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aventureen · 29 days
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Hello! This is my first ever ask lol but could you do an Aventurine x reader where they both joined the IPC at the same time? Like they have known each other since they had been lower IPC grunts like we see in the game? Maybe they lived together it some like shoebox of an apartment? Reader being one of the few people he trusts to not try and use him? Sorry that this ask was this long. Just ignore this if you'd like. Have a good day! :)
UWAAA This is such a cute one!! I enjoyed writing this! Like it has been lingering in the back of my mind around this trope but now I can actually write it down hehe~ Thank you for the request and I hope you like it! I'm honored that this is your first ask, sorry it took some time TwT)
Warning : Might be cheesy but I love cheese
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Living as a newcomer is a nightmare. You barely got enough credits to live in a shitty apartment yet the amount of workload they gave is unholy. You learned the hard way to not trust anyone in this place. Most of your coworkers were willing to do anything just to get a raise and that includes stepping on your head to reach higher. It's suffocating, really. 
As if things can't get any worse, it does. Just when you were about to drop it all off until somehow you met this… eccentric yet daring worker while you were hanging around a minimarket. It happens that this annoying blonde man had the same rank as you and was struggling financially as well, it’s funny how you bought the same brand of instant ramen as him. The two of you started as a venting partner until he suggested that the two of you should just rent a place together. That’s quite brilliant actually. The more money you save, the more investment you can make. Not to mention the extra help! Of course it’ll be beneficial for both of you. It’s not like the two of you had the privilege to stay at home for long anyway. 
As much as you yourself don't want to trust anyone here, the same harsh predicament that falls upon the two of you somehow found its way to form it. You don’t even understand why your co-worker eye you, oh, so badly after you were frequently seen with that man. With how you were doing here as the IPC’s lowranks, you’ve prepared yourself whenever he will betray you at any moment. Little did you know, he was anticipating such an outcome as well. But to your surprise, the worst scenario never came and you found yourself starting to trust him. 
The two of you worked in a different department and that might be one of the reasons why you could hang around him just fine. The only problem is whenever he vents, somehow every risk he takes always sounds concerning. You tried to help him in a way,
“That’s too risky, you know! Dealing with a client out of your range, using yourself like that, can you even imagine what will happen if you were to fail?!”
“It’s take it or leave it, if you were to step up your game you should sacrifice something. Where’s the fun in playing safe?”
“I can’t possibly have a spare life for that. I do want to get out of this shithole, but really, you should know your limit! You can’t throw yourself away like that!” the man laughed at your statement. 
“Why should I care? No one will even care if I were to die under a bridge. Now tell me, who is there to worry about me if I were to fail miserably?” He taunts you in a mocking tone. You chewed your inner cheek to calm your nerves before you bark back at him,
“I do! For once I had someone to vent to and someone to help me out like this! I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you, so if you ask me who?! I am! I am worried about you, okay?!” The blond is taken away by your statement. If it is how it is, then he would be a huge joke if he were to scrap you too. 
It has been quite some time after the argument. The two of you got pretty close than before, actively supporting and backing up each other when needed. His usual habit of gambling his own self doesn’t wear off but you learned that he might lean for the highest positions, unlike you. It’s quite alright though, you have your own pace while he has his. Working for the IPC dreads a lot of your common sense of freedom away but he is always there for you to balance it out. Works out for him too when he comes back injured, you were there too aid him back to health. 
It always sticks to the man, go big or go home, so soon after he earned a higher position, he suggested upgrading your apartment. 
“It’ll cost me 75% of my income if we were to rent there. If you’re sick of this cramped place then it’s up to you, I can figure this up”
“How bold of you to assume that I’m going to leave you behind,”
You seriously don’t know how he managed to endure such pressure from every direction, but you admired him for that and you could only wish for the best for him. It’s almost confusing how he managed to get so lucky, while you, from the same start could barely follow his steps. The thing is he is still the same old buddy you’ve met back then, you vent to him while he’s listening and vice versa, and that is what matters most to you.
So when the two of you meet less and less, you start to miss him. But who were you for him to begin with? Life goes on and you need to push yourself more if you want to keep up with him. After all, the higher his position is, the less time he gets to actually spend at home. What shocks you is that one time, you got a new mail from the main IPC branch and they want you to come to meet them. You’ve prepared for the worst. You’re aware that due to capitalism, they will most likely cut their spending by lowering the amount of workers. If they were to fire you, it’s reasonable since it is impossible to rank up your work if there is no time to reflect anyway. The amount of work just doesn’t count!
You dressed nicely in your uniform to come there at the appointed time. You opened your boss’ room after knocking politely. Someone answered you to come in, you’re sure it wasn’t your boss’ voice. It’s so over for you isn’t it. You groggily pushed the door open, only to be greeted by those familiar pink eyes. You can’t help but to chuckle at his amusing choice of attire. 
“So this is why you’ve been away for so long?”
“I’m sure it’s rude to not bow at your boss,” you gasped and bowed down at him only for him to stand up abruptly to stop you. It was supposed to be funny! After some bickering the two of you managed to talk about this… surprising predicament.
“I am offering you to become my personal assistant. Isn’t it very beneficial? Less workloads and more money, I suppose you know better” 
“Who am I to decline such an offer, sir? I’d gladly take that position,”
“Please,” The man leans closer to you, his confident smirk has never gotten this bright. 
“You can call me Aventurine.”
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cybertronianxwhore · 6 months
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May I pretty please request some G1 or TFP Megatron getting knocked up by the Waves? They're both so loyal and deserve a treat <3
You, my good friend, are a person vying for my heart. Genuinely, love this request so much, and I just had to write it.
I love my g1 babies so much but I'm going with tfp for this one because Soundwave... Yes. And I am very attracted to tfp!Shockwave. Just love the way he's built... And his voice. Anyway, I'll stop gushing over my favorite boys.
I really hope you enjoy this one! And I'd be thrilled to write more requests like this in the future if anyone would like to submit more 👀
Optimal Condition
Tags: breeding kink, megs is a really whiny bottom bitch because I love him that way, threesome, Soundwave's cables/tentacles, minor spitroasting, uh somnophilia I guess? But it's consensual and just for a moment, despite it being a breeding threesome it's pretty vanilla, as usual if I missed anything let me know
Story begins after the break
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Soundwave shifts the grip of one of his cables slightly on Megatron's calf, working their leader's stabilizing servo higher than it already was. Shockwave has been working his digits in and out of Megatron's valve for the better half of an Earth hour while Soundwave holds him down.
"You're right, this is a better angle," Shockwave observes lowly, the two bots ignoring Megatron's whimpers as they communicate, mostly silently due to Soundwave.
The silent bot just nods his helm at the other to acknowledge what he said. Shockwave crooks his digits just right and Megatron's helm falls back into Soundwave's lap as he keens and weakly tries to grind on the digits inside him. Soundwave sneaks another cable around their Lords abdomen and tightens it just enough to warn Megatron to stay still before holding him down.
"F-Frag, please," Megatron whimpers, squirming futility in Soundwave's strong hold. "Wh-why must y-you both tease me like this? I j-just asked e-either of you to give m-me an heir."
"We're merely getting you into the optimal condition for conceiving, my Lord," Shockwave answers calmly, his thumb digit deftly swiping over Megatron's anterior node. The leader's spinal strut arches as he cries out from sensitivity and Soundwave holds him easily.
Soundwave reaches out and gently caresses the side of Megatron's helm with his thin digits, being careful to not scratch him. Megatron chirrs and leans into the touch as he releases a pent up ex-vent and relaxes again despite Shockwave never stopping his digits.
Soundwave looks up at Shockwave, who locks his optic with Soundwave's screen before a word pops up on it. Ready? Soundwave asks and Shockwave hums, thoughtful, as he looks over Megatron's frame. He's looking for small subtle changes and shifts in Megatron's plating. Tiny tell-tale signs that Megatron's frame is preparing to be sparked. He jerks his helm to the side, a small subtle motion, and Soundwave shifts his cables again to show Shockwave more of their Lord. Shockwave slowly begins to nod as he finds what he was looking for presented to him.
"Yes, I think he's quite ready," Shockwave answers and a smiley appears on Soundwave's visor before his cables are moving.
Megatron yelps from surprise as Shockwave removes his digits from his valve and he's easily maneuvered into the perfect position by Soundwave. If Megatron were to make that noise towards the beginning of all of this, he would have scolded the two bots and made them never speak of it again, however, he's too desperate at this point to care as his claws dig into the berth below him. He's on his knees, forced to present himself to Shockwave, as his chassis and shoulder struts are being pushed down into the berth by the cable around his midsection. Four other cables wrap around each of his servos, holding him completely still for Shockwave. Some shame twists up his spinal strut, but when he feels Shockwave lean over him and the bots spike hot against his valve, he forgets all about it.
"Sh-Shockwave, please," Megatron whines and Shockwave chuckles, a smug undertone to it.
"Patience is a virtue, my Lord," Shockwave begins, but angles his hips until his spike catches on Megatron's valve and slowly sinks into him.
Shockwave's optic dims as his helm droops a bit. Megatron's valve is intoxicating. It's soft and the calipers within squeeze Shockwave's spike perfectly as his hips finally meet Megatron's aft and he growls, static permeating the noise as he's nearly overwhelmed by it.
A thin cable curls under Shockwave's helm and makes him look up, his optic slowly focusing in on Soundwave's visor. Soundwave's frame is jumping sublty in silent laughter at Shockwave being overwhelmed. After a moment, Soundwave stops laughing and displays a heart on his screen before pressing his forehelm to the top of Shockwave's.
Shockwave huffs a sigh at the other bot's reaction to him, but he doesn't feel angry. "I'd like to see you try and keep your composure inside his valve," Shockwave responds before pulling back from Soundwave and focusing on Megatron who finally looks satisfied based on the blissed-out expression gracing his face plates.
"Ready, Lord Megatron?" Shockwave warns, watching closely as Megatron closes his intake to swallow the oral fluid pooling in it as his optics slowly come back into focus.
"Yes, Primus yes," He whimpers and Shockwave chuckles, low in his chassis.
"Good," Shockwave growls and Soundwave shifts Megatron's position just slightly before Shockwave begins to thrust into Megatron with wreckless abandon.
Shockwave is just as pent up as Megatron at this point, his spike had been aching behind his panels almost the entire time he was working Megatron up for this. Which is why his pace is brutal, near animalistic, as he folds himself over Megatron and growls into his audiles. Megatron is crying out under Shockwave, his claws scrambling for some kind of purchase on the berth, creating deep jagged grooves in the metal. However, Soundwave holds him still for Shockwave despite him squirming helplessly. Even Megatron himself is unsure of whether or not he's trying to get away from the intense pleasure of Shockwave's spike drilling into his plush valve, or if he's begging for more. He's so sensitive from being teased for so long and he feels the heat of his first overload mounting as steam releases from his vents and his HUD warns him of the dangers of overheating.
Soundwave runs a servo over Megatron's helm, caressing him and making their leader slowly focus his optics up on him. A question mark pops up on his visor as his interface panel retracts, baring his spike to Megatron. The tip is smeared with pink pre-transfluid from pressing against his panel for so long. Megatron's glossa runs over his lips as he processes the request with Shockwave continuing to pound into him. With one particularly precise thrust Megatron's optics roll back as he cries out and overloads on Shockwave's spike for the first time. Soundwave, tired of waiting, shifts on his stabilizing servos and uses a thin cable to pull Megatron's helm up and lines his spike up with their Lord's intake.
When Megatron's optics focus again, Soundwave presents the question mark to Megatron again who whimpers, but slowly takes Soundwave's spike down his intake. Megatron moans when he tastes Soundwave's fluids on his glossa. He holds his intake open as wide as possible to prevent snagging his sharpened denta on Soundwave, and it works as Soundwave takes over and uses his cable as well as his hips to force Megatron to suck his spike properly. Megatron's optics close as he moans and cries around Soundwave's spike as Shockwave continues to pound into him.
Shockwave glances up and catches the small, blinking red light on Soundwave's visor, and if Shockwave could, he would be smirking at seeing it. Of course Soundwave was recording this, it's only a logical assumption. Instead, Shockwave chuckles before groaning as Megatron's valve tightens around him.
"F-Frag, I'm going to overload, my Lord," Shockwave warns before wrapping his digited servo around Megatron's abdomen and rutting down into him. It pushes his spike as deep as possible at this angle, and he feels the sensitive tip bumping against Megatron's ceiling node successfully.
Megatron just moans around Soundwave's spike and attempts to grind his aft back against Shockwave. Silently begging for Shockwave's transfluid before Soundwave pulls his spike out of his intake. As soon as he can speak again, he's begging, nearly incoherent as he pleads for Shockwave to fill him, to breach his forge, to spark him. Soundwave is displaying that smiley on his visor again as he watches over the other two bots.
Shockwave groans as his overload hits him, but doesn't expect Soundwave to wrap a cable around his hips and force him deeper into Megatron. Shockwave grunts before his optic brightens in surprise as he feels the tip of his spike push past Megatron's ceiling node, locking them together. Shockwave whimpers at the feeling and nearly collapses on top of Megatron if it wasn't for Soundwave holding him up. Megatron isn't faring any better as he trembles beneath Shockwave, optics rolled back and oral fluid dripping out of his intake and onto the berth below him. Just as Shockwave thought he was coming down from his overload, the cable around his hips forces him to thrust again, tiny little movements that have his optic going dark as he keens. He's entirely oversensitive, and yet he feels himself pumping more transfluid into Megatron, even as he trembles and weakly tries to push against the cable around his hips to stop.
"T-too much," Shockwave chokes out as Soundwave milks him for all he has. When his optic finally comes back online he tries to focus on Soundwave's visor. Soundwave is showing the small heart on the screen as Shockwave heaves through his intakes.
"We're merely getting you into the optimal condition for conceiving." Shockwave's own voice greets him from Soundwave as Soundwave gently helps both of them come down from the overwhelming experience.
Both bots are trembling and Soundwave slowly releases them from his cables. However, he still has to help hold Shockwave up as the purple bot is too overwhelmed to do it himself. Shockwave huffs, knowing Soundwave is right, even as annoyance seeps into his processor by the other bot using his own words against him. This way it's given them the best chances of sparking Megatron, even if it's too much for them.
Slowly, Soundwave's gentle cables and touch helps the other two bots come down from their overloads. Eventually, Shockwave winces as his spike depressurizes and slowly retracts back into his plating. Megatron whimpers weakly at the feeling of Shockwave's spike head popping out of his ceiling node. It hurts, but the warmth in his tanks beats out the uncomfortable feeling. He's nearly purring as Soundwave gently rolls him over onto his back struts and the silent bot settles himself between Megatron's stabilizing servos.
Megatron's optics slowly cycle until they come back into focus as he looks into Soundwave's screen. Meanwhile Shockwave sits back off to the side, his optic offline as he settles. Shockwave isn't a frame that needs to recharge, so he's still online, he's just resting for the moment as his intense overload seems to have taken a lot out of him.
"Please Soundwave," Megatron rasps, his vocal processor in need of a clean reset due to overexertion, but Megatron doesn't care right now and that would take too long.
Soundwave doesn't answer, instead he looks directly into Megatron's optics as he shifts a bit on his servos and grasps his neglected spike with his spindly digits. Megatron is prepped enough, both with Shockwave's methodical fingering before true interfacing, and with Shockwave's thorough spiking. Soundwave knows this. But his Lord's valve looks so inviting that he wants to use his cables to frag him until he's crying. With a soft ex-vent and a slight mechanical noise from his plating shifting due to the slight possessiveness he feels over his Lord, he focuses again. He slowly pushes his hips forward, pressing his spike head against Megatron's soaked valve. The pressure causes Megatron to sigh softly, relaxing against the soft berth below him.
This isn't a competition… but Soundwave wants to last longer than Shockwave did.
"Soundwave," Megatron's whine reaches the silent bots' audiles and sends a pulse of pleasure and electricity jolting down his back struts.
He doesn't make Megatron wait any longer as Soundwave slowly begins to sink into his Lord's eager valve. Megatron lets out a low drawn out moan until Soundwave's codpiece bumps against his Lord's aft and the silent mech is fully inside. Soundwave's helm droops as his frame shudders at the intense feeling of Megatron's calipers tightening down on his spike and massaging him. It's making his processor spin as his plating flares up slightly to release pent up heat in soft hisses.
Soundwave's servos find Megatron's hips and grip them. Being careful of his sharp claws Soundwave's grip tightens on the mech below him as he draws in a shaky vent and raises his helm again. He wants to record this moment. Save it to his long term memory folder dedicated to Megatron and Megatron alone. So he's going to do it properly. If Megatron notices the blinking red light on Soundwave's visor, the warlord doesn't say anything. He knows Soundwave well enough to know that he'd guard these videos and memories with his life.
Soundwave focuses on Megatron's face –his beautiful face, scuffs and scars and all– as he slowly draws his hips back. Megatron's servos grip onto Soundwave, though he's a bit careless and scratches Soundwave's armor on accident. So the silent bots' cables wrap around Megatron's wrists and pin them above his helm. Megatron grumbles a bit until Soundwave thrusts back into him, causing the warlord to let out quite the undignified yelp of surprise and pleasure.
