#god this concept has been in my head for so long i just couldn't get a cohesive plot out of it

[prettiestlovergirl]

SO IT GOES... (pt. 2)

tw: MDNI; fem!reader; tipsy sex; semi-public sex; light hair pulling; blowjob; light praise; creampie; unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it); reader has acrylics on!

concept: mom's friend's son!luke who only comes around when your parents are hanging out or for big events. song: so it goes... by taylor swift

a/n: the not-so-long-awaited part two! concept from this post by @too-deviant ! link to part one right here, you don't HAVE to read it in order to read this one but... getting fingered by luke is always a plus. enjoy, my lovelies! 𓆩♡𓆪

"meet me in the stairwell" "don't make me start without you"

it took a bit of redirecting, but eventually you made your escape from your mom, casually but not-so-casually making your way to the stairwell just like he demanded asked you to.

you moved quickly, despite your legs still being a bit wobbly from the orgasm you'd just had. your panties were still pushed to the side, you'd been too impatient and too tipsy to care to compose yourself.

you found him exactly where he said he'd be, in the stairwell. you finally took a moment to just admire him, something you had been a bit too distracted to do before.

gods, he looked so fucking edible right now. he'd pulled his suit jacket off a while ago, now just standing in a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his pants perfectly hugging everything you couldn't wait to get your hands on.

"you just gonna keep standing there and drooling, doll? or are you gonna get your sweet ass over here?" luke smirked, raising his eyebrow at you teasingly while you blushed a bit at getting caught staring.

"what? a girl can't take a moment to appreciate a nice view before demolishing it?" you teased, but finally walked down those last couple of steps to meet him at the base.

as soon as you were close enough, his hands were back on you. his fingers dug into the fat of your ass as he pulled you in and crashed his lips into yours.

he groaned on contact, clearly missing this just as much as you had. he kissed you rough and hard, not at all caring about the lipstick he was smudging around.

you slipped your fingers into his hair, tugging at his perfect curls while he pulled away from your lips and started kissing down your neck, pulling moans out from you as grazed his teeth against your flesh.

"have i mentioned how much i fucking love this dress on you?" luke questioned against your skin, sliding his finger under the strap of your dress to move it down and give himself more access to your skin. "makes your tits look so fucking incredible."

you let out a breathy laugh, biting your lip as you felt his lips trailing down your skin, making you shiver despite the warmth radiating off his body.

"mm, luke, let me suck your cock." you moaned, bringing your hand down to his bulge and squeezing lightly. he sunk his teeth down into your shoulder with a groan. he let out a soft chuckle, the crude words coming from your pretty lips turning him on even more.

"c'mon, let me pay you back, you know i hate being in debt." you cooed, bringing your hands down to his pants and gently fidgeting with the buttons.

"fuck, yes, please." he groaned, watching as you got down onto your knees. you were quick to get his cock out from his pants, practically drooling as it sprung free, pulsing with need.

you wrapped your hand around it, slowly pumping him as he leaned his head back against the wall. his cock was already leaking with precum, and you smirked as you leaned down and kitten licked it up, relishing in the salty flavor you'd missed so much.

"shit..." luke hissed, moaning as you lightly traced the veins on his cock with your acrylics. his hands fell down to your hair, using his hand to tug it up into a loose ponytail as you finally wrapped your lips around his tip.

you started off teasing, of course. this was probably the only way you could get revenge for his teasing earlier and you relished in it. you sucked and swirled your tongue gently while luke let out breathy groans above you.

you sucked gently on the tip, your hand now gliding over the shaft in time. his grip on your hair tightens, making you whine softly against him before finally starting to take him deeper into your mouth.

your movements continued to be slow and teasing, bobbing your head up and down while your hand languidly stroked what didn't fit. luke finally had enough and thrusted forward into your mouth, surprising you and making you gag.

"don't be a brat." he groaned, narrowing his eyes down at you while you blinked up at him with 'innocent' doe eyes. you finally relented, however, and started to bob your head faster, forcing yourself to go deeper.

"fuck, that's it, that's a good girl." luke grunted, tugging at you hair as his hips bucked forward into your mouth and made you gag around him again and again. "fuck, fuck, 'm close, doll." he warned.

you continued to suck and bob your head, swirling your tongue around him and soaking his cock in your drool as he fucked your mouth. you could feel his cock throbbing against your tongue, spurring you on and making move faster.

"shit, fuck, such a good girl, such a good fucking girl." he hissed, groaning as his hips bucked into your mouth again and again, until finally his cum shot down your throat.

you did your best to swallow what you could as your tongue continued to milk him for every last drop. "fuck, i missed this." he panted, admiring just how gorgeous you looked with his cum dripping down the side of your mouth.

he helped you up off the ground, his hands securely holding your waist as he pulled you into a deep kiss, groaning at the taste of himself on your tongue as he wiped your cheek clean.

you moaned into his lips as he turned you around, pushing your back against the wall as you barely had a moment to catch your breath. "you good?" he asked, his hands bunching your little black dress up around your waist.

"uh-huh, so good." you nodded, panting softly as your hands reached around and slid under his shirt, needing to feel more of his skin against you.

you stood up on the tips of your toes as he finally, finally, guided his cock up to your entrance and thrusted in. your head instantly leaned back against the wall, both of your moans echoing around the empty stairwell.

you should have been worried about someone walking in, someone catching you, but as he was slowly filling you up you just couldn't bring yourself to give a fuck.

he reached down and hitched your leg around his hip, holding onto you as he started rocking his hips against you. you were still so tight around him, making him groan out as he pushed all the way to the hilt.

your nails dug into his back as he filled you up, relishing in the soft burn as your walls stretched around his cock to fit him comfortably inside of you.

"fuck, you still feel so fucking tight." luke hissed, taking a moment to press his forehead into the crook of your neck while you tried to catch your breath. "mm, luke, move" you begged, rolling your hips up for some friction.

he let out a strained chuckle as he nodded. "relax, doll, i got you." he stated, finally starting to thrust in and out of you, filling the silence with the wonderful, wet sounds of his cock filling you up again and again.

your nails scratched up and down his back, eyes squeezed shut as you tried to hold in your louder moans. you had to be quiet, you knew you had to be quiet, but it was just so fucking good.

"oh, fuck, luke!" you moaned, his teeth digging back into your skin to create a harsh mark and making you whine even louder. "fuck, you have to quiet down." he groaned, his own eyes screwing shut for a moment so he could relish in the feel of your pussy clenching around him.

"so hard, fuck, so good!" you whimpered, his thrusts getting faster and faster, your nails scratching up and down his back, your hips bucking to meet his every thrust.

you two spent god know how long like this, moaning against one another, leaving marks you'd have to deal with for at least a week or two.

he pressed his lips back to yours, one hand digging into your skin harshly, enough to bruise, while the other started to thumb your clit. he was getting close, so close, and he needed to get you right there with him.

his thumb moved faster and faster, his thrusts getting more frantic and erratic while your moans turned into whines and gasps. "fuck, fuck, right there!" you whined as he hit that familiar spongey spot that turned your mind to goo.

"yeah? right here? fuck, you gonna cum? you gonna cum for me, doll?" luke groaned into your ear, hitting the same spongey spot again and again as you nodded, unable to speak as you finally came undone.

you soaked his cock, the wet, sloppy sounds of his thrusting getting even louder as he continued to chase his high, enjoying the sounds of your hips snapped together again and again until he came with a groan.

"fuckkkk." he panted, staying buried deep inside you while you both attempted to catch your breath. you probably shouldn't have lingered, your moms most definitely looking for you now, but neither one of you were ready for him to pull out.

eventually, though, he pulled out and helped you fix your dressed and panties. "shit, i lost a nail." you pouted, looking down at your once whole and pretty nail set now missing a piece.

"just tell your parents you lost it while getting railed in a stairwell." he smirked as he fixed himself up. you smacked his arm harshly which just made him chuckle even more at your blushy annoyance.

"i'm kidding, i'm kidding. so... see you at easter?"

ᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ @ᵐᵘʳᵘᶠᶠⁱⁿ

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[inkskinned]

one of the things that's so frustrating is how often the arguments against us are actually happening to us. we said - you need to watch out, this will evolve into allowing fascism into legal statute. and we were told: you're a sensitive snowflake. you're annoying and stupid and have no concept of reality. nobody really believes that stuff.

but it's indoctrination for kids to even see queer people. it's grooming for kids to even be around queer people. it's disgusting to even put rainbows on kids clothes. it's inappropriate, shameful, still-an-argument. like any of this is new - we know already. for you, even seeing someone unashamed is the same thing as "forcing" it onto you. because god-forbid you confront any internal thought you have. because god-forbid you practice empathy. rage is better, i guess. it keeps you pretty.

this has always been the way of some people - a while ago, it would have been "sinful" for my white mom to marry my hispanic dad. once, in the year of our lord 2015, someone told me that "mutts" deserve a woodchipper. that one particular insult stayed with me - not because it was the first or last, but because there was something so unbelievably violent about it that i couldn't figure out how to hold it. the idea that someone is so assured of their bigotry and rage that they would paint this kind of a picture. even jokingly, even with the anonymity of the internet, it kind of centered things for me. a sense that, for some people, their rage burned so unimaginably large that it blocked even the basic fact of my humanity.

at one point, while i still had enough fire in me to get into long arguments, one of the bigots i was "debating" (being harassed by) said: to be honest, it's about the sex, not the love. between you, me, and the four walls of this blue hellsite, i actually didn't really care for "love is love" as the slogan of our community. it seemed so placid, so gentle, so ally-focused. where was the vitriol? where was the hours i spent agonizing over myself? where was the quiet moments of my life, filled with the sound of other people's hatred? this static that settles over everything; even for the action of holding her hand.

the world is unfair. i am an adult, and without the veneer and small-pond syndrome of my teenage years, the slogan has started sounding more desperate. the more places i went, the more people i met. love is love. love is defending him on a rooftop bar. the drink she throws at me goes down into my shoes while i stand there, wishing i had a better retort than what the fuck. love is both of us, keeping our heads down, the black SUV full of frat boys (?) pulled up next to us, howling, for five whole blocks, until we both gave up and had to stick our bare legs into the thicket by the side of the road, giving over into tick country rather than let it go on any longer. love is a lazy spring afternoon, my hand on her belly, the fan spinning overhead. did you hear the whole thing about target?

did you hear about being the target? that's a fun little parallel, isn't it. it almost feels like the game that-is-about-me is being played without-my-participation. someone wants to set fire to my life, and i have to wait for a response from a capitalist institution. i am watching a tiktok where a white woman under white lights complains about adult swimsuits, even though i think a lot of people would benefit from having swimming options that are not "instagram-inspired bikini" or "impossible to move in but otherwise pretty".

sometimes it just seems so fucking stupid. like, just to check, the rage you feel and the hatred - you could really just avoid all of that by minding your fucking business. sometimes (and this is true): it's not about you, and people don't need your permission. like, i don't understand any obsession with sports, but it seems to make other people happy. american football literally results in grievous bodily injury - and yet there are onesies for babies that say future quarterback. i personally don't love it, so i just don't buy that stuff. i walk by it, and don't let it bother me. there have been so, so, so many times that i was told - "so what if he's a little bit homophobic, if you don't like him, don't watch his movies." "so what if they fired her. don't buy their product." "so what if they wouldn't make a rainbow cake. just don't support them."

sometimes i feel the meaning of it scud against my body, an orca whale inside of me, threatening the boat. it is too large to see from my place; this shadow of a thing that dwarfs my petty other-concerns. i need to find a dress for an event, and florida is passing more anti-gay legislation. i need to text my friend back and confirm our plans, and someone is throwing beer bottles to the floor in a walmart because a different case had rainbows on them. it is a long fall, if i look down into it; this sense like the bottom doesn't exist. like i have only ever dipped my toes in.

sometimes i am unbelievably tired of talking about it. it feels like it has become too trite in my own poetry - queer writer complains about the state of the world! how original! - and then something else happens, and i am here again. i remember that it isn't a moment. i remember it isn't a scattered population of cartoon evil-doers, intent on world domination from behind handlebar mustaches. it is a concerted effort of real people with real power who really-do want to see my end. it is a lifetime of dodging the beercan as it sails out of the back of the van. it is a lifetime of not-kissing once we leave the apartment. it is a lifetime of watching someone protest our existence and then, very slowly, giving them the finger. it is a lifetime of holding my friends' hands and hearing the same agony in their life that i lived through. it is us, together, our faces turned upwards, the night sky so vast, milky way overhead like a lacework zipper.

it is a lifetime of staring down woodchippers.

#writeblr #this got away from me #i love you #whereever you are. u are mine. i am yours. i am sorry this is happening

[winterarmyy]

Promise Me | Part I

When he was sent out for war, Bucky made a promise to his lover that might just last through several lifetimes.

Summary: Y/N kept being reincarnated into the world for seemingly endless of lifetimes with the lasting, vivid memories of her past lover during the 40's, Sargent James B. Barnes. While she thought this was a 'punishment' for her sins, she was also unknowingly oblivious to the fact that James was still alive somewhere, almost forever frozen in the time.

Navigation: Part I | Part II | Part III (end)

Words: 6.5k++ (hella long bc lots to cover in the story building part)

Pairing: 40s!bucky / eventually tfatws!bucky x female!reader

Warnings: just slow induced angst for your daily consumption (i guess?) It has a hopeful ending so don't let the first warning chase you away. reincarnation concept. an attempt to follow exact mcu timeline (forgive if i'm wrong at certain parts). slight religious contents. grief & loss. graphic violence. deaths. mention of suicide. a lot of reader's pov, story building > dialogs (sorry guys).

P/S: Another impulsive writing from me y'all. I hope you don't get bored of this tendency of mine lol. I just need to let the fantasies out before it consumes me. So... anyway, it's gonna be another 3 parts fic cause for the love of god, I cannot commit for more :') Also, my first attempt of writing 40's bucky!!! I'm honestly scared. I hope you like it!

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Italy, 1943 – His return

If it was one thing that Bucky should expect when he decided to be in a relationship with Y/N was that he had to accept her for who she was; stubborn, clumsy, bold, clever, sweet and most certainly the prettiest dame he ever met.

He might have unknowingly signed up for it the moment he quite literally fell for her at one of those Stark's science expo. Bucky had been stealing glances at this one pretty lady in the crowd, adored in soft mint dress that falls right below her knees.

It wasn't even a scandalous dress to wear in public but somehow Bucky was more than ecstatic to marvel at her beauty. There was no such thing as a too long of a stare, especially when she laughed like that; throwing her head in amusement, the loose strands of her curls fall back across her shoulders as they slightly shook to the rhythm of her laughter.

A careless misstep, that Bucky could see from a mile away, had caused her to stagger backwards and twisted her ankle into an inevitable fall. Somehow, Bucky managed to slither his way through the crowd towards her, almost jumping forward to catch her before she landed on the ground.

Not only that he was the one who fell first, but he also fell hard.

So, it was expected that Bucky knew what he had got himself into. At least, that was what Y/N had been repeating in her head to convince herself for what she had done. Now that she was sitting at the back of the wobbly military truck, the fear had slowly started to seep into her, causing shivers to crawl all over her nerves.

Y/N just knew it in her guts that Bucky would be absolutely furious when he sees her but what does he expect her to do when she hadn't receive any letters from him for months now. So, when she heard that they needed more medical helpers at the Italy base, she signed up without thinking twice about it.

"There has been a recent attack on the 107th. Too many casualties and much more whose heavily injured. You might have your hands full the moment you arrive to the base. There are few rules..." The lieutenant's voice was rigid just as his demenour when he continued to inform the situation to the troops of medical staff.

No matter how much she wanted to pay attention to his words, Y/N couldn't help but to tune in only at his first few sentences. Casualties, heavily injured. Her hands moved to search for the cross pendent hanging from the necklace around her collarbone, gripping it tight as she prayed that her lover was not categorized under any of those dire circumstances.

What the lieutenant said in that truck could never be more true as the moment they stepped into the medic tent, Y/N and the others were quickly pulled to assist the fallen men. It was truly heartbreaking and horrid to witness the dreading truth behind what the public posed as the "heros of the country'.

Surely they were proud to fight for the nation but then again no human being should ever had to suffer the consequences of war; not the civilians and certainly not the soldiers.

After seemingly hours of continuous stitching, wrapping and patching up; surrounded sound of groaning pain and the endless cycle of inhaling the distinct scent of fresh blood, burned flesh and the bitter of anticeptic odor; the injured soldiers were finally taken care of and had been put to rest.

Y/N looked around the tent, noting the unorganized mess around the patients; the result of the panic and chaos of the whole situation. A thought came to her mind, she might need to do some cleaning up before writing down medical record for each one of the patients.

That was when the lieutenant entered into the tent, and his stern gaze swiftly analyzed the much calmer scene, "Thank you for your service, everybody. I assume the soldiers are stabilized?"

"Yes, sir." One of the battalion doctor replied as he approached, while the rest of the team watched from where they stood.

The lieutenant simply nodded, "Good." He paused for awhile and looked around,  "Now, have any of you met Captain America before?"

There were bunch of no's murmured around the medical staff, some of them just shook their head as an answer and the lieutenant nodded again as he informed, "Well, I guess you are all just darn lucky cause he's here to perform. You are invited to come and join the others to watch, if you want to."

"Steve's here?" She thought to herself.

As the lieutenant continued to explain some things about accommodation, food and medical supplies, Y/N's head were filled with thought that her dear friend, Steve was there too.

"I wonder if he gotten any words from James."

"Maybe he got letters from him?"

"Or could it be that he was here to find James too?

There were so many questions kept circulating in her head that by the time she snapped out of them, the lieutenant was already long gone and some of the medic staff went out to untangle themselves from the hours of stressful tension.

As a nurse herself, she felt the need to take care of her patients and finish her job before anything else. So, she started to clean up the shredded clothes, bloodied guazes and the other medical tools that needed to be sterilized and put away.

By the time she finished, it finally dawned to her that there was no trace of Bucky in the medic tent. Which means he didn't fall into the heavily injured category. So, there was two left; the one she prayed for and the other that dreaded her to even think about.

Y/N quickly made her way towards the tent where she can find the soldier in charge. However, if she was focused during one of the lieutenant's speech in the truck, she would've heard that she and the others were not authorized to enter certain parts of the base, which include the higher ups' tents.

When she was turned down by the soldiers, she sadly walked away towards the main area where Steve was supposed to perform. The drag of her feet across the dusty sand was heavy but no more heavier than the burden in her heart.

She watched as her black pump shoes gradually covered with light sand. Finding it odd that a few weeks ago she was standing on the shiny tile of a hospital in Brooklyn and now she was halfway across the world in the middle of the chaos of a war.

The things she'd do for love.

Soon enough, the dry ground was wet from the sudden down pour, turning it into a murky soggy path. Y/N quickly ran towards the main area where apparently the show was long over. "Did I missed Steve?" She thought as she stepped into the tent where the performers supposed to be.

The tent turned out to be empty and only the sound of drizzling raindrops above it was left behind. She looked around the area and saw the costumes for the performers were still there; the pleated white and red skirt hanging on the rack, white gloves clipped with them, the captain's shield with notes sticking at the back of it and the iconic blue helmet-mask thingy plastered with the obvious letter.

She peeked a little to the right only to see Steve hunched down on the floor, curling into himself just as he always did back when he was left beaten up in the alleyway somewhere in Brooklyn. She guessed that the upgrade of his size doesn't really change his habits.

Y/N walked closer to see him holding his sketchbook on one hand and another was a pencil pressing across the paper, lining the drawing of a monkey on a unicycle. "I guess the serum does not amplify your art skills huh Steve?" she teased as she approached the blonde man.

Steve lifted up his head as he turned towards the familiar voice, "y/n?" His face lit up as he recognized her face. He stood on his feet and pulled her into a tight hug, "It's so good to see you." He sighed, he haven't seen her since his departure when she insisted for him to stay.

But alas, Steve was also as stubborn as her.

It took awhile for him to process it but when it came to him, he gently pushed her away, "Wait.. what are you doing here?" His brows creased into a worried frown.

Y/N simply smiled as she responded, "They needed help, so I volueentered."

Steve shook his head in disbelief, "Bucky made me promise not to let you do stuff like this." In which Y/N countered, "And he also remind you not to do anything stupid until he get back so..." she purposely trailed her words for him to draw the conclusion on his own.

He let out a long sighed before concluding, "Bucky's gonna kill us."

Since, Bucky was in the topic, Y/N took the oppurtunity to asked Steve about him, "About that, have you heard--"

A woman's voice came from her back, cutting in between her words, "Steve?"

Steve nervously untangled himself from Y/N as he shyly greeted the woman, "Hi."

The woman continued to stare at Y/N trying to figure out her role and relationship with Steve but before she could get any strange idea, he quickly introduced her, "This is y/n. She's my good friend from home."

A spark of realization glint through her eyes "I see. I'm Peggy. Nice to meet you." She extended her hand towards Y/N, in which Y/N gladly shook it in hers as she reintroduced herself, "You too. I'm y/n."

After the brief exchange of smile between the two ladies, Steve continued to asked Peggy, "What are you doing here?"

Peggy sighed as she explained, "Officially, I'm not here at all." She paused as she picked her words, "I just came by to oversee the situation after the recent attack."

Although Y/N knew what Peggy meant, she was one of the medic staff that had been stitching up the aftermath of that attack after all. However, Steve on the other hand seemed to be lost.

Peggy further explained, "Schmidt sent out a force to Azzano, more than 200 men went up against him and less than 50 returned." She paused, "Your audience contained what's left of the 107th."

Steve's blues widen in realization that almost looked much like panic, "The 107th?"

"What?" Peggy prompt quickly.

Steve then turned his head to Y/N, "Bucky?" He questioned shortly.

But even she was hoping that he'll know something about Bucky, apparently she was wrong, "I tried to ask but I'm not authorized to enter the tent. I was hoping you heard from him."

Seeing the panic in Steve's eyes, she knew that her lover was no where near the safety that she prayed for. But before fear could set in, Steve sprinted out of the tent, "Come on!" he shouted as Y/N and Peggy ran closely behind him.

When they arrived to the tent, fortunately they had the permission to enter with the help of Peggy. "Well, if it isn't the Star-Spangled Man With A Plan. What is your plan today?" Colonel Philips greeted in a teasing manner.

Steve didn't even bother to greet the colonel as he demanded, "I need the casualty list from Azzano." In which the Philips responded, "You don't get to give me orders, son."

Knowing that arguments won't help the situation, he control his tone of voice and spoke, "I just need one name, Sergeant James Barnes from the 107th." He took a short breath and insisted, "Please tell me if he's alive, sir. B-A-R-"

Colonel Phillips stood on his feet as he walked towards a table behind him, "I can spell. I have signed more of these condolence letters today than I would care to count." He paused before turning around to eye on Steve and briefly on the very worried looking nurse next to him.

"But the name does sound familiar. I'm sorry." There was a flash of sincerity in his eyes when he looked towards Y/N.

The optimistic Steve continued to insist more about other possibilities than casualties, "What about the others? Are you planning a rescue mission?" They went back and forth about the what is the 'right' thing to do, "Yes, it's called 'winning the war'. "

And suddenly sound of the heavy rain fall was all Y/N could hear, then comes the booming of her heartbeat as the panic started to deprive her of any optimism, clouding her judgment to think of anything near to positive outcomes such as Steve.

It was getting harder to breath and the anxitey slowly choked her, forcing tears to pool in her eyes. Peggy swiftly took a hold on Y/N, before her knees managed to fall to the ground. The muffled sound of Peggy's voice managed to come through but not enough to wake her from the despair.

Before she knew it, Steve was already gone for an unauthorized rescue mission with the help from Peggy. And ever since, Y/N had spend every waking moment digging her knees into the uneven ground. Her elbows bruised from how hard she propped them on the steel edge of the army green cot. Her palms almost dented to shape of the silver cross as she desperately squeeze it between her hold.

She prayed and prayed for his return. For both of her dearest to be safe, to find their way home.

And for a moment Y/N thought her prayers were graciously granted by God, as the crowd was getter louder and the circle of soldiers were geting thicker when the survivors joined the rest of them. There were chantings of "Captain America" that echoed throughout the base and that gave her relief to know that Steve was safe.

But it was not enough to tame her anxiousness. Y/N's focus has never been sharper when her eyes scanned the crowd, she slithered her way between the jumping joy of the soldiers, grabbing onto some men who she mistook as Bucky until she saw him.

Her heartbeat ramped increasingly as she pushed through the soldiers, finding strength from the blood pumping excitement when she recognize those steel blues and that cheeky smile. Not long before she managed to grab onto his hand and pulled his attention to her.

It was brief but he knew that face anywhere; and suddenly his whole body was engulf into a familiar tight hug that he thought he could never be able to feel again. "James." her voice still stuttered even if it was just one word that came out of her lips.

"y/n?" Bucky called her name, almost in disbelief.

God, she never knew that she was able to miss his voice this much.

"Doll, what you doing here?" He gently lead her away, which she reluctantly followed, "I'm here for you." There was no need of lies now that Bucky was here in her arms.

His gaze soften with a mix of concern and joy, "What do you mean you're here for me?" Bucky couldn't help but to let out a short laugh, "Sweetheart, you do realized that you're in the middle of a war?" His brows quirked as he reminded.

Y/N rolled her eyes. Of course, she realized that. The moment she saw that form for enlistment, she knew. But, it didn't stop her to sign up, does it?

She laced her fingers into his, "I didn't come all the way here to fight with you, James." she whispered as she leaned closer, "So, please just shut up and kiss me."

Bucky might have just realized it now; what a stubborn, demanding, crazy little lover got himself. Though at the same time, she had never charmed him more.

Bucky sighed in defeat before running his tongue on his lower lip, "Well then, come here you little minx" he took her by the head and gave her the most desperate yet sweetest kiss she could never forget.

Brooklyn, 1944 – Promises, promises

It was the day that Steve, Bucky and the rest of the Howling Commandos were depolying to the Austrian Alps for one of the biggest mission since Captain's impulsive rescue mission in Italy last year.

Apparently, Zola was on the move and predicted to be passing though the location while travelling on a train.

This wasn't the first time she had sent Bucky away, but the fear of each always felt like it was her first; especially when she thought about the promise of death that's chained to a soldier's fate.

The closer the time of departure, the stronger her grip on Bucky's uniform becomes. And Bucky didn't need to say anything because he knows her too well; she won't take any of his sweet words as a cure for her distress.

Bucky slowly swayed her from side to side as their embrace tightens with need; her face hidden in the crook of his neck while his arms secured around her waist. He had to smile as it reminded him of their late night dance, barefoot on the kitchen floor of his apartment.

He could feel the teasing gaze coming from his back as well as the whistles of the Howling Commandos playfully making fun of him. Bucky was also well aware of the fact that everyone had made theirs bets on when will the Sargent James B. Barnes finally get down on his knees for his little nightingale of a nurse.

Unsurprisingly, Steve might just win the bet afterall. That punk just had know everything about him.

Y/N closer snuggled into him one last time, "Come home to me, James." She whispered against his skin before pulling away. Teary eyes threatened to spill its salty liquid as she looked up at him, "Promise me."

Bucky's charming smile lighten his features as he leaned to press a kiss in her forehead, "I promise."

Brooklyn, 1945 – Loved and lost

Months gone by, entered the new year, and it always felt like eternity for Y/N. She spent nights kneeling next to her bed and days on the church's floor; practically begging to God for the life of her lover, for keeping him away from death.

And the letters from Bucky also come and goes within those few months' time, with his promises of coming home that's laced in the words of his longing and love for her.

But, little did she knew, that promise met it's end of the bargain when the dreaded letter came to her hands. It came from the man she met back in Italy base, Colonel Phillips, sending the words of condolences for the death Sargent James B. Barnes during his honourable mission at the Austrian Alps.

But the first time she read to words, it didn't even register in her head. It was as if her brain failed to translate the message for her to understand. Y/N had been re-reading the same lines over and over and over until it finally clicked.

The usually bright eyes of hers were now slowly filled with tears, she was in the state of shock; that even if her brain knew exactly what had happened but her heart wasn't ready for it. 

The tears started to fall down onto the letter. Drip by drip. And all of the sudden she lost every word that she could ever think of. Her silent scream; suffocating her with each breath she took desperately gripping onto the fragile piece of paper, holding it to her chest hold as if that would help to ease the pain in her heart.

Y/N could feel it in her ripping guts. How all the threads of every joyful memories she could ever once recall; they  unraveled in a way that broke her to pieces until they were all but a rumpled of strings scattered about her feet.

A sharp fall had forced Y/N down to her knees, skin digging into the hard floor as her hands trembled silently, clutching onto the letter.

At first when she opened her mouth, there was not a single sound came out as her breath ripped from her lungs. Each left her with scars of loss and every waking minute in this reality was just pure pain.

Her body bend forward until her forehead meets the floor, that was when she wailed; an agonizing scream that left a haunting memory to the neighbours around her apartment.

She cried like there was too much raw pain inside that she could never contained. She cried like her soul needed to break loose from her skin, desperate to release a loathful rage on the world. 

But it was more than just crying, it was the sobbing of a woman that drained of all hope. She sank on floor, willing herself to be swallowed by the dread and loss. Just screaming out the agonies that been dancing across her vulnerable veins. 

Her chest violently quivered as she was desperately trying to catch the air. She collected every last energy that she had to call out the name of the lover she had loss, "James.." Her gasping breath whispered against the floor, "You promised." 

A month later the nation celebrate to the announcement to the end of a war, but to Y/N it was just another wave of mourning grief to a loss of another precious person in her life; Steve.

Amidst the loud sound of cheering and laughter, she rushed away from the crowd to the place that she had put all her faith into. Stumbling through the empty church and falling at the feet of Jesus' statue, Y/N looked up at the face if God with loath, rage, despair, and tears.

The night was brighten to the flashing light from the firework but all she could think of was how similar the sound of it to a firing canon in the war. And the thought of Bucky and Steve run through her mind.

She had been nothing but faithful to the lord, religiously prayed for no more than saving the life of people she held dear to her heart.

But, God thought it would be merciful to let them die.

Y/N harshly ripped the cross necklace from her neck, tearing her skin apart in the process. She gripped on the cross in her hands, much like she would few month back but for completely different reason.

The crimson of her blood tainted her white collar of her nurse uniform as she she cursed the all mighty God for what he had done. Ever since, she swore to herself to never be naive to the illusion of God's mercy ever again.

Washington D.C., 2014 – An old friend

Fate is full with irony and God has his way of twisting them for his own pleasure.

When Y/N died in the 60's, old and unmarried, even if she doesn't believe in God anymore, her dying wish was to be able to meet her lover and friend again.

At least one more time.

But lo and be hold, God had different plans for her. Y/N's body did die that night on the hospital bed but her soul never did. It was as if she was woken up from sleep in another body with the same face as her, that's when she realized she has been reincarnated.

Apparently, she was only born in the same family lineage as her original life; whether coming from her younger brother or cousin or anyone related back to her bloodline. And sharing even the tiniest amount of blood of her own, triggers every single memory from her previous life.

This wasn't what she wanted.

She didn't want to live knowing she cannot be with Bucky.

So on the 2nd life, she did the unthinkable. She took her own life, thinking that she would finally leave the world behind but she didn't.

It happened again.

And again.

And again.

So, when she reached her 6th life, she realized that she will never able to meet James and Steve ever again; that was when she went rogue.

Her 6th life was filled with rage and vengeance that she took the idea of life very lightly. So, instead of living until the old days, she searched for revenge and got herself tragically killed in the process.

Now, the 18 year old Y/N was in her 7th life, with a new name that was given by her 7th parents, "Evelyn" , and the spitting image of her 1st life. From her dark raven hair to the light brown of her eyes. This time, she decided to try to accept the cruel fate; the cursed that God had placed on her for the sin that she made decades ago.

Y/N walked around the Smithsomian Museum, specifically at the American history section where they put up Captain America's exhibit. It's been how many lifetimes since she surround herself with knowledge of a past that she once lived.

This was the first time, since her first life. And most probably the last time since she was going overseas in a week to continue her studies in Asia.

She walked along the line up display of the Howling Commandos suits, remembering the living flesh of them as she took steps forward to each, stopping in front of Bucky's.

Flashes of him appeared to where the figure stood; the memories was so vivid that she could still feel fabric of his suit against her, the electrifying feeling on his skin on her own.

She ripped her gaze away just to be greeted by the portrait of Bucky, plastered so hugely on the memorial of one of the Howling Commandos section. Despite the cracking of her heart, her body move on its own; as they knew that deep down, Y/N's heart will always be yearning for her lover.

Her gaze soften with longing and nostalgic as she slowly blink at his features. His considerably messy hair, that little frown that he does to act mysterious for the ladies, and the thin layer of beard that she loved to leave her lipstick marks on.

Y/N's daydream were cut short when someone pulled her by the arm, startling her into a defensive mode. Her 6th life's habit almost broke through when she nearly flipped the man on the floor but thankfully she stopped herself as she recognized those blue eyes.

The man's face looked pale like he had seen a ghost, as he uttered a name that she haven't heard for decades, "y/n?"

"Steve..." she called his name wordlessly.

She knew he was alive. Everybody does, when the news came out in 2011, she was merely a 15 year old kid back then. Apparently, the super soldier serum helped him to survive the ice.

She remembered how her parents rushed to her room when they heard the sudden cluttering sounds of panic upstairs, only to find their daughter on the floor looking pale while her cup of iced coffee spilling in all over her study desk as the viral youtube video of Captain America running through New York city barefoot.

She remembered the feeling of both disbelief and joy that rushed through body as her parents helped her to sit up on her bed. The moment that it sunk into her head, she began to cry. Streams of joyful tears broke from her shaky body, each drop washed the painful burden in her heart as her parents lulled her to sleep.

Y/N never made an effort to meet him after knowing truth because who would've believe her words?

She wasn't Steve. There wasn't any super soldier serum in her blood. There wasn't any tank of chemical that drown her with power.

She was cursed and now she had to live with it.

Meanwhile, Steve seemed to be trapped in a spiralling confusion of his own. He examined each of her features and he had not a single doubt that she has the same face to an old friend in the 40's.

The same friend that he knew died of old age in the 60's.

But, how come the person managed to have the exact same face to hers. Now that he looked closer, she was younger than the last time he saw Y/N. She looked like she was in her teens, "Are you really y/n?" His voice was soft as he muttered.

Y/N bit the insides of her cheeks, holding back the urge of telling him the truth, "Sorry, I think you got the wrong person." she tried to untangle his grasp around the thin of her arm.

Even her voice was similar to Y/N, and she was looking at Bucky's photo like she knew him.

How could she say that she's was not Y/N?

Steve reluctantly let go of her arms and took a step away after seeing the distress on her face, "I-I'm sorry. You remind me of someone I know." He couldn't take his eyes off her.

She was just too similar looking to someone precious that he left behind.

"It's okay, sir." She smiled gently, like the way she usually does when Steve apologizes for his impulsiveness of picking a fight in alleyways. She looked up to the taller man as she continued, "Thank you for being alive..." she hesitated to call him by his name so instead she called for his other name, "...Captain."

She thanked him sincerely before walking away, leaving Steve to reminisce the memories of his life with Y/N and Bucky as he stared at Bucky's memorial.

The next week, she left the United States for Asia where she planned to spend 4 years studying at the National University of Singapore, leaving her past behind in hopes of moving forward with her life, refusing to care about the avengers shenanigans anymore, including her dear friend, Steve.

New York, 2018 – New norms

When half of the population was wiped out from the earth, two of them was Y/N's parents. And like every other people who had lost their loved ones during the blip, her parents sudden absence truly take a toll on her, especially when she was planning to live a long life with them.

After graduating and getting a decent job in Singapore, she was forced to go back to New York when it happened. Y/N couldn't just let her childhood house left abandoned, she simply can't let that happen.

You would thought a person who had multiple lifetimes would be used to losing someone they love but no. It only gets worst as the years go by.

The more Y/N tried to fit into the new norms, the more that she could feel herself slipping into old habits of her 6th life.

Until that one drunken night when she visited the Smithsomian Museum again after years of forcing herself to forget about him; it took her one look at the potrait of Bucky, she knew what she had to do.

Germany, 2023 – An old nemesis

Nearly 5 years into the blip and Y/N was already becoming a legend in the underground scene. They called her the Deathstalker. She never really knew the origin of it but nevertheless she chooses to stick with the newly founded identity.

With the skills she picked up on her 6th life, she easily became the most deadly assassin in the business, seemingly in a constant competition of reputation with the highly popular, black widow assassins.

Though she couldn't care less about who was winning the battle, she only cares about tracking anything or anyone related to Hydra.

After that fateful night at the museum, she couldn't to think that this must be her calling.

If the curse made her technically immortal, then why not became the hunter destined to slay the monster. They said that Hydra will never die, but so was she. And if anything good came out from this curse, then she might as well use it to avenge Bucky.

And bring the old nemesis to the ground.

Her 6th life was similar to this but she wasn't going to make the same mistake. The flaming greed to have her revenge was too strong back then, it lead her to be hasty and clumsy, which then let her to an early death.

But, she's grown out of those immaturity.

Nowadays, she takes her time and still get the job done flawlessly. Just like she is now, when the soft but dark sound of her chuckle, interrupted the silence that had claimed the room.

The poor man was sitting limp on the chair with his body tied with it. He had been like this for seemingly hours with a knife in one of his thighs, which trembled with the vibrations of his body.

More so, when Y/N twisted them, causing a keen of pain to clawed up his throat and spilled out a hoarse groan.

"Where is it?" Her fingers wrapped around the handle, as she watched the man tossed his head, more with fear than trying to answer.

"I don't like to repeat myself." Y/N slid the blade free, causing a noise he would not forget. The man sagged against his bonds, panting as he watched the blood surged and dribbled out of the wound.

But then he felt the prick against his other leg, wide eyes turning to watch as the knife was held above his skin, Y/N's hand flat against the top, ready to push in. "Where the fuck is it?" her tone was eerie as the voice changer in her mask produced an emotionless robotic effect on it.

"I don't know what you're talking about." The thick german accent seethed through his voice as he grunted in pain.

There was only boredom in Y/N's eyes as she gazes straight into his. A stab of the knife went through his thigh without a warning, until the tip of it almost met the flat surface of the chair beneath it.

The whole room echoed with the sound of the whimpering and cries of his struggle, "Please, I swear to God I don't know what you're talking about." He pleaded as fast as he can, when he felt the shortage of breaths in his lungs due to dealing with the excruciating pain.

"Playing dumb isn't going to help you, mutt." She twisted the knife, pulled out and stabbed it again causing him to fall into an almost delirious state, "Please, please please, I swear I don't know anything about the serum." He blurted out of misery.

There it was.

The thing she wanted to hear.

Y/N's eyebrow quirked in interest, "I never mentioned the serum in our conversation, no?"

He fucked up.

He knew that he fucked up.

But, does it matter when his body was searing in pain?

By the end of the intense interrogation, Y/N finally got the intel she needed to find and destroy whatever was left behind by Wilfred Nagel, who was recruited by the CIA to recreate the super soldier serum.

Those greedy fuckers just cannot stay away from things that shouldn't be meddled with. Even Y/N could see the potential threats of a successful recreation the super soldier serum; they were practically asking for Hydra to revive to its glory days.

And she would not allow that to happen.

She needed to destroy it before its finished.

A loud wail left the man's lips, almost sounded a little strained as he had been screaming in pain for hours. Y/N mercilessly grabbed him by his sweaty chin as she pried his mouth open. Knowing exactly what was coming, the man begged, "Oh lord, please please help me please."

Leaning closer she coldly spoke, "The gods doesn't care about you. Trust me I've been there." With a swift strike, she forced her knife down his throat, and a splash of red tainted her mask, nearly got into her eyes but she managed to blink before it does.

She stood still as she watched him gurgle on his own blood as death collected his soul. Wiping the blood away from her eyelid, she walked out of the abandoned building with a mission to finish; all the while blissfully oblivious to the war that the avengers were fighting to their death on the other side of the world.

Madripoor, 2024 – The most prized asset

The returned of her parents were as sudden as the lost. Though she was glad that they were back, however she had to live a double life now that they kept asking about her job and personal life as they wanted to catch up for the lost of time in 5 years.

Y/N felt bad for lying to her parents but it was for their own good. Now, that she had sent them to a honeymoon to travel all over Europe, she felt better in pursuing her mission without concerns.

Besides the joyful return there was also the awful ones.

Now, that Wilfred Nagel was back from the blip. The serum was perfected to its finest version. And was stolen by bunch of kids protesting for equal rights.

What a fucking mess that was.

But, she would deal with that later. The main focus right now was to find the man itself. There would be no more serums if the source is eradicated.

That was her priority.

With her face hidden behind her signature mask, Y/N walked through the messy crowd as she searches for Shelby's men. This should be a short meeting, since Shelby and her had history together; or more to a favour that she owns to Y/N.

However, when she tried to tune in into the hushed conversations in the crowd, she noticed that the murmurs seemed to be divided into two hot topics; one about the sudden appreance of the Deathstalker, which was herself, and second was surprisingly about the return of another notorious assassin. 

Then when the conversations died down, a fight suddenly broke out. Y/N hold on the handle of her blades from the side of her thighs, as she stiffed into a defensive mode.

While on the other hand, the crowd seemed to be more interested in recording the fight, than avoiding it.

She seemlessly weaved her way through the people, only to see that the action ended with a man choked onto the table of bar. The attacker's face turned away from her where she could only see his figure from the back.

Then, a gleam of gold caught her attention, Y/N squinted her eyes as she analyzed the man's left arm.

It was not the pattern of the sleeve from his suit.

It was his arm.

A black bionic arm.

Which reminded of her of someone she came across in her 6th life; but his was a tin foil silver with a red star on his upper arm. At the time, he was Hydra's most prized asset, they called him the Winter Soldier.

Part II >>

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A/N: yes, I am well aware that left y'all hanging but I still hope you enjoy this one. Tell me what you think so far, I'm curious if y'all cry at the part where she received the letter or maybe you can comment of something else, I'd still love to hear them ♡

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Maybe a drabble in which our Lamb meets Chimaera Reader, the maker of all crowns? Like, he stumbles upon their lair, and sees all types of the crowns, big and small, black and white, one-eyed and two-eyed, etc.? Maybe even a little inter actions between the Reader and the Red Crown in which it recognises them as their maker?

Sorry for my English, it is not my native language-

Also sorry if this request repeats, tumblr May have doubled it-

I swear I'm gonna turn this into an OC one day because I LOVE the concept of a crown maker in the COTL universe

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'Where am I now..?' Lamb pondered as they stepped into a cavern--one most unfamiliar to them.

It was strange, considering they've scoured nearly every corner of the Old Faith for resources, potential rival cult activity, and even martyrs for the Bishops.

But this area was entirely new to them.

With their weapon drawn, they cautiously ventured further inward, eventually arriving into a larger room that was almost entirely cloaked in darkness. They could barely see a thing even with the few torches scattered around lighting the way.

Then suddenly, they saw a bunch of eyes opening up on all sides of them, varying in shape, size, color, and number. And they just stared down at the little sheep.

While they were accustomed to having so many eyes on them, this was completely different.

These eyes certainly didn't belong to any follower of theirs.

What if this was a trap?

What if-?

"Welcome, little Lamb! Promised liberator of the Old Faith!"

Looking upwards, they could see you descending from the darkness. You looked like a tradition chimera: a lion, goat, dragon, and snake all mixed into one. Both of your heads smiled as you took a seat upon your throne, although you frowned a bit upon realizing how poor the lighting must have been.

"Oh forgive me, it is awful dim in here, isn't it? Hold on one moment." Your lion head breathed out a small blast of fire, aimed towards a nearby candle that lit up.

That set off a chain reaction which lit up dozens of other candles around your lair, and burned the torches bright enough for Lamb to see what all those eyes belonged to:

Crowns.

So many crowns.

Big and small, black and white, one-eyed and two-eyed..and even multi-eyed; some sported horns and some did not. Others had bare surfaces while others were decorated with jewels or marred with scars from time.

It was an astonishing sight, and when Lamb looked back up at you, they could see a crown on each of your heads--snake tail included.

Not to mention your seat was adorned with four familiar ones...

"So you..take crowns from fallen gods?"

"Do I take them?" You repeated, before laughing uproariously. "No, but I can see why you'd assume that. I'm [y/n], Maker of the Crowns."

They blinked. "You created the crowns?"

"I have since the first gods ruled over these lands." You chuckled, taking the Green Crown into your paw. "I mold them into a design of my liking, give them life, and then send them off into the world to find a worthy host. They're like my children, so I do get sentimental at times...but I know they'll do great things."

'Huh...Leshy did say the crown found him..' Lamb mused.

"Of all the ones I've created, though, I never thought to see the Bishops' crowns again. But they were in such terrible condition...falling apart, barely able to keep their eyes open....I couldn't believe it." Your gaze shifted down to the sheep. "You wouldn't happen to know why, would you?"

They tensed. "...well...um-"

"Haha! I only jest, Lamb. I know everything." You smiled reassuringly. "I've sensed strong spikes in their energy, and I'm well aware they've been used as aids for the bishops after Narinder's betrayal. Speaking of whom...."

Pausing, you outstretched your paws towards them. "I see the Red Crown has found a new master."

"It's a long story, but--hey!!" All of the sudden, the Red Crown slipped out of their hands, morphing back into its normal form as it began floating up to you. They were shocked and angered, feeling extremely vulnerable without it. "What are you doing?!"

"Nothing, little one. It came to me all on its own. Welcome home, my darling." With the crown nestled into your paw, your smile grew as its eye stared back up at you with happiness. You sighed and brought it closer to your cheek, allowing it to nuzzle up to you. "Oh how I've missed you, mighty crown of Death. I'm glad you have not forgotten me."

"Give it back!!" Lamb snarled, baring their sharp teeth as they tried storming up to your throne. But their little hooves kept slipping on the skull pile that served as its foundation, and they eventually tumbled downwards, landing on their rear. "I need it back right now!"

"...are they always like this?" You muttered to the Red Crown, who just rolled its pupil in response. "Huh, I thought so. Arrogant, entitled, paranoid....just like your first master-"

"Don't compare us." They scowled. "Narinder was worse than arrogant...he would have destroyed this entire world, along with you and all these crowns if I returned it to him! We are NOTHING alike."

"Hm, I see I've touched a nerve. My apologies. I just wanted to take care of this little chip in its horn." Smiling, you manifested some black ichor to seal the crack you discovered on the crown, before sharpening up its horns a little bit. "There. Much better."

"....thank you. Now may I have it back?" Lamb put their hand out, growing more anxious with each passing second they were separated from it. 'Why isn't it returning to me?"

"It doesn't see why it has to right at this very moment...and quite frankly, I don't either. It's not connected to your lifeforce. You're still standing without it-"

"Because I'm its new master! I gave it new purpose. I gave it freedom...and it should be obeying me unconditionally and I don't understand why it's being so stubborn. That crown wouldn't be anywhere NEAR as powerful if it weren't for-!!"

"Choose your next words carefully," you tutted, shaking your head as you gestured to the walls. "My children do not look it, but they too have ears."

Falling silent, they looked all around, noticing that the crowns were now glaring at them. They tensed up, a feeling of heavy discomfort and embarrassment washing over them as they slowly realized how childish they were acting.

And in front of the crown creator, of all people?

"Tell me..do you see the crown as nothing without you? Or perhaps you feel like you are nothing without the crown?"

"........"

"Your mistake, little lamb, is that you see crowns as simple tools to do your bidding. A conduit for your godhood. But do not forget, they are also living breathing creatures like you and I." You chastised. "As such, they deserve respect. I figured you would've been more grateful to meet their maker...such few have the privilege to enter my lair and receive such a warm welcome."

The Red Crown bobbed up and down in agreement, before it scowled down at Lamb, as though to say "you better listen to them and treat me better".

They just looked at the ground, unable to form words as shame creeped up their spine.

You sighed softly. "I understand your worries as a new god. The mere thought of separation from it drives you to rage, especially after what happened between you and Narinder. But I have no desire to take it from you. Not when you've fought so hard for it. All I wish is that you continue caring for it."

"....I'm sorry, Great Crown Maker.." Lamb muttered, finally letting themselves be humbled. "I don't mean to act like I did. It's just...he's been annoying me all day today, shouting about "divine right" and making my life a living hell. He still can't accept that it chose me over him.."

They felt the familiar and comforting weight of the Red Crown returning to the wool atop their head, but they only looked up at you with respect. "Thank you."

"Of course, young one." You nodded, smiling once more. "Narinder has possessed that crown since he was a wee little kit, so it's going to be quite a long time before he lets that grudge go. Perhaps in a hundred years, give or take."

"I understand...so.." Lamb looked around. "Do you have any wares?"

"Oh, plenty!" You clapped your paws together. "Feel free to take a gander! Since this is your first visit, you may have one of the tarot cards over there on the house. But just know that the crowns aren't for sale."

#clanask #anonymous #cult of the lamb x reader #cotl x reader #cotl lamb x reader #cotl lambert x reader #platonic

[reallyromealone]

Hey i love your Tokyo Revengers Omegaverse. Could I please request a Omega teen son reader where Bonten finds out he has a boyfriend and that his boyfriend cheated on him.

P.S. I hope you find a heads up penny and have good luck all week.

That's an incredibly kind thing to say my dude, thank you

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Being the only child of the eight most dangerous men in Japan made Bonten paranoid about their child's safety.

Being their Omega son though?

They didn't let people get near him on a good day.

They sent (name) to a luxury private school, best money could get as a point was brought up when (name) was quite young that isolation could do some weird things to a kid so they put him in the best and most secure private schools starting at preschool.

It turned out to be great, (name) making friends and even joining a club.

Though because of school, (name) wasn't supervised by his dad's and in turn the Omega developed crushes on others.

"Your boyfriend cheated on you?"

Bonten was shocked to say the least, never hearing of any so called boyfriend and now they're learning he cheated on their precious son?!

"H-he cheated on me with my so called best friend!"

'A bunch of snakes' were the father's thoughts they glanced at one another, almost mentally commutating a meeting later.

(Name) had always been a hopeless romantic, unlike his father's who were cynical at best with the concept of love, all of them not particularly interested in anything long term, their focus being on two things: Their empire and their son.

Anything else came second.

Including themselves as a strange pack.

But for now they comforted their son who was all but a mess.

"You cheated on (name)?!" (Exes name)s dad looked horrified, the C.E.O was nervous to say the least as he immediately recognized the photo of the teen, that was the Bonten heir.

The son of the most dangerous men in Japan.

"You had a golden opportunity and now... You destroyed it because you couldn't keep your stupid dick in your god damn pants" (father's name) always wanted an in with Bonten, this would have been perfect!

And then the true realization came upon him (exes name) looking confused "you cheated on the son of Bonten..." His voice was almost Terrified but the teen didn't quite grasp it "yeah so?"

"You practically signed your death warrent if (name) is angry enough at you" his dad said simply and that's when it sunk in.

"What do you want us to do duckling" Koko asked his son who had just stopped crying momentarily "want us to get rid of him?"

"No... I just--- I don't want to be near him..." (Name) mumbled as he took his collar off, he forgot he had it on and his dad's scented him lovingly, trying to comfort their pup.

"Why don't you go get changed and we can run you a bath? Maybe order food?" Kakucho said and (name) nodded as he went to go change clothes.

"Make the calls" Mikey said simply and the others for to work.

The next day (exes name) was transferred to a school across the country that had boarding.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers fluff #male reader #bonten x reader #omegaverse #omega male reader

[eroticdarling]

Slxtcember Day One

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ A Kidnapped Doll ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

꒰ა Abduction Seduction ໒꒱

✧˖° ࣪♡ Meaning — A kink that involves kidnapping someone in a loving manner.

✧˖° ࣪♡ Featuring — Haruchiyo Sanzu

✧˖° ࣪♡ Fandom — Tokyo Revengers

✧˖° ࣪♡ Any au? — Yandere-ish

✧˖° ࣪♡ Warnings — ♡ Fem!Reader ♡ Kidnapping Kink ♡ Porn W Plot ♡ Obsession ♡ Stalking ♡ Pet Names (Princess) ♡ Face Sitting ♡ Face Riding ♡ Pussy Eating ♡ Tongue Fucking ♡ Anal Fingering ♡ Pussy Fingering ♡ Overstim ♡ Daddy Kink ♡ Nose Grinding ♡

✧˖° ࣪♡ A/n — This wasn't fully proofread, so when I have time, I'll most definitely proofread this and make a few edits if needed. Also, this is my first time doing a yandere concept, so if anyone has any advice to give me, please tell me. One more thing, if you couldn't tell, I made this in a joking manner 🤭.

You sat in a dark room with only your hands tied up behind your back and tape covering your mouth with only one light that brightened the small looking room.

Where the fuck am I?. You thought to yourself as you looked around at your surroundings scared for dear life.

You were taking a nice walk around your neighborhood at midnight since the crime rates were low, and there was a one percent chance of a kidnapping like this.

To say the least, you put up a good fight against the stranger, and before he could put the substance that made you faint over your nose, you got a faint look at him.

He was about 6'0 in height with long rosy pink hair styled in a mullet that reached down to his shoulders and downturned blue eyes with prominent eyelashes.

It was sad, you were part of the one percent, but before you could slowly lose your sanity, you took a few deep breaths and looked for anything you could break or untie the thick ropes with and with the grace of God you saw a sharp piece of glass beside you.

You quickly got the glass shard and scratched it against the brown ropes. It cut through nicely, and with a few more good cuts, you would've been free until you heard the door open while cutting.

You stopped and quietly dropped the glass behind you and scooted back to could sit on the glass so the kidnapper couldn't see it and then put your back against the cold wall to prevent them from seeing the half cut ropes.

Footsteps that were walking down the stairs were heard, and you looked up to see your kidnapper clearly as he wore permanent scarring on the corners of his lips, also having a tattoo on his right forearm and four piercings on each ear.

The scared face man was looking down at you with a grin, and it wasn't a lie that this man was the definition of hot but you wasn't supposed to think like that because he literally kidnapped you.

But you could've made an exception, right?

"Well, Princess, looks like you're up." The man said as he bent down to get a better look at you.

He could see the anger that was filled behind your beautiful (e/c) eyes, and it made him let out a small chuckle.

"What's wrong? I thought you had a thing for being kidnapped?" He said, which made you disoriented cause how the fuck did he know that?

You never shared the information with anyone, and it was something you enjoyed in your head, not in real life.

Getting kidnapped and fucking your kidnapper was like something in a Wattpad fantasy world and from a fanfic you might have saw on there that made you secretly like it.

Maybe it was a guilty pleasure, but you kept it to yourself.

"I watch you every day, and I wonder how a woman like you can be so beautiful," He said in a calm tone.

You always had a feeling that someone was watching you but brushed it off because you thought it was your imagination.

Really thinking maybe you were just paranoid, not to mention that every time the thought popped in your head, you would strip tease with the curtains open, then put up the middle finger before closing the curtains.

All this time, your intuition was right, and you were being stalked, but at least he looked good enough to be your stalker.

"So that's why when you finally let your guard down, I knew it was the perfect chance because you were practically begging for it." He finished off, making you question yourself.

You pretty much were begging to end up like this cause what in God's name would possess you to go for a walk at midnight when you already had a feeling of being watched.

He was a little right, but that alone shouldn't give him the opportunity to snatch someone up like this.

"So tell me y/n, is this what you've been fantasizing about?" He asked before realizing your mouth was taped up and instantly took the tape off, ready for an answer.

"No, it's not." You said bluntly, only making him laugh.

"Sorry I couldn't do better Princess, besides I didn't wanna hurt you~♡" He said in a seductive tone that made him sound more hotter than he looked.

"So may we continue this little fantasy of yours?" The man said, lifting up your chin and his face inches closer to yours.

"I don't fuck strangers, pinky." You said straightforward enough to make his eyes widen.

"Well, where are my manners, the name's Sanzu, but for you, call me daddy." He said, making you turn away in cringe.

"I'm pretty sure sharing names is one way to get to know each other." He said in a sarcastic tone.

"N/n." You said, not wanting to give him your real name.

"See, we're not strangers no more." He smirked at you.

You couldn't lie, he made you want to make him an exception from the way he talked to the way he looked.

It felt wrong to live in a Wattpad fantasy, and now was like a chance to take it, even though it meant throwing your morals out the window.

"Untie me then." You said, making him look at you with amusement.

"Give me a reason to." He said.

"Come closer." You teased as he obeyed your command, getting closer, inches to your face.

You let your intrusive thoughts take over and saw this as an opportunity to kiss him, and to your surprise, his lips were soft and tasted like strawberries.

The kiss deepened as he reached something out his back pocket, and you felt the ropes get cut. Your hands were free, and you put one of them on his face, cupping his cheek.

His hands found their way to your waist, and he slowly laid down on the floor with you following his moments. At this point, you both were making out while you were lying on top of him.

Your lips separated so you both could take a breath,"Ride my face, Princess." He demanded, making you take off your shoes, then your baggy pants along with your panties.

You moved up to his face and hovered over him with your legs planted on the ground and your bare cunt on display for him to vividly see.

From his view, he thought it looked sexy how he could see your wet pussy and that itself indicated you were enjoying yourself which was true.

You liked this moment of sitting on his pretty face and letting him eat you out for your pleasure. Even though you could think of anything better than this, it would probably be one of your top five.

You couldn't wait for him to fully take in the view and instantly sat on his face, not letting him see one glimpse of light.

When you suddenly felt his tongue giving you kitten licks on your clit it sent shivers down your spine. The way his wet and warm tongue swirled over your puffy nub made you see stars.

He rubbed two fingers in between your slit and circled over your hole, then put the two fingers in before he started going in and out of you at a slow pace.

Adrenaline was coursing through your veins not only because you were sitting on your kidnappers face but because this was your first time doing something like this. You actually were living a fantasy that you had been thinking about for days.

You were even lucky enough to have a kidnapper that was exactly your type as well.

Sanzu fingers started from a slow pace to a much faster tempo while he was eating you out like he hadn't eaten for days.

His mouth is attached to your clitoris sucking on it while his tongue is licking over the nub with your honey like moans, giving him more enthusiasm.

He loved how you had a grip on his pink hair in your hands, grinding on his face. You wanted this man so bad because how he was treating you and your pussy.

He unattached his mouth to your clit so he could insert his fingers in then he took them out and went back to sucking your clit.

His other hand was positioned on your ass and moved up your back, pushing it down to make you arch your back.

The middle and ring fingers he wet circled your second hole, and he gently slid his middle finger in your ass. This made your breath hitch before he started moving his finger.

After he started moving one, he added the second digit and went a little faster. The feelings that you were feeling were unfamiliar since you never did this before.

It was a mixture of a weird pleasure you couldn't really explain and as his fingers moved through your asshole his tongue went back to your pussy, this time sliding it in your hole.

He grind his tongue inside of you which made his nose brush your clit so you grinded harder against his nose to receive more friction.

"Daddy, I'm about to cum." You managed to moan out making Sanzu dick get hard. The thought of you coming on him was now drilled into his head, and he wanted it more than ever.

Sanzu worked faster through your filled holes, giving you permission to come on him.

Your head hung low with a medium blush covering your face while your hands stuck to the floor for leverage, but your arms were already feeling they were about to give out.

The ecstacy the man was giving you pushed you to your limit, and with some strokes of his mouth and fingers, your cloudy white orgasm coated the lower part of his face.

Your legs were trembling from how hard you came, and the feeling was getting better when Sanzu started licking your abused pussy more.

After he was done, he took his fingers out of your asshole before leaving sweet kisses on your pussy then lifting you up by your waist moving you to the side with no struggle.

You looked at the man downturned blue eyes that were hiding under his pink lashes, and then your eyes roamed down to his pants where you saw a large clear white stain in the middle of them.

"Did you?" You questioned him, making him look at you.

"You tasted so good I couldn't help myself." He said, sitting up from the cold floor feeling discomfort from the cum that was in his boxers.

"Alright, get up. I'm gonna take a quick shower, and then I'll take you home." He said, getting off the floor and gathering your clothes and shoes to give them to you.

Put your stuff back on and stood up watching him go upstairs, which made you follow behind him. You looked at the windows, seeing that the sun was already coming up.

"I'm not doing anything special, so can I stay for a little?" You asked receiving a stare from the man.

In all honesty, you really weren't doing anything special since today was luckily your day off, and usually you would be in bed strolling through your phone.

"Mmmm..." He sarcastically thought about the question for a long time then looked back at you.

"No, I'm busy today." He said, making you sigh.

"Please." You begged with your hands clasped together.

The man then let out a long exhale and finally gave in, "Fine, whatever." He rolled his eyes.

"I knew I could make you give in." You said as your tone got seductive and your eyes went low.

You then moved in front of him and yanked the tie that was connected to his blue suit, making him jerk down, giving you this opportunity to kiss him.

Suddenly, you felt yourself get lifted up as the kiss had gotten deeper.

"You can't get enough of me now, can you?" He said, breaking the kiss with a smirk plastered on his face.

"I guess not." You replied with the same smirk as his before kissing him once more.

#✎ᝰsʟᴜᴛ sᴍᴜᴛ ᴛʀᴇᴀsᴜʀʏ。°˖⌕ #anime smut #slxtcember #anime headcanons #anime writing blog #tokyo rev smut #smut writing #tokyo rev x y/n #sanzu smut #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x reader #tokyo revengers x female reader #tokrev sanzu #haruchiyo x reader #tokyo revengers sanzu #haruchiyo sanzu x reader

[always-andromeda]

Can you write an Adam Warlock x GN! Reader Smut fic? You can write it however you want...I'm just desperate for non fem smut fics of adam

– ⭒ 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 ⭒ –

𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ▹ 1,283

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ▹ Being friends with benefits messes with Adam's head far more than either of you are willing to let on.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ▹ I don't think I've ever done gn!reader smut? So I'm really hoping that I did this justice for you, anon!! This little concept popped into my head randomly because I can so easily see Adam falling into this kind of situation. Also, I am so sorry my writing has been so sporadic lately </3 I’ve been having various health struggles for the last month and haven’t been super cognizant lmao.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ▹ smut (minors, please do not interact), reader's appearance, pronouns, and genitals aren't specified, thigh riding, general heavy petting, little bits of friends with benefits angst, kind of implied dom!reader and sub!Adam (if you squint), nothing else I can think of!!

No matter how many times you and Adam end up like this, he still finds himself questioning what exactly is going on. Your lips move so fast and he's just trying to keep up; trying not to let on just how long he's been craving the taste. Which has basically been since the last time you kissed him about a week prior.

It'd been after the team's last mission went particularly well. Quickly – and without any of the other Guardians seeing – you'd placed a chaste kiss on his lips and commended him for his performance. It was so fast and your tone had been so matter-of-fact that Adam had second guessed it had even happened to begin with. It wouldn't be too surprising if he started fantasizing about you.

Unfortunately for him, that was just you and your mixed messages. One minute you were all business and the next you were like this: keeping him anchored in place with a hand on his cheek as you took his breath away.

He supposes he can’t blame you. It made sense, wanting to keep a relationship like this hidden from the others. Though he wasn’t particularly well versed on the sensibilities of those around him, he could imagine this not being a good look for either of you.

And though he may not care what the others thought of him, you seemed to care. And that was enough to mean something to him too.

"You gonna touch me?" you rasp hurriedly.

Yes. Every single time it was a resounding yes. Even if his mind was telling him that he was in too deep, he couldn't help but dig himself deeper. He hates himself for it, but secretly he hopes that at some point he'll find more than the physical contact you provide. Maybe someday he'll hit some underground bunker and that you'd be gracious enough to let him in.

So he nods vigorously, his verbal agreement reduced to a hum as he captures your lips with his once more.

He's still inexperienced and, God, he hopes that you can at least tell that he's trying to learn. For example, he's gotten better at letting you take control. The first few times his hubris had gotten the better of him, making the encounter feel more like a power struggle than a release of stress. Now, he lets you set the pace; lets you figure out right where you want to be.

And right now you want him pressed up against the wall of the ship. You want his leg between yours. And you want to feel his chest heaving as you grind down on him in the secluded and quiet darkness of the hangar.

As soon as Adam pulls back long enough to meet your eyes, he catches the glint of want in them. Then he watches how your gaze sweeps downward. Right to his strong thigh.

You're both grateful that Adam's such a quick learner because he catches the hint before you have a chance to get impatient. With his back against the wall, Adam half expects it to crumble behind him as the scene before him unfurls.

His hands on your lower back keep you steady against his rigid torso. You're so close that he has no choice but to look in your eyes once more. They're half lidded and dark, already almost fucked out despite the fact that you've only just begun to grind against his thigh.

Adam holds you closer, increasing the pressure that comes with each brush of your hips. And pride floods his chest cavity when you groan deeply.

You let out a staggered little laugh, "Fuck, you're so good at this, Adam."

"Only as good as you've taught me to be," he quips with a tinge of tenderness. After all, there's something special to being so tuned into your body like this. He wouldn't trade that mastery for anything. The sentiment comes through tenfold when he nuzzles his nose against yours.

Briefly, his forehead touches yours. You feel the slight chill of the smooth golden gem that's right between his prominent brow. And it becomes all too apparent to you once more who he is; what he is. The chances that this means anything more to him are very little. What could one touch-starved mortal mean to a golden, god-like being?

You merely roll your eyes and dip your head against his chest, hiding from both his soft expression and the impending wave of pleasure that both threaten to knock you off your feet.

Truth told, with your body all over his, all Adam feels is the warmth. There's your hot breath as you work yourself closer and closer towards the edge. Then there's the pulsing heat between your legs that makes him painfully hard. That combined with the cramped confines of the hangar has him picturing you both discard your stifling jumpsuits.

His wishful thinking is interrupted by a groan that gets caught in your throat. "Ah, fuck, I'm so close–" you pant.

Before you know it, one of his hands snakes around the nape of your neck, cradling your head as it lolls back. Then his lips are on the side of your throat, kissing and nipping at the flesh as it trembles from the vibrations from your hums of pleasure. You can't help but wonder if he's somehow trying to absorb your sounds. Either way, the action makes you acutely aware of his strength once more.

If you didn't know any better, you'd fully believe that every part of him was built for this.

But you do know better.

Adam pulls back to chuckle, "I can't wait until we get back home."

And there's where the guilt starts to set in. Like clockwork, it inevitably hits. Whenever he talks so eagerly, you can't help but feel that giant pit in your stomach.

You try to match his energy with a hesitant smile. "What, being down here isn't enough for you?"

"Of course not," Adam furrows his brow teasingly. "Maybe we could have a night to ourselves when we get back."

The cavernous pit grows. You can practically feel your soul shriveling away as you mutter, "Maybe we should lay low for a while. Don't want the others to get any ideas."

Don't want either of us getting ideas too, you want to say.

The way the light fades from his eyes makes you feel worse. But he agrees. He says a small, "You're probably right," and you wish more than anything that you were wrong.

You don't care if the others catch on. Something else about this intimacy bothered you. Because if there was anything that being with the Guardians had taught you, it was that no matter how important love was...things would always happen.

You thought back to Peter and how lost he was when the team had lost Gamora. As much as he'd hated to admit it, that love and loss had changed him so thoroughly that the idea of it happening to you was terrifying.

Adam may not have been the child of a genocidal warlord. But he was still the child of an unstoppable master race of superhuman beings. And no matter how normal things may feel, especially being with him like this, you could never kid yourself into believing it could ever actually be normal.

So you offer him a halfhearted apology. You push yourself off his chest and shakily regain your own balance before returning to the upper decks. Most importantly, you don't look back. And you hope that sends your message sufficiently. That he stops wanting this. Because you doubt you could stop wanting him on your own.

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[choicesficwriterscreations]

December Creator of the Month: Oh-So-Youre-a-Nerd

Each month, CFWC highlights one of our talented fanfic writers or artists, and this month’s creator of the month is @oh-so-youre-a-nerd . We're very excited because Ascindio is our very first artist to be highlighted! We hope you will enjoy learning more about them and their work below! The writer is selected at random. More info can be found on the navigation page.

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Ascindio 

More below...

1- When did you start playing Choices? What was the first book you played? 

I started playing in 2016, I can't remember if I read Endless Summer or Rules of Engagement first, but I ended up deleting the app after like 2 weeks cause I couldn't stop buying diamonds 😅🤦

I re-downloaded it about, ohh idk 2 years ago?

2- When and why did you join Choices fandom?

I joined the Fandom specifically on Tumblr and specifically for It Lives Within, which happened to come out right after I read the first two books 

3- How did you pick your blog name? 

I always try to seem cool and mysterious when I meet people irl, and then as soon as I open my mouth, I ruin it with some niche trivia or something, and they say,  “Oh, so you're a nerd.” 😂 Can't tell you how many times this exact phrase has been uttered to me. 

4- Pull up the first post in your archive, and tell us about it!  

This is the first Choices related post I made 😂 I was just thinking about the concept of what if characters make terrible decisions cause they're controlled by a player who is out of diamonds lol I was going to do a whole series of them (next was going to be lotr “fly on eagles to mordor?” *30 diamonds* or “simply walk”) but got lazy lol

5- Do you write fanfiction, create fan art, or are you one of those really gifted people who do both? 

Only art. God, I  WISH  I wrote too. I've thought about trying cause I have so many ideas floating around in my head, but at the end of the day, I'd rather spend my free time drawing. 

6- How long have you been creating for Choices and for any other fandoms?

For Choices, since early 2022

For other fandoms, since well, forever, but I only started posting around 2017/18

7- What is your favorite Choices book, and what is your favorite Choices book to create for?

Favorite Choices book is probably It Lives in the Woods. All of the characters were so interesting, I never got bored reading it, and it had an incredible twist that made sense but I still didn't see coming. 

Favorite to create for is probably Blades of Light and Shadow though because I am such a sucker for the fantasy aesthetic.

8- Share your first Choices fanfic or fan art that you posted with us. Do you still like it, or would you change it if you were creating it today?.

This isn't the first Choices art I made, but it IS the first I actually shared

And honestly, I DO still like it because I still remember the way I felt absolutely POSSESSED while drawing it (I hadn't drawn anything for *months*). I would definitely change the background, though. Those trees look like shit, and they're not even the correct type for the kind of forest they're in. 

9- What is your favorite piece of fiction or art that you created? 

My favorite Choices art I've done is probably this piece. 

10- Do you have a fic/art that you didn’t expect to be well received, but it was? What about one you expected to do well but found it could use a little more love?

I definitely didn't expect this one to do well at all as it was so hastily drawn

And I was sad this piece didn't get more love, it was such a dope scene and I was so excited about how the sword turned out

11- If you could only draw one style or type of art for the rest of your life, what would it be and why? 

I'm not sure if I'm interpreting the question right, but if I had to pick like a specific type of art, it would be digital, and I would want to do fan art. I have a hard time painting anything that I don't already have a deep connection with (so original art with no story behind it is usually a chore for me), and digital art is just so incredibly convenient and not messy and so so versatile. 

12 - Do you ever recognize yourself in any of your MCs or in your writing?

Because I use fiction as a way to safely process trauma/ grief/ other big emotions, each MC I make has a small part of me, whichever part I feel the need to explore at the time.

There's an amazing quote by Patrick Rothfuss that I feel explains it perfectly. 

It's from Wise Man's Fear

“These folk knew all about death. They killed their own livestock. They died from fevers, falls, or broken bones gone sour. Death was like an unpleasant neighbor. You didn’t talk about him for fear he might hear you and decide to pay a visit.

Except for stories, of course. Tales of poisoned kings and duels and old wars were fine. They dressed death in foreign clothes and sent him far from your door. A chimney fire or the croup cough were terrifying. But Gibea’s trial or the siege of Enfast, those were different. They were like prayers, like charms muttered late at night when you were walking alone in the dark. Stories were like ha’penny amulets you bought from a peddler, just in case.”

13 - What element of writing/art do you struggle with most?

I have a very difficult time making the poses seem natural and flowing. My all time favorite art is Baroque/Renaissance style and how fluid the poses are, how soft the skin looks, how delicately it's all done. Obviously, I will always have my own style, but those are things that I so want to incorporate but never seem to get quite right, and it drives me crazy 😂

14 - Do you have any neglected work you really want to finish?

Not really. I mean, I have a ton of unfinished work, but as soon as the window of inspiration passes, I just can't get myself to care enough about it to finish it (insert Jake the Dog, “now it's gone, and I don't care about it anymore!” )

15 - If someone you know in real life (who isn’t involved in fandoms) asked to see your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you show them first? 

I would, and have.  I typically show them whatever most rendered recent picture from my Instagram because I don't post any nsfw there and usually try to post only my prettier work for this specific reason haha. (As opposed to here, I post everything here, ain't NO ONE from real life invited to see my tumblr 😂)

16 - Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing or art? Are there any artists that influence you?

Writers: Brandon Sanderson, for sure. He's the reason I got back into art back in 2017 ish. His stories are just so emotional they push me to create. Same with @saibug1022, there is always at least one scene from every story he shares that I desperately want to draw to try to capture the emotions. 

Artists: God, sooo many, here are just like my top 3 favorites and their instagrams.

Audra Auclair

Obsessed with her unique style, and specifically the way she draws eyelids and noses

f3lc4t

The way they draw those dripping, glowing wisps. I stare at their pieces for hours (no lie) trying to dissect them stroke by stroke to figure out how they do it.

Miho Hirano

Their art has a delicate whimsy-ness I would SELL MY SOUL to achieve 

17- Which one of your creations would you like to see a fiction written about? 

JC, this is the shit I DREAM of.

Definitely this one. 

So this is love.

This little comic means a lot to me. 

18- Do you write original fiction or create non-fandom art? 

Very rarely, but I do, every so often. This is my favorite original piece.

20-  What other hobbies do you have?

Gaming, singing, walking through the Cemetary with my wee daughter, reading, that's about it 🤷

21 - What’s your favorite emoji? 

🙇

22: BONUS - tell us anything you’d like (if you want to).

I really wanted to say that I don't believe in “good” art and “bad” art (just ethical vs non-ethical). That being said, I know what it's like to hate your art, like soooo intimately. If you ever are feeling shit about your art, you can ABSOLUTELY message me (I don't care if we're mutuals or not, I don't care if we've never interacted before) and just say, “I am feeling shit about my art” and I will go through your art and tell you every specific thing I love about it and why it's wonderful. I am not joking; I am so so serious rn. 💗💗💗💗 

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[mrvlbimbo]

Just a little quid pro quo

(slightly)perv!Eddie x virgin!reader where she buys drugs from him and "forgets" her money so she has to pay another way

also whoops Eddie is a little mean here and probably out of character but the plot required it

He kinda tries to take advantage of the reader's innocence but she is VERY into it so alls well that ends well I guess

based on this original concept

its a long one btw

She sat on that bench in the woods idly playing with the hem of her skirt.

That morning she had no intention of being here, waiting for the infamous town freak Eddie Munson to sell her drugs (among other things)

But another thing that had happened that morning was her overhearing one of the other girls on the cheer team talk about how Eddie would make girls have sex with him for drugs.

She shuddered at the thought of it, him taking advantage of her like that. His big ring covered hands gripping her harshly, taking her apart with his warm tongue and hard cock.

So maybe it wasn't a shudder of disgust...

In her defense she was a bit sexually repressed, never having been touched like that in her life.

But she wanted to be. And despite herself she couldn't get Eddie out of her head. She barely knew what sex entailed, but she knew she wanted to do it with him.

Which is what lead her to be sitting there with not a cent of cash on her, waiting for one Eddie Munson to emerge from the woods.

And Emerge he did, stumbling out of the thick grove of trees and into the clearing so he was standing directly infront of her. She tried to look down at the ground but he grabbed her jaw gently and tilted her head up to look at him. "what can I get for you, pretty little thing?"

"uhm drugs please?" she shook with anticipation as he sat next to her and started to rifle around in his black lunchbox.

"Alright, this much will be 15$" She wasn't sure if that was a good price. But she didn't intend to pay it anyways.

Her hand found the hem of her skirt again, lifting it up suggestively and blinking at him while biting her lip "Oh I don't have any money. Isn't there some other way I can pay?"

He watched the way her manicured nails pulled up the fabric of her skirt to expose the expanse of her thighs. He couldn't help but thinking of sucking bruises into the plush skin there. Given the chance, he would absolutely wreck this girl.

"Oh? I can think of a few ways." He grinned wickedly, hand reaching over to her leg and slowly ghosting up her thigh until it disappeared under her skirt.

"L-like with sex?" she stuttered, not able to contain the hope in her eyes. She had never flirted with someone or had them flirt back like this, but it made her feel lightheaded the way he touched her.

"It doesn't have to be sex, a blow job would be enough for this much. We don't have to tell anyone, I can keep a secret." His hand was gripping her tightly now, fingers played out on the sensitive inside of her thigh and squished between her legs that were clenched together.

"Oh yeah...I guess that's ok too." He saw the way her face fell, shame creeping into her expression. He wasn't the smartest guy but he could practically feel her pining, and who was he to deny her a good time.

"Or maybe not...see I'll let you in on a secret. 15$ is a really good deal for that much weed. And you can't even bother to pay me. I think you should make it up to me." His hot breath kissed the side of her neck as he leaned even closer to her.

"So you'll fuck me?" she was trembling under his hands, seeping wetness into her panties from just his fingers creeping up her thigh.

"Is that what you want?" he asked softly, gently coaxing her into admitting her desire to him.

"Y-yeah."

"Oh my god. You fuckin freak," he cackled, leaping up from his place beside her and prancing around the small clearing.

"Huh...I thought-" Her lip started to quiver as she stared at him in confusion.

"You thought you were just going to come out here and trick me into fucking your tight perfect little pussy? I bet you don't even want drugs. You just want a story to tell all your stupid cheerleader friends." He seethed, teeth bared in anger as spittle gathered at the edges of his lips. He looked absolutely feral, and for some reason that was totally doing it for her.

"NO!" she exclaimed, rushing off the bench and wrapping herself around one of his arms to keep him from leaving.

"no?" he teased, softening his voice and brushing a stand of her hair behind her ear. It made her head spin how he could go from screaming at her to gently cradling her face. She knew in that moment that she would do anything to please him.

"I mean yes...but no. I want you, I don't know why but I do. I'm sorry for lying." She rambles on as tears start to fall down her cheeks, her hands shaking as she tried to wipe her wet face off.

"aw, you look so gorgeous when you cry. You really want me to fuck you, huh?" he cooed, kissing her warm cheeks and drying her tears.

"please," she whined, clawing at the fabric of his jacket.

He wrenched his arm out of her grasp and sat down on the bench with his legs spread wide. "You're such a needy fucking slut, get on your knees for me."

she quickly scurried over, throwing her self down at his feet and blinking up at him expectantly. "you're so pretty," he whispered, hand cupping her face and letting her rest her head on his thigh. "Why are you out here, really? why do you want to get fucked by the town freak?"

"Because I've never done anything like this before. And you make me feel...weird." The weird feeling she was describing was arousal, he knew how to satiate her urge even if she didn't

"Mmm, do I make your panties wet?" He guided her hand up to the bulge in his jeans while her other hand slipped down between her legs to prod at the dampened fabric between her legs.

"Y-yeah. They are wet now that you mention it." She nodded eagerly, waving her fingers in his face to show the evidence of her arousal.

He wrapped his long fingers around her wrist, bringing her hand up to his mouth to suck the digits clean. "What do you want me to do to you? you have to tell me." He punctuated his question with kisses to the tips of her fingers.

"I want you to have sex with me." She admitted, completely genuine and earnest in her intention. She wouldn't lie to him, she didn't really even know how to. She was sure he would see right though it as he seemed to see right through her.

"there's a lot of different ways to have sex, you're going to have to be more specific baby." He practically giggled at her naivety. It wasn't her fault and it made him feel like a pervert when he thought about how he was going to ruin her innocent mind.

"I want you to put that." she gave a gentle squeeze to the tent in his jeans that he had positioned her hand over. "Into me. It hurts down there, can you make it better?" somehow she looked so innocent when she was practically begging him to fuck her.

"I can but you need to get my cock wet first so I can slide it in there." He gave her a meaningful look, nodding at her to ask if she understood.

"really?" she asked with wide eyes, gasping as he slapped the warm dripping tip of it against her cheek.

"yep, I'm the expert here sweetie." He held her face gently as he guided his cock down past her lips and down her throat. She didn't dare move an inch as he thrusted into her mouth, drool collecting and dribbling down her chin.

She whimpered softly, the vibration only spurring him on to fuck her throat harder.

when he pulled back there were tears streaming down her face again. And he would agree with her previous statement, she was gorgeous when she cried.

"can you put it inside me now?" she questioned, pleading with him really.

"Mmm, whatever you want sweetie." His voice was laced with the utmost care, any fear she may have felt melted when he offered her a hand and helped her into his lap.

She sat there, one hand on his shoulders to steady her and the other one trying to push her panties to the side while she slid down onto him.

Whines escaped her lips every time she narrowly missed the hole and his cock slid over her clit instead. He just laughed at her desperation. "here, let me help you." He grabbed the length of himself and held her still with a hand on her lip, easing into her gently.

Her eyes were rolled back in her head by the time he was fully seated inside of her. "Does that feel good?" he asked, slowly swirling his thumb around her clit.

"It aches. Inside," she whined, little fists banging on his chest so weakly it was more like a pat.

"S'alright baby, I'm gonna make you feel better." He started thrusting, hands on her hips moving her up and down on his length. He wanted to take things slowly for her but the second she started clenching around him his slow shallow thrusts became deep and fast.

Her legs were shaking, his name along with curse words he didn't even think she knew were falling from her lips in muffled cries. "Thats it, I got you," he whispered, kissing her forehead as his hands creeped around to play with her ass.

"are you gonna touch me back there?" she asked innocently, arching into his touch like it was second nature.

"Mmm. Maybe next time." His grip tightened when she sighed. He was right, she was a little freak and she didn't even know. But he knew, he knew what she needed and he intended on giving it to her.

"You close?" he groaned, hips bucking up to meet his pace of rocking her down against him.

"I dunno," she slurred, drooling mouth wetting his t-shirt where her face was pressed into his chest. "Feels tight."

She wriggled around in his arms when he payed more attention to her clit, swirling abstract patterns on it until she was jelly in his hands. "feels weird, Eddie," she cried out before tightening around him and cumming, her body shaking violently in his arms as he fucked her through it.

"aaaaAAh. You're twitching," she yelped when his own climax started.

"You- fuck. You did so good, I'm gonna cum." he held her down, hips bucking up into her still clenching hole.

"Inside of me?" she asks, shocked but not upset.

"Yeah, it only counts if I cum inside," he said quickly, coming up with an absurd and stupid lie on the spot.

But she believed it. "Well ok, if you say so."

Her fingers gripped his face, nails biting the sensitive skin, as she pressed their lips together messily and he painted her insides with his cum.

"Ok hold on, this is probably going to make a mess." He pulled out and examined the creamy fluid leaking from her, scooping a bit of it onto his fingers and shoving them into her mouth.

"mphmmh," she whined, giggling a little at the weird taste of it. "Gross, Eddie!" she laughed, smacking her hands on his chest in a way that was crazy adorable.

"Yeah. I'm gross, sorry babe." He gave her a quick kiss on the lips and helped her move so her legs were stretched over his instead of straddling him.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and let her rest her cheek on his chest, cuddling into his arms and murmuring sleepily. "I didn't even know that was possible."

#perv!eddie (mrvlbimbo’s version 💘) #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fluff

[eriexplosion]

REUNION! MY BOY IS COMING BACK HOME IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE!

It's the way that we start with Crosshair talking about his own squad and showing zero real interest in it, just the completely calm assessment that a scout team won't be enough to take them out. Later he's going to actually care that it's His Squad, right now he really does not. No reaction to orders to terminate them. Knowing how much Crosshair gives a shit in every other aspect despite trying SO HARD NOT TO, it just really stands out.

Wrecker's teaching skills.... TEN SECONDS TILL WE"RE BOTH GONERS. HONEY WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? What if we just do all our training by traumatizing the child forever with the possibility of imminent death. But he didn't let her train with a live explosive. He's not crazy!

"I failed my first disarming test too" great was that a smoke bomb or not because knowing the kaminoans and the state of your head I am considering that it was a live explosive.

I love their casual awareness that they're being watched, it's just very attractive when the batch is extremely competent.

"Wrecker says he has it under control" "That's not comforting" THANKS FOR THE VOTE OF CONFIDENCE TECH

This is one of my favorite shots of Echo I just think they look very attractive perched up there. Now on the question of HOW are they perched up there? We just don't know.

Echo still losing it over the mere concept of anything that might make them money because all of it is Crime.

Also I'm keeping a count on how long it takes for Tech's hair to spontaneously reappear, so far he still has his bald patch.

WRECKER CRAVES THE PROTON TORPEDO MORE THAN LIFE.

"Hunter, we're soldiers. What other path is there?" I feel like the ultimate conclusion for the show is going to be a mix of these two's extremes. Hunter wants a path that is fully out of the danger, away from all of it, and that's clearly not going to be allowed to happen. Echo wants a path that they understand, and the soldier's life is safe and comfortable to them. Ultimately, they don't need to just be soldiers, but they also can't just walk away from it all, no one can. The Empire doesn't only come for soldiers.

STILL CANNOT BELIEVE THEY GAVE US THIS SHOT.

"It's most likely a short circuit" right before several ships fly overhead. It is DEFINITELY NOT A SHORT CIRCUIT.

Hunter basically saying 'Tech you know Crosshair's too stubborn to be put off by a blocked scanner'

GOD I AM ALL CAUGHT UP ON THIS ACTUALLY. It's Crosshair, it's his stubbornness, it's his ruthless battle tactics, it's his knowledge, he just doesn't Care about anything but the mission and his orders, when those were always down near the bottom of his priority list before. Now they're all that registers. It's all the things that make him dangerous and none of the things that make him belong with them.

Stop throwing your goddamn toothpicks you filthy littering bitch (affectionate)

Crosshair knowing they'd cut into the comms so he redirected them away from the hangar by saying to push them to the hangar... GENUINELY CHIPPED CROSSHAIR REMAINS THE MOST TERRIFYING THING IN THE SHOW. Cannot outsmart him he knows all the Moves. No wonder they couldn't keep him chipped outside of this, he'd have won eventually if he was still trying this hard.

"Why come after us" honey he doesn't have an OPTION. Hunter and Omega trying to talk him down is sweet but absolutely useless. But then, what other options do they have? The thing is even if they stunned him here, what then, the place is crawling with Imperials and it was the only place they had to remove their chips. If they HADN'T been found here, maybe things would have been different but...

Also I was right, Crosshair didn't learn about the chips until episode eight and it was just Hunter and Omega telling him they existed. Nothing about how they worked, nothing about how powerful they are, and he has no reason to believe them right off. And with only finding out MAYBE half an hour before it gets annihilated with radiation, of course he doesn't believe them. He doesn't really have a reference point to notice he's being controlled on any level.

Still amazed at the sheer coldness of 'aim for the kid though' like Brutal

I think this guy here might be Omega's first kill? She uses her bow several times in Decommissioned, but all of those were droids. I wonder if she's really realized the weight of that yet. Also that her first kill was another clone, which, Ow.

All of that and she's still so small that Tech has to help her jump off a step.

WRECKER I CARE ABOUT TECH'S ION ENGINE INFODUMP DON'T INTERRUPT HIM.

Tech nearly getting sniped here - I stand by my headcanon that the reason Crosshair misses them so often in particular is because the chip has major control but sniping requires SUCH PRECISION that the tiny little muscle twitches that might sneak through, small enough that they wouldn't change anything for any other weapon, are enough to throw his aim off.

TRY AGAIN HUNTER babe I don't know that he can hear you.

"Crosshair wouldn't do that, would he" Omega I cannot emphasize enough that it does not MATTER what Crosshair would do just like it didn't matter what WRECKER would do last episode.

I do really want to know what Plan 7 is

The ion engine coming on and the ring of explosions looks SO good, that's some good fucking animation.

And CROSSHAIR RUNS TOWARDS IT LIKE WHATTTT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING TO DO HERE?

I mean at least blasting him with radiation will take out the chip but goddamn. The burn scar is SO MUCH and then he fucking falls on that side of his face.

Do you think that the smell of his own flesh burning reminded him at all of the civilians he had killed?

Sorry I'm normal again, Crosshair carries the dark thoughts with him like a cloud.

The reveal of all the dead clones around their ship is so good for Bane's reveal. And this is still so much better having watched TCW because the first time I watched I LITERALLY HAD NO IDEA WHO THE HELL THIS WAS.

The way that he just drops Hunter and the music completely cuts out and then gets really fucking intense no wonder a few people thought for a hot second that they killed Hunter off just like that.

This is also why you can't take the musical cues for if a death is real or not because they WILL go intense whether they're dead or alive if the moment calls for it.

"Get me on the shuttle" what the fuck did the radiation do to the chip that it turned Crosshair completely feral for a hot second because he is barely breathing and he's like I AM GOING TO COMMIT MURDER RIGHT NOW.

GOD I LOVE THE POV SHOT FROM HUNTER'S HELMET. The way they do this with Omega too later (and honestly it would be amazing setup for doing the same thing with Tech's goggle recordings come on it is RIGHT THERE)

#the bad batch rewatch

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music to my ears

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finally after 2 years and 10 months this series is coming to an end HAHA hope you guys enjoyed reading!

summary: there has always been a strong rivalry between the apollo and ares cabins at camp half-blood, so how will the two opposing sides compose themselves when the son of apollo and the daughter of ares fall in love? (not proofread)

date: 12/29/23

series: txt demigod series (located in masterlist)

scenario themes: percy jackson! au, forbidden love

idol: hueningkai of txt

concept: fluff, tiny amount of angst

warnings: swearing

word count: 3.9k

you've only ever felt betrayal twice in your life.

the first time was when your parents revealed to you that your dad wasn't exactly your father. essentially, that he wasn't your biological parent and the reason they hid it from you was because your father was actually the greek God of war.

the second time was when your half-sister ruined your relationship to fuel a petty cabin war at your summer camp.

the second requires us to go into a bit more detail.

it was your third year at camp half-blood and by now, you knew your way around the place fairly well. you knew the best seat in the mess hall, the best hiding places in the forest, the best spots to throw parties, and more. you also knew that there was only one rule you had to follow as a member of the ares cabin: stay away from the children of apollo.

it's not like apollo and ares themselves didn't get along, but some feud a while ago between both cabin's counselors spread like wildfire throughout the camp, and now the two groups can't stand one another.

you didn't mind since the feud began long before you came to camp half-blood. you didn't need to break off any existing friendships and you can't really miss what you never had.

that was until you met kai huening.

it was a searing, sunny day in the middle of july. you had just finished training with your half-siblings and decided to take a shortcut to the cabins from the training grounds by passing the amphitheater.

you never really had an ear for music, as long as a song was catchy you'd listen to it. you couldn't grasp the idea of a couple instruments moving someone to the point of tears. at least you didn't think you could until you heard the most beautiful piano piece being played in the center stage of the amphitheater.

you recalled hearing about a talent show of some sort being organized by the end of the month but you didn't really pay it much mind. inching closer towards the curtains set up behind the stage.

it seemed like a practice of some sort, with a group of kids sitting around watching the boy play. then he began singing what sounded like a modern rendition of an older song you vaguely remember (just think of fairy of shampoo haha).

his voice combined with the delicate notes he was playing on the piano mesmerized you. it all came so naturally to him, almost as if he was born with music running through his veins.

he played for another minute or so until he switched to another song equally enchanting as the last. you must have stood there for half an hour listening to this mystery man serenade an audience of about ten campers before you snapped back to reality as he began packing up.

straightening yourself up, you shoved your head back behind the curtain, taking a moment to compose yourself for the walk back to the cabins. once you finally started to walk away you heard an extremely familiar voice call out, "excuse me!"

shit. he probably saw me staring and thinks i'm a complete psycho.

bracing yourself, you turned around with a tight-lipped smile on your face. "yes?" you responded. "i noticed you halfway through my practice and was wondering if you had any feedback for me? the talent show's in a couple weeks and i'm starting to get really nervous." the stranger confessed.

"oh, um, honestly no. I'm not exactly a music expert but you were great." you hesitated. the boy smiled widely, extending a hand to you, "i'm kai. and you are?"

"y/n." you smiled in return.

kai stayed beside you for the remainder of your brief walk to the cabins, cracking small jokes and complimenting you along the way. you didn't know why but you felt oddly drawn to him. he was so kind, gentle, and patient.

"so which cabin are you headed to?" he asked once the two of you neared the field. right as you were about to answer, someone interjected calling out kai's name.

you recognize the interferer as a resident of the athena cabin: kang taehyun. he seemed to be close to kai, casually wrapping his arm around the shoulders of the taller boy and carrying him off. kai made sure to shoot an apologetic look coupled with a wave over his shoulder which you happily returned.

you couldn't stop smiling by the time you got back to your bed. kai. you knew nothing else about him, not his last name, not his godly parent, nothing. and yet you were giggling to yourself at the thought of seeing him again.

so much so that your half-sister ryujin had to make sure you hadn't gone insane. "what's gotten into you?" she questioned, plopping onto the corner of your twin bed. "I met a guy" you confessed like a giddy schoolgirl. sure it was a bit embarrassing to admit, but you can't help how you feel.

ryujin simply laughed, shoving you over to make more room for herself on the bed, "what's his name and cabin?"

sheepishly, you turned to face her before confessing that you only knew his first name. you could tell from the change in her expression she was judging you, heavily.

throwing a pillow at her to avoid the shame you felt, you swiftly added, "it's not like I'm in love with him. he's just... cute."

"sure, y/n. because you smile to yourself thinking about every 'cute' guy at camp" she mocked. you were debating whether or not to throw another pillow at her before she started again, "you know, i've been told that I'm a pretty good wingwoman."

if 'pretty good' meant 'terrifyingly bad', ryujin would be absolutely correct. despite her fascination with matchmaking, she had the opposite of the midas touch when it came to relationships. almost every couple she's ever set up has ended in a messy breakup.

you knew this, but you also knew you're fairly awkward and new to romance. maybe ryujin could help as long as she didn't interfere too much. perhaps the ryujin curse was simply a reoccurring coincidence. "okay fine." you mumbled, unsure.

you saw a glint in her eyes and knew you were probably going to deeply regret this.

the next day, ryujin woke you up extra early to get breakfast. her reasoning? you needed to be properly fueled for a day full of 'man-hunting'. as you made your way to find a table to sit at, you noticed kai and taehyun sitting with another person in the corner of your eye. taehyun seemed to be too busy bickering with the third person not so subtle ref to the taehyun fic while kai was more engrossed with writing something in a journal.

before you could react, ryujin was shoving you in their direction, convincing you to sit with them. you tried refusing but she was extremely stubborn, a trait she seems to have inherited from your father.

by the time you arrived at the table, taehyun and his acquaintance looked up at the two of you puzzled. meanwhile, kai greeted you with another one of his signature bright smiles.

"kai! what a coincidence! y/n has been talking about you all morning. mind if we sit? i'm ryujin, by the way." the short-haired girl chirps, blissfully unaware of how embarrassed you are beside her.

kai doesn't seem to mind, though. simply smiling harder and motioning to the spot next to him, which you gladly take. the rest of the breakfast went by awkwardly considering the only two people who really cared to converse with one another were you and kai, but neither of you minded.

once everyone finished eating, he lightly tapped your shoulder to get your attention. "have you ever played the piano?" he inquired. you simply shook your head in response.

he looked around the table before coughing and standing up, "y/n promised me she would help me prepare for the talent show, so I think we should head out," he announced before shooting you a look.

eager, you stood up and nodded in agreement before running off with him away from the others.

once the two of you were finally out of sight, ryujin turned to taehyun. "so... tell me every and anything you know about this kai guy." she declared. rolling his eyes, the boy simply shrugged and retorted, "what do you want to know?"

"just give me the basics. is he a big 3 kid? does he have, like, superpowers? is he a player? or a virgin? and don't lie." ryujin rambled.

taehyun sighed before answering "he's a good guy. a real loverboy, and his only 'superpower' is being crazy good at composing music, which if you ask me is pretty lame. and he's not a big 3 kid, his dad is apollo."

ryujin froze. she must've misheard him. apollo? it can't be. she just set up her half-sibling with a child of APOLLO. if any of their siblings found out they'd both be dead.

"taehyun... does kai know who y/n's godly parent is?" she stammered, to which the other demigod shook his head in response. "well, it's ares." she croaked dramatically.

"so?" he responded. both ryujin and the long-forgotten camper beside him gasped. "so? the ares and apollo cabins can never mix." the stranger declared. ryujin nodded vigorously, which led to taehyun sighing once again.

"cabin feuds are immature, and i never thought you of all people would engage in them." he said, eyeing the demigod next to him, "besides, if y/n's godly parent is ares then that means so is ryujin's, so how are you 'mixing' with her right now?"

immediately, the camper shot ryujin a disgusted look and got up. "i'll see you later, taehyun." they added bitterly before speedwalking away. rolling her eyes, ryujin got up as well, leaving a baffled taehyun alone at the table. as she left the dining hall, ryujin began a desperate search for you to break the bad news.

in the meanwhile, kai had brought you back to the amphitheater, inviting you to learn how to play piano. you were pretty clumsy at first, but he walked you through it patiently.

once you were finally getting the hang of the basics, he decided he wanted to teach you one of his songs. "do you mind?" the brunette prompted as he reached for your hands.

"not at all." you breathed. he kept his fingers over yours as he guided your hands along the keys of the piano. the action felt so intimate and yet so innocent.

you couldn't help but blush at the contact, wondering if he was just as affected by it as you were. looking up, you saw that he was no longer staring at the keys but at you.

he stopped playing but his hands remained on top of yours as he inched closer. you could practically feel his breath on your face. your heart rate began to accelerate as you closed the distance between the two of you, your lips slightly grazing his.

the moment was ruined however by a crazed ryujin bursting from behind the curtains of the amphitheater, shocking the both of you and causing you to hit a loud, sour note on the piano.

"y/n. we need to talk." your half-sister squeaked, avoiding meeting kai's gaze. "can't it wait?" you huffed, visibly annoyed. "no." she deadpanned.

excusing yourself, you ripped your hands away from kai's and stood up, immediately feeling cold and desperate to run back into his embrace.

pulling ryujin aside, you stared at her unimpressed until she began talking. "y/n I don't know how to tell you this, but... he's-that guy--kai is... he's one of apollo's." she stammered, clearly exasperated.

usually, you'd be a bit taken back, but you honestly couldn't bring yourself to care. why should a petty cabin war keep you from someone you like? "this changes nothing, ryu. you're being dramatic." you grumbled.

her expression went from sympathetic to irritated within milliseconds, "y/n! what are you gonna do if the rest of the camp finds out? we don't associate with them." she sneered.

"you sound insane. he's a sweet guy and it's not like we chose our parents." you retorted. "fine. go and tell him and see how he reacts." she challenged.

you simply scoffed before turning and walking back to kai. he wouldn't care... right? you considered telling him, but with seeing how happy he looked, you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

"i, um... have to go!" you muttered, collecting your gatherings quickly, leaving behind a confused kai. as you passed ryujin on your way out she followed you, scolding "see? you couldn't even bring yourself to tell him because you know how he'll react-"

you stopped in your tracks and whipped your head around, "ryujin. you will not tell anyone about this. understand?" you warned. it's unlike you to threaten anyone, especially your own siblings but you were exceptionally angry in this situation: a petty cabin war getting in the way of your first potential romance.

ryujin simply nodded, "but you know you'll have to tell him eventually." she added, solemnly. you nodded wordlessly, accepting your fate. he'd either flip out on you or be totally cool with it but then all his siblings would flip out on him. it was a lose-lose situation and you felt hopeless.

for the next two weeks, you made a conscious effort to hide your growing relationship with kai. from constantly insisting that the two of you hung out somewhere hidden like the strawberry fields to making up excuse after excuse as to why he couldn't walk you to your cabin.

you kept your secret for nearly half a month until the day he asked you to officially be his girlfriend. you tried to enjoy the moment but your head was filled with doubt. would he still want to date you if he knew who your father was?

not only that, but you felt guilt piling up inside of you for hiding something so seemingly important from him. before you knew it, you were tearing up.

worried, he immediately rushed to console you. "if you're not ready that's perfectly fine-" he sputtered, panicking. "it's not that," you began as tears dropped onto your cheeks, "i've been keeping something from you, kai, and I'm so sorry,"

"whatever it is, I'm sure it's fine." he replied comfortingly. you shook your head, "the reason i never let you walk me to my cabin is because... because it's-"

"the ares cabin?" he guessed coolly. your jaw dropped, how did he know? he simply laughed, "I thought so after the fourth time you made me duck when another ares camper was walking by. y/n, I honestly don't care, I like you, and I want to be with you. so... will you be my girlfriend?"

overwhelmed, you practically jumped on him, the tear stains on your face now dry. "of course." you sighed, "but... won't we have to keep it a secret?" you added, worried.

"i hope not, because i was planning on dedicating my songs to you tomorrow at the talent show," he admitted sheepishly. you nearly pounced onto him again until you remembered that nearly the entire camp would be there, including your half-siblings.

"as sweet as that sounds kai... I don't think that's a good idea. how will people react?" you hated how much you sounded like ryujin at that moment, but you couldn't help but worry.

"if you don't want me to, I won't, otherwise i really don't care." he shrugged. it pained you to do so but you asked him not to, as you were still nervous about the reaction from the campers.

you knew you would have to reveal your relationship eventually as you didn't want to keep kai in hiding, but you just didn't know when the right timing would be.

but who needs timing when they have a nosy half-sister who's hiding behind a statue listening to your whole conversation?

ryujin wanted what was best for you, and she knew that this relationship would only hurt you. so she decided to hatch a plan that would prevent it from going any further.

while you were out with kai she assembled all the other ares cabin residents to discuss how to break the two of you up. your hidden relationship came as a shock to all your siblings, with most of them spewing profanities at apollo and his son upon finding out.

they ultimately decided that they would just have to sabotage his performance and find a way to put it on you. kai adores music, so why not target the thing he loves the most? the plan was cruel, but they firmly believed it was what you needed to see the reality of your situation.

when you finally found yourself back at the cabin, you could tell your siblings were acting off. however, you couldn't care less after the day you had with kai. blissfully unaware, you collapsed onto your bed, excited for the upcoming talent show and seeing your boyfriend perform.

if only you knew.

you woke up the next morning to a completely empty cabin. despite being confused initially, you brushed it off and got ready to find a seat at the talent show.

finally seated, you spotted kai standing off to the side of the stage, sending him a small wave. unbeknownst to you, your half-brother saw, scoffing and praying for the plan to work.

after an hour of the program running smoothly, you saw a large piano being rolled to the center of the stage, with kai following. excitedly, you waited to hear his set as he sat down to his instrument and adjusted his microphone.

however, once he began playing the piano the once beautiful notes came out odd-sounding and unprepared. it was evident that the piano had been tampered with, and even more evident that kai was completely shocked.

a silence loomed over the crowd until a certain section began bursting into laughter, that section being cabin #5, aka ares cabin.

you felt betrayed as you looked at your siblings giggling at kai's embarrassment, and even more so when ryujin simply smiled at you, whispering, "it's for the best."

disgusted, you looked to kai. who looked absolutely furious and wouldn't meet your eye. flickering your eyes over to the apollo cabin section, you felt their gazes hitting you and your siblings like daggers.

kai stormed off towards camp and you quickly got up and ran after him. finally catching up to him, you panted "kai wait! I had no idea, I'm so sorry."

he didn't even bother turning around before responding, "maybe they're right. it would never work out between us." he explained coldly. you felt your heart shatter as you watched him walk away.

that night, you refused to speak to any of your siblings, especially ryujin. they initially confronted you, then apologized, then begged for you to at least look their way.

you didn't care if you were being unreasonable, you were enraged. how could ryujin betray you like that? how could they all disregard your feelings? you felt hurt more than anything else.

you could barely sleep that night, only thinking of how upset kai must be. he trusted you, and all you did was prove that the ares cabin really is his biggest enemy. he'd never take you back.

you didn't have it in you to get up the next day. alternating between pretending to sleep and ignoring your siblings, you stayed in bed until 3 pm. you felt like shit and you couldn't be bothered to face anyone in the camp. that was until you heard a commotion outside the cabin door.

peeking through the blinds for your first glimpse of daylight, you saw one of your half-brothers and another camper getting into a heated argument, watching as your other siblings got into confrontations of their own with people you've never seen before.

that's when you realized that the people they were arguing with were the children of apollo.

you ran outside, not caring that you were in your pajamas with horrible morning breath and bed hair. all you cared about was where kai was in all this mess.

you spotted him trying to break up a fight between ryujin and the camper you saw before sitting with taehyun and kai.

"kai! what's going on?" you yelled over all the noise. you watched his face soften for a moment when he saw you just to turn into a scowl, "i'm not sure." he responded distantly.

you attempted to calm down ryujin as kai did the same with his sibling until you heard a loud smack.

it was complete silence as the campers tried to comprehend what just happened. after about thirty seconds of stillness, the campers began going back to fighting, except this time with much more violence. it didn't take long before mr. d and chiron showed up frantically trying to break up the students.

once the dust had settled, the two adults sat the restless demigods down and scolded them for what felt like an eternity. "what started this all? I know you've had some... issues for a while now but why today?" the centaur finally asked.

kai quickly glanced at you, which you only noticed because you had been staring at him for the entirety of the time you were getting reprimanded.

to everyone's surprise, ryujin spoke up first, "i found out that one of my siblings and someone from the apollo cabin were... seeing each other."

gasps erupted among the apollo kids as kai hung his head low. "i told my siblings and we decided to ruin the talent show for them. it was purely out of pettiness and hatred for people i've never even spoken to. i now realize how immature it was and I'm deeply sorry." she looked at you during the last portion of her speech.

you wanted to forgive her, after all she's your sister. but she's also the reason kai still won't acknowledge you.

the next thing you know, campers one by one admitted the ways they had wronged the other side and apologized, sincerely. like that one scene from mean girls.

you felt like you had something to get off your chest as well, and you couldn't keep it in anymore, "i was the one 'seeing' someone from the apollo cabin," you started.

another round of gasps.

"and that's not what I want to apologize for. i handled it horribly. trying to keep it a secret from everyone, including my own siblings and closest friends. I shouldn't have hid it. I'm truly so, so sorry." you professed.

you saw the corner of kai's lips slightly go up, and that's all you needed to feel content. mr. d wrapped the mini-therapy session up and the demigods on both sides swore to end this feud once and for all.

you decided to forgive ryujin and your siblings but you would be lying if you said you were over it all, especially because you couldn't even bring yourself to initiate a conversation with kai.

luckily for you, he approached you first. "i accept your apology... and i'm sorry for being so rude earlier," he faltered.

you were about to respond when he began speaking again, "I'm not sure how we got into this mess but, i want a do-over. do you think we could do that?" he asked with his signature smile. how could you say no?

"yes." you beamed, extending a hand. "i'm y/n, daughter of ares. and you are?"

"kai." he replied, "son of apollo."

"okay, kai, son of apollo. will you go out with me?" you asked, half-jokingly.

"i would love that."

#txt #txt fluff #txt imagines #txt scenarios #kpop scenario #txt reactions #hueningkai #hueningkai x reader #hueningkai scenarios #Percy jackson #pjo

[jtl-fics]

Fusion Dance:

FF in the zombie apocalypse

Fluent Freshman AU | Unusual Fic Asks

I need you to understand what this has done to me. 1. I didn't think anyone was going to ask about FF for some reason and 2. The concept of FF in the apocalypse is so funny to me because I write a lot of him based off of me and I have ALWAYS told anyone who asks that if an apocalypse happens I am not the plucky young lass doing whatever it takes to survive type. (Like I get word that One Piece is cancelled because Oda got eaten it's like 'ok I gotta go ask that man some QUESTIONS in the after life' and I'm OUT. I just don't have that drive in me!)

BUT FF is that kind of guy.

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FF had been ready for the end of the world for ages. He'd felt the world quake and tear itself apart plenty of times. The first time had been after the car accident. The second time had been when he realized his mother wasn't going to stand up for him. The third was when she said "I do" to a man who hadn't made it a secret what he thought about FF.

The end of the world kept happening for him, so it was almost bizarre when finally everyone else agreed that it had happened.

He didn't really pay attention to the news, only to the increasing anxiety around campus as more and more infections occurred and there were talks about locking down the campus. His anxiety ramped higher and higher until he found himself in a state that he hated. A state where it was all so much that he lost the ability to feel anything at all.

The numbers kept climbing, the infections growing closer, and FF couldn't calm down enough to feel anything.

Then a Palmetto student was bitten and weirder it was someone he had known if only because they played on the same team.

He dodged out of the way of Jack's open mouth as he heard Sheena scream. His senses for an unexpected back attack had been heightened from years of dealing with his step brothers and further from the mindless bloodlust of Black Friday shoppers.

Jack lunged for him again.

"No cure - 100% fatal at biting stage" flashed on the TV in the lounge yesterday. "Self-Defense Recommended" the news anchor said numerous times.

He couldn't bring himself to do it though.

Aaron walked into the hallway and Jack's attention turned. He lunged mouth open and-

FF found the courage to swing down his Racquet.

Sheena just kept screaming as she ran out of the hallway.

Aaron looked shocked looking between FF and Jack on the ground.

"The infection has hit Palmetto." FF says with a deep breath trying not to feel sick, "I'm not staying on campus." he says wondering how many more students had broken quarantine like Jack.

"Where are you planning to go?" Aaron asks giving Jack's body a wide berth as he stepped around it.

"My grandma lives in Washington State. It's pretty rural. I'll go there." He says because she's stood by him through every other end of the world. If this is the one that takes then he wants to be sitting next to her.

"Sounds better than sitting here." Aaron says with a shrug and FF could see that he was shaking from what he'd just seen.

"I'm sorry you had to see that." FF says because he knows what Aaron had done to protect his brother. Aaron looks at him with wide eyes, "He was past the point where he might have been saved. We can't hesitate." he says because that's what the news anchor had said.

Aaron takes a long and shaking breath and nods.

FF nods back to him before turning and heading in the opposite direction of the exit that Sheena had run towards. He heard Aaron's footsteps following him, well this is embarrassing that they're going the same way.

"Where are you going now?" Aaron asks.

"CVS." FF answers.

"Smart, medical supplies." Aaron agrees.

Oh, that is also a good plan. FF was just planning on taking a shopping basket and knocking every last bottle of Pepto Bismol into it. "Yes." he says.

"I'll text Andrew." Aaron says and for the love of god FF did not know what he would be texting him. "Hey, thanks...for uh...saving me." he says.

They haven't decided how to charge people quite yet for the Infection self-defense cases.

"Don't mention it." he says and honestly wishes he could tell Sheena the same.

#Fluent Freshman AU #Fluent Freshman Zombie AU #AFTG AU #AFTG OC #Zombie Apocalypse AU #Aaron Minyard #Redacted Smith #This space was a lot more fun than I thought it was gonna be #Yes Aaron does think that FF is a cool dude who can handle his own shit #Yes we know Aaron is wrong #This happens before FF has become friends with Nicky but after the Russian incident #Yes this is about to be a roadtrip to pick up the Foxes who graduated #Also friends and family #All to end up at GS' place #where she has established a COMMUNE #Fun thought but Zombie AUs aren't really my deal so I'm not continuing it

[imagininghim]

Not on my watch

A/N: okayyyyy so I don't nor have I ever played COD before so I don't know Ghost's background or story but I have read so many fan fictions that I thought I'd give it a try!

I watched the episode of Rick and Morty where Morty gets assaulted by a Jellybean, and when I seen the part where Rick takes notice of what happened (see pic below for reference) I couldn't help but think what if Rick was Ghost and Morty was the reader. So long story short, here is a lil story based off a somewhat similar concept!

Trigger warnings: swearing, violence, drug/alcohol use, mentions of a shitty abusive ex boyfriend, and somewhat assault (non-consenting waist/wrist grabbing).

Protective!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

This has NOT been proofread.

This might be shit but I still hope you enjoy!

Like, reblog, and follow!

"For the love of god woman! Will you hurry it up!" Soap yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

"I will be down in just a minute!" I responded which in return resulted in Soap groaning. Slipping on my heels and touching up my makeup, I made one last glance in the mirror before making my way downstairs. "Alright, I'm ready!" The boys turned around to face me, whistling as they laid their eyes on me.

"Well, hello sexy mama!" Soap yelled off, followed by a wolf whistle.

"Keep it in your pants, I'm not interested." Looking over, I seen Ghost looking me up and down, I gave him a smirk and a wink in response while he just stared back.

"Let's go already!" Soap sang, wrapping his arm around my shoulders as we all made our way to the door.

Once we made it to the club, the boys and I headed for a booth in the far back.

"Alright, first round is on (Y/N)!" Soap announced taking a seat, pushing further into the booth so I could take a seat, I spoke up.

"Oh how sweet of you to offer," I began sarcastically. "What does everyone want?" I questioned looking between them.

"I'll take a jack and coke." Soap began, scoping out the crowd. "But first, move. I see some pretty ladies that could use my company." Nearly pushing me out of the boot, I stood up and let him out.

"Make that two." Ghost added, staring at me. I nodded with a smile before making my way to the bar.

"Hey, can I get three jack and cokes!" I yelled over the loud music to the bartender. I stood and waited at the bar for my drinks when I felt someone press up behind me.

"Funny seeing you, here." I immediately felt my heart stop and a cold shiver run down my spine when I heard his voice. Forgetting my drinks, I attempted to make my way from the bar until I felt a tight grip on my waist. "Not so fast, where do you think you're going?" He questioned as the bartender returned with my drinks. I looked at the bartender with a small smile before reaching into my purse to grab some cash to pay.

"Let go of me." I uttered out through gritted teeth, trying to not cause a scene. Leaning down, he pushed my hair off my shoulder and lowered his lips to my ear.

"Oh no, baby girl. I didn't that once before and I lost you. I won't be doing it again." I frantically looked around, to see if I could catch someone's attention, to show I needed help but in a packed club, I learned I was utterly alone.

"Please, you don't have to do this. Just let me go and we'll forget it ever happened." I felt his grip tighten more, there would be bruises left as a reminder of him.

"Forget what? How you ran away? Off to work on some military base and whore yourself out to anybody who would give you a second glance." I felt tears forming in my eyes,

"It's not like that, I left because I had too. I left for work." I stated, continuing to scope the crowd for a glimpse of Soap or someone that could help.

"I saw those two guys you walked in with, did you whore yourself out to them? Huh?" Before I could respond, the bartender returned with my drinks. Reaching down into my purse, I pulled out some cash and paid the tab. "Buying drinks for them? What a good little whore you are." Tears streamed down my face.

"Please, just leave me alone. I won't say anything, just let me go." This time he chuckled while beginning to stand up.

"Not a chance, now that I got a hold of you." He pulled me into him, letting of my waist to take ahold of my wrist, "I'm never letting you go." As soon as he let go of my waist, I took a hold of one of the jack and cokes and threw it into his face, I took this as my chance to make a run for it. I spotted Ghost alone at a far booth in the corner and I made it my mission to reach him. Sprinting through the crowd, tears streamed down my face as I reach him.

"(Y/N), where wer-. What's wrong? What happened?" His voice was full of concern as I took a hold of his arm and held on.

"Please, take me home. Please, Simon, please." I begged, my voice cracking more and more with each word until I was full on sobbing into his chest. I felt him wrap an arm around my waist and pull me in closer, he didn't speak. It wasn't until I heard footsteps approaching and the sound of Soap's voice filling my ears and breaking the silence.

"What happened? Is she alright?" But he didn't respond, instead he stood up and passed me over to Soap.

"Take her home, now." Simon spoke with a firm tone.

"Okay, but where are you going?" I glanced up from Soap's arms to see Ghost staring back at me.

"To take care of some business. Now, get her home. That's an order." And with that Ghost turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd. I turned back around, and follow Soap out of the club and into a cab.

Later that night, Soap passed out in his room and I stayed on the couch waiting of Ghost to return. It was around two am when the sound of the door handle startled me out of my thoughts.

"Simon?" I looked up to see his tall muscular frame, pushing the door closed.

"(Y/N), what are you still doing up?" He questioned, making his way to the couch and taking a seat. The skull masked covered half of his face but the dim light from the TV illuminated his blue eyes. Trailing my eyes further down his frame, I took notice of his busted and bleeding knuckles.

"Oh my god, what happened to you?" I questioned, ignoring his question and standing up to kneel in front of him to get a better look at his hands.

"Nothing, you need to worry about." He said reaching down to take ahold of my waist to help me up. I winced at the pressure from his hands, to which he took note of. "What's wrong?" He questioned, once I stood up.

"Nothing, now tell me what happened." I stated, reaching for his hands but before I could, he reached up and lifted up my shirt revealing the bruises left behind by (Y/E/N).

"Did he do this to you?" I looked away from him, pushing my shirt down.

"It's okay, I need to worry about you." Ghost stood up and took a hold of my face between his hands.

"(Y/N)." I let out a sigh.

"Yes." I looked up to see his bright blue eyes staring back at me.

"I promise, he will never lay a hand on you again." Without questioning him further and putting two and two together, I nodded in response. Staring back at Ghost, I watched his eyes glance at my lips before back at me.

Taking the initiative I leaned in.

#simon ghost riley smut #simon riley x you #ghost #ghost cod #soap cod #soap call of duty #ghost call of duty #imagine #ghost x reader #Simon ghost Riley imagine #fanfic #call of duty #cod #like #reblog #follow

[m-jelly]

@kenkopanda-art <3

Possessive

Pairing: gangster/mafia Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: AU, fluff, romance, being a couple, has Levi POV, possessive Levi, suggestive themes, teasing, spanking, kissing, playful biting.

Concept: While doing a visit at a club he runs before they open for the day, he notices you giggling and laughing at the barman. Levi lets his possessiveness of you take over. He picks you up and carries you to his office at the club and dominates you.

Taglist: @levisbrat25 @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @li-anne @nyxiieluna @notgoodforlife @galactict3a @2moth-anon2 @nbinairyn @thebobaprincess @youre-ackermine @demonsimp6

Why won't they stop talking? This is more annoying than not being able to shit for a month. Tch, come on! I need to spend time with my darling little bunny.

Levi pulled his gaze from the man talking to him.

Where has she hopped off to? Where are you little bun bun? I need to cuddle and nibble you.

Levi's steel eyes landed on you as you leaned on the bar talking to the barman and giggling away as he smirked at you.

What in the fuck!? Who does he think he is making MY girl laugh and smile? I should rip him apart. She's mine, all mine. How dare you try to take what is mine? She's adorable, cute, and sexy, and all mine.

Levi stormed over to you as he eyed your behind.

Fuck, look at her cute bum in that skirt. I can see her lace underwear peeking. Mm, I bet she's still full from his morning. God, I loved this morning. I adored making love to her. She's so cute and sexy.

He placed his hand on your behind. "Bunny?"

You gazed at him with your bright and beautiful eyes with a cute smile on your face. "Hey, bear."

Levi stared at your chest.

Her cleavage is big while she's leaning on the bar. Is she doing this on purpose? This barman has a great view. Maybe it was by accident and she's just so innocent. She's always been unaware of how stunning she is.

He sighed as he gripped your soft behind.

Mm, so soft and perfect. I want to spank her, but I can't. Not here. Wait...he's still staring at her. He knows who I am and who she is to me. Why is he still fucking staring? She. Is. Mine!

You squealed when Levi picked you up. "Levi!" You squeak when he put you over his shoulder. "Levi!" You tried to push yourself up, but you couldn't. "Bear!"

I have to remind her who she belongs to. She is mine. She is my bunny. She is the love of my life. She is my everything. I want to marry her. I want a family with her. She's the only woman I've ever loved. I can't lose her.

He shoved his office door open before slamming it shut behind him. He dropped you onto your feet and stared at you.

You mewled at Levi and backed up toward the wall as he stalked closer. "Bear?"

She looks so cute like this. I just want to tease her all the time. I love how adorable she can be. I have to get her moaning and shivering under me.

You gulped hard as your back hit the wall, but Levi kept moving towards you. "Levi? I'm a good little bunny, right?"

Levi leaned his arm against the wall above your head and lowered his head down towards you. He held back a smirk when you shivered.

Look at her. She's so fucking cute like this. I have to keep this up. I love teasing her. She reacts so perfectly. I love it because I can see just how much she loves and wants me.

He let out a long sigh. "Bunny."

You nibbled your lip and looked through your lashes at Levi making his heart race. "Levi?"

He reached up and gripped your neck.

Look at her. The way she moans at me lightly gripping her neck. She's divine. She's perfection. She's my goddess. I worship her and the ground she walks on. Fuck, I want to kiss her, bite her and ravage her.

"Naughty bunny was flirting with a barman. Is he the kind of man you want now?"

I know you don't want him and only want me, but I can't help myself. I love seeing you bite back and get all cute with me. Oh look, you're gripping my shirt and giving me those cute doe eyes. God, I love you.

You gripped his shirt tightly. "No. I only want you. You're the only one for me, Levi. I love you."

"Say those three words again."

You moaned. "I love you."

I want her to say that as often as possible. She's so perfect when she says it. Now I want to kiss her so badly. Look at those lush lips of hers.

He smiled. "Good bunny. I love you too. I'm the only person who truly loves you. I deeply love you."

He kissed you and hummed in delight. He nipped your lip and pushed his tongue into your mouth. He moaned in response at how hot and warm you were. He pressed his body against yours. He dragged his hand down from your neck to your hip and squeezed a little. His other hand tangled into your hair.

I wish I could kiss her all day long. Her mouth is so hot and warm. Mm, I love her so much. I love kissing her. I want to keep kissing her, but I have to punish her a little. Bite. I gotta bite her. Bite. BITE.

He pulled back from your lips before attacking your neck. He bit and sucked your skin making you cling to him and moan. He loved marking you and leaving lovebites all over your pretty body.

He released your neck and took you in. He smiled at your parted lips, hooded eyes and your soft panting.

She's divine. Look at her. I can't believe she is all mine. The way she mewls and pants like that after I nibble her. Now I have to make her moan more. Maybe I should punish her? Oh, spanking. I love spanking her so much.

"You still need a bit of punishing for giggling and laughing so much at another man." He held your chin. "Should I punish you?"

Your eyes sparkled in delight. "S...s...spanking!?" You held back squeals of delight. "Spank me. I need to be spanked."

Levi held your upper arm and led you to his desk. "Bend over my desk."

You threw yourself at Levi's desk. "Yes, Levi." You wiggled your bum for him. "Or shall I call you sir?"

Levi pushed your skirt up a bit and exposed your lace-covered behind. "Mm, the choices." He ran his hand over your bum.

So soft, so plump, so warm and all mine.

He played with your underwear.

Fuck, she looks so good. Now, what do I get her to call me? I do like Mr. Ackerman...or maybe sir?

He squeezed your ass hard. "Call me Mr. Ackerman."

You purred. "Yes, Mr. Ackerman."

"Good girl." He spanked you hard and enjoyed the clap of his hand against your cheeks. He smirked at your moan of pleasure. "Who do you belong to?"

"You, Mr. Ackerman."

Smack.

"Who does your heart belong to?"

"You, Mr. Ackerman."

Smack.

"Who makes love to you just the way you need and want it?"

"You, Mr. Ackerman."

Smack.

Look at how her ass jiggles. Look how she moans for me. Shit, I'm getting hard. I have to hold back. She needs to be punished and teased longer. I can see she's soaking her panties right now.

Levi slipped his thumb under your panties just above your pussy and pulled to see your pussy lips wrap around the lace-thin strip of fabric. He felt his hunger build up at seeing how soaking wet you were for him. He wanted nothing more than to sink his erection deep into you.

Oh, sweet fuck. She's soaking wet and desperate for me. I can't give in. I have to keep teasing. I need to keep teasing, but I want to fuck her so badly. I want to mate with her. I want to fill her with my cum all over again. I have to resist. She needs more spanks and then she has to wait like a good girl for us to get home.

Levi released your underwear and then spanked again. "Who's cum do you need always inside you?"

"Yours, Mr. Ackerman. I always need you."

He spanked you close to your pussy and chuckled when you moaned.

He leaned over you. "Tell me where you need it."

You blushed hard. "Le-Levi..."

"Ah, ah, ah. What do you call me?"

"Mr. Ackerman."

He lightly patted your pussy. "Good bunny. Now, tell me. Where do you need my cum?"

You shifted your hips. "M-My pussy, Mr. Ackerman."

"What a good bunny you are." He rubbed your clothed pussy making you moan. "So good." He pulled his hand away and looked at your arousal on his fingers. "What a delicious meal." He licked them clean and sighed. "I think you've learned your lesson."

You turned around and sat on Levi's desk. "So mean."

Look at her little pout. She's so adorable. I've got to get her home now and ravage her.

Levi parted your thighs before slamming his pelvis against yours making you gasp. "I think we should head home, don't you?"

You nodded. "Y-Yes."

Levi tilted his head and kissed you. "Come, little bunny, let us head home then."

#jelly fanfics #suggestive themes #aot levi #levi ackerman #aot fanfiction #levi fanfiction #levi x y/n #levi x reader #fanfic #levi x you #levi aot #levi #levi attack on titan #snk levi #captain levi #levi heichou #mafia levi #captain levi x reader #captain levi x you #levi x yn #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #captain levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x female reader #levi ackerman x y/n #levi ackerman attack on titan

[shina913]

On Tilt, Part 2 | KNJ

On Tilt, Part 2

Definition: a poker term for a state of mental or emotional confusion or frustration in which a player adopts a suboptimal strategy, usually resulting in the player becoming overly aggressive.

On Tilt Masterlist

Pairing: Namjoon x Fem!Reader

Rating: M 🔞

Genre: idol!AU; strangers-to-FWB-to-lovers; toxic relationship; angst; fluff; smut

Warnings: unhealthy/toxic relationship dynamic; cussing; pining; unrequited love; vulnerable confessions

Summary: You’ve said time and time again that you wouldn’t lose yourself to him. You were in control now. You were going to make better choices. For a minute there, you were able to keep up with it. It wasn’t ‘til Namjoon’s extended break that you found yourself falling into old habits. Will you ever learn to quit Kim Namjoon?

Word count: 3.3K words

A/N: You'll need to read Part 2.1 as I make some references to past conversations there. This chapter is pretty SFW. I don't go into the timeline specifics too much (in case I lose track and it bites me in the ass in future chapters 😂) but, let's just say Joon and OC have known each other for at least 5ish years. They've gone through this whole back-and-forth thing for a while so...it's shit-or-get-off-the-pot time!

“What about next week?"

“No, Namjoon.”

He grumbled on the other line. “How come? I can fit you in—“

“I don’t want you to fit me in.” You interject, not bothering to hide your exasperation.

“Well…how much time do you need?”

With a growl, you snapped into the phone. “As long as I want!”

“C’mon, you’re not being fair.” His tone was accusatory and a little whiny. It only agitated you further.

“Oh, and you are?”

That shut him up for a few seconds. Then, you hear a familiar creak in the background…it was the sound his chair made whenever he reclined it at the studio.

His voice softened. “Can I please just see you so that we can talk about this?”

“No,” you say decisively. “I need time to think and clear my head. In order to do that, I need a break from you, Namjoon.”

******

You told Lani about your much-needed Namjoon hiatus. You felt as if you were losing control again. You were back to setting expectations and getting disappointed and you couldn't help it.

“I thought you said you guys were back to…I don’t know…just having sex?”

You sighed deeply. “I just wanted to keep it simple. Now, he says things like, he wants to take me away for a weekend by the coast…alone.”

Lani snorted. “Welp…it’s not like that’s not happening anyway.”

“I know that,” you sighed again. “Is it bad I feel guilty for pushing him away?”

She smiled softly at you. “YN…you and Namjoon…I don’t think I can ever imagine a scenario where you guys don’t end up together.”

You scoffed and picked at your cuticles. “Jia would beg to differ,” you muttered.

Lani rolled her eyes at you. “Jia has her own opinions about Namjoon. She’s never seen how you guys started out. She’s never seen the friendship you had…and that bond.”

You and Jia met while you were interns at the same company. You and Namjoon had been sleeping around for a year at that point.

You cleared your throat. “Yeah…I remember she found it really strange that Namjoon and I would just meet up, sleep together, and then hang out like nothing happened.”

She laughed. “But that’s how you guys are. Jia has a whole concept of what a proper relationship should be…what normal dating looks like; true love and soulmates. I swear to god, those romance novels that she reads are getting to her head.”

You fell silent for a bit. Although, Jia made a fair point when it came to her thoughts about dating. She’s all about commitment, monogamy, having a clear set of rules…and love. There had to be love or a potential for it. Otherwise, it’s a waste of time.

“She cares, though.”

“Oh, I know,” Lani agreed. “We just want you to be happy, YN. She thinks you’d be happier without Namjoon since he’s so flaky.”

“And what do you think?”

Lani propped her elbow on the back of the couch and leaned her head against her hand. “In my opinion, I think that you and Namjoon want the same thing but you’re both scared to take a chance. But…what Jia and I think don’t really matter. At the end of that day, it’s what you want and your choice.”

She stares you down silently where you sat on the couch.

After a beat, you swallow the lump in your throat. “I love him, Lani…fuck.” As soon as the words left your mouth, you threw your head backwards, holding back tears. You’d been in denial for so long.

She scoots closer, pulling you into a tight hug. You rest your chin on her shoulder. “I know. I’ve known for a while,” she says softly. “Took you long enough to say it.”

When you pull away from her, your shoulders slump. “I don’t know what to do. I want him but…everything’s just so complicated.”

She then looked at you sternly. “If you want him, tell him that. And I sure as hell know that he wants you, too. I honestly don’t know why he’s being so cagey about it.”

Namjoon always played his cards close to his chest. One way or another, you’d get him to reveal his hand. It was time to sweeten the pot and hope that your gamble will pay off.

******

“Uhm–a-are you gonna get that?” Your client awkwardly asks.

Your eyes momentarily drift to your phone that keeps blinking from several incoming calls that you’ve been rejecting.

It was Namjoon. Again. He wasn’t deterred by the ‘do not disturb’ notification that had you blocking calls and texts from him.

He gave you space…it lasted…all but two days before he cracked.

“Nope,” you respond, picking up your phone and shoving it in your top drawer to avoid any more distractions. “Sorry about that. I should have done that in the beginning.”

He chuckled. “Looks like somebody needs to get a hold of you desperately…” Then they look around your office, which currently contained five different arrangements of gardenias, including a potted one. “Or…they messed up big time. Besides, isn’t it a little too cold for these to be in season?”

You responded with a tight smile, guessing that Namjoon found some obscure nursery that had temperature-controlled greenhouses. “Someone’s just very grateful for the book advance that they received from us,” you lied.

“Ah,” your client mouthed. “Would I be getting that same deal?” He asks hopefully.

Before you could answer, the office assistant, Emily, knocks at your door. You look up to find her with another vase of gardenias in her hands.

“Hey, YN. I’m so sorry to interrupt. These came in for you.”

You apologized again to your client for the interruption then walked over to your door to take the vase. You plucked the card out of the arrangement and flipped the top to read it. It only contained one word–’Please.’ With a huff, you set the vase next to one that you already had on one of your shelves.

You thanked Emily and returned to your desk, choosing to focus on finishing up this contract negotiation rather than allowing yourself to be distracted by the heavenly scent that currently surrounded your office.

******

Namjoon had stopped calling after that last gardenia delivery. You got through the rest of the afternoon at work without a hitch and headed straight home after your meetings. When you get out of your car, you find a familiar black SUV by the curb.

Just when you thought you were home safe. You curse under your breath.

You hit the ‘lock’ button on your key fob and proceeded to walk up to your building’s entrance. As you close in, the passenger side door opens and out steps Namjoon. He was dressed casually, in oversized jeans and a lived-in sweatshirt that had the hood pulled all the way down to where it stopped right above his eyebrows.

“YN–”

“What are you doing here?”

“Can we…can we please talk inside?”

You weren’t ready yet. You had a half-baked plan in your head and you didn’t want to fuck this up. “Namjoon, I really—“

“Please?” He looked around your block to make sure that the coast was clear. “Or–we can talk in the car? I can tell hyung to give us some privacy,” he says, referring to his driver.

You sighed. Lani was spending the weekend at her parents’ on account of her baby niece’s first birthday. Suddenly, you wished that she was here so you’d have an excuse to make him leave.

Instead, you relent and you take the elevator up to your apartment.

You tossed your coat and keys on the couch but left your heels on. You never thought you’d find Namjoon standing in the middle of your living room again. You purposely didn’t bring him to your building anymore in case some crazy fan takes a snap and posts it all over social media.

You stood facing each other–him, closer to the doorway and you, by the couch. You crossed your arms over your chest and waited for him to speak.

“Okay—you wanted to talk. So…talk,” you say with a hint of impatience.

He opened his mouth briefly but shut it again to gnaw at his bottom lip, looking conflicted as to how he should start this conversation.

Finally, he cleared his throat. “I’m sorry about what happened last weekend. It’s just that one of my producers called to tell me that this artist whom I’ve been dying to work with was in town and had a small window…It was such a huge opportunity and I…” he stopped mid-sentence. “Look, I’m really sorry that I had to cancel on you. Could we—“

It was the same tune, each and every time. You shook your head.

“You don’t have to explain it to me. That’s your job. You work odd hours, all hours–and you love it.” You sounded resigned. He always proclaimed how much he loved music and that he was living his dreams.

He shifts his weight on his feet. “Did you get my flowers?”

You rolled your eyes at the subject change. “Yes, but you didn’t have to go overboard and make my office look like a whole botanical garden.”

“Because you haven’t taken my calls or answered my texts. What was I supposed to do?”

You shrugged. “Go about your life like you normally do? I don’t know!” You stare at each other silently for a few beats before you let out a heavy sigh and grip your forehead, a migraine building up. “Look…can we just do this some other time? I’ve had a really long day–”

“So have I, but at least I was grown up enough to pick up the phone,” he retorts.

You scoffed at him. “Don’t start that shit with me, Kim Namjoon!” Your pulse rose along with your voice. “What part of ‘I need time to think’ didn’t you understand? Your response to that was disrupting my work week with your nonstop calls. And the flowers–” you groaned, regretting telling him that they were your favorite. “Now here you are, showing up unannounced at my place–”

“I needed to talk to you, YN! I wanted to make sure that we were okay.”

“‘Okay?’” You repeated with a sharp edge in your voice. You chuckle bitterly. “Namjoon, this isn’t exactly new for us. You live on airplanes and hotels for months at a time. And then you come back to town, hit me up, we fuck…” You throw your hands up then drop them to your sides. “After we’ve had our fun, we’re back in that same cycle.”

Years ago, you struggled with that. Were you lovers? Were you in a relationship? What were you to him? What was he to you?

“What are we doing?”

Your question seems to take him aback. “W-what?”

“What are we doing? What is…what is this?”

“We’re…” he stops, his mouth partially open, as if there was something that desperately wanted to jump off the tip of his tongue…but he just held it there. “We’re f-friends. Really good friends.”

You swallow dryly. “It might have started off that way. And sure that was all fun…when we were younger. But we’re way past that, don’t you think?”

He stared at you blankly as he let your words sink in.

You lifted a shoulder. “For years, we’ve done this whole dance. Are we or are we not in a relationship? We always table that conversation. But you know what? I’m really getting tired of it.”

You see his eyebrows crease from beneath the shadow of his hood.

“W-wait…? Tired? What do you…what are you saying?”

This was much easier the first time. You were dating someone else and it had the potential to grow into something more. You had a backup plan then. Not this time. There was no one waiting in the wings. No safety net.

It was just you and him.

“I’m saying that…” you sighed deeply, knowing that this could change things between you two. After taking some time to think about it, you’d made up your mind. You square your shoulders, straighten your stance, and look him straight in the eye. “I want more, Namjoon.”

He regarded you intently. You see his facial expression change, his jaw ticking furiously. It’s not like he didn’t want to give you more. But things were complicated…and this whole time you gave him an out for that.

After thinking about it, you decide—not anymore. You knew that he was capable of giving you more but you didn’t know why he was holding back.

It wasn’t the band or management. It was something else and you were determined to find out what that was.

He scrambles for an explanation. “The extended break is going to give us more time together. I’ll try to work on that, I promise.”

“I don’t want you to ‘try’. I want you to want to do it. Because if you can’t…or won’t…then we need to end this now.”

Panic spread throughout his face. He pulled off his hood, making his hair flop over his forehead and took two strides to close the gap between you. He placed his hands on your arms.

“Look…don’t…don’t end this, please. Please, YN…”

“Why shouldn’t I? Give me a reason.”

You awaited his answer but he seemed to struggle with his words. You shrug off his hold and turn around to walk into your kitchen. You grabbed a glass from the cabinet and pulled out the bottle of vodka that Lani kept in the freezer and poured yourself a shot, which you downed swiftly.

You turned to face him again to find him standing behind you. “Do you ever think about the future, Namjoon?”

You were met with silence again.

“Because I do.” You felt your nose sting. “I used to not care so much about it years ago but I’ve thought about it recently. A lot, actually. I picture myself a year or two from now. What I’d like to be doing…and who I want to be with.” You sniffled, in an effort to keep the tears at bay.

“Do you think about things like that?” Your chest rose and fell, your anxious breaths filling the silence in between.

“All the time,” he answered confidently.

“Really?” You watched him take careful steps towards you. He takes the bottle and pushes it into the far corner of the kitchen counter, away from you.

“Yes. I’ve always thought about the future…” He gently reaches for your hand to rest it on his chest. “And how much I really want you to be part of it.”

You sighed. “That’s not enough to make me stay.”

“I know.”

“So, how? How can I be part of this future when you won’t meet me in the middle?”

His grip tightened around your hand. “I’ve been unfair to you. Somehow, I always felt like you’d always be around and–that was stupid of me to assume…especially…that first time.” The first time you ended things.

“We needed some time to grow. I needed time to grow and I just felt like…I was stuck since I didn’t know what my place was in your life.”

“And I never meant to make you feel that way…that I hold you back.” He added immediately. “That’s why…” he sighed heavily. “That's why I didn’t really say anything before.”

Your mouth drops slightly as realization sets in. That was why he stepped aside. You thought that he didn’t care because he let you go so easily.

“You let me get away with half-assing things with you when I really should have been putting in the same effort…or more. It’s what you deserve.” His eyes flicked downwards and he hung his head.

“Hey, look at me,” you demanded. He lifted his head. “From now on, I want us to have an open and honest conversation about this relationship. I’m done with your whole spiel of, ‘I don’t want to define this because it adds undue pressure’ and all that bullshit. If you want me to stay, I want you to tell me…” you tilted your chin up. “Give me a reason,” you punctuate each word, repeating your earlier question to him.

The corners of his lips twitched. “You want to hear me say it?”

You didn’t flinch. “I do.”

“You want me to say how I’ve felt about you all this time?”

“Yes, damn it! Tell me!”

“Alright,” he says after a beat.

His chest lifted, releasing a sharp breath. “You matter to me, YN. You are,” he moistened his lips, “…one of the most important people in my life, if not the most important. And that’s not just a superlative,” he quickly added.

“The reason I’ve avoided the conversation is because…what I feel for you is so strong that it scares me, honestly. So I thought, if I didn’t define this…the stakes would be lower and maybe…it’s less likely that I’ll fuck this up.” His lips twisted wryly. “That worked out great, didn’t it?” He says sarcastically.

He exhaled again and raked his fingers through his hair. “Do you remember, years ago? When you first asked me what this whole thing was between us?”

You nodded.

“I meant what I said that night, years ago…that I didn’t want to disappoint you. But I did and that’s why you pulled away. You were right to do it. I was struggling to find a balance and I didn’t want to drag you down with me. After I thought about it more, I realized that if I ever got another chance with you, I promised that I would work my ass off to keep you in my life.”

Now it was your turn to be speechless. You’d told him as much the first time you ended things. You didn’t want to keep filling those gaps that he left.

You weren’t that young, bright-eyed university girl anymore. You were more experienced now and practical. Was it really going to be that easy for him? You couldn’t help but be slightly skeptical.

“What about your career? Don’t you need to focus on your solo album?”

“I do…but I will find a way to figure things out for us. I’ll talk to management and since the members and I are taking a break from group schedules, I only have myself and my own work to consider. I’m sure they’ll allow me that privilege after all the years I’ve given to the group, to the company…not to mention all of the money I helped bring in,” he finishes smugly.

So, was this it? Was he really going to try this time?

“The group, my album, my career…those are all important to me. But you are, too–on a whole different level. I don’t want to lose you again and I will do everything that I can to keep you.” He kept his gaze at you then let out a nervous breath, “As long as you haven’t fully given up on me yet? Can I please get another chance to make things right with you?”

You were apprehensive, but this was more than he had ever given you before. Much more.

It was enough to reassure you. You nodded softly. “Okay,” you agree cautiously.

His mouth curved into the biggest smile ever. The joy in it could only be described as the look a kid would have as they walked into a room full of presents on their birthday.

In his excitement, he dipped his head to kiss you but you immediately put your fingers over his lips and tilted away from him.

“Nah-uh!” you tutted. “Not so fast, Kim! You’ve got to work for it first. You said so yourself!”

His dimples deepened as his lips moved against your fingertips. “Oh, you know I will,” he said before he nipped at them.

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(The story is set in Rome, a week and a half since they landed. All the deets in the book abt Henry's irritation w Bunny are relevant. To start off, they went to a boutique Bun really wanted to visit :3) Anyway, nsfw below! I tried! I'm so sick bcs of my meds rn but this ask for some reason has been haunting me (jk) anyway it was an interesting concept (the concept: bunny rides henry) and i wanted to write it so lets go :3 Request: Winterbunny smut Words: 2953

At the store, Henry’s patience was tested once again.

He bought Bunny two Italian suits and they’d cost him another fortune. But as long as Bunny was happy, right? (Wrong.). But now that Bunny was happy (and this would not last long, Henry knew), his glee turned him even more talkative than he'd been all week, which was really saying something. And it meant that now, he was fantasizing about getting even more things. When they returned to the palazzo, Bunny was buzzing with energy. On the other hand was Henry, utterly miserable and sapped of his energy and of his will to live.

He wasn't at all prepared for a chatty, excited Bunny when they got home. Henry just wanted to rest. He wanted to eat some dinner and maybe read some Homer. He was exhausted. He didn't want to spend time chit-chatting with Bunny, so he went to his room and bothered only with his coat– dropping it blindly into the seat beside his bed, and then he laid down with a groan.

In not even an instant, Bunny was beside him, excitedly yapping his head off, not even pausing for a damn breath.

Henry of course couldn't even sleep because Bunny was now in his ear, babbling a mile a minute.

He tried to ignore him, closing his eyes and turning his head away.

Bunny was, contrary to Henry’s understanding, also a little tired. Neither of them were fatigued just yet, but they were both tired. And Bunny’s talking was beginning to exhaust even himself (thank god!). As Bunny’s chatter slowed down, he rested his head on Henry’s arm.

Henry felt the boy's head, but otherwise he didn't react.

He was just completely done. If Bunny wanted to use him as a pillow, then so be it. He didn’t give a damn.

Bunny fell silent for a moment.

Thank God, thought Henry.

And he would be proven correct in just a while.

Perhaps the gods were finally feeling bad for Henry, and perhaps they’d decided he’d earned some relief, perhaps they’d taken Bunny’s annoying voice away for a while. But Henry knew better than that. This was Bunny. He was bound to resume his babbling in another moment. Even the gods couldn’t stop him from running that mouth.

Henry moved again, to lay on his back (and also it was an attempt to brush Bunny off). But Bunny’s head was now on Henry’s chest, and he was, in fact, climbing Henry a little.

……what?

Henry looked down. 

Bunny was on him. He was lying. On top of Henry. One of his legs was in between Henry’s own, and he was attached more to the side of Henry’s body.

Henry gently moved Bunny's head off of his chest.

His head just moved back into place.

“Henry, do you think the drug cartels are a good way of making money?”

Henry blinked at the ceiling, wondering if he’d heard the question right. Once again, he questioned his own sanity or ability to hear.  

“What in God’s name are you talking about?” 

“You know, drug cartels.” Bunny mumbled, cheek squished against Henry’s chest. 

“My pal Cloke, you know him, was telling me about these guys he knows in New York. They run a tight circle. They make a lot of money.” Bunny was just babbling again, playing with the button on Henry’s shirt.

"No, I don't believe that drug cartels are a good way of making money." Henry repeated bitterly, a mocking element to his tone.

He was fed the hell up. This boy had the attention span of a two-year-old. He should have been exhausted from all the bullshit he had been spewing from his mouth the entire evening, but no. No, no, no, Bunny Corcoran was never tired.

“But it’s quick and it’s easy,” Bunny insisted.

He readjusted with a small grunt, having almost slipped off Henry.

And it's illegal, Henry rolled his eyes.

He was so irritated with Bunny’s lack of general awareness; Henry didn’t want him on top of him, he wasn't interested in discussing this topic. Space. Please. All he needed was some space.

"You do realize that it's illegal, right?" 

“Well, your dad does illegal stuff too.” Bunny said without thinking. “It’s how everyone makes money.”

Henry was struck speechless. He didn’t know if he should be offended or surprised or nothing at all– he knew his father’s company was not as pristine and crime-free as it presented itself. And while corporate crime was greatly different from trafficking crime, at the end of the day, crime was crime.

Bunny was much smarter than he seemed. And he had quite a knack for hitting below the belt. Though Henry wasn’t sure if Bunny was trying to be purposefully antagonistic at the moment.

Bunny’s head moved on Henry’s chest. He turned his face the other way. And he clung to Henry a bit more, trying to not slip off him. His little movements were putting a strain on Henry. He really did treat him like a damn plush toy. Henry could feel him trying to get as close as possible.

Bunny sat up a little and put his other leg over Henry’s other one, so now he was straddling him.

“So illegality isn’t an issue, really. Is it?”

Henry's eyes snapped open as Bunny straddled him, all sleep and fatigue flying out of them. 

Not that he was bothered, of course. He didn’t mind Bunny’s body pressed against him.

…….

No… wait, no, of course he did mind it. He very much minded it. He was very not okay with this.

…….

Goddamn it all.

“I mean, are we concerned about morality? Are we really?” Bunny pressed on quietly, his voice soft, his eyes glinting strangely in the moonlight.

Were they still talking about cartels and crime?

Henry’s brows furrowed. Bunny was really doing a number on his brain this evening.

"If we're talking in terms of morality, then of course drug cartels are not morally sound."

Bunny leaned over Henry, “But do we care if it’s moral or not?”

Something strange was happening. Henry couldn’t really fathom it– his mind felt so twisted and stretched around whatever was going on…it was not in its capacity, it seemed, to really register what the hell was happening. This was a side of Bunny he had never seen before. And even more crazily enough, it wasn’t entirely unwelcome.

“Well, do you care?” Henry asked, his voice sharp… and not entirely platonic.

He knew he himself didn’t particularly care about morality.

“If I have to be honest,” Bunny mumbled, lips hovering too close. “Not really.”

Again, Henry had to wonder, what were they really talking about?

He could feel Bunny's breath on his skin.

It didn’t make sense to him– why did he feel so damn relaxed, despite having one of the most awkward conversations he’d had in a while? And the more Henry tried to make sense of it, the more he realized he couldn’t. He kept getting distracted. Bunny’s eyes were boring into his, and somehow they were silencing every single thought.

“Do you care? About morality? About sin?” Bunny asked.

What are we getting at here, really? Henry wanted to ask, but he could only stare for a while, eyes a little wide. They weren’t talking about drug trafficking anymore, were they?

"Not really." Henry mumbled, his voice distant, as if he was very far away.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Oh, they definitely were not still talking about crime.

Henry's breath caught in his throat. Bunny was insane. This was insane. The world was insane.

But what was he waiting for?

He had no damn clue.

“What am I waiting for?” 

Henry's heart thumped in his chest.

“Yes, what?”

“I…” Henry couldn’t finish his sentence. Bunny was too close, too tempting.

He was just as much of a tease as he was a pest.

Bunny’s lips were trembling with want, and the frustration that came with it— he was ready. He was being bold despite his own inhibitions. He went all this way— if Henry hesitated now…

Thankfully, he didn’t. Henry finally reached up to pull him down.

He had been resisting him for too long, anyway. It was time.

Bunny moaned softly as Henry’s lips crashed up into his own. He made a sweet sound. Henry’s lips pushed back against Bunny’s with an almost desperate intensity. It was soft– softer than it should have been. Their faces pressed into each other.

Bunny was still straddling Henry, and he moved his hips— he didn’t know how to, at least not consciously. But his body seemed to know what to do just fine. Henry could feel Bunny moving against him, and before he could stop himself, his body responded. He pressed up against Bunny, grinding against him, and it felt so damn….good.

Bunny’s mouth fell open in a sharp gasp as Henry grinded his hips upward. A guttural whine was ripped out of his throat, his back arched a little and his head leaned back.

Henry was losing all control as he pushed himself into Bunny as tightly as he could. And the sound of Bunny's groan did something very unexpected to Henry. It caused a sound to come from him as well. A sound as raw as Bunny's, as uncontrolled as Bunny's. Something very foreign to the cold exterior he usually projected.

"Gods…." He moaned.

Bunny said Henry’s name.

Henry's whole body was trembling now. His body could not move any further into Bunny's. When Bunny said his name, he froze. He didn't know what to do. His mind was a scramble of emotions and thoughts, and he realized what was happening and he thought of putting an end to it all–

But then Bunny moaned again, and the sound sent a jolt of electricity rushing through his body. 

He knew he liked the sound of it too much to want to stop now.

Henry’s arms wrapped tightly around Bunny, holding him close as their bodies writhed and grinded together. Henry’s breathing became faster and more labored as he pushed himself as deeply into Bunny as he could, and Bunny’s quiet gasps and heavy breathing matched his. It was very obvious in that moment what role each of them would be playing in this moment, and those to come. 

Henry squeezed Bunny tighter. Bunny made sounds from the back of his throat, right next to Henry’s ear. They sent shivers down Henry's spine, through his body and right down to the tips of his fingers and toes. Henry felt, just then, something drop in the pit of his stomach. And it was very uncomfortable, but it felt pleasurable at the same time. 

As their bodies rocked and rubbed against one another, there was some confusion, some struggle to get it just right. It felt clumsy, so Bunny sat up a little to try and grind against Henry’s hips better.

When Bunny did that, Henry's eyes went wide. It worked. They’d aligned perfectly, and now the movement, the friction, the heat– it was perfect. It was heaven. Bunny threw his head back and they went at it. In a blur of heat and lust and sweat and passion, their bodies were stripped of all fabric, and their lips were once again melting together.

Their bodies moved and responded to each other instantly, as they kissed in a fever.

The sensation of being this close was dizzying.

Henry could feel the heat coursing through him, burning him up. His heart pounded wildly in his chest, thudding and beating, and he could feel Bunny’s pulse too.

They remained in that bubble for a while, and then Bunny reached behind and slowly took Henry in his hand– it was so odd for both of them. Bunny’s touch was electric at first, and then quite warm. Henry shivered. They both braced for what came next, and , honestly, Bunny’s initiative really quite shocked Henry, as he rather bravely did the next few steps all on his own. Slow and cautious, he pushed his hips down, panting and groaning with every little slip inside, lips pursed, expression the most focused Henry had ever seen him. He brought his hand back up and then their hands were tightly clasped, resting on the pillow on either side of Henry’s head. 

Henry’s mouth hung open in a small o as he felt himself penetrate Bunny. It was a gentle moment of cautious movement, both of them still, glancing down, sometimes catching each other’s gazes as they hissed and groaned till they had become one.

Bunny steadied himself a little, panting with effort— effort Henry had never really seen Bunny put anywhere else. So he was good for something other than just complaining and whining and spending ridiculous amounts of money. Surprising.

Then Bunny began moving, and Henry almost lost all self control. It took all his willpower to not tear into the boy and just take him, take from him and make up for everything—

Henry held himself back, letting Bunny ease himself into it. And then Bunny moved his hips, and it started to feel good. Better than it should’ve.

Henry’s mouth was open, he inhaled sharply, as he felt himself slip slowly inside Bunny. They both were getting lost in the motions of it all. Every time he thought he had found the best feeling, the feeling that sent a shiver of pleasure through his body, their movements would change slightly… and that feeling would get even more intense. It felt almost as if they had truly become one whole and Henry had to force himself back.

It was a losing battle.

Bunny’s sounds were enough to drive him completely insane. How tight Bunny felt against him was enough to drive him insane. And his movements, in perfect rhythm with Henry…..

Bunny’s panting got louder and heavier. He was saying incoherent things, his sentences short but dragging, falling off his lips, nonsense words and phrases. The only coherent thing he said was Henry’s name— and how he said it. Henry couldn’t believe his ears. He couldn’t believe Bunny could ever sound so…..

It was like he was praying. Henry’s name on his lips was holy. Divine.

When Bunny said it, Henry felt something inside him begin to bloom.

This was no mere pleasure that he was feeling. This was something very different. Very different.

Bunny was praying to him like he was a god and that was enough to send Henry over the edge. The sensation of his name coming from Bunny’s throat— even if it sounded different than it usually did— it sent ripples of pleasure through Henry's body. And he knew it was not going to be long now. His body was growing too sensitive. He could feel it coming, growing closer every moment. And Bunny did too.

The blond collapsed on Henry as the passion got more and more intense. But he was still moving his hips, Henry’s name was still on his lips, and he was begging– what for, even he himself did not know. His hips moved, Henry’s hips moved, and then they were both thrust into a moment of pure, unbridled ecstasy.

Everything paused.

The pleasure bloomed and burst.

And then they melted together— rigidness turning to softness. Muscles taut, then relaxing. Soft sighs and whispers of sweet nothings.

Henry's breathing slowed, and he shuddered as the ecstasy passed.

He held Bunny carefully.

He couldn't move.

"Dear God."

Bunny kissed the corner of Henry’s mouth lazily.

“That was something, wasn’t it,” he chuckled.

Henry could not say much. He didn’t really know how to react, whether he should laugh like Bunny was, or shove him off and say goodnight. He was stumped. How could they go from what they were, to what they’d just become?  How could it be that just that small movement of Bunny's lips on his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his entire body when just an hour or so ago, Henry had wanted to choke him out?

"That… was…. something." Was all he could manage.

“Dear lord.” He said again.

Bunny collapsed into a fit of giggles as he rolled off Henry.

“You’re such a geezer. Who says that?”

Henry tried to laugh too, but it came out as more of a wheeze.

"Shut up." Henry groaned but his attempt to be stern was ruined by a few small laughs.

Bunny laughed too. And then he fell silent.

He thought about what he’d just done. And there was a strange feeling. He couldn’t pinpoint it— he wished they could be like that forever. But he also wished he didn’t love his best friend. He loved him. He loved him. He loved him.

He tried to shut his mind off.

Henry was not unaware of the silence that had descended upon them. He knew Bunny’s playful behavior now was just an attempt to brush off or dismiss the heavier realization of what they’d just done. Perhaps what they’d been building up to for months. Or even years. It was undeniable that for as long as they’d known one another, something strange had underlied all their interactions. Something both of them ran from, albeit for very different reasons.

But to be honest with not only each other but also their own selves– what more could men want? 

"Do you regret it." Henry asked, staring up at the ceiling.

Bunny was quiet for a while.

“I guess I’ll know that in the morning.” 

And if Bunny did regret it, neither of them would ever know, especially while they were still in Rome, where they found themselves wrapped up in each other every night or so.

#not my best smut but i tried <3 #i love exploring the absolute insanity of this duo tho #when one is a golddigger and the other is a repressed narc u kno the sex gonna be crazy #ok jk henry might not be a full fledged narc #ask requests #the secret history #bunny corcoran #tsh #henry winter #tsh donna tartt #winterbunny #asks! #ask #ask fic