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wettvagina · 5 months

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RIDE IT LIKE A RODEO [collegeau!eren yeagerxreader]

warnings: p in v , creampie , softdom!eren

"Erennn" your honeyed voice cooed, "Huh? Oh hi." you observed how the tall, brunette stiffened, his green emerald eyes boring holes into your own pupils, you walked up to him, your pink bag slung around one shoulder, you watched how Eren eyed you, stopping at the jot of skin which was exposed from your tight, bubble-gum pink spaghetti strapped top, which stopped right below your navel, paired with some black shorts.

"I was absent last class, mind sending me the notes?" you chirped, walking at his side as you both journeyed to your history class. "I-I know, but we had a free class." Eren informed you, a tint of blush forming on his face. "Oh, alright. You comin' to my party tonight?" you enquired with a calm smile, watching Eren's face from the corner of your eye.

Eren noticed how your figure had slowed into a halt, stopping alongside you, you grabbed at Eren's forearm, "Can you come, please? I wanna show you something." you say with a seductive smirk, you found it funny how his entire face turned red, even after you had fucked him so many times, you lost count. He always acted somewhat shy around you, you thought that when you first met him that he'd break out of this caged up persona he sported around you, but that was yet to come.

"I'll be there." he sighed, earning a small smile from you, "Oh and, don't bother bringing any condoms." you whisper to him, smiling before walking ahead of him, leaving him flushed and stationary.

Eren had came before the party even started, you were a bit worried about the party, wondering how anyone would even engage in the party if the host wasn't present. You texted Sasha, Connie and Jean, telling them to handle everything, of course you didn't want your party to flop just because you wanted some dick.

Hearing the boom of speakers downstairs, Sasha texted you, informing you that everything was ready and that they'd take over, you smiled to your phone before placing it on your side table.

"You're early." you say to Eren who looked around your room like if he hasn't been in it atleast six times already. "Sorry, I was just..eager to see you." Eren confesses, his deep sultry voice echoing in your head. Woah, this is different, usually he'd stammer out a mess of a sentence.

"Really?" you walk up to him, pressed your hands against his toned abs, sliding them down his waistband, grabbing at his fully erected cock, hidden in his sweatpants. "You weren't lyin'" you say with a smirk, you watch how his face contorted into a look of lust as you massaged his throbbing cock.

"So fuckin' hard, I want you to come inside me tonight." you whisper, dirty talking him, you pulled your hands out of his pants, draping them around his neck and pulling him into a sweet kiss, tasting the mint on his soft lips as he grabbed at the fat of your ass, fingers massaging your clothed clit from the back, causing you to moan into his mouth.

You parted your lips, giving Eren's tongue permission to explore your mouth, Eren groaned into your mouth, and you felt your panties dampening. "Wanna fuck you so bad." you mewl, "Yeah?" he asks with a smirk, "How bad?" he asks. With an incorporeal click, you feel the tension grow and the roles switch, and it just made you wetter.

"So fuckin' bad." you moaned, "Get on the bed." his firm voice instructed, you followed his directions, taking off your shirt as you strutted to your bed, leaving you in only your bra. You sat on the edge of your bed, Eren's crotch in your face, but you managed to look up at him, smelling a woft of his cologne.

His hand lowers to caress the side of your face, he looks down at you, as you look up at him, his eyes never leave yours as his large hands trace down to your shoulder, gripping it as a small smirk forms on his face. With a vehement push, your back meets your sheets and you watch as Eren crawls above you, knees digging into your mattress while his hand grips onto the sheets near the side of your face.

He leans in to kiss you, savouring your lips in a slow, sweet kiss. He feels your hands cradle his face, as you deepen the kiss, Eren feels his dick fully press onto the cloth of his pants. You immediately notice Eren's absence when he rolls over to the side, back leaning against the headboard of your bed, "Ride me, ma?" he asks, hand woven into yours.

You climb onto his lap, ass pressing against the bulge in his pants, and you hear him gasp before you connect your lips to his oncemore, your vacant hand reaches between your legs, rubbing at your clothed clit, causing you to moan into Eren's mouth.

Eren grips onto the fat of your ass, lips still moving on yours, he feels your hand slip beneath the wasitband of his sweats, grabbing his dick while nudging the fabric down. You push your panties to the side, lining his dick to your hole.

The reddened, meaty tip prods at your enterance before you slip it in, earning a loud groan from Eren as your pussy walls squeeze down on him, "S-So fuckin' tight." Eren says breathlessly, breaking out of the kiss, you immediately bounce on his lengthy cock, his breath hitches as the skin of your ass slaps against his pelvis, Eren wraps his hand around your back, burying his warm face into the crook of your neck as you ride him.

You hear him whisper curses into your ear as you grind on him, feeling your pussy clench around him, "Fuck, 'm gonna come." you mutter, "I-I might too." he mumbles into your ear, "Fuck!" you wail when you feel him thrust up into you.

"You like that?" he asks, "Y-Yeah, keep doing it." you immediately respond, he continues to jut his hips upwards into your welcoming pussy, hearing the creamy sounds of the essence of your arousal mixing with his pre come.

"S-Shit!" you curse when you feel his dick harden inside of you, and as Eren is coming he feels your pussy clamp down onto him, you cream all over his cock as he's coming inside of you, painting your walls white. You both pant as he rubs his large palms up and down your back.

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eyesthatroll · 5 months

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7 and 7 | quinn hughes

pairing; qh43 x fem!reader

warning(s); drinking (sharing a drink???) making out (but no smut)

word count; blurb | 0.55k

author's note; this is sooooo self indulgent. you might think the drink thing is nasty, and maybe it is, but it's so hot to me (is this a judgement free zone?!) missed you guys, have had so much writers block recently. ugh. anyways, i'd love to hear your thoughts. love ya. -mari.

"I think that guy is flirting with Y/N," Brock comments, giving Quinn a nudge in the shoulder as he gestures towards the bar. Quinn's brows furrow in confusion, his attention drawn to you. You're dressed in a skin-tight little black dress that ends halfway above your knees, a silhouette that commands attention. At the bar, another man stands, leaning against the counter, fully turned towards you, engaging in conversation.

"Yeah, looks like it," Quinn agrees, his teeth grazing over his bottom lip in a contemplative manner as he absentmindedly stirs the straw around his now-empty glass. His gaze remains fixed on the unfolding scene between you and the mystery guy.

"Are you gonna go over there?"

Quinn shakes his head, a confident yet calm assurance in his response. He's not worried in the least. While he'd intervene if you signaled any distress, he trusts you implicitly, and knows you can handle yourself well.

He doesn't even notice when Brock excuses himself to go to the bathroom; Quinn is too entranced by you to realize he's now the sole occupant at the table.

His attention remains fixed on you, captivated by the sight of your head thrown back in laughter. The bartender places two drinks in front of you, and Quinn watches intently as you take both in your hands. A brief exchange of words occurs between you and the mystery guy, and then, with a graceful turn on your heels, you make your way back to the booth where Quinn and the others were situated.

"Babe!" You exclaim animatedly, stumbling to a pause to set the drinks down before practically falling to claim your spot on Quinn's lap. His hands instinctively wrap around your waist, pulling you closer as he inhales your signature scent—Japanese Cherry Blossom. "Tyler over there bought our drinks, isn't that so sweet of him?"

Both of you glance back at the bar where he still stands, his face a mix of confusion and shock. Quinn knows Tyler expected you to go to the booth of girls just in front of the two of you, and that causes his lips to twist into a small smirk. Quinn raises his glass to him, nodding his head as a salute. Effortlessly, he tilts the glass against his lips.

"Good?" you ask.

"Mhmm," he responds, his tongue briefly darting out to catch stray drips of whiskey on his bottom lip. "You want some, baby?"

You nod eagerly, and he brings the glass up to his lips once more. Before you can fully process the motion, his hand gently grips the skin of your neck, tilting your head back ever so slightly. Straightening up, he latches his lips to yours. The full-bodied, sweet and smoky liquid filters into your mouth with grace, and you swallow quickly before Quinn engages your tongue in a passionate dance.

Your throat burns from the alcohol as Quinn kisses you with intensity, his lower hand reaching down to grip your thigh, his fingers trailing upwards towards your heat. A moan escapes your lips, and it gets caught in Quinn's throat as continues his assault on your lips. He only pulls away when he begins to feel lightheaded, but not before his teeth latch onto your bottom lip. A whine leaves you, both from pain and the loss of contact of Quinn's lips against yours.

As you exhale heavy breaths, you lock eyes with him, his pupils dilated from a potent mix of alcohol and lust. Remnants of your dark red lipstick stain his, messily ending just above his chin. Quick to address the aftermath, you grab a napkin from the table and attempt to wipe off his mouth.

Quinn pulls you into his side, and you lean your head on his shoulder. He glances slightly to the side, noticing Tyler is gone. "Good?" he asks.

You squeeze his hand, a tipsy smile on your lips. 'Mhmm."

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gaspingandcompressing · 4 months

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A Lesson on Resus Play

“What do you want?” He asked.

“You know what I want.” I said coyly, burying my face in his pec.

“You’re going to have to walk me through this.” He said with a nervous laugh.

I sat up on my knees and studied his face and naked body. His hair was messy from all the activities we’d already engaged in, but his cock was still hard. I knew he wanted me again.

“I’m not going to do anything to you, I’m just going to show you exactly what I want.” I whispered with a devilish grin, and ran my finger down the center of his chest.

“This is entirely unrealistic, uninformational, and uneducational.” I laughed. I leaned down to his face, “first, you’re going to check if I’m breathing. I will try to hold my breath, but sometimes you take that away from me, so I might be. For our purposes, I am not.” I leaned forward and turned my head, so my ear was right over his nose and mouth. “You’re going to listen right above my nose and mouth, and observe my body for any signs of movement. Feel free to use your hands here too.” I put my hand on his chest, feeling his heart under my palm.

I sat up on my knees and looked at him again. He was smiling, but had nothing to say. I dug my fingers into the side of his neck. “Next, you may check for my pulse if you feel inclined. I don’t care either way. I assure you I have one, but for our purposes I do not.” I said laughing. I could feel his under my fingers. He was calm, but I couldn’t help looking at his cock out of the corner of my eye.

“Now that you’ve established I’m not breathing, and I don’t have a pulse, you can begin.” I put one of my hands on the top of his head, the other under his chin and gently tilted his head back. His eyes darted intently from the ceiling to me. “You will then tilt my head back like this,” I said leaning down close to his ear. “At this point you may hear me exhale any air left in my lungs. I try not to breathe for myself during this process. I’m getting off to you controlling my breathing and doing that for me.” I whispered, biting his earlobe as I pulled up.

“Now you will breathe into me, and you’re already pretty good at that.” I smiled. His eyes got big, and I laughed. “I’m not going to do anything to you! I’m just explaining!” We both giggled. “You’re going to hold my nose, and give me one 2 second breath, and then you’re going to turn your head again and observe my body.” I leaned down and kissed him, I pulled up and turned my head to observe his body and rubbed his chest. I imagined what it would be like to breathe into him, but I knew his curiosity wasn’t there yet. “As you watch my body, you’ll see my chest rise and fall with the air you breathed into me. My breasts and nipples will rise with my chest. And then you will give me another two second breath.” I leaned down and kissed him again, and he gently kissed back, pulling me back as I tried to pull away. I giggled and blushed. “And, completely optional, but when you’re doing mouth to mouth, I like it when the hand not holding my nose is under my chin, under my neck or on my chest/tits. I do understand you might need it for stability though.” I said touching his chin, placing my hand under his neck or on his chest the way I’d like.

“Ok, now the fun part. Chest compressions.” I almost moaned compressions. Feeling my clit getting excited at the thought.

“This is the part I’m concerned about. Is this dangerous?” He asked, sitting up. Concern was evident in his voice.

“You’re not going to be pushing hard enough to hurt me. I’ll probably have to get you to push harder when you first try.” I assured him.

“So this isn’t going to cause something bad to happen, then? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“No. In a real situation, you’d probably want to be pushing as hard as physically possible, I wouldn’t be able to handle that. And, you usually only see broken ribs in elderly people with brittle bones. So you don’t need to worry about that. Your ribcage is flexible.” I explained, trying to ease his apprehension.

I shifted over to sit on my knees by his chest. “So, a little rib cage anatomy. You’re going to locate my sternum, which is this long flat part. You can feel it right between my breasts.” I said gently running my fingers up and down his sternum. “On either side of the sternum is cartilage because your ribcage naturally expands and contracts as you breathe. Too far up the chest, there’s no cartilage, so don’t push there. Too far down, and you could hit the xiphoid process which kind of juts out at the bottom of the sternum. That cannot take pressure. Obviously, I’m not actually dead, and if I feel you in the wrong spot, I’ll say something or move you.” I noticed his face was beginning to soften, the nervousness was fading.

I interlocked my fingers in the air to demonstrate how I wanted his to be when they’re on my chest. “You’re going to put one hand on top of the other like this, and interlock your fingers. The heel of your hand needs to be in my sternum. Generally, if your middle finger is lined up with my nipple, you’re in the right spot. And, since I’m not actually a real victim, feel free to grope me. Just make sure the majority of the pressure you’re exerting goes into the heel of your hand.” He smiled a little after I mentioned groping. “As you push down I will sigh and gasp a little, because you will be forcing the air out of my lungs. Since I am trying not to breathe on my own during this process, I can only handle 15 compressions. You will also get tired, and I will start getting sore. After the 15 compressions, you will give me another 2 breaths and just repeat the process. You got it?” I asked.

“Yes.” He whispered. Sitting up.

“Questions? Concerns? Comments? Curiosities? If you don’t feel comfortable, we don’t have to do this. There is 0 pressure or expectations here.” I said, trying to further alleviate and reservations he had, or give him the out if he needed it.

He sat up and put his arm around me and kissed my shoulder. “No, I don’t mind. I just wouldn’t want to do anything that would hurt you. Even all the stuff we did earlier, I’m always looking out for your safety. That’s all.” He said.

“I appreciate that a lot. That’s one of the reasons I want to do this with you. I trust you. You’re not going to hurt me.” I said and kissed him.

“Ok, then. Lie down, (my name), I need to practice.”

The end.

(Might write what happened next, might not.)

#cpr #resus #compressions #breathplay #resuscitation #mouth to mouth #cardiophile #resus community

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igotanidea · 1 year

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The fear : Jason Todd x fem!reader part 7

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„Dick called you, huh? And you just came running right away?”

