#still flipping between covering his face and having it be uncovered i like them both

[schellis]

Separation of Flesh and Mind

Two versions: one with his human face covered and one exposed :] (No lighting effects vers. under the cut)

(Also this is a repost of yesterdays art post because sawyer broke all my tags before and banished himself to the void, so thank you all for your support again :D )

[briseroyawritingsblog]

𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖

𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒕!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

• +18 minors do not interact. fluffy, happy ending, unprotected sex, soft sex, lots of smut, feelings, breeding kink, marriage. etc.

𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 / 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

divider by @anitalenia 🤍

“I do” you nod softly biting your lower lip, your sclera black eyes welling up with tears as you stand in front of your soon to be husband hands joined fingers tangled, the shimmery gold wedding rings touching.

“I do” Logan nodded too, itching fingers to raise your weil up to finally kiss his bride. God his heart was nearly jumping out of his chest and when the priest said that he may kiss his wife Logan didn’t waste a second. Uncovering your face he pulled you in his arms and covered your mouth in sweet kisses. Indulging into his warm embrace and his mouth you mewled at the taste of his tongue. Clutching your hands on his white button up your mouths melt.

“Ah..” you sob softly, opening your eyes. Raising your hand to look at your engagement ring, it shimmered even though it was pitch black in the room because of your dark curtains the lights from outside peeked in. Chest heaving up and down blinking away tears. You have been trying to make a baby for the last few weeks. For two months to be exact, but you weren’t lucky to catch on. Touching your lower belly you struggled with your emotions, hearing a noice in the living room you guessed that Logan was still awake doing paperwork. You have been financially stable, and living in peace. The life alone with him was so blissful and you experienced a true home. You worked with children full time, and you couldn’t stop wanting your own. Logan loved the idea of being a father and having his own running around so you both agreed to try and make a baby.

“Princess..” walking in the room wearing one of his white undershirt, pair of pants but the belt left open. Your tears didn’t stop as you lied there holding your lower belly even though he was now sitting next to you cupping your cheek wiping away your new tears. Soon you were about to marry him, he asked you to be his wife only few days ago. Small part of you struggled to accept that what if you were not able to carry children even though you had everything what you woman needed. “I’m sorry” a broken whimper escaped your lips. “Why are you sorry baby?” Logan spoke softly leaning down to kiss your forehead slowly dragging his lips to your cheek kissing away your tears. “Maybe I’m not a real woman.. I’m not real” you sobbed. Maybe it was pathetic, but god you felt so much like a failure.

“You are real for me” Logan kissed your shoulder resting his cheek against your own slowly inhaling her scent. You smelled like coconuts and sweet flowers, he closed his eyes dragging his nose to your collarbone and between your breasts. You pulled him closer fumbling with his belt and pants opening them “Show me..” you breathed desperate to pull his cock out. He groaned hungrily, getting rid of your sleeping shorts and your panties. Your pussy glistened with your slick, moans flowed out of your lips when he rubbed the head of his swollen cock between your folds. Hands coming up to his cheeks you flipped him over so you were on top. He groaned hiking up your tank top above your breasts watching them spring free god they were so round and perky. He loved every part of you-

Licking your fingers to moisten his cock even more before you happily sank on it. He let out a soft whimper seizing your hips with his hands trying to piston his hips up into you but you were too determined to love your man tonight. You wanted him so much- “Ugh baby..” you moaned clenching your mound around his cock his lips were left parted in pleasure when your small hands located his pecks. You began to move back and forth gyrating your warm core around his length making him melt under you. “Mommy and Daddy.. we can do it together” you let out little squeaks of pleasure as he ran his big palms on your sides lovingly caressing you. His breath hitched when you rocked your hips even faster “Fuck yes..” he grunted voice dripping with need and lust. Lips agape eyes shimmering with nothing but love as you picked up the speed of your hips riding him faster moaning softly. Logan couldn’t keep it down himself, he moaned for you as breath hitched in his throat. Feeling him in your soul your body shivered in pleasure “Daddy” you mewled bouncing on his cock quicker. Logan’s thumb slid in your mouth and you sucked on it his other hand eagerly squeezed and fondled your breasts twirling your nipples. “F-fuckkk..” he let out a breathy groan watching you bounce on his cock he held your thighs in his large palms struggling to keep going it felt so good his body began to surge with more pleasure. Cock throbbing and swelling in you, you cried out laying back down on his chest as you kissed. His tongue immediately claimed your own and he flipped you over moving both of his arms around your tiny body pistoning his hips into you thrusting in your sopping wet core. You clenched around him milking him for all and you moaned into your mouths in unison. Tongues swirling together your hands scratching down his back as pleasure bolted through your spine arching your back hitting your hips upwards welcoming his thrusts until you both found your highs. Even through your orgasms you moaned into each other’s mouths holding each other. Your legs and arms remained around him. Gazing at the ceiling Logan rested his face on your naked chest you hummed in post haze euphoria “I love you so much..” he sighed in satisfaction sleepily “me too bub, i love you to pieces”

two weeks passed— you got married. The ceremony was private and between you and Logan only and you couldn’t be happier. You didn’t need much in your life just him— just your person and your soulmate, but you tested negative for pregnancy again. Tears forming in your eyes holding your belly. “Nothing?” Logan wrapped his arms around you from behind and you sighed closing your eyes caressing his forearms looking at the negative pregnancy test on the sink. Your wedding rings shimmered under the light as your fingers touched “We will get lucky.. you gonna carry my little wolves soon” he kissed your cheek a soft smile on his lips burying his face in your hair. Heart skipped a beat at the thought of the moment you’d find out eventually that you’re carrying his baby wolves like he loved to call them.

“dinner in twenty..” you whispered kissing his knuckles before slipping out of his arms walking to the kitchen. Thunderstorm spread across the sky and you hummed switching on the flat screen. News were on, thinking Logan would come to the kitchen to take a beer and relax by the tv but instead of doing so he was right behind you distracting you kissing the back of your neck telling you how much he loved you. You couldn’t hide your smile anymore, your cheeks blushed as he touched and caressed every part of you possible undoing your apron just to kneel down sliding your shorts and panties down your thighs. You stepped out of them eagerly switching off the stove. Turning you around your husband’s mouth was on yours latching hard and passionately kissing you. Moaning into his lips fumbling with his belt and jeans unzipping them Logan was already hoisting you in his arms pressing you against the wall. You cried out against his lips as he impaled you on his cock. “Need to fill my wife with all of me all night..” you whimpered locking your arms around his neck as he held your hips moving you back and forth on his cock slowly starting to thrust at the same time causing your heart shake in your chest eyes closing lips parting as you moaned loudly. His face found home in the valley of your breasts breathing harshly snapping hips into you gripping your thighs in his hands making sure they are parted for him and god you shook in his arms “darling.. ughhhh!! Ugh!” You cried clinging to him as if your heart depended on it and Logan growled his claws shooting out smashing into the wall behind you. You gasped looking at him your noses touching smiling the way his hips never stopped pounding into you “fuck fuck fuck…!” your head tipped back as you bounced up and down quicker and quicker your back sliding up and down against the wall your core clenched around his length. “mmm” running your hands down his back your thighs rocked against his sides the more he snapped his hips into you. “love my little wife’s mess on my cock, can’t wait to fill you with my wolves” he smiled against your lips and you giggled kissing him letting him hold you against the wall and repeatedly pound you until you couldn’t breathe and you were drenching his cock in your sweet release. Your body shook as you coated his length in your orgasm and soon he shoved himself deeply in you giving you another of his precious loads cumming deeply in you nestling himself right against your womb making sure it’s filled with his cum. “baby” you mewled, licking his lower lip and he hugged you close. “You have a wall to repair..” chuckling Logan smirked against your breasts “Can’t help it darling you feel so good” he spend another moment being inside of you and you both couldn’t stop kissing and tasting each others mouth —

“Just one more sweetheart.. c’on show daddy how much you love his tongue” he breathed as heat pooled in your core after not even remembering precisely— how many orgasms did your body endure underneath your husbands. You’ve read in books that newlyweds were always glued to each other and wanting one another so badly. “Please please” you whimpered rocking your mound against your husbands mouth as he teased your clit with his tongue and from the sweet overstimulation you couldn’t take it but cum once again. “Atta girl” he smiled kissing his way up to your breasts sinking back inside of you. Your moans echoed in the bedroom as soon as your hips clashed against one another and you both reached heaven. Passing out in your husbands arms, waking up in his arms— you couldn’t be happier. Heat radiating from his body as the first ray of sunshine peeked through your dark curtains the city becoming alive once again, the holographic advertisements showed something new everyday and you couldn’t stop your curiosity. New robots were made, were they like you? Overtime just coming to life? Or were you just the only one special? Logan stirred awake and he peppered your naked chest in soft kisses “Mornin kitten” you immediately blushed rolling on top of him hugging him tightly.

“Goodbye Blake!” You smiled at one of your little children leaving the day care. Waving him goodbye you gathered the colouring pencils off the floor when you felt the sensation in your stomach. It was a heavy feeling and it travelled upwards. Giving the pencils to your colleague you rushed to the bathrooms, and there it was. Your very first time being sick, like a normal human being. A friend of yours came in to check on you and god you felt so nauseous. Lightheaded. That you almost fainted. And it happened at home too, maybe it was time for you to tell your doctor that you feel unbelievably unwell.

After Logan left for work, you dressed and left your apartment. Of course you didn’t tell him because he’d worry so much about you and you didn’t want to stress him. Maybe parts of you were dying out.. maybe you had blood poisoning. Or worse..

Sitting in the consulting room you spoke to your doctor about your symptoms and she smiled. “Have you been active with your husband, Mrs Howlett?” You nodded immediately “Well of course we love each other” you admitted nervously rubbing your palms together. “Let’s do a little check up shall we?” She guided you to lay back and place your legs on the holders so she can sit between your thighs and look you over. She smiled peeking up at you as you lied there nervous “Am I broken doctor?” You couldn’t help it. You didn’t know how woman’s body worked. “Have you had your cycle this month?” You furrowed your eyebrows together shaking your head telling her a ‘no’

“Well.. your cervix is perfectly sealed, you’re expecting” she smiled at you and abruptly sat up. “What?!” She removed her gloves nodding. “If this is your first please don’t be nervous babies are a miracle. I’m sure your husband will love the news” and there it was. You broke down crying— emotions all over the place and tears rolled down your cheeks. “You don’t understand.. we have been wanting this baby for a long time.. and I thought I’m not lucky enough to be real.. but I’m real” you sobbed taking the tissue from the doctor as she listened to you. “Marriage is beautiful—my dear, this baby is a blessing” she rubbed your back to comfort you and you smiled wiping away your tears.

As you walked home caressing your belly with both of your hands you couldn’t stop smiling. You couldn’t wait to tell Logan that you were carrying one of his precious little wolves and maybe more than one maybe two.

You wanted to wait until dinner to tell him, your heart was beating so fast every time you looked at him while he did some paperwork by the table. Approaching him you sneaked on his lap straddling him wrapping your legs and arms around him clinging to him. He smiled hugging you back pen between his lips reading specs on the bridge of his nose as he read through his paperwork. As silent as you were so was your crying, you were so happy. Soaking his white shirt in your tears you kissing his neck and his ear “I’m pregnant” you breathed and the pen from between his lips fell out. “What?” You nodded slowly kissing his shoulder “I’m pregnant.. and I’m so happy” you hugged him but his arms tightened around you seeking your lips. You kissed him softly meeting his gaze and you felt like your heart could jump out of your chest —

“I am real for you..”

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𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕. 🤍

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Burning Hearts Chapter 20

HI

Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC 

Summary: You’ve spent a year with Law and the Heart Pirates now. Law is still pressing to unlock the full capabilities of your devil fruit powers as a mythical zoan type, but you’ve got other things on your mind. You’ve uncovered Law’s plan to kill Doflamingo, but you’ve resigned to not stop him and accept the way things are meant to be. He needs you. Your heart lies half with Law, but half at home with the Straw Hats. 

WC: 2800

MINORS DNI ADULT CONTENT!!!

ALSO TW; mentions of past abuse, abuser makes an appearance, we've got a bit of a trauma situation

Burning Hearts Chapter 20: Stolen Property

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The ocean remained dark but gentle streams of sunlight trickled through the glass windows in Law’s captain’s quarters on the Polar Tang. These little glimmers of light nudged your eyes open and you stretched tiredly in Law’s arms. You smile, feeling rested for the first time in a long time. Maybe it was the peace and quiet of the bottom of the sea or maybe it was the relief of no longer having any secrets between you and Law… 

You feel the tickles of Law’s hair on the skin of your nape as he lowers his head to kiss your shoulder blade, making you giggle and push yourself back further into his secure hold. You flip yourself around so you can kiss his milky chest. 

“Mm…. Five more minutes…” Law grumbles, a smile evident in his voice. He grabs your hips and pulls you into him even more. 

“I never thought I’d hear you begging for more sleep…” You chide him as you continue to mouth at the soft skin on his sternum. 

“Maybe I just don’t want to get out of bed…” Law grinds your hips into his and you feel his morning wood against your front. 

“Well seeing as we smell like sweat and sex… we should probably shower before we go home. So the kids won’t suspect anything.” You chuckle. 

Law pulls his naked body back from yours briefly, skin releasing each others with a bit of a sticky pop… he had forgotten to clean you up before falling asleep… oops. He would have to remember to wash these sheets. 

“Ew…” Law softly remarks. 

“Ew?” You question, sitting up in bed. “You’re the one that blew your load all over me!” You toss the covers off both of you, Law shivers at the biting air of the room against his skin. “I’m going to start the shower, coming?” You say as you hop up from bed and head to the bathroom still fully nude. 

Law can’t help but bite his lip as he marvels at your naked ass as you trot off to the restroom. 

You enter the bathroom and grab two fresh towels from the cabinet to set them on the counter for later. You open the glass shower door and step inside to turn on the water. Stepping back out to wait for the water to warm up you notice yourself in the mirror. You turn to face the mirror fully. You notice little blue bruises on one of your breasts and on both of your hips. You ran your fingers over them. You were brought out of your trance by the steam from the shower tickling your skin. You gently step into the shower and release a deep sigh as the hot water soaks you completely. You push your wet hair back behind your ears and let the water hit your face. The shower behind you opens. 

“Room for me?” Law pokes his head in. 

“Always.” You smile over your shoulder. 

Law steps under the water with you and wraps his hands around your waist. 

“Mmmmph…” Law hums into your shoulder as he brings his hands up to grope at your slippery breasts. 

“Still hard, huh?” You tease. 

“How can I not be? I’ve still got you naked… I am but a man…” Law chuckles into your back as he tweaks your nipples. 

“Someone’s feeling bold this morning after finally getting laid…” You laugh and throw your head back against Law’s shoulder, turning your head to him. 

Law gives you a cheeky smile and leans in to kiss you, hands still spread across your torso. You break the kiss to slip your body around to face him. You reunite your lips with his and slide your hands down his chest. You grip his hard cock in one hand and begin to stroke him lightly. 

Law sucks in a breath and jerks back from your touch. 

“Fuck-“

“Let me show you something, okay?” You begin to drop to your knees in the shower, continuing to slowly jerk off Law the whole time. 

“Oh-oh… okay..” Law stutters out as he watches your wet face approach his member, your eyes hooded and full of lust gazing up at him. You gently held his hard length in one hand and wrapped your lips around his tip softly. 

“Shit!” Law immediately bucks into your mouth causing you to gag. “I-I’m sorry baby! Fuck!” Law brings his hands to your cheeks and pulls himself out, eyes searching to make sure you were okay. 

You lick your lips and smile. 

“I’m okay honey, can I have some more?” You ask, gripping his cock and bringing it to your mouth again. 

Law groans as he sees you wink up at him. 

“You can’t be serious…” You could swear he whined the words at you. 

You smirk and engulf his cock in your mouth. 

The deep, sinful moans that left Law’s lips as you blew him could have made you finish untouched. He desperately threaded his hands through your wet hair as he tried his best not to push his cock deeper into your waiting throat. With each swipe of your lips over his thick mushroom tip, Law let out increasingly louder whimpers and whines. 

“O-oh fuck… T-that’s n-nice baby…” Law, so flustered, coos down at you. 

You throat him to the base and Law moans so loud you can hear it reverberate off the tiled bathroom walls. 

“Shit-stop-“ Law stutters. “I’m going to-“ 

“Mmmhmm..” You hum around his length and move your hands to grip at his bony backside so he couldn’t pull back from your greedy throat. 

“Shit!” Law groans as his hands grip the glass shower wall behind him, knees wobbling slightly. Hot ropes of thick cum shoot down the back of your throat and the remnants onto your waiting tongue all of which you swallow happily. You giggle a bit as Law catches his breath. You rise from your knees and put your hands on his chest, admiring his flushed cheeks and the way his wet bangs stuck to his forehead as he panted. 

“Uh.. thanks..” Law smiles at you a bit shyly, like he didn’t have his dick in your mouth just now. 

“You’re welcome.” You lean up and kiss the tip of his nose. “Play your cards right I’ll even let you have the other hole sometime.” You laugh and start to lather up your sex-covered skin with soap.

