#unwritten fics game

[fandomsandfairytales]

I know it's a pretty old post, but if you're still doing it -- "Finrod finding out that humans (and dwarves) die and having a minor breakdown/existential crisis" for the unwritten fics game?

Thank you so much for sending in an ask for the unwritten fics game!! :D it's definitely not too late or too old of a post!

(Sorry I couldn't get to your ask for a few days, life's been busy.)

So, this was partially inspired by chapter 34 of a Silm fic called "The Harrowing" in which there is a discussion about mortality and Finrod is there. It's not centered around or focused on Finrod, but it made me think about what would happen when he figured out that the Secondborn die.

My initial thought was, "Well, I'm sure he'd be very upset about it," and then it spiraled into this vague outline of a fic, where he somehow finds out about it from Bëor and his immediate reaction is to have that minor breakdown/existential crisis. He would then recover enough to try to reassure Bëor that it's fine, he's fine, he just needs a little time adjusting to the idea.

But then he'd go semi-neurotic trying to make sure that everyone in this human community he's been bonding with stays alive. Stuff like making sure nobody stays outside in the cold for too long, or eats anything that might make them sick, or even falls over. Basically, he ends up treating them all like glass and Bëor observes this with mixed amusement and annoyance until the last straw happens (I haven't come up with what exactly that straw is, but probably Finrod freaking out over a human doing something completely innocuous that he thinks could be dangerous to them). So Bëor has an intervention and says to him something along the lines of, “dude. you can’t keep doing this. everyone’s starting to get fed up with you. all of us humans are going to die one day because of sickness or old age or whatever and it’s just gonna happen and you can’t do anything about it so take a chill pill.” And then Finrod has a full-on breakdown over it, sobbing and hugging him, and Bëor’s just there patting him on the back and wondering what he can say and finally, finally Finrod pulls himself together and Bëor’s like “better now? you know, this means we have to treasure the present” and Finrod goes “yeah, I can see that” with a watery laugh and then they get up and move on, and there are no more incidents of Finrod trying desperately to prevent any possible cause of death (besides what would be normal measures for humans to keep themselves safe).

The general mood of the fic would be humorous yet heartwarming. When a vague plot started to take shape, I was imagining that Finrod would keep freaking out over more and more ridiculous things, to the point that it would almost be a crack fic, but I decided I would really want to keep the emotional points. After all, it would have to start off in a rather emotional place, and it would make sense to end it there too; there would have to be some resolution.

If I do ever write it, I don't think it would be more than a oneshot, and I'm not sure how well I'd be able to balance the lightheartedness with the heaviness. But I'd like to give it a try at some point! Even if it never gets fully fleshed out, I can still hang onto the headcanon that this was Finrod's reaction to finding out about mortality. XD

Thank you again for the ask!

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Link to my not-yet-written/unwritten fics here.

[aardwoof]

every time i see fanart of dave covered in scars i get a little giddy like yes!!! that boy is traumatized!!!!!

i may be a little fucked in the head i think

[fcntasmas]

fuck it friday tagged by @renecdote & @mellaithwen and probably a lot of other people throughout the past month i just have not been on rip i'm sorry

anyway here's the last thing i wrote for the moments fic a while back. it's still sitting at like 30k words and unfinished rip one day. ONE DAY

Buck says, “It’s kind of crazy how you know it down to the second.” Eddie wants to reply, I know it down to the breaths you didn’t take. Buck says, “I don’t think I’d be able to keep that straight, I mean. In the middle of the chaos.” Eddie wants to reply, It was the silence, loud in the absence of your heartbeat. That made it easy to count up. Buck says, “It’s such a depressing detail to remember, I guess. Why hold onto it?” Eddie wants to reply, Where am I supposed to put it down? Instead, he looks at Buck and smiles. “I don’t get to choose what sticks,” he says, tapping at his temple. “You memorize meteorite trajectories. I memorize time.”

tagging uh @capseycartwright, @littlespoonevan, @nymika-arts, @barbiediaz, @bieddiediaz and literally idk aNYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO SHARE SOMETHING TODAY just say i tagged you ok bye

[nevertheblood]

trick or treat!! Give me something good to eat!! or else

hi hi hello :D thank you sm for the ask!!

I will take this opportunity to throw some points from my unwritten skk omegaverse fic at you~~

some extremely vague stormbringer spoilers contained within, I did check you'd read it before writing all this lol, also !!NSFW!

(I'm sorry it's so long and also that it's bullet points 😢 but maybe getting it out like this will make me... actually write the thing... it's been sat in my head since 2022... 👀)

Dazai is an alpha. he presents incredibly young (like 13-14), and the sudden pressure and upheaval to his hormones (essentially going through puberty squared, two sets of intense changes at the same time) contributes to his suicidal feelings. as a result, he never quite gets to grips with his identity and constantly feels like he's never really at home in his own body

when the events of canon kick off, and Dazai is taken in by Mori after an attempt, Mori makes sure to keep him close and under his watch at all times, seeing a young and unstable alpha as a major threat to his leadership of the port mafia

when Chuuya shows up, both Mori and Dazai are utterly convinced he will also be an alpha. he's harbouring a lot of aggression and he's gravitated towards leadership even at a young age... it seems natural.

however, Chuuya surprises everyone, even Dazai, by ending up as an omega, and going into his first (intense) heat age 18

he's with Dazai at the time, who was fairly sure he was already used to dealing with Hormonal Bullshit since he'd presented so young, but Chuuya blindsides him. fighting his instincts that scream at him to take Chuuya where they stand, to make him his, he helps his partner home; and despite Chuuya's begging, refuses to fuck him before they can talk it out while they're both lucid.

It’s not that he’s never thought of Chuuya like this before. They’re both teenagers, after all, and Chuuya has been startlingly beautiful since the day he first kicked Dazai through several walls back in Suribachi. But this Chuuya... this Chuuya is raw sexual energy, body burning with it, everything in him driving towards one single act. It’d be... it’d be easy, like this, right? To take Chuuya like this when he’s flushed and desperate and wet, when he’s almost begging for it, already hard and rutting against Dazai’s thigh? Wouldn’t it be so easy to fuck him against the wall of one of those warehouses just there, that slim, pretty body taking Dazai’s cock like he was made for it? But Chuuya isn’t himself, like this. He’s barely even lucid. If Dazai took advantage now, Chuuya would never trust him again, and Dazai would never, ever, forgive himself. Chuuya is his partner. They work well together, in spite of their mutual misgivings, and Dazai absolutely needs – and wants – Chuuya to trust him more than he needs to get his dick wet.

Dazai has to leave Chuuya at his apartment and head to Bar Lupin to clear his head. he makes sure Chuuya has food and water but he can't do much more than that, not trusting that he won't lose control under the onslaught of Chuuya's new and overwhelming pheromones. it frightens him - he's always the one in control, the clearheaded one, the one with a plan. Chuuya's often had the capacity to surprise him, and that's why he's always privately held his partner in such high esteem, but Chuuya's never shocked him like this, and Dazai is still barely just eighteen and doesn't know how to deal with any of it.

