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#other one is one of those little wind up toys THAT I WANT SO BAD DEAR GOD they’re either insanely expensive or really rusted because it was
ducktracy · 2 years
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Ants ate Schlesinger’s cheese once and he never let them live it down
this is completely unrelated and i am so sorry but you just reminded me of one of my favorite photographs where he’s talking to Scantily Clad Women and you can see 3 different Porky figures in the background on the mantle. the same man whose cartoonists snuck strategically placed drawings of Porky (these cartoons did not at all involve Porky) in the storyboards to trick him into liking it.
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cyberm4n · 1 month
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OK, I NEED SO BAD Adam,Alastor and Husk smut hc's with a hypersexual fem!Reader 😭. Maybe after both finished a round (One of all they had lol), a few seconds pass and she says smiling "can we do it again?" But they have already crossed their own limit.
Sorry for my Bad English 😿
BAHAHA I LOVE THIS IDEA
i had to do a little research on being hypersexual to make sure i was doing this right but if i got anything wrong/inaccurate please let me know!!
cw: smut, reader gets eaten out, reference to rough sex?
alastor —
■ looks im imagining this to be so funny cause alastor is big on rough sex so like moments after fucking you senseless only for you to be like "again? :D" REALLY MESSES WITH HIM
■ like especially cause he feels spent, like he put a lot of effort in there and like??? you're just straight back to normal?? you want more??? how?
■ i think if he's completely spent he'll summon his like shadow self and then it becomes a mental thing
■ cause he's still controlling that but he's not having to do the physical work
■ but otherwise i think he'd probably have a toy for after in the future
■ hear me out but like he's JUST filled you up with his cum and hes immediately pushing a vibrator into you that's on max, making sure you stay all marked up and too stupid to beg for more
■ he'd adjust just fine
adam —
■ this is even more funny to me cause like he's 100% the type to slump over on you after hes cum, still sheathed in you.
■ he seems the type to want multiple rounds so let's say this is like round 3 just finished
■ so when you're like "again please?" literally less than a minute later his eyes snap open
■ like, he knows women typically come back faster than men from this shit but like he's pretty certain he's gonna start shooting blanks if he goes any more
■ there's a beat of silence before he's like "are you fucking serious" and you pout a little, assuming he's making fun of you
■ but like it's adam, this man LOVES sex so the fact you're like so down all the time is great
■ i dont see him being the type to have toys for you (he definitely owns one of those men's masturbaters tho) so he'd find other solutions
■ it's 50/50 he either has you cock warm him until he's ready to go again or he's eating you out like there's no tomorrow
husk —
■ okay he'd be so confused
■ he's a 1 round kind of man but like, he's barely even pulled out and you're like "can we do it again?" with a smile
■ and he's shocked to hear you mean like, right now
■ he'd adjust fine to it though
■ again, don't think he'd have toys but he's cool to go down on you
■ his favorite is rubbing your clit though, just his fingers
■ maybe he'd eventually get a little vibrator or something for you
■ just wanting to make sure you're happy <3
■ i think husk would be the only one to really ask questions abt it, yknow kinda figure out your preferences and stuff
■ he knows he doesn't work the same so he wants to make sure he's treating you well
■ but if you let him eat you out it's like a perfect wind down activity he definitely gets sucked into
■ eyes closed, going to town in making you moan and quiver. like he'd get soo pussy drunk
■ and he's ripping orgasms out of you with no problem, you'll probably have to tell him to stop.
long story short, all 3 absolutely love the fact you're hypersexual and they embrace it :)
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phoward89 · 3 days
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Jealous!Coryo x Reader, Odair!Ancestor x Reader.
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WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is a warning in and of itself. That man is a walking blood red flag waving heavily in the wind! engagement (not reader), smut, infidelity, love triangle, manipulation, stalking?, gaslighting, fluff, Head Gamemaker!Coryo, District 4 Cruise Ship Heir!Odair OC. Dark!Coriolanus, Jealous!Coriolanus, Dom!Coriolanus
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Chapter 3:
It's been over a week since you started seeing Odysseus and so far everything’s going great. He takes you to work everyday and treats you to lunch. You have dinner with him when he doesn't have business obligations and cuddle with him while watching tv. You haven't spent the night at his place yet, but you've slept with him a few times. And each time the love making was slow, soft, and sensual.
