#but we're getting there and things are slowly getting better

[caramelpeaching]

STUDY SESSION — (nishimura riki)

pairing. ni-ki x collegestudent!reader

word count. 0.8k

genre. smut

warnings. established relationship, dom!riki, p in v, spanking (ass & pussy), praise, not degrading but he's rough

College always got the best of you. Sometimes it was just hard to stay focused with all of the upcomming tests, exams and projects, so when your boyfriend offered you help for the next important exam you had to at least give it a chance.

"I asked you a question. Go ahead and answer it before I change my hand for my belt." His voice was rough again, just like his words.

It has been like that for the whole study session, asking you questions so nicely, encouraging you to answer them correctly because 'you knew them' and 'you told him the answer a few questions ago'. But if you took more seconds to think about it than he liked, a little punishment was sure to come.

When Riki's palm landed once more at the lower part of your rear you gasped, biting your lip and closing your eyes to try and search for the answer everywhere in your mind.

And fuck, you had no idea about this one. You couldn't even remember writing it down on the class notes you gave him to get the questions from somewhere.

"You better answer, because this pretty thing is starting to get so so red. And I for sure feel bad for still going on with the spanking." You heard the sound of the stack of papers as he placed them at the edge of the bed and his little shift in position to crouch behind of your bending body. "I'll give you one more chance, alright?"

His lips pronounced the unanswered question again, this time returning to the soft voice and touch. But no matter how much you thought about it, you simply didn't know. "I don't remember, 'ki."

"You don't remember, baby?" You shook your head, your cheeks tinting pink from embarrassment.

You told him you studied so much, that was the only reason why he offered himself to help you this way, because you were meant to know every little question and he wouldn't have to spank you even once.

He grabbed the notes again just to throw them to you, making them land next to your head on the middle of the mattress. "Read it, I expect you to reply to me later with confidence."

Your hands switched from squeezing the sheets to hold onto the papers, scanning them to get the answer you needed. You'd remember it, you were sure of that. Because the sting you felt when he changed his whole palm for his fingers, and your rear for your clit was enough to make you close your legs immediately.

"That ain't no way of asking me to stop, is it?" His other hand caressed up and down your thigh, soothing you. "Keep them open and read, that's the only thing you need to do right now."

You sighed in defeat, slowly separating your thighs again just to be met with other two not too harsh slaps on your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your face fell flat over the sheets, screaming to him on repeat the answer you just read as your toes curled.

"That's it, that's it. I promise to give you a great reward once we're done with this."

Minutes passed and he said this would be the last round of questions, just to check that you indeed knew it all. But now it was slightly different, your belly was on top of one of your pillows while his cock got buried slowly inside of your velvety walls, making him groan from the expected tightness.

You could do nothing more than to moan when his hips started moving in a gentle motion and curse at him when he stopped because you took more than five seconds to answer correctly.

But that feeling of him moving again, rocking both of your bodies back and forth while his free hand explored all of your expossed skin drove you crazy enough to forget how mad you were at him for stopping.

"You can throw this to the trash, I swear I don't understand why you like this degree. We're done with it." The stack of your notes flew from his grasp, each one of the papers being spread on the bed right in front of your face. "I've been asking you that for the last hour and a half and I don't remember one thing."

You giggled, of course he didn't. To be fair, you were so shocked he agreed to parcitipate in this. "Well, I do. That's what matters."

"Oh, you don't know how mad I'mma be if your teacher fails you this one. Because I'm so damn proud of you." Riki leaned forward, cooing his words behind the shell of your ear. "Let's focus now on giving you the reward you deserve."

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"THAT'S MY GOOD FUCKING GIRL"

SOOOO I wrote another story with Buck because I (need him to fuck me until I can't walk straight) love him so much

I wrote this for everyone, but specially for the people that (as me) have a thing for that freaking metal arm ikyk *wink wink*

I hope you like it!

WARNING: EXPLICIT SMUT UNDER THE CUT

The soldier tried to get rid of the ropes that were tied around his wrists.

“Damn ropes,” he growled, trying to untie the strong knot that had been made around his wrists.

Then he heard them, several footsteps slowly approaching where he was.

“Shit,” he snorted as he listened to them. “I can hear you, you know?” he snorted. “If you want to be discreet, it would help if you didn't wear those fucking boots.” he shrugged. “But hey, if you're back to try to make me bleed, go ahead.” Suddenly the footsteps stopped, and Barnes listened, trying to guess if the intruder had left or was still in the house. “Hello?” he asked.

The footsteps started again, making you enter his field of vision. He watched you for a few moments with wide eyes, surprised by your presence.

“What…? You?” he asked, tilting his head in confusion. “How the hell…?” Where did you come from? How did you get in here?

-I climbed the wall –you said raising your hands- these new gloves Tony designed are the best, they stick like they were made of gum –you nodded towards the glasses hanging around your neck- you should let Stark take a look at them

-For your information, smartass, these glasses are older than you and I combined –he muttered- I use them to better focus on my objectives –he stared at you- but we're not talking about me, but about you –he said, turning the tables on you- What the fuck are you doing here? I told you not to follow me, that I wanted to work alone on this mission –he sighed tiredly- I hoped you would at least respect my decision, but of course you haven't because you barely respect yourself

-What the fuck did you say? –you questioned, looking at him with rage reflecting in your dark eyes-

-You heard me, fuck –the super-soldier growled- they could have killed you if they had seen you come in here –he muttered- it's not that I don't trust you, okay? You're an exceptional agent and Fury would agree with me –he explained- you know that he would have put us together if it weren't because… -he tilted his head- the people in this place are extremely dangerous, and not because they're armed to the teeth with pistols and semi-automatic weapons –he muttered- they're an illegal organization that has been trafficking drugs and scientific experiments for years. Do you understand? These guys are top 1 on the list of biggest motherfuckers in the world, even above Hydra

You watched him closely for a few moments, as he continued with his story

-Apparently, when I snuck into their headquarters a couple of months ago they were working on a new drug to introduce into the black market, which supposedly brainwashes people and forces them to experience feelings they don't want, which makes them either extremely vulnerable or turns them into cold, emotionless soldiers –he lowered his head- like I was

The sadness in his voice when he said that made you want to run out of there, travel back in time, grab all the Hydra motherfuckers who hurt him and kill them all again one by one slowly and agonizingly.

-That's why you came here alone- you finally realized, he nodded-

-Yes- he confirmed- this is something personal for me- he stated- and for the record, I was carrying out my role with absolute normality, until they knocked me out- he made a gesture with his head towards the ropes- then I woke up here, tied to a chair while they tortured me for I don't know how many hours

-Are you okay?- you asked trying to see his wrists from your position-

-Yes, I've been tortured before by people who were much better at it, so it's nothing- he assured you- listen to me, these people are not the type you can mess with- he continued explaining- especially when they have unidentified drugs up their sleeve- he murmured seriously- that's why you have to leave, right now- he ordered, fixing his gaze on your eyes-

-Leave? I've come to save you!

"You, saving me?" you exclaimed, making an amused smile appear on his lips.

"You, saving me?" he questioned as if it seemed to him the craziest thing he had ever heard in his life. "Please, you saving me?" he snorted, very self-satisfied. "I can untie myself and get up from this chair whenever I want," he murmured. "Just because I have a couple of bruises doesn't mean I'm useless, okay?" he took a deep breath. "I have everything under control, just…" he swallowed slowly. "Go away before they hurt you," he whispered. "I need to know that you're safe."

The sparkle in his green eyes was enough for you to realize that he was serious. Even if what he was saying was true (and probably the most sensible option), you refused to listen to him.

-I'm not going to leave you here, I don't care what you say to me - you declared firmly, he let out a curse under his breath -

-Fuck, you're so stubborn - he complained, staring at you again -

-Look who's talking, the most stubborn one in the place - he frowned-

-I'm not stubborn! –Barnes exclaimed- I just know when my teammates can handle missions and when they can't, and you can't handle this one –he decreed- so you have to leave before they come back

At that moment Bucky felt a sharp pain in his neck, which made him turn his head as if he had been punched. Worried, you approached him without actually touching him.

-What happened to you? Are you okay? –you asked trying to find his eyes with your gaze-

-Fuck! –he growled, shaking his head from side to side, as if he was trying to wake up from a nightmare- I felt like something was poking me in the neck –he said, tilting his head- Do you see anything?

