#every single fucking day he wakes up and his dead best friend is right in front of him and ge can't save him!!!!!

[psalmsofpsychosis]

y'all dont understand what i'm going through with Pennyworth (2019-2022) right now, like

I'm in awe of the casting choice for Thomas Wayne, it's fucking flawless, coming from Gotham's creator. This guy is literally David Mazouz, and the level of story immersion this creates is something unlike anything i have experienced in recent years, it's driving me nuts. *slow claps all teary eyed*

[seungkw1]

mine — jww

♡ pairing: boyfriend!wonwoo x afab!reader ♡ theme: fluff, smut [18+ mdni], non-idol au ♡ wc: 2.6k ♡ warnings: swearing, size kink, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex (stay safe y’all), creampie, dacryphilia, petnames (m. & f. receiving - babe, baby), reader is gender neutral but referred to as girlfriend once, gr8 aftercare ofc ♡ a/n: this is a part two to so fucking pretty but you don’t have to read that one first :)

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You wouldn’t consider yourself a very romantic person, but your boyfriend’s Valentine’s Day surprise might just change your mind about that.

You’ve never given a single shit about Valentine’s Day. It’s not so much that you hate it or anything, but rather indifference - you simply couldn’t care less. Just another capitalistic holiday for companies to profit off of, right? Plus, red and pink is simply a godawful color combination. So yeah, you’ve never given a shit. 

That is - until you met Wonwoo. 

You’ve dated here and there over the years, but nothing ever too serious - all of your partners either turned out to be lousy or the relationships were just bland. So, all of them ended, and you were never too upset about it. 

But with Wonwoo, everything is different. You’ve only been dating for three months, but your relationship is the complete opposite of lousy or bland. Wonwoo is warm and loving - squeezing you in his arms and giving you kisses every chance he gets. He is caring and kind - listening to you talk no matter whether you needed to vent or just wanted to infodump about your interests. He is sweet and gentle - leaving you cute notes and surprising you with little gifts just because.

He is also incredibly fucking hot, and an absolute god in the bedroom.

You fucked him on the first date, which is very unlike you, but your chemistry was undeniable and it just happened naturally. That was the best sex you’ve ever had in your life - and every time since then has also been the best sex you’ve ever had in your life. You’d be an absolute fool not to stick around.

And so, Wonwoo became your boyfriend. You’ve always found that term to be a bit juvenile, so historically you’ve just referred to your significant other as your partner. But every time you think about Wonwoo you feel the urge to giggle and kick your feet in the air, so the term boyfriend simply feels right. You’re practically head over heels for the man. 

“Ooooo you’re so in love with him,” your best friend teased as you were gushing about your boyfriend for the nth time. 

“Oh shut up,” you rolled your eyes as you replied. Maybe you’re a bit jaded from your mediocre past relationships, but the phrase in love is not one you throw around lightly. 

But deep down, you know it’s true. You’re in love with Wonwoo.

But you’re not ready to admit that to anybody. So you keep it to yourself. You’ll cross that bridge when you get there.

That day arrives much sooner than you anticipate.

—

February rolls around. It’s the dead of winter, arguably the most boring time of year. Your mind is preoccupied with the job interview you have coming up, and you’ve been a bit stressed about it. Wonwoo has been nothing but supportive and helpful - giving you advice, offering to help you practice, cleaning your apartment for you of his own free will - and you are more than grateful to have him around. 

One particularly cold Saturday morning, you wake up to a text from Wonwoo. 

Good morning beautiful! Text me when you’re awake 😊

You smile sleepily as you reply. 

Good morning babe 💖 I’m awake!

The chat bubble pops up as he begins to reply immediately. 

Great! Can you be ready by 11am? I have a surprise for you 😁

A surprise?

Y/N: Oooh, what kind of surprise? WW: It’s a secret 😉 Y/N: Hmm 🤔 Okay... What should I wear though?  WW: Wear whatever you want, you look cute in everything! Y/N: Hehe okayyyy WW: Perfect, I’ll pick you up at 11! See you soon 😊

You hop out of bed and start to get ready, practically dancing around your apartment. You open your closet and stare at your clothes, trying to decide what to wear - which proves to be hard when you don’t know where you’re going. You end up grabbing the cozy light blue sweater Wonwoo complimented you on when you wore it a couple weeks ago, and a cute pair of jeans to match. You’re putting on your heeled boots when you hear the knockknockknock of somebody at the door. You open the door to see your boyfriend, looking incredibly handsome in his dark coat and black-rimmed glasses. He extends to you a bouquet of a dozen red roses.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he says with a soft smile. 

As you take the bouquet Wonwoo pulls you in for a kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist. As your lips part you look at him, an inquisitive look on your face.

“But it’s not Valentine’s Day yet,” you tell him.

“I know,” he replies as he gives you a little kiss on your nose. “But I couldn’t wait.”

You feel a huge smile color your face. 

“So, where are we going?” 

—

The waitress sets a massive plate of the fanciest waffles you’ve ever seen in front of you. You start to salivate at the sight of the fresh berries and cream heaping on top.

A few weeks ago you had casually mentioned the bougie brunch place you’ve always wanted to try, but it was expensive and the wait was always way too long. Turns out Wonwoo immediately called and made a reservation for you two.

You go to dig into your waffles when you notice your boyfriend holding his phone up, taking photos of you.

“Hey! Stop that,” you say as you playfully try to grab his phone.

“What?” he asks innocently. “You just look so pretty.”

He looks at you adoringly. You pout, feigning annoyance, and he snaps another picture - making you laugh. There’s no way you can be mad at him, he’s simply too sweet.

After the decadent meal Wonwoo walks you back to his car, holding your hand, and insists upon opening the car door for you - even helping you take off your coat. It’s silly, but it still makes you feel warm and fuzzy.

Wonwoo starts driving, but in the opposite direction of your home.

“Where are we going now?” you inquire.

“Remember how you said you’ve never been ice skating?”

“Oh god,” you groan. “Can’t wait to make a complete fool of myself.”

“You won’t,” he insists. “You can hold onto me.”

“But you’ve never been ice skating either,” you point out. “How do you know you’re not gonna fall too?”

Wonwoo smiles. “Then we’ll fall together.”

You scoff playfully, but a grin also appears on your face.

Ice skating ends up being a disaster. Neither one of you can stop falling (it doesn’t help that you refuse to stop holding hands, so when one of you falls both of you go down), but you also can’t stop laughing - to the point where your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. You haven’t had fun like this in ages.

You look over at your boyfriend. He is extraordinarily cute right now, his cheeks rosy from the cold air. Wonwoo catches you looking at him and leans over to plant a kiss on your cheek - he then immediately runs into the wall. You let out a giggle - he looks back at you sheepishly.

“Maybe you should pay attention to where you’re going,” you tease as you nudge him with your elbow.

“Hard to do so when my beautiful girlfriend is right next to me, distracting me.” His tone mirrors your playfulness, but the way he’s looking at you - you can tell he means it.

You roll your eyes, but a huge smile lights up your face as you wrap your arm around his, squeezing him tightly. 

On the drive back Wonwoo suggests you go to his place, to which you happily agree. Before you enter, he tells you to close your eyes.

“No peeking!” he insists.

“I won’t!” you swear, placing your hands over your eyes. 

You walk through the front door and wait in the entryway, resisting peeking as promised. You hear Wonwoo fiddling with things for a minute, and then you hear the opening notes of your favorite album - the sound emanating from his record player.

“Okay, you can look now,” he tells you as he once again is standing right next to you. You remove your hands, opening your eyes to the sight of Wonwoo’s dim apartment - illuminated only by the dozen of freshly-lit candles placed around the living room. In his hands are the biggest box of chocolates you’ve ever seen, and a cute fuzzy teddy bear that’s holding a heart with Be mine embroidered on it.

“Oh my god, you really went all out,” you remark, smiling from ear to ear as your heart practically flutters in your chest.

“Only the best for you, babe.”

He sets down the chocolates and the bear, stopping to help you out of your coat before drawing you into his embrace, kissing you softly and slowly. He then takes your hands in his, pulling you toward the hallway.

“There’s one more surprise,” he tells you.

Before you can ask him what more he could possibly surprise you with, you see the trail of rose petals down the hallway, leading into his bedroom.

“You did NOT,” you exclaim as you laugh, truly bewildered at the sight of it.

You follow the trail as he pulls you into his room, where even more petals lay on the bed, perfectly forming the shape of a heart.

“It’s so beautiful I almost don’t want to ruin it,” you proclaim.

Wonwoo raises his eyebrow at you.

“Hey, I said almost.”

Without a word he smiles, pulling you in so he can grab the hem of your sweater, gently pulling it over your head to reveal the lacy bra you had chosen to wear today.

“So pretty,” he remarks as he runs his hands over your breasts, before reaching around your back to undo the clasp. “But even prettier without.”

He tosses the bra aside, taking your tits in his hands. You begin to undo his shirt buttons, revealing his incredibly toned body that still turns you on so much every time you see it. His shirt gone, you move to his belt. You unbuckle it and pull it off, throwing it to the floor as you take the bulge in his pants in your palm. He lets out a soft groan as you caress him, his erection quickly growing. You go to unfasten his pants, the taut fabric giving way as you undo the zipper, his cock now bulging through his underwear, begging to escape. 

Wonwoo suddenly grabs you by the hips, twirling you around and pushing you onto the bed. 

“Get comfy, babe.”

As you recline into the soft pillows, he removes his pants and then begins to take off yours, pulling them off of you in one go. He gently pushes your inner thighs open and situates himself right in between your legs, the only barrier between his face and your cunt being the thin lacy underwear that do nothing to hide how wet you are right now. He softly kisses your clit a few times, then licks a stripe over the sheer fabric. You run your hand through his hair as he starts kissing your clit again, this time more intensely. You begin to squirm slightly against his face - silently begging for more. Wonwoo gazes up at you, giving you a little smirk as his lips hover right above you - so close that you feel breath against your core.

“Stop teasing meeee,” you whine.

You feel his finger slide under the fabric, pulling it aside to reveal your soaked center. You feel the sharpness of the cool air hitting you, followed by the warmth of Wonwoo’s mouth against your cunt. You mewl softly as his tongue traces against your folds, lapping up your juices but only making you wetter in the process. You continue to stroke his hair as he goes down on you, enjoying the view. You love the way his nose brushes against your clit as he alternates between sucking on the bud and fucking you with his tongue. 

Eventually you feel his fingers delicately graze your entrance - he inserts only one finger at first, but it still feels so good. 

“More,” you beg. “Please.”

Wonwoo slides a second finger into your cunt. He knows how to curve them perfectly, hitting you in just the right spot to drive you insane. He fucks you as he continues licking your clit - you become a moaning mess as your orgasm draws closer and closer. Your hips begin to buck involuntarily, grinding your cunt against his face - overwhelmed with pleasure. Wonwoo wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you down against the bed as he devours you. 

“Fuck, baby - I’m cumming,” you cry out. Your legs shake as the incredible sensation takes over your entire body, the white-hot flashes of pleasure flowing through you as your pussy throbs against your boyfriend’s tongue. 

As you come down, Wonwoo gives you soft little kitten licks. You sink into the pillows, your whole body relaxed in bliss. He kisses your stomach before crawling up, his body weight laying against you cozily as he presses his nose against yours. He kisses you, his lips and chin covered in your juices. You begin to make out, his tongue moving against yours, his bulge pressing against your core. You reach down, slipping your hand through the band of his underwear, and pull his cock out. You’ve fucked your boyfriend countless times by now, but every time you’re still in awe of his size. You wrap your hand around his thickness and stroke him a few times, causing precum to leak out. You guide his tip to your entrance - you moan as it easily slips in, his size stretching you out so perfectly. He slides his entire length into you, letting out a groan as he bottoms out. 

“Your pussy’s so perfect for me, babe,” he says in a low voice. He begins to fuck you, slowly pushing his cock in and out, letting your walls adjust to his size. 

“So good baby, fuck,” he says, practically growling. “Your pussy’s all mine.”

You moan as he picks up speed, thrusting his huge cock into you further and further. His lips meet yours again - your mouths and tongues dancing against each other as he fucks you, more passionately than ever before. 

“All mine, you’re all mine.”

“Oh my god,” you cry, tears forming in your eyes from the intense pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“I’m close baby - wanna cum in you,” he groans. 

“Please,” you beg. 

Wonwoo’s rhythm picks up speed - tears are fully running down your face as you let out cries of pleasure. You feel his cock pulsate against your walls as he releases, groaning as he thrusts into you, filling you up with his cum. 

As he comes down from his high, his warm body melts into yours - he’s squishing you, but you’ve never been more comfortable. His cock still inside you, he plays with your hair as he kisses you slowly. 

You lay there together for a while. Eventually, Wonwoo slowly pulls out of you, giving you a kiss on the cheek before he gets up to grab a warm towel. After he cleans you up he plops back into bed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in, squeezing you so tightly it makes you giggle. 