And then one day everything came crashing down.
Tonight's one of those nights where you're not having dinner with Odysseus because he's having dinner with his father and some business clients. It doesn't bother you, Odysseus is the VP of Odair's Luxury Cruises and his father's the CEO; VP of it. It's completely normal for him to attend business dinners.
And since the relationship’s new, you don't blame him for not taking you on them. Plus, you work in the marketing department of his father's company, so you understand why he's not taking you to business dinners. It just wouldn't look kosher.
So, that's how you find yourself in some comfy loungewear cooking dinner in your kitchen. Your kitchen that you absolutely loved. You still can't believe what Odysseus did to his kitchen, but to each their own.
As you were chopping up some vegetables, a knock sounded at your door. You weren't expecting Odysseus, since he's at his business dinner, so you're a bit puzzled on who could be at your door. You wondered if you should be rude and ignore whoever was there, but they knocked again.
Sighing, you set your knife down on the counter and left the kitchen. After crossing the main room, you reached your front door. But nothing could've prepared you for what was awaiting you on the other side.
Pulling the door open, you're met with none other than Coriolanus standing at the threshold with a bouquet of red roses, bigger than his head, in his hands.
How the fuck did he get past the doorman?
As if he could read your mind, your platinum haired ex smirked, “I just moved into the top floor penthouse of this building.” Of fucking course he did. “I thought I'd come by and greet my favorite neighbor girl.”
You rolled your eyes and went to slam the door in his face, but he quickly shot his arm out and pushed the door open. Waltzing right by you and inside of your apartment, as if he owned the damn thing, Coriolanus said, “You got your little man whore in here with you? Hmm…is that why you tried to slam the door in my face like I'm some little kid selling cookies?”
“Don't call Odysseus a man whore, Coriolanus.” You chastised your ex while closing your front door. Gesturing to the empty room, you dryly said, “And as you can see, I'm home alone.”
“I'll call Odair a manwhore if I want to, darling. He's fucked half of the Capitol, the way I see it he's a man whore.” Your ex remarked, following right behind you as you went into the kitchen. “Bet he's at one of the sex clubs.”
“No he's not. He's at a business dinner with his father and some clients.” You told Coriolanus, going over to the counter to resume chopping the vegetables.
“And you're home alone? Oh, I see how little he values you.” Your ex dryly chuckled, setting the large bouquet of red roses down on the kitchen island.
“You're one to talk, Coriolanus.” You snapped while he simply took a seat on one of the kitchen island stools.
“I never hid you away when I went to galas and had to attend dinners. I always got you a matching dress and brought you with me. So, my darling rose, I believe I have the right to talk bad about your boy toy's lack of showing you off.”
Pausing in chopping the vegetables, you put your knife down and turned around to look at your ex. “We were never official, so I doubt anyone paid me any mind.”
“Yes, well, it seems that I showed you off more when we weren't official than Odair does.” The platinum blood said as if he was reciting facts from a history book. ‘Oh, and aren't the two of you official?” He asked as a sarcastic afterthought, his brows raised dramatically to drive his remark right thru your heart.
He wanted you to see how he was better for you, how he'll show you off to the world. How he’d done that, show you off, without you realizing it. The aspiring blonde politician wanted you to see how Odair would never include you in his social circles; include you in his business, but he (Coriolanus) would. Hell had included you, which is why he warned you about his engagement with Livia- because he wanted to spare you hurt feelings from thinking it was anything other then a political and a business move.
Unfortunately, you could never view his engagement as an arrangement that was beneficial to his future (yours too since whatever made him rich, powerful, and successful caused him to shower you in gifts) because you loved him. You could only view it as an act of betrayal; one that broke your heart and made you see that you're just not good enough.
Not in the mood to be insulted by Panem's Head Gamemaker, you waggled a finger at him and declared, “Coriolanus, you need to shut up and leave. We haven't been together in a month, so you have no reason to be here.”
“You're my reason to be here, darling.” Coriolanus confessed. Getting up from his seat at the island and closing the distance between you, he admitted, “This last month has been very dull without you in it.”
Of course it has. You doubt that Livia’s letting Coriolanus be dominant and degrading in bed. You also doubt that she'd let him near her ass with that monster dick of his either. Yea…he was missing the sex life you had with him.
