#my memory has made a bit of room to encompass them all

[lunargrapejuice]

‘put the icing down’

diluc ragnvindr + zhongli x reader with no pronouns used

first post for my birthday event 🥳 more will be posted throughout the week 💕

warnings: readers birthday, suggestive but nothing explicit, food play?, playful boys uwuwuwu <3

diluc

the bright afternoon sun shines through the windows of the dawn winerys kitchen, rays of light glistening off of the glassware, warming your smiling cheeks and the bangs of your beloved bartender standing next to you. in the yellow glow the bright vermillion of his hair, currently tied back in a high ponytail, looks like cascades of fire down his back and yet as soft as the finest cashmere. if your hands weren’t covered in frosting you may not have been able to hold back from reaching out touch him and even though they twitch at the memory of his porcelain skin under your fingertips you still hold back, simply and quietly taking in how handsome he looks like this. 

those pink lips you could kiss endlessly are drawn in a thin line, his eyebrows furrowing as he concentrates on his cake decorating skills. the defined muscles of his arms, exposed thanks to the lack of his black jacket and his rolled up sleeves, flex with each movement. the light catches his eyes and you swear they sparkle like the most finely cut rubies. you can feel the love you hold for diluc swirling through your entire being, the warmth of it spreading to every nerve, and you welcome the way it encompasses you.

normally it would be adelinde who spent the day preparing your birthday cake and any other dishes you desired but since this morning the kitchen has only seen the young master and his darling. he didn’t question why when you asked him to make your cake with you, though he did have reservations about making it adequate enough to celebrate you but with little convincing, and maybe a bit of doe eyes on your part, he couldn’t deny your request. anything that made you smile he would put his whole body and soul into.

“i can feel you staring,” diluc says, the smile beginning to tug at his lips laced in his words and sweet tone. he doesn’t take his eyes off of your cake or the swirls of frosting he’s almost finished with but his attention is most certainly on you. 

“you’re just so handsome, i can’t help myself ‘luc.”

his hands still, the icing breaking from the piping tip and landing on his hand that was moving the plate the cake rested on. the room gets noticeably warmer in an instant. feeling bold after having left the dark knight hero speechless you reach for the scarred hand that's still motionless on the plate and bring it to your lips, your lashes fluttering closed when you kiss the spot where the icing had landed and it smears against your lips. it’s perfectly sweet and you hum in delight as it melts on your tongue.

when your eyes open, not letting go of his warm palm, you see his gaze still doesn’t meet yours but he clears his throat, hoping it will stop the blush creeping up his neck, and replies. “if i recall correctly, i’m the one that is supposed to be spoiling you today my love.” moving fast he grabs the hand that held his and finally his eyes meet yours, bright and burning, soft and full of adoration- they always take your breath away and make your heart beat wildly. but something about them like this.. in the shine of the sun, his tender, blushing smile only adding to their entrancing beauty, your whole body lights ablaze and is swallowed by his flames. “it is your birthday after all.”

if this was a battle to see who could fluster who the best he surely would have won. the way he spoke. the way he held your hand with a gentleness that said he would never hurt you and he would protect you forevermore but with a strength that said he wasn’t ever going to let you go. the love in his eyes that was reserved for you and you alone.. no matter how long you’ve been together you aren’t sure you could ever get used to being under his attention like this.

“diluc..” you turned from him and focused on the delicious cake you had baked together, trying to still your racing heart and stop yourself from pouncing on him and never letting go. with fidgeting fingers you reach for the icing bag and go to finish the last little bit of decoration diluc was working on before your honied words distracted him. 

“put the icing down.”

you don’t really get a chance to process what he’s asking or why before burning hands and calloused fingers hold onto your thighs, lifting you around his slim waist and onto the counter. the marble cools your skin even through your pants, the icing left forgotten near the cake. soft hair tickles your neck and slightly chapped lips brush against the space between your shoulder and your neck. being held so close to him with his lips peppering you with kisses you can only repeat his name in a breathless whisper and hold onto him like he might slip away had you not held on so tightly. 

“let me see to it that you are the one who gets spoiled today, okay?”

“but you already spoil me so much,” your words quiet, barely more than a breath against his hair as your mind quickly becomes full of nothing but diluc and his loving touch. 

he pulls away from your neck, gazing at you with a glint of playful mischief and a look that tells you he wont have it any other way today. his mind was set and you could not convince him otherwise.

“and i intend to spoil you so much more darling.” if his words didn’t stop you from retorting, he knew his next actions were sure to. he’d be sure to steal your attention in ways only he could, that he knows without a doubt will leave you unable to deny just how much he was planning on giving you. gently he grabs one of your hands, taking in your every reaction through thick red lashes as he lifts your hand and slips your icing covered fingers past his lips.

zhongli

the deep, rich, voice of zhongli brings a feeling akin to a warm glow in a quiet early evening throughout the entire apartment the moment he steps inside, just a stride behind you. closing the door and locking it swiftly he follows after you towards the kitchen, setting down the ribbon wrapped box of cupcakes he had purchased for you during your walk through the harbor. he had been sure to bring his wallet today when he took you into the city and began the festivities he had planned for your birthday; a delicious breakfast he made himself before getting ready and heading to pick up a new outfit he had custom made just for you. a rest for tea at the yanshang teahouse before even more shopping and a delicious lunch. it was only the midafternoon and he had already adorned you in the finest clothes, the most flawless gems and hairpins and the endless kisses he had placed to your forehead each time you blushed and smiled at his seemingly endless gifts and near insatiable need to spoil you with the finest of things. you had never seen him spend so much money, at least that was his own.

the story he was telling comes to end as he helps you out of your coat, nimble fingers lifting the fabric off your shoulders and down your arms. the back of his gloved fingers hands caress your skin and leave a tingling warmth in their wake. every time he touched you, with such care and adoration, you swore you could burst into shards of cor lapis but even if you did, he would delicately pick up every piece and expertly put you back together.

“- quite interesting, isn’t it?” you catch the last bit of what he says, your thoughts lost in his touch moments before but his breath brushes against your ear as he speaks and finally brings your attention to how close he actually is to you. 

agreeing with a mildly flustered smile you turn around to face him and reach for his vest. you lean into the large hand that cups your face, closing your eyes to soak in his love when his thumb caresses your cheek in slow meaningful motions. moments like this weren’t rare between the two of you but you could never get enough of it. and even still you wondered how in celestia the lord of geo had come to love you, a mere mortal adventurer, with such intimate intensity. 

fleeting and leaving you yearning for more, he places a chaste kiss to your lips and pulls away too quickly for how badly you want to keep him close to you.

“shall i brew a pot of tea to go with your birthday dessert?”

with a sweet ‘mhm’ and your longing heart, you follow him hand in hand deeper into the kitchen. you prefer to watch your beloved in his element of making tea rather than getting too much in his way trying to help, though he loved when you did. so instead you leaned against the counter and fiddled with the thin ribbon on the box as he went through meticulous and elegant steps to make you tea to share. he looked unbelievable like this, godly despite how human he was now. you don’t know when he took off his gloves but you couldn’t help staring at the gold pattern mirrored on his dark hands and arms. his long hair swayed against his back at his movements, the soft smile on his face proof of how much he enjoyed this. little did you know how much more it meant to him doing such things for you- his precious lily, his one and only.

as the tea leaves steep he turns his full attention back to you, catching you fiddling with the box and staring at him with hearts in your eyes. he never minded when you couldn’t take your eyes off of him and he hoped you wouldn’t mind when he did the same in return. in his 6000+ years of life you have been the most beautiful thing he had seen and he could hardly bear to look away from such beauty, like a dragon watching over his most prized possession. 

“the history of this family's recipes goes back quite a while back,” he comments, his ungloved fingers pulling at the strings and lifting the top off the box to reveal the yummy treats inside. they all look devine, the bit of cake you can see looks fluffy and the icing is decorated intricately. you almost feel bad you’re going to eat something this beautiful. “not long after the establishment of the city in fact.”

“it must be really delicious to have stayed around for so long,” and looking at them now you didn’t want to wait to give it a try.

“indeed,” he says with a chuckle as he watches you take one from the box and begin to unwrap it. so unbelievably adorable, he thinks when you take a bite and hum in satisfaction, your eyes fluttering closed when you relish in the creamy frosting against your taste buds. “how is it?”

“so good!” you beam up at him. before he can reply you’ve already brought it to his lips. he can smell the vanilla mixed with your scent and it makes his chest swell in a way he hadn’t ever felt untill he met you. “try it.”

leaning down he takes a bite and notes how the tea he picked to go with would pair perfectly. he hopes you’ll think so too.

you don’t know how it happened, how your hand suddenly felt weak - or maybe it was your whole body - as you watched the handsome man before you look so unintentionally sensual taking a bite of the food you offered him, but before you could stop it the cupcake had splitted from your gasp, frosting smearing across the edge of his lips and his chin as it fell from your hands and onto the counter top.

“ah! love i’m sorry!” you immediately apologize and reach for a paper towel to clean it off of him but before you can he’s already whipping it from his perfect skin with a fond smile on his face. his amber eyes flicker with ethereal light when he looks at his frosting covered fingers and then back at you. though still full of love his smile turns into one more playful and teasing than before. “what?” 

you don't need to clarify, he knows what you’re asking about and he adores your sweet curiosity. “you know darling,” he stares into your eyes and your heart races at the flash of white fangs when he smiles a little wider. whatever he’s thinking is apparently amusing him. “this icing would be even more delicious on you.”

he reaches to smear it against you but, despite your body heating from your cheeks to down between your legs, you manage to slip from his range.

mischievous little thing.

“oh no you don’t,” you tease and begin to round the island with quick steps, his playfulness rubbing off on you. “put the icing down!”

he chuckles and you giggle his name as he takes one long stride towards you and you keep up this little game of chase.

thinking you could stay away from his grasp a little longer you quickly turn to run the other way but as soon as you turn around you smack right into his chest, the icing on his finger smearing against your cheek when you move suddenly as to not fall over and he reaches with his free hand to steady you. he had moved so quickly you didn’t prepare yourself for how fast you would lose but you giggled nonetheless until you looked up and into his eyes, seeing the searing amber flecked with gold that stared back at you. there was no doubt those were the eyes of an archon. and like a predator having caught his prey, his lips curl into a victoriously smile. 

“not quite where i was aiming,” he notes, his voice still playful but somehow even deeper than normal, laced with the prowess of his true form and so willingly you succumbed to it. “but it’s no matter.”

as if you weren’t already clinging to him for stability, your hands bunched at the fabric of his shirt tighter at the ghost of his breath on your face; tighter at the wet warmth of his long forked tongue kitten licking the corner of your lips; tighter at the press of it against you to lick the icing right off your cheek. 

his chest rumbled against you and with the little remaining strength you have, you can only whisper his name before he steals the rest of it. easily he uses his own strength to keep you both upright and entangled with one another even as he places you on the counter to be an even finer dessert than the cupcakes. 

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Drop the Miku Binder TJ rant bestie

okay so like

i was just thinking about it, and, like, i think it's fucking nuts but also really weird how the hamilton fandom (which i'm in but i swear i'm not an uwu lams turtles shipper please) somehow took this CRUSTY, TERF-BANGED, UGLY, OLD, REDHEADED, RAPIST ASS MOTHERFUCKER,

and turned his ugly ass into this.

like damn what the hell- what- how???? okay like yeah, they're using daveed diggs as a base for this bullshit, which, okay, fine, but YOU DID NOT NEED TO ADD THE INFO. The idea itself is funny but also a bit weird, however im 99% sure Diggs himself wore that shirt. However, all of the extra info??? come on. Where'd the fandom get this istg y'all-

Also, also, they did something similar by making John Laurens (gay blonde dumbass) into an UWU turtles boy. ....why. Bi trash coffee gremlin tumblr over-worked sleep-deprived alexander hamilton. like yeah relatable but. why. small bean big sweater uwu innocent boy blushy short james madison. ...why. bro was stubborn and would pick a fight and was the 'fuck you' type of shy.

I just find it wild the fandom made this and it is the entirety of the fandom into one. There's the good sides, there's the bad, and there's this. Which encompasses the ENTIRE. FUCKING. FANDOM.

The fandom has its headcanons, it has its perks, but then you reach the side where everyone is just a wild fucking original character. They don't model the historical figures anymore- they're just OCs with the name 'Philip Hamilton' or 'John Laurens' or god forbid our third U.S president 'Thomas Jefferson' slapped onto it.

I'm also so confused as to how this is what the fandom is known for. We have some good fics, we have hella good art, we have a M U S I C A L , and then the first thought people have of the Ham fandom is Miku Binder Third President Founding Fucker Slaveowner Thomas Jefferson.

I also find it kind of offensive (almost put insluting oh my ufckjg-) that they made a founder become this but like he'd probably be really pissed so please keep fucking up his memory lmao he deserves it

But like... also why. What made them think of this.

Like yeah I write 20k word TR smut but you don't see me drawing it.

You don't see me making him an UWU e-boy.

...Eh I probably would for shits and giggles tbh

But like this is founding father Thomas Jefferson. Third Pres. Second VP. First Sec. of State. And he is a furry, ex-cocaine addict. Also btw do they mean John Laurens or John Adams as the former drug dealer part because neither are better but it'd really help

Also bro literally raped his 14 year old slave and had like 6 kids with her. He had her room DIRECTLY NEXT TO HIS. He RAPED HIS DEAD WIFE'S HALF-SISTER. AND HE'S A SAD UWU MAN WHO DID NOTHING WRONG?

Let's not forget this same person made a post saying Lizzie (the Queen) would be reincarnated as a horse when she died. I'm serious. Deadass.

However, it's also funny as fuck because this entire thing is a tarnish to Jefferson and I fucking HATE that bastard so like good job lol

At the same time though it's still super weird??? But insane??? Because how did this become one of the Tumblr exclusives??? like it's Tumblr history at this point. Twitter history. You cannot express any like for the Hamilton musical before you get the 'have you seen miku binder thomas jefferson' and it's like 'well shit'.

But also remember: THIS IS NOT AN OC TO FUCK AROUND WITH. Hamilton the Musical specifically gave you and presented you the founder. Thomas Jefferson. Played by Daveed Diggs. Just because it is played by a POC, but also modernized, and vastly different from the actual founder and President, does not mean that at its core it is NOT STILL THE SAME PERSON.

If you name it Thomas Jefferson, if you use the presentation of him given by Daveed Diggs, you are still using that white fucking slave-owning racist motherfucker, and that's the point of it all.

I find it stupid but funny but also insane, and I wouldn't care, unless I KNEW IT WAS SERIOUS. The artist made it seriously. They made John Laurens. They made Philip Hamilton. They did this seriously.

but like also look at this lmao

This meme of Thomas Jefferson in a Hatsune Miku binder really got trending on Twitter at one point

It's an infamous, hellish, classic meme of both Tumblr and the Hamilton fandom, and it deserves what attention it's got, but Jesus please never unironically make shit like this again, Hamilfans, we're stained by this we don't need another😭🔫

EDIT:

i have more

So like, I just remembered: it kinda romanticizes these guys??? The musical??? so like don't get me wrong i love the music but... it puts them into this light. This pink light. It paints Hamilton as an abolitionist who was outspoken about it. When, in reality, dude traded and sold slaves for his in-laws + wasn't all that outspoken about it + was against immigrants or migrants, WHEN DUDE WAS FROM THE ISLANDS. HE HAD SCOTTISH BLOOD. AND HE'S AGAINST IT? Hypocrisy at its finest.

Washington also owned slaves and ran his own plantation too, so he's not off the hook. Madison, the 'uwu small bean' of the fandom, also owned slaves and ran a plantation. So the main people of this entire fiasco are slave-owners. Perfect. But also I've heard Ron Chernow's book on Hamilton, the entire start of the musical, is a bit biased to Ham himself, so...

You could be saying 'but FDRsduckfloaty, Sally is mentioned!' yes. But however, not enough. Not more. It's not even implied more than potentially ONCE what he did, and I'm not sure it ever was! Cabinet battle 3 states it flat-out but it was cut. For your info, Ben Franklin and John Adams are the only two you can really like in the slavery aspect. Ben bought them but let them go for their freedom, and John detested slavery and was against it. Never owned one.

Jefferson did add a slavery clause to the declaration but it was discarded, and he didn't fight half as much as he could have. Maybe he did and since it was the 1700s he didn't have a lot of support, but surely he could've done something like, I don't know, call it out after his terms? Once you're done gaining your second term and out of office, they can't do shit to it or your presidency, since it's over.

So the musical itself has its own problem and the fandom is even worse. It blatantly disregards that a LOT. A hella lot of the amrev fandom + a small part of the ham fandom has called TJeffs out for it but I mean can we please not make shit like Miku Binder Jefferson and act like he wasn't an actual child rapist???

This video does pretty well at it. I will admit the tagline 'America then, told by America now' almost sends shivers down my spine for what it really means. But then again I find men not knowing they'd make it down into the history books for starting the world's global power and the world's economic powerhouse pretty interesting. Doing something big and knowing it's historical, but not that it's going to form a very, VERY large country, where you'll be honored down the road and called a Founding Father of an entire nation? Signing papers and not knowing they're the founding stones of a country and still looked up to today? Intriguing.

But like still fuck Thomas Jefferson lmao

there's a lot more videos on it that dig deep, but the point is, that Hamilton is a good musical with good songs but it's also very... complex, and a bit problematic, Thomas Jefferson is a little bitch, and you should stan 1776 before you ever stan Hamilton. 1776 does not do this. It is much more realistic. 1776 has Benjamin Franklin and that's an immediate win. Be more like a 1776, be less like a Hamilton.

#miku binder thomas jefferson #thomas jefferson #this is the rant that woulda stayed in drafts #rant post #hamilton fandom #not just hamilton no no the fandom itself

[thecoochiefairy]

𝖓𝖊𝖜 𝕾𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖒

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE.

𝐀𝐍���𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓.

SUNLIGHT WAS WHAT WOKE SIN UP. When she opened her eyes, all of the memories of the day before came resurfacing as quickly as everything had happened. Her panic, her tears, her anger. Maybe all of this was her reality check. At this point she felt she’d had enough of those.

She pulls the covers off of her upper body as she sits up, adjusting the bonnet she wears as she looks around the entire room. Everything felt…closer to her eyes. She could see the detail of the black patterned floor, seeing the soft gray’s seeped in the marble. She could see the curled hairs in the wave brush seated under the tv. She blinked a couple of times to make sure she wasn’t delirious from just waking up.

Sin rubs her hands over her face as she realizes that she isn’t delirious and this is most likely a factor of her transition, she takes a deep breath. Yanking the rest of the duvet off of her body, she steps quietly over Aries’ body who sleeps and also making sure she doesn’t wake Mariah who snored beside her. Thoughts of how they came to her rescue also resurfaced as she brushed her teeth and washed her face to wake herself up. Neither of them had to do that for her, for that she felt grateful. A bit comforted, too.

Quietly closing the door behind herself onto the patio she steps by the railing,  feeling the warmth of the sun against her skin. Trying to push out the embarrassing moments she had the day before wasn’t as easy as she thought. But at the same time, she felt like she hadn't been that vulnerable to anyone in a long time. Reaching into her bonnet she pulls out a previously rolled blunt, but as she presses it to her lips and reaches for a lighter, she stops. She pulls the object out of her mouth and places it on the patio’s table.

“You? Not smoking? I thought we talked your ass off the ledge last night.”

Sin doesn’t turn around as she hears a familiar voice, feeling his presence from behind before he stands next to her.

“Think again. I figured it’s just a little too early for that,” she replies, now looking over at him as he leans over and takes the joint off of the table.

“Not for me though,” Aries mutters. He lights the end on the opposite side of his lips.

Sin snatches it out of his mouth as smoke encompasses the space between them and she asks, “You put in on this shit? No? I don’t think you did.”

“I think I’m owed this, considering what I did for you yesterday.”

Sin frowns, “Oh, so now I owe something to you?”

“Not at all. I’m just saying what you’re going through isn’t an easy process, I could use a blunt. Or two. Or eight—“

Sin punches the side of his arm, Aries flinching a bit as he laughs to himself. He takes that moment to snatch the lighter out of her hand.

“I get it, okay? I made an ass out of myself yesterday. I apologized for that. I am just not…used to all this yet,” she acknowledges.

“I’m not tryna’ make fun of you. I get it. You don’t have to be embarrassed to say someone helped you.”

“I’m not embarrassed about anything,” she glared.

“So you wanna keep lying. That’s cool.”

She turns away from him as she wraps her arms around herself from the morning breeze. Aries continues his previous action as he inhales the smoke into his lungs.

“I don’t like admitting that someone has helped me. Because if I do, that gives them the opportunity to throw it back in my face in the long run,” Sin confesses.

“You think I’d do that to you?” He now looks at her.

“I’m not saying you would. I’m not saying you wouldn’t either.”

She only gets a stare in response. Aries then ashes the blunt on the table as he comes forward, Sin’s breath catching in her throat as he presses her against the railing by his hands. She can only focus on his warm palms under the oversized shirt she wears.

“When I said I would help you with this, I meant that. I don’t have any reason to throw this situation back in your face if we were to get into an argument—“

“Another one, you mean?”

“You see me talking, right?” He comes closer to her face.

“Bullshitting, to be a better term. But yes,” she gave a sarcastic smile.

“So shut up then.”

She rolls her eyes and he continues, “Stop tryna’ be stubborn when this isn’t a time for that. I get it, you don’t trust me or anyone in this situation yet. That’s fine. But I’m doing this for you, not to you. So I need you to allow me to earn that trust.”