Chuuya, later, when his first heat has cleared and he's taken stock of what's happened, is of course pissed the hell off that Dazai left him alone to suffer again. this is post-stormbringer, and Chuuya's still not sure he's wholly forgiven Dazai for everything.

they get into an argument about it. it's messy. but in the end, Dazai has to concede Chuuya's point - he should have known Chuuya would be willing to trust him with the vulnerability of his heat. Chuuya's trusted him with his most vulnerable state, with Corruption, at least twice at this stage. isn't it an insult to that trust for Dazai not to rely on Chuuya too?

they make a promise to spend Chuuya's next heats together. I have some more nsfw ideas for this but they are not fully formed so I will share them at a later date 👀

the main key thing is that Dazai's scent is smoke. Chuuya compares it to a gun that's just gone off, sharp and metallic and, for Chuuya, tinged with adrenaline. (Akutagawa compares it to the time he saw a warehouse burn down in the slums; burnt metal and blood. Atsushi would say it's a hearthfire, warm and smoky and like home. Neither of them are wrong.)

Chuuya's scent is lavender. He hates it, at first, feels like a constant reminder of his secondary gender, a reminder that omegas are supposed to be delicate, soft, weaker. Even worse, when he's in heat, his scent turns sweeter, almost sickly. Dazai says he tastes like parma violets, just to tease, and it pisses Chuuya off. It doesn't fit him. But then, Dazai's the same, isn't he? Dealing with the heavy mantle of a secondary gender that doesn't fit him, dealing with the weight of responsibility in the mafia so young. as always, their differences and similarities draw them closer in equal measure.

when they become bonded mates, Dazai's smoke scent turns a little more floral; maybe a little pot-pourri, a rose-garden slashed and burned, acrid and sweet at the same time. in turn, Chuuya's scent becomes more smoky, almost exactly like lavender incense. it drives Dazai crazy, that this change is so stark - that anyone who can sense Chuuya's scent will know he belongs to Dazai and vice versa.

ANGST TIME BELOW (abt dazai leaving the mafia)

dazai leaves the scene after oda dies and goes back home. there's blood on his hands. he tries to wash it in the bathroom sink but it's seeped into the bandages and it won't come off. chuuya is there, bc at this point they're a bonded pair and they live in each others pockets.

chuuya says "come to bed?" dazai says "in a minute. I need to clean up." "jeez," chuuya says, noticing him face on for the first time, "you look like shit. what happened to your bandages?" "got blood on them," dazai says. he doesn't bother to elaborate. it's obviously not his and he's still not fully processed that it's oda's. "you're always so messy, idiot." chuuya's scolding is half hearted and dazai barely hears it anyway. "don't take too long, okay?" he kisses the heel of dazai's palm, where the bandages have come away and blood still stains the skin, pinkish. when he's gone, dazai just stares in the mirror. he feels like he's going insane. or, well. more insane. chuuya is supposed to be his mate, his partner, his other half - but he hadn't seemed to notice that anything was wrong at all. like dazai hadn't just watched his best friend - probably his only friend - die in his arms. it's a little bit scary. has he always covered shit up, buried it down, masked it all....this well? all the time? it hadn't mattered to chuuya whose blood it was in the sink. maybe once it wouldn't have mattered to dazai, either. 'be on the side that helps people', oda had told him. he can't stay here. he can't stay here, and no one understands. not even chuuya. while chuuya sleeps, dazai searches online what happens if you break a mate-bond. if you even can. he feels unravelled, in a literal sense, bloodstained bandages gone, forearms bare in the glow of the laptop screen. chuuya is only wearing a loose shirt to sleep in, and the mark where his shoulder meets his neck is visible in stark detail. the science says a traumatic event could be enough to disrupt an established bond. dazai has to get out. he plants the car bomb. hopes it's enough.

four years later, when dazai finds himself chained in an all-too-familiar basement room, he catches an all-too-familiar floral scent before he hears the all-too-familiar footsteps on the stairs. his first thought is "well, fuck." his second thought is "at least it's only lavender. maybe we were able to sever the connection after all." but when chuuya's in the room with him, it's impossible not to notice the way he's grown his hair to hide the right side of his neck. the scent of burning incense - the smoky overtones that dazai can't help but recognise as his own. his body knows before his mind has caught up to know what's happening, even after years apart, every instinct and nerve ending screaming in recognition. his mind goes wild for a second, just a second before he brings himself back under control, but it's long enough. lavender incense. the scent of a mate. partner. every cell in dazai's body calling out; mine mine mine all mine; mate partner lover oh god chuuya. there's no mistaking it. chuuya is still, for want of any better word, his. and he's standing there, smirking like he's got several years of payback due at once. well, fuck.

[jamiesfootball]

15 and 16 for the unwritten game!

I picked two wips at random

15. Do you have any unwritten scene that you think about a lot?

At the end of Part 1 of Secret Nap Club, when Roy and Jamie agree to being in some sort of committed platonic relationship with each other (neither of them knows what that's called, it's fine). It's just a really sweet, sort of silly scene where Jamie has been out loud figuring things out for like a few chapters (mostly in that HR meeting) while Roy has been quietly processing in the background for months before he gets to the point of bringing it up.

Also Jamie gets to meet the actual childhood teddy bear that Roy has been hiding from him this whole time?!

Jamie Shark could have had a friend!!

16. Is there any written scene that you think about a lot?

I have a conversation about coaching between Roy and Nate that comes up at the end of OGYGGIYHNBGL that I think about A LOT in terms of how both of them have grown and what they might need in their future

From this ask game

[charliemcavoyjr]

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Hello!!! Youre gonna get somethign of a 2-in-1 because I want to talk about my baby that was born from the seeds of another baby of mine: the girl logan au (otherwise known as The Hetwood) (Come up with and nurtured as a joint baby of @colors-of-feeling and myself)

The girl logan au was, I would say loosely inspired, at least in my mind, by a fic idea I had so long ago that I to this day just call Girl Max. I still add to and listen to the playlist me and a friend made for it to this day. Both of these came from me making girl edits of them and going "I could give you a story".

The premise of the Girl Max is quite simple. An AU where everything for the most part is exactly the same, except Max is a girl (and maybe a little bit of a slut). Her dad still sucks, she's still kicking ass, and her boyfriend is a bit of a dirtbag, but shes having a good time with her new teammate that has had a hero worship crush on her for quite some time. Often times we find ourselves asking "what implications does this have for girl max"

Much like the girl max, the girl logan au follows the general cannon of the universe, except logan is a girl (and not that much of a slut. shes shy.) Technically, this fic is something partially written, and has so much that will most likely end up on the cutting room floor if it becomes published in any capacity, because it has become such an expansive thing. Weve invented babies in this universe. Ive drawn a timeline. Maybe some day she will see the light of day.

Apparently you know youve made it as a blorbo when I hit you with the woman beam and then feel so crazy that I want to write a universe about it.