A moment later, Soundwave is building a steady pace of his hips. He's a bit inexperienced with interfacing, but he knows enough to know how to please his Lord. And his confidence just grows, the more he hears and sees Megatron's reactions. Soundwave's pace isn't fast, but it isn't slow either, as he allows Megatron to feel every bit of his spike sinking into his plush valve. Soundwave isn't unaffected, he just simply can't make noises. Instead, the shuddering of his in and ex-vents, the slight rattling of his plating as it shifts, and the hisses of pent up hot air releasing betrays him.
Megatron would tease him about it, if he wasn't so spike drunk already. He's too lost in moaning and whimpering as Soundwave frags him to notice. Megatron begins to warn Soundwave that he's close, and the silent bot just trails a cable down Megatron's chassis before wrapping two of the thinner cables within the larger one around Megatron's bright and neglected anterior node. As Soundwave effectively jerks off Megatron's anterior node, the silent bot watches as Megatron throws his helm back and cries out as his first overload with Soundwave washes over his systems.
When Megatron's optics come back online he has to screw them shut as Soundwave speeds up his thrusts to a more brutal pace. The berth below them creaks as a warning that none of them heed. Megatron begins to babble again, mostly nonsense, but part of it sticks out to Soundwave.
"Don't stop, Soundwave. Please, Primus- Frag- Don't stop n-no matter what. D-don't-"
Don't stop no matter what? Soundwave can do that. If that's what his Lord wishes, he will.
So Soundwave frags him harder, holding him tighter until Soundwave feels Megatron's metal denting slightly below him. He grinds his codpiece against Megatron's aft until it causes a spark. As Soundwave watches every move Megatron makes, he almost finds himself wanting to bare his spark to his Lord, the one mech he cares about more than anything in this universe. This moment is as beautiful as it is intense as pleasure begins to cloud his processor. However, Shockwave is still in the room, and even if he's showing no interest, that is something too vulnerable for Soundwave to do in the presence of another.
So instead, he leans down and presses his forehelm against Megatron's and frags him like he'll never get another chance again. He frags him until Megatron overloads again and his system actually shuts down from how intense it was. Basically rendering Megatron unconscious for several minutes. And when Shockwave's optic comes back online to look over the two of them and sees Megatron in the middle of a restart cycle he gets concerned.
"Soundwave, shouldn't you stop while he's like that?" He asks and Soundwave doesn't look at him as he plays Megatron's voice clip back to the other bot.
"Don't stop n-no matter what!"
Shockwave hesitates for a moment until Megatron comes back online fully and immediately gets lost in the pleasure again. Satisfied, Shockwave sits back again and offlines his optic.
Soundwave wraps his servos around Megatron, holding onto his Lord as if his spark depends on it as he feels his overload approaching. He shifts their positions. His cables grab Megatron's stabilizing servos and push them towards his chassis, putting him in the perfect mating press. Megatron whimpers in pain as Soundwave's spike bumps against his sore and abused ceiling node in this position. And that's what sends Soundwave over the edge. With a burst of static from his speakers, Soundwave overloads, his hips jerking in small thrusts before he steels himself and forces his hips as far as they will go. With an intense wave of pressure and ecstasy, Soundwave feels his spike head pop into Megatron's ceiling node. It pumps his transfluid directly into Megatron's forge and his tanks. Soundwave can't help but feel satisfied and proud as he fills his Lord fully.
Megatron sags against the berth, any and all tension in his frame melted away as exhaustion takes over. When Soundwave releases his Lords servos from the grip of his cables, one of Megatron's servos rests over his own abdomen. Megatron caresses the plating there as if he's already a carrier. Soundwave feels his spark swell with pride as he slowly sets Megatron's stabilizing servos down into the bed in a more comfortable position.
Soundwave reaches up and caresses the side of Megatron's face with a tender servo and watches him with a reverie reserved only for him. Though his visor doesn't allow anyone to see that. It's too vulnerable any other way.
Megatron is already halfway into recharge when Soundwave finally stops trembling and is able to pull his spike out of his Lord with a wince. Megatron makes a soft, pained noise and seems to attempt to roll onto his side to face Shockwave when Soundwave releases him from his cables. However the groan he makes as he flops back onto his spinal struts alerts Soundwave to the fact that Megatron is incredibly sore. Soundwave finds himself silently giggling to himself as he displays a heart on his visor and helps Megatron roll onto his side.
"Thank you, Soundwave…" Megatron slurs due to his fatigue and weary processor. Soundwave doesn't respond, instead he lays behind Megatron, nuzzling his screen against Megatron's neck and wrapping his servos around his Lord.
Soundwave gently runs his spindly digits over Megatron's abdomen, feeling warm and excited for the future. There's no way a sparkling won't take after this. And Soundwave is excited for the new minicon in the Decepticon's future.
Shockwave is about to get up and leave when Megatron, with what little strength he has left, drags the other bot back down onto the berth.
"You're not goin' anywhere," Megatron mutters, "that's an order."
And for once, Shockwave doesn't fight him on the matter. Instead, he settles down with little complaint and rests his own servo over Megatron.
"Perhaps a recharge cycle is the best use of my time at the moment," Shockwave responds to no one in particular as his optic offlines again, and stays that way.
Soundwave is content to focus solely on Megatron as the warlord slowly falls into recharge. He keeps his visor against Megatron's neck, and his servos wrapped around the exhausted mech. He doesn't bother to soothe his flared plating due to possessiveness this time, as he's the only one still online.
Eventually, he too falls into recharge with the knowledge that Laserbeak is keeping watch outside the door. Soundwave knows that no other mech will be able to get into the room, and so, for once, his recharge is peaceful. Knowing that he doesn't have to worry about Megatron's safety is the comfort that allows him to rest.
He knows he won't be able to properly rest for a long time when Megatron's heir is both on the way and created. But that doesn't bother him. Not one bit.
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suniloli · 2 months
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BOILING POINT p3
7 Feb 2024
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader
Word Count: 3.8K (dayum)
Warnings: Swearing, sexual themes, crude language, description of blood and violence, angst
Setting: Prison (between s3 and 4)
Summary: It’s the next day at the prison, and you’re feeling good. However, something is said which is way over the boundary of acceptable. Is this truly it?
Author Note: Final part! And obviously who wants to read a fic of two people fighting for like 72 years? I know most readers probably wouldn’t act this way. But too bad >:) I’m thinking this might be a bit out of character for Daryl…but it amuses me so why not? I hope the carrot joke makes sense. I also hope the 'pay off' isn't rushed. (This gif is funny) -Sol
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Part 1 / Part 2
Surprisingly, the next morning you were much more chipper. The sun was shining brightly through your cell curtain, and you could hear the chatter and laughter of people in the prison. Today’s gonna be a good day you smiled to yourself. 
You tried to forget yesterday. You guessed crying it all out and venting to Rick must’ve allowed your brain to finally come to the beginnings of peace, and to let go of this whole thing with Daryl. He didn’t want a relationship with you anymore. And, who cares if he wanted one anyway? It’s hurting you too much. It’s hurting you both. 
You were done. 
So, no matter what happened, today was going to be good. You could feel it. 
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Normally you hated doing stuff in the garden, but today it was quite therapeutic. Bound to have some mighty tan lines with the sun beating down on your singlet-bearing skin, you fixed up your gloves. Wiping a bead of sweat from your hairline, you adjusted your sunglasses and pushed yourself up from your crouched position. Sighing contentedly, you observed the hustle and bustle of the mid-morning prison activity. 
There were plenty of people in the courtyard sitting together in groups talking and laughing, sharing in the day’s glow. You could see Carol and some other women conversing and preparing some stuff in the outdoor kitchenette. Across the other side of the grounds, Glenn was teaching a group of people some combat skills. Turning around, you looked up to the watchtowers and saw Maggie and Sasha. You reciprocated Sasha’s wave and Maggie’s smirk and turned around when you felt a presence behind you. 
“Hey Beth!” you greeted with a pat on her shoulder. 
“Hey Y/N. Bringin’ round some water to everyone.”
“Thanks,” you said, eagerly grabbing a glass and chugging it within a couple of seconds. Handing it back to Beth with a grin, you added, “What? It’s hot out.”
Giggling, she agreed and placed the tray on the ground. “I can already see the burn on your shoulders…don’t be turnin’ into a lobster now!”
Nudging her with your elbow, you feigned offence. “I tan beautifully, thank you very much.”
Your banter was interrupted by a group of people from Woodbury. A few hey’s and friendly exchanges were made, mainly between Beth and them. They were a bunch of younger teens, some of which you recognised. The one with glasses was Patrick, who you liked because he was fond of Carl. And another was Zach. He was the one giving Beth rather flirtatious glances. Cute. 
You waited until they left before speaking. “You get along pretty well with that Zach guy…” 
“Hmm?”
You smiled. “Zach. The guy who was giving you flirty eyes.”
“What?! No he wasn’t…” Beth looked down shyly. 
“Uh, yeah he was. The dude was flirting with you big time. For the record, I think it’s cute.”
“Do you think so?” Beth asked. Oh, to be a teenager with a crush again. 
“YES. FYI, we’re living in the apocalypse. So if I were you, I’d go for it. Time is truly of the essence these days…” you mused. 
“I’ll make you a deal…if I make a move, you have to too.” 
A huff of air escaped your nostrils. “With whom exactly?” You humoured. You realised what she was hinting at until it was too late. 
“Daryl of course. And for your information,” Beth paused, a cheeky expression taking over her face. “I saw the two of you that one time…behind the stables…”
“Uhhh…” 
“My window was open…” she said sheepishly. You didn’t say anything. “He likes you, I can tell — ”
“That was a mistake. What…happened…meant nothing.” You tried to divert.
“As you said, time is of the essence. You should talk to him.” You could see her deliberating something in her mind. The next second, she brought you in for a tight hug which caught you off guard. “I…heard yesterday…it ain't very nice what he said. I’m sorry…”
Slowly returning the embrace, you took a long breath. “Well, I’m over it.”
Looking up at you, she sighed and gave you the best puppy dog eyes she could muster. “Well," she began, in an attempt to lift the mood, "As long as you know that I love you Y/N, and I’ll never let you go!” She squeezed tighter around your waist. 
“Get out of here!” You laughed, trying to push her off and away from you. “Go hand out some more drinks!” Beth released a hearty laugh as she picked up the tray and headed to the other workers. 
You looked down at your half-full bucket of harvested veggies. You sighed deeply. You just couldn’t escape him.
Fuck. 
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It was much closer to lunchtime when you approached the main courtyard. It was as if the people could sense that it was going to be served soon. However, as you approached, the delicious smell emanating from the kitchen space would’ve had you all antsy too if you’d been around. 
“Howdy ladies,” You drawled. “Stew smells ab-so-lutely divine. Delicious. Delectable.” Placing your yield in front of an amused Carol, you pinched a carrot and munched on it slightly obnoxiously. Receiving a look of feigned disgust from her, you were satisfied. 
“You like the letter D I see” she quipped. You hadn’t noticed someone standing by your side when you pointed your carrot to her and tried to keep a straight face. 
“I certainly do like the D. But the kind exactly like this carrot. Thick…real girthy…”
A beat of silence before Carol burst out laughing. Your laughter was getting difficult to hold. You could feel the air being held captive in your lungs as you attempted to hold your breath. Eyes still sparkling, she looked a little to your right, pointing with the utensil in her hand. 
“Like his D, I’m sure…”
You turned to see none other than Daryl, who seemed to be waiting with a pained expression. Based on his odd-looking grimace, you awkwardly assumed he’d heard everything. 
Carol…you bastard. 
You looked back to Carol, whose mischievous smirk turned slightly perplexed at his demeanour. Unbeknownst to you, Carol was thinking about her and Daryl’s conversation yesterday, and how she’d seemingly gotten through to him. She thought that you two had talked and ‘made up’. Guess not…
“Real classy, ain’t ya?” he spoke under his breath. 
You got it wrong. Today was not going to be a good day. 
As Daryl nearly threw a cut of raw meat down on the bench for its use in the stew, you attempted to keep it nonchalant. 
“Lighten up Daryl,” you smirked, pausing for a couple of seconds. He looked up at you. You couldn’t help but stir the pot. Just a little. If not for yourself, but for the reaction of your friend next to you, you told yourself. “It’s not like I’m missing out on anything,” you said sarcastically, giving Daryl’s body a once over. You were about to ignore him and continue with Carol until you heard his voice, more of a growl than an actual utterance. 
“Don’t seem like ya missin’ out on any dick lately.” 
You could sense a silence overtake the people in the kitchenette. You don’t think you’ve ever heard Daryl be that vulgar before. But, you were incensed at his insinuation. Did you hear what you thought you did?
“......What?”
Daryl went to stalk off, but you moved forward, gripped his forearm, and turned him back around harshly. 
“WHAT?” 
“Ya heard me.” He spat. You were completely baffled. You had no idea what he was talking about. You did what you could to try and remain calm. 
“What. Are you fucking on about?” you said slowly. You attempted to clench your fists at your sides to subdue the growing feeling. Your heart rate was beginning to rise. This was not good. And you still hadn’t even finished your carrot. 
Staring you up and down, he seemed to consider you. But just as the softness in his eyes was there, it quickly vanished, and in its place was something sad and bitter. 
Daryl aggressively chewed his bottom lip. “How bout’ ya just go find some desperate dick to warm ya bed.”
“Daryl!” Carol chastised. You glanced at her, at a complete loss for words. 
You were barely aware of the growing crowd of people who were wondering what the commotion was about. However, that was your last straw. You’d had it with him and his emotional back and forth. Daryl’s face was looking punchable as fuck. 
Holding back tears, it was like something possessed you. “You FUCK —”
"Y/N!" Carol yelled. Before she could stop you, you landed a beautiful left hook to Daryl’s nose. Immediately a rivulet of red poured from his nostrils. Daryl was stunned, to say the least. 
“Uugghh!” Holding his face, he removed his hands to look at them. Daryl immediately moved forward to push you. “What tha' hell Y/N?!”
Luckily for you, your adrenaline had given you ultra instincts. You didn’t even register the pain in your hand as you deflected his own. Out of pure anger, you managed to shove both of you to the ground. 
Half straddling him, you managed to lay a few good punches into his face, before Daryl realised his strength. Kneeing you in the guts, momentarily winding you, he flipped you over, and mid-flip his right hook made contact with your left eye. You could feel your eyebrow split open and felt something warm gush down your face. 
You could vaguely hear children screaming and yelling in the distance. You thought you could see a crowd of people running towards you, but you were too blinded by your hurt (and blood). The both of you got another few good hits in until it became what could only be described as a cartoonish scuffle on the ground. It would’ve been comical if not for the blood and damage you’d inflicted upon the other. 
“Fuck you, Daryl!!” You screamed. “Ooof!” Daryl had managed to pin you to the ground, holding both of your arms in place. Wiggling and squirming, you used all of your might to attempt to get out of his grip. 
Daryl, just as fuelled, looked down at you from above. Time seemed to stop. You looked pained. There was blood pooling over and into your whole left eye. He was sure he looked just as bad, if not, worse. But what made him pause was seeing tears escape and roll down the sides of your face as you cursed and screamed and writhed like a maniac. He barely registered the “fucking get off me!” you hurled at him. 
Just as he was about to loosen his grip, two sets of hands pulled him roughly away, two other people doing the same to you. 
“That’s ENOUGH!” Rick bellowed. Sasha and Maggie rushed to wave off the circle that had surrounded you. 
“The hell’s wrong with you?” Carol scolded, shocked. She tried to tend to you, but you pushed her away. 
Trying to wipe your face of the blood there, you pointed your finger at him. “You’re such a prick!” 
Daryl stayed silent with his signature steely expression, breathing heavily.
“I’m done with your shit! Whatever is fucking bothering you, you better talk, or…or you’re fucking dead to me…” He watched as a lone tear made its way down your cheek. It moved, tracing the underside of your jaw, before trickling off into the depths below. 
One second. Two seconds. Ten seconds passed. 
You sucked in a sharp breath. He thought he saw disappointment in your expression. Rick, Carol, and Glenn were glancing at each other exasperatedly. They dared not move in case you both started up again. 
“Say something for god's sake.” 
Daryl’s expression softened, however, his gaze was as piercing as ever. He wiped his nose and winced in pain as his fingers came back bloodied. He didn’t know where to start. 
You scoffed. You began to walk back towards the prison. 
“I remember tha’ night on tha' farm.” Daryl suddenly declared. Rick glanced over at Daryl with an understanding gaze, and subtly motioned with his head to Carol and Glenn to leave the two of you alone. You however stopped dead in your tracks, your back to him. “I think bout’ it all tha' time.” 
You slowly turned to look at him. He was met with your inquisitive, yet fiery gaze. 
“What’s your fucking problem then?”
Daryl saw so many pictures flash through his mind. He saw his childhood home burning to ashes, his mother inside. He saw his dad and that leather belt buckle shining in the light of the window. He was reminded of Merle, who left him all alone to bear it all on his own back, literally and figuratively. Suddenly, Merle morphed into his older form, and his insults echoed in his mind. Daryl replayed Merle dying and leaving him for good. He replayed you leaving him. 
