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lacharcutiere · 3 years ago

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earn it. [nsfw 18+, sakusa kiyoomi]

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✯haikyū!! masterlist✯

no thoughts head empty just,,, just omi never rly speaking to u much and then all of a sudden starting to send u more and more suggestive snaps

until u crack and ask him to please rearrange ur guts

and he tells u to fucking EARN IT ahsjhfhsbd

tings // sexting, oral (m! receiving), fingering, some cumplay/cum eating, creampie, squirting, dirty talk, honorifics (omi-san), degradation, manhandling, no prep, overstim ofc, stoic big dick omi<3

man i meant for this to be a short lil thirsty drabble but um nvm i guess oops, omi’s j so fuckin sexy i can’t help it LMAO also the way this starts may or may not be based on something that actually happened also would it rly be a smut by me if there wasn’t any overstim? a dude asked me what kinda stuff i was into and literally without any hesitation i said overstim whoopsies

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— SNAPCHAT 10:48 PM // from Sakusa Kiyoomi

you give it a couple minutes before opening up the app to see what he’s sent, lightly biting your bottom lip in anticipation.

it’s omi from the shoulders up, shirtless, curls damp and pushed out of his face, a running shower head visible behind him. you inhale sharply and send him a snap back, of you smiling gently with your lips parted and your thumb between your teeth.

you get a response minutes later. he's out of the shower now—it's a mirror pic, hand in his hair and towel wrapped low around his hips. you almost whimper, and then you notice the tiny text in the top right corner, so small you almost can't read it. lemme fuck until my cum is pouring out of u. holy shit. you snap back immediately: yeah i'll let u.

he responds, earn it.

what do you want me to do?

surprise me

fuck.

okay

frustratingly, you can't think of anything right away, and he leaves your last snap opened without a response. each breath you take tingles in your stomach and you squeeze your thighs together. it hits you suddenly how exhausted you are, and before you can think of any way to convince omi that you deserve for him to use you until you can’t move, your eyelids grow too heavy to keep open.

it seems he’s forgotten about what he said by the next day, back to the usual sparse snapping back and forth throughout the day without any conversation. it’s like that the next couple days, too, until one night he snaps you back and it’s not his pretty face, but the waistband of his boxers peeking past a pair of grey sweats and the distinct outline of his half hard dick just past that. and you can’t take it.

please fuck me

thought i told u to earn it

fuck it. you open up the chat, unable to think of any sort of photo that would do well to accompany what you’re about to say. a nude would be tacky, but a photo of just your face would mess up the tone. omi, you type. he reads it immediately but doesn’t respond, waiting for you to continue.

omi, i want u

ok and?

please fuck me i’m nice n tight n i promise i’ll do whatever u want, i’ll call u daddy or let u cum in my mouth or my pussy or whatever as many times as u want, pls just use me

he types for an awfully long time before his next message comes through, and you wonder why because it’s incredibly short: it’s his address, and be here at 10.

you know how pissed omi'd be if you're late, and though you contemplate how he'd be if, on top of everything else, you put him in a bad mood, you show up six minutes early. when he answers the door, there's a sheen of moisture on his skin and he smells faintly of sweat. he's been working out. the scent is almost sugary and you suppress the urge to get a taste of it.

"'m gonna go shower," he says, completely unfazed by your presence. "you can sit down wherever." as much as you want to ask if you can join him, you do what he says.

he returns ten minutes later, shirtless and in those damn grey sweatpants. without a word, he takes you by the wrist and pulls you into his room. once the door's shut, he doesn't waste another second stripping you down to just your panties, smashing his mouth to yours as his hands grab roughly at your breasts and roam up and down your thighs, backing you up against the wall, hesitating a moment, and then flipping around so that it's his back resting against it.

the hand that's pinching at your nipples moves to your shoulder and pushes down roughly, forcing you to your knees, face to face with the erection hiding in his sweats.

"suck," he says simply, and you pull the waistband down just far enough to give yourself full access to his cock. it's thicker than you expected, but before you have time to wonder whether it's all gonna fit, he takes advantage of the fact that your jaw is hanging slightly open and thrusts into your mouth. "i said, suck."

"mmph," you respond, and pull back enough to flick your tongue against his slit before taking him as far into your throat as you can manage. he inhales sharply and leans his head back against the wall, and you don't miss the low groan that escapes him when you choke a little. one of your hands comes up to squeeze gently at his heavy balls while the other snakes its way between your legs, desperate to relieve the fluttering feeling low in your belly.

omi's breathing becomes shallower as you continue to bob your head, pressing your tongue up against the underside of his dick, and he surprises you by pulling away just before he finishes. you stay kneeling, mouth open wide and expecting him to cum in it, but you're too distracted by the pretty flush on his cheeks and shoulders to realize that that's not his intention until you feel a warmth dripping down your chest, right between your tits.

he grabs your jaw and pulls you to your feet, eyes never leaving the white line traveling towards your belly button. with a quick swipe, he collects it on his thumb and presses it roughly into your mouth, wiping it against your tongue. "don't swallow," he says, "show me first." you oblige, sticking your tongue as far out as it will go, and he gives a satisfied nod and a low exhale. "'kay, you can swallow."

you do and immediately feel his lips against yours again, tongue dipping into your mouth to confirm that you haven't let a drop of his cum go to waste. his hands travel down your sides, gripping firmly at your hips, and you feel your feet leave the ground as you're tossed onto his bed. he trails his fingers down your sides with a feather-light touch that makes you squeeze your thighs together, but he forces them back open with his other hand, shaking his head.

"i'm the only one who gets to make you cum, okay?"

your breath hitches as you nod.

"okay?" he repeats.

"yes, daddy."

"mm-mm," he shakes his head again, "not daddy. omi-san."

"yes, omi-san."

"'s it."

you gasp as you’re flipped onto your stomach, breasts squished against a pillow. your panties are pulled off roughly and he captures both your wrists in one hand, holding them behind your back. he lifts your hips, propping you up on your knees, and says, “i hope you know what you’ve started.”

he thrusts his full length into you and you almost scream; it hurts, pushing past where you can take and pressing up against your cervix. he gives something between a grunt and a laugh and breathes, “you were right.”

your response is muffled, your face squished into the mattress. “what?”

“you were right. nice and tight.”

“o-oh,” is all you can think to say as he pulls back a little and thrusts back in, his other free hand reaching around you to tease at your clit. his fingers are so light against it that they’re barely there, and you melt into him. “fuck, omi-san…” you squeeze around his cock, the circles the massages over your clit distracting you from the pain of how much he’s stretching you out.

he groans, “mmh,” and begins to move faster, stuffing you full and brushing against all the right places as he moves back and forth.

“omi-san,” you whine, “feels good.”

“yeah?”

“hmmph!”

“good girl,” he says, and you swear you can hear him smile, “look at you, taking my whole cock without any prep.” he releases your hands and holds you by the waist, pulling you up so that your back is resting against his chest and his lips have easier access to your neck. he notices the dampness of tears on your cheeks and his mind goes blank; you look like an angel, crying from how good he’s fucking you. he can’t help but to tease you about it.

“awh, pretty girl, what are the tears for? ‘s it not enough for you?”

“mm-mm,” you sob as his arm warps around your shoulders from behind, “‘s good, fuck, i love it.”

“what was that?” he taunts.

“love it, omi-san, love your cock!”

“yeah?” he’s panting now, hips rutting into you at breakneck speed. you squeeze around him again. “yeah? are you gonna cum, princess?”

“ah— mhm!”

“yeah? fuck, so tight, gonna let me cum inside? gonna let me fill this pretty pussy up like a good little slut?”

“omi-san!” you cry out, his words pushing you over the edge, leaving you trembling in his arms, body going limp with pure bliss. “is that a yes?”

“hah!” it makes him smile, how he’s got you so fucked out you can’t even speak. your messy sobs only serve to spur him on, thrusting deep into you a few more times before he finally spills over, warm cum seeping into you and making your breath catch.

he reaches for your clit again before you can tell him you can’t, it’s too much, you need a minute, and though your thighs instantly crush together against his hand, it doesn’t stop him. “omi!” you shriek.

“you said something?”

“omi-san!”

“yes?”

“stop— stop, gonna, fuck, gonna make a mess!”

“yeah?” he says. “so make one. all over my bed, filthy little princess.”

you convulse, grasping frantically at his arm and whimpering as you gush onto his hand, able to feel his dick throb inside you as he groans at the feeling of wetness dripping onto your thighs and the sheets below you.

he pulls out and flips you onto your back, caging you between his arms, bringing his lips next to your ear. “gonna fuck another load into you,” he says, “but this time i wanna see you.”

#haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kyoomi x reader #sakusa x reader #sakusa smut #sakusa thirst #sakusa x reader smut #god omi is so fucking hot #literally how have i not written for him before #anyway idk this is formatted different than all my other stuff but i kinda like it #now all i want is to be omi’s filthy lil pillow princess

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allisonlol · 2 years ago

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Hi Allison! I hope you're doing great and also congratulations on your milestone you deserve a lot more than that! :D💕 Ahem- so- heads up- this is really long-

I'm 18 yo, an ISTP Pisces, 163 cm tall and a straight female. Also I'm a teennnnny tiiiiny bit overweight but I've been on a diet for a couple of month and made great progress so good for me! 🚶🏻‍♀️

Ahem ahem… I have big boobs, my skin is so pale that People sometimes mistake me for a vampire or a corpse and I love it ngl. I have dark brown hair that Ive recently cut for the very first time in my life, and it reaches to the middle of my back and I also have light brown eyes that turns golden under the rays of sun (Yeah baby :D)

I'm veeeeery veeeeery understanding and never judgmental, which is why people consider me a very trustworthy person and share their secrets with me without any worries. On the outside I look like a calm, loving, quiet girl who's really naïve and innocent, never dropping the smile off her face and I'm also very respectful toward elders which is why they like me a lot; but once I get out of my shell I'm just a loud, crazy girl who wants to jump up and down and scream for literally no reason. Btw me getting out of my shell wouldn't depend on time, it depends on what kind of person I'm interacting with.

So I'm really into watching romantic movies and crying when they separate or something, and I'm a huge sucker for romantic gestures but only when they happen for other people or in movies. If someone makes a dumb romantic gesture/comment on me? I'm like bitch are you fr? Get 1523946235078 feet away from me🚶🏻‍♀️

I'm also very emotional but because I'm always quiet around others they think of me as a cold hearted creature, little did they know I have a heart almost as big as an elephants. So yeah people think I'm cold but omg…if I grow to like somebody… I'm always all over them, kissing, licking, biting(Have a huge thing for that btw), literally anything out of affection while hugging the shit out of them. My love language is physical touch and acts of service AND words of affirmation. I would praise them about anything but I have a hard time telling them the ily sentence idk why🤧🚶🏻‍♀️

btw I'm not that loud around people I'm comfortable with either; But I'm definitely very affectionate. And I'm not a clingy person, I'm actually very independent when it comes to, well, everything; but if the fountain of my feelings suddenly floats out of nowhere I have no choice but to jump on my s/o and shower him with smooches <3 So yeah I like giving affection but they have to make up for it in bed cause I'm a bottom in there and you didn't hear this from me btw (it would be lovely if you could include some NSFW hcs too, if you're able too :>)

SOOOOO some info for the nsfw… I HATE SPITTING. It turns me off when they wanna spit in my mouth.. Like, ewe.if they wanna spit on other places… PLEASE! Help yourself🚶🏻‍♀️ I like to be manhandles and I might tolerate degrading but NOT TOO MUCH. If they think they can have me begging over something theyre SOOO WRONG. YOU GOTTA TREAT ME NICELY IF YOU WANT THIS PUSSY BITCH- (Lmao I apologize for being shameless but I can't help it) Brat taming… I might be into to it IF they don't spank me hard😭😭😭 I don't like choking or any kind of hitting tbh but light spanking is ok. emphasis on LIGHT. I like it rough btw. Gotta be fast af. Ok now imma shut up now gb🚶🏻‍♀️🚶🏻‍♀️

I love watching movies and the genre never matters as long as it includes comedy too; love reading/writing smut, fluff, romance and humor; sometimes I sing when I'm alone but my voice is not exactly girlish so I'll never do it in front of anyone. I love shopping, but I don't like it when my s/o pays for my stuff I'm like bruh are you trying to buy me or smthn even though he means well. I mean I would even return him the amount of saliva we exchanged while making out if we break up lmao. I would be ok if a friend gets me stuff though, and I would love to do the same to them. I love wearing shiny accessories and love painting my nails especially in red.

I would without a doubt cheat on my s/o with ice-cream especially if its chocolate flavored cuz it has been my good old friend from the moment I was born😭😭😭😭.I'm just joking btw. I hate cheating so if I get tired of the relationship I'll straightforwardly ask for a break up which is really unexpected to them cuz you know… I don't show how uncomfortable I am. And I have trouble getting attached to people emotionally so I'm really hoping for someone to show up whom I can love and share everything with, without needing to pretend it. I love chocolate btw, which is why my parents don't buy it often because its all gone the second they look away from it lol. Veryyyyy insecure about my looks. Like you have no idea how much of a pro I am when it comes to destroying myself- If someone praises me on my looks I'm like bruh are you making fun of me get lost before I shove this (points at her pencil*) into you ass🚶🏻‍♀️

I also love cooking and am an early bird, so I would wake up at 6am to make my s/o breakfast and then wake him up with kisses and cuddles. My idea of the perfect date it staying in bed and never getting out of it unless it's an emergency. Just me and him cuddling & making out & whatever... I like being both the little spoon and big spoon cuz I wanna make him feel loved too <3 BTW I'm definitely gonna race them on who can give the tightest hug. PILLOW FIGHT. PILLOW TALK. ANYTHING RELATED TO BED TBH (Which is funny cause I sleep for 6 hours at max due to my college entrance exam🚶🏻‍♀️) yeah so big fan of cuddling and caressing their hair or massaging them T^T AND PLANTING KISSES ON... well... EVERYWHERE

Lets see…what else… oh! I'm really into swimming and working out. I'm not a ambitious person, but I'm a rebellious one ig, no one gets to order me around cause I'm so stubborn despite how I look like. I looooove flirting. I'm not really good at flirting with words, so I would use my charm and action to flirt back at him, and would also drop a few hints or might even straightforwardly go sit on his lap and be like "Ok babe, you asked for it; show me whachu got now😏"

so… I can go a little bit more; but I don't want you to freak out so let's stop right here :) again, congrats on your milestone and also, no pressure! Mwah! ^0^ 💕🚶🏻‍♀️

꧁♥ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴇss… ♥꧂

i match you with...atsushi nakajima!

