#do i even need to tag pierce. does anyone care

[mj-makoshark]

I'm partway through season 2 and here's my takes

[b3ach-bunn7]

PLEASEEEE WRITE MORE FOR TOUYA 🙏🏼🙏🏼

Ur wish is my command 🛵

LEATHER COATS AND PIZZA

Never a dull moment when you hang out with Dabi and the rest of your friends

No quirks au, pining, LOV as high schoolers

part 2

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“Move up.”

You shuffle to the left as Dabi plops down next to you. You’re currently all shoved onto Shigarakis couch, half watching the movie on his Tv and half chattering about whatever. You’re squeezed between Dabi, whose eyes are looking at the TV but not really watching, and Toga, who’s flicking through a Teen Girl magazine, absentmindedly filling out the questionnaires on the back. Shigaraki is sprawled on a loveseat, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he plays some game on his switch. Twice is leaning on the arm of the chair next to him and giving very unnecessary tips that Shigaraki does not need. Spinner is lying down on the floor. You think he’s exhausted after his football training, but he’s usually sleeping any time you guys hang out, so you’re not too concerned.

You don’t really look like you fit in with this friendship group. They’re weird enough as is. Spinner has this weird obsession with amphibians and bright clothes. Shigraki always has gloves on because of his bad eczema and he’s always scowling, and Toga’s cute aesthetic completely opposes her love of all things gore and violence that she’ll tell to anyone who’ll listen. And Dabi, whose face was more metal than skin from all the piercings he has. That, and the mystery that surrounds the burn scars that litter his skin.

All in all, it was a pretty rag tag group. You were glaringly normal compared to them. No weird habits or affinities, but none of you cared. You can’t even remember how you joined their group but you know you don’t regret it. Some of their activities weren’t exactly your forte. You do walk away whenever they decide that spending money on stuff is too much effort, or when they’d rather stay in an abandoned parking lot half the night then get in bed for school. But despite all of that, you always meet them halfway. Shigaraki’s parents are never really home and so you always find yourselves lounging around his house every other day. You watch movies, order pizzas, finish your homework. Whatever you feel up for.

Today, your eyes are trying their hardest not to flit to your right. Dabi is so close to you right now. His thigh is pressed into yours and it’s so warm. You’ve learnt that that is always the case. You remember one night after a party he’d walked you home. Even through the layers of your coat and dress, your arm gripping his had heated you up against the cold autumn air.

You adjust your position and he glances at you, but he doesn’t move. If anything he gets closer, bringing his arm up behind the couch to rest behind your head.

“Guys, would you say I like my men edgy but fun, or preppy but unique?” Toga hums, biting the end of her pencil.

“Don’t care.” Shigaraki mumbles.

“Rude. I think edgy but fun.” You say.

Twice frowns, shaking his head. “No, don’t you remember that Deku guy you liked? He was definitely preppy but unique.”

“No, he was more like. I don’t know. A nice guy.” Spinner ponders from the floor.

“He was a pussy.”

“Dabi, don’t be mean, he was nice!” Toga whines.

Dabi just rolls his eyes and you giggle. You lean forward to read the page she’s on. Apparently, Toga is about to find the ‘guys she’s totally in tune with’. You point to one of the teenage boys imprinted on the page, all fake smiles and box dye hair.

“He looks like he could be totally in tune with you.” You wiggle your eyebrows.

Dabi leans forward over you to get a better look. You can smell that woodsy and smokey smell that always follows him.

“He’s too emo.”

“You’re one to talk.” Toga mutters, and Dabi smacks the back of her head.

Toga sighs and abandons the page and keeps flicking through the magazine. You yawn. It’s only seven pm but you’re tired. You’d stayed up all last night with Dabi on the phone. It was sort of a tradition the two of you had. You’d watch a movie together, the two of you counting down to sync up your Netflix on whatever movie you were watching. Somehow, you’d stayed up talking all last night. It wasn’t unusual for that to happen but after a long day at school it’s all adding up. You lean your head against the back of the couch on Dabi’s arm.

“The movie not catching your fancy?” He asks.

You smile slightly. It’s something stupid and full of violence, the kind of stuff both of you hate. “No. It’s awful.”

“Of course it is, Shiggy picked it.” Dabi rolls his eyes.

You go to grab the remote and Dabi does too. Your fingers touch, only for a second, but the heat blooms in your hands. You both apologise, clumsily, but Dabi picks it up regardless and starts flipping through channels.

“Hey, they have a truth or dare page! Let’s play!”

It’s a testament to how bored you all are that that catches your attention. Toga slides down on the floor and spinner and twice join her. Shigraki looks unbothered but he still turns his switch off and sits up. You and Dabi stay on the couch. Funnily enough, despite the extra room, the two of you don’t move, legs still pressed up against each other.

“Truth or dare? A bit childish, no?” You whisper quietly enough that nobody but Dabi can hear you.

“What, you scared?”

“Shut up. I’m scared of nothing.” You flex your arms and Dabi smirks.

“It’s been ages since I’ve played. Isn’t there meant to be a forfeit if you don’t do the truth or dare?”

Dabi nods. “Yeah, usually.”

“What’s ours?”

“You have to kiss me.”

You turn your head away so he doesn’t seen the flush on your cheeks. Flirting is nothing you’re not used to with Dabi. Any woman he speaks to is unfortunately a victim of it. Despite his whole punk ‘don’t talk to me’ look, Dabi is undeniably attractive. There’s something so obvious about it. Like if you look at him for just a second more than you’d think to, it would all jump at you; his soft hair, the bright blue eyes, and that boyish grin. So you’re not really fussed by all his flirting. You’ve been there, done that. It’s Dabi at the end of the day. Nothing means anything with him.

“You wish.” You push him away as he pouts his lips at you.

Toga claps her hands. “Okay! Who’s going first?”

“Me!” Twice springs up from his seat, excited. “I pick dare.”

“Daring choice! Okay, so. Go onto instagram and like every highlight of the first person that you see.”

Twice was not happy about that, considering the girl that popped up on his page was apparently ‘someone he was interested in’. But his mood lights up quickly once Toga passes him the magazine so he can ask a question.

And you carry on like that, getting through the group. Shigaraki reluctantly plays a ‘Kiss, marry, kill’ with some of the less attractive teachers at UA, Spinner eats a spoonful of sriracha.

“Dabi. Your, fuck, it’s your turn.” Spinner fans his face while Toga giggles at him.

“Truth.”

Dabi waves off the boos from the rest of your group. Spinner hushes them and reads the first truth on the page. “If you had to marry one person in this room, who would it be?”

“Y/N.”

He doesn’t hesitate in the slightest. Your name slips off his tongue like he didn’t even mean it to. His face looks surprised for a split second before he glances around the room.

“Uh, okay. Your turn to ask a question.” Spinner hands him the magazine.

You’re still slightly dumbfounded. So is Toga, because she is narrowing her eyes at Dabi very suspiciously. He notices her out of the corner of his eye and raises a brow.

“What?”

She says your name questioningly. You look down at your lap because the loose thread on your jeans is suddenly very interesting.

“Do I need to explain myself or something?”

Toga sighs, propping her knees up and leaning her head on them. “No, you’re okay. It’s your turn.” She leans her head up and it thumps against your leg. You run your fingers through her bangs and she smiles.

“Truth or dare?”

“Hm. Dare.”

Dabi grins. “Daring choice.” Toga sticks her tongue out at the horrible impression of her voice. “Wait, which one do I pick?” His eyes flit over the page of options.

“Uh, we’ve just been going down the list. I think we’re on number four?” Twice says.

Dabi nods. He opens his mouth to speak, but then he stops. Clears his throat, and tries again.

“Kiss the most attractive person in the room.”

You groan as the others start cheering.

“Finally, this is getting interesting.” Shigaraki laughs.

“Don’t get too excited, she’s not kissing you, Shiggy.” Dabi scoffs.

“Fuck off.”

You huff. “Why do I get the creepy one?”

“Hey, I’d gladly kiss someone than eat what I had to.” Spinner grumbles, still nursing a bottle of water.

“Okay. Okay I’ll do it.”

They’re all looking at you expectantly. You know who it’s going to be. Of course it’s going to be Dabi. You’re sure they all know it too, because the others are just looking at the two of you on the couch, giving no other signs of being ready for a kiss. You swallow once. Turn to your side and he’s already looking at you so intensely. The corner of his mouth lifts up slightly.

“Let’s get this over with.”

“Aw, don’t act like you don’t love this, baby.”

You decide that instead of telling him to shut up you’ll do it instead. You grab the scratchy materia of his stupid band tee he always insists on wearing. It almost hurts when your mouths meet, and his hand immediately cups your cheek, warm palm almost covering your whole face. You’re sure the kiss isn’t meant to last this long, but you feel his teeth bite your bottom lip and you have to push away before you start moaning in front of your friends.

You break apart, breathless. Dabi’s lips are red and look freshly kissed and you guess you must look the same. You feel your face heat and you turn to look at the others who are all looking with different degrees of shock and smugness (the last one being Toga).

“Right.” You grab the magazine from his hands. “It’s Toga’s turn?”

The rest of the night goes by quite quickly. You all soon grow bored of truth or dare, which doesn’t get any more exciting after your kiss. Which you can’t seem to stop thinking about. You and Dabi immediately fall back into normalcy but something niggles in the back of your mind. It was just a kiss, but. Does Dabi kiss everyone like that? It must explain why he gets around so much. If a man kissed you like that you can only imagine how he can do everything else to you.

But you try to ignore that. Focus on the fact you’re braiding Toga’s hair or maybe listen to the story Twice is telling you about someone at his work. Someone orders a pizza and you bug Dabi until he passes you a slice. He gets the cheesiest one in the box, like he knows you love, and you grin your thanks.

The night ends swiftly after that. You all help Shigaraki clean because that’s the only condition he sets if you all use his house as a hangout spot. Toga catches a lift with Twice and Spinner leaves on his bike. Which just leaves you and Dabi. You stand on Shigaraki’s driveway, your foot kicking a rock on the floor.

“You walked here?” Dabi asks, shrugging his coat on.

“Yeah. Regretting it now.”

“I’ll walk you.”

“Thanks.”

He just makes a noise, gesturing for you to start walking. The night air is cool. You wish you’d worn something warmer. You can’t complain though. You love autumn. The leaves crunch beneath your feet, streetlights illuminating the path. The sun is just about set, and the sky is orange, pink, purple.

It's moments like these that you’ll know you’ll remember forever. It’s weird. You remember random things like an old lady you saw on the bus home one day, the slice of red velvet cake you’d bought at some random cafe. Little, irrelevant things that you can’t help but store. But moments like these, where the setting sun catches on Dabi’s skin, and your hands brush close to each other that they almost touch, you don’t think you could ever forget.

“You going to Hawks’s party next week?” He asks suddenly.

“Uh. I guess so.” You say.

Dabi quirks a brow. “Don’t sound too excited.”

“It’s not that, it’s just.” A breeze blows over and you rub your arms. Curse short-sleeved shirts. “His parties get too crazy for me. But I haven’t seen him in ages so I’ll probably go. I miss him.”

“Mhm.” He says, suddenly standoffish.

“Are you going?”

“I guess. I just miss Hawks ever so much.” He raises his voice so it’s all high pitched. You glare at him.

“I do not sound like that, you weirdo. And I do miss him. He’s so busy now that he started playing on the school team.” You shiver slightly.

Suddenly, you feel something warm envelop you. Dabi places his jacket across your shoulders. The warm leather immediately warms you.

“Aw. You’re such a cutie.” You grin, slipping your arms into the sleeves.

“Fuck off. I’ll take it back.”

“You wouldn’t.”

He doesn’t respond to that so you know you’re right. The sleeves fall over your hands and you flap them in the air. You always forget how much bigger Dabi is than you. Even now, he’s almost two heads taller, even with his horrible posture.

“You look stupid with that on.” He says.

“I’m warm, though. Sacrifices have to be made.”

Soon enough you reach your door. He watches as you fumble for your house key before brandishing them out your bag. You go to take the jacket off and he waves you away.

“S’fine, just give it to me tomorrow.”

“If you’re sure. It’s kinda cold out.”

“I’ll be alright.”

You both stand there then. Just looking at each other. Part of you thinks that maybe you should bring up the kiss. Is it worth bringing up? Did it even mean anything? You decide against it, only because that soft look on his face is so rare that you don’t want to do anything to ruin it.

“Thanks for walking me home, Dabi.”

���Touya.”

You tilt your head slightly. “Who?”

He smiles slightly. “It’s my name.”

Oh.

“Oh.”

“You can- You don’t have to call me Dabi. You can- if you want. I don’t really care.”

You think he does care. Very evident by his stammering, something you don’t think you’ve ever seen him do. It’s cute. You don’t look into why he’s given you this privilege. You’ve heard Shigaraki and maybe Toga call him Touya before, but some part of you always knew it was a line you shouldn’t cross. Not anymore, though.

“No, I want to. Touya.”

He breathes heavily. He’s looking at you the way he was before he kissed you on that couch. Your eyes dart to his lips, and you know he saw, because he does the exact same.

“I- I should go. Goodnight, Touya.”

He nods. “Night.”

You lock the door behind you, hang up your keys. You’re not ready to ruin your friendship because of a look. A truth or dare kiss that probably means nothing.

The leather of his coat feels sticky on your skin as you walk yourself to bed.

