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Bruce is beekeeping age, but Artemis would still smash
I respect and agree.
Artemis (Amazon): Jason, your dad is at âbeekeeping age.â You know what that means?
Jason refused to respond; he already knew where this conversation was headed. But Artemis took his silence as an invitation to elaborate on the slang term.
Artemis: It means heâs an attractive, middle-aged manâusually in his 40s or 50s. You know, the kind of guy who would keep bees and make his own honey.
Jason (monotone): Thatâs not something he does.
Artemis (undeterred): He doesnât have to do that exactly. Itâs just cute how heâs the cape crusader at night, but at home, heâs such an emo dorkâlike a businessman and a cool dad.
Jason pretended to examine his soda can, regretting that he had said anything at all. He wondered how the conversation had even started.
Artemis: Heâs kind of cuteâtough, tall, and handsome. How old is your dad?
Jason brought his hands together, trying to block out the thoughts swirling in his head.
Artemis: Heâs definitely at "beekeeping age." Some Amazons even call him a DILF.
Jason (whispering to himself): I wonder if I killed myself and got thrown in the pit, would I forget this?
Artemis (looking longingly): He reads books, heâs always there for you guys. He protects you like he protects Gotham. I never had a dad, but my mom wasnât even there for me like that.
Jason refused to respond, taking a long drink from his soda can instead.
Artemis (wistfully): The crazy thing is, none of my former partnersâbesides you, of courseâhave made my heart flutter like Bruce and guys like him do. I know you two arenât close, but a strong man who loves you, supports you, and is conventionally attractiveâŠ
Jason examined his gun, debating what Artemis would say next while struggling to keep his boiling annoyance at bay.
Artemis (twiddling her fingers, lost in thought): Jason, I think I want to fuck your dad.
Jason (angry): No, really? I couldnât tell!
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Later that day, Jason made a surprise visit to Bruce to discuss the earlier conversation. If he was going to live with that moment replaying in his head, the man connected to it would have to hear about it too.
Bruce: She said I was âbeekeeping age?â
Jason (staring at his feet): Yes. And before you ask, itâs a term for an âattractiveâ middle-aged man, usually in his 40s or 50s.
Bruce: How did she know I was in my 40s?
Jason: Oh my God, that's what you focus on?!
Bruce (alarmed): Sorry, sorry! Iâm just thrown off by the fact that she said itâsheâs your age, and that felt wrong to hear.
Jason: Yeah, she called you a DILF too.
Bruce: Whatâs a DILF?
Jason covered his eyes, cringing at the word.
Jason: Look it up. Because if I say the full acronym, I might shoot you in your kneecaps!
Bruce shrugged, then pulled out his phone to search for the definition. After reading it, he buried his head in his hands, exhausted by the world.
Bruce: Iâm so tired of this. Why canât people just see me as fairly attractive and move on?
Jason: Thank God weâre on the same page about this.
Bruce: Yep, yep, yep. I already had to get Selina to stop calling me "Daddy."
Jason nearly vomited at the thought of that word connected to his foster dad.
Jason: Yep, this is going to be a full session in therapy next week. Anyway, avoid her forever, or I'm going to lose my mind.
Bruce: I promise, Iâm not going to do anything with her. That may have sounded wrong, but I wouldnât because it's all kinds of messed up. Iâm with Selinaâshe's my partner. Even if I were singleâ
Jason shot Bruce a glare, clutching a letter opener. Bruce nodded, cutting himself off before he could say anything that would make Jason want to stab him.
Bruce (ashamed): Have I paid you this month? I have not! Let me get my phone; Iâll be right back!
Bruce hurried out of the office, leaving Jason to collect his bearings. He pondered whether he deserved an extra paycheck after just getting paid last week, then shrugged.
Jason: Works for me.
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âi donât like how theyâre redeeming taco iââ THIS SHOW IS WRITTEN BY STEVEN UNIVERSE FANS
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"Cannibalism as a metaphor for love is such an interesting narrative choice!" Until you add poc into the narrative and here come the millions of "think pieces" that either 1.) dehumanize them for the same thing their yte counterparts are praised and, sometimes, even...applauded for (eg. Yellowjackets and other supernatural media), 2.) or use it inappropriately to justify harm brought on to poc communities. But that's a conversation for another time.
(tw for some of the tags as well)
#tw cannibalism#like about yellowjackets even tho i enjoy the show it was very apparent how some in the fandom would highlight shauna#and the other yte characters for diving into their cannibalistic urges while demonizing tai lottie & other poc characters on the show#(also paired with ableist rhetoric)#supernatural shows vampires and zombies take a look at how fandom treats the poc vs yte characters even if they are doing the same thing#(eg. how yte vamps are often sexualized and viewed as figures of desire which wouldn't be a problem if poc vamps weren't painted as literal#villains for doing the same thing like i didn't forget how marcel from tvd was treated &#& now with louis and claudia from iwtv#& with zombies with tlou how people were talking about henry & sam read a certain way#(have you noticed how it's mainly yte zombies who get to have romantic plots as well....)#if you're wondering how this narrative translates into real life some often use it to justify harm & abuse inflicted toward poc communities#ive seen people justify what dahmer did to his victims (who were primarily black & brown) because he âlovedâ them#im not even going to go into how it's interesting poc communities often are labeled as cannibalistic when yte people have a history with#this (from literally eating those who were enslaved to using black people's hair & other body parts as furniture and accessories) but that#fact is often brushed over#this fact is also prevalent today bc with how the media and far right politics are demonize haitian immigrants when it was an ohio native#who was did what the media was accusing these immigrants of#(its also very telling how there was little to no fact checking they just immediately went to blame poc communities but not very surprising#tvd#tlou#yellowjackets#this is mainly an analysis#pls dni if you can't be respectful or have a collected conversation about this
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When your maladaptive daydreaming has been so intense again for a while, that your brain tricks you into missing things that literally never happened in the first place đżđ
Just had that and was like "đ„șđ„șđȘđ...đ€šđ€đââ"
#In general- a lot of things that I just imagined back then became an actual part of my past.#Yes I've been in a long relationship with Inuyasha#Yes I lived together with some Creepypasta characters in a house in the middle of the forest where Lj was my creator and jeff like bro#Yes I've worked close together with Grell and William as Shinigami and collected souls of people#Yes Eric and Alan were and forever will be my Siblings#Yes I've been part of the TeenWolf universe but somehow all my scenes got deleted apparently#And the most obvious one- of course I've been in the otherworld at some point. I know how everything looks over there#where the villages are located and how to get there ect.#and now the most previous one is- of course Markiplier is a werewolf and all the shit I've imagined so far#is actually true and has happened just like that (btw If I would tell the whole story so far- and I thought about writing everything down-#I would sit and speak for over 2 hours... I know this for a fact cuz I already did that once and now I think about writing everything down#so that I don't forget anything cuz memories start to get blurry lmao)#longest hashtags I've ever written wahoo
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every day after work, you found yourself sat at your desk attempting to write back a response to the soldier who referred to himself as âghostâ. crumpled up stationary surrounded your desk space, along with different types of pens as you obsessed over your handwriting. if one letter of your penmanship looked wrong, the paper would become another ball added to the collection of half written letters that contained slightly different, if not the same, wording in response to the thank you letter from ghost.
the simple questions he asked to get to know you suddenly felt like the hardest questions to answer, as if you were being graded on the facts about yourself. was he going to find your hobbies boring? maybe your hobbies were boring the more you read your response. the easiest question to answer was regarding how long you had been doing the care packages - a few years since one of your friends had a significant other that joined the military. stories often mixed with people who received packages and cards from family members frequently, but the ones where some received little to none are the ones that made you upset. so, you had decided to explain that to ghost and it was probably the easiest response of them all to write out. not single moment did the pen leave the paper for you to collect your thoughts or how to word your answer.
but then, you continued to answer the questions he asked you, and in return you asked him similar or different ones. again, you werenât positive he would reply this time around, but you figured youâd still return the gesture of asking him questions as well. and when you finished writing it all, reading through it god only knows how many times for errors, you finally slipped it into an envelope. this time, no âtreatsâ were included, instead you had opted to ask him if he had any favorites, that way if he did end up writing you back then you could buy him what he preferred.
and after you mailed out the letter, you pushed the thought of it to the side to try and forget about it. but, you couldnât deny every time you arrived home and checked the mail you were secretly hoping there was a response. but then a few weeks went by and there really was no response waiting mixed in with your other mail.
then after almost two months, after a shit day at work, you didnât even think twice as you grabbed the mail and walked into your home. going through the motions of your routine - showering, cooking dinner and anything else you had to take care of, you finally sat at the counter towards the end of the night to sort through the mail. a small card was tucked between a bunch of other trash mail, your eyes immediately recognizing the handwriting. quickly, you opened up the envelope and sure enough, that same notebook paper was tucked into it, this time three pieces of paper unfolded in your hands.Â
..itâs been quite hectic over where iâm currently at, so sorry for the lack of my respondingâŠ
...iâm a bit upset of the lack of treats, it definitely beats what we have to eat sometimes.
the reason you do the packages is quite sweet. is your friendsâ partner still alive? you use the past tense when you speak of them. sorry if that is rude to ask.
you read every word of the letter, not once, but twice. and he didnât just read your response to his, he took notice of the small details. you didnât even realize you had used the past tense, but he wasnât wrong in his assumption either when he thought they might have passed. it was like reading a full blown conversation he had to himself in his head; the way before or after some sentences, he would write out interjections. some sentences were followed by parentheses where he made his own little comment as well about what he had just written.
again, i hope you forgive my delayed response. hope it doesnât stop you from writing back. donât always have the time, but promise iâll get back to you. maybe in your next letter you can send me a picture of yourself, i think it would be nice to put a face to the name that signs off on these. i canât do the same, but iâll find a way to make up for that. âtil the next letter, ghost.
and while you didnât get started writing your response that night, you did make your way to your room with a smile on your face. excitement was already brewing about what you would say in your response and the next anticipated response he would give back, even if he did take a bit to respond.
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For years now, I have been railing against the Republican Party as a literal â literal â Party of Plague. In these closing days of the campaign, they have quadrupled back down on this in ways that will kill millions of Americans.
Not âmight.â Will.
Appointing RFK, Jr. as czar of public health and letting him âgo wildâ will kill millions. Again, not might: will. Not immediately, no, but over time. Trump himself is utterly refusing to promise he and his party wonât ban vaccines and said on Sunday that RFK Jr.âs pledge to eliminate fluoridation of water on day one âsounds OK to me.â
If they do this and make it stick, millions will die. And an outsized number of them will be children.
Courtesy McNadoMD on Mastodon, here are a few of the diseases mass vaccination eliminated from American life, and which banning vaccination will bring back, along with some of their symptoms and progression paths.Howdy folks! Friendly neighborhood ER doc here. Did you know that Trumpâs folks want to take vaccines off of the market? That means you canât get a shot even if you want one. Did you know that the tetanus shot is a vaccine? If you want your kids to be safe from lockjaw (caused by tetanus), you want vaccines to be available. You know what else is a vaccine? Rabies shots. If a rabid dog or bat bites your kid, do you want your kid to be able to be treated before they die of rabies?
Lockjaw and rabies:
Diphtheria:
Whooping cough:
Polio:
You get the idea, right?
These arenât the only ones. These are just a few of those less often mentioned in these modern times, because people have forgot they exist.
When I say the Republican Party is a Party of Plague, when I say it is a goddamn death cult, I mean every single one of those words in every way you might think.
They are promising economic ruin and they are promising ethnic purges and now they are promising mass death of children.
All while killing pregnant people for their vile sense of domination, of course. Let us never forget that, since their families certainly wonât.
One of the things their apologists keep saying is that âTrump doesnât mean itâ and âTrump wonât do it,â and âThatâs just Trump being Trump,â and they talk about âTrump derangement syndrome,â and say that weâre stupid for believing what their candidate fucking says heâll do, and meanwhile, they get enraged about shit they completely make up about us and the candidates who are with us.
We react to things their candidates promise. They react to shit they make up wholesale about us. We are not the fucking same.
If only the political press would catch on to that fact.
The very last day of a campaign is a pretty lousy time to bring up another topic, even if itâs not really new. But this is, again, so murderously psychotic that I canât not bring it back up.
Maybe you can bring it up, too, on this final day of this hellish and evil campaign, this Monday, November 4th, 2024.
Zero days remain.
It is Lastday.
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Not me being an absolute slut for step dad Gojo and Uncle Nanami!?!? đ© sharing is caring!
-Very Much Embarrassed Anonđ«
PERHAPS i got carried away but i hope u enjoy this !! luxe write something under 1k challenge: impossible x
warnings: 18+ MDNI, step/incest, fem!reader, step dad!gojo, uncle!nanamin, implied virgin!reader, threesome, vaginal sex, oral (m receiving), fingering, tit sucking, possessive!gojo, daddy kink, praise, pull out method, orgasm denial, noncon photo taking, slight oral fixation, hair pulling, face fucking.
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âYou know youâre too young for boys, right?â your step-father reminds you, like itâs a mantra heâs told you again and again for years. It isnât a suggestion or a thought heâs choosing to share. Itâs an instruction. âI donât want you to think because youâre all grown up and going to college now that you can be reckless.â
âI- I know, Satoru.â you smile at him.
Both of your attention is stolen as you hear your uncle, Kento, laugh out a scoff. He tries to conceal it as he ruffles his newspaper and drinks his coffee. You see your step-dadâs brows furrow in annoyance. Or, anger. He looks at you, again, and his expression softens.
âI know youâre a good girl, sweetheart.â he tells you, wrapping his arms around your form and placing a kiss atop your head. Nanamiâs eyes peer over his newspaper, locking with yours. A knowing glance to each other before a smirk finds his features. He raises his newspaper, shielding his face completely as he tries to focus on reading.
He lets you go, reluctantly, as you pick up your college bag and grab your phone.
His expression sours as he sees you reach for your phone, smiling at a text message you received. He shouldnât pry. He knows he shouldnât pry. But he canât seem to stop himself as he finds himself leaning across the kitchen island and snatching your phone from your hands. And now he scoffs, scrolling through your messages and looking at the name at the top.
âWhat did I just say?â he speaks, only an octave away from yelling at you. Your lip wobbles, and he keeps your phone at armâs length as you try to grab for it. He tosses it towards the kitchen table so Kento can look for himself.
âHe was just asking if I needed picking up for my classes, Satoru! You donât need to worryâŠâ you tell him. Of course this would happen. Heâs always been stupidly over protective.
âWell you donât, do you? Thatâs what Iâm here for. Hell, Iâm sure even Nanami would be happy to take you since he came all of this way to spend his off time visiting you.â Gojo reminds you. And you feel a slight pang of guilt at that. You know how hard your poor uncle Nanamin works. He could be on vacation, somewhere tropical, unwinding from the humdrum of his boring office job. But here he is, sitting reading the newspaper and listening to you two argue with each other. âIn fact, youâre grounded. Iâm keeping your phone and you can forget about going to class today.â
âButâ!â
âDonât whine, Iâll write you a note.â he adds, walking around the counterspace to collect your phone from Nanami. He finishes scrolling, locking it, though he keeps hold of it. âGo upstairs.â
You huff, but grab your bag and do as youâre told. Itâs not like he can stop you from being online. You can talk to people on your laptop, after all. Though given the mood heâs in you suppose youâll have to be stealthy about it.
