#like “whatever I'll just put my hand on his nose it always calms him down”

[keydekyie]

"Well now that's just uncalled for."

[whitefeathers]

perv!butcher who gets handsy with you but of course he can, hes the leader!

mdni. DARK CONTENT WARNING, READ MY PINNED POST BEFORE CONTINUING. cw: manipulation, dubiously consensual/non con touching but reader is into it, abuse of power. Choking, somnophilia. Daddy kink. Massive daddy issues and butcher is a father figure to u in this, heavy on the taboo and age diff. <3 im down to make a part 2 to this if ppl are interested too ! w/c: 1.2k

Butcher isn't a nice man. He's ruthless, does what he wants, whenever he wants - he's definitely got some sort of conscience in there, but it's drowned out by the primary emotion that drives him. Lust. It's usually for blood, but this time, it's for you.

A pretty young thing, definitely not dumb but definitely inexperienced. Sometimes you don't know when to shut your mouth, too excitable and bubbly, too full of energy. You mean well, you do. But when Butcher already has a headache, your begging to take temp V is driving him mad.

"I'll be okay, it won't hurt me, I could just have cool powers like you, and it'll be all over the next day! It could really help, we don't know what I'd be able to do and it could be something helpful!"

You're sat next to Butcher on the deflated couch in the pawn shop basement, only the pair of you there. You're sat with your legs crossed facing him, gesturing with your words, while Butcher is sat with his legs spread wide, pinching the bridge of his nose, facing directly ahead at the TV. He sighs, turning his head to look at you.

"Fucccck no. You ain't havin' any, end of story. Give 'ers a bit of peace and quiet, will ya? Me 'ead is banging, yer yapping isn't helping."

"I'm not yapping, I'm trying to help..." You murmur, dejected. You turn to face away from Butcher, frustrated and feeling like he doesn't trust you. He watches as the dull light from the TV illuminates your face, trying so hard to look calm and collected. Butcher sees right through you. He knows you need his approval like air.

Butcher sighs again. He's a horrible, fucked up man. He's about thirty years your senior. Fuck it, he'll blame the V for how he's acting if anyone pulls him up on it. If anyone dares. He's the leader, he can do what he likes.

"Look, c'mere. Ya wanna help? Sit,"

"Sit...?" You meet his eyes, eyebrows furrowed. Butcher is unwavering, and he looks scary. His eye contact is intense, and you choose to look down at his chain and his sweater instead.

"Yeah. Sit. Didn't stutter, did I? C'mere," your gaze follows his hand (so large that it's practically a paw) as he pats his strong upper thigh. Your head and your heart race, and you stay still.

"Isn't that... um... inappropriate?" You've always seen him as a mentor, a leader, a father figure. Of course you've had some thoughts, but you've shoved them down deep enough to silence them. He's practically your dad - and old enough to be, too. This is wrong.

Like a dam breaking, all those thoughts suddenly surface. Flickers of Butcher's strong, veiny hands, his rough lips, his even rougher voice calling you a good girl. Fuck, this is bad.

"Surely is. Stop ya whinin' though and give me what I want, yeah?"

You shakily stand up, nodding. You always want to make him proud, and deep down you know you want this - whatever this is. It could be anything from a cuddle to a punch in the gut. Butcher is a live wire.

You settle yourself in his lap, hovering by putting most of your weight on your white-socked feet still planted on the ground. Up this close, Butcher is all you can smell. Heady, masculine, intense. Like testosterone, sweat, and leather. You know it should gross you out but it doesn't.

Butcher's large arm manhandling you so your back is to his chest makes you gasp. He's overpowering and rough, too strong for his own good, too arrogant and self-serving. His hand wraps around to suddenly grip your throat, feeling your pulse but not choking you. Just holding. Your heart jumps into your throat. He might actually just kill you right here.

"You're nervous. Scared I'm gonna hurt ya, sweetheart? Scared I'm gonna make ya cry?" Your eyes flutter closed, and you nod, terrified. He's whispering into your ear, a dark growl. You can feel his warm breath against your neck, smelling like cigarette smoke and mint. His other arm is around your waist, keeping you close to him. Making it so you can't get away.

"Not gonna hurt ya. You want this too," Butcher takes a deep inhale, nostils flaring and eyes fluttering shut. The V has given him an increased sense of smell, and with your legs slightly spread, he can smell exactly what you've been desperate to hide.

"Yeah, you want this too. Can smell ya dripping. This little cunt want daddy, yeah?" Butcher laughs cruelly when his words make your breath stutter and a new gush of wetness to soak your panties, intensifying the smell of pussy that is driving him mad. He takes another deep inhale, and you try to shut your legs, only for Butcher to force them back open with a heavy palm, slapping the soft jiggle of your thigh through your cargos. Mean.

"No, no. No, no, baby, nuh uh. Nope. Don't fuck me about. You're on my team, and you're mine. You want a daddy? I'll be your daddy," you shake your head no, and Butcher coos.

"No? Don't want a daddy?"

"Don' want any daddy, want you," you whisper. "'S always been you."

He groans and adjusts you in his lap so you're even closer to him, and his lips are on your neck by his fingers, just resting. You can feel him now, hard against your ass. Fuck, either he's carrying a gun in his pants, or he's huge.

"Thaaat's right. Always been me. Picked ya up off the street, ya own dad ain't know how to treat ya. I do though. Know what brats like you need," his hand on your throat tightens, cutting off the circulation to your head and making you go dizzy. His lips move up, his tongue softly licking that spot where your neck meets your jaw.

"Need an older man to look after you. Need a good stuffin' to stop you gettin' all gobby. You've been giving me such a headache, princess. Gonna fuck that mouth outta ya. Just gotta have you passed out for it, yeah?"

You struggle to breathe, panicking. Passed out? Why? Your eyes start to flutter closed and Butcher's voice starts to echo in your head, feeling both a million miles away and right inside the pulse of your clit at the same time.

"Stupid lil cunt for daddy. Ya won't be able to take me when you're awake, so I just gotta force it while you're out... sleep now, sweetheart. Shhh." he coos as your vision goes spotty, and you go limp in his lap. Once he's sure you're out cold, he lays you down on the couch, and gets to work using you just how he's always wanted.

He's a deeply fucked up man, but it's not his fault you make such a perfect daddy's girl.

[sexilene]

can i please request reader going off to collage and not wanting to go and leave rafe, and then he convinces her that its okay not to go and stay with him? if it's a little confusion im sorry!

ive got ya!! xoxo!!! (sorry about any spelling mistakes, im like so beyond sleepy rn idk whyyy!!!!)

"hey baby? where are the suitcases, packed already?” your boyfriend shouts from the hall, wondering where all your stuff that was once out ready to get packed, is gone from where he last saw it.

“uh- almost,” you call back, watching him walk into your room carefully trying not to spill your sleepy time tea in his hand, staring down at the cup until he places it on your nightstand. "did you put em away?-" he begins, before you cut him off,

“ray?”

“yeah?”

“i need to talk to you about something…it’s nothing bad i promise…” your eyes wide and full of an emotion he can't quite place. he stares down at you sitting on the bed, crossing his arms waiting to hear what you've got to say. “okay, what’s up?”

“weeeell, i'm really proud of myself about getting in but i’m still a little nervous about going away…leaving you…” you ramble, avoiding eye contact with rafe. “got separation anxiety?” he laughs, bending down to be at eye level with you.

“don’t joke right now rafe, m’serious!” you whine, going to hide your face in your hands when rafe grabs your wrists ever so gently to direct your attention back on him. “sorry, sorry baby…continue." your boyfriend whispers, softly rubbing the skin on your wrist back and forth with his thumb.

you take a deep breath to keep the tears at bay “i’ve just been thinking about it a lot and i don’t wanna be half away across the country! and of course i know how important college is-”

rafe interrupts you by shrugging and muttering out an “eh,” as if to dismiss the importance of college,

“but…”

“but what, baby?” his eyes innocently looking up at you,

“what if i didn’t go? like i want to, but i don’t and it's all so stressful and i feel like i’m gonna disappoint everyone if i don’t go…” a tear then streaming down your face faster than you can wipe it away to keep him from seeing you cry over this.

your sweet boyfriend's heart twists with every tear that follows, he lets go of your wrists to hold your hands in his much bigger, warmer ones and shushes your fears, “hey- hey okay…just relax a minute kid, if you don’t want to you don’t have to. i say it all the time, can’t fucking wait to put a big ass diamond on this finger. and you won’t gotta worry about anything, cause i promise i’ll take care of you.” he tells you, a smirk on his face, trying his best to reassure you.

“i know but i don’t want to look stupid by being the girl who got into an amazing school but then chose to marry her first boyfriend and stay here!” you realize it's not the nicest thing to say out loud but it is- or would be the truth.

“what’s stupid bout being my little housewife?” rafe furrows his eyebrows, bringing his lips down to kiss every single one of your fingers. “aight listen, i’m so proud of you for getting in and doing the preparation for it but if you feel like your mind has changed that's not a bad thing. im fuckin’ relieved you wanna stay, and if you wanna still go to school there’s always UNC… you’d be closer.” your boyfriend was always very good at reasoning, especially with you. he could calm you in any situation with a couple of wise words and kisses.

“yeah…” you sigh, and wipe your nose with the back of your hand, letting go of his. and sure it's relieving to know that you could always choose to make that decision later, yet the thought in the back of your mind still present, telling you not to end up as another figure eight stepford wife.

and as quickly as the thought crept back into your mind, rafe was able to make it disappear “look, i love you babydoll and im gonna support you as you support me yeah? whatever you want, i'll get it for you you know that... you belong here, with me.” he stands back up again, hands reaching down to wipe the remaining tear droplets on your cheeks gently, to show you he cares ever so much about you and how much he wants to be soft with you- as if you could break like a china doll. “kay, so no tears. did your makeup so pretty today baby...”

your wet lashes sticking together, doe eyes staring up at him with love and admiration. “you’re my best friend ray. i love you, so much my heart hurts.”

“and you're mine, and i love you more than anything ever- and you can sleep on it you know? don't have to make up your mind right here." he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

ᥫ᭡.

[luuknowsbetter]

Daylight. bucky barnes x reader

Plot: You had a bad day, and you come home sad and Bucky comforts you.

trope: Bucky barnes x F!reader

warnings; mentions of panic/anxiety attacks, low self-esteem and very fluff,with a bit of angst

I enter to the apartment, tired, sad and having a panic attack. Maybe this is not as i expected, no, today definitely did not go as planned. So i cross the door and Bucky appears from the kitchen,appearing with a smile when he hears that you are finally home, but it automatically fades when he sees you with a red face, a red nose and tears in your eyes. He quickly leaves everything on the kitchen counter to run up to me, and holds my face in his big hands while he looks at me worried, looking for any physical injury.

