#but it seems pretty odd to just suddenly completely not trust him again

[thatfreshi]

Ok so... Idea for Astorian? What if the reader was some form of Flamenco dancer? Or something of the sorts, who acts like a bard, but instead of using an instrument they dance to perform magic. Not forced at all ofcorse!! I love the way you write him, it feels like you've nailed his character!

Uhm... if you guys want a part two... yeah. Let me know LMAO

TW - general horniness, reader is threatened at dagger-point

Recommended Song: Shirt - SZA

"Yeah, I just dance and then... magic."

The way Astarion first narrowed his eyes at you when you expressed that you couldn't really do anything else, he thought it was laughable.

"So you don't really fight, you just have fun while everyone else is actually doing things?"

"No, I have to actually be good at it! That's like saying you just open doors."

"Well that would be extremely rude because these hands do much more than open doors my dear."

You rolled your eyes, and he smirked. Now, this was before the two of you even slept together, let alone become an item. Over time Astarion has come to understand just how important of an asset you are to the group, but more specifically how he can't keep his eyes off of you on the battlefield. Whenever you can, the two of you find some time alone in the city to find you the most gorgeous flowy outfits, partially because they're easier to move in, but he also loves spoiling you, especially if he benefits from the view. He likes stitching little messages into the loose pieces of fabric, anything in between love notes and threats to people who have even thought about hurting you. The most recent one reads 'If the person wearing this is dead, you're next.'

Somehow, you and your rag-tag group have ended up being tasked with a group of bandits outside of Baldur's Gate. Does it have anything to do with the tadpoles or anything else important? No, of course not, but you have a hard time not helping people in need.

When you come across the group of bandits, it's apparent that they're not going to be a problem. While you're staking out their camp, Astarion comes behind you, whispering in your ear.

"If we make quick work of this, I'm sure we could find somewhere afterwards, for the two of us."

It sends a shiver up your spine, but you laugh it off, turning to look at him.

"You think you're funny, huh? Come on, we have work to do."

"Oh trust me, I know."

Maybe you should find a new way to cast magic, because it cannot be good for him to be horny mid-fight. Then again, it never seems to be a problem, so maybe it doesn't matter? Astarion certainly is an odd specimen, but you love him anyways.

"I am begging the two of you to stop flirting on the battlefield, please."

Gale pleads, wishing the two of you could keep it in your pants for once.

"Listen, once you find someone who completes your heart like Tav completes mine, you will understand. Until then, I'd stop complaining."

You nudge him and then whisper.

"Aster, you are talking to the guy who had sex with Mystra, and then became a literal bomb to try and win her approval."

"Damnit, I always forget about that! Fine, whatever. If Mystra were here, you would be just as lustful as I am, no matter the circumstances."

Gale grumbles to himself and walks off to the others, as Karlach prepares to make the first strike. She makes the signal, and you all take your positions. Astarion always insists on staying close to you, taking you with him on the flank if he has to. No one tries to argue, because he doesn't trust anyone else to keep you safe.

"Damnit, ambush!"

One of the bandits calls out, a tiefling. Gale casts grease, making their camp light up in flames from the campfire. Karlach strikes one of the bandits from behind, knocking them into the fire, effectively killing them. You don't realize though that one of the bandits had taken a trip to the forest to relieve himself, and he comes up behind you. Suddenly, you're swallowing fear with a dagger to your throat.

"Cease fire! Or the pretty one gets it."

As soon as the others look over in concern, the man's throat has been pierced, some of the blood splattering onto your face. Astarion drinks until your attacker hits the ground, the dagger falling out of a bloodless hand. You catch sight of Shadowheart, who is in close-quarters combat with a drow, and you turn to your lover.

"Come here!"

He doesn't ask questions, and he grabs your hands, spinning you out towards the fight as you send a fire bolt the drow's way. She falls quickly. Soon enough, Lae'zel finishes off the last of them, and Shadowheart casts water across the flames, making sure nothing else is burnt down. You try to catch your breath with the rest of the group, and you realize Wyll is injured, a gash across his shoulder. Normally Halsin or Shadowheart would deal with such a wound, but it's been a long day, and you're the only one with any healing magic left in you. With a few moves of your hips, you send out a healing ward, patching him up rather quickly.

"Thank you Tav."

Astarion comes to your side immediately after, almost as if he's jealous, wrapping an arm around your waist. As the others start going through the bandits' treasure, your lover wipes the blood off of your face.

"Surprised you didn't lick it off."

"I'm sure his blood was rancid, I much prefer yours."

If someone told you a year ago that someone saying they want to drink your blood was a turn-on, you would've laughed them all the way to Waterdeep. Now, you struggle to stand properly, holding your thighs together. He keeps his hand on your face, grip a little tenser than before.

"You need to be more careful when we're out there. I know these people were practically dead already, but some people won't try to trade you off like a token."

Normally you'd roll your eyes, tell him you obviously know that, but you just nod, and his thumb creeps over to your bottom lip.

"Astarion, we can't get this thing open!"

You're interrupted by a shout from Karlach, and Astarion kisses your cheek.

"I'll finish this later I suppose. Come my love, time to loot these insolent fools."

It's as if he set up the scenario perfectly, like he wanted the two of you to be interrupted. Hopefully he keeps his word.

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #fluff

[cupcakeslushie]

You seem to switch up referring to seperated AU Donnie as “Donnie” or as “three” - is there a specific intention with the name changes?

Switching them up is purposeful in that I’ll mostly be referring to Donnie as Three when it’s relating to pre-reunion events and Donnie as post reunion. But also in the sense that Three doesn’t just go away, he’ll take on a sort of back seat and act as Donnie’s negative thoughts. He’ll mostly replace the visions Donnie sees of the boy’s now that he’s met the real versions. But it’s not like a straight split down the middle, which can cause them to bleed into each other, even after Donnie’s grown more comfortable with his family.

The fam does know about them, as Donnie’s not great at hiding his reactions to them, openly talking and hissing at nothing when they bother him. As I’ve mentioned, Arcane and Jinx were the inspiration for this AU so Donnie’s hallucinations are pretty similar to the jumbled scratchy messes Jinx sees. Which I just love, love, love the look of. If you haven’t watched Arcane I can’t suggest it enough just based on the visuals alone!

Sometimes he’ll sit still for hours at a time, dissociating and staring at nothing. Those episodes will be somehow worse than his outbursts because when Donnie comes out of them he’s always so disoriented, and sometimes violent. Once he let’s his guard down, he becomes more okay with letting the brothers and Splinter take care of him during these times. He trusts that they wont hurt him while he’s stuck in his own head. But it does take months before he stops lashing out in fear of being suddenly touched.

He would never attack April (again), just on the basis that by the time he joins the family, he’s the odd one out in being uncomfortable around her, and he wouldn’t want to upset his brothers or father. He might be a little paranoid and rude when speaking to her, especially in those first few weeks, but after watching her for a time, and coming to the conclusion that she wouldn’t hurt him or his family, he begins to treat her more civilly. The real start of their bonding is when he spots her working on some coding homework on the couch and for lack of anything better to do, offers to help.

I’m honestly not completely sure yet just how Splinter will react to seeing Donnie for the first time. I know Donnie is overjoyed at first (finally the approval of a parental figure), but I can say it won’t be as seamless as Donnie’s always imagined having a family will. There will be some heavy roadblocks on both their ends. Both of them mean well. And Splinter will try his best.

Draxum was never one to waste materials, and also didn’t want anesthesia contaminating his results. When Three was younger, simple tests were conducted pretty much every day, but as he got older and the tests grew worse it became more difficult to wrangle Three and Draxum would sometimes have to threaten or restrain him if he didn’t come when called.

Draxum’s main goal was similar to canon—perfecting his ooze, and he tries using Three as a base to make more. Also if he’s stuck with Three, he imagines there must be some way to enhance him into the perfect warrior from his plans. But the more failures that pile up, the more Draxum realizes Three’s weaknesses will never allow room for improvement.

Three resents his soft-shell, but he wouldn’t outright admit it to Draxum, out of pride. His insecurities and descent into desperation for approval do eventually drive him towards trying to fix himself on his own, thinking even if Draxum couldn’t figure something out, that maybe he could.

#ask slushie #separated au #rottmnt separated au

[saeyoungchoismaid]

Sleeping Beauty

Pairing: Asmo x f!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: sexsomina, (consensual) somnophilia, blowjobs, cowgirl style, and I think that's it

Summary: You awake to find Asmo having a wet dream—or is it? Either way, you take him for a ride while he continues to slumber

WC: 1.4k words

Kinktober Day 17

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You grunt as you open your eyes, blearily looking at the white–sorry, eggshell–wall in front of you. For a moment, you try to fall back asleep, but it's then you feel the prominent poking of something on your ass Or…that’s what you thought anyway. The normal fondling or dirty talk that your lover would pair with it on nights like these was completely absent. 

You raise a brow.

Odd. 

Looking over your shoulder at Asmo, you find him, assumingly, still sound asleep. The longer you stare, the more awake you begin to feel. This is when you notice his current state.

He’s sweating all over, face red and scrunched up in what seems to be a mix of pain and pleasure. His chest is moving fast with his labored breathing, and he occasionally lets out quiet whimpers and moans. While finding Asmo in the middle of a wet dream, or waking up to the occasional morning wood pressing against you, was a normal occurrence, you’re pretty sure that’s not what was going on here. 

You bite your lip as you slowly roll over to face him, careful not to wake him. You lift up the blanket, revealing the silk pajama bottoms that he always wears. Well, they aren’t so much pajamas as they are underwear. He either wears these or nothing at all. As of right now though, they’re strained from how hard he is and a wet patch is growing by his hip. The sight alone has you sinking your teeth into your bottom lip harder, your eyes moving up his body to his face once more. 

You recall the talk you’ve had before about sex when one of you is asleep, mainly he was asking you what you thought about it since pretty much anything is hot to him. You were unsure of it at first, but after being with him for so long, you’d trust him with your life. 

Typically it’s always him waking you up by licking your folds or stretching you out with his fingers before filling you up with his thick cock. 

Maybe tonight though it can be your turn. 

You lick your lips at the thought, cautiously pushing the blanket off of you both. You then sit up and assess him for a moment. Goosebumps rise on his wet skin from the cool air touching his sweaty body. His nipples harden too, his body quivering before going still again. 

You leisurely make your way down the bed and position yourself between his legs, moving them apart bit by bit to fit you better. Once laid out on your tummy, you ghost your hands up his thighs before gripping the top of his silk bottoms. You stare up at his face to study his reaction as you slip them down his smooth legs. His body has no response other than his full cock springing up to slap against his toned stomach. 

You lick and spit on your hand before wrapping it around his member, going slow as your raise and drop your fist around his shaft. Your eyes flicker back up to his face when he starts thrusting into your hand and moans. You pout, expecting him to be awake now since he’s moving so much and making louder noises. To your surprise though, he still remains asleep even as he clenches the sheets in his hands and thrusts up into your tight grip. 

You bite your lip as you watch him do all the work, just keeping your fist tight as you allow him to please himself. You gasp when his cum suddenly spurts out and lands on your face, you turn your head away and feel the rest of it land on your hair and cheek. Your nose wrinkles in disgust, but you don’t feel that way for long when you turn to look back at him. 

You find that the pinch between his brow is gone, the part of his expression that showed pain now subsiding into full pleasure. He’s panting harshly now, chest and cock flushed red much like his face. You lick your lips as you lean forward to give his still-hard dick a lick. God, you love demon biology. You wrap your mouth around the tip and give the top a little suck, observing how his body writhes beneath you. You gag a bit when he suddenly jolts up and shoves his cock halfway down your mouth. You pull back and take a deep breath as you study him, checking to see if he’s still asleep. After confirming he is, you go back down to continue your blowjob. You lick and suck on his member like it’s a melting popsicle, panting as you start to get more and more worked up. When you feel him twitch in your mouth, signaling he’s about to cum again, you pull back. You catch your breath as you stare up at him, noticing he’s started to sweat more and is panting just as hard as you. 

After catching your breath, you go up on your knees and slip your own bottoms off. Your slick sticks to the panties as you slip them off, it breaking off and landing on your thigh. You whine in anticipation as you crawl over him, reaching down to grab him and giving him a few pumps. You then angle him upwards and rub the head against your heat. You gasp when his hands suddenly come up and grip your thighs. You look up at his face to find his eyes are still closed, and the grip on your legs is a weak one. 

With that thought in mind, you slowly sink down onto his cock. You let out a whimper before biting your lip to silence yourself, looking up from where he’s entering you to look at his face once more. You continue to observe him as you bottom out, your jaw unhinging as your pussy clenches around him. You take a few moments to adjust to his size before you rise yourself up before dropping back down just before his member could leave your hole. 

You start up a steady rhythm, watching his slack body jerk and flop on the bed with each of your bounces. Despite how hard you’re trying, you start to weakly moan. You tilt your head back as you continue to bounce on his cock, running your hands along both of your chests. You moan loudly when you feel cum suddenly shoot inside of you, your head tipping back up to look down at him. His eyes are open now and he has his usual o-face on, but his eyes are glassy and far away. Your hands land on his chest for leverage as you quickly pick up the pace to bring yourself to your peak. 

You clench and squeeze around him as you cum, both of your ecstasies dripping down your thighs and wetting his body. You slowly come to a stop and you look back up at him only to find his eyes closed, soft snores escaping his mouth. Did he wake up only to fall back asleep right after? 

You huff and shrug it off as you pull him out of you, quickly dashing to his private bathroom to clean yourself up. You come back out afterward with a warm rag and begging to clean him up. After that, you lay back down beside him and fall asleep almost immediately. 

You’re woken up in the morning to kisses on your naked shoulder and neck. “Good morning, my love. How’d you sleep?” he coos, leaning on one elbow and looking down at you. You hum and wipe the sleep from your eyes, smirking up at him afterward. 

“Wonderfully after last night,” you coo seductively. He smirks at that for a moment before realizing something. 

“What do you mean?” he asks, brushing some stray hair out of your face. You also become confused. 

“Last night. Sex. Ringing any bells?” Asmo’s shaped brows furrow as he shakes his head. 

“Sorry, my little dove. No bells have been rung,” he says dramatically before giving you a kiss. “Maybe I rocked your world in your dream,” he says teasingly against your lips, biting down on the bottom one. You hum and pull away, shaking your head. 

“No, it was real, babe. Look,” you say, motioning to his chest and neck where you had marked him last night. He pulls away from you to look at where you’re motioning. 

“Oh,” he says surprised. You raise a brow as you wait for more of a reaction, but receive none as he suddenly pops another kiss onto your lips and rolls out of bed. “Would you like breakfast, mon chéri?” You sigh as you watch him slide his silk robe on. Guess it’s not much of a surprise for him.

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[goose-duck]

Cars are confusing 🚗

One piece story about Sabo trying to get his old car put in Luffy's name from Ace's point of view as a tag-along

+slight romance (not between asl obviously, they're brothers, but I've seen some odd stuff so I gotta clarify 😭)

Modern AU (obviously)

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Ace's POV:

I'm sitting in the back of the car, Sabo and Luffy are in the front. I'd be in the front but Sabo doesn't trust my driving and Luffy beat me to the passenger seat. We're currently going to get Sabo's old car put in Luffy's name since he got his full license a few weeks ago and Sabo agreed to give him his car once he does.