You draw your head back just enough so you can look your boyfriend in the eyes. He’s so hot, so cute, gazing at you so lovingly - you truly don’t think you’ve ever been happier than you are in this moment. 

“I love you,” you tell him - for the first time. 

You didn’t plan on saying it, it just came out naturally. Because it’s true - you love him, more than you’ve ever loved anyone. 

Wonwoo smiles, caressing you softly as he holds you warmly against him. 

“I love you too.”

[end] 

[p4nishers]

do u think jayce thought about finding viktor on the ledge after the bomb? about the fact that his best friend had almost DIED, had only survived bc of hextech, and mere hours or days before he was about to take his own life if jayce hadn't been there? about how it's a cycle, everything they do? viktor saved jayce from suicide once, continued saving him every day by simply believing in him, and all jayce could do was to try to save him right back? for years, THAT'S what his true goal was. after they learn just how little time viktor has left his main objective when finding a breakthrough w hextech is that it could save viktor. but even before that, every time heimerdinger shuts them down, he KNOWS why viktor is so upset, is there, in the background, with TEARS in his eyes, trying to comfort viktor. because it's just as important to him. it was always about viktor. and he found him on that ledge, desperate as he was all those years ago, and pulled him out of it just like viktor did all those fucking years ago only to end up almost dead when jayce walked off without a single bruise. after fighting with his disease for years and years and staying strong and only breaking at the very end, fate still almost took him. and jayce had to watch it all happen from a healthy body, had to watch every bruise appear under viktor's eyes and carry his lifeless body in his arms, and he couldn't do ANYTHING about it. even after viktor gave him a new life, he still wasn't enough to give the same to viktor. and then viktor wakes up, and is no longer jayce's viktor. wants nothing to do with jayce. and can jayce ever really fault him for that, when he failed so thoroughly?

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Daddy Knows Best, Part II

Title: Daddy Knows Best, Part II

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: StepDad!August Walker x StepDaughter!Reader

Fandom: Mission: Impossible - Fallout

Word Count: 2.6K

Summary: August Walker and your father were once friends. One mission, a single decision, made them enemies. August decides he needs to get his revenge. And what better way, than to become your new Daddy?

Chapter Summary: Daddy and Babydoll take a giant leap.

Warnings: age gap (the reader is 18, August is in his late-30s), pet names (Princess, Babydoll), Daddy kink, corruption kink, praise kink, somnophilia, pregnancy kink, dacryphilia, lactation kink, cockwarming, (slight) choking, deflowering, non-con, unprotected p-in-v sex, cum swallowing, Murder Daddy™️ vibes, dead dove: do not eat

A/N: This is different from my usual fics. This would be considered dark!fic in every way possible. If you read the warnings and still choose to read, you are making your own decision. No one is forcing you to read this. This is an entirely self-indulgent therapeutic fic. Enjoy! Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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I am such a lucky man.

Any man in my situation might do the right thing. But when has that ever gotten anyone what they really wanted?

Looking at a perfect flower from afar is just fine, don’t get me wrong. You bend over, you smell it, you leave it to bloom. But plucking that flower and holding it in your hand? Now that is a truly heavenly feeling.

That’s what it was like with my little Babydoll. 

It was a cautious dance. I had to earn her trust. She was Daddy’s little girl, after all. She had her loyalties and she did not like me at first. She didn’t explicitly say it but she missed her father. Who could blame her?

But she was so perfect. And I wanted her. She had to be mine.

And so she would be.

It started with little things. I made sure to get the snacks that she coveted. I called her Princess. I smiled at her and always listened intently to whatever stupid topic she wanted to talk about. She would get so excited to talk to someone who would listen. 

I got the feeling her mother wasn’t exactly her favorite person. She was much closer with her Nanny. I was shocked to find out that she still had a caregiver at her age, but one look at their relationship and it made so much sense. I convinced her mother that she wouldn’t need a Nanny any longer and that I would be taking over watching after her. 

Her sheltered upbringing kept her so innocent in so many ways. It was like her parents fucking gift-wrapped her for me to corrupt. And with Nanny out of the way, I had her all to myself with no prying eyes.

That day she got the sunburn was a godsend. I watched as she slept in the backyard, the sun illuminating her olive skin. I could have easily gone to wake her up, but I wanted her to need me. I wanted her to call for me. 

And soon enough, I hear her voice shout my name. It was burned in my brain. 

As I rubbed the aloe on her warm skin, I knew I wanted to be her Daddy. She needed an authority figure to take care of her, and I took on that role. Since her mother was off in her own world, it would afford me the ability to become her everything.

The way to her heart was care. I told her I would never hurt her, and proceeded to spank her plump little ass. She forgave me afterward, of course. When I wiped her tears and tasted them? Fuck, I didn’t think my dick could get any harder.

And when she didn’t know what to call her perfect little pussy? Fuck! I’ve replayed that moment in my head so many times. I’ll admit, calling it her ‘princess parts’ was entirely self-indulgent. Knowing she was never touched only made me want to forget the plan and fuck her right then.

But there was a time for everything. I settled for eating her delicious pussy. Her sweet face contorting and enjoying my tongue had me hard as a rock. Seeing her cum for the first time was a sight to behold. Fingering her tightness had me wanting to test the elasticity of that wet fuckhole. 

Damnit, she was perfect. 

When I heard her moan for Daddy and knew she meant me, my soul left my body for a moment. It came back so I could take care of her and have the mental image of her in my clothing. She looked so cute and, at the same time, she looked fuckable.

It actually hurt my dick to look at her in my clothes. I had to have her. I couldn’t wait anymore. I needed her and I refused to let this opportunity slip past me. Her mother wasn’t due to be home for hours.

While she slept, I let my hands explore.

Her soft tummy under my calloused hand gave me ideas. What if it was swollen and round with my child? Far too soon to even be thinking about that, she hasn’t even seen my dick yet and I’m already thinking about knocking her up.

I turned her on her back and pulled my shirt up over her tits. Perfect handfuls for me, with areolas that harden at my touch. The way they tightened as I circled them with a finger was almost too much for me. I felt my dick swell as I thought about them bloated with milk. I took one pebbled nipple into my mouth and imagined that she coated my tongue with sweet nectar. When I switched to the other nipple, she stirred in her sleep. I pulled off of her breast and looked down at her peaceful form.

The irony of the urge to impregnate this virgin wasn’t lost on me. I wouldn’t put it past my subconscious to think it could create the next Messiah. I do tend to be a bit ‘larger than life’ at times. I mean, who else but a true sociopath would dream of corrupting an innocent soul?

Fuck it. Call me a sociopath. I won’t lose sleep over it. I’ll be too busy molding her pussy to the shape of my dick.

The first step to doing that was getting my dick inside her. I freed her of my underwear and opened her legs. Placing my palm over her cunt, I could feel the heat that radiated from it. I loved the little tuft of hair on her mound. I preferred it fuzzy anyway.

I slid my fingers down and felt the wetness that escaped her lips. I coated my fingers in her juices and didn’t hesitate to put them into my mouth. She was so fucking tasty. I was addicted to the taste of her and there was no going back. 

As if I wanted to go back after today.

You awoke to the feeling of rubbing on your princess parts. You had tried to stay asleep but you realized you aren’t wearing Daddy’s underwear anymore. You opened your eyes and looked up to see Daddy smiling down at you. 

“Babydoll, you were so pretty while you slept. Daddy couldn’t help himself and had to touch you again.”

You wiggled your little hips, trying to get as much friction on your clitty as possible. You bit your bottom lip and tossed your head to the side in pleasure. Your sweet moans were music to Daddy’s ears if the plastered smile on his face was anything to go by.

“Daddy has a special treat for you, Babydoll,” Daddy pulled his hand away and you whined at the loss of contact. You watched as Daddy kneeled in front of you and unzipped his pants. He pulled a bottle out of his pocket that had a purple label on it and tossed it to the bed. “Daddy wants you to take his dick out.” He pulled you to a sitting position and guided your hand inside his pants.

When you had made contact with soft skin, you wrapped your fingers around its hardness. You pulled it out and the groan that Daddy made went right to your core. You couldn’t fit one hand around it so you used both of them to hold it. 

Daddy’s large hand covered both of yours and moved them up and down. The silky smooth skin moved through your fingers and Daddy picked up the bottle and uncapped it. He poured some of the liquid over your hands and told you to spread it around. You smiled up at him as your hands became slippery and Daddy’s moans became louder.

“Lay back, Babydoll. Daddy is gonna touch your princess parts with his dick. It’s gonna hurt at first, but Daddy will try and be gentle.” Daddy put one of your legs over his arm as he leaned over you. He poured some of the liquid on you and you shivered as the cold liquid slid over your sensitive clitty and traveled downward, “Take a deep breath and then let it out, Princess.”

You breathed in and held it. When you let it out, Daddy tore through you with his dick. The stretch burned and you started to cry.

“Daddy, it hurts!” You hiccupped as fat tears rolled down your face.

“Fuck, Babydoll. You know I love it when you cry for me. It’s gonna stop hurting soon. Just…fuck, your tight little cunny is holding my dick so tight and keeping it warm,” He wraps your legs around his waist and holds your head in his hands. He looked down at you and kissed your tears away, “Daddy’s gonna start moving now. You feel so good, better than I thought you would feel. I want you to tell me to fuck you, Babydoll.”

You looked up at Daddy and sniffled. “Please fuck me, Daddy. Make it stop hurting, please?”

You felt him twitch inside you as he growled low in his throat. He pulled out slowly then slammed back in. Your body jerked with the speed of his hips against yours. The sounds of wet slapping filled your ears, mixed with Daddy’s grunts and your yelps.

He whispered in your ear while he impaled you over and over, “Babydoll, fuck! You are making Daddy so happy. Taking my dick so well. You’re being such a good girl for me. Such…a…good…girl!” He punctuated his words with thrusts into your tight heat.

Soon, the pain slowly dissipated and you were left overwhelmed with the feeling of fullness. An involuntary moan escaped your lips and Daddy chuckled. His hand moved down to play with your clitty and it was all over for you. Within moments, you were clenching around him and crying again from the heightened intensity.

“Yes, come all over my dick. You’re my good little fucktoy, aren’t you? Say it, Babydoll.”

“I’m Daddy’s good little fucktoy.”

“Keep saying it, Babydoll. I’m so fucking close. Just keep saying it.” The hand that was on your clitty had moved to your neck. The slightest hint of pressure kept you still while he continued his onslaught.

“I’m Daddy’s good little fucktoy. I’m Daddy’s good little fucktoy. I’m Daddy’s good little fucktoy.” You repeated the mantra and watched as Daddy’s face contorted and he let out a slew of bad words.

“Fuck, Babydoll. Daddy’s gonna fucking cum. Shit, shit, shit!” Daddy pulled out and stroked himself once, twice. On the third stroke, thick white ropes shot out of him and onto your belly. It just kept coming and you watched in awe. Daddy looked to be in pain but he kept stroking until all that came out was a few drops. He looked exhausted, so when he collapsed next to you, you weren’t surprised.

“Daddy?” You ran a finger through the sticky fluid and touched your first finger to your thumb to see the elasticity of it.

“That’s my cum, Babydoll. You were such a good girl and I wanted to give you a special treat. Open your mouth, baby,” You opened your mouth and Daddy scoops up some of his cum and puts it on your tongue. You swirled the salty substance on your tongue before swallowing. “That’s my good girl, swallowing Daddy’s cum like a perfect Princess. Can Daddy have a kiss?”

“On the lips?” You’ve never been kissed before and suddenly you were nervous.

“Yes, Babydoll. Daddy promises he doesn’t care if you haven’t kissed anyone before. Daddy needs to taste you. Just stay still, and Daddy will show you, ok?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Your breathing picked up as Daddy leaned into you and put his mouth over yours. He exhaled through his nose and his mustache tickled you. He held the back of your head while he kissed you. His tongue pressed against the seam of your lips and you opened your mouth to let him in. When Daddy’s tongue massaged your own, you brought a hand up to get lost in Daddy’s curly mane. You swallowed the groan that rumbled through him.

Daddy broke the kiss and set his forehead against yours. He looked blissful and tired and all you wanted to do was keep kissing him. You moved your head to kiss him again and he nibbled at your bottom lip before peppering you with kisses all over your face. You giggled and playfully pushed him away so you could stretch and sit crosslegged.

He sat up and got out of the bed. He walked around it and crouched down to speak to you at your eye level. He took your hands and made you look at him. With a serious look on his face, he spoke.

“Babydoll, I want you to promise me that only Daddy gets to kiss you and only Daddy gets to put his dick in you. You don’t let other boys touch your princess parts. If a boy ever does that, you tell me and I’ll take care of it, ok?”

“Take care of it?” What did that mean?