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God I’m such a sucker for dabi in everyday normal setting…… teenager Dabi…..

Part two is posted !

[oomisluvr]

“We should get married.”

Japan is unusually hot this time of year, the humidity weighing heavy in your lungs. The cicadas sing their love for the warmer weather, celebrating a seemingly endless summer. 

You watch the busy intersection from Kiyoomi’s highrise balcony, idly watching the streetlights conduct the flow of traffic.

Green, green, yellow.

Yellow, green, red.

Red, red, red.

You snort, “What makes you say that?”

Kiyoomi takes a long drag from a cigarette, inhaling deeply then releasing the breath in a plume of smoke. It’s a nasty habit he picked up from watching his eldest brother, a habit he rarely lets himself indulge in due to his lifestyle.

He only does it when he’s anxious. Jittery. Nervous. He only does it when he absolutely needs to.

Lots of people think he’s a prude, a killjoy, robotic by nature. Twitter seems to consider him as barely human, but you’ve been around Kiyoomi to know his faults, his shortcomings. You’ve seen enough of him that he doesn’t have to pretend around you.

The first time he slid a cigarette between his lips, you could hardly believe it. 

Laid comfortably on expensive sheets, his hair wild from how you had been tugging on it earlier, swiping a lighter off his nightstand and pinching the cig between two fingers. You remember how he grinned at your disbelief, a handsome smile on his face at how he was able to catch you off guard, the smoke pooling above him in a wicked halo. 

It’s what people do after a good fuck, isn’t it? He had joked. Consider this a compliment.

You remember feeling special. You remember feeling exactly how you feel right now.

“You make me happy, and I think I make you happy, too.” You watch the smoke dissipate into nothing, remnants swept away by a warm summer breeze. The cicadas grow quiet, muffled by the sound of your heartbeat in your ears.

You shift your attention from the sky overhead to the spiker. You find he’s already looking at you.

“It just makes sense.” He says.

You falter, “We’re not even dating.”

“Does it matter?” His response comes quickly, “We love each other, don’t we?”

You avert your eyes from his, afraid to fall captive to his piercing stare. His hand finds yours, rubbing smooth circles against your knuckles with a calloused thumb. Kiyoomi brings your hand to his lips, laying a soft kiss to the skin there. You draw a shaky breath, inevitably melting into him when he pulls you into his side, pressing you into him completely.

You’re surrounded by his body heat, the spiker towering over you. You hate how soothing it is. You hate how well your body responds to him, your eyes snapping back to him in an instant. 

“I’ll take care of you,” His voice is hypnotic, equal parts captivating and petulant. You hate that you believe him, like always. “We’ll take care of each other. How does that sound?”

Your body betrays you. You feel yourself falling, the walls closing in until–

“Okay.”

Kiyoomi hums, taking another drag of his cigarette, and releasing the smoke into the night air. The carbon burns your eyes, and you cough at the second hand exposure. Kiyoomi’s grip on you tightens and the smoke curls around him, forming that same wicked halo floating against the edges of your memory.

You can hardly remember life before you met Kiyoomi, the memories as tangible as his cigarette smoke. Part of you thinks loving him was inevitable, inescapable. Truly, meant to be. 

You don’t care what the other part of you thinks. Or anyone else, for that matter.

You bring your eyes back to the city below you, watching the streetlights flash and flicker and change.

Green, yellow, yellow.

Yellow, red, red.

Red, red, red.

hehehe i wanted to write something romantic but also left a sick feeling in your tummy. is it toxic obsession or is he just a freak in love? up 2 u baby its whatever you want it to be but lmk if this is too creepy!! so i can tag it as nfsw so it can go with my darker content!! ok bye love as always, niko ♡

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for yesdangerpls behind the cut; "mirror mirror". relevant tags: clonecest, gender play, roleplay, daddy kink (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Language,” he says, and gives the other’s ass a sharp swat–a sharp slap, more like, or maybe more like a sharp spank, hard enough half the fucking hall probably hears the impact, and hard enough to make Match jerk again–and then, soothing and reassuring, says, “It’s okay, sweetheart. I know it's so hard to be good, but you don't need to act like a brat right now. Daddy’s here. You don't gotta worry about getting my attention when you've already got it. You can just be my sweet baby girl and let me spoil you.” 

Match trembles, just once, and his fingers pierce straight through the top of the dresser. Shitty behavior or not, the bastard still hasn't let a fucking drop of his come leak out of him. 

Kon is feeling really, really good about himself right now, yeah. 

“I know you wanna be good for me,” he breathes, and kneads Match’s ass tight right where he spanked him. Match trembles again. “I'm gonna take care of you so you can be. My special little princess. You like knowing you're special to me, don't you?” 

“I–I don’t–” Match tries, his voice all choked and hoarse, and Kon rubs his prostate in sweet, steady little circles and tightens his grip on his ass enough to tug the other up onto the balls of his feet. Match cuts himself off with a tight little whine and arches his back, and Kon slots his rock-hard cock in between his cheeks. “I–I–Daddy, please–” 

“There you go, baby girl,” Kon purrs, and grips Match’s hips to squeeze encouragingly. Match’s tone is still a little too rough for the game, a little too deep, but Kon, personally, believes in positive reinforcement. “You’re being so good. You can grind your pussy on Daddy’s dick all you want. Go on. You deserve it.” 

Match stutters out a cracked little moan, and it pitches up higher halfway through, so it almost sounds like a question. Kon doesn't grind into him himself; just keeps his hands on his hips, stable and strong and steadying. And Match–hesitates, just barely, and tenses up a little more again, and–

“Do it for me, princess,” Kon murmurs, and then leans down to press the softest, sweetest little kiss he's ever given anyone against the back of Match’s neck, and digs his fingers into his hips hard enough to bruise even a telekinetic half-Kryptonian body. 

And Match just fucking melts, and finally rolls his hips back again. 

“Daddy,” he moans, and it's all breathy sweetness, and it's also all Kon can do not to shove his dick in him to the root and fuck the bastard so full of his fucking jizz that the other fucking creams himself over it. Match rubs his ass back against his cock all stuttery-sweet and shy, and Kon barely keeps himself from blowing his load right across the small of his back. 

That's a way he'd rather see Match marked up, he thinks, and licks the back of his teeth again. The idea of his come all up the other’s back would be better than any fucking brand. 

. . . though he wouldn't complain about a pretty little tramp stamp either, now that he's thinking about it. 

An S-shield, maybe. 

Kon runs a hand up the small of Match’s back as the other keeps up that shy, stuttery grinding; rubs his fingertips into the dip of his spine and traces the sharp-edged diamond shape he’s picturing there. Match’s breath hitches, and hitches harder when Kon rubs his TTK in a little tighter against his prostate; traces the shape of an “S” into that. 

Match moans so cute for that “S” that Kon wants to fucking punch a fucking tank about it. And also and even more than that, wants to milk this fucking prick's balls ��til he's coming fucking dry. 

“Bet you'd look so cute in a lacy little thong to match that cami,” he says musingly, tracing the imagined lines of one over Match’s hips and still doing his damnedest to hold himself back from losing control. He's gotta be patient here. It'll pay off better, if he does it right. Or he's pretty sure it will, at least. “Would you pierce your clit for me too, baby? You'd look so sweet all dressed up in lace with your tits and clit all pierced and pretty. Pretty as a princess.” 

“‘P-pretty’?” Match half-rasps, his hole trying to clench down on his TTK again, and Kon's gut burns and his dick throbs. 

If this isn’t Match encouraging him, then he cannot even fucking imagine what would be. 

“So pretty,” he swears roughly, gripping the other's hips bruise-tight again and stroking slow and steady back and forth across his prostate–like he's fucking him, but without his fingers or cock actually opening him up. Without him doing anything that’d make it any harder for Match to keep his come inside him, more like. “Prettiest girl, with the prettiest little pussy. Always so tight and greedy for me, and so sweet whenever you get my dick in you.” 

“Can I–have it, Daddy?” Match half-stutters, and rubs his ass back against said dick again as he half-drops his head. He doesn't drop it far enough to keep himself from being able to see them both in the dresser mirror, though, and Kon would already be pretty damn turned on by that fact alone if the bastard didn't decide to keep talking and say–“Can–can my pussy have it, Daddy? So–so I can be–pretty.” 

Kon nearly swallows his own tongue, and also nearly comes without his dick getting any more attention than that. 

“Fuck,” Kon says. 

“Please, Daddy,” Match says, and it comes out very, very soft and quiet. “Wanna be sweet for you.” 

“Fuck,” Kon says, and nearly falls off the fucking floor. 

“Make me pretty, Daddy,” Match says, his voice this close to fucking tremulous, of all the goddamn things. “Make me–I just–I–please–” Match's voice cracks, and Kon buries a groan against his shoulder. 

“Yeah,” he just barely manages, gripping the other's hips roughly. “Yeah, baby, I'll make you so pretty. Prettiest you've ever been.” 

“Please,” Match chokes, and Kon presses the head of his dick in against the other's hole, rubbing it across it. Match lets out a heated little gasp, Kon pushes in very literally just the tip, and Match immediately comes all over the front of the dresser with a shocked, strangled whimper.

[willalove75]

Alcina's New Maid Pt. 13 Lady Dimitrescu x Reader

Summary: Donna arrives at the castle to help tend to your wounds.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI

Tags: Pain, some blood, broken bones, angstttt

Notes: Part 13! I use Google Translate for all Romanian so I'm sorry if it's not accurate! If anyone speaks Romanian and notices anything that is inaccurate please let me know and I will fix it!

Click here for the rest of the series

Alcina cradled you in her arms for a few more minutes in an attempt to calm the both of you down. She was able to collect herself but you just laid there with tears streaming down your face, trembling in her arms. Never in your life have you been in this much pain, everything hurt, every inch of your body was in pain. Memories of tumbling down the stairs, the look in Stefana's eyes before and after she pushed you, watching Alcina's claws pierce through her all replayed in your head on an endless loop. You were so out of it, so engrossed in the memories that were haunting you you were barely able to register the fact that Alcina had been wiping away your tears or that she was placing small, soft kisses across your cheeks and forehead. When she spoke, her voice sounded so far away, like she was on the other end of a long hallway even though you were tucked tightly into her chest.

Looking down at you, Alcina saw the far away look in your eyes, she knew that you weren't okay and it killed her that there was nothing she could do to help ease your thoughts at the moment. There were more important things that had to be done right now, taking care of your wounds was the top priority. As she adjusted you in her arms she realized the fabric in the crook of her elbow where you head was resting was damp and clinging to her skin. Gently pulling her arm back, she saw blood staining her silk sleeve.

"Shit." She muttered under her breath.

The thought of chastising herself for cursing crossed her mind for a moment and she rolled her eyes in response. How can she possibly be concerned about swearing right now when you're broken and bleeding in her arms?

Realizing you must have split your head open when you fell down the stairs, she cursed herself for not realizing it sooner. She saw the puddle of blood under you but you had so many cuts and injuries, everything reeked of blood and she was in such a panic she didn't realize you had a head wound.

Alcina knew she had to take care of it right now. Even though it's been less than ten minutes since she found you at the bottom of the stairs, she didn't want you to lose too much blood. Her original plan was to wait for Donna but this needed immediate attention.

"Draga," she softly says. "Draga mea, I have to sit you up."

Alcina's warm voice washes over you, the sound bringing you the smallest amount of comfort as your thoughts tortured you.

"Draga, you have a head wound, I have to look at it." Looking down at you, the far away look in your eyes hasn't faltered. She doesn't even know if you can hear her. "I'm going to sit you up now, okay?"

She takes a deep breath and exhales, knowing no matter what she does, you're going to be in pain. As carefully as slowly as she can, she starts to sit you up.

You're violently ripped away from the endless loop of traumatic memories when you feel a sharp pain radiate through your body as she moves you. Crying out, you grasp onto her dress tighter with your good hand and lean into her.

The moment she hears you cry out in pain, Alcina stops moving. Tears fill her eyes once more as she watches you tremble.

"I know, I know it hurts, I'm sorry." She says as she tries to soothe you.

She notices the far away look in your eyes start to return and she knows she needs to get you back before you go there again. Even if it's just so she can sit you up.

"Y/n," she says, cupping your face. "Y/n, look at me." As you begin to dissociate once more you hear Alcina's voice, it's muffled, but she sounds closer than she was before. "Y/n, I need you to look at me." She starts gently caressing your face, trying to bring you back.

Her voice begins to sound more and more clear and you feel the sensation of her fingers gently gliding across your skin. You blink a few times and her face begins to come into focus.

"That's it, good job my love, keep looking at me."

As your senses are starting to come back, so does the pain. Alcina's face comes into focus to only be blurred again by tears.

"I know it hurts, I know." She coos. "Y/n, I have to sit you up, okay? Can I do that? I have to look at your head."

You nod and immediately wince at the shooting pain you feel in the back of your head. Alcina slowly and carefully begins to sit you up again. The pain is almost unbearable but after a few seconds you're sitting up in her lap, resting against her chest.

"Good job." She whispers as she kisses your head.

Gently leaning your chest against her arm, she pulls you away from her just enough for her to see the gash on the back of your head. She carefully examines it, moving away the pieces of hair matted with blood to get a good look at it. It's not that big, but it's big and deep enough to certainly need stitches. As she's examining you the door opens, looking up, she see's Bela and Daniela standing in the doorway.