HII ASH omg, i loved reading this LOLL and the only person i could think of the entire time was atsushi cuz hello??? well i'll explain more down below but YEA a match made in heaven lowkey

Relationship

FIRST OF ALL you definitely had to approach him first. i mean, we've all seen how dense this mf is when people like him

but he was always initially drawn to you - specifically your easy going + caring nature

y'all have the same love languages!! lots n lots of compliments and words of affirmations bc you both deserve to be appreciated <3

yes- ur both awkward at actually accepting the compliments but nonetheless they mean a lot to you

the two of you mesh well together because, while he's quieter and a bit shy, you're not afraid to be more outgoing and speak ur mind

^basically you'd be the "he asked for NO pickles" while atsushi hides behind you >:0

you guys go on the CUTEST dates: walks thru the yokohama harbor, visiting ice cream shops, watching movies etc <3

YOU COOK FOR HIM SM, which he appreciates cuz i have the slightest suspicion that atsushi is not the best cook...

randomly kiss or bite him out of nowhere to see how flustered he gets?? you love to tease him a lot to your entertainment

luckily for you, atsushi shows his luv thru manyyy romantic gestures which then in turn gets you flustered

^buys you things that reminded him of you, brings you flowers, lots n lots of compliments about how he admires you n how pretty u are!!

all i can say it, it's literally one of the healthiest relationships imaginable

NSFW

i need to write more nsfw for him...but anyway

man idek who would be the dom or the sub here LOLL

^i believe roles wouldn't really be too prominent in the relationship tho. atsushi is indifferent towards it and can dom or sub accordingly to what u want!!

fortunately for you he is very nicee <33 literally doesn't have the heart to tease you

not the most well versed in kinks obviously but is always down to experimentation,,,he just wants to do whatever YOU want him to

bro can go SO FAST tho i swear. it's the being half tiger or whatever-

CONSENT KING?? y'all have an established safe word (would it even be used?? prolly not) & always triple-checks that you are comfortable with something new

lots n lots of kisses!!

not to mention both of you practice good aftercare and making sure the other is ok both mentally and physically afterwards <33

#2k matchup event

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thesolotomyhan · 4 years ago

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narcos méxico: jealousy hc

my first request, kinda nervous but i hope i delivered anon 💕

Warnings: NSFW!

Tags: @fandomnerd16 , @visintaes , @sheeshgivemeabreak

ok wow is this bitch long, i didnt realize that, i got carried away lmao,,, just a friendly heads up :))) and also, I went with them being your ex in both scenarios!

Miguel:

miguel angel would be the obsessive ex, holy shit, he would have eyes everywhere on you,,,

he would get to know your schedule at a day to day basis-

like he would have azul out here keeping him updated about your whereabouts, like what you’ve been doing, who you’ve been seen talking to, weekly, like clockwork,,

but i can lowkey see azul not telling miguel a single fucking hint that you may have been seen talking to some guy-

like azul just wants to have miguel focus on the business in front of them not worrying about you because miguel was the one to drive you out of the relationship,, its his own fault for letting you go, now its on him to gain you back on his own,

wow ok, so i can see this happening when miguel throws a fancy gathering with all those governments and high powered people,, where he would invite you to come celebrate his success in who knows what,,, but he just needs to make sure you come,, he wants to try and rekindle what you had, porque te extraña-

he’ll be nervous like that time before his birthday party in s2 where he was pacing back and forth, anxious to know if pacho was going to show up, yeah that would be him right now,,, asking azul every minute if he for sure knows if youre going to show up otherwise why even throw the party if youre not coming-

i cant- miguel probably wouldnt even go down where the party is,

he’s holing himself up somewhere until azul comes and tells him that you finally showed up-

this man would be so desperate to see you that he doesnt even let azul finish his sentence before he’s already bolting down to look for you,

and as soon as he sees you walking in he would act like all cool all of a sudden, shaking hands with people along the way, smile shining brighter than ever, but damn does that smile not last long once he glances back to you where he sees that you brought a date-

Im dying just imagining the dark look he would have when he sees your date lean in to kiss your cheek, leading you to sit down-

just the way he’ll watch you like a hawk throughout the night, clenching his jaw with the biggest scowl on his face

gripping his drink so hard it looks like he’ll break it any second as he curses under his breath, when he sees your date kiss your hand from across the table-

THE CHALLENGING GAZE HE’LL GIVE YOU WHEN YOU MAKE EYECONTACT HAS ME WEAK-

shaking his head as he starts to get up when you look away,,, like he’s officially done sitting around all night because your his mujer y de nadie mas

just the way he’ll walk up to your table so confidently, acting like this dude doesnt even exist and ask for you to accompany him for an issue he needs your input with,

not sparing one glance to your date before he has his hand wrapped around your arm, dragging you to this empty hallway-

i- the way he’ll trap you against the wall when you protest against his hold as he grabs your jaw tightly so he can look at you directly, both of your faces nearly touching-

“basta, ya,, que traes con ese cabron eh, mija?”

and you’re not about to take his shit just because he got jealous the very second he saw you with someone else after he was the one to push you away-

“Que chingados te importa miguel, tu fuiste el que ya no quiso nada conmigo”

“es que no entiendes, verdad?, me arde verte con otro cabron”-

i-the way he cant help but cut you off when he sees you open your mouth again, ready to shoot another comment at him, just to roughly kiss you, shutting you up,,-

its one of those kisses that have you both almost suffocating each other,, all the built up anger mixing in with both of your love for one another that your both too stubborn to admit,,

fuck, ok the way you dont feel his hand sneak in between your thighs until he unexpectedly already has one of his fingers inside of you-

your muffled whine swallowed by his desperate kisses to keep you quiet as you grip his arm to keep you somewhat stable on your legs-

“Ese pendejo no te puede hacer sentir bien como yo puedo mija.”

just, the way your hips involuntarily begin to move against his hand, biting your lip so hard your almost drawing blood from them as he forces you to keep looking at him, pumping his fingers into you repeatedly, adding his thumb to play with your stimulated clit-

“Imagínate, si ese cabron te ve así, de como nunca serás de el”

wow,ok, he wont stop until he has your knees buckling, pulling him into you to silence your moans when he makes you cum, i-

him kissing your forehead, telling you he’s taking you home to remind you who you belong to as he leads your wobbling form out, MAKING SURE TO GIVE YOUR DATE A SMUG ASS SMILE WHEN HE LEAVES WITH YOU- lmao i cant

god, him making you look into the mirror as he fucks you as he roams his hands all over your body, telling you that you’ll always belong to him, as your hands grip his hair- ok

celoso miguel would have you on the verge of tears as he pounds you into the bed-

just making you into a blubbering mess, not giving you a single chance to breathe before he’s already thrusting deeply into you again,,

reminding you again and again that no one other than him can have you like this-

making you scream who you belong to all fucking night until he knows you’ll be sore everywhere in the morning- i, wow

Amado:

alright, so i can see amado being the ex that would act like you were just a fun pastime for him when in reality he’s depressed porque te perdio-

I’m imagining this happening very shortly after you two are broken up, because ustedes todavía son pajaritos enamorados

Amado’s stupid ass probably just said something like “your safety is the most important thing to me, that’s why I’m breaking up with you, to keep you safe” type of beat-

but i just know he would be the mf to be like, i need to forget about the love of my life by fucking with other viejas, just trying his best to forget everything about you,,

but you would probably catch wind of this some way,,, and that he’s out here being a mujeriego and acting like nothing ever happened between you two was real so your just like ‘alright, if that’s how its going to be, two can play at this game’-

im H o l l e r in g, i can imagine this scenario where he would take some vieja to a club, maybe a club he used to go with you all the time-the audacity-

he would be out here smiling, buying drinks left and right, all laid back, like a cocky mf,,, hiding his insecurities because he’s egoistic like that, trying but failing to “enjoy” his date because its just not you

thats when just out of curiosity, he would look around the club, entertaining himself,, scanning everyone there and would automatically fucking spot you within seconds,,, except youre not alone :)) your dancing with some guy,-

and that one simple thing, that youre dancing with someone else, someone that’s not him, touching you like that, has him pissed,

like all of a sudden his only focus would be all on you,, as he’s clenching his jaw and bouncing his leg impatiently,, watching you and your date dance,, as he curses under his breath at the scene unfolding before him-

can you imagine tho, if you both lock eyes- con una mirada he’s telling you “are you fucking serious?”

wow, the way he’ll bring his clenched fist to his lips, wanting nothing more than to knock the shit out of the bum of your date, as he stares daggers into him,,-

he would wait until he can corner you alone tho, not wanting to start any drama-

he would get up so fucking quick when he sees you start to walk over to the bar, esta desesperado el cabron,, not wasting time to grab your arm and drag you somewhere, away from everyones eyes-

youre already angrily trying to pull away from his hold before he grasps both of your arms and holds them in between your bodies, stopping you from pulling away as he pulls your body into his,,

both of your fiery gazes looking into each other-

“Me quieres decir quién es ese hijo de la chingada para ir a matarlo ahorita?”

WOw, the way you test him with a simple look, not answering his question because you know exactly what buttons to push to get him even more irritated than he already is-

THE SEXUAL TENSION-

just, the way the both of you hold your stares, challenging the other to move first, with the only noise being the loud thumping of the music in the background-

he’ll pull your body even more closer to his, your lips almost, almost touching-

“no seas asi, mi reina, por favor, déjame enseñarte lo que él no puede darte” im not ok omg

he literally feels his heart soar when he sees you slowly nod your head-

ugh, just,, the bottled up emotions would pour out as soon as he gets you home-

it has you both tearing each others clothes off, with those messy kisses where neither of you want to pull back from, as he carries you and drops you on the bed,,

wow, the way he would groan, when he sees you naked on his bed,throbbing for you because he finally has you where you belong,,

god, is this man going to have you manhandle you all night until your begging him to stop-

just, pushing your body down and holding you there when your trying to squirm away from him, orgasm after orgasm,,,

chuckling down at you, telling you your going to take it-

like , its going to be the type of sex that has you almost ripping the whole fucking bedframe off from the overstimulation he’s giving you,

wont stop making you say that your his, forcing you to never look away from him, when he tells you i love you, over and over again-

or the way he’ll pull your head back onto the pillow when you try to bite down on his shoulder when he hits that one spot inside of you repeatedly, just, scolding you that he doesnt want you to hold back on your moans-

the CHOKING KINK, you already know it was coming,, it makes him rock hard when he wraps his hand around your throat while he’s making you scream his name,,,

the bruising grip he’ll have on your hip as he feels your nails leave streaks of red on his back as he’s buried so deep into you-

“Dime, que ese hijo de su rechingada madre nunca compara conmigo, mi amor”

rubbing your pulsating clit just to see the way you roll your eyes back, and dig your nails into his bicep- whispering the most dirtiest things into your ear-

fuck, ok but the way you both look down where you connect, moaning into each other as you watch as his cock disappear inside of you- im not sorry

just- turning you into a shaking and whimpering mess until all you can say and remember is his name by the time he’s done with you-

#narcos mexico imagine #narcos mexico imagines #miguel angel felix gallardo x reader #miguel angel felix gallardo #amado carrillo fuentes x reader #amado carrillo fuentes #narcos mexico #narcos: mexico

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buckyskorpion · 5 years ago

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11 hours - part five

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader

Summary: bucky is the mystery you can’t wait to solve. if you can get out of his bed long enough, that is. a biker au.

Warnings: gang-typical violence, sex scenes, alcohol mentions, probably more to come so stay tuned

A/N: alright things escalated VERY QUICKLY but shit had to go down sometime. i hope you enjoy! and sorry for the delay, i really been goin thru it recently. this part is 7k to make up for it lmao i wont be taking tags for this so please dont ask.

title taken from 11 hours by wet | playlist | my ko-fi

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It’s a big day. You had held Bucky’s hand as you stood in the doorway to his apartment, playing with his rings so you didn’t have to meet his eyes. You were nervous, not because you didn’t trust Bucky but because with every secret spilled you felt like a layer of your skin was being peeled away. But you’d held his hand and told him to pick you up tonight from your office. You handed him your business card, a physical embodiment of trust you hadn’t given to anyone else. It wasn’t your apartment address, sure, but it was something and Bucky held the card with the biggest, boyish grin on his face that melted your heart.

The real reason you’re so nervous is because if whoever followed you from Bucky’s apartment is following Bucky, then they’ll follow him right to your office door. You’d had a long talk to yourself in the bathroom mirror the other night, however, and decided you weren’t going to let a hypothetical stalker ruin yet another relationship for you. Not that stalkers are common in your life, but using any excuse to distance yourself and cut people out is most definitely your regular MO. Not this time.

That being said, stalkers aren’t common in your life so you are, understandably, fixated by it. You are sure it has something to do with Bucky because you don’t believe in coincidences and the guy literally followed you from Bucky’s apartment. The big question is, was the stalker after Bucky or were they after you? Since you have next to nothing to go on, you aren’t exactly on your way to answering that one yet. But you’ll get there, eventually, and you’ve got some ideas.

In the meantime, you wait for Bucky and attempt to tidy your organised mess. He’s meant to show up at seven on his bike, but seven is going on eight and he’s yet to show. You try not to picture the worst or convince yourself you’re being stood up, even though that’s what it feels like. The one time you give out personal details and he doesn’t show. That would be your luck. You kick a filing drawer closed a bit too harshly, the metal clanging loud in your deafeningly silent office. Whatever. It’s not like anyone is left in the building to judge you because Bucky is over an hour late and every other office in the place is long empty.

You water your desperately dry indoor plants, even the one on top of your bookshelf - a testament to how hard you’re trying to distract yourself from the imminent heartbreak. You stand on tiptoes on your swivel chair to reach the crispy fern, something your dad would yell at you for if he could see you, but he can’t so you just pray the wheels don’t slip out from under you. It’s a very precarious precision for you to be in when someone bangs your office door open and stumbles inside, that’s for sure. You nearly break your entire body falling from the chair, but catch yourself on the bookcase before any real damage can be done.

The invader slams the door shut behind them, making you flinch once again as you spin around to face your would-be attacker. Only it's not someone breaking and entering - it’s Bucky, panting heavily and bleeding from his temple while he turns slowly on his heel and assesses every corner of your tiny office for threats.

“Bucky?” you call out, hesitant to approach and startle him incase it’s not your office that he’s seeing. His dog tags hang out the neck of his t-shirt when they’re usually always carefully tucked under the fabric, and you notice now he’s not just bleeding from his head but somewhere under that shirt as well. He looks over at your voice and it takes a second for him to focus properly on you, shoulders visibly slumping, closing the space in three quick strides.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, pulling you bodily into a crushing hug. You wrap your arms around his waist, carefully holding him in case he’s got even more injuries you can’t see, but he squeezes you so tight you find it hard to breathe. He has one arm around your shoulders, that hand tangled in your hair and he presses your head into his shoulder. You feel him nose into the hair at the crown of your head, breathe in deep, let it out in shudders.

“You’re hurt,” you say into his t-shirt, and he shakes his head while still pressing his face into your scalp.

“M’fine, s’just blood,” he mumbles, barely coherent, so you let it go for the moment. You let him hold you and you hug him back, splaying your palms flat against his back and pressing him impossibly closer to you.

Eventually, you peel yourself from him in order to give him a once over. He smiles down at you like he’s amused, but you hardly find the situation funny when Bucky’s blood is literally all over you, now. You take his hand and make him sit on your swivel chair, spinning uselessly in the middle of the room from where it slid out from under you and rolled away. There’s a first aid kit in a box near the window, because you can never be too careful, and you take to soaking gauze in alcohol solution instead of speaking. You don’t trust what would come out of your mouth right now, anyway.

