#just a lilllll bit

[flystill]

tutoring grindset 💪

[moodymisty]

Author’s note: This entire idea belongs to @bispecsual , who snapped my ass like Thanos with it at 3am. My eyes might’ve been burning, but I saw the light with this message.

Relationships: unnamed Lamenter/Gn!Reader

Warnings: You could say it’s a lilllll lewd, Blood/vampire kink stuff, Bruising

He looks so large even without his armor. He’s managed to find a moment of time to spend with you now that his round of duty is over, though he had to wake you up to do it. You don’t mind, but you can tell in his face that there’s something gnawing at him.

“You’re hungry,” You suddenly blurt out, looking up at him. He looks at you and his eyebrows raise with surprise, but he doesn’t deny it. He looks away briefly when you offer yourself once again.

“I’ve waited longer, I won’t so soon after the last time.”

You shift under the blankets to look more towards him.

“You don’t have to wait, it’s fine.”

He’s beating himself up in his head, you can tell. Berating his lack of restraint. You know from experience he fights it until he’s right at the edge of the cliff, and only then does he dare to ask. But you feel fine, and helping him is the least you can do. The Lamenters have done so much for you; He’s done so much for you.

“I’m fine. If you need it, take it.”

It seems the battle in his mind only concludes with your gentle insistence, and he moves closer to you. You watch as he slowly crawls onto the bed and his hand presses down by your shoulder. His gaze is intense and you can’t help but look away, exposing your neck at the same time.

He can see the little marks where he bit the last time, on their last few days of healing. As he leans in his hot breath brushes over them, as does his lips. He hesitates for a moment, and you think he might pull away, before he finally sinks his teeth in right below your ear.

The blanket shifts up your bare legs to your hips as your legs kick, landing just below your underwear. His knee presses down between your thighs precariously close to their apex.

His teeth shift in your neck and your fingers tighten on his shoulder from the twinge of pain, but his weight holds your upper body completely still. He doesn’t want you to move even an inch and risk hurting you.

You swear you can hear his hearts, his tongue lapping against your neck and wiping away the tiny beads of blood before he moves to bite again at your collarbone.

It tastes incredible. He’s been starving, his last mission ran him ragged, in his armor for 2 weeks with barely any rest, and your blood is like the finest wine. He’s never tasted wine, but he supposes must taste incredible, as your tone of voice had implied.

His eyes want to close, he wants to get lost in its but he knows he has to stop. It’s still so soon after the last time he bit you, he know he can only take enough to satisfy him for now. So that gnawing can finally get shoved to the back of his mind just for a little while.

You’ve already been so generous, he doesn’t want to wear it out. To take advantage of your rare kindness. He pulls away sees the bruising wounds of your neck, as he glances down at your inner thigh. He sees the fading marks of bites there, where he thought they’d cause you less pain. It caused something else however, and he vows not to do so again unless he can fulfill you afterwards.

He slowly lowers again until his head lays against your chest. Your fingers wrap in the short, messy chop of his hair. Your eyes are closed, but you still talk to him.

“I’m fine,” You whisper, knowing why he’s doing this. The assurance that you’re still alive and well. That he didn’t go too far this time. But sometimes you wonder if he’s becoming unhealthily attached to you. He depends on you in a way oddly enough; With his curse gnawing at him like a never-ending sickness. He’s implied before that his superiors might do something about it if he can’t keep it under control. If this saves him, then you’ll do whatever you can to protect him mentally while he physically protects you.

Because you’re the only thing that cures him; Your blood satiates the hunger and your presence makes him feel alive. The warmth of your skin against his own. The sound of your heartbeat fills him with relief that you’re fine, he didn’t lose himself for a moment.

“How can I repay you for your kindness?” He speaks quietly. You laugh.

“You don’t have to do anything.” He leans close to you and you can feel his nose barely brush against your own.

“I should. There are not many who would willingly give their blood to feed the Red Thirst.” You smile and your hand lands on the scarred skin of his arm.

“I don’t mind, as long as it’s you.”

A brief moment crosses his mind at the idea of another Lamenter biting your neck- of being this close to you. His hand clenches just a bit before he swallows that feeling of rage and leans just that little bit closer to you, pressing his lips to yours.

You lean into him, ignoring the ache in your neck and tasting iron on his lips.

[buckyalpine]

Reflection

18+

Bucky x reader

If you’ve read enough of my fics, you would have pieced together by now that I have a thing with mirrors. its a problem. I know. I will not stop. I’m sorry. 

Starts off a lillllll bit angsty. then a lilllll fluffy. and then smut. This turned out more emotional than I wanted, idek, it was meant to be just smut but here we are. 

Anyway, welcome to another fever dream fic

You could tell by the look on Bucky’s face that he was having one of those days. They were not as frequent as before but they happened none the less. Days where he felt unworthy, where every scar, cut and bruise on his body made him feel ashamed of who he was. Of things he had done. His eyes were trained on the scarring of where his metal arm met skin, deep gashes and scars littering the area; while you found him entirely beautiful, he couldn’t stand the sight of his mangled body. 

“Bucky?” 

“Hm?” 

His eyes didn’t meet yours, continuing to internally criticize himself while you shook your head. His body was still damp from his shower, his towel hanging low on his hips. 

“What are you looking at bubba?” You knew the answer but you asked anyway, giving him a safe space for him to talk about how he felt. 

“I-I hate how many scars there are” He whispered, swallowing thickly. Talking about his body was never an easy topic. “They’ll never go away”

“They don’t have to go away Bucky” Your hand ghosted over his vibrainum arm, kissing the area where metal met flesh, your cheek resting on his chest. 

“You survived so much, they had to brain wash you and wipe you over and over again because it was so hard for them to get rid of the good person you were, don’t you see that baby?” Your hand caressed his scruffy cheek, while his arms came to hold your waist, pulling you closer. “The serum never changed you. They tried to change you and failed. You were, and always have been a sweet heart. I find your scars beautiful baby. There was always good in your heart” 

“M’lucky to have you babydoll” Bucky smiled softly, his forehead coming to rest down on yours. He pressed his lips against yours, savoring how warm they were, his hands slipping up your sleep shirt. 

