#sorry this is so long winded but hopefully it gave you some ideas

[hellodarling1357]

#26 for the Cassian thing where reader is an IC member too and maybe them and Cassian have been seeing each other in secret for a while but Cass doesn't wanna tell anyone yet because he doesn't wanna mess up the dynamic or make things awkward for the rest of them but then all the stuff happens and Nesta comes along and reader's just sad and pissed because they're worried Cass is in love with Nesta now and secret plot twist oh no reader knows them and Cass are mates but it hasn't snapped for him yet so reader is losing it inside but obviously they can't tell any of their closest friends because Cassian still wants it to be a secret

even if you don't want to write this I hope you're having a great day/night ✩

Forever Tied - Cassian x Reader

Hello hello 🥰

The original prompt list I reblogged has disappeared for some reason so now I have no idea what #26 actually was but I did my best with the request you sent me so hopefully this still works, sorry Anon! I've made it extra long to make up for it!

Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 9.3k

Rhys was trapped Under the Mountain and there was nothing you could do to help. You had crumbled upon hearing his voice in your mind that last time, having no idea what this meant for your friend, your court, or even for Prythian. You hadn’t even realised you had fallen to your knees until a familiar, warm body had knelt next to you and pulled you into their shaking arms.

Cassian had been in the city centre of Velaris when he had heard, all plans for the day disappearing as the realisation of what had happened hit him full blast. Without thinking, he flew back to the House of Wind, unable and unwilling to process this alone. Although, subconsciously, there was really only one person he wanted to be with in that moment. Azriel would have distanced himself upon hearing the news, Amren was at her apartment, and Mor was at the town house, leaving only you in the House of Wind.

He stumbled in his rush as he landed on the balcony and raced inside. His heart broke even further at the sounds of muffled sobs that echoed towards him. In a blind haze he followed the sounds and found you on the ground, as though your legs had completely given out, unable to bare the weight of what had occurred. Without thinking, Cassian was beside you, pulling you into his arms as he rubbed soothing circles across your back, despite the way his own hands shook as tears threatened to burn at his eyes.

Your breathing eventually evened out, the only trace of your tears were the tracks along your cheeks and the redness of your eyes. Turning in his arms, you looked up at Cassian as though only just properly noticing that he was the comforting, warm presence that brought you back from your distressed state.

“We have to do something,” Your voice was a croaked whisper, “I know he said he put up a shield, but there has to be something we can do to help.”

The shaky inhale of Cassian’s breath told you enough. He didn’t think there was anything that could be done. Truthfully, you didn’t either.

You looked at your friend in awe as a singular tear streaked down his face, followed by another, and another. In all the centuries you had been friends, the sight of the male in front of you crying was one you had very rarely witnessed.

“Cass,” You lifted a hand to his face, gently brushing away his tears. Cassian was always the one who held everyone and everything together, and if this was the one time he openly showed he needed someone else to keep from falling apart, you would more than willingly be that person for him. “It’s going to be okay, alright? We’ll figure something out. And Rhys… well, it’s Rhys. He’s going to be just fine.”

The watery smile you gave him didn’t quite meet your eyes, the expression quickly replaced with alarm as Cassian’s breathing quickened, eyes screwed shut as though trying to compose himself. This you had never seen. Cassian completely losing control, his body shaking against yours as sobs escaped his throat.

“He’s gone,” The strangled sound that came from him had your heart splitting in two. “Amarantha, she will…she’s already…” He couldn’t seem to find the words, or couldn’t bear the thought of saying what was running through his head with Amarantha being involved.

“We’ll get him back.” You soothed, hands reaching up as you guided his head into the crook of your neck, fingers running through his dark wave of hair.

But he wasn’t calming, if anything, Cassian found himself spiralling further and further out of control, the emotions and the ‘what ifs’ sending him into a state of panic where even your comforting presence could do nothing to sooth his hyperventilating breaths, the tears, and the shaking that racked through him.

“Cass?” You pulled back, trying to force him to look at you. “Cassian? Hey, I need you to open your eyes, just focus on me, okay? There you go. Now just take in one deep breathe, alright? Just one, that’s all I need you to do. Okay, and again. You’re alright. We’re alright.”

Cassian’s hazel eyes stared into yours as you talked him through his breathing, your hands soothingly moving up and down his arms as you knelt in front of him and offered a comforting smile as you watched his panic slowly ebb away.

“Y/N, I­—" Cassian started, eyes wide as he gulped and continued staring at you. Before you could blink or react in anyway, he was surging forward; one hand coming up to rest at the back of your neck, the other was gently placed on your thigh, and then his lips were hurriedly pressed against yours. You stilled and tensed in his grasp, it was all too much after everything else that had happened, but still… Maybe a distraction is what you both needed. So instead of pulling away, you leant into him, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him even closer, and kissing him back with such an urgency that a moan sounded in the back of his throat.

“Y/N,” he muttered against your lips, forehead resting against your own, his breath brushing across your face as it came out in heavy pants.

You just shushed him, also refusing to move too far away. “I know, it’s fine. Just a distraction.”

He looked at you for one more blink and then hungrily pressed against you, this time lowering you to the floor, his muscled body hovering over yours as you lost yourselves in the moment, desperate to forget what had happened and all that was yet to transpire.

*****

Afterwards, you lay on the floor next to one another in the, now dark, room. The combination of your heavy breathes were the only sounds that broke through the silence.

Cassian let out a sigh followed by a chuckle, “Well that was one hell of a distraction.”

You turned your head to look at him and let out a quiet, breathless laugh. Yes, it had been a momentary distraction but now what had happened to Rhys, to Prythian, hung heavy in the room. Cassian turned on his side, leaning up on one arm as he faced you, taking in your still flushed, blissed out expression that now had something akin to pain creeping across it.

“Hey,” He gently grabbed your hand and soothed his thumb across the back of it. “Like you said, we’re alright. And we will get him back.”

You nodded at him then pulled yourself up, tugging your shirt back on before throwing Cassian his discarded clothes.

“Come on, we should find the others. Try to figure something out.”

*****

And that was that.

There was no mention of what had happened between the two of you. No comment on the fact that it had been, without a doubt, and despite the current situation you found yourselves in, the best sex either of you had ever had.

No, even when it happened again three weeks later, and then one week after that, and four days after that, again, and again, and again, it remained an unspoken agreement between the two of you. That momentary distraction where you could lose yourselves in the pleasure of one another and forget about the mess you were left to deal with.

That was how it worked for the next few years. You and Cassian falling into a routine of comfort that you were unable, unwilling, to get from anyone else. You had no idea if the rest of the Inner Circle were aware of what was going on; in terms of your friendship, nothing had changed, there were just additional benefits that came with it now. It didn’t mean anything more.

That is, of course, until your routine had morphed into something that felt like it was on the precipice of something else.

The sex was just as mind-blowingly passionate, however, there were now some instances where it was a bit slower and less frantic, more whispered words and lingering touches. Where the two of you used to chat afterwards, an arm’s worth of distance between you as you slipped back into your normal friendship until the other one left to return to their own room, you now found yourselves wrapped up in each other’s arms, hands softly caressing skin until you both drifted into a restful sleep.

Which is where you now found yourself; wrapped up in Cassian’s arms as he softly snored against you, hand tightly holding onto yours and legs tangled together. You eased out of his grasp, careful not to disturb him and lent against the headboard with a sigh. Usually, you would wake the next morning, offer a small smile, then get on with your day, Rhys’ absence still a clear focus for you all. However, lately you had found yourself letting your mind drift more and more, especially in moments like these where Cassian was still beside you and the bubble you lost yourselves in was yet to be broken.

Each and every time you hated yourself for it, guilt taking over until you forcefully pushed the thoughts away, but you couldn’t help but think that, at some point, you all needed to continue your lives and break away from the standstill existence you had been in since Amarantha took over.

You would never say it out loud, but as the years went on, you had lost all hope of ever getting Rhys back. And if that were the case, and as much as you wished it weren’t, at some point you had to start living for yourselves again. Deep down, in the dark and quiet moments when you awoke and the house was fast asleep, you knew exactly what you wanted that life to look like.

You let out another sigh and looked at Cassian, softly brushing some stray hair away from his face and taking the time to really study his sleep-softened features. You hadn’t meant for it to get this far, but after centuries of friendship, and now the years of intimacy you had shared, the love you felt for Cassian had grown and taken form into a whole different avenue of affection. You were in love with him. You loved him and your heart ached at the thought of it because if you allowed yourself this one bit of happiness into your life, the solidarity and support that Cassian provided, then you couldn’t help but think of it as forgetting about Rhys and the torture he had been enduring whilst you were slowly and deeply falling head over heels with one of your best friends.

The worst part of it was that you were certain Cassian felt the same way about you. The way he held you and touched you, the words he whispered into your ear as you were both tangled, panting messes and then the dazed murmurings that were uttered into the silence afterwards, the longing glances he would give you when the others weren’t looking…

What had started as a desperate distraction and pure, physical need had grown into something so much more meaningful and intimate. And yet you both refused to acknowledge that it was anything other than sex as a means to cope with the instability in your lives.

“Hey,” You hadn’t realised Cassian had stirred, his gruff, sleep-filled voice tearing you away from your thoughts.

“Y/N?” Your expression pulled in confusion at the sudden worry in his voice as he sat up and grasped your hand. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

It wasn’t until his fingers were reaching up to brush away the tears on your cheeks that you realised you had been silently crying.

“I… I don’t know.” You said with a slight sniffle.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Cassian pulled you into his lap, your head resting on his chest as he pressed kisses to the top of your head and rubbed soothing patterns across your back. The unfairness of the situation had you stifling a small sob, Cassian’s embrace reminding you of exactly what you were missing.

“Want to talk about it?” He murmured into your hair, followed by another kiss.

Whether it was the build-up of emotions or your complete and utter exhaustion, you didn’t know and didn’t care. You sat up in Cassian’s arms, desperately looking for any form of confirmation that what you were about to say wouldn’t ruin everything, then took a deep breath.

“This…whatever this is between us, I can’t keep doing it. Not how it is now,” You were too caught up to notice the heartbroken expression that flashed across his face.

Cassian had willingly fallen into this arrangement and would happily continue to do so if it meant he could pretend, even for just a few hours a day, that you were his, and he was yours. There had always been a part of him that had been completely and utterly in love with you. And then when he found out Rhys had been trapped by Amarantha, his emotions had been a surging mess, so he acted on instinct and a selfish need for the upmost form of comfort and risked it all by kissing you. Now the thought that this one bit of joy he allowed himself was being ripped away, another thing he would be losing, sent his heart racing as he waited for the final blow of your words.

“It hurts too much.” You continued, looking down at your intertwined hands before pulling away.

Cassian looked up at you in confusion, “What hurts too much?”

“This. Us,” A shaky laugh escaped you as you gestured to the empty space between you, throwing all caution to the wind as you said, “I can’t keep pretending that this isn’t anything more than a distraction. Not when I have fallen so deeply in love with you that the thought of never…”

You were cut off by Cassian all but picking you up and kissing you with such passion that you couldn’t stop your toes from curling or the small whimper that escaped your throat.

“You love me?” His voice was breathless and gravelly, barely above a whisper. You opened your eyes, his forehead rested against yours, eyes squeezed shut as though trying to hold onto the moment.

“Yes.”

A joyful laugh sounded from him and reverberated through you as his lips found yours again, tongue trailing along your bottom lip before you parted them for him.

Your mind was racing yet you couldn’t form a coherent thought, pulling away in a desperate attempt to catch your breath.

“Good.”

“Cass?”

“Good. Because I have loved you since we first met and I can’t lose you, not now.”

You grinned at him before pulling his face down to meet yours and slamming your lips to his. You had thought that maybe, just maybe, he had been starting to feel something that was more than friendship too. But the idea of him loving you for that long made your heart skip a beat and had butterflies fluttering up a storm in your stomach.

“I feel horrible,” You admitted, quick to clarify at the affronted look Cassian gave you. “It just feels wrong, like we’re betraying Rhys. We don’t…we don’t even know if he is alive, Cass. I want this, with you, more than anything. But it doesn’t feel right while everything is so…” You trailed off, unable to meet his gaze as Cassian watched you with a look of contemplation.

“So we don’t say anything. We can keep it between us, at least for now. We’ve gotten this far without the others asking questions. I love you, so much, and as much as I want everyone to know, I get what you mean. So we don’t say anything until we get him back. And we will get him back, I know we will. Alright?" You nodded; eyes wide as you grasped his calloused hands in yours.

“Besides, I basically sleep here every night anyway. Nothing will really change between us, just that I can now tell you and show you that I love you, instead of having to force the words down every time you so much as look at me.” A blush spread across your cheeks at his words and the wink that followed, but you didn’t care to hide it, instead simply giving him a dazzling smile that sent his heart racing.

He pulled you in for another kiss, murmuring “I love you” as he guided you back down onto the mattress.

“I love you too—" But a loud yawn escaped your mouth, cutting off the rest of your words and sending you into a small fit of giggles.

“Alright, we’ll continue this tomorrow,” Cassian now laughed with you. “Come on, it’s late. Get some sleep.”

You wrapped your arms around him, nuzzling your face into his chest, the comforting and familiar scent had you drifting off in a matter of minutes.

*****

Cassian had been right, not a lot in your dynamic had changed over the years after that night, other than the giddying comfort of knowing that he was yours, and you were his. You weren’t foolish enough to think that the others hadn’t picked up on the slight shift, especially when Cassian had waltzed out of your room one morning only to come face to face with Azriel. You just assumed that they thought you were sleeping together, nothing more.

Then when Rhys returned, you had been, obviously, overjoyed. Not wanting to bombard him with too much on his first night back, you and Cassian had decided later that night once you were back in your room, to hold off on saying anything about your relationship until Rhys had settled back in.

Then everything else had happened.

The arrival of Feyre and her sisters. Hybern and the cauldron. The war and near fatal injuries spread throughout your tight-knit group. It was all too much.

You and Cassian had been discussing back and forth for months: do you tell them or keep hiding it. Ultimately, keeping your relationship secret is what you always landed on. Honestly, you weren’t sure if you were just finding excuses at this point to keep yourselves in your happy little bubble when so much threated to burst it.

Initially, you hadn’t wanted to rub your relationship in Rhys’ face when he was so clearly pining after Feyre who wanted nothing to do with him. Then their mating bond clicked, and you didn’t want to take away or overshadow their happiness with your own. The threat from Hybern felt like you would be playing with fire; if the King of Hybern found out… it was too great a risk when your enemies could use it against you.

Between it all, you still found time to be together; not once did the love you felt for one another falter. But with each excuse, and with each passing month, the decision wore on you more and more.

And then Rhys asked Cassian to take on Nesta.

You felt for her, you really did, but the time and energy Cassian put into helping her had a pit forming in your stomach. At the end of each day, when you were tucked tightly into his chest and his sweet nothings were whispered across your bare skin, you felt silly for ever thinking that he was losing interest in you. Yet, that feeling lingered just that little bit longer with each passing day and with each moment spent away from him when he was, instead, occupied with her.

*****

You had been away in the Summer Court the night that Nesta had hallucinated about being back in the cauldron. After you finished reporting to Rhys upon your return the following night, he had told you what had happened with her silver flames and how Cassian had managed to bring her out of it. With worry for all of them, you got back to the House of Wind as soon as you could but couldn’t find Cassian, Azriel, or Nesta anywhere. It wasn’t until later when you were getting ready for bed that there was a knock on your bedroom door. What you didn’t expect was to find Cassian on the other side of it, you weren’t sure why he suddenly decided to start knocking on the door to the room you had shared for the past 50 years.

With a quizzical look you pulled him inside the room and lent up on your toes to press a soft kiss to his lips that had him instantly wrapping his arms around your frame to pull you in tighter against him.

“I missed you,” he murmured against your skin, trailing lingering kisses down your neck that had a soft moan escaping you.

“I missed you. Rhys told me what happened here, are you alright? Is Nesta?”

Cassian pulled back, pressing another kiss to your lips then the tip of your nose before grabbing your hands and leading you to the couch by the fireplace.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” You remained silent, your doubt erupting in you as you waited for him to continue with bated breath. “We moved her to a closer room, next door to our, your, room, so that if something like that happens again one of us will know straight away.”

Cassian pulled back slightly, studying your features as though waiting for a reaction. You expression remained impassive; you could feel the other shoe about to drop and wanted him to tell you without beating around the bush.

“But,” He sighed, lifting your hand up and pressing a kiss to it, “I think, just for now, at least until things calm down a bit, I should go back to sleeping in my old room.”

“No.”

“Y/N – “

“No, Cassian,” You were shaking your head at him, not caring if you sounded needy or whiny or any of it. “This is the only time we can just be us. It’s already hard enough with keeping it a secret from everyone, I can’t lose this.”

“We decided, together, to keep this between us, there’s too much going on. And I don’t think Nesta will appreciate hearing us through the walls…” You cut him off with a scoff.

“Are you fucking serious, Cass? Are you worried about everyone finding out, or are you worried about Nesta finding out?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I never get to see you because you’re always with her. And now, because of her again, everything that our relationship is needs to go on hold? It’s not fair that after 50 years all I get is a few hours at the end of the day and to be kept your secret from everyone we care about.” You spat the word, all your emotions and fears finally bubbling over, however irrational they may be, but you had had enough.

“Sweetheart, we agreed that it’s for the best that we keep this between ourselves – “

“Well, I don’t agree anymore, Cass. I don’t want it like this. And don’t condescend me.” Your voice had a sharp snap to it. You needed something. Needed something other than the heartbreak that you could feel fast approaching; and a fight sounded like the next best thing.

“I’m not being condescending,” You could sense Cassian’s temper rising. “You can’t suddenly be angry because you’ve changed your mind without saying anything to me. And Nesta has nothing to do with this, it’s for...”

But the rest of his words became a blur at the sudden, incessant tug that pulled at your chest; that pulled you towards the male in front of you.

He was your mate.

Cassian was your mate.

You couldn’t do this, not now when you were in the middle of a fight. Not when Cassian didn’t even seem to be aware – or seem to care, a small voice taunted – of what had just happened. You needed to get away from him, to calm down and think before it could get even more out of hand.

“Cassian, just… Whatever, it’s fine. I’m tired, so just go back to your room, okay? We’ll figure the rest out later. I’m just…tired.” You finished lamely, voice cracking slightly as you watched him look you over, his frustration still evident, before walking out and loudly shutting the door behind him.

You slumped down, holding your knees to your chest as the sobs began. You had thought, had hoped, that Cassian was your mate. But this wasn’t how it was meant to go. Not mid-fight, with him having no idea of the bond’s existence while telling you he no longer wants to share your bed.

Having been so caught up in your thoughts and the overflooding emotions, you missed the flickering of shadows that darted around you. Moments later there was another knock on your door. Wiping your eyes, you called out in a chocked voice, “come in,” assuming it was Cassian.

Instead, Azriel quickly opened the door, closing it just as fast, before taking in the sight before him and making his way over to you.

“Y/N?” You could only sniffle in response, gratefully leaning against his side when his arm wrapped around you. “You alright?”

You remained silent for a few minutes, focusing on Azriel’s comforting hand brushing up and down your arm as you worked to control your breathing and halt your tears.

“I’m fine.” Your voice was hoarse and not at all convincing.

“Want to try that again?” You sent your elbow into his ribs, making the Shadowsinger chuckle before pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head.

With a sigh he asked, “This has nothing to do with the fact that Cassian is suddenly sleeping in his room for the first time in, what? 50 years?”

You gaped up at your friend in shock and at a loss for words.

“You knew?

“Of course I knew. I live here too, remember? As subtle as you might think you’re being, I’ve got these,” His shadows danced around, reminding you that it was stupid to even entertain the idea that Azriel wouldn’t know.

“Oh,” A fresh set of tears filled your eyes and you stared intently into the flickering fire.

“Can you please take me to the town house? I don’t… I can’t be here.” Despite the late hour, you knew he would do anything for you in a heartbeat. While you and Cassian had been friends for decades before anything more had happened, you and Az had been close from the start, instant friends as soon as you had met.

“Of course.”

He waited for you by your bedroom door as you pulled together a small bag of your belongings, not knowing when you would be back.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

You didn’t turn to give the room that held so many memories a final glance as you shut the door behind you and followed Azriel out onto the balcony.

*****

Thankfully, the town house was dark and empty when you arrived, giving you the space and silence to process your thoughts and feelings. You had thanked Azriel for flying you over and had said a quick goodnight before you walked inside and headed upstairs.

Sitting on your bed, you vacantly stared at the wall, lost in thought as the minutes ticked by. You jumped at the sudden dip of the mattress beside you, only to find Azriel sitting there fixing you with a look of concern, a steaming cup of tea extended towards you.

“Thanks,” You murmured, taking a sip and revelling in the slight burn as the liquid went down your throat. “I thought you went home.”

“Not yet. Didn’t want to leave you alone like this.” There was a beat of silence before, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,”

You let out a weary sigh, content on sitting in silence but your thoughts quickly became too much, and you found yourself blurting out, “He’s my mate.”

Azriel whipped around to face you, shock coating his features.