Luckily, Bucky fills the silence for you. He bites his lip as he looks over at you, taking in the tense set of your shoulders and jerky movements as you dig around for bandages. Then he says, “I got caught up, I really am sorry.”

You nod, but you still don’t speak. Instead you grab your supplies and move over to Bucky, avoiding his eyes as you assess the one wound you can see. Bucky has a thin cut from the corner of his eye to his hairline, shallow but bleeding profusely due to the thin skin there. You suck in a deep breath and start dabbing the soaked gauze on the wound, outside to inside, watching as the white turns coppery red with every swipe. Your stomach twists at the sight, and to your horror, you find you could almost cry.

“Doll,” Bucky says, eyebrows creasing up as if he’s just as upset as you feel. He hooks one big hand around your thigh, tugging until you let him manhandle you onto his lap. “I mean it, I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”

“I don’t care that you were late,” you snap, clenching your jaw until you can get your flash of frustration under control. You drop your hand from his face, curling up further onto Bucky’s lap despite yourself as his arms come round to hug you to his chest. His bloodstained, most likely injured chest. You take a deep breath and ask, “What happened?”

“You wanna know?” Bucky asks. When you finally meet his eyes he doesn’t seem to be shutting down, shutting you out like you expect when it comes to talking about Bucky’s biker lifestyle. He just looks sad, and you let yourself soften just a bit to run your fingers down his jaw.

Bucky’s eyes flutter closed when you touch him, and you say, “I already told you - I just wanna know. No secrets.”

“No secrets,” Bucky affirms, smiling as he opens his eyes again. The corners are tight, though, as he starts to explain. “One of the things we do - the gang, y’know - is run protection details. Me and Sam were on it, supposed to be a simple job, but we got shitty intel and ended up having to fight our way out of a crappy spot. We got out, finished the job, but it definitely didn’t go to plan. ”

“Protection for what?” you ask. This is the most open Bucky has ever been when talking about his gang, so you’re not going to pass up this opportunity for a bit more information.

“For who,” Bucky corrects, smiling at you like he knows what you’re doing. He starts stroking up and down your shoulder blades as he talks, soothing the both of you it seems. “Rich businessmen, low-level politicians, mob affiliates - anyone who’s got a target on their back and need to get from point A to point B. They’re easy jobs for us ex-army guys and they pay well.”

“Better pay than fixing cars, I bet,” you say. Your attempt at levity works and Bucky grins. The way it makes his face turn young and open is so at odds with the trickle of blood down his cheek.

“Gotta be able to pay for your drinks somehow,” he says, and you slap his shoulder. He mock-winces and says, “Hey! I’m bleeding, ya gotta be nice to me.”

“Don’t gotta do shit,” you mumble, reminding you to press the gauze you’re still holding back on the wound on his temple to stem some of the bleeding. He hisses for real this time, the sting of the alcohol probably burning a bit, especially so close to his eye. You press a kiss to his cheek and in apology and Bucky hums, tightening his grip around your body to hold you close again.

“M’sorry I ruined our night,” he says, “I wish I could promise it won’t happen again, but I can’t.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you say, and he meets your eyes, slightly confused. You smile and say, “Not when you’re hurt. I know what I signed up for, I just want you to be ok.”

“What if, one day, I’m not ok?” Bucky asks, serious now, and you take your time before you answer him. His cut is clean of dried blood, and it’s stopped oozing any more. You doubt it’ll get infected so you should bandage it up but you can’t make yourself move from Bucky’s lap. Not just yet.

“I’ll fix you up,” you say. “That’s what we’re doing, right? Taking care of each other.”

Bucky blinks, once, as if allowing your words to download in his brain like a data file. Then he kisses you. He slides a hand up to cradle your head and presses soft, slow kisses to your lips like he’s got all the time in the world. He came storming in like a hurricane but now you’re in the eye, calm and quiet settling over you both as you cup his jaw and kiss into him all the tenderness you're too afraid to say. You mend his bleeding head and adrenaline-addled heart while he soothes your fear. Taking care of each other, and it feels nice to let someone else do that for once.

You know what Bucky is leaving out. The I hurt people admission, the fact he might have killed someone tonight, that the blood on his shirt isn’t just his. You really thought you’d care more - about the not knowing, about the truth of it, about everything. But he’s breathing and alive underneath you, trailing kisses and stubble burn from your mouth to your cheek to your temple, and all of those superfluous details become white noise. You’re surprised to find the simple fact that Bucky is alright is enough to supersede all the gaps you would usually itch to fill.

Bucky spins you both, tucking your legs up closer so you don’t overbalance as he looks around your office in a dizzying circle. A spike of nerves makes you feel sick for a second but Bucky smiles as he looks around, like he’s pleased with this part of your life he’s been able to see, and it makes you feel less afraid.

“This is where the magic happens, huh?” he asks, and you laugh at his teasing. “It’s very normal.”

“What did you expect? Like ‘Sherlock Holmes’ or something?” you ask. Bucky shrugs, mouth twitching like he’s trying not to laugh.

“Maybe,” he says, then squints at you like he’s considering something. “So, no violin?”

“No violin, and no Mrs Hudson. I make my own tea,” you say, grinning up at Bucky even though he’s being stupid.

“Yeah, right,” Bucky snorts, “Pour your own wine, you mean.”

“Are you calling me a drunk?” you gasp, reeling back from Bucky and almost sending yourself off his lap and onto the floor. Bucky grips you tighter, laughing at the offence written all over your face, and then extracts an arm to point meaningfully at the half empty bottle of red by the side of your desk.

“The evidence speaks for itself,” he says. You fold your arms in a huff, if only to have him kiss the top of your head in a silent apology.

“You stick to the gang stuff, I’ll stick to the investigating,” you huff, and Bucky kisses you again until you wipe the frown from your face.

“Alright, smart girl,” he says. He stands, holding you up like it’s nothing and you can’t deny how hot that is, even if he is being condescending to you right now. He sets you down on your feet and smooths out your jacket, the warmth of his hands seeping through the leather as they pass over your shoulders and down your arms. He links his fingers into one of your hands, smiling down at you, and says, “Can we rain check dinner? I think I need a shower.”

Bucky stands unnaturally close to you as you lock up your office and head out, scanning the street while you lock the back door and set the alarm system for the building. He takes your hand wordlessly and leads you to his bike, parked haphazardly on the sidewalk and just begging for a ticket. He hands you a helmet but is looking over your shoulder, not at you, and both of those things are worrying - you’ve never known Bucky to wear a helmet, let alone offer you one. You didn’t know he owned one. You feel fidgety, your skin crawling like you’re being watched, and Bucky must feel it too because he’s a bit rough in manhandling you onto the bike as quickly as possible.

“Bucky,” you say, and he twists around to give you a clinical once over - much like you’d done to him when he’d come to you bloody and breathless. You feel sick to your stomach, guilt and fear twisting in your gut, as you ask, “Do you think someone followed you here?”

Bucky’s face is impassive, but you’d like to think you know him well enough to read the tick by the corner of his eyes as a silent, muttered, shit. He licks his lips and says, “I can’t know the answer to that for sure.”

“But there’s a chance,” you say, and your heart is hammering so loud you barely hear your own voice. If someone finds your office then they find you, and the carefully constructed bubble of anonymity you’ve created is shattered in the space of a second. But you knew that, that’s what Bucky asked you on his couch - will you stay? Knowing Bucky is the antithesis of your comfort zone, will you stay anyway?

“Nothing is going to happen to you,” Bucky says definitively. You scan his eyes for trace of a lie but there is none. Bucky’s jaw is set, and he reaches up to grip your chin and hold your gaze on his, making sure you hear him. “Just like you said - we take care of each other. I’ll always take care of you.”

You let out a shaky breath, one you hadn’t known you’d been holding, and Bucky kisses the trill of fear away. You feel like you’ve dived off a cliff face, Bucky holding your hand all the way down the precipice of trust you’d promised yourself you’d never cross. But Bucky promises he’ll take care of you and god, it’s stupid but you want him to. You want his to be the arms you land in at the end of this free-fall. Even if, given who Bucky is, that’s the most dangerous place to be.

“Speaking of no secrets,” you say, more of mumble into his mouth than anything. Bucky pulls away, adorably puppy-like look of confusion on his face, and your stomach twists with guilt. “Remember the night of the party? At Sam’s bar?”

Bucky nods. He’s twisted uncomfortably on the seat of his bike and the helmet you’ve yet to put on is digging in o your stomach where you’re holding it. This isn’t the best place to be having this conversation but Bucky’s promise has made you brave, and if you don’t go against your own word now you never will. Not once have you ever spilled details of a case before you’d cracked it. This isn’t a case, you have to remind yourself. This is your life.

“That morning, when I left,” you say, omitting the fact it’s the first time you ever used his front door and will most certainly be the last, “someone followed me from your building. I shook them off, but they were waiting for me to leave and I don’t know if they were casing your apartment or if they were there for me, or what. I’m sorry, I should’ve told you, I just-“

“You just what?” Bucky doesn’t sound angry. Worse, he sounds cold. Shut down, clinical, and the way his face has pinched off makes your heart break.

“I didn’t know if I could trust you,” you say, looking down at your lap to avoid the way he’s looking at you like a stranger. Saying it out loud makes it sound so much worse, but it’s the truth and Bucky deserves that at least. “To be honest, I’m still not sure. But I want to. If I’m going to trust anyone, I want it to be you.”

It’s several moments before you’re brave enough to meet Bucky’s eyes again. He is coming back to you slowly, the shutters pulling up from his eyes as confusion seeps out. He scans your face and says, “Usually I would tell you that’s a really stupid idea, but I think you already know that.”

“Stupid ideas are kind of my thing,” you say, and that makes Bucky smile. Relief is bone deep, hits so hard you could slump from the bike in a pile of goo. He’s not mad. In fact, he leans forward in what must be a truly uncomfortable twist to press his forehead against yours and closes his eyes, breathes in deep. You follow suit, so ridiculously relieved you still get to do this while simultaneously trying to control the adrenaline rush from handing over what feels like you’re entire life to someone else.

All your life it feels like it’s always been you versus the world. Your dad raised you that way, to rely on no one but yourself so you can never be let down, not even him. It feels wrong on a cellular level to trust Bucky like you are so blindly doing. Every instinct screams at you to run, to figure this out on your own, that Bucky would normally be one of your main suspects in a regular case. But here you are, showing Bucky all your cards, hoping against hope that you won’t live to regret it.

“No more secrets,” Bucky says, and you nod. You feel his eyelashes tangle with yours as you move, pressed so close like this, and you open your eyes to stare at the veiny lids covering his. “Next time someone follows you, you tell me.”

“Yes sir,” you say, grinning at the warning pinch he gives to your hip.

“Let’s go to the shop,” Bucky says, pulling away from you and turning back to gun his bike to life. “The guys can help us figure this stalker shit out.”

“The guys?” you ask, and your chest does something painfully restrictive at the thought of letting more people in. “As in, everyone? Like, your gang?”

Bucky laughs, like the way you say ‘gang’ is so goddamn amusing, and throws you one last look over his shoulder. You tug the helmet on as he revs the bike, suddenly regretting every other time you’ve gotten on this thing without one, as Bucky says, “Yeah, doll, my gang. That’s kinda the whole point - we help each other out.”

You hadn’t really thought of it like that before. Truthfully, your mind had been filled with shady drug deals and bloody fights, turf wars and tattoos and angry men on bikes. Bucky’s friends and the nights you’ve spent with them seem like a different world, the joy and love entirely removed from the illegal life Bucky leads outside of your reach, but you have to remind yourself - they’re one and the same. Your Bucky cannot be removed from the biker you’ve been kept seperate from.

Clinging to Bucky’s waist, you say, “Sounds very after school special for a gang, tough guy.”