“Let me take care of you baby” You kissed his chest, taking his hand and leading him to the bed. “I’ll show you how beautiful you are” 

You sat up against the headboard, pulling Bucky down to sit in your lap and lean against you; his back resting on your chest, his head near your shoulder. 

“Sweet heart, I’ll crush you-

“Shh, just take your towel off Buck” Bucky felt his cheeks heat up as he cautiously slipped the towel off. You had seen him naked plenty of times but this was different and he felt exposed, his naked body on full display while you were still in your over sized t-shirt. Usually it was you in his lap, not the other way around. “Spread your legs baby, want to see all of you” 

Bucky’s eyes grew wide, blinking before slowly parting his legs, giving you the perfect view of him from his legs, to his cock, his balls, his abs, his chest, his beautiful face. You hummed approvingly at how perfect he looked spread out for you, your eyes locking with his in the large mirror reflection that sat across your bed. 

“Look at how perfect you are baby” You whispered, kissing his temple. “Bucky relax, its just me” You softly giggled, feeling his body tense. “My beautiful baby”  

“I love your blue eyes, your perfect nose, these adorable pouty pink lips” Your finger traced down his face, tugging down his bottom lip before continuing further down. “This adorable dimple on your chin” 

“I love how much you blush when someone compliments you” You smiled, giving his cheek a soft peck, making his face redden more. 

“I love how strong and warm your arms are, they protect me and keep me safe, your arms feel like home” Your hands rubbed up and down his arms, your fingers tracing over every curve and divot of muscle. 

“I love how safe I feel when you hold me close to you”, You ran your hands up and down his torso, ghosting over his nipples making his breaths deepen, “I also love this” Your voice was a whisper, your finger tracing around the tip of his cock, making Bucky whimper. 

“I love how this makes me so fucking wet, makes me scream” You continued to tease him, your hands gently ghosting up and down his shaft, while Bucky squirmed in your lap, his breaths getting heavier. 

“Y/n, baby please...” 

“Please what bubba?” 

“Touch me” 

“I love how good you make me feel baby”  You giggled, gently nipping his ear lobe, making him moan. “Your cock is perfect, so perfect soldier” Your hand grasped is cock, holding it still, giving in a gentle squeeze, your pussy dripping watching the way Bucky bit his bottom lip. 

“Nothing else satisfies me like you do baby, fuck your cock feels so good” You started off with slow gentle strokes, your hand gripping him from the base of his cock, pulling up to the tip, twisting your wrist slightly each time. 

“You know how well you stretch me baby? How thick your cock is, filling me perfectly every time?” You could feel his precum on your fingers, using it as lube to stroke him faster. “Nothing comes close to how perfect this cock is baby, none of my toys are good enough, I need this” 

Your thumb played with the slit of his cock making him moan, his hips bucking into your hand. 

“Angel, more, please, stroke me faster” His hands were itching to wrap around on top of yours, his balls were throbbing. “pleasepleaseplease” 

You hummed, kissing his neck, stroking him only slightly harder, loving the way his hips rocked and squirmed, thrusting in your hand. 

“I love how your cock tastes baby, love your cum in my mouth, warm on my tongue” 

Bucky groaned, small spurts of precum dribbling down his shaft, his cock soaked in his own arousal. He squeezed his eyes shut to keep himself from cumming, wanting more of your gentle soothing words, his heart beating out of his chest, his cock throbbing. You cooed at the way he lost himself to you, his hands gripping the sheets, focused on your ministrations. 

“Open your eyes baby, you look beautiful, look at how perfect you are” You moaned, seeing the way Bucky’s body responded to your touch, his hips rocking off the bed, thrusting into your hand faster, his legs spread apart even further. His legs squirmed, his cock growing harder in your hand, you knew he was close to cumming. 

“Y/n...”

“What is it baby?” You cooed, continuing to stroke him, keeping his orgasm right on edge. 

“Baby, need more, please, gonna cum” 

“You wanna cum my beautiful baby?” You peppered soft kisses to the side of his face, his wide puppy eyes pleading with you as he nodded. 

“Wanna cum, you make me feel so good-fuck please y/n”

“Go ahead and cum baby” Your arms wrapped around is body, kissing and cradling him while he grasped his cock, giving himself quick tight strokes, his moans growing louder and he brought forth his orgasm. 

“I-fuck-I’m gonna cum” 

“Cum baby, my beautiful Jamie” You hugged his body tighter as he cried out, his body tensing, his cock throbbing as thick white streams of cum coated his chest and stomach. “I love you so much bubba” 

“I-I’m cumming, fuck, don’t stop baby, please-please keep talking, m’cumming so much” His voice was a soft whimper, moaning while you whispered in his ear, no one had ever made him feel so loved and protected the way you did. He felt waves of pleasure continue to wash over him, his hand continuing to work as his cock. 

“Feels good y/n, p-please angel, don’t stop, I need it baby” He couldn’t take his eyes off the mirror, the way you held him, the way you looked at him, your hands caressing his skin, treating him with babylike softness. He didn’t want to be anywhere else. 

“I adore you bubba, so special to me baby”  

Bucky’s chest rose and fell with each of your words, he loved the way you let him feel vulnerable without judging him, you had always put him first. He felt overwhelmed with the way you made him feel, his body still throbbing, tears stinging his eyes, his lip trembling slightly. You rocked his body gently, loving the way he was soft just for you. 

“You’re my angel, my Bucky, my everything”

Tears slipped down his cheeks, the softest sob slipping past his lips while his hand rested on his softening cock, giving it one last squeeze before his body relaxed. 

“I’ll always love you baby” You kissed away the tears streaming down his face, your hand brushing his hair away from his forehead. He whined, feeling you move from behind him, not liking the loss of contact from you.

“Just going to clean you baby, I’ll be back” You gave him a quick peck, grabbing a warm damp towel, wiping him down before laying beside him to cuddle. You squealed, feeling his arms grab you and hug you tightly, burying his face into your chest, his voice muffled as he nuzzled further. 