“Nobody gets to touch my Babydoll without Daddy’s explicit permission. Am I understood?” Daddy looked like he had a fire in his eyes. Daddy wanted to protect you. And he might do anything to keep you safe.

“Only Daddy gets to touch me. I understand, Daddy.” 

“Good girl. Now, why don’t you go take a shower and Daddy will go start on dinner. I have your favorite for dessert tonight.” His bright smile was infectious and spread to your lips.

“You got the cannolis I like?” You couldn’t contain your excitement and squealed.

“Yes, I got the cannolis. Anything for my Babydoll. But you have to be a good girl all night if you want them. That means you keep what you and Daddy do all to yourself, ok Princess?”

“Yes, Daddy. I can keep a secret. I promise.” 

Daddy’s smile widened and he pulled you up out of bed. He kissed your forehead, and your nose, and pecked your lips before he shooed you off to the bathroom to wash up. 

You didn’t know it, but he watched your every step until you were out of sight. 

As you showered, you thought about the cannolis and Daddy’s kisses. When you washed your princess parts, you felt that tingle like when Daddy touched you. You wanted to play more, but you were still sore so you finished washing up and got out of the shower.

After getting dressed, you went down to the kitchen and watched as Daddy made dinner. When Mommy came home, you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous when Daddy kissed her. Daddy noticed your pout and kissed the top of your head and let you taste test the bolognese sauce.

Dinner went by smoothly, Mommy and Daddy talked about whatever while you spaced out. But when Daddy brought out the cannolis, you were back to your jovial self. You ate your cannoli and excused yourself from the table.

With a full belly of dinner and dessert, you retreated to your room. The musky scent of sex was all over your sheets and you reveled in it. You replayed the events of the day in your mind and you ached to have Daddy next to you again. He awoke something inside of you that only he had access to.

After today, everything changed. He wasn’t August anymore, he was Daddy. And you were his Princess, his Babydoll. Your hand gravitated to your princess parts again and the thought of Daddy’s hands all over you had you soaking your hand in moments. Tasting yourself again, you imagined it was Daddy’s cum and that he was pleased with you.

You drifted off to sleep shortly thereafter, the promise of more to come heavy on your head.

Part III

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[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

high infidelity | one

Do you really wanna know where I was April 29th? Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes? April 29th 2022 (a/n yes I know some of these dates don’t actually add up, it’s just for story purposes!) Elliots POV Nursing really wasn’t for the faint of heart, which makes me wonder why I do it. Part of me knows it’s cause I’m a pathological people pleaser and like all the pats on the back I get. On the other hand I did land myself a great position in the NICU and helping babies get healthy and go home was such a rewarding feeling. I worked twelve hour night shifts but they went by pretty fast. It was about 6:45am and I was wrapping up some charting as my phone buzzed beside me. It was my best friend Danielle. “Hey boo! Don’t forget we got tickets for Bad Omens tonight!”

Shit, I totally forgot. I sighed deeply, catching stares from some of the parents visiting their babies. I hated texting Tyler about anything because he acted like everything was fine but sadly, I had to play the part too.   “Hey I totally spaced and forgot I’m going to a concert with Danielle tonight. My dad is going come over to help with Liam’s dinner and bedtime until you get home.” “Okay :) See you when you get home!” I rolled my eyes so hard they almost got stuck. My shift was over so I handed off report to the nurses coming on shift and headed towards my car. I lifted my mask off as the fresh air hit my face, waking me up a little bit. I took my phone out of my scrub pocket and texted Danielle back. “I can’t wait…I need a girls night.” “Come to the venue at 5 so we can have some drinks and sneak front row.” Danielle worked at the venue where Bad Omens would be playing, which worked in our favour. She always got us free tickets to every event and snuck us in early to get a good spot.  I discovered Bad Omens around the same time I met Tyler. I heard Careful What You Wish For on the radio and I was hooked. During the pandemic, I found myself watching all of Noah’s twitch streams every single day. It was his way of staying connected to the fans and to fill the void of uncertainty of this virus. Something about his voice was so soothing, seriously, he could do audiobooks or podcasts if this singing thing doesn’t work out. When I got home, Tyler was on his phone typing away, probably to whatever her name was. Marissa? Miranda? I don’t know or fucking care enough to remember. He got up from the table and tried to kiss me but I turned my head and lied about having a cold sore forming. He went to make me coffee and I suddenly felt nauseous. Every time he tried to do something nice for me my blood would boil. He wasn’t doing this because he loved me, he did it to keep his image. I took the coffee from him and turned away from his sad attempt to kiss me again. “You never want any affection from me anymore, what is going on?” Oh if only you knew. “Tyler, I spend all fucking night with babies on me and being overstimulated by people. I just want an hour where I’m not touched or talked to.” “Right.” “Sorry.” I lied, rolling my eyes. I started to walk towards the stairs so I could go up and shower but he stopped me dead in my tracks. “You know tonight will be the third time you’ve gone out with your friends this month.” He shot me at me. That was the one thing I fucking loathed about him. He was really, really good at being a dick about absolutely anything. I never bothered replying to him, I just headed to my master bathroom and turned on the shower. The water felt so good as I washed off last nights shift, which was a mixture of formula and spit up. After my shower I took my coffee into my bedroom and settled on a rerun of Friends while I waited for Liam to wake up. I heard Tyler leave and I felt like I could breathe properly. 

A few hours later there was a knock on the door. Liam and I were having a nap on the couch after we had lunch. It started to rain earlier so it ruined our plans to go to the park, instead we settled on Disney movies and snuggles. His nap time was the only time I got to sleep during the day unfortunately unless he was at daycare. I slipped out of his grip to go answer the door, it was my Dad. He greeted me with a hug and we walked into the kitchen. I threw on some coffee for us as a yawn escaped my mouth. “Thanks again for staying here until Tyler gets home.” “Anything for you pumpkin.” He replies as he grabs the creamer out of the fridge for us. “Is everything okay? You seem a little down lately.” “Uh…yeah there is something.” I said before taking a deep breath. “Tyler’s been having an affair. I haven’t told him I know, I’ve been getting everything in order with my lawyer before I serve him the papers.” “When did you find out?” “A month ago.” I laughed. I don’t know why I was laughing, but somedays this situation felt comical to me. “I’ve only told Danielle because her mom is a lawyer.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” “I was afraid you would’ve shown up here with a shot gun.” I chuckled before taking a sip of my coffee. He half smiled but I could tell he was really upset. “Dad I’m fine. I’m going to figure this out.” “I know. Just talk to me sooner next time okay? Now that your mom is gone you and Liam are all I have.” “I miss her so much.” I said as I felt that all too familiar lump in my throat anytime I thought about my mom. We sadly lost her to Covid after she came home from a girls trip in Mexico, right around the time the pandemic hit so we didn’t know the severity of it. It hit her so fast, causing her to go into cardiac arrest and passing hours later. I had days where guilt hit me hard since she was admitted to the hospital I worked at. I wasn’t allowed to care for her cause looking after family is considered a conflict of interest. It’s been so difficult without her, but it has made my bond with my Dad a lot stronger. We talked and finished our coffees before Liam ran into the kitchen after his nap. He was only fifteen months old and could already outrun us all. I picked him up and showered him with kisses before I headed upstairs to get ready for tonight. I opened a raspberry White Claw as I put Taylor Swift’s Reputation album on shuffle, it was my favourite album by her and it was my go to while I got ready. I settled on a pair of faux leather leggings, a low-cut bodysuit to show off my sternum tattoo, and black Doc Martens. I was still learning to love my postpartum body but I had to admit, the new hourglass shape I had was starting to grow on me. 

My phone buzzed that my Uber was outside and it caused my heart to flutter. Something about the idea of finally seeing these boys in real life was making me nervous, and I had no idea why. I never put them on a pedestal or thought they were gods but it’s gonna be surreal after only seeing them behind a screen. I said goodbye to my dad and Liam before heading out the door. I was so happy it was almost May, the weather was mild enough that I didn’t need a jacket anymore. “There she is!” I smiled as I walked up to Danielle who was with our other two friends, Amy and Taylor. They complimented my look and it gave me the confidence boost I desperately needed. Danielle walked up to the bar when we got in and got us a round of double gin and tonics which was just what I needed. My nerves were getting the best of me and I really needed to loosen up a little bit. After a few more drinks we headed to the barricade and waited for the concert to start. 

“So El, are you excited to see Noah?” I furrowed my brow and looked at Taylor, “Uhh…I’m excited to see the whole band.” “Obviously, but you’re obsessed with Noah. You’ve been practically drooling over him since he was streaming.” “I have not.” At this point I was blushing so hard and I couldn’t blame it on the drinks we had. I mean, she wasn’t wrong. His long hair would make me fold every time I saw him and don’t get me started on the buns he used to do where strands of his hair would perfectly fall around his face…or when he used claw clips or… Make them Suffer came onto the stage and interrupted my thoughts that were going south. The girls and I thrashed around to their setlist and right after that A Thousand Below came on followed by Dayseeker. I cried a little bit during Without me then went back to dancing and even caught a guitar pick. I was feeling better than I have in months, I felt so carefree, happy and not thinking about what my home life was like. I wish I could feel like this every night.

The lights went dark and I froze. I could feel my heartbeat in my ears as Folio walked towards his drum set and started to play to the beat of Concrete Jungle. I had tried my best to stay off TikTok to avoid spoilers but I knew Noah came out next before the rest of the band. Before I could process what was going on, he was right in front of me. He stood there all dressed in black, his leathered hand wrapped about the mic stand and he started to sing. Holy fuck. I couldn’t take my eyes off him throughout the entire show. He was captivating as he had the crowd in the palm of his hands. His voice sounded better than I could’ve imagined, he had the voice of an angel and the screams of a demon. I don’t know if I was being delusional, but I’m sure we made eye contact a few times. He sat down at the edge of the stage and serenaded the crowd with who are you? and he was right in front of us. He was so close I could see clusters of freckles on his shoulders peeking through his tattoos. When our eyes connected again I waved at him to embarrass him and it totally worked cause he fumbled his next line. He got up and walked towards the other side of the stage, not before turning back around to look at me again…he was completely flustered. “What was that?” Danielle screamed at me as the girls just stood there in disbelief. I just shrugged at them before putting my attention back on the band. The show came to an end, not before Noah and I stole more glances at each other. I tried to gain my composure, but I couldn’t. I cannot believe I just flirted with Noah Sebastian. Also the show? Fucking best concert I’ve ever been to, so good that my throat was hoarse and I’m pretty sure my toes were bleeding. “Hey guys before we go, I just need to go to my office to grab my purse. I can’t stress this enough though, no looking for the band okay?” As much as I wanted to find Noah, we nodded our heads in agreement before heading back there. I was not about to get my best friend fired from her dream job cause I wanted to flirt with some boy in a band. I really needed to pee though after holding it for almost three hours so I went on a mission to find a bathroom. I circled for a few minutes before finding a women’s bathroom. As I walked in the toilet flushed and the stall door opened. It was Noah. He put his hands up in protest as he flushed pink, “I promise I’m not a woman.” I forced an awkward laugh as I looked him up and down. He already looked like he showered and changed. The scent of his cologne lingered over to me and I could feel my face burning. He walked over to the sink to wash his hands so I took the opportunity to admire his tall stature. He was wearing black skinny jeans with a grey Chief hoodie and white Nikes. He had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his tattoos were exposed. My face was getting hotter the longer I watched him…I felt like a victorian man seeing a women’s ankles for the first time.

Also…Chief? One of my favourite bands? What are doing to me Noah? “Nice hoodie.” Noah smiled at the ground before looking back up to me. His eyes were so dark you could hardly see his pupils. They were the kind of eyes you could get lost in…and I definitely was. “Sorry I’ll give you some privacy.” He said gesturing towards the bathroom stall. I smiled at him as he walked past me towards the door. Noah stopped as he opened the door to turn back to me, “oh by the way, thanks for making me fuck up tonight.” “I did no such thing!” I audibly gasped. Noah shut the door and walked back over to me, “you definitely did.” “I was testing a theory that you were eye fucking me through the whole show.” I said as I crossed my arms, trying to make myself look taller but I was failing miserably. “Well, how was my eye fucking?” He replied with a deeper tone to his voice. He crossed his arms as well and got closer to me, close enough that he towered over my 5 foot frame with no problem. I was completely lost for words on account that my bladder was about to burst. “I have to pee.” “Ok fine, I’ll go.” He said, looking down at me as he grinned like a devil, “this isn’t over.”

[neko-naruto]

you say you love me, i say you crazy (we're nothing more than friends)

summary: this is what he gets for thinking that Gai would be happy with one night and nothing more than that

tags: aromantic Kakashi, angst, communication errors, implied one night stand

authors note: theyre so allo4aro qpr coded to me

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57561631

Gai won't stop bugging Kakashi about it.