Daryl’s shoulders sagged a bit. The more he thought about the bad things in his life, the more he was reminded of the good in it. Daryl discovered that in his redemption, Merle had truly loved him. Right now at the prison, he had a found family who cared for him, and would probably die for him. He had you. He was so lucky to have you. He never dared entertain the thought, but you’d probably die for him too. He’s the one who pushed it all away. Daryl didn’t want you to hurt him, and leave him like everyone else did. 
So, to answer your question: he was the problem. 
After a couple of seconds of contemplation, Daryl spoke quietly, but resolutely. 
“Me. Ma’ problem is me.”
“What does that even mean, Daryl? Because I’ve been trying to fix things this whole time, and you keep pushing me away!”
Daryl raised his voice. “We ain't’ ever gon’ be good anyway!”
You observed him for a long moment. You’d had deep conversations with him before. You knew of his past and he knew of yours. You knew he had it rough before the end of the world. But Daryl was a fighter. He kept on, even in hard times. Deep down, he was a shy, compassionate, and in your opinion, mistakenly self-conscious man, the latter of which you attributed to his upbringing. Knowing that you’d gotten so close, just for him to reject everything the two of you went through together made you even more frustrated. 
“So you think everything we’ve been through was for nothing then? The way that we were means nothing to you?” With slightly less fire, you added, “The things we’ve done and what you’ve said to me…you never meant any of it?”  
You could see Daryl struggling to bare himself completely. But when he looked up and into your pleading eyes, you saw the last of his defences crumble away. His next words were almost whispered in the wind. 
“I meant it. And I still mean it.”
“Then why have you been so unfair?”
“‘Cause ya just gon’ end up leavin’ me!” He admitted. Daryl abruptly moved so he was in front of you. In your periphery, you saw him raise his hand, but he moved it back down to his side again, seemingly thinking against whatever he was going to do. 
It was all so real now. Daryl pushed through his combativeness. This time, he did reach a hand up to your face, and ever so tenderly wiped the blood out of your eye from under your brow. You held back a flinch. Daryl caught it. However, he spoke his words so gently you would have never guessed that the two of you were involved in something so violent mere minutes before.
Looking at the damage he’d caused, he felt an overwhelming sense of guilt and shame. It only spurred on his thoughts of the previous night. “I won’ ever deserve ya’ anyways with how I’ve treated ya’. You’ll be better off with Rick or some other guy —”
You shook your head in disagreement.  
“How could you have ever thought that I wanted to be around someone else? Has it not been clear this whole time how much I...like you?”
Daryl began biting his lip anxiously. It was clear to him, but deep down he refused to believe the extent to which you did. 
“I appreciate you so much, Daryl! That’s why this whole thing’s been killing me! To have someone hurt me so much when things were so good…” He felt your head slowly shake against his hand. You inhaled deeply. “I’ve never hit anyone like that before. You just...you made me so fucking angry!” You abruptly grabbed his wrist and shoved his hand away from your face, taking a step back. He saw a hurt flash in your eyes again. “How dare you just insinuate that I’m what? A slut? That I’m sleeping around?” You were pacing now. “What business is it of yours anyway?” You sassed. “You’ve been so dismissive and rude that you shouldn’t even —”
“Goddamnit woman!” Daryl exclaimed. Surprisingly, he managed to stop you in your tracks, your mouth shutting with a clink of your teeth. “I’m scared alrigh’! I’m scared that I’m gon’ mess you up! That I’ll never be good enough fer ya’...I’m…I’m scared that somehow, somethin’s gon’ happen to ya’, or somehow, ya’ gon’ be taken from ma’ life like everyone else...”
For once, you were the one with nothing to say. 
All Daryl wanted to do at that moment was give in to his desire for closeness. His desire for your touch once again. But he was still in the grips of insecurity. “And cause’ I’ve been such an asshole, ya’ve moved on and I don’ blame ya’. A-And seeing ya’ with other people…I ain't ever gonna be worth your time…” 
“Are you seriously telling me that you’re not good enough for me? Daryl, if anything…never in my wildest dreams could I have conjured up a man as good as you in my own life.” 
Etched into his face was still disbelief in your words. How many times did you need to tell him? 
“No matter how much you infuriate me and piss me off,” you started, “No matter how things are between us, I’m never going to leave you. Ever.” 
Daryl’s breath caught in his throat as he listened. He struggled to process the weight of your words. 
“Nah, nah...I don’ think ya’ —”
“I'm fuckin' in love with you Daryl!” You yelled. “Is that blatant enough? Do you get it now?” 
All he could do was look at you. Even all bruised and bloodied, even with your dishevelled hair and stressed demeanour, you were the most beautiful thing to him at that moment. Your eyes began to well up with tears. Your voice broke when you spoke next. 
“So just please tell me if you want this to end, because I can’t do this back and forth anymore —” 
Daryl purposefully strode over to you, and cut you off by grabbing your face, giving your lips a very chaste kiss. It took a couple of seconds for you to realise what was happening. When you did, your body moved into his, and you placed your hands on his sides, slowly snaking them around his back. 
This kiss became more intense. More desperate. So much more emotion and feeling was expressed in this melding of your mouths. You both had been away from each other for so long, that once you touched again, it was like you became addicted. 
“Mmmm…” you moaned against his lips. 
Before it could get too hot and heavy, Daryl breathlessly pulled away. Still cupping your face, he looked directly into your eyes. 
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that I didn’t sort ma’ shit out. That I caused ya’ so much pain.”
“I’m sorry too…”
“Nah…it’s ma’ fault. And ya’ still stuck around. This whole time...ya stuck around...”
You both caught your breath, staring into each other’s eyes. You missed looking into those circles of blue. You missed this feeling. 
“I love ya’ Y/N. I always will.” 
You ducked your head and placed a delicate kiss on his lips. He chased yours until both of your mouths were granting the other entry. This time, the kiss wasn’t as rough, but it was just as intense, if not even more passionate. All you could hear were the wet sounds of your tongues tasting each other. Your hand moved from his back to his shoulders, feeling the rippling muscle there. 
One of Daryl’s hands moved from your cheek to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss still. His other made its way across your shoulder to your waist, which he gave a loving squeeze. It was like now that you’d come together again, you just couldn’t stop. 
Your little bubble of heated desire was interrupted by the sounds of…squealing? 
Roughly breaking apart from each other, you looked to Daryl who seemingly thought the same thing you did. Still gripping onto each other's bodies, you both turned your heads towards the commotion and immediately flushed with embarrassment. 
Your main family stood not too far away, hollering like idiots. There were a bunch of kids screaming, but excitedly. You were certain that you’d scared them with your brawl earlier. Now they seemed joyous. Most of the people from Woodbury just stood around and stared in shock. 
You looked down shyly and softly pushed Daryl’s body away from yours. “Asshole…” He was back to chewing his thumbnail. Some of the two things you both had in common was your stubbornness and your hate of being the centre of attention. Especially like this. 
“Finally…ain’t that a sight for sore eyes…” Rick mused. 
Carol was still a bit dazed at her two best friends beating each other up. “Leave it to them to sort it out with their fists…”
“They did more than sort it out! ” Beth laughed. 
Daryl removed his thumb from his mouth. “You might wanna get ya’ eye checked out...” he grunted, nodding to the bruising around it. 
“You might want to get your nose set back into place.” You retorted. 
For the first time in a long time, you heard one of your favourite sounds. A deep rumble escaped from Daryl’s chest. His laughter was the most beautiful music to your ears. 
You beamed at him, unable to hide your admiration. 
Today may have been shitty. You may have been bruised, battered and sore. Daryl equally so. But this moment right now wasn’t just good.
It was brilliant.
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New Love || Bucky Barnes x Reader
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, past Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader
Summary: after a long day at work all you want to do is curl up on the couch with Bucky and forget about the existence of the outside world. But things get complicated when the past catches up with you, knocking on your door and asking for your help. 
Warnings: mentions of the reader being a nurse, jealousy, talks of insecurities, mentions of blood, reader being afraid to love again, angst with a happy ending
English is not my first language
Word count: 6600
Notes: this is a continuation of You Ruined Me and Lose Myself but I think you can read it as a stand alone, you just have to know that reader and Matt used to date but broke up because he was still I'm love with Elektra and that now she's dating Bucky
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You should have known that today was not your day. You had one of the longest and most stressful shifts at the hospital. Two of your coworkers had called in sick and another had started maternity leave which meant you had to cover the work of three nurses plus your usual work. You had to stay and work overtime which ruined your dinner plans with Bucky. Your relationship was still relatively new and you were excited for every date as if it was your first. You loved spending time with him at your apartment or his, but you loved it even more when you went on dates because you got to see a different side of Bucky. He would turn into a complete romantic, giving you flowers and chocolates, opening doors for you and pulling up your chair and taking you to nice places. It was a little old-fashioned, but in a lovely, charming way. 
When you called him to cancel your plans, Bucky insisted on seeing you anyway. You made it clear to him that you would be home late, but he said it would be no problem. He assured you that he would be waiting for you with dinner ready and a movie to watch while you snuggled up on the couch so you could relax and forget the stress of the day. You let out a chuckle and thanked him, unable to believe you had found such a wonderful man after all. Bucky seemed to be someone ripped straight out of your dreams, your very own romance novel protagonist written by a woman, and you felt like the luckiest person in the world when you were together. 
When you got home Bucky was waiting for you just as he had promised. He used the extra key you had given him in case of emergencies to get in while you were gone and took the liberty of preparing dinner so that you didn't have to do anything but sit and relax when you arrived. You were so tired that you almost cried when you saw the table ready, the delicious smell of freshly cooked food inviting you to sit down. You ran into Bucky's arms, mumbling words of gratitude as you hid in the warmth of his body.
You ate while you told him about some of the things that had happened to you during the day, venting the frustration you felt building up in your shoulders with every word that came out of your mouth. Once you finished, Bucky took charge of clearing the table, refusing to accept your help. He sent you to sit on the couch in the living room and asked you to get everything ready to watch the movie —which was the next one on the list you had made together of all the movies and TV shows you considered an insult that he didn't know about. He joined you a few minutes later, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you close to him as you pressed play. You nestled your head on his chest, the musky scent of his perfume hitting your nostrils and washing away the remaining stress in your system. You felt as if a great weight had been lifted from your shoulders, light and relaxed as you lost yourself in Bucky's body heat. 
But you should have known that the horrible day you'd had could never end on such a positive note. You should have known that things would only get worse. 
You were barely thirty minutes into the movie when you began to hear strange sounds. Fearing it was some kind of weird bug that had somehow found its way into your apartment, you paused the movie to listen more carefully. It was silent for a moment. And then a knock on the glass made you turn your head toward the balcony door. Your eyes widened in surprise upon discovering the figure of a badly wounded man leaning against the glass door.
"Matt?"
It was the first time you had seen him since that rainy night when he had once again broken your heart without even realizing it. However, you were unable to feel anything but concern when you saw the state he was in. His beaten and bloodied body had collapsed on the balcony floor. You ran to him, kneeling beside him so that you could examine his wounds closely. He had cuts and bruises on every visible part of his body. When you touched his abdomen looking for serious wounds he let out a grunt of pain. Your fingers made contact with a thick, sticky liquid and it was then that you noticed the pool of blood that had formed on the floor. 
"This is Matt?" the voice of Bucky echoed behind you. The comment rolled off his lips with a harsher tone than he expected, but luckily you didn't mention anything about it. He remained in the doorframe, watching you attend to Matt with a mixture of surprise and confusion at the circumstances in which he finally met the man he had heard so much about.
"Help me get him inside" you said without even looking up to meet his eyes. 
As Bucky settled Matt on the couch you ran off in search of your first aid kit and a couple of clean cloths to use to stop the bleeding. Kneeling by Matt's side once again, you used a pair of scissors to cut off the shirt he was wearing so you could tend to his wounds more easily. Small cuts and bruises adorned his torso, but the worst injury was the stab wound on the right side of his abdomen. Luckily it didn't seem to be deep enough to have damaged any vital organs, but it was bleeding pretty badly and from Matt's pale and weak appearance you guessed that you didn't have much time to waste. 
Struggling to remain calm, you asked Bucky to put pressure on the wound while you checked Matt's vital signs. His breathing was labored and his heartbeat was weak. He had definitely lost a lot of blood, but you were confident that everything would be okay if you could stop the bleeding soon. So you got to work without wasting another second. While Bucky put pressure on the wound, you concentrated on the minor cuts, cleaning and bandaging each one to make sure they didn't get infected. And as you worked, your mind kept imagining the situation that led Matt to such a state, trying to guess what it was that he was working on now. He had many enemies, some too powerful for it to be a fair fight. You just hoped that none of them were the ones who caused his injuries.
When the bleeding finally stopped you relieved Bucky of his duties so you could start cleaning and closing the wound. Matt had fallen unconscious within a second of being placed on the couch, his body succumbing to the blood loss. But at least that made your job easier, you could disinfect and stitch his cuts without having to deal with his body twitching in pain. 
At no time did you stop to consider how weird the situation you were in was. You were too worried about Matt's health to realize that you were kneeling next to your ex-boyfriend, treating his wounds with extreme care under the watchful eye of your current boyfriend. Your hands were working on Matt's body with great experience not only from your profession but also from the many times you had tended to his wounds in the past. It was amazing to think how despite all that had happened between you, all the pain he had caused you, you still felt the same fear and concern you felt in those days when you were still together. 
"C'mon, Matt. Stay with me, please" you murmured without realizing it, your hand gently caressing his face as you felt a familiar knot forming in the pit of your stomach.
Bucky watched the scene from the door frame not knowing what to do. He understood that Matt was in a delicate condition and that it was perfectly normal for you to be worried about him. You were the kindest and most caring person he had ever met and you two had a pretty intense history so Bucky expected you to react that way, especially considering Matt's condition. But at the same time it was that same history that you shared that worried him so much. Bucky knew how much you had loved Matt and how much it had taken you to get over him so naturally he felt upset to see you so close to your ex-boyfriend. 
Maybe it was his insecurities talking, but there was something about the way you looked at Matt that gave him a bad feeling. Your eyes were full of concern as your hands caressed his face with such care, such affection, that it made Bucky wonder if you were really over him. He was now stable, all his wounds had been disinfected and bandaged, yet you were still sitting beside him holding his hand as you murmured words of encouragement in his ear. 
Bucky's blood boiled with jealousy. A lump formed in his throat that tightened with every word he heard leave your lips. Cursing to his enhanced hearing, he disappeared into the kitchen before he ended up doing something he would regret when he came back to his senses. He thought about going home, but if there was one thing he hated more than staying there to witness the scene, it was the thought of leaving you alone with Matt. So he concentrated on washing the dinner dishes, struggling to think about anything other than the way his girlfriend —the most wonderful woman he'd ever met— seemed to still have feelings for her ex-boyfriend.
It wasn't fair. Things were going great between the two of you. Sure, your relationship was fairly new and you were still figuring things out, but you had a great time together and there wasn't a moment of the day when you weren't communicating, talking in person, calling or texting. He had even learned to make video calls to see you for even five minutes on days when your schedules didn't match. That was how much you needed each other, how much you enjoyed each other's company. 
Bucky had begun to feel more confident recently. The voice of insecurity in his mind had been silenced by the affection you showed him and how well your relationship was working. Matt had no right to suddenly show up and tear down all his confidence in a heartbeat. Bucky knew full well that he was extremely lucky to have you by his side. He knew he probably didn't deserve you, but for a moment he had come to believe that you had a future together. And now all of his dreams and fantasies were threatened by the presence of Matt, a man he had once heard you describe as the love of your life. And even though things between you were going well, he wasn't sure he could compete with that. 
Bucky was so deep in thought that he didn't hear you coming into the kitchen. So when he felt the weight of a hand resting on his arm he startled, spattering drops of water in all directions. 
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in" he apologized for splashing you. 
"It's fine" you replied in a soft tone, reaching out to turn off the faucet, indicating to Bucky that you wanted his attention. He got the message immediately and quickly wiped his hands on the rag resting next to the dishes before turning around so he could look you in the eyes. 
"How's Matt?" he asked to fill the silence that had formed between you.
"He's stable, for now at least. I think he has a few broken ribs but there's nothing I can do to help him with that now."
"Shouldn't we take him to a hospital?"
"Matt doesn't like hospitals. It's best not to argue with him about it, trust me."
An awkward silence formed between you that took you by surprise. You didn't fall into awkward silences. Well, maybe at the beginning of your friendship when Bucky had not yet broken out of his shell, but it had been a long time since you found yourselves in this kind of awkward situation. You were always comfortable and relaxed around each other. Silences happened, but not like this, not with that strange tension in the air. 
You suddenly felt the need to excuse Matt's presence, to make it clear to Bucky that the fact that you had helped him meant nothing. It was ridiculous, Matt had surprised you with his presence and you were pretty sure Bucky understood that your concern was due to the critical state he was in. You trusted him to know that you had eyes for no one else and that Matt was nothing more than a sad memory of something that could not be. Although the tension in the air made you doubt.
"Listen, I wanted to thank you for helping me with Matt," you said with some hesitation, clearing your throat to make sure the words left your lips. "And I wanted to apologize for ruining the night. You were so sweet and caring with everything you did tonight and we couldn't even finish the movie."