âYouâre too harsh on her.â Kento tells Satoru, earning another disgruntled glance from him. He closes his newspaper and rests an ankle over his knee as he leans back and drinks the remainder of his coffee. âSheâs curious, you canât do anything about that. Itâs not like sheâll stay a virgin forever.â
âTch. Spare me.â he laughs lightly. âYou think I donât know why youâre here? I hear you, you know, when you sneak into her room at night.â
And Gojo revels in how the colour drains from Nanamiâs face. He sits upright, his back stiffened straight and he starts to loosen his tie. He should have known, really, it was too good to be true. He should have known heâd always get caught eventually. But by Satoru Gojo of all people?
âI havenâtâŠâ he clears his throat. âItâs not what you think.â
âSure.â Satoru rolls his eyes. âIf Iâm beinâ honest⊠I donât really care. Who am I to stop you? Iâm not blood⊠like you. Sick fuck.â he laughs, sitting down at the table and looking into Nanamiâs panic-stricken eyes.
Your uncle rests his elbows on the table and holds his head in his hands. What is Gojo plotting? Blackmail of some kind, maybe. Itâs not like heâs concealed his disapproval for his sisters relationship with him. Heâs tolerated him, sure, but heâs a nuisance he thinks his family would be better off without.
âI donât like this either.â he throws your phone towards the white-haired man and sighs. âBut she doesnât respect you, Satoru. She doesnât even call you dad. I think she sees you as temporary, so of course she isnât going to listen to you. Not really.â
âButâŠâ he leans over the table with a smug grin. âShe respects you, doesnât she? Her favourite uncle. I donât like college guys, I remember what we were like in college, I donât want her around that.â
âNo⊠maybe she wonât go searching for it if sheâs better educated.â
Gojoâs brow quirks in intrigue, a sadistic smile soon follows.
âWho knew a corporate goon could be such a sick fuck, hah?â Gojo laughs, picking up Nanamiâs coffee mug for him and walking it to the sink to clean. Nanami rolls his eyes, burying his reddening face in his newspaper again.
You feel a surge of fear stab through you as you hear footsteps climb up the stairs. You hide your laptop back into your bag and turn on your TV, hurrying to find something to watch as a cover. But when you hear a knock, you relax, Satoru never knocks.
âCome in!â you speak, happily, welcoming your favourite and only uncle Nanamin into your room. Though your heart sinks as your step-father follows, crossing your arms across your chest as you huff and pout petulantly.
âDonât be like thatâŠâ Nanami speaks softly, sitting on the edge of your bed and resting his hand on your thigh. âWe need to talk to you. And we want to ask you something.â he continues. Your pout fades, then, a slight feeling of anxiety creeps into you as you wonder if something serious has happened.
And Satoru sits on the edge of the bed, too, his beaming blue eyes almost pierce through your heart as he begins to explain. How heâs just worried about you because he knows from experience how college guys can be. How heâs your dad no matter what and he just wants the best for you. And he thinks you need a little help in the right direction on your journey of self-discovery.
âI know youâre a woman now, sweetheart, but youâre still daddyâs little girl. Yeah? So, let daddy help.â
âHe- with what?â you blink at him, dumbly, and the delighted snarl on his face almost chills you to the bone. He doesnât speak right away, so you look at Nanami. But itâs like he canât bear to look at you as he sinks his head low with shame. âWith what?â you ask again.
 âWell, Nanami said youâre curious. So heâs been fucking you, right?â
âNo!â you and your uncle yell simultaneously. Did he really tell your insufferable step-father something so personal?
âI told you, I havenât slept with her. Donât tease her or youâll make things worse.â Nanami clarifies before he focuses his attention on you. âBut you are curious, arenât you? Youâre getting attention from boys and youâre enjoying it, clearly. They arenât good for you though, princess. They donât know how to treat girls right.â
You hum, softly, as he pushes your legs apart, revealing your pink cotton panties to the two of them as they continue to talk you through their thought process. And the touch of your uncle Nanamin is your ultimate weakness. They both get a live response to his action as your pretty pussy starts to gift your panties with a dark, sticky patch between your dewy folds.
âBoys that age, sweetheart, they donât know what theyâre doing. Do you touch yourself? âm sure you do, Iâm not naĂŻve enough to think otherwise. But that means you like to cum, yeah? These college guys donât care about that. They just want a little hole to cum in and defile. And we think you deserve better than that.â Satoru explains, his inquisitive fingers begin to prod at your puffy cunt, though you trap his hand between your plush thighs.
âSatoruâŠâ you respond, bashfully.
âNo.â he speaks, grabbing your thighs and pulling you down the bed and towards himself. He looks mad, but thereâs no real malice behind it. Still your heart is pounding. âIâm your dad like he is your uncle. Iâm not Satoru. Who am I?â he asks, reaching under your skirt to pull down your panties.
âD-Daddy⊠youâre daddy. âm sorry.â you whimper. Your eyes flutter as his long fingers invade your pretty, virgin walls. âHngâ!â
âGooood girl.â he smiles as he begins to curl them upwards. âI slipped right on in, has uncle Kento gotten you used to taking his fingers?â
âMhmmâŠâ you blush. The man in question bends down to kiss you.
Itâs sweet, though you find yourself grabby and desperate as you follow his lead. He pulls away to undress you, unbuttoning your shirt and then his own after throwing away his tie. He helps you out of your bra, and you instinctively go to cover your nipples as you remember who youâre actually in the company of. But Nanami doesnât want that. He locks his fingers with yours, holding your hands above your head as he begins to suckle on them until theyâre both puckered and raw.
âSit her up, and sit behind her.â Satoru tells his brother-in-law. And of course he acquiesces. Youâre moved like youâre weightless as your uncle sits behind you, his clothed cock pressing angrily into the curve of your spine as he continues to torment your tits. Satoru pulls his fingers out of your cunt and sucks them clean, smiling at how your eyes begin to sparkle with wonder as he puts on such a display. âDo not tell your mother about this, understand?â
You nod, obediently. You wouldnât dream of telling her something so scandalous. Though it does fill you with a slight sense of pride as your Satoru makes it abundantly clear how desperately heâd longed to be the first person to explore your untouched core. He pulls down his trousers and you moan at his smooth, pink cockhead. Though right now itâs closer to an angry shade of red.
He really is desperate.
You wince, slightly, as he pushes his tip inside. Though he retracts it, coating his head in your wetness.
âFuuuuck, you werenât lyinâ. You really never fucked her, huh Nanami?â Gojo chuckles as he pushes in deeper and deeper. Nanami slots his fingers into your mouth to suck on as you accommodate to the length. âRelax, baby. Clampinâ so much youâre gonna push me out.â he laughs shallowly, his thrusts matching as he begins to work you open.
âD-Daddy!â you gasp, back arching against Nanamiâs chest before he pulls you back towards him.
âWeâre so proud of you, princess.â Nanami shushes you, placing a kiss to your temple. You look at him with wide, trusting eyes, though he canât really concentrate as his own fixate on the way your tits bounce with each thrust Gojo inflicts onto you. âWhy donât you show your dad how I taught you to suck cock, hm?â
âOh? Now that Iâd like to see.â Gojo smiles, pulling out of you briefly. The sound of your sticky walls echoes through the room as he pulls out. The men help you onto all fours, and your daddy slots himself right back into your tight heat. The adjusted angle makes you fall forward, your head lolling as he finds a nice little trigger inside of you. âOh⊠there, huh? Okay, baby. Iâll fuck you right there.â Satoru tells you as he begins to fuck into you before slowing down.
Nanami takes his cock out of his briefs, tapping the tip against your swollen lips. They open, obediently, and you lick the precum heâs spilling directly from the source. Your hole flutters as he hisses, enamoured by the sensation.
âPerfect, princess. Such a good little girl for me.â Kento comments, and your heart beats harder. Youâre almost robbed of all sense as Gojo pistons his hips into you, and he leans forward to grab your hair and wrap it into a makeshift ponytail.
âNow that Iâm thinking about it, Kento, maybe we should teach her how college boys fuck. Since she wanted that experience so badly.â Satoru proposes, and Nanami considers it. He really considers it. And Gojo chuckles at that. âGo on⊠show her.â
Nanami nods, grabbing the sides of your head and fucking your face like youâre his own personal cocksleeve.
Itâs relentless and dizzying and you donât know how to settle. You canât possibly as youâre ruined from both ends. Thereâs no reprieve, thereâs no way to relax. Youâre trembling and moaning and fuck you never knew sex could be so intense. Nanami is always calm and patient with you. But this isnât that.
Theyâve ran out of patience with you.
It doesnât matter which way you try to retreat, youâre only encouraging the other one. More of Nanamiâs cock down your throat and more of Gojoâs hitting your g-spot.
âW-Weâll have to get you on the pill, sweetheart.â Gojo tells you, but itâs more like heâs telling himself. He knows he canât cum inside. He canât, but fuck, he wants to. He fucking needs to. âCollege guys, they like- leaving their- mark.â he thrusts again and again until heâs on the very brink of blowing his load. But his life wonât be worth living if he knocks his cute little daughter up. His marriage will be over. Heâll lose everything.
And with that, he pulls out and coats your pussy lips with his sperm. The loss of feeling from inside makes you cry out around Nanamiâs length, though you still canât pull away from him as he continues to use your mouth as his own personal toy. You never knew your uncle Nanamin had this side to him.
Heâs usually so sweet and patient.
He pulls out, too, depriving you of the taste of his cum and the chance to prove what a good girl you are. Though you take his load beautifully as he shoots soupy ropes across your pretty face. His heart skips a beat as your false lashes flutter and he realises a heavy glob stuck to them.
âCollege guys, sweetheart, might take pictures of you like this.â Satoru pulls his phone from his back pocket and takes a few photos of your quivering cunt. Youâve been neglected in the worst way, and itâs dawning on you now what he had meant by giving you the college experience. He tosses his phone to Nanami, encouraging him to do the same. Your innocent and betrayed face is captured so perfectly through the lens of the phone, Nanamiâs pearly seed is the perfect colour for your complexion.
âCollege guys would send these around to their friends too, you know.â Nanami warns you.
âBut weâll just keep these between ourselves.â Satoru promises you. âI think itâs only fair we didnât let you cum this time since you were so intent on disobeying your daddy.â
âI think sheâs learnt her lesson, though, Satoru.â Nanami speaks, pulling your hair so that you can look up at him and he can identify if you dare to lie to him. âFucking college boys doesnât sound that fun anymore, does it? Say sorry, princess. Your dad might let you cum next time if youâre a good girl.â
You sniff, and hiccup, unsure of where to look.
ââm s-sorry, daddy.â you sniffle, Nanami releases your hair and allows you to look back at Gojo, a wild grin on his face.
âAwe⊠sweet.â Gojo smiles, circling the bed so heâs standing beside Nanami, both of their eyes bore down at you with an intensity youâve never felt before. âI think weâre owed a thank you, we took the time to teach you such an important lesson, after all.â
âT-Thank you,â you sniff, again, âThank you, d-daddy. Thank you, uncle Nanamin.â
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Yandere Fae King ////// Flawed Love
All too often there are the stories of fae who despise humans, coming to love a single human who negates everything they've believed. But what about a fae who doesn't hate humans? In fact, he adores them having a whole wing of the castle dedicated to the transmogrified humans he so lovingly collects protects. Samaritans, scholars, and kind people alike lived to chat and entertain the immortal king.
But the Fae King likes to wander. To look at the ever-changing human populace with admiration. He's learned by now that his humans at home are just as entertaining as the ones he sees on the outside. That he shouldn't snatch every human who interests him a little, especially when he's been doing so well (he's on a streak of 5 decades!) There's just one human he's willing to break his hard-earned streak for.
"Ew who would bring their kids to this stinky place!?"
"My Dad, (Y/n) he's also the one who owns the cabin we're going to."
"Well, it better have some AC or I'll be having words with him!"
You, the absolute opposite of the kindhearted tree-hugging protagonist are the hardened city-kid with an eternal sneer. Many who know you will question if you'd kick a puppy that was too loud or not cute enough...and the answer is that you wouldn't because itâd dirty your seasonal Birkin boots. And somehow the human-loving Fae is obsessed.
"Your majesty this is the human you've been drooling over?"
"Yes! Aren't they lovely?"
"They're something."
Fae King doesn't care if the group you're with burst out laughing when he proclaims his love. After he unintentionally terrorized them all with the oddly acting animals and the branches grabbing at them on their journey. It takes a lot for all they've been through to laugh in the face of being responsible.Â
"Did you think I was joking? Is that why you're laughing?"Â
"Nah man we're laughing because it's them you like!"
"Yeah, if you're a masochist who wants to die alone!"
Despite the usually jovial nature of the Fae King and general goodwill to humanity, he does have an especially morbid sense of justice. Along with his occasional forgetfulness as King of the Fae he was able to spell those he fought with thoughts alone. But that has nothing at all to do with this particular situation as he promises you he has no idea why your friends are still laughing.
"I promise my love, I have no idea why they keep laughing!"
"Its probably because you said something stupid."
" My Venus--"
"Ew and stop with the nicknames it makes you sound like an incel."
"Whats an incel?"
Because you are who you are the Fae King will know all he has to say for you to join him is jewels and diamonds. Never before has he been so willing to lie about what he could do for you if you gave him a sliver of your attention. It doesnât get any better when you do catch him in a lie.
âWait! (Y/n) please donât leave meâ!â
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âYou idiot! Did you think Iâd stick around if you werenât putting me up in the best hotel? Unbelievable.â
âMy bedroom!â
âWhat?â
âThe Kingâs Master Suite is three times the size of these roomsâŠwill that make you happy?â
âHmmmâŠbut only for a night.â
âYes! Thank the stars Iâll carry your bags up for you!â
âAs you should. Now lead the way.â
âGladly!â
Turns out the benevolent, human-loving Fae King is quite fond of your harsh treatment. More than willing to tear century-old curtains because you scrunched your nose at them. Letting you wear the crown on his head because you complimented him. Everyone is aghast at how far the Fae King is willing to go just for you.
âYour majesty, can I ask why you likeâŠthat human?â
âWhy? Because I do of course!â
âBut donât you prefer the other humans you have? The ones with kind hearts and compassionate morals?â
âMy love has their flaws but nothing gets in the way of true love!â
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áŻáĄŁđ© FORTS AND DADDY TIME! ᥣđ©áŻ
pairing. oscar piastri x leclerc!wife!reader
summary. when you need to stay at work for longer than expected, you leave oscar with your daughter. when you come home earlier than your husband thought, the cutest scene plays in front of you.
notes. tysm for loving my previous dad!oscar fic!!! this oneâs also not proofread but lets pretend like there is not a single mistake in here đđđ
days like this were the hardest, especially with the thought of oscarâs summer break inevitable ending occupying your mind. every year, you wanted to make sure you had spent the maximum time with him and chloe, before parting your ways for a while again. going back to the office, while you were spending the precious time with your husband and daughter, was something you hated, mostly, because chloe was the biggest daddyâs girl on earth. some people mightâve gotten jealous over the fact that theyâre not their babyâs favorite parent, but you loved watching oscar interact with chloe.
but honestly, leaving them alone was still a bit of a stressful situation for you and your emotions were all over the place as you tried writing down all the necessary things just in case oscsr forgets, which wasnât likely to happen, but still â you wanted to be more than sure.
