#so all i know is like a distant memory- so im like -GASPS-

[darabeatha]

"SHE DIDN'T WANT HER POGCHAMP TO DIE" HFRBFJRDH SOTP SOTP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP S T O P.

[abvsz]

somebody new.ೃ࿐prohero!katsukixmom!reader

summary- Dynamight saved your life but he couldn’t seem to get your picture out his mind. Either can you, until he saw you and your 2 year old at a cafe near by his apartment.

a/n; kind of sad in the beginning so sorry and REALLY BAD IM SORRY I HAVE TO STEP IT UP😣

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chapter 1

There you are. Cold. Rainy. And Gloomy. He only took a glimpse at you in the air. You’re on the ground unlike him. He could barely even see you anyways so he doesn’t think about it. But why would he pay attention to you? Why would you pay attention to him? He’s busy, you’re busy. But it’s different this time. It’s cold, rainy, and gloomy. Lips pale while your little boy is playing with his nanny warm in a big nice blanket. But you’re cold. Wall only supporting your head down to your back. You can’t see anything. Oh. Well you can for a bit. The men who took off your clothes in the freezing cold, walking away slowly. Maybe to get something? Or, i hope, to get in a car and drive away far from here? Phone ringing in the rain. All you can think about is your boy. Izumi. You can hear footsteps. Oh no, you think. Are they going to drug me again? Are they going to hit, and punch me again? Or is it.. someone else? You try to open your eyes, really hard.

“shit you’re freezing, it’s okay, I got you.”

warm.. so.. warm? Rough pads of someone’s fingers pick you up. You’re wearing clothes again.. you think.. he’s just so.. warm.. you open your eyes to look at him. You don’t recognize him, or know him. Your eyes flutter shut leaving to the warm hands you were in.

You gasp for air, like you haven’t in years. Eyes wide open, but you’re in a hospital? You were hoping what happened was a dream. It felt like it.

The hospital light hums above you, cold and clinical. You're awake, but the world still feels distant. You don’t remember how you got here—only the rain, the pain, the fear—and then a voice. A voice that pulled you from the edge.

“It’s okay, I got you.” Keeps repeating in your mind like a throb.

And warmth. A kind of warmth that didn’t feel real. Not like the sun, but like protection. Like safety.

You try to ask the nurse who brought you in, but they only offer vague answers: A pro hero found you. You were lucky. That’s all they’ll say.

But he’s gone. No name. Just a silent ghost in your memory.

Across town, Bakugou leans against the glass window of his apartment, scowling at the rain. Again. The same kind of night he found you.

He tells himself he’s imagining things. That the flash of your face—half-frozen, eyes dazed—isn’t burned into his skull. That he didn’t check the café twice this week. That he didn’t ask his agency if they knew your name.

He did, of course. And they didn’t.

No report filed. No ID on record. No thanks left behind.

Bakugou clenches his jaw. He should forget about you. He should let it go. People are saved every day. That’s the job.

But he can’t shake it—the image of your pale lips, the way your body went limp in his arms, how you gasped like you hadn’t breathed in years.

That wasn’t just a job.

He doesn’t know your name. You don’t know his face. But something is pulling the thread tighter.

And he’s not sure how long he can keep pretending he doesn’t want to find you.

Your hands shake even under the hospital blanket. Not from the cold—it’s long gone now—but from something else. Something that settled in your bones and won’t leave. The nurse says you’re stable, that the IV will help, that you’ll need rest. You nod like you’re listening. But all you can hear is that voice.

“It’s okay, I got you.”

Not the voice of a stranger. Not anymore. You cling to the sound like a rope keeping you tethered. And you wonder—how long did he carry you? Did he look away when they found you like that, bruised and broken and stripped of everything but shame? Did he look at you at all?

You want to believe he did. You want to believe there was kindness behind those words. Protection. Because for a moment—just a second—you felt safe.

You press your palm to your lips. They don’t tremble anymore, but they’re still pale. The nurse catches your gaze again.

“Do you remember anything?” she asks gently.

You swallow. Nod. Then lie. “Not much.”

Because what would you even say? That someone warm found you in the rain, and you don’t even know what he looks like?

You trace the word hero in your mind. Could’ve been anyone. But your gut says otherwise. Whoever he was, he didn’t just pass by. He stayed. You remember his grip. Steady. Strong. Gentle.

Some part of you wants to find him. Not for answers. Not for closure. But because something inside you won’t rest until you do.

Across town, Bakugou hasn’t moved from the window in hours.

He doesn’t notice the sweat cooling on his skin after his evening training. Doesn’t notice the missed call from Kirishima. Doesn’t notice the tea on the table gone cold.

What he does notice is that every time it rains, he looks out the window. Every damn time.

He tells himself it’s just instinct—heroes are trained to watch, to listen, to stay on alert. But he knows that’s a load of crap. He’s not just watching the city. He’s waiting for a ghost.

You.

He’s tried to rationalize it. Maybe it was trauma talking. Maybe it was just the adrenaline. Maybe he was just doing his job. But nothing about that night felt routine. Nothing about you felt forgettable.

Bakugou isn’t good with delicate things. He never has been. He breaks things by accident just by being too much. Too loud, too harsh, too honest.

But when he touched you, when he lifted your body out of the mud and filth and hell—he was careful.

You were so light. Too light. Your breath barely there.

He’s haunted by the way you blinked up at him—once—and then passed out like your soul had given up. Something about that one blink undid something in him.

He doesn’t even know your name, but it’s like you’ve taken up permanent residence in his mind. Like the rain, like the cold, like the nights where sleep doesn’t come.

Bakugou finally pulls away from the window, grabs his jacket. Not because he knows where he’s going.

But because he has to go.

He doesn’t know what he’s looking for, but he knows it when he feels it.

And he felt you.

It’s been weeks since the hospital. Your body’s healing faster than your mind, but your son—Izumi—is too young to see the fractures still stitched across your thoughts. He just knows Mama holds him a little tighter now. That she’s always watching the door.

But today is different.

It’s the first time you’ve taken him to the little corner café by the bookstore. The one with the honey-colored lighting and old jazz humming low through the speakers. It’s quiet. Safe. You’re tucked into the corner booth, Izumi coloring with fat crayons while you sip lukewarm coffee like it’s some kind of anchor.

You’re trying. That has to count for something.

You do your research on this hero and find out who he is, Katsuki Bakugo-Pro Hero Dynamight, you know it’s him, you can feel it in your heart.

The bell over the door rings.

You glance up out of habit—and freeze.

It’s him.

You know it’s him. You’d only seen his face for a moment, through slitted eyes and pain-thick haze, but there’s no mistaking that energy. That presence.

Tall, broad shoulders visible in his dark hero costume, heavy boots drag through the cafe. Blonde hair spiked and wind-swept from the weather. A sharp gaze that flickers across the café, lands on you for a heartbeat—

And skips past like he doesn’t know you.

Your breath catches.

He walks to the counter like nothing happened. Like you’re not there.

But you saw it. The pause. The flicker in his eyes. He recognized you. You’re sure of it.

Izumi tugs your sleeve. “Mama, you okay?”

You nod, blinking fast. “Yeah, baby. I’m fine.”

But you’re not. Because now your heart is racing in that same frantic rhythm it did in the rain. Not from fear. From something else.

He orders something black, no sugar. Sits across the café, back to the wall. Not facing you—but not not facing you either.

And then he leaves.

He comes again the next day.

Doesn’t say a word. Just walks in, orders, stays for twenty minutes, and leaves. Sometimes he glances over when he thinks you’re not looking. Never when your son’s watching.

You don’t know what you’re expecting. For him to walk over and say something? Anything?

But he never does. Not with Izumi there. Like he’s waiting for the right moment. Or maybe he thinks you don’t remember him. Maybe he’s protecting you by keeping the distance.

You start going to the café more. Not because you’re hoping. At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

But you always sit in the same booth. And your eyes always flick to the door when the bell rings.

And Bakugou? He keeps showing up.

Same time. Same drink. Same silence.

And yet, something keeps growing in the quiet between you—something fragile and electric.

Until one day, Izumi’s home sick. You almost don’t go, but something in you says: today.

You walk in alone.

He’s already there.

And this time, when he looks up—

He doesn’t look away.

The café is quieter than usual.

Rain slips down the windows in steady trails, and the jazz playing overhead sounds softer today, more distant. You’re alone. No crayon marks on the table, no tiny voice asking for another cookie. Just your coffee, cooling in your hands.

You don’t even look up when the bell chimes.

You already know it’s him.

Footsteps pause. You can feel it like a shift in pressure.

And then—

He walks toward you.

You glance up, breath caught somewhere between your chest and your throat.

He stands at the edge of your table, fingers tapping against his coffee cup. Jaw tense. Eyes locked on yours.

For a second, neither of you speak. Just… watch each other.

Then, quietly—like he doesn’t want to startle you—he says,

“You remember me.”

You nod. “I do.”

He exhales, like he’s been holding his breath for weeks.

“Your kid,” he says, clearing his throat. “Didn’t wanna bother you when he was around. Figured you’d—” he stops, clicks his tongue, looks away, “—didn’t wanna make shit weird.”

You give a small smile. It doesn’t quite reach your eyes, but it’s real. “You didn’t. You don’t.”

Bakugou hesitates. Then pulls out the chair across from you.

“Can I—?”

You nod again. “Yeah. Please.”

He sits down slowly, careful in a way that doesn’t fit the reputation you’ve heard of him. Like he’s not used to doing this. Like maybe this is harder for him than charging into a fight.

“I tried to find you,” you admit, voice low. “I didn’t even know your name. Just your voice.”

He shifts, glances out the window. “Didn’t leave it. Wasn’t thinkin’. Just… saw you there and—fuck, you were barely breathing.”

You lower your gaze. That night lives under your skin like frostbite. But his voice—hearing it now, real and close and steady—melts some part of it.

“You saved me,” you whisper. “You didn’t have to.”

He looks back at you, and this time, there’s nothing guarded in his expression.

“I wanted to.”

The silence stretches, but it’s not heavy. Not this time. It’s warm. Familiar.

You toy with the rim of your mug. “You never came over before. Why now?”

His hands flex on the table. “Didn’t want to scare you off. Figured… maybe you didn’t wanna see my face. Not after what happened.”

You look at him, really look. He’s not the same kind of warm you remember. That warmth was emergency. This one is steadier. Like heat in winter.

“I did want to see you,” you say honestly.

His eyes soften, just a little. The hard edges don’t vanish—but they ease.

“…You got a name?” he asks, rough but not unkind.

You smile for real this time. “Yeah. It’s y/n.”

He nods, like he’s memorizing it.

“I’m Bakugou.”

“I know.”

Of course you do.

He smirks faintly, a hint of relief in it. Like maybe this doesn’t have to be so hard.

And for the first time, the weight of that night doesn’t feel quite so heavy.

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[rafeobx]

WOULD'VE, COULD'VE, SHOULD'VE

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fourth part to I LOVE YOU, IM SORRY

pair: ex!rafe x maybank!pogue!reader

plot: rafe comforts you after your meltdown, but he still has his gaurd up. meanwhile, jj figures why you left the obx

warnings: mentions of abuse, panic attacks, angst, name calling, depression, mention of luke maybanks

you turned, stumbling away from the chaos, away from liam, away from rafe, away from everyone. you just needed to breathe. you needed to escape the suffocating weight of it all. your legs moved on their own, carrying you through the startled crowd, past the worried faces of your friends. you heard jj call your name, then sarah, but their voices were distant, drowned out by the roaring in your ears.

you ran blindly, crashing through the undergrowth at the edge of the clearing, the sharp branches scratching at your skin, but you didn't feel it. you just ran, fueled by pure, unadulterated panic. the sounds of the party faded behind you, replaced by the pounding of your own heart and the ragged gasps for air that tore from your throat.

you didn't stop until your lungs burned and your legs gave out, collapsing onto the damp earth beneath a gnarled live oak tree, its branches draped in spanish moss like mournful sentinels. the air was thick and still, buzzing with the cicadas' nightly song, a stark contrast to the frantic storm inside you. you curled into a tight ball, burying your face in your knees, hot tears scalding your skin.

the flashback had been so vivid, so real. the feel of the hand around your neck, the smell of stale liquor, the unhinged rage in those eyes. but liam's touch, the way he'd tried to force a kiss, it had triggered something deep and dark, something you had tried so desperately to bury.

you were shaking, uncontrollably, your whole body wracked with silent sobs. the memories were a suffocating blanket, pressing down on you, stealing your breath. you were back there, in that moment, powerless and terrified.

meanwhile, back at the kegger, jj stood frozen, watching your retreating figure disappear into the darkness. he processed your reaction, the sheer, raw terror on your face, the way you’d recoiled, the high-pitched whimper – it wasn't a normal reaction to a fight. a cold dread began to settle in his stomach--a flash of recognition in his eyes . he knew that look.he remembered the way your body had convulsed, the absolute terror in your eyes. it was unlike anything he’d ever seen from you. a memory, half-formed, flickered in his mind: your words after you’d first left, something about wanting to forget, about a past you couldn’t escape.

“what the hell was that?!” john b's voice was sharp, cutting through the stunned silence. his eyes were narrowed at liam. “what the fuck did you do?”

liam, holding his bleeding jaw, just stared, bewildered. “she-- she freaked out for no reason. i don’t know what happened.”

“no reason?!” kie snapped, her eyes blazing at liam. “that’s what you call no reason, you creep?”

sarah pushed past them, her face etched with concern. “y/n! y/n, wait!” she started to run after you, but kiara grabbed her arm.

“give her a minute, sarah,” she said, his gaze fixed on the spot where you’d vanished. “something’s really wrong.”

liam just shook his head, rubbing his jaw. “nothing! i just… i was just trying to kiss her. she got freaked out for no reason.”

pope stepped forward, his expression grave. “that wasn’t ‘no reason,’ liam. that was pure panic.”

jj, still observing from a distance, felt a chilling certainty about your reaction. he knew you, and that terror was deep, far beyond what what any casual flirtation gone wrong could elicit.

rafe looked at jj, whose face was still a mask of raw fury mixed with overwhelming worry for you.

“what happened to her, maybank?” rafe asked again, his voice low and raspy, devoid of its usual arrogance, directed at jj who still hadn't moved from where he’d confronted liam. “what did she go through?”

jj stared him down, a flicker of something close to pity in his eyes, quickly masked by anger. “i don't know, but that’s none of your damn business, cameron. not anymore.”

but rafe wasn't listening. he looked at sarah, his voice pleading now. “sarah, what is it? what happened to her?”

sarah’s face was pale. she wasn't supposed to say anything--she promised. not even to jj. but after seeing your reaction, a part of her broke. the secret she’d guarded, the pieces of your story you’d shared in hushed whispers on rare, dark nights, felt like a lead weight in her stomach. she felt a fresh wave of guilt for not speaking up sooner, for letting you carry it alone.

the conflict warring on her face was clear to jj and rafe, who watched her intently, but john b, and pope were too focused on the immediate chaos and their concern for you to notice the subtle shift in her demeanor.

"what do you mean, 'she doesn’t talk about it,' sarah?" jj’s voice suddenly cut through the air, colder and sharper than anyone had ever heard it.

he had seen the way sarah had flinched, the slight shift in her eyes, the way she seemed to hold something back. his gaze, still burning from his rage at liam, snapped to darah, filled with an immediate, deep-seated betrayal.

"you knew? you knew something like this was happening to her, and you didn't say anything? not to me? not to john b? not to anyone?!" his hands balled into fists, not at Liam, but at the idea of sarah not even trusting him enough to tell him.

“jj, i'm sorry, but i promised her! she made me promise! it wasn’t my story to tell.”