Law groans. 

“Don’t fucking talk like that or we’ll never go back.” Law jokes as he tosses the washcloth at you. 

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You spent the ride back to the Heart Pirates base curled up in Law’s arms as he piloted the ship back to the remote island you both called home for now. You wanted to soak as much time up with Law alone and feeling his touch as you possibly could. 

“We’re here.” Law says softly as he docks the ship. He kisses the top of your head gently. 

You climb out of Law’s lap and head out of the submarine, waiting for him on the shore as he finishes up on the ship. He eventually appears on the deck of the ship and crosses the gangplank to meet you on the beach. He grabs your hand and you walk together towards the base. 

“What if someone’s out cutting wood and sees us?”  You muse as you swing your arm playfully, fingers interlocked with Law’s. 

“If I’m off base you really think those degenerates are getting up early to cut wood?” He raises an eyebrow as he looks down at you at his side. You chuckle knowingly. 

“I am honestly a bit scared to see the state of the base, even after just being gone for some odd hours.” You could only imagine the discarded string cheese wrappers on the kitchen counter and used socks and towels littering the cool metal floors of the base in the absence of it’s captain. 

“I’d rather have a huge mess than Penguin calling me about how to use the washing machine again.” Law scoffs. “Or Ikkaku calling me to scream about us being out of almond milk again… or Uni crying to me because Jean Bart isn’t playing fair in dragons and duchesses…” 

“It’s dungeons and dragons. The game is called dungeons and dragons.” You correct Law, rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand as you continued to walk back to the base. 

“You would know… dragon lady…” Law rolls his eyes. 

“Okay comic book nerd.” You shoot back playfully. 

The two of you laugh as you approach the base. Your garden was buttoned up for the winter for the most part, so no one was out there tending to your dormant plants. Law holds the metal door of the base open for you and you peck his cheek as you pass him on the way in. You both decide to head to your rooms to unpack your bags before you check on everyone else. 

You kiss Law’s lips before your separate to walk opposite ways down the hall towards your respective bedrooms. He smacks your ass cheekily as you turn and you give a small yelp. You walk a few paces to your room before you stop. You don’t hear Law’s footsteps either. You turn. 

Law was turned to you as well. 

“Is it…?’

“Really quiet??” You respond. 

“Yeah. I don’t like that. Come with me.” Law heads towards the galley. 

With you at his heels he pushes the door open to the galley and you push through behind him before the door swung clothes. 

“We’re back.” Law announces as he enters the room. 

All the heart pirates were crowded around the wooden table suspended from the ceiling. Ikkaku, Penguin and Shachi were seated on the benches as the rest of the crew stood around the table, looking at a piece of worn paper. Bepo was standing at the head of the table, with one paw pressed against the paper to flatten it out for everyone to see. 

Every face shot up from the table to look at the two of you. No one said anything. 

“Woah… who fucking died?” You asked with a fake chuckle, trying to lighten the mood but also there was anxiety was rising in your throat. What if it was Luffy? Or any of your crew? What if something bad happened to them?

“C-captain… a letter came… addressed to you…” Bepo nervously wrings his paws as he steps towards the two of you. 

“And you opened it?!” Law raises his voice a bit, rushing to the table to grab the piece of paper. 

“W-we didn’t, captain! I promise! It opened on its own! The seal broke off! I-I’m sorry for reading it! I couldn’t help it!” Bepo stutters and sweats. 

Law scoops up the paper angrily. He grips the edges of the page as he scans the handwriting. His face turns from anger to dread. His eyes widen. He sucks in a breath. His expression turns back to rage quickly. 

“This means nothing. Proceed as normal.” Law grits out trough clenched teeth. 

“Law… show it to me…” You come up behind Law slowly, trying not to provoke him further. 

“No.” Law clenches the letter in one hand now, using the other hand to push backwards so you wouldn’t approach him further. 

“No I need to see it!” You begin to panic… now realizing it was something serious and it must have something to do with someone you know.

“Everyone to their duties!” Law yells to the group but he doesn’t take his eyes off you, looking over his shoulder. “NOW!” He turns to his crew. 

Everyone spills out of the galley, not wanting to feel the wrath of their captain… everyone but you. You stood firm. The only sounds to be heard were the frantic shuffling of the crew rushing out of the room and yours and Law’s heavy breathing. Black smoke trickles towards the ceiling, pouring involuntarily from your nostrils. 

Eventually it was just you and Law. He turns towards you with the note crumpled in his right hand. 

“I can’t show you this. It would only worry you-” Law starts.

“NO!” You yell and step towards him. “NO more fucking secrets! You kept Dressrosa from me and I forgave you! I gave you every fucking thing I have left to give and I am NOT letting you keep things from me anymore!” You make a swift lunge towards his hand and grab the letter. 

He lets you take it. 

His eyes aren’t angry anymore, they’re pained. He lets out a harsh sigh as he releases the paper from his hand. 

You breathe heavily as you hastily unfurl the note. Your hands are shaking, but you’re able to flatten out the paper enough to read it. 

To One Trafalgar Law,

It has come to my attention that you are in possession of something that belongs to me. Give me back what is rightfully mine and you and your crew shall live to sail another day. 

I highly suggest you surrender my property to me if you value the life you live and the lives of your crew. 

I look forward to hearing from you.

Best, GJ

The letter was signed with a silver-grey wax seal, a large skull adorned with many tendrils and spikes. You had seen this seal. So many times you had seen this seal. You had seen it every time you looked down at your scar… every day since you were a teenager. 

You drop the letter, but you fell to the floor before the paper did. You hand flew to your mouth and your knees gave out as you screamed. Law caught you before you could hit the floor. 

“NO!!! NO!!! Law no!! He can’t!!!” You scream as loud as you can into Law’s shoulder as he presses you into him by the back of your head. His other hand wrapped around your torso and brought you gently to the floor and sat down with you. 

“No, and he won’t.” Law whispers to sooth you, trying to mask the concern he had himself. “Greyjaw won’t get to you… I promise you that…” 

“You can’t! You can’t promise that!” You smack your fist against his chest as you cried. “You don’t know what he’s like!” You sob harder, snot and tears dripping past your chin. Law pulls you to sit up in his lap. He puts his hand against your cheek and used the other to push your wet hair back out of your face. 

“I can. Because you’re stronger now. You can beat him now.” Law tries to convince you, still stroking the hair out of your face soothingly as you cried. 

You violently shake your head back and forth in his hold as you let out another sob. 

“I-I can’t!”

“You can… and you have me… and the crew…” Law says as he grips you even more firmly. You only cry harder. Law scoops you up and carries you to his bedroom. He didn’t worry about the crew seeing, assuring that they would make themselves scarce after the two of you learned the news. 

Law enters his captain’s quarters and places you gently on his bed. He joins you immediately and pulls the quilt over you both. It was early in the day but you were in no shape to train or do anything but wail really. Law understood. He held you close to his chest. 

Your sobs slowed and your breathing became more regular after a few minutes.

“Your captain said your dream was a to kill him. Said if we were to find him, make sure it was you that did it.” Law stated softly as he stroked the back of your head. 

“I.. I was supposed to do it… with Luffy…” You sniveled into Law’s chest. 

“I know. And I hope you do. I just want to make sure you know that it’s important to him that you do it… no matter if you’re with him or not…” 

Your sobs pick back up and you cry yourself out for over an hour or so, finally falling asleep in Law’s embrace. 

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A/N ** HI YALL! I HOPE YOU ENJOY!! I think the next chapter should be out early next week ehehehe.**

[mxtxfanatic]

Yi City Arc: Spooky Edition

Since I'm doing a spooky edition liveblog, that means y'all will be getting some spooky edition metas, and what better place to start than with everyone's favorite Yi City parallels! In this meta in particular, I want to discuss how mxtx weaponizes these parallels to temporarily trick readers into considering the wrong antagonist as the main villain.

I say it here that Jiang Cheng is introduced to us like a villain. In fact, up until this point in the novel, we don't have a villain. Every antagonistic character is dead, and Wei Wuxian has no fetters or obligations holding him back. But then Jiang Cheng enters the narrative, and unlike Lan Wangji's introduction, he is juxtaposed as cruel and bloodthirsty. In traditional English crime and mystery literature, Jiang Cheng would be Suspect #1. However, Suspect #1 in a mystery is almost always innocent of the main crime being investigated. Likewise—though I haven't read a lot of specifically mystery-genre cnovels—in cnovels with plots about protagonists uncovering the truth behind who schemed them into ruin, the first and most obvious antagonist thrown out is almost always just the cover for the true villain still lurking in the shadows. In mdzs, rather than using the characters' own deductions to mislead the audience—Wei Wuxian never suspects Jiang Cheng because none of their actions have ever been secret or hidden from the other—mxtx, instead, uses the Yi City arc.

How does this work?

Well, first she sets up heavy parallels between the major Yi City arc characters:

Wei Wuxian identifies heavily with Xiao Xingchen, particularly through his morality, dedication to justice, and his ending:

— To end up like that due to something that originally had nothing to do with him, that’s seriously...if Xiao Xingchen had been born a few years earlier, or if I had died a few years later, things wouldn’t have turned out like this. If I had been alive, something like this would never have been brushed aside. And I would definitely have become friends with a person of his character!

—Chapt. 30: Morning Dew III, fanyiyi

Inside the coffin home, Xue Yang paced as terrifying abuse flew from his mouth, full of both fury and rapture. “Saving the world! It’s so funny, I’m going to die of laughter. You can’t even save yourself!” Wei Wuxian felt several sharp pains stab at his brain. But this pain did not originate from Ah-qing’s soul. ... That very moment, as Wei Wuxian looked upon Xiao Xingchen’s body, he saw himself. A miserable failure, covered in blood, impotent, fingers pointed at him, furious denouncements shouted in his face. Powerless to reverse the motion of the sky. Powerless to do anything but weep.

—Chapt. 41: Flora IX, fanyiyi

Jiang Cheng, on the flip side of things, shares the same moral and life philosophy as Xue Yang, the villain of the arc.

If you are paying attention and connecting dots, it is at this moment in the narrative where you should start questioning if Wei Wuxian is actually the bad guy (if you hadn’t been already)—especially given how we see Xiao Xingchen so easily scapegoated for Xue Yang’s crimes simply because nobody bothered to verify any of the rumors they heard. However, this is where the red herring comes in: while Wei Wuxian—like Xiao Xingchen—proves to have been victimized by the scheming of others, Jiang Cheng, unlike Xue Yang, is not the main schemer behind Wei Wuxian’s downfall but, rather, an easily manipulated pawn, the perfect archetype of Suspect #1.

Jiang Cheng may have gleefully participated in and benefited from Wei Wuxian’s downfall, and we are even made privy to a slew of motivations for why he would do so, but what he lacked in the end was drive, ability, and initiative, the things that separate Suspect #1 from the true villain while making suspects such good false leads. An obvious answer throwing itself in front of the audience to attract its gaze is the easiest way to distract from the real mastermind sitting off-stage pulling strings. And if you, the reader, get so overconfident in your deduction skills that you stop looking at evidence and start making guesstimations and assumptions, you’re more likely to overlook the curtain in the background with the suspiciously human-shaped shadow inside it. After all, isn’t how Xiao Xingchen was labeled a vengeful murderer by the cultivation world because his sword was used as the murder weapon by Xue Yang proof enough of this?

[kinglearmadman]

Ch1. Seen Right Through

White is the purest of colors, untouched by anything. It is still, clear, and calm like water. It is inner peace, keeping the riff between us and the quiet beyond. Yet the silence is so loud. That white is all you can focus on. It is at the heart of every groundbreaking, earth-shattering change in lives, perspectives, beliefs, and spirits. White is what I saw in those eyes. Deep endless white, emotionless, yet vengeful white. White is what crept within the darkness. White is what hides in the shadows. And white is what I will find.

“What the fuck was that Raph!” Leonardo barks at Raphael as the two brothers sprint across the rooftops of China Town New York. Both taking their normal route back home, the sewers. 

“I didn't know another mutant was gunna be there! I was jus’ tryna save your neck from that foot solder. Who was TOTALLY kicking your ass ya punk.” Raphael spits back at Leonardo as they both dive off the building. Leonardo rolls his eyes as he spins and dives backward into the uncovered manhole. Raphael follows in pursuit of his brother as he front-flips into the manhole. 

“Now we’ve been seen, our cover is completely blown!” Leonardo says as he raises his hands in the air in frustration and anxiety. Master Splinter had one rule, and Leonardo was told to follow that one rule at all costs. Do not be seen. 

“Whaddya gunna to do about it, Leo? We can't jus’ go and find her n’ erase her memory! She most likely didn't even see us, man.” Raph says as he pushes Leo out of his face and stomps into the entrance of the lair. 

“Oh, great tweedle-di and tweedle-dum are back from their patrol.” Donatello nonchalantly says from his laboratory as both Raphael and Leonardo enter the lair's common area. Donatello walks over to the bickering pair, and as the tallest turtle amongst his brothers, in one motion nocks their heads together. 

Both skulls make contact with an audible bonk. The two noisy turtles say ‘ow’ in unison. “What was that for Donnie?” Donnie chuckles “You both wouldn't shut up.” He hands them new pieces of equipment as per Master Splinter’s request. “These are the updated cellular devices we all have to enhance communication and location status. Now I don't have to struggle to know where you guys are and can pull updates constantly.” Donnie rambles on. 

“Thanks, D.” Leonardo gruffs out and walks off to his room. Raphael also says his thanks by rolling his eyes as he heads to the weightlifting area he ‘collected’ (stole) over the years. 

Once in his room, Leonardo falls onto his floor in exhaustion finally able to be vulnerable. What am I going to do? Master Splinter chose him to be leader. Master Splinter chose him to wear the responsibility of his brothers' safety on his shoulders. Master Splinter chose him to lead the Hamato Clan into glory once more. How could he let another mutant see him and Raph? He cups his face and bows. Praying to the mystics above to help him come up with a solution before Master Splinter finds out and punishes Leonardo or worse Raphael. And for this other mutant to not be a pain in the ass like Bebop and Rocksteady.

As much as he hates to admit it even Raphael the violent hothead of the group is one of his most precious possessions. His family means the universe to him and will stop at nothing to make Master Splinter happy and to keep his family safe. To bring the Hamato Clan honor and glory once more is what he yearns for.

But Master Splinter is a sour and vengeful rat. He is hard on all of them Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and especially Michelangelo. Master Splinter cares for the four brothers but only as tools to bring the Hamato Clan into its rightful place and overthrow the Foot Clan. Over his life, he has become cold, and in the end, a strict and unloving father to the turtles. He is a great Sensai and taught them everything they know. From how to perfect their certain skills to sharpening their weaknesses. He made them into the amazingly skilled ninjas they are today. 

However, the lack of parental love made the turtles extremely devoid of engaging and dealing with their emotions in healthy ways, especially Raphael and Donatello. 

Leonardo needs to calm down. His mind is running too deep into thoughts. Leonardo crosses his legs resting his pinched fingers as he hums into meditation. Thinking of what life may be like if things were different and hopefully things will be different for his and his brother's 21st birthday.

[gaasuba]

The Fine Line Between Sacred And Profane

Tags: Fluff. Comfort. Gayatri needs and gets a hug

Preview: "Miles..." Gayatri's voice is quiet, and she sounds uncertain as she looks at her lap. It's so unlike her. Pavitr grips Miles' hand tightly as they wait for her to continue. "Do you and the others... not like me?"

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Miles barely manages to not stumble when he lands on the other side of the portal in 50101. He hasn't seen Pavitr in so long, both of them busy with school work, but now that it's summer break he can pop in unannounced without worry! Or.... Almost without worry. His excited grin falters when he sees Gayatri's startled expression. Of course he forgot to check if she was here. He feels incredibly embarrassed by his lack of consideration. She and Pavitr are sitting like they were just having tea together.

"Oh! H-hey you guys. I'm sorry. Is this a bad time? I can... go..." he says awkwardly, pointing back at where his portal just closed.

"Of course not!" Pavitr shouts, ecstatic to see him after being apart for so long. He does a flip over the kitchen table between them then pulls Miles into a tight hug, lifting him and spinning a full 360 on his heel, "I've missed you so much!" Miles laughs and hugs back just as tight, briefly reassured by Pavitr's words, but when he glances at Gayatri she still seems upset.

"Miles..." Gayatri's voice is quiet, and she sounds uncertain as she looks at her lap. It's so unlike her. Pavitr grips Miles' hand tightly as they wait for her to continue. "Do you and the others... not like me?"

"Gayatri, no!" Pavitr answers instinctually, but the unexpected question leaves Miles stunned for a moment. "Why would you think that!?" Bless Pav for asking what he's thinking.

"Everyone seems kind of... afraid of me?" As she speaks, Pavitr lets go of Miles' hand and runs the short distance back to the table to hold her's instead. "Everyone seems so disappointed to see me when they show up unannounced. Like you did just now." Her words along with the crack in her voice make their hearts ache. Pavitr sits to pull her into a firm hug from her side and she leans into it. "Even Hobie, who's usually so affectionate with all of their friends, they still keep their distance... At first I thought it was maybe just that I'm a celebrity. I'm used to that!" her voice spikes near the end but lowers again as she continues, her tears finally spilling over, "I thought if I was patient you would all get over it and I could finally be a proper part of everything, but-"

"I think you're amazing!" Miles blurts out, cutting her off and causing her to look up at him in surprise. He kind of surprised himself.

