#i lost track lemme cut it here

[cryptofadventure]

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Ok so I'm a persona fan yeah?

I got into the series when 5 came out so naturally I played that first right????

....

How come I felt so fucking cheated when I played through Persona 4?

P4 has a better story, better humor execution, better relationships, better suspense, just better everything save for aesthetics (bc the concept of mysterious thieves and the use of symbolism got me in a chokehold). Dude I'm sorry but as much as I love the Phantom thieves their friendships weren't nearly as close as the Investigation Team and there were times where they were downright malicious to each other (and by that I usually mean Atlus trying to be """funny"" and shit on Ryuji in an uncalled for manner while Morgana is allowed to be a fucking massive creep).

Morgana is fucking disgusting and completely unlikeable and you cannot change my mind, Shido was a hallow villian that pales in comparison to Adachi, they fucked up how cool Akechi's character COULD HAVE BEEN for making him snitch on himself so fucking fast, Okumura's palace was complete dog shit, and Haru was completely robbed of a character from Mona having his little piss fit that literally added nothing to the story but a headache.

Teddie was so fucking loveable and silly I literally cannot understand why people hated him. Dude his ''''weird behavior''' he learned from Yosuke and Yukiko specifically and several of the first dungeons were promiscuous and this mfer has NEVER talked to another person before you expect him NOT to pick up on what he sees his friends doing??? And he never soley went after the girls he did this to EVERYBODY no one was safe from his weird flirting and that's what made it funny vs Mona who literally sexually harrasses a sexual harassment victim at any given moment that's supposed to be his friend and acts like a incel constantly. Him being the 'being of hope' and being this fucking disgusting and selfish is fucking laughable. Fuck that cat.

But moving on since I can literally complain about Mona's character for hours; Shido is weak as fuck. Bro Adachi had LAYERS like an onion bro. He was just a everyday guy and that's what made it fucked up; ANYONE could have fallen down that road. A perfect example is Yosuke; a kid down on his luck, treated like shit no matter how hard he tries, and is consumed by boredom. Had Yosuke's parents not loved him and had ne not met his friends he could have became an Adachi himself. Adachi does a good job at making you feel bad...to a degree. Like bro it sucks your parents didn't give a shit about you, it sucks you made a tiny mistake and got shipped out to the middle of nowhere, and it sucks your love life is non-existent but you ain't had to kill anybody lmao. Also you like him once he pulls the chad move of 'oh man is THAT what i used to sound like??? You're cringe, kill yourself.' to a actual god WHILE it's beating his ass.

In addition I'm so ass mad they removed the cut scenes that gave the Will Seeds has so much more story purpose. I think it's extremely important to see how the villians get to the way they are bc no one is just born fucking evil. They were all just normal people at some point that started tumbling down the wrong road. One I can easily talk about is Kaneshiro. Where I live, gang activity is rampant; you don't just choose that lifestyle. It's a lifestyle your pressured into, or you feel you have no choice, or you are influenced by your media/friends/family. It's hardly ever something you want to do (instagram mfers with guns and drugs that say they're about that life aren't. it's a front to look cool they'd die here in seconds). He was pushed around in a low income neighborhood presumably by other gangsters and he had no choice but to fall inline and when you see YOUR opportunity to be the big dog you take it because it's a dog eat dog world..but that still don't make you a sad beanie baby. You're still a monster for ruining other people's lives by repeating history.

Showing that would have made every villain so much stronger than what they are.

Having Akechi snitch on himself so fast and even without the pancake thing it was blaringly obvious he was a antagonist. How he hated them so passionately, even for his image, didn't make much for a surprise. Also going on about characters; Makoto's hate isn't deserved full stop. 'oH BuT She WantS To Be A pOlIce OffIcer She'S meAn TO TThe GrouP SHe'S a BoOtLiCkEr' shut the fuck up Stacey you on;t hate the police bc you think it's cool but if you were robbed you'd call for 911 before anyone else. Makoto's character was so painful; imagine you lose the parent you were so close to and never met the other and on top of that you have to watch your only sibling turn into a abusive, selfish monster that treats you like shit. And it doesn't stop there, because you're pressured to be the embodiment of the nerd emoji other students hate you and adults take advantage of you. Bro the principal literally went 'I'll destroy your college future if you don't figure out a case the police can't solve'. Bro WHAT.

Also Ryuji was done dirty, Kamoshida was also his villian not just Ann's. I don't care he was still assulted too; homie teased this kid about his drunk dad beating him in front of EVERYONE and broke his leg knowing FULL WELL he's not academically capable and can't go to college any other way that sports now he has to be uncertain about his future.

eh, where was I? I forgot. In short: Persona 4 handled everything better than 5 ever could and it makes me so sad bc 5 has such a good premise and aesthetic. It honestly makes me wanna re-write a good chunk of it and apply it to my P5 blog to satisfy the dweeb in me.

Oh bonus:

If you think Maruki is morally worse than Shido soley bc you're an Akechi simp I think your brain is smoother than a jar of fucking peanut butter and that you've the intelligence of a rock.

#ooc #i lost track lemme cut it here #Im sorry i love Persona but soemtimes it shits the bed hard

[renzieluvsvt]

imperfect love

pairing: ex!chan x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut

word count: 2k (got longer than i wanted-)

summary: after breaking up with your boyfriend because of misunderstandings, he shows up at your apartment after midnight leading to the night you had been missing.

warnings: parental issues, nipple sucking, spitting (on the palm tho), nicknames (like baby, babygirl, sweetheart etc), sex talk [if missed out anything then please lemme know !!]

a/n: tysm anon for this request !! i really really enjoyed writing this as i have always been into such plots👀

no proofread +if you really wanna enjoy the smut then good for yall ive made a distinguishable divider for the smut so hope y'all enjoy !! love yall<333

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it had been nine months since your breakup yet you couldn't be used to the empty house after he moved out. as you were lost in your thoughts wondering what went wrong and made him quit, you were interrupted by a knock at the door that startled you. you looked up at the clock which read 02:36 am, you didn't have track of the time after you were reminiscing the good old days with your, well now, ex-lover. there was another, yet more desperate knock on the door but this time you heard your name being called out too. you ran to the door and opened it to just be welcomed by your ex-boyfriend, lee chan.

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the two of you had known each other since the middle school then started dating in the first year after he asked you out saying that he had been liking you for a year. things went pretty well. the both of you got into the same college which made the both of you to decide to share an apartment that would help you both in many ways from rent to spending more time with each other. it was like a dream to have a person like him as your boyfriend, so loving, so caring&funny and so hot especially in bed.

the both of you would study together after the classes and fuck each other at night. it went on for about the first two years of uni. the both of you were living the best life but thats what you thought. in the third year, you started changing. probably due to the stress of studies because of how tough it was getting. chan was born as a sports genius. he was into sports, never attended much of the classes and barely studied. but luckily he used to pass the examinations, not with the best marks but good enough to not make him fail. but here you were being studious to reach the dreams that you had for yourself. acing every exam was your goal.

as studies got harder, the late night fucking sessions with your roomie boyfriend turned into late night study sessions. the romantic dates were getting lesser month by month and thats when the both of you had an argument about how he got less attention and how he wasnt understanding the importance of exams to you. thats when you broke up with him and his ego packing his bag to leave the apartment you had found for the two of you.

the both of you finished the third year your uni. it was now the final year and you had been busy preparing for it. studying after break up was hard and paying attention to his sports was hard for him too. but you let things go with flow to the direction where you guys wont be together, ever by never approaching him and never letting him approach you until now.

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as you opened the door, he smiled after seeing your face after such a long time. "y/-", he called you name again under his breath before you cut him off.

"why are you here?" his smile disappeared after listening to the tone of yours. "why are you really here cha-"

"i missed you y/n, please get back to me y/n", he said with a crack in his voice. but you didn't care about it. you scoffed at his words before you said, "why? is it because you want to get back into the apartment?"

chan was confused with the words that you were shooting at him directly, too harshly. he frowned back at you with confusion as his eyes were welled up wity tears as he couldn't understand what made you turn into such a person.

"why are you really here chan? why are you creating such a n-nuisance at such an unholy hour?", you said with not much feelings but bitterness that was there in your heart. he kept on staring at you with tears, patiently listening to the shot you were blabbering until you pressed his button. you scoffed again and continued your sentence, "or is it because you just want sex from me?"

that was when it was enough for chan. he pushed you into your apartment, making you yelp. he locked the door as you continued to look at his back.

"y/n? what the fuck is wrong with you? are you even aware of what you are saying? did you even think before you spoke those wor-", he yelled at you while tears running down his face. before you cut him off again. "YESS CHAN YESS", you stunned him.

"listen, give me this one last chance to clarify what i really meant that night", he begged with tears still running down his face. you wiped off the tears that were rolling down on your face. "sure then, try changing my mind", you said with a firm tone to act strong but from the inside, you were hoping it had a good reason for you to stop resenting him to make you feel like an object that he used just for his pleasure.

he sat down on one of the couches in the living room while you stayed there standing. he started off by telling how he had been facing parental issues after his parents decided to part their ways, making them fight over chan even more. after a month of his father winning the custody over him, he became a drunkard and neglected his duty as the father. to the point where he refused to pay for his uni fees and his soccer training fees, making him look for part time.

you were stunned listening to this part of his life. you couldn't believe how much he had been going through.

when you asked him why he never told you about this, he simply said that he didn't want to bother you as you were pressured about the exams already. you cried to his words as it made sense.

you realised how occupied you were to fulfil your dreams and greed to ace every exam that you completely neglected your boyfriend. the worse, you misunderstood the man who had been worrying and caring about you. the resentment for chan vanished but was replaced by the hatred for yourself.

out of guilt and regret, you stand there crying vocally. chan stood and tried to calm you down as you kept on apologising to him, voice muffled by the hands that were covering your face. "im so sorry c-chan, im soo sorry chan", you kept on repeating even after he hugged you tight, your head on his chest.

"its okay y/n, i shouldn't have acted in that way that ni-" "no chan", you cut him off. this time you hugged him while on your toes to reach his height. "chan, im sorry for not paying attention to you. sorry for being too drawn in myself that i could never be that girlfriend you deserve", you said as you held him tight as if trying to make up for the time you both were apart, missing each other's confort and warmth.

"but listen", you said as you parted from the hug. you hesitated before saying that you had on you mind. "what is it dear?", he said in his sweet voice while cupping your face to make you look up at him. but you still had your eyes looking at the ground. "um channie", you continued. "hmm im here sweetheart", you hated the timing he was using these nicknames, making you really rethink what you were about to say. but you did.

"channie, i would understand if you want to still part your ways from me. i have been bad. never paid attention to you, even made you move out of our shared apartment at night and surely alot more. i will under-", before you could continue he stopped you with a kiss.

his broad hands cupping your face, deepening the kiss while his eyes are shut. soon you give in too, give into the passionate kiss that said alot even without the usage of words. you could still understand the love that existed between the two of you even after the things that happened.

he broke the kiss to look into your eyes, "y/n, i have loved you and will keep loving you. i cant even imagine myself without you. please dont even talk about something like this, okay?", he said with a smile. soon, his eyes kept on looking between your eyes and yours lips. this time you kissed him, desperately. you had been missing him, especially after the break up.

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he understood your body language and led you to your bedroom without breaking the kiss. he laid you down and within a second, all of your clothings were thrown around in the room while his body was over yours. kissing you, deep and hard while your hands ran through his hair deepening the kiss even more. the two of you couldn't get enough of each other. he soon broke the kiss to just have his lips latch over your neck, kissing it down. "mine, mine, mine", he said while marking your neck, while playing with your tits, while sucking on to it.

he kept on repeating until he went dangerously low, reaching your wet cunt. "mine", he said again but with a smirk this time as he locked his eyes with you. lord, you swore you could have come there itself. but you were in for a longer night.

he got onto his knees to bury his face into your pussy, drawing a gasp from you. you could feel him smile. he soon gave it a lick then started sucking onto your clit. "fuc- lord", you moaned as you arched your back in pleasure. he looked up at yoir figure that was enjoying what he was doing. he spread your legs wider and suck harder and soon started teasing your hole.

you fucking hated how you were so transparent about how good he made you feel. "baby let it out, tell me how you feel", he said. "fuck you chan, you are so good", you said. with a smirk he started off with his sinful acts to draw the most sinful sounds at an unholy hour.

you squeezed your tits and grabbed his hair as he ate you out, soon letting you come all over his face. you were a panting mess but you could feel two of long and slender fingers enter you with no mercy. "aah- om- fuck chan", you moaned, loud enough for y'all to have the neighbours here and complain but did you care about it? nope. who would and who could when your partner was making you live in heaven right now.

"you like that baby? did you miss my fingers fucking you like this?", he said with a dominating voice while scissoring out your tight pussy that hadn't been fucked by his thick cock since you dont know when. all you could reply with was a whimpering. "words babygirl", he said while slapping your pussy hard. "mm- yes i missed you so much chan! i missed getting fucked by you chan, ah-" he went on to finger fuck you even after you reached your high to help you come down from the heavy orgasm.

you saw him suck his fingers clean and brought his palm to your face. "spit", you did as he commanded. he brought his palm to rub his already leaking cock, making you clench on nothing. "be a good girl for me okay sweetheart?" you nodded in response. "words baby", he said hitting your sensitive clit with his hard thick cock. "mm yes channie, will take all of you. fuck me like you want channie, need you", you were literally a begging mess for the cock that had been fucking you the best.

he brought both his arms at each side of your head and kissed you on your forehead, "i missed you y/n." you kissed him on the lips in response. then his cock slowly entered you, making you whimper and enjoying the pleasure with your eyes shut. he watched you and your pussy taking him so well. after he entered you completely, he waited for you to adjust to it because he knew it too that he was big and thick enough to break aprat without any preparation. after you gave him a sign, he slowly started thrusting in you and soon he was fucking you senseless. the room being filled with the sex air, your moans, his groans and the sound of skins clapping.

"you missed this baby? my cock buried in your pussy? missed my cock fucking you this hard, huh?", he said many more things that you couldnt catch on because you were in your pleasure and focussing on reaching your high.

"fuck-", you screamed when you felt his fingers rub your hard clit. he loved watching you squirm under him. all for him. "chan- ah- fu- fuck", you came with a loud moan. not soon after he came undone.

but he stayed in you for a while more. the both of you smiled at each other sleepishly after the heavy orgasms you both had.

"i love you", you said. "i love you too and more", he said and kisses you on your lips. "now lets get you cleaned up baby", he said to which you protested by hugging him tight suffocating yourself from the heavy body over you. but you missed this. you missed chan.

"i'll treat you better channie, i love you", you said. no one could keep you two apart, not even the misunderstandings. you two were meant to stay together, forever.

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[claralouvette]

Quirkless! Single Mother X Keigo Takami/ Hawks

💝Proof reading Complete! (new phrases added!)

Synopsis💞

He was the Boss of an Agency. Hold on, lemme just reiterate that. He is your Boss and your his assistant.

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Info

💌Female Reader age: 24

💌Keigo Takami age: 25

Part 2 (complete) Masterlist

🧡He was the Boss of an Agency. Hold on, lemme just reiterate that. He is your Boss and your his assistant. When you first met, he expected you to Fangirl , but you didn't. He felt your extraordinary determination to work at this agency. Of course, this is one of the top agencies where you could get the best salary, so who wouldn't want to work here.

  🧡 On your First day, papers filled your table, the phone rang the whole room, and the email pings were everywhere. Hawks was testing you. Whether you are up for the job or not, it's a natural routine. I mean, last week, you were reeking of determination to have the job, and now, you must have the will power be a worthy person for the position.

Beginning the day, you started your task filled with doubt and unsureness, mediocre at best, quirkless, and clumsy. He was ready to fire you at the end of the day. Lunch break came, and you were exhausted. "Welp, Im grabbing lunch; good work!" he said as he flew off the balcony, leaving you alone in his office.

  🧡 Lunch break, alone in the office, you sat down at your desk and pulled out your small, relatively simple bento box. Proceeding to eat it in silence while scrolling through your phone. "I can do this. I'm gonna make her proud and make my family happy". You said, motivating yourself while staring at a picture of you and your daughter. The lunch break nears its end, and your ready to face the inevitable. Sure, you started off awkwardly. You were surprised that this agency accepted you despite the many more applicable fitting applicants. It reminded you of some schools where the entrance exams were easy as pie, but good luck getting out of the school with a diploma. This agency totally has that vibe.

Hanks returns just in Time to start working again. To Hawks's disbelief, He thought you were a different person because of how well you manage things, full of confidence and professionality. That my folks just made him intrigue to you more.

  🧡 Days and months go by. You are the most stern person he met, so strict on schedules and meetings that he thoughts you are his Boss now. You were just doing your job. Right now, he is running late for an interview. You told him to meet you at the front of his agency. Furious, you took the elevator back up to his office. Upon reaching the door, you knocked. "Hawks, you are late for an interview " No reply. You knocked, no response again. That's it, you opened the door, and he is night there..... dancing? No more bopping his head and listening to music via headphones. Feeling the vibration from his wings, he immediately looked towards the door. Seeing you, he realized his mistake immediately removed his headphones, faintly letting out a familiar tune, "Your late for an interview was all you just said, he chuckled. "Got lost track of time, I guess," he awkwardly said.

🧡The music he was listening to was your own song covers. When you discover that he listens to your cover, you internally panic. "You listen to that?" you asked. "Oh yeah, do you know her too? -"You cut him off by saying, "Her voice is too cringe" " Then let me hear you try." he said, smirking. Thankfully, He doesn't know it is you who runs that channel.

🧡 Time has passed, and your relationship with him took a more friendly turn, although you are still strict towards him, especially on his schedule. Aww, c'mon dove, you know the traffic can't stop me. I can Fly us there!" he tried to convince you. "Are you serious? Have you forgotten that I am quirkless??" you reasoned, clearly angered that no matter how many reminders he still forgot this damn meeting. "Of course not, but I promise you I won't drop a beautiful person like you," and that's it... "I'm not taking the risk. I'll just take the service there, cya." sad hawks stood alone in his office, disappointed that his move didn't work on you. He sighed before taking off" Oh, dove, you don't have to be that tough to reject me' and took off.

  🧡 When he learned that you have a daughter. He was devastated. He thought his chance of courting you was over. "Your joking, right?" he asked, trying to hide his heartbreak. You laughed in return, "I'm not joking, hawks. I had her when I was 19. Say hi to him, sweety" you said as your daughter went and introduced herself. "Hello, mister Hawks. My name is Yua; it's nice to meet you!!" "Show him your special skill, sweet pea." Hawks got intrigued when you told the child to show him something. "Will he not get mad?" she asked. "No darling, in fact, he would be happier" When you said that, she nodded and began to focus. Then 2 water-like wings sprouted From her back and amazement struck hawks face.

  🧡Ever since you introduced your daughter to Hawks, he wouldn't stop bugging you to bring her ever." DOVE!! Please get her here!" he begged. "Hawks, I will bring her here After her school," you said, trying to calm down, massaging your nose bridge. He seemed pleased with the reply, "And do your paperwork, please" you plead, and he agreed and played your cover songs on his office speakers. It became his work playlist, and you got used to hearing your voice, but to be honest it's kind of distracting.

  🧡 Finally, you could brought your daughter to the agency again. The Hawks can finally quit bugging you about it. "Alright, kid! excited for your flying lesson?" "Absolutely, mister hawks!" she said excitedly. "I hope I can fly like you though I don't know if water would help me to Fly," she said, dejected. "Be optimistic, kid anything can happen if you believe in it. Let's get to the balcony before your mom over there gets angry at me," he said, making the child giggle. He played his work songs and started the lesson. "Alright, kid, First things." "It is one of Mom's songs!" she said enthusiastically, 'What? He thought, confused."Okay, I'm ready for the lesson now, mister Hawks," she said, switching her Focus back to Hawks. An hour passed, and with much determination, your daughter was able to fly. Hawks felt like a proud dad, For real.

