#storm of the lights bane

[thethroneislost]

Dissection Strömstad, Sweden Band photos (pre-dating Nödtveidt's imprisonment) and their second full-length LP, "Storm of the Light's Bane"

A crowning achievement in all of music and some of the greatest metal ever, Storm of the Light's Bane in a fragmented state would be your average metal band's all-time highlight.

There is nothing else needed to be said about this one.

[morklagt]

Dissection - Retribution- Storm of the Light's Bane

[chouchousan]

| Dissection - Storm of the Light's Bane (1995)

[morguegrll]

mournful night, attractive night

your dark beauty obsesses me

[blackmetaltv]

With their iconic album Storm of the Light's Bane, Dissection showcased their creativity by blending Melodies with black metal. With classics like "Where Dead Angels Lie" and "Night's Blood," this album became a huge influence in the genre.

[thenighteternal]

Dissection - Elizabeth Bathory (Where Dead Angels Lie MCD '96)

[olivianott]

WHITE DRESS

Posting this again, because I can’t stop thinking about the Goddess moment and that one photo from pinterest 😌

ꕤ Theo Nott x fem!reader

ꕤ enemies to lovers, a little bit of smut - not for minors

ꕤ originaly part of the jinxedjuly challenge, with second week prompt nightswim, but now it’s too late I’m sorry 😬

It’s 3 am and you can’t sleep. It’s too hot outside, no air to breathe in your room. Putting your thin long dress on, you go take a walk outside around the pool.

It’s still hot outside, but the light breeze coming from the sea feels great on your skin.

You sit on one of the pool lounges and close your eyes, listening to the sounds of the night. Finally, you can relax, your mind a little more at ease.

Suddenly something doesn’t feel right. You feel compelled to look behind you and there it is. A silhouette. There. In the dark entrance to the pool area.

It moves closer to you and comes into the light. Theodore. You roll your eyes. The bane of your existence. You can’t believe your friends invited him and no one told you.

“What the fuck do you want? Why are you following me?” You don’t have a good relationship. He is a fuckboy with a body worthy of Greek gods but is such an asshole to you, makes fun of everything you do or say, constantly.

“Oh Princessa, don’t you think you give yourself too much credit sometimes? It may come as a surprise to you, but the universe does not revolve around you, you know?”

“You fucking…” but you don’t even bother finishing the sentence, you just stand up and with an angry and disappointed sigh stomp to him and try to storm around him back into the house.

You make it a point not to look at him but you catch a strange look on his face in your peripheral vision anyway.

His arm shoots out and catches you off guard. It curls around your waist and pulls you into him. What is happening?

Theo speaks right into your ear: “I think you need to loosen up a bit princess, maybe a little night swim with me will help you.” You can just imagine the smirk on his face but you don’t have any time to respond, because the asshole picks you up and throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You can admit to yourself that the view of his ass in the swim trunks is not half bad but you don’t, because he runs towards the pool.

FUCK.

The shock of the water against your skin and all around you makes you panic for a second too long but strong arms pull you up and hold you above the surface of the water. Your angry scowl goes unnoticed by him as he leaves you leaning against the wall of the pool once you gather yourself.

“I hate you so much. What is your problem, asshole?”

He completely ignores you and swims to the other side of the pool. When he turns around, you know he has his stupid smirk on his face, even though you don’t see his mouth, only his eyes above the surface.

Your friends said he is “such a nice person”, but why is he always such a prick to you? Some say it’s because he wants your attention, pulling on your pigtails and whatnot. Maybe you should get back at him and test that theory at the same time.

You’ve never been shy, but this took a lot of courage from you. Getting out of the pool you walk across the deck to where he leans against the wall, his eyes so big, you already feel accomplished.

The thin material of the dress clings to the curves of your body, it’s completely seethrough when wet. Coupled with you not wearing any underwear beneath the dress, the look on his face is priceless. He can’t look away. You enjoy the sight of him with his mouth open, eyes big, not blinking. His stare travels all around your body and he seems like he is in a trance. You stop right beside him, the height difference that being out of the pool gives you goes straight into your head and you smirk down at him.

“Thank you for that, I was too hot. You can close your mouth now, loverboy.”

The way he looks at you from beneath your feet makes you feel like a Goddess, him your most devoted worshipper. You can basically see the hearts in his eyes. The theory has proven to be right.

Satisfied, you turn to leave, but his hand shoots forward and gently touches your ankle, careful not to make you trip, but it makes you turn around again.

Theo stands up on the higher pool step and it makes his eyes level with your chest. He grabs your thighs and the way he looks at you makes you drunk on his gaze. Shit. This was not part of the plan.

He picks you up, hands around your waist, pulls you down into the water again, and pins you against a wall of the deep end of the pool. With his hands caging you in, you can’t look away from his eyes behind the wet curtain of curls. The strange look is back in his eyes and his gaze falls on your still wet lips. You can’t look away. You follow the water droplet, traveling from the end of the hair strand, down his nose, all the way to his pouty lips. When it disappears into his slightly open mouth, you forget how to breathe altogether. His mouth is so close to yours. Suddenly your lips touch, and something between you, the tension that, unbeknownst to you, has been stretching, tightening, and growing for a long time now, snaps. You forget everything around you, the only thing you feel is his lips on yours, his hands in your hair, the length of his body pushing against yours.

Fingers caressing your nipples, but it’s not enough.

Thigh between your legs, but your dress is too long.

Hand pulling the dress up, trying to bunch it up against your thighs, but it’s too tight.

Head falling against your shoulder, Theo sighs into your neck, frustrated.

“Fuck! You know what Princessa? Tomorrow. Same time, here in the pool. Wear something easier to take off, or I’ll tear it right off of you.” He whispers in your ear and your whole body erupts in goosebumps.

He doesn’t look at you while he gets out of the pool, and walks to the mansion, but the evidence of his arousal is on display.

Time to find an even longer and tighter dress, for him to rip to pieces tomorrow.

IT CONTINUES

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[urdreamydoodles]

Bat-Villains x Reader

One of the underlings hit you and your partner finds out

Characters: Joker, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Bane, Scarecrow, Two-Face, The Riddler & The Penguin

The Joker

- You entered your shared bedroom cautiously, hoping to go unnoticed, but the Joker’s eyes were sharp even in the dim light. He noticed the bruise on your cheek and the busted lip instantly, his grin freezing into something far more sinister. “Well, well, what have we here?” he asked, voice low and dangerous.

- When you hesitated to answer, his patience snapped like a frayed wire. He grabbed your chin, tilting your face to inspect the damage. “Who?” he growled, his voice now devoid of its usual playful lilt. “Tell me who dared to mark my favorite little masterpiece.”

- You confessed reluctantly, explaining that one of the underlings had attacked you out of jealousy. The Joker’s laugh started low, bubbling up into a maniacal crescendo. “Jealousy!” he howled, clapping his hands together. “Oh, how precious! They thought they could touch what’s mine and walk away unscathed?”

- Without another word, he stormed out of the room, dragging you along by the wrist. His carnival of chaos always followed him, and tonight, you were part of the show. He found the culprit lounging smugly in the lounge, and his grin returned, wide and predatory. “Congratulations!” he declared, clapping the underling on the back. “You’ve just earned a starring role… in pain!”

- The Joker’s retribution was theatrical and brutal. He pulled out his knife, twirling it playfully as he toyed with the terrified underling. “You know,” he mused, “I always say jealousy is such an ugly emotion. Let’s see how you feel with no emotions at all!” His laughter filled the room as the blade gleamed.

- When it was over, he returned to you, his suit now spattered with blood. He wiped your lip with surprising tenderness, his head tilting as he studied you. “All better now, sugarplum,” he crooned, his mood swinging back to twisted affection. “No one gets to hurt you except me.”

- He spent the rest of the night doting on you in his own chaotic way, cracking jokes and reenacting the “punishment” for your amusement. Beneath the madness, though, his possessiveness was clear. “You’re mine, dollface,” he murmured, running a hand through your hair. “Anyone who forgets that ends up as a punchline.”

Harleen Quinzel aka. Harley Quinn

- Harley’s bubbly energy was unmistakable as you entered the room, but her expression quickly soured when she noticed your injuries. “Oh, puddin’, who did this to ya?” she asked, her voice filled with concern and a dangerous edge.

- When you told her about the jealous underling, Harley’s smile twisted into something sharp and feral. “Oh, sweetheart,” she cooed, gently cupping your face. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care’a this little problem for ya.” Her tone was deceptively sweet, but her eyes burned with fury.

- She marched straight out, her mallet slung over her shoulder, humming a jaunty tune. You followed hesitantly, watching as she cornered the offender. “Hey there, sugar,” she said with faux friendliness, her mallet swinging lazily in her hand. “I hear you’ve been pickin’ fights with my honeybun.”