[zentriii]

3🫵6🫵16🫵18🫵

why r u askin me in blood red who did u kill who's next

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

i wanna say souped up onigiri bc of the length + larger than typical cast but that feels like cheating bc i wrote almost all of it last year and the theme of this ask game is ao3 wrapped lol so instead i shall say neon hoodies !!! shit got real in there and despite being more self-indulgent than i usually prefer – i'm proud of how it came out <3

6. Favorite title you used

the void has been trying to contact you, please leave a message after the beep – my longest title by far but it's so fucking funny to me ! in my defense the prompt was l'appel du vide / the call of the void :3 [technically they pick up that call multiple times but we don't need to talk about how i deviated from my original plans shhh]

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

fluff !!!!! i fear it's become My Thing this year [i say, like this isn't the first year i've written fic regularly–]

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

easily bokuto [as seen by the distinct lack of bokuto in chasing unwritten lines – a fic meant to be about bokuto!!] he's silly and unserious, but quite emotionally intelligent and smart, and sometimes things fly over his head and– he's just not my specialist little guy, i don't know him well enough to walk that line 😔

ask game !

[rexxdjarin]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💙💙

Hi Ezzie!!!! I absolutely love this idea. Here are my five faves I’ve written. It’s SO hard to choose but I think these have a special place in my heart:

Captain’s Log - the fic that started it all. I was driven to write this by the simple question of what was Rex doing post order 66 and why was he so far removed by the time of Rebels? And then…what if he had just a wonderful incredible dedicated loyal romantic partner. And this fic was born. I deal with trauma, loss, ptsd, political drama, angst, moral/ethical war discussions etc. this fic has everything i wish the shows could’ve really explored and I’m so so proud of it. It’s still not done and I’ve been going through too much rn to pick it up again but I’ll get there. I promise 🥺🥺💙

Unwritten - ahhh the prequel to captain’s log and the exploration of the love story unfolding between Rex and the reader of captain’s log, my oc, Mari. It’s still early but I have SO much planned for this. I want everyone to love Mari as much as I do and as much as Rex does. I love getting to write a love story developing AND getting to include all the other boys too🤭

No Shame - this is a one shot I wrote based on the same song by The Weeknd. It’s a wolffe x reader smut fic but I’m immensely proud of this fic. To date it might be the best thing I’ve ever written and I LOVE getting to write Wolffe in a more developed nuanced way that makes him so much more emotionally developed than just being grumpy. He’s got a real pure golden heart in there and this fic really gets to prove that. AND the spice is truly so good. Like I can’t believe I wrote this good.

Afflictions - this is my empire era 30 year old Boba Fett smutty fic and god I LOVE him. He’s such an angsty asshole at this age and writing him as sexy and frustrated and kind of a jerk you can’t help but fall for was SO fun. And the reader (who I eventually made into my OC Teza Kirso) is such a spitfire devilishly daring thing who I love so much. She’s just as much a little asshole as Boba and I LOVE how they make each other fucking NUTS. I will get to their story soon too🫣

Out of Our Element - this is my most recent fic and I fucking LOVED writing it. It’s wolffe during the captains log events with my twi’lek oc zeeta and god these two 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 I’ve never really written switch dynamics or a bi character before but I’m SO thrilled with how this came out. The pull between these two is magnetic electric shocking spicy I’m fucking obsessed with them now.

[fandomsandfairytales]

For the unwritten fics game - the terrifying sons of Fëanor and the baseball AU!

(Also you have to divide tags up into five per paragraph now, two of them didn't go through.)

Thank you for letting me know about the dividing tags!! I just updated the post, so hopefully they've all gone through now.

These descriptions got kinda long so I put them under a cut XD

Terrifying sons of Fëanor

This was largely (to my memory) inspired by reading in The Silmarillion about how Maedhros was scary and intimidating to the point that orcs fled from him in fear, and just reading about how people were fearful of the Fëanorians in battle in general.

This was one of the quotes I was thinking of from The Silm:

“Maedhros did deeds of surpassing valour, and the Orcs fled before his face; for since his torment upon Thangorodrim his spirit burned like a white fire within, and he was as one that returns from the dead.”

And also this:

"[Maedhros'] body recovered from his torment and became hale, but the shadow of his pain was in his heart; and he lived to wield his sword with left hand more deadly than his right had been."

I also recalled Maglor killing Uldor for betraying them in the Nirnaeth, and the epithet "Celegorm the Cruel." In my running list of ideas, I wrote the following down when I came up with the overall idea:

A story (or stories?) where we get to see how epically *terrifying* the Noldor are in battle. Please. I need to read about Maedhros being terrifying to any orcs crossing his path and scaring anyone around him. I need to hear Maglor softly whispering “Nelyo?” and see the battle-light fade from his brother’s eyes. I need to hear Maglor shrieking and his voice horrible and awful, ringing off the walls, sharp and overpowering with Song. I need to see Celegorm on the hunt, fierce and feral. I need to read about Caranthir, face and countenance as black as his hair, any hint of redness gone from his pale face (or, conversely, his face dark with color). I need to read about Curufin with crazy weapons, designed to be deadly, and he is terrifyingly, freakily calm as he strides across the battlefield, knowing even a tiny slice of his knife will cause an enemy to bleed out. I need to read about Ambarussa, cunning and sly and how nobody should ever, ever underestimate them as they work in a pair to drive their enemies back, orcs and elves alike. I need it. (It could be 7 chapters. Maybe 8, if I wanted to do each of the Ambarussa)

I think it would be intense and it could easily end up quite dark if I wanted to go that direction (I don't really want to, however), and I have the feeling I'd need to do some research. But I haven't read anything quite like it before and I would enjoy writing it and reading it later, I think. Each chapter could be a compilation of moments in battle, from the viewpoints of other characters—perhaps one or two from a brother and then others from enemies. If I write it, it might be pretty short, but I like the idea of expanding further on each individual sub-idea I wrote down.

Baseball AU

This was partly inspired by seeing something on Twitter about season 1 Rings of Power* and how Elrond's cloak/outfit had runes with Eärendil's name on it, and someone made a joke about how it's the equivalent of a sports jersey. (I really thought I took a screenshot of it, and I searched in like 5 different possible folders for it for about 10 minutes but couldn't find it, so if I ever stumble across it again I'll add it to this post.) Also, from a quick Google searching, apparently TheOneRing.net has an article analyzing the cloak, if anyone's interested.

(Update: I FOUND IT!!! It was this tweet. I don't think I screenshotted it, but I happened upon a response I had made in a Discord server to someone posting the tweet.)

Anyway, I was so amused by the idea that I drew a little picture of a baseball jersey with "Eärendilion" on the back, along with the number 8. (I liked the idea of incorporating both Elrond's biological and adopted family into the design.)

And then—this is where my memory gets a little hazy—I think later on in the summer, my family had baseball on the TV in the background, and one of the teams playing was the Seattle Mariners. I had either just been rereading The Silm (bc I did that last summer) or had been recently on Tumblr scrolling through Silm stuff or somehow remembered my Eärendilion sports jersey design. In any case, I had The Silm on my mind and noticed the baseball team and went to myself "hey. HEY. Mariners. Like Eärendil, get it?" and thought it was hilarious. I decided that if they ever had baseball teams in Valinor or Middle-Earth or wherever, they'd definitely have a Mariners team.