"What´s wrong doll..?"

he asks while he examines my face carefully, his icy blue eyes look at you with worry, one of his hands moves to the back of your neck and brings me closer to his chest, while his other hand is resting on my hip, making sure you are fine

"It happens that…I'm not enough anymore" I explain while crying trying to wipe away the tears with my hand

Bucky's grip around you becomes tighter at your words, he really can't believe that you are saying this

"What makes you say that sweetheart, you are more than enough. You are so..so so much more than enough, I don't want to hear you say that crap again, you are more than enough, you can do everything you put your mind to, doll, you ..are enough. And you deserve everything in the world"

"No, but…" I sob again, as i try to stop myself from crying "I'm not…good enough at what I loved to do before…I'm not pretty enough, nor smart enough, nor thin enough…"

He frowns at my words, grabbing my face firmly but being gentle at the same time, forcing me to look into his eyes

"Don't you dare say things like that. Don't say you're not good enough. You are good enough. You are a goddamn intelligent genius, you are so smart, you are the prettiest woman I have ever seen, and your body is...God..." He looks at my body from top to bottom, with a loving and somewhat lustful look, while he bites his lip and speaks again. "You have no idea what it makes me want to do with you everytime I see you, doll…"

I sigh, letting out a sob, while the tears continue to come out uncontrollably

"Why do I have the need to be perfect all the damn time? It's like… like there's a voice in my head that demands that I always be better now." I think I'm a mess and he keeps repeating my mistakes over and over again…" I let out a sob as my voice breaks, and Bucky strokes my back gently, trying to calm me down "And I can't even try to stop that voice and believe me I'd like to, believe me. But I can't…I feel…helpless"

Bucky just listens to you speak. Every word breaks his heart further. He can't understand why you believe those things. He holds you close to him again, one hand on the back of your head while the other strokes my back, his hand moving up and down, in a comforting, protective manner

"Darling..listen to me..you are not helpless, and you're not a mess, and you don't have to be perfect all the time. Don't listen to whatever that voice is telling you, darling, it´s not true, okay? you´re the most beautiful, talented, intelligent and capable woman I have ever met. and I love you, doll, I mean it. You are the best thing I have ever had, without you…without you I would not have been able to get up after everything that happened to me, you were with me and you helped me and supported me even in my worst moments, so, doll, I I'll help now…" Bucky says calmly, but you can tell he's serious, he gives your hand a light squeeze and smiles lovingly at you as he looks into your eyes.

"So darling, why don't we go take a relaxing bath while I prepare dinner and watch your favorite movies snuggled up on the couch?" He asks as he helps you up from the floor, and you walk towards the stairs to get to the bathroom. You smile at him, completely in love with him.

A couple of minutes later, you leave the bathroom, now calmer and wearing comfortable clothes, you head towards the living room silently, and there he is, juggling a couple of snacks, the TV control, tea and a couple of blankets to You, you realize how much trouble they took to arrange everything in the most beautiful way possible, the small table in front of the sofa has the pizza already cut in the middle, a couple of thin glasses with some wine already poured, and obviously, Alpine asleep on the couch. You smile and walk over to him to help him with the things.

"Hey" the soldier says with a small smile, once he sees you enter, you grab a couple of things and help him get everything perfect for movie night. And once everything is ready, he smiles at you again and leaves a small kiss on your temple, you both snuggle up on the couch and start eating and drinking while watching a Scary movie marathon.

An hour later, you had finished eating and were curled up on the couch with Alpine next to you. "How do you feel, doll?" your boyfriend asks softly, as he tilts his head a little to look at you and realize that you had fallen asleep in his arms, he smiles unconsciously like a teenager in love, and decides to take you to bed in his arms, after all, you were very tired after such a tiring day. Once in the room, Bucky changes his clothes and lies down behind you, snuggling up next to you again.

"Today was terrible, but you made this a beautiful moment, thank you for that my love, I love you" You murmur, still somewhat asleep. Bucky smiles and leaves a light kiss on your cheek, but not before whispering a small "You're the best, doll. I love you too" and with that, you both fall fast asleep.

HELLOOOOOOOOO

im bacckkkk. but no smut for today, today wass fluff 🤌🤌

i hope you guys liked itt and sorry if this was a bit different but I had something personal today, which made my mental health and self-esteem do this 📉📉 so i wrote this

[manikas-whims]

how Rafayel from Love and Deepspace will react when he finds out you're on your period..

You walked past the gallery at the Mo Art Studio and headed towards the second floor where this famous artist of your era, Rafayel resided.

He greeted you in his usual cheerful tone and proceeded to dish out the entire plan for your day out with him.

You would've focused a little. Even made sure to cross check the places he mentioned for any signs of recent Wanderer activity as you are supposed to guard him after all.

But your mind was slightly preoccupied by the shallow numbness and weariness you felt in your limbs. And if the wetness you felt between your legs was an indication of what you suspected it to be, then that would be truly mortifying.

Not simply because you hadn't brought any emergency supplies but also because of the company you were in. You couldn't even begin to imagine Rafayel’s mocking reaction. Or the words he'd say if—

The snap of a finger right before your eyes drew you out from your train of thoughts, and you looked up to find the very topic of your concern, better known as Rafayel. He was staring at you, brows narrowed in confusion.

“You okay, Miss Bodyguard?”

“Can I use your bathroom?” You blurted out.

His eyes narrowed even more but then he simply shrugged his shoulders, and gave you the directions.

[moments later]

You returned to the living room with the grim realization that sure enough, your period had arrived. Two days earlier at that!

“Uh...Rafayel, do you..happen to know any general stores nearby?”

He blinked. “What are you up to?”

“None of your business.”

“Wow. Rude much.”

You felt the numbness in your belly slowly turning into a full on cramp. You did not have the strength to bicker with him right now.

“Ugh! Just tell me where it is!”

“Not until you tell me why.” And he went on and on, babbling about how you were the one wasting both of their time by dragging this conversation for so long.

You clenched your fists, bit your bottom lip and inhaled deeply. Oh to hell with decency. To hell with embarassment. To hell with whatever else they said about keeping personal matters to oneself. To hell with it all!

“Because I'm on my fucking period and need some napkins!”

There! You did it, anger momentarily helping you forget about the ache in your limbs.

He asked and as such, now he was informed. Only his reaction was nothing like you had expected.

There were no hints of teasing. Not even a sign of mirth dancing in his pretty eyes.

If anything, his ears were now burning bright red. And so were his cheeks and well..his entire face.

Rafayel put a hand to his mouth to cover up the blush coating his face but it was already too late for that.

He took a moment to compose himself. Then spoke. “Why didn't you tell me yesterday?”

“Because, as I said earlier, it's none of your business!” You yelled. “And I didn't have periods until I arrived here!”

“Okay okay calm down.” He waved a palm wildly in front of you which irritated you further, coaxing you into slapping his hand away.

But before you could do so, he pointed towards the array of furniture lying in his living room. “Go take a seat.”

You rolled your eyes. “And stain your fancy couch? No thank you.”

“Ouch! Did someone ever tell you that you become meaner when you're on your—”

“I’m not mean! You just rile me up!”

“Right okay.” He patted your back and guided you to the couch. “I don't care about the stains. Just sit.”

You stared at him even as you followed his request and sat down.

“What?” He asked.

You scrunched your nose and narrowed your eyes in suspicion. “Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?”

His eye twitched upon hearing that. “Nonsense. I'm always nice.”

“No you aren't.”

He sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Right. Well, I've texted Thomas. He'll be here with your napkins and other necessities in no time.”

You frowned. “But there's no need. I can just go home if—”

“Nuh uh uh.” He wagged a finger in negation and shook his head. “You rest here for a while. Then I'll drop you off.”

He left before you could utter a word in protest.

And when he returned, he had a pair of clothes in his hands. Dark sweat pants and a baggy t-shirt.

“These should feel more comfortable. Go change.”

You wanted to protest but the dark pants did seem a far better option than the pink skirt you currently wore. Besides, if the skirt got a stain, it'll be hard to get rid-off, and might even ruin the fabric.

Huffing, you took the clothes– his clothes now that you realized– and went back to the bathroom.

Upon your return, you found him seated on the floor mat by the couch, peeling fruits and arranging them in a plate.

“Here.” He poked an apple with a fork and beckoned you to him.

You blinked. “Seriously who are you? And what did you do to the real Rafayel?”

He rolled his eyes. “Haha, very funny. Now come here and eat.”

You were still suspicious but sat down on the couch.

You tried taking the fork from his hand but he refused. “No. Open your mouth.”

You shook your head but decided to comply for once instead of bickering.

“See? That wasn't so hard.”

You chuckled. This reminded you of that one time he got admitted at a hospital, and you were the one who had to feed him.

You smiled as he fed you another apple.

“This is so unlike you.”

He pouted this time and looked directly into your eyes, frustration evident in his gaze. “Miss Bodyguard, you're always taking care of me. Entertaining all my whims. So just..for this once..let me return the favor.”

The earnest tone and his sparkling eyes made your cheeks slightly warmer. For a moment you stammered with your words. Then responded. “Alright then. I'm in your care.”

“Yeah yeah.” His demeanor changed immediately, and he was back to his usual teasing self as he winked you. “Just don't get used to it.”

Here's Rafayel’s version. HOPE YOU LIKED IT.

I'm not entirely confident about my portrayal of Raf but I hope it was alright and not too ooc.

Please let me know what you think. And if you'd like more such headcanons of Love and Deepspace boys.

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[ddejavvu]

mei!! congrats on 20k!! 'i just don't want anyone to know i've fallen for you.' - send me a request for a baby blurb! give me a character, and a plotline, and i'll write you a little fanfiction :) bradley bradshaw being so starstruck of his newborn caroline :)) him always staring at the baby being all :]] and every time she cries he stops whatever he drops and stops whatever he's doing immediately and be all D: and him being such a good house husband taking care of his wife after giving birth

join my 20K celebration!

'i just don't want anyone to know i've fallen for you.' - send me a request for a baby blurb! give me a character, and a plotline, and i'll write you a little fanfiction :)

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Bradley isn't easily broken away from Guys' Night. This week it's online, over headsets while he stations himself in front of the television with a controller in his hand. He's not the biggest fan of video games, but Hangman's challenged him, so he has to be the best.

You're happy to let him have time to himself, because it isn't easy to get that with a newborn baby. Bradley's gone above and beyond what you'd ever expected of him, volunteering for every feeding and scooping little Caroline up each time she cries. He'll always hand her over to you if you ask, but he's stuck to her like a magnet, so you're happy that he's getting a break to do something a little more fun than washing dirty onesies.

You're putting her in a fresh one now, the soiled one in the laundry pile. She doesn't like that she's not being coddled, already spoiled by her dad's insistence on holding her, and she starts to fuss while you're picking out her new outfit.

"Honey, it's okay," You croon, your wrist bent at an awkward angle as you rifle through a drawer of her onesies. You're looking for a specific print, but if she doesn't calm, you might have to go with the first one you can grab.

"It's alright," You promise her, watching her little face screw up, "No, honey, no tears, c'mon. You're okay, Mommy's here, you're-"

"Honey?" Bradley makes a rather unexpected appearance, headset still over his ears and mic angled downwards as he surveys the situation. Apparently he's heard her cries, and come running like a puppy on a leash.

"She's okay, Brad." You promise, finally finding the soft texture of the onesie you're searching for and dragging it out of the drawer, "Just fussy. You can go back to your game, sorry she scared you."