On the way there Sabo complains about one of his co-workers who always comes to work drunk. I add my own input, I don't like the guy either, so it's mostly insults towards him. Luffy, strangely enough just sits and listens, he must be tired, it is kinda early, 9:00 in the morning on a weekend.

After a while we get onto the topic of this boy Luffy likes. His name is Law, luffy talks about him like no one else matters, like this man is the sun on a cloudy day. It's cute, I'm happy he's found someone he can love and by the sounds of it, someone who loves him all the same.

Eventually we get to the insurance place. We park across the street, me and Luffy get out while Sabo grabs the papers. We walk in and Sabo immediately recognizes someone there, her name is Koala, they seem close. She's currently working with another client so they just say a quick hello before we all sit down and wait.

An older lady comes out to talk with us about getting Luffy's name put on the car. Sabo and the lady talk for a while and they ask Luffy some questions. I'm not really paying attention as I only tagged along to go to the mall after they sort this out. I play music tiles on my phone for a while until Sabo tells us we have to go to the DMV. Luffy groans knowing it's a bit of a drive to get there, I just sigh a bit, already regretting tagging along as just their conversation here took 20 minutes.

After a long drive we finally get to the DMV. I wonder why they don't just have the two places side by side, it'd be much easier.

We walk into the building, Sabo goes straight to a receptionist with the papers and they start talking. Me and Luffy stand behind him, Luffy not knowing what's going on and me not overly caring. We stand here for a solid 10 minutes before Sabo has to call the insurance place because apparently we needed to do more stuff there first and the old lady sent us off prematurely.

Sabo is put on hold for 15 minutes before he gives up and tells us to just sit and wait a bit and he'll try again. Good timing because I was about to fall asleep standing up. Luffy promptly sits down, pulling out his phone to watch tiktoks. I sit beside him and lean back in my seat a bit, closing my eyes and sighing. Sabo sits across from us and apologizes that it's taking so long. I tell him not to blame himself for other people's mistakes before letting myself relax again.

I start chatting with Luffy about Law again, wanting to know more. Luffy tells me a lot, about how they were close in grade 9 then this girl kept harassing Law and being lovey with him anytime Luffy was around and how that drove the two apart because it made it awkward and difficult for Law to be around Luffy. Luffy said this continued and is still happening but that Luffy and Law finally have a class without her and they've been able to be close again. I let out a sigh or relief knowing that that girl isn't causing as much trouble now, even if it's only because she literally cant. It's just unfortunate that that means they spent about a year completely split apart by her as they're now in grade 11.

Sabo suddenly grabs my foot. He tells me he loves my shoes and asks where I got them. I tell him I got them at Ardene and he asks how much they cost. I told him I got them on sale but that I'm pretty sure the sale is over now, but that at the time they were $12.99. he tells me that sounds like a good deal and that he's going to go buy himself some even if they aren't on sale. I tell him to just be sure he doesn't mistake his shoes for mine and Luffy butts in saying Sabo's feet are too big for us to mix up out shoes. Sabo makes an offended face which is quickly cut off by a phone call from the insurance place. Sabo picks up quickly and starts talking with the person on the line. Sabo start to get up, signaling us to get up and follow him back to the car.

Sabo hangs up the phone and gets in the car with an exasperated sigh. Me and Luffy also get back in the car asking what's up. Sabo tells us that we have to go back to the insurance place and that Luffy's gonna have to sign a bunch of papers. Luffy seems annoyed that he has to sign papers while I'm just concerned that anyone will even be able to read his handwriting.

Eventually we get back to the insurance place and walk in again. This time we're greeted by a very attractive man, I can feel myself blushing at the sight of him. Luffy playfully punches me and wiggles his eyebrows, he so knows I think this guy's hot. Sabo starts talking to him as he leads us to a room, sitting behind the desk and inviting us to sit down on the other side. Sabo sits but me and Luffy both opt for standing as Luffy doesn't like to sit still and I just didn't feel like sitting after all of the driving we did.

The man says his name is Marco, what a nice name for such an attractive man...i hope he's single. Luffy keeps making faces at me while Sabo talks with Marco. Luffy signs some papers and answers some questions. Eventually Luffy says that the room is kind of barren and that Marco should put up some pictures, maybe of bands or maybe of his girlfriend. I see what he's doing, trying to see if this guy is even single, nevermind if he's into men. The guy says he's sure his girlfriend would like that. I get a little sad but don't let it show as ultimately it isn't a big deal. Luffy gives me a look and I glare at him a bit. Sabo adds onto Luffy's comment by saying Marco should put flowers around the picture of his girlfriend and I add that he should put little lights with it too, reminiscing on the time when I was in grade 9 and we had a teacher that looked just like Edd Sheeran and we made a small shrine of Edd Sheeran in his class room.

After all of that we finally leave, Sabo telling us we can finally go to the mall. Luffy states that he's excited to go to the candy store. I tell Sabo I want to go to the furniture store and get some new pillows for my bed. Sabo just giggles at the both of us saying he's going clothes shopping. I then remember my shoes that Sabo was so fond of and joke that he's going to go buy himself some. He gives me a look and simply states, "yes." before we get in the car and he drives off to the mall.

#asl brothers #modern au ace #portgas d ace #monkey d. luffy #modern au sabo #Modern au luffy #sabo one piece #revolutionary sabo #one piece #Modern au op #op modern au

[stu-dyingstudent]

Sakura Haruno Fanfiction!!

Started: 2024.05.01

Last Updated: 2024.05.02

Total Works: 39

Okay, I absolutely adore Sakura as a character, but I do wish that we got a bit more of her just being awesome and progressing as a ninja. Generally speaking, I prefer multichapter (finished) fics, so that is what this list is primarily going to contain. This list contains my some of my favorite Sakura centric fanfiction, so everyone can enjoy these masterpieces too!!

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Survival of the fittest - cywscross || ao3 || T || shikasaku || canon divergent || one shot

Sakura is thirteen, still a Genin, lost in the middle of Earth Country, lugging an unconscious Chuunin around, and so far beyond scared that she’s moved right on to pissed off.

AHHHH this one is soooo good!!! I know I literally just said that this list is mainly going to be multi-chapter fics, but survival of the fittest is great!

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The Ocean is Deep and Dark - Pleasedial123 || ao3 || M || canon divergent || complete

Gato doesn't trust Zabuza to get the job done. Instead he sends a team of thugs to ambush the Bridge Builder on his return to Wave. Team Seven, exhausted from their fight and Kakashi still unconscious, is separated. Sakura gets captured. Terrible things happen to pretty girls in the hands of men like Gato and his thugs. But Zabuza puts his claim in first and suddenly Sakura isn't the prisoner of a civillian businessman and his hired muscle. Suddenly she's Momichi Zabuza's.

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Satori (Between the Lines) - Jaylene || ffn || gen || T || AU || complete

While attending the Academy, Sakura's field experience assignment with the Konohagakure Intelligence Division ends up being more valuable than she'd ever guess.

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Pulling my weight - itsthechocopuff || ao3/ffn || shikasakucho || T || AU || complete

During their mission to Wave, Sakura realises how behind she is in her training and decides to do something about it. She vows to become a shinobi her Village and her teammates can respect and depend on. But Sakura has always been a paper-ninja, so her first stop for inspiration is the library where she finds unexpected help in the form of one very bored tokujo who quickly goes on to become an integral part of her life. Soon, despite the neglect of her sensei and all odds seemingly against her, Sakura's destiny begins to change.

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Kill Your Heroes - TheLightAtLastAndAlways || ao3/ffn || T || canon divergent || ongoing

It's time to stop waiting for other people to save you. A story about fear, resilience, and Sakura.

I feel like anyone that is a fan of Sakura centric fics has read this one and it's for a good reason! Probably one of my all time favorites as I love how Sakura's emotions are handled in this and simply the fact that she is so driven by fear and just the will to keep surviving. It's an aspect of the original series that just was not addressed imo. They are essentially child soldiers, so I wish that we got to witness more moments of vulnerability from the young ninja. Unfortunately, it probably won't be finishing anytime soon.

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Stumble - writer168 || ao3/ffn || gen || T || time travel AU || complete

Sakura wanted to die. Sasori was fine with staying dead. But it seemed fate had other plans for them, because when they both wake up younger with blood pulsing through their veins, they had to remember how to live again. Time Travel AU

We need more fics with Genma and Ibiki!!!!

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Five Petals - PrecariousSauce || ao3 || sasusaku || gen || canon divergent || complete

Several things happen all at once in less than a minute’s time. Sakura’s elbow slams into Sasuke’s side from an angle he doesn’t anticipate, sending him tumbling end over end off the branch. Sasuke rights himself just a second too late and without checking where he’s going to land– When he does his knee twists, he feels a lightning bolt of pain shoot from his sole to his head, his leg gives out. And Orochimaru’s teeth sink down to the gum in Sakura’s shoulder.

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Blind - ObsidianSickle || ffn || sasusaku || T || canon divergent || complete

It was almost time, Orochimaru was going to take his body as a vessel. He hated being used...he refused to be used. With that thought, he took the kunai in his hand and slashed across his eyes.

I won't lie, Sakura is kinda weak in this one and it got pretty cheesy, but I still enjoyed it.

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A Twist in Time - wolf08 || ffn || sasusaku || T || time travel AU || complete

With Konoha on the verge of destruction, Sakura is sent on a last-resort mission to save her world by travelling to the past. Join her in coping with her old body's shortcomings, testing the natural laws of time, falling in love all over again, and rediscovering who she is.

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With Every Beat - halfdemonfan || ffn || sasusaku || M || canon divergent || incomplete

Pain can come in various forms. Sakura had suffered all of them; but with the war raging on she found the torture would continue.

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Ghosts - ElegiesforShiva || ffn || sausaku || M || AU || incomplete

In love and loss, it often comes back to family, and Team 7 had always been fated, hadn't they? Deny it as she may, Sakura finds her heart strung to them with an uncanny reverence and the weight of their ghosts. Sakura-centric. Heavy, heavy angst. Slow burn Sasusaku. Canon pairings. Lots of friendship feels. Eventual (consensual) lemon.

I won't lie, this one is pretty dark, so definitely read the TWs if that applies to you.

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Your Move, Instigator (draw your weapon and hold your tongue) - Laysan_albatross || ao3|| AU || complete

“We are still under wartime policy,” the recruiter had told her parents. He had an envelope in his hand. He sounded sorry. “She has two parents who are successful ninjas. We would be remiss to overlook her potential based upon that alone.” The Third Shinobi War never ended. Konoha needs more soldiers, grabbing anyone who can fight, especially those who can't say no.

You guys, I love this one to death. It's definitely a darker take on the Naruto universe, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. I've been looking for more like this fic where the civilian born shinobi are deemed as more expendable (thrown into war prematurely).

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Find Your Place (whatever it takes) - Dovey || ao3 || AU || incomplete

The war lasts longer than in canon, and has only just ended. While most of the 'Konoha 12' are clan heirs and thus protected from having to go to war prematurely, Sakura is from a civilian family, with naturally advanced chakra control, and thus is thrown immediately onto the frontlines. Now she's on a genin team in peacetime, and she's struggling to figure out how to live when she's not constantly at risk of dying. Team seven bonds in new weird ways, The Uchiha are actually all dead except for Sasuke (including war-hero itachi) who's got a chip on his shoulder the size of Konoha, Naruto isn't the kyuubi container and he finds Sakura kinda scary. Sakura would just like to have a hobby.

This one I actually have not read (I hope to read), but "your move, instigator" was inspired by this one!

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Icarus (protect the flames) - ginoeh || ao3 || canon divergent || incomplete

When Sakura realizes that playing little girl and flunking combat training had probably been a gross miscalculation on her part, she’s stranded in a rickety home in a run down country with an unconscious sensei. Sakura isn’t sure if she can make up for that mistake before it kills her or her team but she sure as hell will give it her best shot. She really couldn’t have known that falling victim to Hatake Kakashi’s unique attempts at teaching would open up another can of worms entirely.

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team. - waterpllar || ao3 || AU || complete

She’s under Neji's command, which apparently means she’s under the Hyuuga’s command. The Hyuuga’s role is on the frontlines, but Neji must be special for a kid from the branch family, because they mostly send him and Sakura out after the big battles are done, to pick off the wounded, and burn bodies. Sakura kind of wishes she had someone to keep her from the big fights, too. Her job is with Neji, taking back kekkei genkai and retrieving important people’s bodies, but she has other assignments, too. She’s given a dull kunai and told to go through the battlefield, dodging blows and jutsus from friend and foe, slashing at whatever isn’t wearing a Konoha headband. (the third shinobi war doesn't end, dragging on for years. konoha is running out of troops, and unimportant children in the academy with even a modicum of talent are snatched up to the warfront. sakura, unfortunately, is one of them. so is neji.)

Yay, I found one inspired by "your move, instigator" so of course I gotta put it on the list!!

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Cold Green Eyes - Wolfgang_in_the_Stars || ao3 || AU || complete

Haruno Sakura is 12 years old when she realises she has to make some changes in her life or else she'll die. Three years ago, Sakura split herself. Inner took her trauma, her pain, her violence, and Outer took the rest. If she wants to survive, if she wants to become a strong kunoichi, she'll have to accept herself as a whole. It's not as easy as it sounds.

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Home is Where the Heart is - DeepPoeticGirl || ffn || sasusaku || T || blank period || canon divergent || complete

And with every moment together, they get just a little closer, a little more comfortable with each other. Fall a little more in love. Post-war. Pre-epilogue.

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In Times of Peace - SouthSideStory || ffn || sasusaku || M || blank period || canon divergent || complete

The war is over, and like Konoha, Team 7 has rebuilt itself from the ground up. Everything has changed, but Sasuke and Sakura remain much the same. Eleven years, she thinks, is a long time to be in love.

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Ripples - Yellow Mask || ffn || sasusaku || T || canon divergent || complete

Following a botched mission, Sakura is made a slave by Sound, a position that could very well alter the future…especially concerning a certain familiar missing-nin.

I thought this fic was pretty interesting as we get to see Sasuke under Orochimaru's command.

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The Pack Survives - ihopethelightwillshineupon || ao3 || team 7 || canon divergent || complete

When a simple C-rank mission turns into a straight-up nightmare, the members of Team Seven narrowly escape with their lives. They end up stuck in the middle of nowhere, each of them injured and forced to rely on one another for help. They’ve only been a team for a couple of weeks, still distant from one another, still trying hard to prove themselves. But when they’re all hurt and struggling desperately to survive, they have no choice but to lower their walls. Stranded far away from the village, Team Seven fights to get back home safely – but with help impossibly far away, with their food supplies shrinking and with their injuries slowing them down, their journey becomes more difficult with every step. In the wake of their struggle, though, their bonds grow steadily stronger.

Sakura is not the main character in this one as it it more focused on team 7 as a whole, but she still has some great development!

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Return & Rehash - SpaceNugget11 || ffn || sasusaku || M || time travel AU || incomplete

"You," Sakura snarled with bared teeth. Sasuke gagged for air, clutching at her forearm, but she only pressed harder into him. Her green eyes crackled, and she wished she could burn him alive with the heat of her anger.

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An Inch of Gold - KuriQuinn || ffn || sasusaku || T || time travel AU || complete

Team 7 is sent on a mission to investigate a disturbance outside of the village, where they encounter an unconscious girl in a crater. The mysterious Sarada insists she's a shinobi from the Hidden Leaf trying to rescue her teammates. When the team discovers she possesses a Sharingan, things become even more unbelievable. [Part of the Legacy of Fire Series]

Honestly, anything by this author is great!