Sin presses her lips together. She knows how she’s being, and her transition process is something where she needs to allow other people in. But besides that, she didn’t completely trust Aries just yet. He was hot and cold just as much as she was, maybe this was an opportunity for the both of them to show one another a different side.

“You ever heard of personal space? Back the hell off of me,” she requests.

She makes an abrupt noise as Aries leans farther down and presses his chin on her shoulder, Sin now only seeing the structure of his back in the reflection of the glass.

“Is this nigg— are you seriously hugging me right now?”

“I’d say this is more like a support and comfort position. Maybe you’ll feel less embarrassed if you’re not actually looking at me.”

“I’d say I don’t feel supported or comforted,” she muffled under his shoulder.

“You ever thought of just being nice sometimes?” He suggested. Sin feels goosebumps arise as he grips her skin under his palms.

She blinks, “Sorry, force of habit. I was enough of an ass yesterday.”

“You were being a wolf. But ass and wolf are in the same category at most times. You’re not the only one with uncontrollable anger, nobody can blame you for that.”

“You’re only saying that cause you’d be a hypocrite if you said otherwise, goof.”

“That’s exactly why,” Aries inhales, her aroma hugging him more than she was.

Sin feels her entire body become warm—including her face— realizing that he’s not moving until he gets more out of her. Sighing, she relaxes her body a bit more into his arms.

“I just— I was hot about a lot of things yesterday, one of them also being my friends hanging out and nobody invited me. It sounds childish to even say out loud but it’s how I feel. I just don’t understand what’s going on.”

“Maybe they don’t like you?”

“Why the fuck would you say that?” She lifts her head.

“I’m playing girl, damn. But on some real shit, maybe they just need a little more time. A lot just happened, remember that.”

“I get that, Aries. But they’re not the only ones that went through something? Everyone did,” she reminds, leaning her nose onto his shirt.

“Don’t be immature about the situation or make it a competition either.”

“I’m not, I’m just saying. I just want them to talk to me,” she quietly says, smacking his hands as she feels his palms going lower.

“You got more important shit to worry about right now, hybrid.”

“You ain’t no help,” she pushes his head up.

For the first time in days, Sin’s body feels entirely cold. Goosebumps travel all around her skin as she holds her breath, the warmth of his body teasing at her impulsive thoughts to pull him closer. Aries brings his face down to hers as her hand comes around the back of his neck, their lips brushing together. Sin finally exhales.

The sound of a loud yawn is what brings Sin out of the moment and her skin flames all over again, the heat fanning in her cheeks as she attempts to push him off. He doesn’t remove his hands as he looks back, glaring at Mariah who jumps out of the bed.

“Good morning!” She chirps.

“Morning,” Sin sheepishly gives a soft smile, hiding her face and waving as Mariah makes her way onto the patio. As Sin is amused and tries to hold back her laugh, Aries could’ve ripped her head off. In his human form.

“Ahhh,” Mariah let out loudly, stretching her limbs as she breathed, “I’ve missed seeing the sun rise early in the morning from this room.”

She stops as she looks over to see Aries and Sin with their hands over their mouths and noses. She frowns as she states, “No— chill out. Be for real, my breath that bad?”

“That bad, my love. Like a man is dancing with shitty shoes in the back of your mouth,” Sin mutters, mouth still covered.

“Oh? The man in the back of yours probably playing karate and y’all over here tryna’ kiss? Go to hell!”

“Um—“

“Yeah, yeah. Save me the drama and lies. I’m finna’ go brush my teeth,” Mariah waves off, slamming the patio door behind her. Aries and Sin finally release the laughs they’ve been holding.

–

SIN HAD BEEN SEARCHING FOR THE LAST THIRTY MINUTES. She decided to take a nap as Mariah and Aries said they had pack duty, figuring going to sleep would ease the tension she felt within herself. When she woke up to realize the entire house was empty, she began looking in every room to make sure. But when she opened the door to what looked like a dark and empty room, the room wasn’t so empty as Elijah, Mariah and Aries all sat on the floor. They all had welcoming smiles on their faces.

“Uh— Elijah, what are you doing here?” Was one of the million questions she had. She looked around as she saw a couple of candles lit around them, now also hearing the soothing music playing in the background.

“We’re here to work on your temper,” Elijah calmly responds.

“I don’t have a temp—“

She stops as they all look at her with the same face. Mariah then interrupts her as she says, “Girl, you seen how you was breaking trees? We only do shit like that when we’re in danger.”

“I recall, I was there if you don’t remember. But you’re right, maybe I need a lil’ intervention. So what’s your plan?”

She then sits in the empty space of their circle, copying the position they all sit in with her legs crossed.

“We’re gonna meditate,” Elijah hums.

Sin’s face drops, “You’re joking.”

“Not at all,” Aries replies.

“Meditate? The thing where you sit and hum, all that shit?”

“Yes. We’re all pretty in tune with our spiritual self, we just need you to get there. You have to be at peace with your mind so when your soul releases from your body your transition into the sky will be smooth,” Elijah says, Mariah and Aries nodding their heads in agreement.

“I’m going to hell, didn’t you hear?”

Elijah’s smile drops. He makes a sad expression as he says, “See? This is what I’m talking about.”

“I’m kidding, sorry. Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Today we’re gonna do a sound bath. This will keep you under control if you continue to do it,” Aries introduced.

“Question, did you do this sound bath when you choked me out?”

“Oop,” Elijah and Mariah mutter.

“Don’t start your shit right now. We already had this conversation,” Aries dismisses.

“Show me the way then, Mr. Peacemaker,” Sin opens her arms.

“First you’ll close your eyes, breath in through your nose and out your mouth. Try it,” Elijah directs.

They all close their eyes and inhale, Sin following their movements and closing her eyes as well. When she slowly exhales, she feels nothing but the same. They repeat the exercise and it’s louder the second time, Sin peeking one of her eyes open as they all have the same relaxed smiles on their faces.

“I don’t think this is working.”

Mariah then suggests, “Maybe we should teach her the chant?”

“What chant?” Sin asks.

“That’s for the baby wolves, Mariah,” Aries shakes his head.

“I’m not a damn baby,” Sin points out, feeling her skin becoming warmer.

“Close enough, maybe stop acting like one,” Aries snaps.

“How about you fucking make me!—“

“See! See!” Elijah exclaims. Sin pulls back as she hears herself, pressing her lips together in embarrassment.

“Sorry again. What’s the chant?” She apologizes.

“Alpha-Beta-Alpha-Beta-Go Adonis-Adonisss!” Mariah and Aries chant together, Mariah adding movements in hers and also clapping. Sin blinks.

“You put your alpha in your cheer?”

“Chant, not cheer. Plus we don’t really think about what it says, more so how it makes us feel. Try it,” Mariah suggests.

“Alpha-Beta-Alpha-Beta-Go Adonis-Adonis?” Sin repeats, more confusion in her voice.

“Calmer,” Aries suggests.

“Slower,” Mariah comes behind him.

Sin repeats the chant to herself under her breath as she closes her eyes, squeezing her fist together as she tries to release all the pent up energy she has within her body.

“I um… I don’t think this is working,” Elijah whispers, Sin then opening her eyes as she hears him speak.

“Maybe it would’ve if you hadn’t interrupted my thoughts. Got any more suggestions?”

“Hm. Well, okay, what do you like to do that calms you down?” Mariah questions.

“Well uh…I don’t think it’s something we can do as a group activity,” Sin awkwardly laughs. Aries clears his throat.

“Got you. Is there anything else you like to do?” Mariah hopes for another answer.

“I like to make stuffed animals. In New Salem we have this place called Construct-A-Teddy,” Sin answers.

“…Build-A-Bear?” Both Mariah and Aries say at the same time.

“Where?” Elijah and Sin also reply together.

“Oh god,” Mariah facepalms, “Maybe you just need an obsidian crystal to block out all that negative energy you have.”

“Uh oh,” Sin mutters, closing her eyes as she hears Elijah gasp.

“Sin! Where is your crystal I gave you?!” He places his hands on his hips.

“I don’t know!” Sin flings her arms out.

“Did you ever charge it like I told you?”

“You never gave me a charger for it!”

“Oh god,” they all respond as she gives them a confused expression.

“Speaking of crystals, do you have any you can give away? I need a tiger’s eye,” Mariah spins away from the actual situation at hand.

“I need a rose quart,” Aries also raises his hand.

“For what?” Mariah asks.

“For nunyadamnbusiness? Mind yours?”

“What’s a tiger’s eye? Rose quart? Why am I the only person that doesn’t know what the hell y’all are talking about?” Sin spouted.

“Maybe this is why you’re so angry all the time! If I was having no sex and no crystals to guide me, I’d be the same way. Y’all call her dramatic? Dick depression is real,” Mariah concluded.

“You know what, Mariah’s right. Well the first half— I mean. But with the chant, the crystals, and this stress ball I have, this could work! Let’s try it,” Elijah declares. He takes the ball out of his pocket and places it in Sin’s hands, pressing her fingers down so she could squeeze on it. He then begins breathing in and out loudly, Mariah begins doing the chant on repeat, and Aries holds his crystals in his hand with a soft smile on his face. Sin places her hands on her face.

“I really am in a goddamn cult,” she mutters.

–

IT IN FACT DIDN’T END UP WORKING IN ELIJAH’S FAVOR. Sin politely asked Mariah to stop chanting as her ears felt sensitive, yet she continued to do it. When she asked Elijah to also stop breathing heavily— he continued to do it. But when her eyes went completely green— which hadn’t happened before— and she let out the loudest growl they’d all heard, they all ran out screaming. She also ran behind them apologizing.

She suggested that they try mediating in the woods because she felt more at peace outside in the trees, the four of them now seated in a circle again. For once in this entire day, Sin felt calm. Almost a little too calm.

They’d been there for about twenty minutes now, eyes closed and taking in their own personal thoughts, issues, anything that would disrupt their peace. Sin felt like her entire body was floating off of the ground, hearing nothing but the birds chirping and the leaves swaying in the wind.

That’s until she actually saw her body floating off of the ground.

“Holy fuck. When did I learn to do this?”

Sin was now looking down at herself who was still on the grass with her legs crossed, frozen in her position. Her soul floated above, watching. She slowly allowed her apparition to now connect on the grass, looking around at the others who also hadn’t moved a muscle. She was amazed at this sudden gift, but also a little intimidated at the fact that her powers were growing with her transition. But when she noticed something in the trees, all the thoughts could return later.

She looked closer as she noticed it was someone and not something , squinting as she clearly took in the familiar stance. The dreads and pointy ears all made her want to shit herself.

“Dad?” Sin frowned, head tilting.

He looks behind himself. When he realizes that she can see him, he mutters, “Oh shit. U—Um— no! Not dad. I’m a ghost…boooo!” He lifts his arms, wiggling his fingers before he quickly says, “Bye now,” taking off in the other direction.

“Bye my ass, motherfucker,” Sin takes her shoes off, speeding into the trees behind him. Twigs and branches seep through her body as she runs behind him. It doesn’t take long before Iver stops, putting his hand out in front of him while the other is on his knee.

“Damn. You run fast,” he exasperates.

“What the fuck—“ Sin pauses as Iver glares for her language, correcting herself as she asks, “What the hell are you doing here, Dad?”

“What are you doing here?” He repeats.

“I don’t know? I was meditating and this just happened.”

“You shouldn’t be here,” he shakes his head.

“And why’s that? Where is ‘here’ anyway?”

“It’s a very, extremely small tether. There’s too many people here. The more people, we could become noticed by Sybil,” he coughs, still trying to catch his breath.

“Sybil? I’m confused.”

“Also, if you happen to see your mom here…don’t talk to her. She’s upset with me.”

“…Dad, what are you talking about? I need a little bit more than what you’re giving me. Otherwise, I think I might actually spiral.”

“We can talk when I awake, Sin.”

“And just when the hell will that be?”

“I don’t know, I know about just as much as you do with everything going on.”

On the other side of the trees, when Elijah opens his eyes he also sees himself floating above his body. He looks up to see Aries and Mariah floating across from him, scared shitless expressions on their faces.

“How the fuck are we doing this right now? I’m not a fuckin’ hybrid!” Mariah panics.

“Sin must’ve allowed us into the tether as well. I don’t think she meant to do it on purpose.”

“What the hell is a tether, Elijah?” Aries asks.

“It’s too much to explain right now…where’s Sin?” He then looks over to her body on the ground, seeing nothing above her.

“Wow. She really has no soul,” Mariah mutters.

“She does, Mariah. It just has the ability to move unlike ours,” Elijah explains.

“So what does that mean?”

“It means her powers are evolving.”

At the farther end of the forest, Sin continues to stare at her father with more questions she wished she could ask. He clearly didn’t have time to give them to her.

“Can you just— walk away?” Iver pleads.

“Hell no! We need to talk! You’re alive?”

“You using ‘hell’ as an alternative for every other curse word you want to use right now is getting annoying.”

“Iver!” She shouts.

“Okay! Okay. I’m kinda alive.”

“So you’re also dead?”

“Kinda? I’m halfway.”

“Okay— so— what about mom? We know she’s not alive, so she’s just able to put herself in— whatever the hell this is?”

“You know your mom has always been powerful. But the difference between being living and dead in here, the dead don’t have to be seen at all unless they choose to be seen. She only wants to be seen when Sybil isn’t here. Meaning alive people can be traced and seen, meaning you can’t be here. So just— go away!” He yells, making Sin flinch at his tone. Being so long since she’d seen her father or to be able to talk to him did make her a bit emotional, so him yelling at her to go away made something in her eyes sting.

“You want me to go away?” She asked, voice quieter this time.

“No. No sweetheart,” he shakes his head when he sees the tears in her eyes. He presses his hands along her face as he continues, “This is just a very thin tether. Your grandmother knows I’m here. But she doesn’t know that I have the ability to move around.”

“Who taught you that you could?”

“Your momma. Now hush! You have to go, I will explain everything when I can. I just don’t need Sybil coming back here right now. Go back to your body, please.”

“I don’t even know how to do that!” She calls, Iver already walking away from this conversation.

“Yes you do! Your Bambi’s child. I love you! I’ll explain everything later!”

“Wait! I just have one more question.”

“It better be important,” he states.

“If you’ve been watching me…you’ve seen all the times I been kissing and stuff?”

Iver squints at her, lifting his finger up towards her as he says, “We’ll talk about you and those men later. You’re grounded. Goodbye!”

“How he gon’ punish me and he half d— Dad! Wait!— Shit!” She curses, wishing that she could have all of her questions answered. His spirit disappears with no other information to give her. Sin sighs.

“Fuck my life.”

She begins going back in the direction she came from as she looks for her body. Feeling as though she’s lost or she hasn’t realized how far she ran to catch Iver, she sighs as she sees the familiar frame of herself standing by a tree.

“I don’t remember being by a tree— ooh shit!”

She shouts, realizing it wasn’t her body, but Bambi now standing in front of her.

“Hi sweetheart,” she smiles, looking at the younger reflection of herself in Sin.

“Don’t sweetheart me, you said you were gonna explain what the hell is going on the next time you see me. So fess up!” She points, other hand over her thumping heart.

“Oh right. I did say that. Well, bad news, your dumbass father ruined that opportunity. Sorry.”

Just like that, she was gone. Sin stands there with a dumbfounded expression, unable to do anything but stand there with her hands out.

“Sin!”

She hears the voice of Elijah calling out to her, turning her head as she quickly follows his voice. Once she makes it back to the area of trees they were in she sees Mariah and Aries staring at her with confused expressions, Elijah looking more concerned than usual.

“You okay? What happened?” He asked.

“I talked to my parents,” was all Sin replied with.

“Wait but I thought you said your mom was de—“

“And that your dad’s in a co—

“But I thought they were—

“I know,” Sin cuts them all off, “Please don’t ask. My dad said he’s halfway to death but he’s in this weird tether where he’s been watching everything going on, my mom said she’s pissed at my dad. She literally poofed after giving me no information. But my question is— what did whatever Iver do to my mom have to do with me? I don’t know. It just seems like some shady shit is going on.”

Silence goes between the four of them. Aries then speaks up as he repeats himself, “So they not dead?”

“Better question. If your dad has been watching everything going on, do you think that he knows whether or not Sybil set us up when going to Oseidon? Or do you think she’d actually even do that?” Mariah asks.

“I’m not gon’ lie, it’s starting to look like she really did. But at the same time, it seemed like the situation was wrong place, wrong time. Without the help of Sybil.”

It all makes them realize that their situation was a lot bigger than they hoped or imagined.

“Ah! Look! Your skin is at a normal temperature again,” Elijah pointed out, feeling her arm as Mariah clapped happily.

“That’s good. But let’s not ever do that shit again, I hated that method,” Sin pulled her arm away.

“That was kinda your fau—“

“You wanna keep your ears and they not be ripped off? I suggest you shut up and listen.”

Elijah pouts, “Fine.”

–

THE DAY JUST FELT LIKE IT WOULDN'T END. With the amount of events they had, Sin figured it would’ve been close to the next day. Somehow it was only the evening. Her and Mariah made it back to Aries’ room ; Sin desperately felt as though she needed a shower.

She stepped out as she began drying herself off, taking a deep breath as all she wanted to do was lay across a bed and rethink her entire life. What was Iver hiding from her? Better yet, what was her mom hiding from her? All these thoughts continued to swarm.

She leaned across the counter as she began drying her legs, her process slowly coming to a halt as she stared at her skin. She noticed the amount of hair had grown fuller and quicker than she remembered it ever being. When she looked at her other leg, she noticed the same thing. She furrowed her eyebrows.

Taking a towel and wrapping it around her body, she slowly opened the door and peeked out. She saw Mariah sitting on the end of the bed looking at the projector screen, what looked to be something melting on her leg.  She looked down as she then roughly pulled the tape back, Sin jumping in her spot.

“Um— what are you doing?” Sin spoke, catching Mariah’s attention.

“Waxing. Which you’ll probably have to start doing—“ Mariah pauses, glancing at Sin’s bare legs and she sees the hair growing. She then corrects herself, “—Or now. You’ll probably have to start doing it now.”

“I’ve um…I’ve never done a waxing before,” she admits, unaware what that meant.

“You’re just pulling hair off of your body.”

“But does that explain what wax is?”

Mariah frowns, “I don’t know how much more clear you want me to be, babe. It’s just some stuff that removes hair off of the body.”

“Oh. Well I use razors, I never heard of wax.”

“Razors? How hillbilly are you people?”

“Hey! Rude. We are just more…conservative,” Sin pouts.

“As conservative as removing hair from your body?”

“I meant liberal then,” Sin corrects.

“Okay Einstein. Did y’all even have phones until recently?” Mariah throws the wax in the trash.

“Yes, we always have. We’re not that damn backwood.”

“Were they restricted?”

Sin then crosses her arms over her chest. She mutters quietly, “Maybe.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Anyways, would you prefer me to wax you or you just keep shaving?”

Sin adjusts the towel around her body nervously, “Um— How would you wax me?”

“Well, I put the wax on your skin and then I rip it off. That removes the hair,” Mariah explains.

“Rip…what off? My skin?

“Your hair,” Mariah blinks.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because it slows down the process of the hair growing back— pause, you’ve never heard of a Brazilian wax?”

“Why’s it Brazilian?”

Mariah’s face drops, “Nevermind. How do you get your eyebrows that shape? Or is your makeup that perfect?”

“I learned how to do it myself.”

“Without the internet?”

“I mean we have the internet, but I never go that deep into it.”

“Makeup and eyebrows are too deep— and Aries calls me multifaceted. Anyways, c’mon.”

“Where are we going?”

“To the bathroom, I’m gonna do your first Brazilian wax!”

“Uh— okay. Sounds fun!”

“Yeah…fun!” Mariah repeats.

Sin learns the hard way that getting a Brazilian wax was the complete opposite of fun. They were lucky that no one was in the house, otherwise they would’ve heard her blood curdling screams. They now sat back in Aries’ room as Sin was finishing the touches on Mariah’s makeup she’d started, a pack of ice on her lap as she leaned over and added blush to her cheeks.

“You have the nicest cheekbones,” Sin complimented.

“Thank you. You know, being able to create anyones exact shade is so convenient,” Mariah pointed out, closing her eyes.

“Trust me, it took a lot of spell books to get there.”

“You should post your looks on social media. You’d get a lot of views on Tik Tok.”

“Uh…what’s a Tok Tik? Or whatever the hell you just said,” she asked.

“If I have to facepalm myself one more time today I’m gonna leave a bruise,” Mariah sighs.

Aries enters the room, headphones playing music loudly in his ears. When he notices the two women getting along, he removes the headphones as he asks questionably, “Hey?”

“You know this girl knows how to do wigs, acrylic nails—and toes— eyebrows and lash extensions? All by minimal research and spell books?” Mariah greeted.

“Uh…nope. I didn’t know that,” he’s more confused about the ice pack seated on Sin’s lap.

“Get this! She doesn’t know what Tik Tok is.”

“It’s a place where you post videos and go viral,” Aries explains.

“Virus?” Sin repeats.

“Viral, babe,” Mariah corrects.

“As much as I’d love to stay for this conversation, i gotta go hoop’ with my brothers. When I come back you wanna come help me decorate the kids facility?”

Mariah raises her eyebrows as Sin absentmindedly continues her makeup, not realizing he was talking to her as he waits for a response. Sin stops as she turns around before confirming, “Me?”

“Who else?”

“Yeah. Yeah! Okay. Sure. Yeah. Okay,” she stutters.

He closes the door behind himself and she sighs, shaking her head at herself.

