaction to your emotional triggers could dimnish and become manageable, but the triggers themselves might never go away. Thankfully, even the most intense trauma triggers can be managed.

At first a traumatic response can be hyperventilation to the point you almost suffocate, shivering that don't want to stop for hours and very high level emotional distress that makes you detached from the present and trapped in the past in your head. After therapy and learning how to manage your responses, you can instead apply breathing techniques to reduce hyperventilation, know what to do so that shivering doesn't go for hours but instead fades in the span of half an hour, and you ground yourself in the present (there are many methods for it, for example doing a soothing motion). So, after "getting healed" it doesn't mean the triggers magically don't happen anymore, you just manage them more effectively. And perhaps some of them can be reduced so much that instead of triggering one of the physical symptoms it only makes you very distressed. Who knows, it's a very individual thing, after all.

How to know if someone is suffering from PTSD? The DSM-5 (the official criteria for PTSD classification) identifies four symptom clusters for PTSD: presence of intrusion symptoms (like frequent, vivid flashbacks: sudden intrusive thoughts about the past events), persistent avoidance of stimuli (like avoiding closeness and touch), negative alterations in cognitions and mood (low self-esteem, self-blame etc.), and marked alterations in arousal and reactivity (like lashing out). Which is exactly what I wrote about in detail when answering to this ask.

Let's take a look at Law's trauma symptoms again: we see Law having tremors and quickened breath (sometimes to the point of wheezing), and freezing up when he's triggered (at least in the manga). Whenever someone is trying to touch him or comes really close, his response is to move away. He's also emotionally distant and avoidant. What are his triggers? We saw Doflamingo grabbing his wrist forcefully which caused a freezing reaction (Law couldn't even move to free himself). We saw him also freeze up when Mingo set up his birdcage. When Law was trapped with Luffy and Mingo's clone in the well, he was wheezing and shivering. There are few situations in which Luffy touches Law or Law touches Luffy, but even if those situations don't seem to overwhelm him, he still struggles in each and every single one of them. Which means they're kinda managable for Law, as long as he puts some time and effort into it (that's a sign that he is working through his trauma and knows quite a lot about managing his triggers already).

But how would he react if Luffy forcefully grabbed Law's wrist, for example, which is his confirmed trigger? Probably not too well. I can't imagine sex being comfortable in such conditions. Can you? Sex would feel very unnatural if Law had to brace himself to that extent every time he tries to touch someone and there's no guarantee that none of the touch he receives doesn't trigger him. And no, cuddling him won't help him get over it. If touch is triggering to you, more touch is not gonna solve the problem. Also hugging or other forms of physical affection aren't a magical solution to every emotional problem in the world.

There's also something called resilient responses to trauma, which are basically healthy ways of coping that some people naturally adapt. And I think Law slightly shows signs of it too. It can be things like:

increased time and bonding with family and friends (Law's commitment to his Hearts Pirates and also bonding with Penguin, Shachi and Bepo right after losing Cora-san; he spends time with them almost exclusively)

strong or increased sense of purpose and meaning (Law is always very goal-oriented)

commitment to a personal mission, revised priorities (Law trying to save people's lives no matter what)

charity work and volunteering to help other people (Law taking care of the Strawhats lol)

If anyone wants to know even more about PTSD, I reccommend this link, it really gives a good and detailed guide to all the basics and even includes notes about treatment.

Now I feel inclined to say this to everyone: sex is fine and can be good, but not having sex is also fine! Sex isn't the best thing in the world and no one is missing out if they're not having any, there are so many other nice things. And just because someone is attractive or handsome doesn't mean they absolutely have to have sex, like to prove that they're not wasting their body (whatever that would even mean) and not sharing with the world. It's your body and your choice, no one has any obligation to give sex to others, never ever, for any possible reason you can name. You don't have to have sex just to prove something to others, no matter what it would be (to be cool, to be accepted, to prove others you're a good person and a good lover or not a loser etc.). You're a worthy human being even if you don't have sex, no matter what's the reason for not having it. You're a good person even if you don't want to give someone else a sexual service, give them a blowjob or bring them to orgasm, or even touch them at all. You can show your love in different ways than by having sex. Not having sex with someone also doesn't mean you don't love them. Sex is just one part of life and it's optional. People can have good lives, have fun and be healthy without it. You can even have PTSD but choose not to have sex just because you don't like it.

Now, do I think Law will never have sex? I don't know, that depends on his healing process. For now, I'm not seeing it and he's also perfectly fine even if he will never have sex in his entire life. If one day he manages his triggers so well that he can even have sex, great for him! I still think he will be taking a risk at being triggered every single time he makes his decision to pursue partnered sexual adventures. Simply because touch can't be completely avoided when having sex. It can be worked around in quite a number of ways, but sex basically is about touching various body parts together, prove me wrong if that's not the case* ;) also we don't have to fear or try to erase the PTSD from the characters who can't deal well with touch as the result. That's kinda not exactly considerate or nice to them, won't you agree?

*disclaimer: yeah, I am aware there are other sexual actitivities that don't involve touch. Two people can just voyeuristically look at each other when they masturbate, for example :P why is this word so ugly btw. The stigma around sex-related words needs to finally die and we need more judgement-free words for sexual activities.

I hope this post helped you understand PTSD and triggers a bit better, anon!

[dotster001]

Pact Marks, Chapter Six of the Sheep Saga

Summary: it's the end of the exchange program, and you're wondering why no one told you your human form would have new tattoos...

A/N: been a while since I've done one of these, but for those of you who are new, you don't have to have read the other parts. Just know that MC is a sheep in the Devildom, and a human back home.

Chapters One Two Three Four Five

You were standing in front of your mirror, back in the human realm, just staring. After an hour of this, you decided to pull out your D.D.D. and text your boys.

Hey so was no one gonna tell me about the seven demonic tattoos I was gonna get in my human form?

The responses came even faster than expected.

Where's mine?!?!?

Send me a pic! 🩷

Incoming video call from Mammoney

Incoming call from Belphie

I bet Beel's is on your stomach 😂

Incoming call from Catan

Pick up the phone

How dare you decline a call from the Great Mammon!

You sighed and snapped a picture of Lucifer's mark on the back of your right hand, and sent it to the group chat.

Incoming call from Asmo

Incoming call from Mammoney

Incoming video call from Beelzebabe

You pulled down the collar of your shirt, exposing Mammon's mark right above your heart, took a picture, and sent it.

Lmao Mammon's a simp

Shuddup! I bet yours looks lame as hell. Mine looks swag.

Simp

You're just jealous cause I was first and got the best spot 😎

Voicemail inbox full

"God damnit," you muttered, deciding not to send any more pictures until they calmed down, and someone apologized for not telling you about the tattoos you now had to figure out how to cover up.