-Yes –you affirmed pointing at his skin with your index finger- they stuck a dart in you

-A dart? -he questioned while looking at the windows of the adjacent buildings- And where the hell did it come from? -his eyes focused on a fixed point outside- Look there, on the beams! -he pointed to the exact spot with his head- you have to get out of here, go away- he ordered hastily- you have to go before they know you're here… -you saw how his eyes began to close, whatever they had injected him with must have been powerful enough to knock him out- just… run… -he said before fainting-

Several hours later, the super-soldier came to. He slowly raised his gaze, causing a slight dizziness to suddenly come over him.

-Shit… my head… -he complained, looking around the room, which he didn't recognize- Where am I? -he asked himself out loud- What the hell…?

Then he saw you, stationed at the entrance of the room in a simple T-shirt and pants outfit.

-Oh, hello –he greeted, looking at you a little more attentively than he should have- it's you again –he observed- wait… I… I thought I told you to go away –he frowned, looking at the walls for a moment- wait a second, where are we?

-In my apartment –you answered-

-Your apartment? –he asked- How did we get here? We were in… –he looked at himself for a moment- Where the fuck are my clothes? What the hell happened?

-I got rid of the group that was outside your building –you explained calmly- then I brought you here

-Wait, wait –he stopped you- Did you kill all those men when I passed out? –you nodded- What happened to the leader?

-He was the only one I didn't kill - you confessed, holding his gaze - they put him in police custody awaiting trial - you explained - I assume that Fury is pulling the strings so that the case becomes Shield's matter and thus transfer the prisoner to the Raft as soon as possible

He stared at you, thinking what he should say next.

-I suppose I underestimated you - he said very slowly - and how did you manage to drag me here by yourself? Didn't I weigh much? - he questioned -

-Not really - you crossed your arms - I have lifted weights that weigh more than you, sergeant

A hoarse laugh came from between his lips, making you shudder. If only you knew how much it affected him when you called him that…

-You're lying –he whispered- I'm sure you had help –he laughed- you're not exactly Hawkeye, honey- he smiled- come on, you're smaller than me –he said pointing out the obvious- but… thanks –he said, making you nod your head as you assimilated that he had thanked you for saving his life, it was always good to hear it- and… Why did you bring me to your apartment? –he asked- Why not to the headquarters?

You stayed silent and he scrutinized your face for a few moments before finding the answer himself

-Oh, I see –he whispered- you would be in trouble if you had taken me there, because you weren't supposed to help me –he focused his gaze on you- Did Fury order you not to come after me?

-It could be - you answered in a small voice, he clicked his tongue-

-I knew it - he muttered angrily - I told you not to get involved in this, and you did it anyway - he snorted - God, you are so stubborn… - he complained - Do you know how dangerous those darts can be?

-No, I don't know, just like you - you said - so stop pretending you know what all this is about, because you don't

-Whatever you say, princess - he snorted, looking away at the wall beside him -

-No, I listened to you, so now YOU are going to listen to ME - you ordered, making the soldier focus all his attention on you again - when I brought you here, all by myself for your information, I thought you were dead - you said - your pulse was very weak and you were barely breathing. Do you understand? - you questioned, looking him straight in the eyes- I've been alone all my life and I've never felt as lonely as when I left your body on the tiles in my kitchen

-Technically I've been dead twice - he intervened delicately- but… thanks for stitching up my wounds - he looked at his chest and arms- from what I see you've done an excellent job - he took a deep breath- I should go and return to the barracks

-No

-No? - he questioned raising an eyebrow- Are you telling me what to do? - he asked, as if he hadn't heard you well- look, I appreciate your concern and all, but I really have to go

He stood up and walked towards the door, but you ran towards it and locked it before he got there.

You turned around to observe his imposing figure in the middle of the hallway, his metal arm sending out small flashes due to the moonlight that entered through the apartment windows.

-Have you really locked the door? –he questioned pointing out the obvious- Is this another hostage situation that I should be worried about? –he asked, sketching an amused smile-

The expression on your face and your body posture made it clear to him that you weren't going to let him go, so he raised his hands on both sides of his body in a gesture of defeat.

-Okay, okay - he gave in - but at least give me back my shirt - he asked kindly - at least you left my pants on, so thanks for that - he whispered ironically -

A loud sound reached Bucky's ears, who quickly became alert, looking both ways frantically.

-What the fuck is that? - he asked alarmed -

-It's the kettle - you said slowly - calm down, everything's okay

-Shit, sorry… - he whispered - it's just that… well… you know, my PTSD from being… - he swallowed hard, you had never seen him more vulnerable than at that moment - the Winter Soldier implies panic at loud sounds - he said - so I… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you

-I'm the one who should apologize - you retorted - I had no idea

-It's okay, you didn't have to know - he murmured kindly - You headed towards the living room. He followed you. A pile of clean clothes rested on the soft surface.

“This is for you,” you said timidly before picking up the bottle with the pills, “and this too,” you whispered, “is for the headache.”

An amused smile appeared on his lips.

“Will you make me some tea and offer me some new clothes?” he observed. “I appreciate it, but don't think that by doing this I'm going to forget the fact that you stayed when I told you to leave, but… thank you,” he said again, this was the third time.

You sat down on the couch and poured the tea. He took a sip before leaving the cup on the table.

-It's good - he said before taking a couple of pills - and these should take effect soon - he observed before looking at you firmly - I appreciate all this, but we would not have ended up in this situation if you had done what I told you to do - he explained - we have been lucky, because if not this could have ended in a very different way

-I know - you murmured, getting up to pick up your cup -

-I know you know - he affirmed -

He observed you for a moment, before speaking more softly than before.

-You are acting as if I were about to yell at you - he explained - Are you really not afraid of me?

-No - you answered calmly - Are you angry?

-No, I am a little disappointed in you for not taking your safety seriously - he confessed - but I am not angry - he smiled - but Fury will be… furious - he paused for a moment - if he finds out

-Are you going to threaten him? - you asked curiously-

-I won't, if you do it you're doing something for me - he said - never ever follow me on a mission as dangerous as this unless I ask you to, do you understand me? You are a very important asset for Shield, and that's why you are under my protection - he reminded you - I can't let you get hurt or killed - he said - it's not that I don't trust you, it's that keeping you safe is part of my job, not letting you get into things you're not ready for - he added - believe me, I had to deal with this type of situations a lot with Steve - he smiled remembering it - so, that would be all basically - he finished -

-Is that all? - you asked, he frowned -

-Is that all? - he repeated - And what…? - then he noticed your neck and your arms for the first time since he woke up from his slumber, now with the light he could see you clearly - What is that? -he questioned, staring at you-

-What?

-That, on your neck –he asked- Is it a bandage? Because it's in the same area where I… -his voice faded, as he looked into your eyes- little liar –he whispered, sending a shiver through your body- Did they manage to hit you with one of those darts too?

He remained silent, waiting for you to confess, but since you didn't, he spoke again

-I asked you a question, and I'm waiting for an answer. Did they shoot you?

-Yes –you muttered under your breath, he cursed-

-Shit –he complained- I told you not to follow me. This is the main reason why I told you not to –he snorted-

-Calm down –you asked, he looked at you firmly- -Calm down? -he asked- they shot darts at us with a substance that we don't know what it is- he reminded you- we could die right now and no one… -he stopped- shit, I'm fine- he reassured you- just a little dizzy- he said- it's because you're too close

You hadn't realized, but as you talked you had gotten closer to him, just like he to you.

-Do you want me to go? -you asked, he shook his head negatively-

-No, just… get away a little -he whispered- I'm sorry, but I can't seem to concentrate well right now-

-It happens to me too -you confessed alternating your gaze from his eyes to his mouth-

-Shit -he cursed again- I think there was something in that drug those bastards shot at us -he explained- I don't know what it could be but I feel weird -he whispered- I feel like my heart is racing every few minutes more than normal, and it definitely doesn't help that you're there, existing like a strong ray of sunlight hitting me directly in the face -he said making you blush-

-I think this drug could be an aphrodisiac or something like that -the soldier murmured- that would explain why… -he paused for a moment- no, no, no t-this is w-wrong -he stammered- I-I have to g-go-

You placed your hands on his chest silencing him immediately. You felt his strong muscles moving under his skin.