“Ok, what is your problem here?” Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, not easily intimidated by his authoritative behavior. It was always like that with him.

“My problem?” he hissed, now completely free of his illusions and fear and therefore feeling like he had some sort of advantage over her. Being in the wrong belief that she will relent under the pressure of his gaze and harsh tone.

One thing about Y/N. She was not a troublemaker. It was really hard to make her loose her temper and engage in a fight. Either verbal and most definitely not in the physical one. Besides, in her life she saw her fair share of violent man who were ready to strike upon single wrong word. It did not impress her and at this point Jayson knew he was losing the fight. He was losing the attempt to provoke her to take action upon him. Shit, it would be so much easier if she was angry at him for what he did to her, for how he behaved. Ironically, he would easily accept punches and screams coming from her. Instead, she came for the rescue. She came to help him and that was something he could not comprehend. After everything, she was still the one to care, treating him with a bit of coldness and indifference, but this was only the way to cover up for what she truly felt. He could not handle it.

“Mhm. Seems to me like you got some issues Jaybird.”

“Well, you are the one who behaves like a dog. The master calls and the puppy wave a tail and follow the order.”

“What did you just say?” she froze, clenching her fists slightly

“You heard me” he shrugged, his gaze not leaving her face, watching and waiting for that little spark in her eyes which was always a sign of trouble. “but I can repeat it if you wish so.”

“No.” it came as a surprise to him that she calmed herself down so quickly “There’s no need. You know I pity you, Jace.”

“You what now?” that was new.

“You heard me.” She smirked, using his own words against him “I know your games inside and out. I’m not falling for it. Now, before I go…..”

“please, don’t go… “ he begged inside his mind

“I just need to make sure you’re … well, clear, in the absence of better word. Come on, here” she motioned towards the chair “sit. And try not to squirm too much, it will make my job so much harder.”

Hesitantly he followed her order and perched on the edge of the seat while she reached into her pocket and grabbed her tiny flashlight moving forward him and standing between his legs to get better access to his face. So damn close. Too close. Too focused on the task to even realize what she was doing. Jayson looked down onto the floor and squeezed the armrest to prevent his hands from wondering into all the wrong places, from grabbing her hips or waist and pulling her into his chest, closing his arms around her and never letting go. He was stronger than her, she would never break free from his grip even if she tried to. But that would be…. Wrong. He would never accept forced feelings.

“I told you not to squirm” she scoffed “Eyes up, Jay. Now.”

Oh shit. The second he looked at her it was like an electricity running through his veins. He wanted her back. He needed her back. The only thought on his mind was making up to her for his fuckup, apologizing in every way possible.

“Seems like you’re all good now” she muttered shining the light into his eyes and observing the movements of the orbs “guess my job here is done.”

He wanted to say so many things to her. What came out of his mouth was nothing like he planned and sounded like another reproach.

“So you’re just gonna leave again, huh? ”

“Yes.” She turned her back to him, gathering her stuff, ready to go.

“Is that all you have to say?!” sudden grip on her wrist made her spun around and collide with his chest.

“What the fuck Jason?” she struggled. Oh, now she was losing it. “You left me, remember?!”

“ Because you told me to go!” he let go of her wrist and Y/N took a step back not realizing she was moving towards the wall, locking her way out. “I did what you wanted!”

“I never wanted you to leave!” she yelled in desperation. “I….. I never…..” Y/N stuttered, not able to finish the sentence, emotions overflowing her .

“Then why?” he moved forward closing the distance between them, woe dripping from his voice “Why? Were you testing me?”

“I wanted you to fight for me. For us. In the same way you fight for the people in Gotham. The same way you fight for your team members.”

“You are far more valuable to me than any of them” he whispered

“Then I can ask you the same question. Why? Why did you let go?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“I think you do.” She cupped his cheek and caressed it gently “I think you do.”

“Tell me what I don’t see.” He muttered leaning his forehead on her and she let him.

“It’s not my job to explain to you how you feel, Jace. You need to do it by yourself.”

“Please Y/N….. “ his hands involuntarily sneaked around her, but her instincts made her catch them and unwrap from her waist.

“I need to go. I promised Tim…..”

“Please, come back to me. I’m so freaking sorry. Can you forgive me?”

“Jason…..”

“I will beg on my knees if that’s what you want.” The boy started to change his position but once again she stopped him before his knees met the floor.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Jace. There’s nothing to forgive on my part. We just …. Choose different directions. Things like that happen and…..”

“Is there someone else?” he frowned

“What?! Jason, are you….?”

“There is someone else. I can feel it. I can see it in your face. You moved on pretty fast, didn’t you?” he hissed, anger once again taking control over him and this time she got really scared. He was acting the same way he behaved when he got back to Gotham after the Pit. Focused and concentrated on one side, but dead set on his purposed and fueled by rage on the other.

“I think we are done here.” Y/N moved towards the exit but he blocked her path “get out of my way, Todd.”

“ Or what? Hm? What exactly will you do? Little one?”

“Y/N?” Thank God. Jason was right, judging by the sizes and strength it he really wanted to keep her in the batcave she had no chance in fighting. Good thing, Damian sensed something was happening down there and came for the rescue. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah , I’m good Damian. I was just leaving. “

“I’ll join you then. Make sure you’re safe.” The youngest Wayne narrowed his eyebrows at his older brother suspiciously “can’t risk you getting hurt.” That little scoundrel believer Jason could ever hurt her and it stung Jason straight in the heart. Fuck.

“Y/N…..” he tried again

“I’m…. glad you’re fine now, Jace. Please stay out of trouble in the future so we can avoid getting into awkward situation, ok? And you might want to take some time to cool off before you go on another patrol.”

“But…..”

“Goodbye, Jace” she turned around and with Damian, who acted like her security left. Again.

“This is not over.” He thought moving towards another exit of the cave. He needed air since all of a sudden he felt like he was suffocating.

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flyiingsly · 7 months

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Reinforcements

Square : Medic

Pairing : Keeli x gn!jedi!reader

Warnings : established relationship, angst, violence, mention of reader's death and death in general, blood, reader being shot and injured, mention of medical equipements

Wordcount : 3k

Summary : As the battle of Ryloth is raging and the planet is under Separatist's blockade, you and your men are secretly send as reinforcements to help General Di and Captain Keeli's batallion to face the droid army. You are ready to do whatever it takes to save their lives, even sacrificing yourself.

A/N : Here is my third submission for the @clonexreaderbingo ! I'm absolutely head over heels for that man, he's one of my favs and I think that he deserves more love (in a completely objective way, of course 😄) I'm still not over what happen to him in Clone Wars, so I had to write something to fix it ! (yay ! another Everybody Lives AU !)

Disclaimer : I'm still struggling to understand English grammar properly, English is not my native language and even if I have proofread my writtings several times, there is probably still typos in it. I'm very self conscious about it and I apologize for it in advance, but I'm doing my best to do better and I'm actively working at improving my writting skills !

So if you spot a typo, feel free to point it to me so I can correct it, it will be much appreciated :)

Your heart was beating faster than ever and you were awfully nervous, absolutely unable to stay quiet, your hands fidgeting with your lightsaber handle, twitching it again and again between your fingers, waiting desperately for the ship’s hold to open. You were standing still nonetheless, but your hands and your head were unable to find rest. Frightening thoughts were flashing up behind your eyes, sending shivers down your spine. What if it was already too late ? What if, while you were waiting here, the fight was already engaged and about to be lost ? What if they were already dead and that the last thing on their minds was that they had been abandoned to their faith ? It was unbearable. You were doing your best to look as calm and as composed as possible in front of your men, but it was a pretty hard exercise.

You knew that General Di and his garrison were doomed if no reinforcement was sent their way, so you and General Skywalker got an idea. Food supplies were about to be sent to Ryloth to help the population survive despite the separatist blockade and attacks. So, you decided to hide with your men inside one of the food supplies containers and wait for them to be throw from the sky down to reach the ground without being caught be the enemy to help them.

It was the perfect plan, your best and only chance at first, but the negotiation led by Senator Organa took longer than expected, and the supply ship departure was delayed, which wasted precious time given the urgency of the situation.

Suddenly, you felt an abrupt jolt as the container was finally released. The fall was quick, and the impact was so violent that you and your men were send flying against its metallic walls, falling on top of each other. You stay disoriented for a few seconds, before your inner voice screamed you to move. You get up on your feet, quickly helping your soldiers to stand up.

“Are you ready ?” you ask, looking at them with determination.

“Yes ma’am !”

“Let’s go then !” you draw your lightsaber, its blue light filling the confined space, followed by the warm glow of melted metal as you cut it open to create an exit.

As you hastily escape the container, bullets immediately started to fly toward you. The landing of the container has drawn the attention of the droids posted on the area, and now they were coming for you. You frantically look around you, searching for the presence of other clones around, while shielding your men with your lightsaber.

In the distance, you catch a glimpse of a flock of clankers heading toward one particular spot. The force signature that was emanating from there was highly recognizable : it was them.

“This way !” you scream to your men, opening a path for them by slicing the droids out of the way.

As you grew nearer, more and more bodies of fallen troopers were laying on the ground, and you pray to arrive soon enough to, at least, be able to save a couple lives.

You were running as fast as you could, cutting through everything that was getting in your way, trying your best to prevent your men from being shot, when you hear a piercing scream behind you. One of them was on the ground, an impact on his chest.

“No …” you mutter, knowing that you couldn’t do anything for him anymore. Turning around wasn’t an option, you needed to move forward no matter what.

“No !!” you scream with rage, sending a force wave to repel the attackers that were chasing you. The force signatures were getting closer, but you could feel that they were filled with struggle, and that their strength was starting to teeter.

Time was running out, and your pace wasn’t fast enough. You suddenly stop running, shouting to your men to stay close to you. You released another force wave, more powerful than the first, creating a wide empty perimeter around them.

“I’m going ahead, it’s the only chance to save them on time. This space I just created will give you a little advance on the droids, meet me there as soon as possible, be careful, soldiers !” you shout, looking at your clone captain. As soon as he nodded to you, you start to run again, and after a few steps, jump into the air, using the force to propel yourself.

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At the center of the droid’s attention were only two men left. The jedi Master and his Captain were exhausted and overwhelmed, but they were still standing, determined to fight until their last breath. The free space around them was getting smaller and smaller, their bodies were tired, and they could feel death inevitably coming their way.

“So this is it, this is how it will end …” Captain Keeli was thinking, when suddenly, a violent tremor made the ground shake beneath his feet. Something has just landed only inches from him. His eyes widen in surprise when he notices that the droids have moved a few meters back and were laying on the ground. In shock, he looks around him, trying to understand what had just happened. When he came face to face with you, standing next to him with your lightsaber in hand, he gasps, his eyes sparkling with hope.

“Keep fighting, don’t let your guard down Captain, my men are on their way !”

He didn’t get the time to answer with anything else but a fond smile before the droids started to get back up on their feet and aim at the three of you again.

You did your best to defend your position, you knew that your squad will be here soon, and you also knew that your container was not the only one to be released. Plenty of soldiers were heading toward you right now, all you had to do was to stand your ground until they reach you.

But even with one more fighter, your group was still overly outnumbered. Your opponents were gaining ground again, and even if you were sending force waves at them to slow them down, they were relentlessly coming back at you again and again in an endless metal flow.

As you were shielding your comrades, you felt a sudden and violent disturbance in the force. You turn around to look in terror at General Di, only to see him fall to the ground, and you arrived at just the right time to get in the way before another shot could find him.

Keeli noticed it too, and gave you a frightened look.

“Don’t give up” you shoot through the blasters sounds, “he’s not dead yet, we have to hold on, come on !” a rush of adrenaline washes over both of you, and without even thinking about it, you were back –to-back, protecting the jedi with your last strands of energy. He was not dead yet, indeed, you could still feel his force signature, weaker, but still glowing.

After a few more never-ending moments of fight, you finally catch a glimpse of a group of soldiers coming your way, the bustle diverting the droid’s attention from you.

“They made it” you mumble.

“The reinforcements are coming !” Keeli shout at you, noticing it too.

“I know !” you yell back with excitation in your voice, “just a few more minutes to hold on and it will be over, come on, we can make it !”

The idea of a rescue gave you a big resurgence of strength, and you both started to fight with even more determination.

But in the heat of the action, as you thought that things were going to resolve quickly, you heard Keeli lets out a scream. Your heart skipped a bit as you turned to face him. Both of his blasters were on the ground, and he was stunned and confused.

Without hesitation, you move between him and the wall of droids, shielding him until he retrieves his weapons. As you tried to stay focus on every side at the same time, dodging and blocking every fire you could, you accidentally missed one.

You gasp at the sudden pain tearing the back of your left shoulder apart. You were paralyzed, unable to move, until you hear Keeli’s voice desperately yelling your name.

“I’m fine !” you yell back, responding to the attack with another force wave, offering yourself a few seconds to get yourself together.

But as hard as you tried to ignore the pain, it was so intense that you had a hard time staying focused on the fight. You cut through a few more clankers, but it was so excruciating that it distracted you enough for you to miss another shot.

The impact was so violent that you lose your balance. You hand reflexively settled on your chest, and your eyes widen at the huge amount of blood that was covering your palm when you looked at it. Your vision become blurry, and the only thing you could hear now was the beating of your heart echoing inside your head, as you feel your consciousness slowly slipping away.

But as flash of lucidity crossed your mind : you couldn’t abandon now, the fight wasn’t over, and you weren’t alone in this. Two people were counting on you, and it was your duty to make sure that they survive.

That thought instantly made you regain your composure and gave you enough courage to carry on and retaliate, until a familiar voice was heard.

“They’re here ! This way, this way !” a clone’s voice resonates, soon followed by the appearance of a white and bright orange armor, then two, then a full wave emerging from the sea of droids.

The backups were here, finally. It was only a matter of seconds until the outcome.

Unfortunately, you weren’t able to see the end of it. In the last moments of the battle, the pain struck you again in a violent and unexpected burst. Your head started to spin severely, a taste of blood invading your mouth, your vision went even more blurry, and your legs became weak. And as hard as you tried to stay up on your feet, it was too difficult to resist the numbness, and you soon collapsed on the ground without a warning.