“iluyu”

“Bucky, I can’t hear you” You giggled at his pouty face when he reluctantly pulled his face away, looking at you with his puppy eyes. 

“I love you”

You kissed his nose, your fingers gently carding through his hair while he closed his eyes, melting into your touch. You were his safe place, you were his home, you were his everything. 

“I love you my beautiful baby, always” 

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[adoremexxs]

WE NEED SEKIDO TO HAVE ANOTHER LOVER WHO ACTUALLY CARES ABT HIM ☹️☹️😞😞 if you do,can you do reader seeing him drunk on a street and they decided to take him home and we give him our number 😢

ALRIGHT.

So, this is a different Y/N reader but like yk it’s a sequel to Sekido getting his heart shattered into 6000 pieces, this reader is good 😇

Modern! Sekido x reader

warnings: sh, drinking, drunk crying, a lilllll suggestive

Sekido was pathetic.

He was utterly pathetic.

That’s what his ex had told him.

And she was right. He was a pathetic excuse of a man. He has never been with anyone else but her.

He longed for her touch, her embrace, her false words of love. Sekido wanted nothing more than to touch her and hold her close to him, so she wouldn’t escape him again.

But alas, she had left him for good. She still had came around his home. To see Karaku who would just grin and wink at Sekido before taking her to his shared room.

On nights like those, he would escape to the club.

Like he is right now.

The blinding lights of the club and the music were making him dizzy and sick. His hand tightened around his whiskey class before downing it, slamming it onto the counter.

Sekido longed for her. She was his everything. His escape from his horrid mind. His escape from the harm he put himself through.

The thoughts of her ran wild in his head, he clenched his fist, digging his nails into the soft, fleshy skin.

He winced but didn’t stop digging them in deeper until droplets of blood pooled from the tiny cuts.

He lost himself drink after drink after drink. His mind was hazy, his head was pounding. Sekido was losing himself.

He lost a piece of himself when she left him.

He became cold and even more jealous of Karaku. He took his sadness and anger out on Aizetsu and Zohakuten.

Zohakuten have been getting into fights more recently. Sekido would argue with Karaku but Karaku is always gone or with her so he doesn’t have a choice but take it out on his other brothers.

He hiccuped as he thought about how cruel he has been lately. All over a girl. He shook his head, downing another drink before making his way out of the club.

Stumbling through the lumped together bodies, it smelt of body odor, vapes and bodily fluids as he squeezed past.

The cool air hit him and he could breathe. His vision was blurry as he stumbled through the street, using the wall as support.

Until you came into view. You were gorgeous with the prettiest (e/c) eyes and gorgeous (h/c) hair. Sekido thought he had seen an angel.

He immediately scolded himself because he still liked his ex.

You walked up to him, giving him an awkward and shy smile.

“Hello…sir? Can you hear me?” You wave a hand in front of him to try and snap him out of his trance.

Sekido blinks and outwardly goes, “You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen…I can’t say that, I’m sorry. I’m still in love with my ex.” He groans, sliding against the wall. He ran his hands through his hair, looking stressed.

You just laughed it off, squating down in front of him. Sekido was amazed how you can squat in high heels! That’s insane! His feet would be hurting!

“Are you okay?”

“Fuck no.” Sekido says, rubbing his eyes, trying to see you better. “Who are you?”

You smile at him, “(Y/N) (L/N), what is your name?”

“…Sekido Hantengu.”

“Well, Seki’, can I take you home? You look to be extremely out of it…” You say, obviously concerned for him. You grab ahold of his hand, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles.

“No…what are you doing? I’d be cheating on my ex.” Sekido looks at your and his hand connected, the sudden contact sparking arousal and butterflies in his stomach.

“Well, she is your ex, isn’t she?” You raise a brow. God, your eyes were gorgeous. Sekido felt like he was about to get lost in them.

“Yeah but she isn’t just my ex. She’s my first love, first time, first everything.” He admits, a bit embarrassed of it.

“Ah, I see.” You hum, letting go of his hand and standing up, smoothing out your tight-fitting dress. It hugged all of your curves and Sekido couldn’t help but admire you and then get red. He couldn’t believe he was checking out some random girl!

“Come on, Sekido! I’m taking you back to my place.” You extend a hand to him which he takes but almost pulls you down with him. “Wow! Almost made me fall.”

Your face was pressed against his chest. You can feel the muscle hiding underneath his shirt. God, he sure is muscular.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” The way he rolled your name off his tongue had you squeezing your thighs together. “I’m just the drunk person here.”

“I’m a little tipsy myself.” You grin, amused as you walk him to your place which thank God isn’t far from here.

The second you opened the door, your cat came running to you.

“Hi, baby! Ohhh, how are you doing? Look, we have a guest!” You pick up your fur baby and show them Sekido who was happy to see such a cute kitty. You hand them over to Sekido who was a bit surprised by it.

“Don’t worry, they won’t bite! Please make yourself at home. I’ll be back in a second.” You hurry off somewhere else in your cute little townhouse home.

Sekido took a moment to look around. Your house was nicely decorated and smelt amazing. Like Christmas sugar cookies. Plus you had a really cute cat. He slid off his shoes and sat on the couch.

For once, he felt relaxed. The cat was purring and rubbing all up on him. His head was killing him. But you came back a few moments later. He could see you better.

God, you were beautiful. You were the embodiment of perfection. If he was good with his words, he would write you a whole paragraph about your beauty. He just couldn’t stop thinking about how pretty you are.

“Alright, Mr. Sekido!” You quickly at the nickname you gave him, walking over and sitting beside him, your thigh brushing against his. “I got you some pain killers and some water.” You hand it to him who happily swallows it down.

Sekido rubbed his temples and muttered out a “thank you.”

You went to respond but Sekido beat you to it, “I’m sorry, (Y/N), I look at you and think about how beautiful you are and that’s not right. Especially after I’m fresh out of a relationship where she slept with my own fucking brother and then watched me bawl my eyes out. I literally put her on a pedestal and gave her everything she ever wanted. What’s wrong with me?” He turns to you, his beautiful eyes watering as he grabbed ahold of his wrists.