“Well damn, it’s like I wasn’t even here. You might as well have put your leg up like a Disney Princess.”

“Shut up,” Sin softly laughs.

“So am I wrong?”

Sin begins going back to doing her makeup, looking through her strip lashes in her box of supplies. She then replies, “Being away from my friends has given me more time to be around him. I’m shocked to say I don’t hate it either? I hate being all— girly and gushy. It’s fucking gross.”

“It’s called liking someone, Sin.”

“Aries was someone I felt comfortable coming to about a situation. Mainly because—“

“You like himmmm—“

“No, because he logically processes things more than I do. I still would feel better with a couple more opinions.”

“Well no one asks me for my opinion cause I always give it before they ask. So, I’m all ears!”

Sin hesitates. She then mutters, “Um, well. After the whole situation with Oseidon my friends haven’t been speaking to me, I just wish I could understand what I did to them. Aries said I should just give them time considering it was a traumatizing incident, but they have been all hanging out with each other. Just not me. At this point I feel like it’s personal, you know?”

“Fuck them,” Mariah states.

“Huh?”

“Fuck them, then.”

“I thought you were supposed to be logical about everything?”

“That was never me. Who said that?”

“Aren’t you a doctor?”

“Your point is? Listen, if they don’t wanna talk right now, they can kiss your ass until otherwise. Plus, you have me for the time being! They’ll live. Clearly they have been.”

“…We’re friends?” Sin questions.

“I just waxed your vagina, we definitely aren’t acquaintances,” Mariah shakes her head. She takes a bottle of mascara she finds as she looks in a compact mirror, applying it to her lashes.

“But don’t you still want Aries?”

Mariah halts her movements. She has a look on her face as if she wants to laugh.

“Girl, don’t insult me like that. Hell no.”

“I’m confused. So all this cockblocking you’re doing—“

“So you do like him? You wanna do stuff with him?”

“We’re talking about you right now!” Sin blushes.

“Look, I get it. Look at him! I’d wanna do stuff with him too.”

“But— you did. You were his girlfriend at one point.”

“Exactly,” Mariah smiles, “Proving my own point.”

“Well can I ask why you wouldn’t want him back?”

“Being in a relationship, I felt trapped. But being in multiple? Makes me feel good. Free. I enjoy polyamorous relationships rather than monogamous relationships.”

“What’s a—“

“C’mon girl, you can’t be that hillbilly.”

“Can you stop? We are not rednecks.”

“It’s not an insult, you’re a very beautiful woman, you know. Even for a hillbilly. Actually, are y’all Amish?”

“…What’s a Am—“

“Stop. Nevermind. Anyways, poly relationships are more than one partner. Monogamy is just two people,” Mariah breaks down.

“Ah, okay. Well in our coven we had to pick our partners.”

“Is that how you ended up with that fine ass man?”

“You think Cloud is fine?” Sin frowns.

“Hey! Don’t give me that face. I look at everyone. Back to your story.”

“Well uh—my parents got together and got pregnant with me on a whim, so Sybil changed her rules to having a partner by eighteen so we could eventually reproduce. That would create a bigger coven.”

“That’s weird.”

“Yeah, that’s just how our world works,” Sin shrugs.

“I know you uh.. mentioned your mom. Are you uncomfortable if I were to ask how she passed?”

“Well, it was by a wolf scratch. I hope you can kinda understand my panic now,” she weakly smiles, trying to make herself seem lighter with her answer.

“Yeah…no, I totally get it. Sorry. I didn’t mean to make the mood shitty,” Mariah apologizes.

“No, no. It’s fine. You’re fine.”

“What was her name?”

“Bambi.”

Mariah’s entire expression changes. She stops applying her mascara and places it down on the bed, trying to find a response to the name.

“You okay? Did I add to the shitty mood?”

“No, no. That’s just— always been such a pretty name. I love it.”

“Thank you.”

Sin smiles. A genuine smile that she can feel across her face. In the past weeks of feeling alone, in this one moment she finally felt like she had a friend.

#black #black fantasy #black love #black stories #reading #romance #writers on tumblr #black literature #witches #black witch #wolves

[dark-ambition]

“I saw Lily Brown lose her hand in the oil refinery,

Oh so clear, like autumn dew drops scattered on the air.”

The lyrics of the song were slow, filled with melancholy, and yet somehow wistful at the same time, like the melody was trying to call back on the old days when the proverbial Lily was still alive, trying to preserve the memory of her under the cruel and unforgiving manner of her death. It echoed openly in the large, wide open space of Pentious’s workshop, his voice rising and falling with the tune of the pitch that he had memorized to perfection in his mind, singing openly as his arms worked a wrench along an array of hard metal bolts that he sought to tighten.

“I saw Lily Brown when the chain snapped quick as lighting,

And she fell, quick as anything onto the grating there.”

His tail slowly thumped along the ground to the beat that was only kept in tune by his own sense of rhythm, creating a dull, heavy thud that rang out in the empty space along with his words, creating an echo chamber that seemed to ricochet back to him and filled his ears. If he closed his eyes, it almost sounded like a chorus of voices singing along with him.

“I felt Lily Brown gasp her last inside my arms,

And she was warm, and then was cold,

Grease slick in her hair.”

He can’t help but tilt his head back a little as he sang, feeling his heart starting to pound a bit harder in his chest as he began to get encompassed by the music’s beat and song, pausing in the heavy turning motions of the wrench in his arms as he turned another bolt and fastened it into it’s proper place, unable to resist the memories from bubbling up. The smell of sulfur, of chemical fumes stinging his nose and making him feel light headed, of bleached leather, of worn boots pounding the ground above and around him as hundreds of workers, spiked in muck and grime, wandered around him, all the while smokestacks filled the sky with black.

“Who knew Lily brown?

She was lonesome just like everyone,

And her eyes shone gold at midnight in the sodium glare.”

He remembered these songs. He remembered them well. Some were ones that he had been taught as a boy, listening to the chorus of men and women singing and belting out the lyrics as they shoveled coal into furnaces or shoved needles through chemical soaked cloth, others were around campfires, bars rotten with mildew late at night. Some he had made an effort to record whenever he found them, as they had come after he had already died. But he always remembered these songs, and the familiarity was a comfort like none other.

“I knew Lily Brown

She was kind when I was lonely

Took my shift from four 'til noontime

And she combed my hair.”

It was almost amusing, how much these songs brought him comfort when they stood for a time that was his most awful and lowest point. He didn’t quite know why singing them was so much of a nice feeling to him. Perhaps it was because the melody was easy to learn, the rhythm meant to be repetitive, unchanging, simple, meant to be as complex as the sound of thundering boots marching along to the hiss and flow of machines and the work made to power them. Meant to be sung in groups, and yet he sung alone.

“Who was Lily Brown

Before she was one more body?

A crisp malfunction soon replaced and soon repaired.”

A fate he easily could’ve met that day. A fate that many still met now, in the depths of Hell, and one that somehow has still yet to touch him. He had stopped working, the wrench held loosely in both of his fists, eyes closed as he continued to sing, his voice being the only one to fill his ears, the only thing he could hear. His own voice in an echo chamber, singing songs that only he knew, and only he remembered.

“I bore Lily Brown after she lay cold and rigid

And the earth was soft and yielding in the summer air.”

His tail continued to beat. His voice continued to fill the air. For a moment, it felt like even the room around him had faded away. That he was singing into an abyss that could do nothing but simply echo back, an abyss with no tongue and no voice of their own.

“I loved Lily Brown who lost her life to the oil refinery

Oh so clear like autumn dew drops scattered on the air.”

He slowly stops the slow thudding beat of his tail. He stops singing. His eyes slowly open as the sound of his voice fades from his ears. There was no one there.

He couldn’t help but realize just how empty his workshop felt when he was the only one in it.

#all of hell will learn to fear the serpent! (pentious ic) #drabble #long post

[traitorjowrites]

There’s a bike path by the highway filled with the glow of street lamps that light the passing cars at night. It winds under her bridges and over the river that challenges her. The light leaks through the trees that protect the eyes of daily walkers, but at night you feel the presence of cars milling through our outer belt. The path, once smooth pavement, crumbles underfoot. The highway is at the plateau of the valley, and underneath there is room for the forest and those who wish to be near it. The fence that lines the trees is made of a splintering wood, sopping with mildew and rot on this dry night. We’re standing on that fence, our bodies bent to hold onto the railing, looking into the stream bellow. The boys are rustling in the trees near by, making conversation, finally. 

At least I think it’s finally, it’s hard to tell. I’m not here for long, only a few days. If this happened a year ago I wouldn’t remember it. It would blend into all of the sickly sweet nights. I don’t remember the cold of that winter. I know there were nights where I caught a chill, but memories are kind in letting forget everything but the warmth of the fire, the warmth of their bodies pressed against mine, and the warmth of the pancakes the boys brought us on new year’s morning. The summer nights were all encompassing, thick like honey. I spent more time with them than I spent alone. We would sit in the quiet and focus to match our breathing to the crickets. There was a night we walked this path, thankful that the night was beginning swallow the heat of the day. They quieted when the forest relented to the grass and clovers, and the field filled with fireflies. I hadn’t seen fireflies like this since I lived out in the country, and everyone else said that hadn’t seen anything like it at all. They caught them in their hands and let the glow spill between their fingers. It was the kind of beauty that you sit with, and you don’t speak about. Something that you’re scared will end if you don’t just sit back and watch. The kind of beauty that makes you think about yourself.

It’s hard to tell if this is the first conversation in a while, as I haven’t been here. I know things were tense, and I know why through whispers and vague remarks. There was a heaviness in the room with him for a while. The sort of sadness that is begging to be talked about, but you wouldn’t dare ruin the precious time you had here in what would likely end in an awkward, dismissive conversation. It didn’t used to be like this. In the summer, we would circle our outer belt as the car whined at every gear shift. The warm air would tangle our hair and push our arms back into the sill of the window. Sometimes the music would be too loud to think around. It was always his music and that was okay. Sometimes the windows would close and the music would quiet and we’d pull onto a slower street. I would never ask, he would just talk. I liked the feeling if being trusted like that, by someone like that. I might miss it more than I miss him, the way I cling onto the words of my new friends like driftwood in high tide. They can’t give me that trust, and he won’t anymore. I think he needs it most right now

He used to take me to a hidden lake. You’d have to drive up the road a bit, and pull off into the parking lot of a fast food place. Behind it, was another path. It was hidden past a “no trespassing” sign that was never obeyed. He said the owners has a gun and would use it, and he wasn’t messing with me. That doesn’t mean I think he was telling the truth, rather that he liked the idea that I didn’t care and would follow him anyway. This path also hosted a wall of trees to shield us from the highway. On its other side was a corn field that expanded into the night. The path was often flooded, meaning that we’d have to slough through mud. The snipers had clearly attempted to gravel it, to no avail. We would often complain about how poorly upkept the property that we were invading was. At the end of the path there’s a deck that extends about 15 feet into the water, with a ladder at the end suggesting a capacity for swimming. Even with just the streetlights lighting it, you could see the blue of the artificial water begging you for a swim.

tbc

-march 18, 2022, archive

[theinformedmommy]

Hope youre not wearing mascara while watching this moms viral TikTok about the phases of motherhood

Hope you’re not wearing mascara while watching this mom’s viral TikTok about the phases of motherhood There isn’t a mother alive who isn’t fully aware of the concept of “the days are long but the years are short,” because we’re living it. Every single moment, we’re living it. And this mom’s viral TikTok—featuring audio from Bing Bong of “Inside Out”—is going to absolutely gut you. Because it’s beautiful and painful and exciting all at the same time. “When your kid starts to get a little older, you get a little bit of your independence back and you start to feel like yourself again,” the video begins, showing TikTok user @_itsbriannam in full-on independent mom mode. You can hear Amy Poehler’s “Bing Bong, we did it!” audio for this part of the viral TikTok video. Those who are familiar with “Inside Out” know the beauty and heartbreak of Riley’s imaginary friend, Bing Bong, helping Joy reach the top of the Long-Term Memory part of Riley’s HQ. That audio is the perfect soundtrack to this video for so many layered, deeply emotional reasons. Related: Mom’s viral TikTok nails the emotional rollercoaster of letting your kids sleep in your bed The next shot of the video is the same mom, hair in a messy bun, pretending to hold a newborn baby, looking and feeling like we all did during those endlessly exhausting newborn days. “The part of you that will always be a brand-new mom sitting alone in a nursery, rocking your newborn baby, wondering how in the world you’re going to get through this.” The “brand-new mom” is seen cheering on the newly-independent mom with tears in her eyes, and honestly it’s the most perfect depiction of the phases of motherhood I’ve ever seen. The second part of the audio is from Bing Bong, Riley’s old imaginary friend again, reciting his famous line: “You made it! Go, go save Riley! Take her to the moon for me.” That audio in conjunction with the image of a brand-new mom rocking a newborn is an automatic, guaranteed trip to Tissue Town. WHEW. IS IT DUSTY IN HERE? And, of course, it’s resonating with moms all over TikTok—in the comments section, in stitches, duets, etc. Because we all know those feelings all too well. Related: This viral video has mothers everywhere feeling so seen (and crying) For me, the newborn phase was the hardest. Sure, I know they sleep all day and they’re so tiny and sweet and they can’t talk back (or make you chase them around the house while chewing on quarters, but I digress). I know that. And I loved all of those parts of the newborn phase and more. But it was the hardest part for me for exactly the reasons shown in this video—the all-encompassing loss of self. The loss of your old identity. The loss of your independence and free time. The loss of boobs that don’t hurt from being cracked and bleeding all day. The loss of clean hair and clothes. The loss of the world outside your cocoon of new motherhood—I struggled. Big time. Postpartum anxiety and depression hit me hard. And yet, even though toddlerhood is exhausting in many other ways, it’s not an all-encompassing life phase. Because they don’t need you for every single tiny thing every single day. You find yourself again. You’re able to take time for yourself again. You start to get back in touch with your own needs, wants, and desires. Thinking about New Mom Me chokes me up, because the first time around she didn’t realize there was an expiration date for the newborn and infant phases because she couldn’t see that far ahead. Life didn’t exist outside of nursing, cat naps, spit-up, blow-outs, the witching hour, and never knowing if you’re doing the right thing—for yourself or your baby. Now that I’m out of the “thick of it,” I wish I could show New Mom Me—anxious beyond sanity and covered in breastmilk while looking wistfully outside my living room window—that I’m on a trip to the moon with both of my girls. The phases are fleeting, it’s true, but we’re on this ride for life. Source link via WordPress https://ift.tt/vZDrO2H October 03, 2022 at 02:43PM

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[oh-jail-for-mother]

maybe now i'd be able to remember her face, bring up an image of it breaking into a smile, or doing that funny little frown, without trying. i think i stared hard enough and long enough for that

#the expressions ive seen on her face today #my memory has made a bit of room to encompass them all #my minds eye would see the almost comical twist of her face when she's confused and i will know that it's hers #hers alone yes and is that not lovely #to C: i know you'd see this pls don't bring it up in the chat spare me the embarrassment <33 #word dump

[kpop-zone]

Twice reaction to their best friend confessing their feelings to them

“What do you think?”

The sudden question of your best friend ripped you from your train of thoughts and you flinched in shock.

“W-what?”

You stuttered and your best friend shoved you annoyed before plopping down next to you on the couch.

“Have you been listening to me at all in the past 5 minutes? I asked whether you feel more like beef or chicken? We wanted to order food, remember?”

She looked at you reproachfully and you uttered an indifferent grunt.

“I don’t care. You can choose.”

You mumbled, causing her to scoff.

“You don’t care? Since when don’t you care about our food choice? What is wrong with you today?”

Your best friend asked in disbelief while staring holes into you from the side. That was a good question... What was wrong with you? According to your other friends that you had consulted, there was nothing wrong with you. But it still felt like that to you. How could you have fallen in love with her? This friendship was so precious to the both of you and you were pretty sure that you were about to ruin it. But you had to tell her. Keeping a secret from her felt like you were betraying her twice. You had already waited too long anyways.

Nervously, you looked at her. Concerned wrinkles crossed her forehead and a worried glistening in her eyes made your heartbeat speed up.

“I have to tell you something...”

You were speaking almost in slow-motion as if you were hoping that your feelings might change if you would only stall enough.

“What is it?”

Your best friend giggled but you could see in her face that she was nervous now.

“I don’t even know where to start. I was hoping that I would never have to tell you. That it would just go away. But...years have passed by now and nothing has changed.”

You struggled for words while feeling like you were only seconds away from having a heart attack.

“Y/N... you’re scaring me. Please, whatever it is, just tell me.”

Panic was reflecting in your best friend’s eyes. Nevertheless, she leaned forward to grab your hand to comfort you, causing you to exhale shakily. She didn’t really make this easier. Who would comfort you from now on if she didn’t want to spend time with you anymore? You didn’t know how you would ever cope with such a loss. But you still couldn’t wait with your confession any longer. You just had to get it over with. Just like ripping off a band-aid.

“I’m in love with you.”

Nayeon

Nayeon had expected you to say anything. That you were terminally ill or that you suddenly didn’t want to hang with her anymore. She had expected you to say anything... but this. With an open mouth she stared at you, trying to form a single intellectual response in the void that was now her brain. But there was only one question bouncing around.

“You’re in love with me??”

She blurted out in an unnaturally high pitch, causing you to flinch.

“Yeah...”

You scratched your neck sheepishly while avoiding her eyes in embarrassment. Slowly, Nayeon’s brain started to process your words and a rush of serotonin electrified her body that conjured a big gummy smile on her face.

“You’re in love with me.”

Nayeon repeated her words, only that this time they almost sounded teasing. Confused, you finally looked at her and Nayeon smirked.

“Of course you are. Why did I ever doubt my charms?”

She sighed jokingly although there was a certain bitterness to her words. She felt quite stupid now for hiding her feelings all those years. Why couldn’t she have been more straightforward with you?

“Nayeon, this isn’t something to joke about.”

You pouted, causing her to chuckle.

“I have to, otherwise I’ll get too upset about how much time we have wasted.”

This time, her sigh was deeply repenting, and she thought about where the two of you could be if she had only been bolder.

“Time wasted? What?”

You still seemed to be completely in the dark, causing Nayeon to groan in annoyance.

“Oh Y/N, why are we both such oblivious fools?”

She shoved you a little too rough, managing to make you lose balance and look at her in shock.

“Ouch! What are you even talking about?”

You complained sulkily, making Nayeon wonder why she had even fallen for an idiot like you.

“I’m in love with you too, you idiot.”

She grumbled before complete silence encompassed the two of you. The same dumbfounded expression that had decorated her own face just a few minutes ago was now on display on your face and you stared at her with an open mouth.

“Oh my, we are oblivious fools.”

You whined eventually and Nayeon chuckled due to the bizarreness of this situation.

“Well...better late than never, huh?”

She shrugged before reaching over and grabbing your hand again. Finally, the tension in your body seemed to have dissolved and you smiled at her happily.

“Anything else would have been too boring, don’t you think?”

You grinned while giving her hand a light squeeze and Nayeon mirrored your expression. Simplicity had never suited her anyways.

Jeongyeon

“You idiot!”

Angrily, Jeongyeon punched you causing you to look at her with wide eyes.

“Why would you start your confession like that?! I literally thought you had cancer.”

She snarled before leaping to her feet to walk up and down in order to calm her racing heart.

“Oh...yeah in hindsight I see what you mean.”

You grinned apologetically and Jeongyeon glared at you in annoyance. For a moment, the only noise in the room was the steady ticking of the clock on the wall and Jeongyeon slowly felt how her heart frequency returned to normal, giving her the opportunity to process what you had just said although she didn’t know whether she could trust her memory.

“Wait...what did you just say?”

She asked with a frown, convinced that you could have impossibly said what her brain made her believe.

“Please don’t make me repeat it. It was already hard enough saying it the first time.”

You whined in response and Jeongyeon froze on the spot. She must have understood you correctly.

“You’re in love with me?”

The question made her voice crack and a faint blush seize her cheeks, but she needed you to reaffirm your words.

“Yes.”

You nodded while avoiding her eyes bashfully and Jeongyeon felt like a thousand butterflies were finally released from their captivity in her stomach. She could always listen to you for hours, but your words just now were her favorite ones that you had ever uttered.

“Y/N...”

Only now you finally looked up again and Jeongyeon’s breath hitched in her throat. How was she supposed to tell you? Maybe she should just get it over with. Just like ripping off a band-aid.

“I’m in love with you too.”

She blurted out hastily, making her cringe inwardly. Had you even been able to understand her? Her insecurities were quickly proven to be unnecessary though when your face lit up in pure happiness.

“Really?”

You squealed with sparkling eyes, causing Jeongyeon to chuckle.

“Really.”

She smiled still a bit shy, but you immediately leaped to your feet to tackle her in a hug. Feeling like a weight had been lifted off her shoulder, Jeongyeon giggled and wrapped her arms around you to give your body a tight squeeze. She could definitely get used to this.

Momo

“You are?”

Momo felt like she was about to pass out. Her heart was beating so violently in her chest that she was sure that she could see her sweater lifting off her body. How often had she dreamt of this scenario? How often had she hoped that you would end her torture? She had always known that she would never be brave enough to confess her feelings to you. At least not first. But now she finally felt brave enough to wear her heart on her sleeve.

“Yeah, I am.”

You mumbled, causing Momo to start smiling dopey.

“I guess that makes two of us.”

She giggled and you tilted your head to the side in confusion.

“You’re... in love with yourself too?”