- The underling stammered excuses, but Harley was already circling like a predator. “Aww, don’t be shy!” she chirped. “Let’s play a game. It’s called Whack-a-Traitor!” With a gleeful laugh, she brought the mallet down with terrifying force.

- The scene was as brutal as it was efficient. Harley danced around her victim with chaotic grace, each swing of her mallet punctuated by a giggle. “Nobody messes with my baby!” she declared, her voice ringing with conviction.

- When it was over, she bounced back to you, wiping a smudge of blood from her cheek. “All done!” she announced cheerfully, throwing her arms around you. “Nobody’s ever gonna mess with ya again, puddin’. Not while I’m around.”

- That night, she pampered you like royalty, insisting on patching up your lip herself. Between stolen kisses and her playful jokes, you couldn’t help but feel safe despite the carnage. “You an’ me against the world, sweetie,” she said softly, her blue eyes sparkling. “And don’t you forget it.”

Pamela Isley aka. Poison Ivy

- Ivy was lounging gracefully among her plants when you entered, but her serene expression darkened the moment she saw your injuries. “Who did this to you?” she asked, her voice low and venomous, like the hiss of a cobra.

- You hesitated, but her sharp green eyes left no room for evasion. When you finally explained, Ivy’s composure cracked, revealing a wrath that felt as ancient as the earth itself. “They dared to harm you?” she murmured, her voice trembling with fury. “They’ll regret ever drawing breath.”

- Rising gracefully, Ivy summoned her vines with a flick of her wrist. “Come,” she said, her tone commanding. “We have work to do.” You followed as the plants parted for her, their movements strangely menacing. Her connection to nature seemed almost alive with her anger.

- She confronted the underling in her usual calm yet intimidating way, her vines coiling menacingly around them. “You thought you could harm my partner and get away with it?” she asked, her voice dripping with disdain. “Foolish. Very foolish.”

- Ivy’s punishment was swift and merciless. The vines tightened around the underling, their cries muffled as the plants did her bidding. She stood over them, her expression cold. “The earth will reclaim you,” she said simply, turning away as the vines dragged them into the shadows.

- When she returned to you, her anger softened into tenderness. She cupped your face gently, her fingers cool against your skin. “No one will hurt you again,” she promised, her voice like a soothing lullaby. “Not while I have the power to protect you.”

- That night, she surrounded you with the comforting scent of her plants, their soothing presence lulling you to sleep. “You’re mine, my love,” she whispered, stroking your hair. “And anyone who dares harm you will answer to the wrath of Mother Nature herself.”

Bane

- Bane’s sharp eyes immediately noticed your injuries when you stepped into the room. His jaw tightened, and his fists clenched as he asked, “Who dared to harm you?” His voice was calm but carried an unmistakable undercurrent of rage.

- When you told him it was one of his own men, his composure shattered. “One of mine?” he repeated, his voice filled with disbelief and anger. “They will pay for this insult.” He rose to his full, imposing height, his presence radiating fury and power.

- Without hesitation, Bane marched out to find the offender. His movements were purposeful, each step echoing with the promise of retribution. You followed at a safe distance, knowing better than to intervene when he was like this.

- He confronted the underling with cold precision, his voice like a growl. “You struck someone under my protection,” he said, towering over them. “That is a grave mistake.” The underling tried to plead, but Bane was unmoved.

- The punishment was swift and brutal. Bane’s strength was terrifying, and he used it to devastating effect. Each blow was delivered with calculated precision, his fury controlled but unrelenting. When it was over, he stood over the lifeless body, his breathing steady. “Let this be a warning to anyone who dares to harm what is mine,” he declared.

- Returning to you, Bane’s demeanor shifted. He knelt before you, his hands surprisingly gentle as he inspected your injuries. “I have dealt with the matter,” he said simply, his voice softening. “No one will harm you again.”

- That night, he stayed close to you, his protective nature evident in every gesture. “You are precious to me,” he murmured, his deep voice filled with sincerity. “And I will always ensure your safety, no matter the cost.”

- Jonathan was engrossed in his latest experiment when you entered the room, your face bruised and lip split. His sharp gaze immediately noticed, and his expression hardened. “What happened?” he demanded, his voice cold and clinical but with a hint of concern beneath.

Jonathan Crane aka. Scarecrow

- You hesitated under his calculating stare, but there was no avoiding his interrogation. When you explained it was one of his underlings acting out of jealousy, his lips curled into a dark smile. “Jealousy. Such a fascinating emotion,” he mused. “I’ll ensure they experience fear instead—true fear.”

- He stood, his movements deliberate as he grabbed his iconic mask and canisters of fear toxin. “Wait here,” he instructed, his tone brooking no argument. “I’ll deal with this… interruption to my work.” Though his voice was calm, his anger simmered beneath the surface.

- Finding the culprit, Jonathan wasted no time in delivering his unique brand of justice. The room filled with his chilling laughter as he released the fear toxin, watching as the underling crumbled into terror. “You dared to touch them?” he hissed. “Let’s see how brave you feel when your worst nightmares come to life.”

- He took his time, ensuring the punishment was both psychological and physical. Each scream seemed to satisfy him more, his clinical fascination mingling with his wrath. When he returned to you, he looked calmer, almost serene, as if purging his anger through their suffering.

- Jonathan knelt before you, his touch surprisingly gentle as he wiped a trickle of blood from your lip. “No one will hurt you again,” he said, his voice soft but resolute. “You’re mine to protect, and I’ll make sure everyone knows the consequences of crossing that line.”

- That night, he stayed close, his rare displays of affection manifesting in small ways—checking on your injuries, brewing you tea, and offering you a book from his collection. “You ground me,” he murmured as you drifted off. “And I won’t let anyone take you away.”

- Harvey noticed your injuries the moment you entered the room. His dual nature became evident as one side of him looked worried while the other seemed immediately enraged. “What the hell happened?” he demanded, his voice a mix of care and fury.

Harvey Dent aka. Two-Face

- You hesitated, but under his intense gaze, you confessed it was one of his underlings who had attacked you. “They thought I didn’t belong,” you admitted. Harvey’s good side frowned deeply, but his scarred side twisted into a snarl. “They thought they could hurt you and get away with it?”

- Reaching into his pocket, Harvey pulled out his coin, flipping it with a practiced motion. “Heads, I scare them. Tails…” His scarred side grinned maliciously. “I get creative.” When it landed tails, he stood abruptly. “Stay here,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

- Harvey confronted the underling with all the unpredictability of his dual nature. His voice oscillated between cold reason and raw anger. “You dared lay a hand on them?” he growled. “Let’s see how you like answering to me.” His punishment was brutal, his scarred side reveling in it while his good side rationalized it as necessary.

- The room was eerily silent when he returned, his hands still shaking with residual anger. He pulled you into his arms carefully, his good side apologizing softly while his scarred side muttered curses against the world. “No one touches what’s mine,” he said, his voice firm.

- That night, he remained close, torn between his need to protect you and the guilt over his violent reaction. “I’m sorry you had to see that,” he said quietly. “But I won’t let anyone hurt you again. Not while I’m still standing.”

- His duality showed in his care—one side tender, ensuring your comfort, while the other vowed vengeance against anyone who dared cross you again. “You’re the only thing keeping me balanced,” he admitted. “I’ll destroy anyone who tries to take that away.”

- Edward’s sharp intellect didn’t miss a thing, so the moment you walked in with a bruised cheek and busted lip, he froze. His smirk vanished, replaced with a calculating frown. “What happened to you?” he asked, his voice deceptively calm.

Edward Nygma aka. The Riddler

- You explained reluctantly, telling him one of his underlings had lashed out in jealousy. Edward’s eyes darkened, and a dangerous grin spread across his face. “Jealousy,” he repeated, tapping his temple. “What an irrational emotion. Let’s see how rational they feel after I’m done with them.”

- His mind was already working overtime as he led you to his chair. “Sit,” he ordered, placing a blanket over your shoulders. “I’ll handle this.” He left the room with his signature cane in hand, his steps brisk and purposeful.

- Edward confronted the underling with all the flair and intellect he was known for. “Riddle me this,” he began, his tone venomous. “What happens to someone foolish enough to harm the one person I care about?” When the underling stammered, Edward struck with his cane. “Wrong answer!”

- He played with his victim like a cat with a mouse, his riddles cruel and his strikes precise. “Your jealousy was misplaced,” he sneered, leaning in close. “They’re mine, and you? You’re just another irrelevant piece on my board.”

- Returning to you, Edward’s mood shifted. He knelt by your side, his hands uncharacteristically gentle as he inspected your injuries. “You’re far too brilliant to be dealing with idiots like that,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

- That night, he pampered you with little puzzles and brainteasers, his way of distracting you from the pain. “You’re my equal,” he murmured, his voice unusually tender. “And I won’t let anyone disrupt the perfection we’ve built.”

