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your pegging fic with bucky was SO FUCKING GOOD. can you please do another one?? like im literally so into it i was drooling the whole time

as for plot, just making him cry again LOL and overall just having him be a mess because

we love that for him.

thank you thank you thank you!

Bro I am so sorry I have no clue how this escalated. You have another free Bucky railing fic that doesn’t include my brain going wild. But he do be crying and a complete mess. Thanks for asking and I hope you are at the LEAST entertained!

Goes along with Praise Kink

Shadowplay - Joy Division

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 3,882

Tags: TW‼️WHUMP, DEAD DOVE, UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS, OFF SCREEN SUI‼️, Everyone is crazy, the reader is having a Hydra Life Crisis, Lots of ass play, pegging(m!receiving), fem dom, reader is ace spectrum, Bucky is a crybaby overstimulated touchstarved Angel, praise kink, slight dacry, angst ANGST ANGSTTTTT, switching pov’s like me in bed, they do a little Russian it’s called they do a little Russian, Hydra!Reader

A/N: idk man I’m just a vessel, also just liked the idea of there being a lead up to Buckbuck being like I Cannot Compute Anymore You Assholes then his boyfriend Steve saves the day💞 HC: Pierce likes Bucky be in emotional pain so sends him to her thinking he’ll kill the reader. Translations under cut

Russian translations: Милый (dear), блять (bitch/whore), глупая девчонка (foolish girl), Малыш (baby/bb boy), Умница (good boy), да (yes), хуй (cock), Трахни меня (fuck me), командир (commander), Спасибо (thanks/ty), зимний солдат (winter soldier)

To the center of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you.

To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you

The asset knew he had to report to his Komandir. That’s what happened every mission. They tried to tell the asset that Rumlow was his handler now. Rumlow was not his handler. Komandir was. But she had been gone for some time and he needed her back. The strike team leader was reckless and too bloodthirsty, not calculating enough. The asset could not say that out loud.

He trudged through dark alleys and poorly lit streets, rain pelting down on his leather tactical gear.

Nice Komandir. She was nice. The asset had unregulated emotions for her. He needed maintenance badly. First, the asset must give the mission report to her. The fake handler would be monitoring for the asset now, with their dogs and strike team.

Strike team would not find the asset. He will return himself after reporting to Komandir. The asset got intel on her whereabouts. She was relocated in New York under a new alias. The asset could almost smell her, see her, if he focused enough.

His boots slapped through a puddle before launching up a fire escape. The rain poured down harder— threatening to fill up the alley like an ocean. The asset would swim until his lungs gave out. The Director couldn’t take her away, putting her in an swarm of people or in the deepest cave. Because the asset would find her. She had to be locked up. She would never leave the asset.

They took her— he’d decided earlier after reporting to the pretender. The asset’s morale was sinking fast under Rumlow. That’s when the Director informed the asset on his Komandir. The Director had waved a hand dismissively, “Go find her then, do what you must and come back.” He didn’t understand but went out anyways.

I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you.

In a room with a window in the corner, I found truth.

Soldat climbed higher and higher until he was outside her window. He’d memorized it over and over and over and over. The asset grappled onto the thin balcony with a jump, using the moment to swing himself onto the platform. His covered eyes gathered the limited surroundings. A couple of flowerpots, an ashtray on the windowsill, and her familiar face gaping in the window.

The asset wanted to weep, kneel, receive her perfect touch. The asset only got stabs, bloody thrusts, and punches between his bloodshot eyes. Then wiped and put on ice. Although he hadn’t been put on ice much since transitioning to the United States. They had lots of people to get rid of before that. So the Director wiped him more often.

The window opened and her familiar rasp rang out in the rainy night, “Sweet soldier. You must be cold. Come in.” The asset nodded dumbly, shoving himself precariously through the window, contorting his broad shoulders and thighs to get through. Inside was a silent, thinly furnished room.

Cigarette stubbed beside the couch, the television playing something. His blues caught on a blanket and book, her handgun laid on top. Air blew the curtains softly from the window in the corner. The asset whimpered, “Where did you go Komandir?,” he fell to padded knees, “I cannot comply when Rumlow doesn’t have clearance for mission report.”

She cooed and stood tall as always, only clad in a thin gown. Komandir’s lips turned down at the mention of Rumlow. Her hands brushed his cheeks. Off came the goggles, then the mask. The asset’s wide blue eyes followed her obediently. One of her calloused thumbs strummed against his stubbled jaw. She said, “Sweetheart, I’m not officially your handler, not your Komandir anymore.”

He nuzzled into her hand, lips already wobbling. Why would they replace the best Komandir? She learned from Vasily Karpov, Vasily from…from. He couldn’t remember— there had been so many. One that smelled of aftershave and two older men with glasses that made him feel very cold.

She sighed, “They said I wasn’t worth their time sweet boy. I had to go.” The asset believed her, Komandir always told the truth. She knelt down and smiled, tears welling in her eyes. “You’re a star, precious, you shine so bright that not everyone can keep up with it.”

He replied, a ghostly whisper if anything, “The left me to Agent Rumlow. You couldn’t stay under him?”

Fear laced her stern features for the first time. The asset grew uneasy. His programming was screaming, “Maintenance! MAINTENANCE!” Her heart rate spiked rapidly while the agent fumbled for words. He gripped her wrist to bark, “You defected then! You defected like a coward and left me,” a sob tore his throat, “with them!”

His silver hand wrenched Komandir‘s other wrist towards him, her grunting in pain. Her breasts heaved as she panted. The asset glared her down, so many emotions swirling he felt he may explode. She lied to him. Why would she lie to him? Her star.

“Soldat. Status Report please,” she quavered.

Soldat’s tight shoulders relaxed minutely as he listed off, “Physical functions one-hundred percent. Maintenance required as soon as possible. Confusion, dangerously elevated norepinephrine, panic, traumatic response, and- and-,” he bit his tongue to stare. Komandir’s face was wrought with grief.

She murmured, climbing into the asset’s lap, “I need you to slow down comrade. It’s just you and me right now,” she pet his long locks to elicit that chest deep purr, “Can I tell you what happened while I get you clean sweet boy?”

The asset’s lids dropped at her soft body, familiar scent, and wise words. His plump lips trembled while whining, “P-please. I-I’m becoming…defective.”

“I know,” she soothed, “I know.”

In the shadowplay, acting out your own death, knowing no more.

As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor.

As the former agent pet her broken star her chest constricted with emotions. Pierce knew. The bond between asset and handler had grown entirely too close. He’d spat at her, “That thing is a weapon, not a puppy for you to coddle.” She wanted to tell the Director that a person could only go so long under this treatment before snapping completely. Render them useless to the plan. Whatever that may be.

Surprisingly Pierce had demoted her down to the lowest strike team squadron and elevated the prick Rumlow to be the next handler. The Director’s shiny teeth looked like fangs as he spoke, “I’ll keep you around because of your…skills. Any infractions you’re dead.”

So the former Komandir was a grunt again, under Strike Team Omega. They mainly went around sabotaging small terrorist cells. Soldat whined under her hand again, the woman tilting his wide eyes up. She frowned. Poor baby looked so broken, so lost. He had no clue he was going to leave here without his Komandir.

“Take off your gear, precious,” she ordered.

The Russian divested soldat of his guns and knives, laying them out on a neat line. She asked, “How much are they putting you on ice sweet boy?” His blues grew disoriented as he thought. Mechanical as ever, Soldat’s hands divested his leather top.

“Not much. More wipes. Something is coming.”

Something was coming. Maybe not now but in a couple of years. Pierce had something big. There was a reason scientists were holed up in one the hangars, crews building day and night. So they were over-using the soldier to make sure nothing crept out.

She thumbed the seam of scars along the asset’s prosthetic, the other’s hands jolting at the sensation. His pretty lips opened to whimper. Komandir unbuckled his belt and hummed, “They demoted me. I was with a lower strike team. I couldn’t take it anymore. W-without you I cannot provide anything useful for the greater cause.”

