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This Could Be Fun…💋

Florence Pugh x Fem!Reader

Smut: Thigh riding (R), Choking(R), Fingering (R), Face-Riding(F), Double-Ended Strap(R/F), Light Role-Play(Yelena 🤪), Squirting(R), Jealousy, Mommy(F), Good Girl(R), Really soft shit, and kinda humorous if you squint.

Minors DNI | 18+ |

Anon Request: Hi can I request a Florence Pugh X Fem Reader where Reader accidentally told Florence that her favourite character that Florence played is Yelena. So one day when Florence finished filming for a Yelena scene, she went home with the costume and talked in a Russian accent and R is turned on, thank you!

I realize now that I kinda deviated in how Flo found out, but I promise the core concept of reader being horny for Yelena is there 😂

“My beautiful girl, can you bring the popcorn?" Florence calls out to you from the couch, she'd already gotten rather comfy in the cocoon of blankets, and couldn't be bothered to get up. "Already on it baby." You announce as you're settling down beside her with the bowl, an array of candy and two ice cold cans of Cola.

Florence softly smiles at you, admiring your soft, beautiful features, and efficient nature. Leaning forward she makes a move for the popcorn, but she'd really been on the move to steal a kiss. Your shocked squeaks lead her to giggle into the kiss, and she soon pulls back triumphantly, her heart absolutely fluttering at the sight of your adoring expression, lips now tingling, and with a hand covered in butter.

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"Shall we begin then?" Florence smirks to herself at the residual shock that laces your tone, she opts for reaching over you to grab the remote, pressing play in silent confirmation, leaning into your side and fixing her gaze to the screen as your Marvel movie marathon begins.

Once the bowl of popcorn had been finished Florence laid against the back of the couch, her hands tugging at your shirt so you fall in line. Instantly melting into her embrace, and lacing your fingers with her own over your abdomen. Moments like this are everything to the actress, filming tends to take her away a lot, so in the rare softer moments like these she soaks it up; it's no secret, you've always been her safety net.

Your job is equally as tiring, so she knows just how much it's taking for you to even keep your eyes open long enough to watch the sequence of all of 'Natasha's best films' as you requested, and being the Scarlett stan that Florence is she had no problem conceding to the request. Currently though she'd been forced to watch herself traipsing around the screen, and as much as she loves her acting gig there's just something odd about seeing yourself up there.

In an act of avoidance her eyes instead fell to your calmed face, your obviously tired eyes managing to still hold such attention as you watched your long time lover on the screen. Florence herself hadn't realized it yet, but as much as you loved Natasha, Yelena had been the focus of your current affection, something about your girlfriend in the skin tight suit flawlessly kicking ass, coupled with her deep Russian accent had you feeling things.

Granted, you'd both been far too exhausted to handle those sorts of needs, but it didn't stop your bodies squirming whenever she'd do something on screen that caught your eye. Florence was a bit perplexed at your sudden inability to stay still, but even in her exhausted state she began to notice a pattern within your movements—you were turned on, and had she not caught your eyes shamelessly transfixed upon Yelena's—her—body she might've even been offended, but she now found herself beyond excited.

A great amount of devious thoughts flooded her mind while you finished the movie off, none the wiser to your girlfriends findings. Florence's hand covered yours on the remote, "Baby love, I think it's time we call it a night.," Your lazy grumblings of refusal were met by her deep laughter, the natural rasp doing nothing at all to satiate the built up tension between your legs, and she knew it too.

"We both work tomorrow morning, and if we watch another movie then you'll be a grump.," You roll around in her hold to tiredly glare at her, and she audibly aww's at the sight of you. "Goodness Y/N/N, you're just so adorable.," Her laughter only increased when your glare deepened, and you tried to escape her grasp.

"'M not adorable, I'm a monster, hear me roar." You tiredly slurred, a pathetic whimper meant to be a roar falling from your lips, and Flo just stares at you with wide eyes., "Yeah, you're my tired, adorable baby, close your eyes now...," Her hand then rubbing soothing circles against your temple cuts your deluded protests off, and an accomplished smile overtakes her features.

"I love you Lena.," Florence holds back a snort so that she doesn't give way to your slip up, no, she plans to instead use it to her later benefit. "I love you too Y/N/N...," she observes your tired smile as she places a kiss to your temple, then she too slips into a blissful nights rest.

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Florence had been so busy all month long that you'd barely had a chance to see her since the movie marathon, and it's been nothing short of dreadful for you, waking up alone most days, and craving the warmth of your lover always. Between her prolonged days of shooting her newest Marvel project, to doing a press tour for her upcoming movie with the likes of Zendaya she'd barely been home.

Not to mention that when she was home she'd usually only have time to eat, sleep, and lest we forget torture you as she lived her day to day speaking in her entirely too hot Russian accent so that it'd be consistent when she was filming. Your need for her only being heightened every time she spoke to you with said inflection. Little did you know Florence saw every time you squeezed your thighs, or held your breath, and she was having the time of her life teasing. Truthfully, she couldn't wait for the day she could finally have you, and thankfully, today was her final day on set, she told you she'd be home a little later than expected, but that she should at least be home in time for dinner.

So, you'd then spent all day preparing for the reunion, cringing as you cleaned up around the forgotten about house, then again when you spent the early evening pampering yourself. Now, you're stood in the kitchen recreating one of her 'Cooking with Flo's' recipes for her, and recording the whole thing too, all while dressed in only a gorgeous red, lacy pair of lingerie.

Once satisfied with the food, having seasoned her wrap fillings with a tinge more spice than your own you'd wrapped them up and settled them into the fridge. Then you headed off upstairs to change, or better yet, to throw something onto your body, because as much as you'd love to be taken on arrival you also felt like slowly wooing her would be equally as fun.

A black halter top dress that left you braless, and tightly squeezed against your body in all the right places is what you settled on wearing for the at home dinner with your girlfriend. Adding on a select few silver pieces to entice the woman's gaze upon your breasts and hands. Finally, settling on a bare face as Flo has told you she very much preferred you that way, your lips the only thing glistening as you'd applied just a thin layer of clear gloss.

With a last look over you sighed at the sight of yourself, the anticipation for what's to come filling you with an anxious excitement as you made your way down the stairs; collecting the food, two flutes, and a ice bin with a bottle of merlot tucked within as you made your way to the shaded patio to patiently await your lover.

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Florence was as quiet as a mouse when she finally entered the house, shh-ing the awaiting dog, then making sure the coast was still clear as she quietly ran up the stairs. The only reason she was even running late was because she'd been planning to pull a Scarlett Johansson, and had to wait until Hailee texted her the all clear before she sprinted off to her car with the stolen goods, instantly throwing it into drive, and smirking the whole way home as she'd successfully completed her heist.

Shooting off a text, "I'm about twenty minutes out my love, I'll meet you out back. 😘❤️," she then set her phone with live footage of the deck onto the counter of your shared bathroom. Nerves of all sorts causing her skin to itch and burn as she squeezed her body back into the tight suit she'd adorned for months on end, and it never seemed to get any easier either. Yelena's signature rings were her own pieces, so they'd remained on her fingers all day.

The only dilemma the woman was met with was the length of her hair, it wasn't long anymore, so the typical braid wasn't an option. Fortunately for her though you loved her short locks, so there was no need to waste her time with applying extensions. If anything, you're getting an exclusive Yelena that no one else ever will, so she settled on slicking her hair back, applying a thick layer of eyeliner followed by a pink tinted gloss, then she left the room with a spritz of cologne and a cheeky smile.

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Florence was running a tad bit late for your liking, as dinner was usually at 7:30 at the latest since both of your bedtimes had slowly gotten earlier as the years had flown on by. You'd no longer been the carefree idiots who spent their nights dancing away their sleep, to then spend their mornings chugging down coffee before racing off to your respective jobs. No, now you two spend your nights inside, watching movies, or entertaining new hobbies. Like Florence's newest obsession with knitting, at this point you already had a new set of Fall attire.

Nevertheless, you both have the next week off, so with what you'd already had in mind for tonight the bedtime wasn't much of an issue. Still, it was approaching eight o'clock, and your patience was wearing thin the longer you were left to stare at the enticing bottle, so you popped it open and poured yourself a glass.

"Oh detka... What ever happened to patience? Thought you were my good girl," Your spine straightened as her low, accented voice sent shivers throughout the entirety of your body. Florence took great pleasure in seeing just how quickly she could have you begging for her if she played all her cards right tonight.

Florence takes a few long strides in your direction, hands on your shoulders to keep you facing away, not wanting the reveal to happen just yet., "Dinner smells good moya lyubov'.," she whispers into your ear, smirk present as she places a soft kiss behind your ear, loving the way you squirm under her touch entirely too much at the Russian terms of endearment.

"I-I made your famous lettuce wraps, why don't you take a seat, and I'll pour you a glass." You stutter as Florence's lips brush across your bare shoulders, and you are encased in the aroma that is your favorite cologne of hers., "How considerate of you honey...," She purrs, lips parting to harshly suck at your warm skin, and pulling a shocked moan from your throat.

Florence drags her hand over the freshly marked skin, goosebumps rising as the cold metal moves across the heated surface, and she smiles, appreciating how reactive your body is. "Sit now and there might even be a show...," you lowly tease, finally getting your mind in check, Florence slowly pulls away from you, totally admiring your renewed confidence, "Ooh, dinner and a show, color me intrigued.,"

Slowly she moves around the table, smirking with her back to you when she hears you gasp. Your mouth had suddenly run dry at the sight of your lover in her suit, the accent and pet names all making sense now as you see her. Her short blonde hair was slicked back with a little volume added to her bangs, giving her a soft look that completely contradicted the way she was carrying herself in the suit. It was as if her confidence had transcended it's normal bounds, and as hot as it was, it was not helping you keep your cool in the slightest.

Slamming back your wine you quickly pour yourself another, then move to fill hers as she settles in her seat across from you wearing a smug smile. You somehow manage to avert your gaze from the alluring woman sat before you, moving about silently to serve the food, and just as you were about to take your seat Florence yanks you into her lap, chuckling lowly as you squeal, and then within the next second she's pulling you into a deep kiss, her tongue shoving it's way into your mouth while her hands felt you up over your thin dress.

"The food smells delicious honey..." Florence cooly compliments, as if she's completely unaffected after making out with you, while you're left there sat on her lap gasping for air. You want nothing more than to make her squirm, so once you regain some composure you shift around in her lap, the hand on your hip telling you vacating completely wasn't exactly an option., "Thank you Flossy..."

Florence began to eat her lettuce wrap, a moan of approval falling right against your ear as she leans over you to keep the both of you clean. Her every attempt at making you squirm was beyond effective, and it was getting annoying. While she was distracted you reached across the table to grab your phone, pulling up the video., "Flo, I did promise you a show..."

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You're stood in the kitchen, a perplexed expression on your face as you settled the phone down, and as soon as you were sure it's recording you're smiling like a total dork., "Hello everybody, welcome back to another cooking with Y/N/N!" You shriek towards the camera., "Today we'll be making my beautiful girlfriend, Florence Pugh's, famous lettuce wraps, but first, let me tell you..." You pause, fanning yourself down with your hand for emphasis., "It's really fucking hot in here...,” Then with a rather smooth movement your oversized shirt is flying across the kitchen, revealing your new lingerie set, a deep shade of red that reflects against you perfectly.

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Florence's hand harshly grips at your hip, her other reaches out to pause the video, and a harsh breath is released., "Detka, care to define everybody...," You giggle over a bite of your food., "Oh, wouldn't you like to know...," you shift in her lap until your noses are touching., "Tell me Flossy, what if I told you I was on live, how would that make you feel honey? Knowing that everyone else saw what was yours.."

Florence's hand swiftly wraps around your throat, squeezing harshly to cut your taunting off, and as you gasp she pulls you in for a possessive kiss, "Don't fuck with me on this.," she growls against your lips, and you whimper when she bites your bottom lip harsh enough to draw blood., "I-It was just for you Flo..."

She releases her hold on your throat, and pulls back with an accomplished smirk., "Good girl.," Florence chuckles as you whine with obvious need, leaning over you she presses play on your phone, then her hand lands atop of your thigh, and you sigh, knowing damn well it's nowhere close to an innocent touch.

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With a knife in hand you begin to chop up the fillings: tomatoes, mushrooms, zucchini, and garlic, then just as you finished dicing it all up you leaned onto the chopping block. Your breasts were spilling over the edge of your brazier., "You know, the thing I love most about this dish is just how simple it is.," you smile softly as you slide all the fillings into an already sizzling pan, and then you lift your glass of water to your lips., "Really, all I had to do was cut up a few vegetables, and voilà."

You settled your glass on the counter when your playlist landed on Naughty Girl by Beyoncé., "I love this song!," and your hips immediately began to move along to the beat.

"Tonight I'll be your naughty girl, I'm callin' all my girls, we're gonna turn this party out.," You sing along, "I know you want my body.," your hands travel slowly over your breasts, slightly pushing them to cause them to briefly spill out, then down your abdomen before you spin around and give her a teasing view of your ass. 

You spin right back around, throwing a sweet wink to the camera., "I love to love you baby (I love to love you baby)...," then you're slowly returning to the stove to stir up the nearly finished food while still unconsciously moving along with the beat., "See? Easy peasy..."

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While watching the scandalous dancing her right hand not so subtly made its way up your leg, and under your dress as you'd expected. She gasped when her hand discovered your, bare, wet core, "Fuck, you're such a whore.," Florence used both of her hands to manhandle you until your dress was bunched up at your hips, a loud moan leaving your throat as your cunt is pressed into her leather covered thigh., "Moya krasivaya angel, ride my thigh...," she breathlessly whispered into your ear, her lips latch onto your shoulder, sucking harshly in a feverish attempt to mark you up, as her hands then rose up to pull your dress down from the top as well, blindly grasping at your breasts.

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You finished plating up the lettuce wraps, lifting the plate up to show off the final product to the camera, smiling proudly as you did., "I'm adding some hot sauce to this set because my sweet girl like's it a bit spicy..." You playfully muse, winking at the camera before blowing your love a kiss and ending the video. 

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"Oh fucking hell.," You groan, the leather of her suit now drenched as you fall over the edge and into a state of bliss., "Well damn detka, how am I going to return this suit back to the set now?" Florence taunts, her own accent briefly slipping through as she can't exactly contain her amusement., "Don't.," you quietly plead, and her eyebrows furrow at your unwavering attraction to the Russian spy she plays on screen., "Listen honey, I know you love Yelena, but I don't think I can really compete."

It was playful enough, but the insecurity was still lying somewhere beneath her words so you shifted, groaning as your sensitive folds were made to slide across the leather as you did so., "Oh lovey, there's absolutely no competition.," you coo, hands cupping her cheeks to pull her into a soft kiss., "I love you both the same.," you then teasingly whispered against her lips, bursting into laughter when she pushed you backwards and stood up with you in her arms.