"Then why...?"

Pavitr starts fidgeting with his watch to send a group message.

"Because you're so cool and beautiful and... You!" Miles gestures at her as if that makes his language failure make more sense, and he can feel his face grow hot in embarrassment. "Pav is so crazy lucky to have you, and...!" He pauses to get his volume back under control, "and you've been so chill about the whole polyamory thing. None of us wanted to mess that up by being too much, you know?" Gayatri looks like she's going to cry harder. Miles' watch beeps with his notification for the cule's group chat and resists checking it, figuring it must be what Pavitr was typing.

"So... So you've just been trying to be polite? All this time??" A portal opens before Miles can answer, it's art style obvious, and Hobie shoots out of it, landing more gracefully than Miles had.

"So what's the emer-"

Pavitr interrupts them by quickly snatching up Gayatri and shoving her into their arms, startling them both. Then he steps back, covering his mouth and nose like he's praying the hug will cure her of a deadly poison and barely believes it's possible.

"So... what's all this then?" Hobie asks, holding Gayatri at the hight he had handed her to them, and Pavitr briefly uncovers his mouth to answer.

"Gayatri thinks you hate her!" he shouts, then returns his hands to his face.

"I think," Miles continues uncertainly, "I think she's wanted to be a part of the cule ever since Pavitr joined." Hobie's eyes widen, their brow furrows, and they hug Gayatri tighter.

"Every movie night," Gayatri says, her voice muffled by Hobie's shoulder as she hugs them under their battle jacket, "you get comfortable with someone in your lap." Her breath hitches before she continues, "Anyone but me." There's a brief silence filled with nothing but Gayatri's sob and attempts to catch her breath. In that moment, Gwen's portal appears and she leaps out gracefully.

"What's the emergency??"

"Emergency movie night," Hobie replies curtly, walking past her as they lift Gayatri's legs to hold her proper, then shifting their full attention to her. "You got a regular comfort show, love?" She nods against their shoulder. "You got that then, Pav?" they ask a bit louder while Miles and Gwen follow attentively behind, not wanting to miss a moment they might be needed.

"Of course!" Pavitr replies, rushing past them all to start setting up.

[wkemeup]

In Shades of Purple

summary: While on a mission, you uncover footage of the Winter Soldier Project, exposing just how much torture Bucky had endured. pairing: bucky x reader word count: 5.3k warnings: canon level violence, descriptions of torture, Bucky's trauma, PTSD healing and recovery, protective!reader a/n: This is based on request from a thousand years ago about the noticeable bruising on Bucky’s face after he escapes Hydra in the 40s

“Thought you said this mission was supposed to be dangerous, Rogers?” you quipped into the coms. The edge of your baton plunged into the neck of a Hydra agent and the electric wiring jolted through the man’s body, wiping the smug smirk from his face as his body trembled and collapsed to the concrete. You wiped your brow, standing up straight as you made your way down the empty hallway to the control room.

“From where I’m standing,” you stepped over the unconscious body of the fourth Hydra agent you’d incapacitated, “the only threat in this base is me.”

“Keep your head on, Y/L/n,” Steve’s voice carried through the coms. “You’re not out yet.”

“You’re just jealous you’re stuck on the jet and not down in the action,” you teased. If you paused for a second longer, you might have imagined the pristinely perfect blue of his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Just download the files we came for so we can get out of here,” Steve shot back, though there was a lingering laugh in his voice. “Bucky’s been driving me up a wall asking about when you’ll be home.”

You grinned; a rather cheery, bashful smile amongst the dark ruins of a once abandoned Hydra base. An agent at your feet began to stir and you wasted no time as you effortlessly twirled the baton between your fingertips and plunged the electric edge into his ribs. He jolted up for only a second before he slumped into a heap, unmoving.

“We both know Bucky’s tolerance for patience is rather low these days,” you smirked.

Steve chuckled. “He worries himself mad, is all.”

You nodded, a devious smile tugging at your cheeks. “His bed’s probably feeling cold, too.”

Steve groaned and you could practically imagine the tight-lipped frown on his lips, the lines on his forehead – the lingering evidence of an awkward, lanky boy from Brooklyn. “Not information I need to hear, Y/n.”

Your laugh echoed into the hallway as you jimmied open the lock to the control room, shoving a shoulder hard into the vulnerable crack in the door you’d pummeled a few bullets into. It slid open with an ear splinting creak, a wind of dust clouding up into the air at the sudden movement. You coughed, hiking up the edge of your suit to cover your mouth.

“This room hasn’t been touched in decades, Steve,” you observed, stepping further inside. You flipped on the light by the door and a soft buzzing purred in your ears as a flickering florescence illuminated the room. Layers of dust laid upon the surface of technology ancient enough to have been used by Tony’s father back when SHIELD was still operating under SSR.

“I don’t like you in there any longer than you need to be,” Steve said, his voice notably sterner. “Just download the files and get back to the jet. We don’t know if those guards called for backup before you knocked them out.”

You nodded, eyeing the room suspiciously. It left an unsettling feeling in your stomach as you caught sight of the Hydra logo engraved on the wall, its slithering tentacles curling around the room. To imagine the sort of men that had once occupied this room and the vile plans they shared for the future... you shivered.

“You got it, Cap.”

You tugged the flash drive from your pocket and quickly made your way to the center computer. Kicking out the fragile chair away from the desk, you stood at the keyboard and began to type the codes you’d been instructed to use by the intel team when prompted. With the flash drive inserted into the USB, you were beginning the sequence to transfer the data when a file caught your attention.

Blocked by a series of encrypted codes amongst an already near impenetrable firewall, the folder stood out from the rest, holding three times the data than the rest of the files you’d been instructed to download. It wasn’t named – not by Hydra and not by the SHIELD team who had ordered the transfer of all files in the hard drive – but a sinking feeling burned into your stomach. Hot, heavy – like molten lava searing through your flesh.

“Steve,” you gaped, heart racing as you stared at the file.

“What’s wrong?”

You couldn’t tera your eyes away from the file. “What are we here to download?”

“It’s above our clearance level.”

You could hear the hesitancy in Steve’s voice. He didn’t like being kept in the dark any more than you did, especially with matters related to Hydra.

“You’re Captain America,” you challenged, your hand gripping so tight to the mouse it started to ache. “Can’t you make it our clearance level?”

“Y/n,” Steve eased, the concern evident, “what is it?”

Hidden amongst an endless data dump of research and trials, of weapons manufacturing, of contact lists and shipment logos was a single file with the potential to destroy everything you held close. It threatened you. It threatened the man you loved. It mocked you through the vicious layer of glass upon the screen and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from its sinister grin.

“Steve, its—” You shuddered, trying to compose yourself. “They have information on the Winter Soldier program.”

There was no response on the other end of the coms.

Your body was paralyzed. Your breaths were coming in shallow and broken. An image of Bucky as you knew him struggled to push itself to the surface – soft flowing waves at his shoulders, a pinch of pink in his cheeks, a smile etched to his lips, and a sweetness in the gentle blue of his eyes – but all you could see was the man on the bridge. His eyes covered in black paint. Cold, empty. His body a weapon.

You stumbled back until you hit the row of computers behind you. Hands gripped down to the edge of the table as you heard Steve curse through the coms. The file stared back at you as you kept your eyes glued to the screen. It called you, beckoned you. You couldn’t let SHIELD get ahold of this file without knowing what was on it.

“I’m going to open it.”

A rustling echoed through the coms. “Y/n, don’t.”

You ignored him, determined now as you stepped up to the computer. Steve must have heard the clicking of the keyboard through the coms.

“Y/n, I’m serious,” he tried again, a little more desperate. “Forget breaking protocols, this is not something you want to see. You have no idea what could be in that file. Bucky wouldn’t want you to—”

“Bucky would understand if it meant keeping it out of the hands of someone who might use it against him,” you snapped back, already seven lines into decoding the Winter Soldier file. It had more firewalls up than the rest of the documents, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t crack.

“SHEILD wouldn’t—” Steve started, though he cut himself off before he could finish. Not even he was convinced of SHEILD’s moral superiority. He exhaled a tense sigh and you could picture as he pinched the bridge of his nose, a hand on his hip. “Just be quick about it.”

You weren’t planning on waiting for Steve’s permission, but an ounce of relief lifted some of the weight on your chest before you finished the last line of code. It was comforting to know he was with you on this, that he put Bucky above SHEILD and the Avengers, too.

There was no time to prepare when the decryption uncoded. Dozens of files and videos sprang across the dozens of monitors, encompassing the entire room and surrounding you. You clutched at your chest, heart pounding so loudly you wondered if Steve could hear it.

The first screen that caught your eye was two monitors to your left. Slowly, you gathered the strength to walk toward it. With every step you felt a tug pushing you backward, desperate in its attempt to shield you from what you’d uncovered. You pushed on despite its warning.

In the top right corner of the screen was an image of Bucky in his youth, dressed in his army uniform and with a face decades younger, softer. The rest of the file contained information markers, achievements on the battlefield from his time with the Howling Commandos, notable skills. In red marker, ‘sniper’ was circled three times.

You glanced up to find a screen one row ahead displaying a photograph of Bucky after the fall. Blood coated down the left side of his body, mangled flesh left behind over blue skin. There was a blur on his face, like he’d been moving, shouting, when the image was taken. He’d been resisting the vile touch of the Hydra scientists as they strapped him to the ruthless chill of a metal operating table. You clamped a hand over your mouth to shelter a scream.

To your right, the monitor listed in cold, clinical terms how they’d attached the metal arm to his left side, how they ripped open nerve endings and shredded what remained of his flesh. Documented like it was nothing more than a procedure, something to be learned from and used. There was pride laced into the words of the doctors who had torn apart the man you loved.

A row behind you detailed the Winter Soldier’s trigger words with small, handwritten notes on their effectiveness with each trial. Accounts of every attempt that left Bucky a sobbing mess on the floor, his hands pressed to his ears in a hopeless effort to block out the words. Accounts of the moments that left him motionless and empty inside – of when they went too far and stripped him of everything he was until he was almost nothing at all. Account of celebration when they finally achieved their goal and put their good work to test. They'd forced him to murder a nameless civilian in cold blood. The Hydra scientists drank champagne while Bucky cleans the blood from his hands.

At the edge of the first row, you found a list of punishments they’d used against him when he’d fallen out of line. Starvation, isolation, beatings, torture. A laundry list of places to cut and prod, tools to use that made him comply the fastest, the parts of his body that made him scream the loudest – a perfectly constructed manual of how to beat the Winter Soldier into submission. Your hands were shaking so terribly, you curled them to fists, and even then – it would not stop.

Tears sprang in your eyes as you walked around the room, drawn in a masochist trance to each screen as they displayed the various tortures Bucky had endured before he eventually broken to the will of Hydra.

But it wasn’t until the click of a projection illuminated against the Hydra emblem on the eastern wall that a strain of bile etched up your throat. The low crackle of decades old speakers burned through the room and you turned in horror as you heard the agonizing familiarity of Bucky’s voice echoing amongst the static.

“Don’t!” Bucky shouted—begged. His voice broke in the effort. It was higher than you’d known it to be, younger. Decades away from the man you knew. He shook with violent tremors as the men approached him. “Stop! Not—Not again. Please!”

Bucky was already strapped to the chair; bound by his wrists, his ankles, and a metal bar over his chest. His hair was cut short, eyes wide with fear as he thrashed away from the hands taping monitors to his heart. Shirt ripped from his body, his left shoulder was burned red with fresh scars and infection— bloodied, angry, violent sweeps of veins and tissues where metal consumed flesh. The appendage fresh on his body. His ribs were painted in blue and purple, cuts on his collarbone and cheeks.

He was screaming before they put the clamps against his temples.

You couldn’t hear Steve as he called your name – not as the electricity coursed through Bucky’s body, as scientists coldly shouted the trigger words over the break in his screams. His whole body was rigid, blood dripping down from his ears. Bile rose to your tongue and you expelled what remained inside your stomach to the concrete.

“Y/n! Talk to me!”

Steve.

You shook your head, tears openly streaming down your cheeks. You wiped your lips, staring in honor at the projection against the wall – at your sweet, achingly kind Bucky as they ripped him of his free will, as they tortured him until he was little more than the empty weapon they’d designed. He was so young; you didn’t realize how young he was when—

A hand gripped at your forearm and you turned to find Steve standing beside you. His gaze flickered to the monitors for only a second, his stare lingering on the projection as the machine finally powered down and Bucky slumped into the chair, unconscious. Steve’s jaw clenched, his face hardening over.

“Steve,” you exhaled, barely above a whisper, “we have to destroy this. If Bucky ever saw—”

“I know.” Steve was firm in his stance, a ruthless kind of anger burning on his features as he glared at the screens covering the room. He curled his hand to a fist. “We’ll wipe it. All of it.”

“What about the mission? The rest of the file...”

“Let me handle it,” Steve said, his teeth grinding as he watched the video of his friend lit up against the wall.

You nodded, a warm wash of relief pressing through your chest. On the projection above, you watched the scientists hull Bucky’s unconscious frame from the chair. His body was limp, thrown around like a rag doll.

You sank down against the edge of the table behind you, unable to hold yourself up as they dragged Bucky towards the camera. There, the dark bruising was evident along his temples and down by his cheekbones where the clamps had been. Burned flesh and deep shades of purple. Blood dripped from his ear.

Then, the video stopped. The projection turned off and the carving of the Hydra emblem against the wall stared blankly back at you.

You turned to find Steve typing rapidly at one of the computers. He was shaking his head, the frustration evident on his face. Then, he pulled the gun from his belt and fired four shots into the hard drive. You didn’t so much as blink. The monitor blackened, the room falling silent as sparks ignited and it went up in smoke.

“Will that be enough?” he asked, voice tense as he turned to you.

You swallowed, pointing to the towers on the west wall. “There’s backups over—”

Steve had already fired another three shots before you could finish your sentence. The towers were on fire, their lights flickering until they finally dimmed in a cloud of smoke. He turned to you again and this time, you gave him a single nod.

Steve placed a gentle hand on your back, guiding you to the exit. You wondered if he could feel how badly you were shaking.

“Bucky’s okay, Y/n,” he told you, his voice softer than you’d prepared for. “Hydra can’t hurt him anymore. He’s safe. You know he is.”

You nodded, trying to let the words sink in, though you suspected you would not be able to rid yourself of the gnawing pit in your stomach until you could see Bucky again with your own eyes. You stepped over the unconscious bodies along the hallway as you followed Steve to the jet. You didn’t say another word until you boarded the jet and sank into the copilot seat beside Steve.

The flight home was agonizing as you attempted to stifle the sobs that etched through your body. Steve gripped tight to the control panel, pretending not to hear.

***

Bucky was waiting for you when you landed.

He stood in his usual spot at the center of the hanger – arms folded over his chest as he and Natasha quietly entertained Sam’s usual chatter. His hair blew against the wind from the engines and his body seemed to relax as you caught sight of him through the slit of the loading dock as it lowered to the floor.

A smile lifted at his cheeks as he blatantly ignored whatever Sam was saying a took a few steps closer to you. He carried himself with a lightness you’d hadn’t seen in that nightmarish footage. His skin was sun-kissed instead of sunken and pale. His lips were full and pink instead of broken and bloodied. His laugh echoed and almost buckled your knees.

You didn’t bother grabbing your equipment or waiting for the panel to settle against the firm surface of the concrete before you bolted towards him.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Bucky chuckled, grinning at the sight of you, “did you miss—oomf.”

You slammed to his chest; arms wrapped tight around his neck. He froze, the shift almost instant as his hand slid along your spine, sensing the trembling in your body as you clung to him. It was like you couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t manage to secure him safely enough against you, couldn’t convince yourself that he was right here and protected and loved and not still bound to that awful machine.

“It’s alright. I’ve got you, honey,” he cooed cautiously, quiet enough for only your ear to hear. Then, Bucky turned to Steve as you listened for the heavy weight of his footsteps as he dragged himself from the jet. “What happened out there?”

Sam and Natasha were quiet as Steve ran a hand down his face. If it were possible, you held onto Bucky tighter. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“It’ll be best if you let us deal with it, Buck,” Steve eased, nodding toward Sam and Natasha.

You could feel the shift in Bucky’s stance, the argument building, and you tapped Bucky’s shoulder blade three times in quick succession with the pad of your thumb. He stilled and forced his muscles to relax. It was a code you’d come up with years ago – a silent plea to ‘trust me.’ Three taps.

Bucky nodded. “Alright, just... swear you’ll rope me in if you need help.”

Steve smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Of course, pal.”

He set a hand on Bucky’s shoulder and you could feel Steve’s fingertips graze your arm. You made a mental note to thank him when this was over; for all he’d done for Bucky and strength he lent to you.

You didn’t flinch in your grip on Bucky even as three sets of footsteps faded in their echo. Bucky didn’t dare attempt to peal you from your hold and instead, he simply ran a hand along your spine, humming soft enough for you to feel the vibration against your chest. Real. Tangible. Safe.