Alcina's heart breaks again when she sees the looks and dried tears on her daughters faces. Daniela quickly wipes away fresh tears as she looks at you in her mothers arms and Bela does her best to hold back hers.

"Can one of you please grab the first aid kit?"

Bela immediately dissolves into flies and disappears into the bathroom, returning a few seconds later next to her mother with the first aid kit.

"Gauze?" Bela asks. Alcina nods her head. "Should we put a salve on it?" She asks.

"Not yet, I want to wait for Donna before administering anything. We just need to apply light pressure to the wound so it doesn't keep bleeding." Alcina says as she lays you against her chest once more.

Bela hands her the gauze and Alcina places it against the wound and lightly applies pressure. You wince for a second but the pain from the pressure subsides quickly. Alcina holds the back of your head, both to comfort you and to keep the gauze in place, and gently rubs small circles across your back. The faraway look in your eyes returns and she places a soft kiss to your forehead. Looking over to the doorway, Alcina sees Daniela still standing there, her tears now rapidly falling down her face once more.

"Come here, darling." Alcina says.

Daniela slowly walks over to the three of you, her eyes wide as she scans every cut, scrape and bruise starting to form on your skin. The hand Alcina had resting against your back reaches up and cups Daniela's face as she wipes away her tears with her thumb.

"E în regulă iubirea mea, nu-ți fie frică." Alcina says softly. (It's okay my love, don't be afraid.)

"O să fie bine? Nu arată bine mami." Daniela says as she starts to cry more. (Is she going to be okay? She doesn't look okay mommy.)

"Gândăcelul meu totul va fi bine." Alcina says before pulling Daniela closer and placing a long, soft kiss on her forehead. (Calm down my bug, everything will be fine.)

A light knock on the door pulls Alcina, Daniela and Bela's attention away. Looking up, Alcina sees a maid standing at the door. She looks terrified, her free hand has the fabric of her dress balled up in it as the other one lightly trembles.

"Pardon the interruption my Lady." She says with a shaking voice. "Lady Beneviento is here."

"HEY! What about me?!" You hear Angie yell from the hallway.

Alcina rolls her eyes at the doll.

"Please send them in."

The maid walks away and Donna enters the room with a large bag in her hand. Angie walks in after her, immediately sensing the somber mood.

"You all look like someone died! She just took a nosedive down the stairs, didn't she?!" She says. Every muscle in Alcina's body tenses and her eyes narrow at the doll. "Who would have thought that big 'ol scary claws here would fall for a human!" Angie says, walking around you and observing you. "And a tiny one for that matter! It's a miracle we're not here because you accidentally crushed her!"

"One more word out of you and I will pop your little head clean off of that stick you call a neck I swear to Mother Miranda I am not in the mood for your antics right now." Alcina snaps.

"Please don't, Alcina." Donna calmly says. Alcina's eyes shift from Angie, to Donna and back to Angie.

"Then I suggest you handle your doll before she makes me do something the both of you will regret." She growls, shooting daggers at Angie.

"Angie, why don't you and the girls run along and do something, it's been a while since you've all been together, yes?" Donna says and Alcina nods her head in agreement.

"But-" Daniela says.

"It's okay bug." Alcina says to Daniela. "Go with Angie and Bela and I'll come find you when we're finished."

Bela stands next to Daniela and they look at you for a moment. Bela sees the faraway look in your eyes and furrows her brows.

"What's wrong with her?"

"Besides the fact that she rolled down the stairs like a bowling ball?!" Angie screeches.

Alcina closes her eyes and tries to ground herself while her body tenses up again.

"I believe she's in shock." Donna says. "She's experienced a lot of trauma in a short period of time, it's going to take some time for her to mentally recover."

"Girls, go on, Donna and I have to take care of y/n." Alcina says.

Bela takes Daniela by the hand and the three of them walk out.

"Where the hell is Cass?!" They hear Angie say as the door closes.

Alcina releases a breath and relaxes a bit, placing a kiss on the top of your head. Donna removes her veil and tucks a few loose strands of hair behind her ears.

"Shall we begin?" Donna asks. Alcina nods her head. "Do you know what injuries she sustained?"

"She split the back of her head open," Alcina says, removing the gauze to see if the bleeding has stopped. When she see's that it didn't she puts the gauze back and continues to apply pressure. "I believe she broke or fractured her wrist, or her arm, or both. I'm not sure, I haven't had the chance to examine it yet. Various scrapes, cuts, bruising. The maid kicked her in the stomach after she went down the stairs so she may have broken or bruised ribs, possibly internal damage, I-I'm not really sure." Alcina's voice cracks and tears roll down her cheeks once more.

Donna places her hand on Alcina's shoulder and she looks at her sister with comforting eyes.

"She'll be okay." Donna says.

Alcina nods her head and wipes away her tears.

"Where should we start?"

"I would like to try and get her out of her dissociative state first if possible. I feel it would be cruel to begin taking care of her wounds and she comes out of it from the pain. Has she been like this since you brought her up here?"

"Yes, she came out of it for a moment, but only when I tried to move her after I realized she was bleeding from her head. I tried talking to her before I sat her up but she wouldn't come out of it. I was able to get through only after the pain brought her back. She was only out of this state long enough for me to adjust her and examine her head, she went back into it quickly."

Donna nods her head and rummages through her bag and pulls out a small jar. She walks over to you and Alcina and stands in front of your face.

"This should help get her out of it, when she comes back, I need you to grab her hand and gently squeeze it, every time you squeeze her hand, have her squeeze yours back."

Alcina nods and gently pries your good hand from the neckline of her dress. Once she's holding it, she nods to Donna who unscrews the cap and holds the jar a few inches away from your nose, slowly waving it back and fourth. Alcina gets a whiff of it and scrunches her nose and turns her head away.

As the memories replay over and over again in your head you feel trapped. You were aware that two more people entered the room at some point and then others left, but you have no idea who it was and truthfully, you didn't really care. Your body doesn't feel like its yours, it's like you're so deep in your mind the rest of your body doesn't exist. Just as you were finding comfort in this state, something floods your senses, a scent, a rather unpleasant one at that. It gets stronger and stronger and doesn't go away. Suddenly you feel like you're being pulled back into your body, into your consciousness, out of that space where you felt nothing. The scent is powerful, but you also pick up on a lighter, familiar scent, you recognize it as Alcina's perfume.

As more of your senses wake up you start to feel pain. At first it's only in a few places but the pain quickly spreads everywhere and you start to cry. Everything hurts, bad. The next thing you feel is a hand gently squeezing yours, muffled sounds come from above but you can't discern what they are. The strong, unpleasant scent persists as your senses awaken more.

Feeling something against your cheek, you start to realize that you're laying against Alcina. What you feel underneath you is her lap. Alcina has you sitting in her lap, resting against her chest. The thing wrapped around you, resting at the back of your head was her arm and her hand. A pain underneath her hand becomes more prevalent and more tears fall down your cheeks. You can still feel Alcina squeezing your hand as the voices become less muffled.

"That's it draga, it's okay, you're okay." The soft voice coos. That velvety voice can only come from one person. "Good job, I need you to squeeze my hand okay, can you do that?"

It takes a few moments for your brain to process what she's saying. She repeats herself a few times and you slowly start tightening your grip around her hand. She squeezes your hand back and you respond with another.

With each squeeze you receive and return you feel yourself coming back into reality more and more. Your vision clears up and you see a woman standing in front of you. The first thing you notice is how beautiful she is. As your eyes scan her face more, the second thing you notice is a large scar, or maybe a mass, over her eye. Her arm waves underneath you and you look down and see a small jar in her hand. Immediately you realize that the awful scent is coming from the jar and you close your eyes and scrunch your nose, pulling your face away from it.

Donna takes the jar away and screws the lid back on as Alcina continues to squeeze your hand.

"You're doing such a wonderful job my love." Alcina says softly and you look up at her. Her golden irises stare into yours for a moment as a beautiful smile graces her tear stained face. "Hello draga." She says and places a soft kiss on your forehead. She squeezes your hand once more and you don't return it. "No, no, keep squeezing my hand." She says and you continue to return each squeeze she gives you.

Each time you feel yourself slip back into the state you were in before you're brought back by a small squeeze from Alcina's hand. You feel yourself becoming more and more grounded with each passing moment.

"How are you feeling?" Alcina asks.

"Everything hurts." You say as more tears roll down your cheeks.

"I know love, I know." She says, kissing your head.

"Shall we begin?" Donna asks.

"Yes, we mustn't put it off any longer." Alcina says and looks back down at you. "We're going to start taking care of your wounds, okay draga? I know you're in a lot of pain, but we have to bandage you up, alright?"

"Okay."

"What hurts the most?"

"My wrist and my head, my stomach hurts pretty bad too. Honestly, everything hurts so bad." You say as more tears fall.

"I think she'll need stitches for her head wound and probably a cast for her arm." Alcina says.

"I don't have materials for a cast, but I can make a splint for her in the meantime." Donna replies.

As you look down at your arm you see how swollen it is, you can't move your wrist at all. There's no way you're going to be writing anything soon since you broke your dominant wrist.

"Oh shit." You say quietly. Alcina looks down at you with her brows furrowed. "I can't write." A panic starts to take over and you look up at Alcina. "Alcina, I- I can't write. The meeting next week, what am I going to do? What is she going to do to me if I-"

Alcina cuts you off wish a hush and holds you closely to her.

"It's okay, we'll figure something out, let me worry about that." She says, trying to calm you down.

Donna looks at Alcina with a confused look on her face and Alcina takes a deep breath and exhales.

"Mother Miranda requested she be at the meeting next week to 'take notes,' although I am inclined to believe she has other motives."

Donna's eyes go wide. "Oh."

"I completely forgot about- it all just happened and then this happened and-" Alcina shakes her head and looks down into your tear-filled eyes. "We will figure something out draga mea, I promise."

"She needs to be fully healed before the meeting." Donna says to herself as she rummages through her bag.

"The only way that would be possible if-"

"If we use this." Donna says, pulling out a green glass bottle.

"Donna, I- she's never been exposed to it, I don't know how she's going to react, I-"

"Will all due respect Alcina, if we don't try this, worse things will happen at the meeting next week. If Mother finds any reason-"

"I know." Alcina says.

"What is that?" You ask, looking between Donna and Alcina.

"It's a healing salve." Donna says.

"What's so special about it?"

"It contains the Mold." Donna says.

"It has mold in it?" You ask, confused.

"No, Mold, from the Megamycete?"

"The what?" You look up at Alcina, totally lost.

"Alcina, you never told her?"

"Told me what?" Panic starts to build in your chest, is there something happening you don't know about? What's going on?

Alcina senses your panic and rubs your back and places gentle kisses on your forehead.

"It's okay my love, calm down. I'll explain everything soon, I promise." You nod your head as your panic starts to settle. "No Donna, I haven't. Is it safe to use on her? As far as I know she's never been exposed to it before."

"Were you born and raised here in the village?" Donna asks you and you nod your head yes. "There's a good chance she was exposed to it without ever realizing it. Most people from the village are. Alcina, this is our only option."

"Okay."

"What is it?" You ask.

"I promise draga I will explain everything, but please let us help you first." You look up at Alcina with worry in your eyes. "Do you trust me?" She asks as she looks deep into your eyes.

Looking back into her eyes for a few moments, you take a small breath and quietly say "Yes."

The corner of her lip curls into a small smile and she softly kisses you on the lips.

Donna pours some of the salve onto fresh gauze and walks up to you.

"I will warn you, this is going to sting." You nod your head and press your forehead into Alcina's chest so Donna can place the gauze on your wound. "Hold still."

Alcina removes the bloodied gauze and gently holds onto the back of your neck with one hand while the other rests on your back, her thumb gently caressing you. Donna presses the gauze into the gash on your head. It stings at first but all of the sudden the back of your head feels like it's on fire. You do your best to hold still but the pain is so intense your body begins to tremble again as your cry into Alcina. She tightens her grip on you trying to hold you still but to also comfort you.

After a few agonizing seconds that felt like minutes, Donna pulls away and the pain subsides. She runs her fingers through your hair where the wound was and you feel no pain.

"Perfect." She says, pleased with herself before she throws the used gauze away.

Running your own fingers through the back of your head, you realize the wound is gone. Alcina sees the shock and confusion on your face and smiles.

"It's gone, the salve healed it." Alcina says.

"Instantly? Why didn't you use this when I had to get stitches!"

"Because I wasn't sure how your body would react to it, it was such a minor injury I didn't feel the need to risk your health any further."

"Can it heal my arm?"

"That I am unsure of since it's technically an internal injury, but we can try. Let me see." Donna says. You reach out your arm and she gently takes hold of it, her soft, warm fingers tracing and gently feeling the bones in your wrist and arm. "Your wrist is definitely broken and I think you fractured your arm but I can't be certain without an x-ray. I can try soaking the salve in bandages and wrapping it around your arm to see if it works."

"And if it doesn't?" You ask.

"You may need to ingest it. But lets try this first."

Donna pulls out a small bowl from her bag and pours some of the salve into it. She dunks a few bandages into the bowl and wrings them out. Once she's satisfied she brings the wraps over to you and wraps your arm from your hand up to your elbow. It's definitely more than necessary but she'd rather do too much than not enough.

Quickly you feel a softer burning sensation, it wasn't as intense as the head wound, but Donna suspects that its because the salve has to work through your skin and muscle to get into the bones. She applies the salve to a few other scrapes and cuts you have and has Alcina lay you down to examine your stomach.

