#song is bars by GHOST btw

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Anything for You - Pt 0.5

daemon x daughter!reader 

Previous Parts

*i wrote and posted this after pt4 btw bc Part 1 was supposed to be a one shot*

Summary: Daemon returns home from the war in the Stepstones after years and when you both see each other it feels as if everything shifts. Upon seeing you again Daemon knows he has to have you regardless of the consequences. 

Warnings: 18+ swearing, wine, fingering, face riding, oral(f), loss of virginity, p in v, masturbation(m), two daemon PoVs

Authors Note: i did steal a scene from season one bc i wanted to and that’s ok 🙂‍↕️ wioumcysicha - gnawing at the bars of my enclosure fr 

Word Count: 6k sry

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Two years ago

My hands shake as I read his half scribbled words across the parchment. Tears pour down my face as I read it over and over. I send all of my handmaidens out and curl up in my bed letting the sobs tear through my body. I wipe my eyes to read it one last time before crumpling it up and tossing it across my chambers. 

Daughter- 

I'm sorry I didn’t tell you that I was leaving in person. I couldn’t bear to see the look on your face, sweet girl. I’ll come home to you as soon as I am able. 

-Father

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Two moons before Part 1

My handmaidens fret about my chambers offering me new dresses and necklaces to all I shake my head. My doors are thrown open as more come in with different wines and sweets and I get up and lay across my chaise on the balcony. There is only one thing, one person that could truly make me feel better: my father. 

He left me that night two years ago now and hasn’t returned since. There has been such an emptiness inside of me since then. The Red Keep is crawling with whispers and rumors of different fates that have befallen the rogue Prince but I know in my heart that he will return to me. I’ve been lonely the past two years and the King has tried everything to get me to agree to a marriage I have no interest in. 

My handmaidens whisper about eligible Lords who are visiting and known to be very generous. I’ve shared a meal with a handful of them but none of them could offer me what I truly desired or needed. I’m not deaf to the whispers around the Keep that surround me that call me a ghost ever since my father went to war. 

In the fortnight following my nineteenth name day I have begun to truly believe what they say. I have no interest in anything besides laying on my chaise or taking baths. I call my handmaidens over to prepare me a bath as I slowly begin to rise. I stretch out and look across the Bay and my heart stops when I see a streak of red. 

It cannot be. I shake my head and run over to the railing. The piercing song I remember travels through my chambers and I drop everything and sprint down the hall. My guard chases after me as I make my way to the main hall. I wait at the bottom of the stairs and stare at the doors, not daring to wait outside. I pick at my nails and focus on trying to calm my breathing. 

“Princess, could I escort you back to your chambers?” my guard looks down at me concerned. 

“No.” I don’t even deign to look at him. I keep my focus ahead as the minutes drag by. Servants pass by and avoid contact with me as I take a seat on the bottom step. I rest my head in my hands as I continue to wait for the door. My guard shifts uncomfortably next to me and I roll my eyes as I begin to grow impatient. 

“Princess, it’s been well over an hour. Do-“ 

“No,” I snap, rising from the stairs. “I’m waiting for-“ the doors push open and I turn as the breath is taken from my lungs. I notice his short silver hair first. I take a deep breath and run over to him as the tears start to fall down my face. “Daddy?” I sob and he opens his arms and picks me up. I wrap my body around him holding him tightly as I cry into his neck. 

The metal of his armor bites into me but I have no care as I hold onto him tighter. I press my lips against his neck as I burrow in closer to him and his arms constrict around me. He slowly sets me back on the ground and I look up at him with watery eyes. 

“My sweet girl.” his eyes look me over. 

“Don’t leave me again.” my lip wobbles and I wrap my arms around him in another hug. 

“I promise that I won’t.” he whispers into my hair. “Come with me, sweet girl.” he threads his fingers into mine. “I have to go see the King.” he starts to lead me in the direction of the throne room. 

I continue to look up at him as we walk and I can see the smirk painted across his face. I look up at his short hair with a makeshift crown sitting atop his brow. He looks down at me before pulling me closer and I splay my other hand on the metal covering his torso. I look up at him with such an intense need that a whine slips from my lips. 

“Daddy.” I breathe out clinging to him. 

“We’ll have time later.” he presses his lips against my forehead before ushering us into the throne room. 

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After an hour long talk with the King, my father and I are finally leaving the hall. His hand has stayed molded to mine since we clasped them together. As we walk up the stairs I call my handmaidens to prepare a bath in my chambers. My father and I sit on my couches staring at each other while my handmaidens prepare everything. After they’ve placed everything out I dismiss them and my father looks at me with a raised brow. 

“What happened to your hair?” I purse my lips walking over to him. 

“Do you not like it?” he looks up at me with a smile. His hands grab my waist and pull me between his thighs. 

“I do. It’s just different.” I lean over him and run my fingers through his short locks. His fingers dig into my waist as he pulls me onto his lap. A shiver tracks through me as his armor presses against me.

“You look different, sweet girl.” he cups my face. “A woman now.” his hands slide up my sides and my breath catches. 

“Let me bathe you.” I hum. “I’m sure it’s been moons since you’ve had a proper bath.” I raise my brow and he smiles. 

“Are you trying to say something?” he chuckles, raising a brow.

“I missed you. I want to make sure you’re okay. Check you for wounds. Scars.” he squints his eyes at me before lifting me off his lap. He stands up and presses his lips to my forehead. 

“I will come find you later.” he nods before slipping out of my chambers leaving me there feeling more lost and alone than ever. 

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Daemons PoV

He had to get out of her chambers and quickly. The way her body pressed so perfectly to his had him thanking his armor for hiding his hard cock. Gods and she wanted to bath him. This is the first non selfish decision that he has made in ages. He felt a strange feeling when she frowned so deeply when he declined her offer. 

His sweet girl's face deflated and he watched her round violet eyes begin to water. He didn’t intend to cause her so much upsetness; he just needed to clear his mind and think. Upon entering his chambers he’s bombarded with servants buzzing around and bringing in clothes and candles. 

“Out.” he holds the door wide for them and they all begin to filter out. 

He clicks the door shut behind him and begins to remove his armor. Once all of the metal is littered across the floor he goes over to his bed and collapses. He inhales deeply and groans. He has to be going mad or his want is taking over his senses but he can smell her on his sheets. He thinks about her sneaking through the tunnels to curl in his bed over the years and his cock stirs again. 

He can’t take it anymore and shoves his hand into his trousers. He groans as his fingers wrap around his shaft and he thinks about her tossing and turning in his bed. The sweet little pout on her lips that he wants to rub his tip over. His thumb swipes over his tip as it begins to leak and he jerks up into his tightening palm. He turns his head to the side and he gets another smell of her sweetness and a low groan slips past his lips. His mind conjures a picture of her squirming beneath him begging for him and his pleasure bursts across his hand. 

He sighs, pulling his hand out of his trousers feeling like a young boy who just saw his first low cut gown. He walks to his bath chambers and looks at himself in the mirror before cleaning up and changing. He walks back out to sit in front of his hearth and he rests his head in his hands. 

He wants her so badly. He thought he would have more clarity after taking care of himself but it’s only made his desire stronger. He hopes that a night on the street of silk will fix his problem and if it won’t he’ll make her his. 

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Your PoV

It’s been three days since my father left my chambers and I’ve only seen him in passing in the halls. He hasn’t come to see me or share any meals with me. My handmaidens look over me worriedly as I continue to decline their efforts. They prepare me for bed and I pout under the covers as they begin to blow out the candles. Once they leave me for the night I stare at the ceiling waiting for sleep to take over. 

I groan as I continue to toss and turn, not comfortable or warm enough to find sleep. I wrap the blankets around me tighter and whine before pushing them off and getting up. I grab one of my candles and light it before walking over to the door hidden next to my bed. 

I was always thankful that my father showed me these tunnels before he went off to war. On particularly bad nights I would sneak through them and curl up in his bed as the sobs tore through my body. Tonight I’m hoping to be engulfed in his embrace. As I push open the hidden door to his chambers I frown, finding it empty. 

I blow out my candle as I make my way deeper into his chambers. I see that the bed is still made as I make my way over to it and begin to pull back the blankets. I slide beneath the covers and inhale deeply smiling that it smells like him once more. I hug a pillow against my chest and finally my eyes are heavy enough to shut. 

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I whine as I feel the cool breeze skirting across my skin. I reach blindly for the blanket and turn over on my back to try and find it with my other hand. I gasp, opening my eyes as I feel fingers trailing up my legs. I blink them a couple times so they can adjust to the dark chambers and look up and see my father looking down at me. I look down and notice I shifted my night dress up in an attempt to find the blankets. I pull at the hem and my father lets out a low chuckle. 

“What are you doing in here, sweet girl?” his voice like gravel. 

“I wanted to be held by you.” I look over his flushed face and smell the ale on his clothes. 

“So you come lay in my bed and wait for me in this little dress?” his fingers skim just beneath the edge of my night dress. I nod my head and look up at him. “You should be in your own chambers.” he shakes his head and sits at the end of the bed. 

“Why?” my voice a whisper. 

“It’s hard for me to control myself around you.” he looks at me over his shoulder. 

“What do you mean?” I sit up and drape myself across his back. 

“I want to ruin that sweet little cunt between your legs.” he turns around and pushes me back onto the bed. I look up at him with a heaving chest and flushed cheeks. “Gods, look at you.” his fingers brush over my hardened nipples and I gasp, biting my lip. 

“Please,” my voice broken and he removes his hands. 

“No,” he shakes his head. “I’m taking you back to your chambers.” I push my bottom lip out at his words and he scoops me up from the bed and tosses me over his shoulder. 

His hands rest on the back of my thighs as he brings us into the tunnels. He walks back to my chambers on steady feet and when we enter them he walks over to my bed and tosses me down. He watches as I bounce back and my dress slides scandalously up my thighs before shaking his head. 

“Go to bed, sweet girl.” he pulls my blankets over me and presses his lips to my scrunched brow. 

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Daemons PoV

After he brought her back to her chambers he sealed himself in his chambers and stroked himself until he was spent. The little sounds she made when he brushed over her nipples had him almost bursting in his trousers. The intense want and need in her eyes was all he needed to know that she felt the same way. He made his decision and went to bed knowing he would get what he wanted on the morrow regardless of the consequences. 

He wakes early and dresses himself to meet the King in the throne room. The traditions of his family are strange to others but he’s hoping that if anyone will understand it’ll be the King. He ignores everyone because his mind is set and he’s ready to get what he wants. He pushes open the doors to the throne room and finds it empty. He looks up the jagged steps and turns as the doors open again. The King walks in and looks at him curiously. 

“What is it?” the King sighs, approaching Daemon. 

“Brother, I have something to ask of you.” he searches the King's eyes. 

“Calling me brother? You must be truly desperate.” the King's eyes crinkles as he smiles. 

“When I offered up my crown you said I could have anything.” the King's amusement begins to fade. “I want my daughter.” Daemon nods his head. 

“What do you mean?” the King shakes his head. 

“Wed her to me.” Daemon feels his heart beating faster and he doesn’t care if his brother says no or not. He plans to claim her tonight and nothing is changing that. 

“No.” the King scoffs. “Daemon, there are plenty of other women for you to choose from.” Daemon lets out a chuckle. 

“They’re not good enough.” he waves his brother off. 

“I wonder if anyone will ever be good enough for you.” the King shakes his head.

“She is.” Daemon looks to his brother. 

“I’ll hear no more of this.” the King brushes past Daemon and begins to ascend the stairs and take his seat upon the throne.

“I will have her.” he points at the King before leaving the throne room. 

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Your Pov

I flare my nostrils as I’m jostled once again through the covered carriage that’s pulling me through the city. I push the linen back and look out the small window at the stands and life going on. We hit another hole and my head hits the wooden frame. My handmaiden flies across the carriage to me and cups my head. I roll my eyes and have her take her seat once more. 

A small smile starts to form on my lips as we pass through the gates to Rhaenys’s Hill. The carriage makes its way up and comes to a slow stop in front of the Dragonpit. I smooth my skirts as I step out of the carriage and onto the ground. I hear Caraxes' song and pray that he remembers who I am. I walk through the doors with my head held high before my feet falter as I see my father in his riding gear. 

“What are you doing here, sweet girl?” he tilts his head walking over to me. 

“I wanted to see Caraxes.” I chew my lip looking up at him. 

“By yourself?” he raises his brow. 

“You don’t want to see me.” my lip wobbles and I clench my fists to steel myself. 

“Who said that?” he cups my cheeks and I huff as a tear spills over the edge. 

“You don’t come and see me. You’ve been pushing me away. I’m so alone.” my voice cracks and I frown at how I sound. “I don’t know what I did.” I sniffle and he pulls me against his chest. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.” he mumbles against my hair. His arms pull me tighter and I begin to settle. He pulls back cradling my head in his hands as he dips down. “Do you want to fly with me?” I search his eyes. 

“Really?” I start to smile as he brushes away my tears. 

“Come, we’ll find you a change of clothes.” he pulls me away from my handmaiden and rustles through some closets and finds me better attire. 

“Can you untie my gown?” I blink up at him. His eyes darken as he slowly turns me around. He pulls on the laces slowly while his other hand brushes the hair cascading down my back. Once loosened enough it starts to slip down my shoulders. “Thank you,” I hum, turning back to him. 

“Of course.” he nods his head. He turns and I push my gown off and begin to pull on the trousers and jerkin. He turns back to me and smiles. “I’ll have to get you your own riding gear made.” he chuckles, tightening the belt around the jerkin. 

“I would like that.” I offer him a shy smile. He grabs my hand and leads me down into the pits. Soft grumbles and songs come from deep within the earth as we continue our way to Caraxes. He slows our pace as we step into an opening with a curled Caraxes within. “Just as handsome as I remember.” I hum and his eyes blink open. 

Caraxes uncurls and pushes his snout forward into my father before pushing into me. A smile spreads across my face and my fathers arms wrap around me. He walks me over to Caraxes side and helps me start climbing up. He helps me take a seat in front of him and he holds me against his chest. 

“Are you ready, princess?” he whispers in my ear and I nod quickly. “Fly, Caraxes.” his dragon begins to move us out of the pits before climbing us into the sky. 

With every wing beat my heart jumps and my hands cling onto my fathers arms. As Caraxes levels out on the breeze I slowly relax. I close my eyes as I feel the familiar bite of the wind as Caraxes dips to circle the city. My father has him bring us over to the KingsWood. We land in an open field and we begin to slide off. My father cups my face once we make it to solid ground. 

“You have become so very beautiful in the past couple years.” he brushes his fingers across my cheek. 