Incoming video call from Mr. Pride

You declined the call. If you did that in the Devildom, you would have probably been hung from the ceiling. But Lucifer wasn't here so…

Pick up.

I'm busy.

You just got there.

Pick up.

You ignored the text messages you were getting.

Incoming Video Call from King Himbo.

You hesitated a moment before ignoring the call from Diavolo. But he surely had better things to do than….

A portal opened up right behind you, and Diavolo, Barbatos, and Lucifer entered your tiny bedroom.

"So this is a human bedroom," Diavolo said, looking around the room in awe. "So fascinating!"

He gripped the edge of your bed too hard and it shattered into splinters.

"Oh, um I'll buy you a new one, ha ha," he said apologetically.

"Why are you guys here? What happened to 'exchange program is over, we might never see you again'?" You asked, a little too loudly, but they didn't seem to care.

"That was because we foolishly forgot how easy it was for one human to take down our entire government," Barbatos said with an eerie smile on his face. The chill in your bones got worse when Lucifer pointedly glared at you.

"Just show me the other marks, so I can take pictures of them for my idiot brothers."

You froze in place, not sure how you felt about three of the most powerful demons in all of existence standing in your bedroom just to take pictures of your tattoos.

"Also, how dare you decline mine and Lord Diavolo's calls?" Lucifer growled.

"Technically I didn't decline them, just ignored them…"

"Pact marks. Now."

With a pout, you lifted up your pant leg , showing Levi's mark wrapping around your leg. After the picture was taken, you lifted the back of your shirt to show Satan's mark on your upper back. This continued for Asmo's mark on your left hip bone, and the twins' marks intertwining on your right bicep.

"Thank you, was that so hard," Lucifer sighed, turning to go.

"There, exchange program over for real now, I'll send you a new bed frame soon," Diavolo said, making no move to actually leave.

"Young master," Barbatos said warningly.

"Can I not take advantage of this chance to explore the human realm with a human?"

"No, you promised you'd do your work after you saw the pacts," Barbatos said, pulling Diavolo through the portal with surprising strength.

The portal closed and you were left alone again. It took less than two minutes for your D.D.D. to start ringing and buzzing again. You turned it off.

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Tag list- @leonia0 @eccedentesiast-sapphic @your-next-daydream

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Day 10: Hunter/Prey

Pairing: Poly!recoms x Recom!reader (can be read as character x reader)

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: First time writing smut, so it probably sucks lol. As you can see, I got carried away with Miles 😂.

If you've read my kinktober masterlist, you know that I wasn't comfortable with the original propmt, knife kink, so I came up with this prompt, which is heavily inspired by “Colonel’s Orders” by @whxre-bxby.

Also, I skipped Fike, because I couldn't come up with something for him for the life of me

Kinktober masterlist

🌍 Recom Miles Quaritch You were running through the trees as fast as you could, breathing heavily. The sun was setting quickly, casting a beautiful mix of amber and orange colors. No matter how much time he gave you, he was always faster and an expert at tracking. You were screwed. And strangely, you were okay with it. The only indication that Miles had started searching for you was the sound of the wind rushing through the trees. One moment, you were running, and the next, you were forcefully pushed against a nearby tree, the rough bark scratching against your front. Miles pressed himself against your back, wrapping his arms around you. You took a shaky breath. And then Miles let out a fucking growl. A deep, soul-splitting growl escaped from his chest as he held you tightly against the tree. "And where did you think you were going?" You tried to answer, but he silenced you by placing his hand over your mouth. "Shhh, Darlin’, I've got you now, don't I?" He emphasized his point by grinding against your backside, pushing your cheek against the tree bark. "You're mine now," Miles said in a low, dark voice as his hand explored your body, slipping under your shirt. "Nowhere to hide... nothing to hide..." His lips brushed against your neck, leaving bruises and marks as he leisurely played with your body however he pleased. "I could do whatever I wanted right now, couldn't I?" It was true, and the thought only made you feel hotter as Miles undid the button on your pants. Miles's lips trailed along your ear, his voice gravelly. "How about I find out how loud I can make you scream when I fuck you right here in the dirt?"

😈 Recom Lyle Wainfleet "Gotcha." That's the last thing you hear as Lyle tackles you hard, his big body crashing into yours. You hit the dirty ground, and without wasting a second, he rips off your pants and underwear. His cock glides against your wet folds, already slick from the thrilling chase, and a whimper escapes your lips. In one smooth move, he thrusts himself inside you, and the slight pain of the stretch is nothing compared to the incredible pleasure of him hitting that sweet spot right away. "Next time, run faster, babe," he growls.

🍬 Recom Z-dog So, you were running through the forest with Z-dog hot on your heels. It was supposed to be a training session, but you could tell it was turning into something more for her. "You think you can outrun me, babe? Don't worry, I'll catch you." And catch you she did. You couldn't help but let out a moan as she pinned you down on the forest floor and started getting handsy with your pants. Her fingers were driving you wild as they teased the sides of your thighs, right up next to your cunt. "Z, please..." you whispered, but she just looked up at you with a wicked grin. "Oh, honey. You don't get to call the shots here."

🥽 Recom Walker She's totally into playing a game of hunter and prey. It's like, when she hears your heartbeat and those cute little breaths you take while you're trying to hide among the trees, it really gets her adrenaline going. And hey, if by some miracle you manage to win, she'll let you be in charge for the night. But if you lose, well, you're at her complete mercy until you can't handle it anymore.

😎 Recom Mansk Hunting someone down is totally a guilty pleasure. The thrill of the chase just amps him up, and no matter where you hide in the forest, he's got a nose and ears that never fail to pick you up among the forest smells and sounds. He gets a bit rougher after he catches you and fucks the life outta you, but don't worry, he always checks if you're alright. And hey, if you're cool with it, he might even leave a bite or mark as a souvenir.

🧯 Recom Prager Initially, he was unaware that this was considered a kink. When Miles explained the training exercise to him and when he found out that he got to chase you, he was ecstatic. It made him all riled up, which you and your other lovers noticed. It wasn't until someone told him that he realized the nature of his desires. He definitely enjoys the thrill of chasing you, exerting effort to catch up, but always knowing he can easily capture you within a minute. The sensation of hunting his prey exhilarates him, leading to him going all out in bed like there's no tomorrow. Trust me, you won't be able to walk straight for a while after that.

⚕️ Recom Ja When he catches you, he's got this huge grin on his face. And his tail, man, it's sweeping around him like you've never seen before. He's totally in his element. He grabs your chin and plants this deep, passionate kiss on you. His teeth lightly graze your lips, giving you this tingling, stinging sensation. And then, out of nowhere, he tears your clothes apart and he innocently goes, "Oops, my bad!" Next thing you know, he pulls you onto his lap and tells you to hold onto the tree behind you. He starts trailing kisses down from your chest all the way down to your cunt. And let me tell you, he's so damn good at it that you can't help but squirm with pleasure. He's got such a tight grip on your hips, making sure you can't move much. After that, he pushes you down to the ground and starts grinding against you for a bit. And then he thrusts into you with all his might, going at it like a wild animal. He's got a firm hold on the back of your head, and you can hear him panting above you.