You asked while frowning ruminatively. A blush formed on Momo’s cheeks when she realized how misleading her confession must have sounded and she quickly shook her head.

“No. I mean...I’m in love with you too.”

She mumbled in embarrassment, causing your jaw to drop.

“You are?”

A feeling of déjà vu made Momo laugh, but she was still quick to nod her head.

“Yeah, I am.”

She smiled and both of you giggled sheepishly. Momo’s gaze fell on your intertwined hands that were still resting on your lap and she gave your hand a light squeeze. This moment was better than every dream that she had ever had.

Sana

“You’re? In love? With me??”

Sana shrieked in disbelief and you nodded in reply while hanging your head. Before her brain was able to fully process what you had just said, Sana already tumbled forward to tackle you to the couch.

“Oh Y/N!! That’s the best thing that you have ever said!!”

She exclaimed excitedly while tears started to pool in her eyes.

“I-it is?”

You stuttered in confusion, causing Sana to giggle.

“Yes! I’ve been wanting to confess my feelings to you for an eternity already. But I never knew how.”

Her lips formed into a pout when she remembered all the times that she had been so close to telling you how she truly felt but chickened out in the last second.

“Wait...you have feeling for me too?”

You asked in astonishment and Sana’s pout quickly turned into a smile again.

“Of course I do! I’m surprised that you have never noticed. I don’t think I have been very subtle.”

Amused, Sana giggled, thinking about all the times that strangers had thought that the two of you were dating because she hadn’t been able to keep her hands off you.

“Yeah, I guess I could have figured.”

You chuckled while blushing lightly.

“So... does that mean I’m your girlfriend now?”

Expectantly, Sana looked at you, hoping that she could finally be more than just your friend after all these years.

“I think you have been for a while already.”

You grinned and Sana squealed happily before tackling you in a hug again. Being your girlfriend was already one of the best things that had ever happened to her.

Jihyo

“I-I-...Y/N, this is not something to joke about.”

Jihyo was paler than a ghost and you felt panic rising inside of you. It looked like this situation wouldn’t have a good ending for you.

“I’m not.”

You mumbled ashamed, causing Jihyo to leap to her feet. She was standing with her back turned to you and you wished that you could turn back time or evaporate into thin air. Panicked you searched for words to make it all better but before you could come up with something, Jihyo turned around, leaving you completely confused. Her face wasn’t creased in anger or disappointment. Instead, a big smile put the sun to shame and you even thought to see tears glistening in her eyes. Frozen, you watched how she walked up to you in order to climb on your lap and wrap her arms around your neck so tightly that you had trouble breathing.

“I’m so glad that you told me.”

She whispered into your ear and you to sighed in relief.

“So you’re not mad?”

You asked anxiously, causing Jihyo to lean back.

“Mad at you? Why would I be mad? Don’t you know that I feel the same for you?”

She looked deeply into your eyes and suddenly everything was starting to make sense to you. Jihyo had been giving you hints for ages.

“Ohhh wow I’m so blind.“

You groaned disappointed in yourself, but Jihyo was quick to cheer you up.

“As long as you know now, I forgive you.”

She grinned, so you quickly nodded your head and Jihyo pulled you into a hug again. If proving you wrong always felt this good, you wouldn’t mind if she proved you wrong for the rest of your life...

Mina

Mina simply stared at you for what felt like an eternity. You didn’t know whether she was trying to find the right words to react to your confession or whether she was simply too outraged by your words to speak. All you knew was that you wished the ground would swallow you to save you from this uncomfortable situation. Hoping that you could ease the tension in the room by breaking the silence, you nervously cleared your throat.

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen. And I also didn’t mean to keep a secret from you, but I was just so scared that you would hate me if I told you.”

You stuttered and for the first time, Mina reacted to your babbling and nodded her head slowly.

“I know how that feels.”

She chuckled although her tone didn’t fail to transmit the sadness of her reply. For a second, you stared at her in confusion before the meaning of her words hit you and caused little cracks to rift through your heart.

“You’re in love with a friend too?”

You asked in disappointment, trying to feign interest and to not let your hurt show. But when Mina silently laughed to herself, you couldn’t manage to hide your upset. Why was she laughing? Was this situation funny to her? Once Mina noticed the expression on your face though, she was quick to pull herself together and gave your hand a light squeeze.

“I’m in love with you.”

She responded calmly, but her words still managed to enter your head like a whirlwind. Now it was you who was simply staring, causing Mina to smile shyly while looking away.

“Would you please say something?”

She chuckled, so you shook your head to re-sort your thoughts.

“I had no idea...”

You gaped before your dumbfounded expression slowly turned into a wide grin when realization sunk in. She was in love with you. Overwhelmed with joy, you pulled Mina into your arms, causing her to squeak in surprise before starting to giggle silently.

“Good things take time...”

Dahyun

Dahyun’s eyes widened in shock and pure disbelief was written all over her face. You were in love with her??

“W-what? For how long?”

She stuttered dumbfounded, starting to doubt her perceptivity that she had always been very proud of.

“I don’t even know. It’s been so long that I can’t remember a time that I haven’t been in love with you.”

You admitted with a blush and Dahyun’s jaw dropped.

“How have I never noticed??”

She squeaked appalled, causing you to soothingly pat her leg.

“Don’t worry about it, you couldn’t have noticed. I think I’ve hid it pretty well.”

You tried cheering her up, but Dahyun only glared at you.

“Y/N, I’m your best friend I’m supposed to know how you feel. Especially because...”

Her voice gave in in the middle of her sentence when she realized what she was about to tell you. From one moment to the other, her irritation about her obliviousness evaporated into thin air and she was left with nothing but anxiety.

“Especially because...I’m in love with you too.”

Dahyun confessed bashfully, causing you to choke on air.

“Really?? How have I never noticed?”

You almost yelled before pouting, managing to make Dahyun chuckle.

“I guess we’re just fools for each other.”

She groaned while leaning forward to let her head rest against your chest in defeat.

“Very lucky fools though.”

You replied and Dahyun smiled happily to herself. Very lucky indeed.

Chaeyoung

Chaeyoung looked at you with her head tilted to the side in confusion. You avoided her gaze at all cost and strongly resembled someone who waited for their death sentence after confessing a murder.

“Why do you look so down?”

She asked confused and you uncomfortably wriggled about on the couch.

“I’m just so scared that you will hate me now.”

Your words were barely audible, but they still managed to break Chaeyoung’s heart. Upset, she tugged on your arm to make you look at her.

“Y/N, that could never happen. I’ll always love you.”

She stated while searching for your eyes and you exhaled shakily.

“I appreciate that.”

Slowly, you were looking less fraught, causing Chaeyoung to smile satisfied.

“Besides...I’ve actually been meaning to talk with you about our relationship anyways. Lately, I’ve been thinking that I want to be more than just friends with you.”

She revealed causally, but you looked like she had just told you the most absurd thing ever.

“You have?”

You asked in disbelief and Chaeyoung nodded her head in reply.

“Mm hm... I think we would make a cute couple. Don’t you?”

She smiled and you to blushed slightly.

“You could be right with that...”

You chuckled and both of you started laughing, completely forgetting about the tension from earlier. Happily, Chaeyoung let herself get pulled into your arms and cuddled up to you. She couldn’t think of something more beautiful than being in love with her best friend.

Tzuyu

Heavy silence filled the room as Tzuyu eyed you suspiciously. She had been pranked often enough because of her naivety to blindly believe everything that she was being told.

“You’re in love with me?”

She asked while looking at you with one eyebrow raised, causing you to nervously fidget with your fingers.

“Yes. I don’t know when it happened exactly. But I know that no one makes me happier than you. When you smile it feels like the whole world is stopping and when I’m with you everything else fades into the background. There’s no one who’s more important to me than you.”

With every second, you started rambling more and Tzuyu felt how her cheeks slowly heated up. She could feel the sincerity in your words and suddenly she didn’t doubt your feelings anymore. After you were done praising her, you looked at her expectantly and Tzuyu’s heart started to race in her chest. She hadn’t thought that she would ever have the chance to tell you how she truly felt.

“No one makes me happier than you either. I’ve just never told you because I thought that you could never feel the same. I thought I would make it weird if you’d know that I like you more than just a friend.”

Tzuyu admitted shyly and you stared at her with an open mouth.

“Wait...Do you mean...that you have feelings for me?”

You croaked dumbfounded and Tzuyu slowly nodded in reply. For a while, both of you seemed to be too overwhelmed to say anything and simply sat there in silence until you eventually cleared your throat.

“What do you say I take you out on a date then tonight?”

You grinned, managing to conjure a wide smile on Tzuyu’s face.

“I’d love that.”

She agreed in a heartbeat while feeling a warm, fuzzy feeling spreading in her whole body. It seemed like you were proving once again that no one could make her happier than you...

#twice reaction #twice #nayeon #jeongyeon #momo #sana #jihyo #mina #dahyun #chaeyoung #tzuyu #girl group reaction #girl group #kpop reaction #kpop #idol x reader #twice x reader #twice imagine #fluff

[bokutoslittlebird]

His Turn

Atsumu x reader x Bokuto

Author’s Note : smutty little drabble. Mostly Bokuto fucking the reader while Atsumu enjoys the show ; IM SORRY IM VV BIASED ; “Surprise shawty!” is what inspired this. You’ll understand.

Warnings: threesome, communication is not established beforehand, dash of dubcon (maybe? I don’t know), high school sweethearts Atsumu and reader-chan, size kink, dirty talk, spitroasting, face fucking, blowjob, praise [from Bokuto], degradation [from Atsumu], use of “bunny”, creampie, no condoms sorry, Bokuto licks you one (1) time

Sounds of sneakers squeaking on the gym floor is the first thing that welcomes you upon entering through the metal doors. The packaged lunch in your hand has Atsumu’s name on it, the poor guy forgetting it in his rush. The MSBY Black Jackals had a team meeting early that morning, only to then go into a practice match between them and the Schweiden Adlers. The ball slamming against the floor broke you from the awe upon entering, eyes focusing on the man who was currently cheering. If memory serves right, that would be Bokuto Kōtarō. A clap on the back from Atsumu and the affectionate name of ‘Bokkun’ tells you you’re correct. Finding them all busy, you go over to the coach and explain what you’re doing there.

Once approved to stay until lunch break, you seat yourself next to Atsumu’s and Bokuto’s towels and bottles, watching the match. You knew your boyfriend was an excellent setter, as well as a server, but watching him in action was new to you. Yet, you found your eyes constantly drawn to the boisterous boy on the court who seemingly infected everyone around him with energy. Watching him be excited made you excited, the obvious lingering gaze on him instead of Atsumu. Even so, the boys didn’t notice you. Too focused on the game, they are honed into the ball and where it’s going.

The whistle blowing has your own thoughts stopping, looking at the referee who tells them it’s time for a break. Everyone seems to relax more at that, moving towards the benches for their lunches and water. Atsumu finally notices you, a pep in his step as he bounces over. “Ya made it!”

“You act like you didn’t have faith in me. It’s just a small delivery,” you smile, holding out the bag of lunch. Atsumu thanks you, sitting on the floor between your legs. “I can get up, you know,”

“Nah, I’m fine down here. I like the view,” he winks, your foot nudging his thigh. Rolling your eyes, you turn to the rest of his team, confusion etched across their faces as they stare.

“‘Tsumu, I think your team doesn’t know who I am,”

“Oh, shit, of course,” his jumbled mess of words come out around a mouth full of his sandwich. After swallowing, he turns to his teammates and smiles, chest puffed proudly. “This is my wonderful, adorable, and lovely girlfriend, [Y/N],”

“You have a girlfriend?” Sakusa asks, disgust on his face. You giggle at that while Atsumu pouts.

“Wow, you’re really pretty!” Hinata’s compliment has your face heating up, waving your hand in front of your face as you turn to see Bokuto staring at you.

“You really are,” he agrees with Hinata, a bright smile blooming across his face. The genuine smile has your face on fire, not so used to so much attention. Atsumu seems to focus his attention on you, raising an eyebrow.

“I’ve never been the center of attention before,” your murmur is low, but Atsumu hears it over the conversation of everyone else. Bokuto seats himself next to you, your reaction is immediately to straighten your back and look at your hands. Every now and then, your eyes glance up to Atsumu and over to Bokuto before they go back down. It doesn’t take long for Atsumu to understand why you keep looking at Bokuto, a grin stretching across his face that he hides by taking a sip of water.

When the coach calls for practice to start back up, you take it upon yourself to leave. You don’t want to interfere with their playing and you find yourself liking the energetic player with the number 12 a little bit more than you want to. Atsumu gives you a peck on the cheek goodbye, telling you he’ll be home for dinner before jogging back to his position on the court. You wave goodbye to everyone, getting an energetic wave from Bokuto that has your chest fluttering.

You just hope Atsumu didn’t notice.

You love Atsumu, you really do. He’s your high school sweetheart and you’ve been through thick and thin together. Bokuto is very attractive, you can admit that to yourself, but he’s not Atsumu. You don’t actually know him like you know Atsumu and he doesn’t actually know you. Still, his genuine smile and that simple sentence— your chest warms at the memory.

That evening goes as every evening does. Before dinner finishes up, Atsumu comes through the door and gives you a nice, big, sweaty hug. It’s kind of gross, but you still love him anyways. You tell at him to wash up and by the time he’s finished, dinner is ready to serve and plated. After dinner, you both watch some TV. By the time the clock is striking 9:00 pm, you’re tired and so Atsumu, but he seems excited.

That’s new.

It isn’t until you get into the bedroom do you understand why he’s excited. He tells you to strip down to your underwear and then leaves. The creaking of the door opening confuses you, but then Atsumu is back.. with Bokuto. The man who seemed to work his way into your heart with a smile and a sentence is suddenly in your bedroom doorframe.

“Uh, ‘Tsumu? What’s— what’s going on?” you chuckle, eyes flitting from your boyfriend and Bokuto, who seems excited at the sight. You have a feeling he’d have jumped you if Atsumu wasn’t in front of him.

“It was a surprise. You seem to like him after meeting him,” he continues before you can stop him, “so, here he is! He’s full of energy, plus I’ve always wondered what it looked like to see you get fucked looked like,”

“Atsumu! That’s crude!” But you’re smiling. Atsumu then gestures from Bokuto to you.

“Please, enjoy your stay,” he grins. Bokuto nods, moving into the room. His joggers don’t hide the erection beneath them, the mere size of it has you clenching around nothing. A smirk paints across your lips as you look to Atsumu, who’s settling himself against the closed door.

“Shall I assume I’m in the classic position?”

“Please,” he smirks back, watching as you move from your sitting position to have your hands and knees on the bed. The shuffling of clothing behind you suddenly stops, so you turn your head and wiggle your butt to entice Bokuto.

“C’mon, big boy. Show me what you got,” you grin, watching his face bloom a sweet shade of pink as he gets on the bed. But he doesn’t touch you quite yet.

“Are you sure I’m allowed?”

“I could show you, if you prefer it that way,” Atsumu’s offer is almost immediately declined. Bokuto’s rapid shake of the head has Atsumu relaxing against the wall, an evident erection in his pants. “Then go on. Show me how well you can fuck my girlfriend, Bokkun,”

It’s the last thing Bokuto needs.

Large hands practically shred your panties, ripping them down to your knees that are firmly planted against the bed. A murmur of “sweet pussy,” comes from behind you, followed by Bokuto’s tongue flicking against your folds. Even his tongue is thick and wide, delving between the skin and swiping at the bit of juices leaking from your cunt. The obscene sounds of slurping comes from behind you, hands grasping at the sheets as your eyes roll. The feeling is more intense than when Atsumu does it, the ministrations having a bit of hurried fervor to them, licking and slurping as if it’s his last meal on earth. Moans spill from your lips, mouth continuously open as they do.

The common feeling of an orgasm rises in your gut, the knot twisting as your toes curl. Light headedness follows, a strained mewl as your body twitches coming soon after and Bokuto groans, the vibrations causing more slick to slip out. When he removes his face from between your legs, you can barely lift your head up. “How does she taste?”

“Absolutely delicious. As sweet as I thought she would,” Bokuto coos, pressing kisses against your skin, trailing them up your back until his lips run against your throat, stopping at your cheek. His tongue flicks out against the sweaty skin, leaving a sticky trail of his saliva. “You’re just so beautiful,”

With his head next to yours, his arms caging you in, it suddenly hits hot big he is compared to you. The simple act of him over you making you feel so small that has you practically creaming. Bokuto’s cock brushes against your folds, the tip rubbing in the slick as coating it. “She’s a beautiful slut, aren’t you?” Atsumu says, voice low and tinged with lust. Instead of a proper response, you whine at the feeling of Bokuto rubbing his cock past your folds, teasing the entrance. Feeling his cock just brushing against you, your folds parting to encompass him has you whining at the anticipation. You know he’s bigger than Atsumu, thicker at least.

You’re right.

The scream that comes from your throat once Bokuto plunges into your tiny cunt has his groaning, eyes rolling as he’s only 1/3 of the way in you. Squeezing him so tightly, you’re practically gushing around his girth. But Bokuto doesn’t move, gentle shushes as he runs his large hand up and down your sides, occasionally dipping over your ass and down your thighs.

“It’s okay, pretty girl. I got you, I got you,” he coos, lips brushing against your spine as you grit your teeth and attempt to move back. Large hands grip your sides, growling. “Don’t hurt yourself,”

“More! I wan’ more, Bokkun,” your whines have him pushing in, listening to your request. No more screams, but you do happen to mewl, mixed with whimpers as he continues to split you open farther than Atsumu ever has. It’s a horrible thing, wishing Bokuto could fuck you everyday with the way he stretches you out. He’s so big, body completely encompassing yours as his weight keeps you pinned down with your ass in the air.

“God, you’re so beautiful. Can’t believe I get to wreck this pussy, all while your boyfriend watches from the sidelines,” Bokuto grunts, hips slapping against your ass as he starts a rhythm. Eyes rolling once more, you moan as you grin, lost in pleasure. The feeling is just so good, your walls fluttering around him as drool drips from your lips, muffled mewl that goes into the sheets as a second orgasm comes on, the feeling of bliss and euphoria filling your body as the liquid drips down Bokuto’s cock. Curling and sticking to his hair, it has strands of the slick connecting his hips to your ass as he fails into you.

So lost in the pleasure of Bokuto’s cock in you, you don’t even notice Atsumu has moved from his original position against the door. Suddenly, his hard cock is thrusted in front of your face as he pulls on your hair, dark eyes lidded as they look down at you. “You’re having too much fun, slut. Now open your fucking mouth,”

“Don’t be so mean, Tsum-Tsum. A cute little bunny like her needs praise, don’t you, pretty girl?” When Bokuto calls you ‘bunny’ and ‘pretty girl’, you find yourself clenching around him, moaning in agreement. “She likes that,”

“Slutty little bunnies just like being fucked, that’s all she is,” Atsumu grunts, hand tugging on your hair to keep your mouth on his cock. “Fuck, both your holes are good,” his moans come out more as you focus on utilizing your tongue, pressing it against the underside and flicking it against the slit. He keeps his hand in your hair, but he doesn’t tug hard as Bokuto’s pace picks up, your body bouncing with each thrust.

“Fuck, you’re so good. So fucking good,” Bokuto’s voice gets higher with each smack of his hips against you. His heavy balls are dripping with your cum, slick and smacking against your clit as the burning sensation of overstimulation set in. Your walls burn, the stretch becoming uncomfortable as Bokuto’s cock rubs against them. Atsumu’s cock goes farther in your mouth each time Bokuto thrusts up into you, cock bumping against the roof of your mouth. It isn’t until Bokuto lets out a whine of his own, burying himself to the hilt as his strong arms press you close to him. Atsumu pulls you all the way down on his cock, head thrown back as he groans, his hot load shooting down your throat. The feeling of Bokuto’s cum filling you up has your eyes widening, but you suck him dry. Feeling his cock rub against your walls and his balls tending against your clit as he finishes has your walls squeezing him tightly, like a vice.

Eventually, both of them finish shooting their loads into your holes. Bokuto’s arms release you as Atsumu’s hand lets your hair go. Your body falls against the bed, laying on your side as your legs spread. Bokuto’s cum spurts out of your cunt, oozing down your thigh and over your ass. In the afterglow of everything, the only sound filling the room now is heavy breathing.

Bokuto breaks the silence first, his cock still hard and covered in cum. “Can I go again?” He whines. You smile at him before looking to Atsumu, who runs a hand through his hair.

“Have at it, big boy. It’s your turn, after all,”

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #Mr. Kōtarō #BB.Kinky #tw.dubcon #maybe #bokuto smut #bokuto x reader #atsumu smut #atsumu x reader #Bokuto x reader x Atsumu #tw.degradation #cw.threesome #Mr. ‘Tsumu #BB.Requests #cw.praise #cw.licking #Bokuto.Spice #Atsumu.Spice #Miya.Spice

[dreadysficrecs]

Stucky Fic Rec List #19

Friday, September 10

🕷️Your Hand in Mine by sangha - [Explicit; 22k words]

[College AU; Pre-Serum Steve; Tattoos; Arachnophobia; Meet-Cute; Self-esteem Issues; Insecure Steve; Fluff; Explicit Sexual Content; Hand Jobs; Blow Jobs; Anal Sex; Bottom!Bucky; Love Confessions]

Steve is just minding his own business when he hears someone scream in the dorm next to his. Enter Bucky Barnes: arachnophobe and hot neighbor who needs to be rescued from a giant spider. Naturally, romance ensues.