“Thank you.” I look up at him chewing my lip. His thumb pulls my lip from between my teeth and I feel my cheeks flush. His thumb continues to ghost across my lips and I look up to him breathing heavily. He steps back and studies me. 

“Are there any young men who have caught your eye?” a smirk forms on his lips. 

“No.” I shake my head. “The King has expressed his wish for me to marry but no one is good enough.” I scrunch my brows because there is one person who is. “I’ve shared some meals but nothing ever progressed after.” I bring my hands together and pick at my nails.

“No little late night rendezvous in your chambers?” my head snaps up to his as I feel my cheeks blush.

“No.” I shake my head quickly. “No one touches me besides my handmaidens.” I feel my heart beating quicker as he starts to approach. 

“Do they now?” he tilts his head. 

“No, not like that, like bathe me and dress me and,” I shake my head feeling my face heat even more. “No one has touched me.” I blink up to him not knowing what to say. 

“Not even yourself, sweet girl?” he smiles. 

“Daddy.” I pout, not wanting him to tease me any longer. 

“I asked the King if I could wed you today.” my breath catches at his change in tone and conversation. I search his eyes to make sure he’s not teasing still. 

“Did he say we could?” my voice filled with unabashed hope. 

“You want to wed me?” he steps closer to me. My heart beats faster as he pulls me against him. “Be my wife? Carry my children? Let me bury myself between these pretty thighs?” he tilts my head up to him. 

“Yes, please,” I wrap my hands around his arms. He dips down and presses his lips against mine. I melt into his arms and he lifts me up holding me against him. His tongue pushes into my mouth as I gasp when his fingers dig into my ass. 

“I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you, sweet girl.” he mumbles. “I’ll make it up to you tonight.” he sets me back down on the ground and I pout looking up at him wanting to still be within his arms. 

“Can we wed?” I ask softly. 

“The King said no.” my smile drops. “But I don’t care. You’ll be mine.” he nods and my smile starts to return. 

We continue to stroll through the woods until the late afternoon. By the time we make it back to Caraxes the sun is starting to slip below the horizon as he carries us back to the pits. Once we land he takes me back to my gown and I quickly change. “Go back to the Keep with your handmaiden and I’ll come to your chambers later.” he kisses my brow and I smile up at him. 

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I allow my handmaidens to give me a bath to get the smell of dragon off of me. After I’m smoothed with oils and perfumes they pull my silk night dress over me. I dismiss them for the night and lay on my chaise near the hearth. I wish I knew when he was coming or if I should just sleep. I frown and make my way to my bed when the door to the tunnel opens. A smile spreads across my cheeks as my father shuts the door behind him. 

“Were you going to bed, sweet girl?” he saunters over to my bed. 

“I was going to lay down and wait for you.” I walk over to him. 

“In an even shorter dress than before?” he groans, resting his hands on my hips. He gently lays me back on the bed and looks down at me. “Gods, I just,” he shakes his head. “Can daddy touch you?” his eyes snap to mine as a whimper spills from my lips. 

“Please,” my voice barely a whisper. 

He starts to lift my night dress off and I squirm under his heated gaze. His eyes trail over every inch of skin that he exposes. I squeeze my thighs together as he lifts my dress higher. When he pulls it over my chest I feel my nipples harden from the cool air. I lift my arms and he smiles, slipping the dress the rest of the way off. 

“Good girl.” he hums, skating his fingers up my torso. His fingers roll one of my nipples and I gasp below him. He crawls over me on the bed and I sigh, engulfed by his warmth. He dips his head down and sucks my neglected nipple into his mouth and I squeak as his tongue flicks across it. 

“Daddy,” I cry out. “Please,” I whine and he teases the hardened bud with his teeth. He chuckles against my skin before kissing his way down my torso. I watch with a flushed face as he spreads my thighs and settles between them. He presses his lips on the insides of my thighs and I tremble. 

“Do you want me to make you feel good?” he looks at me with dark eyes. 

“Yes,” I whine. My head falls back to the pillows as his tongue pushes through my slit. Soft moans fall from my lips as he softly kisses my bud. His tongue trails down to my core and my legs shake on either side of his head. He holds my legs open against the bed and starts to lick at me with more fervor. “Please, yes,” I cry out and I bury my fingers in his hair. My body goes taught as my pleasure slams through me. 

I look down at him and see him staring up at me already. Soft pleas pour from my mouth as he starts to lap at me slowly again. One of his hands move from my thigh and soon I feel one of his fingers start to press into my core. My fingers dig into his hair and he groans against me slowly pushing his finger into me. He slowly starts to move his finger and let my head fall back as I feel my pleasure building once more. 

A loud moan is pulled from my lips as he presses a second finger in. My hips roll against his face as my stomach starts to tighten. His fingers curl slightly and I pulse around his fingers lifting up off the bed. He licks me through my pleasure before sitting up and watching my squirming body. I sit up and press my lips against his. 

“Please daddy,” I whine, pulling at his trousers. He watches me with an amused expression as I start to pull on the laces. I try to push them down and he chuckles, grabbing my hands. He rises off the bed and watches me as he slowly peels off his clothes. I lick my lips as he bares himself to me. 

“Lay back.” he watches me lay back and he starts to spread my legs to settle between them. “Such a good girl for me.” I mewl as his length spreads through my wetness. “I may not be able to wed you right now, but I promise you that I will one day.” he presses his lips against mine as he slowly starts to push into me. 

Every inch pulls a moan from my lips as he splits me open. My nails dig into his back as he stops his moments. I squeeze my eyes shut adjusting to his fullness while he kisses softly at my neck. He rubs soothing circles into my hips and I slowly open my eyes looking at him. 

“I’m so full of you.” I pant and he groans resting his forehead on mine. 

“You feel so good. So warm and wrapped around me so tightly.” he slowly rocks his hips into mine. I whine at the friction as he continues to softly rock into me. “You like the way daddy feels?” he groans and I nod my head. He pulls out of me and pushes back into me quickly, stealing my breath. He does it again and I arch up into him. 

“Yes,” my voice breaks and he chuckles against my neck as he starts a steady pace. 

I wrap my legs around him as my high watches through me. He stills in me softly cursing while his fingers dig into my hips. He starts to pound his hips into mine and desperate whines fall from my lips. My chambers are filled with the sounds of our skin and my soft cries. His rhythm falters and he groans stilling inside of me. I gasp as I feel his warmth spill inside of me as he collapses on top of me. I hold him closer enjoying the weight and warmth of him. 

“You did so good.” he lifts up and presses his lips to mine as he pulls out. He rolls over and pulls me against his chest. “My sweet girl.” He hums, pressing his lips against my hair.  

“Will you stay with me?” I look up at him with pleading eyes. 

“Of course.” he wraps his arms around me. “Go to sleep.” I wrap my arms around his chest and close my eyes. 

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One moon before Part 1

I pour my father wine as he takes his seat around the council table. He looks up at me with a soft smile as I take my place next to him. The other members slowly trickle into the room and I step closer to my father. His hand rests on my lower back and he rises when the King enters. The King places a kiss on my cheek before he takes his seat. 

The meeting today seems to drone on forever and I begin to lean against my fathers chair. He starts to rub circles onto my back and I look out the windows allowing the boring meeting to fade away. I’m brought back to the present as chairs begin to scrape against the stone as the members start to leave the hall. The King looks to my father and sighs. 

“There are plenty of eligible Ladies for you to court.” he looks at my father with tired eyes. 

“They are all plain.” he chuckles looking at the King. “You know who I desire.” my fathers bold words cause my knees to weaken and I shift on my legs to keep me upright. 

“I’ve already told you no,” he scoffs, sitting back in his chair. “I tire of this and the ceaseless rumors.” he waves us off. 

I feel the tears well in my eyes. My father rises with a shake of his head and leads me out into the halls. I softly sniffle as I cling onto his arm and he tugs me into an alcove and looks down at me. His thumbs brush away my tears and he softly places his lips on mine and I gasp pulling back but he pulls me back against him. 

“Someone could see.” I whisper up to him. 

“Let them.” he kisses me once more. “Let them see that you’re mine and only mine.” he kisses down my neck and I cling onto his arms. “Daddy’s good girl.” he purrs into my ear. I whimper and squirm in his arms before he’s pulling me back up to my chambers. “I got you something.” he shuts the doors behind us. 

“What is it?” I turn to him with a smile. He walks over to the table and returns to me with a box. He opens it and shows me the most beautiful necklace that I’ve seen. The jewels inlaid have to be worth a kingdom at least. “This is..” I press my fingers against the chain and he pulls it out and turns me around. His fingers ghost across the nape of my neck as he brushes my hair away. He clasps the necklace around my neck and steps back. “How does it look?” I turn and look up at him.

“You look divine. Though I think a lower cut dress would show it off more.” he licks his lips. 

“Do you want to take this one off?” I tilt my head, nibbling my lip.

“I do.” he nods his head and steps over to me. His fingers start to pull at the laces on my back before pushing it down. He helps me step out of it and looks over my body left in my slip. “This too.” he pulls at the hem and I lift my hands as he pulls it over my head discarding it to the floor. “Like this,” he nods. “Perfect.” his hands press against my skin softly digging into me.

“Please,” I lean up to try and kiss him. He smiles before pressing his lips against mine. I hold him close as he slowly starts to walk us back to the bed. He pulls his lips out of my reach and I pout up at him. 

“Get on the bed.” he helps me crawl onto the bed and watches as the jewels move across my chest. He lays down on the bed next to me and grabs my hand tugging me over to him. “Sit on daddy’s face.” I look down at him with wide eyes. 

“What?” I scrunch my brows. I squeak as he pulls my thigh and lifts it over his head. I straddle his face and look down at his mischievous eyes. “I don’t- Daddy,” I whine as he trails his tongue up my slit. His hands grab at my waist and push me down on his tongue causing me to cry out. I look down and see him watching me as his tongue lashes against my bud. “Yes, yes,” I roll my hips against his mouth and he groans, lapping at me faster. 

My hands catch on the hardboard as I start to fall forward. My back arches as he starts to lick against me more wildly. One of his palms lands against my ass and I jerk forward on his tongue. I whimper out and I start to roll my hips chasing my pleasure. His other hand lands upon my other cheek and I whine leaning back into his hands. He removes both his hands only to have them both land on me at the same time. My pleasure tears through me as I shake against his face. 

His tongue pushes into my core and I try to lift off of him but his fingers dig into me holding me down. I cry and gasp above him as his tongue swirls around my bud and I feel my high start to ripple through me. His palm lands on my cheek and I feel more pleasure start to pour out of me. He lifts my hips up slowly kissing down my thighs before laying me back on the bed. 

“You were such a good girl for me.” he murmurs, kissing my neck before licking across my breasts. He laps against one of my sensitive peaks and I whimper threading my fingers in his hair. “You look so beautiful like this. Flushed with pleasure, chest heaving and covered in jewels and sweat.” he hums, kissing over to my other nipple. He teases the bud between his teeth before letting it go. “A vision.” he shakes his head watching my breathing start to settle. 

“Thank you.” I reach up for him. He lays down and pulls me against his chest and allows me to cling to him. 

“Of course, anything for you, sweet girl.” he presses his lips against my brow. 

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Prompt no. 15 with Taehyung

PAIRING: kim taehyung x fem!reader.

WC: 2.4k

WARNINGS: the prompt is in bold, age gap (th is 35 & reader is 25), smut 18+, unprotected sex, dom!taehyung, idk if it would actually count as degradation but I’m throwing it in there just in case, idk tae just likes to make fun of reader and how desperate she is for him 🤷🏻‍♀️, doggy, chocking, slight clit slapping, a bit of masturbation (on readers end), sir kink, begging and a whole lotta petnames; btw this is not proofread.

A/N: thank you for your request, i hope you like it! I enjoyed writing this one sm.

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Unapproachable, stoic, cold-hearted and undeniably handsome, that’s what Kim Taehyung was. A man of many qualities and few flaws, one that could make any woman —or man, for that matter— weak in the knees with a single glance. His elegant mannerisms often drew people’s attention towards him, making it impossible to avoid unwanted social interactions wherever he went. Taehyung didn’t like the undivided attention he has gained over the years, which in retrospect he should have known it was going to be a given after building a successful empire in the entertainment industry. Nonetheless, the man didn’t like being the center of attention most of the time.

Luckily for him, there were times when his solemn demeanor would make people think twice before trying to talk to him, and rightfully so, for every single attempt to start a conversation with him was quickly shut down with a stern gaze and a grimace that —according to the man himself— resembled a grin. His cold attitude, however, was exactly what drew you in.

The first time you met Kim Taehyung you couldn’t believe a man like him was even real. He presented himself before you at the gala that you and your family attended every year. The man was tall enough to tower over you; his dark hair was combed nicely to leave his forehead free, giving him an elegant look; his eyes, oh his eyes, those dark brown orbs who stared you down with such a fierce gaze knocked the air out of you. But what really sealed the deal was the ghost of a smile taking place on his lips. It would be a lie to say you weren’t looking at him all night, it was quite hard not to in all honesty. Hence, you realized the tall man was not fond of smiling at others, but oddly enough he was willing to show you a grin, albeit a bit feeble, but a grin nonetheless.

“This is not your type of party.” It wasn’t a question or a guess; the dark-haired man spoke with such firmness that it made you doubt just how well you knew yourself. “It’s quite obvious.”

Taehyung didn’t show any sort of emotion on the outside, but deep inside he was trying to conceal an amused smile; he knew girls like you would kill to be anywhere else than in such a boring event. Like drinking an obscene amount of cheap vodka at a cramped bar, while your friends were trying their best to move to the beat of any trendy song at the moment; the night would undoubtedly end with you hooking up with a random guy.

Oh how he missed being young and free.

However, that was exactly what you didn’t want nor needed to do. After facing such a nasty break up, the last thing you wanted to do was mess around with just any guy that comes walking straight to you. A change of scenery is what you desperately needed, and maybe, just maybe, a man like Kim Taehyung would be the perfect remedy for that.

“I’m going to show you how a real man fucks.”

The idea of fucking a man that was ten years older than you was completely preposterous, but perhaps that’s exactly why you decided to follow through and act on your impulsive thoughts. It was stupid to believe you would be able to get in between the sheets with a man like Kim Taehyung; unrealistic, too good to be true. Therefore, the consequences that you were most likely going to face in the near future didn’t feel too serious for you to decline his offer to fuck you senseless. And with a faint fuck it, you started the memory of a night that would be too difficult to forget.

Taehyung’s hands were all over your body, caressing your skin as if it was the most delicate porcelain he’s ever touched. His lips were leaving burning kisses up and down your neck, stealing gasps whenever he used his teeth to place a harsh mark on your tender flesh. The sensations were too much to bear and he had barely done anything.

