FIC TIME WOO 🚨🚨
- evil sad thing(s) anon 🕺
cw: paranoia & anxiety, referenced infidelity/refrenced cheating.
32 missed calls.
16 voicemails.
8 desperate texts.
“babyyy where are you :(“
“i miss you 💕”
“how’s ur night been?💖”
“are you mad at me”
“call me backkk 💗”
“am i annoying you? sorry love :(((“ “who are you with????” “call me. plwdse”
Kai had checked their phone after 3 hours of being at this random dive of a bar their friend had dragged them to. they had told
Adrian before they went out so they didn’t stress about where they had gone all night.
But of course, Adrian runs on worrying for them. Kai really, really needed to check thier messages more. They were so stupid not to have looked earlier!
They wanted nothing more than to leave this dump and be with him but they didn’t want to leave their friend.
Nevermind. Fuck it. Their friend’s 30 and barely touched a drink all night. Well, neither had they but that’s not the point. Their friend can take care of themselves.
Kai grabbed their keys and practically ran out of the seemingly never ending cascade of doors. They were so relieved that the smell of sweat, glitter and booze didn’t continue outside.
They ran to the car, a dirty volkswagen that they had bought 9 years ago, and started it up faster than they ever had.
They wanted food and they wanted adrian.
They stopped at that takeaway near adrian’s house that served the best, greasiest pizza that they’d had in their whole life.
The pizza smell had tempted Kai on the way to adrian’s place. They were glad the bright green door, that had been Xinyi’s idea, came into view as quickly as it did.
Kai sauntered in through the unlocked door, because Adrian and Xinyi obviously want all their belongings stolen
They stepped up the stairs quietly, so Xinyi didn’t wake up and he could surprise his beloved Adrian.
He silently opened the door. Adrian was a sobbing mess on the floor. His eyes were red, puffy, his cheeks stained by tears, his hair was messy. Kai dropped the pizza box onto the table and sat down next to Adrian.
“Oh Adrian,” They muttered softly.
They hugged Adrian tightly as he cried into their chest. “What’s wrong, darling? what happened?”
Adrian’s words came out teary and broken “You’re going to leave me, there’s someone else, isn’t there???”
Kai rubbed circles on Adrian’s back, trying to calm him down. It wasn’t working that well but they were doing their best. “No. I don't want anyone other than you. No one else matters to me but you.”
Adrian gripped kai’s arm “I love you Kai. If you weren’t here, I don’t think I would still know how to function. You’ve changed my entire life. I can’t lose you.” Adrian took in a shaky breath . “Please stay here tonight. Please…I need you”
Adrian begged, holding onto Kai desperately like they were a lifeboat and he was drowning. well, he was drowning, drowning in his own thoughts.
“I wouldn’t dare leave you like this. ” Kai whispered, kissing the top of Adrians head.
THEY’RE LITERALLY IN LOVE YOUR HONOUR!!!!
this made me so soft! i love how caring you made Kai here <333 i love my boys <33333
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favorite asks: number 23
Wow that is a bit of a tough one.
Favourite part of being alive. This might be a little dark so bear with me. But after struggling with my mental health for so long and not being able to see any reason to be alive finally being on the other side of that has given me such vigor for life. Things like being able to look at the flowers, go exploring, make friends, to expand and grow, to learn about weird and wonderful things including myself, being able to be part of communities and being able to imagine and create and believe. All of those things are what makes life so good for me now. And most of that is just small silly stuff. But I think my favorite part about being alive is just that. The living.
Thank you for the ask. I really appreciate it and it was fun to answer.
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Bucky pinning you down so you can’t squirm and he’s just sitting inside you while he tortures your clit feeling you clench around him. He makes you cum over and over until he finally cums.
Overstimulation + super soldier stamina = …
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Dear God, I know I just don't have it in me to behave during cock-warming. When it comes down to it, I genuinely have no patience at all 😵💫
"You..." Bucky begins, pressing you down onto the bed before gripping your ankles and forcing you to flip over onto your front. "Have a problem with control."
