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[bunnis-monsters]

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warning: teasing, prey and predator play

A/N: this is a kofi request~

As if being mated to a kitsune wasn’t hard enough, he had recently started playing tricks on you almost daily. Before you could handle the occasionally missing sock or jumpscare, but now he was practically bullying you.

When your kitsune wanted something, he always lowered his head and settled his nose on your knee, looking up through his eyelashes. Even though you were getting irritated with his mischievous behavior, you still loved the guy.

“Are you upset with me?” he asked, nosing your knee gently. “I’m just playing around… it’s boring being cooped up in here…”

You sighed, knowing he wasn’t wrong. There had been a sudden blizzard, leaving the two of you trapped in your small cabin by the woods for the time being.

“… I know. It’s just… it gets a bit annoying being nipped at and chased. I know you have a lot of energy, but-“

His attention was suddenly drawn away from the conversation, and he nearly leaped towards the window. There was a bird outside, and now that’s all he could think about.

You huffed, whining at him as he bolted to the window to scratch at it, his orange tail swaying behind him.

“You’re impossible…”

Though some would assume your mate was scatterbrained, he was actually quite clever. The tricks he played on you required him to be cunning and intelligent, and oftentimes you could never guess what he was going to do next.

Sometimes he enjoyed chasing you. He got the zoomies often, nearly bouncing off the walls as he gave chase. It was scary, yet strangely arousing to see him treat you like prey.

“Little bunny~”

He often called you that when he was feeling mischievous. Deciding to get it over with, you rolled your eyes and walked towards the bedroom.

He was completely bare, cock erect and twitching slightly as he nearly purred at the sight of you.

“I’ve missed you…”

“Y-you just saw me- wait, why are you naked!?”

He chuckled, crawling across the comforter, his tail swaying behind him as he reached you at the foot of the bed.

“All these questions… aren’t you pent up? You know, us kitsunes know a lot about the human body…”

He ran a finger down your side, making you shiver. His claw barely scraped your sensitive skin. “Mmm… you know, if I didn’t love you so much I’d just… devour you whole~”

He leaned forward to brush his sharp teeth against your neck. You could feel his cock press against your belly, the tip dripping precum. “… teasing me…”

A smile stretched out across his face, his fingers playing with the waistband of your panties. “Am I? Mmm, I don’t think I am. Maybe you’re just… a sensitive little thing. Most humans are…”

He bit down on your neck, causing you let let out a yelp of pain. His tongue lapped up your blood, his eyes narrowed as he groaned. “God… you make it so difficult, darling. Every woman I’ve ever met has ended up eaten by me… but now I’ve formed a mating bond with you…”

His fox ears twitched as he purred, pulling you into his lap so his tip could rub against your clothed cunt. “Pretty thing, making me so soft for you… oh, how excited I get when I chase you…”

Suddenly, he was pinning you down, letting out a yip as you struggled and squirmed. He loved watching you struggle like a helpless bunny beneath him.

Like prey.

“That’s it…” he murmured, keeping your wrists pinned above you with one hand as the other pulled off your panties.

“Keep struggling…”

He pumped his fingers in and out of you, cooing in a teasing manner as you whined. “Someone is being a needy little thing. You want more, hmm?”

You lip wobbled, and you lifted your hips to press into his hand, desperate for him. “Please…”

He purred at the sight of your desperation, pushing his cock into you without warning. His thrusts were fast and unforgiving, his fluffy orange tail swaying behind him.

You could only whimper and moan, squirming beneath him.

“Isn’t this what you wanted, princess? You wanted to be fucked like the helpless little prey you are, didn’t you? Can’t even talk…”

He pressed kisses into your neck as you came around him, milking his cock. The kitsune quite enjoyed teasing you, but after planting his seed in your belly, he always became incredibly soft.

“Sweet thing…” he murmured, kissing at the bites he left along your neck and shoulders. “You know I’d never eat you, right? You may be sweet, but I prefer to enjoy your taste through… different means…”

To repay all the reading, he dipped his head between your legs to lap up your juices and his cum. It all mixed together, and watching him taste his own cum was pretty hot.

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[garuda4321]

Don’t worry, I’ve been told I’ll get advanced notice if the world is ending from my buddy in Poland. I’ll make sure to keep you all posted on that. Of course, he also had an interesting thing to tell me, which I will quote because I think a lot of folks need to hear this. However, saving that for a little bit later because I feel like folks could use a bit of a motivational speech (I gave my first one today focused on hope, and boy do we need it).

Here goes.

I want to start by reminding people that it’s ok to feel. Whether that’s anger, sadness, hope, happiness, or whatever else you’re feeling, it is ok to feel them. Emotions should not be suppressed. I work very hard to ensure that I am a part of a community that is not only safe, but somewhere I can call home. I am always willing to invite more people into my home, especially in times of need as feeling safe is something everyone deserves.

I know that when faced with outcomes such as these, it is considerably easier to live with a victory than a loss. This is why this I am speaking about hope, having hope. I understand that not everyone has hope right now. If you do have it, please try to share some of that hope with those that do not have it. If you do not have it, hopefully you can find some in this reblog.

I am fairly certain that everyone has had the experience when something doesn’t go their way. In the realm of Ninja (the obstacle course racing variety), this is rampant. Perhaps we fell on the first obstacle of a course, or perhaps we missed qualifying for finals by mere seconds. When this happens, we have two choices. We can either stay down and let the negativity eat away at us, or we can get back up and keep training and trying until we reach our goal.

Unfortunately, we can only do that during training. On a course, when we fail obstacle one, that’s it, we don’t get a second chance. We don’t have that choice to stay down or get back up as we can’t change the outcome. As depressing as that sounds, it’s true.

You can’t change what happened and you don’t get the choice to “get up and try it again”. But we don’t have to sit and cry, complain, or hide from it either. We don’t have to give up.

Right now, there are lots of us that are down. We have communities that we feel safe and welcome in to support us when we need them. Together, as we refuse to give up, we can do each and every thing to help better our communities. It may not be a large difference, but a difference is a difference, and a difference matters! We can leave a smile, a compliment, or even a positive message behind because if someone is having a rough day, those small actions can make a large difference for them.

I encourage you to try to bridge outside of your comfort zone and meet new people, join new communities and try to spread some positivity in the world. I did so earlier today by giving a very similar speech to this one and again now by posting an abbreviated version of it. Do your best to make a difference with all people, no matter who they are, what they look like, or what they stand for. Because we will overcome whatever is thrown our way together, and by helping those that are struggling to overcome their own obstacles. We will believe and we will have faith. We may not know who or what to believe in, but we all know that we can believe in each other.

To finish us off, that quote from my friend in Poland.

“Remember that life is a long distance race. In a few months, a lot will change. In a few years, whole world will look completely different. Don’t lose your energy and faith in being a good person. World will need good people.”

Choose to be kind, caring, compassionate, and empathetic.

I’m signing off for now, maybe I’ll return with the next one I end up giving.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Death Wish 9

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, violence/abuse and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Bucky Barnes

Part of the mob drabbles au

Summary: you’re desperate for a way out of your life and you ask a powerful man for help (plus!reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

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The doorbell buzzes. You loathe that noise. You stay as you are, unbothered by the visitor. You already hear Kitty asking Adrienne who it could be. 

You continue to shuffle through the contents of the cigar box. You’re neither surprised or disgusted by the love letters. You know your mother’s writing and you know it isn’t here. You always assumed your father was rotten to the core. No, you were certain of it. The proof only makes you feel worse for your mother. 

The door opens. There’s voices. Soft tones. Kitty’s, Adrienne’s and... his. 

Then, footfalls that ascend the stairs. Too heavy to be your sisters’. You close the box and toss it in the black bag. There is not box to keep. All your father’s stuff needs to go. You have no use for it. 

“You know I’m here,” Barnes says as he appears in the doorway. 

“I do,” you take the old baseball your father made you catch as a girl. He was always disappointed he never had a son. It makes you want to smile knowing he never got the thing he wanted the most. 

“You’ve had your time to mourn,” he says, and nothing else. His meaning is clear. 

You drop the ball and get off the floor. You cross to him with your head down. He’s stoic and still. You reach for his hand. That makes him flinch. As if he’s surprised. He lets you lift it and you kiss the ring on his pinky. 

You let him go and look him in the face, “he’s gone. It’s over. Let’s move on.” 

His brow arches and his eyes narrow. “You understand what happens now?” 

“You take care of my sisters. That’s all that matters to me.” 

“All about family,” he remarks. “Well, real family.” 

You’re silent. You don’t know what he wants you to say. Your heart is in your throat, can’t he see it beating there, choking you. 

“I showed you my loyalty. I did that and I will never tell a soul.” 

“Oh, I know, doll,” he smirks and shifts his weight. It’s your turn to wince as he brushes his knuckles along your cheek. “I don’t just want that loyalty for one night.” 

You blink and fight not to let your fear show. It’s all so uncertain yet deep down you know exactly what he means. It just seems all too much. 

“Sit down,” he drops his hand and turns. He shuts the door. 

You avoid your father’s bed and instead, sit at the vanity where your mother would perch and apply her night cream. He paces and puts his hands in his pockets. He exhales and measures the air. 

“It’s sorted. Everyone knows what happened. Vengeance is taken, the tables are balanced,” he says. “So we move forward. Your sisters are protected. They will have roofs over their head. You will too.” 

You stare at him, waiting for the other shoe. 

“Doll,” he tilts his head, “why are you looking at me like that?” 

“Just say it,” you sniff. 

“Say what?” 

“Tell me what it costs,” you sneer. 

He snickers, “that’s what I admire about you. You don’t beat around the bush. You come to my office, tell me to off daddy. You won’t even let me charm ya, dammit. You just wanna get down to business.” 