“What? They didn���t tell you?” You gestured to the shadows that skittered around him with a sad smile.

“For how long? I thought you were just sleeping together.” He trailed off, giving you an uncharacteristically sheepish expression as you let out a somewhat bitter laugh.

“It started that way, when Rhys…left,” You whispered, revelling in finally telling someone even though it may well be over. “It was a distraction from the shit show that was going on, but then it just kept happening.” Azriel remained silent, letting you talk.

“A few years in, I realised I had fallen in love with him,” you voice cracked but you kept going, “Then he told me he loved me too. Said he had for a while.”

Azriel chuckled lightly, “That’s an understatement. He was infatuated with you from the moment you met. I knew something was going on or something had at least happened when he suddenly stopped talking to me about you whenever you weren’t there.”

Tears rolled down your cheeks at his words, but with a look and a comforting squeeze of his hand, you let out a shuddering breath and continued, “That was five years into Rhys being gone, and we’ve been together ever since.”

“Five years into… But Y/N, how? That means for over 45 years, the two of you have been…” You sniffed as he put the math together and watched as his eyes widened at the realisation. “How come you never told us?”

“We felt guilty that we found some type of happiness together when Rhys was trapped – “

“He wouldn’t have cared. He would have been happy for you; for both of you” Azriel interjected.

“I know,” You smiled sadly, “But it just didn’t feel right. And then he got back, and everything with Feyre and Hybern happened – it was never the right time.”

You could tell he was still confused, hurt even, about the two of you keeping your relationship private for so long, but he didn’t push you.

“I don’t know how I missed it.” He said, seemingly to himself.

“You only half missed it,” You joked, nudging his arm to try to ease the tension in the room. “We tried to act the same, things were just different when we were alone.”

“When did you realise you were mates?” You inhaled sharply, your earlier fight rushing back to you.

“Tonight. We were arguing and I just felt this tug and knew. He doesn’t know – at least I don’t think he knows.” You voiced your doubts, the weight of them getting the better of you.

“If he knew, he would refuse to leave your side. It just hasn’t snapped into place for him yet.” You gave your friend an appreciative smile and lent your head on his shoulder.

“I’m so tired.”

“Go to sleep. I’ll come back in the morning to check on you. You’re alright here?”

“Thanks Az.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before leaving the room; leaving you alone to finally mull over the fight, your emotions, and the fact that Cassian was your mate.

*****

“What’s up with you?” Mor plopped into the seat beside you, handing you a glass of wine that you gratefully took.

“Nothing,” You quickly murmured as the others traipsed into the dining room. You were aware of Cassian edging towards you and held in a sigh of relief when Azriel suddenly appeared in the seat on your other side.

It had been a week since you left the House of Wind to stay at the town house. A week since your fight with Cassian when you realised exactly what he was to you. Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eye. Despite his best efforts to get you alone over the past few days, you conveniently managed to slip away every time. Tonight’s family dinner was the closest you had been to him all week, the realisation only making your longing for him even more dire – especially now that you were aware of that insistent tug that pulled you towards him.

Dinner was no different to how it usually went, except for the fact that you hardly said a word, opting to keep your eyes focused on the food in front of you. You were so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice that Cassian also didn’t utter a single word throughout the meal, the only difference between you both was that his eyes were fixed on you, not his plate.

You jumped up as soon as everyone had finished eating, wanting to help clear the plates so you could get out and go home as soon as possible, not wanting to prolong the night for any longer than it needed to be. Too bad for you, Cassian was acutely attuned to your movements and jumped out of his seat seconds after to help in a desperate attempt to have at least one moment to talk to you.

Filling the sink with hot, soapy water, you sensed, rather than saw, Cassian follow you into the kitchen, body tensing up as he silently walked to your side. You worked in silence, scrapping dishes, washing plates, drying, and putting away. Cassian’s eyes were fixed on you, brows furrowing further with every passing moment you continued to ignore him.

“Y/N,” His voice was quiet, unsure. So different to his usual tone that it had you involuntarily turning to face him. Your heart stammered in your chest, the longing and hurt and confusion that had been tearing you apart in your time away from him threatened to burst as you finally met his hazel stare. “Are you… Are we okay? You just left and I had to find out from Az that you’re staying at the town house and now you can barely even look at me.”

His words came out hurried, frantic, as though if he spoke any slower you would disappear. Guilt flooded you at the hurt you found in his eyes, but your anger was still very much present, the lingering fear of him choosing Nesta over you held too strong for you to succumb to those feelings of guilt.

“I just need some time.” Voice barely above a whisper, you inwardly cursed as your vision blurred over with tears.

“Time for what? Y/N I don’t know what’s going on–”

“You both okay?”

Neither you nor Cassian heard Azriel approach, both turning to gape at your friend who hesitantly stood in the doorway.

“Fine. Just fine.” You pushed past him on your way out, not giving Cassian a second glance as you entered the spacious loungeroom to say goodnight to everyone. A few moments later the pair walked in after you, you missed the loaded glances they shared, not privy to the hurried conversation they had after you left the kitchen where Cassian had all but begged Azriel to intervene, to allow him the chance to finally talk to you.

“Hey, Y/N?” You turned to look expectantly at Azriel. “Did you still need me to fly you up to the House of Wind for that book?”

“Oh. Yeah, if that’s alright?” In your rush to get away the night you left you had forgotten to pack the next book you had been planning to read.

“Does tonight work? If you’re just about to head off…”

“Sure, I was just going to go…home.” Your voice trailed at the end, willing the blush away as you kept your head held high. You felt as though you didn’t know what home was anymore.

“Great, Cassian was just about to leave as well. He’ll take you up there.” With a clap to Cassian’s shoulder, Azriel sauntered over to where Rhys and Amren were talking, brushing off their questioning glances as he pointedly ignored you, allowing no room for dispute.

“Oh…”

“Is that alright?” You tensed at Cassian’s voice, glancing over your shoulder to find his wary eyes on you. It wasn’t like you could say no, it was not alright, without making a scene. You would be having words with Azriel the next time you saw him; judging by the slight smirk he was wearing, he seemed to assume just as much.

“Erm, yes. If that’s okay?” Cassian simply nodded before gesturing to the front door and, after another quick goodbye to everyone, you found yourselves outside. Another fumbled moment, then you were held tightly in Cassian’s arms with the rush of the crisp night air and an uncomfortable silence engulfing you both as he flew you towards the House of Wind.

You couldn’t stand the awkwardness. It had never been like this between the two of you and you hated that this is what it had come to. The relationship you shared, whether that be friendship or more, it had always come so naturally. Now you were faced with a stilted, tense atmosphere, not quite knowing what to say or where you stood. Then there had been the fight. Sure, you had argued before, after decades of knowing each other, you were bound to come into some disagreements along the way. But you had never had a fight like this, where you had both been so riled up, fuming at the other to the point where you had both stormed away and then not spoken for days. You hated it.

So caught up in your thoughts, you missed the slight detour Cassian was taking you on, only noticing once you were placed back on your feet and found yourself in the middle of the training ring, rather than the usual balcony that led into the house itself.

“What…”

“We’re hashing this out. Right now.”

“You want to…fight?”

“What?” Cassian did a double take, as if just connecting the location with why you would think that. “No, I don’t want to fight. That’s the problem, we are fighting. This just seemed like the most private place to work things out.”

You eyed him hesitantly, not knowing what you wanted your next step to be, especially when the urge to wrap your arms around him and inhale the scent that was so him, the scent that had become home, was so strong.

“So, words or swords?” Your eyes snapped to Cassian as he fiddled with the one of the discarded swords you usually sparred with.

Words

You wanted words. To talk this all out and be done with it, whichever way that turned out to be. But then an image flashed across your mind; an image of Cassian standing up here with Nesta, hands guiding her into the correct form, fingers shifting along her own to straighten her hold on the blade…

Without a single word, you walked to where Cassian was and hauled your own blade up.

“Okay then.” There was a slight smirk on Cassian’s face as he followed behind you into the centre of the training ring. The quirk of his eyebrow was all you needed before you were moving towards him, swords meeting with a clash that pierced the night.

You didn’t think about the moves you were making, giving way to centuries of refined and well-practiced instinct. Cassian was stronger, you knew he would hold out for longer, but you were well matched for now. Both of your foreheads started to sheen in sweat, pants of exertion echoed alongside the clank and clash of swords, and as you moved around and against one another, you finally let out all of your pent-up emotions until you had nothing left.

“I can’t…I can’t do this anymore.” You gasped before dropping the sword and falling to your knees, tears streamed down your face at the sudden emotional outlet. Cassian was by your side in an instant, his sword dropped to the ground in a ricochetting crash.

“Y/N,” His voice was alert, on-edge, eyes dancing over you as he tried to work out what was wrong. “Are you hurt?” The frantic tone now had sobs racking from your chest, shaking your head you surged forward, wrapping your arms around his neck as you cried and cried and cried. Without a second thought, Cassian had his arms around you, pulling you into his lap as he softly caressed your back and whispered soothing words into your ear.

He stayed silent, giving you the time and space to calm down and filter through your thoughts. Not once rushing you or demanding answers after a week of uncertainty.

“I’m sorry, Cass. I’m so fucking sorry, for everything. I just…” At least you managed to get a few words out before you were overcome with tears once again. You weren’t sure what they were for at this point with so many thoughts and scenarios racing through your head: the fight, Cassian being your mate, Cassian getting close with Nesta, Cassian leaving you, Cassian leaving you for Nesta, and then you being forced to watch them be together, knowing you couldn’t stand the thought of him not being in your life, in whatever capacity you were granted.

“Shhh,” He soothed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he softly rocked you back and forth. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

With a deep breath, you nodded against his chest in an attempt to compose yourself. Noting in the position you were in, you could have laughed if you weren’t feeling so empty and deflated; this is how you had both gotten into this in the first place, all those years ago when you thought you would never see Rhys again – both of you with your arms around each other, crying and saying everything was going to be okay. Only this time, you weren’t so sure if the strength of your relationship would hold.

“Please, talk to me, Y/N. What’s going through that head of yours.”

You couldn’t take not knowing what was going to happen any longer. So with a final sniffle, you leant back, sitting on the ground beside him and pulling your knees up to your chest as you held your arms tightly around yourself.

“I don’t know where to start…”

“What about when you decided you wanted the others to know?” There was no malice in his voice, only gentle concern that prodded you to continue.

“I’ve always wanted the others to know,” You ignored Cassian’s slight indignation, “But it was never the right time, what with everything that was happening then, and everything that’s happened since. It felt like the right decision at the time, it felt safe. It was nice knowing that this was just for us when so much was going wrong. But I want to be with you outside of our room. I want to be able to hold your hand and walk through Velaris, kiss you in front of our friends, not pretend that you don’t mean the world to me, because you do Cassian.”

He remained quiet, letting you talk and giving you the space to get everything off your chest but the lingering presence of his hand drawing soothing circles across your back had you feeling grounded. “I love you and the thought of losing you has been tearing me apart.” You winced at the tremor in your voice, gaze fixed on the ground in front of you.

You didn’t dare mention the fact that you were mates. Not yet. He deserved the chance to properly say what needed to be said, without the cauldron’s interference tying him down if he did, in fact, want to leave.

“Why do you think you’re losing me?” Cassian’s voice was quiet and contemplative, as though processing everything you had said but not quite connecting the dots. The kiss to the side of your head had you inhaling a shaky breath and you forced yourself to will away the tears that threatened to spill.

“We’ve been so distant lately; we never get to see each other. And, look, I know it’s for Rhys, but I’m away all the time, and you’re always with Nesta. Then the other night when you said you didn’t want to share our room anymore, and that you were afraid she would find out… I don’t know, I guess it all just became too much.” You could feel his eyes on you but the blush burning your cheeks had you refusing to meet his gaze.

A moment later, Cassian softly said, “I never said I didn’t want to share a room with you, believe me, I want to spend every moment I can with you–” You made a noise of protest, but Cassian gently shushed you before continuing. “But Rhys and Feyre need Nesta to be okay and he’s given that job to me. I should’ve spoken to you about it first or explained it better when I said I was going to sleep in my old room. But you saw what Nesta was like before we got her up here, I didn’t think her seeing, or hearing, us together would be all that helpful – especially when she was using sex as a way to cope with everything.”

“Oh…” You felt stupid. Stupid and selfish and completely undeserving of the amazing, considerate male beside you.

“And,” Cassan continued with a playful nudge of his shoulder, “You have no idea how much I want everyone to know about us. No idea how hard it has been to not tell everyone that this amazing, brilliant, strong, kind female is mine. And just how hard it has been seeing other males so much as look at you without being able to say anything to them.”

You still couldn’t tear your eyes from the ground in front of you, but Cassian noticed the soft smile tugging at your lips.

“Cauldron, if you want, I can fly us back to the River House right now. We can tell everyone exactly what’s been going on, you can kiss me in front of all of our friends then we can go into Velaris, I’ll even let you hold my hand as we walk around.” Another playful nudge had you softly chuckling, eyes finally darting over to look at Cassian. Your heart faltered at the expression on his face, the complete love and adoration that laced his features as he watched you, his own mouth pulling into a smile at the laugh he managed to pull from you.

“Yeah?” Your voice was still slightly hoarse from your previous tears, but it was a touch lighter. You felt lighter.

“Yeah.” Cassian stretched his legs out in front of him, wrapping one arm around your waist as he pulled you closer to him, leaning back on the other.

Still, some doubt lingered. It couldn’t be this easy. Things were never this easy.

“So, you’re not going to leave me?” You couldn’t remember the last time you felt shy in front of him, and you hated yourself for asking, hated that he might think you weak, needy, pathetic – the words raced around, threatening to send you into a panic.

“Never,” That one word had you relaxing immediately. “You would have to force me to leave you, and even then… I’m not going aware, Sweetheart.”

You could have melted at his words. You swore you did as you leant against him, letting out a small sigh of relief, a breath you had been holding for days, weeks, months.

“Y/N?” His voice sent a shiver down your spine, the words whispered into your ear as his breath fanned across your skin. “Can I please kiss you now?”

You tilted your head up to face him, a small smile gracing your features as he slanted his lips over your own and you immediately felt as though you had returned home.

Pulling away all too quickly, your lips desperately chased his, only to receive a playful peck in response before Cassian was helping you to your feet.

“Come on,”

“Cass?” You laugh was laced with confusion, yet you followed him anyway, watching as he picked up the discarded sparring swords and placing them back alongside the others.

“What? We’ve got some news to share,” He stole another quick kiss as he laced your hands together.

“Now?”

“Yes now,” He mocked with a playful grin, “I don’t want to waste another moment, especially when it has you feeling as though–”

The abrupt stop to Cassian’s words had the smile slipping from your face as you took in his wide eyes and startled expression.

“Cassian, what’s wrong?”

“Y/N… You’re…” He let out a disbelieving laugh as he continued to stare at you, drinking in every feature, every miniscule detail and expression that crossed your face. Turning your head, you tried to look around for the cause of his sudden change in demeanour, only to be met with gentle, yet calloused, hands cupping your face, urging you to meet his gaze before his lips were pressed over yours again.

Despite the confusion, you gratefully accepted and leant into the kiss, relaxing as his arms draped around your waist and as you let your fingers travel up his neck before tangling into his hair. Cassian was breathing heavily when he pulled away, you could hear the pounding of his heart as he pressed his forehead against yours. His eyes remained tightly shut, the feel of his lashes fluttering across your skin sent your own heart fluttering in response.

Then he mumbled something incoherently; too quiet and smothered for you to even begin to comprehend.

“Hmm?” You asked, pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth as you ran your fingers through his hair.

Another murmur had you pulling away, eyebrows furrowing as you took in his dumbfounded expression and the way his eyes were still tightly shut. But there was now a smile tugging at his lips.

“Cass?”

“Mate. You’re my mate.” His eyes snapped open, revealing complete, utter joy as he stared at you with wonder and bewilderment.

Oh. Right.

“And you’re my mate.” At least you didn’t have to keep this to yourself any longer.

Cassian tilted his head as he processed your reaction and the way your lips spread into a soft, loving smile.

“You knew. You already knew.” Although his voice was laced with exasperation, his face held nothing but love and giddy excitement, eyes bright as he met yours. You sent a wave of affirmation down the newly linked bond, watching with joy as Cassian’s eyes lit up even further at the sensation. You knew you were grinning just as stupidly back at him when you felt a tug of your own filled with nothing but love.

The two of you stood there grinning and staring at one another as though seeing the other in a new light. Then you were both moving, arms a flurry as they desperately wrapped around the other, lips meeting in a loving and passionate kiss that only intensified with each tug that raced down the bond, igniting the need for more, so much more.

A gentle tap from Cassian and you were quick to jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist as his arms held you tightly against him. Through the kisses and moans and soft sighs, somehow Cassian found himself moving, walking the two of you to the door that would lead you inside and to your room.

“Wait,” You pulled back, gasping for air as you leant your forehead against his, legs still tightly wrapped around his middle. Cassian was panting just as heavily, waiting on your every move and word. “Kitchen.”

The suggestive grin he shot you went straight to your core, the feeling only amplified as he attached his lips to your neck. “I think I like where this is heading,” A soft moan sounded in the back of your throat as he tugged on your earlobe, then he was walking again, albeit very quickly, towards the kitchen, his lips back on yours.

“No, idiot,” Another moan had your breathless words halting immediately. “Food.”

Now Cassian pulled away, looking at you through the haze of love and lust, now tainted by a hint of confusion.

“Food,” You continued, pressing a kiss to his lips before trailing along his jaw and returning the favour with a tug on his earlobe. “For the mating bond.”

You felt Cassian’s body tense against you, “You’re going to accept it?”

“Yes…” you said tentatively, not quite understanding the need for his question because what other answer was there?

The intensity in which he kissed you had him stumbling back a few steps, arms wrapping even tighter around you to keep you in his arms.

“Did you think I wouldn’t?” Your gaze softened as you took in his uncertain expression, as you felt it through the bond.

“No, I don’t know. I just thought… I mean, you’re… Do you really want to be tied to a bastard-born Illy…” You cut his words off with a sharp look and a deep kiss that conveyed exactly what you thought of what he had just implied. Then you were sending every ounce of love and affection that you could muster towards him, heart melting as his expression changed and with the way he looked at you whilst processing the raw, vulnerability of the emotions surging down the bond.

You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, barely more than a lingering peck before saying, “Please can you let me give you some food now? I’ve been keeping this in all week.”

“All week? You’ve known about this since…”

“It snapped during our fight,” You shrugged, not wanting to relive it now that you had finally reached this point.

It was Cassian’s turn to pull you into a tender kiss before you found yourself overwhelmed by the new sensation of his emotions landing right above your heart.

“I think we can hold off on telling the others for just a little bit longer.”

“I think you’re absolutely right,” You tapped his arm gently and he placed you back onto your feet. Lacing your fingers with his, you pulled him into the kitchen and made him take a seat while you went about putting a plate of food together.

“Besides,” You continued, suddenly remembering Azriel’s involvement, “Az already knows. So I’m sure the others have put the pieces together by now and will steer clear for a few days.”

“A few weeks more like.” You grinned at the slight growl in his voice and the hunger in his eyes as his gaze remained fixed on you.

“Here,” Your voice was almost breathless, stomach fluttering with excitement and nerves as you pushed the plate towards him. Cassian briefly glanced down at it then, with a look of well-honed restraint, he slowly stood and walked over to you, pulling you in for a kiss as he murmured, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Without tearing his eyes away from you, Cassian reached across the table for the plate, eating everything on it as you remained transfixed on one another, basking in the feeling of the bond you shared growing stronger and stronger until, at last, everything felt as though it had finally fallen into place.

***** Thanks for reading 🥰

[dontfearrr]

Best friends father

Heavily based on best friends brother from victorious lmfao. But this is a very funny request that you can find here

(gif not mine:)

Pairing: Thranduil x Elf!reader

Summary: Legolas and Thranduil have no idea of each others roles in your life

Warnings: none

Category: fluff, fluff, and more fluff

Word count: 1.6k

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Twisting branches hovered high above her and all around her, whistles of the wind through the trees lingered through her ears like an eerie song sung just for her. She glanced around the path, knowing he was out there somewhere, he played this game with her all the time. However this time she was determined to win it. She felt chills crawl up her spine and she nocked an arrow in the blink of an eye, turning her body and releasing the arrow further up.

He felt the brush of the arrow graze his arm and he knew she had won. He swung from branch to branch and landed in front of her on his two feet, she watched his hair fall down back into place perfectly and she giggled, crossing her arms. “You know what, I'll give that one to you. I'm impressed.” He swung his bow back over his shoulder.

“Legolas it is quite rude to underestimate a lady” She told the white haired elf who stared down at her in amusement. “Sorry…if i'm not mistaken, i've won every single time, until now. So I think it was fair” Legolas joked back, only poking at you playfully.

She’d known Legolas for a good thousand years by now, they met during a trading with Imladris and since then they were glued together at the hip. Best friends some would say but if you asked her, she'd tell you he's some silly dumb ass who doesn't know how to handle his elven wine. 