Grumbling the entire way into your house you couldn't fight the way her unnecessary jealousy had amused you., "Oh Flossy, I promise my love for Yelena is only face value, and that's because she shares your likeness... Please, let's get you out of the suit, and I'll show you just how much you mean to me my sweetest girl..."

She failed to respond to you, leaving you to ponder if she'd actually been hurt by your previous statements., "Flo?," she ignored you, tossing your barely covered form onto the bed, then straddled you as best she could before her lips were slamming into yours with clear purpose, her tongue sliding into your mouth while her strong hands rip the offensive dress pooling at your hips in half, and you whimper as a new wave of arousal courses throughout your body at her show of pure strength.

Every simple touch of hers sends your nerves alight, and you find it exceptionally hard to breathe once her fingers collect your wetness that's been slowly dripping onto the sheets, and without much warning her digits slide right into your awaiting cunt, your warm walls more than welcoming as they suck her right in., "Shit!" She curses, pulling away from your lips and trailing her kisses down your jawline as her fingers continue to brutally pump into you.

Already sensitive from your previous orgasm it doesn't take long for the blonde to build you up, and she knows it to by the way your hips are moving against her thrusts, and by just how shaky each breath you take in is. Not wanting to miss this one she trails her kisses back up your jaw, then after placing a firm kiss to your lips, and enjoying the way you can barely keep up with her she leans on her elbow to see you.

Watching every twitch of your face when she rubs against that spot deep within you, and with her own needs emerging she didn't hold back anymore, her pace increased, the sounds of your wetness filling the room along with your never ending string of moans as her thumb began to rub fast circles on your clit. "Come on, let go for me detka, I want you to come undone all over mommy's fingers.,"

As soon as the words left her mouth your walls were fluttering around her fingers, the title having always been like her secret weapon., "That's right honey, look at you fucking my hand, always trying to be mommy's good girl.," Your legs were shaking as she slammed her fingers into you against the building resistance,  your back arching off the bed as your vision became spotted, and with a final scream that left your throat burning your orgasm had ripped right through you, and drenched the woman's hand.

Florence watched in absolute awe as your body trembled beneath hers until you were suddenly falling slack against the mattress, and then her eyes were fixated on the slick that covered her fingers as she slowly pulled them out of you., "Fuck..." she was absolutely reeling as she popped them into her mouth, your delicious arousal coating the entirety of her tastebuds.

Florence felt the wetness pooling between her legs steadily increasing at the sight of your blissed out face, a truly uncomfortable feeling when one is wearing a skintight leather suit. Every little noise you made only made her that much needier, "Fuck! I'm going to ride that pretty little face of yours, and then I'm going to leave you a babbling mess as I fuck you dumb with my cock, sound good printsessa?"

The blonde laughs, a deep raspiness settling within her tone as she watched you violently nod in agreement., "Use your words...," you then took in a set of deep breaths, still trying to recover yourself., "Please mommy, I want you to ride my face, want to taste you so bad.," Florence groans, lips latching onto yours while your shaky hands fidgeted with the zipper of her suit, eventually managing to push it all the way down, but getting it all off of her proved more difficult than either of you anticipated.

Florence leaned back, straddling you as she fought to get her arms out of the clingy fabric, you watched on excitedly as her breasts fell free, and it took all of your strength not to reach up and grab onto them, Florence smirked down at you when she realized what you'd wanted, but her unrelenting need to have your tongue deep inside of her temporarily overruled your mouth around her nipples.

"Shit!" She cursed, jumping off the bed to shimmy out of the remaining piece of the suit, and sighing once a stream of cold air rushed over her heated core. Florence went to climb back into the bed, but she managed to trip over the heap of leather on the floor, squealing as her upper body landed on the mattress.

Your pure laughter truly warmed her heart, and melted away the budding annoyance. "What's so funny?," she asked in faux anger, her face now hovering above yours as she had finally managed to climb back onto the bed. Your eyes widened, "That's what I thought." After a quick peck to your lips, and a reassuring wink she was now smiling down at you as her puffy, dripping cunt hovered over your chin., "Go on now baby, show mommy just how much she means to you.," you didn't have to be told twice either, your arms anchored around her thighs to hold her down, and your tongue licked a broad stripe through her folds, moaning as soon as you got a taste of your lovers sweet arousal. 

Florence wasted no time in meeting your tongues efforts either, grinding down and smearing her abundant arousal all over your face, and your mind was absolutely blissed out. If there was one place you'd like to be for the rest of your life it was between Flo's thighs, and the woman loudly moaning above you had no pending complaints with the idea either.

With every delicious thrust, and swirl of your tongue Florence's hips would grind in rhythm, and once you managed to angle your face it was a wrap for the woman; your nose managing to rub against her clit in just the right way that had her screaming your name as her body lurched forward into the headboard, and had her releasing into your mouth.

After you'd managed to gather every last bit of her arousal until she was whimpering mess atop of you she slowly removed herself, and climbed down the bed until her lips could meet yours for a slow kiss, a far cry from every other shared tonight, and the love was overflowing. Her tongue swirled around the roof of your mouth, remnants of your arousal still remained on her tongue as she got a taste of her own when her tongue slowly slid around yours.

Once Florence was content with the soft moment shared she slowly pulled back, chuckling when your lips began to chase hers, "Oh sweet girl, I'm about to fucking ruin you..." You barely had time to register her words before she was clambering off the bed and to the drawer full of toys where she collected the thick, harness-less double ended strap, slipping her end in with relative ease, but groaning all the same at the sudden fullness she felt.

Her eyes were blown out when she stared at you from beside the bed, slowly approaching you as if you were her prey meant for nothing less than devouring, and honestly, in the moment it was not an untrue statement. Florence slowly climbed back into the bed, with far more grace this time around, and her eyes never lost sight of your own, internally beaming at the healthy fear that was settled beneath your outwardly calmed stare.

“Look at mommy’s good girl, patiently waiting for me to give you what you need… Color?” Your body shivered at the thought of her earlier promises., “Green mommy…,” Flo smirked at your eagerness, and with an unannounced quick thrust she’d bottomed out inside of you. “Fuck!” Your hands were quick to grip onto her shoulders, nails digging into her skin, and the pain of it all was quickly overlooked by the both of you when she began to rock her hips.

Florence’s pace was nothing short of brutal, and when you had managed to latch onto her nipple as it continuously flitted over your mouth with each harsh thrust of her hips she found she was able to fuck into you even faster. The blonde was near the edge again, and with how tightly you were clinging to her strap she knew you were too, but she wanted to see you coming undone, so without warning she used her strong arms to flip the both of you., “Ride my cock baby, come on, I know you can do it.”

Somehow you managed to find the strength to rise up, your mouth relinquishing it’s hold on her breast, and your hands then replaced it as you used them for leverage when you began to bounce. Florence’s hands were quick to aide you, settling on your hips as she guided you over her cock whenever your movements so much as faltered. The view of you never failed to keep her aroused, your blitzed out face, your gorgeously bouncing tits, and your pussy that was completely devouring the strap was more than enough to push her over the edge when the strap rubbed against her just right.

Her back arched off the bed, and her hips thrusted up into you so harshly that you fell forward with a scream, your lover was still able to catch you in her dizzy state, and was quick to twist and slam you into the mattress again. Fucking you through your orgasm, and sending you directly into the buildup for the next one, and her never faltering hips got you there fast. In her attempts to prolong, and reach another high of her own she actually had you on the verge of passing out.

Florence was absolutely stunned when after another few thrusts she felt your arousal as it drenched her thighs, and the bed beneath. Coupled with your distant, glazed over eyes, and incoherent babbles, it had her keeping to her promise and then some. The fact that you just squirted left her feeling accomplished, and was so fucking hot that she collapsed into your body as her high came crashing right over her.

While your muscles continued to lightly spasm, and your eyes were closed your girlfriend slowly crawled out of the bed, disposing of the drenched strap, as she then ventured off into the bathroom on shaky legs on a hunt for a warm washcloth so she could clean you up. When she returned she found you blankly staring up at the ceiling, your chest having somewhat returned to a normal rise and fall, and she slowly made her presence known with a finger tracing over your thigh.

“Hey sweet girl, I need to clean up…” She cooed, then with a nod from you she ran the cloth over you, starting with your face, followed up by your thighs, and with a hand on your hip to hold you down she lightly ran the rag over your most sensitive parts., “Shh, it’s okay love.”

Then she lifted you off the bed, placing you on the toilet while she expertly exchanged the bedding out, and returned to the restroom with your favorite shirt of hers, and a pair of panties that she quickly dressed you in before handling the remainder of both of your nightly hygiene. As fast as she’d removed you, she had returned you to the comfort of your shared bed, then after dressing herself she climbed in beside you, and ran her fingers down the side of your body while watching your eyes slowly regaining a semblance of consciousness.

“That was so fucking hot Flo, I never realized you’d figured out all about my secret crush.” You managed to say as you finally came back to earth, and the blonde cackled as she stared you down., “Baby, it was kind of hard not to notice when you squirmed every time I came onto the screen.” You giggled, and attempted to bury your face into the pillow, but she was quick to stop you, cupping your cheeks and gently pecking your lips.

“Ooh, maybe I can dress up for you next time!,” Florence snorted loudly against your shoulder, “Yeah? As who?,” You quirked your brows as you gave it a good pondering., “Princess Leia?” Florence burst into a fit of laughter., “Baby, since when have I ever shown interest in her?”You shrugged, burrowing further into the bed as you adoringly stared up at your girlfriend with those beautiful, tired eyes of yours.

Florence noticed your exhaustion, and the ways you were desperately trying to fight it. She leaned forward to softly kiss your forehead, followed by your nose, then finally your lips., “We’ll revisit this later baby; for now let’s get some sleep, and come morning we’ll take a relaxing bath together then order in, okay?” You nodded gratefully, nuzzling into her, and placing a kiss to her neck as you settled in.

“Goodnight my love.,” Florence coos, lips gentle as they lay a kiss to the top of your head., “Goodnight Lena.,” you tiredly mumble, and your girlfriend huffs when she thinks you’ve subconsciously chosen her character once more, but your uncontainable laughter, and shaking body lead way to the truth., “You’re such an asshole!,” she groans as she pushes away from you, but you do your best to hold her tight.

“Yeah, but I’m you’re asshole…” She hums, resettling into the spot beside you as she pulls you close, “That you are, my lovable ass.” You chuckle., “Goodnight Flossy, I love you.,” The blonde smirks., “and I love you too detka…”

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Hello! I've never requested on your acc before but I've seen many of your works and wanted to give a request.

How about the Stellaron Hunters or the Astral Express Family with a child!reader who's like Ray from The Promised Neverland?

If you had never watched it before, Ray is an orphan from GraceField orphanage, and he's one of the smartest children there. He's very introverted and apathetic, so he mostly spends time reading books instead of playing with the other children.

Like I said before, he's very intelligent and a good strategizer. His plans often catch people off guard, but they do work.

And in the anime/mangga, he's pretty suicidal and tried lighting himself on fire. ( He was quickly stopped because [insert character] caught the match before it hit the floor. )

P. S. Yk Stellaron Hunter anon? They're my older sister 💀

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A/N: Omg hello! It's so nice to see even siblings enjoy my work enough to request something, so thank you for the request and the information on the character! Also greet the Stellaron Hunter Anon from me!<33

Content: TW!ATTEMPTED SUICIDE, child reader, platonic relationships, angst, hurt/comfort, parental/sibling figure characters

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Kafka

Kafka noticed right away, that there was something different about you. You were quiet and reserved, often keeping away from everyone to read your books alone. You weren't sociable and disliked anyone talking to you outside of work related things. You intrigued Kafka alot, especially as you at least seemed to tolerate her. Not that you had much of a choice, with her being your assigned caretaker.

With that said, she often praised you for your intelligence. You were alot smarter than you let on and whilst your plans were a little unique, they still always worked out perfectly in the end. She'd always stand there smiling smugly at those who doubted you too, knowing full well that your plans would work.

One thing she did miss though, was your disinterest in being alive. So it came to a shock to her, when she saw you attempting to light yourself on fire. She never expected it and so she moved fast to stop you from doing so. Kafka quickly pulled you into her embrace, unable to say a word, as she just rubbed your back whilst you cried. You were too important to her to die and ever since that day, she made sure you'd never be alone again either. You had her, after all.

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》Blade

Blade didn't mind how introverted and quiet you were. In fact, he preferred it, as it meant that you wouldn't ask much of him or annoy him either. You both enjoyed to keep everything to yourselves and only interacted when it was necessary. But this didn't mean, that Blade didn't keep his eyes on you.

He was secretly very impressed by your intelligence and skills, often wondering how such a child could come up with these elaborate and unique plans, that always worked flawlessly. It made him develop huge trust in you and your abilities, going as far as to even ask for your opinion whenever it's needed first. Despite your age, he still respects you.

One thing he definitely found off about you however, is that you were always so apathetic, which he found odd for a kid your age. He often questioned why that was, which would just earn him an indifferent answer. But he didn't need one, as your actions spoke for you. He was quick to shut your suicide attempt down and stop you from trying anything ever again. He isn't good with emotions and doesn't want to live himself. But you still had a chance at a good life and so he'd make sure, that you would have one.

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》Silver Wolf

Silver Wolf understood how you felt and often left you alone as a result of it. Or at least, visually alone, as she was usually still nearby somewhere to make sure you were okay. She eventually got close enough to you through your interest in books and her love for video games, which made you two practically inseparable. You were both indifferent and mostly introverted, so you got along well.

You always aided her during missions, coming up with elaborate and unexpected escape plans, whenever Herta was close to discovering you two. She also taught you how to hack or code, as you were very intelligent and learned fast. She'd always acknowledge how proud she was of you with a head pat and a snack she gave you.

But even so, she still noticed the darkness that manifested within you over time. She knew your indifference came from a sadder, lonelier part of you and that it was only a matter of time, until you truly had enough. And so, she always stayed close by, stopping anything that even looked like an attempt at your life with ease, whilst acting all natural, despite her aching heart. But you at least knew, that you could count on her.