 "Mom! I can fly!" "Now, my sweet pea Im so proud!"

Hawks, Following behind, ready to tease you with a new found knowledge.

"and I Didn't know you could sing song bird." he started. "how come you never told me, that it was you I was listening to, hmm?" he said nearing close to you, from personal to intimate space. You blushing and a child giggling. Your gonna lecture your child later.

  🧡 A year has passed, the both of you got closer, and hawks heart Basically yearns for you. He is passionate about loving you now that he knows about your past relationships. A Jerk who promised the world to you and then left when he learned you were pregnant. He wished he was there for you, when you were dealing with pregnancy alone.

To him you aren't just his assistant now, he sees you as someone he can rely on and, you also have warmed up to him too, trusting him with your problems. He loves what you both have, a good relationship, seeing each other as equals, and he wanted more, his instincts saying more.

He is determined to earn your trust and your heart "one day" he whispered, siting on his office desk alone staring at a selfie of him, you with your daughter smiling genuinely, and somewhere on his mind he imagined a family with you.

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[cynosfunnyjokes]

kinktober day 5

ship: kazuha x gorou

theme: petplay

notes: i was a few hours late oops- was playing genshin with my friends and lost track of time. can’t say i’ve ever written/read anything for this theme but my friend requested it. all i can do is hope they aren’t disappointed lmao. MINORS DNI. 18+ CONTENT.

word count: 1077

kazuha couldn’t tell what was hotter at that moment. be it the sight of his boyfriend fucking himself off of his cock like a dog in heat, or the fact that he was whimpering while doing it. maybe it was both?

“good puppy-“ kazuha grunted, hands gripping harshly at gorou’s hips to help keep a steady rhythm.

well, as steady of a rhythm as he could seeing as the desperate whimpers tumbling from the shiba’s lips signaled that he was not looking for such a thing.

“kazu-“ gorou gasped out when he felt a tug on the chain that connected to the pretty collar looped around his marked neck.

the samurai shushed him, one hand twirling the leather of the leash around delicately bandaged fingers, the other still gripping at the other’s hip.

“w-wanna-“ the shiba’s words came out as incoherent sounds rather than comprehensible sentences- his moans and whimpers muffling everything.

“wanna what?” kazuha asked, blinking up at him through lust-filled eyes, “what does puppy want?”

“wanna c- ah…“ gorou’s words were once again cut off by a whimper when the other male teasingly thrusted up into him, hitting the spot deep within him that had his toes curling in delight.

“use your words.” kazuha lightly scolded, hand moving up to grip the general’s chin to force him to face him, “use that pretty mouth of yours like a good puppy.”

his scarlet eyes suddenly darkened, shrouded in lust, “i’ll have to muzzle you if you don’t. does the mutt need a muzzle?”

the words falling from the samurai’s lips sounded so unbearably hot, a muffled whine leaving gorou’s lips as he rutted against the other’s hips, taking his cock in deeper, “w-wanna… ngh- wanna cum!” he finally managed out, shiba tail wagging behind him.

kazuha cooed in response, “hmm..” he feigned thought, hands once again finding their home on his hips and toying with the leash.

“p-please! hah.. please!” gorou begged, hands pressed to the other’s chest. his blue eyes were wide and pleading, ears pinned back. but he knew better than to touch himself- he knew that only naughty puppies did that and he knew the punishment that followed if he did it.

“please what?” kazuha asked, almost sounding bored, “what do you want?”

“y-“ a moan tumbled from the shiba’s lips, hands itching to touch his painfully hard cock- but he didn’t, “want you!”

“but i’m right here.” his voice was teasing as he faked an innocent look, feigning confusion, “you’ve gotta be more specific than that.”

“archons!” gorou whimpered, teeth digging into his bottom lip, “please j-just- t-touch me! please!”

while kazuha would have loved to make him beg more, he figured that he would be nice, “you want me to touch you?” he cooed, smirking when he got a nod in response.

“but where? here?” the question was asked as he gave gorou’s leaking cock an experimental stroke; drawing a gasp followed by a string of pleas.

hand gingerly stroking the other’s cock, his thumb swiped over the head of it, smearing the precum beading there. his other hand was still on the shiba’s hips, aiding his movements as he continued to ride his cock.

“kazuha-“ gorou moaned, hands pressed to the mentioned male’s chest. he whimpered, hips rutting against the other’s as he neared his release.

a tug from the leash had him whimpering, now face to face with his lover, “yes?”

“‘m c-close-“ the shiba keened out, body shaking from the stimulation, “please- l-lemme cum-“

feigning thought for a moment, kazuha hummed, “puppy wants to come, hmm?” his hand already started to stroke faster, the other grasping onto the leash to tug gorou down so their faces were level.

giving nothing but a nod and a whimper in response, the shiba gave him a pleading look, small pants leaving him. his hip movements became sloppy as he got closer and closer to release- but he waited. he knew he had to wait.

“hmmm..” kazuha continued to tease him, not permitting him as he started to thrust his hips up, his own cock hitting the deepest parts in his lover that he knew would draw the hottest noises out.

“ngh- kazuha!” the shiba moaned, mouth falling open as he panted, “please- ‘m so close-“ tears beaded in his lower lash line as his eyes became glassy. the stimulation was becoming too much and it was getting harder and harder to hold it in.

it felt like ages before the samurai finally nodded his head, attaching his lips to the shiba’s neck, “go ahead.” he confirmed, kissing the skin not covered by the pretty collar, “you can cum.”

the feeling of kazuha’s hand moving faster and his cock hitting all of the right spots had gorou cumming hard not even a few moments later. a high-pitched whine left him as he came, thick white ropes of his cum coating kazuha’s chest and his own stomach.

“good puppy.” the samurai grunted, following not even a moment later. his teeth sank into the skin of his lover’s neck as he groaned, hips finally stopping as he panted softly.

gorou could feel the warmth of kazuha’s cum as it shot deep in him, a shiver running up his spine.

after being rewarded with a kiss, the shiba was settled down onto the soft bed as the samurai went to go get anything required to clean up- however, any plans of doing so were thrown right out the window as soon as he came back.

the sight of gorou laying on the bed with skin covered in countless bite marks and hickeys had kazuha’s cock hardening once again as he stared in awe. the collar that rested on the shiba’s neck was of the highest quality- and even with the price, he had no regrets about purchasing it.

“are you down for another round, puppy?” kazuha asked, already towering over his lover. he rested between his legs, hard cock rubbing against the other’s ass.

“for someone who isn’t a hybrid, you sure do have a high libido..” gorou murmured halfheartedly but nodded nonetheless.

“gorou?” the samurai murmured, blinking down at the shiba.

“yes?” a curious reply.

“i can and will muzzle you.” his scarlet eyes twinkled with mischief, but even gorou knew he wasn’t joking.

“…is it too late for you to do that?”

the look kazuha gave him was enough to tell him that he wouldn’t be able to walk for the following days.

#cynosfunnyjokes writes #cynosfunnyjokes #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction writer #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #kazuha #genshin kaedehara #kaedehara kazuha #gorou smut #kazuha smut #sub gorou #dom kazuha #genshin gorou #gorou #genshin kazuha #kazurou #kazuha x gorou #gorou x kazuha #kinktober #pet leash #collar #gorou is a bit needy but it’s okay #general gorou #bottom gorou #top kazuha #marking #biting

[rhiaemrys]

So, this year of f1 (which happens to be my first year but I've been attempting to do my research on other ones) seems to be shaping up to be filled with cardboard boxes of cars, especially for some people. This post is specifically for my memory/entertainment, and so I can use this as a reference when ranting to irls. That being said, I'm going to attempt to summarize as many of the Australian gp 2024 car failures/iconic moments/general large moments as I can remember because this is wild to me:

(Please feel free to add more. I live for the fun race moments. Also, I apologize if I missquote anything, Im trying to type as the race occurs)

1. Long before the race even began, Alex Albon wrecked his car, causing MASSIVE damage to the chassis and was told to take over Logan Sergeant's car. This happened on Albons birthday. Horrible for Sergeant, absolutely hysterical that it was on Albons birthday. Like, congrats!!! Here's your teammates car!

2. Max Verstappen's right break went up in like actual flames, forcing him to retire to the joy of many who don't like him and the absolute horror of literally every red bull fan ever

3. Hamiltons engine (to me) audibly went pop, and he had to retire. (Before this, they put him on softs to start, which like. I barely know tire strats at all, but even I had visible question marks)

4. Esteban Ocons breaks started to go boom but got fixed during a pit stop. This does not mean that Alpine managed to be successful in any way (<-said with mild amusement)

5. Russell running into a wall (he is a-okay, they got him into a medical car asap) bc of some oversteering/lower entrance speed from alonso, causing the race to be finished under a virtual safety car as Russells car was on its side in the middle of the track

Things that I just found funny in general:

1. Both merc drivers being mind boggled/lightly astonished by how fast Checos car was going with Russell calling it a rocket ship.

2. Random cut to Zac Efron in a Red Bull hat

3. Worlds fastest three car battle between Fernando Alonso (doing his absolute best to annihilate in the Aston Martin), Checo (in the local rocket ship), and Leclerc (just pitted, was the #2).

4. Saubers utter inability to have a pit stop under 10 seconds. Both Zhou Guanyu and Valtteri Bottas were victimized severely. (Oh my god, the sky commentators "ring the church bells sauber just did a pit stop that wasn't a complete disaster" and it was a 3.8s pit)

5. Extra wheel nut went rolling cross the Sauber garage, and it made it seem like they lost one on Valtteri's stop (The wheel nut that made a bid for freedom - thank you sky sports commentators)

6. "Nice to see the Haas cars racing [long pause] and not going backward on their wheels" - once again, sky sports continue to be hysterical

7. Cut to ferrari fans in clown wigs and noses.

8. Carlos Sainz being absolutely off the rails and winning a race, not even two weeks off appendicitis surgery

9. "There's a lot of world championships... as spectators" - referring to Hamilton and Verstappen watching mildly listlessly at the race, one more than the other

As previously stated feel free to lemme know about moments I missed or your favorite moments in general!! Hope it was a great race day for everyone!

#f1 #australian gp 2024 #melbourne gp 2024 #formula 1 #fomula one

[dogt-eeth]

anyways here's the sonic gets braindamage fic. sorry if theres mistakes, rereading is not smth i do often. lemme know if i should crosspost it to ao3 or smth

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A loud explosion blew through his fur. The bang reverberated in his head, briefly disorienting Knuckles, but he shook it off easily. Besides, he wasn’t closest to the carnage. No, that person was- Knuckles turned suddenly, scanning the battlefield. 

“Sonic!” He shouted, waving smoke out of the air. There was the sound of robot destruction behind him- namely, Amy’s hammer crunching down on some unsuspecting Motobug. Knuckles turned, searching for a spot of blue in the grey, and he could see her proudly flip her bangs in his peripheral. The rest of the bots were busy attacking Tails, who’s back must have been turned still. Amy noticed Knuckles’ urgency, recognized the tells that he was searching for something, and ran to stand next to him, bumping her back against his to cover his blindspots. She held her hammer aloft, turning slightly over her shoulder to shout into his ear. 

“Heard that explosion- what’s up?” 

Heard the explosion- guessing from her volume, her ears were probably still ringing, too. Knuckles could feel her shoulders shift, and she suddenly stepped forward to swing at a Crabmeat crawling towards them, shouting “Fore!” as it flew through the air. 

“I’m fine,” Knuckles huffed, pausing to reach up and grab a Buzz Bomber that raced towards them, swinging it into the ground. It shattered upon impact with a satisfying crunch. “I’m not the one who got blown into next week!” 

Another explosion occurred a few feet away, and he heard Tails shout ‘Whoops!’. He tucked Amy under his arms as rubble and debris flew past them. He shook the gravel out of his spines and released Amy, who started looking around too. She glanced up at Tails, who was wrestling in the air with another Buzz Bomber. 

“Tails!” She shouted, waving her hammer at him angrily. 

He kicked the Buzz Bomber away, and pulled his tablet out. “I know!” He shouted back at them, “I’m on it! Where’s Sonic? I need some time!” He kicked another Buzz Bomber, then bee-lined for the main badnik- namely, a giant Crabmeat mecha currently firing missiles from it’s open claws. Instead of a face, it had a clear glass dome in which Eggman sat, firing at the Mobians below. Tails was trying to remotely hack it, though it must’ve been hard to focus while weaving through the air with a pack of Buzz Bombers on your heels. He couldn’t stay still, and his typing suffered greatly. 

“We’re looking!” Amy shouted. 

“You mean you lost him?!” Tails shouted back, doing a quick loop maneuver to briefly break up the pack of badniks. He dived, fast enough that it pinned his ears completely flat. 

“Don’t look at me, look at Knuckles! He was closest!” Amy said, smacking down as many Buzz Bombers as she could after Tails flew by overhead. Knuckles grabbed an armful, and used them as ammo to knock the others out of the sky. They got the pack down significantly, especially when Tails raced past a second time. 

“He’s over there!” He said as he passed, pointing to a shifting pile of broken bot pieces. 

“Right!” Amy said, knocking out the rest of the pack with a well-timed swing attack that bounced the decapitated head of one off all the others. She and Knuckles turned and ran to the pile of debris, lifting it easily. Amy crouched slightly, reaching down and shaking Sonic awake. He was largely uninjured from what Knuckles could tell- just a few broken quills and probably one hell of a headache. And, as Amy shook Sonic’s shoulders, he grunted in response. Good enough confirmation as any- Knuckles let out a relieved sigh, then turned back to track Tails’ location. Seemed they had broken through all of Eggman’s backup, since the pack of Buzz Bombers hadn’t yet been replaced. He sat down roughly on the shell of a busted Motobug. He heard Sonic groan, and turn to watch him sit up and rub his head. Sonic hissed softly when his finger traced over a cut in his brow. Knuckles huffed. 

“I told you to pay attention to the crab- thing.” He waved towards Eggman’s bot. It was currently swatting at Tails. Knuckles could hear them yelling at each other distantly. Sonic turned, too, gasped, and tried to stand. He got up too fast, though, and lurched, waving his arms to catch himself. Knuckles laughed at him as Amy stood too, and helped him catch his balance. Sonic glared and opened his mouth to reply. He briefly got a weird look on his face that had Knuckles and Amy share a confused and worried look, before he interrupted their silent conversation with a loud, annoyed grumble. He snapped his fingers a few times, as if trying to jog his memory about something, but shook his head as if he failed. He looked up suddenly and waved his hands at Knuckles. Knuckles turned his head to the side. “Uhhh…” Knuckles said. Sonic turned his head, now his turn to be confused, before he waved his hands again with more urgency. Knuckles looked at Amy for help, but she just shrugged. Her eyes were wide and worried, and she only held his stare for a few moments before she turned and put her hand on Sonic’s shoulder. 

“You must’ve hit your head pretty hard,” She said softly. “Are you okay?” Sonic just rolled his eyes, so Knuckles figured he shouldn’t be that worried about him. Even with his clear annoyance, Sonic grabbed Amy’s hand off his shoulder and pushed it back towards her, patting it comfortingly. He waved his hands at her too, slower than he had to Knuckles, and a bit of realization spread across her face. She nodded, and he shot her a thumbs up before he ran off. 

“What was that about?” Knuckles said once the afterimage of Sonic was cleared from his eyes. He scratched his cheek, lazily. With Sonic and Tails dealing with the bot, it’d be down in no time. Amy turned to glare at him. 

“Seriously?” She said. Knuckles raised his hand, shrugging. 

“What?” He replied lamely. 

Amy kicked dust at him. 

— 

“Your mustache has a stray hair! You should really stop tugging it when you’re stressed!” 

Eggman growled, but turned to study his face in the reflective surface of the walls of the chamber he had stuck himself in. There was, indeed, a stray hair, and he squeaked before furiously straightening it. “I wouldn’t be so stressed if it wasn’t for you meddling ‘Freedom Failures’!” 

Tails rolled his eyes. “You wouldn’t have to stress about us if you could build a decent mech for once!” He shouted back. Eggman turned so red, Tails briefly imagined frying an egg on his bald head. The ensuing fit of giggles left him distracted enough to not hear Eggman’s quiet: ‘Why you little…!’ or notice the giant claw swinging at him until the last second. Even still, he deftly dodged, laughing proudly. “Nice try! This bot’s even slower than you!” 

He puffed his fur out as Eggman shouted incomprehensibly, before the madman settled on, “You feckless fox!”. Not your best work, Tails thought. Eggman waved his fist angrily, before slamming his hand down onto the console. Another missile fired from the giant Crabmeat, though it wasn’t even aimed at Tails. He was blown back slightly by the force of the launch, but nothing he couldn’t shake off. He turned and watched as the missile landed, blowing a huge crater in the field they were fighting in, before turning back to Eggman and glaring at him. 

“Hey! Do you need a new prescription or is your auto-aim malfunctioning?” Tails said. He flew closer to Eggman so his glare would be more noticed. “I could give you some tips if you need it.” 

“As if!” Eggman replied. “Since when were you such a smart-ass-!” 

The doctor made the robot swing at Tails again, and he dodged easily, again. His stamina was running out, though. Where was- Tails’ thoughts were broken by a sharp whistle from below. Tails sighed, “Finally!”, and dropped out of the air. 

“Wha- I’m not done with you yet!” Eggman screeched. “Don’t ignore me when I’m insulting you!” He dragged the claw through the air after Tails, but it was a very slow robot and even with the assist from gravity, Tails outpaced it easily. He fell into Sonic’s arms, who ran between the crabs legs and successfully took them out of harms way. 

Tails rolled his eyes again. “Yeah, right.” He mumbled. Sonic chuckled as he put Tails down, and Tails’ namesakes fluttered behind him happily. He pushed Sonic once his feet were firmly back on the ground. “Took you long enough! I thought you were supposed t’be fast.” Sonic huffed, raising his hand to scratch the inside of his ear. Weird. Tails distantly noticed it was a move Sonic hadn’t pulled in a while. And no response banter? He quirked his head, reaching out to his brother. “Hey, you okay?” He said. Sonic took his hand away from his ear, and started to look like he was about to explain, but was cut off by the robot behind them shifting. As it turned, it’s footsteps shook the ground, and Tails fell forward, latching on to Sonic to keep himself from falling. 

“Ahh, Sonic!” Eggman said. He had some sort of speaker in the bot, as his voice carried over the air loudly and clearly. Sonic glared up at Eggman, smirking dangerously, even with Tails still partially tucked in his arm. “Looking a bit disheveled, are we? I hope this fight hasn’t been too much for you!” The robot suddenly shifted, moving one of its huge legs to try and stomp on Sonic. He dodged easily, dragging Tails behind him with a ‘woah-!’. 

Sonic set Tails down, who shook off the dizziness of the unexpected full speed dash. He snapped his fingers at his little brother, an old prompt for Tails to look at him. He hadn't done that in a while, though. Tails looked up, more confused now than ever. Sonic pointed to Tails, poking him in his chest fluff, then at the robot, then signed “Explosion,” while vocally mimicking a soft booming sound. 

Tails tilted his head. Yeah, he understood what Sonic was saying, but why was he signing it? Sonic got a bit panicked, and reran the motions, and Tails nodded, signing along as he said “I get it, I get it! Blow up the big bot. Cover me!” Sonic nodded, panic forgotten, and whistled for Eggman to turn towards him as Tails snuck away. 

There was no way he could have heard the whistle, but Eggman miraculously turned anyway. “There you are! Thought you could sneak away, did you? Try dodging this!” The Crabmeat swung down at Sonic. He dodged easily, feigning a yawn. Eggman growled at this, tugging the claw out of the ground as he swung with the other. Sonic dodged this easily, too. Eggman roared at him when Sonic lazily scratched his nose. “Stay still!” One of the claws opened and fired another missile. It soared over Sonic’s head, but he raced back and leapt into it’s path just to kick it back into Eggman’s face. It exploded, shaking the bot. 