"S'okay," He shakes his head, taking the headset off and discarding it haphazardly on the dresser as he crosses the room to pick her up, "Daddy missed you, y'know? Holding a video game controller is so much worse than holding a baby. 'Specially when she's so cute," He gushes, leaning down to rub his nose to hers, which soothes her cries in an instant, "Huh, angel? Cutest baby in the world."

"That makes sense, though," Bradley hums, cradling her to his chest and angling his body towards you so that she looks the same way, "'Cause your mama's so beautiful, doesn't surprise me you are, too. Yeah," He sends you a dopey grin, turning back to Caroline to kiss her forehead, unphased as she drags a fistful of his shirt into her mouth. You hear a faint slew of sounds coming from Bradley's headset, and you reach for it, tentatively holding one of the pads to your ear. You're worried about what you might hear, considering all you've heard about video game talk among men, but all that greets you is whiny grown men.

"-fair! Rooster just gets to dip whenever he's dying, and go hold a baby?"

"I'd ditch this round, too, if I were him," Hangman drawls, "He knew he couldn't catch up with me."

"I dunno, Hangman. I'd rather go see my gorgeous wife and kid than beat your score," Payback quips, and you let out a fond chuckle for the man.

"Thanks, Reuben," You hum into the mic, and Bradley shares an amused grin with you over their antics.

"Hey, there she is! How's the baby?" Fanboy pipes up, and you wish you could show him her sleepy little face as she curls into Bradley's embrace.

"She's good! She's tired," You laugh, "Bradley might be occupied for a little while longer."

"All good," Javy promises, and you can hear the adoring grin in his voice, "And how's the mama?"

"I'm tired, too," You laugh, "Maybe I'll leave Caroline with Bradley and go take a nap myself."

"Go ahead, baby," Bradley nods, speaking at a low enough level that it doesn't bother Caroline where she's beginning to doze off on his chest, "I'll put the port-a-crib in the living room, 'n watch over her while I play. I'm sure she'll nap for a bit, she's probably tired since she missed her 10 o'clock nap."

"You sure?" You raise a concerned brow, "I was just teasing, Brad, I can take her."

"I'm sure," He waves off your worry, "Go nap, honey, you deserve it. I can handle her, I promise."

"I know you can," You smile at his insistence, "I just don't want to mess up Guys' Night."

"No, she could never mess it up," Bradley kisses Caroline's smooth forehead, "She'll just make it better, baby. I'll teach her to play."

"She'll eat your controller," You giggle, passing Bradley's headset back over to him and kissing your sleepy baby's chubby cheek, "Be good for Dada, okay? And go easy on Hangman, jellybean, I don't think he can handle being beaten by a baby."

[littleplantfreak]

For good luck

Two leaders leave their partners to go to battle - not without a token of their love though

or to put it less dramatically, you give Choji and Ume something for good luck before a fight (separately)

SFW anddddd no other warnings ig

Characters: Umemiya Hajime, Choji Tomiyama

Tomiyama Choji

You're holding two cards left in this UNO match and one happens to be a draw 4. Just as you're about to put in down on the pile, Togame walks into the room carrying Choji's jacket.

"Sorry to interrupt, but it's about time for that fight, Choji." He looks to you apologetically and your boyfriend looks at the clock on the wall.

"Uno," you place your second to last card down and he looks back to the pile.

"Again?" Choji whines drawing four into his now ten card pile. It isn't the first time this round you had him drawing stacks of cards. You think he might just be incredibly bad at the game given how often you win.

"When you get back, the color's green," you say faking grumpiness at the fact that he's leaving right before you secure victory.

"If I win can it be red?" he pouts and furrows his brow. It's his equivalent of puppy dog eyes that he pulls out at least once a day, so although he looks adorable, nose all scrunched in upset, you're used to this ploy. There is no mercy in UNO and he knows that.

"You know you're going to win, and no, it's green." His cheeks are puffed out like a hamster as he puts his jacket on, but his mood switches up and suddenly he's the trusted leader of Shishitoren, ready to lead his guys into their next brawl. He still silly and excited, your little lionheart, as he gets pumped up to fight, but he's a little more serious too. "Choji." Never one to want to interrupt when he's about to go all out, but knowing it wouldn't feel right to let him leave like this, you're standing, waiting for him to remember the small tradition you two began in the beginning of your relationship.

The first time you ever sent him off to a fight, you were so nervous even Choji could tell. He'd said you were really lucky, so if you squeezed him as hard as you could the luck would rub off on him like a charm. You weren't really lucky, but you knew he was practically unbeatable if what Togame told you was to be believed. It did also calm your nerves, so you elected to always send him off this way just in case.

"I almost forgot my hug!" He spins and runs into you, grabbing you in an embrace.

"Big squeeze!"

"Even bigger squeeeeze!" Stretching your words to prolong the hug, you both release the insanely tight holds you had on each other. He's out of the door before you can say anything else, Togame close behind.

Leaving the cards on the stage of the Ori you were playing on earlier, you decide to make a quick trip to the store for snacks. Surely they were gonna be hungry when they got back, right?

Umemiya Hajime

"I'll hold down the fort while you guys are gone," you say, not looking up from the song book. Your boyfriend is the last to leave after hearing there's a fight outside the Karaoke Bar on Keisei Street. Nakamura and his gang were surely already there taking care of whatever troublemakers showed up, but your Furin boys couldn't hear the word fight without running towards it.

"Babe," his voice is strained as he's ready to head out. "can you...y'know?"

"Can I what, Hajime?" You put on an unaffected act, but it's not one you can hold for long. He taps his cheek as he bends towards you, a little bashful now that you're actually looking his way. "What do I get in return for giving you all my hard-earned luck hm?"

"My everlasting love and affection princess," he says bending his knee in front of you in an equally regal display. He places a small kiss on your hand and sees you crack a smile despite your initial play of indifference.

"How could anyone pass up an offer like that," you giggle, giving your prince a good luck kiss on the corner of his mouth as by accident. "You'll get a full one after you're back and in one piece," a hint of warning in your voice as you send him off. You hate when he comes back hurt, even if he says it's not that bad and that you really should see the other guy. A heavy sigh leaves you as you're left alone for whatever amount of time it takes for your boys to return from battle.

Once they're back, more people than had initially left showed up. It seems some of the Roppo-ichiza group heard there was karaoke and decided to tag along dragging some new faces into the room, not that you mind. Umemiya pops in while everyone is saying their hellos and takes his seat next to you again.

"You're back from war huh?"

"Yes ma'am! Can I collect my kisses now?" He's extra clingy, feeling bad that he left you alone for even a short while.  You can see no one is really hurt from the fight save for a few bloody knuckles and swollen cheeks. Ume himself only has a small bruise on his jaw and small cuts on his hands. "Gotta heal you first," you say putting your lips to his knuckles, your intention to kiss every injury being made clearer the farther along you progress. What he doesn't know as you're distracting him is that you've queue'd up 'baby shark' on the karaoke tablet about 20 times as payback for leaving you by yourself.

[musamora]

— 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 .ᐟ · 𝔬𝔰𝔞𝔪𝔲 𝔡𝔞𝔷𝔞𝔦 ༉‧₊˚

𝖘𝖚𝖇𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖞𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖘 ⇢ "I have an idea maybe a old bookstore date with Dazai would be so cool :D"

𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙. f!reader. tooth-rotting fluff. established relationships. forehead kisses, teasing, quiant bookstores cuddling, romance. dazai is a menace to society, but secretly soft. not proofread. 1.4k+ words.

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊. this was the request i accidentally misread in this post. so sorry! it's been months since this was placed in my inbox, but i haven't been able to get around to requests in a while. thank you for patiently waiting, and i hope you enjoy! ٩(^ᗜ^ )و

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𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘. an earthy aroma permeated through the air, a collection of different smells gathered from every page and cover as the warmth of the room clashed with a battering from a faltering AC unit that kicked on and off.

OR you drag your boyfriend into a bookstore, and shenanigans ensue.

The devilish brunette dared to chuckle under his breath, head held high as he paraded you down the street, hand-in-hand. For someone who had been the brunt of a heavy lecture by the agency's resident stickler, he was in a delightful mood. Not that Kunikida's scolding had ever been able to properly put Dazai in his place.

You had entered the office after an extended morning mission, only to be dragged out again; the only clue to your sudden kidnapping was the twitch of Kunikida's brow as you were flung out the door, clueless to the occurrences that had occurred moments prior. When questioning Dazai about it, he simply met your inquiries with a cat-like grin.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

You deadpanned at his obvious avoidance of the question, though quickly relented to his schemes. If there was one thing anyone knew about Osamu Dazai, it was that he always got his way, one way or another. And it was rare to have any time off, so you decided not to think about whatever strings he pulled and enjoy your time together.

You scrolled through the map on your phone, lips pursed. "Has anything new opened recently?"

"You know, we could just—"

"And no," you cut him off, striking him with your eyes. "We are not jumping off another bridge. You remember what happened the last time you decided to test gravity?"

He pouted, bottom lip jutting out. "It's not my fault. The bridge was higher than it looked."

You rolled your eyes. Dazai was such a man-child sometimes.

He perked up, his eyes sparkling. "What about that ramen shop down the road?"

"No," you grimaced, nose shriveling. "They have flies."

"The bar on the corner?"

You shook your head. "Too many rowdy guys."

He whined, flailing his arms into the air. "I give up! Just tell me—"

Only to realize that you were no longer walking beside him. He paused, staring at the empty space before his eyes dotted back. You had stopped before a window, eyes wandering across the inside of what he had surmised to be an old bookstore. He froze as you glanced up at him—he knew that look.

"No, no, no!"

RING!

He cried out for anyone to help as he was dragged inside, acting more like a toddler than a loving boyfriend as he clawed at the doorframe, only to be pulled in inevitably. The older woman at the register stared incredulously at your odd behavior, though you had long become accustomed to the stares you received in public with Dazai.

"I don't wanna go!"

"Calm down!" You pushed him into a chair in the corner with every ounce of strength. "Stay right here. I'll only be a minute."

He groaned, flopping back into the chair with a brilliance only someone in theater could muster, legs swinging over the arms of the chair as he continued to gripe to himself. You hid your laughter behind your palm, lest you incur his infantile wrath, walking into the next aisle.

He didn't want to admit that this store was quite lovely. An earthy aroma permeated through the air, a collection of different smells gathered from every page and cover as the warmth of the room clashed with a battering from a faltering AC unit that kicked on and off. And it was tranquil, not eerily so, but a stark contrast from the loud traffic outside, especially since no one else was around. It was a quaint little store that was an obvious magnet for little bookworms like yourself.

As the seconds flew by, Dazai tapped his foot to the beat of an ancient cuckoo clock that stared at him from the wall. Minutes passed, his head lolling back against the head of the chair, breath pacing to a slow point.

CUCKOO!

He had no time to brace himself, startling as he tumbled out of the chair with a thud. His groans were the accompanying chorus to the clock, which he stared at in scorn. Damn. It had already been forty minutes. What were you doing? Even through the tinted windows of the store, it was clear that the sun had begun its descent in between surrounding buildings.