Alcina slowly pulls your shirt up to just under your breasts. As your skin is revealed to her you see a myriad of emotions in her eyes. Shock, sadness, pain, guilt, and anger all flash across them as she reveals the bruises riddling your skin from the kick.

Gently pressing her fingers into you, Alcina feels around your ribs for any cracks and your abdomen for any signs of internal bleeding. Although she can't feel any breaks, more tears fall from you when she presses against a few spots on your ribs.

"They may be fractured or just badly bruised. Your stomach is a little inflamed but I'm not certain of what internal injuries you may or may not have."

"She should drink it Alcina, even just to err on the side of caution in case she does have internal damage. Plus, her wrist still isn't healed and it might speed up the process." Donna says.

As you look at the two of them while they talk, your gaze focuses on Alcina. The woman you love. The woman who just brutally murdered someone right in front of you. You've never seen someone die before, especially not like that. You've heard the stories, how she brutally murdered innocent people for fun. It's not that you didn't believe them, it's just that they were just hard to believe. Especially when the Alcina you've come to know and love is so gentle, so kind, so loving; you wonder how much of her you've really seen.

"Is that alright with you draga?" Alcina asks. She notices you lost in your thoughts and gently cups your face, bringing your gaze to hers. "Draga?" Alcina pulls you out of your spiral and you look up at her. "Is everything okay?" Nodding your head, you know she's not convinced but she sighs, letting it go for now and gently strokes your cheek. "Are you okay with drinking the salve?"

"I guess?"

Donna walks over with a new bottle and a garbage can while Alcina helps you sit up. It hurts like hell but after a minute you're sitting up against the headboard.

Donna hands you the bottle and keeps the trashcan close to you.

"Try and drink half of it if you can. It is going to taste awful, but you have to swallow it and do your best at keeping it down."

You look over at Alcina, who adjusted herself to sit next to you on the bed, and she gives you a comforting smile and nods her head. Her smile doesn't quite reach her eyes, you can see a little fear and worry in them.

Taking a deep breath, you bring the bottle to your lips and take a few large sips. Right before the liquid hits your tongue the smell fills your nostrils. Immediately your reaction is to pull it away because the smell is revolting but you fight the urge as you try and chug as much of it as you can. The second the salve hits your tongue you feel a burning sensation that follows the liquid down your throat and into your stomach. The taste is so awful you have to force yourself to keep drinking as tears run down your face. The salve sits heavily in your stomach and you feel your insides twist as your body tries to reject it. Pushing the bottle towards Donna, as soon as she grabs it you slap your hand over your mouth to try and stop yourself from vomiting.

Alcina is whispering praises as she rubs your back while your insides violently twist. The burning sensation feels like it's seeping out of your stomach and into every organ, every vein, every cell in your body until your entire body feels like its on fire. You tried your best to hold back your cries but as soon as you feel your ribs shifting and the bones in your wrist moving you scream, curing into fetal position on the bed.

The only other thing you could compare the feeling to would be when a fever breaks. But this sensation was a thousand times worse and filled with more pain that you've ever experienced. As the pain crescendos your stomach violently twists once more and you grab the trashcan from Donnas hand. Your body rejects everything that was in your stomach and you spill your guts into the garbage.

Once you're sure you're not going to vomit anymore you hand the garbage back to Donna and exhaustion floods your body. You practically collapse back into your spot as your body trembles from everything it just went through.

Alcina takes a handkerchief and gently wipes your mouth. Looking up into her eyes, all of the emotions you've felt over the last hour hit and you curl up into a ball and sob. Wrapping her arms around you, Alcina pulls you into her and holds you as tears of her own roll down her cheeks.

Watching you suffer was like torture to her. If she had to feel twice the pain you experienced just so you would have had none, she would have taken it in a heartbeat. She was so scared when she saw you laying at the bottom of the steps. For a moment terror filled her because she thought you were dead. Her heart had never sank so low so quickly in her life. She was relieved when she realized you were alive but then all she saw was red the second she laid eyes on Stefana. Truthfully when Alcina thought about killing her before this incident, she wasn't planning on making it quick. She had every intention of torturing her and letting her daughters do whatever they wanted to her until Alcina finally finished her off. But in that moment none of that mattered, she just needed that maid out of the way so she could get to you.

Alcina can feel your tiny body trembling underneath her as you cry. She carefully pulls you closer, afraid to hurt you more or again, and holds you.

"You're okay my love, you're safe now. You're safe." She whispers as she comforts you. "It's okay, it's okay. Close your eyes, you need to rest."

You try and close your eyes but the tears just keep falling. Alcina sits up in the bed and scoops you into her arms. She wipes the tears from your eyes and kisses you on the forehead while she gently rocks you. The sound of her heartbeat helps to calm you but its her voice when she starts softly singing that really soothed you. Slowly you started drifting off to sleep in Alcina's arms.

Alcina looked down at you as your eyelids fluttered closed, the tears stopped falling and she knew you were finally asleep when your breathing evened out. She sat there with you in her arms studying your face, she loved how peaceful you looked. That finally there wasn't a single thing in the world plaguing your brain. You were completely at peace. Never has she loved someone as much as she loves you in this moment.

Donna begins packing away her things and Alcina looks up at her. Donna meets her gaze and smiles at her sister. Her eyes flicker from you back up to Alcina and her smile deepens. Confident that you're in a deep sleep, Alcina get up and gently lays you on the bed and pulls the covers over you. She kisses your head and whispers "I love you, sweet dreams draga." before turning to face Donna.

"Lets speak elsewhere, she needs rest." Donna says softly.

"I will meet you downstairs."

Donna nods at Alcina and leaves the room with her bag in her hand. Alcina removes her blood-stained dress and throws on a simple black one. She looks you over once more before heading to the door and softly closing it behind her.

Downstairs Alcina meets Donna in one of the sitting rooms.

"I think we have to have a conversation my dear sister." Donna says quietly.

"I think we do too."

[not-goldy]

it’s no wonder Baekhyun's kfans are this deranged. he feeds into their delusions and he’s not even subtle about it. you get the fans you deserve. Him and Jungkook are the same. They sell parasocial relationships hard and it's gonna bite them in their ass one day. Weird cause these two have the talent in both singing and dancing, can't y'all just sell music instead.

I saw this comment under a pannchao post and most kpop fans and army agree to it. This is why I don't feel anything when JK is dragged through mud for some dating rumors. He's the one who fuels gf×bf dynamics with his fans, he's the one who deny having partner and only having army as his gf, he's the one who goes overboard with fanservice while other idols nor bts members does the same even if they do the same job as him, so obviously he's gonna get the fruit of it 🤷‍♀️ Do he think he can fool the f out of his fans and then have a peaceful dating life ? Either you draw clear borders with fans or you don't date.. as simple as that. It's even funnier when whole world can see what's happening while there's shippers who thinks he's dating his bandmate😭 even delulu than y/ns. I don't think anyone with self respect can be in a commited relationship with JK when all he does is sex chatting with his fans in lives and satisfy their Para social bf needs. And i think Jimin has more than enough self respect to be with a person like him.

I nearly agreed with you until you name dropped Jungkook.

I agree in part because I hate the fact these straight idols hide their Relationships when they have the privilege of dating openly without being persecuted unlike queer couples.

But leave Jungkook out of this please.

cos this same Jungkook is the one who nearly threw a fist when Armies would call him baby. Same person who squares up with his fans when they tell him they don't like content he puts out on live. He just shrugs and says well I like it.

Same Jungkook who got a tattoo and keeps adding to it knowing his fans hate it, not only that he also got pierced against their will and when he was told they hated long hair he went ahead and grew it out.

While you're out here claiming he panders to his fans there are several ex Jungkook stans who hate him because they claim he is a shitty idol who only does what he likes and doesn't care what his fans like.

Same person who was told by his members he had to post for each members birthdays because the fans were not happy he wasn't yet he didn't post any way.

Same person who's life motto is that he'd rather be dead than cool.

How do you reconcile these two things???

Same person who went to Itaewon during lockdown and wouldn't apologize because "IT WAS HIS PERSONAL LIFE" had it not been the fact others had died from covid and the sensitive nature of the issue he wouldn't have apologized at all.

He can't be tagged a carefree rebellious nonconformist idol while also seen as a fan-ass-kisser at the same time. Yall would have to choose a narrative and stick with it.

Personally I believe him when he says anything.

If he doesn't have a girlfriend it's because HE DON'T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND. yall jx not willing to stomach the fact. You are just like Tuktukkers istg.

Out of all BTS the one person who wouldn't give a flying fuck fans reaction when he's in a relationship IS JUNGKOOK. YALL WILL NOT MAKE HIM APOLOGIZE FOR LIKING WHAT OR WHO HE LIKES.

Even in our ship narratives we have this running theory that dudes always on the edge of the glass ceiling ready to shatter it to pieces but for consideration of Jimin. Even with that, every now and then he outs the dude.

He could have covered his bite marks or lied about it being an insect bite or pimle but dude just said naa that was Jimin. He be in my neck most times.

So we jokers see Jungkook waaaay differently from how yall see him. He is a complex living being not a one dimensional creature like you paint him out to be.

Fan service is part of Kpop. ALL IDOLS ENGAGE IN FAN SERVICE TO VARYING DEGREES. he's not the devil for doing fan service and while you think he doesn't have a sense of boundaries with it HE DOES. ITS JUST NOT THE BOUNDARIES YOU WISH HE HAD. SAY THAT AND GO.

ALL IDOLS TREAT THEIR FANS AS THEIR GFS AND BFS. ITS THE MONEY BLUE PRINT. ITS THEIR MARKETING STRATEGY.

AND YES, SINCE PORTRAYING THEMSELVES AS A AVAILABLE AND DOTTING ON FANS IS HOW THEY KEEP THE LOYALTY OF THEIR FANS THEY WOULD OBVIOUSLY LIE ABOUT THEIR DATING LIFE. I WOULD TOO IF I WERE AN IDOL.

But that doesn't mean whenever they say they are single its a lie💀💀💀💀💀💀

They are not always in a relationship.

That doesn't also mean they are all afraid to admit the truth about their relationship status. It depends on their age, how long they've been an idol and the level of success they've attained. A new idol on the scene obviously would be committing career suicide while a veteran couldn't give a fuck.

So when you talk of young Kook starting out his career I'd understand. He was subject to the control of his company and had to deny his relationships because at that stage he'd be risking much. But this Jungkook don't care I promise you. HE DON'T CARE BOUT YALLS FEELINGS ESPECIALLY AS HIS FANS ARE GROWING WITH HIM AND ARE AT THE SAME AGE AS HIM.

Also, some idols JUST don't CARE and would readily admit it if the person they are with is the one AND THEY LOVE THEM. you seem to forget that part.

It makes no sense to claim a partner and risk your whole career for a fling or someone you don't like like that can you be for real for once in your life?

Wait- ever think about that?

Normal people do this too. What's the expression, don't let your boyfriend stop you from finding your husband or wife 🤭

We deny relationships all the time if we aren't serious about the people we are with. Or if we aren't sure where we stand with the person.

It doesn't make us evil and idols are just like us. Not every single person they messing around with is WORTH CLAIMING at all.

Which is what I've been saying for years, that if an idol is denying a relationship its usually because that relationship, fling or whatever isn't worth them claiming or risking their careers for.

If they are with someone they truly loved and revered denying them would be the last and the hardest thing they'll do and eventually theyll stop apologing for it, they grow out of their concerns for their careers, become mature and own up to it.

I keep telling my ladies, if a man keeps hiding you, if a man refuses to post you on his socials HE DOESN'T LIKE YOU LIKE THAT AND YOU'RE PROBABLY A SIDE PIECE TO HIS SIDE PIECE. DROP THE DUSTIE, LOVE YOURSELVES AND BREAK UP WITH HIM PRONTO.

Yall are mad these idols aren't claiming the imaginary girlfriends you want them to have.

Yall mad they aren't claiming the insignificant placeholders in their beds 🤣

Like leave them alone.

If the coochie is worth fighting for someone like Jungkook WILL NOT HESITATE TO PUT UP A FIGHT. IVE SEEN HIM RISK A LOT MORE FOR A MAN YALL CLAIM IS HIS FATHER- OR WAS IT MOTHER😵

SURELY HE SHOULD HAVE NO QUALMS FIGHTING FOR YALLS QUEENS IF HE'S WITH EM🤭

[lovebugs-and-snakecharmers]

LBSC Lukanette Month - September 2024

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Blue

Pink

Blackout

Locked In

Getaway/Vacation/Road Trip

Out of Town

Street/Craft Fair

Laundry Snuggles

New Pet

A: says something stupid B: laughing "Shut up. I love you."

Broken chair

Big Changes/Little Changes

City Walks

Streetlamp

Music

Shipwrecked

Memory loss

Bonfire

Thief

Headphone

Escape

Dorm

Myth

Planetarium

Change

Voice

Opposite

Improvise

Complications

Fancy Dress

Silly Costumes

Stars

Scales

Compass

Rhythm

Lightning/Spark

Mischief

Notebook

Melody

Secrets/Surprises

"Do you trust me?"

"I can't believe our first date ended in the emergency room."

"Why do I feel like you enjoy getting yourself into danger?"

"Are you okay?" "That was really attractive."

"You're a terrible liar." "I don't know what you mean." "You're smiling."

"I missed my chance once. I won't miss it again."