- Oswald’s beady eyes immediately honed in on your injuries when you walked in. He set down his glass of brandy with deliberate care, his voice deceptively calm as he asked, “Who did this to you, darling?”

Oswald Cobblepot aka. The Penguin

- When you told him it was one of his own men, Oswald’s face twisted into a mask of rage. “One of my employees?” he hissed, gripping his umbrella tightly. “I’ll make an example of them they won’t forget—assuming they live to remember it.”

- Oswald marched out of the room, his umbrella clicking against the floor with each step. His subordinates scattered like rats at the sight of his fury, knowing better than to cross him when he was in such a mood.

- Finding the culprit, Oswald wasted no time. “You dared to harm someone under my protection?” he snarled, his voice carrying through the room. He used his umbrella with precision, the concealed blade flashing as he delivered his ruthless punishment.

- When it was over, he returned to you, smoothing his suit and regaining his composure. “It’s done,” he said simply, pouring you a glass of your favorite drink. “No one will ever harm you again, not while I have the power to stop it.”

- That night, he lavished you with attention, his usually cold demeanor melting into rare warmth. “You mean more to me than all the wealth in Gotham,” he admitted, his voice low. “And I protect what’s mine. Always.”

- Oswald’s actions spoke louder than words as he ensured you were comfortable and safe. “You’re my diamond,” he said softly, his fingers brushing against yours. “And anyone foolish enough to harm you will be crushed under the weight of my wrath.”

[misteria247]

I think one of the many reasons I like the TimmyJimmy ship so much is because Jimmy is like a positive influence for Timmy. Jimmy represents a brighter tomorrow in a way. That despite everything that Timmy's come to accept about himself and believing that he's essentially a bane of everyone's existence, for some reason Jimmy wants to be around him. Like imagine-

You're Timmy. For years you've been essentially told that you're not wanted. That your personality is annoying and unpleasant, that you make everything worse just by existing and breathing. That no matter what you do, everything goes up in flames. Your parents make it known that they'd rather do anything else than be around you. That they only find value in what you rarely offer. The kindness that you display often times backfires or gets taken for granted. Your friends, while they care, clearly prefer each other's company over yours. Literally the entire world is hellbent on reminding you that no matter what you do, someone's gonna be angry at you or just not give a fuck. The only good thing in your life is your adopted fairy parents who love you to bits and pieces. And it's because of them you still continue to do your best even though some days you wanna say fuck it.

And then one day you meet this boy from another universe.

He's smart, a bit cynical and can be rather blunt and for some reason he rubs you the wrong way at first. But once you both start to get to know one another, you find yourself enjoying his company and to your surprise the feelings mutual. You tentatively enter this friendship with him, excepting the other shoe to drop. For him to reveal his "true" feelings towards you. For him to finally become sick of you. You wait and wait and yet......

He never does.

Before you realize it, you're apart of a team involving a ghost and a sponge, with this genius being the leader and you being the muscle. You grow close to them, and over and over again you're forced to entertain the idea that maybe you are worth the effort. This boy includes you in his plans, and takes your words seriously and let's you into his lab. You're the first person he goes to, and he's always willing to explain his inventions and the science to you even though you don't understand. And when there's fights and you think that this is it, that he's finally had enough.....

He throws your expectations right out the damn window.

Over and over and over again he takes everything you'd learned over your lifetime and burns it to the ground. He sticks with you through thick and thin, and is willing to stay with you because he wants too. Slowly making you begin to actually be comfortable in your own skin. To let that side you're always keeping quiet out more. And then one day you look at him, you see him smiling and laughing at some joke you said and you see the light and mirth in his gaze, the sincere emotions that you bring to him just by being yourself. And it's then you realize that maybe you can have good things in your life. That there's truly a rainbow at the end of every storm. That when you look at him, you feel like spring.

Just ugh they make me insane-

[morklagt]

Dissection - Night's Blood

[yoongis-property]

ATEEZ FIC RECS 

last update: 09.06.2023

m- mature , f- fluff , a- angst , ☆- personal favorite

e2l- enemies to lovers, s2l- strangers to lovers, f2l- friends to lovers, bf2l- best friends to lovers, cf2l- childhood friends to lovers, fwb2l- friends with benefits to lovers, ex2l- exes to lovers, i2l- idiots to lovers

MASTERLIST

PARK SEONGHWA

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KIM HONGJOONG

⇢ A LITTLE SOMETHIMG MORE by @flurrys-creativity (established realtionship!au, a, m)

❝ Why didn’t you pick up your damn phone?” Hongjoong hissed, on the verge of exploding, “I called three times already.”.. ❞

⇢ MARIGOLD by @yoongiseesawmp3 (frat boy!hj, bf2l, f, m, light a)

❝ annoying frat boy!hongjoong. your best friend and the bane of your existence is probably the love of your life, and you’re not sure how to tell him. your mutual friend seonghwa knows about your true feelings for hongjoong, and he does everything in his power to get you two together. one halloween party, one rainy car ride and one emotional rollercoaster later, you finally get a taste of what you’ve been waiting so long for. ❞

⇢ PIRATE KING by @cybrsan (pirate!au, m)

❝ You are playing a dangerous game with an even more dangerous man, and you don’t know how much longer it can go on before everything falls apart around you. ❞

⇢ TELL ME TO STOP by @tenelkadjowrites (bf2l, m, ☆)

❝ Having been best friends with Hongjoong since childhood, you thought a camping trip might help breach the growing distance between the two of you. However, when a storm sweeps Hongjoong’s tent away, you find yourself in rather cramped quarters with him when he has to share your tent. ❞

⇢ THE BEST FRIENDS CODE by @tenelkadjowrites (m, bf2l) feat. hwa

❝ Hongjoong swears up and down that if you don’t touch each other, it won’t ruin the friendship...and what is the harm in blowing off some steam? ❞

seonghwa is in part 2 and part 3

⇢ THIS WORLD by @hongism​ (dystopian!au, m)

​ ❝ What he’s given you is essentially one chance and night. Nothing more and nothing less. ❞

⇢ TOUCH ME NOW by @slut4hwa​ (m)

❝ it wasn’t on purpose of course. the topic was already there so it kind of just slipped out.“yeah i’ve always wanted to know how squirting feels-” you blurted it out. fuck. ❞

⇢ WHAT HAPPENS IN A BLACKOUT by @tenelkadjowrites (kinda e2l, m)

❝ Stuck in an elevator with Hongjoong, the person you hate the most, you aren’t ready for when things take an unexpected turn. ❞

YOURE HONGJOONGS BIAS by @jnginlov​ (idol!au, f)

❝ when you and your group go on idol radio to promote your latest comeback, you don’t anticipate one of the hosts to be completely enraptured by you ❞

JEONG YUNHO

⇢ KILLING ME by @yoongiseesawmp3 (frat boy!yh, m, a) 

❝ after last year, yunho swore he would never live in a frat house ever again. that doesn’t mean he’s leaving the frat, though, so he moves into an apartment just down the street. and you? well you need somewhere cheap and walkable to campus, and yunho is leasing a room. so that’s how you end up living with the human embodiment of sunshine and puppies, but the more time you spend with yunho the more you realize he may have a darker side lurking beneath the surface. ❞

⇢ LIKE A DREAM by @cheollipop (established relationship, m, f) feat. mingi

❝ with only the orange hues of the lamp illuminating the room, they have you for the first time, and it feels just like a dream. ❞

⇢ OUT OF THE WOODS by @sluttywoozi (vacation!au, one bed trope, f2l, f, light m, ☆)

❝ You’ve been driving Yunho nuts lately and he just can’t figure out why. He hates being annoyed with his friends, so he’s been avoiding you. It’s difficult to stay away when you’re locked together in a cabin with seven of your closest friends, though. ❞

pt. 2

⇢ SUMMER NIGHTS by @honeyhotteoks (roommate!au, bf2l, m, f)

❝ he's your best friend and roommate, but during the heat of summer and the confinement of quarantine, you just can't seem to help yourselves. ❞

pt. 2

⇢ THE DRILL by @byuntrash101​ (m)

❝ yunho cant seem to pick up anyone at the club. for two main reasons, two problems if you will. the first one: his rizz level is negative and the second one... well it's bigger. much, much bigger. a huge problem wooyoung has named "the drill" ❞

⇢ THIS NIGHT TOGETHER by @honeyhotteoks (werewolf!au, m, f, a) feat. mingi

❝ you’re finally getting your dream job, working with some of the best dancers in the business, but a job change means a break in your healthcare coverage and suppressants these days are expensive. going into heat at the studio pretty much seems like the worst case scenario, but you find yourself in the care of two alphas who won’t let you go through it alone. ❞

unfinished!