It was supposed to be a one night stand, get the deeply enjoyed annoyance off his back for a bit. Mostly to turn the amount of "we should spar!" declarations he'd get from Gai, but it's backfired. He's let himself into a whole new world of horror.

And that world?

Desperate pleas of more.

It's nauseating to him. Sex is fine, sex is great, he'd be fine doing it with Gai every now and then if it meant keeping him from being so insistent. He gets it. Gai's a guy with ideals, he's got plans, and he plans full well on living them out. He's got an idea on how the world should work and what he needs to do to succeed in life.

Kakashi? He'll pass on the training and the teaching and the searching for the one. He has his books, his dogs, and his three students. That's more than enough for him. He loves them equally and ambivalently, his stories, his lifelong partners, his bastard children- unlike what Gai keeps trying to convince him of.

Someone didn't read enough of Jiraiya's books to understand a one night stand can stay as one night. One single night. Not a single string attached to it. A little fling between friends for shits and giggles, a simple parting gift for someone you'll never see again, a cost of fifty dollars for a quickie. What's so hard to understand?

He said one night. He said it loud and clear. To prove his point he left before Gai could wake up in the morning to start on his reread of Makeout Paradise. See if he can figure out why it was such an awful experience compared to any other affair he's had.

No matter how much he tried to shut Gai up by kissing him till he turned blue in the face he kept saying so many sweet things. Sugary sweet. Sticky like honey and it made Kakashi's skin fucking crawl. Love, love, love- yes, he'd rather die for Gai than bury another a dead friend, but where does that translate to love? He doesn't know.

Maybe he should try to get less hot under the collar when he's reading anything emotional. Maybe people would get the message that he's not fucking interested at all. Just his luck that he's disconnected to the point that an utterance of adoration in his stories where nothing can go wrong makes him flush bright red.

Gai tries to confess to him again, ask him out on a date, try and see if he'd like to spend the night once more. Can't he take a single hint? Or is his skull really that thick?

"What do you want from me?" The amount of exasperation on his tone borders onto a shout, final straw having been plucked.

Gai huffs, "I thought you'd have picked up on my hints by now-"

"I have picked up on your hints! How come you keep trying to give me hints is what I'm asking!" Kakashi swears he doesn't mean to snap, but that'd be a lie. He can't do this anymore. Can't brush off his best friend and say 'maybe later' anymore.

"Because the sex was great and I'm-"

"I've had better, now will you please just stop. Take a hint, Gai, I'm not into you and I never will be."

Kakashi swears he can see Gai's heart shatter into a million little pieces in real time. He knows that he'll regret his harshness later on but right now it feels fucking cathartic. He feels so fucking justified it's unbelievable.

As the beat of silence stretches on Kakashi opts to open his book once more and walk off. Whatever. Just, fucking, whatever. If the tables were turned everybody would care. If Gai was getting borderline harassed for romance every other day then there would be riots. But he's Kakashi Hatake, he's used to Gai's pestering, used to his insistence on rivalry, he can't complain.

Just suck it up and keep moving.

He lacks, he feels a gaping absence in his soul- why would anyone care for someone missing something. Missing what's supposed to make you human. Whose supposed to care about him in spite of that when he never brings it up calm and collected, even if he does they pity him. They pity his happiness because that's not how happiness works. No, sages no, what would he know about happiness?

-/-/-/-

Kakashi doesn't talk to Gai again for a week.

Kakashi doesn't talk to anyone for a week unless they come to him, and the only one who does drop by is Gai.

"Kakashi-"

"Don't."

"What?"

"Don't even bother, whatever you have planned in your head won't end up with me buying you roses, I promise you that much."

"You didn't even let me try my speech."

"Because I know that nothing you can say will ever make me love you as anything more than what we already are- and that's final."

"But-"

Kakashi has Gai in a chokeslam against the wall before another syllable can be uttered, and as much as Gai could break out, he doesn't. He waits for Kakashi to speak, "Listen to me, Gai, I don't work like that."

Gai keeps listening.

"And I never will, you either live with it or leave."

The silence he gets in response is deafening.

Kakashi let's go of Gai's throat and slams his front door shut. What an idiot. Bothering to explain it, even in simple terms, is a death wish, a way to seal any coffin. He should know by now that Gai follows the hierarchy, that he'd see romance as higher than what they have, that he'd want romance after sex. It's the only logical progression to people like him, not to people like Kakashi.

He's too different to ever find peace, isn't he? That's the world keeps telling him at least.

-/-/-/-

Gai buys Kakashi a single rose after another week passes. A bright yellow flower, carried in a tarnished cup with some masking tape that had the word 'sorry' scribed onto it. He hands it over to Kakashi eagerly and watches as his rival starts to tear up.

"Gai, I fucking told you-"

"Before you say another word, rival, consider the meaning of the yellow rose!" The exuberance on his voice is enough to snap Kakashi from his disappointed state.

"A rose is a rose and a rose always means love."

"Not quite, while the classic red rose may symbolize love, each individual color has its own meaning. Blue, mystery. Orange, enthusiasm. White, purity. And yellow symbolizes what we have."

Kakashi gives a defeated sigh, "What do we have?"

"Friendship, dear rival, and nothing more."

Kakashi has the gall to laugh, "And what makes you think I believe you?"

"You said I lived with you not loving me or leave, and I'll live with it."

That's sweet, but, not in a way that makes Kakashi sick to his stomach. He grabs the rose and the glass it's in, "Thanks, Gai."

"No problem at all, Kakashi." He's back to his old self again, not like his old self ever really left though.

"Wanna go get some sushi, or something? We didn't actually do that last week."

"You and I both now that I'd never turn you down."

[depressed-sock]

It Hurts Because We're Trying (4580 words) by depressed-sock Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: ARC Commander Colt & Asajj Ventress, Alpha-17/ARC Commander Colt (Star Wars) Characters: ARC Commander Colt (Star Wars), Asajj Ventress, Alpha-17 (Star Wars), Shaak Ti Additional Tags: Time Loop, Temporary Character Death, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicidal Thoughts, Fix-It of Sorts, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to Friends, Colt Lives (Star Wars), Colt Needs a Hug, One Shot, that feeling when your current best friend is the person who killed you, and doomed you to your own personal hell, Bittersweet Ending Preview:

“What do you mean he’s dead ?”

“Was I not clear enough for you witch? He’s dead . He woke up and he died .”

“That’s not possible. The loop would have reset .”

…

Colt wakes up with a headache. It’s not the first time he’s woken up with one but this time his head feels like it’s been caved in right along his temple and out to the back of his head. Ears still ringing from the shot. Which is a disturbing way to find out that shooting himself in the head was maybe not the best way to end the last loop. But considering how it was going he feels it was a warranted decision on his part.

He curls in on himself, buries himself in the rough fabric of his blanket and contemplates that maybe for this loop he’ll just stay here until he dies again. Or until Ventress shows up and drags him from his bunk while she loudly complains at him for ending the last loop before they’d even gotten to Palpatine.

Colt had a good reason for it. Well he had a selfish reason for it. He wasn’t going to live in a world where Alpha-17 was dead no matter how close he was to finally ending this fucking five and a half years of death filled nightmares. He’d rather be stuck for another year than have this fucking loop end and the one person who makes this hell worth living dead.

It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter.

Not in this loop anyway.

There’s a knock on the metal of his bunk and he doesn’t look up. Just pulls the blankets over his head and pretends that this is the grave he should have been left to rot in.

“Colt, you were supposed to be up hours ago.” 17’s voice has an edge of annoyed exasperation but there’s a bit of worry laced in. Colt doesn’t get bad days like 17 gets. Well he didn’t get bad days until the first time he died and now every day is a bad day but 17 doesn’t know that. So Colt understands why each time he has a harder and harder time getting out of bed the more worried 17 would be.

To him it’s just that one day Colt was fine and now overnight he doesn’t even want to live anymore.

He sighs, counts to ten and waits to see if 17 will get the picture and finally abandon him to his woes. Alpha-17 refuses to leave, patiently waiting for a response from him. Which Colt expects because it’s happened every single loop. 17 is always there. Waiting for some kind of explanation. Even after Colt leaves Kamino he knows 17 will only be a few steps behind if Colt isn't fast enough.

Force he wishes that 17 wouldn’t be. It would make everything so much better if he’d just fucking give up for once in his life.

Colt closes his eyes tight, swallowing roughly before throwing off his blankets and getting up. Shoving past 17 without looking at him because Colt doesn’t want to look at him and see him dead again. Doesn’t want that overlay of a 17 whose eyes have dulled and whose blood covered Colt’s hands as he tried to stop the bleeding.

It's almost worse than a 17 whose broken and beaten. Holding Colt as Colt’s last breath left his body.

“Colt,” 17 repeats and before he can say anything else Colt just shakes his head and rubs his hands over his eyes.

“I’m fine,” his voice cracks, “Just a nightmare.” An endless nightmare with no end in sight . A part of him wants to just keep walking, go have a quiet breakdown in the showers before he sets up everything that needs to happen to get closer to his goal. Instead his feet stay rooted to the spot as he waits to hear what 17 has to say.

Sometimes it’s the same thing over and over again with only some minor variations. Sometimes it’s something new entirely.

[willow-lark]

spring after winter, and sun on the leaves

surprise! part 3 of my most recent soulmate au is HERE for the last day of @bylerweek2023!! it's been so fun participating this week, so i hope you all enjoy the drabble i wrote for the final day. read down below, or click the link to read on ao3! 💕

“I mean,” Will is saying, “I mean, this is going to sound horrible .”

Mike hums, much more distracted with the sensation of Will’s fingers pulling through his hair. When Will was discharged from the hospital, Mike gladly offered up his room so that Will could be more comfortable. But mostly that just means they spend all of their time together in here now, away from prying eyes.

Mike lays with his head pressed against Will’s chest, able to sense his steady heartbeat through the soft fabric of his t-shirt, relaxing into the motion of Will’s breathing. Will’s got one arm around him and the other in Mike’s hair, twisting and playing with his curls.

“I think I might have wanted to tell my mom,” Will continues. “I think—I think she’d be okay with it. It’s just— Hopper.”

Mike chuckles. He likes to think that Hopper considers him to be pretty okay now, since getting out of that Russian prison, but honestly Mike thinks it has to do with the fact that he and El are currently broken up. But now, Hopper and Mrs. Byers very clearly have something going on between them, so Mike doesn’t know if Hopper would altogether appreciate Mike getting together with Will.

“He doesn’t like me very much.”

“It’s awful to say,” Will groans. “He literally just spent eight months in a Soviet labor camp. And he’s El’s dad and everyone thought he was dead . Like, I don’t think my mom would tell anyone if I asked her not to. And it’s not like I don’t trust Hopper. He literally saved my life. I just—I don’t know if it’s safe .”

“Yeah,” Mike agrees. The only other person who knows that Mike and Will are soulmates, is Jonathan, who keeps giving Mike very pointed looks whenever they run into each other in the hallway on the way to the bathroom in the mornings, even though Mike is coming from his own damn bedroom and Jonathan is coming from Nancy’s . And with everything going on in Hawkins right now, tying up all the loose ends from the Upside Down—fuck, Mike still has nighmares about Will not having a pulse, lying there unmoving after he killed Vecna, not being able to wake him up, screaming and crying as he tries. He’ll wake up in the middle of the night and press himself against Will’s warm shape, just to reassure himself that Will’s still here and solid and breathing.

Now, thankfully, the priority is closing up all of the gates and cleaning the town up from all the toxins that seeped through.

Still probably not the best time for Mike and Will to sit down all their friends and family and tell them about being soulmates.

Mike wishes he could. He wants to hold out his wrist to every single person he meets and tell them, Look, my soulmate is Will Byers. Look at my soulmark. See? Do you know how much I love him? You should love him, too. He saved the world. He wants everyone to know how strong and handsome and good Will is, and that Mike has him all to himself.

Of course, that’s not possible, so Mike has to settle for making sure that Will, at least, knows it.

“What are you thinking about, my heart?” murmurs Will above him. 

“You.”

Will laughs, now, and Mike sits up next to him. “You always say that.”

“I always am.”

Will just smiles at him, but Mike can still see the tension in his expression. He jostles Will with his shoulder affectionately. 

“Hey, we don’t have to tell anyone yet.” Mike leans over to peck Will on the lips. “We’re in this together, yeah?”

“Come back,” Will says to him, a half-whine, and kisses Mike again, harder. Will’s always doing that, yanking him in for a kiss practically every time Mike’s face is close enough. Not that Mike minds—certainly quite the opposite. He remembers the first time Will had done it, with his bashful admission of I wanted to do that for ages , right there in the hospital room. 

It’s just fine by Mike—he could kiss Will for another dozen ages, too.