“her story to tell?!” jj scoffed, a bitter, disbelieving laugh escaping him. “you think keeping her secret was helping her, sarah?!” he took a step towards her, his voice rising, raw with hurt and anger, the intensity of his emotion shocking even john b, kie, and pope. “we could have helped her! i should have helped her!”

john b stepped between them, his hand going to jj's chest. “woah, jj, calm down! she’s trying to tell you she was just trying to respect y/n’s privacy!”

“privacy?!” jj yelled, shrugging john b’s hand off. “she’s my sister, john b! you don’t keep things like this from family!” his furious gaze remained fixed on sarah, a deep, wounded accusation in his eyes.

rafe, still reeling from the scene, a wave of guilt, sharp and suffocating, washed over rafe. he’d pushed you, mocked you, and now… he’d clearly made everything so much worse. he’d been so consumed by his own anger, his own pain, he hadn’t stopped to consider yours. the added shock that sarah knew something resonated deeply with rafe's own desperate need for answers. he didn't understand the depth of it, but he knew now that sarah was hiding a piece of your past that explained everything about why you had left him.

he watched jj’s face, the raw worry etched in his features, and a strange, unfamiliar impulse took hold. he couldn't let them find you first. he didn't know why, but he needed to be the one to find you.

he needed to understand what had happened to you, what had caused that terror, and perhaps, in some twisted way, try to make amends for his own part in your pain.

rafe drove with a reckless abandon, the headlights cutting through the inky blackness of the marsh road. his mind was a chaotic swirl of rage, guilt, and a growing, desperate concern. he knew the marsh like the back of his hand, every winding path, every hidden creek. he tried to retrace your path, imagining where you would run when you were truly terrified. not towards the familiar, not towards the cut. somewhere isolated. somewhere deep.

he killed the engine near a barely visible, overgrown path he remembered from years ago, a secluded spot deep within the preserve that only a few knew about. he cut the lights, the sudden darkness absolute, pressing in around him. he grabbed a flashlight from his glove compartment, the beam slicing through the oppressive gloom, illuminating spiderwebs and dangling spanish moss.

he plunged into the dense undergrowth, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and decaying leaves. mosquitoes buzzed around his head, but he barely noticed. his gaze swept the ground, looking for any sign, any disturbed leaf, any broken twig. he called your name, his voice low, almost a whisper, then louder, laced with a desperation he didn't recognize. “y/n! y/n, where are you?!”

he heard the distant, faint shouts of the other pogues echoing through the marsh, getting closer. he quickened his pace, a new urgency propelling him forward. he had to find you before them.

then, he saw it. a faint shimmer, almost swallowed by the shadows. he pushed through a curtain of tangled vines and stopped dead.

you were there, huddled at the base of an enormous live oak, its ancient branches twisting above you like tormented limbs. you were curled into a tight ball, your face buried in your knees, your shoulders shaking with silent sobs. your clothes were torn and muddy, your hair plastered to your face. you looked so small, so utterly broken, in a way he had never seen you. the raw, vulnerable sight of you, stripped of all your usual fire and defiance, hit him like a physical blow.

he lowered the flashlight, its beam now casting a soft glow around you. he didn't move, afraid to startle you further. the anger, the jealousy, the self-pity he'd carried all night, all of it dissolved, replaced by a cold, sharp ache in his chest.

“y/n?” his voice was barely a whisper, hoarse and unfamiliar to his own ears. he took a slow, deliberate step closer. “it’s… it’s rafe.”

you flinched violently at the sound of his voice, your head snapping up. your eyes, red-rimmed and swollen, met his, and for a terrifying moment, he saw the same wild, unfocused terror that had been there just minutes ago. you scrambled back further, pressing yourself desperately against the rough bark of the tree, as if trying to merge with it.

“go away” you whimpered, your voice raw and choked, pulling your knees tighter to your chest.

he stopped, his heart clenching. he hated that you didn't wanna see him. his chest tightened, a strange mix of hurt and a potent, unfamiliar helplessness. he had caused you so much pain, had driven you away. and now, seeing you like this, he realized just how deep that pain truly went.

he knew he couldn’t touch you, couldn’t even get too close. the terror in your eyes was a clear warning. he slowly sank to his knees a few feet away, placing the flashlight on the ground between them, illuminating your shaking form in its soft glow. he kept his hands open, palms up, in a gesture of surrender.

“i’m not gonna hurt you,” he said, his voice softer than he’d thought possible. he hated the pathetic sound of it, but he hated the terror in your eyes more.

you swallowed hard, your gaze flickering from his open hands to his face, then back to the ground. the shaking of your shoulders lessened, almost imperceptibly. “i know,” you whispered, the words barely audible, rough with tears.

he saw a flicker in your eyes, a tiny spark of something other than pure terror. understanding? confusion? he didn't know. but you didn't recoil further. you just watched him, your breath still coming in shaky gasps, but you were watching him. and for rafe, in that moment, it was enough.

he continued, his voice still low, careful. “i just… i heard. what happened. at the party.” he hesitated, searching for the right words, for anything that wouldn’t make you recoil further. “i… i saw.” he forced himself to look up, to meet your gaze. “what he did. that guy. liam. that wasn’t right. you didn’t deserve that.” he paused, then forced himself to continue, raw with an unfamiliar shame. “and… what i said to you earlier. that was… that was wrong too. i didn’t know. i’m sorry, y/n.”

the apology, spoken with such rare and raw vulnerability from him, hung in the humid air. your breath hitched again, but this time it wasn’t purely from fear. it was something else, something caught between the pain and a faint, almost forgotten tenderness.

rafe watched you, his blue eyes intense, searching your face for any sign. he saw the tear tracks, the muddy streaks, the haunted look, and a wave of something akin to physical pain washed over him. he wanted to close the distance between you, to pull you into his arms, but he forced himself to stay still, remembering the way you’d recoiled from liam. the sight of your trembling form made his own hands clench, a desperate urge to protect you, to somehow undo whatever horrors you'd experienced.

“y/n…” he began again, his voice cracking slightly. he didn’t know what to say, what to do. he was always so sure of himself, so in control, and now he felt utterly lost. he picked up another small piece of bark, fiddling with it. “i… i just want to make sure you’re okay." his voice was hesitant, uncertain, a stark contrast to his usual arrogant tone.

you didn’t answer right away. you just watched him, your eyes still wide, but the abject terror was slowly, almost imperceptibly, giving way to a weary sadness. you saw the unfamiliar vulnerability in his eyes, the genuine concern that softened the hard lines of his face. it was the rafe you used to know, the one who could be unexpectedly tender beneath all the kook bravado. the rafe you had loved. and maybe, despite everything, still did.

the cold dampness of the earth seeped into your skin, a harsh contrast to the warmth that was beginning to eman spread from the soft glow of the flashlight between you. you shivered, a deep, full-body tremor.

rafe saw it. without another word, he slowly, carefully, began to shed his soaked outer shirt, revealing the pale skin and defined muscles beneath. he laid it on the damp ground in front of him, then took off his jacket, placing it beside the shirt. he looked at them, then at you, an unspoken offer.

you hesitated, then slowly, tentatively, you reached out a shaking hand towards the offered fabric. it was a small gesture, but for rafe, it felt monumental. a hairline crack in the wall of your despair.

he watched as you pulled the shirt and jacket towards you, clutching them to your chest. the warmth of his body, still clinging to the fabric, was a strange, comforting presence against your cold, clammy skin. you didn't put them on, but just held them, inhaling the faint, familiar scent of him – salt and faint cologne and something uniquely rafe. it was a small anchor in the storm raging within you.

you finally spoke, your voice still rough but gaining a whisper of strength. "why... why are you here, rafe?" the question hung in the humid air, heavy with all the unspoken history between you.

he met your gaze, his blue eyes intense in the faint glow of the flashlight. "i don't know," he admitted, a rare vulnerability in his tone. "i... i saw what happened. and i remembered what i said earlier. about you bleeding on someone else." he ran a hand through his damp hair, a frustrated sigh escaping him. "it was stupid, y/n. i didn't... i didn't know you were going through something like that. i didn't know it was that deep." he paused, his gaze hardening slightly. "and seeing you with liam, it made my blood boil, okay? that pogue touching you like that, after everything we've been through. it made me jealous, y/n. yeah, i said it."

he shifted, picking up a small, smooth stone from the muddy ground, turning it over and over in his fingers. "when i saw you... when i saw you react like that, it just... it hit me. you never let anyone see you like that. not even me. not in all the time we were together. i realized... i realized i don't know everything about you, do i?" his voice was low, almost a self-recrimination. "i thought i did. i thought i knew all your edges, all your defenses. but... this..." he gestured vaguely, encompassing your raw state, "this is different."

you hugged his discarded clothes tighter to your chest, the warmth a strange comfort. "you didn't want to know," you murmured, your voice tinged with old hurt. "you always wanted the easy version. the fun version. the version that didn't have... complications."

he flinched, the accusation landing true. "maybe," he conceded, his voice barely audible. "maybe i was a coward. maybe i just... i liked the easy version. it was easier than facing... whatever it was that made you run from here in the first place." he paused, his gaze searching yours. "but i care about you, y/n. more than i ever let on. more than i probably should. and if knowing all those parts of you means i can stop you from feeling this way, then so be it. because seeing you like this... it's tearing me up."

a fresh wave of tears welled in your eyes, but these were different. they were for the lost moments, the unspoken truths, the raw, complicated connection that still lingered between you, despite all the chaos and heartache. "it's always been complicated with us, hasn't it?" you whispered, a sad smile touching your lips.

he offered a faint, wry smile back. "yeah. always." he was quiet for a moment, then looked at you again, his expression softening further. "i just... i want you to be okay, y/n. genuinely okay. whatever that takes." he paused, then added, "if you ever want to talk, about any of it... i'm here. i mean it. no judgment. no expectations. just me. and whatever it is you need to get off your chest."

the air around you felt lighter, almost breathable. the storm within you hadn't passed, but the intensity of the downpour had eased. having him simply sit there, offering quiet presence and unexpected sincerity, was more than you'd dared to hope for.

you looked at him, truly looked at rafe cameron, sitting in the mud, shirtless and vulnerable, offering you a piece of his own comfort. and for the first time in a long time, you saw past the kook exterior, past the arrogant masks he wore, past the hurt you caused, to the lost boy beneath.

he took a shaky breath, his blue eyes locking with yours, a raw intensity in their depths. he leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a near whisper, laden with a confession he'd clearly held back for too long. "y/n, i... i think i'm still in lo—"

just then, a twig snapped violently in the undergrowth nearby. both your heads whipped up, eyes darting to the source of the sound. the beam of a powerful flashlight cut through the darkness, sweeping across the gnarled trees, then landed squarely on the two of you.

“y/n!”

the voice, thick with relief, anger, and a desperate worry, was unmistakably jj’s.

jj burst through the last curtain of vines, his face contorted in a mix of fury and raw concern. he stopped dead, his own flashlight beam fixing on rafe, who was still on his knees, shirtless, a few feet from you. jj’s eyes narrowed, taking in the scene: your huddled, shaking form clutching rafe’s clothes, and rafe looking more vulnerable than jj had ever seen him.

“rafe,” jj said, his voice flat, a hard edge beneath the apparent calm. he didn't lunge, didn't scream, but the tension radiating from him was palpable. he already knew about your past with rafe, about the lingering, messy feelings. he might not like rafe, but he tolerated him because he knew what you and rafe had once shared. this wasn't about the who, it was about the what. "what are you doing here?" he asked, his eyes sweeping from rafe to your huddled form, the question laced with a deep, protective suspicion.

rafe slowly straightened, rising from his knees, his face hardening as he met jj’s furious gaze. the fragile tenderness that had bloomed in him moments before was quickly overshadowed by his own protective rage. "she doesn't need you right now, maybank," rafe spat, stepping slightly in front of you, a silent shield. "she needs space."

you whimpered, pressing yourself further against the tree, the sudden shift in atmosphere, the familiar tension between them, threatening to unravel what little calm you’d managed to find. the thought of another confrontation, another explosion, made your stomach clench. "jj, no!" you choked out, your voice barely a whisper, but it cut through the charged air.

jj faltered, his eyes darting to your face, seeing the fresh terror there, and his fists unclenched slightly. he was torn, his rage at rafe warring with his concern for you. he looked from your terrified eyes to rafe’s defiant, protective stance, a new, complex understanding dawning on his face. he’d known rafe was there, had heard his truck, but he hadn't expected to find this. the intensity, the raw emotion between you and rafe, was palpable, even to him.

then, jj’s gaze locked onto your face, and he saw it. he saw the ghost of the same terror that had haunted his own eyes for years, the raw, visceral fear of something unspeakable. it wasn't just panic, it was that kind of panic. the kind he knew from his father, from those dark nights when the world shrunk to a fist and a scream. he didn't know the specifics of what had happened to you, but he recognized the aftermath. the sight of your shaking body, reliving a nightmare, broke through his anger at rafe. he didn't care who was with you, only that you were hurting.

he dropped his flashlight, letting it clatter to the damp ground, illuminating a patch of mud. he took another step, then another, ignoring rafe's presence, his eyes fixed on you. his focus narrowed to just you, to the raw, exposed pain radiating from your curled-up form.

“y/n,” he said, his voice now a low, rumbling broken whisper, thick with a deep, aching empathy that came from years of shared trauma. it wasn't the angry, protective brother anymore; it was the boy who understood, who had felt the same fear. he didn’t ask if you were okay. he knew you weren't. he just slowly, cautiously, lowered himself to the ground a few feet from you, mirroring rafe’s earlier position but keeping his gaze entirely on you. he didn't reach for you, respecting the invisible barrier of your fear, but his presence was a heavy, anchoring weight of familiar comfort.

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[rhysandsfavwhore]

Sweet Dreams

Rhysand x fem!reader

content; stressed and clingy Rhys (i honestly dont know why i like writing about a stressed clingy rhys for), fluff

notes; okay ik this doesn’t completely match up with Rhys’ backstory but its okay☺️

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Ink covers his tanned hands as they grip onto the desk, a result of days and days worth of paperwork. He was writing back to all the courts, gathering plans and information on Hybern.

However, it seems he doesn't have a responsibility of taking care of himself. The pile of uneaten food on the floor directly below his window, his sunken eyes and haunted look is all proof of that fact.

As his childhood friend, you were especially worried for him. He isn't himself. granted, he witnessed and been through much more, but looked like he had lost it.

“If you wanted to see me, you should have just asked.” Rhys sighs, attempting to straighten the mess that is his desk.

“And would you have let me? See you, that is.” You respond, crossing your arms at him. You had made her way in here after claiming his window was ‘broken.’

“I've been busy.” He offers.

“Right.” You nods, her gaze distant, understanding his pressure and mounds of work to get through.

“You know, I think your window is broken. Food always seems to be falling from it.” You says, your brows raising. “You want to explain this to me?”

“No.”

“Rhys.”

“No” He corrects coldly. He then watches her straighten, and feels a twinge of guilt. He takes a few deep breaths, closing his eyes and slowly opening them again.

"Rhys..” you try again, hoping to get anything more than one word from him.

“That will be all, Y/N”

“Rhys, wait-”

“That will be all ”

“Let me help you fix the window. Please. It doesn't have to stay broken.” You says. something in your expression tells Rhys your not just talking about the window, anymore.

“I'm afraid it's beyond repair.” he replies, barely above a whisper.

“oh Rhys” you say, walking over to him and running a hand through his hair. “nothing cannot be fixed”

He allows himself to close his eyes after you run your hand through his messy hair, and he practically melts into your touch. He’d miss this. He’d miss you. He hadn’t seen you all week.

“How can you be sure?” He counters, and it’s almost a challenge.

“because that ‘window’ is not broken, it just needs a hand, and thats what I’m here for.”

He can’t find the strength to fight you on it any longer. He’s tired, both mentally and physically. He can feel the bags under his eyes weighing him down.