⇢ TUTOR BOY by @cas-skz (m)

❝ After begging your tutor to help you with your last assignment, he agrees to help in return for a favor. He proves that even the most innocent looking people, aren’t so innocent. ❞

⇢ TWO IS BETTER THAN ONE by @songmingisthighs (f2l, m) feat. mingi

❝ Mingi’s sweater felt comfortable on you, it was warm and it smelled like him. Not just his perfume, but his own scent.. ❞

⇢ YOUR FAN, YUNHO by @hwaightme (game developer!reader, f)

❝ a bulletpoint-style wordstream of what it would be like if yunho was stanning you. ❞

KANG YEOSANG

⇢ FREAKS by @mingigoo (bf2l, m, a)

❝ after being friends for ten years, your triad friendship with Yeosang and Wooyoung is falling apart, all because of a simple game—spin the bottle. ❞

⇢ I´M IN LOVE by @anyamaris (m)

❝ You wake in a dream to be met with a dream inside a dream. ❞

⇢ OBSESSIVE by @mingigoo (e2l, fwb!au, college!au, m, f, light a)

❝ You tried to pay no mind to your brother’s friends and their flirty antics, but it always confused you when only one of them seemed disinterested in you. Even though you’d never admit it, he intrigued you—to the point where when you kissed drunkenly at party, you wanted more. And you were going to get it. ❞

CHOI SAN

⇢ FIRST THINGS FIRST by @sluttywoozi (college!au, f2l, m, f)

❝ San had hoped you were coming to the party tonight but he never expected it to end like this. ❞

pt. 2

⇢ HEARTWORM by @atinyidea (college!au, f2l, f, light a, light m)

❝ n. a relationship or friendship that you can’t get out of your head, which you thought had faded long ago but is still somehow alive and unfinished, like an abandoned campsite whose smouldering embers still have the power to start a forest fire. ❞

⇢ HEISTS AND CELEBRATIONS by @cheollipop (criminal!au, m) feat. woo

❝ with the stolen necklace secured around your neck, wooyoung slumped back in his seat, fingers gripping the steering wheel while his eyes remained focused on the overhead mirror, watching his two partners celebrate another successful heist in the back of his van. ❞

⇢ IN THE QUIET SPACES by @honeyhotteoks (established realtionship!au, f, m)

❝ a quiet morning snowed in at the cabin with san ❞

⇢ IT'S SWEATPANTS SEASON, OH MY! by @thisthatpinkvenom​ (jock!san, established relationship!au, college!au, f, m)

❝ autumn has arrived; the season of pumpkin spice lattes, corn and—unfortunately for you—grey sweatpants. those pesky little things have attached themselves to your boyfriend's legs like glue, and you're having a hard time keeping your mind out of the gutter. ❞

⇢ LET`S FUCK by @ughsimpp (m)

❝ hearing your close girlfriends talk about how their mans made them orgasm is an interesting topic but you couldn't really relate with them. in your past relationships (like 2), none of your ex's could ever make you reach that high. you kept quiet and listened as your friends continued to talk. ❞

⇢ MILKY WAY by @ad0rechuu (sm!au, idol!reader, f, a) feat. hwa & mingi

❝ It’s not everyday that your friends childhood friend turns out to be the girl that you literally have a fan account for, but for Seonghwa, San and Mingi it’s become a reality. being able to get close to your bias is great! even if she does have a raging crush on someone else… ❞

⇢ ODD EYE by @luvteez​ (sm!au, soulmate!au, college!au, f, a)

❝ when the public finds out that rookie idol choi san has a soulmate, he’s forced to retire from the entertainment industry and stays low as a full time university student and part time barista. never does he intend on finding his soulmate, but fate seems to have other plans for him. enter: you. ❞

⇢ OH HE´S GOOD by @yoongiseesawmp3 (m, f, ☆)

❝ san, a non-believer, has one of the best voices in the church choir, and maybe one of the best voices in the world. fresh off a break up, you’re not looking for anything serious, and he isn’t either... but someone definitely falls faster and harder than they should. ❞

⇢ ONE MORE REP by @cheollipop (personal trainers!au, f2l, m) feat. woo

❝ san got a little too excited watching you exercise in purple – his favourite colour – and wooyoung was nothing if not a tease. turning their attention back to you, they didn't expect to see you equally worked-up. ❞

⇢ PARTY OF THREE by @cybrsan (established realtionship!au, m) feat. woo

❝ Things take an unexpected turn when Wooyoung walks in on you and San. ❞

⇢ POP QUIZ by @yoongiseesawmp3 (college!au, f)

❝ who knew being late to class one day would lead to you kissing the cute ta a few days later? not you. but who’s complaining? also not you. ❞

SONG MINGI

⇢ AFTER LIKE by @sluttywoozi​ (plug!mg, light a, m, f)

❝ Mingi has been your plug for nearly three years now. You've always liked him well enough, but something has changed between you. What happens after like? ❞

part 2

⇢ ALL IN by @tenelkadjowrites (bf2l, m, ☆)

❝ A night of drunken debauchery with your best friend in Las Vegas leads to something you never could imagine. ❞

⇢ DITTO by @sluttywoozi (f2l, f, m)

❝ You've liked Mingi for a while now, but every time you try to hang out one on one, it turns into a group thing. Will you be able to act normal now that you've finally gotten him alone? ❞

⇢ DREAMER by @mingigoo (college!au, bf2l, m, f)

❝ you couldn’t live without your best friend, Mingi. You did everything together, and whenever you needed a shoulder to lean on, he was there. But when something suddenly changes how you see him, you’re not so sure you can stay friends. You wanted more. ❞

⇢ LIKE A DREAM by @cheollipop (established relationship, m, f) feat. yunho

❝ with only the orange hues of the lamp illuminating the room, they have you for the first time, and it feels just like a dream. ❞

⇢ MILKY WAY by @ad0rechuu (sm!au, idol!reader, f, a) feat. san & hwa

❝ It’s not everyday that your friends childhood friend turns out to be the girl that you literally have a fan account for, but for Seonghwa, San and Mingi it’s become a reality. being able to get close to your bias is great! even if she does have a raging crush on someone else… ❞

⇢ MIND OVER MATTER by @mingisaddctn (bf2l, m)

❝ the two things you can be sure in life is that 1. you will die and 2. you've never wanted to suck a dick so bad. ❞

⇢ ONCE by @tenelkadjowrites (roommate!au, m)

❝ After accidentally sending a naked photo of yourself to your roommate Mingi, things take a turn. ❞

⇢ ONE QUESTION by @tenelkadjowrites (best friends!au, m) feat. hwa

❝ I was wondering how long it was into the friendship before the two of you realized that you want to sleep together?” ❞

⇢ SHY CAPTAIN by @rosy-wooyoung (basketball captain!mg, college!au, f, ☆)

❝ “Are those credits really unavoidable?” you asked your friend as you counted the number of credits you earned for the past two years. “Yeah,” she answered and you huffed. “If you don’t take part in any extracurricular activities, you won’t get enough credits to pass the year. It’s written in the rules.” ❞

⇢ SLOWLY, I´M GOING DOWN by @yutasbellybuttonpiercing​ (college!au, m)

❝ mingi hates studying, but what he hates way more than that is being perceived as stupid. what mingi loves on the other hand, are pretty people getting flustered about his voice.

or mingi shows you exactly what he hates and loves. ❞

⇢ THIS NIGHT TOGETHER by @honeyhotteoks (werewolf!au, m, f, a) feat. yunho

❝ you’re finally getting your dream job, working with some of the best dancers in the business, but a job change means a break in your healthcare coverage and suppressants these days are expensive. going into heat at the studio pretty much seems like the worst case scenario, but you find yourself in the care of two alphas who won’t let you go through it alone. ❞

unfinished!

⇢ TWO IS BETTER THAN ONE by @songmingisthighs (f2l, m) feat. yunho

❝ Mingi’s sweater felt comfortable on you, it was warm and it smelled like him. Not just his perfume, but his own scent.. ❞

⇢ USE IT by @a-soft-hornytiny​ (m)

❝ Mingi has a huge dick but is shy about it and has no idea what to do with it. ❞

⇢ WE FELL IN LOVE IN AUGUST by @mingigoo (best friends brother!au, m, f)

❝ Believing that you were destined to be with your best friend seonghwa all your life, his little brother Mingi was never a thought in your mind. After reuniting with the brothers after years of being abroad, you had your mind set to get together with seonghwa—until Mingi stole your heart without warning. ❞

JUNG WOOYOUNG

⇢ GENTLE by @cheollipop (hybrid!au, m, f) feat. hwa

❝ desperate and whiny, your heat pheromones triggered wooyoung's feral instincts, forcing seonghwa to step in and teach him how to treat you properly. ❞

⇢ HEISTS AND CELEBRATIONS by @cheollipop (criminal!au, m) feat. san

❝ with the stolen necklace secured around your neck, wooyoung slumped back in his seat, fingers gripping the steering wheel while his eyes remained focused on the overhead mirror, watching his two partners celebrate another successful heist in the back of his van. ❞

