#even so. if i drank mold. sigh

[the-iceni-bitch]

𝕴 𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉'𝖛𝖊 𝕶𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖎𝖙 𝖂𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖇𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚

𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝙺𝚎𝚖𝚙

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎.

𝚂𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕'𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜.

𝚇𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜.

Relationship: Steve Kemp x female!reader

Words: ~900

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex), mention of injuries, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: that’s three in 24 hours, I am spoiling you bitches.

You rolled over in your sleep and let out a soft sigh, your arm reaching out towards the empty side of the bed while your eyes slowly dragged open.

Steve was late. You had tried to wait up for him but you were exhausted. It was hard not to be worried about him, you were always worried about him. No matter how many times he assured you that there was nothing that could keep him from coming home to you, you would never feel relaxed or relieved until he was sharing your bed.

The front door barely creaked when it opened but you still heard it, sitting up and bed and letting the covers pool around your waist while you waited for him to come to you. His footsteps were heavy on the stairs, and every thud of his boots made your body ache for him all the more. It had been too long, you needed him, you missed the sight of his face. Or, whichever face he would be wearing at the moment.

When he paused at the door to your room you just rolled your eyes, leaning back against the headboard and calling out to him.

“I’m already awake, Steve,” You beamed at him when he sighed and opened the door, the smile only faltering a little when you saw the blood and bruises on his skin. “Why are you so late? What happened?”

“Do you really want to know?” He let himself relax when you just shook your head, starting to remove his clothes slowly even as his eyes drank in your naked body. “Something bad kept me, so I did something bad to make it back to you, that’s enough. How do you always know it’s me?”

You shrugged as he continued to undress, your eyes never leaving his face. Today he looked especially handsome, with a chiseled jawline and a dimpled chin, thick, dark wavy hair you wanted to bury your fingers in and blue gray eyes that made you shiver. But he was still Steve, your Steve.

“I just do,” you pushed the covers back once he was naked, gasping when he immediately crawled on top of you and pushed your legs apart. “You’re mine, I’d know you no matter what.”

“I still think one of these days you’re going to end up welcoming some bad man into your house just because you think it’s me.” He licked his fingers and reached between your thighs, biting his lip when he found you already wet and ready for him.

“Well there’s no one as bad as you, Steve,” you arched your back when he pushed two fingers inside you and curled them against the roof of your cunt. “Besides, you’re the only one with a key.”

He chuckled at that, nipping along the curve of your collarbone and pulling his fingers out of your slowly before kissing you on the lips. Steve kept his mouth molded to yours as he pushed his cock inside you, swallowing your moan and gripping your thighs tightly as he sank into you until his hips met yours. There was a pause once he was fully sheathed inside the slick heat of your pussy, while you shared the same breath and he let you adjust to his intrusion. It was always like the first time with him, maybe that was why you found him so intoxicating.

You didn’t have long to dwell on that thought though when he started to move. His body rolled against yours and you gasped, reaching up to wind your fingers through his thick hair and sucking on his bottom lip while he fucked you in long, deep strokes. Steve moved his hands from your thighs to your waist to your neck, holding you almost delicately even as his hips started to slam into you. The only constant he had in this world was you, and being inside you was the only time he ever felt like he was home.

His lips never left yours while he fucked you. Whether he was kissing you deeply or murmuring soft praises into your mouth he made sure you were sharing the same breath. He smiled and nudged your nose with his when you came for the first time, his tongue flicking along the seam of your lips while your pussy clenched so hard around him you almost pushed him out. You kept clutching at his shoulders to keep him close, though, your eyes bright and wild before they rolled back in your head as he hit you deep.

There was no way to know how much time had passed before he finally came inside you. You were laying on your stomach and panting heavily, covered in sweat and trembling as you moaned at the sensation of his thick spend filling your fluttering cunt. When he collapsed on top of you and groaned you just smiled, winding your fingers through those of his unfamiliar hands and letting yourself drift off to the sound of his breathing. You always slept best when he was inside you, no matter his form. He was your home just as you were his, and no matter what he was, he would always be yours.

[kakushino]

While being a hopeless romantic hidden beneath his harsh demeanor, he never found himself very intrigued in his own romance, despite longing for it. He simply assumed that in his age, he would never taste the sweetened honey of love on his tongue. Then, the incident in the former village occurred, and he found himself in your presence, longing for you and trying to drive you off, the butterflies in his chest clouding his judgement. You were just as stubborn as him though, determined to do your damn job and get Haganezuka back to full health. That was your own fire. He wanted to drown in it. Hotaru found himself looking for you throughout the village, longing to court you. He was relieved seeing that none of the other smiths wanted you, not that he couldn't handle it, he simply just didn't like the idea of the competition, especially since he was more than well aware of his own flaws regarding his craft. Hotaru knew that many women wanted an attentive husband, and while he would adore providing such, his obsessive behavior towards forging could put a dent in that. Imaging his surprise when one day you approached him, his favorite treat in your hand. "For you. I heard of you working yourself to the bone again. Take it, as a reward for your outstanding craft." You spoke warmly, making the swordsmith's heart flutter. If he didn't love you before, he certainly was enamored by you now. Offhanded mentions of your beauty soon flooded your way whenever you crossed paths with Haganezuka, the man always saying something strange about you or even simply telling you to do small things to keep you safe while you stayed in the village. "Your eyes are pretty, like the fresh ores I get to forge new blades." "Tie your hair up, unlike metals, it can burn away to ash and it'd be a shame to see it vanish." "You're like a freshly forged blade, sharp and beautiful." Each comment never failed to catch you off guard, a fact that delighted Haganezuka. Yet, he internally lamented about how you were still not in his arms at the end of every day. That is, until one night you appeared at his home bearing a few bento boxes and a shy blush on your cheeks. "I was wondering if you wanted to share a meal together?" More than a meal was shared that night, as you found yourself folded nearly in half, legs tossed over Hotaru's shoulders, your name on his lips as he thrusted his length in and out of you, the scent of sex and sweat swirling in the air. A cocktail of passion. "H-Hotaru! Hotaru!" You moaned out, your eyes squeezed shut with Haganezuka's eye drank you in, finally sating his longing to have you for himself. "C-close! More, please, I need more!" "I'll give you more then, my beautiful fire." He huffed, doubling his efforts and smiling inwardly hearing you suddenly scream out for him, the man descending upon you to bite and kiss your skin, leaving behind a collection of hickeys. His claim. The swordsmith groaned out as he felt you cum on his cock for the forth time that night, drawing out a second orgasm from him, overstimulation starting to kick in for the both of you. Yet, he couldn't stop, he never wanted to. Hotaru kept abusing your cunt, molding his shape into you attempting to claim you from the inside out. He wanted you for months now, and still it almost felt like years he's yearned so deeply for this, this feeling of intimacy, of love. He never wanted it to end, to never cease hearing your whines, your cries, all for more of him. Dawn broke after hours, you filled to the brim and then some and Hotaru clinging to you desperately, as if you would disappear if he loosened his grip. Hotaru smiled softly, uttering a gentle "good morning" in his gravely voice. You blushed realizing your situation before sighing and simply curling into his hold. "Five more minutes..." You uttered softly, closing your eyes and listening to the thrum of Haganezuka's heart. ~~~~~~ Enjoy my word vomit, I rewrote this after realizing I was gonna have another situation on my hands. So the first draft is shoved in my docs.

Oh sweet lord above... that... was...

[drmaddict]

Gray Hair

Summery: Napoleon reveals his biggest fear

Trigger warning: mention of Alzheimer's

English is not my first language so be gentle.

(gif is not mine)

Napoleon Solo is a man who paid insane attention to his appearance. He paid meticulous attention to his clothes, his hair, his shoes, the watch he wore. His hair knew its place. None would just jump out of place for no apparent reason.

His skin was well-groomed. His face always shaved.

He didn't overeat, never drank too much, and trained his body with an iron conviction to mold it to the image he deemed appropriate. Every morning without fail before the rest of the world even got out of bed.

Napoleon was a man who knew how he affected others and how to act to change that effect. He was a born manipulator. So it wasn't unusual for him to take longer in the bathroom than I did. But today it went too far even by his standards.

I sat on the bed, bored, waiting for him to come out of the bathroom. I was used to waiting. Napoleon took his missions more seriously than I would have thought possible at the beginning of our partnership. He proved me wrong. He let me into his world, into his heart. Which led to me to also opening the little locked door to my heart for him.

I had learned over time to love and respect this man. With all his quirks, but even I had my limits.

Annoyed, I stood up and walked to the bathroom door. "Napoleon?", I knocked at the door.

No response. "I know you take your appearance very seriously, but you've been in there for over an hour now. What are you doing?"

"Just... Just 5 more minutes... I'll be right there," I heard the frantic reply before a muffled clink sounded. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

He was stuttering. He never stuttered. Even when a gun was held to his head, he still had a casual line on his lips. The clink. With him, every move was spot on. He wasn't the best pickpocket in the world for nothing.

"Are you sure about this? You sound kind of... confused? Should I tell Illya and Gaby? Should we cancel the mission?"

"NO!.. No. I... I'll have it in a minute."

But after five minutes, still nothing was happening, so I grabbed the hairpin from my hairstyle, which was purely for decorative purposes, and stuck the deliberately sharpened end into the door until I heard a soft click. I pushed the door open just as quietly. What I saw was definitely not what I expected.

Napoleon clung to the sink and looked in the mirror in panic.

"Napoleon?", I asked timidly.

His head shot around to me and big eyes start at me. His right hand shot up and abruptly rested on the right side of his head, where it covered his hair.

I drew my eyebrows together in irritation. "Napoleon what's wrong? Talk to me!" I walked toward him. He stalked away from me until he bumped into the toilet behind him and sat down surrenderd on the lid. His hand still pressed to his head. I squatted in front of him and gently tried to dislodge his hand from his head. He refused at first. Did not look me in the eye. I pulled on it jerkily and I had a clear view of the covered area underneath.

My face reflected more confusion. No wound. His hair laying as it always did.

I looked irritated at his face, but he just had his eyes squeezed shut and his face turned away from me.

"Napoleon you have to talk to me. What's wrong? I don't understand? Are you hurt? What? Napoleon are you crying?"

I gently turned his face toward me and wiped away the tears.

"Napoleon what-"

"How can you not see it?" he snapped.

"See what?"

He looked at me out of wet, hysterical eyes. "The hair!" he said, as if that explained everything.

I glanced at his strands of hair. At the part he had been so panicked to cover. There it was. A delicate silver shining hair in a sea of black. THAT was the reason for this reaction?

"Leon.", I sighed. "That's just..." I stroked his cheek with my thumb. "Honey I know you... You know you're only human. An outstanding, talented, insanely good looking humanbeing, but still just a humanbeing. That's perfectly normal."

He shook his head. "I need more time. I... This can't be happening already. I still have so much to do. I still have so much to show you. I need... I need more time." He clung to my wrist hysterically. He was completely out of it. I reached for the mic on my garter and turned it on. "Illya Gaby? We can't go with you... I sprained my ankle. You'll have to go on your own."

"Understood." came the short and practical reply from Illya.

Napoleon was still in his own world. "Honey you... you're not going to die tomorrow. It's just a gray hair."

He shook his head. "I'm going to forget everything. I'm going to forget you. The paintings. Me. That's... That's how it starts. First comes the gray hair

and then..." he shook his head to stop himself.

I reached for his face again. "Look at me. Napoleon come on. Look at me. Good. Now breathe with me. In and out. In and out. Good... Good."

He was slow to calm down, but it worked. "Now, I need you to tell me what's going on."

He took a deep breath. "My father...he was the smartest man I knew. He... hell he was a janitor, but always the smartest man in the room. He was one step ahead of everybody. Until the gray hair came. Until he forgot who I was. Who he was. He was in a wrong time. He didn't know what world he was in anymore. Age took away everything he was."

I looked at our clasped hands. "Alzheimer's?", I asked. He nodded.

I stroked the top of his head. "Gray hair doesn't make you old. I know a girl who went gray at twenty-two." He rested his head against my shoulder and I continued to stroke his strands of hair. "Not every person who gets old has Alzheimer's. I can't promise you it won't affect either of us, but you have more than enough time before that could even be an issue. Leon. You still have time. For the world. Your paintings. Me."

He was silent. "If you find out, you'll have to take me away." He lifted his head and looked me straight in the eye. "I don't want anyone to see me like this. Not even you. If it starts and you notice, you'll take me away under a fake name and leave me behind. I want people to know me as a man. Not...not as a decay."

I was literally struck by his fear, but nodded bravely.

He dropped his head back against my shoulder. "What am I going to do now? I'm supossed to be the young bachelor out there. I can't have gray hair."

"I'll just get hair dye. You're in luck as usual my good man. Black is an easy color."

I scratched the back of his neck. He put an arm around me and pulled me closer. He smelled my scent. "I love you. I can't imagine ever forgetting that."