***

When you opened your eyes again, you were laying down on a makeshift med bed, in what seemed to be a med tent, judging by the dark green fabric walls around you. Your first reflex was to try to sit on the bed, but you were quickly stopped by a stabbing ache coming from your upper back and your chest at same time, creating a tightening vice around your abdomen and cutting your breath. You gasp, but you still manage to sit anyway, clenching your jaw. Without noticing it, your move had unplugged the wire of some electrode sticked to the back of your hand from the medical device it was attached to, triggering some frantic beeping sound.

Nearly immediately, a medic burst into the room, making you jump in surprise.

“General, you’re awake ! What have you done ?” the medic lets out in a mix of relief and confusion, reaching for the device.

“I … I’m sorry, I didn’t saw the wire …” you stutter, still out of breath and a bit lost from waking up in an unknow environment.

“It’s okay, don’t worry, it’s nothing … But you should lie down, your bacta patches are still on, and you need to rest for a few more hours before getting up.” the medic answer after he finally made the noise stop.

“I’m sorry, I’m not going anywhere, I just wanted to sit, but I’m fine …”

He came closer to examine you, then look at you insistently.

“Can you promise me that this time you will not leave that tent before being allowed to, General ?”

You felt a bit ashamed at his words, remembering the last time you disobeyed your medic’s orders after being wounded on a battlefield.

“I promise.”

“Great … The Captain told me that I shouldn’t let you get out of here before you’re completely safe and healed, and I don’t want to know what kind of chores he’ll gave me this time if that order is not followed again.”

“The Captain … Is he alright ?” you ask, suddenly remembering what happened on the battlefield.

“He is, and he asked me to tell him when you’ll wake up. Can I let him in if he ask for it ?” the man answers in a softer tone.

“Of course, you can, thank you.”

He nodded before leaving the room, and you stayed here, sat on your bed, your heart starting to beat faster in anticipation. It didn’t take long until hurrying footsteps were heard coming toward you, and for the fabric curtain delimiting the space to be moved aside, revealing the face of your beloved captain.

“Keeli !” you let out, a smile unconsciously appearing on your lips.

As soon as he saw you, his expression of concern changed into relief.

“(y/n) …” he whispers in a weak voice filled with emotion. He gets himself together quickly, and turned toward the outside to thank the medic and ask him to give you some time alone, before entering the room and closing the curtain behind him.

“Mesh’la …” he whispers again, coming closer to you, “I was so worried about you … you took two shots, it was a miracle that you were still standing … I mean, you should be dead, and … and ... I can’t believe that you ended up hurting yourself so bad for us … That’s insane, I thought that I have lost you …”

The words were escaping his mouth at the speed of the light, he wanted to tell you so many things, but he couldn’t control his voice, and his thoughts came out messily, making him feel ashamed about how harsh and reproachful they sounded.

“Is .. Is general Di alright ?” you hesitantly mutter, fearing the answer.

“Yes, he is, he is badly injured, but according to the medics he’s going to survive. But he’s going to need some close observation for the next couple days, so the decision was made to take him back to Coruscant. He owes you his life …”

“Oh thanks Maker …” you breathed out, your head falling into your hands, like if a very heavy weight had just been released from your shoulders.

You could feel that he wanted to wrap his arms around you but was too afraid to hurt you by touching a painful spot. The bed was high, and you were nearly at the same height as him, so you slowly raised your head to meet his eyes, and stretched your arm to reach his face, softly brushing the tips of your fingers against his skin. You softly smile at him, as he relaxes under your touch.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you … But I just couldn’t leave you here alone to face an inevitable death, I had to do something …” you sigh at the painful thoughts, closing your eyes to refrain the tears from flooding them, in vain.

“… I just couldn’t imagine a world without you by my side, that’s impossible, that can’t be … I just can’t live without you, you know … I love you, and I’d rather give my life for you than having to spend the rest of it alone ...”

Tears were now rolling down your cheeks, and you weren’t trying to stop them anymore. His eyes were watery too. He was so deeply moved by your words that he couldn’t answer anything. Instead, he cupped your cheeks with his hands, holding your face like if it was the most precious jewel in the whole galaxy, and placed a gentle kiss on your trembling lips.

For a moment, you forget about the war, about the corpses, about death, pain, suffering, orders. Nothing seemed to matter anymore but the feeling of his lips against yours.

“I love you too, mesh’la, more than anything … It was reckless, but you saved my life, and I just can’t express how thankful I am … I feel so lucky to have you, you have no idea …” he breathed oud, tears falling from his eyes, and a beautiful smile on his lips.

You smiled back, happier than ever to have him by your side.

“I wish I could hug you right now, but I’m not sure that it’s a good idea …”

“I don’t think neither”, you chuckle, “but I hope that we’ll catch this up later.”

“Of course, we will, as soon as possible, I promise.”

Outside of the room, you suddenly hear the distant voice of a soldier asking someone where the captain was.

“Seems like duty is calling you again ...” you said, trying to hide your disappointment in your voice.

“Yeah, seems like it, indeed …” his smile faded, and you look at each other for a few more seconds before he takes your hands in his.

“I have to go, but I’ll be back soon. Take some rest, you deserve it. And … I know that I’m rambling but … don’t forget that I love you, more than anything.”

You’ve heard these words a million times before, but it was still making your heart melt no matter what.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere, I’ll wait for you. And I like your ramblings, by the way !” you answer playfully,” I love you too, don’t forget about it neither.”

He placed a gentle and reassuring kiss on your forehead, and then he was gone, back to his men and his duty.

As you lied back on the bed, trying to ignore the pain, you think about how you just came near death once again. But you weren’t worried about it, because you knew that your most important mission has been fulfilled : to protect the life of the one you love.

#cfb2023 #vi writing #captain keeli #keeli x reader #captain keeli x reader #the clone wars #tcw keeli #star wars

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the-kittens-of-vol-tron · 10 months

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It’s Just Pretend

Chapter 4: Business Trip

AO3!

Chapter 3

First Chapter!

Word Count: 1,278

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Three Months Since Move In

“Great work on your presentation Lance.” His boss leaned against the wall of his office. A happy smile on his face.

Lance knew what that smile meant. He impressed the company that had come to visit them. They got the contract they were looking for. He matched his boss's smile. “Thank you.”

His boss placed a piece of paper down on the corner of his desk. “Little celebratory business trip. Invite your husband. All expenses paid.”

Lance stuttered as he reached for the paper. “He’s my fiance.”

His boss waved him off. “Close enough.”

“He’s not a big trip guy. He wouldn’t come even if I asked.”

The older man laughed, his voice echoing off the small space. “I’m sure he will.”

—

Lance sat down at the dinner table, grabbing his fork next to his plate. “How was work?” They had slipped into a sense of domesticity weeks ago. Lance cooked, they ate, and Keith cleaned up the kitchen.

Keith shrugged, chewing before he responded. “It was okay. My teammate isn’t pulling his weight and I’m having to pick up all the slack.” He glared down at his plate.

“You’re still designing that plane?”

Keith groaned.

“I take that as a yes.”

“We’ll never be done with it at this rate. I’m just one guy!” Keith put some food in his mouth, chewing aggressively.

Lance frowned, taking a moment to study his roommate. Keith was tired. Exhausted may be a more fitting word. The bags under his eyes were getting darker by the day and Lance swore he was getting thinner. Keith usually handled stress well but this project was killing him. Lance wished there was an opening at his company so Keith could apply.

“What’s your PTO situation?” Lance questioned as he stabbed his potatoes.

Keith looked at him.

Lance waved his fork around, “paid time off?”

“I know what PTO stands for.”

“Then why did you look at me like that?”

“Just get to the point, Lance.”

“Okay, okay,” Lance chewed on his food. “My company is paying for a trip. Business related of course. My boss said I could bring you since you’re my fiance…?”

Keith dropped his fork, “you told your job we were engaged?”

“I PANICKED!”

“LANCE!” His voice was a mix of anger and pain.

“SORRY!” Lance took a deep breath, letting the atmosphere calm down before speaking. “It just slipped out and I couldn’t take it back. But, if you want a vacation to destress you can come with me.”

Keith leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes. His breathing was heavy. “It’s okay.”

A silence grew around them, but it wasn’t tense. This wasn’t the first moment they had a mini explosion around each other. Lance knew how to handle it. “What do you need?”

The other boy slumped in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling. His arms hanging by his sides. “Space.”

Lance murmured out a quiet “okay” and stood from the table. Taking his plate and glass with him. He ate dinner on their very small balcony, his legs tucked up in front of him. His phone played a random gaming stream.

After thirty minutes the door slid open slowly, Keith standing on the other side, his face solemn. “Can…can I join you?”

Lance smiled at him closed out of the stream. “Feel free to.” He lowered his legs, as Keith sat in the chair next to him.

Keith stared out into the city, “I’m not mad.”

Lance nodded, “I know.” He followed Keith’s eyes, trying to see what he was looking at.

“I’m sorry if I came off as mad.”

“Keith,” Lance shifted his blue eyes to the other boy. Meeting dark purple. “How many times have we had this conversation?”

“Too many,” he mumbled.

“And am I ever mad?”

Keith shook his head no.

Lance smiled softly and leaned forward. Placing his hand on his knee. Offering the only physical comfort Keith was okay with in moments like this. “I’m sorry I didn’t mention it earlier. I know changes to plans are always hard for you. I’m sorry.”

Keith nodded as he processed the words. “I’m still sorry.”

Lance bobbed his head. Knowing what his roommate was about to say.

“I’m still learning social cues and how to control my outburst.”

“I know buddy. And you’re getting better. I promise. That wasn’t even that bad!” He removed his hand from his knee, “want to know what that’s called?”

Keith stared at him.

“Growth.”

Keith rolled his eyes, “shut up.”

Lance grinned, “it is!”

They exchanged small talk as the sun went down. Only going inside when the bugs began to get too active. Lance glanced at the clock around ten pm and rose from the couch. “I think I’m going to call it for the night.”

“Night Lance.”

“Night Mullet.” He placed his hand on his bedroom door. Pushing it open as Keith spoke again.

“Can I come?”

Lance leaned back some, raising his voice to travel down the hallway. “What?”

A moment. “On the trip?”

Lance smiled to himself before responding.”I’ll tell my boss tomorrow.”

—

A Month Later

“Nervous?” Lance asked from his seat on the plane. His purple neck pillow is already on his shoulders. His eye mask is sitting on his forehead.

Keith shook his head, “just never have been in business class before.”

“I’ve been in first class before but not in business.” Lance laughed. “Perks of a company trip.” Lance watched the attendant walk by and leaned back in his seat. Adjusting his headphones before promptly passing out as soon as the plane started moving.

Keith adjusted his own headphones and leaned back. Letting his eyes slip close after they reached their altitude.

An eight-hour flight later, and two decent meals for an airplane. Keith and Lance were grabbing their bags at the belt. “Where do we go from here?” Keith asked, rolling his neck.

Lance shrugged and yanked his suitcase along. “There should be a car…” his voice faded off as he stopped walking.

Keith paused his movements and looked at him. He followed his eyes. A gentleman in a black suit was standing next to a limo. Holding up a sign that said “Mr. and Mr. McClain.”

“They do know we’re supposed to be finances…right? We don’t share last names.”

Lance sighed and sent him a soft smile. “Not yet technically. But I guess my boss thinks we’ve been together long enough.” He started walking. “Let’s go, Mullet.”

Keith followed without a word. Wondering why Lance was putting on a fake smile right now. The drive to the hotel was quiet. Lance stared out the window of the car, watching the scenery pass. Keith wanted to join him but the air was tense. He was always tuned to people’s emotions, even if he didn’t understand them. And he would never understand why people hide them or put up a mask.

“Are you okay?” Keith asked after they made it to their room. Lance immediately placed the Do Not Disturb sign on the door handle.

Lance looked at him and smiled. “Yeah. Just a long flight.”

Keith nodded, swallowing around the dryness in his throat.

Lance took a couple of steps forward, his head dropping as he stopped in place. “This can’t be happening.”

Keith walked forward, his eyes going wide when he saw what his friend saw. The room was fancy. Nice shower with a tub, and huge vanity in the bathroom. A flat-screen TV, a small porch to sit on, and a dresser. Along with one thing. One detail both of them forgot about.

There was only one bed.

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Hehehehe one-bed trope :)

Thank you for reading <33333

#next chapter will be longer #it's just pretend #klance #lance mcclain #lance vld #lance voltron legendary defender #keith kogane #keith vld #keith voltron legendary defender #fake relationship #no beta #posted to a03 #long post #kats writing

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whats-wild-to-you · 1 year

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Can I request for a make-up sex scenario? Thank you!

okay, so this took a turn 😳🫣 wow …

NSFW 🍑🍆💦 🥵

READ ONLY AFTER DARK

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You rarely fought with Jay but when you did, you made sure to cause a scene. Somewhere you had read that in a healthy relationship couples should fight and makes up quickly.

Jay almost never engaged in your silly fights, as he called them, knowing that you caused them unnecessarily.

A friend of you had also told you about the make-up sex and now you needed to experience it firsthand.

After causing an unnecessary scene, Jay went on to avoid you and the confrontation but you wouldn’t let him.

“Where are you going? We’re not done!”

“I am.”

“You’re avoiding me? So you’re guilty!”

“I’m avoiding you because you’re wrong.”

“So that bitch didn’t flirt with you last night? She stopped short of giving you a lap dance when she saw me staring. What did you say? Did you tell her you have a girlfriend.”

“Yes.”

“Liar! I was watching you the whole time. You didn’t say a word. Because you liked it.”

You knew better not to go to the club with Jay, but it was also the only way to keep an eye on him.

“As if I would cheat in a club full on people who know we’re together?”

“Your car was waiting outside.”

“Stop.”

“I’m just saying, it’s easier for you to cheat than it is for me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’d have to work on a guy to get him to show interest in me and then we’d have to do it in my car because we couldn’t come here and-”

“Stop it! You’re bluffing!”

“Men flirt with me. Occasionally. I just don’t flirt back.”

“As you should!”

His last comment sparked a flame in you. So it was ok for him to flirt back but it was off-limits for you?

“Say that again?”

“You heard me.”

“I don’t think I did.”

Determined to teach him a lesson you went into your bedroom and searched your closet for your sluttiest party outfit. The one that screamed I’m single and looking to fuck.

“What are you doing?”

“I feel like going to the club!”