⇢ MADE FOR THIS by @yoongiseesawmp3 (f2l, f, m, ☆)

❝ you’re volunteering for this year’s vacation bible school, and wooyoung’s little brother just so happens to be in your group. is it wrong of him to use kyungmin as his wing man? eh, who cares. wooyoung is just determined to get you to fall for him before the week is over, and he’ll do whatever it takes. ❞

⇢ MIDNIGHT KISSES by @mingigoo (bf2l, single parent!reader, m, f, light a, ☆)

❝ you weren’t sure how well you could raise your daughter as a single mother, but your best friend, Wooyoung, has been there every step of the way with no strings attached. When you decide that it’s time to try and date again, he realizes too late that his love for you doesn’t just stop at friendship. ❞

⇢ ONE MORE REP by @cheollipop (personal trainers!au, f2l, m) feat. san

❝ san got a little too excited watching you exercise in purple – his favourite colour – and wooyoung was nothing if not a tease. turning their attention back to you, they didn't expect to see you equally worked-up. ❞

⇢ TRY ME by @tenelkadjowrites (coworker!au, m, f, light a)

❝ Having to work with Wooyoung while your marriage is crumbling is frustrating. He’s a cocky brat and barely completes what he needs to. But when you find out your husband cheated on you, Wooyoung proves his worth in another way. ❞

⇢ PARTY OF THREE by @cybrsan (established realtionship!au, m) feat. san

❝ Things take an unexpected turn when Wooyoung walks in on you and San. ❞

⇢ PILLOW TALK by @jungkxook (fwb!au, m, f)

❝ so maybe asking your best friend to take your virginity is wrong for a number of reasons, but you swear you’re still just friends. nothing more, nor less ❞

⇢ SMILE FOR THE CAMERA by @yoongiseesawmp3 (youtuber!woo, brothers best friend!au, f)

❝ wooyoung is best friends with your brother, yeosang, so you get to see him a lot. that would be fine if you weren’t totally head over heels in love with him. now yeosang is onto you and you have to keep him from running his big mouth to wooyoung about your big fat crush. ❞

CHOI JONGHO

⇢ GET CLOSE TO ME by @honeyhotteoks (kinds e2l, m)

❝ you’re pretty sure he hates you. and you know you hate him, until a night out turns upside down. ❞

⇢ ...RAMEN BEFORE YOU GO by @mingigoo​ (neighbor!au, m, f)

❝ you thought things couldn’t get worse after finding a cat in the dumpster behind the liquor store, but now here you were, alone in your new apartment, staring at that damn cat that somehow got stuck behind the washing machine. You needed some strong hands….but the minute you met him, you didn’t want him to leave. Do you want some ramen before you go? ❞

⇢ PATIENCE by @sxcret-garden (established relationship, m)

OT8

⇢ HOTEL CALIFORNIA by @mint-yooxgi​ (yandere!au, a, m , f)

❝ You can check out any time you’d like, but you can never leave ❞

[campingwiththecharmings]

hellooooo!! congrats on the one year anniversary<3<3

could I request “how mad would you be if i kissed you?” with poe?

(thank you for doing this event!!!!)

All Your Fault

AN: OMG IT'S A FIC-AVERSAY REQUEST!! lol Told y'all I was still gonna answer all of these! That said, I'm betting you probably don't even remember sending this lmao but I hope you can still enjoy it all the same though. Thanks for your patience 💖

(Un-beta’d)

Rated: T Words: 1,068 Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader (written with f!reader in mind but I'm pretty sure this could be read as GN. please correct me if that's wrong) Warnings: kissing, arguing...nothing else I can think of (please let me know if I missed something) AO3

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Commander Poe Dameron is, quite literally, the bane of your existence.  

Sure, he’s a great pilot and, okay fine, he’s not a terrible leader but, damn it if the bastard doesn’t drive you absolutely crazy with his needlessly risky plans. You’re not sure if he has a death wish or if he’s just an adrenaline junky, but what you do know is that if the storm troopers chasing you don’t kill him, you just might. 

You run down the narrow hallway of the First Order compound you’ve infiltrated, Dameron in tow, desperately searching for an escape. You spot a door, thank the Maker when it’s unlocked, and pull Dameron inside with you by the lapels of his jacket, glaring at him when he opens his mouth to complain. 

“Shut up,” you whisper harshly, pushing him against the back of the door. 

He watches you in the dim light for a moment, lips parted, breath leaving him in pants. Your eyes drop to his mouth, lingering longer than you’d like, and you wonder briefly if they’re as soft as they look, how they’d feel against yours, how they’d taste— 

Okay fine, so you’re a little attracted to him. That didn’t mean he didn’t still infuriate the hell out of you. 

The thundering of boots crescendos outside the door, (blessedly) breaking you from your staring contest with his mouth. Still pressed against Poe, you swallow thickly, your face warm as you forcibly avert your gaze. Your eyes land on his neck, and you have to ignore the sudden urge you feel to lick the bead of sweat running slowly down the side of it. 

You’re both still as the troopers pass, as if making even the tiniest movement might alert them to your presence. Poe is still breathing a little heavy, the air puffing against your cheek just another reminder of his closeness. You try to ignore it, ignore him, ignore how good his body feels against yours, how amazing he smells. In an effort to stave off the sudden urge you have to bury your face in his neck and breathe deep, you think of literally anything else: your bunkmate’s dirty socks, General Leia screaming at you, taking a blaster bolt to the shoulder— 

The sound of the troopers fades slowly and you breathe a quiet sigh of relief, backing up as much as you can in the small space.  

“That was a close one, huh?” Poe mutters, looking at you warily, as if you might attack him at any given moment. 

Your anger at him rekindles in your chest at the comment and you can’t stop yourself from punching him in the shoulder. He grunts, glaring at you half-heartedly as he rubs the spot where you hit him. 

“No, Dameron, that was stupid. Completely and utterly stupid,” you quietly scold, pointing at him in accusation. 

He scoffs, almost rolling his eyes and it sends another flare of anger through you.  

“Oh, you don’t think so?” you counter, stepping closer to him. “You think your little stunt helped us?” 

He glares at you, leaning back against the door with an annoyed look on his face. “We got what we came for, didn’t we?” 

“Yes, and we’d be out of here and on the ship right now if you’d just followed the plan.” 

“You mean followed your plan,” he mumbles almost petulantly. 

“Is that what this is about?” you ask, chuckling humorlessly as you take another step closer. “Still sore that the General went with my plan instead of yours, flyboy?” 

His jaw tightens and he moves even closer, his voice so low it’s almost a growl. “Your plan is the reason I even had to pull that ‘stunt’ in the first place, sweetheart.” 

It’s your turn to scoff now, rage flaring in your eyes as you move so close to him his chest brushes against yours. You ignore how incredible he smells, even after all the running you’ve done, ignore how good he looks this close— 

“You are unbelievable, do you know that? Absolutely unbelievable.” 

Poe opens his mouth to retort, a mischievous look in his eyes, but you cut him off by continuing, your voice a harsh whisper. “You’re reckless, hot-headed, impulsive—” 

His finger on your lips stops you, your eyes widening in both shock and rage. 

Unfortunately, you’re silent long enough for him to ask, “How mad would you be if I kissed you right now?” 

Your brow furrowing in confusion, lips parting as much as they can with his finger still pressed against them. Instinctively, your gaze falls to his mouth, eyes dragging over his plump bottom lip as your brain reminds you of all the times you’ve fantasized about a moment just like this one. You watch as the corner of his mouth quirks slightly in a smile and know you’ve somehow given him all the permission he needs. 

He leans in, spanning the meager distance between you as he pulls his hand away, tentatively pressing his lips to yours. He’s giving you a chance to push him away, you realize, to decide you don’t want this but…You do.  

You melt into him, pressing your body against his and pushing him back against the door. He groans softly, the sound going straight to your core and you wonder what else you could do to pull sounds like that from him.  

You hope he gives you a chance to find out. 

His hands cup your cheeks, holding you in place as he presses his tongue against the seam of your lips. You part them without resistance, shivering when he licks inside. The taste of him is divine, a mix of sweetness and spice and something so inherently Poe. You could spend hours, maybe even days, like this, just kissing him, enjoying the taste of him, the feel of him. Already you can’t get enough, can feel your need for him clawing at the base of your spine as your fingers plunge into his soft, dark locks.  

You’re forced to break for air, foreheads pressed together as you both try to catch your breath. 

“This isn’t over, you know,” you pant, pulling back to shoot him what you hope is a stern look. 

He chuckles breathlessly, reaching out to trace the curve of your cheek with his knuckles, his lips quirking slightly when you unconsciously lean into the touch.  

“I’d be disappointed if it was, sweetheart.”

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[buckyalpine]

Favorite trope: academic rivals to lovers

Kinks: temperature play, knives, "rope" play (or his tie or scarf 😏)

Hot and Cold 

18+

God this is hottt afffff!! Yes Yes Yes to alll of thissss. 

