#they have SUCH a sensitive nose and often break 10+ in a day so its not unprecedented

[juxtaposedrose]

got over a mild respiratory thing recently (not covid but nothing fun either, lame) and it appears to have made its way to my gf who is experiencing symptoms uh. VERY differently.

so now there is a hot butch having literally 2 minute+ long desperate sneezing fits that echo through the house every half an hour or so and buddy let me tell you i am gods strongest soldier

[that-damn-girl]

(10) Bucky and The Bed

Completed

Chapter 9

Bucky and The Bed Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (cis)fem!reader

Words: 4800+

Summary: You and Bucky are stranded in the middle of a snowy nowhere when there is an ‘electronic blackout’ during your mission. With no back ups or any way to contact your team, you take refuge from the worsening weather in the only cabin you find  in miles. Not to mention, with no power, Bucky has become your personal heater and there’s only one bed.

Chapter type: Fluff. Pure smut. soft!smut. soft!Bucky.

Chapter/Trigger warning: Smut. 18+ only please. Language. Unprotected sex (this is fanfiction. Please be safe in reality). Slight breeding kink if you squint like really really hard.

A/N: This is supposedly the final chapter with the ending I had in mind. The epilogue will be up in a couple of days max. Hope you like it!

"You sure, Bucky?" You asked, fingers scratching the nape of his neck. "We can wait for as long as you need."

Bucky encircled his metal hand around your palm and brought it to his lips, kissing it. "I'm ready Y/N."

You nodded. "If you need to slow down or simply stop at any moment, just say so, alright?"

Bucky smiled. He didn't doubt for a moment that you wouldn't slow down or stop if he asked too. "Of course. You too, Y/N."

Leaning forward, Bucky captured your lips with his. Kissing softly but insistently, he curved his arms around you once again. One hand stroked your back while the other caressed your thighs. He desperately hoped that it wasn't a dream. That this wasn't a figment of his imagination which only felt real. Bucky pulled back but kept your foreheads touching.

"Say it again. Please," 

His eyes were closed. All of his attention was solely focused on his hearing, wishing to only listen to those words in your voice, directed only to him.

"I love you." You pulled back only enough to kiss Bucky on his forehead. 

"Again."

"I love you." You kissed both of his closed eyes one by one. The creases on his forehead were gone. His eyes were still closed, not from anticipation but in comfort.

"Again."

"I love you, James Buchanan Barnes." You pressed kisses all over his cheek unhurriedly. Bucky further relaxed into your touch. His lips slowly widened into a grin as he opened his eyes. You could see his mind registering the words for a second time, confirming that none of it was a measly dream. That all of it was now his reality.

"You do?" He titled his head as he softly asked.

His contagious enthusiasm took you in its hold too, you face breaking into a grin as wide as his. "Mhmm. A lot."

Bucky touched your noses and sighed in content, "I love you too, Y/N."

Your heart gave a flutter. You were sure no matter how much time passed, you would always have the same reaction to him saying those words to you. You didn't get much time to dwell on that thought though. Drawing your lips in a luscious kiss, Bucky tightened his arms around you, securing you in his hold.

A tentative lick on your bottom lip and you opened your mouth. The strong wet muscle of his tongue played with yours. Sliding over, stroking, circling the tip of your tongue, tempting it to dance to the song of love and pleasure with him. His metal hand kneaded the cheek of your butt, guiding the salacious grind of your hips on his. 

Keeping you tight and close to himself, he slowly lowered you on your back, adjusting until a pillow was secured under your head. Your body was trapped in between his broad form and the bed. There was no place else you'd rather be. One of his muscular arms was balancing his body mass beside your head; he was careful not to put all of his weight on you. You loved feeling him on top of you, craved feeling his body covering yours, shielding it from everything and everyone except himself.

The warm amber from the fireplace casted a honey-suckle glow in the atmosphere, covering everything it touched in its golden glaze. The conflagrant flames shimmied inside the brick structure with the same tranquility which had settled over the pair of souls lost in each other's love. Unforgiving, biting cold winds roared outside the huge windows, whizzing past the cabin and leaving rattling sounds in the background in its wake. But it couldn't penetrate the bubble the lovers had wrapped themselves in. As far as they were concerned, it was only them, their hands, their kisses, their love, the bed and the warmth surrounding them that mattered.

It felt nothing short of lovely, his hands gliding up and down your sides as he kissed you lovingly. Your arms were curled around his shoulders, keeping the sweet super soldier close to you. Every time your fingers scratched the short hair at the nape of his neck, the burly man would almost purr in your mouth in ecstasy. His love and warmth seeped deep into your bones, warming you up from the inside.

One of his hands caught the hem of your thick sweater, lazily pulling it up and off your body. You helped him get rid of his layers too, mentally drooling as his sexy body was revealed to you bit by bit. 

As Bucky made to push the oversized undershirt off you, the last of the clothing which hid your top half from his gaze, he slid down your body until his face rested on the round of your stomach. His lips pressed long warm kisses on every inch of your unveiled skin as he pushed the flimsy material up your body with a slow drag of his hands.

His eyes connected with yours confidently as kissed your middle and proceeded upwards. Your eyes followed his movements with a heated gaze, your chest rising and falling with the deep breaths you had to intake so as to not lose yourself completely into temptation. 

After a few long moments he finally reached your breasts, his hands pushing the cloth over the sexy swell of them. His lips pressed similar long kisses all over them, purposefully avoiding giving attention to the one specific place you needed it the most. There was a teasing glint in his eyes. He sucked the delicate skin as his lips roamed over it, but never once did he pay any heed to your hardened peaks.

His kisses trailed to the valley of your breasts and soon his face was burried in between them. He kissed your sternum before resting his head sideways on your swells. His large palms cupped your breasts, gently fondling and squeezing them. He loved the softness and the weight of your breasts in his palms. He started kissing around your cleavage, his lips still teasing in their stride. 

Clutching his hair you tugged at it, trying to direct his head towards your peaks. With a low moan lost on your skin, Bucky finally took a nipple in the moist heat of his mouth. Ecstasy filled your veins when his tongue made contact with it, the cool wetness of his tongue soothing the painfully hard nipple. 

His tongue went round and round around the bud, coating it in its wetness. Bucky lightly sucked on it, making you arch your back to push yourself further into his mouth. The tip of his tongue played skillfully with it. He loved your taste on his tongue. The other half of your body wasn't forgotten. Bucky gently rolled your other peak with his fingers, tenderly pressing it only enough to make you feel good. You shut your eyes tight at the feel, basking in the pleasure his simple touches sent through you.

Not much later, the undershirt was soon lifted off your form. Bucky and you proceeded to get you out of your respective sweats. It only resulted in a huge mess of entangled blankets and legs and bottoms which refused to let go of your ankles. Chuckles fleeted in the quiet room as you and Bucky overcame the few seconds of inconvenience. Bucky didn’t waste anymore time and picked up right where he had left off.

Trailing slow, affectionate kisses from your chest to your abdomen, Bucky gave a quick peck to your tummy and settled himself in between your legs. He couldn't not rain down small kisses on the insides of your thighs as he hooked your legs on his shoulders, all the while keeping a sensuous eye contact with you. 

His broad tongue lapped a long trail from your slit to your clit until it caught your bundle of nerves. His tongue rolled around the sensitive pearl, sending blazing sensations down your nerves.

The taste of your arousal was something forever delicious to Bucky. He couldn't get enough of it. His tongue toyed with your clit while his fingers collected some of your slick and gathered in front of your entrance. The rough pad of his finger massaged your entrance in short strokes but never entered you.

It took you a while to realize that Bucky loved teasing. He loved watching you keening for his touch, hearing your whimpers, knowing that you needed him to satiate your desires, to exploit you the way you needed to be. You didn't know if that turned you on more or frustrated you.

He sucked on your clit, but still didn't relent, his fingers still teasing your entrance. You needed him inside you. Bucky knew that too, but he wanted to tease you some more.

"Bucky…" you mewled, tugging at his hair to signal that you needed him to move. That seemed to do the trick, because with a hearty groan Bucky plunged one finger inside your core. Perhaps tugging at his hair was his weak point, you concluded from then and previous experiences.

Bucky was careful to start slow, wanting to make you wet enough to enjoy it. His finger pummeled into you leisurely, giving your insides a taste of what was to come. Not sooner than later he carefully inserted a second digit when he thought you were wet enough.

You keened at the stretch, liking how his large fingers filled you. His pace increased as he continued to bring pleasure to you. His warm tongue pressed against your clit, swirling it this way and that. He paused every so often to lap your arousal from your drenched pussy greedily.

Bucky loved the moans that fell out of your mouth. It boosted his ego to know that he was the one to make you mewl needily. They were a melody to his ears in the truest fashion. The thought of drawing out those moans from you when he would impale you on his cock sent a rush of blood to his hardening member constrained painfully in his pants.

Hungry to taste more, feel more, Bucky doubled his efforts. His fingers inside you curled in the angle that he knew would make you see stars. His tongue, strong and wet, worked your bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pressure and pace you needed to come undone. He moaned along with you, his vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you.

Your back arched off the bed, your moans growing in volume. Fingers grasped his hair tightly as you pushed his head closer to you, grinding your core against his face shamelessly. Your release was near and you were eager to claim it. 

With eyes tightly shut and a lewd groan of his name, you were finally pushed over the edge. Your orgasm came crashing down, rolling through you in waves. Your legs on Bucky's shoulder tightened, heels digging into his back and thighs nearly clenching his head. Bucky wouldn't have had it any other way. He didn't stop, letting the sensations he gave you prolong your pleasure as much as he could. 

When the waves rolling through you seemed to subside, Bucky let go of your legs and sat back on his knees, smiling gleefully. Your wetness shone on his lips and around his mouth, but he didn't give a damn. He climbed on the bed and over your form, admiring the blissed out expression on your face.

You opened your eyes when his fingers tucked the stray strands of hair behind your ear. "It was lovely, Bucky," you said breathlessly.

He licked his lips, his smile widening, "I'm glad you enjoyed it, doll."

Pushing his chest you rolled him over, making him lay on his back. You said with a smirk. "It's your turn to have some fun." 

With a quick peck to his lips, you slid down the bed and between his spread legs. Your palms rubbed his thighs as you balanced yourself on your knees.

Bucky groaned with need when you pulled down his pants and his cock bobbed in front of your face. It was thick and heavy and leaked a few drops of precum. 

You licked your lips at the sight, thirsty only for him. A sharp breath left him when you took his thick base in your hand. Adding a little wetness to your palms, you stroked him slowly at first. It was enough to itch the desire, but not enough to satisfy. It was evident on his face.

You wanted to tease him as he had teased you. You kept the pace slow with both your hands stimulating him, adding a bit more wetness every now and then. Bits of his precum dribbled down his head and fell on your fingers that were curled around him. Oh, he was excited alright.

Raising on your knees, you didn't give him the time to anticipate your move when you pressed a long wet kiss to the little slit on his head. His hand shot forward to your head instinctively, grasping your hair tightly. He applied the littlest amount of pressure, but you relented, the need to taste him far greater than watching him suffer a little longer.

Bucky let out a loud moan as the heat of your mouth enveloped his painfully hard length. Your tongue came to his aid, soothing the pain away as you licked him. He didn't know whether to push your head or pull it when your tongue swirled around his sensitive head, paying special attention to his slit. You liked feeling him withering as you rained down overwhelming sensations on his bulbous head. 

"Y/N, fuck-" Bucky groaned, his eyes shutting tight in bliss. You inwardly grinned. 

Leaving his head for the moment, you let his cock out of your mouth with a pop. Your tongue traced the veins protruding on his length, tilting your head this way and that to get all the angles. Bucky sighed in ecstasy. 

Few moments later you took him back inside your mouth, bobbing your head up and down his cock. You took him as far as you could, your palm stroking the rest of him. His cock was heavy on your tongue and you absolutely loved it.

You hollowed in your cheeks soon. Judging by the breathy moan that left Bucky, he enjoyed it a lot. You flicked your wrist as you stroked him, gripping his length a tad more tightly.

His cock hit the back of your throat every now and then as you tried to take him deeper than the last time, small gagging noises escaping your throat. You moaned when his hold tightened on your hair. The vibrations sent Bucky afloat. You fondled his balls with your hand, rolling them in your palm and tugging them slightly. He moaned deliciously. 

Bucky wondered that if the heat of your mouth felt so wonderful, how good would the heat of your pussy feel wrapped around his cock? He couldn't help but groan at the imagination, his member growing somewhat harder inside your mouth. 

Your ministrations brought him to the brink of an orgasm. It wasn't long before he was tipped over the edge with the sinful play of your hands and mouth. He tried to warn you that he was about to cum. You took him out of your mouth but kept his head inside, your lips sealing around it. He groaned hoarsely as he released on your tongue, his bittersweet taste filling overtaking your tastebuds.

When his orgasm had passed, you gently let him go. Climbing the bed, you laid beside him.  Turning his head, he panted heavily as he said, "That was - breathtaking, doll,"

You grinned at the appreciation, your hands automatically finding their place in the crook of his neck, "And you were delicious." You made a show of licking your lips with hooded eyes.

Chuckling, Bucky rolled over you, instantly taking your lips in a heated kiss. He didn't need to ask for permission this time as your tongue chased his instead and played with it. It was an enticing mess of dancing lips and clashing teeth and playful tongues. Bucky's length hadn't gone completely soft yet, laying half hard against your thigh. Though it didn't take long before he was fully hard again. 

When you broke away, you found his ocean grey eyes looking into you. "Are you ready?" He asked.

You couldn't do anything else but nod. "I am, Bucky. Are you?" You asked without any hint of judgement in your voice. Your hand stroked his cheek, "We can stop anytime you want. Anytime. I stand by it. I won't be mad at all, I promise. We have all the time in the world for you to be comfortable, Bucky."

Bucky's heart thumped hard in the confines of his ribcage at the thought of what was to come. It made him equal parts nervous and excited. He was ready, he didn't doubt that. But that didn't mean it wasn't an important step in your relationship. It had also been so long for him, he worried about not disappointing you. 

He tried not to think anymore and only concentrate on the moment he was in. It was only him and you on the bed, in the same place he and you had confessed to each other, about to make love for the first time. It made him completely vulnerable in a wholly different manner, but he trusted you and you trusted him. You loved him and he loved you. It was all that mattered.

Bucky nodded, giving you a sweet kiss. "I'm ready." 

Gripping his base, Bucky stroked his cock a handful of times before lining it up with your center. He rubbed his cock through your folds, collecting your slick and coating himself in it. Foreheads touching, Bucky breathed hard in anticipation before taking the final step.

With a shuddering breath, he directed himself inside you. The blunt head of his cock entered you slowly. Hands tightening around his shoulders, you burried your head in the crook of his neck with a gasp, your eyes shut tight.

"Are you okay?" Bucky asked, worried about your reaction.

Despite the nakedness and your past actions, your cheeks flushed for a different reason. "It's been a while for me too, Bucky. I just wasn't expecting you to be...so thick. But I'm good, I promise. Please, please continue."

Oh lord, was he thick in the truest sense. You had known he was girthy, but you never thought he'd stretch you so good and make you feel so full, that too only with his head. You keened thinking about what all of him would feel inside you. You unknowingly clenched around him.

Bucky buried his head in your neck too, your tightness overwhelming him. Hot puffs of air hit your ear. His hands stayed by your head. One of his palms tenderly stroked your hair in a comforting manner, in a way calming himself too.

Inch by inch he gradually worked himself in. "Fuck- feels so good," He let out a broken moan as your heat enveloped him, involuntarily clenching him from time to time. Being inside you felt heavenly. 

Gradually Bucky was seated fully inside you, your pussy engulfing his cock wholly. "Ah, Bucky, fuck," The feel of his thick cock stretching your walls and filling you to the hilt was glorious.

"Relax baby," Bucky soothingly whispered in your ear. He slowly rolled his hips to get you accustomed to his girth. Listening to his advice, you took in deep breaths to calm yourself mentally. Automatically your body followed suit, your walls relaxing around him. Bucky was thankful for it, or else he knew he would have come much sooner than he initially thought he would.

"Move, Bucky," you pleaded. 

Bucky drew back, slowly entering your again and then repeating. The pace was set slow as he simply enjoyed the feeling of you surrounding him.

Soft moans and whimpers left you and him in the quiet of the cabin. It felt nothing short of amazing, the drag of his hard cock against your sensitive spots. The throbbing of the veins on his cock could be felt against your walls, the combination of it all sending your senses dancing.

It was lovely to say the least, his body covering yours, his bare skin brushing against your own as he rocked into you leisurely. He laid in between your spread legs, balanced on his forearms by your head. A part of his body was leaning on you, his weight on your form grounding you to him. 

Bucky pressed a long, loving kiss to your forehead. The moment was nothing short of magical to say the least. He was the closest he could get to you, both mentally and physically. Your bodies were conjoined as he made sweet love to you. 

With the eager desperation satiated with your first orgasms, reaching the end was lost in the back of your minds. You and Bucky only wanted to focus on the journey instead, simply feeling each other and the love you shared. 

He was in love with the entirety of your existence.

He rocked into you with the same leisurely pace as before, relishing in the feels as he felt one and the same with you. His lips littered kisses down your face, starting with your closed eyelids, down your cheeks and to your lips. 

The kiss was slow and soft, filled to the brim with love and affection. Bucky smiled into the kiss, his heart immensely happy to be totally and completely free and open with you. He didn't need to downplay or hide his true feelings any longer. He could kiss your pretty lips when he wanted, he could love you when he wanted, shower you with affection when he wanted. Along with all that, he would also receive your love without any limitations. What was not to love about this change in your relationship?

You smiled along with him, loving that softness he treated you with. You knew he could be rough when you needed him to be, and it was the best part, that you and him could adjust somewhat easily to each other's needs as and when required. 

His plump lips kissed you just like his thrusts, slow but immensely passionate. It was sensual and sensational. You knew you would remember this moment forever. It would be framed in your brain just as it was, beautiful and irreplaceable, being replayed again and again, touching all the soft corners of your heart.

His lips moved down to your neck, littering soft kisses all over your skin. You craned your neck to give him more space. Seeking the sensitive spot below your ear, sucking and nipping at the delicate skin, he left his mark all over you. His lips travelled down to your clavicle, giving it the same affectionate treatment. You moaned at the sensations rolling through you.

While his lips adorned your neck with kisses and hickeys, his hands roamed every nook and cranny of your body lovingly, caressing you. Occasionally, his palms would cup your breasts, fondling the round swells and squeezing them delicately. It felt exquisite. His touch ignited you from the inside, leaving a warmth in its wake, brandishing your skin with his deep love, leaving only his name to be moaned on your lips.

Your fingers were entangled in the mess of short hair at the back of his head, raking through the strands. Bucky purred into your skin, feeling elated. 

His hands sought yours, wanting every inch of his skin to be flush with yours. In the manner of a passionate lover, his fingers intertwined with yours, your hands fitting into each other as if they were meant to be from the beginning. He brought your conjoined hands up, beside your head. A little more of his weight was leaning onto you now, and you loved every second of it. 

Nothing could have been more perfect in that moment. The two of you were drunk on each other. The atmosphere smelled of sex and tasted of adoration. His naked body moved along with yours in harmony brushing every inch of bare skin. A bubble of love and trust, of peace and bliss wrapped the pair of you in it's lush, protective hold. Bucky thrust into you passionately, not just to attain the sweet release of the end but to enjoy the journey along with you, to sear the moment in your memories, to cherish and treasure you as you deserved to be. It was a perfect combination of love and lust.

You didn't know for how long you continued like that. All that mattered was you had enjoyed it with him. 

His thrusts gradually gained some speed. Soon he was pummeling into you harder than before, touching all those spots inside you which made your nerves sing. He didn't go as hard or fast as he could have, but enough to itch the desire within you.

"Just like that, Bucky…" you moaned.

Bucky complied by grinding his hips into yours, his pubic bone providing the perfect stimulation for your bundle of nerves. Moans left him as well when he felt you clenching his cock. It only made him rock into you harder.

"You're - ah - make me gonna cum, doll." He said. He was sure his precum was already leaking inside you.

"Then let go, Bucky. Cum inside me."

You might as well have given him a heart stroke then and there.

With choked moans, Bucky focused on holding out, determined to make you come before him. He increased his efforts until he had brought you to the brink of your orgasm. Your pussy was clenching his cock so tightly, he understood you were close to your edge. He made himself keep going until he tipped you over the edge.

Your orgasm came crashing down on you in powerful waves. Jagged breaths left you along with sinful moans of Bucky's name.

As your walls pulsated around Bucky, he couldn't hold back any longer. With a hoarse cry of your name, Bucky came inside you.

He wasn't yet done with you though. 

One of his hands coursed down your body until he found your clit. He massaged your bundle of nerves to pleasure you while not letting the desire die down. Rolling the pearl between his fingers, he never let his pace falter but only increased it substantially.

His cock was still hard inside you. Not as hard as before, but enough to make it work. Balancing himself on his knees, Bucky wrapped your legs around his waist before pummeling into you with abandon. 

"Bucky, yes!" You moaned, your blood rushing inside your veins with pleasure.

A carnal desire overtook him, invoking a similar response in you. Your hips lifted of their own accord to meet his hips thrust for thrust, the craving for a second release growing inside you too.

He rocked into you much harder and faster than before, so much so that the bed thudded hard against the wall. A distinct thumping sound along with the creaking of the bed could be heard beside your moans - which were already quite loud. You loved the transition Bucky made from soft to rough in the blink of an eye.

You thanked the lord that there were no neighbours around you, or else they would have had a very good idea of how good you and Bucky were doing each other. 

He leaned down to capture your lips in a heated, open mouthed kiss. Your noses bumped into each other as you kissed wetly and noisily. You breathed the same air, the common goal of reaching the end blaring in your minds. Squelching sounds filled the room as Bucky fucked your cum drenched pussy.

All the sensations flowing through your body overwhelmed you. It didn't take long for another orgasm to claim you. This one was much more powerful than the last time. You came with a shuddering breath, your legs shaking from the sheer force of it, pleasure blazing through your veins.

Bucky was not far behind, cuming in short bursts inside the heat of your pussy, his thick cum adding on to the load already inside you. Hoarse moans left him, his eyes contorting in pleasure. 

Panting heavily, his body sagged over yours, but he was careful not to crush you with his weight. He carefully pulled himself out of you. His forehead was leaning against yours. Both your eyes were still shut from bliss and exhaustion. Your hands were resting on his shoulders and around his neck. Giddy, satisfied smiles played on both your lips as you calmed down from the high. 

Bucky would have lazed about for longer if it wasn't for the horrified gasp that left your throat a few moments later. Preparing for the worst, Bucky opened his eyes and followed your gaze to the bedside table. The torch projected a divergent beam of white light on the opposing wall. It meant only one thing.

FRIDAY had solved the blackout problem!

If that was true, then-

Shit!

Bucky scrambled for the comms kept beside the torch in a hurry. Handing you one of them, Bucky quickly put the other in his ear and rushed breathlessly, "This is Sergeant Barnes. Does anyone copy?"

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{Extra scenes #1 (right after ch. 10) ~ just for fun which I hadn’t intended on adding. You can skip to the epilogue and come back to it later if you wish}

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Merman Jotaro x Fem!Reader NSFW Part 1

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Honestly. I dream about this often. 9/10 times it’s hot. 1/10 times it’s really hot. It’s not gender neutral, I guess, but it’s not a fem!reader. The reader just happens to have a vagina and tits. I could do a reader-with-a-dick version of this, if you want. This one is very long. Couldn’t stop writing! I am the biggest Jotaro simp and I am not afraid to admit it.

Heads up, Jotaro is referred to it as ‘they’ for most of this, only because the reader doesn’t really know what he’s packing on first glance. Anyway, I hope this is in character because Jotaro is one I haven’t quite nailed yet.

For as long as you can remember the ocean would call to you. After a lot of resource managing and hard work, you finally had enough money to get a boat and a small cabin by the beach, free to escape to the vast blue as much as you liked. Which is exactly what you did today. Someone was a little less than happy to see you in his territory.

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WARNINGS: Dubious consent (dub con), size difference, fingering, cunnilingus, nipple play (sucking specifically), uh... tentacle dick? Kinda, two dicks, breeding, mention of kidnapping at the end.

Word count: 2506

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     The smell of the salty air tickled your nose as the mist of small waves splashed your face. You breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against the railing and staring out at the land. You could just barely see the sand and your little cabin. The rest was blue. A deep, calming blue. The stars reflected on the surface, twinkling pleasantly. Maybe you should go out a little bit further?

   Maybe tomorrow, you were tired from preparing your boat all day. The sun was just starting to set when you finally got on the water. You deserved a break.

   You sat down on a small fold-out chair you grabbed yesterday. It was comfier than you thought it would be and you sank into it happily, curling yourself into it as you stared up at the stars. A long sigh left your lips. Today was a good day.

   A loud splash to your left startled you, making you sit up quickly and run to the source of the sound. All you saw were the ripples it left behind. Whatever it was, it was big. Then another large splash, this time it was accompanied by a thunk on the metal. The boat rocked from the impact, instinctively, you reached for the railing, holding on so you don’t fall over.

   A third splash comes from behind you. You turn around quickly, catching the glimpse of a tail, pure black and big. It banged the side of the boat again, throwing you off balance. You stumbled backwards into the chair, knocking both it and yourself over. The knocking suddenly stops along with the rocking. Silence never felt more terrifying. You sat, frozen by fear.

   Then the bow started to dip and creak. You scrambled backwards hoping to keep out of the water as long as possible. A large, black, clawed hand gripped the front of the boat, then another. Whatever it was, it was trying to pull itself up. Slowly, you were able to see its face the closer it got to you. 

   Sharp, angular features with piercing blue eyes and full lips. Short, black hair messily stuck to their face. They crawled towards you, eyes narrowing with focus the more they tried to fit themselves onto the boat but their weight kept tipping it. You were holding onto whatever would keep you up, unfortunately, nothing was helping and you slowly began sinking towards your pursuer. 