“Your hands… are warm on my skin,” he whispered, gently raising his metal hand to your face.

Automatically, all the thoughts you had about him and that hand and what he could do to you with it made your face heat up.

“You're blushing.”

“It's not true.”

“Yes it is,” he laughed, amused that you tried to hide it. “You…? Do you really like my metal arm?” he asked, raising the corner of his lips in a half-smile. “I mean… it's usually unpleasant for women.”

“Not for me,” you confessed, feeling like your face was about to explode.

“Oh, I see,” he whispered, “you love it, right?” he asked. “Shit, is that the drug talking, or…?”

“No,” you answered faster than you wanted. “I've been watching you for a while.”

That WAS because of the drug. I mean, it was true, but if you hadn't been on some kind of psychotropic drug (which you were) you would never have admitted that out loud, much less in front of him.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, making your heart skip a few beats, "especially so close," he sighed, "when I can admire everything about you," he whispered as he snuck his fingers under the waistband of your pants little by little before beginning to rub his fingers over your clothed center. "Is it okay?" he asked, you nodded. "More?" he questioned, reading the expression on your face.

Once again you nodded, making him let out a hoarse laugh that made you tense up deliciously.

"Only if you ask me nicely…" he murmured, stopping his movements, making you let out a gasp of surprise, he smiled.

"Please Bucky, can you…?" -You didn't have time to finish the sentence, since he had resumed his movements, which made you hold on to his broad shoulders to avoid collapsing-

-So obedient… -he murmured, watching you closely- I definitely didn't expect that from someone as stubborn as you- he laughed- shit- he growled- tell me to stop right now if you don't want me to kiss you- he said, staring into your eyes-

-I don't want you to stop- you repeated, swallowing hard, seeing the intense shine in his green eyes-

-Give me those lips then- he growled as he closed the distance that separated you to kiss you-

His lips moved needily against yours, making you gasp into his mouth. His beard tickled you, but you didn't care.

Not when he was kissing you like that, as if the air in his own lungs wasn't necessary to live, that he also needed the air in yours.

-This –kiss- is a –kiss- very bad idea –he murmured between kisses- you know that right? –he questioned- we should –kiss- stop –another kiss-

You watched each other for a moment, understanding each other without needing to speak, until he said:

-Fuck, I don't want to stop either –he panted kissing your neck and taking off your shirt and bra to leave kisses between needy and sweet on your chest- My God, every part of you is perfect –he whispered sliding his lips over your skin-

Little by little he placed you on your back against the couch without stopping kissing you, his powerful body floating over yours.

-That's it, darling –he praised against your mouth- give me better access –he murmured making a gesture towards himself for a moment- let me…

Without warning, you snapped your fingers and all his clothes disappeared making him laugh.

-Sometimes I forget that, besides being an excellent agent, you are also a mutant - he smiled - I have seen you use your powers before, but never like this

-That's because I only reserve these tricks for you - you whispered, making him smile -

Your powers consisted of making any physical element appear and disappear at will whenever you wanted.

At first you made things disappear without wanting to, but thanks to your training with Wanda and Strange you learned to bring them back and, ultimately, control your powers completely.

His fingers pushed aside your underwear, sneaking inside you. A gasp escaped from between your lips, noticing how he stretched you.

-Shit you are so wet - he observed, staring into your wide eyes - I can't wait and see how you taste," he confessed, making your hair stand on end, "but first you have to do something for me," he whispered, "can you do it, darling?" he added, you nodded weakly, his fingers certainly didn't help you concentrate properly. "Of course you can," he murmured before kissing you again, "do you know what I want you to do?" –he came closer to your ear, and whispered- I want you to beg

-I already have –you complained, he shook his head slowly-

-Not enough –he growled lightly- you're lovely, but you're going to have to beg me if you really want this –he whispered, you felt how the fact that he suddenly became so bossy only made you more excited than you already were- do it –he pressed- beg me

-Please Bucky –you pouted- I need you

-Come on princess –he sketched an amused smile- you can do better than that

That's when you exploded. Your libido was through the roof, and you needed him so much that his fingers weren't enough anymore, you wanted him.

-I need you inside me –you confessed- I need you to bury yourself so deep inside me that I don't know where I end and you begin.

-That's better –he said resuming his movements in your center- I knew you could do better –he added between laughs-

-Wait –you said holding his wrist with your hand- I need… I want… -your gaze shifted to his other arm, making his smile grow wider-

-Do you want me to touch you with my metal hand? –he questioned, you nodded slowly, feeling yourself blush- shit you're fucking adorable, are you sure? –you nodded again- you really have a thing for it don't you? –he took a deep breath for a moment- okay –he agreed- Who would dare to reject such a sweet offer?

He quickly replaced his flesh hand with the metal one. A squeal escaped from between his lips at the cold contact of the metal on your hot center. You held onto him as he curled his fingers, brushing against that spot that made your head spin.

-That's it, let me caress your clit- he whispered, watching you intently- good girl- he praised, making you gasp and start moving your hips against his fingers, suddenly his contact disappeared. Your eyes widened when you saw how he placed both hands on your hips-

-Fuck it- he growled- spread your legs- he ordered, staring at you-

-Why did you stop?- you moaned- I was about to…

-You're going to cum several times tonight- he assured you- now I need to taste you

Unable to say another word, you nodded and did as he asked.

-You're so wet- he whispered, placing himself between your legs- but I want you to be even more- he confessed, leaving a soft kiss on your center- legs on my shoulders, doll

You couldn't explain in words what happened next. His tongue was everywhere, sucking, licking, and tugging at your clit making you feel soaked like never before.

You arched your back into him, earning a murmur from him as he claimed you with his mouth. You rested both of your hands in his hair, tugging at it between your hands.

“Yes baby,” he whispered, “show me what you like,” he said as you squirmed against him. “Your moans tell me you’ve been wanting this for a long time,” he commented as he kissed you.

“Yes.”

“Yes?” he questioned. “You’ve been thinking about me like this, huh? I bet you got wet thinking about me doing this, right?” “Another kiss,” you nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence at the thought of a super-soldier eating your pussy out on your couch. “Is this what you wanted?”

-Yes –you gasped, holding onto his hair again, feeling yourself blush-

-It's okay, baby –he whispered- you're not the only one who's had those fantasies –he confessed, and the fact that Bucky had been thinking about you like that was enough to make you cum at that moment- you've been on my mind for quite some time, too –he began to explain- in this position and maybe with one of my hands on your throat –a muffled cry escaped from between your lips, since that was the same thing you had been thinking- preferably the metal one –he whispered, thus completing both of your fantasy-

-I… -you gasped- I've been thinking about that too –you confessed, he smiled-

-Do you want to do it now? –he asked and you nodded- good girl –he murmured- okay, here we go –he said reaching his hand up to your throat- I'll just place it around it without using force, just so you feel his presence, okay? –you nodded firmly-

When you felt the cold metal against the skin of your neck, and his long fingers wrapping around your throat you thought you would faint. The pleasure you were feeling at that moment was nothing like anything you had ever experienced before.

-Oh fuck –he gasped watching you- this is so fucking sexy… -he growled- my hand around your throat –he murmured kissing you in the center again- my other hand stimulating your clit and my mouth devouring you like I have been wanting for weeks

The sensations were… too much. You felt your body tense and relax in equal parts. He noticed it too when he looked up at you.

-I can feel you tightening around my fingers –he whispered- Are you going to cum already, doll? –he asked- Are you close? –you nodded- good –he murmured- I want you to cum on my fingers while I make a mess of your clit –the mere thought made your head spin- Can you do that for me?

Lost in the cloud of lividity, you nodded.

-Good girl –he praised kissing you- just feel my fingers stretching you, while my teeth pull on your clit

-Buck… -you gasped holding onto his hair again-

-That's it baby, cum for me –he ordered-

With a loud squeal, you did it. As you caught your breath, his green eyes scanned your face intently.

“That’s my good girl,” he smiled. “You came so hard,” he murmured, his smile growing wider. “How long have you been holding it in, babe?”

“Too long,” you replied, trying to calm the trembling in your legs. Without giving him time to say anything else, you wrapped your hand around his cock. This time it was he who gasped.