[whumpsical]

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🥺😱😱💖 omg thank u!! This was so much fun to compile!

each of the snippets below the cut will have their own content warnings <33

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⭐ share a snippet where a character is the best at something

contents: trafficking/forced prostitution, mention of snuff, dissociating, internalized slut shaming, a hint of nsfwhump

Jian tried his best not to think about it anymore. If he stopped caring about what happened to his body, if he lost his mind enough, he could take a cock down his throat like he was still getting paid for it.

That was why Lucia was keeping him out of the snuff rooms, anyway. He had a pretty face and even prettier screams for the position, a fact that Lucia was happy to remind him of every time he was chosen to serve another violent but non-lethal client, how his skills in cocksucking made up for the one-time profit. As long as he kept it up.

He could do that. He could check out, let his eyes go blank and let Lucia's clients do what they wanted to him, work his dumb whore magic and swallow, keep them coming back for him, keep himself alive. As long as Lucia didn't expect him to show some kind of gratitude to her for holding him just above the chopping block.

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💙 share a snippet where a character falls out of love a little

contents: a drug/alcohol relapse fueled booty call, a whole stockholm/lima syndrome mess

this comes from an au with @yet-another-heathen where Garcia kept Jian as his pet <33

"...with your invitation? Believe me, if you wake up tomorrow morning and still have the mind to I would love nothing more in the world than to fuck you so good neither of us manage to get out of bed for days."

Jian set his frosty down and hugged his knee to his chest, bracing his foot on the rim of the empty Home Depot bucket.

He wasn't scared of Garcia. For some bizarre reason, he could trust him. Somewhere deep in the demented chemistry of his brain, he still knew he could trust him. That's why he'd called him. Not because he hoped he'd get whisked away to be held in indefinite captivity, but because he knew he wouldn't.

And right now, that realization made the thought of going back to him like this so wholly unappealing that he couldn't help but sniffle out a tiny, derisive laugh at his own expense. This whole stupid scheme of his was supposed to hurt. Garcia had said it himself, Jian was out here looking to take his punishment into his own hands.

Still, to have such bad taste in men that Garcia was off the list was an unexpected blow.

"I don't... I don't think I will."

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👁 share a snippet where the character is very visually engaged/a snippet with description

contents: Jian being drunk, back in his whoring era

Someone touched him from behind, shoving past. Someone else nearly knocked the cup from his protectively raised hand, but Jian just flowed with all the movement around him, swaying between and bumping into anonymous bodies who blinked in and out of existence along with the rhythm of the strobe lights. A girl in front of him, he couldn't remember what she'd just introduced herself as, but right now they were headed towards the back patio to meet one of her friends.

Jian liked her shoes. Tall studded platforms in lime green, their apparent hue shifting dramatically with the utra-saturated red and violet and blue lights that flooded the space. Each of the metal studs on the heel reflected every single little light that surrounded them, making the girl's shoes glitter and flash in Jian's eyes like disco balls.

He knew they had made it outside when the thrumming in his ears reached a pitch louder than the noise around them, and the girl's shoes only shimmered with the golden string lights that stretched across the patio.

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😭 share a snippet that will break our hearts

contents: trafficking/forced prostitution, discussion of death

"Chris is dead," Jian told Greta plainly, once both of them had been locked into their room early the next morning, hours before sunrise. Jian didn't feel anything saying it out loud. Maybe relief. He was too numb to really know.

Greta gave a wry chuckle and a nod, but her veil of sarcasm was moth-eaten and rotting. Even in the dark, Jian could see an emptiness in her eyes that must have matched his own.

"If... if I ever..." Jian stuttered and fell from his track. He averted his gaze, finding Greta's impassive, moonlit face unsettlingly lifeless. "Don't let me go like that, Greta. If I get sick, don't– don't let me die like that. Please."

For a long time, Greta didn't say anything, and Jian was already mentally fortifying himself to take on the task if it came down to it.

When she did speak, Greta's voice was unnaturally flat and quiet.

"That's a lot to ask. You'd do the same for me?"

"Yes," Jian said without hesitation, not knowing yet if he actually did have the courage to deliver on his end of the promise. But he knew he couldn't bear an ending like the one he'd just watched Chris endure.

"Okay," Greta agreed, and the two of them never said another word about it.

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🧠 share a snippet where the character realizes something important

contents: slavery in a historical fantasy setting, failed escape

another crossover with @yet-another-heathen!! this one's how my Morgo entered his Jackal universe <33

The creature approached them once more, and Morgo watched, paralyzed with overstimulation and aching from the heat, as the ifrit handed over a selection of raw emerald along with a small handful of gold coins. Morgo stopped breathing entirely. That was more than enough to--

No. NO. He was not fucking leaving with these demons. If he had one choice left to make in his life, he would choose how he fucking departed from it. He would prefer to perish in the open desert and be buried alone under whirling sands than spend his final few hours among these horrible creatures. Without any care for how savagely it shredded what skin remained on his wrists and neck, Morgo used his body to wrench the rope from beneath Ashok’s foot and sprinted off, making for the clearest horizon line he could find.

His feet never touched the sand. In less than a blink, the ifrit took him down with one huge hand and laid him flat to the fibers of the rug, forcing out a strangled moan from deep in Morgo’s gut.

[magpie-sherlock]

i live for life.

i live for the way the sun comes through my window in the morning, traveling through my suncatcher and spreading rainbows on all the things i put in here to make it finally, maybe feel like home.

i live for the little kid who laughs as she plays a game in karate, even though when she first started she was so shy she wouldn't even touch the punching bag i held out for her until the very end of class.

i live for my russian teacher, who knew me for five minutes and decided to dedicate her time to teaching a nervous teenager how to speak a foreign language.

i live for the boy i dated who complimented my legs while i was ranting about getting dress coded for wearing shorts on a day i was finally feeling confident, who's messing his life up somewhere far away now. i hope he turns out alright.

i live for the time my friend told me he's not even sure i exist, further adding evidence to the fact i might be some sort of cryptid or celestial being or something. you decide.

i live for the friends who drag me kicking and screaming into their friend groups, who are crazy and who show me so much love. i would do anything for them.

i live for my online friends, who saw me and thought i was cool. who tell me about their problems. i always listen, because dammit, these people deserve the best. i'll do anything for them too.

i live for the crows that always seem to follow me on my walks, for the birds i hear at 2am when i finally go to sleep. why the fuck are you still awake you lovely weirdos?

i live for the girl who tapped on my shoulder during lunch one day to compliment my dress, and when i turned around, said, "oh my gosh your eyes are so pretty." she was pretty too.

i live for the people who thought i was weird, who excluded me when i tried to make "normal" friends. for the people who judge me for my bullshit.

i live for the art i draw. for the art i see. for all the sketchbooks and wips and leetle doodles my friends have felt comfortable enough to show me. they're all beautiful. if someone gives me a drawing, i tape it to my wall. there are so many.

i live for the music i hear. every lyric sung. every note played. every single song i listen to and sing and obsess over. the earworms that drive me mad at all hours of the day.

i live for plants. those little fuckers grow everywhere. i wonder what would happen if we tried to plant one on mars. it would probably die, but fuck, it would try to grow. half the grass outside is dead right now. but there are flowers. dandelions. clovers. roses.

i live for animals. watching a dog chase its tail. watching a cat as it tries to catch a laser. a snake slithering across the arena while i'm trying to ride a horse. horses are majestic.

i live for people. everyone has a wonderful soul, and a wonderful brain, all encased in a fleshbag with other little bags inside of it. the human body is fucking crazy man. it all works together to make an individual. all 8 million people on this earth are their own individual. no-one is completely the same as someone else. isn't that crazy?!

i live for rocks. shiny ones, dull ones. geodes are pretty. i also like sliced rocks. diamonds are formed through millions of years of pressure and heat. emeralds are so pretty; they're the rarest.

i live for every single thing on this planet. every little thing that makes up one big thing. there are bad things. it hurts my heart. some days, i don't want to get up. but i'm alive. God decided i get to wake up today, so i'm going to do it. i'm going to get up and do something. even if that something is get some water, put on my flower crown, and sit back down. because there are so many things here, so many people. so many souls, constantly changing this world for the better. simply by being themselves.

I LIVE. FOR LIFE. FOR EVERYTHING.

[ohimsummer]

connie bf hcs

sfw + nsfw (minors dni), fem! reader

— sfw

⋆ You cannot eat in peace around connie, he wants to share everything. Earbuds, food, chapstick, all of it. If you buy food without him and don’t share, he gets pouty and accuses you of not loving him.

⭒ Facetimes you often, usually at night if he’s not with you. He’ll be half-asleep and mumbling jokes and doing his best to respond to you whether you’re still awake or also dozing off. Neither of you will hang up, so whoever falls asleep first ends the call. Sometimes you both fall asleep and wake up to phones with dead batteries.

⭒ Lets you wear his headset while he plays games and lets you shit talk/aggravate people over the mic. Finds it hilarious when people get really mad, and he whispers stuff for you to say that he knows will piss people off.

⭒Connie was friends with you for years before you two started dating, so he knows you like the back of his hand, and therefore can tell immediately when you’re upset. He knows just from your single, curt ‘okay’ that something is wrong.

⭒ Lowkey likes to annoy you because he thinks you’re hot when you’re mad. Nothing too serious, usually just stuff like poking you in the arm or bothering you when you’re busy with menial tasks. When you start giving him the silent treatment, he traps you in a hug from behind and kisses wherever his lips can reach. Bonus points if you’re ticklish somewhere around your neck/face because he will target those areas until you’re struggling to keep the frown on your face.

⭒Takes pride in making you laugh. It brings a smile to his face every time he’s the cause of a grin on your lips and giggles spilling out of you.

⭒ Enjoys listening to commentary videos, and just sort of completely automates what he’s doing while listening. You have to call his name 12 times or get up to go touch him if he zones out like that. 

⭒ Like he’ll put on a 3 hour long commentary to listen to while he’s writing a paper, and he will finish 1/2 of the paper in one sitting but won’t remember writing a single word. But he recalls every detail he heard in the video.

⭒ Just sort of nonchalantly says yes to almost anything you ask for. And even when he says no, he’s still somehow doing what you ask. No, you cannot put bright pink lipstick on him, but you can kiss him hard enough to where yours rubs off on his lips.

⭒ Jokes about how he gives in to you wayyyy more often than he should. He has a paper to write that’s due in two days and he should be starting right now, but those puppy dog eyes you give Connie as you beg him to spend the night with you and fuck you til you’re crying are really making it hard to deny your request.

⭒ Just shows up outside your house to take you places with almost no prior notice. You’re lucky to get a “hey omw get ready’ text about 10 minutes before he shows up. 

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⋆ connie loves when you get jealous. Gives him a reason to feel you up and show him he loves you and only you. It’s so easy for him to ease you down onto the bed or up against a wall, hands wandering as his leg moves to part your thighs.

⭒ He will always find a way to be touching your boobs. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing or where y’all are. Hand resting on your chest when he tosses an arm over your shoulder, cheek smushed against them while you’re cuddling (which is why he loves laying on top of you). He’s a fiend.

⭒ LOVES positions where you’re on top. Cowgirl and reverse cowgirl are his favourite positions; he gets to see you coming undone on top of him, and it’s super easy for him to smack your ass. He loves the lil squeals and high pitched moans you let out every time he lands another hit on your backside.

⭒ Please use him for your own pleasure, he’s begging for it. Make him keep his hands to himself while you grind against his dick and get yourself off. Rut against his face when he asks you to sit on it, or yank him by the hair to press him further into your cunt. He loves it so much, loves when you take control.

⭒ A biter. Connie loves to mark you. Thighs, shoulders, breasts, but his favourite spot is right around your neck + collarbone. He’ll mark you until you’re covered in purple marks, then go back over them with soft kisses and gentle licks. 

⭒ Your moans make him so hard, it is ridiculous. He urges you to be louder, loves to kiss you and stick his tongue down your throat just to swallow those sweet whimpers and mewls of his name. And if you beg him to fuck you, his mind goes absolutely haywire, he has to restrain himself from yanking his pants off and rutting into you like a needy whore.

[cheesus-doodles]

Y’know, about Yan bff Baji's au just makes me realize something about Mikey. I feel like he would indirectly force you to marry him if the reader's partner is not one of the founders. Sure, marrying the reader himself is a guaranteed monopolization of all the cuddle sessions he could ever want, but I have a hunch he would settle with reader marrying one of the toman founders cause they are his closest friends and he could just crash their place whenever the fuck he want due to his selfish needy personality.-Winky Wink

So yeah, if the reader marry Baji or any of the founder, Mikey gonna treat their place like second or third home ( his family house and his current house assuming he won’t live there( parent house) in the future). Waking up in the morning to see Mikey's face first thing in the morning is not uncommon sight. The man squeeze himself between you and your husband. When you got home after hard work, you can expected to see Mikey either eating snack and watching tv while waiting for you to come back, taking a shower, or half dead asleep on your bed. If he came late, he would just break the lock or window and sleep between you and your husband.

