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[triflingshadows]

Oh, you're choking down your final bitter pill

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Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen

Part 3: Medusa's Snake

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mmafighter!sukuna ryomen x femcoach!reader

Sypnosis: Sukuna is a world champion with anger issues. It's believed by many that he is untrainable. Yeah, you can't train him, but you can dominate him. Contents: Fighting. Sukuna being Sukuna. Female reader being dom. Jinx AU (the BL, not the character from lol) Yuuji, Choso and Sukuna are brothers. Toji is a nice parent. Praising. Warnings: Cursed words. Mentions sexual harassment. Word Count: 2696 words. Author's Note: I just finished and I could finally write this *cries happily*

Night was slowly falling over Tokyo. The small, cozy ramen bar stood out with its warm lights and glowing signs, The air was filled with the captivating fragrance of bone broth bubbling in the pots. The dim lighting enhanced the skill of the chef, whose expert hands moved gracefully as he masterfully prepared the noodles at the counter. The murmur of diners, mixed with the sound of steam and noodles cooking, created a gastronomic symphony.

In the middle of the stage, Yuuji, Megumi and I were there to relax after another day of hard training. The delicious broth and the comfort of carbs soothed the stress we had accumulated over the past few days. Sukuna and I have been training restlessly for the past month for the fight that was coming up in a few days. Toji Fushiguro is a superb Muay Thai fighter, a real threat to a boxer like Sukuna. We had to be prepared.

"My brother didn't let you rest?” Yuuji asked me when he saw me stretching my neck with some help from my hands.

"Yes, he told me not to even dare to think about resting because he would kick me out of the gym,” I replied. The stress in my neck came back from just thinking about his tantrums.

I understood that he was nervous about the fight. He had an important title to defend, and every fighter in his weight class and in back-to-back weight classes wanted it. Sukuna is just a king protecting his crown, but this was already too much. All his tension was slowly creeping up on my back. I had to admit that his dedication is admirable. While we were eating a delicious bowl of ramen without worrying about ruining our diets, Sukuna was still training in the empty gym.

“Sukuna always acts like this. It only gets worse with every fight,” Megumi explained without looking away from his bowl. 

“Doesn’t he have a hobby or something like that? If he keeps tensing his muscles like that, it could be bad in the long run.” I knew from experience. 

“He does, but we can't help him with that.” Yuuji shook his head. 

“What? Why not?” I asked. I was his trainer, I should know. 

Yuuji looked for a second at Megumi as if he was hesitating whether to tell me or not. It was little moments like these that made me understand why they were friends despite having two completely different personalities. They could communicate with just their looks and a few gestures. I wish I had a connection like that with someone. Yuuji let out a sigh and went back to eating, completely evading the question.

“Why don't you want to tell me?” I asked him directly. 

“It's just… It's not like he gets relaxed by it. It's more like a good luck ritual,” he explained reluctantly. 

Good luck rituals are common in any sport. There are soccer players who sing an anthem before taking the field, baseball players who wear a special pair of socks, and fighters who tattoo talismans on their backs. I was used to that kind of thing, and I'm sure Yuuji was too.

“There's nothing wrong with that,” I said. 

“It is because Sukuna doesn't know how to hold back,” Yuuji replied.

I could sense that he wanted to avoid the topic. I didn't know exactly why, but he must have had a good reason to do so, so I decided not to insist and continue eating, but we were no longer talking. It wasn't an awkward silence, we were just tired of the subject and needed to relax.

“Yuuji, she's his coach, maybe you should tell her,” Megumi commented after finishing his bowl… 

“It's unnecessary,” his friend answered.

“Gojo knows about it, I think she should also know in case Sukuna tries something, don't you think?” With that comment, I knew that this was no ordinary ritual. 

“You're right.” Yuuji sighed before looking at me. “The thing is… Sukuna must have satisfying sex the night before the fight for good luck,” he finally blurted out. 

"That's not so weird”. I commented before shoving another mouthful of ramen into my mouth. "Why didn't you want to tell me? You didn't want to embarrass your brother?” 

“Because that's why he and Choso don't talk to each other anymore.” Yuuji started with the story.

Days before the night Sukuna became the champion of the light heavyweight weight class, the three brothers had dinner with their parents. At this dinner, Choso excitedly introduced his fiancée. She was his love and pride, his better half. According to Yuuji, she was a very pretty and nice girl, and as usual, Sukuna avoided her like the plague because he was not interested in meeting her at all. 

Since the championship was held in Las Vegas, Choso and his fiancée stayed in the same hotel as Sukuna because Choso wanted to show her how cool his brother was (despite being a complete jerk). The night before the fight, Choso woke up in the middle of the night and realized that his fiancée wasn't in bed with him. She wasn't in the bathroom, and she didn't take her phone with her, but she took her room key with her. 

He went out to look for her and couldn't find her anywhere. Since he didn’t speak English well, he went to Sukuna for help. When he knocked on his door, his fiancée came out of the room with her hair matted and her panties in her hand. He knew about Sukuna's lucky ritual, so he knew perfectly well what had happened. His fiancée cheated on him with his damn brother. Choso went crazy and jumped at Sukuna, but he knocked him out before he could do anything. 

Choso woke up in the hospital bed with Yuuji next to him. According to him, he had never seen him so broken and betrayed in his life. He cried all night while his older brother was preparing for their fight. He knew Sukuna could be many things, but he never thought he would be capable of being a traitor. Needless to say, despite everything, Sukuna won the fight.

"What a jerk.” I grumbled through my teeth. 

"My brother doesn't care about anyone or anything. He can't be changed. I don't know where my parents failed in his upbringing,” Yuuji mentioned with a sigh. 

"That's why you should be careful, Sukuna is capable of doing anything to win,” Megumi warned me.

"I'll keep that in mind. Thank you for telling me.”

The days passed, and the fight was one day away. After a tedious trip to Dubai and a quick stop to unpack at the hotel. The team, Sukuna and I headed out bright and early to the official weigh-in with the fight referee and judges. After Sukuna had lunch, we headed to the exhibition weigh-in at the hotel's convention center. This is where the fighters must appear to be brawling before the fight to get the public's attention. There is also a press round for them to publicize the event during the day. 

Sukuna, Gojo and I were called to the stage along with Toji Fushiguro and his trainers to be the next to go on stage. Sukuna was wearing his headphones and had a very unfriendly look on his face. Gojo asked him to take them off, and he did so between tantrums as I mentally prepared myself to go on stage. This reminded me of the good old days. 

As we walked out onto the stage, the press cameras began to flash and the murmur of reporters manifested itself in the room. I kept my face as serious as possible as Sukuna and Toji greeted each other and prepared for the weigh-in. I watched as he took off his hoodie to reveal his tribal tattoos proudly to the audience. The fighters reluctantly greeted each other with hurtful insults and stepped on the scales. The weight was somewhat different from the morning, as both had eaten breakfast at the hotel buffet. Toji weighed 220 pounds, while Sukuna weighed 215.

The audience applauded when it was announced that both passed the weigh-in. The only thing left was the press round. After Sukuna and Toji exchanged threats, all of us  sat at a long table on stage. Two coaches between the fighters to keep things from getting personal. The emcee asked if anyone had any questions, and the requests bombarded him. The emcee decided to give the floor to the reporter in front of me.

"I have a question for the Medusa’s Snake! How did the man-hating former welterweight champion of the women's division become the trainer of the champion with clear anger issues!?” The reporter exclaimed so that everyone present could hear the question. 

I could feel Sukuna's eyes drilling into my skull for me to turn around and give him explanations on the spot. I carefully approached the microphone to speak loud and clear. 

"I may not like men, but I like champions. I always belong to the winning team," I answered while the photographers kept flashing me.

Medusa’s Snake was the nickname I was baptized with in the first fight I had against a man in the first gym I went to. That fighter was a disgusting man from my past who harassed me in and out of the gym. He would always watch me, try to touch me and follow me home. That was until one day I asked him to train with him, since he was so interested in me. He agreed and during the fight he tried to touch my tits, that was until I kicked him and knocked out a couple of his teeth. He ended up in the hospital and didn't wake up until a day later. From then on, I was nicknamed that way, and my brand as a champion was to be mean to men but honest with women, which wasn't too far from the truth.