“What’s wrong with me, (Y/N)?” God, you swore he is purposely rolling your name off his tongue like that on purpose.

You just gave him a small smile, cupping his face into your soft hands, your thumb stroking his cheekbone. “Nothing is wrong with you, Sekido. I think your ex is just a bad woman. Who wouldn’t want to be with a man like you?” You brush a strand of his hair behind his ear.

His eyes were so pretty. Such a rare and beautiful color. He held so much emotion within his eyes. You could see the pain behind them. Sekido bit down on his lip, making it bleed. It was an anxious habit of his.

“No, (Y/N)…I’m a terrible person.”

“I haven’t known you for long, Sekido, but you are not a terrible person.”

“Yes, I am. I-…You wouldn’t understand it.” He was starting to panic and freak out. Sekido hates thinking of the past. Especially with Zohakuten. He was so cruel, so mean to him when Zohakuten needed him the most.

“Hey, hey,” You pull him closer, locking him in a hug before making Sekido lay down with his head in your lap. “Calm down. Breathe in for me…good boy…now breathe out.”

You instructed Sekido, whispering praises out to him and gently massaging his temples and head. “You’re doing so good, Sekido…Are you asleep?” You look down to see him asleep with his head in your lap.

Welp, you had no choice but to stay there!

.

.

.

Whenever Sekido woke up, he had no idea where he was and he had the most aggravating headache.

Plus there was a fat cute cat on his chest, purring loudly.

The smell of eggs and bacon filled the room. It smelt amazing. He had brief memories of last night. He remembers you. Your beauty was too stunning for him to forget and your kindness towards him warmed his heart. Then he remembered freaking out. Now he was embarrassed.

“Oh! Good morning, Sekido!” You walked into the living room with two plates filled with food. “I made you breakfast.”

“(Y/N)! I’m so sorry about last night! I know we just met but that was so embarrassing and humiliating! I’m sorry. I’m so so so sorry.” Sekido apologized countless times but yet you brushed them off. It didn’t matter to you.

You had a hot man in your house. You aren’t complaining if he trauma dumps on you or not.

Sekido ate the food and man, he was in awe. You were beautiful, kind and you could cook! And you had a fat cat. Those are a bunch of green flags!

He was getting ready to leave whenever you stopped him.

“Seki’, how about we exchange numbers? I want to keep in contact with you.” You were giving him your best smile and god, it melted him.

“Oh, sure, here.” You two exchanged numbers and you told him goodbye as he left.

Sekido was embarrassed and humiliated by his drunk sadness but he met someone who was beautiful and kind out of it.

Maybe he could move on from his ex. Just maybe.

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―🌟TAGS ! fluff, angst, toxicity, hurt/comfort ish. 🎞 SUMMARY: ❛ fuck yo mind up, waste time. ❜ high hopes, unrealistic dreams, empty promises, and bottles of expensive ass champagne is the foundation of the relationship between the two. ⋆ ★ w/c: 1.1k . . . . . ☢ content warnings: a lilllll teeny tiny bit (a lot a bit) of toxicity... (its brent idk what you expected), comfort if you squint n bend your morals a bit, suggestive-ish themes, brent is a lil sassy cause why tf not, use of the n word, and ermm..lmk if i missed anything else!! ― 🔖 one , two .

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omg, omg, omg, hiii!!!! this is like..my first fic on tumblr and my first piece of writing in a whileee, but i wanted to write something cause i kinda sorta have nothing on my account 😭. and this fic lowkey has like a toxic relationship in mind for their relationship but its not overly toxic. (i understand the whole media for impressionable audiences thing but just scroll past it if you not fw it, relaxxx.) so this is just a lil sumn for and to get the hang of things, so let me know if you like it!! feedback is definitely appreciated, but not harsh feedback cause im lowkey sensitive 🥲. i also do not condone, romanticize, or encourage toxic, abusive, or unhealthy relationships!! this is purely just a work of fiction. enjoy!

© don't steal my shit gang. kinda proofread, will be edited.

It started off with a few stolen glances and a sudden gift disguised as a piece of chocolate cake arriving at your table… 

“Courtesy of the table across from you.”  

And it’s been history ever since. 

“I know you seen me looking at you, you know how to grab a nigga’s attention fasho.”

“Mhm, you know you playing wit’ fire right?”

“Fire aint nothing forreal if you know how to handle it.” 

He was always finding some way to make you fold and he knew exactly what he was doing too. Stringing you on with quick but sensual kisses, “I gotchu, jus’ be patient.” licking his lips whenever the energy of his heated stares was matched by you, his hands rhythmically rubbing up and down your thighs, his eyes always being locked on you whenever you spoke. . .There was no way in hell you were going to make it out unscathed. 

Quick and flirty banter is definitely a pillar in you guy’s relationship, feeling comfortable enough to go back and forth with each other.

“Don’t miss me too much! i’ll see you soon, baby.”

“Dont miss you too much? I’ll be missing you the whole week, ma.” 

He loved buying you bracelets and necklaces with his or your name engraved on them, cute lil’ bags he be seeing you eyeing whenever you walk through Chanel, giving you personalized free VIP access to his shows, shit...sending drivers to pick you up and bring you to said shows. And he always made sure you ate and did whatever you needed to do.

“You eat? Nah fuck that, you hungry?” 

“...Maybe.”

“...Don’t play with me, y/n.”

Brent is definitely a sweet-heart in the beginning, well...in his own little way. He’s a romantic but not hopeless. He knew how to show you he cared while also not overplaying his part and things would definitely need time to build up into an actual relationship too. You weren’t stupid, you knew that even though you knew him on a deeper level than all the fame and even as far as to say you knew him as Christopher, he’s still gonna Brent Faiyaz at the end of the day. There were still going to be precautions, external problems, internal problems, and then internal problems egged on by the external ones; loving him was going to be anything but easy. But your connection started to change in different ways too, the relationship would start off with lots of excitement and rose-tinted lenses until feelings started growing and shit got serious; you was thinking it was going to give Jackie Brown and a dash of search & rescue baby...but in reality, it's giving what you heard and session 32 😭. (coughs in this nigga has avoidant attachment issues) 

As soon as he realized what you two had going on was developing into something deeper, he started getting distant. Missing calls, ignoring texts, even coming up with half-assed excuses for missed dates and blowing you off. 