Standing right in front of you, the platinum blonde caged you in by placing an arm on either side of you; making your back press against the counter. Coriolanus leaned down, causing the two of you to be nose to nose. “I've given you enough time to cool down, to even have some little fun-” Distain dripped off of the word fun as he spat it out, ‘that I don't approve of, so it's time for us to make up and carry on.”
You could feel his hot breath fanning your face as you told him, “We’re not getting back together, Coriolanus.”
“Why not?” Your ex raised a brow, only to mockingly say, “Because you're too busy entertaining yourself with Odysseus Odair,” Coriolanus’ baritone dripped down an octave as he smugly said, “who will never make you feel that way I make you feel.”
How dare he say that; try to play on your feelings. Feelings that you confessed the night you left him, but probably shouldn't have since he's using them against you know.
Well, two can play that game.
You kept a neutral look on your face, even though you were pissed at his remark, and told Coriolanus, “At least Odysseus isn't engaged to Livia; unlike you he can actually love me.”
Coriolanus’ jaw ticked and his nostrils flared. You bringing up Livia and accusing him of being unable to love you as reasons to be with Odysseus set his blood on fire with a jealous rage. You're his. You belong to him- Livia or no Livia, love or no love, you’ll always be his.
And the only way to get it into your thick skull was to show you who you belonged to.
Before you could even blink, Coriolanus grabbed the back of your neck with one hand and cupped your jaw with the other only to smash his lush lips on yours in a needy, passionate, heated kiss filled with longing and desperation.
A kiss that took your breath away.
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You were bent over the kitchen island, hands wrapped around the edges while your shorts and panties were pooled around your legs. Legs that were spread wide open for the tall man standing behind you.
Coriolanus Snow.
You heard the sound of him shedding his crisp jacket, which he tossed onto the island, followed by the sound of him loosening his tie. The swish of him tugging the Windsor knot echoed in the air and you knew what was next.
You felt yourself grow wetter at the clanking noise of Coriolanus unbuckling his belt. In only a few seconds, he had his pants and boxers down around his knees while rubbing his leaking tip against your clit. He bowed his head so that his mouth was right against your ear. “I'm not prepping you, Y/N. You're wet enough, I know you can take it.” Coriolanus licked the shell of your ear before saying, “Only a good girl deserves to have her cunt filled by my fingers and eaten eagerly by my tongue.” Digging his fingers into your hips, sure to leave bruises, he darkly chuckled, “You're lucky I'm going to let you cum tonight, since you've been a bad girl.”
Oh my God…He's in one of those moods tonight! Your pussy's in for a punishing pounding.
Coriolanus' baritone was full of lust as he asked, “You remember your safe word, darling?”
You've only been broken up for a month. That's not long enough to forget your safe word, the simple word of red. A word that you've never used and doubt you ever will with the platinum blonde man, who has the body of an ancient god.
“Yes.” Was the one word answer you gave him.
“Good.” He replied, a smugness in his deep timbre, before sheathing himself in your wet, tight cunt without warning; with one quick snap of his hips.
You let out a surprised moan at the stretch and intrusion of being filled up so quickly without warning while he let out a deep groan at how tight you felt around his large cock. Coriolanus didn't give you a moment to adjust to the 8 inches he’d just stuffed into your tight cunt. No, he instantly began to thrust quickly and harshly into you.
You let out a mix between a shriek and a moan at the feeling of his cock bullying your pussy; pressing against that sweet spot deep inside of you. The noise that escaped your lips made pride swell in his chest. He always enjoys listening to your noises as he fucks you.
Coriolanus wants to be the only man to make you moan and whine for him. So much so, that he lets out a grunted, “I hate the idea of anyone else having you. This pussy's mine.” He snapped his hips harder, causing you to moan at the feeling of his large cock bruising your cervix. “Fuck, baby, tell me your cunt's mine.” He ordered, roughing pounding into your pussy while using one of his hands to smack your ass.
*Smack, smack, smack.*
Coriolanus gave you three quick, forceful smacks that made your ass cheek beet read and sing. Soaked your pussy too.
You knew that you shouldn't tell him that your cunt belongs to him, but your body craved the pounding that he’s giving your pussy and you're afraid he'll just cum and stop- leaving you unsatisfied- if you don't tell him what he wants to hear. This isn't your first rodeo with Coriolanus. You know how he possessive he gets when fucking.