🌳 Every Tree That is Pleasant by spitandvinegar - [Teen; 13,5k words]

[Canon Divergence; Alternate Dimensions; Comic Book Science; Loss of Memory; Weirdness; Fluff and Angst; Hurt/Comfort; Codependency; Implied Sexual Content; Happy Ending]

“As near as we can figure,” Tony said, “we had two incredibly ridiculous things happen at once. The first was Cap and murderbot activated a device that was sort of the juiced-up remote version of the thing that they used to scramble Barnes' brains back in the day. The second is that Mad Madame Mim here panicked and tried to get the universe to move them out of the room, and instead accidentally sent them to outer space.”

“To another dimension,” said Wanda, as if that was the point that made all the difference.

💌 The Unsent Project by @turtle-steverogers - [Gen; 2,7k words]

[Canon Divergence; Epistolary; Steve Rogers Needs a Hug; Grieving; Fluff and Angst; Happy Ending]

To: My astronaut

How’s space treating you? It’s treating me pretty badly, if I’m being honest. If only you could see what it’s done to Brooklyn. I think you’d be pretty mad at it if you knew…

Steve hesitates, reading back over what he’s typed. It’s stupid as hell, and he cringes, but he doesn’t backspace. His fingers find the keys again.

I miss you something awful. I don’t think that even encompasses how much I’m hurting without you. I feel so lost right now-- space is much bigger and scarier than you’d think. I know you’d love it. I wish you could see bits of it, but god, I just want to go home. I want you to come home.

☄️ move through me a while by nbsherlock - [Explicit; 3,4k words]

[Canon Divergence; PWP; Established Relationship; Time Travel; Pre-Serum Steve; Post-Serum Steve; Anal Fingering; Anal Sex; Bottom!Bucky; Barebacking; Dom/Sub Undertones; Dirty Talk; Rough Sex; Multiple Orgasms; Crying]

Bucky stays there, frozen, arm tossed out over Steve's side of the bed. He doesn’t know what to say— this isn’t exactly normal. They haven’t had to deal with anything like this in a while, retirement settling over both of them kindly.

This Steve, smaller and dressed like he was dropped straight from the 1930s into Bucky’s bedroom, Stands motionless and looks alarmingly pale. Bucky has to go first, clearly. He just doesn’t know what could possibly help. Steve might know, his Steve, who is also apparently missing. Jesus Christ.

“Hi,” Bucky squeaks, aiming for reassurance and ending up lightyears away.

🥭 The Lord of Greystoke by @humapuma - [Explicit; 31,3k words]

[Tarzan AU; Tarzan!Steve; Mercenary!Bucky; Colonial Africa; PTSD; Internalised Homophobia; Language Barrier; Falling in Love; Injuries; Action/Adventure; Violence; Fluff and Angst; Nudity; First Kiss; First Time; Frottage; Anal Sex; Bottom!Bucky; Multiple Orgasms; Overstimulation; Rimming; Happy Ending; Embedded Art]

Bucky Barnes survived the the American Civil War but never left the battlefield behind. He joined Hydra, a mercenary group, and for the last few years, he's done a lot of terrible things. On a mission, he gets lost in the Wakandan jungle and comes across a man he believes to be the victim of some terrible crime.

There were scars all over this man’s body, some of which seemed like leopard scratches and even what may have been old bullet wounds. His hair was wild and filthy, cascading over his shoulders. Really, the man was quite filthy in general. Some spots, though, Bucky was sure were massive bruises instead of dirt, and they reminded Bucky of the photographs of gorilla attack survivors.

Gorilla attacks. Leopard scratches. Bullet wounds.

“Oh God,” Bucky gasped. “Y-you’re him... You’re the Ape-Man! They... they were right..!”

#stucky fanfic #stucky fic rec #fic rec #rec list #dready's fic recs

[beyondspaceandstars]

While You Sleep

Chapter 8

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: fluff, mentions of violence Summary: Soulmate!AU - Throughout life, you’re given glimpses of your soulmate through dreams. As you sleep, memories flash in your mind showing you the life your soulmate has lived. Everyone around you raves about how their soulmate reads great books or volunteers in their spare time. But you can’t relate as your dreams end up being more like nightmares. Through initial images of death and violence, you come to learn your soulmate is the Winter Soldier. 

(a/n: i promise i have other writings in the work outside this fic kdsfjlajdf i maybe have part 2 of ‘Around Your Neck’ coming up............)

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You spent the rest of your night trying to redial Bucky’s number. Every single time you just got his voicemail, eventually filling it to the max with pleas for him to call you back. You apologized countless times through texts, begging him to not feel bad and to let you two sit down and discuss it.

But he had really gone radio silence. 

The only real beacon of hope for you was that you could still feel him. You still felt that attachment, the connection of soulmates. He hadn’t totally pushed you out, at least. That was all you could see as far as positives. 

As you went to bed that night, the darkness of the situation was still encompassing you. Even the world seemed to be upset with it as the second you laid your head down, it began storming. 

You fell asleep to sounds of rain hitting the windows and thunder booming across the city. The nightmares engulfed you once more with no signs of your Bucky making appearances this time. Instead, the feelings of dread ran through your body. Bone, skin, blood, and all. It was like an old friend coming to visit. 

The images were nearly the same as well as the asset was back using his knives and terrorizing unsuspecting victims. You couldn’t fight but why would you? You felt lost and defeated as you were engrossed in the metaphorical trenches of the life and missions of the Winter Soldier.

***

You had only been asleep for a few hours when your phone started ringing. Slightly thankful the sound pulled you awake before you had to see another man slaughtered, you jumped up from your bed, diving for the phone. 

The screen shone brightly in the dark of night. It was him. You nearly cried out as you hit ‘accept.’

“Bucky?”

“Can you let me in?” His voice was slowly getting drowned out by the rain. You frowned, confused.

Heading to your front door, you popped your head out, looking down the stairs at the building’s entrance. Bucky was staring at the ground outside. “What are you doing?”

“Waiting for you to let me in.” He finally looked up, meeting your eyes through the glassdoor. It was not exactly a pretty sight. He looked tormented standing there damp from the rain. You couldn’t speak, just nodded and hung up. Without much care for your current state, draped in an oversized t-shirt and sleeping shorts, you ran down the stairs. 

Once you unlocked the door, Bucky entered the lobby without so much of a glance at you. Wordlessly, you walked back up the stairs to your apartment, letting Bucky follow.

You introduced him to your apartment, showing him the couch where he could take a seat. This certainly was not how you expected his first time in your home would be but you didn’t have much time to mourn it. 

You opted to stay standing, watching as Bucky shifted uncomfortably. He wouldn't look at you yet but you could feel the anger radiating from him. You didn’t know what to do now.

“D-Do y-you want any water or something?” 

Bucky shook his head. “I’m sorry I hung up on you.”

Sighing, you said, “I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“I know, I know,” He insisted, sounding so defeated. He leaned back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, contemplating. “It’s just… After yesterday morning, I thought I understood what you…you had seen but I didn’t want to accept it, okay? I didn’t want to think it was true. I wanted to believe that my fucking soulmate was learning the better things about me. Actual things about me, not...not that goddamn monster they created.”

A familiar ache came over you hearing his words. This must’ve been really a lot for him if he finally said the word. You didn’t even have time to celebrate it.

You couldn’t help yourself as you crossed the living room and took a seat next to him on the couch like something was actually pulling you to him. He was still staring at the ceiling while you turned towards him, fingers uncontrollably fiddling in nervousness. 

“I didn’t want to tell you,” you admitted. “At first they were everything in my life, inescapable. The nightmares-,”

Bucky cut you off with a scoff. “Nightmares.”

You frowned. “I’m sorry, I know that’s unfair to you for me to describe them like that but they weren’t exactly pleasant,” you said. “The nightmares were everywhere and...and the feelings, the images… Even just tonight they-,”

His head whipped towards you. “You still have them?”

“Bucky, you need to let me speak.” He nodded and you tried to collect yourself before continuing, “Everything, from the emotions to the images of those terrifying things, hit me hard, and while, yes, it’s scary and it’s been scary for a very, very long time… I don’t think it should completely matter. I can’t change them - you certainly can’t change them - and they definitely do not represent the man sitting next to me in any way, shape, or form.”

Bucky's hard expression got softer at your reassurance. You had told him this yesterday morning but you felt now you were actually getting somewhere. You were getting your thoughts out there and maybe, just maybe, he’d accept them as facts.

His tone was rough but his words were soft as he began to speak again. “I told you that while you’re with me you won’t ever be hurt or have to worry.” You nodded, remembering the promise in passing. “So it kills me that I can’t fix this. I-I didn’t know about all that, really, and it’s hard realizing you’ve had to deal with consequences from my actions. You don’t deserve this, you don’t deserve anything like this.”

You tried to muster up a small smile, trying to assure Bucky you were okay. He didn’t look convinced, though. 

“It’s not ideal, no,” you shrugged, “but it’s leading me to you, so, maybe there’s something in it. I think Fate knows what it’s doing, at least most of the time.”

A little smile just barely formed on Bucky’s lips. It wasn’t much but at least he didn’t look like he was ready to punch a wall in your already run-down apartment. 

“Besides, it’s not all bad,” you continued, wanting to at least bring something positive to this conservation. Bucky raised his brows, curiously. “I did have a nice dream that night after dinner. I saw you reading.”

He looked almost relieved. “I guess all we can do is hope those continue.” A beat. “I’m amazed you even allowed me in your apartment.” 

Your jaw went slack, unsure of where this statement was coming from. “Well of course I do. Why wouldn’t I want that?”

Bucky turned away and that rough look of his came back. Your attempts to lighten everything were taking a nosedive apparently, but you couldn’t ask him to avoid or suppress his feelings. You guessed it was better to get these things out in the open.

Bucky eventually asked, “How can you just be okay with everything?” 

This time, you looked away, turning to look out the window opposite of you two. The rain was still coming down steadily. “You haven’t really given me a reason to not be okay with everything.”

Your words were bold, the conversation was bold, and to keep with the theme, you boldly grabbed his hand to hold. You ran your thumb over the back of it in circular motions, trying to calm him. He didn’t pull away, thankfully. 

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I-I get nervous about all this.”

You chuckled softly, “Me too.”

Bucky hummed, contently. He leaned in a bit closer to you and gave your hand a squeeze. You shifted into his side, wrapping your other hand around his arm, accepting the closeness of you two. 

You decided to break the comfortable silence, trying your magic once again to carry a brighter conversation. “Why didn’t you tell Steve about us?”

Unexpectedly, Bucky chuckled lowly at the question. Your interest peaked greatly. 

“Forgive me if I just want to explore all this new territory with you and only you.” 

“New territory?”

You didn’t have to look at him to know he was rolling his eyes. “You just want me to say it again.”

You let out a fake, dramatic gasp. “James, you’re ridiculous.”

You heard him chuckle. His body shifted slightly closer to you. “I want to explore this… this soulmate thing with you. Only you. At least for now. Down the line, I have no problem showing you off but for now… It’s us.”

Soulmate. Us. 

The words rang happily in your ears. Now it really felt real. Him acknowledging it truly, wholeheartedly, and not just in the heat of an argument made shivers run through your body. 

“Us,” you repeated, a goofy grin unable to be suppressed came about on your lips. “I’m okay with that.” You let out a bit of a dreamy sigh. “You know, this all feels really new and really old at the same time.”

Bucky chuckled, “I think that’s how these things work, right?” His other hand came to lay on top of yours gently. “We feel like we’ve known each other for years because, well, I think in some twisted way we kind of have.”

You contemplated the idea, realizing you felt that very deeply. You had and had not known him for almost your whole life. While Bucky wasn’t in the exact form you learned about him in, there was something within him, the actual him, you felt you knew like the back of your hand. 

“We need to go out again,” you finally said, worried continuing with such sentiments would make you emotional for the millionth time tonight. Bucky seemed to welcome this change.

“Are you asking me out on a second date, sweetheart?”

Butterflies filled your stomach. “Well, you weren’t making any move to do it,” you shrugged, shooting Bucky a playful look. He responded with a dramatic eye roll. 

“Maybe I like a woman who takes charge,” he said, shooting you an award-winning, knowing smirk. 

You gasped, your neck suddenly getting hot. Actually, you felt much of yourself getting warm from the little innuendo hidden within his tone. Words were suddenly getting lost on your tongue as your brain short-circuited. You mumbled, “A second date could definitely be fun.”

Bucky let out a room-filling laugh at your sudden nervousness. The twinkle in his eyes told you he would enjoy making these little teasing comments to you from now on. 

“How about tomorrow night, doll? Good night for a second date, don’t you think? Assuming you actually want to see me after tonight’s fiasco.”

You nodded, ignoring his self-deprecation. You couldn’t talk it out of him so actions maybe had to speak louder. “What should we do?”

Bucky waved a hand in dismissal. “You let me handle it. I’ll surprise you.”

“I thought you liked it when a woman took charge?” Now your smirk was just as evil and mischievous. Bucky raised his brows in surprise but rolled with it. He had quite the silver tongue you found. 

“Sure do,” he said, “but a man still has to make sure he takes care of his lady, too.”

You giggled and cozied up into his side, very much enjoying the sound of that. “Fine. Take the reins, Bucky.”

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[moxfirefly]

Okay okay okay I have something. You are so good at writing tmnt so here it goes. What about... Make up sex? ;) I imagine how there has been a huge fight with their girl. So much so that the turtles thought it would lead to breakup. But the SO returns and it ultimately leads to some angsty action. Of course you can imagine it however you want too! Make up your own reasons if need be!!

As somebody who breathes angst this is truly fun. You didn’t specify a turt lad so I hope you don’t mind me choosing and going from there. Just cause I’m intrigued ima go with my orange boi.

TW: Angst/Feels/Arguments

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

His hands hurt so much. When you ball your fists for too long the tendons tend to protest, the digging of nails into palms stings.

Mikey doesn’t like how loud his head feels right now. He sits against the wall closest to his tv, your scent is surrounding him and it only serves to make him more frustrated and gutted. The two of you have never gone past discussion into full blow arguing. He doesn’t like to fight with you, he does enough fighting on a nightly bases anyways.

But you got stubborn and he got selfish. Voices got raised, things were said and each one got hurt. He knows he can’t keep you glued to his shell forever, he’s had to learn the hard way, that there’s a life above that you inhabit and people around he’ll never truly meet. He knows every detail about your home life, knows your mother’s maiden name, how your aunt likes to get drunk at the family reunions and spill gossip. He knows your childhood home’s street name, the first guy you kissed, the first girl you kissed. Every aspect of your life you have told him in confidence, in laughter, in tears.

But Mikey is never gonna be part of it. He can’t really meet your dad and have that ‘if you break her heart I’ll break your legs’ talk. He won’t bond with your mom over their mutual love of cooking and secretly become her confidant. Knowing all these people but never truly knowing them is something he accepts.

It’s you leaving for three months back home. Three months away from him, three months where you’ll be surrounded by nostalgia you miss and love. Where your family will ask about ‘any boyfriends?’ and you’ll have to fake laugh your way through it. Three months of you being amongst people you constantly miss.

Surrounded by normalcy.

And Mikey wanted to be happy for you, he wanted to say fuck it and face time you every morning and night, watch you be happy to be in your hometown and maybe even get a virtual tour of it...

But that little dark part in his brain calls him a freak and reminds him constantly that you’ll get tired of surrounding yourself in craziness, monsters, end of the world scenarios etc. It just can’t seem to allow him to be happy for you. So the entire thing had ended in a fight, where dumb regretful things had been spat and you had marched off pissed and he had remained here equally pissed.

His brothers think he doesn’t get mad, they think he holds himself together through sheer ignorant bliss but it’s never been the case. Cause you’ve seen fire in his pretty blue eyes, you’ve seen those same very pretty blue eyes turn red with tear, you’ve seen so much of what he hides behind his laughter.

And fuck, three months of you away?!

Mikey pushes his knees up against his chest and sighs. His phone hasn’t made a noise despite his efforts to try and call you after he has calmed down. He debated going to your house and apologizing or at least going for a more calmer approach in expressing why this had left him so triggered. He wants to make sure this hasn’t pushed you both to your end, another nagging little thought that hasn’t quite shut its mouth.

Had this been the end? Had you walked out in a fury of frustration and decided this is it? Would you seize all communication and just erase the memories of him and your time together?

He’s hurting himself, he’s also getting angrier. This is stupid, he’s been stupid and immature and so are you for walking off!

It’s two hours before he decides to get up and toss his phone and try to consume his surrounding in order to relax. Mind over matter and all it’s wonderful bullshit. He doesn’t want to leave his room cause he knows the others must’ve heard.

He’s four hours deep into a shooting game when Raph pokes his head in with some food. He doesn’t look up, cause he knows Raph wants to be a good big brother and talk to him but he doesn’t want to when he’s one unfortunate mishandling away from crying. He lets him sit with him, watch him play and run a little bit of commentary that actually makes him smile just a teeny bit.

Even when Raph gets up and runs a large mitt over his head and tells him ‘broads are just emotional, she’ll come around’ he tries his best to not let his eyes betray him. Even when Raph gives the top of his head a kiss and pats his shell, he tries his best to keep it together.

It’s around 4am when he decides to look for his phone, chucked somewhere near his bed and maybe not broken. He finds it under his bed, screen a little cracked and one text message reading ‘r u awake?’ By you, it was sent twenty minutes ago and somewhere between debating calling or texting he hears the curtain in his room move.

You’re there.

Face two parts unreadable and a good topping of frustrated. Your face is bare, a mixture of sleepwear and winter clothing that clearly shows you had tried to sleep it off but couldn’t. “I just saw this... sorry” Mikey wonders if that sorry is related to the unread text or more so this mess. You look away, the energy around you can be felt. That upset way you bite the inside of your lip, how you cross your arms and run through every possible way of starting your side of things to say.

“Why are you really mad about me going back home?” You can’t meet his gaze and Mikey is thankful because he feels an oncoming headache. “I dunno man...” He sets his phone on his makeshift night table and runs his hands through his face, mask being taken off with the motion.

“That’s not an answer, you’re mad about something and I want to know” This time you do look and Mikey’s playing with the shoe string on one of the sneakers that hangs from the bunk bed. He chooses to stay quiet because if he does say something, what are the chances that you’ll understand?

“Mike, talk to me” He huffs a bitter laugh, ‘Mike’ is the he’s in trouble name. But he feels more obstinate than ever because why talk?

He shoves his hands in his pockets and looks down at his feet. “I didn’t come back in the freezing cold to actually work through this if you aren’t going to throw me a bone at least-” Your tone is a mix of exasperation and sadness. “You go back and you forget about me” Mikey cuts through.

You furrow your brows at his statement. “What?” You take a few steps but he side steps you and that somehow cuts you. “You go back home and you realize it’s better to be in a normal environment that isn’t New York, in the sewers, with me-“ He motions to all of him. “And all the crazy shit we do” He glares, not necessarily at you but more so at all of this, the current state of affairs.

Running a frustrated hand through your hair you try to settle your thoughts. “You can’t jump to a conclusion like that and you know it, I’m not skulking off back home and ghosting you! And frankly it fucking hurts you think of me like that” You reach for him because Mikey can’t be still for five seconds if his life depended on it, but he grabs your hands and refuses to let you lull him with your touch. “It’s not a conclusion it’s a friggin possibility! Do you see us actually being endgame in all this shit!” He grips your wrists, you want to get through to him but he’s lost in that terrible negative mindset.

“We both aren’t mind readers! But trust me that leaving you is nowhere on my list of achievements” You manage out of his grip and grasp his face. “You are being unfair and stubborn as fuck but I love you okay?” Your voice sounds almost angry, angry at the very idea of living in a world where you and him don’t coexist together.

“I can’t even marry you! I can’t even knock you up!” Another bitter laugh escapes him, he knows your parents would die for some grandkids. Why is he so different, why does he have to be so fucking different he wonders bitterly.

“I don’t care, I don’t fucking care about a piece of paper or screaming babies, I care about you and I want you and I’m fucking happy with you stop sabotaging it” You press your hands to his hard plastron and scowl. “Stop lying to me then! Don’t pity lie at me when I know you want all that shit” He frowns, eyes watery and not caring if he wakes everybody up in the Lair.

Mikey’s ready for the rant of a life time but then you have to go and kiss him.

Kiss him hard, kiss him with rage bubbling on the skin of your lips. He can taste your words, taste every way you would’ve shut down his words with basic truth and facts. You pull away, forehead still pressed to his and you mutter against his lips. “You’re so fucking insufferable, shut up and listen to me” Your eyes are watery as is, hands at his neck to keep him at eye level.

“I love you, I love you so fucking much” You take a shuttering inhale, fingers skimming up towards his cheeks. Mikey can only watch you, take in every detail he’s been obsessed with for so long. You’re so beautiful to him, even when your angry crying, yelling at him to open his eyes. You’re warm and real in front of him, against his body. You watch his eyes go from that calm before the storm into the aftermath.

He’s so real to you, so lovely and he doesn’t seem to understand it.

There’s a pause. A mere ten second reprieve where only silence and breathing remain. Mikey feels your hands slowly slide down his body, nails scratching his sides. You keep your eyes on him, a hand slides into his shorts, index finger mapping out the slit that encompasses his most intimate part. Mikey shudders, sensitivity racking his body at your touch. He walks you up against a wall, a hand on your neck and another finding it’s way into your own pants.