The woman remembered her last point. They were in Zagreb celebrating after a arms dealing commune was torn to shreds. Instead of going home, the team helped themselves to the women in trafficking. Assassins, warriors— dancing fools with these broken women. The former handler left and didn’t look back. She knew nothing. Hydra had a purpose once. It grew rancid just like everything else.

And with cold steel, odor on their bodies made a move to connect.

But I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left.

Alone in the world again. The Komandir wandered and wandered. Somehow always getting roped back into the underbelly of civilization. She told the silent asset about it. He seemed just as lost contemplating free will.

“I joined a couple of syndicates, former KGB, some widows. I moved around the states and just found no one had a goal. I just try to get by now, my sweet. It’s not pretty out there.”

She wiped her nose, “And to think I’d always dreamed of having you to myself forever. Sick. Selfish.”

I did everything, everything I wanted to.

I let them use you for their own ends.

Tears welled in Komandir’s eyes. She pulled his huge frame close and cried into greasy hair. “I should have got you back, kept you safe, get Hydra back to stage one,” her voice cracked, “I don’t know. I just ran and left them to break you down even more. I-I-I-I’m so sorry Милый, I’m so sorry.”

The Russian knew how this would end. She would die and be a remnant of something unattainable. Perfect was unattainable. Soldat was the closest she would witness and that’s enough. She stroked his wide back with gentle circles, sobs dying.

Soldat’s voice was a dull rasp in the pitch room.

“What would you have me do, Komandir?”

He looked so hopeful. Rage filled her heart, cracking and blistering from exposure. Run with me, start anew, kill that блять Pierce. The woman sat back and put on a smile. She purred, “I would have you relax and let me take care of you, sweetness.”

The asset nodded, unlacing his boots, plates in his arm clacking and humming. The woman thumbed his delicate nose, the thin skin under a once bright blue eye. She whispered, “Such a pretty soldat, perfect soldat.” Silent tears slid down her face. Vasily was probably in a hideout shaking his head. глупая девчонка.

She said, “I’m going to get the bath running, just lay your clothes out and join me,” she shushed his panicked noise, “Just around the corner Малыш.” She padded through the small apartment, ignoring the state of it. Soldat likely cared.

The former agent ran it scalding hot, throwing some lavender in there. She readied a towel and fluffed it. The bath tub was small, but she wanted to pamper her perfect star anyways. She worried her lip, he seemed to be cracking, bad. Too much time off ice and repeated wipes have not been studied. Komandir had never heard him speak so much, all that raw emotion.

Soldat’s hulking frame shadowed the doorway. Knelt down the Komandir beckoned him over. He gracefully clambered into the tub, sitting down with a grimace.

“Too hot?”

“No. I like it hot,” he murmured.

Her eyes roved the beauty of his body, stopping on heated cheeks, full lips, bulky chest, and that beautiful cock. It laid on his belly, a deep red and leaking. His balls were tight but she could see the stress, the heaviness of it. Supersoldiers needed to cum much more than the average man.

The woman grabbed a cup and dunked it to fill it up. Her other hand cupped his knee, thumbing the soft inside. Soldat whimpered again, dark lashes fluttering. She poured the water over his oily dark hair, doing it again until it was soaked.

“Lean up baby.”

She poured some cheap shampoo into her palm, lathering it up. The asset groaned deep in his chest at the contact— nails scritch-scratching away the oils and dirt. He stated, “I’m not supposed to remember you.” His watchful orbs looked up.

“You’re not supposed to remember that you’re not supposed to remember, Умница.”

He bit down on his lip and warbled, “I’m s-scared Komandir. I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

You’re falling apart.

“Shh, baby, in the moment now, in the moment.”

He stilled but Soldat’s eyes had that ingrained wide-eyed fear. She washed the suds out and combed through the tangles, earning some pretty sighs. The Komandir found herself lecturing, “What the Americans do not get…you have to make sure your weap- agents are clean and cared for.”

She hissed while scrubbing his wide shoulders and neck, littered with yellowed bruises, “They don’t take care of their prized fist, that’s why poor soldat is feeling down.” He nodded along, shoulders relaxing minutely. Komandir washed down his arms, digging out the blood encrusted into the plates.

She did the rest methodically: Wash the feet, move down to the toes, calves, thighs. Stop. Soldat was mewling and squirming, face trained on her. His lips wobbled, brow furrowed in agony. The asset whined, “Komandir, please, need your touch, help me.” She ran a hand slowly down his trembling belly, palming the swollen cock.

“Soon, Малыш,” she promised.

His bitten lips pouted, but her good boy always listened. She stated, “I was blind that Hydra would keep the original goal alive. I felt more confident leaving knowing that. But I was wrong, sweet baby. You’re the key and they don’t know it.”

Komandir pulled out a straight razor and shaving cream. She shaved his stubble while continuing, “You will be the one to change Hydra. Burn it into the ground or rise above the sham it’s become. That’s your reality, and the time will come. You must not fail now dear soldat.”

He steeled himself, relaxing under orders, vague as they are. She knew Soldat knew he had to wait for the perfect moment. The brunette thanked her in the softest voice when she wiped off his newly cleaned cheeks. The woman cooed, “Never seen a prettier baby. Turn over so I can get everything.”

By the time she’d cleaned and prepped the soldier out he was a mess. He’d come once already, scrabbling at the tile and wailing in ecstasy. Poor thing wasn’t done. Now dry, her perfect soldier rutted against her soft, soft thigh. His pink lips were sealed around her nipple, whining and suckling.

She pulled at his long locks and said, “As a gift,“ she tapped his cleft chin, “Do you want your Komandir to fuck your sweet hole?” The Russian wouldn’t mention it was a final gift. He babbled in multiple languages but the message was clear— fuck me. She smiled down at his teary cheeks and cooed, “Eager baby. I’ll show you what it’s like to be fucked. Not like those jackasses.”

“Mmmh-pleaseee,” the brunette wantonly begged. He rutted against the bedding while the Komandir moved to a chest in the room. The asset drooled, spreading his thick thighs to draaag his achy cock against the too-soft material— eliciting an annoyed whine.

“Almost there my star,” she laughed. There were some noises of clipping and leather. To their ears it sounded like a gun belt or harness of sorts.

She clicked the heavy black silicone into place. There was no other side to stimulate the woman. Same as it always was, it was her precious boy’s pleasure to take, not her own.

Ambling over to the bedside she asked, “Front or back sweetheart?”

“Front, front, front!,” he babbled.

“Okay. When you see me and change your mind just say so baby.”

He made a confused gesture but flipped onto his back, exposing that pretty pink cock again. Drool actively collected on his plump lips at the sight of Komandir’s strap. He obviously had never seen anything like it. Scarred hands gave it a slow stroke, fingers barely able to meet around the girth.

“Well?”

The asset whined her name thinly, begging for her to take him. She climbed upon the bed one knee at a time, hand on the cock, eyes heady and glued on the trembling soldier. She purred, “Are you sure you want it? Reaaaally think baby boy, there’s freedom of choice under all that mess.”

She tried to play it across seductively but the true meaning was laid bare. Soldat’s eyes flicked about the heavy silicone, throat bobbing in anticipation. He began to speak, faltered, frustrated tears welling up. Finally with his head down the soldier croaked, “Please, want you, please.”

“I’ve got you.”

To the center of the city in the night, waiting for you.

She stripped off the gown and tossed it to the dingy carpet. The woman crawled between his legs and kissed a path up to his waiting mouth, puckered tightly. He was vibrating with need, huge arms circling around Komandir’s slim waist. He closed the gap, licking into her open lips.

The woman seized Soldat’s throat with a loose grip, just to stabilize the inevitable freefall. The brunette’s lips were insistent, demanding— like he was trying to take her soul. She moaned lowly, twisting around his probing tongue easily, lips wetly smacking. She nipped his lip playfully, squeezing his veined throat.