So….
You let out a whimper of, “My cunt's yours, Coryo. All yours.”
“Fuck…baby, you feel so good.” Coriolanus gritted out as the sounds of sweat slick skin loudly slapping together echoed throughout the air in the kitchen. “Your cunt's so tight and wet around my cock. ‘S made just for me.”
“Yes, yes, yes! Just for you, all for you!” You exclaimed in a shriek, feeling his cum heavy balls smacking against your clit while his dick pistoned so deep inside of you that you felt yourself get dizzy.
“You close, baby? Fuck, I'm close.” The platinum blonde remarked while fucking you so roughly that if you weren't holding onto the island you'd probably slide over it.
“Yea, so close, Coryo.” You cried out, drool spilling from your lips as your cheek was pressed against the cool marble of the kitchen island. Oh god, you were so close and it felt so so good. Being fucked like this, damn you did t realize how much you missed it. How much you needed it. Not until now- now that you're on the verge of cumming hard around the biggest cock you've ever had stuffed in your tight cunt.
Without warning, Coryo placed his calloused fingertips against your clit and began to rub the swollen pearl furiously. “Be a good little slut and cum for me. Cum for me and milk my cock dry, make me knock you up, baby.” He told you, plowing into you as fast as he could with his fingers sloppily rubbing your clit, pinching and tugging it to speed up your orgasm.
And suddenly, you’e cumming around Coryo's cock, soaking both him and your kitchen floor, while moaning his name like a prayer. His icy blue eyes rolled back into his head, moaning out a minute of fuck and your name as you milked him dry of his cum. His fingers dug painfully into your hip as he shot rope after rope of his white, hot, seed into your womb.
You whimpered when Coriolanus’ cock slipped out of you, leaving your pussy empty and clenching around air.
Coriolanus’ chest heaved as he caught his breath, but his eyes widened as he noticed a red smear on the tip of his cock along with a tiny bit of red mixed with the cum that was trickling out of your pussy like fine pearls. Oh shit… he fucked you too deep, went too hard.
Oh shit, did he hurt you?
“Y/N, you're bleeding.” Coriolanus announced, toeing out of his shoes and kicking off the pants and boxers that rested around his ankles. Pulling you up and into his arms, he asked, “Why didn't you use your safe word?”
Still cockdrunk, you just rested your head against his white shirt covered chest and told him, “It felt good, so I didn't need the safe word.”
“I'll draw you a bath, but your not going to be walking right for a few days.” He told you, picking you up bridal style. “Where's your bathroom, little dove?”
“It's the door right behind you, across from this island right after you exit the kitchen.” You informed him, causing him to just nod and carry out to the bathroom.
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You were sitting on the toilet, watching as Coriolanus plugged up your bathtub and turned the water on. He fiddled with both the hot and cold knobs until the water coming out of the faucet was just the right temperature. Then he grabbed the light pink bottle of bubble bath that you had on the edge of the tub.
“Rose Vanilla.” He read the label, only to look at you and ask, “Is this new? Don't you usually use something called Brightest Bloom or Blossoms, something like that?”
Averting your eyes to stare at the white tile floor, so you didn't have to look at Coriolanus as he uncapped the bottle and poured some of the light pink soap into the tub, you told him, “I bought it last month. It came in a kit with a matching bar of soap, body lotion, shampoo, and conditioner.”
If you were looking at Coriolanus you would've seen how he stiffened up at your answer. How his jaw twitched; his eyes widened with realization. You bought it for him, because he likes roses. But you broke up last month, so…
Quickly, Coriolanus composed himself while screwing the cap back onto the bottle of bubble bath. “It smells lovely.” He complimented your taste in new bubble bath while putting the bottle back. Coming to stand in front of you, he simply ordered, “Lift your arms up for me, darling.”
Of course, you complied, causing him to pull your shirt over your head. He licked his lips when he saw that you weren't wearing a bra, but he didn't say anything about it. No, instead he simply helped you into the bath, all the while praising you with, “Good girl, that's a girl. Gently get into the water.” Once you were settled in the tub full of warm water and bubble, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head and turned the water knobs off.