   You tried to scramble your way up to no avail. The closer you got, the less they moved, waiting for you to come to them. They reached out with one of their massive hands, grabbing your ankle then pulling you towards them. What happened next was a blur.

   Arms wrapped around your torso, holding you close to keep you from struggling. Whoever was holding you was massive, significantly stronger than you, easily trapping you and pulling you into the frigid waters. The salty sea stung your eyes as it whipped around you. Then, just as you were about to blackout, you were pulled to the surface again, gasping for breath. 

   You pushed against what you assumed was a rock sticking out of the water because of the sting against your back. Your arms were pinned down as your attacker shifted himself so your legs were under them. They were cold and wet; slimy. As your eyes gradually focused, you saw fully who this thing was. 

   Glaring down at you was some kind of half-man, half orca or shark mix. Their arms up until the elbow were black, then faded to a light flesh tone. You couldn’t quite see the rest of their body, but you imagined the rest was similar. Light skin transitioning to a pitch black. Bright blue eyes started you down, full of rage and confusion. 

   “What are you doing here?” A low, rumbling voice boomed from them. You struggle to speak, unable to think straight with this whatever it was on top of you. Their eyes narrow at you, threatening you without words. You continue to stutter and attempt to free yourself from their grip which only tightens, claws digging into your skin. They snarl, face getting closer to yours. “What are you doing here.”

   “Ah! I’m just- nnf- I didn’t do anything wrong!” You gritted, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. “I was just trying to relax, I didn’t mean to do anything wrong.” Their lips pulled back, baring their teeth slightly. It was at this point that you noticed that they were... well. Hot. They were hot. “Who are you?”

   They glared at you, deciding whether or not to answer and you felt yourself shrink under their gaze. After a few seconds, they finally did. “My name is Jotaro and you are in my territory.”

   “I didn’t mean to, I swear!” They snarled again. You could feel your heart race. They leaned into your neck, sniffing. You gasped, trying not to move, hoping you wouldn’t upset them more, but the closer they got to your neck, the more (regretfully) aroused you got. You moved your head away, stretching out your neck, shamefully trying to entice them. Meekly, you said: “I didn’t know.”

   They rolled their eyes, tail swishing in frustration. You could feel them moving against you, which only made your situation worse. You moaned quietly at the slight movement on your groin. They stopped, staring at you; perplexed. Embarrassed, you screwed your eyes shut, praying they wouldn’t notice the blush on your face. They moved again, deliberately this time, deeper and more fluid making you bite your lip to stifle another moan.

   Jotaro leaned in, raking their teeth along your sensitive neck taking in how you shivered. You were ashamed, but it’s hard not to react like this when there’s a really hot, strong, slightly intimidating merman on top of you. They released one of your arms, placing it by your shoulder to get more leverage as well as loosening their grip on the other. Their lips came dangerously close to you, breath kissing your skin, then they sat back again. 

   “You have two choices. I rip open your guts and feed you to the sharks, or-” they lean in, lips brushing against your jawline teasingly, “-satisfy me enough and I’ll let you get out of here alive.”

   “What?”

   “I’m not repeating myself. Now, hurry up before I make the decision for you.” You gulped. I mean... it’s not like he’s giving you very many options... you shyly nodded your head. “Say it.”

   “I’ll uh... satisfy you...” your voice trailed off into a question, not sure if that was the right word.

   “I’ll be the judge of that.” They pushed themselves back, looking up and down your body, probably to see if you were built to satisfy them. “You’re lucky I haven’t found a female yet, otherwise there would be two to worry about. The others of my kind aren’t so forgiving.”

   Okay, so they were a he. Good to know. That meant he had the... parts for everything to work, right? Or, at least most of the parts. He makes eye contact one more time before getting to work. Jotaro rips your bottoms off, slightly scratching your thighs, a low, rumbling sound coming from his chest. What little fabric is left is tossed aside and he holds open your legs, inspecting you.

   You stare at him a little dazed. This can’t be happening, right? He drags his teeth along the inside of your thigh while glaring at you from the corner of his eye, the shivers down your spine prove that this is very much real. When he gets close to your sex, it’s very apparent how aroused you were. He can smell it so strongly. A clawed finger cuts open your underwear leaving you completely open to his stare.

   He quizzically pokes at it, pushing your folds apart. Gently, he takes his thumb and rubs your entrance, eyes flicking up to you as you squirm, moaning quietly. His brows furrow together, testing you further by swiping up to your clit, pressing into it then circling. You moan louder this time, bucking your hips up into his finger.

   He quickly gets sick of your squirming, pulling his fingers away and bringing them to his lips, tongue slipping out for a taste. Jotaro stopped, sitting completely still. You shook, hoping he wasn’t offended. He looked at you with a new fire making you gulp down a breath. He slams one arm down across your hips, pinning you down while he brings his face closer to your cunt, licking along your entrance. Your hands fall into his hair, back arching off of the rock as much as it could in your immobile state. He groans at the taste of you, needing more. 

   He leans into you, lapping up your juices vigorously. His lips then wrap around your clit, lightly sucking. Your body tries to move, buck up into him as you mewl, but his arm is too strong. His eyes flick up to you, watching your cheeks get more and more red as he picks up his pace. Suddenly, he pulls back making you gasp. The two of you make eye contact before he crawls up to your face again, cool body rubbing against your unclothed lower half.

   Jotaro crashes his lips into yours. The kiss catches you off guard and you let out a small, muffled sound of shock, but soon melt into him. The taste of you mixed with the saltiness of the sea had your eyes rolling back into your head. Again, just as you were starting to enjoy yourself, he pulls back, moving onto another area of your body. This time it was your breasts.

   He tore a large hole in your top and bra, wide hands roaming over your now exposed chest, pinching where ever he saw necessary. Immediately, he drags his tongue along your soft flesh, flicking over your pert nipple. You gasp and groan, grinding up into him as much as you could under his weight. He pulls away sharply, baring his teeth as he growls at you.

   “Stay still,” he warns, pinching one of your nipples harder than he probably should have. You arch up into his touch, crying out in a mix of pain and pleasure. He twists. Hard. Your hands come to meet his, trying to pry him off, pain now taking the forefront of your feelings. Obediently, he pulls off, leaning into your face, voice low and dangerous. “Stop moving.”

   You meekly nod your head, still holding onto his hand which he then brings up to your face, wrapping your hair around a clawed finger. A sweet, kind change from the aggressiveness before. Jotaro’s eyes wander over your face, taking in your soft features. Once again, he kisses you, gently this time before shifting so he could focus back on your vag with his other hand. 

   His fingers spread your lower lips open again, middle finger pressing into your entrance. He’s careful, doing his best not to scratch you with his sharp nails. He moves his finger up and down before finally pressing into your warmth. You both gasp as your head tosses back. He starts with a slow pace, gently massaging your walls, coaxing more of your juices to seep out of you, squelching whenever he moves back in.

   Gradually he picks up the pace, testing your limits as well as listening to the sweet sounds that fall from you. He adds a second finger when he thinks you're ready, then three, stretching you open. You were so close, holding onto his hand still, pulling him closer to you as you reached your peak. Unfortunately, you never got there. He pulls his fingers out, licking off any traces of you from his fingers before moving so he was exposed to you.

   Jotaro takes your hand, bringing it to a slit below his waist. Your fingers trace over it lightly next to his, taking into account how he shudders. He leads your fingers, pressing into the top of the slit. Slowly, you watch it grow wide, a small pink nub starting to protrude from it. The more you tease his slit the bigger the nub grows into two full, smooth, tapered cocks. Tentacles? You weren’t quite sure, but they looked... exciting if a little intimidating. 

   You let go of his hand, opting to hold one of his cocks instead. They were slick and warm with a pleasant weight to them. The one you were holding curled around your hand slightly, covering your hand in moisture. You start jerking it with slow, shallow pumps, noticing how his eyes close shut and the slight buck of his hips. You pick up the pace, enjoying how the tip starts drooling what you assume it pre onto your hand. 

   Quickly, your hand is pulled away and he moves to align himself with your entrance. Slowly, he slides into you, groaning as he gets deeper. At first, it was okay, but the more that entered, the more full you felt, his tapered tip reaching into every crevice inside you. His other tenta-dick rested between your cheeks, teasing your back door, but never entering. He growls, picking up the pace slowly so you got used to the new intrusion.

   The feeling was driving you mad, whatever warm liquid was seeping out of him added to the pleasure, gradually building up to a tingly feeling that made you babble like an idiot. Jotaro places one of his arms above your head, pressing into you more while the other hand reaches up to your breast, teasing your nipple again. Instantly, you wrap yourself around him, pulling him closer as he gyrates into what feels like your soul. You cry out his name over and over, head tossing back in ecstasy.

   His breath tickles your ear as the two of you chase your release. He groans into your ear, lips trailing down your neck to your shoulder where he kisses you gently before sinking his sharp teeth into you. You scream as pain and pleasure mix together again. He speeds up, the lip of his slit stimulating your clit more and more. 

   “Ah, ah ~aah! I’m cl-hnn. I’m so close!” He laps up the blood from your shoulder, taking your words to heart, somehow getting deeper into you. A few powerful thrusts into you sent you hurtling over the edge, eyes rolling back while your vision when white and you fell limp in his arms.

   Jotaro soon followed you, the feel of your tightness around him made him plunge deep into you, spilling as much of his seed as possible. A vision of you growing round with his pup dances across his eyelids. He looks down at your face, flushed and relaxed. You were more than satisfying to him. He would never allow anyone else touch you after this.

   The last thing you recall was a warm kiss placed on your temple before being swallowed by the cold water and then black...

[aros001]

Read through light novel vol. 6. Random thoughts.

She hurried along behind the others, but she couldn’t quite get the image of the red-haired spell caster out of her mind.

Maybe I’m just imagining things, but...he looked really familiar.

Let me guess...

[Chapter 3]

Nailed it!

“How many?” Guild Girl asked, her pen scratching on the paper. “Oh, and break them down by quest, please.”

“Thirty-four for the first quest.”

He suddenly fell silent. Guild Girl stopped writing and looked up, and Goblin Slayer added quietly, “and ten or less missing.”

“Missing?”

“We went in, rescued the hostage, and flooded the nest. I confirmed thirty- four bodies. There can’t be more than ten left.”

You can tell this series has done a good job making the goblins feel like a threat that I'm really concerned about any goblins escaping the nest Goblin Slayer flooded. With how quickly they learn and how much he tries to keep them from learning his methods, now I'm going to be worried about some goblins down the line breaking open a dam and flooding a village because of how well it worked against them.

This is a weird thing to focus on but why do goblins get so excited over elf women compared to the women of other species? It just gets brought up a lot through the series when seeing things from the goblins' POV. Is it because of their beauty, their age, some kind of ancient grudge between elves and goblins, or is it just that they smell particularly good? Because back in vol. 1 Goblin Slayer made a point about goblin noses being quite sensitive to the smells of women, children, and elves. Obviously they're cruel and lustful to any women they want to capture but they keep singling out specifically High Elf Archer when she's with human women. Closest I've seen to an answer is in this volume, with the goblins knowing that elf meat apparently keeps for longer.

“All right,” he said. Then the helmet turned toward the boy. “Let’s go.”

Ugh. Not expecting much from this meal.

The boy nodded grudgingly then heaved himself to his feet and followed after Goblin Slayer.

If the food sucks, I’m knocking over that table.

This kid's starting to piss me off.

“Heh! I know you’re back-row, but there’s no way someone as weepy and blubbering as you could ever get promoted!”

That sent High Elf Archer’s ears straight back, and she began looking for their antagonist. The owner of the voice rose unsteadily from one of the benches.

It was the red-haired boy—dressed in a robe, holding a staff, wearing glasses. That wizard.

Priestess spent only a second with her mouth open in shock, then the corners of her eyes tightened angrily.

“I—I’m not weepy!”

“I dunno ’bout that. I hear all you clerics like a good cry.” He gave a dismissive sniff and didn’t even open his eyes all the way as he looked at Priestess. Maybe he thought all this diligent ridicule made him look cool.

He didn’t seem to realize that it just made him seem like a slimy villain.

“Whenever you’re in trouble, it’s O gods, please, save me! Boo-hoo-hoo!, right?”

...I want to break his nose. Specifically I want Priestess and/or Goblin Slayer to break his nose.

The only spell he could use was Fireball, and he could only use it once per day.

THE MORON ONLY HAD ONE SPELL HE COULD USE AND ONLY ONCE A DAY?! Priestess already had to keep him from using it once against a basic encounter with goblins! What the hell was he planning on doing after that for the rest of the nest?! Just beating them with his staff?! He doesn't seem like the type to see any merit in fighting like a barbarian and certainly not the type to dirty his magic conduit. His sister was apparently top of her class so I'm assuming she actually had at least two or more spells she could use (I don't remember what specially was said she could do back in vol. 1) and Priestess had two Miracles she could use three times a day.

Ron Weasley, year one at Hogwarts, is a better wizard than this kid! Think about that! He actually used his one spell exactly when he needed it and beat a troll!

It was funny all the ways Goblin Slayer found around High Elf Archer's rules, but it's also kind of funny that now he just seems to be ignoring them. He flooded a nest (finally got to use a scroll for the reason he bought it) and set a troll on fire. Though I like what even she pointed out, that he holds back on such methods when the goblins have a hostage. Also I suppose her main problem was using fire, water, and poison to attack from a distance or flush out the goblins and then pick them off methodically, making it feel like less of an adventure. Then again, it's goblins. She already doesn't consider that an adventure. The goal is less exploration and more pest control.

Aw, Sword Maiden and Noble Fencer are friends. That's sweet.

Just like with how Goblin Slayer's equipment and methods relate to goblins, I love just reading about Dwarf Shaman talk about magic and the basic principles of it, as well as Lizard Priest talking about his culture. It's just little details I like getting wrapped up in. It's very simple yet believable logic how Wizard Boy's eyes were opened to him actually having four spells instead of just one; breaking down something complicated into its smaller parts.

Again, so glad Spearman isn't a Motoyasu. I'm actively glad Goblin Slayer has someone like him and Heavy Warrior in his life. Also, this is funny only just because it's in comparison to the last few light novel series I've read prior to this, but:

Overlord: Protagonist is a skeleton. Can't drink.

Konosuba: Protagonist can drink but it's his useless companion whom usually gets drunk

Rising of the Shield Hero: Protagonist physically can't get drunk. Immunity to toxins too high.

Goblin Slayer: Protagonist drank, got drunk, puked in an alley, went out drinking with friends on another day, had a hangover the next morning, still went out to kill goblins. I really hope he got his helmet open before he threw up because it's already got to smell not pleasant and you know he wouldn't be removing his helmet on the walk home.

I like that you can kind of tell Goblin Slayer is reapplying Burgler's teachings to Priestess (minus the parts where he'd throw stuff at her). At the big moments he doesn't tell her she can or can't do something, rather he asks if she can or listens to the plan she's come up with. As Burgler taught him, once you decide to do something and act on it, you've already won. His words about power not mattering if you can't even do that much feel like they can apply even more to Priestess, as she has next to no offensive abilities and thus gaining power that'd be useful in killing goblins is even less of an option for her than it was for Goblin Slayer.

Despite all my prior words, I didn't hate Wizard Boy. It's just that undeserved arrogance is one of the quickest ways to get me to be against a character, especially when they're loud about how much better they think they are and their ego actively causes problems for others (Ben 10 in his later series is the most immediate example for me). There are plenty of arrogant and egotistical characters in fiction that I really love, like Lex Luthor or Mandy from The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy, but usually they can back up their arrogance and they're more "speak softly and carry a big stick". They don't need to boast about how good they are, they just let their actions speak for them. Wizard Boy, I get it, he's going through a character arc and he does grow somewhat during this book. It's just that his sense of superiority despite being in WAY over his head and his disrespect even after he learns his lesson makes it a little hard to be on his side. Hopefully his new adventuring partner can help straighten him out a bit more, and of course I love all the ways his presence caused Goblin Slayer to reflect and evaluate himself, given what they have in common.

This is probably me just looking too deep into things again, but I'm curious what was bigger source of guilt for Goblin Slayer in this book: that he couldn't save Wizard Boy's sister, thus reminding him of his own and making him feel like nothing's changed since he started killing goblins, or that he was the one who killed her? Obviously I think the former is more likely, given the themes and parallels in this book, but it's shown often that despite how he talks, looks, and carries himself, Goblin Slayer isn't some cold-hearted, unfeeling monster. He does care about people and even though it was a mercy kill Wizard begged for I can see him having some heavy feelings weighing on him after killing someone innocent, especially with Wizard Boy's presence forcing him to confront that reality again.

Original Reddit post: https://www.reddit.com/r/GoblinSlayer/comments/fxut3s/read_through_light_novel_vol_6_random_thoughts/

[morelikesin]

Kinktober

Day 10: Overstimulation

Overstimulation is absolutely one of my favourite kinks 💦

Below the cut is an absolutely self-indulgent, filthy, short fic about a polyamorous Bloodhound-Octane-Caustic-Mirage getting it on. That's all I have to say for myself 😌✨

Fic under cut!

"W-What would you call that, anyway?" Elliott swirled the red wine glass in his hand, laughing a bit as he thought about the question. "Ménage à trois is three, four is..?"

Offering help, as he knew bits and pieces of French from talking with multilingual colleagues (not to mention Wattson inadvertently teaching him a thing or two), Dr. Nox spoke, "Quatre."

Elliott had been drinking when the scientist gave him his answer - swallowing and making a small "Ah" in response. "Yeah! Mirage à quatre, then."

Octavio, of course, laughed at the proposition - leaning back into his couch and giving a cocky smile. Before he could entertain the joke, Blóð remedied the filthy insinuation with a blunt response, "Neither of those are inherently sexual."

"Sí, they're not," Octavio chortled between words, "but we mean it sexually right now, guapo."

The petname made Blóð sigh and sit up a little straighter. They liked it, but it was still a new experience to be referred to in such a way. Evidently, Octavio knew this, and did it more often just to watch the way Blóð reacted.

"You're filthy, Octavio," Alexander hummed before he drank his wine.

"Hey," he gestured to Elliott with a laugh, "He started this! Don't pin this on me, papi chulo."

The scientist suddenly cleared his throat and looked to Octavio with narrowed eyes, "Excuse me?"

Elliott found the nickname both hilarious, and...fitting - laughing and shaking his head. Blóð made no comment, simply blushing at simply overhearing it, but the reaction told Octavio all he needed to know.

"You heard me," Octavio purred. "I can say it again, if you didn't-"

"Don't test your luck, Silva," Alexander scoffed with an amused smile - returning to drinking his wine.

Elliott stood up, having been sitting on the armrest of the couch, to sit beside Octavio - leaning back and resting his right leg on his knee. He handed his glass to Octavio as he got comfortable, then took it back when he was settled. He sipped at it before speaking up.

"Sure you don't want any? Sweeter than you'd think."

Octavio made a "Nah," and scrunched his nose up slightly. "Alcohol's not really my thing."

Elliott gave a nod and continued to drink. Quickly finding that his glass had become empty, he grabbed the bottle from the coffee table and poured himself a generous amount. He offered to refill Alexander's with a shake of the bottle and a raise of his brow - the man proceeding to hold out his glass as he couldn't refuse.

When Blóð was offered the service, they gave a polite "No" and gestured to the fact that they were still working on their first fill. Elliott set the bottle back.

Octavio, in the meantime, had been finding something to put on the TV - eventually selecting something at random. He spoke up with a snort, "With that conversation outta' the way, us watching a movie looks kinda' bad, doesn't it?"

Elliott cracked a smile and snickered into his glass - lightly pushing Octavio's shoulder. "Just put the movie on."

And somehow, not even an hour later, Blóð found themselves pinned between the couch and Octavio and Alexander - Elliott minding his own as he sat beside them and surveyed with an attentive gaze. The wine had been discarded at this point.

Blóð had their head tilted up and slightly to the left - the right side of their neck being kissed hard by Alexander, and their lips being kissed by Octavio as his hands ran up their waist - with all the attention and obvious heat flushing their body complementing the pretty little noises they made.

Elliott's hand finding way to grab and squeeze the hunter's thigh elicited another meek, quick moan from them. Octavio smiled softly and pulled away to give them a breather.

"You're gorgeous - you're aware of that, correct?" Alexander hummed as he held himself above Blóð, face in the crook of their neck and breath hot against their skin.

Blóð could only manage a small nod before another cry was coaxed from their throat when the man returned to placing kisses on the beauty marks that decorated their neck. Octavio helped, in this regard, as he leaned up a bit and pressed his lips against the mole beneath their left eye.

Elliott sat up straight and positioned himself behind Octavio, with one hand on the smaller man's hip while the other reached around to run itself up and down Blóð's thigh once more.

Octavio didn't mind the arrangement at all.

Elliott tilted his head, wearing his signature cocky grin, "You're the cutest thing to do things like this to."

Blóð made a scoff, looking to Elliott with furrowed brows as the other two nay halted their attention - stifling a whine to try and speak, "Fy- Fryrirgef þú-? Nei-"

"De acuerdo," Octavio spoke, his pitch a little deep as he was feeling the moment more and more. "It's true."

"It's not-"

"It is," Alexander hummed again before hesitantly sitting up a bit.

It was a little intimidating, being the one pinned against something with three very enthusiastic men looking down at them in such a situation, but at the same time the feeling sent a warm rush through Blóð. They made a shaky breath, looking to the side as their nerves felt like live wires. The room felt so much hotter than it did an hour ago.

Comforting enough, though, Alexander asked "Do you like this?" in search of confirmation that Blóð wasn't being pushed too far or anything of that sort.

They opened their mouth, quickly closed it, then after thinking for a moment they finally spoke;

"Yes. I'm just- overwhelmed," they admitted, "but I- I like.. this, yes."

Blóð swallowed and looked back to the three men - fluttering their eyes and merely swallowing again after realizing their shyness in this side of intimacy may or may not have given the trio a sense of confidence and, in what made their heart beat a little faster in their chest, want more of this.

Octavio and Alexander gave each other a look before their eyes went back to the hunter - the latter raising their head with his fingers taking their chin - and going back to licking and kissing their neck. The hunter made a shocked breath - failing in their attempts to curb whimpers and cries.

There was a deep warmth building in their lower body - the sensation more intense by the second. Blóð squirmed and unconsciously bucked their hips - and when this was met with both Elliott and Alexander's hands pressing just against the place below their navel, they made a breathless moan and quickly bit their lip in embarrassment of it - the sound still spilling through.

When Elliott leaned forward and quietly spoke into Blóð's ear, words coated in innate desire, "Fuck, baby," it proved their breaking point.

The feeling was sudden, and fervent, as their unexpected climax crashed down hard - the short and overwhelmed cries they made from it being rather breathless and high-pitched. It sounded just different enough from their previous noises that the three men near-immediately picked up on its meaning.

Elliott pulled away first - expression both surprised and absolutely turned on from the rather fast finish on their part - and they hadn't even really been touched. The hand he pressed on Blóð's lower abdomen pulled away, having then encouraged Alexander to do the same and sit up - his expression more tame, and even a little more intrigued, as goes his desire to find the limits of his "subjects" and his naturally investigative nature. Octavio had pulled away last - his hands still on the hunter's waist, albeit his touch being more gentle. He happened to speak up first;

"..Did you just-?"

Blóð quickly looked away again, face red and still in the midst of catching their breath. They gave a slow nod to answer the question.

Octavio bore a small smirk after a moment of letting the response sink in. The knowledge that Blóð was this sensitive was also sinking in - and Gods, Octavio said what everyone was thinking; "That was hot."

"Remarkable, even," the scientist spoke with his tone held in his throat - creating an even deeper tone than his natural self, if a bit more quiet. "I do find myself...curious as to how much of that you can do."

Blóð suddenly fluttered their eyes and looked to the man with a darling, stammered "I- I'm not sure I can- do so more than- once-"

Elliott made another cocky smile, leaning down again with his chest pressed against Octavio's back, "Wanna' test it?"

Blóð swallowed.

There was a long pause between that and their response - but the soft nod of their head, their parted lips, and their flushed face was all the encouragement needed to keep the three men absolutely allured.

It was going to be a long night.