Sonic was, briefly, nervous, but Tails had climbed onto the back of the robot and from the panel he had latched on to shouted, “I’m okay!”. Sonic relaxed. 

“What was that!?” Eggman screeched as he tried to reach the robots claws around to smack the back of the bot. He didn’t build it with range of motion in mind though, and it could never reach Tails. Sonic started kicking fallen bot pieces into Eggman’s face so he wouldn’t stay too focused on Tails for too long. It worked- Eggman quickly moving the claws to protect himself. He slammed the other claw into the ground again, forcing Sonic to stop and throwing him into the air slightly. Sonic fell over, shaking the dust out of his fur as Eggman laughed at him. “That’s what you get, infuriating pest!” 

Sonic glared up at Eggman, angrily signing “Up yours!” and tugging down his lower eyelid with his middle finger, sticking his tongue out at the doctor. 

“That’s it!” Eggman shouted, pulling the claws back, “Enjoy oblivion, warthog!” He slammed his fist on the launch button. 

Tails raced along the top of the bot, launching himself into the air, as a loud clicking sound came from the robots claws. He jumped for Sonic, shouting, “Get down!”. Sonic connected the dots easily, racing to grab Tails out of the air, and throw them both behind the nearest largest pile of discarded robot parts. There was a large boom moments later, and huge chunks of the mech blew past them with loud crashing sounds. They waited, curled together, as the dust settled. Sonic uncurled slowly, and Tails looked up at him, shaking the dust out of his fur. 

“Sonic…” He began, reaching toward his brother’s face. Specifically, the noticeable bruises and cut over his eye. Sonic ignores him, instead opting to turn and watch Eggman’s hovercar float away shakily. Eggman shouted something down at them, that none of them could really hear properly. 

Sonic waved at him, quickly signing, “Dumb-ass!” at him. Tails laughed as Eggman shouted notably louder, though he still couldn’t hear what he was saying. Sonic turned to Tails and looked at him seriously. “Don’t repeat that.” he signed, waving his finger in a scolding motion. Tails laughed harder. 

“When’d you even learn that!” He said between laughs. 

Sonic shrugged, then signed, “You don’t know everything!” Tails rolled his eyes, and they waited for a moment as Knuckles and Amy ran over to them. Sonic turned to Tails, lightly shoving his shoulder, and hurriedly signing, “Where’d you learn it?” His brows furrowed comically, which made Tails laugh more, and he turned his head away sharply. 

“Not telling!” 

Sonic bumped his shoulder into Tails’, laughing with him. He was interrupted by a tackle from Amy that left the air drained from his lungs. 

“Sonic!” She said. She hugged him tightly, and he turned to Tails to roll his eyes dramatically, to which he giggled. Amy pulled back, grabbing his head softly to study the bruises better. “How’s your head? Are you okay?” Sonic stuck his tongue out again, and pushed her hands away. 

“I’m fine.” He signed to her. Knuckles stood a foot away, arms crossed. 

He shuffled his feet, looking at Sonic, the glancing away and awkwardly rubbing his neck. “Amy told me what was happening. Sorry for, uh. Not understanding you before.” He scratched his chest, then seemed to realize that he had to look at Sonic to see what he was trying to say and turned back to face him. 

“It’s O.K,” Sonic signed, giving Knuckles a wink and a thumbs-up. Knuckles seemed to relax a bit. Good to know he at least remembered some fingerspelling, and knew what a thumbs up was. Sonic glanced at Tails, then signed, “... Dumbass.” Tails fell over laughing as Knuckles, who understood when he was being laughed at, grew more and more defensive. 

“What did he say?” He implored Tails, who was barely more than a small shaking pile of laughter and fur. Sonic fell on top of him, laughing too. Tails could have sworn he even heard Amy giggle, then try to hide it with a cough. 

They stayed like that for a while, Knuckles grumbling angrily, until Amy finally cleared her throat and got everyone’s attention. 

“Alright, that’s enough. I’m gonna go call a cleaning squad to come deal with these bots. And you,” She narrowed her eyes pointedly at Sonic, “are going straight to the infirmary! Be right back!” She turned away and walked a short distance to call in a pick-up. 

Sonic rolled his eyes again, nudging Tails, but his brother didn’t smile back like expected. “Amy’s right, Sonic. You should really get checked on.” He gave his best, biggest, worried eyes. He and Sonic had a brief staring contest, but Sonic relented with a sharp sigh. He crossed his arms unhappily. Tails kicked his foot, “You hit your head so hard, you forgot how to speak. That doesn’t worry you? At all?” 

Sonic sat up suddenly, quills shooting upwards. His face got very red, and he turned to Tails, urgently signing, “I can remember! I just don’t want to!” 

Now Tails rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right.” He said. Sonic tackled him, poking Tails’ sides and making him laugh again, swatting his brother. They tussled for a while, until they heard Amy walking back. She glanced at them in a pile on the floor, and her muzzle quirked up in amusement, but she stayed focused. 

“The team will be here in about half an hour. Try to stay uninjured until then, yeah?” 

Sonic simply shrugged. “Fine. Gives us time to work on Knuckles’ fingerspelling.” Everyone turned to look at Knuckles, who glanced around at them all, confused. 

“Huh?” He said. 

Sonic’s eyes briefly narrowed, the only warning before he launched himself at Knuckles, Amy and Tails following to do their best to keep Sonic out of the scuffle he had started. 

—

“That’s a lot more carnage than I was expecting…” She muttered. The pilot just hummed as she set the craft down. 

“Are we there yet?” The small wolf asked. She was sitting in the passenger seat of a large Resistance hovercraft, part of the cleaning crew Commander Rose had requested. The location wasn’t far, but flights made her uneasy. If wolves were meant to fly, they would have been born with feathers- no, she liked the ground very much, thank you. The head pilot, a large bear woman, just laughed.

“Relax,” she said, voice deep and rolling. It was calming. “I think this is the place. Check it out.” The pilot motioned her head towards the window, and the wolf looked out, whistling lowly. 

After splitting the groups into teams and some quick barked orders, the cleaning crew filed out and began dragging robotic debris back into the ship. The small wolf marched off to find Commander Rose, along with Sonic. The description of his injuries had worried her- she didn’t think she’d ever seen him hurt, really hurt, and the thought of the world’s hero being in any kind of immediate danger was enough to make her rush. 

“Commander Rose!” She called out, “We’re here! We’ve got a smaller medic ship waiting! Where are you?” 

Her ears rotated as she looked around. It was hard to see anything besides the robotic carnage at her feet, and she had to take deep breaths to stay calm and focused. She heard a small response from her right, a bit further ahead. Turning to the sound, she could make out the pink form of the Commander’s hammer as she waved it around. The wolf stumbled over, partially tripping and weaving her way to the small group. 

“Commander!” She said once she was close enough to see her fully, “I’m so glad you’re- uh-” She paused, studying the group in front of her. Strangely, Sonic was laying on the floor, his little brother sprawled on his chest. His tails were in Sonic’s face, which he periodically blew away, only for them to fall right back into place. The Commander was sitting in front of Knuckles, who had his gloves off and placed neatly next to him. They seemed to be running through some kind of series of hand-signals? The wolf looked a bit closer and could make out Knuckles trying to clumsily fingerspell the alphabet. It stopped once she walked a bit closer, Knuckles putting his gloves back on and standing along with Commander Rose. “Uhh-” The wolf started again. Amy dusted herself off, turning to Tails as helped Sonic stand up too. 

“Knuckles and I will stay and help clean up. Send Sonic to the med-bay, right when you get back. Don’t let him sneak off!” 

Tails nodded, holding Sonic’s hand tightly. “I won’t!” He said. Sonic huffed and rolled his eyes, but allowed himself to be dragged along. They hurried past the wolf, Tails waving one last goodbye to Knuckles who raised his hand stiffly in response. 

“What is-?” The wolf started. Amy held up a hand to stop her before she could finish, looking suddenly very tired. She leaned on her hammer heavily and sighed. 

“Long story. Don’t ask.” 

#sth #sonic the hedgehog #miles “tails” prower #no one else is rlly important uhhhh. so im just not tagging them. LOL. LMAO. #writing tag #NO WAY ITS 3 AM. IT WAS LIKE. 11 PM A SECOND AGO.

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Ribbons and Rainstorms

Chapter 11 : Sacks of Flour

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“Oh Skies…” Roman said, dropping the embroidery he had been quietly working on for the last half an hour. Virgil glanced up from their own project, tilting their head and raising an eyebrow, Roman groaned, running a hand through his hair, “Ma asked me to collect her flour order for her today, I completely forgot.”

Virgil nodded, his project disappearing into thin air, “We should go and retrieve it quickly, then.”

“I was supposed to collect it hours ago,” Roman sighed, “And it’ll take ages to carry— wait, we? You want to come?”

Virgil shrugged, “I have not much better to do, and you’ll struggle on your own, won’t you? This seems to be causing you distress..”

“I— probably, without the horse, yeah,” Roman said, putting his things away and standing up, he could come back and get it later, once he’d got this flour delivery sorted. 

“Then I can help,” Virgil said, dusting off his clothes and standing up, “Lead the way, dearest.”

“Dearest?” Roman asked, standing up after him.

Virgil blushed pink, “I was— trying something different.”

“It’s nice, I uh— I like it” Roman said, as they headed out of the temple. They walked quickly through the forest, not along the path that Roman had made for himself but along the one that led more directly to the village. They walked quickly, Roman gently tugging Virgil along behind him by their adjoined hands. As they got to the bridge Roman noticed their flimsy disguise was once again in place. His eyes a silvery grey and his hair a little browner than normal. It wasn’t… a great disguise, but Roman wasn’t going to say anything about it… right now. He had bigger things to worry about, like the six bags of flour he was supposed to pick up this morning.

"Okay… we're here," Roman said, trying to sound upbeat, "You wanna wait out here?"

"And leave you to carry everything by yourself?" Virgil said, shaking his head, "Just— you do the talking." 

"Sure!" Roman said with a smile, pushing open the door and holding it for Virgil before he turned to the man currently tipping bags of grain from the recent harvest into the funnel. Roman took a deep breath, the mill was dark and a little damp — sitting directly on the riverbed so they could use the power of flowing water to grind the grain into flour — but it was all in all a nice space. He was happy to see Virgil glancing around too.

"Roman!" The man called, "And a friend — here for Taz's order? I thought you'd be here earlier."

Roman laughed awkwardly, glancing over at Virgil who was inspecting the wheels curiously, "Yes I uh— lost track of time." 

He chucked, gesturing Roman over to a stack of bags filled with flour, there was some small talk as he separated six bags out from the pile, asking him how his training was going, whether he was still visiting the temple in the woods, how was Taz faring and was the baking going well?

Eventually, he set the bags down in front of Roman, cutting off the previous nonsense conversation, "Here, six bags, good to go! Paid in advance as usual and with promised cake to come."

He winked and Roman chuckled, picking up one of the bags and hefting it over his shoulder, before taking a deep breath and looking at the other five.

"Lemme guess, you walked." He said with a laugh, "Is your friend here to help?"

"I am," Virgil said, appearing by his side, "How many can you carry?"

"Two… maybe three?" Roman said, picking up a second bag and tucking it under his arm, they were heavy, but usually manageable when he had the horse to help out…. He definitely couldn't carry much more by himself. 

"It's alright," Virgil said, gently patting his shoulder before moving to grab the rest of the flour, "I can take the rest." 

“You’re amazing,” Roman sighed, “Thank you.”

“I’m happy to help you,” Virgil rolled his eyes, “I always am.”

“Sap,” Roman huffed, before nodding to the miller, “Thank you for the flour, I’ll be back with your shipment of baked goods later!”

“You’d better be!” He called, a friendly smile on his face as he waved them out of the mill, and so they began the journey back to Roman’s home, armed with six bags of flour between them. 

—-

"Why…. Do you hide who you really are around other people?" Roman asked as they walked back, the same way they came. It would be easier than looping around the square, "Don't get me wrong, I don't mind you doing it at all I just— I'm curious." 

Virgil paused, hefting the two bags of flour he held under each arm. He didn't say anything for a little while, before he sighed, “I just… It… bothers people.”

“Bothers people?” Roman asked, confused, “It doesn’t bother me.”

“You’re not people,” Virgil huffed. 

“I am a person though.”

Virgil laughed, “It’s different with you, you don’t— you’re not scared of me.”

“I was probably more scared of you than other people would be when we first met,” Roman admitted, “I— I wasn’t going to say anything at the time, of course, but… well, I’m sure you can understand why.”

It took a long moment before Virgil spoke again, when he did, Roman was taken aback by how upset he sounded, “I understand, but… you reacted better than many have, to me.”

Roman couldn’t help the spike of worry that shot through him at that, Virgil never talked about these kinds of things — being honest, Roman had just assumed that he’d not had many issues to talk about. He wished he could reach over and take Virgil’s hand, offer some kind of comfort, but the bags of flour were in the way. Roman sighed, if they were going to have a proper conversation, they’d need to stop walking for a little while. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Roman asked, tilting his head a little, Virgil glanced his way, before sighing and nodding hesitantly, “Okay, come over here and put those down, we’re going to sit down if we’re having a serious conversation.”

Virgil huffed. It might have been a laugh if it weren’t for the topic, and put down the bags of flour. He moved to sit down with Roman, who took both of their hands in his own.

“Many mortals are afraid of thunder,” Virgil said, looking away, “Some for reasons like yours, some just… because they are, I suppose, lighting is dangerous, it hurts people and causes fires, so… I understand, but… even a God can only handle so many people screaming and running in the opposite direction before they start to feel a little bad about it.”

“Why would they…” Roman said, frowning, Virgil wasn’t that scary, surely? He had a presence sure, one that Roman was used to enough that he barely registered it anymore, but all the Gods did, so…

“I suppose maybe it’s changed, I haven’t genuinely appeared before a mortal who didn’t already know who I was in centuries, so maybe people… wouldn’t be so scared of me now, but back then— they saw me as an omen of bad things to come; danger, damage… death, you know…”

Roman squeezed his hands, “And people were scared of you…”

Frowning, Virgil nodded, “I don’t want them to be, it doesn’t help that my reputation is already so negative, my storms sink ships and flood towns and fields, they hurt people, it’s understandable why people would rather ask the other Gods for help.”

“Your storms also bring rain after a dry summer,” Roman said softly, leaning forwards, “Your rain helps to grow crops, keeps the soil healthy and, and I might be scared, but watching from somewhere safe… they’re beautiful too, the clouds, the light… and sometimes there’s even rainbows afterwards.”

Virgil smiled, “Of course you’d like the rainbows.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Roman laughed, surprised.

Pausing, Virgil seemed to think for a second, before shrugging, “I’m not actually sure, I’ll be honest, Remus told me they symbolised relationships like ours, but I’ve not a clue where that information came from.”

“Really?” Roman asked, grinning, “Well isn’t that just perfect? I have to— I’ll need to remember that for the—"

Roman trailed off into mumbled words and Virgil frowned, “What was that? I didn’t quite hear—"

“Oh! Nothing at all, don’t worry about it, just rainbows!” Roman grinned, quickly trying to cover his words — he hadn’t meant to say that aloud, “And you can help create them, which is really amazing, people shouldn’t be scared of you.”

“But they are,” Virgil said, frowning again, “No amount of optimism can change that, unfortunately.”

Roman sighed, “I suppose so, but… hey! If we wanted to go into town or something you always have that disguise magic.”

“Yes,” Virgil said, lifting Roman’s hands and pressing a kiss to his knuckles, “Thank you, for listening to me.”

“Of course,” Roman said, leaning forward to kiss Virgil’s cheek, “Always.”

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“Roman?” 

“Yeah?” Roman asked, looking over. They had lapsed into a comfortable silence as they began walking again, heading past the temple and down Roman’s path with just the breeze in the leaves and the birds and insects chittering in the background.

“Just now you… mentioned going into town?” Virgil asked a few minutes later. Virgil seemed barely tired from carrying four sacks of flour. Roman wondered how strong he really was. Could he carry Roman? That could be fun. 

“I— yeah? It’s not something we ever have to do,” Roman said, shaking his head, “But, you know, an idea maybe, if… you wanted to?”

“It could be nice, if it was something you’d like to do together,” Virgil said, “I haven’t ever bothered with… mortal things, so… it could be a good experience, and we’ve never gone beyond the forest before for these — date, things, so…”

Roman smiled, “Oh! It would be great! I would take you around the town! Show you the shops, we could go and see the gardens, the library— Oh! You should see where I train—"

Laughing, Virgil nudged him with a grin, “That all sounds lovely, but possibly later? In spring, or summer maybe, I think we need to get through me meeting your mother first.”

“I— yeah, let’s take this one thing at a time, huh?” Roman smiled, “Maybe we should wait a while anyway, and you’re right, after winter, winter is for snuggling, and… if you’re worried about meeting people in town, I could always help you with a better disguise? And also… somehow I forgot I’d have to introduce you to my mother.”

Virgil smirked, “I’m sure we’ll figure it out.”

“Really?” Roman asked, raising an eyebrow, “Well, if you’re sure?”

“If she’s anything like you,” Virgil said with a smile, “I’m sure it’ll be manageable, and if not, I can just compliment her baking skills.”

“Well… I suppose so,” Roman laughed, “We can employ flattery as a distraction, if things go wrong.”

“Exactly,” Virgil chuckled, “Oh, is that the wall?”

“It is indeed, let’s get this over with.”

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[eliasmendoza]

Prompt: Answer this with five tracks you think represent your character best! If you don't have an OC, do it for a character you love!

Thank you to @shiinzhon for the tag! Lemme tag @unhingedravenclawstuff @wrenegade-accio @sallowslytherin @parselmouthedmelinae @holisticpearliegeek @catohphm and whoever else wants to do this!

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Without further ado, here we go. Each song has a particular meaning in Elias' life. I'll break down each one as best as I can and perhaps provide some bonus tracks.

1. "Happy & Sad" by Kacey Musgraves

Kacey Musgraves explained that "Sometimes I find myself not being able to enjoy the height of a good moment because I start thinking about the fact that it’s about to be over." Since the trauma of the Philippine revolution affected him so deeply to the point that he lost so many people he cared about, Elias became a very cautious person, feeling like the highs he feels now will become lows very soon.

2. "Eyes Shut" by Years & Years

Y&Y frontman and songwriter Olly Alexander said, "The song is about self preservation and wanting to hide from disaster." This song is like a sort of follow-up to "Happy & Sad" for Elias, wherein he convinces himself that by detaching himself, he won't feel any hurt or loss. He feels the need to be stronger for his mom and himself. This is essentially the reason why he genuinely cannot bring himself indulge in the idea that he could be happy.

3. "Screaming" by CHVRCHES

The past five years Elias experienced since the attack on his home village has swept Elias into a tornado of unpredictable events. It feels as if misfortune has control of his life. He is both victim and witness to all that unfolds in his life and is forced to go with the flow of it all. He is frustrated over the trauma that holds his life. But towards the end of the song, Elias decides he cannot give up and keeps fighting for a better future.

4. "A Song to Come Home To" by Jinkx Monsoon

The song is a dedication to Elias' mother and his chosen family (his dear friends at Hogwarts). It's clear and simple a message: he will love them all no matter what. They never left him when the going got rough for Elias in so many ways, and he will reciprocate that for them as well because of the love that connects them all.

5. "panorama" by Hayley Kiyoko

"Wait, have you seen the view?"

This is Elias finally becoming in touch with himself and the world around him, finally being able to process all that has happened to him, l making peace with it all, and moving forward and accepting wholeheartedly the love and happiness he deserves. He can finally stop and look at all the good that has happened to him and enjoy it all. Sure, the feeling of the storm coming after the sunshine is still there, but learns to manage that feeling as well.