You assumed that since you're in the tub he'd leave, but he didn't. Actually, instead of going into the kitchen to collect his pants and shoes; make a run for it, he pulled his loosen tie over his head and placed it onto your bathroom vanity.
“What’re you doing?” You asked, watching Coriolanus as he unbuttoned his white shirt.
“Joining you in the tub, what does it look like I'm doing, my darling rose?”
Focusing on the faucet in front of you, you tell him, “You don't have to, Coriolanus. You can go home; take a shower.”
Your remark hurt worse then if you would've slapped the blonde across his face. He always-
ALWAYS-
took a relaxing bath with you after pushing you too hard during rough sex. Why would you tell him to leave you; to go home and shower? He's always been with you to help you clean up and come down from rough fucking. Why would that change now?
Pulling off his socks, he hid his hurt behind the answer of, “I want to take a bath with you.”
“Why?” You asked as he got into the tub, right behind you, causing the water and bubbles to ripple and wave.
Pulling you into him, so your back's leaning against his chest, he told you, “You know why.”
No, actually, you didn't know why. You're broken up, so he doesn't have a reason to stay. You two fucked, due to frustration, so he should've left already. Or at least you think he should've left already. Or if not left then maybe put his pants back on and asked you to feed him whatever you were trying to cook before he had hate filled sex with you.
Oh, if only you knew that the sex he had with you was far from hate filled. Would never be hate filled, because he didn't hate you. Not even a little bit, not even at all.
“We're broken up, Coryo, so why’re you here?”
“Don’t ask questions you already know the answers to, my darling rose. It's not very becoming.”
Of course, you won't get a straight answer from him. Why would you? The guy’s a better wordsmith than the Norse god Loki. Good luck getting the truth out of that angelic looking demon of a platinum blonde.
Coriolanus rested a hand on your thighs only to run the other thru your hair. His deep baritone broke the silence in the room with, “You know, Y/N, just say the word and we can have you moved up into my top floor penthouse within an hour.”
Is he serious? He's engaged, but he wants you to be his live in mistress all because you had a moment of weakness and had a frustrated hate fuck with him. What's wrong with him? Is he delusional? You broke up with him because you don't want to be his mistress. You don't want to be his plaything.
“Shouldn't you be moving your fiance, Livia Cardew, into your new penthouse?” You countered, knowing that if anyone would share his penthouse it'd be her.
“No.” Coriolanus gruffy spat out. “I got that penthouse for us, not for her.”
“You're engaged to Livia and I'm with Odysseus now. What happened in the kitchen doesn't mean anything.”
Coriolanus would've rather been drowned in that damn lake he dumped those guns in all those years ago that him and Spruce used to kill Mayfair and Billy Taupe with them hear you say that the fuck you just had with him didn't mean anything. That hurt him, more than he'd care to admit. He just assumed that, since you'd been together for so long (and admitted to being in love with him that night that you left), he still meant something to you.
Oh, how the gods know that you mean something to him. Even if he's too scared to admit it, you mean the world to him. Too bad he's afraid of getting hurt and is too concerned about his political career.
The damning realization hit him then and there. “You're not coming back to me, are you?” Coriolanus asked, even though he already knew what you'd say.
“No.” You shook your head. “We've both moved on; tonight was just a fluke and it won't happen again.”
Coriolanus hated hearing that. He wanted to bring you home so bad. He wanted you back with him, where you belonged. Damnit, you belong to him. Why do you have to be so stubborn?
“You haven't been with Odysseus that long, my darling. You haven't truly moved on, you're just trying to push your feelings for me onto him.” The platinum blonde told you as a last ditch effort to get you to abandon your life on the 4th floor as Odysseus Odair's girlfriend and move into his luxury penthouse; become his girl once again.
“And you claim to hate your fiance, Livia, but you're still engaged to her; plan to get married and have a happy life with the perfect socialite showpiece on your arm for all of your political aspirations.” You told Coriolanus, calling him out on his own bullshit relationship.
“Y/N-” Coriolanus began, only for you to cut him off with the order of, “Don't, Coryo. Just go, please just leave me alone.”
Coriolanus didn't say a word, just stood up and got out of the tub. He grabbed the towel off of the rack, dried off, and put on his shirt. He grabbed his tie and socks from the vanity and left you alone in the bathroom. A few minutes later, he was dressed and walking out of your front door. He slammed it shut with such a force that it shut with a loud bang that had out nearly jumping out of the tub.