"Don't worry about it, doll" Bucky brushed it off. The use of the affectionate nickname made you smile. You loved it when he called you that, it made you feel special. "Matt needed your help. We can finish the movie another day, this was more important."
"You're important too" you were quick to say, a subtle way of reminding him that he was much more important to you than Matt in case he thought otherwise. "I love spending time with you and what you did tonight was really sweet. Our dates are the most important part of my days. And the most fun" you added, reaching out to caress his cheek. Bucky leaned into your touch, letting the warmth of your skin and the love in your words ease the pain in his heart.
"They're the most important part of my days too" he said, and he wasn't lying. The happiest moments of his days were the ones he shared with you. And when you were apart, he looked forward to your reunion. Your company was what kept him grounded, your laughter, a sweet melody that brightened his days every time he heard it. It had been a long time since he had felt a love as intense, as pure, as the one he felt for you. And honestly that scared him a little. You held an immense amount of power over him by holding his heart in your hands and it scared him to think what would become of him if you decided to hurt him. 
Taking Bucky's face in your hands, you leaned in to bring your lips together in a quick but gentle kiss that you hoped would convey what you felt. When you parted, Bucky pressed his forehead against yours, your noses brushing as you gazed into each other's eyes. He admired you in silence, trying to convince himself that everything was fine and that he had nothing to worry about. He saw nothing but love staring back at him, your eyes shining with that special sparkle he loved so much. But still the voice of insecurity inside him made him doubt. 
Bucky wanted to tell you how he felt. He wanted to tell you that he loved you like he had never loved anyone in his life. He wanted to tell you that he was jealous of Matt and that he was afraid of losing you. He was afraid that one day you would realize the big mistake you had made by agreeing to go out with him. He was afraid to hear you say that you were still in love with Matt. He was afraid you would become a memory, a stranger whose laughter he would recognize in a crowd of people. Bucky loved you too much and couldn't bear the thought of losing you. 
He opened his mouth to speak but the words got caught in his throat. And just like that the moment was broken, interrupted by Matt's grunts of pain that warned them that he had regained consciousness. You gave Bucky an apologetic smile, giving him a quick peck on the lips before rushing into the living room to examine Matt. You didn't want to leave him, but you couldn't leave Matt alone either. You just hoped Bucky would understand, that somehow he knew he was the only true owner of your heart.
"For fucks sake, Matt! Lay down, you need to rest" you scolded him as soon as you saw him trying to get up from the couch. He tried to resist you when you tried to force him to lie down, but he was so weak that he wasn't able to put up a fight. "How did you end up like this? I thought you had a suit that protected you."
"I do have one, it's just getting fixed" Matt said with a wince as you checked his wounds to make sure he hadn't opened any stitches.
"You mean you've been running around Hell's Kitchen without any protection all this time?" You spoke with horror in your voice, imagining the kinds of dangers he had been facing without a suit to keep him safe. If even with one he sometimes came home beaten and bleeding you didn't even want to think about how much worse the situation had gotten now that he didn't have one. "Jesus Christ, Matt! Why didn't you come here before?"
"After everything that happened between us I wasn't sure if you would open the door for me."
When you heard Matt's words, you put aside everything you were doing to look at him with a serious expression in your eyes. Sure, you hadn't ended things in the best way. He had made you suffer and yes, for a while you had held a grudge. But that didn't mean you wanted him dead or that you enjoyed his pain. Not even on your worst days would you have thought to slam the door in his face if he came to you for help. You just weren't that kind of person.
"Listen, Matt, I know our relationship didn't end well but I would never refuse to help you with something like this" you said and he was able to hear the honesty in your voice. "I'd rather deal with the tension in the air than have you running around the city wounded and bleeding. You could have died!"
A silence formed as Matt processed your words. You were too good and he definitely didn't deserve you. After everything he had done to you and all the pain he had caused you, you still wanted to help him. Matt felt like an idiot, like the biggest son of a bitch on the planet as your delicate fingers took care of fixing one of the bandages on his chest that had come undone. You were worried about him, inspecting his wounds carefully as you had done so many times in the past. You cared about him despite everything he had done to you.
"I'm sorry" Matt murmured in a calm, sincere voice, resting his hand over yours on his chest. "I'm sorry for everything... for hurting you, for the way I handled our relationship and for the way it ended. You didn't deserve any of that... not a single day goes by without me wishing our story had ended differently.”
You fell silent, taken aback by Matt's words. You had spent many nights imagining this very situation. It was your comfort in your worst moments, fantasizing that he would show up to apologize for how he had treated you. You relieved your frustrations by imagining slamming the door in his face or describing in detail how broken you felt inside so that he would understand the pain he had caused you. But now that it was finally happening you didn't know how to respond. The speeches you had recited over and over in your fantasies no longer matched how you felt. 
And that's how you realized that the wounds in your heart had healed, maybe not completely but enough so that you no longer held a grudge against Matt.
"I'm sorry too" you answered at last and you were being completely honest. You were terribly sorry for the way your relationship had ended, but that was all. You no longer felt hatred or crushing anguish, just mild sorrow about how bad your last moments together as a couple were. It saddened you because you knew that things between you could have been very different, but that was all. 
The sound of Bucky clearing his throat brought you out of your thoughts. As you looked up you met his figure standing tall in the door frame. His eyes were glued to your hands resting on Matt's chest, trapped under his own hands.
"I'm going home" Bucky declared before disappearing down the hallway to the front door, not giving you time to reply before he vanished from your sight.
"Bucky, wait!" you called after him, chasing him to prevent him from leaving without talking to you first. You wanted to make sure he knew nothing was going on between you and Matt, to tell him that your heart belonged to him and no one else. But you didn't know how to express yourself without sounding too intense, so when you caught up with him–-with one foot already out of your apartment—all you could say was, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, doll, I'm fine" he assured you, but you didn't believe him. He looked tense, his demeanor completely different than it had been a couple of hours earlier as you ate dinner and chatted about your day.
"Are you sure?" you insisted, looking at him with your big eyes full of doubt.
"Yes, I'm sure." Bucky sighed. "I'm just tired, doll, and you're very busy with Matt here so I'm just gonna go home and get some sleep. We'll talk tomorrow, okay?" You knew that wasn't true, he was clearly upset by Matt's presence there, but you decided not to press him about it. You figured you'd have plenty of time to talk once you were alone, so you nodded your head in agreement. 
You gave him a quick kiss and wished him goodnight before letting him go, closing the door to your apartment as you cursed in your mind. It was all too good to be true. Your relationship with Bucky was going too well so of course something had to happen and mess it up. That was just your luck.
"I'm sorry if I caused any problems with your boyfriend. I didn't know where else to go" Matt spoke from the couch, sensing better than anyone the tension his presence had created between the couple. "He doesn't seem to like me that much so I assume you told him about me."
"It's fine, we just started dating. I'm sure he'll understand. And if he doesn't... Well, he's not the only guy out there. I'll be fine" you said, plopping down on the arm of the couch at Matt's feet. It was a complete lie. You were convinced that Bucky was the last decent man left in the city and losing him would devastate you, but you hoped Matt was too injured to detect your heartbeat. 
"Oh c'mon, Y/N! We both know that's a lie. You really like this guy. I recognize the symptoms, you know.... Your body temperature rises when he's close to you, your heart beats faster when he calls your name... Just like it used to happen when we were dating."
The melancholic tone in Matt's voice and his sad words made you think of the happy days you had shared with him. You remembered the tingle that used to awaken inside you at the mere touch of your skin against his or the way your heart would melt at the sight of his smile. You thought of the way his kisses used to make your knees weak and the sense of calm and security that waking up next to him gave you. Those were all things that until recently you thought you would never experience again. You used to think that after Matt you would never be able to fall in love with someone else, either because of the fear of being hurt again or because you thought you would never be able to get over him. But now hearing him say those things about the way your body reacted to Bucky made you realize that wasn't true. You already knew that you liked Bucky, but you had never taken the time to consider how deep your feelings for him were until this moment.
"I really thought you were the only man for me" you broke the silence, speaking as you stared off into the distance while remembering those dark moments in your past. "When we broke up I thought I'd never be able to fall in love again. This thing I have with Bucky feels... weird, like it's something that shouldn't have happened. It's like I've found a way to trick the universe into giving me a second chance. The problem is, I'm not sure I'm ready to start over. I don't know if I can give myself completely to someone again." You confessed letting out a frustrated sigh, not even considering how strange and probably inappropriate it was that you were opening up like that to your ex-boyfriend.
You loved Bucky and trusted him, but still a small part of you was afraid. You'd had a hard time getting back on your feet after Matt and you weren't sure you were strong enough to do it again if things with Bucky ended badly. 
"I was never the only man for you, Y/N. I'm not even sure I was one of the valid candidates" Matt muttered, letting out a sour laugh. "I was the one who fooled the universe the moment you agreed to go out with me. You were always too good for me. What we had was an illusion, a product of my selfishness."
"No, Matt-"
"It was," he interrupted you before you could convince him otherwise. "It was. I thought I could get on your level, make things work between us, but I was only lying to myself and I ended up hurting you. So please don't close yourself off from love and happiness because of me. Our relationship was never supposed to happen so don't use it as an example for anything."
You didn't know what to answer so you remained silent, reflecting on Matt's words. You didn't agree with him when he referred to himself as unworthy of your love, and even less so when he claimed that your relationship had been a mistake. The love you had felt for him was one of the most intense emotions you had ever experienced in your life up to that point. And even though your breakup had hurt you just as intensely, you didn't regret it at all. Your story was a sad one because you were two compatible people who had been unlucky enough to meet at the wrong time. In the end when it all fell apart it was because Matt was still in love with his ex-girlfriend, not because he was unworthy of your love or anything like that. That was once again a product of Matt's insecurities, which more often than not took over his mind and acted on his behalf. That was something he and Bucky had in common. 
Matt's words kept running through your head even after you retired to your room to let him rest. You laid awake for a while, tossing and turning in bed as you analyzed your situation. You had feelings for Bucky, feelings that only grew with each passing day, and that was something that wasn't going to change. You were already head over heels in love with him. Your fearful mind refused to accept it, but there was no denying the way your heart raced when he was near you. So what was it that made you so scared? Why did you stop yourself every time you were about to confess just how deep your love for him was? You were already screwed so it really didn't make sense to suppress your feelings. Your heart already belonged to Bucky so if things didn't work out between the two of you, you would end up devastated anyway whether you accepted your feelings or not. So the real question you should be asking yourself was, what were you waiting for to do something about it? You were already lost and if you were going to fall you should at least do it right and enjoy the ride down as much as possible.
A wave of confidence suddenly came over you, giving you the courage to get out of bed and leave your apartment in search of Bucky. It didn't matter that it was almost two in the morning or the fact that you were wearing unflattering printed pajamas. All you cared about was communicating your epiphany to Bucky, finally saying out loud what you had been feeling for a long time but had been too afraid to admit.
When you arrived at his door you knocked gently on the wood. You knew he would hear the noise anyway because the super soldier serum coursing through his veins had sharpened his senses. The knocking echoed down the hallway, cutting through the deep silence that filled the stillness of the night. For a moment you thought Bucky was already asleep and wouldn't get up to greet you, but then you heard movement behind the door—a couple of footsteps, creaking wood, a muffled murmur. And then the door opened and the tall, imposing figure of Bucky rose in front of you.
"What are you doing here, doll? Is everything alright?" he asked in a hoarse voice. He looked tired, his hair was messy as if he had just woken up but he didn't have the characteristic expression of having just woken up. He looked at you with relief in his eyes as if all this time he had been waiting for you to show up at his door. You wondered then if maybe he too had spent the night tossing and turning in bed while thinking about your future together.
"I love you" you blurted out without any warning or explanation. You knew that if you struggled to eloquently express your feelings and the thinking path that had led you to that moment you would end up distracting yourself or confusing things. And at this moment you needed to be as clear and direct as possible, so you skipped the unnecessary introductions.
"What?" muttered Bucky with a mix of surprise and confusion in his voice. It wasn't that he hadn't heard you, he had, but he wanted to make sure he had heard you correctly and that it wasn't all the product of some delusion in his brain.
"I love you" you repeated. "I have for a while now, but I was afraid of saying it out loud because, well, I guess it's because that makes it real and you know my history.... Not that I think that you're gonna hurt me like Matt or something, I know you are two different guys with different personalities and all" you rambled. You were nervous and when you got like that you started rambling. It was as if your mouth worked faster than your brain, uttering word after word without having a chance to think about what you were saying until it was too late. 
Luckily for you, Bucky already knew you. He had heard your nervous ramblings on several occasions and honestly he found them adorable. So while you talked without stopping to breathe he just smiled. He smiled because you were the most adorable woman on the planet. He smiled because despite what his insecurities told him, you loved him and didn't seem to want to go anywhere. He smiled because he loved you too and had spent the last few weeks biting his tongue to avoid blurting it out at the most inconvenient times, afraid that it would scare you away from him. 
"Doll," Bucky interrupted you, placing one of his hands on your cheek to force you to look at him. You immediately fell silent as you felt his touch on your skin, losing yourself in the deep ocean of his eyes. Heat rose to your cheeks as you finally realized you were wandering, though the smile on Bucky's face helped ease your embarrassment. "I love you too."
And with those simple four words he was able to melt away all the fear that was spinning in your head, replacing it with a warm and fuzzy feeling that you could only describe as pure happiness coursing through your veins. 
Without another word Bucky stepped forward and closed the distance that separated you, joining your lips in a kiss. Fireworks exploded inside you, multicolored sparkles flashing behind your eyes as Bucky wrapped his arms around you, pressing your body against his bare chest. He was kissing you with the same fervor as always, his lips moving expertly in perfect sync with yours, but somehow it felt different. And it was because it was the first kiss you shared without pressure or doubt, fear or insecurity. There were no questions about what the other felt going around in your heads or doubts about the future of your relationship. You both knew now what the other was feeling. You both knew that you were just as madly in love and that you were willing to do whatever it took to make your relationship work. It was as if a weight had been lifted from your shoulders, freeing you from the chains of fear and insecurity and giving you a sense of confidence and security that was reflected in the way your lips moved.
Soon the kiss that began soft and tender turned passionate and desperate. Your hands explored Bucky's bare chest as you clung to his lips. He used his super soldier strength to lift you up, taking you in his arms unexpectedly and forcing you to entwine your legs around his waist. You didn't break the kiss at any point, your lips caressing each other desperately as Bucky walked blindly into his apartment, kicking the door shut. You clung to his broad shoulders for support as he walked to the living room, dropping onto the couch with you on his lap. You let out a squeak of surprise at the impact followed by a laugh that vibrated against his lips.
Bucky smiled against the kiss, but even that wasn't enough to separate you. On the contrary, you took advantage of the new position to deepen the kiss, letting your curious hands explore every inch of exposed skin you came across. It was as if you were physically incapable of pulling away from each other. You had been in that position several times since you had started dating—your movie nights didn't always end when the credits rolled—, but never before had you felt that way. You were desperate to physically prove that your words were real, to express with your bodies how deep your love truly was.
You used your advantageous position on Bucky's lap to dominate the situation. You buried your fingers in his long chestnut hair, intertwining your fingers in the strands as you caught his lower lip between your teeth and nibbled the sensitive skin gently. He let out a deep moan that awakened a tingle inside you. Tightening your grip on his hair, you tilted his head back to expose his neck. He didn't protest, moving his head to the side to give you better access to his soft spots. You smiled at his predisposition and moved your wet kisses down his jaw to his neck. You already knew his sensitive spots very well so you wasted no time and attacked the soft skin under his ear with your lips. Bucky's hands tightened their grip on your waist, trying to control his urges as you nibbled and sucked on the sensitive skin of his neck. 
You continued your torturous path of wet kisses down his neck to his collarbone, gently biting the skin before caressing it with your tongue and sucking to relieve the burning. Without realizing it you moved your kisses to his left shoulder, delicately caressing with your lips the scars that adorned the skin that merged with the metal. You didn't think much of it, you were just showing your love in a physical way to your boyfriend. But Bucky tensed under your touch and carefully pulled you off his body, placing his hand under your chin so you could look into his eyes.
"Are you sure about this?" He asked with caution. Feeling your lips on his scars had reminded him how fucked up he was and how bad it was to drag you down with him. "I'm a mess, doll. I'm broken in ways you can't even imagine and I don't know if I can be fixed." His voice cut off a little as he spoke, his eyes glistening with the tears he was trying so hard to hold back. Your heart broke into pieces as you saw the pain reflected in the blue of his eyes and you swore at that moment that you would do everything in your power to erase it from his gaze forever.
You placed your hand on his cheek, your thumb caressing the soft skin of his face as a small smile formed on your lips. Bucky leaned over your hand, enjoying the warmth of your skin against his. You were looking at him with pure adoration in your eyes, something that made his heart race and at the same time made him want to close his eyes. You had never looked at him that way before so he was not used to the attention. He felt self-conscious under the intensity of your gaze and wanted to escape from it, yet at the same time it made his heart pound with joy as a warm feeling filled him completely.
"Who isn't a little broken inside these days?" you replied to his doubts before leaning in and bringing your lips together again in a kiss.