Author's note: If you all want a full Spotify playlist for Elias (and Sebastian as a couple), please do let me know. I'm willing to share it hehehe.

Bonus tracks under the cut!

6. Three Versions of Ave Maria

Okay, now hear me out before you think this is a weird thing to add to a playlist. Remember Elias was born during the Spanish colonization of the Philippines, which means Catholicism was rampant then. As a magical practitioner, Elias never felt a real connection with the religion but for some reason felt one with the Virgin Mary. Maybe it was that she reminded him of his mother, Ma. Aurora: kind, caring, and loving.

Now, why do I have three versions of Ave Maria listed? Let's explore them!

A. Franz Schubert/Josh Groban

Josh Groban, who is my voiceclaim for Elias, sings this version passionately as if he's pleading for help. In a way, it harkens to "Ellens Gesang III", a derivation of Sir Walter Scott's poem, "The Lady of the Lake". In the poem, the heroine, Ellen Douglas, is praying to the Virgin Mary for help, anxious over the fate of her father on the eve of an important battle. The same way, Elias secretly "prays" for safety as he and his mother leave the Philippines and will lead new lives in a foreign country.

B. Charles Gonoud & Johann Sebastian Bach/Amira Willighagen

This version by Bach and Gonoud and performed by Willighagen has a more angelic and heavenly approach to it. I used this iteration to represent Elias at his calmest and happiest. It is in this moment that he finds something good in his situation like a strongly-lit lighthouse in a stormy midnight. In a way, he begins to find this light when he learns to let his own guard down and open his heart, starting with Sebastian (to Anne's delight, that little schemer). This is Elias "praying" that this joy will last forever.

C. Franz Schubert/Beyoncé

The conclusion to Elias' Ave Maria trilogy is a wedding song by Beyoncé. This is that point in Elias' life where there is calm, joy, and the sense of stability that he's longed for since he and his mother were displaced. Elias is finally happy with his life. He has everything a boy like him could need: his mother, his best friends, and a loving husband. (Yes, Elias and Seb get married who wants to attend the wedding yaaaas)

It also makes sense to have this as the end to the trilogy as it is a rewrite of Franz Schubert's original Ave Maria, as performed earlier by Josh Groban.

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More songs will be added at some point so stay tuned, I guess?

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[blessyourhondahurley]

Autumn Again

The conclusion of the Fowl Play saga, which began with Keep Me Fed All Year. Dean and Cas get some good news about their little farm!

Suptober prompt: Costume Flufftober prompt: A Sweet Treat Fictober prompt: "I'm not alone and neither are you." Inktober prompt: Farm

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Removing all of the dirt from his hands is a lost cause. It seems like ever since they got this place three years ago, there's never not dirt on his hands – trapped under his nails, caught in the ridges of his knuckles, embedded in his pores. Still, he makes a token effort to at least brush the worst of the crud off onto the back of his jeans before he grabs the day's mail.

Cas gave their mailbox a fresh application of cheery black and yellow stripes last week. It perches at the end of their driveway, right up alongside the road, to make access easy for their elderly mailman. From the road it's about a five-minute walk back to the house along packed gravel. This hike is very much unfun in the harshness of winter, but here in late October it's just beautiful.

Autumn is really showing off this year. The air is shiveringly crisp, a perfect counterpoint to the bright, warm sunshine. Their trees are a riot of color. There's a lopsided V of Canadian geese overhead, calling out encouragement to each other as they go. “I'm not alone and neither are you,” they seem to be saying. “If we stay together and work hard we'll get where we need to be.” Dean almost pulls his phone out to take a picture, it's so pretty. Then he remembers that he's already got about a thousand pictures on his phone of his pretty farmette in all kinds of weather, and he lets the moment go with a grin.

When he enters their cozy home, he's greeted by a gust of warmth and a squeal of delight.

“Daddyyyy!” Jack calls, his small feet pattering as he crosses the burnished wood floor of their entry way and flings his skinny arms around Dean's waist.

“Whoa, small fry!” Dean cautions. “Lemme hang up my jacket first!”

As soon as Carhartt hits hook, Jack is jumping into his arms. Dean juggles him onto one hip, keeping a firm grip on the envelopes and catalogs in his other hand.

“I picked for sure my costume!” Jack tells him excitedly. “I'm gonna be a bee! A bumblebee!!”

“Is that so? And are you sure this time?”

He's lost track of how many times this year Jack has decided for sure what his Halloween costume will be. Given how late into the month they are, Dean crosses his fingers that this one will stick.

He carries his son into the kitchen, where his husband is working on dinner.

Dean leans in to give him a kiss on the cheek, then steps back to admire. “Hey, sunshine. You finished it?”

“Yes, I washed and blocked it this morning, so it's all done. What do you think?” Cas puts his arms out to the side and turns in place, modeling his newly-knit cardigan. It's sapphire blue, the color of the clear Autumn sky, the color of his lovely eyes behind his tortoiseshell frames, and Dean has never wanted to play “naughty librarian” more in his life.

“You look like a sweet treat in that,” he growls. “Might need to talk to you about some very, very overdue books later tonight.”

Cas raises an eyebrow, pinning Dean in his place. “I'd be happy to assess your fines after our youngest patron has finished his story time, Mr. Winchester,” he promises.

Dean gives a happy little shiver. “I'll hold you to that, Mr. Winchester,” he replies eagerly.

Jack squirms in his arms, ready to be back in motion again after sitting still on his dad's hip for almost two whole minutes. Dean loosens his hold and the boy hops down and runs out of the room.

“Papa, can I watch cartoons 'til dinner?” he yells from the hallway. Cas calls his assent, and they hear the TV click on.

“How are the ladies?” Cas asks, turning back to the cutting board.

“Thriving and surviving,” Dean assures him. “I adjusted the frame on the coop door, so it should open and close better for you now.” He drops the mail onto the table and turns. “Gonna grab a shower. Need a hand with dinner after I'm cleaned up?”

“No, this is the last step. It'll be ready in thirty.”

Dean's halfway to the bathroom when he hears a sharp gasp from the kitchen. Thinking Cas might have cut himself, thinking all kinds of terrible things, he rushes back to his husband's side.

Cas has his hand to his mouth, and Dean's still looking for blood, still expecting an emergency, when he realizes that in his other hand, Cas is holding a letter.

“They said yes,” he murmurs.

“They...?” For a moment, Dean is too stunned to continue.

“They said yes!!” Cas says again, louder now, joyous. “They like our offer. They're ready to sell. We're doing this, Dean! We really are!!”

Dean grabs the letter from his husband and scans it. The offer they'd made to buy fifteen acres of adjoining land from their neighbors has been accepted.  Their pretty farmette is about to become an honest to God farm.

“We're really doing it!!” he exclaims, taking his beaming husband into his arms.

A farm stand, where Cas can sell their honey and eggs without having to haul his product out to the farmer's market every week. An addition to the house – more rooms for guests and a big upgrade in the luxuriousness of the master bath. A stable, and a couple of horses to put in it. With the additional land, they'll be able to have it all. They can plant actual crops now, grow hay and corn. They can–

“Hey, sweetheart, what do you think about, next year we do a maze?”

Cas's brow furrows for a moment, then it clears. He grins. “A maize maze?”

“Yeah, why not?” Dean says. “I'm pretty sure I can figure out how to make donuts. Jack could run a couple little games, you could drive the hay cart? How does that sound?”

“It sounds like more than we deserve,” Cas says with a wry smile. “Let's do it.”

Concludes here.

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[i-literally-cant-with-this]

"Footsteps"

Image by Pixiv Id 1480815 #1528511

A/N = I've never written anything quite like this before. So drop me a line and let me know what you think, yeah? Thanks!

C/W = Jesus. Um, degradation (consensual deg?), smacking face and ass, P👉V, Oral (again, it may not read as consensual, but it is) F👉M, little bit of a faux job. I think that about covers it. If I missed anything or spelled/grammatically fucked anything, lemme know.

ONE MORE TIME FOR THE BRATS OUT THERE ...

You lay there in a puddle of your own making. Pussy throbbing, little electrical currents still shooting through your core.

The tip of your nose itches. But there's nothing sexy about asking to be untied to scratch it. You just crinkle it and hope he walks by soon so you can rub it against him for some relief.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? You look like an idiot right now, y/n. Stop it." His voice weighed down on you like the thickest fog you've ever been in. Eyes hazy from having who knows how many orgasms. You lost track after 7.

He knows.

He always keeps track.

Always keeps track to beat his last record.

"I do hope you're ready to begin, again?" He chuckled, "I mean, that's really just a courtesy warning. You will be ready. Very soon."

You nod your head, wondering, again, how the fuck you ended up here.

He knows.

He knows exactly why you keep coming back here.

He cut the rope that held you in place and you landed hard on your knees and hands.

"Spread your legs for me."

You comply, despite not having fully recovered from minutes ago.

Why ... why do you keep coming back here.

"I said open your legs like the whore you are. Now do it, or I'll do it for you. Hm?"

Ok, so wider then? You think you're so funny when you're on the floor for him.

You spread your legs until all you felt was pain.

Resounding pain deep within the unstretched and overworked muscles.

"Don't worry, pretty. The pain will subside once I start in on your filthy cunt."

You moaned.

"Ohhh, I almost forgot how you like to be told how fucking dirty you are. How silly of me."

He took your face in his hand, squeezing your cheeks until your lips puckered.

"Open. Your. Fucking. Whore. Mouth."

Sticking your tongue out between your lips, you knew that would get you in trouble with him.

"Now, just what am I supposed to do with that? Huh? You think I can just rub my cock all over your tongue until I cum?" He hung his head and laughed sardonically. "'Cause that's how it works. Now I gotta spank you. Now I gotta spank you."

He sighed like it was actually a real task for him to beat your ass.

"Open." *whack* "Your." *whack* "Mouth." *whack* "Jeeesus. Look how wet you are." He slid his curled up hand into your pulsing cunt and he pulled it out, sticking the pads of his middle finger against his thumb. "So fucking wet and needy, fucking pathetic little slut."

He put his booted foot out for you.

You knew what he meant by that gesture. But you liked it when he told you.

"Well, come on then, rub your pussy on my boot. I want to watch you cum all over it."

Wrapping your legs around his ankle, you struggled to get yourself close enough that you could do what he told you to.

"What's the problem here. Are you not able to cum anymore? Are you just completely broken now?"

You whimpered and tried pulling him down to the floor with you.

"Careful, that's awfully close to talking, what you just did there. Keep your dimwitted thoughts to yourself. No one cares what whores think about."

He began to pace around the small room.

"Well, if you can't fuck yourself against my leather boot, what the hell good are you. Jesus."

He grabbed you by the hair and pulled you up to your feet.

Your hands instinctively grabbed his wrists as he dragged you to an upright position.

Getting in your face, he squeezed your mouth together again.

This time you did as you were told.

Opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out, he spit on it.

"Now put that foul thing away and swallow the gift I just gave you."

You swallowed as you were told and waited. On pins and needles, you waited for his next instruction.

"Go stand at the window. Actually, get on your knees with your back to the window. Yeah, back to the window. And crawl there."

Dragging your hands and knees across the floor, you made your way slowly to the window.

Pretty sure you got a splinter from this fucking 100+ year old flooring. No matter.

What he did was far better worse anyway.

"Good. Good girl. You managed to follow the simple direction I gave to you." He clapped sarcastically. If that's even a thing. You pondered that for a second as he mustered up your next indiscretion.

"Pull my pants down, one hand, stick the other one in your mouth and suck."

Reaching up, you began to undo the straps around his thighs.

His legs were so sexy it made you moan and gag over/under/around your fingers. Your cunt clenching at nothing. You really were feeling like a desperate whore, so needy to be filled tonight.

Those fucking straps. If he'd let you, you'd take them off with your teeth. But then he'd run the risk of marking up his uniform. It's not as though that shit didn't happen already when he was out there flying around from tree to tree. From titan to titan.

You had to remember that this was his show.

And you were only watching.

But fuck, did you love to watch from outside of your own body while he bore down on you all of his frustrations of day-to-day shit.

"Hurry up, for fuck's sake. Take your fingers out of your mouth if that'll speed this up."

You pulled your soaked fingers from their place nestled on your tongue and tried to find something to wipe the saliva off.

You looked at his pant leg.

"Don't even fucking think about it, I swear to God."

Instead of his pants, you used your hair.

"You're fucking disgusting. You know that? You're absolutely ... fucking disgusting."

Flustered, he pushed your hands away from his pants and took the task upon himself.

"As usual, I'm the one who has to come in and take over. Goddamn ... it."

You wanted to touch yourself so badly. But that would only earn you a slap across the face.

It would make him feel better though, so you did.

Sneaking your fingers up over your reddened thighs you slid them between your legs. Between your soaked folds and found your clit. Aching. Hard. So fucking hard.

You began rubbing yourself before he noticed what you were doing.

But he heard. He heard the change in your breathing. It's gotten calmer. Softer. How you sound when you're starting to hit the right pace and pressure.

He turned around and watched you for a second. His steel-blue eyes softened for half a second before he remember what this rendezvous was all about.

"Fucking ... " he kicked your hands away from between your legs. " ... dirty. Good girls don't touch their filthy cunts. And we ALL know you're a whore. You just showed me, just there. Just now."

Your heart was beating so fast in your chest you could see your tits bouncing ever so slightly in response to the rapid pulse.

He walked to his desk and pulled the key from the secret box underneath. Unlocking the bottom drawer he pulled out an antique looking dildo. It was made of rose quartz. Perfectly smooth, no signs of mistreatment.

Holding it in his hand, he ran his eyes over the pink rock.

"You know what's coming, yes?" His steps to you were precise. Direct. Imposing.

Your big eyes told him all he needed to know.

He pressed the cold, hard tip into your face and rubbed it roughly across your lips, tracing the outline of your jaw.

"Show me what you'd do to my cock if I shoved it in your filthy mouth."

You took the piece from his hands and slowly worked your tongue around the tip of it.

Enveloping the entirety of it into your mouth, you pushed ... pushed ... pushed until it hit the back of your throat.

"Through your nose ..." he reminded you. It was too gentle how he told you that. Was he slipping?

The breaths through your nose were slow and deep. You did as he said. You always did as he said.

He hasn't lead you astray yet.

His eyes looked over your body as you sat on your knees, back to the window. Light pink plug being worked through your lips.

You were surprised when he started fucking into his hand.

You were surprised it's only taken this much for him to start that.

"Fuck, put that on my desk. Now." He barked at you.

There he is, you thought.

Finally.

Pulling it from your mouth you stood and walked across the room.

Tears ran down your face. Your nose was runny. What the fuck was up with your nose right now.

You wanted to sniff but that would disgust him even more.

Human behavior disgusted him.

"Bend over." He hurriedly waved his hands in the air. "The desk, fucking bend over it."

You could feel your pulse in your eyes it was hitting so hard.

At. Long. Last.

He came up behind you and leaned in close to your ear.

"Did you bathe before you came over here? You reek of desperation. You smell wet. Goddamn slut. Such a goddamn slut for me."

As he kicked your legs farther apart, he slipped his hand between your legs and just grazed the hair on your cunt.

It sent sparks through your blood. You fought the urge to lower yourself onto his fingers.

But it was no use. It felt too good. You'd been in this state for too long.

The waiting. The denial.

Bending your knees just enough to feel his fingers press further into your wetness, your breathing got heavier.

God, you wanted to touch him.

"What ... what the hell is this? Mm? I don't think I told you to fuck yourself on my hand."

He brought his hand down so hard on your ass even you shot him a warning look.

There was no remorse in his eyes. It just fueled the fire he had burning deep within him.

He smacked your still red, but other, more pale ass cheek.

"I like things that match. And that, just then, it didn't match." Tilting his head and cocking an eyebrow as a carefree admission. It was true. He does like things that go well together.

"Turn around. Face me."

You moved gingerly. Your ass was on fire.

He got down on his knees in front of you, examining your pussy like he's never seen one up close before.

"Fffuckk. How do you live with yourself when you're like this? Needy, needy, needy little cunt."

His words were making you writhe around against the cold, hard wood of the desk. Your thighs rubbing together at a fervent pace brought you no relief whatsoever.

"You're going to start a fucking fire if you keep that up. And didn't I tell you to open your legs? Didn't I already kick them apart?"

He started jerking himself off, standing just in front of your body.

"Oh, ohhh fuck. Feels s'good."

You just watched him as he pumped his hips to fuck his hand. Swallowing hard to rid your mouth of the saliva that pooled so shamelessly on the sides of your tongue. Your eyes not-so-silently begging him to let you touch him. Anywhere.

"You think you can do it better?" He chided. "Then fuckin' do it. Don't just stand there and wait for me to do all the work."

He slapped your face. Again, a little too hard. But you didn't miss the way his cock jumped when his hand landed on your already red cheek.

You stuck your tongue out again.

"Suck your fingers clean. Make sure they're fucking clean. Then we'll talk about you touching me with your filthy whore hands."

You sucked your fingers clean, making a show of it for him.

"I can't hear you." A gentle reminder.

Hm, curious.

The moaning was all it took for him to nearly come undone.

"Fuck! Get your fucking whore mouth on my dick. Right now. Right fucking now."

He pushed your head down towards his cock, but you weren't ready. Your gag reflex was too sensitive. You coughed and sputtered on the tip of his throbbing cock.

"Ohhh fuck, Goddamn, y/n. Have to fuck your throat. I don't have time to deal with this bullshit. You have one job while you're here and I can't even get you to do that right. What the fuck is wrong with you? Just open your mouth. Just fucking open your mouth."

He pushed your head down on his cock and thrust his hips into your face.

"Just ... just like that. Jesus. Goddamn, y/n. You're so fucking filthy. Fucking filthy bitch."

You felt your throat tighten around his cock and it made him twitch.

Him twitching make you clench.

He held your head down, fucking up into your mouth.

"Fffffuck."

You pulled away, choking on your own spit.

He wiped your face with his hand.

"Open your fucking mouth, y/n. I told you I'm going to fuck your throat. Open your mouth."

You did as you were told.

His hips were jerking at a desperate pace.

"God, fuck. Fuck, y/n. Your mouth feels so fucking tight and wet. I'm gonna cum in your mouth. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Ohh,fuck."

You swallowed his load, gagging slightly on the thick, warm liquid that shot from his cock.

"Jesus. I don't ... what is ... what's there to say."

He wiped his thumb across your chin and pressed it into your tongue.

"Just ... just a second. Just ... a second."

You sat there, waiting.

"Ok. Ok, come here."

He led you to the couch in the corner and sat down, pulling you onto his lap.

"I had a really shit day. And you just made it less shit."

You leaned into his chest.

You knew it was coming.

But for that second of hearing his heart rattle in his chest, it was heaven.

"Don't get too comfortable down there. You know I'm not done."

He pushed you off of him and onto the floor.

"On your feet, Cadet. Come on, hurry up."

You got onto the couch and he pressed your head down into the cushion.

"Much better."

He rubbed his cock against your ass until he was hard again.

"You ready to take me into your whore cunt?"

You nodded, mouth still pressed into the cushion.

He pressed his tip into your pussy and started fucking into you.

"Fffffuck, y/n. God. You're so fucking wet." He got more and more quiet the longer he went on. "So wet. Fuck. You're so wet."

You moaned into the cushion.

"Turn your head. I want to see your eyes when you cum for me. Fuck. Turn your head."

You did as you were told.

"Fuck, y/n. I'm gonna cum in you. I'm gonna fill you up and watch it drip out of you. Fuck,fuck,fuck."

He pushed his cock all the way inside of you and you felt him twitch.

"Fuck, y/n. Fuck."

"This is the only chance I'm giving you to cum one last time. So get on the boat or swim to shore. Your call."

He pulled his cock out and sat back on the couch.