-----♡

A/N: I hope this was alright! Thank you again for your request!<33

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[spacenintendogs]

modern au ask. What are the gangs personal clothing styles ?

ooooo.... i'm not very fashionable nor am i rlly confident abt my knowledge of styles & stuff so i'm sorry if it's not as creative as it could be :')

hiccup i see a lot of layers, similar to how he dresses in the dreamworks franchise. as he gets older there's more leather since he does a lot of motorcycle riding. flannels, graphic tees, baggier cargo pants & shorts & sneakers are his general go-to. has a nice pair of chucks he brings out once in a while. no piercings but he has a tattoo of toothless' strike class silhouette on one of his shoulder blades.

astrid dresses practically. usually in a pair of jeans or leggings. when she dresses more casually it's basketball shorts with a jersey of some kind. she wears jerseys relatively often too. also shirts she can easily move & breathe in. i think she'd like horizontal stripes for shirts but i might be projecting lol. she's got multiple ear piercings on both ears tho. she also loves her headbands!!! gets a specially made one from tuff & snot with stormfly's spines on it!! steel toed boots.

fishlegs dresses like a hipster. have u seen his moustache in httyd 3?? he's a hipster & he fucking rocks it. also rocks a lot of street styles he's one of the most fashionable of the gang & he is proud of it. he looks great always. gets the tattoos on his arms like he has in httyd 3. he also likes wearing rings!! has a wooden bead bracelet he wears from his older sister. uses stuff like beard oil & is super into skincare. u will catch him with a face mask & cucumbers over his eyes.

snotlout prob goes through the biggest style shift. when he's younger he dresses like the usual high school douchebag, backwards cap & everything. once he's a senior & after he graduates he's more biker style (he does become a biker dude after all). super tight t-shirts that show his boobs lmao. he gets his ears pierced & gets a labret piercing. tattoo sleeve on his right arm of monstrous nightmares entangling around each other. old habits die hard tho so sometimes u catch him with his backwards cap. heeled boots bc he likes to be tall.

ruffnut is so fucking cool u guys. she dresses in a variety of styles, sometimes vastly different day to day but she pulls them all off flawlessly. strong fashion is actually how she & fishlegs bond sometimes (or argue lmao). she's got so many ear piercings & switches out what she has by the day. she does her hair the most elaborately out of the gang, when it's long or short. loves long necklaces & layers them. has her nose pierced too. she has a tattoo of barf going down her calf (tuff has the other half so if they stand next to each other it completes the zippleback!!). her fave pair of shoes tho are her sketchers hiking sandals. let the dogs out!!!

tuff is also so fucking cool, though in a more laid back way compared to ruff. more grungy. ripped jeans from falling off his longboard. old sneakers that have been everywhere. shirts he's had since middle school that may be repurposed to have ripped sleeves or become crop tops. that ugly dress u saw at a thrift store? he's wearing it & fucking looks great. he has his septum pierced and multiple ear piercings (like httyd 3). i also think he'd get snake bites. when he's younger he wears beanies a lot but once he's older he puts his hair up in more elaborate "viking" styles with how he braids. also enjoys tank tops & more frayed looks to shirts in general. has belch tattooed down his calf (ruff has the other half, as stated above).

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[zapreportsblog]

Hai babyyyy,

How are you doing?

I was wondering if you could write about poly!volturi kings x reader bc there is this trend on tiktok about "I think im just about over being your gf" where you throw your ass in a circle what if reader just..... in front of the kings 😊 lap dance moment haha hoe would they react? (And reader has like a big butt big bitties.)

❝i think im over being your girlfriend❞

✭ pairing : poly volturi kings x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : in this story, (y/n) is exploring a trend on TikTok where people dance to the song "I think I'm just about over being your gf" by throwing their assets in a circle. The twist comes when she decides to perform this seductive dance in front of the Volturi kings, her mates, adding an element of surprise. (Y/n), known for their curvaceous figure, uses their big butt and bountiful bosom to captivate the kings. The story explores how each of the Volturi kings reacts to this unexpected lap dance moment, creating a playful and intriguing scenario.

✭ authors note : aye im pretty damn good my damn self, how are you? Whatcha been up too and sorry for the wait had to get a few other requests out the way first :)

✭ twilight masterlist 2

(Y/N) had always been one to keep up with the latest trends on social media. She often found herself scrolling through TikTok, exploring the various challenges and dances that filled her feed. But one evening, as she swiped through videos on her phone, she stumbled upon a challenge that caught her attention—the infamous "I think I'm just about over being your girlfriend" trend.

Intrigued, she watched as ladies confidently threw it back for their partners, their sultry moves captivating the camera. A mischievous idea began to form in her mind. Why not try this for herself? It could be a thrilling surprise for her mates, Aro, Marcus, and Caius, the Volturi kings.

With determination in her eyes, (Y/N) decided to give it a shot. She turned off her phone, placed it on her bedside table, and stood in front of her bedroom mirror. She needed to practice before she could confidently perform this sensual dance for the kings.

Her hips swayed, and her body moved to the rhythm of the song she'd chosen for her performance. She'd never been shy about her curves, and she knew she had the assets to pull this off. After several attempts, she was satisfied with her practice, convinced that she could execute the dance flawlessly.

Now, it was time to choose the perfect outfit. She rummaged through her closet, searching for something that would truly showcase her beauty. Hidden away, she found an old black lingerie outfit her friend had gifted her. It was a bit snug now, a testament to how her body had grown curvier over time, but it would have to do.

(Y/N) slipped into the lacey, figure-hugging lingerie, admiring herself in the mirror. She knew it would accentuate her curves and add to the allure of her performance. With a deep breath, she practiced the dance one more time, ensuring she had every move down to perfection.

Feeling confident and exhilarated, she decided it was time to take the challenge to the next level. Tonight, she would surprise Aro, Marcus, and Caius with her daring performance. The thought of their reactions filled her with anticipation and excitement as she prepared to step out and give her mates a show they would never forget.

Later that night; as the Volturi conducted their trials with their usual precision and solemnity, (Y/N) bided her time, concealed beneath a long black trench coat. She had carefully timed her entrance to coincide with the conclusion of the trials. Her heart raced with anticipation as she watched the proceedings from the shadows, her thoughts focused on the sultry surprise she had in store for the kings.

As the final verdicts were delivered and the crowd began to disperse, (Y/N) patiently waited. Her coat hid her outfit—or rather, her lack of one—as she stood in the dimly lit chamber. She knew the moment would come when the three kings would notice her presence, and that's when her true performance would begin.

Aro, always the first to sense unusual situations, eventually turned his gaze toward the enigmatic figure standing near the back. His sharp eyes locked onto the trench coat-clad (Y/N), and he made a move to approach her. But before he could take more than a single step, (Y/N) raised a finger to her lips, her eyes locked with his.

Aro, intrigued but also slightly suspicious, raised an elegant eyebrow in silent question. (Y/N), however, merely smirked in response and whispered softly, "Sit back down, Aro."

Surprised by the command and the audacity of this unexpected interruption, Aro hesitated for a moment. But curiosity got the better of him, and he complied, returning to his seat with a perplexed expression.

The other two kings, Marcus and Caius, exchanged glances, equally intrigued and bewildered by the turn of events. They, too, returned to their seats, their gazes fixed on (Y/N), waiting to see what she had in store.

With the kings now seated, (Y/N) knew she had their attention. Her smirk deepened as she purred, "I have a surprise for you, my kings, but only if you can be good boys." Her words hung in the air, thick with promise, as she prepared to unveil the tantalizing performance she had been rehearsing.

The atmosphere in the chamber was charged with anticipation and desire, as the Volturi kings, captivated by (Y/N)'s boldness and mystery, awaited the thrilling surprise that she had in store for them.

The moment had arrived. (Y/N) could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she stood before the Volturi kings, hidden beneath her long black trench coat. She had chosen the perfect song for her performance—the same one used in the "I think I'm over being your girlfriend" challenge.

As the song's chorus began to play, she let the trench coat slide off her shoulders with a slow, deliberate motion. It fell to the floor, leaving her in revealing black lingerie that showcased her voluptuous figure, her curvy assets barely concealed.

The sight took the Volturi kings completely by surprise. Aro's eyes widened with a mixture of intrigue and desire, Marcus watched with a contemplative gaze, and Caius couldn't help but growl softly as he observed her.

With the music enveloping her, (Y/N) began her sensual dance, perfectly in sync with the seductive rhythm. She threw her assets back at the kings, her every move deliberate and enticing. She danced as though she had been born to do so, confidence radiating from her every step.

As the chorus reached its peak, (Y/N) approached each king one by one, giving them their own private dance. She moved with fluid grace, teasingly smacking their hands away if they dared to reach for her. Leaning in close to their ears, she whispered seductively, "Nope, bad boy," her voice a sultry purr that sent shivers down their spines.

The Volturi kings were left in a state of awe and desire, their darkened eyes locked on (Y/N) as she continued her mesmerizing performance. As the dance neared its conclusion, she left them breathless and wanting more.

Grabbing her phone from the floor, (Y/N) began to walk away, a teasing smile playing on her lips. But it was Caius who couldn't let her escape so easily. With a fierce growl, he reached out and firmly grasped her arms, preventing her from leaving.

"You can't just leave after doing such things," Caius rumbled, his desire and frustration evident in his voice.

(Y/N) met his intense gaze with a playful smirk. "Oh yeah? Says who?"

That's when Marcus and Aro, drawn in by the magnetic allure of the scene, closed in behind her, forming a circle that trapped her in the middle. Their dark eyes bore into her with hunger and possessiveness.

"Says us," Aro whispered, his voice low and filled with promise.

The chamber was charged with an electric tension as (Y/N) found herself surrounded by the three Volturi kings, their desire for her palpable. The night had taken an unexpected turn, and it was clear that things were about to become even more intense and thrilling.

❝how the volturi kings would react to a lap dance from their curvy mate dancing for them❞

The Volturi kings, Aro, Marcus, and Caius, would have distinct yet intense reactions to their curvy mate's daring lap dance in the trial chambers

1. Aro : Aro, always intrigued by the unusual and unexpected, would be initially taken aback but quickly consumed by desire. As he reached out to touch her, only to have his advances playfully thwarted, he'd find himself captivated by (Y/N)'s teasing. Her whispered words of "no, bad boy" would only fuel his fascination, making him yearn for her even more.

2. Marcus : Marcus, known for his stoic demeanor, would watch (Y/N)'s performance with a contemplative gaze that concealed his inner turmoil. Her sensual dance would awaken a long-dormant desire within him, and when he tried to touch her, only to be denied, he'd feel a surge of both frustration and excitement. He'd be silently drawn to her, unable to resist the temptation she presented.

3. Caius : Caius, the most passionate and impulsive of the three kings, would react with a growl of desire when (Y/N) teased him by popping his hand away. His possessive nature would be ignited, and he'd take a more assertive approach in pursuing her. Caius would want to prove himself as a "good boy" in order to gain her affection and attention, making him all the more determined to win her over.

Overall, (Y/N)'s provocative lap dance would leave the Volturi kings in a state of intense desire and longing, setting the stage for a passionate and complex dynamic between them.

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[nicoline1998enilocin]

Big mistake

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.1K

SUMMARY | After a mission gone sideways, Bucky doesn't want to see anyone and just be left alone, so he can comprehend what happened. During this time he gets pushed to his breaking point, but now he has to live with the consequences of his own doing. This chapter is written from Bucky's pov.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Choking, anxiety, struggles with mental health, swearing, self-hate talk.

A/N | This one-shot is part of my series called 'Yours, Forever' and focuses on the events taking place during Chapter 7. However, this can be read as part of the series, or a standalone one-shot.

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

''Man, I can't wait to see Y/N again, I've missed her...'' Bucky said to Sam, but he really wish he hadn't when their phones went off saying that they had to get ready for a last-minute mission. ''Fuck, I'm supposed to pick her up from the airport in 3 days...'' Bucky sighed, but he didn't have a choice since he was called on to this mission too. ''I'm just gonna see if Steve can do it, I'll meet you at the jet,'' he said to Sam who agreed. He walked to his room and called Steve, even though he really didn't want to bother him on his date. Seems like he doesn't have much of a choice right now.

The phone rings 3 times before Steve picks up, much to Bucky's delight. ''Hey man, what's up?'' he says. ''Hey, I have to ask you a favor man. I'm supposed to pick up Y/N at the airport in 3 days but I got called into a last-minute mission, can you do it? I'm really sorry I have to pull you out of your date for it!'' Bucky rambled when getting his tactical gear ready to change into. ''Yeah no, it's okay. We can pick her up, don't apologize!'' Steve said, and he checked with Lucas if it was okay, he had never met any of his friends, they weren't even together for that long. ''All right, we'll be there, be safe on your mission, she'd want you back in one piece!'' he said before hanging up and Bucky was relieved that he could always count on his friend.

He slipped on his tactical gear and picked up his mission bag, which was always ready to go whenever he had to leave in a hurry. As promised he met Sam and the rest of the team and the jet, where everyone waited for Tony to give instructions on what would happen, since Steve had a day off for once. ''Bucky, I really don't think it's smart for you to go on this mission since it involves HYDRA. We don't want to risk you getting captured again,'' he said, but Bucky didn't want to hear it. ''I can handle it, I've proven that by now, right? Or do you still not trust me?'' he said with a layer of disgust in his tone, knowing full well what he thought of Bucky.

''You can fight me on this all you want, but I really don't think it's smart. Anyways, for this one, we need to infiltrate an old HYDRA base that has recently been taken into use again and make sure we destroy it for good this time. Everyone will go in their usual pairings and positions, so make sure you're ready.'' he finished his briefing. ''When we're done, we will meet everyone back at the jet, if we do it right the first time, we'll be out in a couple hours.'' and with that the rest of the ride was silent, Bucky was just staring ahead at the wall trying to collect his thoughts which wasn't that easy considering they would go into a HYDRA base again.

The mission went almost flawlessly, except for the fact that Bucky and Clint got attacked, and they were both off pretty bad. Clint had to be stitched up when they got back on the jet, Bucky was better off since he would heal pretty easily with the serum. The things he saw at the base were haunting him and all the memories he had from HYDRA and the Winter Soldier came flooding back all at once, giving him one of the most intense migraines he has had in a very long time. All he wanted to do was go home and lock himself in his room, he didn't want to face anybody right now. He just needed to be alone, just like he deserved to be.

Back at the compound, Steve and Y/N were waiting for everyone to come back after their mission, especially since she just got back from her trip to Italy and missed everyone so much. ''Oh Steve, here they come!'' she squealed excitedly when the jet came into sight, but Bucky wasn't ready to face her, not after everything that had just gone down a few hours ago. He didn't want to burden her with all of it, so as soon as everyone got off the jet, he walked in a straight line to his bedroom, not even so much as sending a glance over at Y/N, afraid that if he did he would break right then and there.

''Sam? What's going on with Bucky?'' he heard her ask and he really wanted to turn around and tell her what happened, but he couldn't get himself to do it. He felt so incredibly stupid right now, because all he wanted was to hold her and tell her he was okay, but he wasn't okay. His mind didn't stop showing him flashbacks, and the migraine didn't become any less either. Once he reached his bedroom, he slammed the door shut and asked JARVIS not to let anyone in, no one was allowed in his room for the foreseeable future. He walked into his bathroom, stripped himself of his tactical gear and turned on the shower, hoping that would make him feel a little better. It really didn't.

After his shower, he was standing in front of his mirror looking at himself, but all he could see was the version of himself he really wanted to forget his old self. All he could think about is how he didn't deserve to be here right now, that he should have been dead just like they planned. When these thoughts became increasingly overwhelming, he punched the mirror with his flesh hand and he cut himself deep when the shards of glass hit his hand, but he didn't care. ''FUCK!'' is all he could get out of his mouth because he couldn't deal with this right now. He just wanted to lay in bed and not talk to anyone.