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Trial by Ninja - jacobk || ffn || T || canon divergence || complete

To become great, one must overcome great opponents. A moment of inspiration during the chuunin exam puts Sakura on the path to greatness, whether she likes it or not.

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Loyalty - TrueRadicalDreamer || ffn/ao3 || M || AU || complete

A ten-year-old Haruno Sakura is put in the worst situation of her young life - being forced into working as a spy for an enemy village. As she navigates the mores of her new world, Sakura begins to realize that she is changing as a person and that she may not recognize who it is she is becoming. A story about personal responsibility, about the duties of a ninja to their village, and about the true meaning of loyalty. (Pre-Skip, Unapologetically Sakura-centric, 13 years in the writing)

Ok, a little note here is that this fic is actually being rewritten. I read the old version and loved it (the one I linked), but there is a new one coming out on ao3 although I think it might incomplete. Nonetheless, I HIGHLY recommend this one as I think it's great and pleasantly dark!

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Five Kingdoms for the Dead - EvilIsARelativeTerm || ffn || M || AU || complete

After the Forest of Death, Sakura comes to realize that being weak is no longer an option. However, she finds that change is sometimes painful and that truth doesn't always come easy. Luckily, she'll have some help along the way.

Two words: SO GOOD!!!!

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It's Just That Any One of Us Is Half Without Another One Is You - Branch || ao3 || AU || complete

An AU in which all the character development of part one gets its due: Kakashi finds another way, Sasuke does not leave the Leaf, Itachi remains a villain, no one is a carbon copy of a previous generation, Sakura grows up to be terrifying, Sasuke finds his way back to family, and Naruto wins all hearts. Featuring Team Seven fluff, filling in the time-skip, and a rather different second half. Drama, Angst, Romance, Fluff, Action, Occasional Porn.

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I Know Those Eyes - roomfishing || ffn || sasusaku || T || AU || complete

Seven years following Sasuke’s disappearance, Sakura, now a medical-nin, goes on an ANBU assassination mission. SasuSaku. Contains spoilers, PG-13 for mild V, L, S.

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A Lesson in Humility - aobears || ao3 || itasaku || AU || incomplete

It's a fierce desire to protect, to possess. What's Sakura's will stay Sakura's, until she says otherwise. Where Sakura gets sick of being the weak link.

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These Eyes of Mine (I Can See) - tsukuyue || ao3 || gen || time travel AU || complete

They've lost. Naruto was dead, killed at Kaguya’s hands. Along with him died any illusions of hope that they could win. They couldn’t win, but perhaps they wouldn’t need to. In attempts to stop the Fourth Shinobi War from ever occuring, Sakura is sent back in time to the moment of her birth. Protecting the people she cared about would be much easier if she knew all the facts. OR Where Sakura can see the dead, and Danzō deserves to die.

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Little Piece of Heaven - Leanne Ash || ffn || sasusaku || T || canon divergent || complete

"I don't do it because I think you're weak! I do it because—! Because I… just… Never mind." Years later it finally happened. Unfortunately, she just didn't care anymore. A story of love and irony, where one is oblivious… and the other is Sasuke.

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Dessert Blossom - Aphiria || ffn || kansaku || T || AU || complete

Sakura’s accepted a mission to help Suna with an unknown illness that has affected a handful of its villagers. And all Kankurou has to do is watch over her while she’s in his city. It should be easy. Right?

Despite me being a sasusaku fan, I've always been a sucker for kansaku every since she healed him in shippuden, so this was a nice read (a bit cheesy but fun).

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Two Minds (are better than one) - Lesemaus16 || ao3 || gen || AU || complete

Tobirama doesn't generally object to being reborn. He does object to being stuck in the mind of a little girl, though. Sakura grows up with a grumpy voice in her head, telling her to train more. Tobirama's influence on Sakura might very well change the story. Or maybe not, who knows.

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Expedient - SwiftKick || ffn || T || AU || complete

Konoha and Iwa sign a truce and agree to an Exchange Program between recently promoted genin to "bolster village relations." Fortunately, if anything were to go wrong, Haruno Sakura was just average enough to risk losing.

Wow, this one is another all time favorite of mine! I didn't have high expectations going into it, but this fic is truly great. Deidara is such a fun character and I really enjoyed Sakura's growth in this.

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The Nearest Star - summersirius || ao3 || minasaku || canon divergent || complete

The quest for strength comes from the spirit or in this case, the soul. —Minato/Sakura

I quite honestly though that I was going to hate this because of the pairing, but it was surprisingly very well done! Also, Sakura is a total badass in this.

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Trials of Change - Espoiretreves || ao3 || gen || time travel AU || complete

Haruno Sakura made a promise. Looking in the eyes of her Shisou and the reanimated Hokage, she took on the most important mission of her life. Go back in time and try to prevent the 4th Shinobi War. Now, Sakura is back to her 5-year-old body, with all the knowledge and haunting memories of the future. She vows to keep her precious people safe and stop certain events from happening, without altering the timeline too much. The trials her emotions and logic put her through have her questioning her very existence, but for the sake of peace, she has to push forward. No matter what.

This one is a really good non-massacre fic where we get to see Shisui!

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Dirt and Ashes, or: The One-and-a-Half Body Problem - Tozette || ao3 || gen || M || canon divergent || complete

The invasion of Konoha during the chuunin exam didn't fail. Team seven is broken, people are dead, and Sakura is hurt and frightened and a very long way from home. Alternative summary: In which Sakura carries half of Hidan across two countries, leaving a trail of blood, bodies, and other people's legs.

This one is pretty gross tbh, but I highly recommend!

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Obito-Sensei - Ser Serendipity || ffn || gen || M || AU || ongoing

During the fateful mission to the Kannabi Bridge, Obito is too slow, and Kakashi ends up paying the price with his life. Years later, Elite Jonin Mangekyou no Obito is placed in charge of a very familiar genin team, determined to keep them safe in a world at peace. Or: Obito surviving wrecks everything, in twenty steps or less.

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Time Flies Like An Arrow - Katlou303 || ao3 || gen || K || time travel AU || complete

Sakura traveled back in time with the intent of changing everything, but something went wrong, and now she's four years old having nightmares about impossible monsters and losing friends she has yet to meet.

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Labyrinthine - FM_White || ao3 || itasaku || M || AU || complete

ItaSaku (Post Uchiha Massacre) AU: Some things are destined to be. It just takes a couple of tries to get there. ItaSaku. Light KakaSaku.

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#anime / manga #manga #naruto #naruto fanfiction #sakura haruno #bamf sakura

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

On Death's Doorstep (pt 41/53?)

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Word count: 1612

Rating: Teen

Pairings: parental Moxiety, past Virgil/omc

Warnings: past abuse, implied abuse, current torture, blood, nonlinear narrative, psychic powers

~~~START~~~

Something about the overhead light felt like needles slowly piercing his skin. The light didn’t respond to his will, if anything, it seemed to get sharper when he tried to bend it away from himself. It grated at his nerves, keeping him too keyed-up to drop fully into unconsciousness, but not so aware that he was fully conscious either; he was drifting in a haze of slow-burning agony.  

He couldn’t teleport either. Every time he’d tried it had felt like he’d slammed his head into a brick wall.  

It was a trap. Of course it was a trap — he’d known it was a trap.  

He didn’t even get to see his dads. He didn’t know if they were ok.  

The warehouse looked empty when he entered it, but he knew his dads were close — in a basement by the feel of it. He was careful, creeping through the building as quietly as he could, but when something heavy slammed into him, he was caught completely off guard.  

The force of the hit sent him careening into some of the factory’s machinery. He tried to teleport away, but someone had set up a field around the warehouse, blocking his escape; he did teleport twenty yards away though, hoping to catch his as-of-yet unseen adversary off guard. This field wasn’t very sophisticated, and the teleportation left a metallic taste in his mouth.  

He tried desperately to scan his surroundings, but the warehouse was so dark that he couldn’t see anything other than vague dark shadows, none of which were person shaped. Out of nowhere, a tendril of electricity shot out, missing his arm by mere inches as he quickly sprang away. The whips kept coming as the crackle of electricity dimly illuminated the new supervillain — Whiplash, he thought he remembered the news saying.  

Hoping to use the darkness to his advantage, he concentrated an orb of light near where he thought the villain’s eyes were. The whips stopped as the villain stumbled back, though weirdly, he didn’t cry out in surprise of pain.  

He was about to press his advance when he was suddenly hit by a sharp pain to the back. He collapsed on the floor, paralyzed but conscious.  

“There now,” a voice said as a new assailant leaned over him. “That wasn’t so hard.” 

The new adversary reached for him, but he managed to teleport once more.  

“Fucker!” He heard the voice mutter to itself before addressing him specifically. “You can’t get away! That toxin will keep you from moving, and the Holder will keep you from teleporting out!” 

‘Holder’? He thought, mentally shaking his head. Is that the best they could come up with? 

He couldn’t stand, his field of vision was painfully limited to what he could see while his cheek was pressed into the floor; he could teleport, but not to true safety; he was pretty sure he could still bend light and shadows, but that might do him more harm than good while he tried to hide.  

He could hear footsteps around him, but the reverberation throughout the warehouse made pinpointing where they came from impossible. He was just about to teleport again when a whip of electricity suddenly hit its mark.  

He was out before he really knew what hit him.  

The door to his cell slid open and he tried to drag himself into something more resembling consciousness. He heard the clicking of heels as a figure approached him, but his mind was too clouded to really see what was coming.  

“Well, well, well.” The voice sent chills down his spine and the resulting jolt of adrenaline cleared Virgil’s vision and thoughts. Dr. Agon stood before him, her typical predatory grin gracing her ruby lips. “It’s been too long, Knightcaster, we’ve been worried about you.” 

Virgil didn’t trust his voice, so he said nothing.  

“You know who else we’re worried about?” Agon continued, seemingly satisfied with Virgil’s lack of response. “Patton. Won’t you tell me where he is? He must be so scared and alone.” 

“…fuck…you,” Virgil managed to rasp out.  

“Fine,” Agon’s eyes flashed dangerously. “We’ll do this the hard way then, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. I don’t like having my things stolen, Knightcaster.” 

“G’ ‘t…hell…” 

Agon’s smile widened slightly. “Come here 1013.” 

The door opened again and a gaunt figure slunk in. If it weren’t for the bright pink hair — slick with grease as it might be — they might look like the girl from The Ring; they wore a dirty smock that might have once been white with long lank hair falling in front of their face. They looked so completely different that it wasn’t until just before their hand plunged into his chest that Virgil remembered that he’d met this person before.  

It was an unseasonably warm October day when Knightcaster was sent downtown to bring in a supervillain with some kind of mind-manipulation powers. She had apparently been forcing people to withdraw money from an atm when some cops had reported to the scene — no sooner had those cops arrived than they were flapping their arms and clucking like chickens.  

The supervillain had called herself Ebony, ironic, given how deathly pale her skin was, almost as though she was glowing. Her pink hair fluttered around her in a wind that didn’t seem to exist, it was the same electric pink as the blood that dripped more heavily from her hands with every person whose soul she reached into.  

As soon as she saw Knightcaster she took off running in the opposite direction. She barely made it three steps when she collided with Knightcaster’s chest, the hero having teleported into her path.  

She reared back with a snarl and plunged her pink hand into Knightcaster’s chest.  

Virgil was thrown forcefully from the memory. He was no longer in that room with the sharp lights, or at least… it didn’t look like he was in the room, it looked like he was in a space that was both devoid of and saturated with color. Standing across from him, looking slightly more like herself in a black MCR shirt, black spandex shorts sticking out from underneath a pink and black plaid miniskirt, and fishnet stockings — though still lifeless and defeated — was Ebony.  

“This will be easier if you cooperate,” she croaked, her mouth never moving.  

“I haven’t been feeling very cooperative lately,” Virgil shot back.  

“Where’s the target?” Ebony asked, an image of four-year-old Patton appearing in the space between them.  

“I’ve never seen that child before,” Virgil lied.  

Ebony cocked her head and the void around them began shifting, Virgil’s own memories shaping the surroundings materializing around them.  

Virgil wrenched the memory to the side and his old apartment he’d lived in with Orin materialized. Cracked countertop and all.  

“No,” Ebony said, sounding bored and listless, not at all like the villain Virgil had fought before.  

The apartment began to shift again, so Virgil threw all his mental weight against the flow. Evading psychics like this had been a part of his training, and he was certain that if Ebony wasn’t as unwell as she was that his time — hours? Days? Weeks? — in the sharp lights would have weakened him below her abilities.  

The child shifted and changed with the surroundings, and when the shifting stopped, a very different child stood between them.  

The new — old — child was five. He was going by a name that wasn’t quite his own. He wore a bright pink shirt that he only ever wore in tandem with his overalls, though he didn’t know why yet. The shirt, Virgil knew, had pink rhinestones spelling out the word “Princess” hidden beneath the bib of the overalls. The overalls had holes worn into both knees as this boy had a penchant for adventuring with his dads. His hair had been recently shorn short after a mishap with a classmate and some gum; he liked it better this way.  

Around them was a house that hadn’t changed much in twenty-one years — though maybe it had, Virgil hadn’t seen it in so long. There was a television across from a comfortably worn couch; bookcases taking up one wall, half filled with books, and half filled with various DVDs and video games. The coffee table in front of the couch was completely clear of dishes or trash in a way it almost never was.  

“No.” Ebony’s voice was harder now. She tried to shift the scene again, but Virgil gritted his teeth and kept the surroundings from changing.  

The boy became taller, older, he was wearing a hoodie now, and clutching a worn copy of Dante’s inferno in his hand.  

“No!” 

Ebony yanked more forcefully, and their surroundings began to shift. Virgil pushed against it as hard as he could, but it almost wasn’t enough.  

The scene solidified into Virgil and Orin’s living room, an adult Virgil was curled up on the couch, holding a week-old Patton in his arms. At the time, Virgil had been amazed by his perfect tiny son. He still was.  

He would do anything for that kid.  

He kicked back against Ebony and the scene melted around them.  

Virgil opened his eyes to the numbing pain of the sharp lights. Before him on the ground, lying in a pool of toxic pink blood, was Ebony. Her mess of hair had parted and Virgil could see her pitch-black eyes staring listlessly ahead of her.  

“Shame,” Agon sighed, completely bored. “Don’t worry, Knightcaster, we have more ways to get you to talk. R&D’s going to be very interested to see how well their toys work.” 

As her heels click-clacked out of the room, Virgil’s head hit his chest. 

~~~END~~~

Hehehe >:3<

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#sanders sides #ts sanders sides #virgil sanders #patton sanders #familial moxiety #parental moxiety #on death’s doorstep #superhero au #thursday writes #my writing #sanders sides fanfiction

[throne-for-queens]

I'm wondering if anyone else has noticed the way MF constantly victimizes herself and if long time fans of hers know if this is out of the norm for her? I've known of her but was never a fan. I'm not really aware of how she presents herself normally. What I have noticed, is that she really leans into being a victim. Even if it is back handed comments such as the one on her voice acting vampire post where she says it's cathartic for all her haters to kill her in the video game. Also, not going to repeat all the slander that's coming from her book.