Pulling you into his lap, he lined himself up with your dripping hole and sunk you down onto him all at once.

"Y/n. Fuck. You feel so fucking good." He was getting close. He always got nicer when he was getting close. "Fucking ... hah ... filthy little whore. I'm gonna cum in you so fucking hard. Fuck."

He fucked into you at a frenetic pace, not stopping for anything. Paying no mind to the grunts, groans and curses that left your mouth. If anything, it was egging him on more.

"I'm gonna cum, y/n. Fucking take it. Take all of it in that fucking cunt of yours. Filthy ... fil-thee ... ah, fil- FUCK! OH FUCK!"

He pulled you down hard onto his lap, filling you up with his seed.

"Jesus ... fucking ... Christ. Oh fuck, y/n."

You collapsed onto his chest and he held you tight.

"You're the best little whore for me, y/n. Just wait till next time. Next time will be even better."

You snuggled into him, wondering what he had in store for you next.

"Ok, ok, you gotta go. I gotta get back to my shit. God, you're just so ... distracting."

He pushed you off of his lap and onto the messy cushion next to him on the couch.

"You're not getting paid to be on the floor." He almost yelled.

"Levi?" You said.

"Yes," He gathered up his clothing from the floor and put everything back on. "I ..." he sighed and looked at you like he didn't just spend the last 2 hours treating you like absolute shit.

Like he already missed you.

Emotionally constipated bastard.

"I love you, too." You said as he closed the door to his office and you heard his footsteps, a little less heavy than when he came in, heading down the hall. 

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[brokensenseofhumor]

WE INTERRUPT THE REGULARLY SCHEDULED TWST CONTENT TO BRING BACK THE PIMON THEORY.

THATS RIGHT FOLKS WEVE FINALLY GOTTEN PIMON CONTENT!!! YIPPEEEEE

SO LETS GET STARTED WITH PIMON THEORY EPISODE WOULD-YOU-LOOK-AT-THAT-I-FINALLY-LOST-TRACK!!

(Spoilers for Ror jtr Jikenbo Chapter 17 to 22 + VIOLENCE WARNING under the cut)

So first lemme go over 2 things:

The quality is kinda shit and there’s watermarks all over the pages cuz I lost access to the high quality pages (I’ll leave the reason why up to your imagination)

There will be no ‘Theory 1 and Theory 2’ Format today, only going over the visuals of the pages. I’ll form actual coherent theories when the French translation is out on Mangadex. The one I’m using for this episode is the Chinese translation.

OK LETS FINALLY SIMP FOR THE BLOODLUSTING GILF

So Chapter 22 is a flashback of Noah. and if we assume Noah is in his late twenties or late thirties, this is about 20 years back, meaning Pimon is about 280-290 in this. And he’s not wearing the iconic stripped tuxedo, instead this… weird kimono-trench coat-idfk thing. He still looks smashable as fuck tho <3

So to go over Chapter 22 in a single sentence: Noah massacres Pimon’s bodyguards in the middle of the night and picks a fight with Pimon right after. I’m not fucking kidding this is the entire fucking chapter. Noah what the actual fuck were you thinking?

So, first thing to notice is that Pimon does have the scars, the missing eyeball and the missing chunk of his ear, but not the wrinkles.

This is. Really fucking weird tbh. Is he really a demon? Does this mean demons develop wrinkles at their late 290’s?? Or is he an entirely different creature??? We know he’s 300 but we still don’t have a clear answer to wether he’s just a human with Arthur’s same condition, the actual Paimon from the Ars Goetia or something else and we should get a clear answer by the next few chapters but. This leaves more questions than answers

I’ll leave y’all to come to your own conclusions of this page idfk what’s going on here aside from that smirk that makes my neurons activate

Also, his cane is his weapon and he uses it like a sword. (His hands… hjshsjshuahshshshsh why did they make him this attractive)

And thats the end of this Pimon theory episode, folks! See y’all when the French translation is out, and now back to your regularly scheduled TWST reblogging and anti-radfem propaganda!!

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[ynscrazylife]

The Things I do for Love (Kate Bishop x Reader)

Request: “hi! could i make a kate x reader request where reader have to take care of lucky but lost the dog (maybe she leaves the door open?) and kate find out and freaks out but they find lucky very fluffy” by Anon

Summary: Y/N accidentally loses Lucky.

Request to be on a taglist (or multiple) here! (Taglists are at the end of the fic)

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“I have a favor to ask you.”

“Ooh! Wait, lemme get my book.”

“Your boo—huh?”

“I keep track of all the favors you ask of me so I can cash them in one day.”

The pause of silence tells Y/N that Kate is rolling her eyes.

“You don’t have a book.”

“Yes, I do, actually,” she says, and shuffling can be heard as Y/N opens her real book.

“Oh, my god.”

“Let’s see here,” Y/N pauses to flip to a new page, leaning over and grabbing a pen to scrawl out the date. “Okay! What’s the favor, dear?”

Kate scoffs, but smiles at the term of endearment regardless. “I need you to watch Lucky.”

A pause.

“You do know I’m allergic to dogs, right? Do you have a desire to kill me, your girlfriend?!”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“It’s life-threatening!”

“Take your medicine. You’ll be fine. Besides, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t really need you. Clint got tipped off about these evil dudes and he needs me. He actually said that. He never says that!”

Y/N sighs. “Can’t Jack watch him?”

“Out of town.”

The sigh turns into the groan. “Fine. When do you need me?”

“Uh, in like 15 minutes?”

“Oh my god, Kate. Man, the things I do for love.”

“Achoo!”

“You faked that, right? C’mon, you faked that,” Kate said, crossing her arms as she raised an eyebrow at her girlfriend, who was standing in front of her now-open door.

Y/N’s sly grin gave it away. “I couldn’t help it,” she said cheekily, giving Kate a peck on the lips as she waltzed her way into the apartment.

Lucky immediately ran up to her, and while Y/N instinctively leaned back to protect her allergies, she pet him regardless.

“Well, you two kids have fun. I gotta run — oh, hey, that rhymes!” Kate said, jogging over to the couch to grab her bow and arrows. As she passed her girlfriend, she wrapped her arm around Y/N’s waist, pulling her into a quick hug.

“I won’t be long!” Kate called as she headed towards the door.

Laughing because she knew that couldn’t be true, Y/N continued to pet Lucky. “Alright, love you!” She called back.

“Love you too!” Was the last thing Y/N heard before the door shut and locked behind the archer.

“Okay, Lucks, it’s just you and me,” Y/N murmured to the dog, who was wagging his tail happily. Y/N knelt on the ground, avoiding Lucky’s licks while playing with his floppy ears.

“You know, I wonder why Kate can’t just leave you alone—” she said, cutting herself off as she watched Lucky suddenly bolt, skidding to a halt at an empty pizza box, where he began pawing at it and gnawing at it — barking, too. “—Oh.”

“Lucky!” She whined, quickly following the dog and gently pulling him back from the box. He immediately turned around and, with a lot of energy, pushed Y/N down so she was on her back. He practically had a smile on his face as he licked her all over her face excitedly.

“Oh, no. Oh, lord,” Y/N said, trying in vain to get away from his licks while simultaneously grunting from his paws pounding into her chest and torso.

Her loud, uncontrollable sneeze became the thing to scare him off. Y/N took a deep breath, feeling the weight being lifted off of herself. “Wonderful. It’s started,” she muttered.

Deciding to rest on the floor for a couple minutes, she drifted out of the “zone” she had fallen into when she heard Lucky whimper. Looking over, she watched him scamper over to the door and paw at it relentlessly.

Sneezing again, Y/N picked some dog fur that he had shed from her shirt. “Alright, just gimme a sec,” she said, pulling herself up and to her feet. She grabbed the allergy medicine from her bag and then got a glass of water from the kitchen. Placing the pills on her tongue, she swallowed it with the water and cleaned up before grabbing Lucky’s leash.

Once she had it hooked to his collar, she grabbed her purse and opened the door. Once they were out, he practically yanked her in the direction of the elevator, giving Y/N little time to actually make sure the door was locked. Hiding a sigh, she thought to herself about how lucky Kate was — she was punny, wasn’t she? — and how she couldn’t wait to use this as an excuse to keep Kate from going on her nightly patrols.

About ten minutes into their walk and it was going alright. Lucky had stopped to pee once, thankfully for Y/N hadn’t gone number two, but he did pause at every little thing to sniff at it. And when he saw a dog? Well, the smaller ones he was just happy to see, but he barked at a bigger one. The only real snag was when his leash and another dog’s leash got tangled, and Y/N and the other person choreographed a strange dance to untangle them. She apologized profoundly and continued on.

But then — the universe decided to be a bitch. At the precise moment that Lucky saw a squirrel slinking around a tree, Y/N had to sneeze. In hindsight, he was too excited, and she was too distracted. Barking, he broke off in a run, tugging at the leash, catching Y/N off guard as she paused to turn and cover her sneeze. She lost her grip on the leash and Lucky was granted his freedom, darting after the squirrel. The squirrel — who had been minding his own business with a couple acorns stuffed in his mouth — saw Lucky and ran.

With it all happening so fast, it took Y/N a moment to realize that the leash was no longer in her hand and the golden blob she saw was the dog she was supposed to be walking. Her eyes widening, she broke off into a run, calling Lucky’s name and praying for him to stop.

Alas, he didn’t. Y/N did her best to keep eyes on him while avoiding the strangers going about their own days, but it wasn’t easy. She knocked into multiple people and ignored the rude comments that were thrown her way.

It wasn’t until she full-on collied with someone that she was literally knocked off her path. Having just gone from seeing ahead of herself to now looking at the pavement, her head whirled as dizziness passed over her. The sound of the person hastily apologizing and going about their day was muffled in her ears. By the time the dizziness passed and Y/N got her bearings, she looked up to see Lucky nowhere.

Which promptly sent her down another spiral.

Not even realizing that her flesh peeled with scrapes and blood, Y/N stumbled to her feet and set off in the last direction she had seen him. She called his name at the top of her lungs, the repeating words coming out as strangled cries. People gave her odd looks as they passed, but she paid them no mind. Nothing else concerned her but finding this dog, as she recalled how distraught Kate would be if Lucky was lost. She couldn’t bare to see her girlfriend sad and knowing that it was her fault? Nausea hiked up her throat at the image.

She searched for a good thirty minutes until she figured she should head back to Kate’s apartment. After-all, what if he got bored of the squirrel and came back there? He may be a pizza dog but he was smart . . . Kind of. Upon her arrival, she brushed away the doorman’s concern and plopped herself in a seat in the lobby. She didn’t know how long she sat there, staring out the windows with a sliver of hope, until the doorman told her that her phone was ringing.

Scrambling to retrieve it, she almost considered hanging up when she saw Kate was calling. But, knowing that that wasn’t an option, she picked up the phone. “H-hello?” She said.

Kate, oblivious to the nervous stutter, greeted her with: “Hey! The mission ended up being a lot quicker than we expected. I’m heading back home now, I hope you guys had fun!”

That was it. Hearing the brunette’s cherry voice and knowing that her happiness was soon to be crushed, Y/N broke down in sobs. She struggled to breath through it, and that resulted in half-tears, half-wheezes.

“Y/N? Y/N, what’s wrong?” Kate said, her tone immediately changing. Picking up the worry only made Y/N cry harder, and on the other side of the phone Kate did her best to remain patient. She waited it out with Y/N until she was able to form coherent words and sentences.

“I’m — so — sorry! I — didn’t — mean to! I-I lost Lucky. I sneezed and he saw a squirrel and ran and I lost my grip and I ran after him but I couldn’t find him so I came back to see if he came back but he didn’t and—and—” she gasped.

The brief pause of silence felt like a knife stabbing her. In those 15 seconds, Y/N’s fears practically exploded. She curled in on herself, turning away from the doorman, seeking the tiniest bit of privacy. (Thankfully, he had enough tact to pretend that he was busy.)

“Oh-okay. It’s not your fault, Y/N. I’ll find him. Just stay there in case he comes back, like you said,” Kate’s voice finally came after what felt like an agonizing eternity. Her words were slow, still recovering from the shock of the news.

Y/N couldn’t explain why, but now she just felt worse. She wasn’t sure what she expected Kate to say, and figured that any reaction would have resulted in the guilt weighing on her like it did now. “Alright. Alright. I love you. I’m sorry.”

Kate returned the “I love you”, but it was clear that she wasn’t paying too much attention. Y/N let her hang up and still kept the phone pressed to her ear, even when she heard the dial tone.

When she heard Lucky’s barks 20 minutes later, Y/N nearly fell off her seat. Her head whipped up, a grin breaking out as she allowed the dog to run at her and jump on her, covering her face with slobbery licks. She sneezed a couple times from it, but didn’t mind at all.

“I’m so happy you found him,” she said, tears springing into her eyes. She looked up to see Kate, standing in front of her a little disheveled but otherwise fine, wearing a huge grin. Y/N opened her mouth to continue her seemingly endless apologies, but was interrupted.

“Before you say anything, it’s fine. Really. I know you didn’t mean to lose him,” Kate said, cupping Y/N’s chin and tilting her head up so she could give her girlfriend a much-needed kiss.

Pulling back, Kate — for the first time — took in Y/N’s appearance. Her eyes widened when she saw the cuts and dried blood and she knelt down in front of Y/N. “Babe, what happened?!”

Following Kate’s gaze, Y/N blinked in surprise when she saw her hands and torn knees. “Oh. I guess it must have happened when I fell. Someone bumped into me when I was running after Lucky — Or I bumped into them,” she said, doing her best to recall the event.

“You poor thing,” Kate murmured, peppermint kisses on all of the cuts. Y/N’s face heated up with blushes. “The two of you have had a long day, huh?” She paused to scratch Lucky behind his ear. “Let’s get you guys upstairs.”

Feeling calm now, Y/N stood up and walked alongside Kate and Lucky to the elevators. Within minutes, they were inside Kate’s apartment. Kate unhooked the leash from Lucky’s dollar and urged Y/N to go relax, which she latter had no problem doing. She sat down on the couch, watching her girlfriend retrieve a mini first aid kit from her bathroom’s cabinet.

“I don’t think this is necessary,” Y/N commented through a giggle as Kate sat down next to her and pulled out alcohol wipes and bandaids.

“Nonsense, it could get infected,” Kate argued cheekily, smirking as she rubbed Y/N’s cuts with the wipes and then slapped bandaids over them. “There we go. All better.”

Thanking Kate, Y/N let herself lean back against the pillows. “Once again, I’m sorry,” she apologized, her eyes drifting over to where Lucky was playing with a toy on the floor. As if he could understand them, he stopped and climbed onto the couch, making himself comfortable behind Y/N’s head. Y/N hesitated for a moment before she leaned her head against Lucky’s fur, allowing herself to relax.

“Once again, it’s fine,” Kate replied, a little mockingly but all in good fun. She pat Y/N’s knee as they shared a smile.

“How was the mission?” Y/N asked, sniffing a bit from the allergies.

“It was easy, but fun. It was nice to kick some guys’ butts again,” Kate answered, recalling her fights with a proud smile. Hearing Y/N sniffle, she pouted, scooting closer to her girlfriend. “Did you take your allergy medicine?”

“Earlier I did, yeah. It’s okay, Kate. My allergies will get used to him,” Y/N said nonchalantly.

Kate hummed in slight disagreement but decided not to press the matter. “Thank you for taking care of him today,” she said.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “But I—”

“Thank you. What you said before — about the things you do for love — it was right. You’re amazing,” Kate interrupted, leaning forward to kiss Y/N (partly doing so before she could argue).

Smiling, Y/N kissed back, cupping Kate’s cheek in her hand and enjoying the peacefulness and the happiness that radiated endlessly between them.

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[gotnofucks]

Going Against Nature

Pairing: dark!alpha!Steve x reader, dark!alpha!Bucky x reader

Summary: Steve and Bucky would change the laws of nature if that’s what would take to make you theirs. 

or

Steve and Bucky don’t like it when you smell like Peter Parker.

Words: 4.9k

Warnings: NON-CON, breeding kink, smut, FORCED BONDING, poor Peter, language, violence, 18+ ONLY

A/N: Peter is an adult!!

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You knew something was off the moment you entered your house. Energy crackled in air as you moved in, the smell in the air absolutely Alpha, and that made no sense since you were a beta. Three different alpha scents overlapped each other, but you recognized only Peter’s, your best friend’s. You crossed the hall to your living room, your dagger in your hand. Peter’s scent was emanating such fear as you had never sensed before, and you would kill anyone who harmed a hair on his head.

You turned the last corner and entered the living room, stopping short in your tracks at the sight that met your eyes. You rushed forward, the dagger falling from your hand as you knelt in front of Peter, bloodied and tied to a chair in the center of the room.

“Peter! Oh my god, what happened Peter?” You asked, your hands cupping his puffed face. His eyes were swollen shut, a groan escaping his lips when your cold hands met his feverish skin.

“Y/n…” It seemed as if it took all his energy to whisper your name and you heart broke seeing your best friend this way.

“Hey hey, calm down. I’m here, I am gonna let you out of these ropes. Pete! Keep your eyes open!” You patted his cheek, making his eyes flutter. It took him a moment to focus on your worried face but when his eyes locked on yours, anguish and panic filled them.

“Y/n, no! Go away, run. They are here. GO!” Peter shouted, struggling in the ropes as if he just wanted to push you away from here.

“Peter, what are you talking about. Lemme cut these ropes.” You turned back to get your dagger but found it missing. Your brow furrowed, you remembered dropping it when you rushed to Peter.

“Run” Peter croaked and you looked at him over your shoulder, your body stiffening as what Peter had said finally clicked.

They are here

Whoever had hurt him was still in your house. Two alphas. You could smell their scent, somewhat familiar but you couldn’t remember exactly whom. As a Beta you didn’t pay much attention to alphas, other than those closest to you. But these must be two very strong alphas to have hurt Peter, an enhanced avenger.

You stood up cautiously, eyes scanning every part of the room. You weren’t an avenger but a trained analyst and could hold your own. Blood stained your furniture, the TV console disturbed and the small knickknacks you decorated your house with strewn about. Clear signs of struggle. You took in the two glasses sitting on your table, the dirt staining your otherwise clean rug and the disturbed cushions on the couch.  Whoever they were, they made themselves home. And they hurt Peter.

“I know you are here, come out. You know I am unarmed, so there really is no reason to hide.” You called out loud, your voice strong despite the heaviness in your heart. Anyone who could do that to Peter would very easily take you down. You crept back towards Peter, eyes still taking every inch of your house even as your hand touched his cheek. Peter whimpered, in pain or concern you didn’t know.

“Hold on for me Pete, I’m gonna get us out of here. No one’s gonna hurt you on my watch.” You told him, not even sure if he was following what you said.

When no one emerged for a couple of minutes, you wondered if it will be safe running to your kitchen to get another weapon, or the gun that you hid in your bedroom. You didn’t have time to think over why anyone would harm Peter in your house of all places. When you worked with Shield and the avengers, shit happened for no reason at all. You took a risk and turned your back to the door, kneeling before Peter again. You tested the ropes with your hands and huffed when you found them tight.

“Hey Pete, can’t you hear me? I’m here with you, all right? You just hold on for me sweetie.” Your voice cracked just a little over the pathetic whimper that escaped Peter’s mouth. You were just a little older to him, and you knew no one who would harm such a sweetheart as him. Your hand pushed his hair away from his forehead, soft over the cuts that littered his body.

“You may wanna stop touching him now, cupcake.” A voice behind you called suddenly and you whipped around, stance wide and protective in front of Peter. Before you could even say anything, your eyes widened in shock.

“Sargent Barnes?” You sputtered, absolutely not expecting him to be here. But then you sniffed the air, and his scent filled your lungs, and you finally realized why it was familiar. You worked in the same tower as him, sometimes directly with him. And if he was here, then the other scent must belong to –

“Hello Y/n, how are you?” Captain America asked, appearing from behind Bucky.