“My bad, I had a lot of shit going on.” 

“I was in the studio, you know how it be, y/n.”

 “I got too caught up in London, that shit was crazy.” 

“You think i could call you back though?” 

And soon the arguments came and you two started staying mad at each other for days on end, not even bothering to try and smooth things over like in the beginning of the relationship. It was hard and it gave you a lot of anxiety. You wouldn't say that you felt unsafe perse, but you definitely didn't feel comfortable. “You mean to tell me that you can't answer the fucking phone for three seconds, Chris??” You shouted, frustration built up in your voice and it was obvious that you were fed the fuck up. It didn't help that the man sitting in front of you was quick to roll his eyes and smack his teeth, but what definitely didn't help was his smart-ass mouth. “Ain't nobody tell you to hit my jack and start losing yo shit, y/n. That's the shit that be blowing me.” 

“I don’t hear from you for days and you expect me to not get worried? You’re mad at me for giving a fuck about you??”

“Whatever, man.”

The whole thing would just progressively get worse as you two went back and forth. you saying petty shit while he just dismissed your feelings until he decided that he would just tell you shit you wanted to hear so the situation would be deaded.

 “I’m sorry, y/n...” he’d say soothingly in your ear, massaging your hips in circular motions as you’d lay your head on top of his chest, close to where his heart beats. “You know I be missing you like crazy. you can't stay mad at me for too long, baby.” and he was right. This routine repeated and repeated itself over and over again until he stopped ‘comforting’ you and just seemingly stopped caring altogether. 

“Nah bro, you tweakin’.” 

“Okay, y/n. stop calling my phone then, problem solved.”

“And you swear you don’t see how your point doesn’t make sense?”

“You got it, y/n.”

With time, you two just broke away from each other, but never ended things officially. It went from short brief phone calls to text messages and eventually, those stopped too. A hole was left in your chest and you couldn’t help but feel as if you wasted your time, continuously punishing yourself because you gave out a part of yourself you won't get back ━ but you couldn’t help but miss him. You’d find yourself compensating for his absence, making two plates of everything, migrating to his unspoken side of the bed, never taking the flowers he got you out of the vase you put them in; even though they long withered away. “I can't believe this nigga got me out here wasting food, groceries are expensive...Eggs are almost four fucking dollars! I can't do this shit, I need to get a grip and be fucking forreal.” 

But let's not pretend he didn’t find himself trying to make sense of your absence, too. 

⋆ ⤏ FINAL WORDS ! 📢 honestly this doesn't feel like it's 1k+ words but it is 😭. i'm so tired chile and i start school in 4 hours. i'm actually content with how this came out, fw it!!

PART TWO COMING SOON.

📸 TAGS !

[hotchs-big-hands]

🫐 If you wanted to, could you write a drabble/blurb where the Aaron and the reader are trying out a new kink/scene for the first time. Up to you on what it is, but maybe it’s something Aaron would have needed some time to learn or build to. Something about him researching for you to keep you happy and safe 🥹😍

Yassssssss Aaron enjoys doing a lot of research on things you two can get up to in the bedroom 🥰🥰🥰 let's say he's intrigued by wanting to handcuff you and be a lilllll rough with you 🫣🫣🫣🫣 when you first got together he never ever would have given it thought but sometimes he overhears you talking to the girlies (he doesn't intend on listening in but he won't lie about not being curious) and well, you admitted to the ladies that you want Aaron to handcuff and "interrogate" you so to speak...

And now ever since then he's not been able to stop thinking about this 😵‍💫😵‍💫 every time he puts his cuffs in his back pocket he's thinking about what you want him to do to you. It's becoming a bit of a problem now. So he caves in and does a bit of research on the subject and oh MY he was certainly excited abt it 🫣🫣🫣🫣 and so the next step was to sit you down and tell you abt it so he can gauge your reaction. You're very pleased, he can see the arousal clouding your eyes and your discussion takes a turn 😵‍💫😵‍💫🫣🫣🫣

It's a little bit of time before anything happens regarding the kink, there was a case afterall. But when you're both home he claims he needs to go and get smth from the store. You're fine with that, busy organising setting the table for dinner, that is until he comes home and sneaks through the house to ambush you 🫣🫣🫣

"(Y/n), hands where I can see them!" He barks at you, startling you to whip around to face him. His stare is dark and dangerous, his body tense. Oh... you slowly move your arms to hold them above your head, trembling.

"S-sir? What are-"

He rushes forward and pins you against the dining table and leaning right down until his face is inches from yours.

"You have the right to remain silent. Now turn the fuck around."

He manhandles you, turning you to press your front onto the table and you hear the clink of his handcuffs. He leans over you again, his chest to your back and you feel his breath against your ear.

"Is this okay?" He whispers. You smile to yourself.

"Mhm, more than okay..."

With a hum, he clicks the handcuffs into place and he grabs you to stand straight.

"I need to ask you a few questions. So you're coming with me, understand?" He hisses. You nod meekly.

"Y-yes, sir..."

Let's just say you're unable to answer any of his questions... 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣

[pumpkinsy0]

Tim being protective of curly hcs 😘

look at these two🙄🙄🙄

•tim isnt as protective of curly as he is w angela, ive said this before, but he is still pretty protective in the way that he IS protective of him

•during rumbles, tim looks out for curly, especially if its one of those rumbles where they can use weapons, but tim ofc has his limits, there r some rumbles w weapons where he will NOT let curly join under any circumstance

•tim sends curly to do jobs, and heeeeee will not sleep till he knows curlys safe at home

•he appreciates that curly wants to have a “tuff looking scar” like him, but tim doesnt care about curly looking tuff, if he can avoid curly getting any sort of scar, he’ll take it

•curlys jacket is actually tims old one that doesnt fit anymore and hes glad curly has it bc 1) aye we savin money 2) if them looking alike wasnt enough, the jacket basically screams “HEY MY BROTHER IS TIM SHEPARD🗣️🗣️” so it helps ppl stay away from trying to mess w curly