He leans into you for comfort, placing his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around you. It was a move he hasn’t done since he was a young child, and the memory of his childhood days was almost enough to make him cry.

All he could manage was a weak “I’ve missed you.”

“ive missed you too Rhys” you said, your voice almost breaking. after everything you’ve seen him go through, you couldn’t understand why this hit so hard, but you didn’t want to pry.

Rhys holds you tighter, his grip desperate and needy. Your familiar warmth was almost enough to make him gasp. He’d missed you so much, being cooped up in his office all day just left him with his own thoughts, and he almost drowned in them.

He needed you, here, now.

“shh, im here” you cooed, running fingers through his hair.

The simple, yet affectionate gesture was enough to make Rhys eyes water. He wanted to speak, wanted to say anything to express how he was feeling, but he was afraid that if he even opened his mouth- he’d burst into tears.

So he stayed like that, his arms around your middle and his head pressed against you, listening to your heartbeat. The steady rhythm was like a metronome, and he found himself getting calmer with each thump. This side of him was one he was embarrassed to show, one even you and only seen on few occasions.

you pressed a kiss to the top of his head and allowed him to stay comfortably resting on you, not wanting to disturb he one moment of peace he has had in days.

Rhys felt warmth bloom in his chest as you kissed the top of his head. It was something you used to do all the time when you were kids, and the action itself was enough to bring a few tears to Rhys’ eyes.

“Thank you for checking on me,” He mumbled out the words into your shirt. “I’ve been really out of it, lately.”

“i know, i know. come on you need some rest” you said before taking him by the hand and leading him to his bedroom.

Rhys, while a bit surprised, lets you lead him over to his bed without protest. You could see the exhaustion in his weary eyes, he needed sleep, and he didn’t even realize it.

When you reach the edge of the bed, he stops, and seems to hesitate before laying down. He’s still holding your hand, and makes no move to let go.

you stand, unsure weather you should pull away from his grip or not. “ill go grab you some water, get some sleep” you say, deciding leaving him to rest was your best option.

Rhys’ hand gripped yours tighter in reaction, and you could see a hint of panic in his expression. “Don’t go.” He muttered.

He really did look like a lost little kid at the moment. His hair was messy, his eyes were tired, and his clothes disheveled.

You smiled slightly at him and gave a small nod and you lay on the edge of the bed, slightly propped up against the headboard, unsure what to do.

Almost as if he were magnetized, Rhys quickly moves over to you, and lays down on the bed next to you. He doesn’t let go of your hand, instead he intertwines his fingers with yours.

He can’t bring himself to move his gaze away from you, he looks at you with the eyes of a man starved; who finally found some water. He just needed you now.

You gently ran his free had down the side of his face giving him a sweet smile.

Rhys leaned into the soft touch of your hand against the side of his face. He couldn’t help but close his eyes for a second, savoring the feeling of your fingers on his skin. Every little touch sent his heart racing.

He opened his eyes after a moment, and gave you a weak smile. “You always used to do that.” He muttered out the words just loud enough for you to hear, “Whenever I couldn’t sleep.”

“i know” you gave him a soft smile and kept your reassuring movements going.

Rhys was practically purring at the feeling of your fingers against his skin. The combination of it and his exhaustion was making his eyelids feel incredibly heavy.

He moved himself closer, until his head was rested against your chest. He could hear the rhythmic thump of your heartbeat through your shirt, and it almost made him yawn.

You were shocked at how close he got to you. a part of you relaxed knowing that you always wanted to be more than friends but scared to tell him and thought maybe, he now felt the same, but you brushed the thought aside knowing he needed his friend now, not a girl pinning over him.

He shifted on the bed, until he was resting mostly on top of you. He wrapped his arms around your midsection, his grip desperate and almost needy.

He was silently begging you to stay with him, even if he didn’t realize it. He buried his head against your chest, and let out a shaky breath.

“get some sleep Rhys” you sighed, smoothing your hands down his back.

Rhys could feel the steady rise and fall of your chest as your hands move up and down his back, the sensation was hypnotizing.

He couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer, and he found himself drifting off to sleep. He mumbled something, but it was inaudible with his face buried into your shirt.

As he drifted off, you whispered, so quite you could hardly hear yourself, “i love you Rhys” hoping he was asleep.

But he wasn’t asleep, and he’d heard.

He felt his heart flutter in his chest, and a warm feeling began to bloom in his chest. You loved him. You loved him?

He didn’t speak, and he didn’t move. He pretended that he was asleep. He wanted to hear more.

“i love you Rhys, i always have” you whispered, thinking out loud as you ran your hands through his hair, thinking this is the closest you will every get to being more than a best friend to him.

The words echoed in Rhys’ head, over and over again. You loved him. You always had.

He could’ve laughed, he certainly wanted to. Had he really been that dense?

He could feel your fingers running through his messy hair, and it was enough of a distraction to keep him from exploding with emotions right there.

“sweet dreams Rhys”

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[pyxxiestyxx]

Storm

RRRRRRrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRUMMMMMMMM

She squeezed her eyes shut as another rolling wave of thunder seemed to shake the house, only unclenching her fists after it passed. Her breathing remained in its elevated state, though. She had given up on trying to control it about half an hour ago, when the power had flickered slightly and sent her brain into a panicked frenzy.

RrrrrrrRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOM CR-R-R-RACK

She blanked out for a minute, only coming to her senses when she was safely squeezed under her bed, clutching the necklace tightly enough to cut into her hand. The light on it was flashing, so she must have pressed it at some point. She remembered what the Affini had said when it was handed to her.

"If you ever need me, press the gem in the center, and I will be there for you."

She stared at it now, the little details in the metal quickly running red as she continued to hold it. If she had been more clear headed, she would have scolded her present self for giving in so easily, for letting someone else take care of her own damn problems. All she had to do was fucking relax, but she couldn't even do that right and she was such a fucking coward, such a complete and utter failure. She acted tough, had scoffed and told the affini to fuck of, but the plant had insisted she take the necklace with her anyway, just in case. The Terran had promised herself not to ever use it, had told herself to woman up and show how she didn't need anything from anyone anymore.

But all she could do was tremble and whimper at the noise, the terrible noise. It was so Loud, too Loud, too big and painful and it reminded her of memories that hurt to open and she couldn't relax-

"Petal?"

A near-silent gasp squeaked out of her throat as her door opened, and the affini stepped into the room. The sight of her didn't fill her with dread like normal; she was far too too into anxiety to have anything but sweet relief. The affini looked around for her, then seemed to sniff the air a few times, a look of concern flashing across its face as she doubtless smelled her injury hanging heavy in the air. The plant stooped low, unfurling itself and wriggling around and above the terran in a way that isolated her nearly completely. Tthe next crash of thunder didn't remind her of weaponsfire so much as a distant drum, far and farther away with each second.

"I'm here now, little one. I'm right here, and I have you.". Her voice was sweet, like a violin the Terran had heard someone play once. She shook in the affini's grasp, unable to say or do anything, keeping her eyes fixed on the necklace. Vines wrapped around her hand, and something was injected into her wrist that made the muscles in her fingers relax their deathlike grip. The affini carefully pulled the necklace from her, wiped it with something, and then carefully placed it back around the terran's neck. She hummed as she worked on the hand next, tending to it carefully, each movement precise.

"There we go. All better, though we'll get a Vet to look at that later to make sure. Once the storm passes, anyway. How are you doing, dear?"

Her voice finally forced itself through the block in her throat, rattling her as it flooded out in wretched sobs. "I ….I….im…i-it, I'm hic I'm not….I'm sc…scared an I don know what to do and I…I'm hic my therapist, he said to breathe and I c-c-cant and-"

"Shhhhhh shhhhh shhhh….it's alright, remember? I'm right here now. We don't have to worry about the past or the future, okay? You and I can just enjoy the present." Her words washed over the terran, a comforting blanket that filled in any cracks the vines did not until all the Terran could do was relax.

The affini hugged the Terran close, watching as the class Z she had mixed into the injection finally take hold. The poor thing needed it. She squeezed the little one closer, making her a silent promise to never let her go through that alone again.

[teddypickrwritings]

Hiiiii yaaa, im not sure if your request were open but if not, I apologies for my clumsiness, Im obsessed w your writing style... Could I ask for a one shot of Ithaqua x reader pls- or maybe.... Childhood friend!reader 😭😭 fluff fluff fluffff if you're in the mood ✨

Snowy Reunion - Night Watch x Childhood Friend Reader

A/N: Don’t apologize for being awkward, it’s okay!! And my requests are always open! I’m always in the mood for fluff stuff. 🩵

You were lonely for most of your childhood, making acquaintances but never an actual friend. Those weak friendships didn’t last for very long either—especially when Nathaniel Norwell, the magistrate’s son, started ostracizing you.

“They say that witches don’t have friends. You know what that means, (Y/N)? You’re a witch!” the boy jeered at you constantly. And because children don’t know any better, the others started shunning you as well. Your parents’ comforting words slowly lost their effectiveness as you began to believe the taunts over time.

You had sought refuge in the forest when the bullying was especially bad one day. Your parents were on a trip so you could not run into their arms. This turned out to be a mistake on your part—you ended up getting lost and nearly caught in a blizzard.

But, by some miracle, you were found. A kind woman with red hair had appeared out of nowhere and led you back to her cabin to stay for the night—and it was there you met your best friend.

He had scared you with his bright and curious face so similar to Nathaniel’s. But unlike your tormentor, Ithaqua was very kind to you. He was so happy to see another person besides his mother, and one that was his age. You answered his endless amount of questions about society but did not bring up Nathaniel. And you never brought up the mysterious woman and her son in the village. Even though you were young, you knew that some things should be kept secret.

The memory of that night, along with countless others, kept you warm as you trudged through the fast-falling snow. You couldn’t shake the bittersweet feeling that came with those memories, though. Upon your return to Leng, you had learned that Nathaniel was now dead because of a certain red-haired woman. The villagers all said she turned out to be a horrifying witch that had cursed Nathaniel and led him to his death.

She was nothing but kind, you wanted to say, but couldn’t. You only felt a small pang of sympathy for Nathaniel but not much else. He was never your friend and had treated you harshly; there was no need to shed tears. Instead, you immediately went into the forest to find the “witch’s” son.

The feeling of deja vu was overwhelming as you trekked the path to the cabin. Tears became frozen on your eyelashes as you had an awful thought: what if he’s dead too?

A sudden and distant laugh made you stop in your tracks. You were instantly as alert as a fox. “Hello?” you called out, then felt stupid. Why did you draw more attention to yourself?! The lack of response did not make you feel better. You could only hear the sound of your fearful heartbeat.

It happened in an instant—something knocked you face-first into the snowy ground, muffling your screams. You thrashed around in an attempt to get whatever was on you off, but to no avail. The creature flipped you over onto your back and both of you gasped at the same time.

“You…! (Y/N)?!”

Your fear dissipated in an instant as you recognized the voice behind an unfamiliar mask. It was muffled and a bit deeper now, but you vividly remembered that playful lilt.

You uttered his name as he took off his mask.

The black eyes and faint pupils shocked you, but other than that…yes, this man was your friend! His nose and cheeks were tinged with red from the cold just like how it always used to be. His pale blonde hair was a bit longer and fell into his face now. And the smile that was growing on his chapped lips was the same one that always greeted you when you showed up at the cabin.

“It’s you! It’s really you!” he laughed, tears in his eyes. His long and boney arms enveloped you in a tight hug that you could barely reciprocate. “You disappeared…I nearly forgot you…but you’re here!”

Now you were crying as well, but with a smile. “I’m sorry…I didn’t want to leave,” you sniffled. You didn’t mind that the snow was getting into your jacket. “My parents believed living in the city would be better for me, but I missed you every single day!”

He held you tightly as he somehow managed to stand up in his stilts. “I missed you too,” he breathed, his voice shaking. “Let’s go.”

The cabin was very rundown now compared to the cozy image in your mind. But as Ithaqua—that is what he told you to call him now—lit the fire, it looked the same in that moment. He was still unnaturally tall without his stilts. What happened to him? you wondered.

Those thoughts were pushed away as Ithaqua sat down next to you with a chipped mug of tea. Your numb fingers accepted it gratefully. “I missed almost getting frostbite and having to warm up in front of a fire,” you half-joked.

“And we would have this blanket on us,” Ithaqua added, gesturing to the ratty and faded blanket across your laps. He was much too tall for it to be draped around both your bodies, so he opted to have an arm around your shoulders as an alternative.

You took a sip of the tea and sighed contentedly as its warmth coursed through your veins. “I purposely made us stay out longer just so that could happen,” you admitted with a coy smile.

Ithaqua giggled and held you closer. “I am glad you did that. I liked cuddling too.”

The snow fell faster and faster outside as you two continued to talk about each other’s lives—well, honestly, you were the one sharing the most. Ithaqua seemed like he didn’t want to talk about what he was up to, but you didn’t mind. You just liked seeing the look of adoration on his face as you talked.

“(Y/N), look,” Ithaqua said, pointing out the window. The snow was falling in a flurry now and had already started to build up on the windowsills. “You’ll have to stay here for the night…”

“That wouldn’t be so terrible,” you said as you finished the last drop of your tea. Another wish would be coming true—you had always wanted to spend a night in the cabin, but your parents would have certainly died of fright if you did not return. Play time was always short for that reason too. With the unpredictable snow, Ithaqua’s mother always fretted that you would be unable to return home on time.

Ithaqua’s smile widened. He instructed you to wait while he put out the fire and made the bed to the best of his ability. He killed the little bugs that were crawling around with quick stabs of his claws. And after cleaning those up, he picked you up like a cat and put you in the blankets.

“Hey, just because you’re taller than me now doesn’t mean you can carry me like that!” you said with a huff. He ignored your protest as he started gathering up his strange gear. “What are you doing?”

“I have to stand guard,” he stated. His voice had a bit of edge now. “No one will hurt you while you sleep.”

You shook your head, slightly confused and exasperated. “Ithaqua, you need to sleep too. Don’t think I didn’t notice the bags under your eyes,” you said. He blankly stared at you as if the thought had never occurred to him before. But he reluctantly put down his axe and joined you under the blankets. He got comfortable very quickly; within a minute, he was hugging you again.

“You’re warm now,” he said softly. “I forgot what it was like to have another person sleeping next to me.”

The bittersweet words didn’t affect the smile on your face. You could barely see his, except for the faint glint of his pupils. “Itha,” you said, testing out a new nickname, “what if we lived together?”

“Not in the village or the city, right?”

“Of course not. I meant here,” you said with a giggle. “I’ve always wanted to come back to you the first chance I got. I hated living by myself. And now that I’m here…I don’t want to leave you again.”

You could practically feel the joy radiating off of Ithaqua. “I would love nothing more,” he chuckled. His fingers ran through your hair. “We can do everything together again. Even if it’s too childish for us now. We can handle anything that comes our way…”

“You’ve become overprotective,” you teased. Whatever else you were going to say was interrupted by Ithaqua’s lips pressing against your forehead. You were struck with a childhood memory yet again—the last time you and Ithaqua had seen each other until today.

The boy and his big blue eyes were looking at you longingly as you turned to leave for the night. Neither of you had known that you would be leaving for a new home tomorrow. But maybe he sensed something was off. He ran to you and clumsily kissed your forehead. “Come back soon, (Y/N)!” he said desperately.

“(Y/N), you’re so precious to me. You don’t even know,” Ithaqua whispered, continuing to pepper your forehead in kisses. It didn’t matter that they were a bit sharp because of his chapped lips. Each one filled you with warmth until you were practically melting. “My best friend…”

It was a little embarrassing being doted on like this. Not even your parents were this overbearing with their affection.

Oh, well. It was Ithaqua, so you didn’t mind. His kisses eased your worries and eventually made you drift off to sleep. And before you were fully unconscious, you heard him whisper the words that affirmed your decision to stay with him:

“I love you.”