“I need more.” A small plea for the pleasure you were eagerly seeking. “Don’t tease me, please.”

“I wanted to take my sweet time with you.” He mentioned, pulling away from the crook of your neck. “But how can I say no to that when you ask so nicely?”

Without further ado, Taehyung aligned his bare length with your soaked entrance, slightly teasing you by coating his tip with your juices.

“Just put it in!” You whined, trying to guide his cock into your pussy, only to receive a harsh slap on your thigh.

“You’re in no position to tell me what to do, princess.” Kim retrieved slightly, clasping your neck with one of his big hands. “That attitude might have worked with the dumb guys you’ve fucked before, but I’m not like them. If you want something you better start acting right, otherwise you’ll get nothing.” His hot breath was falling against your face due to how close he was. “Am I clear?” You nodded dumbly, but that wasn’t enough for him. “I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes, you’re very clear.”

“Now, that’s a good girl.”

Taehyung didn’t wait for you to realize what was happening, before he slowly pushed his cock right into your drenched cunt, enjoying the warm feeling.

“Shit, you’re so tight, doll.” The man noted, already entranced by the way your walls were sucking him in. “You might not be able to take it all.”

A cry escaped from your mouth in a clear protest at what he was saying. You knew your body and your limits, and as big as Taehyung was —more than what you imagined, actually—, you were sure that you were able to take all of him. There was no need for going slow or being cautious with you, in fact, it was pointless to do so with the way you were desperately trying to get him closer to you.

“I will.” You assured him. “Don’t hold back, I can take it, I swear.” With a teasing smile you continued. “Weren’t you going to show me how a real man fucks?”

Hearing his own words coming from your mouth was like an awakening moment; you could see the switch in his demeanor, how his eyes darkened and his grip grew tighter around your waist.

“You better not be lying, doll.”

In a split of a second, Taehyung pulled out of your warm walls to flip you over and make you lay on your stomach.

“Ass up.” He ordered with a serious tone.

Kim didn’t waste a second longer before he reinserted himself inside your pussy. That magical feeling of your velvety walls wrapped around his cock was one he would never forget. The way you were, in fact, taking all of him so effortlessly was driving him crazy.

“Oh my fucking god.” You moaned, due to not only the change in position but also speed.

“This what you wanted, love? Me fucking you dumb, until your legs are shaking and the only thing on your mind is my damn name.” Taehyung was an experienced man, and along with experience came the knowledge of saying the right things to rile you up.

Even more than he already has.

“Yes, fuck. I want nothing more!”

Taehyung increased the pace of his thrusts, making you feel him ridiculously deep by the way he was pounding into you.

“Shit, just like that, don’t stop.” You cried out, fisting the sheets to ground yourself.

To your surprise, the response you got to your previous sentence was nothing more than a slap to your ass cheek, making you groan and jolt in your place.

“What was that for?”

“I already told you, darling.” He panted. “You’re no one to give me orders.”

His veiny hands were holding your hips furiously, digging his fingers in your soft flesh, and you knew for sure that there were going to be some marks showing in the morning. However, you couldn’t care any less at the moment, your only concern was getting that sweet release that was slowly approaching. By the way his cock was reaching all the right places, you knew that it wouldn’t take that long to finally get it, but you needed a bit more, just a little push.

One of your own hands drifted down to messily rub your clit in a rapid motion. Moans and whines were falling from your lips, muffled by the soft pillow. You could feel it, that sweet feeling of unraveling; an electrifying sensation running through your body to let you know your orgasm was approaching. Fingers were moving with haste, urgently touching your clit.

A deep chuckle echoed through the room, and before you could even react a much bigger hand grabbed your wrist and rudely pushed it away from your folds.

“You dumb little brat,” Taehyung sneered. “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?” His hand slapped your clit a few times, stealing whines from your mouth. “It is clear for me that I need to teach you some manners.”

The tall man lowered himself enough for you to feel his hot chest covering your bare back; dangerous lips brushing the shell of your ear while his muscular arm made its way up to wrap itself loosely around your neck. “Come on, ask for it. Nicely.”

You just wanted to scream; the way he was fucking you, along with his words, was driving you crazy. Not only was it the fact that his cock was repeatedly hitting that sweet spot of yours due to the way Taehyung was still ramming into you, but also his husky voice was making wonders to you. The man as a whole was so intoxicating; corrupting your mind with his indecent behavior and lewd touching. But far from wanting to get out of his spell, you leaned into his warm chest, saying his name like a sinful prayer.

“Taehyung… I wa-want you to touch me… please.”

“Touching you is all I’ve been doing since I saw you in that tight dress, sweetheart.” He stated. “Isn’t this enough?”

His free hand was hovering over your swollen clit, which was almost crying for his fingers to run wild over it. So close yet so far from what you needed.

“No…” You sighed; arms giving up and legs starting to shake, a matter of time before you would have to desperately beg for your release.

“Tsk, so greedy.”

Taehyung wanted to prolong your suffering by running his fingers close enough to your clit, but he reckoned this encounter had been going on for longer than the time he had to spare. And so, instead of being the asshole who would laugh at your desperation, he busied his hand nested in between your thighs, rubbing circles on your clit with his skilled fingers; it was clear as day that the extra touching was making you sensitive, and he loved to have such an effect on you.

“Is this what you wanted?” He teased you, sporting a bright and mocking smile on his face that you, unfortunately, couldn’t see. “Being touched like this really turns you on, huh? You get satisfied with so little, so used to being barely taken care of to be ambitious and ask for something else than the bare minimum.”

If you weren’t sure that Kim Taehyung wasn’t like any other guy you have met before, the way he talked to you really cemented the idea. No man, or boy for that matter, has ever spoken to you in the way Taehyung did. Haughty, arrogant, conceited, those were just a few of the words you could use to describe the brown-eyed man at that precise moment. Acting so sure of himself and the pleasure he could —already did— provide you with. His words were a clear example of how full of himself Taehyung really was. Surprisingly enough, that was exactly what lured you into begging him to give you more.

An ego boost, if you will, but it would assure you a mind blowing orgasm if you kept acting like that.

“Oh fuck, I’m so close.” You moaned. “You’re fucking me so good, sir.”

That word, which was far from being foreign for the tall man, fueled the fire within his body.

You really knew how to play his game.

“Say it again.” Taehyung ordered.

“Sir…” You moaned. “Please let me cum.”

A long overdue plea. Kim acknowledged that your breaking point was near, he could tell by the way you were clenching on his cock, almost making it impossible for him to move

“Fuck.” He panted, tightening the grip on your neck, which was previously loose. “You really wan it, don’t you?”

You nodded vehemently, whining and squirming beneath his body.

“Go on then, make my cock all creamy, princess.”

It was an automatic response to his lewd words. Your body exploded in a plethora of emotions and sensations that it has never experienced before. Toes curling, legs trembling, mouth agape, with moans worthy of being the audio of a porno running free through the room. Your vision became blurry for a moment, head too heavy to keep it up; your face ended up being squished against the soft pillow, while your body tried to recover from such an intense orgasm.

Through the years, you gained a fair amount of knowledge about what your body liked when it came to sex, but the things Taehyung did and said to you opened your eyes to a new side of yourself that was unfairly hidden, due to the poor performance of your previous sexual partners. But as amazing as it was, there was a pinch of fear invading your mind and heart for the same reason. No one has been able to give you what Taehyung did, and there was a very high chance that you would never be in the same situation as you were right now; how will you survive in a world where Kim Taehyung wasn’t the man making you see stars with a single touch?

“Are you okay, princess?” His husky voice invaded your ears like a sweet melody. “Hey, look at me, pretty, come back to me… there you are.”

A ghost of a smile, a genuine one, was adorning his face, making you feel uneasy.

How can a man like him be real? Where has he been all my life?

“I hope you’re not tired yet, because we’re not done here.” His small smile turned into a full smirk.

You were worried about the days to come, when your only comfort would be replaying this night over and over again in your head, but maybe, just maybe, you didn’t need to think about that for now.

“You’re mine for the rest of the night, doll.”

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could you do more eddie brock with an ftm reader please, love your posts btw 💘

What A Drag

Pairings: Eddie Brock x FtM reader

Sumnary: You finally convinced Eddie to go to a drag show with you, he's pleasantly surprised how much he liked it.

A/n: Thank you for the support, and im glad you enjoy my posts! I honestly think Eddie would have a wonderful time at a drag show (I've been to many, they are incredible) Requests are open.

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The vibrant posters for the upcoming drag show had been plastered around the city for weeks, each one a splash of color and personality. Eddie, however, had been resolutely blind to them, his mind firmly lodged in the familiar grooves of his routine.

His boyfriend, bless his patient soul, had tried everything short of gluing the posters to Eddie's forehead. First, there were the subtle hints – leaving a flyer on the coffee table, humming along to a particularly catchy RuPaul's Drag Race song, even casually mentioning that "a certain someone" would really enjoy the show. Eddie, oblivious as a newborn calf, had dismissed them all with a distracted "Sounds fun, honey."

Then came the direct approach. "Eddie," his boyfriend had said, his voice a gentle mixture of hope and apprehension, "would you… would you maybe want to go to the drag show with me?"

Eddie had recoiled slightly, the question catching him off guard. "Oh, uh… I don't know. It's not really my scene, is it?"

His boyfriend's smile faltered. "Oh. Okay. Well, no worries. I can ask Anne if she'd like to go."

The mention of Anne, his best friend, stung. He knew she'd love it. And he knew, with a sinking feeling, that his boyfriend was probably right. He wasn't the "type." He was the guy who wore worn-out jeans and band t-shirts, the guy who preferred a quiet night in with a good book to a crowded bar. The guy who, despite dating a transgender man, still felt like an outsider in the LGBTQ+ community.

The next week was a torment. Venom, ever the instigator, was relentless. "Coward," he'd sneered, his voice a slithering whisper in Eddie's mind. "Afraid to step outside your comfort zone? Afraid to show your boyfriend you actually give a damn about him?"

Venom's words, though harsh, struck a chord. He did care about his boyfriend. He wanted to make him happy. And deep down, a tiny voice admitted, the idea of experiencing something new, something different, was… intriguing.

Finally, on the night of the show, Eddie found himself standing awkwardly in the doorway of the bar, a small roll of dollar bills clutched in his hand. The air inside was thick with the scent of perfume, sweat, and something deliciously spicy. Music pulsed through the room, a vibrant tapestry of pop anthems and house beats. Colorful lights danced across the faces of the crowd, a kaleidoscope of smiles and laughter.

Eddie felt a surge of anxiety. He didn't belong here. He was a fish out of water, a ghost haunting a party he wasn't invited to. But then, his boyfriend's hand slipped into his, warm and reassuring. "Come on," he whispered, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Let's find a spot."

The stage lights flickered, casting an ethereal glow on the expectant crowd. Eddie, initially perched stiffly on the edge of his seat, felt a thrill course through him as the music swelled. The stage, a blank canvas moments before, erupted in a kaleidoscope of colors. Feathers, sequins, and glitter exploded in a dazzling display as the first drag queen strutted onto the stage.

She lip-synced with a ferocious energy that electrified the room, her every move a masterpiece of camp and confidence. The crowd roared, a symphony of cheers and whistles, showering the stage with dollar bills that rained down like confetti. Eddie, initially hesitant, found himself grinning. He laughed at the witty banter, whooped along with the crowd, and even found himself tapping his foot to the rhythm of the music.

His boyfriend, eyes alight with joy, leaned over and whispered, "Isn't this amazing?" He tipped the queens generously, even joining them for a brief, enthusiastic dance, his movements surprisingly graceful.

Eddie watched, mesmerized. The next performer, a towering figure in a shimmering gold gown, commanded the stage with a regal presence. Her voice, amplified and distorted, soared through the air, sending shivers down Eddie's spine. He felt a sense of wonder, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time.

A few of the more comedic queens singled him out, their playful teasing leaving him blushing. "Well, hello there, handsome," one of them purred, winking at him. "Didn't expect to see you here, did we?"

Eddie, surprised by his own response, found himself laughing along. "You know," he admitted to his boyfriend, "I think I might be having fun." Maybe he wasn't so out of place after all. The vibrant energy of the show, the infectious joy of the performers, and the sheer audacity of it all were slowly chipping away at his inhibitions. He was starting to understand why his boyfriend loved this place so much.

As the night drew to a close, Eddie felt a sense of exhilaration he hadn't experienced in years. He had stepped outside his comfort zone, embraced the unfamiliar, and discovered a new side of himself.

"When's the next show coming into town?" he asked his boyfriend, his voice soft with a newfound appreciation.

His boyfriend grinned, pulling him into a warm embrace. "Knew you'd like it."

Eddie, leaning into the kiss, knew he did. He knew he did.

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Good Luck! Babe

Through memories of your shared past and the choices that drove you apart, Jotaro wrestles with the reality of what he lost.

In honor, good luck babe being my number one song in my spotify wrapped (btw how's your spotify wrapped guys)

Jotaro Kujo x Reader

It was the dead of night, the kind where the world felt impossibly still. Jotaro Kujo shifted restlessly under the covers, the weight of unspoken thoughts anchoring him in place. He turned from one side to the other, brow furrowing as the pale moonlight seeped through the curtains. Eventually, he gave in to the restless pull, slipping out of bed with a grace that belied his towering frame.

Out on the balcony, the night air was sharp against his skin, the distant sounds of waves crashing faintly against the shore. He lit a cigarette, the flicker of the lighter illuminating his features for a brief moment. His eyes caught the glint of his wedding ring, a faint frown tugging at his lips. "Even with time on my side, I can't stop the feeling," he muttered under his breath.

The box was where he'd left it, tucked away in his study, untouched for years. He opened it carefully, his movements almost reverent, as if disturbing it too quickly would unleash memories too vivid to bear. Photographs, trinkets, and old letters spilled out, a chaotic time capsule of his youth. His hand paused over a photo, the edges worn from handling. The sight of you, smiling beside him, sent him spiraling down memory lane.

Flashback

You had been a constant in his life, back in the playground when you first met him when no one else dared approach the brooding boy with the sharp gaze and sharper tongue. But you did. You'd plop down beside him, your unshakable cheer dissolving the walls he built.

As the both of you reach high school, "You can say that we are nothing," he'd grumble in annoyance, brushing off the teasing remarks from his classmates who swore you two were a thing. But deep down, Jotaro knew the truth.

In Egypt, things changed. What started as a journey to save his mother took on a different weight when you joined the team. Watching you leap headfirst into danger, driven by your own sense of justice, terrified him. The day you scraped your knee during a battle, he lost it. His fists clenched with a fury that sent his Stand charging forward, obliterating the enemy Stand user with a vengeance that startled even Joseph.