âbaby, i know how to look after chloe.â oscar laughed softly, his arms wrapped around your waist as he stood behind, placing a single kiss on your neck. âweâre gonna have much fun today, right, squish?â he asked, when the little girl leaned on his leg, looking up at the two of you with a sweet smile. she nodded eagerly, earning a small chuckle from you.
âi good girl.â chloe replied confidently, wrapping her arms around oscarâs leg, wanting to stay as close to him as possible, despite it was you the one leaving (even if it was for a few long hours). âmommy good girl, too! and daddy good girl, too too!â the two of you had to stifle a laugh as your daughter praised you on being good girls.
a few minutes later, quite a couple of reassuring words from your husband, a few wet, sloppy kisses on your cheeks and a literal push out of the door and oscar was left with your little squish. at first everything was calm, chloe was sprawled out on the carpet, playing with her littleâs pet shops collection, making a little voice-over, while your husband was preparing a strawberry smoothie for her.
though, before he knew it, he was dressed in one of your dresses, wearing a plastic tiara on his head with stickers plastered all over his cheeks, while sitting at chloeâs small, colourful table with some of her favorite plushies (a panda named jimmy, a koala named arty [after her favorite uncle], ginny the giraffe and daphne the dolphin).
âcâmon, princess squish, do a spin for daddy.â oscar smiled, watching as his daughter did a spin. he helped her get into her purple tutu dress, put a tiara and a few hair clips in the strands of her blond hair. to make her princess tea party experience even better, he took some of your eyeshadow palettes and put some on her to match her purple dress.
âi so pretty, daddy!â she squeaked happily, doing a little dance. âtea?â she asks as she plops down on her dadâs lap, pouring a pretend tea into his pink cup. âtasty, tasty.â she nodded, taking a sip.
âyeah, youâre my pretty princess, squish.â oscar chuckled, earning himself one of the most beautiful views in the world â his daughter grinning, showing him her baby teeth. your husband couldnât help but to grin back at her, feeling her little arms wrap around his neck as she went in for a hug.
oscar was a sucker for moment like those, as much as he wished you were there to witness it, he loved spending time with chloe, seeing her grow up every day, noticing those slight changes in the way she constructed her sentences and how the incoherent babbling started to turn into actual words and sentences. he was counting down the days till she was old enough to not tire you out whenever on a flight, so he could see her happy face after a race and to show her the beauties of the world on a free day. god, she was the the most important person in the world for him in a way he could drop everything to make sure she was happy.
his heart ached painfully, every time he was away from you and chloe for longer than a few days and with his hectic schedule. everything seemed to be a lot better, when his lucky charms were next to him.
the princess tea party went on for almost another hour until the princess hosting it started to slowly get tired and tired, snuggling up to him after they finished cleaning everything up. it took them some time, because she had to give each of her plushies a few kisses before placing them in her bed, tucking them in. âyouâre such a sweet girl, arenât you, baby?â he chuckled, watching her as he leaned on the doorframe of her room.
she tilted her head with a tiny smile as she ran towards her dad, unfortunately, she tripped on the edge of the carpet, scraping her knees at the friction as she fell. tears started falling down her cheeks in an instant and oscarâs heart broke in half. he knew accidents happen all the time, but he wasnât prepared for one involving his daughter, when he was all alone, even if it was just a small scratch.
âshh, hey, whatâs with the fuss?â he asked in a calm voice, gently picking her up. your husband placed a few soft kisses on chloeâs wet cheek to calm her down. âsâokay, daddyâs gonna take care of your ouchie.â he reassured as she nuzzled her teary face against his neck, sniffling quietly.
âfait mal, daddy.â she sniffled. oscar was glad that once in a while, your brothers wanted to mess with him and spoke only in french before chloe was born, so he could pick up on what his daughter was saying. hurts.
âi know, squish.â he sighed, gently sitting her down on the couch, telling his baby to sit still, while she tried to wipe away her flowing cheeks. he sprayed antiseptic on her scratches, holding her hand with his free one. a small gasp left his daughterâs lips as the spray coated her ouchies. âsuch a brave, girl.â he coaxed, placing two band-aids on her disinfected knees (with puppies, of course). when her face was no longer in tears, a sad pout appeared on her lips, making oscarâs stomach turn.
âhow about, we make a blanket fort and watch some cartoon before you go to sleep, hm?â he suggested, the pout disappearing in a second, being replaced my a grin. a blanket fort? that sounds super cool. he pulled a few chairs together, putting a blanket on top of it as chloeâs eyes widened in shock and excitement.
the final product was breathtaking, at least for chloe, because oscar did everything he could to make the blanket fort look magical as he put pillows on the floor, put up lights and brought his ipad to play chloeâs favorite movie.
before he knew it, his little girl was curled up against his side, his hand gently moving up and down against her back as her head rested on the side of his chest. her eyes were slowly closing, but she wanted to stay in the fort and he wasnât in the mood to deal with a tantrum of a sleepy, cranky little girl.
when you came back from work, the apartment looked clean, as if oscar sedated your little ball of energy and hired a cleaning company. that was your thought process, until you noticed a blanket fort in the living room and your heart melted like a chocolate in a water bath. you quietly took off your shoes and tiptoed to the fort, peaking inside. seeing the view completely shattered your heart in the most positive way possible.
âyouâre back already?â oscar asked quietly, not wanting to disturb chloeâs sleep as she was laying down on his chest. âthought itâd take a little longer.â he smiled affectionately at you.
âthink thereâs some room for me?â your mouth curled into a small beam as he nodded, quickly taking a spot next to him, finally noticing that heâs wearing one of your dresses and you had to stiffle a laugh.
oscar noticed your expression and groaned quietly. âwe had a princess party.â he explained, though the pretend angered look quickly dissolved, replaced by a playful smile. âyour daughter didnât let me be a prince, so i had to stole one of your dresses. iâll show you the photos tomorrow morning.â he kissed your temple as you snuggled up closer, your hand gently rubbing chloeâs back.
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Sooo about the yan! alhaitham having a librarian girlfriend..... I wanna hear your thoughts....
Of The Silence Betwixt Words
áŻáĄŁđ© Yandere!Alhaitham x Reader
Cw(s) : Yandere Themes, Intrusive Thoughts, Alhaitham being Alhaitham
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The relationship between a librarian and a reader is simple, silent and sufficiently detached ; as such, it does not require an extensive amount of cognition to treat it as anything but that.
At least, that's how it is in the beginning â it always is like this in the beginning. The burgeon of something from seemingly nothing, catapulted to such a monumental deal that one is left questioning : when did it begin? What or who sneaked in the seed and how did it nurture itself to bloom into such an unsightly, fascinating thing?
At one stage, fixation tricks the mind into stuffing that void of inquiries with what it parades as the truth â it has always been there, you simply did not notice.
It is natural for Alhaitham to respect the place that houses such a valuable item, he extends it to the person behind the desk as well. Communication is always easy with them, restricted to a few phrases and maintained due-dates to return borrowed tomes. His own house has an impressive collection as well, but the ambiance of a library is just too intricate to replicate within the four walls of his abode.
In Sumeru, physical books are unfairly ignored, one of the many ironies connoted to its claim to âwisdomâ. The Scribe has never understood nor agreed to the other scholars' faster and apparently more efficient means of requesting the Akasha to answer their dilemmas.
The Akasha is a useful tool in many instances, that, he won't deny. But there is nothing in that machine that begets more machines that can equate to the intellectual stimulation a physical book, the extra minutes consumed by the search of that book and the librarian that never seems to let him win can provide.
The expanse of the House of Daena directly connects to the load of responsibilities its assigned keeper has to shoulder. Making sure students return the books on time, keeping an eye out for anyone who may want to get silly while annotating the tomes and the periodical shushing of rowdy study groups.
There's the occasional scholar too airy with pride to bend that seeks to challenge your knowledge as well. Unfortunately for them and fortunately for the House of Daena's reputation, you're just the correct person to put them in their places.
It's difficult to decide which one the Scribe wants to commend first : your seemingly monstrous memory or the way you can cite it all without stuttering. Alhaitham was pleased with the fact that most people thought twice before interacting with him, but the way you challenged him and emerged victorious revealed to be quite a hassle on his mind.
âIncorrect. Truly ancient petrified trees usually grow to around one or two miles in height. Check page 19, paragraph 3 of the ninth edition of âA Comprehensive Guide to Dragonspine Ruinsâ (Kreideprinz et al., XXXX)â
That is not an interaction one can just forget. Intrigued and encouraged with a competitiveness that does not usually make itself apparent, Alhaitham decides to test the extent of your... âtalentâ. The Scribe prefers being frank â he was impressed. So much so, that it overpowered whatever bruise was inflicted on his ego.
More and more of these debates ensued, much to his bewilderment. The man who would never stay for an extra minute in his office after work hours, willingly spends time debating with the librarian of the House of Daena. Most of the time you end up winning in them. The Scribe doesn't even process the reason that he has let you win deliberately a few times was because he found the smile that followed it... pleasant.
Then, bringing a rude end to his little guilty pleasure, the news of your expertise spreads. Scholars from all Darshans come to you to check the accuracy of the rumors during the precious free-time he's been the sole occupant of until that moment. Because of your exposure to many new personalities, it appears as though his had dulled in your eyes.
He gets it, one would naturally be more drawn towards a splatter of color than the monochrome wall it decorates. The same wall also has to make sure the bricks don't fall off from their places. So, he decides to leave you to your devices.
...Except, that plan screeches to a halt when he sits down to sift through applications, his treacherous mind conjures phantoms of your smile directed to people not him, which grips onto his heart and squeezes.
Rejected, rejected, rejected â he tosses every file and application to the trash without blinking once that day. Only when he's done that, does the haze recede and he's staring at the floors in profound confusion. The abruptness of that reaction stuns him so much that he rushes to the Bimarstan for a thorough check-up, the doctor's repeated reassurance that he's fine and healthy does nothing to quell the waves of thoughts spiraling in his head.
Thanks to that, he knows now there is nothing wrong with him physically, but something has definitely happened to his mental wiring and the impact of that change leaves the wellbeing of his physical state to question as well.
Break down, look for the cause, reorganize and form a branch of conclusions â that is the pattern Alhaitham has always followed when presented with a problem. A tiny part of him entices him to jump to more reckless means ; no need to think, just drag them away from the commotion and grovel at their feet so that they'll spare attention to your pathetic existence ! But the greater part of his conscious mind, fueled by rationale, is, understandably appalled by these thoughts. In the end, he circles back to his traditional methods.
Alhaitham has always been cautious, so he quickly crosses out the prospect of confiding with someone else about these urges he's been having. He'd usually consult a book for help, but Sumeru housed no records even alluding to his condition. It's only during a stroll through the Grand Bazaar, a passing glance to the act played upon the center stage, does he finally gain a clue.
âScrambled thoughts, erratic heartbeats and restless state of being? These could be the prelude to a greater illness! Or, a far, far gigantic sickness may have grasped your soul â love.â
Those were the words that managed to sneak in through the confines of his earpieces, rooting him to his place in the midst of the crowd. At that point, he had been exasperated. Of all things, that is what describes his predicament best? A lead is still a lead though, so he conducts further research on the matter and to no one's surprise, the more he digs, the more it makes sense.
The Sages always advise against vain pursuits involving emotions, it's clear more than ever to Alhaitham exactly why. He doesn't outright reject the notion though, research on this field is scarce in the Nation of Scholars. The available ones only scratch the surface ; there is an ocean beneath the thin ice and the itch of unraveling those depths appears to be too insistent to ignore.
But the centerpiece of his experiment was still missing, prancing around carelessly. If only he could somehow, in some way, at an auspicious moment manage to steal you away from the barrier of that desk â he halts his thoughts with a deep inhale. Surely there are more efficient approaches, he only needs to think.
He's heard that gifts and flowers can soften hearts, perhaps that should be his next course of action. His paycheck is more than enough to cover the expenses for a few continuous months and while he's at it, why not buy that incense capable of dulling people's senses which just so happens to work best with flowers? When you're off-guard he could easily â no, no, no, this isn't working.
In fact, regardless of how many other ways he comes up with, it always circles back to his initial thought. It would be so easy for him as well, certainly less time-consuming than whatever gift-giving and compliment showering the Inazuman light novels are preaching. He's stealthy enough to evade the Matra and his status could tie lose ends. Yes, the advantages of this route outweigh the set-backs in comparison to everything else.
So he refreshes his mind, there is a connection between everything ; it's common knowledge that the librarian of House of Daena will personally rescue overdue books. That record hasn't yet been broken, regardless of whether they had to traverse to the deepest part of the rainforest or some abstruse corner of the desert â the weakest link identified.
He will run countless simulations in his mind, calculating the time and possible day you'll come knocking at his door ; by then, the causal factors will be dealt with.
And everything else will resolve itself.
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Bucky Barnes is the best super soldier
How it was subtly emphasized in The Falcon and The Winter Soldier:
He always holds back
With the Flag Smashers and even with John Walker. We could see the difference in the last 3 episodes. Sebastian Stan did an incredible job making it clear in a subtle way.
I want to mention that famous "Stay there" scene, and how it was visible Bucky was not punching as hard as he can in the fight with John.)
This is the thing about Bucky, he isn't after the kill, he just does his part. He doesn't try to show off his skills or that he is a good guy. He doesn't try to play the victim role, either. In the scene where Zemo fake-activates the Winter Soldier in Madripoor, he just makes a point. He's obviously not even trying hard.
If he wanted those in the club dead, they would be. But his self control was wow. Sebastian acted so well, his exes said everything.
*And to be honest, even when he was TWS, he could have killed everyone, but he didn't. He could have killed all of the Avengers in Civil War is they were his mission, but they weren't. This is how Natasha survived when she met him, too. It depended on what kind of mission he had (if he wasn't allowed to be seen, then the witnesses would die too, but otherwise? He didn't bother).
2. His skills
People tend to forget how smart and good at making strategies Bucky is. He's been fighting (even though he hates fighting and never wanted to be in the army) for years before he was even captured by Hydra. And this is the reason why government still want him, after all. They can use his strategies as a leader (*cough* Thunderbolts *cough*).
In the last episodes of TFATWS, we could see how he outsmarted everyone. Karli was so terrified of him.
3. Karli Morgenthau
And talking about Karli, the phone call was interesting:
She asked him if he's not tired of fighting for the wrong side, and then told him she's fighting for something bigger than herself.
"And with all the bodies you've collected, have you ever been able to say the same?"
The first thing I wanna point out is how everyone talks about the deaths Bucky caused when he was controlled by Hydra, but everyone ignores the fact that all the Avengers killed far more, but since we consider them the good side, we just don't care.
Clint, Tony, Steve, Wanda etc. They all cause(d) far more deaths than "two dozen" (known assassinations - to quote Natasha), and neither was controlled. The double standards are something else, especially for Clint. (One of the reasons why Tony was on the other side in CW was because of his guilt, after all.)
The second point is how Bucky's answer says a lot more than we might realize at first:
"You don't think I ever fought for something bigger than myself? That's all I ever tried to do, and I failed twice."