For the first week, he could barely get himself out of bed to do anything, feeling locked inside his own head. The nightmares and flashbacks didn't stop, they only seemed to get worse the more time went by. He constantly gets texts and calls but ignores them because he really doesn't want to deal with anyone right now, he just can't get himself to do it. ''Fuck off!'' he yelled when his phone went off again and he smacked it against the wall with his vibranium arm, the thing shattering completely upon impact. All he can do is cry and turn around endlessly in his bed, afraid that when he falls asleep he won't ever wake up out of the nightmare.

The second week, he noticed that the nightmares and flashbacks subsided a little, but it wasn't much better than the first week. By this time he had managed to shower at least once, which was a little bit of an improvement, and he even started to eat some of the things his teammates left in front of his door every day. He was thankful that they still cared for him when he felt like this, but he still feels like they shouldn't. He is slowly gaining a little bit of his strength back and his energy goes up more too, but his mind still won't let him go outside of that door. In his mind, he is still very much a prisoner, just like the 7 decades he spent in HYDRA.

Y/N was at his door multiple times a day, talking to him about her days, what she did, and everyone else. She told him how she wanted to help him because she cares about him. ''You shouldn't be here Y/N,'' Bucky said shortly when he was finally getting sick and tired of her being there, even though he shouldn't be. He knows better than that. He reaches his breaking point, when she said ''Bucky, please. This isn't good for you, and we miss you, man. Hell, I miss you the most. I just want to see my boyfriend, I want to be there for you. WHY DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND I JUST WANNA HELP?! Why doesn't that get through your thick skull'' and she would immediately regret saying it.

He quickly got up from his bed and ripped the door off its hinges, and grabbed Y/N by her throat with his vibranium arm pushing her against the wall. He squeezed harder than intended but all the wanted to do was to stop her talking. When he heard Steve's voice across the hall, he relaxed a little knowing that it would finally be over. Steve pulled him off of her and he let him, falling back with a hard thud on top of him. He got washed over with regret, he did the one thing he promised he'd never do, and that is hurt her. He hurt the one person he cared the most for, aside from Steve. When he got up and pushed Steve off of him, all he could do was cry. The stress from the last few weeks all came out, and he could do nothing else but cry uncontrollably.

Bucky was well aware that he was royally fucked right now, he lost the one thing he felt worth living for. He lost his sunshine, his doll. Deep down he always knew there would be a bit of the Winter Soldier left in him, but he couldn't have imagined it would lead to this, to hurting Y/N. After he stopped crying and he picked himself back up, he wanted to go to the gym to get the rest of his anger out by punching something until he couldn't anymore. Until he couldn't stand on his legs from pure exhaustion. He changed into his gym clothes and opened the door, which is when he saw something silver shining on the floor, Y/N's necklace with her mom's name on it. He carefully picked it up and put it away in his nightstand for safekeeping. He really hoped he could give it back to her.

After about 2 weeks, everything had settled back to normal, except for the fact that everyone avoided looking at Bucky whenever they were in the same room as him, and he couldn't blame them. He did such a stupid thing, so he would just avoid everyone as much as possible, until there was an emergency meeting he couldn't get out off. He waited for everyone else to get there, so he could go in last. When he entered the conference room, he saw all eyes on him, but he also noticed that Y/N was there. As soon as they made eye contact, she flinched and quickly hid behind Steve so he could keep her safe. He quickly looked down to his shoes and found a chair that was as far away from everyone as possible.

All he could focus on was Y/N and the dark purple bruises that were still covering her neck. She had silent tears streaming down his face, but Tony held her close and was rubbing her back. That should be me, soothing her. Wait, no, she shouldn't need to be soothed, to begin with! he thinks to himself, the realization of his actions dawning on him once more. When the meeting was over everyone walked out of the room, except for Bucky, Tony and Y/N. ''Doll, can I just talk to you for a minute? I want to tell you how sorry-'', is all he could get out before he got rudely interrupted by Tony.

'' ''You don't get to call her doll anymore. You lost any and all privilege of that when you decided to hurt the one person who cared more for you than you could even imagine. When you hurt the woman who loved, hell, still loves you more than anything, but you had to go and fuck that up, didn't you? Because for some fucking reason, you can't see a good thing when it's right in front of you!'' Tony said, and Bucky got mad in an instant. ''You don't get to talk to me like that Stark. I would choose your next words carefully, or you'll be next.'' Bucky threatened him, and in his anger, he punched the wall with his vibranium arm. This made Y/N flinch again and made her cry even harder, letting out long, hard sobs. Bucky walked away and realized, once more, how utterly and royally fucked he was.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky fanfic #bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n

[zbsinbloom]

If ZB1 Were In A Girl Group

Description: Fem!ZB1 as members of existing girl groups. This is my opinion plus a few ideas from one of my besties and some of my fellow zumblr writers, if you don't agree feel free to write your own post 🤭

Also I couldn't find a gif for KOL so I put a pic instead

🍀 Jiwoong ‐ (G)I-DLE

These girls have no problem with more sexy/provocative concepts, and neither would fem!Jiwoong, she loves the affect she has on her fans

On stage she's a total femme fatale that has the fans swooning left, right and center… and she knows it (and as I said before, she loves it)

But off stage she's a complete dork who acts more like a maknae and shows off her natural cute side to the other members

Even Shuhua, the queen of flirting gets a little flustered when fem!Jiwoong reciprocates or flirts with her first

☘ Zhang Hao - Twice

Damn girl, is the rent due or something? Because fem!Hao is feeling herself in every song and fans absolutely adore her for it

Probably ends up being one of the loudest members somehow and goes viral for being a natural comedian. At least in this timeline she has fellow introverts

I can see fem!Hao and Chaeyoung collecting gg idols' numbers together. They have so many new wives friends now

Probably doesn't get treated that much like the youngest because he doesn't really act like it??

🍀 Hanbin - Aespa

This seems like the obvious choice for mother, after all, fem!Hanbin is an icon and boy does she know it

Have you seen the tutting choreo for Hold On Tight? She ate it up and left absolutely zero crumbs. She may probably even created the choreo (in this timeline)

She's got sass and she's got class. Fem!Hanbin Pulls off all of Aespa's choreographies flawlessly.. but are you really surprised?

I think of this group as being quite sharp and clean in their choreo which goes well with Hanbin in my opinion???

☘ Matthew - Weeekly

As much as I'm an "Woohyun oppa" anti, I guess I should let fem!Matthew get to live (some of) her cool unnie dreams

I know like one (1) of their songs and it's so Matthew coded. He would absolutely nail it for real

I feel like she would be that one member who isn't your bias but yes she is, we all stan our small Canadian queen

The members would look up to her a lot.. she just has this really calming, warm energy about her

🍀 Taerae - Stayc

I had 0 doubts here. Taerae would be a part of Stayc and I won't accept any debate on this

Vocal goddess!! Fem!Taerae's voice would fit so well with their concepts and she'd win so many hearts

Their concepts always seem so bright and fun which I think she would live for, and she'd get to show off her dimples which fans adore

As much as she could pull off darker concepts, I feel like her energy would really shine doing more fun, lively concepts

☘ Ricky - Kiss Of Life

I don't know much about these girls just yet but their music! It slaps and I think his vibe would fit well with theirs

Fem!Ricky would enjoy doing a hip concept like Shhh. It's cool and fresh and she would be living for it

She's similar in age as well so I think they'd all get along quite easily as they understand each other better

Their choreo is sexy enough for fem!Ricky to make the fans swoon but not over-the-top to the point it feels awkward to her

🍀 Gyuvin - Itzy

Itzy concepts are a) full of fun and b) full of 'love yourself' energy and yknow what… that's so Gyuvin-coded. Like who cares lemme just do my dancey dance

Okay but fem!Gyuvin would be an absolute clown. At this point she's had at least 47 memes made about her and they've all gone viral

She loves to have fun and be chaotic!! And isn't that Itzy's whole energy??? I feel like she would fit in perfectly with the other girls

They're gonna have their hands full with fem!Gyuvin but they're all whipped for her so they don't mind at all

☘ Gunwook - Everglow

Queens? Queens. Everglow never come here to play around and neither does Gunwook they deserve better though

When fem!Gunwook goes off, don't we all know about it? She dances at 400% all of the time

She's that member who looks super intimidating because she's both pretty and so talented. We all know she's an absolute sweetie though

Oh how the members would dote on her as the new youngest. Fem!Gunwook gets the princess treatment, especially because of the age gap

🍀 Yujin - Le Sserafim

Although he rocked Say My Name, I feel like fem!Yujin wouldn't want to have a cute concept all the time… every once in a while is enough

So she wouldn't want to be in a super cutesy group but not one that has overly sexy concepts either

Both she AND Eunchae get the maknae treatment, like I don't think having a new youngest member would change that

And they'd use it to their advantage, too. Fem!Yujin has found her new partner in crime… mostly to get more snacks

#zbsinbloom #zb1 gunwook #zb1 gyuvin #zb1 hanbin #zb1 jiwoong #zb1 zhang hao #zb1 matthew #zb1 ricky #zb1 taerae #zb1 yujin #zb1 fanfics #zumblr fics #zerobaseone fanfics #fem!zb1

[howtofightwrite]

What's the possibility of someone developing their own fighting style just purly from being in fights alot? My character is raised in a facility and forced to get in fights on a daily basis, I feel like at some point she'd develop her own way of combat (?

Thank you Starke :))

Yes and no, but also, no.

Okay, so let's start with that last, “no.” Fighting on a daily basis will wear you out and kill you in pretty short order. Even if you're fighting flawlessly, and not suffering any injuries, the sheer wear and tear will become debilitating in a matter of weeks. Your character is not going to be fighting flawlessly, meaning she's going to be injured in those fights, and the injuries will quickly stack up until she's in no condition to defend herself.

The first yes and no come off a different issue; two different terms that are both called style.

So, your fighting style describes both how your character approaches combat, and also the kind of martial arts they practice. There's a lot of intermingling between these two concepts, and if you have a martial art background, that will heavily influence your combat style.

So, yes, your character would absolutely develop a combat style. They may even start with a nascent style formed by their prior exposure to violence, pop culture, and any number of other factors. Seriously, prior injuries (both experienced and witnessed) can affect your combat style. This is your character's philosophy towards using violence, and it's almost impossible not to have some kind of combat style, (even if that “style” is to avoid violence entirely.)

Your character would not last long enough to develop their own martial arts style. “Self-taught martial artist,” isn't a realistic aspiration. It's a little like self-taught neurosurgeon: The actual skills are more precise then they may first appear, and the consequences for trying to , “fake it until you make it,” are particularly dire.

One critical issue with martial arts is, it's very easy to teach yourself, “wrong.” Following that, it's very easy to practice those errors into your muscle memory until they are (practically) irrevocable. These are errors that the practitioner will be completely unaware of, and against a foe with actual training, can be a huge liability. These aren't simply, “hidden vulnerabilities,” in some cases, the practitioner may be at significant risk of injuring themselves, due to errors in their technique.

So, let's loop back to that last, “no.” I said she wouldn't be fighting flawlessly. Even if she was, she'd be dealing with bruising on her hands, and forearms.

Without any background, if she learns how to generate force for a punch, she's likely to break bones in her hands. It's not really possible to guess which bones, because there are a lot of ways you can try to strike at someone with your hands, and some are much more self-destructive than others.

Kicks can end very badly for a fighter. Especially an untrained one who doesn't know to get their leg in and out fast enough to avoid retaliation. You do not want to be in a situation where someone has a hold of your raised leg in a fight. As with your hands, kicking with your feet can result in broken toes for the untrained. This may interfere with her ability to walk. (I've walked on a broken toe before, but I understand my situation wasn't exactly normal, and I wouldn't recommend the experience.) Kicking too high, (for instance, trying to kick someone in the head), can easily pull muscles, and make walking “difficult” for a few days.

Trying to copy martial arts throws you've seen on TV is a fantastic way to wrench your back (or worse.) While it's not exceptionally likely, this can damage your spine for life, if you screw up.

Blows to the head are cumulative, and remain cumulative. As we've said many, many, times, concussions are not something to screw around with. The problem is, if your character starts taking blows to the head, she's not going to have the time needed to heal, and if you're dealing with a concussion, you're in no condition to fight.

In order to survive that kind of combat frequency, you would need to either have superhuman resilience to damage, superhuman healing, or a supernatural capacity to ignore injuries (such as a possessing entity with no regard for the condition of its host body.)

If your character is human, and having to literally fight others every day, they will not last long, their body will fail under a mounting stack of injuries.

Depending on their age, and overall physical health, they'll need weeks to months to fully recover from combat and get back into top shape. If they're malnourished, then their healing times slow down dramatically, and malnourishment further impairs their ability to fight. Psychological decay, from constant stress, if their environment isn't safe(ish) will also impair their ability to fight. Illness is another real consideration. I minor cold isn't likely to be life threatening in most situations, but if you're having to fight for your life against a healthy opponent, that's a very bad time to have the sniffles, to say nothing of muscle aches, a nasty cough, or other symptoms.

Basically, even if they are able to fight perfectly, it's quite likely that it would be impossible for them to stay in top form for long, and it would likely be a matter of weeks before they were picked off by a newer prisoner.

So, would they last long enough to develop a combat style? Yes, or at least probably.

Would they be able to develop their own martial arts style? No, it doesn't work that way.

Would they be able to last long enough to do much of anything? Not if they're getting into combat on a daily basis. That's simply too fast for any human to survive. We're resilient, but we're not that resilient.

-Starke

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#Starke answers #writing advice #writing reference #writing tips #Starke is not a real doctor

[theheightofdishonor]

Inspired by this post, I kinda wanted to make my own dream cast for a female Only Friends since it seemed so fun. However, it turns out that i'm indecisive (which you'd think I already know) so I mostly just ended up musing different options. I kept a lot of @pranink's casting because they were so dead perfect.

Like Pat and Fah for Ray and Sand, especially Fah for Sand is such an inspired choice because she can pull of that same edge of sincerity that Sand has. And Pat ofc is a master at playing terrible and yet sympathetic characters. (she's a miracle in P.S. I hate you)

Mew was a bit harder. I love Namtam but I kinda wanna see Piploy too. I couldn't find gifs that got across the energy I wanted but I swear, she'd pull off Mew's slightly condescending sweetness and need for moral superiority flawlessly.

For Top, Jane Ramida would be my first pick but I think Tu would be really interesting and in this type of role too. I really can't pick between the two.

I'm keeping pranink's casting of Jamie Juthapich and View for Boston and Nick because it's so ridiculously perfect. Like look at them?

Boeing was the hardest to cast tbh because there's so many options that would work and yet they'd all give totally different vibes.

If we keep Jane as Top, then i'd want Tu as Boeing. Imagine Tu getting between Piploy and Jane?? It'd be amazing. Also this means we'd get FahTu and that's a dream pairing if there ever was one.

But Ciize would kill it too?? And I also kinda wanna see Milk in this role? It's soo difficult. Pics below so you can see.