He teases you, just as you tease him. Knees buckle when he pushes your lips apart and feels your moistening folds. There’s already a bump where your touching him and the way he’s tensing gives way to how he’s trying to hold himself in. “Come on, come on” You weren’t aware just how hard you’ve been breathing till you speak. Mikey’s mouths falls open, eyes closing as he drops down into your warm awaiting hand. You stroke him, teasing the flesh of his head just to make him buck and recapture your lips. His own finger finds its way in you, stretching and making your breath hitch.

The only reason you both pull away is to tear at one another’s clothes, an easy accomplishment when Mikey’s got just his shorts. He isn’t soft with your clothing either, yanking and nearly tearing, his on his knees pulling off your underwear. Your scent hits him and he’s gone, trapped in all that is you. He inhales sharply as he gets back on his feet, arms hooking under your thighs as he picks you up.

You both land on the bed, a huff escaping you and a grunt when Mikey feels you push him so you can straddle him. You don’t quite finesse this, it’s not your usual seductive ways that leave him a mess. It’s rough, there’s still frustration lingering in the air and Mikey’s okay with it because he knows he might go to rough if he runs the show.

So you do.

Sinking down on his hard cock with a long guttural moan. Mikey digs his fingers onto the plush skin of your bottom, just enough to make you sit on his cock and relish it. Eyes closed he just basks, the tightness, the wetness, the warmth. His eyes flutter open when he feels your palms on his plastron, firm and with purpose. His hands know already, they go up and rest on your waist and he swallows a churr when your hips begin to move fast and hard.

That rhythmic slapping of flesh, your rear hitting his lap on each thrust down. Mikey can’t stop churring, eyes on your own or slipping down to your beautiful breasts bouncing. You notice and lean forward, he buries his face between him, arm going around your waist as he lifts his hips to help you cross that line. The sweat of your skin is on the top of his tongue as he sucks a bruise onto your breast, you’re tightening up so much, cussing and begging for him.

You both can’t stop moaning, once you’re cummin and Mikey follows closely behind. He holds you close to him as you ride out the sensations, tightly secured against his strong body, held and loved. You’re a broken record of ‘I love you’s and so is he, filling you up and up.

Collapsed on top of him, chest heaving, you still feel the strength in his arms as he hugs you to him. You bury your face on his neck, body shaking with sobs as he whispers he’s sorry over and over as he kisses your shoulder, neck and head.

You say it too, against his skin.

Where you wish you could stay everyday.

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt mikey x reader #tmnt michelangelo x female reader #michelangelo tmnt #tmnt michelangelo x reader #tmnt michelangelo #mikey tmnt #tmnt mikey #michelangelo x reader #mikey x reader #Mikey #Michelangelo #smut prompt #ns*w #ask #bumbleburn

[sarita-sketches]

The Kings Assassin

Pairing: Oikawa x Fem Reader (Minors do not engage)

Genre: Fantasy Au, Smut

Warnings: Heavy sexual content including: Oral sex, foreplay, vaginal sex, dom Oikawa mention of blood and minor knife play (lightly writing name on skin, no real damage) fighting.

Summery: The King is in search for an assassin, Oikawa and y/n are the finalists in the competition that determine who will gain that position and reek the benefits that come with it. Through out the competition despite not linking each other they reluctantly worked together to get to this position. The final challenge to assassinate the opponent has not been announced and to their own demise they both have acquired feelings for each other. But with both of them having high stakes on the line as to whether they win or lose the competition will their feelings for each other be enough to find a way out or will they be each other's end?

Word Count: 4,205

Authors Note: So this is a story that I will be developing into a fanfiction, if you are curious follow me to stay updated

You let your eyes momentarily examine Oikawa, he had been dressed in a beautiful velvet overcoat, the colour of oblivion. Threads of gold perfectly decorated his arms, beginning thick at the cuffs, spreading out evenly the further up the arm they went. His petticoat was also black with small hints of gold, not enough to distract the loud jacket that he wore but it was enough to compliment it. This carried on through to the pressed trousers that clung tightly to his muscular legs. You quickly looked away realising where your eyes had been lingering, you heard him chuckle lowly and nothing infuriated your soul more.

Before you could say anything in repose the King stood from his throne.

“Welcome” King Ushijima’s voice boomed, but he was looking directly at the two of you. Something about the coldness in his eyes made your heart stop. Up until now the King had not shown his face to the announcements of each competition, always one of his advisers instead. You looked toward Oikawa surprised to find him looking incredibly serious, jaw clenched. You fiddled with your fingers, playing with the bulky rings that weighed them down in hopes of lessening your nerves.

“Tonight we celebrate our finalists. Look toward them, take them in. They have both endured extreme conditions that others could not. Have proved themselves timelessly of their worthy position as my Assassin”. The king was notoriously known as a cruel and heartless king, but you couldn't help but to hold your head high in triumph and pride at the king's claims. You and Oikawa had almost died several times, you had both reluctantly helped each other to get to this place. You had both become heartless killers and had taken the lives of many competitors where the environments had not yet claimed them first.

“Come forth” he said, a cold fury burnt in his Hazel eyes, every fibre in your body screamed to run but his eyes trapped you forcing your legs to take on one reluctant step after the other. Oikawa’s stiff body mirrored your own. You both took your seat at a large Oak table, carved with markings of the ancient world. It spread the length of the hall, arching towards the ends. The two of you moved towards your seats, covered in bright cherry red velvet fabrics and frames that looked to be made of pure gold. However they paled to the middle one, the Kings seat, grand and majestic like his throne. But instead of being red it was encompassed by darkness.

“Thank you all for being here today”. The king's voice filled the hall, echoing off the expanse walls made of pure marble, thin cracks lined in gold. “Tonight I announce the final challenge” he turned to look at you and Oikawa.

“Rise”. King Ushijima commanded, the words reverberating in your bones throwing you into motion. You didn't like the power he held in his words, something twisted in your stomach as you tried to hide the tremor of fear as you rose to your feet.

“For the final challenge, my remaining champions shall assassinate each other. What better way to find out who is worthy as my assassin than to have the most talented killers of this land have their way with each other”.

Your heart dropped to your stomach. How you managed to keep on your own two feet, you weren’t sure. You were thankful for the bountiful layers in your dress that hid your hands which betrayed your cold ferocious gaze from the prying eyes that watched you both intently as if waiting for a reaction, waiting to see if either of you would break. You ignored the itch to look at Oikawa, chastising yourself at how pointless that would be, of course he wouldn't care. In fact he was probably plotting his demise for you right now, relishing in the way his preferred dagger will feel against your throat. He was a killer, so were you - cold, feral killer who will not be broken.

The rest of the meal was a haze, barely able to fit a single bite in your mouth. Despite how many times you remind yourself of who you were, you couldn't face the idea of murdering Oikawa. Guilt coiled inside of you remembering your sister’s last words.

“Do what you must to get close to him, do what you must to be the Kings end”.

You felt frozen, trapped in the memory of your sister before her eyes had fluttered closed. You closed your eyes and took in a long breath through your nose before shooting them open once more.

Oikawa must die.

Back in your quarters you stood watching the fire that had been prepared for you. The rules were simple, at the break of dawn marks the beginning of the final challenge, one of us must be dead by dawn the next morning.

Despite knowing that the challenge did not begin until morning, you still slept with your favourite dagger next to you - in the moments that you had been able to sleep at least. Even though you had boarded any of the doors for precautions, you still woke up before the sun rose. Deciding that it was pointless trying to get any more sleep you opted instead to dress yourself appropriately. Gone was the glamorous dress that accentuated your body leaving you exposed and vulnerable, you now wore plain clothes. Dark and simple, Oikawa knew what you looked like, had studied you - your only chance of having the upper hand would be to disappear into the shadows until nightfall. Physically he was dominant, worked well in close combat, as did you, but the way he moved almost as one with his blade looked like a dance like it was second nature to him. Up until now the two of you hadn’t had to go against each other, you shuddered at the thought of what he would do to you, though in that time you had studied him well. With a sigh of relief you tried to reassure yourself that you had watched him enough to feel confident in predicting his moves. That's what you were good at, you were good at reading people and your own agility worked well to defend yourself until you had a clear understanding of your opponent.

Dawn broke and the golden sun seeped through the glass window panes illuminating your quarters, with that you finished arming yourself off with your dagger, the one that had belonged to your sister and left. For the most part you didn't expect to see Oikawa still in his room, but regardless you tried with the small sense of hope that he had let himself slip up and was still asleep. The bed was empty and already made, you scanned the room, there was no sign of him. You presumed that nothing major would happen until nightfall, after all you were the two remaining champions for all intended purposes you were the most talented players to try and attack each other under the sun would be suicide for the both of you. Instead you opted to roam the halls until you found a safe haven you could lie in, checking your surroundings hesitantly for any signs that you were being followed.

For the rest of the day your body was on high alert, flinching for your dagger had become instinctual to each snap of doors opening and shutting, the mumbles of servants passing through the halls. You will yourself to calm down taking solitude in the fact that until sundown there was no reason to be worrying. You peaked out of your hiding spot, peering into the halls once more, though now the castle was concealed in darkness with only the small flickering lanterns as your and protection. You slipped through the shadows undetected looking for clues that would indicate where your opponent would be hiding. The castle was large and with many places hidden from the prying eyes that one could conceal themselves in. You tried to remember anything that Oikawa could have said that would show any attestation that could reveal where he is. Amidst though you heard something, it was quiet but you hear the steps down the halls. To anyone else, they may not have realised he was near or there at all, but after months of being with him and having to analyse who was coming, if they were a threat to you or not, you had become well acquainted with the sound of his footsteps.

Good you thought, let him come to me.

With a smirk you flicked your blade into your hand and braced yourself for what was to come. You waited in the shadows pressing your back against the walls.

“Well, well, well” a voice who belonged to no other than Oikawa chuckled lowly as he stepped out into the light, your blade already at his throat. “Why aren’t you finishing me of y/n” he smirked, pressing his neck against the blade, a small tinge of blood began to seep out.

Oikawa winked at you, earning a scoff from yourself.

“I want to savour this” you stared blankly, hoping to God that your voice wouldn’t betray you.

Oikawa sniggered “Makes two of us, I would like to savour every bit of you sweetheart”.

Enough was enough, in that moment you drove your dagger towards his neck but Oikawa was one step ahead ducking sharply before connecting his elbow into your stomach. You lost your balance colliding into a door bursting open into a dark room, the impact of his elbow and the hard wooden surface shocked you. The room was empty and you both circled each other like animals of prey, waiting to strike for their kill. Not once losing sight of his steps you watched him with a predatory gaze, analysing his movements and your surroundings hoping that something in the empty room could give you some kind of leverage over him.

“What’s the matter?” his voice filled the bare room echoing off the stone walls. “Look, I don’t want to kill you” the crack of vulnerability in his voice left you shocked, immediately grateful that the darkness of the room concealed your face to some degree.

“Bullshit!” you exclaimed, throwing a shuriken towards him, the hiss that left his lips indicated that you’d made a hit. Oikawa went quiet and so had his footsteps, for the first time you’d lost sight of him, clouds covered the beaming rays of the moonlight and now they stood in complete darkness. You steadied your breathing, waiting for a noise.

A small shuffle came from behind you. Got you, you smirked, but before you could imbed your dagger into his chest his hand gripped your wrist, his other arm wrapping itself around your neck.

“Nice try princess, but I have gotten to know you quite well. You're not the only one who’s been observing” his breath was hot against your ear, every hair on your body stood on end, his chest was firmly pressed against you. His hand was firm against your wrist tightening with each passing second, you winced at the pain refusing to let your weapon drop on the floor, but his strength was like no other. The tingling sensation of your hands becoming numb ran along your fingers - you were forced to let go. With one swift movement he kicked the weapon away from you while bringing your arms behind your back to stop you attempting to reach for any others. You were trapped, you breathed in slowly remaining calm before you knocked your head against his chin with all the brute force you could muster.

“Bitch!” he yelled clutching his chin in anguish. In the moment of the commotion you took the opportunity to grab his own dagger, pushing him firmly against the wall. You heard his head smack aggressively against the stone making you wince slightly. You brought your dagger to his throat once more.

“You’re going to assassinate me with my own prized possession, now that is low. Even for you princess”. You couldn't stand his arrogance, you had his life in your hands and yet he acted as though you wouldn't push the dagger into his throat. It infuriated you because you knew that deep down inside of you, you knew he was right.

“Shut the fuck up” you growled.

“You know how I know you wont kill me” he mocked, lifting one of his hands to your own, his large hand gently encompassing yours, but not moving your hand down, he kept it there helping you guide the blade. “If you truly wanted me dead” he leaned into your ear. “I would be dead by now” his lips were on your neck forcing your eyes to flutter close, releasing a small gasp. His lips continued to trail down your neck across your jaw.

“Like I said” he muttered along your skin “I don’t want to kill you”.

His arms snaked around your waist twisting your body so your back was now against the wall. You were faintly aware of the loud clang of metal that hit the stone concrete as he lifted your hands above your head. Your heart pounded hard against your rib cage, feeling as though you might combust and fall apart in his hands.

Maybe he didn't want to kill me, but you were sure he would be the end of you. You hated that he made you feel this way, that he could make you forget about the promises you’d made, you tried to push against your desires that were clawing to rip free - but you couldn’t. He snared you in his trap. Finally giving in your lips connected in one powerful blow, he let go of your hands bringing them to your face bringing you closer to him closing every inch between the two of you until you had become one. Your lips moved in unison with his, they felt soft and hot against you, with each movement becoming rougher; it electrified your soul as if you were being brought to life for the very first time. Your hands clawed at his hair and you felt him growl into your mouth, the cool touch of the wall seeped through the fabrics of your clothes pressing you further against it. You moaned out in response to his hands exploring your body.

“Please” you breathed out desperately.

Oikawa pulled back from you, the intensity in his eyes making you want to retract into your self as if his gaze could see into your soul, see the feelings you had for him, see the conflict that lay there. There was no amusement, he almost looked sincere.

He whispered, barely audible “What do you want me to do” he leaned his forehead against yours, his hands planted firmly against your hips.

“Tear me apart”. His head snapped back up to look at you once more, his hesitance mirrored your own doubts but regardless you continued. “I want you to break me apart, have your way with me”.

“Are you sure about that?” The concern in his voice took you a back realising that for the first time the monster was beginning to break.

“Yes” you exhaled.

Oikawa’s lips crashed against yours, you weren’t sure how it could be possible that the aggression and desperation in each other’s movements could intensify, yet here you both were abusing each other's mouths, tongues colliding and fighting for dominance. Giving up, you pulled back and moved your lips along his jaw, he stretched his neck in response allowing you more access as you attacked his porcelain skin, soon enough tainted in purple bruises. He winced with each mark you left but he didn’t stop you, stretching his hands against the wall to keep him from his legs giving in.

“I think I recall saying that I wanted you to make me fall apart, not the other way round” you whispered, the seduction in your voice forced a groan out of him as your hot breath met the sensitive part behind his ear.

In a swift movement his hand clamped around your throat forcing you to look at him.

“You really shouldn’t test me sweetheart” he sneered, like a wild animal just awoken from his slumber. “I’m going to take my time devouring every inch of your body”. You couldn’t help but gulp at his claims, already feeling the dampness between your legs. How long had it been since you’d last been touched? you wondered, how long had it been since anyone other than your own hand made you cum.

“Quit the chat, just fucking touch me, it’s been too long and I’m not a patient woman”

“You can really be a bitch when you want to be can’t you y/n” he teased.

“You don’t know the half of it” you scoffed in response, but your protests were quickly silenced by his hand traveling down your body towards the leather pants you were sporting. He began pulling them down your legs, the cold air brushing against your skin like a knife. Oikawa’s breath hitched, realising just how bare you were underneath.

He knelt before you “Not a lot of things could bring me to my knees but you y/n” he said as he began to kiss the inside of your thighs painfully slow. “I would bow to you and only you” he mumbled along your skin, your own breathing now becoming laboured. His lips hovered over your heat and you held your breath waiting for a release. One finger slowly dragged between your folds and you felt him groan in satisfaction, his breath against you making you lose your mind in anticipation.

“You’re so fucking wet, is this really how I make you feel?” he chuckled, his finger drawing small slow circles around your clit, but never touching you where you needed him most. You tried to gyrate your hips against his rough finger but his hand slammed you against the wall stilling your hips.

“So Impatient”. His mouth came down on your lips, spreading them apart savouring the taste of you. You gasped loudly at the sudden contact of his tongue against your skin, not a single inch of you left unexplored. Instinctively you grabbed his hair pulling him close to your core, he moaned onto you the vibrations driving you absolutely feral. It wasn’t long before you were matching your movements to his tongue riding him, relishing in the euphoric friction between his tongue and your clit that was being abused by him. If your breathing had been laboured a moment ago, you were now a moaning mess coming undone before him. He expertly continued to thrash his tongue against you, not stopping for a single moment, quickening his pace; your legs shake uncontrollably in response, at this Oikawa inserted two fingers in side of you, with each pump he drove into you deeply curling them while he continued to attack your clit. The sensation forced a guttural sound out of you, you felt your soul leave your body as he brought you closer to your climax, you were completely at his mercy as you screamed out into the night. You rode him hard, feeling yourself clench around him something split inside you as pleasure exploded over your body. Oikawa licked the juices helping you ride out your high before coming back up to meet you eye to eye.

For a moment neither of you said a word to each other.

Oikawa was the first one to break the silence “That good that you can’t muster the words huh?”. You went to lightly hit him but he caught your wrist, the explosion of pleasure left you weak, unable to remove your wrist out of his strong grasp. Another hand dragged along your skin, creeping its way to your breasts, your nipples were hard and you knew it wasn’t because of the piercing chill that nipped at your exposed skin.

“Hold on a second,” Oikawa said, moving away from you and crossing the room, next thing you knew a foreign metallic object dragged along your skin. Your breath hitched in your throat, realising it was his blade.

“Spell each letter out” he whispered into your ear. The blade slowly dragged along your thigh in the shape of a T

“T - O - R - U” you processed the letters momentarily “Toru? Is that your name”

“Yes” he averted your eyes away from you, you looked down at your thigh not surprised to see his name lightly etched into your skin.

“Tonight you’re mine” he growled, confidence returned to his voice. He turned you around so you were now facing the wall. Oikawa shifted behind you fumbling with his belt letting his pants drop, you reached your hand towards his cock but he slapped your hand away.

“You wanted me to tear you apart, so let me”

“Okay” you rasped out.

Oikawa plunged inside of you, his cock spreading you apart. You moaned at the pleasure as he started to move in and out of you while his hands fondled with your breasts. You leaned your head back into the crook of his neck in ecstasy.

“Fuck Toru” you exclaimed, the feeling of his dick embedded deep inside of you making you see stars. As he railed you into oblivion his blade came across your neck, something about the thrill of having his blade ready to pierce your skin while he fucked you made you lose your mind. You started to push back into him, your own hand working your clit. The feeling of the knot in your stomach grew becoming unbearable to hold on anymore. Oikawa at the same time became sloppy with his thrusts, pushing himself deeply into your core. Both you and Oikawa filled the room with your loud panting and moaning.

“I want to see your pretty face as you cum all over my cock princess” he breathed down your neck, Oikawa quickly pulled out of you and instead wrapped your legs around him so you were now pushed up against the wall, letting the blade drop on the floor once more. His cock reentered your wet heat as he bounced you on his dick, your hand glided over your clit once more.

“Toru I’m going to cum” you moaned. Oikawa drove into you harder, at this point you couldn’t hold back your scream as he pounded your already abused cunt. Your nails clawed at his neck making him hiss whilst he kissed you passionately.

“Fuck y/n” he grunted, grinding into you before the two of you felt your release. Oikawa spilled into you as you screamed his name.

For a few moments neither of you said anything to each other, you were trying to comprehend what had just happened.

“So, what now? One of us has to die and you said you weren’t here to kill me” you’d said as you redressed yourself, looking for your dagger which was currently nowhere to be seen. Oikawa shifted behind you.

“Since when have you ever taken me for someone who gives up”. His blade was once again against your throat.

“You seem confident for someone who’s about to die” you unsheathed another blade, one long enough to carve out his heart.

#oikawa toru x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!! #fantasy au #fantasy #fanfiction #smut #heavy smut #oikawa smut #oikawa x you #haikyuu oikawa #iwazumi x reader #iwaizumi #ushijima #assassin au #assassin #anime #oikawa tooru #oneshot #oikawa oneshot

[queenangst]

Afo possesing deku instead of tomura for 30min prompt? Maybe being made to hurt his friends

for my 30 min fic challenge / read more: ‘30 min fics’ tag

drawing voices deep from you [read on AO3]

Deep within One for All, Izuku makes a mistake. All for One has a new body.

“So this is it?” Izuku said quietly.

He looked around at the cracked and strange place; tall, empty chairs sat in a semicircle, but Izuku was surrounded by seven figures.

One for All—Yoichi, Izuku remembered—smiled.

“You already have my Quirk.” He took Izuku’s hands and squeezed.

His heart hurt. Sometimes it was easy to think of the vestiges as just… ghosts, remnants of a different time. More than often though, as he held each of their Quirks, used them, he remembered they had been real people once living in a different time.

And all of them except one killed by All for One.

“Then…”

Izuku’s knees knocked together. “What happens next?”

Nana touched his shoulder. “You keep fighting. You keep going. With all of us behind you.”

If this space was One for All… this broken room, set in a whirling, endless void—why was it so small? Izuku turned, looking to where the walls crumbled and out into the open. What was the rest of it?

He’d thought about the questions before. But Izuku had thought privately to himself that maybe if he unlocked every Quirk, if he faced every truth, this room would disappear, and become something else.

“What’s… what’s out there?”