“You just insist on making sure i know you're better than me.'' She gave him a playful eyeroll and began their walk back to the main palace, knowing they both have duties to tend to. “I assume once we return you'll be going off with your mystery lover?” Legolas teased, knowing lately she'd been quite infatuated and busied with her new asset. He was glad she had finally found someone in her life, he felt like a proud brother. (the irony im so sorry)

“You'd be correct, elf boy. Hopefully he's feeling extra nice today..” She teased, knowing Legolas hated hearing the descriptive details of their relationship. 

Legolas groaned in agony and shook his head at her suggestive and very unnecessary comment. “I have never met a more interesting creature.” He used his index finger to push at her shoulder jokingly as they approached the main gates. She gave him a playful smile and chuckled to herself as the guards let them into the kingdom.

“Farewell my friend, late nightfall?” Legolas spoke as he began to walk in the opposite direction of her, waiting for her reply before he turned around. 

“Late nightfall it is! Don't miss me too much!” 

She bowed to him dramatically and watched him turn around and walk off, she did the same. Only she waited until he was completely out of her sight before she began walking to the palace, her head facing the ground to hide from onlookers. Not that it necessarily mattered, however she wouldn't appreciate it if someone decided to gossip to the prince of her private whereabouts. She made her way down the main hall to the throne room, the guards allowing her through with the command of the king. 

She saw him perched upon his beautiful throne, his autumn crown complimenting his head and his blinding white hair fell down his shoulders perfectly, not one hair out of place. He was always a sight to see no matter how many times she'd see him. 

He caught her scent long before she even entered the throne room, his head positioned downward at the elf that approached him, her sweet presence instantly making his whole body relax from its usual tense state.

 “It is more than a pleasure to see you here, for I have missed you dearly.” his deep voice boomed throughout the entire room as he stood up and began descending from the stairs to meet her at the bottom.

 “It was like trying to swat a fly from your drink trying to get rid of him” she chuckled and met him halfway, looking up at him while his arms wrapped around her waist tenderly, pulling her flush against his body in a warm embrace. He ran a hand down the back of her head, smoothing down her hair as he placed a kiss on her forehead. “He seems persistent” he said, a bit jealous of her other companion no matter how many times she would reassure him it's not like that, nor will it ever be.

She just gave him a feigned look of annoyance and brought a hand up to place on his cheek, her thumb caressing his cheekbone gently. “My dear Thranduil, soon you will see the silliness of your jealousy.” she teased him, knowing he hated being called out on his feelings. “Do you insist on making me miserable, my lady?” He gave her a heartfelt smile and placed a hand on her back, gesturing for her to go to the private doors, doors which only the king and prince were allowed to use. They were passages that lead to everything, just quicker and more discrete. 

Every day, Thranduil took her to a new place, slowly showing her every beauty Mirkwood had to offer. His love for her grew every day and only made him want to do anything for her, anything he could. Today he was taking her to the Amaranthine Garden, the specific flora only visible to the royals. He was sure you'd love it for it is one of the few ethereal gardens amongst the elves.

Legolas was speaking with a royal guard, telling them about this morning’s duties, sending him off to go inform the rest. Right before he was about to walk back to the main quarters he was stopped by a messenger who handed him an envelope, he looked on the back seeing it was addressed to Thranduil. He cursed these damned messengers for not just giving it directly to his father, that was something he would also discuss with his father when he gave this to him.

He entered the throne room and found it empty..how strange. He never left his throne around these times unless it was severely important. He searched the room a bit and even called out for him but there was silence. That was until he spotted the private corridors left cracked. He could see the light emitting from the small opening of the door and approached it, he opened it fully but saw no one. Yet he got a whiff of a very familiar scent mixed with his fathers. It made him a little uncomfortable, he was determined to get to the bottom of this, something was up. So down the halls he went, peeking inside every single room, basically sniffing his father out like a dog.

She had her hand around his back and her body pressed into his side while he held her close, showing her the garden and telling her all about the unique plants she'd never seen before. There wasn't a second of this moment where she didn't have a smile on her face as her beloved spoke so gently. 

Thranduil bent down at his knees and carefully picked a beautiful bunch of Rhododendrons, pulling a thread from his pocket and tying the flowers at the stem, holding it out for her. She felt like a princess when she was with him, he treated her with the utmost respect. She took the flowers from him and smiled kindly. “Thranduil you never fail to put a smile on my face, you know that?” She set the flowers in her satchel and placed her hands on his chest.

“I live and breathe to please you meleth nin. I thought it was quite obvious.”

She giggled at this and felt his hands sneak to her waist, caressing her like a teenage boy, until his head snapped in the direction of the door that led back inside. 

“What is my sweet?” she looked at him with quite the confused look until she heard a voice all too familiar.

“Well if it isnt y/n and her mystery lover.” Legolas stood before them with his arms crossed as if he just caught a child sneaking into the cookie jar. 

Her head fell to Thranduil's chest in defeat, knowing she'd been caught red handed. Thranduil however was utterly confused, he hadn't put the pieces together just yet. Legolas approached them and she pulled from Thranduil, meeting Legolas in front of them. She sighed and placed a hand on Legolas’ shoulder. “To be completely fair, you see why i didn't tell you” she joked and looked up to Thranduil. 

“Meet the best friend.” she spoke sheepishly with a weak smile and Thranduil just simply sighed in utter annoyance at this childish situation. “So you were able to keep both of our identities secret from each other, and this is how we find out? You never fail to surprise me little one” He placed a hand on her lower back and gave Legolas an unimpressed look. 

“I think you might find yourself with an arrow in your chest while you sleep tonight” Legolas playfully threatened. “That's if you wish to go blind, you'll find me cosying up with your father in a not so friendly manner.” She shot back, earning a chuckle from Thranduil and a gag from Legolas.

 “I curse you woman.” Legolas turned around to leave them. “And I curse you father, you'll be lucky if you don't find poison in your wine tonight” He said before leaving dramatically, leaving her and Thranduil to laugh amongst themselves. 

“I think that went great!” she tried weakly as Thranduil simply shook his head and continued their walk through the garden.

[4drianaaaa]

u meet hamzah outside at the back of the bar, u head out to get some air meanwhile he’s out there smoking, he offers u a cig and y’all have a heart to heart talk! at the end of the night you guys end up exchanging numbers, js an idea😇

I’ve been in Mexico for 4 days now and I haven’t been able to write I’m so sorry yall but I pinky swear I’m working on my fic 🥲 (also this is not spell checked I had to rush this small little blurb 💔)

SLOW BURN || Hamzahthefantastic

You looked at the disappointing message your friend had sent you as you were already seated down at the bar waiting for them to come. you couldn't help but storm out the nearest exit as you were bought to a very dark alley as you heard the spark of a lighter.

you saw light reflect onto a six-foot tall guy's face as you noticed his curly hair under his hat as a wind of smoke came out his mouth. you sighed as you took the last sip of your drink as you heard footsteps

"hey, you okay?" the same guy questioned as you crossed your arms, a little hesitant to speak to this really cute stranger.

"yeah I was just waiting for someone but they never showed up" you awkwardly laughed as he offered a cigarette "want one?" he questioned, you were fighting the fact that you were gonna get kidnapped right now but you couldn't say no. "Thanks" you placed the cig in between your lips as he lit it up for you "what are you doing here?" you asked as he smiled "I got tired third wheeling" he said as he blew smoke into the air "third wheeling huh? you don't have a girlfriend or maybe some girl you could have talked to right now in there?" you crossed your arms as he caught a glimpse of your features, "no one stood out to me" his eyes interlocked with yours. you noticed how satisfying his smile was to you, the way it was so contagious

"do you have a boyfriend?" he questioned as you decided to tease him a little

"maybe? why?" you smirked as he flicked the cig in between his fingers "what a jerk, he couldn't even come to accompany you?" he said as you laughed "I was joking" he rolled his eyes "whatever" his tongue poked the inside of his cheek "well I used to but It makes me sick talking about him" you blew the cigar out as you felt your anger getting a hold of you "now I'm curious" he said as he leaned closer to you "well he used to treat me really bad and he would always be so self-centered. I don't think he really ever loved me" you said lowly as you sat down at the nearby bench "how long ago was this?" he turned his head "like a couple months ago, but he moved. I don't know where but hopefully far away" you remembered all the ways he had hurt you as you felt your eyes pool up "I don't really know what told me to give him chances after chances but I'm glad I'm finally away from him" you sighed as a tear slid down your cheek as you felt his hand reach for your thigh as your hand rested on top of his “sorry to hear that, what an asshole really. Your to pretty to be treated like that.” he hissed as you wiped your eyes as you noticed his small comment about your appearance as you smiled. you looked over at his sincere smile and his lips, you noticed how he really had some sympathy to him.

“I never asked in the beginning but what’s your name?” He questioned “y/n.” “Hamzah” he handed you his phone “it’s okay if you don’t want to but you seem fun and honestly really pretty” he said as your face got warm again “Pretty huh?” you laughed as you gave him your contact “yes…don’t make me repeat my self y/n” he put his phone back in his pocket “I’m flattered” your sly smile made his knees weak. you both finally headed back into the bar to talk more.

[agentwhiskeysdarlin]

Making It Up To You

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x F!Reader

Rating: NSFW 18+ (minors dni)  

Warnings: Jack being the actual sweetest & a little shit, a dash of angst, the cutest banter, domestic bliss, all the surprise, cheesy romantic set up but we love it, the hottest smutty times, oral (female receiving), p in x sex, unprotected sex, gentle but fast sex

Word Count: 2.8k

Author’s Notes: Welp it has been awhile but I finally got a new fic written!!! Just in time for Valentines Day. I’ve had this idea planned for awhile now and it finally got done! As always massive thanks to @clint-aww-no-barton. If you want to be added or removed from my taglist please let me know! Also I am slowly going to be getting old fics on ao3 that haven’t made it yet. I am very sorry it has taken so long to get the ones not up done. It’s not the easiest thing to do. Thank you all and hopefully I am back!

ao3 link coming sometime…

  The evening was settling around you. The cool wind and the darkening light made you finally go inside. You’d spent a lot of the afternoon outside, reading and sipping on some wine. You’d done everything you could to distract yourself. As you stepped inside and looked around your empty home, you let out a sigh. The home felt so big and lonely without Jack here. You would think after all these years, and all the missions, you would be used to this by now. You would never get used to it. Most of the time it didn’t bother you, this badly, but given the date it felt worse. Your phone rang making you jump, as it pulled you back to reality. The corner of your mouth quirked up slightly at the sound of Jack’s ringtone, and the request for FaceTime.

  “There’s my girl. Happy Valentines Day darlin’!” Jack spoke with enthusiasm, a smile bright on his face.

  “Hi cowboy. Happy Valentines Day.” You tried to force a bright smile, but you knew he would see right through you.

  “What’s wrong?” His face fell and his brow furrowed.

  “I just miss you is all,” you spoke, your smile falling.

  You moved throughout the house, turning on lights and putting away your glass and wine.

  “I miss you too angel. And I really hate that I’m gone today. I fully intend to make this up to you.”

  There was a glint in his eye, and as you sat down on the couch you gave him a questioning look.

  “What are you up to Jack Daniels?”

  “You’ll see soon,” he smirked as he stood and moved somewhere else in his hotel room “Actually sooner than I thought. Like right about…”

  There was a knock at the door, and your head jerked that way, before looking back at Jack with confusion all over your face.

  “Now. Go answer the door darlin’.”

  “Okayyyy.”

  You pushed off the couch taking your phone, and therefore Jack, along with you. You opened your door to a pizza delivery man.

  “Your pizza ma’am.” He spoke with a smile that seemed knowing, as you gave him a smile, still confused.

  “Thank you. Hang on I’ll get you some money.”

  “It’s been taken care of. Have a good night.”

  “Oh? Well thank you. You as well,” you gave him a nod and shut the door as he turned to leave.

  You carefully took the pizza, and the other box that was sitting on top, to the island setting the phone up against them.

  “What’s this all about Jack?” You looked at him through the phone screen, desperately wishing he were here.

  “Well I thought we could have a little virtual Valentines Day date, since it’s the best we got. I even ordered the same thing, so it seemed like we were really together.”

  You could have cried as you looked at the man you loved. The thought he put behind so many things still took you by surprise. Any other man wouldn’t have done this, but Jack wasn’t like any other man.

  “Jack,” his name came off your lips, voice breaking slightly.

  “Now now none of that darlin’. Get you a drink and set me up so we’re across from each other.”

  You moved around the kitchen doing as he asked, grabbing some water and a plate, before sitting down at your dining room table. You pulled the vase of flowers from the middle of the table so they were across from you, and you gently propped your phone against it. Jack must have done something similar because now you seemingly sat across from each other.

  “Now let’s eat!” Jack rubbed his hands together, and you giggled before you grabbed a piece of pizza and some cheesy bread.

  Jack and yourself fell into casual talk about each other’s day. You asked him questions about the mission and he shared what he could. He asked you had done while he was away this time. You laughed softly with how well he knew you. Always ready with a list of things to do while he was gone. Finally you both finished and you sat back, full.

  “That was amazing. Thank you for dinner Jack,” you smiled softly.

  “You never have to thank me for that darlin’. Now you want to watch a movie or we could do something else?”

  “Honestly I would like to just enjoy you and your company. If that’s okay?” You asked suddenly worried you might have ruined more of his plan.

  “That’s perfectly okay angel. After dinner I was leaving the rest up to you.”

  “Okay. I didn’t want to ruin any more sneaky plans you might have had.”

  “You don’t ruin anything angel. I’ve had my shower already but I am going to get comfy if you would like to join me.”

  “Jack are you trying to get me naked?” You asked with a smirk, as you walked the house, making sure the doors were locked before going to your shared bedroom.

  “Is it working?” You could hear his smirk, even though he was off camera getting clothes.

  “Well I do have to, in order to put on pjs, but you’re not going to see.” Your voice teasing.

  “What?!” Jack shot back into the frame and you let out a laugh. “Now why not?!”

  “Because I’m not having FaceTime sex with you. We gotta stay riled up until you get home remember, our deal?”

  “The deal I came up with? Let’s break it.”

  “You are such a man. Plus look who is changed and I didn’t see a thing.”

  You spoke with amusement, earning a shocked look from Jack, before moving out of frame to change.

  “So rude,” he mumbled but you could tell he was holding in a laugh.

  “I’ll remember that when you get home,” you spoke with a laugh as you moved back in frame, grabbing your phone and climbing into bed.

  You turned Jack’s pillow and set the phone against it.

  “Now it’s like you are right next to me.” Even when you spoke the words, they were laced with a slight sadness.

  “Oh no now, give me my laughing girl back.”

  “It’s just…you’re not here to hold me.”

  “I know darlin’. I hope I’m home soon. I know this wasn’t the ideal Valentines Day for you either. I’m sorry.”

  “Jack don’t be sorry. What you did was perfect and I loved it.”

  You watched as Jack settled in, seeming to do the same thing as you, setting up his phone on your side of the bed. You smiled softly at him as he laid down.

  “Hi,” you spoke.

  “Hi there angel,” he smirked giving you a wink.

  “You are going to be asleep in like five minutes if I’m lucky.”

  “Now you don’t know that.”

  “Oh but I do. You hit the pillow and you’re gone. I’ve watched an entire season of a show while you sleep!”

  “You have not!!” Jack spoke defensively but laughed.

  “Oh but I have! Finished a book, silently screaming right next to you. All sorts of things have been done between the time you fell asleep and the time I do.” You laughed as Jack faked an overly dramatic face of defense.

  “I feel attacked right now. I can’t help it.”

  “You are a man cowboy, it comes with the territory, fortunately for you.” You laughed before settling more into the bed.

  “You’re getting sleepy now though aren’t you?” Jack smirked.

  “Yeah I can’t lie I am.”

  “You can go to sleep darlin’. I’ll stay right here until you do.”

  “I don’t want to though. I don’t want this to end yet.”

  “I know but you need your rest angel.”

  “I know,” your voice laced with sadness.

  You turned the tv on and turned your side table lamp down to the dim setting before turning back to Jack. You were met with dimmed lighting on his end as well. You realized, in the quiet, he was watching the same show as you.

  “Are you watching the same thing?”

  “Trying to keep up with us being together without being together. I want you to feel like I’m there when you close your eyes.”

  “I love you Jack.” You spoke with a smile, overwhelmed by this man and the things he did for you.

  “I love you too darlin’. Now close your eyes and get some rest.”

  You simply nodded your head before closing your eyes. Sooner than you expected, you slipped away to a deep, peaceful sleep.

*****

  Your day had been full of errands. You were expecting Jack home anytime now, and you wanted the house fully stocked. You’d allowed yourself to have a me day, to continue to keep yourself distracted, before heading to the grocery store. The first store didn’t have everything on your list, and three stores later you were finally done. Everything marked off your list and tiredness filling your body. You finally pulled into the driveway, grabbing the first set of bags. You battled with the door, before finally getting it open, before you stopped dead in your tracks. Fake flickering candles filled your entire house, and a small path of rose petals guided you to the bedroom. You looked up, eyes finding Jack, leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom. You gulped at the sight before you. He looked undone, with his tie gone, his shirt unbuttoned at the top and sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

  “Hiya darlin’,” he smirked with a knowing look at your jaw on the floor.

  “Jack. When did you get home?” You smiled softly as he pushed off the doorframe, and the two of you gravitated to each other.

  “Just a few hours ago. Long enough to put this together,” he held his arms out slightly, before his hands fell to your hips and pulled you close.

  His lips met yours, breaking your bright smile as you kissed him back deeply. Your hands went up his chest, unbuttoning some more buttons.

  “I have groceries in the car,” you breathed out, knowing exactly where this was going by the hunger in Jack’s entire being.

  “Anything frozen?”

  “No.”

  “Then don’t worry about it,” Jack spoke with a whisper and you simply nodded, before your lips were crashing back to each other.

  You swore this man could always make you feel dizzy, and completely broken in the best way. Jack’s hands moved to your ass, and you jumped wrapping your legs around his waist, as he skillfully carried you to the bedroom, never letting his lips fall from yours.

  “I think I got a certain holiday to make up for,” Jack finally pulled away, allowing air to fill your lungs, and you smirked.

  “That you do cowboy. Along with being gone,” you mirrored his smirk, your eyes moving to the ceiling thinking, your fingers brushing at the hair at Jack’s neck.

  “I hope you don’t have any plans for the next few days then.”

  “The only plans I have are you,” you smirked before your lips fell back to his.

  It never failed, when Jack returned home and he was able, the two of you were like teenagers, rushing to get the deed done before you were caught by your parents. Things moved fast, hands and lips were everywhere and limbs tangled. But Jack and yourself knew each other like a map you’d memorized. Knew every sensitive place and what it did for the other. The two of you had plenty of study time. That was another thing that made the two of you so much like teenagers. You never could get enough of each other. Your body meeting the mattress pulled you back to the moment. Jack had released you completely, and as your eyes fluttered open already heavy with desire, you watched him as his eyes racked over you.

  “I have no idea how I got so damn lucky, my god you’re beautiful angel.”

  “I liked your truck,” you tried to say with a straight face, but couldn’t help a laugh.

  “Oh it was my truck huh?” Jack’s eyebrows raised as he crawled over you. “It has nothing to do with this…”

  He trailed off as his hands slowly traced up your shirt, his lips falling to your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut and you surrounded yourself with him. He raised your shirt over your head, and discarded it before, quickly removing your bra.

  “Or this…” his voice dipped lower as his lips traveled down, meeting your already hard nipple.

He pulled it between his teeth. flicking it with his tongue before releasing it, pulling a moan from you. He licked over it once more, before moving to the next to do the same. Then he was continuing his way down. and your breathing started to become heavier. He had your pants and underwear gone within moments.

  “Or this,” Jack’s eyes bore into yours as you looked down, darkened with lust and he smirked before his head dipped between your legs.

  His mouth came in contact with your wet pussy and your head flew back and your hand laced in his hair. This man knew what to do with that damn mouth of his. You didn’t realize how worked up you were until you could feel yourself racing to your climax.

  “Okay Jack, yes it was this and all the things before and all the things you were going to do to me after!” You moaned loudly as you pulled gently as his hair.

  He looked up at you with a grin that made you bust out laughing.

  “The truck is just a plus,” you giggle and he stood, quickly removing his shirt, letting out a laugh as well.

  You sat up to start on his pants, which he finished removing, before crawling over you again, as you crawled backwards towards the headboard.

  “I promise you in the coming days,” he paused, to give you a wink that made you laugh again “I’m going to take my damn time with you but right now…”

  Jack entered you taking you by surprise, and your brow furrowed at the pleasure that filled every inch of your body. You looked at him like he hung the moon and the stars, before his hips started to slowly thrust. He didn’t last long going slow, before his speed picked up, but never once did he become too rough, staying gentle but quick. You were soaring, trying so hard to put off the orgasm that was quickly riding its wave to you, but it was a battle you had yet to learn how to win.

  “Jack,” his name fell from your lips in a whine of desperation.

  “Let go for me angel. I got you,” his forehead fell to yours, and you locked eyes with him as you came hard around him.