He pulled himself from the uncomfortable floor and started his search, but it didn't take any time at all to find you.

"There she is."

He was about to call out, but his complaint became lodged in his throat. Instead, he hid in the next aisle, peeking between the cracks of another bookshelf. It seemed that you hadn't noticed time had passed at all, eyes glued onto the page of the book cradled in your hands. In fact, several other books were stacked next to you on the floor, awaiting your watchful eyes. Your expression could only be described as a kiss upon a cloud, fingers nestling the pages of the book with such care, eyes scanning every word as you intended to soak the story in.

A part of him felt jealous. How could an inanimate object take up so much of your time? Time that was supposed to be focused on him! But there was another part of him; he couldn't quite place it.

You finally spotted him as he rounded the corner, sparing a glance at one of the clocks as the realization struck you, turning back with a crooked smile.

"Sorry. I lost track of time."

"Here." His fingers braced against your shoulders, carefully prying your aching back from the unforgiving bookshelves as he settled in behind you, much to your surprise. "That's better."

"D-Dazai, what're you—?"

"So, what's this one about?" His arms slung around your waist, practically a second nature for him as he enfolded you in a koala-like embrace, your back snug against his chest.

You only blinked, and a knowing smirk grew on his lips. "Use your words, love."

You sputtered, slapping his arm with the book before managing to settle yourself, stifling the heat that threatened to take over your whole body.

"It's a romance novel."

He raised a brow. "Romance?" He chuckled, and you did not want to address the way the low timber of his voice made your limbs turn to mush. "While I am an expert in the field, I would love to hear what seems to strike your particular fancy."

But you met him with hesitation. "Are you sure?"

"What?" he cooed, his nose nuzzling into your neck, the warmth of his breath prickling your skin as he laid down a path of kisses along your throat. "Is it so hard to believe I want to hear your beautiful voice?"

You resisted the urge to squirm away but sighed, looking down at the page. It would be nice to read to someone, would it be?

He barely paid attention to your narration of the book itself, occupying his thoughts as he toyed with strands of your baby hairs between his fingers, his ears picking up the shift of your tone, mellifluous in nature. He hadn't processed precisely what you were saying, but he couldn't help but be enraptured in the rise and fall of your voice, filled with emotion as the story rose to a peak. Neither of you had paid attention to the kisses that he littered across the crown of your head, the motion only settling the butterflies in your stomach to sleep.

As the clock ticked forward, your words began to haze, slurring together as you crawled toward the final page.

CUCKOO!

This time, no one was startled by the intrusive sound. The sun had set into the horizon, leaving you within the glow of faded lamps and flickering lights; the book slumped over in your lap as your breath drew deeper, eyes fluttering closed. Dazai smiled, no mockery or tease, careful not to wake you as he lifted you bridal-style. He was surprised you didn't stir, not once, even while he half-hazardly managed to pay for the book with his spare cash. The woman at the counter was even nice enough to take a few dollars off, too distracted with cooing at your sleeping form.

His little charmer, even while asleep. Awfully cute.

RING!

"Osamu," you mumbled, voice lethargic as the bell and brisk air stirred you from your slumber. The incessant tease shushed you, kissing your forehead with a smile.

"Shh. Rest, love."

And he walked on into the night. Another satisfying date under your belt, if slightly unconventional. But he wouldn't have spent his day any other way. It was worth the lecture.

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[huckleberrykai]

hueningkai ~ can't keep my hands to myself

pairing: kai x fem!reader summary: your first time with your sweet boyfriend who can't help but think about your pretty hands genre: soft smut + fluff ! warnings: 18+ only!!, fem-bodied reader, pet names (lots of princess i'm sorry i'm weak), lowkey perv kai, cumming in his pants lol, body worship kinda, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected (don't do this lol !), creampie, lots of boob lovin' notes: this is my first attempt at writing smut i still dk if im gonna post it but if ur seeing this heyyyy i did it, i got a bit carried away but damn i want him so bad (update: i'm posting it it's been sat here for like a month lolz) word count: 2.6k (oops) click here for my masterlist!

dating kai was just about the best experience you'd ever had.

sure you were still in the early stages of your relationship - the honeymoon phase as some would put it - but the two of you just clicked so well. he was funny, sweet, tall, and absolutely the most gorgeous man you could have fallen for.

he thought the same about you too. he couldn't believe he found someone so close to perfect as you. he knew nobody was truly perfect, and you had to have flaws, but it was three months down the line and he still couldn't pick out anything that truly bothered him.

your voice soothed him, your words calmed him, your smile made his heart light up like you were his personal sunshine, and your hands... well he had a lot of thoughts about your hands.

it's no secret kai is a touchy person. even before you started dating he'd always be holding your hands or asking you to massage him or run your pretty fingers through his hair. you'd always be happy to oblige, touching him made you just as happy as it did him ~ but over time kai's thoughts began to wander.

he wondered what your hands would look like caressing your beautiful body, or how your nose would scrunch up as your fingers wandered down to play with yourself in the dead hours of the night. he wondered what marks your perfect manicure would make on his back after a night of ravaging you until your legs didn't work. his favourite thought was what you'd look like on your knees in front of him, pretty little hands pumping his thick cock until he'd cum on your tongue ~ all needy for him and his load <3

the amount of time he spent jerking off to the thought of you was far more than he'd like to admit. sometimes he'd even scroll down your instagram to find his favourite pictures to look at while thinking about his naughty fantasies. in a few of them, you'd be wearing a shirt that was a little more low cut than you usually wore, or maybe it would be the ones with you in your favourite miniskirt, your pretty thighs all on display for him. god, he wished he could be buried between them. his face, his fingers, his cock ~ he'd give you whatever you asked for.

the furthest you'd ever gone was grinding on his lap while you made out. he was addicted to the taste of your tongue, and when you started pushing down on his already embarrassingly hard erection... well... the poor boy just couldn't help it.

"ah-"

before he knew it he'd made a mess of himself, and you'd barely even done anything. "are you okay?" you asked, worry crossing your features as you looked at him completely oblivious. he looked panicked, not to mention bright red.

"y- ahem- yes... i uh- i should go actually, i think i have a meeting i forgot about! yeah! it's um... super important! but i'll call you okay? love you! bye!"

he definitely left you confused when he ran out of your apartment, but you didn't question it. either he just got too excited and panicked, or he really did have a meeting to attend. either way, you didn't mind, but he really left you high and dry ~ unbeknownst to you he was running home to clean up the mess you'd made of him, and in thinking about it he made an even bigger mess in the shower >.<

although, the next time you were in such a situation, you weren't letting him go so easy ~

"Y/N..." he whimpered as you kissed his neck, careful not to make too many marks - as much as you wanted to, he did have a strict job after all.

you started slowly grinding down on him as you sat on his lap on the couch, careful not to push him too far too soon. "hueningie," you whispered into his neck, lips not quite leaving his skin. you felt the movement in his throat when he gulped, hands squeezing your hips.

"do-," you cleared your throat, feeling nervous, "do you want to go further baby?" you asked.

cue windows startup sound

you lifted yourself to meet his eyes, and the look on his face was a sight to behold. his plush lips were swollen and shiny from your messy kisses, and his face, sculpted by the gods, had a pink hue. his big eyes were glazed over, but wide and excited as he nodded, "mm, please," his big hands came up to toy with your bra strap that peeked out of the neckline of your kai's oversized shirt. "want you so bad, please let me make you feel good princess, 'm dying to touch you."

"then touch me ~"

that was all he needed to hear before scooping you up by your ass and carrying you to your bedroom. after he plopped you down in the centre of your bed ungracefully, he ripped his shirt off as if he had 30 minutes left to live. you were living for horny kai though - and he'd be blind if he thought you didn't want him as much as he wanted you.

you took off your own shirt and laid back as he hovered over you, pushing his lips to yours in a messy but magical kiss. he still seemed shy ~ but his instincts and need to fuck you overrode all of that.

"can i touch you here?" he'd whisper as his hands grazed your breasts. lost in his kisses and gentle touches, all you could do was nod. "baby, use your words. i want to know that you want this ~" he'd tease, but still with a serious undertone. "yes, please," you breathed out. "you can touch me wherever you want."

god, he needed to pinch himself.

you sat up a little to unhook your bra, then laid back under him. it didn't even take him a second to reach out and pull your cute lingerie away and his eyes blew wide with lust when your cute hands he spend so long dreaming about landed on your breasts.

kai was a boob man through and through, and the sight of you underneath him in only your favourite miniskirt and panties playing with your pretty tits for him drove him insane. as much as it pained him, he pushed your hands away from your chest and took it upon himself to play with the soft pillows. he hoped you'd let him cum on them someday ~ but for now, he'd settle with covering them with his saliva as he licked and sucked on your sensitive nipples.

"ah, kai..." you moaned out. "fuck, kai, please... touch me."

he pulled his mouth away and looked into your eyes. fuck, he could look at you like this all day. "where beautiful?" he teased. he knew exactly where you wanted him, and god did he want to be there too, but he had all day ~ why not tease you a bit?

"mngh, kai please!" you whined. "just fuck me already... wanted you for so long..." a smirk grew on his face when it dawned on him that maybe you'd been after this for a long time too.

"oh yea?" his hands trailed down your body to your waist, just above your skirt. "do you think about me touching you like this?" he asked. you nodded frantically, clawing at the zip of you skirt to get it off. "no no baby, leave it on. wanna fuck you in your pretty skirt ~"

"o-okay."

he'd made you into a mess already ~ oh how the tables turn.

"do you touch yourself when you think about me?" he asked. he flipped up your skirt slowly and played with the hem of your underwear while you strangled out a reply.

"always." you confessed honestly. "always thinking about your broad shoulders and big fingers, 'm wishing you'd shove them in my cunt."

his breath hitched and his confident persona broke down with each word you said - he thought you were so hot right now.

"good girl."

he leaned forward to kiss the shell of your ear and whisper gently while he circled the pad of his thumb over your clit through your panties, earning him a moan into his shoulder as you bit down on it gently. "i think about you too princess, always thinkin' 'bout your pretty hands, what they'd look like around my cock."

you whined as he pressed harder, "more, more please kai- ah!" the second you asked for more, he moved his fingers from your sticky panties and pushed them to the side, running two fingers up and down your soaked folds. "fuck baby, you're soaked..."

he moved himself back again to get a good look at you and pull your underwear off all the way. a thin string of arousal connected you to your panties as he pulled the fabric away from your pretty cunt. he looked like his birthday had come early with the look on his face. he was enamoured by you, and all the nights he spent with his hands on his dick wondering what you'd look like under your cute exterior could never have prepared him for how inviting your pussy looked.

he was pulled out of his daze with your snarky remark, "staring is rude y'know?"