•i think curly has special treatment in the shepard gang, its not like straight up PRINCESS treatment, but tim says he doesnt, however to the other gang members, curly def does and it angers them so bad, but tim barely acknowledges that concern

•when he found curly w his arm broken, pony doesnt know it, but tim was acc so mad at him, cause for a bit, he thought pony dared him to, like maybe pony say how much influence he could have over curly and he just decided to “test the waters”

•same thing w that whole chicken thing btw, but maybe ti a lesser extend bc pony was in on that bs too

•when they first moved to america, id say that bc curly was the more talkative one out of all 3 of em, so he did have to deal w the most bullying, physical and verbal, and that was like, the closest, most obvious, “tim is protective of curly” thing ever, bc tim would walk w curly everywhere and hurt anyone who gave curly any grief

•tim HATES their mom for how he treats curly (and angela but shes a different reason y), its bc he KNOWS how much of a mamas boy curly is and how their mom will take advantage of that w the way she talks to him, its like shes stringing him along and tim hate it, if it wasnt for that, tim wouldnt b getting into the arguments he gets into w her

•this is rare, but tim will put his arm around curlys shoulders, as a way to pull him close and a lilllll bit to support him

[honeysocksp]

And They Were Flatmates!

Oh my god they were flatmates! 😧

No, I can’t stop drawing scenes from this fanfiction. Why would you even dare ask me?

snatched from thissss please read this fanfiction if you like Lawlu or just appreciate good writing! Spice is crazy good at writing 👍🥚

I kinda suck at anatomy but pretend I don’t please <3

Dunno if I got Luff’s skin colour on point or not— he’s tanned in the fanfiction and also has a lilllll bit of a moustache only a bit though 💀

| Bonus v

While drawing this I kept on getting an ad from “Jason Clark” talking about his real estate business and how he is the best at selling houses. I got really angry with this guy whenever he popped up and while on a call with my friend we started a joke and uh...

True beauty was birthed. Jason Clark x Luffy AKA “Juffy” as dubbed by my friend. I’m sorry but also not to Mr. Clark.

[3d-wifey]

Are we getting a double chapter for Christmas 🫣

At first, no, but i've decided to combine the last three chapters of catching fire into one mega chapter as a christmas gift. As such, it'll be a lilllll late like just a lil bit, i swear🤏🏾🤏🏾

It's bc so much shit happens 😭😭😭

[mathanlin]

Little post because I feel like my extended absence deserves a lilllll bit of explanation lol

Talking about AU threads, current WIPs, and my plans for Twitter & ao3 :)

First, a quick TLDR! I still adore writing! I still love writing/reading SBI fics, and hope to finish my current WIP (Red Over Blue). I’m in a safe environment, just quite busy and struggling to get back into the flow of writing after such a long break :)

I absolutely still intend to write fics, whether it purely SBI or other fandoms (cough cough cough BAT—). However, AU threads are a bit more complex, and to be dead honest, I don’t anticipate writing many in the future. It’s nothing anyone did, y’all have been nothing but positive! Just an analysis of my own likes/dislikes + my own personal reasons for writing :)

So… fics soon-ish! just at a slower pace, and possibly in different fandoms (though I still main SBI lol)

Thank you all :)))

[aalissy]

Snow in May

Sorry for missing yesterday's chapter y'all. I've been a lilllll obsessed with watching x-files lately bc omg it's so good haha. Anywho, I hope you like both of these fics <3.

AO3

It was an unusually cold day in May, and the sky was blanketed with thick, fluffy snowflakes. Marinette couldn’t believe her eyes as she gazed out of her window, watching the city transform into a winter wonderland overnight. Snow in May? It was unheard of in Paris. Yet, fluffy white flakes were drifting lazily from the sky, coating the city in a rare blanket of winter magic. She wrapped herself in a warm sweater and headed out, curious to see how Paris looked under this unexpected layer of snow.

As she walked through the snowy streets, Marinette spotted Chat gracefully leaping from one rooftop to another. His black suit stood out against the white backdrop, and his cat-like agility made it seem like he was dancing as the snowflakes slowly fell onto the roof he was racing along.

"Chaton!" Marinette called out, waving to catch his attention.

Chat landed gracefully in front of her, a playful grin on his face. "Purrincess, what brings you out on this chilly day?"

"I just had to see this snow for myself! It’s so magical," Marinette exclaimed, spinning around and letting the snowflakes settle in her hair.

He chuckled, his green eyes sparkling with amusement. "It is quite a sight, isn’t it? Almost like a dream."

Marinette nodded, feeling a sense of peace wash over her as she looked over at him. Despite the cold, being with him always warmed her heart. "Do you want to walk around with me? We can enjoy the snow together."

"Of course, purrincess. Lead the way," Chat said, offering her his arm.

They strolled through the snow-covered streets, Chatting and laughing as they admired the beauty around them. Marinette couldn’t help but notice how his eyes lit up with every smile she gave him, and she felt a flutter in her chest.

They passed by a quaint café with outdoor seating, its tables dusted with snow. Chat suggested they take a break and enjoy some hot cocoa together to try and warm up a bit. Marinette agreed with a smile, and they sat at a table, sipping warm drinks and sharing stories as the snow continued to fall around them.

It was moments like these, surrounded by snowflakes in May, that made Marinette realize how special her bond with Chat truly was.

The hot cocoa warmed their hands as they sat close, the steam rising in little curls that mingled with the snowflakes dancing in the air. Marinette couldn't help but steal glances at Chat, admiring the way his eyes sparkled with every story he told. They reminisced about past adventures, laughed at silly mishaps, and shared dreams of what the future might hold. Chat even managed to sneak in a few winter puns that had Marinette giggling. (Though she’d never admit it if you asked her.)

After taking a sip of her hot chocolate, she peered up at him. "Thank you for always making even the coldest days feel warm, Chaton."

Chat Noir smiled softly, his hand covering hers as he lightly squeezed. "Being with you does the same for me, Marinette. You bring light to every moment."