“We’ve got an audience,” he murmured to your ear; not out of embarrassment, but of concern. “Let’s find some privacy, okay?”

You nodded weakly against his neck and slowly began to pull away from his embrace. You kept a hand along his shoulder, another sliding down his right arm to hold his hand – something to grip onto to remind yourself he was here with you, that he was safe, that Hydra could not touch him as long as you did.

Bucky took in a shallow, tense breath as he met your eye. The cool touch of metal gently grazed over your cheekbones, smearing the tears before they fell. He softened, looking over you with bated breath as his eyes trailed over your suit in search of injury.

“I’m not hurt,” you told him and he relaxed a bit at that.

He pushed out a smile and gripped your hand firm enough for it to ache – grounding you. Then, he led you away from the curious stares of the agents lingering around the hanger. Their gaze followed you, their hushed whispers rippling in your wake.

“Ignore them,” Bucky said softly.

You nodded, understanding that he spoke from experience. Even in his years working with SHEILD and the Avenger, after all he’d been through, there were still some who questioned his allegiance, who kept their gossip and slander to the shadows. It didn’t bother him now as much as it did in the beginning, but it still managed to break your heart.

A silence carried between you as he guided you to the elevator, and then up to the residence floors. It was a small comfort and his grip on your hand did not falter for even a moment, not even as he crossed into the threshold of his bedroom.

“Now,” he started, closing the door behind you, “can you tell me what’s got you so shaken?”

You clenched your jaw, sinking down to the edge of his mattress. Your arms folded protectively over your chest as Bucky settled in beside you, watching as you bit down so hard on your lip it began to bleed. Tears sprang to your eyes as he cautiously set his hand to your jawline and thumbed at your lower lip until you unlatched your bite. He smiled sadly at you.

“Talk to me,” he whispered soothingly. “Let me help—”

“You feel safe here, don’t you?”

Bucky blinked a few times, thrown by your question. He must have noticed the flash of uncertainty in your voice, the worry lines etched into your features, and he softened.

He contemplated it for a moment before he nodded. “Where’s this coming from?”

“With SHEILD?” you asked again, hands wringing into your suit. “With the team? With... with me?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes. He slid his hand against your thigh in long, sweeping motions to draw the anxiety from its clutch in your muscles. When you looked at him again, you found him smiling sweetly at you.

“Of course, I do, sweetheart,” he said, though he paused for a moment as if second guessing his answer. “You know there will always be moments when I have doubts. I don’t know if I’ll ever be rid of that completely, but it doesn’t last long, not when you’re with me. This team, you... you’re family to me.”

You nodded, though you were unconvinced. You’d seen him wake from nightmares that left him broken and afraid, desperately clawing his way to the corner of the room in fear you’d hurt him. You’d seen the layers of guilt and shame that smothered him, sinking him below the surface. You’d seen how he’d flinched for nearly three months when Sam raised a hand in greeting.

Bucky sighed. “What happened on that mission, Y/n?”

You took a deep breath, turning on the edge of the bed to face him completely. You leaned forward and held both sides of his face delicately between your hands. He watched you as your eyes lingered over his temples, untouched and clear of burns and bruises, where the clamps had singed his skin. He watched as you traced your thumbs over his cheekbones where they were painted dark purple, broken blood vessels in the exertion of the chair. You touched at the edge of his earlobe, where blood had dripped from his ear.

“Y/n...”

“I won’t ever hurt you,” you whispered and the words seemed to shock him; not in their truth, of which Bucky believed with undying certainty, but in the break of your voice – the brokenness, the guilt, the shame, the longing. You bit back tears as Bucky turned his head only enough to press a kiss to your palm.

“I won’t let them touch you again. I’ll kill every last one of them before they can,” you swore through your tears. Bucky only nodded, very slowly, impossibly subtle, as he seemed to understand what you’d seen in the Hydra base.

You’d known what they’d done to him. Bucky only shared glimpses of his history with Hydra but you’d heard enough through the idle chatter of SHEILD agents and the small semblance of truth in the tabloids. You’d known enough and never dared to ask him for more.

Seeing it was something else entirely.

Watching as the painfully young, idealistic boy from his youth was ripped apart and made again into something empty and broken. Watching as they destroyed this beautiful man as you held him in your hands, listening to his scream as it tore through the film and ripped straight through your heart.

It shattered you.

Slowly, you leaned into him and touched your lips to his right temple. The tissue was long healed, the bruising decades faded, but you kissed him with the delicacy of fresh wounds. He sighed, a breath catching in his throat before you moved to his left side.

There, you pressed another kiss over what was once raw and burned flesh.

You moved to his cheek bones that had been littered in shades of blue and purple. Your lips feathered to his skin, so soft he might not have felt it if you hadn’t heard the slight tremble in his breaths with every touch. You kissed each of the wounds you’d seen inflicted in that footage, of the awful chair that stole his memories and his will. You kissed him until you tasted the salt of his tears.

“Being here, with you,” Bucky started, reflective eyes staring adoringly back at you, “was worth every second of it.”

You shook your head, heart splintering at the seams. “Don’t say that...”

“I mean it.” He circled his hands around yours, gently pulling them from their hold on his cheeks to press his lips to your knuckles. Then, he held them in his lap, caged in warmth and a tenderness he had not known for decades. When he smiled for you, a warmth burned through your chest – something safe and inviting, loving.

You looked up at the man you loved, at the tenderness with which he watched you, at the kindness etched deep into his bones, the loyalty burned into his very soul; a man who had been joyful and soft before the world broke him into something sharp and hollow. He was rebuilding himself now, slowly. With you, in the quiet sanctuary of his room, he was gentle and loving and good. He was a glimpse of the man you’d seen thrown to the destruction of the chair.

“You didn’t deserve any of it,” you exhaled, trying to cast out the image of him bound to the awful machine as it plagued your mind, the scream in his voice as the electricity jolted through his body. Tears blurred through your vision. “What they did to you...”

“I know. But I’m okay, sweetheart,” Bucky stressed with loving patience, sensing the shadow of guilt as it drove its incessant blade against you. “Whatever you saw, whatever’s making you afraid for me... it’s over. Hydra can’t hurt me anymore. I’m okay.”

He shook his head, determined as a smile light up bright into his eyes. “I’m more than okay. I’m happy. There was a long time when I thought I might not ever know that feeling again.”

Bucky tugged your stiff body into his arms, running his hands along your back until you relaxed against him. He pressed his lips to your crown, over your hairline and along your forehead – the gentle reminders that he was there with you as the darkness threatened to pull you under. You curled against him as tight as you could manage until Bucky eased you back onto the bed alongside him, drawing sheets over your bodies still dressed in uniform, laying your head to his chest to listen for his heart.

“I wish I could go back and save you from it,” you murmured quietly as his fingertips drew patterns to your shoulder. Your hand clutched into the fabric of his shirt as the contents of the Winter Soldier project burned into your mind – the experiments, the punishments, that film.

“I wouldn’t be here with you now if you did,” Bucky reminded you gently.

You closed your eyes, tears spilling over the bridge of your nose. “I’d do it, Bucky. I’d give you up if it meant saving you from those monsters... what they’d done to you... all that pain... your screams...”

The film flashed before your eyes again and you were thrown under currents as you watched those scientists strap the man you loved so desperately to a machine that tortured him until his mind gave out, as you listened to him beg and cry until his voice broke, as you saw the sweet, loving man drained from his body and a hollowness replaced.

Bucky wrapped you as tight to his chest as he could manage as the sobs finally broke through. You couldn’t contain it anymore, couldn’t suppress the lump in your throat as it threatened to choke you raw, and Bucky held you through every wave as it drowned you in his arms.

You despised yourself for allowing him to comfort you over his own torture, how he soothed through the pain of what he had endured. For you, it was fresh and bleeding and open. For Bucky, it had scarred over in rough tissue and discolored with age. The soft hum of his voice was the only thing grounding you from the brink.

“You bring me a little further away from that cell every day, Y/n,” Bucky eased before he pressed a kiss to your temple, one the lingered warm against your skin under the heat of his breath. “You remind me what it feels like to be safe and protected and... loved. It’s enough to outweigh the memories of my past, of what Hydra did. It’s enough to let me rebuild again.”

His heart was even, steady, as you listened for it against his chest. There was no flicker of doubt, no hesitancy in his words. His thumb swept delicately against your cheek, brushing the tears before they could fall.

“I’m so proud of you... of how far you’ve come,” you told him, tracing against the stubble on his jawline. “You’re a good man, Bucky.”

He smiled at you before he leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. It was short and brief, but it held a weight within the touch; it conveyed more than he could with words and you felt it in the way he held you.

When you opened your eyes again, you didn’t see the traces of the man strapped to the chair – no brushstrokes of blue or purple, no hollowed and sunken eyes, no raw and burned flesh upon his temples. You listened for the even pace of his breathing, of his heart beating soundly inside his chest. The feel of his warm skin and the touch of pink in his cheeks as the sunlight cast in from the window and graced over him.

When you looked at him again, you saw the man he was now.

You saw the laugh lines by his eyes and the resilience etched deep into his bones, the smile bright upon his face, felt the touch of his hands as they drew gentle patterns along your back.

Bucky Barnes had survived more than anyone should and still, here he was, as loving and kind as the man they dared to force into that chair. It was carved so deep into his very being, not even Hydra could steal it from him. You’d give your last breath to defend that part of him. He knew it, too.

Perhaps that was what granted him such peace.

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[notanotherreidgirl]

ok so imagine that u and virgin!baby boy Reid are roommates (you share an apartment and ur rooms are right next to eachother) and he can always hear u moan every night that you play with yourself, but he feels to guilty to do anything about his little ‘problem’. and suddenly one night he’s like super horny and jerks off, not knowing that you’re awake and can hear everything. you try to drown him out until you hear him moan your name, so you go to his room and slowly open the door so he doesn’t hear you and when he feels you on the bed he’s super apologetic but you’re like “it’s okay baby boy😏” and he’s like “please mommy let me make you feel good🥺” and even though its his first time hes so good and when you let him fuck you hes so whiny and needy 😩😩😩😩

We Shouldn't

Warnings: loss of virginity, masturbating, handjob, oral sex (male receiving), perv!spence, sub!spence, mommy kink, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word Count: 1444

A/N: I embellished a bit - apologies

Spencer made life or death decisions nearly every day. He had to carefully craft his words when talking down unsubs and be able to assess dangerous situations in seconds to decide whether or not to shoot someone but now, when faced with a relatively simple choice, he was completely stumped. He had been rooted to the spot for nearly 20 minutes, unable to process the sight before him.

In his defense, Spencer had very little experience with women’s underwear and certainly no experience with something like the lacy little number you had left in the dryer. At this point, he had spent so much time staring at you that he knew without a doubt that they were yours. He also knew that he most definitely should not be picking them up right now or putting them in his pocket or running out of the laundry room and back to his apartment without putting his clothes to dry. And he most definitely should not be stashing your panties in his bedside table. But, alas, should not is not the same as did not.

For example, he should not watch you from his window when you went off on your morning run clad in running shorts and a tank top. He also should not linger behind you in the stairwell, eyes glued to your ass as you bounded up the stairs. And he certainly should not listen to you get yourself off at night but he did, even going as far as to take down his framed map and press his ear up against the wall. Spencer’s only saving grace was that thus far he had managed not to touch himself thinking of you, the overwhelming guilt forcing him to take a cold shower instead. But tonight was different. Tonight the panties in his bedside table were beckoning him as he ate leftover takeout, calling his name as leafed through books he’d already memorized, burning a hole through the wooden drawer as he slipped under the covers and listened for you on the other side of the wall.

There’s no harm in just holding them, he reasoned. The next thing he knew the panties were out of the drawer and in his hand and his pants had somehow slipped to mid-thigh in the process. This could be fine. I’ll find a way to give them back tomorrow and no one will know.

And maybe, just maybe, if Spencer was a man of more restraint he would’ve gotten away with it but he was not. He could hear you getting ready for bed, singing quietly to yourself. It was oddly intoxicating to know that you were going about your business, completely unaware of him and convinced that you were operating within the privacy of your own home.

Except you weren’t ignorant of your next door neighbor. Thin walls worked both ways and you could hear his soft moans reverberating into your own bedroom. You sang a little louder to drown him out, guilt eclipsing your excitement. You had often wondered about the young doctor next door - always coming and going at odd hours, never meeting your eyes or bringing anyone back to his for the night. He was so nervous around you, it made you wonder if he’d ever been with a woman but you shook the thought from your head. I should not be thinking about my neighbor’s sex life or lack thereof.

Just as you resolved to go in the kitchen and leave him in peace you heard it. It was unmistakable. You stilled listening intently, half-convinced your imagination was playing tricks on you as it often did. But there it was again clear as day. “Fuck, Y/N”

You were an overthinker, always going over your options rationally and hardly ever comfortable with making spur of the moment decisions. But you were out of your apartment in seconds, using the spare key he had nervously entrusted you with weeks ago to slip into his place. A little voice in your head tried in vain to talk sense into you. You should not be breaking into an FBI agent’s apartment.

If only should not was the same as did not.

He had his back to you and you took the opportunity to perch yourself on the edge of his bed, the shift in the mattress finally alerting him to your presence. He whirled around in alarm and instinctively tried to hide himself and the stolen underwear, already soaked in precum and wrapped around his erection. You tilted your head slightly, trying your best to hide a smirk. “I thought I heard you calling for me”

“I-no-I can explain,” he flushed a deep scarlet, his futile attempts to conceal his predicament were only making it worse and there was no way he could come up with a plausible explanation with your eyes on him. The panic rising in his chest swelled - the feeling that he had ruined everything starting to trigger an overwhelming urge to cry. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry”

You softened your gaze, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on his thigh. “It’s ok, baby boy”

Just then, something changed. A switch flipped, a light came on, a natural dynamic fell into place. Very gently you took his hand, forcing him to uncover himself.

“Wouldn’t you rather the real thing?” With that you trailed his hand up your thigh and to your soaked core, letting him skim his fingers over the wetness between your legs and take in the notable lack of panties.

“I-uh-yes, but-” he stopped for a moment, searching deep within himself for a shred of courage before blurting out the rest. “I’m a virgin”

Much to his surprise, you didn’t even bat an eye, instead, you sunk down on your knees and ran your hands up his thighs. “Well then, we’d better make this extra special”

You replaced his hands, taking hold of his cock over the panties and setting in with a deliberate pace before running your tongue over his balls. You toyed with the soft flesh until you felt his thighs tremble and the whimpers he had been trying to suppress spilled from his lips. Once you were certain he had abandoned any sense of restraint you started to suck on his balls, relentlessly pulling him into your mouth and teasing him with your tongue. At this point he was incomprehensible, any words he might have said being carried away by the sobs working their way up his throat and the tears streaming down his face. Just when you were sure he’d come you retreated, pressing sloppy kisses down his thighs and removing your hands from his cock.

He whined. “Please, Mommy. Let me make you feel good.”

You pushed yourself up and into his lap, taking your shirt off in the process and cradling his face in your hands. “You think you can make Mommy come?”

He nodded into your chest, capturing a nipple into his mouth and instinctively sucking on it. You guided his hands to your waist and you lined yourself up with his tip, slowly sinking down and adjusting to his size. He gripped your waist tightly, willing himself not to come as he watched himself disappear into you. “All right then, let’s see if you can be a good boy.”

Spencer sprang into action, taking hold and bouncing you on his cock as he rutted into you. Simultaneously he continued to latch onto your breasts, littering your chest with marks. You dug your nails into his shoulders, feeling the tide of your release start to sweep you away. “Yes, just like that, baby. You’re being so good for me. So fucking good. My good boy.”

Just before you reached your peak, you threaded a hand in Spencer's hair and pulled him up to look at you. Those big brown eyes stared up at you, pupils dilated and vision hazy with lust. “I want you to come with me, baby. Right now.”

It was like nothing you had ever felt before, pure euphoria coursing through your veins and only amplifying when Spencer flooded you with his warm release. He gave a few more shallow thrusts, whimpering from the overstimulation before the two of you collapsed back onto the bed. You shifted slightly so you could hold him in your arms without separating, brushing his hair back behind his ear as he buried his face into your neck, now overcome with embarrassment over his actions. “I’m sorry, Mommy. I shouldn’t have taken your panties”

You tightened your embrace and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “It’s ok, darling. I’m glad you did.”

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[imaginativeamateur]

HEY!!!! I read your kakashi x reader in which kakshi takes care of tired reader and it was *chef’s kiss* so i was thinking if you could a kakashi x reader in which the reader gets poisoned during a mission. They get a small scratch so it does not work quickly. So when they get home, they start to feel a bit dizzy and then start coughing up blood LOTS of blood ( if you don’t mind). So kakashi gets worried and takes them to the hospital. When they get there tsunade tells them it is a rare type of poison so they will need a day or two to make the antidote. So the reader is in pain and coughing up blood. Kakashi tries their best to comfort them. Sorry it is long. Feel free to ignore it. Sorry for bad english. THANK YOU ✨

[Kakashi Hatake X Reader] Unbearable

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x gn!Reader

Note: Firstly, I'm glad that you like that piece, anon:D and your idea is fantastic!!! Okay, this one is a bit longer than what I usually write for, probably around 2,000 words. It's a mix of angst and fluff, the ending is fluffy though. And I didn't know what to name this one either:D Without further ado, please enjoy!