"sorry princess," he apologised. "your body is beautiful, 'want you to know how much i love you..." he came close again, pressing his lips to yours and slipping his tongue between your lips. "so perfect.. all of you" he muttered into the kiss, making you weak in the knees. "mm, love you too ka- oh fuck!"

he nudged your legs apart with one hand and slipped 2 fingers into your sopping-wet hole, moving to scatter little kisses all over your neck, making sure to leave no spot untouched. "ngh kai, ah fingers... so good... shit," you mumbled out some incoherent praises as he thrusted them into you, compliments going straight to both his ego and his dick. he added another finger, then another until you were almost falling apart in front of him. your moans were like music to his ears, and boy did he love music. the straining of his sweatpants was getting harder to ignore as he continued, and he wanted so badly to nestle his cock in your sweet little pussy instead of his fingers.

so he pulled his fingers out of you, causing a whine of complaint to leave your pretty, swollen lips. "w-wha? why did you stop?" you lolled your head on the pillow, looking away from him in annoyance.

kai didn't answer, too busy licking his fingers clean and then trying to push his sweatpants and boxers off. fuck, he definitely needed to eat you out later. "y' taste so good princess, think you can take my cock?" he asked smugly. you lazily moved your eyes to look at him and take in the sight of his gorgeous cock.

he was big.

you watched as precum dripped down the side and he pumped himself a few times to smear it around.

"fuck... yeah i can take it," you replied unconvincingly. "you sure?" his facade dropped - he really didn't want to hurt you, and wouldn't do anything unless you were 100% sure you wanted it. you reached out to grab his hand and nodded. "please kai... need you inside me."

he squeezed your hand back in response and leaned over you once more, rubbing the tip of his dick against your folds. he pushed the tip in slightly and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "if it hurts, tell me and i'll stop or slow down okay? i don't want to hurt you."

your heart fluttered at his caring words. that familiar butterfly feeling was everywhere; in your tummy, in your heart, and especially in your pussy as kai pushed himself in slowly. he moved in to kiss you and eagerly swallowed every moan you released like it was the only thing keeping him alive. with another whine from the both of you, kai bottomed out and pulled away from your mouth to kiss your chest again. the hand that wasn't holding yours found it's way to your nipple - pressing and rolling the bud as he sucked on the other one. he moaned against your chest as your gummy walls clenched around him at the stimulation.

"please- ah, kai please move."

he didn't need to be told twice. slowly he set a steady pace, working you up as he built up speed.

"ah, Y/N" he whined. his moans and whines where heavenly. "so pretty for me baby, so so good," his thrusts quickened. with how wet and warm you were and your soft tits in his hand, he wasn't gonna last long. sadly, he pulled his hand away from your boob to trail it down to your clit, rubbing quick circles as he fucked you so good ~

"kai! fuck kai.. m' gonna cum- AH fuck right there just, ah!"

he watched you face as you fell apart on him, just as drunk on the smell of sex and overwhelming stimulation as he was.

"that's it princess, cum for me.. shit, m' gonna- fuck, can i.. ah- inside? please?" you nodded hastily with a squeeze of his hand, your orgasm washing over you intensely as he kept thrusting.

he didn't mean to.. manhandle you, but as you were mid-orgasm, he sat back and grabbed the underside of your thighs - lifting your legs and pushing your knees up to your chest so he had the best view of your puffy cunt and cute tits bouncing as he thrusted quicker and harder to chase his release. you whined again - partly at the overstimulation of his cock pumping you full and partly at him moving you and using you however he liked. it was hot. you were a mess, skirt bunched up around your waist, face fucked out and laid bare all for him <3

"that's it, fuck, you're so perfect for me. like your pretty pussy was custom made just for me, huggin' me so well... all mine right? fuck, baby."

a few seconds later you felt him finish inside you, filling you to the brim with his warm seed that he's wanted to cover you in for months. his grip on your thighs loosened, leaving red handprints behind in reminder of his love as you legs flopped back down. he couldn't help but be mesmerised as he watched his cum drip out of your used hole. he'd watch this all day if he could - filling you up over and over again just to watch you drip with his love.

"what'd i tell you about staring, handsome?"

he giggled, plopping down next to you and pulling you into his arms. "you're so beautiful, i love you so much, thank you for sharing that with me," he mumbled into your hair. you later learned that this would be a regular occurrence, hyuka got so clingy and cuddly after sex ~ not that you'd ever complain.

"i love you too kai."

you pressed a kiss into his hair and let him float kisses around your chest softly. he kept one arm around your back and let the other one wander back up to your breasts, massaging the bite marks he'd left behind. "so so perfect, how did i get so lucky?" he looked up at you again, that boyish sparkly glint in his eye that just screamed 'i'm so in love with you'.

"come on, we should shower. we can shower together if you like?" you offered, finally feeling the layer of sweat and saliva on various parts of your body, not to mention the cum drying on your thighs, almost definitely spilling onto your crumpled skirt.

"mmm," he hummed, his face now resting in your boobs, "gimme 5 more minutes, wanna cuddle."

~ and how could you say no?

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[forasecondtherewedwon]

Guess who's back? Back again. With more Buck/Bucky from Masters of The Air 'cause it's Monday and work's trying to murder my will to live. Prompt is #33. The feel of fingertips trailing over a bare shoulder blade with a bonus #63. Indigo skies just before dawn, if that is useful in any way. Do with them as you please, I'll quietly sit here and watch you work your magic. Thank you as always for these.

Thank you for this!! As you know, I was NOT expecting the 1000-word fic this turned into, but here you go lol I hope these extra-soft vibes counteract any terrible work ones!

coming in clear

Fandom: Masters of the Air Pairing: Gale "Buck" Cleven x John "Bucky" Egan Rating: T Word Count: 1025

Summary: When Buck uses his bunk to hide the new radio, Bucky offers him a different place to sleep.

The first night after Buck had built the radio, Bucky woke up and rolled over to see his best friend sitting there in the dark.

“What you doing?” he mumbled.

His eyes were only half open, but he kept them trained on Buck’s shape until it grew more distinct. He was sitting where he’d been before, leaning against the wall next to the window. That wall would be freezing, especially this time of night—whatever time of night it was. Late enough that Bucky could hear quiet, heavy breathing from the racks above and below his own.

“Was scared I’d roll on the radio,” Buck explained, giving a shrug that was only the faintest rise and fall beneath the bulk of his scarf and coat.

Bucky closed one eye and dug his knuckle into the socket, trying to evict the sleep threatening to drag both his eyelids back down.

They hadn’t figured out a place for the new radio yet. After their old hidey-hole in the table leg had been discovered, they knew the next spot they chose would need to be damn near undetectable. Just for one night, they’d agreed on Buck’s plan to sleep with the thing in his bunk.

“Lie on your back and put it…” Bucky interrupted himself with a massive yawn that left his eyes watery. “…on your chest.”

“It’s cold.”

“Put it between your knees.”

“It’s cold. Last thing I need to do is shift in my sleep and freeze the damn thing to my balls.”

Bucky smiled sleepily at Buck’s annoyance.

“I don’t know why you’re smiling like that,” Buck complained.

“You’re cranky. You’re funny when you’re cranky.”

“I’m cranky because I haven’t slept.” Buck scraped a hand through his hair.

Bucky had a solution for that. He swung his arm loose and slapped the wooden side of his bunk. He slapped it a second time, not so hard, after he heard rustling from the bunk below.

“Get in with me,” he whispered.

“There’s more room in a tin of sardines.”

“I can squish up real small.”

He heard Buck’s breathy laugh.

“Yeah, I bet.”

“C’mon, just try.”

With a reluctance Bucky would’ve accused Buck of faking if he’d been more awake, Buck rose from his seat and shook off his heavy coat, slinging it up onto the radio-free end of his own bunk. Buck peered at him in the dimness that was passing from pitch-black into indigo. He didn’t look at the window. He didn’t want to know how much night remained. He just watched Buck unwind the thick scarf, watched him unbutton his shirt, watched him stoop to remove his boots, then peel his undershirt off at the last second before he shuffled over to Bucky’s rack. Bucky wriggled towards the wall, angling his body so he didn’t knock his shelf. He patted the narrow space beside him in invitation. Buck took hold of the wooden frame, pulling himself up and into the bunk.

They were nose to nose, but Bucky ignored that, trying to wrap Buck into the rough wool blanket so they could share heat.

“You think we would’ve gone camping if we’d met as kids?” Bucky asked as he stuffed the edge of the blanket under Buck’s shoulder.

Buck’s expression went really fond and calm.

“Yeah, I think we would’ve.”

Bucky nodded and swallowed; he’d realized his arm might not be coming back. If he drew it towards his chest again, he’d probably yank the blanket out from under Buck. He was stuck, arm hovering over his friend, not quite holding him. It was stupid—it was war. They should share resources. He clenched his jaw and lowered his arm until it rested around Buck.

He didn’t need light to be able to tell how Buck’s eyelashes flickered at the contact. Their faces were close. Real close. Buck’s lashes were a dark feathering Bucky wanted to feel on his fingertips. He felt hot air leave Buck’s parted lips and puff against his cheek. He cleared his sleep-thickened throat.

“You warm enough?”

“Getting there.”

Tentatively, Bucky tensed his arm, definitely hugging Buck against him now. And Buck moved into it. The heat. Bucky started to feel bad that he was still wearing his shirt. It wouldn’t have been about the sensation of Buck’s bare chest pressed to his, it would’ve been about… no. Fuck. He wanted to feel it. He wanted to carry the memory into the morning, the afternoon, the evening, and all the rest of the days of this war. He wanted to remember what it was like when neither of them had yet stood at the animal trough-like sink to get their pitiful daily wash with a grimy shard of soap, he wanted Buck’s unclean skin. He wanted to inhale and know what they smelled like together, even as Buck gradually took on the scent of his bed, his blanket, his skin.

He hadn’t minded Buck’s prodding elbow—he had his arms folded between them—but as they got warm, as they did a flirtatious back-and-forth dance with sleep, Buck freed an arm, stretched until his elbow cracked, and then settled it around Bucky’s waist.

“Sleep, John,” he muttered, because, somehow, he knew Bucky wasn’t.

Bucky had his palm pressed to Buck’s back, fingers spread so he was practically clutching him close. He forced himself to relax his grip. He adjusted his head on his half of the pillow. They eased into one another. Buck’s knees got a little bend to them and, even though they were facing each other, Bucky managed to accommodate them, sliding his own legs until the limbs might’ve all belonged to one person, they arranged so naturally. It felt natural, too, to allow his touch to skim across Buck’s back. He traced over vertebrae like a car cresting hills on a Sunday drive. He stroked Buck’s shoulder blade and gripped so his fingers fit into the valleys between Buck’s ribs. Buck’s breathing turned steady and deep. Stealthy as a robber, Bucky crept his hand all across Buck’s skin, marvelling, as he plummeted into unconsciousness, at the delicacy of this assemblage of parts.

Like a homemade radio.

[xamaxenta]

I've got a shitty, evil cold and I want Ace like that, he gets to suffer along with me. (Includes regular cold stuff if coughing, runny nose, sore throat)

Ace is going through a day and not thinking the little cough he has matters enough to visit med bag, he probably just hasn't drank enough. At dinner, he tries both ale and water at dinner and it's not perfect, but he does feel a bit better and decides not to pay it any mind when he climbs into bed and passes out.

Marco comes to bed later, late evenings in the med bay you know, and notices that Ace is tossing and turning but he calms down when Marco runs a hand up and down his arm, and he chalks that up to a nightmare. He quickly gets undressed and tucks himself in near Ace, hoping his heat will get rid of any vestiges of a nightmare left.