[sukunas-play-thing]

Birthday Kisses and Cake

Sabo x Oc

my birthday is today, and im feeling a little at my lowest, so this is mostly self comfort and self indulgent. Feel free to read if you like regardless. slight dark themes, hurt/comfort, mentions of death, it's OC based, but you can read it as reader if you want Thank you.

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this also includes a little bit of Gravity Falls sprinkled in there, mostly bc I'm a sucker for multiverse work.

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Birthday Kisses and Cake (Sabo x Selim)

she woke in a good enough mood, she had well rested rest with Sabo next to her. She knows she did, she didn't fall asleep upset.

The night before, was spent watching her best friend play the newest game release, Sun Wukang, before she had taken a break to check on her lover, Lindberg. Leaving Sabo and Selim alone to chat about anything and everything, Sabo had found Selim's criminal record she had gained during a summer vacation one year with distant family, and Sabo spent most of the time reading them off, laughing, and asking her what half of them meant, or what on earth prompted half her arrests. She'd laugh, explain things.

"Sweetheart, you've gotten 32 counts of murder!?." Sabo gasped looking at the paper in his hands, he lays on his back on the bed, Selim, tucked under his arm with his arm wrapped around her waist to pull her closer. She groans as she hides her face in his chest. "I told that officer Durley, they were zombies! No one believes me!." She would say.

Sabo couldn't help but laugh at this, rolling his eyes. He never realized the women was such a criminal, nonetheless. "Okay..um..what's "pug trafficking" ?." He asks her as his eyebrow raises. Selim was quick to respond with her ppunter finger up. "That. Was all Grunkle Stan! I had nothing to do with that!." She says, oh so matter of factly. Sabo let out a hearty laugh.

He liked her crazy shenanigans. It reminded him of simpler times, when he was younger, and spent his childhood time with Luffy and Ace, she reminded him a little of the two. Her hot headed and aggressiveness similar to Ace, to her bright and happy smile like Luffy's. Sabo felt warm, whole, contented in this very moment. He threw the papers on the ottoman by her bed, and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to his chest, hugging her so tight she'd groan in protest. But he ignored it. He placed sweet kisses to her head, before he'd mumble, "You know what tomorrow is?." He asked her, She hummed in response before she began naming off possible scenarios, holidays etc.

"Umm��. memorial day?." Sabo shakes his head, she pouts. "It's not your birthday… That was in March…" She mumbles to herself, Sabo chuckles. "It's not our anniversary… is it!?." She's quick to panic at the notion that she had forgotten, Sabo was quick to comfort her. "No darling, think harder." He simply says, as he softly pokes her nose. She scrunches her face in mock annoyance, before thinking to herself again.

"Is it Luffy's birthday???." She asks. Wrong, she's so cute when she's clueless, or forgets things, especially like days like her birthday.

He shakes his head and sighs, playfully rousing her hair. She slaps him. "Get some sleep darling…We have a long day tomorrow." Is all he says, she goes to say something but Sabo's soft smile, and his finger to his lips in a gesture of silence, stops her. she pouts again, nuzzling to his side, and finally falling asleep.

She slept good, she did, she had a good night.

So why does she feel this way? This feeling of inadequacy?

Low, sad and broken?. She turns to her side, seeing Sabo had already gotten up for the day.

She sighs and plops herself down on the bed again she feels heavy like weight sitting on her chest. Refusing to let her move. She groans at this and forces herself off the bed, rolling to the side. She reaches for a cigarette. She's out. She sighs before getting up to find herself some caffeine. Only to open the fridge and see she has no more monster. She slams the fridge shut. She walks back to her room to get dressed, She'll just walk to the store real quick. No biggy!

She gets to the store, grabs three cold cans, and then heads to the counter to get some smokes for herself and her friend. "I need to see some ID." The clerk asks, rather rudely, in Selim's opinion, but she ignores it and realizes quickly. She didn't grab her ID. She groans and tells the clerk to just scan the drinks, please. Selim walks back home, the sky is cloudy, bleak, and a little bit of a sprinkle of rain begins. She whimpers. She makes it back to the house, grabs her ID, and storms back to the store. gets them finally, and walks back home. By now, she's sweaty and a little cold from the soft patters of rain hitting her seething body. When she gets back home. She goes straight to her room, and anger boils down to a deep depression. 'Ah, so it's gonna be like that.' She'd think to herself as she sits down, she's been wanting to get back into writing again, Similar to Sabo, he inspired her to want to write a book about her life, the people that's impacted her. But words aren't wording. And she groans annoyed yet again and walks away from her project.

She sighs, lighting the lighter that won't work so she throws the lighter and sits there in silence for a moment. She takes deep, even breaths to control her rising anger and frustration. Her den den mushy rings, and she leans over to grab the receiver. 'Cuhlick.' The sound emanates.

"Hey Sissy!!!." It's her twin brother, Elliott. "Hey Bubba." She says softly, feeling a little calmer now. "Happy Birthday." He says, and it finally hits her, 'Ah, that's what Sabo's behavior was about last night.' She muses to herself. She shakes her head in deep thought. Her silence muses her brother, as he chuckles on the other end.

"You forgot, didn't you?." He says, a slight tease to his tone. They talk a moment. Luffys voice is on the other end, demanding he speak to her. "HEY MILLIE HAPPY BIRTHDAY." Luffy hollers. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DUDE BROOOO. I hope you have a SUUUUUUPER BIRTHDAY." That was Franky. She can see in her head the commotion Elliott must be surrounded in. Everyone crowding him and yelling in his ear. All the strawhats wishing her a happy birthday, wishing they were there today. Luffy asks to tell her he said hello to Sabo when she sees him again. Selim nods. When things die down. It's when Elliotts tone changes to a somber one. "Hey, um, by the way. I found a voice recording from our late friend and crew mate, it's for you. He sent it Before he died and im just now finding it.." Elliott speaks. Before sending selim the voice recording. She opens it up, says thank you to her brother, and hangs up. She curls into herself as the voice recording plays.

Voice recording:

"Hey, kiddo, it's me. Ches, Listen, I heard you've been having a bad day today. And I just wanted to say that I am proud of you. I know sometimes life can be hard, it can be really hard. But just know this, you're stronger than you give yourself credit for. And to always be kinder to yourself. You have an amazing brother who'd do anything for you. A bestie whose your ride or die. And your brothers crew and me. Who'd give you the whole world. Always think of the good things life has given to you. Always remember how far you've come, regardless of how hard it was to be on this earth you still shined bright. Still got up in the mornings to tackle the day. And still has a heart full of love. So. Please, go take a hot shower, put on your favorite clothes, make your room dark, put on your favorite show or movie. And remember, that you are number one. Thank you for being in our lives. See ya later, kiddo! "

Selim didn't realize that she had been crying. Hot tears fell from her face to her knees. She missed him so much. And every day, she's grateful to being on this earth because of him. Hearing his voice was weird, considering he'd been dead for two years. He fought his battle and lost, and here he was, still encouraging her to keep going herself. It was the hardest bit of reality she's ever faced. She broke down. Sobbing uncontrollably when her bedroom door opened. Sabo had returned from running errands with Lindbergh and selims best friend. Seeing her in this state caused Sabo to drop everything and rush to her side. Checking her to see if she was hurt physically. Only to see she wasn't.

This pain was emotional. So he did what he knows best. He wrapped her in his arms and held her so tightly. In his signature, bone crushing hugs. He let her cry. Let her cry all of what she felt out. Closing his eyes and choking back his own sobs. He hated seeing her this way. Seeing her cry made him cry. Even though he wanted to be strong for her above all else. But she's taught him to be vulnerable when it was just him and her. And so he did. When she calmed down. He asked what was wrong. To which she told him she received the voicemail she had never gotten until now. Sabo knew of their old crew mate. They talked about him often. How kind he was, how selfless he was. And how it tore their crew up when he passed. He understood loss all too well. He fixes her hair. Wipes her tears. He holds her hands in his gloved ones.

"Darling... I want you.. to have the best birthday ever, let's get you cleaned up. Me, you. Lindbergh and your friend are all going out for your birthday. I, want you to know. We're happy you're here. Happy birthday sweetheart. The most very special lady I've ever met."

She swooned at how sweet and thoughtful Sabo can be. She shakes her head, thinking she couldn't be presentable. But Sabo disagrees. He helps her up, indirectly giving her the strength she needed to move again. His strong arms hold her upright, his strong legs, helped her walk, his strong hands wiped her tears, and his sturdy chest grounds her. He grounds her.

He helps her get cleaned up. He helps her get dried off, She fixes her hair. And dots her lips with a soft color tint. She picks out her outfit and sprays her favorite perfume. Her friend and Lindbergh are waiting in the living room when Sabo and Selim emerge together. She wears soft colors and a beautiful shawl Sabo bought for her birthday today. A dark blue laced color that matched her dress wonderfully. The four set out for the day to have lunch and then to walk along a beach shore. They call the strawhats and her brother back, and they all sing happy birthday to her as she hides her face bashfully. The sun begins to set. And they go out to dance. The lights and music soothe her weary soul. Sabo looks absolutely handsome in his blue black suit. He kisses her full of love and adoration as the song ends. And when they walk back to the house. They are greeted with the entire revolutionary army members. All with their own, specially wrapped presents, just for her. Ivankov made a beautiful pink and purple cake. With 27 birthday candles on it, with the words; "Happy Birthday, Millie!"

Gracing the decorated treat. They all sang happy birthday. Selims a giggling mess as Sabo sways side to side with his arm wrapped around her. His voice, a soothing balm, calming her tumultuous waves of pain and anxiety, and washing it all away with just a simple look. His charming smile, makes her heart flutter. She wraps her arms around him as he places many kisses on her face as the song concludes. Everyone's clapping and cheering. And when it was time to blow out her candles. She thinks for a moment.

There's nothing to wish for. She has her friends, all here. Her brother is alive and well and with the strawhats. Luffys is happy, her friend is happy. And Sabo, sweet, caring, funny, darling Sabo. Is right here with her. Her whole world was crashing down when she met him. And he's slowly building her pieces back together again. Even if he doesn't realize it. She smiles and kisses his chest. And blows out her candles. Everyone cheers and claps again. Before music begins to play.

"Thank you, everyone."

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I'm sorry this was sad. I don't know why I'm feeling sad hut here we are. Thank you so much for reading. Have a lovely day/night mootisies.

[shokosmokes]

﹒◌﹒hockey au﹒✧﹒

part 4!

im glad u guys are enjoying this as much as i am (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

this chapter is a short one lining up the next chapter - this one’s bit more angsty

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yuji x reader x megumi

tags:

a bit of angst, fluff, love triangle

The crowd is roaring, but all you can hear is the steady thump of your heart against your ribs. You haven’t seen them together since that last match. The memory still clings to you, the way the air felt so thick between all three of you. Now, standing in the packed stadium, nerves bundled tightly in your stomach, you try to focus on the game.

The whistle blows, and the match begins. Yuji is all energy, his athleticism on full display as he darts across the ice. Megumi, more composed but no less skilled, skates with calculated precision. You can’t help but follow both of them, your eyes torn between their movements. It’s thrilling, but in the back of your mind, all you can think about is what will happen afterward.

When the final buzzer sounds, signaling their win, the crowd erupts. Your nerves spike again. You should be excited, but all you feel is the tension building in your chest. You make your way down toward the locker room, telling yourself to stay cool. No need to make things more awkward than they already are.

As soon as you see them—Yuji’s bright smile as he spots you, Megumi’s gaze flicking between the two of you—you know something has shifted. The three of you stand there, and despite their victory, there’s an odd weight hanging between you.

"Congrats!" you manage, your voice a little too chipper as you force a smile. “You guys were amazing out there.”

Yuji grins wider, his energy contagious. “Thanks! Did you see that shot I made? I’ve been practicing that for days.” He’s glowing with excitement, the happiness radiating off of him.

You laugh, the tension easing as you fall into your usual banter. “Oh, that shot? You mean the one you almost missed if Megumi hadn’t bailed you out?”

Yuji gasps in mock offense, slapping a hand to his chest. “Okay, rude! I had it perfectly under control!”

"Sure you did," you tease, feeling the familiar ease settle in. It feels good to talk to Yuji like this, his goofy charm always so easy to fall into.

But as the conversation flows naturally between you and Yuji, you catch glimpses of Megumi from the corner of your eye. He’s watching you both, his expression quiet, almost distant. And with every passing moment, he seems to grow more withdrawn, his usual calm presence replaced by something more guarded. It’s not like him to fade into the background like this.

Yuji, as oblivious as ever, doesn’t seem to notice. “Hey, we should all hang out this weekend. Celebrate the win, you know?”

"Yeah, maybe," you say, your voice trailing off as you glance back at Megumi. He hasn’t said a word since the conversation started, his gaze now lowered to the ground, avoiding yours.

“I gotta head out,” Megumi mutters, his voice low as he shoves his hands into his pockets. “I’ll catch you guys later.” Before you can say anything, he turns and walks off, leaving you standing there with Yuji.

You blink, confused. “Did I… did I say something?”

Yuji just shrugs, though a frown tugs at his lips. “That’s just Megumi being Megumi. Don’t sweat it.”

But it doesn’t feel right. As you watch him leave, that gnawing feeling returns, settling heavily in your chest. Something is off, and you can’t shake the sense that whatever it is, it isn’t going away.

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In the days that follow, Megumi grows even more distant. It’s not just in passing conversation—it’s like he’s actively avoiding you. No more random texts, no more inside jokes, nothing. Every time you try to talk to him, he finds a way to brush you off or disappear altogether.

The hollow ache that started small in your chest grows each time he pulls away, until it feels like all you can think about is the space between you. The moments where he would usually be are filled with silence now, and you can’t stop wondering why.

It hurts. More than you want to admit.

Then, one evening, your phone buzzes. You grab it off your bed, half-expecting it to be Megumi, hoping it will be, but it’s not. It’s Yuji.

*Hey! You wanna hang out? Been too long.*

You stare at the message, your thumb hovering over the keyboard. For a second, you consider saying no, making some excuse about being too busy. But then you think about Megumi, about how much the distance between you is eating at you, and decide that maybe you need a distraction. Something to get your mind off of it.

*Sure, when and where?* you reply.

Maybe spending time with Yuji will help. Maybe it will make the ache in your chest a little less unbearable.

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already in the midst of writing the next part so expect an update fairly soon hehe

thanks 4 the read !!

[inq-tav]

Mother Superior’s Final Attempt (One-Shot)

Oneshot Description: Mother Superior is desperate to get “god’s favorite princess” back into Shar’s clutches

authors note: This is my first attempt of a oneshot, please be kind if your going to comment any feedback, I am a human just like you. Im just looking to improve my writing skills and have fun!

-This is a long one, let me know if you want me to keep writing other one shots of my Paladin Artemis and Shadowheart. Here you go @iomlangealai

Shadowheart’s POV

May our mother bathe us in her light. For I am a child of the Moon, ever glistening and ever in awe of her glory. Moonmaiden, I ask that you watch over us all, watch over my lover Artemis and may-

My prayer is interrupted by a cold, insistent nose poking my arm. I look up and I see Scratch holding his ball, hoping that I will play with him. Smiling, I take it from him mouth and I throw it across the camp, happily he goes and retrieves it. On his way back a whistle interrupts the air, it sounds like my love’s whistle. “Scratch, she’s praying, leave the pretty woman be,” Artemis chides gently as she makes her way over to me, she has replaced her usual armour for her camp clothing, she looks positively light and carefree, even if it is only momentary. I smile up at her as I move to stand, she helps me up, ever the gentleman, “Why help lover,” I greet, smiling, I give her a peck. “Hello yourself my darling. I have our bedrolls all ready for bed, the camp chores are done, and the dishes are washed, all that's left is for me to steal you away from this ladykiller.” She says teasingly to Scratch who just gives a gentle bark. I laugh, “Well perhaps you should just whisk me away before someone else does,” I tease and she just gives me a fake gasp of shock, I circle around her and I hug her from behind, resting my face on her warm back. I feel her relax, “C’mon love, lets get some rest, we need all the rest we can get before we infiltrate the Cloister.” I whisper, gently taking her hand and guiding us to out bedrolls. Once we climb inside our shared bed, I wriggle into Artemis’s strong arms, and fall into a quick easy sleep.