"How is your neck? Can you train the world champion in that condition?!” Another reporter asked. 

I used to be the world champion in my weight class until during my fight with Maki Zenin, I fell badly on my neck and tore it. I won the fight, but I lost a lot of range of motion in my neck. The doctor ordered me to rest for an indefinite period of time. It's been like that for almost two years now.

"I am fine, but I'm not fully recovered. My focus at the moment is on doing everything I can to keep Sukuna as champion,” I replied.

"Mr. Ryomen! It is known that you are very strict with admissions at your gym and that there are no women! Why the change?!” Another reporter asked. Sukuna took a few seconds to think about his answer, I could already imagine what stupid thing he would say next. 

"I chose her because she is the best,” he answered without further ado.

A small smile infiltrated my face before I could hide it. That response caught me off guard. It was the first time Sukuna had recognized me like that. I'd be lying if I said it hadn't been nice to be recognized for the first time in two months of work. In fact, it's the first time I've been recognized as a trainer in a long time. Being a woman in a male"dominated world is complicated. You have to be good enough to be accepted, but not be the best so as not to overshadow any man with fragile masculinity.

After a couple more questions and an exchange of threatening hints, we went back backstage. We were about to head to the hotel gym to warm up a bit, but Sukuna stopped me halfway down the hall to confront me. A move that not only seemed strange to me, but also to the team.

"Are you a world-class fighter?” Sukuna questioned me. He couldn't be serious. I was going to answer, but Nanami stepped in. 

"Didn't you know that?” He asked him to make sure he wasn't joking. 

"Did you think we just brought you some random pretty girl so you could finally learn floor techniques?” Gojo interjected in amusement. Sukuna got flustered about the hidden intention of his coach’s questions. 

"I don't waste my time watching female fighting,” Sukuna answered, slightly blushing with embarrassment for being the only one who didn't know who I was. 

"That explains why she beat you up the first day,” Itadori commented with a chuckle. 

"I'm not surprised coming from Medusa’s Snake," someone said in a thick voice behind us. 

It was no other than Toji Fushiguro. A tall, strong and powerful man. A fighter easily recognizable in the crowd. If you put a bag over his head, people could still recognize him by his large physique. Unlike his body, his appearance was quite plain. He had a haircut that was not so long, but not so short. He wore a black sweatshirt, gray shorts and sandals from the brand that sponsors him. Despite his dangerous reputation, he had a pleasant smile, decorated with a small cut on his lip. 

"It's nice to finally meet you,” he greeted me directly, completely ignoring his opponent. 

It felt strange for him to approach me in such a friendly manner, but I still accepted his greeting. Megumi appeared behind him, looking like he was wondering the same thing I was.

"Do you know her, dad?” Megumi asked him in confusion. 

"Do you remember the fight your cousin Maki lost three years ago?” Toji asked without taking his eyes off me. Megumi nodded. “She finished the fight with a perfect Kimura*, someday you should teach me how to do that,” he flattered me with a proud smile, but it vanished when Sukuna came between us. 

Kimura: A technique whose main objective is to exert pressure on the opponent's shoulder and elbow joint to achieve submission in various wrestling disciplines.

"Not even in your dreams, old man.” Sukuna barked with a frown. “She signed a contract saying she belongs to me, so don't even try.”

Seeing Sukuna so defensive about keeping me on his side was strange. After the last two months, he has done nothing but scold me every time I do something wrong in his eyes. Toji didn't even flinch at his threat. I poked him in the ribs to get him to step aside and let me talk. 

"Thanks for the compliment and the offer, but Sukuna is the only one I plan to train until I get back on my feet. I plan to return to the ring soon,” I explained with a smile. 

“I understand. If you change your mind, you know how to find me,” he said while pointing at Megumi. Toji approached Sukuna and gave him a proud smile. “Take good care of her, snakes are great at escaping,” he advised her with a wink before walking away with Megumi and the rest of his team behind him. Sukuna muttered a curse under his breath and let him go.

Two big UFC fighters had recognized me as a good coach and fighter on the same day. It was a big step for my self-esteem and my career. My heart was beating like crazy with excitement, and the smile on my face didn't seem to go away anytime soon. 

“You're smiling like an idiot,” Sukuna scolded me. 

"Can't I be happy that the heavyweight champion just complimented my skills?” I said as we headed for the exit with the others once Toji left our sight. 

"That better be it, and you better not be thinking about going with him,” he challenged me. 

"Are you jealous?” I joked while nudging him. 

"Of course not,” Sukuna answered while rolling his eyes. 

"Don't worry, just behave, and I'll still be yours,” I said in a mocking tone. I was partly joking and partly not. I really wanted him to behave. 

"Nice try,” he spat before picking up the pace to go with Gojo, leaving me behind. “Worth the shot” I thought as I followed them.

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Siren Song

Pairing: PM!Osamu Dazai x PM!Reader Summary: Dazai was used to seducing women and throwing them away when he no longer needed him. He never expected he'd be the one on the receiving end... Warnings: MDNI, smut, angst, unrequited love, toxic relationship, reader has siren abilities, mentions of murder and mafia business Word Count:  2442 Credits: @saradika-graphics thank you for the divider! A/N: Sorry guys, I was too drunk to finish writing this last night since I played a drinking game with my friends while watching Twilight. I am not a lightweight and we drank champagne, so I hope this gives an idea of how bad the movie was (it's still a guilty pleasure though). Also, I’m AroAce so my intention isn't to depict aromatic people as manipulative pricks. This is just depicting a toxic relationship between two people, in which one of the members happens to be in the community. Anyways, enjoy!

Relationships between coworkers were never a good idea. Especially when the parties involved members of the Port Mafia, which wasn't renowned for its HR department. However, Dazai supposed this didn’t really classify as a proper relationship anyways. It was purely physical, but that was still enough to cause trouble.

And he had to remind himself of that fact every time he would find himself pinning you down in your bed, trying his best to ignore the emotions building up in his chest with each sweet gasp of his name falling from your lips.

Dazai wasn’t a stranger to casual sex, if anything, he considered himself an expert at using people’s feelings for him to have a fun night. What he wasn’t used to was someone flipping the script on him and that was exactly the situation he found himself in when he first met you.

At first, he’d simply pursued you to piss off Chuuya (who like most other members developed a small crush on you due to your ability) and as a challenge for himself to see if he could seduce a siren. He should’ve quit the game he started the moment he managed to steal a kiss from you. No… Actually, he shouldn’t have even started because the moment he got a taste of you, he couldn’t stop.

Your ability didn’t work on him, so he had no clue what made him eagerly push you against his desk as he tugged your hair or pressed you in the small corner of the supply closet, hands wrapped around your throat to keep you quiet. Maybe it had something to do with your face or body. He’d often seen your true face each time he touched you, nullifying the illusion spell that you’d cast, and he wouldn’t deny you were pretty. But he found many women easy on the eyes and never felt the urge to pathetically whimper out their names as he clung onto them desperately for release.

Dazai had finally come to the conclusion that his love for you likely was a cruel joke from the universe. Anything he would never want to lose was always lost. It was something he had learned early on in life and as he grew older, it began to hold more truth than he’d like. His feelings were stubborn, however, and he couldn’t help but find himself alone with you too often.

Tonight, you had finished a mission on Mori’s personal orders and you got home in the early hours of the morning, long before the sunrise. You weren’t disturbed or surprised when you noticed your door open ajar. You didn’t even reach for your pistol as you entered, instead, kicking your heels off and addressing the man you knew was here, “Back again?”

Dazai’s dark eyes remained on the revealing dress adorning your figure, mildly irritated with himself for feeling jealous of the man you murdered last night. He knew Mori had only assigned you to this case to spite the executive and he hated to admit the punishment was working, “How was the mission?”

“Fine,” you stated dryly as you removed the gun tied around your thigh, along with the empty vial of poison, not caring of the man’s stare, “A little too easy if you ask me.”