You stayed in the tub, soaking and sulking til you pruned. When you got out, you felt a bit sore. You managed to dry off and go to your room, where you put on a pair of comfy pajamas.
When you went into the kitchen to resume making yourself something to eat, you saw that on the kitchen island was a large bouquet of red roses (there had to be at least 50 of them) and Coriolanus’ suit jacket.
He left his suit jacket behind, right next to the roses. But why would he do that? He was always so meticulous when it came to his fancy things. It just didn't make any sense to you.
Why would Coriolanus leave his suit jacket behind?
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greekceltic · 2 months
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Jacky has a haunted arm. It started as a roleplay thing that I didn't think I would make canon, but I probably will. The situations it creates are fun. Anyway, for our amusement she can use it to touch ghosts so she scared hers. (Art doesn't quite match the writing). You can read the roleplay clip under the read more or on toyhouse.
GreekCeltic-
Junior was where she left him. He glanced at her. Same face. Same bags under his eyes and blushless pallor. What did that bandit say?
  When eyes meet, the soul has made love?
Yeah he was wrong.
Junior turned back around and she wondered how far she could walk before he was compelled to join her. She felt a little bad for not asking, but the feeling had no stay power. His wants and needs took a backseat to hers and she had found a way to make herself okay with that.
He could talk. It was within his power to ask her to put him in someone else’s care any time he wanted. After being left in the woods she could understand why he wouldn't want to be parked on Vlinder's hearth- in the same forest -but there were other people in their group who would travel. All basically good people.
Picking her was self sabotage.
Idiot.
She walked all the way in and shut the door behind her. The wind feathered a few rug ends but didn't bother with him.
  Maybe he's like AI and can't defy me, she wondered. Like bullshit television. She had never made the leap that it could be worse. Jacky felt that she was babysitting and had exactly as much authority as a teenager over a nine year old. In the end, not very much at all. She kept waiting for his tantrum, wanting it because after all that had happened it would make sense, even be healthy, but it never came.
She stumbled back toward the fur mat she had grown to hate since she woke up and stared down at it, too tired to sleep. There was such a thing. Jacky swayed weakly near it and turned away.
She looked at him again and ground her bottom jaw.
  Dummy should be begging to leave.
She hated the way he idled against the wall like a toy soldier waiting for something to do. That was the kind of thing that got ice put down your shorts at sleep overs. The idea of that made her spine prickle in a bad way, but it made her think. Jacky tilted back and lidded her eyes. She reached for one of the support pillars and rested her weight on it, two feet closer to him.   I could do it. She moved her feet, taking care not to scuff them on the floor. She didn't have to worry about the boards creaking. If they didn't notice Vlinder they weren't going to notice her. There were no more pillars between them, but she thought she'd make it. She tried, and on the way thought about how many nights he'd spent right there in a different room. Waiting or staring, as engaged as a coat put away on a hanger. He didn't even breathe loudly because he didn't breathe anymore.   DO something! The last few feet ended with her wobbling behind him, alarmingly silent, but not very steady. She reflexively tried to grab his shirt to pull it back with her good hand, but it went right through. Jacky didn't stop to wonder if he'd noticed that. She stuck her *cold* hand out like a senile old woman with a fork. It went up his shirt and flattened on the part where his back sank in. It worked when she slapped him. No reason to think it wouldn't work now. Themascura--
The target of her ire had no idea.   None.   He was peacefully existing in a corner, appreciating the window. It was nice to have a different view. He liked trees. Not enough to have been okay with just their company for a few millennia, but enough to be okay staring at them for a few days.   It was pretty out there. There were squirrels. And birds! Not many of those in the city. The cats had mostly eaten them all-   Jacky was about to learn a whole lot of things in quick succession. One, she could in fact scare the shit out of a ghost. Two, despite being dead ghosts did in fact have startle responses. Three, when she was touching a ghost with her ghost hand apparently walls became interactable- because he slapped the window/wall with his belly when he jumped and it made a sound.   A beautiful hollow sound, like when you thumped a watermelon.   He left a foggy mark on the window when he hopped back. He was still hopping when he turned around, trying to shake the ice cube out of his shirt. His spine was still flickering when he got all the way turned- visible through his shirt and his front and almost as far as his shoulders. The look he gave her was universal. The sibling glance of- I WAS MINDING MY BUSINESS.   Here you are, starting some shit. He stuck a hand straight out for her face, confident it would go through, but also confident it would mess with her already wonky balance and depth perception. Time for you to take a time out on the floor. You pushed your luck to far today anyway.