[spinchip]

uhgmmm silly little mysterious element swap between da ninja

I give you angst (my specialty) TW: Panic attack

When Lloyd had suggested Zane use his bow to channel his energy, Zane hadn’t been expecting much. After the artifact had scrambled their powers around, the others had gleefully been playing around with their new elemental abilities while Zane wasn’t able to summon so much as a flicker. Zane was so far behind the others that the novelty had worn off for the rest of them, and now they were impatiently waiting on Zane to get some sort of a grip on Lloyds power so they could confidently go out searching for the other half of the Sphere of Will- the cause of all their problems.

Zane had tried everything. He meditated, he trained, he tried to relax, he even drank the same tea as lloyd usually did in an attempt to hone his skills and still- not a spark of green. Sometimes, Zane could feel it deep down in his belly, but it wouldn’t grow and spread through him. Wu had suggested a mental block, but Zane couldn’t fathom what. He was the first of his friends to unlock his true potential, the first to get some of the more complicated katas Wu taught them. He wasn’t used to this kind of struggle.

All that to say that when he picked up his bow, his expectations were low. Based on the others reactions- Kai had molded a couch out of rock for them all to slump into- they weren’t expecting much either.

Lloyd stood next to Zane, “Alright Zane, lets see if this does anything.”

Zane could shoot a bullseye with his eyes close standing on his head, but when he brings the draw string back he doesn’t have an arrow notched. He focuses all his processing power into imagining the shape of an arrow notching into the bow, trying to pour green energy into a tangible shape he can fire. The power in his gut swirls like it’s trying to grow, pulsing at the bottom of his chest like a heartbeat.

Nothing happens.

He lowers the drawstring, disappointed. “I do not understand.” He says without sighing, despite how he wanted to.

“You’re not the only ne who struggled,” Nya attempts to console him, “Remember when Jay set his hair on fire? Or when i blew out half the lightbulbs in the monastery?”

“Yeah! And I’m sure Ice is a lot different than Lloyds power.” Kai agrees.

Lloyd once again tries to explain how he uses his powers, “I think you’re thinking about it too much.”

“Ice is a lot of thinking.” Cole confirms with a groan, “Trying to make a snowflake gives me a headache.”

“My power is more instinctual, something you have to feel rather than think. Don’t imagine the shape of an arrow, try thinking of why you’re forming it.” Lloyd pats Zane on the shoulders, “Like what you’re fighting for.”

Zane nods and exhales purely to center himself. Telling a robot not to think was like telling a fish to take a walk in the desert, but Zane would try to empty his mind. He even went so far as to shut down the background multitasking programs he had running, leaving his mind completely blank.

He pulls back on the drawstring, lines the sight up perfectly with the bullseye across the courtyard and tries to call on the power. Nothing happens. He closes his eyes, refusing to give up, focusing on the feeling of the string on his finger sensor pads, the cool air around him, even the sound of Lloyd breathing next to him. Power stirs.

He fought to protect his family. He called upon his power to keep the people he loved safe.

Protect those who cannot protect themself.

It washes over him in a snap, power surging up through his chest, around his shoulders and down to his fingertips in sickening pulses. It burns.

He’s felt this before.

The courtyard vanishes, he’s suspended in the air, his shoulder taut and agony ripping through him as he stares the overlord in the face. He’s going to die. He has to die for his family. Gold scalds him as it pours down his face, his face plate cracking and breaking along the weak seam and leaving him exposed and raw. The overlord is laughing. He’s all alone. His body is going numb, the seams along his shoulders popping as energy overloads him. He can’t tell if this is happening in the past or the present, phantom pains rocking through his body.

The string of his bow is digging into his fingertip, he struggles to cling to it. Gold chokes him. The comforting warmth of the green feels white hot. He can’t think.

He opens his eyes and a brilliant green bolt of energy is nestled into his palm. It’s so bright it blinds him, and on the edges- just barely- are flickers of gold. Fear slams through his system so fast it causes his knees to buckle and he stumbles a step back. The arrow grows bigger, wild and unkempt and Zane feels so deeply afraid he doesn’t know what to do.

He lets go of the string and the arrow explodes.

It tears across the courtyard like a neon laser and when it hits the target- dead bullseye- it obliterates it down to atoms. It rips through hay like tissue paper and smashes a hole through the stone wall of the courtyard, shooting off into the sky before exploding like a firework at the very end. When Zane released it, it caused a miniature explosion in his hand too- green balls of energy popping, and the force of it send him off his feet.

He slams back on the ground, confused and rattled. Panic has settled into every inch of his mind and he can’t get his thoughts straight. Where is he? Is this the courtyard? Where is the overlord? Did he succeed?

He’s holding- why is he holding his bow? Why is the string snapped and burned?

He turns over onto his hands and knees and tries to calm down. There’s smoke around him, the ground smoldering. His fans kick on. He’s overheating. Ice. He needs ice. Why can’t he summon ice?

A hand touches his neck and he jerks, looking up at- Cole.

“What happened?” He asks, “Where- is everyone safe?” He did something bad. Dangerous. His friends were here. He wasn’t alone.

Cool frost trickles down from the spot Cole was bracing him, and the chill brings a calm to Zanes body. “Everyone’s fine.” Cole confirms firmly, “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

He closes his eyes and breathes, helping his internal systems cool and struggling to centering himself again. After several long moment, the panic fades and leaves him empty and worn out. His limbs are still humming in the after image of that power. He’s in the courtyard, he was supposed to be practicing with Lloyds power. It takes more effort than he expects to sit up but he does it, and finally looks at the damage.

A ditch is cut into the stone of the courtyard, their bow target is a handful of splinters now, and the monastery wall has a brand new entrance.

“I did that?” He asks the obvious.

“If I ever need demo on my house at least now I know who to come to.” Jay jokes.

“What happened?” Lloyd asks, offering Zane his hand.

He’s not quite sure he can stand yet, but he takes Lloyds hand anyway, “You power, it feels incredibly similar to the golden power.” Zane says tightly.

“Yeah, I know.” Lloyd is puzzled now, “The green energy is part of the golden power.”

“Master Wu was right. It was a mental block, one I was not aware I had.” He drags a finger over his cheek just to check that his face plate hadn’t split in that same, familiar spot.

“Block? What blo-“ Lloyd stops abruptly, “Oh.”

Zane stomach churns at the thought of attempting to use the power again, “Lloyd, I am unsure If i will be able to even begin to use your element.”

“You have to.” Nya reminds him with a wince, “That’s what makes it work.”

He closes his eyes again and tries to steady himself, “I cannot continue today,” He says finally, “We can try again tomorrow.”

“Okay, Zane.” The atmosphere is subdued, “Whatever you need.”

He has to have Cole help him inside, his legs too shakey to keep his footing.

It isn’t until he’s in the bathroom that he realizes he’d cried.

[godsfavdarling]

chapter 35

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!oc

summary: smut.

list of chapters, also available on wattpad and Ao3 my masterlist

warnings: this is just smut pretty much (unprotected sex - she is on a pill, no condom; fingering, praise)

words: 2,1k

As Molly stood by the bed, her voice carried through the room as she spoke about mundane things, unaware of the effect she was having on Spencer.

The summer heat seemed to intensify the air, making it thick and heavy, but all Spencer could focus on was the way Molly's body moved, the subtle sway of her hips as she talked, the curve of her waist accentuated by the white tank top she wore.

Her words washed over him like a distant murmur as he drank in the sight of her, his gaze tracing the lines of her body, lingering on the gentle swell of her breasts straining against the fabric, the delicate outline of her nipples visible through the thin material.

He could feel the heat pooling low in his abdomen, a primal desire stirring within him as he watched her, unable to tear his eyes away.

Molly continued to talk, oblivious to the effect she was having on Spencer, as she moved towards the bathroom to finish brushing her teeth.

Spencer's heart raced with anticipation as he watched her go, his mind consumed with thoughts of her, of the way she looked, the way she moved, the way she made him feel.

As she disappeared into the bathroom, Spencer couldn't resist the urge any longer. "Molly…" he called out, his voice thick with desire.

She came back, a curious look on her face as she caught sight of him on the bed. "What is it?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Spencer hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to find the right words. "I... I was wondering if you wanted to... you know," he stammered, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Molly's eyes widened in surprise at his sudden boldness, but a mischievous smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Are you asking me if I want to have sex?" she teased, her voice laced with amusement.

Spencer felt his cheeks grow even hotter at her teasing, but he nodded eagerly. "Yes, I mean... if you want to, of course," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Molly's smile softened, her eyes shining with warmth as she crossed the room to join him on the bed. "I'd love to…" she said, her voice gentle and reassuring as she took his hand in hers.

"Can we try something?" he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

"What…?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper as she leaned in close to hear him better.

Spencer hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest as he summoned the courage to speak his desires aloud.

"Can you sit between my legs?" he said, his voice trembling with anticipation, "I want to show you just how much I love you."

As Spencer's words hung in the air, Molly's smile widened into a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Without a word, she leaned in to capture his lips in a passionate kiss, her hands tangling in his hair.

Feeling emboldened by her response, Spencer gently guided her to settle between his legs, his hands roaming over her body as he shifted her position. With a tender touch, he turned her so that she was nestled against his chest, her back pressed against his warm skin.

Molly let out a soft sigh of contentment as she melted into his embrace, her body molding perfectly against his as she relaxed into his touch. She felt a surge of desire coursing through her veins, a hunger for intimacy, as she reveled in the sensation of his strong arms wrapped around her.

Spencer buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply as he savored the scent of her hair, the feel of her skin against his own.

He trailed feather-light kisses along her jawline, his hands exploring every curve and contour of her body with a tender reverence.

As his hands roamed over Molly's body, she felt a surge of desire coursing through her veins. Even with her underwear still on, she could feel the heat of his touch searing through the fabric, sending shivers down her spine.

He massaged her thighs, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips, as he moved closer and closer to her center.

Finally, his hand found its way to her covered pussy, the fabric of her underwear damp with arousal.

With each caress, Spencer traced delicate patterns over her heat, his fingertips leaving a trail of sensation in their wake. Molly's breath hitched in her throat as he teased her, his touch alternating between feather-light strokes and firmer pressure, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing over her.

She arched her back, pressing herself against him as she sought more of his touch, her body craving the sweet release only he could provide.

Spencer held her close, his arms wrapped securely around her waist as he whispered words of encouragement and praise into her ear.

"You're so beautiful, Molly," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "You feel so good, you know that?"

Molly could feel the heat of his breath against her skin, making her melt. She whimpered in response, her body trembling with need as Spencer's fingers continued their relentless assault on her senses.

Molly's grip tightened on his thighs, her nails digging into his skin in a mixture of pleasure and desperation. The sensation of her nails against his flesh sent a jolt of arousal coursing through him, only fueling his desire to please her further.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Spencer eased Molly's underwear down her legs, exposing her to his hungry gaze. She gasped as the cool air hit her heated skin, her body tingling as she awaited his next move.

He finally lightly stroked her now bare fold with his fingers, dancing over her with a practiced skill that left her breathless. She moaned and writhed, her movements becoming more frantic as she chased the release that seemed just out of reach.

As Spencer's fingers delved slowly into her, Molly felt herself teetering on the edge of oblivion, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity. She could feel his hard length pressing against her back, a tantalizing reminder of the pleasure yet to come.

His fingers curled and found her sweet spot, Molly's body tensed, her instincts urging her to squeeze her legs together in a reflexive response to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her.

Sensing her reaction, Spencer whispered soothing words into her ear, his voice a comforting presence amidst the whirlwind of sensations.

"Hey, it's okay," he murmured softly. But despite his reassuring words, he didn't stop his movements, his fingers continuing to work their magic on her sensitive flesh.

With his other hand, he gently spread her legs apart even more, urging her to keep them open for him. The gesture was both possessive and tender, a silent command.

She obeyed, her body yielding to his touch as she surrendered herself to the pleasure he was giving her. With each stroke of his fingers, she felt herself spiraling closer to the edge, her senses overwhelmed.

Molly lost herself, her body responding with soft moans to his every touch.

With each stroke, he kept whispering sweet nothings in her ear, his words like a symphony of ecstasy that drove her to the brink of madness.

"You're doing so well, Molly," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "You can take it, baby."

With one hand still buried between her thighs, Spencer used the other to pull down the straps of Molly's top, exposing her breasts. She gasped as the cool air hit her heated skin, her nipples hardening in response to his touch.

Spencer's fingers danced over her with a practiced skill that left her breathless with desire. He teased her nipples to stiff peaks, rolling them between his fingers.

"You’re so pretty," Spencer murmured into her ear.

Her movements became more frantic as she chased the release.

"You're so close, sweetheart," Spencer breathed, his lips brushing against her earlobe. "Just let go for me. I've got you."

And as Spencer's fingers found her clit once again, Molly cried out in pleasure, her body trembling as he applied just the right amount of pressure to send her spiraling.