My theory? She saw how hated he is. Just like she saw how he loves pretty feet and got a pedicure before meeting him with the intention of him noticing (her self proclaimed story anyway who knows if it is true she seems like a pathological liar sometimes) I think she saw how targeted he is by the media. Saw how codependent he is. I mean... She is an expert in personalities and birth charts. She knows everything about him, right? It seems to me like she is trying to relate to him on that level. Not for herself. But for him. So that he will feel a kinship with her. Both "misunderstood, outcasts, bullied by the media, 'no one understands who we truly are baby, all you have is ME, I am the ONLY one who sees your soul baby, I am the ONLY one who will ever truly love you'" blah blah. Maybe I am insensitive 😕 but this is something I've been thinking more and more lately and I need to know if anyone has had this feeling.

Before anyone comes for me or the blog owner:

Celebrities sign up for scrutiny, over analysis, public scrutiny, speculation from the masses, and ridiculous amounts of payout for the contracts they sign for that peak behind the curtain. And... are we really-in 2023- pretending that social media and paparazzi aren't the new reality TV shows of the day?

I can see that, their meeting story always seemed pretty odd and all over the place, because in the podcast with Randall and Lala they made it seem like they met on set. Megan claims to have instantly known that he was her twin flame and colson says that he waited everyday (more like 24 hours) until she noticed him.

But then they had the GQ couples interview and suddenly they met at a party where neither felt this instant connection and "I am weed" became their signature. The story isn't straight because before she says she instantly knew of their connection, but the GQ party proves otherwise.

Megan also pushes herself as a healer in his life, and she said this in the interview with Nylon. "It's more that he looks to me to avoid his own self destructive tendencies. And that's where I'm useful because on his own and left to his own devices I don't know how much interest he has in caring for himself."

Colson also refers to Megan as the Sun to him, and I don't think I need to explain what happens if the sun goes away. There is so much emotional dependency placed on Megan that I personally feel like it's unhealthy. It sounds like he has completely rid himself of the possibility of doing life without her, and she not only accepts that but she encourages such a toxic dynamic.

The song sid & Nancy will always have me as its number 1 hater, because she said that they should go out murder/sui if they ever broke up. Considering that he nearly deleted himself on the phone after that loss of his father, I think it was a pretty tone deaf thing to say. And even though I hope I'm wrong, if the redditor is right about their analysis of her book, I have a pretty strong feeling that the lover who asked her if she wanted him deleted is him. And again, I hope I'm wrong because that would mean that my previous statements about her being Jada is 100% true because that woman is very narcissistic and doesn't care about outing someone who trusted her.

#machine gun kelly #colson baker #est19xx #megan fox

[valiantarcher]

Some assorted and random thoughts on Defy by Tricia Mingerink.

I didn't expect the Brandi POV but I liked it. It was a wild ride with her learning how to defend herself (yay!), killing Kent in defense of herself and Jamie (nooo), riding to battle in disguise (...it was not the best idea, but it was also completely understandable and she had an important role to play), etc. but it was fun to have her perspective more directly. That said, I am taking her internal complaint about Leith dragging his feet on courting Renna just as an exaggeration because she's mad at him and not a legitimate criticism that she has.

I really appreciated how concerned Leith was for Martyn and still wanting to save him, even at the beginning, and then it just built from there.

Respen's motivations and goals never really were pinned down, leaving me feeling like he got inconsistent characterization and was not a convincing or well-drawn villain. ALSO! Pretty much everything we learned about him in Deny was dropped again without comment or further explanation??? Like, his dead son came up once and then his wife actually became more important, but the implied back stories with Leith and Uncle Abel and Aunt Mara? Zilch.

It seemed very sudden for Leith to go from turning around in the Waste in one section to dying in the Waste in the next, like there was an intervening part missing

I felt sorry for Martyn. Not only was he dealing with Leith's betrayal, the punishment he got from Respen for not stopping Leith, and the responsibility of making sure Renna doesn't escape, he also had to follow her everywhere and listen to her talking without complaint AND DO DISHES WITH HER. And it just gets worse from there.

"What would Leith think if he learned she'd killed?" HE'D BE SO SAD FOR HER AND THAT SHE HAD TO DO THAT AND GIVE HER A HUG AND HELP HER UNDERSTAND HOW TO GET THROUGH IT. AND THEN HE DID! Also, that cave sounds gorgeous (and I appreciated the rock chip being a Chekov's gun).

I think anyone who stuck it out for so long as a Blade trainee without losing his (ill-conceived) plan of revenge or his morals of not having to kill as Jamie had would be at least mostly as stubborn as you, Brandi.

I *knew* the Leader was going to be the cousin that Leith had "killed" - it was an easy way to get Renna's family's blood immediately off his hands. :| It also felt like some of the information, such as the royal family's bodies being carried off at night (men of Jabesh Gilead allusion, yes!), should've been foreshadowed so we didn't have to just suddenly realise that Leith wasn't actually as 'good' at being a Blade as he'd always been painted. >.>

UGH. Brandi's trust in Leith being broken was so painful, especially on top of her faith taking a beating.

Actually, really the only things I liked about the entire Eagle Heights section was Shad's "restraining the Blade" and Brandi getting to give her cousin what-for.

Something really bothered me about Renna's comparisons to Esther. For one thing, she wasn't given the choice to marry the king to save her people. What she was given was the choice to intercede for her people at the risk of her life or to keep silent and know that her people would be saved by another means while she might not; the choice of whether to potentially lose her life in the short term by doing the right thing in speaking up or to lose it later by doing the wrong thing in keeping silent. The dilemma Renna seems to be facing is whether it's right to do the wrong thing for the right end or not, with the added trouble of trying to determine whether marrying Respen was unwise, unpleasant, or simply wrong - and then with her thinking it was maybe God's will for her to marry Respen without even considering II Corinthians 6:14 (or I Corinthians 7:14-16, for a possibly contrasting point) seemed kind of odd. I think it all just got a bit muddied, especially because her moral concerns seem to fold once she thought Leith was dead.

'Kay' definitely seemed a tie-in for a later book, just as the info about Keeven and Adelaide seemed to be purely a tie-in to the 3.5 novella.

BRANDI LEADING THE CHARGE AND SPURRING THE RIDERS ONWARD WHEN THEY FALTER AND ALMOST FAIL!!!

I don't think Keeven has the marks of a good king - but he does have this over Tirian, that he listens to counsel.

Despite how traumatising the execution scene in Defy was, I actually liked the pre-execution scenes for both Renna and Leith. I especially appreciated the conversation about Heaven where Leith asks Renna to fill in some of the holes of his knowledge and the beautiful pictures of Renna's parents rejoicing over Leith and Leith getting to meet Daniel.

I don't know that I would equate Leith's torture with being counted worthy to suffer for Christ's sake? Granted, the line about where someone suffers as Christian vs. suffering for being a Christian seems unclear often, but it seemed (as best as one could tell about Respen, which was not great) like he was being tortured simply because he'd gone against Respen, not for his faith. On the flip side, the reason why Leith had surrendered himself instead of trying to break Renna out was to try to finally break through to Martyn, so in that respect he was suffering for being a Christian. Still, that bit didn't seem to sit quite right with me.

I was frustrated that the Resistance had been so tight-lipped about Eagle Heights' existence when Renna probably would've had a totally different perspective on the 'marrying to stop persecution' idea if she'd known just how vibrant and large the church in Eagle Heights (not to mention if she'd known about Keevan not being as dead as they thought and thus the legitimate heir), and then it got worse when Brandi realised that Lord Emmelin's perspective would've been completely different if he'd known Keevan was alive and that his life might've been saved. :|

"[Martyn] deserves to be uncomfortable." NO! NOT IN THIS WAY! Not when they've both been trying to show Christ's love to Martyn, not when they've both been trying to convince Martyn that Leith has turned his back on Respen and the Blades not for love of Renna but because of God's love to him, not when Leith is so desperate to reach Martyn that his body is being broken for him in an echo of what Jesus suffered for us! They've already made him plenty uncomfortable with the gospel, and that should be the ONLY offense given what's going on and their goal. It just made the romance seem like a cheapening of the deeper love that should be the focus. :/ And, yes, Leith and Renna shone far more in their care and compassion (Renna doing the dishes to give even a bit of a sabbath rest for the kitchen staff! Renna healing Martyn and Ranson! Leith searching out Brandi and helping her process Kent's death! Leith letting Jamie know he'd done his best!) and love for others (including each other - when Leith asks Renna to be strong for him and then the conversation about Heaven, of course!) than when they started getting romantic. :|

Actually, I would like to lodge a general complaint about the couples having no sense of decorum and what was appropriate to a situation; I know they were about to go into war, but couldn't have Jolene and Shadrach said goodbye when they were NOT right in front of all of the men (and boys and Brandi) Shadrach was captaining? :|

I really hope that Renna didn't get mad at Jamie after she finished caring for the wounded. He was already feeling bad enough and what else could he have done? He did all that he could to keep Brandi safe and the only reason he wasn't by her side in the gate was because he was rescuing Leith and Renna.

Overall, I enjoyed Defy better than Deny but I still did not enjoy it near as much as Dare.

Bonus: I kept misspelling Keevan as Keaven, which I eventually realised would rhyme with Heaven, and now I want to just call him Kevin.

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Okay, I need to reread it when I'm not half-asleep or in a hurry, but... some thoughts about Soul Taken:

This was a slightly odd book.

Mostly because, well, I completely understand that recovery is rarely linear, and even old trauma messes with your mind in unexpected ways sometimes, but I feel like Mercy was kind of unusually out of sorts and paranoid in this book. And I'm really not sure if we were supposed to see it that way or not. I mean, some of it was clearly the spider fae spike thingies messing with her, but I'm not sure if that was supposed to explain everything.

For example, I sadly enough kinda predicted that the whole 'one step forward, two steps back' dance with her attitude towards Stefan would be back sooner or later, but this felt like an almost exact repeat of what happened in Frost Burned: she suddenly does not seem to trust him for no obvious reason whatsoever, despite having recently made clear progress with him and ending the previous book on 100% amicable terms. And sure, I could headcanon that almost bipolar attitude in a number of ways, but it honestly comes across as author indecisiveness at best and bad continuity at worst at this point.

Like I said, I know recovery is rarely linear and trauma can mess with you in unexpected ways, but the part where she suddenly has Stefan nightmares she likens to Tim nightmares felt especially uncalled for (especially since I seem to recall she chose the bond with Stefan in the immediate aftermath of the Tim thing and it was something that actually made her feel better because it was something she chose, unlike certain other bonds I might mention) as did the pretty much entirely new implications that Stefan has ever used the bond against her or made her do anything against her will. I was, as a Stefan fan, honestly kinda mad about those.

And the fact that I'm not sure whether the reader is supposed to take that at face value or chalk it up to Mercy being paranoid and generally an unreliable narrator for a number of reasons, which has been established in text before particularly through other POVs.

Speaking of which, on the other hand... We got several things I didn't think we ever would, based on previous statements by the author:

We got Wulfe POV??

We got Stefan POV???

Vampires have souls now?!?

And personally, at least, those were very welcome additions. Wulfe and Stefan's narrator 'voices' both felt right and added more to their characters, as did the 'flashbacks' in the Mercy-dreaming-Stefan's-memories bits. Both we and Mercy got a better picture of the Italian vampire posse and their backstories and dynamics. But while I liked it that this book ended kinda as the echo of the ending of the previous book, with Mercy apparently being on good terms with both Stefan and Wulfe, it all feels kinda contradictory, you know? Something doesn't flow right about the plot/the vibe/the characterizations/all of it.

And once again, I'm not sure if I should blame Mercy or the author.

I've come to at least headcanon that part of Mercy being an unreliable narrator is that she's sometimes downright wilfully in denial about things she does not want to think about or confront. Like it's entirely plausible to me that there are aspects about her bond with Stefan that scare her much more than the idea that he could use it against her, which is why we apparently have to establish certain things like it being a) a two-way thing b) consensual c) unbreakable precisely because it's consensual over again, and why she sometimes randomly freaks out and starts treating Stefan as a potential threat.

Or maybe the author just really does not know how she wants to handle this. She's had several opportunities to toss the plot, and once or twice she even seemingly has only to bring it back, but like I said in the previous post, in the last book one of those opportunities was presented and she could have chosen to get rid of either Stefan or the bond and yet she chose to keep him and have Mercy reinforce the bond to save him (and tell him he's invited in her 'soulscape', and seriously consider calling him to her side against Adam's beast). But in this book, we're apparently pretending that development did not happen. Or Mercy is, at least. *sigh*

The overall situation was stressful for her in this book, admittedly. There was the whole situation with Sherwood, aka Bran's Big Bro Has Entered The Chat, and even Zee's behavior was causing her grief and adding to her paranoia. I do feel for our girl, for apparently having come to a realization that everyone she cares about is dangerous and a potential threat, her husband included.

But yeah. It was a little weird, and I hope things will make more sense in the next book.

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“Kacchan?”

The blond's body jolted— sitting up straight with rigid shoulders as he clung to what appeared to be a scarf around his neck.

Turning behind him, Katsuki's red ruby eyes pierced into Izuku's green ones as he scowled. “What the hell are you doing here, you shitty nerd?!”

Gulping down any lingering doubt, the freckled teen walked closer. “I wanted to talk to you-”

“FUCK OFF!” Katsuki roared as he threw an object in Izuku's direction, missing the boy completely. Upon closer inspection however, the grenette's eyes widened.

It was an empty can of beer.

Hey everyone! Alice here! ^^

Happy late Valentine's Day! This little fic was created as part of a DKBK exchange from last month, but I forgot to post it here for some reason~

My giftee really wanted to have something where these two dorks actually talk about their feelings and such for once, and even though it's a little hard to do considering their relationship in canon, I figured a little of drunken confessions could help with that! I had lots of fun with it, so I hope you like it!

Izuku wasn't really one for parties.

Being born Quirkless came with its disadvantages, and among them was not being able to make friends easily, which would cause some trouble for people that wanted to try and be outgoing in their superhero society.

Izuku was one of these people, as due to him not having many friends during his childhood, he didn't get the chance to socialize— or in this particular case, fraternize— with his fellow classmates in outings or other gatherings.

But ever since he came to UA, things were vastly different.

He had a Quirk now, just to start off. There were so many people he could proudly call his friends, and classmates who he'd trust with his life. A wonderful array of teachers and a mentor who worried for him sometimes very similarly to his own mother.

And above all, was his rekindled friendship with his beloved childhood friend, Katsuki Bakugou. If he had a crush on said childhood friend was not relevant to this discussion.

Or at least that was the way it was supposed to be.

Once their graduation date had been announced by their homeroom teacher Aizawa, Katsuki had started acting… strange, to say the least.

It started simple.

They had built a habit of getting together after class to compare notes and study, but the blonde had suddenly started making excuses as to not show up. From being tired, to being busy, to getting sick. The grenette did find it odd at first, but tried not to think much of it since maybe Katsuki just had other things he needed to do instead.

Then came the hang outs. Whenever their friend groups agreed to do something together, the explosive teen would have a reason to be absent. He'd get called by Endeavor's agency, he'd have to finish homework, and he'd have to visit his mother because ‘the old hag will nag at me if I keep putting it off’.

Again, strange, but Izuku never linked any of it to himself, and just silently worried that perhaps the blond had some stuff going on and made a mental note to ask him about it later.

Turned out trying to ask him about it proved to be futile.

Katsuki started ignoring him altogether. When Izuku called for him, he'd pretend like he didn't hear him. When they'd meet in the halls, the blond would pick up the pace, even if that meant leaving Kirishima behind. When Deku went to his room, he'd never open the door.

It was only then that the pieces started coming together: Katsuki was avoiding him.