You can practically see Bucky grinning just by looking at the back of his head as takes off, the streets of Brooklyn peeling away as heads for White Wolf Mechanics. Your anxiety and fear sheds off as well, floating away in strips down the tarmac like an outer layer of skin. You feel vulnerable, all new and exposed as you hold Bucky close so you don’t fall. That’s what makes it feel bearable - Bucky’s back against your cheek, the hand he places over yours against his stomach when you pull up at a red light. His promise, echoing under the rumble of the bike beneath you. I’ll always take care of you.

~~~

The shop looks closed from the outside, but you can hear a low bass-line from the street and people laughing somewhere inside. Bucky brings you round the back, the roller doors out front closed this time, and into the back rooms you’d yet to see since that first visit a few weeks ago. To your left you see what must be Bucky’s office, but the room he tugs you to looks more like a bachelor pad living room than a mechanics break room.

Sam and Steve lay sprawled on leather couches, beers open on the coffee table made of old crates stacked together. The Killers pumps through a very, very nice sound system which Natasha is quietly singing along to where she lays on top of the pool table, legs kicking off the edge to the beat. Her beer rests on her stomach, rising and falling with every breath, and she doesn’t even raise her head as she waves at the two of you entering. Sam lifts the icepack from his eye to look at you, grinning wide, and kicks Steve in the shin to get his attention.

“Barnes is back,” he says, rolling his eyes as Steve blearily blinks awake from what was clearly an unplanned nap. Steve focuses on you and Bucky, eyebrows drawn down in confusion, and Sam adds, “and he’s brought his girl.”

“Shouldn’t you be at dinner or something?” Steve asks, then seems to remember himself and smiles all big and perfect at you. “It’s great to see you again, by the way.”

“Quit brown-nosing, it’s embarrassing,” Sam says, and throws his icepack at Steve’s head. He swats it away, squawking at the wetness it leaves behind on his hand and cheek, which makes Sam grin.

“I need a beer for this,” Bucky mutters so only you can hear, which makes you smile. You lead the way to the minibar in the corner, right by the bookshelf full of video games and the cardboard cut-out of Guy Fieri (you don’t want to ask). Bucky follows, grabbing your hand and tugging you back into his chest as you walk - even without the watchful eyes of the other gang affiliates which usually follow you at his parties, Bucky seems hell bent on making sure everyone knows who you’re here with. Even his closest friends.

You can’t say you entirely mind.

“So, to what do we owe the pleasure?” Natasha asks. She’s sat up now, twisting on the pool table to face you both as Bucky grabs you some beers. Sam and Steve still continue to argue about nonsense on the couches and are ignored by the three of you for the moment. However, they stop bickering as soon as Bucky speaks again.

“Someone’s been watching my building,” he says. The silence is thick, and you feel almost guilty for ruining their fun night with your stalker woes. Bucky hands you a beer and looks at you pointedly, eyebrows raised. You take a sip before you follow his not-so-subtle direction to start talking.

“I was followed home the morning after Sam’s party at the bar,” you say. You have the full attention of Bucky’s closest friends, and you can’t help but feel a little intimidated. You take a deep breath and decide to look at the situation like you were debriefing a client on a case - remove yourself from the equation. “There was a man smoking against the building next to Bucky’s. He followed me about four blocks before I lost him. He was over six foot, caucasian, brown hair and stubble.”

“Sounds like every white guy,” Sam says. “You could be describing Bucky, for all we know.”

“Yes,” you say, frowning. “If I was putting a tail on someone, I would make them very nondescript. Makes sense, right?”

“And you’re sure he was following you?” Natasha asks. You glance at her, but she doesn’t look like she’s condescending you or anything. Surprisingly, she looks like she believes you far more than the other two men in the room. Maybe your trial by fire proved to her you know what you’re talking about, so you nod.

“Definitely. Either he knew I was there and was waiting for me to leave, or he was watching Bucky’s apartment and would have followed anyone who came out of it. Without more information I can’t be sure if he was there for me or Bucky.”

“You’ve never seem him before?” Steve asks. You shake your head, and he says, “Could you describe him a bit more detailed? I might be able to draw him.”

“Sure,” you shrug. “Or, we can just wait until he shows up at Bucky’s again and follow him.”

Bucky does not like that idea at all. He practically growls, grabbing your elbow and turning you to face him as he glares at you. Roughly, he says, “Are you fucking insane?”

“What?” Mildly annoyed, you tug your arm from Bucky’s grip and say, “If this was a case, that’s what I would do.”

“This isn’t a case. This guy is going to be a hell of a lot more dangerous than some rich businessman cheating on his wife,” Bucky says, voice raised to an almost shout in one of the quickest escalations you’ve ever seen.

A switch flips in your brain, and you see red.

“Thank you for the condescending analysis, Bucky,” you snap. You ignore Sam’s muttered ‘oh shit!’ for your own health and sanity. “But you have no idea the kind of people I’ve dealt with in my life. I can manage a fairly mediocre stalker.”

“A fairly mediocre stalker who works for someone who won’t hesitate to use your hamstrings as handcuffs,” Bucky hisses. He steps towards you, chest brushing yours as he breaths deep and ragged, and oh- there’s the Bucky you’d been missing. The guy who’s still wearing clothes stained with blood, most of it not his, angry in an incandescent kind of way which reminds you he could hurt you in many more ways than just a broken heart. He leans down to say into your face, “This isn’t something you fuck around with, alright? There’s a reason why I’ve kept this world from you.”

“I thought we said no secrets?” you say, raising your eyebrows. You will yourself to hold your ground, even if you are shaking like a leaf and your words come out soft in the face of his anger. Like you’d poked a pin in his chest, Bucky deflates. He backs off of you, face crumbling from anger to guilt as quickly as he built himself up there.

“I won’t let you get hurt because of me,” he says, shaking his head. The switch in your brain flips back, all indignation and pride fading away. He’s still trying to take care of you, just like he promised. Already it’s abundantly clear you’re not going to make that easy for him, and you wonder how long it will take until he gets sick of trying.

“This isn’t going to work if you don’t trust me,” you say, gesturing between you. “I let you into my world, now it’s your turn. I know it’s dangerous - I could have left, remember? But I’m here. So let me be here.”

“If someone touches you-“

“I’ll get over it,” you say. Bucky stares at you like you’re crazy, and maybe you are, but it’s true. “You said you were going to take care of me - how’re you gonna do that from all the way over there?”

You don’t mean the other side of the room, the valley of the pool table and the metaphorical arms-length which which he’s keeping between you. There’s only so much Bucky can hide from you before you either dive right in or walk away. This is the turning point.

“Fine,” he says. He looks physically pained as he scrubs a hand over his cropped hair, but at least he’s not angry anymore. “I still think thats a fucking stupid idea.”

“Like I said,” you say, offering him a smile he shakily returns, “stupid ideas are kind of my thing.”

“Uh, can I say something?” Sam asks, breaking the illusion that it was only the two of you in the room for that particular argument. You both turn to look at him, and he almost backs down with the weight of both your gaze. He carries on, however, saying, “I’m glad you guys have had this breakthrough in your relationship, but that doesn’t really help us in figuring out who this guy is. Or who he works for. Or why he followed you. Or how he knows where Bucky lives in the first place.”

“We could go around and ask,” Steve says, shrugging at Natasha’s eyeroll. “What? Baseball bats really jog people’s memories.”

“Why don’t we ask the private investigator for some expert advice,” Natasha says, giving you a look that seems to say men, right? You’re still trying to get your head around the image of Steve threatening someone with a baseball bat when you’ve seen him with his own puke on his jumper singing Sweet Caroline into a toilet bowl.

“Well,” you begin, darting Bucky a look but he seems to be listening and not getting ready to yell at you again, “since apparently following the guy is off the table for now, I would start with me and Bucky. Enemies, bad blood, someone with an axe to grind. Pull at some threads and see what happens.”

“That shouldn’t be hard,” Sam says, “Bucky’s got more enemies than friends.”

“So do we all, punk,” Bucky grumbles, glaring at Sam. “We’re in a gang.”

“This ain’t about me.” Sam holds his hands up in mock innocence, grinning big like he gets unrivalled joy from making Bucky’s face do the twitchy, dark thing it’s doing right now. The impact is somewhat lessened by the swollen, black eye Sam’s sporting from the mission gone wrong today, you assume, but it doesn’t curb his enthusiasm.

“I can put together a list of the most recent run-in’s you’ve had by tomorrow,” Natasha says to Bucky, ignoring the bickering with practiced ease. “Until then, we should put some protection on your building.”

“You guys have bodyguards?” you ask before your brain can tell you that’s a dumb fucking question. All three of them laugh, Bucky hooking an arm around your shoulder to ruffle your hair as he tugs you into his side. Point taken, you think as you pout under Bucky’s arm.

“I’ll stay in the spare room,” Steve says, swinging himself off the couch to his full, ginormous height. That image of him with the baseball bat starts to take a bit more shape in your mind, and you don’t doubt for a second he could offer some extra protection where the stalker is concerned. To you, he asks, “You don’t mind if I third wheel?”

“It’s not my apartment,” you say, attempting to hide your blush under the weight of Bucky’s arm. You are unsuccessful, if Sam’s smirk is anything to go by.

“We’ll survive one night, punk,” Bucky says, giving you a squeeze. “Or just buy some earplugs.”

“Gross!” Sam cries, flailing an arm around. “Too much information!”

You have a feeling akin to whiplash at how well these people are taking a stalker and potential threat on their lives. Joking around, Steve fake-moaning just to make Sam scream, Natasha laughing until tears form in her eyes at the antics of two grown men chasing each other around the couches like school children. Glancing up at Bucky and the warm look he’s giving them all, you suppose it must be lot less scary to face something like that with friends. Family, you think, as Sam crash-tackles Steve into the couch and smothers his face with a pillow.

“You’ll be alright?” Natasha’s soft voice manages to scare you, jolting under Bucky’s hold as you turn from watching Steve and Sam to find her right by Bucky’s other side. She’s looking up at him, lips pressed into a firm line, and you remember the last time you were here - James is the only family I have. Maybe some are taking this development a bit easier than others.

“Always am,” Bucky says, using his free arm to punch her lightly on the shoulder. She gets him back, much harder, and you feel Bucky wince away from her and into your side. “Serious, Natashenka. I’ll be fine.”

“Good,” she says. Smirking, she adds, “I’ll kill you if you aren’t.”

You look back to Steve and Sam before they can notice you eavesdropping, a hot, honey-thick feeling melting through your skin. You want to know what that feels like in a way which burns; to have people who have your back like that, and your dad doesn’t count because he literally has to. You understood Bucky’s gang even less than you originally thought - he’s not just a biker, a criminal, a hit man or an ex-army vet turned enforcer, whatever the case may be. He’s a guy doing what he has to do to protect the people he loves, because he’s surrounded by them. You’ve never had to protect anyone but yourself.

You tuck yourself closer into Bucky’s side, letting the warmth and smell of him consume you. That’s gonna change, you think. This feeling in your chest is telling you that change is already happening.

~~~

Steve does not have to get ear plugs to survive the night, and you make both him and Bucky coffee before you head off. Shower, new clothes, work - all that normal people stuff you have to do. Steve, golden in the morning sun with the brightest smile on his face, and Bucky’s moody scowl at the early hour and dark rings under his eyes, wave you goodbye. You kiss Bucky’s pout before you go, letting him grab your ass for a second before you slip away.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” he says, and Steve snorts like there’s some joke you’re missing.

“I’ll go out the laundry window,” you say, as if this is a new development and not your usual routine. “Nobody’s gonna follow me, promise.”

“Hmph,” is all Bucky says and then you’re really gone, racing down the stairs and out the window like you always do.

Sorry Bucky, you silently think towards his apartment as instead of making to cut through the gym parking lot, you wrap back around his building and scan the street from behind the bins. Sure enough, opposite Bucky’s building with a baseball cap on and another cigarette, stands the same dude who followed you the first time. You really weren’t lying - stupid ideas are kind of your thing.

You make sure you’re hidden by a group of pedestrians as you slip out the side alley of Bucky’s apartment building and walk away from your stalker. He doesn’t notice, and you manage to walk a block and cross the road without him any the wiser. Your roles have switched as you hang out at the news-agency a few doors down from where he’s waiting, pretending to flick through a magazine. It’s easy to take a few picture of him over the top of the page with your phone, grainy but useable for when you show Bucky later.

You can deal with Bucky being angry at you, because you know how to do your job and this is the most efficient way to get intel. It’s always easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.

Eventually, you watch your stalker watch Bucky and Steve leave his building. It’s 9AM and they head to their respective bikes, revving off down the street in the general direction of Steve’s tattoo shop. Your man hunches his shoulders and pulls out his phone, taps into it for a bit, before he walks off in the opposite direction to Bucky and Steve. Not following them, then. Your stomach twists as you fall into pace a few people behind him. Just following you.

He gets on the subway, which makes it very difficult for you to remain unnoticed but you manage to sit at the internal doors in the next carriage and watch him through those. He gets on his phone again, talking to someone with evident frustration if his clenched jaw and balled fist is anything to go by. He gets off in Manhattan, walks a few blocks, before ducking into a darkly lit bar called the Lerna. You decide it’s probably best not to follow him there, but you snap a few photos on your phone of the bar before doubling back out to Brooklyn.

You call Bucky as you go, a bit jittery at the incoming argument you know you’ve created, but you can’t help but feel it will be worth it. Now you have something to actually go off - a face, a name, some concrete facts. Much better than stabbing around in the dark. A few rings go by before Bucky picks up, saying, “Miss me already?”

“Get over yourself, tough guy,” you say, but you’re smiling. Maybe you do miss him already, just a bit. You were so focused on getting your information you didn’t get to fully savour Bucky this morning, all tanned muscles and tattoos, all yours. You force yourself to ruin the moment by saying, “I’ve got some information for you.”

“Me too,” he says, which surprises you. “Nat’s gotten together some potential candidates for your stalker. Have you got time to come to Steve’s tattoo place?”

“Sure,” you say, beginning to pick at your nails as the nerves set in.

There’s a beat of silence before Bucky must realise what you’d said before, and he doesn’t sound nearly as light and playful anymore “You said you had information? On what?”

“I’ll just show you when I get there,” you rush out, closing your eyes at the way Bucky sucks in a breath like he already knows what you’ve done. “Don’t be mad.”

“Oh, I’m not mad,” he says, as if through gritted teeth. “I’m fucking livid. Please tell me you didn’t follow that guy this morning.”

“Ok, I won’t tell you,” you say. “See you in twenty.”

“You’re dead meat,” he says before you hang up.

It could’ve gone worse, you muse as you round the corner to the subway station. Sure, Bucky threatened you with lethal violence and sounded even angrier than he’d gotten at the shop yesterday, but you can still imagine him smiling at his phone as you hung up the same way you’re smiling at yours now.

You text him the photos with a quick, Don’t say I never do anything for you xx

A minute after the photos deliver, Bucky is calling you again. You frown down at his caller ID, confused - you were on your way, why is he calling you back already? But before you answer that question, someone grabs your arm and tugs you away from the subway steps and into an alley instead. His grip is bruising, unbreakable, even as you scream and kick before he shoves a gun into your neck and you fall deathly silent.

“Scream and you’re dead,” the man says, hot on your ear. You can’t shudder away, his vice grip too tight and the cold steel on your jugular paralysing. You twist a bit to look behind you despite yourself, your stomach bottoming out at the familiar face which grins back at you. Baseball cap, brown hair, stubble - just like any other white guy. He sneers at you and says, “Not so clever now, huh?”

All you can hear, as your stalker marches you down the alley and into a waiting SUV with a gun to your back, is Bucky’s voice yelling this isn’t something you fuck around with. You’d let him say ‘I told you’ so a thousand times if it meant you got out of this alive. Hopefully, the phone tucked into your back pocket will be enough to save you. You hope Bucky is listening, the call you just managed to answer still catching the grunted conversation your kidnappers are having. You’ve never needed someone before, but god, do you hope Bucky’s got you now.