Yoichi hadn’t let go of his hand, and now gripped it tighter. “Don’t go.”

His curiosity ached.

“So you think there’s something.”

“If it is what I think it is,” Yoichi warned, “you should stay here.”

Izuku looked back. Faves echoed to him, each one silent.

“So you don’t know.”

Yoichi shook his head.

“Can… can I come back?”

Yoichi frowned, but gestured around him. “This is your Quirk.”

But something of it was still out of Izuku’s control. There was something he hadn’t grasped yet, an understanding that eluded him now. Izuku pulled himself free of Yoichi’s grasp, and he was let go this time without a fight.

“I’ll come back, then,” he promised.

Heart pounding in his chest, he walked to the edge where ground met nothing.

“Izuku,” someone called. It could have been one voice. It could have been many.

Izuku stepped out, down, and fell.

The sensation was weird. He was falling, but this wasn’t real, really, and the darkness surrounded him. It almost felt alive, cradling him in a weathered hand. Something pulsed in the heart of the darkness.

A light.

Izuku reached for it, flickering red and encompassing, and—

Toshinori searched the sky for Izuku.

The battle was dying. Izuku sank back to the ground, Blackwhip still dancing around him but faded now. From the edge, Toshinori could taste the power in the air. Like electricity.

He moved first, picking his way through rubble. Izuku landed hard, and suddenly reached up with a hand to grab his head.

“Young Midoriya!”

Izuku looked in Toshinori’s direction.

His eyes…

There was something strange about his eyes.

Toshinori picked up the pace, uncaring, running the short distance between them as Izuku jerked. A tremor ran through his shoulders.

He said, in a small voice, “All… All Might?”

Hawks landed and came over. “Something wrong?” He jerked his head in the other direction. “Endeavor’s got the villain. What’s up with the kid?”

“I—I don’t…” Izuku shook his head. One for All crackled to life around him, green light giving his skin an unnatural glow. “All Might, please—please help. Help. Help.”

Toshinori took Izuku’s face in his hands. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Up close, his eyes were—they were changing colors. Black, from the inside out.

“I-” Izuku lapsed into silence. He shook, then cried out in pain. “I think I made a mistake, wait, please, don’t, I’m sorry —”

Then he went still and limp, like a puppet with all his strings cut. Toshinori caught him, looking towards Hawks.

“We need…”

“Medic!” Hawks called.

Toshinori shook Izuku gently. “Midoriya? Can you hear me?”

His eyes snapped open. Izuku blinked up at Toshinori—with completely black eyes—and suddenly, his mouth curved into a smile.

“All Might.”

Toshinori recoiled. That wasn’t Izuku’s voice. Those weren’t Izuku’s eyes.

“...Izuku?”

“What’s going on?”

Izuku laughed.

“Your face,” he said as he stood. “It’s good to be able to see again. And what a sight.”

He threw out his arms, flexing his fingers and marvelling. Glanced around the battlefield as if the destruction was uninteresting to him. Shadows gathered on his face.

“Ah…” He took a step. “Oh, Izuku,” he said. “Thank you for the opportunity. It’s been so long.”

Toshinori clenched his fists. “What have you done to Izuku?”

“What have I done?” A chuckle. “He’s the one who opened the door and came looking for me. Don’t you recognize me?”

“Let him go.”

All for One flicked his fingers. Blackwhip tore out of his arm violently, in a way that Toshinori hadn’t seen since the first time Izuku used it. There was no other explanation, no other person this could be, who stared with Izuku’s eyes at Toshinori holding so much hate.

“I don’t think I will,” All for One said.

It was Izuku’s voice, sort of. Toshinori still recognized it; but it was a little bit distant now, and warped, as if he was hearing the voice through a radio.

“After all, he’s just given me the key to freedom. He had All for One, too, a piece of it when I gave my brother his Quirk. Izuku just had to find it.”

Toshinori forced his hands to uncurl and held his hands out, mind racing. They couldn’t negotiate. They couldn’t fight. He cast a helpless glance in Hawks’ direction, whose feathers darted out but hovered.

All for One’s voice changed back, to Izuku’s. “You wouldn’t want to hurt your hero, would you?”

“Please,” Toshinori said.

A glance. “Will you beg for it?”

Toshinori knew that he wouldn’t let Izuku go even if he begged, but he dropped to his knees anyway. Concrete hit him. He looked up at Izuku—his successor, his legacy, his boy.

“Please.”

Fast, faster than Toshinori had time to comprehend, a scarred hand wrapped around Toshinori’s throat. Could he feel Toshinori’s heartbeat, pounding, alive?

“Pathetic,” All for One said. “The Symbol of Peace.”

That was Izuku’s hand. That was Izuku’s body, it was still him—Toshinori couldn’t fight, not even if this was his greatest enemy. So he knelt as the hand tightened. His lungs screamed.

“Please.”

All for One had never been satisfied. It was in his name, in his Quirk. What he wanted, he took; what he couldn’t have, he destroyed worlds and families and people to remake for himself.

But not—

Not Izuku. He couldn’t speak anymore. Please.

“He’s not gone, you know,” All for One said, leaning in.

“All Might!” Hawk’s voice, distant and fuzzy. Toshinori reached out a hand, trying to convey his message. Don’t hurt him. “All for One, let them both go.”

All for One leaned in. Izuku. His eyes flickered with green light. Out of the corner of Toshinori’s eye, he could see curls of hair.

He fought for air. The hand around his throat eased, just slightly, as if All for One knew.

“Izuku,” Toshinori rasped. “It’s… okay. It’s not, it’s not your fault. I forgive you.”

All for One drew back. A tear ran down his face, but All for One didn’t seem to be aware it was there.

“Izuku’s begging, too,” he whispered. “He’s calling your name, All Might.”

A sudden release. Toshinori gasped, his chest caving from inside-out, spots dancing in his vision. He fell back, concrete scraping his hands, and struggled to get up.

Hawks grabbed his shoulder, drew him to his feet—good, because Toshinori had no strength to stand.

“Izuku…” Toshinori begged. “Please come back.”

All for One smiled again. Toshinori suddenly had a memory of Izuku kneeling in front of him, Quirkless and sobbing as he held out a hand. They stood in the golden, dying light of day as Toshinori offered Izuku his Quirk.

Would this have happened if Izuku hadn’t taken it, or if Toshinori hadn’t offered it? Would he be safer?

But not happier. There was a smile Toshinori treasured, one that was twisted on his face now. But not better. All Might would have died if that day had passed with nothing, for all that Izuku had given him, and he couldn’t regret that.

“We’ll see,” All for One said. Then, having won the battle, he strode away. From the back, receding into the distance and the dust; and dressed in green with his cape fluttering, a familiar silhouette, Toshinori could hardly tell him apart from Izuku.

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Illicit Affairs IV - Duncan Shepherd x Fem!Reader

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hey babies! it has been a while! but i have finally gotten enough brain cells to write part four of illicit affairs!

big thank you to @desertsunflower00 for pointing me in the direction i wanted the story to go to after being stuck ily amiga!

also.... this was not the ending i thought i was gonna give when i started writing it but my heart led me to this so

i hope you all enjoy!!! and thank you so much for being so patient!

I've had so so much fun and heartache writing for this story.

please let me know what you think!!!

the first 3 parts are linked here!

Illicit Affairs Part I

Illicit Affairs Part II

Illicit Affairs Part III

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as always! not proofread! italics are for memories!

(also really hope the italics copied correctly from google docs!)

Emma’s head was pounding. With each sob she felt the pain strike her heart.

Duncan was her world. She couldn’t imagine… couldn’t even think of what her life would be like without him. He was the one who lit up even her darkest days - always being that rock that held her together.

All the years they’d been together, she never had reason to think Duncan didn’t feel the same way. She thought he was enough for him…

A message from her friend pinged her phone, making her acknowledge the time.

God, she wanted to scream again. She didn’t know whether to believe if he was really at his office.

Lost. Alone. She didn’t know what to do. The one person she knew could make her feel loved was now the person causing her the most pain.

Emma tried to get herself off the floor, but what was the point. She didn't see a rhyme or reason to it when she didn’t know what to do.

She didn’t know where he was.

She didn’t know what she’d say to him if he was.

And she felt like she had nowhere to go.

So she laid on her closet floor, clutching the nearest shirt of his she could reach and stained his shirt with her tears. Her tears would soon dry and disappear from the fabric, but the lip print on his collar would be painful to remove both from his shirt and her mind.

--

While Duncan waited for Y/N to finish in the bathroom, he checked his phone and saw a message that had come in from Emma. Guilt clouded every emotion he had. It overtook the anxiety he felt of the what ifs with Y/N. It encompassed him completely.

Missing you x, she sent with a picture of their dog.

He’d been gone for longer than he anticipated and knew she must be getting worried. He took a deep breath, trying to ease himself.

He was doing this for her.

--

Y/N’s nerves bubbled up in her stomach, but she couldn’t stall much longer.

“Are you okay?” Duncan asked right at the door.

She knew looking at the results would then seal her fate with Duncan - one way or another.

“Yup! Just a minute.” she got up and held on to the edge of the sink before splashing her face with cold water. “You can do this,” she whispered to herself.

Y/N picked up the test and held her breath.

Not pregnant.

As relief washed over her she couldn’t deny the tiny part of her that hoped she was -- as selfish as it was, she didn’t think Duncan wouldn’t leave her if she was.

Y/N walked out of the bathroom, negative test in hand, to a Duncan who nervously paced her living room.

“It’s fine, Duncan. I’m not pregnant.” She pretended not to care when she saw his shoulders finally relax since he’d heard of the possibility of it being true.

He clapped his hands together nervously. Duncan hadn’t realized how sweaty his palms were in the short time waiting. “Okay,” he nodded. “Okay - I… How are you feel-”

“Stop.” she interrupted him. “We don’t have to do this.” Although normally seeing Duncan in her apartment always filled her with a sense of warmth - it was the illusion of having a life with him - when she saw him now, he seemed out of place. He didn’t belong there no matter how much she wanted to force that piece there.

He frowned, studying her expressions, “I came because last time we spoke -”

Y/N interrupted him again, “I know why you’re here. You think you can clear your conscious by telling me how fucking special I am,” she rolled her eyes. “We don’t need to do all that.” If she had any doubts about the way he felt before - they were made clear now.

And while she felt she had a million things left unsaid to him, she didn’t feel like she owed him that. “You’re good. We’re good. I just want to shower and move on. So I’d appreciate it if you quit calling and showing up.”

Just let me go.... She wanted to scream.

--

Duncan was driving back home from Y/N’s apartment and while he had so many thoughts racing in his head - for the first time in a long time, he felt lighter. As difficult as it’s been to part ways with Y/N, he knew that it was the right decision. He’d finally have a chance to do things right by Emma.

“I’m home, baby!” Duncan called out, hanging his keys by the door. The house felt cold and a shiver ran down his spine.

He walked into their bedroom looking for his wife and saw the door of their walk-in closet jarred open. When he opened the door he saw Emma curled into the fetal position asleep, holding his shirt with Captain snuggled up on her side.

She had tired herself out from crying and fell asleep waiting for his return.

Duncan’s heart rate spiked, thinking she’d been hurt or something happened. “Emma!” he fell to his knees, placing the back of his hand on her forehead, feeling for a temperature. “Baby, wake up,” he cooed, until he saw her eyes flutter open.

And for the fraction of a second between unconsciousness and consciousness, she got lost in the blue of his eyes all over again. For that fraction of a second it was like waking up to him that very first night they spent together.

“Hold still,” Duncan laughed, his fingers delicately brushed over Emma’s face until he got the eyelash that was in danger of going into her eye. “There,” he showed her the lash stuck to his thumb.

“Thank you,” she licked her lips, her eyes glancing down at Duncan’s pink lips.

“Wait,” he grabbed her wrist with his other hand, “Press your thumb to mine - and whoever the lash sticks to gets to make a wish,” he explained the silly ritual. It was something one of his nannies had taught him and it always stuck with him. He loved how he could be like this with Emma… soft… vulnerable. He’s sure very little people actually knew this side of him.

Sure, they’d only been dating for a little bit now, but Duncan was more than sure that she was the love of his life.

“What?” she laughed, her voice like music to his ears.

“Trust me,” he smiled when she pressed her thumb to his. “Okay, ready? One… two… three.” They each pulled their digits away from each other and took a look. The lash was gone from Duncan’s thumb and Emma was smiling like a child with it pressed on her skin.

“What do I do now?” she giggled.

“Make a wish and then drop the eyelash into your shirt.”

“Okay.” She closed her eyes trying to keep a very serious face, but Duncan could see the smile tugging on her lips. “Done.” she dropped the lash into her shirt.

“Well… what was the wish?” he asked.

“I can’t tell you that!”

“I never said that was a rule!!” he argued back.

“That's a basic wish rule,” she rolled her eyes, crossing her legs criss crossed on his couch. “You can’t say what you wished for!”

“I’m taking the wish back if you won’t tell me,” Duncan tried to look stern, but his lopsided smile gave it away. He adjusted on the couch and pushed her down until he was hovering over her. His fingers started to tickle her sides, making the bottom of her shirt ride up.

She was in a fit of laughter begging him to stop. She found herself grabbing the back of his head and tugging his hair down to have his face just inches away from her own. Duncan’s fingers stopped tickling her, but his hand snuck inside her shirt, feeling her softness.

Everything froze for a moment when she stared into his eyes that way. He looked at her like she’d hung the moon and the stars. She never wanted to stop looking into the safety of his eyes.

-

She blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting and focusing back on Duncan’s. After that split second had passed, she sat up and shoved his chest, trying to make him give her space.

Duncan furrowed his brows, “Baby, what’s wrong?”

Emma backed away from him, eyes prickling with tears again. She picked up his stained shirt - what once was her favorite, got closer to him and shoved it into his chest, “F-fucking asshole!” she finally let herself sob again. She felt so weak when her forehead fell against his chest and her balled up fists rested against him.

Entirely confused, Duncan wrapped his arms around her waist, trying to get her to look at him. He hadn’t gotten a chance to examine the shirt she handed him.

Emma felt herself melting into his hold, but stopped herself. She took his arms and removed them from her waist, taking a step back, “Don’t touch me.”

“No…” Duncan let out under his breath, seeing the lipstick mark, “No,” he said louder, “No, honey, I can explain.” He reached his hand out to touch her but she flinched at his approach.

His warm “honey” had a cold stare behind her tears. He couldn’t imagine what she could be feeling… She was never supposed to find out.

A single tear rolled down his cheek. “I love you. No one else but you.” his voice cracked.

“Get out.” she sniffled, wanting so desperately to be strong.

“Let me explain!” he felt his knees wanting to give out and his head started to spin. This couldn’t be happening. He asked her to let him explain but he didn’t know if he even had a good reason to give her.

For a moment, he saw her face soften. A result of seeing the sick look on his face - she still felt the urge to hold him, to kiss him.

He took the chance at her moment of softness and continued, “It’ll never happen again, I promise.”

“Maybe we should back up for a minute if you really want to explain.” she wiped her cheeks, “Let’s start with an easy one, no? What’s on that shirt, Dunc?”

“Baby…” it felt like a kick to the gut.

“I’ll help you out,” she continued, “Who’s lipstick is on your shirt?”

“It was a stupid mistake, Emma. I promise.” he pleaded.

“No, Dunc. A mistake is when I accidentally add too much salt to a recipe or leave my coffee mug on top of my car before I pull out of the driveway.” her voice lowers again, “I trusted you.”

“How long?” she took a deep breath. “And please don’t bother lying.”

“Six months.” he hung his head in shame.

No. No. No.

Emma thought she wanted to know the truth but… hearing it from his voice that this had been going on far longer than she imagined broke her heart all over again.

“Six months,” she repeated. “You’ve been fucking some whores for six months. God I’m so fucking stupid,” she groaned. She raised her hand to the pole that held all of Duncan’s clothes in the closet and slid them off, throwing them to the ground in frustration.

“It was never more than one.” he tried to defend himself.

“Because that makes it so much better!!!” she laughed humorlessly. “Get out! Get out!” she tossed his clothes at him until he backed out of the closet.

Even if it broke her again, she wanted to know the reason why. But it couldn’t be today. She could barely stand to look at him and with everything that came out his mouth - just ending up cutting her more and more.

“I love you,” Duncan dropped to his knees and crawled to her until he could wrap his arms around her legs. “If we can both calm down and talk-”

“I don’t need to calm down,” she cried.

In all his years spent with Emma - he’d never seen her so upset and it killed him to know he was the reason for it. Maybe it was his selfishness taking over again, but he couldn’t lose her - couldn’t let her go.

They’d almost been inseparable from the moment they met. Attached at the hip. Always in sync.

-

Duncan was in his home office, typing away on his laptop. His glasses were low on his face and he wore a white t-shirt and his plaid pajama pants.

Emma had been trying to get him to bed for the past hour, but he was really busy with the project he’d been working on.

She came back into his office ready for bed. She wore one of his old college sweatshirts and rubbed her eyes. “Almost done?” she yawned.

“Almost,” Duncan didn’t look up from his screen.

Emma lingered by the door, not wanting to go to bed without Duncan by her side. Duncan felt her at the door and looked up, pushing his glasses back. He knew how much she loved sleeping in his old sweatshirt at this point he considered it hers.

“C’mere,” he rolled back his chair, “You can sit in my lap until I’m done working.” he smiled, patting his thigh.

She hurried to his desk and curled up on his lap. She loved being close to him. Just feeling his breathing, taking in his scent, feeling his hands absently wander up and down her body.

Her legs hung off the side of his chair and her face was nestled in the crook of his neck, but Duncan kept her steady with his arm around her waist.

And he could stay like that for hours - feeling her close as he finishes reading over reports for his app. She was like a life size stress reliever for him. Just by having her touching him, pressing little kisses along his jaw… melted away his stress.

-

When she looked down at Duncan on his knees for her, she still saw the man she loved. She wasn’t sure she’d ever feel that way about someone again.

“Baby, honey,” he cried, “I’ll never stop making it up to you just please,” his forehead pressed into her thigh, “Don’t leave me.”

“I-if you won’t leave - I will,” she stepped out of his grasp. “I can’t think straight right now. I… I’m so hurt,” her voice broke with the last word.

“I’m going to my moms house…” she spoke out loud, guiding herself through the plan. “I can’t be here. I can’t even look at you.”

Duncan begged her to stay. He told her if anyone should be forced to leave the home it should be him - he was the one who screwed up. But she couldn’t stand being in the place that has brought them so many happy memories.

That night, Emma stayed in her childhood room. Although she had outgrown it over the years, the whole situation made her feel small. She curled up under her yellow bed sheets and stared at her phone each time it lit up with another text from Duncan.

Duncan tossed and turned in his empty bed. In his sleep, his arms searched for his Emma, coming up empty every time.

--

“Em?” her mother woke her up gently, “It’s been five days of just sulking around and ignoring calls. You need to get up, sweetheart.”

Her mother softly pulled her covers down. “Maybe you can get dressed and we can go for a coffee,” concern clouded her voice.

Emma didn’t say anything - just stared at her ceiling. “Duncan came by why you were sleeping,” her mom continued. His name was the only word she’d responded to; she looked at her mom with tears in her eyes.

“I told him you weren’t available to talk…” She handed her daughter her glasses off the nightstand.

She put her glasses on her face and slowly sat up in the bed. Her mom was right - she’d been avoiding everyone; avoiding Duncan for too long now. She slowly nodded, feeling her body drag out of bed.

The hot water that almost burned her skin in the shower suddenly turned frigid. The warm embrace evaporating away. Her heart was growing tired of the things she loved leaving her reach.

After a day of blurred nothingness, her heart was finally pounding a million beats per second, staring at the door of her home. As familiar as it was, it didn’t feel like home anymore.

With a shaky hand, her fingertip pressed deeply into the doorbell.

12:46 am - Although Duncan should have been asleep he found himself the same way he had since Emma left; sad and alone.

He pulled on an old pair of sweats, his hair in messy curls with a few strands in his face - even his stubble had gotten a little scruffier.

“Emma,” his eyes twinkled in the moonlight. Seeing her again finally made him feel like he could breathe again. “You’re home,” he tried to reach for her, but saw the way her entire body tensed up at his advancement.

“Stop,” she shook her head, her heart couldn’t handle having to reject him. She was holding on by a thread. “We need to talk.”

--

Four months later:

Y/N smiled in the sleepy state between dreaming and being conscious as she felt strong arms pulling her closer. His large hands pressed on her stomach, slowly inching up her shirt. At the same time, she felt his lips softly pressing into her shoulder.

“Morning,” she mumbled, keeping her eyes closed.

“Morning, princess,” he rolled over and pinned her below him. She met his kind, unclouded gaze. Not a trace of guilt behind his eyes - he was solely happy to be hers.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, “You want chocolate chip or blueberry pancakes today?” he nuzzled the tip of his nose with her, making her break a smile.

“Both?” she bit her lip.

“Oh my god,” he playfully rolled his eyes before kissing her, “You’re absolutely spoiled, darling.” He started getting out of bed, pulling his sweats that were discarded on the floor. Y/N stared in awe at the strong muscles of his bare back. She loved running her fingers over the smoothness of his skin, leaving invisible idle patterns or semi-permanent marks of her fingernails scratching down.

There was peace knowing she never had to share him. With him, she didn’t have to sacrifice bits of her happiness.

With one last kiss, he stepped out of the room to take a quick shower before starting breakfast. It’d become sort of a ritual for them; Sundays were for Y/N to sleep in and for him to make her breakfast. They’d later fold their laundry together and watch movies.