You answered nonchalantly, undressing in front of Jay. After you had dressed, you went to the bathroom, Jay following close behind you.

“In that outfit? You’re joking, right?”

He watched you as you brushed your thick, luscious hair and applied ruby red lipstick.

You bumped into him on your way to your closet, slipping into your 5 inch heels.

You smirked into the floor-length mirror, watching Jay who stood behind you, jaw on the floor.

Coincidentally this was the exact outfit you wore the first time you met Jay in the club. You had retired the dress after you and Jay started dating.

“Take that off! You’re not leaving the house dressed in this.”

Provocatively, you stepped closer

to him, almost whispering.

“I remember you liking it a lot back then.”

Come on, you fool! Get angry!

He pinned you down to the wall with such force, you bumped your head, wincing involuntary.

“I said take it off.”

His voice was calm, enunciating every word but he was breathing fast and his skin was red.

You glared back at him, challenging him to fly off the handle.

You had been craving angry, sloppy makeup sex for a while and now you realized you were this close to getting it.

“Let me go.”

You said through gritted teeth, trying to free your wrists from his grip. But it was nearly impossible. Jay then freed up one of his hands by grabbing both your wrists and pinning them over your head with.

The other hand grabbed your jaw, holding your head in place, making sure your eyes were on him.

“Do it, or I will!”

Finally!, you were doing mental cartwheels as you raised a perfectly tweaked eyebrow.

Jay laughed devilishly as he started ripping the dress off your body, completely destroying it, angrily throwing shreds of fabric on the floor around him.

You stood there in your underwear, while Jay was panting, anger now evident in his eyes. You stuck your tits out, challenging him to rip off your underwear as well.

You licked you lips while waiting for him to catch on and saw in real time how his anger turned into lust.

Yes! That’s it!

He mirrored your actions by licking his own lips, his eyes resting on your bouncy breasts.

I’ve been a bad girl, punish me!, your eyes pleaded with him and you smirked when he slowly began unbuttoning his pants.

He stopped short of taking them off and removed his shirt instead. Your tongue licked over his skin and erect nipples while you got rid of his pants simultaneously.

Knowing that you wouldn’t even make it to the bed, you dropped on your knees, savoring Jay’s glorious dick. His hands held your head in place, shoving it further down your throat. He continued shoving his dick in your mouth ever after you started gagging. Your eyes watered, smudging your mascara. After pulling his dick out, he made you made drop on all fours, using the belt of his jeans as a leash. You bit into it, forced to throw your head back as Jay pulled on it. You arched your back as much as you could and saw in the floor-length mirror Jay towering over you.

With his thumb he brushed over your clit, spreading your moisture, before his dick disappeared in between your wet folds.

You uttered a cry, both delighted and shocked by his aggressiveness. He moaned when he spread you cheeks and penetrated you even deeper. Every time you responded to his thrusts he would increase the pace until you were delirious and unable to even think. Reaching in between your wide-spread legs, you felt Jay’s fingers rubbing your pussy violently until you squirted. He kept drilling into you mercilessly until your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you finally orgasmed. Soon after you felt his cum coating your walls, excessively dripping on the floor.

“Wow!” You exclaimed when you came back to your senses. Jay was still hovering above you, his dick leaving drops of cum on your lower back. Slowly he helped you up to your feet and guided you to the bathroom. While you were still wobbly, your mind was exhilarated and you spoke frankly.

“You should get angry more often!”

#jay park #more soju please #park jaebum #park jaybum #park jaebeom #ask request #send me asks #asks open #anon ask #ask response #ask me anything #anon request

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faeiapalette · 1 year

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Hey, feel free to not answer to this if the asks stopped, but I just ran into it and I wanted to say shout out to you for dealing with that stuff in the most calm and logical way fr. I struggle to see any hate, negativity or even misinformation on your end that would "justify" all the load of whiny asks you got.

I admire how you analyze him in an unbiased way. I'm sorry you had to deal with the biased fans tho. To my understanding you were pointing out flaws on a flawed character and ACTUALLY treating him equally to everyone else in the game: everyone is bad, everyone has traumas, everyone has unhealthy coping mechanisms, and they have their right to have them. Yet everyone can still have good moments, good intentions and redemption. Everyone. Even Yui has her bad moments when she's fed up. And if you look into each one of the boys, every single one has some good traits to them, despite the big load of bullshit they carry due to their past trauma.

Tbh if people can't stand seeing their fav being "attacked" (which, in this case, was literally him being called out for being as flawed as everyone else, as opposed to the perfect man they see him as), they should be the ones leaving the blog or blocking you, and problem solved. If everyone can have their opinions, that should include different ones too. You weren't harming anyone directly, as 2D characters are not real people. People who get comfort from these characters can chose not to engage in these arguments, and they shouldn't if they can't handle the fact that, just like they won't change their mind, people who disagree with them most likely won't either.

People are not perfect. Characters are not made out of strengths only. Everyone is flawed, that is a reality. If anything, it's their flaws what makes their strengths shine more, but that's no reason to disregard them.

That's all I wanted to say. Hopefully you can get some peace, have a good day/night!

Tysm 🥺💗! One of the reason why i appear “calm” while dealing with all of this horrid mess is i saw this coming months ago when i saw some people’s “whitewashing” statements (and no one even bother to correct them 💀 Though i understand why, and i think you do too anon. 😅) I prep myself (mentally and physically) for the worst case scenario before posting those opinions online 👌. My blog’s main content (apart from shitposting sharing artworks and reposting) has a lot to do with analyzing the mindset of characters. (mainly using Jungian functions 🙌). They actually have a community for this category, and in that community, if one dares to reason while wearing the idolism lens… The others might or might not ̶s̶k̶i̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶p̶e̶r̶s̶o̶n̶ ̶a̶l̶i̶v̶e̶ correct that person (or sigh “not another kin/ stereo - typer.”) and it could sound brutal/ offensive to the sensitive ears, though it’s not 😬. I just learnt that from them. (Pretty out of topic but… i always thought “analyzation” is involved with logical reasoning. And logical reasoning doesn’t involve favoritism or sentimental values. Otherwise the action couldn’t be called “analyzation” or “involving logical reasoning” or “objective”. => I’m wondering if there’s anyone “analyze” things in a biased way and could that be called “analyzing”. Hmm… 🤔. Better go check the definitions again and do some researches later.) Shout out to you for saying the 2nd 3rd and 4th paragraph !!! (Omg girl let me getchu a speaker. People seriously need to hear this, and they can skip my whole take below your opinion. I don’t think i need to say anything further. 😳🙌🔊)

May your day be blessed with peace and joy too! 🌸🎊🌸

#Diabolik lovers #anon ask

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branded-perceptions · 3 months

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Have you ever wondered why we via advertisings' "brand love" of economic go(o)d(s)🤥😷😇 and social reputations🎭 tend to communicate such indirect bra(i)nde(a)d fantasy values that are so detached🎈 from via introspective 🎶"TEJANO BLUE - CIGARETTES AFTER SEX" discussing, caring for and innovating all our daily causal touch (🎵WE WANTED TO FUCK WITH REAL LOVE)

that we all interact with in societies' shared relations (🎵WANTED IT SWEET, SO PURE AND WARM)

with the One objective causal reality (🎵NEVER ONLY SLEEPING OVER)?

It is the very same reason why,

if you analyse all the data of dating apps and similar,

so many tend to engage in indirect forms or due lack of authenticity not clearly expressed intends of communication unwillingly loosing a shared dialogue of direct communications without actually communicating much about themselves.

It is because we all,

as seen via by that bent economic markets (youtube video of 🎥"30 ways society fucks you in the ass Actualized.org")

tend to care about how "the perceptional input of the objective world makes us feel SUBJECTIVELY" instead of calibrating our subjective feelings, desires and out of this resulting motivations upon a more rational handling of the shared objective world (🎵WE WANTED TO FUCK LIKE ALL THE TIME)

that we all interpret in different ways in our different daily lives' mental construct "flights" (🎵AND WHEN YOU GOT BACK FROM YOUR FLIGHT)

which is hard to handle if not discussed directly (🎵IT WAS THE FIRST THING WE DID)

and bluntly: 🎥"Dr. Gabor Mate about authenticity vs. attachement".

Similar like we in dating especially as teenagers naturally tend to confuse

A) subjective infatuation with our perceptions of someone or our ourselves and the interpretational relation of our mind constructs' via by identity reputationally🎭 masked😷 symbolic🎅 convergerted object relations❤️🧭❤️ psychological ID🍌💦 desires

with

B) the directly communicated longing for a shared calm physical presence of being bored together (🎵AND WHEN YOU SAY YOU WANT IT ALL) in a playful dialectic more carefree way authentically (🎵I KNOW YOU WANT IT ALL) expressing, processing and via focus on causal presence transcending "opposing" emotional experiences and thoughts and masked😷 mind🤓 constructs🤡💄 (🎵BABY, TAKE IT ALL FROM ME) with each other in a in presence of metaphorical most basic floor of causal reality anchored shared direct communicative introspection (🎵AND WHEN YOU DRAG ME ON THE FLOOR AND THE BLUE TEJANO'S ON)

in similar ways we as collective (🎵YOU KEEP YOUR EYES ON ME)

incentive streams🐟🐟🐟 (🎵GET IN THE WAVES) tend to confuse

A) our mimetically outsourced ego functions' sadomasochistically [🎵GET IN YOUR LEATHER: 🔍big food and big pharma killing for profits "positively" due repressed Jungian shadows🍑 = 🔍Gary Vee talks about his father slapping his ass🍑👋] entraining subjective infatuations' by money incentives of investment markets emanated emotional fluctuations brain waves (🎵GET IN THE WAVES LIKE IT WAS THE FIRST TIME) with social customs and group-identities and explanatory mind constructs

B) with blunt direct Occam's Razor introspective dialectic problem solving about objective causalities' relation to all our globally quite similar most essential life forces' collective resonance with direction of intuitive pattern recognition about all our diverse social constructs🎅 behavioural ritualism🎁 which are nothing but diverse emanated forms of us subjectively motivating "love" that we all collectively

as shared👑 regulation🥜 of how🎅 we mimetically🐟🐟🐟 incentivise🧭❤️🧭 our impulsive psychological ID🍌💦 whistles

need to via some shared "wasted time"

[[boredom opening possibilities of otherwise due lack of metacognition rather not so really existent free will💉 and dialectic problem solving: fixing the mimetic reward of our prioritisation in mental linguistic software pattern (#rhymes) over the decades via more attentive focus can accelerate causal innovation and actual causal effects of productivity in unimaginable ways (to properly use AI and robotics and more responsibly handle technologies like mRNA we need more social imagination) while non-contradictorily the desired daily lives of many become less stressed and more "boring" and secure (#staySafe🤥😷😇) ... a focus on socially shared causal presence in the here and now: 🎵I WILL ALWAYS MAKE IT FEEL LIKE YOU WERE THE LAST ONE]]

discuss, introspect and reflect more about our collective motivational🧭❤️🧭 directions🧠👅🧠 more habitually:

🎵BLESS YOUR HEART, MAKE YOU PART OF MINE FOREVER AND ALWAYS

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jacksonalexandeblog · 1 year

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The Essentials of Restaurant Customer Service

Restaurant customer service is one of the most important aspects of running a successful business. It’s essential to provide great service to keep customers coming back, and to make sure that they have an enjoyable dining experience. Here are some tips for providing stellar customer service in your restaurant.

How to handle rude customers

When you're working in a mexican food near me, it's important to be polite to your customers. However, sometimes people can be rude without even realising it. Here are some tips on how to handle rude customers:

1. Start by being polite and friendly. A good attitude will go a long way in preventing any conflicts from arising.

2. If the customer continues to be rude, try to cease communication. It's best not to engage them in an argument, as this only likely will make the situation worse.

3. If the customer is causing a disturbance or is otherwise causing a problem, then you may need to ask them to leave. Depending on your situation and judgement, you may choose to contact security or the police if necessary.

The best way to deal with difficult customers

One of the most common challenges restaurant managers face is dealing with difficult customers. Difficult customers can be disruptive, unruly, and even hostile. When these kinds of customers frequent your business, it can make your job significantly more difficult.

There are a few simple tips you can use to deal with difficult customers without resorting to anger or confrontation. First, always be polite and respectful. This will help foster a relationship with the customer that may be more productive down the road. Additionally, keep a calm demeanour and avoid getting drawn into a heated argument. If the situation becomes too difficult, it may be best to politely ask the customer to leave.

Restaurant managers should also remember that they have a responsibility to their employees as well. When a difficult customer is causing trouble, it can disrupt the work environment and ultimately lead to injuries. It’s important to take steps to protect your employees from potential harm and ensure that their work is not adversely affected by a difficult individual customer.

How to handle complaints

When you're a business owner, you know that one of the most important things you can do is keep your customers happy. That's why it's so important to have good customer service.

One way to make sure that your customers are happy is to handle complaints effectively. Here are some tips for doing just that:

1. Listen attentively. When a customer complains, be sure to listen carefully and understand their concerns. Show that you're taking their concerns seriously by addressing them directly and solving the problem as quickly as possible.

2. Be apologetic and take responsibility. When a complaint arises, always be apologetic and take responsibility for what happened. Make it clear that you're sorry for any inconvenience or pain that your customer may have experienced.

3. Offer a solution or refund. If the complaint is related to something that you can't control, offer them a solution or refund. For example, if the customer's food was cold when they arrived, offer them a free meal as an apology.

4. Follow up with the customer. After resolving the complaint, make sure to follow up with the customer to make sure they're satisfied with seafood near me the outcome and to answer any additional questions they may have

Tips for making the customer experience better

1. Always be approachable. Make eye contact, and smile. You'll make a customer feel appreciated and welcome.

2. Be knowledgeable about your menu. If you're not familiar with a dish, ask the customer what they recommend.

3. Know your wine list and order something interesting if you have the opportunity.

4. Be patient with customers who are indecisive or slow to make a decision. Let them take their time, and don't rush them unnecessarily.

5.Be aware of your surroundings and be on the lookout for potential problems or issues that may arise. If something feels wrong, say so! Keep your customers safe and happy at all times.