It didn't really go anywhere from there until earlier this year, when I came up with "Finwë Park," a play on Fenway Park (the Red Sox baseball team's stadium), and that amused me as well. I kept thinking that it would be cool to do more with this idea, especially with plays on names both in The Silm and in real life, but didn't have any more ideas until tonight, when we were once again watching baseball. I remembered a few fics I've read that are essentially sports commentaries, and that made me think "hey. I could probably write that. I think." And then went "well, hmmm, I feel like with a baseball game it would be less interesting because you have to *imagine* these things happening, seeing or hearing it is a lot more interesting than reading, and if you don't know baseball well it might get kinda boring....WAIT. WHAT IF...what if I made a podfic. Of sports commentary for a Silm characters baseball game. I could totally get sound clips of crowd noise and baseballs being caught and hit from online, and I could change the pitch on my voice so it's lower or higher to differentiate between commentators....oh heck yeah. This now sounds really fun."

I feel like this would take a while to get together (both the writing and the podfic), but I would want to release the text and audio at the same time. Summer is the prime time for baseball, so I'm going to try to pay more attention to baseball games over the next couple months and see what I can come up with!

Thank you so so much for the ask :D (especially for one of the unwritten fics that I came up with most of the ideas for literally tonight, lol)

Link to my not-yet-written/unwritten fics here.

*I am neither a ROP supporter or hater, I'm a...neutral and kinda "meh" party, interested enough to hear about where it goes but not interested enough to really get into it and develop strong opinions. I've heard plenty on both sides. I didn't really want to get into it in this post since that was not the point here XD

[happi-tree]

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Hihihi, lovebird!!! Hope you had a beautiful day 💗💗💗

I did end up scrolling through my personal archives for this and going back to my bnha roots just for you <3 This concept was a fave of mine, and while I didn't write an actual fic for it, I did write a plot summary-type thing along with some bullet points. Hope you enjoy a little Momojirou!

It’s a rite of passage for the Yaoyorozu family once a child turns fifteen to head a successful infiltration mission - the higher the stakes, the more respect the young Yaoyorozu will earn from their future subordinates. Knowing this, Yaoyorozu Momo sets her sights on infiltrating Yuuei High School - one of the most revered and protected institutions in Japan - for the duration of three full years. Momo’s quite literally been preparing for this for her entire life. 

But what happens when Momo realizes she could be more than just a means to an end, the latest blossom of a tree watered in blood? What about when she’s surrounded by loving people her own age for the first time in her life, and it clicks that she’s allowed to want things for herself? That maybe, just maybe, she can save lives rather than take them? Rule with love and not fear?

As their first year goes on, both Momo and Kyoka grow to love their place within their class and genuinely care for their classmates. Feelings like these are dangerous, they know. But at least it can help make their act more convincing. 

Kyoka notices that Momo’s acting less and less every day. They know each other’s tells, they have since childhood, and Momo isn’t just pretending to play Hero anymore. 

[sexysilverstrider]

yes pokemon masters ex is a gacha game and itll always predatory but im also thankful that they are giving attention to the human characters and most of all--giving them voices

[sluttylittlewaistenthusiast]

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all the fanfics i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

ᡣ𐭩 how you can help palestine . fic recs m.list . m.list two

@gutsby

⭒ Wedded Bliss

The marriage was arranged, and the sex is deranged. Bucky is so obsessed with your pussy that he almost forgets he’s meant to be faking this whole thing—and hating it, like sworn enemies are supposed to do.

@samthemarvelfan

⭒ Bad Romance

In Brooklyn, everyone knows the unwritten rule: you don’t cross James Barnes. When you return after nearly half a decade, things are anything but the same. After the murder of your Uncle, you begin to learn that no one is who they say they are, and that you may have accidentally given your heart to a mobster; The White Wolf of Brooklyn. More dangerous than that, he’s given you his.

@anonymityisfunwriter

⭒ Two Sides of the Same Coin

⭒ You're Losing Me

Your fairytale ending is crumbling before your eyes. You don't know how to love someone who can't tell you're dying. You fear you're fading away, begging him to do someone, say something, choose something. You fear he won't be able to resuscitate you this time. This time, he's losing you.

⭒ Alone Together

It was always been you and Bucky, alone together, you'd say. But suddenly, you're just alone.

⭒ Uptown Girl and the Brooklyn Boy

Everyone knows that all any Uptown Girl needs is a Greaser from Brooklyn to make her forget all about her uptown world.

@pellucid-constellations

⭒ For the Love of the Game

Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it. 

@barnesafterglow

⭒ Friday (I'm In Love)

every day you love bucky. every friday he pretends to love you too

@sinner-as-saint

⭒ Tempestuous

With his kingdom flourishing in peace, and no threats from enemies; recently crowned King - James Buchanan Barnes sets out at sea. With his finest ship, the best crew ever recruited, and a deep desire to see whether the edge of the world truly exists; the King sets sail. Hoping to find the marvels of the ocean, to find beauty and magic even; however he ends up finding a fiery soul – one he cannot get enough of. But then again, no love story is ever perfect, is it? 

⭒ Ruin

You work at a café owned by your family, close to your uni. And most of your days are pretty laid back and calm, but that is until you catch the eye of the mob boss. Your cute skirts and soft sweaters make him weak. Your innocence captivates him. And he wants you, badly. He wants you in his bed, wants his hand under those cute little skirts… he wants to ruin you. 

⭒ A Sweeter Place

Years after a messy break-up, and now seeking stability, infamous mob boss James Buchanan Barnes finds himself reunited with an old flame of his. Instant guilt and regret wash over him when he finds out that his reckless ways back then, changed an innocent girl’s life forever. 

⭒ You're No Saint

Steve and Bucky have been friends since they were young boys. They are inseparable, so naturally when you married Steve you were aware that Bucky came along with him. Every event, every vacation, even as the best man at your wedding - Bucky was always there, alongside you and Steve. He was one of your best friends as well, so you’ve never thought of him in a sexual way, ever. That is until one certain night, when you see something you’re not supposed to and you like it a little too much. You deny your desire towards Bucky, but Steve knows you better than anyone. He knows what you want and need, and he’s determined to fulfil your fantasy; because what his wife wants, she gets. 

⭒ Run For Your Life

He was away from the city for a while, chasing after some bastards who betrayed him. But the traitors were no longer breathing now and Bucky Barnes was finally able to come home to the city he ruled. Mostly, he was excited to come back and see his girl again. However when he got to the strip club where you worked as a waitress, he didn’t find you there. They told him you didn’t work there anymore. No one knew where you went, or why you left. Nobody even knew your real name. Now it was up to him to search the whole wide world to find a nameless girl – one he was obsessively, mindlessly in love with. 

⭒ All Yours

One of your students confess their feelings for you and things get interesting... 

@mellowsaturns  

⭒ In Losing Grip, on Sinking Ships

when the avengers pick up unusual activity, they realize that not all of hydra was destroyed. one unidentifiable face sends the team into a frenzy but bucky knows it. he could recognize those eyes anywhere.

⭒ All to Myself

after bucky finds out why you've been acting up ever since his company's party, he teaches you a lesson and remind you that you're the only one for him

@renxzs

⭒ Redemancy

Maybe it was a bit naive to think moving in with your best friend and long-time crush, Bucky Barnes, was going to be some smooth road that led to an admittance of mutual feelings for one another and a happily-ever-after ending, wrapped up nicely in a bow. Naive indeed; especially when you have to consider the fact that Bucky is the biggest womanizer you know.

@cryptidcasanova

⭒ My Devotion

The one where Bucky doesn’t take your breakup well.

⭒ Loverboy

It's the Bridgerton carriage scene, but make it mob!Bucky.