There was a lot of truth behind your words. Humanity was full of people broken inside. Some were in worse condition than others. Some had more tragic stories than others. But they all had some kind of damage. That didn't mean they were any less deserving of love. On the contrary, they deserved as much as everyone else to find someone to trust, someone to lean on. They deserved to have someone by their side willing to listen to their pain and help them through it. And you were willing to be that someone for Bucky, just as he was willing to be that someone for you.
"I'm just saying" Bucky spoke as you parted, a bright smile plastered on his face. "Because I don't think I can ever let you go."
"I'm counting on it."
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So this is the anon who just finished the comic and does like hitoshi x akechi and after you mentioned it in the tags I just cannot stop thinking about Akira x hitoshi x akechi it seems so so silly. I feel like they all simultaneously balance eachother out while being terrible influences.
I would love to hear more of your thoughts on it if you'd like to share (I have more myself but I dont wanna ramble in your inbox dt6tudtud)
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toxic trio real and true…,,,
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SEND ME YOUR THOUGHTS OMLLLLLLLLLL PLEASEEEEE RAMBLE IN MY INBOX🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
like!!!! This makes me so happy u have no idea,,,,,
anyway,,,, if u are interested ,,, here
are my thoughts……….
too many cooks! too many cooks!
akechi definitely plays them against each other (ex. “Akira won’t do [x] for me 🥺 but will you…?” “Hitoshi told me no about [x] but… I know you would…”)
what is in it for Akira and Hitoshi? welp. Not much. Mostly Akechi. It’s like they’re positive hydrogens. and Akechi is a very negative oxygen in the middle
but Hitoshi is still definitely a pushover and would do anything Akira asked him to. and honestly ??? he’s probably pretty into the crimes Akira has him do. It gives him an outlet to vent his frustrations
Akira never asks Hitoshi to be his fall guy or look the other way when he’s stealing something. No no no. he wants that man in on the action. Live a little.
I think they would actually be like synchronized swimmers in the kitchen. Hitoshi despises how well Akira is able to prepare fish, but hey. Someone’s gotta do it and it’s not gonna be Hitoshi, so. They cover each others weaknesses in the kitchen.
Akira is also a really good listener and lockbox, so Hitoshi probably traumadumps on him often. It’s a comfort Hitoshi didn’t think he needed, but he probably ends up either falling asleep in Akira’s arms by the end of it all or saying some dumb shit before leaving like “I think I was born to meet you” that takes Akira’s breath away
Akira ends up spooning with Hitoshi a lot and having so much tall boyfriend to sprawl out on is a fucking dream.
For fear of Akira and Hitoshi leaving him for each other, Akechi probably wedges himself between them as often as possible.
But in the end they somehow… manage to make the discordance work a little bit……
idk I think it would end with Hitoshi having to leave both of them for the good of his own mental health unless they make it to the end of graduation, at which point, Hitoshi becomes well-loved long distance boyfriend for epilogue reasons while Akira and Akechi stay in Inaba for epilogue reasons.
Generally though,,,, I think it’s just not . Something that would come together . Like…Ever
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Who you belong to
Summary: You plan a date night with Wolffe going to a concert for a band you both love. You decided to have some fun and choose a sexy, tempting outfit for your Commander. Turns out the lead singer had his eyes on you and Wolffe needs to remind you who you belong to.
Pairing: Commander Wolffe x f!reader
Warnings: NSFW,18+ (minors pls don't read), biker!Wolffe, sorta possessive Wolffe, jealousy, fingering, kinda public sex, grinding, language, growling, biting, kinda dom!Wolffe, blowjob, Wolffe being Wolffe, soft Wolffe, feelings, mention of a real life band and band member, a few easter eggs as characters, mention of readers looks, a bit long  (I hope I haven't left out anything.)
A/N: This is a gift for my lovely dear also super talented writer (check out her fics!)  friend Gabi! 💖@cloneloverrrrr
I know you love Wolffe and this band so this is especially for you to enjoy! I wrote this in vacay so pls forgive me if I mistyped something. Also this is my first fics post for a very long time so pls be kind. And this is my first ever smuty, spicy fics so Im super excited but also anxious about it. I really hope you'll like it. (I like criticism, but only if you guys are kind and not rude.) And forgive me if something is not correct with the grammar because english is not my first language. There is gonna be a part 2. (smutty!) coming in this week. 
Moodboard made by me in Canva and pictures from Pinterest.
Pls enjoy! 
Satisfied, you looked at yourself in front of the three-part standing mirror. Today promised to be a particularly good day. You finished your job early, so you had time for a pleasant bubble bath and some pampering rituals, which only boosted your confidence even more. Somehow your feminine energies were at a high level today. Several of your customers asked what serum you use, telling you that your skin is almost glowing, and even your hair is shining brighter. Maybe it's the position of the stars, maybe it's the full moon, or even more so, the fact that you happen to be on a date with the hottest Commander of the GAR, Wolffe. Your Wolffe.
Hound introduced you to each other when little tooka kittens moved into the air vent of Fox's office. You were the only applicant who was willing to take in the black and orange colored kittens. Fox and Wolffe were having a few words over a cup of caf when you and Hound arrived at the office. As soon as Wolffe saw you, he knew it was over for him. He fell into you hard, deep and inexorably. He immediately introduced himself, and although you were a bit surprised at first by the approach of the grumpy intimidating clone, you noticed over a little time, the softening of his dark and serious gaze as he looked at you with his silver and whiskey colored eyes. 
You were the only woman who found a crack in his hard, cold armor and moved straight into his heart.
It's been half a year already that you are officially a couple. As far as the strict rules allow. (You had Master Plo's blessing, and that was all that mattered to you. Rules are meant to be broken, anyway.) 
Wolffe has to go on another mission tomorrow, but tonight is all yours. So you certainly had some great plans.
A couple of scented candles in your apartment that made the air smell of pumpkin and cinnamon in honor of the coming autumn. Several outfits have been prepared for your black gothic styled bed and on the soft velvety blankets. The black kitten was sleeping curled up on the cushion of your reading chair. While you swept the orange one off the bed yourself. The little mischievous one really wanted to play with the shoulder strap of the small bag you chose to go with one of the dresses.
Your nails matched your lipstick, which was exactly the same dark rich burgundy as the spicy sweet wine you were sipping while getting ready, and it matched the  love bite marks that Wolffe gave you on your last evenings together. Little gifts, or you can say reminders of who you belong to, and how much he craves you. You loved them, even though they started to fade away a little.
"So it's a good excuse to get some more" you thought cheekily. 
You looked at the outfits, you weren't sure which one to wear, but you were sure of two things you definitely gonna wear. Your new long black vinyl jacket with matching boots and your new black lacy underwear set . The make-up was done, your hair smelled of your favorite shampoo and fell softly in raven black locks on your back, you had already put on your underwear and boots, both of which were surprisingly comfortable. You also talked to two girlfriends on comm.
All three of you lived far from each other, in different rims but you still made time for a little chat several times a week.
You met on a platform where several blogs ran stuff about clones (how little rights they have, how can their situation be helped, what is like dating in such straight circumstances.) and you've been good friends ever since.
One of them used their connections and gifted you two tickets to the concert of your favorite band. You and Wolffe were both fans of Bad Omens, so you couldn't wait for tonight to start. You just asked their advice on what to wear.
"Whatever you choose, knowing the Commander, you won’t be wearing it for long." teased one of them. 
Starting with this, an idea occurred to you!
Risky and bold, but it can turn out well...
You knew that Wolffe would arrive soon, so you said goodbye to your girlfriends and sipped the remaining wine from your glass, making up your mind confidently. You threw your clothes on the floor and only put on your coat. It was perfect: the size, the material, plus it covered enough to not get into an awkward position, as it was long enough. You sprayed a little perfume on yourself, which made you know that Wolffe would only go crazy for you. 
Wolffe had a bike, but not just any speeder bike. It was a big, solid, black, shiny, sport bike. He worked hard for it and put aside all the credit so it could be his. It was his treasure that was guarded with fear until he got to know you. After all, you took the first place in his heart. Anyhow he took great care of her and often maintained her, giving her the name Selene, which is basically the moon goddess in mythology. Until he knew you, she was the only one he cared about, and yes, he even howled sometimes when he drove with her on the capital roads.
He stored it in the small garage belonging to your apartment, which you allowed him to do and for which he showed his gratitude so many times in the form of kisses.
Right now, leaning on the motorcycle, you watch as the person of your desires and love approaches you.
Instead of his usual GAR gear, he wore black pants, boots, and a leather jacket. Smelling like a divine god, woody musk mixed with leather, amber and a hint of bergamot. An elixir that made you crave him more and more every time. 
"Hey handsome. Care for a ride?" you teased him. 
"With a woman like you? Always mesh'la. I will even go to hell with you, it will be heaven for me as long as you are mine and I can kiss you on those lush lips of yours."
You shuddered when you saw his eyes darken, and his seductive tone only made you more aroused. You loved everything about his voice, its depth, the accent, the way he whispered those sinfully sexy words into your ear every night when you were together in his own language.
He wrapped his two strong arms around your waist and kissed you passionately. You haven't seen him in a week, so the kiss quickly turned into tongue and teeth kinda kiss. With this kind of kiss, the world ceases to exist, it's just you and the butterflies in your stomach are about to burst out of excitement and there is only him. His honey-like taste in your tongue, his scent in the air your lungs breathe in, his grip in your body that makes you crazy and his love for you that makes you so utterly obsessed with him. 
You just stayed like that for a while, not paying attention to the outside world, lovingly kissing freely like young lovers. When you separated, both of you were gasping for air and your foreheads touched.
"Miss me that much Commander?" you asked
“So. Very. Kriffing. Much.” 
After every word, he planted a kiss on your lips, emphasizing his truth.
You both put on your helmets and biker gloves headed towards one of the downtown nightclubs on the lower level.
Wolffe drove fast, took the corners confidently, but with certainty. You loved riding a motorcycle with him, the excitement, the feeling of freedom, the fact that your body was almost completely smoothed over his. Wolffe promised that he would teach you to ride a motorcycle after the war, but you knew that together with him you liked riding much more. On the way, the pack members appeared on both sides, Sinker and Comet saluted and waved, and Boost boosted past you at full speed balancing on a rear wheel, all of them howling. You laughed as Wolffe shifted into higher gear more enthusiastically. You thanked the Maker for the hair foam that, when you apply it to your hair and drive at such a high speed, the air creates wonderful tangle-free volume in your hair.
With the tickets, they let you in out of line and you were already inside. Smoke machines and flashing red lights made the concert halls vibe. Upbeat music played that became one with your heartbeat. You chase out several acquaintances in the crowd, to whom you waved enthusiastically. You saw members of the Corrie guard, some troopers from the 501th and the 212th battalions. 
“You look amazing my dear. Absolutely stunning!”
When you heard the familiar chuckle, you turned to Gregor with a big smile as he winked at you from the center of a lady's wreath. He greeted you with two kisses on the cheek, which caused most of the ladies gathered around him to frown glumly with their colorful lips. But you didn't care, you and Gregor were good friends before you got together with Wolffe.
"I see you are not bored. You have quite an amount of pretty ladies as company."
"Well, somehow I have to make up for the time I was gone. And they can't resist the famous 'Gregor charm'." 
When he did his iconic hair straightening motion one girl almost passed out, you just rolled your eyes laughing. Gregor took a good look at you and knew right away.
"Naughty girl! You're gonna kill this poor bastard with your sexiness. Has he noticed it yet?"
"Not yet."
"Good. Play your cards smart dear. And don't sit on cold benches!"
He planted another kiss on your cheek and returned to his ladies. Such a ladies man.
There was a kind of unspoken agreement between you two, when Wolffe was around Gregor would try to flirt with you. This made Wolffe a little jealous and left delicious bruises on your soft skin to your delight while fucking you to heaven. And Gregor's current lady was also jealous and gave the Captain what he wanted much sooner. A win-win situation.
Wolffe put his arms around you. You enjoyed the concert together. You sang the lyrics with the band, you danced as much as the crowd allowed. The music and the atmosphere permeated you completely. You were upbeat and happy, a gorgeous smile was on your face and sparkle in your eyes.
Wolffe looked at you and couldn't get enough of you. He adored you. He was kind of obsessed. Your beautiful appearance, which seems to have been made for him. Your raven and shiny silky hair, your pretty face, your soft and divine body. Your kind heart, which holds so much love. The care that you put in your friendships. The nurture care you showed for the adopted kittens. As you shower his newly acquired war scars with kisses. Your passion for your work. 
He didn't believe in his wildest dreams that he would ever be able to feel this way about someone. 
As he observed you lovingly, he noticed a small blush appear on your cheeks. Then he noticed how the band's lead singer looked at you. Noah kriffing Sebastian was ogling you like you were a delicious dessert to him. Wolffe knew he was your celebrity crush since you were young. Wolffe was no longer paying attention to the music, but to the way the singer almost sang to you, and that he even winked at you. This clearly had an effect on him, because the Commander decided it was time to act. There were two options. He rips out the musician's heart with his bare hands in front of you, or reminds you who you belong to.
Unfortunately, he wouldn't win much with the first move, as he would be arrested and convicted, which would be a lot of paperwork for Fox, leaving option number 2. He took your upper arm and gently but firmly led you out of the crowd and into one of the deserted corridors.
He pinned you to the wall, the cold metal cooling your back. He covers your mouth with his, hot and heavy.
"Wolffe! What's gotten into you?" you asked.
He didn't answer, he just studied your face in silence, the neon lights in the reflection of his cybernetic eyes only made him even more dangerously handsome. The shadows on his face highlighted his strong nose, high cheekbones and attractive lips.
"I decided it's time for a little reminder for you mesh'la. I see you're enjoying the concert too much."
"Yes it's amazing! Aren't you enjoying it?"
"Not really when that bastard singer have eyes on something he shouldn't. I see how he basically eyefucked you. Do you want it mesh'la? Want to fuck him? Don't even get me started on Gregor."
"No. I'm only yours, you know that."
You cupped his face and looked into his eyes, soon you realized regardless, you still get a little reminder how to behave. You smiled at him.
"Good. Now be a good girl, and open up." he commanded.
You obeyed, opened your mouth and looked up at him seductively through your eyelashes.
"Make them wet."
You sucked them in and you gently started to caress his fingers with your tongue and enjoyed the effect you caused him. His eyes are fixed on you, lustful and dark, he swallows, then takes them away from your lips and straight towards your hot, longing center.
That's when he discovers that you're not wearing pants or a skirt. You see the surprise slide across his face and then turn into a satisfied smile. He relaxes his free hand on the belt of the jacket as he unbuttons it, then discovers that you are only wearing your underwear under the jacket, and the thigh high boots. He almost growled with desire.
"Such a dirty girl. You're gonna be the end of me."
He basically groweld in your ears. While he pulled your panties to the side out of his kriffing way and started gently stroking your folds and found that sensitive spongy spot as he slid two fingers into you. You were already wet all evening from the excitement of your choice of clothing and the feelings of his closeness.
His fingers moved rhythmically inside you as he massaged your clit in circular motions with his thumb. You moaned loudly with lust.
"Funny Gregor said that too." you let out a chuckle.
Wolffe suddenly stopped with his motions, eliciting a moan of complaint from you at the lack of his fingers. He grabbed your chin with his fingers wet from your juices, squeezing it a little.
His veins on his neck straining from how hard he's clenching his jaws, the wild nearly homicidal look in those amber colored and silver dark eyes, you began to understand how he came about his name. It aroused you to no end.
"I'm only going to ask this once, and you better have a good answer for me, mesh'la. Who does this pussy belong to? Who do you belong to?"
Maker, you were a whimpering mess, you wanted him so bad to take you right here right now while the concert still plays in the background and with the excitement that anyone could caught you in this position.
"You. Only you Commander." you said
"Will you think about other men when I'm pleasing you?" he asked in a gentle tone but from his eyes you saw how serious he was.
" Never. I'm only yours."
"Wouldn't you like anyone else to touch you like this? Hmm?"
He asked slowly oh so slowly circling your clit with his free hand, the other kept you still by the jaw.
"Are you wishing it was someone elses fingers inside of you? Noah Sebastian maybe? Or Captain Gregor? Do you think they make a better job at knowing you? Loving you like I do?"
His voice was low warm toned, it sent shivers down your spine.
He slipped to fingers in your tight aching cunt. You whined in pleasure wanting more, but he was torturing you with his sweet slow motions. Maker you wanted more.
"No there is only you. Only you my Commander. Oh, Wolffe, give me more! I need to come so bad. I don't want anyone else but you. No rockstar."
"What about the Captain you want him?"
"No, I don't wish for Gregor. Only you my love."
"Good. Don't ever say his name while I'm inside you. Understand that pretty girl?"
You loved it when he spoke to you in his commanding tone.
"Yes."
"Yes, What?" He leaned in closer to you, your lips almost touched.
"Yes, Commander." you said and he let out a satisfied grumble which made your pussy twitch in answer.
Oh, how he loved hearing that rank roll off your lips. Just the thought of it made him rock hard. Just as much as you loved to hear his growls and moans.
You palmed his turgid length through his pants and earned some more pleasant noises from Wolffe.