Dazai looked away for a split second, staring into his glass of whiskey before finishing it swiftly, “Hurry up and shower. I’ll be waiting in bed.”

You rolled your eyes but made no attempt to disobey him as you walked to your bathroom. You didn’t bother to shut the door, fully aware of the wandering eyes on you as you slowly undressed and turned on the hot water.

By the time you entered your bedroom in your bathrobe, you found the brunette sitting on your bed, flipping through one of your catalogs, “You should consider buying me a new nightgown or lingerie one of these days.”

Your comment was obviously meant to be playful but even with the laugh falling from his lips, you can tell it doesn’t reach his eyes, “I don’t really like the idea of clothes I bought ending up on the floor of a stranger.”

You paused as you dried your hair, lowering the towel slightly. You weren’t stupid, you had obviously noticed the subtle differences in his behavior since your first meeting. You had noticed his strange insistence on assigning you to missions that had nothing to do with him when he first realized his feelings. This flipped when he couldn’t help himself by visiting your apartment at least once a week and he began recruiting you for his own missions, which caught the attention of quite a few members.

Not only that, but his behavior and expressions had also shifted enough for you to notice he had developed feelings inappropriate for your arrangement, “If I didn’t know better, I’d assume you were jealous, Dazai.”

“Trust me, I’m not,” you both knew the truth but pretended to be oblivious. It was easier that way…

You dropped the towel on your chair and made your way towards your bed and you felt the urge to remind him of your relationship, “That’s good… I wouldn’t want to give you the wrong idea.”

The comment stung a little but the man effortlessly shrugged it off as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down next to him. You could already tell what he wanted and you closed your eyes before he even pulled you close enough to kiss. This caused him to groan in mild frustration, seeing how unaffected you were with these encounters but he quickly pushed the feeling away as he began to push the emerald-colored silk off your shoulders.

“You shouldn’t be taking direct orders from Mori, you’re my subordinate.”

You stared at him stunned for a second and bursted out into laughter, “Do you realize how crazy you sound? You aren't the boss… At least not yet.”

“I don’t care,” he mumbled against your collarbone as your nightgown finally fell down to your waist, exposing your bare body. 

You dismissed the comment, tilting your head back slightly for the brunette. His hands were wrapped around your waist and your own ran through his dark curls, “What do you want tonight?”

“Shouldn’t you know that already, mind reader.”

You let out an annoyed sigh as he ruined the mood. You weren’t even going to indulge him with an answer since you both knew your mind manipulation ability didn’t work on him, “Quit being snarky and let’s get to the point.”

His jaw clenched, a small frown making its way to his face but he stayed put, his hair tickling your neck as he began trailing kisses up your throat. Your fingers found their way to the ends of his eye bandage and you carefully untied it as he began marking your skin. Another sign that he was more comfortable with you than he’d like to admit. The gauze fell down when he pulled away for a few seconds.

“How was the mission? You didn’t give much details,” you sighed, his lips on your pulse. You could tell this conversation wasn’t sparked out of mere curiosity.

“The usual. I was sent to clean up after…,” you hesitated slightly. You assumed Mori hadn’t given him details of your assignment and you weren’t about to throw Akutagawa under the bus, “A member failed to kill a witness during a raid: a politician. Luckily, they’re always easy to manipulate.”

“I bet they are,” you gasped as he suddenly pressed you into the mattress, clearly not wanting to hear anymore. He expertly unbuttoned his suit jacket and tossed it on your floor, leaning down to taste your lips. You were quick to reciprocate the gesture as your fingers loosened his tie, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

He eventually pulled away, both of you breathing heavily, and the rest of his clothes soon found themselves on the hardwood floor, alongside your nightgown. His bandages also found their way off his body, a rare occurrence even when it came to sex (or any interaction for that matter).

You sat up, pushing him back a little as you reached into your drawer. He knew the protocol, despite being on birth control, you asked him to wear a condom for safety. He didn’t mind obviously, he was used to this. What really stung was seeing the various different brands and sizes, reminding him that he was just like all of your other playthings. He wasn’t special and he interpreted it as a lack of trust on your part. Obviously, he was known for sleeping around but if you cared enough, you would’ve known that he stopped that a few months into knowing you.

He didn’t vocalize his complaints, laying back down on the bed as you got on your knees in front of him. He could hear the sound of the package opening and shivered as you rolled the cold rubber onto his cock. You didn’t waste your time, your hands slowly stroking his cock as your lips gently pressed kisses against his thigh, causing him to let out a sigh, eyes closed as he relaxed further into the mattress. 

His hand found its way into your hair as you finally wrapped your lips around his tip and he groaned softly, grabbing onto your roots. He stayed fairly quiet as you bobbed your head up and down at a leisurely pace. The man could tell you were teasing him and frowned in annoyance, thrusting his hip. You let out a small gagging sound as he pressed your head further down onto him but adjusted to his length quickly, being accustomed to his impatient behavior.

He took control, fucking your mouth like a toy as you sucked his dick, face scrunched up as he focused on the sensation of your warm mouth wrapped around him. It didn’t take long for him to feel himself approaching his release and you moaned onto his member, knowing he would cum soon as his thighs trembled faintly. He hissed, pushing your head as far down as he could, hitting the back of your throat as came.

You pulled away, licking the flavored lube off your fingers as you stood up to grab a towel. The lanky man stayed on his back for a while, ignoring the dreadful sensation in his gut, ashamed of how quickly he’d give into pleasure just to be near you. He sighed, removing the condom and tossing it in the bin as he waited for you, finally sitting up and leaning against the bedframe. 

Once you were back, you cleaned him off and opened your bedside drawer once more but you hesitated for a few seconds as you stare at the boxes. Dazai frowned slightly, wondering what was wrong but before he could ask, you straddled his lap much to his shock, “Wha–”

You kissed him, tongue pushing past his lips, smiling in satisfaction. It wasn’t often someone could surprise the Demon Prodigy. You briefly pulled away, looking at his stunned expression, “I figured there’s no point wasting another one.”

“You taste like bubblegum,” he remarked, unable to think of anything else to say in the moment as you aligned his tip with your cunt. If he was stupid enough, he’d assume this meant more than it actually did. You let out a small snort at his comment as you slowly sank onto him with a gasp.

 “Yeah, it’s a new brand. Like it?” you mumbled, holding back a moan at the sensation of him stretching you out.

“Don’t use them with anyone else,” he ordered without thinking, head resting against the wooden frame as you took him inside of you bare. He knew this was most likely going to be a one time thing, so he was hoping the condoms would solidify his need to prove his importance to you even if he knew it wasn’t true.

You ignored him, eyes closing as you took him balls deep, a soft moan escaping your lips at the sensation. His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest, causing you to grind against him, “Fuck…”

He took a deep breath, trying to control his heart. You’d always been more vocal than him in bed but he had a feeling you mostly did it for your partners. It was the same thing he did when he hooked up with someone for information, acting in the specific way he knew they’d like.  He couldn’t deny that he found it attractive but it was yet another reminder.

His nails dug into your waist as he tried pushing aside his feelings and he began helping your set a pace to ride him. You wrapped your arms around him, head tipped back as you whimper out his name. He grasped this opportunity and kissed the top of your chest before biting into it, hoping to mark you even more. He’d always noticed the sweet taste of your skin and the pleasant smell. If it weren’t for his ability, he would’ve assumed it had something to do with your siren spell.

Your moans and whines only grew louder as Dazai picked up his pace, relishing the sensation of fucking you without protection. Honestly, his delusions were telling him that if he filled you deep enough, you would get pregnant and you’d finally be his. He clung to the stupid thought, thrusting up into your cunt, small groans muffled against your skin as he screwed his eyes shut in concentration.

You reached down for your clit as you watched him through half-lidded, sensing that your night would end soon. The brunette’s eyes snapped open in annoyance as he slapped your hand away, “The hell do you think you’re doing?”

You shivered at the cold tone of his voice, clenching around him from the sterness and you gasped out in shock as his finger tip replaced yours. It took only a few more seconds for you to slump against him, body shaking as you cried out his name. He bit his lip hard in response, feeling the tight grip of your cunt on his cock, causing him to draw blood as he pushed himself as deep as he could before cumming, filling you with his warm seed.