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dinosaurtsukki · 3 years

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fukuzawa, mori, and fyodor seeing their independent f/s!o crying for the first time

@aida690adriana: Hello. Can I ask for headcannons for Fukuzawa Yukichi, Mori Ogai, Fyodor Dostoyevsky (separately) and their strong and independent fem!s/o, who cried for the first time in his memory? S/o started crying from some trifle (for example, a waiter in a cafe was rude to her). This incident was the last straw, before that she always suppressed tears and did not allow herself to cry, so that she would not be considered weak. Please.

a/n: ooooh ngl this is a bit of a challenging one for me but i have been meaning to write for both fukuzawa and mori, and ofc fyodor is one of my faves so lets go!!

he has always been impressed by your independence and ability to take care of yourself

he's a busy man and as much as he would like to have the time to take care of you more, sadly his work doesn't allow it

although he admires your ability to hold your own, he sometimes worries that you don't truly feel free about expressing your emotions but he's not quite sure about breaching the topic with you yet

fukuzawa used to be apprehensive about you working with him in the ADA but you were just amazing at talking and negotiating with clients that he found your services valuable in the end

a lot of the ADA members look up to you and ask you for help sometimes so you have that reputation

but because of that, you would often pressure yourself to keep up such appearances because you're scared of letting your partner and the other ADA members down

it just so happened that you were having an extremely stressful work day since most of the ADA members were on a mission and you had to take on a lot of clients

one in particular was giving you a hard time and challenging your expertise, asking repeatedly to talk to fukuzawa even though he was out

you were in desperate need of a breather afterwards so you locked yourself in the supply closet out of fear of anyone seeing you cry

the agency office was basically empty at the end of the day but fukuzawa actually came back to fetch something from his office and he couldn't mistake the sounds of you crying in the supply closet

you practically jumped when he opened the door and fukuzawa was just as surprised as you are

the two of you were staring at each other for a bit before he asks "wouldn't you rather stay in my office?"

he knows you don't quite want to talk about things yet so he'll clear the couch in the room for you, set a box of tissues on the coffee table, and busy himself with making tea

and then when you start talking and apologizing about crying in the supply closet he's honestly surprised

fukuzawa would definitely be sweet and reassuring with you and say that even though he's amazed by your independence he doesn't want you to force yourself to be that all the time

"i know that the ADA work is very stressful so feel free to use my office to take a breather anytime"

during work, he sometimes takes the time to check in on you and even makes you coffee in the morning and afternoon

one of the things mori always loved about you was your independence and ability to stand up for yourself. you were rarely shaken by other people

he was always impressed watching you handle things by yourself whenever the two of you were dealing with other organization heads in yokohama

you did know what you were getting into when you got into a relationship with the boss of the port mafia so you didn't want to be someone who'd weigh him down

and that's why you also tried to be useful with mori's work

whenever you had a meeting or an event to attend, you'd have to go to the bathroom to take time and collect yourself before engaging with people

mori prides himself at being good at reading people's feelings and he definitely notices this from you

he's not the type to push things unless you initiate them. but sometimes he finds time to usher you away so you have time to breathe

whenever you and mori go to events you always encounter a rude guest or two who'd question your place by the port mafia boss's side

usually you're able to argue with them until they're unable to speak but you're exhausted by the night you've had and the rude guest is just picking you apart

finally, you just can't take it from them anymore and rush to the bathroom

mori, of course, notices your absence decides to wait for you outside while you're trying to fix yourself and make it look like you weren't crying

your eyes are still red when you decide to leave the bathroom and of course you're shocked to see mori out there

he doesn't miss the look on your face and quickly asks about what happened

you're a bit intimidated being so vulnerable in front of mori but he wraps an arm around your waist and takes you somewhere quieter where you reluctantly talk about what was bothering you

after you finish talking mori just gently puts his hands on your shoulders

"do you want me to take care of them for you?"

despite how dangerous his voice sounds you end up laughing at that and mori's kind of puzzled but relieved to see you feel slightly better

he reassures you with the fact that you don't have to involve yourself with mafia work and he won't love you any less for it UwU

you were always drawn to fyodor because of how easily he was able to read you and connect with your thoughts

it's something that you found useful in your relationship since you weren't used to openly communicating your thoughts or emotions and because of that you came off as more 'independent' to other people

when you're around him you actually find yourself relaxing a little because he has a good handle on what you're feeling or what you really want

he likes to assure you that he doesn't mind you being vulnerable around him or asking for help (that is if he's not busy with his usual work)

one of the downsides to being with fyodor though was that he was always busy and the two of you could only go on dates around once or twice a month

so whenever he invited you for dinner it was always a big deal for you and you especially looked forward to them so you liked to spend a bit of time getting ready

it was no surprise when fyodor texted that he was going to be a bit late. you were used to it since he had stuff to do and you pulled up your phone or a book to pass the time while waiting at the table

you booked the reservation in advance anticipating this and you thought it was fine but then you noticed that one of the waiters would visit your table a bit too often

at first the questions sounded like concern 'are you alright? is there anything you'd like to order first?' but then they later became a bit more pushy

then they started making side comments about how your date maybe just ditched you and that you should go home already even though you knew very well fyodor was on his way

eventually, it became a bit much and their comments got to you so you started getting ready to leave while quietly blinking back tears when fyodor finally shows up

he's concerned when he sees your teary face which you quickly try to conceal but he strokes your hand gently to try to calm you down

immediately he suspects that it was because of something someone says and as much as he wants to hurt them, fyodor knows that you need the attention first

when you apologize for crying in front of him, he just blinks and says that you never have to apologize for doing that

he's not the best at comforting in general but he gently asks if you would rather order and eat at home with him instead

fyodor knows you missed him a lot (and he missed you but he's not gonna say that out loud yet) so he pays more attention to you for the rest of the night

he makes it a point now to arrive at dinner dates a bit earlier

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hellooo! this is the first time i request something from a blog :D could i request headcanons of diluc, scara, kazuha and xiao when their s/o tells them they're pregnant and possibly how they'd get used to having a kid? tyy! dont forget to take breaks and relax!

Literally baby-sized trouble.

summary: you're pregnant! how does he react to the news and how do the get used to your child? includes: diluc (26 bullet points), scaramouche (24 bullet points), kazuha (17 bullet points) and xiao (35 bullet points) warnings: fem!reader, pregnancy, children, non-explicit/non described giving birth, mostly fluff with a little bit of hurt/comfort and angst. format: headcanons thank you for your request!! this was so fun to write! >< imagining the characters being soft with children is just so cute :") i specially like these four a lot >< when i wrote this i was in a xiao mood if it wasn't obvious that his turned out longer than everyone else's lol, and it's also the first time i write for kazuha so it was shorter than the others, but i think his is the sweetest ><! i hope you enjoy it! ps. the names and meanings- i got them from google, feel free to correct me if there's anything wrong with them ><

Diluc

He's going to stop functioning the moment he hears the news from you.

Literally, he's still as a rock and completely taken by surprise.

He... can't say he'd never wanted children. He's pretty traditional and, since he has this beautiful relationship with you, he assumed it might happen sometime in the future.

But oops guess it will have to happen in the close future, since you're already pregnant.

After staring at you with widened eyes for a while, he speaks up: "...is... is it true?" You hold his hands on yours with a smile on your face, nodding. "Yes, Diluc. We're going to be parents." Hearing your words, he starts to tear up as he hugs you, his touch almost hesitant, as if you were so fragile he could break you if he wasn't careful. "...thank you." He'd whisper between silent tears, hiding his face from your sight.

Very supportive and very protective!

You will have the most comfortable of pregnancies. He will make sure you don't need to move a single muscle to get anything you want.

If the two of you aren't married or engaged yet, he's going to propose to you very soon, keep that in mind ><

He starts reading every book he can find on pregnancies and babies so that he knows what to do to help you when you give birth and how to take care of his child once they're born ><

You have to convince him that yes, you can go and eat in the dining room and you don't need to eat everything in your room or stay in bed all day and yes, you can still do most things and no, he doesn't have to worry so much.

But yeah, in later stages of your pregnancy he gets more overprotective because he doesn't want anything to hurt you or your baby :(

He couldn't be calm enough while you gave birth and had to wait outside of the room, which only made him more nervous </3

But when he finally held your little baby on his arms for the first time, he broke down crying.

You two had a boy! He looked a lot like him, too... with the red hair and eyes... so cute...

He's not sure of what to name him, he'd thought of some names before, but they all disappeared when he saw the little bundle of joy in his arms;;

So you two will have to think about a name again!

In the end, you settle for Felix; name meaning "happy" or "lucky"!

Diluc is a very busy man, but he still does his best to be there for you and his son as much as possible!

He's also not very sure as to how he should interact with him...

But he does know he LOVES playing with him as soon as he starts to understand how to play with his toys.

But... there are not so cute parts about having a kid, after all.

At times, he worries whether or not he'll be able to be there enough for him.

He wonders if he can be a good father, given how awkward he is with his emotions.

What if when Felix grows up he starts hating him for being absent? He wouldn't be able to stand it.

You always reassure him as you both put the baby to sleep on his crib.

All Diluc wants is for his son to have a happy childhood and a loving family, but worries he won't be good enough of a father.

However, when Felix's first word is "'iluc!" as he stretches out his tiny arms towards him, he thinks that maybe, just maybe, he can do this right.

Scaramouche

He thought you were joking, so he laughed.

When you didn't laugh along with him and was met with your blank face, he understood you were serious.

He never even thought he'd be with anyone in a relationship before you came along, let alone have a child with anyone... So he's obviously very shocked and confused as to how to proceed.

After an awkward moment of staring at each other, he cleared his throat and crossed his arms, looking at you with an equally blank face. "So? What do you want me to do about it?" "H-huh?" "In the sense of- what do you want to do? Keep it or not." You huffed, and when he heard your determinated answer, he sighed and gave your head some soft pats. "Alright, alright, whatever you want, I guess."

Okay listen here- it's not like doesn't care but it isn't like he cares so much either...

This man would do anything for you, really, and that's what happens.

He does anything and everything for you, because he's worried about you and not necessarily about the baby you're carrying.

It's not like he hates children- because you can't hate anything you don't perceive as equal or superior to you and a baby ceirtainly isn't either for him-

It's more like he doesn't know what to do with them because he's never been around children enough to understand them.

He's overall very indifferent towards the child ngl.

Then he sees you cradling your baby -a girl- in your arms and his mind just... goes blank. Huh, so that's what a human looks like right after being born.

Your little daughter looks more like him than she looks like you, sorry. But he can clearly see on her face some factions that will look like yours as she grows up.

But...

"Now what?"

He'll help you look after her however he can, since he doesn't want you to be too tired because he never knows when he'll have to leave for weeks or even months without notice.

He's not entirely cold or indifferent towards her, even if sometimes he might resent her a bit for taking away some of your attention.

But like when you were choosing a name for her, he gave a few suggestions and in the end you choose one of the names he thought of!

Her name is Hikari, name meaning "light"!

Due to the nature of his job, he doesn't want to be seen around either of you at the moment in public. It would only put a target on your backs.

And it takes a long, long while for him to warm up to her.

It disheartens you a little, but when you see him looking down at Hikari's sleeping form on the crib, softly poking her cheek with a strangely child-like curiosity on his eyes, you feel at ease.

And he thinks that he can probably handle this parenting thing better than he ever expected. Maybe it's not that bad, after all.

Ceirtainly, he thinks, as he holds her in his arms one day after she spoke her first word to him, this parenting thing is not really that bad.

(Her first word was "papa!")

Be ready, because once he gets attached to your daughter he won't stop spoiling her!

Kazuha

"Are you sure, love?" "Yes, I'm sure. We're having a child!" A smile painted itself on his face as he leaned in to kiss your forehead. "I hope I can be a good father for them."

So the Kaedehara family is getting a new member, huh!

Not that there's much left to his name, especially now that he's a fugitive... but he's excited nonetheless!

Although he's not one to settle down for long, he will make an effort for both you and the child, since it's not good for someone who's pregnant to wander around.

He's very protective, but not in an overbearing way! He simply wants you to take it easy and relax, he can take care of everything else on his own!

That being said, he's not rich like Diluc or Scaramouche, so he's also going to work harder than ever to get everything you or the baby need in advance so that neither of you have to stress out!

He's the one who takes it better out of everyone here, he's not extremely worried or outright indifferent, he's simply worried enough, excited and happy!

He already knew you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, so the idea of having a child with you didn't scare him or intimidate him in the slightest!

He's still a bit worried, though.

He is a wanted fugitive in his homeland, after all...

He can only do so much and wish for the situation in Inazuma to change soon, so that he can take both you and his child to see the places he loved to spend his time at when he was a child.

But for now, he's happy enough simply holding his child on his arms, sitting next to you in your small shared home.

You have a girl too! She has Kazuha's hair color and your eye color, she's super adorable ><

He wants you to name her, and you both agree on naming her Izumi, meaning fountain or spring!

"Kaedehara Izumi... it has a nice ring to it." He'd say, smiling down at her.

While Kazuha enjoys travelling more than anything in this world, he's reticent to leave you and your daughter alone or even bring you along with him. So he stays around for as long as you need it.

He will talk a lot to her all the time, so don't be surprised when she picks up very complicated, flowery words from a young age!

He wants her to grow up to be free as the wind and be able to do whatever she wants without fear, so he wants to do his best to be a good father for her!

Xiao

You can practically see the panic on his face when you tell him the news.

It's the most scared you've ever seen him be, and you've been there to help him through his karmic debt.

So yeah, he takes it the worst out of everyone.

"I'm not mad." He manages to tell you before disappearing to somewhere else in a panicked haze, he needs to sort out his emotions quickly before he can properly talk to you about it. The last thing he saw before he disappeared was your eyes, glinting with sadness. And that only made him feel worse if that was even possible.

It takes him the whole day to come to terms with his feelings on your pregnancy and finally face you again.

He's really, really afraid of hurting you and your child. Not to mention he fears he might've passed some kind of curse from his karma to either of you through the pregnancy :(

Like he said, he isn't mad. He's just scared.

He... he literally never, never thought he would get to be a father.

Family was a foreign concept to him, as were a lot of other things you've slowly helped him understand throughout your time together, so knowing he can have one of his own now... makes him happy, and scared, at the same ime.

He's worse than Diluc when it comes to protecting you and worrying about you.

He won't let you do anything alone, even if he doesn't want to be near you because he doesn't want the karma to harm you or your child in such a vulnerable moment of your lives.

Okay so that aside-

How do people care for babies?

What is he exactly supposed to do?