“I – what? You both?” You brain had short circuited. You thought they would be the people you would report this to, not the ones responsible for it.

“Sorry for the mess, cupcake. But Spidey-boy here gave us a good fight.” Bucky remarked, his head cocked to the side.

Anger and fear rose like bile in your chest, your face heating with emotion.

“You hurt him! Why?”

Steve ambled towards you and you shifted, your body angling in a way to hide Peter from their sight. He stopped in his tracks, brows raising and eyes narrowing.

“Don’t come near him, let us leave.” You hoped your voice was commanding but seeing Steve fold his arms across his chest in annoyance your confidence crumbled.

“No need to get so defensive cupcake. The kid’s been asking for it for ages.” Bucky scoffed, still standing between you and the exit.

“He – he is a kid. The nicest goddamn person I know. Why would you hurt him?” You questioned, your guard on. Any small sign of movement and you were ready to fight.

“Why?” Steve gave a humorless laugh. “Because he’s been stinking you up with his scent. We can’t go a day without you smelling like him, his scent clinging all over you.”

Your jaw almost dropped to the ground. What the fuck? “Excuse me?”

“Sweetie, you can’t go smelling like another alpha. We don’t like it, and we thought we needed to have a talk with the kid about it. Man to man, you know. But unfortunately, he didn’t agree with our thoughts. Poor boy thought he’d be able to fight us for your honor”

Steve’s word hit your heart like a dagger, and you stumbled back closer to Peter. You didn’t know what the fuck was happening, but it didn’t seem to be faring well for you. Steve and Bucky seemed to have lost their fucking minds, and you needed to escape. Go someone far, maybe find Tony Stark and let him know that his teammates beat up his protégé.

“I don’t understand,” You fretted.

“I’ll explain if you move away from the boy and come here. We won’t hurt you, you gotta believe me cupcake.” Bucky promised coming forward and held out his hand for you.

You shook your head and your hands found Peter who was almost unconscious with blood loss now. Steve growled when your hands stayed on Peter’s shoulders and Bucky tensed.

“The kid is suffering sweetie. You don’t want him to die, do you? Come here, and we’ll treat him. Get those cuts bandaged and some pain killers in his body. Sounds good?” Steve asked.

You looked at Peter and squeezed his shoulder. He groaned and your heart gave away. You nodded to Steve, and Bucky came forward again, his hand held out. You took it slowly and Bucky drew you closer to himself, taking you away from Peter. Your eyes followed Steve who was across the room now with a medical bag in hand, antiseptic wipes and butterfly strips spread before him.

“Please don’t hurt him, he’s my best friend.” You said softly and Bucky’s hand wrapped around your waist. You stiffened as he moved in your space and sniffed at your neck.

“We won’t hurt him anymore cupcake,” Bucky assured you. “But we gotta get his smell off you. The longer it stays on you, the more I wanna kill him.”

You peered into Bucky’s face, acutely aware of Steve tending to Peter’s wounds from the corner of your eyes.

“What’s happening here? I don’t understand why you’re doing whatever you’re doing. You’re supposed to be the good guys” You said and heard Steve chuckling.

“We are the good guys, but we get mad when teenage guys who can’t even grow a beard start touching what doesn’t belong to them. He put his hands on you, on what’s ours. We couldn’t let that go, not when he refused to stop seeing you.”

Your nose scrunched in confusion and fear. You were not stupid enough to try and fight them. You were an analyst because you could judge a situation and how dangerous it is. Right now, your odds of getting away with Peter were next to none, especially with him in such a delicate condition. However, you still didn’t understand what they meant.

“I don’t belong to you. You can’t claim me” You countered; your eyes now trained on Peter who flinched with every swipe of medicine.

“Can’t we?” Bucky whispered right in your ears making you shiver at the close proximity. You placed a hand on his chest and pushed, but he barely even moved.

“Of course, you can’t. I am not an omega. You…you both are alphas. You can’t claim a beta.”

Bucky and Steve looked at each other knowingly and shared a small, secret laugh. Bucky had maneuvered himself behind you now, both arms holding yours and securing them in front of you. His chin rested on your head, the slight stubble grazing your neck.

“You’re not an omega yet.” Bucky told you and hugged you to himself and your breath sharpened.  

Steve finished patching Peter up and you were thankful he had been honest and gentle. He offered him some water from a glass and Peter gulped it greedily, also swallowing the pills Steve offered. His eyes were now open, and he looked at you across the room in Bucky’s arms with sadness in his eyes.

“I am so sorry Y/n, I should have done better to protect you.” He apologized and your eyes filled with tears. You wanted to run across in his arms, sooth his fears like you’d done so many times before.

“She’s not yours to protect kid, I thought we made it clear.” Steve grunted in displeasure and Peter scowled at him. Even tied up and at their mercy with wounds still dripping slowly, he managed to convey anger and hatred in his glance. Not an ounce of fear in his eyes and you knew if he were free, he’d be standing before you, being your shield.

“Mr. Stark was right when he said you are dangerous. When you believe something is right you never consider the consequences or the lives you’ll harm. You are no hero Captain, and I am sorry I ever considered you one.” Peter spat and you almost smiled.

Steve looked at Peter with a smirk on his face and then walked towards you and Bucky. He stopped right in front of you, looking Peter dead in his eyes before dipping down and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. You struggled in Bucky’s arm, whining under Steve’s lips that didn’t let up until you were almost out of oxygen. He pulled back and you gasped, eyes stinging due to his assault.

“Doesn’t matter what you feel kid, ‘cause we got our girl in our arms while you’re tied up helpless.” Steve taunted.

“Please, I don’t know what you want. You can’t have me. I am a beta.” You sobbed.

Steve cupped your face and rubbed his nose to yours, cooing at you. Bucky was still holding you to himself and you could feel his hardness against your back.

“Baby, we know you are not an omega. At least not yet. But you are ours, and we have a solution. Don’t we Buck?” Steve said and you felt Bucky nod. Your eyes desperately locked on Peter’s, both of you feeling helpless.

Bucky handed you into Steve’s embrace and pulled out of his pocket a small metal case. Flipping it open he drew out a syringe filled to brim with some blue drug. Your gut clenched in fear as you looked at it, already knowing you didn’t’ want this thing anywhere near you.

“Don’t look so scared cupcake, it’s very safe. Hydra used to use it all the time, but we still had Bruce check this out and he says its safe.” Bucky said to you and you shifted in Steve’s arms.

“Dr Banner is involved with you?” You choked out. You always liked him, and this betrayal of trust cut even deeper.

“Oh, he doesn’t know this is for you. He’s a mad scientist who would research anything in the name of science. Don’t really care much about the consequences, do they?” Bucky mused. “You don’t need to worry much; it won’t hurt for long. One dose and your dynamic will start shifting. You’ll be an omega soon enough.”

Both Peter and you started at the news and your struggles renewed.

“Please don’t do this to me. Why are you doing this? You could have literally any omega out there who will be proud to have you as her alphas.” You cried and Steve shushed you like a mother does to her baby, his hand caressing your head gently.

“We don’t want them, we want you. You are strong and beautiful and a perfect fit for us. You’ll be a great mate and mother to our pups.” Steve said.

Your eyes blurred with tears, body feeling exhausted from your useless struggles. Peter was shuffling around in the chair to no avail. You felt corner and trapped, and you felt useless as an analyst. No part of your training could prepare you for a forced transformation at the hands of the strongest alphas on the planet who wanted to mate you.

“You don’t have to do this. There is a reason nature made me a beta. You can’t do this to me.” You sobbed in Steve’s chest and your tears seeped into his shirt.

“Cupcake, nature makes mistakes. Steve and I were supposed to die seventy years ago, yet look at us now, still alive. You are meant to be ours, our girl, our mate. And we’ll correct nature’s mistakes.”

You shouted as Bucky injected the syringe into your squirming body without warning, your screams of pain mixing with Peter’s protests. Liquid fire raced through your veins and you writhed, losing all control and senses. All you felt was heat and pain, starting from your toes to your head. You could hear your heart threatening to burst out of your chest, your throat raw from your screams. It was never ending, the inferno that was running across your body, changing your biology in its wake. Your every cell seemed to light up and turn itself inside out, your skin crawling. You scratched at yourself and your hands were held down along with your legs, eyes wide open and yet not seeing anything.

You didn’t know if it lasted minutes or days, the pain setting in your bones. Your surrounding was the same and yet the world had changed. You were shivering uncontrollably, sobbing incessantly, and crying out gibberish. Your eyes slowly focused as pain started dissipating bit by bit, your heart thumping irregularly and fast. You were on the floor of your living room, body held immobile with someone’s weight. You whined and they stirred, getting off you and suddenly you were sitting, a glass of water thrust in your face. You gulped it down, the cool liquid doing little to sooth the burn that still simmered deep inside you.

As you breathed, you suddenly gagged and heard someone moving around you. You were choking on air, the scents in the room smothering you. Your new formed omega senses picked up the spicy tangs of alphas and it made you dizzy. Someone was calling your name, yet it was all you could do to keep breathing and not faint again.

“Open the goddamn windows! She’s overwhelmed!” Someone shouted and soon fresh air breezed inside, easing your discomfort a bit. You held your chest, curling in on yourself and breathed deeply.

“Use your mouth to breath sweetie”

You did as commanded and eventually your breathing got easier. You sat with your head between your folded knees for a long time, trying to remember what happened. After what felt like forever, you gazed up and around you, coming face to face with three worried alphas.

“Y/n?” The young alpha tied to the chair called. You looked at him. You knew him, and the others too. Steadily your memories came back, and your eyes filled with tears, and you form shook as heart wrenching sobs wracked your body. Bucky crawled to you and very slowly reached out, his arm curling around your shoulder. You wanted to push him off, curse him away but your body instinctively leaned into him, seeking his warmth and protection.

“Shh cupcake, I got you. I got you baby” He whispered and kissed your hair.

Another pair of arms wrapped around you; a head tucked into your neck. Steve rubbed soothing circled in your sides, his breath washing over you. You were cocooned in their warmth and drenched in their scent, the nature of your biology bending to their wills and calming your racing heart. Soon enough your sobs turn to little sniffles and Bucky wiped your nose with the hem of his t-shirt.

“That’s it, omega, you’re doing so good. Just breath. We’re right here.” Steve said in your ear and you quivered at the timber of his voice.

You gradually raised your head up and the two alphas shifted a little to allow you space. Your eyes darted around your house as if seeing it for the first time, unintentionally falling on things you would need for your nest. Most of all, your eyes set on Peter who looked at you in both pain and wonder.

“Pete?” Your voice was broken, and you saw his eyes close, two streams of tear travelling down his face.

“I am so sorry” He said, helpless and feeling like a failure. He had failed his best friend, the one person who loved him unconditionally.

You heard two growls and two sets of arms on you. Bucky and Steve were baring their teeth at Peter, their bodies ready to attack. You made a pleading noise in your throat and they both looked at you, softening.

“Don’t hurt him” You begged.

Steve pulled you closer and buried his head in your neck, scenting you. His chest rumbled beneath your hand and he purred at your scent filled his lungs.

“Oh god, her scent Buck.” He mumbled, his nose tracing your jugular and Bucky joined in. They took their time with it, rubbing their cheek and neck all over you.

You were feeling overwhelmed, your omega body not used to the sudden flood of emotions and smell. Every nerve ending in your body was taut with tension and your every sense was enhanced by ten times. Their purrs washed over you, and the vibration of their body sent bolts across your spine that settled between your legs. You squeezed your thighs as you felt wetness coat your pussy, your temperature rising. Your body flushed, your scent getting heavier while you started panting. You didn’t need to be an omega to know what was happening, you’d seen it happen to plenty omegas before. You were like a young omega who had just presented and was undergoing her first heat.

Your scent wafted across the room and all the way through the house and you clenched your fist tight, nails digging into your palms. Pain such as you had never know bloomed in your abdomen, cramping your muscles and making you cry out.

“Y/n, what’s happening to her?” Peter shouted and you reached out a hand to him, body too exhausted and dazed to move much. Steve glowered and took your hand in his, the heat in your body burning his like a furnace.

“She’s in heat” Bucky rasped, his voice husky with arousal. Your heat was so powerful that it was sending them into an early rut. He moaned when his tongue swiped across your scent glands, tasting you. “Our omega”

“Ours for taking, ours for filling. You’ll take our mark and our pups” Steve vowed and you cried out when you felt both their hands roaming your body. You wanted to move away, tell them no but your body was at odds with your mind. You were vulnerable under their hands, your presentation craving their touch even as your mind told you to run. You convulsed under the feeling of their hands over your clothed breast and ass, moaning loud into the air. You had no control over your actions, and you let them paw at you unwillingly.

“Don’t touch her! Leave her alone!” Peter shouted and the three of you came out of your trances, having completely forgotten that he was here. You stared into his eyes, and he saw in them what you really felt. Your scent surrounded him and with your gaze locked on him, he squirmed.

“Look at that Steve, the kid wants our omega. You see cupcake, your best friend is getting hard seeing you being handled by us” Bucky almost sang, his hands tweaking your nipples through your shirt and you wheezed out a moan.

“See and learn kid, how to take your woman. And when you do that, know this is the only time you’ll see her this way. She’s ours and by the time this night is over, she’ll be proudly wearing our mark.” Steve said, deftly unbuttoning your shirt.

Peter and you kept looking at each other, Steve and Bucky stripping you down bare. You were too far gone to feel embarrassed at being naked in the plain view of three men. Bucky touched your tummy, rubbing his hands over your skin that made you close your eyes in pleasure. Steve’s mouth found your nipples, licking and sucking with vengeance while Bucky kissed you. You never stood a chance against them, your body dictating your every move. You kissed back and bucked against their bodies, sweat collecting where your bodies touched. Your voice rose an octave higher when Bucky’s metal hand reached between your thighs, his cold fingers collecting your slick and spreading it around you.

“Oh cupcake, look how wet you are. Look how pretty you are all spread out for us.” He groaned in your mouth.

Steve who was just done sucking a hickey below your collarbone shimmied down your body, nestling himself between your thighs. His lust blown eyes met yours and the intensity in them made your walls flutter. Maintaining the eye contact, he licked a broad strip with the flat of his tongue and you jerked under him, back arching with sensations going around your body like fireworks.

Bucky took of your hand and wrapped it around his cock, showing you how to pump it. You never noticed him getting naked, nor did you care. Steve was ruining your cunt with his talented tongue, swirling it in circles around your clit while two of his fingers delved in your heat. The coil in you stretched to breaking point, finally snapping when Bucky bit down on your nipple causing you to howl your release in the air. Steve rubbed you gently, bringing you down from your high, his face covered in your juices and you clenched hard.

To your surprise Steve leaned over you and pulled Bucky into a dirty French kiss, sharing your taste with him. Bucky fisted his hair, his tongue moving in and out of Steve’s mouth and the sight only made you hotter.

“So, this is what heaven tastes like” he muttered, and you whimpered. Steve was taking off his shirt and Bucky took his time pumping his fingers into you, stretching you open. “Gotta loosen you up for both of us cupcake. You need to be nice and stretchy to take out knot.”

You never realized you were fondling your own breasts, trying to find relief from the heat that was centered in your core. You needed them to fill you, stuff you until you couldn’t take it anymore. You saw Bucky look at his arousal coated hands that glistened.

“Steve, we have been so cruel. Look at the poor kid” He said, and you and Steve looked at Peter who was in agony. His eyes were large and locked on you, both sorry and aroused.

“Give him a taste Buck, because he will never get the chance again.” Steve said, now naked and stroking his large cock. Bucky got on his knees and moved closer to Peter, his wet fingers right before Peter’s lips. Your mouth was parted in surprise, a strangled sound escaping you as Peter leaned down to pull Bucky’s fingers in his mouth and sucked. His eyes closed at your taste and you found yourself burning more than ever.

“Please” you begged, to all of them.

“She liked it Steve, look at our girl. You like him getting a taste of you? That make you hot, cupcake?” Bucky teased you and you nodded.

“She needs our knot Bucky; she looks like she’ll combust. You want us sweetie? Tell me how much you want us” Steve ordered, straddling your lower half, his hard cock right over your entrance. He brushed it over your swollen clit, collecting your juices and covering himself in them.

“Need your cock alphas. I need you inside me. Please” You had no dignity left and you were crying as you begged. Steve aligned himself and pushed inside slowly, your body welcoming him.

“Oh god, look at you sweetie, so perfect for me. Look how you suck me inside your cunt and clench hard like you don’t want me to leave.”

He began thrusting, his cock hitting you in that special spot that made your breath hitch and eyes roll. You clawed at the rug, your nails digging inside as you gave moan after moan.

“Open up cupcake” Bucky ordered, his cock slapping your cheek. You opened up and he went straight in, sitting still for a moment to let you adjust. They thrusted in you in a rhythm, pushing and pulling in perfect sync. Steve played with your bud and your whines vibrated up Bucky’s cock so that he fucked your face harder.

“Just like that honey, just like that. Mine. Ours”

Your second orgasm came suddenly and took your breath, and your walls clamped so hard on Steve that he cursed loudly before absolutely letting go and thrusting like a demon in you.

“Gonna give you my knot, gonna make you round with my pups. God you feel so good baby”

He jerked inside you, his knot swelling at the base and stretching you until you felt it would tear you apart. Heat bloomed in your womb, and Steve’s release coated your walls as the same time that Bucky came down your throat.

“Oh cupcake, you are so so good.” Bucky said, his hand caressing your hair. He held you body in his arms, tangling his legs with Steve and yours. You were still locked together with Steve, his knot holding his cum inside. “Gonna fill you up with my seed after Stevie is done. Gonna knot you my little omega.”

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The night was long and strenuous, your body bent into shapes you didn’t know it could take. Bucky and Steve knotted you multiple times and your addled mind welcome them each time. Peter looked at your union with them in desolation, sitting in his ruined pants. He had come in his pants, not being able to help himself. He wouldn’t meet your eyes but when Bucky let him taste you again, he opened his mouth like an obedient pet.

You were sleeping soundly before the couch, a temporary nest of blankets and your alphas’ clothes around you. Two fresh marks decorated your neck, sealing your fate with Steve and Bucky. They knew the true battle would begin once you came out of your heat stupor, but they can handle you together. You belonged to them. They had claimed you against what nature said. You were theirs.

“That’s how you take a girl kid.” Bucky said as he cut Peter free finally. The poor boy was both mentally and physically exhausted and Steve had to steady him lest he fall.

“You won’t look at her again will you?” Steve asked and Peter shook his head in dejection. He had failed you and your friendship. He was to be blamed. As if Steve read his mind, he patted his back gently. “It’s not your fault. It’s not anyone’s fault. She was meant to be ours regardless of everything that happened. I am sorry about how the evening went, but if it were your mate you would understand.”

Peter’s shoulders slumped and he had no more tears to lose. He looked pleadingly at them.

“Don’t hurt her, please. She doesn’t deserve that.” He said.

Bucky smiled at Peter is assurance.

“We look after our own, kid. She’ll be fine”

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[cloudy-minded-idiot]

closing time

pairing: Natasha Romanoff x female reader (kinda?)

warning: mentions of blood, a probably very inaccurate description of a wound being treated (lemme know if I should add anything else)

word count: around 3,000

a/n: wrote this before bed last night and edited it this morning. feedback would be appreciated, just pls don’t be too hard on me, since it’s the first fic i’m posting on here. i have a vague idea for a second part if anyone’s interested.

summary: a wounded stranger stumbles into your life one night, and you find yourself helping her out despite your better instincts.

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It was a slow night for a change. The last customer had left half an hour ago. An elderly man who had only bought two packs of cigarettes and some strawberry mint gum to go along with it. He was a regular, came in at least once a week, always bought the same thing. The kind of customer you enjoyed after a long day: quiet and quick to leave.  