🧢 Recom Brown When he finally catches you, he jumps on you and rolls around for a bit before pinning you down with a huge grin on his face like he just won the lottery. "Gotcha!" he says before kissing you like you're the only thing that matters. Then he scoops you up in his arms and takes you to a private spot. As a reward for catching you, he asks you to suck his dick. He loves the way your mouth feels on him and just watching you do it is one of his favorite things. Once you've got him nice and wet, he wastes no time in fucking you hard and holding you down so he can feel every inch of you. It's pure bliss for him.

📿 Recom Lopez Before you know it, he's got you in his grasp, using sneaky moves to take you down and tie you up with a rope. He's into a little rough play, so he gives you a good spanking and enjoys the sounds you make. Once you're all tied up, he starts stripping you down, even ripping your clothes off if he has to. But don't worry, the ropes are comfy and don't hurt. He even takes the time to pleasure you a bit, telling you how hot you look all tied up. And if you make some good noises, he'll make you feel even better. Before you know it, he's going at it with wild abandon, using those ropes to hold you in place and give you the ride of your life. It's like he's barely holding on to his self-control as he takes you to new heights.

��️ Recom Fike Sorry, but I honestly can’t see him being into this. I’ll edit this post if I do come up with something.

[autumnscribbles]

friends | b.s

Summary: Y/n and Brad get into a fight, leading Brad to find support from his best friends and band mates.

Word count: 900 ish, a bit on the short side!!

a/n: hello friends!!! back with another brad imagine😎 i’ve been back into the groove lately (sort of) and i’m happy to have another imagine out! feel free to check out my recent conrad fisher one too!! anyway love y’all hope you like it��️

Boop

“I-I think you should go,” you whispered, the now silent room chilled you. You stared at him, across the room, his eyebrows slightly frowning as he gazed at you.

“Y/n,” he sighed. “It’s fine we just need to sleep and we’ll be alright in the morning.”

“Brad I really don’t want to this time,” you replied. “I think maybe you should stay with one of the boys tonight and we can talk in the morning, okay?”

“If that’s really what you want,” he answered, nodding his head.

He didn’t want to go, it was the last thing he wanted. He ached at the idea of walking out that door. He knew it was what you needed, but he couldn’t shake the fear that you would never let him back in.

The back of his throat stung as he held back his words, wanting to beg you. He knew there was no point. When you made up your mind, you stuck to it. If you needed space, you were going to get it.

���Okay,” he choked out finally. “I’ll go.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said, a slight curve to the corners of his mouth. It comforted him in a way, knowing you wanted him back.

She just needs space. He told himself. That was all. It wasn’t over, it couldn’t be.

He walked out to his car, the sound of his feet on the pavement echoing in the late night air. The world felt still, asleep. He almost laughed at the irony. Everything being so calm while he felt destroyed.

He let out a heavy sigh as he sat behind the wheel, pulling his phone out as he decided what to text the boys.

Hey lads. Need a place to stay tonight if any of you are available. I’ll explain later x

The rest of the boys answered almost immediately, offering up their places to Brad.

Let’s all meet at Cons! Tristan texted.

Brad nodded to himself, thankfully Connor was the closest to his and your flat. The faster he could get there, the better. He drove in silence, nothing but the hum of the wheels to distract his mind.

He got to Connor’s, seeing everyone else had already arrived as well. Brad couldn’t help but feel a tenderness for his best friends in that moment.

He walked in, knowing Connor’s door would be open, and was greeted by the concerned looks of his friends. They didn’t bombard him with questions, but the questions were swirling in their minds. Tristan passed Brad a glass of red wine, giving him a friendly wink as he raised his own glass.

“We figured you’d need a drink,” he laughed.

“Definitely can’t hurt,” Brad chuckled, taking a small sip as they went to go sit down.

He sat on the couch, letting his tense muscles relax briefly as he leaned back. He shut his eyes, trying to find a way to tell the boys what happened. They all waited patiently, not pushing him.

He loved that about them. Even if he didn’t want to talk about something, they were there for him. Whether he needed to rant or just sit in comfortable silence, they never let him down.

“Y/n and I got into this huge fight,” he finally said. “She asked me to leave for the night. Said she wanted space. I don’t know if that means she’s gonna end things or not.”

“I’m sorry mate,” James muttered, placing a gentle hand on Brad’s shoulder. “Is it a fight you can come back from?”

“I don’t know,” he sighed. “I said some really horrible things, I wish I could take it all back. She probably doesn’t want me anymore.”

“You and Y/n are meant for each other,” Connor added. “I’ve never seen two people more meant for each other probably. We all know her, I don’t think she’d give up on you that easy.”

“You should have seen the way she looked at me when she told me to leave,” Brad said, the back of his throat stinging with the tears threatening to spill. “I don’t know how to forgive myself.”

“Mate we’ve all made mistakes, we’ve all gotten into bad fights with girlfriends,” James comforted. “You guys can and will get through this. I know she loves you, and she probably just wanted to sleep on it, let things cool off.”

“Maybe,” Brad shrugged. “Thanks guys.”

“We’re here for you,” Tris smiled. “I agree with James, I think you guys will work it out once you’re both fresh tomorrow.”

“I really hope so,” Brad sighed. “I can’t lose her.”

“Y/n is a smart girl,” Connor added. “She wouldn’t let you go that easily.”

The boys drank wine and chatted what felt like all night, until eventually their eyes became heavy. Connor set up the guest bedroom for Brad before turning in for the night.

Brad lay on the bed, emptiness lingering beside him. He wished he was in bed with you, where he was supposed to be. He went over everything the boys said; how you were meant to be, how she wouldn’t leave you this way, that she needed space.

He hoped they were right. Even if they weren’t, they still comforted him and made him feel like there was hope.

Hope that he’d walk through that door tomorrow, and you’d be standing there with open arms.

Sometimes all you needed to see it, were your friends.

[monsterkong]

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[laurits-enjoyer]

I have been curious about watching Netflix's Ragnarok because tapeworm baby. BUT I struggled with the first two(?) episodes because they were so slow. Does the pacing get better later on?

Hey! Thanks for sending an ask!

I'm always down to talk about Ragnarok 😎

Yeah, I definitely agree with you. The first few episodes are a bit slow. I think it takes a while to ramp up, and there are parts here and there that seem a bit slow. The thing is, the show is more of an interpersonal drama rather than an action-packed fighting thing. I didn't expect that at first, and I wasn't sure I'd like it. (That's not to say there aren't some epic and well-done fight scenes, though) Looking back, I definitely ended up appreciating the slow start as it gave a lot of time and care to everything!