“Why is he doing this? I thought we were on good terms now! But if we weren't, he'd at least make snarky comments at me like before, but he's not even looking at me. Did I do something to upset him? Did I say something? Did I-?”

Izuku had pretty much gone through every possible reason as to why Katsuki wouldn't want to talk to him, and none of it seemed to make sense.

He knew that if he just talked to him, he'd have his answer. But how could he do that if Katsuki kept reacting as if he had the plague?

That was where the party came in.

With only a week left before graduating, the students of Class 3-A decided to throw a celebration to all the years of ups and downs they'd spent together in UA, and of course, everyone was invited! And everyone was expected to attend.

And so, as the freckled teen walked between his two friends towards the common area where the party was being held, he couldn't wait to finally see the blond and be able to confront him head on.

“Midoriya!”

"H-Huh?!”

Being brought back to reality by the sudden voice calling for him, Izuku turned to see Uraraka giggling and Iida staring at him with arms crossed. A blush spread across his face as he chuckled nervously. “I'm sorry, Iida. You were saying?”

The ravenette shook his head as he let out a sigh. “Unbelievable that even after three years your mind can continue to wander as quickly as that.”

“Oh come on Iida, cut him some slack! This is supposed to be a party, after all! He should be allowed to drift into space as many times as he wants.” Uraraka continued giggling as she stayed between the two boys.

“I-I swear it wasn't on purpose, I've just got some stuff on my mind, that's all!” The grenette tried to argue, but he knew it sounded vague and like a poor excuse. He'd know what a poor excuse sounded like.

“Don't you mean you have someone on your mind?” The brunette girl smirked slightly as she raised an eyebrow in the boy's direction.

Heat rose to his cheeks as he turned sideways and whispered rather harshly. “That's not it at all!”

Only Uraraka and Iida knew of Izuku's crush on Katsuki— even though he was pretty sure that some already had an inkling based on the way he interacted with the blond. They also knew of his dilemma with the explosive teen giving him the cold shoulder, and how much it worried him. That didn't stop Uraraka from teasing him at every chance she got, though.

“Hey guys!”

A new voice resonated in the hall, causing the trio to turn around and see Kirishima and Kaminari heading their way towards the party with bags of snacks stacked between them.

Iida was the first to greet them. “Good evening, Kirishima and Kaminari! Thank you very much for agreeing to bring the snacks!”

Kaminari saluted from behind his mountain of cheeto puffs with a smirk. “Not a problem, man! This way we get to bring the stuff that we want, don't we Kirishima?”

The red haired boy grinned in return as he adjusted his own pile of potato chips and french fries. “You betcha!”

Izuku quickly moved to the front of the group with a smile, but was immediately confused when he looked behind the duo and Katsuki was nowhere in sight. He turned to the blond's best friend. “Kirishima. Is Kacchan running late?”

Kirishima visibly shifted his gaze as the grin on his face faltered. “Um… yeah, about that. I'm sorry, Midoriya. But he said he wasn't coming.”

The grenette couldn't believe what he was hearing. He wasn't coming? Why was he being so stubborn about this? He tried to not let it show, but it must have still been visible since everyone was looking at him with saddened expressions. “I… I see. D-Did he tell you where he was going?”

At that, Kirishima nodded. “Yeah! I think he said something about the school roof? Not sure what he'd do up there, though.”

“You know, Deku? We can meet you inside later if you want. Iida and I have lots of taste testing to do, anyway!” Uraraka suddenly spoke, with an accompanying Iida nodding at the statement. They knew how much the boy wanted to go see his Kacchan.

With a quick smile, he replied. “Thanks guys. I won't take long, I promise! And thank you, Kirishima! Hope you all have fun!”

And just like that, the freckled teen waved goodbye to his friends as he made his way to the rooftop staircase. He was getting his answers, one way or another.

The moment Izuku stepped out onto the school's rooftop, he immediately regretted the fact that he didn't bring a jacket with him, for the chilly nights were starting to grow heavier this time of year.

His frozen skin would have to wait, however, since just as Kirishima told him, the boy could make out the lonely figure of his favorite person sitting by the edge of the roof with feet dangling below.

Approaching slowly, he spoke softly as to not interrupt the stillness of the night. “Kacchan?”

The blond's body jolted— sitting up straight with rigid shoulders as he clung to what appeared to be a scarf around his neck. Turning behind him, Katsuki's red ruby eyes pierced into Izuku's green ones as he scowled. “What the hell are you doing here, you shitty nerd?!”

Gulping down any lingering doubt, the freckled teen walked closer. “I wanted to talk to you-”

“FUCK OFF!” Katsuki roared as he threw an object in Izuku's direction, missing the boy completely. Upon closer inspection however, the grenette's eyes widened.

It was an empty can of beer.

Looking back at the blond, Izuku finally noticed the six pack that was sitting right next to him. His body quickly shifted gears as he felt himself flare up with anger. “Kacchan, are you drinking?! You're seventeen, you shouldn't be drinking this stuff yet!”

“Don't tell me how to live my life, you damn nerd! Now GET LOST!” Katsuki roared and proceeded to throw another can, which this time didn't even make it past a few feet away from him. Katsuki had a great arm to throw, but this wasn't a good example of that.

This worried Izuku even more. “Are you drunk right now?”

“You think I'm some lightweight prissy?! 'course I'm not!” Katsuki said that, but the slurring in his voice told Izuku otherwise.

“That's it, I'm taking you back to your room!” The grenette quickly closed the remaining gap between them as he tried to pick at the boy's torso to get him into a standing position. There were about two packets of six packs remaining, and all Izuku could do was wonder where he even got them from.

“LET ME GO, YOU NERD! YOU'RE NOT MY FUCKING BABYSITTER!” Katsuki began swatting at Izuku's attempts to pull him upwards, throwing what could only be described as a tantrum. The freckled teen was getting impatient, the accumulated stress of the cold shoulder treatment during the past weeks getting to him.

“Well, I might as well be with all the stupid stuff you're doing! If I sneak you from the back, the teachers won't see you and hopefully you won't get in trouble-” Izuku started mumbling, but was quickly interrupted by a cry.

“YOU DON'T HAVE TO BABYSIT ME ANYMORE, DAMMIT! JUST GO LIVE YOUR LIFE WITHOUT ME!” The blond's screams turned into wails as he began pulling at the other teen's arm with little to no strength left, sobs escaping his lips occasionally.

“Huh? What are you talking about?” Izuku was beyond confused at the sudden change in his friend's demeanor, but noticed the seriousness of the situation and tried acting accordingly by standing still.

“I'm always holding you back… Making you pity me so that I can walk all over you in the end! Telling you to fucking jump off roofs and hope for the best in the next life— what kind of hero does that?! No hero does that! NO HUMAN BEING DOES THAT! ONLY ASSHOLES DO!” Tears began pouring down the blond's cheeks as he continued speaking aloud, refusing to look up from his position on the ground.

Izuku could only stare in silent disbelief at what he was hearing. The rooftop incident… Well, not just that, but everything else. The boy had forgiven his best friend for that a long time ago. Sure, they had never openly talked about it, but he'd assumed it remained as an unspoken understanding.

To know he was still clinging onto it was very heartbreaking to see. “Kacchan… You aren't like that anymore. It happened so long ago, it doesn't matter-”

“Of course it fucking matters, Deku! I destroyed your life! I made it a living hell! And I'm supposed to be graduating in a week to become a ‘true hero’ when I couldn't even apologize to the one person I hurt the most?! The one person I love the most?!” Katsuki finally dared to look up at his friend with teary eyes and streaked cheeks, this time reaching for the grenette's hands.

The more Katsuki said, the more Izuku started to understand.

Why he was being ignored, why he was being pushed away, and why it all began the moment Aizawa told them when they'd be graduating— his Kacchan was holding all of this in, and never allowed himself the chance to think that maybe Izuku had forgiven him.

But that wasn't all—

“L-Love?” The freckled teen mumbled the word to himself in disbelief. Katsuki… loved him? Him? There was just no way! Was there?

The blond's eyes widened, and he immediately turned his gaze downwards once more. “Shit! You weren't supposed to know! You were never supposed to know! If anyone deserves to jump off a fucking roof… it's me.”

As soon as he heard that statement, Izuku's blood ran cold and his body moved on its own as he engulfed the other boy in a hug, refusing to let go. “NO! KACCHAN, YOU CAN'T DO THAT! DON'T YOU DARE EVEN THINK THAT!”

Katsuki's body went rigid for a moment, not daring to make a move as if he'd break something if he did, but slowly went and returned the embrace as sobs began to hiccup past his lips. “I-I'm sorry… I'm so sorry, Deku! I'm sorry for being a dickhead back then! And I'm sorry for falling in love with you when I don't deserve it!”

Izuku's own body began to shake as tears of his own began to flow, the emotions he held back for years starting to come out. “It's okay Kacchan… It's okay! I forgive you. You did some really bad things, but everyone deserves a second chance… And you've earned it!”

Pulling back slightly, the freckled teen pushed the blond's bangs out of his face as he began to place gentle light kisses against his forehead, mumbling sweet words of encouragement as he tried to get his beloved to calm down.

Despite enjoying the treatment he was getting, Katsuki quickly pulled away as soon as he came back to his senses— or at least as many senses he could have after drinking so much alcohol— and stared at Izuku with an incredulous expression. The grenette couldn't help but chuckle at the cute display.

“Why are you kissing me?” Katsuki's tone was the softest Izuku had ever heard, and it only melted his heart even more.

“Because I love you too, silly. I always have.” He smiled as he wiped the remaining tears from the corner of his Kacchan's eyes. He then proceeded to lean forward and kiss his eyelids, softly and gently so as to not break his precious one's heart any more than it already did that night.

The blond tried to wiggle his way out, mumbling grumpily. “B-But… How could you love someone like me? Someone who did awful things to you?”

“Easy. I see how much you've grown and changed over the last three years, and how hard you try to make amends. I see the way you treat those around you, and even though they might just see an angry guy, I see the real you. The Kacchan who's selfless, and strong and so very kind. My Kacchan.” By the time Izuku finishes his speech, the blond's eyes are filling with tears once more, which the freckled teen knows don't suit him at all.

“I-Is it okay? Is it really okay to love you? To tell you how much I want to make you happy and see your smile everyday?” Katsuki continues to mumble, so Izuku takes initiative for the first time in his life.

He takes the other's face gently between his hands, staring into those ruby eyes he's seen in his dreams many times before, and slowly leans in as his lips gently touch Katsuki's.

The kiss is short yet sweet. Filled with unspoken feelings, promises, and love. Izuku can feel the blond's tongue gently trace against his lips, and so he parts them to allow his loved one access. Their tongues have a slow dance before exploring each other's mouths and then going back to the courtship.

Katsuki let's out a sound that Izuku can only describe as a moan, and he has to hold himself back as he reminds himself that the blonde is drunk and most definitely not in the condition to do any of the sweet yet naughty things the grenette has been yearning to do with him for so long.

A few seconds go by, and that's when Izuku notices the sudden heavy weight of Katsuki's body against his. Pulling away from their kiss, the boy panics for a moment, only to realize.

Kacchan had fallen asleep.

The soft snores are more than enough to make it worth cutting their make-out session short. Izuku smiles and leans forward, kissing the other boy's temple one more time. “Goodnight, Kacchan. I hope you will still be mine in the morning…”

And with that, Izuku shifts Katsuki's body weight against his own and begins his perilous descent back into the dormitory.

After the events of that night, he merely placed the blond back in his bedroom and proceeded to head towards his own, sending a message to Uraraka that he wouldn't be able to make it.

Laying down in bed, the freckled boy smiled as he had nothing but beautiful dreams filled with the love of his life right by his side.

Partners in more ways than one.

The next day, Izuku just wants to stay in his bedroom forever and scream into a pillow until the floor decides he's worthy of being swallowed.

He can recall the events from the previous night in great detail, but he's pretty darn sure that Katsuki won't, which will definitely be an issue since now that his feelings are out in the open, he's not sure if he can contain them anymore.

Still, he realizes that he'll have to face his favorite blond eventually, so might as well do it sooner rather than later.

Either Katsuki remembers and threatens to kill Izuku if he even dares to mention anything, or he doesn't remember and Izuku has to live with the fact that the other loves him back, but just won't admit it.

No matter the outcome, he'd lose.

Still, he had to press on.

Once he changed into his uniform, he headed to the dinning room where mostly everyone was already gathered and having breakfast, sounds of groaning and complaining from pulling an all-nighter here and there.

As Izuku heads for a table after serving himself a bowl of cereal, he stops dead in his tracks as he sees Katsuki walking into the room. Trying to avoid eye contact, the grenette attempts to power walk past him.

“Deku.”

Katsuki's voice freezes him, and he begins to prepare for his funeral as he gulps and turns towards the blond with the largest smile he can muster. “Yes, K-Kach-”

He isn't allowed to finish, as the explosive teen holds onto the other boy's head and pulls him in for a kiss. It's not gentle like last night's, but rather rougher and sloppier. But the message behind it was crystal clear: ‘You're mine and I'm yours.’.

Once he pulls away, Izuku stares wide-eyed at the red plump lips he now loved so much— just like everyone else in the room, who had immediately stopped eating to witness the scene before them.

Licking his lips, the blond turns sideways as a small blush spreads across his neck. “Good morning, nerd.”

As Izuku spaces out, he can only faintly distinguish Uraraka's ‘you owe me $20’ followed by a groan that seems to come from Iida, along with all the cheers and pictures being taken by his classmates.

And in that moment, everything is truly right in the world. Everything is perfect, and Izuku wouldn't have it any other way. And as such, he smiles at the person he plans to spend the rest of his life reminding that he's worthy of love.

The person he will love until the day he dies.

What could be more perfect than that?

“Good morning, Kacchan!”

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Episode idea ig

I had a dream (yeah i might have watched the entire series within a week so..ig that happened) that Wedge was in an accident of some sort and his memory was affected and he believed he was a Con.

He contacts (off-screen) a relative of his asking to be picked up because he didn't know where he was and is interrupted by the arrival of the other rescue bot recruits. He wants to act hostile and hides his wound(so that they wouldn't know 'the enemy is injured' but their 'oddly friendly' behaviour gives him an idea.

He joins them back at base and has to deal with hiding his boredom( being given those 'stupid tasks' and having to save people in sims isn't exactly his idea of fun, but he tries to keep his cover up, although since he doesn't rly care about the safety of the human(Chuck) chooses more environmental destructive ways to complete the current sim. In his free time he contacts his relative again, to let him know about the change of plan and does a little first aid on himself, to further hide any signs of the injury(he was leaking a lil Energon). The whole team is pretty concerned about his behaviour but Hotshot is the one who figures there's smth odd with him. But he's not believed by the others which bums him out.

Suddenly the alarm rings, showing there's an intruder outside(idk ik they don't seem to have that in the show, at least not outside the academy, but they rly should). All recruits + Heatwave go outside to investigate, and they see a bot close to a window, looking as if he tries to break in. Spooked by the newcomers, he transforms(the others recognize it's a Cybertronian vehicle) and stands his ground, ready to make a run for it. Wedge stops them and tells them he's his brother and makes up( or was it real, I couldn't tell; for the record, I don't remember his name either) some sad story about how Wedge had thought his severe injuries had had crippled him forever.