“Baby,” he growled, throwing his head back. “I need to feel something more than just your hand,” he confessed. “Take your time, I don’t want to make you…”

A hoarse gasp escaped from between his lips as you took him into your mouth and tasted the tip between your lips. He raised his hips against you, making you feel him grow inside your mouth.

-Wait- he growled holding your head gently with his metal hand- I don't want to cum without feeling you first- he patted his leg twice- come here, sit on my lap

He didn't have to ask you twice. You positioned yourself there, he held your hips between his hands while offering you a radiant smile.

-Hi- you greeted with a nervous laugh-

-Hi- he whispered focusing all his attention on you- I want you to ride me- he confessed making you almost choke on your own saliva, you loved that he was so direct- now you have control and I want you to take my cock like a good fucking girl. Understand?

You nodded and raised your hips to slowly introduce him inside you. You both gasped at the sensation, his metal hand rested on your back, helping you stabilize.

-Slow down, baby – he whispered – don't rush – he asked – it's been a while since I last saw you

You moved your hips against him, feeling how he stretched you in a delicious way.

He buried his face in your neck to kiss you again while you sighed and moved looking for a release that came too soon.

When you finished he held you in his arms and without realizing it you fell asleep against each other.

[promiscuousg1rl]

how not to — rafe cameron

rafe cameron x pogue!reader

summary: you and rafe are over, you've been over. and although he was the one who chose to end your relationship, he's also the one who can't seem to leave you alone and let the relationship go.

note: this is based off the song how not to by dan & shay!

You should be used to seeing him by now. Wheezie has been taking ballet classes at this studio for almost a year now and you are one of her instructors after all.

But for the last two months she was always coming in with her older brother in tow instead of her parents, claiming that Rafe had gotten stuck standing in as "dance brother" because they couldn't make it.

You believed it at first. You knew Mr. and Mrs. Cameron were busy people and work related responsibilities came up a lot. However when Wheezie got into her talkative moods and expressed how glad she was that Rafe offered to be her permanent chauffeur, you became skeptical.

Now you knew Rafe loved his little sister to pieces but if there was one thing he was never willing to do? It was sitting up at a dance studio surrounded by a bunch of middle-aged women bragging about theirs daughter's grand jeté being better than everyone else's.

And yet here he is, walking Wheezie in with a smile so big it made the skin around his eyes crinkle.

"Hey y/n!" Wheezie wears an identical smile to Rafe's, fully prepared for class in her light pink leotard and tights.

You stand up from the receptionist desk. "Hi wheezie," you reply. "Today we're going to be in studio B, go ahead and put your things in your locker."

She gives you an eager nod before skipping past you and to the back.

As soon as she's out of your line of sight you sit back down and do your best to make yourself look busy. A part of you hopes he'll choose to leave but as he continues to stare down at you from the other side of the desk, you know its wishful thinking.

"So," he says with that usual drawl to his voice. "How've you been?"

You still before slowly glancing up at him. You despise how good he looks in his backwards-facing baseball hat and Carolina blue UNC t-shirt. Did he somehow get beefier in the last few weeks?

"Uh, I've been good Rafe," you mutter. "How about you?"

Propping his arms atop of the counter, large biceps bulging beneath the hem of his short sleeves, he shrugs. " 'Been hanging in there."

You nod.

It was bizarre to think about how much a break up can change things. This was someone whose ear you used to talk off 24/7. He was a best friend to you before a lover and the one person you told everything to. That was all over now; you're nothing more than two strangers engaging in a boring conversation.

As much is it hurt you, you had to remember that it was his doing. It was his decision to end things with you after two years together.

"I must've missed you at Sarah's party the other night."

You wonder if he actually thinks this whole naive facade will work on you. Especially since you're more than sure that he was fully aware that you declined Sarah's invitation and why you declined it in the first place.

It was him; the reason why you refuse to step foot on Tannyhill. Even when Rose begged you to give Wheezie private lessons on the estate, you politely said no. You just couldn't do it. It was hard enough living in the same town and trying to avoid him; and the only reason you were able to was because of your differing tax brackets.

You were a pogue and after the break up you couldn't help but thank your lucky stars that you resided on the Cut.

Work was also something you looked forward to because him dropping off and picking up Wheezie was rare.

Or at least, it used to be.

"No you didn't," you give him a blank stare. "I didn't go."

"Because of me?"

You sigh. "Rafe..."

You rise from your seat and go to make your way towards the studios. The sight of you leaving practically sends him into a panic, he rounds the desk and softly grabs your sweater-covered wrist in his hand.

"Look you don't have to do that okay?" His face is pinched with guilt. "You don't have to avoid me o-or stop hanging out with my sister because—"

Your scoffs cuts him off and he furrows his brows in confusion.

That expression alone has your skin getting hot. Is he serious?

"Did you not tell me, verbatim, to "get the hell out of your life" and that you were tired of being smothered by me? Are those not the words that came out of your mouth?"

Rafe combs a hand through his hair. "I...yes okay I said some shitty things but it was just that, bullshit. I didn't mean any of it, alright?"

You glare up at him, yanking your arm from his grasp. "And here we go with the excuses."

"It's not an excuse, y/n. I was fucked up because of all that shit going on with the guys, I took it out on you—"

"Like always," You shake your head. "You let them get into your head, and like always, I became collateral damage. It was fuck my feelings as long as," you take a quick glance around, bringing your voice down to a whisper. "Topper and Kelce gave you the validation you were looking for."

Rafe looks down in shame, swallowing hard.

You thought he was past that stage in his life, caring what people thought of him and your relationship. Apparently you were wrong.

"I just don't get it," you feel stupid as tears well up in your eyes. "If I wasn't good enough for you to choose me, then why can't you just leave me alone?"

“I made a mistake yn,” Rafe shuffles in place, working up the courage to meet your eyes again. He regrets it as soon as he takes in the tears in yours eyes. He hates himself for making you cry, it makes him think of the promise he broke. The one where he said he’d never hurt you and couldn’t imagine ever doing so. But he was a destructive bastard who was only capable of breaking things; hurting those closest to him. It was in his nature.

And yet, despite being fully aware of who he was and everything he was capable of, he couldn’t find it in himself to let you go. Not when he still thinks about every minute of everyday. Yeah it was contradicting; he made his choice and he should be the one who’s strong enough to walk away and move on. However the thought of you no longer being in his life terrifies him more than anything else.

 “I just wanna fix it.”

“You can’t,” You say, turning away from him. “So please, let this go. Let me go.”

[hymen-restoration-project]

Okay this sounds really weird but I want to explain to you all the recent drama my friend group has had and your opinion on it basically my friend group of furries we met online in 2020 we started hanging out then furry events in 2021 I started talking to this girl (lets call her delilah) in 2021 and we became best friends and I slowly started having feelings for her and it got really really bad I have a partner I've had a partner for the past six years but I've always been poly so having feelings for other people as always been like something that is just normal to me but my partner didn't really want to explore that also my partner is a cis male the Year previously at a furry convention a mutual friend made some pretty racist insults towards a black person whilst intoxicated and delilah forgave him and I was really not happy about this but I kind of let my feelings get in the way which is a really bad thing to do but whatever anyway we're at a furry convention this year and the entire convention is flooded I have done probably five different drugs and drink my self into like a pit and I Confess my feelings to her in front of her boyfriend and then proceed to have an entire ego death which was not great but she continued to still talk to me until I went a bit loco cocoa from the ego death and kind of like thought I was like the second coming of Jesus or something and she really didn't like that and neither did my other friend and they both kind of stopped talking to me at the same time but like the other friend like told me the reasons why she stopped talking to me but this girl has like completely stopped talking to me without telling me i got invited to a blood on the Clock Tower Very group and she happened to be in it actually I did invite myself I did ask her boyfriend for but I just wanted to play blood on the Clock Tower I genuinely did not fucking care about her like okay it happened I was over It just wanted to play blood on the clock tower anyway obviously she was in the group and I played blood in the clock tower probably every day for like two weeks and then they randomly click kicked me out and I didnt even like to people I was playing with to be honest just like they were really horrible people like they were popufurs and all cis men they would body shame people and then and be transphobic and openly racist as well and obviously the guy who was like racist at the furry convention was there and it was his friend group and I literally just wanted to play some games but their conversations were literally so toxic that I would just sit there and disassociate entire time I was playing and I would like try and be nice to them and they just didn't understand it and also I was going through like really really bad withdrawals from opioids and it was the only thing kind of getting though my days because at night I'd be like shivering and throwing up and shit anyway she stopped talking to me and my partner is upset of me because they were his friends too but I'm like surely you should stand up for me and and but apparently that's not the case and he wants me to try and be friends with them even though I don't want to be and I feel like it'd be better for me to leave the pseudo racist girl alone and live my non racist life somewhere else ygm?