@subwaysurf45

⭒ She's Not Mad

Bucky Barnes was a known people pleaser, it was second nature to him. After meeting you and getting close you both try to navigate his eternal stressed state, working together you try your best to tone down his obsessive ways. 

@adrinktostopyourthirst

⭒ Sniper

Reluctantly, you get thrown into an assignment with Bucky and Yelena, but Bucky doesn't trust you as far as he can throw you. When he's proven to be correct, it turns out you're still a hell of a good team.

⭒ Three Hundred

Bucky always makes sure his best friend is okay, because that is what you need. He's caring, but very passive and nonchalant, because you need it. Not him. He doesn't need that. He doesn't need you. Does he?

⭒ Variant

The chaos of the multiverse is quite literally holding up a mirror to Bucky. Turns out, it's very easy to get under someone's skin when you have a universal connection to them.

⭒ Underground

The Underground is the last way for you to survive whatever is left of the world after the Blip. Natasha introduces you to the Winter Soldier whose wing you're under until you find your way around. He's a stoic Underground fighter and you're... useless.

⭒ One Shot

Bucky and you have a hard time staying away from each other. And though you try to push him away, every time he finds you again, the universe finds a new way to pull you apart.

⭒ Satisfied

Drunk sex with Bucky.

@thenhewaswrongaboutme

⭒ Your Hands Have Made Some Good Mistakes

Bucky has to spend six months locked up with a stranger.

⭒ Time Out

Need me a boy who is so needy and whiny when he cums inside for who knows how many times, and yet he still begs as soon as he's done "please, please again? I'll be good, I-I swear, I just need it so bad, just one more baby I promise–"

@bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

⭒ After All This Time

impending danger puts you and your ex, Bucky, in close quarters.

⭒ Why Are You At The Wake?

Bucky sits by your hospital bed, anxious for you to finally open your eyes. He’s got to set the record straight, and apologize for what he said before you got hurt.

⭒ The Rain Is Always Gonna Come If You're Standing With Me

A hurtful article in a low-budget gossip magazine throws your relationship with Bucky for a loop.

⭒ I Can Go Anywhere I Want, Just Not Home

Bucky doesn't talk to you anymore, and he's less than enthusiastic when he runs into you out of the blue. But when he calls from a strange phone number, the puzzle pieces fall together.

@noceurous

⭒ Get You Back

You hated that you loved Bucky Barnes, and he loved that you could not hate him.

@violentdelightsandviolentends

⭒ Honey Girl

The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your Dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.

@notafunkiller

⭒ You Were Just Mine Yesterday

It's been a while since your break up with Bucky happened, but you're still not over him. You try to move on, go out, and have fun with your friend, Steve, but you end up in the same bar you two went to often. It also just happens that Bucky is there too, with Natasha by his side. It doesn't take long for you two to end up getting into old habits.

⭒ Out Of Style

A year after your divorce, you and Bucky come face to face at your closest friends' wedding. Emotions run high, leading to a fiery confrontation that takes a detour to Bucky's hotel room, where the old flame might just reignite.

@queers-gambit

⭒ Curiousity Killed The Cat

after rescuing you from kidnappers, you overhear your boyfriend-turned-savior complain about how clingy you've become.

@cherryblossom-heart

⭒ I Loved You Once

Loving Bucky Barnes was never easy but breaking your heart seemed to come naturally to him. A love story about your heartbreak,his betrayal and a chance at redemption.

@rookthorne

⭒ Purity

Softness was a trait you unwittingly carried - the wings of a dove taking you higher and higher, elevating you in the eyes of the devil. And that devil did not want to wait any longer. It was time to collect.

⭒ His Girls

Cars were all the same to you — classics, imports, you name it, they were all the same. Well, they were, until you were nonetheless forced to visit your local mechanic and saw the man that would pique your interest in not only every single make and model of classic car, but his charming smile; the air of righteous arrogance that flowed from his tattoos, and that damned cheeky glint in his bright eyes.

⭒ Hollywood Boulevard

All it took was one night, one song - hell, one note - and you were gone for him, hook, line, and sinker. Turbulent times lay ahead, but in the afterglow of ecstasy, forced to feel emotions in such intensity for someone you’d never expect, you couldn't help but follow him anyway - he was irresistible, after all.

@boxofbonesfic

⭒ You're Gonna Give Me Six

@gogolucky13

⭒ Mean It

You and Bucky get trapped overnight in the safe house after a mission. Everything should be okay, except he's your ex and thanks to his carelessness, the situation gets a little more complicated.

@intrepidacious

⭒ Almost Believing

You and Bucky aren't exactly on speaking terms at the moment. That doesn't mean you're getting out of having to pretend to be married for a mission.

@buckybarnesdiaries

⭒ Please

Bucky needed to be spoiled.

@buckys-darling

⭒ Face The Sun

To ensure the prosperity of their two kingdoms, a determined Princess and reluctant King are to be wed. She is willing to commit, but he can’t seem to let his lover go. 

⭒ Will You Love Me Tomorrow?

You and Bucky are friends who fuck and nothing more. That’s what you’ll keep telling yourself, at least.

⭒ Electric

Flirtation has a different meaning with Bucky, and his patience doesn't last long when it comes to you.

@straywords

⭒ Kiss It Better

You’re not entirely sure your boss with the staring problem even likes you, but you’re determined to do your job either way.

@little-miss-dilf-lover

⭒ Fifteen Minutes

@bucksfucks

⭒ The Feeling's Mutual

the amount of times you and bucky have seen each other masturbating is alarmingly high. might as well do it together.

@ellemj

⭒ Bigger Than He Was

Bucky pretends to be your new man when you run into your ex in public. However, the little act of pretending sparks something inside of him that he didn't know was there.

⭒ Strawberries

Bucky, the man with a long list of girls on his roster, gets exposed to a sex pollen in the field. Will he fuck the first girl he calls or the girl he's wanted for the last two months?

⭒ Breathe

Bucky hates the way you take unnecessary risks in the field, the way you're so mesmerizing and yet so hard to work with, and he especially hates the way you get on your knees for him during a dangerous mission. Finding out how pretty you look on your knees is the last thing he needs.

⭒ Flustered | part 2

Bucky seems to thoroughly appreciate all women...except for you. When he finds out one of your weaknesses, he can't help but use it against you, which only makes you hate him more.

⭒ Inevitable

While on a mission with Sam, John Walker, and Bucky, you're the only person exposed to a sex pollen. Bucky sure as hell isn't going to let anyone else take care of you.

⭒ Blurred Lines

When choosing a female agent to send back in time to gain young Sergeant Barnes's trust, everyone's in agreement that it should be Sharon. Until Bucky, the man that you barely get along with, speaks up and lets everyone know that it could only be you.

⭒ Does It Hurt?

Bucky never would've gone out of his way to help you if he knew that HYDRA was still watching his every move, if he knew that it would shift their focus to you. When you're targeted and taken, it's his fault and he'll do anything to save you. Anything.

@viixenvi

⭒ Red

You work at a strip club and Bucky is a regular. Tonight he specifically asks for you in a private room. You never thought he'd love the color red on you so much.

@ro-is-struggling

⭒ Self Care

Bucky always seemed interested in your skin care routine, so when one day he arrives tired and drained from a mission, you take the opportunity to show him the importance and benefits of self-care.