"Oh, God, Spencer," Molly gasped, her voice ragged with need. "Don't stop, please... I'm so close..."

"You're doing so well…," Spencer growled, his voice low and possessive. "You can do it. Let go for me, baby. Cum for me."

And then, with a cry of ecstasy, Molly tumbled over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her in a wave of pure bliss.

"Oh, fuck, Spencer!" she cried out, her body convulsing as pleasure washed over her in relentless waves.

As she pressed harder against Spencer's body, her cheek coming to rest on his chest, she sought comfort in his embrace, her fingers digging into his forearms that were wrapped securely around her. The warmth of his touch enveloped her, grounding her in the present moment as she rode the waves of pleasure.

She felt Spencer's lips press gentle kisses onto her head, his words of praise washing over her like a soothing balm.

"You did so well," he murmured. Her heart swelled up with love.

Spencer withdrew his fingers from Molly's warmth, bringing them to his lips without hesitation.

Molly watched in silent fascination as he sucked on his fingers, tasting her essence with hunger. It was a sight that stirred something primal within her, igniting a fresh wave of longing that pulsed through her veins.

Feeling his rock-hard length pressing against her, Molly knew that this was far from over.

With a silent understanding passing between them, Spencer shifted their bodies, guiding Molly into position on her hands and knees. As she arched her back, offering herself up to him in eager anticipation, Spencer moved behind her, his hands roaming over her curves with possessive intent.

With a swift motion, Spencer shed his underwear, positioning himself behind Molly, his hardened length poised for entry.

Molly's breath caught in her throat as she felt Spencer's hardness pressing against her entrance. With a slow, deliberate motion, Spencer eased himself into her soaking wet depths, filling her with a sense of completeness that left her breathless.

As he began to move within her, his thrusts grew more urgent with each passing moment. With each stroke, she felt herself drawing closer to the edge of oblivion, her senses overwhelmed by yet another climax approaching.

Spencer's hands gripped her hips with a possessive strength, guiding her movements as he drove himself deeper and deeper into her.

Molly cried out in ecstasy, her voice mingling with his in a symphony of pleasure that echoed through the room.

As Spencer plunged deeper into her, Molly spread her legs wider, allowing him to penetrate her even further. She gasped as she felt him stretch her to her limits.

She felt him filling her completely.

Spencer pulled Molly closer to him, their bodies melding together as they knelt on the bed. Molly sat in his lap, her legs spread wide as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She kept her hands on his knees, bracing herself as he was buried deep in her.

His face nestled into her hair and ear, his breath hot against her skin.

Their moans mingled together in a chorus of passion, their voices rising in crescendo as they approached the peak of their ecstasy. They grew closer and closer to the brink, their bodies trembling with the force of their desire.

With a final, desperate cry, Molly's walls clenched around Spencer as she felt his dick twitching inside her, releasing his hot cum.

Their bodies convulsed with the intensity of their release, riding the waves of pleasure together. Spencer held her close, their hearts beating as one.

They stayed like that for a moment, evening out their breaths as Spencer leaned his forehead against her back. Molly's body trembled one more time from the pleasure of him still inside her.

"Everything okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Molly nodded, even though Spencer couldn't see her gesture from his position behind her.

"Yes," she replied softly, her voice tinged with a mixture of satisfaction and longing. "You have to let me go now…I really need to pee," Molly giggled, her voice lightening the atmosphere that had been charged with passion just moments before.

Spencer chuckled, his fingers trailing along her arm as he reluctantly let her go. He watched her disappear into the bathroom, a soft smile playing on his lips as he listened to the sound of running water.

As she returned, Spencer's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her, her hair tousled and her cheeks flushed with exertion. He reached out eagerly, pulling her back into his arms and savoring the sensation of her warmth against his skin.

They lay together in contented silence, the air thick with the lingering echoes of their lovemaking.

Spencer pressed a tender kiss to the crown of Molly's head, his heart overflowing with love

[swampstew]

𝔸𝕥 𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕊𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 - 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟟

Welcome to Raven's Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Take a seat next to the log fireplace as we begin this in-progress, spicy/smutty reader insert story starring YOU (AFAB Reader) and the Kid Pirates. Powerade and snacks are provided! You can find links to the mini-series on Wattpad and AO3 at the end of the post. Minors DNI you will be blocked - for mature audiences only.

Spicy smut in this one😘 warnings: vaginal penetration (reader is AFAB), and creampie.

Y/N was relaxing on the deck, up the ramp over the helms room, lounging around with the women crew members and Heat. They drank chilled beers and talked amongst each other quietly, all wearing sunglasses, looking more like their own posse instead of pirates despite the fact that the group was roughly 86% pirate based.

Kid was silently seething. Pissed he was missing out. Upset he wasn’t invited. Tired of being punished for his mistake.

It had been how many weeks? Two? Three? He didn’t even know anymore.

His bed felt alien and uncomfortable, gotten so accustomed to a body keeping his warm throughout the nights. He felt like an addict going through withdrawal. Which was insane. She was just some woman. Why was she fucking with his head this much?!

He sighed miserably and removed himself from the display, seeking refuge in his workshop to brood in private.

Everything sucked.

Nothing could lift his mood.

He used his power to mash metal together and throw it around, smash it down and rebuild it. Did that for an hour before he laid down on the couch, stewing in loneliness.

Kid had no idea how to fix any of it. Killer was hopeless, too torn up about having harmed someone they pretty much considered a…friend, with some really great benefits, to be any help whatsoever. He covered his face with his greased palm, a despondent groan tore from his throat.

Without removing his hand, Kid almost reflexively activated his power, letting his mind flow freely to make something…simple. Soothing. The tinkling clinks of metal tapped in the air as bolts, nuts, screws, and panels rotated around each other. Clicking into place. Molding into desired shapes and angles. Until soon there were half a dozen metal death moths with ghoulish skulls lazily flying around the workshop. He watched them drift in and out of his sight as he quieted his mind, engaging in the rare activity of introspection.

If only for a few minutes.

Someone knocked on the door, breaking his peace. The small creatures fell from the air as Kid deactivated his power like a battery switch.

“Enter,” he rasped.

Y/N stepped through the threshold, “Didn’t mean to interrupt. Left my polishing kit here and I didn’t realize how much I neglected my weapon.” Her tone was impassive, almost bored. Had been for weeks and he was over it. So resentful of how much he craved her warmth, her affections once more.

Being stonewalled sucked. Kid now had sympathy for anyone who had to endure him when he did the same. Making a mental note to be better towards Killer in the future.

Without waiting for Kid to acknowledge her, she walked inside to where she last remembered using the kit. Stopping short when she found the remains of the death moths he dropped. She picked up the pieces, turning them in her palms and then, somehow, intuitively piecing them together until it was mostly reformed. Not perfectly like Kid could make but enough to make it recognizable.

“Didn’t know you could make something so elegant.”

Well that was nice to hear.

“S’lot you don’t know about me,” he grumbled.

“Touché,” she almost sounded regretful. “We should be getting close to the next island soon. Then I’ll be out of your hair and you can once again have whatever peace you had before I came along.” The droll of her aloof tone back. It irked him to no end.

“…Wouldn’t say I had peace then. Had it recently for a bit… I think,” he muttered, moreso to himself.

“Is that so?”

“Aye,” his voice was strained. “I’m sorry.”

“Wh-what?”

He sat up, “I’m sorry for scaring you. For taking you and putting you through what I did. And for acting like a twat after it happened. Expecting you to fall in line with what I wanted.” His flesh hand was bouncing nervously over his thigh as he spoke.

Y/N’s eyes widened in shock, “Thank you. I genuinely thought you would have drowned yourself first before I ever got an apology from you.”

“It’s not off the table.”

She placed her weapon on the work table and slowly walked to the couch. Standing in front of him, “Well don’t. Your crew needs you,” she tutted softly, using the rag towel she pulled off the table to wipe his face free of residual grease.

Kid scoffed, “I know they do.” Taking the towel, he cleaned his hands and stared at the ground. Wishing with his entire being that something would give. Anything to have her back in his arms. His smoldering eyes looked up and burned into hers, “You don’t. Wish you did.”

Her breath caught in Y/N’s throat, her eyes dilated as she took him in. Seeing him truly remorseful as he sat below her, all pride and bravado gone.

“Just so we’re clear. This is a one time thing because I’ve been feeling…stressed. Nothing more,” she bent down to his ear, nearly whispering the words..

He nodded his head, not even fully comprehending what she said, just wanting her forgiveness in any manner she was willing to give it.

Forgiveness came in the heavenly warmth of her gushing, throbbing pussy engulfing his neglected, starving cock.

“Y/N!!” Kid gasped, hips bucking sharply.

Her walls clenched on him in response. She rocked her hips on him as she straddled his pelvis to grind herself flush against his pelvis. Her clit grinding against his pelvic muscles, she moaned throatily as she hastened her pace.

She’d been starving too. Her pussy greedily took him in and hugged him close, not allowing much room for him to retreat from her sopping cavern. Not that he wanted to.

He felt himself twitch as he fought the urge to cum right then and there. Felt like he might have failed as he felt like some cum managed to bypass his control and dribble out in a short rope as her rutting pushed him against her cervix.

Y/N lifted her hips, gripping his cock as she pulled away and it slowly slid out of her cunt, only to slam herself back down, shaking her hips to drive him deeper until he was nearly crying out loud in pleasure. One hand on his scarred chest and one hand behind her on his upper thigh to support herself, Y/N set a rapid pace of bouncing on his cock with full strokes that rubbed her sweet spot. Her ribbed walls coaxing his ecstasy to the surface; his hardness making her inner muscles quake and spasm.

Quickening her pace, desperate to snap the taut rope of pleasure inside her lower belly, her slick made squelching noises as she rutted on the massive man’s impressive girth, Y/N began clawing at his skin. Kid groaned pathetically as his raised his hips to meet her thrusts, drunk on her tight pussy.

Her orgasm peaked as she fucked herself on his cock, stroking her throbbing walls until they clenched repeatedly on his thick, veiny member. Not stopping, her hips switched directions until she was throwing her ass back on his thighs, grinding him into her.

“Oh oh oh fuuuuuck,” Kid panted, the new sensation sending hot erotic bolts of lightning straight to his cock. He felt his balls rise as they slapped against her cheeks. With a final slam of her ass on him, Kid’s cock railed Y/N’s cervix and he came with a loud, needy moan. Ropes of thick cum shot from his engorged head that was positioned right on her secret entrance, flooding her private garden with his sin.

Y/N’s moans were voiceless as her head hung back and she rutted on him. Milking him. Feeling the need to step up, Kid attached his metal arm and secured her seat on his still-swollen cock that was the only plug to keep his cum from leaking out. He pressed his calloused, organic thumb on her clit and began rubbing circles.

Letting out soft shrieks, Y/N’s hips buckled at the overstimulation. Clenching on his hard-again cock as he quickly built her up with swipes, flicks, and pinches to her swollen bundle of nerves. Rutting shamelessly, Y/N’s shrieks turned into panting moans and yelps as Kid rubbed and teased her, edging them both on as he milked all the physical affection he could get from her.

They both craved the orgasmic rush of lust, her hips slammed against his as his metal arm helped her rapid thrusting as they peaked. They came at the same time, breathlessly. Convulsing against each other as their juices flooded, lips crashing together for the first time in weeks, not breaking apart until their hips stopped moving on their own accord.

Falling right back into kissing in heated passion even after they stilled. Y/N finally pulled away desperate for air and tucked her face into Kid’s neck, wrapping her arms around him to anchor herself. Kid panted lightly, swollen painted lips nearly wiped clean.

“Y/N?”

She hummed in response.

“Are—are you afraid I won’t like you or somethin dumb like that if I find out about your past? I don’t…give a shit about who you were or where you came from. You coulda been the princess of your entire island and I wouldn’t judge you…much. I just want to know.”

Sighing heavily, “No, its not that. Kid, I don’t want to tell you because I don’t trust you. I’ve been burned by the people I have put my faith in whom I’ve known for far longer than I know you. What makes you think you’d be the exception?”

He numbly nodded at the logic in that, “I want to be.”

“I wanted you to be too,” she whispered so softly he went to discretely pinch himself to make sure he hadn’t dreamt the entire damn affair up. His suspicious were confirmed when she lifted herself off him, the cold grip of loneliness made him hiss as his cock lost her warmth. Y/N started dressing herself and Kid fought the urge to fucking beg her.

Don’t go.

He followed suit and pulled his pants back on, fixing their appearances in silence. She grabbed her items and walked towards the door. Kid let out a strangled, choked sound he covered up as a cough.

“Y/N!”

The woman stepped into the hallway, not turning around, “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“Look at me!!”

Y/N flinched and he thought he could hear a shaky gasp escape her lips. Gingerly, she turned on her heel and stared at him with glassy eyes.