[thewalkingdead-imagines]

TWD - Negan Imagine ~ “Silence the Whisperers”

Imagine for episode 4 of season 10

Summary: After Negan and the reader finally get to enjoy some of his freedom within the community, the night in which he saves Lydia from her attackers and accidentally kills Margo threatens to turn their little idyll into hell on earth.

the last part /all other previous parts (You don’t have to read any previous parts to understand the plot! Hope you all like it and enjoy reading)

Rough fingertips ran along your spine, up and down as you cuddled your head into the soft pillow, hugging it loosely before you glimpsed at the man beside you. He grinned at you, the hazel eyes lightening up in the warm midday sun as he shifted towards you, groaning contently as soon as he moved close enough to cuddle his bare chest against the side of your back. “Those breaks keep gettin’ better”, he mumbled, the mix of a big smile and his signature smirk palpable as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, before nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck, holding you a little tighter than before. You hummed in agreement, smiling to yourself as you leaned closer into his touch. Yeah, those breaks really kept getting better. Couple days had passed since the meet up with Alpha at the border and the waves of walkers had stopped soon after, and you used the breaks with Negan as much as you could since you got them back. It was like a little break from reality, a time bubble only reserved for you and with each and every second in it at your own disposal. Sometimes you ended up just like now, a tangle of limbs underneath the sheets or slumped against each other and panting heavily in the shower. Other times you just laid curled up together on the bed, simply napping together or chatting a little here and there, enjoying the luxury of being able to get sprawled out as much as you liked on that big bed before heading down to cook. It was heavenly, really. “I could just keep on laying’ here all fucking day, just like that”, Negan mumbled, holding you tighter as he nuzzled his nose a little more into your skin, brushing his beard against it until a small laugh left your lips. “Mhmm me too”, you mumbled, smiling softly as he pressed another kiss against your neck, motivating you to slowly turn around to take a look at him and damn, that was one hell of a view. He glanced down at you, that mix of a grin and a smile growing wider, showing his dimples underneath the salt and pepper stubble as some loose black hair strands dropped into his face. “Goddamn addictive”, he chuckled, pulling you a little closer as he leaned down  to press warm kisses onto the sensitive skin underneath your collarbones and up your neck, a wide heartfelt smile taking over the grin as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of your shoulder before a content hum fell from his lips. “Mhmm my big ol’ softie”, you teased as you wrapped your arms around him, burying one hand in his hair to caress your fingers through it as he let out a small groan. “Softie? Try to tell that to your pussy after that fuck”, he chuckled, the tone in his voice playful as he dove back out of the curve of your neck and gave your waist a teasing squeeze, watching you squirm a little as he grinned at you. “Oh you know what I mean”, you laughed softly, stroking your hand through his hair  as you mirrored his grin,”I love that rough and hard as nails badass side just as much.” “Yeah, think I heard that”, he teased, cockily raising his brows as you shoved his chest with a laugh, only to flinch slightly as he reached down your body to tease his fingertips over the small marks he had left on the inside of your thighs. “Fuck, Negan”, you mumbled, eliciting a thick chuckle to fall from his lips as he reached back up, cupping your waist before he leaned down, smoothing his body against yours until he pressed against you and let his head fall into the curve of your neck, just like before. He hummed deeply, enough to let his chest rumble against you as you hugged him back and buried your hand back into hair, running down until your could circle your fingertips over the nape of his neck. You closed your eyes, holding the big man tight as his weight pressed a little in on you and his warm breath ghosted over the side over your neck  before his deep voice sounded a little muffled through to you, “Fuckin’ heaven.” You softly chuckled, holding him a little tighter for a while until a grumble rumbled through your stomach. “Well shit, sounds like someone’s hungry”, he mumbled, a wide grin spreading across his face as he lifted his face up, while a roguish glance filled his eyes as he leaned a little closer in, “Well then lets get ya some of Daddy’s spaghetti.” “Wow”, you chuckled as you gave his shoulder another small shove, only getting him to look more suggestively at you before he let out a deep chuckle and forced himself to sit up. “C’mon, we gotta get up or you can bet that sweet ass of yours that I won’t let you get outta that bed so fast again.”

“Sounds like you’re cumming again”, Negan mumbled just a little while later with a wide grin on his lips as soon as he watched you shoving a fork full of the spaghetti in your mouth, humming in relish as soon as you could taste the delicious tomato sauce spreading through your mouth again. “Mhm it’s so good”, you said, gulping down and licking the sauce off your lips, the wide grin also on your lips as you dug back into the noodles on your plate. “Looks like I gotta cook this more often”, he chuckled, taking another bite as well while you quickly and heavily nodded “Oh definitely”, you chuckled, watching the enjoyment on Negan’s face grow only more before it fell and filled up with a little tension as soon as he looked outside the large windows. “Ah those assholes better piss off”, he growled, his eyes still focusing outside, enough to make you turn a little to get a look at who was wandering around outside, just before you caught Margo walking along with Gage and Alfred down the street, chatting up a storm with still the same grumpy look on her face. “Oh Margo...that bitch”, it slipped out of your lips, remembering the last council meeting with her little drama more than you liked while Negan let out a small groan. “Mhmm and her little asshamsters”, he said, sighing as he dug his fork back into his spaghetti and peeled his glance away from them for a moment ,”Talked to Lydia, those fuckers keep bothering her, told her to not let ‘em provoke her but I don’t think that will work well.” “Fuck...”, you huffed, glancing from Negan to the three outside that began to vanish behind another house before you softly shrug your shoulders ,”I’d try to talk to them but after that last town meeting I’m sure it would only make it worse if I’m the one to do it...one shit thing that Michonne isn’t here.” “Nah, she doesn’t want anybody to shut them down”, Negan shook his head,”Said it’s her fight...think she just doesn’t want to stir more up, just wants to fit in in the end” “I know...but still, they shouldn’t just get away with it”,you said, already pissed off by the imagination that after trying to stir the whole town up, they put their stupid hate out on someone who was already struggling,”I can still try to bring it up at that weekly council meeting tomorrow, doesn’t have to be a big thing, but if those couple people know then at least it can be handled silently, without big fuss, like she wants.” “Yeah, sounds good”, Negan nodded as you got back into your spaghetti, shoving another fork full into your mouth, letting Negan’s lips quirk a little back up as he raised his voice,”Till then, just keep your eyes open.” You gave him a quick nod back as you glanced down, hoping that they wouldn’t bother Lydia until you could do something against it with others who were in charge, or at least that somebody was around to step in when they even only tried to start something. Still, you dug your fork back into the spaghetti as it got quiet for a moment, unable to resist that delicious red sauce that just tasted too good. You’d done it from time to time too, often to surprise Negan in the cell with it but even though it had been tasty, for some reason it had never been as good as Negan’s. “Fuck”, you heard Negan scoff, directing your eyes back up to him, already expecting that Margo and her minions had reappeared again but instead he nodded to the clock behind you on the wall ,”Time passes too damn quickly in here.” “We still got a bit”,you said, grimacing slightly as you let out a small sigh, knowing that Negan wouldn’t like what would follow,”And we gotta use it because I got a night shift at the infirmary.” “What?”, he asked, puckering his brows as his mien darkened for a moment. “Yeah”, you nodded, sighing once more as you tried to put a little smile on your face to make what you were about to say sound a little better ,”Kinda suppressed it till now...but its only till ten or eleven so I’m gonna slip in back to you as fast as I can afterwards.” “Good”,he said, letting a grin slip back on his lips as he let out a small chuckle and moved his hand to caress it up your thigh,”Well then we really gotta use that time.” ”Yep, definitely”, you chuckled, grinning back at him before you nodded towards your plate and that goddamn addictive sauce, and gave the hand that still rested on your thigh a small, teasing squeeze, “But not before I’ve finished the spaghetti.” The hours after the break were long winded. Here and there patients came in and out of the infirmary, not all too many but by the time night fell over Alexandria you could feel some sleepiness slipping inside you. The sun had vanished behind the horizon for some time now and was replaced by the moon that was already shining brightly at the dark firmament.  Letting a little yawn fall from your lips you sorted some meds and salves you had used for the last patients back into their drawers, just pushing them shut as Siddiq strolled back into the main room, deep circles underneath his eyes and a sleepy look on his face. “Coco hasn’t been sleeping at all last night”, he mumbled as soon as he saw your glance wandering over him, giving you a weak smile before he grabbed another cup and the can on the counter that probably had only some cold coffee left in it from this afternoon. “Don’t you rather wanna take a nap?” you asked, just as he took the can in his hand and let out a small yawn, “All the patients we got right in here right now are cared for anyway. If there’s someone new Dante or I can take care of it, or the next shift.” “No...can’t fall asleep anywa-” He stopped the very next moment, not even finishing his sentence as his eyes fixed onto the window behind the counter, squinting as if he was focusing on something outside before a shocked scream echoed through from outside into the house. A cool shudder run down your back as you already found yourself rushing outside, following Siddiq who was beginning to run into the dark, following the source of the scream that suddenly melted into a loud mess of angry voices. Your feet were meeting the ground in heavy and fast steps while your head desperately tried to grasp a clear thought on what was happening right now that got so many people rilled up. You made your way down the street, finally reaching the clothesline ropes that were still home to several sheets and blankets that covered whatever scene had just happened and made it harder to find your way to the source before you suddenly stood right before it and your heart dropped. In the middle of the people who had already gathered stood Negan, half crouching, half leaning down with his hand protectively placed on the head of a bleeding Lydia who was clinging to his boots, curling around them as if they were her only straw left to hold onto. Gage stood beside him, just picking himself up from the floor, pulled up by Alfred into the crowd, that was only parted at one point and revealed Margo’s slumped figure against the wall, blood dripping down the wall from he spot it met her head.  A nearly silent “no” left your lips in shock as you connected the dots feeling your heart beginning to speed up more whole your eyes jumped in between the people, for a second keeping you glued to the spot before Negan got pulled away from Lydia and snapped you back into a reality that seemed too surreal to begin with. Your feet started walking before you could think further, only catching how Dante leaned down to Lydia as you rushed towards Negan while his eyes first fell on you and seemed to fill with more devastation. “They attacked her”, he mumbled, his voice unsteady as he gulped thickly and grasped your hand with his trembling one, his eyes moving to the lifeless body of Margo for a second as until they jumped back to you ,”I didn’t mean to-” He shook his head, grasping your hand tighter as he shook his head, “Just pulled her away from her.” “I know...it’s okay”, you nodded, trying your best to calm Negan and yourself down, keep your heart from pounding its way out of your chest, and your body from trembling as much as Negan’s hand did. And while your body was already fully up to speed with the situation, your head still had problems realizing this was real and not just another nightmare. Still, slowly, slowly it began to creep into your mind, find its way inside and elicit more stress and terror as you began to get what kind of storm this was going to provoke. Those three assholes attacked an innocent girl, and as much as the fear and panic in you tried to suppress it, a part of you already knew that Negan would be the one to pay the price for saving her just because he’d accidentally killing one of her attackers that had left her bleeding on the ground, one that would have had no problem with killing her in the process of their sick game. “It was Negan, Negan killed her”, Alfred’s voice echoed through the air, loud and aggressive, enough to snap your eyes up and catch the man who was trying to distract from his own deeds and push the attention on Negan, the easiest target for anyone’s wrath in this moment. Anger began to fill you up, fueled by the fear and panic about what this piece of shit was gonna unleash on Negan, and it seemed to take over your face, mix into the despair since Negan gripped your hand tighter and shook his head slightly. “It’s okay”, he said, trying to suppress the tension in his voice in an attempt to calm you before another voice, somewhere from the end of the crown cut through the air again. “You see what he did! Should’ve never let him out” “No, no it’s not”, you mumbled, a lump beginning to form in your throat as you shook your head, glancing at Negan before another shout sounded through the air and felt like another punch in the guts, worse than the others before. “Finally kill him!” “He didn’t do anything wrong! He didn’t do anything wrong”, Lydia screamed, darting your eyes from Negan and the crowd down to the girl who was still wrenching in pain and to Daryl who was crouching down to her in this moment. “Get him out of here”, he called out, waving towards someone behind you while your heart seemed to pound even harder against your chest as you gripped Negan’s hand tighter while Lydia’s voice cut through the air again. “No, he didn’t do anything wrong!” “I know, I know”, you only heard Daryl mumble as he leaned down, stroking his hand over her hair as Roger stepped in front of Negan and got a rope from his belt.  “Hands.” “Are you kidding me?”, you asked, staring unbelievingly at him as he shook his head. “No, absolutely not. Hands”, he demanded again, eliciting a small scoff from Negan as he reluctantly loosened the grip on your hand until he let go and reached his arms forward, allowing the guard to wrap the rope around his wrists.  You still stared at him, still not completely able what kind of nightmare was playing out in front of you before he nodded forwards, “Let’s go.” You moved along with them, stubbornly staying at Negan’s side who let the guards guide him to not cause more drama, though you could tell by the look on his face that they pissed him off regardless. You could still hear the angry voices that called for punishment as you closer to the cell as you stayed unable to form any proper sentences, not sure what to say or do, too overwhelmed by the anger for those assholes and the others who let the actual attackers guide the wrath so easily to Negan and by the fear of what would follow now.  “Get him inside”, Roger commanded Brandon as soon as you reached the stairs that lead to the cells, who quickly moved to Negan and placed his hand on his shoulder, trying to guide him downwards. “Not you”, Roger moved in front of you as soon as you tried to follow them, shaking his head while you puckered your brows. “What-” “You’re not going down there, he’s gonna stay by himself after that.” “After saving Lydia?! He didn’t kill her on purpose.” “Yeah, we’ll see that”, Roger grumbled, a snarky tone in his voice as Negan stopped as soon as he caught the angered expression on his face. “Sweethe-”, he began, taking the first step he’d walked down back up and towards you before Roger shook his head again and snapped towards him. “No”, he growled, raising his hand to push him back that turned the softer look on Negan’s face to calm you into a tense and cold one, nearly threateningly as he stared down at the other man. “You’ll let me talk to my wife”, he snarled, his eyes narrowing more for a moment as Roger gulped, suddenly turning rather rueful as the taller man stared down at him. “Just a moment”, he mumbled while Negan nodded, slowly walking past Roger to get to you. “It’s okay”, he said, clearly forcing his voice to sound calm as you gulped thickly, trying to keep yourself levelheaded and focused on him for that moment ,”It’s gonna be okay. We’ll figure this out, I know we will.” “Distract yourself a little, help Lydia and then you can try again when it’s a little quieter, okay?”, he added as soon as his voice had hushed the first time, glancing you as you slowly yet reluctantly nodded, trying to not make this even harder for him than it already was, though the imagination of him having to be alone in there while the people outside went as far as calling for his death elicited a stinging pain inside you.  “Okay”, you finally mumbled, glancing up at him as he forced a small smile on his lips, “I’ll try later.” “Good”, he mumbled, keeping that tiny smile right there before Roger cleared his throat again, and this time Negan nodded in response and slowly moved downstairs, giving you one last glance before he vanished in the dark. And just like that, you were suddenly alone. “Fuck”, you mumbled, gulping thickly to keep that lump from forming again in your throat as you heard more calls from angry Alexandrians while another part in you was mad at yourself. He shouldn’t have had to calm you down, that should have been your job for him. More thoughts made their way into your head as you finally made your way down the street, pressing in on you and letting you realize with each passing second how urgent and real this whole situation was.  First you weren’t allowed to join Negan in the cell, but what would follow? With people starting a witch hunt on him they’d first take his new gained freedom away, the breaks, the ability to be somewhere else than in this goddamn cell. They’d take everything he’d worked for away again. And that was just the light version. What when they’d try to hurt him, punish him for something others should be punished for? What if someone tried to form these calls for his death into the reality, try to attack him? It wouldn’t be the first time for sure, but you had thought that these days laid far, even years behind you. You were back at point zero, if not deeper, and this whole shit was about to start anew. You throat began to close up as you forced yourself to keep walking, feeling the pressure rising on your chest, as if it would tighten your ribcage to press all air out of your lungs while your heart kept beating and beating faster and fueled the lump in your throat to grow again each time you tried to swallow it down. This was a nightmare, and you knew you wouldn’t wake up from this one.

Only few lights were burning in the infirmary as you reached it, urging yourself to get up the porch and slip into the large main room through the front door.  “Hey”, you mumbled as soon as you caught Dante at the counters, patching Lydia up who sat on the wooded top, wincing as he tried to lift her arm a little.  “Can you help me here real quick?” he asked, though he sent you a surprised glance, a little befuddled that you turned up at the infirmary after all this fuss. Still, you quickly made your way over to them, trying to keep yourself controlled as he motioned for you to hold her arm up, keeping it steady as he took a look at the large, dark becoming bruise on the side of her ribcage that made you nearly gasp as you realized just more what kind of torture those three had put her under before Negan had stepped in. “It’s okay”, Dante mumbled as he moved in to spread a thin sheet of salve over the bruise, something to calm the pain it elicited down before he glanced up at you for a moment, “Can you get some ice out of the cooler for that here?” You nodded, softly letting go of Lydia’s arm to not hurt her more before you moved over to the freezer, peeling a bag with ice cubes out of one of the drawers before closing it back up and reaching for the towels to wrap around the bag only to first be distracted by a group that passed by the window outside. They were far enough for their voices to sound muffled into the infirmary, yet loud enough for you to understand them, even though you wished you hadn’t in the very next moment. “He needs to be put down.” “Well, now the harm’s already done...they should’ve already let him bleed out on the hill, that’s what you get for keeping him alive.” Then their voices blurred into something not understandable, but the words you had figured out sent a new shiver over your whole body and got the tremble back into your hands that tightened around the ice cold bag, trying to keep yourself from shaking harder. They wanted him dead, they wanted your husband dead for something he’d done right. They wanted him dead and weren’t thinking one bit about the people who’d beat down on an innocent girl. They didn’t care for justice or anything just merely related to that, they had just waited for Negan to do something they could take as a new point to punish him for, without a second thought. You couldn’t keep your eyes from becoming misty and your heart beat to speed back up, washing some more panic into you even though you began to force yourself to walk back to Dante and Lydia, trying to overplay the turmoil that was going on in your inside. “There you go”, you mumbled as you reached the bag towards Dante, avoiding to look completely up to not let either of them see the tears that had begun to form in your eyes. “Thanks”, he said, even though he halted for a second and you could tell he had heard the voices as well, just like he had noticed your reaction to it. “I’m sorry, I just-”, you started shakily, feeling as if you had to say something though the growing lump in your throat stopped you as soon as you looked up. “It’s alright”, he nodded, even though that didn’t help much to control the way your body was reacting to the stress it was put under and you hated it. “Sorry...”, you suddenly heard Lydia mumble, snapping your glance to the battered girl as you quickly shook your head. “No, no, don’t be. That’s not on you, that those damn assholes”, you said, trying to sound as firm as you could with your shaky voice, not in any way wanting that another innocent person put the fault on themselves while others were clearly the guilty ones. “I can do this alone, it’s okay”, Dante mumbled as soon as you caught the first tear slipping out of your eyes, no matter how hard you fought against it and glanced back at him, stroking the tear off your face as he nodded outside,”Get some fresh air.” “Really? I can pull myself together”, you mumbled, gulping thickly while a small part in you knew that you had just lied, regardless  of how much you wished that to be the truth right now. “I mean it”, Dante instead said before you slowly nodded, giving in to the fact that you weren’t much of a help this way either. “Okay”, you mumbled, sighing softly before you glanced at Lydia, urging up a small smile, “Get well.” “Thanks”, she softly mumbled, wincing again as Dante started to move the icebag underneath her arm while you slowly made your way outside. It took just moments until you plumped down onto the stairs of the back porch, one spot where the odds of hearing or even meeting other angry Alexandrians was the lowest and as soon as your body smoothed against the wood, the tears began to flow, one by one. “Fuck this..”, it slipped out of your lips as you brushed the tears off your face annoyed by them and annoyed even more so by this whole goddamn situation. This midday you had laid in that big bed with Negan, relishing in that new earned domesticity that was completely normality for anyone else in this community, something they didn’t have to raise their pinky for since they lived here while Negan had to work his ass of for it, and now they were taking everything away again, just like that. They were taking it, and they had the audacity to turn him into the bad guy even though you could bet that Michonne, Carol or Daryl would have done the very same for Lydia. If it would’ve been them, it would be seen as it was, an attack with one accidental death. But of course, with Negan involved, it would be turned upside down. This was complete and utter bullshit, and the realization that you had nearly no power to change it drove you crazy. You fumbled on some loose threats of your pants to focus your blurry glance on at least something as more tears began to fill it back up, just as you heard the creaking of the back door behind you. “Hey you”, you heard Dante say, letting you look up for the moment as he strolled over to you, a glass of water and a small pallet of tablets in his hand. “Just Valerian, to calm a little down”, he said, leaning down to place both things in his hands down beside you before straightening himself back up and resting himself against the railing of the stairs. “Thank you”, you mumbled, slowly moving in to pop one of the glazed tablets out of the package and putting it in your mouth, washing it down with some water in hope that it would calm you a little, or at least a bit of the placebo effect would take care of it. “How’s Lydia?”, you asked, not only to distract yourself from the elephant in the room but also out of genuine interest. “She’ll be okay. Your brother’s with her now”, Dante mumbled, eliciting another odd feeling within you as soon as he mentioned Daryl, though he didn’t leave you much time to think about it as he raised his voice again. “Why aren’t you at the council meeting?” “What?”, you immediately asked, puckering your brows in confusion that soon got replaced by another painful sting as soon as Dante’s cleared his throat slightly and glanced back at you.  “There’s a meeting, right now, they took Gage and Alfred to tell their side of the story...”,he mumbled, stopping for just a moment to let out a small sigh ,”I don’t wanna upset you all over again really, but Aaron said they’ll take a vote and I think you should know.” “What vote”, you asked, and while your heart was pounding against your chest again there was a tiny part of you that already brought up the worst imaginations, and even those got topped as soon as Dante raised his voice again and brought a pain into your body you last had felt on the hill all those years back, holding Negan’s bleeding and nearly dying body in your arms. “If they’ll spare him or...or If they’ll execute him.”