You both stayed entangled for a minute, catching your breath as you recovered. Unsurprisingly, you were the first to pull away, standing up and grabbing the emerald robe on the ground to cover yourself.

“Feel free to shower before you leave, Dazai,” your voice was nonchalant as you stepped out of the room to fix yourself dinner, “I’ll take mine later.”

[ximenajamona12]

day 19!

I can't believe I made it🥹, I have never finishied one of these and now, thanks to maxime, I finally did!!!!, hell Yeah 🔥

[mangywayway]

Not me putting my alarm at 3am just to follow the pokemon world champion finals lol (it's okay, I finishy shift at 1 am anyways)

We (as Italians I mean) haven't been in the final in a really long time, no way I'm gonna lose it for something so trivial as sleep (⁠´⁠⊙⁠ω⁠⊙⁠`)

[imagrindylow]

Duplicity - Chapter 9 - Girls Night

Past Sebastian Sallow / f!Slytherin!Reader; Unrequited Ominis Gaunt / Reader; Garreth Weasley / Reader 2k Words Content Warning: Hurt/Comfort, Angst Chapter Summary: You and Imelda have a much needed girls night out, and she helps you work up the confidence to tell your crush how you feel. Good thing she's convinced you, because he's just shown up at the bar. Overall Work Summary: After your long term relationship with Sebastian Sallow ends, you're left to lean on your friends for support. While you try to move on and find happiness again, you come to realize that not all of the friends helping you actually have your best interests in mind.

Chapter Index Ao3 Link, if you prefer to read there.

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That evening while the rest of the castle was heading to the Great Hall for dinner, you and Imelda were heading out of the Slytherin common room and out of the castle, to take the pleasant walk to Hogsmeade to go to The Three Broomsticks. It was clear Imelda was ready to jump right back into the banter from this morning as she immediately started asking questions as the two of you made your way across the school grounds. “We’ve talked all about Ominis. What about Garreth?” Imelda asked, her voice teasing, she already knew how you felt, only wanted to hear you say it and satiate her need for gossip.

You let out a sigh as though you didn’t feel like talking about him, but the blush that crept across your face at the mere mention of his name said otherwise. “He’s been really sweet and kind to me this weekend. I mean, he always had been before, too… But he’s been a great listener. He let me cry all about Ominis to him earlier.” You smiled as you thought of the time you spend in the courtyard earlier. After what a mess happened with the three of you after breakfast, just his presence and kind nature did wonders to calm you down.

“Of course he let you. So… are you going to tell him how you feel, or are the two of you just going to keep dancing around the topic?” She chuckled a bit before she continued. “I saw how the two of you looked at each other at the ball. Everyone did. You two were disgustingly cute.”

You hummed a bit, thinking of how to reply as the two of you walked along. You weren’t sure if it was a good time to talk with him about it, with everything going on with you at the moment, if you were being honest with yourself… But at the same time, you so wanted to just let him know and kiss that freckled face of his.

“Do you think I should tell him?” You asked Imelda, not being able to come to a conclusion yourself.

“Obviously I do. You know I’m not one to beat around the bush. What’s the worst that can happen? A little more heartbreak? You’re a pro with that at this point.”

“Great, very helpful.” You chuckled and rolled your eyes at her. She wasn’t wrong though. Whatever would come from it, you could handle it at this point.

Eventually the two of you made it over the little stone bridge into Hogsmeade and over to The Three Broomsticks. The pub was lively and atmosphere was warm and welcoming. The crowd was mostly older, lots of wizards and witches gathering for dinner whilst the students for the most part were back at the castle.

You and Imelda found a table upstairs where chatting would be a little bit easier, surrounded by less noise, and with an optimal view over the railing at the lower level, which would make for nice people watching and gossiping. You each ordered drinks and dinner, and enjoyed chatting and finally letting your mind relax from the bouts of stress that had taken over your weekend. By the time the two of you were finished with dinner you were both working towards being two drinks in, and feeling quite warm and much better than you had at any other point today.

The older crowd in the pub was slowly trickling out as the evening progressed and more students started filling in for a few drinks to close out their weekend. Imelda was watching over the railing as you were finishing off your second drink, the large glass mug obstructing your view when she excitedly shoved your arm suddenly, making you bump the glass into your teeth. “Was that necessa-” You began to scold but she cut you off before you could even finish your thought. “Look who’s walked in.” Her voice was sing song and teasing, she nudged your arm again.

You set your mug down and peeked over the railing, seeing Garreth and Leander make their way inside and pulling up stools at the bar below.

“Oh. Yes, it was necessary, then.” You eyes widened and your cheeks tinged pink at the sight of Garreth, the smitten look on your face was only exasperated by the alcohol.

“Mhmm.” She smirked at your reaction. “I think the evening has just gotten more interesting.”

“It has. For both of us.” You teased and shot her a knowing look. She hadn’t divulged all of the details but you knew that she and Leander had really enjoyed their time at the ball together. “Shall we call them up here?”

Imelda scoffed but her flushed cheeks spoke volumes. She got a devilish look on her face before she spoke. “Naw, lets mess with them a bit first.”

“What did you have in mind?” You asked her with a raised brow.

Imelda tore the corner off of a napkin on the table and wet it with the condensation on the side of her mug. She balled up the paper and flicked it down over the balcony at Leander. The two of you cackled as the paper hit him in the head and he turned to scan the pub and the patrons behind him, failing to identify who’d have done it. She did it a second time and he turned quickly to again check for the culprit and again came up with more questions than answers.

The two of you clasped your hands over your mouths to stifle your laughter as Leander brought the flying paper balls to Garreth’s attention. Garreth seemed to find the situation much funnier than Leander did.

You were already tearing a piece of the napkin apart and dampening it when Imelda looked to you to encourage you to get in on the prank. You used your wand to send the little ball of paper flying directly into Garreth’s cheek. He brushed his face with his hand before wiping his cheek on his sleeve. The pair of them looked all around, confusion on their faces, until Garreth finally looked up.

Garreth’s gaze met yours and a wild grin spread across his face, he nudged Leander and nodded up in yours and Imelda’s direction. Leander chuckled and rolled his eyes. The boys shared a few words between themselves, before leaning over the bar and speaking with the bartender. Before you knew it, two butterbeers were gliding through the air gracefully towards you and Imelda, and landing on your table, one in front of each of you.

You and Imelda shared a glance before leaning over the railing and gesturing to the boys, thanking them for the drinks. You really expected them to make their way right upstairs to join the two of you, but they turned back to each other, leaning in and chatting while sitting at the bar.

“They sent us drinks and aren’t coming up here?” You questioned Imelda. “That’s odd, isn’t it?”

She shrugged. “I’m sure they will, after they get some liquid courage into their veins.”

Watching them more closely, it appeared Imelda was probably right. They each had a mug of butterbeer in front of them, and were currently each taking a shot of what appeared to be fire whiskey together, shooting little glances up at the two of you, then chatting back to each other, laughing, and having a good time.

“So, you’re going to tell him right?” Imelda pushed the topic again, playfully nudging your arm and sighing, “I don’t know what you’re waiting for.” She sipped her drink. “I was just worried it might be too soon, I suppose.”

Imelda let out an exasperated sigh. She began really walking you through her thought process and reasoning. “Well, you’re over Sebastian, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” You nodded. Of course you were. He hurt you, made you feel like you’d been used. It stung for awhile but his most recent apology really did bring much needed closure to that chapter of your life.

She nodded along with you, swigging from her drink. “And Ominis fucked up, he’s got no chance, correct?”

You rolled your eyes at the question. “Obviously.” Obviously, that ship had sailed. It really might have worked out, if he hadn't been such an insolent git, but, he was. His loss.

“So go for it already! It’s not too early if it’s what you really want.” She widened her eyes as though to stress her point, speaking to you as though you were really quite the oblivious idiot, and maybe you were.