Final decision though is that if Tu is Top, then Milk is Boeing because F4 (You don't understand how convinced I was that Lita was going to fall in love with Gorya and my dismay when she took the far more boring route of liking Thyme. It doesn't make sense, idc if it's adhering to the storyline)

However, if Jane's Top then Ciize because I know in my heart they'd have excellent chemistry together. And they're both part of SIZZY and I'm slowly accumulating the entire band for this cast.

Gigie for Daddy Dan. I don't think her and View have acted together yet so it'd be a really fun pairing and I think Gigie's got that slightly suspicious vibe that made all of us think Daddy Dan was going to be terrible before he turned out to be hella sweet. (Honestly, Gigie could do Boston too and probably would've been my first pick for it if I didn't fall in love with the idea of Jane J as Boston.)

Cheum and April were also surprisingly hard to pick, especially Cheum. The mean girl that thinks she's a mom friend? Like there are sooo many options. New Thitipoom and Gun Atthaphan would be easy picks but I also like Mike Chinnarat too and Pod because Pod tends to play sweeter characters and i'd love to see him play a mean girl. Ofc, Gun Korawit would kill it too. April would be Guy Sivakorn (he's incidentally in the last gif here and also I believe in my heart that he'd have chemistry with any of these boys. Plus. he's already partnered with Pod (ps i hate you) and Guy S. (2gether) .

If I was casting April and Cheum as a pair though Gun Atthaphan and Tor Thanaphob together would also be great and it wouldn't matter which one plays which because they'd both pull off either.

For Yo and Plug, I kinda like Man Trisanu and Prim Chanikarn. We know Man can do Yo's commitment issues and Prim has that indignant righteousness of someone in their early 20s when dating an older person.

But- and this is literally just for wish fullfillment- you could keep the genders unswitched and go with Zani Nipaporn for Yo and either Pond or Nanon for Plug. Though honestly, as long as Zani's Yo, any of Gmmtv's younger cast could do Plug.

Prigkhing Sureeyares for Atom. I'm imagining her in that scene where Atom lies to Cheum about Boston and honestly, she'd be so perfect for it.

and finally, Jan Ployshompoo for Gap.

#i considered mook for daddy dan but i think she looks too sweet #only friends the series #this was much harder than i thought it'd be because i couldn't just pick one #as you can see lol #and why yes i did make that nanon kneeling gif just for this

[softquietsteadylove]

Alright, something spicy needs to happen between mafia boss Thena and mafia boss Gil!

"Ice Queen."

"Tyrant King."

Insufferable--it had been insufferable between them since their meeting with Ajak. Since she'd made her little 'comment'.

"Please don't fuck each other in my office."

Gilgamesh had gone pretty quiet about it. He would be lying if he said he hadn't been embarrassed by the comment. But he couldn't afford to be flustered--he had an image to uphold.

Thena had upheld hers flawlessly. She'd gone cold--unreadable. And she didn't even look at him the entire rest of the meeting. Not on the walk out of her office, not while they were each waiting for their escorts back to their own offices.

He hadn't seen her since then until today.

"How's business?" he asked, hoping he was pulling off the 'nothing unusual here' vibe as he sat across from her.

"Steady."

He resisted the urge to tug at his tie as he leaned forward to sign some of the papers she presented him.

"How is Koreatown?"

It was all feeling a little too familiar. He gulped, glancing up. It proved to be a mistake, he realised.

Thena tucked some hair behind her ear as she signed the next one herself before passing it over to him. Her white satin dress showed just a hint of cleavage as her breasts pushed against the desk.

Gil gave his tie just a little tug. "Quiet."

Thena's eyes rose as she turned and slid the paper over to him. His sleeves were rolled up, showing off his tattoos as always. The tie was new, though--usually he had the first few buttons of his shirt undone, displaying the tattoos also encroaching on his chest. She'd always wondered how much of him was inked and how much was just golden skin...

Those eyes of hers were on him. He knew. He could feel them. But he kept quiet about it. He was trying to be a gentleman about it, although he wasn't entirely sure why. Trying to be a gentleman hadn't helped him last time at all.

Thena signed the last one carefully. Her shawl shifted in its place of being nestled in the crooks of her elbows. Once finished she pulled it up over her bare shoulders again. It wasn't as if the lace was opaque, but it was a signature, of sorts.

Gilgamesh had his muscles, his tattoos, a face that could go from smiling and laughing to dark and deadly in a second.

She had her carefully woven lace, her shimmering white satin clothes, a face that was always cold and a knife always strapped to her thigh.

Gil's eyes followed it as she pulled it up and forward. It didn't do anything to hide her away, but as soon as the white shrouded her porcelain skin he mourned seeing it uncovered. He tugged at his tie again.

"What are you wearing that for?"

"What?"

Thena rolled her eyes. She wasn't one for unnecessary words, let alone small talk. But she had wanted to know, so she had asked. "I have never seen you wear a tie in all the years you've been in town."

"I've worn ties before."

She scoffed at his quick retort. "Not unless it's to conduct business."

"This is business."

"I am not a mark," she narrowed her eyes at him like a cat watching its prey. "No need for the formality, Tyrant."

He puffed through his nose, and she looked just as affronted as he felt. He gripped the knot, "I'll take it off then, Ice."

"I didn't say you had to take it off."

"Then why bring it up?"

"All I did was ask," she huffed and stood from her chair, uncrossing her legs and resettling her shawl again.

Gil finished his last signature in rush, tugging his tie looser and looser. What was with her? "There."

"Pleasure doing business," she offered the typical and polite placation at the end of any business dealing in their line of work.

She walked over to him, her lace around her shoulders, caressing its way down her arms and them just brushing her hips on its way down. It was like an embrace around her, teasing and beckoning all at once. Her dress had a slit to allow her the room to cross her legs when sitting. It revealed a slim, pale calf and killer stiletto heel.

Gil managed to drag his eyes back up the leg and to her offered hand (somehow). He grasped it in his, always making sure to be soft with it. He knew that she wouldn't like knowing he was trying to be careful with her, but...he couldn't help it. Her hand was so small - so light - whenever he got to hold it in his.

Not that he looked forward to it or anything.

"Pleasure."

Thena dashed her eyes away as he brought the hand up to his lips. He deliberately avoided the two rings on her index and middle fingers, slipping a kiss right to her fourth knuckle. He aimed for her bare skin on purpose, although she always made extra sure to hide the shiver she might have - occasionally - experienced when he did.

"Pleasure indeed."

She knew how sexy she was. Fuck, she knew it, and she knew she was driving him crazy--she had to. Gil tugged his suit jacket, tugged at his tie, anything to get his mind off the woman in front of him. The woman who was all too capable of killing him with her bare hands, he had to remind himself.

"Well," he cleared his throat, unable to resist tugging the tie further and further towards being off completely. "Until next time, I guess."

"Leave the tie at home."

"Okay," he snorted, leaving it just barely on and turning to her with a glare as he popped the stiflingly tight collar open. "What is your problem?"

"My problem?" she growled right back at him.

He gave a little grin--just the type that got her riled up (like when he called her 'Princess'). "Flustered?"

"Why would I be?" Cold as Ice, her Majesty.

Gil chuckled, which got her shoulders up again. "It was your fault, you know--Ajak's little comment."

"My fault?!" There it was--the Ice Queen's temper. For all her frostiness, she could get boiling hot under the right circumstances. "You were the one trying to kiss me!"

"Okay fine," he shrugged, and she froze. She hadn't been expecting him to concede so easily. She'd probably been expecting him to argue that it was her trying to kiss him, but he didn't really care who was trying to kiss whom. He leaned forward, just a little. She'd gotten pretty close all on her own as she'd stormed over to him. "So?"

"S-So?" Thena raised her shoulders. She kept her eyes on him, trying to keep her focus sharp. She hadn't expected such a surrender from him, let alone for it to be about that.

She had been thinking endlessly about their...incident. She had been playing it over and over again, so ready to defend to her death that she was not the one trying to initiate something. She was not trying to kiss him in Ajak's office. She didn't lean in, she didn't reach out to pull him closer, she didn't get a whiff of his cologne and let it fog over her brain and all its reservations.

And she most certainly had never thought about fucking him--in anyone's office. Ever.

Gil moaned as she grabbed what remained of his tie and pulled him in. God, he'd been just aching for this. Ever since he'd come so close, all he could think about was the thought of her lips on his. He'd even started keeping lilies on his desk at his own office. No one had been brave enough to ask him why the sudden change, and he would have been too embarrassed to admit that it was to remind him of the smell of her anyway.

Thena gasped as he moved quickly, running his tongue along her lip to ask for more. She granted it, maybe a little too quickly and easily. But it wasn't the time for thinking things over and over. There wasn't time to analyze, because it was already happening. And he was a really good kisser.

Thena's hands tossed his tie aside, undoing buttons like a woman on a mission. He didn't want to be found lacking, though. His hands were gentle, pulling the delicate lace away from her, winding it around his hand before letting it slip away. He would replace its caressing presence on her skin.

"Gil," she heard herself gasp as his hands ran down her shoulders, over her arms and then to her waist and hips. He lifted her like it was nothing and her arms reflexively wrapped around his neck. Her hands gripped his shoulders, not that she could get any real grip with the size of her hands. He was like a wall of muscle.

Gil moaned as her tongue moved against his. He turned them, setting her on her desk as he moved to her neck. He pushed her hair out of the way, eager to take its place as well. He latched onto her fluttering pulse, kissing and nipping and listening to her responses to both.

Thena's chest heaved for breath as Gil continued to banish her thoughts from forming properly. His mouth was on her throat, his hands were just barely beginning to slip the straps of her dress down. Then they were sneaking down further again.

"Do you have any idea," he growled against the flat of her stomach, rumpling the shimmering material of her dress as he tugged it up and out of his way. He tossed the skirt of it over her knees, revealing the holster he knew she kept there. His fingers moved gently over the skin of her inner thigh. "How beautiful you are?"

Thena bit her lip, trying not to gasp as he released the holster, letting it drop to the floor. His fingertips were surprisingly soft as he rubbed the reddened skin from where the clip dug into her flesh to hold itself up. The Tyrant King was a surprisingly gentle soul for what his title said about him. It was one of the things about him she found most charming, entirely against her will. "No."

"No?" he chuckled, lowering his head to kiss the inside of her knee. He knelt down, looking up at her with a coolly raised brow. "Shall I show you?"

Thena panted, feeling entirely too flushed for her liking as her eyes met his. She looked up and away, pressing her heel into his shoulder. She refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing he could fluster her.

"Ah," he chided, catching the heel before she could dig it into his suit. He was careful, but maybe a little teasing, as he undid the strap of it. He flicked the latch open and extracted the strap with his teeth. He looked up at her again, "let me work, Ice."

Thena's head rolled back as he licked up her ankle until he could kiss the back of her calf. He give the inside of her knee a lick again before continuing up and up and up. She felt dizzy, her fingers crinkling the papers they had so carelessly left sitting around before...this.

Gil gripped her hips, helping to ease her back as he kissed the mark where her holster had been sitting. He trailed his fingers up under the seam of her dress slit, running them along the sheer edge between her legs. "Thena?"

She bit her lip again, trying to keep herself from whining at him. But the firmer he pressed the more she was ready to wrap her legs around him and lock him in place until she was good and finished. "More."

He delved in without hesitation. Her hips lifted off the desk as his tongue pressed against her, flat and firm, but he held her steady.

"Fuck!" Thena screamed out, the sound of it filling her office between her pants and gasps and moans. Gil moaned in reply, not letting her feel alone in her pleasure, even on the actively pleasuring side of things. Her hands slid down, her fingers running through his hair as his tongue pushed into her. Her vision blurred, the light of her office becoming a glowing halo, beckoning her towards release. "Gil!"

He listened carefully, testing what worked for her. He'd never had a job more important than this. He held her thighs in his hands, barely able to keep them from crushing his head as she writhed against him. Not that he really minded if she wanted to crush his head between those deadly strong thighs of hers. What a way to die.

"Gil," she whimpered, her hips rolling and her voice leaking into her breath more and more. "Yes, yes, please, there!"

Thena collapsed backwards onto her desk, her hips bucking against his grasp as he pushed her over the edge. He drank up her ecstasy happily, holding her trembling legs as she flinched with each wave of pleasure rolling over her.

Gil pulled away slowly, letting her legs down and moving back up without any sudden movements. He pulled her back up gently, kissing her in greeting. "You good?"

She was so much more than good. But he could never ever know that, ever. Thena nodded, not trusting herself to speak just yet. It was bad enough that she was going have that 'glow' after not having a release like that in god knew how long.

Gilgamesh might have been a dangerous mob boss, and the Tyrant King, and a surprisingly good cook, but he was not a selfish lover. That was for sure.

Gil picked her up again and brought them back to her office couch, across from the scene of the crime. Thena was still collecting her breath, head against his chest, although she'd resisted being fully held in his arms.

Gil was still savouring the moment when he felt her fingers resume their job of undoing his shirt. She really was the master of a featherlight sleight of hand. He hadn't even noticed until she was pulling his shirt out from his trousers. "You ready for more?"

"I don't leave debts unpaid."

"I don't-!" Gil bit his tongue as she latched onto his earlobe with her teeth, biting down just a little harder than playfully. Her tongue soothed it not a second later, then she was kissing down his neck as he had done for her. Her hands moved deftly, pushing away his shirt, and his jacket, and unzipping him with butter-smooth movements.

"Sh," she breathed against his skin, letting him get nice and riled up. If he was going to make an absolute mess of her then she was going to melt him into a puddle.

Not that she had been wanting to or anything.

"Let me," she whispered, kissing down over his collarbone and tracing her hands over the intricate tattoos. She kissed down to his chest, where the inky sea parted, revealing light chest hair. She pressed her palm to it as her other hand found the shape of him.

"Thena," Gil grunted, already raising his hips into her touch. He was at her mercy, and he didn't mind one bit.

"The king indeed," she purred in his ear, enjoying the flush of red that shot up from the base of his neck. It wasn't entirely flattery, either; her heart pounded as she wrapped her hand around him completely. Her hips had a familiar aching in them. "Do you want this?"

"Yes," Gilgamesh choked out, his hands gripping her raised hips and sliding up further, pulling her dress with it.

"Mm," she hummed, kissing along his cheeks until reaching his lips again. She hovered over him, forcing his eyes to meet hers again. "Do you want me?"

"Yes," he whispered, although his eyes slid closed again as she slid down onto him. He groaned, his hands moving over her back to pull her closer to him. "Thena."

He said her name so beautifully. But she wanted to hear him robbed of words--even her name. She started moving in his lap, his hands on her back, her lips on his--on his cheeks, on his neck. She pressed against his chest, feeling the muscles of his pecs flex under her with every thrust.

"Fuck, Thena," he panted, enjoying himself entirely as she moved on top of him.

Thena bit her lip. It felt good. It felt really good. But this wasn't about just her. "Tell me how much you wanted me."