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Loud noises cloud my hearing; it wakes my brain up but my eyelids are as heavy as metal and I smell the uncanny stench of smoke and sulphur. Metal clashing on metal makes my ears ring, I cannot move. I cannot feel the warmth of my lover. Any control if my limbs is out of reach; distant. I feel like a thought, light and afloat; a mere breeze could whisk me away. But there’s nothing light about this, and for this I am sure. An agonized scream of a woman rips through the air as the sound of metal clashes against something; it sounds like Artemis, and panic sets in, but here I am still, trapped in my own dark space of thoughts, without sight and without body. I feel the breeze on my face and the rhythmic feel of a gallop, I must be leaving camp. But these thoughts are almost gone for good, for the sounds around me blur into a flatline of nothing.

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The jolt of cold water splashing on me is what wakes me up; the dim light of candles invades my pupils as they struggle to adjust, my mind racing as the water sends every nerve to awaken because of its frigidity. I cannot move again, but slowly I realize that I am starfished on a wooden table that’s slanted upwards so I can see the whole room, my arms being held down by leather straps. In a flash I recognize this room, I used to use this very method. A sinking feeling settles in the pit of my stomach, I was taken. I was taken just like when I was a child. The memory of the sounds I heard before.. they invade my memories. Instantly, a face comes into view, a masked face I used to love and look up to, but now I look upon Her with resentment: Mother Superior. “God’s favorite princess awakens,” She says, voice low and scarily calm. “You, you took me!” I say angrily, struggling against my bonds. She makes her way to the table I am strapped to, taking her time as her eyes rake over me. She takes an extra second to look at my white hair. She tsks, “My my child, I must admit I am a little in awe. It is rare to see gods fight over a mere mortal, but here we are. A mortal who Shar and Selûne bicker and play tug of war with, a mortal who betrayed a god just to go to the sister. I wonder what makes you so special.” She says a hint of jealousy in her voice, circling the table like a predator toying with its prey. I writhe against my shackles, to no avail. “I know who you are, Viconia DeVir. You don’t hold any power over me anymore.” I say as I watch her freeze, she takes off her mask and I see her face for the first time in a long time. “You remember, no doubt the Moonmaiden’s daughter told you my true identity.” She says with disgust, I just shake my head, “Noblestalk. And I am starting to piece together my past. The Moonmaiden has helped me, loves me, better than Shar ever did,” I say angrily, “You stole forty years of my life, but no more. I am no longer craving your acceptance, you can keep your Dark Lady, your secrets, but this life is mine!” I continue, watching her look uninterested in my words, it makes me angry, livid even. “They’ll kill you; the entire camp knows you’ve taken me. Artemis especially, she’s killed two of the Chosen of the Dead

Three, she’s killed a devil in his own home. And now you’ve taken me, you must really want to die,” I threaten, narrowing my eyes at her, she just simply smiles, “My child, don’t you know who I am? I can manipulate memories in my own accord; I can make you forget her. Fear her. Hate her.” That makes my face drop and my skin crawl, “With a simple chant of 5 words I can change all of that in an instant, I already did it once with your fear of wolves, I made you fear your own father. What makes you think I won’t do it again here? It’d be most fun watching them struggle to get you, only for you to not know who they are, to hate them, maybe I’ll make you love someone else. Then how would your dear little Artemis feel?” She taunts, the sinking feeling in my stomach rises to my throat, “After all, how do you know if she’s still alive?” She says, getting dangerously close to my face and I think back to that scream I heard in my brain fog, I struggle against my binding again. “What did you do to her!” I scream, enraged as I watch her lean back and laugh.

I am about to speak again, but shouting is heard distantly and the door slams open, one of Viconia’s Lieutenant’s barges in “Mother Superior, pardon the intrusion.. They’re here.” He says before running back out, and instantly I know who he is talking about. A loud sound, similar to thunder crashes down and roars in the main chamber, its a little ways away so I am shocked that it was still so loud even in here. “I told you, I was not bluffing. You are about to feel the wrath of everyone you had attacked in my camp,” I say smugly, watching her face grow red with anger. “You insolent child! I have had enough, you could’ve been perfect. Shar said you were the one to surpass even me! But you have turned your back on us,” She says, slapping me in the face so hard it leaves me dazed, I groan. “You had one job! It was to retrieve the artefact,” Another slap, it makes my eyes water and nose bleed, “And you don’t even have it!” She yells, looming over me with a dagger, “I do have it, I’ve hidden it. I hide it every night, you’ll never find it!” I yell in protest as she drags the knife tauntingly down my arms, lightly piercing the skin, I wince. That’s a lie, I don’t hide it as well as I should, but doesn’t need to know that Scratch sleeps curled around it. “Prepare to get your memories wiped again, and this time, you’re going to forget that annoyance of a woman you seem to love so much, your going to forget everything,” She says, chanting the words and her eyes glow, I writhe against my restraints and as she is about to touch my head to wipe my memories away once again, she’s hit in the back with a glaive I’ve spent the past few months cleaning and polishing; its Artemis. Well, its everyone. Everyone is here to save me. Through the chaos I see my shining paladin of vengeance, smiting Viconia with a fiendish and enraged look in her eyes I’ve never seen before. The others stand guard and watch, some in horror and some enthralled to see Artemis wreak havoc upon Viconia. Scarily, Artemis’ glaive glows with a moonbean and she is seconds away from smiting Viconia one final time, but its Aylin that holds her back from killing Viconia completely, “The Moonmaiden will claim her, and have her to rot for centuries on end. Go to your beloved,” She says in her usual ‘Aylin’ way, tears start to fall, the adrenaline of not knowing if I was going to live or die wearing off, and in an instant I am surrounded by Artemis, she hurriedly unshackles me and pulls me right into her embrace. “Oh my darling, are you alright? Are you hurt? Your lover is here, your safe with me again,” She says, holding me tight and scanning my body for serious injuries. I look at her, look at everyone, their faces scared for me, even Lae’zel. I sniffle, overwhelmed by it all, I cover my face and try to calm down. Artemis just hold me, but one by one my companions.. my family, move to comfort me. “You are safe once more my cub, you will now not be allowed out of my sights for long,” Jaheira says as she passes by, squeezing my shoulder, I look up and smile, “Jaheira is right, Boo and I will continue to grab evil by the buttocks for you!” Minsc says, earning a squeak from Boo, I give a watery laugh and wipe my tears away, “You are my fellow soldier, my friend, I would search Avernus for you,” Karlach adds, earning a hum of approval from Astarion, “These wretches have taken enough from you and I. You helped me kill Cazador, my demons, its about time I help you kill yours.” He smirks, licking his lips from (probably) feasting on their blood. “Astarion is right Shadowheart, you are a formidable ally, we would be foolish to let you get gutted.” Lae’zel speaks, earning a genuine smile from me. She just raises an eyebrow and dismisses me with her hand but I see a hint of a smile. Wyll and Gale nod, both casting healing spells on me, after they say their own words the whole group mentions that they'll meet us at camp.

All who’s left is Artemis and I, she looks at me anxiously, “I thought..” She begins, tears welling up in her eyes, “I thought I lost you, Shadowheart. I woke up to Viconia and her cultists holding a knife to my throat, my arms down and she drugs you with a paralytic poison. I watched her take you from me. And she almost did, permanently.” She says crying, I hold her face and bring her lips to mine, they taste salty from her tears but I dont care, “I thought I lost you, my brave Artemis, I heard your screams.. I, she said she killed you.” I say softly, tears falling down my own face now, she takes her leather gloved hands and wipes them away, “I almost did, it took 4 men to hold me down as she took you away on horseback. Aylin helped me get free. But one guy really got me good, it left a nasty scar on my chest” She says, shuddering at the memory. I just hug her again, pressing my ear to her beating heart, “She almost made me forget you..” I whisper, closing my eyes and relishing in her embrace. She just tightens her grip on me, “The Moonmaiden would restore your memories, I am sure of it. Aylin and I would never allow that to happen. I would go to the Moon herself and beg her for all eternity.” She says with finality, oh my sweet little paladin. For a little we just stay like this, in each others embrace, silently processing and remembering that the other is okay. Artemis is the first to break the silence, “Come, lets go back to our makeshift home, where we belong.” She says softly, smiling, taking my hand. I beam at her and follow, walking hand in hand in the streets of the lower city. I know that these days ahead will be hard for Artemis and I, after all we have endured. But We will be okay, we have each other to rely one. Once we make it back I am joyously greeted by my friends, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like I am home.

[99point9percentwhump]

Hello @99point9percentwhump

Excellent corner of whumplr always an enjoyment lurking.

I've seen your ao3 you do not give yourself credit.

So my ask is this: can you write a one shot here?

My criteria is this: a hospital, fear, unexplained reason, waiting and whump, if you can add angst I'll count this as a bonus.

Let's see if that gets your whump cookies working overtime as I've sent this same ask to your mutual (you know who the clue is in the sentence) from this anon-ookie to 99point9percentwhump, trust me you got this.

Sounds like a challenge ehhh @whumpookies lets see if I can kick this off XD

Im not sure what yall will think but ill give it a go thank you anon for the boost to try writing again!

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Gary Palmer didn't know he where he was and how he got there a mystery but for a distant memory of the cold English rain soaking thru him as he stood in the dark with only a feeling of dread, hopelessness and ghostly faces swirling to keep him company.

Now he lay on a soft comfortable surface with no memory how he got and a miserable headache that made him feel too weak to try and discover where he was and he drifted off into the nothingness again.

"Gary. Garryyyyyy." a voice called with a sing song note he wanted to crawl back into the darkness when he felt a hot breath whisperer into his ear "You'll never be free."

His eyes shot open to see the face of a someone long dead mere inches from his fear shot thru him and he struggled desperately to get away but he was held by an invisible force and his scream stuck in his throat his heart pounding in his chest as the figure laughed looking down on the helpless figure the dead man waded into the shadows of the walls as a new voice cut thru the darkness

"Gary!"

Gasping awake Gary looked fearfully around the sun light hospital room and finally to the a large figure holding one hand on Gary's shoulder and the other holding his bound hand supportively.

His mind muddled and confused Gary could barely speak "I- I don't... he's dead Mr. Crabbe I know he's dead." was all he managed shakily before tears started rolling freely down his face.

Inspector Harry Crabbe nodding at the restraints holding Gary Palmer to the bed "Get rid of these" the nurse nearby went to protest but was cut off by a sharp look from the Inspector and released the younger man.

Now free Crabbe gently pulled his head chef into his arms who resisted at first but allowed his boss to hold him and started crying harder. Harry gently rubbed Gary's should "Let it out lad your safe."

after several minutes Gary fell asleep Harry looked down at the younger man "I'm so sorry I knew Damien was dangerous but I we didn't think he was big enough to risk so much to keep us off his drug business."

Harry wiped a tear of relief from his eye when Margaret entered he gave his wife a gentle smile as he shifted Gary and tucked him in as she gentle brushed back the sleeping Gary's hair and placed a loving hand on her husbands shoulder. "He'll be ok Harry."

[undertxkerr]

SO usually I just post my art (or at least that's what I keep telling myself to stick to) but I kind of HAD to write this one (how could you not??) and I also like the idea so 👏🏻 there, writing a fic about my own art work

INKED UP

It was a quiet morning, Hades had just woken up and was lazing around on the couch with a cup of tea while MC is in a meeting with the rest of the gods, one he surprisingly wasn't required to attend, a rare occurrence for them to not be together, especially during a top tier meeting, but after 6 years of marriage you find yourself embracing time spent alone.

He also finds himself wishing MC was there as the boredom sets in, so used to having her starting conversation when things get quiet, or...other activities.

Reluctantly he pulls out his phone, scrolling through the shopping app MC had asked (forced) him to download, he stops mindlessly scrolling when he spots something intriguing,

"a link for cheap tattoos? How stupid, I'd look like an idiot..." He finds himself muttering, however a distant memory of MC years ago mentioning how much she loves tattoos on people...

Well now that's hard to ignore, he books himself in for a few specific tattoos after a few hours of sitting on it and choosing the right designs, and as soon as he gets the notification that they are ready for him, he sets off on his own personal adventure.

Hours pass

It truly didn't hurt as bad as he was expecting, however for a god who's had every single Injury imaginable in his long life, his pain tolerance is hard to beat.

After showering, he stares at himself in the mirror for a while before picking up his phone again..the only reason he got this done in the first place...and an idea popped into his head

MC had no idea...

and what better way to suprise her than sending a picture while she's focused on this meeting?

He tries multiple different poses and angles before he settles on one flexing his muscles and showing off his new ink.

It takes moments for two blue ticks to tell him that she has seen the photo,

But no response,

He starts almost regretting it, not that he can really turn back now, but somehow the lack of reply is worse than an angry one,

He supposes now it's just a waiting game, there should only be around an hour left of this all-day meeting, so he decides to cover his ink back up and brew another tea, deciding this time to watch TV instead of scrolling through his phone which caused this whole decision in the first place.

It was two hours later when MC burst in the door, looking almost like she ran here from the meeting,

"Tell me your not joking?" She gasps out between pants, suddenly right in front of him.

"im-? Not joking?" He chuckles out nervously, holding out his hands in a placating manner.

Her small hands are immediately unbuttoning his shirt, anyone can edit photos surely! Even hades-

And then she sees them, at first (still in denial) she thinks they could be fakes, she's seen some seriously realistic fake tattoos before, but then she spots the red irritated skin and the slightly wet glisten from having the weeping tattoo under the wrap for so long,

"how- how did you manage to get these done today?" She whispers, so dead focused on tracing the designs with her finger she hadn't even noticed she plopped herself in his lap.

"I woke up early, I got bored.. saw something on my phone and they said they could book me in for early afternoon" he spoke, smiling down at his wife, "I also remembered when we was walking past that tattoo parlour a few years ago you had said you love tattoos on people..." He smiles bashfully.

"I love you so much, you know that?" She laughs and huggs him.

THE END BITCHES

(I'm sorry for calling you bitches ❤️)

I AM IM NO WAY A WRITER!! SO THIS ISN'T GOOD AND IT'S PROBABLY NOT WELL WRITTEN EITHER BUT AT LEAST I WROTE IT OKAY? 😭

[lemonzestywrites]

soo uhhh im still alive-

i know so many of you have been tagging me in tag games and i swear i see them but i was unfornutantly busy this week 🫣 i am alive still and ive added like a good 3k so here's a little feast in payment for my absence

✨(nsfw below the cut!)✨ also prepare yourselves its a long one

“You know what I’ve found out?” Buck asks his voice a devilish whisper of temptation and desire, the kind of coy taunting of everything Eddie wants so badly. Every coherent thought feels like it's nothing more than a semblance of a memory. All of it flutters and dissipates too quickly, like fog on an early morning day. Everything else around him feels so distant, only reduced to everything right in front of him- to the warmth of Buck’s hand, the rampant pleasure that coils through Eddie wildly, the ropes around his wrists. He can’t even begin to form words right now, he can’t even think of a fucking way to respond to Buck outside of the breathless gasps that are spewing out from him. Thankfully, Buck doesn’t seem to mind it, if anything, he seems to thrive off watching Eddie writhe beneath him, absolutely beaming as he does too. “You have a tell. For right when you’re about to come.”