“Please,” you beg. “I... I can’t take any more.” 

His expression softens and he approaches you delicately, like an animal he doesn’t want to scare off, “we’re gonna have a big wedding, doll. You’re gonna wear the most expensive thing you can find, and we’re gonna drive off into the sunset together.” 

You gulp and search his face. It sounds ridiculous. You don’t know this man, he doesn’t know you. Yet, he’s the only man who knows what you did. Who know that you could do something like that. 

“Ah, come on, I’m a real man,” he unbuttons his jacket and reaches inside. “I’m more than words.” He takes out a hexagonal velvet box. “So, let me know if it fits.” 

You hesitate but accept the box. You open it with some effort, the hinges are tight. You snap the lid up and stare at the ring within. It has a large teardrop diamond at the center and four decent sized ovals to each side, with little round diamonds worked in between. The gold gleams with the elaborate style of the thick band. 

You slide it out and turn it in your fingers. It has to be worth more than all the stuff your daddy pawned off. More than even this house. You roll it over again and line up your finger with the band. You push into it and it fits snugly below your knuckle, covering half your finger. 

“Too big,” you say. 

“Loose?” He wonders as he leans a hand on the vanity table. 

“No, it’s... clunky,” you wiggle your hand. 

“Never thought I’d hear a woman complain a rock was too big,” he says. “Doll, I expect you to show off. You’re mine, I’m yours. That’s something to brag about.” 

“Flashy. Distracting,” you comment. 

“Any man stupid enough to try to steal that off ya, he won’t be thinking much longer,” he insists and grabs your hand. “Come here.” 

He tugs you until your standing. He admires the ring on your finger and his cheeks dimple as he grins. He puts your hand on his shoulder and wraps his other arm around you. Sweat beads across your scalp and down your back. He’s so close you can smell his mellow cologne. 

“Always good to have more to love, isn’t it?” his fingers curl into the cushion of your hip as he crushes you against him. He brings his palm up to cradle your face as his eyes drift down to your lips. He purrs and rocks you.  

You shudder as your breath catches in your chest. The idea never fully bloomed in your head. You never dared to imagine this. Yet here it and it’s more startling than anything you could ever fathom. 

He turns his hand to frame your chin and pulls you even closer. He leans in and presses his mouth to yours. His beard tickles you as his lips caress yours and his tongue pokes out coyly. You close your eyes as you open up to let him in. 

Your heart thrums behind your ears as you seal your deal with that kiss. You didn’t barter for your freedom, just another master. 

[midnight-bay-if]

What would the ROs do if they woke up to find the mc had left the room to sleep like on the couch or something because they didn’t want to wake the ROs up with nightmares?

S: Their eyes flutter open, noticing the hand they rested on your waist now clutches the cold sheets where you once lay. They do not hesitate to search for you but are stricken by what they find. You, curled into a ball on the couch, whimpering in fear from whatever haunts your dreams. It's a familiar picture, and it pains them that you feel obligated to bear it alone when you have been so gracious with their own nightmares.

Without a word, S carefully manoeuvres themselves on the couch so their chest is pressed against your back. They slide one arm under your head while the other cradles your arm, intertwining your fingers in theirs. "Do not isolate yourself needlessly, darling," they whisper, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "We are aware of one another's darkness, yet here we remain. Please, do not starve me of my strength."

Rain: Rain is a light sleeper, so the moment the mattress rises from the lack of weight, their eyes flutter open to find you perched on the edge, readying yourself to leave. Before you can move, however, Rain reaches out, laying their hand atop yours, tugging your attention.

"Can't sleep?" They ask with a bleary smile.

"Nightmare," you repeat wearily, "It's okay. Go back to sleep. I'm going to sleep on the couch."

Rain's brow furrows, their lips thinning into a displeased frown. "Please stay. I don't like sleeping alone, you know?" They lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand that they hold. "If you are concerned about your nightmares keeping me awake, you needn't be. When alone, I do not sleep at all. I finally rest when I am beside you. Stay."

Taj: It takes until the morning for Taj to realise you sneaked out of bed in the night. Expecting to gather you in their arms the moment their eyes open, they are disappointed to find your side of the bed long cold. Grousing, they drag themselves out of bed to go hunt for you. They find you already in the kitchen making a pot of coffee, dishevelled hair and dark circles under your eyes.

"Didn't sleep well?" Taj queries, a cold stare you recognise all too well. It's the look of being perceived.

You shrug, trying to play off what you know they have already seen. "Nightmare," you offer, a slither of the truth, "but I didn't want to disturb you, so I tried sleeping on the couch."

Taj snarls, closing the distance and wraps their arms around your waist, resting their chin on your shoulder. "Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Pretend. I hate it." Their breath hitches. "I didn't even realise you were gone. I hate that, too. Wake me next time."

"You know you hate it when I wake you."

"Not if you're scared. Not if you need me."

N: N stretches their limbs, cursing the crick in their back as equally as the hard lumps in your mattress. They really must convince you to purchase something a little more luxurious. You'll thank them later. Their eyes flutter open, expecting to see you pressed closely to them, your rhythmic breathing lulling them sweetly back to sleep. But you are gone. Instinctively, they want to reach out with their mind to locate you, but they push it back down. Boundaries.

It's still dark, but N has no problem navigating it. The apartment is small, so figuring out where you have gone doesn't take a genius. Moments later, they find you curled into a ball, shivering and whimpering in your sleep. They tut, shaking their heads.

"I really wish you would ask for help, my dear," they whisper to themselves, kneeling until they are level with you. They press a hand to your forehead, allowing some of their warmth to seep into your skin. "Allow me to lay to rest whatever is troubling you inside that noggin' of yours, love, or at least let me stand beside you. Do not hide from me."

Umbra: Usually, Umbra spends their nights curled up at your window or lying beside you, guarding your sleep against those who might impose. It mostly depends on you. They like watching you fall asleep pressed against them because sometimes, on occasion, they allow their own eyes to shut. They do not need to, but being with you inspires hopes of ordinary domesticity; it reminds them to live.

But it never lasts long. The moment you shift in your sleep, and the fidgeting and the whimpering starts, Umbra is awake and alert. They once asked S what they might do to help in such a situation, but there is no magic cure, just reassurance. "I am here," they whisper, unsure if you can hear. "You are safe. You are safe." The words are a safety net they sometimes question whether they know how to wield.

You wake with a start, shoving yourself to the other side of the bed, chest heaving and hands shaking. You stare at Umbra, eyes wide, fear gripping your throat. "I'm sorry. Did I disturb you?"

"No," Umbra replies simply. "You never could."

"Would you prefer me to sleep elsewhere?"

"Why would I prefer that?" They query, cocking their head to one side. "I cannot protect you if you are anywhere else."

(Hopefully this was okay!)

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Love That Burns ~ 29

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Word Count: 2,130ish

Summary: You find Logan. The two of you work on your relationship.

Warnings: Emotional, Angst, Nightmares, Injuries

Notes: I hope everyone likes this chapter! We're going to have a couple of chapters of them working on their relationship and growing. There's about a ten-year gap between X-Men: The Last Stand and The Wolverine movie, so we have some to cover!

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Logan saw you every time he closed his eyes. He saw you every time his mutation let him feel a little drunk. He saw you every time he passed out, letting his opponent win the cage fight. You were everywhere, haunting him. But Logan didn’t mind. He needed to keep you with him somehow.

Tossing back another drink, Logan slammed the glass on the counter. The bartender jumped, turning to face the man.

“Another,” Logan mumbled, eyes unfocused.

“I don’t think that’s smart, buddy,” the bartender responded. “You should get going. It’s raining badly out there.”

“Don’t care.”

“I’m serious. You’re done.”

Suddenly, Logan was reaching across the bar. His fists grabbed the bartender’s shirt as he tugged him closer. “I get to decide that.”

The bartender swallowed nervously. “You need to go home.” 

“Don’t have one.”

“Then call someone.”

“Don’t have anyone.”

“Nothing that I can do about that, pal. I’m not serving you anymore.”

“Logan?”

Logan ignored the familiar call of his name. He shoved the bartender away and threw some money on the counter. Turning on his heel, Logan marched out of the bar, closing his eyes as he passed what he believed was an illusion of you. The rain soaked Logan quickly as he headed towards the motorcycle. 

“Logan!” You shouted after him. He simply shook his head. His mind was playing some cruel trick on him. “James!” He stopped.

“You’re not real,” he muttered. He squeezed his eyes shut. “Just another trick.”

Slowly, you walked up to him, stopping a few inches from his back. “I’m real, Logan… I’m alive.”

“No,” he shook his head. “You… you died…”

You reached how to take his wrist. As soon as your fingers brushed against his skin, his claws were out, and he was turned around. Logan’s claws pricked against your neck and side as he glared at you.

“You’re not real,” he heaved. 

“James,” you breathed out. “I am so sorry about everything… I know that I… I died. But I’m back. I’m so very much real.” 

You couldn’t completely light a fire amidst this rain, but you carefully wrapped your hand around Logan’s wrist, which was aiming claws at your neck. Slowly, you began to heat his skin up. You couldn’t imagine the demons that his brain had conjured over this last week and the toll that it had taken. Logan didn’t budge as the heat from your hand began to burn his wrist.

“Y/N…” he whispered, clearly still questioning everything.

“It’s me, James.”

“You died.”

“I know… I’m sorry.”

Slowly, his claws retracted. “This is some trick, right? My mind… I’ve lost it.”

You stepped closer, cooling down your hand but gripping his wrist tighter. “This isn’t a trick. I’m real.”

Logan’s free hand came up shakily to cup your cheek. It was clear he was still hesitant as his thumb began brushing against your skin. “Y/N…” You could see the tears swell up in his eyes. “Sweetheart?”

“It’s me, Logan. I’m alive. I’m here.”