And- do half-adepti babies need any sort of special treatment in comparison to human babies?

He has no idea on what to do if it doesn't involve a physical fight with a tangible foe, so he goes asking for advice to everyone he knows that could have knowledge on that field.

Verr Goldet and Ganyu are a great help for him. Xiao listens with attention to everything they have to say and asks everything he doesn't understand.

Ganyu tells him about her own experience growing up as half-human so that he can understand what raising a half-human, half-illuminated beast baby might entail.

He also goes to Zhongli for advice and he gets more of the same advice he's already heard, along with many, many reassurances that sound like everything you already tell him every day.

He's very worried, but as the months go by and your child's birth comes closer, he can't help but feel a little excited about it.

Everyone who knows him is happy to see him openly happy for a change on those small moments when he gets excited about his new family with you.

When your child is born, Xiao doesn't want to hold him. It took too much willpower to stay as close as he was right now, standing next to your bed as you held your baby in your arms.

He was so adorable, so small, so fragile, so pure- Xiao was afraid of touching him and breaking or tainting him--

He was already crying, he'd started crying the moment he saw you holding your son for the first time.

He feels so... strange. He's crying, but this isn't a painful, or sad feeling. He feels... happy, but scared, but...

The feeling starts to make some sense to him when he finally convinces himself that it's okay for him to hold the little boy in his arms, when he stares with awe at his face.

The baby looks a lot like the both of you. Arguably, more like him, since he has the same hair and the same bright eyes, but in his face all he can see is you.

And he cries more.

You both named him Liàng, name meaning brilliant!

Xiao does his best to try and get used to parenting, and it gets hard at times.

But he tries, and that's all that matters. He tries to be a good father, and is always there to protect both you and your son from anything trying to harm you.

Even though he was so scared at first, you know he loves the new family you've formed together.

Especially when you catch him trying to hold a conversation with your son, sitting down on the bed next to him as he toys with a soft teddy bear, the two of them surrounded by pillows.

The soft look and smile he wears while he does so tells you that everything is going to be alright.

The three of you are going to be alright, and Xiao wants to make sure of it.

His son will never have to live what he lived or see what he saw. He will make sure of that, no matter what.

#diluc x reader #scaramouche x reader #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #xiao x reader #melodywritings #melwritesgenshin #tw: children #tw: pregnancy

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avintagekiss24 · 3 years

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—you can pretend you don’t miss me; bucky barnes

pairing: tfatws!bucky barnes x black!reader

word count: 4049

warnings: 18+ ONLY, knife kink, vaginal fingering, orgasm denial, tiny bit of blood, attempted murder

challenge: @cockslut-padalecki a decade under the influence “what if I can’t forget you? I’ll burn your name into my throat”

request: bucky barnes + “i have a feeling i’m gonna get lucky tonight” + orgasm denial

author note: surprise! it didn’t take me two months to write something sjsksjs please enjoy fic #3 of my 5/5.5k follower celebration! also another quick congrats to lisa for hitting 10k!!

inspired by this art ; gif by @zacharylevis ; line divider by @firefly-graphics ; title inspired by billie eilish bitches broken hearts

The taste of bourbon and cigarettes is on his lips and tongue as he licks into your mouth. He moans into you, fingers digging into the meat of your thigh as he hooks your leg right around his waist. Your back is up against the heavy door of his apartment, fingers in soft brown hair, wet lips smacking and sucking, teeth nibbling on his swollen, red bottom lip. He laughs, relaxing into your kiss and lips and teeth as he anchors your weight in his metal hand, flesh hand rummaging in his almost too tight black jeans for his door key.

There’s a smirk on your face as you pull away from him. Your lips are still touching. Foreheads resting on one another's. Eyes a little shy, only connecting for fractions of seconds before they’re on the floor or a pair of lips. The jingle of keys fills the hallway, then the thunk of one as it pushes into the slot and stops hard against the rusted metal of the lock. The deadbolt slaps back into the door and with a push of his foot, and a little help from your weight being pinned against it, the swollen door scrapes against the frame as it pops open, swinging back into the wall.

Bucky slips his hands down your sides, grips your hips tight as he starts to back you inside. They stay there, those hands, as his eyes bounce back and forth between yours and dip down to your mouth where he licks his lips and catches his bottom lip between his teeth, like he’s fantasizing about wanting to feel them again. A metal hand cups your face, his palm warm as he sweeps his thumb along your cheek.

His tongue sneaks out just before your lips meet again to tease the roof of your mouth before he grabs your top lip between his. You both inhale deep, breathing each other in, a concoction of soft and sweet and smoke and warmth.

You’re not sure who moves first, whether Bucky is pushing or you’re pulling— probably a little of both— but you’re inside of his apartment before you know it. The door slams shut. Your leather jacket slips off your shoulders and hits the hardwood floor as you back further inside.

Fingers and hands are everywhere. Yanking at shirts, popping buttons, pulling zippers as lips get more desperate. You back into a set of bar stools, knocking them around just a little as you stumble and catch yourself, throwing your head back as laughter spills from you. Bucky pushes out a breath and a small laugh while he eyes you all hungry like as he pulls at his boots.

You tease him a little, putting those feminine wiles to good use— tilt your head, twist your hair around your fingers, push your tits forward. With your shirt crumpled on the floor, the titanium bars pushed through your nipples catch the soft pink, blue, and purple lights of the neon signs pouring in through the kitchen windows through the sheer mesh bralette covering your chest.

Bucky looks a mess. Hair all over his head, pants open— the band of his Hugo Boss boxers peeking out— plain black t-shirt now in a rumpled pile on the floor. His footsteps heavy as he stalks towards you. He stops short, wraps black and gold fingers around your wrist and yanks, collecting you again to crush your soft body against his hard one.

You tilt your head up towards him, eyes turning to slits, lips brushing against his as manicured fingertips push just inside his jeans. Soft tips sweep over a rigid cock, the size making a sly smile curl onto your face. This one is full of surprises.

“Well well,” you purr, kissing him quick, wet and loud, never taking your eyes off him, “I have a feeling I’m gonna get lucky tonight.”

A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest, a breath pushing out through his nose as a lopsided grin paints his handsome face, “Aren’t you a smart girl.”

You curl your fingers around his neck, digging the tips into his messy hair and draw him in— dragging the wet velvet of your tongue over his mouth real slow, watching as his eyes close, “You, bed,” you instruct, “Me, bathroom.”

Footsteps fill the quiet, surprisingly lived-in apartment, the clicks of your heels and his heavy thumps as he pulls you towards the bed. He just points off to his left as he falls onto the mattress, resting a leaden head on a wide palm as he settles in. Eyes blinking at you slow as you disappear behind a white door.

The bathroom is immaculate. White. Sterile. Nothing out of place— very military of him. You undress slowly, removing your shoes one by one before moving on to your jeans, leaving you in nothing but a see through bra, waist high panties— and a black leather ankle holster housing your six inch, hand crafted, butterfly knife.

You lift your foot, place it on the white countertop and slip the blade from the holster before carefully, quietly undoing the straps. Taking a deep breath, you stand up a little straighter, roll your neck and shoulders as you stare back at your reflection. The pony tail comes down, silky hair falling over your shoulders and down your back— best fifteen hundred bucks you’ve ever spent on yourself.

Gotta look good on the day you finally get to kill the Winter Soldier.

With a soft flick of your wrist, the blade flips out and you can’t help but run a manicured finger over the edge, pressing the sharp point into the pad. You find yourself in the mirror again and tilt your head a little as your brain goes a little empty— except for maybe one thought.

You wanna fuck him. You’ve earned it, and regrettably so, you find Bucky Barnes sort of interesting. Funny. Engaging when prodded a bit but still somehow deadpan and aloof.

His huge cock doesn’t help matters either.

You sigh, oh well.

The door clicks as you open it and pass through. You keep your hands behind your back as your body softens— sinks into itself a little. Hair falls in your face as you feign shyness, batting big, soft brown eyes and sinking your teeth into an ample bottom lip.

Bucky took the time to get completely naked. Hard cock gripped in his flesh palm, slow drags from the base to the glistening tip.

God, you really kinda wish you could fuck this man.

“Come ‘ere.”

An outstretched metal hand accompanies the gentle beckoning. You move soft, a small sound of your feet sinking into the carpet before you reach out with your empty hand and slide it into warm metal, using the sturdy grip to hoist yourself up and over his stomach.

His hands find your hips— big, warm, manly hands. They slip upwards just a bit to grip the soft of your sides. Move down again for thick fingers to graze over your ass and tickle the backs of your naked thighs. Still, you palm the handle of your knife tight and high, in the small of your back, as you use your free hand to push the dark strands of hair out of your face.

Bucky’s eyes meet yours when his fingers push between your parted legs, finding a wet spot in those mesh panties. You inhale deep, blinking back at him as his fingers keep a sweet little rhythm back and forth against your cunt. Hips defy your brain and push forward into those fingers— wanting just a little more.

Maybe you can wait… maybe until after...

You lean forward before your brain can finish stringing the words together— you have to or you’d lose all your nerve and give into that weak devil telling you to taste the sin. Let him spread you open until it hurts. Your mouth finds his hot and swollen and you kiss him hard, so hard he groans into it. You pull back just enough to lick his mouth again, eyes bouncing between his.

“What’re you waitin’ for, sweetheart? You need more of an invitation than this?” Bucky asks low and slow, pushing his cock right into your ass as his fingers creep inside your panties.

You smile, real nice and sweet before swooping the arm from behind your back to push the knife into his neck, “Oh nothing, baby,” you purr, “Just waiting for the right time to kill you is all.”

You lean back a little to see his face, tipping your head to the side. He’s pretty calm for a guy who’s minutes away from bleeding out on his own bed— but he is an assassin. Not much can shake him— should shake him.

Bucky blinks slow at you, hands coming to rest by his sides. His eyes don’t widen, pupils don’t dilate. Steady breathing stays just the same— he doesn’t even shift uncomfortably. Just blinks back at you. Slow. Easy. Without a fucking care in the goddamn world.

An angry heat blooms across your skin at his nonchalance as the seconds tick by. Your chest starts to rise and fall a little harder. Your eyes start to bounce between his as you suck your teeth in indignation, “You don’t remember me, do you?”

A blink is all you get.

“Of course you don’t,” you hiss, “Why would you? I was just one of many in the wrong place at the wrong time, right?” Your grip on the handle of the knife tightens as you push it harder against his skin— this time he swallows, “Who cares how many innocent lives you’ve destroyed as long as you got what you wanted.”

He still doesn’t say a word, doesn’t flinch, doesn’t react. Just stares up at you as you crack, laughing angrily as you take his silence mockingly, “Well, I couldn’t fuckin’ forget you. Eight years. Eight years of living in absolute terror that you’d come back for me.” You’re seething now, eyes wild, breath coming harder and faster than the one before it, “Constantly looking over my shoulder, jumping at every bark of a dog and clink of keys and slam of a car door outside my apartment— do you know how it feels to live like that? Huh? Expecting to die every second of every hour of every goddamn day?”

Another silence drops over the room and it’s just the two of you staring at each other. You’re not even sure why he isn’t fighting back— why he’s just lying there and then it hits you, like a ton of bricks.

Of course he knows what it’s like to live like this. He’s used to it.

A trickle of blood slips down the side of his neck, the singular plop staining the white sheets below, “I’ve never thought about after— once you’re dead. What if I can’t forget you? I’ve spent so long hating you— it’s, it’s like by killing you, I’ll burn your name into my throat, you know? You’ll always just,” you tilt your head, digging the knife in a little harder, “Be there. With me always.”

The funniest thing happens as soon as the words slip through your teeth. His lips start to twitch. Curl into a smile— one where those pearly whites are on display— and then he’s laughing. Like someone just told a fucking joke.

It makes you recoil. Makes you squint and has your face twist in confusion, lips separating as a heavy breath passes through.

“Well,” he finally purrs, the laughter rumbling through his chest dying down, “Go ‘head, honey.”

When you hesitate, he pushes his chin forward, arch’s his head back to put his neck on full display, “Come on, baby. Don’t get my hopes up and not follow through.”

“You’re insane.” You hiss.

He leans up a little, another smile curling onto his lips, “In this business, you gotta be.”

The words stick in air like glue as he settles back into the pillow below his head, blue eyes twinkling underneath the soft neon lights pouring in through the windows.

He’s fucking with you. Just do it. The words echo, knocking around your brain as you stare down at him, blade still shoved into the crease of his neck. Another drop of blood plops onto the sheets below. Your lip snarls slightly, eyes narrowing as heat flashes across your skin again. He’s mocking you. After everything he’s done, all the pain— the fear.

You inhale deep, grip the handle so hard your nails dig into your palm and instinct takes over. The hatred, the built up aggression and vitriol guiding your hand, about to slash that pretty thick neck wide open. You are more than ready to see a deep red stain white sheets and blue eyes lose all of the life he’s built into them and fade away into nothingness. Just when you’re about to make your eight year long dream come true, it all flashes before your eyes.

Within a blink— half of a blink— you're off his lap, slammed up against the wall opposite the bed, warm flesh hand around your throat. You gasp hard, nearly choking on the air you can’t grab as you start to struggle, slapping at his face before swinging the knife wildly.

Bucky catches your arm with ease, squeezing your hand until you’re grunting and hissing in pain, grip relaxing around the metal. You blink again, and your knife is now pressed against your throat as you growl, struggling to no avail.

“You’re lucky baby,” he mutters, “Nobody survives that long while holding a knife to my throat.” He kisses you hard, digging his teeth into your bottom lip to drag it back with him when he pulls away, “You’re a cutie tho, so, you get a little reprieve.”

He leans back in real close, eyes roaming along your face as his head tilts, breathing easy. Staring back at him, lip curling again as you huff hard, angry breaths beating out of your nose. But your hands have come to rest on his arms. You can feel the blood coursing through the vein that’s popped out right down the center of his bicep. Your fingers flex around metal and muscle, goosebumps rising on your skin as the cool air conditioning tickles hot skin.

“Of course I remember you,” he whispers after a long time— too long, “I remember each and every face of the last seventy years,” his eyes bounce between yours, “I knew exactly who you were as soon as you popped up on that stupid dating app.”

Another sharp influx of air squeezes out of your throat when he drags the tip of your knife underneath your chin, down the length of your throat, down your chest. Slips it along your stomach before pushing it into the mesh that covers your chest. A flick of his wrist and you’re bare, the thin material giving way to the blade.