Also she took my phone charger in the divorce.

I am a teenage girl and what is this

[noneatnonedotcom]

gonna play some vidya but before i do I'm gonna roll up Profesor Arc

a version of our lovable noodle who was the rusted knight first then showed up at beacon. i get one free pick and 2 random rolls. lets see how our boy does and then I'll let you know how I picture the story changing.

first pick

Peerless: (800CP) The knights of Britain are renown for their skill, power and honour. The knights of the Round Table exemplify Britain’s virtues to an even greater extent. You? Lancelot at his height is the only one you can call a peer and he doesn’t remain there for long. Few men are as perfectly well rounded as you. Your physical abilities are enough that you could fight powerful adult dragons and demons to a draw with your bare hands or even win if you added a good weapon to your side. You’ve got unbelievable levels of martial skill in both offense and defense, across two dozen kinds of weapons, such that even without your physical abilities being so great you could slay armies. You have strategic and tactical abilities that let you lead small forces to crush far larger ones and can even make a good substitute for a king if your liege needs to spend a few months away at war, though you are far below the sort of king that can create a golden age. You have a high level of natural talent at any skill or ability you try your hand at and find it very easy to learn and train to become better at new things, quickly surpassing even the most venerable of warriors in their specialties. Of course, you would not be peerless if you did not also look the part. Among all the men in the world, only the divine could outmatch your physical splendour and even then, only by a touch. Your king might frown on the hordes of maidens that lust after you but you really can’t help it, as you gather admirers and love interests even when fully armoured and masked. Just something about you.

chose this one because we're going with the assumption that jaune grew into his roll as the rusted knight since he didn't slowly go mad waiting for rwby. he spent his time in the ever after learning to be a hero and helping people just for the fun of it.

we also know he's already something of a lady's man so that's just turned up to 11 now.

random roll 1

Dark Teacher: (200CP) Teachers have a great deal of power, given they are the source of each proceeding generation’s greatest warriors, magicians and leaders. Rarely is this more true than it is for you. A teacher like few others, those who study under you find that they learn as if they had enormous talent for anything you teach them, picking up everything from the combat arts to the spells of the far off Norse with lightning speed. Even faster this grows should you welcome them into your bedchambers and give them the gift of your thighs. You are particularly charming to any student you have in that manner indeed, and find that even those not yet your student will feel a growing desire to become such as your own fame for great skill and power grows.

alright so jaune's a really good teacher in this, and it speeds up if he sleeps with his students.... someone call @evenmorefatallyobsessed

seems like we're using his version of professor Arc for this lmao

random roll 2

All The King’s Horses: (100CP)A godly being like you deserves a godly steed to travel, and while you may possess an Authority to do so already, another item may prove useful in some cases. For that, this legendary mount is yours to use. Able to break the speed of sound easily while protecting all passengers and possessing a small but effective amount of firepower to defend you when you need it. The exact aesthetic depends on you, maybe you want a flying horse or a small dragon or a vimana. Regardless, the specs will be the same.

juniper made it out and is all the stronger for it! able to break the sound barrier is way faster than she used to be. and while riding on her back jaune's protected from the air and such. jackalope op

alright with that out of the way, lets move on to what this would have changed in the show.

jaune's past in this would be a built up mystery with hints of his time as the rusted knight shining through for eagle eyed fans who pay attention and know the lore. the story of the rusted knight would be brought up a lot in the first season and the good professor would always be a bit cagey about whether he likes the books or not.

as for character changes? not much, yeah he didn't know about aura still and does have to go get it unlocked before he takes the job, but he's basically just a normal teen who got back from an isseki adventure. he's got more hobbies related to equestrainism with juniper and practicing his skills but for the most part he's still just a comic loving dork who wants to make friends.

that's another thing jaune's gonna be physically 17 in this still but being much more solidly built and having longer hair he looks more mature.

the main joke around jaune is how much his students wanna jump his bones. he's like the male goodwitch in how everyone who's into guys just can't look away. his amazing skills at teaching just make everyone want him more. and when he goes out of his way to help them? well they can't not fuck him now can they?

jaune himself still doesn't get the hints, or maybe he just doesn't wanna sleep with his students. either way main joke of those new rwby would be professor arc fan service constantly coming up.

on the other hand he's utterly terrifying in combat. literally pearless in everything except aura usage and he's learning that fast. his time in the ever after changed him so he's just built different now.

the plot would be a lot of the same at first, team rwby learning to deal with each other and ruby learning to lead. pyrrha might not be his partner but she defiantly seeks him out for some private training when she can. yang will not give up on the various pick up lines/ jokes she uses on the professor though and blake thinks jaune can see right through her and knows her past.

the joke there will be that he doesn't. he really didn't think it was his business to get into his student's private lives unless they wanted him too. weiss tries to be prim and proper around him but secretly ships him with winter.

nora and ren like him. he's nice and will even help teach them or train with them for combat class. pyrrha being the only one who consistently asks for training (everyone else is too caught up in looking at jaune lol) means that they spend a lot more time around him than the average students.

people just assume juniper is an animal from out in the wilds that they've never seen before and jaune unlocked her aura so that's why she's so fast, she got a semblance.

volume 2 is where the mystery of professor arc starts getting investigated each member of team rwby imagines his mysterious past from his paperwork differently (ie in different genres of stories) and as they investigate more their theories get more elaborate sometimes jumping to entirely new genres as well, but this is the b plot of the second season. the main plot is white fang stuff with jaune proving he's absolutely terrifying on the battle field and acting as a deterant. leading the two teams on various practice missions. to handle grimm, jaune and qrow have a bromance

volume 3 we get teases that jaune might be a villain but it's a red haring the fall still happens but jaune's much more proactive and pyrrha survives, cinder still becomes the fallmaiden but has to flee when jaune shows up. yang never looses her arm but still gets her ass kicked. blake still runs off, weiss is taken back home. jaune and tai have a bromance

volume 4 lots of side quests for jaune ruby yang pyrrha ren and nora. with jaune still teaching them they're now way stronger than they were in cannon and pyrrha finally gets her man now that he's not technically their teacher anymore. ruby sleeps with him soon after. yang doesn't feel like it, still down after everything and hunting for her mother. series finally is jaune fighting cinder and raven at the same time unlocking his semblance to be truly busted. jaune and qrow have a bromance

volume 5 jaune is asked by ironwood to protect the lower city with it's wall down. jaune's happy to help but dealing with the grimm is a full time job and no one is quite sure what to do without him. ruby is forced into a leadership roll with everyone back. and we learn that jaune really was the rusted knight. pyrrha and ruby both advance so fast the others start to joke it's because Jaune finally gave them the right motivation. ozpin calls ironwood from a land line, turns out that when he dies he reincarnates in a baby's body. no soul to absorb but even just sitting up and getting his eyes to focus right is impossible right now. he'll have to remain hidden until he's old enough to fight. all he can offer is wisdom. salem attacks but thanks to everyone working together is repeled. especially after jaune explains that they could just cut her to pieces and freeze the pieces as a win condition. sure it won't last forever but he figures they could get a cool couple of centuries out of it, and if they make it to space they can just leave her to drift out there forever.

volume 6 ruby want snu snu! pyrrha want snu snu! jaune thinks they should actually talk about what their relationship is.