They sat in companionable silence for a while, savoring the warmth of their drinks and the peaceful ambiance of the snow-covered city. Marinette couldn't shake off the feeling of contentment that filled her every time she was with Chat. It was as if the world around them faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of them in their own little bubble of happiness.

As they finished their drinks, Chat suggested taking a stroll through a nearby park known for its wonderful beauty, even in the snow. Marinette agreed enthusiastically, eager to continue their snowy adventure.

The park was a winter wonderland, with trees dressed in white and the ground blanketed in untouched snow. They walked hand in hand, their footsteps leaving imprints in the soft snow. Chat playfully drew shapes with his baton, creating pictures in the snow that made Marinette laugh.

"Chat, you're such a kid sometimes," she teased, nudging him gently.

He grinned, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "Only with you, purrincess. What can I say? You bring out the playful side of me."

They found a secluded bench overlooking a frozen pond, its surface shimmering under the pale winter sun. Chat sat down and patted the spot next to him, inviting Marinette to join him. They watched as birds flitted around, leaving delicate footprints on the snow.

"It's moments like these that I treasure the most," Chat said, his voice soft yet filled with sincerity. "Just being here with you, enjoying the simple joys of life."

Marinette leaned against him, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort envelop her. "I feel the absolute same way, Chaton. I couldn’t have imagined sharing this day with anyone else."

They sat in comfortable silence, lost in their thoughts as they watched the winter scenery unfold before them. The snow continued to fall, adding layers of softness to their surroundings. Marinette felt a sense of peace settle over her, knowing that at this moment, everything was perfect.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the snow-covered landscape, Chat turned to her with a gentle smile. "Thank you for today, Marinette. It's been pawsitively magical."

She grinned back, her heart full of gratitude. "No, thank you, Chaton. For always being there for me." Their eyes locked, and Marinette felt a surge of courage. "T-there’s actually something I’ve been meaning to tell you..."

Before she could finish, Chat leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, the snowflakes swirling around them like a magical embrace. Marinette melted into the kiss, her hand coming up to cup his cheek. It felt like she was finally in the perfect moment she had always dreamed of.

When they pulled away, Marinette’s cheeks were flushed pink, and Chat Noir looked at her with tenderness. "I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time, purrincess."

Marinette smiled, her heart full of joy. "Me too, Chat Noir. Me too."

Together, they sat there, holding each other’s hands and occasionally pressing a kiss to the other’s lips as they watched the sun dip below the horizon, the sky painted in hues of pink and orange. Marinette knew that no matter what tomorrow brought, she would always cherish this snowy day in May, a day filled with laughter, warmth, and the undeniable magic of being with Chat Noir.

[stunie]

HI NONNIE !!! 🤍 if u see this— my reqs are closed > < however however, i can do a little blurb thingy for you! i’m not an expert or anything with things like that but i can relate to something similar—so that’s just a .. warning ?! an fyi ?! i’m no expert !!! but since it’s a bit of a sensitive topic, i’ll post it on my side @ilyume just give me a lilllll bit !! & it’s just for you so it might be outta context for anyone else (everyone is free to read it ofc ^ ^ but i’m not tagging it as anything)

[wowwwhi]

make a gender neutral aita post, cas

ur wish js my command dudde

AM I (m?????? youre not getting my age what are you a cop) the asshole for leaving my husband (???? like 33 or smth hell if i can remember) bc he was entirely unhelpful abt matters regarding my boyfriend (im not even going to elaborate on either age or gender here WHY is this relevant riddle me that)

okso to preface this. the matters WERE death. likeeee. he died. that was the problem. dead boyfriend.

so. be me or whatever. leave home. meet a dude. lets call this guy uhhhh carl or something. have a crush on him (and be p sure hes got a crush on you too) so you start like mock dating. but its never that serious. meet dude number two. well call this one uh. richard. get a lot more involved with richard. marry richard. swear ur. undying fealty or whatever to him. the full extent.

important note 2: richard is like SUPER DEFINITELY a murderer. you did not investigate this at the time you juts thought he was cool and quirky and evil or smth but like he TOTALLY kills people. like. if you were to draw a cartoon murderer thats this dude. got that too?

so carl (who ur still dating btw) hates richard bc hes like 'ok that guy definitely kills people hes definitely a criminal what the fuck why would u marry him. and also wdym our relationship isnt that serious'

and richard who ur still married to is not the GREATESTTT fan of carl bc like. obvious reasons i mean.

but ur like guys shut up i can handle this

okay be me again. keep being me. continue. alr. realise youve married like the THE WORST DUDE EVER.

and then u fail to handle it totally. i MEANNN no i didn't. orr well you didn't. what the fuckass tense are we in rn.

and i dont mean the mruder. that too! but. likeeee. you got into this super fast uve never seen him mad yet or any of those other checks and now ur living in a HOUSE with this dhde

his dish managment is HORRIBLE hes superrrr patronisign (i am younger than him ill give u that much) hes got this habit of being smug abt evry fucjin thing and your always a lilllll bit worried the cops or smth are gknna show up at the door lookin for him

and its slowly becomign less and less uhhhh. hunky dory. if u will.

but ur copin. badly but ur coping.

and EEVEY time u try to bring up an issue he just pretends its not a problem or it doesnt exist or smt

ok.

and thn u wake up to the news ur boyfrienf carl (remember him?) has died .

stupdi accident he didnt need to get involved into. u probably could have talked him out of dying inthe first place kind of 'he didnt need to get involved in' situation. wasnt like. cancer.

so.

bring this up to ur husband over breakfast.

hes actually super understanding and really nice and you work through all of NO OFFUCKING COURSEHES NOT. HAVE U MET THIS MAN.