You pushed the door open, exclaiming happily when you finally got to sniff the familiar scent of his signature dishes, “I’m home, Kakashi!”

“How was your mission, love?” Wiping his palms on a handkerchief, he lifted his eyes from the pan to quickly examine if you had any injuries.

“Absolutely successful! We captured and brought the rebels back for investigation. My captain will be reporting it to the Hokage so I’m off for now!” You made your way next to him in the kitchen, pulling off your gloves in the process, “What are you making?”

Kakashi went off talking about the dishes he was preparing for your dinner but your mind turned fuzzy in the middle of his sentence. You lost your balance and tumbled backward as your sight blurred, not able to see anything clearly. With his quick reflex, the Copy Ninja caught you by your forearm and guided you to the floor, constantly asking if you were okay. Kakashi’s visible eye widened, brows furrowing as his hands roamed to search for any injuries that his eyes did not catch. You had no fatal wounds except for several scratches here and there, and he could sense your depleted chakra level. Lifting your body up in his arms, he whispered as he carried you to your shared bedroom, “You probably overused your chakra again. You should be back to normal tomorrow after a good rest.”

You sprawled tiredly in your bed, having no appetite for a meal and Kakashi respected it, he knew when it came to reviving a Ninja’s chakra, nothing would be able to beat some decent sleep. He let you stay by yourself for a few hours and went to finish his reports, returning to check on you once in a while. When he was finally done with work, Kakashi quietly slipped under the blanket on his side of the bed, carefully scooted closer to your warmth, hugged you close, and peacefully closed his eyes. In the middle of the night, you were woken up by the burning sensation that coursed through your entire body and a terrible headache, having just enough time to flip onto your side in case you would vomit right then and there. And you suddenly coughed, your throat was torn when the crimson liquid spattered onto the white tiles, bled your shirt, and dripped down from your chin. Being a light sleeper, the silver-haired immediately shot up from his pillow, switched the lights on, and scrambled down to the ground. You were trembling for the time being, and within a split second, Kakashi scooped your motionless body in his arms, rushing for the hospital.

He knew for sure that you were poisoned given the symptoms that were starting to surface. The hospital workers were greatly intimidated by the threatening aura that he sent, still hugging you tight as he brought you to the operation room himself. You continued to cough in his arms, and he did not mind his turtleneck being covered entirely by your blood. Tsunade arrived with a hurried disposition, and Sakura followed close behind her lead. Kakashi immediately reported your condition to the Fifth Hokage, grimacing when he saw blood pooling on the hospital bed as the Medic’s chakra slowly entered your body. He fought to retain himself—to not sprint to your side and cradle you tight, to not bring his hand up and wipe the blood staining the corner of your lips. It was all too much to him to see you panting in agony—

“Sakura,” the blonde Medic commanded, “set up for poison extraction. Get three more people.”

The pink-haired left the room after her teacher’s assignment, fleeting on her feet when she saw your tightly shut eyes and Kakashi’s scary expression as though he was going to burn the place down. Tsunade turned to the Copy Ninja, who was leaning against the wall with a visible eye that settled a tone darker, and called, “Kakashi, I need you to hold Y/N down when I extract the poison.”

He shuddered, unsure if he would still be able to maintain the last bit of composure left. The silver-haired found it impossible to remain himself when came to your safety, but he padded to your side, shaking hands reaching out to the pale face of yours. The Godaime assured him that everything would be okay and the man took a deep breath, moving his palms to rest on both of your shoulders as the rest of the team arrived, getting to work the second they passed the door. Kakashi held onto your upper body and arms, pinning you down onto the bed when the blonde started to focus chakra on her hands. “It’ll hurt, make sure Y/N stays still,” she said before the glowing green entered your body.

Kakashi could feel his sweats running cold against his temple, his uncovered eye fixed on Tsunade's hands, periodically glancing back at your face to make sure that you were fine. His grip on your wrists was tight but not bruising, fearing that it would add to the pain that you were already enduring from the poison. The Copy Ninja had his other forearm across your shoulder blades, pressing your torso in place as the Medic worked diligently. It hurt and you yelped, shrieking from the pure pain every time her chakra seeped inside. Kakashi was restless, biting on his own lips to halt himself from releasing his grasp and hug you tight. Your eyes turned dull when Tsunade finally got the last bit of poison out of your system, heavily placing your head back onto the damp pillow as the silver-haired wiped the sweats on your forehead. When all of you thought it was over, things took a different turn—for worse.

Pain suddenly shot through your body, and you started to cough more vigorously than earlier, blood covered the white sheets of the hospital bed. The whole room turned their attention back on your figure, your eyelashes fluttered, wincing when you felt the tiniest bits of your muscles being squeezed and ripped apart. Kakashi stepped back when he looked at his hands smeared by your blood, and grimaced, “… Didn’t you get the poison out already?”

The Medic furrowed her brows, examining the extract she got in a test tube, “It’s my first time seeing this type.”

Kakashi went feral, “How long?”

The sounds of your coughs filled the quiet atmosphere of the operation room. Every ticking of the clock seemed too audibly loud each passing second the blonde observed the Copy Ninja’s face. She eventually sighed and turned to the exit, “I’m not sure. It will take a while for us to create the antidote.”

“You can’t leave Y/N suffering like this, Lady Tsunade,” he breathed out laboriously, “I can’t.”

Kakashi’s words left his lips like a desperate plea as he stared at the ground. Tsunade shut her eyes to summon enough vigor to walk out of the room. Sakura hesitantly left shortly after, silently closing the door after sending her former sensei a sympathetic look. With shaking legs that were almost unable to hold him up, the silver-haired made his way to a chair beside your bed, tracing his thumb across your lips to wipe the bloodstain away. As a Shinobi, he was too accustomed to seeing open wounds and deep gashes—too familiar with his body covered in blood after a mission, especially when he got injured. But seeing you in this state made him crumble in dejection and turmoil.

“Kakashi,” your inaudible whisper pulled him out of his deep thoughts, “what if I…”

Before you were able to finish your sentence, Kakashi hushed you with a sign as he pulled the blanket up to your chest, “Don’t say anything, love. I’m not going to let you…” And he trailed off, finding it hardly possible to continue what he was saying. You were still in pain, forehead scrunched up to restrain the groans from eliciting, tight fists hidden under the cover because you did not want him to be more distressed than he already was. Kakashi slouched his back, head dropping into his palms, cursing under his breath, “I should’ve come with you, should’ve been more careful, should’ve gotten you to the hospital sooner. I-I’m sorry, Y/N… Please, please just be okay.”

His words fell apart, slipping past his lips muffled and croaked. It had been a long while since he last felt the wet droplets tittering on the edge of his lash line—range and misery boiled in his veins as he swore to himself this would be the last time he would see you like this for as long as he was alive. He did not dare to look at you, not when he had to helplessly witness his dearest person suffering. Your breathing decelerated, the sweats beading your hairline and neck had long evaporated, and you fell asleep between his soft whispers, exhausted and drained.

Every hour passed with dread for everyone. Each time Tsunade came back to check on you set up a thin wall of hope but it all shattered shortly when she shook her head and withdrew out of the room. You were coughing less, but that did not ease the Copy Ninja because you were shriveling impossibly lifeless. You could not swallow whatever food they supplied, only able to intake water and intravenous fluid. It was after lunch when Tsunade knocked on the door—two days since you were brought to the hospital, one day since you went unconscious—and Kakashi went to slide it open for her. No longer displayed a hopeful expression, he could not bear the disappointment and emptiness from the Medic’s shake of her head. But this time, Tsunade came with good news.

“We found the antidote.”

A single sentence from the blonde levitated the somber atmosphere that was clouding Kakashi’s mind. A contented smile found its way across his lips—though covered by the mask, Tsunade could clearly see his pupil dilating and the furrow between his brows starting to slowly vanish. With a quick move, she injected the solution into your arm with Kakashi watching closely, not letting any details went unnoticed.

“The fever should be gone after lunch, I’m not quite sure when Y/N will wake up though. That depends on an individual’s ability to recover.” She stated, “You two take care.”

The silver-haired thanked the Godaime and shut the door after she had left for several seconds. Then, he went back for a quick shower—the last thing he wanted was you worrying for his enervated appearance after two days without rest—not forgetting to plant a kiss on your forehead before leaving. When he returned, Kakashi brought a basket of fresh fruits with him, carefully peeling oranges and placing them on a plate for you in advance. He even went as far as bringing your pillow because you would be staying for another few days, and he wanted to make you feel comfortable. After checking over everything, he leaned his head back and closed his eye, stealing a quick nap with your hand in his—so he would know when you wake up.

The moment your eyes fluttered open, you quickly scanned the room, and your gaze settled on the very Hatake sleeping peacefully, then to his fingers intertwining yours. You let out a soft breath, “Thank you, Kakashi.”

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[normally-alexis]

||Choked up

Pairings - Wilbur x Reader

Warnings - Heavily implied NSFW, Gore-related topics, knife kinks, spitting kink, Pain kink.

Summary - Nights before L'manburg was destroyed and Wilbur went insane you meet up with him and stay over.

Word Count: 1927

L'manburg was pretty much peaceful even though Dream and everybody else didn't want it on the server. It wasn't really bothering anybody so far even though some people, it's mainly just a place to get out of the tough rules of the smp.

You hadn't got into much trouble since you were partially on dream smp's side even though you switch sides pretty often. Whichever side would win you would switch to that side because you didn't want to pick sides you'd be a villain in either's eyes.

Hanging out with Tommy was fun even though he was three years younger than you. It wasn't weird since you both had a strong relationship with Wilbur and Philza. Philza was a father figure to all of you even though you weren't in the slightest related.

Growing up with Wilbur and Techno as best friends was pretty amazing, they taught you a few things throughout your teenage years. Philza before adopting Tommy was nicer to the three of you manly you and Techno.

Being the only female was different, you didn't have special perks as a kid, you were treated like a boy just with fewer responsibilities. Thinking back from when you were a kid towards now it was very rare for people to have kids on the smp. People just adopted children when you think about it.

Techno wasn't really in the Dream smp anymore he was with Philza somewhere out there. Tommy and Tubbo were kids and nobody really wanted them to do anything, they were still sorta young so they just joined L'manburg.

Nothing to stress about at the moment, still being one of the youngest adults of the smp gave you very few privileges. You had to take advantage of them while they lasted at the moment. Since it wasn't safe to live in L'manburg or on the Dream smp you had a bunker underground.

Why wasn't it safe? Anybody who picks sides cannot change that side, if you were on L'manburg's side you would be a big target considering you did have a private association with Dream.

You were underground sorting out some armor and some blueprints, you always have to move a lot if anybody ever saw you so why not be prepared? You kept sketching and erasing multiple times until you age up and burnt it.

The smoke was pretty bad to inhale so you move to an area where there wasn't much smoke at. It's pretty much clouding up the bunker and you start coughing, it's not that bad so you grab a potion and throw it on the burning blueprints.

It's not clouded up anymore even though you could have let it burn out. You drop your armor and weapons on the ground because you wouldn't be needing it at the moment. making your way over to your seat you sit down and look at all the notes in your notebook.

Flipping through the pages seeing if you found any notes you probably had written but most likely forgot were noted down. You stop at a page because it wasn't remembered from last time, it's a note from an anonymous person saying to come to the back of L'manburg.

You look back to see if anybody's there even though there's clearly nobody there. It must have been written early when you had left out. You push your chair out and then stand up, You take a moment and hesitate to think if you should do it or not.

It's a win and lose situation but what's life without a few risks? You leave from the seating of the area and walk over towards the ladder. Before climbing up the ladder you turn the lights off not wanting to draw any unwanted attention.

You grab onto the ladder and push yourself up placing your legs on the ladder, you climb up the ladder. Once you reach the top you push the top open and the trap door was forced open, you place one hand on the ground and place another hand on the ground.

You push yourself up and get on the top of the surface part of the ground. You take a small breathe and close the top. You push yourself up from off of the ground, you knew where L'manburg was since it was a pretty often visit.

You move throughout all the leaves and in vines, it's pretty normal to walk through it all. A few thoughts crossed your mind thinking about it, Dream wouldn't try contacting you that way he'd just catch you in the middle of the Dream smp and pull you to the side.

Thinking about meeting in L'manburg it would only be Tommy, Tubbo, Wilbur, Eret, Fundy, or Niki. It's not really Important who invited you but you really did want to know. You walk over to the area of the Dream smp and pass Tommy's house. It's pretty abandoned but you didn't bother starring at it too long.

You walk past it and walk towards the bridge that usually leads to L'manburg, you stop for a moment and hear a singing noise. It's not anywhere in sight per say but it's loud enough to hear. It's within the walls beside you and you put your ear on the wall.

It's more of a humming sound, you remove your ear from the wall and roam your hands along it. You hit a button along the wall not surprised but the wall opens up and the humming is more clear.

You enter inside of the cobblestone room not really expecting anything. The floor made a little sound when you entered inside of the room. You look on the ground and there's a few blood clots on the floor and some guts along with it.

You cover your mouth backing yourself backing into the corner. You sorta had a dislike of blood, not Hemophobia but it wasn't your favorite to be in a room filled with something dead. You look up and see Wilbur finishing cutting something up.

He already heard you since you had entered the room. He turns around and removes his gloves which were stained with blood. It's not a human thankfully but it's a dead animal, still very uncomfortable in this situation.

Wilbur looks up at you not very surprised  up at the moment, " What's wrong?" The whole display itself was wrong. You uncover your mouth smelling all the disgusting rotting corpses, "You're killing animals and letting them rot," How is he not disgusted? You roam around the room seeing more dead animals.

Wilbur tries explaining himself while coming towards you, but you get very distracted by all the blood splatter on the ground and much more graphic stuff. You weren't looking at him meaning that he knew your attention wasn't on his apology.

He grabs your hair and tugs on it making you shift your attention at him. Pulling and tugging on your hair really hurt because it's like being forced by Wilbur. As tough as you seemed whenever you had armor on being without armor is a completely different story.

"What's wrong tell me, you had a lot of nerve coming from somebody who would fuck literally anybody attractive enough," It's very weak of you to get degraded by somebody who doesn't even know how to defend himself.

"Or anybody who even found you attractive," You knew your worth but whenever somebody tells you something about criticizing yourself you'd just believe it and fix yourself. Was he right? You can't answer that yourself.

You had gone pretty silent and it causes Wilbur to get more aggressive with you. He knees your in your stomach not damaging your internal organs but it just made you feel weak and you tremble on your knees.

You grip onto your stomach squeezing it together, He's treating you like complete shit. He stops kneeing you and he pinches your cheek practically teasing you. You weren't even supposed to be meeting Wilbur at the moment.

Responding would get you in trouble and not responding would get you in more trouble. He's very agitated at the moment and he grabs the pocket knife from his pocket putting it towards your thigh.

"Can I Carve our Initials on your thigh," He asks you, You weren't too fond of punishment but you did like the attention being craved. You nod your head slightly and he removes his hand from your hair.

He grabs onto your thigh and you fall down stinging your back. He slowly starts carving your initials on your thigh, you don't make the loud noises you want to because he'll just end up cursing you out.

You wanted to curse so badly even though you liked it when he inflicted the pain, But why was it only acceptable when he did it. He was only done carving the 'W' halfway, you flinch and he messes up.

It a swerved 'W' and it looks very crossed out, He's upset with you and gets up from squatting. You try communicating with him, "Wilbur?" He's not necessarily listening to blocking out the thoughts.

He puts his foot in between your legs pushing it further near your shorts, His shoes against your clit. You can't tell what his original thoughts are, before you can even react he kicks you in your side. You fall on your face gripping onto your lower half, it's like a period without the loose blood clots.

He squats down and grabs onto your hair pulling you up making you look up at him, "Such a slut aren't you darling?" He spits on your face and it drips off of your face on the ground, is this really who you were such a despite slut that you would let a man do this to you?

Most definitely, you try smiling at him but it's a half-smile since you were in pain. "You holding up good slut?" He asks while looking you in your eyes, you nod as a response and try getting off of your sides.

You weren't damaged that badly you could always heal from it... He lets go of your hair once you were stable enough to stay on your knees. He takes his belt off and takes his pants down, he places the belt around your neck and ties it.

He takes his boxers off and grabs his dick which was already erected due to sadism. "C'mon slut, suck," He tugs on the end of the belt and you put your mouth on his dick, following rules in such a bad position in your life. Never would you have thought you would be sucking off Wilbur..

You take it slow at first not wanting to rush it since you weren't experienced as much, you mainly focus on the tip of his cock and rub your tongue over and over on his slit. Whenever he feels like he would release something he tugged on the belt making you gag on him.

It was hard to take him and focus on not being choked up by his belt, He's not the strongest of keeping his moans in. He climaxes inside of your mouth and some gets on your cheek, He wipes the semen off of your face.