The words just barely manage to process in Eddie’s mind even as they land with a low, hushed tone, the same kind of reverence saved for confession. Except there’s no guilt or shame carried in Buck’s words. A secret nonetheless, but one shared between the two of them. A string of shared connection. A kind of intimacy never shared with anyone else.

Eddie’s not sure what this feeling is entirely. The lack of heated humiliation carried in his chest is his best guess that this is so incredibly new.

And oddly enough…he’s okay with that. The presence of something else settling in place, offering him a kind of comfort he didn’t know he could get. That he didn’t think he was allowed.

But it’s offered to him so freely. So effortlessly.

Eddie can’t help but want to fall into it. Sinking further and further into this kind, safe headspace he’s found himself in. One where fear and anxiety can’t reach him, and instead, there’s nothing offered to him but endless bliss.

Above him, he watches as Buck leans in closer, diving down to the side of Eddie’s neck, a gesture Eddie can’t even question before he feels a pair of soft lips graze his skin.

He tilts his head unconsciously, allowing Buck more access, a motion that has Buck beaming into the crook of his throat. He nips teasingly at the skin, taking pleasure in the surprised sound that escapes from Eddie. The warmth quickly pulls away before brushing back up against Eddie’s cheek. He hears Buck hum to himself, no doubt a pleased smile speaking across his lips as he slowly presses himself up against Eddie’s side.

“It makes for such a pretty sight, too,” he whispers. His wrist curls on the upstroke, sending a sharp wave of pure liquid bliss up Eddie’s spine. Holy fucking shit. A bit more precome leaks from him, likely making an even bigger mess of Buck’s hand. But he just feels Buck press a wolfish smile into his skin, using it to slick his hand further. “Your head tilted back, your breath picking up…” his words drift off, leaving whatever remnants of Eddie’s read that are still clear to be sent running with the imagery.

The whole thing feels so out of body. The mental picture of imagining himself lying there, arms tied above his head, the absolute image of debauched bliss, his cock hard and leaking in Buck’s palm, all the while he keeps Eddie balancing that perfect edge of everything he so desperately wants but can never have quite yet.

There’s a moan that gets pried out of him. Eddie’s not entirely sure if it’s in part from his own sinful mind or the eager way Buck’s tongue traces the curve of his jaw, teasing the idea ever so slightly of leaving a mark right there for the world to see.

Something about it, the very hint of temptation that laced within the motion that sends Eddie’s head damn near spinning. “Please.” He’s not sure what he’s asking for. He’s not sure that he cares.

Buck’s hand doesn’t change in pace, but his grip tightens just ever so slightly. The pressure is enough to drive Eddie fucking wild. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to keep forcing himself to fucking breathe, even when he’s not sure he can retain any amount of air.

But obviously, it doesn’t stop there. Buck works his mouth softly, pressing open-mouth kisses along his pulse point, his thumb now working in tandem in the motion as he passes it gently along the slit of his cock. “Your mouth dropping open, trying to keep all those sweet little sounds at bay,” he murmurs, his voice sounding so close and so far. “Your eyes fluttering shut cause it just feels too good."

“Buck,” Eddie gasps, not sure if he can form any other words- express any other desire. He wants to come. He wants it so badly. He just needs Buck to get him there.

“How does it feel, Eddie?” Buck teases. “As good as you thought it’d be?”

Better, he wants to yell. He’s experiencing a feeling he never knew existed. A serenity he never thought he could reach.

He honestly couldn’t more fucking glad Buck’s questions are rhetorical now cause Eddie is just barely managing to process the words, and he doubts there’s any way for him to form a semblance of a response. Not now. Not like this. Not when everything feels so good.

It’s like someone lit a match to his gasoline-doused body, and now Eddie is drowning in the flames. And it’s the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to him.

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[gothwizardmagic]

Happy WIP Wednesday Thursday

thanky 4 the tag @trombonechurchill i luv u <3

heres a section of ccma chapter 10 which is my fav chapter of the entire fic so far :*

You don’t even realise you’ve been leading Karkat up onto the roof until you’re already up there. You don’t like rooftops.  You wanted the penthouse; wanted the room with a view, all of that, but rooftops... something about the way the wind hits up here, the distant muffling of traffic from so far below, the sound of birds flying by... it’s too familiar.  Why did you come up here? You’ve walked near the edge of the roof in almost a trance, idly considering just how long it’s been since you were up somewhere like this, without ever letting your mind actually land on the memory of the last time.  One hand twitches up towards your ribcage, and- There’s a hand on your shoulder and you see white as you whirl around, reaching for a sword you don’t fucking have on you, fuck, and taking a defensive stance, eyes so wide it almost hurts.   When you collect your thoughts, Karkat is in front of you in an answering defensive stance, though he looks more confused than ready for a fight.  “Dave?”  He asks hesitant, so hesitant, and it’s enough to drain all the tension from you at once. “Fuck.”  You gasp, letting all the tight-wound knots in your muscles unravel as you sink to the ground, sitting in an ungainly heap.  You know Karkat has never thought you were cool, but even the slightest hints have no doubt been erased for good now.   His stance relaxes too, and he moves hesitantly as he takes a seat next to you, and his face is so gentle you feel almost sick.  It reminds you of Dirk, when he found out. “Sorry.”  You swallow, looking out over the city rather than at him.  You are blowing it so bad with this foxy slunt.  “I, uh... I hate rooftops.  Dunno why the fuck I brought you up here.”  You run a hand through your hair, and glance back over when he lets out a surprisingly mellow rumble.   “It, uh, it’s fine...”  He mumbles, and for some reason you want to tell him everything.

im so bad @ knowing who to tag in these uhhhh @tangle-of-matter-and-ghost @xoxoemynn @gallantrejoinder and YOU if you're working on a fic!!

[circuitfever]

hi it’s the angel dust anon again :,) one more for the road! thank you for your reply, I love the peek behind the scenes!! gerard’s drive and believe without much pragminitsm is such a clear way to say so much about his character. it’s probably easy to lose sight of who he is by putting him into such a different universe than the “real” one but it never felt like it was anyone but him

I didn’t mention last time that I love the way you incorporated the other killjoys. obviously they’re not at the centre of this story but they’re still so vital to poison -- <em>He feels dry and bitter. Hollowed out. The others are quiet, but he thinks they know. He would know, if it was one of them.</em> says so much without really saying it. also ghoul saying <em>If ever there was anybody egotistical enough to fuck a guy with the same fuckin’ face as him, it’d be you.</em> genuinely made me gasp. poison and gerard looking alike is so peculiar and fascinating about this ship, and I like that you didn’t go into it too much but if you have any more thoughts about that I’d also looove to hear those

I also love literally all of the scenes where poison is drunk/tripping. it’s difficult to pick specific parts for that because it feels more like a continuous blur, which is exactly right for that situation. at the risk of copy pasting the whole fic here’s some lines that stood out to me rn:

– <em>The stars spin above him, sticky and muzzy and his eyes are burning, Poison turns in a circle looking up, up, up, until his eyes hurt, and he stumbles. He wraps his arms around himself, unsteady. Never coming back, he thinks. Never coming back.</em> (never coming home never coming home!!)

– <em>A woman’s voice, from the softest, darkest recesses of Poison’s memory. He screams, but he can’t hear his own voice</em> + <em>It’s all too much; he’s fifteen again, junkie-shivers and sweating in an alley and all alone, the desert heat a distant promise far out of reach.</em> (the brief glimpses into poison’s past KILL me; on the one hand I want to know more so badly and on the other it’s likely not even an extraordinary story for the zones)

– <em>Poison ends up curled up with his head in his lap, the older killjoy stroking through his hair all gentle and sweet</em> (poison getting some gentleness from someone else was so sweet and sad)

and lastly I can’t not mention <em>“Will it make it go away?” Poison asks dumbly. / “Yes,” someone says softly. “It’ll make it all go away.”</em> one of my favorite lines probably; such an unexpected bit of vulnerability and in between of all poison’s posturing it hits so so hard.

afraid this got stupidly long again but I’ll blame that on the quotes haha. bullying you to write a sequel wasn’t my intention but if you ever do I’ll be dropping whatever I’m doing to read it <33

aaaah sorry im late responding and also ive had probably too much wine so this might be a bit incoherent </3

i figure with a relationship like the killjoys', less is more. i think writing that kind of familiarity and intimacy requires a light touch, because communication comes so easily with people who know you like that. so. not necessarily kind or affectionate but deeply intimate

the impossibility of poison and gerard looking so alike (the same person?) is another thing where (at least for me) the prose and structure itself was absolutely essential. i wanted to create a world where that felt possible, where something that would be so strange and impossible happening in real life takes a back seat to the emotions it evokes. i took a lot of inspiration from literary fiction in that regard

as for the literal, canon explanation for them looking basically identical..... *shrugs.* it might seem surprising, but i'm just not that interested in knowing. are they the same person? are they two parts of the same whole? i don't know! maybe shits just fucked up in the desert. that's my personal theory. (side note: the kosher salt in the creative soup this fic rose up out of the was phantom: stage one by neil krug. if you're a real danger days head you might recognize him as the guy who took the promo photos)

on the one hand I want to know more so badly and on the other it’s likely not even an extraordinary story for the zones)

yesssss exactly. poison does everything he can to destroy, erase, and bury his past because it isn't particularly extraordinary. he wants to be a self sustaining organism, completely created from the clay of whoever he used to be (gerard? another name entirely? how wonderfully ambiguous). how successful he is at this is. open to interpretation. as meeting gerard has shown

thanks again for reaching out, and giving such wonderful detailed feedback!! sorry again this took a while, i felt like i needed to wait until i could muster up some level of coherence and insight for you <3

[sunsents]

(I read the tono fic and im literally on my knees for this man rn he’s looks yummy☹️) we need a pt 2 on that beetie, but what if it was him being so rough and aggressive we dont get to see that, him manhandling and corrupting/degrading them whew Lord 🤭

I had the time of my life while writing this because I'm a slut and I want this man to do these exact things to me with no regards to my basic needs. <3 I couldn't really incorporate the corruption I think? I didn't really know how to build up to it 😟 so I'mma practice with my jakey poo, look out for an upcoming drabble

Tonowari - Punishment (M)

read part 1 here

➵ summary: Little plot and pure smut. After your escapade with Tonowari, his neglect tugs at your heartstring. Of course, the Olo'Eyktan is here to soothe your ache and remind you who you belong to.

➵ pairing: tonowari x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

➵ word count: 5.6k (I might have gotten a little carried away with this)

➵ warnings: severe degradation kink/probably age gap/rough ass sex/corruption/dirty talk/cursing/aggression/jealous tonowari/spanking/nudity/sexual intercourse/edging/descriptions of body parts /finger fucking/humping/kissing...and much more I can't remember atm. this work is purely nsfw and not suitable for minors, if you're under the age of 18, DNI

DON’T REPOST MY WORK

➵ vocabulary

syulang - flower

tiyawn - love

yomyo lerik - leaf plate

yawne - beloved

You spend the next few days in bed due to a sore back.

Most would think you pulled something while fishing in the early hours of the morning. Most are wrong, however, as they didn't know about your secret rendezvous with the Olo'eyktan. 

But you couldn't forget. 

How he fucked into your cunt with his thick cock, buried to the hilt and throbbing inside your sensitive walls. How he sat you down on his warm, plush thighs, coaxed your body to press against his chest with sweet whispers and completely engulfed you in his dizzying presence. He'd ask you to hold on tight as he stretched you open - because he knew you could take it. You would take anything he gave you with needy whines and a firm grip that would engrave his touch into your body. 

"You’ve never been touched, have you?" he had asked you, smoothing a hand down your hair, sweetly kissing your temple, slowly pulling you down into a pleasure-ridden world that consisted of nothing but sweaty bodies and heated pants.

As he kissed you tenderly, his hips humped into you like a nantang in heat. "Take it," he would tell you, muffling your mouth with his palm while letting out grunts of pleasure. 

And when he stretched you out specifically to his liking, specifically to be used only by his cock, he was barely satisfied.  "You fit me perfectly now, syulang." was his last whisper before you broke completely, babbling and drooling on his cock with your sopping heat. The rest is a blur, being fucked senseless while he bounced you on his thighs.

It's only when you hear a thump that you snap out of your gaze. "Oh!" you gasp, fishing around the water to find your blade. Your cheeks are flushed because you can feel them, and it's embarrassing enough for you to run a hand over them after dipping your fingers into cold water. You curse under your breath - of course, you can’t reach the blade, because, of course, Eywa is never on your side when it comes to your stubborn crush on Tonowari.

The fish you were cleaning is long forgotten, dropped in your wooden plate to be picked up after you get your bearings straight. The communal fire is bursting with warmth as children dance around and families group to share their food. Though, you’re still quite distant from the shared space. You had opted to get a piece of mind away from all the activity - surely not because you were avoiding the clan Olo’Eyktan. 

It's been exactly a week since you saw Tonowari, and the memories never cease to replay. You clear your throat even though nothing is lodged in it. Nonetheless, you smooth a hand down your hair just like he had done, quickly rinse your fingers in the water again, pull out an old yet sharp blade then continue your filet. 

You hadn’t seen the man all week, and all of a sudden he was commanding your attention by sending you fleeting looks, passing by your frame a little too closely, and gazing into your soul while you tried to enjoy your food in peace. The nerve.

Again, Eywa is barely on your side.

"Need some help?" 

The deep treble of his voice causes you to flinch. Tonowari stands tall in his gorgeous glory with his hands on his hips, adorning hunting garments and his hair tied back in a bun. You see the eclipse constellation on his skin, stretching beautifully over his lithe muscles. A band decorates his firm pecs and enhances his incredibly slim waist that you crave to run your fingers over. His legs stand strong, supporting his mouth-watering frame. You physically feel his authority, trickling down his body and slapping your face. 

You hold back a laugh at the thought - his presence was intense. The thought helps to put your mind at ease, but the quick thumping of your heart commands your attention.

"If it's no trouble," you croak, desperately trying to ignore the lump in your throat. You fail, however, as your voice comes out in a deep rasp. You clear your throat and pat the space next to you. "Please, sit Olo'eyktan."

Tonowari smiles at you warmly before sitting down. You hand him a fish, which he gracefully accepts, then starts the rhythmic movement of his blade. He’s extremely quick in his work - mesmerized, you gawk at his skilled fingers.

With each passing flick, you wait for the man to address the tension between you - because someone has to, and you decide it won’t be you. No, not after he didn’t talk to you for a week, then suddenly plagued your peaceful dinner with his sensual touch and sultry gaze. Taking a deep breath to calm your traitorous heart, you patiently wait for his inquiry. 

One, the scales fly into the water as larger fish nip at them; was he not going to mention that he fucked you raw last week? Two, Tonowari grunts, blade slightly slipping from his wet hands; Eywa, the tension is burning at your skin. Three, you were choking, you could feel it. Your heart was betraying you as it thumped for the Olo'Eyktan.

Four, "So, are we not going to talk about it?" you snap.

Tonowari stills then jerks his beautiful large head (which was fitting to his beautiful large body) to you. "What is there to address?" he mutters, hand resting on his thigh.

"W-well," you clear your throat, suddenly losing all conduct. You're quick to sharpen your tone, "Last week, at your kelku..."

"Oh?”

You hear him swallow before you nod, and his stare darkens with an indecipherable disposition. "And why shall we address it?" he asks, tone rough to match yours.

You have no choice but to abandon your blade and the fish - Eywa bless its poor heart with the way you were fileting it with lust, anger, shame, and excitement all at once. Your ears fold against your head instinctively before you have the chance to control them. It was embarrassing being so clear with your feelings when Tonowari kept a straight face.

"Because," you start, avoiding his gaze. "Right, because..." 