... qrow and jaune have a bromance as they all travel to vaccuo.

main thing here is jaune doesn't actually change the plot points too much even being op, he's just one man and a jackalope at the end of the day. what effect he does have on the plot comes from pyrrha and ruby being more effective heroes since they have more training from jaune. picking up all sorts of skills from him even before the sex based power up.

but that's just me

@heliosthegriffin @howlingday @weatherman667

how would you write this version of jaune? specifically as a character in the show and what all would you change about the show.

also peerless plus dark teacher would be overpowered in the [Worm] universe for an alternate greg. yeah he's not a legendary king but he could lead an order of knights in the grim dark world of superheroes . at least stop things from getting worse. though greg would probably pull an eminence in shadow and be more preoccupied with playing superhero than truly fixing the world. such is the problem of being a 15 year old. that combination would be really interesting in a 40k character though, especially if he's not a primarch or space marine but a normal human able to train other humans to the same ish level

[jungshookz]

a little thought

HELLO

a lot of these little posts for me as of late, this one is more of a rambling word vomit type but just wanted to share my thoughts with everyone as this blog was and is such a big part of my life <3 i value our relationship as parasocial as it might seem LOL but i have to be honest with you guys and myself before i continue writing this blog and building it back up :')

but first let me say some other things:

i hope everyone had a lovely valentine's day - it's a day to celebrate love of all kind, i PERSONALLY had a great valentine's day celebration aka i ordered dinner for myself and had a sushi roll that they shaped into a heart and was definitely meant for a couple to share. however, did i body that entire roll in 20 minutes? you BET your ass i did

new stories are definitely in the works, it's just taking me a while to balance job-hunting and writing! i promise i still have a whole list of drabbles to get to and as per usual my inbox is always open for suggestions if you want to see any particular scenarios

i am going to be more active on the blog from this point onwards whether that's just talking to you guys or posting drabbles - i know i've kind of been in and out but i was doing some deep reflection the other night and i think i've come to a conclusion about why i've been so in and out which you can read below if you feel inclined to hehe but also it will get a little #deep and #emotional

i think the reason why i've been struggling to come back every time is because i worry a lot about being forgotten or that no one will really care about my stories anymore because there are so many other writers out there posting stories, so me coming back to write wouldn't matter at all?? and also i'm worried that people will be upset with me?? which is totally something that i need to work on bc why is that always my automatic thought that all of you guys are on we're mad at cee island

i am still here, i am still reading your messages, and i am very VERY slowly getting back into writing love stories. i think after experiencing an emotionally abusive relationship and realising that not all love stories are like the ones i wrote about took a bigger toll on me than i thought... i mean there's a reason why i stopped writing love stories and disappeared back in 2022: i was so preoccupied with the tumultuous relationship i was in with an Evil Man and had completely lost my zest for writing love stories which was so sad because for so long they'd been such a big part of my life! i felt i couldn't write them because my stories weren't representative of the "real" (warped) version of love i was experiencing in real life :-/ and i think i've been afraid to admit that bc of how stubborn i am about a lot of things

it's been almost two years since the end of that relationship and i still think about a lot. in fact i thought about it so dang much that my whole thesis was based on it but BOOYAH i've graduated so some good came out of that >:D of course i'm doing a lot better and have built a new life for myself in a new city, BLOCKED his ass after he emailed me with a new email address and cackled about it, achieved things i never thought i would get close to when i was in that relationship, but i would be lying if i said those experiences didn't impact the way that i approach romantic relationships now as well as the way i approach writing love stories!!

the good news is that i did a little bit of writing the other night and for a second i felt the old cee returning (i make fun of her all the time but love her and admire her productivity, idk how she was pumping out like three drabbles a week), i had a good flow going on and i realised how much i missed y/n!! i am slowly starting to feel like myself again when it comes to writing stories and it's such a great feeling

anyway this was just a long way of saying i'm going to try and be better and i'm determined to write stories again and rebuild my relationship with you <3 our ceety will rise again!!! i'm sorry that it's taken me a while and i'll probably have to fall and get up a few more times before i get back into the groove but i hope you'll stick around for the long run, you don't know how much it means to me to know that some of you have been here from the start and are still checking in from time to time

lmk your thoughts, you know my inbox is always open!

cee

[merlyybird]

Could I ask for Vector being sick for a writing request?

"You really think it's that bad?" Vector could speak again now that the thermometer was out, but his voice still had a shortness to it due to his stuffy nose. "Come on, Espio. It's just a common cold. You don't need to do all this."

Espio peered at the reading on the thermometer. "Well, you're still running a fever, but it's gone down. That's a good sign." He turned it off and set it on the bedside table. "Another day of rest and I'm sure you'll feel better."

"What??" Vector sat up in bed a little. "No, hang on. Read it again. Maybe it was just a trick of the light or---" He froze in the middle of his sentence with a scrunched-up look on his face. "Ahh...aaahhh---" He reached for a tissue and brought it to his nose. "---CHOO!"  The tissue fluttered as he blew into it. He lowered it and sniffed. "...I feel fine."

"Vector," Espio raised an eyebrow and held out one hand, prompting Vector to lay down again. "Don't debate this with me. You don't need to work right now, you need rest."

Vector sighed and slouched back against his pillow. "...Ah, darn it." He dropped his dirty tissue in the nearby trash can and flopped his arm over his forehead. "Why'd this stupid bug have to get me today? Couldn't it have waited a week?"

"That's not really how illnesses work," said Espio.

"I know that! It's just...we've got such a packed schedule. I was supposed to interview two different clients, do research on our case, go to the grocery store---"

"All of those things will still happen." Espio brought a hand to his chest. "I'll take care of it."

Vector sat up again to stare at him. "Really?" He tilted his head forward. "You sure you can handle it?"

"Of course."

"And you're sure you can keep him outta trouble?"

Vector gestured toward the doorway, where Charmy had just entered, flying, carrying a very full cup of water.

"Here you go!" He rushed forward a little too fast and water sloshed right onto the floor. "Whoops---!"

"Charmy, careful!" Espio ducked as Charmy swooped over him. Some of the water splashed onto his head, and he froze for a second before slowly wiping it from his eyes. He stood up. "...I'm getting some paper towels."

Espio left the room while Charmy set what remained of the water on the bedside table, next to the thermometer. "There." He landed on the floor and looked up at Vector with big eyes.

Vector sighed, smiled, and gave Charmy a pat on the head. "Thanks." He raised a playful eyebrow. "So how come you zoomed in here like that? It's not a race, kiddo. You just made a mess."

"Yeah, but Espio said you needed water right now, so I did it really fast," Charmy beamed proudly, then tilted his head. "Do you need anything else? I can get it!"

"Uhhh, I'm good for now. Thanks, bud."

Espio walked back into the room with a roll of paper towels under his arm. He began to tear them off one by one and drape them over the puddles of spilled water on the floor.

Vector watched Espio with a knowing smile. "Already more than you bargained for, huh?"

Espio gathered up the soaked paper towels in one arm, got to his feet, and seemingly refused to make eye contact with Vector---he was trying a little too hard to seem cool and aloof. He cleared his throat and closed his eyes. "No. This is all very feasible. See? I just solved that problem. I can solve more." He opened his eyes and pointed at Vector. "Don't get up."

"Don't worry, Vector. We're gonna take good care of you." Charmy gave him a pat on the arm, then leaned in and looked at him pointedly. "Are you sure you don't need anything?"

Vector glanced at Espio, who shrugged, then smiled politely back down at Charmy. "Uh...I guess I'm kinda hungry?"

"Oooh, okay! We have a can of noodle soup left, don't we? Don't we??" Charmy took to the air again. "Be right back!"

He zipped past Espio, out the doorway, and had to skid to a halt in the air before turning down the hall.

Espio and Vector both watched him go. Espio waited until he was out of earshot to turn back towards Vector with a concerned expression on his face. He pointed awkwardly back toward the doorway with his thumb. "I should..."

"Yeah, you should go help him," Vector laughed. Espio moved to leave.

"Hey," Vector said, prompting Espio to wait. Vector smiled at him. "...You got this. You're a capable guy, I just...hate to leave you hangin'."

Espio's eyes brightened, and his stance loosened a little---this was how Vector could tell he was happy. "Thank you," muttered Espio, "You deserve a day off." He gave Vector a single nod. "I won't let you down."

With that, he left the room. Vector settled into bed and closed his eyes with a contented sigh.

As much as he hated being down for the count, at least he could rest easy knowing Espio would handle everything, just for a day. Including whatever mess Charmy was about to make in the kitchen.