Even as TWS, Bucky had to be convinced he is on the right side, that what they do is to save the world, to give "the world the freedom it deserves".
Even brainwashed and put to sleep all the time, he had to be lied to. Bucky as TWS was a victim too. He is not a victim only because he didn't have memories or control, but also because they lied to him and used him as a toy. That milk scene is so loud. (And I am gonna talk about it in a different post). He had no rights, no choices. He was used to being tortured.
[And I wish they explored it more. We deserved and deserve a WS film - maybe with him in Romania getting back his memories, writing in his journal etc.]
"You think your cause justifies all this death, but in the end, the nightmares won't go away. You're gonna remember all the ones you killed. Trust me. Don't do this. Don't go down this path."
Despite being on opposite sides, Bucky still said this to Karli, trying to help her, to make her see the big picture, sharing how he felt and feels.
He is on "the right side". He is a hero, and Bucky being thanked by that man for saving everyone's life was touching.
4. Baron Zemo
You can see how smart, strong, and rational Bucky is when he decides to break Zemo out of jail (his plan was amazing too), risking so much (his relationship with Wakanda people and his own freedom) to get his help for the mess. He puts the cause above his own (huge) trauma. And this makes that moment in Madripoor even more disgusting (he is treated as an object, as a toy):
Zemo: Tell us what you know about the super-soldier serum. And I give you him, along with the code words to control him, of course. He will do anything you want.
The way he keeps his composure, reacts and manages the situation... absolutely incredible!
This conversation also says a lot:
Zemo: The desire to become a superhuman cannot be separated from supremacist ideals. Anyone with that serum is inherently on that path.
Bucky: Maybe you're wrong, Zemo. The serum never corrupted Steve.
Zemo: Touché. But there has never been another Steve Rogers, has there?
Bucky positions himself below Steve, who's considered a good hero, a good person... like no other. But Steve never had to go through what Bucky did: from being kidnapped like that, to being tested on, to falling off the train, to being tortured, and used, and brainwashed for decades, and put to sleep when he was not needed and having n "keepers".
Also, interesting how all Steve wanted was to fight (for a good cause, but still)... and fighting still means violence, meanwhile Bucky never wanted to fight, not even before becoming TWS, in the army (and yet he is still great at fighting. And he is deadly, even when he holds back.). All he wanted was peace.
Despite not getting the "perfect serum", despite being brainwashed, put to sleep, and forced to fight for decades, he is still himself. He never gave in to the dark side for real. He fought in his own way. The first thing he did when he woke up was to choke the Hydra guy with a whole new arm!
Bucky is so underrated: from his intelligence and fighting skills, to how human he is. Being flawed, keeping his sassiness and charm from the 40s, but getting more mature and carrying his past on his shoulders... he's so relatable and real. And every day, he shows Zemo he is wrong.
The show he makes in his final scene with Zemo is absolutely fantastic. He doesn't just prove the point he isn't defined by the serum and Hydra (AND not even by Steve, thanks to Sam. His speech made him realize the important thing about himself: that he decides who he is, not others - even those who know him before becoming TWS- "And this might be a surprise, but it doesn't matter what Steve thought. You gotta stop looking to other people to tell you who you are." parallel to "Steve believed in you. He trusted you. He gave you that shield for a reason. That shield, that is⊠that is everything he stood for. That is his legacy. He gave you that shield, and you threw it away like it was nothing. [...] So maybe he was wrong about you. And if he was wrong about you, then he was wrong about me."), but also that he is superior.
When Zemo tells him that he decided to let him alive (probably so he can kill Karli) and basically calls him a killing machine: "programmed to kill", Bucky plays the role, lets Zemo talk him into killing Karli, and then Bucky watches him waiting for his own death.
[Also, Bucky's line: Imagine my relief is hilarious.]
The acting was incredible: the shock on Zemo's face and the amusement and somehow relief on Bucky's after he pulls the trigger and lets the bullets fall... He proved him he's THE standard of the super soldier. Because despite everything he went through, he is the best.
Zemo telling him to cross his name off felt like a fresh start (+ telling Nakajima the truth).
5. John Walker
John, on the other hand, is lucky Bucky is an understanding person. He gets what is like... the pressure, the environment, the loss, and even tries to help.
Bucky: Don't go down that road. Believe me, it doesn't end well.
John: I'm not like you!
Of course he is not like Bucky, because Bucky has control. He is not killing to get revenge in a cynical way.
"That serum doesn't exactly have a great track record."
John kept judging Bucky every time they spoke, somehow placing himself above this "broken" man.
"This is all really easy for you, isn't it? All that serum runnin' through your veins. Barnes, your partner needs backup in there. Do you really want his blood on your hands?"
This is so wrong on every single level, especially because Bucky didn't choose to take the serum, and he always had his friends' back. He's loyal and ready to sacrifice himself.
The "funny" part about this is John ending up taking the last super soldier serum vial. All the judgement, the disgust, the patronizing tone, just to do that. Plus, of course, to kill someone with the shield.
(John proves Zemo's point about super soldiers, and Bucky does the opposite.)
And what is it easy for Bucky anyway?
He's under government conditions (so CACW coded), he has a vibranium arm that I bet the government would try to take after he dies (HOPEFULLY WHEN HE'S 200 YEARS OLD IN HIS BED, as Sebastian wants too) if he isn't in Wakanda, he is haunted by nightmares (which also can mean he is still Hydra's TWS in another universe as we found out from Strange), and he has to learn how to live for real. He's smart, charismatic, has values and principles, and he's incredible.
We need to see his version of TWS going after everyone Hydra helped. TWS is him, a part of him, and doing that on his terms, having control over it would help him heal.
#bucky barnes#the winter soldier#james bucky barnes#baron zemo#marvel#sebastian stan#tfatws#tws#cacw#catws#catfa#my opinion#mcu#marvel cinematic universe#thunderbolts#john walker#the falcon and the winter soldier#captain america the winter soldier#captain america civil war#captain america the first avenger#karli morgenthau#sam wilson
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Some Things Are Easier to Say in the Dark {Avengers!Loki x Female Reader One-Shot}
Cee's Loki Fic Masterlist / AO3 Link
Pairing : Avengers!Loki x Female Reader
Summary : You and Loki absolutely despise each other. A mission to Finland forces you to work together undercover in the days leading up to Christmas, and then a blizzard traps you at an inn with only one bed. Suddenly all those teasing games aren't so fun anymore, and the animosity takes you both down a path neither of you anticipated.
W/c : 6.2k words
Content / Warnings : Enemies to Lovers, Snowed In, Only One Bed, Shameless Smut, Fingering, Teasing, Hate-Fucking, Cowgirl Position
Author's Note : My entry for @sarahscribbles' Christmas Collection, using the âš Enemies to Lovers âš prompt. Hope you enjoy it, dear!
18+ Only - Minors DNI
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This had to be a joke.Â
Not only had you been given the ridiculous assignment of âaccompanyingâ the newest member of the Avengers, the so-called God of Mischief, to Finland. Not only did you know it wasnât accompaniment, it was actually babysitting, because despite Thorâs intense insistence that his brother be given this chance at redemption, the rest of the team still didnât quite trust him yet.Â
Not only were you sure that this mission was just busy work - a way to simultaneously keep Loki distracted, and away from the prying eyes of the American government and media. And not only had this man single handedly usurped your rise from common S.H.I.E.L.D. agent to the next member of the Avengers, because the dungeons on Asgard were just too cruel for the precious PrinceâŠ
But now, there was only one bed left in this entire goddamn inn.Â
The sweet old woman checking you in apologized profusely when she broke the news, and you just stood there, silently fuming and clenching your jaw so hard your teeth would be aching for days. Truthfully, you should have known better - it was only four days before Christmas; how could you forget that it was technically a holiday, and that millions of people around the world would be traveling for leisure right now?Â
Maybe it was just because you couldn't recall the last time you'd taken a vacation, or the fact that you hadnât spent a holiday with loved ones in years. Or maybe youâd been cursed somehow - most likely by the man standing next to you, with an infuriatingly charming grin on his face.
âPlease donât worry about it, my dear, weâve just had quite a long day of traveling,â Loki gently assured the woman, reaching for her hand as she all but cowered in fear at your palpable rage. She seemed to relax as Loki soothed her, and you hated that it was him covering for your negative attitude instead of the other way around. âMy fiancĂ© - sheâs just a bit old fashioned, and she wants to wait until marriage, you see...â
The woman smiled as if he was describing kittens snuggling together on a cold and rainy evening, and you were this close to absolutely losing your temper; he was already deviating from your mutually agreed upon cover story, that you were simply colleagues traveling to the Muotkatunturi Wilderness Area on a research trip, and he intentionally chose his own cover story to replace it - one that was designed to deliberately piss you off.Â
You knew Loki could feel the anger radiating off your skin, and he turned towards you with a smile of his own as he continued to act as your doting fiancĂ©. âAnd Iâm determined to make that a reality. I promise, Iâll be fine sleeping on the floor, alright, darling?âÂ
He slipped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer, his emerald eyes shining as he surely relished in your discomfort. You tried to focus on that, on how angry you were at him about everything - instead of his warm embrace, or how inviting his scent was.Â
âWell, youâre in luck. Weâve got the most comfortable floors in all of Rovaniemi!â the woman laughed as she returned to filling out the guestbook.
It was humiliating, but it seemed as though you had no choice. You let out a heavy exhale, deciding it would be easier to just go along with his story and get this interaction over with as quickly as possible. Your only saving grace was that this was temporary - soon this reconnaissance mission would be over, and sooner or later Loki would ruin the good graces of Tony and Steve and be sent back to the dungeons on Asgard.Â
But until then, you were going to have to find a way to make him pay for all of this later on.
âThereâs my girl. Always the brave little soldier,â he purred softly, leaning down as if he was going to kiss you. Your eyes widened in panic, desperately fighting the urge to push him away and possibly punch him in his handsome face, but Loki caught the hint and quickly looked the other way.Â
You turned your attention back to the front desk as the woman fiddled with the paperwork, and a group of figurines for sale caught your eye, nestled among the garland and twinkling lights. A wicked grin crept across your face as you nudged Lokiâs ribs unplayfully. âLook, dear - theyâve got some Odin statues for sale. Shall we buy some to hand them out with our Christmas gifts this year?âÂ
Lokiâs gaze slowly descended into madness, and you cheered silently once you were sure youâd gotten under his skin. His jaw tightened, along with the hand pressed against your ribs, but the woman smiled happily, unaware of just who she was talking to.Â
âAh, yes - these make excellent souvenirs!â the woman laughed as she picked up one of the figurines, admiring the wood carving with a loving eye. âDid you know that the myth of Santa Claus is based partially on the myth of Odin - and that it all started right here in Rovaniemi?âÂ
âOh, I had no idea!â you lied, almost giddy with how much this was going to piss Loki off. âCould you tell me more about that? I find Norse mythology to be just fascinatingâŠOf course, that pesky God of Mischief certainly leaves a lot to be desired, wouldnât you say?âÂ
She opened her mouth to answer, clearly very pleased that someone was finally so interested in her offerings, but Loki quickly interjected with barely contained rage. âActually, if you could just focus on retrieving our room key now, Iâd really appreciate it.âÂ
âWhat is the God of Mischiefâs name? Loki, or something like that?â you continued with absolute delight, slipping your arm around his waist the way heâd done while teasing you. âPretty ridiculous name, if you ask me. Thorâs name is so much more elegantâŠâ
âWell, itâs funny you should mention that. The name Loki actually means - â
âThe keys! Now. Please,â Loki snapped as he yanked your arm away, gripping your wrist so hard you were sure it was going to leave a bruise. That was definitely going in your mission report once youâd returned to Stark Tower.
The woman faltered briefly, clearly not expecting the charming man to shift his attitude so abruptly, but she reluctantly obliged and began rummaging around in a drawer for a set of room keys.
âYouâll have to excuse my fiancĂ©, mâamâŠHe just doesnât believe in all that Norse mythology nonsense, even though I think itâs super interestingâŠâ you smirked as Loki stewed with indignation. âBut itâs just this one night that you have to endure the tall tales of Norse mythology, and then weâre off to Inari in the morningâŠarenât we, sweetheart?â
The sweet old woman furrowed her brow as she pulled the last set of keys from the drawer and extended them over the counter. âOh, didnât you hear about the blizzard arriving tonight? Theyâre saying itâs the storm of the century. I doubt you two will be going anywhere for a while.â
Lokiâs face fell alongside yours, and you both turned to the woman with matching grimaces. âI beg your pardon?âÂ
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Your mood quickly soured by the time Loki led the way upstairs to your room; of course there was a blizzard incoming, and of course it would mean you were trapped here longer than anticipated with the most inconsiderate man alive. He took the stairs two at a time, leaving you behind to struggle with your luggage, while his belongings were no doubt stored easily inside that stupid pocket dimension of his.Â
If just one more thing went wrong on this trip, you feared you might actually lose it - consequences be damned.Â
By the time you made it down the hallway to the door of your room, Loki was casually leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest and a brooding expression on his face. If you didnât hate him so much, it would have been a beautiful sight to behold.Â
âHey, thanks for offering to help,â you called out sarcastically as you made your way over to him. âIâm absolutely shocked by how thoughtful and courteous you are.âÂ
Loki scoffed and pushed himself off the wall as he pulled the key out of his pocket. âI could have just gone inside and left you wondering which door was ours. You should be grateful I didnât.âÂ
âAww, is someone a little mad that I made him think about Odin?â you taunted, enjoying the way he tensed up again at the sound of his fatherâs name.Â
âNo, it was just foolish. Do not make that mistake againâŠâÂ
The door swung open and you rolled your eyes as you followed him inside. âAre you threatening me?âÂ
Loki whipped around with barely restrained fury as soon as the door closed. âWeâre meant to be under cover here, yes? So do you really think itâs a good idea to be throwing around my actual name just to infuriate me?â he snapped angrily, eyes blazing and fists clenching at his sides.Â
Your stomach did a flip in your abdomen, and you struggled to maintain an air of defiance as he continued. âYou donât know who anyone is here, or who could be listening to our conversations. So keep your mouth shut if you donât want us to be discovered! Am I being clear?âÂ
You nodded meekly, because that was all you could manage while kicking yourself. He was right, you were being foolish and forgetting the true purpose of this trip. Hydra could easily have eyes and ears everywhere, and if you kept pissing Loki off, he might not be inclined to save you if necessary.Â
And you hated that it might be necessary, because he was a literal God with infinite magic at his disposal, while you were just a fallible little human that he absolutely despised.Â
As Loki turned away and started pulling the drapes shut, you distracted yourself with examining the room youâd been given. Three large windows took up the entire outside wall of the room, and on either side of the lone queen-sized bed were two end-tables, each with a dark green lamp providing the only light to the room. A stone fireplace sat on the opposite side of the bed, decorated with greenery and frosted miniature Christmas trees, and a tiny wooden desk and chair were the only other pieces of furniture in the room.Â
It was definitely cozy, even you couldnât deny that, but that just made it worse. In any other circumstances, you might have enjoyed this break; but the Christmas decorations just reminded you of how alone you were, and Lokiâs presence only reminded you of how unnecessary you were.Â
And it was already starting to get uncomfortably cold inside the room. Just before Loki yanked the last curtain closed, you caught a glimpse of the snow outside; it had quickly transformed from light flurries into heavy sheets of frozen precipitation. You were in for a very cold, very long and lonely night, and daylight couldn't come soon enough.