"So bad," Gil panted in response, his lips eager to find the little spot between her jaw and neck again.

Thena gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Tell me you want me now."

"More than anything," he growled, his hands still moving over her back. They finally - finally! - found the hidden zip of the dress at her side and pulled it down.

Thena's eyes shot open as he dragged the zipper down, and then ripped the dress clean apart into two. It fell off her to the floor. She pulled away from his lips with snarl. "You-!"

Gil pulled out of her, catching her growling at him and the absence of him all at once. He lifted her, flipping them so he could lie over her on the sizeable sofa properly. "I'll buy you a new one."

"That's not the point!" she barked at him. She was angry about her dress. She was frustrated about the way he'd stopped fucking her just to change positions. And she was irritated with the way he had sat up and away from her just to stare. "What?!"

Gil ignored her, running a hand through his hair as he took a few breaths, both of them in their naked glory under her office light.

Fuck, he was beautiful. The light accented the shadows and angles of his muscles, and all of the human curves in between. And he was still rock hard. Thena raised a brow at him, eager to sink her teeth into him, both metaphorically and physically, if the opportunity arose. "Do you always stop in the middle of fucking just to catch your breath."

He looked down at her like a wife who was nagging him about something. But he grinned, lying over her again and kissing her just as hard as he had when she'd grabbed him by the tie. She moaned in response, back arching up to him. He ran his fingers through her hair, pushing and tussling it however he liked.

Thena gasped as he pushed it up and away, his tongue running over her earrings, and the backs of them, before whispering: "no, but I do want to savour every minute of making love to you."

He thought he was so cute--he thought he was so charming. Thena kept kissing him, refusing to let him see the look on her face as she felt butterflies.

Gil tore his lips away from hers, enjoying the pout to them as she tried to follow with her own. He left one last kiss on them before kissing over her cheeks to the opposite ear. He hoped he would get to actually see her blushing, but that would have to wait for another day. "Are you ready for me, Gongjunim?"

Thena pinched him, right in the love handle over his hip. She had been ready before he'd interrupted them just to use some sappy line on her.

"Right away," he chuckled, his breath on her neck as he pushed into her again, "your Majesty."

Thena let out a deep moan as he started moving again, her legs tangling up with his as he started thrusting again. Her hands gripped his shoulders and then dragged down to the thick muscle over his sides. "Fuck, Gil, yes!"

"Thena," he groaned, burying his nose in her neck, just as she was doing burying her face against his shoulder. He moved, nudging her until he could kiss her again. He wanted to feel her and smell her and taste her all at once. He wanted every one of his senses screaming 'Thena' at the same time. "Shit, baby, you gotta come soon."

Oh, she was much closer than he thought she was. Her lip was probably bruised from biting into it so hard. But their tongues met again, and as his mouth left hers a whimper ripped out. "Gil, I'm so close."

He picked up pace.

"Fuck, fuck, yes," Thena panted, her hips moving with his just as desperately. One arm looped around his neck and the other pulled at the hair at the back of his head. "Gil!"

Gil pressed his mouth to her neck as she gripped him, swallowing him up in every sense of the word. Her heartbeat pounded all throughout her, travelling through him with every pulse of all of her muscles at once. His hips continued to move, dragging them both through it, drawing out the agonising pleasure of it all.

Thena squeezed her eyes hard before they fluttered open. It was just hazy white for a few minutes. The ceiling of her office came into focus slowly. She was much more aware of the weight of Gilgamesh panting on top of her, his arms around her, her legs wound around his like vines. Part of her wanted to get up and walk away from him and all of it, cold as ice.

She couldn't even if she really wanted to, realising her head was half in the clouds and her knees weren't going to work for at least a few minutes.

Gil turned his face into her neck again, kissing lightly up until he could reach her lips again. The kiss was warm and gentle. "Hey."

"Hey," she said while taking a deep breath in, blinking a few times in an effort to reorient herself. But Gil was still kissing her - like he couldn't get enough - and she was still letting him.

Not that she enjoyed kissing him or anything.

"C'mere," Gilgamesh murmured, pulling himself up and pulling her with him with an arm around her waist again. She was soft against him as he pulled them both into sitting up. He reached for his rumpled dress shirt, draping it around her pink flushed shoulders as he held her on his lap. "So?"

Thena peeled her eyes open, doing her best to glare at him for interrupting her tranquility. She raised a brow at his bright grin, practically giggling with glee. "So what?"

He was even more undeterred by her prickliness, though. He leaned forward until his forehead could touch hers. "Do you know, now?--how beautiful you are?"

He thought he was so fucking charming--damn this man, and that heart of his. Thena allowed him one more kiss, soft and slower than before. She was beginning to think he liked kissing her or something.

"After one round?"

"One and a half," Gil corrected her urgently, a pout on his lips. "And I thought they were pretty good."

Oh, they were amazing. Maybe the most amazing she'd ever had in her life. But he could never ever know that, ever.

So, she smirked at him, trailing her finger off his lip and down over his chest again. "Shall we make it an even three to find out?"

#You read the ask #don't read this at work #and I mean really #this one is a long one #so strap in #don't let someone on the bus read this over your shoulder #but I was lowkey hoping someone would ask this #so I hope you enjoy #a consensual workplace relationship #sorry #Ice Queen/Tyrant King AU #Next time they go see Ajak #no one can look anyone in the eye #Ajak is just sitting there like #will you two please get it together #Thenamesh 18+

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Till Death Do Us Part Chapter 3: Talk To Me

A/N: Yeah I actually finished the next chapter already. Hadn't been this eager to write in awhile. So enjoy the next chapter, everyone! If you like listen while you read along, this is what I was listening to while I wrote!

Weeks turned into months since Shadow and Amy had spoken, they would occasionally see one another in the city; or at the school when Amy dropped off the children. Throughout the awkward silence Amy couldn't get her mind off of him. How was he doing? Was he mad at her? Random thoughts popped in her head concerning the dark hedgehog. She also wondered how his Chao was doing, Echo certainly was a cute companion. It seemed like they were the perfect match for one another. At least Shadow wasn't completely alone; not that he minded. 

Honestly, she missed him. Every once in a while, she lay in bed staring at the last conversation via text message, and she'd start typing but froze in mid-typing.  Instead, Amy would end up shutting her phone off to get some much deserved rest. Anytime her phone would sound off the day after that, she hoped it was actually him. Amy stood at the kitchen sink daydreaming while her dishes were soaking. She jumped back into reality when Lily came rushing downstairs, "mom! We gotta get to the game!" Oh yeah, Lily started playing soccer a couple weeks ago. She was pretty good for being unfamiliar with the sport. Her friends played alongside her, and she  adored it. Amy probably loved watching her as much as Lily enjoyed playing. She also had a great coach on the field, it was her uncle Knuckles. He also would coach football in the fall, if he was needed. Deep down Knuckles preferred teaching football when given the chance, but the previous coach for soccer had to move all of a sudden, and the school was in dire need so Knuckles was hired on the spot. 

The game ended around 9pm that evening, the home team taking another win for the season. In reward, Knuckles took the players out to celebrate to get pizza and some ice cream. About 11pm that night, they said their goodbyes and departed back to their homes. Amy was relieved that tomorrow was the start of the weekend, so her and the kids could sleep in. 

The following morning, Amy woke up around 10am that morning to find her children curled beside her. When did they join her last night? She couldn't remember, nor did she mind whatsoever. She held them close and tight against her; soaking up every moment with them. Eventually by noon, the three of them got out of bed and had a late brunch at Vanilla's Cafe. She never made the family pay their bill whenever they ever ate there. Vanilla claimed it was because Amy works there, but the pink hedgehog knew otherwise. Amy was tickled to see Cream coming from the back of the cafe to greet them. Amy and Cream hadn't been able to catch up with her clothing line going so flawlessly. Her nearby boutique was booming with business. So much so, that Cream had to close to restock the shop. This was why Cream was relieved she finally hired some help there. She couldn't have done this alone, that was for sure. 

Vanilla closes earlier on every other Saturdays to make sure they have enough inventory, and to go through their finances they've collected. After a busy lunch hour, the older rabbit turned the Open sign to closed. Other employees were working in the back to fulfil some online orders, and then boxed the contents up, and bagged each of them before heading out to the destination that was sent to them the day before. Vanilla asked Lily and Mach if they could assist her with some other duties around the cafe, they were more than happy to help so they jumped at the opportunity. Amy and Cream cleaned off their table, and made their way behind the counter to clean up and do a count of items they were needing for the upcoming order. "I saw you and Shadow together." Cream suddenly broke the silence. Amy almost dropped the container of cream cheese that she pulled from the huge fridge. "It was a long time ago, but... are you and him a thing?" Cream's eyes widened, when she met Amy's jade eyes. 

The pink hedgehog felt her cheeks growing hot, but Amy shook her head, "No. We're not anything, Cream.  I felt... lonely.. so he walked me home after work." She jotted down something on the notepad in her hand. Cream nodded, Amy breathed out in relief when her friend didn't continue to ask more questions. Cream knew her very well, if Amy wanted to talk more about whether anything was going on, even if just a hint; Amy would definitely tell her. Cream quickly changed the subject, talking about her upcoming clothing projects, but mentioned she was gonna focus on selling out what she designed already. Especially since her next project was focused on fall attire. Amy was so proud of her, the younger rabbit lost count of how many times Amy had told her that. Of course she didn't mind the compliments, and the encouragements without her she wouldn't even be a clothing designer. Once they gathered their list and sat together checking things off. This helped Vanilla tremendously. Once the children sat with them, they all enjoyed a hot cup of tea, and chatted for hours.

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Weeks flew by, filled with soccer games, meetings with teachers, pizza nights, and movie nights to name a few. Near the end of August the family took a trip to the mountains, all of them were there for week out of school, and work. Knuckles, Rouge and their family, Tails, Cream and her mom as well. The cabin was full of laughter, and chaos. It was like the good days... when Sonic was with them. While the children played amongst each other, Mach and Knuckles' son occasionally getting into trouble for roughhousing, eventually pairing off to join Knuckles and Tails at the pool table. Amy was standing outside on the balcony admiring the stunning view of the mountains before her. "Hey sugar." Rouge greeted, slipping outside of the sliding door of the cabin. She gave Amy an warm arm hug. "You're missing him right now, aren't you?" Amy almost wondered if she was actually talking about Shadow. She quickly pushed that thought out of her head. 

"Everyday.." She leaned into her shoulder. "Earlier this year I wouldn't even come along with you guys." Amy gave her a pained smile, and Rouge returned it.

"You're making progress, girlie." The girls distanced themselves. "Sonic would have been proud of you, Amy. He would want you to live your life, even if he couldn't... enjoy it with you." Amy's ears pinned back in sadness, and her eyes stung with fresh tears. The two embraced in a teary hug. Pushing such emotions behind them, they joined the others inside the coziness of the cabin, they gathered together to play some tabletop games, video games, dancing games like they use to do as kids, the room filling with laughter once more. When the children went to bed, the adults decided to play a game with alcohol shots. They wouldn't drink enough to get wasted, but just for the hell of it. Amy on the other hand after 6 shots she felt funny, thankfully they ended the game shortly after and started to get ready to head to bed. Some of them taking turns having a quick shower or a bubble bath before going to sleep.

Now alone in the dark bedroom, Amy glanced at her phone her finger hovered over Shadow's contact number. Just text him. It won't hurt. Invite him for coffee on Monday. Amy sat at the edge of her bed, her fingers tapping away. She simply sent him a "Hello", and then shamefully laid her phone down on the nightstand, tucked herself under the comforter. She was out like a light within 20 minutes.

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Around 9 the following morning, she peeled her eyes open, and her ears twitched in annoyance to the sound of her alarm going off. She reached for her phone to turn the racket off, she rubbed at her eyes,  trying to focus on the notifications that displayed on her phone. One of them was by Shadow. Her face turned hot all of a sudden. She scrolled to open his text message.

Morning. His message read, it showed that he read her message around 1 that morning, and he didn't respond until about 7 that morning. Perhaps he was doubting talking to her, too? She was relieved he even texted at all. 

She bit her bottom lip, and started texting back. "Are you gonna be free on Monday? Would you like to have coffee at my house?" Amy inserted a emoji of a coffee inside the text. She almost wanted to admit that she missed him, but that would be pushing it. To her surprise, he was already typing back. While she waited for his response,  Amy quickly got off the bed, and started to find something to wear for the day ahead. She overheard commotion from her friends, Cream and Vanilla was probably prepping breakfast for everyone. Her phone made a noise, and vibrated to indicate she received a text.

...Sure. He responded back. All that wait for him to reply with one word? Damn, Shadow. She texted him the time to come by on Monday, and then rushed out the door to meet her friends for breakfast. Her mind felt fuzzy. What was she doing? She didn't want to hurt her daughter's feelings, or give her the wrong idea when she told her months ago that Shadow wasn't going to be around more often. It was just catching up over a cup of coffee. That's all. She told herself over and over in her head. While she was fighting with these thoughts, unaware to her friends, they talked amongst themselves, and devoured the delicious breakfast prepared for them. Amy stayed pretty quiet at the table. Only making small talk every once and awhile. Once everyone was finished up, Amy, and Lily helped with the dishes, and Mach stubbornly helped sweep any messes on the floor around the dinning area. The big group of friends gathered some of their belongings and headed out into the shopping area downtown. It was a nice change compared to the shops back at home. Amy found a new handbag, while the kids found some candy, and Mach found a toy or two that he wanted. They stopped for a snack after noon that day, before hitting some more stores. They found a familiar mountain overlook where they recaptured some pictures that they once took here years ago.  When they returned with handfuls of bags, they all slouched on the couch to catch a movie. While the movie played, Rouge, Amy, and Cream, started packing up their things. They will be heading back home early in the morning. Once everything was packed up, and the children's belongings were packed away, they relaxed in the hot tub together. Catching up some gossip here and there. It felt like things were back to normal once more, Amy gave a sigh of relief as Rouge and Cream talked amongst themselves. 

They returned home bright and early that Sunday morning, Amy went through the children's belongings and started a load of laundry, while they snoozed on the couch together. Amy had to stop by the store so she could get some groceries and some other random needs. Lily and Mach tagged along, picking out things they wanted for the school week ahead of them. Mach got bored so he ended up riding in the cart and begged his mom to let him play on her phone, which she didn't allow. They left the store, stopped for a quick bite to eat and headed back home for a lazy evening. Mach had to catch up on some last minute homework that he had forgotten to bring during his vacation, while Lily drew on her sketchpad. The nightly routine went smoothly from there, and they wished eachother a good night. While they were in a deep slumber, Amy was wide awake for several hours... thinking about Shadow visiting in the morning. He would be coming by after the kids were already in school. She texted him one last time that evening, but he didn't respond back until midnight saying he was busy at the moment. Amy respected that, and rested her head while her mind continued to race.