Warnings: Very sexy smut, dom Bucky, lots of fluff cause he might be a dick but he melts apart for his girl. Temperature place, knife play, he’s a menace, his tie is a menace 

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You were seething, glaring at at the tall brunette as he delivered his counter argument within record time, your professor declaring their team the winners of the debate. You huffed, packing you bags, the hairs on your neck standing up when you heard footsteps approaching you, his perfect polished shoes coming into your vision. 

“What’s wrong cupcake?” He smirked down at you while you rolled your eyes, stuffing your pens and books into your bag. You decided to ignore him, hoping he’d shut up and walk away but when had you ever so lucky. You looked up to meet his icy blue eyes, a cocky smug expression his face, your annoyance fueling his ego. 

Fuck him. 

“Can’t take a little competition?” He sassed, while you turned on your heel to face him, unable to keep your mouth shut. 

“Don’t call me that” You hissed, wanting to smack his pursued lips off his face, “And it’s not competition when you deliver a weak argument mere seconds before class ends” 

“Weak?” Bucky scoffed, shaking his head while you continued out of the lecture hall, grumbling to yourself as he followed you, “I’m sorry, so Professor Stark must have been mistaken when he said you lost, in fact he must have misheard the whole debate since your team did so much better” 

“You got lucky, there wasn’t anything impressive or revolutionary with what you said and we would have given you a rebuttal if class hadn’t ended. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d rather lick a city bus than continue speaking to you” You stormed off to the bus stop, your heels clicking on the pavement as you walked away. 

Bucky snorted, rolling his eyes, pulling his car keys out of his pocket and walking away to his car. Your eyes shot up at the obnoxious rev of an engine as his Audi r8 sped out of the parking lot, your skirt nearly flying up as he drove by. 

Asshole. 

As soon as you found a seat on the bus, you closed your eyes, letting out the breath you had been holding. 

James Buchanan Barnes.

The absolute bane of your existence. 

You were both finishing your final year in Law; he was your number one rival in the three years you knew him. There had been tension between you both from day 1. The both of you top of your classes, always finding ways to counter the others argument, finding ways to prove each other wrong, each trying to take over the other. You’d both compete for internships and work opportunities in an effort to prove who who truly more gifted. 

What frustrated you more was you’d often both get hired for the job, given your combined impressive skill sets and work ethic. The problem was it only fueled your rivalry more, leading to heated disagreements at work, as if school alone wasn’t enough. 

You found James to be an arrogant, self-centered, egotistical. 

Likewise, he found you to be stubborn, frustrating, vain. 

There was absolutely no middle ground with you both, constantly at each other throats, ready to pounce. 

You had managed to avoid Bucky for a while after the last class, grateful for midterms that had started meaning there were fewer debates taking place and more studying. You thought you could see the light at the end of the tunnel, you only had to work on some reading and an up coming project. Everything was in the all clear. 

That was until you were given your assigned pairing for your final project. You nearly ran out of class to throw up, glaring at the cocky brunet while he scoffed, clearly just as offended he had been paired with you.  

Time couldn’t have possibly gone any slower as you counted down the minutes till the end of class, stomping down the lecture hall, only to be met with your professor holding up a hand to you both, stopping you before you could even speak. 

“How could-

“Before either of you say another word, I can’t pair you with someone else. I’ve paired students up with those who are around the same academic level so that leaves you two” 

“Then let me work on this independently-

“No. This is a paired project. No ones working on this individually so suck it up and start planning your assignment with Barnes” 

You cursed under you breath, while he continued to pack away his things, leaving the lecture hall without sparing you a second look. 

“Let’s go” Bucky didn’t even bother looking at you, looking straight a head of him as he started to leave the hall.

“Excuse me?” You frowned, trailing behind him as he continued down the corridor, towards the library. You nearly walked into his chest as he stopped abruptly, turning around to face you.  

“I’m not fucking up my gpa because you have an ego. We’re going to the library. Now” and with that he continued down the hall. You bit your tongue, wordlessly following him, as much as you couldn't stand him, you were not about to let your gpa drop either. 

2 weeks later 

“The library closes in 5 minutes” The student worker mumbled as she walked by while you groaned, staring at the stack of papers you were yet to go through. 

“There’s still so much shit we have to read” You rubbed your temples, skimming through another article. 

“We could work at my place” Bucky shrugged, twirling a pen between his fingers, leaning back in his chair. 

“And why do we need to go to your place” It was bad enough you had to spend all your free time with him but you were not about to work at his place now too. 

“Because I have an actual office room, and proper place we can get work done, unless you have something better to officer princess” He challenged back, while you glared at him before glancing at the clock. You had to leave the library. Your tiny apartment was hardly a place someone could call livable let alone a space to work productively in. 

“Fine” You gritted out, rolling your eyes at the satisfied smirk that crossed his lip as he closed his laptop. 

“Good. Pack your things” 

You stuffed your things in your bag, throwing on your coat before the both of you the only ones left on campus. You gripped your coat tighter feeling the cool night air nip your skin as you walked out to the parking lot; Bucky’s was the last car left. 

“Get in cupcake” He cocked his head, unlocking the car doors and roaring the engine to life. The leather was cool against your skin, making you shiver, you felt a little inkling in your tummy with the acceleration of the car sending vibrations through your body. 

“Compensating for something?” You couldn’t help but scoff at the way the exhaust rumbled each time he went faster as he sped down the empty streets. Cocky asshole.

“Don’t need to, you can see for yourself” His face was smug, clearly sure of himself while you shook your head, squeezing your thighs together. 

“Arrogant” You mumbled under your breath, ignoring the way your stomach clenched, wiping away the image that tried to form in your mind, remaining silent for the rest of the ride. 

“We’re here” 

Your eyes grew wide at the large house Bucky pulled up to as he parked on the stone driveway. You wordlessly stepped out of the car, following behind him as he unlocked the door leading you inside. 

“The office is upstairs” Bucky led you up stairs, taking you right down the hall to a large office room. The space was dark and cozy; books lining the walls with shelves that nearly reached the ceiling. There was a couch off to the side along with a large desk that was near the center. A coffee table sat on top of the plush rug near the couch, with a fire place near by. 

As soon as he walked into the room, Bucky went straight for the crystal glasses that sat on the shelf, dropping a few ice cubes from a mini freezer that was tucked underneath the table. He grabbed the whisky bottle, pouring the dark liquid nearly to the rim, taking a long sip before setting the glass down and loosening his tie and rolling his sleeves up. He looked at you for a moment longer, a silent offering though you declined, setting your things by the couch and pulling your notes out. 

You started to type up the paper on the couch while Bucky worked at his desk, making notes of key points and handing them to you. You let out a frustrated huff at the latest paper he handed you, unable to decipher half the words, spending more time decoding what he had written. 

“I can’t read your stupid writing” You tossed down the notes Bucky had scribbled down, “It’s impossible to read”

“Didn’t know you struggled with reading too” Bucky didn’t even bother looking up at you, continuing to read through a paper, still sipping on his whisky.  

“It’s not reading, its your writing, you write like a child” You shot back, grumbling under your breath, looking through the article to figure out what he had scratched down. 

“And you act like one” His voice had dropped, his blue eyes flicking up to glare at you while you rolled your eyes, going back to typing the paper. You ignored the way his voice made your stomach flip, feeling warm under his gaze. You didn’t even bother looking through the new article he handed you, setting it onto the coffee table, continuing to type away. 

“I don’t need your stupid notes or your help on this, I’ll work on this on my own while you work on your writing skills-” 

“You’re a brat” He growled, his jaw clenching as he stalked towards you, shutting your laptop and ripping it out of your hands. You ignored the throbbed you felt between your legs as he towered over you, the scent of his cologne suddenly making you woozy, combined with the scent of the whisky he drank fanning off his breath. 

“And? What if I am?” You hissed, not backing down from him. Bucky stared at you, between the way you always had something to say, your bare legs tucked underneath you, your tiny skirt riding up, almost exposing your panties, the scent of your perfume, your glasses perched on your nose, your sassy little mouth, he so badly just wanted to take you and- “What the fuck are you going to do Barnes?” 

“I’ll show you exactly what I do to little girls that don’t know how to listen” He grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks together, his eyes burning with something you couldn’t quite place, his pupils blown. Bucky grabbed you, hauling you over his shoulder, grabbing his drink as he walked out of the office and right to his bedroom, throwing you onto his bed. You felt your heart race, struggling to ignore the way your pussy was aching for him-

No.

Fuck him. 

You chest heaved as he locked his eyes with you, setting his glass down before ripping his tie off. 

“Hands above your head” His voice had dropped several octaves, making your nearly melt and comply but no. You’d never. You shrugged while he growled, straddling you and grapping your wrists, roping his tie around your hands, securing you to his headboard. You tried to tug your hands free, glaring while he smirked, unbuttoning his shirt while still on top of you. He tossed it off, coming down to your ear, his lips brushing by your lobe making you shiver. 