A deep sense of dread settled in the base of your spine as you realized how long you might be trapped here with this narcissistic, self-important and delusional mockery of all the sacrifices youâd made to get to this point of your career.Â
Youâd foregone relationships with family, friends and potential lovers to spend every waking moment either training your body or honing your skills, trying to prove your worth and dedication to keeping this world safe from anything that ever threatened it.Â
And the planetâs most recent threat, the reason for the Avengersâ very existence, was making himself busy pulling pillows and blankets off the bed to make his own on the hardwood floor. Loki was silent as he worked, and you couldnât help but wonder if he was actually hurt by your teasing.Â
You hated it. You hated this - especially since you hadnât expected to feel so badly about taunting him. Clearing your throat, you set your suitcase on the chair and pretended to look for something inside. âLook, Iâm sorry about what happened before. I guess Iâm justâŠon edge.â
âWhy bother?â he replied coldly, and you didnât know if it was because he wasnât actually hurt, or if it was because he didnât care that you were potentially sorry about hurting him. Either way, the dismissal stung.Â
You continued rummaging through the suitcase, anything to avoid looking at your roommate for the night. How long had it been since youâd shared such close quarters with another person? Had there been anyone since college? You already felt raw and exposed by the idea of falling asleep within the same four walls as another person; but at the very least, Loki was sticking to his word about sleeping on the floor and not in the bed with you.Â
âYouâre not worried about the mission? Or the blizzard? Or the fact that we might kill each other at any moment?â you laughed nervously, hoping to at least break some of the tension.Â
Loki sighed. âThis mission is a joke. The blizzard might be a problem, and yes - we might certainly try to kill each otherâŠbut none of that is cause for real concern - not to me, anyway.âÂ
Your brow furrowed, and you turned to look at him; the God of Mischief was on his hands and knees, arranging pillows and blankets on the floor. It was an amusing sight, and you struggled to maintain focus. âWait - you think this mission is a joke?â
He paused what he was doing, staring off into the distance with regret in his eyes as if heâd already said too much but couldnât bring himself to stop. âDonât think for one moment that I donât know what this mission actually isâŠâÂ
You rubbed your neck nervously, unsure of where he was going with this.Â
âI know how easily it would be for Stark to send in his machines to do this reconnaissance, and that the Scepter likely isnât here. Obviously, Iâd be the last person theyâd ever want close to it,â Loki continued, pinching the bridge of his nose with his forefingers. âI know the others are probably on the other side of the world recovering it as we speak, and that this mission is completely pointless - hence, assigning you and I to it.â
Your heart sank as he spoke, knowing that he was probably right; that this mission was utterly pointless, that it wouldnât advance you any further in your career. That the only thing this mission was going to lead to was meaningless and unnecessary frustration and pain for the both of you.Â
âI know what they - and you - donât particularly like or trust me. And you have good reason not to.â Loki cast a tragic glance in your direction before quickly looking away again.Â
âSo why are you here then? If you donât want to be here, and if you donâtâŠâ you trailed off, unsure if you should finish that thought.Â
Loki sighed and shook his head. âItâŠdoesnât matter,â he answered sadly, and your heart broke over the entire situation. You didnât know what to say to make either of you feel better, and it was likely that nothing ever would.Â
âThere. I think thatâll do nicely,â he announced pleasantly, abruptly changing the subject and rousing you from your pensive thoughts. You glanced over to see a grown man - a God, in fact - standing proudly over the neatly arranged pillows and blankets on the floor, and for a brief moment you couldnât help but be amused by the sight - that is, until you noticed the state of your sleeping quarters for the foreseeable future.Â
âYou stripped off most of the bed!â you protested angrily, examining the three paltry blankets left to keep you warm overnight.Â
âOn the contrary - I stripped precisely half of the bed,â Loki replied as he began to remove his coat. âOf course, thereâs a simple and quite easy way to double your warmth if youâre so concernedâŠâÂ
âAbsolutely not.â The words came out harsher than youâd intended, but even just sharing four walls felt way too close to him; sharing a bed was probably way more than you ever could handle.Â
âFair enough. Shall I light a fire to keep us warm then?â Loki offered without skipping a beat, the sudden change in his tone giving you multiple rounds of whiplash. He stepped over to the fireplace to examine it, running his hands over the stone hearthâs arch before crouching next to the pile of logs.Â
How was he able to switch so suddenly, from profound soundness to being so thoughtful? You wanted to accept the kindness and be grateful for the change in tone, but all it did was put you on edge. You sat down on the bed and began to unlace your boots, still desperately trying not to look at him. âDonât bother on my account,â was all the response you could manage.Â
The room was silent for a moment, and you could almost feel the gears turning inside Lokiâs head as he tried to come up with something else to say. But why was he trying so hard? You had been counting on him retreating into himself the way he always did back at Stark Tower, or worst case - that he would be deliberately messing with you, making your life hell and again ruining your chances at proving yourself worthy.Â
You could feel his gaze boring into the back of your skull as your boots clattered to the floor. And when he still hadnât tried to speak, you cautiously looked over your shoulder to him. âWas there something else you wanted?âÂ
Loki sighed and let his eyes drift away as he shook his head. An expression of restrained exasperation crawled across his features as he made his way to the makeshift bed on the floor. âNothing. I donât need anything from youâŠâÂ
Your brow furrowed and guilt poured into your veins with every step he took. But guilt about what? You werenât friends. You owed him nothing. This was just a mission - nothing more, and nothing less. You opened your mouth to speak, but Loki was already laying down on the floor with his back to you, clearly uninterested in speaking anymore that night.Â
The room seemed colder after Loki withdrew. It was an odd, incredibly distracting feeling - one that you hadnât ever prepared yourself for, and didnât have the energy to explore at the moment. Sleep was calling out to you, beckoning you closer as it always did whenever the feelings all became too much.Â
It took so much effort to crawl underneath the three blankets on your bed, and you didnât even bother changing out of your street clothes before cocooning yourself inside. You thought about everything in your life that had led up to this incredibly excruciating moment, all the choices youâd made and the pain youâd gone through.Â
All that sacrifice, and where had it gotten you?
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Sleep did not come easy for you that night. Despite your body exhausted from travel and the gentle bed cradling your wearied soul, you laid awake far longer than you would have expected. So many thoughts flitting uncontrollably across your mind, so many shivers slipping along your frigid bones.Â
A cold draft seeped in through the seams of the windowsills as the snow poured down outside. You were still awake, curled up on your side with the blankets pulled tight around your narrow frame. Eyelids pulled shut and breath held cautiously, you struggled to keep from shivering too much as you imagined Loki on the floor.Â
He had to be colder than you were, and part of you wanted to ignore his possible discomfort. He deserved it, didnât he? Maybe if he was more pleasant to be around, it wouldnât have to be like this.Â
But another part of you hoped heâd be so uncomfortable that heâd ask to join you in the bed. Your thoughts returned to when he had slipped his arm around your waist earlier that evening, and you struggled to keep your heart rate in check. It was wrong, you knew it was so wrong because you were supposed to hate him, the villain who had terrorized New York City, and he was supposed to hate you, a simple mortal who was only good for kneeling.Â
âI know youâre awake.â His voice was a whisper, a small shadow in a room full of empty ones. You slowly opened your eyes, your pupils taking their time to adjust the dark and make out the furniture inside the room. You wanted to sit up, to peer out into the world and see if he looked any different on the floor.Â
âCanât sleep. Itâs too cold,â you murmured softly, barely able to even pull the blankets tighter around you.Â
Loki sighed off in the distance. âThe powerâs been knocked out by the storm, so the heatingâs off.âÂ
It was only then that you realized the bedside table lamps had gone out. Too busy retreating inside yourself, the only warm place you had left. âOh. Hadnât noticed.âÂ
âI could light the fire now, if youâd like.âÂ
No, you thought. No, that wonât do. Thatâs not what I want from you. âWhy are you being so nice to me now?âÂ
Loki stirred on the floor, presumably shifting underneath his blankets. He could be sitting up right now, looking at you in the dark and you wouldnât ever know. âSome things are easier to say in the dark.âÂ
You thought for a moment, wondering about how to beckon him closer without risking rejection, or your dignity. This shouldnât happen; and yet, it never ever would in the light. âThen letâs stay in the dark.âÂ
Loki didnât respond, and silence descended upon the room again. You couldnât stop the shivers tormenting your flesh, and your teeth clattered together as you waited for a response. This time, you were sure you were going to freeze to death, despite burning in the waiting, and yearning, and longing that rolled up and down your spine.Â
âBut where thereâs lightâŠthereâs heat,â Loki finally answered. His voice was closer, much closer now; heâd stood up, and maybe he was right next to the bed. Could you reach out and touch him? Should you?
âIâm doing just fine in the cold.âÂ
Loki chuckled, and you felt the blankets pull away as the mattress dipped under his weight. âYou shouldnât lie to the God of Mischief, dear,â he whispered softly as he settled in behind you, curling his knees behind yours and brushing his nose against your ear.Â
His body was so very warm, and you were aching for his touch. âI think itâs only fair. You came to my bed, and left your blankets on the floorâŠâ you sassed, unable to help yourself.Â
âYou want me to retrieve them?â Lokiâs voice carried the slightest hint of mockery as he started to pull away. You panicked and grabbed his hand, eagerly pulling his arm back around your waist.Â
âSo fussyâŠâ he murmured with a smile, his voice hot against your neck as he settled in to spoon you once more. âYou want heat, but not light. You hate me, but you want me closeâŠâÂ
You melted in his arms, and forced out a soft, defiant sigh. âYou have no idea what I wantâŠâÂ
âAnd you do?â He matched your sigh with one of his own, and pressed his hand flat against your stomach, moving languidly over the fabric of your many shirts and jackets. You could feel how much he wanted to move his hand upwards to more stimulating areas, and it was so very thrilling.Â
âSo what do you want, hmm? Why did you tell the innkeeper we were engaged, when that wasnât our planned cover story?â you whispered, shifting your hips and ass against his crotch.Â
Loki swallowed a deep groan, and you could feel your own arousal beginning to coat your inner thighs. His hand latched onto your hip, but he didnât stop you from moving.Â
âWas it just to piss me off, or was it because you wanted to pretend it was true?â you continued, shifting back against him and hoping the movement would cause your clothing to reveal a little bare skin.Â
âTheâŠfirst option. ObviouslyâŠâ Loki whispered, his lips grazing over the shell of your ear as his hips started to grind against yours.Â
You swallowed back a moan, trying desperately to ignore his hardened length against the swell of your ass. âWhich one of us is the liar now?âÂ
âGods, do you ever stop talking?!â he hissed as he began rummaging underneath your jacket, eagerly searching for bare skin as he pulled your shirt upwards. His hand finally found your bare hip, and his touch was white hot as he began unbuttoning your jeans.Â
This time, you didnât bother hiding the moan, and you twisted ever so slightly underneath the sheets to encourage him to keep going. Your heart beat frantically in your chest and your lips parted, intending to tease him one more time with the brattiest âmake meâ ever spoken aloudâŠ
And then his fingers dipped beneath the waistband to slip between your slick thighs.Â
The sound that tumbled from your lips was equally parts gasp and whimper as his fingertips grazed over your soaked clit, and his breath was heavy against your neck. âThere we go. Thatâs more like itâŠâ he whispered breathlessly, slowly dragging his fingers back and forth.Â
Your thighs drifted apart, as much as they could while trapped inside the unyielding jeans, and your hips rolled eagerly as he pressed harder against your clit. Heat flooded your veins, pooling beneath your cheeks and spilling out of your lungs as you whimpered for more.Â
Loki slipped his other arm around your shoulder, those fingers curling in your hair as his lips started to kiss and suck along your neck. âSo sensitiveâŠhave you always been this wet for me?âÂ
âYesâŠâ you moaned honestly, unable to deny it any longer. Youâd say anything to make him keep going, to keep those delicate fingers pressing and massaging and coaxing endless satisfaction from you.Â
âThatâs a shame. We could have been doing this the whole time thenâŠâ he groaned heavily, shuddering and sighing along as if he was getting as much pleasure out of this as you were.Â
âOh, my god - Loki!â you gasped as he slipped a finger inside, slowly pushing and withdrawing it from your swollen, throbbing pussy. Your hips bucked with his movements, and your fingers curled around your clothing, desperately trying to pull and shift to give him more room to work.Â
Loki smiled against your neck, and brought his lips up to nibble on your earlobe as he added a second finger. âThis feels good, doesnât it? Youâre enjoying what Iâm doing to you?âÂ
That familiar coil of release was beginning to contract inside your core, tighter than it ever had before. Frantic whimpers of ecstasy fell from your lips, unashamed and without second-guessing. With your eyes closed and your hips writhing, you moaned louder and louder as your climax approached.Â
âCareful, little one. Do you want the innkeeper to hear us breaking our vows of chastity?â he taunted in a low, thrumming voice against your ear.Â
âI donât care, I donât care! Just, please - keep going!âÂ
Lokiâs fingers moved faster still, skillfully and without hesitation, as if he was completely determined to bring you to Heaven himself. But just as the floodgates were about to open, just as you were about to come so very hard, he cruelly withdrew his fingers.Â
âWhat?! No!â Your eyes flew open in shock as the pressure receded and the coil in your belly began to loosen.Â
Loki gazed at you with a triumphant grin on his face, his emerald eyes blazing in the dark. âMaybe now youâll be nicer to meâŠnow that you know what I can do to youâŠâ he murmured, bringing his fingers to his lips and sucking your arousal from them.Â
Your mind reeled uncontrollably, so furious and yet still so turned on by the pleasure heâd brought and subsequently taken from you. âI- I canât believe youâŠWh-why would youâd d-do thisâŠ?â you stammered, clumsily pushing yourself up to sitting.Â
Loki settled on his back, grinning from ear to ear as he watched you struggling to pull your jacket off. âSurely you can. But the real question isâŠwhat are you going to do about it, hmm?âÂ
âOh, my God, I hate you. I hate you so much,â you groaned as you finally freed the zipper and yanked the jacket off your frame. You stumbled out of the bed, thighs trembling violently as you worked to remove the rest of your clothing. You werenât lying; you did hate him, but goddammit he was so alluring and you desperately needed to come.Â
Loki watched hungrily as you stripped the rest of your clothing away and climbed back onto the bed, settling yourself over his hips. âWell, this is certainly an interesting strategy,â he whispered as he curled a hand behind your neck and pulled your lips down to his.Â
You moaned deeply as you kissed him back, violently and passionately moving your lips and tongue with his. You eagerly rolled your bare pussy against his clothed hips, searching for any sort of friction and for a way to tease him more than heâd teased you, to make sure you wouldnât be denied a second time.Â
He met your lips just as eagerly, groaning and moaning against your mouth as he moved his hands to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing across your nipples and driving you mad with want. Your hands moved to his jacket, grabbing and struggling to align the zipper with the chain and be able to feel his skin directly against yours.Â