The soldier cried out, teeth gnashing against hers as he kissed and kissed and sucked. The soft skin of Komandir’s belly rubbed against Soldat’s achy need, sending pin pricks of pleasure to overstimulated nerves. When she suckled on his tongue, the titanium arm shifted with a shrill whine.

She pulled back breathless, patting the hand once round Soldat’s throat on his sweaty chest. He mewled in frustration, rutting his cock into the air, no release on the horizon. The Russian cooed, “More kisses soon needy boy. You want my cock in you, да?”

Soldat nodded, tears dripping like a leaky faucet down his red red cheeks. The assassin spread his legs wide open, tucking heels against the meat of his ass. Komandir crooned, “Look at you, precious thing, all open and ready for my хуй.”

“Трахни меня! Fuck me!,” he sobbed.

She shushed him with a slight slap to a muscular thigh, wrapping them up around her hips afterward. A once-manicured hand guided the fake cock to the asset’s pink hole, glistening and ready with slick. He babbled, “Oh please- need it, командир, please!”

Without a pause she jabbed the entire length into his eager ass, pretty soldat crying in relief, ripping his big hands through the shitty sheets. She thrust into him deeper, before pulling out with a lurid squelch, then diving back in twice as hard.

The Komandir poured all over her anger, heartache, stupid stupid love, agony into the brutal fucking. The asset’s brown locks bounced around as he drooled and moaned like a slip of a thing getting her pussy split in half. He was in paradise. The woman grunted, smoothing her palms up his ridged torso, “Singing so sweetly baby, you feeling good star?”

“Y-yes,” he choked on his spit, “Gonna cum!”

She cocked her head in surprise, not missing a beat, “So soon, after I milked you out in the tub too? Greedy babe.” More tears leaked at the humiliation, the asset pulling her on top of his writhing body. He nuzzled into her sweaty hair, panting, “Mmmfuck, more, always more, never enough from you Komandir.”

Finding her own eyes growing wet the woman fucked him harder, shaking hand rolling his still swollen balls around. The asset mewled in her hair, getting it sticky with spit. His back was tightly arched as he clung to her. Behavior one wouldn’t see out of a six foot, two-hundred something pound killing machine.

He whimpered, “M’cumming, cumming for you, fuck!”

She seized his newly shaved chin and pressed damp foreheads together. The Russian breathed, “C’mon then, paint me up my precious. Good boys like you get to cum all they want.” He fell apart beautifully, all violent twitches of big muscles and the bloody biting of lips. Cum plastered her belly and even tits. The asset cried for his Komandir, trembling as she licked his tears up.

A feeling of time slipping struck the woman in the chest. In a fervent frenzy she coaxed him onto his belly, the soldier still dazed from the earlier release. The woman propped his ass up, praising the greatest creation of Hydra through her tears.

Die between his beautiful thighs.

She slid back into his sore hole, thumbing around the rim as she watched the stretch. Soldat snuffled, “Спасибо, Спасибо, Спасибо.” The brunette rutted back onto her brutal thrusts, bracing himself on his arms. Constant noises dried his mouth out but everything felt so good. His Komandir, back again to take care of the asset.

The Komandir was drilling his sweet spot dead-on now, moaning softly in delight. She pulled at her precious baby’s engorged cock and cooed in his ear, “Taking me so well, that’s my boy. I love you. You’re going to do big things,” he sobbed and spread out sluttily, “Bigger than me, Rumlow, Director, the whole lot of them.”

The asset was mewling and babbling, nose runny from how overwhelmed his body was. Everything felt like it was getting fucked on his touchstarved body. The cum getting forced out of his balls was spreading all over Komandir’s bed. But he was listening to her words, trying to, hard when he was about to explode.

“Promise me зимний солдат,” she whispered, “Promise me that when the chance comes you take it, okay sweetling? Do it for your Komandir who loves her star very much.” The woman couldn’t hide the crack in her voice at the end. Those gorgeous blues gazed at her like she was good, whole, someone who hung the moon and stars.

“глупая девчонка”, Vasily would say.

The woman kissed his blubbering lips to stop herself from crumpling. He panted, “I promise, I promise Komandir. I will cuh-comply.” He was puffing out weak cries now, twisting underneath her clumsy strokes. She swiped her thumb over the red hot tip of the asset’s cock and watched him spill for a third time, crumpling with a cracking wail. Only a bit spurted out this time.

The Komandir pressed her lips to the center of his spine, chest heaving. She sounded like a broken machine at this point. “Promise me, promise me precious star.” He wept, “I promise, I do, I love you, always follow my Komandir.”

The once prideful woman knew that was the last words her boy should utter. She eased out of his overtaxed hole, shushing him and holding on to that sweet little mewl for dear life. She took off the harness, aware of the soldier waiting. The woman would cuddle up for now, letting the soldier gather her up in his warm embrace. She snuggled tight, imprinting this moment into her soul.

His breath petered out into slow puff, mumbling ‘love you’ sleepily. The Komandir slid from his embrace, padding to the kitchen. Her heart was eerily calm. She knew this had to occur for the greatest creation of Hydra to rise above. His pain would fuel the fire of the future.

She scrawled out a letter, sweet as could be, apologizing for everything. The woman knew she deserved death. She wouldn’t make him do it. Ripping off the Hydra insignia necklace she kept on her neck was placed on the letter.

The woman moved the the couch and grabbed the gun. Shift, click, pray for me soldat, pull.

To the center of the city in the night, waiting for you.

#READ THE TW AND TAGS #answered asks #bucky is touch starved #ws bucky gets his ass rammed #winter soldier x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #hydra trash party #hydra reader #angsty angst angst #songfic

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slim-jims-in-this-shit-hole · 1 year

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🌶 SPICY GALLAVICH COLLAB 2022 🌶

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betagrove · 3 months

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I think it's funny how close Kingdom Hearts keeps getting to having interesting things to say about gender politics with its character plots but it always renders itself moot bc it thinks the gender roles in question are awesome & real & true actually. Readmore for ppl who dgaf about kingdom heart

KH1 & CoM are both really refreshing takedowns of Sora & Riku(& Repliku)'s toxic masculinity and possessiveness / rivalry over Kairi. KH1 casts Riku as in the wrong for trying at all costs to be Kairi's savior and "beat" Sora for her affection, and admonishes him for selfishness and ego, but then CoM turns around and puts a mirror in front of Sora to go "Hey, asshole, that could so easily be you too." It shows that even if Sora doesn't directly want control over women the way Riku did over Kairi or Ansem wanted over the Princesses of Heart, his attitude towards Kairi / Naminé still strips them of their personhood.

Naminé herself has a great arc in CoM of seeking a form of existence through recognition & affection via Sora / Repliku, but coming herself to the conclusion that this charade is harmful to all of them, and reluctantly letting go of them both, now relying only on herself. She then goes on to lend perspective to Xion, Riku, and Roxas when they needed it most, and becomes kind of a symbol of emotional maturity & doing the right thing even when it's hard (through Reverse/Rebirth, Days, KH2, and Coded she is a major player setting up dominoes behind the scenes for every victory we win up through KH3)

This is of course downplayed by the rest of the series refusing to allow Kairi to do anything but be a damsel in distress (even when she gets a keyblade in KH2 she isn't allowed to use it ??), and minimizing the importance of Naminé's contributions to the plot, then refusing to give her any sort of catharsis like Roxas got (they even revert her arc of self-determination by giving her Riku (guy who was like vaguely coworkers with her under Ansem TW and I guess refused to kill her one time) to provide the masculine hero figure she harmed herself trying to chase in CoM)

Then Terra's reprisal of the connection between toxic masculinity & darkness in BBS is pretty interesting too. He's actually not a particularly egotistical, selfish, or violent guy in the beginning. When he loses mastery to Aqua at the trial, he's understandably crestfallen, but instead of lashing out, he seeks guidance. Unfortunately Xehanort, a male figure of authority, gets under his skin and espouses to him that anger and violence are integral to who he is as a man & individual. Even then, Terra is opposed to this idea, ashamed that he succumbed to urges of anger against Braig in Radiant Garden, but Xehanort continues to isolate him from his family & convince him that they are unable to understand him. He's told / shown over and over that the only way to protect those he loves is through domination & power, and it culminates in his fight against Eraqus (who is similarly short-sighted here) where you unlock the Dark Impulse command style and strike him down. The death of his master drives his anger even further, turning it back on Xehanort, playing into the long-con and getting him bodysnatched. He ultimately fails to save anyone through imposing his power over others.