If you're into norse mythology and you're willing to give the series a couple of episodes to set itself up, it's totally worth it! The writing is immaculate. The characters are well thought out and reward viewers who know the original myths. I really love every detail, and it's clear that every arc, narratively, and otherwise is crafted with a lot of care and respect for its audience. (*cough* *cough* unlike the Marvel Loki show)

But towards the elephant in the room - the tapeworm baby - Honestly, it's not that bad. I was really concerned to see how they'd treat it as the arc began, and it meshes really well with the story somehow, and it doesn't take away from the plot at all. By the end of season 2, you might even find yourself actually caring about the tapeworm Jörmungandr! (That sounds weird out of context, lmao)

Basically, long story short, I totally recommend it! The tapeworm thing isn't so bad and yes - the pacing 100% gets a bit faster after they're done with the exposition.

[cookiescr]

Like I know I’m not as close with these two like they are w eachother but they/we literally call out everyone who sometimes acts up. Like happens when someone is in a bad mood or whatever and usually we all just talk about it or give cool-down time. So it’s kinda disappointing that I get just the cold treatment. Like Bruh yeah my meltdown a few days ago was not pleasant but still, we had worse. Now one of them just said to me „idm if you continue our show without me, I don’t feel like I will me in the mood to watch for a long time“. I prob overdramatise stuff but I won’t even ask if he’s ok. Im done w this and I’ll cool down after I sleep prop lol. But thanks for listening to this rant

You know the theory the smaller a life is the faster the heartbeat? Like elephants have slow heartbeats and mice super fast. Ur a small mouse

But I do hope that ur health and weight will become better soon, sometimes the mind can trick you into making it worse than it is. Keep the short king goal and you’re set 😎

Oh unfortunate, consider it a not so surprise surprise trip. Since you know it will happen but don’t know when lol

I just go with she/her, pretty basic I guess

Thanks!! And tbh I don’t know much about the clubbing there, like the last time I visited I was barely an adult and shy lol and yeah she will do sth similar like a student exchange, just that u don’t exchange students. She will just get there and be like 😗✌🏽

-O (this looks like 🐤)

Ohhh dang i get you feeling disappointed about that :// hopefully when everything’s cooled y’all can talk and shit and clear up some stuff also have a good sleep and ofc ofc

Ig I just have small mouse heartbeat huh

Oh yeah I’ve definitely had some times where my brain has convinced me I am gonna die which kinda sucks of my brain to do. But ye thank you I hope so as well!

The thing is I also have no idea if it still might happen. My friend’s mom actually borrowed money from me because they lost their atm which is why the trip had to be postponed. But I’m now confused because I sent it via their other atm so idk anymore but also I’m not too worried about them not paying because my friend’s always been the type to not wait for me to ask him to pay. Sometimes I actually forget and he goes hey I borrowed money and I go huh?? And he reminds me kxmdm

Oh ok noted! And ur cool with me using girl sometimes? Like I use girl or bro or man sometimes (shit like “girl/bro what why’d they do that 😭”)

Ohhh well i hope you have fun!! Is it easy to enroll and get like a student visa there :0?

Also jskjsjs i never noticed it looks like a chick

[winterbluesworld]

HEY GIRL!! Can you give me a quick pep talk because I'm about to tap into the void tonight and I'm feeling confident but I would appreciate some motivation if you don't mind? I'm gonna simply fall asleep affirming whilst listening to Delta Waves, easy peasy😎

HEYY BBYYY!!! OMFGG HEARING U SAY THAT UR GONNA TAP INTO THE VOID GOT ME MOTIVATED AFFF! IM SO PROUD OF U! ALR! PEP TALK? HERE WE GO!

THIS IS UR DAMN REALITY AND UR A GODDD!! YOU CAN GET ANYTHING U WANT! FR ANYTHING! ALL U RLLT GOTTA DO IS SAY A FEW FUCKING SENTENCES IN UR HEAD AND BAM! ITS GONNA MANIFEST FASTER THAN INSTANTLY!!

ILYSMM!! TELL ME ALL ABT UR SUCCESS-

NOT IFFF U GET IT- WHENNNN YOU GET IN!

IM SO PROUD AND HAPPY FOR U!

💋 mwah!

[bblackforestts]

Cw; brat tamed, cursing, yelling, rough play, kinky, if you’re fine, let’s keep reading shall we?

S! Reader

D! Speaker

Word count?: I don’t even know my damn self..

To start off, your boyfriend is sitting down frustrated and infuriated, you come on the scene to see what’s wrong and could you make him feel better. You go in to see him.

“Hey sweetie, you ok?”, You ask him.

He turns at you to acknowledge the fact your in there with him.

“Oh, I didn’t notice you there. Why’d you came in here?” He asked.

You sigh and give a sudden reply

“I just wanna cheer you u-“

You get cut off due to the fact he got up and charged at you and made you go into a wall.

“W-woah.. what are you doing..?”

“I don’t need help cheering up bitch. I’m fine. Ok?”

You nod

“Good!”

He sits you down

“Why are you even trying to help me?”

“Why not!”

You seem to get closer in his face, he didn’t notice it as well yet, you get even closer.

“Now why are you in my face-“

“Why not dear, I wanna help you feel better!”

You get even closer

“Get closer and I’ll do something I’ll regret.”

He gets loud. You move even closer to test him.

“You Little-“

He growls and pins you down

“You wanna test me so fucking bad, Hm? Your the definition of a brat.”

“W-what are you gonna do? I assume nothing..”

“Testing me again? I see. You really wanna know?”

He grips your jaw and turns your face to him and makes out with you. You let out a moan and a slob trail down to your waist.

“You wasted some.. such a dirty girl you are Y/N..”

He scoops some up

You start to twitch and quiver due to him touching your waist.

“Why are you shaking? You ok?”

“Y-yeah!”

“Doesn’t seem like it- but I’ll take it.”

As your in the process of rolling your eyes, he catches you off guard by removing your skirt, you noticed by feeling the breeze.

“Why’d you remove my skirt!?”

“You don’t know anything, don’t you..”

“I do!”

“It really don’t seem like it, cause how you don’t know what I’m gonna do-“

“Hu-“

You got cut off due to him shoving some fingers in your sensitive silt, you moan like a little whore due to him hitting your most sensitive part.

“H-hey.. not there..” You say while trying to hold back your moans and how your enjoying this.

“Why not? You already shown me how much of a brat you could be, and you wanted my attention and make me feel better. Why not?”

You whimper due to him telling you the truth.

He proceeds to put is tongue in it, he now have a mission, make sure you cum for he could stop.

“Are you trying to make me c-cum..!?”

He just licks faster tuning you out.

You try your hardest to not cum as he teases your silt and licks.