“Told you I’d show you what I do to brats that don’t listen. Say Alpha if you want me to stop”

You nodded while he cupped your face again, squeezing your cheeks, making your lips pout. 

“Use your words” 

“Yes” 

“Good girl”  

You stopped breathing, blinking slowly at the dark ink that covered his arms and torso. It had never occurred to you that you’d never seen his sleeves rolled up or seen him in a regular t-shirt for that matter. The smug bastard was always in a perfect pressed shirt with a silk tie around his neck. Your eyes grew wide at the pocked knife he pulled out of his pocket, flicking the blade open. 

“Quiet now, aren’t we cupcake” He mumbled, tracing the sharp tip of his switch blade from your forehead, down your nose, skimping past your lips and down to your neck. You could feel your heart race as he applied the slightest bit of pressure, smirking at how you tensed, “I’m surprised you trust me sweets” He whispered by your ear, pressing the knife into your skin, just enough for it to sting slightly. 

“You won’t need this” He brought the knife to the buttons of your blouse, slicing upwards, sending the buttons flying to the floor. He slid the blade under the band of your bra, throwing it aside, his eyes raking up and down your exposed breasts. He pulled the zipper of your skirt down, pulling it off your legs before grabbing his knife again, cutting your panties off until you were completely bare on his bed. He tugged on the knot he secured around your wrist with his tie, humming in satisfaction at the whimper that slipped past your lips. 

“Such a needy dirty little slut” He plucked the ice cube out of his whisky, sucking off the dark liquid that dripped off before straddling on top of you again, circling it around your nipple. You gasped at the icy sharp jolt that ran through your body, your hips bucking up as your nipples pebbled instantly, almost painfully hard as he continued to run the cube across your skin. 

“So responsive, hm?” He let out a dark chuckle at the way your legs squirmed and squeezed together, soft whimpers dripping from your lips as he continued to glide the ice between the valley of your breasts down to your belly button. “Nothing to say now baby?” 

You shook your head, your breaths getting heavier as he moved to kneel between your legs, spreading your knees apart with his, keeping you wide open for him. He dragged the cube down lower, swirling it around your pubic bone, watching you intently as you squirmed, your browed furrowed, eyes locked with his. 

“Wonder how you’d feel if I played with this somewhere else...how about...here” He spread your folds apart with his fingers, letting the edge of the ice cube brush by your swollen clit, the sensation making you cry out. Your pussy throbbed, pulsing as he brushed by it again, your body feeling both hot and cold as he let the ice melt against your warm skin. He his knees kept your legs apart as he ran the ice cube through your folds, coating it in your slick, the sheets under you dampening from the water droplets and your arousal dripping out of you. 

He smirked, pulling the ice away, loving the way it glistened with your wetness. You gasped at the way he popped the ice cube into his mouth, sucking your arousal off, moaning at the taste. 

“Taste yourself princess” He smirked, running the ice through your fold again and pressing it against your lips, groaning as you parted your mouth to suck. 

“Good girl” He whispered, pulling it away and letting the rest of it it melt on his tongue, swallowing the rest of the ice with a satisfied hum. He got off the bed, tugging his pants and brief off, his cock slapping against his stomach, resting heavy between his legs as he crawled back onto the bed. 

“Brat” He loosened the tie around your wrists, flipping you around so you were on your kneed with your ass in the air. He brought your hands behind your back, tying them securely, holding your wrists with one hand, the other holding his cock, prodding against your entrance. 

You whined, trying to push yourself back onto his cock, huffing at the dark chuckle he let out, pulling away each time you chased more of him. 

“Needy now are we, always knew you were a desperate little whore” He growled, tugging at your wrists. “Just needed a cock to shut you up, huh” 

You couldn’t help the steady stream of slick that poured out of you every time he opened his mouth, your pussy fluttering and aching. 

“Open up for me cupcake” Bucky pressed the head of his cock against your fluttering entrance, his head thrown back at the way you were squeezed him already, your tight pussy struggling to accommodate his length. You moaned into the pillow, gasping as he gripped you harder. 

“Still such a fucking brat, I told you to open up for me” Bucky hissed, shoving his cock in all the way as you gasped as the way you could practically feel him in your throat, his cock pulsing and throbbing. He didn’t give you any time to adjust, one hand grabbing your hip, the other holding onto your tied hands as he started to slam into you at an unforgiving pace, the headboard hitting the wall with each thrust. 

“Do you have any idea what the fuck you do to me?!” He gritted out, pounding into you, nailing his cock against your cervix with each word. “With those tiny little plaid skirts and stockings? Parading around the campus like a good girl, getting on my nerves all the time always arguing back with me”

You had no idea how you ended up in this position, the band in your belly starting to wind tighter every time his heavy balls tapped your clit. 

“You know how many times I wanted to stuff my tie in your mouth and fuck you till you couldn’t speak, rail you on my cock until you wouldn’t be able to formulate words, just give me a warm, wet place for me to cum in” 

Bucky grinned at the way you squeezed his cock, your pretty little mewls filling the air as he fucked you harder, bringing his knee up to pound into you deeper. 

“You’d like that huh cupcake, you want daddy to stuff his tie in your mouth and take you across his thigh? Can feel you choking my cock baby, I know you want that, you want daddy’s cock in your mouth so bad, something to keep your pretty mouth shut” 

“Who said I’d call you daddy” You shot him a glare, ignoring the way your stomach flipped at the name, struggling to keep yourself from moaning. Bucky smirked, his hand snaking around to rub your clit, angling his hips to stroke your sweet spot making you cry out. “FUCK-

“Crying for my cock, huh? Whose cock are you crying and making a mess all over” He growled, fucking you harder making you see stars. “Tell me, whys your little clit throbbing on my fingers, why are you choking my dick huh? Fucking naked in my bed, all tied up like a needy whore, I’m you’re fucking daddy, say it!

“DADDY” You could even stop yourself, giving into the pleasure he pulled from your body, his mouth unrelenting. 

“Daddy found your spot, huh?”

“Spank that cute little ass till its sore and you can’t walk? Then have daddy take care of you after?”

“So fuckin’ needy, look at how you’re dripping all over me baby, making a mess on my bed” You could feel his cock grow harder, his grip on your ass bruising as he drilled into you, spurts of precum dripping in you. 

“I know you’re close, cum on my cock princess, be a good little slut and make a mess on daddy’s cock” 

Your body betrayed you, obeying his command instantly, your body sucking his cock in deeper, ready to fall off the edge. 

“I-I’m gonna-DADDY- You screamed into the sheets, your vision going white, the band snapping, deep pleasure shooting through your body as you squirted all over his cock. Bucky couldn't hold it anymore, already struggling to hold off his orgasm with the way you were tied on his bed. 

“That’s it, cream on my dick baby, soaking my balls nice, look at you squirting all over my cock, bet you’d look even prettier bent over our Professors desk, hm? M’gonna fill you up, you’re gonna drip for days, all your little skirts tainted with my cum, get ready for my cum cupcake, open up for me, open up for daddy” 

He roared, spilling into you, giving you a few sloppy thrusts before stilling, his cock throbbing, endless ropes of cum filling you up. He let go of your wrists, letting you fall limp on the bed while he panted, drops of cum still leaking from the tip making a mess on your ass. You felt his tie loosen as you dropped on the bed, his hands rubbing your wrists before leaving the bed to grab you a towel. 

You jolted at the feeling of him wiping your folds, surprised at how gentle he was, running his hands over your bruises before tossing the towel away. 

“This never happens again” You stated, throwing on his shirt as you sauntered back to the office, sitting on the desk, going back to skimming papers. Bucky smirked as he threw on some sweats, his eyes trailing up and down your bare legs, your skin littered in scratches and bruises, hair tousled while you sat in his shirt in his office as if you owned the place. 

“Whatever you say cupcake, wouldn’t have it any other way” 

After that night, you were even more of a brat, finding ways to get on his nerves till he lost his patience, never admitting you did it on purpose to see how far he’d go to tame you. It didn’t mean you hated him any less, but if he was going to satisfy you...

You squeezed your thighs together, gasping when he dragged you by your ankle off his desk, tossing you over his knee while sitting on the chair of his office. You’d ignored all of his calls, finishing the second half of the assignment by yourself; he didn’t seem to care that it was given a perfect grade. 

“I told you to call me” He growled, ripping your skirt up and tearing your panties off, rubbing the supple flesh of your ass “Count”

“Fuck you-AH” His hand spanked your ass, rubbing the sting away, his jaw clenched over your stubbornness. “I didn’t need your help-HNG”

“Count” He spanked you again, groaning at the way your ass bounced, his patience growing thin with the way you tested his patience. 