You let her words sit with you for a few moments. She really was right. You’d been sweet on him for awhile. If you were being honest with yourself, looking back a few years, you could have easily ended up with him rather than Sebastian to begin with. But that isn’t how it played out. But now? Now you really felt like there was a chance.

You took a heavy sip from your drink and set the mug down resolutely as you’d made up your mind. “I’ll tell him. Tonight.”

“Good! Finally. I was wondering if I’d ever be able to get you to see reason. Glad I was persistent, I think it will pay off for you.” It sounded as though Imelda let of a sigh of relief. She swigged from her butterbeer, and licked the froth from her lip.

You peered over the railing, and motioned for Imelda to do the same, the boys were finishing up their drinks and grabbing seconds. A few moments later, they were rising from their bar stools, drinks in their hands, and making their way towards the stairs. The two of you shared a look of excitement.

“It’ll be almost like a double date.” Imelda said with a smirk, quietly, while the boys were still out of earshot.

A moment later, the boys were setting their drinks down on your table and pulling out the empty chairs to join you and Imelda. Leander sat beside Imelda, looking rather red in the face as she greeted him with a quick kiss on the cheek. Garreth made a mock gagging sound at his friends expense, making Imelda roll her eyes, and making you giggle. You looked at Garreth quite fondly as he sat beside you, the warmth you felt looking in his eyes not brought on by the alcohol, but by the feeling his presence gave you. Garreth’s cheeks flushed red, a grin spreading across his face as he returned your gaze.

“Oh gods... and you gag at us? Please.” Leander scoffed, feeling much more confident about Imelda’s display of affection now, because you and Garreth looked positively and pathetically love sick.

You and Garreth both snapped out of it, with a bit of an awkward giggle shared between you. You sipped your drink. He struck up a conversation about Quidditch with Imelda, and from there, the conversation came easily between all four of you.

Another round of butterbeers were ordered, as well as a round of fire whiskey shots. The several drinks you’ve had at this point definitely helped your nerves, and let you relax comfortably at Garreth’s side. His arm laid across the back of your chair with his palm cupping your shoulder and thumb idly stroking the fabric of you blouse.

At one point, after another hour of chatting, and drinking, and laughing heartily, the evening was beginning to wind down, it was a Sunday after all, and there were classes in the morning. The other students who had filed in were beginning to head back to the castle, and Sirona and her other employees were starting to wipe down the tables as they began to empty.

Imelda was the first to speak of leaving, as she finished her final drink of the evening. “I’m going to be heading back. I need to be well rested for my flying skills to be as sharp as possible.” She scooted her chair back, standing up, and running her fingers along one of Leander’s shoulders, beckoning for him to leave with her.

She winked at you, a knowing look on her face. She may have had some plans with Leander, but you knew she was leaving early, above all, to give you time to speak with Garreth alone. Before they left, they stopped at the bar counter and paid their portions of the bill. Imelda waved up at you one last time before she and Leander disappeared through the front doors.

Next Chapter

[baldursgatethoughts]

Since my first play through of Baldur's Gate 3 I have been reading reddit threads, forum posts, facebook and twitter posts and discussions on the ending of the game.

My thoughts also went to Mass Effect 3 when the absolute lack of closure and meaningful companion ending made me spiral into a dark hole. The choices are broader here, but the emptiness much the same, especially if you didn't go an evil route or did it for the memes. If you cared about your companions and your romance you will get close to nothing at the end. This isn't about not liking the impact of your own choices (even if I see many people affected by the lack of understanding that their choices would have impact on the ending and that you can't both betray everyone, not do sidequests, nor read or listen to dialogues and have happy endings for characters) it's about the game not even showing you those impacts a lot of the time.

We need

Extended dialogues with our companions after the final battle.

If we opt for that celebration they talk about we need to see it, and we need to be able to talk to those who survived.

Your companions shouldn't comment that we'll never see Astarion again if he burns in the sun, especially if he's romanced, wtf.

You should get a final romance scene with your romance worthy of its name, not just three lines and "that'll be fun".

Gale shouldn't show up if dead.

The scene before the final fight is also very strange and doesn't at all convey the gravity in that they seem to have created it as the last time to talk to your companions. The room is overcrowded and the conversations extremely lackluster. We need to make this kiss count because it might be out last, let's give each other a peck on the cheek. Goddamnit Larian!

You need to see the impact of your choices, know how the people who's lives you've changed were affected, and most important of all, get emotional closure with a group of characters you've spent 100-400 hours with.

What do you think?

Did you go a non-evil route and care for the NPC:s of the world and what was your experience of the cutscenes after the final battle?

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[randomsincerethoughts]

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What a roller coaster ...

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[neon-moon-beam]

Seeing a lot of kneejerk reactions, so I thought I’d offer some perspective...

Just gonna throw this out there...

Do we have any information that any of what dropped tonight is canon at all?

I own and have seen a few art books for Legend of Zelda, and they often include character designs that went unused, as well as ideas that were scrapped or changed. For all we know, this is earlier concept art and a backstory for Ingo that got changed for the final cut.

Some spoilers for PLA follow.

Edit: As of April 16th, the authenticity of the leaks has been verified, but questions as to whether or not the concept art of Ingo is canon remain. I posted about that here.

Wondering because there’s concept art of Ingo laying on the ground and a Pearl Clan member finding him, yet in the game itself, Ingo tells us he was “standing there in bafflement” when the Pearl Clan found him.

It also seems a little weird that he could have been in Hisui for over a decade and yet his memory loss is presented as more urgent to the player, as though it were recent. Even weirder is how quickly a single talk with the player caused him to vaguely remember Chandelure and Emmet, and a single battle caused him to remember even more. You’re telling me in 10+ years he never had any memories jogged by having a conversation with someone, nor did he ever battle anyone else? His talk with the player wasn’t especially deep nor about any topics that would have reminded him about his life in Unova, and seeing how most of the other Wardens battle (even though they do things like send out three Pokemon on one), he’s almost definitely done it before, even if just to instruct someone on how to do it.

Then there’s also that Volo asks Ingo if he thinks the Space-Time Rift caused his memory loss. Considering no one else has amnesia, other than the player to an extent that’s debatable and the player is believed by everyone to have come from the Rift, this isn’t Volo asking Ingo if the Rift somehow targeted him and erased his memories. He’s most likely asking Ingo if coming through the Rift (whether or not Ingo actually did is also debatable) caused it. I can’t find the source, but I was sure an NPC mentioned the Rift had only been there a few months. But in any case, it seems the Rift is much more recent than decades ago; people are concerned about it and the events associated with it are all recent, seeming to happen fairly shortly before the player’s arrival, and getting more intense after. And if the Rift had been open for decades, people would be desensitized to it for the most part. It would have become a fact of life and we’d have younger people who had never known a time before it. Instead, even children find the Rift concerning.

The few details we have on a single scanned page and what we’re told and shown in game aren’t exactly adding up yet.

It’s also no secret that PLA as it is now lacks a conclusive ending for even the main plot (we’ve caught Arceus, now what?) It’s also a relatively shorter game compared to other Pokemon titles. It’s possible that they had other plans that were cut short or omitted for the final cut.

And as other people are starting to point out, Ingo being in Hisui for over a decade doesn’t line up with the time between D/P/Pt/BDSP and BW. Caitlin is 14 in Platinum, and an adult in Gen 5. So besides Ingo needing to return by then, even if it had been over a decade, he can’t go from being in his 50s back to being in his 30s (unless Arceus just undoes everything that happened with PLA or something to that effect).

People are also taking certain phrases out of context for now; we don’t have a whole translation. The page in question barely has any text on it; there’s likely another page with fuller details.

Also kind of funny that people are freaking out over the idea that Ingo could be older. Ingo and Emmet were never shown to be people who have just entered adulthood. They were probably around 30 in 5th Gen at least. They could have receding hairlines at 30. Some guys I went to high school with had receding hairlines before finishing college. For anyone who is not 30 yet and reading this, just wait until you’re 30. There’s a lot they don’t tell you about how your body will change (and not all of it is bad!) because of society’s focus on remaining youthful and hiding all evidence of aging.