GreekCeltic-- His reaction was Christmas. She wasn't sure what to make of his spine. Jacky looked at her hand and wondered if it had cannibalized him somehow. A week ago she had dumped all the extra stuff into Christoph's leg. That had been a surprise. Christoph was alive, there was no way to know it wouldn't do the opposite and suck Junior up like a straw, like it had Virgil's magic.   Oough, there was a mental image she did not enjoy. When she touched Christoph she went with a gut feeling that turned out to be right. Here too she decided to go with a gut feeling-- that it was fine. "Oh excuse me did I interrupt your vacant staring?" Jacky's hand was still up, she dropped it and raised her other one, rubbing her arm furiously like she was trying to warm it up. Cold fire appeared and walked toward her elbow. "Gonna do it again." She spread the fire to her good hand but she never got to try it. He threw his at her face- IN her face -and she spilled in stages. Mostly in slow, wobbly, backwards walking motions that ended up near the bed. She fell against the edge. She had been put to bed. OBNOXIOUS. Jacky leaned into her sprawled arm and chose to be happy he showed some life. She didn't think she could get up without crawling on all fours and that wouldn't be preferable. She was also tired. It was possible she had never been so tired in her life. She crawled over the edge and fell into the divot like a kitten into a laundry basket. She slept all of the night and most of the next day. The only time she got up was to wash. She made a point of it so history wouldn't have to repeat itself. Who knows how many rag baths she got during the week. One was too many. Two would have been life ending. Her hair was close to dry when she went back to sleep. She tried to make it longer, but felt harassed that she was not alone. Dreams had been hard to remember the first week, but they were piling up now. She didn't know if she was remembering things or adding fantasies to what she did. All she knew was she couldn't be her own witness. With each waking she was a little more confused and a little more convinced she shouldn't have gone back for the brooch. It could have waited. At the time the idea of leaving Junior out there to believe no one was coming was too much and it was too much now, but was it worth it?   The elf was back when she got up, laying beside her with his arm folded behind his head.   Him again. Jacky looked at him a minute, but decided she didn't really care. She didn't know why. It should have embarrassed her but it was like sleeping with a big white dog. She got the feeling he thought of her as a cat. She looked across the room and saw Herman on his back against the wall, also asleep. Some kind of spell had fallen over this house. She and Junior were exempt. She grabbed her poncho and went out the front door. The moonlit air was bright and icy. She wasn't wearing her shoes but she didn't expect to go far and wanted the snow to bite her feet a little. It felt good even when it stung. When she got to the gate she put her hand on it and flipped up the latch (too complicated for a dead guy, apparently), but never pushed it forward. It would have been easy, but the idea of the gate held fast. There was a bigger obstacle here than a physical one. I shouldn't, Jacky thought. More like I can't. She'd been thinking about this a lot and the conclusion she came to was damned if I do, damned if I don't.
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Wait you write for Kamisama kiss??? OMG Tomoe's been my crush for years 😭 omg if it's okay with you then can I have general yandere headcannons about everyone's favourite fox boy?? 🌕 Anon
YANDERE TOMOE HEADCANONS
Note: I also love Tomoe. Btw this might suck because I'm bad at general anything.
Pronouns used: feminine, she/her (for convenience)
WARNING(S): yandere themes, slightly suggestive
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YOKAI
Possessive, Manipulative, Violent (to others)
AS A ROUGUE YOKAI, pledging his loyalty to others never truly appealed to him; to a woman nonetheless. Being a formidable demon never called for such requirements.
You were feisty, pointing the round end of your broom in his direction. You knew not of who was there, yokai or human but you feigned confidence. The trembling of your hands gave it away, you were scared as one would be. “Who's there?”
The pale moonlight peeked through the few windows lining the walls, carefully calling attention to your features. You were easy on the eyes and yet so hard to look at. Your eyes were glassy and narrowed into thin slits. Your legs shook violently in anticipation for him to reveal himself as you hugged the broom flush against your chest. Such a look didn't suit you.