âUse your magic, undo your clothingâŠâ you whispered frantically against his lips, unable to see or think clearly.Â
âAbsolutely not. Show me how much you want meâŠâ Loki hummed teasingly, shifting his hands downwards to grasp your ass and force you to roll harder against his hips.Â
You grinned, pleased with his words, and pulled back to sit upright on his hips. With your full weight pressing down, you rolled yourself harder against him, and his back arched in pleasure. When his jaw clenched tight and he rolled his hips with yours, you violently pulled the jacket zipper down and then ripped his shirt open.Â
âOh, you are going to pay for that, minx!â Loki hissed angrily as shirt buttons went flying across the room. He pulled his hand away as if preparing to smack your ass, but you ignored it, leaned forward to take his nipple between your lips.Â
Loki moaned loudly as you sucked, flicking your tongue as he squirmed and writhed beneath you. His eyes closed and both of his hands returned to your ass, and you matched every one of his moans with some of your own. Vindication and pleasure rushed up and down your spine - and then he finally magicked his clothes away.Â
You found yourself pressed directly against the length of his throbbing cock, and you both moaned loudly in unison at the intimate contact. He wasnât even inside you yet, but you couldnât believe how amazing it felt already. You shifted to bury your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent and basking in the warmth of his naked body as your hips gyrated together.Â
The blizzard outside was forgotten, the cold air nipping at your bare skin was no longer a concern, and in that moment you couldnât remember why you ever hated him. He whimpered in your ear and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist as your hips writhed in unison, and soon that coil was wrapping itself around every fiber of your being again.Â
There was nothing anyone could do to stop you from coming this time; in fact, Loki actively encouraged you to keep going through a heated, growling voice. âYes, take it from me. Let it all out, Iâve got youâŠâ he commanded, his fingers pressing harder into your flesh.Â
The orgasm ripped through you, searing every nerve ending as you thrashed on top of him. Your fingers and toes curled beyond what you thought was ever possible, and your muscles kept tensing and relaxing, grinding and rolling in a desperate attempt to keep this pleasure flowing.Â
Loki held on tightly, groaning and gasping right along with you until you finally started to come back down. One by one your muscles relaxed until you lay limp, breathing heavily between parted lips on top of him. You were finally sated, with no thoughts passing through you any longer; maybe now you could finally fall asleepâŠ
Satisfied that you had gotten yours - and the better of him - you started to roll away, but his arms tightened around your body, keeping you on top of him. âOh, I donât think so, darling. Iâm not done with you yetâŠâÂ
Your eyes fluttered back open as Loki adjusted your body on top of his, and before you could muster the strength to tease him again, he was pushing himself inside you. It felt incredible, like his body was molded to fit inside yours, and you couldnât believe heâd somehow figured out what your favorite position was.Â
A deep whimper of pleasure was all you could manage as you took him in, his cock pulsating inside you and filling you entirely. Loki moved his hands back down to grip your ass as he began to thrust upwards, his thighs tensing and pelvis tilting to hit your sweet spot. You shifted your knees away from his hips and hovered above them as he drove himself into you over and over again.Â
Almost immediately you were on the verge of coming a second time, and you cried out his name as every nerve ending fired off in rapid succession. Lokiâs thrusts were relentless as he came apart with you, his fingers digging into your flesh and hips bucking wildly and uncontrollably beneath you.Â
You clung to each other the entire time, your minds wracked with pleasure and bodies spent until you were both just panting and laying peacefully in each otherâs arms. When clarity returned, you had no idea how to react; should you push him away? Should you say something rude? Was he going to beat you to either of those options first?Â
The deepest, most vulnerable part of you just wanted to stay there, lingering in the bliss you both had created with each other. Youâd never had a partner this exquisite before, and you didnât know what you were going to do when you returned home - let alone the next morning.Â
You nestled in against his chest and listened to the sound of his heart beating - steadily, calmly, peacefully. Loki kept his arms around you, and his fingers ran through your hair, gently massaging your scalp as he held you close.Â
âIâve got a lot of amends to make,â Loki said quietly, his voice tinged with melancholy.Â
You blinked and cautiously brought your hand to his chest, placing it soothingly over his heart. âWhat do you mean?â
âEarlier you asked why I was here. Iâve got a lot of amends to make,â he repeated, placing his hand over yours. âFor New York, for the pain Iâve caused my father and brother, for letting myself be - âÂ
Loki swallowed hard and shook his head, and could almost feel the regret swelling in his eyes. There was something important he wasnât sharing; maybe he didnât know how, or maybe he didnât know if he could trust you yet. Something deep inside you longed to earn that trust, something you didnât quite understand.Â
âYou donât need to say it if you donât want to. ButâŠIâd be willing to listen, whenever you are ready,â you replied sincerely, hoping heâd believe you. And then you continued on, to make a joke and hopefully lighten the mood. âFirst, though, I think we need to agree to a cease-fire. In the spirit of Christmas, and whatnot.âÂ
Loki smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. âI knew youâd be the first one to concedeâŠâ he murmured playfully. âBut Iâm feeling generous. Letâs just call it a drawâŠâÂ
Your mind reeled with possibilities, unsure of what to say that wouldnât make anything worse or ruin the moment. âReally? I thought your hatred of me was permanentâŠâ you answered cautiously.Â
Loki shifted his hand to gently grasp your chin, tilting your head to look at him. âI donât hate you. You justâŠbewilder and confound meâŠâ
His gaze was soft and warm, and it almost took your breath away. If he was this delicate with someone he found this irritating, how tender could he be with someone he actually loved? And could he ever actually love you someday?Â
You forced a smile, and traced his cheekbones with your fingertips, hoping he couldnât read your thoughts. âI donât know. Maybe all the teasing and insulting was what made this so good?â you murmured playfully.Â
Loki returned your smile, although there was a hint of sadness you couldnât quite place etched upon his features. âI suppose weâll see what happens in tomorrowâs light, wonât we?âÂ
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ink on skin | daryl dixon
PAIRING â daryl dixon x fem!soulmate!reader
REQUEST â anon â hello! could you do an angsty story with daryl dixon? fem reader please <3Â
SUMMARY â daryl gave up on the concept of soulmates long ago, even with the words marked on his wrist. and then he found you.
WARNINGS â canon-typical scenarios, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, soulmate au
WORD COUNT â 3,573
NOTES â this was supposed to be part of a really long collection of prompt drabbles from years ago but i found it in my docs and turned it into something a lot longer <3 itâs not the best (i couldn't for the life of me work out a good ending), but i think this might be one of my faves iâve written bc of how poetic the first few paragraphs areÂ
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Daryl gave up on the concept of soulmates long before the world ended. He gave up on it when he was just a boy, when his mother died and his father stopped showing love. When he was told by his peers, his brother, his father, that no one would ever want him to stay with them, because he just wouldnât be wanted by anyone.Â
He grew to loathe the words on his wrist from a very young age. He did everything he could to cover them â makeup he stole from his aunt, long-sleeved shirts, bracelets, you name it. Heâd even gotten used to not glancing at the ink scribed on his left wrist, making sure that no matter what, his eyes never fell on them.Â
But even when he hated the words that sat there, waiting to be spoken by someone who cared, someone who wanted him, he couldnât deny the countless nights he spent awake, tracing each letter and imagining what his soulmateâs voice sounded like. How would they say those three little words? What would they look like? When would he meet them?Â
Daryl missed the feeling of being wanted. He only ever felt it when he was with his mother, when he was a young boy who didnât know anything but that the sky was blue and soulmates were real and his father was mean. He hasnât felt wanted â truly wanted â for a long, long time, not even when he found the group.Â
Over time, with the loathing came the forgetting of the words marked on his wrist. By the time the world ended, Daryl had almost completely abandoned the reality of having a soulmate, and he rarely ever thought about it. In fact, he felt some relief in the fact that the world had ended. The chances of him finding âthe oneâ had lowered significantly now that most of the population was undead, and he had no reason to worry about being better for someone just to make it seem like he was worth loving anymore.Â
For almost three years, he lived with the relief of likely not having a soulmate anymore.Â
Today was an ordinary day, especially for the Alexandrians. At least, it seemed like an ordinary day. The sun was shining, people were milling around, crops were growing. But underneath the surface was something that no one wanted to address. Fear.Â
Negan was beginning his wrath on the community that could barely keep itself alive. He demanded supplies, and he demanded a lot of them. So, half of Darylâs people had gone out on runs to look for stuff. Food, clothes, medicine, whatever they could bring back. Daryl was among that group, taking a car as opposed to his motorbike and going to a high school with Carol.
At first, he volunteered to go alone, but she reasoned with him. It was too big of an area for him to cover on his own, she said. He could get hurt, or worse. And it was Carol, how could he deny her? She was his best friend, after all. So, Daryl drove in silence, Carol in the passenger seat, staring curiously at him.Â
The feeling of her eyes on his annoyed him to no end, and eventually, the archer caved.Â
âThere somethinâ on my face or whaâ?â
âNothing,â Carol chirped. âJust⊠thinking.âÂ
ââBout whaâ?â Daryl asked, sparing a glance at the woman.Â
Carol shrugged, eyeing her friend. âAbout those words, on your arm.âÂ
Daryl tensed, shifting his posture to hopefully hide them from Carolâs view. âAnd?â
âWell, theyâre not gone, for one.â She stated, a lilt in her voice. âAnd theyâre⊠interesting first words for a soulmate, donât you think?â
âHow am I supposed ta know? I ainât never seen anyone elseâs tattoos. And it ainât like I got a good chance of meetinâ âem, with all this shit goinâ on.â Daryl grumbled, watching Carol shrug and avert her gaze, looking ahead at the road.Â
âJust saying⊠I wouldnât give up hope, Daryl.âÂ
How would Carol know whether or not he should give up hope? Sure, sheâd been the person closest to him aside from Rick, but even she knew nothing about his soulmate. Hell, he was still trying to figure out how she knew exactly what words marked his wrist. Still, he shook the thoughts from his head and continued the drive in silence, as though nothing had been spoken between the pair.Â
Somehow, the high school Daryl and Carol had arrived at seemed to be completely abandoned.Â
There were no walkers roaming around outside the grounds, most of the windows were intact, and the parking lot was practically void of cars. It was a small town, but from what Daryl could remember of the high schools theyâd driven past or looted during their time at the prison, he figured most high schools in small towns â like this one, in particular â wouldâve been turned into aid camps for refugees.Â
Even with no signs of life, Carol and Daryl kept their weapons up as they entered through the main doors.Â
Flashlight beams swept over every inch of the school, and it became clear as to why there were no walkers. Rotting bodies littered the linoleum floors, dried blood splattered over tile and wall and metal lockers. A stench that the pair had, unfortunately, gotten used to, permeated the air, filling their guts with a permanent feeling of nausea.Â
The first place theyâd found was the nurseâs office, and while there wasnât much in the way of medicines, there were supplies that Alexandria was lacking. Gauze, tension wraps, bandaids, generic over the counter medicines like ibuprofen and Gravol. Whatever was left, Carol loaded into the backpack sheâd brought, filling it to the brim with what they found.Â
âCafeteria should be this way,â she nodded down the hall, flashlight sweeping across the path before they exited.Â
Passing by empty classroom after empty classroom, Daryl said, âMighâ need some of this stuff for later, when the kids get older, ya know? Be good for âem to learn.âÂ
âYeah, it would be,â Carol nodded, eyes landing on a set of double doors to her right. âMaybe weâll come back for all that stuff later.âÂ
Daryl grunted in affirmation, about to push the cafeteria door open with his shoulder. He paused as a loud thump echoed down the hall. His eyes flashed, followed by the beam of his flashlight, landing on a singular closed door, a plastic chair propped under the handle.Â
âLeave it,â Carol advised. âItâs just a walker.âÂ
Daryl nodded, but his eyes lingered on the door for a moment. Deciding to leave it be, he pushed the cafeteria door open, finding it empty yet again. The pair crossed the large area to the hot table, where they could already see some canned goods lying about on the tables.Â
âIf there were people here,â Carol began, âwhy wouldnât they have taken the food with them when they left?â
âWhyâs that matter?â Daryl asked, propping his crossbow against the wall and pulling out his knife. He knelt by the door to the kitchen, putting his flashlight down and wedging the blade between the frame. ââS more for us, âs all that matters. Donâ gotta question everythinâ,âÂ
Carol said nothing, keeping her flashlight trained on the door for Daryl to use as extra light.Â
After prying open the door, the pair used a cart to transport the mounds of large, sealed canned goods. With Carol pulling and Daryl pushing, theyâd made quick work of the first two trips they needed to make, loading their trunk as best as they were able.Â
On their way out of the third and final trip, Carol held the cafeteria door open as Daryl pushed the half-full cart, stopping abruptly as the door started to swing shut behind him.Â
âWhat? What is it?â
âI hear somethinâ,â Daryl muttered, straining his ears to listen for the noise again. He listened for what felt like decades, and just when he thought he was going crazy, he heard it again. âThere,â
âWhat? I didnât hear anything,â Carol said.Â
âNah, I heard it. Cominâ from this way,â he gestured down the part of the hall they hadnât bothered exploring. Slowly, focused entirely on identifying the noise, Daryl crept down the hall, a confused Carol following him.Â
Just as heâd been passing the room with the chair blocking the door, Daryl heard two sounds: a dull thunk, and a hiccuping cry. He stopped, turning to the door that had drawn his attention before.Â
âDaryl, itâs just a walker,â Carol insisted. âLetâs go, we got what we need.âÂ
The archer didnât listen, footfalls nearly silent against the linoleum as he approached the door, knife raised. In quick motions, Daryl pulled the chair from the door, sending it down the hall with a resounding screech, grabbing at the handle and pulling it open. The hinges squeaked as he peered within the dark, small room â a supply closet, heâd discerned from the cleaning products lining the shelves. All sense of danger left him when he wasnât met with a walker, but instead a girl, her body half-laying, half-sitting, propped against the wall.Â
Darylâs eyes widened, taking in her form. She was covered head to toe in dirt and grime, save for the clear tear tracks down her cheeks and neck. Her hair was matted, and the side of her calf, just above the ankle, was wrapped in dirtied bandages. Her only protection was a small knife, covered in dried blood, the handle of which rested in her limp hand.Â
âHoly shit,â Daryl blurted, catching the attention of Carol, but barely gaining acknowledgement from the girl before him.Â
Carol, peeking over Darylâs shoulder, moved first. She darted around the archerâs broad frame, kneeling down at the girlâs calf. Peeling the bandage from her skin, Carol sighed in relief, finding a deep gash where she feared there might have been a bite mark. âSheâs hurt,â Carol remarked, moving closer to search for a pulse. âAnd barely alive.âÂ
âGo bring the cart out, Iâll carry her out,â Darylâs eyes never left the girlâs form as Carol left. Carefully, he scooped the girl into his arms, relief flooding him when a weak, protesting groan fell from her chapped lips.