Her phone buzzed too loudly on the nightstand for her to ignore. “Hello?” she picked up the call, her eyes still closed.

“Y/N?” her heart came to a halt. She’d recognize that voice anywhere. Her name dripped from his lips like molasses; warm and sickeningly sweet.

“Y/N, it 's me, Duncan.”

After a brief pause, Y/N let out a deep breath. She was fine. When Duncan left her apartment almost five months ago, she didn’t know what it would be like the next time she saw him. They’d left so much unsaid, but it was better this way. She wanted to be done. And while there were nights she thought she’d never stop missing him, the soft ache in her heart started to fade.

She was relearning what it meant to love someone who could give her what she wanted; what she deserved. No longer did she feel shameful - kept like a dirty secret.

Late night meet ups in dark parking lots with Duncan turned into proudly holding hands with someone who wanted the world to see the way he felt about her.

Quick fucks that left her feeling empty as Duncan hurried to leave her apartment to go home to his wife turned into her boyfriend spending the night to make her breakfast in the morning.

Things were never as bad as she anticipated. There was a part of her that was proud of not feeling fazed by Duncan’s call.

“I…” Duncan continued when she didn’t speak, “I mi- I’m sorry,” she could picture him pinching the bridge of his nose as he stumbled over his words, “How are you?”

“I am doing really well, Duncan,” her tone was sincere without a trace of bitterness. If there was one thing Duncan did right, was give her his final piece of advice - when he told her she deserves someone who could make her happy.

“Emma… filed for divorce.” he coughed to cover up any anxiety in his voice.

“We need to talk,” Emma told him before stepping into the house. Duncan still replayed that night over and over in his head wishing and attempting to bargain with anyone that would listen to turn back time.

Duncan sat beside her at their small kitchen table; they always talked about getting a bigger one when they’re little family started to grow, but it was perfect for just the two of them. Countless mornings sipping coffee with the comfort of the other’s company were spent at their little table.

“I need you to know how much you hurt me, Duncan.” Duncan couldn’t recall the last time Emma had called him Duncan. He was her babe, her baby, her honey, her Dunc. A few nights ago, when she left - as angry as she was, through all the tears and screams she still called him Dunc. Hearing his full name fall from her lips with distaste made him realize things were changing.

The more Emma listened to Duncan recounting his inexcusable reasons the more upset she became. Silent tears strolled down her face as he explained over and over that he didn’t even have a real reason why because that meant there was nothing she could have done to keep it from happening.

“Do you love her?” Emma interrupted him. If there were any hope for them, Emma knew it would be in his answer.

“Baby - that’s over. I’ll never see her again,” and with the absence of a ‘no,’ Duncan sealed his fate.

She winced, internally accepting the end.

Duncan had a harder time really accepting it was over. A few weeks after that night, Duncan was served with paperwork for the divorce. He hated the word; it felt heavy on his tongue.

He didn’t want to make the process miserable for Emma; the least she deserved was to be able to leave him without so much legal jargon in the way, entangling an already large mess.

But lawyers do what they do best.

His attorney ‘friends’ squeezed pretty dime after pretty dime out of Duncan.

“She found out. About us,” Y/N imagined all of the awful things his life must have thought about her. “A couple months ago, really,” Duncan couldn’t stop talking.

“Why are you telling me this? And why are you telling me this now?” her boyfriend’s shower was still running and she was thankful to have the privacy for this conversation.

“She’s really left. I don’t know what to do. I miss her. I miss you,” he looked out at the skyline from his downtown condo; a place that could never feel like a home. A bachelor pad with a sad bachelor. Could a divorce candidate be considered a bachelor?

“I’m sorry,” she didn’t know what else to offer to that, “I did what you said,” she continued after a moment of silence. “I found someone who could give me what I needed. I’m happy, Duncan. I didn’t think I’d ever be happy like I am now after you - and I don’t mean this to rub it in, I just mean,” she searched for the right words, “I know it feels like you’ll never be happy again without that certain person, but there will be time when you will. I know you love her a lot. I can see that now and I could see it then. I’m sorry for the part I played in all this.”

They were both moving on without him. Not that he could blame them; he’d made them both sacrifice parts of themselves so he could be selfish.

“I’m sorry for calling,” Duncan grimaced. “I really hope he treats you well, Y/N.”

“Thank you,” she sighed, “And Duncan,” she chewed on her bottom lip, “Take care, okay?”

“You too.”

--

One year later:

A bead of sweat dripped down her forehead as she huffed, setting the last of the boxes down by the front door. An entire year had passed and Emma had clung on to the final memories of her marriage. Things were different now and as much as she still found herself yearning for what she once had, she knew this was how things needed to be.

“Think we’ve got most of it now,” he came around the corner with a bottle of wine and two glasses in his hand he kept from being put up.

“How are you feeling?” Duncan asked, pouring her a generous amount before handing her the glass.

“Nervous,” she laughed, “scared,” she admitted.

Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth in the way it always was when she had more to say. Duncan couldn’t help but smile until his eyes crinkled; as happy as he was for her, he couldn’t wrap his mind about her leaving.

He wrapped one arm around her shoulder and pulled her close, kissing the top of her head, “You’re gonna do great. I don’t know anyone smarter, more qualified, more perfect for the job,” he encouraged.

“Not just about that,” she admitted. She sat on the floor of her empty living room and Duncan joined her, filling his own glass. “Moving. Being so far - starting over,” she sighed and took a long sip of her wine.

“Dunc,” she shook her head, “We grew up in this house. We loved in this house. Fought and made up,” she laughed.

--

“What’re we doing?” she kissed him as he pushed her into the house, hands fumbling all over each other.

“Don’t think about it,” he groaned against her lips, pressing her against the wall and hiking her up. “Just.. don’t think,”

“Mm, not here,” she sighed, feeling his hand wander up her dress, caressing the inside of her thigh. “The bed.. Our bed..” her voice was shaky as his skilled fingers brushed over her panties. She missed this. Missed him.

With signed divorce papers forgotten, Duncan tossed her on the bed and climbed over her, never letting his lips leave her skin. Savoring every moment she let him have with her. He didn’t know if she’d regret it in the morning. If she would hate him more than she did before, but she was giving him this now and he wanted to take it in. He wanted to memorize her taste as if it would be the last time.

He kissed down the hills of her breasts and hiked her dress past her thighs, dipping his head down to kiss along her inner thighs. “Emma,” he breathed her name like it was his final breath.

Duncan hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, “Up.”

She raised her hips and he slid them off her legs in one quick movement. He wasted no time - he swiped his tongue along her wetness, immediately moaning at the feeling of having her on his tongue.

Two of his fingers plunged into her, slowly pumping in and out of her while his pouty lips wrapped around her clit. Those lips she loved. The same lips that formed into her favorite smile; the ones that kissed her like the most delicate flower in the world; the ones that held his tongue that massaged her just like that.

Like muscle memory taking over her, her fingers laced themselves in strands of honey brown hair - pulling with the way he was making her feel.

“Dunc!” she almost screamed, feeling his dexterous curl and brush against her g-spot.

“Gonna cum,” her legs wrapped around him, her thighs closing around his face.

Duncan didn’t stop. He kept going. Wet open-mouthed kisses on her pussy, letting a trail of saliva and cum drag from his lips. He peeked up to watch her with a wet mouth before licking them clean.

He tried to hold her still as she finished, not letting his lips leave her center. He cleaned up every bit of cum with his tongue before he sponged kisses along her twitching thighs as she came down from the high he’d given her.

Duncan climbed on top of her again, hiding his face in the crook of her neck. There was comfort in the scratchy tickles of his beard on her soft skin.

She held him, softly running her fingers through his hair until she was ready.

While she didn’t plan on thinking that night, there was a part of her that knew this would be the last time they’d ever be like this again. She shook the thought away. For selfish reasons, she didn’t want it to ruin the night.

“Fuck me,” like it’s the last time, she thought.

And he did.

Their teeth clashed together with desperate kisses as he buried himself inside of her. As close as they were - they wanted to be closer.

Duncan’s stomach tightened, feeling himself twitch inside her. Her walls clenched around him, milking his cock for his cum.

“Fuck,” she sighed against his lips. “Feels so good.”

“Missed this… missed you, baby,” he rut his hips against hers. He took her hands and pinned them above her head, staring into her eyes with a dazed out smile.

Duncan didn’t dare think about it the next morning. He wished it’d never come.

But it did… it always did.

-

By the time Duncan woke up from his Emma filled dreams, she was lying awake with nothing but the sheet covering her.

“Uh hey,” Duncan offered, trying to get a feel of the room. Maybe he was still in a blissed out state of mind, but he didn’t feel a sense of regret lingering between them.

“Hi,” she laughed, turning to face him. “About last night…” she tried to read his expressions.

“I missed that. In all honesty, I miss you.” Duncan couldn’t dare to move, afraid if he did he would wake up from a dream. “I don’t think… we need to stop being friends. You’ve always been my best friend.” Which was true. The months leading up to the divorce were miserable - for both of them. “I… don’t think we can continue doing this,” she gestured between their naked bodies. “I don’t want that - I can’t handle going back to how things were, but I miss my friend.”

Duncan would take having her in his life in any capacity she allowed.

Of course, what they had couldn’t be recreated. But they did their best to be good friends to each other. Emma was tired of feeling like a victim of betrayal. She wanted to move on and not feel heavy from that anymore.

Duncan would come over on occasion for dinner or they’d go for a walk. As much as he wanted more, he wouldn’t push her - he couldn’t.

-

And like a good friend, Duncan was helping her pack up her belongings from the house they called their home so she could move hours away from him. The small sliver of time he’d see her was now being taken away, but he couldn’t keep her from going.

“I’m scared of being away from you,” she looked over at those familiar eyes that would always be home to her. “You’ve been the one constant in my life - good or bad - and you’ll be so far,” her eyes started to wet with tears.

Duncan took her hands in his, “I won’t ask you to stay. As much as I want you to stay with every fiber of my being - I can’t ask that of you. What I can ask is this,” he paused and looked into her eyes, “do you want to go?”

“Yes,” she answered, keeping his stare.

He smiled and hoped it met his eyes, “Em, I’ll always be here. Near or far. I’ll always love you. You know that.” And he meant the words in ways she didn’t know.

“I know,” she whispered, “I love you too.” Duncan wanted her to mean it in the way he did, but he knew better.

“Change is good, right?”

“Change is scary - but good,” Duncan tried to affirm her.

As much as everything around them could change, one thing would remain true; Emma was the love of his life. There would always be a part of him that wished he didn’t mess up the best thing that happened to him.

But there was a time he thought she’d never speak to him again and they found themselves back to each other. He wasn’t holding his breath for more to happen, but wishful thinking kept him going.

-

Duncan hoped she wouldn’t ask him to take her to the airport because he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle that goodbye.

Her last few days in town were so busy, Duncan hardly got a chance to see her. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and stared out his view.

Emma was leaving the next morning and he hadn’t had a chance of a real goodbye.

What he didn’t know was that Emma found herself at his apartment door. Her stomach was tied in knots over the anxiety of it all.

Duncan opened the door after a soft knock.

Emma.

“Hi,”

“Hi” as confused as he was, he was also so happy she came.

“I just came to say bye,” she bit her lip in that way Duncan was too familiar with. He waited for her to say more, but she didn’t.

“Do you want to come in?” he moved out of the doorframe to let her in.

“I shouldn’t,” but she took a step forward.

“Tomorrow’s the day,” she sighed, nervously fidgeting with her clothes.

“Getting cold feet?” he joked.

“Didn't have cold feet when I married you, not getting cold feet now,” she laughed, cheeks burning hot.

“I just really came to see you before I left,”

“I’m glad you did. I have something for you. Wait here,” he rushed to his bedroom to get his college sweatshirt she loved. She made him take it when they split up. He’s never worn it since she used to - that was hers and she should have it.

“Dunc,” she smiled, taking the sweatshirt he handed her. “Thank you,” she hugged him.

She hugged him and didn’t let go. He slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, breathing in her familiar scent, and just held her.

“I have to go,” she mumbled against his shoulder without making an effort to move.

“I know,” he squeezed her harder, making her laugh.

They eventually let each other go for their final goodbye.

“Promise you’ll call?”

“Of course,” she promised. She reached up to grab his face, giving him a kiss on his cheek, “Bye, honey,” she said softly in his ear.

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BNHA: Kakashi dimension hops crossover (1)

Summary: Kakashi gets dumbed into the My Hero Academia universe through random plot devise.

Characters:  Kakashi Hatake

Fandoms: My Hero Academia and Naruto

WARNINGS: Mentions of violence/injury

Inspired by Unforeseen Mayhem by Aerugonian 

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Kakashi thinks he might have died. He remembers the flash of steel and Obito’s face or maybe it had been Madara. His memory of the events leading up to the attack are hazy after receiving one too many hits to the head. What he does remember is the slowly spinning, hypnotic red of a Sharingan, and the quick build-up then explosion of chakra.

Then there was excruciating pain in his left eye and…darkness…

…

Kakashi opens his remaining, usable eye to gaze up at tall angled structures that stretch into a grey overcast sky. He can’t feel the left side of his face, his limbs are numb and unresponsive, and there is the damp of blood soaking through his hair. The bone-deep ache of chakra exhaustion is so all-encompassing that he can barely lift his hand let alone stop the bleeding. Around him, there are several people yelling in shock and surprise. Civilians he vaguely notes as he clings to consciousness. There is no sign of Madera, Obito or any of Kakashi’s allies for that matter.

When his vision dims for a second time he thinks that this, this would be his last breath. Alone, severely injured, in a foreign location and with only civilians as help? It was a death sentence.

He is wrong in the end.

…

Kakashi wakes up in a strange hospital bed surrounded by the strangest people he has ever seen. He also wakes up covered in bandages, his more serious injures either treated or in various stages of recovery.

The air is dry with a distinct lack of chakra. It is something he would usually only see in a prison cell made to contain dangerous shinobi in which chakra draining fuinjutsu arrays were applied to the walls and floor. There are no fuinjutsu arrays here. This is not a prison cell. For one, there is a large window. Secondly, there is a constant stream of doctors, nurses and other patients moving in, out and around the building. Finally, the door to the room is not locked. It doesn’t even have a lock.

After memorising the comings and goings of the people working in the strange hospital, he takes some time to scout. Even while injured and drained of chakra, he has enough skill and experience to avoid the workers and other sickly people he shares his room with.

 The world outside his window is one of cement, concrete and brick, with tall imposing structures covered in reflective glass standing higher than any building he has seen before. The closest point of comparison he has are the buildings in the Hidden-Rain and Stone villages but even those are a loose approximation. The hospital is both similar to Konoha’s main hospital, abet a lot bigger and full of strange equipment and technology. The people, despite their lack of chakra, display odd and inconstant abilities, techniques and physical deformities. One of the doctors has a lizard tail and he catches a glimpse of a man with a wooden block for a head. He sees a woman heal a cut with a simple hand wave. Either he is in an unusually elaborate and detailed genjutsu or he is very far away from Kohoha.

Everything is so odd and strange that he is well and truly stumped, leaving him with nothing else to do but quickly return to his hospital room. At least the weird chakra-less people are non-hostiles and willing to provide much needed medical attention. Though he is, as of yet, uncertain about the purpose or motive behind said medical attention seeing as he was a complete unknown to them.

After some consideration, Kakashi decides to wait. He has no idea how he ended up in the place aside from a loose theory that involved his still healing Kamui Sharingan. Additionally, there was no use trying to get back home with stab wounds, his leg broken, his ribs cracked, his shoulder muscles torn and his chakra levels so pathetically low that he’d probably kill himself if he tried.

He takes solace in the fact that his presence, while probably missed to some extent- he likes to think so anyway- wouldn’t impact the outcome of any major conflict. With Naruto’s stubbornness and Sakura’s tenacity, home would be waiting for him, even if he took a bit of time getting there.

…

After a week of information gathering -ie pretending to be unconscious and listening to conversations- Kakashi concludes that the people operating the hospital are relatively harmless. They seem to be under the mistaken impression that Kakashi is a citizen of their village and thus automatically entitled to medical attention. This is despite his lack of identification or history with the place. Such a thing would never happen in Konoha as even civilians were carefully monitored and tracked. Without identification or relatives/friends to vouch for them, a civilian would more likely be thrown out of the village than given what was surely resource-consuming medical treatment. It is lucky for him that there are apparently so many civilians in this village that their shinobi-equivalent forces couldn’t properly keep track of them all. Another point in favour of it not being any sort of hidden-village or any place he was familiar with.

 “Oh, thank goodness!” Says the greying, middle-aged man in a white coat as he approaches Kakashi's bed, “You’re finally awake. How do you feel.”

“Ah…a bit tired,” Kakashi plasters on a confused smile, raising his undamaged hand to rub the back of his head, hunching his shoulders for good measure. The perfect image of a disoriented patient.

 “What happened? Where am I?”

There was only so much he could achieve be pretending to be unconscious and snooping around at night. It was time to get a real feel for residents of this strange place and figure out his next move. This meant integrating into the local culture.  

“No need to worry. You’re in Hosu General Hospital and you’re well on your way to recovery,” A nod and the doctor moves forward to stand beside his bed, “A little drowsiness is a normal side effect of the pain medication we have you on. Now, if I may have your name?”

“Kakashi.” If they hadn’t recognised the Sharingan when they had bandaged it up, then they most likely wouldn’t recognise his name either.

“Well, Kakashi,” The man says with no hint of acknowledgement, “My name is Wada Yasutoki and I’m here to make sure you are recovering properly. Can you tell me if you are feeling any discomfort or pain at the moment?”

“Hmmm…my arm and leg?”

“Would you be able to rate it on a scale of 1 to 10?”

Kakashi thinks for a second and shrugs, “3.” Honestly, he only notices the pain when he’s consciously paying attention.

Another nod and Doctor Wada fusses about, examining the bandages around his shoulder and then his leg, “Well, they seem to be healing as well as any broken limb, maybe even a bit faster. And the stab wound near your chest is almost completely gone.” A thoughtful hum follows the statement. “If not for your left eye I would say you had a healing or regeneration quirk…hmmm…maybe a passive healing factor linked to your quirk…?” Wada looks to him, waiting for confirmation and Kakashi shrugs. From his nightly snooping he knows that ‘quirk’ is the term for the bloodline ability things the people here had.

The Doctor doesn’t press the matter instead asking, “Is there any discomfort in the left side of your face?”

“No.” Kakashi doesn’t want the people here touching his eye any more than necessary. The fact that it is draining charka at its usual sluggish rate was a sign that it was, at least, somewhat functional and that’s good enough for him. He guesses he should be thankful for landing in a place with medicine advanced enough to save it.

“You had us concerned when you didn’t wake after we saw to all your injuries,” The Doctor continues, “Your left eye took quite a bit of damage and we were worried that there might have been some sort of brain injury. If you feel dizzy, lightheaded or confused please, do not hesitate to call a nurse.”

The man shakes his head and sighs, “Now, I understand if you want a bit of space after going through such a traumatic event but if you could provide any details concerning the predicament that ended with you so badly injured it would be a great help to the investigation.”

Kakashi gives a faked confused hum and smiles apologetically, “Sorry Doctor Wada. I'm having trouble remembering much of anything really.”

“Nothing? No details about the potential assailant at all. What they look like? Their quirk?”

“No. Where is Hosu General Hospital by the way?”

His bland expression obviously causes his doctor some concern as he is subjected to a penlight being shone in his uncovered eye.

 “It is located in Hosu City, a ward of Tokyo. Where is the last place you remember being?”

The names mean nothing to him.  Kakashi schools his features into one of complete confusion, “I don’t remember.” 

It’s not even a lie this time. 

After the admission,  Doctor Wada only grows more concerned and Kakashi is subjected to many reassurances that it is completely normal to forget a few things after a brain injury and that he shouldn’t worry himself too much. The level of comforting and reassuring is a bit much if he is being honest. Never before has he longed for the cold frowns of  Konoha’s medic-nin.

“I’ll have to schedule you in for an MRI. If you’re having trouble recalling basic facts alongside your long-term memories, then there might a serious problem.” The older man finally concludes, having run through an extensive list of questions regarding Kakashi’s history all of which he answers with vague half-truths.  Where did he grow up? Somewhere with a lot of trees. Did he have any close relatives? He thinks they might have died when he was little. What does he do for a living? Commission work. Did he have any colleagues? He doesn’t know where they are. So on and so forth.

“It’s a shame your ID and phone were missing when they found you. Stolen by the bastard who put you in this situation no doubt,” the Doctor sighs again, “We might have been able to track down your records. Oh well, we’ll do our best with what we have.”

Kakashi doesn’t speak, pretending to be deep in thought. Mentally, he pats himself on the back for an infiltration gone surprisingly well considering his lack of preparation and the flakiness of the ‘sorry I don’t remember my backstory’ excuse.

“I don’t suppose you remember anything about your quirk,” the doctor asks, “Ocular quirks can have odd effects on brain activity and ability to process information. It might give us a place to start.”

From what he had seen, ‘quirks’ tended to have a specific function but he is still trying to figure out their limits. All he knew for sure was that none of them used chakra.

“It’s called the Sharingan.” He offers to see what the doctor does with the information, “I don’t remember much else about it.”

“Hmmm, ‘copy wheel eye’…it’s a descriptive name at least. Maybe a quirk that deals with memorisation or information recall. I will see if I can find it on the Quirk Registry. Hopefully, that will be enough. ”

Kakashi nods loosely in agreement, filing away the fact that there was a Quirk Registry for later contemplation. 

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