His fingers begin to swirl on your sensitive bud, you open your legs wider to allow him better access, and let out a small gasp when he gently nibbles your ear. He can feel how wet you get by his movements. His fingers curl in you the way he knows it makes your knees weak you can't help it but to grind into his palm. He starts to explore your neck and jaw gently kissing biting and sucking delicious lovebites on your pale skin.  You can feel you're close to your climax as he moved his hand in you and rubbed on your clit, when he felt your inner muscles clench around him he let out a satisfied growl in your ear, when you decided to lean closer to him and lick a long stripe over his pulse.
"Fuck...Wolffe...I'm close.." you moaned.
"Then cum for me mesh'la, give it to me sweet thing..."
Your climax hit you hard and you felt so wonderfully helpless as the room spun and you saw stars, you heard the music from the still running concert show.
He still had his hand in you still hit that oh so sweet spongy spot to help you ride out your orgasm. Wolffe loved to make you cum. Feeling you fall apart in his arms seeing how beautiful you were and how vulnerable in those moments it turned him on like nothing else.
"Shhh you such a good girl." he shooted you and kissed your forehead. "But you have to earn another one. Is it okay for you sweet thing?"
"Yes. Please. Please I need to taste you Commander."
You knelt down, running your fingers gracefully along his thick muscled legs up towards the zipper. When your hand was on his hardness, you looked up seductively.
"May I Commander suck on your cock sir? "
"Yes you fucking may. I like it when you know how to behave. Good girls get a reward."
Some concern appeared on your face when you saw his huge cock bounce out from his pants. He was perfect and you became more aroused when you see the effect you made on him. You rubbed your red plum lips gently to the tip to smear his salty pre cum then you slid it fully into your mouth ever so slowly and Wolffe let out a sexy hoarse voiced moan. You welcomed him with wet hotness and a tight throat as you moved up and down on his shaft. You tried to take him further, still only getting half way.
Your mouth felt a little dry, since you had been singing and shouting at the concert so far. Wolffe caressed your face lovingly, then turned up your face by the jaw:
"I got you. Open up, pretty girl, let me help you."
You obeyed, you opened your mouth with your eyes closed and felt him kiss you passionately and spit in your mouth.
You couldn't take it, you reached down with your hand and played with yourself until you were now completely wet and hot and could let him into your mouth and suck on him rhythmically up and down. His head fell back in pleasure.
"Just like that...so kriffing good...so good with that pretty mouth of yours."
You gently wrung guttural moans from him. Holding his gaze was hard but something in his gaze just kept you there. You couldn't look away from him.
He had that lustful loving look on you full of feral and hunger for you. Only you can get this reaction out of him. Only you hold this power over him, that makes him rock hard and wild for you.
You enjoyed and valued this power, this connection you two had. Force bond? Fuck that! You two were so perfect, so meant to be. Fucking soulmates.
You might have closed your eyes for these sweet thoughts because you heard his command.
"Don't you dare look away from me mesh'la."
He was satisfied with your quick response because he gently grabbed your hair and with one hand he guided you on his cock.
"That's it, keep your eyes on me. I want you to watch me as I fuck that pretty mouth. "
He couldn't have looked away if he tried to. The way his cock disappeared in and out from your mouth, as your talented tongue worked on him it almost made him lose his mind. If he was gonna die this is the way he wants to leave this life, with you, inside you. Loving you.
"Ah sweetheart I'm close... Will you be good and swallow? You can say the safe word if you want to stop."
You worked on him with more passion and gripped his hips as an answer.
You knew exactly what made him feel heavens, what movements he needed to tip over the edge and cum.
Your pace quickened and your tongue too, his grip tightened in your hair and his moans were louder.
You didn't care about the world around you, what mattered is the two of you, to bring pleasure to each other. And luckily he  chose a well hidden corridor. So you weren't disturbed.
He came hard, his head fell back, eyes closed growling like a real wolf. His salty warm cum came down your throat as you swallowed all of it. He looked down on you with lovesick eyes.
You looked so lovely, your mascara a bit smeared from your tears, your mouth is red glistening with his cum, your hair is messy and your eyes full of emotions.
He helped you up, kept you close to him, kissed you with love and passion.
"I'm so crazy for you mesh'la."
He whispered to your locks when he gave you a forehead kiss. You hugged him tight, intoxicated with his warmness and his cologne.
"Should I help you with something?"
"I just go for a quick touch up in the bathroom." you said.
You went into another corridor with still wobbly legs and acknowledged that there was no line in frotnt of the bathrooms so the show must be still going on.
You only saw a pretty lilac twilek girl press Gregor to the wall kissing him furiously. When he saw you he held his fist out and you fist bumped it while going in the ladies room.
You cleaned yourself up, put on another coat of lipstick, wiped away the smeared mascara and noticed all the lovely bruises your Commander gave you. Your neck was full of maroon colored lovebites, they were very noticable and very sexy on your skin. Wolffe guaranteed everyone saw he marked his territory.
When you went back he was waiting for you, and when you entered the crowd again he whispered to your ear as he wrapped his arms around you.
"Don't worry mesh'la the night isn't over yet. I have some plans for you after the concert. When I'm done with you my love, you won't even remember your own name."
...
Part 2. is coming soon!
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biscuitsngravie · 7 months
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Closer
Choso x Reader Shotgunning fic, suggestive
wc: 2112
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You giggle to yourself as you scroll through yet another TikTok video on the couch. As you adjust to fold your legs behind you, it welcomes your movement, hugging you close in its plushness. Every time you sit in it feels like the first time, the smooth velvet feeling just as new as the day it arrived. On the occasion you kick your past self in the ass for arguing with Choso about it being “too much,” to which he interpreted as a criticism on the style and not the price tag that had more numbers on it than a lottery ticket. Though nowadays you happily indulge in every luxury offered to you without hesitation at all. 
“Breaking news—” you scroll past the video without much of a thought. Everything is “breaking news,” these days, and the range is vast. Either a dog found a lost child or another life-altering tragedy has struck the masses, and your mental health cannot take the risk right now. Your eyes flicker to the top of the screen. He’s late again. A large exhale accompanies a small stretch as you settle back into position, preparing yourself for the—
“Hey, I’m home.” 
Fuck. 
“Hey, bae!” you call back, trying to act casual. “How was work?” time travel doesn’t exist. It can’t, because if it did, you would’ve traveled back in time to kick your own ass before asking that stupid ass question. 
Work was shit. It’s been shit for the past few weeks. You both knew that exceptionally well which is why you haven’t asked about it in a while. It’s either unhelpful, noncommittal grunts or the inevitable venting and occasional crying session. You’d never shame him for expressing his feelings, quite honestly you appreciate it. But with recent events, it’s the equivalent of someone asking if you’re fine on a day you are most definitely, absolutely, positutely not. 
Though it does make you happy that he’s comfortable letting his walls down around you. For the most part anyway. To be quite fair, you’re not sure if he has the capacity for them sometimes. While most relationships must cross the hurdle of trusting and learning, Choso’s issue has often been “being.” 
He’s lived as a curse for over a hundred and fifty years. It’s unfathomable to you how the transition to personhood would even begin. Wikihow holds many things, but a tutorial on that, it does not. While you both understand that separating his being so starkly between the two components of his being is not ideal, it’s still endearing to see him engage in his more human nature.
With that it’s been feeling emotions beyond the protectiveness and care he has for his brothers, understanding its complexities and the nuances of it all. It’s been learning how to put it in words and understanding that not all of them can be. It’s been a series of you doing your best to explain to him why certain things made you feel the way you did, and why others did not invoke much emotion at all. It’s so much for something you’ve never had to think much about at all, but seeing him try is something that captures your heart every time. 
You reach over to the side table on your right, opening the small compartment to pull out the emotion card pack. It has ones that start on basics like, “happy, mad, sad,” and so on, and progressively addresses more complex ones. It’s been very useful these past few weeks. 
You can hear his boots hitting the ground with thuds you can lightly feel through the flooring. He’s mad. Really mad.
The shoes hit the ground in carelessness. He stands in the archway at the entrance of the house, while you await quietly in the sitting room. Though every movement is amplified in volume as it bounces off the ridiculously high ceilings. You can hear him take off his outer coat, unzipping it carelessly and hearing the zipper jangle as he tosses it to the ground. His footsteps become a lot quieter as he finally joins you. Wordless. 
“Hey,” you try again, your voice soft and inviting. You put your phone down and get up to wrap your arms around him. He puts his hand out to stop you, and you quickly sit back down. He doesn’t even look in your direction as he makes his way to the wing chair to the left of the couch you’re in, plopping down in his full weight. 
“Do you wanna talk about it?” you offer carefully.
“You got a blunt?” he asks, glancing at the side table near his seat. 
Oh he’s mad mad.
“I can roll one for you.” a grunt of approval is all you need before you get everything out. Though the initial hand in your face used to have you briefly wonder who he thought he was in the past, after hearing what went on in the personal wreck room you two shared, you began to understand that this was only for your protection. 
As you fill the grinder you can’t help but wonder what transpired. Part of you is curious as to what would put him in this foul of a mood, but another part of you wants to give him the space until he’s ready. Since embracing his more human side, getting a job was a little… difficult to say the least. After a few failed attempts at customer service, he eventually decided to go into the world of jujutsu sorcery. 
Sometimes you wonder if it was a mistake.
First was the issue of his classification. Was he a curse? A sorcerer? An abomination? Both of you hated that he had to “choose.” Neither of you brought up his youngest brother, but wondered if he’d had a similar upbringing if anyone would ask him questions like these at all. 
Next was the issue of the workplace and workload. He often went out on missions on his own as a special grade… something. This was mostly fine, but on the occasional pairing or team assignment, “less refined,” sorcerers you’d say, would make all their reservations about him known. They’d shamelessly inquire about things you couldn’t fathom asking of anyone, all while cowering behind him when shit hit the fan. 
The conversation on how he feels “exorcising” cursed spirits for a living was left between him and his therapist. 
It was days like these that left him in the foul mood he’s in right now. 
As you go through with wrapping up, you see him take his ponytails out, making your heart skip a beat. You shamelessly oggle him as he removes his vest and drops it on the floor beside him. He then takes his upper half out of the robe and leans back a bit, sighing. You trace his body with your eyes, going over every rise and divot of his abdomen and chest. His hands swallow the ends of the armrests and you’re just imagining them around your—
“You done?”
“Huh?”
“If you can ‘huh’ you can hear,” he says flatly, head thrown back. He spreads his legs to get more comfortable. He flips one hand palm up, waiting. 
Choso is kind. Choso is sweet. He is gentle and he is patient. He’s also hot as fuck when he is not. 
You will yourself to focus, placing the blunt in his hand when you’re done. It almost looks comically small. Once he holds it properly you light it and sit back down on the couch. He’ll talk when he’s ready. 
You watch the end light up as he takes a drag, his chest slowly rising and falling as he does. You sigh to yourself as you really mentally punish yourself for all of the unhinged thoughts that are racing through your head right now. Hell, speaking of head—
“Did you see the news?”
“Hm?” you perk up and away from your delusions. 
“You heard me.”
Your chest starts to heat up. “Uh, no. Did it—”
“Don’t worry about it,” he interrupts before taking another long drag.  He puffs out small circles to entertain himself before blowing the rest out his nose. He’s quiet like that for a bit, slowly coming down as he reaches his high. 
Once you realize your own breaths have become short, you decide to stop being such a whore and go back to watching your For You Page. You don’t get two videos in before he connects his own phone to the surround sound system, just loud enough for you to not hear your own phone. You sigh in slight annoyance and get up to go get your earbuds.
As you return you see him facing forward now, hair caging his face. Through his strands you can see his blood mark now extending down his face, points extending from the lines like barbed wire. Something inside of you cowers ever so slightly — not in fear, but as a natural reaction once realizing you’re prey. 
He points in between his legs without a word, his head hung low as he looks up at you ever so slightly. Your legs obey him almost instinctively before you can think about it, placing you gingerly between his thighs. You seiza style, looking up at him. If your heart weren’t so loud in your ears you’d be able to hear the lyrics of the song that’s just started. 
You let me violate you.
A smirk tugs at his lips briefly before  letting his face drop back down. He runs his hand down the side of your face, his callouses feel almost featherlight the way he’s touching you. His hand trails down to your shoulder, playing with your spaghetti strap top. He snaps it against you once. Twice.
You let me desecrate you.
He blatantly oggles your chest for a moment. You can see the gears turning in his head and try to even your breathing, feeling your head fill with fantasies of your own. 
You let me penetrate you.
Maybe it’s just your imagination, but he slightly shifts after that line, his thighs tensing ever so slightly. You keep your hands in your lap as you wait, trying not to bite your lip to give away your anticipation. 
You let me complicate you.
He brings his hand back up to your hair, massaging your scalp through short, coily hair. You’d recently gotten a summer cut and he couldn’t seem to ever keep his hands out of it. It feels soothing enough though, causing you to lean into his touch. You let out a soft moan as if to disguise it as being conjured from the innocent touch and not the mess happening in your underwear right now. Your eyes close to let you focus on the sensation, or rather, many sensations. 
He gets closer, caging you between his thighs just a bit. His fingers entangle themselves in your hair and guide your head’s movements, causing you to open your eyes. You can feel your nails dig into your palms as you try to resist grabbing him right then and there. He hasn’t closed the distance between you two, but his presence is almost overwhelming. 
He scrunches his nose to sniffle for a moment before saying a single word. “Open.”
By now your nipples are definitely poking through your shirt, throbbing and need for attention, as well as other parts of you. You shift a little to get even the slightest bit of friction to no avail, and listen without question. You open your mouth and watch as he takes another drag before bringing his face ever so slightly closer. Not close enough in your opinion. He pulls your head back and blows the smoke into mouth, nice and slow. With a brief view before he brings you all the way back, you catch his hooded eyes and nearly moan at the sight. You sit still and take it all in, swearing the warmth is from the smoke and not the primal desire you have for him. 
I wanna fuck you like an animal.
He pulls your head down and gives a noncommittal chuckle with a fleeting smirk, only to return to his default “bored” looking expression. “Good.”
I wanna feel you from the inside.
He leans back in his chair, bringing the blunt to his lips again. “Choso—”
I wanna fuck you like an animal.
He brings his hand up to stop you before you finish.
My whole existence is flawed. 
He pats his lap — an invitation you desperately take, already feeling that he’d been holding back just as much as you with a swelling on his thigh.
You get me closer to god.
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this is my second ever character x reader fic, but i like this one wayyyyy better! i hope someone enjoys, it was a lot of fun!
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piss-pumpkin · 2 years
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Lullaby (golden guard x reader)
Reader is a member of the CATS and Raines apprentice. Pre hollow mind.
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You walked through the castle halls with purpose. In truth you’re had nowhere to go and nothing to do, but peopled assumed you were important and didn’t question you. A purposeful stride was one of your most powerful weapons. 
Everything was in order, and the coven heads would enter the emperor’s mind tomorrow. Raine was busy, and there was no more planning to be done, so you had the night off.  
Being a coven head apprentice, you had your own private chambers in the castle. Though it felt more like a fortress lately. 
Despite freedom to do anything, you wanted to practice. Big things were coming, Raine had told you everything. You needed to be sharp, and hone your skills. You were amazing already at such a high position, but you were surrounded by the exceptional. You needed to be even better then the best witches around to stand a chance. 
Once you reached your room, you closed the door and picked up your violin. Before Raine, you only knew piano. They had taught you a few string instruments and the flute for portable convince, but you still needed to be better with those. You tucked the body under your chin and readied your bow. 
♪♪♪♪♪
You finished the piece, and took a gulp of water. You prepared to run it again. It was a fighting song, fast and nimble, that would help your allies in battle. You needed to perfect it, and even more, pour emotion into it to make it more powerful. You readied you bow, and took a breath.
Just as you were about to start, there was a knock on your door. “Uh, y/n? Am I interrupting?” a muffled Hunter asked from the other side.
He certainly was, but you let him in anyway. Violin and bow in hand, you opened the door. “Hey Hunter, what’s up?” You looked at the clock, “kinda late, isn’t it?” 
He scratched the back of his neck, “yeah that’s kind of why I’m here… can I come in?”
You stepped aside and closed the door behind him when he came through. 
“I’ve never been in your room before…” he said, looking around in awe. His hands brushed up against your piano. “How did you even get this in here?” He muttered. It was definitely a big piano. 
“So, I ask again, what’s up?” You ask. Not that you don’t like having him here, but it was unusual. He typically was working. Raine didn’t trust a bone in his body, and didn’t pay him mind. They encouraged you to do the same, but you were drawn to Hunter. He was the only other person your age in the castle, of course you wanted to talk to him. Somehow you befriended the golden guard, a feat nobody expected.
“I’ve had a lot on my mind lately…” he said, deflating. You moved over to your bed and sat down, patting it next to you so he does the same. He slumped down and looked over at you. You did your best to stay quiet, and give him a space to vent.
”I just want to make my uncle proud.. but I don’t know. I don’t know if I ever will.” He flopped down on his back. “And I went outside the other day, I think I made friends, but I don’t know. They found out I’m the golden guard though.. they probably hate me now.” 
“Are you sure? I feel like they wouldn’t  hate you for that.”