"We're just friends," he insisted to the others, but the way his hands shook when he bandaged your wound told a different story.

Then came the final battle. The sight of you lying on the ground, blood pooling beneath you, nearly stopped his heart. You barely survived, pushing through with sheer stubbornness, but it was then Jotaro knew. He had always loved you. And that was the problem.

After everything, he distanced himself, convinced that his presence only brought you danger. College was his excuse to put a continent between you. You reached out, of course through calls, letters, and even showing up unexpectedly, but he just turned away it every time.

When he married someone else years later, it was out of desperation to escape the ghost of what you two had been. But even then, he couldn't stop the memories.

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Back in the Present

The photo slipped from his fingers, landing softly among the other relics of his past. The cigarette burned low in his hand as he sighed, staring out into the dark horizon. He thought of you, wherever you were now, and the bittersweet ache he couldn't shake.

"You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling," he murmured, a hollow chuckle escaping his lips. Not even Star Platinum could stop his feelings on you from his heart.

And maybe that was the cruelest irony of all. He'd built walls, married someone else, and tried to move on. But no matter how many girls he kissed in bars, no matter how many shots he took to drown the feeling, he can never outrun it.

"Good luck, babe," he whispered to the night. "Well, good luck."

The cigarette burned to its end, the ash falling unceremoniously as Jotaro crushed it out against the balcony railing. He lingered, staring into the darkness as if the night might answer the questions gnawing at him. Did I make the right choice? He glanced at his wedding ring again, the cool metal feeling heavier than it ever had.

But the truth? No matter how far he ran, the memories stayed, as another memory flashes in his mind.

You weren't just a chapter in his story, you were the whole damned book. From those childhood afternoons spent on his bedroom floor, piecing together puzzles or fighting over which cassette to play, to the late nights in Egypt where exhaustion blurred into comfortable silence. You were always there.

And you were always too much. Too bright, too stubborn, too willing to throw yourself into danger for people you loved. Like him.

The final fight against Dio had cemented everything. You'd been hit hard, blood pouring from a wound too close to your heart. Jotaro's entire world had tunneled to that moment, his mind screamed at him to stop time, to fix it, to change fate. But not even his stand could undo what had already been done.

"Don't cry, Jojo," you had whispered through labored breaths, the edges of a smile still clinging to your lips. "I'll be fine. Just... stop looking so damn serious all the time."

You survived, barely. But the scar left behind wasn't just on your body.

The sound of soft footsteps behind him pulled him from his thoughts. His wife stood in the doorway, her sleepy eyes narrowing as she took in his hunched posture.

"You're thinking about her again," she said, not as an accusation, but as a quiet fact.

He didn't deny it. He couldn't.

"You're a fool, Jotaro," she added, arms crossing as she leaned against the doorframe. "You've spent your whole life running from something you'll never escape."

He turned to face her, his expression unreadable as always. "It's not that simple."

She tilted her head, a small, sad smile playing on her lips. It is. You're just too stubborn to admit it.

Meanwhile...

Across the city, you sat at a bar, a glass of something strong in your hand. The years had been kind and unkind in equal measure. You'd moved on—or at least, you'd tried. A few relationships, a few heartbreaks, and still, the ache of Jotaro lingered like a phantom limb.

The bartender passed by, raising an eyebrow at the far-off look in your eyes. Another round?

You shook your head, laughing softly to yourself. No, I think I'm done chasing ghosts for the night.

Still, the memories surfaced, unbidden. His smirk. The way his eyes softened when he thought no one was looking. The way he held you after that fight, whispering apologies that didn't make sense until years later.

"You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling," you muttered to yourself, swirling the last of your drink. It was true, wasn't it? Even after all this time.

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Back on the balcony, Jotaro stared at the horizon, the first light of dawn breaking over the ocean. He knew he couldn't turn back time, couldn't rewrite the choices he'd made. But a part of him wondered if it wasn't too late to rewrite the future.

For once, he didn't crush the thought before it could take root. Instead, he let it linger, like a spark waiting to catch fire.

Morioh, Years Later

Years passed, and the tides of Jotaro's life shifted. His marriage unraveled slowly but steadily, the cracks growing too wide to repair. Perhaps it had always been doomed a relationship built on avoidance rather than love. By the time the divorce was finalized, Jotaro felt more relief than regret. His ex-wife had been right all along. He was a fool, chasing something he could never have, even as he tried to deny it.

Now in Morioh, with his daughter Jolyne by his side, life felt strangely quiet. He had come here to investigate a series of Stand-related incidents, but it also gave him a chance to bond with his daughter. 

The morning sun filtered through the streets of Morioh, painting the quiet town in golden light. Jotaro walked with Jolyne, who was six now, her tiny hand clutching his. She chattered excitedly about a butterfly she had seen, her words tumbling over each other in the way only children could manage. He nodded absently, his mind somewhere far away.

Daddy, are you listening? Jolyne tugged on his hand, her face scrunched up in a pout.

Yeah, he said, forcing a small smile. "Butterflies. Sounds exciting."

She rolled her eyes, a dramatic gesture she'd clearly inherited from him. You're so boring.

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One sunny afternoon, Jotaro walked through the bustling streets of Morioh with Jolyne trailing behind him. He adjusted his hat, scanning the crowd out of habit. Then, his breath caught in his chest.

There you were.

At first, he thought he was imagining it. You were standing across the street, radiant as ever, laughing at something. The sound of your laughter carried over the chatter of the crowd, and for a moment, everything else faded away.

But then he saw them.

A child, that's the same age with Jolyne, tugged at your hand, pointing excitedly at a bakery window. You crouched down, smiling warmly at the little boy as you ruffled his hair. And next to you, a man placed a protective hand on your back, a subtle intimate gesture that spoke volumes.

Jotaro froze, the weight of the moment crashing over him like a wave.

He couldn't move, couldn't breathe. The world felt like it had stopped, but not even Star Platinum could save him from the crushing reality of what he was seeing.

"Daddy?" Jolyne's voice snapped him out of his trance.

He turned away, pulling his hat lower to hide his face. "Let's keep moving."

But Jolyne didn't budge. "What's up with you? You've been weird all day."

"It's nothing," he said firmly, but the crack in his composure didn't escape her notice.

That night Jotaro let Jolyne stay at his grandfather's hotel room for a while saying something he needs to finish his thesis, But in reality he sat alone in his hotel room, staring at a glass of untouched whiskey on the table. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about you, about the life you'd built without him.

"You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling," he whispered bitterly to himself, his own words mocking him now.

He thought about the box of memories he'd once kept, now long gone, discarded in a futile attempt to move on. But the memories weren't tied to objects. They lived in his mind, in his heart, and they resurfaced whenever he least expected.

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The next morning, as he walked through Morioh again, fate played its cruel hand. You were there, this time just steps away. You looked up, and your eyes met his.

For a moment, the world did stop.

"Jotaro," you said, your voice soft and disbelieving.

He nodded once, his expression unreadable. "It's been a while."

You hesitated, glancing at the child beside you. "It has."

A man appeared standing next to you, holding a cup of coffee and handing it to you. He looked at Jotaro curiously but didn't ask questions.

Jotaro forced himself to remain composed. "You look... happy."

"I am," you replied, your voice steady but tinged with something unspoken. "I have a good life."

He nodded again, a faint, almost imperceptible smile on his lips. "That's good."

You opened your mouth to say something else, but he stepped back, tipping his hat in that familiar, stoic way.

"Take care of yourself," he said before turning and walking away.

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The defeat of Yoshikage Kira brought a strange stillness to Morioh. The relentless tension of hunting a killer, the battles against Stand users, and the constant fear of losing more innocent lives had all ended. But with the quiet came the inevitable, it was time to leave.

The boat rocked gently against the current, the distant hum of Morioh fading into the horizon as Jotaro stood at the stern, arms crossed and hat pulled low over his face. The salty sea breeze ruffled his coat, but it couldn't cut through the heavy weight in his chest.

Beside him, Joseph sat quietly, the older man leaning against the railing with a faraway look in his eyes. He seemed tired, more than usual. Perhaps it was the culmination of their mission or simply the passage of years catching up with him. Jolyne, meanwhile, sat near the bow of the boat, her legs dangling over the edge as she stared out at the endless expanse of water.

"Are you going to say something, or are we just going to sit in silence?" Joseph finally asked, his voice breaking the stillness.

Jotaro didn't respond immediately. He watched the waves instead, his reflection rippling on the surface. "What's there to say?"

Joseph sighed, adjusting his hat. "You saw her, didn't you? In Morioh."

Jotaro's jaw tightened. He didn't ask how Joseph knew,his grandfather always had a way of reading him too well.

"Yeah," Jotaro said finally, his voice low. "I saw her."

Joseph gave a small nod, his gaze softening. "And?"

"And she's happy." The words tasted bitter on Jotaro's tongue, but they were the truth. He let them hang in the air, heavy and final.

Joseph studied him for a moment, his old eyes filled with understanding. "You know, Jotaro, some things... they're just not meant to be. Doesn't make it easier, though."

Jotaro let out a dry chuckle, devoid of humor. "No, it doesn't."

Jolyne turned her head slightly, catching fragments of the conversation but pretending not to listen. She didn't know the details, but she could tell whatever they were talking about weighed on her father in a way nothing else did. She hadn't seen him like this, not even during the darkest moments in Morioh.

She looked back at the water, her heart heavy with questions she didn't know how to ask.

Seeing you again had cracked something deep inside him. He hadn't let himself feel it fully in the moment, but now, the weight of it bore down on him. The image of you with your husband, your child, your life—a life he could never be part of, played over and over in his mind.

He clenched his fists, the tension in his hands mirroring the ache in his chest. He thought of all the moments that led him to this. The late nights in his childhood home, where you two whispered about dreams too big for kids to understand. The times in Egypt, when he swore to himself he'd keep you safe no matter what it took. The way you smiled through every scrape, every scar, every moment of heartbreak.

And then he thought of how he'd walked away.

It was during your final year of college. You had waited for him outside his lecture hall, rain pouring down in sheets, soaking through your clothes. But you didn't leave. Not until he finally stepped out, his usual stoic mask in place.

"Why are you doing this?" you had asked, voice breaking. "Why are you pushing me away?"

He couldn't look at you. "Because it's better this way."

"Better for who, Jotaro? You think I don't know what you're doing? You're not protecting me—you're running."

The silence that followed was louder than any argument. Finally, you had stepped back, wiping the rain and tears from your face.

"Good luck, Kujo," you had said, your voice trembling. "I hope you find whatever it is you're looking for."

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The sound of seagulls chirping in the ocean air, snapping Jotaro back to the present. He stared down at his hands, calloused and steady, hands that had protected so many but failed the one person who had mattered most.

He could still see your face in Morioh, the way you'd smiled at your child, the warmth in your eyes as your husband's hand brushed yours. That life should have been his. He should have been the one standing beside you, the one holding your hand, the one building a family with you.

But it wasn't. And it never could be.

Jotaro tipped his hat low, shielding his face from Jolyne, who still glanced at him curiously from time to time. She didn't say anything, though. She never asked about the moments he seemed lost in thought, about the weight he carried like an anchor dragging him under.

Through his eyes, the scenery blurred past, but all Jotaro saw was you.

And as much as he wanted to stop the world, to freeze time and rewrite everything he knew it wouldn't change a thing.

As the boat carried them farther from Morioh—and from you—Jotaro stared at the horizon, the sun dipping lower as if to pull the day away with it. The world felt quieter, lonelier, despite the presence of his family nearby.

His grip on the railing tightened, his knuckles white against the metal. The image of you, your smile, and the life you'd built without him flashed in his mind one last time.

With a voice low enough that only the sea could hear, he muttered, "You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling."

And no power, not even The World could change that.

[syd-vixious]

“I Need a Big Boy!!”

(Picture credit to @akavendeta on twitter)

Pairing: König x gn!reader; “Simon “Ghost” Riley x gn!reader; König x gn!reader x Simon “Ghost” Riley

Warnings: Groping, language, strong men being strong (not proofread)

2nd Person POV

A/N: Hey everyone! I’m so, SO sorry that this took so long. I’ve been having a lot of stuff going on and haven’t gotten the chance to finish this. Sorry if this sucks too. Also I was thinking about instead of doing just the biggest, sweetest boy, I figure I’d add the other big boy. This is definitely gonna be cringe but whatever, I need to get this out of my brain. My apologies if there’s any spelling mistakes, it’s been a minute since I’ve written anything lol. Also this is going based off of my personal headcannons for these guys, which I do plan on posting in the future. For now just a heads up König is Pansexual and goes by he/him pronouns. Simon is Bi and goes by both he/him and they/them pronouns. Obviously they’re in a poly! relationship with the reader. I’m going to try my best with making it gender neutral and not have it just be non-binary!afab!reader, which is fine on my end but I’m trying to be as inclusive as possible.

Anyway, enough of my ranting, I hope you enjoy!

(Btw italicized words is anyone thinking unless it’s in quotations.)

It’s been about two weeks since your partners have come home from deployment. Simon was out running errands for the house while König was getting the kitchen set up for dinner. Thankful for both of them letting you relax on your day off, you were watching the most recent episode of SNL that you missed last weekend on the sofa in the main living area. The episode had Keke Palmer as the host and SZA as the musical guest. After watching the episode for about 20 minutes, SZA and the other actors that were a part of the SNL crew began singing a song about wanting a “big boy,” or “big girl,” for the holidays. A brilliant idea popped up in your mind while you were reaching for your phone during the commercial break.

If I recall my bluetooth speaker should still be in the kitchen from this morning. Hm, let me check.

You went to the settings on your phone to see of the speaker was on to connect, even though it was on the charger.

It was.

You smirked, hitting the button to connect your phone to the speaker. König was still preparing everything when he heard the noise from the device. 

“Schatz?”

Shit... “Yeah..?”

“Were you connecting to the speaker?”

You quickly turned down the volume on your phone in case it accidentally played anything. “Uh no, why?”

“It just made an odd.. boodoop noise? I guess you could call it...? I’m not really sure.”

You smiled softly at the curiosity in his voice, even though he couldn’t see your face from the other room, “It just makes that noise sometimes when it’s charging, babe.”

He shrugged and continued prepping any veggies that he wanted to add to dinner.

You sighed in relief and quickly pulled up Youtube on your phone and found the video within typing the artist’s name in the search bar. You turned your volume back up and began playing the song. 

He jumped from the sudden song playing on the device, startled by the heavy beat it was erupting. 

“Uhh... Schatz...?” He asked as he heard voices and heavy bass coming from the speaker.

You walked into the kitchen on the beat of the song singing out loud, “It’s cuffing season and now we got a reason,

To get a big boy,

I need a big boy,

Gimme a big boy!~”

You slowly made your way towards him while pointing at him whenever you lip-synced “big boy.”