There was no telling how long sheâd been stuck in that closet, without food or water, simply left to die. And based on the chair propped against the door⊠it had been intentional.Â
Daryl carried her to the car with ease, having Carol assist him as he laid you across the back seat, taking the time to make sure she would be secure as they drove. After confirming that everything was packed into the trunk, Daryl peeled out of the school parking lot, the drive back to Alexandria being much shorter than the one to the school.Â
The sun was setting when the car passed the gates, and from there, things passed in a flurry of motion. Daryl carried the girl to the infirmary himself, watching Tara and Denise move about hastily to heal this mystery woman.Â
âWhat happened to her?â Denise asked, cutting the bandage from her ankle.Â
âDunno,â Daryl huffed. âFound her like thaâ. Musta been trapped for a while. Few days without water, at least.â
Denise only nodded, working to clean the wound and stitch it. She barely had the focus to think about the wound itself, how deep it was and the likelihood of infection setting in. Tara worked at cleaning the girlâs skin, inserting an IV into her hand like sheâd been taught.Â
The sun had set by the time they were done, the girl changed into new clothes and her skin cleaned of grime. Tara had been sitting by her side when Daryl came back to the infirmary, after going to the Grimes home to eat something and give as much information as he could to Rick and Michonne.Â
âHowâs she doinâ?â
âAs good as she can,â Tara smiled awkwardly. âI donât think sheâll be waking up anytime soon, sheâs likeâ super dehydrated. Itâs been an hour and Iâve had to change the bag thingy twice already.â
Daryl grunted in acknowledgement, pulling up a chair on the other side of the girlâs bedside. He didnât know much about her â or anything, really, not even her name â but even with her chapped lips and sickly look, he thought she was beautiful. And he also knew that whoever had left her in that closet had done so on purpose. He figured it might have been because of her injury, but it was cruel no matter which way he tried to paint it.Â
He just hoped sheâd be okay when she woke up.Â
It took the mystery girl three days to wake up. Managing her health at a time where there werenât any real supplies to use had been difficult, and it took all of Deniseâs focus to make sure she had enough fluids.Â
Waking up in an unfamiliar, oddly clean, room, on a bed, with no stench of rotting bodies wafting through the air was confusing, terrifying, and oddly comforting.Â
Your body woke with a jolt, eyes snapping open like youâd woken from a nightmare of sorts. There was movement to your right, and you jumped back from it, frantic eyes finding a blonde girl attempting to calm you without touching you as best as she was able.Â
âHey, hey, youâre okay, youâre safe.â Sheâd said, stressing the last word. âOne of our guys found you in a supply closet and brought you here. Heâ He said you were half dead.âÂ
Pure fear and confusion kept your mouth shut. The girl kept talking, asking questions, but you couldnât bring yourself to respond to any of it. The pain in your leg hadnât been of any help, pulsing and throbbing with every slight movement.Â
By the time sheâd realized you werenât going to respond, she sighed and moved over to the kitchen to your right. When she came back, she placed some food and a tall glass of water on the bedside table, backing away slowly as she spoke. âIâm Denise. The man who found you, Daryl, is on his way to see you. Maybe youâll feel more comfortable talking to him?â
The idea of speaking to anyone, even the man you vaguely remember before passing out due to dehydration, made your stomach roll. Still, you picked up the plate, gratefully digging into the food you were given. Drinking the water, you relished the feeling of it sliding down your throat. Water was something you hadnât had in what felt like years, and youâd be damned if you didnât cherish what youâd been given.Â
As you finished up, the door creaked open, and your body stiffened. You watched a burly, reserved man step inside, his movements hesitant. You watched Denise approach, whispering something to him â likely about you. Presuming this was Daryl, you willed yourself to relax, even as you pulled your knees tight to your chest, arms locked around them.Â
You watched him approach the bedside, standing awkwardly beside you as you looked into his eyes. Strikingly blue, surprisingly soft.Â
âHey. Ya alright?â He asked. His voice was rough, southern accent awfully thick. But his words sounded soft, somehow. Small. Like he was trying not to frighten you.Â
All you could manage was a nod. He huffed, nodding back, clearly somewhat relieved that you were at least communicating somehow. You kept your eyes on him, tracing every inch of his face and his clothes. It was clear to you, though you were unsure of how, that he mustâve been built for this world. Daryl seemed out of place in this clean, crisp, white room, and when you pictured him in the woods, he seemed to blend right in.Â
After a moment, he turned and went back to talk to Denise. They spoke in hushed whispers, and you thought back to the exchange youâd just had. Your mind had been reeling, so caught up in the entire situation, that the words Daryl had spoken didnât register. And neither did the tingling across the inside of your wrist.Â
Pulling down the sleeve of your shirt, your fingers grazed at the skin where the words youâd been waiting your whole life for the right person to say used to be. With wide eyes, you found the words gone, replaced by a slight scar of where they had once been inscribed. It was surreal, and definitely not the time.Â
âHey,â Daryl called out as he came to stand beside you again, voice still soft despite its natural roughness. âDoc said ya can leave if ya want. I know ya donât know me, but if ya want⊠ya can stay with me. I got a cot ya can sleep on, if yer okay with thaâ,âÂ
You mustered up a small smile, nodding at the man before you â your soulmate. Youâd been wishing to find him your entire life, but with the world ending, you put that aspiration aside. You certainly hadnât expected to find him when you were at the brink of death, trapped by the selfish people youâd once considered family.Â
Carefully, you slipped out from the blankets, stumbling as you put weight on your injured leg. Luckily, Daryl caught you, wrapping an arm around your waist as the other guided your arm to rest around his neck. Wordlessly, you watched his cheeks flush red as he shifted his weight before you began walking.Â
It was painful, getting to the house he lived in. Not because of your leg, but because of the proximity. Along with the fact that you couldnât bring yourself to speak a single word, not even to him.Â
As you settled into the large basement room heâd taken, he told you more about the community, about his people. The ones who lived here â Rick, Michonne, Carl, and Judith â were family to him. The others were the same, but they all lived in different homes. He laid out the cot as you sat on the bed, watching intently as his voice reverberated around the room, rattling your heart in your chest.Â
âI know ya donât talk much,â he huffed, rooting through a bag of his and pulling something out. âBut ya can write, right?â
You nodded, watching a smile play on his lips as he handed you a notepad and pen.Â
âCan ya tell me yer name, at least? So we can call ya somethinâ that ainât jusâ âgirlâ?â
Smiling, you wrote out your name and handed the paper back to him. Your smile widened when you heard him say your name, meeting his eyes as he looked back up at you.Â
âYa can talk, right?â You nodded.Â
Daryl nodded, leaving the pen and paper with you, just in case. ââM gonna go find Rick, tell him yer stayinâ with me fer now. Alright?â
The thought of Daryl leaving you, of being alone, in an unfamiliar place, with no light aside from the window at the very top of the wall, shocked the fear back into you. As he turned, heading for the door that led to the stairs, your breath caught in your throat. As quickly as you were able, you reached out, grabbing the manâs wrist and pulling him back to face you.Â
âPlease, donât leave.â You whispered, voice gravelly and strained. It surprised even you, eyes widening as you met Darylâs gaze. But his carried a certain fear as his eyes tore from your own, locking onto the wrist youâd caught.Â
Following his line of sight, your heart stuttered, watching the ink on his arm begin to fade into his skin, into the same imprinted scar of words that you had.Â
âYerâŠâ he breathed, eyes filling with tears.
âYeah,â you whispered, eyes watering, watching him as his eyes remained on his wrist. âYour soulmate.âÂ
Daryl pulled his wrist from your delicate hold, his mind on overdrive. Heâd thought it ironic, that the apocalypse had only pushed him closer to his soulmate instead of further apart. And now, the words heâd been desperate to cover throughout his life were finally gone, and the woman that the universe decided was meant for him was sitting on his bed, saved from the cusp of death because of him. All because he couldnât take his mind off the closet with the chair blocking the door.Â
His hand came to his wrist, rubbing at the skin that was no longer tainted with words he thought would never be spoken. And despite all of the fear Daryl carried with him over the years, the gratefulness he had for the apocalypse and the relief that heâd never have to let down his soulmate when they saw that he wasnât good enough for them, he felt none of it when he looked at you.Â
All he could feel was happy. Relief, not that the world had ended, but that you were safe and healthy.Â
And, all of a sudden, meeting your eyes, Daryl was okay with the idea of having a soulmate. All the words that had been spat his way growing up, all the times he was desperate to pretend like he didnât have a soulmate didnât matter anymore. All that mattered was you.Â
It would take time for Daryl to feel like he deserved you, he knew that. But you were here, and you were alive. That was enough for now.
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First Time? â Lara Croft.
Lara X fem!reader
warnings: virginity taking, smut, fingering, pet names, lara being such a heartthrob. (proofread but sorry for any mistakes.)
anon request.
i finally finished writing this oooo, sorry i rushed the ending.
you were getting ready on the floor of your bedroom, your phone lighting up with a new text message from your girlfriend, Lara.
she promised sheâd take you for a walk around town now that you have a break from college exams, random quizzes and all that.
you were very grateful sheâs understanding, she did go to university herself, even if she was over five years older than you.
you dabbed some blusher on the apples of your cheeks with the mirror in front of you, then took a hold of your phone to remind her youâll be there soon, you wouldnât be late.
it was hours later as you begged Lara to sit down, your legs gave out from the walking youâd already done, sweat breaking out from your forehead.
âjeez, honey.. youâve got the stamina of a baby.â she said, taking a seat next to you, opening her bottle of water to give you a sip, wiping your sweaty forehead with her palm, then wiped it over her shirt, you liked how Lara didnât care much for such stuff, like getting your sweat on her clothes.
âdrink up.â lara broke you out of your thoughts as you opened your mouth and took a sip from her bottle, lara fixed you up a little, patting down the flying out hairs off your scalp and the side of your face, grabbing a tissue to wipe your cheeks, sheâs often motherly with you, at some point you did find it weird but now? you didnât mind it one bit.
you liked how she took care of you without asking for anything in return.
as she allowed you another sip from her bottle you smiled and chugged it down your dry throat. âare you okay? damn, iâm afraid youâll pass out on me.â Lara scoffed, smoothing down your shirt.
âiâm fine, sorry.â you finally chuckled, you had no idea why you were so lost in thought that day, you couldnât help but think.
maybe what had you this hazed up is the thought of lara intimately the other night, and you forced yourself to sleep so you donât have to think much of it.
Lara knew she had to take it slow as you were much younger than her, and she didnât want to jump into anything that would make you uncomfortable, sheâs so sensitive about the fact that she could do anything that would hurt you, or make you uncomfortable around her, so she hoped youâd initiate it first⊠until then sheâs gonna wait, sheâd wait forever for you.
but you? you couldnât initiate shit, you were a nerve wreck, so damn awkward, maybe you were even slightly self conscious, Lara had no idea you were a virgin, she thought you had a wild past, considering you were in your early twenties, itâs valid for people this age to do so much and you didnât wanna confirm nor deny things, so you kept quiet.
every time you tried to initiate something, you were worried you didnât shave, or didnât shower, you probably smelt bad, youâd just stand there like a fool and forget all about it, idea tossed to the side.
you brain was your worst enemy, and it didnât help that Lara was one of the prettiest women you could ever be with, you canât imagine being inexperienced with her, or doing something stupid or looking ugly in such a special moment.
Lara walked you home that day, then you insisted she spends the night, only because it would be fun⊠right?
Lara on the other hand didnât think of it that way, she was so sure youâd finally initiate something, she felt so excited she couldnât breathe at all.
as you opened the door to your bedroom, Lara walked in. just trying to act normal, for now.
she looked at your room, your bed, it was a single bed.. damn.
Lara cleared her throat and went through your books on the shelf, impressed by the variety of collections you had, small figurines she found adorable as you flushed in embarrassment, she was never in your bedroom, it felt nice to have her here though.
she finally took a seat on your bed then, stretching out on your single bed sheâd definitely tease you for later.
âpretty room, never imagined your room to be this⊠singular though.â she giggled, leaning on her knees with a smirk, her brown eyes searching through yours, making your cheek flush a pink shade Lara adored.
âi⊠yeah..â you blushed.
âdonât be shy, singular beds can be nice too.â Lara said, kicking her boots off as she flopped down the bed, not having space much for you if she were to ever stay the night in your bed like this, she looked amazing on your bed, you couldnât help but stare as a feeling pooled through you, your cheeks getting redder than before.
you were playing with the hem of your shirt as thoughts rolled around your head, listening to her breathe, her figure resting on your bed like that.
it was so tempting.
you wanted her.
every fibre of your being was aching for her, for her touch, but you couldnât, you were so scared.
as your thoughts ate away at you, Lara caught on, she always knew, she just hated to pressure you.
she called your name, causing you to look into her warm brown eyes that looked yellow from certain angles and lightings.
âwhatâs wrong? youâve been lost in that pretty head of yours all day.â Lara sat up on your bed, her hand taking yours as she placed a soft kiss to your knuckles.
you gulped, youâre gonna say it.
youâre gonna admit it, both the fact that you were a virgin, and the fact that youâve been craving her for months.
you bit down your slightly chapped lip, turning on your bed to face her, there goes nothing.
itâs better than drowning in these thoughts and feelings, you have to be honest with her, itâs a commitment to do so and you were so committed to Lara.
thereâs nothing wrong with being honest about your lack of experience; you knew Lara isnât shallow and close minded.
you rubbed the side of your head as your breathing caught in your throat, your words choked, you needed to pull yourself together.
Lara took a hold of your chin with her free hand as she leaned her head closer to yours, seeking out your expressions, wanting to understand you and understand your feelings. Lara knew you were too hard on yourself sometimes and barely let it out.
she waited, squeezing your chin softly in her rough fingers.
âiâm..â you finally started, one step at a time.
âLara iâm⊠um..â you paused, your tongue tied and your palms so sweaty.
âyouâre what, honey?â Lara softly muttered, her fingers still placed underneath your chin, her other hand rubbing your thigh in comfort.
âa⊠virgin.â you whispered, your gaze averted, refusing to keep eye contact, your embarrassment was bad enough as it is, you canât imagine how sheâd look at you as your thoughts ate away every ounce of common sense you could have had over this.
Lara forced your chin upwards, your gaze falling back into hers.
âand thatâs a problem, how?â Lara mumbled, leaning closer to you, the tip of her nose brushing against yours. âtell me.. howâs that a problem?â she asked, her fingers tightening against your chin.
âitâs.. nânot..â you breathed, unable to say anything, she made your brain a mush of mess, unable to think straight.
as if anything about her would make you straight.
Lara's lips made contact with your jaw, her hand on your thigh reached all the way up to hold your hip, pulling you closer.
âthatâs right.. iâd get to be the first one to touch you, the only one who touches youâŠâ she mumbled into your soft skin, sheâd die doing this and sheâd be the happiest woman ever.
âi wanna taste you so bad.â Lara moaned into your neck, bringing you by the waist on top of her, lying down on your small bed.
âLara.. wait please.â you supported yourself on the bed, your hands on either side of her head as you stared down at your older girlfriend, her hands holding your waist.
âshh⊠itâs okay.â she cooed, placing soft kisses on your cheek. âi know⊠we donât have to do anything, i just wanted you to be certain that iâd never judge you, never belittle you⊠so what if you've never had sex before?â Lara reassured you, her hand stroking your cheek softly, the pad of her thumb resting on your cheekbone.
âdoesnât make me like you any less, youâre still my girl.â
she smiled, nudging your nose with hers, her other hand gripping your waist in a comforting expression.
âis it⊠bad to say that i wanna do it with you?â you mumbled, staring at her brown eyes as she was beneath you, giving you the opportunity to be this close to her, her freckles like constellations, her scent so enticing and her warmth inviting, your lips found themselves on the corner of her mouth, feeling her hands on your lower back.