Your chest heaves, eyes wide, lips parting as the tip of that blade scrapes along your skin— right between your tits. Brown eyes drop to his red, wet lips quick, then shoot back to focus on his piercing blues.

“I wasn’t sure at first what you wanted,” he whispers, flattening the blade over a piqued nipple, clinking against the metal bar piercing your thick flesh, “If you recognized me after all this time— I mean, with the new hair and everything.”

A hum sounds at the back of your throat, trembling and airy and Bucky picks it up right away— another smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. The fingers around your throat peel away slowly but he watches you all the while, fire behind his eyes as he tests you.

“You’re a good little actress,” words still soft but full— maybe amazed that you were able to get as close as you did, “But you knew that already, huh?”

You swallow hard, eyes tipping down to watch his fingers drift down your arm. Light little touches, “You have to be when born— ah,” the edge of the knife catches your thick nipple as he slides it across your tit.

He kisses you again, real sweet this time though. Tongue sweeping along your bottom lip as both his encase it, “I’m sorry baby. You were saying?”

Flesh fingers dance along your stomach, sweeping from hip to hip. Just the tips. Feather light drags so you don’t forget about them. His large palm grips your hip, pushes his thumb into the meat of your side and you have to close your eyes— clear your throat to center yourself. To remember why you’re there in the first place.

Sweet breath washes over your face as Bucky rolls your left nipple now into the edge of the blade— kissing you again when you shriek at the quick, sharp pain just to eat the sound. You lose the fingers around your hip, only to find them again suddenly, jumping in slight surprise as calloused pads cup a soft, wet cunt.

Bucky’s still blinking slow, fingers pushing along a swollen clit, massaging. He’s real close now, prickly cheek rubbing against yours, teeth nibbling at your jawline.

Your own fingers dig into his biceps as your eyes flutter with the tightening of your stomach. A warmth starts to spread through your veins. Hips find a little rhythm against his hand. A sharp prick here and there as he circles that knife— your own damn knife— around your tits and back up to your throat again.

That’s when he sinks two long, thick fingers into you, not stopping until his palm is flush with your sticky folds. His thumb pressed against the sensitive little nub at the center of you.

His eyes are slits, head tilted up slightly as his mouth hangs, dragging in the air you expel. Only then does his fingers start to move, delving in and out, thumb still pushing along your clit.

“God,” you pant, pushing your head upwards against the wall, “Mmm, I can’t—” his fingers push deeper and the words are gone, like they never even existed in the first place, “Fuck.”

Bucky pushes the smooth blade against your throat just a little harder— the sharp edge forcing your chin upward a little more. He flattens his thumb against your lower stomach, starts to pull his fingers, not push them. The heel of his palm starts to slap against your skin as you buck into the motion.

Your hands slip up to his shoulders, both arms wrapping lazily around either side of his neck. The soft hum from earlier is replaced with high pitched whimpers and breathy little squeaks. Bitten off words fall from your lips as you squirm against the wall, wanting him deeper, faster, harder— which he delivers without you having to say a word.

He grabs your cheeks, pinching hard as the blade flattens across your pouty lips. A weak, desperate whimper sounds, all your resolve gone. Whatever leverage you thought you had completely wiped away— and it makes a wicked grin spread on Bucky’s lips.

“You close, baby? Hmm?” he hums, licking at your mouth again, “Oh sweet girl, you wanna come, huh? You gonna come for me?”

He strokes your clit with the tip of his thumb, your walls clenching around his fingers. The gentle encouragement continues, real soft and between sweet little kisses all over your face. A dull ache settles in your belly, a thick heat starting to stir within. Your heart leaps into your throat as your hips pump with Bucky’s hand, the release so close you can taste it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you groan, “‘m gonna fuckin—”

“You want it? Huh? Want me to make you come honey?”

You squeak in response, nodding fast as you bite down into your lip, “Please. Please.”

Heat ripples through your body as you start to tremble, legs going shaky and weak. Muscles start to burn all over as you tense hard, coaxing the sweet agony swirling in your stomach. You cry out, his name hanging on your lips as the rush of it all pushes higher and higher.

Just as you start to unravel, just as the coil begins to snap, his fingers are gone. Pulled from your cunt and clit. You’re whipped around his body, forced back towards the bed. Your mind racing— maybe you’ll be getting some of that cock afterall.

Or not.

Metal slaps around your wrist, bites into the skin as it clamps down, the clink of teeth sliding into the lock housing ringing in your ears. You snap your head towards the sound when it all finally connects in your murky brain. The horror of realization floods into your veins— blood running cold as your stomach drops to your feet.

The handcuffs clink against the dark metal headboard as you fight against it, “You bastard! You fuckin’ piece of shit, let me go!” you shout, thrashing your arm back and forth, pulling as hard as you can, “Goddamn it— let me the fuck go! I’ll fuckin’ kill you, you bast—”

“Ooph,” Bucky jests, octave rising as he slips back into his jeans, “You got a filthy little mouth on you.”

“Fuck you!”

He scoffs, laughing gently as he pulls his black shirt back over his head. The bastard even starts to hum as he plops down on the edge of the bed, taking his time while he pushes his feet back into his boots and shrugs into his jacket.

You keep sharp eyes on him as he stands and turns to face you, dangling a pair of small silver keys next to his grinning face before he tosses them somewhere deep in the apartment. You swipe at him with your free hand as he approaches, just barely catching his chin as he kneals down, “I’m gonna kill you,” you smile, a blind rage engulfing every pore, every muscle, every ounce of your body.

Bucky shrugs, “Not tonight, sweets. Listen, tell Sam I’m sorry about the mess, hm?”

“Who the fuck is Sam?” you hiss.

He looks down at his watch, “Yeah, he should be home in about an hour. It’s not everyday you walk into your apartment to find a naked, wannabe assassin handcuffed to your bed, so, give him my apologies— wait, you know about Sam, right? The new Cap, they made it official a couple of weeks ago.”

Your jaw clenches as you stare back at his smiling face, more humiliation pouring through you as you realize he’s had you pegged the entire goddamn time.

“Oh baby,” he laughs again, “You didn’t honestly think I’d take you back to my place, did you? I don’t even know you— you kids today are so reckless.”

Blue eyes bounce between yours for a few seconds before he glances down at his hands, works them back into his black gloves. He pulls your butterfly knife from his back pocket and starts to play with it, flicking his wrist to close it, and then open it over and over again.

“I’m keeping this,” he offers as he locks it closed and slips it back into his pocket, “Maybe you’ll find the balls to try and take it from me.”

“Oh,” you laugh, shaking your head, “I’m taking it back.”

Bucky stands, the sound of his heavy boots sounding through the apartment as he moves towards the door, “I look forward to it kiddo.”

***

If there’s one thing you respect about Bucky Barnes, it’s his attention to detail.

Right on the dot, exactly one hour later, you snap your head towards the front door as keys start to jingle in the lock. With the bed sheet wrapped loosely around your torso, you straighten up against the wall, eyes wide as you watch an exhausted Samuel Thomas Wilson walk into his apartment.

“Oh, fuck!” he shouts, jumping slightly and dropping his bag to the floor when he locks eyes with you, “What in the fuck?”

“I can explain… sort of.” you start, holding up your hand.

You apparently don’t need to. Sam’s phone is to his ear within seconds as he starts to pace back and forth, “Bucky, this is not why I gave you a key to my mother fuckin’ apartment!”

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allthatyoulove · 3 years

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A Heavy Feeling

Bucky Barnes / Female Reader

Summary: A fight with Bucky leaves you feeling alone.

Includes: angst angst angst, tiny fluff towards end, mentions of not eating

Words: 2k

A/N: A little angsty drabble I’ve had sitting in my drafts. I put female reader but it’s pretty general :) Please check out my prompt list! You can request as many prompts as you’d like! Hope you enjoy the story! Feel free to leave any feedback and please let me know of any warnings or errors I missed, thanks for stopping by :)

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These last few days have probably been some of the worst in my life.

My life thus far has been far from easy, but it’s hard to remember a time where I felt as low as I do now.

I sit at the dining table, using my fork to mess with the food on my plate. Silverware clinks against plates, conversations are lively. Warm lighting fills the room, the huge window allowing a glimpse at the night sky. Everyone is eating and talking, laughing and smiling.

Everyone except Bucky and I.

They know why, which is probably why they were quick to put space between us as we all sat down for dinner. I was the last to come to the table, everyone stopping mid-conversation to look at me with pity. I sat down, and haven’t spoken a word to anyone since. They had eventually ignored the heavy tension tethered between Bucky and I, deciding that constant talking would prevent the chance of an awkward silence crashing over the entire table.

I had told them I could eat in my room, that I didn’t want to make dinner weird for everyone else. They insisted I come. I couldn’t ask Bucky to not come to dinner either, especially when I knew how much he liked sitting down with everyone, taking an hour or two to enjoy the company of who had become his family. No matter how mad I was at him, I could never ask him to give that up.

So that led me here, sitting at the edge of the table, messing with my food. Bucky was sitting across from me, to the very left edge of the table. The farthest seat from mine. Being so far from him was probably worse than sitting right next to him. I only glanced at him a few times, which I was proud of myself for. He was in his black leather jacket, with a black shirt and pants. Everyone had gone out just before dinner, but I didn’t feel up to it.

Seeing Bucky come through the door with a smile on his face made my heart tighten with pain, before I became disgusted with myself on how selfish the reaction was.

He sat at the table now, not talking with anyone. His arms were folded, and he hadn’t touched his food either. Everytime I looked at him he was focused on the same part of the table, zoned out. His brows were dropped, his lips in a soft frown. His eyes were filled with sadness, almost a puppy look. I could feel his eyes shift from the table to me every so often, trying my hardest not to meet his eyes.

We had only been sitting down for around 5 minutes, and I felt like I was suffocating. That’s all I’ve felt these past couple of days.

I’d asked him for space, said I needed to think things through. He respected that and listened, hesitantly. He didn’t go out with everyone as much, staying in his room save for the times Steve dragged him out. I was better at turning down the attempts of them trying to get me to go out. I had barely left my room.

I knew he was hurting, I could see it in his eyes and in the way he carried himself. I wondered if he was hurting as much as I was. I couldn’t sleep at night, couldn’t leave my bed. Couldn’t think without him next to me. Couldn’t think with him next to me.

I set my fork down, sighing to myself as the group was heavily engaged in conversation. I became alert of every action I made, feeling Bucky’s eyes on me once more. I gulped in anticipation, not thinking before drifting my eyes to his.

Our eyes met, my own filling with tears. His eyebrows pulled together, his own eyes filling with emotion. His mouth opened to say something, before I abruptly stood up, picking up my plate and taking it with me to my room. I could hear the conversations pause, confused sentences being muttered before another door shut, a few doors down from mine. Bucky’s. He must’ve left right after I did.

They eventually continued talking, but I stopped listening. I tossed my plate on a table, almost breaking it. I paced across my room, back and forth. I let the tears fall freely down my cheek, bringing a hand up to my mouth to be quiet. I sat down on the floor, holding my face in my hands. Not a single thought went through my head, but I couldn’t stop crying.

A few minutes passed before I had no more tears to shed, quiet and dry sobs leaving my mouth occasionally. I calmed down, using the breathing exercises Bucky had taught me. I almost started crying again at the thought, but I had nothing left in me.

I sat on the floor, sniffling and breathing deep breaths. Staring at the ground, no particular thought staying for more than a second.

My head shot up as a soft knock came to my door. A single knock, nothing more. Almost a tap.

I didn’t need to ask who it was, I knew. I held my breath, staring at the door. He said nothing. I crawled over to the door, holding my ear to the thin wood. I could hear the thumping of his heart, feeling it against the door. He must’ve been sitting against it- on the floor as well. His shaky breaths went through the wood.

I sighed, sitting with my back right where he was on the other side. I set my head on it, producing a tiny thump sound. The same sound came from the other side a second later.

My hand went up to my mouth again, sobs threatening to break from my throat. It was so painful, knowing he was sitting with me on the other side of the door. Not being able to touch him. The sound of his heartbeat comforted the pain slightly. I breathed in and out, in and out. Trying to calm down. I lost track of how long I was sitting there, scared he would leave first. I decided I couldn’t handle it if he did.

I didn’t try to listen to what he did on the other side of the door as I suddenly stood up, striding over to my bed and throwing myself under the covers. I didn’t come back out.

My eyes shot open, sitting up. The moonlight shone through the window the size of my wall, illuminating the covers. I had fallen asleep.

My head had found its way out of the covers, as they now sat loosely below my ribs. I rubbed my eyes with one hand, running it through my hair. I sighed as I looked around the room, yawning. I spotted my plate still sitting on the table. I got up, grabbing it and walking over to my door. I slowly opened it, cringing as it creaked. I peeked out, looking both ways down the hall. It was almost pitch black, save for the window that was providing light sitting at the end of the hallway. The coast was clear.

I closed my door slightly, walking to the kitchen. The dining table was clear and cleaned, leaving no trace of dinner earlier.

I put the food into a container, writing my name on it before shoving it into the fridge for later.

I turned around, walking back to my room. I slowly opened the door, hearing something. I paused, waiting. I didn’t hear anything. Was it my creaking door? I went to start to open it again when I heard it.

Whimpering.

My entire body froze for a split second before I strode straight to his room. I knew that sound, and I knew what it meant.

I cracked his door open, peeking in.

Bucky was laying in the middle of his bed, the sheets below his waist. He was shirtless, his vibranium arm wrapped over a pillow. The image pulled on my heart strings, tying it into a knot as he twitched, his other arm moving at his side.

I walked over to the side of the bed, putting my hands on it to hold myself up as I leaned over him.

“Bucky.” I whispered. His face turned just barely, still asleep. Still in his nightmare.

It had been so long since he had one, I forgot what to do. I reached a hand up, setting it on his metal bicep and shaking it lightly.

“Buck-”

I was halfway through his name when he turned around, pulling me into the bed with him and flipping me on my back. I gasped as he put his forearm against my neck, applying pressure. His eyes had snapped open, frantic and scared. Violent.

My arms pulled at his arm, shooting him pleading eyes as I struggled to breath. A few seconds passed before he let out a sharp breath, slumping as he seemingly came back to his body. His eyes shot open even wider, instantly taking his arm off of my neck. I gasped for air, breathing hard and fast. His eyes shot between mine, confusion and sadness and regret painted over them.