Meanwhile König froze and looked at you with wide eyes. You could begin to see red spread across his face as he started to get flustered. “(Y-y/n)... w-what’s happening...?”

You smirked and continued “singing” the song,

“It’s cuffing season and all the girls are leaving to get a big boy, I need a big boy, gimme a big boy.~”

You couldn’t really remember the rest of the lyrics but kept on dancing as you made your way to him on the other side of the kitchen. He was flustered and began stammering, “W-What’s all this about..?”

You pulled a cheshire cat grin and simply hugged him, resting your head on his torso with your arms around his slutty waist. “Just singin’ about one of my big boys is all,” you slowly slid your hands down to grab his ass, causing him to yelp and jump slightly in your arms. 

You could hear his heartbeat racing, it began pumping even faster when you two heard the front door open, signaling Simon was home. “Ohhh Siiii.~” You sang from the kitchen. 

He heard you call and walked into the kitchen, not really paying any mind to the music, until you pointed it out...

“It’s cuffing season and everyone is leaving to get a big boy, I need a big boy, give me a big boy.~”

Needless to say he was confused, “how and where did they find a song like this?” he thought to himself as you sauntered over to him, once again wrapping your hands around his waist and slowly moving them down. He glanced up at König for some sort of answer, but the gentle giant only shrugged, red still tinting his cheeks.

“Love, have you been drinking? Are you horny? If so, it’ll have to wait because we haven’t even had dinner yet.” He asked, pulling off his face mask from running to the store earlier. 

You sighed and smirked a little, pinching one of Simon’s cheeks, “No, it’s just a song that I heard on a show and it reminded me of you guys.”

He quickly snatched your hands off his ass, “Oi!”

He quickly picked you up and placed you on an empty part of the island countertop. He leaned over to your ear, “Love, you better watch it, or you’re just gonna have to watch us eat dessert tonight...”

[soggyriceee]

omgomg this is my first time requesting smth lmao i hope it isn’t too obvious but i was wondering if we could have the safeword fic you did for konig and price, for ghost too? btw ur work is amazing💗💗

strawberry | Simon Riley

summary: what le request says

warning: slight ass play, spanking, orgasm denial then overstimulation, degrading, slight praise, forced breeding, angry sex, rough to gentle Simon

thank you anon for your request and for enjoying my work! I had a lot of fun writing this for you so I hope you enjoy~

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“ can you just stop and fucking listen?!” Simon yelled, slamming the door behind you both as you entered the apartment. “ i’m listening Simon i’ve been listening.” you hiss at him, turning angrily to meet his equally angry face. it was a petty argument. and you initiated it. why? you were jealous. and angry. but also, a bit horny?

and of course you put on a tight black dress, your whole back exposed to show the top of your tramp stamp. your shoes were no better, black sting heels. and Simon was everything but happy about that of course. so he did one better. “ why is your shirt basically not buttoned?” you snapped at him, watching as he tied his black leather boots. his shirt was a silk black one, maybe two or three buttons up, exposing the top half of his abs. his pants were a nice pair of plain black dress pants, nothing special.“ problem love?” he asked gently, tilting his head up to look at you. you watched as he blindly tied his shoes, your tongue poking the inside of your cheek.

and the club was no better. immediately girls crowded him at the bar as he got you both refills. and even though he’d push them off, you still decided to get some sort of payback. from a one sided competition.

you made your way to the dance floor, hot pink LED lights and smoke covering the floor. other than that it was dark, occasional flashing white lights illuminating the room. the smell of alcohol filled your nose as your slid past people, humming to the song. you made sure not to move too far from your table, making sure to remain in sight of Simon. and he didn’t take long to find you, his jaw clenching as you looked him in his eyes, a smirk on your lips.

it also didn’t take long for a man to come behind you, slipping his hand around your waist. at first you jumped, the feeling of an unfamiliar and honestly skimpy arm compared to Simons throwing you off guard. but seeing how his face twisted into anger almost immediately motivated you to dance on this guy, get a reaction out of Simon. it was only fair , look how many girls he had crawling on him?

this did not end well for either one of you honestly. Simon did one better by inviting a girl to sit at the table. in YOUR seat. and so you decided to crank it up and dance your way over to a table close to Simon, happily sitting on a man’s lap at the table to chose. he was handsome, tall. black wolf cut hair with a nice tames bearer, brown eyes and plump lips. you were shocked there wasn’t a girl coming full speed at you.

this took Simon to his breaking point, slamming the cup onto the table and walking over. you couldn’t even properly flirt with the man before you were yanked off him, dragged behind Simon with his hand gripping your wrist tightly.

he shoved you in the car quickly, your head hitting against the seat. but he didn’t even care. the second he got in the car, the arguing started. ruthless words coming from both sides, your finger jamming into his arm, his hand slapping it away. you both never really argued like this before, and you had a feeling it was because you were both so fucking horny for each other. he had been gone on a mission, just returned two days ago. but neither of you have had the time to properly have sex. only quickies in the morning since you had work. and you were beyond drained by the time you got home, leaving Simon to fuck up into his hand as you laid on his chest.

and so, this arguing led to a final breaking point. a breaking point that happened to come quicker than expected. “ you aren’t listening. your going on your own fucking narrative like always! you saw me push those girls away.” he yelled, slamming the keys on the dining table, watching as you made your way to your shared room. “ stop fucking walking away from me!” he yelled, walking over to you.

just as you made it in the room, you began to close the door. but he was ten toes behind you, his hand already pressed flat against the door. “ i have no intention in-“ he pushed you further inside, slamming the door closed. “ i don’t care what the fuck you want.” he said, locking the door behind him. you swallowed, watching as he made his way over to you. “ can you back up” you said, holding your hand out onto his chest. but he kept moving, flicking your hand away like it was a moth.

your knees his the bed frame and you fell backwards, a gasp coming from you. Simon stood tall above you, looking down at your now quiet figure. he kicked your legs apart, shifting his body to fit between them. “ see where talking too much gets you love?” he said softly, his hand finding your thigh. you looked down, looking at how his veiny hand gripped your thigh, his thumb rubbing small circles on the inner part. you looked back up to meet his eyes, a smirk spread on his lips.

“ j-just stop being fucking annoying.” yoh muttered, scooting back. but his grip was strong on your thigh. he pulled you back to place, your dress shifting up your body as he did. your white thong peaked out, a chuckle coming from him. “what a slut.” he mumbled. and as much as you wanted to talk back, you didn’t. in fact, you clenched when he called you that derogatory name.

he hummed softly, his hand sliding up your inner thigh. his fingers grazed over your clothed cunt, a smile spreading onto his lips when he felt the wet spot. “you weren’t really angry were you lovie?” he whispered, his index finger pressing gently on your clit. you whimpered at the pressure, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth. “answer me, i asked a question.” he said, removing his finger. “n-no.” you quickly said, maybe a bit too quick. he chuckled, shaking his head. “ so desperate.”

his finger rubbed small circles onto your clit, watching your hips buck into the air. " just needed to be fucked huh?" he whispered, licking his lips. you nodded your head, an embarrassed red blush coming onto your cheeks. he chuckled, shaking his head slowly. his fingers picked up in speed, a whimper leaving your lips. your eyes closed, head pressing onto the mattress. but that pleasure was taken away in a matter of seconds.

your head lifted, looking up to him with pleading eyes. "think you deserve to cum? silly girl" he sighed, giving you a small pout. he hooked his finger into your underwear, pulling them down. he moaned quietly as he watched your slick cover your pussy lips, his tongue wetting his lips again. "thats what I like to see" he whispered, tracing his fingers down your cunt to your hole, collecting the slick.

you gasped softly, watching him from below. one of his rough fingers slid in slowly, sliding out just as slow. your pussy squelched around him, a small whimper escaping your lips. he was quick to add a second finger, his fingers picking up in pace. " look at this pussy.. so fucking tight and wet for me huh?" he cooed, tilting his head slightly. his other hand moved up and under your dress, moving up to your breast. your dress was completely up your body at this point, your body on full display for him.

" look at you, so pathetic and helpless under me huh." he whispered, rolling your nipple through his fingers. you whimpered, your legs bending to lift your hips up. he bent down, pressing a kiss onto your neck, his fingers hitting deeper into you. " w-wanna cum.. please" you whined, gripping onto his shirt. he let out a breathy chuckle, his fingers slowing down as he felt your cunt pulse around his fingers. " stop being a whiney bitch" he growled, sliding his fingers out.

you whimpered at his loss of touch, gripping onto his shirt harder to try and get him to stay. but he flicked your hand away, standing straight. " turn around, ass up." he said, pulling his belt off his body. and you did just that.

your quickly turned around, almost embarrassing how fast you moved. but you couldn't wait, you needed him inside you. you needed him pounding into your cunt, making you cum over his dick. you wanted him to be rough with you. no. you needed him to be rough with you.

his hands suddenly gripped your hips, his fingers stabbing into your side. one hand pressed on the lower of your back, pushing you further onto the bed. it hurt slightly, but you were too blinded by the soon coming pleasure you didn't care. " think you deserve to get fucked? dancing on other men, sitting on their laps. think a whore like you deserves my dick?" he growled, slapping his dick onto your pussy. you moved your ass back, trying to feel him length slide between your folds. " please I'm sorry sir, please I need it" you whined, turning your head to look back at him.

he grunted, his hand that was once on your back sliding back to your waist, his other hand remaining at the case of his dick. " show me. show me how sorry you are." he said, sliding his tip alone into your cunt. you both sighed softly, his jaw clenching. you slid back onto his dick, your mouth falling open as his length stretched you out. "fuck" he groaned, his eyes fluttering close.

you took a moment to collect yourself, feeling him pulse inside you. " come on then, fucking bounce that ass against me" he growled, his hand slapping down onto your ass. your gasped, your bottom lip tugging between your teeth. slowly, you moved off his dick, slamming back against his hips. his hand again slapped against your ass, a painfully good sting. " just like that baby, come on. fuck yourself on me." he groaned, watching your figure move back and forth on him.

your head fell back, trying to get him to pull at your hair. when he noticed your pathetic attempt to get what you wanted, he laughed down at you. " want me to pull your hair?" he asked, his hand gripping the flesh of you ass. you nodded, swallowing your whimpers. " well use your fucking words." he growled, digging his nails deeper into your skin. you cried out, your fingers wrapping around the sheets. " p-please sir pull my h..hair." you cried out, moving your hips faster.

he grinned, patting your ass gently. " good girl " he cooed before digging his fingers into your hair, pulling it back. you gasped, your back arching so far back your lips and his were close. " wasn't so hard was it?" he asked, smirking down at you.

your hips continued to move back against him until you began to lose your momentum, your movements slowing down. " getting tired already?" he asked, his free hand sliding from your ass to your hip. you whimpered, looking into his eyes with pleading ones. " n-need you to fuck me.. please" you whimpered, your hips stopping. he smiled down at you, letting your hair go to instead wrap his hand around the side of your neck.

instead of giving you a verbal response, he slid his hips out of your cunt and thrusting back in forcefully, keeping his eyes on yours the entire time. your mouth fell open, your eyes hooding. " keep your eyes on me, wanna watch your face while I fuck this pussy." he growled, his other arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you more into him. his dick rubbed right against your gummy walls, his tip jamming against your cervix with each thrust.

" f-feels so good sir" you whined, feeling your orgasm building up again in your stomach. he grunted, moving his hips rougher, but remaining the same pace. " I bet it does, look at you. so fucking pretty taking this dick." he whispered, a moan slipping past him after. your eyes crossed as his dick hit against your g spot, your pussy pulsing around him. " c-can I cum sir.. please." you begged, looking up at him. " so fucking desperate you are. go on then, cum for me." he replied, gripping your throat tighter.

you finally let your orgasm take over you, your eyes tearing up from the release, your moth falling ajar. your body quivered in his grip, a small smile on his face. " there you go just like that baby.. coating my dick." he whispered, looking down as he slid out, watching your cum coat over his dick. a ring of white was around his base, earning a moan from him.

his hips picked up in pace again, his thrusts fast and deep now. your pussy was still getting over your orgasm, your body shaking in his grasp still. " f-fuck slow down.. please sir." you cried out, gripping not his arm that remained around your waist. but he continued his abuse on your pussy, his tip slamming against your cervix. " oh but you wanted to cum baby.. im just giving you what you begged for." he cooed, his hand on your throat now sliding up to your mouth, puling your jaw down.

drool was quickly to pool in your mouth, sliding down his fingers and hand. he groaned at that feeling, his hips moving faster. " using other men just to get my attention. just to get fucked. couldn't use your words." he growled, his other hand pushing you onto the bed. his hand that was on your mouth moved to your ass, his other hand moving to your opposite cheek. " even now, cant use your fucking words. so go ahead baby, keep not using your words. gonna use you like my personal fuck toy, and your gonna fucking let me." he growled, his knee rising to the bed, allowing him to his your insides deeper, faster.

your head pressed onto the mattress, your hands on either side of your head. your second orgasm was approaching quickly, your back aching from the position. but your discomfort became even more enhanced when you felt his thumb press against your asshole, a yelp coming from you. " s-simon I c-" "what did I say? didn't wanna use your words so stay fucking silent now." he growled, moving his hips faster.

you cried out when his thumb pressed into your ass, a new and uncomfortable feeling for you. but Simon loved it. " fuck love.. feels so good. love using your pussy like this." he moaned, his thrusts become more sloppy. he was close and you were finally going to be able to breathe. or so you thought.

his thumb remained where it was, inching more into your hole with each thrust he gave you. tears poured from your eyes, your makeup completely painting your bed sheets. but that was the least of Simons worried right now. his free hand came around the back of your head, pushing it into the mattress. " shut up, dont wanna hear any of those pathetic moans of yours." he growled, his body pressing over yours.

you cried into the mattress before finally feeling his cum shoot into you, a strained moan coming from Simon above you. " fuck yes.. fuck" he groaned, his hand gripping the back of your head as his hips gave you small quick thrusts.

and you thought he was done, but you were wrong. completely wrong. once he came over his high, he turned your head to the side, allowing you to breath. you were gasping, tears running down your face. he took his thumb out of your hole, sighing as his hands gripped the flesh of your ass once more. " think im done, don't you." he mumbled before sliding out of your cunt.

your cum and his poured out of you, dripping onto the mattress. " look at that baby.. look at the mess we made.. " he said softly, reaching over to slide a finger from your clit to your hole, collecting the wetness that your cunt gave him. your body jerked forward, a small gasp leaving your plump lips. " lets make a bigger mess. " he whispered before flipping you onto your back.