You eventually cum to all the teases.

“Y-you made me cum.. no fair!”

“It was gonna come to you eventually”

Pun intended.��- author

[fluffy-ami]

HEY HEY AMI!! JUST WANTED TO SAY HAPPY EARLY NEW YEARS!! I KNOW YOU MAY NOT ANSWER AND THATS OKAY BUT I WANT YOU TO KNOW SOME THINGS

You are literally the swaggiest person ever did you know that? Well now you do 😌 I want you to know that even though you’ve been offline a lot-which is fine of course-life is a staggering struggle sometimes, I want you to know you have had a massive important impact on my life this year as well as many others and I know it. You are the sweetest person alive and the moments we had this year are some of the most fun ones ever (and maybe I go back and read our RPs and messages over and over- But shhh I totally said nothing this part of the message was totally was never here) I dunno when you’ll be online again but take your time, and as mentioned in previous asks, don’t feel pressured to answer! I just wanted to let you know how important you are to me, I mean you’re basically an older sister to me. I hope that you are looking after yourself and that if anything is going on in your life that may be making you go through pain and sadness that it gets better. Life can be a total pain in the A$$ so punch it in the guts and tell it that it can stop being annoying. You’re a strong person and I have full trust that whatever is going on in your life, you got it. So once again, look after yourself well, and go kick life in the butt!

-FROM YOUR FAVE LIL BRO, RANDO 😎

(guess who finally has the energy to answer some asks and is now feeling bad for disappearing randomly hmmmmm lmao- 🤡)

Yooo, happy 2023, lil' bro! Me finally crawling out of my offline grave to tell you that I'm doing fine for the most part, so there's still no need to worry >:D

And no pls i died of your sweetness as soon as i read that, stopppppp 😭😭😭

And no, U THE SWAGGIEST PERSON TO EVER EXIST ON THIS PLANET, YOU CAN'T FOOL ME, I SEE U RIGHT THERE RANDO 🫵🏻🫵🏻🫵🏻

I actually hope that things will get better for me now, and as soon as I have more time, I really hope that I'll get back to writing and drawing stuff here and talking with you all more (even tho me still nervous as hell, esp after all this, but let's forget about that and pretend that i'm really gonna talk more ok 🌝)

I'm really happy that I'm friends with you Ran-Ran, and even if I disappear sometimes, just remember that I always come back (lmao true William Afton moment) and I love you, I hope y'all are doing good out there <3🍃✨

And to everyone who wants to talk, my dms are always open! Even if I'm not posting, like, at all, and anyone is worried, you can always text me and I'll reply eventually, just like it happens most of the time, but it'll be faster than me getting to my asks aokdlsdk, pls i see all the adorable and supportive stuff that's been chilling in my inbox for weeks, i feel so bad help 🤡

My drafts are also doing perfect, some of them are already more than 1 year old 💀💀💀🪦💐🕯️✨

[healthlifeindubai]

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[lovelypol]

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🦷 Did you know that precision is the key to a perfect smile? Dental impression systems play a crucial role in creating accurate molds of your teeth, helping dentists craft personalized treatments and beautiful smiles. 💎

✨ What's in the market? From traditional alginate impressions to cutting-edge digital scanners, the options are vast! Each system has its unique advantages, making it an exciting time in the world of dentistry. 🌟

📚 Traditional methods: Alginate and silicone impressions are still widely used. They're quick, affordable, and reliable for many applications.

🌐 Digital dentistry: In recent years, digital impression systems have taken center stage. With 3D scanners, dentists can create highly precise models, reducing patient discomfort and the need for retakes.

🏥 Benefits: Faster turnaround times, reduced material waste, and improved patient experiences are some of the perks these systems bring to the table. Plus, they look pretty cool in action! 😎

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[rookthorne]

GOD YOU BETTER MAKE UP FOR THE HURT YOU CAUSED ME LAST CHAPTER

“You have to go, Bucky–we don’t know what they did to you.” You pushed him back against the seat, giving up with the cleaning, and instead held the towel against his chest to stop the bleeding of the more severe wounds you had found. 

You tried to stop the shaking of your hands, but you knew Bucky noticed; he was slightly more lucid now. He grabbed your hand, making you look up at him.  

“Home. Please.” 

Bucky stop being STUPID YOU NEED HOSPITAL

“Fine,” you sighed, turning your attention to Walker. “Take my phone and call Sam, tell him to call Banner.” 

👀👀👀

“Stubborn,” Bucky chuckled with no humor. “I thought we were supposed to be on vacation?” 

he’s cracking a joke, he’s gonna be fine. HE IS GONNA BE FINE, HAYLIE.

Bucky closed his eyes, exhaustion taking over. “Why didn’t you tell me? I knew–I knew something was wrong.” Bucky shook his head, his brow furrowed in frustration. “You could have–” He swallowed thickly, pushing away the images of waking up and finding you dead–too late. 

oh 🥺

“Ah fuck,” you groaned. You had completely forgotten about the fort you and Bucky had built in the living room. Bucky’s mattress was on the floor instead of his bed where it should be. 

NO IT IS OKAY HE NEEDS IT

Walker snorted, and you glared at him as you quickly tore the fort down and maneuvered the mattress back into place.

sit on a cactus covered in chilli powder and rotate, Walker, you fuckwit.

“Bucky,” you brushed your thumb over his eyebrow, “are you in pain? What can I do?” 

“Just don’t leave,” Bucky’s voice was barely audible as he clenched your arm tightly. “Please, don’t leave.” 

OH MY GOD 🥺😭

“I–I was handling it. I didn’t want you to get involved in another fight–I don’t want you to ever have to fight again,” the words were tumbling out of your mouth faster than you could think, “I just wanted you to have a nice, normal Christmas.” 

please, they’re gonna fight 🥺 he’s too weak and injured!! STOP IT!

When Bucky didn’t respond, you finally looked at his face–he was angry, and all of your excuses, the ones you had given to yourself over the past month, suddenly felt so stupid.

😩😭

“Just because you were helpful here doesn’t mean you’re a good guy,” you turned away from him, rummaging through the fridge for something to make Bucky. “You think I’ve just forgotten about you murdering someone with Sam’s shield?” 

oh… damn. 😎

Your anger at yourself, fear, and guilt were bubbling toward the surface and were being directed right at Walker. 

A WORTHY FUCKING TARGET

“Hey, I didn’t show up tonight out of the goodness of my heart if that’s what you think. I don’t care about him, and I certainly don’t give a fuck about what happens to you. I had a job to do.”

fucking let me at him.

LET ME AT HIM!

You scoffed; now he was sounding more like the Walker you knew. “Yeah? And what exactly was that? Why would Yelena have called you?” 

“She didn’t. Our boss did.”

“Val?” 

THE FUCKING THUNDERBOLTS?!?!