“I’ll try talking to them. Darius set me up a penstagram account.” He said tiredly.
”Oh hey that’s sick, follow me on it,” you said, whipping out your scroll.
He yawned, “You have penstagram?” He was rubbing his eyes. 
“Yeah. Hey are you good, you look real tired there.” You asked. He looked half asleep, and the other half dead. Long day, you thought. 
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just came here for a little break, I have to do some research on wild magic soon.” 
You laughed, “Hunter, you are literally falling asleep on my bed, and your gonna do some  homework later?” You didn’t believe him. He was probably going to fall asleep at his desk again.
He scrunched up his nose and scoffed at you. “Yes I am, what of it?” His eyes were wide open as he spoke, highlighting the bags under them. “And aren’t you supposed to address me as ‘Golden Gaurd’? I’m your superior, remember.” 
“Ha, shouldn’t of told me your name then, cuz I am literally only ever going to call youThe Golden Guard in front of he scouts. It’s too late, you’re Hunter now” you shrugged. He was barely your superior anyway, you weren’t emperors coven. 
He pursed his lips and grumbled. “I’m not even tired.” 
“Yes you are, I can see it.” His eye bags were such a deep purple. “Here here here, you need sleep.” 
“No.” 
He left you no choice, “Then I’ll force your hand,” you said mischievously. You stood up with a smirk. “I was practicing a few things before you got here, so I may as well practice on you now, the price for interrupting.”
You knew the piece you were going to use on him well, it was piano. You’d rather not use an experimental song yet and mess it up and be embarrassed. 
“Where are you going?” He asked curtly as you walked away.
“Oh, nowhere, it’s of no interest to you,” you said overly suspiciously. You sat down at your piano bench and cracked your knuckles. 
“Hey hey, what are you doing?” He followed you up. You watched him stand up from your bed and you could see how little he’d rested. He moved so slowly trying to escape the comfort. When he finally did manage to stand, he looked back at your pillows so wistfully. 
He sat next to you on the bench. “I order you to tell me what you’re doing.” 
“Oh no! Orders!” You cried out quietly. You lifted your fingers and began playing. It was a mostly slow and peaceful song that you used to put people to sleep. Mostly. It also happened to be one of your favourites. “Don’t worrrrrrry about it.” 
You thought for sure Hunter would do something, like try to stop you, but he didn’t. He just watched your fingers glide across the keys as you made the music. You poured your magic into it. 
It was a longish song, and a few minutes in you felt something it your shoulder. You hadn’t been looking at Hunter in a while, and when you did, you saw he had fallen asleep. Aha it worked. You succeeded, you made he golden guard get some rest. You kept playing the piece.
At the climax, the sound was deep and loud. You were mindful of Hunters head on your shoulders trying not to move that arm too much. You had closed your eyes as you reached the swelling of the finale, muscle memory and magic guiding your hands. 
You didn’t feel Hunter stir from the noise until the song quieted down, and then quickly ended.
He stared at you, star struck. “That was amazing. The song that is- not putting me to sleep.” He said, blushing.
”Thanks! It’s a favourite.” You said cheerfully. “You realize you need some rest right?” 
“… yeah.” He begrudgingly admitted. Your sleep spell made him even more tired, having sweet sleep and then having it torn from him. “I’ll do my studying tomorrow.” 
Hunter pressed a key on your piano. “Heh, you make it look easy.” 
You snicker, “I make everything look easy.” You glanced back at the Instrument. “Hey you have trouble sleeping right? Want me to play you the song again, but skip the loud part?” You were aware of Hunter’s insomnia, and a spell seemed like a good way to get him to bed. 
“Uhh, okay,” he looked around. “But uh, this is your room.” 
You waved your hand. “Oh you can just stay here for tonight. I’m happy to help you out, you need some rest.” Come to think of it, Hunter had been going non stop lately. He seemed to be thinking more outside the castle too. “You can have the bed if you want, or maybe once you’re asleep I’ll push you over and take half.” 
He got quiet, and blushed fairly on his ears. “… okay.” 
You smiled. “Aight, get over there.” You gestured with your neck for him to get off your bench and let you play. He silently stood up and walked over to your bed. Awkwardly, he sat on it before laying down. It took him a moment to remember blankets, and put them on himself.
”Before I start, do you want be bed to yourself, cuz i can go to another room or sleep on the floor if you want.”  
Hunter shook his head, “no, uh it’s your room. It’s… okay. We can share if you’d be comfortable. If not then I should be the one on the floor.” 
“Oh shut up and listen to music.” 
You started to play, and the slow hypnotic melody soon lulled Hunter to sleep. You stopped playing half way through, avoiding what woke him up last time.
He looked oddly peaceful while he slept, you had to admit. It wasn’t a sight to see often. His unruly strand of hair rose and fall as he blew it up as he breathed out.  He’d be sleeping a good while if you did the spell right. 
You pulled the blankets up and snuggled into the sheets on your side. You soon drifted off yourself.
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Neither of you ever talked about how tangled and cuddled the two of you were when you both woke up. That was never to be spoken of again. He didn’t want to admit it, despite fully flushing whenever he thought about it. He didn’t look you in the eyes the whole day after. You had mostly the same reaction, despite playing it much cooler. You decided not to tell Raine that you had a thing for your friend, the golden guard. At least not for now, maybe you’d get their advice later.
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I hope you, my followers, will allow me to vent just a little bit about personal matters.
Today marks precisely one month until I get bottom surgery (out-of-state!) — something for which I have waited so long. I cannot wait any more. I just can’t. The dysphoria has gotten positively unbearable at times.
But I’m also nervous for the preparation and the recovery, and I just don’t know where my mental health will be in the couple of weeks immediately preceding it because I have to lower my hormone regimen to 2mg estradiol, while ceasing progesterone and bicalutamide entirely. That’s probably gonna be rough; at least I’ll start up the estradiol and progesterone again after the surgery (since I won’t need the bicalutamide anymore, obviously), so my mental health might be a bit better…. assuming there aren’t any complications. God, I hope there aren’t any complications.
And the combination of dysphoria and anxiety is just not very conducive to creative production, or to concentration in general. I wish I could work on my Turn A Gundam fic but I have a hard time getting into the mental zone to do so; the symphony is proceeding slowly and steadily but I’m bound to hit a roadblock soon enough, and who knows whether my two final songs for the album will be finished and out in a month’s time.
What’s kind of frustrating, too, is that AO3 seems to have precious few fics that deal with trans fem characters undergoing bottom surgery in a believable way (let alone ones that aren’t hyper-sexual in nature). Perhaps that’s a silly thing to get upset about, but honestly I wish I could relate to a lot more fanfic in that respect. Or fiction in general. I have no idea if there are any published novels which deal directly with trans characters undergoing this stuff.
Anyway, I shan’t bore you with any more of this, so that’s it for now.
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nothingbutloveforyou · 3 months
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hey I was a Fashion Design student but I dropped out after 3 semesters
I can only speak for my country/city, but what made me give up this degree was that:
a college degree isn't obligatory to work in the field
... which I wouldn't be able to do anyway if I didn't have the Connections™ in the industry
even if I did, I would mostly work for free with the hopes I would eventually get recognized and get a paid position
I didn't even work in the fashion industry, but my friends who did all say that the least they would do was designing clothes. I know you're interested in the business side of things (and I admit I don't have insight on this specific area), but — as any field that is known to invoke awe — fashion is an industry that thrives on the unpaid labor of those who feel privileged just to work with what they love
I'm sorry if my experience feels hopeless and discouraging for you, but I wanted to prepare you for the worst that can happen
be careful out there, ok? I hope you find joy where I couldn't
P.S.: I still love fashion (probably more than when I was studying it), even if I don't want to work anywhere near it. Maybe in a few years I'll finish my degree, just for knowledge's sake...
sorry for venting/ranting here, you don't even have to answer this ask. also, if you have any specific questions, my inbox is open for you
thank you so much for all of this!!! yes ive heard actually that it’s such an incredibly rough field so i’m definitely a bit hesitant but at the end of the day i’ve always wanted to work in fashion since i was a little girl
i might actually come back to that offer to drop into your inbox so thank you for that!!!
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rosey100 · 22 days
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Just thought I'd draw some roses 💐
Some Rose inspired by @kazzykatt 's aus
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Wanted
Brair
23
🩶💣🐈‍⬛🌒
I closely based on Loona from Helluva Boss and Batgirl/Barbara but with a black market father who sold her and her parakeet for "a check up" and has never been adopted once growing up. By the time she runs away at 17, Bair survives whatever is needed to steal, sells scams, everything for money to even get some fries or a small place to stay till she makeshift a shed from an abandoned train. She adapted skills and knowledge to make it where if it were making distractions or trying not to get caught by anybody, whether they were a dog fighter or police she can a brothel paunch the light bulbs out of them easy and also has some special effects from the check up let just say no one can't make this up but nobody will believe it.
Her personality is mostly cold, and she can be a bit stubborn and harsh, but she is understanding, bold, outgoing, convincent, and sociable. She is a very smart (street smart) and calculated too. Brair mainly cut off, showing her emotions or physical even her weakness in life are off limits and her feelings are merely closed off to everyone who meets her but she might well threatening people if they give off her the wrong way.
Can things get more crazy for her life(the answer is yes) on her regular " business" routes to a factory to give someone "a simple pack", but things got too fresh with that and she had to go in the place to get the money she was going for leaving the client outside while going in with his lab coat. Managin to get caught by fixing her looks and going through the vents to get to the locker. After getting the money, she stumbled into an explosive sound of glass breaking and birds chirping? Not wanting to be nosey she kept walking towards the exit and go home but curiosity had other plans, peeping in the lab she started to see two dudes trashed the whole room beyond prepare and Brair was mostly known the situation too well on why. The site of motion of the two men usually motive that she heard about and her knowledge of the is entire area suspected of starting animal testing for their products it was no surprise why two people wanted for their crimes to come in the factory to make damage and let out some animals that were almost ready to be tested on. As fate had it she was caught by the two men and she didn't have any cover up leaving her expose to a whole, got even more worse when someone caught all of them ran out to call cops but got " knocked out ".Let's just say no one knew what to do except run the fu#k out of there as fast as possible (but now without a few animals or more), and before that, a security guard came in front of her asking why she was doing in the factory hall realized she had no disguise she was about to going to the head office while the bros were almost free til the guard grab her wrist, turned around and saw them mid of escape. When he was about to alert the cops, the guy lost consciousness as Brair's teeth slowly vemon enough to tranquilize him, as all three of them ran out while throw another ball of dynamic on the roof for a distraction.
Apocalipsis
Rosa
18 ?
🦴🧫⚔️🐦‍🔥
She is the first child who came to the chew somehow at 3 y/o alive of terror and chaos. The group was not in the most likely position to even be able to look after themselves, let alone an three year old nearly covered in bl00d that is not her own( Mero almost thought of dangled her off the roof but decided to not go with it calling her Edge for awhile before changing her name 🫣) but kept her knowing the Threats outside the Tortuga so far she was kept in a room for safety measures. Rosa may have been grateful for the hospitality spake that she would leave if she had anywhere to go anyway, and that when everyone else knew things definitely changed.
Life may not be sunshine and rainbows, but she can picture a good glimpse of the life that could be. Some may think she is a defenseless wallflower jokes on them she's a beast and a wild and dangerous one at moments of disaster comes at the door, one time in particular when she was playing with some rocks and a hyena came in the room seamlessly fear wasn't coming into mind was is gruesome, by the time Mero come in to see a red splatter room and a little girl holding out a detach head in front of them bl00d covered mouth.. chewing whatever face it had (no amount was wasted that day).
Ro is pretty smart and observative even at a young age but mostly less humanly emotionally than the chew suspected that she would be growing up, though it could be the isolation and the small notion of the chew (besides Collin)tolerance of just keeping her alive. Maybe she's a small bit they had to deal with or was a bitter reminder of the past either way she knows all too well about faces, meaning that knowledge every single feature is clear to her without even a word and she can prevent any attacks from any animal even without falls through it took a lot of practice and scratches.
Xverse
Aose
20
👩🏽‍🎨⛓️‍💥🪆🪢
She was a new art school sophomore student who was bubbly, full of ambition ( I got inspired by Harley Quinn and characters like her)and who mightily have known she'd been followed by who came in her dorm that night. She had calls last at night, random creepy notes on her desk, dead flower buds at her door, and by then, it had gotten worse as she'd grown a bit more paranoid before the day happened
She has burd and badly missing memories about the night she was kidnapped. She's kind of has half of memories of her fighting off someone to the ground, but something hit her head, and nowadays, it was just a rain cloud painting, a broken bottle, and yellow eyes? Her mind is still in a blur due to that night and nothing else. In one incident, a test was performed in where she was injected with something, and she was in room full with endless supplies of medications. She was more concerned with what the results of the injection than whatever medicinal effects it could cause. It didn't really help when her body (she was unconscious) laying on the floor shaking when she came to half of her facial and physical form was unrecognizable and that,she looked down at her hands now in chains and hread a voice say "it was for her own good". Enraged with everything that happened, she started at whaling and screaming in on the top of her lungs. Asking what happened to deserve this? She started hitting the walls even if her hands were blooded, but they didn't, then someone came in-and-in a fit of rage. Sheet, you didn't know what happened. But for everyone else, all they saw was the dead body. At least her hands were somewhat free, but her mental state cracked, and since then, she always had a smile on her face.
The effects of the medicines mix in her did much more to a physical form, but a somewhat form, she started to become more aggressive and feisty when five stronger people have to force her to the task room, become more faster on her own two feet even if she ran on broken glass or lava, annihilated a whole steel table in minutes using one hand and her hearing is Is almost third percent of naturally hearing in a more normal human way and because of the incident she grew more tolerant any pain since.
Trottamundoss
Rosita
25?
🪷🎀❤️‍🔥🩰
For what I can say about her: she's mixed with Pinkie pie's personality, golden retriever vides, and a dash of calm blanket of 60's flower power in a large bowl and I throw it in a garden bed ( but sprinkling some thorns in the mix so) and the rest is sun baked for a while. Mostly sweet, bubbly, fun-loving, graceful, cheerful, and smiling girl with a heart of gold 💛
What I think she likes is that it's basically enjoying sunny days, music, friendly company, walks in parks, blowing bubbles, playing with the critters, dancing in the field, etc. ( Gosh, bless her, I made a fu#king deer). I also think that since she likes a big pile of wholesome, Rosita is very good at 🥁 air flying (yes believe it) where she can find a high place dropped herself off and she can just float in the air kinda like a dandelion but without the process of dying just float for long time till she finds a place to lands on
Defenseless as she is for a lot of would take their chances for the kill, but don't think she's knows her opponents will do, that why this little ray of sunshine can burn you when she exposes her bristles that gives a temporarily painful experience for anyone who came to harm her or anyone who seems to be in danger. There's something else she can bo where if she's surrounded , she could spin round liking one of those ballet moves and could just throw up thorns from all of her hair and body and we strike people down like a russian ballet dan throw loose throwing stars at the same time dancing, Also turns into a pack of flowers. FYI
Space
Rosaclipse
12
🪐🌠🩷🤓
Something happened... something weird happened the day she was born, a long solar eclipse happened and let just say no one survived except her a small, crying, defenseless slime baby who was just hungry and had no idea what happened(or at least that what was said), No one know what happened, whether it was a monster that came in or at a sessionation assassination or anything if for some reason, they left her alone and alive for what . Basically, with bodies who they might believe were her parents. But no one knows since no one couldn't tell since everything was covering like some weird acid. But did not come from her as a baby.. Luckily, she would be in good hands after a long time looking for a good home and have no knowledge of her past, but figured that good for her.
She has been a working experience for almost anyone who's currently knows her, at most shy, fearful, very docile, but is smart,kindhearted, and free spirit. It was between trust and people in general for her. Basically, just being nervous about strangers and having to talk about her to caretakers was hard before she warmed up to them, but that aside is just a sweet, loving star hiding behind the clouds. Ro is also really smart, like her IQ sore would be higher for even university professors to quit and let her take their jobs saying fu#k it.
Ro could do more than just floating all over the place, and being a smart cookie, she actually runs super fast though not much light speed fast but it's hardly anything can catch her so that good right. Also she gives off electricity her can subtract thousands of debris and other times where if you shake her a bit she glow 100% natural light from her own body just like that nobody knew till they found her upside down on the floor just shining bright 🌟. She has been doing well at teleconesis she a little shy about showing that, but she is good at it
Wild school
Rosalie
21
🐺🎆🕵🏽‍♀️🏍
She's Jade from Victorious, but softer and "secretly" a sweet pea holding a "Don't try me B!cth til I have my coffee " coffee mug with a small breeze of Belle from Beauty and the Beast (but not in the whole stockholm syndrome thing ) so she can be a bookworm as well.