Logan’s knees gave out, and before you knew it, he was kneeling in the mud. His head rested against your knees and he wrapped his arms around your legs to pull you closer. Your hands shot to his head to steady yourself and to try to bring him so comfort. You heart broke as Logan’s shoulders began to tremble as sobs wracked his body.

“Don’t—“ His voice cracked as he let his emotions loose. “Don’t disappear—Please.”

“Logan, baby,” you tried to kneel down, but his grip was too tight. “I’m not going anywhere.” Your fingers traced down the side of Logan’s face and gently forced him to look up at you. “I’m right here.”

With a hard tug, you were suddenly on your knees, with Logan pulling you into him. His lips crashed onto yours as one of his arms tightened, keeping your body against his as his other hand held the back of your head. Your hands found the back of Logan’s neck as he continued to kiss you so desperately, like you could disappear at any second. When the two of you finally pulled back for air, you still kept a hold on each other, with your foreheads meeting.

“You’re here…” He panted.

“I’m right here,” you repeated. 

You figured that it would take a long while before Logan could truly wrap his head around that you weren’t dead. And you would do whatever he needed for him to believe that you were real.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he mumbled. “For everything… I shouldn’t have left you anywhere, the Danger Room, the Island. I should have protected you better. I should have—“

“James,” you stopped him with the mere call of his name. “I know you’re sorry… I am, too… We have a lot to work on, don’t we?” He nodded. “At least now we have more time.”

“I’m never letting you go again.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

~~~

Logan couldn’t let you go. His hands were constantly on you, arms around you. It's how you ended up staying the night at the nearby motel instead of heading back to the mansion. Logan wasn’t ready to bring reality back, especially if this was all some cruel dream. That also meant that after the sex you two had, Logan couldn’t get himself to fall asleep. His eyes were glued onto you, looking over your freshly healed skin, memorizing every detail of your face, enjoying the warmth that your body brought. 

In the morning, the two of you headed back to the mansion, where Ororo was excited to see you, and Hank wanted to run tests. Logan didn’t like the idea of you being tested on, especially if he couldn’t be in the room. He nearly took Hank’s head off when Hank suggested that Logan wait outside. Hank allowed Logan to stay, but he was only allowed to hold your ankles. So Logan gripped tightly to both of your ankles, trying to ground himself as Hank ran tests on you. 

“There is absolutely no reason for what happened to you,” Hank stated as you, Logan, and Ororo sat in the Professor’s office.

“Could it happen again?” You asked.

“Unfortunately, I can’t answer that.”

“So those tests were for nothing?” Logan’s voice was almost as tight as his grip on your knee.

“They weren’t for nothing,” you tried to calm him. “We just… don’t have any answers to any questions at the moment.”

“I’ve got to go,” Hank said. “But I will be checking in. Keep an eye out for anything strange, especially surrounding your mutation.”

“Thanks, Hank.”

“I’ll walk you out,” Ororo said, standing with Hank. 

The two left, leaving you and Logan on the couch. You looked at Logan, who was clearly still struggling.

“What’s going on?” You whispered, placing a hand on top of the hand he had on top of your knee.

“Nothin’,” he muttered, shaking his head.

“Don’t… Don’t do that. Don’t shut me out. If we are going to get better—if we’re going to get through this, then you can’t shut me out. Or this isn’t going to work.” He pulled you into his lab, burying his head into the crook of your neck. “Talk to me, Logan.”

“I can’t—“ He cut himself off. “Sweetheart, I was so… I don’t even know… I felt emotions that I didn’t even know I could. I can’t… I can’t do that again… I can’t lose you.”

“I completely understand what you’re going through. You have to remember that I lost you at one point, too. I thought you were dead for years.”

“Shit. I forgot. I’m sorry—“

“Hold the spiral for a second. Your emotions are valid, no matter how long you felt them. All I’m saying is that I get it, and I’m here.”

“You’re here.”

You nodded, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “We’re going to get through this. It’s going to be long and hard, but we will.”

~~~

It had been a few weeks since your ‘rebirth’, as the students started to call it. The two of you were working on your relationship, barely teaching any classes to try and fix things.

Logan’s nightmares came back in full force. He kept trying not to fall asleep, wanting to keep watch over you, but his body won over every night. You would wake up to his cries, moans, and groans. You were familiar with the drill for how to avoid his claws and how to gently wake him. Logan always felt guilty, but you never allowed him to stay feeling that way. 

Tonight’s nightmare was different from the rest. A new version of hell.

There you were, standing in front of him. It was a version of Alcatraz Island, only you were in Jean’s place and weren’t begging him to kill you. But before he knew it, his claws were in you. 

Logan’s eyes snapped open as he sat up with a roar. His eyes weren’t focusing, though he could tell that someone was in front of him.

“Lo—Logan.”  

Your voice snapped him out of his trance. His eyes widened as he took in the sight in front of him. You were kneeling between his legs with both his fists up against your stomach, blood seeping out.

“Oh, God!” He exclaimed. 

“It’s okay, Logan,” you tried, words slurring together. “Just slowly pull out your claws.”

“What have I done? What did I—“

“Focus here, James. Focus on me.” You were growing weak and dizzy. His eyes searched your face for any sign of anger or fear, but he could only see love and concern. “Slowly, pull them out. But keep your eyes on me.”

With great care, Logan slowly pulled one of his fists away from your abdomen. His claws disappeared, allowing him to pull you closer as he repeated the action with his other hand. You fell forward with a small gasp. Logan quickly helped you lie down. With trembling hands, he lifted your shirt up. Your skin was mending itself slowly, leaving drying blood and scars in its wake.

“I’m so sorry,” you could barely hear the words spill out of Logan’s mouth due to how soft he was speaking. His hands were hovering over your abdomen, not knowing what to do. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Logan, ssshhhhh,” you gently grabbed his hands. “I’m alright. I’m healing.”

“I hurt you… I hurt you…”

“It was just a dream, Logan. I shouldn’t have got between your legs. I knew that it could be dangerous.”

“My claws… I hurt you…”

“I’m fine.” You placed his hands over the newly formed scars.

“I gave you scars…” He yanked his hands back and stumbled off the bed. “I… I can’t…”

You sat up. “Logan, don’t run. Please. Stay. Work this out with me.”

“I… I’m going to my room tonight. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Logan! Please!” You reached out as he opened the door. “Don’t run.”

He paused, gripping the doorknob tightly. “I hurt you…”

“You’ll hurt me even worse if you walk out that door.” Tears were collecting at the edges of your eyes. “Please, James, stay.”

Letting out a shaky breath, Logan slowly closed the door, staying in the room. “I’m sleeping in the chair.”

“Okay.” 

You watched as he almost robotically moved towards the chair next to the window. Before Logan could sit down, his eyes found the drying blood on your abdomen. He disappeared into the bathroom for a moment before returning with a damp washcloth. He knelt on the bed next to you.

“May I?” Logan quietly asked. 

You simply nodded in response. He hesitated for a moment before beginning to gently wipe away the blood. Once Logan was done, you grabbed his wrist before he could get off the bed.

“Don’t leave,” you whispered, finally letting some tears slip. “I… I need you to hold me.”

“I can’t,” he shook his head. 

“You won’t hurt me, Logan.”

“You don’t know that.” 

Logan pulled his wrist from your grip and went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He closed his eyes and leaned against the door as he heard you try to muffle your oncoming sobs. After a few long, agonizing moments, Logan finally couldn’t handle it anymore. He opened the door and took wide strides over to you. You were curled on your side, facing away from him. He quickly got on the bed and pulled you back into him.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry.” 

You turned around and buried yourself into him, continuing to cry. Logan pressed a kiss to your head. This was hard for him, not running. But he couldn’t live without you, that was for sure. And he knew that you couldn’t live without him.

next chapter >

[taesancult]

not necessarily a request, just a thot 🫸🏾🧠🫷🏾currently thinking about laying in between meandom!taesan and softdom!leehan while they play with you,,, you’re right on the edge about to tip over but taesan is in one ear telling you to hold it while leehan is in the other telling you to cum for them :))))

i have never ventured into 3sum territory so if this is awful i am SO SORRY 😭 but the thought of this makes my head spin wtf anonie are u trying to murder me ??? i blacked out while writing this so if it’s extra graphic i AM SORRY

smut under the cut! mdni!

you would be lying on your side. taesan would be pressed against your back, whispering degrading words to you, while you were facing leehan. he would be praising you as taesan held your leg up, relentlessly thrusting into your wet cunt.

“you’re such a good girl, i wish you could see how well your little pussy takes him.” leehan would grin at you as he positioned himself lower so he could enjoy the show. his head was propped on his hand as he stared down at the spot where your body was connected with taesan’s. he was waiting patiently for his turn. however, he knew his words would go straight to your tummy, which caused you to clench around taesan’s hard cock.

“shit- don’t talk to her, i won’t last if she doesn’t stop squeezing me so tightly.” taesan hissed as he talked about you as though you weren’t even present, and continued to slide in and out of you at a blissful pace. leehan bit his lip, holding in a laugh. “don’t hold back then,” he said as his hand slid down your body. his long pretty fingers made their way to your clit, gently playing with it.

“your skin is so soft. you’re just so pretty, so perfect.” he continued to praise you, making you whine out as he kept rubbing at you, helping you reach your high. the feeling of both of them, from taesan’s thick cock pounding into you to leehan’s fingers circling your swollen clit, it all became too much.

“l-leehan, please.” you whined. taesan caught on right away to the fact that you were so close to your release. “don’t you dare fucking cum.” he threatened as he let go of your leg and grabbed a fistful of your hair, causing your bodies to be even closer together. “you’ll cum when i say so.” he whispered in your ear with gritted teeth. “pretty girl, you can cum whenever you please.” leehan said as he kissed all along your body, still playing with your clit. “w-what?” you gasped as you noticed him shifting down the bed to your core.