Aqua has a similar but contrasting arc of being isolated from her family, but in her case she's just getting wildly parentified / diagnosed with Oldest Sister Disorder. She's also taught that Terra's darkness is inherent to who he is, and that it's her responsibility to handle all the emotional burdens singlehandedly without any system of support. She's lead to feel that anything bad that happens / Terra & Ven's decisions she disagrees with are due to her failure as a leader, leaving her unable to see the real external factors causing these events. After getting some clue of what's really going on, she is able to put Terra & Ven in the safest possible positions in the aftermath of the story climax, but only by continuing to sacrifice herself, dropping into the Realm of Darkness, still feeling like their fates are her fault. 0.2 gives us some fun stuff of her dealing with her low self-esteem & guilt, and she ultimately plays another important role in sealing the Door to Darkness in KH1 by saving Mickey and Riku.

Then in KH3 Aqua gets turned Nortmode by a random darkness attack (not any of the legit trauma she had or being in literal hell for 10 years?), saved by Sora without any hand in her own liberation, then continues on to job against Vanitas so she can be saved by her little brother, then get paid dust the rest of the game. Meanwhile Terra gets to do a bunch of cool shit & then Eraqus shows up at the end to be like "Terra you're the man of the house now and in charge" as if the whole point of BBS wasn't that the most important thing was communication & understanding between these 3 instead of offloading responsibility / leadership onto either Terra or Aqua. Sigh

#xion is very much this too lol though i think its not as bad ?

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pegakitty · 6 months

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you want xehanort lore? here is my best attempt based on what i know. i havent beaten the game where time travel got involved so this is uh. before things got too bad

so xehanort was a keyblade master who was training this kid ventus. then one day he felt a bit silly and wanted to restart a war for science so he stabbed a child to split his heart into two halves (ventus, pure light, and vanitas, pure dark) and then gave ventus (actively dying because of having his heart you know. ripped in half) to his old pal eraqus to deal with and kept vanitas. his GOAL was that vanitas and ventus would eventually fight and somehow form this old weapon called the x-blade (not to be confused with the keyblade despite being pronounced the same) because something something it forms when equal light and dark powers clash i think? idk. anyways i literally have no clue what happened at the end of bbs because i wasnt paying attention but iirc that plan only semi worked and ventus ended up in a fucking coma for 10 years. in the meantime i think xehanort was uh. i feel like his goal was immortality but i could be mixing him up with william afton. anyways he norted a boy. that boy was terra. basically he just possessed him. so theres terranort now. then aqua i think beat him up then dropped him off in radiant garden before going to the void

terranort then took a quick detour to get a phd in unethical science with notoriously totally definitely not the worst character ever ansem the wise. he learned about how to release peoples hearts and then uh. idr how this happened exactly BUT HE DID IT TO HIMSELF AND MAYBE CONVINCED ANSEM TW's OTHER APPRENTICES TO DO IT TOO????? anyways so oops! he now has split himself in half. not the same way he split ventus in half though he split himself in half in like a normal way, aka into a heartless and a nobody

tldr explanation for heartless and nobodies, heartless are peoples hearts that have succumbed to darkness and nobodies are the body they leave behind. if you have a strong will, your nobody is basically just a kinda funky copy of yourself without a heart. also if you choose to succumb to darkness instead of being overtaken by it, then you remain sentient as a heartless <-(this is also why sora was a very polite heartless, since he released his own heart). xehanort filled both of those conditions, so his heartless was ansem seeker of darkness and his nobody was xemnas. neither of them are ansem in any way shape or form and i genuinely cannot remember if there was a reason for him naming himself after ansem besides spite.

anyways. xemnas goes on to form a cult of nobodies with the other 5 apprentices that lost their hearts and a handful of other people he found. meanwhile, ansem sod is hanging out on the island sora and riku live on and is being weird to children. riku is feeling a bit silly and also jealous that his crush doesnt need him and so he accidentally destroys his home and starts hanging out with the demons. ansem sod decides that it would be really funny to possess this kid and so he tells riku that the darkness holds the secrets to free robux if he just succumbs to it. unfortunately no free robux awaits riku and ansem sod norts his second boy. its fine though, sora got exorcised him and then killed him with the power of friendship.

meanwhile, xemnas' cult is thriving. until it isnt. sora killed like half their members then tripped and fell so hard that he got amnesia and now hes in a coma while namine tries to fix him. theyve recruited soras nobody, this weird quiet kid named roxas, to go kill a bunch of heartless with the goal of completing kingdom hearts. what is kingdom hearts? great question im not sure. its like this big heart moon / the heart of all worlds? idk its where hearts go when theyre not heartless. xemnas tells his cult that completing kingdom hearts will give them all back their hearts and so they all are going along with it because they want their hearts back. except roxas who doesnt really care about this whole humanity thing but hes being bribed to stay with ice cream. but soon not even ice cream is enough to get him to stay. roxas decides to go out and find himself (literally!) and then immediately gets kidnapped by riku who is sad that his boyfriend is in a coma and snatched roxas to bring back to ansemtw so they could wake sora up. roxas then dies tragically. goodbye roxas!

sora then goes on to kill pretty much the rest of their members (except for axel who kills himself) and then tells xemnas to go die and then he and riku kill him with the power of... friendship........ totally just friendship

and then i stopped paying attention! hope this helps :>>

holy fucking shit, you really went above and beyond for this and I really must thank you more than just typing "thank you" here. THIS IS SO CRAZY!!! I'm fucking cackling over the robux bit too, that was brilliantly placed. I know NOTHING of kingdom hearts, but now I know...this guy! kinda! Again thank you, holy shit, I hope you have a wonderful rest of the day!

#asks #seriously this is insaaaane

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riniackerman · 3 years

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the moment I read die for you by the weeknd...same fine taste 👌🏻 congrats on your 1k! 🎉 I hope I can celebrate w you ❤️

♡ character: kuroo ♡ dangerous woman by ariana grande or belong to you by sabrina claudio ♡ nsfw content w size kink, overstim, praise kink

my n!sfw blog in case you need is @tetsvrei it's not up yet 🤭 thanks in advance and congrats again! mwah 💋

BELONG TO YOU - # KUROO TETSURO

❛ gentle love but touch passionately ❜

╰ when kuroo got back from his work, little did he know a surprise was waiting for him

a/n: aweee bb tqsm ure so sweet ahsdjhagd! and yes erwin + die for you is just… it matches up too well 😤 ok but the lyrics got me brainwashed- 🧎‍♀️ also kuroo in his suit got my pussy throbbing like fuck

pairing: timeskip!kuroo testuro x fem!reader

genre: nsfw

tws: +18 mdni, size kink, overstimulation, praise kink, pet calling (kitten), masturbation caught, thigh riding

w/c: 1.7k

"you dont have to be so gentle with me. you can hurt me if you'd like. after all, my body belong to you.

“kitten i’m home!” kuroo exclaims, excited to see you after a hard day at work. but instead of seeing you at the door, he notices that all lights in the house were off.

“kitten? are you there?” as he was strolling to the living room, kuroo’s legs stopped when he passed the bedroom. loud moans were coming from the room, along with little whines and whimpers which made kuroo’s heart shrunk in disbelief, thinking you were up to something totally unacceptable.

his shoulders were tensed as he opened the bedroom door, little sweats forming around his palm, scared to see what was happening. a loud sigh slipped out from his room when he walked in the room, only to see his girlfriend pleasuring herself while moaning his name.