The recruits warm up to the newcomer (beside Hotshot who becomes even more suspicious of Wedge). As they spend time together vibing, Hotshot is more than intrigued by the fact that from time to time, Wedge and the other guy use some coded language(Wedge claims in from of the others that it's just their thing as siblings).

At some point, when Wedge and his brother are alone, Hotshot (yes he was following them) catches glimpses of things he finds quite concerning, and, due to his nature and partly still willing to trust Wedge, confronts him right there. Wedge ignores him and switches back to the coded language (although his brother is more pumped and nearly shows his blaster).

Now what happened afterwards makes little sense so I'll ignore that and jump to something more relevant: Medix finds out about the injury, Wedge threatens that him and his brother will have the world burn to the ground -well he was actually more graphical but as if that'd ever be mentioned in a kid show. Btw I'm pretty positive his brother wasn't a normal Cybertronian cuz he was told he's capable to rip out and consume sparks and other energy types. And well he's stopped. The only reason they are willing to give him a second chance is the fact that they figure from the way he talks that he doesn't even know who they are and trace it back to the injury.

Now this would probably take 2-3 episodes to show as a story, and not only that but it's pretty unlikely to happen but.. what do y'all think?

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3. Out of sight

You finally get back to the daycare after a (very) short lunch break, the lights were still off, odd.

Maybe it was another storm, though you don't remember seeing the weather forecast so, you couldn't really tell, mostly because there's no windows here, so it's impossible to know.

Based on the silence, you are more then sure Moon is up to something, and you are (not) prepared for it this time, you're not gonna fall in his trap again.

You slowly tip-toe to the security desk as to not wake up any of the kiddos, as it is still nap time, and judging by the pouring suddenly coming out of no where, you're more then sure it's raining.

Rotating the chair back to its position, you sit there and go through the security cameras, again, trying to find any traces of intruders or events happening, but you doubt anything will happen on such a slow day. It has been a lot slower because of the cold temperatures outside, and most kids just ran inside their house for their fireplace and beds to warm up instead.

For a moment there's a soft jingle in the distance, and you look over the computer screen to see red eyes staring back at you. Almost immediately you fall backwards along with the chair, and when you stand up to look, said eyes are no longer there and you can't make out from where the jingles are coming from, as it pretty much echoes all around you in this quiet, eerie daycare.

Kids shift in their sleep from the sound, but none seem to wake up. Phew, at least you wouldn't have to be seen by them, which is better then being seen by your dear friend Moon, who thinks it's very funny to scare you to death.

You straighten up and stretch before clearing off the dust on your persona, coughing from just how much comes off. Gee, doesn't anyone clean behind this desk? Well, Sun does clean the daycare, but he probably can't step past the security desk, which would make sense that he wouldn't clean here.

You look around yourself in the dark, adjusting your vision and rubbing at your eyes before spotting Moon hovering just above the slide, flexing his fingers at you in some sort of weird, gremlin-ish wave. His grin widens upon seeing you freeze like a deer in the headlight, and once more he takes off, disappearing and blending into the dark once more.

Gee, sometime soon he's gonna be the death of you, won't he? You shake off your thoughts, pushing the chair even more away, not caring it's already laying on the floor and immediately step out from behind the desk, pointing at the darkness and whisper-yelling his name. "Moon! I know you're there, come out!" You warn him without having to say a word, narrowing your eyes at the silence following your words.

You hear a faint chuckle and then a hand slowly settled on your shoulder.

You freeze and the color from your body drains all at once, your instinct wanting you to scream but you instead kick with your leg at Moon back, who just steps back and pretends to have been 'hurt' by you, making a dramatic death scene as you try calm your still racing breath and heart beat.

At least he didn't grab you like last time, which made it better, somewhat, but you still don't trust hi-

All at once Moon straightens up again, holds onto his wire with one hand and the other holds you from under your armpits, and the ground leaves you all at once as you start almost screaming before he puts his hand over your mouth to muffle you, napt time wasn't over, and you completely redden as some of the kids were now awake and seeing your pitiful display as Moon suddenly shifted and held you upside down, to which you immediately panic and grab at anything you could.

Well, this couldn't be worse...

#sunyandmony writes #halloween #inktober #miiilowo fnaftober #fnaftober #fnaf moon #boo! I am a ghoooooossssttt-🧍‍♀️ #gn reader #death mention tw #tw death mention

[sunnydalebimbo]

I know Spike is still technically evil in season 6, but it makes no sense, emotionally or narratively, to have the Scoobies still be so hostile/suspicious of Spike post-Buffy’s resurrection, especially after them seeing how capable of humanity Spike was in the month’s Buffy was dead. If Spike’s love for Buffy was only obsession, he wouldn’t have stuck around, and he certainly wouldn’t have been so good even to his own detriment. Because Spike had no idea that the Scoobies were planning to bring Buffy back. As far as he knew, Buffy was gone forever, and yet he still tried to protect Buffy’s loved ones over a promise he made. Even if they don’t trust Spike to do the right thing out of love longterm, it still doesn’t make sense that they’d go from trusting Spike to regularly take care of Dawn, to considering him to entirely be a threat. Clearly some bonding, some sliver of deep-down realization that maybe Spike can be good, or at least not evil, occurred during this time, and it so incredibly irks me that Spike’s relationship with the Scoobies not only doesn’t strengthen, but even regresses back to the point it was at before the end of Season 5.

#what he never drank with anya or comforted willow or talked about greif with tara??? #they didn’t at all bond in that time #becuase the gang goes from mostly trusting spike to pretty thoroughly ousting him #maybe it had to due with their guilt #or about only colluding spike out of necessity #but it seems pretty odd to just suddenly completely not trust him again #like shut up #he’s part of this found family now #rant ish #buffy the vampire slayer #spike

[oh-ranpo]

☾ -- pairing: keigo takami "hawks" x reader ☾ -- word count: 1.2k+ ☾ -- preview: when hawks tells you about the undercover mission he's working, you understandably grow concerned.

“You’re going to get yourself killed!” You could feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you tried to process everything that you had just been told. Your boyfriend was a double agent. Infiltrating the League of Villains. “I feel like you might be overthinking this.” That easy smile. That effortless confidence. Of course they had chosen him. He was so… believable. You might have even thought that he was speaking the truth if it wasn’t for the fact that you knew just how dangerous this was. “Overthinking? Keigo, are you serious?” You hissed as you took a step towards him. His hands were quick to fall to your hips as he caught you mid-step, his smile never faltering. Not even when you added, “This is the League of Villains. All For One’s army. They released a psychotic Nomu into the general public that almost took out Endeavor! If they find out, they’ll-“ Your voice caught as you choked on the rest of your sentence. “They won’t find out,” he assured you, his voice as smooth as satin. “I’ve already earned the trust of a couple of the members. Well, as much trust I can earn from them, I suppose.”

You wanted to punch him. You wanted to slap that pretty smile off of his lips and shake some sense into him. He wasn’t thinking clearly. He didn’t understand. “You think that any of those guys are capable of trust? They only care about one thing, and that’s destroying all heroes. Heroes like you! I just… I can’t believe this is real. I can’t believe you agreed to do this.” You started to turn out of his grasp, your mind wandering now to all the horrors that could take place if even one of the villains caught on to what he was doing. It made you sick. You were almost completely out of his grasp when Keigo spoke again. “My country needs me.” His words, along with his change in tone, had you turning back towards him quickly, your eyes wide as you suddenly felt a bit hysterical. His smile was gone, but that didn’t slow down your racing emotions one bit. “I need you!” You cried, tears welling up in your eyes as you felt like your chest was going to explode. Your hands reached out for his coat sleeves, and his frown deepened. “I can’t… I can’t lose you.” For a moment, he seemed stunned silent, which was quite the feat for him. His feathers ruffled slightly as he stared down at you, his golden irises assessing your now broken demeanor. “You’re not going to lose me,” he whispered, the cockiness in his tone now completely gone. It was as if he was finally seeing and hearing the concern in your voice, and he lifted one of his hands, despite your strong grip on it, to wipe away one of the tears that had cascaded down your cheek. “You’re not going to lose me, because this is going to work. I know that you’re worried. I know that you’re concerned. But I promise you, you will not lose me.” Your legs gave out in that moment as sobs wracked your body. Keigo was quick to catch you before lifting you up and moving you over to the couch so that you could sit down together. Your hands had moved from his sleeves to the front of his shirt as you clung onto him desperately. “You don’t know,” you sobbed. “You don’t know that. You can’t… you can’t promise me that when you don’t know.” You were right, and you both knew it. Keigo was great at making everything seem way easier than it was, but this was far from a standard hero mission. One wrong move and everything could be turned upside down. If he was in the wrong place when it happened, there were no guarantees. He might have been the number two hero, but if he was alone in a room with some of the country’s most notorious villains, his survival odds were low. He let you cry into his chest for several minutes, his hand gently brushing along the back of your head as he pressed his lips into your hair. His silence made you feel more uneasy than before, but you couldn’t find your voice to tell him so. You just wanted to stay like this, with him, somewhere safe. You didn’t want him going out and having interactions with these criminals. You didn’t want him putting his life on the line for some intel. Even if it was for the greater good, you were selfish. This was your heart you were talking about. You couldn’t just give that up. “No matter how dangerous a mission is, you know what keeps me going? You know what keeps me fighting?” Keigo’s voice startled you slightly as you slowly lifted your head from his chest. When your eyes met his, you could see the worry this time, but he was also gazing at you with an intensity that made your stomach turn. When you shook your head, a sad smile turned up the corner of his lips before one of his fingers gently pressed against your chest. “You.” Your heart flipped as you started to shake your head, but he was quick to stop it as he cupped each side of your face between his hands, forcing you to look at him. “No matter where I am, or what I’m doing, the end goal is always to make it home to you. I didn’t get much choice with this particular assignment, but in the end, the things I do will be done so that I can keep you safe. And if you think that I’m going to let a few assholes keep me from coming back to you, you’re sorely mistaken.” You were melting in his golden gaze as he spoke, and he could evidently feel the tension leaving you as his smile turned into something more genuine. “So, do you believe me now?” You wanted to tell him that he was still an idiot. You wanted to scream that it wasn’t fair that he was the one that had been chosen for this, and that you didn’t want him to leave the house at this point, let alone find himself in the company of those that sought to kill everyone like him. However, as you looked at one another and his words settled in your chest, you knew that saying all of that would only upset you both even more. You wanted him to fight for the safety of others, and while there wouldn’t be a second that you wouldn’t be worrying about him until it was all over, you had to support him. You had to support him in the same ways that he supported you. “You’re going to come back to me,” you finally whispered, as Keigo beamed and nodded in response. The space between you closed as he pulled you closer, his hold on your face maneuvering you in so that he could kiss you properly. The kiss was soft and slow and his way of expressing just how much he meant it when he said you were his reason. His heart had never felt like this for anyone before, just as you had never yearned for someone in the way that you did for him. His life was chaotic, and he was often put in situations that seemed dire, but he had a lot of fight. And he had a lot of reason to fight. And because of that, you knew that you would always have faith in him. He would always make his way back home.

#keigo takami #takami keigo #hawks #hawks fic #hawks imagine #hawks angst #keigo takami fic #keigo takami imagine #keigo takami angst #takami keigo imagine #takami keigo fic #takami keigo angst #keigo takami x reader #takami keigo x reader #hawks x reader #mha #mha fic #mha imagine #mha angst #bnha imagine #bnha #bnha fic #bnha angst #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

[beyondspaceandstars]

The Knife

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, fingering, knifeplay/knife kink, dirty talk, slight degradation, slight metal arm kink, definite finger and hand kink - 18+, minors DNI Summary: Seeing Bucky casually flip and twirl knives really does something for you. And he happily indulges the fantasy. A/N: Alright I’ve never really written a bit of any kind of particular kink but I mean, come on, of course I had to try. I am super aware this is not the most original idea but I still wanted to add my take on it. p.s. i forgot to do an initial tag list portion on this because i am not used to having one but i will fix that for the next lmao i am sorry

Masterlist

You thought you were going to explode as you walked into the kitchen. Standing in the middle there was Bucky mindlessly flipping one of the knives in his hand — of course, it had to be the metal hand — as he cooked dinner, watching the food simmer away.

He looked so casual as he lingered at the stove, twirling the knife between his fingers. He was doing little tricks, tossing it in the air and catching the handle of it perfectly. It was just so effortless — and made you unbelievably wet.

Truly, this wasn’t a super uncommon thing to come home to. As some people bit their nails or played with the ends of their hair, Bucky twirled kitchen knives. While a habit you’ve now come to… appreciate, it certainly startled you the first time he did it. He had thought nothing of it, much like the position he was in now, as he played around with the knife. While the naturalness of his motions was quite a sad habit he had been forced to pick up, he seemed more comfortable with it. Almost treating it like some special talent or party trick. As for you, it was just a fucking turn-on.

You couldn’t pull your eyes away from the knife and your boyfriend’s moving hand as you slipped off your shoes. You placed your purse down gently, slipping off your coat. Bucky turned around as he heard your movement.

"Hey, doll," he greeted you with a warm smile, the knife not stilling. He never missed a beat.

Your words were losing you as you watched him keep up his motions but now he leaned against the kitchen counter, across from you. You had apparently been hypnotized in the motions because Bucky was giving you an odd look, eventually breaking you out of your phase as he asked, "Are you okay?"

You blinked in surprise, forcing your eyes away from the weapon and to his beautiful, concerned face. You gave a small smile. "Yeah, sorry," you chuckled, walking over to the stove to inspect what was on the menu. "Long day," you added, waving a hand in dismissal.

"Yeah?" He hummed. "Something got your mind occupied?"

You picked up a spoon to stir around the vegetables. You were about to respond, trying to shake off your initial feelings when a body was suddenly pressed against your back. You gasped at him, at the surprising force he possessed. He practically towered over you. His breath was heavy as he leaned down, his lips just grazing over your skin. One hand suddenly came to your hip while the other, holding the knife still now, pressed the side of it to your skin. You just about jumped at the sudden action.

"I-I’m fine," you mumbled, trying to ignore the cool metal pressing to your hot skin. Trying to ignore how it went directly to your core. Trying to ignore the god damn wetness pooling —

"What’s got you worked up, baby?" Bucky asked. You could pretty much hear the fake frown he wore, acting all innocent. While you two had never talked about any sort of weapon play, or really many kinks to begin with, he must have seen the lust encompassing your eyes.

As he waited for an answer, Bucky trailed the side of the knife up and down your arm, cautiously and slowly, letting the metal cool you. His other hand gripped your hip tighter. You let out a sigh at his touches, unable to really keep yourself together anymore.

"It’s- It’s the-," you lost your train of thought as Bucky’s free hand came up under your shirt, caressing your side gently. He moved the knife to begin tracing your collarbones obvious by that little bit of neckline skin peeking out from your blouse. It was surprising but earned him a moan from your lips. Bucky chuckled darkly, placing a soft kiss on your neck.

"It’s the knife, isn’t it?" He asked, finishing your sentence for you. There was just a hint of mocking in his tone which didn’t help the wetness still forming between your thighs.

Weakly and just as pathetically, you nodded. It was all you could do — you couldn’t trust your voice.

Bucky seemed to like that as he began pressing on. The hand under your shirt slowly made its way down your torso to the buttoning of your jeans. He popped them free and wasted no time dipping two fingers into you. You yelped at intrusion while he moaned at the wetness soaking his fingers. He pumped them steadily, making little flicking motions every now and then.