“you deserve to cum, don’t listen to taesan, i give you permission.” he said as he became eye level with your filled cunt. “leehan, if you don’t shut up.” taesan said as he stopped thrusting into you, he stayed still to watch the younger boy’s next move. the younger boy giggled, then proceeded to lick at your clit.

“oh FUCK!” you cried out at the feeling of his tongue on your clit, while still filled up with taesan’s cock. “taesan, p-please keep going.” you whimpered as he was stunned. his jaw dropped at the scene in front of him. it was all so naughty, so nasty; he couldn’t believe it.

and i am going to stop it there-

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine getting Rob Lucci cat toys

You: Rob! I'm home! I bought you something.

Rob: [doesn't look up from his newspaper, but playful sarcasm bubbles out from behind it ] About time, I was starting to think you had left me to run off with a sailor.

You: me? No, never! I know you'd just bring me back. [winks at him] Any way, I got you some thing at the market.

Rob: [still not looking at you] And what's at?

You: This! [whips out a cat wire wand cat toy with a bright bundle of red feathers and a bell on the end of the wire, and holds it excitedly above your head ]

Rob: [still doesn't look up] Oh, how thoughtful, dear, I love it.

You: [lets your arms flop to your sides, disappointed, but not surprised, with his reaction.]

Rob: Tell me, how was the rest of your day? Was the market busy?

You: [whapps the feathered end of the toy directly on the page he was reading]

Rob: [Lets out a sharp sigh, but doesn't lose his cool, but still doesn't look up at you] Don't do that, please.

You: [flicks the jingling bunch of feathers into his face, and tickles his nose]

Rob: [snorts and lurches back in his seat to look up at you, surprised into silence by your audacity]

You: [pulls that wand back] Do I have your attention now, darling?

Rob: [nods]

You: Good, Great, now I would like you to occasionally make eye contact with me when I am speaking. Or, at least, tell me that you'd like to finish your current activity, the article, or the whole paper before we talk.

Rob: Okay, I can do that... Uh, why'd you get me a cat toy?

You: oh, I got it to annoy you, and your lack of communication has deprived me of satisfaction. [smiling at him, and playfully shaking the toy at him.]

Rob: [snorts in amusement and bats the toy away as he stands up and pulls you close] So me ignoring you protected me.

You: [pulls the toy out of his reach when he tries to steal it.] Yes. But I now know that I can use them to efficiently gain your attention, so I think I'll be keeping this.

Rob: please don't.

You: [jingles the bells above his head]

Rob: [stats to swat at the toy]

You:[jerks the toy to a different place in his reach after every swat]

Rob: [starts to find funny] listen here, you little shit, I am not a cat!

You: [giggles] no, you're a cat-man.

Rob: I ought to remind you of that! [ Scoops you up into his arms and bites all along your neck]

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[theereina]

Never Coming Home

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Wordcount: +1.4K

Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, no smut, heavily dialogue-centered, death, angst, heartbreak, murder, Rebel Ridge alternate ending, religion mentioned

A/N¹: This is a single one-shot with no planned sequels.

A/N²: I'm open to critiques. I am a little 🤏🏽 sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.🥺 Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.

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1 month ago

ring ring ring

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“Mmm… fuck,” I groaned, turning over in my sleep. I yawned as I reached to grab my cell phone from the nightstand. I looked at the phone to see a number I didn't recognize.

I answered the phone and slowly raised it to my ear. The digital clock by the lamp read 3:24 a.m. “Hello, Lily speaking. Who is—”, I said before being interrupted. The loud sound of rustling came through the phone. “Is anyone there?” I asked, becoming a little worried.

I could hear someone on the other end breathing heavily. It sounded like they were running. “Fuck!” I heard the person say through the phone. Was that— Terry? I sat up in bed, throwing my legs over the side. My feet hit the floor with force. “Terry, is that you?!” I yelled, clutching my chest.

I stood from the bed. “Lily!” he shouted into the phone. I could still hear him panting. “Baby, talk to me!” I screamed as worry filled my heart. I began pacing the floor back and forth. I could hear the sounds on the phone beginning to drown out. He was losing signal wherever he was. Static was crackling through now.

“Lily,… I… lo… you… I'm… ry,” Terry tried to say. It was so broken that I was struggling to understand him. It sounded like he said he loved me. “Honey, I love you, too!” I said, pausing to hear him speak. “I should… lis… to you. Just… kn… I'll… al… love you,” Terry said, sobbing.

Terry and I had been together for over 4 years and married for 1, and I had never heard him cry. He was in serious trouble, and I couldn't do anything about it. Before I could speak again, I heard three loud popping noises.

pop pop pop

Gunshots!

“Terry!” I yelled. “Shit!” Terry grumbled. He was panicking and sounded absolutely terrified. This absolute rock of a man was scared for his life. “If… don't ma… home, —,” Terry began before more shots rang out. I could hear what sounded like the phone hitting the ground. Leaves began rustling and boot steps were closing in. Terry's breathing became erratic and raspy, and I could hear a gurgling sound.

“Marston, he's right here. He's hit!” yelled a male voice. “Good! That'll teach that fucker,” said a second male voice. I could hear the sound of leaves rustling and twigs snapping as someone got closer to the phone. I muted the phone before letting out the loudest cry I ever had. There's no way I just heard this. “Check his pulse,” said the second male voice. “He's—,” said the first male. “Oh, well!” laughed the second male.

hawk tuah

“Good riddance. See you in hell, bud. Hahahaha!” laughed the second man. “Marston, don't you think that was a little dumb? I mean you did just spit on his dead body,” said the first male. “Spit on who's body? Ah, hell. Marston, you dumb fuck! You were supposed to catch him not kill him,” said a third man. “Too late for that Chief Burnne, hahaha!” he laughed.

Present Day

“The body’s in here. All you have to do is identify it,” said the medical examiner. “I don't think I can do this,” I said sobbing.

Just looking at the white sheet made my heart shatter. The outline of the body made me sick to my stomach. I knew it was him, but due to formalities, I had to say it was. I was being forced to face the one thing I had avoided for the last month. The realization that Terry was dead.

Entering this room would seal my fate. My husband was gone, and he was never coming home.

The fluorescent lighting illuminated the cold white room. The air inside was suffocating and intolerable. As I was standing there, the medical examiner walked around me. He approached the body slowly. Upon passing, his arm shifted the sheet. It pulled it down just enough for me to see the top of the head to above the eyebrow. Before I could close my eyes, I saw the healed scar on Terry’s forehead. It rested at the front of the right side (his right, my left) of his hairline. A small scar he got from an accident a few years ago.

It was him. As much as my heart wanted to deny it, there was no denying that. It had been a long gruesome month filled with nothing but crying, screaming, and pain.

“I can give you a moment,” the medical examiner said, peering over his glasses at me. “No!— Let's… let's… I feel like I'm gonna vomit. Let's just get this over with. I don't think I can take this any longer,” I said. My arms were crossed over my abdomen. I closed my eyes tightly as I was dreading this moment. I knew whatever was under this sheet would replace the most recent image I had left of Terry.

I could hear the rustling of the sheet being pulled back. I shuddered at the thought of what came next. My breath felt sharp and heavy. I could feel the tears falling from my eyes. I took a deep breath and rolled my shoulders. I needed to get this over with and put this all behind me. “I'm okay. I got this,” I whispered, opening my eyes.

The sight before me broke my heart even more. After all this time of guessing and assuming what Terry would look like, nothing could’ve prepared me for what I saw. His face was almost unrecognizable— swollen, bruised, and battered. An array of blues and purples plastered his brown skin. His face and chest were covered in small cuts from running through the woods. The top of a large exit wound rested at the edge of where the sheet stopped at his chest.

This! This would be the final image I had of my husband. Never in a million years would I have thought this would be how I lost my husband— murdered. To think that Terry went through hell in his last moments hurts me— beaten, chased, and shot like an animal. I always told Terry his big heart and demand for justice would be the death of him. Now, he was never coming home.

I slowly approached his body. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but I couldn't. My hands were trembling. “It's okay. Take your time. I can leave for a moment if you tell…,” he said. “Yes, it's… it's him,” I said. These were the words I had been dreading for a month. The medical examiner nodded before leaving the room. This feeling of— trepidation overcame me. My heart, mind, and body were all collapsing simultaneously. As I got closer to Terry's body, I was overwhelmed by the smell of antiseptics and flesh. It was clear that the time between the murder and now had taken its toll on Terry's decomposing body.

I reached out again, touching his cheek. It was cold and hard. I pulled my hand back. There was nothing familiar or sentient about him. His once radiant face was stiff and unbalanced. That once joyous smile was replaced by a permanent scowl. He had been reduced to nothing more than the aftermath of someone else's wickedness and immorality, a rigid pile of flesh and bones.

Anger began to course through me at the thought of why they did it. How could you do this to someone? All in the name of corruption and ego. A sob escaped my throat, festering with rage and sadness. The sound I let out released only a fraction of the emotions I felt in the last month.

I couldn't believe that I was alone. I would have to deal with all of this myself. Our plans no longer aligned with what I was being forced to live. How could Terry do this to me? The amount of hate in my heart had reduced my faith to absolutely nothing. Why did God let this happen? Even after all of my praying, I was left with this— no husband, no family, and a broken heart.

I looked down at my belly as I rubbed my hands across my abdomen. The tears streamed incessantly down my face. It became too surreal as reality set in. The numbness of the feeling that I would have to raise a child alone was unbearable. A child we planned would never meet their father, and why? How did I deserve this? How did WE?

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[sugdenlovesdingle]

Remember when I said I was going to sleep?