“hah- tetsu…” you had no clue that kuroo walked in on you as your eyes were shut, fingers working on your dripping cunt, you bit your bottom lips thinking about kuroo’s broad shoulder and his hot thighs.

“kitten what are you doing?” kuroo sighs, seeing you in his old nekoma volleyball uniform, exposing your collarbone, and almost sliding off from your shoulder.

“te-tetsu!” you gasp, quickly grabbing the pillow beside you to cover your half-naked body. kuroo sighs once more, putting his bags down along with his grey suit jacket. “kitten what did i say about this?”

as much as kuroo loved and adored you, it always made him feel pity every time he caught you pleasuring yourself. he would think that he wasn’t enough for you, but you were simply being needy and couldn’t wait for his return.

“y-you were at work, and- and so i...” you stumble as your hand slid out from your lingerie. trying to make this situation up for kuroo. you sure knew how he was feeling right now and you had no excuse.

but instead of discerning him in the gloom, you jolted when your eyes met his half-lidded ones, sending shivers down your spine at his hazel eyes.

“i didn’t tell you could stop, did i?” he says, unbuttoning the first three buttons of his white shirt. although the room was dark, yet you could still see his narrow eyes glued to your body

“huh?” you tilt your head, still trying to catch up with what just happened. “come on kitten, fuck yourself for me yeah? i had a bad day today” kuroo grins as he neatly folds his tie.

“don’t want to repeat myself kitten, take off your clothes.” he demands, this time his voice was more dominant and deep. you didn’t complain, this is what you wanted after all. you slowly removed the pillow to the side and turned back, taking his shirt off.

kuroo groans when he glimpsed how pretty your back resembled. he definitely could feel his cock getting hard each second. “turn around” he speaks, rubbing his clothed cock with his palm.

“good kitty” kuroo compliments as you strip down fully naked. “y-you should do it too” you shyly whisper. kuroo leans over on the edge of his large desk and smirks with arms folded, “do what? i don’t understand kitten, show me first”

you bite your lips at his words. slowly leaning down on the sheet as you opened your legs, exposing how wet you were for him. kuroo’s eyes glistered at how easily your fingers slipped in your cunt.

“tetsu…!” you moan his name, adding another finger into your tight cunt as you pushed your head back to the wall, toes curling at the sensation. but it wasn’t enough, your fingers were too short and small to reach your sweet spot.

“does my kitten need a hand?” kuroo says, rolling up his sleeves as he sits down on his office chair. “pl-please teteu- use me, i want you to touch me. please?” you plead, needing his long-slender fingers inside you.

smirks appeared on his lips at how desperate you were for him. “well then, come here kitten” he lightly taps on his thighs as you slowly made your way to him and straddled around his thighs. his volleyball years didn’t disappoint him as you rubbed your sensitive clit on his toned thighs. kuroo ties your hair in a ponytail while humming as you grind yourself faster on him.

“tetsu- feel so good” you pant into his shoulder, your hand dripping on his broad shoulder as your hips rolled faster. he wraps his large hand around your face, pulling into his lips for a deep kiss. kuroo smiles at the little string of saliva that continued to connect your lips when he pulled away.

“you look so perfect” he whispers in your ear, his hands enveloped around your waist as you whine into his neck. “kitten you ruined my suit” he rustles as you look down to see a dark gray damp spot on his thighs.

a small whimper of sorry left your lips before you placed kuroo’s hand around your neck and look into his hazel eyes innocently. “please ruin me, i want to be used as your little kitty” kuroo takes a deep breath and grins at your drooling face. “if that’s what you want kitten” he replies, proceeding to tighten his grip over your neck.

“you don’t have to be so gentle with me tetsu- you can hurt me if you’d like. after all, my body belongs to you- i’m your good kitty” you mewl, still rolling your cunt on his thighs.

“fuck kitten- say that again?” he pants, feeling how good you feel around his grip.

“my body belongs to you” you whine, your head falling over on kuroo’s shoulder as you feel close to your end.

“kitten everything about you belongs to me” he pulls you away from his shoulder, gently holding your chin as he teases your lips with his thumb.

“then fuck me, please?”

kuroo then picks you up, having your legs around his torso as he brings you to the bed, gently placing you on the sheet, kuroo left soft kisses on your neck. he gently caressed your body with his massive hand, cupping your breast, kneading them while his other hand worked on your plump ass.

kuroo nuzzles into your inner thighs and plants soft kisses as you brush your hand through his raven hair. he tugs on your thigh, kissing higher and closer to your damp naked cunt. he groans at your glistering cunt under the moonlight, growing impatient with each second as shoved his face into your cunt and grinding against it.

“tetsu! ngh-” your jaw drops at his sudden deed, his nails dug into your thighs as his tongue swirled around your overstimulated clit. “fuck you’re so wet kitten” he whispers at your cunt. “please tetsu- need you inside me” you wail, gripping a little harder onto his hair.

kuroo unzips his pants on his knees as you see his hard cock popping out from his boxers. kuroo chuckles at how your lips parted. “i won’t hurt you kitten” he says, making you flushed as you avoided his eyes.

he throws his clothes on the floor as every part of his muscle flexed. he tugs his hand behind your small head, leaning his body against yours. moans left both of the lips when his tip touched your clit. “it’s so big tetsu” you shyly say and mewl when kuroo slapped and rubbed against your cunt lips with his hard veiny dick, making you even wetter.

kuroo watches your tight cunt getting stretched out by his fat dick and opening for him. you arched your hips. he scoffs at how desperate you were for his dick. “shhhh take it slow yeah? wanna feel you more” he says as he caresses your cheek, glancing down at his crotch to see your cunt taking all his cock.

“so deep tetsu!” you mewl as his cock stretched your inside. kuroo groans at how good you were taking him in. “kitten you feel s-so good” he keens as he begins to thrust his hips.

kuroo pepper kisses all over your face as he fucks you slowly and lovingly, his hips rolling against yours, feeling your deepest around his cock. smiling between every shared kiss. “let me show you what you are, kitten”

he then abruptly flips you around, having your stomach down on the sheet, moaning at the sudden emptiness in your cunt, but before you even noticed, kuroo swiftly slammed you with his hard cock.

“tetsu!” you yell, not knowing how to control his size as you put your hands behind your back as kuroo pounds into you like crazy, making you feel so good, eyes rolling back as he grabs onto your hand and hams you even harder.

even though he knows it’s hurting you, but he also knows you were begging for his dick for more. “such a good kitty, taking me so well” he whispers, bowing his back down to moan beside your ear.

“fuck tetsu you’re so deep” biting the bottom of your lips, you roll your eyes back, having kuroo smirking. “don’t bite your lips kitten, it’s bad” he whispers, cupping your chin with his massive hand as his hips rolled faster and faster.

“i’m gonna c-cum!” you mewl, nails digging into your own hips as your feel kuroo’s tip was teasing your cervix. “me too kitten- cum with me, yeah?” kuroo whines, feeling his cock throb as he pressed down your back.

you both moan at the same time as you two shared orgasms. kuroo slowly pulled his cock out as he groaned seeing his robes of cum pooling out from your drooling-messy cunt. his fingers slipped inside your inner thighs to calm your shaking legs and kissed your back. “shhh kitten it’s okay”

“s-so good… i love you” you whisper as you close your eyes, about to drift off to sleep but kuroo lifts you up on his lap and carries you to the bathroom. “gotta get cleaned kitten” he whispers, peppering your face with smooches.

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palidan-sheep · 2 years

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This is gonna be grim but

How the companions think they’ll die!

Tw- hints at Suicide.

Cait- Bit off more then she could chew.

She wants it to be, at the very least, a fair fight with a worthy opponent. She doesn’t want to die from a gun shot wound but she knows this world. It’s not fair.