his hands were quick to grip either of your thighs, pulling them apart in butterfly position. your dress still pooled at your boobs, which he didn't mind in this case. his hands rubbed up and down your inner thighs, looking down at your drenched pussy. " so wet, just for me huh? just for my dick." he asked, moving his hips to place his semi hard dick right on top of your pussy. you were about to speak but he shook his head, saying " no words. remember?" so all you gave him was a slow nod, looking up into his eyes.

he smiled before looking back down to your sexs' moving his dick side to side against your folds. without warning, he pushed himself fully inside you, a quiet whimper leaving him. he wasted little time in sitting inside your pussy, wanting to hear your wetness squelch around him. " listen to that pussy lovie.. fuck your so wet." he growled, his hands gripping your thighs.

your head pressed back into the mattress, his thrusts gradually picking up in speed. it was hard to keep yourself from saying any words, especially when he was fucking you as well as he was. but that pleasure soon turned into pain when he raised on of your legs up, keeping the other one in that butterfly position. his tip was hitting your womb directly, emitting painful cried from you. but he loved it. "aww, is it too much for you baby?" he cooed, his hand coming down to cup your face for what you thought would be genuine care and sadness.

but he slid two fingers inside your mouth, hooking around your bottom teeth to pull your jaw down. " see if I fucking care" his thrusts grew in force as well, your moans no longer soft and quiet ones. each thrust he gave you produced a moan from you, your eyes squeezing shut as you endured the pain.

what didn't make it better, was the bulge that Simon began to notice. and when he saw it, he didn't slow down or change the force of his thrusts at all. " look at that.. can barely handle my cock can you? so fucking s-small beneath me" he moaned, watching the drool from your mouth drip down his wrist. your eyes opened, looking up into his fiery ones. you knew he wasn't stopping any time soon, and it was now your mistake of edging him to go this far with you. you began to regret it quickly.

your pussy again began to pulse around his dick, your whimpers growing in pitch. " close again huh? come on then, cum for me." he said, watching that tiny bulge pop up from your tummy. your back arched up and off the bed, your second orgasm washing over you. your legs shook in his grasp, your eyes producing more tears.

and all he did was smile down at you, watching your body tremble from his dick. he loved it, loved to be the one to give your body such a violent reaction. " thats it baby take this dick, show me how badly you wanted it." he moaned, raising his knee to rest on the bed once again.

this wasn't fun nor pleasurable anymore. your pussy was crying out for help as he rammed his dick inside of you, working towards making you finish again. his dick slid in and out with eat, your pussy and his hips making sinful noises when they connected. your cum, his cum and your own wetness covered your inner thighs and his own pelvis, adding to his own pleasure.

his head had fallen back, his moans growing in pitch and frequency. he was close again but wasn't going to allow himself to cum. " come on lovie, cum for me again. s'what you wanted right? to cum." he groaned, head falling back to look down at you. you still couldn't respond if you wanted to because of his fingers still hooked to your jar, adding to the overall uncomfortable feeling you were going through.

tears of pain began to take over the ones that were once pleasurable, your walls and cervix not able to take more of a beating. your body was tired, you were tired. but you couldn't do anything to fight back. you had tried to push him off, but that only resulted in him slapping you, gripping your face straight afterwards and telling you to "take what I give you." in most cases that would be hot, maybe even make you clench around him. but this time it emitted true fear out of you.

his fingers slipped out of your mouth to go down to your clit, causing a painful cry to leave your lips. you tried to pull your knees together, but the position made that everything but easy. " come on you can take more, it's what you wanted remember?" he cooed, watching as your cunt coated his own body. and yes you did want it at first, but not anymore.

“s-simon i cant.. i c-cant-“ his other hand gripped your cheeks, swelling your mouth shut. “i don’t care lovie. this is what you fucking get” he groaned, his eyes watching as strings of cum connected his dick back to your pussy. you were full on crying beneath him, another orgasm making it’s way through your body.

you shook beneath him, his mouth agape as he watched your pussy pulse around him, your cum seeping out. it didn’t take much for him to cum inside you again from that sight alone, his grip on your cheeks tightening. his fingers released your clit and instead made their way to your nipples.

his hips slowed down, but the force of his thrusts didn’t. your body was shutting down and you physically couldn’t take anymore. with his hand still grasping your cheeks, you began yo say “stra-“ but his hand clasped over your mouth, grunting. “ didnt i fucking say shut up.” he growled, his eyes locking onto yours. he hadn’t processed what you were trying to say, he was beyond pussy drunk at this point, he could pull himself out of you.

your body violently shook beneath him, your eyes red and stinging with tears. you both were covered in sweat, Simons hair sticking to his forehead as he pumped himself inside you. when he had relaxed from his previous orgasm, his hips picked up in pace yet again. his hand still rested onto your mouth, silencing you completely and restricting a decent air flow.

because of how sensitive you were, it took only a few thrust for your next orgasm to well up inside you. and this one you couldn’t take. with the lack of air and pure overstimulation, your clawed at his hand helplessly, trying to get him to listen to you, to see you. but by the time he had decided to let you go, your orgasm washed over you and your body shook violently beneath him.

tears of pain and genuine terror came from your eyes, clawing his hand away from your mouth. you couldn’t feel anything in your body, not even your own arms. your mouth was dry, head was light from the lack of oxygen and your cheeks were sore. “s..strawberry” you cried out trying your hardest to push him away from you.

Simon immediately stopped his hips, looking down at your disheveled body. you laid limp below him, body still shaking. a million thoughts began to run in him mind at once, but the loudest one was “what have i done”.

he slid out, a painful cry coming out of you. he didn’t know what to do, he’d never gotten you to this point before. he just watched as your body laid almost lifeless on the bed, cum seeping out of your hole. “i.. i-i’m so..” he couldn’t find the words to even begin to describe how sorry he was. he was like a deer in headlights, unable to move at all.

but he jumped into action the second he saw you begin to move. but when he tried to touch you, your shifted away from him, whimpering the second his hands touched you. he backed away, almost tripping on air.

he watched as your lifelessly crawled further onto the bed, almost like you were pure fleas no bones. the large wet spot where you once were only hurt his chest more, a sign of how far he pushed you. “my love i-“ but your back was to him now, full on sobs escaping you.

your body didn’t stop shaking, not even after you managed to pull a blanket over you. you felt exposed, used. like you were some fleshlight and nothing more. and yes, your and Simon had rough sex, but it was never to this extent. never to the extent you felt unsafe.

as you cried, Simon fought his own tears of anger and disappointment. he had one job, to make sure you felt safe and he completely failed. he didn’t know what to do in this moment, he was still standing. he watched as your body trembled underneath the blanket. he didn’t see his girlfriend anymore. he saw a scared little girl.

he turned to walk towards the bathroom, his eyes blank, face showing no emotion. he didn’t want you to see his emotions, this was about you. and making you feel better. it was about him failure in making you feel safe, he broke a promise he swore he’d never break.

he ran a bath, making sure the water was perfectly warm. he found a few candles in the cabinets from when you bought them a few weeks back, lighting them and placing them around the bathroom. he also managed to find a towel and quickly made his way into the laundry room, throwing it into the dryer so it was warm when you came out.

when he made his way back into the room, he laid his eyes on you first before finding a pair of pants to put on himself. he wanted to hide his body, scared that if you saw it, you’d go into some sort of panic. he also found a nice pair of pajamas for you, tossing them onto the bed.

and finally, he made his way over to you. your body was still shaking, just not as violently as before. your face was hidden under the blanket, soft sniffles coming from underneath. he paused, swallowing the lump in his throat before slowly and gently resting his hand on your covered body. “ my love.. please-“ but shook him off of you, scooting back. his head hung low before he tried again, this time dropping to his knees.

“i want to take care of you.. please. please let me fix this.” he said softly, making sure not to touch you. but he got no response. he rested his head on the bed, sucking in a deep breath and holding it, stopping the tears from escaping. and he stayed like this until he felt your body shift.

he looked up and was met with your eyes alone, your lower face and body still covered. he swallowed, not saying a word. and neither did you. it stayed like this until he reached over slowly for the blanket. “ can i?” he asked softly. when you gave him a small nod, he slowly pulled the blanket off.

his eyes never trailed to your boobs or pussy, his eyes stayed on you the whole time. he was determined to fix this, determined to make you feel safe around him again. “can i lift you?” he asked, standing slowly from his knees. when you gave him another small nod, he lifted you from the bed and immediately made his way over to the bathroom.

he placed you into the tub, watching how you looked around the bathroom at all the candles. “ i..i don’t even know where to begin.” he said softly, looking at you in the tub. “i should’ve listened to you. i’m sorry.” he said, taking your rag and rubbing soap onto it. you watched him silently, giving him only small nods when he asked if it was okay to touch you or move you in any way.

and it remained like this for the remainder of the night. your body was still sore and limp, your head pounding from all the crying. you just laid in bed the rest of the night, Simon staying by your side. he didn’t touch you, didn’t ask you anything. he was still in shock over what had happened. he was cursing himself in his head, angry that he put you through something like this.

his hands were in fists when you reached out slowly, cupping your comparatively small hand on his. he looked down, your eyes closed. “my love?” he asked softly. he didn’t get a verbal response, but he did get a small hum. “do you need anything? food? medicine?” he asked, already prepared to stand and get you whatever it was you needed.

but you shook your head, limply scooting closer to him. he got the idea and stopped you, moving himself closer to you instead. “ are you tired?” he asked, his hand wrapping around your shoulders. you gave him another silent nod, your head finding his chest to nuzzle into.

a soft smile came to his lips before he pulled you closer, watching you fall asleep. and even when you did, he stayed up to making sure you didn’t need anything from him. to make sure you were okay. he didn’t care about sleeping, not when he put you through that.

“i love you” he said softly, rubbing your shoulders as you slept against his chest peacefully. for the first time since this whole thing began, he felt like he was doing right in making you feel good. making you feel safe.

[daincrediblegg]

No but for real you all need to watch Scrooge 1970 this year or I’ll die about it

Like you can’t want more from a christmas movie. All the songs fuck so hard (written by the SAME PERSON who did willy wonka, btw) Albert Finney was like in his mid 40’s but put his whole pussy into the doddering old man act while showing an uncanny range of emotion that you don’t always get out of a scrooge and jacob fucking marley is played by none other than the OG obi-wan kenobi himself like bro this movie does not miss. Yes the effects are DATED and the set decoration is cheesy as hell but that only enhances the charm of it all. The costumes make up for that shortcoming by matching period perfectly. Cutest bob cratchet award winner also. The title card art is gorgeous and something I miss having in my life. Not to mention that the ghost of christmas present sequence plays like the most fun bar crawl.

[fixfoxnox]

Use this ask to ramble about anything, better if it's about Roach 🪳💖

(btw I think I found you in twitter by accident, I'm not sure, too anxious to follow anyway)

AHHHHH YESSS ROACH RAMBLE ASK MUAH MUAH (KISSES)

I haven't gotten to yell about my boy by himself in so long omggggg

Oh also before I forget, you probably did find my Twitter! I haven't really made any posts about it cause, tbh, I still have no idea what I want to post there, but I do indeed have a Twitter! It is here for anyone who wants to follow me. Right now I've just really been dropping random cod thoughts and reposting a lot of artists content, but who knows maybe I'll start doing some Twitter exclusive stuff or thread fics or something (has no idea how thread fics work). Anyways on to the boy:

I'm using this as an opportunity to just talk about whatever comes to mind and the first thing I wanna start with are like some alternate ideas I had for Roach's family before I landed on the Sanderson dynamic that I have now:

Roach from a military family

Imagine how fun it would be if Roach was raised in a military family, especially if they still had that overprotective aspect to them. Like baby boy who was raised around the military so he's been intimately familiar with it

Maybe he had some different talent and his family wanted him to go down a different path and not go military like them

He says fuck that and joins the military and fucks around and ends up joining taskforce 141

Extra funny points if his family don't realize that he's on a specialized taskforce cause he was so nervous about telling them and they find out in dramatic fashion

Maybe he drops in to save them on a mission or something like 🤭 the drama of it all I love it

Also side note but I was thinking so hard about the Sanderson boys (Johnathan and Eddie) and I can't draw so I have to snatch some Face Claims for them so this is what I think Roach's older brothers look like:

Johnathan is played by Lee Pace don't test me this man is tall and probably acts as his own security at his bar and also is a goofball and idk Lee Pace is perfect (this should not detract from me also thinking that Lee Pace is a perfect fc for König)

Eddie to me has to look something like Luke Norris idk I feel like he needs a softer and more like nervous/panicky energy than Johnathan and this man fits don't test me don't test me

Also for anyone who is wondering: No, I still don't have a face claim for my Roach. In my mind he changes so much I see so many different artists versions of Roach in my brain at all times so choosing an actor for him is so hard. I have...thoughts, but idk that anyone would enjoy the thoughts that I have so we'll pretend I don't have them.

More on Roach cause he's my lil guy, my lil dude, my lil buddy

Listen y'all know Southern Roach is my bias but also also also have been falling in love more and more with the idea of Russian Roach. He would be so funnn like he works with Nik beforehand maybe he was undercover with the ultranationalists. I also enjoy the idea of him cursing Shepherd and/or Makarov out in Russian I think it would be fun.

However Southern Roach rains supreme I was thinking so hard about a ghostroachsoap au recently based loosely on the song "Farmer's Daughter" by Rodney Atkins. (Y'all let me know if you want the full au its really just farm au cuteness)

Thinking so hard of Roach just being beloved in his small town as this Golden Child precious little dude then he goes off to the military and finally let's that feral side come out a little. Imagine how funny it would be for Ghost and Soap to go home with Roach and see their boyfriend pu on this innocent act and listen to people describe him as this perfect little guy when they know for a fact that Roach is like borderline feral two steps away from being considered a wild animal.

"He's such a good boy, would never hurt a fly."

Ghost and Soap who watched Roach tear a man's throat out with his teeth last week:

Also taking the opportunity to say that we as a community need to start acknowledging hoe canonically skilled Roach is with weapons! Like this is a boy who had both Price and Soap cursing because they couldn't get any kills because he was killing them to fast. This is a boy who beat Ghost (his luitenant) on a rifle test by a wide margin and on the test that ghost beat him he only fell behind four points.

Roach canonical has several extremely brutal takedown moves that he can do, including the pickaxes and the little fucking kick thing he does to the one guy before stabbing him. Also he's like straight up flipping his guns and doing tricks with them and shit in his weapons inspections, Soap talks about how good he is with C4 and shit.

Like I think people see the like spots where he got into trouble and nearly died in the campaign and take that to mean that he's like not as good as Ghost and Soap and needed their help a lot but like honest to God all of the trouble he gets in to is less because he fucked up and more because the world seems to have it out for him.