I’ll treat you better! I’ll do whatever you need or want to accomplish your goals! Please don’t leave me! Don’t leave me to be alone again!

Words he wished he could will himself to say. Words he did not utter. Words too inappropriate to come from a man like him.

“I just—” he struggled to form the words.

“I know.”

His hairless brows furrowed, “You know?”

Y/N nodded, “I liked the peaceful feeling I had with you. With Killer too. It made me feel less lonely. That’s not my fate in this life. I don’t get to have nice things like that.”

“Says who?”

She smiled sadly, “Everyone I’ve ever cared about is dead. I don’t like those odds. Do you?”

He couldn’t argue. Watching with sad eyes as she left him alone. A stab through the stomach would’ve been less painful. He thought back to when he read her journal entry, the first page that told the story of her parents love story.

‘They’d kiss each other and I’d run away screaming like a brat. Going to my room and daydreaming about the day someone would tell stories like that about me.’

Kid didn’t believe in things like fate or deserving things. He knew firsthand the only way to get anything in this miserable life is to take it or make it himself.

Still.

It made something toil in his gut. The idea that some silly little girl with whimsy daydreams would never get her happy ending…it didn’t sit well with him. Not for something so simple as yearning for good, ole’ loyal companionship. She could stand to dream bigger, but it was…admirable.

She suffered enough, hadn’t she? Fuck he knew so little about her and yet from what he could tell, she more than earned the right to have people who wouldn’t betray her, who would appreciate her, who would make her feel…lucky to be alive.

Sitting at his workbench, Kid mulled over his thoughts as he collected his moths. Noticing one was missing. The one she had put back together. A small smile perked on his lips. That was what he wanted.

To make her want to have those dreams again.

He decided. He would win her loyalty and trust, and in the end have her join the crew as his. Give her the best goddamn life she had ever dreamed of, on top of the world as the King and Queen of the Pirates. How could he not win?

Grinning to himself, Kid sat on the bench and started crafting a new project. In the air behind him, more metal death moths began to spawn, fluttering in whimsical circles as the redhead worked.

Y/N sat atop the dinosaur skull, sharpening, and polishing her borrowed longsword. She had always loved sitting on the figurehead or in the crow’s nest of a ship, letting the salty air breeze infiltrate her lungs and cleanse her mind. It had for at least two hours. As she took another gulp of regenerating air, she suddenly felt something sour. Like rotten seaweed that had sat on the beach for too long. A sickening feeling in her stomach.

Swiveling her head, she tried to detect which direction the ick was coming from but the weather had been slowly shifting from slightly overcast to darkening skies and a bit of fog. Stowing her items in the helms room, Y/N sprinted across the deck and vaulted up the rickety steps to the crow’s nest, slamming the door open and startling Killer.

“What the?!”

“I need your telescope!”

The blonde handed it over, pulling out a new one from a small box next to the door. Y/N scanned the horizon until she could vaguely make out the blip silhouette of something in the water. After a minute, the shape grew in size as it drew nearer. Another ship.

“I’ll alert Kid. Stay here and see if you can make out any markings or clues on who that is.”

“Got it!”

Thankful she was alone, her eye strained against the glass as the tall mast toting the ship’s main sail came into view. She gulped.

It was them.

Or at least one of their ships. It wasn’t her ship. The sail design was an obnoxious logo that came from the world’s most pompous, self-deluded asshole. Scumbag. This meant that the small fleet was on time to meet on the designated island, just as Luciano had said. Brian was supposedly stretched thin trying to find a specialist in order to sell a hot item. He had ordered his men to split up and find anyone who would cooperate, even under duress.

“Y/N!” Kid hollered from the deck.

She skipped steps in order to reach the ground faster.

“Who are they?”

“My prey.”

A sickening smile grew on Kid’s face, “Good timing. Wanted to see you wield these in battle.”

Y/N gave him a confused look as he placed gauntlets with wicked claws on each end.

“Give ‘em hell.”

“Thanks Kid,” she gave him a grateful smile. “You were wrong, you know.”

Kid’s fury welled on his face before she could finish.

“I do need you. Without you, I couldn’t have gotten here.”

“Haah?! Oh! Yeah, no big deal,” he brushed it off, face as red as his hair. “We -ahem- we good then?”

“Yeah.”

“And me?” Killer stood shoulder to shoulder to Kid.

“What have you done for me lately?”

“I do all your chores now!” he whined.

“Learn from your Captain then,” Y/N clicked her tongue. She sheathed the long sword and strapped the gauntlets over her hands. A perfect fit. It was made of a dark metal alloy shaped into human bones, bones of the hand actually, and fit the back of her hands and fingers perfectly. The metal metacarpal bones sat over her fingers snugly, the middle to distal phalanges covered her digits entirely. At the ends of each digit sat long, curled claws. She lightly dotted the pad of her pinky and drew blood, “These are elegant.”

“HMMPH,” Kid wore his proud grin loudly, only turning to begin shouting orders at the crew to prepare for interception.

The Victoria Punk sailed straight towards the vessel. Their target tried to evade them using the thickening fog but they couldn’t catch the wind. The Kid Pirates caught up to them in under three hours.

“We have no quarrel with you!” The Captain of the vessel shouted out as Kid used his powers to drop their anchor, creating multiple metal fists to seize their ships wheel and rudder too.

“Well I have beef with you all!” Kid retorted. He held their attention while Y/N observed the ship personnel from the crow’s nest with Killer.

“How much is the original crew?”

“About 10, so the rest must be with Brian. Don’t know who that Captain is. I’m not aiming for anyone that wasn’t my original crew so you all can do what you will to the others.”

“Thanks for the permission,” he scoffed.

“You’re VERY welcome that I’m sharing my pool of revenge, serial killer.”

A laugh and growl cross fired and got caught in his throat. Choosing dignity over retort, Killer followed her down the ladder to join Kid.

“What’s the plan?” Kid asked her.

“I’m going to take down everyone that was on my crew. I’ll kill the ones that I know won’t have any information and hack down the ones who do for later questioning. Luciano said Brian’s crew was out searching for a specialist so they may have some valuables on board. I’m looking for something personal.”

“The hot item?” Killer attached his scythes to his gauntlets.

“It’s a personal item,” Y/N insisted.

“What’s so special about it?” Kid took her hand and inspected the gauntlet, making sure it was on properly.

“My dad forged it. It’s the last thing I have to remember my family by,” she said sadly.

Must be the family legacy that asshole Donnie talked about. “I see. I understand why it’s important for you to take it back,” the redhead nodded solemnly. “C’mon, let’s go kill a bunch of bitches.”

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[batesmotelofficial]

Self torture and puking tw:

I got bored 🙂

*he sat in the house parlor, his head phones on and attached to one of the playlists he was listening to..*

*he stared down at the sandwich in front of him..he felt he would throw up at the sight...especially at the smell..it was severely out of date, enough to make someone sick..he wondered why he still had it..and why he was going to force himself to eat it..*

*but nonetheless, he looked around the room as the song changed..he felt helpless when he was alone like this..but not wanting to bother hailey..he just sat there, staring at the window for a moment*

*he looked back down at his plate before wrapping a blanket around his shoulders..the house got cold, even during the summer..maybe it was just him..*

*his eyes wandered over to the glass of milk, which was also out of date..by a good few months..he kept it so he could self punish himself..this was his least favorite thing that his mother would do to punish him, so he did it to himself when he thought he was bad..everyone said so this time, so he filled the glass to the brim..*

*he picked it up, taking a sip*

*the milk itself was tinted green from the mold, not that he noticed; but it was hard not to notice the clumps of dairy that slipped down his throat as he drank it all in one sitting..he out his hand over his mouth to keep from throwing up..again..he was already covered in it from pouring the milk..*

*he stared at the empty glass before looking back down at his plate, disturbed, he was always disturbed..or crazy..or psychotic..but he also always knew..*

*he picked the sandwich up, inspecting the blackish spots on the white bread..he wheezed as he convulsed again, and threw up, finally*

*usually he would've been put in the closet for this so he couldn't escape, but he thought that the closed windows and door helped well enough..he didn't want anybody to hear him*

*he finally took a bite of the sandwich. It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.. but it wasn't great, to say the least..he managed to finish..*

*he did puke the rest of it up, then went over to open the curtains and door, checking outside of each first. People have been watching them more often*

*he took his plate and glass out to the sink, washing them off to make sure there wasn't any remnants of him doing this again..in a span of two months..*

*he paused, convulsing again, he felt as though someone were near.. he tucked himself behind the refrigerator.. which was a terrible spot to hide, but there weren't many options*

*he didn't see anything, but it didn't help his paranoia.. he sighed before grabbing the mop and bucket, heading back into the living room to clean the mess he created from the heart*

[dotdotdotdotsometingidk]

-So let me see if I got that right. You knew about Roci, you knew about him kidnapping Law, and you let them do it, and now have the audacity to come and tell me that yourself?

-.... Yup.

He smiled. One of those scary ones. He poured a glass of wine but before he fills the glass he just drank from the bottle.

-And how do you hope to redeem yourself? Why did you think you'd walk out here alive?

-I did not.

-those are your last words?

I felt fear, I felt sorrow, but mostly, I felt regret. A life I could've had with Roci and Law, getting a chance to tell them how much I loved them, getting a chance to live a remotely better life than what I had till now, after all, there was suffering.

I remembered when I talked with Roci about him kidnapping Law.

-But you have to come with us!

I took a deep breath and held my head in my hand.

-I can't. If I come with you, he'll suspect us instantly. He'll find us and he'll figure it out.

-But I can't leave you here! You habe to run!

-No. I'm done running away. This is a war and I want us to win. I won't let any of you get hurt and I will NOT self sacfice. Trust me. Even if I die.

He looked at me for a few seconds and looked away.

-Don't get hurt Alex. Just.... Don't.

I looked at Doffy. I looked at him in the eyes, behind the glasses.

-No they were not. I came here indeed with a reason. Let's cut the crap. I need to talk.

-Talk? And what would you have to share that I might be intrested in?

-I know about the past. I know how you've been played. You might wanna kill me now, and you might even deliver. But believe me, you'd like to know this.

His eyes opened a little in shock. He looked a little intrigued, nevertheless, he was very angry.

-Talk.

I took a shaky breath. A teardrop fell from my eye. I looked up at him again. And I started talking.

***

-Here's your meal dusyan!

I took the plate from baby buffalo's hand. It was bread and molded cheese again. My stomach hurt so bad. I wasn't able to eat for the past few days. I used the food to train rats so I can have them chew the bars and help me out but they threw a mutiny and no I had to feed them or else they would eat me.

-Thank you buffalo.

-desyan!

I threw the food away on the ground for the rats and sat down. The cell was like always. The only soinds there was waves colliding with the ship, and wood crackling under the preesure. I went to a corner and hugged my legs as tight as possible and started crying silently. That's all I did for the last few months.

-So you're feeding the ship's rats!

It was the first time I saw Doffy after our last conversation. Was he here to finish me off?

-They threw a mutiny.

-.... You were defeated by rats?

- Yeah. They're rats.

-Fair enough.

He opened the cell's door and stood in front of me. I was scared. I really was. I didn't even know I was that scared of him.

-What is it?

He didn't say anything. Instead, he sighed and started walking across the cell.

-I just don't know why you're such an idiot!

-Because of the rats?

-Because you could've ran away! You stayed here where YOU KNEW I'll kill you for what? So you can tell me... That? You could've told me that in a better situation! When you could've survived!

-Could I?

-You know I have to kill you now! Why did you have to make it this way?

-let me tell you something.

He stopped and looked at me. I stood up as well and walked toward him.

-I am stubborn as fuck. Roci and Law are gonna survive, and you're gonna survive. And I will not sacrfice myself, even if I die. Sure I suffer, but this is a win.

He looked at me for a little while. He was frowning. He held his face with his hands.

- What I said. An idiot.

I grinned.

-I sure am.

[hypersomniaaboutsleeping]

Bury me where they won't find me. | 2 | Can I sell you my soul?

(Name) | (Part of character) | (Name of chapter)

- ...Chekaa-Cheka, open up! - Kolka was banging on the yellow-brown-orange door to the apartment.

The brunette was raging as if he was breathing for the last time every single day at the door to the Chekatov shelter, and was clearly going to arrange a new story "about the saw" if the ill-fated obstacle to entry here was not opened to him soon. Fortunately (or not), the front door is made of iron or obviously something similar to it. He was so engrossed in peeking through the peephole "on the other side" that he did not even notice the grannies and others walking by, whom he usually greets automatically in response. And even more so..

Fyodor lowered the grocery bags with a dramatic sigh.

- You're a fucker.

- Fuck.

- Prick.

Usually you can't even get a word out of Cheka. Not the most talkative, but a pedant in life, though rather arrogant. However, it fits perfectly with his "role".