Was he expecting you to tell him, in front of everyone in the clan? Of course, your backs were facing the distant chatter of the people as you sat on a far edge. You were blocked out from their view by a giant tapestry that dated back to the first moons, still, if someone was to peek their head out, they'd see you sitting together.

You shift closer to him, ignoring the thrumming of your heart, then whisper. "Because we did that." 

Even though you didn't say the word, you can't help but flush. It was just so vulgar, and it was the first time you had ever experienced anything so intimate and erotic. You were naive but weirdly enough, knew better. Your act of intimacy with Tonowari was reserved for mates, and you were certain Tonowari never asked to mate with you. 

He chuckles at your humility and your stomach churns. He makes you feel so belittled with his reaction - had your time together been mere seconds in his lust-filled life? The thought brings a pout to your lips before you straighten and manage a neutral expression. Though, Tonowari notices, and he's quick to tease.

"Ah, I see." his coy smile is critical as he speaks in a low, baritone voice. "Did fucking not satisfy you, girl? Is that it?" 

He shuffles close until his plush thigh bumps into yours and the heat of him hugs around your entire being. He’s barely touching you and your body reacts on instinct, craving for him to take you as his munxta. His muscular  arms are not helping your desires whatsoever, looking obscenely huge in contrast to yours. 

"You want me to fuck you nice and slow again? Or do you want me to be rough with you? Can you handle that, syulang?" he leans in, hand inching closer to your thigh. You gasp, unable to control your twitch.

It's too much - his burly frame, his thighs, his sweet whispers. You dart up to your feet, leaving behind a satisfied Tonowari. He looks almost proud at making you feel this embarrassed. Again, the nerve. 

"Olo'eyktan Tonowari, you are needed."

A warrior and good friend of Tonowari's, Zeir, stands tall with a yomyo lerik in his hand. He's chewing on fish as he waits expectantly for his Olo'eyktan.

Your heart hammers loud in your chest. You almost got caught.

If your embarrassment hadn't gotten the better of you, you'd be spread out before Tonowari with his head between your legs, and you’d do nothing to stop your Olo’Eyktan when Zeir, inevitably, encounters the view due to your cravings. 

Humiliation is all you feel as heat spreads through your body. You're red, and Zeir throws you a pointed look. "How sweet," he grins.

Tonowari's head snaps so fast to his friend that you feel obligated to follow his line of sight. Zeir is smiling at you, drinking in your frame because you can feel his eyes on your skin, poking and prodding. 

His gaze isn't unwanted per se, just a surprising development seeing as he never gave you this attention before. You're not complaining, rather, keening at the overwhelming attention you’re getting. It seems after years of curiosity, Eywa was on your side. The noise of complaint Tonowari lets out, however, tells you that Eywa is not on his side. It was delightful to see the roles reversed.

"Zeir, brother, what is so important that you interrupt us," he warns. 

Zeir takes a moment to think about what you assume is a well-strung answer that won't anger the Olo'eyktan. "The people are asking for you, is all." 

Tonowari nods but lingers for a moment longer than necessary. His eyes survey you as he stands up, then strides across the bouncy weaving strung across the open sea. "You," he looks at you, "we are not finished. Stay there."

You gulp, then nod obediently. The sudden change in his demeanor scares you. You didn't know the man enough to comment on his personality, but it was common knowledge that he rarely got angry. He was usually calm and collected, and when something, or someone, was testing his patience, he was calculative in his approach. Many instances where he had taken hunting parties and returned with nothing but fish skin due to the idiocy and naïveté of the young warriors proved this to you. It was almost comical how he listened to Rakxe and Vetsu bicker about who the mightiest fisherman in the clan is while seemingly catching no fish; hands tight, lip a straight line, yet voice surprisingly soft, as if he was explaining the concept of fishing and hunger to a small child. 

Tonowari leaves you alone with Zeir, a fact he forgot to consider in his haste to please the clan. You give Zeir a pointed look that screams, what in Eywa's name are you doing?

"Oh, don't look at me like that." he scoffs, rolling his eyes.

Your lips twitch. "Like what?"

"Like I've done something bad." he tells you, "You and I know both that your little crush will be in vain if you don't do anything."

Your jaw drops at his straightforwardness. "Well," you start, frustrated. "I was in the middle of doing something!"

"Yeah?" he laughs though it's very obviously forced. "It seemed like he was in the middle of rejecting you, or was that just me?"

His words make a pang go through your chest. While his assumption is false (Tonowari was about ready to fuck you nice and deep), it holds some truth. He seeks you out to whisper filthy words and toss you aside when he's satiated, at least that's what you convince yourself. He had merely used your cunt and then disappeared for the entirety of the week. Was he avoiding you, or was he just busy? 

You didn't want that question answered. You were too far gone, and the answer would shatter your heart. 

In your silence, Zeir clears his throat. "Look, Tonowari is very open with his feelings - sometimes they just need a little push...which I'm generously granting you."

You look at him incredulously, "Oh? And how is angering the man helping me?”

Zeir looks at you like you know the answer. "Jealousy!" he snaps.

"No!" you're quick to yell. 

"Yes!" he whines. "I merely looked at you and he was seething like a  hungry palulukan!"

It would be a lie if you said his words didn't make you giddy. Tonowari? Jealous over you? It would only feed into your hope of claiming the strong warrior. You feel tremors rush through your spine at the thought. Now that his words settle in, you're seriously considering his offer. "Okay," you finally decide.

Zeir smirks, then slowly peeks his head through the flap. The bustle is rambunctious, noises filling the open space when the covering is pushed aside. "Uh oh," he quickly rushes to your side, way too close for your liking. "He's coming back. I'm going to put my hand on your waist, and you," he grabs your hands and presses them to your chest. "Act like I made a joke."

The laugh you let out falls on deaf ears as Tonowari returns. You see his face drop into a scowl, then into a look much more dangerous than what you had anticipated. You quickly break away from Zeir and dust yourself off. "You're back."

"What are you doing with her," he seethes through gritted teeth. 

Zeir crosses his arms, "Nothing, just showing her how a real man should be." 

At his comment, Tonowari's eyes turn. He lunges forward and grabs Zeir's neck - you've never seen him this angry before. It's exhilarating. 

"She's mine," he spits, eyes glazed over. His irises have dilated into something much more feral. You see a flash of panic sail through Zeir's eyes before he nods.

"Mine! Don't ever touch her again, I'm warning you brother," he speaks in a low rasp, tail trashing. It's uncontrollable and swats at your hip before thumping on the ground. "If I ever see you even breathe in her direction..."

"What are you going to do about it?" Zeir chuckles nervously. You do feel bad for him, even if it's only for a moment. He suggested this. He suggested that Tonowari harbors feelings toward you. He suggested that Tonowari would get jealous. 

And he was right. 

"Tonowari," you croak out. He dismisses you with a glance, "Don't hurt him."

This seems to set him off. He lets go of the man before rushing towards you. He yanks your hand, then starts pulling you towards his kelku with hurried steps. You look back at Zeir and he grins at you, mouthing told you so. Though before you can reply, The sullen Olo’Eyktan yanks your arm forward which causes you to crash against his warm back. "Stupid girl!" he growls.

Anger drips from his movements; his quick strides, his snapping tail, the way he opens the flap to his kelku and drags you inside with rough force. You're practically flung inside the marui like a doll. And as he paces back and forth, you're regretting your decisions. He was too angry, too uncharacteristic for his serene persona. His ragged breaths alert the flames inside you to burn, scorching your insides and causing you to crave his thick body, warm. He suddenly stops, then snaps his glaring eyes to your face. Thighs rubbing together, you try not to flinch away from his gaze. 

"On your knees." he all but demands. You tilt your head in confusion, was he actually going to punish you? "Are you deaf, girl? On your knees!"

You quickly lower yourself, quivering in excitement. He stops before you’re facing his swollen tewng. The carnal beast inside you rages with desire, screaming at you to grab his kuru and mate him. Mate him, mate him, mate him. 

You’re quick to dismiss her, it’s too soon. Will he even accept you as his? 

He grips your chin, too tight for your liking, and tells you all you need to know. His fingers squeeze your face before roughly tilting your head upwards. "You dirty cock-slut," he spits, and your eyes widen. "Are you going to let every man into your cunt?"

"W-what?" you croak, tears burning your eyes. 

He grips your hair roughly and then pulls. You yelp, having no choice but to hold onto his thigh to not topple back. Tears stream down your face at the humiliation. "You heard what I said. Don't make me repeat myself."

Eywa, what had you gotten yourself into? Your chest hurt from the mortification, but you couldn't deny the desire burning between your legs at his words. He looked at you with such intensity, eyes blown out. You merely croak out a, "No."

A feral growl leaves his lips before he pulls the string for his tewng. His cock springs out, and he looks at you expectantly. "Open,"

When you hesitate, he mushes your cheeks and forces your mouth to open. “Why?” you croak out, though it’s muffled and barely audible. “Tonowari, I’m scared. It feels hot, please…”

Teary-eyed, you don’t know what you’re begging for. It’s all the more thrilling. 

“Shhh, you have nothing to be afraid of,” he coos, suddenly gentle as he caresses your cheek. His undulant tones give you whiplash. “You’re going to suck on it, sweet girl. Make your Olo’Eyktan feel good,”

You nod, and with no warning, he plunges his cock into the confines of your mouth. 

Tonowari does not allow you to breathe, he doesn't even allow you to adjust to the feeling of your mouth stuffed full of his cock. It’s your first time, and in an array of emotions, you try your best to keep your jaw slack, and teeth at bay. It hurts to have his tip poke your throat, graze it so harshly with no regard for your respiration. A plethora of gargled noises come from your mouth - you’re trying to complain and failing miserably. It didn't matter, since Tonowari wasn't in his right mind. It was terrifying and thrilling all at the same time.

"Ohh, that's good," he grunts, shifting his hips slightly. You fight back more tears but fail, it's the pain that causes them now, instead of his belittling words. In comical timing, Tonowari grips your hair by the roots and pulls your head back, then slams his hips back in. You clutch his thighs, screaming around his cock. 

"Shut up," he grits. "Shut up and take it, filthy girl."

You nod, crying. Your eyelashes stick together as you look up at him, and Tonowari bares his teeth. "Mmph, fuck...Keep your eyes on me, you’re doing so good, syulang - so good,"

He slightly bends his head, then spits at the base of his cock where your mouth doesn't reach. Your eyes widen, just how wet did he need to be for this...activity. You wouldn't know, and Tonowari is aware of this. 

"Have you ever had a cock stuffed in your mouth, syulang?" he chuckles, yet his words contain zero humor - low and raspy as they burn his tongue. "Look at you, drooling on it like this. Ahh, fuck - open wider and do it properly before I stuff it down your throat," 

You nod again, but whatever you do or however you do it seems to fail at satiating his anger. He grunts, starting to snap his hips into your mouth and you can’t help but choke, gargle, and make obscene noises which fall fruitless. His head is thrown back in bliss.

Your jaw is slack, and your throat burns, - you cannot help but crave more. His thick cock slams into your mouth with crude noises and causes your spit to roll down your chin. Unable to wipe it, you grip onto his thick thighs that flex every other second - rhythmic to his snapping hips. Your nails dig into his skin but the man, pure muscle and sex, doesn't flinch. He doesn't even feel it, too busy fucking into your mouth with noises that border on animalistic. He moans though it's rough and coarse, a complete contrast to the whines he let out last week as he fucked you slow and good.

This was not slow and good. This was possessive, raw, and dominating. 

"This mouth is mine. Look at you, you're pathetic. You can barely fucking breathe, girl. What? You want to stop?"

You nod desperately, hoping for some sort of release. 

"Oh, Eywa...You're not allowed to stop…you're out here, whoring for every man in the clan - fuck," his hips jerk, ", and have the nerve to ask for release from me. This is your punishment girl, you better remember your place from now on."

You shake your head, your body trembling with desire. He suddenly stops his thrusts, heaving out a breath that rumbles deep from his chest. "I..." His cock twitches in his mouth, and you watch him grit his teeth and squeeze his eyes shut. He's edging himself, you realize. He's denying himself release because it would mean your ‘punishment’ is over. "It's time I claim this pussy of yours before those brainless bastards lay a hand on you, hm?"

You let out a shaky cough as he pulls his cock out. The way you heave is enough evidence that this is all new to you, and in his wicked mind, Tonowari is more than pleased as he watches you catch your breath. 

"Up, yawne," he demands. His endearment means nothing, not when he's so harsh with his tone. "Be a good girl and get up."

You try, you really do. But you can't. Your legs betray you as you try to stand and topple over. Tonowari is quick to catch you. "Pathetic little girl," he growls. His large hands wind around your thighs before he effortlessly lifts you. He doesn't even pull you to his chest, he just carries you like you're some sort of toy that he was going to bend into submission. He disregards you on his nest and your back hits the soft weaving with a yelp. Before you can move, his hands grip the back of your thighs, pushing them to your chest. Somehow, he rips your tewng with a grunt and sniffs the scent that circles the marui. "You got this wet from sucking my cock?" he snarls. Your folds, already puffy, must look so plush due to your current position. You can feel his breath on your entrance as he sniffs you like he's borderline manic. 

"N-no," you manage to utter. "That was hardly a punishment..."

"Do I have to stuff my cock in there again? Don't get mouthy with me, girl." he snaps, his anger visibly seething.

Now you've done it. You don't even know what kind of power made you answer back to him, but there was no going back now. He was only fueled more. "What? Want me to rip this pussy of yours so you have no choice but to take me? You know nothing, look at you."

Your chest tightens at his words.

"My dick was the first one stuffed in this cunt, and it will be the last." and with that, he plunges his cock in you. You scream his name in pain, and generously, he allows you to get used to the stretch for a few, short moments. "Ohhh fuck, yawne - so tight."

His generosity does not last long, however. Soon, he's drilling into your aching cunt with untetheredly rough thrusts. His grunts accompany the quick strokes he graces you with, and it's grounding. As his big hands stay firmly planted on the back of your thighs, he uses you as leverage to fuck into the tight hole he's fixated on - it's grounding. So much so that your arms desperately flail around to hold onto something to balance yourself and keep your consciousness intact, but to no avail. Tonowari's wet heat, his noises of pleasure, his abdomen that grind into the puffy pebble that pulses with the desire between your legs, they work together to drag you down into the depth of Pandora and trap you in a prison of pure pleasure. When he gives a particularly hard thrust, he heaves a rewarding whine of pleasure, and you can merely scream and take it. 

Your gummy walls are being pounded and any hope of movement is distant. Tonowari won't even let your hands grasp onto something. He lowers himself, trapping your body with his sweat-ridden chest, and reminds you, once again, that without his permission, his cock, and his sweet words, you’re anguished and empty. He manhandles you into submission and pulls the feral creature that burns in your chest, screaming at you to mate him. 

"Look at you, fuck...whimpering like a lost angstik pup." he coos, never once stopping his ruthless pace. "You see how I fuck into your sweet pussy, yawne?”

He brings your palm to rest on your belly, and urges you to press - you cry out in pleasure and pain all at once. You could feel the bulge of his cock protruding from your abdomen and causing dizzying bliss. "So sweet, my pretty little syulang," he grunts. "My filthy little cock-slut. Mine to use. All mine."

"T-Tonowari!" you whine at the disorienting senses. Lost in all the pleasure he's inflicting with thrusts. His drilling has stopped, opting to grind his pelvis into your aching cunt with the same pace. His pace, Eywa. It hasn't faltered once and with the delicious friction he's providing you, all the while ruthlessly stretching you out, the strings that keep you on reality are about to snap. Something is fast approaching, yet it feels nothing like the release he granted you last week. It’s more, slowly building up around your chest with tingles.  "I feel weird! It's-"

Tonowari pulls out of your shuddering cunt and the emptiness he causes  builds tears in your eyes. It's nothing but cruel - coaxing you to give in to pleasure completely, then taking it away all at once. "It hurts syulang, doesn't it? That's right...I'm the only one that could make it go away."