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

oh my GOD

I SHOULD HAVE SEEN THIS COMING

Walker slammed the door closed on his way out, and you ground your teeth together, cursing both him and Yelena.

I WANTED IT TO HIT HIM ON THE ASS ON HIS WAY OUT DAMMIT

And then he was gone, and you were standing in the open doorway, confused and scared to go back in that bedroom. Bucky needed you, but this was all your fault. The anger on his face earlier told you everything you needed to know. You should leave–you would, but after he was okay. You wouldn’t let him wake up alone after he had begged you to stay.

fucking for real? imma slap her fucking silly.

You cleaned his bruised and bloodied face with a warm washcloth until he looked a little more like your Bucky. 

‘your Bucky’ 🥺

Hours passed as the night seemed to drag on and on. Your mind was an endless loop of violent images, imaging the worst possible things that Bucky could have gone through. If it wasn’t that, you were imagining how he would surely yell and scream at you as soon as he woke up. How quickly you had fucked up the one good thing you had. 

goddammit.

GODDAMMIT 😭

The sun would be up soon, your feet hit the cold floor, intending to make breakfast for Bucky, but the next thing you knew, you were standing at the bathroom sink.

You looked down at the bottle in your hand and then at your reflection in the mirror. Bile rose in the back of your throat. 

DON’T DO IT!

Bucky frowned at the tone of your voice–you were standing too far away, closed off. 

“What’s wrong?” He tried to say more, tried to sit up again, but his throat felt like he had swallowed knives, and his head was pounding. 

HE IS GOING TO ASSUME THE WORST, GET OVER THERE AND HOLD HIM!

Bucky’s head throbbed with each erratic movement you made. “Can you just come here?” 

oh my god

LISTEN TO HIM YOU STUPID IDIOT

“I missed you,” Bucky muttered, going to wrap his arms around you.

You flinched, moving away from him before he could touch you.

I am so upset I can barely form words. Seriously.

“Can we talk about it?” He finally said in a quiet voice.  

PLEASE I CANNOT FUCKING TAKE THIS

“Do you–” you swallowed thickly, and closed your eyes. “Do you want me to leave?” 

Bucky’s hands wrapped around your arms, hard. “Don’t,” he pleaded. “I need you.” 

His lips pressed against yours, needy and desperate, but you pushed him away. This wasn’t how he was supposed to be reacting. He must still be out of it–maybe he forgot what happened. All you knew was that he wasn’t supposed to be looking at you like he still loved you; he wasn’t supposed to be touching you, kissing you, begging you to stay. 

I feel like this is a fucking table turned event. Fucking hell. 🤦🏼‍♀️

“Stop blaming yourself; I need you,” Bucky muttered, pulling you closer to his chest. “How could I still want you–how could you even ask me that? You’re all I want–always.”

LOOK AT THAT

ONE OF YOU HAS SOME FUCKING SENSE!

Bucky nodded breathlessly, pushing you against the wall in the hallway. Only moving away from your lips long enough to rip your leggings from your body and line himself up with your wet heat. 

“Never gonna let you go,” Bucky mumbled as the familiar pink afterglow hue dusted your cheeks. 

“I’m yours, baby,” you sighed, your post-orgasm haze taking over.

“No, ‘m serious, doll.” Bucky tried to focus his thoughts as he chased his own high, his hips starting to lose their rhythm and the pleasure stealing his words. All that would come out of his mouth were incoherent groans.

“I got you, I got you,” you whispered, and he realized he was crying. 

I can’t even be fucking horny, this is breaking my heart and mending it back together 😭

“Move in with me.” 

Bucky swore he’d never been happier–not on his 8th birthday when his ma and pa surprised him with a shiny red bike, not the day his sister Mary had brought home a stray cat and ma let them keep it, not the day he had found the courage to hold Steve’s hand in the privacy of their barracks, and hadn’t been rejected like he feared. Not even the day you had told him you loved him compared to this–the pain in his chest was replaced with this new feeling–a pleasant ache, a longing–how was he longing for you when you were right there? 

OH MY HEART IS SO FUCKING FULL 😭

I hate you and this fucking rollercoaster so much PLEASE I DON’T WANT IT TO END 😭😭😭

Your Eyes Outshine The Town...Chapter 12

Bucky Barnes x Black Female Reader

18+ ONLY

Summary: In the aftermath of the Tracksuit attack, Bucky is healing and you are blaming yourself for everything that happened. Will Bucky agree or beg you to stay?

Warnings: Self hate, mention of reader's drinking problem, smut.

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3 Days Before Christmas

You tried to wipe off as much blood from Bucky’s chest as you could while Walker gave Ozenik directions to the nearest hospital. 

“Take me home,” Bucky protested weakly.

“You have to go, Bucky–we don’t know what they did to you.” You pushed him back against the seat, giving up with the cleaning, and instead held the towel against his chest to stop the bleeding of the more severe wounds you had found. 

You tried to stop the shaking of your hands, but you knew Bucky noticed; he was slightly more lucid now. He grabbed your hand, making you look up at him.  

“Home. Please.” 

“Fine,” you sighed, turning your attention to Walker. “Take my phone and call Sam, tell him to call Banner.” 

Bucky groaned, and you shushed him. 

“Quit being stubborn, Barnes.”  

“Stubborn,” Bucky chuckled with no humor. “I thought we were supposed to be on vacation?” 

Your mouth went dry; he was quirking a tired eyebrow at you, and you begged yourself not to cry. 

Bucky closed his eyes, exhaustion taking over. “Why didn’t you tell me? I knew–I knew something was wrong.” Bucky shook his head, his brow furrowed in frustration. “You could have–” He swallowed thickly, pushing away the images of waking up and finding you dead–too late. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice catching before you snapped your mouth closed. 

He was quiet the rest of the ride, and you tried to control your breathing–you knew he could hear every hitch, every erratic beat of your heart. 

Finally, you pulled up to the apartment building, and Walker helped get Bucky upstairs.

“Ah fuck,” you groaned. You had completely forgotten about the fort you and Bucky had built in the living room. Bucky’s mattress was on the floor instead of his bed where it should be. 

Walker snorted, and you glared at him as you quickly tore the fort down and maneuvered the mattress back into place. Ozenik, the blessing that he was, helped you make the bed and lay out towels before Walker guided Bucky to lay down. You looked down at your own bloody clothes and wished you could get Bucky into the shower. Maybe a bath, but you couldn’t possibly get him in and out. 

“Want me to–�� Walker interrupted your thoughts. 

“You can go now,” you snapped. 

Walker threw up his hands and left the room. 

“Bucky,” you brushed your thumb over his eyebrow, “are you in pain? What can I do?” 

“Just don’t leave,” Bucky’s voice was barely audible as he clenched your arm tightly. “Please, don’t leave.” 