Part 6

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky x reader fic #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes fic #biker!bucky #biker au #avengers fic #marvel fic #reader insert #pov fic #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #sam wilson #11 hours #bucky barnes x reader fic #biker!bucky fic

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normal-thoughts-official · 3 years ago

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I see so many people saying that lydia was/is a qUeEn and a hEro for being okay when alec kissed magnus at 'their wedding' but like...She knew that alec had feeling for magnus before the wedding and still was going to go ahead and marry him which meant that alec well them both would've been unhappy🤷🏽‍♀

I just don't like lydia tbf, she kinda rubbed me the wrong way but that might be just me😕

diaiduahs ok so i debated with myself whether or not to answer this question for like 0.3 seconds before i realized that wait a minute, i have never shut the fuck up about what i think ever in my life. who am i kidding. but anyway fair warning that my opinion on lydia is pretty unpopular among "both sides" of that debate (i don't think there are ever just two sides to any issue but anyway)

also warning that i'm not dissing you or your ask in particular, just giving my opinion based on what i've seen and heard on this debate in the fandom

here's the thing. i don't think she did wrong by accepting alec's marriage proposal. i wouldn't say she did right either, in my opinion her choice was pretty morally neutral

because it would have been different if alec had no choice on the matter and she chose it knowing it would make him miserable. but that's not what happened at all

alec did have a choice. in fact, the fact that he proposed to lydia was something that made his parents (who are the main responsibles for his closeting) fucking pissed. he wasn't doing it to please them; he was doing it as part of his own plan

and again, don't get me wrong, i'm not saying that this wasn't extremely traumatic and awful to him. he wouldn't have even considered it if it weren't for the awful conditions of his closeting and abuse, and he would have been miserable for the rest of his life. but alec had agency. he wasn't helpless. he was making a decision based on the shit conditions that he was in, trying to ensure his own safety and success. the conditions were horrible, but every decision we make is based on the environment we are in. and acting as if lydia was somehow forcing him into this marriage is acting as if alec didn't have autonomy to make his own choices, which i think is pretty unfair to him

one more time! i'm not saying it isn't fucked up that he had to make that decision. i know that ppl a lot of times say "lol it was their choice" regarding ppl staying in the closet to wave off the trauma of closeting and debates about queerphobia in general. the closet wouldn't even be a choice that's presented if queerphobia didn't exist. no one's choises exist in a vacuum, we are all dealing with the material conditions of our lives, and queerphobia is a huge part of that; one that makes the best choices for us impossible. so like, no, he wasn't BY ANY MEANS 100% free to choose what he wanted. but he DID have agency in his decision to propose to her

besides, what was she supposed to say? "no ur gay lol"? it's not like outing him would have been an amazing move. and of course she could have said no and not said that it's because alec is gay and would never be happy with a woman, but honestly, what the fuck kind of right does she have to make that choice for him? she doesn't even know him. she has no right to tell him what he should do with the plate of shit that homophobia and abuse has handed to him, especially when he obviously is trying to keep his agency and have control over his situation and choosing to marry lydia was a part of that. again, maryse was pissed. when alec chose to marry lydia, he was doing it for himself

what would have happened if she had said no? he would have ended up marrying another girl. and probably one that his parents picked, not him. like, let's please give alec credit here. he chose to stay in the closet, but he was fighting being just a pawn in his parents' game from the start. and it's not like either of them had any illusions about what this marriage was; it was a business arrangement at best. alec called it a partnership. they both just wanted to use that situation to their favor. and in shadowhunter culture, that's normal (i'm not saying that's a good thing, just that it's a fact that influences her decision to say yes as well). like, do you think maryse and robert loved each other? we haven't really seen any other shadowhunter marriages so i can't say for others, but it sounds to me like marriages of convenience were pretty standard. if i were alec, id probably be relieved that she had said yes, because then they'd both be in a situation where they knew exactly what they were getting into and he didn't want to pretend

and don't get me wrong, i'm not saying she did alec a favor or some shit. i'm just saying i can't really see how she is doing him harm in that situation, and that i think this take is taking away a lot of alec's agency and if i were him i'd be pretty pissed about that lol

but tHEN we have the Lydia Stans who ALSO take his agency just as much with this absolute nonsense take that she was a "hero" because she "let" him call off the marriage. excuse me lol? he wasn't hers for her to "let" him do anything. what could she even DO to "not let" him kiss magnus? at best, she could have thrown a tantrum. which would have been pretty ugly, but like. pointless. she can't make him stay and if she had tried to this would make her a fucking asshole and a villain. but the fact that she wasn't a villain doesn't make her a hero lmao

she did the bare minimum! sure, she was gracious about it, it was nice that she said that he deserved to be happy, but still the bare minimum. it was alec's choice, not hers. she doesn't have any right to force him into this marriage, and she didn't have the means to, either, which is part of why i think her choice to accept his proposal was morally neutral

and god it's annoying as hell that ppl act as if she was doing some kind of favor by not being incredibly violent and homophobic and trying to force him into a marriage with her lol? like not being homophobic should be the least we expect. and again, alec can make his own choices. he didn't need her permission to do jack shit

so when it comes to the whole alec situation, i'm pretty neutral towards lydia. it's whatever. she was barely there for that plotline anyway. when it comes to the doyalist perspective of it all, i am pissed as hell that she seems to be so popular within the fandom as if she did something incredible or whatever, but my feelings towards her as a person/character would have been pretty neutral

but tHEN we have the fact that "both sides" of this debate openly and completely ignore all the other fucked up shit she did, like trying to arrest izzy for saving a downworlder's life (idc if she changed her mind, it was still gross) or her openly racist comments. her comment about raj should "cut back on the smartass after being manhandled by a warlock" was one of the racist comments that stuck with me the most in tHE WHOLE ENTIRE SHOW, because like. what??? warlocks are literally immortal powerful beings with access to magic shadowhunters can't DREAM of. and the "warlock" she's talking about is MAGNUS BANE, not only one of the most powerful of them, but someone that she supposedly admires??? like, my god, she was all but fangirling about him coming to the institute and then it's like. wow raj how could you lose to someone so inferior

like are you kidding me???? tell me how this comment makes ANY sense whatsoever unless you are the most shadowhunter supremacist person to have ever lived. there is no reason at all to presume that losing to a warlock is humiliating (especially considering how them powerful they are) unless you believe that shadowhunters should be inherently better than them at everything

but we never talk about that, now do we

so...... the super lydia-positive corner of the fandom annoys me to no end but overall this whole discussion just tires me from "both sides". i don't like her, and i hate that she is so loved when the shit she did is ignored and most of the stanning comes from a pretty belittling vision of alec anyway, but i also think the anti-lydia side focuses entirely on the wrong issues regarding her character

#this isnt me dissing you anon im just giving my opinion on the subject #salt #anti lydia branwell #anti sh fandom #ask #anonymous #q #anti lydia stans

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tellywoodtrash · 4 years ago

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immj2 25.11.20 lb

new day, new title card.

dadi and angre gotta be dumb as rocks to see her sitting here like this and think she actually wants any part of what’s happening.

UNF YAAAAAAAAAAAS BABY WORK THE F OUTTA THAT BOD SHOW ME THOSE GUNSSSSSSSSSS MMHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

he’s thinking out loud about how the amount he asked for it waaaaay too much, but riddhima is a deadly combination of intelligence and beauty or some shit and honestly, boy.....

just stop talking and do more pushups, you himbo.

mmmmm yessss.

this fucker really asking for it haan.

mummy looks really pretty today. they should always style her hair like this.

anyway just the usual dhamkis of main tumhari saas banne waali hoon, saans lena mushkil kardoongi, welcome to hell, etc. etc.

oh i like ishani’s sari. also are they giving her denim jackets to subconsciously twin her with vihaan???

lmao angre having a freakout thinking she’s gonna consume the poison. he doesn’t know her at alllllllllllll, does he?

“yeh poison riddhima ke liye hai. main jaane dene waalon mein se nahi, LENE waalon mein se hoon.” LMAO YAAAAAAAAAS GIRLLLLLLLLLLLL

lmaooooooooooo she stormed off saying she’s gonna give it to riddhima no matter what. i honestly love her.

dang ishani works fast.

at first i was kinda surprised to see him so worried about riddhima; then he started yelling about how she can’t ruin his plan like this and yup...... sounds about right.

askldslkdjslkjdaslkjdlsakjdlkasjdlaskjdlaskjdlaskj RIDDHIMA SOMETIMES, JUST SOME TIMES, I LOVE YOUR PETTY ASSSSSSSSSSSSSS

lmaoooooooooooooo behen ne wholesale mein mangaa rakha hai zeher ki sheeshiyaan.

9 pm ka shubh muhurat has been given. aa jaana laash dekhne, it seems.

lmao kabir you dumbass, what is the point of brandishing a gun at someone who’s threatening to kill themselves???

she’s like kar hi kya loge? you’ll kill dadi or ishani and the baby. once i’m dead why the fuck would that matter to me?????? my death = none of these relationships exist anymore.

the face of a dude who has no leverage left anymore.

she’s like being married to you would be the worst punishment ever, and i would rather embrace the sweet release of death instead. Big Mood, sis.

and then i’ll meet vansh. and we’ll have hot ghost sex in the sky. istg that’s legit what she said. (“wahaan aasmaan mein humaara milan hoga.”)

ugh manhandling pe utar aaya hai. kabir you’re asking to be curb stomped. i hope ishani does it to you reallllllll soon.

she’s like fine ok i’ll marry you but i have a condition.

lmao there’s the face i watch his character forrrrrrrrrrr. i loveeeeeeee when he gets frustrated!!!!!

wipe alllllllll of vansh’s police records. destroy every single bit of proof you have against him. in one hour.

and i should do this, why???????

coz.....................

lmaooooooooooooo. honestly, i love how she’s just pulling them out from anywhere and everywhere. she should do a magic trick and pull one out from behind his ear next.

reminds him some more of how she won’t die alone, she’ll take his dreams of having all this with her.

he’s gotta be stupid as fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk to do what she says. that too without making copies and shit. so so so fucking stupid.

ishani is still here, just yelling about poisoning riddhima, while udhar usne ek rehearsal bhi kar liya aur live event ka invitation bhi de diya chief guest ko.

angre’s like calm tf down, b. i’m mad af too rn, but how is killing her gonna solve anything?

he says we’ve lost 1.5 people already. we don’t want one more dead body on our hands. we have to think carefully to figure out this big game. itna dimaag hai tum mein angre, toh why the fuck can’t you see riddhima is clearly being forced into it???? you don’t even bother to go have a convo with her about it??????

“hum vansh bhai ko nyaay dilaakar hi rahenge.” how, exactly?????? coz right now, as far and ishani (and i) can see, you’re not doing shitttttttt around here, other than glaring at everyone.

bhai waaaaaaah. jo vansh bhai jeete-jee nahi kar sake, mar ke kar gaye. good for them. i’m cautiously excited for their team up.

HOW DOES SHE KNOW THAT THIS IS EVERYTHING HE HAS????? HOW DOES SHE KNOW HE DOESN’T HAVE COPIES?!!? THERE’S LITERALLY NO WAY OF CONFIRMING IT!!!!!!!

he’s like vansh is dead anyway, so what’s the point of this????

she’s like his aatma will get shaanti. sure. coz he seems like the kinda dude who’ll be very very chill in the afterlife. sitting up there playing harps, he is.

the amounttttttt of confidence he has that vansh will never come back when they didn’t even find a body! THEY DIDN’T EVEN FIND THE ONE THAT VIHAAN CREMATED TO KINDA POINT TO IT AND BE LIKE OK WE GOT PROOF THAT HE’S DEAD. HOW THE HELL IS HE SOOOOOO BLOODY SURE!?!!?!

again, i don’t get HER confidence that this is all the proof and that vansh’s record has been wiped clean and his name has been cleared. first off, kabir’s a inspector or something; i’m pretty sure he didn’t even have the power to expunge records like that. and that was before he went rogue and got suspended. SECOND, BITCH, WHO DOESN’T KEEP COPIES OF LITERALLY EVERYTHING IN THE CLOUD THESE DAYS???????? anyway, whatever, let her enjoy this khushfehmi for tonight, i guess.

this manhoos ghadi she gave him. the nishaani of all the doom and gloom.

ooooooooooooh i get BOTH my hotties working out and all sweaty in this ep. OH HAPPY DAY!

mommy’s turn to be complacent and take riddhima too easy. these fuckers will never learn.

shit i think i put nazar on his skin yest. he’s breaking out. or it might be the stress of marrying riddhima. ask the previous one, how much of a headache she was on an hourly basis. why would you willingly do this to yourself, pal????????

meanwhile this chick has broken some FD or some shit and arranged 50L in 24 hours, to go get her own husband to come into his own damn house and act like himself. such a fucking ghaate ka sauda. mature hone deti FD ko, toh inn saare manhooson ko peeche chod ke nayi zindagi shuru kar sakti thi. *sigh* whatever sis, your loss.

#ishq mein marjawan 2 #immj2 #immj2 lbs #episode liveblogs

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marukrawler · 4 years ago

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bakugan liveblogging episode 31 (skipping marucho’s trial real quick bc i wanna know what happens to shun)

- yEAH BOI

- lmaoo way to ‘foreshadow’ alice and masquerade’s connection through some quick cuts.

- subtitle provider is a joe stan, through and through (but we been knew)

- hnGNNNNGNNNNN

- shun screaming as he’s flung away in one direction, followed by phoenix’ shrill as fuck scream had me dEAD

- whyyyyy

- the way shun read the title card was so extra too

- oh god oh boy oh geez oh fuck-

- shun: “we’ll take on any challenge you give us!”

- bby shiori: “hey!”

- shun if you don’t look at that uncanny hair flip and put 2 and 2 together

- sorry mommy but while you were in the hospital, i was studying the blade

- but she was studying deception

- these ninja tricks are getting out of hand

- with speed like this he has no excuse for not catching masquerade already and ending this season

- aww

- AW

- tfw you forget what city you live in but tbh. mood.

- the realization that the sun isn’t setting was so ominous

- OHHHH i get it

- the sun not setting connects to shun’s past attempt at stopping time for his mother so she wouldn’t die nOOOOOO-

- oh no was shun used to his mom being sick for so long ._.

- WHERE’S UR DAAAAAAAAAAAD WHY ARE YOU TAKING CARE OF UR MOM WHEN UR LIKE, 7???

- im trying be sAD here lmaoo

- its fine, dan bites anyway

- dON’T TURN THIS TRAGIC TALE INTO A HORROR STORY I S2TG

- mm ok so the sun never setting refers to a memory of shun’s mom wishing it was always evening so they could hang out together. but im sure it’s also a parallel.

- IM TRYING NOT TO LAUGH BRUH BUT SHE’S LITERALLY LYING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CABLE CAR TRACKS THIS IS SO MORBID

- i skipped marucho’s trial for this yall

- oh god, the absolute heartbreak of hanging out and having fun with a little girl and now you gotta defeat her just as you realize its ur dead mom

- fuck this show rlly hates shun huh

- ok that’s. cute.

- what’s the significance of the cable cars though.

- ohh so chibi shiori knows what moves shun will do bc shiori used to know everything about shun. dID YOU KNOW ABOUT HIS HELLISH NINJA TRAINING MOMMY???

- disregarding that, how is shun supposed to play now?? LIKE DAN??? lmaoo

- oberon is a nightmare

- don’t be scared skyress ur much prettier than her. and u got ur own theme music.

- yall know what quartet battle means right. . .four bakugan on the gate card and i only see three.

- good question

- shun generally seems like he’s holding himself back from battling properly rip

- the majestic mom no. 2

- wHAT DOES THE CABLE CARS MEEEEAAAN

- DONT YOU FUCKING PLAY SHUN’S ARRIVAL RIGHT NOW

- AJADKASDFHSJ DON’T SAY THAT BUT ISN’T THAT THE CASE LOWKEY??? LOWKEY????

- nhi huynh predicts the fall of skyori yall

- LEAVE PHOENIX ALONE

- don’t have a flashback while phoenix is being manhandled bruh

- GUHHH THAT’S SO SAD

- but tbh. . .she’d be a kid tho. not mom size. so personally. i wouldn’t.

- DON’T GRILL HIS OTHER MOM BRUH

- SHUN WTF WTF WTF

- THIS ISN’T A ‘well i guess she’s dead’ MOMENT

- this traumatic experience done gave him thicker lines

- this show really said ‘lets have shun watch his mom die in front of him again’

- CUT HIM SOME FUCKING SLACK

- also. still think the healing tear trope is cliche but. okay.

👏 THAT’S 👏 MY 👏 FUCKING 👏 MOM

- idk. . .is phoenix saying shun helped her evolve or that she was going to evolve anyway bc she died. i guess she was just never in danger of dying lmao.