"Is this okay darling?" he kisses your cheek and helps you clean yourself up, at least he did aftercare..

[bloobluex]

Ichigo x Ryou Weekend, Day 2 - Intimacy

Author’s note: Bear with me, I didn’t get to edit this much because I just got covid the other day and couldn’t sleep because my daughter was up crying.

A cliche trope of it’s storming outside so you can’t go home and will have to stay here tonight and oh wait there’s only one bed ??

As she entered the room, she realized that she had not considered that as Ryou lived here alone, there was only one bed. “Are you sleeping on the floor or…” 

“I’m not sleeping on the floor,” Ryou scoffed. “It’s my bed. I need my luxurious sleep in my luxurious bed.” 

Ichigo pursed her lips and crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re no gentleman making a lady sleep on the floor,” she remarked. 

“I’m not making you sleep on the floor,” Ryou gestured to a pile of clothing against the wall. Ichigo made a sour face once again. He held his hands up in mock defense. 

“You’re free to sleep on the bed,” he assured. Then, he began taking off his shirt. “With me in it.”

Ichigo willed herself to not stare at his chest and torso, distracting herself by pulling her ribbons out of her wet hair. Though, she could very well imagine what he looked like without the shirt. Afterall, she had seen the flat plane of stomach on numerous occasions. Perfectly tanned, toned, and defined… Ichigo thought to herself. What? Don’t think like that! Mortified, Ichigo mentally slapped herself, then physically slapped her cheeks.

Illuminated by the moonlight from the window, she saw Ryou smirking, and she knew that he was well aware of what she thought.

Finally, after what had felt like hours, Ryou finished pulling on a clean shirt. Ichigo released a deep breath and propelled herself straight onto the mattress. She buried her face into the pillow, hiding the blush creeping across her cheeks. 

“Stay on your side,” she said in a muffled voice. 

“Why do I get the feeling you won’t stay on yours,” he replied. Ichigo turned to face the wall, not daring to move as she felt the mattress sink with his weight. A small part of her knew that he was right. 

Knew that she had begun to memorize the scent of his fresh cologne whenever he came close. Knew that her heart lurched when he smiled at her, a smile that she returned in full. And she knew that she craved the warmth of his encompassing arms. Though Ichigo tried to bury it, she could not deny the persistent attraction she had to her boss. The incessant itch in the back of her mind that she could not get rid of.  

“Goodnight,” Ryou murmured. She peeked over her shoulder to see him covered in a blanket, lying with his back to her.

Ichigo lay still for a few minutes, fidgeting with the fabric of her shirt. The only sound in the room was the steady breathing of the blonde boy beside her. A shiver ran through her body. The room was cool, and her hair was still damp from the rain. 

“I’m cold,” she remarked, reaching over to pull the blanket over her body. Ryou, now partially uncovered by the blanket, yanked the cloth back. Ichigo let out a sneeze and dragged the blanket back towards her side of the bed.

“First you take my bed, now you take my blanket?” Ryou released a laugh, one that made Ichigo’s stomach flip. 

“Here,” she mumbled, holding the blanket out towards him. Rather than take it back to leave her exposed to the cool air, he inched closer. Now both enveloped in the blanket, the distance between them was enough to fit a slumbering cat. His hand grazed her own. 

Her breath began to grow shallow as she felt her heartbeat quicken. With how warm she felt now, Ichigo no longer needed the blanket. Through the dark, she could see the corners of Ryou’s lips curve in a smile, albeit a hesitant smile. In a leap of courage – and perhaps against better judgment – Ichigo inched closer to him. They were face to face, a mere breath away, their foreheads pressed together. 

“Ichigo,” Ryou murmured in a low voice. The pit in her stomach grew warm at the sound of her name. Wordlessly, he pulled in her, wrapping his arms around her as she lay her head against his chest. She listened to the rapid beat of his heart, sighing in content as she melted into his touch. In return, he brushed his lips against her temple and traced a finger up and down her back. A shiver ran through her spine, and so she pressed a kiss on the skin below his collarbone. 

“Goodnight, Ryou,” she said against the warmth of his chest. 

“Good night, Ichigo,” he said, tilting her chin up for her to meet his eyes. He leaned in, and her eyes fluttered shut as he brought his lips to hers. 

[goldenissues]

bad girl-georgenotfound x reader

summary- you’re a role model student, but recently, you’ve been misbehaving. teacher! george takes things into his own hands and puts you in his place

warnings/notes- smut, swearing, violence?, female receiving, insults

high achiever. that’s what you were. with your kind smiles as you pass by, your top grades, and anything anyone could wish for. you were pretty much always presentable, pretty much always on time, pretty much organised and pretty much pretty. and on the rare days when you were late or forgot a piece of homework, nobody would batt an eye, you were too reliable to worry.

however, it might’ve been this week when people found a notable change in your behaviour. perhaps it was the scowl plastered on your face, the bumping into people- which was very much on purpose- or the changes in things that came out of your mouth.

though, you still did what you did before, it felt threatening to people. you still gave your smiles (even though they made people uneasy when you did now), and you looked presentable, that hasn’t changed.

“y/n, you’re late,” you heard a stern voice behind you as you crept into class. rolling your eyes, you turned to face the taller male-mr.notfound. “good morning sir, how are you? great! right now i’ve got to-“ a smile laid on your face as you sarcastically greeted the older.

“y/n” he sighed, running a veiny hand through his fluffy hair, making the not already perfect strands of hair even messier, “you were a perfect student before; high grades, modal behaviour, neat organisation. what happened?”

you fought the urge to roll your eyes, instead giving him a bigger smile. you hated hearing those words, it’s always ‘what happened?’, “nothings happened, sir. i’m not sure what you’re taking about,”

his tongue poked the inside of his cheek, hesitant to speak for a minute or two before replying with a simple, “whatever y/n, get to your seat, copy what’s in the board,”

>>

you strutted out of class, on your way to the lunch queue when you got called midway from a familiar voice. “y/n,” you stopped in your tracks and huffed as you looked to the direction of the voice- mr. notfound. looking up with innocent eyes, “yes sir? is there something bothering you?” he gave a disappointed sigh, punching the bridge of his nose, “you know what’s wrong. it’s a shame, you’re well behaved in everything, yet you can’t make sure your skirt isn’t so high,”

you crossed your arms, leaning all your weight onto one hip as you gave him the most annoyed look you could muster, “i don’t see why it bothers you so much, sir,” he raised a brow. you’ve never had a good view of mr. not found, especially because of the communication between you and him.

“unroll your skirt,” you glared at him, clearly annoyed at the interaction. still glaring at him, you rolled it up once higher. watching as his breath slightly hitched in his throat, he made eye contact with you again, his eyes holding an emotions you couldn’t quite uncover. “i’ve told you once and i’ll tell you again, unroll your skirt,” you brought a finger to your chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “hm.. no”

“you’re such a bad girl..” mr. notfound muttered, continuing to look you up and down, it sent butterflies to your stomach. however you quickly got back into the right mind, ‘he’s your teacher y/n’, you thought.

“if i see you later with your skirt still so high, it’s going to be a punishment,” you huffed and carried on walking down the corridor, giving him no response.

perhaps you had simply forgot what he said. oh honestly, did it really matter that much? it was only a skirt length, it wasn’t your fault if people found it distracting, i mean it’s not your fault your so attractive. hah.

gliding your finger along the lockers as you headed to the changing rooms. bag trailing across the floor by the way you lazily wrapped your fingers around the strap. you were late to cheerleading again. wow, well done y/n, gold star! eh, you couldn’t care less. as you carelessly strutted down the corridor you unknowingly muttered about how senseless mr. notfound was, “i mean it’s not my fault i’m so hot-“

“tsk tsk, y/n l/n, what a bad little girl,” you stopped in your tracks from pure startles, shooting your head up to the voice, mr. notfound. no matter the effort you made to cover it, mr. notfound truly did frighten you, and the same could go for mr. wastaken. perhaps it was that they made you feel so small and intimidated that you tried to switch it, protesting to their orders.

“what are you doing here so late,” he asked, leaning against the wall with the poster that read “believe in yourself’. you swallowed your nerves in your throat you didn’t even know were there, “i was heading to cheer sir,”

the brunette looked you up and down, staring at your skirt and legs, before looking up to you with a disappointed sigh, “i see you haven’t fixed your skirt, what do you think mr. wastaken will think about this,”

you gulped, internally panicking and unsure of how to reply, “i’m not sure what you’re taking about sir,” you batted innocent eyes, smiling politely up at him. tutting, he leant back of the wall, rubbing his temple in irritation, “you’re so disobedient. i’m afraid you won’t be attending cheer today,”

suddenly, you furrowed your brows, “what? huh?” he grinned and walked closer towards you, close enough to hear his breathing, “you’ve got a detention,” his husky voice spoke into your ear. god his voice made your face as red as a cherry.

“why?” there wasn’t really a point in asking why, you had been gone downhill for the last few weeks: not following orders, turning up late to lessons, being rude and sarcastic. “come on,” mr. not found started walking down the hall, you following close behind.

you were angry, you didn’t like school, but the only things keeping you going was cheerleading, no matter the times that you pretend to hate it. school is shit, you hate it and everything about it: the rules, the students, the lessons, the food, the teachers -well, mr. notfound and mr.wastaken certainly didn’t bat your eye.

yeah you hated them, how they were constantly telling you off, but god they were hot. sometimes you so desperately want them to bend you over their desks and fuck you till you can’t remember your own name.

anyways, you were in a bad mood, you had been looking forward to cheer (even though you were running late) and mr. notfound had to ruin it. huffing and puffing, you glared at any walking students. one girl walked past, looking so fucking happy, and you decided this was the right time to ruin her mood just like yours has been ruined. stopping in your tracks as she stopped at her locker, you yelled at her, “that skirt is so fucking ugly makes me want to puke, are you thick in the head or what?”

“y/n.” the man called sternly, giving you a look to stop. well, that look turned to annoyance once you flipped him off. taking a step closer to the girl who already looked upset, “aw, you gonna cry?” you sarcastically asked, giving a fake look of aw, “pathetic little bitch,”

“y/n, stop it. come over-“ “shut the fuck up sir, i’m not going to your stupid little detention,” turning to glare at him, gritting your teeth, only to earn a look of amusement. “oh so you find this funny? bitch,”

mr.notfound gave you a long, hard stare -intimidatingly long, before striding beside the girl and bending down slightly to her eye level. you watched with a weird feeling coursing through you as him and the girl talked about something, the girls face turning red as a tomato. it wasn’t a surprise really- almost every girl in this school had a crush on him, and well, you couldn’t say anything bad as you were one of those girls.

it wasn’t your fault when you swung at her after she gave you a cocky smirk. she grabbed her cheek, gasping dramatically, before forcing tears out of her eyes. “you little bitch!” you screamed, hitting her again. you didn’t stop trying after sir picked you up with force and pulled you away further down the corridors.

as he frustratedly headed to his office, you couldn’t help but think about how it felt being carried by him. yeah you had done something bad, but god this felt good.

“why can’t you just behave?” he muttered through gritted teeth. you didn’t answer, didn’t think it was your time to talk, didn’t think it was the right moment to give him a bitchy answer. “you were such a good girl before, now you’re punching people as they walk by,”

“i’m sorry sir,” you replied as he sat you down on his desk, walking over to his cupboard. you really were sorry, you didn’t know what had gotten into you recently. though you were sorry, you didn’t regret anything.

as you watched sir rummage through his cupboard, eyebrows furrowed, a trickling down your lower face had become incredibly noticeable. brushing your hand over your nose, you were met with blood -fuck, a nose bleed. it was probably when the girl swung back, but you didn’t notice it. mr. notfound walked over to you with a box of tissues in his hand. leaning in, he grabbed your chin and held tightly as he brushed the soft tissues over the blood. something about this sent a flutter between your legs; perhaps it was his concentrated face mixed with anger, or maybe it was the way he handled you, the way he touched you.

“you’ve been naughty,” he breathed out. breath so close to my neck that it sent butterflies to my stomach, “gonna have to punish you,” the look on his face told you he wasn’t kidding, and the way he didn’t move away from you to put the tissues in the bin, just throwing them into it from where he was.

silence is what surrounded the room, your faces inches away from each other, hungry looks on both. the only thing that broke the silence through time was the breathing that became heavier. and as he smashed his lips onto yours, you kissed back. it was hot, needy, it felt perfect. the messy movement of his lips on yours left you whining in his mouth.

“fuck, you don’t realise what you do to me,” he pulled away slightly, still practically sharing breath. you felt his hand land on your thigh, before feeling him rub it in a circular motion with his thumb. he kissed you again, open mouth, if it was anyone but him you would’ve been grossed out, but god he made this so hot.

you couldn’t imagine what someone would think if they walked in whilst you were messily making out, his hand on your chin grasping tightly with the other massaging the skin on your thigh. he pulled away again, kissing at your face, “the way you prance around in this tiny skirt, you make me so horny, i bet you make everyone else feel like this as well,”

you shook your head, “no sir, only for you, all for you,” as he kissed and sucked at your neck, you felt his smirk plastered on his face against your skin.

you moaned as he sucked at a certain piece of skin, “can’t keep quiet, want everyone to hear how much of a slut you are?” you wasn’t sure how to respond, if you were to say no you would be lying. you wanted people to hear how you were making out with your teacher, you wanted to make the girls jealous. so, all you could do was timidly look away from his gaze.

you gasped as you felt a strong hand grab your black tie and yank it towards him, snapping you to look in his eyes, “look at me when i’m talking to you,” george gravely quipped, glaring at you.

out of nowhere, you felt the sudden urge to be a brat again, not the smartest idea but it would be interesting, “i don’t want to look at you,” you snarked back, watching as his eye brows furrowed and his tongue poked the inside of his cheek. hand still tight on your tie, forcing you to painfully look up from the height and the difference of you sitting and him standing over you. “stand up.” he demanded

“no.” suddenly, you felt a harsh slap to your cheek, before your face was pulled up to be inches away from his,

“fucking stand up brat,” his tone was deep and husky, it awoken something inside you. but, being the stubborn person you are, you shook your head. he yanked you up by your waist, then slammed you against the nearest wall.

his warmth engulfed you as he so quickly slammed his lips back onto yours, spreading through you like an infectious disease, however, this disease would be one you want to never leave. he pulled you closer to him from your waist, leaning burning fingerprints every inch his hands touched.

this kiss was not much different from the ones just before, but for some strange reason, this one felt more forceful, daring, one that got you more worked up. as he attached his lips to your neck, quickly exploring more and more of your body, you were well aware you were not leaving that room without bruises. despite being as aware of it as can be, you couldn’t help but want to carry on being bratty.

and as the buttons to your shirt came undone annoyingly slow, you became more and more impatient. “hurry up, if you can’t teach well atleast be able to make me feel good,”

he pulled away, still close enough you could feel every exhale, so close you watched his jaw clench and face so desperately trying not to show just how angry he was right now. it was peculiar that you still persisted to stay bitchy, there really was no need for you to act like this, and you both were fully aware, but you wanted to rile him up, wanted him to know you don’t give up easily, wanted him to earn this from you. in hindsight, that was probably it the brightest idea and you you became aware of that the longer he started into your eyes.

“oh i’ll make you feel good,” he muttered through gritted teeth, “and you’ll fucking like it, so don’t tell me to hurry up,”

with that, he pulled your shirt off, hands immediately going to your back, desperately fiddling with the clasp off your bra as you innocently looked up at him, acting like you weren’t just pissing him off, “your so fucking annoying,” he murmured, the clasp loosening as he pulled the fabric down your arms, leaning you bare chested.

“your acting like i don’t turn you on just by walking around school sir,” you retorted, as he rolled one of your nipples through his long fingers, smiling sweetly whilst he scoffed, however mesmerised by how beautiful you looked.

“remember what you’re saying whilst you’re begging to cum and i say no,” he whispered into your ear, before moving his mouth to circle his tongue around your other nipple, and both of you noticed the goosebumps that covered your skin in that few seconds.

right as you were about spit another retort, syllables falling down your throat and being replaced with a choked moan as you felt his hands sneak their way under your short skirt that pretty much started this whole thing.

gripping your thighs, taking in exactly how the skin felt with his hands over them. you felt your heart almost beat out of your stomach as you felt a hand get closer to your leaking heat, barely covered by your damp panties. “and with how your acting your probably not wet right now. isnt that right?”

and you couldn’t mange to say a word as you felt his middle finger run over your panties, barely ghosting your clit, leaving you wanting more contact. his pointer finger caught onto the side of the fabric, pushing it aside, leaving just enough space for his middle finger to feel the juices that so guilty poured out of you. his touch felt so cold compared to your heat, leaving you so embarrassed as he coats his finger in you before slowly pulling away, catching your eyes with a smug smirk whilst doing so.