[note: i used this kinda like a short story/scene warmup prompt! i very much enjoy putting the chaotix in a mundane situation]

[overlordbill]

Stan stares at him, a mischievous grin slowly stretching across his face. "You are absolutely right! I think I should get some better attractions. And who better to help me than some weird uh- robot puppet triangle thing? Why don't you come inside the shack an' give me some tips?" He asks, shooing away the crowd of bystanders away.

"Grucle Stan! He's dangerous!" Dipper hisses shooting Bill a glare before going back to flipping through the journal. "This says if he ever gets a physical form, we're all doomed!"

Stan laughs, shaking his head as he climbs down from the stage. "These kids and their imaginations! Am i right?" He stops and waves his hand over top of Bill. "Huh"

"He's real! Or, maybe this is a dream!" Mabel looks over at Dipper, who pinches himself and shakes his head no. "Yeah, I didn't think so, or else my dream boys would be here!!"

HIYA, BILL. GOT A RANDOM THOUGHT I THOUGHT WOULD BE FUNNY. WANNA LET ME PESTER THOSE PESKY PINES FAMILY YA’VE GOT LEFTOVER HERE? I’LL PINKIE PROMISE NOT TO KILL THEM. (-(

"HEY, PAL! SURE YA CAN! I'M NOT DOING MUCH WITH THEM ANYWAY! IF YA TELL EM TOO MUCH, I'LL HAVE TO MESS WITH THEIR MEMORIES THOUGH"

[spinnysocks]

we are so back <- just answered a bunch of asks

[star-lights-up]

"Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him?"

ref ⬇️

[papa-evershed]

Guys, I want your opinions. Seeing as how Generation Z has dropped I'm obviously going to gif it. But, because it's still considered early access, I also don't wanna be that asshole who posts gifs prematurely because nothing chaps my own ass more than opening up Tumblr and stumbling upon spoilers before something has even released. But is it considered spoilers when it's technically been released in some capacity? IDFK so I'm asking y'all.

[torchickentacos]

The pokemon anime subreddit fascinates and frustrates me on equally deep levels

[unproduciblesmackdown]

also "textless" versions of these, wahooo

[annyankers]

I literally have fics I need to finish after years and ideas and half started things in the wings but now that I'm thinking about this concept I am bewitched.

I think a really fun idea for a "similar but different" rewrite/telling of the show is just "Buffy but her issues and anxieties present much differently"

Like here's Buffy's damage as I see/understand it, both the root and canon symptoms/examples when I have them:

Low self-esteem/relies immensely on external validation (makes decisions based on the scoobies opinions, like... all of season one, homecoming etc.) Obfuscates/undermines her own intelligence (she's obviously very smart and it's shown when she's in a supportive environment she does really well in academics so I truly think she doesn't always get how smart she is/doesn't try so she can't be let down/berated) Catastrophic abandonment issues (Merrick, Pike, her dad, Angel, Riley etc) Handles everything with avoidance/denial/repression/etc (see: her everything) Looming existential crisis and horror of her own short doomed life as a slayer (see: also her everything but especially her emotional ties and such as well as life planning or the noticeable lack of) Feeling out of control bc of said fate (her whole control freak thing is a response to this) Lack of communication skills (tied to low self-esteem, abandonment fears, being judged etc, also they're just hard) deep seated trust issues (the abandonments, being committed by her parents, all the various backstabs etc)

All of which are very good and compelling but like.... what if those things presented or where dealt with differently? here are my thoughts/notes on that:

Low self-esteem/relies immensely on external validation : constantly preforming a false identity, lying, like lowkey kinda two faced, actively keeping at a certain distance from others to mitigate how much their opinion matters to her, leaning on being the slayer for self-worth (taking it more seriously at first, caring more about the academic end, being a bit too much of a watcher's pet sometimes, saving people just for the "thank you" etc.) Obfuscates/undermines her own intelligence : actively tries to learn a lot of stuff and do her best in school/slayer studies to try and prove she's not stupid. like forcing herself to the point of meltdown to study because she doesn't want to look dumb, which only makes it harder for her to actually learn anything. Catastrophic abandonment issues : tug-o-war rollercoaster relationships, she desperately wants people in her life but she's also terrified of people leaving her so she tries to keep them at bay or cut them off completely when her anxiety peaks. Handles everything with avoidance/denial/repression/etc : comes off as totally unflappable and like a total cool girl when in reality she's having dry heaving panic attacks in the school bathroom because she simply cannot express or process a single emotion. Any she does emote are usually calculated and performed. Looming existential crisis and horror of her own short doomed life as a slayer : see above panic attacks but also fuels her constant whiplashing and inconsistencies, she wants to live her likely very short life to the fullest and experience as much as she can but there's so many things and the clock is ticking, so she bounces from trying to do everything to being paralyzed with choice anxiety which tends to lead to disaster. Feeling out of control bc of said fate : the panic attacks, also her trying to know sooooo much slayer stuff, as if becoming a phd in slayerness will unlock the power to control it. Also her eventually snapping at the council and trying to domineer them way earlier, also likely going WAY farther into bad girl behavior with faith (like drinking and a tattoo, the classics) Lack of communication skills : better communication skills on like, a technical level, but it's all anxiety fueled, she's just trying to make her case so accurately and so well she can't be punished for having a possibly unpopular opinion, also WAY more lying, like not just covering for slayerage or w/e but just full blown lying about herself and what she's doing and what she wants. Deep seated trust issues : would rather eat a gun than admit to a feeling, micromanages people, endless trust tests that just make people disgusted with her, relationship dysfunctions like not dating people she likes only people she doesn't feel threatened by, finds emotional release by having a biweekly meltdown instead of talking to anyone about anything

I will also put it here just for the sake of clarity since this whole post is a fucking mess structurally but when I mean Buffy takes being the slayer more seriously I don't mean she goes the full Kendra, just that her starting point is more like where she is around season 5 or 7 tho with way less self confidence. Like she's walking in with iffy self-esteem and being told she's Special and the world is bigger and more magical than she thought and she's important to it. So she tries to do a good job and be curious about her lineage at first, to Be A Hero as a means of making herself feel better about who she is. After Merrick dies and everything in LA is Bad and her parents commit her and divorce because of her tho... she absolutely back slides to the refusal of the call we see in S1. Prophecy Girl is still important for her accepting her destiny but the energy is more like getting back to where she was from a more healthy and genuine place. So there's more of that like.... action hero who retired after a Mission Gone Bad trying to forgive themselves and get back into the good fight vibe.

Here's some ways I can see these changes in how her issues present could change the narrative:

Giles and Buffy becoming extremely close starting in mid-late S1 because he found her having one of her many meltdowns at the very back of library and she wordvomitted her many existential crises at him and he's just you know, a decent human being. This feeds into her trying to be the Bestest Little Slayer and his protectiveness come prophecy girl and infinitely increases his conflict come helpless. Like when you know your slayer is paralyzed by the looming knowledge of their death, how they may never do all these things they really wanted to do or never be able to accurately express to their loved ones their feelings before they die a horrific death it because they feel so inherently transient as a person it makes it VERY HARD to then betray that fragile trust and possibly get them killed.

Actually looks into Angel(us) herself WAY WAY WAY EARLIER, like immediately on knowing he's a vamp, both to because she wants to be the Bestest Little Slayer and because she's looking for excuses/reasons to shut down a possible friendship.

Platonic and not romantic bangel. I'll admit I'm not a bangel shipper of the bat which is a factor, but this is actually me kinda looking out for the bangel and angel girlies (gender neutral) in my own way. One of my biggest beefs with the fandom and writers of both shows is how they tend to fixate on the sex changing angel when it's explicitly stated a few times it's the emotional connection that made him lose his soul. If Buffy is too much of a disaster to even date someone when serious emotions are involved, let alone have sex with someone bc Trust Issues, then we can focus on their connection. If Angel loses his soul after say, sharing a meaningful moment with Buffy where they feel like they've found the only other person who could understand them and they're friends then just hammers in that it's the contentment that understanding brings which is the trigger. We're validating the connection here at the core of bangel just from a different angle which imo is always fun with any ship.