Faint light flickered through the cell, falling right onto the grumpy face of Daryl as he stared to the bars down at Negan on his bed, completely silent even though he could tell a storm was raging in the other man’s head. Negan almost had Daryl where he wanted him to be, admitting that he didn’t want to kill him anymore after saving the girl’s life, after years of probably getting a hard on thinking about murdering him.  Well, that’s how the table turn, just like they had for him this night, going from having some freedom to being cooped up in this fucking cell again, with people calling for his death outside. He couldn’t do much about it in here, he really couldn’t and he hated every second of it, especially since he was sure that his girl would be their target as well and even if she wasn’t, she was suffering enough right now, having to defend him against these assholes after finally thinking this would be over. So now, now that he had the man himself down here by the cell, he had to try something, no matter if it would work or not. “I know this isn’t the right damn moment to ask for something but this ain’t for me”,Negan started, watching as Daryl’s brows twitched in confusion as he glanced up,”Shit that’s for her now that I got ya here.” Suspense fell over Daryl’s face for a moment and Negan could tell that he’d struck a nerve there, but Daryl stayed so that was already a start. “Don’t know whatcha heard, thought or what fuckin’ ever”,Negan started again, running his palm over his stubbly jaw and watching Daryl closely ,”She never betrayed you, not once.” “Why’re ya telling me this”, Daryl grumbled faster than expected back, focusing him there on that bed, but he stayed and that practically meant he had caught him in his net, he wanted to know more. “’Cause I damn well know how important you still are to her, Should’ve seen how excited she was after that little talk of yours after the storm”,Negan mumbled, a small, genuine smile slipping on his lips as the memory of her wide smile and brightened eyes popped back up in his mind,”And crap, I want her to be happy ‘bout that part of her life too. Believe me or fuckin’ not, Daryl.” He stopped for a moment, running his eyes over the other man, waiting for a reaction but instead, that stubborn idiot kept staring down at him but well, at least he stayed. “Just thought you should know that“, Negan added, grumbling for a moment to figure out how else to persuade him from the fact that she hadn’t betrayed his damn ass,“She tried to find a way out, pulled me back when I was about to lose my damn self and do something stupid.“ „She ain’t flawless“, Daryl grumbled, again faster than expected while Negan shook his head, groaning softly and knowing that this for sure was gonna be harder than that little talk about Lydia earlier. “That’s not what I’m saying and you know it. Fuck, everybody makes mistakes, me, her…you“,he mumbled, fixating him with his glance as Daryl chewed on his lip, visibly growing more restless,“just saying she tried to make it right.“ “Y‘know when I threatened you before that big day at the hill…that little speech over the walkie with Michonne?“, Negan started, going in for the next step now that Daryl was showing signs of a reaction, voluntary or not, but hell he was gonna stir something more up at him, even if it was just enough for him to go a little easier on her. “Shit I was pissed, at the whole fucking world, at dead fucking Simon for fucking everything up, and I wasn’t thinking straight“, he continued, rising his voice again as he caught Daryl beginning to shift a little from foot to foot,“Your sis smacked the shit out of me for what I said there, no shit. Said she’d leave me right there and then if I’d do it, cause he’ll I wouldn’t be that guy she knew.“ For a moment, Negan leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, looking straight at Daryl who began to look more interested, even though that sure as hell was hard to tell through that grumpy facade he tried to keep up. “Brought me back to think straight. Called me out on my bullshit and that’s why I made that second call that night, realized I was wrong. That’s why I planned to let my men shoot in the grass in front of you instead on you to get to a damn agreement in the end, that’s why I let Gabe live…but I‘m sure you know of that part already of Gabey boy…had to give her a promise to always try to find a way out.“ He sighed as soon as his voice had hushed, still not getting a word out of the other man, which was one pain in the ass, but at least he could see that flickering in his eyes, the slight tensing of the muscles in his face that gave away that he was thinking about it and that was one hell of a success. “What I wanna say is…”,Negan mumbled, going for one last hit as he shifted a little over his bed,”I know you’re gonna do whatcha wanna do in the end, but don’t punish her for shit she didn’t do. She doesn't deserve that.” A small huff left Daryl’s lips, not as if he wasn’t believing him or thinking he was talking shit there, that was gladly not the case, but rather as if Negan had actually struck something there and it was bothering Daryl more than he liked. “You're gonna get your chance to tell your side”, Daryl finally grumbled, and at this very moment, Negan knew he’d scored a goal. That avoiding of answering to what he’d just said, that try to distract instead and come back to Negan’s trail, paired with the obvious effect his words had on him? Yep, he’d gotten him to think about it, about everything (Y/N) had tried to tell him, about the way he’d treated her especially right after the war and about the way they were behaving around each other now. He had him. Daryl pushed himself away from the bars in the very next moment, shooting him another glance before began to rush up the stairs while Negan fell back against the bed, groaning slightly as his back met the slightly squeaking mattress. “Who's the sucker now?” Your heart pounded up into your throat as you stormed through the dark, your breath so fast it seemed to cut crannies into your windpipe while your steps seemed to become faster with every second as you made your way down the street, right towards the meeting house. Hearing people call for Negan’s death had already been bad enough, but as horrible as this sounded, you knew those calls, you still weren’t used to them and each of them was like a stab in the chest, but you knew them and they had just been calls in the end. But now, now this was going up to the council, now this seemed to form into a decision, into something real, something that could actually form threats into a deed there was something to be actually scared of. They were deciding over your husband’s life, and on top of this, they were consciously keeping you out of this decision and just the thought of it was letting your anger boil up more and more, pairing with the fear and panic into a toxic cocktail. Your whole body was trembling the moment you stormed up the wooden path to the house, your body pumped with adrenaline as you reached the wide doors, you were done talking nice, so fucking done. And that just intensified as you heard Aaron’s voice echoing outside to you. “...A man like that, who's done the things he's done, killed the people's he's killed something inside him is broken. We need to face that fact. I’m a yes.” With that, and a hard push against the doors you swung them open, letting you immediately stand in the doorway while a fury you of an amount so large you had rarely felt in your life spread through your body. “What the hell is happening?”, it rumbled up your throat as you stepped inside the house, moving past the rows of chairs and tables toward the long one they were sitting at. They were staring at you, all together, as if they were seeing a ghost before Aaron cleared his throat and looked at you, a cool glance in his eyes. “We’re doing what has to be done after this incident.” “What has to be done? Are you kidding me?”, you roared, glaring down at him before you got cut off by Gabriel. “(Y/N), you might wanna stay calm for this.” “Stay calm? You’re contemplating to kill my husband after he did the right fucking thing. I’m so goddamn done staying calm, I’m fucking done keeping my cool just so I don’t have to fear that you will take something away from me or Negan”, you growled, the lump growing back in your throat while more and more anger began to boil up within you. “I’m member of this council too and you haven’t even told me to take part in this vote that is so fucking absurd to begin with.” “Because you’re too emotionally close to him to make a fair vote”, Aaron said, so completely serious in what he was saying there that you felt as if you were stuck in one of your horrible and obscure nightmares. “Too close? You have a grudge on him and you still vote. He fucking saved your ass just a week ago and now you vote to kill him, what the fuck, Aaron?!”, you growled, glaring down at him as heavy pants shook through your chest and Aaron said nothing, leaving you to let out more of the anger that desperately wanted to get out. “If anyone else would have done what he did, if it would have been Michonne, or Carol, or whoever else it would have not been questioned, but when Negan saves a girl who’s being beaten by three people and he shoves someone away to get them to stop hurting her he’s the monster who deserves to be killed?” “Just as Aaron said earlier, he is broken. He’s done terrible things and he will continue to do them”, Nora suddenly spoke up, sitting there so awfully calmly next to Aaron, as if they were talking about changing some shifts up and not talking about taking Negan’s life. “Oh shut up, Nora. You don’t know shit about Negan and you don’t know any fucking thing what people have to do outside to survive. You’ve been here since the beginning, you don’t know what you have to do if you don’t wanna die”, you called, beginning to lose some control over yourself but differently to other times, this time you didn’t care, you wren’t gonna let them harm one hair on Negan’s head, “We have all done terrible things too, you’re acting like saints even though you’re not one bit better. We’ve all killed and we’ve all done terrible things, if we go by your logic we all should be locked up and executed. Negan works his ass off to make it right to you people and all you do is punish him for something others should be held accountable for.” Just then you caught the first tear slipping out of your eye, rolling against your trembling lips as you stared down at them, still not believing what you had to fight for here. “I won’t let you hurt him”, you brought out again, gulping thickly as you could feel your whole body shaking, “If you put your hands on him I will raise hell.” “I’m with her on this”, you suddenly heard Siddiq say from the other side of the table, lifting just a tiny weight off your shoulders as your misty glance snapped towards him and Laura, who seemed to form the “no” part of the council on this vote, while Aaron’s side was definitely the “yes” “And killing him now over this undermines the civilization that we have built.” “What about the people who never got to witness that civilization because of him?”, Aaron spat back, turning the rage right back to top level in you. “What about the people that can’t witness anything anymore because of us?!”, you growled, sick of his goddamn attitude as Siddiq’s voice echoed through the room again. "Aaron, what the hell are you even talking about? The Whisperers are attacking us-” “Okay, let's take a break”, Gabriel tried to cut Siddiq off in a desperate attempt to calm the situation that immediately failed just there and then. “No. Let me finish. Look at what's going on at Hilltop. We're taking our eyes off the ball.” “The council wasn't made for this, deciding on a man's life in the dead of night because people are carrying pitchforks and torches”, Gabriel said and before you could react in any way, you heard footsteps coming closer and sounding through the room that made you glance back and let your eyes fall on Daryl who was walking closer up and let an awful, tension filled pressure wash anew through you. “Look, if you can't make a decision, the people out there are gonna make one for you”, he said while you stood like glued to the spot there, already imagining Daryl’s stand in this and it just made your stomach turn again. “Well, what'd Michonne say?”, Gabriel asked while Daryl walked a little closer, his eyes swaying over you for a minute, halting at your tear clouded eyes for a second before they swayed back to Gabriel. “She wants me to be her vote”, he said, an ice cold shudder running over your back as you stared at him, already prepared for the worst ,”Lydia said Negan saved her, so he saved her. I'm a ‘no’.” And just like that he made your jaw nearly drop, surprising you in this moment more than you had expected but you couldn’t even find words for how glad you were for this surprise.  “So we're tied. Gabriel, where do you stand?”, Aaron spoke up again and while part of you already wanted to lash out again and keep this vote from happening at all, the other parts were distracted by Daryl for another moment before you got pushed back into the brutal reality as soon as you heard the priest’s voice again. “I'm gonna take the night to clear my head and consider my vote, and I suggest you all do the same”, he said, and even though you shouldn’t have been surprised to hear something like that coming out of his mouth, it still struck the wrong nerve within you. This vote shouldn’t even be happening, at he had to think a night about it? The answer should be no, nothing but fucking no. “This should be called off”, it finally blustered out of you while Gabriel shook his head softly while the others already began to stand up, letting the panic and the horrible feeling of being helpless rise back up in you. “As I said, we will come back to this in the morning. Refreshed and with a clear head”, he said, and just as you opened your mouth to argue against him he cut you off, “This is not up for discussion. You should go to sleep and do the same.” “How am I supposed to sleep when you wanna kill my husband”, you asked, this time not firm but instead being overruled by your emotions as more tears shot back up in your eyes and turned your voice shaky, all while the others already began to walk past you, ending this meeting against your will. You wanted to say more, stop them from keeping this going, protect Negan like you knew he’d protect you too but instead, they didn’t leave you a choice as they marched outside, leaving you behind, all of them except for Daryl. He looked at you while you were searching for words, hoping you could come up with another idea to turn this whole night into less of a nightmare but you didn’t, you had to watch as they left and vanished outside while the lump in your throat was starting to become bigger, fueling the tears in your eyes to multiply with each second until they dropped down your cheeks.  “Shit...”, it just fell nearly silently from your lips as you brushed the tears off your face, feeling as if the walls were beginning to close in around you urging the feeling into your body that you had to get out of this house now or you’d lose your mind. Shaking you found yourself rushing out of the room, outside until you could breathe the cold night air in and feel it spreading over your face that was still heated from the warm tears and the heat that had been elicited by the overboiling emotions.  You breathed shakily out, feeling how a whimper was trying to press itself out of your lips while the horrible feeling of helplessness washed over you once more, right as you heard Daryl’s footsteps coming up behind you until he stepped into your field of view, looking at you but still not saying a thing. “Thank you”, you finally mumbled, glimpsing at you through the tears in your eyes, “For voting ‘no’” “Didn’t do it for him”, Daryl grumbled, while you slowly nodded, trying to keep the turmoil taking over in you just yet. “I know”,you mumbled, gulping thickly before another shaky breath fell from your lips,”But you judged fair, no matter what you think of him...they didn’t.” And with that and at the thought that you were completely at their fucking mercy at this moment, with no idea how the hell you could protect Negan the tears began roll down your face again. “Shit...I’m sorry”,you mumbled as a small whimper left your lips while you kept trying to brush the tears off your face while you only spiraled deeper into the void of desperation ,”Shouldn’t do this in front of you, I just-” “It’s okay”, he mumbled a little softer than you expected while you kept trying to keep yourself from turning into a sobbing mess, even though finally giving in to your weak growing legs and plummeting down on the upper stair step of the porch, shifting uncomfortably over it as soon as your body brushed against the cold wood. You couldn’t keep it in anymore, no matter how hard you tried.  The first small sob left your lips as you felt the reality of the situation crushing in on you, of the realization what Aaron and half of the council tried to push through there, of the knowledge that letting them hurt Negan wasn’t an option for you but also the fact that you had no idea how you should proceed. What the hell was happening? Why did everything have to turn to shit as soon as you both seemed to finally catch a break? You tried to keep your whimpers quiet as they pushed through your lips, though you couldn’t control the utter panic that was streaming through you and that let your whole body shake vehemently as more tears fell down your face. Old and long suppressed pictures made their way back into your head, of the blood of your family that spread over the floor, soaking the bottoms of the packed sports bags that had stood in the hallway, ready to be grabbed by them but instead of fleeing, they laid beneath a group of walkers, their disgusting groans sounding through your old home as they left nothing of them. They began to pair with the nightmares you’ve had in the past, the nightmares for Negan, the ones left him bloody and lifeless, the ones you couldn’t become reality. “I don’t know what to do anymore”, you whimpered, not even directly talking to Daryl, just unable to keep that thought from slipping out as you sniffed and wept, shaking more and more uncontrollably before you suddenly caught Daryl dropping down beside you. You had expected a lot in these moments, just like you had in the meeting before but you sure as hell hadn’t expected what he was doing right now. He halted for a moment before he moved in, wrapping an arm around you to pull you slowly into a brotherly hug. He held you while more sobs began to break out of you, not even leaving much room for surprise of his gesture as you just let go for a moment. Finally, you didn't hold back anymore and just let the pain find its way out with the tears that kept coming and coming until they finally began to ebb down along with the shakes that rumbled through your body that began to grow too tired and weak for sobs, and slowly turned them back to silent whimpers. It was then that you began to actually realize that Daryl was comforting you, that he was being caring and protective after eight years of constant tension between the both of you, that he was actually being there for you in a situation that revolved around Negan. And while the weight on your shoulders was still heavy, so much that it still seemed to crush you, a tiny bit of the one that had belonged to Daryl all this time got lifted. “Gonna work out”, you heard him grumble, rubbing his hand over your back a little roughly but still in order to calm you further down, while you just stayed huddled to his side for a moment, trying to calm yourself further down until the whimpers were stopping and you were only sniffling slightly anymore. „Thank you“, you quietly mumbled, your voice still shaky as you slowly backed a little away, just enough to glimpse at him,“Didn’t expect that.“ ”It’s okay”, he mumbled as he gulped thickly, staying on his spot next to you and not fleeing in the very next moment like a tiny part of you still feared. „I don’t wanna fight anymore. I don’t want that tension between us“,it broke out of you, quiet but still with enough force behind it to sound through to him, your emotional walls too lowered and exhausted right now to keep you from talking ,“I know that’s not my call to make, I know…and in the end this is all up to you, but can we please bury that hatched?“ A cool shudder ran over your back as soon as your voice hushed and you almost were too afraid to look at him before he slowly began to nod. “Yeah“, he said, taking a load off your mind as a small smile slipped on your lips  and you brushed some more of the tears off your cheeks. ”Great”, you mumbled, not sure what else to say while that odd mix of desperation and fear about Negan’s trail and the relief of this whole situation on the porch bounced through your body. ”Y’know, don't always agree with Gabriel but you should try to sleep a bit...just try”, he mumbled while you slowly nodded, though you definitely had other plans before this could just be considered. ”Yeah, I just have to talk to him before that”, you mumbled, watching as he stayed calm and just gave you another nod before glimpsing back at you. ”Okay...gonna look after Lydia”, he mumbled, giving your shoulder another small pat before he slowly lifted himself up from the stairs and took those few steps down until he stood back in the grass. ”Yeah, do that”, you said, trying to keep that small smile on your lips as he shifted a little from foot to foot before glancing back up at you. ”See ya tomorrow.” ”Yeah, see you”, you nodded, watching as he halted for just another moment before he slowly made his way into the dark, over to the infirmary, leaving you to put your plan into action. Next thing you knew, you were rushing down the street towards the cell, determined to not give in this time and get your time and talk with Negan, even though you knew you wouldn’t be allowed to stay the night. Either way, all you needed was to talk to him, even if it was just for a couple of minutes, and you were not gonna let anybody cross through those plans, not this time. “Roger?”, you asked as you finally made your way around the corner and caught the guard leaning against the wall, watching as his face quickly snapped towards you, the look on his face revealing immediately that he knew why you were back here. “No”, he quickly said before you could just raise your voice, while you let out a small sigh, trying to play it low while you knew that there was no way you were gonna let him fob you off. “I just need ten minutes, please”,you said, walking a little closer while Roger let out an annoyed huff as he puffed his chest a little out though you couldn’t care less right now about his little power game,”I just need to talk to him.” “Give me those ten minutes and I won't bother again”,you began as he first didn’t answer, forcing up a small smile on your lips that let you hope made you look at least a little friendly despite your bloodshot and probably puffy eyes ,”Please Roger.” He glanced at you, biting the inside of his cheek as he pondered for a moment, giving you enough time to try to figure out how else to convince him before he began to slowly nod “Alright, then minutes.” Rarely you’d made your way down the stairs as fast as now, nearly stumbling over your own feet, determined to use every second of those ten minutes until you were finally inside the cell and looked into Negan’s surprised but relieved face as he rushed up from his spot on the bed. “Hey, Sweetheart”, he mumbled, quickly moving over to you as the lock behind you clicked and Roger’s footsteps traveled back upstairs. “Hey, I only have ten minutes”, you said, gulping thickly as Negan got close enough to wrap his arms around you and pull you close, one hand reaching up to move his thumb over your cheekbone, below your reddened eyes that had caught all his attention. “I don’t want you to wreck yourself over this, okay? We’ll figure it out”, he mumbled, leaning in to press a kiss over your lips before he let out a small sigh and preempted you in the next step, though a part of you just wanted to melt into his touch and forget about the world outside. “I heard about that vote shit and the hearing”, he said, pulling you closer as the cool shudder from before washed back over you, reminding you of the time limit with him, reminding you of the whole goddamn meeting. “I won’t let anything happed to you”, you said, sensing your throat tightening again as you shook your head and glanced up at him,“I won’t. They won’t harm a single hair on your head.” “I know”, he nodded, forming up a small smile on his lips as his hand moved to your jaw, caressing it as he caught the way your body still slightly trembled, “But it won't get so far, okay? As I said, we will figure that shit out, we always have and we will now too”, he said, so much more calm than you right now and you weren’t sure if you should find it alarming or if it should relax you as well. “I already talked to them. Had the damn meeting without me and...”, you mumbled as your voice got unsteadier again but you tried to pull yourself together, “When I got in Aaron just talked shit about you and voted yes and I...I went off.” “Now I would have liked to see that”, Negan mumbled, obviously trying to lift your mood with those words and that small grin on your lips but this time, it didn’t work as you still had their voices echoing through your head. “Sorry”, he mumbled, moving his arms to wrap them completely around you and hold you tightly,“Y’know what? Little plan change...I want you to take your mind of this crap for tonight. I will figure something out, promise ” “What?” “I’ll figure something out to turn that shit around. You’ve already done enough and I sure as shit don’t wanna pull you deeper into this bullshit”, he said, glancing down at you as he let out a little sigh. “Don’t come up with this again, you’re not pulling me into anything. You’d protect me too if things were reversed...I’m supposed to be strong for you now. That’s my job and I can’t just leave you to do all alone just because they might get a little angrier at me than they’re already anyway”, you said, watching as Negan gulped thickly and slowly nodded, though you could tell there was more to come. “I know, I know but the night is long after these ten minutes and I don’t want you to worry all those goddamn hours or even cry yourself to sleep because of this shit. You’re already all worked up and I get it, shit if this was you I’d be raging as well, but I know I can find a way out, I’m the one in fucking trail after all, they’re gonna concentrate on me. I’ll manage, your man’s a sly fox when it comes to this”, he said, remaining serious before he let a tiny grin slip on his lips for the last sentence, holding you closer while you had to agree with him, regardless of the fact that you desperately felt the need to do something against this plot against him. “And you’ve already been strong enough for me, now and in the damn past...either way, I sure as hell know that my great ass wife is there to step in for my sorry ass if shit just nearly goes down”, he mumbled, making sure you were looking him straight in the eyes for this while you slowly nodded. ”I just need you to trust me on this, okay? Whatever I might come up with”, he mumbled, still keeping his eyes fixed on your face as you halted for a moment, sighing a little, knowing that his plan was better even though you didn’t like the feeling of being on the ropes, not knowing what would happen in the morning. “Okay”, you finally mumbled, nodding softly, still feeling the restlessness and fear whirling through you before Negan pulled you closer until he could embrace you completely, hold you tight as you leaned your head against his neck and tried to not let the emotions boil back up. “I won’t let them hurt you, not ever”, you mumbled, trying to reassure yourself and Negan at the same time, hugging him closely back while you could feel him nodding softly.  “I know, shit I know”, he mumbled, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple before the time limit slipped back into your head and made you tense up for a moment. “The ten minutes are almost up”, you gulped, feeling how Negan loosened his arms just enough for you to back a little away and glance at him, watch as his eyes wandered slowly over your face. “Yeah...I know but y’know what, as soon as you get out of here you go to the house and curl up in that great ass bed”, he said, still trying to lift your mood while a small grin slipped on his lips ,”And you’ll have some damn dirty dreams.” Looking at him, you couldn’t keep the grin from mirroring on your lips, even if it was just a smaller version it let a satisfied smile spread over Negan’s face. “Now that’s what I wanted to see”, he said, biting his lip as he glanced down on you while a part of you couldn’t believe that he’d actually managed to calm you down in this whole shit show that was happening around you. He pulled you slowly back against his chest, embracing you in one of those big bear hugs that sparked some more warmth within you and let you relax for a moment as you urged yourself to just relish in it before it was gone. Negan hummed deeply as he cradled you, leaning his head against yours while you melted against him, trying to shut down your busy mind to just concentrate on his touches, his warmth and his scent as it lulled you in for a little longer until you heard him mumbling your name. “Yeah?”, you asked back as he shifted his head a bit more against yours. “You’re the love of my damn life, you know that, right?”, he said, sending a warm wave through your body as you slowly leaned back, glancing up at him to give him a soft smile. “You’re mine too”, you mumbled, watching as your smile got mirrored on his lips before the heavy footprint began to make their way down the stairs, pairing the warmth with the same tension from before and the realization that you would actually have to leave him in a couple moments. “Ten minutes are up. Time to say goodbye”, you heard Roger’s voice echo down into the sell, intensifying the tension within you only more as your eyes snapped towards the open door to the stairs. “Shit...”, you mumbled, your voice quiet even though it was filled up with suspense as Negan tugged on your shirt, enough to make you turn back around to him. “It’s gonna be okay”, he said before he leaned in to press a kiss over your lips, trying to calm you a little down that helped only partly this time, still you nodded as soon as he slowly let go and you heard Roger’s footsteps halting before the cell. “Yeah...yeah, it will be”, you said, gulping thickly as he reached up to your face, cupping your jaw to make you look at him for another moment, giving you that look of reassurement before Roger cleared his throat. “As I said, ten minutes are up.” “Yeah, I’m coming”, you said, only briefly turning around to him before facing Negan once more and leaning in to peck his lips one last time. “See ya tomorrow morning, Sweetheart”, Negan mumbled, loosening his arms around you to let you leave, though not without giving your hand a small squeeze and one of his signature grins. “Yeah”, you nodded, squeezing it back before forcing yourself to let go of him once for all, right as Roger opened the cell door and motioned for you to come out to him. You followed the instruction this time, moving outside and hearing in the same moment how the door crashed into the frame again and the key turned in the lock, only leaving you one more moment to glance at Negan as he settled down on the bed and shot you a small supportive smile, before you got urged up the stairs.  Each step felt heavy as you made your way up, and they felt even harder as you eventually made your way down the street that was only enlightened by a coupe of lights. Everything happened the way Negan had said; you slipped back into the house, peeled yourself out of your clothes, curled up underneath the sheets of the bed, right at the spot where you’d laid this midday with Negan and tried your very best to take your mind off this whole thing, for his sake and the hope that you’d have more strength to continue your fight in the morning. Everything happened the way Negan had said. Everything but one thing. You didn’t see him back the next morning after a nearly sleepless night. The next morning, Negan was gone.

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[benbantz]

Week 17 with long term Covid

Hello to anyone reading this, those I know and those I don’t.

Had Covid 19 now for 17 weeks (or suffering after effects of covid, how ever you want to word it.) Point is had/have Corona and it’s still kicking my arse.

So since my recent facebook update (after being pretty quiet on social media for a while) a couple of peeps have messaged me asking about my symptoms and stuff as (apart from the first 2-3 weeks) I haven't really gone into any detail I just sort of say 'having rough week' or 'things flared up again' etc etc. Without going into too much detail about anything specific. So for anyone interested, and because people have been curious and asking - and as you’ll see is far to detailed to explain person to person (and want to spread the word about long haulers as a lot of people struggling) So it’s just easier for me to have it in one place. For myself more then anything. And if you get anything out of it then that’s great.

Things are just starting to come out about long haulers in the media and on the news and I know people are interested to learn a bit more about it all. So while I’m having a not too bad a time last couple of days I’d thought it’s a good a time as any to go thru all my symptoms. Get them typed out for first time.

And maybe it will be helpful to someone who randomly comes across this post - (thou please don’t use as a guide), every case is different, a lot of similarities   and cross overs , but ultimately different  Just because someone you know might be having a rough couple of days or experiencing a couple of these symptoms it could be something completely unrelated to covid. (Make sure you check with your GP or call 111 if you think you have covid symptoms long term or otherwise.) I am not a Dr.

Here's a list of everything been going on with me over last 17 weeks.           Some experiences have been completely new to me so very hard to explain , some descriptions may sound a little odd , but hopefully you get idea of what I mean! (Also sorry for any grammar mistakes....I dropped out of English A level)

Those who come across this and don’t know me personally know that while this is a (mostly) serious (but hopefully uplifting) post I’m very sarcastic and use dumb humour to deflect from how shit life is at the moment! :-) 

So first thing of the bat I'll explain is I've realised in recent weeks it's been easier to think of it as good and bad days/weeks rather then getting better/worse (as in first 10 or so weeks when I thought of it as 'it's getting better' and got in that positive mindset, the kickbacks have obviously beaten the piss out of me mentally as well as physically, as I've had about four big relapses now where I thought I'm on the right track, having a good couple of weeks then bam, I seem to go back to square one for no real apparent reason. So when I say bad day I'm describing when everything amps/flares up again, A few more symptoms go up and the volumes up on high,and likewise a good day is when things seem to be moving in right direction again and I get a bit of a break.(So now I just appreciate them when they come and try make most out of them.) A good day isn’t a symptom free day by any means, it’s just better then the bad ones.

OK so on to my symptoms.

Specific Areas

Chest - Since the first evening it kicked of early March my chest has felt like a giant has had his hand around it - that’s non stop, constant (told you my explanations were weird.)

On the better days it's a very light grip I can get on and do things to a point, but I am always aware it's there. On a bad day it's grip tightens and he squeezes (or  his fingers press into a couple of key areas - been pressing on my back a lot last few weeks.) - That’s been non stop and has not gone away since beginning. Thou I do believe its starting to ease a little. 

- Chest pain - A shooting pain in my chest (slightly different from description above, feels more like its needles on inside of body. Thankfully these are uncommon, they pop up if I push myself a bit too far one day or if I’m having rougher week.(And it’s not heart related)

Lungs/Breathing - Haven't felt like I've taken in a full lungful of air since beginning, I take a deep breath but only feels like I'm taking in 80- 85% ish (on a good day) 65- 75% ish (on a bad day) - This is week 17 numbers btw,  take maybe 10-15% off when it was at worst. I think the best way I can describe it is it feels like there’s a filter or a sieve/strainer at top of lungs, on a good day there’s more spaces available to breathe thru (but still there’s a filter) and on a bad day more spaces close and I'm breathing thru less.

 *Thankfully bar the first week where I had to get paramedic out, I haven't been gasping for air, I've certainly had to just lay and just concentrate on only breathing a few times because the filters have closed up a lot more (in the night mostly) especially where my bodies relaxed and I've woken and panicked short of air. Yes that’s as terrifying as it sounds.

- The air I do take in doesn't feel clean or fresh (best way I can describe it is when you go to a zoo and they have a indoor Rain Forrest/safari area .... very that lol) That was constant the first 12 or so weeks (even when getting fresh air outside) thankfully that’s eased a little and not so prominent, still doesn't feel like I’m breathing in fresh air but its not so hot and stuffy and noticing the difference when I go outside now.

Throat/Mouth - Burning/inflamed mouth - This is by far been the most uncomfortable/hardest for me to ignore and just get on with day to day stuff, from maybe week 6 to week 14 it was pretty much non stop burning mouth and throat (Call my mum Khaleesi because I was spitting fire.)

 Whole inside of my mouth and down my throat was just inflamed/swollen (felt like I had a golf ball stuck down there) and burning hot. The last couple of weeks its eased I don’t wake up with it (unless i’m having a flare up/bad day) It's still very on/ off but thankfully not constant like it was. And have since learned that high histamine foods make it worse - same with my chest and few other things,  (so choc, dairy, alcohol, fizzy drinks ...my diet essentially ) So have cut most of them down/out. Ice lollies have been my savior on hot throat days. - Marble in throat - Another hard one to explain, it feels like there’s a marble sort of sized ball of phlegm that I constantly need to clear. (OK maybe not that hard to explain - also sorry for the gross imagery.) But not enough mucus coming up to warrant the feeling, it’s irritating more then anything - but a few weeks ago was probs golf ball sized, so again improvement! - This sort of ties in with with the inflamed mouth, but the first thing to flare up on bad day is my tongue, feels tingly most of the time anyway but more so on a flare up/bad day.  - Same with my teeth / gums and the tingly sensation, (my teeth constantly feel like that sensation when you have some orange juice after brushing your teeth.) Sensitive/fuzzy I guess. Not particularly bothersome or concerning...just weird.

Nose

- This is probably one of newest ones, nose has felt hot(on and off)/bunged up for last few weeks. (But I know its not if that makes sense)  I guess you could say same as lungs - not breathing in a full nose-full of air either.  - sorry again for gross TMI but any mucus or boogers are clear (like almost see thru clear/never been cleaner clear)  - Phantom smells - A really odd one, I smell smoke and gas a lot, not just smell it, it feels like its in my nose and my mouth - especially smoke, almost like I’ve eaten it sometimes (non smoker in smoke free flat btw). Was a lot more prominent in first few weeks ,so much so that before I realised it was a symptom I had my carbon monoxide alarms checked because it was making me paranoid I could smell smoke/gas. A bizarre one for sure. Pops up randomly now and again.