Rooftop

Free fall

Fate

Concert

Bridge

Piercing

"It‘s not what it looks like!"

"I already take care of 18 little guys so what‘s one more?"

"Is that my hoodie?"

Ink

Fortune

Famous

Panda

"Love is a choice, and I've made mine."

"Look, I know I don't deserve a second chance. But I'm hoping you'll let me have one anyway."

Unexpected

Stage fright

Nail polish

First tattoo/piercing

Secrets

Promises

Learning to drive/ride a bike

Airport

Luggage

Regret

The Rest of the Rules:

NSFW responses are permitted but characters must be 18 or older and the fic should be tagged accordingly. This is a Lukanette blog and a Lukanette event, so while Lukanette does not need to be the main ship, it needs to at least be included or referenced and considered endgame (in other words, they don’t have to be together by the end of your work, but the intent is that they’re headed in that direction, and if they're not, it's a tragedy, not The Best Thing For Everybody). The decision about what qualifies for reblog rests solely with the LBSC moderators. If a piece hasn’t been reblogged within a couple of days, either the mods felt the piece didn’t meet the criteria or it was simply missed; you are welcome to reach out in the asks to inquire which.

[theoneandonlysemla]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @thequeenofthewinter and @skyrim-forever

Tagging: @ladytanithia @ladytanithia @tiredela @dirty-bosmer and anyone else, I'm tired and can't really think.

So, I'm back from my vacation in Denmark with renewed loathing for my work ( @did3lphis knows what I'm talking about). I'm so awfully tired, could do nothing but sleep and can't find any motivation to write on my chapter or anything else. Also, vibes are off.

Totally unrelated: Does anyone have recommendations for music to write an assassination scene (like witnessing one) to?

Anyway, I did fabricate something in Denmark and have a longer part (because we need context) for you to read. Little info on that: Morotar has arrived at an Inn in Shore's Stone (that I totally made up) and is glad to get a bed after over a week of camping. The inkeeper is not that glad to have a Thalmor in his tavern. Anyway, great chance for Morotar to show that he is, in fact, an ass:

This taproom too was deserted, not a sign of guest or even the innkeeper. A bar stood on the gable end of the dwelling, so he crossed the room, spying into the darkness and strained his ears for any possible sounds. Nothing, only a child’s doll, lay in a corner. Reaching the counter, he peeked around the corner. Light filtered through the gap in an ajar door, a sign of life.

“Hello?” he spoke into the silence, hearing nothing in return.

His hands rested on the countertop, the fingers of his right drumming with impatience. Unconsciously, he lowered his eyebrows and wrinkled his mouth. He wanted nothing more than a warm bed and having to wait now was driving him mad. “Someone there?” His voice echoed in the emptiness of the taproom. A chair scratched over the floorboards; steps sounded. The light strip between door and frame disappeared for a brief moment, then the door swung open. A man stepped out, his hair thinning and his nose the form of a misshaped potato. As his view found his new customer, he stopped and eyed the Altmer before him, eyes narrowed in animosity. “We don’t serve vermin like you here,” he uttered hoarse, mucus stuck in his throat. Morotar closed his eyes and inhaled a deep breath. Was he going to have to have the same discussion in the east of Skyrim every time he wanted to rent a room? Long ago he had given up trying to reason with the tavern owners and explain his situation to them. Only clear words were of any use with those kinds of people. Instead of reacting to the man’s offence, he pulled up a barstool and sat down. From under his hood, he glanced at the man. It was difficult to put a finger on, but he may be Imperial of origin. Too short for a Nord, the tone of his skin a touch to much of an olive undertone. “I’d like an ale, if you don’t mind,” he said, his voice bordering on monotony but still housing a friendly undertone. “Piss of to Riften and see if the thieves will give you any,” the man spat, still standing in the frame of the door. “Careful,” he warned him, turning his head to stare directly in his eyes. “How’s the wife? The girl?” All colour left the man’s face and he became as pale as a ghost, staring aghast at the Altmer. It had been easy to make that guess; the doll was a clear indication. But that, the man did not know, and he now thought Morotar knew things about him. That the Thalmor knew about him and his family. “Good,” he breathed and finally got going. He rummaged under the bar, pulled out a bottle of ale and placed it in front of Morotar. As he did so, he kept his distance, his hand trembling. “My, thank you!” He flicked the cork out of the bottle and took a sip. Bitterness and the flavour of hops caressed his palate and he looked at the bottle with satisfaction.          “Anything to add?” he continued, piercing the Imperial with his glare.

[acourtofinkandpapyrus]

My Little Shadow: Part eleven (Azriel x reader)

Warnings: Creepy naked monster, attempted kidnapping, sort of daemati influcing thing?

Part ten Part twelve

Tag list: @mis-lil-red @bubybubsters @luvmoo @rorel1a @minakay

After disappearing into the forest you meet... Azriel? No, that's not right... What was I saying?

“I mean, I’m not complaining, but did you have to winnow me into the middle of the forest?  At the dead of night?”  I mumble, letting my shadows feel my displeasure.  Currently in their human-esk form, they cross their arms.

Fighting back tears, I mutter, “I know, I know.”

I let myself rest against a tree, not able to help the racking sobs and fat tears that rolled down my face.

Who had I been kidding?  How could someone so beautiful love someone so wretched as me.

“Hey little girl, don’t cry.”  I freeze, choking down any noise I was making.

Some rotten foul scent had appeared, and I hadn’t noticed, my nose was clogged up.  But now I did, but I couldn’t pinpoint where the voice was coming from.

“I can make you forget, if you’d like?”  The wheezy voice asked, high pitched and unpleasant.

Looking at the tree, I wondered if I could scale it quickly enough to escape whatever creature was speaking.

“I can take away your pain.  You’re in love, are you not?”  I freeze, even as my shadows tug at me, screaming at me to run away.

“What- who are you?”  I ask, my curiosity winning out over my fear.

“I am the Graile, I have been helping people since before the world turned, and I’ll be here long after it stops.”  The creature hissed as it came into view.

It was humanoid, but extremely thin and pale as the moon.  It’s eyes were like an owls, huge, all seeing and yellow.  Annnnnd it was completely naked.

Great.  I was stuck in the forest with an extremely strange and naked creature after watching the person I thought I loved with his hand up another female’s skirt.

This was definitely not my night.

“Can you put on some clothes?”  I ask, trying very hard not to look down.  I really didn’t need to see that.

The creature laughed, and I felt a little uneasy.  “Does my form bother you?  Here, let me fix that-”

I gape as it changes to Azriel before my eyes, now with pants, but still topless.  “Does this form more suit your liking?”

My throat closes up as Az- this thing, came closer to me, his eyes piercing my soul.  “I’m sorry for hurting you sweetheart.”  I tried not to shiver as his hand reached out, cupping my face.

Whatever inside me that was screaming that this was wrong died down.  How could it be wrong?  I loved Azriel, and he loved me, he wasn’t choosing Elain, he was choosing me.

As he hugged me, I melted into his embrace, suddenly feeling sleepy as he lifted me up to carry me.

“Don’t worry, I won't let anyone hurt you ever again.”  He said, and I nestled into his arms, drifting off to sleep until the sound of metal being unsheathed brought me back to my senses.

“Let her go.”  A familiar voice growled, but I couldn’t place it.  When I went to crane my neck around to look, Azriel held me closer, stopping me.

“I don’t think she wants to go anywhere, do you pet?”  Azriel asked me, and in response I shook my head, nestling in further.

At this point, I didn’t even care who the other person was, I knew that Azriel would take care of them.

“Hold on.”  He whispered into my ear before turning and sprinting through the forest, holding me close as he ran.

It was like that for a few minutes, and that little voice that told me that something was wrong piped up again.

“Why is he running?  When did you get here in his arms?  Why isn’t he using his shadows???”

These questions hit me like a bucket of cold water, waking me up.  I didn’t remember Azriel picking me up, why is that?

I sneak a glance behind us and-

Azriel was chasing us, his shadows propelling him forward as he shouted my name.

This is when the memory hits me.

This is not Azriel, I didn’t know what the thing is.

It hadn’t noticed my change, and so when I shifted, and it looked down, it completely wasn’t expecting the punch I threw.

We tumbled to the ground, and I scrambled away.

The thing reached out a hand to grab me, but Azriel was on top of it in moments.

The two fought, but that thing hadn’t been trained as an Illyrian Warrior, and Az had.

Az pulled out his dagger, ready to end this, but he paused as the thing shifted again.  It looked like me.  It wore the same beautiful black dress, her eyes full of love and adoration.

It made me feel sick.

It started to whisper something so low I could hear, and I saw Az hesitate.

I looked around, and saw that one of Azriel’s knives had been tossed away in the fight.  I grabbed it quickly, seeing Azriel’s stone face start to shift, I didn’t hesitate to shove him off and stab the creature in the heart.

It shrieked, the sound horrible and deafening as it shifted back into it’s original form.

I stumbled back, falling to a sitting position.  Azriel and I just sat there, wide eyed at this bizarre creature that was now, hopefully, dead.

We looked at eachother, both of us waiting for the other to speak.

“So- what did it say?”  I finally ask, realizing that he wasn’t going to be the first to speak.

“What did what say?”  He said, not really looking at me.

I snarled, and he looked up at me.  “Do not, bullshit me right now.”  I said, and my shadows, which had been resting near him, slipped over to me.

“First, I was told you- that you felt the same way I did, and was dragged around town to get all fancy.  Then, I find you with your hand halfway up Elain’s dress.  Then, as if my night wasn’t already shit, I was kidnapped by a clone of you.  So tell me what the fuck it said to you as me.”

He looked away, keeping silent.

I forced myself to my feet, storming off the best I could.

“Y/N!”  He called out, and I heard the sound of him getting up.  I didn’t look back as I continued forward.

Maybe I had no right to feel like this, maybe I should have just let him take me back home without a fight, but right now I didn’t care.

No one had ever had a hold on me like this male had, but he didn’t feel the same way, and now he was going to be an asshole.

So no, I didn’t turn back as he made a sound of pain, or when he shouted my name again.

I did stop when I realized the footsteps had stopped.

I turned, and had to laugh as I saw Azriel, a ball of wings, legs and arms hanging in a net.  Since the creature had removed move of his weapons, and the rest he had unsheathed a minute ago in an attempt to kill that thing Graile.

He shot me a glare as I almost doubled over in laughter.

“Can you please get me out of this?”  He snapped, and I looked up at him with a grin.  “Well, I don’t know.  Can I?”  I taunt, settling down on a stump.

He groaned as he realized I was going to leave him up there until I got exactly what I wanted.

“Y/N- Please,”  He started, and I held up a finger.  “Answer my question, then you can talk.”

“What que-”  He started, and I cut him off sharply, “The same question as before.  What did the Graile say to you as me?”

He paused, and I shifted into a more comfortable position, closing my eyes.  “We have all, night spymaster.”

“She said- she said she forgave me.”  He said, and I open one eye, watching him spin slowly in the net as he continued to struggle to escape.  I wondered why he didn’t just use his shadows.

I look down, and I realize his shadows have pooled around my feet, and I grin.  “It looks like I’m not the only one that thinks you need to open up.”

He scowls as I stand, walking over to the net so he could almost reach me.  “What was I forgiving you for?”

He scowled, responding with something other than an answer.  “What did other me say to you that made you crawl into his arms?”

My skin prickles at his words.  Was he jealous?  That was… extremely stupid.

I rolled my eyes.  “Oh yeah, I totally had my wits about me when I ‘crawled’ into the creepy clone’s arms.”  I poke him and he lets out a grunt.

“That’s not an answer.”  He said, and I squinted angrily at him.  “You forget who’s the one in the net.”

His hazel eyes met mine, as hard and piercing as ever.  “You answer my questions, I answer yours.”

We stared at each other, neither of us letting up.

His grin was a white slash in the darkness.  “As you said, we have all night.”

[heliads]

hallo! id like to request 💌 with newt from tmr or ron weasly from harry potter!

im a pretty nerdy persn i like to collect glass shards and i like to draw as well ! :D

people say im either cold or shy at first before i open up and start yapping about all my favorite interests like saw and other spooky things !

appearance idk if you need that but i have blue eyes, snake bite piercings and short brown hair with blonde highlights

anyways feel free to skip me if thsi is not for you !

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Y/N is by the water again.

Ron Weasley should not be noticing this. He shouldn’t be noticing anything, actually. He is supposed to be completing a Transfiguration essay due the next morning; even Hermione has sworn not to help him if he doesn’t get half of it finished by sundown at least, and Ron knows that he really does need to try this time, but he can’t. He can’t focus on the writing haphazardly scrawled across his parchment, because instead of thinking about the best way to turn a rock into a rabbit, he’s thinking about the student walking out by the lake, wind whipping at their robes as they slowly stroll down the shore.

Y/N L/N.

It makes perfect sense, then, that he couldn’t focus. He never can, really, not when they’re around. Ron can’t explain it. It’s just that every time he’s around Y/N, his brain starts short-circuiting. He loses his train of thought, he misplaces his bookbag, he drops things. Harry has started teasing him mercilessly about it, but Ron couldn’t do a thing about it if he tried.

So, he won’t try. Not at all. Ron abandons the essay without a backwards glance, pulling his robes tighter about him to ward off the chill as he heads out to the lake. Y/N glances up when he draws near, smiling slightly.

“Hey, Ron,” they say.

Ron ducks his head in greeting. “What’re you doing?” He asks.