@kinanabinks

⭒ Silent Girl

After a traumatizing event, you aren’t the friendliest or most talkative of people. Bucky understands, and in turn becomes the one person you soften your hard exterior for.

⭒ Special Girl

Being friends with benefits definitely has its perks, especially when the friend in question is as hot as Bucky Barnes - but when you're feeling insecure about the arrangement, Bucky makes it clear to you that you're more than just a friend.

@angrythingstarlight

⭒ Roommate Bucky

@wkemeup

⭒ Cold, Cold Water

While on a stakeout in the heart of Russia, Bucky learns that touch can bring something more than pain and he will willingly give himself over to the ice if it means keeping you alive.

⭒ Drunk On You

Bucky has always been nervous around you. When he’s tasked with caring for you after a night of heavy drinking and suddenly you’re kissing him, Bucky doesn’t know what to do. You couldn’t possibly want him sober, right?

⭒ Honey and Chamomile

Four cups of tea, four distinct moments in time, and each pulls you in closer beyond the walls surrounding Bucky’s heart.

⭒ Suburbia

Posing as husband and wife, you and Bucky infiltrate a quaint suburban neighborhood in search of a Hydra hacker. Perhaps if you weren’t so in love with him and he hadn’t broken your heart, the act of pretending wouldn’t hurt so much.

⭒ Eclipse

When a mission leaves you empty and broken, Bucky is determined to heal the wounds that linger deeper than the cuts on the surface. 

⭒ Back to Bourbon Street

When you’re badly injured on a mission, Bucky works desperately to keep you alive. Only, it might not be enough. 

@espinosaurusrexex

⭒ Bad Boys Don't Buy Flowers

Bucky would have never thought, he’d be chasing after a girl. Not when all of them usually fell at his feet. But when he finds himself entangled in a deal born out of a desperate argument with his assistant, he realizes there is nothing he wouldn't do for you: The independent florist who is adamantly dragging him to the homeless shelter every chance she gets. There is just one problem: Bucky doesn't know how to tell you. And the teasing from his friends is certainly not making things easier for him...

@navybrat817

⭒ Reconnect

Bucky Barnes is your best friend. You're also in love with him. After his recent breakup, the two of you get a chance to reconnect during a weeklong vacation together. Is it long enough to get your happy ending?

@dyspneagrime (wattpad & ao3)

⭒ No Privacy

You're stuck on a mission that never seems to end, in a completely destroyed studio apartment, with absolutely no privacy. And no privacy means- you haven't cum the whole time. Thing is, neither has the ancient, half-cyborg, psychopathic, hobo-lookin' asshole that you've been partnered up with.

⭒ Little Wing

The year is 1973. All Dove Rogers wanted was a relaxing summer. Just one last hoorah before being thrust into the adult life. Yet everything shifts when her new houseguest and long standing enemy- Bucky Barnes, arrives. In the thick of sun-kissed relaxation, the two of them are forced to face the awakening and burning desire growing between them.

⭒ Possessed

Margaret Everlee is a meek little thing. Living her life as a struggling artist in New York, trying to find her place in the world. That is until the formidable CEO with a dark past, James Barnes sets his sights on her. His infatuation is instantaneous, becoming a man obsessed with making her his own little doll.

@stardustdreams-andcaffeine

⭒ The Thin Line

Of one thing you were certain—Bucky Barnes hated you, and you hated him. How could you not, considering the super soldier had made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell after you had been assigned to protect him? But there was someone after Bucky from his past, and now he was forced to work alongside you to stop them. And in the process, you would find out just how thin that line was between love and hate.

@buckybabesonly

⭒ Wanna Be Yours

You are afraid to believe that someone like Bucky might actually love you back.

@lovelybucky1

⭒ Flirting and Football

@kurogxrix

⭒ Drunkenly In Love

you and Bucky ‘accidentally’ get married after a drunken game of truth or dare with the avengers.

@stxrvel

⭒ Hate Is A Strong Word

you hated Bucky and you were convinced that he hated you back. until one time he was talking to you and it started to sound... lovely? what was happening?

@kikixreverie

⭒ Its Called: Freefall

Things get heated between you and your closest friend Bucky, when you're made to play a married couple on an important mission. Neither of you can help yourselves when you end up stuck in a hotel room together, with sexual tension you could cut with a knife.

@brunchable

⭒ I Don't Want You Like A Best Friend

Bucky can't decide if the universe loves him or hates him. Maybe it loves to hate him. Maybe it's mischievous. Because he’s in love. He’s madly, deeply, painfully in love with a girl that he knows he’ll never have. Because the heavens created arguably the most perfect creature in their repertoire, dangled you in front of him for his entire life, and chose to rip you away before he had the chance to tell you how he felt.

@thyme-in-a-bubble

⭒ Just For Tonight

before you could even consider the possible consequences, a desperate request then fell from your lips, “well, what if I’m not asking you to be with me? What if it’s just for tonight? What if I’m only asking you to be with me for one night? Would you give me that?” you blinked up at him, scarcely breathing at all, “would you be mine just till the sun comes up?” 

@aquaticmercy

⭒ Sleeper

When Bucky falls in love with the antihero he’s sleeping with, he offers her a place in the Thunderbolts.

⭒ My Own Soul's Warning

You, an immortal being, falls in love with the very mortal Bucky Barnes. You would do anything for him, even if it meant you had to strike a deal with Death herself.

⭒ Breaking Point

You and Bucky had always hated each other. When Bucky gets injured during a mission, you start wondering if the hatred was just masking something else.

@skaye44

⭒ Coffee Companion

You and your friend Bucky enjoy going for coffee dates as friends. Bucky sees the names and numbers of two flirty baristas on your cups. He's jealous and wants to be the one you date, so he takes matters into his own hands.

@ultralightpoe

⭒ Juno

@elixirfromthestars

⭒ Sink Your Teeth In Me

You and Bucky are supposed to attend Sam's party on Halloween. However, when you show up to his place looking like temptation itself—he gets other ideas on how to spend the night with you.

⭒ By The Warmth Of The Oven

You are baking cookies for the Avengers holiday party when a certain super solider comes into the kitchen tipsy for the first time...

@vunblr

⭒ The Memory Remains

An unexpected encounter brings Bucky face-to-face with someone from his past, stirring memories he thought were long buried.

⭒ Roots and Branches (part 1)

Bucky has built a quiet life in the woods, content to keep the world at arm's length. But when a new neighbor moves to town, her presence ignites emotions he’s hesitant to face.

⭒ Heartwood (part 2)

After Sam’s party, Bucky begins to navigate uncharted territory as he works to balance his growing feelings and lingering insecurities in his blooming relationship.

@elvenrin

⭒ Cold Libraries Create Warmer Hearts

a reserved librarian and a history-loving student keep crossing paths in the cold library, where shared smiles and hidden glances will make them understand that burning hearts don't do well in a place that easily ignites.

[charliemcavoyjr]

📘📘📘📘📘📘

Hehe

I had to desperately try to pull something out that would shock you or be something you haven't heard of yet and it took me so long but

a fic that takes place in the first year of Rossi being in indycar, and him and Hinch becoming friends, and eventually more than that, as the season goes on. Going from passively knowing of each other to being so close theyre living in each others pockets

[ilovedthestars]

writer ask game -- 18? 28?

hey there anon!