Monday came and Mach put up a fight about getting up and going to school, Amy was concerned she was gonna have to literally drag him out of bed, and out the door. It was a frantic start of the week. Lily already went ahead with her friends at the school, Amy watching closely before turning to go back home because Mach forgot his lunchbox, once home he quickly retrieved it from the kitchen and walked back to the school with his mom. His teacher and Amy spoke a few words, and Amy kneeled to his level telling him to respect his teacher and follow her instructions. He wanted to roll his eyes, but thought against it, so he just nodded before joining his classmates. Waving bye, Amy departed the school. She made a quick errand before returning home, it was just after 9:30am by now and Shadow was waiting outside her house. Startling her slightly. "You really shouldn't leave your front door open, Amy." He warned. Amy slapped her forehead, walked passed him going inside her house. 

"It's been a crazy morning, ok? I wasn't that far." He grunted in response, as he inched further into the house. "Mach forgot to do his homework, so we were up late, and then he left his lunchbox this morning." She laughed, "don't you just love Mondays?" Shadow raised a brow, not sure if that was a hypothetical question or not. "Sorry, I know I was running behind. I didn't realize I ran out of coffee and some creamer."  Amy knew she had forgotten something at the store on Sunday. Mom brain. She unpacked everything, and tossed the plastic in the recycling bin. While Shadow sat down at the bar, she sat down a thing of cookies she made earlier that morning. He watched her prepare some coffee. She felt his gaze on her back, and shivered. "Any creamer for you?" 

"Just black coffee."

"Boring." She said with a grin, as she poured out the freshly made pot of coffee into a mug for him, he got up to retrieve it from her. Their eyes briefly met, before she turned to make a cup of joe for herself. 

"How was vacation? I thought I was the one known for silent treatments." He muttered the end of that sentence, as if he didn't mean to say that outside of his thoughts. Amy shot him a look, she reached for the handle of her mug not noticing how hot it had gotten. 

"I had fun- OUCH!" Amy's squealed, she let go of the cup and it shattered to the floor, spilling the contents all over her shoes, and her floor. Shadow quickly responded, and put his cup back on the table. Amy glanced at her hand, thankfully it didn't look too bad. Her gloves probably protected her from too much damage to her skin. She bent down, "can you grab that broom...?" Before she got it out of her mouth, he was gone to retrieve the broom, she picked up a bigger piece of the shattered cup. She dropped it on the floor and backed up. Taking note that this was indeed Sonic's cup. She didn't realize she grabbed that cup for herself, she just now noticed that the mug on the counter was still there. It read "wifey" on it. While Shadow was trying to get the pieces up with a broom, she started bawling. 

Shadow stood tall when he noticed she had been crying. What just happened? Did she get burned? He wondered. "Let's get your boots off..." He said, trying to soak up the liquid with a towel. He encouraged her to let him help her with her wet boots, but Amy jerked away. 

"I am so damn clumsy!" She screamed out a curse, beating herself up for this little incident. She stubbornly wiped at her tears, and walked over to the remains of the cup that Shadow had scooped up in a dustpan for her. She picked up the piece that had part of the "h" engraved on it. She slammed her fist on the counter, and cried harder, her body shaking with grief. Hands touched her by the shoulder, as she was brought away from the counter. 

"It's just a cup." Shadow whispered. His left hand ran down her arm. "We can get it fixed. Or a new one.." 

Amy abruptly turned to around fully to face the male hedgehog, "no! It wouldn't be the same!" She pushed him away. "It's gone. Just like him..." Normally, Amy would wonder why grief would hit her like this. She was doing great! Or at least she thought so. "I wish it was me who died, Shadow..."  She slumped against the counter. Her face red from all the crying, and her eyes bloodshot. "Why couldn't it have been me?" She brushed her bangs away from her eyes, staring at the floor.

Shadow didn't have an answer for that. He always wondered why Maria had to die, instead of him. But, that was a question that would never get answered. "Maria always said when someone died... they were sleeping. Perhaps.. Sonic needed to rest." Shadow words were barely audible. "Perhaps, it wasn't your time because... you have more to do here." Shadow looked away when her teary gaze met his, he rubbed at the back of his head. He hated confrontation such as this. Battles he could do any time of the day, and brush it off but having a deep conversation like this was a different ballgame. 

Amy sniffled, "Sonic sure did carry a lot on his shoulders." The pink hedgehog exhaled. Maybe Shadow was right? It was easier to think about death after what he said. "Lily and Mach would have been without a mother. I couldn't even imagine..." Amy's heartbeat seemed to have returned to a normal pace, and she started to relax. Shadow offered to fix her a cup while Amy went to remove her shoes, and let them dry outside. She turned down the offer; for she couldn't stomach drinking coffee right now. For the rest of the evening, Amy and Shadow sat in silence scanning through the channels provided on the television. When they saw something that caught their attention, halfway through the film Amy fell asleep on the couch. Shadow quietly got up, and made his way to the exit. Double checking to make sure her front door was locked before leaving. 

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Later that evening, Amy decided to pick up a shift at the cafe to ease her mind and help her friends. Cream actually ended up getting sick after they returned from their vacation, so Vanilla needed help with closing up the cafe. A few costumers lingered while reading a book, and sipping slowly on their coffee. Amy of course didn't rush them. They'll be closing at 9pm tonight, so they had an hour at least. The bell at the door rung when a familiar face walked inside. Amy doubled back when she witnessed Shadow walking in the cafe. He glanced at the menu, while she quickly put the mop away, so she could greet him behind the counter. "Hey you." Shadow scoffed at her greeting. "What would you like today?" Her costumer voice taking over.

"I... didn't plan on buying anything." Amy rolled her eyes and started wrapping a couple pieces of fudge up for him. Encouraging him to try it, at least. His brows furrowed, but he presented his payment anyway, but she waved it off, then returned to her cleaning. Before unwrapping the treat,  Shadow dropped some cash into the tipping jar. He took a bite of the chocolate fudge, as if he was a picky child trying something new. Amy looked over to see him walking over. Her eyes went to a box in his hand, how had she not noticed that before. She wiped some sweat off of her brow, and pushed the mop aside. 

"What ya' got?" She motioned towards the box under his arm, from behind Shadow she witnessed the couple get up to leave. They waved bye, and thanked her. She took a sip of water, waiting for Shadow to respond. Before he did, he ate the remainder of his fudge.  

"It's for you." Amy blinked in surprise. Without her trying to turn this gift down, he handed it to her. Amy glanced around the cafe, not like she should be worried because the cafe should be closing soon and the other employee with her is working on a 5 layer cake. She opened the flap of the box to reveal something wrapped securely in bubble wrap. While she took the item out of the box, Shadow inhaled the peanut butter fudge that he had. It appeared to be a mug. It was a black mug with letters engraved on it that read "A-hole." Amy blinked at the other hedgehog in confusion. "You can keep it at your place, if I visit for coffee."

Her lips spread out into a warm smile as she admired it, "ok. Thanks I guess?" Amy shouldn't be expecting anything romantic, at least. It wasn't like there was anything romantic going on, anyway. She wrapped it up and put it away. "It's nice and all, but it shouldn't say that..." She knew he was trying to be humorous because on her contact list he is listed under "Asshole", her eyes softened and she inched closer to him, their bodies touching when she him into a hug. "you're not an asshole, Shadow. At least not to me, anyway." She could feel his heart beating faster almost so fast she thought it would pound out of his chest. Amy felt warm against him, her cheeks growing hotter the longer she held him in an embrace.  When their eyes met again, she could have sworn she saw redness building on his cheeks. Amy pinched his cheeks, "so...take it back." Someone behind them in the cafe had coughed, making the hedgehogs part from eachother. Ciara looked to Amy in surprise. 

"Oh! I'm sorry... whose this fella, Amy?"

Amy laughed nervously, and distanced herself further from the male hedgehog. "Oh, just a good friend. That's all." Her burning cheeks said differently, a friend wouldn't make you feel this way, right? "Shadow, this is my coworker Ciara." Shadow acknowledged with just a nod in her direction. Ciara nodded back in acknowledgement, her smile turning into a playful grin. Shadow whispered that'll he'll be leaving now, and within seconds Shadow was gone. 

Ciara grinned back at the blushing Amy, "I didn't know you were dating now." She walked behind the counter to remove the remaining treats from the display. Some of which will be taken home with them, or given away.

"We're not dating." Amy sighed. She felt defeated. 

"Really?" Ciara looked at her, conflicted. She wasn't convinced whatsoever. But, this wasn't her business. "If you say so, Amy. " Ciara smiled back at her. "Is there anymore cleaning that needs to be done?" She looked around the room. 

Amy swallowed the lump in her throat, "this table should be the last one." Her coworker nodded. 

"Amy, if he makes you happy. Go for it." Ciara stopped infront of the booth that Amy was cleaning.

The pink hedgehog slumped into the booth, "I can't. There's no one that can replace-"

"Who would be replacing him? Honey..." Ciara sat with her. "No one will ever replace your dear husband. I'm sure if you go further with this Shadow character, he would know that."

Amy gave her a faint smile, then looked down to her feet. "Lily saw him, and I can't do that to her. I can't just bring a strange guy into our lives like that." Amy glanced out the window, watching the rain patter against the window. "It feels way too soon."

"I'm sure she can get use to him, and start to love him for who he is. She doesn't have to see him as a replacement for her dad. But, if she sees that HE makes you happy, I'm sure she would learn to accept him, so will Mach as well." Ciara hugged her close, Amy gave a deep sigh. "If you feel like its too soon, take your time. Don't be trying to make little brothers and sisters for Lily and Mach, now." Her pink friend gave her a look, and Ciara laughed. 

"Chaos..." Amy hid her face, and quickly got up from the booth. "He... does make me happy, Ciara. He has brought me out of my emotional funk." Once the table was cleaned off, Amy walked over to collect the tip on the counter, noticing the cash that Shadow left. She smiled. "But, he's not exactly a very open kind of guy, though. He's so hard to read. Much harder to understand than Sonic was." She locked up the cash register, and disposed of any receipts from the day. 

Ciara switched off some lights in the cafe, then walked back over towards Amy. "What guy is, though? If it doesn't work for you, then it's not meant to be.  I wouldn't hide him from your children though, if things get serious. That'll hurt even worse, and hurt their trust for not only you but your new fella." Once the lights were completely turned off inside, Ciara opened the door to move the sign and placed it indoors. Amy followed her with a set of keys, and exited with Ciara. A few blocks down they made their way to an old couple that owned a store that sold all sorts of fruits, veggies, and various home grown items. After each shift if they had anything from the cafe, they always brought them free treats. Everytime they wanted to pay for it, but their money was turned away. They made some small talk, before leaving. They visited a couple more stores down the street, gave some out to the staff at the hospital, until they were empty handed. They paused at the bus stop. "I'll see you in a couple of days, ok?" Ciara hugged Amy. "Don't forget what I said, ok? You deserve happiness, Amy. If this Shadow guy provides that happiness ... don't miss this opportunity."

#shadamy #amyrose #shadowthehedgehog #sonicfanfiction #my writing

[lucius-the-literary-lunatic]

16 for the micro stories!💓 anyone you want boo🥰

we're gonna ignore that this took me forever to get out, I rewrote it like four times bc I kept having Ideas. anyways enjoy

16. In Dreams

CW: bombs, murder, canon typical violence but minimal description of it

Astra Age: 19 currently/16 in flashback

Sleeping in general was hard for her, sure some places were a bit easier to relax in but it was damn near impossible for Astra to get a good night's sleep. Whether it be because she couldn't fall asleep or stay asleep, it just never seemed to work out.

Like now, alone in a safe house on a mission, trying desperately to catch up on the days of sleep she missed before it started to affect her ability to not get shot or blow her cover.

It didn't take long for Astra's brain to begin protesting the basic need she was trying to fulfill. It didn't take long for her to go from feeling somewhat safe to completely on edge, back in the nauseatingly rundown building of her first safe house.

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For all intents and purposes, Astra's first assignment went well, from an outside perspective. Astra has snuck into the hotel boiler room as instructed, planting the bomb before moving on to release the carbon monoxide tank into the vents.

Returning to her handler Astra found him by the window looking through the scope of his rifle. "You're late." "I was making sure to block as many exits as I could, giving you only one door to watch." "That wasn't part of your job." "I know, I added it. Is it time?" "Yes." Peering over his shoulder Astra was surprised when he grabbed her wrist, stopping her from trying to sneakily retrieve the phone from his pocket. "Hey-" "Quit it." "I didn't do-" "Valentina." "Winter." "I said don't call me that." "I want to make the call." "No." "I guess neither of us will get what we want." "Good, you're finally learning." "Asshole. So, what? I'm just supposed to sit in the corner now?" "Quit whining and maybe I will. You're my spotter." Giving her the binoculars from the table beside them seemed to calm her down a bit, letting the Soldier set off the bomb in peace.

For a few minutes after the explosion the two of them were quiet, Astra pressed against her Солдат back as she scanned the area around them. With the doors locked, there weren't many people escaping, and if they did it was through the main entrance. Like one man, flailing through the front doors with his body ablaze. Something about this didn't sit right with Astra. She had been around death countless times, been the cause, and seen it up close. She'd been tortured and interrogated, then asked to do the same and did so flawlessly without pause. She was no stranger to harm, but this felt wrong. That wasn't a target, he wasn't their assignment, nor were a majority of the people in that building, and yet they were suffering.

Feeling his student pull back from him broke the Soldier's concentration slightly. "What." When she didn't answer him he turned to her, softening a bit when he saw the horror in her eyes. "Astra." Winter grabbed her arm to get her attention. "Hey, look at me." "They-It's-" "Look at me, not them." "But the mission-" "Your part is over. You're done." Giving him a shakey nod she did as told. "Now are you gonna listen to me and go sit down?" "Да..." "Good. It's better if you don't look, easier to forget the sounds than the sights." Appreciating the kindness he showed her, though limited in its range, Astra went to curl up on the couch in the corner. "... Winter?" "What." "Thank you..."

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As insignificant of a moment as that might be it was one of the greatest lessons Astra could learn in her line of work, it was the reason her nightmares were so tolerable. Even in her dreams, her Soldier protected her. Now it was time for her to return the favor.

#astra valentina yakovna #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes #marvel comics #marvel cinematic universe #astra x bucky #bucky barnes x oc #project synthesis #winter soldier #otp: cold sin

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♡ + renruki.

SEND ME ♡ + A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU…

Who is the most affectionate? - i think they're equal amounts and at different times. but, they express most of their affection privately, neither a big fan of PDA unless they're amongst a close knit group of friends. even then, it's him or her offering the other a piece of something they're eating and feeding it to them, his arm around her shoulders, and hers around his waist.

Who initiates the handholding? - renji, most of the time !

Who worries more for the other? - i think neither worry a lot about the other because they're confident in each other's abilities to take care of themselves. though if i had to say which one wonders if the other is okay more often, it would more likely be renji.

Who is more likely to ask for help? - rukia is more likely to, i feel ! although i see both of them being prideful, i think that rukia is more likely to ask for help.