HES AN ARSE ABT JT. HES MET CARL LIKE AMYBE ONCE AND HES ALREADY ACTUNG LIKE HE KNOWS BETTERT HAN YOU ON THSI SUBJECT

grit ur teeth and bear it mostly bc u knw arguing is NOTTT gonan work. continue ur day as per usual trying to act like your FUCKIGN BOYFRIENF hasnt just DIED

proceed to actually get too sick of it and walk out on him without a word. astounding.

and hes all like 'oh this is ur fault oooh ur ruinign this marriage' and its like shut the FUCK up dude

ur husband then proceeds to absolutely spam u with calls and stuff and eventually u answer

then he makes u kill a bunch of people but were not getting onto that

[shivunin]

Hullo! 💜 For the OC Codex Prompt: 12 for Emmaera (because I can't picture her drunk and think it will be funny, but if she doesn't drink choose another character!) and 15 for Arianwen? :3

Emma's was really hard! After some consideration, I concluded that she would not think she was drunk even when she was really drunk. I wrote another Zevran letter for Wen, set directly before today's ficlet (under the cut; this wound up a bit long). Thank you for the prompt &lt;3!!

12. your OC overheard while drunk

A conversation overheard outside Herald’s Rest on a clear summer evening:

“Mmmm fine, lemme go.”

“Maker, you’re—Inquisitor, please. Allow me to—”

“Cullen, stobbit. I can walk up the stairs! It was only a lilllll bit of alcall Bull said it was fine. Bull wouldn lie!”

A thud, and then a soft cry of pain. 

“Are you alright? Here—oh, no; don’t cry. Let me see—you’re bleeding a little bit. Will you let me help you up the stairs now? I’ve a healer’s kit in my office.”

A sniffle. 

“No.”

A sigh. 

“Maybe.”

A pause.

“Can you carry me?”

The scrape of boots on stone, and then:

“Alright, come here, love. There we go. Maker, your breath; what in Thedas were you drinking? It smells like—”

“Shhh, zzzzhhhhhhhh. Don’t say it. Don’t wanna—you’re too pretty.”

Boots on stone, and an uncomfortable cough. 

“Ah. Thank you?”

“Too pretty to be sick on. Can’t do it.”

“Ah. I see. Are you…?”

“No, ‘m fine. Fine. Are you carryin me? Why?” 

“Maker, don’t—!” 

Rapid shuffling, and then the soft sound of bare feet hitting stone. 

“I cin walk!” 

“Come back, don’t—Maker protect and preserve me, I am going to kill that man!” 

Another, heavier sigh, and then rapid footsteps up the stairs and away.

15. a letter to your OC from a companion they haven’t seen in a while

(I know it’s a copout to write Zev for this one again but consider: I love him)

A letter found in an abandoned Crow safehouse, trampled and bloodstained and trapped under the dead body of an assassin. It is sealed, unsent, and reads:

My dearest Warden, 

The Wounded Coast is lovely this time of year. I do think you would enjoy it; Kirkwall has a greater than average number of people who need killing, and I do think you would enjoy yourself immensely. 

Do not trouble yourself if you have heard of my run-in with the Crows here; I was able to fight them off with a little assistance. Did you know that our Isabela has famous company these days? Indeed,  she is traveling with Kirkwall’s Champion, who fought off the Qunari invasion some three years past. She is just your type, I do think; but alas, it would seem she is otherwise occupied at the moment—or so Isabela tells me. Quite the messy little city they have there; I will have much to tell you about all of it when I see you next. 

I do hope these letters are reaching you, mi vida. I know what I said before, but I swear that I will be with you soon. I have discovered the source of information that led them to me here, and I must cut it off before I walk away. It would be an understatement to say that I have, as you Fereldens say, struck the bee’s nest with my excursions. Apparently, the Crows continue to dislike my absence from their torture chambers, if you can believe it. Some simply do not understand a declined invitation, it would seem. 

I swear to you, on my word, on my skill as a lover, that I am coming back as soon as I have completed this task. It has been far too long; you know that I would not stay away from you all these months without a powerful reason. 

I have plans, you see. I have a ship chosen for the return journey; the captain has reasons to return directly to Amaranthine. I will track you down in your keep. We will ride to the remote place of your choice and stay there for at least a week, with only the two of us and all of the time we might want. You can tell me that I am an idiot and beat me soundly  in combat (I have gained new skills to show you, of course, but I always look forward to the part where you get me on my back), and then we can make love under the stars. If you will allow me, I will tell you about every one of your beautiful characteristics and why I adore each of them so. 

 It is my goal to reach you before this letter; ideally, you will be reading this with me at your side, plying you with kisses and fine wine. Wait for me only a little longer, mi vida, jewel of my heart. You are always with me in my thoughts.

I remain:

Yours, without reservation, 

Zevran

[theskyexists]

ok ill say it. amphibia had GREAT concepts, wonderful character art and WONDERFUL characters, often very awesome drama, often very lovely character relationship moments, and consistently good comedy

also horribly sappy scenes that really weren’t necessary and they dropped the ball so hard on that ending it went right into the planet’s core

what would have been really interesting for the whole show: sasha and marcy also gaining little bits of stone powers in s3 because damn that was ccoolllll

ball drops:

1. marcy rejecting the simulation but never getting to help sasha defeat the core from the inside

2. sappy scene at the end making anne the Ultimate Powerful One and Good One when the show is about friendship and the power of friendship should have destroyed the core (with anne still dying like, secretly. how dramatic would it have been if she’d done that shit secretly? MAN. if that’s the one thing she’d lied about! ‘betrayed’ Sasha and Marcy for - nuancing things just a lilllll bit)

3. that timeskip ending holy shit. HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!! THEY WOULD NEVER EVER NEVER DRIFT APART THAT IS THE ANTITHESIS OF THE SHOW WHAT INSANITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY ARE NOT NORMAL THIRTEEN YEAR OLDS THE WHOLE POINT IS THAT THEY WANTED TO BE FRIENDS THEY SHARED UNIMAGINABLE THINGS THAT NO ONE ELSE CAN EVEN FATHOM THEY WOULD CHANGE BUT THEY WOULD CHANGE TOGETHER

4. also throughout the show they really dropped the ball on the overarching ‘betrayal’ stakes especially when it comes to hop pop man that was completely overdone and nonsensical. when they could have easily fixed stuff....

[juuzousmom]

okay i have two options for my my akiangel fic: either i make it a lilllll bit canon compliant and they have ‘powers’ (a bit like x-men ish) but it’s still cute. orrrrr canon doesn’t exist and they just spend winter together doing fluffy stuff. OR BOTH???