The roof breaking out from under him, the ice cracking on him, explosions happen to rock his ass just as soon as he hits an open field. Like someone was trying to kill this little fuck and two outta the three times they failed.

And like its not like Roach doesn't help himself during these situations. Like when he fell yeah he had Soap guiding him but he was the one having the run and slide and do all that shit like no amount of Soap's guiding could have made that easy for him.

Also this boy almost falls off a cliff but is able to get himself back on track enough that he not only finishes climbing the cliff but then does a whole ass stealth mission basically invading a Russian military base on his own???

Roach is a very talented and skilled bug and we should all be patting him on the head for how cool he is.

Also I think its absolutely funny cause In my mind he's smaller than Soap and Ghost both like height and build wise (not small, just smaller than those two behemoths) and so when the trio of them are together people like tend to underestimate him meanwhile Ghost and Soap are like "Uh, no, no you uh hey dude no" because they know that Roach will gladly fuck people up.

I also love the idea of Roach appearing out of nowhere like a fucking cryptid. There is no talking behind Roach's back or keeping secrets he is everywhere at once and will appear out of thin air. Ghost and Soap have to like fully leave base if they want to plan a surprise for him and even then both of them have no trust that Roach won't somehow pop into existence next to them waahahhahaha

Alright thats all for my rambling for now

[madrone33]

I did some idle mathing, as one does, and here's my death count of the crew in Epic: The Musical. For people from the future, keep in mind that as of now the Circe Saga has not been released yet, so I'm working off of severely incomplete info from the Ocean Saga onwards!

Deaths: Survivors (barring Ody): Explanation:

0 - 600 - Post Troy: Odysseus starts with 600 men in 12 ships, 50 men per ship.

14 - 586 - Cave of the Cyclops: Polites and 13 other men are smashed by Polyphemus' club, with each club sound effect after Polites being one kill. Jay's said that they leave the cave with half the amount they entered, which makes the scouting party's starting size around 30 btw.

543 - 43 - Laestrygonia: "43 left under your command," presumably these men are on Odysseus' own ship, so 543 probs drowned on the other 11 sunken ships from Poseidon and the Laestrygonian giants.

1 - 42 - Aeaea (Circe’s island): 1 man dies, Elpenor, only because he gets drunk and falls off the roof.

0 - 42 - The Underworld: the ghosts say "558 men who died under your command." That means 42 of the crew are left.

? - ? - ?: There are two songs that are unknown so far, right at the start of Act 2. Who knows how many men die, if any do at all.

>6 - <36 - Scylla: Eurylochus says in Mutiny "How much longer can we go about our lives like this, when people die like this?" so an unclear amount of men are probably eaten by Scylla. In The Odyssey it's 6, one for each head, so I'm using that as an approximate, though it'll likely be more, since Polyphemus ate only 6 men in the Odyssey, but there were more deaths in Epic.

1 - <35 - Thrinacia: Eurylochus confronts and mutinies against Odysseus, and Odysseus is forced to kill him.

<35 - 0 - Still Thrinacia: the rest of the men are killed via Zeus' lightning bolt after eating Helios' cattle ("Since hunger was far too great") leaving only Odysseus himself alive.

[buckybarnesfanfiction]

August Of Whump - Day 1

Day 1: food / risk / overexertion

Alt. prompt: collapse

Title: home alone, tryin’ not to eat (i can’t stand the dialogue)

The title was inspired by the song 'Male Fantasy' by Billie Eilish. I know it has nothing to due with these prompts, but I don't care.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Summary:

Bucky stood in his small kitchen, staring at the untouched breakfast on the counter. The toast was cold by now, the butter having congealed into an unappetizing layer. His stomach churned, not with hunger, but with the familiar knot of anxiety that food always brought. With a sigh, he pushed the plate away and poured himself another cup of black coffee, hoping the bitter liquid would stave off the gnawing emptiness inside him.

Or,

Food had always been a struggle for Bucky. Even before the war, he was used to giving his portions to his sisters or Steve. They needed it more. During the war, rations were low, and he learned to get by on very little. HYDRA loved to torment their Asset by denying food and playing mind games. Now, even though he was free, HYDRA's ghost still haunted him, controlling his every meal.

ao3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Augustofwhump24/works/57836233

Wattpad link:

https://www.wattpad.com/1466487392-cigarettes-on-a-rainy-night-august-of-whump-day-1

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AUGUSTOFWHUMP '24 prompt list: https://www.tumblr.com/augustofwhump/749218851036790784/day-1-here-we-come?source=share

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WARNINGS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️: Past Abuse, Mentioned (kinda) HYDRA Trash Party, Eating disorders, Violence, Hospitalization, Homophobia (very little), Hurt, WHUMP!!!, Overexertion, etc.

DON’T READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THESE TOPICS/TAGS!!!! ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

There is no sexual content in this btw….

Fanfic under cut:

Empty.

That’s all it felt. Empty.

No, no, no! The Asset doesn’t feel. Feelings are for humans, and It is not human.

But It is so empty. The Asset does not know why It feels empty. There is a gnawing at Its stomach, and the empty feeling only grows stronger, an insidious presence that twists and claws inside Its core.

Its Handlers haven’t fed—inserted a nutritional IV—into the Asset for a long time. They said It was very disobedient on the mission.

It tried to carry out the orders within mission parameters. It really did. But they don’t care.

They never do.

The Asset doesn’t know how It was bad. They never tell It why. They just punish.

“You were a very, very bad boy today, Soldat,” his Commander growled into his ear before locking It in the cell. The Commander’s breath was hot and foul, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. “You need to learn your lesson.”

It doesn’t want to be a bad boy. No, no, no, NO! The Asset doesn’t have wants. Or needs. Just orders.

And hunger.

It always had that.

Its Handlers said no food until It learned Its role as the Fist of HYDRA. The words echoed in Its mind, each syllable a hammer striking Its fragile sense of self.

Would It ever learn?

The Handlers said that It would.

It would.

Even if it meant being hungry.

All the time.

The cell was cold and dark, the only light coming from a flickering bulb outside the barred window. The concrete floor was rough against Its skin, the chains binding Its wrists and ankles biting into flesh.

Every movement was agony, but staying still was worse. The hunger gnawed relentlessly, a savage beast that would not be tamed.

The Asset curled into a ball, trying to make itself as small as possible. Memories, or fragments of them, flitted through Its mind. A different time, a different place.

Faces without names, voices without context. Warmth, laughter, love. Things that seemed alien now.

It squeezed Its eyes shut, trying to banish the thoughts. They were dangerous. They made It weak.

But the emptiness remained, a void that threatened to consume everything. The Asset’s stomach growled, a pitiful sound in the oppressive silence. I

t was a constant reminder of Its failure, Its inadequacy. It would never be enough. Never good enough. Never obedient enough.

“Please,” It whispered, though It didn’t know to whom. The words were a desperate plea, barely audible. “Please, I’ll do better.”

But there was no response. There never was.

The Asset’s world was pain and darkness and hunger. It had forgotten what it meant to be anything else. The hollow ache in Its gut was a familiar companion, a twisted comfort in its constancy.

It clung to the hope that someday, somehow, it would be enough. That the emptiness would be filled. That the hunger would be sated.

But until then, It would endure. Because that’s all It knew how to do.

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Bucky stood in his small kitchen, staring at the untouched breakfast on the counter. The toast was cold by now, the butter having congealed into an unappetizing layer. 

His stomach churned, not with hunger, but with the familiar knot of anxiety that food always brought. 

His stomach churned, not with hunger, but with the familiar knot of anxiety that food always brought.

With a sigh, he pushed the plate away and poured himself another cup of black coffee, hoping the bitter liquid would stave off the gnawing emptiness inside him.

The emptiness hurt. The pain was bone deep, and always have been.

But the feeling of being full was worse. So, so much worse. It was unnatural, inhuman. But he’s never truly been human, has he?

Looking back down at the forgotten toast and butter, he gagged. He felt disgusting even considering eating. He was not worthy of food. Of joy. Not after the stuff he had done. Not after the people he killed.

And Bucky understood that it ‘wasn’t him’, but it was. He was the one who pulled the trigger.

The doorbell cut through his horrid thoughts. Bucky’s head snapped up, gazing down the sparse hallway to the front door. 

Get the door, you fucking piece of shit, barked a cruel voice in his head.

Breaking out of his trance, Bucky scrambled for the door. The vibrainum fingers fumbled with the many locks that would not hold during an attack, attempting to wrench the door open. 

The doorbell went off again, and Bucky tried to go faster. He internally cursed these stupid ten dollar locks from the store around the block. Looking down, he realized his left hand had dented the metal holding the door shut.

With the locks finally disabled, he grasped the now-ruined handle and yanked it open. Sam’s face greeted him.

“I’ve been knocking for five minutes now, old man, what took so long? You doin’ the daily crossword?” Of course. Sam and his constant need to be a smartass. 

“Jus’ come in,” he gave in response. Sam brushed past him and strutted into the apartment. Bucky regretted having the pre-mission debriefing at his apartment.

“Man, you have like, no stuff in here!” Yelled Sam from his ‘living room’. Sighing, Bucky went to join him.

The feeling of hunger never faded. It never did.

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The mission was simple enough. An easy in-and-out. There was supposed to be minimal guards and agents. Key word: supposed to be.

In reality, there are dozens of soldiers running at them when they were told there was going to be roughly twenty.

Which was… fine. Bucky and Sam could take them. Bucky was just so tired. 

He was sluggish in his attacks, worse in the defensive field. And Sam noticed. Of course he did.

Fuck Sam and his ability to notice all the little 'problems' in Bucky's life.

Sam's face scrunched up. "Are you ok, Buck?" he said, punching the guy that tried to get the jump on him.

Bucky forced a tight smile, throwing a punch that lacked his usual strength. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he lied through gritted teeth. The truth was, every movement felt like it was dragging him deeper into a pit of exhaustion.

Sam didn’t buy it. He never did. “You sure? You look like hell, man.”

Bucky didn’t respond. He couldn’t afford to let Sam in on how bad it really was. Not now, not ever. Instead, he focused on the fight, trying to keep up with the wave of enemies swarming them.

But his body betrayed him. A sudden dizzy spell hit, and Bucky’s vision blurred. He stumbled, nearly missing a knife aimed at his gut. Sam swooped in, disarming the attacker with ease.

“Watch it, Buck!” Sam shouted, concern lacing his voice. “What’s going on with you?”

Bucky shook his head, trying to clear the fog. “Just a bad day,” he muttered, pushing himself to keep going. But his movements were becoming more erratic, less controlled. He could feel his strength waning with each passing second.

Sam, always the protector, took a defensive stance in front of him. “Stay behind me,” he ordered, his voice brooking no argument. Bucky hated it. Hated feeling weak, hated needing help. But he couldn’t deny that he needed it.

The remaining guards were quickly dispatched, and the room fell silent. Sam turned to Bucky, his eyes filled with worry. “We need to get you out of here,” he said firmly. “You’re not in any shape to keep fighting.”

Bucky wanted to protest, but his body was betraying him. His legs felt like they could give out at any moment. Reluctantly, he nodded. “Fine. Let’s go.”

Sam wrapped an arm around Bucky’s shoulders, helping him stay upright as they made their way out of the compound. Each step was a struggle, the world around him spinning.

“You’ve got to start taking better care of yourself, Buck,” Sam said quietly. “This isn’t sustainable.”

"I'm fine, Sam," Bucky whispered.

Sam didn’t buy it. He never did. “You sure? You look like hell, man.”

Bucky didn’t respond. He couldn’t afford to let Sam in on how bad it really was. Not now, not ever. Instead, he focused on the fight, trying to keep up with the wave of enemies swarming them.

If Sam found out what a disgusting piece of shit Bucky was, he wouldn't want to be around him.

Who would want to be around a person who couldn't even eat? He was pathetic. Sam couldn't know. He just couldn't.

But his body betrayed him. A sudden dizzy spell hit, and Bucky’s vision blurred. He stumbled, nearly missing a knife aimed at his gut. Sam swooped in, disarming the attacker with ease.

“Watch it, Buck!” Sam shouted, concern lacing his voice. “What’s going on with you?”

Bucky shook his head, trying to clear the fog. “I’m good,” he muttered, more to himself than to Sam. He threw another punch, but his strength was waning fast.

The next wave of attackers came, and Bucky was slower than ever. A heavy blow to his side made him double over in pain. He barely had time to register the punch that followed, knocking the wind out of him.

Sam was fighting off multiple opponents, but his eyes kept darting to Bucky, worry etched on his face. “Bucky, fall back! You’re not right!”

Bucky wanted to argue, to push through, but his body wouldn’t cooperate. Another dizzy spell hit, and he stumbled backward, his vision narrowing. The world around him turned into a blur of colors and sounds.

The last thing he heard before darkness consumed him was Sam’s frantic shout. “Bucky!”

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The room was dimly lit, shadows clinging to the corners like specters. The cold metal table in the center of the room was stark and unforgiving, much like the men who stood around it. The Asset was strapped to a chair, its wrists and ankles bound with heavy chains. The clinking of the chains was the only sound in the oppressive silence.

The Commander entered the room, a sinister smile playing on his lips. He carried a tray covered with a metal dome, and the faint aroma of food wafted through the air. The Asset's stomach growled involuntarily, a reminder of the gnawing emptiness that had become a constant companion.

“Ah, Soldat,” the Commander said, placing the tray on the table. “You must be hungry.”

The Asset didn’t respond. It had learned long ago that speaking out of turn only brought more pain. The Commander lifted the dome, revealing a steaming plate of food—roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans. The sight of it made the Asset’s mouth water, but it kept its gaze fixed on the floor.

“You’ve been very disobedient,” the Commander continued, cutting a piece of chicken and holding it up with a fork. “But we believe in positive reinforcement. Do as you’re told, and you’ll be rewarded.”

The Asset’s eyes flicked to the fork, then back to the floor. It knew this game. It had played it many times before. The hunger was unbearable, a constant, aching void that seemed to grow with each passing second.

The Commander moved closer, the fork tantalizingly close to the Asset’s lips. “Open your mouth,” he commanded.

The Asset hesitated, then obeyed. The taste of the chicken was overwhelming, a burst of flavor that brought tears to Its eyes. It chewed slowly, savoring every moment, every bite a cruel reminder of its captivity.

“Good,” the Commander said, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. “See how easy it is? Follow orders, and you get to eat.”

The Asset swallowed, the taste lingering on Its tongue. The Commander cut another piece of chicken, but this time, he didn’t offer it immediately. Instead, he held it just out of reach, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

“But disobey,” he said, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper, “and you’ll starve.”