I stared at him as I caught my breath, waiting as his mouth stayed open- trying to find words.

He closed his mouth, backing away and sitting on the edge of the bed. I stayed in my spot for a second, cautious. I was unsure of what to do until I heard a sob escape him. I instantly sat up, my hand going to his shoulder. I tried to pull him to face me, but he remained facing the wall. His head was in his hands, his shoulders starting to shake as he cried. I walked on my knees, my chest against his back as I wrapped my arms around his waist.

I laid my head against his back, listening to the sound of his heart and breathing deeply- hoping he would soon follow. He continued shaking as I soothingly ran my fingers across his stomach, patient. Waiting.

“I thought they had stopped.” He let out, his voice cracking.

“I know. I know, baby.” I said, holding him tighter.

A few minutes passed as he gradually stopped shaking, occasionally twitching as he copied my breathing. He picked his head from his hands, as I raised my own from his back. I moved my body so I could look at him from the side. His eyes were puffy, his nose and cheeks red and tear stained. I brought one of my hands to his face, bringing it to meet mine and rub his cheek with my thumb. He stared at me, at my lips. I wiped the tears from his face, looking at him with love. He returned it, looking at me as if it was the first time.

“I’m so sorry.” He said, his voice rough and filled with regret. I shook my head, rejecting his apology with the motion. He opened his mouth to speak again when I brought his face to mine, our lips meeting.

My eyebrows scrunched together as I pushed my lips into his. He didn’t hesitate in kissing me back, his hands coming up to hold my face, to bring me closer. His lips perfectly molded into mine, the salty taste of his tears mixing between our tongues. Our noses bumped into each other repeatedly as we messily tried to both apologize and profess our undying love into the kiss.

I slowly pulled away after a few minutes, resting my forehead against his as I caught my breath. We looked at each other’s lips, chests heaving as my thumb rubbed his cheek. His hand drawing circles on my back. I broke out into a smile, him following me. I fell on my side back onto the bed, bringing him with me.

We laid across from each other, an inch apart. I brought my fingers down to his lips, pulling his lip and hearing it fall back with a pop. I looked at all of his features, knowing them by memory but still wanting them forever seared into my brain. I missed him.

Being in his room with the moon casting light over us, wrapped in his arms, I felt so happy. After days of nothing but a hole where my heart was, I felt complete. I was home.

We had a lot to talk about, but it could wait. I wanted to enjoy this moment.

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thisdreamplace · 2 years

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Hello! How have you been? I hope you’ve been doing well :)

I’d like to share my current progress with you and anyone else if you share this if that’s okay, since I feel you were the one who was most influential to me when it comes to my manifesting journey. I love your advice so much it’s like gold and diamonds lol.

At the beginning of February, I started prioritizing myself and heavily engaging in self-love. I also implemented meditation into my daily routine with healing meditation music in the background. The meditation purely focused on I AM, being in the present moment, and loving myself unconditionally.

When Valentine’s Day came around I dedicated my valentine to.. Me.. and since the pandemic was pretty bad where I was living, I did a DIY valentine’s day for myself at home. Morning meditation, going out for a walk in my neighborhood while listening to upbeat music, enjoying a cup of tea, making myself a fancy dinner, taking a warm bath and relaxing, Self-care, cleaning and detoxing my room then watching a funny movie comfortably in bed afterwards, etc. It felt so nice for me. That day was just a “me” day and while everyone else may have a partner, I felt so comfortable with being on my own. Ever since I’ve started intensely focusing on myself, I’ve had a very huge mindset shift that makes me completely different from my past self. Before I found The Law, I went through a breakup which led me to reflect and heal. Then I came across The Law of Assumption on Tumblr. After learning about The Law, it made a lot of sense why my past was the way it is. Before my mindset shift, I was pessimistic, overthinking, anxious all the time, made negative assumptions about everything, came from a neglectful childhood, felt like the world was against me, depressed, I was even rebellious and toxic at one point etc. It was a dark and lonely past for me. So after taking this time to allow myself to heal, for the first time in forever I feel so free.

When unwanted circumstances show up in the 3D or when I get triggered, I am able to handle the situation in a much more calm, patient, relaxed, and mature way. The only reassurance I needed was myself, and from this journey I was able to self-reassure and rely on myself for support. I was shocked to be honest haha.. At one point I was confused because I thought “Wait, why am I feeling calm instead of panicking?” Because I would spiral and panic in the past when getting triggered by the 3D. I’m very proud of myself for the progress I made and it’s been a huge one.

I’ve also had the ability to manifest things much more effortlessly and instantly. I’ve built a self-concept around manifestation to where I can control simple everyday life things. When the power ran out, and my devices were on low battery.. I would simply set an intention and a few minutes the power would be back on again.

Things that I’ve manifested from prioritizing myself that I remember of

secretly help my parents get free parking space instantly + secretly manifested that they would park perfectly lmao

My dad forgot to fill his E-toll card for the highway, and I manifested that there was still money left.

productivity increase,

Instant replies from friends,

Extending online school + delaying a deadline for submitting

Manifested that my dad is safe and healthy from COVID-19 and that his results are negative so he can travel for work.

Able to manifest pain/discomfort away.

fixing broken objects

My best friend had a bad birthday, and I manifested that things will turn out amazing, and it did! She had an amazing birthday. 💓

Desired voice

Manifested my mom to have an amazing birthday because she deserves it for taking such good care of my family 💓

And so many more I probably forgot about lol

I can manifest instantly now by just setting an intention. Before this phase, I used to have so much trouble “commanding my subconscious mind” but wow, now it feels like I have superpowers. I can basically bend reality to my control now haha.. It’s so amazing. In the past I would only be able to consciously manifest 3 things a day, and now I can do 10+ a day.

Even though manifestation has been effortless to me, I still feel as if I need more time personally to heal. Even if I'm able to manifest so many things, I feel the need to heal more because I am a priority and I am worthy and deserving of freedom and love for myself. This month's progress has been incredible so far, and I definitely will continue to do this for a lifelong journey.

I'm extremely grateful that I came across you and manifesting at a young age (I'm 16 currently for those wondering). Everyday I feel so blessed to know how to manifest. Isn't it incredible we have this "cheat code" to life? Haha..

Out of this whole entire thing, my favorite development has been being able to be calm in undesirable situations or when getting triggered, and how I'm able to react in a calm way. "I choose love over fear." This has been the most impressive growth for me.

Things that helped me heal

Meditation (big time)

Journaling and getting real with my fears

Facing my fears in the 3D and practicing self reassurance

Self care

Healthy habits/routine

Mental diet/being aware of my inner conversations

Gratitude journaling and forgiveness

Self love affirmations

+ continued: Wow so sorry if this was long.. I wanted to share how I was doing and I couldn't have done it without you honestly. You've been such a big factor in my manifestation journey, and proof that you're an amazing advice giver is my journey here that I've shared lol. I'll maybe give updates in the future for more progress, but for now I want to continue my healing journey. 💓 Thank you so much @/thisdreamplace!

I LOVE THIS SM. its sooooo amazing n beautiful how far you’ve come 💞 thank u so much for sharing this as its truly so inspiring !! love how you know how to put yourself first, and do what feels best to you. truly so important and this is truly what this all brings us back to. you’ve truly grown so much and i loveeeee to see it 🥲 <3

#success

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hello hello, i see your requests are open now and can i request izana, wakasa, chifuyu and kazutora with an akutagawa!s/o? hope you have a great day/noon/night! ✨🤗

hi anon! sure! I will try my best with izana and wakasa since there's not tons to work with personality wise so forgive me if theirs are a little shorter heh. im gonna include a little blurb from the bsd fandom wiki for anyone not familiar with his character! I like these kinds of headcanon requests so if anyone wants to see more please feel free to request!

"Akutagawa has a black and white "survival of the fittest" view of the world, claiming that weak people should die and give way to the stronger ones. He is not afraid of pain and defeat His ruthless, vicious nature makes him one of the Port Mafia's most dangerous members, feared by both ally and foe. As violent as he is, Akutagawa maintains a generally composed and detached approach. Towards subordinates and superiors alike, he acts aloof, distancing himself from social interactions however possible. Nonetheless, his composure is fragile. Akutagawa is quick to lash out, ridiculing him for risking the bounty by acting recklessly. This quick temper often gets in his way, fuelling his actions to the core of his very being."

SUMMARY: izana, wakasa, chifuyu, && kazutora with an akutagawa!so

CW: hints of toxicity and violence, mentions of sex but not really all that nsfw-ish so otherwise not much else!

IZANA

- this is an interesting one because from what we know about izana, he is very similar in personality to akutagawa in terms of ruthlessness that stems from childhood trauma and isolation.

- in the case of a s/o with this personality, I think it would be a troubling relationship. lots of bitter fights fuelled by nothing but an inability to express vulnerability, while leaving both of you torn up inside and begging for someone to nurture the trauma and allow space for emotions.

- that being said, with toxicity and trauma also comes intense passion and desire. this relationship brings a lot of fire both in the bedroom and outside of the bedroom, with simple arguments often spawning into intense desperate (and lengthy might I add) sex. like, intense. it's almost like sex is the only safe outlet of these pent up emotions, providing a sort of comfort and also distraction for both parties.

- however as I said in general, this is definitely a toxic relationship. one where neither can help the other when it comes to growth and improvement on a personal level. it's unhealthy and enabling, but for a short lived fling it is hot as fuck im not even gonna lie. lots of hate sex too.

WAKASA

- so wakasa is another interesting one alongside izana given the lack of information and content we have about his character so please excuse the slight kc fanon version I have in my head of wakasa lol

- wakasa has a "don't fuck with me because I do not fucking care" type of vibe to him. I definitely think he's the type to completely disengage from the type of behaviours an akutagawa-type s/o might display. this leads to sort of a sense of competitiveness in trying to get some kind of reaction from him, and it has the potential (much like izana) to become toxic in nature

- any attempts to get under his skin are failed attempts, and the way he looks at you with that half bored expression is something that only triggers more of a somewhat emotional response from you.

- with that being said, my fanon version of wakasa is someone who while cold and aloof, is also quite a rational person. he's been typed by the fandom as INTJ which is quite a quick thinker, and I think he probably (despite not showing it very well) has a soft spot for you. but your passion and intensity (as well as your easily triggered dynamic) keeps him from completely being able to express this care in any way other than not engaging with your antics

- as much as there are some similarities with the type of toxicity in this relationship with both wakasa and izana, the intense passion isn't quite the same as it is with izana. instead, feelings of passion are more to the point and driven by pure instinct and desire rather than toxic passion. wakasa seeming like a very literal person, is actually quite mysterious deep down and has a lot (I mean a lot) of hidden desires and kinks that begin to emerge with time. it's rarely a conversation, and more often just something that happens that surprises you. you just have to go with the flow here, and let him take the reigns for once. it might actually be a good opportunity to allow for vulnerability to take the spotlight for once, which is something wakasa is surprisingly in tune with and quite to the point about.

CHIFUYU

- this is something much healthier than the last two. chifuyu, being an enfp is someone that's able to handle this level of intensity in a person while still being able to understand what's really going on.

- call him the trauma counsellor king. he values each and every response to a trigger that you might have. he notices patterns, he makes mental notes of things, and he does this all without making it seem like he's analyzing.

- to be honest he actually loves the spunk you bring on a day to day level. even though most of the time it's driven by bitterness or hate (not always towards him just in general) he is still able to see beyond that and appreciate you for what you are.

- with that being said, chifuyu will not stand for any toxic behaviour towards him. no sir he will not. threats and pushes for fights wont be tolerated, and he will either disengage or try to expose your vulnerabilities in an attempt at forced submission. this can be hard to get used to, especially with having a personality characterized by the inability to accept being vulnerable. but with time chifuyu is one to create a safe space for you to allow yourself to feel emotions beyond anger and resentment, and he encourages this.

- because of this very feelings based approach, intimacy with chifuyu is just that: intimate. he's extremely loving and doting, hoping that his sweetness can rub off on you a little bit. however he's also very accepting of your need for power over him (especially during sex) and will absolutely submit to your needs in order to please you.

- he really likes to put you in a place of pleasure though, so however that may come to you chifuyu is the one to deliver it.

KAZUTORA

- oh boy. this one is a doozy. listen. if we're talking about timeskip kazutora (as is the case with all characters i write about but I feel it especially important to remind ppl of here given his history), we're talking about someone who is quite literally walking on eggshells in terms of his trauma and emotional vulnerability.

- he's pretty good at being emotionally aware of his needs and struggles as well as the needs and struggles of those around him, but that doesn't mean that he's entirely healed or capable of managing toxicity or his triggers. he still slips up from time to time especially when things get hard, and sometimes finds himself falling into his old patterns. after all, he's only human. but this is where things could get messy in a relationship.

- for the most part, like I said, he's pretty good. so let's focus on that part first since I want to give him credit where it's due. he is very desperate for love and dedicated to providing something to his partner. in this case, he will seek to tap into his emotional vulnerability to provide some sort of comfort for you. he wants to see you happy, and calm, because he sees so much of his old self in you that it gets to him sometimes. but at the same time, he struggles with your relentlessness and can become emotionally drained when things get tough. he'll beat himself up for not being good enough to help you, and this is when he'll isolate and fall into old patterns.

- however, akutagawa's personality type isn't all bad. with a s/o like akutagawa, comes an immense amount of protection and loyalty for their loved ones no matter how tough things might be. in this case it might be hard to communicate this, but there will be times when it's needed in order for kazutora to restrain from old habits and ways of dealing with hardships. but he wants to share his healing with you, he wants you to be happy, and more than anything he understands the struggle of wanting to be happy and healthy but being afraid of losing the one thing that makes you you: your attitude and relentlessness. nobody understands this better than kazutora, which is why things between you can get frustrating and very personal for him.

- much like chifuyu, sex is driven towards pleasing you and only you. chifuyu leans more into switch territory however, while kazutora is 100% submissive. in this case it works out well, however he has a lot of boundaries and limitations when it comes to the way in which you function. he doesn't like degradation. instead, he thrives from praise and any sign of love and care. this might be tough for you to execute 100% of the time, but when it comes down to it the way his eyes twinkle for you is enough to make the ice around your heart melt just a little more each time.

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