ânot bad⊠i want the same thing, love.â her thick accent rang in your ears, her calloused fingers touching the inside of your shirt, the pad of her thumbs stroking every inch she can come across. your head dipped to the crook of her neck, her perfume even stronger as your nerves burned with desire.
this is the first time youâve ever been this close to a girl, your lips attached to the soft skin of her neck, her moans echoing through the walls of the bedroom making your untouched pussy throb at the way she writhed and squirmed in your damned small bed.
Lara gripped your hips as she guided your hips closer to hers, âlet me take this off.â she whispered, undoing your jeans, her fingers soft and tender.
you helped her take off the garment, Lara knew she canât fuck up your first time in any way, so she got up from the bed and picked you up around her waist to place you down so sheâs on top, your hands buried themselves into her soft hair, bringing your lips to her neck as Lara tugged at your waist, holding back her moans.
your legs were on either side of her, Lara felt so damn dizzy at the sight of your legs spreading for her, she knew you were ready, that you wanted it.
she couldnât wait to stretch your virgin pussy.
âeasy there baby..â Lara moaned, pushing you down the bed by the hips, her fingers moving to slide your panties down your legs, her breath caught over the sight of your pussy, you were so wet⊠such a virgin, Lara thought.
âoh my..â Lara breathed, bringing her pointer and middle finger to spread your folds, rubbing them into you as you closed your eyes and let her touch you just like how badly you wanted her to. âso prettyâŠâ Lara smiled, rubbing her index finger against your clit, watching you drip.
âsuch a good girl..â Lara praised you as her wrist flicked and she pumped her index and ring finger into you gently, she made sure you didnât get hurt, knowing no oneâs ever touched you like that before, but oh how proud she felt, it was honour to take your virginity like that, and she was glad you picked her.
âdoes that hurt?â Lara asked, sticking her fingers into your hole briefly, seeking out your reaction, your body tensed and breath caught in your throat. âno..â was all you said as Lara pushed her fingers slowly just a bit further inside. waiting to see if youâre in any pain before she fucked her fingers into you.
you were so wet, and your muscles relaxed, you enjoyed this beyond words and Lara was so thankful you felt comfortable with her, her lips found your cheek as she slowly fingered you, listening to your soft moans and soft breaths, you were breathtaking.
âso beautiful..â Lara mumbled, smiling at the sight of you like this, it wasnât long before you gently rocked your hips to match her pace. âdonât hurt yourself baby⊠let me do the work.â she cooed, holding your hip to keep you from doing anything that will cause you pain.
âneed you deeper..â you whispered, Lara complied and moved her fingers deeper, only slowly and with so much caution, you were so tight. only wet enough to let her fingers get sucked inside of you with her movement calculated. âmoreâŠâ you whined, making Lara smack her lips.
she couldnât add another finger, thatâs pushing it.. especially for a first time. the only moved her other hand to rub at your clit, her fingers buried inside of you just going faster. âthat good..?â lara breathed.
âyeah⊠yeah, fuck fuck..â you moaned, your hips rocking along with laraâs movements, she couldnât stop you now, she wanted you to cum on her fingers. âfuck!â you mewled out, squirming.
âcum for me baby..â lara rasped, both hands working on your tight sweet pussy, rubbing and thrusting. she leaned in and pressed a kiss to your neck, making you arch your back and rock your hips further into her thick fingers.
Lara slowed her pace just a bit as she saw you coming undone all over her, and all over your bed, mewling and crying into the pillow, she figured your first orgasm would be intense, so she let you ride it out then she pulled out her fingers gently.
she looked at how much youâve gushed down her fingers and she couldnât help but shove them in her mouth, licking it clean while rubbing a hand over your stomach to comfort you. âitâs okay baby.â she says, leaning down to press a sticky kiss to your cheek, laying down beside you to hold and comfort you. her arms wrapped around you securely, pulling a blanket over you both as youâre squished on your small bed.
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Who Needs Time Management When I Have You?
pairing: spencer reid x reader
summary: one of the many perks of having a boyfriend with flawless memory is that you do not have to remember stuffâhe remembers them for you.
genre: tooth-rotting domestic fluff
word count: 1.5k
author's notes: i wrote this because domestic!spencer reid is a guilty pleasure of mine. i can definitely picture him as an attentive boyfriend because aside from the fact that he has flawless memory, he's an overall caring guy. with that said, i hope you'll enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing this!
ONE OF THE MANY PERKS OF HAVING A BOYFRIEND WITH FLAWLESS MEMORY IS THAT YOU DO NOT HAVE TO REMEMBER STUFFâHE REMEMBERS THEM FOR YOU. Do you have a dentist's appointment at 9? Covered. He will be waking you up at 7 with breakfast in bed. Your sisterâs birthday is coming up. No worries! He has already ordered a bouquet ready to be sent on the day. It is amazing, and you thank your lucky stars for him every morning when you wake up and see him cozily sleeping beside you.
However, you were out of luck on the boyfriend angle today. You had your monthlyâor if the BAU is freeâgirls' night scheduled tonight. As much as you enjoy having girls' nights with the BAU girls, Spencer also likes to spend some time out with the guys for a nightcap or something, whatever the men at the BAU enjoy when there is no case. And that means, your boyfriend is busy getting ready to go out as well. Although Spencer has never forgotten a thing in his lifeâeven when he is on the brink of life and deathâyou do not want to stress him out even more by asking him what you think you have forgotten to prepare.
So, today when you were running around the house like a madman trying to collect the stuff you need to bring to Garciaâs for girls' night, you have no one else to blame but yourself. You have depended on your boyfriend to remember stuff for you that you always leave the preparation at the very last minute. At the moment, you believe youâve never hated yourself as much as you did now, which is quite the feat considering that youâve hated yourself a lot before for chickening out on confessing your feelings to boy wonderâyour boyfriend, Spencer Reidâonly to find out he shares the same feelings.
Scratch that, you hate your boyfriend right now more than you hate yourself.
Currently, that same boyfriend has been snickering nonstop at you dashing left and right and gathering the things you need to bring. Face masks? Check. Wine? Check. What else were you forgetting?
âYou know, thereâs this study that says only 82% of people have a time management system.âÂ
Your ever-loving boyfriend, Spencer, decided to share. You were about to chuck the throw pillow at him because you could hear the I told you so in his voice, but you knew his fact-sharing and nagging was his unique way of saying, âI love you, but you couldâve remedied this problem by preparing the stuff youâll need the night before.â
âNo, I donât, Spence. But, do tell.âÂ
At this point, youâre pretty sure Spencer was sporting a shit-eating grin and was probably holding in a laugh at the strain in your voice from recalling whether youâve got everything so you can head over to Garciaâs. Youâre pretty sure Garcia is about to talk your ear off if youâre running late. You missed out on the last girls' night after you bailed on them, wanting to spend the night with Spencer, watching Star Wars, and eating takeout.
âThere's a survey done recently which revealed that 90% of people say better time management can lead to increased productivity.â Spencer started explaining, hands waving around as if to demonstrate the numbers in front of him. âHowever, only 18% of people have a proper time management system.â
âAnd?âÂ
âWell, it just reminded me of you.â Spencer pursed his lips now, as he tried to explain his thoughts without annoying you. âIf you just had a proper time management system like a to-do list or a planner. You could save at least..â He stared at his watch and did the math, âYou could save at least one hour and forty-three minutes of your time instead of panicking over whether you got all the things you need for girls' night.â
âI donât need that when I have you. Donât you think so?â
This made your boyfriend blush, and you giggled, heading towards his direction, so you could wrap your hands around his waist and bury your face into his chest. You were the luckiest person alive for getting to date someone as wonderful as Spencer.
What you just said would not have made anyone flush and nervous, but Spencer was different. You knew heâs never been in a formal relationship with anyone before you. Thus, from time to time, he still gets embarrassed by your antics which youâll always be endeared by. You live to see your boyfriend getting flustered because it gives you a reason to shower him with affection like now.
âI love you too, Spence.â
You looked up at your boyfriend, who looked like he was about to burst from your directness. You and he may deal with a lot of blood and gore during work, but he can be the most fainthearted person alive when it came to your affections.
âB-but I didnât say I love you..â He trailed off, confused as to why you were suddenly proclaiming your love for him. You grinned even more as you pinched the tip of his nose.
âYou didnât have to, Spence. I know your nagging is one way of you saying you love me, and I love you for that.âÂ
Spencer scrunched his nose and rubbed the back of his neck out of shyness. If you could keep him in your pocket for safekeeping, you would. Heâs just too precious for this world.
âBut, as much as I love you, I know just as much that Penelope will have my ass kicked by Emily if I get to her house late,â you broke free from your boyfriendâs comfy arms, checking the bags you packed while doing so. âI have to go, baby. I think I got everything I need.â
Picking up your bag and care package, you ruffled your boyfriendâs brown locks, which made him frown a bit and sigh. You snickered at his reaction and proceeded to walk towards the front door. You were about to reach the staircase just outside your shared apartment when you realized something.Â
You forgot your car keys.
Berating yourself in your head, you were certain once you entered that door, Spencer would be on your case like a mother duck. He can be too fretful when it comes to you. Oh well, that is one thing you love about him. Huffing, you slowly turned the doorknob and found Spencer leaning on the wall just inside the door with his arms crossed, looking at you smugly. You rolled your eyes.
One thing about Spencer Reid is he can be a cocky little shit when proven right. And that happens mostâif not allâthe time, with his IQ of 187 and eidetic memory. Unfortunately for him, he also happened to date a cocky little shitâyouâwho likes to fluster the living lights out of him. And right now, you just thought of the perfect way to get back at him.
But first, your car keys. Spencer next.
Once you have retrieved the pesky itemâlike itâs the car keysâ fault, you forgot to get themâyou turned towards the door, not paying any attention to your boyfriend, who was already cracking up at you. Only when youâve reached the door, your back towards Spencer, did you smirk. Oh, heâll never know whatâs coming to him. You did a U-turn andÂ
âForgot something, sweetheart?â
âWhy, yes I did, Dr. Reid,â you stated plainly, beelining towards him, making him take a few steps back until he ended up with his back against the wall. He's so easy to fluster. "I forgot to do this."
You slanted your head and pressed your lips against his. Your bodies were snug against each other as you kissed heatedly against the wall. You could feel the flutter of his long lashes against your cheeks as he parted his lips slightly to kiss you deeper. You could taste your shared breath, smell his faint perfume, and feel the slight scruff of a stubble about to show up. Warmth blossomed in your chest when you felt Spencer caress your face as if you were fine porcelain.
Kissing Spencer Reid never gets old in your books. Despite his lack of romantic experience and being the eager researcher that he was, Spencer was an eager loverâhe would kiss you every chance he'd get to know how to please you, which paid off, by the way. This may be a biased opinion but you think the best kisses you have shared were with Spencer.
However, like all good things, kissing Spencer has to end, or Garcia will have you banned from her house for running late.
You pulled away from Spencer and grinned at him, to which he returned with a stunned smile. You chuckled when you noticed your lipstick smudged on the corner of his lips and brushed a finger to erase it. You wouldn't want your boyfriend to be the subject of Morgan's teasing once they're together after this. Noticing the daze your boyfriend is under is about to wear off, and he was about to say something, you beat him to it by pressing a smooch on his nose and pulling away completely.Â
"I gotta go, Dr. Reid. Don't miss me too much!"
You scampered towards the door and shot a wink at your bewildered boyfriendâwho was now sputtering in indignation for interrupting what he was about to say. He is so cute.
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Up and Under
TWICE Chou Tzuyu x Male Reader
Sitting and staring nowhere in the middle of the park, holding a cup of coffee that went cold from that old vending machine nearby, and the freezing evening wind has no effect at all in your current stateâhigh on adrenaline and it looks like itâd take an hour or two before it subsides in your system.
âThis must remain just between us. Got it?â
Each word kept playing again and again in your head, like the same lyrics from the song five years ago thatâs still not leaving your playlist. Not to mention how Chou Tzuyuâyes, the idolâwhispered those words with her sexy yet cute voice along with a warm breath inducing goosebumps; from the back of your neck spreading down to your legs. You even started to question your reality. Did that really happen?
Everything that happened today was messed up, or to be exact, fucked up. But wait, how did you even get to this situation by the way?
It was about noon, and the usual routine at work is to take a break empty space upstairs before Inkigayo broadcast starts. Landing a job at a place like this isnât something you thought of but thereâs no much options on your hand, so here you are. The spot is usually silent since most are out to get their lunch. Lately, you prefer taking a nap up there since a bench is available. Itâs crucial for you to have that time alone for yourself. One hour of freedom to collect your shit again is enough to get through to the rest of the shift. Work itself is already draining, but dealing with people is another.
The pace of your steps is increasing yet you still try not to make a sound. I should hurry before surviving another four hours of work, you thought. Getting closer to your so-called sanctuary, this is when things started to take a turnâa complete hundred and eighty turn.
It made you stop, and carefully listen again to make sure itâs not your head playing games at you.
âYesâ Hmm... Ah~â
Youâre not definitely hearing things. Itâs definitely a moan. A womanâs moan on top of that. Sheâs really into it; given how she lets out all those moans like no one will hear her and not giving a single damn.
Forget the nap, going back should be the immediate course action in this kind of situation. But, being a man and curiosity got the best of you.
âI shouldnât be doing this, shit,â you whispered.
Taking extremely careful stepsâalmost tiptoeing, making that one, tempting peek. Lifted black skirt, fingerless-gloved right hand holding onto the handle for support, and probably her other hand doing the job. Itâs quite difficult to recognize who she is since her loose, black hair covered the side of her face and a tent is already forming inside your pants. Each second that passes corresponds to the moans getting shorter and shorter, hinting that sheâs close to that release.
âUGH! OH- YES, YES, OH FUCKKK!â
She threw head back, exposing the side of her face.
âIs that... Tzuyu?!â For a moment, you couldnât move a muscle. Chou Tzuyu, who is known to be pure, kind, lovely, and innocent idol for years. Yet here she is, masturbating and made herself cum.
Your feet went cold stunned by what you just witnessed. Tzuyu then turned her head to where you are like she knew you were there all along, and not showing any sign of surprise at all when both of your eyes met. She's insanely fucking beautiful.
After fixing herself up and the mess she made, Tzuyu went right away to you. âThis must remain just between us. Got it? Everything.â she whispered, then grabbed your hard member; fingers making random movements, playing with your already leaking rod making you jolt before adding, âWhy don't you come here again next time? Same place, same time then maybe we can do some interesting things, don't you think?â
Does she even hear herself? How could she willingly say those words to someone she never knew her whole life. You can only nod to whatever she'll say, truth be told. The fact that a goddess like her is standing next to you is unreal.
âI got to go now, bye!â she said, winking and waving as she went on her way.
Back at the presentâafter reminiscing everything that happened all you could think of was, âI need to find a new job immediately.â
A/N: Hi. Ren (new name, canât remember my old one) here. Plotless fic and not stuffed with much details to make it âsmuttyâ enough, I just want to get the gist of writing again after not being able to make a stable progress after leaving the platform for about a year. So yeah, not much but I hope it will spark my enjoyment of writing again.
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