The knife on the other hand was still near your neck, making weak little traces, being dragged over your hot skin. Nothing was enough to hurt you and Bucky was sure skilled with quick reflexes, always prepared for the little jolts your body gave as he continued fingering you.

"So wet for me," Bucky mumbled, picking up the thrusting of his fingers. "And all from me twirling a knife. How pathetic, don’t you think? It’s a knife, doll. A weapon. Could slice through anything and yet it turns you on?"

You let out a small whimper as he forced you to fully press against him. Your bodies were practically cemented together. You felt him getting hard making you so desperately want to help him out but there was no way out of this. Your mind was a daze as he never let up with fingering you. The coolness from the knife still rested on your skin sending shameless shivers across your body.

Your orgasm was building up now as his motions picked up. Without much warning, he decided to add his thumb to mix, moving in tight circles on your clit. That forced a surprise moan from you, making Bucky chuckle.

"F-Feels so good," you mumbled, your eyes fluttering close as you leaned your head back to rest it on Bucky’s shoulder.

Exposing more skin for his access, his lips attached to your neck, kissing and nipping at it. The knife now began moving slowly, delicately, down the valley of your breasts and to the rest of your torso. You groaned at the movement, the scandalousness of it. The absolute danger this held but the total trust you had in Bucky.

"Yeah?" Bucky hummed. "What feels good? My fingers?" he gave a rough thrust for emphasis making you jolt. "Or the knife?" The weapon stopped just above where his hands were disappearing into your jeans. You weakly lifted your head and glanced down, really seeing now the sudden contrast between his loving fingers and the haunting knife. It made you nearly lose your mind as you let out a groan, feeling your orgasm just approaching.

"Hmm," Bucky hummed, following your gaze. He seemed to pick up words where you were failing. "I think it’s the knife. I think my dirty girl likes the danger. Likes seeing me handle it. Right, doll? Isn’t that it? That’s what got you soaking my fucking hand?"

You gasped at his words. They were just doing enough for you, borderline too much. You wanted to practically thrust away but that was not happening.

"B-Bucky-," you whimpered. You were right on that edge and Bucky knew it as he picked up the motions. The pressure on your clit from his thumb movements got stronger as his pumping didn’t let up.

"Come on, doll," Bucky’s voice had dropped, almost panting behind you. He was fully turned on but completely consumed with you. "Cum for me, honey." His arms were just barely keeping you standing. Without him, you were crumbling.

Determined to get you just there, Bucky pressed the tip of the knife to your lower stomach. It didn’t do any harm but the action was just thrilling enough that you couldn’t stop yourself. Your orgasm plunged through you as you let out screams full of Bucky’s name and incomprehensible moans.

Your boyfriend was chuckling lowly watching you squirm under his touch. He threw the knife on the counter, fully gripping your hip with his now free metal hand as his fingers and thumb continued working you through the pleasure.

"Please, Bucky — " you groaned, "Too — Too much."

He gave a couple of last pumps, letting your wetness totally coat him, before removing his hand from your pants. You nearly fell forward but Bucky was quick to grab you. As you caught your breath, he went back to planting sweet kisses along your neck.

"That’s it, doll," he mumbled against your skin. "So good for me. So dirty, baby. Getting turned on from my knife…" He let out breathy laughs as you pulled yourself out of your dazed, orgasmic state.

"Don’t-," you chuckled, shaking your head. You were finally thinking clearly again, almost embarrassed by how far you had succumbed to him. All because of a fucking knife.

"Don’t what?" His hands left your body, allowing you to readjust to your regular standing position. As if nothing happened, you turned back to the food still cooking away — luckily not burned. But Bucky wasn’t quick to leave this alone. "Don’t talk about how my girl has a knife kink?"

You gasped, "Bucky!" You shot him a look as he went back to leaning against the counter. His arms were folded, looking so cocky and proud now. That flirty grin was playing his lips as his eyes raked over you, shamelessly. You could still see his erection poking through his pants but you opted to ignore it, turning back to the food. He wasn’t getting anything now if he was going to tease you about what had just happened.

"Why didn’t you tell me, doll?" Bucky finally asked, sounding much nicer.

You refused to look at him again. Your eyes were set on the sautéed vegetables. "It’s just… I don’t know. Figured you’d find it weird or something."

Bucky sighed. A metal hand came to your arm, rubbing gently. "Never think that, honey. I love exploring this stuff with you. I gotta know what my girl likes if I wanna keep her happy, right?" You could tell he was smiling widely at you. His words were making you blush uncontrollably.

You nodded, "I’ll try to remember that."

"Good," Bucky said as he came up behind you again. The motion too familiar from just seconds ago. "Now… Is there any other things that you like I should know about?"

A shiver went down your spine. You glanced at the metal hand laying softly on your hip. "I do wonder about your arm."

"My arm?"

"Mhm," you confirmed. "I wonder if it vibrates."

Bucky let out the wildest, deepest groan. "You’re going to be the death of me."

#bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #smut #marvel one shot #marvel fanfiction #marvel #mcu #mcu fic #writing* #one shot

[h0neypjm]

Just for practice | kth

↳ Summary: “I think we should normalise giving head to your friends as practice.”

↳ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader, slight Hoseok x reader

↳ Genre: Smut, pwp, some plot i guess, best friend! Taehyung

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Word count: 5.3k

↳ Warnings: swearing, lip biting, hickies, oral (both female and male receiving), rough blowjobs, spanking, fingering, squirting, big dick! Tae, possessiveness/jealousy, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap pls), dom/sub themes, Taehyung calls reader lots of pet names (sweetheart, darling, good girl), degradation, biting, slight cockwarming

↳ a/n: I’ve been having major writer’s block while writing confident :( however, i saw this tweet which prompted this lil oneshot hope you enjoy

Jung Hoseok [ 2:15 PM ]

Am I gonna see you at Seokjin’s tomorrow?

You [ 2:16 PM ]

I’ll be there :)

Jung Hoseok [ 2:18 PM ]

You’re not gonna run away from me this time, right?

You [ 2:20 PM ]

No of course not haha

Jung Hoseok [ 2:21 PM ]

Is that a promise princess?

A sigh flies out of your mouth like wind through a window and you’re shucking off your glasses in an instant. Hoseok’s texts bringing back a flurry of memories that you wish to forget.

“Do you need help with your essay again?”

Your eyes are strained when they try to focus on Taehyung, your shoulders shrug in defeat. “No, I’m fine. It’s just-”

Taehyung knows immediately, he is your best friend after all. “Let me guess, It’s Hoseok isn’t it?” 

You slump in your seat while a pout is cutely drawn onto your face, you nod with dismay. “I really like him Tae, and every time we see each other, It’s like the universe has it out for me and tries to make sure I embarrass myself in front of him.”

Taehyung shuts his laptop because he knows there's no use in trying to write an essay while you speak about your utterly tragic love life. He thinks about your situation for a minute before he speaks.

“Yes, you might’ve spilled your beer on him and accidentally punched him in the eye, more than once. But, if he’s still texting you he’s obviously still into you. It’s a good sign sweetheart.” Taehyung pats your hand across the coffee table, a comforting smile adorning his handsome face.

Taehyung doesn’t know the full extent of your problem and the more you think about it the more embarrassing it becomes. So you smile back at him uttering a small thank you before turning back to your laptop.

Taehyung raises a brow, “wait, wait, hang on, something is still bothering you.” 

You frown, “it’s embarrassing.”

Taehyung shuffles around the corner of the coffee table as if you’re about to tell him a secret, though it’s just the two of you in his small apartment. “Just tell me, it can’t be that bad.”

“Taehyung it is that bad.” You tilt your head at him, pulling up the sleeves of your sweater around your tiny fists. “You’re gonna laugh at me.”

Taehyung feigns shock at your words, his hands placed on his heart for dramatic effect. “I would never laugh, and frankly I’m offended you think that low of me.” 

You roll your eyes, turning your body more towards him, deciding it wouldn't hurt letting Taehyung know the thoughts plaguing your mind. “Well, you know how Hoseok and I have been kind of flirty lately, right?” He nods in understanding. 

“I can tell he wants more than that, you know? His touches are small but I know exactly what he’s suggesting, and don’t get me wrong, the feeling is completely mutual because trust me I want that too. Really bad.” 

Taehyung hums, interrupting your soon-to-be graphic rambling. “I totally get it Y/N. Now let’s stop beating around the bush so I can help you.”

If Taehyung were a girl, this would be so much easier. You curse your eight-year-old self who just had to become friends with a boy because God, how do you even start?

Taehyung is a patient man, always giving you space before helping you but, in this situation, you feel it’s best to just rip the band-aid off. Taehyung if you can read my mind, please don’t laugh at me.

“I’venevergivensomeoneablowjob.”

You speak so suddenly, Taehyung’s not so sure he heard you correctly. “Huh?”

“Goddammit Tae”, you rub and your temples and avoid his stare. “I’ve never given someone a blowjob!”

His eyes are wide. “Oh” 

You hide your face into the table while your body internally cringes. At least he didn’t laugh. “See! You do think it’s bad.”

“I’m just surprised to be honest”, he reassures, leaning back onto his palms, strong brows pulled together in thought. “Shit Y/N, have you really never sucked a dick before?”

Sure, you’ve had sex many times (most of which have been extremely disappointing) but, it seems that most of your hookups want to get straight into fucking. No foreplay, no nothing. Just unseasoned, pleasureless fucking.

A groan rumbles out of your throat, “It just never happened! They were all about that hump and dump lifestyle I guess.”

Taehyung is utterly baffled at your statement. In Taehyung’s books, It is compulsory to treat every women like a queen. Preparing and edging them the perfect amount of times to see them crumble so sensually by his very doing. To Taehyung, seeing a woman cry out his name from experiencing the most explosive, leg-shaking orgasm was always his favourite part.

This is why Taehyung is absolutely shattered for you. “So, you’re also telling me no one has ever eaten you out?” You miserably nod, “that’s actually fucking evil!”

His words do not ease you one bit as you throw your head onto the seat behind you. “The way you say it makes me feel even worse. This is the sole reason why I run away from Hoseok and make a fool out of myself.”

Taehyung doesn’t say anything, the air floating around carrying an awkward silence. You don’t really care and you don’t expect Taehyung to think of a solution. Plus, you’re already embarrassed enough.

You might as well leave and ask one of your girlfriends for help, maybe finish your essay while you’re at it. You sigh, shutting your laptop and stacking your books together. 

However, the next sentence that flies out of Taehyung’s mouth makes you stop dead in your tracks.

“I think I’ve figured out how I can help you.”

Wiggling back into a comfortable seating position, you lean into Taehyung with interest. “And how might you help me, dear Taehyung?”

He eyes you nervously, his fingers fiddling with his chunky rings, “You trust me, right?”

You smile, “yeah, of course, you’re my best friend Tae.”

An exhale puffs out of his mouth. “Why not practice on me?”

You almost choke on your spit. You definitely did not expect him to say that. “Could you repeat that please?”

A new glint of mischief sparkles in his eye. “Why not let me teach you how to give Hoseok the blowjob of his life and in return, I’ll eat you out”

Your brain is having a meltdown. 

“You’re fucking crazy”, you wail. “You actually want me to suck your dick?”

He brings his hands up in defence, “I think we should normalize giving head to your friends as practice, I don’t think it’s such a bad idea. Think about it, you get to learn and cum at the same time.”

You won’t lie to yourself, the proposal is tempting and in all honesty, Taehyung is hot as fuck. You will forever thank the Gods above for blessing you with the delicious sight that is your best friend. However, the proposition puts you in an odd spot.

Apprehensive about your thoughts, you state your unease, “I-I don’t know Taehyung, don’t you think this might ruin our friendship?” An exhale, “have you seriously thought of me that way?”

Taehyung chuckles, it’s deep and totally unexpected to your question. “Sweetheart, there are many things that go on inside my head involving you. And to answer your question, they’re not completely innocent.”

A startled gasp is ripped from your throat and your stomach flutters with a dangerous mix of nervousness, thrill and dare you say arousal.

Never in your life would you have imagined Kim Taehyung, your best friend since grade school, seeing you in such an inviting way. To make matters worse, It was intimidating to think about his fair share of experience and the long line of women backing up the fact that Taehyung was indeed some sort of sex demon.

Of course, you felt the same way. How could you not! The man was practically an incarnation of a Greek God. Broad sturdy shoulders that sat atop thick muscular thighs, and how could you forget his gorgeous fingers.

You’d die before you admit it, but there have been many nights where you have found yourself thinking about what his pretty long fingers could do to you. Those nights always ended with a mess of your sheets and a wetness between your thighs. It was your dirty little secret, however, it seems Taehyung also had some of his own.

His sharp eyes storm with darkness when he speaks, “don’t lie Y/N, I know you’ve had some dirty thoughts about me up in that pretty little head of yours.”

Pink blossoms over your cheeks like wildfire because he’s so terrifyingly right. “I don’t even need to touch you sometimes, one look and you’re a goner.” You gulp. “Look at you right now.” His gaze drops down to your thighs. “All my talking making you so needy, you need to clench your thighs to keep it together.”

He smiles, though it’s not his usual boxy, boyish smile. It’s dangerous and seductive almost smirking and shit when did he get so close to you? Your breathing is erratic and you have no idea how you could be so anxious yet so amorous at the same time. 

Your heart beats rapidly in your ears. “This is just for practice, right?”

Taehyung curses under his breath, “just for practice sweetheart.”

You don’t get to respond.

His lips are hesitant at first when they meet yours, yet his hands say the opposite. They start at your waist and tickle their way down to your stiff hands. Ever so gently, he pries them open, intertwining his long fingers with yours, and God, did his hands feel so right.

Your nerves dissipate slowly but surely as you allow him to explore your mouth with his skilful tongue. 

Much to Taehyung’s dismay, he finds you releasing your fingers from his own. Your hands flying to the nape of his neck, ultimately bringing him closer to you, deepening the kiss. Taehyung moans in delight when you tug at his long curls, you bite his lip in reply while lust paints your vision and dampens your panties.

Taehyung never knew he would miss the feeling of your lips against his when he painfully pushes himself away to situate himself comfortably on the couch. It was time for the lesson to begin.

You pout at the distance, trying to wiggle close until he motions for you to get into a particular position. Your insides swell with eagerness.

His voice is sweet and his hands are delicate when he tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear. “Get down on your knees for me sweetheart.” You obey immediately. He smirks at your sinking form. “Good girl.”

You swear right then and there your pussy had gained a working heartbeat at his words. The unfamiliar pulse thumping as if it were trying to break loose from the constraints of your sweatpants.

Your eyes are big and expectant, slowly drinking up the sight of Taehyung’s delicious figure seated above you. He sits on the couch like it’s his throne, legs spread to accompany your kneeling figure, and dominating stare pinning you down. A shiver runs down your spine.

“Wh-what do I do now?” You utter, making it known to Taehyung that he is in charge. He is in control.

Taehyung cocks his head to the side, using a decorated pointer finger to hither your hands towards him. Hesitantly, you raise both hands, lightly placing them down on his thighs.

A click of his tongue makes its way to your ears and you know you’ve already made your first mistake. Taehyung’s brows furrow, it’s obvious you need to make the next move but your brain is fuzzy and flustered. 

He sighs at your confused silence, bringing your small hands onto his belt. Oh, you know what you’re supposed to do now.  

“I thought you were smarter than this, how else are you meant to get my dick out, hmm?” The blush across your cheeks has definitely spread profusely from his teasing. Its once peachy pink tone deepening into an embarrassing cherry red.