I lied

---

He banged on the door, not bothering with the doorbell or even knocking like a normal person. It had taken him a minute to wrap his head around what Tommy had said, and yes he had let him walk out the door, but damn it the conversation wasn't over.

"Tommy I know you're in there, your car is in the driveway!"

He waited a minute before banging again. Part of him was a little satisfied seeing the stained glass window above the door rattling in its frame.

"Tommy! The least you can do is hear me out!"

He debated going round the back and trying his luck there when the door opened.

Tommy's eyes were red and he looked about as good as Buck felt.

"Ev- Buck... What are you doing here?"

"Don't call me Buck." he pushed past Tommy into the house.

"Everyone calls you Buck."

"You don't. You've never called me that and you know how much that means to me."

Tommy sighed and sat down at his dining table.

"Please don't make this any harder than it has to be."

"Why? So you can just cut me out of your life? Pretend the last six months didn't happen? Is that what you want?"

He was angry and he started pacing up and down Tommy's living room

"No. That is the last thing I want... But I'm a realist."

"No, you're a coward. You got scared and you ran."

Tommy didn't say anything, just stared at his shoes.

"Maybe I am too impulsive, maybe suggesting moving in after 6 months was too much too soon. But I know how I feel. How I feel about you."

"Evan... You came out six months ago. I can't expect you to... Settle for me. There is a whole world out there for you to explore."

"Trust me, I've done plenty of exploring. I told you about the time I spent travelling around, working every job I could find... I didn't always sleep alone during that time. And even when I first started at the 118... I explored plenty."

"Maybe. But not with a man. I can't ask that of you. And... I don't think I can handle saying goodbye to you when you realise you want more from life than me. My heart is breaking now but it would destroy me having to let you go in six months or a year, or maybe even a few years if we're lucky. "

"So you just give up? You decide I'm not worth fighting for? That I don't know that I want forever with you just because I only discovered I'm bi six months ago?"

"That... That's not what I'm saying. Don't you think I want this? Want this with you?"

"Considering you dumped me about two hours ago... I don't know what to think." Buck crossed his arms in front of his chest and gave Tommy an expectant look. "I thought things were good between us."

"They were."

"Then what is the problem?!"

"I got scared ok?! I've been here before, and I don't mean Abby. I was in a serious relationship with a guy and... I was crazy about him. Things were good. So good. I thought it was forever."

Buck sat down on the other side of the table.

"What happened?"

"He... Didn't think we were forever. More like for now." Tommy shook his head. "He... He told me he couldn't be my first and my last. That we both had to see what was out there. He broke my heart."

"But I'm not the same person as your ex." Buck reached across the table, silently asking Tommy to take his hand. "I'm me. I know what I want and I want you. I don't know what the future holds for me and you... But I'd like to find out with you."

"Evan... I want that too but... I have to protect my heart. I mean it. I don't think I could handle losing you if having you in my life for only six months makes me feel like this."

"I'm not going anywhere." Buck told him resolutely. "These past six months have been some of the best of my life. We have fun together. You indulged me with that curse, you're friends with Eddie and Chim, you get the job, you get the lifestyle that comes with it... You get me."

Tommy turned to face him.

"Evan... I... I want to believe this so bad but... I don't know if I can."

"Don't you want to try? Give us both a real shot at happiness?" Buck asked. "I'm usually the one that gets scared and does something stupid... But I can be the sensible and reasonable one out of the two of us if that's what you need."

"You shouldn't have to change for me."

"But I have changed. For the better. You made me feel... Like me."

Tommy shook his head.

"You did that all by yourself."

"Maybe. But you helped. Having you by my side helped. You make me feel secure. You make me happy Tommy."

"You make me happy too." Tommy admitted, finally reaching out and covering Buck's hand with his own.

"Then don't throw this away because you got scared. I promise not to mention moving in together again for at least another six months." Buck joked, happy to get a small laugh from Tommy.

"Ok." Tommy said after a minute. "Ok." he repeated more confidently. "I guess I can be brave if you are."

Buck smiled and bought Tommy's hand to his lips and brushed a kiss over the knuckles.

"I was hoping you'd say that." he got up and rounded the table, stopping in front of Tommy. "Now we missed the movie again... But maybe we can just hang out here and watch something?"

"Yeah. Yeah I'd like that." Tommy said and met him halfway when Buck leaned down to kiss him.

[agoldenblackbird]

i'm gonna be a ranty bitch for a minute.

tbh i'm turned off even reading new buddie fic despite being a multishipper and have unfollowed a bunch of buddie accounts because i'm sick of the smug attitudes. one ask that i am otherwise not going to publish or respond to ended with 'sorry you don't understand media literacy bestie :)' fuck off. listen INFANT, i have been writing fanfic and original fic AND watching, reading and analyzing queer media since before you were born, i understand how character and story development works, and i know the difference between 'storyline i personally disliked' and 'bad writing.' this was BOTH, and it also was marketed to us as 'carefully crafted bi rep' and 'queer love story that is not about a bunch of pain and conflict FOR ONCE' so we have every right to be upset at the bait-and-switch.

the fact that i'm seeing the same exact posts - 'bt bones buddie CANON' that i saw three seasons ago after the bucktaylor breakup, or every time they thought buck and taylor MIGHT break up - says something. the fact that so many fans seem genuinely convinced (STILL!) that buddie is inevitable because there have been so many 'signs,' and then they rattle off a convoluted theory that would make the most hardcore taylor swift stan say 'wow, that's a bit of a reach,' honestly weirded me out a little when i first joined the 911 fandom. i have never been in a fandom where so many fans are insistent that their ship will be - not might be or could be, but WILL be - canon. i am skeptical both from past experience with other shows mishandling queer storylines or ship-baiting, and tim minnear's proven track record with this one of not really knowing what to do with buck's LI's. but i didn't want to yuck anybody's yum, so i let them have their theories and squee in peace, and unfollowed or blocked certain tags if i was seeing too much of it and getting annoyed. it's too out there for me, but i'm glad they're having fun!

yet they can't give us the same courtesy. they deride us as delusional for thinking that a canon pairing that was presented to us both in promo and the show itself as different and important (eg the bobby approval convo and 'buck getting off the hamster wheel') might last, and we're stupid to have ever liked tommy or lou or be disappointed at how the breakup was written, and if we point out the biphobia it's just sour grapes.

the bucktommy breakup is not the first time 911 has started out strong with an interesting storyline and fumbled it in the 4th quarter either because the writers got bored or in the name of needless drama/a 'gotcha' sudden twist. amir & bobby, eddie's fight club arc, the sperm donor SL, hen vs councilwoman ortiz, whatever the hell is going on with harry, the whole mess with shannon/kim, just to name a few. and especially the past couple of seasons, for me since 6b, the pacing has been off. they seem to have too much happening at once and many of the storylines don't have enough room to breathe to be narratively satisfying, or they get resolved in ways that feel lackluster.

if the toxic buddie stans who have been attacking lou on sm and sending death threats (wtf!) actually get what they want, which i admit is possible, but it's certainly not guaranteed….i don't know why they think the writers won't fumble that just as badly. it's not going to happen precisely the way they want it to because it is impossible to please everybody, that's what fanfic is for. but at this point i have zero faith that it would even be well done at all, and zero trust in the writers not to just sabotage or regress a character for funsies, and that's an excellent reason to stop watching the show. in most of my other fandoms i regard canon as a jumping-off point or a blurry outline at best, and i can have just as much fun in the 911 sandbox without any further input from canon at all, once i'm less angry.

[mymegrokosmos]

cheol bf brainrot that no one asked for bc smth a friend sent me sparked a thought tonight so thank k👑 for this one.

I am so sane and normal about this, yup.

seungcheol insists on carrying everything for you. From your purse to your amazon order and even the groceries. Why would you need to handle silly tasks like struggling up to your apartment with big boxes when he's there to do the heavy lifting for you?

On top of being his passenger princess one of the things you took a while to come to a compromise with in your relationship was being taken care of. Letting him do things for you without feeling like you're taking advantage. He insists he does these things for you because he likes to, that it makes him feel better to know you're eating good meals and that he likes when you take over the aux from the passenger seat or talk him through your day while he drives home after work with you on speaker phone.

At first it made you uncomfortable being so pampered all the time. You quickly came to learn the seungcheol's love language is acts of service. Doing these things for you like ordering you dinner when he can't be there to take you out, or picking you up after a night out with your friends when you lose track of time and miss the last bus. So when you eventually start taking joint trips to the grocery store, it's no surprise that you don't get to lift a single finger.

Pushing the cart? He's got it. Reaching the things on shelves too high for you? He's already asking how many you need. Getting your dairy products from the cold freezer section? You stand watch over the cart and stay warm while he picks out the exact brands and flavours he knows are your favourites. And, of course, he insists on carrying the bags back out to the car. You can take a couple of the lightest ones but only because you sulked about it. He insists that he needs you to have one hand free for the keys so you can pop the trunk for him but you both know that's just an excuse to save your pride.

He pouted when you even brought up the possibility of helping so here you are, watching him load the bags while you wonder what good deed you did in your past life to have earned a partner so full of care and genuine love for everyone in his life. It's also just a little bit unfair how handsome he looks in track pants, a plain t-shirt, oversized hoodie and baseball cap perched backwards on his head. He pauses to lift it when he finishes, running a hand through the dark mop of hair that just seems to keep getting longer every time you blink.

"Hey, honey?"

He comes over to see what you need. "Yes jagi?"

The crease in his brows only serves to endear you further. You don't answer right away, too distracted by your fond musings, and it deepens. He taps your cheek gently. You snap out of your thoughts. He looks concerned.

"Everything okay baby?"

You nod. One hand comes up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing over one half of the set of dimples that just make you want to eat him. He leans into your touch, smiling softly, but doesn't take his eyes from yours.

"You sure?"