Ace wakes up the next morning with a sore, scratchy throat, an annoying cough, and a desperate need to blow his nose. He stumbles to the bathroom, slightly lightheaded in a way he normally isn't, and blows his nose in what could only be called a honk.

Brain still trying to catch up with this whatever-the-fuck, he tries to breath deeply and ends up jumping straight into a cough fit, each exhalation tearing at his throat.

Ace moans, tired, tired, tired down to his bones despite just waking up. Swiping at his nose again, he goes back to the bed and chugs the red cup of water Marco must've brought for him.

He attempts to curl back into Marco's chest, but that makes one nostril all plugged. The other side does the same thing and Ace grumbles, moving to his back. There's little solace there, but better than the first two options, so he props himself up a little and falls back into an uneasy sleep.

Marco wakes up to Ace in the middle of a coughing fit, the bed jostling from the intensity. He's a little confused but mostly concerned, and starts rubbing soothing circles on Ace's back, using a bit of his flames to ease his partner's pain.

"Are you good?" Marco asks, surprised when he gets an armful of messy, sniffling, whining Ace instead of an immediate answer.

"I'm dying, Marco. Put me out of my misery, please."

Petting at black hair, Marco shakes his head. "No thanks. I'll get you some medicine instead and something soft to eat from Thatch, how does that sound?"

Ace whines again. "Can't you just use your flames on me? Pleeease. I feel awful."

"They don't work as well with colds, it's not like an easy to find and stabilize wound. I'll use a little bit and go get the food, okay."

Nodding forlornly, Ace lays back on his pillow. Chuckling internally at how cute his sickly Fire is, Marco taps Ace to sit up a little and tucks his own pillow underneath Ace's. Ace gives a small smile and Marco leans over to press a kiss to his forehead, letting blue flames dance over his lips and enjoying the soft sigh from below.

"Thank you Mar," Ace whispers, grey eyes fluttering shut, his breath slowing to an slightly more even cadence. Marco ran his hand through Ace's hair one last time before tugging on his shirt and going to fulfill his promise.

HIS SICKLY FIRE aawawawhdowyrowhr this is so. Cute sO cute

U know im always weak for how domestic and in love you make Marco and Ace, like its their best phase of their relationship just past the honeymoon part and its the utmost trusting phase? Like when theyre fully settled into their relationship as partners its really lovely

Ive only just beaten my sickness from three weeks ago so i hope you feel better soon Angel 🥺💕

[mad4turtles]

brave when I have to be (pt 2)

a ROTTMNT future!fic

[PART 1 HERE]

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Casey is going to die.

Physically, he's no worse for wear. His broken hand is an easy fix between Master Mikey's healing hands and the sling Aunt April fashions to keep it steady against his chest, the cuts he received from Subprime's claws are all stitched up, and the bruises will eventually fade with some ice. 

Mentally, emotionally and spiritually? Casey can feel the noose around his neck, tense and tight as the silence chokes the med bay.

Master Leonardo hasn't said a word. He'd tended to Casey's minor lacerations, but his face was hard and cold. He didn't look Casey in the eye once. And Casey's too afraid to try, so he keeps his head down and doesn't talk. It won't do much to prevent his death, but it might quicken the blow. 

Leonardo puts the equipment away, carefully rolling up the unused bandages and throwing out the bloody tissues. Michelangelo takes Casey's uninjured hand and holds it tight. April is typing something on Uncle Tello's Genius Built vambrace, probably checking in on the soft shell. 

Thinking of how badly his hands shook as he fought for control makes Casey's eyes burn with shame.

Sensei snaps the first-aid box shut and straightens, facing the wall. “Commander.”

Everyone jumps. Aunt April sets her jaw and steps forward. “Sir.”

“Take Casey to my quarters. I'll finish up here. Michelangelo, help Don. It's been over ten minutes, and he hasn't calmed down. He might need assistance.”

Twin senses are something else, Casey thinks in awe.

But Uncle Mikey frowns at Sensei's shell. “Leo—”

“Michael. Go. Help. Don.”

Uncle Mikey's frown deepens, but he lets Casey go with a final hair ruffe before floating off the ground and through the door. Aunt April gives Sensei's shell a look before helping the boy off the bed and herding him out of the med bay with an arm around his shoulders. 

Her grip is tight but not restraining. He could run for it right now. He wouldn't get far, but he could try.

But the look on April's face has him leaning against her instead. He needs it about as much as she does.

They reach Sensei's room—back where it all started—and Casey sits on the bed. It's huge, just like Sensei, and soft as far as old mattresses go with limited resources. 

April rolls her neck and shoulders with a long sigh, hands on her hips. “Damn,” she says with feeling. “What a freakin' day.” 

She looks at Casey, frowning sternly, and the boy wilts under her gaze. She's always been fierce, fearless and wild as his mother, but she's never lost her temper the way she did. Even now, all shades of angry and frightened, her stare doesn't burn through him, but still blisters the skin. 

“Your Sensei's prolly gonna give you hell when he gets here,” she says, “but I'mma give you my two cents real quick. If you ever pull that shit again while I live and breathe, I will slap the caps off your knees.”

Casey believes her. He's seen her do it. “Yes, ma'am,” he squeaks.

April nods. “Good.” Then she leans down to squeeze Casey in a hug. Eyes watering, Casey returns it as best he can with one arm, burying his nose into her shoulder. 

She kisses his cheek. “Love you, baby.”

Casey sniffs. “Love you, too.”

There's a knock at the door, ending the moment swiftly and cruelly as April lets go and straightens. She claps him firmly on the shoulder with a smile that sits like a grimace and says, “Good luck.”

Gee, thanks. I'll write that on my tombstone.

Sensei walks into the room, big and imposing in ways Casey only ever saw in the aftermath of battle. April leaves Casey and gives Sensei a long look on her way past him. There's a conversation in their eyes Casey isn't privy to, a connection a lifetime in the making beyond anything Casey will ever know. 

Whatever April says has Sensei sighing, shoulders drooping. April briefly squeezes his left hand and leaves the room. Sensei shuts the door behind her, and then it's just them. 

Sensei's metal hand clenches the handle tight for a minute. Shoulders climbing to his ears, Casey bites his lip.

Then Sensei faces him, the frown as deep as it was in the med bay but not as cold. He crosses the short distance until he's looming over Casey, folding his arms. 

Casey has never felt so small.

“I don't think it needs to be said, but I'll say it anyway,” Sensei says lowly. “Casey, I am very disappointed in you.”

He isn't yelling, but this feels ten times worse. Casey ducks his head, staring hard at his lap. “I know.”

“See, I don't think you do. You—Jesus, Casey, you could've been killed today!” Sensei's voice climbs as the anger spikes, frustration drawing a hiss from his chest as he pinches the bridge of his snout. “You deliberately disobeyed me! And what's worse, you could've jeopardized the whole team! They had no idea you were there or that you left! What if you blew their cover by sneaking off? What if Subprime called for reinforcements while he hunted you down?! Did you even have a plan? Do you have any idea what you could've done?!”

Casey's eyes fill up and spill over his cheeks. 

“I'm sorry,” he hiccups because his body enjoys betraying him today, making him look and act like the baby they all see him as. At this point, though, he probably deserves it. 

“I just—I just wanted to help. I-I thought I could be a s-scout, spot the danger before it got too close. I didn't mean to get caught. I didn't mean to make trouble or—or hurt Uncle Tello or make you mad.” He scrubs his good arm over his face and only makes more of a mess as he sniffles hard. “'m so sorry, Sensei.”

He can barely see through the tears but watches the fight drain out of the slider. The fire dies, and Sensei sighs long and heavy. He sits on the bed next to Casey, rubbing his left hand over his face wearily. For a moment, he says nothing, Casey's sniffles filling the silence.

“... Casey,” he says softly, still retaining some of that earlier sternness. “I'm... I'm mad, don't get me wrong. Like, I'm freaking livid at what you did. But I don't want to be mad at you because I know you. You wouldn't have done this unless you thought you had a damn good reason. Am I right?”

Hesitantly, Casey nods.

“Thought so. So... Help me understand. Why did you go up there? Did you feel like you had to?”

Casey swallows a sob and nods again. 

Sensei nods back. “Okay. Why?”

“'Cos—“ Casey's voice breaks. He tries again. “'Cos I wanted to show you I was... good enough, y'know? That I'm brave enough, s-strong enough to help everyone up there. To help you so you don't get—get hurt again.”

He tries not to look at the gleaming metal arm and fails. 

Sensei hisses a curse and leans back on the bed. “Knew it,” he mutters. “Freaking Tello, stop being right all the time.” 

He turns back to Casey. Understanding gleams in aged golden eyes. “That's why you were so hell-bent on going up this morning. You want to protect me.”

Finally. 

Casey's eyes fill up again. “Y-Yes. I was just trying—I only wanted to help, Sensei, I promise! Y-You came back but—but you almost didn't, y-you nearly died and—and I can't lose you, too, Sensei, I can't—!”

“Oh, buddy.” 

Sensei—no—Uncle Leo pulls Casey to his chest, pressing his beak into his wild black hair, holding tight, the ever-steady rock for Casey to cling to as he falls apart. “Shh, Casey, it's okay. You're okay, just breathe. Easy, hijo, easy. I'm here. I've got you.”

And with that, Casey gathers all the fear, frustration, anxiety, love and grief of the day and sobs his heart out. Uncle Leo churrs, a soothing rumble deep in his chest that sometimes reminds him of Uncle Raph, but still every inch his Sensei.

(Another word that sits heavy on his tongue, ready and aching to be spoken. He doesn't say it. He needs to take back what he did say first.)

The sobs eventually die into sniffles. Uncle Leo pulls Casey closer, left hand carding through his hair. He swallows hard and then sighs. “You have your mother's spirit for sure. Always looking for a fight—for what you believe in or just for the sake of it. Or to protect the ones you love.”

He draws back to meet Casey's eyes. He lifts the tip of his blue scarf to dab the tears off Casey's blotchy face just like he used to. He almost loses it all over again. 

“But she learned something—we both did—that we can't always fight our way through everything,” he continues sombrely. “Sometimes we can't fight, no matter how strong, smart or brave we are. Sometimes it's better to stay low, wait, and hone your skills. Helping in little ways that might not seem important but mean everything when the time comes. Trust me, Case. You do more for us than you even know.”

Casey stares into his Uncle's eyes and almost searches for a lie. He knows better, though, so he doesn't.

As if reading his mind, Leo smirks. “I wouldn't joke about something like that, bud. As for the whole 'protecting' situation, you don't have to do that. And you sure as hell don't have to go looking for trouble to prove anything to me or yourself. That's not what being strong or brave is about.”

Okay. Casey gets some of that, but—“What about you?”

“Eh?”

Casey swipes his arm under his nose, ignoring the snot on his sleeve. “You go up looking for fights every day.”

Leo sweats. “Uhh, it's—it's not quite like that—”

“And you're the strongest, greatest ninja the world's ever seen.”

“Gee, that's not gonna inflate my ego or anything, thought I left that shit behind—”

“And you're not scared of anything!”