It is no surprise that her background is a mystery. Besides, she was just transferred to the principal's understandings, but there are times when rumors may progress in the mix is almost a theory, and Ro could never care less than a ferrell cat in the middle of fu*king traffic😑. Besides, it's not like she's there for "something else" or something magical, just some good ol' learning is all
Rosalie isn't really social, it can be on for mostly any type of gathering or parties, that she would be forced to go to but as long as you don't underestimate her or judge her for anything( She checked a whole gallop mix of Spite and cocktail mix while filling knives for darts all in the center at the same time for being call a whimp of a female and no one can't say sh!t to her without being out did 🎯 no joke ) you think on the top of your head. Her own willpower can be quite terrifying, especially when her really knows what the situation she could be in, whether it's deadly round house kick a door down closed by some bratty girls or kicking some jeck's ego down on a flirting attempt while Tempting her for a few drinks plus she can read body language real good and surprisingly excellent fighting skills.
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sucharide · 11 days
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. just another vent — touch starvation hours
anyway this touch starvation feels so untenable. it feels like something so deeply crucial for my body is missing, like some vital nutrient.
And there is just like... there's nothing I can do about it. and it's just. i get it. i wouldn't date me either, and all of my friendships that were comfortably physically touchy have faded so it's just... hopeless. I mean, there is literally nothing I can do. I struggle so much socially, and I am not prepared to pay for someone to cuddle me because that is frankly so undignified, and I know people recommend massages, but I think??? they use oils and stuff? I dont know, I have never had a massage and part of why is because I cannot STAND the feeling of oil on my skin.
I just, I don't know how people spend their lives alone? I don't know how people do it. I dont know how I am going to do it.
I feel like regular touch would increase my quality of life so much. I feel like it would reduce my anxiety levels SO much, and in turn improve my life so much. I can't focus on anything properly, not even with my medication — not unless I am in the classroom and the lecturer is teaching. I just feel like I am starving and it is constantly a low level distraction.
If I could have a cat, that would probably help, but I am not in the position to be able to care for a pet financially — and my history as a vet nurse makes me acutely aware of the costs involved and how huge the responsibility is. And not driving makes pet ownership impossible — if I cannot take them to the vet at a moment's notice, I cannot have a cat. Simple as that.
I know I have to somehow get through my life alone, and I have friends who mean a lot to me and who care for me in the ways they can, but it's so hard. It's so hard feeling this sort of visceral skin loneliness. I might need to send that letter to my ex. I know I can't trust him, and he's far too likely to put me in more traumatic situations, but he's the only person who i know who might be able to help. I don't think he will help, but I don't know what else to do. It feels so fucking dire.
I know this feeling comes in waves, but the waves just don't stop, and they get bigger and bigger and I think one day I'm not going to come up for air.
I feel like no one in my life really understands what this is like? 7 years is a long time. I had a brief fling 4 years ago, but it was only a few weeks, and intermittently I socialised in my old friend group that was comfortable with leaning against one another, but no real sense of intimacy for 7 years. 7 years and I just, I know it will never end, and I don't know how I am supposed to deal with that. I don't know how I am supposed to live with that.
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@albertbutyoucancallmebert
(Previous) Bert uneasily watched as Teddy abruptly started checking his door and vents for… whatever. Well, he was glad that Teddy was such a cautious person, but Bert couldn’t help but think how paranoid someone in his position must be. “You don’t have to do…” Bert trailed off before finishing his sentence, figuring that letting Teddy do his checks would help him have a little peace of mind. Finally, upon Teddy’s frantic admission, Bert was taken aback. He could do nothing but hold on to Sherri Jr and watch as his dear friend struggled through a breakdown as he tried to explain himself. Once Teddy sat down in a stool at the counter, Bert set Sherri Jr down with a pat on the head before walking towards him. He was tempted to give him a comforting hug or maybe a back pat, but Teddy’s abrupt upright jolt and pained inhale deterred him. Bert did not miss the weird ridged ways Teddy was moving that evening. He wondered if it had anything to do with his secretive “sickness.” Bert heaved a heavy sigh, and retrieved a tissue box from a nearby drawer to set in front of his friend. Bert then sat down on the stool beside him. And while it was what Teddy wanted to avoid, Bert was filled with a profound, immense guilt. He would’ve felt this guilt regardless of how Teddy delivered this news. Bert was quiet while a million thoughts raced through his head, none of them suitable to say out loud. Did Teddy think he was his personal assassin or something? What the hell was he thinking? Why go through all this trouble for some guy he’d only been friends with for like, maybe a year? Among his many thoughts, one finally slipped out of Bert’s mouth. “You’re still there, stuck… Because of me…” He folded his hands together on the counter and averted his eye. “I wish you would have said something earlier.” He briefly paused. “Or… Maybe I wish I was more proactive in supporting you, so you’d be more comfortable telling me things? Or maybe I wish I was more vehement about dissuading you. Regardless, I wish…” Bert sunk his head into his arms. “I wish I did something other than bury my head in the sand hoping everything would blow over. As I always do. You’d think after eight years of looking away while those damn Glornists constantly tormented me and the rest of the Skullship, I’d have learned my lesson. But no.” “I… I didn’t know Percy had achieved magic capabilities until I saw them for myself. I always thought he was somehow lying with stage tricks or something. And yet when I did learn of this… I still did nothing. I’m sorry. You may think I'm stronger than you, but Grop, am I a million times more cowardly too.”
It would have been easier to handle Bert chewing him out for being a reckless busy body. This... disgusted him to his very core. How could Bert take responsibility for his foolish decision?
"No..," Teddy breathlessly said as he used the tissues. Then he cautiously hugged Bert while doing his best to minimize the pain. A hug was exactly what Bert needed... and what Teddy needed too.
"Why would it be your fault? You tried to stop me, I saw how upset you were. Yet I pressed on anyways because... I didn't listen to you... Even if you listened to my concerns."
Teddy took a deep breath as he prepared for what he was about to say next. Then he rested his hand on Bert's. "Keeping everything to myself is my flaw. What could you do that my two wonderfully supportive brothers haven't?"
He paused to let out a bitter laugh. "Would you believe that I never mentioned breaking up with Minnie to them? Not because I'm afraid of coming out— Freddy's bi— but because I'm scared of them celebrating..."
Which was a completely valid fear when their opinion of her did a one eighty the instant that she became nothing but that "baby killer" to them. Or... maybe not? They would at least hold back in front of him.
Teddy wrapped his arms around Bert to give him a light squeeze. "Once again, I can not overstate how sorry I am for that. I'm trying to change starting with telling you everything..."
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Hiccstrid Drabble | Un-Stealthy Getaway
“Um, this isn’t good. . .”
Astrid turned to him with a disbelieving expression on her face. “What did you do now?” She asked sternly.
“Nothing!” She raised her blonde eyebrows, her piercing blue eyes unamused. She sighed and turned to the last air vent they’d have to crawl through before they could reach their getaway vehicle.
“This was supposed to be a stealth mission,” she scolded him as she deftly unscrewed the second bolt.
“Yeah, well it started that way until I saw the dragon!” he replied irritably.
“Hiccup!” She whirled around to glare at him, her braid whipping over her shoulder. Her tall, lean partner was standing with his hands spread wide in apology, wide green eyes like beseeching emeralds.
“I can’t believe-”
“I didn’t mean to, okay?! It’s just - y’know, I was leaving and - it was about to die anyway; there’s no way we would’ve been able to come back soon enough to save it and - I told myself I wasn’t going to, but then all of a sudden the lab door was open and it flew out.” He flapped his arms about like the dragon he had been describing. She looked over his bodysuit to check for scratches; if he had released a big dragon surely there would be marks.
“It was just a Terrible Terror,” he soothed her, as if he had read her mind. Astrid ignored the relief that flooded through her and grimaced at him.
“I didn’t set off any alarms opening the door either,” he went on, “But he probably flew into one of Grimmel’s scientists and they’ll know a dragon’s escaped and tighten security, but the point is this could still be the stealth mission you wanted, an-”
“Guys?” Fishlegs’s voice crackled over their earpieces. “They’ve discovered our presence and are heading your way. ETA a hundred three seconds.” Hiccup sagged and Astrid spat a curse, hastily unscrewing the rest of the vent. She yanked it off the wall and slid into the cramped metal box. Hiccup scrambled behind her, fastening the vent back on the wall as she slithered forward.
“You guys done securing the vent?” Fishlegs squeaked. “They’re one hallway away!”
“I got it,” Hiccup said tightly. “Now we just have to move quietly.”
“Remind me where to turn?” Astrid whispered.
“Uh, in about twelve feet take the left turn.”
“Translate that from GPA talk, please.”
“Turn left when you reach the first turn! And hurry up! We can’t sit here forever; Snotlout is impatient enough as it is.”
“Tell Snotlout he’ll wait as long as we need him to,” she hissed. “We’re going as fast as we can. Is Tuffnut disguised and in position?”
“Ar, Ar, matey,” Tuffnut’s voice interjected cheekily. She rolled her eyes even though no one could see them.
“We aren’t pirates, Tuff,” Hiccup said patiently behind her.
“Why not? We’re sneaking into labs and preparing to steal their loot - we’re totally like, modern pirates dude!”
“We’re not stealing anything; that infers we are profiting over what they lose; we’re setting free a captive mythological species on the verge of extinction. There’s a difference.”
“But we are profiting over stealing from them: our job is to sink their ship and we get paid to do it.”
Astrid snickered. “He’s got you there, Hiccup.” He groaned.
“Just - quit the pirate metaphors, okay?” he pleaded.
“Fishlegs. How close are we?” Astrid asked.
“Take the right turn, and Tuffnut should be by the opened vent.”
“Wait, I have to open the vent too?”
“Yes, you nitwit!” Astrid whispered-shouted.
“Jeez, okay I’ll do it!” A clang over the earpiece sounded, making Astrid wince. “Uh, this’ll take me a minute, but it should be ready by the time you get here.” She heard a heavy sigh behind her, and if there had been space to turn around in the vent, she bet she would have seen Hiccup wearing the exact same expression on her face.
She turned right and spied Tuffnut’s white lab coat through the iron grate. “Move!” she warned him before she body-slammed the metal, taking out the last screw.
“Woah, you’re like a cannonball.” She stood up, brushing a bit of lint off her bodysuit. They really kept the vent clean in here. Hiccup crawled into the room and secured the vent behind him. Tuffnut readied his stolen badge and opened the door, Astrid and Hiccup slipping out after him. Tuff’s straw dreadlocks swayed as he scanned the badge at the back door. It beeped in confirmation. He opened it and Astrid practically ran through it; the beep was never a good signal in her experience.
She was right. Footsteps and gruff voices echoed close by. Hiccup grabbed Tuffnut by his coat and hauled him outside. She quickly made her way over to the white van parked inconspicuously behind the dumpster, holding the door and ushering them in. Security guards burst through the door they had just excited, guns loaded.
“Stop!” one of them shouted. A bullet whizzed over his head and he ducked; his three companions squeezed their triggers. The pellets bounced off the reinforced steel of the van as Astrid swung into the back and closed the door behind her.
“I’ve got this,” Ruffnut called confidently over the speaker. “Hello, big boys.” Astrid chuckled under her breath and turned to the boys in the car.
Fishlegs was hunched over his portable computers, frantically typing with chubby fingers.
“Hit it, Snot!” Hiccup called as he gracefully sat down on the cramped bench across from Fishlegs, long legs crossing casually. Astrid braced herself against the door as Snotlout floored the pedal and the old van lurched forward. Tuffnut fell on his back, but she ignored him. He’d be fine.
“Um, so our getaway exit - for the garbage trucks - might be compromised if the compound has been alerted to our presence,” Fishlegs announced unhappily. He pulled up two different screens and continued to type.
“Is there another exit we could use?” Hiccup questioned. He stood up and looked over Fishlegs shoulder. His left hand lightly gripped the back of Fishlegs’s chair as Snotlout served messily again. Hiccup was always at his best and most brilliant in stressful situations.
“No,” Fishlegs voice cracked. He rolled to the side a few inches and gestured to his screen. Hiccup bit his lip as he examined the data.
“Snotlout, can you go any faster?” Hiccup urged the driver.
“I’m going as fast as I can!”
“Uh, guys, I’m out of bullets,” Ruffnut added over the intercom.
“I can go a little faster,” Snotlout amended. A bang sounded on the side of the van. Snotlout let out a high pitched scream.
“Relax, Snotty, it’s just me,” they heard Ruffnut say. Ruffnut was climbing through the window. She crawled over the front seat and threw her small revolver on the floor. “I’m done with those big boy’s guns. Your guys' turn.” She crouched by her twin and smacked him over the head. “Get up, loser.”
“There are sentiments by our exit; we’ll have to take them out,” Hiccup decided. He exchanged a glance with Astrid. She nodded resolutely.
She reached into her concealed pocket on her bodysuit and deposited the flash drive and small camera into Hiccup’s hand.
“I’ll do it,” she answered his unspoken question. He put her evidence in his pocket alongside his own.
She picked up the big rifle on the wall and loaded it, pocketing another load of bullets. As she walked toward the front seat so she could shoot through the window. Hiccup stopped her with a hand on her gun; his face was serious.
Be careful, his eyes implored. Astrid’s mouth ticked upwards in one corner.
I will, she promised silently. His hand left her gun and she brushed past him and hefted the rifle onto her shoulder.
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dragondemoness · 1 year
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I was inspired by another post to make this one but Kaede, Mahiru, Kirumi and Aoi with a male S/O who’s normally very Dominant and Rude all the time, but so soft and submissive for her?
Oooooo~
I feel like this turned out terrible, but I hope you enjoy this
Warning: Very slightly suggestive in the last two parts
Kaede, Mahiru, Kirumi and Aoi with a Dominant Male S/O who's Submissive Towards Them
Kaede Akamatsu
She loves to get this special attention from you
She’s not really submissive or dominant by nature, but if you get all flirty, you will make her blush so hard
But prepared, for she can get flirty too
Once you’re in private, and your dominance has calmed down, she is more than willing to get back at you for earlier
She’ll kiss you, whisper in your ears, whatever she can do to turn you into a puddle like you did to her
It’s all for revenge
But even if you didn’t do anything, she’ll sometimes do it anyway
She just can’t resist~
She really does love that you’re willing to be so vulnerable with her
After the flirting wars are over, you both lay down for a nice cuddle session
Mahiru Koizumi
She might act like a mom sometimes, but she’s not really the dominant type
Or at least, she doesn’t mean to be one
If you’re being rude to someone, she’ll give you a scolding, which secretly makes you blushy and shy
When you bring this up in private, it makes her blush like a strawberry and stumble over her words
She has no idea where to go from here
If you want her to scold you, she can, but she’ll struggle with it at first
Then she’ll end up venting her frustrations about you being rude to everyone
Like that Family Guy scene where Lois berates Peter to make him short again
She’ll apologize in case she hurt your feelings
Besides that, you’ll have to tell her what you want her to do
But if you want cuddles, she’ll happily oblige
I’m sorry I really hit a wall with this part
Kirumi Tojo
She doesn’t really think about it, but she could be classified as the dominant type
She takes good care of everyone, and scolds them when she needs to
And she shows the same behaviors to you, but in a more loving way
She doesn’t scold you as much, but lightly asks you to be nicer
When she learns you’re submissive, it surprises her, but she’ll act dominant to you if you want her to
She’s your maid, after all
She’ll do whatever you want her to
If you want her to care for you, absolutely
Want cuddles? Hell yes
Just tell her what position and you will have a nice cuddle session
If that’s not what you want, then, well, take it up with her
I will not go into details here
Anyway, she loves how vulnerable you are with her
However you want to spend your time together, she loves it
Aoi Asahina
She’s more of the submissive type, but only by a little
If you flirt with her, she’ll get super blushy about it
I mean, remember her interactions with Genocide Jill
She doesn’t like when you’re rude to people though, and she’ll be sure to let you know
She doesn’t scold you, but she does tell you
But the change in behavior was more than enough to trigger your submissive side
Finding out you’re the submissive type kinda makes her sit and stare for a minute
She has no idea how to be dominant
You’ll have to guide her
If you just want to be cared for, great
She can do that for you
Anything besides that, just tell her what you want
But anyway, she’s happy you’re so vulnerable with her
She thinks you’re super sweet, aside from the whole “being rude to people” thing
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jupitermelichios · 5 months
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god surgery sucks
i mean, i know it doesn't, it's amazing, it's (hopefully) the reason I don't have cancer anymore, and anaesthetic is basically magic as far as i'm concerned, and all the staff at the hospital were lovely
but oh my god it sucks
i have dressings on both the front and back of my leg (one from the main surgery, one from where they took skin for a graft) and a dressing actually stitched into one of the wounds to hold it in place, which means there's basically no position I can sit or lie in which doesn't put pressure on one of them, and because it's the nhs, the advice is 'don't take anything stronger than paracetamol'
i understand why they're wary about prescribing strong painkillers, but it really feels like there's a happy medium to be found between 'only paracetamol following surgery and skin grafts' and 'fentanyl epidemic'
(obviously I am ignoring the advice and taking the strongest painkillers you can get without a prescription, but even those really aren't touching it, how they think anyone would manage on just 2 paracemol is completely beyond me)
i'm so exhausted, but it hurts way too much to sleep right now, and my stupid monkey brain doesn't know the difference between expected and controlled surgery and attack by a sabretooth tiger and i'm all shakey and emotional even though i've been preparing for this for weeks
anyway i'm just whining, i'll be fine, this is definitely better than cancer, and the nhs is still the best thing this country ever did. I just needed to vent in a semi-anonymous form because oh my god surgery sucks
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