He comes off a bit too brash, but Y/N has never seemed to have a problem with that. At first, Ron thought they were cold, never wanting to talk to anyone in the Great Hall, but as it turned out, that couldn’t be farther from the truth. Y/N is careful in who they trust, but once Ron managed to get them to open up, they’ve been close friends. He can’t help but wish, however, that they could be closer still.

“I’m looking for glass,” Y/N tells him. “Look, the water smoothes the edges.”

They stoop and pick up a piece, then show it to him, holding it up so the faint sunlight ripples through the whorls in the glass. This shard is the precise blue of their eyes, and when Y/N passes it to him, Ron can’t help the feeling that he’s cradling a piece of them in his hand. As long as he keeps the glass close, he has them all to himself. Maybe for forever.

“Show me more,” he says hurriedly, matching their pace when they start walking again. 

Y/N smiles and starts talking about what they’ve found so far. Ron’s hand drifts to his pocket, where he carefully holds the smooth glass tight. This, at last, is something he will never let go.

harry potter tag list: @blondsauduun, @cameronsails, @neewtmas, @lovesanimals0000, @with-inked-solace, @sher-lokid7, @eclliipsed, @frenchgirlinlondon, @23victoria, @ilovexavierthrope, @faerieroyal

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[ruiniel]

👀 idk if this is too generic—may I request a smutty short fic of fem!reader x alucard, but set post-canon? Like in the little community village? (feel free to throw in anything extra/else!)

Hi anon, but what if they were *on the way* to the village, anon?

Above us, the sky

Fandom: Castlevania series (2017-2021)

Pairing: Alucard x F!Reader

Count: 2.7k

Rating: Explicit (🔞)

Tags/CW: oneshot, post-castlevania, inspired by castlevania, banter, attraction, oral sex (m receiving), oral sex (f receiving), desire, teasing, shenanigans in nature, fluff, drinks by the fire, Alucard POV

All characters depicted are 18+

A wry smile splits his face as Adrian waits beside his horse, watching you dismount you own steed. The lessons, through most of which he’d acted as a dutiful tutor, have finally taken hold. And now you must do this yourself, no matter his urge to ease your struggle.

"Right, watch and giggle," you grumble, succeeding with a graceless huff, "I'll get you for it later, worry not," you mutter with a grudging smile. You then walk past your partner, your belongings slung over one shoulder.

Afternoon sunlight spears through the branches of trees; his eye is pierced by a stray, lonesome ray as Adrian follow you with his gaze. No doubt if anyone were to see his face, they would report the traits of the besotted fool Trevor told him he’d become. He contemplates having to properly humiliate the hunter next time they spar to regain some standing and curb that enthusiasm for jibes, though… well. He’s not wrong, is he?

"Adrian, are you coming?" you ask, looking over your shoulder at him.

He steps forward with a grin, awaiting the scoff he knows will follow; and so it does, though he’s seen your brimming smile. The shiver running through him when you act this way makes itself known; he smothers it down. He can’t, shouldn’t want you here, on the road, despite being nearer to the village now; but the sway of your hips draws him with the magnetism of planets, and the image of your parted lips as he takes you refuses to disperse from his mind.

And, even as together you set up your small camp to rest, Adrian catches you stealing a glance or two when you think he’s not looking; you need him, and the notion fills him with delight, one he never thought he deserved to feel. But that was before. That was past. 

Your face hides nothing. You watch him as Adrian once looked upon you, dancing with the winds above the walls of the castle, not a care in the world. 

The memories fade as your words reach him. "Traveling through time and space again, my prince of the Night?" you tease.

Oh, but how he would tease you, his lively one, until you rose above the stars and your mind emptied of all that you knew. Adrian glances your way with a brief, faint smile as he works to start a small fire.

You’d settled in a hidden glade close to the road, and late you share an evening fare accompanied by fragrant, dark wine he’d packed.

Your mouth forms a tasty little circle after you take a first sip, gazing at him wide-eyed. "Can never, ever, underestimate the wine you have here. Goodness this is exquisite!" you down the rest of it, liberally.

"You may regret this indulgence on the morrow," Adrian says, arms crossed, throwing you a knowing grin.

You shrug. "That's for tomorrow's me to worry about. Now please," you raise the empty cup for a refill.

Shaking his head, Adrian complies. "But then, I have held your hair before, and in worse circumstances," he deadpans, placing the travel flask aside as you both recline around the brimming fire.

You gently slap his shoulder, and watching you, his thought turns to the first time you’d met, then the first time you’d abused drink so much, it led to such a sorry state Adrian could not possibly just stand by and watch.

"Your boots are safe this time, I promise," you chime, giggling at a sudden hiccup. 

It is late as you unpack for a night's rest under summer skies on your return route to Belmont village. His face raised to the cold stars, Adrian hears the slow shift of galaxies and endless circles from afar, through this world and beyond, struggling in their lonesome seats upon the firmament.

He nearly drifts away, the flames warming his face, his body softening against the hard earth beneath your cloaks. He holds you tighter, eyes locked on the stars. Silver light mellows his thought, his nerves, infuses his being. There is peace.

There is fear. It bolts through him like the cracking of a whip.

Adrian starts to feel you struggling against him, your words hissed and unintelligible, limbs contorting in strange positions.

"... it is I," he calls your name, fingers sifting through your hair. When you fail to awaken and still thrash about, he calls again with all the care and worry he feels through your bond; gradually, you mellow against him. 

Your breathing is quick and shallow as you turn your head, awake, watching him with tired eyes. "I... I'm sorry, it was…" you trail away, lowering your lashes and turning back against him, coiled deeper into yourself. "Like before."

Nightmares still plague you. You say they are nothing but your days following such nightly frights are always strange, and Adrian knows you’d not forgotten your ordeal through the siege. You dream of fleeing through his home where all its halls are burning and then the fire takes you and shadows take him. More or less the same visions, with varying outcomes. You hear his voice in your sleep, warning of no escape. Adrian tried comfort, but the aftermath of trauma is immense and its tendrils run deep, as well he knows. Would that he didn’t. And so, he holds you close, rocking with you back and forth to calm your battering heart.

You turn after a few moments, placing a cold palm to his cheek. "I'm so happy you're here," you smile, and in your eyes he sees the signs that sleep will elude for tonight. At first, you could not sleep at all, and now the dreams do not cease. 

Adrian meets your smile and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, sweeping its shell with his thumb.

"Adrian—" you gasp and meet his eyes, hands fisting together at his chest. 

"I got ahead of myself," he says, aiming for an apology though all that comes through, is yearning. He longs to touch you, but now is not the time to indulge. 

"Do it again," come the soft, reserved words.

He meets your eyes, confused. "Rest," Adrian urges, draping an arm around your waist and kissing the tip of your nose.

You smile, so shyly it levels him, and turn your face inward presenting him with the full sight of your ear.

"Which part of rest did you not comprehend?" Adrian tries reason, though inside he already burns to glide his tongue over that lovely appendage merely to hear your sigh, and continue over the rest of you. These primal states of mind and body in your presence can overwhelm; the need to own you is great, to control your gasps and sighs, to have you merge into him forever and a day.

"Please," you smile, reaching around his neck, following the quiver of his lips while your fingers curl into his hair pulling with just enough pressure as to diminish his resolve. "It'll help me rest," you whisper, and that fiendish smile widens at his strangled sigh.

"Have a care what you pray for, it might be given you," Adrian teases the old saying a little too darkly, a hand drawing soothing motions over your back. But relentless you are, coming flush against his body, and he once again drifts on the scent of your skin and the sweetness of your blood. 

He's lightheaded with your touch upon his cheek, following your changing expression. His finger again slowly grazes along your ear. You clutch his arm when he tilts your chin up, slowly, softly tracing the outline of your lips with his tongue. 

Your breath catches; then, again slower, and you grip him tighter, opening for him, your eager mouth ghosting his and Adrian nibbles on your lip, enjoying the hot, silky texture, the taste, the pressure. 

He whispers your name again, this time not in worry but in need; you turn until you’re trapped beneath him. Desire has pooled in your eyes and at least you’re smiling now, but Adrian wants to ask if this is truly what you need.

You curb his question, fingers again seeking and caught in his hair, nose pressed to his neck. "You smell so good… " Your wet lips glide over his skin, "you taste so good..." you murmur and Adrian grins through his blush, recalling a few very pleasurable past moments when you’d said the same.

His arms wrap around you and he rises, drawing you into his lap, watching as you take your time with the fastenings of his shirt. Adrian mirrors your movements, smiling, his fingers sure and steady. You press down on his hips as he lifts your arms to remove your tunic.

"You too," you gush a reproach, and he hastily complies. 

You gape at him. "I will never get over this," comes that husky tone he knows too well, "… how perfect you are," your fingers trail down his bare chest.

"We have enough time," Adrian deadpans. Perfect. Once, when he'd been a wreck, such words would have awakened ire and contempt. Now, he knows they come from the heart, and with you he's learned. He's learned to trust again. He attempts to guide you onto the forest bed—but you resist.

"No," you raise your chin, defiant, "you tonight." Your palms push against him, leading him down on his back and he lies there, defeated amid fallen leaves and grass, eyes narrowing at the devious curve of your lips.

You straddle him, still wearing your leggings, and he pulls at their lacings even as you swat his hand away with an impatient click of the tongue; you lean forward, placing your palms on either side of his head. "I want to taste."

Those words, your face, and the despicable way you bite down on your lip undo him and you feel it—feel him hardening against you and so enjoy it, rolling your hips back and forth, grinding until he must steady you.

"Slower," Adrian orders, perhaps too harshly, but you’d weakened him—again—and he clings to this last shred of control.

You say nothing, the smile gone, replaced by something else as you lean back and aid in removing his boots, watching him as one starved. Adrian feels the softness of you against his knees before your searching touch reaches for his bare abdomen, feeling every rippling indentation; you lean down and place a lingering, open-mouthed kiss to his hipbone, slowly rolling down his trousers. You then look him in the eye, grinning like a devil.

Adrian rises, propped his elbows, to at least give the impression of equal ground. Of course, that is a fool's game; there is no such thing, not with you. Even when he possesses you wildly, smothering your moans and cries, he’s still yours to do with as you please. 

You release him from the constraint of his garment as Adrian tilts his head back briefly, biting on his lip so hard he pierces the skin, and soon your touch is all he knows. You enjoy these moments of panting submission and your nimble hand feels him slowly, applying sweet pressure at every point; you bring a finger to your lips and lick it as Adrian watches, before tenderly sweeping it over the head of his arousal, your other hand resuming its maddening strokes.

This torment kindles a rising, turbulent need and his hips thrust upward, craving the complete warmth of you. "This is... good but... I must... ah..." he gasps as you breathe warmth on the head, "I must have you... now," he struggles amid your games, moaning when you apply more tender pressure.

"Not yet," you murmur in kind, and a strained sigh escapes him; for the briefest of moments, Adrian closes his eyes—the greatest mistake, for now, the shivers of the universe spear him as your pink tongue slowly licks his hardened cock. The sight is always both harrowing and enticing in the worst of ways, leading him down a worrying spiral of darkened things he’d do to you.

"I said I would get you later…" you whisper evilly before one long, drawn-out suckle that hurls him into the endless depths of mindless bliss.

Adrian falls back down, head hitting the cold ground. In a haze, he hears your voice.

"Tell me how you want this..." your soft lips envelop him again and he turns his head to the side to watch, drowning in abject desire, subdued by this power though you ask him what to do. "Faster," he chokes, and you give him that, taking him deeper with maddening ease; he stifles a moan as his cock slips down your throat.

With eyes are half-closed, he can hardly breathe for the sensations raging through him, one hand reaching for a fistful of your hair as he forces you to stop and tilts his hips upward, holding you in place to feel you inside: the hot softness of your tongue, your lips, your throat. But this was enough and he forces you up by the hair, hand drifting to the nape of your neck.

Adrian rises, seeking your mouth, tasting you deeply even as you try to pull away. "No, not yet !" you giggle, pushing against him.

"Oh yes—" despite your struggle, he makes fast work of your clothing, leaving you bare with practiced urgency. Adrian orders your shoulders down until you’re the one lying flat on your back, writhing and grinning only to give him grief as he pins you to the ground with little mercy, and for a mere moment he regrets using his strength on you. "Open to me," he mock-orders, frowning when you playfully shake your head.

So this is how it’ll be tonight. Fine, he’ll play. He applies mild pressure yet again despite your squirming, and easily his fingers roam down your skin, between your hot thighs, palm placed flat on the small tuft between your legs. 

You still, mischief on your face, tensing against him when Adrian captures your mouth, bites gently on your lips; a sigh escapes him when he feels the slippery wetness and his touch becomes shallow, languid, circling your slit. He slips one finger inside. "So... tight..." his kiss turns crushing as he strokes and feels more, drifting on your soft mewling, varying depth and rhythm, drunk on the flare of desire and need infusing the bond you share.

Your thighs tense around his hand. "Now you have to… please…"

Adrian laughs, low, deep in his throat at your plea. "Not yet," he echoes your earlier words, beaming at your frustrated sigh.

"You have… the worst possible timing for revenge," you pant, hips gyrating, desperate for more.

"Do I, really?"

Your own hand frantically reaches and strokes his now slick cock with desperate urgency. "Adrian, please!" 

"How sweetly you beg," he whispers, suckling on your tongue, craving to bury himself into you so much, but you started this.