Who is the one always losing the keys? - renji, always. he never puts them where they're supposed to go.

Who leaves little love notes for the other? - omg i like to think rukia does !! with little chappy drawings in the corner :'))

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there? - maybe rukia is more likely to have that issue. or, rather, she'd be waking up periodically, not feeling him next to her.

Who is more likely to propose to the other? - renji would < 33 but who knows, rukia might surprise him !

Who introduced the other to their family first? - well, they have a found family and adoptive family going on. so, i would say, rukia met renji's family first and became apart of their family.

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair? - rukia plays with renji's hair and wants him to play with her hair too < 33

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated? - renji checks in on rukia at lunch or when he has down time, as well as when he knows she's training, he'll bring her water or make sure she has what she needs.

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other? - oh, definitely both! but, it's renji being like 'oh shit, it's your funeral' and just laughs while rukia kicks the person's ass.

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other? - i think renji does it more often, but fails at it lmao. when rukia does, she pulls it off flawlessly.

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things? - hehe, rukia ! then, they both break the rules.

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch? - rukia does, but renji would too if he sees her sleeping on the couch.

#< 33 !!! #this was so fun ! #thanks for sending :')) #to have the guts to reach for the moon / rukia ( florietiae ). #muse. #( queue. )

[pelleas-at-castle-nox]

So like, the whole point of Bayonetta is you watch crazy cool cutscenes where this witch lady does impossibly cool things flawlessly, and then she throws you the controller and says "try to do even half as good as me ;)" like, that's its entire identity as a video game without really getting into the plot.

As I understood it, it's a two way street of communication. You're not only told that what Bayonetta is doing in those cut scenes is actually crazy hard to pull off, but that the consequences should she be anything less than perfect are her near immediate death. She dances on the razor thin edge of failure by sheer virtue of her perfection and confidence. Cut scene Bayonetta is not effortlessly perfect, it's a conscious and contained choice, everything she does is deliberate!

Bayonetta 3 flubs this core identity so fucking hard it's unbelievable. Without getting into the god awful finale, the game strays further and further from that truth at every turn. We're told narratively that the reason she summons the demons for the climax attacks isn't supposed to be because otherwise Bayonetta couldn't manage to take them down without their help, it's supposed to be her payment for her powers, or more thematically, it's scraps she throws to her pets. Turning the playful throwing of scraps to your pet to the core combat mechanic is just so catastrophically stupid and misses the point of your own IP to such an absurd degree, it's just sad!

In Bayonetta 1, in moments of narrative tension, I'd be like oh God bayo please take the controller back! The angels are all scary and I do not know how I'm going to solve this! And she'd be like nah you're doing fine, just get a little farther and I'll take it from there :). In bayo 3 I dreaded every single cut scene because Bayonetta didn't know what she was doing anymore. When a fight was interrupted by a cutscene, it wasn't Bayonetta plucking the controller from your hand and saying I've got it from here, it was the ham fisted narrative taking it and saying "actually no, Bayonetta is not good enough for this, and now she will be punished." It's just so... Dripping with contempt for all the feminine power that she originally embodied, they infantalize her, straight wash her, take away her beautiful partnership with Jeanne, and for what? A god awful game that doesn't respect anybody involved, not the player, not the characters, and certainly not itself.

I genuinely loathe Bayonetta 3, it's the worst game I think I've ever played to completion.

#bayonetta 3 #dont get me started on viola

[more-than-a-princess]

Light would beam into the once dark room as the door flies open, Riku bursting through the threshold on full alert despite the late hours -- 3am to be exact! -- The bodyguard struts into the room, all squared shoulders and sharpened eyes, and in that overly serious way of his demands to know:

" I heard a scream ; is everything alright!? "

Unprompted IC asks: Accepting from mutuals!

When she needed it the most, Sonia often couldn't sleep before busy work days. University was one thing: the classes were challenging but she was surrounded by colleagues and friends, all of whom would join her on the political stage someday. But work was different: the need to keep smiling, stay cheerful and optimistic, provide insightful commentary and a memorable experience: everything and more that was expected of a princess. And she'd been through some of the protocols when facing sleeplessness already: reading, controlled breathing, hot tea with milk (and a cookie as a treat).

So, she'd proceeded to the next option on her list: a relaxing film, one she'd seen so many times that she could nearly quote it word for word but fitting as she had planned to watch the previous entries in the series before the new film was released at the end of September. Flopped on her stomach and feet near her pillow, Sonia idly bent and kicked her bare legs in the air as she watched the characters make yet another crucial choice in the puzzle they needed to solve. In the middle of the night, in the dark, completely immersed by the tense music and sounds of elevated heartbeats and heavy breathing followed by the scream of surprise and pain. It was truly the best way to watch-

"I heard a scream; is everything alright!?"

The scream on the TV hadn't been enough to surprise her, but Riku bursting through her bedroom door was. In turn, Sonia yelped in shock, pausing the film and sitting straight up and back against the pillows. It took a moment for her to realize her silk camisole and shorts left little to the imagination, so she hastily pulled her comforter all the way to her underarms.

"It was until you entered without knocking and asking permission!" She retorted, her cheeks flushed by a mix of excitement and embarrassment. "A knock would not only have been more polite, but provided a far more appropriate atmosphere. And of course there was a scream, naturally! Xavier has just thrown Amanda into the syringe pit when that was supposed to be his trial, and now Amanda has to find a key in under two minutes in all of the used syringes in order to save them all."

She gestured to the screaming screencap on her television, showing a young brunette woman's face contorted into a scream as dozens of used hypodermic needles stuck out of every part of her body, every limb, and she needed to sift through them further in order to save the lives of the remaining participants of the group. 

"It is Saw II, of course," Sonia filled in for him, trying to temper some of the matter-of-fact tone in her voice. But really...the Saw films were a very popular franchise, particularly for those who enjoyed gore and torture horror. "With Saw X coming out in September, I thought it was time to rewatch them all in order." 

A pause, Sonia looking him up and down and considering the panic on her bodyguard's face. Or she thought it was panic, in any case: Shawnee Smith, while not acting as John Kramer's accomplice, was an excellent Scream Queen. It was no surprise that she pulled off the feigned appearance of terror flawlessly. It was perhaps the only royal title Sonia had ever coveted.

"Would you like to join me for a little while?" She asked, gesturing to the sofa she had ignored completely in favor of her bed. She didn't mind getting up and putting a robe on, and then sharing some of her favorite Jigsaw kills from the film. "If you are worried about screams, that is. I could not sleep, so I thought watching a comforting film might help me doze off."

#more-than-a-princess answered #litoredeem #Non-Despair AU: University verse #(I saw this ask and there was only one optimal way to go about it) #(Riku your client/princess/friend/crush/what is she at this point to him is eccentric at best) #(And unsettling/frightening at worst)

[norrlands-nonsense]

Who is blonde, wicked, and probably spends her days lounging on her throne while drinking copious amounts of wine and thinking about murder? Nooo, not Cersei..

#Jonsa #Sansa Stark #Sansa Stark Edit #Jonsa Edit #jonsa manip #sansa edit #gotedit #asoiafedit #my jonsa edits #Queen of my heart #Queen Sansa #I love her as Queen in the North #or any queen really #but Evil Sansa has a special place in my heart #she'd pull it off flawlessly #a bit of murder and Doing Bad Things #oh yes #treat yo self #I could be her minion #hold her crown so it does not get bloody when she Does the Bad Things #and compliment her evil aesthetic and fancy gowns #yes yes #murder and mayhem here we gooo! #my edit

[vilithshaven]

Her

This is a Isekai Female Reader x Undertaker story! As per a simple "I want Undertaker" request from my lovely comrade @nicebonescomrade :D

Enjoy~

Warnings: Yandere Behavior (mild)

At first he didn't think much about the woman that stumbled into his morgue asking for work. Her clothes looked out of place, she spoke with an accent and her manners were bad. She brought amusement to his life, a weird sense of hilarity that he didn't mind having around.

(Name), she introduced herself as. A young woman, who woke up without any memories and the outskirts of the city. If he hadn't been who he was, he might have been fooled by her lies, which were quite convincing.

But he was the Undertaker. Lies, truths, he knew them all, and saw them all.

In her case, her body language betrayed her. Her eyes were too sharp, focused on certain people more than others. She didn't seem to be surprised whenever bigger things happened, such as the Jack the Ripper case, or the disappearances of young ladies.

Something was off about her and Undertaker wanted to know what it was.

He gave her the most gory clients to beautify, he sent her on a retrieval job by heraelf. During calmer days, he'd give her menial tasks that any other lady would have hated doing. But not her. She took it all in stride, never questioning and always with that stoic face of hers. She didn't mind the blood that occasionally got on her clothes, nor the dirt and hard work.

Throughout it all, Undertaker started to grow a liking for her. He thought less of his old love and more of (Name).

What did she look like having the time of her life? How did she cry? What was her angry face?

He wanted them all, and so much more.

"Undertaker."

The man turned to (Name). She stood in the doorway, calculating eyes meeting his. The new clothes he'd recently given her fit her well. A black dress with a white lace neckline and cuffs, cinched at the waist, and billowing out. Her feet were just visible below the hemline, now clad in new fitted shoes.

"Undertaker."

He blinked, letting a goofy grin adorn his face. He had to be more careful. His little co-worker didn't like being stared at. Proven by the way she almost punched an elderly male for openly staring at her bust. "Yes, my dear? Is something the matter?"

"The Lord Phantomhive and his butler have come to talk to you." Ah, he enjoyed the way she spoke. Although her old accent still was audible, she now sounded refined and like a proper lady. Her manners had improved under his teaching, too. "Do you want me to send them away?"

Undertaker shook his head and stood up from his crouching position, smoothing down his clothes. "A nice offer, my dear, but I have to decline. We do not want them barking on our front door all day long. Prepare some tea, will you?"

"Of course."

As expected, the Queen's Dog had come to inquire about the latest strings of disappearances. Children have gone missing out of nowhere in the middle of the night, leaving behind their shocked and clueless families.

(Name) served the Earl a cup of tea, then returned to the task of dusting off shelves. The young boy soon had learnt not to question her presence, albeit his first shock at the woman that had appeared out of nowhere. Their first meeting had been a good laugh for Undertaker, truly. It was almost a shame she'd adapted. Her brash and ill-mannered behavior had caused quite the fuss between the two.

Once the young lord and his suspicious butler were gone, Undertaker pulled a ticket out of his hidden pockets and held it to her. "This reminded me, my dear... I wanted to give you this for a while now! I just seemed to have forgotten."

(Name) hesitated, pinching it between two fingers and pulling it away from him. Her eyes flitted between him and the piece of paper, taking in the words on it. "Noah's Circus...?", she read out loud, voice a mere whisper.

Another thing that intrigued him; her academic level. She read flawlessly and wrote just as well, although with more mistakes.

"Yes! I got one from one of our recent customers." He smiled. "There's a show this evening. You can take the rest of the day off and get going, my dear. I heard the circus is quite the curiosity."

A genuine smile broke out on her face, and Undertaker found himself entranced. "Thank you so much, Undertaker! I'll try not to return late."

Unlike a proper lady, she rushed out of the building, clutching the ticket to her chest. As much as he wanted to follow her and watch her, he had to take care of his special project. The one she wasn't privy to yet.

A sigh left his lips and he turned to the coffin in the center of the room. "Soon I'll tell her of you, my boy. Soon...once I know she won't leave."

However she didn't return that night. Nor the next day. And the next.

The longer (Name) stayed away, the less focus he became. His eyes strayed to the front entrance more often, his heart told him to look for her, that something was wrong.

He wanted to trust her.

But his need to have her close drove him crazy. He hadn't realized how much she affected him by just being in the same room. It would calm his heart, the nagging thoughts that told him that she, too, would die one day.

Did she die already? It couldn't be. She was too young. She must be safe. Perhaps she just got lost in the city, or got held up by an acquaintance.

'Noone gets hold up for several days. She's gone.' His subconsciousness whispered.

'She'll come back. He is all that she has.' His heart argued.

In the midst of his inner tumult, he found himself at the perimeter of the circus. Where she was, still.

His heart clenched at the sight, and jealousy nestled itself into the newfound hole in his chest.

There she was, laughing and smiling. She was dressed in extreme clothes, not unlike the circus members, and another person was doing her make up, tenderly holding her chin in their hand.

(Name) had left him.

She had left him for the circus kidnapping children.

She had left him for mere humans.

He hid himself in the shadows around the main tent, watching her and waiting for an opportune moment. Her sudden desertion was unacceptable. He'd get her back, even if he had to take her by force.

Around dinnertime, she was alone in a tent, brushing out her hair.

Undertaker sneaked up to her, his gaze meeting hers in the mirror. (Name) gasped, brush falling out of her hand. She jumped up and tried to back away, but he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back down, keeping her below him.

"I was worried for you, my dear", he mumbled into her ear, lips brushing the shell. She shivered, unable to tear her eyes from his that he'd uncovered just for this. "I thought you were hurt, or worse, dead...but here you are, acting as if you didn't leave me."

"Undertaker, I-"

He hushed her with a finger to her lips. Her soft, rosy lips that invited him to kiss her. "Do not make this any worse for you. Either you come willingly, or I'll have to use force. I'm sure you won't appreciate it though."

(Name) steeled herself, uncomfortable by his touch and voice.

Undertaker draped his arms across her chest and rested his chin on her head, taking in her sweet scent now tainted by a strong perfume. "Look at us, my dear. Don't we make a good couple? I've wanted to ask you out for some time, but I gave you all the space you needed...what you did wasn't nice."

"I never asked for your attention."

"And I never wanted to love you, but here we are." His arms tightened and he pressed himself even closer to her. "Now let me ask you again...will you come back out of your own free will or do I have force you?"

But she knew. She saw the way her eyes lingered on his, how she traced his scar and thought back to something she must have learnt in her past.

Her shoulders sagged and (Name) gave up.

Because she knew. As he probably predicted, she knew she wouldn't be able to run away or even fight him. As a grim reaper, he was stronger than her. He'd find her again if he wanted to. She'd just make things worse for herself.

As if appearing in a manga wasn't the worst. Or it being in a completely different time. Adjustment was hard. Accepting that she'd never see family and friends again was harder.

And finally, after many months of working hard, she had found a reason to live, something that made her happy.

Only for the very man she had decided to trust to take her away from it again.

How naive could she be?

She could have gone to anyone else, but she decided that the Undertaker was the best out of all of them.

While she got lost in her thoughts, eyes dazing over, Undertaker picked her up and held her close in his arms. Her warmth was everything he'd imagined.

He wondered if one of these days she'd share her true story with him. But there was no hurry for it.

He officially had her now, and they had all the time in the world.

For now he'd simply enjoy this little triumph.

#black butler #black butler x reader #yandere black butler #yandere behavior #tw yandere #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji x reader #undertaker #undertaker x reader #the undertaker #female reader