- DESTROY THIS BITCH PHOENIX

- phoenix says ‘remember when you cooked me’

- and the winner of the custody battle is

- the ominous finally sets good fucking riddance

- to who

- shun no you didn’t

- physically 13 but mentally 21

- eyyy they’re the new ventus warriors

- woww what an emotional rollercoaster

#bakugan #liveblogging #episode 31

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kinkymagnus · 4 years ago

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Do you have nsfw headcanons or just in general about the other Magnus? The one in the other dimension?

you are an ANGEL i was legit about to make a post like “oh... im in the mood for twi magnus porn....If Only I’d Get An Ask About It” *sighs dramatically*

i dont have any specific ideas in mind right now but i just really love twi magnus? and he deserves to be RAVISHED?

so im just gonna Ramble.

like ok first of all i like to think that twi magnus is,, hm, kind of sensitive

both bc a) canon magnus is touch starved but twi magnus was like “haha you are like a little baby” and isolated himself almost completely for like a century without even hookups and shit, so like. someone PLEASE give my boy some affection. (i am using boy jokingly do not come AT me) and b) ok this is bullshit im making up but i do not care. magnus’s magic has just woken up and didn’t he like canonically say it was part of how he felt/experienced the world? even if he didn’t it’s canon now, fuck you, and like..... it’s waking up again and he feels like he’s opened his eyes for the first time in years, or taken a breath of fresh air--

oh my god i just had. the thoughts. on like, adhd twi magnus and sensory overload. like hnngngnffffhghhhhh fuck fuck he has moments where it’s all too much and he’s feeling different things and his magic is both soothing/helpful while also making it worse kind of, and like, he can hide under a bunch of blankets or take a long shower and like i feel like there’s more here but its just not coming right now.... although i do want alec to help him thru this bc living vicariously through fictional characters but it’s fine

anyway ayfkjs back to what i was saying

twi magnus is pretty sensitive and it’s not like he’s actually inexperienced or really even that shy--he’s quieter, and i feel more flustered and out of practice than canon magnus for sure, but it’s not like he’s blushing deeply at the mention of sex or anything. i love the imagery of twi alec, confident dom, being worried on how he’ll gently ease his sweet soft boyfriend who dresses in modest cardigans and the like into bdsm, if he’ll even like it (oh boy would he look so beautiful in handcuffs, or just tied up and begging and helpless, but obviously alec only wants to do that if magnus would enjoy it)... and then he tries to bring it up and twi magnus, who’s distracted, casually mentions his Sex Cabinet(TM) full of toys and bdsm gear

bc he’s not a prude, he was just like.... isolated. and alone. and kind of frightened. but it’s not like he doesn’t know what sex and kink is, or that he doesn’t enjoy it.

and maybe he blushes a little when he realizes what he’s juts casually revealed--namely, that he loves to be tied up and spanked and called a slut or whatever (magnus just casually talking without like really thinking about what he’s saying if he’s hyperfocused on doing something else, like brewing a potion or painting a tarot card or whatever, and alec loves to ask him harmless little questions and just listen to him ramble on--adhd magnus!)--but alec is just like not only are you precious and cute, you’re also sexy as hell and the hottest man alive

but really tho alec’s just like :O because magnus’s collection is even more extensive than his, DAMN. not what he expected. but you know under all those cute thick layers twi magnus is still, and i say this with deep love and affection, a total cumslut :)

also he’s just a deeply beautiful and wonderful person but you know we’re talking about SLUTTIN’ IT UP IN HERE

so like anyway magnus. sensitive. stay on topic this time. alec loves touching him all over and pulling noises out of him, kissing him and teasing him and just generally like... one, taking full advantage of him being sensitive (again this is more jokey and i don’t think alec would necessarily stereotype him like this, but i have this image of twi alec thinking he’s a virgin because he’s so sweet and modest and like, so sensitive, just a few dirty words get him so wet, and alec can get him to cum so fast, so like, their first time with penetrative sex alec is out here giving him the most sweet and romantic first time he can, and like, he would have done that anyway but it does feel weirdly special taking his virginity, even though twi alec, woke bitch, is fully aware virginity is a social construct. and then magnus, in a fucked-out post “just got dicked down so good” haze, says that was the best and biggest dick i’ve ever taken and alec’s like,,,,,,,, ah!) so like

touching him, kissing him, making him cum over and over and over again, and like with magnus’s persmission of course he just loves to fuck magnus senseless and make him orgasm over and over until he’s just a wrecked little mess and he’s all fucked out and whining and incoherent :’)

two, like..... ok idk why but i love the idea that twi magnus at first just... cums kind of fast. like their first time alec slides in (and this is after he’s already eaten magnus out and teased his clit a bunch) and magnus is already coming just from that. and he thinks its embarassing lowkey but alec’s just like 1. you’re cute 2. that was super hot

like literally alec buried himself inside magnus and he immediately came and looked so gorgeous doing it? alec is DOWN FOR THIS.

over time he builds up a stamina again and honestly it doesn’t take that long but like. just those first few times it’s way too soon and magnus is like hiding his face in alec’s shoulder and alec’s telling him how beautiful he is :’)

also ok canon magnus is a screamer and he’s def like... kind of been taught to hold that back, but generally, he’s still pretty loud in bed and with alec it’s not long before he’s confident enough to let himself be

twi magnus tho... he’s firmly like. idk if repressed is the right word, but he’s not letting himself express himself and he certainly isn’t letting himself make pathetic little noises when alec fucks him so like. he’s always biting back loud moans and stopping himself from screaming

but alec starts getting so good at pushing all his buttons (and that first time he came with alec’s dick inside him he couldn’t help the obscene moan he made and alec loved it so much it was so hot) and like, making him lose control that he starts fucking little noises out of magnus more and more until eventually magnus is barely able to stop the whimpers and whiny breathless moans spilling from his lips as alec fucks him and like

after much coaxing, alec taking full advantage of how sensitive he is, and a few small emotional talks, like... they do eventually get to the stage where twi magnus’s inner screamer is free to scream and beg all he wants :’)

but it still comes after a lot of teasing usually and (with magnus’s consent ofc) alec just.. ADORES coming up with scenarios where he gets to like, (usually after tying magnus up) drive magnus crazy with teasing and then basically fuck him so good he “”breaks”” and ends up being a loud little slut the way they both like it, even if magnus feels like he has to be “pushed” or “made” to do it in order to let himself. obviously he consented to being “”made”” to do it and all that, but like a) he just really, really enjoys alec’s methods of “breaking” him (im a slut for alec consensually!!! “breaking” him into being a little slut ive talked about this with friends many times) and b) it just feels... more ok that way, with weird brain logic that makes him more comfortable and less self conscious with being loud and embarrassing like that

also lmao “man i feel embarrassed when im loud in bed because of my insecurities and shitty past relationships. i know! i’ll make it part of my humiliation kink”

i feel like twi magnus has less of exhibitionist/humiliation kink than canon magnus, although he def likes it, especially the humiliation/praise aspect (i feel like those two absolutely have to be intertwined for him to enjoy it tho), which like with. canon magnus it’s like aw, big powerful prince of hell crying and begging like a slut, while with twi magnus he is powerful but it’s less controlled so it’s more about how he’s so put-together and modest and “shy” and quiet but here he is taken apart completely, stripped bare and taking cock so beautifully

but like twi magnus............let him be wooed..........he deserves it... i feel like he’d just be even more into being wooed and just little domestic affectionate things than canon magnus (again both him and canon magnus are the same person in different circumstances and i feel like generally they like the same things, just at different levels, canon magnus also enjoys domestic romance and wooing) but like twi magnus while i think he def would like humiliation kink (albeit mostly in private--maybe once they’ve been married a few centuries he’d be ready for something more hardcore but i feel like he generally would be more private about this, and eventually he might feel safe enough to do that again but like....mmm you know? idk.) i think he would be more into praise kink, and like, while canon magnus is more “mm humiliation kink with a side of praise :)” and loves the praise but also loves alec wrecking him and calling him a filthy little slut and leading him around on a leash, twi magnus is more “mm praise kink with a side of humiliation :)” and he likes alec calling him a slut still but he likes even more when alec strokes his hair and tells him he’s pretty and he’s being so good, and like, he likes being called beautiful and being kissed all over and yes, he definitely like being called a beautiful messy little slut, and being teased, but generally he prefers gentle and soft. that’s not to say he doesn’t want to be manhandled and fucked sometimes, but you know how it is

hey tho one thing canon and twi magnus completely agree on? Being A Cumslut. as they deserve

they love their creampies what can i say (just little! pastries! that alec makes specifically for him!)

but like really tho they both love it

god tho just the imagery tho like.... twi magnus with his cute lil short hair and like his more just overall soft look? and like twi alec, all confident with styled hair and a suit? let them dance! let alec sweep him off his feet and then carry him to bed and they’re laughing and they fall back on the bed and alec’s on top of him, kissing him, and they’re smiling and magnus just feels so happy and loved and alec is just touching him all over and kissing him eagerly, feeling so lucky he gets to have this beautiful man in his arms, under him, in his bed, and like, alec ravishing him, taking off all those layers and finding silk panties and magnus is a little blushy but also like... daring alec to take them off with his teeth you know like ;)

like sure he’s blushing a little (just a little! and like god again the imagery of twi magnus in pretty lingerie just a little flushed but still very eager? aaaAAAAA) but also he very much did this on purpose (not that he could have tripped into them and then gone about not realizing but you know what i mean) with every intent of having alec fuck him in them (or having alec take them off immediately, either way)

also tipsy twi magnus being a giggly affectionate bitch who like has zero restraint and will koala alec without shame. he’s so fucking cuddly. and twi alec, “manwhore” extraordinaire, supposedly the heartbreaker playboy type but secretly a romantic at heart, is just giving him the hugest heart eyes and wrapping his arms around him and cuddling him back (also drunk twi alec just being like canon alec’s wedding vows constantly like just. long eloquent rambles on how perfect magnus is. like, drunk twi alec is just facedown on someone’s couch at a party, monologuing about how beautiful magnus is, while tipsy twi magnus is just snuggled into his side, pressed as close as possible and for once unashamed and not shy at all about this,)

god actually tipsy twi malec--twipsy? lmao--having just super giggly affectionate loving gentle sex tbh, magnus is wearing panties and alec tries to take them off sexily but fails completely and they’re both just laughing and loving the moment and enjoying each other??

also again drunk twi magnus being incredibly cuddly and shameless and loud is amazing to me. he will happily give alec a lap dance, but he’ll also happily just koala him and demand alec be his big spoon. alec is thrilled to see him openly asking for what he wants and initiating cuddles bc he knows magnus adores cuddles and affection but feels like he can’t ask for it, so even if it’s temporary and bc of alcohol he still loves seeing magnus so open about it and like, feeling safe enough to be vulnerable with him on this

also tipsy twi magnus using magic willy nilly and he has a hard enough time controlling his magic normally this is so much worse but luckily he only gets drunk with alec after alec knows so alec is just watching in awe as magnus hums and happily dances around the loft and flowers grow impossibly at his feet

and like also just generally he has trouble controlling his magic like things floating around him absentmindedly, or things changing color, or blue sparks on his hands without him realizing... and like im like picturing alec accidentally startles him and he makes the most adorable little squeak alec’s ever heard and then alec’s knocked back a little so he basically just falls over and not even that hard but magnus is like ohmyGODOHMYGODIMSOSORRY and he freaks out a bit and alec’s like it’s ok sweetheart im fine, i’m not even bruised, and also, even if i was: absolutely worth it for that cute little squeak

AND THE TIPSY SEX THING LIKE ALEC’S KISSING UP HIS NECK AND MAGNUS IS GIGGLING AND FEELING SO HAPPY AND THEIR CLOTHES ABRUPTLY VANISH AND ALEC’S LIKE...........CONVENIENT! AND DOESN’T FREAK OUT AT ALL like magnus has a brief moment of cold almost sober like oh shit what if ive pushed too far and then alecs like god babe youre so talented

and !!! HIS CAT EYES god twi alec had not expected magnus secretly being an immortal warlock would come with sexy cat eyes (of course his brown eyes were also so warm and beautiful and alec loved them) but like he was thrilled they did and distantly he was like should i be more freaked about this? maybe. but honestly he looks so beautiful and he looked way more frightened than he should ever look that i wouldn’t like them, or worse, and that’s crazy bc they’re beautiful and he’s beautiful and i love them

and also he wants to see them full of pleasured tears LOOK I M A S LU T OK

but like ok one last go i just..... twi magnus and bondage, as he deserves,

he like, has been strictly controlling himself and isolating himself and protecting himself so long it’s hard to let go so he honestly really loves it when alec ties him up and fucks him into incoherence, makes him lose control, and like. he gets to be helpless and just let go and feel the pleasure, and alec “”makes”” him scream and beg and take it so prettily, coaxes the sluttiest of noises out of him, and like just

twi magnus looks particularly pretty all tied up and naked bc he’s normally so modest and covered up, so he looks even more gorgeous and slutty legs spread and all tied up, wet and flushed and begging for alec, and alec likes to kiss his little tits and grab his thighs and eat him out until he’s sobbing with pleasure, tease his clit and make him squirt until he’s just achingly wet and sobbing and begging for more, and alec takes pity on him and fucks him nice and hard, fills him up, and just like

again gets him out of his shell, gets him to be loud and shameless and pretty and “broken” and afterwards he’s all fucked out, alec’s taken good care of him and he’s all relaxed and he feels so safe??? and like it feels so good to be vulnerable with alec??? he’s all warm and snuggled into alec’s side and he just. has come a long way.

#trans magnus smut #twi

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medievalwhore · 5 years ago

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Ah shit, here we go again. Merthur fic Res!