“oh? oops,” he chuckled, “looks like i was wrong,”

without a second to respond, his fingers shoved themselves inside you, leaving you whimpering from sudden pleasure. you almost collapsed if it wasn’t for him holding your waist with one hand as he roughly pumped them in and out of you, leaving lewd noises to spill out of your lips. drops of wetness spill down your thighs, he still persistently works his magic through your wet underwear, thumb sneaking to rub tight circles on your clit. and you couldn’t stop yourself as a moan left your red lips, music to his ears, and his smug smile grew bigger. you can’t help letting out noises when he made you feel this good, but of course, you couldn’t let him know that, couldn’t let him know that he made you feel heavenly. everytime he pumped his fingers, everytime they subtly brushed over your clit, it left you twitching.

y

s-sir, sir fuck! please i’m-!” you couldn’t even finish your sentence before his fingers ripped out of you, the pleasure disappearing into thin air, taken from you. as you stare at him, your hands having a mind of their own, moving down to your heat out of instinct, but being grabbed and pinned above your head before you could reward yourself with pleasure.

“don’t you fucking dare. what happened to the brattiness? you come when i give you permission,” both of you are well aware that you’re brattiness has been taken away from you when you don’t reply, just look into his eyes and nod, swallowing your nerves. and that’s when his smirk grew bigger, he loves this.

you watch as he unbuttons his dress shirt, throwing it pulls and he pulls his trousers and boxers down, exposing his throbbing, sizeable cock that sent a pit to your stomach. his eyes catch sight of you as your practically drooling over him, and he does nothing but smirk as your eyes meet.

“get on a desk, all fours, unless you don’t want to be pleasured,” and you comply, pulling your panties and skirt down leaving you in nothing but a tie and thigh highs, climbing onto a desk, legs trembling. you watch as he unbuttons his dress shirt, throwing it off and he pulls his trousers and boxers down, exposing his throbbing, sizeable cock that sent a pit to your stomach. his eyes catch sight of you as your practically drooling over him, and he does nothing but smirk as your eyes meet.

he moved behind you, “i won’t be gentle,”

SORRY I DIDNT FINISH IT. i started writing this months ago but now i’ve kinda left the fandom and i’m never gonna finish this so here it is. you can imagine the rest.

new obsession: it (novel and book) ✅

new person to obsess over: jaeden martell 😍😍

i’m probably gonna post it oneshots and maybe stranger things fluff.

[subbyyang]

Xiaoyang - 26 ("No cumming until I tell you to")

“Oh, fuck, fuck, you have no business being this big” Xiaojun moaned as he slowly sank onto Yangyang’s cock, eyes fluttering shut at the stretch. No matter how well he prepared himself, it always took him a while to get used to it. 

Yangyang tried to stay still as best as he could, hips tense as he did his best not to thrust up into Dejun’s tight heat, wrists tied up to the headboard to keep his hands from wandering. Dejun’s name kept slipping from his tongue, wrapped in whimpers and gasps as Dejun finally started picking up the pace, bouncing on Yangyang’s cock like he couldn’t get enough of it. 

“Dejun, please, please, faster” Yangyang cried out, fighting against his restraints, wanting to grab him by the hips and fuck up into him. 

“Toys don’t speak,” Dejun said, voice high and breathy as he covered Yangyang’s mouth, starting nonetheless to move faster, a bead of sweat dripping from one of his thick eyebrows, “fuck - fuck you’re so deep”

Yangyang whined against Dejun’s hand, pleasure shooting up his spine every time his hard cock was swallowed by Dejun’s tight walls. He almost considered licking his hand to get him to uncover his mouth but Dejun would probably slap him for that and for some reason that made his cock twitch. But before he could do it Dejun uncovered his mouth, going back to leaning back on Yangyang’s thighs as he continued to ride him. 

For a while the only sounds that could be heard were the wet slaps of skin on skin and the noises both of them were making, a mix of airy moans and deep groans, peppered with some gasps in between. 

“Kiss me” Yangyang whimpered. He knew he shouldn’t speak, but with his hands tied up he had no other way of asking for what he wanted.

Dejun almost faltered at the sound of Yangyang’s voice. He sounded so cute, so desperate for the smallest amount of attention that Dejun didn’t have the heart to tease him for it. Hendery was right, maybe he was getting soft. He leaned down, slotting their lips together in a slow kiss, smiling when he felt Yangyang sigh into his mouth. 

They pulled away from the kiss, breathing against each other’s lips as Dejun went back to fucking himself on Yangyang’s cock, one hand flying to his own. 

“Close” Yangyang moaned, eyes shut in pleasure. Dejun always felt so good, always had him on the edge so quickly. 

“Yangyang,” Dejun said, his voice low as he grabbed Yangyang by the cheeks, keeping his face from moving, “no cumming until I tell you to”

“But - but, Dejun, it feels so good, De -“

“If you cum before I do, you’re not cumming for a whole week, Yangyang…now be quiet”

Yangyang whined pitifully as Dejun covered his mouth again, bouncing happily on his cock as Yangyang thrashed underneath him, trying to keep his orgasm at bay. He knew better than to doubt or disobey Dejun, especially when he got like this. 

Dejun went back to jerking himself off at the same pace he was fucking himself on Yangyang’s cock, his other hand still on top of his mouth. Going by the way Yangyang trembled underneath him, he knew he wasn’t going to last too long and Dejun too was getting desperate to cum, getting closer and closer to the edge with each thrust. He tried changing the angle a little, moaning loudly at the feeling of Yangyang’s long cock hitting his prostate. It seemed to be all the stimulation he needed as only a couple of thrusts in this new angle were enough to have that taut coil of pleasure break in his gut as he came all over Yangyang’s chest. 

“You did so well” Dejun said in a breathless voice as he finished riding the last of his orgasm. He uncovered Yangyang’s mouth and undid the restraints on his wrists before leaning down to kiss him. “You can cum now”

Yangyang didn’t need to be told twice, flipping them around so he was on top of Dejun, desperately fucking into his tight hole, shivers of pleasure running down his spine, their lips connected but not moving as they breathed into each other’s mouths. It didn’t take long until Yangyang was pushing in one last time, cumming as deeply as possible into Dejun, his body going limp above his boyfriend’s as he petted his hair.

“My good boy” Dejun said tiredly before pulling Yangyang into a slow kiss.

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Based on these prompts, requests still open

[bakugohoex]

uwu hcs for jean and eren with a s/o who’s bold in giving affection but gets easily flustered when they’re the one receiving it 😗

“now whose the flustered one”

paring: eren yeager x female reader, jean kirschtein x female reader

cw: implies nsfw, kissing, heavy flirting, fluff

word count: 2400+

a/n: sorry for the lack of content, but i hope you guys like this, im trying to get through all the requests before i go on hiatus but hope you like it any comments will really benefit, also i didnt read it properly but its a headcanon sort of, idk sorry im tired 

summary:  in which giving affection to the boys always leaves them swooning but as soon as they do it to you, you become an entire mess in front of them

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eren yeager

You had known Eren since day one of the cadet corps, both meeting one night out on the barracks. You had seen him around whilst in the cadet corps, but you talked to Sasha and Connie a lot more than you did him and his two friends who always seemed to follow him around.

But the one encounter late at night had bloomed a friendship where you both became closer than anybody realised. Now two years later, on the brink of graduating and joining the survey corps you and Eren were partnered up to spa with the boy, the consistent teasing and flirting for two years flowing out from your mouth.

“Aww is Eren not able to beat a girl.” You mock going in for a punch, he dodges but cocks his head backwards in a laugh.

Looking at your much shorter frame, he goes in for a punch himself, “I’m capable of beating anyone Y/n, that includes you.”

You’re the one to laugh this time, arching your back to miss the swing of his fists, “maybe you’re going easy because you like me, it’s fine a cute boy like you, I might let you win.”

He blushes but tries to hide it with his fists raised, “like you, I could never.” The back and forth continuous on, everybody in their own worlds except Armin and Mikasa, the latter being annoyed at how you hit him.

“Come on Eren, aren’t you going to try harder.” You tease before you feel him grab your arm and flipping you to the ground, he stood on top of you his feet planted beside your waist.

An idea popped into your head as you quickly grab his arm dragging him down on top of you, you heard Mikasa shout his name but you both ignored it. His body on top of yours, you smirk feeling his hands on the sides of your body. He encased your body in his own and you leant up to meet his ear.

“Baby if you wanted to get me in this position, all you had to do was ask.” You kiss the side of jaw the blush on his face evident. Mikasa and Armin had come up to you both, confusion at how you both just stayed there.

The flirtations had been a common occurrence, you weren’t just naturally flirty with everybody you happened to have a soft spot for the boy and maybe a teensy crush. And the only way for you to let it out was through teasing and flirting which he seemed to enjoy a lot.

“Eren are you okay? Did she hurt you?” Mikasa speaks worriedly grabbing the top of his shirt to get him up, his cheeks visible to everybody.

You laugh getting up yourself, “Mikasa I’d never hurt the pretty little thing.” His eyes flash, widening at how easily you can flirt and tease at him, evidently a rush had gone somewhere else with how he grabbed his jacket from the floor covering his lap.

“Eren you shouldn’t put dirty things on your clothes.” Mikasa spoke about to grab it.

“I’m fine.” Eren muttered back, he watched as you walk a way a grin on your face at how at ease you were.

It wasn’t till after you all got back to the barracks that he could sort the downstairs problem and all he could imagine was you. A happier grin on his face he joined everybody for dinner, the bread being stale and the food being grim to say the least but the first thing he notices was how you, Jean, Marco, Connie and Sasha were on the table with Armin and Mikasa.

He shrugged it off grabbing the food and going to the table, “where were you?” Mikasa questions ready to give her his seat, but he instead sits beside you. You hadn’t noticed him listening to Sasha about food and hunting a smile on your face.

“I had to sort something out.” You nearly jump out of your seat at the sound of his voice a laugh echoing through your ears at how close you both were. His arms touching your own.

“Sort something out yeh.” You muttered lowly, it was barely audible but Eren heard and as much as he loved the flirting, he needed to give you a bit of your own medicine.

He moved his face towards your ear, his hot breath fanning your ear. “You created a problem for me, so I had to sort it somehow…” his voice becoming even more quieter, “how about next time you help me yourself?”

You had watched the boy grow, watched everything for two years and now at the sound of him knowingly flirting back, knowingly acknowledging something was there. You heart fluttered and a heavy red scattered across your cheeks, you felt warm and in heaven.

He moved his head ready to start a normal conversation with everybody else, nobody having paid attention except Mikasa who always kept an eye on the boy. For her sake, you hoped she didn’t like him because you knew you were not letting him go. “Now whose the flustered one.” It was audible enough and your head spun out how he knowingly knew that you were blushing at his comment.

You could barely speak; he expected a response but was instead brought with your wide eyes and flabbergasted face. “i…i…”

No words came out and with Jean on the other side of you trying to gain your attention you stayed frozen. “Did someone break Y/n?” Jean mutters, Marco laughing at how dumbfounded you were.

“I…I’m fine.” You seethe out trying to cover your face with your hair, “I need some air.”

You weren’t trying to get away, but you felt embarrassed, they had known you for two years as a major flirt even more than Ymir was to Historia but the way you had easily got flustered over a proposition. It was humiliating to say the least.

You rushed out, moving past the people. You had been holding in a breath that you quickly let out, the warm air hitting your skin, you leant against the building, looking up at the stars before you heard a cough beside you.

You turn and see Eren, the boy looking down before meeting your gaze. “I shouldn’t have said that and I’m so…”

Interrupting him, you began to speak yourself, “you don’t need to apologise, I just didn’t expect it I thought you didn’t know of my feelings towards you.”

He smiles coming closer to you, he brings his hand to your jaw making you look up at him, your back pressed against the wall. His other arm against the wall trapping your head, “Y/n you’ve been flirting with me for two years you really think I’m that unaware of anything.”

You tried to turn your head away, but his grip made you face him, “I thought your only focus was killing all the titans, or you liked someone else and were trying to let me down easily.”

“I’m not a dick to lead a girl on for two years Y/n, I needed to get over some stuff and then everything happened, and we’ve nearly finished this whole thing and I realised in a couple days we’ll be in the survey corps and fighting titans and I might not have another chance to say this. But I love you.”

The last three words were a whisper, but it was all you needed for you to grab his hair pulling his face closer to yours. He closed the gap in an instant, his hand removing off your jaw and onto your waist, it was a sweet kiss, filled with love and lust. His tongue licking your bottom lip for access, which you allowed, soft moans came from you both. Hoping nobody would see but that was the last thing on Eren’s mind as he relished in the way your tongues moved together. It was as if you were both made to fit into each other. It was a needed kiss and the turmoil the would come made it even sweeter.

jean kirschtein

The survey corps was the worst place to ever flirt ever. You and Jean had only just finished training and you were both thrown into the deep end with the first scouting mission, of course you and Jean had unhidden feelings, but it was always just flirting. Heavy flirting especially from you but just flirting.

The female titan being uncovered made everything become even more chaotic and finally when you both had gotten some sort of peace in where the main base of the survey corps were. You were spending it with your friend hoping no more disorder would come.

You sat at dinner, chewing at the bread as you leaned against Jean. He would often let you lean against him just to know that you were there, and to everybody you acted like a couple but you both knew that neither of you had admitted any feelings. You talked between yourself as the others had left themselves before it was just the two of you. They knew that once you two were deep in conversation nobody was every going to break past the two of you. Which was evident as you realised everybody had left.

“Where did everyone go?” You gestured to the empty dining area.

Jean looked around, you both had been in your own world, talking about everything you two possibly could, “they must’ve left.” He shrugs grabbing the glass of empty water. “You drank my water.”

“I was thirsty.” You try and gain sympathy, but he rolls his eyes at you.

He drops the glass looking at you again, “I wish I spat in it.”

“Gross but if you’re into that.”

“You’re terrible Y/n, I hope you know that” He mutters shaking his head, you had still been leaning against him but as you stretched, he knew what was coming.

“Come on pretty boy, let’s go on a walk.” You gesture about to stand up.

“Pretty boy, really.” He mutters but you could sense he had a thrill from hearing the words.

You pout standing up and putting your hand out, “would you rather me call you horse face?”

The nickname Eren had given him a plague on your tongue, he whipped his head to face you. Taking his hand in yours, he was a lot taller than you, but you liked the height different, it made you feel safe. “If you call me that I’m never talking to you ever again.”

You laugh at the boy before speaking, “I don’t need you to talk, just little moans will do it for me.”

He always admired your boldness, both your feelings there but never told to each other. It wasn’t like you two had even kissed yet and this had been going on for two years now. Of course your flirting always left him a mess, many nights along in his room thinking of you. Sometimes you came too close to him your breath on his neck, or it was how in your normal clothes you left a couple buttons shown to see your visible chest. Or even better how you said bold words that to anyone would only be reserved for a couple.

He knew how outspoken you were but you both had just not gone down to talking about your feelings. He himself never went to the extent you did but he loved watching you flirt with him and even make him jealous occasional by touching Eren’s arm.

He knew if in a relationship, you doing that would make him fuck you in an instant but right now he couldn’t do shit. He could only watch you flirt with  him, you both had arrived outside, the breath of fresh air hitting you both.

You saw some of your friends, seeing Connie try and fight Sasha for some meat presumably. You dragged Jean the other way, wanting him all to yourself. “You’re awfully quiet, what happened am I too pretty that you’ve gone quiet?” You giggle pulling him along the narrow alleyway, he admired how you occasionally looked around to make sure he was still following even though you were the one holding his hand.

Finally getting into the open area, you sat on one of the steps waiting for him to join, you undid a few buttons. His eyes fixated on your hand movement, “I don’t bite you know, unless you’re into that.”

A blush creeped onto his face, he shut his eyes to surpress it but to no avail he became a mess under your words. He sat beside you quietly, trying to think of what to say before an idea popped into his head, “a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be spending so much alone time with me, I might ruin you.”

“Ruin away.” You taunted back waiting for a comeback, he smirked facing you your head rested against his shoulder whilst looking up at his face. He was a pretty boy, you could imagine him ruining you, you had been known back in your town as timid and quiet, but it was really because nobody really took an interest in.

But Jean, he was perfect having come up to talk to you and as time went on you grew comfortable enough to stop being timid and be the loud outspoken person you are today. And it was all down to the hot head.

He touched your thigh rubbing is fingers up and down, a friction making you tense up. He had never gotten this close, never done this before but you liked it. “I bet you’ve spent countless nights thinking about me, you enjoy taunting me because it gives you a thrill, but both of us know that when we’re alone you’re just a hot mess…” He paused taking a breath, “just for me.”

You knew he was right, the nights tossing and turning not able to sleep, with thoughts of him touching and kissing you. Your cheeks erupted in a flush on embarrassment. You were the one to get shy this time, he grabbed your face, moving his lips closer to yours whilst speaking, “now whose the flustered one.”

He edged closer and closer before you closed your eyes and kissed him softly, the fireworks that erupted inside of you made you melt under his touch. He guided the kiss with his hand, making sure that you were comfortable but satisfied by it all, it deepened with his hand grabbing your thigh to bring you closer. You could almost feel his own thighs beneath him, his teeth tugging at your lip to gain access for his tongue. You obliged with ease, the movements of both your tongue perfectly balanced with soft moans erupting from your mouth. You felt dazed but enjoyed every second of it, because you had finally gotten the kiss you had dreamt about.

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[kieraelieson]

In which Virgil has taken lessons on how to demand affection: Part Six, Janus.