Curie- ‘Old Age’

This won’t be for awhile, she’s to new to her snyth body to even entertain the idea of death. That is by her own means of course. Gunners and raider still exist.

(Pre BB) Danse- defending the Brotherhood.

In truth, he rather die defending the Prydwen or the Elder much rather then dying on some recon mission. More honorable but still.

(Post BB) Danse- ‘Old Age’

He may not age but he knows that he’ll come to a point in his life where he’s just done with everything ya’know? He’s lived life to its fullest what more could he want?

Deacon- He’s not actual sure.

He’s done so much in his life that alot of things could kill him. Between his lying and just in herbal commonwealth shebang, he can’t say for sure.

Gage- Being backstabbed.

The raider life ain’t exactly all that easy, a lot of betrayal and backstabbing goes on admits raider gangs. Won’t be surprised if he falls asleep one night and never wakes up again.

Hancock- flip flops between OverDosing or going feral.

Going feral if joking around with friends, O.Ding if he’s being serious. Nether are pretty but he wants to go out with a bang, preferable with chems.

MacCready- with a pocket full of caps and on his farmstead.

Refuses to think anything could kill him after what he’s dealt with, from the capital wasteland to the commonwealth. He’s survived this god dammit, he’ll keep going!

Nick- Dug a little bit to deep into a case.

He’s quick but he’s old, he knows that. Ain’t as quick as he use to be so he won’t be surprised if one day he finds himself with a bullet logged into his noggin.

Piper- Pissed off the wrong person.

Wrote the ‘Truth’ and pissed off the wrong person. But hey! It’ll get tons of reads! ‘Local journalists found dead! Killed for saying the truth?’

Preston- Defending the Minutemen.

Ideally, old age but he doesn’t mind the idea of going down in the name of the Minutemen.

X6- when the institute has no use for him anymore.

He knows he’s just an asset to them, once he’s outlived his usefulness he’s more then accepting of his fate.

Lil(not lil) side note- Some are super predictable like Preston, X6, and Danse are soldiers who are dedicated to thier factions, ofc they would wanna go in the name of them. Piper has literally stated that there have been countless attempts on her life simple because of the things she wrote.

But others aren’t so easy. I had to go off of what I remember from their dialogue or actions and even some outside sources(not from companions). I’m not Dima, I don’t have some place to off load my memories nor do I have the immortality of a synth so I don’t have the time to comb threw all thier dialogue and look for clues hinting at how they’ll go.

At the end of the day, they’re all immortal unless you destroy thier faction of go lose to much affinity with them so not like this matters lol.

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witching-hour · 4 years

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Baby Talk [Jax Teller x Reader]

(A/N): bb jax 🥺. i thought you guys deserved some pure fluff after all that angst from the last one. this popped in my head last night right as i went to sleep and i jotted some stuff down in my notes. then this happened hahaha

SUMMARY: jax catches the reader tidying up abel’s nursery before he comes home from the hospital, and shares some of his thoughts on the family variety

TW: none

YOU were hanging up the last piece of decor which happened to be a cartoon themed motorcycle. When you unwrapped the frame from the packaging from the box you found in the garage, you rolled your eyes knowingly at the nursery decor.

Abel’s gonna prospect before he’s even out of the hospital at this rate.

You and Jax had decided to officially move in together in his house that was previously lived in and destroyed by Wendy. After the episode of crank while still pregnant with Abel, and almost loosing the precious baby boy, Jax shipped her off to rehab. Since the house was vacant, and he was going to move back in anyway when Abel finally came home, he offered the opportunity as a milestone in your relationship. You spent most days at the Clubhouse anyway, sleeping and occupying your spare time there more than at your own apartment. You didn’t need much time to think about it.

You had finally gotten down to the last of the boxes the night before and decided to go through what was left behind from Wendy, or what was delivered to the house from Jax and Gemma. Most of the furniture was already put together in the nursery and the walls were painted, but were plain. No knick knacks littered shelves, no paintings hung on the wall, and none of the baby supplies got put in their rightful places. The baby clothes, diapers, wipes, bottles, and whatever else Gemma bought on her spree for her grandson still remained in packaging and plastic bags from the stores. You took the liberty of putting the clothes in drawers, disinfecting the bottles, and setting up the baby changing area with the diapers, wipes, and rash cream.

Jax walked into the room—you obviously not hearing him come through the front door with the Breaking Benjamin blasting from your phone hooked up to the stereo’s speaker—as you balled up some bubble wrap in your hand and bent over to throw it away in a plastic bag you were using as the garbage. He let his eyes scan over your form, the blues getting stuck on your ass in the nice pair of dark wash jeans you own.

His face fell into a smirk as he inched over to the dresser where the stereo was. He watched you continued to pick up plastic and styrofoam off the floor. Just as you tied the plastic bag in a knot, he turned the volume knob all the way down to mute.

You furrowed you’re brows as to why your music stopped, turning around and jumping at the sight of your boyfriend smirking at you amusingly. “Jesus Christ, Jax!” You yelped, hand jumping to your heart as a reflex.

An inaudible snort came from him at your scare. “This is a good look on you.” He nodded his head in your direction, eyes darting over the room, taking in what you’ve done. He noticed the Harley above the rocking chair and smirked, recalling when he found it online a couple months back.

“What?” You chuckled, noticing the way he was examining the nursery. “Decorating or getting ready for a baby?”

He shrugged, letting a small adoring smile play on his lips. “Both.”

“Huh,” you nodded humorously, letting another chuckle escape you. “Funny.”

“I’m serious, y’know.” He told you. “You’re good with all this.”

You brushed off the compliment. “It’s just decorating a room, Jax.”

He shook his head at you, stepping away from the dresser, and closer to you. He took the little garbage bag from your smaller hands and set it behind him next to the stereo. “I’m talking about this baby stuff. I don’t got the first clue on taking care of a baby. Being a father is all new to me.”

“Well of course it is.” You nodded in agreement, looking up at him. Abel had a couple weeks left in the hospital before he could come, and you had noticed Jax’s dad jitters lately. “This is your first kid. You’ll get the hang of it eventually. You’re already pretty great with him.”

“Yeah, but with you it’s natural; instinct almost.” He added.

“I mean,” you shrugged, “I used to babysit a lot growing up.”

“Or maybe it’s maternal.” He suggested softly, and it automatically made you think of Gemma and how she’d been hounding you about your future with Jax. She had drilled it into your head that if you want Jax, Abel was included in the package (as if it wasn’t obvious). You knew when Wendy showed up at the clubhouse two weeks into your relationship with Jax saying how she was already a month into the pregnancy, that the baby was going to be apart of your life. Despite Jax wanting nothing to do with the child festering in his ex-wife’s womb, you managed to warm him up to the idea of being a father. When he came around, all he wanted to do was support Wendy during her pregnancy, but she cut him off. Only ever sending him bills and maybe even a sonogram here and there.

When and how Abel was born made it clear to you that the little boy needed a mother. With overprotective Mama Gemma on the loose on Wendy, you knew she wasn’t gonna be allowed to touch that baby with a ten-foot-pole. Gemma had made it exhaustingly clear that if you weren’t cut out for being a mother to her grandson, then you weren’t cut out for her precious Jax.

Jax and you had a long history of your friendship, and were in a committed and serious relationship. He wanted to try for real. After Tara left for college and left Jax like a kicked puppy, he had turned to croweater/biker chick Wendy Case to keep his bed warm at night. He wanted to end the lonlieness and disconnect. But with you he wanted more. Not just someone he could say he had, but someone he could lean on, someone that wouldn’t just see him as sex on legs, and someone that wouldn’t use him.

You two were in it for the long haul, but you were going steady. You knew your biker boy like the back of your hand. Him wearing his heart on his sleeve was one of the things you admired the most about him. You knew why he didn’t wanna rush into anything with you, and you felt the same way having your own messy past of relationships.