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Morning

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Arthur complains about Merlin waking him up with the same “Rise and Shine!” everyday, and tells Merlin to try something different. And well, he does. {2,908}

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Furs and Flannels

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Sharing body heat fics? I think yes! Merlin shows up almost dead with a serious case of hypothermia, and with pounds of furs and flannels (hehe) on Merlin, Arthur still volunteers to help Merlin warm up faster. {4,894}

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Five Times Merlin and Arthur Slept Together Platonically, and One Time They Didn't

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Long ass title, great ass fic. Title explains itself. (Also, a few times seem arguably less “platonic” but, whatever :) ) {5,905}

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Breathless

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Merlin has an asthma attack when he’s ill, and Arthur finds it 100% necessary to take care of him from that moment. {2,268}

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Hugs Are For Losers

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The summary is all you need. Literally. If I summarized it now it would basically be the word for word summary from the author. (The ending hits differently) {3,888}

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a night out

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This one’s just a simple fic that is 100% canon. (They have to spend a night in the woods because their hunting trip didn’t go as planned) {3,255}

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Look After You

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Arthur is ill and Merlin takes care of him. There’s really not much else I can say, that’s literally it. (There’s a fun twist at the end ;) ) {6,166}

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Nonesuch

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Alright bear with me; there’s gonna be quite a few ‘Sharing Body Heat’ fics ok. Even though Arthur could share a bed with someone in the winter to keep himself warm, he doesn’t. Merlin knows this, takes pity on Arthur, and takes matters into his own hands. {1,713}

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Fallacy

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Arthur thinks Merlin is seeing a girl. Of course he fucking isn’t. (Which Arthur quickly learns) {2,000}

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Fall Off The Earth

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A winter storms stops their journey back to Camelot, so they have to stay inside a cave for the night. With Arthur’s poor navigation and refusal to listen to Merlin, they’re in a bit of a pickle. + more sharing body heat (and maybe some more) {3,128}

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Gone Fishing

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Arthur knows Merlin is keeping a secret from him, and he is determined to find out. So, he plans a short getaway trip for both of them, believing if Merlin is able to truly relax he’ll spill the tea. {4,269} hehe 69

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Anniversary

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Arthur wants to give Merlin something on his birthday, just because, well, ya know, he wants to be nice. Though Arthur has trouble thinking of a good gift, so naturally, what does he decide on? Plums. Delicious plums. {1,909}

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Four times Arthur doesn’t notice Merlin kissing him – and one time he kisses Merlin first

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What can I say? I love 5+1 fics. (Or I guess in this case it’s 4+1). Title says it all. {1,997}

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Arthur Enchanted

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Arthur is cursed to obey Merlin’s orders. That’s it. That’s the fic. {4,958}

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Finding Home

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This one’s a good one. Gauis retires as court physician and Merlin gets kicked out of his room by the new physician. It’s mid winter, Merlin has nowhere to sleep, and it’s Arthur’s job to take care of Merlin. (This fic also has ‘Sharing Body Heat’. You’ll probably see it again) {7,857}

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The Mystery of Merlin

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The description in this one confused the fuck outta me. But I don’t have any good way to summarize this.. you’ll just have to read. (Hint. Ass grab.) {2,224}

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The Truth Is You

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Arthur gets himself into a situation and ends up getting slapped with a truth spell. This one’s got great angst at the interesting part (the end basically). Obviously, Arthur doesn’t wanna tell Merlin (or anyone really) the truth. And he must tell his biggest lie to break it. {8,957}

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All Its Splendid Glory

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Alright so, Arthur gets hit with another spell, but this time, it’s a love spell. And Arthur’s enchanted to love Merlin. (Or that’s what Merlin thinks, he finds out he was wrong) {8,029}

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Friendly Slaps

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Merlin realizes that Arthur manhandles him more than anyone else, it doesn’t take him long to come up with a reason why. {4,044}

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before it breaks

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Now this one...this one HURTS. It’s angsty, extremely, but everything is better in the end. Arthur knows Merlin’s secret, but it doesn’t go great at first. {2,750}

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The Best Kept Secrets

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This one is so good! Merlin wants to take a vacation to Ealdor to relax from his duties (...and Arthur). But Arthur follows him anyways and it’s a much needed vacation for both of them. {7,099}

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What Arthur Knew

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A modern AU. Arthur is head over FUCKING heels for Merlin, he doesn’t really know how jealous he is, but there is some stuff he does know about himself. (5+1) {2,995}

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New Light

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This one’s short & kinda simple. But, idk, I like it. {1,201}

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Promised

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This one is super duper short but it’s sweet and fluffy. {749}

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A Lesson In ‘Shut Up, Merlin’

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Arthur teaches Merlin how to kiss after asking him if he wants to kiss [Arthur]. Pretty much just 4,000 words of smooches. {4,522}

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A Battle of Wills

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Basically, these shitheads are super competitive, and when Arthur makes a move to kiss Merlin, neither of them will back down. (Which of course, escalates fairly quickly) {1,903}

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The Magic Word

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Read the description. The ending tho, holy fuck, so many emotions lmao. Y’all be fine. {4,271}

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Appreciated Merlin

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Merlin’s mind is wandering while he dresses Arthur in his armor in preparation for a tournament. Arthur takes advantage and studies Merlin and closely as he can. Since Merlin’s mind is somewhere else, Arthur decides to kiss him. {1,906}

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all the best it could be (just you and i)

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When your best bud is gone for a few days, everyone knows that you must drink all you can. And when your ‘ol pal climbs two stories into your room, you gotta have a heart to heart convo. and make out. like best friends do. {7,860}

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my body (when it is with your body)

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You ever...accidentally turn on your best friend...by rubbing his nipples...and then...uh...you know... [Smut. Just. Smut] {2,669}

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Happy Birthday

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Read the description. Arthur celebrates Merlin’s birthday 4 times before he actually gets his birthdate right. {4,193}

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On the Importance of Hot Beverages (And Other Methods of Keeping Warm)

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Arthur has Merlin venture into town with him one cold winter day. Merlin, not expected the cold weather, isn’t too happy about it until the end. {2,164}

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Practice Makes Perfect

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After Arthur learns of Merlin’s magic, he thinks they should train so Arthur can counter-attack magical strokes. Or whatever. It’s literally the description lol. {3,057}

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Can We Always Be This Close?

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Merlin’s goes to Ealdor to tend to Hunith’s farm while she’s away, to his surprise Arthur really wants to join him. (A week of domestic farm-life work and reveals? oh yeah) {7,982}

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Thin Band of Gold

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Basically, Arthur likes Merlin in his clothes: both the boys realize so there’s really no denying it. It starts with Arthur’s price circlet, and doesn’t stop from there. {3,418}

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#merlin #merthur #arthur pendragon #colin morgan #bradley james #brolin

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yukipri · 6 years ago

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For the ask: can you tell me about shoreiji? :3

FRICK YESSSSS THANK YOU SOBS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH???? *RIPS OUT MY HEART*

001 | send me a ship and I will tell you: Shorter x Eiji

When I started shipping it if I did:

Ohhhhh SHITE YO

So okay I’m very aware of my incredibly consistent tendency to poly ship Everyone x Protagonist, and even from just the promo stuff (nop haven’t read the manga tho hoooo boy have i read detailed spoilers), it was clear that Ash and Eiji were gonna be the Popular Ship. But then I was like EY who’s this flashy purple mohawk?? And then I was like OH SHITE he’s the Best Friend Type, I’m SUCH a sucker for them??

And then it was like Wait, soooo Ash shoved another guy’s name into Eiji’s mouth? That’s pretty gay (

Beyond me just being attracted to Shorter as a character, I started to REALLY ship them when I noticed just how many times Shorter protects Eiji. True, Eiji’s defs the type that needs protection but…it was just, SO MANY TIMES?? Like dare I say excessive, in the most endearing way?? Their first meeting at the doc’s, and then Shorter literally does the “cover your hands with mine to shoot gun,” and then wrapping himself around Eiji as they jump into the harbor…then it looks like they consistently slept next to each other for most if not all of the trip to LA, and as if he’s already learned that Shorter’s the one who’s gonna protect him, Eiji latches onto him at sight of Mouse LMAO

BUT the one scene that literally gave my life to this ship was after Shorter goes with Yut Lung, and is protecting unconscious Eiji. THAT WHOLE FREAKIN’ SEQUENCE REALLY, but the “If anything happens to him, I’ll kill everyone in this room and then myself,” followed up by “We don’t need the fuckin’ wheelchair [because I can effortlessly princess carry him and don’t want to be separated by even the slightest amount]”…like JFC, JFC WHAT A SHIP *straight through the heart* (

My thoughts:

*WILD GESTURES AT ALL OF THE ABOVE* IN CASE YOU COULDN’T TELL, I LOVE THEM???

What makes me happy about them:

The fact that they are alive and well and living happily in a shared apartment with Ash, Sing, and Skip. *COUGHS*

But in all honesty, how protective Shorter is of Eiji, and how naturally and easily he does it. How much Eiji trusts him even in such a short time. How I think Shorter was so essential to Eiji and Ash’s bond too. Just, SO MANY THINGS.

What makes me sad about them:

SO MANY FREAKIN’ THINGS OH MY FUCKING GOD IS THIS A TRAGEDY SHIP IF THERE EVER WAS ONE???? (but that’s also part of what makes it so, SO good RIP)

(too long so under a cut lmao rip)

The fact that Shorter literally would have done anything, would have died for Eiji, and in a way he freakin’ DID. The fact that probably one of the last coherent thoughts he had was the dawning horror that they were going to make him hurt, possibly kill Eiji, and there’s nothing he could do to stop it. The fact that he was forced to be terrified of Eiji, someone he cares about and wants to desperately protect, and that that’s precisely why they chose him as Shorter’s target. The fact that even through all the pain and fear, any part of him left was probably even more scared about what he could do to Eiji. While he asked Ash to set him free from the unbearable pain, I personally interpret that moment as asking Ash to stop him from hurting their Eiji, even at the cost of his own life. I wonder if he died feeling relieved that Eiji at least was safe, or if he died not knowing.

And Eiji, gods, he never doubted Shorter’s loyalty once and reached for him until the end. That FACE Eiji made when he realized what they were going to do to Shorter, do to THEM. The fact that even if it was the drug’s fault, Eiji realized that his very existence was causing Shorter terror and agony so awful that it was unbearable. The fact that Eiji knows, and will always carry with him the fact that Ash had to shoot Shorter in order to protect Eiji. Shorter may have been already lost at that point, but part of Eiji will always blame himself, because it felt like Ash was forced to choose to save one of them, at the cost of the other’s life.

The fact that Eiji had Shorter’s life blood splat onto his cheek, and only Eiji saw that last expression on Shorter’s face. Eiji then felt the heavy weight of Shorter’s body collapse lifelessly on top of him, no doubt felt warm blood from Ash’s bullet wound soak into his own chest. It was Eiji who held Shorter’s body last, who screamed and cried himself hoarse as it was ripped away from him. And then it was Eiji who had to shove his pain aside, because he needed to be strong to keep Ash together.

SO YEAH A TON OF FUCKING THINGS MAKE ME SAD ALRIGHT????

But at the same time, all the sad things just make me ship them more RIP

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

uhhhh not all too much out there, but I guess when Ash is portrayed as an outsider? Regardless of whether he’s involved with them romantically or not. They both absolutely love Ash, and I doubt they could leave him alone.

Things I look for in fanfic:

Reciprocal feelings, a romantic relationship born out of strong friendship that remains strong no matter what else happens, always looking out for each other and Eiji being a strong mental support for Shorter in ways he’s not expecting. I love when Shorter gets flustered around Eiji too?? Also, when Shorter’s always concerned and careful, he knows he’s bold and confident and has experience Eiji doesn’t, so he always triple checks and makes sure Eiji’s completely ok before doing anything, and it’s sometimes so excessive but endearing that Eiji has to just pull him down for a kiss himself. ALSO ALIVE AND WELL THANK YOU.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

I thought about saying Ash, and while it’s true to an extent (for either of them), I do strongly prefer this OT3 together ^ ^; But ACTUALLY, for Eiji I’m going to say Sing, because as with Ash, Shorter played a major role in bringing them together, and also I love SingEiji LOL Pulling up a blank for Shorter AHAHAHA

My happily ever after for them:

They live in a fancy ass apartment that’s 80% bought with Ash’s money but they contribute too HAHAHA. Shorter technically owns Chang Dai (his name alone scares off troublemakers) but he actually works at the hair salon next door. He cuts and styles Eiji’s long hair and dyes the slowly increasing number of gray hairs at his temples black. Eiji’s a photographer and Shorter tags along whenever he can to assist and carry his bags along with Sing, especially when Ash is the model. Eiji slowly develops a taste for Shorter’s cooking; it’s not exactly bad, just different. Eiji agrees to a couple ear piercing. They get married. Shorter grows super old to the point his natural hair turns white, and his reaction is, “Sweet! No more need for bleach ;D.”

Who is the big spoon/little spoon:

LMAO Shorter is the big spoon, and he loves curling completely around Eiji who fits next to him perfectly, and it makes Eiji feel super safe try being a big spoon but….lil jetpack AHAHAHAHAHAHA

What is their favorite non-sexual activity:

CUDDLING??? Like y’all may or may not have noticed but I have a Thing for Shorter just…wrapping himself around Eiji. They’re such a good size difference for it?? Like when they’re chilling on the couch, Eiji’s seat is always Shorter’s lap (and then maybe Ash leans against them). When they take baths, Eiji also ends up in Shorter’s lap. When Eiji’s sleep and doesn’t want to wake up but Shorter’s gotta go, he just drags Eiji up with him and eats breakfast with a half asleep Eiji still in his lap.

Eiji likes to pretend he’s getting manhandled and he’s Shorter’s body pillow, but Eiji will also literally take any excuse to climb on top of Shorter. He pretends to get scared over things that he isn’t so his boyfriend will sweep him up. He also won’t admit it but loves getting princess carried, and likes saying, “I’m too tired and can’t walk,” even though they both know it’s a lie. When Shorter himself isn’t available, Eiji will wear one of his enormous hoodies and just curl up in it

send me a ship and I will tell you/Give me a character & I will tell you/send me 5 characters and I will rank them in order of preference

Please send me more~!

#serovolk69 #YukiPri replies #Shoreiji #Shorter Wong #Eiji Okumura #Banana Fish #BF #YEAH I KNOW I KNOW SHUT UP KAZU U TALK TOO MUCH #I HAVE FEELS ALRIGHT #FUGLY SOBBING #longpost #long post #U can also send me poly ships too Hint Hint Nudge Nudge

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taegularities · 3 years ago

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siyaaaa, you are one sneaky gal, i’m telling you. when you told me you’d take any request from me, be it fluff, angst, crack or smut, i didn’t know you were turning it into this demonic little ficlet when i answered with “alright, jealous tae fucking you, with fluff at the end” LMAO

ALSO !! ONCE AGAIN, THIS BANNER HAS ME D*AD @kithtaehyung SERIOUSLY THE HECK !! <3

SO! before i begin to talk about the fic itself, i wanna say what i tell you every day anyway: you really mean so so much to me, you dumbass, and i want to thank you for being there for me throughout all these months; you let me rant, let me cry, let me talk about literally ANYTHING without ever judging, tell me when i (am about to) do something stupid and i cannot tell you how grateful i am.

thank you for being such a close and amazing friend and for giving me so much love and support - you deserve all of it back a thousand fold. despite being the opposite of my mbti :) eww sappy, ok let’s move on 🙄<3

THE FIC. THE TAEHYUNG. THE DIALOGUE, THE SEX, THE FLUFF.

i mean, of course you had to use jungkook as the guy behind the whole chaos; didn’t expect any less tbh tsk. but i love how tae’s jealousy shows how much he really cares about her and how the evening is something that truly bothers him. but gosh, the way he shifts from calm to demon, i absolutely adore it.

Leaning down, he whispers into your ear, “I trust you, you know that right?”

sus. he trusts her, but he’s gonna do SOMETHING huh. which he proves when he goes all “pfft, just cos i trust you, it doesn’t mean i won’t spank yo pretty ass”, and the way he does (flipping her over, pulling her onto her knees, smacking her butt real good), i am horny at 11pm.

“Your eyes are never harmless,” you softly reply.

ISN’T THAT TRUE. JUST SAYING, IF EYES COULD KILL, KIM TAEHYUNG WOULD BE A SERIAL KILLER, AND I WANT HIM IN JAIL FOR DISTURBING MY DAILY PEA-

Taehyung’s ability to modulate the depth of his voice is something you have enjoyed a lot in the past. But at this moment, he seems to be speaking from the base of his throat, the gravelly, throaty insinuations lighting your libido up, soon to be an uncontainable inferno.

moving on. this is something we talked about today. and do you remember how i lost my shit over “tae’s voice is probably deeper during sex and when he moans and whispers”? yeah, that’s exactly how i reacted when i read this wonderfully destructive paragraph. thank you, i guess 😵‍💫

but soon Taehyung recovers, and only whispers three simple words.