The Asset’s stomach twisted with a mix of hunger and fear. It knew the Commander’s threats were not empty. It had spent days, sometimes weeks, without food, the agony of starvation used as a weapon to break Its will.

“Please,” the Asset whispered, its voice raw with desperation. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

The Commander’s smile widened. “That’s what I like to hear.” He fed the Asset another piece of chicken, then set the fork down. “Now, let’s discuss your next mission.”

The words were a hollow echo in the Asset’s mind. All It could think about was the food, the promise of more if It obeyed. The Commander detailed the mission parameters, the Asset nodding mechanically, its thoughts consumed by the gnawing hunger and the brief relief that obedience would bring.

“Remember,” the Commander said, leaning in close, his breath hot against the Asset’s ear. “You are nothing without us. We control whether you eat, whether you starve. Your life is in our hands.”

The Asset nodded again, the weight of the chains digging into its skin. It understood all too well. HYDRA owned It, body and soul. The food was just another tool of control, a reminder that even the most basic human needs were not Its own.

The Commander left the room, leaving the half-finished plate of food on the table. The Asset stared at it, the hunger clawing at Its insides. It knew better than to reach for it. It would only be fed if It performed well on the mission.

The room grew colder as the minutes passed, the scent of the food a cruel torment. The Asset closed Its eyes, trying to block out the hunger, the emptiness. It was a weapon, a tool, nothing more. And HYDRA would use every means necessary to ensure It never forgot that.

The Asset steeled Itself, knowing that the only way to survive was to comply, to follow orders, to endure. The hunger would always be there, a constant reminder of Its place. But as long as It obeyed, there would be moments of relief, fleeting as they were.

And so It waited, chained and starving, for the next mission, for the next bite, for the next test of Its obedience. The cycle of control and hunger, of pain and fleeting relief, would never end. Not until HYDRA decided It was no longer useful.

But they never did.

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Bucky woke to the sterile smell of antiseptic and the soft beeping of medical monitors. His head felt heavy, and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the bright lights of the hospital room.

He blinked, trying to piece together what had happened. The mission. The fight. The pain. And then… nothing.

“Hey, you’re awake.” Sam’s voice was soft, but it held an edge of relief.

Bucky turned his head to see Sam sitting in a chair beside the bed, looking exhausted but relieved.

“Where am I?” Bucky croaked, his throat dry and scratchy.

“Hospital,” Sam replied. “You passed out during the mission. Scared the hell outta me.”

Bucky tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in his side made him wince. Sam was quick to place a hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him back down.

“Easy, Buck. You’re pretty banged up. Docs said you were dehydrated, malnourished, and running on fumes. What the hell were you thinking?”

Bucky closed his eyes, feeling the weight of Sam’s words. “I wasn’t,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I just… couldn’t.”

Sam sighed, the sound filled with frustration and concern. “You need to take care of yourself, Bucky. You can’t keep running on empty.”

Bucky nodded slightly, knowing Sam was right but feeling the familiar knot of anxiety tightening in his chest. The thought of eating, of trying to fill that emptiness, was still too much to bear.

Look how revolting you are, the voice in his head said, viciously. Even Sam knows it now. He'll most likely leave your fat ass behind where you belong.

Bucky shook his head, as if that could dispel the voices in his head. It didn't work.

You are nothing, the voice screamed. You are worthless. Do you actually think Sam wants to be around you? You can't even EAT, you little bitch.

“Bucky?” Sam’s voice cut through the dark thoughts. “You okay?”

Bucky forced his eyes open, focusing on Sam’s worried expression. “Yeah, I’m just… tired,” he said, though the exhaustion he felt went far beyond the physical.

Sam studied him for a moment before nodding. “I get it. But you’ve got to let us help you. You’re not alone in this.”

Bucky wanted to believe that, but the voices in his head were relentless. He looked away, unable to meet Sam’s gaze. “It’s not that simple, Sam.”

“I know it’s not,” Sam replied gently. “But you’re stronger than you think. You’ve survived this long, and you’ll keep surviving. But you’ve got to start taking care of yourself.”

The sincerity in Sam’s voice chipped away at the walls Bucky had built around himself. He swallowed hard, fighting back the urge to retreat into his shell. “I’ll try,” he whispered again, the words feeling heavy on his tongue.

Sam nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “That’s all I’m asking, Buck. Just try. One step at a time.”

Bucky closed his eyes again, letting Sam’s words sink in. Maybe he could try. Maybe, with time, he could start to push back against the darkness that had been consuming him for so long.

A soft knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Bucky looked up to see a nurse entering the room with a tray of food. The sight of it made his stomach clench with anxiety, but he forced himself to take a deep breath.

“Mr. Barnes, it’s important you eat something,” the nurse said kindly, placing the tray on the table beside his bed.

Bucky glanced at Sam, who gave him an encouraging nod. “Just a little,” Sam said. “You’ve got to start somewhere.”

With trembling hands, Bucky reached for the tray. The food looked unappetizing, but he knew he had to try. He picked up a piece of bread, forcing himself to take a small bite. It felt like swallowing sand, but he managed to get it down.

“There you go,” Sam said, his voice filled with pride. “One step at a time.”

Bucky nodded, chewing slowly. The voices in his head were still there, but for the first time in a long while, he felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe he could do this. Maybe he could start to heal.

As he took another bite, he glanced at Sam, who was watching him with a mixture of relief and determination. Bucky knew he had a long road ahead, but with Sam by his side, he felt like he could face whatever came next.

“Thanks, Sam,” he said softly, and for the first time, he allowed himself to believe that things could get better.

Sam smiled, reaching out to squeeze Bucky’s shoulder. “Anytime, Buck. We’re in this together.”

And for the first time, Bucky truly believed it.

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@painonthebrain

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Thank you for reading (if you did), I appreciate it! Any and all criticism is accepted. I want to become a better writer! I know I didn't really add a lot of RISK and OVEREXERTION but whatever. Thank you all!!!

[colorisbyshe]

Monthly Music: Nov 2023 Edition

Album reviews!

Pinkpantheress: This album is truly up my alley! I think my fave tracks are the lead singles but honestly.. there isn't a single bad track on the album, though all of the songs are CRIMINALLY short. (A Kelela feature at barely two minutes??) Besides the lead tracks, I really love Another Life, Feelings, and True Romance. Anyways, yeehaw drum & bass resurgence.

Ultra: Japanese alt-rock with a female lead AND back up singer. I really love how guitar heavy their sound is, how well the women harmonize and create a nice sort of... echoing resonance that lends well to the gravitas of their music. If you like rock, especially the kind that would give a killer performance in an intimate, smokey bar, give this brand new group a chance. Inu is an intense but great place to start, Door is a great way to see how the singers play off each other, Knight is if you want something... almost Fleetwood Mac-y?

Red Velvet: Title track is good until it isn't. Will I Ever See You Again? is my fave track but Under Water, Bulldozer, and Knock Knock also stand out from an overly-cohesive album. Red Velvet keeps "experimenting" in identical ways and normally I'd argue if it aint broke, don't fix it, but while it isn't broke, it is nowhere near their old highs. 6.5/10 album. One Kiss should've been the actual comeback track, btw.

Songs:

I feel like I'm going insane... is Houdini by Dua Lupa interpolating something. It's good (but a bit... underdeveloped? Needs to do more) but like... holy shit, it's derivative. What song is it reminding me of????

Sumikko Disco by Perfume is simple, fun, danceable! Feels like a raspberry soda.

In a very similar vibe to Perfume but a bit more Current Jpop, try out Brand New World by Fancylabo.

Cobra by Megan Thee Stallion, love this music direction for her but FUCK can I give her a hug? PLEASE

Heartbeat by Wile-E. Grainy EDM. If you like Snow Strippers, you'll like this.

Mercy Killing by Pendulum x Starlxrd. From what I know of BMTH, it kinda fits that vibe but more drum & bassy. I like Pendulum trying out metal-rap, it rly fits their progression. But if you want a Rob Swire throwback, there's a new Ghosts n Stuff remix that's pretty good.

Posting this as a Part 1 because there were a LOT OF albums early this month!

[fieldcloverfield]

(ooc: btw, you can send asks for alternative versions of Field ive made! (Some of these are kinda stupid but shut up explodes /lh))

(Current aus are (spoilered for a lotta mentions of murder)):

Field.exe: stupid (silly) fusion of stereotypical exe guys and biblical accurate angel traits, very egotistical, calls himself the true god (that is obviously a lie bro stole those powers from his family by brutally murdering them)

‘No Party’ Field: lil guy that is a lil messed up in the head; has definitely been charged with false imprisonment (based off the No Party song from Marios Madness v2) he taunts anyone who tries stealing from him when he attempts to bargain things off for ridiculous prices

‘No Hope’ Field: being controlled by the ghost of a previous contestant, Field kills all of his family in a attempt to get the god powers (which he does, with the help of a very powerful scythe, which can literally kill immortals and steal their powers, based off the No Hope song from Marios Madness v2) he even goes as far as killing the two people who ever still cared about him from his family: Weedy and Clover

‘Bowhomp’ Field: based off ..certain events from a character ai chat, this Field is just fucking dead, with a bullet hole right between his eyes. He follows the contestants around, and doesn’t really do anything except try to warn them of any dangers

‘Abandoned’ Field: after a heated argument, Shotglass, Weedy, and Field storm off to do something other than argue. Field storms off to his barn and Weedy storms off to his house. Little did Field know was they he had been followed by Shotglass, who was now very drunkenly angry and violent, ready to kill someone. He did, and so Field’s farm was left abandoned, as well as Field’s corpse. Shotglass was in a bar a exact year later, talking to BGM and Fishbowl who had accidentally wandered in, when a TV nearby showed a missing poster for Field, which reminded Shotglass of what he had done. Field, however, was somewhat alive, despite massive blood loss, and had been hiding out in his farm, too weak to get out. He was still heavily bleeding so the farm was just covered completely in blood as the crops outside seemed to wither along with Field until BGM finally found him after a year since he had been shot (Based off the song Abandoned from Marios Madness v2)

‘Alone’ Field: simple, Sap and Lucky are fucking dead and Field was too much of a scaredy cat to save them in time. All he can do now is mourn (Based off the song Alone from Marios Madness v2) (still doesnt have design yet)

[lightfulonion]

thanks for tagging me @peachybeesplease!!! <33 choose a song for every letter of your url, and tag that many ppl! im gonna be honest, im not gonna tag that many people but ill try to tag people i havent tagged before additionally (its okay if any of you dont wanna play btw, this is for fun!)

left hand free by alt-j

i want to break free by queen

gay bar by electric six

hammond song by the roches

twin size mattress by the front bottoms

from the start by good kid (og is by laufey which is also very very good)

under my skin by jukebox the ghost

last train to london by electric light orchestra

over and over by the altons

no surprises by radiohead

it's so creamy by miki matsubara

our love by curtis harding and jazmine sullivan

not allowed by tv girl

i tag: @livingonyoghurtandspite, @skijjiki, @horson, @mars-matrix, @alcieside, @nitw, @clementinethekitten, @pierogish, @incipientdreamer, @theydiedtogether

[womanexile]

Just some thoughts...

Labyrinth "You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back/Just like that" "You know how scared I am of elevators/Never trust it if it rises fast/It can't last" Ours "Elevator buttons and morning air/Strangers' silence makes me wanna take the stairs/If you were here we'd laugh about their vacant stares/But right now my time is theirs/Seems like there's always someone who disapproves/They'll judge it like they know about me and you" [Most likely she would rather rally platonic relationships around her vs. romantic right now- especially with the public eyes on her.]

You Are in Love "Buttons on a coat""The light reflects the chain on your neck" [Style references?] "He says, "Look up"/And your shoulders brush/No proof, one touch, but you felt enough""One night he wakes/Strange look on his face/Pauses, then says/You're my best friend/And you knew what it was/He is in love [Comfortable/comfort/confide]

End Game "Reputation precedes me, they told you I'm crazy/I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me/And I can't let you go, your handprint's on my soul" [Sound like she appreciates the mundane things in life-btw, reminded me of Eros & Psych mythology] "It's like your eyes are liquor, it's like your body is gold/You've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks" Mastermind "I'm the wind in our free-flowing sails/And the liquor in our cocktails""I laid the groundwork and then saw a wide smirk/On your face, you knew the entire time/You knew that I'm a mastermind" [But her life can never be normal- like a superhero or villain]

So it Goes..."Gold cage, hostage to my feelings""Met you in a bar/All eyes on me, your illusionist/All eyes on us/I make all your gray days clear and/Wear you like a necklace" [Made me think of Harry Houdini- magician/illusionist] Call it what you want "… I want to wear his initial/On a chain 'round my neck, chain 'round my neck/Not because he owns me/But 'cause he really knows me" [Proud in public, not kept like a dirty secret?]

Stockholm Syndrome "Who's that shadow holding me hostage?""Oh, baby, look what you've done to me" [Line is like LWYMMD] Kiwi "She sits beside me like a silhouette/Hard candy drippin' on me 'til my feet are wet" [Style music video visuals?] "And now she's all over me, it's like I paid for it (cha-ching)/It's like I paid for it, I'm gonna pay for this" Cowboy Like Me "Only if they pay for it/You're a bandit like me" Mastermind ""No one wanted to play with me as a little kid/So I've been scheming like a criminal ever since/To make them love me and make it seem effortless'This this the first time I've felt the need to confess/And I swear/I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian 'cause I care'"

All too well "And you call me up again just to break me like a promise""And there we are again when nobody had to know/You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath/Sacred prayer and we'd swear""The idea you had of me, who was she?/A never-needy, ever-lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you" [Mirrorball & Blank space ref- chameleon?] You are in love "You keep his shirt, he keeps his word/And for once, you let go/Of your fears and your ghosts/One step, not much, but it said enough" [Trust & belonging/home]

I'm not familiar with their whole catalogue or others around them (or their influences). Kinda wondered if HS listened to Def Leppard? I remember TS did a CMT crossover episode with them. Their bootleg album Rare Gems, Vol. 6 had one of the songs she covered w/ them- Pour some sugar on me. Mutt Lange produced DL & (his ex-wife) Shania Twain's albums also.

I enjoyed all your thoughts on these. Thank you 😊

[saphushia]

The band at the bar across the street from me is at this very moment playing The Way by Fastball. A song which I enjoy, but always forget exists until I am actually hearing it again, like an illusive ghost.

lmaoooo god yeah i feel ya. so many songs that i hear once in a blue moon and go 'oh man i forgot how much this shit slaps.' very good song btw! i love the vibe <3

idk if you meant this as tune trade or just to share music (both appreciated! lol) but regardless i'll give you Zip Gun Bop -by- Royal Crown Revue