You were all set to lock up for the day. All you could do now was wait for your shift to actually be over. A difficult thing for someone who was inherently impatient and had nothing to distract herself with. Your phone had died halfway through the day, and you had finished your book sometime around lunch. Any other night, you would at least have your co-worker or your boss to chat with, but Mr. Douglas had left early today. Something about his in-laws coming to visit. You hadn't question it.

A glance at the clock. Ten more minutes. With a sigh, you closed your eyes, just listening to the ticking sound. For a while, you counted along. It was calming. Almost enough to lull you to sleep. Not that that took a lot, you were pretty tired after all. You had long lost track of the seconds gone by when, in between the rhythmical tik-tok, a  shrill bell chimed. The one above the entrance you knew all too well.  

You had to suppress an annoyed sigh. Last-minute customers.

Whatever complaint you had on your mind was quickly replaced by utter shock when you opened your eyes. In, through the drugstore-door, staggered a woman with fiery red hair, covered head to toe in dirt. Bruises lined her face, and she kept one hand pressed to her abdomen in a futile attempt to stop blood from seeping out of a wound. Little droplets fell to the floor despite her efforts, marking her path to the counter.  

"Holy shit!" you breathed out, eyes probably wide as saucers. You continued dumbly, "I think you need to see a doctor."

An understatement, to be sure. If her sickly pale complexion was anything to go by, she was sure to keel over sooner rather than later.

The redhead shook her head determinedly, a pain-stricken look on her face.  

"No doctor. No hospital. Just need some medical supplies," her remark was accompanied by her slamming crumpled dollar bills on the counter.

"O-kay," you said slowly, leaving the counter and taking her by the elbow, "I'll get you your supplies, but you seriously need to sit down."  

You opened the door to the break room, guiding her to a chair that she more or less collapsed onto. She winced in pain, and you stayed a moment to make sure she was all set before hurrying back out. In a frenzy, you jogged along the shelves, mentally trying to create a list of supplies she could need. Rubbing alcohol, a first aid kit, scissors, tweezers. You also grabbed some painkillers and a bottle of water on your way back.  

Dumping all the supplies on the round wooden lunch table, you watched her nervously as she started to cut off parts of her shirt to get better access to the wound. Almost instinctively, you grabbed the trash can holding it out for her to dump the blood-soaked fabric into.  

"Water," she croaked out in between painful gasps, "Need to…rinse the wound." 

Mutely, you nodded. Rummaging through the cabinet of the small old-fashioned kitchen counter until you found a big bowl and filled it up. Dipping a towel into the lukewarm water, you knelt in front of the woman.  

"Let me do it. You need to save your strength."

She looked like she wanted to object, but, in the end, she gave you a curt nod. There was a lot of blood. You did your best not to irritate the wound too much. By the time you were finished, the water itself was a deep crimson. She had closed her eyes, sweat covering her brow. She grabbed you by the sleeve of your shirt when you tried to stand up, holding you in place.  

"Now with alcohol," she told you. Your eyes flickered to the bottle on the table.

You hesitate. Swallowing the lump in your throat.

"Are you sure?"

"Do it," the redhead commanded, eyes still closed. She let go of your arm then, returning hers to the armrest of the chair. Her fingers left behind bloody prints.  

You obeyed her order, wincing along with her in sympathy as you pressed the alcohol-drenched cloth to her wound. You could only imagine how much it must sting. Her grip on the armrests tightened until her knuckles turned white. When you were done, she inspected the wound, eyes narrowed to see in the dim light of the fluorescent lamps. A long silence stretched between you two. She looked up, meeting your gaze for the first time. Her eyes were a mix of greens with little specks of grey thrown in. Under different circumstances, you might have admired them a little longer. They were quite beautiful.

"Can you sew?"  

You nod slowly, sensing where she was going with this and not liking it one bit.  

It took a while to find sewing supplies. Taking deep breaths, you willed your hands to stop shaking and followed her murmured instructions. Put on latex gloves, sterilize the needle and thread. She sounded very calm as she explained how to make the first stitch, didn't even flinch when the needle pricked her skin. It helped calm you down a little.  

By the time you cut off the excess thread, you found yourself unable to recall doing any of the other stitches. The rush of the moment made the procedure seem to pass faster than it probably did in reality. She eyed your handiwork for a moment before giving a small nod of approval, a faint, exhausted smile tugging at her lips.  

“Not bad for a rookie.”  

“Thanks,” you breathed out, already preoccupied with sifting through the first aid kit.

Wrapping the wound was much more your forte. The redhead leaned back in the chair once you finished, washing some painkillers down with a big gulp from the water bottle. With the adrenaline wearing down, you felt as exhausted as she looked. Leaning back against the table leg, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, your body relaxing as your apprehension lessened little by little.

You took a couple of moments to mentally catch up to what just happened, processing the sheer craziness of it all. Your brain was brimming with questions. Who was she?  Who hurt her? Why didn’t she get professional help? They were on the tip of your tongue. But the woman passed out before you had the chance to ask her anything.  

With tremulous hands, you cleaned the store for the second time that evening, wiping up blood from the floor, the chair, and the table. You discarded the rags with the rest of the used supplies. All the while, you checked on her multiple times, unable to shake the fear she might die right then and there. She looked unnaturally pale, but her pulse continued to drum rhythmically, her chest kept rising and falling with every breath she took.  

What now? Should you call the cops? The hospital? She seemed pretty set on not getting any authorities involved. Perhaps with good reason?  

You resolved to find out tomorrow, hoping you would not grow to regret it. Slinging one of her arms over your shoulder, you lifted her up and carried her bridal style, mindful of her injury. She wasn't too heavy, but you still were glad you had had the foresight to park your car nearby. After making sure she was safely strapped into the passenger seat, you went back and finally closed up the shop.

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The next morning, you were woken up by some clattering sounds coming from your living room. With a groan, you forced yourself out of your bed and stumbled through the door into the next room. The redhead was walking around in the dim light, rummaging through your drawers and dropping things left and right. You watched, for a moment, too perplexed to say anything as you rubbed your eyes tiredly.

“Shouldn’t you be resting or something?” you ask, voice rough from sleep. It was still way too early to be awake. You had thought the pain killers would help her sleep for a couple of hours more. Looks like you were wrong.

“Later,” she muttered just loud enough for you to hear. Crouching down, she opened the bottom drawer of the tv cabinet and pulled out some DVDs you had stored there, only pausing to look at the title of one of them with a smirk.

“Is this not a kids' movie?”

You had no idea what she was looking at, but you crossed your arms, feeling a bit offended anyway. Blame your lack of sleep for making you a little sensitive.

“Do you make it a habit to judge the movie taste of people who were gracious enough to let you stay in their home overnight?”

The woman didn’t answer verbally, just put the movie back and closed the drawer again. She turned to face you, her expression turning serious all of a sudden as if only now remembering where she was and how she got here in the first place. She looked apprehensive, taking a couple of steps in your direction.

“Does anyone else know I’m here?” her voice conveyed a sense of urgency, eyes staring into yours imploringly. Confused, you just shook your head. 

Her shoulders relaxed a little.

“Good,” she nodded, her attention already returning to her little scavenger hunt.

The redhead walked across the room, sifting through your kitchen cabinet next.

You sighed, picking up a couple of things she had knocked over in the living room and putting them back in their proper place. Every few seconds, you would glance at her from afar. She was still wearing the outfit she had on when she came into the drugstore. With her unconscious, you hadn’t seen any way of getting her into some new clothes, at least not without possibly irritating her wound or waking her up. She could surely use something clean to wear. Her current attire was dirtied and bloody, not to mention that her shirt now looked like a makeshift crop top since she had cut off parts of it last night.

“You know, if you just told me what you’re looking for you wouldn’t have to make such a mess of my apartment,” you winced as one of your spice shakers fell out of the cupboard and landed on the stove just as you finished speaking. Luckily, nothing broke.

The woman paused mid-motion, still on her tiptoes, body halfway turned towards you.  

“A radio. An old one preferably.”

Frowning, you picked up and folded the blanket she had discarded on the floor in front of your couch.  

“What for?”

The redhead eyed you for a moment, hesitant and unsure whether you could be trusted. In the end, she kept quiet, ruling against explaining herself. You reluctantly accepted her decision, tossing the folded blanket back on the couch cushion in resignation.

“I should have an old radio alarm clock somewhere in my wardrobe. Will that do?”  

It took you a couple of minutes to find the old thing, hidden away in the very back of your closet, underneath some clothes you hadn’t worn in forever. When you returned to the living room, your visitor was leaning against the kitchen isle, nibbling on one of your pop tarts which she abandoned as soon as she saw you. Eagerly she took the alarm clock off your hands, acknowledging you with a grateful nod. The redhead sat down on the couch, plugging the device into the closest outlet. 

You more or less kept an eye on her while you made yourself some coffee, but you had no idea what she was doing. To you, it looked like she was just fiddling with the controls, only static and a couple of high-pitched sounds filling the living room. It was grating on your nerves, but you made no comment. By the time she finished and turned the radio off again, you were already on your second cup.  

“Are you expecting any visitors in the next couple of days?” she asked casually, sidling up next to you in the kitchen.

 You raised an eyebrow, placing your empty cup in the sink.

“No. Why?”

“I need a place to lay low until Tuesday.”  

“Lay low?” you parroted, “What for? Who are you hiding from?”

Subconsciously, she glanced down at her bandaged wound, and you followed her gaze, slow realization coming over you.  

“Did they do that to you? Did they hurt you?” you asked more softly. She only shook her head in confirmation, “Then why not just go to the police? I’m sure they can help you better than I c-"  

“No,” she cut you off immediately, gripping your wrists tightly in both her hands as if to physically keep you from taking your phone and calling the cops. This only made you grow more concerned.

“No. We can’t go to the police. It’s not safe,” she loosened her grip on you a little.

 Your eyebrows were drawn together as you thought about what she said.

“Why would it not be safe? Unless...,” you swallowed as a possibility crossed your mind, “Are you in trouble? Did you do something illegal?”  

When she didn’t immediatley deny your statement, you started to jump to conclusions, your voice rising with panic.

“Oh, shit! You did. What was it? Were you in a fight? Did you kill someone? Holy shi- Does helping you make me an accomplice? Am I harboring a criminal in my ho-”

She cut off your rant by slapping a hand over your mouth, thus muffling your words.

“Be quiet, your neighbors might hear,” she hissed, gaze darting to the door, almost like she expected someone to burst through it. 

Your eyes were wide in fear, but you listened to her, your heart racing. She slowly removed her hand, giving you a warning look as though she feared you would start talking again. You didn’t.

“I’m not a criminal,” she told you earnestly, “I am, however, on the run, so I would appreciate your discretion.”

“On the run from whom?”

The question was no more than a whisper, too scared to raise the volume of your voice. She held your gaze for a moment before shaking her head.

“I’m afraid that’s classified.”

“Classified,” you repeated, incredulous, “So let me get this straight. You show up at my job, bleeding all over the place and telling me not to call the authorities. I help you out, let you crash at my place and you, in return, wake me up at an ungodly hour, make a big mess of my living room, imply that you might have done something illegal, and expect me to let you stay here until Tuesday without getting any information whatsoever?”  

“I know this isn’t fair...,” she admitted, and you laugh humorlessly.

“Not fair? I would be crazy to agree without at least having an idea what I’m getting myself into.”

The redhead nodded in agreement, looking away guiltily, teeth biting down on her lips. She seemed genuinely beat down, something even you, as a stranger, could tell was foreign to her. Oddly enough, you felt bad, although you knew, realistically, that you had done nothing wrong.

You let out a weary sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. Curse your empathetic heart.

“Three conditions,” you conceded, making her look at you in surprise. Holding up a finger, you started your list.  

“One. No more throwing my stuff around. If you need something, ask. I don’t want to have to clean up after you.”  

She nods, having the decency to actually look sorry this time. You put up a second finger.

“Two. You tell me your name. Doesn’t have to be your full name or even your real name if that’s a secret or whatever," you added with an indifferent shrug, "I just want something other to call you than ‘hey you’.”

“What’s the third condition?” she prompted, not commenting on the second one.

“You promise me that you’re not the bad guy in this situation and that helping you won’t land me in trouble somehow.”  

The redhead cocked her head to the side, an almost fascinated expression on her face.

“How would you know I’m telling the truth?”

“I don’t,” you countered without hesitation, “I’m just gonna have to trust your word here. Just as you will have to trust mine that I’ll keep your presence here a secret.”  

For a moment, she regarded you with some indescribable emotion on her face before nodding in concession. Letting go of the one wrist she was still holding, she took a step back. Caught up in the moment, you hadn’t even realized how close you were standing. Thinking about it now made your face heat up for some reason. The redhead raised one hand as though she was about to take an official oath. She held your gaze unwaveringly as she spoke.

“I promise you, that I will not make a mess in your home anymore. And I solemnly swear that you won’t get in trouble for helping me in any way whatsoever.”

Something about her demeanor told you she wasn’t lying. You shake your head satisfied, a small but relieved smile taking over, some of the tension and apprehension leaving your body. She smiled tentatively in return, extending her hand to you in greeting.

“The name’s Natasha.”

Glancing at her proffered hand, you took it and gave it a small shake.

“Nice to officially meet you, Natasha.”

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #reader insert #marvel fanfiction #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x female reader

[phoenix-manga]

Vice Dorm Leaders getting along with Pokémon:

It didn’t take long for the vice dorm leaders to get involved with the Pokemon too. The shenanigans that happened with them are... interesting to say the least.

Trey + Slurpuff

“The Unbirthday Party was a success thanks to this little guy’s sense of smell… Though I should expect to make a large portion for it, the number of sweets it ate was shocking for everyone!”

Trey was a bit skeptical when Phoebe lent him Slurpuff and told him that chefs would use them to sniff out the freshest ingredients but if they say so then it must be worth a try.

Needless to say, he was pleasantly surprised to see the cake thing nudge him to the best ingredients to use for his sweets. He rewarded Slurpuff with a spoon covered in frosting or batter. The Pokémon mostly stayed out of his way and only has to bring him some tools or supplies.

When he presented the sweets he made, everyone including Riddle were almost knocked into a food coma with how good it was. Even Trey was lost in the trance of the flavor, but he was snapped out of it when he spotted Slurpuff eating almost half of the buffet table, he rushed to it and told it to ask him for more sweets to prevent any problems.

Ruggie + Crobat

“That Phoebe kid feeds you this? Aww man! I’m so jealous, now I wish I was a Pokémon!”

That one-time Ruggie came across Crobat was when he passed by Ramshackle to see a large bat creature with four wings eating from a large bowl filled with berries, Poke puffs and even poffins. The amount it ate distracted him from his usual task and he only snapped out of it when Crobat made eye-contact with him.

Crobat wasn’t sure why a stranger was here but it assumed it wanted food so Crobat nudged a Poke puff towards Ruggie’s direction before going back to chow down. Ruggie didn’t plan on asking it for any food, he was just curious but since it offered, who is he to decline? Picking up the Poke puff and taking a bite, he immediately devours it till there’s nothing left. That was the tastiest pastry he has had; they were even better than the ones in the cafeteria.

He hears Phoebe call out to Crobat and he took this time to scram before he was found. That kid pampers their creatures like royalty, he admits that he once had the thought that wishes that he was a Pokémon too. Ruggie now sneaks to go to Ramshackle and Crobat sneaks him a portion of its food, Ruggie repays it by offering some to it as well. They just formed this unspoken lunch trade. The one time Phoebe made malasadas for Crobat, Ruggie was in heaven lemme tell you.

Phoebe has no idea about this, this was just a secret thing between Crobat and Ruggie. One time Phoebe was with Crobat in the field and it spots Ruggie, Crobat immediately goes to him and flies around him. Phoebe assumed that Crobat took a liking to Ruggie because it probably sensed that he’s a foodie. Oh, if only she knew.

Jade + Lapras

“Such kind yet protective eyes you have~ I’m far from trustworthy yet you nuzzle against me like a seal, this is quite interesting”

Phoebe asked Azul if she can be allowed to have her water Pokémon swim about in Octavinelle. The lake is much too small for the larger ones. Azul gave her permission but in exchange she has to work part-time at the lounge, Azul is capitalizing as usual. The mention of Pokémon being at Octavinelle brought more customers to the lounge, the one that got the most attention was Lapras.

It was very friendly and even paused to look inside the lounge from the windows. Phoebe was not surprised that Lapras was friendly, what she didn’t expect was that it got attached to Jade for some reason. She would have thought it was Sharpedo or even Eelektross who would get along with the cunning vice dorm leader. But instead, Lapras is swimming happily in circles wanting Jade’s attention.

Jade, of course, finds the Pokémon endearing and would always take his time to pet it whenever he’s on break. Even offering Lapras a small treat or two, Lapras is enjoying it. There was a rare occasion that Jade swam with Lapras in his eel form, at times he swims alongside Lapras or have it chase him through the water, other times he just sleeps on Lapras’ back as it swam.

Jamil + Serperior

“Quite the proud one you are, at least you’re more tolerable than Kalim…”

Kalim promised a favor without consulting Jamil again, this time it was to look after some of her Pokémon. Kalim got caught up in the excitement of having to get close with those strange creatures that he didn’t think that it could be troublesome.

Jamil stopped in his tracks at the sight of Kalim with a large green snake behind him. Boy did he get quite the scolding from Jamil, but what can he do now that Kalim as already offered? He just decides to “help” him take care of Serperior. Thankfully, Phoebe provided a list of ingredients that Serperior likes, the list was as long as an A4 paper but at least Jamil has his options cut out for him. He doesn’t have to guess and waste any food.

Serperior mostly kept to itself and wanders around the dorm, inspecting its surroundings. Kalim tries to hug it but it just wraps its body around him and places him a few feet away before slithering off. Serperior will feel terrible if he smacks the sunshine boy away, so it places him at a good distance.

Jamil often sees it staring at him, its sharp eyes resemble his own. He never expected to have it get attached to him in a rather proud way. Everywhere Jamil goes, Serperior follows at a distance and there were rare moments it coils near his bedroom door, and Jamil walks out one morning only to fall into its coils. This strange behavior was suspicious at first but then Jamil learned to get used to it. Serperior is a curious one but then he thinks its more tolerable than Kalim.

Speaking of Kalim, Serperior sensed that most of Jamil’s stress comes from Kalim being a goofball that he is, so it catches Kalim and puts him in a coil hold when he’s about to do something reckless.

Rook + Oricorio

“Oh my! Such grace and beauty you possess to dance with excellent skills! Wait, you mean to tell me it had four forms? I would like to see it, please show me”

He spotted the dancing bird Pokémon in the field when they were having a PE class. Oricorio was in its Pom-Pom form and doing a cheer dance to motivate Grimm to fly better. He couldn’t help but approach Phoebe and ask her about Oricorio.

Needless to say, he was very interested. A creature that has four different forms that represents a different environment? It was like a fox having more than just a winter coat. He asked to see its other forms, it would be tiring to have it change forms constantly so Phoebe just brings out Rotom to show him the pictures of the Oricorio forms. Rook admired the pictures and each one gave off a different kind of beauty.

Oricorio, being a simp for pretty boys, took a liking to Rook. He was just so charming, Oricorio does its happy dance and follows him whenever it sees him. Phoebe once asked him if he can keep Oricorio company for a few days, he accepts the offer and he brings it to Pomefiore. Oricorio also liked Vil and Epel due to how charming their looks are, Vil is fine with it as long as it isn’t a troublemaker while Epel is kind of bummed out when he thinks it likes him because of his fragile looks.

The moment Rook was shown its changed forms in person, he is taking out his camera and is taking burst shots from all sorts of angles and lighting. Out of all the four forms Oricorio has, he loves its Baile form the most, the way it dances with embers around it in a display of passion and power. He looks forward to Phoebe asking him to look after Oricorio again.