You stared at him, confused and angry and so guilty. “What did they do to you?” 

You heard your voice and felt your vocal cords make the sounds, but you didn’t want to know the answer. 

Bucky didn’t want to tell you, closing his eyes as a few tears fell and he pulled you closer. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” 

Shame washed over you, creeping into every crevice of your brain, making you want to bolt from the room. 

“I’m sorry–” 

“That’s not an answer.” 

“I–I was handling it. I didn’t want you to get involved in another fight–I don’t want you to ever have to fight again,” the words were tumbling out of your mouth faster than you could think, “I just wanted you to have a nice, normal Christmas.” 

When Bucky didn’t respond, you finally looked at his face–he was angry, and all of your excuses, the ones you had given to yourself over the past month, suddenly felt so stupid.

A knock on the door deflated the tension slightly, and Bruce stuck his head in. “Hey, uh, Walker, let me in.” 

You sat up quickly and ushered Bruce inside the bedroom, explaining as much as you could. 

“Bucky, can you tell me more about what happened, about what they gave you?” Bruce leaned over Bucky’s chest, stitching up the deeper wounds. 

Bucky glanced at you, and you could see in his eyes that he didn’t want you there for this. You quickly turned on your heel and left the room. 

“Is he okay?” 

You suppressed an annoyed growl at the sound of Walker’s voice. “I thought I told you to leave?” 

“What is your problem?” Walker walked quickly toward you. 

“Just because you were helpful here doesn’t mean you’re a good guy,” you turned away from him, rummaging through the fridge for something to make Bucky. “You think I’ve just forgotten about you murdering someone with Sam’s shield?” 

Your anger at yourself, fear, and guilt were bubbling toward the surface and were being directed right at Walker. 

“Hey, I didn’t show up tonight out of the goodness of my heart if that’s what you think. I don’t care about him, and I certainly don’t give a fuck about what happens to you. I had a job to do.”

You scoffed; now he was sounding more like the Walker you knew. “Yeah? And what exactly was that? Why would Yelena have called you?” 

“She didn’t. Our boss did.”

“Val?” 

“Good, you already know her. I’m here–saving both of your asses–because she wants to meet with you. I tried to tell her you weren’t the right fit, but she doesn’t listen to anyone but herself.” Walker slid a card across the kitchen counter.

You picked it up, turning it over, “there’s nothing here.” 

“Dramatics. She’ll call you.” 

“So what–I owe some kind of debt now? I didn’t ask you to show up!” You lost control of your voice, yelling too loud for a second before lowering it again. “I didn’t ask for this, whatever this is.”

“Like I said, I don’t care. I suggest you answer when she calls.” 

Walker slammed the door closed on his way out, and you ground your teeth together, cursing both him and Yelena. You didn’t have time to think about wringing Yelena’s neck though–you tentatively went back to the bedroom just as Bruce was sticking a needle in Bucky’s arm. 

“What are you giving him?” You asked in a hushed voice, keeping your distance. 

“Just something to help him sleep.” Bruce finished up, and Bucky’s eyes were already slipping closed. 

You stood in the doorway until Bruce made his way over to you. “Is he okay? What did he tell you?” 

Bruce looked over his shoulder warily, and you led him to the living room. 

“First of all, he’s going to be fine.”

The news didn’t relax you as much as you had hoped. 

“He asked me not to tell you anything else,” Bruce stepped toward the front door when your face turned angry. “Just make sure you’re there when he wakes up, okay? He’s had other people in his head too much, and he needs something to ground him.”

“Bruce,” you tried to stop him, but he was already halfway out the door. 

“I left my number; call if anything happens.” 

And then he was gone, and you were standing in the open doorway, confused and scared to go back in that bedroom. Bucky needed you, but this was all your fault. The anger on his face earlier told you everything you needed to know. You should leave–you would, but after he was okay. You wouldn’t let him wake up alone after he had begged you to stay.   

**

You didn’t go back to the bedroom; you kept yourself busy in the kitchen for as long as possible. Cooking calmed you to some extent; focusing on chopping and measuring ingredients kept your mind focused on something other than your dead-to-the-world boyfriend in the other room. Once you ran out of food to cook, you swallowed your fear and went to the bedroom. Bucky was still asleep in the same position you had left him in. You carefully untied his shoes and slipped them off, throwing them somewhere in the dark. You pulled his jeans down his legs with a bit of effort and maneuvered his body underneath the blankets. You cleaned his bruised and bloodied face with a warm washcloth until he looked a little more like your Bucky. 

You didn’t sleep and whatever Bruce had given Bucky thankfully kept him from hearing your tossing, turning, pacing, and crying. 

Every time you looked at him, you wanted to scream. He would heal fast–physically. But the damage was done. 

What did they make him see?  

Your eyes wandered over the stitches on the left side of his chest.

Hydra? The torture? 

Your mind raced, creating horrific scenarios–you didn’t really know what all had been done to him while he was under their control. He could have been seeing anything. Reliving a pain he had worked so hard to get away from. 

Your hand reached out to touch the scars and new wounds on his shoulder—how he actually got the metal arm never occurred to you until now.

It was the 40’s how could they have possibly attached it in a humane–

You jerked your hand away from him, digging your nails into your palms as hard as you could. You hated yourself for doing this to him. 

Hours passed as the night seemed to drag on and on. Your mind was an endless loop of violent images, imaging the worst possible things that Bucky could have gone through. If it wasn’t that, you were imagining how he would surely yell and scream at you as soon as he woke up. How quickly you had fucked up the one good thing you had. 

The sun would be up soon, your feet hit the cold floor, intending to make breakfast for Bucky, but the next thing you knew, you were standing at the bathroom sink. 

You looked down at the bottle in your hand and then at your reflection in the mirror. Bile rose in the back of your throat. 

“Doll?” Bucky’s sleepy but panicked voice made you look away from yourself. 

“I’m here,” you croaked, quickly stuffing the bottle back where you found it. “I’m here.” 

You pulled yourself together and opened the door. “Don’t get up!” You rushed to him and pushed him back down onto the bed. “You need to rest.” 

“What happened? Bruce was here and then–then I woke up.”

“He gave you something to make you sleep.”

Bucky frowned at the tone of your voice–you were standing too far away, closed off. 

“What’s wrong?” He tried to say more, tried to sit up again, but his throat felt like he had swallowed knives, and his head was pounding. 

You ignored his question; you should be happy that he was awake–and you were. But it also meant that soon the night would come rushing back to him, and he’d remember what you did. He’d remember that he was suffering because of you, and that would be the end. He’d yell and tell you to leave, and you deserved it; you knew that–but you didn’t want to face it all the same. 

“Um, can I get you something to eat? Do you feel okay? Do I need to call Bruce?” 

You paced around, mindlessly picking up the room as you rattled nervously. 