You smile. "Yeah. I'm good."

Instead of explaining you just lean up, pressing a kiss to the cheek not currently nuzzling against your palm. He kisses your hand.

"Thank you Cheollie."

"For what?"

"For always being such a gentleman."

He blinks. You know it's just second nature to him. He doesn't think twice about the way he does these things. That doesn't make them any less meaningful or appreciated.

You take advantage of his confusion to plant a kiss on him. He just stares at you when you pull back. Your hand slides down to rest on his chest and that seems to snap him back into action. He pulls you in, one hand on your waist, and blinks at you.

"Baby?"

"Yes Cheol?"

"Do that again." You quirk a brow at him. "Please."

His smile when you pull away, much more slowly and reluctantly this time, is worth it. He isn't even looking when he tugs you a few steps back with him, out of the way of the small car pulling out of the parking spot beside you. When you blink up at him he's still grinning. He holds out a hand for the keys, not letting you go as he gets the passenger door and helps you in.

"Let's go home."

"Mhm."

The smile on his face didn't falter the whole way home. Neither did the hand on your thigh, fingers laced with yours even as he pulled into the parking garage under your building.

Needless to say, you now reward him with kisses all the time. It's the one response to spoiling you that he can't complain about.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Death Wish 10

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, violence/abuse and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Bucky Barnes

Part of the mob drabbles au

Summary: you’re desperate for a way out of your life and you ask a powerful man for help (plus!reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Photo Inspo

“Come on, doll,” Barnes takes your hand and leads you across the room. You follow as you will for the rest of your life; obediently. 

His grip is like a vice as he guides you through the hall and down the stairs. Silence meets you at the bottom as your sisters no doubt hear the descent. Yet he doesn’t let you go nor make a move to leave. Instead, he brings you into the front room. 

He squeezes your hand, pressing the large ring into your finger, and releases you. He steps forward as Kitty turns away from the window and Adrienne stands from the sofa. He commands any room he enters and you don’t think you’ll ever be used to that. 

“Sisters,” he declares brightly, “that is what I will call you from now on.” 

He goes first to Kitty and places a kiss on her cheek, then does the same to Adrienne. Each watch him in confusion. You stare blankly. 

“And you can call me brother and ask for anything and everything you need,” he says. 

“Sir,” Kitty moves towards your younger sister. 

“I ask discretion for the time being as I tie up a few loose ends,” Barnes explains. “And we get you all settled where you need to be.” 

Your sisters blink at you then each other. You can’t say it out loud. That makes it real. 

Barnes turns on his heel, “speaking of loose ends, I should go.” 

He comes towards you and takes your hand again. He raises it, certain to show off the glaring diamond, and kisses it. The gesture makes your blood run cold. It is a statement. It isn’t the same as when you kiss his ring, it isn’t deference, no it is a show of ownership. 

“Have a good night,” you say at last. 

He pulls back and lowers your hand. He grins, “it’s already spectacular, doll.” 

He lets you go and steps past you. You stand, stuck in place, as he leaves. The door opens and closes, the hinges jarring you into motion. You go to lock it behind him and Kitty calls your name. 

“What’s going on?” She appears in the doorway. 

You take a breath before you face her. You shrug. Adrienne scrambles around her and snatches your hand. 

“Oh my god, it’s huge.” 

“Stop,” you try to tug your hand back. 

“You’re marrying him?” Kitty’s voice deflates by the last syllable. “Why?” 

You look between them. You can tell one sliver of the truth. “To keep us safe.” 

“Us? We’ll be fine. Barnes says we get an inheritance, we get houses, money--” 

“And then what? It’s not enough to last forever,” you argue. “Even if we can find work, we’ll never make enough to keep that. How long did you work at the yogurt shop before daddy threatened to burn it down? And I have about a week’s experience down at the diner.” 

“We can start now--” 

“We can start now and never reach the finish line,” you insist. “Kitty, you know who daddy was. You sat there and watched what they did to that man today. This isn’t a life you walk away from, even if he’s dead.” 

Adrienne sniffles. She’s on the edge of tears again. 

“So, you do it over? Marry another one? Go through it again?” Kitty challenges. 

“He can make sure that neither of you have to--” 

“We don’t need you to be our martyr,” Kitty argues. 

“I’m not--” you seal your lips and sigh. You wish you could tell her. You wish you could say I shot that fuck and he deserved it because you know she would have loved to do the same thing. Yet, saying it out loud means admitting that you’re all trapped for that moment of vengeance. “Kitty, how much choice do you think he gave me?” 

She stares at you. She knows exactly how it works. There is no asking with these men. 

“We could all go. Disappear.” 

“And they wouldn’t find us? How far could we get, really?” 

“Not far,” Adrienne pipes in. “Kitty, would you rather daddy still be here?” 

Your older sister is silent as her jaw squares. 

“I could marry instead. Maybe not Barnes but someone else. It shouldn’t be you. I’m the oldest--” 

“It is me,” you say, “and it could be any one of us but this is how it is. It’s... not the worst.” 

“It’s not?” Kitty says. “That man stood and ordered another beaten to death. He didn’t flinch.” 

“I know,” you say. 

“No, you don’t know,” Kitty insists, “you can’t be sure that he isn’t like daddy.” 

She’s right. Barnes might have helped vanquish the monster but it can’t erase his own misdeeds. Yet, you asked for all of this. You went there in the middle of the night and sold your soul. You could excuse yourself with naivete, but you deserve more to be branded by it. 

“If it keeps you two from men like daddy--” 

“Stop,” Kitty grabs you by the shoulders. “None of us deserve it.” 

“You stop,” you wrap your fingers calmly around her forearms and peel her hold off of you. “Should I go hand that man his ring back or do you want do it for me?” 

She untangles her wrists from your grasp and recoils. She shakes her head and rolls her eyes up against the threat of tears. She stamps her foot in frustration. 

“You tell me,” she points her finger at you. You’re almost stunned by the fire in her voice and face. Kitty is the sweet one, she’s gentle, but she has your mother’s quiet strength. “You tell me if he ever puts a bruise on you. You fucking tell me.” 

“Kitty,” you murmur. 

Adrienne covers her mouth and watches, swept up in the fraught emotion of it all. 

“No, because I spent a lifetime watching you two cry over that beast we called a father,” she snarls. “I will not waste the rest of my life doing the same. I thought—I thought we were free. I wanted us to be free.” She curls her lip and exhales heavily. “So, you will not lie to me again. And I will know. I will see right through him so you don’t even try to cover it up. One bruise...” she wags her finger then throw up both her hands with a frustrated growl. “I sound like him.” She turns and drags her feet to the stairs. She sits on one and hangs her head. “I sound like daddy. I’m just so... tired.” 

You look at Adrienne and reach for her. She gives you her hand. You bring her over to Kitty and touch your elder sister’s shoulder. She looks up through sparkling eyes. 

“You will know. We will all know. We are sisters and this doesn’t change that,” you say. “We stick together, no matter what.” 

“Oh, we will,” Kitty insists, “I will be at your damn house every day and I will look at that man and I will see all the cracks. Trust me you. He will not take you from us.” 

“Kitty, Ade,” you look from one to the other, “no one can take us from each other. If daddy did one thing, it was making sure of that.” 

[theslushiestnoob]

THE BOY NEXT DOOR (pt3)

Word count: 2.9k

Hamzah x reader

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In the blur of excitement around the move, I hadn’t yet found the time to meet up with my friends. We were at a divided age; they were all either married with children, in committed relationships, or, in my case, feuding with their new infuriatingly pretty neighbour. I often felt their concern about my distinct lack of a boyfriend - they would look at me with pitiful eyes and assure me that I would find love one day (which was not at all condescending or deeply humiliating). Despite my dislike of that particular tendency, I loved them deeply and swiftly organised a dinner with them to catch up the following week.

I pulled on my boots, adjusting my off-shoulder jumper as I zipped them up. The restaurant was nearby, so I would walk rather than drive. In preparation for the chill of the evening, I grabbed my coat and knit scarf.

I locked my door and started down the stairs, getting down one flight before I was stopped in my tracks. A curly-haired man was coming up the stairs, a half- opened cardboard box in his big arms. Hamzah looked me up and down, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His gaze lingered on a freckle on my exposed shoulder, his expression amused. 

‘Woah. Where are you going?’ He asked.

I rolled my eyes, feeling the desire to cover myself.

‘None of your business. What’s with the box?’

Hamzah chuckled softly and stuttered before he said, ‘uhh, new merch designs.’

‘Let me see, then,’ I pressed, craning my neck to look into the box.

Hamzah hesitated for a moment, before sighing. He reached his arm in, pulling out a frighteningly accurate mask of his face and holding it up in front of him. 

I sneered at him, a disgusted expression on my face.

‘Oh my God, you’re such a freak.’ I say, striding away from him and down the rest of the stairs.

*

The restaurant was on a street corner, ambiently lit by the blurred lights of cars racing outside the foggy windows. The walls were plastered with oil paintings of beautiful landscapes and charcoal portraits. Small clusters of tables were spread out the restaurant’s wooden floors, offering the place intimacy and warmth against the chill of the evening.

‘So, y/n, now that you’re in a new neighbourhood, are there any new boyfriends?’ Beck asked.

We had made it to the desserts before the topic had come up. 

That may be a new record, actually. 

I sighed, deliberating between telling the truth and being subjected to their pitying glances or lying and changing the subject. I decided fairly quickly. 

‘Yes, I have a boyfriend, actually,’ I retorted to her snide remark.

‘What?’ my friends gasped in chorus, ‘What’s his name?’

‘His name…’ I begin, stammering as my mind goes blank. ‘Hamzah.’

As soon as I said it, my heart flipped. His name was the first that came to mind, and my cheeks heated at the thought of him. I could barely tolerate the guy, and now I’m saying that he’s my boyfriend?