Related to her friendship with Angel, Buffy has a much more nuanced view on demons in part because she's just more curious about the world she was dropped into and what the slayer even is. This allowance for nuances and grace for demons is also a manifestation of her own anxieties about herself. She's clearly not a normal human, even if she doesn't learn about the origins of the slayer until Season 7 if you're someone who sits and thinks about it all, it's not hard to see the similarities between her and demons before then. And she does think (too much) so she does see it and it does make her anxious. So you know.... leave a little gap for good demons... and things... because what if.... you know...

Willow and Xander (and to be fair everyone, even Buffy) get called out on their bullshit way way way more. Since Buffy ping-pongs between desperately wanting connection while trying to maintain emotional space and full blown trying to burn bridges so they can't hurt her in some nebulous negative future she says a LOT of shit without filter and the explicit intent to hurt with plenty of actual canonical evidence to use for ammo. To keep the Scoobies actually together through all that there's a lot of maturing and owning up that has to happen much faster than it does in canon. Like it'd be a miracle for Xander to still be her friend just after asking her out because of her issues with trust/attachment/emotion etc without some very serious work done and Willow would get wrung the fuck out for Something Blue because of how out of control it made her feel/what it exposed about her issues.

More prominent Oz-Buffy friendship which later becomes immensely important and a tension with her and Willow come Something Blue. It starts just as like, Oz is so relaxed and seemingly aloof it makes her feel safer than everyone else, like she doesn't need to talk or act as much so there's less threat. Given his overall zen this later becomes a really important friendship and crutch for her and she's nearly as upset as Willow when he leaves. The fact she's the other person who was deeply hurt by this and Willow was all Like That and diminishing her pain in Something Blue is a blow out for them.

Knows who Spike is by reputation tho not by face or anything, this is again part the Bestest Little Slayer complex. Which can lead to interesting dynamics down the road. I personally like to think of it starting as a morbid kind of celebrity/professional fixation thing since he killed two slayers and she's lowkey anxious about her expiration date. Like yes she fought Lothos, who depending on how you wanna handle the pre-series lore, killed some amount of slayers, his method was to swoop in when they were very fresh, hypnotize them and then kill them. Dangerous yes but it's similar to Angelus' whole MO and implies an unwillingness to get into real combat with a slayer. Spike however, has actually beaten slayers at their own game which is a whole different kettle of fish. I think it also likely means she cares about his opinion more than in canon, again as being the Bestest Little Slayer, like if Spike of all people says "wow Buffy you sure are the swellest slayer I've ever met" it would mean more because he's met and fought other slayers.

The stuff with Faith is Even Messier because Buffy is a messier person and for all her attempts to push people away when she meets someone who she thinks will truly Get her she fixates. Hard. Basically we're moving some of the messy relationship energy of bangel onto fuffy to 1. give that emotional growth/damage somewhere to go while highlighting the hold Faith has on her 2. confirm Buffy as a bisexual disaster queen.

Buffy being closer with Cordy and Anya because they're so aggressively straight forward. It soothes her relationship based anxieties to have only aggressive and no passive lol. Related to that she's much closer with Tara too, for reasons more in line with the Oz Thing. Buffy might lowkey like Willow's partners more than Willow sometimes oops sdkjfghdlsfk.

Buffy in Helpless not just telling the Council to eat shit but like actively threatening unhinged targeted anti-council violence if they don't meet her demands (basically a lil fucking respect and employee status since she's already fully in her "what do i do for food money when I graduate" spiral). This is a Buffy who snaps between wanting approval and wanting to viciously protect what little life, and the quality of it, she has left.

Sees the Initiative immediately as a threat because she's a catastrophizer, has trust issues, and paradoxically trusts Spike's judgment about work related calls.

100% doesn't date Riley lol absolutely sticks to her guns on that, at least as like, a serious boyfriend. If she does anything like date him it's for information on the Initiative. This is a Buffy who is slower to get into truly meaningful relationships with people she has actual feelings for, so she absolutely wouldn't date him genuinely. Like genuinely I think her longest official relationship was Scott Hope for context. She's also shitty enough that she would date him as a manipulation and not feel to bad about it -- again Bestest Little Slayer™ complex is a hell of a drug.

Instead of being all dopey and happily engaged in Something Blue Buffy is an anxious wretch dry heaving in Giles' bathroom convinced their marriage is doomed before it started because Spike will realize she's not worth the trouble or her silently cuddled into Spike while he tries to soothe her. This full blown display of how genuinely messed up her mental/emotional state is in front of all their friends and a dude who could actively use this info against her almost completely destroys her friendship with Willow (and everyone because she's too Ashamed to be seen after that) and she even lives at home for a bit. That life choice turns out to be good because she gets Good Mom Advice and after some meaningful talks her friendship with Willow is way stronger, her other friendships are more open and Giles helps her navigate some things.

Bonus comedy coming from Buffy's progress in being more open with her friends and such coming in the context of her just straight up having a panic attack in the middle of Scooby meetings and shit. Like after a bit of getting used to it it's just them all patiently waiting or continuing to talk while Buffy paces, hyperventilates, dry heaves, hunches over, goes thru all 5 stages of grief, laughs maniacally, etc for 10 minutes before bouncing back like "Okay :D I feel better now!!! :D!!!!!". like it's genuinely fully to think of Xander eating a donut and timing how long this one is gonna take and being like "hey congrats, you only cursed god for 5 minutes this time! Progress!"

This also is a good way to allow for more openings to let Xander Not Suck and do more heart themed good stuff. Like he may not be a superhero but he comprehends constantly fucking mclosing it because he too, is constantly fucking mclosing it. So we get more chances to see him being a good friend which I'm always for.

Literally all of Spuffy is just weirder and wilder in a completely different direction. Buffy getting the "you're the most specialist little slayer ever" validation from Spike is something she did want but not in this context, it is sadly however, still doing happy things in her brain to her horror. Also in cold pragmatic way, it's very much a relief to know he's not interested in killing her anymore, but then again him loving her is infinitely more scary because to her love is scarier than death. So this is like.... a mental-emotional/psychosexual saw trap built just for her by Pinhead lol. Ironically we're playing way more into Spike's strengths as a old timey romantic and a predator with it being more of a chase than whatever the fuck you'd call canon. Also because he's tenacious it forces exploration of the issues around her refusals to be emotionally intimate and honest. Because he's so sensitive and she does respect his work as a bloodthirsty killer that she's like "look, it's NOT about you this is A ME ISSUE" and he... is Spike.... so lksdjfghkjlsfd he's a SAP he's gonna try to teach her how to looooooveeee it'll be fineeeeeeeee [cue a series of disasters]

Buffy probably shipping everyone out of Sunnydale the second she realizes Glory is a god tbhhhhh. Even Joyce like sorry mom you're gonna live in a hospital in Switzerland or something for a few months rip. Like I feel like that's the realistic move for this Buffy but it's likely possible to come up with a reason why she can't do that for the plot lol.

Buffy dropping everyone who was involved in bringing her back to life like a hot potato and being way more visibly unhinged about what happened to her. Her emotionally stability was rockier to start, she's less of a constant people pleaser, and she's just kinda more prone to being actively cruel so it just kinda tracks. Fences do eventually get mended over time, likely spearheaded by someone like Tara who mainly just wanted to properly apologize, not get back in her good graces (which is why it even happens).

Spuffy this season is probably it's own weird mix of healthier and toxic in a different way sdkljfghdfjk like more co-dependent with her hiding behind Spike and making him do all the emotional labor she can't stomach doing and him encouraging it because he needs the validation it gives him. Also she backslides on any progress she made towards improved emotional intimacy. the pro of becoming emotionally dependent on Spike tho is that he's the consummate caretaker and a sap, so she gets a lot of the quiet and softness and patience she needs. Like it could've been worse dfkljghds

THERE'S LIKELY MORE THINGS but I'm starting to run out of what was already kinda in my brain or occurred to me while writing this and this is ALREADY SO FUCKING LONG.

I JUST HAVE THOUGHTS AND THINK IT WOULD BE INTERESTING IF SHE HAD ROUGHLY THE SAME BAGGAGE BUT IT PRESENTED DIFFERENTLY

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o-oh a bout of nostalgia alert

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I'm absolutely determined to pay attention to all the seasonal changes and embrace them as much as possible this year and to try and romanaticise it. we've tried to do the same for the last couple of years too but I think we're getting better at it over time