  You fought to keep his stare until you lost, closing your eyes and submitting yourself to the tidal wave. Jack was not far behind you, burying his face in your neck as he let go deep inside of you. The two of you lay there, panting in the blissful aftermath, before Jack did the one thing the two of you hated most of love making, he pulled away. He didn’t go far, rolling to his back and the two of you were quick to turn to each other.

  “That was amazing as always,” you smirked as you moved in close, your fingers brushing at his chest.

  “We do make a pretty good team don’t we?” Jack smiled brightly and you laughed but a smile lingered across your lips.

  “We really do.”

  Silence fell for a few moments, before his fingers brushed at your chin, your eyes catching his.

  “I missed you,” he spoke gently, his fingers brushing hair behind your ear.

  “I missed you too.”

  “I told Champ I wasn’t coming in for at least three days.”

  “I’m calling him to tell him you will be in in two.”

  Jack’s mouth fell open in fake appall.

  “Now why are you trying to get rid of me a whole day early?!”

  “Because if we go three days just like this, much less how we plan to go, I’ll be in the grave by the end.”

  Jack paused for a moment, and briefly you thought you had seriously hurt his feelings.

  “Yeah you’re probably right. I would be right behind you.”

  You both let out a laugh, before he pulled you to him and kissed you once again. You pulled away, and with a sigh moved to get out of bed, before Jack’s hand on your wrist caught you.

  “Now where do you think you’re going?” He pulled you back down to the bed, caging you under his body.

  “The groceries are still in the car.”

  “Eh we’ll get them tomorrow they’ll be fine.”

  “Fine but if you make me not be able to walk in the morning, you’ll have to haul them in by yourself.”

  “Angel I wasn’t going to make you bring another bag in this house anyways.”

  “Then proceed,” you smirked.

  Jack’s lips fell back to yours, both of you wearing a wide smile and he did indeed proceed.

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[kitmoas]

when the veneer crumbles

the sounds of water are always relaxing

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: **18+ MINORS DNI**, SMUT, dark and demonic themes, death, possession, drowning, magic use, Mommy kink

as per usual if there is anything I missed let me know

Author's Note: I'm so sorry this one was late, had a lot of car and financial shit I needed to figure out but I finally got it finished. This was one that i always knew how i wanted it to end, even from last year when i first planned it for the Occult series, but for some reason it was REALLY hard to put my idea into words. Hopefully it's not HORRIBLE, i'm a bit rusty after taking more then a few months off. The rest of them will be better I promise lol

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The crickets in the distance are a welcome change to the busy streets of the city, cars honking 

nonstop during your work day. The world you live in is hectic and out of control but the farther you walk into the almost clear empty darkness the more you can feel the control you naively gain. Stepping into the barely touched woods behind the mostly abandoned house was something that you had missed, a childhood memory that had died suddenly. 

Allowing your mind to wander to the summers that you would spend here out on the lake, jumping off the dock, and laughing with your cousins was the welcome peace you needed as you settled along the rickety wood. Even if those fun times were cut short at your aunt’s sudden death, you knew that being here gave you just a moment of your innocence back. 

Stepping onto the rickety wood carefully, you cringe internally as your arm tightens momentarily around the rolled up soft blanket. You should have known better to bring a water proof material but it was too late for that. Knees cracking slightly as you lean down, the smooth fabric flaps in the wind and you sigh softly in relief as you are able to fully settle on the dock. Deciding to stretch out was a bit of a mistake, in your time away you forgot just how soothing the sound of water lapping at the damp wood was. 

Goosebumps spread across your skin as you slowly came to consciousness, brittle wind chilling you to the bone as you rub the sleep out of your eye. The fog is dense, and confusing as it was supposed to be a clear night. Slowly sitting up, your bones crack as you stretch as much as possible without rocking the dock too much. The unstable wood is loud even with the bare minimum movement causing you to flinch as it echoes across the empty field. 

Squinting through the haze, you try to figure out if you can gauge just how late it is by the placement of the moon. The only thing you can see is a weird tunnel out in the middle of the lake, almost like a tornado of gray. Immediate fear isn’t your first thought, though you begin to question just how awake you are. 

Condensation makes the wood wet, slipping as you try to stand up but it's the glowing red orbs in the distance that makes you freeze in your half crouched position. They are captivating even from afar. The air around you is thick, filled with the now red tinted fog that almost looks like it's bleeding. Heavy and molasses-like as it lays on your skin, eyes flickering around you try to make sense of your surroundings. 

When she gets close enough to see smaller details, your brain slows almost to a complete stop. She’s entirely too breathtakingly beautiful and tragically horrific at the same time. No color to her skin, it’s almost as though she comes directly from one of the old black and white television shows your mother liked to watch. The woman is wearing tight clothing, torn and ripped sporadically. Her eyes almost seem so gray that they are an ethereal foggy green, only flashing ruby when the shrap thin lines all over her body pulsate crimson. Her hair is long and dripping with an inky hue, tangled and disheveled. Fingertips dipped in a steaming tar, dancing near her side as she stalks towards you. 

It’s when you can almost reach out and touch the figure that you finally scramble backwards, putting distance between the two of you as the flight side of your instincts kick in. You barely make it more than five steps when you’re being dragged upwards with some sort of red translucent mist. It wraps around your wrists, dragging your arms above your head as you flop about uselessly. Screams are getting caught in your throat as you have to just hang there, watching this being get closer to you. 

When the lady is directly below you, the hair on the back of your neck stands up straight and your muscles twitch from how tense they are. You want to panic, to yell, but something stops you. Tilting her head, she has to look up at you from where her magic holds you against the rough bark. Her hand comes out to touch you, but the soft feeling comes as a surprise to you. She cups your cheek, a low red spreading in her eyes as you shake under her touch. 

She smiles at you, a soft almost nurturing thing. “You’re just as pretty as I thought you would be, little lamb.” Her voice is chilling, breathy with a raspy tone to it. The older woman’s free hand caresses your stomach, an unwanted warmth sinking into your gut. 

Her nails are jagged, cracked and repulsive, as she takes her time to explore your body. It’s sudden, the vigor in which she gropes your body. Clumsy and completely all over the place, you aren’t entirely sure what she thinks she’s doing. Struggling against your restraints, the chill covers your body like ice freezing over a lake. 

It isn’t until your body takes over, fear and anger sinking into your bones, that the creature seemingly gains control of her actions and her hand becomes confident and firm. Nails pointedly scratching at your skin as fingers map out your skin, almost stabbing at each goosebump she finds. Your eyes are glued to your face as your mind struggles to catch up to what you had done, flinching as her other hand reaches up. It doesn’t strike you as you thought it would, instead she brushes the back of her knuckles against her own face, trepidation stopping your blood from rushing through your body as you finally realize that you spit at her. 

That wasn’t what you wanted to do, you knew that you needed to act smart if you were going to survive this but for some reason all your ability to think logically went out the window. You wanted her more than anything in the world right now, and you knew that you needed to try and do anything to keep her exactly where she was. 

“Do you not have control over your stupid little body, mortal?” Her voice is low, almost filled with gravel as she mumbles. Rust filled eyes not even paying you a second of attention but instead staring at the glistening saliva that drips from her fingers. 

Your head is shaking vigorously, denying inability in hopes that she doesn’t see you as foolish. The desire to be praised by her came as a surprise, but you weren’t fighting it and it seems to have worked. A smile slowly stretches across the surreal creature’s face as she blinks slowly. “It’s so funny to see such a useless being believe they are worth anything more than what I deem them to be. You think by answering my question in whatever way you think I want will make the outcome of your situation better?” 

She speaks softly, almost nurturing as she rubs her soaked fingers along your neck, smearing your own spit against you. You crane your neck as much as you can against the crimson smog wrapped there, trying to hear her voice as clearly as possible. 

“I take what I want and no smart mouthed, stupid brained little human is going to stop that. I like to have fun, and the peak is watching you bleed out for me.” The words are harsh but you can’t help but moan as your body is thrown upwards, red tendrils tightening and dragging you to hang limply from the tree branch. It’s devoid of leaves, and creaks under your weight, but it somehow makes you feel like you have a safety net. You had climbed this tree many times in the past, and even had various hanging sets from this very limb. 

Swinging freely, you try to move your body as much as possible as the urge to escape your confines sinks in. Entirely too focused, you don’t realize that her hands are moving along your ice cold skin. Groping softly, her movements are controlled and precise to make sure that you barely register it in your brain. It’s when her hands force your legs apart, maroon vapor ropes slithering around your thighs to hold them open, that you finally realize just how hard you are breathing. Your body felt slightly warm, at least in your core, and you could feel your blood rushing downwards. It was almost like your entire being was electrified and you were entirely too conscious of every single thing you felt. 

She doesn’t take her time, her eyes narrow as she focuses on mapping out your skin. The bright  ruby lines she leaves in her wake only entertain her for so long before she finally moves in between your shaking thighs. The older woman’s finger swipes through your folds, collecting the small amount of wetness she finds there. Gasping as she spreads it across your clit, a throbbing ache despite the way your body revolts. Her jaw mockingly drops when for the first time her eyes light up with amusement, giggling when your hips chase her hand. “Oh poor baby, I can’t fuck you if you’re not wet enough. It’ll hurt your small fragile little body too much and Mommy doesn’t want to hurt you.” 

Your head is shaking violently, nonsensical protests tumbling from your lips. It didn’t matter to you, regardless if it was because you wanted her or wanted the situation to be over with, you just needed her to touch you. Even though your wetness wasn’t enough for her, you did feel aroused. Maybe it was your mind tricking you into believing this was what you wanted or maybe it was the glittering crimson behind your irises, but that wasn’t a piece of information that you needed to know. 

She tuts, chastising you. “Now don’t lie to me. I know what you want even if your mind fights it, and your body hasn’t caught up, I know.” You watch as she takes a step back, letting her eyes drink in your form. Letting the back of her knuckles run down your torso, you watch as she slowly kneels on the damp dirt. Her hands are grazing over your thighs, pushing them farther open as she leans in. The grip she has on you, though gentle, is strong and you can’t kick her when you feel her mouth along your skin. 

The smoothness of her strangely sharp teeth is hot against your cooled body, but it’s the sharp pierce and spilling of your blood that leaves a weirdly chilled warmth leaking down your leg. Eyes widening you try to look past the head of dark locks to see what just happened, but it didn’t take long for your brain to catch up and the stabbing pain on your inner thigh. 

She looks up at you, sparkling light jade eyes catching the moon light, with a toothy smile and a small dribble of crimson running down her chin. “You’re a fucking vampire?” You couldn’t help the shocked yelp, body shaking with fear. 

The being doesn’t even answer you, giggling as rolls her eyes up at you. She seems so innocent in those moments but nothing gets rid of the terror emanating within your soul. Looking back at your bleeding thigh, she swipes her fingers through the thick liquid to coat them. Her nails catch on the open wound, sending another wave of searing pain through your body but she pays no attention to you. 

It almost feels like time stops as you hang there, waiting, but the moment the brunette swipes her crimson dipped thumb across your clit something in your body cracks. It’s small but you can feel the change and in your mind you start screaming at yourself. You know being vocal won’t stop this crazy woman, but you wanted to deter her by being completely unaffected. It was the last thing you had on her, to make her believe that what she was doing was just pure torture and you found absolutely no pleasure in it, but you knew that that power over her was no longer available to you. 

Never one for vanilla sex, not even in theory, you shouldn’t be that surprised that being taken by force from a demonic crazy being would be right up your alley. No one could ever keep up with you, your fantasies were just a bit too intense or a bit too dangerous, and for once everything you ever wanted was being fulfilled. This gorgeous being was forcing her fingers farther into you, your blood dripping randomly down different parts of your body. 

Despite your want for intensely kinky sex, you knew that it should be completely consensual right? It should let you know that, and you could feel your anger rising in your body as the heat zoomed between your thighs. This couldn’t be consensual, not with how it started, but if it wasn’t then why did the idea of her actually stopping tear you up on the inside? You couldn’t fathom the idea of her ice cold thumb pulling away from your throbbing clit for too long, for her touch on your body to not cause goosebumps.  

She doesn’t wait much longer, no need to attempt to please you now that she has the wetness she wants, shoving two fingers into you with almost no remorse. A shrill scream gets stuck in your throat as you choke on the force of air rushing up, the pain bringing tears to your eyes. A sign of weakness that this twisted soul revels in as she thrusts her fingers in, letting her free hand drag up crimson periodically.  

The pain was immense and you were certain that she had to be using something besides her fingers, there was no way that the small hands in between your thighs were causing this much agony. You wanted to shove against her, but the moment her teeth sink into your breast you know you’re gone. Hips jumping, trying to get her to move more as the pleasure starts to settle in your tummy, uselessly against her body. It felt so bad that the good started to come from a delirious state, and you just needed her to move. The tips of her fingers just rubbing slightly against the soft spot inside of you, the texture of her wrinkled skin felt wrong but you were starting to become obsessed. 

“Isn’t it comical? A desperate slut like you thought you had everything together, thought I was going to ruin your life by taking what was destined to be mine?” Through the heavy fog that had begun to settle in your head you tried your best to look down at her, shock painted across your face. How did she know what you were thinking? She doesn’t give you any answer, instead her thrusting gets more aggressive as the wetness between your thighs grows, and it mixes with the blood still heavily leaking from the bite marks. 

You want to moan, whimper, maybe even plead but you were no longer sure what you wanted. Logically you needed this to stop if you were to ever be okay again, but at the same time all you wanted to do was feel her mouth on your clit. You wanted her to fuck you until you were incoherent, a drooling mess. Hatred towards yourself and her fueled your motions as you tried to work to take more of her hand, stretching around her third finger as she shoves it ungracefully into you. 

Her mouth is at your knee now, glowing eyes looking up at you as she smirks. “Taking me so well for someone so against getting used.” Her arm is moving roughly, fingers curling inside you as she ghosts her teeth along your thigh. “So clean, so dry. Why don’t you make a mess for Mommy? I like my cunts all wet and messy.” 

It was then you found your power, despite the arousal burning in your belly and the way you clenched around her fingers whenever she swiped her thumb along your clit. You knew that the more you let your thoughts wonder, even if it had to be forced, that you would be able to pull yourself from the situation. Imagine yourself somewhere else and almost black out during everything, your body would be limp and pliant but not give her what she wants. The movie you would go see in a week with your best friends, or the long list of groceries that you knew you needed to get when you went back into the city. Thoughts swarmed your head as you tried your hardest to ignore the way her fingers poked and prodded, the way her thumb caressed your swollen clit just perfectly. 

Screwing your eyes shut, you make your best attempt at seeming unaffected but you don’t realize that you aren’t winning. If anything you just make it more fun for the being below you, giving her the opportunity to make you as wet as she wants. 

Being so focused on the thoughts traveling through your brain was good until you don’t feel the tugging on your wrists, persistent and firm. It’s only when you’re tumbling helplessly through the air that you realize you are no longer hanging from the tree, but instead falling face first into the freezing lake. It’s a shock, breaking the surface of the water. It knocks the breath out of your lungs and forces your throat to close, you can practically feel all your muscles seize as well. You make the mistake of opening your mouth to scream, causing a rush of dirty water to fill your lungs, and it’s only when her hand claws at the back of your head that you feel even an ounce of relief. 

She’s tearing your body out of the water, pieces of the thin ice fly around you and you can’t believe that you relax as your body collides with her. “Don’t think that you can try to outplay Mommy like that you little slut. I know what you want, you are my destiny. You were made to take me, so be a good girl and let me do what I was made to do.” Her voice is sweet, almost soft, as she speaks through her teeth directly into your ear. It shouldn’t calm your racing heart, neither should the almost warm comforting touch of her red mist along your thighs. 

You want to let yourself fall, the intense arousal is boiling in your tummy and you can feel the coil tightening with each brush of her hand along your body. It would be much easier to allow yourself to become immersed in the pleasure coursing through your body, but it wasn’t until she allowed that crimson fog to slip inside you. Despite the fact that whatever she was pushing into you was magical, you were still too tight for her liking. There was a part of you deep down that still didn’t want this and it was causing your body to react subconsciously. 

‘If the slut doesn’t want to get wet, then I’ll keep you wet myself.” Her hands scratch up your side, a nail digging into your nipple on the way up and it makes your hip buck. You feel yourself melting back into her and a moan softly slips from your parted lips. The urge to pretend that it’s from the cold is strong, but you can’t even pretend at this point like the feeling of her hands on you isn’t turning you on. 

Her hands are running along your torso, teasing your nipples and scratching up your stomach. It almost feels normal, just another hookup and it makes you forget. Losing yourself in the way that the ruby swells inside you, rubbing against the soft spot it finds and caressing your clit softly. 

The wetness between your thighs is gathering the longer she plays with you, wine stained mist thrusting lazily into you. It almost plays with you, knowing that it ruts to hard or fast that it will bring you closer to the edge, but it keeps you writhing for more with each movement. You want to beg for more, ask her to touch you with her own hands as you have begun to crave her ice touch, though there is something that is stopping you from doing that. It isn’t necessarily pride, something you lost the moment you began to get turned on by this aggressive form of twisted affection. 

It’s when her nails scratch at the back of your neck that you realize the fog that’s dragging you slowly, almost mockingly leisurely, towards the edge is growing. Almost like a ball, it feels like she’s pushing her magic abilities to stretch you to the point right before danger. You’re confused, as your wetness starts dripping down your thighs and your breath starts picking up, how much more wet could you get? 

Instant regret floods your system almost as fast as the ice cold water that rushes down your throat as she shoves your face directly into the lake. It’s not a quick dunk to shock you this time, her claw-like hand squishing your face into the almost mud like dirt at the bottom. She doesn’t stop forcing more and more into you, her magical fog swelling larger and it presses against where your torso is now pressed against the ground. Even as you struggle against her, your internal will to try and live kicking in, you can’t help the build up in your stomach. The coil tightens as her magic moves within you, moving inside you as her nails dig into her back. 

Sharp stinging pains are a contrast, an added sensation, to your panic as you begin to think maybe she is just going to keep you submerged. There’s no way she would, right? She wants to use you, there would be no reason that she would want to truly harm you. 

A deep belly chuckle is muffled through the water, barely a vibration as your arm and head flail as much as possible. You wanted out but you can’t help but moan instead of scream, the pleasure of her nails into your shoulder blades and her thigh grinding between your thighs into the swell of mist there beginning to get too overwhelming. It was no longer a fight to survive but a fight to enjoy the last moments of life. Somewhere in your mind you knew that you wouldn’t actually make it out of this alive, but for some reason you’ve decided to ignore that. 

“Such a stupid whore, letting just anyone touch your cunt.” She fists your soaked hair in your hand, and just for a fleeting moment the pain mixed with arousal takes over your fogged mind. “You don’t even know Mommy and yet here you are, taking my gorgeous gift like the good little fuck toy you are.” Her free hand abandons your back in lue of groping your ass, pushing down against it to get you to stop moving. Her thigh is pushing against your throbbing clit now, soaked in your wetness despite water lapping up as you splash about. 

You can feel your vision start to darken, the edges of the burning sensation as you try to keep your eyes open have blurred and blackened. Unsure if you are even panicking anymore, your body starts to relax and the only thing you can focus on is the fuzzy warm arousal filling each nerve in your body. The water floating around you becomes tranquil as each muscle in your body softens and you move with each thrust into you. 

A wide sinister smile stretches unnaturally along the being’s face, pulling her almost gray lips as far as they can as she stares down at your almost lifeless body. She can see the signs and for her it motivates her even more, forcing more and more of her magic into you. You were everything she could have ever wanted and she refused to let you stay in the living world, if she was destined to be stuck to this lake forever then so would you. 

Slowly you could feel all the tension in your body start to clump together in your stomach, draining from the rest of you and tightening around the scarlet orb inside you. You craved that last bit of pleasure, that last rush in your veins to end this for good. 

When it becomes almost impossible to move and you are no longer shaking from panic or exertion, but instead trembling from hanging onto the edge, she knows it’s time. Sneering down at your limp form, she uses her grip in your hair to turn your head. Slapping at your cheek until she can just barely see your fuzzy bloodshot eyes, an almost soft nurturing smile paints along her face once she sees your drunk like state. “There’s my girl. So fucked out.” Her sphere cloud inside you starts to vibrate, her cold dark eyes once more glowing a dim ruby. 

Gripping at your jaw, her claw practically breaks your neck as she forces you to keep eye contact with her. Even as your eyes slip closed, struggling to stay open as you start to dangle over the edge, you can’t help but feel drawn in to listen. “Say my name, little toy, say it and stay with me forever.” Her voice is raspy, bordering soft but she’s taunting you. “You know it, you know you do, so say it. Say it now.” Her actions become frantic, her thigh grinding more aggressively into you. She’s trying to force you into a more pathetic state, even at the edge of death she wants you to be begging for her. 

As much as you can you try to deny knowing, because how could you? You had never seen this person, if that’s what she is even considered, before this horrific situation. The attempt at trying to keep water from going down your throat had stopped, your lungs should have filled completely with liquid by now so some other power must have been keeping you alive. 