At one point, you have no choice but to give Mikey a spare key to your house cause that man broke many doors, windows and locks. Money would not be a problem cause he can use the gang's fund for all the damage he done, but it was annoying to keep changing doors, windows, and locks 5 times a week. In addition, your neighbors would thought that you, Mikey, and Baji (or anyone of the toman founder) are in polygamy relationship cause Mikey might as well be your second husband.

Of course, there would be some scuffles between your husband and Mikey cause they feel like the other party is the third wheel during the cuddle session. Reader is the one who has to calm them down and figure out a way to solve this dilemma.

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Right - just to put it out there first, no way its just Mikey crashing your house day in and day out. No matter who you choose to marry at the end of the day, you essentially married every single Toman founder at the same time. Everyone's going to let themselves in and out at any time of the day whenever they want to find you and bathe in your attention and love, and life kinda just goes on the same as before. But of course Mikey being Mikey just kinda moves himself in - you've basically adopted him as your kid.

I would say outright, the worst of the founders to marry would be Kazutora because of how needy and possessive over you he already is and how much he would absolutely hate sharing you with Mikey or the rest of the founders once he married you. Arguments, fights, furniture getting smashed, them basically trying to manhandle each other out of the door and smacking the shit out of the other whenever they think you weren't looking - peace would be hard to come by. Even at night, it'll always be a competition to be bundled up in your arms, sometimes the person changing every half an hour when he inevitably get pried off and tossed out the nearest window. Locks broken so many times a day you just opt to leave it. So much crying and watery eyes and tantrums that its like you had two babies instead of marrying. So be prepared to sigh and try your best to soothe everyone's raging insecurities and jealousy if you do, for some reason, pick Kazutora.

Best to marry would be Baji or Draken. Easy going guys, doesn't mind sharing your attention and affection, and gets along well with all the founders. Together with you, its a breeze for them to keep the founders together, your house becoming more like a base of operations with the amount of time everyone seems to spend there. They still clammer for your affection whenever, but they'll okay if you press a kiss to the others' forehead at the same time. And Mikey definitely doesn't mind you marrying either of them because they take good care of you, making sure you don't work too hard, making sure you get enough rest - and he can simply just leech off your love whenever he wanted.

But no matter who your husband is, the one thing that they find annoying is not being able to just spend some alone time with their wife (absolutely no smexy time allowed if Mikey can't be in the room), because it seems Mikey has a way of worming himself into whatever you were doing to get even a second more of your attention on him.

Worst of all, its not just Mikey, but Kazutora that will be competing to be in your arms, especially at night.

More needy than actual kids, Mikey and Kazutora will absolutely find their way into your bed on most nights to cuddle and to sleep in your arms. Baji usually sleep tosses both of them out at some point during the night for his cuddles, while Draken will just outright yank and yeet, but they will be back, and waking up to see a mob of familiar golden hair or duo-colored hair instead of your face would just be something your husband will have to get used to. Very smug when they get away with it too, worth getting occasionally tossed out the window - though your Toman husband of choice tends not to do this often since it leads to you pampering and spoiling Mikey and Kazutora even more when one points at an almost invisible booboo he got and the other just cries bully.

Eats snacks while cuddled in your bed, only leaves crumbs on the side that your husband sleeps to make a point. The two of them get to wear your pajamas as well.

Whimpers and crying that melts your heart if he doesn't get his way, more whiney than a baby because it works, Mikey probably has your hand held in his more often than your own husband, with Kazutora taking second place. Follows you around everywhere, though both are still banned from the bathroom (very smug husband founder never fails to throw Mikey that look when he gets to follow you in, always results in a fight later on).

With regards to work, more likely than not your Toman friends would encourage you to just stay home instead of working, since they rather not run the risk of exposing you to the dangers of the outside world.

If you did insist on working, it'll be somewhere suitable for your fragile and delicate self, somewhere safe and that all the founders can agree on - more likely than not a Boten front company where they knew you would be taken care of. And Mikey definitely follows you to work most days to the horror of whatever colleagues still live - he does leave when he gets bored though, but another needy founder will quickly take his place. Don't worry, you'll find him

impatiently waiting for you to get back, sometimes sending an executive to get you out of work because his favourite show was starting and you absolutely had to watch it with him, only to be later jumped by Kazutora accusing him of underhanded methods to steal your time for himself.

You still cook and prepare bentos for all your friends to take to work, and your neighbours probably just think you married six different guys instead of one since there alway seem to be so many people living in the same house, but no one dares to ask you anyway.

[danganwlw]

WHY YOU 🫵 NEED TO VOTE FOR CHIHIRO FUJISAKI TO BE THE ULTIMATE GIRL!!!

under the cut cuz it ended up long lol

tldr; they both may have transgender and autistic swag but chihiro is the reason ibuki’s swag lives on

Think of the transgender vindication. Imagine transitioning so good that you become the best girl ever and kick every other girl’s ass(/metaphorical). Gender dysmorphia OBLITERATED(/metaphorical also. Don’t remember if there’s shorthand for that tbh lol.)

A vote for Chihiro is a vote against toxic masculinity and internalized misogyny fr fr!!!!! (Vote for Ibuki for these too lol they’re just relevant to Chihiro’s character)

Chihiro had to be merged by god with crippling anxiety because otherwise her sheer number of braincells and her autism swag would conquer the killing game alone.

AND IN A WAY!!!! IT STILL DID!!!!! Not even god could stop her.

Chihiro is the most important character in Danganronpa and I will elaborate actually.

Chihiro sees a laptop and really goes straight to work!! She wants to help so bad!!!! And she does! Despite her hangups about how useful she is, the first thing she does when presenting with something she knows she can help with is step up!! Chapter 2 takes place during FIVE DAYS. FIVE!!! She programs Alter Ego into that thing during the course of FIVE! DAYS!! And maintains a social life even, if the free time events are anything to go by. We stan a hyper competent queen.

If Alter Ego didn’t exist, the casts of both the first two games are FUCKED. For one, Alter Ego saved Makoto’s life during his execution. After she got crushed even!! Chihiro’s genius lives in Alter Ego because the girlboss saved herself enough to deux ex machina(/pos) that shit!

And if you consider that Makoto is the one who helped his classmates through chapter 6, ergo saving their lives as well, Alter Ego ABSOLUTELY has a big hand in that final victory!

Chihiro’s research helped make the NEO World Program. And not just helped, Alter Ego is DIRECTLY INVOLVED in the maintenance of it, if not it’s creation.

When the NEO World Program was infected with the fuckin Junko virus or whatever, Alter Ego did her damndest to try and hold that shit together! And perhaps she didn’t succeed fully, but she succeeded enough to be able to get the survivors to where they could get out, enough that her friends could eventually come in to help, enough so that there remained enough rules that even the virus couldn’t bypass.

And yknow what? Fuck it. I’m crediting her for he fact that the sdr2 cast was even able to wake up at all. I may not have fully watched the anime so correct me if I’m wrong but listen. Someone had to be storing the memory or making backups of their minds somewhere. Who else would it have been, really?

And even without that, the Neo Program itself saved the cast of sdr2. In that way, Chihiro saved them three times over.

That’s 21 people. The cast of sdr2 minus Chiaki, plus Makoto(directly), plus the rest of the thh survivors(indirectly). And even if you don’t count the non-Makoto survivors of thh as people she’s saved(which is fair but also why?), that’s still 16 people!! That’s more than Monokuma gets in a single killing game! That’s a full cast right there!!

Without Chihiro, Danganronpa would be FUCKED. There would be nothing even close to a happy ending anywhere in sight.

Plus Ibuki would be fuckin!!! Dead!!! Dead as hell!!!!

Thank you for coming to my TED talk. Vote Chihiro. :)

[hargrove-mayfields]

Harringrove Harvest Week- Day 6

Prompt: Vampire x Hanahaki Disease

Warnings: Referenced past character death

Billy wakes up. That’s all wrong. He wasn’t supposed to wake up.

None of this was supposed to happen.

His best friend, a vampire. A beautiful vampire he couldn’t help but fall for. The cause of his death and the cause of him opening his eyes days after his broken heart stopped beating.

He’s pissed.

The room is dark. Kind of like everything these days. He doesn’t need to see him to know he’s here. Billy growls, “Why am I alive? What did you do to me, Steve!”

Steve’s voice is so soft, in contrast with the things he’s done. It would make Billy’s blood boil, if he wasn’t recently undead.

“I saved you.”

Billy turns around, trying to find Steve. Velvet curtains. Antique wood. Bullshit tacky vampire aesthetic. He brought him back to his house. His bullshit creepy fucking hideout.

Another hot flash of rage strikes Billy’s still heart. He yells until his voice goes raspy, “No! You damned me to suffering. Eternal fucking heartbreak! I hate you!”

“You didn’t before. You bloomed for me.”

This ancient asshole and his bullshit flowery language. Billy finally catches a glimpse of Steve out of the corner of his eye, lounging all casually cloaked in darkness, like this was some fucked up cliché and not his fucking life on the line.

Billy turns on him, marches closer to drive his words like a stake right into that unfeeling soul of Steven Harrington, “Dont fucking put it like that. I suffocated. I choked to death on fucking rose thorns. For you!”

Billy’s death was slow. Miserable. Unexplained. Steve wasn’t there to comfort him then. Not from the first time a single pedal with two drops of blood landed in his palm until the day he died a month later. That only drew out his pain.

But Steve doesn’t see it that way. “That’s why I saved you. You loved me.”

No shit. Why else was he coughing up red and black roses for four fucking weeks? Feeling his lungs and his throat be torn open by thorns and filled with blood and sap. Of course he loved him.

It’s Steve that cursed him to this. Billy needs him to know that. “But you didn’t love me.”

“I couldn’t. I’m dead. More than a century old. My heart doesn’t beat, and it doesn’t feel.” Steve explains simply, cold and logical, until he falters. For just a moment, vulnerability seeps into his words. Almost like an apology that things ended up this way, but not quite, “I couldn’t.”

Billy takes that vulnerability and twists it into what he needs to hear, “Did you want to love me?”

“Yes. That’s why you’re here, Billy.” Shit. He wasn’t expecting to get that.

Billy stands in stunned silence, the fight suddenly drained from him like the color in his life. Steve can tell, he always can, and he always tries to make things right after. “It hurt to watch you hurting, but it had to happen this way. For us to be together.”

That’s all Billy ever wanted. Was for Steve to put some fucking effort back in for every single speech and breath and drop of blood Billy had traded away for him. Does it matter now that it’s too late? He’s already dead. He’ll only suffer more if he doesn’t give him a chance.

But he’s scared of forever. “Are you just sweet talking, or do you mean it this time?”

“I swear by it.” Steve assures him, taking strides to be the one to reach out, and hold Billy’s hands in his own.

He used to call Billy a weak human, when they’d meet and he was covered in bruises. But Billy isn’t human at all anymore, and he won’t bend to Steve’s every whim. Not letting go of his hands, he challenges, “Prove it.”

“I gave you life and immortality.” Steve acts like that means anything. Like that’s what he wanted.

It’s not bad, but there’s something missing. Billy decides to make it clear what he wants, pulling himself even closer to Steve.

“So fucking prove it by spending it with me.”

“That’s easy. I let you go once. I don’t want to lose you again.”

So Steve wasn’t just bloodthirsty. He really meant it.

Billy lets his walls come all the way down now. Like that small declaration was enough to make up for it. Maybe it is. He’s never been resurrected by a vampire who refused to love him before to know.

He lunges forward, and pulls Steve into him by the collar of his shirt for an embrace. It’s rougher than it needs to be, full of passion and anger and something in between, “You better keep your damn promise, Steve.”

“I will, Billy.” Steve promises, delicate, claw-like fingers in Billy’s dry curls. This is the most emotion Billy has ever felt from him, and he’s so relieved and happy to hear Steve say, “I’m sorry.”

Scared to lose it now, he demands, more like a question, “Make it up to me then.”

“I already told you I will. Do you trust me?” Steve holds Billy’s face gently. So gently. Billy can’t help but lean into the touch.

Billy almost forgets that Steve was speaking to him. That’s his charm, the reason why Billy fell so deeply in love his body couldn’t survive it.

He’s still mad though. Giving Steve the satisfaction of his trust makes him feel too easy,

“I shouldn’t.”

“But do you?” Steve sees through him, of course he does.

In Steve’s arms, with more time to process, that’s easier to deal with. Billy is sated now, the rage inside him replaced with peace now that he’s this close to getting what he wants.

Part of him wonders if that change will be permanent. He’s never seen passion like that from Steve. Vampires are bullshit.

“Yes. For some stupid fucking reason, yeah, I trust you. And I love you too, asshole.” Billy's true feelings never changed though. So much for the unfeeling monster act.