Anyway, it’s 6 AM. I’m tired. Please don’t blow up my notes or inbox, I just thought I’d throw this out there because all I’m seeing is panic. We need more information, folks.

[kreativewritin444]

again / j.m

summary: what happens when you and jj see each other after the breakup?

authors note: hello loves!! lil sum while im finishing my two new chapters of “strangers” aswell as “teacher” tommy shelby stories. alsooooo the new chapter of jj and rafe story. ive been rlly busy with working two jobs but i stg ts coming :)

warnings: mention of pain/injury, drinks and pot, cursin

 things ended with you and jj a few weeks ago, the drama not really going anywhere. you were civil and hated when people knew your business, besides the pogues no one knew you and jj broke up.

 yet you still always saw your friends, avoiding jj by remembering his schedule by heart. tonight you had the two girls in your room, the three of you getting ready for tonight’s party.

 it’s been a minute since everyone was on a golden goose chase, literally. so tonight was getting fucked up and being happy. your hair had soft braids flowing with your wavy locks, light makeup on.

 dressed in a pretty soft purple and white romper, you smile at the two girls as the shot glasses clink together. you threw back the liquor, the small burn makes your head shake.

 “i want another one.” you push your glass towards kie who held it, sarah agreeing as kie rolls her eyes.

 “another round!” she pours herself another one as we down them, the liquor not burning this time. you check your phone seeing the time was 8:07, grabbing your bag beside your feet.

 you stuff some of the mini liquor shot bottles you bought, along with the bag of weed stuff you had inside. “sarah put our main stuff in your bag and kie put the big bottles in your bag, i got the other stuff in mine.”

 kie decides to drive, not really planning on getting wasted. unlike me who plans for a good time. the drive to the house wasn’t long, the host was some kook who’s parents weren’t home.

 the lights and cars everywhere gave the house away, kie parks a street down allowing us time to smoke a bowl as we walk. “so y/n...” sarah trails off your eyes flicker away from the bowl to her.

 “you gonna flirt with anyone tonight?” you knew what she was getting at but you didn’t care. you didn’t know if you were ready to get back out there and you weren’t gonna rush.

 handing her the pipe and lighter exhaling, “nah, imma just have fun.” kie claps at that, you throwing her a wink. sarah clears the bowl handing it back, you stuff it in your bag.

 walking through the front door, music blaring through the house along with many teens overtook your senses. you three link hands steering through the crowd to get to the kitchen.

 pope was leaning against the sink talking to someone about something, “pope!“ we scream rushing towards him, a sigh of relief took over him.

“there you guys are, where the hell have you been (loca)?” kie smiles pulling out a bottle.

 “preparing.”

 you dig in your bag grabbing a few mini bottles for everyone, opening yours cheering with the others. you knew if pope was here john b and jj were too, but you tried to ignore that thought.

 nothing was gonna happen anyways, its not like your gonna demand to leave or something. you had to face him, the situation, everything and stop being so scared.

 finishing the mini bottle throwing it in the nearby trash, john b and jj round the corner. you and jj’s eyes immediately connecting, looking away quickly you grab a red solo cup. taking the bottle from kie and pouring out a huge amount into the cup.

 “hey guys!” you finally look up bringing the cup to your lips, taking a harsh gulp. you didn’t even glance in his way only smiling towards john b, before you take a seat on one of the barstools.

 “im gonna roll us a blunt.” you mutter to no one in particular, just wanting to keep yourself focused on something other than feeling his eyes bore into your skull.

 “i’ll roll a joint too.” he mutters making your eyes flicker up towards him now, he wasn’t looking at you only pulling his weed and papers out his back pocket. you wish he was rolling this blunt like he used too, instead you down another gulp finishing grinding the weed down.

 sarah hands the rillo back to you, the habit of her breaking it down for you never missed. emptying the weed into the blunt you without even thinking pass the grinder too jj, only then noticing your actions when he takes it not even paying attention.

 fingers touching causes his eyes to connect with yours, instead of saying anything you clear your throat. going back to rolling the blunt, the group got quiet for a second making your eyes lift to see theirs. on the two of you.

 you roll your eyes, “oh shutup.”

the group goes back to normal, engorged in stories as you finally finish the blunt. jj finished already but he was just a fast roller, you stuff the grinder in your bag.

 you all went out towards the back, seeing people swimming smoking or chilling. sitting at the outside table you search for a lighter, “i cant find my lighter.”

 without a beat jj hands you one, eyes now once back on his you smile this time. “thanks.” he nods in response, you lit the blunt inhaling the smoke. you hand him his lighter back taking a few hits before you pass it to kie who sat to your left. jj was on your right john b then sarah, pope was on the other side of kie. the only one not smoking, something about keeping a signal clear. idk

 it’s like out of routine and instinct that over a few weeks you two haven’t seen each other, yet you two manage to sit beside each other. kie was already making faces towards you as sarah only sat smirking, leaving you in distress.

 you take a few more gulps of the liquor, leaning back in the seat. the sun was barely up and the breeze was soft, making the air perfect. summer was your favorite time, no rules no expectations, just fun.

 what you didn’t notice was jj studying you, watching how much you drank, the way you moved, everything. his mind racking full of thoughts. hating the way you two ended things.

 the blunt was passed back but you noticed jj never hit it, you hold it beside you to him. he takes it handing over his joint to you, a soft smile over took you but ignoring the feeling you hit it.

 everything got louder, the alcohol definitely taking affect now. the girls and you start singing along to the song, giggles escaping you as you hit the blunt. “yes!” you squeal as sarah fakes twerk.

 just as you pass the blunt to kie, someone comes running outside. “Cops!” your eyes widen, everyone getting up. your hands clasp around your bag, picking the cup up you finish the rest with a few gulps.

 everyone started taking off, you following behind when you get bumped into falling straight on your ass. “kie!” you scream for help, surrounded by anxious teens.

 a step on your ankle made you scream out in pain, jj’s head whips back seeing you on the floor with a kid standing on you. “hey!” he moves back towards you, shoving the kid back. “get the fuck off her.”

 he leans down, “you okay baby?” you shaking your head, lips quivering.

 “my foot, jay. it hurts.” he nods pulling you up in his arms bridal style. he heads a opposite way of the others, going out a side door and away from the flashing lights and sirens.

 “can you walk?” he ask making you nod, he places you down when your foot shoots in hot pain. “ow ow.” whimpering out holding onto jj’s arm for support.

 “fuck, look i got the van keys. it’s down the street, stay here and i’ll be right back.” you two were looking into each others eyes, you having silent tears flowing down your cheeks.

 “you promise?” biting your lip to hide the shakiness in your voice. his body stiffened slightly before just pulling you off your feet. confusion took over, holding on to his shoulders.

 “what are you doing?” your voice soft almost hesitant to even speak, your eyes trained on his face. his eyes cast down towards yours before looking back up.

 “im not leaving you to wait, ill just carry you.”

this was all too confusing, “my bag. do i have my bag?” he nods showing you it around his arm, allowing you some relief.

 the van finally in view, jj setting you down beside the passenger door. helping you in your seat before walking around getting in. you shine your phone flash light on your foot, seeing it swelling with purple bruising.

“fuck.” you mutter reaching in your bag, pulling out a mini bottle. you quickly open it before chugging it.

 “when did you start drinking so much?” jj’s voice broke the silence, him not even turning the van on yet. your head whips towards him, “i just got trampled and probably broke my foot, and your worried about my drinking?”

 he rolls his eyes, “you know that’s not what i meant.”

 you mimic him, “i dont know what you mean anymore, jj. you’re too fucking confusing.” you take another bottle out but jj reaches over and snatches it.

 “will you just chill out?” you glare at him. “give it back.”

he glares back, you two now having a stare down. you were the first to break, “okay im done with this.” leaning back in the seat in exhaustion, mind swirling.

 “well im not, what’s going on with you?” the question sent you into a frenzy, anger now coursing through you.