Though you couldn’t see it, the being was getting annoyed. Her eyes rolled as she realized that you were thinking again, a brain dead creature who could still think. “Say my name and you can cum for Mommy, like the pretty little whore you are.” She spits at you through her teeth, pointed and your blood drying on the dull shine. With her words she sees a change in your stature, even held under the force of her hand, eagerness. Humming slowly she allows her maroon mist to sink into each part of your body. 

Your brain was almost empty, nothing but serene thoughts going through it as you felt yourself slip into the darkness. You thought that there would be a light at the end of the time but instead you start seeing a faint rosy hue. The being above you is yelling at you and the need to give in is strong, you want to end everything on a high. You need that high. 

Her name slips into the water almost silently, your eyes slipping closed as you fall into unconsciousness, but it’s there. She hears it, muffled, “Wanda.” Usually one of her biggest fears, not one to want to go back to the damned dark world but with you she could thrive. A black magic demon who accomplished its goal? She would rule the world with a scarlet leash around your neck. A small smirk as her magic starts to die, a sure sign she’s going back to being contained. Until the end of time you will be her needy little toy, just as you were as you took your last breath. 

[countrymusiclover]

12 - Baby Number Three

Part 13

The Texas Tire Family

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"Urgh...Georgie call an...ambulance...it's the baby I think...something's wrong!" He squeezed my hand grabbing his phone frantically trying to dial 911.

Gripping my stomach I take a few deep breaths feeling pain shooting through my lower back. Georgie was slamming on the gas trying to get the truck through the busy city streets but this wasn’t like Medford. “Come on. Move it dang it!”

“Georgie, yelling at them isn’t going to - oh fix it!” I winced, bending forward baring my teeth together. Somehow this felt exactly like how my last few months of Aurora’s pregnancy was. But this feels like double the pain of that.

“Darlin don’t you worry. I’m gonna get you to the hospital and everything's gonna be fine…uh.” He glanced in my direction moving his left hand to my knee for a second getting an idea that hopefully would work. He started turning the channels on the radio until the song he was looking for came on. “Life's like a road that you travel on. When there's one day here, and the next day gone. Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand. Sometimes you turn your back to the wind. There's a world outside every darkened door. Where blues won't haunt you anymore. Where the brave are free and lovers soar. Come ride with me to the distant shore…”

“Life is a Highway from Cars…Georgie how is that supposed to help!” I grunted hitting the windseal with my fist wanting the pain in my stomach to go away. The baby kicks we’re getting bigger so that wasn’t making it any better.

He intertwined my freehand with his lefts even though he was left so he was driving with his non-dominant hand. His brown eyes locked onto mine for a brief second then he focused back on the road. “Cause when Rora was like four she loved this song. So I was thinkin’ that this would distract you to think about that.”

“Awe thanks ah!…oh I think it is working.” Shutting my eyes I leaned my head back against the headrest listening to the song praying that the baby was going to be fine.

Coming inside our apartment I was exhausted from work seeing that I had to deal with some rude customers at the restaurant. Dropping my bag at the door I closed it hearing a sneeze from Aurora’s bedroom. Georgie had stayed home to watch her seeing that I would be on maternity leave in a few months anywhere. “Georgie, how’s she doing. Any better?”

“Her fever has went down. But she has been whining all day to watch Cars with ya. I’m gonna go pick up Eve from daycare.” He carried her in his arms coming out of the room handing her to me since I was sitting on the couch.

She hugs her stuffed animal version of Lightning McQueen to her chest while I draped a blanket over us turning the tv on. “Oh I’m sorry my baby. Momma’s here now.”

I whispered seeing her face change to a smile when she started singing the words. And to my surprise it was a hundred percent correct. “We won't hesitate. To break down the garden gate. There's not much time left today, yeah. Life is a highway. I wanna ride it all night long. If you're goin' my way. Well, I wanna drive it all night long.”

“Through all these cities and all these towns. It's in my blood, and it's all around. I love you now like I loved you then. This is the road, and these are the hands. From Mozambique to those Memphis nights. The Khyber Pass to Vancouver's lights. Knock me down and back up again. You're in my blood, I'm not a lonely man.” I started singing alongside. She pretended to drive McQueen up in the air until she had to cough into my shirt, never dropping the smile on her little face.

We had finished the whole movie now watching the movie credits until the song came back on so I pulled my daughter up to her seeing that she was feeling better when I gave her chicken soup. “There's no load I can't hold. A road so rough, this I know. I'll be there when the light comes in. Just tell 'em we're survivors. Life is a highway. I wanna ride it all night long (whoo!). If you're goin' my way. I wanna drive it all night long (all night long)” Unknown to us Georgie had returned with Evelyn who ran over to join in our little dance party in the living room. Georgie took my hand in his holding Aurora’s other hand before the four of us were dancing around the apartment.

Georgie jumped out of the truck rushing inside the hospital waiting room coming outside with a nurse and a wheelchair helping me into it. Death gripping the handles I threw my head back seeing that he was walking right beside us while we found a room. “Georgie…”

“I'm right here, honey.” He squeezed my hand in his unit and we got inside a room where he lifted me bridal style onto the bed. He moved his hand up pushing hair from my eyes once I was laying down.

The doctor came inside the room not really sure of what to tell us since the history of my other pregnancies wasn’t in their system. They were back in our home town and it would take time before they would be sent over. “Mrs. Cooper, I have contacted your local hospital and we are waiting on the history records. But we will check your blood pleasure and everything that we can now.”

“What is that look for….what’s wrong please tell us?” A nurse put a finger reader on my left hand seeing that oxygen was normal along with everything else. But I saw concerns cross her face making me grip my husband’s hand tightly.

She called over her shoulder rushing out into the hallway. “Doctor, we have to tell them now!”

“Mr and Mrs. Copper, I hate to tell you this but the baby is currently in distress. According to the X-ray we did, the umbilical cord is wrapping around the baby, so we are going to have to rush you into surgery for a c-section.” The doctor entered the room again where I covered my mouth thinking I might puke from how bad that sounded.

Georgie lifted his head up trying to process what he just said. “Can you give us a minute alone, really quick. I need to be with her.” The doctor shut the door leaving us alone.

“Georgie, it’s happening just like when we had Rora. I mean what are we going to do... I’m scared.” I whispered wrapping my arms around him where he pulled me in for a short hug.

He broke the embrace resting a hand to my cheek while I was crying at the thought. I didn’t want to lose this baby considering I was so confident that it was a boy. I had also not lost a baby yet. “Hey look at me Y/n. You are going to get through this you hear me. You are the strongest person I know so we are going to have this beautiful baby inside you, I love you,”

“I love you too, Georgie.” I croaked out in tears wrapping my arms around him once more hearing the nurses come back and roll me back into surgery. I had no clue how long it had been by the time I woke up but I squinted my eyes open seeing that I was back in another hospital room. I had an iv in my left hand before I lifted up the blanket noticing that my stomach was no longer big like it was when I came in here.

The door got pushed open where I moaned attempting to sit up seeing Georgie bolt over to my bedside crying happy tears. “Thank god Y/n…I was so worried when they kept you in there longer than I cared for.”

“Oh Georgie…” Wrapping my arms around his neck I winced where I had to lay back down feeling some slight pain in my back and in between my legs. “Georgie, where's the baby. What happened during the surgery?”

He broke the hug sitting in the chair at my bedside making me shiver at his silence. That wasn’t a good sign where I stiffened my back against the pillows. I knew if we lost the baby I would feel so bad. “You can’t see him yet but he made it. I uh - named him while you were still asleep.”

“It’s actually a boy. What’s…his name?” Covering my mouth with my hands I started sobbing happily.

Georgie intertwined my hands with his smiling up at me. “Montana George Cooper.”

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[ikranwings]

WHATS MEANT TO BE

CHAPTER THREE: ARRIVAL

Dedication: @nin3kyuu because not only did she draw mw such amazing art but she really is one of the best and sweetest friends you could ever ask for! The art below the cover of the book was made by them!! if your not following by now you should be!!

word count: 3486

Warnings: Threats of death, knifes, blood

Blue is in navi

         * means that they are speaking in navi i just wrote it in English for certain parts

Morning soon came to the plains of pandora, Light slowly flooded the area as the sun rose above the horizon. The chill of morning air flowed through the plains of Pandora. The ground below them had cold overnight leaving the chill to seep up from the ground around them.  So cold in fact that Miles had somehow pulled himself closer to the woman that had saved him the night before in order to conserve some sort of body heat throughout the night as the warm coals of the fire simply were not enough for him.

An arm had been draped over Tilors back, ensnaring her within a light grip as he had somehow managed to tuck her head under his chin snuggly. A cocoon of warmth it seemed neither of them had quite woken up to just yet. A light breeze was constant through the plains slowly bringing on a stronger and more angry whip of wind. The night before Tilor had spoken of the rain, how they were due for a good downpour within the next few days.

 The first few cold droplets of water had fallen along her arm and face, indicating to her that she hadn't found a spot in full coverage of the elements around them. Not that it mattered at the moment though that was for sure. Tilors eyes snapped open only to be met with Miles' broad chest, certainly not something she had expected upon just waking up. Swiftly she had pulled herself from the man's loose arms before standing up abruptly, her face flushed out of embarrassment by the fact that she had somehow allowed this man to not only pull her closer to him but also snuggle her in against him. Not only that but he was still asleep. Whatever happened in order for him to be here before her must have taken a lot of stress on his body.

 Tilor hadn't a clue how long she had stood there staring at the man before she was to pack up camp. It was best to put the hot coals from the fire completely out as it would keep the ground around them safe from catching fire. Even with the impending storm it was always better safe than sorry. The droplets of rain that fell around them gave her the opportunity to replenish Her canteen for the remainder of the ride home. The woman’s goal was to hopefully get miles on the back of her Pa’li with little to no effort. She had no idea exactly how much knowledge he had of the people before she herself found him. One thing she knew for certain was that teaching this man would be as though she were to teach a child. He was of the sky people that much is obvious in their ways weren't always the best. In fact they always brought death and despair. Something she could never agree with after the wars she had witnessed.

 The droplets of water became harder and slightly more frequent as the weather was gearing up for one hell of a rain storm. It was then she knew that she couldn't let miles sleep in any longer than she already had. However she had a feeling that waking him would be like waking a sleeping Palulukan.  Surely this would be interesting in every sense of the word.

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 The saddle bags had long since been packed up. What little Tilor had left of her food for travels had been split between her and miles. Something they didn't have to worry about seeing as how the two of them should be riding in long before dinner was to roll around. The only thing the two of them had to worry about was the torrential rain soon to come.

 Tilor had moved in order to connect her  que with her Pa’li, the creature itself letting out a loud huff as she pulled herself on top. Only to turn in order to hold her hand out to miles for him to take, expecting him to join her as this was really the only way for them to travel properly. Seeing as how she had assumed the man before her had never sat atop a creature such as this one. Much less ridden one long distance and at the moment they didn't have the time to try and teach him.

Miles immediately slapped her hand away shaking his head, The annoyance was clearly evident across his face. “I am not riding bitch like that. “ One of his sayings he used almost religiously. Miles himself always wanted to be seen as the dominant figure and nothing else. He prided himself on looking strong and in charge. Anyone seeing him as anything other than that was out of the question and it appeared he felt the same in this situation as well. However, Tilor was having absolutely none of it from him. He could wine and complain later all he was doing now was waiting precious time to outrun most of the storm ahead of them.

 With a roll of her eyes she sighed and held her hand out to him once more, “ Get on and live or stay and die. “ An ultimatum, one he was sure to understand. If he was to stay here alone and by himself he may very well die out there, Tilor knew this to be true. No food, no water and nothing to keep warm. No direction in where to go, Miles wouldn't last a week out here. The planet he had originally had come from maybe, but here? There was no way he had absolutely no experience, at least not enough experience living on pandora. He had no guide and no teammates to back him up. Even he knew his own limitations on this planet. At least thats what he thought.

 “ Fine. “ Miles moved reluctantly, taking hold of her hand as she helped him heave himself up and over the back of the horse-like creature before him. At first he nearly slid off the other side but was able to steady himself before that was going to become a problem. Lucky enough for him Tilor had waited just long enough to ensure that he was situated comfortably and securely as she always seemed to start off into a gallup without so much as a warning to him. The only thing stopping him from losing any balance was the simple fact that he had to hold onto her. A part of him thought she had done this on purpose, went this way in order to teach him some sort of lesson.

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 Their journey to the clan was quite short, the only reason she hadn't made the choice to take him the night before was simply because she knew he needed the rest. Eventually she would get the information as to what had happened out of him but not quite yet. For now she just had to focus on bringing him into the clan. Alert the elders that he wanted to learn and genuinely seemed as though he had the potential to do so. For Tilor coming across Miles wasn't just by chance, there had to be a reason behind it. Of all the paths she could have taken that day it was the only one that led her directly to him. Everything happened for a reason, this was a part of her path and she had to see this through that much she knew for certain.

  By the time they entered the Olangi clan the rain was nearly a torrential downfall at this point and other members of the clan had already disappeared into their homes. Multiple pitchers where set out in order to collect the rainwater Simply to ensure they had a secondary sufficient water supply aside from the watering hole they had seated them self beside the last time they had migrated with the game of Pandora.

The Pa’li had slowed its pace upon walking through the village. Tilor carefully slid her self off the side, feet planted firmly on the ground as she left her Que still connected with creature just to ensure that miles was to hold down or at least slide down carefully enough he didn’t fall into the wet ground. “We must see the elders first, they must know… you wish to learn so you may stay. “ in her experience She had only seen one sky person that had come to learn from the Navi and had done so quite well from what she could remember. 

This must have been what Jake Sully had to go through upon his first day with that forest clan all those years ago. A version of himself had ordered him to get on their good side so to speak. Learn their ways and their weaknesses in order to take the land from underneath them. If Jake could do it then so could he, he was far stronger than that kid ever could be. At least that’s what he had thought. The only difference here would be the simple fact that he wasn’t going to fall for the natives of this planet like Jake had failed him in the past. Like Jake had failed a previous version of himself. Was that version really any relation to himself? He did have his memories after all however there was a lot of things the previous Miles had done that he himself was questioning.

“You have any other weapons? you cannot go in armed, guests can not be armed they will kill you. “ Tilor had previously confiscated his weapons the night before, however if she were in his place given how deceiving sky people could be, she herself would’ve hidden one. Miles knew what she was saying would be true. Anyone who pulled a weapon when they were supposed to be talking of peace would more than likely end up dead on the floor. In past experiences anytime someone tried pulling one on him they didn’t last very long. If he wanted to last and he had to follow the rules, Act as if he genuinely wanted to become one of the people of this clan. This would be the only way he would survive and the only way he would learn the proper ways of the Navi. Perhaps even away to complete his original mission, the whole reason he had been created to begin with.

“No, no weapons. '' The Navi woman before him have been thorough the night before when it came to stripping him of any weapons that could be deemed harmful to her. She was smart not to trust a stranger entirely.

“Good, don’t be you. Be respectful and you will get respect in return. “ Don’t be you? What the hell did that mean don’t be you? Really it just had Miles rolling his eyes at her words. There was nothing wrong with the way he ‘was’. Well, aside from the fact that he had already tried to push her around twice and failed miserably. Tilor wasn’t one to take his shit, that much she had made very clear from the moment he had opened his eyes. 

“ don’t be me. “ he mumbled repeating what she had said in in return as a soft huff left his lips as he made a move to follow her into what seemed to be one of the bigger tents within the village. No doubt the clans leader and elders where within its confines.

Tilor bowed her head slightly, bringing a hand to her forehead and out as if to acknowledge those that where there. He had seen this done in videos and his son spider had begun to teach him things like this over the months he had him in his custody. He knew that she was showing respect to someone higher than her, someone she intended on speaking to. It was a moment like this that Miles really wished he paid closer attention to everything that spider was trying to show him previously.

“ Tilor.. Oeyktìng aynga munge fì’u tawtute fìtseng ( Tilor, explain why you have brought this sky person here. ) “ Someone had spoken up, very clearly the Olo’eyktan or leader of the clan. Little bit miles no there’s a clan leader before The both of them, was one of the riders that he or rather the original version of him had previously gone to war against in the Battle for both the natives of this planet called the tree of souls. Akwey, the leader did not take as kindly to outsiders from other planets as he knew what normally followed behind them. Jake Sully was an exception, he was Toruk Makto The man can united the clans and drew them all forth into victory against the sky people. For him to accept this dream Walker before him into the clan simply to learn in hopes of becoming one of the people was for all intensive purposes a very low chance. He wouldn’t subject any of his warriors or clan members to teach the man before then now if they didn’t want to.

“ Poan nìragal nume,later.  Run poan, Ewya fya’o ( he wishes to learn, to change. I found him, Eywa put him on my path. “ Miles couldn’t really make out anything that was being said. He tried with what little knowledge spider had given him previously but it wasn’t enough. It was nowhere near enough to understand exactly what they were talking of and it absolutely frustrated him to no end. However if he wanted to stay, if he wanted us to work he had to remain calm. He had to basically beg for a place to stay here. If saying that he would learn , That he wanted to become one of the people with no strings attached kept him there? He would do so, it was the only way anything could ever get done. At least that’s how he saw things for the moment. 

“If I may please. “Miles took one singular step forward, a mistake he should not have taken as it would not be deemed an innocent approach. “ I just want – “ A warrior had pushed Miles to his knees for his advancement, forcing him down and grabbing onto the back of his braid in order to keep him in place. For added effect a blade was pressed firmly against his neck, ensuring he didn't make a single move of a muscle. “ something like that again demon, will be your last. “ the voice in his ear hissed with a threatening promise. 

 “ Dont move.. “ Tilor held her hands out in front of herself as she spoke. Her voice came soft, barely above a whisper and yet he still heard her. Even though he couldn't do much of anything anyway her words were still something he chose to listen to. After all, the Navai woman was basically putting her life on the line for him, a mere stranger she had never met before in her life.

 “ * You have brought this demon into our home And he has already tried to challenge us, he has no place here, he will learn nothing the sky people are too foolish in their ways. He will be to sell and my warriors will not wish to teach him, you only brought him here to die.* “   Akwey had spoken, giving ever so slight nod to the warrior that held miles in a restraint. Causing him to pull harder on his braid and press the blade within his hand a little harder against his neck, just barely nicking into the skin and causing the slightest bit of blood to slide down his neck.  How could he not struggle against that? Not only was it uncomfortable, the blade was quite literally piercing his skin. Something neither him nor Tilor wanted to happen at this given moment in time.

“ I will teach him!! I’ll.. I,  Poan ninew numeyu ( he will be my student) “ The first half of her words had been entirely in English. Tilor was practically begging to be given the chance to teach him before any blood was to be spelt. All she wanted was the chance to teach him as she was the reason he had been brought here. In a way she felt responsible if he were to die here, now? To her his death would entirely be on her hands and that sort of thing never sat right with her. She couldn’t bear the thought even though she barely knew the man. it wasn’t something she could explain, at least not yet. Not until she figured out what it was herself, whatever this feeling was Tilor just knew that miles had to have a chance at this before any rash actions where made. 

Akwey held his hand up, A signal to the warrior to wait. If she was willing to teach him herself and take on this dream walker, this demon herself has her own responsibility it was her choice. Perhaps Ewya really did see something in this man and placing Tilor as his protector was the great mothers way of some sort of sign. “ * Release him, one chance is all he gets. If you feel you are up for the challenge be my guest but he is your responsibility. * “

The warrior that had been holding Miles now pulled the blade away from his throat, shoving him forward in disgust as he didn’t entirely agree with the decision. However there was nothing he could do but follow what he had been told before moving back into place. Miles fell forward, his arms catching himself from falling face first into the dirt. A sharp gasping noise came from him as he took in a steady breath. He didn’t dare move this time, not until he was prompted to do so. The warrior that had him in his grasp previously was just itching to find an excuse in order to finish his original intentions.

“ Iryao( thank you) “ Tilor had spoken, acknowledging the Olo’eyktan before stepping forward Tilor placed a hand on his back, the other coming to his arm as she prompted him to stand with her. Not that he needed the help in doing so, however this time around there was no fight in order to allow her to instruct him. Miles followed everything she did simply just to get out of there in one piece. 

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Tilor took him through the downpour into her own home. There was no where else to take him but there after all and she now had to clean him up once again. She should have explained better, should have given him better instructions at least that’s what she thought. Tilor couldn’t help but feel responsible for what had just happened, the fact that Miles had almost been killed for her bringing him there. She herself was already a guest even this was pushing it. Thankfully Akwey must have seen his potential, must have realized that this was Ewya giving him a chance. Tilor couldn’t know for certain, All she could do was hope.

“I am sorry, I did not know. “ she carefully directed him to a place in which he could sit down. Here he would not be threatened with his life for a singular misstep. Tilor moved away from him only to grab a few things in order to clean him up once more. Ensure that the small cut along his neck was going to heal properly before they where to do anything else. 

“I don’t know what the hell that was back there but you saved my life for the second time sweet cheeks and I thank you for that. “He hadn’t heard most of that conversation, it didn’t entirely make sense to him as a whole. However the only thing that he did comprehend was the moment that she had spoken up, the moment that she had yelled out the fact that she could be his teacher. She would take responsibility for him and that alone let him to believe Tilor was thr only reason he was left breathing in that moment. 