But once Nikolai started to do something dumb, there would be no censorship left. Of course, this did not repel the girls at all, until they realized that their place would have to be shared with the fuck.. A knee from the next floor, which was an emotional grenade. Vasiliev just always turned out to be in the right place at the right time, and somehow Chekatov didn't care.

Well, in fact, Fedya himself was a pain in the ass, just quieter than this tractor.

- No, Vasiliev, there are no sweets for you. It's lucky that your parents are not at home, otherwise your father would forbid you to communicate with me. - In search of keys, the young man was checking his leather jacket.

- It would be 13 times in a week, - Kolya replied, shoving candy wrappers into his pockets. - I thought you were just at home.. You won't wear a leather jacket with them.

- That's right. Hey, STOP!

Fyodor realized his mistake instantly. Letting the person next to you into the apartment was akin to inviting the apocalypse. That's a cunning asshole, he slipped through while the door was opening.

Chekatov's appearance contrasted with his character and could often deceive those who had not known him for a long time. Faded gray eyes, shoulder-length blond hair - changing them meant going against God, and, accordingly, devout parents to complete the picture. Vasiliev had another story, which he preferred not to talk about. And the appearance is also different. Maybe somewhere in his family there is someone of Asian roots, from whom he has brown hair and narrow eyes.. Greenish, more like mold or ooze. And they were also terribly curled into curls.

Until Fyodor remembers about them, and forces Vasiliev to go to the bathroom and comb his hair. The first one could take good care of himself.

- If you don't take off your shoes and fold them, I'll send you out.

And it clicked.

- Take a breath, you bastard.

It's late, Nikolai has already settled into his father's chair, and is clearly fast asleep. Nothing unusual, however, it really bothered Check. When he wakes up, he'll get hit on the neck or something else. Glory.. Well, not to him, at least to the devils from the walls of the entrance.

Vasiliev never drank, rather, it was he who followed Fedya for a long time with his tail, who started dancing when his parents began to leave him alone. And even then, Cheka sensed something was wrong - his parents had gone to serve in a temple in another city, and Kolya was wandering anywhere, without receiving a single call or SMS from the "trustees". However, it was worth saying "thank you" for that, and now - let him work up.

It's just Fedya's turn now.

- You fool.

Kolya was silently wrapped in a blanket and a basin was prudently placed next to her, wincing at the smell of alcohol that was in the air. He didn't like the smell of incense, wax.. And alcohol made me want to vomit all the more. At least now, yes. Stormy youth gave way to reckless youth, and forced me to memorize which pills would help later. Oh, and the water.

Suddenly Vasiliev opened his eyes.

- Can I sell you my soul?

Chekatov rolled his eyes, realizing that the answer was obligatory and should be voiced. Truth.. As soon as he opened his mouth, he took a convulsive breath and squeezed his eyes shut, closing his thin lips. What is this all of a sudden? He always nodded beautifully or replied dryly, "Yeah.". But now. There was a feeling that he was breaking the protective circle of salt, now calmly letting a demon under the name Nikolai Vadimovich Vasiliev into his personal space.

However, no one will remember it later. You never know what people say when they're drunk.

- It's already mine. - Fyodor snorts.

Vasiliev laughs in response, leaning back on the armrest again. Seeing his neck, Fedora twists the way she used to with the most idiotic actions of any of them. So pale, the lips are compressed into a thin strip, and Checka checks whether the door to the apartment is closed.. One floor above.

- Sober up, now, Ni-ko-la.

No one, thank God, paid attention to the fact that Chekatov was closing the door to the apartment of the Vasilyev alcoholics. "- We went to the store, where - I have no idea"; "No, Kolka stays with me to prepare for the tests, Maryvanna.."; "Yes, Aunt Masha left that five hundred for you there. Maybe they'll come back soon.." and many others who just took my word for it.

He also gave the money right now, a third of the scholarship was crying.

Wash it.

Wash them all.

The first thought that visits an empty head in an instant when crossing the threshold is already his twenty-sixth, and not Kolya's ill-fated twenty-fourth apartment - everything needs to be washed.

And then Vasiliev, who still looks so piercingly. Right into the soul.

- I refused to go for a bottle. I'm dirty. - And he sat down, hugging his knees to him. He reads thoughts.

- Don't make excuses, go wash up. We'll burn these clothes, take the other ones out of the apartment..

Nikolai nodded silently. He understood. I understand perfectly. Cheka has a plan. Some young man guessed. He preferred not to think about morality now...

[goldensunset]

if i die i die

[charminggirl512]

bad girl // chibs telford x oc

Chibs Telford x F!OC (Ellie Drysdale/Telford)

Warnings: 18+, smut, language

Word Count: 1,757

 The sounds of keys clanking into the lock wakes me up and I sit up slowly to avoid puking. The couple of bottles of liquor that I drank last night do not agree with me, and I would probably feel at least a little bit bad if Unser had to clean up my puke. I slap Gemma's leg a couple of times and she startles awake. Once we're both standing up, we finally realize who has bailed us out this time.

"Ha! I told you mine would come first this time," I tease her and she rolls her eyes.

"I'll pay you once Wayne gives me my purse back. You cheated somehow and I'm gonna figure out how you did it so that I win next time," She retorts as we walk out of our shared cell towards my very ticked-off boyfriend. 

"Hi, baby," I say and grip the leather of his kutte to attempt to peck his lips but he turns his face at the last second so that my lips land on his cheek. 

"Don't 'hi, baby' me, darling. You're in trouble this time," Chibs replies, still attempting to look annoyed with me.

"Oh, is the big bad biker gonna spank me? Maybe you should be the one in the cell, sir," I mock him which just seems to piss him off more.

"No, you'll enjoy it too much. But I do plan on not fucking you for a couple of days until you learn your lesson." 

   My face drops and that seems to bring a smile to his lips. He kisses the top of my head before leading me out to his bike where Clay is arguing with Gemma once again. Chibs pulls my helmet over my tangled curls and ensures that it's on properly before finally pulling me against him and molding our lips together, his tongue pillaging my mouth until we're both breathless. 

"I'm taking you to my house and then we're going to talk about this, Ellie. I can't keep getting calls from Unser telling me that you've been arrested again," He says firmly when we finally separate, his hands holding my face and his thumb stroking my cheek. 

"I'm sorry," I whisper and I know that it won't be enough, but it'll be a start. 

   He climbs on the bike first and I follow, pressing my cheek against his patch and winding my arms around his waist. I let the breeze distract me as he drives us to his house, most likely because he knows that if we go back to Gemma's where I'm still living, we'll have to overhear her and Clay either fighting or fucking. Once we're inside, I push off my ridiculous heels and head towards Chibs' room to change into some of his clothes. As I'm buttoning one of his button-downs, he enters the room and sits on the edge of the bed, running his hands through his hair. I step between his legs and play with his hair while he rests his head against my stomach, his hands rubbing up and down the back of my thighs.

"You ready to tell me what happened?" I sigh deeply and launch into the story.

"Gem and I went out for a couple of drinks and got a little rowdy. The bartender didn't like that we were being loud, so he tried to kick us out. Gemma threw her drink in his face and when he grabbed her arm roughly, I punched him in the face. He called Unser and he picked us up and took us back to the jail. I guess he didn't call you and Clay until this morning."

"Oh, no. He called us last night before he even went and picked you two up," He replies and I push his head back to look at me. "Ellie, that's the third time this month that I've had to see you asleep in a jail cell. If it happens again, I'm not bailing you out. You'll sit in there until Unser releases you or someone else comes to pay your bail, but I'm not going to do it again." 

"It won't happen again, but it's also not that big of a deal, Chibs," I mutter and that gets his attention.

"Not that big of a deal? Ellie, if you two fuck with the wrong guy just one time, I'll be picking you up from the morgue. You're not careful. You put yourself at risk and it scares the fuck out of me. Either you get it together, or we're done." I shove him away at that and he stands up and fixes me with a glare.

"I'm not careful? I put myself at risk? Jesus fuck, Chibs, your entire job is you not being careful and putting yourself at risk." He shakes his head at that and I step closer to him, pushing my finger into his chest. "Every morning, I wake up and pray that I'm not gonna get a call from one of your brothers telling me you're dead. So until you stop constantly being in danger, I'll continue to do the same." 

"What I do is to protect you! It's to protect anyone connected to the club. Fuck, if I didn't love you, Eleanor, I wouldn't do what I have to do. I would be going about my life, fucking random chicks, and drinking myself away. But, I do love you so I put myself in danger because it means that I get to see you breathing just one more day."

   He's so angry that he's almost panting when he finishes his rant, but I'm just in shock. We've never said that we love each other before, and of course, it would come out in the middle of an argument, like a bad cliche. 

"You love me?" 

"Shut up," He says before grabbing my face and kissing me. 

   I wrap myself around him and he's quick to pick me up and lead us to his bed. He throws me down and leans back to rip open my shirt, buttons flying everywhere, and I pull him back down to me. I nip at his lip before sliding my tongue into his mouth. Of course, he has to be the dominant one, so he takes over, pulling gasps and moans from my lips as he massages my bare tits and grinds himself against me. He moves down my neck, leaving his mark on me like a caveman. 

"I love you," I gasp out as he wraps his lips around my nipple, and his hand slides into the front of my panties. He teases my entrance before dragging the moisture there up to my clit while his lips continue their assault all over my tits and neck. 

"You're my pretty little slut, aren't you? Mine to fuck and to love and to yell at until I'm blue in the face to keep you safe. My little lamb, always so ready for me," He says into my ear as he pushes his fingers inside of me and continues to apply pressure to my clit with his thumb. 

"Always, baby. You fuck me so good that I don't know how I ever lived without your cock inside of me. Please, fuck me. Fuck me like you hate me and kiss me like you love me." 

   My words send him into a frenzy and he literally rips my panties off of me before throwing the torn fabric over his shoulder. He unbuckles his belt and pulls his dick out, just barely applying pressure at my entrance before thrusting all the way in. He's so deep in me that I see the bulge in my belly before he pushes down on it, sending pleasure through my body. I let out a loud moan as he pushes one of my knees up by my chest and snaps his hips into me so roughly that I know that there'll be bruises on my hips and thighs tomorrow. 

"You love when I'm rough with you, don't you, darlin'? It reminds you that you're just a hole for me to stick my dick in until I spray you with my come. You love to be degraded so much that you're dripping all over my cock, lamb."  He reaches between us to make tight circles on my clit with his thumb, pulling me closer to the edge with every rotation. 

"I'm just a dirty little slut who loves to be fucked," I moan out as his thrusts get even rougher. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come."

"Come all over my cock, baby, and then I'm fucking you from behind so that I can see that ass bounce while I remind you who you belong to." 

   I scream out his name as my pussy squeezes him before I come, my walls spasming around him. He barely gives me a second to recover before he's pulling out of me and flipping me over. I've just put my ass in the air when he slams into me and chases his own release. At this moment, I really am just a hole for him to fuck and I love it. His dick hits my g-spot with every thrust and he slaps my ass so hard that there'll be red handprints on there for at least a couple of hours. I chant his name over and over again as I come again and he presses his front to my back as he finally comes inside of me. 

   The only sounds in the room are our pants as come down. Chibs pushes my hair out of the way before pressing kisses down my spine and on the handprints that cover my bottom. I collapse onto the mattress and he gets a warm washcloth from the bathroom before kneeling by the side of the bed and wiping my pussy. He flips me over and peppers kisses all over my face, my favorite form of aftercare. 

"I wasn't too rough with you, was I, lamb?" I shake my head and he gently kisses my lips one time before pulling both of us underneath the covers.

"I love you, Chibby," I whisper to him as he presses his front to my back with his hand rubbing circles on my stomach. 

"I love you, my little Ellie." 

"By the way, if that's the way that you fuck me when I get into trouble, expect to be getting a lot of phone calls." I feel him shake his head before dragging me closer to him. We fall asleep like that and soak up our love for one another. 

[nahoney22]

Tender Hearts*** part (2/2)

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Dogma X F!Reader

word count: 3.3k

You take Dogma back to your place and help take away all his troubles.

warnings: NSFW, smut train ahead 🚂. 18+ only so minors be gone. Female reader giving oral, p in v sexy times, face sitting, kissy, cuteness, nervous Dogma, slight praise kink, cream pie ♥️ this has taken me ages to get to but big shoutout to @rain-on-kamino who helped me with a section of this part. Hope you enjoy. Not proofread.

Masterlist ♥️

part one | part two

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Was it nerves? Excitement? Fear? Lust? He couldn’t work out the sensation that overrides his body as he followed you to your place.

He hung back a little, watching the way your hips swayed as you walked and and licked his lips, a growing arousal emerging from tasting the fragrant and tingling sensation on them from the kiss you shared at 79’s. He hadn’t drank anythinganything, but he felt drunk. Completely intoxicated. He didn’t even realise you had come to a halt outside your door, looking over your shoulder and fluttering your lashes at him.