Eyes - Last couple of weeks have been getting bit of blurry vision and sore or dry eye , I'm already blind as shit so hard to tell in terms of blurriness how bad this one is, but def finding it harder to concentrate on one thing for too long (but that sort of ties in with brain fog - which i'll get to) but pretty sure once this is done with and I go to opticians will likely need a stronger prescription (some other long haulers who never had eye problems before are now having to wear glasses) No idea if that’s a permanent one but hopefully i’m at peak of it.

Ears - My left ear has felt blocked pretty much since start (or like it needs to pop some days) Most the time I can ignore it but can be quite distracting if it kicks up a couple of dials.Which is likely why I get ear ache in same ear often as well.

*Also for most the things listed above it has always been worse on my left side of body, lung, eyes, ear, headaches.

- Tinnitus (correct word for ringing in ears right?) Usually kicks in early afternoon or on bad day. Varies on strength depending on the day I’m having.

Head/Brain - Brain Fog - So the sort of very basic science behind this is because my lungs aren't producing enough oxygen my brain knows this, so is lending them some to help out...but because of this it means I’m experiencing what is known as brain fog (I don’t know what its actually called, likely has a better more official sounding name) - my concentration is very low, i’m finding it hard to retain things and concentrate more then usual. (not been up to reading or watching something new for month or so as I just cant focus on it) Also been getting odd words muddled or confused (but the bar wasn't the highest with me on that front ha ha)

 Been dropping things when I think I have them in my hand. I do however think this is improving (The fact that I have typed this out with just a couple short breaks so far is much better then two weeks ago when I couldn't even focus on a computer game for more then half a hour) so as my lungs improve so does this or vice versa on flare up. *Edit - This whole post has taken a couple of days to draft and type up, so not too bad in terms of needing breaks etc.

-I'm also constantly aware of my brain... like I can feel it all the time (I literally cant explain that any other way lol, I guess its just heavier at moment so I can feel it against my skull) best explanation I think you'll get from that one. - Have a headache most the time (so much so that I sort of forget it’s there.) Thankfully most the time there mild/low and I can forget or distract myself but like everything else if I'm having a bad few days it goes up a notch. Likely connected to the brain fog.

Stomach and Lower abdomen - Period pains - only way I can explain it, generally thought after nearly 10 years without them it was messing my body about so much I was getting  phantom periods. (I’m a transgender man, 4+ years on testosterone, for anyone I don’t know who comes across this) been there done that, brought the t-shirt.. then sent it back because it wasn’t for me!  Very strong and painful on and off for first eight weeks, get the odd twinge now and again but think that ones done with, thank the gods. - Stomach Pains - Few aches and pains on /off, and recently experienced what felt like needle/stabbing pain for short while in short bursts - and I only really mention stomach because I haven't had the widely publicised  'covid shits' (yet, touch wood... or cloth) So yay!

Heart - Palpitations - First 8 weeks was on and off most days to the point if I was sat still my heart would be palpitating. (I couldn't even sit and listen to music I enjoyed as it would make my heart go mad.) - When I do get the palpitations it sets most things off, so if palpitations do start I generally know I'm about to have rough couple of hours or days and can’t do much, for obvious safety reasons. Thankfully these have subsided a lot last 6 or so weeks. Still get them every few days but generally know whats setting me off and how to lower them down and they don’t last as long.

Hands and Feet - Skin been very dry last couple of months, cracking and peeling on hands and feet (ew)  - Pins and needles/ numb fingers and toes - Get this a lot, obviously very normal stuff but just find them coming on a lot more (especially if i’m holding something like my ipad, phone or xbox controller for a while) Fingers feel numb/puffy a lot too. (Likely also why I keep dropping things) - Also to tie in with skin, have had a on /off spots on chest, face and shoulders for few weeks, they all came up at same time, not irritant or itchy or anything, just there.

General/Other weird things - Voice - So this is one that frustrates me the most, I have had next to no voice for last maybe 10 weeks.  I just cant chat to people at moment. For first 4 weeks wasn't to bad (I even started a youtube channel to keep me occupied and distracted) but slowly week by week it went a little bit more each time. I can talk for short periods of time if I have to/choose to ,like its not gone completely, but it kicks up all the things I mentioned in my throat and mouth directly after. If the phone rings I have to decide if it’s worth answering, in doing so knowing i’m going to have a rough day or so after. Someday’s I feel it's better then others like couple of weeks ago, chatted to my brothers online on xbox for half an hour or so for the first time in weeks, and caught up with a friend on phone for 10 minutes...but a couple of days later everything flared up again. So it's still trial and error and just being patient with my voice. (I'm quite confident no long term damage is being done now as few people in group i’m in reported there voice just eventually got better over time.) Definitely the symptom I’m having to be most patient with. - Fatigue and tiredness - My days now are normally diddily done by 4-5, (except if its a bad day then most of the day is a write off) No matter how little or much I've done, by 5-6 my body and mind are exhausted. As someone who has insomnia, pre covid I would maybe have 1-2 all nighters every ten or so days sprinkled in with 5-6 days of at most 3-4 hours sleep. In the last 17 weeks I have had just 3 all nighters, and maybe just under ten 3-4 hour sleeps. Otherwise i’m getting at least 5+ hours a night. This is the one covid thing I'd like to keep please lol.  I think it's easing a little (most the bad night sleeps have been in last month) and on good days tiredness is kicking in a little later, or it's taking me a little longer to drift off. But generally am cream crackerd a lot of time, especially if I push myself too far on a bad day. - Loss/Increased appetite - This sort of ties in with what I mentioned earlier about different foods causing set backs, the first 6 weeks I had no appetite and lost a bit of weight (I do put a lot of this down to extreme worry and stress thou)  Then I went thru a phase of being very hungry for a few weeks and put most of the weight I had lost back on. I'm somewhere in the middle now, probably because I know most of anything I eat will set me back a little (because as mentioned fussy git = high histamine diet) so i’m cutting portions (otherwise known as the amount of cheese I add to everything!) and cutting out all most junk food (you’ll never part me from my crisps!) and non healthy drinks.  

- Bloated and dehydration - This one I sort of put in pencil because it could be covid related but I also think it could be side effects  from the brown asthma inhaler I was prescribed to help with breathing. I’m still undecided as it pops up especially when I was using inhaler more but it does happen days after I’ve last used it. At it’s worse I was getting up to pee a lot! because I was thirsty all the time. So of course was just very bloated around the belly. 

*Also talking of peeing, (Great segway Ben) number 1′s and 2′s have been very different then normal, urine thicker and bubbly,and smells/is coloured different,   (same with 2′s) Also have a completely different body odour at the moment,(pungent) having to use deodorant twice as much as normal. - Admit it your life’s a little bit better now you know that information.

- THE HEAT! - I touched on this with my mouth and nose being on fire, but for the first 10-12 weeks I did not go a day where at least a couple of things were not burning hot ,like hot to the touch as well, not just inside...(very different experience then having a temperature). Extreme heat in one very specific part of body. Ears, forehead, cheeks, chest, back, nose, mouth,throat to name a few of prominent ones. Over time they have faded (if something does feel hot now its generally not hot to the touch anymore.) Maybe on a bad day a couple of things will burn up. (But in saying that, been calling today a good day but nose is quite hot) but point is its better. - Mood swings/Anxiety - While i’m fairly confident anything emotional has stemmed from experiencing...well everything you've just read. Rather then it being its own symptom (thou I have had days of uncontrollable crying, days of anger..that perhaps outside of covid I would still of had one of those days but just not to such a extreme, I think with everything going on its just amped that emotion and anxiety up.)  it's obviously been very stressful and anxiety inducing. That’s only calmed down in last week since finding the facebook group of other people going thru the same thing. I'm now seeing that people are slowly improving, i'm seeing I've not been going mad and it's all very real and not just happening to me. So the bad days are easier to deal with now and not hitting me emotionally like a ton of bricks anymore. I honestly couldn't see the end of the tunnel two weeks ago but can see it now (even if I take a step forward one day but then 2-3 back another...I see it still.)

*Mushy moment Alert - A good a place as any to include while I'm talking about emotion  - Even thou she probs wont see this,but want to mention my mum. She’s been my rock thru all this, she messages me at least twice everyday without fail, since day 1. Even thou I know she's been worried sick about me herself, she's reassured and calmed me down on the harder more stressful days. I dread the mornings when things have gone downhill a bit and having to tell her ,because I know she'll worry, but after a few texts we both end up sort of reassuring and calming the other down. (especially in the earlier days when it was really bad, scary, new and unknown.) When it was really getting me down for a while and I wanted nothing to do with anything covid related and just stay in bed and pretend this wasn't happening to me, she dug out the articles and tips and things to help or give me a boost. (Not to mention all the coming and going she and my step dad have done for me last 4 months and taking care of my shopping for first 9 or so weeks...because I was a useless mess of a human)       I know it’s basic mum stuff but this would be 10x harder and lonelier without her. Random detour I know but can’t talk about my covid experience and recovery without mentioning her.

Almost looking forward to sending her the first  'Everything normal today' text as much as I look forward to experiencing it....almost. ;-)  

Amount of Symptoms On A Typical Day

On a good day - (when I think virus was at it's worse in the first 10-14 weeks) - 4-6 symptoms ( 2 or 3 cranked up to a medium or high otherwise on mild)

On a bad day - At peak/worse - 6-10 symptoms (throat, chest and no voice on high volume, maybe a couple of things like palpitations and brain fog, heat on medium/high, other weird stuff on mild/low)

Good day  - Now 17 weeks in (excluding my voice which is still a medium to high issue most days) - 3-4 Symptoms on low to mild - usually there’s something still simmering on a medium always ready to turn up to a high if I push it too much in terms of walking or talking. (often my chest) Bad Day (Now) - 4-7 Symptoms - 1 to 3 on medium (maybe a couple will kick up to high on first day of a flare up, but generally now for shorter periods of time.)Everything else on mild or low.

So there has def been improvement in last 6 weeks, i’m sure it wont all be plain sailing and I know/prepare to expect another 'flare up' and then a bad few days. But recently instead of the bad days being 2-3 weeks of it constantly, the duration is getting shorter each time (last bad few days was just under a week)  So things are slowly improving, and i’m sure in time so will the amount of symptoms and the strength of each symptom.

I've probably missed a couple of silly/odd little things that have gone on (likely because they were so early on or very brief (or I’ve forgotten) -  fever and nausea to name a couple. When I got my notes together these were the main ones that came to mind. Quite a lot actually sitting back reading them, and I think the scary (but good) thing is, x-ray came back fine, bloods came back fine.  People have had MRI's, camera’s down there throat, most coming back fine. Covid just not showing up on any tests(unless someones suffered further complications with something) - hence why a lot of people struggling to be taken seriously by there GP's or even loved ones who think there just 'exaggerating’ or its just ‘anxiety and stress'...no living with all what you just read causes anxiety and stress Mary! 

But yeah could waffle on, once its definitely gone and I breathe and look back I can perhaps get a better overview of everything and give you better analysis of all that’s gone on. I get asked 'so when do you think it will be gone?' almost as much as 'are you better now?' To the first question, meh I don't know, I'm now into month 4/week 17 (well month 5 if I include last couple of days of Feb when I believe I caught it and had the very mild cold early March) still a lot of things going on with my body, some new things could still pop up, so instead of saying 'I think it will be gone by..'  ,like I did in the first weeks. I'm just taking it week by week (or day by day if it kicks up a notch) not making any big demands of myself or my body, doing what I can each day....but not pushing it. Instead of the sad, anxiety inducing thought 'when will it go' or the one all us long haulers worry about a lot ‘Will it ever go?’ I now try to think instead  'it will go!.'

To any fellow long haulers I say hang in there, keep fighting, trust your body and that it will get better. Take it day by day. Stay as positive as you can when everything 'flares up again' after a couple of weeks of good progress (easier said then done I know) but know it wont be forever as much as it feels like it is. Don’t be afraid to ask for help (I hate going to Drs would much rather just 'get on with it' , but from pestering a little I got a blue inhaler which has helped me a lot day to day,and had x-ray and blood tests which also put my mind at ease when they came back clear. So don’t be afraid to ask to get these things checked if you’re worried. I've been lucky with my GP's thou who I think have generally believed me and taken me seriously and I know not everyone is getting that help or respect. I think it’s really not helped us that in the early days people were stubbing their toes and thinking they had caught covid and calling their Dr’s (I’m exaggerating but hopefully you get my point lol), so if you do get a not so helpful interaction, be patient,explain yourself or try again with another Dr, remember a GP will only advise you symptom by symptom and not as a whole.   Anyway I’m repeating stuff you already know by now lol.   

Stay positive. Stay hopeful and stay safe.

To anyone else, believe us, know this is very real, and that it absolutely sucks. Its not just anxiety or in our head. We're not exaggerating - in fact most of us are probably playing it down or just not elaborating on things for an easy life and because when someone asks 'are you better now?'  it's easier to just smile and nod and answer 'getting there slowly' because the truth is...well what you just read lol. (And I'm a particularly mild case...next to no coughing, no spells in A and E, a breeze for a lot of other people with long term) Keep yourselves safe (most long haulers have no previous medical /problems/conditions. Some ,myself included, have weakened immune systems due to a long term health condition. A unlucky few are fighting another long term medical illness as well as covid. I'm lucky in that I have no dependants (except 4 easy to please gecko's) and was not working prior to catching it - some are having to deal with all this and be full time parents, or have been to and fro with their jobs (thinking there better then relapsing after going back). There’s mums messaging on behalf of there young kids who have it, lots of young people (one of the lads that co runs the group is 22 I believe), there's athletes/health fanatics used to running miles every day been completely knocked of there game unable to even walk to end of road some days. People of all age ranges. Point is anyone can catch it, it might not just be 'a couple of rough weeks' It might take over half a year for you to recover from.  This myth that it's short and sweet, or a walk in the park if your young and healthy needs to be squashed because its just not accurate. 

If not for my mum and our family and the facebook group I found, (Positive path of wellness - Covid UK Long Haulers) I'd be struggling, really struggling. It's scary, brutal and lonely. I wouldn't wish it on anyone. The virus is still out there it has not gone. Keep sanitising hands and wear a mask in busy places!. - Tell the guy who's life this has been for 17 weeks, why wearing a mask in public places, to keep yourself and others safe from catching this nightmare, is a inconvenience for you Karen...go on, I'll wait...

Maybe you can help prevent yours or someone else's next few months from being even worse. x

Was going to just make this a one time post on tumblr account but if it’s a help to anyone (especially fellow long haulers) I’ll post some other bits and bobs when i’m up to it. (thinking of doing a post about things/products etc that I think have been helping me. If that’s useful to anyone) Or just some positive/ funny things to keep spirits up. Keeping it all positive and upbeat as possible.

So I’ll see if anyone reads this first and go from there

So I guess in conclusion ...lol I’m just joking, this post is really done now, go back to your lives, this garbled mess of self woe (worlds smallest violin is back in its case now), sarcasm and naff humour has taken up far too much of all of our days already. Go peacefully amongst the things. :-) 

Stay safe everyone x

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Spring Fever (17)

@adrinetteapril 2019 story

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A huge thank you to @goblin-alchemist for betareading this story! And thank you all for reading, liking, reblogging and for the comments. You make me very happy! <3

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Chapter 17. Nightmare

In which Adrien is amazed

If Adrien had known her plan was to confront Nemesis and get attacked, he would never have agreed. This was by far the bravest and most reckless thing he’d seen Marinette attempt. Without batting an eyelash, with her chin high up, she faced the villain. The scene would feed Adrien's nightmares for years. His blood ran cold as he watched the love of his life challenging Nemesis.

'If you’re so sure I’m trying to use Adrien, why don’t you check it yourself?’ Marinette inquired. 'Is that because you’re afraid I’m telling the truth?’

'You’re not telling the truth,’ the villain shrugged, malicious grin on her marble face. 'See, I’ve been in this business all my life. I’ve seen it happening tens of times, I’ve heard of hundreds more. I know how it works.’

'You don’t know me.’

'Please, have you looked at yourself?’ Nemesis snorted out a laugh. 'What do you have that I don’t? What a girl like you could possibly offer to someone like Adrien?’

Marinette seemed to consider this for a moment. 'Talent?’ She offered. 'Honest friendship? Genuine affection? Baked goods? A killer partner in video games?’

Adrien saw a shadow of a smirk dancing on her lips. He couldn’t help but to think he liked this side of her very much and he wished he’d see it more often. Or maybe he just had a thing for strong women? She was playing with fire, demonstrating iron-clad confidence, a devil-may-care attitude and sass he had no idea she was capable of, clearly trying to vex Nemesis into making a mistake. And it looked as if her plan was working.

The akuma cackled. 'Baked goods?’ She parotted. 'Genuine affection? I think I’m going to give you what you’ve asked for, girl,’ she brandished the whip.

That was his cue. Adrien tensed, ready to intercept the weapon. He thought Marinette wanted to focus Nemesis’ attention so that he could sneak his way to her. He was wrong.

‘Show me what you got,’ the love of his life called out. She opened her arms, waiting for the crack. 

She didn’t have to wait long. With a banshee scream the akuma tugged at the whip. Marinette stared at her challengingly, not budging even one bit. The whip made contact with her skin. The crack was deafening in the narrow space of the underpass, masking Adrien’s frantic steps as he launched himself in their direction. Terrified he cast a look at his friend.

Marinette was still standing in her place, perfectly fine and unmarbleized. She raised a brow. ‘Your turn,’ she murmured.

Nemesis sent her a confused look. It only took a tiny fraction of a second and Adrien ripped the weapon out of her unresisting hand. Not thinking twice he threw it to Marinette, who caught it expertly and brandished it as if she’d been dealing with ropes her whole life.

‘Let’s see what you’re made of,’ she said.

Another crack thundered over the passage accompanied by Nemesis' cry of protest, both leaving an unpleasant ringing in Adrien’s ears. 

The space was suddenly short of villains. A stone statue appeared where Nemesis had been standing mere seconds ago. An outstretched hand, reaching for the whip. Lips opened in a silent shriek. Eyes blown wide and hair thrown back. Adrien was sure this was the least flattering image of Giselle he'd ever seen. 

Marinette limped to her. She weighed the weapon in her palm. 

'It's still dangerous, but if I break it and set the butterfly free while Ladybug is not here to purify it…,' she said.

Adrien shivered. 'The last thing this city needs is an army of Nemeses.'

'Despair not, civilians, who I see for the first time in my eternal life,' a familiar voice sounded from somewhere near the statue’s head. 'The cavalry has arrived! Well, metaphorically speaking.' 

Plagg's head popped from behind Nemesis' stone cold shoulder. Adrien suppressed a groan, while Marinette squeaked adorably in surprise.

'Sorry,' the kwami's ears dropped apologetically. 'I didn't mean to startle you.'

'What- who are you?'

Plagg tapped his nose. 'I'm Chat Noir's boss,' he announced with a toothy grin.

'Don't you mean "assistant"?' Adrien drawled. He had no idea why his kwami decided to show up to a civilian. Two civilians technically.

Marinette actually giggled at that, trying in vain to hide a smile.

The sprite sent him a flat look. 'I may be small in size, but I'm not some Santa's little helper,' he replied acidly. 'Anyway I'm here to offer my services as Chat Noir and Ladybug can't show up now,' he paid Marinette a deep bow.

'Your services?' The girl tilted her head, knitting her brows.

'I can relieve you of this cursed cargo,' he pointed at the whip, 'and take it to Ladybug for purification.'

'What are you going to do with it?' Adrien crossed his arms in front of his chest, his voice dripping with suspicion. First time he witnessed Plagg actually volunteering for anything.

The sprite looked between the two teens, then down at his belly and up at the ceiling. 

'You don't want to know,' he finally replied. 

'So you’ll get this to Ladybug?’ Marinette made sure. She passed him the whip.

'You bet,’ Plagg grinned. 'Cataclysm,’ he whispered and touched the weapon with a tip of his paw. The item turned to dust as the ground shook. A few cracks appeared where the whip lay on the ground, a few specks of dust fell from the ceiling. 

The akuma broke free. It fluttered its wings and took flight to sunlight. 

Plagg sighed. ‘Just think it tastes like camembert,’ he muttered barely audibly and leaped after the butterfly. Before Adrien could even ask what he wanted to do, the kwami swallowed the insect. He burped with an echo that should not be possible in such a small creature.

'Hey, since when can you-,’ Adrien started. 

Plagg sent him a warning look. 'I trust you two to keep quiet about this, okay? Now excuse me, but I have a Ladybug to catch.’ With one last grin he turned around and flew back into the metro.

Adrien watched until the kwami disappeared from sight. Marinette’s hiss of pain interrupted his plan to follow Plagg. 

‘Come on, I’ll help you,’ he offered, wrapping an arm around the girl’s shoulders and taking her weight. Once again he was stunned by her scent. He tried to ignore his spinning head and blood drumming in his ears. Ignoring the heat that ignited his skin proved to be more difficult.

‘Adrien, wait.’ Marinette stopped him. 

She put a hand on his chest. He wondered if she could feel the frantic beating of his heart.

‘F-for what?’ he stuttered, her proximity threatening to render him speechless. He squeezed his eyes shut and resolved to keeping his intakes of air in short, shallow breaths, not to get drunk on her essence. ‘Your leg is n-not going to get better until Ladybug finally arrives.’

‘The kiss,’ she simply said. ‘Before something or someone interrupts us again.’

‘The kiss,’ he echoed, the finality of it suddenly crashing on him. 

Adrien looked at her, for the first time in days seeing Marinette in an entirely new light. Not only was she a great classmate and a thoughtful friend. She was kind and accepting, loyal, sensitive and respectful. But also strong, determined, creative and resourceful. She was brave, fearless maybe, definitely selfless. 

And she loved him.

‘No, I- I can’t ask you to do that,’ he whispered. ‘I don’t want- Oh, this is a nightmare!’

‘A nightmare? Why?’ She frowned. ‘Don’t you want to break the curse?’

If she’d asked him that question the day before, he’d undoubtedly said yes. But now he was hesitant. Why didn’t he want her to kiss him? Why hadn’t he confessed the true nature of the curse earlier?

Because I don’t want this to end, he realized. I don’t want to stop loving her. Because I feel it in my bones I belong with her. Because she’s my soulmate. 

Was this the curse talking? Adrien no longer knew how he felt. Where did his original feelings end and the miraculous magic begin?

‘Adrien?’ 

‘Loving you… it’s not-,’ he murmured. ‘It’s the best thing that happened to me since-...,’ his hand went into his hair. He caught a fistful and tugged, hoping for the pain to give his mind back to him. ‘I love loving you,’ he ended lamely.

‘But you’re cursed,’ Marinette looked at him from under her long lashes, her gaze worried and kind. 

He could drown in her eyes. He wanted to be able to look into them every day. He wanted to worship her every day. The nausea and panic rose from the depths of his stomach.

‘That isn’t fair,’ she continued, unaware of his internal turmoil. ‘You need to - as you said - be your own man. You need to make your own choices, not have magic make those choices for you.’

‘I know.’

‘We need to do this,’ Marinette turned to face him. Adrien failed to remove the hand that rested on her shoulder. She blushed and smiled sweetly. ‘And I’m not saying that because I want a kiss from a cute boy.’

‘I know,’ he chuckled, despite his unease, blushing even more. ‘Just… let me have this…’ he ducked his head and pressed his forehead to hers. He wouldn’t have dared attempt such an intimate gesture, but he desperately wanted to savor those last moments. He wasn’t sure what he’d remember once the curse was removed. 

Marinette didn’t shy away, just like she hadn’t when they had been talking in her room. She leaned into him instead, wrapping her hands around his middle. ‘Whatever happens, you won’t lose me, Adrien. I promise.’

Each time Adrien thought she couldn’t be more perfect, she proved him wrong. How could she read him like an open book? How could she know him like this?

‘You’re wonderful, Marinette,’ he whispered, his voice cracking. ‘Thank you. For everything.’

She climbed to her toes and reached to his lips. The world fell still.

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Author’s Note: If you like this story, please let me know!

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

He makes me livid! I get so mad!!! I don't understand him at all. He makes me go UGH but in bad ways.

I went off on him first before I realised what his problem was... Like total accusations and misfit drama. All paranoid loca. I don't give a shit.

I draw conclusions and those were the most obvious.

But when you know someone... You have to remember their stupidity. One time he confessed... And I already had decided to break up with him... I was all I'm waiting till his dad dies then I'm done. He's a good friend when he tries but he doesn't make me,a priority. And so I hadn't told him. I just tired of him,upsetting me so I had to remove me.

So he said he wouldn't do anything for his pain,then, he would take 2x his Percocet with 5 shots of tequila then treat me like shit.

I really hadnt noticed. I was all "oh he's just in his mood where he's decided I'm not important to him"

And true enough when he told me his dad died I walked away from our relationship.

But honestly ... Years later... I missed him.. Because he treated me best. Because I say I walked

I mean I left, completely.

But despite his faults he's always treated me best. I mean person to person. He didn't give me what I wanted from,the relationship. But as a low key friend, he understood me the most

He understood i was scared to go to sleep and he would stay on the phone and help,me,sleep so I could. No one else can do that. My daughter, if she was sleeping with me. I could listen to her breathe and I could fall asleep that way. Because it would calm my r breathing if she was sleeping that calm sleep,breath

But he knew all what to say. And I never had to tell him or even tell him I was afraid to sleep or even admit it to myself.

I hope this helps some of y'all that are anti medicine as well.

I don't like hospitals or doctors (I like my personal doctors But aside from them) in general. I'm afraid of them. They make me hostile. I feel like theyre some dangerous S&M dungeon

Go and wait for hours to get bad news then they don't give you what you need because you're so fucking exhausted they don't understand. Or don't care or are the ones that like to kill patients.

So I like my doctors although I have to wait for hours to see them past my appointment time, they take extra time to see me and cover what I think I need. Their quality is worth the wait. I have 3. Primary, Pain and Urgent Care. And I use the computer urgent care where I leave an online message after finishing a long ass quizz through the insurance website.