(Fic writer asks)

18. if you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic

Ooh, i am the right person to send this one too. I keep "cuts" folders in scrivener for pretty much everything i write, so i can "delete" things by just cut-pasting them elsewhere and can always go back to old material. (I rarely do, but it makes it easier to edit when i know i could.)

In my post-SC fic, the rest is still unwritten, in which Mensah and MB watch the documentary MB created in System Collapse, there's a brief mention of footage of SecUnits in the documentary. Mensah reacts to it, but it's not elaborated on any more in the finished version. That's a shortened version of what I originally wrote, and cut because I thought it led too far in the wrong direction from where i wanted the emotional arc of that fic to go. But here's one of the older versions that I cut:

But Mensah took a sudden breath when the SecUnits flashed on screen, and glanced at me out of the corner of her eye. “That was my idea,” I said, without looking at her. “They had to know we’re dangerous.” “I understand,” she said, with a shaky exhale. “I only…wish that it hadn’t been necessary.” She stayed tense through the rest of that section, and when it transitioned into the conclusion, she said, “Ratthi warned me that it would be hard to watch. I’m aware that there’s nothing I can do to change what your past has been. But it still makes me wish I could have protected you from that.” I didn’t know how to answer her. We were both quiet for the rest of it.

28. your least favorite part of the writing process

Ugh, it's always that last bit, the editing/piecing everything together part. The way i write involves having an idea, enthusiastically dumping that idea and any other ideas it spawns into a document until i run out of words, and then trying to put all the pieces together into something coherent. The last part is always where I get stuck, sometimes indefinitely. (It's always a triumph when i manage to take something that's been stuck in that state for a while and get it to the point of being finished enough to post!)

[thesummerestsolstice]

This is for my unwritten fics game, responding to @JaztheBard's ask on "The Love of a Parent."

So, this story is very firmly about Elrond and his weird parents, none of whom are supposed to be in the world any more (M&M are dead, Earendil and Elwing are forbidden from setting foot on Arda). Of course, none of this stops Elrond's parents from wanting to be involved in his life, and making sure nothing bad happens to him.

Gil-Estel always seems to appear on the dark nights when Elrond's grief catches up to him, or when he's struggling to find hope. The birds of Lindon– and later, Rivendell– often give him things, little tokens, some of which are very obviously from Valinor. Elrond doesn't sail often, but when he does, the sea always seems to welcome him, calm and gentle. The strange, unearthly songs that seem to follow him out on the water unnerve most people, but Elrond finds them comforting. He gets caught up in orc attacks a few times, in the Second and Third Ages. Somehow, he never seems to get captured, or even badly injured. Neither he nor the people he's with really understand why. All they can remember is the smell of smoke and a flash of something that could not have been fire.

The actual plot of the story, however, is Elrond deciding to try and convince his parents (or at least, whatever is left of them) to come live with him in Rivendell. This includes, but is not limited to:

Elrond chasing a wraith (spirit? ghost? living flame?) that may or may not once have been the eldest son of Feanor through the woods

Arguments with the Valar about what constitutes fair labor practices for stars

Elrond spending a bunch of time in slightly shady dock towns tracking down rumors of a "wandering spirit" who roams the beaches

More arguments with the Valar, this time about how keeping incarnate beings (especially part-humans) from the world against their will is like, maybe kind of cruel

Several people finally getting to meet their grandchildren

A surprisingly peaceful family lunch in Rivendell's welcoming halls

[leejenowrld]

‘love me back?’ — teaser (1.7k words)

five part series coming soon!! enjoy this teaser <3 and comment to be added to the tag list

synopsis - mark lee goes from being the quiet kid at the river court to the star basketball player on campus, reigniting old tensions with his brother, jeno. as jeno's girlfriend, you're pulled into the rivalry, but it's mark who captivates you. his touch, his presence-he stirs something deep inside you that you can't shake. as the tension between the brothers grows, so does your forbidden connection with mark, forcing you to confront where your heart—and body-truly belong.

pairing - mark lee x reader

word count - five part series, 1st part 22.2k words, parts 2-5 unwritten

genre - angst, smut, fluff, strangers to lovers, forbidden love

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fic teaser warning — basketball player mark, hard dom mark, rough mark, explicit sexual content, explicit language and swearing, sexual themes, rough locker room sex with mark, reader is dominated, mark taking control and fucking reader hard against the lockers, frustration-fueled sex, possessive language, reader is handled roughly, choking, spanking, dirty talk, mark ranting about the game mid-thrust, rough and fast pace, overstimulation, intense release, and mutual exhaustion, possessive mark, sweet mark at the end though

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The whistle blows, sharp and final, cutting through the tense air of the arena. Silence falls over the crowd, the excitement replaced with disappointment as the scoreboard confirms the team’s loss. You can feel the tension radiating through the room, the hum of frustration palpable. The cheerleaders stand off to the side, their pom-poms at their sides, quiet now, their earlier energy deflated. Everyone is still, processing the defeat.

But your eyes are on Mark.

He’s standing on the court, his hands on his hips, head lowered in frustration. His shoulders are tense, and even from across the room, you can see the clench of his jaw, the sharp rise and fall of his chest as he breathes heavily. He runs a hand through his sweat-drenched hair, his expression dark as he stares down at the court floor, lost in his anger. The rest of the team is scattered around him, some muttering to themselves, others already heading off the court, but Mark lingers, his frustration visible in every muscle of his body.

The noise of the arena becomes a distant hum, the murmurs of the disappointed crowd and the shuffling of feet fading as you watch him. His dark eyes scan the court one last time before they find yours, locking on you with a look that sends a shiver down your spine. There’s a fire burning in his gaze—anger, frustration, and something deeper, something more primal. His lips part as he exhales, and without a word, he starts walking toward you, his movements tense, purposeful.

When he reaches you, his body is vibrating with pent-up energy. He leans in close, the heat radiating off him making your heart race. His breath is hot against your ear as he growls, “Locker room. Now.” There’s no room for argument, no question of what he wants. His hand brushes your waist, possessive and rough, before he pulls back, his eyes never leaving yours.

You follow him down the tunnel, the noise of the arena fading completely as the adrenaline starts to pulse through your veins. Inside the locker room, it’s eerily quiet, just the faint echo of your footsteps on the tile. The moment the door closes behind you, Mark is on you, his body pressing you into a room with a force that steals your breath.

His lips crash against yours, the kiss urgent, full of pent-up frustration and need. His mouth is demanding, rough, like he’s been waiting for this all day. The force of it slams you against the cool metal lockers, the sharp contrast between the cold surface and the heat of his body making you gasp against his lips. He devours that sound, kissing you even harder, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as if trying to dominate you completely.

You can feel the heat of his body pressing against you, and the intensity of his kiss leaves you gasping for air, but he doesn’t relent. His mouth moves against yours like he’s claiming you, each kiss deeper, more demanding than the last.

His other hand moves down, gripping your thigh as he lifts you effortlessly, positioning you against the lockers, your legs wrapping around his waist. The way he holds you—strong, possessive—sends a rush of adrenaline through your veins. His lips break away from yours, moving down your neck, leaving a trail of rough kisses and light nips that make your body tremble. You can feel how badly he wants this—how angry he is, his frustration from the game pouring into every movement.