 “whats going on with me? we broke up! you were my best friend and i’ve been feeling fucking crazy these last few weeks, you wont get off on my mind. i was supposed to come here have fun and forget about you! but of course not, now im alone in this van with you after you’ve called me baby and shit!”

 inhaling a deep breathe panic slowly rising through you at the realization of what you just said. you look towards him horrified but instead of the same reaction, jj’s hand cup your jaw pulling you forward.

 the two of your lips crash together, hands clasping onto him. “im sorry.” he mutters pulling away. rubbing your cheek with his thumb, “i promise i wont leave again.”

 you lean forward kissing him back, before pulling away “i love you, jay.”

you two felt back at peace, lips connecting again in a hungry way. missing the other deeply.

[simpfordemetri]

Okay now i wanna read an imagine where Felix takes his s/o’s virginity🩸🙊🤩

I got you;)

Gif is not mine credit to the owner

Warnings: smut

Sweet welcome(Felix volturi X reader)

You were spending your time with Heidi,trying not to think about how much you miss Felix.He was sent to a mission with the twins and Demetri,and it have been a week since that.

Heidi was talking at you about some fashion stuff,but honestly you weren't able to listen.

"Y/N,are you even listening to me?"she pointed out,"I'm sorry Heidi,I can't concentrate in anything but Felix"you explained.

Heidi understanded you,she knows how much can hurt when mates are separated from each other for a long time.She were about to hug you when you listened Corin entering the room and shouting they all were back from their mission.

You stand up and as quick as you can runned to the throne room,Felix waiting for you with a big smile.You jumped on his arms as he hugged you,but that didn't last long,"Go to our room and in a few minutes I will receive you how you deserves"he mumbled to you.

Almost half an hour later he enters your shared room with a smug smile ,you were on your bed with your phone through tiktok,as soon as you see him you turn on your off your phone and jumps on his arms kissing him passionate.

"As i can see you missed me a lot darling"Felix teased you,you just nodded and kiss him again,harder.

He lay both of you on the bed,still kissing you,your tongues meet each other fighting for dominance.You stopped kissing his lips just to go down his neck,kissing and sucking,leaves hickeys that would go away in some minutes.

"Dear,are you sure?I don't want to make something you are uncomfortable with"Felix asked,"I'm absolutely sure of this love,I need you".He wasted no time taking your shirt off,looking you with hunger when he sees you have no bra on.He started kissing your neck,his tongue travelling through it,slowly going down to your boobs,looking at you for permission,you nodded happily and je started kissing and playing with them.

Hearing your moans for the first time make him difficult to resist himself.He just wanted to take you right now.

You could feel his boner on your inner thighs,pulling your hips harder to it.He growls and started kissing your lower stomach,leaving purple marks,once he reach to the bottom of your jeans,he looks at you again,"Please Felix",that's all he needed to take them down in less than a second,leaving you on panties.He puts both of your legs on his shoulders, accommodating himself between your legs.

You sigh,preparing yourself for the pleasure you knew he is going to give you.

He kiss your center through your panties,teasing you,promising himself he would be gentle,being glad he is going to be your first and your last.

Throwing your panties away,looks up to you,seeing how flustered you are,he gives you a smile and buries his face on your pussy,licking your clit and hearing your beautiful moans.

He inserts one finger and started moving it slowly,watching your reaction to see if it hurted,when he were sure you were enjoying it,he inserts a second one.He was pleasuring you with his mouth and fingers,you were on heaven.

Suddenly you feel your walls shrinking,your back arched,"Felix I think I'm close",he looks at you"I know dear,I got you"he moves his hand and tongue more quickly and hard and in seconds you screamed his name.

He undressed himself at vampire speed and position himself between your legs,looking at the disaster you were,finally you look at him and give him a smile,"Are you ready?Do you want to stop?"He asked softly,"Please continue",he kisses you and enters in you,pushing slowly,he watched how your face make a uncomfortable expression,and he stopped worried,"Don't stop,I need you now"you said,he started to move slowly,playing attention to your face,once he sees your relaxed expression he started moving his hips with ryth,holding your hips and making you look at him.

"God you feel so good,such a good girl"He growls,this just pushes you to the edge,both finishing at the same time.

Your breath was accelerated as you were shaking,he lift you up and takes you to the bathroom,sitting you on the bath.

You two cuddle while cleaning yourselfs and giving kisses all over your bodies,"I love you so much,you did so good my love"He says,as he kissed you softly.

Just want to say this is my first one shot,and English it's not my first language so sorry if there are any mistakes<3

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Take You Away {2} || Bucky

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: Just when you thought life was meant to get better you find yourself isolated and feeling alone once again with one final haunt from your abusive ex. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, fluff, angst, domestic violence survivor, read the trigger warnings in the tags, mentions of pregnancy, allusion to abortion.  WC: 2.6k

main masterlist || bucky masterlist || part one

There’s something cathartic about watching a leaky faucet drip. There’s the slow build of the droplet that desperately clings to the brass pipe, gravity trying it’s damnedest to wretch it away. Then it breaks free, the molecules bound to form a spectacular sphere of crystalline clarity only to end in an almost silent splat. Repeat.

Had it been hours or days that passed? Maybe if you knew how long each droplet cycle took you could have counted time that way. As it was, you sat with your back to the bathroom door, watching the next droplet form and fall, waiting for some sign from the universe. Another hundred drops passed and still there was nothing, and you were no closer to knowing what to do.

Your joints clicked as you pulled yourself up and your muscles strained against the movement from sitting on the cold tiles for so long. Your fingers had just wrapped around the door handle when you heard a knock at your apartment door and you debated not answering until you heard Bucky’s soft voice on the other side. Trying your best to ignore the messy bed and clothes on the floor, you made your way to the door and slid open the deadbolt before unlocking the second lock you had added.

Bucky’s smile dimmed as soon as the door was wide enough to see more than just a slither through the gap, another hit to your already fragile mindset. “Can I come in?”

You stepped back and let the door swing open, his eyes taking in everything from the drawn curtains to the broken lampshade beside your bed. You knew it wasn’t pretty and the air was probably stale from spending the weekend shut up but if you spent too long thinking about it you would probably only feel worse.

“I wanted to come by sooner but someone decided to rob a bank with an alien gun.” Bucky muttered before frowning even more at the unopened bottle of vodka beside your lamp. “When did you last eat, doll?”

You opened your mouth to answer but you weren’t even sure what day it was. “I’m not hungry.”

Your voice was feeble and you winced as it sounded nothing like you, so you looked away from him in shame. Concern filled Bucky and he stepped closer, your dazed mind only picking up the large silhouette closing in on you and you scrambled back, legs hitting the bed and sending you crashing to the floor. Common sense told you it was Bucky and he wouldn’t hurt you but Justin was plaguing your thoughts every waking moment and it left you on edge.

“Hey, hey, it’s just me sweetheart.” Bucky soothed as he dropped to his knees, knowing that towering over you would only make things worse. “Take a deep breath for me, I’m going to slowly come closer alright.”

He spoke as if you were teetering on the edge of a cliff, scared he would startle you into falling, and he really wasn’t wrong. You thought that after Bucky took you to the bank, set up accounts in your name, got you a new phone and carried your bags as you purchased new belongings for a fresh start at life on the compound, things would be better. They certainly had been at first when you were rooming with Bucky but then Pepper had organised on the floor above, that’s when the nightmares began.

You were sure if you mentioned it he would help you, even if it put himself out, but you didn’t want to be a burden on him. He had already done so much for you that you felt it was unfair to ask anything more from him. After everything you had survived, you figured you could make it through this too, whether you wanted to or not. Your eyes flicked to the bottle of vodka, the strong liquor’s presence weighing on your conscience as you still debated opening it and finishing it in one sitting.

“-therapist, Dr Raynor.”

Your eyes shot back to Bucky and you realised he had been talking but you had been trapped in a world of your own, feeling like a terrible person for not paying attention. “Sorry, what was that?”

“I think you should talk to Dr Raynor, she might be able to help.” He said quietly as he inched closer and took a seat on the floor in front of you.

“I don't need a shrink.” You snapped, instantly feeling guilty at how harsh it sounded when you knew he was just trying to help. “Shit, sorry, I just…I’m fine, I don’t think talking about what happened is going to do anything then reopen the wound.”