“You need not thank, my fault for bringing you here. But they will let me teach you, you are safe now.”  Tilor moved in order to sit slightly lower than miles simply to get a better angle at cleaning up his neck. The second time she’s treated him in two days only this time he made no motion to smack her hand away. He allowed her to do what she needed in order for them to move on with their day. “You will need new clothes, that can be figured out. These are not practical.” A change of clothes would definitely keep him from sticking out like a sore thumb. If there’s one thing Miles needed to do at the moment it was blend in in the clothes he was wearing did not help in the matter.

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[gunsli-01]

Trick or treat!

Tricolored Sweets with Pumpkin Smashing

A 3koto fic

There were very few benefits to working an office job. Well scratch that there were barely any benefits to working an office job. The hours were grueling, the pay would probably never be a livable wage, and if you didn’t get on well with your coworkers that could be the difference between your continued employment or termination. Then if you were unlucky enough you could wind up knowing your boss’s work and personal number.

I was unlucky enough.

Yet, there were some days that were better than others. Days where everyone was on their best behavior and there was an almost jovial atmosphere. Seasonal workdays. It’s barely any surprise- Bring a bunch of graphic designers together in one cramped space and there’s bound to be one person that goes all out for one holiday. Yet, Halloween was a day where everyone pulled out all the stops and pitched in.

That coupled with how rowdy things could get in the area during this time. Well, it is Shibuya after all. Most were just waiting for the workday to end and the festivities to start.

“Mikoto, good job on the decorations. It’s really helping with the atmosphere. Almost makes me not hate spending most of Halloween here.”

“Ah, it was nothing.” It was around four in the evening. Maybe with some luck I’d be able to get out of here at a reasonable time for once. I really hate working nights. Most of the employees with kids had left for the day already. So, it was mostly people around my age still hanging around. At around nine they’d start heading out too.

“No need to be modest about it. The chief flung all the decorating onto you at the last minute, and you still managed to do it. It’s impressive. Like what did you stay here all night?” Another coworker chimed up and I laughed.

“Ha, of course not-“ I had. “I’m really into horror so the moment they brought it up I already had a lot of ideas. It was pretty easy, really.”

“Man, well hopefully he has someone else to clean it up at least.” A pit formed in my stomach as they spoke.

“Cleanup is going to be hell. I feel sorry for whoever gets stuck doing that. Especially that gory sight in the men’s restroom. Highlight of the day though.” They all began chatting about it casually as I took a very cautious glance at my currently cut off phone.

“But you know- the chief is such a hard ass that he’s definitely going to want this all gone by tomorrow. Well, that’s what the custodial staff is for.” The first guy said as I could hear the telltale sounds of them getting ready to leave. Had that much time passed already. It was rather dark out.

“Hm, Mikoto you’re staying? It’s already past nine.”

“Ah- yeah I just have some finishing touches to add to this and then I’m heading out.”

“Well, make sure to lock up properly and take the trash out.” I just gave them a nod as I continued what I was doing.

“Man, didn’t you just say that’s what the custodial staff is for?” The other asked.

“Well, the chief says the last one out should do at least that much. His rules not mine.”

“Ha, ha- It’s fine I’ve got it.” I do it most days anyway. I’m almost always the last person to leave.

I waited for thirty minutes to give them ample time to get out of the area and make sure nobody was coming back. Watching the seconds grow into minutes on my computer.

“I need a smoke break.” I spoke aloud to myself in the empty office. As though I was announcing my departure to someone else.

It’s late… Why am I outside of the office? I looked over our phone and a mild annoyance began to bubble up. Ten thirty ugh I get to be out less and less these days. How long is this going to keep happening. Whatever, what is it this time?

[Hey, Mikoto make sure to clean up the decorations before you leave today. There’s a box in my office for you to put the decorations we can reuse in. Make sure to clean up that horrid display you set up in the men’s restroom too.]

“Ugh not again-”

I spent all of last night putting them up and now I have to take them down too!

“Ugh….”

I don’t even have energy to spare to get angry. I might as well hurry up and get this done before he wakes up. Don’t need this turning into a bigger mess than it already is.

It took until eleven twenty-seven but I managed to get everything done and the office locked up. At least-

“Huh, what am I still doing here- Was I going to go work overtime… Did I have work I had to do? There’s nothing I can think of… I’m pretty sure it’s all done. Besides I hate working overnight. Though an office at night on Halloween- It’d really give off that creepy vibe. All those empty cubicles and barely any light. Ah-” I should probably stop talking aloud to myself or people are gonna start thinking I’m crazy.

I guess there’s no used thinking too much about why I’m still here. Maybe work just ran later than usual. The lights are out and the buildings locked. The trash has been taken out too, so everything’s properly closed.  What time is it?

“Ah- no it’s gonna be twelve soon and I haven’t even done one Halloween thing. Maybe there’s a midnight horror film showing that isn’t sold-out!”

Ah, wait I did it again I really need to stop that. If the movie’s completely sold-out I’ll just binge some horror movies at home. I think I bought some candy ahead of time just in case. I might’ve eaten it all already though. Ah, I can’t remember and the more time I spend dwelling on it the less likely there are to be tickets left at any theater.

Let’s just forget about it for now.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN CANDCKIRBY!

[eyes1nthewoods]

henlo i would.... love to read about your knight commander oc(s?) if you have anything on them 👁️ pwotr has me by the throat so if you ever wanted to talk about them,,,,,,,

YES I WOULD LOVE TO TALK ABOUT MY BABYGIRL MAERCY

this got kind of long btw sorry 😭 i love her so much

spoilers for the whole game btw (not much for act 5 because her character arc kind of ends there but there is some spoilers for lann's romance post-game)

Maercy is a half-elf cavalier, her horse is named Wrecker and he's mean as shit. She jokes about him being evil, and that it's a good thing there's plenty of demons for him to kill otherwise Golarion would be at the mercy of her evil horse. Her favorite color is teal and the Carapace armor is essential to her character design. That is Her armor.

I don't quite know what her backstory is (I've always been bad at this) but I like the idea that she lost basically everything before she joined the crusade and now she's doing everything within her power to help as many people as she can, even to her own detriment. At the beginning of the game she's overconfident and cocky and her main strategy is to throw herself at whatever is trying to harm her or her companions first, hit is as hard as she can, and make it out alive. Hopefully.

she spends acts 1-3 being a little insecure about becoming the Knight Commander of The Fifth Crusade, but hides it behind a cocky and confident persona. She's achieved what was thought to be the impossible, how could she have any doubt of her success? But she does. The ritual that was supposed to send her to the origin of her powers, Elysium, (I picked azata with her, which has a Lot interesting content, and it fit thematically with her being a chaotic good follower of Desna) sent her to Areelu's lab. What does Areelu want with her, and what does she have to do with her powers?

Then she's stripped of her title and sent to the Abyss, after leading one of the most successful campaigns against the demons in 100 years, and her confidence slowly begins to crumble. What good is being a good person, when the people she helps turn out to be the very thing she's fighting against? She gets angry. Combative. Maybe even a little cruel, and she begins to withdraw from her companions.

And then the end of act 4 happens.

Who is she? What is she? How much of her life was really hers? Are her memories even real? All this time, the person that has brought so much success to the crusade has been the creation of the very demon who brought the Worldwound into existence.

She thought she was special.

She withdraws further, and considers Nocticula and Areelu's offer.

I like to think her companions, in particularly Lann and Woljif, bring her out of it. I really wish the game would've let the companions that the player had formed a particularly close bond with comfort the commander, but it's my understanding that the budget was running out when they finished act 5. Luckily, this means that I can do whatever I want 😎 also there's mods.

She winds up becoming extremely resentful towards Areelu, and immediately and violently rejects her powers at the first chance she gets. When she asks her companions their opinion, she's already made up her mind, but Woljif's response is what makes her the most sure of her choice.

She winds up having a sort of circular character arc, as she rebuilds her resolve and confidence, but she's more focused. She knows who she is and what she needs to do, and she doesn't need demonic gifts to do it.

In the end, she retires and goes adventuring with her beloved, Lann. Also i got the fucking alcoholism ending for him which IM REALYL UPSET ABOUT BECAUSE SHE GENUINELY REALLY LIKES HIM AND I FAILED TO MAKE HIM SEE THAT 😭 gonna fix that in my current playthrough. I think they have a bit of a rough patch post-game because a) Lann has the commander on a VERY HIGH PEDESTAL at the end of the game, which is understandable because this woman literally gave him the world (i wish i could've been able to challenge him on this in the game. Alas) and b) Lann is an anxious, overprotective mess and Maercy, as a former not-quite azata, is really big into personal freedom. They get through it and have twins (1 goatman baby who is normal and 1 lizardgirl baby who I am giving mental problems. they don't have names yet.) and grow old together.

[bonbon-bonny]

Maybe this world would be better off, if I just wasn’t in it anymore. I hope that’s not true…but sometimes it very much feels like it. Sometimes I want to give up. But still I cling to that little thread of life that’s left in me. I pray that people see how hard I am trying to survive, and would rather help me then see me end it all.

All I ever wanted when I was little was to be married, to have a happy family, to be a good parent and show my kids that the world is a beautiful place.

Please, show me that kindness still exists and has virtue. Please forgive me for my part in the way my life has unfolded.

The only thing I want now, is to hope that somehow knowing me made life just a little bit more bearable. Please don’t extinguish me. I am trying so hard and I have no idea why my life had to wind up like this.

I need a protector. I know I’m just a tiny fleck in the universe, but please keep me safe. Show me that life can still be good, that it’s not just an endless maze of pain and suffering.

I have so very very little.

The one thing I try to keep close to my heart is that the world may judge you, but god doesn’t. Sometimes people mess up in big ways. But should we look at them as if they don’t deserve happiness also?

Everyone, no matter how badly they have messed up in their life’s deserves happiness. Everyone deserves the chance to wake up feeling happy about their lives.

If someone has hurt me, I really do forgive you. I just want you to be happy. And the most I can hope for is that if anyone has the power to destroy me that they have the compassion not to. I don’t think any of us thought as children we would turn into the adults we are today. Sometimes we make bad choices, we hurt people, we hurt them sometimes without ever realising the damage we’ve done.

I don’t want to wake up every morning feeling like my life, my freedom, my happiness is hanging by a thread.

At this point, all I wish for is the chance to work on my projects and hopefully be married to a man that loves me and supports me in the best way he can. I cannot keep doing this all on my own. I am tired, I am exhausted. Please just show me the right thing to do, and I’ll do it.

Please….just someone…anyone…everyone…have some compassion for me.

If anyone has a job for me, please let me know. At this point I’m pretty much ready to do anything.

It’s okay to mess up, but if we do we should try our best to amend it to the best of our ability. In whatever ways we can. Sometimes it’s a lot, sometimes it’s a little bit more than anything the important part is to try. Anyone can be a hero, as long as in their hearts they wish to be.

I cannot do this on my own. I need a protector. Whatever it is, please just keep me safe. I need your help.

To those who may ever have it in their power to crush me but choose not to. Thank you for your kindness, thank you for your compassion. Perhaps I will never see you, but I will never forget your benevolence.

I am a demisexual. It means I think that I cannot fall in love with someone unless they make an effort. I cannot get turned on, I can’t get aroused. It’s annoying for sure, especially when we live in a world where so many people can just go there but 🤦‍♀️ I can’t. Every time I made sacrifices to try and make it work, it didn’t. Do I wish I could change this part of myself? Sometimes. It certainly would make things much easier.

Sometimes I like to imagine there’s a guy out there who feels the same way I do. Maybe he’s had his heart trampled all over too in the past. Maybe he closed it off and built walls to protect himself. Whoever that person is, it could be one or it could be many…I see you 😔 and I’m sorry that happened and I know how that feels. Just remember that even if I never meet you, there is someone in this world who understands. I would never choose to break your heart if you gave it to me. A man’s heart is a very precious thing. And I promise to always do whatever I can to keep it safe to whomever gives me theirs.

I cannot control what people do, I cannot make people love me, I cannot make everyone happy as much as I would want to. All I can ask, is that there’s someone in this world who sees me too. Sees how hard I am trying to be independent, how hard I am trying to keep doing the right thing even when it feels as if I’m about to breakdown, sees my value even if my value is very little and thinks that’s important.

At the very least, I hope that whatever has transpired today, will be better by the morning, and that all of us can wake up knowing that tomorrow will be a better day than the one that came before it.

[shandian-go]

Hi! If you’re willing to share, I was just wondering what degree you have or if you could give a vague idea of what field you work in. I’m trying to figure out a new career path and I still don’t have a clue of what to do.

You’re so capable and smart at what you do in GOs so I was wondering if you have recs for stable career paths or if you have advise in being as good at management as you are. Sorry if this seems intrusive! (Please don’t feel like you have to answer if you can’t/don’t have time or if these feel intrusive. I totally understand. Otherwise, I am very appreciative of a tiny bit of advise or insight into a stable career path.)

ahh i can try to answer about my own experience but my knowledge of jobs outside my own industry is pretty limited so this may not make for the best advice just an fyi;;;

i majored in accounting in uni and worked a few years in public accounting firms. it's not exactly an experience i'd recommend to everyone bc public is pretty stressful and it's 60+ hr weeks during busy season, but i learned so much there so don't regret it. we mostly work with spreadsheets and numbers and the standards for accuracy and proper documentation are really high. so those skills def helped me set up this GO in a way that could let me track everything comfortably.

i personally chose accounting specifically for its stability and my job didn't really get impacted by the pandemic. there's def a misconception that you have to be amazing at math to go into accounting but as someone who's definitely not good at Real Math, imo you just need to know the basics and also not hate numbers n__n;;; and if you'd like to get your cpa, then it's more about case writing skills and reading through accounting standards/tax rules than actual math calculations (at least in canada).

i will say though that quite a few of my friends have left accounting to go into tech as developers/software engineers, which has much better pay and a lot more job opportunities overall. there's coding bootcamps online so you don't have to go back to school for a full degree. however i've heard that their interviews are more technical so requires more self-study. and depending on where you work, the hours can be pretty rough too;;;

i also have some friends who are acturaries that work for insurance companies, but from what i understand, it involves harder math and they had to pass for 6-8 certification exams (in contrast i only had to pass 1). i know of a few others who got their cfa designation and got finance/analyst-type roles at banks but i'm not as familiar with the process;;;

unfortunately i don't know much about 'stable' careers outside of business/tech so that's pretty much all i can touch on;;; since my experience is pretty limited and i kind of stumbled upon my own career path, i think my only general advice is that if you're not sure about what you want, you can start with figuring out what you dislike or what would be a difficult fit for your personality type.

for me, i knew in high school that i was bad at sciences so avoided all science programs when applying to uni. i'm also not a natural speaker so it was pretty stressful whenever i had to give presentations or interact face-to-face with clients. eventually i figured out that i was better at writing and also liked working with numbers, as well as researching/digging into details to solve problems on my own, and ended up where i am now ;u;

choosing a career is such a difficult decision and i hope that you have family/friends who have more insight on your situation and can give you better feedback/support than i can;;; hopefully some of this was helpful and i wish you the best of luck!

[maximwtf]

“Nowhere else to go.”

                                            Kíli x reader

words: 2040

google docs pages: 3,5

warnings: injury, description of a wound, blood, comfort at the end (if that counts as a warning xd)

opening: After getting injured on a trip, you drag yourself to the entrance of Erebor. A dwarf you’ve got to know over time is the first one to spot you. 

AN// Reader can be any gender! This is also the first time I'm writing for him, so I’m sorry if he’s a little ooc^^”

                                “Nowhere else to go.”

With a hand pressed tightly against your side, you dragged yourself closer and closer to the entrance of Erebor. According to all the maps you had quickly gone through, that was the closest place to go to if you wanted to see another day. Apart from the other smaller cuts and bruises all across your body, the one that hurt the most was on your side. A pack of orcs on wargs had caught up to you, and one of them had been able to get a good hit to your side with an arrow. In the hurry you had been in to get out of there, the end of the arrow had broken off, and while getting away, what had been left of the arrow had gotten deeper into your side. It had been only once when you stopped to take a breath, that you noticed the situation and the severity of it. If the orcs wouldn’t come back to finish you off, the arrow would eventually. And so began your travel to Erebor, to hopefully get some help from old friends before it was too late. 

The arrow was thankfully blocking some of the blood from coming out, but the wound had still managed to stain your hand and the area around the wound red. It wasn’t the mess that bothered you, but the pain and the fact that you had begun to get dizzy a little while ago. With how it was looking, you didn’t have high hopes of surviving this one. You had been known as an adventurous person, and with that came different kinds of dangers. Because you usually traveled alone, you also had to fight all of your battles on your own. Most of the time though, you were skilled enough to survive with only small injuries you could heal yourself, but this was something else. This was something even with your skills you couldn't handle on your own. Someone else would have to pull the arrow out whilst another person held you down, because you knew you’d never do it on your own. Your mind would tell you to rather die than go through the pain of taking the arrow out, but if someone else did it, your mind had no power over it. 

It had been a while since the last time you checked how close you were, but now that you did, you saw how close you actually were. The energy you gained from that gave you enough courage to at least try and make it all the way there. At least someone would find you, even if you died once you got to the entrance. That gave you some peace of mind.

Time wasn’t a concept you understood at the moment. The dizziness and the pain had mixed up time completely, and you had no idea how long you’d been dragging yourself forward, but when the stone slabs appeared under your feet, you knew you had made it. By following the slabs, you found yourself in front of the gate that led inside the mountain. Your tired eyes scanned the enormous stone door, breaths quick and short due to the burning pain. You wanted to walk closer, but every part of your body refused, as if to tell you that they had done their job, and it was time for someone else to help you. 

You slowly collapsed to your knees. How embarrassing, you thought to yourself. You saw yourself as an independent warrior, someone who didn’t need much help to get around. What was this? You, on your knees, begging for someone to notice that you were there. Your body shivered with the wind, for once feeling weak. 

Your thoughts had muted all the sounds around you, and it was only when a hand touched your shoulder that you were brought back to the present. Still not hearing anything, you turned your gaze up. A familiar face met your gaze, one that you hadn’t seen in a while. His usually light hearted expression was long gone, and replacing it was one of worry. “What happened to you?” Kíli’s voice asked as he kneeled down to take a look at you. “I got a little scratch.” You mumbled as your head spun. Slowly, you removed your hand from the wound, allowing the dwarf to see the blood that had pooled onto your clothes. He lifted the shirt up a little, only to be met with the wound. The dwarf could see the badly opened skin, and the end of the arrow still in there. He didn’t have to nor want to see anything else, that had been enough for him to know that you needed help urgently. “See? A small cut.” You tried to lighten the mood, but it didn’t seem to work on him this time. “This is serious, you need help.” He looked at you, brows furrowed. 

You had rarely ever seen him serious like this, but even without knowing this new side of him, you knew better than to try again to make a joke. You both knew how much time you’d have left if you kept chatting. Kíli noticed the change in your attitude quickly, and with that, he took a hold of you and helped you back on your feet. By the way you were heavily leaning onto him, he deduced that you wouldn’t have been able to walk. “No, you’re letting me try.” You murmured through your teeth even before he was able to lift you up. He didn’t dare to argue with you just yet, knowing you wouldn’t care. He let you walk inside the mountain, just through the gates. “Can you not see the condition you’re in?” He said, and without giving you time to complain, he lifted you up. 

The dizziness had gotten bad enough to completely mess up your senses. You had no idea where Kíli had carried you or for how long he had been walking, but the next time you came back to it, you were laying on something hard. “Where are we?” You mumbled, trying to feel around, but your attempts to find out where you were were cut short. Someone took a hold of your wrists and pressed them down. “Óin’s going to remove the arrow and close the wound.” Kíli’s voice said from above your head. By looking to your side, you could see the long bearded dwarf preparing to take the rest of the arrow out. Your breaths quickened a little, even though your attempts of staying calm. Knowing it had to be done, you pressed yourself against the thing you were laying on. By doing this you got a glimpse of Kíli’s eyes. Soon Óin got a good hold of the end of the arrow, and with a swift movement pulled it out. This ripped a scream out of you even though your attempts to stay quiet. While gritting your teeth together you thrashed around on the table for a bit, before Kili was able to still your movements by slight force.

You had heard the arrow fall to the ground, as Óin had quickly began to cover the wound so it would stop bleeding. Your breaths were still quick and short, barely taking in any air as the waves of pain were fading away and coming back. It felt like you could pass out at any moment. Óin closed the wound skillfully, and wrapped your waist with a bandage. You could see him hand Kíli something before he left. Your eyes followed the dwarf, until he was nowhere to be seen anymore. 

Kíli got your attention by moving your head up by your chin. “Chew on these.” He said, handing something towards your mouth. As you bit down, you recognized the taste of the athelas leaves. You had eaten them before and used them in different ways to ease pain. While chewing on them and waiting for the effect to kick in, you felt Kíli sit next to you on the table-like surface. “What were you doing?” He asked, his usual attitude starting to show through once more, brows furrowed together with interest. “Tripped and fell.” your voice spoke form behind the leaves, lying of course. “Fell on an arrow?” He asked, a smirk forming on his face. “Yeah, people should stop leaving them on the ground like that.” You hummed, spitting out the chewed up leaves. 