Through all your deep conversations, babies wasn’t a topic surprisingly (unless it was about Abel). You knew Jax was a family man when it came to the love and loyalty he had for his mother, step-dad, and brothers, but you didn’t know to the extent of children.

“Where are you going with this?” You asked him, watching the wheel turn in his head. “If this is about Abel—”

“No, no—well, not exactly.” He sighed. “We didn’t plan for this when we first got together—”

“Let me stop you right there,” you interrupted the blonde before he went on his speel, you hand raising up to rest on the middle of his chest. “We were still pretty fresh when we found out about Abel. If I wanted to run, I would’ve. Whether Wendy was going to be in his life or not, I was going to stay. Whether Abel was going to call me Aunt (Y/N) or...mom,” you hesiatated before getting the word out, “I was staying.” You smiled a small smile, “I know he’s not mine....but I won’t abandon him, Jax. I can’t. I won’t.”

“And that’s what I love about you,” Jax said, running his finger under your chin, and picking your head up to lean down and give you a short but meaningful kiss. He pulled away rectunctantly, “I want you to be the only woman my children call mom.”

“Children?”

“Not anytime soon, but eventually I want more kids with you.” He confessed.

The look on his face made you swoon on the inside. The leather wearing, rough around the edges, Harley riding, VP of SAMCRO wanted babies. You knew your boyfriend had his soft side, one that he usually reserved for you and Gemma (and now Abel). You got to see the father side of Jax, and you knew he was going to be an amazing dad from the moment he laid his eyes on the premature newborn in the incubator. Knowing that he wanted more only made you love him more.

An image of Jax sitting on the couch with an older Abel seated next to him and a faceless toddler in pigtails curler up into his lap, with another faceless little boy cuddled into his side festered in your mind.

“Definitely not anytime soon,” you repeated with a laugh. “One mini Jax I can attempt to handle. We both know you were a handful as a baby, and if Abel is anything like you—which he most certainly is—he’s gonna run me into the ground.”

He let out a loud laugh, throwing his head back. “I was a perfect baby.”

“Yeah, okay, Jackson.” You rolled your eyes at the blonde.

He became serious once again, his hands resting on your waist. “But you definitely want that too? I’m not gonna force you into anything you don’t want, darlin’. This is your last chance to run for the hills.”

“I think it’s a little too late to decide for my impending motherhood. Abel might not be mine, but I’ll love him and raise him just as he was.” You let the seriousness drain from your tone and expression, “Besides, Teller...you’re stuck with me now.”

“Damn right I am.” He smiles widely, showing off his pearly whites, and making you melt into his arms as he brought you into another kiss.

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sundropglass · 3 years

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37, 66, 170? & how's your day going? 💚

thank u sm for the ask, Chimera <33

I'm doing pretty well, considering the stuff I've been struggling with lately ;v; )b new trauma memories, a lot of mini breakdowns and amnesia.. the works!

but I woke up 'early' (1:30 pm, but ill take what i can get compared to yesterday's 5 pm), and I woke up to a bunch of lovely asks from friends that I really appreciate!!(that ill probably answer when i inevitably feel lonely tonight) and I have a fiance who's been very gentle with me lately so I just feel very loved ;v; <3333

37: Favourite tv shows as a child?

My family couldn't afford stuff like the disney channel and SpongeBob or whatever else all the kids my age watched, so I always felt pretty left out with my PBS kids and rented VHS tapes. Nonetheless, I still love those tv shows even today, they make my lil parts happy(with the added bonus that they're typically easy to find and watch for free on youtube =3= )bb or pay a lil bit, which I don't mind)

My top faves were Angelina Ballerina, Kipper, Little Bear, Winnie the Pooh, Aurther anddd Blue's Clues. I also watched a lot of Seaseme Street but I don't think I could go back to it now for reasons

66: something I worry about?

TW: Pet illness

I worry about my beloved cat all the time. She's been slowly fading for a long time. I've taken her to the vet multiple times and the vet says I'm doing everything right for her conditions, it's just.. She's old. Things are failing. I give her pain meds and stuff, but lately she's been spending all day crying at me, which is something she only does if she needs something ;-;

She's in her teen years and we've been together the whole time. I said I wouldn't go to see my fiance until she passes now and I'm not sure it's all that far off

170: One of my favorite quotes?

"AND ONE DAY IN A DANGEROUS AND INEXPLICABLE ACT OF LOVE YOU SIMPLY DECIDED YOU WERE ENOUGH

NOT BAD NOT GREAT BUT ENOUGH"

-a tumblr post i have saved in my drafts :D I like it a lot because it is a choice to make every day and most days I think I can manage this, if not self-love

#ask things #thank u for the ask <33 its always appreciated!!#these were really good ones too ^^ <3 #this one got very rambly so im sorry about that :'v #long post #idk who its been lately so no taggy

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anystalker707 · 4 years

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Blood on my hands

🎃Halloween special Pairing: Frank x Reader Word counting: ~ 2 400 Genre: Terror, suspense, fluff TW: Terror, blood Summary: A cozy house in the woods. Being attacked by a beast you can’t see. And suddenly finding out your boyfriend is a vampire. a/n: I suck at horror, sorry bbs

"I'm calling it," Frank says in defeat, his bottom lip sticking out as he sends a few dry leaves flying with a kick. "We're lost in the woods." A sigh escapes his nose as he looks around, cold fingers poking out of his fingerless gloves and wrapping themselves around my hand. They're always cold.

"Well, no shit, Frank." I roll my eyes. "I literally said that five minutes ago, but you were worried, with..." I think for a moment, but I'm not sure about what he was doing, talking to himself while I looked around the endless trees, seeking for a clue to get us out of here. "...whatever."

"Aw, don't be like this, I found a nice thing!" He says in a soft whine, eyebrows furrowed; he stops to walk, reaching for something in his pocket then pulls out a heart-shaped rock. His lips stretch in a cute proud smile, "actually, it was something else that I had seen, but I found this and I was gonna give it to you, but you were walking away before I could notice," he says with certain frustration.

"Oh, look at you! You never let me stay mad at you," I mutter under my breath, my heart practically melting. Taking the rock in hand, I take a good look at it before shoving it in my pocket. "Idiot," I joke, leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to his smiling lips. The giggle that comes from him makes me look at him with a stupid smile, shaking my head to myself before pulling him along with me to continue walking.

Dry leaves crack under our feet, practically the only sound in the place apart from the occasional breeze going through the leaves that remain in the trees and also makes us shiver. The dense clouds above us make it difficult to determine what time is it - something thankfully solved by our phones - and contributes with the cold air, though it doesn't penetrate through the heavy layers of clothes. Of course, we were worried about the rain, but the way the clouds are there since yesterday and not a single drop fell from the sky gave us some confidence.

Besides all, it feels like we're alone, but it also doesn't. Not to mention that, if we weren't actually alone, the sounds of the steps would easily be heard through the thick silence, with the ground being practically orange, almost completely covered in dry leaves. It makes me calmer.

All the walking almost makes me forget how we ended up here, but I remember what was it about it. We went for a walk to a specific place - a clearing we'd found days ago -, but I guess we took the wrong turn and, caught up in a conversation, only noticed it when we didn't even have phone signal anymore. It's not as bad as it sounds, the woods are just in the outskirts or the city. We found a trail at some point and here we are now, hoping it takes us to out of here. Though we've probably been walking for a couple of hours, the good point is that we left our house in the morning.

"I'm so tired of walking," Frank groans with a sigh, rubbing his face with his free hand. "We're getting nowhere. And I'm sure I've seen that tree-"

"Wait, that's a house, isn't it?" I raise an eyebrow, pointing to the place, interrupting Frank before he gives me another goddamn existential crisis. "There's probably someone in there," I tell him with a thoughtful hum, "like, window's open and all..." I trail off, tired. It seems like a fancy place, I bet someone probably wouldn't build this too deep into the woods. Or at least I hope so.