Leo pauses. His eyes grow distant as he stares at his lap. Casey watches. Had he said something wrong...?

“I was today.”

Casey blinks. 

He'd known Uncle Tello and Mike were scared—they wear their hearts on their sleeves, just in different fashions, much like Auntie April shows her worry with threats followed closely by rough but warm affection. But he hadn't thought...

“You—you were?”

Leo turns. He looks right at Casey like he holds the moon, sun and stars in his eyes. “Yeah.” 

He reaches for Casey's shoulder and pulls him close enough to press their foreheads together. The slider shuts his eyes and clenches his jaw. 

“I thought I might lose you,” he says. “You're all we have left, Case. You're the reason we're doing any of this. You're the reason I'm brave. Don't know what the hell I'd do without you, hijo.”

Oh. 

Oh holy shit.

Casey's chest feels warm and full, like a boiling mountain ready to burst. His eyes sting enough to hurt, but the grin across his face hurts more it's so big. It's a good hurt, though. He hasn't had many of those.

“Oh,” he chokes. Then he giggles, a little hysterical, and nuzzles his forehead against Leo's to bring a chuckle out of him before they draw back. Casey sniffs messily. “Guess even great ninjas get scared, huh?”

“Oh yeah,” Leo huffs, swiping a thumb under his damp eye—like Casey wouldn't notice. “Like you wouldn't believe.” 

Still riding the giddy high, Casey snickers. “Y'know what, though?” he whispers, despite them being the only ones in the room.

Still, Leo leans in and whispers back, “What?”

“I think Subprime was even more scared. I mean, if Krang could piss themselves—”

Leo throws his head back with a startled bark of laughter. “Jesus, kid—!”

“Am I wrong?” Casey cackles, kicking his feet. “I mean, what you did was sick—in more ways than one—and he deserved it! An eye for an arm! That's what he gets for messing with my Dad—!”

Leo stops laughing. Casey's eyes pop wide open. They stare at each other.

Casey sweats. 

Too much, too soon, too far. 

But then Leo smiles, wide and delighted, eyes brighter than Casey has ever seen them. “... Hell yeah,” he says. “And that bastard had to learn not to mess with my son.”

Son. Casey could dance. 

But then Leo's smile becomes a sly grin, his right arm slowly moving around Casey. “And you're right. He had it coming. 'Cos nobody messes with your Dad. C'mere, you!”

“Oh no—!” 

He snatches Casey up, pulling him into his lap and driving his knuckles into Casey's scalp. It hurts like a bitch but Casey's laughing as he squirms and wriggles in the slider's metal grasp.

“AH! Nonononono—ow, Sen—Dad, stoppit—!” Casey giggles.

“Absolutely not!” Leo cackles. “And don't think you're off the hook just because you called me 'Dad' and we had a whole heart-to-heart thing! Your ass is still grounded—for three months!”

“What?!”

“You heard me! You are not getting out of this by being cute—oh shit—!” 

Casey wriggles enough to dig two fingers under Leo's chin, making his partially retreat into his shell long enough to loosen his grip and let Casey scramble free, grinning manically. “Gotcha!” he hollers, leaping on top of the turtle right as his head pops back out, attempting to put him in a lock with one arm.

“Ohoho, you wanna get nuts? Let's get nuts!” 

Leo jumps off the bed, Casey bundled in his arms and shrieking with shock and delight when the turtle manhandles him until he's upside down, legs kicking wildly in the air as Leo hugs him around the waist and spins. “Now, who's got who you little shit?!”

“I'm gonna puke!” cries Casey, the blood rushing to his face. “Mercy, mercy, white flag, I surrender—Sensei, my arm!”

Leo chuckles, gently tossing a breathless Casey back onto the bed. He heaves a long sigh, a smile stretched wide across his beak. “Alright, alright. But seriously, three months; for dissing me earlier, for leaving, and scaring the utter shit out of all of us.” He sits down next to Casey, his smile falling a few inches. “Especially me.”

(Casey thinks of how he'd snarled at Subprime before he'd gauged his eye out, how he'd been taut as a stretched copper spring from the moment they returned until the second he had Casey in his arms, and believes it.

Fear and worry take many forms. His Sensei's is an inferno, tamed to a candle for those he loves as their guiding light. For Casey, it's a supernova, barely contained, until the boy looks his way, holds his hand or smiles—all that's left are embers, gentle and warm like a campfire to protect him against the dark and the wild of a ruined world.

His love fuels his fear, and vice versa. It's a vicious cycle Casey won't fully understand. But he won't forget it as long as he lives.)

Sobering up, Casey flops against the pillow and sighs. “Yeah. I know. And I really am sorry.”

“I know you are.”

“Not just for leaving, but... for everything I said before. I didn't mean it and I shouldn't have said it. I won't do it again.”

“I know you won't.”

“No, really, I mean it!”

“I know you do.” 

Casey pouts. “How do you know?”

Leo smiles, leaning over to chuck Casey under his chin affectionately. “'Cause you take after me. So much that it's scary, honestly. So I know you did what you thought you had to, and I know you won't do it again now that you've seen where you went wrong.”

… huh. 

“So you're saying, like father like—?”

“Don't finish that sentence.” 

“W-why?”

“Nothing against you, just. Meta humour.”

“What are you actually talking about.”

“Don't worry about it. Let's just get you back to your room to rest.” Leo stands up and stretches until bones pop in his back and remaining arm. “We can iron out the details of your three months when we're not both keyed up and—”

“A-Actually...”

Leo looks at Casey over his shoulder. “Hm?”

Casey stays where he is, twisting his fingers in a show of nerves he's yet to curb. “... can I... um...?” He shrinks back a little, face burning. It's so stupid, bonding moment or not. “...can I stay here tonight? I mean, it was my fault, I know, but I'm... just...”

Leo softens immediately. “Ah. Still freaked out?”

“I think I'll dream of being chased through the sewers for the rest of my life.”

“I would say that's a good incentive not to do that again, but I won't lie, it'll probably happen again.”

“You are not helping me feel better.”

“Then scoot your tiny ass over so I can sleep already, damn.”

Relieved and scolding himself for ever doubting at all, Casey snickers and obediently shuffles across the bed to the wall, ducking under the blanket as Leo removes his gear, scarf, and mask and carefully detaching his mechanical arm, setting it on the long desk to charge in the port Uncle Tello made for him. 

Then he lifts the blanket and falls gracelessly into bed, deliberately bouncing Casey to make him yelp. “Jerk,” Casey giggles.

“Brat,” Leo retorts with a yawn. He pulls Casey closer with his left arm and shuts his eyes. “Now shut up and go to sleep, or it's five months.”

Casey snuggles against his plastron. It should be uncomfortable, but to him, it might as well be a second pillow. The steady heartbeat under his ear is a lullaby, and his eyes droop as the day finally catches up to him. 

He closes his eyes. “Aishiteruyo, otōsan.”

He feels Leo stiffen. His heart stutters beneath Casey's ear.

Then—“Heh...” he chuckles wetly. He drops a kiss into Casey's hair. “Te quiero, hijo.”

In the safety of the underground, under the watchful eyes of his family (in whatever form they may take), Casey feels safe. Warm. Loved.

There's no need for bravery here. In his father's arms, he doesn't have to be.

Casey falls asleep with a smile.

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[whumping-in-the-dark]

Chapter 1: So Much More

Ingredients: man handling(?), pistol whipping, creepy whumper, alluded future noncon

Not even two weeks after shifting into his new house, Matthew's worst fear was coming true. He had always been so paranoid of this happening, but the one time he let his guard down-- that one time was all it took for it to happen.

"Don't you dare try to run." The man whispered with a rasp. Matt gagged as the stench of sweat and alcohol suddenly hit him hard in the nose. Yet, he had worse things to worry about.

"Sit." The raggedy man in his backseat had a gun pointed straight at his head, looking crazy enough to shoot him too.

Matt's legs felt like jelly as he slid behind the steering wheel, closing the car door.

"How far away do you live?"

Matt paled. He had expected the man to ask him to drop him off at his place and then hopefully just leave him alone.

"Why do you want to know?" His voice was a frightened whisper.

Matt yelped as the man smacked the pistol barrel into his cheek. Digging the metal further in, the man leaned forward as he growled. "Did I give you permission to ask questions? You will just fucking answer my questions and do as I say. Do. You. Fucking. Understand?"

Matt whimpered. "Plea--"

"I asked you a fucking question." He shoved Matt's face against the window, digging the pistol deep enough that Matt felt sure it'd shatter his teeth.

On the verge of tears, Matt cried out. "Yes yes! I'll- I'll do whatever the hell you want me to do. Just don't hurt me. Please- please stop. I--" The pressure abruptly lifted and Matt's breathing slowed. "Th- thank you."

Matt saw the grinning reflection of the man in the window and shuddered. What the hell had he gotten himself into?

"Take me wherever you live. Start driving. It doesn't matter how many people there are, I'll deal with them. If I find out you're taking me somewhere else, I'll give you the slowest most painful death imaginable, yea?"

Matt nodded, throat too busy holding back sobs. He was glad he was living alone. If his mother would still be with him... Taking a deep shaky breath, Matt put on his seatbelt then started the car, driving out of the supermarket parking lot. He had no illusions about being able to deceive the man and decided to simply obey until he could grab his chance. Maybe build up enough trust? Matt glanced at the man's reflection in the windshield again, blurrier now that there were more lights around. The man didn't really look the trusting type. Matt wished he could at least ask about who he was, but maybe it was a good thing to not know.

A ruffle of clothes in the backseat and the man took out a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it with a match procured from the other pocket.

Matt scrunched his nose. "Not in the car--" His voice came out as a squeak, trailing off when the man raised his gun hand again. "Could you maybe open the windows at least? Please. I don't wanna suffocate to death before I can even drive you to my house--"

"Our house."

"What?"

The man took a long slow drag from his cigarette, blowing smoke everywhere. Matt struggled not to cough. "Do you think giving up your life is worth me answering this question for you?"

Annoyed, Matt turned his focus back to the road.

"I asked you a ques-"

Matt took a sharp turn, throwing both of them towards the right. The man took the brunt of it, smacking his head against the window. Serves him right. Matt smirked, safe in his seatbelt.

"Stop the car." The man ordered, too calm and collected.

Matt shivered. Why exactly had he tried that again? Afraid to fan his angry flames any further, Matt obliged, slowly stopping the car on the side of the road. A few speedy cars periodically whizzed by, all too busy to pay attention to his sorry plight.

"Open the door and step out. Leave the key inside."

Matt finally felt hopeful. The man had given up on him and was now going to take his car and fuck off. Good riddance. Matt stepped out of the car, ready to break into a run at any moment.

The man too opened the door on his side and stepped out. However, instead of turning back to the car, the man stood facing him.

The man frowned when he noticed the smallest hint of a relieved smile on his face. "Did you really think you could run free this easy? You're stupider than I expected."

Before the words could sink in, the man slammed the butt of his pistol against the same side of his face as before. Dazed, Matt crumpled to the ground with a whine, cradling his throbbing cheek. With a kick to the chest, the man turned him around to lying on his back.