“One” 

You found yourself spending more time in his office than the school library, more time in his bed than studying books. You ignored every flutter of your heart, convinced it was the stress of school and nothing more. You willed yourself to ignore the way his adorable tongue would poke out of his mouth when he focused or the way his pouty lips would part when he fell asleep with his head tucked in his arms on his desk. 

You hated the way his voice got raspy when he was exhausted or the way he would loosen his tie and roll his sleeves up. 

You ignored the blanket he had placed on top of you when you had fallen asleep once on his couch, it meant nothing. He didn’t care about you that way. 

When he had you bent over in his bed, your hands tied, mouth stuffed with his tie, you shook your head when you felt yourself craving him to make love to you instead-

No. 

No. 

He was your rival. Your partner for a project. When this was all over, things would go back to normal. 

A few weeks later 

“Surprised you didn’t decide to work a head again, aren’t you supposed to be the one whose equal to me?” Bucky cocked an eyebrow, typing out the paper you forgot to finish. 

You stared at the pile of books in front of you, sticky notes poking through every corner; you knew you had to go over the notes again but you didn’t have time. The project would be over soon. You still had to finish you assignment for Stark. When it was over, you’d be done working with Bucky.  You had another project to finish for work. He’d never know how you felt. So much school work. He’d never know you fell in lo-

“What, no smart ass reply” He sassed, his brows furrowing when you still didn’t respond. He looked up, frowning when you didn’t look at him, your eyes vacant turning away from him. “Y/n?” 

You shook your head, fighting back tears, biting you lip to keep it from trembling, losing your composure as you heard him get up, moving over to the couch. 

“Hey, hey look at me” He sat down beside you, his heart dropping at the soft sniffles you struggled to hold in, shying away from him when he moved closer. “Come here” He pulled you into his lap, his hand cupping your cheek, wiping away your tears “What’s wrong?” 

You shook your head, your mind swirling over what you were actually upset about. You wanted to let go of your ego and pride and curl up into his lap and tell him you adored him but you couldn’t. What if he didn’t feel the same way, what if you were just something to warm his bed, what if-

“Y/n?” 

“Nothing” Your voice cracked, your body stiff in his hold, trying to protect yourself even though your heart was screaming to just tell him how you felt. 

“It’s not nothing, something’s been bothering you, I’ve noticed” He waited patiently for you to speak, huffing when you silently toyed with your fingers instead, “Why are you so stubborn” 

“Why are you so persistent” You shot back, finding it easier to argue with him than admit your feelings. Bucky smirked, shaking his head. 

“Is there something you’re not telling me cupcake” Bucky whispered, his lips brushing by your ear, “Only one way to get you to speak” He wrapped your legs around his waist, noting the way you clung onto him like a little koala, not letting go when he set you on his bed. He carefully undressed you, soothing your needy whimpers with his lips brushing across your skin, his cock pressing against your entrance. 

Your thighs wrapped around his waist as he slid inside you, the both of you gasping as he filled you, staying still and keeping you full and withering underneath him. You whined, your ankles digging into his ass hoping he’d move, distract you from the way you felt but he refused. 

“Talk to me” He let his body weight rest on you, his eyes locked with your glassy ones. He’d craved to have you like this for a while; wrapped around his body, feeling all of you. 

“I- You bit your lip, blinking at him, desperately hoping he’d just know without you having to say anything. Your arms clung around his shoulders, your legs squeezing his waist tighter. 

“You what” He whispered, his heart beating faster at the way you clenched, your nails digging into his shoulders “So stubborn baby” He started to rock his hips, the slow gently pace causing more tears to slip down your cheeks. He fucked you soft and slow, everything you had craved for weeks, with gentle kisses in between, his hands coming to lace with yours. 

You whimpered, moaning against his mouth, your cunt fluttering each time he pushed in, your head thrown back at the way he moved deeper each time, the tip of his cock rubbing your g-spot. This was different from every other time, feeling every inch of his body, the both of you pressed against each other. 

“You just needed me to make love to you, huh?” He kissed your neck, while you nodded, squeezing your hands in his, his tongue running across your skin, “Needed me to fuck you slow baby? Make you feel good?” 

“Fuck James” You cried out, letting go of his hands to wrap around him again, pressing kisses all over his cheeks, running your hands through his hair. “Please, please”

“I know sweets, I know” He cooed, soothing you, letting his hands caress your body, “M’right here, gonna be so slow with you till you tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours” 

You didn’t say anything, while his nose bumped against yours, smirking “No one else gets under my skin the way you to my stubborn little baby” 

His?

“Y-yours?” You stuttered out with wide eyes, while he chuckled at your shocked expression. 

“Mine. Mine cupcake, all mine. No one else comes close to you, you’re so fucking brilliant and beautiful” He started to rock his hips faster, the both of you climbing higher and higher together. “You-you challenge me every single day, I wouldn’t-I wouldn’t have come this far if it wasn’t for you”

He wrapped his arms around your body, panting against your neck, moaning, his cock growing harder while you squeezed him, the band ready snap between pleasure and all your emotions. 

“Fuck James I love you” You sobbed, pleasure erupting through your body as your orgasm washed over you, clinging onto him while he fucked you through your high. 

“I-I love you too” He rasped, moaning into your neck as he stilled, his cock throbbing as he came in you, his body jolting in your warm head. “I love you I love you fuck, I love you” He pulled away from your neck, while you shyly bit your lip, pulling him back down into your arms while he laughed, cuddling you close to him. 

“Knew I could fuck it out of you” 

Three years later 

Bucky had his hand around your waist, kissing your cheek while you both moved through the crowd greeting and thanking guests. He grinned as you both approached the last table, his two best men sharing shit eating grins while you rolled your eyes, groaning. 

“Don’t even start” You warned while Sam cackled, shaking his head. 

“I called it” He snorted while Steve nodded, shrugging when you shot them a playful glare. “You were both just to stubborn to see it” 

Bucky couldn’t help but pepper you with kisses, snorting while Sam wolf whistled, suddenly straightening himself up as someone approached you both from behind. 

“Congratulations” Tony grinned, sipping on his drink, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “I’m assuming you worked through your differences?” 

You giggled while Bucky squeezed your waist, unable to take his eyes off you, hardly registering anything else happening around him.

“Thank you for coming Professor Stark” He hugged you tightly, before pausing, leaning close to you. “I’ll let you both in on a secret” Tony smiled smugly, while you cocked your head with an equally confused Bucky. 

“I could have paired you with someone else, Mrs. Barnes” 

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[arclundarchivist]

God I am so engaged with Downfall already.

The differing perspectives the lack of trust and disagreements amongst the Primes, the presence of the Emissary, who either is or very much is not everything he seems.

The Calamity has wore on them, and yet we saw their home, their unity, their origin.

The Everlight held Asmodeus as he burned and you juxtapose that with him killing all who worshipped her.

The harsh hand of the mortal turned god vs the caring nature of the “pityless sun”

Nature on the brink ready to join torment and ruin because the one who could guide her back, the one she loves refused to come. And then her wanting to hate the Matron, mourning the loss of her sibling, similarly morning what Torah used to be,

Torag in all his madness, snipping at the Mateon as well over it. “You should have asked Him.”

The Matron… acting like she is family, more flippant and chatty than we have ever seen, still relatively youthful in her divinity. Some excepting it, others very much not.

A celestial seeking possible power or perhaps compelled or maybe even out of altruism seeking the leaders of Aeor.

And then there is Corellon, just vibing despite it all.

Then you get into their chosen forms and there is so much more to dig into.

Sarenrae and her mortal family, Pelor’s youth vs Asmo’s age, Melora and her cabal of brutal wild folk, The Matron seeking to be raised by her Champion, still alive a century since we last saw him. Torag torturing himself because he went mad from seeing what must be Predathos eating their home and the pain distracts him from it. Fucking Asmo worshipping Pelor. Pelor worshipping Sarenrae!

I want to see where this goes, what new revelations and disagreements are shown. What of the Gods that refused to come, or just aren’t there. How and why did they stay away? Kord is waiting in the wings, but what of Bahamut? The Changebringer? Moradin and Moonweaver? Why did Etharis only send a proxy(If he is indeed, her proxy.) Where are Bane, Tiamat and Zehir? Asmo claimed they too betrayed them, but on the Primes’s side… did they not agree with the plan??

So far, I’m not seeing how Ludinus thought this would compel the party to view all the Gods as evil and releasing Predathos would be a good idea.

They know not all of the gods are good, yet… this shows them not just in a light that could be understandable as refugees clinging to each other in a storm desperate for relief but also that they were called to Exandria by something.

They aren’t invaders or violators, they were invited, and I think we all know by what, and can also remember a very interesting rant by one Zerxus Ilerez.

But then, they get to literally see them being human.

I know things can and will change, this will get more brutal and heartfelt as things go on, and I do worry how the Bells will respond, but… I do not believe that Ludinus’s will get what he wants out of this. Not fully.