He feels sadness too, in the silence that follows his declaration to Steve. After everything, he needs to hear it back. He clutches onto Steve’s button up tighter, “Say it back.”

And then Steve’s smiling, alluring fangs on display, making Billy run his teeth over his own to feel what it’s like. It’s going to take a while to get used to this.

Especially once Steve promises, giving in to what Billy wanted all this time, “You know you don’t have to ask anymore. I love you, Billy.”

It’s only then that Billy truly blooms.

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC is Half Demon and They’re- Oh Crap They’re Barbatos’ Kid!

This is the second part of that one request I answered for Dia and Barb’s possible kids. Sorry this took so long! Writer’s block, y’know? Anyhoo~ enjoy, everyone!

This story didn’t start on the first day of the exchange program, it started five days before in Barbatos’ room at three in the morning with the poor butler waking up in a cold sweat.

Oh dear, it appeared the exchange program would be up in a bit of a tizzy. He had… a child? Oh my… Barbatos hoped the young master wouldn’t be too miffed about the student not being a totally normal human.

On the day of the exchange program, Barbatos insisted he had to be present for the event, he carefully pushed a cushioned sofa in the drop zone before opening the portal. The child fell right out of the sky and landed perfectly on the couch, they were already wearing a helmet and looked quite shocked by the cushioned fall.

Well, it was a big shock to the assembled crowd, but the child gave everyone a lopsided smile and removed their helmet.

“So, I assume I’m here for the exchange program?”

Dadbatos

Well, this child was incredibly… what was the word the kids were using? chill? They were quite chill considering the situation, and was surprisingly prepared for the sudden drop into hell.

“Oh, I had a dream that this was going to happen, and I dream about the future n’stuff. I thought I’d come prepared.” “Ah, that’s very sensible.”

Diavolo recovered quickly from his shock and was positively delighted to meet this little munchkin. He insisted that they had to stay with their dad.

MC was polite, if not a bit overly calm about a lot of things. They didn’t run off to start trouble, and they didn’t seem very impressed by the Devildom itself. It was sort of like this child had a very low maximum level of excitement. Barbatos was glad his child wasn’t some little hellraiser.

He was never a child himself, so he’s a bit clueless about what children actually enjoy. Here child, have a… have an old torture weapon. Don’t use it on anyone who doesn’t deserve it :)

(I’m kidding, Barbatos is too responsible to give one of his instruments of torture to a child. That’s for when they’re older.)

“MC,” Barbatos knocked on his child’s door. “Have you done your homework?”

MC answered the door with a grin on their face. “Yep, done this week’s and next week’s. I’m getting a head start on the potions project due next week.”

Barbatos almost breathed a small sigh of relief. Thank the stars his child was responsible, it already took a big chunk of his energy to make sure Diavolo didn’t get distracted from his paperwork. Though, his stress levels did rise a tad when he got a glimpse at the mess in MC’s room.

“Are you going to clean that?”

“Nah,” MC shrugged. “It’s whatever. I know where everything is and nothing’s a fall risk. See you at dinner, father.”

And with that, MC shut the door. Well… no child was perfect.

As much as MC’s lack of cleanliness bothers Barbatos, he knows his kid isn’t being maliciously lazy, just for the love of the Demon King please stop leaving cups on the coffee tables without a coaster!

Oh yeah, Luke has a big sib. Sorry- little sib, because Luke isn’t some chihuahua child, he’s a totally mature grown-up Angel.

Barbatos is the type of father who will let his child go off and have whatever kind of fun they want as long as they don’t slack on their important duties.

Barbs also has a goddamn torture dungeon so we here at Stupid Headcanons inc. do NOT recommend trying to eat MC. Doing so may result in you wishing you were dead.

Don’t fuck with the butler.

Lucifer

…out of literally everyone in the room, the last person Lucifer expected to have a secret scandal baby… had a scandal baby. Damn.

At least the human wouldn’t have to live with him and his brothers. The last thing Lucifer wanted was for Barbatos to be even more aware of the chaos that went down in that house every single day.

MC and Lucifer have a healthy level of respect for one another, but Lucifer just can’t shake the feeling that this kid is messing with him somehow.

Just, little things… MC offering him fruit and loudly assuring him that it was just blackberries and nothing poisonous, asking if the RAD uniform suits his tastes, proclaiming that the dirt was high quality-

SOMEONE TOLD MC ABOUT LUCIFER’S FIRST VISIT TO THE DEVILDOM!

MC wasn’t exactly visibly goading him, they said everything with an innocent smile on their face.

When MC starts getting nosy with the attic, he’s not terribly sure how to deal with it. He was going up against a child that could at least partially tell the future. After the first time Lucifer told them to scram, they never went back to the steps… at least not when Lucifer was there to guard it…

After everything goes down, Lucifer is glad that MC wasn’t hurt or anything. He’d come to like the child and it’d be awful to lose the only person who could get his more hyperactive brothers to calm down.

Mammon

Mammon wasn’t present for the meeting, but when he was informed later, the news was met with an eloquent: “the fuck? Huh, wild.”

He isn’t too interested in MC at first. At least until the little runt saved him from getting busted for skipping class. Mammon was just eating his lunch in the courtyard when MC passed by and calmly told him that if he skipped class he should not hang out in the west staircase because Lucifer was going to walk down those steps during third period.

At first Mammon tried to brush off the warning, but ended up listening to the kid anyway, and what do ya know! He didn’t get caught by Lucifer!

That’s when it clicked that MC could see the future, right? Right?! Ya know what Mammon could use that for?! Right?!

Gambling! Scams! Schemes! General shennaniganery!

MC wasn’t terribly enthused about the entire situation, so they may have messed with Mammon a little. Just a bit.

It’s not like Mammon ever listened when MC told him to cut his losses and leave the casino anyway 🙄

Leviathan

First reaction? Thank the anime gods that there wouldn’t be another normie living in the house with him…

Reaction upon hearing that the MC was Barb’s kid? Really? Barbatos? Wow… well, to be fair Levi totally understood why someone would be attracted to Barbatos, I mean, Levi’s watched plenty of anime involving butlers, but Barbatos actually having a living breathing child? Damn.

But still, Levi wasn’t going to hang out with some normie brat. He had better and nerdier things to devote his time to.

Whenever MC visited, Levi was up in his room. But once MC decided to poke their head in the door while Levi was in the middle of gamer raging.

They calmly sat Levi down and explained to him that he could be upset about whatever happened in his game, but lashing out wasn’t going to fix anything or make him better at the actual game.

…damn it… they were right.

Slowly but surely Levi and MC built up a friendship, and the brothers rejoiced at the lack of rage related Lotan summons.

Satan

Out of everything Satan could have possibly expected from the second exchange student, this was not one of them.

Satan began to wonder exactly how MC’s powers worked, he didn’t exactly have any concrete data to compare them to because Barbatos was so mysterious

Hm, how very interesting. Satan decided that it was up to him to satiate his own curiosity and began to study MC. To be honest, MC wasn’t being terribly interesting.

They were a pretty normal kid all things considered. MC went to class, made friends, did their work, very very normal. Well, except for the fact that they seemed to dodge practically every unfortunate thing that could have happened to them.

They’d stop at the perfect time to avoid something accidentally being spilled on them, they always had pencils ready, and they always seemed to know exactly when a teacher was coming… mad sus.

Satan eventually confronted MC about this, and they just shrugged and explained that they tend to dream about what was most likely to happen the next day and would adjust their actions accordingly.

It may have been anticlimactic, but MC did inform Satan that there would be a cat in the courtyard in fifteen minutes.

HE NEEDED TO GO!

Asmodeus

Asmo had genuinely been looking forward to the new exchange program, he was excited to have a new face around the house to shake things up! He loves his dear brothers but spending thousands of years with them makes their shenanigans become a bit… well, a bit boring.

But my oh my, the new face was being obscured by that tacky bicycle helmet… the new face looked an awful lot like Barbatos…

Once Asmo registered what was going on, he was positively enchanted with the little half human. They were just so cute! They looked like a baby Barbatos with those adorably chubby cheeks!

Oh Barbatos~ he just had to let Asmo babysit!

When Asmo managed to sweep MC away for a fun day with shifty uncle Solomon, he was reminded of all the shenanigans that he, Barbatos, and Solomon used to get up to.

*sigh, Barbie was always so busy… no time for a fun night of torture, chaos, and revelry

Anyhoodles~ MC was always such a relaxed little thing. They let Asmo vent whenever any awful tragedies occur, like when Asmo finds a sweater that isn’t in his size… *sniffle*

Beelzebub

A child of Barbatos? The best cook in the three realms Barbatos?! …hey kid want to hang out with cool uncle Beel?

Beel tried everything in his power to get MC to make him food. I mean, the genetic disposition for making good food has to have been passed down from father to child!

When MC finally made Beel food, he was ecstatic!

…Until the food touched Beel’s tongue and he realized it wasn’t good, it was just… okay. Average. Passable.

Aw man… but the kid looked so excited to have made something for Beel…

Beel really hammed up his reaction to make MC feel better. Beel was like “Wow. So good. Amazing.” “Thanks Beel.”

Very sweet child, they don’t mind being used in place as a dumbell.

Belphegor

Damn, and here Belphie was, thinking Barbatos has standards. Apparently not!

When MC went and walked up the attic steps, Belphie was almost bouncing on his toes in anticipation. This human had been a pain in the rear to call up, so he was excited to finally get a good look at them. And lo and behold, a half demon child of Lord Diavolo’s butler.

MC grinned and greeted Belphie first, using his name and asking why the Avatar of Sloth was stuck up in the attic of his own home when he was supposed to be in the human world. Belphie was flabbergasted and didn’t exactly know how to respond.

He came up with a new plan quickly. Belphie didn’t exactly know how this kid’s powers worked, so he’d continue with trying to trick them into opening the attic door. Allowing Belphie to end their miserable little life and thus ruining the exchange program.

The child continued to visit Belphie up in the attic, relaying the events of what was going on, and Belphie continued to play the part of prisoner. Until one day in particular…

MC appeared in front of the door, looking a tad more unkempt than normal, they weren’t smiling their usual carefree smile either. Their eyes bore holes into Belphegor’s skull as they flared at him.

“How long have you been planning on killing me?”

MC had seen the future where they died at Belphie’s hand, and they sure as hell were not going to let him out of the attic after that. Though, they did tell Belphie about Lilith’s true fate before they left, and assured Belphie they had no reason to lie to him about something he wasn’t directly involved in.

So, Belphie did get let out of the attic eventually, and even though MC smiled and welcomed him back all the same, there would always a barrier between the two. Broken trust wasn’t easy to mend, after all.

[mypoisonedvine]

vignettes of a bond || alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader

I originally wrote this in two parts for my sleepover but after I realized how long it accidentally became, I've reformatted it, added/changed a few things, and made into a oneshot!

word count: 3.1k

warnings: smut, angst, knotting, violence

June 2nd, 1943, 11:43 p.m., James Barnes’ bedroom

“I wanna do it, before I go,” he whispered against your skin. “But I know it’s wrong. It’s too cruel.”

“No, please,” you whimpered, “I want it. I want your mark.”

Bucky pulled back for a moment and you examined your Alpha’s face carefully, knowing it might be the last time for a long time. “I couldn’t bond to you and then leave you. It wouldn’t be fair… you deserve to find somebody who can stay, and be with you, and protect you.”

“All I want is you,” you whispered. “Please, Alpha… bite me.”

You saw him hesitate for a moment before he leaned in and sucked at your neck, building the anticipation before he finally sunk his teeth into your skin and you cried out, one single tear rolling down your cheek. “Mine,” he growled against your skin as he lapped at the healing wound, “my Omega. Forever.”

“Yours, only yours,” you agreed eagerly.

It wasn’t the first time Bucky had taken you, but that night he really and truly claimed you, left you a desperate begging mess, stretched out over his knot as he filled you over and over.

The next morning, you were still sore between your legs as well as on your new mark, and it took everything in you to be strong as you saw him off at the train station, waving goodbye and praying that your Alpha would return to you soon.

November 9th, 1943, 2:24 p.m., undercover SHIELD facility

“You promised Bucky you’d take care of me,” you reminded him with a little smile, wiping a tear from your cheek.

“I know,” Steve relented, “but we both know I can’t do that. Not in this state. But maybe I can protect you if I do this. Maybe I can protect my country. I owe it to everyone, especially Bucky, to try.”

You nodded. “But I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too. Come see me before I ship out for good, alright?”

“Of course,” you agreed.

December 27th, 1943, 8:32 a.m., your front porch

“You’re lying,” you gasped as you shook your head. “You’re wrong, no, it’s not true.”

“It is,” Steve promised as tears welled in his eyes, “I’m so so sorry, I saw it myself, I had to watch him fall…”

“It’s not true! He’s not dead!”