And whatever pills they give me, I Google to make sure they were right. They always are. Im also interested in what else the pills cover. Like i take 2 different anti seizure pills for pain and one also for insulin sensitivity increase and metabolic increase. And i take an antidepressant that also covers fibromyalgia.

I have 13 prescriptions. Monthly. Some I have to take more than once per day. Plus i take vitamins.

Then I Google the pharmacy pills to make sure the pharmacy was right.

So.

I get it. Sometimes I don't want to take 13 prescriptions more than once per day or even at all.

But we need to know what we are taking and why.

And why it is important.

And we need to take our medicine. So we can survive

I think this information is especially important during this epidemic.

Now realize that antibiotics are not useful on viruses unless the virus causes a bacterial infection. Like.

A cold is a virus but in some people like myself and used to in my daughter, causes a severe sinus infection which requires antibiotics.

I know the point at which we need antibiotics and so i go to my urgent care lady because she understands and we just do a walk in. And i don't overwhelm my doctor who is taking time to give quality care and has long waiting patients.

But otherwise a virus does not respond to antibiotics. And anti-virus medications are quite rare.

Flu shot... But not a cold shot..

So we take over the counter medicine for our symptoms. Like coughing and runny nose

Sinus pressure in the eyes, nose, teeth. Jaw.

If you have a tooth ache you can take sinus medicine. Because the worst tooth pain is actually in your sinus cavity! That's a secret trick. Works every time.

So basically anytime you have facial pain that doesn't respond to Tylenol or ibuprofen or alieve, you can take sinus medicine. Also ear pain.

Google sinus cavities in the face and you'll see why.

Now an ear and sinus infection is a bacteria, usually but usually our bodies can fight it Well without an anti biotic. As long as it is treated with over the counter medicine. But sometimes, like with myself and my daughter, sometimes an antibiotic is needed..but that is after at least a week to 10 days of serious green overflow that doesn't respond to over the counter medicine.

Sometimes the bacteria is lab revealed by terrorists during the "flu and cold season" to create an income for pharmaceutical companies. For my daughter and i, they're usually too strong for our immune system.

Although since my ex husband left town, my daughter's immune system has significantly became stronger. While mine has not. So she needs less antibiotics, than I do.

Otherwise, my body can fight it on its own with a few doses of otc.

I had a tooth pulled a few years ago.. It created a pathway to my sinuses. I could rinse water in my mouth and it would come out my nose. I saw an ear, nose and throat specialist whom said i needed surgery immediately to repair my nose.

I said no thank you mother fucker

I had to have clearance from my cardiologist. So i took a stress test and failed. So i had to have an ultra sound. It wasn't good. But they said I could have the surgery since it was simple.

I said that's cool, but I don't want to.

I haven't done it. So I get sinus infection and pain quite often. My bone structure in my nose is center in my right nostril. Meaning it's really fucking bad

From being punched in the face a lot. The surgery sounds fucking horrible. And it's a cosmetic change.

I'm all nope. I'm a single mom. She don't take good care of me. I'll drown in the blood sliding down the back of my throat.

The tooth removal was so bad... It was horrible. There was blood every where for days... I can only imagine the nose surgery would be the same

I also hate the smell of blood. So I'm like no. It sounds like the most miserable thing.

If I had someone to take care of me and baby me like a little blood soaked lamb in need of care... That's s different story.. But I don't have anyone that would take care of me

After my tooth... I was throwing up the blood and my kid just stood there and stared,. Which I wanted to hide it from her I was sick... But I was in the kitchen and began violently puking in the trash can... Scared her to death

"Mom I'm scared"

"I am, too. This has never happened before"

So yeah fuck that nose. I got one crooked fucking nose. And it makes me sick.

She wants me to have surgery so I'll quit snoring.

Well.

Ear plugs are at the Dollar Tree, babe.

So y'all take your pills that you need

Some one cares about you

And they don't want to slap your face off. But you'll drive them to it. And a crooked nose isnt all its cracked up to Be. It pretty much sucks.

I can't even blow it Like a normal person....

[aweebwrites]

Seven Deadly Sins 2

Warning: Lots of swearing and suggestive themes.

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(Y'all. I just wanna thank the heck out of @thelucariosfish for beta-ing this! They're the best!)

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“I know what you two are.” The man says, trailing after Lloyd and Jay.

“Oh?” Lloyd says, voice sounding disinterested.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Got any money? We can strike a deal~” Jay hummed, looking the man over for any more cash since he already stole his wallet.

“Jay, you know we don’t do deals.” Lloyd says irritiby, just wanting to murder his target and go home.

“You don’t but I do.” Jay grinned at him then back at the man. “So? Cash? I accept gold and gems too. Anything of value really.” He says, walking in front of the man backwards, peering into his shirt pocket.

“But what if what I need is more money?” The man questioned and Jay tapped his chin, walking backwards still.

“Nah.” Jay sighed then turned around, walking next to Lloyd dejectedly. “I was hoping for some more cash, you know? What's the point in helping you get cash when I need it myself.” He huffed.

“You really don't.” Lloyd ssys drily, glancing across at him.

“Want, need. Potato, potato.” Jay says, waving it off.

“You're not supposed to refuse me!” The man sputtered and both Lloyd and Jay glanced back to see the man following them still.

“You're still here? You better scram while you can. You have nothing worth doing and nothing to offer.” Jay says dismissively and the man blinked at him as he stopped.

He gritted his teeth.

“Either you make me a millionaire or I tell everyone your little secret.” He threatened and Jay stopped in his tracks.

“Oh?” He says, looking over his shoulder at the mortal with glowing blue eyes, a wide grin on his face that revealed glistening fangs. “You sir, are a very brave mortal.” He says, walking up to the confident man who reeked of fear and anxiety.

“I like that.” Jay says, crossing his arms as he stopped in front of the man who looked relieved. “But not enough to let you live.” He whispered and the man's eyes widened.

He looked down, seeing Jay's hand through his chest. He pulled his hand back then licked a drop of blood away from his claws as the man watched breathlessly. He then collapsed and Jay walked off, towards Lloyd who was waiting on him while people screamed and ran.

“You know, these Touched Ones are getting on my nerves.” Jay says, wiping his hand with the handkerchief in the man's wallet as they continued walking. “Lordie should really keep his warriors out of our business.” He huffed, tossing the kerchief aside.

“Fucker should stay dead. He's been sending his soldiers to patrol Ninjago City more often. We'll have to let Wu know what's going on. We might have to lessen our time hunting here or else he'll send his Generals and we'll be in some deep shit.” Lloyd says, still pondering a target.

“We can take them.” Jay huffed.

“Yes. Together. But if they catch just one or even two of us, we won't stand much of a choice. The Warriors are indestructible and the Droids are unkillable. While killing us will only send us back to the Underworld, dying doesn't hurt any less. Not to mention you guys can't simply pop out whenever you want. It could take as short as a week for my dad to prep the spell to get you guys back in the mortal realm. And let's not forget about the time it'll take to heal from their purifying weapons.” Lloyd reminded him and Jay grumbled.

“I heard purifying. Tell me you guys didn't run into any Warriors or Droids…” Nya says from the comms.

“No. None whatsoever. Just a Touched One.” Jay reported, snagging a hundred dollar bill hanging out of a woman's purse in passing. “Honestly. If they keep blessing people with the ability to see us as we truly are, we won't be able to have as much fun anymore.” He complained, holding the bill up to check if it's real before pocketing it.

“I could still get by, even if they do know what I really look like.” Nya huffed and Lloyd rolled his eyes then glanced up at the buildings as he walked, sharp vision able to see people moving around inside.

They're all damned lucky that have such great apartments and buildings to work in. He heard the engines of a car rev and glanced back to see the sleek car driving up from a few blocks down. Sunglasses, expensive watch, cocky grin, pretty woman in the passenger seat. Bingo.

“Finally found someone, huh?” Jay says with a smirk, seeing the sneer on Lloyd's face.

One he usually wore after finding someone particularly lucky.

“Careful. Jay just killed someone. I don't have any Warriors or Droids on radar in your vicinity but these morherfuckers have a way of appearing.” That was Morro.

“I know that. Keep your fangs in.” Lloyd huffed as he gathered his green energy in hand, fueling it with his jealousy.

While he knew how to drive, he certainly didn't have a car, worse one as fancy or fast as that one is. He could see it all. This little fucker had a penthouse suite all to himself. Lloyd didn't even have a room for himself! Why the hell must they have all the good things while he was fucking stuck where he was? Dad said it was good for him and his powers, for him to live in an abandoned stupid fucking ship with his uncle, cousin and 5 others. Three of whom are almost always fucking. He can't catch a fucking break and this piece of shit with his good looks and shitty personality got to have it all! Fuck him very much. He watched as the car drove up before launching his green energy at it, walking forward still. He didn't look back when the car suddenly exploded, flipping past them and slamming into a stoplight, breaking the car in two as it brought down the stoplight.

“Wow. That guy really pissed you off huh?” Jay says with a grin, knowing those two will be feeling that in the Underworld for possibly years to come.

“Fucker has everything and he's the biggest asshole I've ever come across.” Lloyd growled low and Jay perked up at that.

“Everything?” He says and Lloyd glanced at him warily. “Don't look at me like that! Think about it. He's dead now. It'll take a day or two for his things to be moved out to his family. Why not indulge? This is your chance to have a taste of what you really deserve...” Jay purred, tail flicking back and forth.

“... You just want his valuables.” Lloyd says flatly, even as he changed directions to where the hotel was.

“You know me so well.” Jay grinned.

“Hey, if you guys are going to crash an upscale place, I want in. Hotel food is fucking amazing.” Cole says from the comms.

“Fuck yeah. Give us an address. We'll meet you there.” Morro says and Jay grinned at Lloyd.

“Fine.”

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“Ho-ly shit.” Cole says as he looked around the huge penthouse suite.

Glass windows all around, white themed furniture, crystal chandelier, open concept everything… This place was obviously for the elite.

“Found the kitchen Cole!” Nya yelled out and that was all Cole needed to hear, darting off.

“It's not bad…” Zane says, uninterested then yawned.

“I've been here before. I had a target here. But the place wasn't this grand.” Kai says as he looked around, a silk robe he picked up half off his shoulders. “Plus, he had a small dick anyway.” He added, stroking his hand over the white leather couch before looking to Zane with a mischievous smile.

“I do remember the bed though. Softest, most comfortable bed in all of Ninjago. I'll take you to it if you let me fuck you…” He purred as he sauntered over, his tail coiling around his limp one. “Pretty please? I'll make it worth your while…” He whispered as he nosed along his jaw, up to Zane's ear.

“Fine. Whatever.” Zane sighed and Kai's eyes lit up.

“Just hurry up and get the fuck out of here.” Morro says, irritated before using his power over wind to blow the windows all open. “Much better.” He says, flopping down next to Lloyd who picked up the remote on the coffee table.

“Let's see…” He says then pressed the button for tv.

“Woah.” Nya says from where she was leaning against the back of the couch, all three of them watching as a large panel opened up, revealing a 60” flat screen TV.

“... Fucking bastard.” Lloyd whispered, looking at it in awe.

“Please tell me that this guy has video games.” Morro says as he got up and walked over to the cabinet beneath the tv and opened it.

He grinned once he saw four controllers, a game station and several disks.

“Fuck the hell yes.”

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“Alright. Now that the visible valuables have been taken…” Jay says, glancing over at the sack full of electronics, paintings, vases and things he knew he could sell for a huge sum of money. “Time to find the safes.” He says, rubbing his hands together, generating electricity.

“Alright tail. Do your thing.” He says, glancing back at it before walking away.

His tail was like a metal detectors except it finds money. He discovered that his tail tends to move towards and linger in areas with a large amount of money just 10 years back. It was never wrong. He walked around the bedroom, ignoring Kai and Zane as they made a mess of themselves then out to the living room where Morro was snarling along with Lloyd as Nya beat them at whatever game they were playing. He refused to believe this asshole didn't have at least two safes here. He walked into the kitchen where Cole had the kitchen island full of empty wrappers and bottles, leaving no morsel of food behind. He was getting impatient when he felt his tail move on its own. He stopped and looked back. The… The fridge? Well. That's creative. He opened the empty fridge looking around. His tail slithered in, making him shiver once it pressed itself against the back of it.

“Fucking tails and sensitivity.” He mumbled then looked at his claws, willing one to become taller.

He then traced it along the back of the fridge then paused once he came across a hitch in the smooth plastic. He then pried it open and huffed at the high tech safe just behind.

“Well I'll be damned. This guy was paranoid as fuck.” He says then gathered his electricity and pressed his hand against the handprint slot, smirking once his electricity overrode it and opened the safe.

“Holy fucking shit!” Jay yelled in glee at what the safe held.

“What is it?” Cole asked as he walked over before guzzling a bottle of mustard.

“This guy was fucking loaded!” Jay says, taking out a bar of motherfucking gold from the safe.

One of six stacked neatly inside.

“Oh fuck yes.” Jay laughed as he grabbed them all then dropped them with a gasp at what lay behind. “Is that a fucking diamond?!” He yelled then snatched it.

He looked the palm sized gem over in the light then bit at an edge. Pain flared up once the tip of his fangs were broken.

“Oh yeah. This is the real deal.” Jay says, knowing his fangs will regenerate in a few minutes.

“Hey, who has any idea what this guy sounded like. I'm gonna order room service.” Cole says as he watched Jay slip the gold into a bag he pulled from virtually nowhere.

“Check his phone. It's in the sack over there. Put it back when you're done though.” Jay says, shooting Cole a glare and he walked away to where the sack was.

He spotted it on top then blew warm air over the screen, seeing his unlock pattern and unlocked the phone. He searched through then found a few voice messages. He listened to his voice keenly before dropping the phone in the bag and walking over to the phone on the wall.

“Hello, room service?” He spoke into the phone, mimicking the man's voice perfectly. “Yes, I'd like a continental dinner buffet delivered to my suite in 15 minutes… I don't fucking care about short notice. Either you get it here in 15 or I'll move elsewhere… Good.” He says then slammed the phone back in its holder.

“They better hurry up. I'm starved.” Cole says, stretching.

“You’re always starved.” Jay huffed as he stood, zipping the bag closed and keeping it very close to his person. “Someone should save Zane. Kai might ride him to death.” He commented before he went looking for more safes.

Cole considered it then shrugged. It would be something good to pass the time with… With that, he headed off to the bedroom. Morro on the other hand chucked his controller at the tv, cracking it.

“Fuck this! You cheated Nya!” He snarled at her.

“I don't need to cheat to beat you.” Nya huffed, tossing her controller on the coffee table.

“I literally saw you short circuit his controller with water.” Lloyd says, dropping his controller.

“I already said I don't need to cheat. Something is just wrong with your eyes.” She huffed and Lloyd rolled his eyes, knowing better than to try and get her to admit something.

“You fucking liar!” Morro yelled, wind angrily churning through the penthouse as he did.

“Hey! Watch it!” Jay yelled from on the ceiling, stuffing money into his bag, the wind making one or two bills blowing out of the safe.

“Cool it already. The TV's busted and I'm bored now. Let's just go home already.” Lloyd huffed with a glare, hands tucked into his pockets.

“Good luck getting Kai to stop fucking long enough to leave.” Nya says as Morro seethed still, already plotting revenge.

“He won't need to.” Jay says as he hopped down from the ceiling and grabbing the bills that fell. “Cole's taking over from Zane and he ordered room service. They should be here any minute now.” He says as he straightened.

Just then, there was a ding, signaling that the private elevator was in use.

“See?” Jay grinned.

“Cole! Food's here!” Nya yelled and there was silence for a few seconds before he was walking towards them, buttoning his pants with his shirt thrown over his shoulder.

He had a lot of hickies for such a short time…

“Come on. I was almost there…” Kai protested, following after him, wearing only the robe which meant…

“Fuck Kai. Don't walk out here with a boner. What the fuck.” Lloyd says with a grimace, looking away.

“Yeah, well-”

Kai was cut off when the elevator opened. Their eyes widened. In the elevator stood a tall figure with similar, smaller figures behind them. They all wore red and silver armor, the smaller ones wearing black capes while the leader wore a sliver one. Warriors.

“Room service.” Kozu- first fucking General- says with his holy swords gripped in all four hands.

“Run!” Jay yelled and they dashed, heading for the nearest window.

Cole barely dodged a hit from Kozu's sword and Morro turned around, using his wind to blow him back- or at least he tried. He was made differently from all the rest. He was heavier. Morro grunted as he was head-butted, the force sending him flying across the space and into one of few walls in the suite.

“Fucker!” He grunted as he pulled himself out of the concrete, blood running down his face.

“Come on Morro! We have to go!” Lloyd says, yanking him back.

“Not until I teach this asshole a lesson!” Morro growled, his skin blackening as his fangs lengthened, white markings appearing on his face.

“I run from no-one!” Nya growled, shrugging Cole off of her.

“God dammit I-”

“No wait!” Kai says, cutting Lloyd off. “Zane is still in the room. We can't leave him. You go get him and we'll hold them off as best as we can.” He told him seriously and Lloyd growled, hating that even with almost nothing but fucking on his mind, he can still be level headed enough to remember Zane and think of a plan.

“Fine. Alright. Don't do anything stupid.” Lloyd warned then took off.

“I've always wanted to kick a General's ass.” Nya says, cracking her fists as Kai passed on the plan to the others.

“We shall see that about that.” Kozu says then looked to his subordinates and nodded at them.

All six of them stepped back.

“Oh? Aren't you cocky. Think you can take all of us on by yourself?” Morro asked with a sneer.

“What's there to complain about? It'll be easier to take him down.” Cole says as he grinned, revealing thick fangs. “I for one am pretty pissed off about not getting my buffet!” He snarled, skin darkening before he roared as he charged at the General, Nya and Morro charging too.

Kozu smirked.

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“Zane what the fuck?! We have to go!” Lloyd yelled as Zane laid there on the bed, partially naked with only the sheets covering his ass, drifting in and out of sleep.

“Blame Kai. He made me tired.” Zane mumbled, nuzzling into the pillows.

“Zane. There's a fucking General hunting us. Do you want to die?” Lloyd growled in irritation. “It took us a month to convince you to come back to the mortal realm. I'm not doing it again.” He warned and Zane only hummed.

Lloyd growled in irritation.

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Nya grunted as she hit the ground hard, gripping her side.

“That all you got.” She panted as she forced herself to sit up, blood dripping from her side.

“How about some shock therapy!” Jay yelled as he threw an electrical punch at the General.

He grabbed him by the hand as he strangled Kai then threw them both down hard, knocking the wind out of them. They groaned then yelped as they rolled out of the way out of his blessed swords as they came down on them.

“I've had enough of you.” Morro sneered then jumped Kozu with a yell, spinning his way out of his swords’ reach.

He then shoved his clawed fingers into his eyes but his claws only broke on impact. That didn't stop him from clawing at his face and helmet, snarling like a rabid animal.

“Filthy demon!” Kozu growled then grabbed him by the back of his neck and pried him off his face.

He grabbed him by the hair with one hand, holding his hands behind his back with another and held a blessed blade to his neck.

“Any last words?” Kozu says as his warriors stepped forward once the others moved to attack.

“I have a few.” All of their attention turned to Lloyd and Zane who was standing still behind him, eyes an eerie gold, just like Lloyd's overcasted ones.

Lloyd casted those eyes onto the others and their eyes also became gold with his control.

“Demonic influence.” Kozu growled behind his mouthpiece.

“Kai. Nya.” Lloyd says and they used their powers together, creating a huge cloud of steam, filling the room.

Kozu quickly drew his sword but cut thin air. There was the sound of multiple flapping before he rushed forward to the nearest window, hopping out and allowing his cape to morph into large, white stone wings. He looked around but the demons were nowhere in sight. He couldn't sense them anywhere.

“Mark my words, Nobles of the Underworld. I will keep Ninjago City free from your evil.” He growled lowly.

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“We could have handled it.” Nya says then winced as Kai took care of the wound on her side that wouldn't be healing anytime soon.

Stupid fucking blessed blades.

“Yeah? Wait until Wu hears about this. Then Kozu will get what's coming to him.” Cole huffed between bites as he stress ate.

“Was using your princely powers necessary?” Zane murmured from where he was lounging on the couch, head resting in Jay's lap as he counted his loot, the sack of valuables nearby.

What? You thought he'd leave it?

“Are- are you fucking kidding me Zane?” Lloyd says turning to him from where he was standing by the door. “You could have been killed if I hadn't. You all could have been!” He yelled at him then growled as he turned away again.

“It was my fault. I shouldn't have let us go to that fucking penthouse. I shouldn't have let us stayed that long.” He whispered as he looked down.

“Look. We all decided to go. This isn't on you alone.” Nya says as Kai bandaged her up.

“Quit the fucking melodrama. You're sounding like a fucking Warrior or a Droid.” Morro says as he walked into the room. “Look, for all our fathers have been talking about the Generals, this is the first time we came across one. Warriors and droids we know. Generals? Not at all. Of course it'll go badly. But we have experience now. Those fuckers won't get us next time.” He swore, already planning revenge.

His dark green eyes burned with the need for vengeance.

“No-one fucks with me and gets away with it…”

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(Ah! Finally wrote a fic with mah boi Kozu involved! I've actually just queued this since I finished it pretty late but I really love this au and all the beautiful art made for it! I thought: since the ninja are demons... Why not make the Overlord, Lord and the Stone Warriors along with the Nindroids be basically this au's version of angels? By the way, Morro also has the power to control demons since in this au he is the biological son of Wu. His just looks as if he possessed them. Ah. That's all I can think to add for now. I hope you guys liked it!)

[nakamoto-papoyaki]

Rainy Day

i really love the rain and was feelin soft so i just spent the whole day thinking of what it would like to be with taeyong on a rainy day uwu. sorry this in a bit of a different format than usual, i might change it later who knows. i also might do a part 2 to this?? maybe

Genre: fluff

dark gray clouds hang overhead, seemingly moving closer to you

the sunshine attempting to slip through the seams clouds

making it an almost beautiful shade of a mix of light and dark

ah you exhale looks like rain as you stick your head out of your apartment window

just as the words leave your mouth a rain drop hits your nose causing you to flinch

filling your nose with the sweet scent of petrichor

you love the rain

the way it makes the earth smell

the way the air feels on your skin

the rain starts to fall

you decide to keep the window open to let the cool air fill your room

moving back from the window you lie back on your bed

weather like this makes you wish you had someone with you to cuddle and just have a lazy day

you text your best friend

taeyong

Y/N- ‘heyyyy’

Y/N- ‘u busy?’

instant response

taeyongie- ‘nope just got done cooking lunch for the guys’

taeyongie- ‘why whats up?’

lil uwu

Y/N- ‘its raining’

Y/N- ‘and im so lonely :(((’

taeyongie- ‘haha you want me to come over?’

Y/N- ‘yes please~’

taeyongie- ‘be there in 10 :)’

taeyong has been your best friend since you were a freshman in college, you’re both juniors now

he was the super sweet guy who sat next to you in your world studies class

your friendship started over you asking him for the notes on a day you ‘missed’ class

he was more than happy to help you

he was so charming and polite

total sweetheart with the cutest little smile that melted your heart

from then on you would talk to him everyday

he was always so happy to talk to you

nothing ever felt boring or stale hanging out with him, things just clicked

plus he loved taking care of you

momma bear

often times the members/your friends would ask if you two were dating

everytime you would go to the dorms to hang out with him and other members the both of you would be full on cuddling while carrying on conversations with everyone else

resting your head on his lap as he plays with your hair and lazily tracing your profile with his finger

sitting on his lap when you join them for dinner, most of the time him feeding you 

having yuta, johnny and ten teasing the both of you

‘awww look at mom and dad holding hands’ 

‘so whens the wedding’

‘hey! there are cHildReN present’

most nights you would spend in each others bed after falling asleep while binge watching kdramas together

neither of you saw each other anything more than friends

you hear the door to your one bedroom apartment open

‘im in here~’

taeyong appears in the archway leading into your room

dressed in a grey sweatshirt with black ripped jeans pushing his hood off his head

you can see where the rain droplets speckled over his shoulders 

his dark hair draped over his forehead just meeting at his eyebrows

holding up a plastic bag of all your favorite junk foods with the softest smile

you excitedly squeal and scoot over in your bed to make room for him

he leaves his shoes by the edge of your bed and crawls in next to you

you’ve already picked out what to watch for the next few hours

halfway through the first movie your head is already on his chest with his arm stretched around you, slowly rubbing the area in between your shoulder blades

the smell of the cool saturated air fills your room, relaxing you both

melodic pitter-patter of the rain drops hitting your window sill start to make your eyes heavy with content

you nuzzle against his chest, causing him to hum and gently place a kiss on the top of your head

;getting sleepy?’ he coos 

‘nooo’ you groan into his sweatshirt ‘i’m not sleepy’ >:(

he lets out a soft chuckle

‘okay, whatever you say’ 

you lift your head to look up at him with big doe eyes

‘hey what’s that look for? everything okay?’ he says with concern rubbing the back of your head with his thumb

‘taeyong.... ‘you trail off, ‘can i ask you something?’

‘of course you can’ starting to hear the worry in his voice

‘have you ever thought about us?’

he adjusts himself to sit up straight against your headboard

‘what do you mean?’ 

‘you know....us.....like as in more than just friends’

a pretty pink starts to creep across his cheeks

‘um...well...i-...’