And you won’t have your way, yet. In a movement faster than you can object he rises, drawing you to him, and his head dips between your thighs.

You writhe and he grips you by the hips, fingers sinking into tender flesh, keeping you down. "Softly..." he nuzzles you, lips pressed to your skin, his tongue lapping at you, delving deep to taste; he sucks on your clit until you mellow, sighing and moaning; but every nip and flick of his tongue has you shuddering and soon you cry out his name again, broken by desire. 

Your hand seizes and grips his hair, body straining, needing him to take all of you, and it is hard to cease even when you twist and squirm, and he feels you peaking, trembling against him. Smiling, he lazily plays with you a little longer.

"Come to me," you ask, hands playing in his loose strands. 

Adrian breathes through his nose at the sight of your needy face and parted lips, the painful way your fingers dig into his shoulders; his kiss follows a slow trail upward, along your body, easily sinking down onto you. Looking upon your face, he sees your lips swollen and glistening from the bites you’d subjected them to.

"My golden warrior... is not too shabby with his tongue," you say, a telling gleam in your eyes, your legs wrapping around him.

The night is still young and Adrian holds you to him, silently melting at the entreaty of your body. 

"Now..." you beg through another kiss, trembling against him, your face limned gold and red by the fire.

Smiling, he cannot but obey.

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[ann1-wr1tes]

Vincent Smith NSFW Alphabet

Dynamics: Vincent Smith x Fem!Reader

Tags: @cyberp-1-nk

Synopsis: Spicy Alphabet

Warnings: Oc stuff, Adult themes, obviously smut, tread with caution.

A/N: Since i'm doing spicy alphabets I decided to do some for my bbgs (aka my ocs). Honestly don't really expect anyone to be interested in my oc stuff lol, so this is pretty self indulegent-

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

-Very caring, very attentive. Vince won't even let you worry about him until he's done worrying over you. This man always likes to take a moment to hold you, kiss all over your body and whisper hushed praises and compliments. Then he'll pick you up and run you a nice warm bath with salts and those really good smelling candles. If you're extra lucky he may take the time to get in with you or he might do that one thing where he reads to you while you just chill in the bath.....inspo from this

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

-His favorite part on his partner's body would be the eyes. He just adores watching his partner's eyes light up with excitement or cloud with lust, there's just something so deep and intimate about it. Oh and he also loves boobs.

-On himself he likes his chest the best, his pecs in particular. He knows he's got some muscle there. Not to mention he's got nipple piercings. Just saying. He also likes his voice. Is husky and deep and has that thick southern drawl to it...

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

-When Vince cums its thick, warm, and a lot. To say the least. He really prefers cumming inside his partner. It just feels a lot better than pulling out and he secretly wishes he had a family....ofc if you don't want kids he understands

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

-Vince really wants someone to just cover up all his scars with hickies and marks. His scars that cover his entire torso have always been a huge insecurity of his but if someone were to leave scratches down his back, kiss marks and hickies on his chest and stomach, enough to cover up all the marks from his past, he might feel better about them.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

-Pretty experienced. He had his fair share of hook-ups in college and definitely knows what he's doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

-One of his favorite positions is face-off. He loves how close it, having his partner in his lap while he gets to slowly fuck them. Or of course he always enjoys cuddle fucking. Early in the morning or super late at night when he's too tired to do much but he's still pent up enough to have sex.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

-He can be a little humorous. He might poke a little fun at you here and there but when it comes down to it he's pretty serious. He's so set on making his partner and himself feel as good as possible.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

-Incredibly clean. He takes pride in being well groomed and he just prefers to stay clean shaven down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

-He can be very intimate. He doesn't just sleep with anyone and due to his insecurities with his scars, he is not one to go around and just fuck anybody. So when he does sleep with someone it's very intimate. We're talking intertwined hands, deep and passionate kisses and love filled gazes.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

-I honestly don't think Vince has that much time to really rub one out due to his work and how busy he is, but he does so every once in a while. When he does it's less out of pleasure and more so out of the need to just get that stress relief.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

-Definitely has a slight breeding kink and is really into praise (giving and receiving). Also you could always just play with his chest. (mess with his piercings and see what happens)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

-Won't ever do anything in public. He is not one for taking any risks and certainly does not want anyone seeing him or his partner in the act. So he'll always be happy in his bed or in his cabin where it's just him and his partner.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

-Kiss his neck, maybe suck on his piercings a little bit, run your fingers through his hair. But also call him a "pretty boy" that will really get him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

-He refuses to do anything that could harm his partner. No choking, no usage of guns or knives, he's even a little apprehensive when it comes to spanking/hitting. He just doesn't want to cause his partner any physical harm.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

-Absolutely prefers to give. He could spend hours between his partner's thighs, licking and sucking. It's one of his favorite things to do and he is one of those guys that would beg you to sit on his face.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

-Usually his pace is slow and sensual. He wants you to feel every part of him, feel every touch and every graze of his lips. He really likes to take his time.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

-Not huge into quickies. He'd rather have all the time in the world with you than rush it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

-Nope. Not a huge risk taker either. He prefers to be safe and comfortable.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

-Vince is more on the tired side usually but I think he could last a few rounds. Then maybe some after he rests for a little while.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He himself doesn't own toys but if he partner owned any or wanted to use any on him he'd be open. He'd probably be most willing to try a vibrating cock ring or something along those lines...

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

-Not really a big tease. Unless of course you are a brat, then he'll be more than happy to put you in your place.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

-He's honestly too tired to care about how loud he is so he's pretty vocal. It usually starts out with slurred words and mumbled praises then turns into raspy moans and pants. He gets louder the closer he is to cumming.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

-If you take the time to trace and kiss his scars, he'd do the same. He wouldn't ask about what happened unless you want to tell but he'll lay there, tracing and kissing over all your marks and scars lovingly.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

-More longer than it is thick and has a few prominent veins running on the underside of his shaft. When he's aroused his tip turns a pretty pink.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

-Honestly, pretty high. He tries to ignore it but there's a reason he wakes up in the middle of the night hard as a rock.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

-He will always make sure to stay awake long enough to make sure his partner is asleep. Might be him being paranoid but he just wants to make sure everything stays safe and that his partner is comfortable before he succumbs to sleep.

[landinrris]

It's Jess here to request a little something from the grad school fic you listed in your wip title game post 👀👀

As someone who is thinking about going back for my PhD I could use a little motivation!!

Also thanks for tagging me XD I gotta get on that

The way there isn't much plot for this one right now, just vibes as I was getting my own work done one day and being like "oh, this is such a specific mood right now." The beautiful thing about grad school and a subsequent au is that there is not really a "traditional age" like university, so everyone involved would be their relative real-life age. Here, I'm thinking Lando's a second-year and Carlos is a fourth year. Their place-holder programs are different concentrations within psych because that's what I currently do, but we'll see. Truthfully, I am not sure how motivating it will be, but don't take life advice from these two 😅. Here's a rather longish and rough draft snippet of Lando and Carlos meeting each other because Lando sucks at stats as a treat Interested in learning about some wips?

When Lando gets an error message for the third time in a row on his code, he pushes back from his desk and goes to take a walk. Maybe a few minutes of wandering around the building to clear his head will help.

He finishes locking the door when he looks over to see the door of the lab next to him open where it wasn’t earlier.

The lab belongs to one of the other faculty members in the department, though most of their students are above Lando and in the middle of data collection for bigger projects. The door being open is a rarity in some regards, and Lando is desperate enough, so he tries his luck.

From what Lando can see through the half-open door, there’s a guy sitting at the large table looking down at his laptop keyboard. All Lando can see is his nose and a large bottom lip. Lando thinks he’s seen the guy around even if he doesn’t know his name. He’s beyond intimidating in a way too-attractive people often are, but Lando’s desperate, so he knocks on the open door.

The guy’s head shoots up, eyes wide in surprise. He’s probably in the middle of office hours and not expecting anyone to need him. His gaze is as piercing as Lando thinks he remembers it being.

“Can I help you?” the guy asks. And while Lando’s seen him, he doesn’t think he’s ever heard him speak. The sound of his voice is a deep timbre that curls around the English words. Does this guy teach a class, and if so, would Lando be allowed to audit it just to hear him speak for longer than four words?

“Sorry,” Lando stutters, kickstarting his brain. ”I’m Lando. I’m from the lab right next door. I’m trying to run some analyses, but I can’t get my code to run properly. My advisor’s not in either today, or I'd ask him. You don’t happen to have any experience with SAS, do you?” Damn Andrea and his attachment to a program only a few people in the department use.

“I do, actually. I can take a look if you bring your computer over here. I would come to you, but technically one of my students could show up. Not that they will, you know?” Lando does know, even if he’s only a teaching assistant.

Lando wouldn't care even if he had to drag his entire desktop into the lab. All that matters is that maybe a second pair of eyes will finally be able to help. “Mint.”

He practically bolts back to his desk and grabs his laptop, desperate to get what he needs to done before going home for the day.

When he gets back, his savior is scrolling through his phone. This lab is a bit smaller than Lando’s own. The main table he’s sitting at has five chairs around it, and there are a further two desks off to the side with desktop computers. There’s an imitation of a stout bald man on the chalkboard along the back wall who looks oddly familiar.

The guy smiles at him as he gets closer. Lando pulls out a chair next to him and sinks down. “What’s your name? Sorry, I don’t think I actually know.”

“Carlos. I’m a fourth-year I/O. We’re a little bit off to the side from everyone else sometimes.”

A name to a face. Carlos. Lando tries to be neutral about the information and not think about looking him up on the department’s website later.

“Ah yeah, I barely know people outside my area, so not your fault. Thanks again for agreeing to take a look. I’d have asked Andrea if he was here today.”

Carlos brushes his words away and leans back in his chair to angle his head toward Lando’s computer. “It’s no problem. I could use the break from this lit review. May I?”

Lando pushes his laptop in Carlos’ direction. Watching him work isn’t unlike watching Andrea— careful, methodical, eyes scanning the rows of code. He highlights a bit to run, and then resumes his scanning. Lando should be watching the screen to see what Carlos is doing, but instead, he can’t help but watch Carlos’ face. He does this thing with his jaw that doesn’t look entirely comfortable, but what does Lando know?

Evidently not how to be subtle because Carlos looks at him and very obviously catches him staring. “Do you want the good news or the bad news first?” His voice scratches lowly across the words.

“Uh… good news preferably?”

Carlos breathes out a semblance of an amused huff through his nose. “I found the error I think to make it run.”

“Wait, really? Oh thank God. What’s the bad news? Please don’t tell me my data sucks or something mate, because I will lose it.”

This time Carlos actually does smile. “The bad news is that you will want to bang your head against the table because it is annoyingly simple. You copy and pasted this code?”

“Yeah, but I’ve checked back over it like three times. Don’t tell me it’s a fucking comma or something.”

“Worse, it’s a semi-colon. You have put one at the end of each statement, but this one here in the middle,” Carlos points to the regression lines, “Doesn’t need one because it goes to the next line.”

Lando groans because that is embarrassingly simple. Thank God Andrea isn’t here, actually. “Fucking Christ, of course it’s a fucking semi-colon. Ugh, thank you. Do you mind if I sit here while I fix it in case something else happens?”

Carlos shakes his head with ease. “Please, stay for as long as you like or until 4:00 because that’s when I’m leaving.”

“Fair enough.”

Lando contemplates moving to a different spot to do his work so he isn’t so on top of Carlos. But Carlos doesn’t make any indication that he minds— redirecting his attention to his own computer.

[broodybuck]

Slow Dancing in a Burning Room | Series Part 3

Series Summary: At a strip club, Steve figures out one of the dancers is homeless. He offers him the guest room in his home along with anything else he wants. He offers to take care of Bucky. Even though Bucky can't understand why.

Series Tags: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, sugar daddy Steve Rogers, stripper Bucky Barnes, age difference, no powers AU, daddy kink, dom Steve Rogers, sub Bucky Barnes

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[PART 1] [PART 2]

Bucky hasn't enjoyed waking up in someone's arms in forever. He used to feel suffocated by the men who would hold him at night. Somehow, Steve's arms feel a lot nicer.

He feels Steve untangle himself and press a soft kiss into his hair. It must be early, there's barely any light in the room. Steve removes himself from the bed. When the bathroom door closes, Bucky checks the time and sees it's almost six in the morning. He falls back asleep after that.

He ventures downstairs a few hours later and finds Steve sipping coffee on the couch while reading the newspaper. Bucky walks over and sits next to him.

He doesn't fit himself into Steve's arms, he's not sure if he's just allowed to now. So he pretends to be busy on his phone but he's aimlessly scrolling just waiting for some attention.

Steve lowers the newspaper, puts his mug down on the coffee table, and folds the paper in half twice. Bucky places his phone on the coffee table as well then meets Steve's eyes.

"Good morning," Steve smiles.

Before Bucky can even return a word, a buzz sounds. Bucky's phone lights up from the coffee table with the caller, "Strip Club".

Shit.

They watch the call continue to buzz in a tense beat of silence.

"I thought you quit?" Steve's staring at the phone too.

Bucky's stomach drops.

The club has been calling every day now wondering if he's well enough to come back in. They're low on dancers, they're always low. Bucky's been avoiding their calls, avoiding the inevitable.

"You didn't quit, did you?" Steve accuses.

Bucky's face goes hot.

"I was getting to it but..."

"Quit today or you won't be allowed to stay here," Steve demands, crossing his arms. "It's what we agreed."