He didn’t even react to the acidity in your tone, shrugging it off as he got comfortable. “It might not be my place to say it but, I don’t think it even stopped bleeding.”

You sat there in silence, the only sound coming from the clock that hung slightly off centre on the wall - another casualty of your instability and the pillow you threw at it. You were sure he was giving up on you when he slowly stood up and cracked his stiff back, and you wouldn’t have blamed him, but then he held his hand out.

“Your stomach’s been rumbling for the last hour.” He said as he wiggled his fingers. “Let’s go get some dinner.”

You suddenly felt the hunger pains cramping your gut and let him pull you up from the floor, a frown etching into his forehead as he found you noticeably lighter. He knew he had been busy in the last month but he swore he would try to slow down and check in with you more often. You had seemed to be doing fine but he knew better than anyone that healing came in waves and there were always crashes along the way, he just had to be there to support you.

“How about sushi?” Bucky offered as he hit the button for the elevator to the garage.

You clutched your stomach as it rumbled once again and you shook your head. “Something else, please.”

You sat across from Bucky at the roadside diner not far from the compound. Despite being starving, you stirred the unappetising food around your plate and picked at the bun of your burger. Bucky had finished his burger and fries in record time, stopping only long enough to remind you that he preferred your cooking but this was a close second. You had tried to smile but the muscles ached as you forced your lips to curl and probably looked like you were just baring your teeth at him.

“Ok, talk to me.” Bucky sighed as he wiped his mouth on the napkin and tossed it on his empty plate. “Did something happen while I was away?”

You flinched at the reminder, fresh tears stinging your eyes and you wondered how it was even possible to still produce the little traitors as they slipped over your lashes.

“If someone said something to upset you, I have no problem sorting them out.” Bucky promised as he reached over the table but you pulled your hands down onto your lap as you shook your head.

“Everyone has been so nice to me, Buck.” You whispered through your constricting throat. “I don’t deserve it.”

“Don’t say that…” He soothed as he pulled his wallet out and tried to pay but you grabbed some cash from your pocket and placed it down as he tried to argue. “It’s my shout, I asked you out.”

“I have to pay.” You said as your heart began to beat outside your body and your vision began to dim. “I have to.”

Bucky could probably hear your heart the way his eyes widened and he nodded as he took his money back, the panic attack slowly beginning to ease as you felt back in control. You never expected to get panic attacks over wanting to pay for things but Justin had controlled your finances for so long that the idea of not being able to pay left you choking for air. You pushed back from the table abruptly and out of the diner where the icy night air shocked your lungs back to life.

“When did the panic attacks start?” Bucky asked as he shrugged off his jacket and placed it over your shivering shoulders.

“A few days ago.” You admitted as you watched the stars come back into clarity. “Do you think we could go for a drive?”

Bucky nodded and opened your door before jumping in the driver's seat and heading north with no destination in mind. You rested your forehead to the cool glass of your window, the headlights distorting the trees lining the road and sending them past dizzyingly fast. It was just what you needed to numb your mind as you confessed what was slowly killing you inside.

“I’m pregnant.”

You couldn’t even hear your own voice, it was that quiet, but Bucky did.

An orange glow flickered out your window and you realised it was the indicator as Bucky pulled into an empty truck stop, a heavy silence filling the car as he put it in neutral and pulled the handbrake a little too hard.

“Just when I think I can move on from him, I…” You sobbed at the thought of raising a child with his features, a bout of nausea rolling through you. “When does this nightmare end?”

“Shhhh, it’ll all be alright.” Bucky soothed as he pulled you carefully across the centre console and into his arms, rocking you gently as you cried into his shoulder. “Whatever you decide, I’ll be right there, by your side. I know the compound isn’t the best place to raise a-”

You gasped, the familiar panic setting in as you thought about having the baby. “I, I, I don’t, I couldn’t, Bucky.”

Your rapid breaths left your head spinning and you couldn’t formulate the sentence you had said in your head a million times since you saw the positive pregnancy test, the words you feared to utter aloud for the condemnation that would surely come. Somehow, Bucky knew, he always knew - even when you couldn’t say it, he knew what you were trying to tell him.

“Breathe, doll, just breathe.” He said before taking deep breaths and counting them for you to follow. “There you go. Like I said, whatever you decide, I’m with you till the end of the line.”

You looked at your fingers, picking nervously at your nails as your chest shuddered from your shaky breaths. “You won’t think I’m a monster?”

Bucky reeled back as if he had been slapped before he shook his head. “What happened to you was monstrous and I wish I could have saved you from that but putting yourself first doesn’t make you a monster. I used to think I was a monster for what I did as the Winter Soldier, but I finally came to realise that the real monsters were the ones who took my control away, the ones who forced me to do those acts.”

He pressed his lips to your forehead and fresh tears rolled down your cheeks as you felt a piece of the suffocating pressure lift off your chest. “I can’t sleep, Bucky, I can’t eat. I can’t live like this.”

“You don’t have to.” He promised as he rested his cheek on your head. “It’s gonna take time but things will get better, I promise.”

“That’s a pretty big promise.” You murmured as you yawned and felt the exhaustion of the last few days heavy in your bones, but Bucky always seemed to calm your soul enough to rest.

His chest rumbled with a small chuckle and he started the car, letting you stay curled against him as he drove slowly home with you on his lap. “Trust me, I can handle it.”

Picket signs and shouting assaulted your senses as you stepped off the curb and you immediately shrank back in fear. It was only Bucky’s hand that stopped you from running in the opposite direction and he gave it a gentle squeeze as the attention turned away from the couple ahead to you.

“I’m not gonna let them near you, doll.”

A figure landed at your side and you jumped closer to Bucky before realising it was Falcon flying in, his eyes pinning the crowd with a clear warning. You turned wide eyed to Bucky but he just winked. You had heard the rumours whispered around the compound, particularly from the gossiping kitchen staff, and you knew the visit wouldn’t be secret but you hadn’t expected anyone else to come and support you. You shouldn’t have been surprised though, Sam and the others were your friends and had been constantly checking in on you since you moved in.

“Is this what the Avengers stand for?” Someone shouted from the crowd. “Killing innocent babies!”

A flying disc flew through the signs that were held high, snapping the poles that held them high before rebounding off a power pole and returning to Steve who had just arrived with the rest of the Avengers. Tears burned your eyes as they stepped between you and the crowd, protecting you from the insults and items they threw.

“No.” Steve’s voice boomed over them all. “We are here because we have always stood for freedom of choice. I stood against the Accords because they wanted to take control of a group of people and their actions - exactly what I see happening again here today.”

“She should have chosen to keep her legs closed!” A man with a bible clutched to his chest shouted.

A chorus of agreements crescendoed and your legs threatened to buckle beneath you as Bucky stepped forward and pulled you behind him.

“You don’t know a fucking thing about her. You don’t know what it’s like to have your control taken away, to be forced to do something horrific.” Bucky growled quietly as his metal hand groaned under the force of his clenched fist. “And until you go through that and still think you can try force a woman to carry and birth a baby, then just do us all a favour and shut the fuck up. Now get the fuck out of my way before I break rule number two.”

“Black Widow! How can you stand beside her when you can’t even have children?”

Natasha scanned the crowd and found the question came from a young mother holding an infant in her arms. “My choice to have children was ripped away from me. I am here to make sure no other woman loses their right to choose what happens to their body.”

“The Founding Fathers-”

“I’mma stop you right there.” Sam said as he flared his wings open. “You are not gonna ‘life, liberty and pursuit of happiness’ me with a quote from a man who had over 600 slaves. That shit ain’t gonna fly.”

You looked around your friends and wiped the tears that ran down your cheeks. You were still terrified of the crowd that seemed to swell with each refute but you knew you were safe behind the shield, wings and, of course, a vibranium arm. Leaning into Bucky’s side, you were never more grateful for their friendship and support as they began the march that divided the crowd and towards the dull grey building.

“You okay, doll?”

You looked up to see his concerned blue eyes and shook your head. “No, but I think I’m going to be.”