Ari and Beck exchange a glance, not looking convinced.

‘You’re not being serious,’

‘Yes I am!,’ I said, defensive. Their lack of faith in my love life angered me.

‘Call him, then,’ Beck said, crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her eyes in suspicious amusement.

‘Fine,’ I said, a flush creeping up my cheeks as I scrolled to Hamzah’s number.

Ring

Surely he won’t pick up.

Ring

What am I doing? Why wouldn’t I just tell the truth?

Ring

It’s too late now. Please don’t pick up.

‘Why on earth are you calling me? What do you want?’ A tinny voice says through the phone.

I fake a peal of laughter, forcing a strained smile as I scramble for a way to start the conversation.

‘Oh, you’re so funny, babe. I just wanted to know how you’re getting on without me.’

There was a beat of silence.

‘Babe? What is happening right now?’ I can almost hear his perplexed frown through the phone.

I fake another laugh, my voice shrill.

‘Don’t act like you don’t love it when I call you that! Anyway, we’re having a good time here. I just wanted to check in on my amazing boyfriend,’

There is a slight pause, and I hear a faint laugh through the phone. Hamzah finally responds, his voice thick with faux sweetness, ‘Of course, well, I’m doing okay, but I miss you so much. I want you here, in my lap, with your hands-’

‘Goodbye, Hamzah! Love you!’ I interrupt, my voice high. I hear him laugh through the phone.

‘Bye, babe.’

*

As I reach my door, Hamzah comes out of his flat and looks at me. An amused expression overwhelmed his face as he opened his mouth to talk.

‘Don’t,’ I warn, holding a hand up to stop him. I leaned my head defeatedly on the cool wood of the door. He held his palms up defensively.

‘Fine, I won’t ask. Babe.’

I pretend to gag as I enter my flat, Hamzah trailing behind me.

‘Who said you could come into my house?’ I asked, planting my hands on my hips in annoyance. He conveniently ignored my question.

‘Okay, I know I’m not asking about it, but I think you owe me now,’ He said.

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose between my fingers. He deserved some kind of explanation, I decided.

‘My friends are obsessed with the idea of me having a boyfriend. I may have told a tiny lie and had to call you to prove it. I hardly ‘owe’ you anything, you said two words,’ I scoffed.

Hamzah smiled gently as he heard the story, shaking his head in amusement.

‘Hmm,’ he murmurs, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning against the door.

‘I still think you owe me.’ His voice was low and heavy, and my heart inexplicably fluttered at the sound.

I let out an annoyed grunt, shooting him an angry look. 

‘What do you want, Hamzah?’ I asked.

‘Well, I’m actually in a very similar situation to you. I may have told Mandy and Martin that I had a date to their wedding, and I also may have told them that you were the date.’

I gulped, attempting to read his face. He seemed sincere - but it was such a ridiculous idea I found it hard to believe that he wasn’t pranking me in some way.

‘Hold on, They’re engaged?’ I asked. I hadn’t noticed a ring on Mandy’s finger, but then again I wasn’t looking for one.

‘Yeah, and the wedding is in two weeks, and I’m the best man... Could you… uh… would you want to come with me?’

‘And pretend to be your girlfriend?’ 

‘I know it sounds crazy, but it’s only for a week - we’re staying in a hotel in Croatia, it’ll be so nice, consider the fake-dating just a part of an all expenses paid vacation,’ Hamzah assured.

I closed my eyes, thinking about the proposition. I would be stupid to turn down a free holiday. How bad could fake dating this beautiful man be? Even though he infuriates me - I can do it for a week.

I look back up at him through my lashes, knotting my eyebrows to show my disdain for the idea.

‘Fine.’

He smiled, and said, ‘Thank you. Mandy got so excited when I brought you up that I can’t confess now. We can fake a break up afterwards, and then you’re off the hook.’ 

I look up at him with an uncertain smile. What had I agreed to do?

*

‘Okay, so how can we make this convincing?’ Hamzah said, pacing the length of my living room. It was the next evening, and he had barged into my flat to initiate a planning session half an hour before. After he wormed his way in, he took the opportunity to order pizza for the two of us.

‘Uhh…’ I stammer, tearing a slice of pizza from the box. ‘Well, we should probably learn some basic facts about each other, right? In case we get asked,’

Hamzah makes a sound of agreement, shaking a pointed finger in my direction.

‘Yes, alright, let's ask each other some questions,’ he says.

‘You first,’ 

He pauses for a moment, tapping his foot impatiently on the hard wood of the floor.

‘Do you have any siblings?’

‘Yup. An older sister.’

‘Okay… uh… what’s your job?’

‘I’m a student, Hamzah, and I’m on my break,’ I said, my tone indicating the obviousness of the statement.

‘Holy cow, I forgot people our age are still in college. Okay - what are you studying, then?’

‘English Literature.’

‘Cool,’ he sighed before groaning, ‘this is going to take forever isn’t it.’ He ran a palm over his face, yawning as he reached forward to grab a slice of pizza.

‘I need to ask you some,’ I tell him.

‘Go ahead.’

‘What’s your favourite colour?’

‘You’re kidding,’ he narrowed his eyes at me in annoyance.

‘What? It’s a legitimate question.’

‘Green,’ he replied, averting his gaze from mine and towards the ceiling.

‘Okay, we’re getting somewhere. Do you have any pets?’

‘Yup. Two cats called Red and Blue,’ a twinkle of fatherly pride shone in his eye as he replied.

I sighed, throwing my head against the back of the sofa. Hamzah, also clearly bored, picked up the TV remote and began to flick through the channels.

‘What are you wearing to the wedding?’ He asked, glancing at me.

‘I have no idea, Hamzah. I found out we were going yesterday. I don’t have any nice dresses,’ I replied, gesturing in the general direction of my sparse wardrobe.

‘Huh,’ he said, ‘I think that couples are supposed to match, y’know? We could go and buy one, and I’ll get a matching tie.’

I looked at him appraisingly. Was he really suggesting we go shopping together? I didn’t love the idea of spending so much time with him, but he was right. It would look good if we matched.

I shrugged casually. ‘Sure, why not. I’m free tomorrow.’

I returned my attention to the tv screen, but I could’ve sworn I saw a smile stretch Hamzah’s face before I turned away.

*

Hamzah had driven us to the mall to look at dresses. The first two stores didn’t have what we were looking for, but this one was looking promising. The racks were overflowing with balls of tulle and and strings of lace, the ambient lighting tinging everything the lightest shade of pink.

‘I feel so out of place here,’ Hamzah bent down to whisper in my ear. I pause from looking through the racks to turn to him, an amused smile on my face. 

‘Really? I would’ve thought you frequent this place. Huh.’

‘Shut up,’ Hamzah replied, smiling and turning away from me. He caught the eye of another man standing at the far wall trailing a woman with an armful of dresses, who gave him a faint pitying smile and mock salute.

‘He seems to be in the same boat as me,’ Hamzah whispered to me, returning the salute. I giggled. I continued to search through the racks, stopping as I pulled out a dark green one. A deep v neck surrounded in silky ruffles, feminine flutter sleeves, and an asymmetrical hem. It was gorgeous. I couldn’t suppress a gasp when I saw it, alerting Hamzah’s attention to my find.

‘Oh wow,’ He said.

‘Wow indeed.’

‘C’mon, come try it on,’ Hamzah said, nodding toward the dressing rooms. I plucked my size off of the rack and practically skipped toward them.

*

I pulled the dress delicately over my head, adjusting the fluttery sleeves. I swirled the skirt around my ankles, feeling its elegant lightness brush against the tops of my feet. I felt beautiful. Yanking the curtain aside, I walked out to face the mirror, and Hamzah sat in an armchair beside it. 

As I neared him, his mouth dropped slightly open, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, admiring the way the dress hugged my curves and showed off my figure.

‘I love it… it's perfect.’ I said, turning to beam at Hamzah. ‘What do you think? Girlfriend material?’

Hamzah stammered for a moment, looking me up and down several times before composing himself.

‘You look gorgeous,’ He said, his face still conveying his shock. I felt a warmth swell into my chest at the sight - I liked the feeling of him admiring me. My cheeks pinked in shame at this revelation.

‘And it should be easy to match with,’ I add, pointing in his direction. He shot me a double thumbs up, his eyes still tracing over my figure languidly.

I swiveled on my heels and returned to the dressing room, where I threw my own clothes back on. I held the beautiful dress against the light, admiring its perfect colour. Only then did it cross my mind to check the tag. Two hundred and eighty dollars. Nope. I immediately folded it up, sighing in disappointment. No matter how beautiful it was, I could not fork over that kind of money on a dress for a wedding.

As I leave the dressing room, I place the folded dress on the shelf.

‘Hey, why are you putting it back? I thought it was perfect,’ Hamzah asked, placing a hand on my arm to stop me walking away.

‘Hamzah, it’s almost three-hundred dollars,’ I said to him in a hushed voice.

He looked down at me, cocking an eyebrow as an amused smile overwhelmed his face. He reached to the shelf, picking up the dress and slinging it over his arm. He began to walk away, and I trailed close behind him.

‘Hamzah, I’m not letting you buy me a three-hundred dollar dress.’

‘Why not? You look amazing in it,’ he replied, the compliment momentarily shocking me before I went back to arguing.

‘That’s not - no, I feel bad. We’ll find one somewhere else,’ I say, moving to grab the silky green fabric.

‘Consider it a thank-you gift for being my fake girlfriend,’ he replies, moving his arm out of my reach.

‘No, I can’t -’

‘It’s fine, y/n, stop arguing with me and let me buy it for you,’ Hamzah said, his definitive tone stopping my protests. We walked the rest of the way to the checkout counter in silence, a warm blush rising in my cheeks. I was shocked at the gesture - it was a huge amount of money to drop on a gift, especially on a gift for a girl who makes it clear how much she doesn’t like you. Did this make us friends, now?