‘you know what, forget it sorry if it was weird that i asked’

‘no no no, its not weird’ hurriedly responding

‘just unexpected is all’ he says rubbing the back of his neck

you look down despondently

‘taeyong....it’s fine don’t worry about it’

‘lets just get back to the movie okay?’

he looks as if hes about to say something

mouth slightly agape

but only a sigh comes out as he sinks back into the bed

he nods in agreement 

you place your head down in between the crook of his neck and shoulder

setting your ear just above his heart

able to hear his heart beating

was it this fast before? you weren’t really paying attention 

you normally commentate on the movies you watch

yelling at the protagonists for their fatal flaw and making the one mistake that drives the whole movie 

while taeyong mindlessly agrees just to give you the satisfaction

he knows how much you love being right

seeing you so passionate makes him find you 10x cuter

he cant help but smile

but right now you’re silent

not even focusing on the movie

you’re replaying his words in your head

where you stupid to think he would ever think of you as more than a friend?

you had been toying with the idea for some time now 

eating away at you, constantly making you question whether you had feelings for your best friend

maybe it wouldn’t be so bad having taeyong as a boyfriend

i mean you both already act like a couple

but what if things don’t work out? you ruin a great friendship 

is it worth trying?

by the time the second movie is over the sun is already setting

casting a yellowish glow to the world around as it still continues to rain

almost like everything is tinted sepia

you shuffle out of bed to look outside the window again

taking in the beautiful colors paired with the intoxicating smells and sounds of the evening rain, causing you to exhale taking your worries with it

taeyong joins you from behind wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder 

‘you sure you’re okay y/n?’ he asks softly

both of you are a little groggy from lying in bed

you hum sweetly placing your hand on his, locked together over your stomach

nuzzling your head against his

‘beautiful isn’t it?’ he says is amazement

‘yeah, it’s amazing how the light bounces -’

he interrupts

‘i was talking about you’ 

you turn your head to face his

‘oh wow that was cheesy, even for you’  you laughingly tease

‘hey i was serious’ he whines

‘aww im sorry, you’re so sweet taeyong’ you say reassuringly not intending to hurt his feeling, he is sensitive after all

you move in to peck him on his cheek, still held tightly by his arms

he quickly turns his head so you end up kissing his lips instead

!!!!!

‘taeyong! wha-’ you exclaim completely caught off guard breaking free from his arms

you turn to face him, your back against the windowsill

‘i said i was serious’ he giggles

you playfully punch him and laugh

but it quickly fades and your tone deepens

‘taeyong... i think i need to tell you something...’ you look down at your hands

‘hm?’ he hums playing a cute little smile across his lips

‘i think-ithinkimfallinginlovewithyou’ you rush out holding your eyes shut and clenching your fists

suddenly you feel his fingers break your grasp, intertwining his fingers with yours

you open your eyes to see the soft expression on his face

‘you’re so cute y/n, what am i going to do with you?’ he smiles pulling you closer to him into an embrace

your heart starts to flutter at the sheer thought of him feeling the same way

‘so does that mean...’ you  muffle into his shoulder

he steps back a small amount just to look at you

‘y/n, i’ve been in love with you since the moment i saw you’ he chortled

‘i just loved what we had so much i was terrified if i said something that it would scare you...’ he faltered

‘so i just cherished anytime i got to spend with you even if it meant you didn’t love me back’  he adds with a shy smile

you immediately find yourself in a dilemma

you either punch him in the arm for being so stupid for two years

or you kiss him for being so stupid for two years

you go with the latter

you take his face in between your hands, cradling his jaw with your palms

your lips connect with his, taking him by surprise

his lips are softer than you ever had imagined in your many daydreams

and they fit so perfectly against yours

the bottom of his nose rubbing against the side of yours

his mouth melts into yours, pulling you into him by your waist 

the kiss doesn’t last long but it felt like hours have passed with your lips locked slowly and passionately  

you pull away with a smile dancing across your lips looking up as his deep beautiful eyes

he lays a light kiss upon your forehead

you turn around to look back out of the window, with his arms around you once again

both of you fully absorbing the beauty of the world around you 

the decadent smell of rain 

the crisp air running across your skin

watching the wind pass through the trees

you turn your head to look at taeyong once more

the heavenly glow of light of the setting sun playing off taeyong’s sharp features

you use your hand to turn his head towards you

‘can we stay like this forever?’ you ask lost in his gaze

‘of course we can’  he smiles placing a gentle kiss on your lips

[uschi-the-listener]

Swamp Creatures

Mikal lived in a cabin on an island in the middle of a swamp, only accessible by small boats. He lived there with his two dogs, who loved him dearly and followed him everywhere, except when he needed to go off the island for supplies. He went once a month during the full moon, so the water was lighted and he could see any swamp creatures that might be lying in wait for an unwary rower.

As a child, he had been shy and sensitive, and had needed more nurturing than he had received. As a man, Mikal was a sensitive, vulnerable person, who lived on his tiny island for a reason: being among too many people at once was unbearable. He found that he had to wear uncomfortable emotional armor all the time to keep his vulnerabilities protected. So he kept his visits to town as brief and rare as possible.

One of the benefits of being sensitive and vulnerable is that a person feels feelings very deeply, both joy and sorrow, curiosity, anger, and every other emotion. Mikal’s physical senses were very acute, too. He heard things more clearly, saw things and smelled things with a sharpness unmatched by his peers, and felt heat, cold, rough, smooth, and sensual touches much more strongly and meaningfully than others. In some ways, Mikal was a sensitivity Superman.

Of course, this has a downside. Pain felt worse. Loneliness, which had always plagued him, was extremely painful. Sexuality was difficult unless he had a partner who was also sensitive and aware of how easily he could be hurt. So he rarely had sex, and when it was possible, it wasn’t always possible to completely enjoy it. On his trips into town, occasionally he would visit a widow of his acquaintance, though she was rough, crude, and not very careful of his feelings, either emotionally or physically. So his visits only happened when he was feeling unbearably pent-up and sexually needy and needed to be with a partner. It wasn’t always satisfactory or even satisfying, so it was always with some trepidation that he would approach her lonely house.

As the moon began to approach full, Mikal was increasingly aware that he needed sexual release. He woke up every morning with a throbbing erection, and even masturbating repeatedly to climax did not completely take care of the problem. This was not good. Many men would have been glad of such a rock-hard, ever-ready erection, but Mikal’s situation made it extremely uncomfortable. The last few times he’d visited old Maisie, she was not very helpful, not very glad to see him, made insulting remarks about his looks and his body, and grabbed his penis roughly and hurt him several times without meaning to, or caring very much. He didn’t want to go back, but he didn’t know anybody else in town he could have sex with on such an easy and impromptu basis. So he worried and tried to decide whether to visit her or not.

After much consideration, Mikal decided that he had to “think with his little head” and try to have decent sex with the woman so he could set it aside for another month and continue to pleasure himself in between visits. He wasn’t happy about it, but he could think of no other alternative.

So, as the moon began to rise, full, and round, and beautiful, Mikal began to anticipate what an ideal sexual encounter would be like. He loved going down on a woman and hoped she would allow that. Sometimes she did, sometimes she didn’t. He wanted to insist, but was afraid to seem too eager for fear of her mockery and teasing him by withholding that pleasure from him. He also wanted her to suck his cock. Just a little would do, because it would fuel his fantasies for a month if she did. And if he came right away, he knew his erection would last longer when he was actually penetrating her. And surely, surely, she would allow that– she always remarked on how hard, and long, and thick his cock was and how most men couldn’t make her cum merely by thrusting into her, but he did. She seemed to love it. He hoped so. He was getting a hard-on just thinking about entering her hot cunt, spreading the lips open with the tip of his penis, then shoving it deep into her. He had to stop and think about his shopping list or he wouldn’t be able to keep his jeans buttoned.

So, he fed the dogs, reminding them to “keep it safe, you two!” loaded up the boat with his trading supplies, and pushed off, grabbing the oars and rowing out into the deepest part of the swamp. He kept a sharp eye out for objects that might catch on the boat, and looked for mysterious creatures he had seen occasionally in the distance, but did not seem to be evident tonight. He could hear frogs singing their horny, territorial refrain, crickets singing for their lives, and quiet splashings and rustlings among the reeds near shore. He heard an occasional owl, but very little else. He tried not to think about Maisie because it would make sitting difficult. She was not attractive or kind or skilled or any of the things he would have wanted in a woman, but did not know how to find such a dreamlike person, so Maisie would have to do for now.

The shops in town would mostly be closed, so Mikal decided to visit Maisie first, as he usually did, so he could get the distraction of his extreme sexual need taken care of before he tried to do any shopping or trading, and see if she could put him up for the night. Sometimes she did and sometimes he had to sleep in his boat. He always came prepared for either eventuality.

Approaching her house, Mikal noticed that all the lights were on, there was music and laughter coming through the open windows, and every now and then, a crash as of glass breaking, and even more uproarious laughter, Maisie’s and a man’s. He hesitated, trying to decide whether to knock or not. After much hesitation, he thought, well, he was already here, might as well take a chance! And picked up the antique brass door knocker and banged it a few times.

He heard heavy footsteps approaching the door, and Maisie flung it open, holding a half-empty glass of wine. “Oh, it’s you. Fuck off. Get off my porch and don’t come back. I’m done with you. Just fuck off.” Mikal’s mouth dropped open as she slammed the door. He could hear her saying something to the other person in the house but couldn’t really grasp the words he was hearing, “Oh, just some swamp dude I used to know. Mr. Once-a-month Full Moon, Mr. Oh-Don’t-Hurt-Me. Mr. Careful-with-yer-teeth. I’ve had it. He’s not coming here any more. In any way! Hahahaha! You and me can have a little fun tonight, no worries!(crash, tinkle)”

Mikal shook his head and turned away to go sleep in his boat. He didn’t want to be anywhere near her, so he rowed partway out into the swamp until he could only hear the faintest suggestion of her music when the wind turned his way. He spread out his bedding and the cushions under him and prepared to try to sleep after such a painful humiliation. But his dick had other ideas and, apparently expecting the nightly ritual of stroking and lotion, rose and hardened and would not go down. Mikal sighed. He set aside any images in his head of Maisie and her crude, ugly, but up until now, available, body, and imagined the perfect woman.

She should be close to his age, but beautiful. He didn’t care what color her hair was, but it should be long, thick, and flowing. He didn’t care what color her eyes were because he was going to make her close them in ecstasy. She should be taller and thinner than Maisie, but plump and round enough to feel soft and warm and not bony. He would prefer a woman his height or shorter. He was 5′ 10″ tall. Height was not important to him. She should have large, soft breasts, a little droopy but not saggy, with big nipples. He wanted to suck those nipples and squeeze boobs that gave a little, not so firm that they wouldn’t be soft and warm and squeezable. She should have a waist, but a little belly would be good, too, so he could feel her under him when they fucked face-to-face. And she should have a round, fat ass with cheeks he could grab or pound up against: “the bigger the cushion, the better the pushin’ ” as the saying went. She should have long, muscular legs to wrap around his waist and smooth, strong arms to hold him, and strong, soft hands to stroke him. And a soft, wet mouth and a soft, wet, unshaven pussy that would grab his cock and wring it dry. He wanted a woman that loved to have sex at any time, day or night, as often as he wanted it, which was often. He wondered if such a woman existed, sighed, and finished himself off, trying, but failing, to cum outside the boat. He grabbed a roll of paper towels and mopped up.

As he was stowing the used towels in his trash bag, he happened to notice, out over the water, maybe 6 or 7 yards away, a pair of glowing, green eyes. They were coming closer. He put his hands on one of the oars, ready to push it away or whack it one if it turned out to be an alligator or something else dangerous. He yelled, “Hey!” at it, not loudly, but abruptly and loudly enough, hoping to scare it away. It stopped, but didn’t turn away, then resumed its slow swim toward his boat. He sat watching it, and warily scanned the water all around to see if it was the only one. That appeared to be the case. He continued to watch, warily, and began to make out the head that the eyes were looking out from.

It appeared to be a woman, but a woman like none he had ever seen or heard of before. Her skin was pale blue-green, almost turquoise, only duller despite the sheen of water. Her hair was long and wavy, streaming out behind her as she swam. It was a darker blue-green than her skin. Her eyes, at this range, glowed brilliant grass-green and he couldn’t see any whites, just the green glow, like a cat’s eyes. As she swam, her head bobbed up from the water and he could begin to see fine, sharp features and slightly pointed ears close to the sides of her head, and a pointed little chin beneath full, dark blue lips. Her nose was slightly pointed and the nostrils flared as she saw him looking at her. He continued to be wary, but was also intrigued and wondered if she had noticed what he was doing only a few minutes ago.

And she smiled. Her teeth were not blue. They were white, and her canines were a little long and pointed, but not unattractively. She was smiling and nodding, and she continued to approach the boat. As she drew nearer, he moved back toward the other gunwale on the opposite side of the boat, and carefully leaned away, still holding the oar. And remembered suddenly that his jeans were unzipped and his tool was probably hanging out, dripping. Looking down, he saw that what he had feared was true, and reached down to cover himself, glancing up to see her looking at his penis with great interest. Just the brush of her gaze started an erection again, and he was both embarrassed and turned on. She smiled again and licked her full lips, vaulting up out of the water and resting her hands on the far gunwale, elbows straight, large, slightly pendulous blue-green breasts naked to his gaze. Big, blue, hard nipples. A yearning gaze on her face. She pulled herself neatly into the boat, barely rocking it, and grabbed his hand, the one covering his turgid cock. She gave him an inquiring look as though to ask if she could see.

Dumbfounded, he let her. He moved his hand and she touched it. It bobbed up at her and she giggled a watery, unearthly giggle, smiled up at him, and nodded, again with an inquiring look. He shrugged, not really knowing what she wanted. What she wanted was for him to take his jeans off so she could have better access. So, somewhat under the spell of surprise, sensuality, and curiosity, he complied, and stuffed them under the seat in the bow, not really looking where they landed.

Mikal noticed, as she moved closer, that she was not a mermaid. No fish-tail, no scales, no seaweed. Bushy green pubic hair, curly and damp, surrounded what could only be a normal- but blue-green- vagina. His cock bobbed again and became almost painfully hard, and he could feel his balls pulling up closer to his body. She began very gently stroking and smoothing the skin of his hard member, palming the head and spreading the juicy pre-cum around until his cock was wet and he could feel a slight breeze on it. His hard-on surged even harder, and in a swift movement, the swamp woman ducked her head and swallowed it, then rose and did it again. She paused and licked up and down the sides and the little bit of skin just under the head, where she flicked her tongue back and forth, then slid her hot, wet mouth down over his cock again, all the way to the base. This time, when she came up for air, she held his balls in her hand, gently tickling them, and gently suckled each of them, one by one, in her warm, wet mouth. He gasped and could barely stand it, so she again began tonguing the head of his cock, and then in an increasingly fast and faster rhythm, began bobbing her whole head, mouth around his cock, until he could stand it no more, and could feel his orgasm begin. Cum rushed out of him and she didn’t stop, didn’t pause, didn’t slow down. She swallowed every drop.

Shaking, twitching, sweating, and limp, Mikal fell back and sat with his back against the gunwale, bare legs stretched out in front of him. He was still panting and twitching when she moved to the middle of the boat, lay down, spread her legs, and pointed at her obviously dripping and slightly swollen pussy. He could see just the tip of a bluish clitoris peeping out from between her mound of pubic hair. The opening of her vagina looked slick and wet, and he could see the lips parting as she pointed and gestured. She rubbed her clit and then slid a finger inside her cunt and rubbed the juice on her fingers around her clit again. His cock twitched a little, but lay still. So he did what he had been wanting to do, anyway: He pulled off his shirt, leaned over, lay on his belly, and stuck his tongue where he hoped his cock would go later, right between her juicy labia and into her eager snatch.

She gasped, sighed, and grabbed his hair. He looked up, and she looked with pleading eyes, slowly licked her lips, then nodded enthusiastically, her eyes going wide. Suddenly, he felt energized. He slid his tongue up and down her folds, parting her with his fingers and slowly licking every inch of her beautiful, strange blue cunt. He stuffed the tip of his tongue inside her. He licked all the way around her clitoris, which was growing, a little hard bean, juicy and stiff, and twitching and throbbing as he came nearer and nearer, licking her juices, oddly not in the least fishy or swampy, but with a slightly spicy, lemony flavor and smell. As he licked up and down and around, he gently, slowly, approached her pussy with his longest finger and slowly, gently, slid it inside her pussy, which immediately fluttered, grabbed the finger, and squeezed. He pressed upward, finding her g-spot while he licked her hard little clit. She moaned. She writhed. He licked faster, licked harder, licked her clit and felt it harden and flatten as she gave out a deep moan from her gut, pulled his hair, and her whole pelvis began to rock while her cunt squeezed and released, squeezed and released, grabbed and pulled his finger deeper into her dripping slit. He also groaned and noticed that he was fully erect again.

He quickly, but carefully, disengaged his finger from her rocking pelvis, and grabbed her ample ass in both hands, found the dripping wet hole in her center with the sensitive head of his pulsing cock, and pushed his way deep into her hot, soaking cunt. Which immediately spasmed around him and she cried out and wrapped her long, blue-green legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into her, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him down on top of her. He thrust deep into her, hearing his skin slapping against hers as he pounded into her, hard and fast, as she cried out and moaned and pleaded in some strange swamp language, pulling him ever deeper into her core with her strong, long legs. He could feel the cum rising out of his balls again, and with a great shout, emptied himself into her throbbing, spasming pussy as they rocked together on his bedding in the bottom of the boat. Her legs slipped limply from his waist, and she reached down and touched her wet crotch and grinned up at him. He rolled off her and squeezed himself up close next to her on his blankets and looked into her smiling eyes, noticing that they did, indeed, have whites after all.

As their panting and twitching began to subside, she began to stir, rolled over, and got up on her hands and knees, rounded, broad ass up in the air. She looked over her shoulder, then raised her hands, pulled her ass cheeks apart, and then made a beckoning motion with one hand toward her tight little hairless anus.

He looked at her, astonished. She grinned slyly, slapped her ass cheek, and made the same gesture again. Even more obvious, she quickly spat on her fingers, and rubbed the spit right on her asshole in quick circles. Mikal thought he would never have a boner again, but he discovered that he was wrong. He could see her asshole gently opening to him, and didn’t need to be asked twice.

First, Mikal spat on his own fingers, and gently pushed one into her tiny, welcoming orifice, she gasped a little, then smiled and nodded over her shoulder, and he put another finger in. She made a slight frown of impatience, reached around, grabbed his cock, and pulled it right up between her cheeks, gesturing again. He stopped briefly to rub spit on his once-again rock-hard erection, then carefully placed just the head into her tight little asshole. And suddenly, she pushed back, her tight ass enveloping his member deep inside her hot, almost unbearably tight cavern. She pulled back, then again pushed her ass onto him and encouraged him with her rocking motions, to keep going, keep going. And he did. She wanted it harder, faster, and he did, tight though this orifice was, he fucked her ass deeply, strongly, and could feel her panting, and beginning to shake and cry out in a deep, groaning, powerful orgasm. He had thought h e didn’t have anything left in him to shoot, but he could feel the tightening and the inevitablility of his own climax approaching. When it did, it was the most powerful, shattering orgasm he had ever had in his life. He came and came and came, and if he hadn’t been holding onto her beautiful alien ass, and on his knees already, he would have fallen out of the boat and drowned. They both came for what seemed like a slice of forever, then she collapsed forward, and he, spent, slowly collapsed onto her back, his finally finished penis, sliding limply out of her, leaving a trail of wetness down her ass cheek and her blue-green thigh.

Both lay panting and shaking and whimpering for several minutes. He groped nearby for a bottle of water and the paper towels. She waved away both and he cracked the lid and drank the bottle of water in almost a single gulp and reached for another. He heard her strange giggle and looked into her sparkling, glowing green eyes. She seemed to be regaining strength while he could barely sit up.

And with that, she sat up briskly and grinned her white-toothed grin at him, gave an odd little wave, and slid over the side of the boat into the swamp. He gasped and shook his head in dismay and beckoned her to come back, but she shook her head, still grinning, and pointed to the moon. He nodded, defeated, and sat back, falling fast asleep, naked and sweating, propped up against the gunwale and snoring slightly with his mouth open.

As dawn broke, Mikal woke up. He felt sore and sticky and for a moment couldn’t remember where he was, and when he remembered, couldn’t remember why he was moored in the middle of the lake. He vaguely remembered something good had happened under the moon last night, despite Maisie’s deliberate humilation, then remembered the blue-green woman. He scratched his head, then scratched his balls and wondered if it had all been a dream. He had no answers, but his cock was unusually red for this time of day, and he still felt worn out. He thought that maybe it was all a dream, and looked around in case he had messed up his bedding by cumming in it, over and over, in his sleep. Nope, no sign of that. He felt relieved. Then noticed something lying across his old olive drab blanket and picked it up. A long, damp, wavy, blue-green hair. In astonishment, he looked around him, saw nothing unusual, and stowed the hair in the pocket of his jeans, which were hopelessly wrinkled and stuffed under the seat in the bow of the boat.

Mikal remembered the whole point of the trip, which was to get laid and do his shopping and trading. He felt as though walking was going to be an interesting experience, but couldn’t put it off any longer. So he pulled up his little anchor and rowed to shore. He went about his shopping and trading as expeditiously as he could, loaded up his boat, and began to row toward home. He had stayed away for most of the day, but it was not dark yet, so he went back to town and into the nearby bar that he knew grilled fish and burgers and fries and had a brief menu, and ordered a meal with a couple of beers on the side, which he enjoyed and discovered that he was very hungry, and ordered more. He finished that, then sat over another beer while he relaxed and felt good, though tired and a little chafed. At last, he could put it off no longer. The sun was setting and he wanted to get back to his dogs and unpack the things he had come for.

As he pushed off, and thoughts of the blue-green swamp woman came into his mind, his cock started to twitch and stiffen a little and he thought, ohmygod, not again! But yes, he was getting yet another erection, just thinking about her beauty and how she tasted, and her eagerness to find pleasure and share it with him. He sighed. He had interpreted her gesture at the moon to mean that he would only see her at the full of the moon. He sighed again and kept rowing.

When he reached the middle of the swamp, the moon was rising, just past full, and he glanced at it resentfully. Then noticed it was not the only light. Two green eyes were swimming toward the boat. As they came nearer and nearer, he saw that it was the same woman, grinning in her eagerness. She pushed herself up out of the water at the gunwale, pointed to the moon, rubbed her crotch, and pointed at his. And kept pointing until he had unzipped his jeans and allowed his already stiff cock to spring out, pointing directly at her.

At this, Mikal pointed to his chest and said, “Mikal. My name is Mikal.” She looked at him questioningly, then grinned, pointed at him, and said something that sounded like, “Mwa-Ka.” He smiled, nodded, and pointed at her, with a question as clear as he could make it on his face. She rose up again, pointed to herself, and, as she was reaching for his rapidly stiffening member, whispered, “Ooooshi. Ma wala Ooooshi.” He repeated after her, “Ooooooooshi,” and she giggled, nodded, grinned, and abruptly swallowed his cock.

The moon continued to rise, as did Mikal.

[thebritishblabbermouth]

Ruthless Tranquillity

Oh my gosh! So here it is! The first oneshot for one of my very first exo requests! (Not to worry...the other requests will be answered with soon :) ) 

The scenario requested was as follows: Chanyeol has returned home from tour and he misses you so he pretends to be ill to get to you come over to him but really he just wants to make love and cuddle <3

Such a sweet request and Channie is such a sweetheart! Loved writing it :) I hope you enjoy reading it :) @hingchung

‘’And that is why students, the answer to this question is 3pi/29.’’ Said Professor Seong Lee, his mellow voice hinting at the tiniest trace of excitement. He had just reached the answer to what was known to be an exceedingly complicated calculus question. ‘’Does everyone understand?’’ he continued, removing his glasses from the bridge of his nose. The lecture theatre, initially filled with silence erupted into a low cacophony of mumbles and groans as his students desperately tried to rub their eyes to attentiveness. Friday calculus lectures at 4 pm were the worst. Period. However, amongst these mumbles was the shrill of the dishonourable text alert. Now normal teachers, wouldn’t care so much for the error. Simply ignoring it as an accidental mistake and continuing to teach their respective subjects. However Seong lee was not a normal teacher. He was the type to hunt the crowd in every afternoon lecture, feeding his brain with back bench slackers, lecture snap chatters and his personal favourite- cell phone callers. It was a well-known fact how aggressive he could get with his punishments, often forcing students to attend extra classes over the weekends if they were caught with any sort of device in their feeble hands.

Usually, I’d pay no attention to the victim of his repetitive disciplinary talks, pitying the student for a brief moment only to slump onto the table and enjoy the little break from all that maths. But today was another story entirely, how was I to pity another student when it was my phone that had decided to erupt into noise? After all, the string of 15 text messages my boyfriend had decided to leave me, were sure to cause quite a ruckus.

I could see Seong Lee coming towards me. The infamous smirk sprawled across his face as he made his way to the middle of the lecture hall. Oh Boy was I done for. It wasn’t like my phone was a regular rule breaker. On the contrary, it had never before decided to make itself known in any lecture however today, it had obviously decided to be a rebel.

‘’That phone better find its way to my desk in the next 10 seconds miss.’’ Whispered Seong Lee.

‘’Yes…Yes Sir…right away Sir.’’ I replied, gathering my own voice from the pits of my throat as I fumbled and stood from my desk. I could feel at least 50 eyes on my back as I made my way to the front of the class, each pair holding a sympathising look.

‘’Now then…where were we?’’ Said Seong Lee. At least this time he’d decided to let his anger pass. It wasn’t long before the bell rang, the gruelling two hours of continuous calculus had finally come to an end. The lecturer, picking up his books, walked out of the class without a look our way as bags were zipped up and chairs tucked into their desks.

I meekly walked towards the front and picked up my phone only to have 50 text messages scream at me from the notifications bar. Chanyeol.

Jagi…I am not well :(

Jagi…where are you?

Help me please

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to talk to you again….I am not well…

Jagi? Please help! No one’s at home!

50 text messages laced with the same tone of worry, each one made me shake in fear. Chanyeol needed help and I was too busy with calculus! He had come home from his tour two days ago and we’d spent the time entwined in each other on my double bed. Boxes of take-out and pizza along with cases of rental moves sprawled across the floor. It must’ve been the Chinese food…I knew there was something off in that Stir Fry Tofu. I grabbed my bag from my desk and ran out of the theatre, worry etched on my forehead.

‘’Channie! Where are you! Oh my gosh I am so sorry…I had class, Seong Lee took my phone!‘’ I yelled, trying to locate my boyfriend in the heaps of trash that surrounded my apartment.