You didn’t bother to tell him what had actually happened, knowing that he’d most likely figure it out himself by the way you looked, most would just guess that you had been attacked by orcs. The silence that had been building up slowly was broken when Óin joined the two of you once again.. This time he was holding a bowl of something, which he handed to Kili. “A mix of herbs to ease the pain.” The dwarf explained, which Kíli replied to by giving a nod. Your eyes followed as Óin left the room, and soon you were met with the bowl. “Will you be staying for long?” Kíli asked, pouring some of the mixture into your mouth. It didn’t taste good, but the thought of it numbing the pain made you pull through. You hadn’t even noticed that the feeling of passing out had faded away with Kíli talking to you so intently. “I was thinking about leaving in a bit, why?” You smirked as the expression on Kíli’s face changed to a slightly more annoyed one. He poured a little bit more of the mixture into your mouth this time, tilting his head as if to ask the question again, waiting for a real answer this time. You coughed a little because of this, which caused some waves of pain to radiate from the freshly operated wound. You groaned silently, closing your eyes for a moment. He’d done that on purpose. “Or I won’t be leaving at all if you drown me.” You mumbled, settling back on the table. Not getting a reply back, you assumed he was still waiting for his answer. “I’ll have to stay for a bit I suppose. I don’t dare to go back out wounded.” You said, starting to feel drowsy from the herbs. 

Your breathing had started to even out due to the herb mixture, and it was only now that you began to feel the exhaustion from the battle you had just gone through. “You sound as if you don’t want to stay here.” The dwarf hummed, amused by the way your reply had sounded. “I wouldn’t have come here if I didn’t like the place.” You mumbled, trying hard not to fall asleep. Kíli raised his brows a little, pulling himself further on the table. “You wouldn’t have?” He asked. You stayed quiet for a moment before saying anything. “This was the closest place and the one I knew the best. I also, wanted to see you.” You mumbled the last part, not usually being this honest. You’d blame the herbs for this later on. “Ooh, did you now?” He laughed, pulling your head on his lap so you didn’t have to lay on the hard table. He seemed to have noticed that you’d grown tired. “Shut up, I didn’t know where else to go.” You replied quickly after, closing your eyes. “I knew you liked me, but this-..” He started, but soon realised that you had fallen asleep, making him a prisoner on the table since he didn’t want to move and accidentally wake you up. You must have known that, since you had only chosen to fall asleep once laying on him. The dwarf huffed with slight amusement, he’d have to sit there until you woke up again. 

[addicted-to-dc]

Jason Todd/Red Hood X Reader - The Archives (Part 2)

I forgot how fun writing fluff can be. Maybe it’ll be three parts? Four parts? This story is too damn fun to cut it short. Enjoy the second part to The Archives!!

Word Count: 1.3k

Notes: Fluff, usual banter, paranoia, etc. Probably the fluffiest fic I’ve ever written.

You thought you’ve seen all Gotham has to offer. Jay proves you wrong on the first date, pulling the city at its seams so you can finally see behind its curtain. What you thought was just gothic architecture morphs into living history. The city becomes a history book, not just the living tombstone that you believed it to be.

The poem Jay referenced is abstract, something that you could never decipher, but somehow your Mystery Man did. How he knew about this place in enough detail to connect it with a poem is crazy. 

There wasn’t an exchange of phone numbers, not even an email, but somehow it works. The weather already moved on to a cool fall breeze, the wind powerful enough to make you slightly cold. At least it gave you a reason to run to the nearest café and grab a latte. 

Your classes and assignments were long forgotten as you wait near the statue of whatever historical figure that’s important to the school. There was some fun fact that always stuck with you since your orientation, something about shaking or tapping one of the hands. The clear difference between the gleaming hand and its dark sleeve told you that students still engaged in the tradition. 

As soon as you see him walking your way you jump up from your seat, walking out to hand him a spare latte. He flashes that damn smile again, extending out an arm as he begins to lead you near the edges of the campus.

“Hope you like lavender,” you say, watching as he takes a sip.

“Like it?” he asks, taking another sip.

He goes into the dramatics, pondering until he finally decides his opinion.

“I love it.”

You chuckle at his antics, taking a sip of your drink. The warmth made the wind bearable, and you take a mental note to ration out the drink as much as you can. You have no idea where Jay is taking you, but he assures you it’s still on campus. Not too far, but far enough to have your solitude undisturbed. 

“So, what’s this mysterious place you’re taking me to?” you ask, relishing in the warmth of his arm. “Hopefully I’ll live to see a second date?”

He stops at a crossway and presses the button, turning to get a better look at you. You’re joking, but there’s still hesitance in your eyes. How he reads you so easily should frighten you, but he’s not offended by your fears. If anything, Jay understands.

“I just found you, why waste the good company?” he questions you, sipping his latte. “Jokes aside, I hope we can continue to follow in the footsteps of Amadeus Arkham. It’s rare to even find an inkling of his works that aren’t scholarly articles.”

You smile at the sight of the sparkle in his eyes, much like a kid who just discovered an ancient treasure map. These aren’t just dates anymore, it’s an adventure.

“You really fell down the rabbit hole with this research, huh?” you laugh, continuing walking once it was safe to cross. “Is that your major? History?”

You look down to step over the ledge just to make sure you don’t fall on your ass. Your latte sloshes around, but manages to stay inside the cup. Your attention returns to him, but you finally notice that he’s deep in thought.

“Actually, I’m not a student,” he finally replies. “I needed to use the archives for a work project. Hopefully that doesn’t take me off the table.”

“Hmmm, I don’t know,” you ponder, taking an inquisitive sip from your cup. “Depends if you’re an investigator, historian, or… a journalist.”

Your attention diverts to the shift in the environment around you. There’s less students wandering around the sidewalks, which are a bit more run down than usual. The plant life in general isn’t looking too hot, but the architecture is what really caught your eye. You’re too distracted to notice Jay’s initial response.

“Hm? Sorry, I haven’t been in this area before,” you sigh, taking in the scenery. “It seems more modern than the college.”

“That’s because it is,” Jay replies, weighing his options. “This area’s only a decade or two younger than the college. How could you tell?”

You just shrug, “I don’t know, it gives off a different vibe.”

“A different vibe?” he asks, glancing at the buildings you just passed.

“A different vibe,” you nod, returning your attention to Jason. “So, what’s your job?”

He guides you to turn down a street, beginning a weird set of twists and turns that completely ruin your sense of direction. If Jay wants to get you lost, he’s accomplished that with the first few turns. 

“You got the investigator part of it correct, but there’s a little more to it,” he says, pulling back a chain link fence. 

“Don’t tell me… a detective?” you blurt out, shaking your head as soon as you see his face. “No, you would have agreed with the cop.”

Stepping through the fence, your breath is taken away as soon as you see it. It’s a fountain, or at least it’s supposed to be one. The marble is covered in moss and plants, but it only adds to the beauty of the artwork. A woman shrouded in torn cloth gently holds a downturned scythe,  her other hand laying open to address any who lay their eyes upon her. Everything made sense at the sight of her. You understand why Amadeus Arkham was so bewitched by the statue, dedicating so many poems to it. 

You turn to Jason, struggling to find your voice, “How did you find this place?”

He steps away from the fence to stand beside you, his hand ghosting over your waist. The two of you just take everything in. You’re afraid to take another step, convinced that you’ll ruin what’s left of this place.

“You’ll be surprised what a stupid kid who is obsessed with parkour can find when he’s bored,” he whispers, the weight of his hand grounding you to this moment. “Never realized what it was until now.”

“A scene right out of a fairy tale?” 

Light trickles through the leaves and dances across the woman. You don’t even know what to call her. A goddess? Maybe she’s the grim reaper, a motherly version that eases you away from life, pain.

“I didn’t know Gotham could be like this,” you sigh, leaning into him. “Thank you for bringing me here. You didn’t have to, but you did.”

Your eyes finally move away from the statue and look into his. The green in his eyes reminds you of the very plants thriving in this slice of heaven. The shades of his eyes even mimic the shades of leaves dancing around. 

“Can I kiss you?”

He instantly replies by leaning forward, pulling you so close that you can’t breathe. Jay’s lips gently meet yours, softer than any kiss you’ve had before. Your fingers quickly dart into his hair, tugging him even closer. His groan sends ripples down your spine, forcing a gasp from your throat. 

He’s the one to pull away first, allowing the both of you to catch your breath. Leaning against him, you shakily suck in air with a smile on your face. He has the same smile on his face and you can’t help but laugh.

“Is this what it feels like to fall in love?” you ask, afraid that you’re putting your heart on the line way too soon.

“No amount of poems can describe even a fraction of what I’m feeling.”

You feel like you’re about to explode into a million pieces as he pulls you close once again, kissing you under the canopy of a long forgotten treasure. Your mind goes blank and focuses only on the moment. No classes, no homework, and certainly no Gotham. It’s just you and Jason in your own little paradise. 

Your heart yearns to stay here forever, but reality catches back up to you. Burning, your lungs are burning again. It’s your turn to pull back, sad to have another moment stuck in the past much like the words of a poet that led you here.

Continued in part 3...

[orossii]

I'm sorry if you're weirded out by my outslaught of likes, lmao. It's because I really, really am in awe and curious about how you developed such a critical and honest worldview. What was your journey like? And what kind of books + media did you consume? I consider myself a Marxist, but I'm horribly uninformed and I want to be better. I want to exercise my critical thinking skills. I don't want to be bogged down by social media cynicism anymore. I want to have hope

@claim-staker no no, not at all, i find it flattering! thank you :)

and man there's no quick way to answer this question and i'll try not to get too long-winded with it, but i am gonna put it under a cut to give myself a little more room to be thorough lol. i’m going to mostly reference modern marxist thinkers here because they require a little more digging to find, but for classic marxist theory i encourage you to work through a good marxist-leninist reading list, such as @inqilabi’s here. i have a list of largely non-theory documentaries, youtube channels, books, and podcasts that i found personally helpful here and keep a youtube playlist of things i find interesting here. hopefully this answers your question!

sooo around spring of 2020 i got so fucked up mentally during the height of the pandemic hysteria that i started doing some very surface level reading into some buddhist meditation concepts. it clicked with me in a very intense way, and started a radical reorientation in how i think. it was like becoming a new person in a very short period of time. i had been locked into an anxious, self-absorbed worldview for all of my life and suddenly started understanding the world and human society as a coherent interlocking system that i was a natural consequence of. i found out that reality is the result of contradictions between opposing material forces leading to growth, decay, and then transformation into something new, and that concept can be applied to all scientific disciplines as well as to human psychology

from there i was like 'wow i need to get into politics for real' sometime in like, late 2020. way back in 2015 i went from gender ideology to radical feminism and remembered how exhilarating that learning process was, but also how demoralizing and alienating it could sometimes be. that experience i think gave me the sense that sometimes while learning, i'd be in a position where pursuing reality without judgment or dogma would put me at odds with other people, and i couldn't be afraid of that if i wanted to really learn

after dicking around with ‘progressive alt media’ trash like the young turks, i started learning about noam chomsky's media model of propaganda and had another awakening of sorts. i realized that the way information was presented to us under western capitalism was being used to manufacture consent for military aggression against the third world, and that the US economy basically ran on this subjugation. i became very interested in the iraq and vietnam wars and how the media was used to promote it. getting really interested in that subject caused my faith in western media to bottom out completely, and i became more receptive to the marxist ideas i was seeing presented alongside noam chomsky's work

i started listening to a podcast called 'revolutionary leftist radio' that in the present day i find grating for various reasons lol, but the host had some excellent interviews with a variety of activists, and i found myself most drawn to the marxist-leninist position. i was exhilarated by descriptions of the dialectical materialist process, which fell directly in line with what i'd learned from reading about buddhist philosophy except applied to the study of human society. basically, marx said that society is propelled forward by contradictions that arise due to the unequal distribution of resources within a class society, and that it's possible to predict certain outcomes based on analysis of those economic contradictions. mao's "on contradiction" and stalin's "dialectical and historical materialism" explain this in more detail and in plain language

from there i found outlets like the grayzone, mint press news, and breakthrough news, that outlined the ways in which the US and its western allies were plundering and degrading the global south via a highly aggressive and extractive finance economic strategy called imperialism. i read imperialism: the highest stage of capitalism and the state and revolution, both by vladimir lenin. i got really into the work of modern day marxist economists and political theorists like richard wolff, michael hudson, vijay prashad, utsa and prabhat patnaiak. more recently i'm really enjoying the work of jay tharappel

having that economic understanding of imperialism gave me the tools to analyze existing socialist states in terms of what their needs were as well as what they were up against re: being forced to co-exist with a militarily aggressive sole superpower that necessitates the subjugation of the rest of the world to function. i started systematically going through mainstream articles condemning these enemies of the US state and checking sources, seeing how long it took me to come to a conclusion entirely divorced from the local economic and political context at best or coming from "unnamed US intelligence officials" or paid off ex-pats at best. people like brian berletic on youtube are great at outlining how this process is executed by the western media and NGO- and military-industrial complexes. i developed a strong value for national sovereignty as an essential foundation for the development of a truly democratic and healthy society, which made me sympathetic not just to existing socialist states, but to non-socialist states that were targets of US regime change for the crime of not handing their resources and human labor over to the empire

i was in a supposedly marxist-leninist communist party for about 8 months before their dogmatic liberal leftism got the better of me and i stepped down. after the overturn of roe v wade i was disgusted by their complicity in the alienation of women, and it made me start to notice the ways what we in the US understand to be 'leftism' promotes dogmatic, anti-marxist thinking and contempt for the working class. i see the job of marxists to be firmly rooted in material reality at all times, and that means learning to find a synthesis between tradition and progress that comes from the will of the people and not from the top down. we can have our own personal beliefs, but when they're used to push the uninitiated away from the revolution the masses are supposed to be at the helm of that becomes unacceptable to me. if our position is truly materialist we should be prepared to defend it in such a way that bridges gaps, not entrenches them

we also have to reject cultural liberalism and recognize the ways much of what we understand about 'progressivism' to be an imperial export used to justify US imperialism in the modern age now that the patriotic marketing campaign used during the bush era is no longer viable. this article outlines what i mean well. there's a grain of truth to much of it in that racism and patriarchy are absolutely massive social problems in need of serious consideration, but the conclusions reached by this milieu are often individualistic, aggressively dogmatic, self-perpetuating, and rooted in the creation of new markets (cosmetic surgeries, drugs, diversity and inclusion consultancy programs, book sales, etc etc) as opposed to dedicated to the destruction of the economic systems that perpetuate inequality. racism and patriarchy can't be fought solely in the domain of people's minds, nor can their solutions be foisted upon a society that hasn’t been given the space to wrestle with them from the bottom up. hassan ali on substack has some good articles on this, and his wife brigid o'coileain hosts a fantastic gender critical and anti-porn marxist feminist podcast called ‘probably cancelled’ that hits on a lot of topics relating to patriarchy as well as the cultural domestication of the western left

the absolute best starting point for anyone interested in the anti-imperialist position is michael parenti. he’s been the gateway for thousands of english-speakers looking to learn more about scientific socialism, he’s a genius public speaker and very accessible. i also really love garland nixon’s videos on youtube for current day geopolitical analysis. i’ve yet to hear him describe himself as a marxist, but he’s a fantastic materialist thinker regardless

if you find yourself clicking with any of the people i mentioned above be sure to check their references for further reading!

thank you for this nice message and feel free to message me any time if you have questions. i’m honestly still very much just getting my feet wet with this, but would love the opportunity to talk things out with someone else who’s also interested in learning about imperialism!

[xoxo-teddybear]

Viagra Prank - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: smut, f!receiving, male masterbation, needy Bakugou, sexual touching

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Summary: After a dumb argument, Y/N decides to punish Bakugou by avoiding him while he’s superrrrrr horny

A/N: NOT SPELL CHECKED

Bakugou and Y/N had been arguing for an hour already. They have been talking about Y/N cheating on him.....IN A FUCKING DREAM. Yes it really scared Bakugou and he did wanna talk to Y/N about it, but he just went about it in the wrong way and so, this led to the arguing and yelling. Bakugou knew he was in the wrong, but he was too stubborn to apologize, at least verbally. Usually, that was okay for Y/N, because at least he showed when he was sorry. But this time, all she wanted was a soft and genuine “I’m sorry.”

Instead of apologizing verbally, Bakugou attempted to make up for it through his actions. He bought Y/N another teddy bear to go along with the others he got her, bought her a bouquet of roses and gourmet chocolates, and spent the entire day with her. At night, he held you close and filled your ears with sweet nothings like “I’m so lucky I have you,” “I don’t know how you deal with me, Teddy Bear, but thank you,” and “I’ll forever love you, Y/N.”

After seeing he put a little extra effort into this very “Bakugou” apology, Y/N forgave him, but she still wasn’t letting him off the hook. She wanted to punish him at least a little, but the question was “how?” She discussed it with Bakugou’s closest friends to give her ideas.

“You could ignore him all day.” The red head said, “he has a free day tomorrow, so I can imagine he plans on spending every second of it with you.”

“Nah, since he has a free day, I would love to spend time with him too. I don’t wanna ignore him, just mess with him a little to get back at him.” You said.

“What about one of those kinky couples do? A sexual punishment. Orgasm denial, overstimula-“

“NEXXTTTTT” you, Kirishima, and Kaminari said, cutting off Sero’s nasty thoughts. Besides, you and Bakugou were that kinky couple. And you knew he enjoyed all that stuff. The freaky bastard. You were getting nowhere until Kaminari said something unexpectedly smart.

“What about viagra?” He recommended.

“What?” You questioned.

“Viagra. You can buy it at any pharmacy and just crush up the pill into a powder and give it to Bakugou in a drink. It’s gonna make this man insanely horny, and to punish him, just deny him every time.” He said sipping his drink.

“I-.....that’s perfect!” You said

“Wow Kaminari, nice plan.” Mina said.

“Thank you.......hey can I get some more boneless ice?” Annddddd dunce face is back. Someone get this boy his water.

Doesn’t matter though, now all you have to do is buy the viagra and you’re set. That night, you and Mina went to the pharmacy together and bought the pills. When you went to sleep, you saw Bakugou waiting for you in the room.

“Jeez babe, what took so long? I was waiting here for like 2 hours!” Bakugou pouted. You laughed and kissed him.

“I’m sorry Suki, but not everyone goes to bed at 8 on a Friday night.” You said taking off your jacket and changing into your pjs. You climbed into bed as Bakugou defended himself.

“Well neither do I, but I woke up mad early today.” He said wrapping his arms around you. You pecked his forehead and tried to get some sleep, excited for the next day.

“Yeah, yeah you big baby. Just get some sleep.” As you both cuddled up, you layed with a devious smirk as an unknowing Pomeranian slept peacefully above you.

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That morning, you woke up early with Bakugou to work out together. As Bakugou got ready, you prepped his drinks. You placed 3 bottles of water in Bakugou’s gym bag and opened up one of them. Taking the viagra pill out, you placed it in a bowl and used the bottle cap to crush the pill to a powder. You poured the dust into the water, put the cap back on and shook the bottle. After seeing the bottle still looked normal, you subtly marked it and placed it back in his bag. When he came, ready to go you gave him the bag and you guys made your way to the gym.

After working out for a few minutes, Bakugou took a huge gulp of water. You noticed it was the bottle you marked and smiled. After a few minutes, Bakugou was starting to feel...something. He didn’t know what it was, but now he was staring at you...more than usual. Your body covered glistened in your sweat and the image of you like that was burned into Bakugou’s mind. The heavy breathing you did only accentuated his need for you and the way your body looked everytime you stretched or moved. God, he knew you were hot, but something about you today just hit different.

Bakugou walked up to you and held your waist.

“Suki?” You looked up at him with an innocent face that made him bite his lips.

“Do you wanna get outta here? I think we’re set on workouts for today, Princess.” He said while staring at your body and chest.

“Oh, sure! Let me just get my stuff and-“ you were cut off when Bakugou gripped your ass with both hands and tongued you down, he pushed you up against the wall and began grinding into you. You felt his growing erection press up against your sensitive heat which made you moaned into the kiss. This made Bakugou even needier. Unfortunately, you weren’t giving in so easily today.

“Hah...S-Suki..” you breathed out while pushing him off you slightly. “C’mon..can we at least get out of here and wash up.”

“Why? We can do that after I completely ravish you,” Bakugou smirked as he attempted to kiss you once more but you pushed him back smiling.

“Sorry Suki, but we need to get back. Okay?” You said and walked away as Bakugou rolled his eyes taking another sip of water. You both walked out but with Bakugou being a lot more handsier. You walked and he would jog up behind you and grab your ass, he would walk with his arms wrapped around your waist while standing behind you, and once you reached your dorm room, he shut the door and slammed you against it grabbing your chest and kissing you again with fervor and tongue. Sadly, once again, you pushed him off.