Ortho + Emolga & Pachirisu

“Hey! That tickles, big brother you should try and pet them! They’re like those plushies you sometimes order in your room. Isn’t it like having your favorite plushy as a pet?”

Emolga and Pachirisu are both cheeky Pokémon and a duo for trouble. Emolga and Pachirisu were seen making student’s hair go static and stick out with small electric waves.

Ortho spotted the two behind some bushes and immediately approaches them, this is the first time Emolga and Pachirisu were caught off guard and startled. Their electric attacks don’t do much to Ortho due to his robotic circuits, if anything he considers it as some form of tickling.

Ortho thought how cute they looked and they resemble plush toys in his brother’s room. Emolga and Pachirisu was weirded out by Ortho at first but his cheerfulness was infectious and it didn’t take long for them to treat him as part of their group. Whenever Ortho passes by, the two would pounce on him and swing from his arms and legs, Ortho likes this game, he finds it useful to use his scanner to see where they might pop out next.

One time, he took them to see his brother and they made his hair stick out. He was startled but Ortho found it amusing, he got to see what would his hair look like if it stuck out. Emolga and Pachirisu still do their pranks but its less due to them wanting to find Ortho first.

Lilia + Dragapult

“A prankster and yet you dote on the little ones on your horns? We might be cousins from a distant world, fufu~ Let’s go scare Sebek some more!”

Dragapult pranks Sebek a lot, poor boy gets it from almost a lot of Pokémon. It once shot a Dreepy in his shirt causing him to squirm and try to get it out, he looked like he was doing a crazy monkey dance. Lilia appreciates this little prankster and he would join it in tormenting other students but mostly Sebek because his reactions were very amusing to watch. The two even went and started a pranking competition where they tally their number of pranked students for the whole month.

Lilia was allowed to play and hold the small Dreepy that reside in Dragapult’s horns. He melted at the sight of the little cuties playfully tussling his hair, which gave him an idea to mimic Dragapult’s horns(?) With an easy hair growth potion and a LOT of hairspray, he came to school with his hair in Dragapult’s style.

The sight alone in Diasomnia sent everyone, including Malleus into a stunned silence, Dragapult added fuel to the flame by letting the Dreepy reside in his hair for the rest of the day. Crowley saw Lilia and mumbled how the trends have gotten crazier every day. Cater took pictures and he laughed at the sight because it was so outlandish. Kalim was confused but precious boy still appreciated his hairstyle nonetheless. The perfect chaotic duo.

#pokemon #twst #twisted wonderland #headcanons #lilia vanrouge #ortho shroud #rook hunt #jamil viper #jade leech #ruggie bucchi #trey clover #pokemon x twisted wonderland #twst x pokemon #pokemon imagines

[bucky-barmes]

☾✧✧✧ I'm just looking for a good night ✧✧✧☽

female enhanced!reader x tfatws!Bucky

In which you get dragged into a mess in Madripoor while just trying to enjoy yourself. But is the infamous Winter Soldier as bad as you always thought?

[ a/n: idk what this exactly is but i don't hate it, and who doesn't love asshole bucky? maybe i just have a problem, also loosely based on that madripoor episode. also also tried something new for the writing style so i hope you don't mind lemme know if it's shit ]

Minka is polish for strong-willed one, and is a name but here it’s used as a nickname as it’s reader insert

[ word count: ~3,580 words (this started as a lil drabble of reader meeting bucky at a bar, but i guess my brain had other ideas)

includes: asshole bucky, swearing - like a lot (i'm aussie okay?), drinking (alcoholism?), it's pretty fkn angsty, asshole bucky (i'm warning you ok), no -18 pls as it's not entirely g rated & has some implications

[ all works are my own, do not steal, repost or translate ]

tagging some friends (message if you wanna be on a perm taglist/if you don't wanna be tagged in future (i won't take it to heart i promise)) @sweetdreamsbuck @beefybuckrrito @mymindslabyrinth @igotnoname4thisblog @theluxuriousfangirl @posinhay @barnesand1

The music was blaring, sending vibrations through her body as she swayed to the fast beat. Drink sloshing around as she waved her arms around her above her head. This was it. This was living. Drunk, surrounded by strangers. No one knew her and she knew no one. She was free. And it was incredible.

Going to clubs alone was dangerous, she couldn't remember the number of times her mother had warned her not to. She must have been rolling in her grave at her daughter not only going to a club alone, but to a club in Madripoor no less. The thrill that anything could happen only exciting her more. That, and knowing that the Powerbroker wouldn't let anything happen to her, wouldn't let anyone lay a finger on her. That was the perk of being enhanced and not looking like it, it made you useful.

She had lost track of the hours, and the drinks, thinking only of how good the music made her feel. Of how nothing had felt this good in so long.

She waded through the sea of people, already locking eyes with the bartender as she made a beeline for the bar. She was stopped in her tracks, however, by a wall of bodies.

An almost animalistic growl ripped through her as she slapped her hand down on the shoulder of the man in the middle, a big fur collar adorning his coat. A hard hand gripped her wrist in response and her eyes shifted slowly from the back of man one to the owner of the hand.

Her eyes widened at who they landed on, then narrowed to barely visible slits. Yanking her hand back she didn't break her glare.

"I'm sorry, Dove, did we cut in?" The voice of the middle man broke her chain of thought, and when she looked back to him, he had turned to face her. "How about we buy you a drink to apologise."

"I don't want your handouts, Baron." Venom dripped from her words as she spat back her response. She wedged herself between the Baron and the third man, not someone she recognised, to snatch the drink the bartender placed out for her. "Besides, I don't pay here anyway, don't want you wasting your money."

She was about to work her way back through the crowd of people and to the middle of the dance floor again when she had a thought.

"Hold the fucking phone." Spinning on the spot, her eyes narrowed again, this time at the Baron, but that didn't stop her from seeing the man to his left step forward defensively.

"How are you even here? Last I heard you were stuck in a prison in Germany." Her drink was down and she slammed the glass down on the bar, getting threateningly close to him as she did. "Thought you were never getting out after what you did to them." Her sentence trailed off as her eyes flicked to the man next to him, the one with the metal arm.

The Baron offered her his signature smug smile. "Some people had other plans."

"Well, whatever you're planning," She closed the gap between them further. The shifting of bodies next to them was halted with a raise of the Baron's hand. "Stay the fuck away from me." Hatred seeped from her whole body.

Snatching the new drink that was placed on the bar, her gaze was turned to the apparent bodyguard.

"And I'd think twice before you lay a hand on me again." There was no response, but a subtle cocky smirk instead that only heated her further. She was gone before any of them could speak another word to her.

She was only able to start enjoying herself once more when the sight of the three men had disappeared, then, she was able to let her guard down and the beat of the music slowly took her over again. Until she got a call.

Plugging her other ear so she could hear, she took mental note of the location she was told to move to. The call ended abruptly, they always did with the Powerbroker, but this one was serious. She had begun picking up on the subtle differences between the calls.

Her gun was pulled from her thigh holster as she advanced towards the room Selby used for meetings.

She listened from a distance, the ability being one of many. A phone rang. An awkward silence as the conversation started. Names were thrown around, first Smiling Tiger. 'Yeah, that guy was definitely not Smiling Tiger', she thought to herself as she listened, remembering her run in with him one time. The phone call ended with a goodbye to "Sam"?

There were gunshot before she had time to process anything further.

Kicking the door down, she stepped through slowly, gun raised. It had fallen silent, the three men stood in the middle of the room.

"Holy fuck, what did you do?" Her voice was a mix of shock and anger. The men snapped their heads up.

"Things didn't exactly go according to plan, Dove." The Baron regretfully shrugged as he looked around at the collection of bodies on the floor, inclusive of Selby's.

"Well, why the fuck am I-" A fifth person joined the room before she could finish.

"Because the Powerbroker requested it." Sharon Carter approached her, stone-faced. “And nobody disobeys the Powerbroker.”

“I don’t know, I might’ve had I know it was for these idiots.” She was dead serious as she said it, glaring at the men responsible for the bodies strewn about.

Sharon shot the other woman a look, a look that said ‘you better cut it out right now’.

"Don't, Minka." Sharon's use of the others' nickname amplified the seriousness of it all.

The men in the room didn’t know it, but she, Minka, was the only one who knew who the Powerbroker really was. And you could say she was somewhat of a bodyguard for them.

“The Powerbroker requested it. End of, so get over it.” Sharon snapped at her.

“I can’t believe you’re helping these people.” Her grip on her gun tightened as she interrogated Sharon. “After everything that happened last time.” Her sentence ended with a scoff, clicking on the safety of her gun. She didn't place it back in her holster just yet though.

“Enough.” Sharon’s remark was a bark. An order. “Whether you like it or not, you’re involved now, you’ve seen the bodies. You’re part of it now.”

Minka just glared at her, mumbling “lucky me” under her breath as her daggers turned to the men again. Her anger only bubbled more when she saw the one with the metal arm, the Winter Soldier, staring right back, something she couldn’t quite pick up on behind his cold eyes.

Many hours and gun fights later, everyone made it Sharon's place alive, much to the acrimony of some of them. Of Minka.

"You have a beautiful place, Miss Carter." Baron was walking around, admiring the art as he made the genuine compliment, but he was being eyed. Sharon's personal guard wasn't about to let him touch, ruin, anything.

"Don't touch anything, and get changed, everyone knows what we're wearing now." The last part was directed at the whole group. "And you look like shit, too." Her nose scrunched as she looked them over. Even her associate was included in the statement.

Sharon watched as her figure retreated to the room she had set up, she was there often enough to warrant her own one, and then directed the men to where they could pick out some clothes and change.

There was a soft thump as her body landed on the bed, and she released a long sigh into the covers.

"Yeah, Sharon, I'm not in the mood." Her voice was mumbled from the bed, but was loud enough to hear the frustration.

"Minka, huh?" That was not the voice of Sharon Carter. Her head snapped up to face the door to her room that she swore she locked.

"You don't get to call me that." If looks could kill, the man in the doorframe would have dropped to the floor in record time.

"Is that not your name, Doll?" Arms folded over his chest, a mix of metal and flesh.

"Is your name The Winter Soldier?" The words were laced with malice as she slid off the bed, moving towards him to push him out of her room, her safe space. "Now if you don't mind getting the fuck away from me."

A heavy boot stopped the door from clicking into place, his metal hand forcing it back open, eyes dark. "No, I don't think I will." He stepped into the room, pushing the door closed behind him. This time it was her that stopped the door from closing, hand gripped tightly on the handle, pulling back.

"You've got some fucking nerve coming here like that." Minka yanked the handle as the soldier pushed the door harder, breaking it clean off. "Coming back into Sharon's life like you aren't the one that fucked it up in the first place." The handle dropped with a loud thud.

For a moment, something flashed through his eyes. Regret? Sadness? Whatever it was lasted a mere second before he regained control.

"So, you're like me?" His gaze dropped to the handle on the ground, taking the opportunity to gaze down her body as he did.

It was all she could do from punching him right then and there. "Absolutely not!" If the venom in her voice wasn't evident before, it definitely was now. "I don't kill innocents."

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. The soldier staring down darkly at the smaller woman.

"It's Bucky."

Her eyes narrowed. "What?"

"My name, it's Bucky. And you can call me that."

She couldn't hold back the scoff that fell from her lips. "I won't be calling you anything. After all this shit is cleaned up, you'll never see me again."

Bucky's head tilted ever so slightly, his voice soft but dark. "I wouldn't be so sure of that." But before she was able to punch question him, Sharon's voice bellowed through the building.

"Downstairs, now."

The pair ripped their eyes from each other, Minka's falling to the handle on the floor. "I'm telling her you broke that. Now fuck off so I can change." And she shoved him out of the room, closing the door over between them, making sure to not close it the whole say so she could actually get out when she was ready.

By the time she had finished getting ready and made her way down to everyone else, people had begun meandering in, admiring the art.

"Took you long enough." Sharon walked up behind her, whispering harshly in her ear.

"Yeah, well you can thank your old friend for that. He's an asshole, by the way." "And he's not a friend." "Well he's the reason I need a drink." She turned to face Sharon, giving her a look of 'I hate you for dragging me into this' before heading to the bar, fully intending on double parking it the whole night.

It didn't take long for her to finally loosen up again, 5 drinks to be exact, and be back in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by sweaty bodies. It may have been an art auction, but nothing was ever not a party in Madripoor, especially if it was organised by the Powerbroker themself.

Minka was so caught up in the moment that she had forgotten entirely about the events of the day, the people of the day.

She had, yet again, lost track of the number of drinks she'd had. But every drink handed her way was downed immediately, not taking any time to register where, or more like who, they were coming from. That was always her greatest weakness, denying alcohol.

She was happily about to take yet another unknown drink being handed to her, when it was snatched from her reach and discarded on a nearby table.

"Hey, what the fuck, that was mine!" She growled, turning with her fist ready to launch into whoever had the nerve to steal her drink.

"Stop taking drinks from strangers, are you an idiot?" Suddenly the memories of the men she had to deal with throughout the day came flooding back. "You're gonna get spiked- in fact, you were about to with that one."

"What? Have you been keeping an eye on me? That's not very Winter Soldier of you." Her tone was mocking as she glared up at Bucky, struggling to stand thanks to the combination of copious amounts of alcohol and continuous movement of people around her.

Bucky placed his large hands on her biceps to keep her steady, eyes narrowing at her words. "You really don't know how to be nice to people, do you?"

"You really don't know how to stay the fuck away from people that don't like you, do you?" She retorted immediately, pulling herself from his grip. "I don't need a goddamn babysitter, especially not you. You don't exactly have the best track record with protecting people." Her back was turned to him and stalking off before she even finished her sentence, but she was yanked back in by her forearm.

"Yeah, I don't think so. You're being watched like a hawk by at least 3 men. Who knows how many of them are trying to spike you and get you separated from the crowd." Bucky's eyes were anywhere but hers, scanning the vast room for anything suspicious, clearly on high alert.

"I don't understand why you fucking care?" Bucky's eyes snapped down to hers, alarmed by her intensity.

"Keep your voice down or you're gonna draw attention to us." He hissed at her, lowering his head and pulling her arm to move her closer to him.

"Good, maybe security will see you're harassing me and escort you out." She snarled, anger rising with every word he spoke. "I'm just looking for a good fucking night and you've managed to ruin it twice now."

"Well take it up with Sharon then, she's the one that told me to keep an eye on you. So clearly she thinks you do need a babysitter." He dropped her arm, that would be enough to keep her in her spot for now.

"You're lying." Her words were barely above a whisper, eyes narrowed at him. "She knows I can hold my own. She's literally hired me for personal protection before."

"Clearly not this time." Bucky's eyes were back to scanning the room. "Not with the types of people here tonight." Minka couldn't help but scoff.

"Oh, because you know Madripoor, right? You've spent how many years here? Oh, that's right, none." She suddenly saw her opportunity to escape, Bucky's eyes not trained on her and her arms free.

"Tell her, as much as I appreciate it, she can shove it." And with that she had weaved her way though the crowd of bodies.

But her abandonment didn't last nearly as long as she had hoped.

All of a sudden she was being pushed against the far wall of the room where she was escaping to, breath knocked out of her.

"What the fu-" Lips landing on hers cut off her protests. Her eyes widened when she realised who said lips belonged to.

"Get off of me!" She spat when she was finally able to push Bucky off. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"People are following you. If they know you're with me they're less likely to try something."

"I'm not with you. In fact, I want to be as far away from you as physically possible right now." Bucky's arms, which were trapping her in by pressing against the wall either side of her face, fell to his side. His face turned emotionless for a moment before returning to his usual arrogant demeanour.

"You can't tell me you didn't feel the spark." He winked, a cocky grin plastered on his face when he saw the heat creep to her cheeks.

"Please, you wish there was a spark." Her eyes rolled as she paused. "I've had knife fights with more spark than that."

"Maybe we should have a knife fight sometime then." Bucky's response was quick, and smooth.

"Have you forgotten that you're never going to see me again after all this shit? Although," Minka tapped her chin in mock thought. "If you're offering to let me stab you, I'll gladly take you up on that." Unlike Bucky's, her face held no semblance of humour.

"I'm sure you'll change your mind by the end of it." Bucky eyed her suggestively.

"God, please don't tell me you're into me. Maybe I do want those supposed guys to take me, seems better than the alternative." She groaned at the thought of having to deal with him fawning after her.

Bucky's face indicated that that was definitely not he case. His eyes, however, suggested her words had hurt him a little. "God, never. But if you really want, I can hand deliver you to them myself." He pointed in the direction of said men.

Her nose crinkled. "Okay, maybe not them."

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

"Sharon, we have a serious problem!" Minka stormed into the kitchen after the last few people had left and the party was over, Bucky not far behind her. "So I need a babysitter now? I thought I was the personal protection around here." Her fist collided heavily with the table.

"You are," Sharon looked at her nonchalantly as she poured herself a glass of whiskey. "Until alcohol is involved. You're as useless as that new Captain America when there's booze around." A sip. "Case in point." Sharon hummed, watching your eyes follow her glass from bench, to mouth, to bench again.

"Oh please." She snorted. "And you thought pairing me with this idiot was a good idea?" He hand gestured back to Bucky at idiot, not caring if it offended him. "He just makes me want to drink more."

Sharon was about to give her a look, but Minka just shook her head, throwing her hands up. "No, I'm not dealing with this tonight. I'm going to bed." "Take him with you." Sharon nodded towards Bucky.

"Oh fuck no, why the fuck would I-" "Because everyone knows you're involved, and your head is on a spike now, too. They want you dead, Minka." She couldn't argue with Sharon when she used her nickname for her. And the pain in her voice was evident.

"Fine, but you're sleeping on the floor." Bucky just shrugged, "nothing new."

"You sleep there." A finger pointed to the sofa on the far side of the room. Conveniently away from the bed. "I'll get you a blanket."

Bucky's brow quirked. "I thought I was on the floor?" He feigned confusion, head tilting to the side before his cocky smirk returned.

"Keep going and you will be." The blanket was thrown at his face, along with a pillow.

"A pillow too? Wow, it's like a 5 star hotel." She just glared.

"If you snore, you're out. If you sleep talk, you're out. You make any sort of noise and you're out. Capisce?"

"Guess it's a good thing I don't sleep then, huh?" Bucky threw the blanket and pillow onto the sofa.

"Now see, that just makes it weird. Like that scene from Twilight." "Well, yeah, when you put it like that it is." His face screwed up at the thought, recalling the scene.

"How do you- Actually no, I'm tired and I don't care." She had been about to ask how he understood the reference, but decided that was going to open a whole can of worms that she didn't care about.

"I may be over 100, but I have seen Twilight. Wanda made me watch it with her." He didn't need to be a mind reader to know what she was about to ask. And he didn't blame her, it probably would be surprising that a 106 year old had seen Twilight.

"Don't worry, Doll, I won't stare. Much." And now it was her turn to scrunch her face up.

"If you fucking touch me, I'll rip that metal arm from your body and shove it so far up your ass." Her sentence trailed off, however, when Bucky stepped closer to her, his gaze intense as he looked down at her.

"And how do you think I would touch you?" Another step closer, making her step back and gulp.

With her mouth agape, Minka was lost for words, probably for the first time in her life. Sharon unknowingly came to her rescue, though, when she knocked on the door while entering.

"Set your alarm for 6," Her eyes narrowed at them both and the distance, or lack there of, between them. "We've gotta be out of here asap tomorrow. Make sure you get enough sleep." "Will do, Sharon." Minka's gaze flicked to her, nodding once before she left the room, confusion plastered on her features.

"Right, well that's bed time then." Her tongue ran over her lips nervously, and she was painfully aware of Bucky's eyes watching. "I'm going to get changed." She turned and basically ran to the bathroom attached to her room.

"I'll be out here waitin'." "You're disgusting, don't think anything." "Wouldn't dream of it, doll."

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