Virgil Roman Patton Remus Logan

Janus had been swamped in work. With all the affection flying around, the inner workings of Thomas’s mind were shifting. Which meant a lot of hidden things uncovered and some open things hidden, and some things he’d had to hide and then reveal multiple times now. He was exhausted.

It was that, above all the other reasons, that made him first consider demanding affection himself. He was relatively certain he could finagle and guilt his way into being spoiled for a day.

It just… would open doors if he did.

With Virgil and then Roman, it was just a kiss. Then he’d seen how Patton had been acting, and opened himself up a bit more. Then Remus managed to sneak upstairs. And with Logan he’d spent a whole, admittedly pleasant, hour. But for him to ask them for affection, even weaseling it out of them, it would break the separation between the ‘dark’ and ‘light’ side completely. He could tell already, the door at the top of the stairs would vanish, make the mindscape more cohesive.

In his opinion, it would be good for Thomas. But his opinion wasn’t necessarily the one that mattered. What mattered most was Thomas’s opinion. They all had gone rearranging his mind with this affection business, and Thomas could be either loving or hating it.

If he decided he wanted it, he would have to talk to Thomas first to be sure it would be ok.

— — —

Janus appeared in the kitchen while Thomas was making himself some breakfast.

“Oh! Janus. Are you here for the affection thing too?”

Janus waved at him to continue his cooking. “In a way. I wanted to talk with you about the effects of the requests for affection.”

Thomas raised an eyebrow. “Ok?”

“You know we’ve been asking affection from each other and from you as well. I’m sure you’ve noticed that as a result you’ve become a lot more… comfortable, with the aspects of yourself you previously considered to be dark.”

Thomas frowned in thought. “Yeah… I guess I have… I’m, not sure that that’s a bad thing though, or maybe it is, cause you’re coming to talk to me about it—“

Thomas was about to spiral into anxiety, so Janus held up a hand to stop him. “It’s not bad unless you think it is. If you’re content with it as it is, it could be a good thing. If you’re upset by it, it could be a bad thing.”

Thomas, still frowning, nodded. “What if I just want to see where it goes?”

Janus leaned against the counter. He gave Thomas a slow smirk. “I can’t tell you everything.”

Thomas huffed a short laugh. He set his bowl aside and held out his arms. “But you’ll be around while I figure things out.”

Something about those words slammed into Janus in such a strangely soft way. Despite bringing up problems and not offering a solution, he was accepted, wanted, counted on. Thomas was offering him a hug.

He stepped forward tentatively, and Thomas met him halfway, holding him safe and secure.

— — —

Janus flopped onto the foot of Virgil’s bed. “You owe me. You and your affection, making so much work, now you have to be nice to me.”

He almost hadn’t expected it to work. He thought Virgil might shove him off, yell at him to leave, perhaps he’d even be scared by Janus’s sudden appearance.

But instead Virgil snorted. “You could ask like a normal person, you know.” He flipped a corner of his blanket over Janus.

Janus made his way up to the head of the bed, stealing one of Virgil’s pillows.

Virgil took his hat in retribution, setting it on his own head. Janus hissed half-heartedly, and Virgil hissed right back.

Virgil ended up letting Janus nap there, and even scritched gently at his scalp while he dozed.

— — —

Roman looked shocked to see Janus lounging on the couch.

Janus slowly waved, smirking.

“What are you doing up here?” Roman asked, clearly suspicious.

Janus rolled his eyes in a way he knew was infuriating. “What were you doing downstairs?”

Roman blinked. “Oh. Ok then.”

It was Janus’s turn to be shocked. Roman stood down just from that?? Virgil he could understand, their history had both good and bad to pull from, but Roman?

“You want, like, a hug?” Roman asked, holding his arms out.

Janus just stared at him, unconsciously pulling his legs in closer.

Roman raised his hands. “Hey, it’s ok if you don’t, I just figured, if you were here for affection, I might as well offer.”

Janus was still processing that Roman was not only no longer suspicious, but also offering affection without the slightest bit of coercion.

“Perhaps… you’d prefer a kiss, like you gave to me?”

Janus really wanted for time to pause until he could make sense of everything. But it didn’t, the relentless thing, so he just nodded silently to Roman, not yet capable of forming an answer.

Roman came close, swooping off Janus’s hat with a flourish, and gently kissed his forehead.

Janus’s mind fuzzed over.

— — —

He still hadn’t figured it out when Patton came in the room later. He was just staring at his hat in his lap.

“Hey there, Jan, Roman said you were around,” Patton said cheerfully.

“You all really are open to us being here,” Janus murmured.

Patton’s face went from cheerful to serious, and he sat down next to Janus. “Yes, we are. I know there’s been an awful lot of division between us all, and I’m sure we’ll still hurt each other’s feelings sometimes, but I’m actually hopeful that we can all get along together now. I’d like that a lot.”

The door to the stairs, replacing the door to the closet in this facsimile of Thomas’s living room, vanished.

Janus stared at the doorframe. Gone. Passage between the ‘dark’ and ‘light’ side now completely open.

There were feelings crowding in at his chest, and he couldn’t parse them.

“Can I give you a hug?” Patton asked.

Janus silently nodded, reaching out and letting Patton hold him.

— — —

Janus knocked at Logan’s door.

“Come in,” Logan said from inside.

Janus went inside, carefully shutting the door behind himself.

“Oh, Janus. Interesting to see you here.”

“Can I stay a while?” Janus asked. “I have… a lot to think about.”

Logan’s forehead creased in worry, but he nodded. “Would you be open to talking about it?”

Janus sat on the edge of the bed, one hand idly scratching at his scales. “The door between the dark and light side disappeared.”

Logan nodded slowly and seriously. “Do you consider that to be a good or bad thing?”

Janus was suddenly reminded of his conversation with Thomas. “I don’t know. But it scares me not to know.”

“I can relate to that fear.”

Janus looked up at Logan, hoping for an answer.

“There are many things I don’t know that scare me. But I have you all to face them with me. If something does turn out to be harmful, I know I have people on my side that will help me.”

“But you’ll be around while I figure things out.”

Janus nodded, his eyes starting to well with tears for no reason.

Logan pulled a blanket out of a basket and tucked it around Janus’s shoulders. “If the change become overwhelming to you, my room is open.”

“Thank you,” Janus said, his voice shaky.

— — —

“Remus, would you stay with me tonight? If you don’t mind, I would appreciate some company.”

Remus, who’d been about to leave and go to bed, stopped immediately. “No problem, Janny, I’d love to stay.”

Remus wiggled his way under the covers, latching onto Janus and holding him in a close cuddle. “Are you doing alright?”

Janus nodded, hugging Remus back. “A lot has changed. I feel like I’ve lost my footing, and instead of falling I was caught by five pairs of hands. But now I have to trust them not to drop me.”

Remus nuzzled into Janus’s hair. “We won’t let you fall, Janus.”

Janus gripped tight. “Thank you.”

Remus chuckled. “Virgie sure did a big thing, didn’t he?”

“Much larger than I think anyone would’ve guessed,” Janus agreed.

“I think it’ll be a good thing though,” Remus said. “I mean, I’ve gotten loads of hugs and cuddles out of it already.”

Janus smiled, relaxing into Remus’s hold. “I’m glad for you. Do you know your brother tried to copy my forehead kiss?”

Remus laughed. “Bet he’s not half as good at it.”

Janus huffed a small laugh. “There’s not much to be ‘good’ at.”

“Of course there is! And you’re the best.” Remus asserted.

Janus rolled his eyes fondly.

Maybe this would turn out to be good.

[inviouswriting]

Bitten~

Smut

Simeon x fem!reader

Some mild warnings in place - A little sacrilege, biting, begging, a very domineering Simeon after getting bit. Orgasm delay, orgasm denial, blow job, fingering, semi-public. Good stuff~ 

It doesn’t take much to surprise Simeon. When you had used the whip of love on him on a few instances. He was excited at what more you could do with it. Leading to many nights where he spent being less of an angel. Yet treated you well, you noticed how his top hugs him, the halter leaving his shoulders uncovered.

You have been on the receiving end of a frenzied angel, you had teased him all day, unfairly. You had a feather you had traced along his back, focusing at the direct middle. Simeon had warned you about teasing him like that.

You pressed it, and soon found yourself pinned to a wall with a angel tugging aside the thin panty you wore. You both were obscured enough that no one would chance on you unless they look for you. 

Simeon silences your moans with heated kisses, a furious blush on his face at being turned on so fast. You are delicate with little scritches along the nape of his neck, ignoring the growled protest at you doing that.

He pulls your hips down to his in frequent short thrusts, his blue eyes almost look green under the light. Maybe there is something about the change and his moods. You yelp when his thrusts are more punishing bouncing you up against the wall. He had angled you just right, and you clamp your hands over your mouth to keep from sounding out too loud.

Simeon smirks, he tilts your head to his, and kisses you again. You return each of his kisses, moaning into them while he centers his thrusts just right. He feels you clench on him, close to an orgasm already, it was hard not to when his cock is nice and thick, the stretch alone has gotten you off many times more than when he thrusts harder.

You cry out louder through your hands, and think of the only other thing to muffle your voice when Simeon keeps his mouth off yours to hear you cry his name. Without another thought you sink your teeth into his right shoulder.

“Ah! Hey! That!” Simeon feels pain at first from feeling your teeth dig in. He retaliates the only way he knows and quickly tugs down the top you wear and bites back.

He makes sure to dig his fangs into your shoulder just as he feels yours. Simeon bucks wild into you as you constrict around him. He thrusts through your orgasm to push himself over, moaning into your neck as he feels you nibble along his neck adding another bite through the fabric covering it.

Simeon sucks at a spot on your neck, right above your own collar, making sure the mark he leaves is visible, both of them. When you pull back from being connected at his neck, knowing despite the fabric there is no doubt a love bite beneath it. You are met with wild blue eyes.

“My love. We are far from done here....” He let’s you down from having you pinned, you think to start adjusting your clothing. Simeon instead grabs your hands and spins you to press your front against the wall in front of you now. He lifts your skirt, and with two fingers he pushes them inside. You yelp as he holds onto your arms behind you while standing to your side.

Simeon’s fingers work their magic, you whimper as he does sinful slow pumps of his hand, enough to rock you forward and wriggling them to brush that one spot. His fingers on his gloves coated a little in white with his own seed staining the black fabric.

Your angel looks to his hand, he uses his two fingers to spread your hole open. He can see how much of his cum leaks from you as a result. Simeon bites his lip at this, he feels himself throb wanting to be buried back into you, but he needed you to beg for forgiveness for biting him. 

“Simeon! Please!” He pumps his fingers, using his thumb to rub your clit in time to his hand thrusting the digits in. Your legs already shaking as he is relentless. You could feel his demeanor change to that bit of wrath he keeps tucked away.

“Hmm? Please what? I think you owe me something.” Just when he feels your walls fluttering around his fingers. He stops moving his hand. You were right there! You almost came again from his hand. You sob in frustration, you need him now.

“S...imeon!!! I need you!” You avoid saying sorry for the bite. Simeon begins to tug his fingers back, and you panic internally at the thought of those slender digits not making you cum.

“My lamb, You did something I don’t know if I want to forgive you for yet. You should apologize for biting me. I think I saw a side in you I want to punish for once.” His tone is playful, his fingers rubbing just at the ring he slips his fingers in and out just there. You would move if he didn’t still have a firm grip on your arms to prevent you. 

“I didn’t mean to bite so hard... I am sorry! Please! Simeon! I need you! I want you!!” You plead him, you rock your hips to a rhythm he sets, but he doesn’t “quite” give you a fulfilling stretch, reducing his fingers down to a single one hooking it down towards your belly his eyes cast down to see how you stretch for him.

“Hmm? You need what from me? Apology not accepted. I think you need to get on your knees for forgiveness and pray properly to me.” Simeon leaves you feeling unsatisfied for now, and lets go of your hands to urge you to do as he instructs. 

You are quick to flip around and kneel down. Simeon glances down and you can see his unamused expression, he rubs the bite you left on his shoulder, you see the indents of your teeth on it. You almost smirk, if it weren’t for his eyes.

 With you on your knees you tilt your head back, Simeon moves closer presenting his cock to you, you can see the tip dripping with precum. You lean forward only for Simeon to tug his hips back and hold your head from moving closer.

“Ask for forgiveness.” He thrums his fingers on top of your head. You feel embarrassment creep through you, you glance up at him, he holds another treat just out of your reach.

“I’m sorry for biting you Simeon... please let me make it up to you.” You see his eyes soften, the green edge to his blue eyes is gone, and he moves closer.

“Almost ready to forgive you, but you still need to pray to me.” You are confused at what he means, and then it connects at the kneeling position. You bring your hands up and in front of you offering them up.

“Simeon, my angel, I pray that you please forgive my sinful ways. I seek your retribution for what I did. I need an angel to forgive me for the wrong I committed.” He smiles at this, and soon offers himself by moving close.

“That’s my lamb, I forgive you, now open.” You lift your head enough, and Simeon guides his dick letting it rub around your lips. You flick your tongue along the slit at the tip to taste him, a mix of yours and his taste. Simeon keeps the hand on your head and presses the tip of his cock against the flat of your tongue letting you rub it along the underside swirling right around it.

Simeon’s turn to moan out for you, and he guides himself into your waiting mouth. You relax your jaw and suck on him, your angel sighs content that you are doing this for him now. You do your best to fit all of him into your mouth sucking feverishly pulling off to stroke him till he grips your hair a little and has you take him deep into your throat and thrusts gently.

You follow his hips, tilting your head to the side to let his dick rub against the inside of your cheek. Simeon soon has enough, he deprives you of cumming down your throat after seeing you squeeze your thighs together. He was so mean in how he teased you with almost making you cum from his fingers.

You look up at him from your kneeling position, and Simeon drops to his own knees in front of you, he soon guides you onto your hands and knees facing away from him. You look over your shoulder when you feel him flip your skirt up, and tug down your panties to prevent them from riding up between you both.

Simeon hums happily to himself as he uses his fingers to spread your folds apart, he notes how much you are dripping wet, He pushes his hips forward and slides his cock along your hot folds. He hisses under his breath at how slick you are, and how his relief brushes pass him. His eyes focused on how you are slit around his dick and sliding along it.

Just when you think he was going to keep teasing you like this, you feel the head of him push into your pussy. Finally, you feel him push in slow savoring how hot and how soaked you are just for him.

Simeon leans over your back pressing his upper-half to yours, and pushes you down with himself. He keeps your rear raised as he begins to thrust hard, he moves in such a way you don’t care who hears you call his name. Your fingers dig at the ground as your angel rams into that one spot.

You see white, and he feels you grip wonderfully around him. A satisfied grunt escapes Simeon as he repeats that thrust to feel your walls squish around him. Your fingers claw at the earth below them, the sensation in your belly pools, you feel hot, very hot from Simeon going wild with you.

One of his hands sneaks underneath to rub your clit while he continues to pound into you. You even feel his balls smack against your clit when he keeps your folds spread for it. Simeon presses kisses against the right side of your neck down to your ear to breathe a hot breath on it.

“My lamb, I hope you are ready for me.. I am going to cum inside you... there is a possibility of you being bred from me, given how I am an angel. Is that okay with you? Do you want to be bred? I know you do.. I can feel how you grip me, how you don’t want to let go of my cock till it is fully milked within you.” You let out a wild groan from his words. You only wish you could see his face, what kind of expression he is making while he says these words.

You want to look over your shoulder, but Simeon plants a hand on the top of your head to keep you from doing so. He even hums in your ear grabbing a strip of cloth to wind around your head and obstruct your eyes. 

“Can’t have you going blind love.” You feel something soft on your arms, feather light, you reach for them and they’re feathers. You rub one between your thumb and fingers to feel how soft they are. Simeon summoned them to obstruct you from the world, you are now a sight for only him to behold.

“Simeon!! Please!!!! I need it! I need you! Cum!” You feel him twitch inside, and his hands move from where they are, the warmth of his front off your back. You feel hands on your waist and harder thrusts being made, all into that spot that makes you feel like you’re going to burst from pleasure. Your voice is wild and sounds out, between panted breath and his name.

Simeon edges you further onto the path to cum with him. Till he feels you clench on him like earlier, you cry out and he feels wet heat gush against the front of his pants. You feel every nerve you have let go, and Simeon keeps thrusting through your orgasm again. Feeling the way you grip tighter and tighter till he is buried deep and spends his cum into you till it spills out around his cock.

Simeon presses back down on top of you, using his wings to almost cocoon you both. His arms wrap around you, you shake underneath him as he kisses the side of your neck where he bit you earlier. You shiver and shudder in aftershocks unable to even think right. Simeon is content with this, seeing you so lost in bliss, buried deep within you, waiting for you to let go of him so he can pull out and get you both somewhere more private than the hidden garden in Purgatory Hall. 

You feel more nibbling, you also feel how your angel isn’t done with you yet. Already hardening for more at seeing how beautiful you look blissed out and moaning softly for more.

“My love is sure greedy tonight. Perhaps I need to punish you for more of these sins? What do you think? Lust and Gluttony should be fed will here. I know I have yet to be satisfied.” You hear him murmur against your ear.

“Please!! More!!”