‘’Chanyeol where are-…Yeol?’’ I said, walking into our bedroom to find him spread-eagled on the mattress, channel surfing on the flat screen TV.

‘’Jagi!’’ He beamed, his face lightening up as he saw me. ‘’You’re finally here!’’ He said, sitting up and raising his arms to offer me a hug.

‘’You said you weren’t well! What’s wrong!’’ I replied, the worry in my voice rising as I scanned his body for signs of distress.

‘’Oh….um….about that…I am fine. I just really missed you is all…I haven’t seen you in 4 months because of the tour and-‘’ he said, his eyes downcast as he rubbed the back of his neck with his palm.

‘’Park Chanyeol. You mean to tell me that you sent me 50 text messages, got my phone taken away by my lecturer, made me run like Bolt all the way home with my hair a mess because I didn’t have time to search for a hair tie….only because you missed me?’’ I questioned, my tone lowering in octaves as I climbed onto the middle of the bed, sitting myself down on his tracksuit covered thighs.

‘’Yes.’’ He said, sheepishly, his eyes struggling to meet mine. What was I supposed to do with this man? I thought to myself. ‘’But I didn’t know it would be so much work! And who’s this professor of yours? How dare he not let you reply to my texts?’’ He urged on, trying to distract me from the topic at hand.

‘’Yah! Was two days in bed doing nothing not enough for you! I was in class!’’ I retorted, bringing my hands to thread through his hair.

‘’I’d never get enough of you Jagi…’’ he said, confidence returning as he pulled me into his frame.

‘’You’re lucky I love you Park Chanyeol.’’ I replied, no longer able to hold my anger at his cheekiness.

‘’and I love you Jagi….infact, I’d like to show you just how much.’’ He said, his hand slipping inside my t-shirt as his face dipped into my nape, pressing kisses into the sensitive flesh.

‘’I think Id like that very much but Channie there are things we need to do! I need to clean the apartment and finish this calculus homework and-‘’ I mumbled, trying my best to fight of his ministrations.

‘’Later Jagi…’’he whispered into my skin

‘’But Yeol, what about the-‘’ I continued, teasing him as I raked my hands through his scalp.

‘’LATER’’ he growled when he realised I was just messing around and I began to giggle at his neediness. ‘’Maybe after a weekend of this and cuddles we can think about work…’’ he said smiling at me

‘’Chanyeol!’’ I replied, my small fists hitting his biceps, enticing laughter from his soul.

‘’I love you too Jagi.’’ He said, kissing me senseless.

[hellomissmabel]

Fever (Exotic prologue)

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Bucky x siren!reader, Steve x siren!reader and Tony x siren!reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, abuse (physical, mental and sexual), guns and death threats

Word count: 3.5k

Summary:  Someone sneaks a wounded woman into the Tower.

A/N: I was supposed to catch up on some work but instead I started writing this fic.

Series masterlist can be found here

DAY ONE

Monday evening, 11 p.m.

The security system identified unfamiliar movement. The alarm did not go off nor did the other security measures alert Tony of any suspicious activity at the tower and it wasn’t until all the lights went on simultaneously, thus waking up every resident formerly asleep, that the Avengers for the first time noticed something was off. The security cameras and sensors had picked up on a foreign entity located near Tony’s lab, so he decided that since he was the first one up he might as well go check it out himself. But nothing could’ve prepared him for what was waiting at the far end of the corridor, tucked away in a dark, quiet corner.

She’s in a foetal position, her body wrapped in a thin white sheet that barely reaches the curve of her ass. She’s shivering from head to toe, her breathing shallow as she’s obviously in a great deal of pain. Tony can easily make out the several cuts and bruises that adorn her body through the thin fabric, not an inch of skin that doesn’t colour a nasty black, blue or purple. That is, apart from the angry red and sensitive skin of her thighs and Tony shudders at the hidden implication of these particular injuries. All of a sudden it’s as if he’s glued to the spot.

The others come shortly after Tony finds her and Steve is the first to run towards her aid immediately after his eyes take in the dishevelled state of her figure. She recoils at his touch, her eyes screwed shut as she refuses to look at him.

“Hey,” he says softly, “you don’t have to be afraid. My name is Steve. You’re safe now.”

After the initial shock subsides, Tony joins Steve and the girl. “Who brought you here?,” Tony  inquires quietly, looking back and forth between Steve, the rest of the team now gathering around them and the girl quivering in front of him.

“You need to see a doctor. May I?,” Steve queries when she does not reply to Tony’s initial question.

She doesn’t say anything, her only acknowledgement a small nod of her head.

“There is no point in arguing, she needs to be looked after first, questions can always be asked and answered later,” he says, turning to Tony as he speaks. Steve then picks her up in his arms and starts to carry her towards the med bay. It doesn’t go unnoticed how the girl tenses up almost instantly from the sudden close physical contact and he can’t help but feel the pressure in his chest rise at the unpleasant insinuations that run through his mind as the realisation hits him point blank.

DAY 11

Steve’s POV

It’s been ten days since we found her and every day doctor Cho tells me the same thing, she doesn’t respond to anyone. Her vitals are stable but she has no will to fight, the life in her slowly fading away as each day she grows weaker and weaker. She asks me if I don’t want to give it a try, the girl might respond to me since I was the first person to reach out to her. I say I will do my best but can’t make any promises I won’t be able to keep.

Tony sits by her side day and night, like a watchdog, barking at anyone without clearance or authority who dares come near her. He does of course make an exception for the team and we often find ourselves praying that one day soon she’ll wake up. He’s committed to her welfare and I don’t think he ever sleeps, the memory still fresh in his mind, in all of our minds. He doesn’t talk much about it but we all feel the same way, unable to shake off the image of this poor girl beaten to pulp and left for dead in the middle of the night.

Or maybe not the latter, since they brought her to the tower and therefore must’ve known we would help her, do everything in our power to heal her. Tony’s been wrecking his brain at how on earth it is possible that somebody hacked into his security system and did so entirely undetected. But I believe the most important question remains, who are we dealing with?

Bruce often reads to her convinced it will stimulate her brain and help her process what’s happened. Doctor Cho encourages this, explaining that it will give her the hope she needs to keep fighting for her life. Nat likes to pay her a visit as well but never really comes close to her bed and usually just watches the others trying to interact with her.

I like to think Wanda and Pietro are the highlight of her day, if she has any sense whatsoever of what’s going on around her. Wanda puts on some jazzy music and together with her brother she’s often spotted twirling to the intoxicating rhythm, her cheerful laughter and Pietro’s clumsy dance moves lightening up the mood. Other nurses occasionally chime in and soon enough it’s a party, loosening up even Tony’s frown. Their positivity is what keeps me going. I normally just hold her hand and hope for the best.

Her chart lies in front of me and I’m afraid to look at it. Doctor Cho has already given me a quick head’s up about what to expect but that won’t make it any easier. Her blood pressure is exponentially elevated and she has a couple peculiar substances in her blood. I quickly scan the words for additional information about her blood work and notice the doctor has also requested a rape kit.

I swallow thickly and move on to the next page. Apparently most of her injuries on her upper body go back as far as 4, maybe 5 years. As for her lower body, most of them date back approximately 6 to 7 years which leads to believe she’s been held captive for 7 years and perhaps even longer. I try to suppress the bile that’s working its way up the back of my throat, who knows what’s she’s been through? No wonder she has lost every ounce of fight in her.

DAY 18

Tony’s POV

One more week passes before doctor Cho decides it’s time to wake her up from her induced coma. I wanted to be there the entire time but she wouldn’t let me, told me the girl needed some more rest and that she would send for me when the time is ready. It has been the worst two hours of my life so far. Steve’s expression pretty much says it all. There’s so much hurt, sadness, anger, disgust and so on so forth that’s been keeping us busy for 18 consecutive fucking days. We’re all still shaken up by what we’ve seen and heard from the good doctor. This girl’s been through hell and back, I can tell you that much.

“You can come see her now.”

Those six words is all it takes to break the chain of thoughts eating away at me and I’m speeding off towards her with Steve walking closely behind me. I expected to see her in the same vegetative state she’s been in for the past 17 days, but I never would’ve guessed this. She’s sitting upright in her hospital bed, trying to swallow down a spoon of absolutely revolting vanilla pudding that secretly contains a bunch of pain meds, just in case the patient refuses to take any and believe me when I say many have done so before, the Avengers never cutting back on their infamous stubbornness.

We lock eyes and for a minute I’m completely and utterly dumbfounded because holy mother of God, she’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. Her tousled brunette hair falls just past her shoulders and her eyes are the colour of a sundown over the Atlantic, the most intense golden-blue hue I’ve ever had the privilege of laying my eyes on. From that moment on I know she’s got me hooked.

DAY 23

Nat’s POV

She’s been awake for 5 days now and we still don’t have a clue, although her fingerprints gave us some more information about who she is. What happened to her remains a mystery as her lips are sealed tight. I don’t know if it’s because she’s frightened, if she’s suppressing her memories or if it’s something else entirely but my gut feeling tells me something is seriously off about this girl. The way her eyes always find Steve’s, the way she’s got Tony wrapped around her finger even though she doesn’t do anything particularly special. It’s as if somehow by an inexplicable law of attraction they find themselves drawn to her. It only repulses me more.

“She grew up in a military family,” Fury announces, his voice carrying the weight of the world and stressing the gravity of the situation. “Her mother was a highly valued and respected lieutenant corporal who died of cancer shortly after her daughter went missing. Her father served under his wife as a warrant officer and died of a gunshot wound. The shooter was never apprehended.”

“Her mother was a lieutenant corporal and her father a warrant officer? That’s an interesting combination,” Tony uttered, clearly impressed with her mother’s credentials.

“As I said,” Fury replied in his typical stern manner, “Military family. Born and raised on an army base until her father died and her mother got taken ill.”

“What do we know about her disappearance?,” Steve asks Fury, eyes pensive and with a troubled expression. It’s all he ever wears these days. Steve’s wrecked and I’m afraid he’ll crack under the pressure. This girl makes him tick. She got under his skin and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing. “It says here she went missing almost 10 years ago.”

Fury clears his throat. “That is correct, Captain. Y/N Y/L/N was last seen going to a local pharmacy to retrieve a prescription for her mother’s medication.”

DAY 30

Tony’s POV

Her voice is a little hoarse when she speaks, but it’s a heavenly sound nonetheless. She’s switched to more solid nutrition and finally feels at ease in her new surroundings, although she still doesn’t trust many. She actually only trusts Steve and me, or so I thought.

“Thank you,” she croaks when I hand her the ugly Christmas sweater I’ve been meaning to give her for a while now. It’s a dark green, a colour that suits her well I believe, with Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer up front. She quickly pulls it over her head and sighs deeply and contently at the warmth it brings her.

The corners of her lips tug upwards into a grateful little smile and I can’t help but feel overjoyed. I have come to care a lot for this girl and I can’t let her out of my sight without knowing she’s alright. The same applies to Steve and by the way her watchful gaze follows his every movement, even when he isn’t looking, I am a 100% certain she takes a fancy to him.

“Thank you,” she repeats, cupping my cheek with her hand. I’m momentarily startled and she looks funnily at me, searching my eyes for any sign of repulsion. It’s the first contact she’s ever initiated and I’m surprised it’s towards me. She seems to recognise my disbelief and quickly drops her hand back in her lap, looking a little bit lost and it’s almost as if she’s sad the moment’s gone so soon.

“You’re welcome, love.”

Bruce is eager to know how she’s doing and I can tell she recognises his voice and has started to enjoy his presence. In time she’ll learn to warm up to him. And Nat, well, Nat was initially a more tricky question. Of all the others, Nat keeps herself at bay the most and it raises my suspicions yet I never talk to her about it.

“Y/N, what would you say if I told you you’re being discharged tomorrow?” My voice sounds way too giddy for my liking and I quickly turn it down a notch, seeing the twinkle in her lovely eyes fade away at my obvious cheerfulness. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“I – I,” she stutters and I can see her mind frantically searching for the right words to express her feelings. I take her hand in mine and she looks straight at me with a fearful expression. She doesn’t pull her hand away like she did the first time I tried to comfort her after a particularly distressing nightmare. It was the second day of her reawakening and the darkness in her eyes alerted me that she wasn’t quite ready for a lot of physical contact just yet. She’s come a long way, her fingers holding tightly onto my hand, afraid I’ll let her go. This time her panic is directed towards an entirely different objective.

“Where will I stay?,” she whispers softly and my heart breaks a little more. She truly believes her time at the tower, her time with us has come to an end and I’ll send her off someplace far removed from here.

“You can have your own room if you’d like.” She nods quickly at this, the idea appealing to her, spurring me on in my quest to keep her safe and sheltered but with enough freedom of her own. “It’s right next to Steve’s room, so if there’s anything, and I mean anything at all, he’ll be right there,” I assure her although I think I convinced her as soon as I mentioned Steve’s name.

“Okay,” is all she says but to me it’s the most delightful word in the whole wide world at the moment.

“I’ll go tell Steve the good news,” I reply and lean a bit closer to place a chaste kiss to her temple. When she releases my hand, I notice a shift in the atmosphere yet I can’t put my finger on it. It isn’t until I’ve reached the door and turn around to give her my final goodbye that I see it. The monitor stopped detecting any activity. Her heart stopped beating.

Yet she’s sitting on the edge of the hospital bed looking just as surprised as me.

“So, medically speaking, she’s dead?,” Steve inquires, unsure of how to put the current situation into words. “But by some miracle, she’s not?”

Doctor Cho sighs and I’m under the impression that she’s highly uncomfortable being scrutinised by the team’s expectant gaze, almost demanding an answer from her straightaway. “Mister Rogers, I have no logical explanation that will fully cover what has transpired yesterday.”

“Has any of you even considered asking her about this?,” Nat asks and her voice is dripping with mocked disbelief. “Really? The though never crossed your minds? Let’s go see her now!,” she exclaims and marches towards the door but before she can reach out to open it, she’s stopped short by Steve.

He’s in full Captain mode, towering over her and even I have to admit it’s a little intimidating. He clears his throat before speaking sternly, the temperature in the room dropping below zero, his blue eyes cold and calculated. “If you dare even come near her, agent Romanoff, I swear to God – ”

“You don’t have shit on me, Captain,” she hisses, cutting him off mid-sentence. “She can’t be trusted.”

Steve scoffs at her, anger radiating off of him in thick waves. “How do you know? You’ve never even bothered talking to her,” he snarls, taking a step closer until they’re almost chest to chest.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your staring contest,” Bruce interjects as he crosses his arms over his chest, “But do you hear that too?”

It’s a faint sound yet reaches the Avengers’ ears effortlessly, a stunning singing voice drawing all attention back to the young girl in the hospital room. Her voice is exhilarating in the low notes and like an epiphany in the higher ones. It’s unclear which song she is singing, but at this point the men don’t mind. Steve, Tony, Clint, Sam,… all of them find themselves staring intently at the girl on the other side of the glass. Every man except Bruce, who exchanged a curious look with Nat, confirming her suspicions that she is in fact a siren.

Bucky’s POV

“Soldat,” the Komandir exclaims, his voice like nails on a chalk board. “Where is she? Where did you take the siren?”

I stare blankly at him, not even blinking an eye. He can’t know that around midnight, when the password and codes to the facility change automatically, there’s a small window of mere seconds that certain doors remain unlocked, waiting for the code to be reprogrammed. Through one of those doors we escaped last night.

With a monotone voice I deny any culpability. “The siren is still in her private quarters, Komandir.”

“No she is not,” he sneers while waving an angry hand at a woman standing behind me in the shadows. “Raegan, где сирена? вы сказали мне, что она не в своей комнате.” (Raegan, where is the siren? You told me she isn’t in her room.)

The white-haired woman nods, her stern tone in stark contrast with her soft looks. “Я услышал, как замок захлопнул дверь в полночь. Кто-то открыл дверь и вытащил ее.” (I heard the lock to her door click open at midnight. Someone opened her door and carried her out.)

“Она была в сознании?” (She was conscious?)

Shaking her head, she points to me with an accusing look. “Он отвел ее к ним.” (He took her to them)

“You took her to your old pal, Captain America, didn’t you, Soldat?,” the Komandir sneers as he takes out his gun and cocks the handle, getting ready to chase a bullet through the young woman as he knows bullets will not harm me the slightest. “Such a stupid move, Soldat. And now she will have to pay for your mistake.”

“Не стреляй в нее, командир.” (Do not shoot her komandir.)

Andrei enters the room and with one sentence silences the Komandir. “Raegan is far too valuable to waste her life on a bullet. Just wipe the Soldat and he will comply again.”

“Actually,” you blonde pipes up as she takes a step forward towards Andrei. “I believe that the more you erase the Soldat’s memories, the more rebellious he will become. And even though it a setback for our cause, the presence of the siren amongst the Avengers might not be an entirely bad thing. Sirens in Greek mythology were hideous creatures, but Y/N is not. They will see her as a wounded bird rather than the vulture she really is.”

The Komandir scoffs and takes a fistful of her hair, pulling hard at her scalp and yanking her towards him before throwing her down at Andrei’s feet. “She is lying! Солдат и ее вместе работают над этим.” (The soldier and her are working together on this.)

Andrei merely looks at her with curious eyes as she speaks and I almost forget she is his lover rather than just another one of his minions. “Perhaps you are right, my sweet Raegan. Maybe the good Captain will fall for her and we have an agent on the inside. But for now, the Soldat shall just be put into cryo again. That is the safest choice.”

She nods as Andrei cups her face and caresses her cheek, pushing her aside as he steps away towards the exit. Raegan stays down on the ground, head down, listening to Andrei giving the Komandir some further orders to prepare to freeze me again. My heart sinks and my teeth clench at the thought, but then I see her gaze at me with fierce eyes, mouthing something in her best Russian.

“Вы можете поблагодарить меня позже.” (You can thank me later.)

“Я тоже могу спасти,” I mumble back under my breath. (I can save you too.)

“Не тратьте на меня дыхание. Я этого не ценю. У тебя мое сердце. Теперь иди.” (Don't waste your breath on me. I am not worth it. You have my heart. Now go.)

How I picture Raegan:

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[angelixii]

1-140 (anything you haven't answered already) - Felix

Oh, hello! Thanks for the ask!! 💕

3 fears - Spiders (I get frightened when I think about them) heights (slightly) and the public (anything like murder, kidnapped, ya know stupid people)

 3 Things I love - Music, Idols, and animals

 2 Turns on - ig Hats (like snapbacks) and glasses

 2 Turns off - oof I don’t really know.. ig self absorbed or a fudge boy

 My best friend - C: @straykids-sk (wuv you)

 How tall am I - 5′2

 What do I miss right now - My cat that passed away :c (her name was P.J)

 Favourite color - Blue, red, and sometimes green

 Do I have a crush - no not really

 Favourite place - my home

 What am I listening to right now - theres a website called asoftmurmur.com and it has noises like rain or waves and stuff like that

 Shoe size - pretty sure 10 in US womens

 Eye color - brown

 Hair color - light-ish brown

 Meaning behind my URL - I chose Felix cause hes my bias wrecker and hes angelic C:

 Favourite song - Theres like a million but 5SOS’s She Looks So Perfect wil always be a favorite (idk why)

 Favourite band - Ill just chose Stray Kids cause I don’t wanna write them all out

 How I feel right now - kinda tired but ig ok

 Someone I love - Ill say my best fren Georgia (@straykids-sk) cause i wuv her

 My current relationship status - single and i kinda wanna stay that way for a while

  My relationship with my parents - We all live in the same house and its just us (I have one other sister but she moved out. But shes here a lot tho) and we all get along well

 Favorite season - probably Spring c:

 Tattoos and piercing I have - none and I don’t really want any

 Tattoos and piercing I want - ^^^

The reasons I joined Tumblr - Georgia wanted me to and I thought it would be fun (I was right c:)

 Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? - no :/

 Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? - oh heel no she my best fren I would never

 How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? - when I have school like 20 minutes at max

 Have you shaved your legs in the past three days? - I did today

 Where am I right now? - at my house on my laptop c:

 Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? - reasonable level cause I’ve always had ear problems and they are sensitive (even tho I always have my earbuds in)

 Do I live with my Mom and Dad? - yup

 Am I excited for anything? - not that I can think of no

 Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? - nope :/

 How often do I wear a fake smile? - not THAT often

 If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? - oooof I don’t think I could answer that question

 What do I think about most? - probably k-pop

 Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? - Definitely behind

 What was the last lie I told? - It was kinda a joke but “i’ll do it because im the good child”

 Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? - Eh depends on who it is but facetiming/video chatting

 Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? - ghosts kinda and aliens, I mean sure we’ve barely discovered space, who knows whats out there

 Do I believe in magic? - sometimes yeah

 Do I believe in luck? - I mean yeah

 What’s the weather like right now?- theres nothing really going on

 What was the last book I’ve read? - uhhhhhh fully on my own (not in class)? The Maze Runner Scorch Trials

 Do I have any nicknames? - Kassadoodle, Kassidilla, Kassy

 Do I spend money or save it? - I’m trying to save as much as I can rn in my little money jar c:

 Can I touch my nose with a tounge? - nah

 Favourite animal? - Lions and Fennec Foxes

 What was I doing last night at 12 AM? - uhhh im pretty sure saying goodbye to Georgia on video chat

 What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? - oo um I cant really think of one rn :/

 What is my favorite word? - yeet

 My top 5 blogs on tumblr (not in any order)

@honeylixs

@zoxsu

@tinyfigureskater

@stray-kids-dork

@straykidsmate

 If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? - I probably wouldn’t say anything cause im shy and afraid people would judge me on what I say c:

 Do I have any relatives in jail? -not that I know of

What is my current desktop picture? - a pic of Bts

Had sex? Bought condoms? Gotten pregnant? Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? Had job? Smoked weed? Smoked cigarettes? Drank alcohol?

no to ALL those questions C:

Am I a vegetarian/vegan? - nope don’t think I could ever

Been overweight? - …

Been underweight? - no.

Gotten my heart broken? - nah

Been to prom? - nope

Been in airplane? - nope and I never want to really

Learned another language? - I take required (cause im one of the more intelligent kids in school. I know shocker right?) Spanish classes in school but im on summer break so I dont remember any c:

Wore make up?- nope

Dyed my hair? - nope

Had a surgery? - plenty of ear surgery and had my tonsils removed

Met someone famous? - nope

Stalked someone on a social network? - nope

Been fishing? - no but my dad has always wanted to take me and it sounds kinda fun

Been rejected by a crush? - nope never really had one and if I did I would never have the guts

What do I want for birthday? - ooo idk but i have to wait till next year anyway cause its already passed

Do I like my handwriting? - sometimes when my hand cooperates

Where do I want to live when older? - with my girl Georgia

Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? - nope ima good child (yeah ok suuureee)

What I’m really bad at - running :/

What my greatest achievments are - managing to keep straight A’s and I dont even study cause im online so

The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me - “u bird cage” - Georgia c;

What I’d do if I won in a lottery - ooooooooof idk

What do I like about myself - uhhhhh heh ig my hair or eyes/eyelashes

My closest Tumblr friend - Georgia (yes I do know her irl but shes honestly the closet tumblr friend I have so)

Any question you’d like? - hmm idk

Are you outgoing or shy? - definitely shy, unless with people im close to then quite crazy

What kind of people are you attracted to? - funny, cute and nice people

Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? - hA no

Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? - kinda

Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? - oof idk

What does the most recent text that you sent say? “ohhhh no XDD” (sent to Georgia)

What are your 5 favorite songs right now? - (I already answered this question and don’t wanna answer again)

Do you like it when people play with your hair? - yes I love when freinds at school did (once we were watching a movie in Spanish and my friend next to me was playing with my hair and I almost fell asleep heh)

Do you think there is life on other planets? - totally

Do you like bubble baths? - I haven’t had one in forever

Do you like your neighbors? - only one cause I think im related to them somehow or they are to like my uncle

Where would you like to travel? - out of this hell hole country c:

Favorite part of your daily routine? - checking my tumblr and stanning talent

What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? - stomach

What do you do when you wake up? - check my notifications on my phone

Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? - I wish it was more tan than it is (im quite pale)

Do you ever want to get married? - yeah

If your hair long enough for a pony tail? - yes but I hate pony tails so I never do it (I used to all the time as a kid)

Would you rather live without TV or music? - I rarely watch t.v anymore and listen to music almost all day so

Have you ever liked someone and never told them? - I mean yeah

What are your favorite stores to shop in? - I dont really have one for clothes but I do like Walmart

Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? - I mean sometimes

Do you smile at strangers? - If the smile at me first yeah

Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? - not that I can remember no

Ever wished you were someone else? - no (as much as I hate myself no)

Favorite makeup brand? - son;t wear any so I dont got one

Last thing you ate? - a Reese cup

Ever won a competition? For what? - not a big one I can remeber no

Ever been in love? - c:

Facebook or Twitter? - dont have a fb and i barely use twitter anymore but twitter

Twitter or Tumblr? - DEFINITELy tumblr

Are you watching tv right now? - i mean its always on for bg noise and light so ig so

What color are your towels? - all kinds of colors

Favorite ice cream flavor? - either Strawberry with out the strawberries or cookie dough

First person you talked to today? - my mom

Last person you talked to today? - Georgia

Name a person you hate? - C: theres too many

Name a person you love? - once again, theres too many

Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? - C: theres too many

Do you tan a lot? - I barely go outside so thats a no

Have any pets? - too many

Do you type fast? - I mean kinda yeah

Do you regret anything from your past? - everything XD

Ever broken someone’s heart? - I highly doubt it

Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? - C:

Is cheating ever okay? - hell no

Do you believe in true love? - I mean sure

What your zodiac sign? - Pisces

Do you believe in ghosts? - why is this question on here twice?

Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? (via catscuddlingandyou) - “…but not at all overwhelming, the balance of the different fragrances was subtle and flawless.” Twilight - Breaking Dawn (Do NOt ask me why thats the closest book its not mine and ive never read it and i NEVER plan on it)

oof that took like two hours heh.. its now currently 2:18am. and im very tired

but thanks for the ask anyway love! Im sorry for the wait! I was busy today. But im probably going to go to bed now