“Then take it.”

AHAHAHJKHFKJAHFKJSF OK. ok, gib.

but seriously, i love the fuckening/fuckery/fuck and the manhandling, the danger and sharp words, the warning that later turns into care. also, big dick!tae cos wbk. but, me being my usual romantic-ass self, i honestly LOVED the ending and the way her words made him soft and confess what happened. how he looks at her with regret and worry, but lights up once she reassures him.

really, thank you for taking some time off your busy days and writing this for me, i’m super grateful, absolutely loved it and i adore you mucho bb <3

Head Over Feels (m)

➺ Banner: She always saves me, this gurl, @kithtaehyung 💛

➺ Pairing: Taehyung x Female Reader

➺ Trope: Established Relationship, Non-Idol!AU

➺ Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst(?)

➺ Rating: +18

➺ Word Count: 2.7k

➺ Summary: After-party Taehyung has some feelings to convey.

➺ Warnings: some jealously, kissing, spanking, fingering (female), unprotected sex, tame shtuff!

➺ Author’s Note: This is for my closest friend on here, @taegularities. Many many many happy returns of the day 💛 I know I'm not the best at spontaneous writing so this will be lacking, but I hope you can still enjoy this <3 From discussing real life issues to exchanging moles, you've been with me for the past 8-9 months, helping me every step of the way, and you deserve all the good in the world. I lub yew very much my dumb kitty cat <3

This is unedited, so please excuse any mistakes, I will come back and fix them soon! Please let me know what you think <3

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“Are you mad?”

“Of course not babe.”

“Are you sure you’re not mad?”

“Yeah yeah.”

“Babe just tell me you’re mad.”

Taehyung sighs. “For the last time Y/N, I’m really not mad, you’ve asked me this all the way.”

“Because you look mad! Listen,” you’re trying to pacify him as you remove your accessories, “Jungkook is always flirtatious like that, okay? I couldn’t be rude to him, it’s his party!”

“And I never asked you to. Relax,” Taehyung walks into the bathroom without sparing you a second glance, but you hear his muffled voice complete the sentence, “I know what he’s like. It’s all good.”

You didn’t broach the topic any further.

“Okay fine, I am mad.”

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lmao i was gonna get suuuuuuper mad at kabir for being in her room but then he’s like:

“hi.”

....................... and i instantly snorted happily. vishal is realllllllllly just so likable that i just can’t with him anymore. i love when adorable marshmallows like him and shrenu play evil. you just cannot fucking hate them!

blah blah humaara kamra, mera kamra nonsense.

shaadi ka joda gift. with that tackyyyyyyyyyyyyassss KABIR KI RIDDHIMA written on it. main marr jaooon par kabhi bhi aisa kuch na pehnoon, no matter how much i love the guy.

“kuch hi derr mein tum VANSH ki riddhima se, KABIR ki riddhima ho jaogi.” coz even in 2020, women are nothing but chattel to be passed on from one man to another.

riddhima is thinking fat chance, bitch.

telling him she’ll never wear red for him, coz “laal pyaar ka rang hota hai, aur main sirf ek insaan se pyaar karti hoon, aur woh hai vansh.”

“toh yeh bhi vansh ke paise se hi liya hai.” lmaooooooooo

ghani beizzati by saying she’s already bought a joda for herself, a white one. which honestly looks muchhhhhhhhhh nicer than the red one acc. to me but ok.

vansh checking his account balance and seeing that there’s charges for two wholeass designer jodas bought for a shaadi that’s not even gonna happen:

anyway kabir’s like ok who cares, colour doesn’t matter, shaadi toh tumhari honi hai mujhse blah blah.

kabir doesn’t like mandap setup. coz all white. and apparently aryan was in charge of it? coz he’s getting dragged by the collar for it.

good. i don’t feel any sympathy.

ishani is like dekh liya nateeeja iss loserrrrrrrr ki khushaamad karne ka? when has vansh ever treated you like this no matter how mad he’s gotten at you? he always protected you.

behen kyun bhains ke aage been bajaa rahi ho? yeh manhoos baaz nahi aana.

ishani flounced away and aryan’s now vowing revenge against kabir. abbe yaar, tera list toh kabhi khata hi nahi hota.

why the fuck are these ppl soooooooooo dressed up for a wedding they don’t even want to participate in? itna toh main apni genuine shaadi ke liye naa sajjjjjjoon.

suddenly ishani is allllll about bado ka sammaaan and parampara, pratishthaaaaa, anushaasan and all. lmao ok?????

tod di choodi uski kalaayi par. jaisa bhai, waisiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii hi behen.

shaadi mubarak indeed. lol.

riddhima’s calling vihaan and freakingout ki woh paise leke bhaag gaya. you are so fucking stupid sis, why would you give him that much fucking money BEFORE HE EVEN SHOWED THE FUCK UP??????????

“tum thodi weird nahi ho????” bhai obvious sawaal naa pooch.

anyway he’s like calm yo tits, untwist your panties, i’ll get there on time.

kabir instead of fixing his maatam waala mandap is back skulking around vihaan’s container box house. ladki ko shaadi karni bhi nahi hai and she’s sitting there ready from 3 hours before, aur yeh, jissko shaadi ki utaavli chadhi thi, is out doing randomassssss jasoosi, coz that’s the priority rn. sounds legit.

VIHAAN THE DUMBASS TOOK OFF THE CCTV CAMERA AND PACKED IT. GOD YOU’RE ALLLLLLLLLLL FUCKING AQAL KE DUSHMAN IN THIS SHOW.

kabir sneaking in with gunnnnnnn.

how the fuck am i supposed to take him seriously with these bachchon waale sports shoes?!!?!?!? GIVE THE MAN HIS COMBAT BOOTS BACK SO HELP ME GODDDDDD

he’s peeking in the door and making some threatening statements about oh ho yeh hai tumhara plan, main sab khatammmmm kar doonga and all, but we never see wtf he’s looking at and this show is fulllllllllllll of red herrings, so........ idc.

riddhima putting on previous mangalsutra for this wedding and..... guts toh hai bandi main. badiii dheent hai.

mummy coming and saying blah blah usse utaar do this is your new mangalsutra and lmaoooooooooooooo

this is the tackiest fucking shit i’ve ever seen in my life. what’s with their obsession of putting their name on everything!?!!!?!!? what are you, an eight grader?!?!!?!?

anyway, bored with this ainvayi ki dhamki waala scene, fwding.

blah blah 2 ghante mein kaunsa chamatkaar hona hai and all......... WHY ARE YOU PPL SO DAMN OVERCONFIDENT????

meanwhile kabir is back and now harassing dadi. KISI KO TOH AKELA CHOD DE.

actually, lmao, i’d love to see him go try this shit on ishani and angre. it would be fucking glooooooooooorious lololololol.

anyway, he wants dadi’s aashirwaad in the form of vansh’s saafa (pagdi/turban). ABBE YAAAAAAAAAAR. USKE UNDERWEAR DRAWER SE JAAKE USKI CHADDI BHI LEKE PEHEN. ITNAAAAAAAAA WANNABE VILLAIN MAINE AAJ TAK NAHI DEKHA. HADHHHHHHH HAI.

chikni chupdi baatein ki i’m just trying to be the son vansh was to this house. if i wear his saafa, it’s like uski aashirwaad aur duaein meri saath hongi.

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PICTURE VANSH’S FACE IS LITERALLY LIKE

anyway dadi is like really really fucking hurt by this and my god i wanna fucking murder kabir.

she’s literally telling him to pick anything else, it’s vansh’s nishaani and he’s like aap sab ke paas koi na koi nishaani hai, mere paas apne bhai ki koiiiiiiiii nishaani nahi hai blah blah and oh my god, this is truly the most villainous thing kabir has done, being thisssssss fucking emotionally manipulative. the absolute fuckkkkkkkk.

ugh anyway long story short. baandh diya dadi ne ukso saafa. bloody nonsense.

poor dadi phoot phoot ki ro rahi hai ki she’s losing vansh bit by bit. awwwww man it’s genuinely heartbreaking.

riddhima has witnessed this and is about to fuckkkkkk shit up lolll.

lmaoooooooooooo dayum.

wtf is your problem, i’m marrying you, why are you torturing the fam like this blah blah. kabir like physical, emotional, moral sabbbbbbbbbbb tarah se tod ke rakh doonga inn sabko and ugh god i just really fucking hate him.

but damn he just looks really good in this sherwani and hair all mussed up.

anyway he’s doing some real messed-up, genocidal dictator kinda talk and phew. is just askinggggggggg to be murdered.

and then lmao he abruptly switched to “bohut khoobsurat lag rahi ho tum; time kya ho raha hai???? ooooooh ek ghanta baaki hai.” and i legittttttt lol’d at the way he delivered it. I HATE VISHAL FOR NOT LETTING ME HATE KABIR IN PEACEEEEEEEEE.

riddhima panic-calling vihaan, wants to go check on him. mummy ne pakad liya, room mein badh kar diya coz K told her to handle riddhima’s bhagodi dulhan ways.

great. riddhima’s having a breakdown.

motivational call from the choti sarrdaarni. she kinda just looks like a tall baby shivangi joshi had with aditi dev sharma????

le, doosre show waale heroine ko bhi pata hai kabir kameena hai, iss show mein 3 episode pehle pata chala issko.

ok is the choti sarrdaarni delusional and having a make-believe phone call with the protagonist of her favt tv show IMMJ, coz she knows waaaaay more details than even the people in this house know about the plot and what went down. she’s talking about how vansh aakhri pal tak ladta raha and riddhima’s like huh, news to me, i just got there in time to see him spout some ghatiya shayari and then throw himself off a cliff.

anyway riddhima seems to have gotten strength from this deranged phone call, so............. good for her, i guess.

———————————————————————

28.11.20

next ep just abruptly started with kabir and mummy in riddhima’s room threatening her and i just.......... dude, whatever. i’m just gonna skim through this ep coz i know it’s just filler shit till literally the last 1 minute.

OK HE’S MANHANDLING HER AGAIN AND FUCKKKKKKKKKKK

dang helly looked evennnnnnnn younger in the first eps. legit baby face. at least now they’ve aged her up a lil with the makeup and styling.

he’s saying don’t bother waiting, no one is gonna come. OH BOY. VIHAAN ARE YOU OK????? ARE YOU OK??????? ARE YOU OK VIHAAN?!?!?!?!?

cue riddhima’s panic attack.

lmao kabir telling mummy ki iss shaadi mein ab koi speedbreaker nahi hai lol. heavy foreshadowing that ab se everything that can go wrong is definitely gonna go wrong.

suddenly at the speed of light kabir is back at the container home in his sherwani and saafa and holding vihaan at gunpoint????

oh. sapna tha riddhima ka. ouff. this stupid show has tooooo fucking many dream sequences.

someone give this bitch a klonopin coz watching her is making my anxiety shoot up.

mummy comes into room 2 min later and sees riddhima sleeping ghoongattttt and all. SURE. NOT SUS AT ALL THAT A BRIDE DYING OF ANXIETY WOULD TAKE A NAP 30 MIN BEFORE THE CEREMONY IN FULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL OUTFIT. TOTALLY A THING THAT HAPPENS.

DUDE SHE PULLED A NURSE WAALI HARKAT AGAIN. LMAOOOOOOOOO. KISKO SULAAAAAKE AAYI HAI TU, AAFAT?!?!?!!?

askdjasldkjlsakdjlaskjdlaskjdlaskjdlkas. ALSO THE FACT THAT MUMMY RECOGNIZED HER FROM HER PRESS ON NAILS. LMAOOOOOOOOOO I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS SHOW.

LMAO RIDDHIMA YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR

lol mummy has to call and give bad news to kabir. and i am sad we didn’t get to see his volcanic reaction, which no doubt would have been epicccccccccccc.

10 MINUTES TO THE CEREMONY. VR MANSION IS 20 MIN AWAY FROM THE CONTAINER HOUSE (AS STATED BY V BEFORE) AND THIS SIS IS...........

RE DEVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

she finally got in and the whole place is empty. he practically lives in a storage unit, you telling me he went and moved his stuff to a whole different storage unit?????

new freakout within the pre-existing panic attack: kabir ne vihaan ko saaf kar diya ya vihaan paise leke bhaag gaya??

cut to fb: riddhima asking V all earnestly ki tum dhoka toh nahi doge na????

HIS ASS ACTUALLY SAID, LEMME TELL YOU A FACT ABOUT ME: I LOVE MY MOM. I SWEAR ON HER I WON’T BETRAY YOU.

AND SHE STILL DIDN’T GET THAT HE’S VANSH. MY GODDDDDDDD.

she’s like nope vihaan gave mummy promise so he won’t give dhoka. ah yes, the most sacred and inviolable of promises.

toh bacha alternative ki kabir has vihaan. 4th simultaneous panic attack in a panic attack. someone sedate this bitch.

aaaaaaaaaand kabir has sent a video of a bomb in VR mansion below the mandap. great.

and now he’s calling to say ki get your ass back home or imma scramble these eggheads called the raisinghanias.

lmao the bomb is counting forwards instead of backwards????

mummy saying MY BETA SMAAAAAARTEST. haan, tha..... kisi zamaane mein. ab nihaayati bewakoof ho gaya hai.

lmao kabir accosted a passing by angre and is like you need to be loyal to me as you were to vansh and lol angre’s like saaf saaf shabdon mein, fuckkkkkkk off.

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO KABIR WENT TO HURL THE NAARIYAL AT ANGRE’S RETREATING HEAD HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAN HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO HATE HIM HE’S SO FUCKING HILARIOUS

lmao he goes to phodofy naariyal and:

abhi bappa ko huullllllllll de raha hai. overconfidence ki hadh toh dekho.

riddhima is back and hunting for the bomb and kabir comes bouncing the fake bomb around and she’s legit like TUMNE MUJHSE JHOOOOOT BOLA?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!? lol bitch, seriously???? because he’s been the paragon of truth and virtue up until this moment??????

“apna hulia sudhaar ke aao. 5 min mein mrs. kabir banne waali ho. thoda standard toh match karo.” lmaooooo the sasss and disdaaaaaain he said that withhhhhh. boy knows he’s looking damn good today.

anyway blah blah shaadi has started. dadi is sad af. to the point where ishani is looking really concerned. i really love this soft ishani.

“kaash samay ka paiyya ulta ghoom jaaye aur mera vansh wapis aa jaaye mere paas.”

dadi, shoulda asked for world peace instead. just the one wish you had and you wasted it on getting your hellion pota back.

some more in-room threatening of riddhima by mummy. while riddhima is throwing out last minute prayers to bappa and vihaan ki bas just do something and stop this whole shitshow.

vihaan ka toh pata nahi, the shady fuck, but bappa like: