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Did the reader ever used the safeword with Bucky and Steve? And how did they react/ deal with it?🥺

The Limit // Mafia!Stucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Everyone has a limit, this includes Steve and Bucky. What happens in different situations where each of you felt compelled to use your safewords?

A/N: thank you for the request! this has actually been requested quite a few times so I hope you all enjoy!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, fluff, angst, threesome, safeword use, rough sex, anal, intense, overstimulation, restraints, blindfolds, punishment, spanking, anxiety attacks, protective steve/bucky, emotional hurt/comfort, aftercare, teasing, begging, subspace, pet names, everyone needs a hug, not beta read

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During your intimate moments with Steve and Bucky, there was nothing more important than communication. If you liked something, let each other know. If you wanted to slow down or pause, just simply say the word yellow or tap your fingers once. If you needed everything to stop immediately, whether it was to reposition or discontinue the action, then you’d say the word red or shake your head.

It was a good system to have, especially during moments when scenes would become more intense or rough, needing to know what the limits of the other are, how the fun could continue or the aftercare to begin. Communicating was key.

For example, on one occasion of using the safe word ‘red’, your wants and needs were more than your body could physically cope with.

You were absolutely and truly fucked, sweat coating your body, eyes dazed, the pupils so wide it gave the appearance that your iris’ were shaded black. You were deep into subspace, no thoughts making coherent sense other than the need to pleasure Steve and Bucky, saying anything the try and get more of them, even if it was pushing yourself over the edge. At that moment though, you didn’t care, having orgasmed so many times that your body was refusing to move of your own accord with how weak your muscles felt but luckily Steve and Bucky were more than happy to move you into whatever position you or they wanted.

Currently, you were bent over the desk in Steve’s at-home office, the sturdy oak rubbing against your stomach with each thrust from Bucky’s cock into your arse as your body writhed and pulsed through its unknown number orgasm. At this point, your mouth was permanently opening with the stream of pornographic moans coming out.

Even though you were completely exhausted and definitely should have had a break, or just completely stopped but all your spacey cock-drunk mind could think of was the fact that Steve and Bucky hadn’t cum yet and you needed for them to fill you up. Their stamina was sometimes the best thing but also the worst, when your desperation to get them to their own orgasms but your body was completely exhausted. Particularly in between your legs, your clit was overly sensitive that every touch had you jolting, and your pussy was puffy from the fucking from both men.

“Want you both at the same time, please…” you groaned, words slurring slightly as you attempted to look over your shoulder to Bucky who stroked a hand down your spine, his hips paused to allow your body to adjust to the orgasm but his cock was still very much deep in your ass.

“Think you can handle us, Doll?” Bucky asked with a soft gaze in his eye, trying to assess if you were actually ok to continue. To his right, Steve was doing the same thing, his hand moving up and down his shaft at a leisurely pace.

There was one thing you were good at and that was begging as you pushed your hips back against his, not really pondering on the discomfort that came with it. “Please daddies, want you both, wanna feel full”.

That seemed to convince them enough that the comfort of the cool wood against your face was replaced with Steve’s shoulder as Bucky had wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you with simplicity due to his inhuman strength. Your back was flush against his chest as Steve pushed against your front, his hands firmly under your knees to help keep you upright as your heavy head lolled onto his muscular shoulder.

“Pleaseeee”, you whined, sounding out of breath with the exhaustion of the rough sex you’d been having.

“I’ve got you baby”, Steve encouraged, his cock brushing against your clit as he tried to position it at your dripping hole. With your face now hiding in the crevice of Steve’s shoulder, neither he nor Bucky could see your visible wince due to the discomfort but still you held on to his blonde hair that curled slightly at the nape of his neck.

However, as Steve’s thick cock slipped into your over-used pussy, your low grunt that you made to match the instant tensing of all your muscles, Steve and Bucky’s eyes blazed with concern as they looked at each other over your shoulder.

“Hot Mama, what’s your colour?” Bucky questioned for your safe word, having already half-deciding that if you said green he wouldn’t believe you, blaming the subspace for pushing yourself past the limit of pleasure.

You had felt fuzzy when they’d first picked you up, but now, the discomfort and stinging from between your legs seemed to push some clarity back. Of course, you felt bad that Steve and Bucky still hadn’t cum but you knew it would cause more upset if they continued and caused you any further injury so accepting defeat, shoulders dropping, words now sounding more clear, “red”.

Steve and Bucky both loosened their position so they weren’t so squished against their bodies but still carefully held you up.

“Take a deep breath in and slowly release”, Steve instructed and as you breathed out, both cocks were simultaneously pulled out of your holes and you instantly felt relief. “Good girl, thank you for being honest with us, we’re going to look after you, ok?” Steve’s voice was gentle, as he continued to explain what was going to happen. “I’m going to wrap your legs around my waist and we’re all going to go to the bathroom, whilst Bucky gets you something to drink”.

This was exactly what they did, Steve taking all of your weight, wrapping your legs around his waist and then holding underneath your thighs to keep you upright as your body still felt like it was made of jello. You weren’t sure what to say, only thankful that you could trust these two men that would stop getting their own pleasure, so you kissed his neck softly, showing that you appreciated him. Steve’s grip tightened around you as he began walking out of the office and to the en-suit bathroom in your bedroom.

“Shower or bath?” he asked, mumbling the question against your temple, kissing the hairline even though you were still sheeted in sweat.

You contemplated for a moment, scrapping your fingers through his hair and decided that you wanted to be weightless and have just a moment to sit back and process everything. “A bath please”.

Steve filled the excessively large bathtub with hot, soapy water, knowing you all needed the heat to help relax the exserted muscles. Still holding you, he settled down, into the water, releasing a deep moan that vibrated against your chest as his grip on your thighs relaxed as you both were submerged.

His touch however didn’t end as he instead wrapped both of his arms around your back, holding you close to his front still. You felt safe in the embrace and the heat of the water soaking into your body, soothing the ache in your muscles and stinging between your legs.

A tap on your head alerted you to Bucky’s arrival as he crouched next to you, holding out a glass of orange juice with a reassuring smile. “Drink up mama, let’s start building up that energy, I’ve got some snacks on the bed as well”. Gently, Bucky tilted the glass to your mouth, helping you to drink the sugary drink that instantly quenched the thirst you didn’t realise you felt but also made you feel slightly more energised as you snuggled back against Steve.

The water lapped against the sides as Bucky climbed into the spacious bath, sliding in close to your side and kissing your bare shoulder, hand stroking over your upper back and with the sheer size of both of your boyfriend’s hands, the entire span of your back was not covered by Steve and Bucky.

“Are you ready to talk about it?” Bucky asked in between kisses along your skin. You nodded in response, pushing up off of Steve’s chest, testing your own strengths, surprising yourself when you were actually able to sit back fully on his thighs, noting the soft cock that now floated between your bodies in the soapy water. A pang of guilt settled in the pit of your stomach as you now looked between both boyfriends.

Steve tilted your chin with a single finger, making you look into his crystal-blue eyes, “I don’t like that look you’ve got, I’m glad you used your safe word, it’s the reason we’ve got them and Buck and I don’t need to cum to have a good time, do you understand that?”

“Yeah, I do”, you responded honestly.

“Good. Do you want to explain to us what happened?”

The three of you talked through everything, discussing what could be done differently next time like saying yellow and having a break or not trying to do every single sexual act possible in one evening. You even cheekily blamed their stamina for being too strong which earned a hearty laugh from them both before cuddling back onto Steve’s chest for a couple more minutes.

“Let’s get out of here honey”, Steve decided, beginning to shift to stand.

Your legs were still incredibly unsteady so you held on desperately to Steve as Bucky dried you with a fresh, warm towel, being careful over tender areas before helping to slip an oversized shirt over your head.

“Come here!”, you squealed as Bucky enthusiastically picked you up bridal style, kissing your cheek as your arms settled around his waist. It always felt odd when you were the one semi-clothed and your boyfriends were in the nude, usually, it was the other way around but you enjoyed it nonetheless, even though you’d been getting fucked by both of them not that long ago, you still admired their beautifully structured bodies.

“Eyes up, baby”, Steve joked from where he walked behind you, drying himself as he walked, purposelessly flexing his arms so the muscles bulged, and you bite your lip to hide your grin.

Bucky gently lay you in the centre of the bed, next to the collection of randomly selected snacks that ranged from sweets and chocolate to fresh fruits. The brunette slide in closely beside you, reaching around the begin rooting through the snacks before feeding you a couple of raspberries.

It was a peaceful end to the day and the complete opposite of how you thought it would be. The way they both tended to your needs meant that you were lost in a fuzzy headspace and even though your body would undoubtedly ache in the morning, you were just glad that you were with two men that always put your needs above their own and made you feel safe.

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The safe word wasn’t just for you though and there had been occasions where Bucky had to use it as well.

You were 10 spanks into a punishment, thrown haphazardly over Steve’s meaty thighs, your body completely nude and arse cheeks raw to the touch from Steve’s palm. You were thoroughly enjoying the roughness but Bucky on the other hand thought Steve was going too rough, ignoring your pleasured moans and sopping wet cunt to show your signs of arousal.

Internally, Bucky was panicking from where he watched in a chair opposite Steve. His fists were clenched painfully, not that he could send the pain from his metal arm but the gears creaked from how tightly he was tightening his hand. Bucky never enjoyed it when Steve was super rough with you, even though you were adamant that you enjoyed it, Bucky hated to see the pain that came with the pleasure. You were his sweet Doll, you deserved the best and he always thought it was counterproductive to do harsh punishments. This was also why it was Bucky’s job during these moments to make sure to say if things went too far as sometimes you would slip into a headspace that wouldn’t care for your safety and let Steve continue until you passed out, and this, they definitely didn’t want.

Most of the time, Bucky was fine watching, allowing Steve to do any of the rougher sides of things during sex but today, there was something that didn’t settle right within Bucky. Without processing what he was doing, he moved off of his chair and squatted down next to your face from where it stared at the floor. As soon as you felt his cool metal palm stroke your cheek, you reached to hold onto the wrist, keeping him there.

Steve’s hand continued to lay spanks against your arse, each one you gasped and then thanked him for it as per your punishment rules and if you forget, then he starts again.

Bucky wiped away the tears that always seemed to fall during these moments, “are you ok, mama?” he asks under his breath.

“Yeah”, you say with a quiver in your voice, another tear sliding down your cheek. Bucky looked up at Steve with uncertainty in his eyes, unsure whether you were actually fine to continue or it was just Bucky who was feeling anxious and unnerved. Steve raised a single perfect eyebrow, questioning Bucky’s look and this was where you sensed the silent conversation that was happening. “Please sir, I can handle it, I’m ok”, you reassured Steve to continue with a simple shake of your hips.

Steve glanced at Bucky one more time before continuing. Three more strikes later and you released a different sort of whine one that gave Bucky pure panic that rocked his core, not being able to hear it sounded like you were in pain as he suddenly shouted, “RED!”

Steve immediately stopped, his eyes filling with panic as he helped to lay you on the bed, careful of your sore arse but he needed to see your face. “Baby? Are you ok? Talk to me”, Steve encouraged as he stood over you.

Blinking back tears, your body was trembling with adrenaline but you were clearly confused by the sudden stop to the punishment, disorientated as you didn’t say to stop. “Im…I’m ok, I didn’t need to stop, m’fine”, you mumbled, your tongue feeling too big for your mouth.

Steve frowned, even though you were confused, he could clearly see she wasn’t at any point to stop, not showing any visible signs of being in significant pain or distress. Confused he turned to Bucky who had stood, breathing heavily like he’d just been for a run, his eyes wild and darting between his friend and you.

“I thought she- she sounded like she was in pain I… I didn’t-.. I couldn’t-”, Bucky hastily rubbed a hand over his face, struggling to fill his lungs with air as his panic continued to escalate. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the confusion of hearing you whimpering in pain or the realisation that he’d stopped something you were clearly enjoying or the disappointment that Steve was bound to feel for stopping a scene early, or just a mixture of everything.

In his panic, he didn’t see Steve standing to his full height, his face calm and understanding as he approached Bucky with his hands outstretched, “Bucky, calm down, she’s ok, she’s not hurt”, the mafia leader tried to calm his second in command, sensing the edge of composure that Bucky had was close to slipping.

“Yeah…yeah she’s ok…” Bucky repeated, trying to almost convince himself but it wasn’t much use as he was close to a panic attack, something he hadn’t experienced since his time in the war with Steve many years ago.

“Bucky?” it was you now to notice the distress of your boyfriend. Even though you still continued to feel confused, your own anxiety was beginning to creep up with seeing Bucky’s panic. With a weak attempt, you tried to reach for him, your hands still visibly trembling from the comedown of the punishment, your eyes now filling with tears as you didn’t manage to grasp onto Bucky.

“I’m- I’m sorry I just-”, Bucky turned away, running his hands over his trimmed hair, trying to get some composure, seeing you actually becoming distressed with seeing him like this. From your position on the bed, you watched Steve stand in front of his friend, so he was facing in your direction, his expression concerned as he placed a strong hand on Bucky’s shoulder. Steve leaned in close to Bucky, talking seriously but in a hushed tone “Buck listen to me, she’s fine, take a breath for me, she’s alright”.

You wanted nothing more than to be with Bucky and make sure that he was ok, rarely ever seeing him like this. Forcefully, you tried to shake your body from head to toe, attempting to snap out of the confused state you were in, your boyfriend needed you, so you needed to get a hold of yourself. With great effort and a heavy grunt, you rolled onto your side, swinging your legs in front of you to try and stand on them.

However, they were still very unsteady and you weren’t able to push off of the bed. Steve noticed over Bucky’s shoulder what you were attempting to do and quickly rushed forward to stop you from falling, “Baby be careful, we still need to do aftercare, stay on the bed”.

“But I need Bucky”, your voice wobbled as you looked at Steve with sadness and fear.

Hearing you say that seemed to snap Bucky out of his feared trance and he was kneeling in front of you in a couple of steps, but you still noticed the way he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, “I’m here Doll, I’ve got you”.

Finally having him close, you tried to wrap your arms around his shoulders, leaning close to hug him but it ended up being more than he was holding your body up but he was more than happy to do that. Repositioning the two of you, Bucky effortlessly manoeuvred your body into his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed, being careful of your sore arse cheeks as he positioned your legs on either side of his hips in a straddle.

Neither of you says anything as you continue to build more strength and hold onto his shoulders firmer, face nuzzling into his neck, trying to reassure him that you were ok. Your fingers still held a slight tremble but you stroked circled onto the back of his head, making sure you were feeling more aware before you began to speak, “I’m ok James”.

The use of had his sagging, the tension running from his body as Steve returned from the kitchen, carrying two glasses of water forcing you and Bucky to finish them. All three of you sat in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes, allowing for the tension that had been thick in the air to disappear as you and Bucky regained composure.

It was Bucky who spoke first, wishing to explain himself even though this was unnecessary, “I’m sorry, I think you were in pain and I just couldn’t bare to listen to it-”.

You cut him off by leaning back, looking into his eyes with a sad smile, “It’s ok, you don’t have to explain anything, I’m sorry I distressed you so much Bucky”. Leaning forward, you closed the gap between your mouths, kissing him softly and letting him just feel you for a moment, helping his tense posture to relax further.

Steve sat beside his friend, returning his comfortable hand to his shoulder. “Sometimes we can all get a little lost in the moment but that’s why we have the safe words, it’s for all of us, to protect us, that’s what this relationship is about. I’m sorry it ever got to this point Bucky”.

“I know, thank you, both of you”, he sounded relieved and significantly more calm as he kissed your bare shoulder.

Steve nods, passing an affectionate hand on the back of Bucky’s head before standing, returning from the bathroom with the salve for your burning arsecheeks, asking with a questioning eyebrow, “Would you like to do it or shall I?”

Bucky contemplated for a moment, thinking it would be nice to be able to soothe your sore cheeks but he was also enjoying the embrace and decided he’d much prefer to stay like that, “You can do it, Steve, I want to stay right here”, his arms tightening around your body as your nuzzled in closer to him.

From the position you were being held in with straddling Bucky’s lap, it still meant that Steve could massage the salve into your cheeks and you tried not to wince at the touch but then the salve instantly soothed your hot skin.

As he finished, he looked up at Bucky who was watching his movements carefully, “You know, we didn’t manage to finish the scene - not the punishment, that’s finished, but she wasn’t given the reward and I don’t want her to go through a subdrop tomorrow, what do you say Bucky? Want to reward her for being such a good girl”.

Steve already knew the answer from the way Bucky’s eyes darkened, his throat bobbing as he swallowed harshly. There was nothing Bucky wanted more than to hear your sweet moans, especially after the panic of hearing you in pain, he wanted to make you feel good, “I would love nothing more than to do that”. You smiled against Bucky’s neck, looking forward to what was to come, planning your own reward to Bucky.

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Steve held a significant amount of authority in his life, being the leader of his mafia gang, making all of the decisions to benefit others or take away their lives. So often in your relationship, you always joked about being in control for once and even attempted it on a few occasions by handcuffing Steve’s hands to the bed.

However, with his strength, he was easily able to snap out of them and regain control of the situation. It was Bucky who had the bright idea of using his strength that matched Steve’s to hold him down. This led to the current situation of Steve sitting in his office chair that was positioned in the middle of the room and his hands behind his back where Bucky held them with his metal hand.

All three of you were completely nude and you watched excitedly as Steve’s cock throbbed against his abdomen, desperate to be touched.

“Are you ready?”, you asked with giddy excitement, not bothering to hide your grin as you held the blindfold in your hand.

“More than ever, baby”, Steve responded with just as much enthusiasm, eyes taking in every inch of your naked body, trying to see as much as he could before he was blindfolded. With a seductive swing of your hips, you stepped forward in between Steve’s man-spread legs and placed the eyemask over his head, making sure it was secure and there weren’t any gaps that he could see out of. Steve was plunged into darkness, his arms flexing momentarily to check to hold Bucky had on him, only to find that it was very firm, there was no way he was getting out of it.

Grinning at Bucky over Steve’s shoulder, you began by placing a simple kiss on Steve’s lips, feeling him try and press firmer but you pulled back before he could try and gain control.

You thoroughly teased Steve for a bit, nipping and kissing the column of his neck before straddling one of his thighs, rolling your bare core against him so he could feel your arousal, watching his cock throb at the touch. It was exhilarating to see him in such a state and even though you never liked to really be in control of these moments, much preferring to be submissive, it was thrilling to hear the desperate groans of the most dangerous leader in all of Brooklyn, as you touched him everywhere except his cock.

Steve was both enjoying the dynamic and also finding it hard to adjust to not being able to see or touch your body with his hands. He always liked seeing you had a little bit more dominance but to take away his control completely was a different step he’d never taken before.

“Want to see you”, he admits, mouth hanging open to release a heavy breath as you stroked a firm line down his abs, once again skipping over his member. You don’t say anything but Bucky watches as you grinned, his own cock throbbing painfully hard as seeing the way you were teasing his friend.

“Please baby, I wanna see you”, Steve repeats, now realising just how much he missed your pretty face. You continue to not say anything, thinking that it added to the tension, especially as a bead of precum dripped from the tip.

The next part of your plan involved one of your favourite vibrators planning on holding it against Steve’s cock but as you stood to retrieve it, from the way you’d been straddling his thigh for so long, your legs felt slightly unsteady as you stumbled and accidentally stubbed your toe on the metal table leg.

You automatically squealed in pain, quickly smacking a hand to your mouth to stop any further yellow, looking back at Bucky with wide eyes as you tried not to laugh and cry from the pain at the same time. Of course, you still managed to be clumsy in such a sexual moment like you were currently in, silently thankful that Steve hadn’t seen otherwise he’d be teasing you endlessly.

Bucky was trying not to laugh as well, biting his lip as held in his chuckle, not noticing the way that Steve had tensed.

“Baby?” the restrained man asked, turning his head, not that he could see you. Your silent laughter to him sounded almost like you were crying with his heightened hearing, “Are you ok? What’s happening?”

You were still hobbling on one foot, massaging the pained toe with one hand whilst covering your mouth with the other hand, keeping in your increasing laughter. Because you were so distracted with easing the pain in your toe, you hadn’t noticed Steve going on high alert, spine straight, his arm muscles bulging from attempts to pull free of Bucky’s unbreakable grip.

It was only as he began to verbalise his panic, did you realise something was wrong, “Let go of me! RED!” Steve shouted with desperation causing both yours and Bucky’s hearts to hammer in your chests. Bucky immediately let go and Steve was instantly pulling off his mask as you rushed to limp over, arms reaching out to him.

“Are you ok? What’s wrong?” your hands cupped his distressed face, eyes wide with panic as he looked you over, seeing not life-threatening injuries before pulling you into his lap, forehead resting against your chest as you held him to you.

Steve doesn’t say anything immediately, just simply held you close as he tried to process what had just happened. Bucky walked around the chair, squatting down so he was eye level with the two of you as he asked, “Steve? What’s going on?”

Your fingers stroked gently through his hair, hoping that the touch was helping to calm him. “I’m sorry Steve, did we take it too far?”. You thought maybe it was the lack of control that had him panicking.

Steve’s voice was muffled as he spoke against your skin, “It… it wasn’t the control I didn’t like, I just couldn’t see you, I couldn’t get out... If someone came in, if someone came to get you I couldn’t get to you-”

He began to struggle with controlling his breathing again so you quietly shushed into his ear, holding him closer and realised that it wasn’t the lack of control with sex that he didn’t like. It was because he thought you were hurt and he couldn’t get to you and assumed the worst. You immediately felt guilty having caused him such distress.

“I’m always safe when you’re around Steve, I’m sorry I scared you”. The tension in his shoulders eased slightly as he finally pulled back to look into your eyes, taking a deep breath that filled his lungs completely before releasing it.

But then he notices something out of the corner of his eye, the panic returning once more as he stated, “You’re bleeding”.

You glanced down to where he was looking and finally noticed that where you’d walked into the table, you’d formed a small cut that had bled only a few drops of blood.

“Shit”, you say under your breath, looking back into his worried face as Bucky instantly held onto your foot, his metal hand helping to cool the hot skin. “I stumbled when I stood up and hit my toe on the metal legs of the table, it’s just me being clumsy that’s all, I’m not seriously hurt”.

Steve sighed, now understanding the noise he’d heard, his forehead dropping onto your shoulder as you nuzzled into his hair, holding him close. After a few minutes of him calming down, you asked, “Everything ok?”

The man in your arms leaned back, looking ashamed now as he began to speak, “Sorry for killing the mood-”, your hand was fast to cover his lips, cutting off his words.

“Nope, I’m not having that”, you say simply, giving him a stern look.

“Yeah man, we want you to enjoy times like this, remember? You always remind us that these words are there for a reason, if you feel unsafe then you have to use them no matter what”.

“It’s not my safety I was worried about”, Steve responded honestly whilst looking up at you.

Leaning forward, you kissed each of his cheeks gently, seeing his eyes close at the touch before you kissed his lips, trying to show how much you appreciated him with the touch. Leaning your forehead against his, you affectionately joked, “Always my knight in shining armour”.

Bucky stood beside you, catching both of your attention as he light heartened decided the next steps, “Let’s get dressed, get some take out and go home”. Gently he patted Steve’s shoulder and rubbed your back before walking over to the dumped clothes from earlier.

What you hadn’t been expecting was Steve standing suddenly with you in his arms still, “You can put me down!” you’re laughing as you say this, holding tightly onto his neck.

Steve finally smiled, “Not with your foot injury”, he jokes but you knew it was more than that with the way he was stroking your skin with his thumb and the intense gaze with which he looked at you. You knew he needed to feel you closer, even with the immediate danger having been explained to him, he needs to just make sure that you were safe.

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Crush; Bo Sinclair

Bo has a crush, but so does Lester.

Warnings: Jealous!Bo, swearing.

Bo Sinclair was an asshole, anyone who knew him knew this fact, however, there was a side of him – albeit rare – that could be kind and loving, although, there was only one person who he deemed worthy of this side.

Y/N was everything that Bo was not: sweet, kind, caring, and loving. She was any man’s dream. Perhaps this was why Lester craved her, much to Bo’s dismay.

Whilst Bo’s initial craving for her was lust, it soon transformed into genuine feelings, something which terrified him. He didn’t believe that he could love, nor did he think he was worthy of being loved.

“Bo,” Y/N whined, capturing the mechanics attention as he lay beneath a truck. She watched as the man rolled out to look at her, oil clinging to his face.

“What is it?” He asked.

“I’m bored,”

With a roll of his eyes, Bo pushed himself back underneath the truck, turning his attention back to the job at hand. He enjoyed her company he truly did, but there were times when he couldn’t stand to be around her. It was nothing personal, he just didn’t know how to control himself.

The revealing clothes that she was wearing in the summer heat left little to the imagination and Bo almost wished he could take a picture of her, capturing her in all her glory, not that he would ever admit he saw her that way to anybody besides himself; he often struggled to admit it to himself.

He could feel her eyes on him, although he didn’t know why she was so focused on him, but it made it hard to focus. What was supposed to be an easy job was suddenly made harder with her focus solely on him; he almost felt insecure. Almost.

Bo knew he was both attractive and charming, but when around her he couldn’t help but wonder if she saw him the same way. In fact, that was something he pondered often. She was Vincent’s friend, that was how he came to know her and how she ended up residing in Ambrose after a ‘complication’ with her previous partner.

He remembered the nights she spent crying whilst Vincent comforted her, both with hugs and pats on the head which Bo found odd as Vincent was not one for physical touch. Bo would never admit he was jealous, and besides, he wasn’t aware of his feelings then.

The feelings came rushing to him one night as he found her in the kitchen. She was making a coffee after giving up on sleep a little after her breakup. Tears stained her cheeks, be it from the bad memories or the breakup itself, and Bo couldn’t remember the last time he had cried or seen somebody cried; maybe it was Lester when they were younger, he wasn’t sure.

“Sorry,” she had apologised to him. “I’ll get out of your way.”

Bo hesitated for a moment, something that he wasn’t used to. Sure, he had talked to her a few times, but rarely alone. He wasn’t big on conversation with new people, let alone friends of Vincent.

“It’s fine, don’t worry ‘bout it.” Came his response, shocking them both.

“Are you sure?”

“Course, s’pose it’s your house too for now.”

Little did he know, she would become a permanent resident in the Sinclair household.

“Thank you, Bo,” she smiled sweetly at him, and despite the tears staining her cheeks, he found her beautiful. He knew in that moment that he wanted her in more than a sexual way.

“Why are you staring?” Bo asked from beneath the truck.

Y/N paused for a moment, mouth opening and closing as she struggled to form an answer. “Admiring the view, I guess.” She said with a shrug and Bo could feel his cheeks warming but he simply blamed it on the heat; ignorance is bliss, after all.

Never in his life had he thought he would feel this way and it was terrifying to say the least.

“Oh, hi, Lester!” Y/N grinned, unable to see how Bo’s eyebrows furrowed and a frown formed on his lips. “How are you?”

“I’m all right, Y/N/N. How’re ya?” Bo could hear the smile as Lester spoke and his frown grew.

Y/N’s attention turned from Bo to Lester, red dusting her cheeks from the summer air, and maybe because she was called out for staring.

“I’m good! Me and Bo are just working. Well, he’s working and I’m just sitting here.” A giggle fell from her lips and both the men’s hearts warmed.

As Lester and Y/N’s conversation continued, Bo found himself zoning out, anger forming in his chest. He hated them interacting, having known about Lester’s feelings for his ‘crush’ for a while now. Even if Lester wouldn’t admit it, Bo knew; he always knew.

Rolling out from beneath the truck, Bo spoke. “If you two want to carry on talking, can you do it somewhere else!?” He snapped, immediately regretting it upon seeing the way Y/N’s face dropped. He did debate apologising, but his ego was too big to do so.

She paused for a moment before lifting herself to her feet, silently nodding before walking away, Lester following like a lost puppy.

Bo’s anger continued to fester for the rest of the day, even as he entered the house, slamming the door behind him.

“Hi, Bo,” Y/N greeted him, but it went ignored as Bo removed his boots.

It was safe to assume that Bo was in one of his usual bad moods and Vincent had signed to her that it was best to ignore him when he got like this when she first came to stay. It was the unspoken rule of the house, so she turned her attention back to the television in front of her.

Bo, of course, was paying attention and seeing that Lester had left had his bad mood calming slightly, his tense shoulders relaxing ever so slightly. A quiet sigh of relief was next, although it went unheard by the woman that held his affections.

“I see your little boyfriend left,” Bo broke the silence.

“Boyfriend?”

“Lester.”

“He’s not my boyfriend…?” It was safe to say that Y/N was confused.

“He seems quite smitten on you.”

“I don’t see him that way.”

Bo relaxed some more and this time it didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N, nor did his dilated pupils. She wasn’t stupid, she knew what that meant.

As she stood up, a plan formed in her mind, but if she was wrong about this, she risked ruining everything, including their close friendship.

What is life without a little risk? She reasoned with herself.

Bo watched her as she moved closer, eventually standing in front of him and toying with the collar of his thin jacket, fixing it despite knowing that he would remove it soon.

“There is somebody I see that way, though,” she said, looking up at him with a coy smile that had Bo’s heart racing.

“Is that so?” He muttered, watching her closely.

“Yeah,” her smile grew, hands reaching out to grasp his face, taking it slowly and gently so that he could pull away at any time.

But he didn’t pull away, in fact, he couldn’t resist any longer and his face dived down, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

She could taste a mix of cigarettes and beer on his lips, but it wasn’t something she minded; it was very Bo and she loved him for who he was, flaws and all.

Whilst her hands gently cupped his cheeks, Bo’s reached out to lightly grasp both her waist and the back of her neck as he continued to kiss her. It was something he didn’t want to pull away from. The sensation of her lips on his and his hands on her had his heart beating a million miles per minute and the feeling itself gave him a high better than any drug ever could.

When they separated, Y/N’s gaze turned downwards, a dark blush coating her cheeks.

“I didn’t know if that was a good idea,” she admitted. “I’m hoping it was.”

Bo paused for a moment, feeling as though he was unable to speak. “I think it was,” his voice was quiet yet filled with emotion which was unusual for the man. “As long as you liked it, then I think it was, at least.”

“I did like it,”

Bo smiled, and whilst it was a small smile, it was noticeable to her.

“So did I.”

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I’m in a silly goofy mood. Here’s some merthur crack.

Nimueh is seeking her revenge on Merlin for thwarting her plans.

She sneaks into Camelot, disguised to be hidden among strangers. But to Merlin, she will appear as what his heart most desires.

Thinking it would be a beautiful woman, she lies in wait, until the manservant stumbles upon her and his eyes bug.

“Arthur, what are you doing here?! Uther will have my head if you aren’t in the-“ The manservant stops rambling and stares at Nimueh.

Nimueh, of course, is shocked. This is a plot twist.

The boy still hadn’t looked away from her eyes. Searching for something and coming up short.

“You are not Arthur.” He breathes out.

And before Nimueh can think to act on her ancient sorceress instincts, Merlin has her paralyzed and face up in a turnip cart, covered with potato sacks.

Well this is going splendidly, she thinks to herself, as she rolls to an unknown location.

Not only is the manservant desperately in love with his master, but he’s also got his wits about him enough to know the real thing when he sees it.

At this thought, she pauses. This boy must be someone. He has power and knowing that she’s never seen in a person so young. So mortal.

Eventually the cart stops and she’s tumbling out onto the floor of a very dusty apothecary.

“Merlin, what are you doing?” An older gentleman’s voice comes closer.

“Gaius, look at this and tell me what you see.”

The older man appears in sight, peering at her with a permanent quizzical brow.

“Looks nothing more than a kitchen maid. What is the meaning of this, Merlin? What have you done to the poor girl?”

“Wait, you’re telling me you’re seeing a kitchen maid and not the Prince of Camelot?”

“The Prince of-“ The old man looks to the boy “Have you injured your head today, Merlin?”

“No, Gaius. That’s what I’m telling you. When I came into the court yard after just leaving Arthur with his father, I can promise you I did not expect to see Arthur again, leaning against a wall, suddenly craving a tan.” The boy, Merlin, stares and keeps staring. “I think she’s a witch, or a sorceress.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“Well, the fact that she looks like one person to me and another to everyone else. And…I can feel it. She must be powerful, I can feel the current of energy underneath.”

The old man, ponders for a long minute.

“Do you remember the creature in the water supply? The Afanc?”

Merlin nodded.

“I told you I believed it to be the work of an ancient sorceress names Nimueh.” The woman internally gasps at her own name. “I also feared she had been keeping an eye on her attempts to destroy the Kingdom. It seems now, she knows you are responsible for her plan not taking hold.”

“You mean she did the on purpose? Came here, in broad daylight, to come after me? Dressed as the Prince of Camelot?”

He sounds hysterical. Perhaps it’s affecting his psyche. This image she’s in now.

“That part is strange.” Gaius muses still staring down at her body like it will tell them more. “You said it looked like Arthur in the court yard, how did you know it wasn’t him?”

“I don’t know.” A lie. A terrible lie, followed by his face turning bright red. She could almost laugh at the foolishness of young humans. “I just…did.”

There’s no reply for minutes.

Then Merlin speaks again.

“I say while she’s paralyzed and without her power, we dose her with a truth serum and find out what she’s doing here.”

‘Without her power’? Excuse you?

She’s only now beginning to feel it. Her magic is still there, in her core, but it’s been locked away. Covered in layers and layers of blankets. Blocked by someone else’s will. Someone with more power than they know.

Now she’s really in for it. If only she could learn to let things go.

“And what are we supposed to do if the real Arthur comes looking for you?” Gaius turns in question.

“Just tell him I’m at the tavern, he’ll never make an appearance there if he doesn’t have to.”

“What are you going to do with her when her powers do return?”

“I will wheel her into the forrest tonight. The spell should last us well past morning light.” This time, Merlin speaks to her. “I’m hoping at that point you’ll just go home and rethink your decision on murdering everyone here and destroying the kingdom.”

Then she’s in a chair, tied down with belts. They forced a tiny tube of liquid down her throat. Or more like poured it in, considering she can’t fight back.

And then they sat back on their stools, six feet away, and studied her.

“Speak.” Merlin commands, followed by a flash of golden eyes. Nimueh was beginning to understand that she didn’t have the upper hand here. Not in the slightest. Her centuries of learning are almost nothing against this boy with the magic of the earth inside him.

“That was disgusting.” Are the first words out of her mouth.

“Well it’s not supposed to be a treat.” Merlin spits. “Why are you here?”

The words come out before she can scramble for control to stop them.

“I’m here to switch a goblet in the chambers of Lord Bayard for the cursed chalice in my possession.”

“For what purpose?” Gaius demands.

“To poison the Prince. To start a war that would tear Camelot and her crown to tiny pieces.”

“Explain your appearance. Why isn’t anyone else seeing Arthur?”

“You were correct, Merlin. You were my target. The enchantment transforms me into the deepest desire of your heart. To everyone else, I was nobody, a peasant they wouldn’t waste the time to look over twice.”

The silence in the room after is deafening.

Merlin is staring at her with wide owl eyes, utterly horrified.

Gaius is looking at Merlin, perplexed.

“What- what’d- I don’t-“ comes out in a string of syllables. “That can’t possibly be.” He whimpers and then buried his head in his hands.

Poor boy.

Love is a miserable beast.

#merthur #merlin #arthur pendragon #merthur fic #crack fic #from the drafts #Nimueh is lowkey impressed #and pitying

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don't want to keep secrets just to keep you - m. mount

thank you so much for all the support in the last fic, it really meant a lot! :) gif credits to owner word count : 1.9 k

relationships can be tricky. they’re complicated enough on their own, but when one of them is a famous athlete, it’s ten times worse. it’s ten times more scrutinizing. mason was no stranger to this. he knew the struggle of trying to navigate a relationship while in the spotlight is what had caused his previous ones to end, most of the time anyway.

before, you’d had the privilege of watching each of these breakups from the sidelines. alongside the general public, you saw the invasive tabloid shots and the weekly cheating scandal headlines. unlike the general public, being masons friend gave you the inside scoop of how frustrating it was to have these flings blow up before they could turn into something serious.

but now, after years of you both denying your feelings for each other, you were finally together. and mason was going to make sure this didn’t end up like his previous romances had, you were far too important for him to lose. you were special, permanent. home. thus, you made the mutual decision to keep it a secret from the world and even your friends. it was just the wisest choice while you both learned how to handle your relationship being a topic lots of people would have opinions on.

you two had always been attached at the hip, so no one grew suspicious when your allotted hang outs grew more frequent. you were both affectionate people, so no one raised an eyebrow when you had to be touching in some way. it was a known fact that you both had been hurt in past relationships so no one questioned why you both weren’t rushing to go on dates with other people. it was all perfectly normal.

it had been infuriating having to refrain from kissing each other silly in front of others. it had been annoying having to keep sneaking over to each other's houses, making sure no one saw- especially since mason always had some mates around at his place. worst of all, it had been tiresome having to keep up this ruse in front of your friends and everyone else (mason wanted the world to know he was the one guy lucky enough to call you his own. you wanted to shout from the roofs how much space mase took up in your heart- all of it). you felt horrible lying to your loved ones, but the guilt went down a smidge when you remembered why you were doing it. when you remembered how quick things went to shit in his past relationships.

you two were about to hit the seven month mark on your relationship- setting aside the previous 4 years of friendship and a “will they, won’ they?” debate amongst your friend group. you pondered about how nothing would really change if you let your friends in on the truth, if anything they’d be relieved you finally got together. it was the people outside of your circle that worried you. you knew you’d become the main discussion in sleazy gossip magazines and new rumors about the pair of you would roll out every day. no, you didn’t want to put each other through that. you’d do it when the time was right.

“do you ever feel bad lying to the boys?”

it had been a sunny morning in london, quite unusual and quite nice. having spent the night at masons, you both woke up still in your love bubble from the previous night. standing in the kitchen, you were in charge of mixing the blueberries into the pancake batter, while he was on ‘flipping them before they burn’ duty (and he was at a 75 percent success rate).

“not really.” mason shrugged, “if i tell ben, he’ll tell conor, who’ll tell kai, who’ll tell christian, who’ll tell reece, and soon enough potter will be trying to give me dating advice. now that’s really the last thing I need. ”

you couldn’t help but laugh at that, carrying your pancake-stacked plates to the living room. after settling on which show to watch, you nestled into his side and began eating and conversing. the tv served as more of some background noise, while you basked in each others presence and caught up on life. between his training and your studies (and all then sneaking around), you’ve hardly had the time to just be together.

“we should do something today, a boyfriend-girlfriend thing.” you mused.

“a boyfriend-girlfriend thing?”

“yeah do something a normal boyfriend and girlfriend would do. every time we try, we do it ‘as friends’ or invite someone else along with us. remember how every sunday afternoon we used to go to the park and eat ice cream and just talk?”

“yeah because we were just friends, it was the only time we could really talk.” mason wondered aloud, “though it has been a while, why’d we stop doing that?”

“because we got busy doing each other.”

he snorted at that, “we could go later but honestly, im proper tired and want to stay like this a bit longer.”

“see! we’ve gotten too lazy! we opt out of a ten minute walk to the park just to stay laid up on the sofa.”

“but it’s because you look so pretty like this, you have to understand that.” mason pouts, pulling you into his lap and resting his head on your shoulder. he’s not lying, he really does think you look the prettiest when you’ve just woken up and have the sunshine hitting your face. what a view, he thinks. he’s already pulling out his phone before his mind can process what he’s doing. he just has to add this moment into the ever growing collection of pictures he has of you.

he had planned to press a kiss to your cheek but you’d had the same idea. at the last second, with both of your heads turning and no communication, the picture ends up being a blurry selfie of kissing the corner of each others lips.

“send it to me? please?” you aim for a kiss again, this time on his stubbled jaw. you think its the cutest photo. it perfectly encapsulates how blissfully happy you are in these mundane scenarios.

“mhm.” mason begins to absentmindedly tap on his phone, too busy enjoying the trail of kisses you're leaving on his face. suddenly, you feel his fingers freeze on the screen and his body tense up.

“everything okay, love?” one last kiss is placed right under his ear.

“well I definitely sent it to you.” you notice his cheeks are now turning an alarming shade of red.

“mase?” he gives no answer, eyes still glued to the screen and fingers still hovering over it. you reach for your own phone that had been discarded on the coffee table.

well shit shit shit. yeah, he had definitely sent it to you. and to ben and christian and kai and reece and thiago and conor and kepa and every other person in your 30 member group chat that had been made to plan a surprise birthday party a few weeks ago.

“mason mount! what the hell did you just do?” your body began to tense up just as he had.

“I don't know! I saw your name and just clicked on the chat. I didn’t know it was the bloody group one! this is all your fault!”

“mine?” this causes you to snap your eyes to him. the nerve of this man, you swear.

“yes, yours! this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t been kissing me. you know what it does to me, you know i'm weak to your seductions.” he adds an accusatory finger point for good measure.

before you can bite back, the photo on your screen captures your attention again. it’s all over, you mourn in your head. our peaceful little bubble has popped.

now mason feels like absolute shit, watching you stare at the phone in your hands. as if you’re staring into the void, looking at the picture you can't unsend. he kisses your bare shoulder, “i’m sorry, baby. they might not even check the chat-”

“we all check our messages,” bens voice cuts through, as him and kai walk through the doorway. “baby.”

you hide your face in the crook of masons neck, too embarrassed to exchange pleasantries. you try to bury yourself deeper into his side when you hear their snickers grow louder and an abundance of kissing noises.

“so we have some news for you guys.” mason sheepishly laughs.

“and we’re really, really sorry we didn’t tell anyone before.” you mumble from your self-exiled hiding spot.

“don’t be sorry, you just helped me win £200 from conor.” ben pats your arm as he takes a seat next to you guys.

“you were betting on us?” mason scoffs.

“conor was betting against us?” you ask, incredulously.

“no,” kai responds in a heartbeat. “he just thought it’d take another six months for mason to man up and finally tell you. you know, so we don’t have to hear him talk about how “amazing” you are the entirety of training.”

you turn your face to look at mason as kai does the finger quotes when he says “amazing”, who is now blushing harder than before. just because he tells everyone that you’re the best person he knows doesn’t mean you have to know, too.

“yeah okay, don't flatter yourself.” he mumbles, squeezing your chin.

“I can't believe they know now.” you whisper-laugh at mason, not having gotten up from his lap through this all. “how am i supposed to act like i’m too cool for you when we all hang out?”

“oh, cmon!” ben snorts. “like we never notice how you disappear together at the end of every night.”

you and mason share a look. “we didn’t realize you’d all seen that.”

“yeah, well we’ve seen it all.” kai grimaces. “including what you did in the locker room last week.”

a week had come and gone, questions had been asked from all your friends. when and how this relationship had started, had been established. the sexual questions had been asked and answered with a “fuck off” from mason. as shy as you had been, you were ready to go out and hang out with everyone, as a couple. yes, you’d been doing that for the past few months but no one had really known.

now it was okay for you two to be next to each other and touching at all times (as if you hadn’t done that already). now everyone knew you were sitting on his lap and whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears, not just as really good friends, but as a lovesick couple. now it was funny to flip everyone off when they had booed because you and mason had shared a brief kiss, once or twice or nine times.

“will you get mad if I say that i’m happy we told them?”

“we?” you lightly hit his chest. “you and your horrible attention span told them.”

“and? you still love me, anyways.”

“I tolerate you at best, mount.”

one kiss to your cheek. another kiss to the other cheek. a kiss on your nose. one more on your chin. two kisses on your cheeks again. and by the time his lips met yours, you knew you’d like to spend forever like this.

“don’t take this the wrong way, guys. we’re really happy for you but if you’re going to be like this all night, you’re not allowed to sit together anymore.”

#mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount fluff #mason mount imagine

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infiniteko · 3 months

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i too have wondered why this "subject" (for lack of a better word) has become so saturated recently. in this "process" (again, not the right word, i apologize) of stripping yourself back to zero, doesn’t the addition of more & more empty words only contradict that? if everything that could be said about this has been said already, why say more?

when i "learnt" about this, i learnt solely from you (infiniteko), realitywarpingg and a little from Ada (before they made an AI chatbot in name of the poor woman). i read just a few posts from you all and that was all i needed, i remembered mySelf permanently in no time. i did try reading a couple of books back then (Lester Levenson, Nisargadatta Maharaj) but by the time i’d reached page 5 i realized they weren’t telling me anything i didn’t know already. less truly is more. regardless, it’s nice to see this gaining in popularity, and people have shared some interesting insights… my opinion is useless and illusory. :)

anyway, thank you for turning me back to mySelf. :) you (infiniteko) are a wonderful group of people, and your simple / condensed way of speaking was perfect for my lazy and limited attention span. it was hilarious, once i saw who i was, to discover how obvious and simple it has always been. your writings (and RW’s) come as close to that simplicity as words possibly can.

—🤍🏔️🎐

Thank you 🏔️🎐-Anon! I definitely agree with everything you said. Even if people are asking more and more questions, let them ask until they're tired. They'll notice the answer themselves, there's no doubt about that. In my illusory opinion (just like yours) adding more words doesn't necessarily do what one hopes they'd do. It's becoming too saturated, too wordy. The questions are multiplying and readers are relying heavily on the same words written differently. It's a cycle. In fact, the more you read, the more confusing it gets. This might sound controversial but the more we post and the more we repeat ourselves, the more we are contributing to the endless loop of waiting-reading-asking-seeking-waiting-reading. The best I can do is reblog the things we've said but I don't see a point in saying more than what has already been said. It should be enough by now, even if the questions asked are increasing, that's between them and themselves. They'll know they can't wait forever and are forced to finally rely on themselves.

You can read as much as you want to but what's the point if you're not going to be with yourself and see all the answers were in plain sight all along?

It's been a little more than an illusory decade since I first "learned" all of this. I had no idea about Tumblr or Instagram. It didn't take a hundred posts and a dozen accounts for it to click. It took nothing but myself. In your case (🎐-Anon) it took nothing but yourself. In W's case it took nothing but herself + pondering on the few hints given to all of us.

I see many people say that they "know" that all they need is themselves yet, they wait and hope for a new post by different accounts and think that now (with one more post) it will finally make sense to them, but if you are waiting for someone to give you that insight which "will finally say you free", you can wait for all of eternity, because the only thing that can free you is your-Self, not a post or an account.

(That's just my imaginary opinion, I'm not attacking anyone and neither is Anon.)

Also, Anon, you used a wind chime emoji🎐, do you prefer high or low tones? :)

#ask

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mariondeux · 1 year

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DAY TWENTY TWO ; BONDAGE | Rei Sakuma

CW ; NSFW, ropes, injuries, non-con(?), predator-prey themes, rough sex

WORD COUNT ; 292

PAIRING ; Rei Sakuma x GN!Reader

As the hard, taut rope brushed against you, your skin began to burn. You screamed in between groans; that was bound to leave a mark.

Even if his prized prey suffered scrapes or bruises, the vampire on top of you didn't give a damn; in fact, it simply made this more thrilling. He pulled at the rope that surrounded your body, bringing you closer to him while spearing you on his erect cock. Eyes fixed on the worn-out rope damaging your body, he hummed.

"Shall I make it tighter? Rei rasped in your ear, his fingertips lightly trailing up and down your arm, staring at the terrible color growing underneath, "I think you'd look perfectly gorgeous with permanent marks on your spotless body.” Your ass was pulled up into the air as the vampire flattened your chest on the red velvet mat. He effortlessly pushed his cock back inside of you, the blood from your insides perfectly coating him. He was almost tempted to stop fucking you so he could lick up your hole.

“Please.. Just stop and let me go..” You sobbed haltingly, your legs shaking as you fought to keep your body upright. If this continued, you swore you would pass out on the floor, but you didn't want to enrage the vampire.

Rei seemed to be pondering your pleading as he hummed. The only indication that he wasn't being serious was the way his thrusts continued to get crazier.

“If you carry on with your needless pleas I’ll only be rougher with you, darling.” He let out a dry chuckle as he held your hips in the air for him to fuck into. “Or would you rather I suck the blood out of you till you have nothing left?”

TAGLIST ; @exhokai @shuvies @venniin @4kumaa @ambassadoro @noahrandom @1694 @ajaints @berrycolaa @twst-rui @kytesakuma @secretivemessenger

#cw noncon #cw blood #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x y/n #ensemble stars x you #enstars #rei sakuma x reader #rei sakuma #rei sakuma x reader smut

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astrolo-t · 2 years

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Fun & Games

Pairing: Ellie x Reader

Word Count: 3k~

Warnings: MDNI!!!, Cursing, Smutty smut smut, Fingering, Oral, Ellie Receiving, Very mouthy reader, ummm ya :D

A/N: Will probably rewrite later but! I promised myself I would post this today.

What had happened was....I read this very nasty sapphic book, Tryst Six Venom, and I could not stop imagining reader and Modern AU!Ellie in this very predicament of hatred fueled by sexual tension. I know nothing about lacrosse so everything is super vague in that regard…but none of us are here for accurate lacrosse vocabulary :) This is nasty so enjoy that <3

It wasn’t your team's first loss, and it wouldn’t be your last. Part of being a good team captain for the lacrosse team was making sure they understood that fact, while also making sure they understood where they went wrong so you could avoid it happening again. During your team meeting after the game, you point out things you’d noticed while out on the field, things you all could improve upon. Truthfully, everyone could’ve been better, including yourself. Knowing this, you don’t make the effort to single anyone out.

Well, no one except her.

“And Ellie?” You start sweetly, “Tonight was unacceptable. Your position isn’t permanent. Remember that.”

And with that you continue talking to the rest of the girls, your seed planted and growing rapidly. Out of the corner of your eyes you can see Ellie’s eyes have narrowed, looking at you with unbridled rage from her place on a bench in the corner of the locker room. You finish your pep talk, and dismiss the rest of the girls. After they’ve filed out of the locker room Ellie’s glare intensifies, her eyes on you, absolutely seething. Just how you wanted her. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?”

“We all make mistakes, Ellie.” You offer with a shrug, feigning disinterest, “Just gotta own it.” You make quick work of packing up your bag, and though you pretended to be the perfect picture of unbothered, truly you were relishing in how easy it was to get her riled up.

“No you made a mistake. It was a bad. fucking. play.” Ellie growls out, “You fucked it up Captain - plain and simple.”

You cock your head to one side and briefly pretend to ponder this. Well, she was right, of course. But you’d never admit that. Why would you, when it was so fun watching her get worked up like this? She’s still sweating from running up and down the field, and the cut of the uniform allows you the tiniest peek at her collarbones. Half of her hair is pulled into the messiest bun as per usual and several strands of her hair cling to the side of her face and forehead. Her green eyes are dark, clouded with rage and hatred and you’d be damned if she ever looked at anyone else like this. No, this look was just for you. “Are you kidding? Sweetie, you hogged the ball and then froze at the last second. Choked up as per fucking usual. ”

Ellie huffs out a breath and you can see her trying not to lose her shit. If she can tell that you’re goading her, she doesn’t say so, at least not yet. Instead, she simply gets up and slings her backpack over one shoulder and for a moment you think you’ve lost her. Despite your inner panic, you offer her a bright smile as she stalks toward you. Just as she’s about to walk past, she leans down until her mouth is level with your ear and says with complete confidence, “You’re so delusional and so fucking desperate for my attention, it’s sad.”

Your smile fades as you flinch away from her, meeting her eyes with a steely gaze you scoff, “Don't flatter yourself, I have no interest in an always stoned, future washed-up athlete and college dropout.”

Ellie makes a face as if she’s contemplating that information. “Pretty good. How about this - I have no interest in a stuck up, repressed bitch.”

Your hands move before you even register that they had, and soon you have Ellie backed against a set of lockers, one hand on her arm and the other curled around her neck. Repressed? No. No, no, no. You didn’t want Ellie. Not like that. No, you just enjoyed toying with her, watching how fast you could get the hot head’s face to contort into something else, something more dark and sinister. Hand around her neck, you watch the way she swallows and then licks at her lips nervously. The sight of the pink muscle brings your attention to her mouth and you briefly lock eyes with her before moving your thumb so that it drags over her bottom lip. Not for the first time you think about what it’d be like to kiss her. Would her lips be as soft as they felt under your fingertips? Would she lick and bite at your lips or better yet would you let her? Or would you make her beg? Beg to touch you, and for you to touch her.

The sound of the locker room door opening and closing has you jumping away from Ellie and snatching up your bag. As you brush past one of your teammates, you make the attempt to rationalize what had just happened. You knew that you didn’t like girls, not that you found anything wrong with it. That just wasn’t you. And even if you did, you certainly did not like Ellie. She just…confused you sometimes. Mostly made you angry.

That was it.

But later, when you retire to your dorm for the night, showered and in bed, maybe when you’re alone with your thoughts and restless hands, you recount that moment with Ellie and wonder just what would've happened had someone not walked in. You think of how she didn’t make any attempt to pull away from you, instead almost went slack in your hands. You remember her pulse quickening in the palm of your hand, racing just as fast as yours had been. You remember her eyes, and the way they had watched you, waiting for what you'd do next.

And in the darkness with your blankets pulled up over your chin, maybe you admit to yourself that you wanted her like that again.

Ellie POV

Dorm parties were never Ellie’s thing but after some coercion for Dina and the whole locker room interaction she figures it’d be an opportunity to blow off some steam. She’s standing in the kitchen leaning against the counter sipping on a drink and maybe she looks a little awkward in her basketball shorts and dirty sneakers but it’s never stopped her from pulling before. So far no one had caught her interest which was unfortunate but the night was still young. Her green eyes scan the room for prospects and also to make sure one very specific individual didn’t show up. Dina had promised, had literally swore on her and Jessie’s first born child that you would not be at this party tonight. Apparently, you had told Dina you had to come up with new plays that “Ellie will be able to actually execute”.

Bitch.

She recounts how you’d pushed her into the locker and to her surprise you were much stronger than you looked. Those team gym days apparently had left you with a lot more strength than she thought and maybe she thought of all the ways she could test that hidden strength of yours, off the field.

Ellie winces at her own train of thought because fuck no, she shouldn’t even entertain the thought. You’d been horrible to her, ever since she’d joined the team. Always saccharine sweet to everyone else and yet towards Ellie you quickly turned sour. She could never figure out what it was exactly that she did to deserve your treatment of her but she quickly decided she didn’t actually care. Whatever your reasons were, if you were going to treat her like shit then Ellie was prepared to dish it right back.

There was one thing she did give some thought to however. And if she was truly being honest with herself, she gave it quite a lot of thought. For someone who claimed to be straight, the way you looked at her sometimes was...confusing to say the least. Sometimes in the locker room Ellie would catch you staring momentarily, and you’d immediately look away sometimes with a gentle flush to your cheeks. And Ellie was no fool, she knew that look. She’d given that look to plenty of women and had been on the receiving end of it. It was one usually followed by fun and mostly debaucherous activities.

Those rare moments where she’d caught you staring in combination with your actions threw her. The two sides of you seemed to be completely opposite to one another. Every time she was somewhat close to figuring it out you were interrupted, much like the whole locker room situation from earlier.

A hand on her bicep reminds Ellie of the mission in mind. It’s one of your teammates, Michelle. She was the only one who seemed to acknowledge the way you singled Ellie out. That probably had something to do with her being very attracted to Ellie but that was neither here nor there. The point was Ellie liked her and they got along.

And maybe, Ellie thinks as her eyes quickly give her a once over before smiling at her, she finds her very attractive as well.

“Surprised you came out tonight. After y/n called you out in front of everyone like that.”

“M’ used to it.”

“I know it wasn’t your fault we lost. You’re literally the best player on our team.” She leans in close and Ellie knows what she’s doing and is not opposed to it in the slightest. Michelle had the most perfect body, carved out after numerous games and training. Her skin was smooth, soft. And her eyes, god, her eyes were beautiful. They reminded her a lot of y/n’s.

Y/N POV

You had literally been here for less than 10 minutes when you spotted the two of them in the kitchen. Michelle is leant in, laying it on thick you’re certain. Her enormous crush on Ellie was not a secret in the slightest amongst the team. And Ellie she’s…smiling? Laughing even. Why was she looking at her like that? She never looked at you like that??

Maybe because you’ve never actually given her a reason to?

Without thinking you march over to the two of them, “Michelle! Just the person I was looking for!”

She turns to look at you, and you can see the disappointment play out over her expression, quickly disguised by a mask of joy.

“Captain, I’m glad you came out tonight.”

I bet you are.

Offering her a big smile you chirp, “I think after today we could all use a little fun .... Speaking of which, I heard Dina say she needs another player for truth or dare. You should go join, Michelle.”

“Actually Ellie and I-”

“Now.”

With frown she pushes off the counter, sparing one last glance at Ellie. “You got it, captain.”

“Was that necessary?” Ellie grumbles, starting to take another drip from the red solo cup in hand.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You snatch the drink from Ellie’s hand, gulping down the entire thing in one go.

Ellie watches you, not bothering to hide her obvious disdain…even as her eyes wander down the length of your neck,“Y/n…I don’t know what game you’re playing here but-”

“Come over tonight?” You breathe out as you set the cup down. Ellie does a double take, seeming just as surprised as you felt. You tuck your hair behind your ears nervously, and then cross your arms because you have no idea what to do with them at this point. Why in the actual fuck did I say that?

“I just thought you might want to go over some plays I came up with….you know because you need the most help.” You blurt out, hoping to diffuse the situation. Coming up with plays at midnight. Yea Y/n. Real fucking smooth.

Ellie, at a loss for words, opens her mouth, only to close it again.

“Show up or don’t.” You say quickly, slight irritation present in your voice due to her lack of response. “You can always get back to…Michelle.”

With that you storm out leaving Ellie the ever confused lesbian behind you.

You were pacing back in forth in your dorm room, wondering why the ever loving fuck you said that to her. You didn’t have any goddamn plays to show her. Nothing related to lacrosse anyways. Fuck, she probably just went to find Michelle right now. They’re probably making out or worse! Ellie probably took her back to-

A few taps at your door breaks you from your spiral. And without even checking to see who it is, you open the door.

Ellie stands there, pulling at her fingers the way she does when she’s nervous. Without thinking you yank her inside by her shirt pushing her up against the door.

Stopping to stare at her you almost plead, “Tell me this is a bad idea. Tell me to stop and that…you don’t want this. Tell me you don't want m-uump!”

Ellie cuts you off, closes the distance between your lips. You kiss her back in earnest, loving the way she absolutely melts and goes slack against you. Her lips are soft and sweet, tasting just like the cocktail you’d stolen from her earlier. Ellie’s hands find your waist, digging in before traveling lower and lower. You break away, snatching at her hands before pushing them up against the door. Ellie actually groans, frustrated at no longer being able to touch you.

“No touching allowed.”

She frowns at that and you begin pulling her in by the drawstrings of her shorts. Pushing her down onto the bed, you climb up to sit in her lap. With your right hand, you caress her cheeks, just like you did in the locker room, and run your thumb across her bottom lip.

“Are we doing this or not?” She huffs out, those green eyes leering at you, “I’m sick of playing these games with you.”

“Oh Ellie,” You say with a coy smile, “I think you’re going to like this one.”

You lean down as if to kiss her, but instead move just past her lips and latch onto her neck. Mouthing down her neck you find a spot you like, licking over it and then sucking. Ellie moans below you, lifting her hips feebly to create some sort of friction and failing. “Mmm, you gotta be patient dear. Good girls get rewarded.”

The condescending tone of your voice, absolutely pisses her off and yet…she listens. Because despite everything, yes, she wants to be good. She wants to be good for you. You kiss down to her collarbones, sucking and leaving marks along the way. After making quick work of Ellie’s shirt and sports bra, you drink in the sight of her bare skin. The sight fills your head with all sorts of intrusive thoughts of the debaucherous kind.

“What if I…what if I just bit you here?” You murmur as you caress the spot just above her breast. Not waiting for an answer you bite down, loving the way Ellie’s body immediately responds, gasping, hips lifting involuntarily once more. You lick over the bite mark before moving to kiss her again, sucking at her lips, loving how needy the girl beneath you was becoming. So pliant and sweet, the contrast between her and the girl you went toe to toe with on a daily basis almost gives you whiplash. You take pity on her and lodge your thigh in between her legs. Ellie immediately grinds down, moaning into your mouth due to the pressure against her center that was so good and yet not enough.

“Feels good?” You mumble into her neck even though you know the answer. The tiny puffs of breath and gasps in your ear letting you know just how good it felt. Your hands tease at the waistband of her shorts before you make the decision that Ellie should be rid of them completely. She all too happily helps you remove them along with her positively soaked underwear.

“Yes, yes, you feel so fucking good just-” She breaks off into a deep moan as you run your fingers over her slit. God she was so fucking wet, you could barely contain your own groan at how slick and soft she felt on your fingertips “Yea Williams? How long have you wanted this huh?”

“I think the better question is how long have you wanted this. Eye fucking me in the locker room, riling me up on purpos-haah! Fuck–” You swipe your fingers over her clit, once and then twice before settling into a rhythm, circling the nub in small, tight circles. The wetness from her cunt makes it all too easy to work her over, and the action has Ellie positively keening, the sensation causing her to dig her fingers in where they lay on your shoulders.

That feeling doesn’t last long though, not with how slow you start going. And Ellie knows you’re doing that shit on purpose. She knows you want her to beg, wants her to tell you exactly what she wants. If for no other reason than to embarrass her like always. She couldn’t come like this, she needed more, needed you inside.

Sensing Ellie’s increasing frustration in her whimpers you ask innocently, “What is it?” You peck the brunette gently on her lips. Ellie’s eyes harden at you, but her voice betrays her, the small “please” coming out more needy than she intended for it to.

“Come on, show me baby,” Your fingers tease at her sopping wet entrance. “Show me how you want me to fuck you.”

Ellie visibly shivers at your words and without leaving your eyes, she directs your hand a bit lower, “Your fingers, put them inside.” Her voice has taken on a huskier tone, doing nothing to hide her desire, desire that made her green eyes swirl with something deep and dark. Your fingers, first one and then a second, slip inside her with ease. The action has Ellie moaning loudly despite herself at the welcome intrusion. “Yes - fucking fuck me just like that.”

You giggle, almost crazed, amazed by how tight and soft she is inside. You curl those fingers, stroking at her walls inside, feeling her cunt pulsing around your fingers. She moans brokenly beneath you, the sound spurring you to go deeper, give her more,“Wow El, already?”

“God - even now your such a fucking bitch.” Her voice has taken on a high lilt and you know she’s close. Your hand itches to lightly smack her but that was a kink that you’d have to discuss with her. If you ever did this again. God, did you hope there’d be an again.

“That's cute considering how I’ve got you squeezing my hand right now.” Your thumb swipes across her clit as you increase your pace, the small change that has Ellie rolling her hips until she is almost riding your hand.

“Gonna make yourself cum all over my hand? Yea?” You call to her in a voice you barely recognize as your own. Instead of answering, Ellie kisses you to shut you up, shivering as she cums all over your fingers. She moans into your mouth as your fingers fuck her through the orgasm, prolonging it. Finally, the brunette grabs your wrist, the pleasure teetering on the edge of too much.

You pull away from her lips to stare at her. Freckled cheeks flushed a pretty pink, her lips parted still making the attempt to catch her breath and her eyes. Her blissed out, hooded gaze meets yours straight on, open, vulnerable. The sight makes you look away, uncomfortable, but not upset. That was a new look. You quickly decided you never wanted her to look at anyone like that, either.

Slowly, as not to hurt her, you remove your fingers from her pussy. You bring them to your mouth for a taste, before deciding to lick them clean. You hear Ellie groan at the site, and you grin, rushing over to plant your lips on hers. She kisses you back, but still manages to complain, “Shit - you’re fucking disgusting.”

You laugh and kiss her again, before you run your fingers over her sensitive folds “I want to taste you here too, El.” Ellie meets your gaze, unsure but also full of an uncured desire, “Have you done that before?”

Instead of answering, you travel downwards, kissing her pale thighs, toned from numerous practices and team workouts. You resist the urge to bite into them, instead you place a sweet kiss on her swollen clit. You wouldn't make her work so hard for this one. “You’ve been so good for me. So sweet and good.” You whisper from between her thighs.

Ellie's body shivers at the praise because secretly that was literally all she ever wanted from you, your approval. And Ellie decided that if this was the way she could have it, she'd be more than content with that.

You lick tentatively down her slit at first, letting your tongue linger on her clit before you carefully suck the pearl between your lips. Ellie gasps, body trembling from beneath you and you have to grab her hips pressing them into the mattress to keep her from moving.

Her hand combs through your hair before gripping tighter when she feels your tongue slip inside. From above you hear her gasping out one expletive after another as she rolled her hips, chasing the pleasure only you could give her.

Ellie’s back arches as she moans deep in her throat, and you know she is going to come. Feeling her grinding against your tongue you can't help but to groan into her cunt, loving the way she responds to the vibrations with a long drawn-out moan. Ellie covers her face with her arm as she finally peaks once more. Gasping out your name, she comes for the second time that night. You lick at her wetness until she ultimately pushes you away, with a noncommittal “Fucking hell - no more.”

After she finally begins to catch her breath Ellie finally says, “I had my suspicions...but honestly this whole time I thought you were straight.”

“Yea, well you and me both….maybe I have been a bit repressed. And a bitch.”

Ellie hums, before suddenly sitting straight up, “Wait a goddamn minute. You fucked me like that for your first time????”

You rub the side of your neck avoiding her eyes, “I mean, I know what I like so…” You look at her and offer a shrug.

Ellie’s green eyes darken again, “Show me.”

#tia wrote something wow #ellie williams x reader #tlou 2 #ellie williams smut #ellie the last of us #tlou #the last of us 2 #ellie williams #ellie x reader #the last of us #ellie imagine

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tinynightmarewoman · 2 months

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I don't know about you lot but I honestly would be left absolutely baffled if I was to sign my face off to be used in TDPA games or just any game like that, that uses face models!

Like, do you think these guys ever actually think about what their faces are being used for? You think the face of Salim is sat at his dinner table eating and pondering the fact his face has been seen and played by millions? You think the face model for Taylor and Clarice and shit is ever sat on her couch knowing that people have got her ass killed thousands of times? You think the guy behind Charlie is ever struck with the realisation that his face also belongs to characters that probably sound and act nothing like himself and yet are his spitting image? You think the face for John and folks is going about his business knowing that he's the literal face of H.H. Holmes in this random game series he gave his face to?

Because I would... A lot actually! Kudos to these people because I would be struck with this permanent feeling of bafflement and awe knowing my face is just immortalised in a game series where millions of people have total control over whether I live or die gruesomely. Having the ability to pick up a game and play a character with My face and MY body yet sounds nothing like me, acts nothing like me, hell even dresses nothing like me AND have the choice over if I live or die??!! That is such a surreal thought to me, I could be entirely wrong but DAMN!

#dark pictures anthology #the dark pictures anthology #the dark pictures anthology little hope #the dark pictures anthology man of medan #the dark pictures anthology house of ashes #the dark pictures anthology the devil in me

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Censored Release- part 2

I simply watch you, fascinated. Within 10 seconds you were so lost in the pixels on the screen that you seemed to forget I was there.

“I can’t figure out what’s exciting you more pet” my voice cut through the room, overpowering the previous sound of you desperately pulling away at my dickie, “being allowed to please my pathetic little cock or the fact that you’re so willingly degrading yourself being so horny over pixels..”

You hand freezes for just a second, as you’re processing the truth you’re now having to face, not even sure which was more exciting for you. Was it finally being allowed to feel some pleasure or was it the horrible humiliation of knowing you’re so eagerly fapping to mere pixels on a screen?

You ponder for a few seconds, losing your thoughts briefly as you got distracted by the uncensored feet on the screen in front of you, feeling my desperate beta dickie swelling in your hand.

“I think it’s both Goddess” you say as quietly as you can, hoping I wouldn’t hear.

All these thoughts; the humiliation, the undeniable horniness, the addiction you’re forming for pixels, the growing temptation to start begging me to permanently deny you of any female nudity, the fact whenever you see a pretty lady in public all you want to do is advert your gaze and find somewhere private so you can look at censored porn.. the overwhelming, undeniable need to go deeper into your dedication for censored porn, your head starts to spin as all the thoughts throw themselves through your mind and your hips start thrusting with your movements as you feel your pleasure building, your breathing starts to speed up as your thoughts begin to take control.

“Easy there pet, you don’t want it to be over too quickly do you?” my voice pulls you back to reality just enough to regain control of yourself.

“No, Goddess” you reply meekly, removing your hand and leaving your thrusts to throw themselves into nothing, unable to control your voice and letting out a small groan of frustration as you feel my little dick twitching as it’s left untouched.

“Well, it looks like you’re craving some edging today beta, I want at least 10 before I’ll even consider allowing you to let my pathetic cock shoot its load. If you even want a chance of that, you’d better start showing Mistress just how desperate you are to cum from looking at these pixels.”

You feel your cheeks blushing again and a heat spreading across your face as you realise the truth is that you want nothing more than to worship censored photos. You know you’re undeserving of a ladies divine parts and that to reduce yourself to looking at censored women will always be able to get my dick harder than tits or pussy ever could. This is what you want and need and accepting that is the biggest turn on for my pathetic beta dick.

You feel my breathe on the back of your neck sending shivers down your spine, bringing you back to the room and your current situation, even just the thought of it all making my little cock pulse and twitch.

“Still 9 more to go pet, chop chop.”

“Yes My Queen” you manage in a whisper, wondering how the hell you’re going to manage 9 more edges when my dick is so sensitive just holding it brings you back to the edge and you can’t help but let out a moan as you start stroking my sensitive little cock again.

#bd/sm mistress #goddess #bd/sm dom #beta faggot #beta sissy #beta boi #submisive sissy #bd/sm goddess #beta slave #sub boi #queen rose writing

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Be careful who you bring home: Morpheus x OC PART 2

You asked for it and I promised to write, so enjoy a little preview of part 2 to this story.

I got a feeling this will not end here.

Special dedication goes to @mypsychoticlove who accused me of teasing :D

“You seem distracted today.”

“Distracted?” I scoffed in denial “you think. I am completely focused.”

“Mhm, sure” Raynor clicked her pen and wrote something down

“Oh, come on, doctor.” I throw my hands in the air in utter annoyance “is that what they teach you in your psychology school? How to make a patient impatient? Pun intended.”

“If you have something to say now would be a good time”

“Fine” apparently crossing my arms was not a good enough sign of my internal thought “I think this is a complete waste of time. What do I have to do to get clearance and get back on field?”

“The same thing as everyone else. Talk. “

“I believe we are talking?” slight tilt of head was indication of irony, but Raynor either didn’t catch that or decided to ignore me, one way or another her watchful gaze was becoming a bit intimidating “Oh, give me a break” I surrendered and looked down first.

“ I heard from a good source that you got yourself a pet lately.”

“What?” well that was a surprise “Who told you?!”

“So it’s true?” well played, doctor, I fell right into your trap.

“No. Of course not. It was just a stray cat. Nothing permanent. My niece insisted on taking him home.”

“I see.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“I don’t know. It’s your office, I’m your patient. Is I see all you can say now?”

“It’s your time, agent. Your chance to talk to me, not the other way round.”

“Ok” I nodded my head, pondering “Can I ask you a question, then?"

“That’s unusual, but go on.”

“Who the fu….”

“Language, agent!”

“Who the fuck told you about me taking home an animal?” Screw the language. I’m already on the psychologist’s couch and apparently her job is to fix me so let her do that fully.

“I already told you, it does not matter.”

“It matters to me!”

“So you can find that person and do what?”

“Have a little conversation how rude it is to talk about other people behind their backs.”

“Conversation, hmm? Like you had a conversation with Barton?”

“That was different. We were at training!”

“Of course you were. You know, maybe getting an animal is a bad idea for you after all. You would kill the poor being within two days time.”

“You wanna bet on that, doc?” I knew what she was playing now. The inverted logic was quite popular technique and I knew it well enough from SHIELD interrogations, being the one who used it.

“Yes, in fact I do. “

***

„I’m telling you, boss….”

„This discussion is over, Matthew.”

“But I think….”

“Enough of it. I am not going back to cat form.”

“Well I think it’s worth a shot.” Third voice, far more cheerful than the previous two, came into the discussion

“sister” Dream sighed heavily, feeling like she might want to push him into doing something he would not like.

“hello, brother” she grinned “I heard about your little adventure.”

“Who told you?!” the younger endless raised his gaze and eyed Matthew with a warning

“Doesn’t matter. What matters is that you get to see human interacting with animals. This should have been good to you. Most of them become more … gentle with pets.”

“I don’t see where you are going with this, sister.”

“Oh, you are a terrible liar, Dream. You know exactly what point I’m trying to make here. You need to explore more of the world in your cat form.”

“no.”

“you are taking this way too serious. Come on, Dream. Live a little. Life is full of surprises and you don’t have to be moody and sulking all the time. Come on” she nudged her brother’s arm “I’m telling you….” She flashed a smile again

“You two are unbearable.” He muttered

“So, think about it” Death took his arm and forced him to start walking with her “if you do, we won’t have to have this talk again. Doesn’t that sound good.”

“It does.”

“Why do I feel there’s a but coming?”

“But I don’t believe you would not talk about it again.”

“come on, boss, we promise, don’t we, Lady Death. And who knows, maybe you will enjoy this so much that…..”

“Enough, Matthew” Morpheus stopped abruptly and his Raven, who was flying close behind nearly bumped into his back. “I shall not listen to my subject.”

“Well that was painful. Remember who helped you get out of hell, boss.”

“That I do. But is does not give you any power, whatsoever.”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake, Dream. Why can’t you just listen to your friend?” Death asked shaking her head in disbelief over her brother’s stubbornness. He already opened his mouth to interrupt her train of thoughts, but she was quick to continue “yes, Dream, a friend, but we all know you are in denial. However, if you cannot bear the thought of listening to Matthew, how about you listen to me, hm? I’m older, wiser and more experienced with humanity. Oh, and did I mention, older? “

“Twice.”

“That’s good enough of an argument” she shrugged “you want to bet you will like it, Dream?”

“I made a bet with you once” he reminded, his voice turning lower than usual.

“And you loved and still do love every second of it” she raised her hands stopping him from talking again “even if you will never admit it. So, how’s its gonna be?”

***

The second I left Raynor’s office I started to regret making that bet. Damn my stubbornness and tendency to prove people wrong. Some may say that was a bit of a masochism and ironically the source of this self-torture was my psychologist. Ha, ha, ha, laughing hard. In case you didn’t catch that it was high and thick irony. Now, I had to get myself a pet and take care of it for a while without making any part of this relationship go crazy. But how the hell am I supposed to do that. In my life I did not have much experience with the animals, blame the line of work. SHIELD was not really a pet-friendly environment. Ok, fine, there were some rumors about Fury and some cat named Goose but a cosmic being cannot be counted as a home pet. Maybe we should rank Spider-man or Ant-man as ones. But seriously, cats and dogs and even hamsters or parrots I knew were messy, loud and joyful animals, none of this trait appealing to me. The cat Jemma found yesterday was seemingly different but it’s not like I can summon him to me again.

“Shit!” I muttered to myself or at least I thought so.

“Look who’s here!” a familiar face came into my view.

“Oh, hello, Sam. Wonderful to see you, falcon” I grinned, sudden animal though coming into my head.

“Is it? “ he frowned and took a step back “I hate it when you smile like that.”

“Like what” I took a step forward, ready to make a dance.

“Like crazy. Seems like Raynor is failing on her job again. The same was with Buck.”

“One soul gazing exercise and you call him by nickname?” my raised eyebrows made Sam realize he made a mistake and said too much “what’s next? Gossiping about girls?”

“Actually….”

“you know what, I don’t want to know. What are you doing here, Sam?”

“What do you mean, it’s a park. Everyone can walk in the park.” Suddenly he became a bit defensive

“Mhm, right, sure. But what I found suspicious is that you live on the other side of the city and you have three others park nearby, so why this one?”

“I like this one.”

“Since when?” I insisted

“Since one of my friends lives here.”

“Sam…..”

“What?”

“Why are you spying on me?”

“What?” he shrieked and then coughed and then scoffed “Why would I do that?”

“You just affirmed it.”

“I did not……”

“Cut the crap, Sam. Tell me ….. oh, wait” sudden realization dawned on me “it was you. Shit, Sam.”

“You are not making any sense, agent.”

“what happened to friend?” I mocked “I’m going to ask you one question. Did. You. Tell. Raynor. About . The cat. I. Took. Home?” Since I made every word a sentence it was my chance to take a step closer toward him with every other one. Now I was standing impossibly close to him, looking straight into his eyes with my most intimidating look.

“Damn! You act like Buck, ekhem I mean Barnes now. Is that what they teach you to become and agent?”

“Well I learned it in the process, yes. That’s something you could use as well. Now, answer the question.”

“Fine, fine! I told her, but only because I’m worried about you, ok? I mean how would you react upon seeing someone you care about running around a park and taking stray cats home?”

“That is not what happened!”

“I did not say that was what happened. But it might. In the future. If we don’t act now.”

“Sam…” I rubbed my forehead in disbelief.

“What? I am worried about you, really. And I do want to help you. Missions without you are not the same. I miss your sarcasm and teaming up.”

“You know I appreciate it, really do. But why didn’t you come to me in the first place?”

“Would you listen?”

“Hmmm” I wondered about the answer “Probably not, but….” There was something on my right, a small, black, furry shape. It could not be……

“What is it?” Sam followed my gaze.

“It’s nothing. And I’m fine. I gotta go Sam. See you soon” I walked away from my friend trying to test a crazy theory.

“This girl is crazy.” Sam muttered to himself, shaking head.

***

Third person POV

“Oh no, it’s him again” she thought upon spotting a familiar figure.

“Oh no, it’s her again” meowpheus thought at the same moment.

Dream should have known better, because where else could have they spotted the girl once more if not in the park that was nearest to her apartment. As for her, she couldn’t have known that, but her park was the only place Morpheus knew so far so the chances of meeting again was 100%.

As their gazes met, she knew there was something different about this animal, however not sure what. But the way he was moving around like he owned the place, the way he was avoiding people and, god forbid, kids, but not hiding was not a typical animal behavior. It was more humane.

“Are you stalking me?” she whispered in his direction.

Do you think yourself so special? You are just a human.

***

I am going crazy. I hear a cat talking to me. Yes, I’m mental. Maybe if it was the first time I would let it pass, blaming the stress, anxiety, lack of sleep and hundreds different reasons, but it was happening again. Maybe I was dealing with some demon. Or even the devil himself. Or a familiar of some witch…..

Not quite so much.

“Ah!” I almost jumped because of that little inside voice. Girl, get yourself together! You are an agent. You though criminals, villains and aliens and now a cat makes you doubt yourself?

Are you scared?

“What? No!” I scoffed. It was an instinctive answer, but what seemed natural to me was not like that from other people view. Of course they did not hear the cat so in their opinion I was talking to myself. To make it just a bit better I quickly put out my phone pretending I was talking thought the headset but they were still gazing at me suspiciously. Ok, now I gotta get out of this place. I rushed towards the gate, steady but quickly in my best intention to get home, but the cat followed me like a shadow.

Wait.

Just ignore him.

I think we can both use each other’s help.

A cat’s help. Right. Keep walking.

Wait!

Now he was not just talking, he was commanding and I was forced to stop and turn around since sudden darkness and coldness crept inside me. I was looking at the cat and he clearly was looking at me.

You are troubled. Now I remember your dreams.

I’m sorry, what now?

I know you.

That was not creepy at all.

And I hold power over your sleeping hours, so you will listen to me.

I raised an eyebrow in mocking expression and crouched next to him.

“You are a cat. How can you possibly command me this way?” I whispered “if anything it’s the other way round. I could do anything to you.”

You would not dare touching me.

“Really? Let’s see about that” I reached for him and before he could break away I was already holding him close “not so combative, now, are you?” I teased.

Put me down, immediately!

“Let me think about it…. No. Now I am in control. And I will not let go until you explain yourself. Who the hell are you, because you are not an animal?”

I do not need to…..

“I think you do ….From what I remember you are not a great fan of being embellished. You remember my niece? Wonderful girl. She loves pink and she loves glitter . And so it happens I can call her anytime and invite her in….”

Stop it

“did I mention she loves animals?’

Stop it!

“Explain. Actually, don’t. Not here. Let’s get to my apartment and then we’ll….. um, talk, I guess.

If only the poor girl knew who she was taking home……

@somest1 @pinksirensong

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eris-snow · 10 months

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𝐈 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲

Tags: Deku's birthday series 2023, izuku x fem!reader

Izuku's birthday is always bittersweet. No matter how much you wish, the outcome is the same. He'll always forget you.

I’ve heard that exact phrase from you 7 times.

Izuku stares at the note and frowns, trying to work out the implications of your words as he examines the post-it note on his door.

This is obviously a reply to his previous note about his birthday.

Do you know his birthday already? Since when? Did someone tell you?

His eyebrows knitted themselves together as he pondered more.

What do you mean by 7 times, then?

His frown etches deeper.

And how could you know a phrase he’s only said once?

On the 15th of July, 6 years ago, Izuku had been hit by a quirk. Although, with the damage it did to your relationship with your former best friend, the word ‘curse’ seemed to suit it much better.

“It’s an annual occurrence. After each cycle, in this case, each year, his memory would be wiped off you.” The doctor’s words were hazy in your ten-year-old mind, but they’d reverberated off the walls of your head each time his birthday drew near.

“At the stroke of midnight marking the start of the 16th of July, your face will be erased from his consciousness. In each memory, each picture he remembers, every thought he’s ever had of you in that one-year timeframe, you will disappear.” The doctor had put it quite bluntly after your insistent “Tell me, I can handle it!”s. He’d asked your mother to leave the room and had taken you at your word, explaining the painful consequence of the quirk accident.

You had to stop the tears from watering up in your eyes.

“So Izuku doesn’t know me anymore?” You whispered, tears almost bubbling over.

“He doesn’t,” The doctor confirmed. He kneeled down, looking at you at eye level. “The man’s quirk is called Wipe. Say he puts his quirk on Person A. He gets to scan Person A’s memory and choose whoever he wants from his victim’s memories to erase every year. In Izuku’s case, he chose you.”

“Why did I get chosen?” Your voice cracked, a tear sliding down your cheek. You didn’t ask for this. You were a good friend, a good child! Izuku and you were going to U.A. together, and you were going to become heroes together so come on, this can’t happen!

“Can’t we reverse this?”

You didn’t deserve this! You wanted to protest.

The doctor smiled at you, and even though you knew you asked for this you felt like punching him in the face.

“We’ll do our best to find out,” he assured you.

They did not find out.

In fact, everyone around you had accepted that the entire situation was a cold trail, and that the effects of the quirk were permanent since the villain was so tight-lipped about it, and had nothing further to say on the matter.

Even you were starting to lose faith in him too.

Glance at your phone, your eyes trace the date as if it had killed your pet dog. It’s that time of the year again.

The start of every July.

It’s always a bittersweet one because it’s the time when Izuku is the most comfortable with you, while you’re left to count down the days until Izuku’s memories are wiped again.

Izuku catches a glance of you as he enters the gym after his morning run. You both have a silent agreement to have breakfast together every Sunday, and Izuku always knows where to find you on a Sunday morning. He smiles when he sees you on the treadmill, taking you in with a fond gaze before he calls you out like every week before.

“Hey, Starlight?”

You snap out of your thoughts at the sound of your nickname, almost falling face-first on the treadmill when the green-haired wielder of One For All decides to pop up right next to you like a Jack in the Box.

Steadying yourself, you slow down the pacing of the machine, still panting from the running and the minor heart attack. “In all that is holy, what the hell was that, ‘Zuku!” you bite back, easing yourself off the treadmill.

The teen has the audacity to crack up, laughing so innocently like he didn’t almost just give you a concussion. You’re just glad that he doesn’t flinch away from you and bow his head in apology anymore like you were both strangers.

Your face clouds over rapidly.

“I’m sorry!” Izuku chuckles, wiping his tears away. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“You did though,” You point out sullenly, folding your arms. “Now spill before I give you a concussion.”

Looking wounded, the green-haired teen changes the subject. “Thought you would be expecting me. It’s Sunday,” He pointed out. “Look, I wanted to ask you what you meant by your secret this morning.” He showed you the lime green Post-it, flashing your handwriting back at you. “I don’t get it.”

“You don’t have to get it. That’s why it’s a secret,” you sidestep, reaching for your towel on a nearby bench.

The broccoli boy’s gaze trails your every move. “But I—”

“Just ask Kacchan,” You say, taking a swig at your water bottle. Your body freezes like ice.

Izuku’s eyes narrow on you.

Immediately, you start chugging water from your bottle as eager as an alcoholic discovering vodka for the first time.

You wish, because you don’t think you can do this sober.

Green eyes pin you to your spot like piercing nails.

“Did you just—”

“It was a slip of the tongue,” you explain, trying to come off as defensive as you silently grimace at your mistake. “Meant to call him Katsuki.”

Shit, shit, shit—

You’d sworn you wouldn’t mess up the explosive blond’s name in front of Izuku and yet every year, you were bound to do so. Yikes. His reaction was getting more exaggerated with every year.

“Oh,” Izuku blinks, and suddenly, the hard look in his eyes disappears in the blink of an eye. He blushes crimson, rubbing his neck sheepishly as he averts his gaze from you “Sorry. It’s just a childhood thing, you know? Whenever Kaminari calls him that, even if it’s just for fun, it just…feels wrong.”

You cringe at the word “childhood”, like his words slip tiny pins into your heart and threaten to make it bleed out. “I get it,” You respond, trying to get your smile to come out naturally. It works.

Sort of.

“Wanna head to the canteen now? I’m famished.” He offers you an apologetic, nervous smile that screams Deku, and you sigh in relief at the conversation switch up. “That sounds great. Maybe I can get you to eat something other than katsu don there. If not Lunch Rush then I’ll go to—” your mom “—Katsuki.”

“You’re very funny,” He tells you seriously, making the both of you burst out laughing.

Yeah, this feels right, you tell yourself as you sweep the feelings under the carpet that tells you otherwise. Love isn’t a word you would use lightly, and definitely not to Izuku who perceives he’s only known you for a year. There’s no point in telling him, after all.

It’s not like he’ll remember anyway.

Izuku’s note comes back much later that day, returned just as you had returned his. You rip the sticky note off your door and took a great, long stare at it, sighing.

I know you avoided talking about the note. I know that I shouldn’t pry, because it’s your secret to keep, but I can’t help but feel a little disappointed. P.s. Sleep well. The walls are thin. I'm just next door if you need someone to talk to.

Groaning, you slam your head against your door.

He thought you were crying because you had nightmares of the war.

The only thing you could think of as you fell asleep that night was how much you would prefer that.

#mha #mha fanfiction #deku x reader #izuku x y/n #izuku x reader #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #bnha midoriya #midoriya x y/n #Deku's birthday series 2023

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yoyeolears · 5 months

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it's okay not to be lonely//chapter 2

zhang hao x sung hanbin

genre: angst & fluff

warnings: death, cursing, a bit suggestive

masterlist: summary | 1 | 2 | 3 pt. 1 | 3 pt. 2| 4 | 5 | 6 (final)

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chapter 2: because of you everything started to change

word count: 2,057

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11th of November 2023

Sharing a strawberry ice cream with Hanbin on his breaks quickly became a habit. Every Saturday without fail, he would show up at the convenience store, shoving the items on the counter before Hao with that infectious smile of his.

“Ready for our date Hao?”

He couldn't pinpoint what Hanbin meant with his choice of words. In fact, he didn’t understand the meaning behind his words at all. Hanbin couldn’t possibly be into him like that. His best guess was that he was teasing Hao as he usually did. A month into their friendship Hao had figured out that Hanbin found his awkwardness endearing, so he took every opportunity he could to engage in playful banter. Hanbin never went too far with his jokes, of course, but he would always say something that would make Hao's entire face go embarrassingly red.

Realistically, he could’ve asked what Hanbin meant. After all, there was no harm to it. The latter claimed that he was Hao's friend and friends asked each other questions all the time. However, Hao was simply put a coward. That, and incredibly unsocial. He wasn’t too sure how to ask and he was also terrified of finding out Hanbin's response. What if he thought Hao was disgusting for his way of thinking and cut ties with him? Losing people was unfairly easy. He knew that better than anyone. It was the same reason why he had refrained from getting close to anyone. Until Hanbin. Hanbin had been so persistent that Hao just couldn’t push him away even if he wanted to. No matter how awkward or even rude his replies got, Hanbin would still smile at him. He would still come back every day. So, he accepted it.

He accepted what the other male gave him, and he wasn’t going to take it for granted.

Hao scanned his items and then placed them back in front of him with a shy smile.

“Just give me two seconds.”

“Sure! I will go wait for you under the gazebo. Just meet me there when you are ready.”, Hanbin announced.

Hao watched him walk out of the store, deep in thought. He really didn’t get why Hanbin was so interested in him. This friendship had occurred so out of the blue. He remembered Hanbin mentioning that it wasn’t his first time seeing Hao in Professor’s Park class. In fact, they had shared a class each year since the start of their university years. So, why now?

He sighed. He was never going to get answers until he asked. Yet, he pondered the same things every day. He truly was hopeless when it came to human interactions.

Hao grabbed his jacket from the coat hanger next to the register. It was already the middle of November, and the weather was getting extremely chilly. He couldn’t afford to get sick. He had to work to make it through the winter. Ironically enough, considering he was about to eat ice cream.

He found Hanbin sitting in the usual spot under the gazebo, ice cream already melting in his mouth.

“Don’t you think eating ice cream in this weather is perhaps not the brightest idea?”, he queried.

Hanbin cachinnated, drips of melted ice cream nearly spilling out of the edges of his mouth.

“Why not? I think what’s not smart is not doing what you want to do.”

“Sometimes, you just don’t get to do what you want to do.”

Hao wanted to slap himself so much at that moment. Maybe then whatever parasite was residing in his brain would take a clue and declare permanent vacation. He couldn’t believe he made such comment. Not only would it lead to more questions by Hanbin, but he had also potentially ruined the mood. He was pretty confident there would be no more ice cream dates now.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin the mood.”, he silently apologized.

Hanbin frowned at him, “What are you talking about? Nothing wrong with what you said. In fact, you are right. We don’t always get to do what we want. However, I think it is important to do what we want when we can.”

“Is that why you decided to talk to me now? Because you couldn’t before?”

That evil entity had to be actively possessing his body if his mouth was running this freely. Hao could not even remember the last time he had been this direct with someone. Even before his parents’ death, he was known for being a reserved and quiet kid. He would avoid confrontation, never pick up fights with anyone, and he always apologized for the smallest of things.

An evident contrast to whoever he was right now, making him unsure of what type of response it would generate from Hanbin.

“Actually, I was too scared to talk to you.”, the other male hesitantly confessed, eyes darting everywhere but Hao's face.

His fixated gaze on the ground wavered. Slowly, he turned to look at Hanbin. Hao always avoided meeting his stare due to the looming fear of the latter reading him like an open book, but this time Hanbin was not looking at him. For the first time since Hao met him, Hanbin was looking at the ground himself, cheeks flaring up a pretty shade of red. Hanbin was blushing because of Hao. The little pest danced in victory. He had been the cause of Hanbin's flustered state for the first time. Well, the possessed version of Hao that is.

“Huh?”

That dumb response again. He was a disaster. He had been doing so well at not making a fool of himself up until now.

Hanbin shook his head amused, “There is that response you love again.”

Hao pouted, fiddling with his fingers.

“You just say things I don’t expect.”

The male quietly laughed.

“I am sorry. I know I can be a bit upfront.”

Hao quickly protested, “That’s not what I mean. I, erm, haven’t really interacted with many people the past few years so I don’t really know what to expect sometimes.”

Hanbin gave him a nod of affirmation

“May I ask why?”

Of course, he was going to. It was to be expected. Hanbin had been hanging out with him for more than a month, yet the former barely knew anything substantial about Hao. Meanwhile, he knew everything about Hanbin. From insignificant information such as the reason why he explicitly hated bananas to first heartbreaks and more heartbreaking experiences, such as his parents’ recent divorce.

“Well, you didn’t tell me the reason why you were scared to approach me.”

“Where is that confidence coming from Zhang Hao? I love it.”, Hanbin gasped.

The demon in him must be having a party up there, celebrating his undeniable success at playing puppet with Hao. His face bloomed an equal shade of red to Hanbin's. Hao: 1 – Hanbin: 85. No, he didn’t actually count every time Hanbin made him blush, but if he had to make a quick guess it would most likely be a disconcerting number.

“Honestly, I was just too shy to talk to you. I know I may not seem like it, but I am not the outgoing person people make me out to be. I always try to be kind to people, but I more often than not get dragged by my friends to whatever social activities they have planned. So, it took quite a bit of courage to approach you. You also looked like you didn’t want to be bothered most of the time. Except for that day when you came in late. You looked crestfallen. I just knew I had to say something.”

Hao never thought anyone would care. He had felt that he was invisible throughout the past years. He had no one to hold him during his parents’ funeral, or comfort him when his nights were filled with terrors. Yet, unbeknownst to him, Hanbin had been trying to get close to him him all this time. Whether that was due to pity or genuine intrigue was a different story.

Hanbin could tell there was a lot going through Hao's head, so he decided to conclude his explanation.

“So, that’s the reason why I didn’t speak to you sooner. As peculiar as it might sound, I mostly keep to myself. The only reason I am friends with Sua and Jiwoong is thanks to Matthew. He has always been the type to make friends with everyone he finds interesting enough, and he practically dragged me everywhere with them when they started hanging out.”

Hao nodded, picking at his nails. He couldn’t imagine a scenario in which Hanbin was not the social bee that everyone believed him to be. Perhaps the male was more similar to him than he had initially thought.

He tried to come up with an answer to Hanbin's initial question that wouldn’t make things become way too depressing. Despite his obvious lacking in social and emotional skills, he could tell when a conversation was already starting to turn gloomy. And Hao had struggled with such conversations all his life. Opening up to people had never been his strongest point, more so after losing his parents. His mum said that he had always been hesitant around others from a very young age, always shying away from attention and making the first move. Now that he had lost the two most important figures in his life, letting people in had turned into a colossus obstacle.

“My parents died a couple of years ago.”

What a way to soften the blow. However, Hanbin didn’t say anything, allowing him to continue.

“I guess it really affected me on how I viewed relationships, so I naturally drifted away from the rest of the world. I thought that if I stayed alone, I wouldn’t have to go through the pain of losing the people I care about again.”

Hanbin simply nodded at his words. Hao had never anticipated a person’s response so much in his 21 years. His response could realistically change the entire course of their friendship.

“It must have been incredibly hard to bear it all alone. Fuck, a few months back one of my white t-shirts turned pink and my first thought was to call my mum. It was such a small, minuscule issue, yet she was the first person I thought of calling. I cannot imagine not having them during my most important or hardest times of my life. I would be nowhere without them. You are such a brave person for enduring this all on yourself. I am proud of you Hao. And I bet they would be too.”

Hao jut out his bottom lip, mouth twisting to a pout. He could feel the water pooling his eyes.

“Also, turns out you can’t undo the damage. The t-shirt I mean. I just had to buy a new one and learn a very important life lesson. Do not put mixed colours with whites.”, Hanbin pointed out.

Hao laughed. He laughed the loudest he had laughed in the past years. And then he cried, the water finally escaping his eyes. He cried for all the sleepless, lonely nights, the birthdays, friendships, and experiences he had missed all the past years. He cried for all the pain he had to endure and carry all alone. He cried for dooming himself to a life where he was destined to be alone, devoid of any comfort and love. Loss can be an impending curse, and Hao allowed for himself to be cursed.

Laughing through the tears, he turned to smile at Hanbin.

“Thank you.”

The expression of worry that had been shaping on the latter's face turned into one of confusion.

“For what?”

Taking Hanbin's hands in his own, Hao spilled his true emotions once more, “For not making me feel alone.”

The male squeezed his hands reassuringly, “You’ve never been alone Hao.”

And just like that the dam broke again. Only this time, it was in the flaming warmth of Hanbin's arms.

“It’s okay. Let it all out. I’ve got you.”, he reassured Hao, patting his back soothingly.

Hao clung on tighter, burying his blurry face in the crook of Hanbin's neck. He embraced him tighter and tighter, until the warmth spread through his body like a blazing fire.

Indeed, everything changed at that moment.

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Author's Note: And we are back! I want to sincerely apologise for the delay in getting this out, but being a master's student is a whole different experience. The next chapter will most likely be split in two parts since as of right now it is way too big. I can't guarantee the next update, but I am hoping to release part 1 by New Year's.

As always, thank you to everyone who decided to read. Opinions, comments, and thoughts are always welcome. Stay safe and happy holidays to anyone celebrating.

-Jina

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classyinnie · 2 years

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𝐎𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

content: Bokuto Kotaro x reader — fluff, (best) friends to lovers | 0.8k words

warnings: none.

notes: Excuse the low quality writing TT. Akaashi the real mvp in this one.

It was nearly impossible for Bokuto to realize he was in love with you. The idea too far-fetched as the ocean drying up or the implication of traveling back in time. Hardly anything could open his eyes to the fact that he was over the moon in love with you. It would have been a little better if it was one-sided, but the dilemma of the situation doubled when you were the exact same – Oblivious.

People around you would always comment on how you two were almost like a married couple, but the mere notion just confuses you because you’ve always labeled your relationship as close friends. Friends who live in each other's homes. Friends who held each other to sleep at night because they hate the thought of sleeping alone. Yeah…friends.

You would have ignored all of their comments if it hadn't been for what Akaashi once said, which was meant well but still managed to keep you pondering at night: "The man adores you. Anyone can tell just by the way he looks at you."

From then on, you can't help but notice the soft touches, sweet forehead kisses, and frequent visits, and give them meaning. Because you now understand what they mean when they say that friends don't behave the same way you do.

But that wasn't the wake-up call; what made you realize you love him was entering the kitchen one morning to find him cooking breakfast. It wasn’t supposed to surprise you or anything because he does it all the time. But something about this day, with the perfect view of him illuminated by the sunrise–almost glowing in the morning rays–made you realize that he does fit perfectly in your kitchen. Or more so, in your life. You can't imagine waking up one day without him by your side. Without his cheeky smile and "good mornings”.

You approached him without much thought, burying yourself at the back of his shirt, clearly startling the focused man. You can't help but hug him tighter; Afraid that if you let go, the pleasant reality you've been encased in will vanish.

“Good morning to you too, beautiful.” Bokuto chuckles.

The endearment should not have made your heart rate pick up as much, knowing it was nothing more than his usual endearments. And for the first time, it hurt you. Surely, it would have taken him nothing to spit it out, but it means everything to you now.

“You alright?” Your silence must have given him the impression that something was wrong.

You nod.

“You sure?“

“Of course, why would I not be alright?”

This time he doesn’t push further. “If you say so. Can you hand me some plates, please?”

You were running out of options as to coming clean. You're not sure why, but that disappointed you. Enough to blurt out the words. “I love you.”

I’m not alright because I finally realized I’ve fallen for you! You wanted to shout.

Bokuto, with no hesitation, immediately replied, “I love you too.”

How do you persuade him that this isn't a figment of your supposed ‘platonic relationship’?

“No, Bokuto. Like I’m in love with you.”

He turns to you with a puzzled expression on his face, and says, "I know."

Bokuto has your face cradled in his hands before you can ask him what he means. The other wrapped around your waist. Taking you by surprise.

It was now your turn to be baffled. Hoping he's not playing with you. Knowing how this will turn out will either result in one of you fleeing or brushing it off as just what friends do. The former much more preferable.

"Me too," he whispers, leaning in close enough to make your knees weak. “I want you to be a permanent part of my life.”

That seemed to ground you because it appears improbable. The idea, just a few minutes ago, was nearing impossible. “What?” You take a step back. "When did you realize?"

“This morning, I had you wrapped in my arms and felt like I was sinking in this overwhelming feeling. I'm fairly certain it's love. There's no better way to put it." Bokuto says.

A slow smile spreads across your face. He continues, "... And I took a test yesterday to see if I was in love with my best friend. And all the results stated yes.”

Now you were in disbelief. Smacking Bokuto’s arm in exasperation, “You realized you loved me because of a test?”

Bokuto comically clutches his arm. Betrayal written all over his face. “Ow! Partly yes, but it’s all thanks to Akaashi. I told him about this song I discovered that reminded me of you. In return, he sent me those tests calling me an idiot.”

"Remind me to thank him then," you hum, drawing him back to you, apologizing for his “bruised” arm.

Come to think of it, the people surrounding you were right: you and Bokuto weren’t just friends but merely oblivious idiots in love.

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chaoffee · 1 year

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The red string and the stars

Characters: Venti x gn reader (but reader is only mentioned, this mostly focused on Venti)

Genre: Would this be somewhat considered angst...? Probably not, but idk what to label this as

AU: canon au with red string of fate added to it

Warnings: Might be out of character

Notes: I don't know if I should make like a part 2 of this or make versions of the other archons 🤔 maybe I should go for both...oh well, honestly didn't know what to post and this was the only fanfic writing I had fully finished in months. Said fuck it and now I'm posting this lol May it be 👌👌

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What if the archons didn't have a soulmate attached at the other end of the red string? What if they were doomed to never experience eternal love like the mortals that roam the lands they govern?

Venti would often find himself staring at the red string tied around his pinky. Unlike everyone else who isn't cursed with immortality like him, he doesn't have such a thing such as a soulmate. His string doesn't connect to anyone or anything at all. It's only there to mock him and his faint desires of being loved in ways that only a soulmate could satiate.

When Venti had first found out about this red string of fate that connects you to your soulmate, he was but an elemental being, listening to an old friends stories. He remembers his friend telling him his hopes of finding his soulmate outside of the wall that held everyone inside of it. Elemental Venti back then wanted nothing more but to see his friend with his soulmate, happy and outside of the wall. That hope quickly died after the war against Decarabian.

When Venti had become the god of freedom that fateful day, he had seen that he too had a string latched at his pinky much like his friend's. Not long after did Venti realize that there is no such thing as a soulmate for a god. At first he had mourned his loss of never having the love that his people had but after some years he had grown to accept this fact. It didn't stop him from singing or writing about lost love that was never meant to be.

Venti had met with other gods and they too had said that gods never have soulmates and if it were to happen it would be rare. Though none of the other gods seemed to care much of this loss. They have been living much longer than he has but you'd still think that they'd crave something such as love even if they don't want to admit to it.

Venti was brought back to the present with Diluc handing him a glass of dandelion wine. Venti looked up at Diluc weirdly. Diluc sighed, "Don't look at me like that. It's not strange for me to be generous every once in a while."

Venti gasped dramatically, "Master Diluc being generous with his delectable wine? Who are you and what did you do to the true Master Diluc?"

Diluc rolled his eyes at Venti's dramatics. I suppose being a bard has its love for dramatics engraved into a permanent grip on your personality and reactions. "Maybe I'll stop being generous and add that drink to the long bill you owe the tavern."

Venti makes a zipping motion with his fingers of his mouth, a teasing smile staying behind once the motion was done. Diluc shakes his head at the archon of Mondstadt. At least he never questions why Mondstadt was the city of freedom and wine. Their archon sure loved both things...more the wine though.

"So, what got you all wrapped up in your head? It's rare to see you staring off into space when there's tons of wine to drink." Diluc asks, hoping his tone didn't come out harsher than it should've with the second part.

Venti struck a thinking pose, "I suppose I can share with you, Master Diluc. It's always good to have another's thought added to your own."

Diluc prepared himself for whatever Venti could possibly say next. Venti was a hard character to read. You never truly know what he thinks or what he's going to say next. It's always a surprise with him.

"What do you say about a wine made from milk?" Diluc took a moment to ponder the words and the question. Milk...in wine? That's an absurd idea! Milk would only make the wine taste weird...or would it? Diluc racks his brain for an alcoholic beverage that contains milk as an ingredient. He lists some of the alcoholic beverages he knows of in his head and what they contain.

Venti leaned his head onto his palm as he watches the cogs in Diluc's brain turn at the mere question. The sight made him smile. It was rare to see Master Diluc so perplexed about something that you can't help but savor it when it occurs.

To be fair, Venti wasn't thinking about a wine made from milk but he'd rather not divulge into his thoughts of the red string. After a while, his thoughts turned to you. He wondered if you had a soulmate and if your string was connected to anyone else's. Perhaps a topic for a future conversation with you when he sees you again.

Venti finished the last bit of the dandelion wine that Diluc had given him before standing up. He stretched his arms above his head and sighed contently. "Goodnight Master Diluc, don't go thinking to hard about that milky wine~" Venti calls out as he turns to leave. He didn't give Diluc much time to say goodnight back, having been at the door and out when Diluc opened his mouth to say it.

A gentle breeze ruffled his hair as he walked through the city. Everyone had gone home after a long day of work and if they weren't home, you could always hear them in the taverns singing along to a bard's song. It was peaceful this time of the evening. Why Venti loved taking strolls through the city after a few drinks(or bottles) at Angel's Share at night.

He wondered what you were up to. Where your adventures had led you for the day. Whether you were sleeping soundly underneath a roof or under the vast, open sky. Venti looked up at the sky, watched as the stars slowly inched in the sky with each second. The stars were always so dull to look at. You had told him of worlds where the stars shone brighter and more clearly. When he looked at you in that moment, he could see the look of longing you had as you watched the stars of Teyvat.

Your story about the brightly shinging stars that never seemed to dull had sparked a desire to see those starry skies you had seen countless times before. When he closed his eyes he could almost picture how the sky looked. He longed for a memory where he could watch a brightly lit sky full of vivid stars with you.

Much to soon did the longing turn into a dull ache in his heart. Venti sighed, once more looking at the red string attached to nothing else but his pinky. If only you were from this world or planned to make this world your home, perhaps he could find it in himself to ask if you'd be willing to be his until the world resets itself again. But alas, all beautiful fantasies come to a bitter end when reality decides to rear its ugly head.

For now, Venti is content with keeping the embers of his desires a secret to all but him and the lonely red string around his pinky.

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