With your face turned away from him, you can't help but smile to yourself. No one has ever said it out loud but you know he's right.
Being in control is where you're most comfortable. No hands are safer than your own. Except maybe his. You know he won't fuck this up.
"And you..." He continues, gathering your wrists behind your back, holding them tightly with one hand. "Need to learn how it feels to have control taken from you. Do you understand?"
As soon as you begin to nod your head, you feel him start to tape around your wrists, holding them together behind your back. Once he's content they're secure, he sits on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror before he pulls you onto his lap.
"Legs spread over the top of mine." He orders and you do as you're told, not because you have to but because you want to.
You notice the way your cunt is already glistening in the mirror and you're almost embarrassed because he hasn't even touched you yet.
"Fuck, you're made for this." He groans, lining his cock up to your slick entrance and you wonder if he's holding his breath too while he slides into you, as deep as your bodies will allow.
You're obsessed with the sight in front of you; your own naked body, with your legs spread so far apart you can see how your cunt is stuffed full of him.
Being shorter though, your feet can't touch the ground like this. There's no way you'll get enough leverage to fuck yourself on him but as soon as you start to tell him that, he silences you with two thick fingers between your lips.
"I'm not letting you fuck me." His free hand roams over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples and then settling between your spread thighs.
"I'm going to play with you. I'm going to see how much you can take. I'm going to work out exactly how you like your clit stroked and I'm going to do that until your legs are shaking and your body won't let you cum any more. Maybe then I'll fuck you but sweetheart, that will be hours from now." His breath is hot against the side of your face, his fingers slipping from your mouth to your waist while he starts to flick gently against your clit.
"I'm going to start slowly. I'm going to do everything I can to drag this out as long as possible. I can feel every clench and flutter of this pretty little cunt and I'm going to enjoy it until you're dripping over my balls." At this rate, it won't be long until you're dripping onto the carpet, never mind over him. You dreamed he'd want to take control like this but you never imagined the way your body would respond.
"And then, when you've cum more times than you can handle, I'm going to tell you that I love you while I fuck you like I don't."
Update: Part 2
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the hunger games has been my roman empire since i read when it when i was 10 and here are all of my smaller empires bc this has always been my favourite series ever:
the tributes being treated to a life of luxury both as a “last meal” sort of thing and as a way to make them more vulnerable for the games. keeping them well fed before the games so the starvation hits harder
peeta repeatedly calling himself a mutt after katniss does :(
katniss’ ptsd
katniss being such an unreliable narrator
when cato realised he’s just as much of a toy as the rest of the kids
when gale says he should’ve volunteered in peeta’s place. NOT for peeta, not to save him the trauma, the injuries or his torture, and not to save katniss and to be there for her, PURELY bc he knew that getting hurt would get her attention.
GALE GETTING MAD AT KATNISS FOR KISSING SOMEONE TO STAY ALIVE. EVEN 10 YEAR OLD ME WAS LIKE ??
peeta’s “real or not real” and how easily katniss accepts it as his way of recovery
how perfect katniss’ character was. i was a little girl and i wanted to be exactly like her when i grew up. she wasn’t the cliche “doesn’t need anyone accepts this specific guy that will always save her” she saved peeta, and some times peeta saves her
probably the overdramatic english lit nerd in me but katniss’ hair going from intricate braids to messy ponytails
(tw sex assault) in the books katniss was terrified that peeta was going to be r&ped, for some reason that’s always stuck with me
what happened to finnick
how well written and realistic the books were. peeta loses his leg to the infection, katniss loses her hearing in one ear, finnick suffers from extreme ptsd and it shows in district 13, peeta not being an easy fix. he still suffers years later, but he slowly pieces himself back together. Johanna’s anger, people often don’t like the fact that ptsd DOES make you angry, haymitch’s backstory and effie’s growth.
the mutt’s have the dead kids eyes in the first games
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