‘Thank you. Really,’ I said quietly, touched by his generosity.

*

‘What a pretty dress!’ The cashier said, smiling at Hamzah and I.

‘Only the best for my beautiful girlfriend!’ Hamzah replies, slinging an arm around my shoulder and drawing me in the kiss the top of my head. I stiffen under his touch, realising what he’s doing, and stand in awkward stillness as the cashier rings him up for the dress and hands it to him in a tissue-stuffed bag. With his arm around me, I breathe in his scent - crisp and fresh like a dewy autumn morning, while sweet like a bakery. It was intoxicating, and I almost leaned into him to breathe it in deeper.

He thanked the cashier overenthusiastically as we left the shop, his hand lingering on my lower back as he led me out onto the street. As soon as we stepped out, he swivelled to face me.

‘How was that?’ he asked, his face full of anticipation.

‘Convincing…’ I replied sarcastically.

He scoffed gently. ‘It would’ve been more convincing if you didn’t freeze up like that when I touched you. It looked like I was holding you hostage.’

‘You don’t like my acting skills?’ I replied in a tone of faux hurt feelings, placing a hand over my heart.

Hamzah’s gaze locked onto mine. ‘Clearly, we need to work on those,’ he said before striding toward me. 

‘May I?’ he asked, hovering his hands above my waist. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, before nodding apprehensively. 

Reaching out out and grabbing my waist, he rested his hand in the dip of my side, while the other found my jaw. His dark eyes stayed fixed on mine as he angled my head toward his, the heat of his touch burning my skin. He moved his hand from my waist to my back, rubbing soft circles against it as he pulled me into him. I immediately froze, my hands stationary at my sides, caught completely off guard by his sudden action. My eyes flitted between his deep brown eyes and his tantalisingly full lips, my mouth parted in shock. Our bodies were pressed flush against each other, the heat of his skin on mine making my mind slightly foggy. 

Hamzah sighed. ‘See? This is exactly what I mean. You have to act like you love me,’ he said, rubbing a thumb across my jaw. I attempt to relax under his touch, bringing my eyes to his and allowing my hands to find his shoulders.

‘There you go,’ he whispered, his deep tone causing my stomach to flip. I stepped out of his embrace, overwhelmed by his proximity.

‘Much better,’ he concluded. ‘We have to be comfortable touching each other like that, to really sell it.’ He stuffed his hands into his jeans pocket casually.

‘Yeah, of course, to sell it,’ I repeated quietly, somewhat embarrassed by the interaction.

‘Could still use more practice, though…’ Hamzah said, shrugging nonchalantly and looking at me through his dark eyelashes.

I turned on my heels and began walking down the street. ‘Don’t push it.’

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Please lmk if you're enjoying this series!! I'm really enjoying writing it and planning it out, so I hope you like reading it <3

Have a great day/night slushies 🍧

[lawofnova]

Shifting Insights with Ms. Nova: Pt. 4 - The Witness vs the Ego

Expanding more on Pt. 1

The “witness” is that quiet, observing part of you. It’s the awareness that watches everything but doesn’t get caught up in it. It’s the part of you that is not your ego or self-image. It’s simply you at your core, observing your thoughts, feelings, and experiences without judgment. It doesn’t get wrapped up in your emotions or your past. It simply watches.

The witness is always with you. It is your pure consciousness. It is “I AM.” Outside of thoughts and emotions, it is your awareness and state of being.

You don’t have to access the witness through meditation. That’s a misconception. Like I said, it’s always with you. You can hang out with them all day long if you’d like. They’re your ego’s homie—on standby all day, just observing through it. (Yes, at our core, we sound like lonely creeps.)

Notice the quiet moments: There are gaps between your thoughts—there is this stillness. That is the witness. All you need to do is start becoming aware of it, and the more you do, the more you’ll realize it’s always there.

Observe without reacting: When experiencing strong emotions, practice observing them. Don’t let them consume you in any shape or form. Just notice them, let them come, and let them go. You don’t have to be detached, like they say. Please, just be indifferent. Your pure awareness is already detached naturally.

Everyday awareness: You can do this anywhere. While you’re walking, breathing, eating, or even showering—just try to tune in to the present moment. That’s when you’ll start naturally shifting into that pure awareness.

So, let me ask you—why do we think we’ll get anywhere with our ego running your shifting journey? Look, if you’re meditating to reach your desired reality/state, I respect that! At least you’re tapping into pure consciousness, that ‘I AM’ state.

But why do we keep assuming our ego—all the old beliefs, insecurities, and limiting foundations we've built in this world—is going to be our best tool for manifesting/shifting? Why do we keep trying to manifest and shift using our ego as the guide? Ego is tied to what we know and have experienced, while the witness, pure consciousness, is about limitless potential.

Let’s talk about why the ego doesn’t work as well as pure consciousness when it comes to creating your reality.

When we rely on the ego’s programming, we tend to create resistance because our ego is stuck in what it already knows. It’s tied to our self-image, our fears, and old ideas about what’s possible.

When people are focused on the shifting journey through their ego, they’re often operating in mindset of control. They want to “force” themselves into this new reality/state by doing certain things or following a specific method, hoping to bypass the “steps” of the 3D world.

But here’s the thing: the ego is limited. It’s always pulling from what it’s seen, heard, and believed to be true. It’s stuck in linear thinking (You know... cause and effect, the whole I MUST meditate for 30 minutes to become this shebang).

You’re attaching to time, space, effort, and struggle. You think the more you try, the more you’ll get, but objection! What the hell are you doing? You're further tangling yourself into the web of the old reality/state. Are you the spider or the damn fly? Trick question. You're the whole f****** web. You’re the one creating the resistance by attaching to the 3D and trying to control it, when all you need to do is shift your state to the Witness. You’re the force that holds yourself in place. See how that works? Okay. Sorry, sorry. I won't curse anymore.

Once you shift into the Witness, you stop being tangled in that 3D web. You just float above it, where the real sh** happens. Oops, my bad. I'm sorry. So next time you’re feeling stuck, remember—you are the witness, not the victim of your thoughts/identity/ego.

Start shifting your state through the witness. Start affirming through the witness. Manifest from the witness. Use the witness to remove resistance (they rly don't gaf). Shift into your Desired Reality through the WITNESS.

Witness = K.O

- Ms. Nova signing off, xoxo 💋

[sweetpupii]

Hi! Do you take requests?

If so, I think a fic bases on this excerpt:

"she can't have her parents walking in again. poor cassandra…finding your daughter with her whole face buried in between a girl's thighs is not the most ideal situation"

of your cailtyn story would be phenomenal 🙏

If you don't, feel free to ignore this! :)

Let's start by saying Caitlyn knows how to eat pussy and loves doing it :3 babe could have it for breakfast, lunch, dinner and even dessert. she wouldn't call herself an expert per se, but she's quite proud of her talent.

sure, receiving it feels good—but what's better than knowing you're making a girl cum with just your mouth? to cait, absolutely nothing. the moans, the hair-pulling, the thighs clenching against her head ♡ ugh chef's kiss.

( she came untouched a few times from it but you did not hear it from me ok? )

it's usually one the first things she does when you successfully sneak into her room. like a reward for getting through massive place she calls home without anyone noticing.

your back against the bed and legs immediately spread to expose the sight she absolutely adores. god, she could just stare at it forever and it'd still have the same effect in between her own legs. new panties are needed.

she doesn't dive in face-first like an animal the second your clothes are off, even if she does feel like a starved woman. she starts by slowly kissing your thighs and caressing any bit of skin she can, hand sneaking up your abdomen and ribs to massage your breasts a little—don't mind it.

“Should I continue?” cocky because she already knows the answer is a breathy ‘yes, please’.

oh and she gets way more cocky once she finally starts working on you, soft and slow stripes and twirls with her tongue. nothing fancy yet; she wants to tease a little more.

the second your hips start bucking into her mouth though? girl, grab onto something because she takes the signs IMMEDIATELY.

legs propped up on her shoulder while her hands hold your hips down to keep control of them. the slurping sounds are almost pornographic with how sloppy she's being. no whine coming from you is gonna make her stop any time soon. she's enjoying it waaaay to much already.

if she's feeling nice she will add a finger or two while sucking ๋࣭⭑ curling them just right inside you, not in-and-out like crazy. her tongue’s already lapping at you pretty fast so no need to overwhelm you…yet.

she wishes you would look down at her for a sec to see that pretty expression better, but she also understands it's her own fault that your head is thrown back against the bed, clenching around her fingers while pulling at her hair. what a curse to be so good at pleasing girls.

she knew speeding up her movements wasn't a smart thing to do so late at night as soon as the loud whine that escaped your lips reached her ears. obviously louder than the previous ones.

the heavy thump on the door when it opened proved her right.

“Caitlyn.”

of course it had to be her mother out of all people.

cassandra's eyebrows furrowed as she looked away with a small huff, trying to erase the sight from her mind by blinking and observing every detail on the window. she thought caitlyn was trying to sneak out and get involved with stuff she shouldn't like she had done in the past with serious cases or something, not this!

“It is 3 am; please take your… friend out of here.” a dismissive wave of her hand showed that there wasn't much room for arguing—none really because she's already out the door with a low mumble to herself before her daughter could say anything. tomorrow's talk is gonna be awful, that's for sure.

“just keep quiet some more, then you can go home, alright?” the blue haired girl softly whispered, leaning up and kissing the soft skin on your shoulder to reassure that you're not leaving until you get a few well deserved orgasms, her fingers already going back to rubbing small circles.

she's not gonna let a pretty girl leave her bedroom unsatisfied even if it means getting caught again.