“We’re here, Dogma.”

He stiffens, in every way. He stands back as he gazes at you pushing the code into your door and watch it open with a hiss. You step inside with him following behind.

Call it what you will, but as soon as he followed through and the door closed, his hands could not help but fly to your waist and bring you to him.

“Ooh! Someone’s eager.” You purr excitedly, a small burn in your gut as you feel his deft fingers caress the fabric to your clothes. Your words seemed to pull him back into reality, cheeks flaming red in embarrassment.

“Apologies, I should’ve-.” He goes to let go but it was you who pressed yourself flushed against him, feeling every inch of his muscle from under his blacks against you.

“Don’t apologise,” you whisper softly, almost afraid that if you spoke any louder it’d scare him away, “I like a dominant man.”

The clone melts at your words and finds himself wrapping his arms around you. From the moonlight that shined in through your apartment windows, his eyes glowed in only what you could describe as honey coloured bewilderment. “Can I kiss you, ma’am?”

You hum in little amusement, leaning in towards him until your nose brushes against his. “You can do whatever you’d like.” You enticed and it certainly worked as his lips came crushing to yours.

Rushed, messy but full of something you had never felt before in a man: pure want. He needed this. He needed the way your lips molded against his, he needed the feeling of your hands trailing up from behind the back of his neck to his cheeks and just holding him. For him it felt like oxygen, swallowing your sweet little sighs as he tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss.

You felt yourself shiver, a silent victory and desire that fuelled your reaction. This should have happened ages ago. He had been watching you just as much as you had been watching him. Always tiptoeing around each other in the hangar until he came to see you today. You were excited and felt wanted. His stomach was in knots, heart racing and he felt on fire. You had parted your mouth and with hunger and hesitancy, you slowly brushed your tongue against his lower lip.

Oh fuck.

Dogma jerked away, eyes wide in shock and surprise and you felt panic rain down on you like a cold shower. “D-Dogma I’m sorry, was that too much?”

He stared at you, not once blinking with his arms down to his sides as you stared back, almost horrified.

He didn’t budge, didn’t even reply until some bolt of courage ran through him and he marched back up to you, grabbing a hold of you and pinning you against the wall with your arms above your head.

“Dogma!” You gasp, wide-eyed but not at all frightened. Before you could ask what it was he was doing, his mouth was back on yours but this time it was harsher than before and hungry. So fucking hungry.

Open mouthed, he savages your lips as he slips his tongue against yours and you have to do everything in your power to not collapse as your knees begin to buckle.

Dogma felt you give a delirious moan as his tongue danced against yours, the feeling of your wet and hot tongue gave him senses of ecstasy and even more so when he felt you rut against him ever so slightly.

Soon enough, you both pulled away and heavy panting. “That was…”

“Yeah.” You breathed in response, a daze in your eyes as you felt your body twitch all over.

Dogma felt his confidence skyrocket for a second until you took his hand and led him to what could only be your bedroom.

You're kissing him again, hands against his chest and teasingly pushing back until his legs hit the edge of the bed and he goes tumbling onto your mattress. He stares up at you, his Adam’s apple bobbing as you slowly peel your clothes away from your skin, making sure to tease him.

The length in his pants was unmissable. You had heard rumors from your friends that Clones were heavenly blessed with such a feature and you were possibly moments away from seeing it. But then, you saw his face.

Innocent. So innocent.

You tilt your head to the side and smile softly at him and despite being completely exposed, you had never felt so warm. You certainly had never felt so enamored by a man. “Dogma?”

He looks up at you, trickles of sweat drops glistening along his tattoo. “Yes?”

Slowly, you step towards him until you’re close enough to place your hands either side of the bed and seductively crawl over the top of him until your face is inches away from his. “Have you done anything like this before, sweetheart?”

“No.” He speaks, voice shaking with the word.

“Then what is it you what?” You hum, grazing yourself lips along his jaw. “My lips on you and caressing every inch of your skin?”

He sighs into you, his nose against your shoulder and softly inhaling the scent of your hair. “P-please.”

“Dogma,” you whisper his name like a prayer as your lips trail up towards his ear, “I’ll help you forget everything you’ve suffered. I’ll show you what pleasures your body can go through.”

The clone trembles beneath you, his cock throbbing behind the fabric of his blacks as you tease him with sweet-nothings. His hands finally make a move, coming up to your bare waist and trailing along the length of your body. “My pain… my suffering won’t end.” His voice was timid but the sad truth behind his reality of life pangs your heart like a blaster bolt.

“Then let me help you. I’ll give you all of me. Taste me, sweetheart. Let me fix your tender heart.” You nibble tantalisingly gently at his ear, moving one hand to cup his cheek as you pull away and look at him lovingly in the eyes. “Taste me. Feel me. Find out what makes me moan and what makes me scream your name.”

Dogma’s chest heaved with great trepidation. Could he go through with this? After all the times he dissed his brothers for breaking the rules about attachments? Here you were, willing to give him everything. Him.

Fuck it. What does he have to lose?

He lunges forward and captures your lips against his, flushing your nude and luxurious body down to his as he kissed you with such passion and need that he had you breathless in a matter of seconds.

“I want you. I want you more than anything.” He ushers against your lips before his lips start attacking your neck sensationally.

“You have me, I’m here.” You moan as you feel him suck on that delicate part of your neck.

He becomes drunk at the taste of you. Just the taste of your skin alone was causing his mind to whirlwind and didn’t even grasp the words that were about to pour out of his mouth.

“Sit on my face, mesh’la.”

Blood rushes to your cheeks and your pussy throbs in excitement and he stops kissing your neck and pulls back to read your expression. “Sorry, was that too forward?”

A smirk grows on your glowing face and you push against his chest so he is laying flat on the bed before moving up on him even more. “I’d be glad to take a seat somewhere more… comfy?” You waggle your brows at him and a wide smile plasters his features and watches as you kneel just over his face, warm breathing fanning at your exposed heat.

He grasps onto your thighs, slowly lowering you and you feel your mouth water as you gaze down at him, seeing him between your legs with lust filled eyes. “Come here honey, let me taste you.”

You let out a yelp when you suddenly are pulled down by the hips, firmly seating yourself onto his face. Instinctively, you brace forward and your hands grip your headboard as he gives a perilously slow lick against your core.

“Oh, kriff Dogma,” you breathily whine as the Clone drags his tongue deep between your folds, lapping up every drop of your dripping arousal that he craved.

Moaning against your pussy, Dogma sent shock waves of pleasure throughout your core. “You taste so good.” He grumbles with a low growl, his thoughts speaking for him. When his tongue swirls around your clit, you instinctively grind your hips down, pressing your pussy further against his hot mouth.

He moans again, pleased that he was taking what you desired from him. For someone who was so shy, so reserved, he was fucking filthy. You hazard a guess that he was more willing to let loose right now and that was simply because he was too lost in the haze of pleasure.

Dogma watches you writhe above him and he doesn’t hesitate to grab fistfuls of your arse to encourage you to grind your soaking cunt against his tongue as much as you both wanted. He could simply drown in the taste of your pussy and he wouldn’t complain at all.

From where he lay, he watches your reactions through lidded eyes.

Maker, she’s a beautiful vision to behold, he thinks to himself. Your once styled hair is now a mess from you raking your fingers through it, makeup now slightly smudged. He can faintly make out tears pin pricking at the corners of your eyes.

Your mouth hangs slightly agape, the sweetest moans and whines continuously falling from your lips like a siren’s song. He reaches up to you, cupping a breast and giving it a gentle squeeze as he knew you were about to become undone in a matter of moments.

“Dogma… mmmmph…. I’m going to-.” Your whimpers didn’t go unnoticed as he sucked against your throbbing bud, eyes locked on your face as you began to hit your high.

You're begging him, whimpering above him as your hips unconsciously buck. He’s sucking perfectly, the right amount of suction and pressure that soon had you seeing stars the galaxy couldn’t give you. Dogma curses under his breath, purely pussy drunk as he tastes the fluids that seeped onto his tongue as you cum.

You go limp, dazed and fucked out of your mind and Dogma panics a little, moving you so he could lay you down and cuddle up beside you. “Are you okay, my love?”

My love.

Again, he didn’t think about the words that came seeping out of his mouth but as you turn to look at him with those lust-filled eyes, he didn’t care for a second if you rejected his strong feelings.

“I’m… perfect. You’re perfect.” You sigh, allowing your body to relax as your nerves start to twitch as you come down from your climax.

You look between his legs this time, his length still aching in the confines of his blacks. Gently, your hand goes down and strokes along his toned thigh, rising higher and higher until your hand ghosts over his throbbing length.

He hissed but of pleasure, licking his lower lip as he watched in awe as you began to palm over it and soon you shifted until you sat between his thighs and pulled down the lower half of his blacks.

It springs free and your mouth parts just a little. He watches you for a reaction, nervous but as you have it an experimental pump - his nerves faded.

His cock had the most perfect shade to it, tip already leaking with precum. It had a curve but only slight and had the ideal girth. “Stunning.” You whisper, eyes slowly closing as you lean down and gently start to suck on his head.

You became encouraged by the sounds of his moans, swirling your tongue around the tip before pulling away with a small pop.

His breathing staggers and his hands grip the duvet beneath him tightly. He utters your name and you look up at him from between his legs and the sight almost makes him cum right there and then. Your pupils were wide with lust, mouth parted and lips wet with want as you stroke his length up and down before you take him all in your mouth; eyes unwavering.

He couldn’t even string out a word to say this time, his elbows that had him propped up failed him and he collapsed flat back on the bed as he felt your tongue wrap itself around him as you bop your head up and down. “S-s-so…”

“So what? Good?” You smirk against him as he became a mewling mess and he let out a grunt which could only be of an agreement. His fingers find their way into your hair, his fingers caressing your scalp until he takes a fistful and guides your mouth.

His tip hits the back of your throat, your stomach going all a flutter and so you cup his balls and fondle them carefully.

Dogma sighs in nothing but pleasure at this point, the feeling of his cock in the cavern of your wet mouth and quivering throat making his hips twitch up.

You go on for only a few more seconds until his grip in your hair tightens and he pulls you straight off his cock and panting heavily. “I… I don’t want to cum, just yet. If you’ll allow me to, I want to last longer and-.”

“And?” You needle him with a raise of your eyebrows.

He gulps. “And to have sex with you.”

Your face softens and you nod, crawling over his body with his cock sliding against your stomach.

In awe, his hands move to your side and every so sweetly flips you onto your back so now he’s the one hovering over you. “Mesh’la.”

You didn’t understand the word he said but you both readied yourselves. You were rather eager, excited even. Meanwhile Dogma was unsure, nervous.

You waited for him, just as you had done for months. Patiently.

Noticing him mentally preparing, you stretch your legs open a little wider for him, a silent invitation as he sits between your now parted legs and pumps at his cock in preparation.

A billow of confidence strikes him as he looks at your wanting face. He positions himself ready, lining his cock up with your entrance and he breathes heavy as he feels how wet you are. Beautiful.

In a swift and almost expert motion, he’s in you. He’s stretching your walls and you’re certain your eyes have rolled right into the back of your head as you gave a warbling bawl.

“You okay?” He panics for a moment, ready to pull out of you but as you grip onto his forearms to hold him there, you laugh. Soft, euphoric and angelic.

“You’re amazing.” You sighed dreamily, adjusting slowly to his girth and motion for him to continue.

Of course he was hesitant to proceed but the warmth of your pussy was making his blood boil in desire and soon enough he began to thrust.

The size of him stretched your flesh as the immense pressure of being filled by him brought you close to the edge of ecstasy again. He’s moaning, eyes closed and completely focused. He looked stunning.

“Faster… please…”

“Anything for you.” His eyes open slowly and the sight of you writhing beneath him was so satisfactory that his knees almost buckled.

As you commanded, he set a fast, pleasure inducing pace.

“Fuck!” You curse out loud, not caring at all of your neighbors who were always ever so nosey hearing your cry out in pure ecstasy. After all, the most beautiful man in the galaxy was plowing into you.

Each thrust he gave was welcomed with a wanton moan, his name falling from your lips from your hoarse throat. It was good, so good. Too good. You knew you never wanted him to stop because it felt incredible of his length filling you completely.

Placing your hands on the bed, you push yourself up to arch your back, lifting your hips off the bed to allow greater freedom of movement as you meet Dogmas ramming thrusts eagerly. Your internal muscles grasp at him as wave upon wave of pleasure built within you, until you begin to teeter on the sensitive of completion.

His arms grasp down against your waist, circling his muscular arms around you and brings you to him, cock straining inside you beautifully.

You shudder under his touch and your arms wrapped around the back of his neck as you sink further into him and smirk as you notice he still had his upper blacks on. “Can we take this off?” You gesture, fiddling with the hem of its collar and he nods, eagerly.