"Okay," Bucky agrees quietly.

"I want to hear the call."

"What?"

"I can't have you lying to me, Bucky. Call them in front of me or move out."

"Okay, okay. I'll call right now."

Bucky picks up his phone and calls the club back. His face burns with Steve's gaze piercing into the side of his face.

Bucky stammers through the call, telling his former boss he found something else, he's quitting. his boss tries to reason with him, offer him a little more money, some better stage times, but Bucky refuses.

He hangs up the phone and keeps his eyes trained down. Steve's still staring at him.

"I wish you wouldn't have lied to me."

"Technically, you never asked," Bucky murmurs. He peaks over. Steve's glare only hardens. "Sorry."

Steve sighs and looks forward.

"Please don't kick me out yet, I can make it up to you."

"No," Steve puts a hand up. "You don't owe me anything, Bucky. Do you get that? This arrangement isn't meant to put you in debt to me."

"I know, right... sorry."

"You just need to promise me you won't lie — or omit anything else. If you're not happy here or not comfortable with something, you have to tell me or this doesn't work."

"I will, I promise."

Steve takes a long breath in and then nods.

Bucky lets out his first breath of relief.

"Alright. If we're moving forward then there's something I'd like to discuss."

"Okay," Bucky says worriedly.

"Now that we've agreed to a sexual relationship, I would prefer you not see anyone else."

"Like to fuck?" Bucky asks. Steve's eyes narrow at his language. "Sorry."

"Yes, I'd prefer it if no one else touches you but me."

The possessiveness makes Bucky want to shudder. He nods a bit dumbly.

"Good. And I won't be seeing anyone else either," Steve assures him.

"Cool," Bucky says a second before it hits him, "so, does that mean we can fu—have sex now?"

Steve's expression remains calm as the tiniest smile stretches on his face.

"Yes, we can."

Bucky stands but halts confused when Steve doesn't make a move.

"Go to the master bedroom, undress, and wait for me on the bed."

Bucky nods and half stumbles out of the living room.

Bucky's lying on Steve's bed, naked, waiting for Steve. When he hears the door open, his skin shivers in excitement.

Steve does the same routine of taking his sweet time with each step to the bed. This man has all the patience in the world, Bucky's decided, and he hates that.

Steve's weight makes the bed dip, he leans over Bucky and softly brushes his hair out of his face. Bucky's eyes flutter shut a moment.

"I like you like this."

"Naked?" Bucky huffs.

"Compliant," Steve corrects.

It makes Bucky swallow a hard lump in his throat.

"Well, I—"

"You don't need to talk back," Steve cuts him off. It makes Bucky blush hard for some reason. His cock twitches too.

Steve notices the movement and peers down his body.

"Eager, are we?" Steve comments.

"Uh-huh."

"I think we're forgetting something," Steve caresses his face with a fond smile. Bucky has no clue what he's forgetting. "It's okay, I'll forgive it this time but in the future, I'd like you to address me properly."

"Oh... um, right. Sorry... daddy," Bucky murmurs, feeling embarrassed the first time he says it.

It's a weird thing to be shy about because Bucky's had men make the request before. He's actually uttered "daddy" in bed more times than he can remember. But for some reason, this feels different with Steve. It feels real and like it matters. He wants Steve to take charge, to take care of him — he can't explain it, but Steve is his daddy. Not like those other men who tried to claim it.

"Good boy."

Steve's deep tone pulls Bucky back from his thoughts and he keens from the praise again.

"Do you want me to touch you now?"

"Obviou—" Bucky stops the snarky remark coming out of his mouth. "Yes, daddy."

Steve snaps back to him with a pleased smile. For that, he rewards Bucky with a kiss. It's slow and sensual. Nothing like the kiss from last night. They're both good, Bucky thinks as Steve pulls away.

"You're learning," Steve smiles. "What a good boy."

Bucky shudders from it this time.

"You like that one," Steve whispers as his hand cups Bucky's balls then slides up the shaft and rolls his palm around the head.

Bucky arches up off the bed, moaning low. Steve takes his hand away and trails his fingers up and down Bucky's thighs as Bucky lowers himself back down.

He huffs out a breath watching Steve trace his skin, waiting for more.

Steve takes his time. Bucky's already catching on that this will be a definite thing when they fuck from now on. If it wasn't so thrilling, he'd be more mad.

He kinda sees the hype, it's like the waiting and teasing makes the orgasm all the more worth it in the end.

Of course, Bucky starts to rethink that after Steve's takes half an hour to open him up.

"Steve— I mean..." Bucky huffs. His face is red, skin beaded in sweat. "Daddy — please, I'm ready."

"Hhm," Steve considers like he's not sure. He keeps pumping three fingers into him, hitting that sweet spot then not hitting it. God, it's infuriating — it's glorious.

Finally, Steve decides it's time and pulls his fingers free. He coats his cock with more lube and for a good half a minute he kneels in front of Bucky stroking his own cock, just looking at him like he's taunting him with it. Is he going to fuck him or not.

Bucky bites his lip, it shouldn't be doing so much for him, he should be beyond fed up by now but he's not.

Steve inches closer, prodding at his hole with the head of cock. He's leaking precum. At least, it's nice to know he's been having to hold back too.

Steve spreads a palm over Bucky's stomach, rubs it around with a glint in his eye.

Bucky wants to plead again but he's already trying not to do that so much, he swears he's begged ten times already.

His patience gets rewarded with Steve's cock and when he pushes all the way in, god it's so fucking worth it. Bucky's mind blurs from being filled.

Steve leans down to kiss him, not moving.

"How's that feel, darlin?" Steve asks.

Bucky nods, eyes fluttering closed.

"Good... good, daddy."

Steve kisses him once more then pulls back and thrusts forward one time, fast and hard.

"Fuck— oh, sorry, —shit. I didn't mean to curse... I swear," Bucky babbles.

"It's alright, honey. I'll let it slide when I have my cock inside you, I know how much you can feel this," Steve says. He circles his hips then draws them back and slams into him again.

"Fuck — sorry."

"You can curse in the bedroom," Steve allows.

"Thank god— oh!"

Steve begins a steady motion of fucking him. When he hits his prostate Bucky lets out a broken gasp, his eyes wide. Steve does it again, harder.

"Right there, daddy," Bucky whines. He's never said that in the bedroom before. He grabs onto Steve as the older man keeps repeating the motion. Then his thrust becomes fluid and fast, his cock seamlessly pounding pleasure through him with every thrust.

Bucky whines, holding him tighter, closing his eyes.

Steve starts pressing wet kisses up to his jaw.

"I'm so glad you wanted this, honey," Steve husks in Bucky's ear. "Been getting myself off to the thought of you all this time."

Bucky moans in response, his breathing more unsteady than before.

"This feels right," Steve continues. "You were made to take me, darlin'. I fit inside you perfectly."

Steve slows down to make each stroke longer and deeper. Bucky whines again, his legs curling tighter around Steve's waist as he keeps taking his cock.

"Don't you think so, sweetheart?" Steve whispers and picks the pace back up, fucking him harder again.

Bucky nods, he's so close, it's hard to get any words out.

"Yeah, yeah. Fuck. Meant... for you," Bucky answers in a haze. He's about to come, he knows he is.

Steve must know it too because he takes a hold of Bucky's cock and starts rubbing under the head, leans down and swallows the moans that fall out of his mouth in a filthy kiss. Bucky comes all over Steve's fingers.

Steve keeps fucking him through it. Right when it's starting to be too much, Steve pulls back with a low groan.

"God, been waiting to come in this sweet ass since the first moment I saw you."

Bucky arches back and whines.

"Come in me, daddy," Bucky pleads.

Steve must like that because his next few thrusts feel erratic and hard. He groans loudly until his hips stop short and Bucky feels a hot rush inside him. Feels Steve's thick cock pulsing with every spurt until he's done.

Steve's chest heaves over him, he sits inside him for a moment. Then like a light switch, he's pulling out, scooping Bucky up into his arms, and swaddling Bucky into his chest.

"How was that?" Steve asks.

Bucky huffs out an incredulous laugh. He's going to have to answer this every time, he realizes.

"Perfect, daddy."

[cringelordofchaos]

Flicker Eduardo headcanons!!

I know almost no one cares except maybe that one flicker fan scrolling through the flicker tag, but idc

(some of these are weird and stupid)

(also when I say "into ___" I don't mean it in a romantic or s##ual context btw)

pansexual demiboy, he/they, name means "Wealthy Guardian" (only thing canon in this post)

Into rock and heavy metal

Introverted

Into cryptozoology

Into 80's horror movies

Teenager, bout 16-18 y/o

Into werewolves

obsessed with stranger things

Deadname is Valentina (based on the fact that he was initially supposed to be called Valentina and have a different design)

Engages with risky (??) and rebellious behaviour

Divorced parents, father had abandoned both them and their mom and his infant sister

Hispanic

Used to be best friends with Alex, drifted apart and now Ed feels bitter Abt him

Not satanic but they are into studying satanism and people devoted to it

Atheist

Into murder mysteries

Quiet in groups at first until he gets to know others in the group better

Plays the guitar (both acoustic and electric)

Horrible at singing, still likes singing

Used to be in a band with Alex, Amethyst and Prasiddhi

Gets absolutely horrible grades in school besides in literature and Spanish

Theater kid

Dumb#ss nerd

Has sooo many earrings and necklaces

Obsessed with many bands (I can't specify which ones bc i don't know sh#t about music,)(actually screw it I'll name a few that my mom likes

Into Metallica, Radiohead, Queen The Door, and other crap like that (I only listen to Radiohead out of these)

Has one of his eyebrows pierced

Has wolf as their fave animal

Kinda insane (don't ask)

Into paranormal stuff

Brave

Determined and stubborn

Street smart

Skateboards

All about self expression

Known as the quiet kid or the weirdo in school

Likes to go outside at night

Halloween is their fave holiday

Quiet in relation to his negative opinions regarding others

Secretly a MLP + STH fan

Can get bored and distracted easily

Into parkour and tree + rock climbing

Spiritually in the 80's

A really good older sib figure

Attachment issues, fears being abandoned so sometimes they push other people away first, other times he is a bit clingy and desperate

Uses the peace ✌️ and rock 🤘sign quite often

Embraces weirdness

Will always protect and defend people he cares about

Can be kinda rude but also really kind?

Often does the chores in the house, kinda tired from that + schoolwork

Now that Alex isn't their friend anymore, they're just kind of the loner in their class (before he gets sent to the Flicker game)

When the flicker game first starts, he like most people just think it's a run, fake murder mystery game, but one night (a bitttt early on) when they were supposed to get killed they managed to flee and escape into the woods, everyone thinking he's dead

Always puts up a fight when needed

Used to crush on alex and still cares about him as much as he refuses to admit it

Swears a moderate amount

Winks often (ok these HCs sre getting very mundane... um)

Ends up getting along well with most of the flicker players

He constantly feels like HE has to work for everyone (like their mom, having to do chores and upkeep his grades), and although they're very loyal they're also reasonably tired

The start of the flicker game has actually been one of the happiest periods in his life in some time

Can be impulsive

Fidgets often

In classes they barely do anything

Master at solving Rubik's cube

Pretty chill most of the time actually

Into video games too, primarily indie horror and visual novel

Him and Rosalie bicker often

Really wants to be independent, competent and responsible to prove they don't need anyone

They give me Lucas Sinclair and Drew from TMF vibes for sum reason??

Is neurodivergent (bpd, adhd, maybe sumth else idk)

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Wtf even is this... I'm literally the worst flicker fan to ever exist I'm so sorry

[daydreamerfox]

SKETCHTEMBER #15

Here we have Velvet being the adorable being she is (Again, that's not her name but you can guess what it is, if you feel like it)

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More about her and the sketch below the cut

She's the younger sister of Nolan. She went to the US a few years after Nolan did, their mother said she would have way more opportunities ther and she could help her brother if he needed it. She doesn't help him exactly because he doesn't want her dealing with that (not to mention that she has a phobia of blood), but he did train her to be able to protect herself... she knows only the very basics to keep herself alive. Since when she arrived Nolan was already well stablished and financially stable she takes advantage of that to go out and have fun (Now that she's finally allowed out of the house because 1) Nolan thinks she can defend herself and 2) he knew she would try to sneak out anyway.) He gave her her own credit card so she would stop stealing his. Velvet usually goes out to ride her skateboard at night and enjoy the brise (even though she usually feels cold, she does enjoy the feeling of the wind hitting her skin). Fire can grab her attention in a very strong way. It soothes her, and because of that she's always walking around carrying a lighter with her so she can distract herself from time to time... yes, she also set things on fire when she's bored or stressed, but she tries to be as careful as possible to not hurt anyone. She likes witchcraft, even if she doesn't really know much about it, usually she just lights up incenses, collect crystals and tries some minor spells that honestly she can't tell if they did work or not and she can read tarot. She has a particularly big collection of stuffed animals, but from all of them her favorite is a little orange bunny called Bombom. She's very impulsive and is terrible at self preservation. If you bet her to throw herself from a cliff to dive into the see she will try.

About the sketch: I always have a lot of fun drawing Velvet, but trying to remember all her piercings, rings, earrings and tattoes is a struggle hahaha. I have to always check other drawings I've made before to be sure if I'm placing them at the right place and the right ones (I've mix up left and right all the time). And every time, without exception I need to grab my sketchbook to see if I've missed anything!