“Shower first Suki.” You said and walked to get some clothes out of your closet. Bakugou just sighed and banged his head against the door. He looked down and saw his friend creating a tent in his sweatpants and he let out a breath a horny frustration. Then an idea hit him.

“Shower sex?” He said hopefully like a happy puppy, and if he had a tail, please believe it’d be wagging.

“No.” Bakugou just growled and flopped onto the bed and face planted down on the cushion.

“Fineeeeee!!!!!” He complained while his voice muffled by the mattress. While you showered, you left a needy Bakugou on the mattress. He could only imagine what you looked like. Curvaceous body, covered in droplets of water, steam all around you making your cheeks red. Bakugou rubbed at his face. Why the fuck was he this horny?

When you walked out, you were wearing a small towel as you seemed to have used your wind quirk to dry your hair. Bakugou licked his lips as he walked up to your almost naked body and felt you up. He kissed up on your neck as you tilted your head to give him more access. You pressed your ass into his crotch as he grinded into you. You could hear his soft moans. His hand traveled to grope your chest and the other hand went to your clit.

“You want me to feel up on this sweet little cunt?” He asked as he pressed two fingers into you and you gasped.

“A-ah...” you moaned out as your tongue rolled out of your mouth and eyes rolled to the back of your head. You almost gave in to his desires until your phone rang, snapping you out of your trance. You pulled his hand away from you and walked to your phone but not before Bakugou tried pulling you back.

“Hey..where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you.” He said pulling you towards him.

“Katsuki..”

“Please, Princess. I need you..now.” He said as he grabbed your ass.

“Baby, seriously. Get washed up and let’s continue our day. Please?” You pouted and Bakugou sighed and gave in. He grabbed some clothes he kept in your closet and went to wash up. You sighed in relief and checked your phone only to see it was spam, but still glad it snapped you out. As you got dressed, you cursed yourself for falling so easily for Katsuki.

‘That damn Katsuki. Knowing my body, using it against me. Who the hell does he think he is being built like a Greek god like that?’ You thought as you dressed yourself.

While Bakugou was in the shower, he realized he needed to calm down. Yes he has an amazingly hot girlfriend he could fuck to settle him down, but it was clear she wasn’t down for morning sex today so he had to solve it himself.

He let his head rest under the hot water as his hand went to grab at his length and move vigorously. He imagined the way Y/N would look with her pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, swallowing all of him. How she would take his entire length in her tight little cunt, squeezing him perfectly.

“Y-Y/N...fuck..faster..” he moaned out with a breathy voice as he moved his hips, fucking his hand. He groaned and threw his head back.

“C-C’mon baby...s-shit, c’mon. Oh fuck..I’m cumming! ....a-ah!” He said as his hips stuttered and his release covered the shower floor. He sighed as he tried to regain his breath from his orgasm. It wasn’t as good as it would’ve been if it was actually you, but nonethe less, he came. Sadly, he still wasn’t satisfied.

As Bakugou walked out in nothing but a towel, he tried to get dressed but the second he saw you, his hard on returned. Oh, this was gonna be a long day.

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All throughout the day Bakugou tried his best to get you in bed, and when his advances always failed, he resorted to feeling up on you or running to the bathroom for release.

You had to admit, rejecting Bakugou’s attempts had gotten harder and harder. For each time he touched you, you basically had to leave yourself hanging. You felt yourself grow wetter each time to a point where even you almost went to hide away in your room and please yourself. Thankfully, it was almost midnight, meaning the day would be over and your punishment for Bakugou would be done. Then, you both can explore your desires.

It was late LATE into the night when Bakugou busted into your room as you were watching a movie. You paused the screen and spoke to him.

“Suki! You can’t just barge in like that, you’re gonna break my do-“

“Shut up” he said as he made his strides over to you and shut you up by tonguing you down. You fell into the kiss and returned it, kissing him with just as much passion. You peaked open your eyes and looked at the time. 11:47. ‘So close,’ you thought to yourself. You reluctantly pushed him away again.

“Suki..no,”

“Suki, yes.” He whined back as he attempted to kiss you again but you stopped him once more. He was getting fed up. He lifted you by your hips, tossed you flat on your back on the bed, and used his arms to cage you in. His hands pinned your wrists to the sides of your head and his knees were pressed into the mattress at the side of your hips. He got close in your face before speaking.

“You owe me an explanation, princess. I get not wanting to fuck on busy days or during a certain time but all day? I’ve tried to get you right here where Ive wanted you and you rejected me each time. Tell. Me. Why.” He said each word with poison on his tongue. You cringed at what you thought his reaction would be, but soon came to the conclusion that you’d have to tell him at some point.

“...Punishment” you said with a hopeful smile, praying that your boyfriend won’t fling you out the window. Bakugou looked at you with wide eyes.

“What?” He squinted his eyes at you and asked.

“You were acting like an idiot the other day and it pissed me off. I accepted your apology and forgave you but you weren’t completely off the hook. So I put viagra in your drink to turn you on and deny you as a punishment.” You cringed at how easy it was for you to tell him the truth. Bakugou looked at you with a confused look, then a smirk.

“So...you drugged my drink to get me riled up so I could fuck you? Didn’t know my teddy bear was so freaky,” he said licking your neck.

“What?! No! It’s not like tha- ah!” You were interrupted as Bakugou gripped into your chest.

“Then whats it like, teddy bear? Rejection? Well you’re not denying me now. Why not?” He asked you. But you had no answer for him anyway, so as far as he knew, he was right.

“That’s what I thought,” he said while continuing the attack on your neck. “I’ve been so neglected all day, I think as an apology gift, you should let me have my way with you. Doesnt that sound fun, princess?” He said the last sentence while letting his finger press against your clothed clit. You moaned at the feeling and felt yourself growing wet.

“K-Katsuki!” You moaned.

“Please, Princess?” He asked..practically begged.

You bit your lip and closed your eyes. Enjoying the feeling of his pads rubbing into you. You arched your back and gave in, spreading you legs for him. Bakugou smirked and was quick to remove your shorts and panties. Excited, he went to feast right away. No teasing, no waiting. He’s right into it, enjoying his meal. Sucking and kissing your bud, his eyes shut as he enjoys hearing your moans and tasting your sweet nectar.

The sudden feeling of his tongue hitting you and eating you out had you shivering. The massive amount of pleasure was so sudden, you could’ve cum right then.

“S-Suki! ...m-more!” You said as your hands went to grab at his hair. Bakugou groaned as you tugged and sent his tongue right into your hole. You cried out in such ecstasy that you legs began to shake.

“Cum on my tongue, Princess. Let me taste you,” Bakugou said before he went right back in. When you came, Bakugou lapped up every drop of you, savoring your flavor. He went up to kiss you and allowed you to taste yourself.

“God I want you so bad princess..” Bakugou breathed out as he released himself from his pants and lined up with your cunt. He rubbed his tip up and down your opening and you moaned in excitement.

“Let me have my way with you, Y/N.” He said in your ear as he pressed in. You wanted and needed him now. You looked at the time and saw, 11:56. Screw it.

“Please Katsuki! Use me! Please fuck me!” You begged. Smirking at your neediness, Bakugou slammed into you. Not giving you any time to adjust, Bakugou kept to his word and had his way with you. His pace was going so fast it had you seeing stars.

“Y-yes Katsuki! F-uck.....Mm,” you cried out. Bakugou lifted your hips to hold onto you and fuck you in a deeper angle.

“Shit....like that, Princess?” He said said with a smile as he kissed your neck.

“M-more Katsuki!” You begged again. Bakugou held onto your hips and kept his steady pace for awhile. He smacked your ass and kissed you deeply, exploring every inch of your wet cavern.

“You thought it was okay to fuck around with me like this? Huh princess?” He said smacking you again. You moaned at the contact and he gripped your ass. He grabbed your legs and put you in a mating press. The new angle reached deep inside you and hit the most sensitive spots. You screamed his name as he continued to fuck you with his head thrown back.

“Gotta keep quiet now...can’t let the whole class know what’s happening in here,” he huffed out “or maybe you want them to know. Yeah? You want them to know how much of a slut you are just for me?” He teased.

“Ohhh..yesss Katsuki.” You moaned. His cock was sliding into you perfectly, making you dizzy and drunk on euphoria.

“Yeah, but you’re my slut. Right? My dirty little slut. All for me, and me only.” He said as he placed his arms next to your head.

“I’m yours Katsuki! Just yours...ah!” You clenched around him. You could feel the way his balls slapped your ass everytime he thrusted into you. The sounds of skin slapping and your wet cunt filled the air and made a melody you’d never forget. In the heat of the moment, you began to feel the familiar knot in your belly.

“F-fuck. Cum for me princess, I want you to spill in on me.” Bakugou said. He went deeper, harder, and faster. Whatever it took for your pleasure. As he went in, you felt the knot become loose as you came on Katsuki’s dick and your legs shook. You cried out in pleasure as Bakugou continued to chase his own release. After a few more deep strokes, Bakugou met his high and climaxed. He filled your womb with cum and layed there as he emptied his load. You both layed there in silence, catching your breaths as you both came down from the high.

Instead of pulling out, Bakugou stayed where he was and just leaned in closer to you.

“You done messing with me, Princess?” He asked you. You let out a breathy yes as he kissed your cheek and pulled out. He layed beside you and cuddled into you as he held you close.

“I don’t know. I’m kinda satisfied with how this turned out.” You teased. Bakugou only let out a quick laugh in disbelief at his wild girlfriend and just kissed her.

“You’re crazy.” He said while holding you closer.

“But you love me,” you said.

“Yeah..I do.” He said as he rested his head against you. While basking in the glow of the after sex peace, Bakugou realized something.

“Umm..Y/N?” He started.

“Hm?” You said in a sweet voice, with your eyes still closed and you still cuddled into his chest.

“I’m, uh...I’m sorry..for how I was acting.” He apologized. This made your eyes burst open. He was apologizing..verbally. You looked up at him and gave him a sweet, passionate kiss.

“Thank you Katsuki, but I already forgave you. Remember?” You giggled. A sound that Bakugou will forever remember. A sound he will forever enjoy hearing. He just sighed and leaned into you even more, trying to communicate all his love through the physical contact you were both having.

“I don’t deserve you, Princess” he said as his eyes began to fall heavy into a deep sleep.

“You deserve me and the whole world Katsuki.” You said with love dripping in your voice.

“You are my whole world,” he mumbled in embarrassment as a blush adorned his face as he attempted to hide away in your neck. You blushed and smiled at his little confession and allowed him to sleep. It was past his usual bedtime after all.

“Get some rest, Hero.” You said, pecking his forehead with a loving kiss. As he drifted off, you just smiled and rested your eyes as you thought about the next time you would drug his drink. This little viagra prank turned out amazing.

A/N: y’all this was so sloppy😭 it could’ve been so much better but it’s been sitting in my drafts mocking me. I just had to get it out here. I’m sorry it’s not spell checked but I hoped you enjoyed it none the less. (The smut was so bad😭😭) see you next time, Cubs💗🧸

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neutral, chap. 9 (dream smp x reader)

series summary (in game!au) when an exiled tommy finally rebels against a manipulative dream, he finds safety in neutral territory, a place owned and guarded by you. staying in your safe haven opens up the younger one’s eyes to your way of life, while also revealing your deeper past before neutral; a past that involved a war for your love.

chapter summary george presents ghostbur and tommy a letter from king eret, who offers ghostbur the opportunity of his life (or death?). the boys keep you clueless to ghostbur’s dilemma, and you’re instead distracted by an urgent letter from technoblade which leaves you needing to get to him as soon as possible. the boys assure you that they’ll be fine and they’ll protect neutral in your absence, but an unexpected visitor makes an appearance just after you leave..

warnings swearing, mentions of death and war

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“morning, tommy,” y/n greeted when he finally dragged himself out of bed and into the kitchen. “i was just about to make breakfast. any suggestions?”

“uh..,” tommy hummed through a yawn. “i dunno. ghostbur?”

“i said french toast,” the ghost muttered quietly, a cup of hot tea already in hand.

“sounds good,” tommy nodded, taking a seat next to ghostbur at the table.

“you two are tired this morning,” y/n commented as she gathered her ingredients. “stay up late last night?”

tommy and ghostbur shared a look. “yeah. i guess.”

y/n gave them a curious look over her shoulder but decided not to say anything further. “alright, keep your secrets. i’ll figure it out eventually.” she hummed to herself as she moved to preheat the stove, and tommy drew his eyes to the table.

he didn’t know if they’d ever tell her what happened the night before.

“hey, you two.” the boys looked up from the game they had been playing to see george had entered the kitchen. he held out a letter to ghostbur. “it’s from the king.”

“eret?” ghostbur questioned, taking the letter with confusion.

george nodded, tucking his hands into his pockets as the boys looked to the regal, rainbow seal on the envelope. “he said it was urgent.”

ghostbur nodded. “thanks, george.”

“no problem,” george nodded in return. “take care of y/n for me, alright?”

“yes, sir,” tommy waved before george turned and left the house. wilbur broke the wax seal. “what do you think eret wants?”

“im not sure,” ghostbur muttered, his hand pausing opening the envelope. “they’re kind of unpredictable.”

“you think so?”

“i know so,” ghostbur sighed, finally taking the letter out of the envelope and unfolding it. tommy leaned over to read it with him.

it was two simple paragraphs of a letter, the handwriting neat and the message to the point. when tommy finished, he noticed ghostbur’s grip was tighter on the page. tommy’s wide eyes whipped up to his friend. his brother.

“holy fuck.” ghostbur’s distressed eyes turned to him. 

ghostbur gulped, looking back at the letter. he voiced, as if speaking it would make the idea any more real to them, “eret wants to revive me.”

“holy shit.”

“do you want a cup of tea, tommy?” y/n asked politely, snapping him from his thoughts of the night before. his head snapped up to see her gazing at him patiently. he finally registered her question.

“oh, sure,” he nodded. she handed him a warm cup. “thank you.”

she hummed in response. “you know, there are tales about what terrible things can happen to boys who don’t get enough sleep.”

tommy raised his eyebrows with a sarcastic look. “im not five, y/n.”

“i know,” she laughed as she mixed her batter. “im not either, but i completely believe in the nightwalker.”

“oh, you’re just as bad as phil,” ghostbur chuckled as he took a sip of tea. y/n gave him an amused glance.

tommy sighed, setting down his cup and resting his elbows on the kitchen table. “alright. i cave. what the hell’s a nightwalker?”

“you sure you wanna know?” y/n sighed dramatically. “i mean, you’re not five, tommy.” ghostbur let out a loud laugh at tommy’s deadpan expression.

“i can’t win with you, woman!”

she laughed out as she began to place soaked pieces of bread onto the pan atop the stove. “im just saying-” she cut herself off, looking over her shoulder as her brow furrowed. they allowed the room to engulf in silence, but tommy noticed nothing out of the ordinary.

“what-” y/n shushed ghostbur when he attempted to talk, quickly wiping her hands off. they strained their ears in the silence once more, and that’s when they heard it; the distance whooshing of distorted wind and distant calls.

“that’s the nether portal,” y/n spoke quickly, rushing out of the kitchen. the boys exchanged a look before following her down into the basement.

when they entered the portal room, a piglin was waiting for them. standing at nearly nine feet tall, tommy took an unconscious step behind ghostbur as the piglin swept his intimidating vermillion gaze over their trio. but his eyes locked on y/n, and he presented her a letter. a common theme of the last couple hours, tommy noted.

she took the letter, nodding politely to the piglin. he nodded in return with a soft snort before stepping back into the portal and disappearing back into the world beyond it, leaving only the remnants of a hot breeze in his wake.

tommy finally stepped forward when y/n unfolded the letter. “what is it?”

y/n gasped softly. “it’s from technoblade.” tommy looked back to watch ghostbur frown as y/n scanned the letter. “he’s hurt.”

“hurt?” tommy repeated, turning back to y/n.

“he’s hiding out at a piglin village,” she spoke slowly as she read, placing a stressed hand over her heart. “he says he got hit with a withering effect, took a couple bad hits to the shoulder.. he’s holding up, but resources are low.” she looked up to tommy, and he immediately saw the panic in her eyes. her hands were now shaking, her eyes wide and voice low and serious as she said, “he needs help. i..” she ran a hand through her hair as she let out a shaky sigh.

“hey, it’s fine,” tommy assured, placing a hand on her shoulder. “go help him.”

she shook her head, closing her eyes as she spoke, “no, i couldn’t leave you two-”

“y/n,” tommy cut as she looked back at ghostbur. she looked back to him. “we’re gonna be fine. i can cook now, ghostbur can..”

“tell you what to cook,” ghostbur offered.

“yeah. sure.” y/n smiled at the boys and tommy repeated, “we’ll be fine. go help our guy.”

she nodded. “i’ll go start packing.” she reached the doorway before remembering, “oh my god, the french toast!” her pace quickened.

neither of them spoke until they heard the trapdoor close after her. 

“have you thought any more about eret’s offer?” tommy asked quietly.

ghostbur shrugged, his gaze drawing to the floor. “couldn’t sleep last night, if that means anything.” tommy nodded, pursing his lips. “im not going without telling y/n, though. she deserves to know.”

“i agree,” tommy voiced. “that means you have more time to make your decision, then.” when ghostbur didn’t say anything, he continued, “‘cause who knows how long she’ll be gone with techno.”

“hopefully not too long,” ghostbur grumbled as he turned his body to the exit of the room. “shall we get some french toast?”

“as long as it’s not burnt.”

...

“there’s plenty of food and ingredients in the fridge, but make sure you’re tending to the gardens,” y/n listed quickly as she filled a satchel with potions. tommy tried to internally list them off as she packed them, but he found she had a few that he was unsure of. in any other moment, he’d question her under the sun went down. but she needed to leave. “the potatoes will be ready in a few days, you just need to dig one up to see if it’s ready before you harvest all of them. just make sure you replant, since potato season is nearly over. if anyone stops by, tell them im sorry, but please offer them a meal and be kind, tell them i’ll be gone a week at most. my recipe book is-”

“in the drawer to the left of the fridge, i know,” tommy spoke. “and the gardening book is right next to it.” y/n closed her bag, offering tommy a smile as he continued, “we’ll be fine, y/n. it’s only a few days.”

“i know, just..” she shook her head and guided them to exit the small potion room in the basement, making their way to the portal room. “i worry. i hate that i can’t be everywhere at once.”

tommy shrugged. “would’ve made the war a lot easier, im sure.”

she nodded with a considering look as ghostbur joined them. “probably. i’d rather not test the theory, though.” tommy chuckled and she offered him another smile. she opened her arms to him. “be safe.”

“i should be saying that to you,” tommy scoffed, returning her embrace. though tommy could admit, he felt uneasy about her going into the nether by herself, her warm embrace and the scent of sweetness lingering on her skin brought a kind of comfort to him just before she pulled away from him and turned to ghostbur. she was going to be fine; he was sure of it.

“wanna give me the speech about potato farming?” ghostbur joked, holding his arms out to her.

she shook her head with a laugh. “i know you kill every plant you touch. tommy’s in charge of the garden.”

ghostbur’s jaw dropped in offense as she hugged him, giggling into his chest. he couldn’t help but grin down at her, and tommy had to look away before he admitted to himself that the sight was endearing.

“be good, boys,” y/n smiled, shifting her bag and quiver on her shoulder. “treat neutral well.”

“yes, ma’am,” tommy nodded, and y/n offered one last wave before stepping into the portal. she was gone in a quick flash of purple and hot air. “so,” tommy sighed, turning to ghostbur, “what do you want for lunch?”

ghostbur raised his eyebrows. “chicken tacos?”

tommy threw his hands up as they began their walk out of the basement. “i can’t only make chicken tacos! there’s no growth in skill if i make the same thing over and over!”

ghostbur let out a scoff mixed with a laugh, earning him a curious look from tommy as they reached the ladder. “you sound like y/n.” tommy rolled his eyes as he climbed the ladder, ghostbur following after he lifted himself to the floor above. “she really is becoming your mother.”

tommy gave him a curious look when he reached the main floor. “did she say that to you?”

ghostbur shrugged. “she said you’re starting to feel like a child to her.” tommy raised his eyebrows, averting his gaze from his friend. “is that a bad thing, tommy?”

“no,” tommy said immediately. “it’s just..” he felt himself flush and nearly cursed himself. “she feels like a mother to me, so, it’s fine.”

ghostbur grinned at tommy’s embarrassed expression. “aw, tommy!” he slung an arm around the blonde’s shoulder, ruffling his messy hair with his other hand. “you have a mother figure!”

“ow, cut it out, man!” tommy yelled out, feeling his cheeks heat up further.

“no, it’s cute,” ghostbur laughed out, pinching tommy’s red cheek as he tried to wiggle away from the taller man. “you and y/n are an adorable mother-son duo! it’s precious!”

“no, it’s not!” tommy groaned, trying to push ghostbur’s cold hands away from his face. “i take it all back, y/n’s my worst enemy!”

“too late now, tommy! you’ve told me too much!”

“am i interrupting something?”

all motion stopped. the boys turned toward the main entrance of the home, ghostbur’s arm still slung around tommy’s shoulder as they both came face to face with a masked, cross-armed dream.

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