Bucky’s head throbbed with each erratic movement you made. “Can you just come here?” 

You stopped, looking at him for only a second before you averted your eyes back to the dirty shirt in your hand. “I’ll make you something to eat, lay down.” 

Before Bucky could argue, you were gone. 

This continued for the rest of the day until Bucky couldn’t take it anymore. You had apologized so many times you were starting to sound like him, and he swore you hadn’t touched him all day. 

He got out of bed, feeling more or less fine physically, and found you baking his favorite chocolate cake in the kitchen. 

“What are you doing out of bed?” You sighed, not looking away from your cake batter. 

“I missed you,” Bucky muttered, going to wrap his arms around you.

You flinched, moving away from him before he could touch you. “You need to rest, I–”

“I’m fine.” 

“I’m trying to make sure you don’t die. Can you just listen to me?!” 

Bucky reeled a bit from your sudden outburst. He watched you, looking for clues to what you were thinking. You cracked an egg, nearly shattering it and leaving bits of shell all over the counter. 

“Can we talk about it?” He finally said in a quiet voice.  

Your shoulders slumped; the tears you had been trying desperately to keep at bay started to fall down your cheeks as you mumbled another apology, never stopping the stirring motion of your wooden spoon. 

Bucky had had enough of the apologies, enough of you avoiding him; he didn’t understand. 

“Please stop.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, and when you still wouldn’t look at him, the last piece of his sanity slipped away. “Just stop!” 

You jumped when Bucky shouted and pulled the spoon out of your hand. Your watery eyes were wide as you took in his face; you couldn’t tell if he was angry or sad or scared. He was just staring at you like a caged animal, seconds away from losing it. 

“Do you–” you swallowed thickly, and closed your eyes. “Do you want me to leave?” 

Bucky’s hands wrapped around your arms, hard. “Don’t,” he pleaded. “I need you.” 

His lips pressed against yours, needy and desperate, but you pushed him away. This wasn’t how he was supposed to be reacting. He must still be out of it–maybe he forgot what happened. All you knew was that he wasn’t supposed to be looking at you like he still loved you; he wasn’t supposed to be touching you, kissing you, begging you to stay. 

“How can you still want me?” Your voice shook as you clung to his shirt; the only thing keeping you from falling to your knees was his arm wrapped around your waist. 

“What are you talking about, doll?” Bucky tried to pull back to look at your face, but you were clinging to him too tightly. He wrapped his arms around you and carried you to the lounge chair in the living room, sitting down with you in his lap. “It’s okay, you’re safe now, I’ve got you,” he whispered against your hair, holding you close. 

You couldn’t speak; the sobs wracking through your chest were too powerful. But Bucky’s words made no sense–you had to tell him, had to remind him what you had done. 

“B–b-bucky, I–it’s my fault,” you spoke through gasps of air, trying to make your hands release their grip on his shirt. “You don’t remember.”

“That’s what this is about? You think what happened is your fault?” 

You sat up, not bothering to wipe the tears from your face. “The Tracksuits, they were after me, and I didn’t stop them–”

Bucky shushed you, eventually putting his hand over your mouth to make you stop. “I didn’t forget, doll. It’s not your fault.” 

You shook your head about to argue when Bucky’s lips were on you again. 

“Bucky–”

“Stop blaming yourself; I need you,” Bucky muttered, pulling you closer to his chest. “How could I still want you–how could you even ask me that? You’re all I want–always.”

You processed his words slowly–you hadn’t even considered this. Of course, Bucky would be ridiculously understanding; of course, he would try to comfort you when he was the one that was hurt. Of course, he would still love you.

You were crying again, this time your arms wrapped tightly around his waist.“I love you–I’m so sor–”

“Don’t you dare apologize again,” Bucky cut you off. “Unless it’s for scaring the shit out of me,” Bucky lifted your face to kiss you again, returning to his needy, desperate pace. “I was so fucking scared something would happen to you.” 

His hands were under your shirt, his lips moved to your neck–suddenly, new emotions were racing to the forefront of your heart. With your guilt partially lifted, the adrenaline from the previous night came rushing back. 

“Bucky, I need you,” your voice sounded panicked as you kissed him hard, forcing your tongue in his mouth while also trying to pull his shirt over his head. 

You both gave in to what your bodies were telling you; you needed to be close, closer–Bucky was trying to carry you to the bedroom, but you pushed his sweats down and wrapped your hand around him. 

“Now, Bucky, now.” 

Bucky nodded breathlessly, pushing you against the wall in the hallway. Only moving away from your lips long enough to rip your leggings from your body and line himself up with your wet heat. 

“Shit, condom,” Bucky choked out, but you shook your head, digging your heels into his ass to push him further. 

“Don’t care–now! I need you!” 

“Fuck,” Bucky didn’t care anymore either. He needed this too badly. The ache in his chest was stitching itself back together with every thrust of his hips, with every moan and mutter of ‘I love you’ you let out against his lips. 

“Never gonna let you go,” Bucky mumbled as the familiar pink afterglow hue dusted your cheeks. 

“I’m yours, baby,” you sighed, your post-orgasm haze taking over. 

“No, ‘m serious, doll.” Bucky tried to focus his thoughts as he chased his own high, his hips starting to lose their rhythm and the pleasure stealing his words. All that would come out of his mouth were incoherent groans. 

“I got you, I got you,” you whispered, and he realized he was crying. 

Your bodies stayed pressed tightly together. Your erratic heartbeats thudded against each other until they slowed, the adrenaline done running its course. 

“Move in with me.” 

“What?” You made your eyes focus on him. “Are you serious?” 

Bucky nodded, supporting you with one arm while he pulled his pants up and took you to the bedroom. 

“Move in with me–or I’ll move in with you–where do you live?” 

You laughed at that and the serious look on Bucky’s face. 

“How do I not know where you live?” Bucky flopped on the bed next to you, pulling you to his side. 

“Well, it’s complicated–I don’t really have a permanent residence, I guess. But Delacroix will always be home.” 

“So let’s go, let’s move there.” 

You sat up on your elbow. “Bucky–” you studied his face–why were you going to argue? He was being earnest. He loved you. “Yes,” a smile spread across your face before you kissed him. “But not Delacroix, here. I like it here, with you.” 

Bucky swore he’d never been happier–not on his 8th birthday when his ma and pa surprised him with a shiny red bike, not the day his sister Mary had brought home a stray cat and ma let them keep it, not the day he had found the courage to hold Steve’s hand in the privacy of their barracks, and hadn’t been rejected like he feared. Not even the day you had told him you loved him compared to this–the pain in his chest was replaced with this new feeling–a pleasant ache, a longing–how was he longing for you when you were right there? 

“God, I love you so much.” He should have said more, but he couldn’t find the words. 

“You know I love you more,” you teased, pecking his lips before laying back down on his shoulder.

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