“I know he loved you so much. He talked about every day, he couldn’t wait to come home to you,” Steve remembered, choking up noticeably. “But he won’t. He’s gone.”

“You don’t understand, I know, okay? I know.”

“You’re in shock, I understand, it’s hard to lose your mate—”

“You’re a beta, you wouldn’t understand,” you dismissed; sure, he looked like an alpha now, but it didn’t make a difference. “Omegas, we know when our Alpha dies, we feel it, it kills us. He’s far away, but he’s still there, I still feel him!”

Steve held you as you sobbed, your body crumpling into his arms. Sometimes you thought maybe he held you too tight on accident because he was still getting used to his new strength; other times you thought he did it on purpose.

February 3rd, 1944, 12:00 p.m., undercover SHIELD facility

“Even when I had nothing, I had Steve,” you recalled shakily, “and now he’s gone too.”

“Is that why you’re volunteering?” Agent Carter asked you. “Because you’d rather sleep for a hundred years than live without your mate and your best friend?”

“I’m volunteering because my mate and my best friend died for SHIELD,” you corrected firmly, “and if I’m not willing to also, then I’m admitting I think they went to waste.”

“Steve told me you didn’t think Bucky was dead,” Peggy remembered.

You winced. “I’m not sure. But I know he’s not coming home again. I came here to give whatever I could to help find him… I was asked to participate in a cryogenics research study. If it helps him, then I’ll do it.”

She was about to get up, apparently satisfied with your final interview, but you stopped her.

“On one condition,” you added. “If James Barnes is found, alive or dead, wake me up to see him.”

She nodded, stepping out of the room and leaving you alone again.

May 8th, 2012, SHIELD headquarters

“Can you hear me?”

You slowly blinked awake, your vision taking a moment to catch up with your mind. You saw tubes coming out of your arms; you saw Steve above you, looking like the day you saw him last.

“Did you find Bucky?” you asked instantly. Why else would they wake you up?

“No,” Steve answered, seemingly a bit disappointed that that was your first and only question.

“Then put me back to sleep,” you demanded.

“It’s been 68 years,” he told you. “You’ve slept for 68 years. It’s time to wake up.”

And you did, more than you ever wanted to, because you realized you couldn’t feel him anymore. Your Alpha was gone. Worse, he probably died while you were asleep; he probably died alone.

One more time, like he had 68 years ago, Steve held you while you sobbed.

August 1st, 2014, 2:11 a.m., Avengers compound, Steve Rogers’ quarters

You ran into Steve’s room barefoot and still in your pajamas, barreling through the door and right into his bed.

“Steve, I feel him!” you rushed.

“What?” he groaned sleepily, looking up at you as he blinked in confusion.

“I feel him again, he’s alive,” you explained. “I know it. He’s weak… he’s hurting… but he’s there.”

“That’s impossible,” Steve shook his head. “It’s been too long, he would’ve died of old age anyways.”

“Don’t you want to believe it? Don’t you want to think he’s out there?”

“Do I want to think he’s alone and I didn’t save him?” Steve hissed. “No, I can’t say that I particularly do!”

“But we still can, Steve, we just have to find h—”

But before you could finish, the feeling left you, and you were just half of something again.

“Oh,” you breathed.

“He’s gone again?” Steve realized.

You nodded, biting your lip as it started to quiver. He sighed and pulled you into a hug. “If I could just see his body, and know it was over,” you whispered, “if I could just bury him, have a funeral…”

“We’ll have one,” Steve decided, “after this mission. We’ll put him to rest. He deserves that, and so do you.”

You nodded into his shoulder. It shattered you into a million pieces but it was still the better option, to try to let him go in whatever small way you could. He would always, always, always be your Alpha, nothing could change that, but a funeral would at least bring some closure.

That would have to wait until after your next mission though… and it was going to be a big one: tracking the elusive Winter Soldier.

August 3rd, 2014, 1:14 p.m., Lower East side

You were a few blocks away, helping civilians escape the firefight, when you felt it.

For one impossibly brief moment, you felt him, stronger than you had in nearly 80 years. He was here.

You instantly got up and ran like you’d never run before, finding the Soldier and Steve locked in a brutal showdown— but his mask was gone now, and you nearly fell to your knees at the sight of him.

“Bucky!” you yelped, but you knew he wasn’t there or you would’ve felt his presence. Your Alpha was somewhere underneath the shell that wore his face, and you needed to find him.

You ran forward just as Steve made a break for it, getting to him just in time to stand between the Soldier and his mission.

“Alpha, please,” you whimpered, clutching at his chest. A metal hand backhanded you to the ground.

“Out of my way, Omega,” he growled, stepping over you, but you grabbed at his ankles even when he tried to kick you away.

“My mark,” you explained hastily, pulling your shirt down some to make sure it was visible. “It’s yours. Do you remember? You gave me this. This is your mark on me.”

He stared down at you, seeming to be contemplating it, and you scrambled back to your feet and faced him.

“I still feel you,” you whispered. “I knew you were alive, I knew you’d come back to me. I could feel you, right here,” you explained as you took his hand and placed it on your chest. “Could you feel me? Did you know I was waiting for you all this time?”

His eyes were watering but he still seemed confused— stunned, more specifically, as you placed your hand on his chest.

“I’ll always be yours, Bucky. I’ll always be your Omega, no matter where you are.”

A stun gun took you down, an array of masked men appeared, and before he could really see you for what you were, he was dragged away and taken to be erased again.

August 3rd, 2014, 9:04 p.m., Avengers compound, medical bay

“I can’t believe we let them get away,” Steve lamented, resting his face in his hands. “I can’t believe they took him again…”

“They’ll be back,” you promised sternly. “They’re going to figure out what I am to him. They’re going to realize I could break his programming. And they’re going to come for me.”

“And when they do?” Steve pressed.

“We’ll be ready. And I’ll get my Alpha back.”

August 3rd, 2014, 9:04 p.m., temporary HYDRA operations facility

"The woman on the bridge... the Omega..." Bucky mumbled. "She knew me... she had my mark."

"No she didn't."

He furrowed his brow. "She showed me..."

Pierce sighed, glancing over to the HYDRA scientist who looked back at him sternly.

"She's too dangerous to be left alive," the man sighed, shrugging in his lab coat. "We can't deprogram a bond like that."

"We'll take care of her," Pierce promised.

Bucky launched from the chair, snapping his restraints like paper. "Touch her and I'll fucking kill you!" he bellowed, tackling his handler to the ground.

Pierce just laughed as another scientist jabbed Bucky with a needle, dosing him with something strong enough to kill any other man but just enough to knock out a super soldier. Pierce stood up and dusted himself off as he watched Bucky go limp and be lifted back into his chair.

"I can see the fight in your eyes, Soldier," he taunted as he leaned into his face. "I know you really would kill me, if you could. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak, right? But don't worry about your mate, we'll make it quick and painless. Hey, maybe beforehand me and a few of the other Alphas will show her a good time, poor thing's been without her mate for 70 years... I bet she's raring to go."

Bucky's arm twitched as his eyes started to fall shut, a tear falling down his blank and motionless face.

"Wipe him," Pierce instructed to the scientist, turning and walking away as the electric whirr of the machine charging up filled the room.

August 11th, 2014, 3:53 p.m., SHIELD headquarters

Steve was impressed with how accurate and imminent your prediction was; HYDRA was hot on your trail and desperate to eliminate the biggest threat to their Asset. Knowing they were coming made it easier, but it was still a brutal fight.

You and Steve tried to stay together, but they were smart, they used the perfect bait to lure you away.

"Tell me where he is," you demanded from the HYDRA agent as you held a blade to his neck, "then I'll kill you."

"Isn't it supposed to be 'or I'll kill you'?" he frowned.

You shook your head. "Not the way I operate."

Opposite to the reaction you were expecting, he grinned widely. "He's here."

Your heart stopped.

"On the roof. He's here to kill you."

You dropped the knife and ran straight for the stairwell, ascending them like they were nothing and calling out for your Alpha.

You found him there, waiting, gun trained on you. Raising your hands in surrender, you yelled to him again.

"Bucky," you called across the windy roof, eyes nearly blinded by the bright afternoon sun. "Alpha."

"I'm not who you think I am," he yelled back. "I'm not your Alpha."

It hurt to hear it in his voice, but you knew it wasn't him. Cautiously, you stepped closer. "Before you left, you told me you didn't want to mark me and leave me behind," you recalled. "But I wanted it. I wanted to be bonded to you more than I'd ever wanted anything."

He could clearly see you were coming closer, he even tightened his finger over the trigger of his weapon, but he was waiting. You kept walking to him, slowly.

"I've never regretted it," you continued, "not even when I thought you were dead, not even when I had to spent a lifetime-- more than that-- apart from you."

Finally you were face to face, and you stepped closer until his gun was pressed right into your chest.

"You can shoot me now and I still won't regret it," you promised. "I love you."

Shakily, he lowered his weapon. "Omega..." he breathed.

"Your Omega."

He pulled you into him and you sobbed as you felt him come to life in your arms-- the real him, your Alpha, your Bucky. He held you close and breathed against the top of your head and it was like a dream coming true decades after you'd forced yourself to let it go.

But you'd never given up. And now you had found him again.

Agents started to come onto the roof and Bucky spun the two of you around, firing with his right hand and using the left, metal arm as a shield for you.

He carried you and you didn't even know where he was taking you, but it didn't matter. In his arms, you were home.

August 12th, 1:03 a.m., Avengers compound, your quarters

You hadn't stopped coming or crying for at least an hour. Bucky had all but split you open on his knot all night and he didn't show any signs of stopping.

He apparently intended to make up for lost time. And you'd lost a lot of time.

"Just one more, I know you can give me one more," he groaned furiously rubbing your clit as his knot began to swell again.

You could give him anything, as long as he asked for it like that.

You'd lost count of how many times he'd told you to come for him, and how many times you did it immediately.

"I can see how full you are," he whispered as he rubbed your stomach gently. "So much seed in you that your body can't hold it all."

You looked down and yep, you were distinctly bloated from his come alone; it made you a little dizzy to even look at it.

"The idea of you alone during your heats, no one to protect you, it kills me," he explained with a growl. "I won't let you go again. I can't."

"Then don't," you sighed. "Never leave this bed, fill me with everything you have."

"Did anybody ever help you through them? The heats?" he asked. "I wouldn't blame you, they can be so painful... I just need to know so I can make sure you forget about them."

"No, Bucky, never— I never let anyone touch me."

"Steve could've helped you, at least some..."

"He wouldn't have, he loves you too much. And I wouldn't accept anything less than you, ever. You're my Alpha. We're bonded. There's never anyone else."

That didn't seem to satisfy him, his eyes darting away as he swallowed. Your gut sank with the realization he probably wasn't being totally honest about why he asked.

"Your ruts," you gasped. "Were you alone for all of them?"

He shut his lips tighter.

"Bucky, it's okay, just tell me. I was asleep for 70 years, I skipped most of them, but you... you had to live through them all."

"They gave me betas, and omegas," he mumbled, "but I don't... I don't really remember. I know they wanted me to. They threatened to hurt me if I didn't, because they knew I'd go crazy after so many ruts alone, but I can't remember if I really did it. I remember... I remember crying, and begging for you."

"Alpha," you breathed as you felt new tears run over the stains of your old ones. "It's okay. Whatever happened, it's okay now. We're together again. Everything's okay."

You wiped his tear away with your thumb, holding his face tightly, weaving your fingers into his long hair.

"I'll always be your Omega," you promised.

He leaned in closer to you, kissing your cheek before pulling back a little. "It's faded," he whispered as he ran his thumb over the mark on your neck. "The last time I saw it, it was still fresh."

"It's older, sure, but it's stronger than ever, Bucky."

August 14th, 10:12 a.m., Avengers compound, residential area kitchen

Steve's eyes went wide when he came into the kitchen for breakfast and found you there, steeping your tea. "Surprised to see you out of the love nest so soon," he smirked.

"It's been three days, I don't think that counts as soon," you scoffed.

"It does to him," Steve frowned. "He's asleep, isn't he?"

"Yep."

"I know he wouldn't let you out of his sights if he was conscious," Steve chuckled.

At that moment, you heard Bucky call your name and run out into the hall, only a bedsheet covering his groin as he appeared in the doorway. You spun around and smiled when you saw him come running towards you, embracing you with his free arm.

"You should've told me you were leaving, I got scared when I woke up without you," he admitted weakly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry!"

He pulled back and clutched your face in both his hands. "I'm waking up next to you every morning for the rest of my life, you understand?"

You nodded dutifully. "Yes, Alpha."

"One hand on the sheet, please, Buck?" Steve winced, looking away.

“Whoops,” Bucky groaned, reaching to cover himself as you laughed softly.

“Let’s go back to bed, baby,” you decided quietly, taking Bucky’s (free) hand in yours and waving goodbye to Steve, who was already making his way as far out of earshot as possible.