When he thrusts into you, your walls immediately tighten around his length, the sensation making you gasp. He’s thick, stretching you to your limits, filling you up in a way that has you trembling. His cock feels impossibly long as he buries himself inside you, the fullness overwhelming. Every inch of him presses against your sensitive walls, your body responding to the way he moves, each thrust deeper, harder, more desperate. The cold metal of the lockers digs into your back, but the pain mixes with the pleasure in a way that makes you crave more.

“You gonna be good and take it all?” he growls into your ear, his voice rough, breath hot against your skin. His words send a shiver down your spine, your body arching into him as you nod, too breathless to respond.

He doesn’t wait for more confirmation. His hands move to your hips, gripping you firmly as he thrusts into you, the sensation making you gasp. He’s thick, filling you completely, and the stretch has you moaning against his shoulder. Your walls clench around him, the sensation almost overwhelming as he buries himself deep inside you, his hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm.

“Fuck,” he groans, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he starts moving, his thrusts fast and desperate. “You’re so fucking tight.”

The sound of your bodies meeting fills the locker room, the sharp slaps echoing off the tiles. His grip on your hips tightens as he fucks you harder, his frustration from the game pouring into every movement. His lips find yours again, but this time the kiss is rougher, more desperate, like he’s trying to pour all of his emotions into it.

His breath is hot against your mouth as he pulls back slightly, his forehead pressing against yours. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll feel me for days,” he growls, his voice low and possessive, his hips slamming into you harder with each word.

You can barely think, your mind clouded by the overwhelming sensation of him inside you, filling you up completely. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you hold onto him, your moans mixing with his breathless grunts as he keeps up the punishing pace.

His hand moves to your throat, his grip firm but not too tight, just enough to make you feel completely under his control. “You’re mine,” he growls, his breath coming out in hot, ragged bursts. “All fucking mine.”

The intensity in his eyes, dark with lust and anger, makes your heart race even faster. You moan his name, your body trembling as you get closer and closer to the edge, your walls tightening around him with every thrust.

He groans at your words, he’s becoming rougher, more desperate. “That’s it. That’s my girl. Taking me so well…” His voice lowers again, his lips hovering just inches from yours. “I’m not stopping until I’ve filled you up. Until you’re dripping with me.”

“Don’t stop,” you gasp, your voice barely a whisper as you cling to him. “Please, Mark, don’t stop.”

His grip tightens, his thrusts becoming erratic as he gets closer to his own release. “I’m not stopping,” he groans, his lips brushing against your ear. “Not until I’ve fucked you so hard you can’t think of anything else.”

His words send you over the edge, your body trembling as you come, your walls clenching around him so tightly that he lets out a loud, deep groan. He’s relentless, his hips slamming into you harder as he rides out your orgasm, chasing his own.

“Fuck,” he growls, his voice strained as he thrusts into you one last time, burying himself deep inside you as he comes. His body shudders against yours, his breath coming out in harsh, ragged gasps as he fills you completely.

Even as the room falls into silence, his grip on you remains tight, his body pressed firmly against yours as you both try to catch your breath. His forehead rests against yours, his lips brushing lightly against your skin as he murmurs, “You’re mine. Always.”

Mark looks effortlessly hot, his messy, sweat-dampened hair framing his face in a way that only adds to his raw, untamed appearance. His eyes are darker than usual, filled with a mix of anger and desire that sends a rush of adrenaline through you. There’s a dangerous edge in his gaze, like he’s barely holding back. His jaw clenches tightly, his lips parted just enough to let out shallow, heated breaths. His shirt clings to his toned chest, the muscles underneath straining with every movement. He’s exuding frustration from the game, but it only makes him more irresistible—the intensity of his anger feeding into the roughness with which he handles you.

His voice, usually smooth, now comes out in a breathy, low tone, full of barely contained aggression. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growls, his breath hot against your neck. His hand is rough as it grips your throat, not enough to hurt but enough to let you know he’s in control. His other hand lands a sharp slap on your ass, the sting sending a shock through your body, followed by the heat of pleasure. He doesn’t care how hard he’s pushing you against the cold, hard tiles, his movements rough and desperate. The intensity in his eyes tells you he’s past the point of gentleness.

He’s angry, his words spilling out between gritted teeth as he rants and rambles about the game, his hips thrusting harder into you with every word. “Fucking referee… biased piece of shit,” he mutters, his hand tightening briefly around your throat before loosening again. His voice is a mix of frustration and lust, his breath ragged as he keeps going, relentless. “The opposition… getting away with stupid fouls. And Jeno—” He groans in frustration, thrusting into you with more force. “Jeno was playing like shit.”

You’re barely listening, your head too foggy with pleasure, nodding and humming in agreement as his cock fills you completely. Mark is relentless, his darker gaze locked onto yours, a look of pure desire and anger mingling in his eyes. His breathy voice sends shivers down your spine, even as his hand wraps around your throat, his grip firm but not quite cutting off your air. He’s rough, uncaring of how hard he’s pushing you against the lockers or how his hand tightens momentarily around your neck.

When he slaps your ass, the sting of it only makes you moan louder, your body trembling as he thrusts into you faster, deeper. He’s lost in his anger, still rambling about the game, but all you can focus on is how good he feels inside you, the way his cock stretches and fills you completely, hitting all the right spots.

Mark doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down, even when your legs start to shake and your moans become breathless gasps. He’s relentless, each thrust rougher than the last, his body hot against yours, his hands rough as they grip you tighter, holding you in place as he fucks you hard against the cold, unforgiving lockers.

Your breath hitches, your body trembling as Mark holds you firmly, his forehead resting against yours. The air between you is thick with heat, a potent mix of frustration and desire pulsing through every touch, every breath. His hands are gripping your waist tightly, his strength grounding you, keeping you tethered to him as the tension builds.

“Mark… I’m close,” you whisper, your voice unsteady, a tremor of anticipation threading through the words.

His eyes darken at your admission, something feral igniting within them as his gaze locks on yours. He leans in, his lips brushing your ear, voice low and rough. “I know, baby. I feel it. Don’t hold back.” His breath, warm and ragged, sends a jolt of electricity down your spine.

His control is palpable, but there’s a rawness in his words, a tension just beneath the surface. You cling to him, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, the world narrowing to the space between you two. The way he holds you, with a combination of strength and restraint, makes it impossible to focus on anything else.

“Let go for me,” he urges, his voice a deep rasp, layered with intensity. “I’ve got you. You don’t have to do anything but feel this.”

You bite your lip, barely stifling a moan, your body responding to the depth in his voice, to the way his hands hold you like he’s anchoring both of you in the storm of emotions swirling around. His jaw tightens as he feels your body tremble, and his grip tightens just enough to remind you of his presence, his control.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your temple, voice softening yet no less commanding. “I want to feel you completely. Give me everything.”

Each word pulls you further into the moment, your heart racing as the intensity builds. Your body arches instinctively toward him, his name slipping from your lips, and his response is immediate, the tension in his muscles betraying how close he is to losing control.

“You’re everything to me,” he growls softly, his voice dark and full of need. “Mine. Always.”

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