You whimper, babbling incoherently when he thumbs your pussy. "Shhh," he coos, wiping your tears sweetly. "It's okay yawne, don’t cry. I’ll take care of you," 

But it's not okay. You frantically shake your head, begging for more when he plunges two fingers into your pussy and curls the digits. Your head jerks back, and Tonowari plants a firm slap on the curve of your ass. The long, drawn-out moan that leaves you is lewd, and Tonowari is quick to bend down and drink it all up with a wet kiss. He pulls away entirely - fingers, hands, everything, then grasps your waist and turns you around. Since your escapade last week, you have had no control over your body. He left you a whiny, aching mess, and addicted you to all the pleasure he could give. Especially now, in your cock-drunk mindset, you merely whimper and whine as his hands knead at your skin. 

He pulls you by the waist, fingers digging into your pelvis and causing an embarrassing gush of your juices to flow down between your legs. You relish in his low chuckle with a shudder, until a wet heat graces your ass. When his teeth dig in, you can all but gasp at the delicious pain. “Oh!”

The bastard bit your ass. 

"There we go, yawne." he dares to tell you. 

You can feel his muscular arm gather your hands and lock them tightly in his grip. He pulls them back, causing your back to arch for his pleasure, then wedges his thick thigh between your legs to rub against your wet, aching, cunt - you're about to pass out from the need to have him inside you. You can only beg to be filled as he bends and handles you to his liking. He plants his thick cock between the expense of your ass, then humps into you once, twice, before plunging into your pussy once again.

It's all feeling at this point - you try to look back and see his face, but Tonowari doesn't allow you. He rocks into you while sitting back on his legs, and plants a firm hand on the back of your head to push you into the weaving. Your ears flicker at the sound of his thick thighs slapping against your ass, his deep moans and growls that fill the marui once again, overlapping with your screams for mercy. 

He grants you none. Pulling you back further, his hand let go of your head and slither down your chest to push you up to his chest. You don't understand where you're seated until Tonowari's thighs guide yours to open wide, pushing his cock deeper. You feel him everywhere, in your stomach, your ribs, and your throat as you cry out his name in pleasure. He grips your waist and humps into you like he would burn if he didn’t, grunting and cursing into your ear. One of his hands closes around your throat, and you can merely throw your head back against his pectoral and grant him further access. "You look beautiful, my syulang," he tells you. "So pathetic and needy like this, letting the Olo'Eyktan bounce you on his thighs like a little whore."

"Yes! T-Tonowari, there - ahh, right there!"

And when he hits the spongy spot that would be your rise and downfall all at once, it hits you. It hits you as he drills into your g-spot from below with rugged thrusts, hits you like a heart stuttering scare that's been creeping behind for weeks, only to catch you when you least expect it. "That's right. Only I can, fuck - make you cum like this. Ohh Eywa, yes! Just like that." he encourages, and you can only let out a plethora of yes yes yes’, shuddering and clamping down on his cock like a steel vice. Your walls spasm around his cock, and you feel him shoot hot ropes of cum into you with a loud groan. You pump him dry, orgasm lasting until your juices flow down his thick cock and the expense of your legs, coating you both in the fruits of his 'punishment'.

Limp in his arms, you can merely pant with glazed eyes. You can't think, Eywa, you're not able to. You feel numb, a buzzing feeling throughout your body. You pant in unison with the man behind you, whose cock twitches in your fucked out pussy. You stay like this for a while, tangled in his arms as he presses sweet kisses in the crook of your neck, whispering sweet nothings to soothe his previous harsh words. "You did so well, my tiyawn." he caresses your hair with his gentle touch.

"Tonowari..." you call out to him. After the post-orgasmic bliss dies down, a rush of emotions envelops your chest and tightens your heart - they encourage you to finally set this relationship between the two of you. As much as you like this... arrangement, Tonowari was your first, and you hope he will be your last.

Traditionally, while Na'vi can court a variety of prospects, that's all they would be, prospects. Sooner or later, you’re required to find a mate and carry out the mating ritual that you've done not once, but twice with Tonowari. It was forbidden, and inevitably exciting, but you desire something more. You won’t allow him to use your body as he pleases, then toss you aside. 

Tonowari hums into your hair, taking a deep breath. "We are to be mated, right?" you hesitantly ask. 

Tonowari wavers for a second, and you feel your heart drop. As the seconds stretch, you feel it getting pulled down lower, and lower, and lower, until...

"Of course, yawne?" he asks, confusion evident in his voice. "I have fucked you twice, came in you thrice. I thought I was obvious with my intentions."

"Oh..."

It would be an understatement to say your heart soars. No matter if you had absolutely no idea he was courting you, or that he gave no indication of being interested in you in the past. As you fall deep in thought, you realize you've never really paid attention to anyone - anyone except Tonowari that is. Even then, you were far too embarrassed to approach the Olo'Eyktan of the clan, let alone look at him. He was mighty, strong, and sought after by many. 

"That's right, oh." he chuckles, bringing you back down to reality again. It's almost comical how he was making you lose all your sensibility just moments ago with his skilled hips, and now grounding you with his tender tone. "As much as I love being inside you like this, we should clean up."

Slowly but surely, he grips your waist and lifts you from his cock. You watch as the delicious mixture of your releases drips down from your entrance, then whine at the emptiness. "I know," he coos, turning you to face him, then placing you on his lap again. With a sweet kiss on your lips, his strong frame envelops you once again. 

You're inches away from giving in when it hits you - he was the one who ignored you this past week. "Wait," you plant your palm on his chest and push. He frowns, lips chasing yours with a whine. "You ignored me all week."

He pauses, and you can faintly hear him suck in a breath. "I didn't ignore you, I was on a hunting party."

"How?" you ask. "Hunting parties never last a week."

"Well syulang, when Zeir loses the map to the village, it does."

"Oh..."

You start laughing at all the unnecessary insecurities that plagued your mind for seven whole days, and your mate lets out an awkward chuckle.

[barnes-n-nobles]

Attention (SMUT)

Request: Smut. Bucky gets jealous of her for getting too close to his friend Steve. So he punishes her 🍆🤤

Sorry for the delay! Here it is and I hope you enjoy! Let me know what y’all think!

You and Bucky had been invited to Tony Starks birthday party tonight. In most cases you would have an outfit ready, but Bucky wanted to dress you today. You thought it was the cutest idea ever and you let him choose for you. He came out of your closet with a beautiful black dress , that had a slit on the side. He got you this as a gift during the first month that you guys started dating. You were saving it for a special occasion so you were a little shocked that he would bring it out for today’s birthday party. Your eyebrows slightly bunched together in confusion as Bucky laid it on your bed.

“Why that dress for today babe? It’s just Tony’s birthday, not the met gala” you chucked. Buckys metal hand traced the side of the dress and smiled at the thought of seeing your body in this sexy dress. “I just want to show off my beautiful girl. Plus, my tux is all black as well. You know how I love matching with you” he smiled as he went to place a soft kiss on your lips.

You nodded in agreement , taking the dress off the bed and walking into the bathroom to change. “I just hope this dress doesn’t get ruined like my last one…” you sighed smiling at the memory that started to form in your mind. “What do you mean, Doll?” Bucky asked curiously.

“One day, Steve and Thor got so drunk at Natashas party that they started having “cake wars” and I made the huge mistake of trying to take the cake away from them and Steve threw a handful of cake at me, while he was trying to get Thor. I was so mad because the dress I got for that day was super nice but I had to get rid of it…it was way too stained” you stated as you slid yourself into your dress.

Bucky rolled his eyes at the sound of Steves name leaving your lips. Him and Steve had some unspoken tension between them that always puzzled you. Little did you know, Steve wanted you for himself but Bucky moved way too fast and was able to cuff you up before Steve even thought about it. Bucky and him were inseparable but once they both realized they were after the same girl, they both got distant. Bucky loved his friend but he always got everything. The fame, love, praise, recognition. He wasn’t going to let him get you though, because you belonged to him. Only him.

“He better not start his shit or I’m going to fuck him up” he spat. “Bucky, you’re not an angel when you get drunk either you get pretty angry AND / OR get into fights with everyone. “ Bucky knew that he had to tame his demons when he was around you just because he didn’t want to scare you off, but it’s been getting harder and harder to control it as men had gotten a bit too brave around you. Bucky wasn’t the type of shy off when something made him mad.

~~~~Later that night~~~~

You and Bucky walked into Tonys home and it never failed to amaze you how beautiful his house was. You hope to one day share a home with Bucky. One where you could one day raise a family of pets and eventually even kids. He noticed you were busy thinking about something so he nudged you to bring you back from your daydreams. “What’s wrong Doll? You seem distracted.” asking with a little scrunch of his eyebrows. “Oh it’s nothing just thinking about this huge-“ You we’re cut off by a familiar voice. “Y/n, Bucky, so glad you guys could make it. You’re only like 1 Hr late but who’s keeping track.” You all chuckled and said happy birthday to Tony. “Come join us, the food just got served”. As you walked into his lavish dining area you said hi to everyone and sat down on the 2 remaining seats. Steve was on your right and Bucky on your left. He soon started to talk to Sam who’s was next to him. “Hey y/n…I haven’t seen you in a while. How’s it going?” Steve asked you giving you a quick hug. You thought that Bucky would have turned around or at least notice but he was too busy joking with Sam.

“Hey Steve it has been a while. Just going through life, you know.” You smiled warmly.

“I feel you. It’s so good to see you. Your little boyfriend likes to keep you all to himself huh?” He asked softly so that only you could hear him. You just smiled and shook your head side to side, not wanting to answer. Steve was always a flirt you thought, but in reality he liked to push your buttons to see your pretty little face flush. After dinner you all moved to Tonys living room, everyone consumed in their own conversations. Bucky was next to you the whole night , making sure you were having a good time as well. “I’m going to go upstairs real quick, Tony is needing a hand with one of his “toys”. I’ll be right back Doll” he said placing a kiss on your cheek. You nodded and decided to pick up your phone to check up on any notifications you had.

Steve gulped down his drink from across the room as he saw Bucky leave your side finally. He started to approach you as soon as he was out of sight. “All alone?” He asked looking down at your small frame. Your eyes snapped up to see Steve standing in front of you. “ For now, Bucky is out doing something “ you said looking in the direction that he walked “May I sit?” He asked with a smirk. You nodded and scooted over. You and Steve started having a nice conversation and got all caught up with eachothers lives. He brought you some drinks to loosen you up and they seemed to be working perfectly as you started to feel a bit more chill and relaxed. Steve laid his arm over the top of the couch and scooted closer to you, making your face turn hot but the closeness. Steve leans over close to your ear and whispered “You look absolutely stunning. Tell Bucky to bring you around me a little more, hun. I’m sure he’s the sharing type.” You knew he was getting a little too comfortable due to the drinks he’s been having but you tried not to make a big deal. “Steve, please.” you warned wanting him to know there was line he was approaching and that he hould not cross. “Please what y/n…. I never see you and I know for a fact it’s because of Bucky. I’m also your friend and I want to be around you and in your life. Don’t you want that?” You turned your face around to get a bit of separation. But then he used his thumb and index finger to turn your face towards him. “Well?”. You didn’t know what to say so you stayed silent just looking down. Steve was irritated and he let go. Standing up looking down at you. “When you make your own decisions, you know where to find me” he said turning around but then suddenly he bumped into a strong chest. Your eyes shot up and you were frozen.

There he was, his chest falling up and down in absolute anger. Looking straight into Steve’s eyes. “Get out of my face Buck.” Steve said in a low tone. Bucky didn’t say a word, his nose flaring and his chest rose and fell slowly with anger. His metal arm rapidly grabbed his throat. “DONT ever touch her again. I’ll fucking kill you” and with that he threw him across the room by his neck, hitting some tables and chairs as he fell to the ground. Everyone snapped their attention over to you guys a few gasps and screams erupting. You quickly stood up and got in front of Bucky, placing your hand on his bicep as if it would calm him down. “Please Bucky, stop...” you said looking over at Steve who was surrounded by people as they tried to help him up. Tony and Sam went over to you guys to make sure that Bucky wouldn’t escalate this any further. “Bucky, you need to control yourself. This isn’t the time nor place. “ Sam said turning to look at Steve who was now up and getting held back and talked to by Thor and Vision. “Jesus Christ Barnes, you could have at least given me some time to pull out my phone to record that.” Tony said making Bucky snap out of his trance and you could see a small smile starting to form. Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head. “But yes..like Sam said. Not the time and definitely not the place. Pepper is going to kill me. “ as he looked at the broken table. “Sorry Tony, we’re just going to head out. I promise we’ll pay for that” you stated pulling Bucky away.

As you guys were heading to the entrance of the house, Bucky quickly pulled you into a near by room and locked the door behind him. You almost got whiplash at how fast he got you in there. “what the fuck were you doing with Steve, why did you let him get that close to you.” His big broad frame towered over you. “I didnt...well.. I dont know he was just sitting there and he got so close, i felt so trapped I didnt know what to do. “ you explained not knowing what to say to not make him more mad. “you know i dont fucking like him, why would you even entertain him? Do I need to brainwash you to never speak to anyone else but me... Hmm?’‘ he said pinning you to a nearby wall and pressing his body up against you. You didnt know if the drinks finally got to you or what, but you were feeling all tingly inside. Absolutely loving Buckys dominance. “or do you just want some attention. Because ill give you all the attention in the world Doll...but you'll only get it from me...no one else.” he whispered into your face.His lips brushing lightly over yours. You let out a little moan, his words going straight into your pussy. “I just need yours. You know that” you purred leaning in for a kiss. Bucky pulled away looking at your beautiful eyes, filling up with want and lust. “ Im going to show you that you only belong to me, and Ill make you crave only me and my attention. now turn over” he said giving you a quick kiss. 

You obediently turned and he started to slide your panties down. Buckys hands started to roam your body, his metal arm stopping at your clit. “I need you to be quiet for me Doll. Can you do that?” he said as his hard cock was grinding on your ass. “Yes, Sargent Barnes” you moaned as his fingers started to play with your clit. “Fuck...sucha good girl”. When he felt that you were wet enough he grabbed your hair and shoved you down onto a nearby dresser, earning a gasp from you. He pulled himself out and pulled up your dress, giving you a nice hard slap on your ass making you whine. “You had your fun with that imbecile “ he said as he aligned his throbbing cock at your entrance. “now its time for me to punish you like a whore for talking to him. “ and with that he rammed inside of you, letting out an animalistic growl at your tightness. Your moans ripped through your throat as he started to pump himself inside of you, with out much gentleness. His metal hand quickly went to your mouth, muffling your beautiful sounds. “Shh babygirl..cant let anybody else hear”. He thrusted into you hard and fast, making you see stars and your mewls restrained by his cold hand. Your wetness soon started to drip down your leg. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling nothing but pure pleasure and bliss. Buckys arm went down to your neck and he pulled you up, making you arch your back. He leaned down looking at your fucked out face while he stuffed you full of his cock over and over again. He started to have a hot sloppy make out session with you, moaning into your mouth and you doing the same. Tongues interwoven into each other.

Bucky grunted your name, standing upright one more time. He grabbed your hips and started to fuck into you harder, his head snapping back as he was so close. “fuck im going to cum inside you Doll…Tell me who you belong to y/n..” he growled. “Y-you Bucky...only you Sergeant Barnes.” you moaned. Thats all it took for him to finally cum. His thrusts got sloppy as he spilled inside you. His cock twitching inside with each pause he took. He smiled as he pulled out, watching his cum spill down your leg. He pulled you up and gave you a passionate kiss. “dont worry Doll. We have much more to do at home. This was just a warm up, I’m going to give you orgasms after orgasms and you’re going to take it and enjoy it”