As Matt coughed and scrambled to get back on his feet, the man's shoe landed on his neck, digging in with enough pressure to lock his breath. Matt clawed at his leg, desperate to get it off as he gasped in fruitless empty breaths. Matt began seeing spots in his vision as his head grew lighter, limbs seizing up. Through bleary eyes, he stared up at the looming figure atop him with the gun pointed straight at his head. Why the fuck was he so unlucky today?

Frown growing deeper, the man loosened his hold, enough to let him suck in a couple lungful of breaths. "I'd kill you right now, y'know." The man started when he was sure Matt had recovered enough to listen. "I was about to just now. I had it all envisioned in my head. But then I realised your kind doesn't deserve the fate."

Matt dared to hope again. Maybe the man had finally taken pity on him.

"It deserves something so much different." The man slowly crouched down, gently sliding his shoe off him and back to the ground. "Yes." The man stroked his bruised cheek, thumb slipping up to wipe away his tears. His voice was raspier... almost husky now... "Something as pretty as you deserves so much more."

[moonchildstyles]

yes i just sent something soft but I'm a whore first and foremost so here we are! the thought of gentle mocking truly never leaves my mind like..... it just fits so well in so many situations..... when you're sitting on his lap making out with him and you start to rock your hips on his bc you're already dripping and he grips your sides to stop you and says "that desperate for me already baby? haven't even touched you yet" and forcing you to look in his eyes even when you're blushing trying to look down 🤭 i can feel very much him saying "that's okay, I know your pussy is always just so sensitive for me, hm? she's always so needy" and making you admit to it before he'll give you anything more 🤭 he loves edging you over and over until there's tears in your eyes and then he pouts at you while he thumbs them away and says "poor baby, it's just so much hm? just want to cum so bad don't you" and you nod hoping he'll be nice and let you but he just pouts even more and says "that's too bad, I'm not ready to let you cum yet" and he smiles when that only makes you whine more 🤭 and when he's had you cumming so many times it almost hurts and you're grabbing at his hands to stop him from touching he's just all "oh is it too much for you? thought you wanted to cum so bad, what happened to that?" and you're sooo pouty saying "too sensitive ☹️" and he brushes his thumb over your lip saying "put that away, good girls don't pout" 🤭 and he's so close to you crowding your space saying "you're gonna give me a few more, kay baby? I'll be gentle though, i promise" and his voice is soooo condescending and mocking 🤭 he kisses back down and he's trying to be a little bit nice and leave your clit alone for a while but his nose still bumps it every time he moves and his tongue is really not giving you any time to calm down 🤭 he just does whatever he wants and he's a little mean sometines I'm so ferally horny 🤭🤕

I COULD ACTUALLY…….BESTIE IDEK WHAT TO SAY LIKE…….the mocking….the faux pity……..just a little mean but enough to make ur pussy wet I’m OWMKSMSMSMDMFf I can’t be normal

[crmsnmth]

September Sky, Chapter Nine, Part 7

"Yeah, man! Thanks for the generosity," Aaron said slipping the money in his pocket. Maybe it went for this printer or copier or whatever, or maybe it stayed in his pocket. I used to always think the best of people, but that was before I learned most people don't care.

"No problem," I waved him off as he got up and headed inside the house. I felt uncomfortable, like I wanted out of my skin. Addison caught my eye and smiled, waving me over to join her and her friends. I quickly made my way over to her.

"Why was Aaron so happy?" She asked

"I gave him a twenty. Beers paid for for the night."

"You didn't have to do that."

I just shrugged. She's right, I didn't. I wanted to. In a reach around way, I was only attempting to buy her respect and her love. I didn't do it for the generosity in my heart. I did it with an ulterior motive.

"So, Addison says you're a chef?" Mary asked with a Newport 100 hanging out of her mouth.

"No, not a chef. I'm just a good cook with extra responsibility," I said.

"You're too hard on yourself," Addison said.

"Ok, but what the difference?" Mary asked.

"One has more responsibility. Cook's cook and chefs make recipies and budget and a whole bunch of stuff."

"So your a chef?" Craig popped in.

"No. I"m a kitchen manager."

"Just say your a chef," Addison whispered in my ear.

"Isn't that basically the same thing?" Mary asked.

"Yeah, I guess they are. Sure, I guess I am a chef. What about you guys? What do you do?" I asked, trying to get the topic off me. I felt gross when I'm interviewed by people. And that's exactly what meeting a new person is, nothing more than an interview. Your interviewing them to see where they will take up space in your life, if any at all. And don't worry, you're not alone. They are doing the exact same thing.

"Full-time student mostly." Craig answered first. "Law." He said right as I was bout to ask.

"A student and I work at a convience store," Mary said taking another swig of her drink. "You don't go to school?"

"I've seen you on campus a couple times," Craig said. They were bombarding me, and I could feel the anxiety squeezing around my throat. My ears were starting to ring, and even though I was outside, it was getting hotter and hotter. I was looking for a way out.

"Recent drop out." I finally spit out. How do walls close in on you when there are no walls? The blackness of the sky was crushing me. I tried to clench my hands into fists, but Addison's hand squeezed mine first. I looked at her, and she gave me a comforting smile. I just focused on her. On her eyes. On her hair. On her. If Craig and Mary were still bombarding me with questions, I was completely ignoring them.

I calmed down pretty quickly. She made me calm. She made the bellowing of anxiety and panic turn into whispers on the wind.

"Oh, okay. What were you doing for school?" Craig continued the interview. I inhaled deeply through my nose. I had to get through this, one way or another.

"English major. So a totally useless degree."

Craig laughed. "Can't be too useless. I know quite a few." "They plan on being teachers?" I said, in kind of a sarcastic tone.

"You know, I think most of them thought about it."

"See, useless degree."

"Why were you going for it? I mean, if you think it's so useless." Craig said. I couldn't tell if he was being an asshole or not. His voice had the inflection, and I felt I was being called out. So I bit my cheek, a little harder then I wanted to.

"I wanted to be a writer. Realized I don't need a degree to put words on paper." I spit onto the ground, and it was red. I could taste the small amount of blood in my mouth.

Craig tilted his can of cheap beer at me. "Very true. No need to waste the money on it then, right?" He said. I still couldn't tell how to read him. I'll admit, I'm not good at reading people at all anymore. I instantly see most people as a threat and have for a long time. I tried my best to do the whole benefit of the doubt in this situation. These were Addison's friends, and if I trusted her judgement, then I shouldn't be so paranoid. But something about the way Craig was talking to me stood out. I'm not even sure what it was, but it was there and it was bold. It was confusing.

"Exactly." I said, more just to say something then to mean anything.

"What do you write?" Mary asked. She seemed geniuinly interested. "Anything I would have read?"

"No, no. I'm not published or anything like that," I had tried a few times to get into a couple fiction magazines, but after a whole bunch of rejection letters, you kind of feel like giving up. It's just the way it was. I still wrote. I just stopped trying to get published.

"Oh, not yet? What kind of things do you write? Like stories or what?" This interview was never ending.

[cheerstotheelites-if]

It's so noisy.

There's so much arguing.

Is this all necessary?

And on his special day? How rude.

A young boy sits on his bed, hands trying not to peel off the bandaids on the palms of his hands. The bandaid on his cheek feels weird whenever he tries to open his mouth. It even feels weirder to move his knees when there's too many bandaids to count.

He flinches when the arguing escalated to a shouting match, and the sound of something shattering following after.

Why does this always happen?

It quiets down again, and the silence stretches on. And on. And on. And on. And on. And on—

The door opens.

A woman walks in, carefully carrying a small cake box in one hand and a wrapped gift under her arm. She's still in office wear, a bit haggard looking, judging by how her hair isn't in it a ponytail anymore. The woman shuts the door behind her, before looking at the boy with a smile; tired and faint, but genuine all the same.

"Happy Birthday, Eliseo," the woman softly greets, putting the gift down on the bed as she sits down beside her son. "I'm sorry that it took me a while."

"It's okay." He says with a small nod, hands busy fiddling with the ends of his shorts. "Are you and Papa fighting again...? Is it because I fell off my bike?"

"No, no, it's not your fault Eliseo." his mama quickly reassures, pulling her son into a side hug and squeezing his shoulder gently. "It never was."

"Yeah, but Papa said that it always is my fault that you keep fighting."

Liezel is quiet for a moment.

It takes a lot for a mother not to go back out there and beat the ever living shit to the person responsible for spewing lies to her son. How dare he say that, when the boy has done nothing wrong. How dare he, her own husband, spout such bullshit when his incompetent ass is the real reason why they keep fighting.

She would've killed him if it were legal.

Instead, she lets out a long exhale through her nose, trying to calm whatever beast is urging her to rip that man apart.

"Well," she starts, looking down at her son, "your Papa is a liar and a bad person for saying that to you. You did nothing wrong, and you aren't the reason why bad things happen, okay?"

Eliseo says nothing, instead turns to hug his Mama and bury his face into her chest. His little arms wrap around her waist, gripping onto her blazer tightly. Liezel hugs back, arms shielding her little boy away from whatever danger is lurking beyond this room.

"Mahal na mahal kita, anak." Liezel says, kissing the top of her son's head and petting it gently. "Always remember that, okay? I'll always be here for you."

~•~•~

"Eliseo, nakikinig ka ba?"

Eliseo blinks, looking up from where he was staring at (it was a random spot on the table). He can hear Nicotine squawk loudly from his perch.

"Yeah, I'm listening." Eliseo replies, shooting his mom a smile, to which earns him an unconvinced look.

"Really?" Liezel quirks a brow. "What was I saying just now?"

"That I'm your favorite son?"

At that Liezel lets out a mild exasperated sigh with a shake of her head. "Why do I even bother? You're starting to act like your Ma in being cheeky."

"She only taught me the best, Nay." Eliseo laughs upon seeing the deadpan look sent his way. "I'm only being honest!"

With another shake of her head in exasperation, Liezel stands up from her seat. "Whatever am I going to do with you?"

There's a hint of fondness and endearment in it, despite the clear exasperation from the older woman. Eliseo can only smile and chuckle upon hearing it.

"How about spending my birthday with me and Ma tomorrow?" Eliseo suggests.

Liezel looks at her son incredulously. "Again? Aren't you tired of being with someone so old, let alone your own mothers? Don't you want to spend it with Zephyrine and Weylyn instead?"

"You're both a priority in my list." Eliseo chuckles and stands up to join his mom's side. "You always make my birthday the best to celebrate with."

Liezel looks at her son, who now towers over her with his height, and she chuckles with a smile; a similar way to Eliseo's. "Aren't you being awfully sweet today. Are you sure you're not trying to butter me up?"

"Never in my life. You already did so much for me since I was a kid, so why would I ask for more?"

Ah.

Well... isn't that a surprise.

A good surprise...

"I sometimes wonder where you even got that attitude from."

"I probably got it from you, Nay."

At that, Liezel laughs softly as she wipes away the corner of her eyes. "Gods above, Eliseo..."

She pulls her son into a side hug. "Mahal na mahal kita, anak. Don't forget that."

Eliseo chuckles, hugging her back. "I love you too, Nay."