The buckle of his belt jingles under your fingertips as you nervously undo them. You’re apparently too slow for his liking, Taehyung finishing the job by pulling his belt off his pants, leaving you to stare down at the large bulge covered by the fabric of his tight jeans. You thought you had your nerves under control but the way your hands start to shake is an indication that this is real. You’re really about to suck your best friend off.

Ever the observant friend, Taehyung is quick to notice the slight shake in your fingers. “Wait, stop.”

You do as he says, quickly settling your palms back on the thickness of his covered thighs. “Are you sure you want to do this? your hands are shaking sweetheart.” His voice is laced with concern, a total switch to his previous words.

Clearing your throat you reply, “oh, no, no I’m fine.” You lock eyes. “I just want to make sure I’m doing good so I can be good for him.”

Possessiveness flares within Taehyung’s chest and he has no idea why. Although he doesn’t let it show, he can’t help the swell of his ego at the knowledge that he’s the first to get you like this. Not Hoseok. Him.

So, he grins his wide boxy grin, dragging a finger down your warm cheek. “Don’t worry darling, you’re in great hands”

The commanding smirk etched onto his lips sparks a surge of confidence through your veins, begging you to finally touch him.

With a tug of your small hands, Taehyung’s constricting jeans are pried off the taut muscle of his thighs and are left to pool around his ankles. The excitement of finally being able to suck dick coursing through your body like lighting, and just like his jeans, Taehyung’s boxers are off in a second.

His cock springs, tall, hard and proud. Your jaw drops, Taehyung chuckles at your reaction. You feel an ooze of wetness pooling in your panties.

His size is nothing you’ve seen before, thick and girthy with an impressive length to match. You wince at the thought of fitting him down your throat.

The cold metal of his rings against your hands brings your attention to Taehyung’s handsome face. Without breaking any eye contact, he wordlessly wraps your hands around the thickness of his cock.

It’s warm and swells in your palm, your two dainty hands stacked on top of each other. Fingers trying so hard to wrap themselves around the sheer girth of his cock.

You’re not dumb, you know what comes next. With a sharp inhale you begin to stroke up his length, paying close attention to his facial expression to get an idea of how well you’re doing

Taehyung’s head tilts to get a better view at your hands, “grip it tighter for me… yeah fuck that’s it.”

His praise boasts you on, holding tighter onto his cock and gathering the slick of his pre-cum with a twist of your wrist. Your eyes remain focused on the way the skin moves with your hands and the way his tip glistens with arousal. You want to lick it.

“When you’re ready you can put your mouth- Ahh shit Y/N!”

He didn’t need to finish his sentence when you’re already so eager to have him in your mouth. You do what you think would feel best, sucking on the head of his cock like a sweet ice lolly on a hot summer's day. Your tongue tracing the thick circumference before dipping into his slit.

A light groan falls from his mouth as he watches you lap at the remaining pre-cum that glistens in the afternoon light. Taehyung almost forgets why he’s here, lost in your plump lips wet with saliva.

Right, he’s here to teach you how to give a blowjob. “Try and take my whole length in darling.” 

You nod, taking a deep breath, your mouth opening wider to take him in as far as you can. You try to keep your throat relaxed taking him inch by inch.

“That's a good girl”, he praises, “you’re doing so well for me.” 

Your knees squeeze together, acting to relieve some pressure on your aching heat. It had truly been a while since you got some serious action.

Surprisingly you’re able to make your way to the hilt of his cock, a choked gag sputtering from your lips.

A few strands of hair fall in your face, blocking your eyes in the process. Swiftly, Taehyung brushes the hair from your eyes while simultaneously lifting your head off of his cock. 

You release him with a satisfying pop, your eyes wide and makeup a little smudged. Taehyung coaches you through the next steps. “I want you to try and do that again, but when you come back up, lick the length of my cock and look at me while you do it.”

Humming in acknowledgment you grip the base of his cock before pausing. “Isn’t this what you like though? What if Hoseok likes to be touched in a different way?”

An unintentional growl bubbles out of his mouth. Oh how he wished he could take your mind off Hoseok and have you screaming his name, thinking about him instead.

He pushes down his discontentment with the other man on your mind, “men are simple creatures Y/N, just making out sometimes can get them going. And judging by the way you’re sucking my cock right now, I’m sure Hoseok will be crazy for you.”

As Taehyung explains the ins and outs of a man’s brain, you don’t make an effort to stop the teasing of his cock. His words sound slurred, they go in one ear and out the other, and besides the delicious length in front of you is much more fascinating.

For the time being you stare up at him, your eyes wide feigning interest in his words, all while you grip his cock in one hand and continuously lap at his tip with a kitten-like flick of your tongue. 

Taehyung finally realises that you’ve stopped listening when he feels the small yet downright sensual pleasure shooting through his cock. He grunts, pushing your hair back once again, “fuck, that’s hot. You’re so fucking good.”

His preoccupied hand squeezes the pillows beside him, the veins of his hands popping out. You do what he taught you, seductive eyes laser focused on him while your wicked tongue leaves a hot trail up the prominent vein on his dick.

“Shit Y/N you’re doing so well-”

You release him from your mouth disrupting his sentence, “can you fuck my throat?”

Taehyung swears his whole body just convulsed at your request. He looks away just so he can contain himself because holy shit.

Obviously Taehyung has thought about you being in this position, saying those words. Yet, no matter how many times he fantasizes this scenario, nothing would ever prepare him for those words to actually come out of your mouth with the most bewitching grin plastered on your pretty face.

He stutters, “I- no, I don’t know if you can take it darling.”

You grip his thighs, pout forming on those dangerous lips of yours, “please Tae, I want it. Want you to use me.”

Taehyung pushes the curls of his bangs away, a hiss steaming from his lips. “Alright, but if you feel any discomfort pinch my thigh, okay sweetheart?”

You’re impatient, “yeah, yeah, I can take your monster dick.” You place a small kiss on his thigh, “do your worst.”

His movements are all too fast, all too sudden. His fingers securing a death-grip on the mess of your hair before holding his cock up to your mouth. “You asked for it darling.”

Your mouth automatically widens, welcoming the rough intrusion of his cock as it slides all the way down your throat. A lewd gag fills the room.

A dark cloud of lust of dominance fogs Taehyung’s vision, his biceps flexing when he brings your head up and down his thick velvety length.

The room resounds with the filthy wet noises of your saliva covered lips pumping repeatedly. Taehyung breathes heavily through his nose, tilting his head against the cushions behind him. He keeps his hips still, yanking your hair at an obscene pace. A slew of curses and moans fly out into the air as he revels at the complete state of ecstasy you’ve put him under.

The heat of his member burns the back of your throat but you fucking love it. You open your teary eyes, gazing at his chiseled jaw and the way he shivers and groans above you. It only spurs you on when he glances back down, meeting your mascara ruined eyes.

It’s like a knee-jerk reaction. Taehyung harshly pushes your head all the way to the base of his cock. Your face is met with his abdomen, the hairs of his happy trail tickling your nose.

He leaves you there, and the burn in your throat rises, leaving you gagging, your throat tightening around him.

Taehyung believes after this he could never get the image of your messy docile eyes and tarnished lips out of his brain. He feels your throat constrict, “sh-shit, fuck Y/N, breathe through your nose.” You inhale. “That’s my good girl.”

He releases you from his member only to push your lips back onto him, going back to his beastly pace. “You look so fucking pathetic, you think Hoseok wants a messy girl like you?”

You gurgle around him, tears freely falling down your cheeks as you try to shake your head no. He only mumbles out a groan, his cock abruptly pulsing under your tongue like a steady heartbeat.

It's all too sudden when he releases your head off his length, a glob of drool dripping down your chin and onto your shirt. 

“Fuck sorry I was about to cum.”

Although your heart swells with pride you wonder, “why didn’t you?”

He runs a hand through his messy locks, “the purpose of this was to teach you, don’t you still want to practice?”

You’re smug with your answer, “I think I’ve got the hang of it now.”

He swipes a finger under your tear stained eyes, “getting cocky now are we.” 

You were cocky indeed, “well I did get you shaking under my touch didn’t I?”

He rolls his eyes, “get up you brat, I’m gonna show you what you’ve been missing out on.”

Fucking finally.

You won’t lie, you were probably most excited to finally know what it feels like to receive head. Your mind is still fuzzy from Taehyung’s rough ministrations as you slowly get up. You wobble slightly and Taehyung is quick to stabilize you with two strong arms holding the curve of your hips in place.

With his arms already around you he pushes you towards the couch, kicking his jeans off in the process.

Back flat against his plush couch you’re already stripping off your sweatpants and panties together in one. “My, my aren’t you eager”, he teases, a glint of shamelessness twinkling in his brown orbs when he drinks up the plushness of your thighs leading to your dripping cunt.

Holding your knees in the palm on his hands, he spreads them open to reveal the glossy folds on your heat. He kisses his teeth, satisfaction and hunger clear on his face. “Fuck, isn’t this a pretty sight.”

His words bring back a blush on your cheeks, you pull him forward, your lips inches away from his own. “Shut up please.”

And he shuts you up real good. Smashing your lips to his, he envelopes you into a feverish kiss, your tongues dancing the devil's tango.

His hands are adventurous, feeling the mounds of your breasts over your shirt. “Why the fuck isn’t your shirt off yet huh?” He tuts, pulling on the cotton fabric.

“I want yours off too.” You cutely mumble tugging at the hem of his shirt, to which he complies, tugging it off in one fluid motion. 

You peel your baggy shirt off just in time to see Taehyung's arm flex as he takes his very own shirt off. “Have you been working out? My God Tae, you're as big as Joon.”

He inwardly smirks because yeah he’s been working out and it's clearly paying off. He doesn’t want to show his glee however, “can we not talk about other men when I’m about to eat you out.”

You chuckle, eyes trailing down his buff arms to his v-line that leads to his dick like an arrow directing you to his treasure. You bite your lip, unclipping your lace bralette, “sure, sure, let’s get the show on the road.”

It’s Taehyung turn to drink up the sight of your body. “Fuck, always imagined what these tits looked like under all those tight clothes you wear.”

He’s really feeding into your praise kink. “Well, were they what you expected?”

He sucks on one immediately and you arch your back at the unexpected pleasure. “Even better”, he squeezes them in his palms, “they’re fucking gorgeous.”

He sucks a deep hickey under your left breast, leaving you whimpering with a hand tangled in his hair. “Always imagined what you sounded like moaning for me.”

You can’t reply, his touches burning through your skin. He kisses down your sternum to your stomach until he’s hovering above your aching clit, a tantalising grin on his face before he’s diving in.

“Fuck!” You wail at the unfamiliar yet mesmerising feelings. His tongue is stiff and pointed, flicking quickly up and down your bundle of nerves. 

The grip you have on his hair is deathly but it's the only thing in your reach that can ground you. He licks a long stripe down your sopping slit, keeping his sharp eyes on you the whole time.

“F-feels so fucking good Tae!” You almost scream. He cups his lips around your swollen nub sucking on it with a shit-eating grin on his face.

You’re too dazed to comment on it, reeling in the new pleasures you’re experiencing. You stare down at him, your eyes half opened and so close to rolling to the back of your head.

However, they almost completely open wide at the sight presented before you. With two long fingers, Taehyung is shoving them in his mouth, soaking them with his spit before rubbing them onto your sensitive folds.

You beg. “Put them inside.. Please.” Taehyung doesn’t make a sound only kissing your clit as he plunges his ring decorated fingers into you.

You’re so wet his fingers slide into you with ease. He groans at the sensation, his view focused on the way your cunt greedily sucks him in.

“Look at you, getting my rings all dirty you filthy girl”, he scolds watching the way your essence drips into the crevices of his intricate jewellery. 

Taehyung increases the pace of his long fingers, finger fucking you into euphoria. He doesn’t stop there, his lips returning to your desperate clit in a wet mess of your juices and his saliva.

You can feel your orgasm bubbling in your stomach. It's hot and feels so unlike any other upcoming orgasm you’ve experienced. His fingers curl inside of you, his palm slapping your folds with his rapid pace and his lips don’t give any sign of stopping.

“Taehyung- Tae, I’m cumming!” You really scream this time, your orgasm taking control over your body like a demon. 

You swear your eyes black out, your body shaking, a warmth gushing out of your cunt as it spazzes out.

Your chest heaves and you blink, feeling a damp pool around you. Oh God, Did you piss yourself?

“Holy fuck Y/N, I can’t believe you just did that.”

You sit up, embarrassed, an apology falling from your lips.

“You just squirted on me.”

You’re flushed, “I- what?”

Taehyung almost looks akin to a wolf hunting down his prey. “That was the hottest fucking experience of my life, holy shit I’m so hard.”

Well at least you didn’t pee on his couch. There’s a surge of overwhelming need for his cock to be inside of you. You’ve never felt this way before, it’s scary but so is this whole experience. It’s definitely one for the books.

Getting up on your knees you hold onto his shoulders, Taehyung raises a brow. “Fuck, I need to ride you, can I ride you?”

You think you just saw his dick twitch at your words. He grins, “just for practice?”

Your smile is sickly sweet, “of course, just for practice.”

His arms are strong when he shuffles into a seated position all while holding your hips above his awaiting cock.

He pauses, a flash of his normal self resurfacing. “You’re on the pill yeah?”

You peck his lips, “yes, now stuff me full.”

That’s all the confirmation he needs before he’s sinking you down onto his length. 

You both let out moans of pleasure at the feeling of being complete. The stretch hurts so bad but hurts so good. He fills you up so well it has you speechless, the air trapped inside your lungs refusing to be released until your walls are comfortable around his impressive girth.

Mumbling a soft curse, you swivel your hips in slow circles, getting used to his large size. Taehyung watches you, hunger written on his face as he licks his lips and examines the way you fit so perfectly on his lap.

You test the waters, holding onto his shoulders for support. You lift your hips and settle back onto his lap. He groans at the wet squelch it makes and slaps your ass, grabbing it in his hand to squeeze it.

You pick up the speed, pumping up and down, whimpering at how well he fills you up. You keep your gaze trained on the image of his dick disappearing in your heat and pulling out with a wet sheen.

Taehyung tucks a finger under your chin, bringing you close to his face to push his soft lips onto yours once again.

It’s weird to say, but you don’t think you can get tired of kissing your best friend. He knows exactly what you want and knows exactly how to make your head spin.

With his large hands of yours, you pick up the pace, slamming your ass onto his hips. You leave his lips, kissing the side of jaw and suckling a few lovebites behind his ear.

His voice is deep and sultry, “fuck yeah, that’s it.” You wail in his hold, pushing yourself to meet his thrusts below. Your thighs burn but the pleasure burns so much hotter.

You feel your second orgasm of the night rising within you and can tell Taehyung is close too. Taehyung assists you, using his thighs to push up into you. Your juices drip down onto his pelvis and both of your breaths get heavier.

His thrusts are fast and rough, creating loud slapping noises that echo around his empty apartment. He grunts, folding his head into the crook of your neck. He’s about to cum and so are you.

With one final gasp your release hits you like a truck. Your thigh shakes in his lap and Taehyung bites at the delicate skin of your neck. His warm seed shoots inside of you, eliciting a small sigh from your lips.

Taehyung releases his hold to lean back onto the couch. He keeps his softening cock inside of you, lazily staring at your fucked out expression.

You play with his rings, “well, how did I do?”

The shit-eating grin is back. “Hmmm, I think you may need more practice.”

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