"Well, I guess," Frank shrugs, grabbing his phone and flipping it open, but just for a few seconds and then he's turning to me with a frustrated sigh. "Still no signal. Okay, so, whoever's in there will either help or kill us, so we better be prepared. I love you so much, so, if there's ever a situation that only allows one of us to run away..." He pauses, looking at me from under his eyelashes; as much as it sounds like he's going to say something sweet, I guess I know Frank enough. "...I'll miss you a lot, okay? Maybe I'll call the cops to come check on the place, so don't worry." His lips part in a proud grin, a chuckle escaping his lips once I snort.

"Okay, yeah, sure," I nod, rolling my eyes, "You're so lovely, Frank, best boyfriend," I tease, but quickly fall serious again, having thought about what he said. "No, but, really, what if they actually kill us or something? Like, horror movie thing? I'm pretty sure that in Texas Chainsaw Mass-"

"No, no, c'mon," Frank interrupts me, his eyebrows furrowing in a pleading expression as he holds onto my hand with both of his. "We could get some water or something, you've got no idea how fucking tired I am. We can hit them with whatever if they try to attack us."

"Y'know," a breath escapes my lips as I try ignoring the fear tight in my chest and let Frank drag me along with him. I mean, I'm really tired, but I prefer to sleep for two days straight instead of being killed. "Gerard's usually the one with bad ideas, but you're always pulling us to problems."

"Aw, no, trust me," he says with a pout, squeezing my hand, the rough fabric of his gloves somehow warm around my hand. "Trust me," he shoots me a look, pleading eyes observing me from under his eyelashes.

Not replying, I only let out a defeated sigh in response. I really want to stop and my throat aches for a drop of water. In the worst of the cases, at least I won't die alone.

It looks like practically any house we'd find in a rich neighborhood - modern styled two-story house, a lot of details in wood while the front wall of the second floor seems to be entirely made of glass, though it's not possible to see through it. It has a comfortable vibe, seeming to be a good place for spending the vacations in. All the windows in the first floor are open while there's just a single one open in the second one, with white curtains poking out of it, pulled by the wind when it hits stronger. The open door shows the furniture in light wood and a decoration that matches the aesthetic.

"Hello?" Frank asks after knocking on the door, though it's open. He's tense, me too - our hands tight around each other, both of us holding our breaths and standing completely still as waiting for a response, but the word is lost in an empty silence.

Slowly, he starts walking in the house, ignoring the glare I send him.

"It's not nice walking into someone's place like this," I say quietly as looking around, seeking for a signal of life in the house.

"Eh, we can just explain why we're doing this if they catch us." Frank's voice is louder than mine, but still quiet. Our steps sound impossibly loud against the wooden tiles. I don't answer.

The kitchen isn't much different from the rest of the house. Everything seems organized; the way the place is clean and a glass full of water sitting on the counter with two ice cubes inside it tell me there's really someone in the house, making a shiver run down my spine at the thought they'll probably be back soon to get the water.

"Here," Frank says, suddenly holding out a glass of water to me. Apparently, I zoned out for too long.

"Thank you," I mutter, exhaling and taking the glass in hand, shakily bringing it to my lips. Meanwhile, Frank looks around the place, sighing as he leans back against the counter. He looks from me to one of the stools across from him and points at it. With a nod, I sit up on it, thankful for giving my legs a break. The quietness is immersive, causing a great difference after so long with the breeze going past our ears or through the tree's leaves.

Frank's eyes go past me, probably looking at the doorway. Something catches his attention, but there's nothing when I turn around and to take a glance.

"What's up?" I ask in confusion, setting my empty glass beside me.

"Nothing..." He trails off. "Y'know, I'll... I'll go check if there's someone around, okay? I'll be right back." His lips press together in a smile and he kisses my cheek before moving to walk out of the room in weirdly slow and quiet steps. Odd. Something in his words and manners don't convince me, but I don't question it either, just trusting him.

He's gone for a few minutes; I check the time on my phone at least three times and I just can't wait anymore when ten minutes go by. I try calling for him, but there's no response - not even when I walk into the living room again. The same deadly silence of before is the only response I get.

I'm quiet for a moment, trying to listen or catch on a small detail that tells me Frank didn't simply disappear. The stairs seem weirdly threatening for some reason. But what if he's up there?

I'm about to take a step forward to climb the stairs when there's suddenly something grabbing onto my arms. Frank.

"Hey, I was-" I interrupt myself when I start being dragged behind and I freeze noticing it's not him, a shudder running down my spine. Though it feels like there are sharp, long fingers gripping around my arms, just below my shoulders, I can't see anything there when I look at it. And there's absolutely no one behind me either. No matter how I look around or try to look at the objects' reflex, there's absolutely nothing, but the grip's so strong that I can barely move as I'm dragged.

Where is it taking me to? What's even it?

The only result of all the questions, of all the confusing feelings is only a loud scream going past my lips before I can notice. At this point, the terror is probably bigger than the fear - I don't even fucking know what's doing this to me, I don't know what to wait for or what someone or something with this grip is capable of.

I can hear my name being called from upstairs, Frank's voice muffled, followed by heavy footsteps coming down the stairs.

And suddenly I'm alone again. Standing in the middle of the living room. My eyes are wide as I observe around the room. There's still this thick silence- And there's a muffled, loud thud.

Not even thinking, I start running upstairs, my heart stopping for a second at the sight of a red liquid coming from under one of the doors and, as bad as it can turn out, it's the exact door I go for, sweaty fingers wrapping themselves around the cold doorknob, afraid the worst happened.

Frank stands there. Calmly. An almost innocent look on his face as he looks around, intensifying when his gaze finds mine. Something completely normal. That if there wasn't blood everywhere less on him. Still, I weirdly calm down - or simply don't know how to react, my mind just giving up on keeping up with all the weird events and entering in a state of shock.

"Red syrup." Frank says with a smile, earning himself a look of disbelief from me.

"Is that really red syrup? Please tell me it's syrup." I say in a rushed tone, then pause. "I can't stand blood." A sick feeling bubbles in my stomach.

"Good thing it's everywhere," he chuckles, though he clearly holds more feelings than he dares to demonstrate, a visible tension or maybe nervousness noticeable by his tense shoulders. Why are his teeth stained red?

Averting my eyes from him, I look around the room. I don't know what's worse; the sight of blood everywhere, the lack of source, Frank having not a single hair strand out of place or maybe the I'm glad you are here written on the wall in black letters, a childish handwriting.

"So..." Frank trails off. "Let's get out of here," he looks away, cleaning his throat as approaching me in rushed steps, taking my hand and starting to pull me down the stairs with a firm grip.

I hadn't noticed it before, but there are a few mirrors hanging on the wall, by the stairs. Weirdly enough, I'm the only one I can see in it. It's not even scary, after everything.

"...So, when exactly were you going to tell me that you're a vampire?" I ask, my attention between going down the stairs and looking at the mirrors. Eventually, we stop, by the bottom of the stairs. there's a wider mirror hanging on the wall, right behind Frank. It looks like my hand's wrapped around nothing.

"Wh-what?!" Frank tenses up, eyes widening in the same moment. Some genuine surprise takes over his face. "What do you mean? Vampires aren't-"

"Frank, I'm looking straight in the mirror and you're not in it." My voice is calm. But what is there to freak out over anymore?

He's silent. Eyes flickering over me in seek for something, but he doesn't find it and he falls in disturbance.

"What attacked us?"

"Um, you better not know." Frank says nervously. There's a long pause, but I don't ask further about it. "I..." Frank exhales. "Let's get out of here, hm?" He presses his lips together, quickly starting to walk again. He sighs, glancing at me repeatedly as we walk, but I don't say anything.

"I know how to get us out of here now," he mutters, the silence of the house not so empty anymore.

We leave through the back door and, when we go past the kitchen, the glass with ice is there the same way. The cubes not any smaller.

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