You slide it away from him before grinding against him, eyes focused on his glistening chest that was layered with sweat and what a sight of it was to behold! Tanned, toned and thankworthy. “Oh Dogma,” you moan as you slide up and down on him, “you’re perfect.”

He felt himself choke. “S-so are you.” He stutters pathetically, not really caring.

His climax however was rising in the pit of his stomach, as was yours. His eyes become hooded and mouth slack as you pressed yourself flush against him, grating against his cock and whispering sweet praises in his ear. “You’re so good at this, do you feel how…mmm… how wet you’ve made me?” You rasp, the clone nodding his head in much need.

“Feels s’good.” He groans and bravely spanks your rear which makes you yelp but smirk.

You thrust against one another some more, kisses being stolen here, there and everywhere you both could. But soon, that climax in his stomach was about to burst. “K-Kriff I think I’m gonna-.”

“Do it. Cum inside me, fill me up with your seed.” You shamelessly beg for his releases just as much as yours. Vulgar and every filthy words you knew pours out in the bedroom, both of your moans increasing with every lurch he seethed into your cunt. Your fingers bury against his back, clawing at it to keep you up right as his thrusts become staggered until you feel it.

Hot. Scorching. His seed spitting into you as you spasm on him, hitting your high and seeing stars and planets as he let out a barking shout as he came.

He slumps forward, careful not to crush you as you both fall flat on the bed in a middle of sweat and cum.

He’s silent, aside from his breathing.

“Dogma….?”

Tiredly, his softening cock slips out from you and casts a blushing gaze in your direction. “Yes, my love?”

Those words, again. So pure.

“That was amazing. Thank you.” You whisper, rolling onto your side to trace your fingers up and down his heaving chest. He gathers that this was aftercare rather quickly and wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer and trailing his fingers up and down your arm.

“I should be the one thanking you. For allowing me to do this.”

“Well,” you smile, “I hope this isn’t the last time. My love.”

Eventually, you find yourself almost crawling to the refresher to clean yourself up and upon your return, your heart thunders at the sight of Dogma sleeping peacefully in your bed.

Finally, he’s found some peace.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

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[ssa-daddyhotchner]

Maybe... just this once?

A/N

Nothing like some smut to make myself feel better

Summery: Aaron is overworked and he needs to get out some frustration... that's it

Warnings: NSFW, oral (m receiving) age gap, v penetration (pregnancy doesn't exist here), fingering

Word count - 1.8k

Material list

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I loved my job, always helping out with my students and seeing the joy on their face when they passed their tests. Specifically the dedicated ones that wanted nothing more than to succeed. 

It was a hard week, it always was this time of year. With paperwork and exams surrounding me. Not just that but the constant consultations under my door when I came home. Even when I was off the clock I wasn’t. I was mentally drained and I wanted nothing more than to sit down and let my brain turn off. 

When the last paper was placed on the side of my desk I let my head rest and I took deep breaths. All I had to was drag my body towards the car and put the keys in the ignition. 

I don’t remember the drive home, for all I know I could’ve ran every red light but I didn’t care. 

When the door swung open I noticed the lights in the kitchen were still on. Now I felt like shit even more than I already did. “Y/n”, I called out. I saw her legs step out from behind the wall. My eyes floated up her body until I saw her face and I shook my head. God I need sleep. 

“I’m sorry for staying out so late and not calling ahead.” I shrugged off my coat, threw it on the hook, and made my way towards her. It was the first time I got a glimpse of the clock, it was one o’clock in the morning. 

“It’s alright, I figured it would happen eventually. Do you want a drink?”

Her warm eyes met mine, “Yes actually, thank you.” 

My hand was on the counter while I took a sip from the beer she handed me. “Rough day?”, she asks to which I sighed gruffly. 

“Something like that.” She takes a beer for herself and leans against the wall. 

“Tell me about it.” 

“You don’t want to know all the boring details.” 

“Well I know how boring it must be being a professor and all but clearly,” She gestures to my body while smirking. Holding so much tension I’m griping the bottle and clenching my jaw till my teeth hurt. “you need to let it out. Let me help you.” I could sense the sarcasm. As much as I liked it I wasn’t feeling up to our usual banter. 

“Another time, I really just wanna rest.” She nods and pushes off the wall to stand in front of me. Not enough to invade my space but enough for me to get a whiff of her perfume. 

My head feels dizzy and I meet her eyes. “How about a movie then? Your pick. I have a clear schedule today. I can leave after.” I wandered down the hallway and into my room. Stripping from the tie and button down. 

By the time I walked back out she was curled up on the couch with a blanket laid over her legs. Her shirt was pulled up passed her hips and molded to her side, showing the curve of her waist. Like she sensed my stare her head turned. A small smile spread on her face, "I got more beer."

I walked over and she handed me another after I dropped next to her. Her hand extended across the cushion and she handed me the remote. My fingertip brushed the back of her hand. I could easy get a grip on her wrist and pull her close to me. Letting me kiss the soft plain of her skin.

Catching myself I muttered thank you and turned on a movie. Throughout the course of the movie we had drank several beers. My whole body buzzed with heat. My eyes seemed to have a mind of their own and I scanned the woman next to me.

The blanket was now on the floor and she was left with shorts that went farther than I thought. Was she wearing those before.

She shifted her leg off the pillow and it landed on my lap. We were both too gone to care but that didn't stop me from putting a palm on her calf.

I heard the small gasp leave her lips. She didn't protest the action, seeing a small glint in her now expanding pupils. "I'm sorry", I said.

"It's okay." She soon put her other leg on my lap. Was she doing this on purpose. If she was then it was an offering? I wanted to know if her intentions were clear or a mindless action. 

What did I want to happen. Have we flirted before... sure but that was innocent right? Nothing was ever going to happen she was far too young. She had a job and did it fairly well. My daughter loved her and I was quite fond of her. A touch here and there. A lingering hand on my bicep when she hugged me.

My hands moved and soothed up and down her legs. I saw her chest move the slightest bit faster and the beating of her heart. I don't know how long that went on but soon she was sitting up next to me.

"You okay?" She asked now having a hand on my thigh. How did this escalate? We're drunk-- fuck

"What're you doing?" 

She stilled her movements and looked at me, "Do you want me to stop?"

I should say yes, both of us clearly intoxicated and not thinking clearly. I never would’ve said yes with a sober mind or her for that fact. But of course they say drunk minds speak sober thoughts and that was the case. 

I shook my head and her fingers kneaded the flesh under my sweatpants. God the littlest thing could get me off right now.

With a hand settled on the nape of her neck I pulled her into me. My lips molding with hers like putty. Her taste flooded my mind and I pushed further, slipping her the smallest bit of my tongue.

She greatly accepted with a moan and her hand palmed over my hard on. She pulled away with a smirk. "Are you sure?" I asked.

This is a terrible idea. "No its not. We both want this."

I had said that out loud and she was right, we both wanted this. The amount of time I thought about gripping her hips was sinful.

She sized me up and my eyes fluttered shut. She tugged my head back to hers and kissed me. Her hand slid past my waistband and my cock was met with her hot hand. I hissed at the contact and that only spurred her on.

It had been far too long since I had sex. Most would consider it sad but it wasn't in the cards for me unless it was strictly a hookup... that wasn't me an I always hated how it made me feel afterwards. I needed some sort of connection and right now that was happening. Any other day I would’ve resisted but, maybe for once I could get what I wanted. 

I felt her lowering and I pulled her hair back up. Her face was pink, heat already rising up the back of her neck. "I want to do this." She said confidently and processed to lick the side of my cock.

Her hot mouth wrapped around the tip and her tongue swirled in circles. My fingers tightened around her roots. Dropping her mouth, she was so wet, spit coated me and her hand easily glided with her movements.

My heart raced, her tongue ran up and down the size of me, and to the slit of my dick. Tugging on my strains I made her face me. “We need to be quiet okay?” I whispered raggedly. Her eagerness dragged me over her. 

Her hair was spread out on the pillows and she gazed up at me. Moving my head I lifted her shirt and took those beautiful tits into my mouth. Her back arched into my chest and my finger toyed with the outside of her underwear. 

“Please.” I pushed the fabric aside and my fingertip rubbed her clit with the slightest bit of pressure. The low hums of pleasure filled the living room, I kissed her and took in every little noise. 

Pushing a finger inside she released a small whine. I reached to the sides and brought her legs to wrap around my sides. I never stopped the stroke of my fingers against her walls and the tightening of her told me all I needed to know. 

“Come on, I know you can do it for me.” My other hand dragged over her scalp and pushed hair from her face, cupping her cheek, anything I could do to make her feel wanted and not used. 

Through her orgasm she tugged my body closer, her breath in my ear. With the wet kisses she laid on the column of my neck I slid a hand under her ass and pushed forwards.

Her gasp twisted into a breathy moan, "You feel that princess, all for you."

With a firm bite to my lip she responded, "Don't make me beg for it."

Her hands were in my waistband once again, "I wouldn't want you to do that... unless you asked" A crooked smile spread across her gorgeous face. With her help I kicked off my pants and boxers. 

My cock nestled in-between her thighs, with a guided hand, and a slow push it all happened too fast. Her grip tightened in my hair and my hand was quick to cover her mouth when her moan started pouring out.

"Quiet... remember." She nodded and whimpered matching up with the slow pace I was building.

Her body gripped me tight and felt like it was sucking me inside her more, like her body couldn't get enough. My hand returned to her ass, tilting her hips upwards to get a deeper angle. "Fuc--fuck."

My forehead rested on hers, "Come on." 

Heavy breaths and moans were suppressed with her lips locked onto mine and she wasn’t letting go anytime soon. The heat surrounded us and she had sweat covering the valley between her breasts. 

I wanted it to last as long as I could make it but the combination her squeezing my cock with every pump and her nails now dragging from my lower back to shoulders I knew it wasn't going to happen. 

I gripped her thighs and swung them to press against her chest. “Aaron oh--”, she gasped and bit her hand. Kneeing over her my hand settled on her hip and I drove into her continuously. 

I muttered under my breath and when the time came I completely covered her with my body. “I think we need to breathe Aaron.” I chuckled and nodded, pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

Her hands carded through my hair and stared into my eyes. 

I could hear our hearts beating in sync, “I don’t want this to be the last time.” 

I ran my thumb over her bottom lip, “We’ll figure it out, okay.” I sat up and handed her clothes back to her. 

“Okay.” She whispered. 

[tonguetiedraven]

Oooh if you're taking requests how about... hmm, y'know what. I'm a sucker for ShiroLives!au's so maybe you could do a short lil one shot about Rin gushing to Shiro abour Ryuuji or possibly Ryuuji meeting Shiro for the first time? Please and thank you^^

What a fun prompt!! I wrote this as a sort of prequel to another ShirouLives! fic I have: "Study Sessions and Teasing Talks" but it's a standalone piece too. Takes place pre-relationship, and is just Rin rambling about Ryuuji while Shirou is thoroughly amused, lol.

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It had been at least five minutes straight of this. Shirou wasn’t even sure Rin had taken a breath during the entire tirade, thanks to the demonic heritage, he might not need to. He could hold his breath for a lot longer than the average human. Not that Rin had ever tested that in any way but long winded rambles.

Today’s ramble, like a lot of the recent rambles, was entirely about one Ryuuji Suguro. Ryuuji Suguro who was top of the class, an aria prodigy, dedicated Buddhist,  grumpiness personified, and the apparently the boy Rin was smitten with.

The funniest part — aside from everything he chose to gush about— was how much Rin didn’t seem to realize he had fallen hard for the boy. 

“And then he just reloaded. Didn’t even act like it was a big thing that he’d just hit every target dead on while the chuchis were pushing on his shield!” Rin sighed dramatically and slid his arm across the table to rest his head on it. The soda he hadn’t touched had gone flat by his arm. Shirou had already finished his beer and couldn’t quite stifle his smile.

“I’ll never be that cool,” Rin added after a beat, but there was a soft smile that belayed the lament in his words. 

“Cool, huh?” Shirou asked, raising his empty can to his lips because it wasn’t like Rin knew it was empty. “That what you’re calling it?”

Rin’s blue eyes shot up to him in curiosity. “Huh? You saying Suguro isn’t cool?”

Shirou hid his smile behind the can and tried not to laugh at the thought of anyone related to Tatsuma Suguro being ‘cool.’ Shirou was positive the serious boy had an enormous dorky side he was just trying to hide. Shirou was also positive it was going to come out around Rin and that Rin would fall even harder when he finally saw it. It’d be a fight though. Ryuuji clung to his serious side like it would kill him to do otherwise. Nope. Rin was going to have to make the first move in that relationship.

If he ever figured out he liked the boy.

“Sure. Cool.”

Rin pushed back up indignantly. “Suguro is totally cool! Didn’t you see him with the mold?!”

“The M.O.L.B.? The thing that covered him in purple liquid?”

Rin blushed. “He took it out with two words. Two.”  He muttered something about ‘and he made the goo look cool too’ and Shirou could no longer hold in his laugh.

“Cool? He looked like someone had dumped a melted ice cream cone on him!”

“So what? Everyone did! He just…” Rin’s cheeks tinted darker and he grabbed his soda, hauling it close and taking a long swig like it would win him the argument. His nose scrunched up at how flat it was, but he stubbornly drank it down anyway. 

“He just?” Shirou encouraged, curious despite himself. Rin wore his heart on his sleeve, but Shirou didn’t know how his mind worked half the time. ‘Cool’ wasn’t the reason he would have picked for Rin liking Ryuuji — because the crush didn’t surprise him — and he had a feeling it wasn’t really what Rin liked. He just didn’t have the words. Or realize he had a crush. Shirou loved him, but the boy was oblivious.

“He’s…” Rin struggled for a moment, rubbing his thumb against the condensation on his glass, frowning at the dark liquid and finally sighing. “He’s smart, but he doesn’t brag about it like he did. It’s just something he is? Like…” Rin huffed and pushed the glass away. “He doesn’t ignore me? Listens to what I say even if it’s dumb. And even if it was dumb, he’ll still listen if I talk again.”

Tatsuma’s kid.  How many people had just written Rin off as stupid? Listened to something, hadn’t understood, or had and it had been dumb, and never given him another chance?

“He’s fun to fight with too! Not just like, argue? I can do that with Yukio, but it ain’t the same. It’s more like… competing!” Rin got louder with excitement. “Yeah! He’s fun to compete with! He doesn’t back down even if it doesn’t seem like he’s gonna win. He gives it his all and expects me to do the same. Gets real pissed if I don’t.”  

Rin was getting into it now. “And he’s kind! Doesn’t look like it, but he is! He remembers stuff about everyone, things like foods we like, drinks we enjoy, our birthdays, when we have tests, all that. He helps if I need it, but he doesn’t just, like… smother me? Like he won’t intervene in my homework or shit unless I ask. He thinks I can do it.” 

Shirou heard the unspoken unlike Yukio. Shirou didn’t point out that Yukio had watched Rin fail to do a lot of homework and Ryuuji hadn’t. 

“And he looks so cool! There are a lotta people with the piercings and the undercut, but they just don’t…” Rin trailed off with a frustrated noise.

Shirou was pretty sure he got it. “Confidence? They don’t look as comfortable with it?”

Rin nodded hard. “Yeah! That!”

Shirou pretended to sip at his drink again. He couldn’t quite help but trace Rin’s features with his eyes. He deserved that same confidence and comfort in his body. 

“I don’t know,” Rin sighed, and Shirou wondered if he’d noticed how much he was sighing recently. Must be in love, Rick would have said. “It’s a lotta things.”

“Sounds like it.” Shirou said as he put the empty can down and pushed back from the table. “Well good news, kid. He’s coming over tomorrow to start tutoring you in English.”

Rin’s head snapped up and his eyes went wide while his cheeks flooded with color. “What?!”

“Yep,” Shirou rose up easily, slid the chair back into its place, grabbed the can, and moved towards the trash. “Tomorrow after dinner. Figure you two can study in here or the common room.”

“But—what?!”

Shirou allowed himself a big grin since Rin wasn’t able to see him. God, this was going to be so much fun. “You heard me. Suguro is coming over tomorrow.” Or he would, as soon as Shirou asked him. He knew the studious boy wouldn’t dare turn him down. 

“But!”

“No buts. He’ll help you get your grade up. Plus, you’re friends, aren’t ya?”

Rin just stared at him with the bright blush and a gaping mouth. 

This was going to be so much fun.

[metalbuckaroo]

Congratulations! 🥰 I've always really loved your work !! For your sleepover could I please request numbers 120 and 122 ~ maybe some angst with some fluff? I don't really mind though, whatever gets your creativity flowing x

Tysm hun 🥺💙

120: "You left!"

122: "I feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders and I don't know what to do anymore."

There isn't any smut under the cut, but its still 18+ only

Bucky had been numb for weeks; or at least he tried his best to be.

Only leaving his office when he absolutely had to, being more snappy with even his own men; he was hurting. Steve and Sam could tell and there was only one solution they could come up with to fix him.

"There's someone here for you, Mr. Barnes." One of Bucky's men said cautiously. "Don't care. Tell 'em to go away." He grumbled, digging the tip of the switchblade deeper into the expensive wood of his desk. "Well- she, uh. Won't."

Bucky ignored him until he saw someone else walk in, his stone cold gaze flicking up to meet yours. "Been a minute since I saw you." He sighed heavily, leaning into the leather desk chair.

He'd been avoiding this since the night he left you crying in your apartment. He didn't want to face you after that. "That's your own fault. Sam said you wanted to talk to me."

The corners of Bucky's lips twitched downwards and he shook his head. "Never said that." He shrugged, flipping the knife around between his vibranium fingers.

He tossed it onto the desk and stood, getting two glasses and a bottle of liquor from the cabinet; pouring some of the amber liquid into them before sitting back down and sliding one to the side of the desk where you stood.

"Yeah, I figured." You scoffed, looking at the glass as he drank his all at once. "Got somethin' you wanna say, or are you just gonna leave." He snapped, trying to keep his tone level and not look at the hurt look on your face.

"Why'd you leave me like that, when you said you wouldn't?" You asked, Bucky looking at your solemn expression. Tears started to pool against your lashline when he didn't say anything, blue eyes staying glued to yours.

"I had to." He said softly, swallowing thickly. "A week after you told me you were in love with me, you told me I was nothing but a warm body to hold." You drew a shaky breath into your lungs, Bucky wetting his lips as his gaze dropped back to the hole he'd made on his desk. "I lied." He said, tone low. "About which part?"

He just shrugged and shook his head like always. "Which fucking part, James!" You demanded, anger boiling in your veins. "Why does it matter?" His eyebrows creased together, hard expression unwavering; even from the hurt look in your eyes. "Because, I deserve an explanation."

"I did it to protect you." He sighed. "Protect me?"

"Yeah."

You scoffed, vision blurry from the tears that glossed over your eyes and anger bubbling to the surface. "You left!" You yelled at Bucky, almost physically seeing his patience snap.

"Godda-" he stood so fast the chair went smacking into the wall. "There wasn't any other choice! I had a fucking hit on me!" His tone made you shrink back, tears spilling onto your cheeks.

"Fuck- shit, I'm sorry, babydoll. I didn't mean- c'mere." His expression and voice much softer as he rounded the corner to catch your wrist in his hand. "Get away from me." You seethed, jerking your wrist out of his warm hand. "I had to protect you."

"I can do that pretty easily on my own, James." You scoffed, going to open the door before a sleek hand held it closed. "Don't call me that, baby, please. I hate when you call me that." Bucky pleaded.

You turned to face him, glaring up at him. "Ler me out, James. We're not together, you have no right-" Your protests were silenced by his lips molding against yours. Large, contrasting hands holding your cheeks as he pulled away. "Don't leave me, sweets. Please, I'm so sorry. Okay?"

"I can take care of myself." You mumbled, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows. "I know, I shouldn't have handled it the way I did, I panicked. I feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders and I don't know what to do anymore."

"You need to stop keeping everything to yourself." You said softly, hands lifting to hold the sides of his shirt. "Just stay with me." Bucky muttered, thumb pulling your bottom lip down. "Through it all."

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[raibebe]

The reclusive Waterbender - Jaemin

Genre: fluff Words: 1.123 Prompt: The group rests at a peaceful inn. But the inn keeper's son seems to have some sort of secret.

The group surrounding the Avatar meets Jaemin when they come across his mother's inn. Mark can tell there's more to Jaemin than the boy lets on with his calm demeanor and gentle smiles. He gets an inkling that the boy's family might belong to the water tribe by how fondly Jaemin looks at Jisung's futile attempts at defending himself against Donghyuck’s fire in the nearby lake where he's supposed to wash his clothes and oversee the group's antics. So that evening after dinner, Mark catches Jaemin in the hallway before he can disappear into his room. “Did you need anything else?” Jaemin asks politely, “Your clothes are still drying outside.” “You’re a waterbender, right?” “Excuse me?” “I can tell you are. By the way you look at Jisung and I can feel it. I’m the avatar after all,” Mark replies cheerfully. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jaemin deflects again, crossing his arms in front of his chest, “I’m not a bender.” “Why are you denying it? Bending is a gift. And me being the avatar, you know, I can feel it. You’re a strong bender and-” Furrowing his brow, Jaemin pushes past the avatar, “My grandmother needs me, she’s very old and bedridden. You should get some sleep as well.”

Of course Mark tells the group about the possibility of Jaemin being a waterbender that evening when he steps into their room and Jisung is over the hills about it, claiming he has finally found a teacher who is better at explaining than Mark who is not native to waterbending and is very far from mastering the element himself.

“You have to teach me!” Jisung shouts as he’s running at Jaemin who had left early that morning to take care of more washing at the lake. “Teach you what? Hanging the laundry?” Jaemin jokes, resting the basket of laundry against his hip before stepping around the house where they had helped him build a place to hang the wet cloth. “Waterbending of course!” Jaemin barely is able to control his facial expression before he molds it into a fond smile. “I’d have to be a bender to help you out with that, silly” he speaks, ruffling the taller boy’s hair. “But you are! Mark told me all about it. Show me something. I know you can,” the boy beams. “Well he’s wrong, I don’t know what exactly he’s feeling,” Jaemin grits out, putting down the basket with a little more force than necessary. “But your grandmother is wearing a traditional water tribe betrothal necklace,” Renjun butts in. Jaemin hadn’t even noticed the rest of the group stepping outside. “How do you know my-” “We drank a very nice cup of tea yesterday. She’s a lovely lady.” “Well, I don’t know about her jewelry,” Jaemin blocks off yet again. “If the little water boy doesn’t want to show, I surely can figure out how,” Donghyuck grins, a bright orange flame dancing along his fingertips, “What was the saying? You gotta fight fire with water?” “Donghyuck I don’t-” his earthbender friend tries to diffuse the situation but Jaemin is faster, grabbing the firebender by his collar to yank him close. “If you dare to play with fire in my home just one more time, I swear I will make you sleep on the hard forest floor,” he spits before fluidly throwing the other to the ground. 

“But you are a water bender,” Jisung argues when Jaemin walks back into the house, “You could help us all.” "Continue with your journey, my family needs me here and I won't leave them to fend for themselves. It’s not sunshine and rainbows everywhere," Jaemin speaks with determination, slamming the door of his room into their faces. "Give him some time," Jeno suggests calmly, "Not everyone can just leave their life behind on the spot. We will find another teacher for you two on our journey to the Northpole." Sighing, the others agree that they have spent a lot of time at the peaceful inn already and that it's time to move on. Through his door, Jaemin was able to hear every softly spoken word but he can't quite seem to figure out why his chest aches at the thought of the group of friends leaving and taking all the laughter with them that had filled the usually so quiet inn. 

The next morning over breakfast, Jaemin is utterly silent, simply accepting Mark's apology on behalf of the group for their behavior yesterday with a quick nod when the avatar steps into the kitchen where he's washing the dishes with his mother, announcing that they’ll take their leave and thanking his mother for the kind hospitality she had offered the group. "You're not leaving with them?" She asks quietly. "I'm not leaving you alone. And I'm not who they're looking for. I'm no waterbending protege who should teach the avatar. I haven't bended in years and I didn't plan on doing so anytime soon. I made my decision years back. They'll find many masters willing to teach the avatar at the Northpole." His mother simply nods, gently taking the plate he was washing from trembling his hands. “Be a dear and see if your grandma needs anything,” she speaks softly, accepting the kiss her son plants on her forehead. 

As if sensing the trouble inside Jaemin’s heart, his grandma simply pats the bed beside her when he opens the door to her room. “Why are you still here?” She asks him after taking his hand in hers. “What do you mean?” “Your friends are leaving today, the quiet firebender told me.” “They’re not-” “They aren’t your friends?” His grandma laughs, “Jaemin, I haven’t seen you so happy in years. It’s your destiny to teach the avatar and the young waterbender.” “I can’t leave you alone,” he whispers, tears welling up in his eyes when he thinks back to the fateful night that had changed his life, “What if they come back?” “Jaemin,” the woman smiles, gently cupping her grandson’s cheek, “You’re a very skilled waterbender but your mother and I can fend for ourselves. And there haven't been any unwelcome guests here since that night. The avatar and his friends need you more than we do.” “Grandma I-” “Go, Jaemin,” she smiles again, “Teach the avatar all that you know and pay us a visit once he has mastered our element.” 

Not much later, the young waterbender is leaving his home with hurried steps, his grandma’s necklace wrapped around his throat and his forgotten water skin strung to his back. “Take me with you,” he demands loudly when he finally catches up with the avatar’s group in the forest surrounding the inn, panting loudly. “I’ll teach you.”