Having mercy on you, he decided to cut his fun a little short.
As one does, Tomoe made his way to a brothel which he was fairly acquainted with. All in a pitiful attempt to find solace amongst the predatory gazes of the women occupying it. But alas, he could not. With every look upon their faces twisted into one that mimicked your own. Captivating and seemingly kind, tempting him to reach out and touch it.
Tomoe is no fool. His emotions are evident, terribly so. He longs for a human woman and there's no need to deny it. Your image has been engraved in his memory down to every last detail. Women who were not you could no longer soothe his mind as they appeared lackluster in comparison.
Thus, he sought after you. In the middle of the night, he was whisked away by the chilly wind in search of the woman. Your scent was heavy on his mind, leading him back to the small cabin you resided in. His footsteps were night, almost silent as he entered your home, searching for you.
To his luck, there you were. Rolled up in a cotton futon, lulled by the chirps of noisy crickets. Yes, he's decided; You are his and no one else's. Tomoe isn't one for sharing and he'll make sure you're aware.
Akura-ou was quick to find out about your existence, which was a pain within itself. He would toy with you just to get under Tomoe's skin. It's not every day you get to see your moody "counterpart" fall so hard for someone, let alone a human. Anyhow, those who've tormented you weren't as fortunate as Akura-ou, serving a far more unpleasant demise for their actions.
If not for you, Tomoe wouldn't hesitate to massacre every man who looks your way. Having good-looking women by his side is nothing he isn't used to, yet, you are different. As his woman, he wouldn't want someone to so much as breathe the same air as you. The mere thought renders him ill.
Although, if you ask him not to he'll try his best to listen to your wishes. Keyword: try. He would never want to upset you, oh not at all! However he's only "human", even he has his limits.
No matter how he may terrify you, running is NOT an option. You will never be too far from his grasp. As long as his heart is beating, no one will ever have his heart. The fox demon is a bit too eager to show how he got his reputation in the Yokai world. As his other half, why don't you sit down and watch for a while?
“Foolish girl, when will you finally understand that your efforts are futile? Your cries may pain me but if I must tie you down to keep you. Then I shall.”
FAMILIAR
Loyal, Overprotective, Posessive
BEFORE HE MET YOU HE WAS A YOKAI, drowning in a pit of endless grief. Though not a powerful God, you held enough power to help the lost kitsune. You, determined to save him, kissed him and made Tomoe you familiar. For that, he was forever grateful.
Sure his bloodlust has been soothed over the decades, but it doesn't cease to exist. However, betrayal has never crossed his mind. His loyalty to you runs deeper than the blood that courses through veins. He is bound to you for life and he will serve you until greeted by death's embrace
He still finds you to be a subpar God in nearly every aspect. You were so uncool and lame as you lacked elegance, lazy in comparison to many, and awfully forgetful. But it made you even more charming. Tomoe found himself growing fond of your minor habits, though still trying to push healthier ones upon you, they were sweet, or even cute dare he say.
If you so choose, you can touch his ears. What can I say, the thought has plagued his mind more times than he cares to admit. Intimacy with you is not exactly scarce, you dot on the fox quite a bit, however, he yearns for more of your attention, your time. Being your familiar for some years has honestly built up his confidence. (There was no way in hell he'd ask you that and earlier than now.)
You cannot have another familiar, not a chance. Tomoe will burn them to the ground if they even try to kiss you. If you've had familiars before him, fuck them. They can die for all he cares. All you have to do is ask and he will gladly do the honors. (He knows you won't, unfortunately)
No male familiars are permitted to sleep by your side, except him of course. He must retain his superiority somehow. Allowing them to see you so vulnerable is not an option.
For you, he'd do an ything if it's within his power. As long as it doesn't put you or your reputation in danger that is.
“You reek of that wretched Tengu, must you always converse with such lowlives, mistress? If my company is not to your liking please allow me to fix myself. I am your loyal familiar and you should know I'm also the best.”
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xoxostarlet · 16 days
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now playing: <riding my lovesick best friend to tears!> 00:00/10:00
starring: re2r best friend!Leon x obsessed!reader
tw: NSFW, non-con, sub!Leon, shameless smut, dead dove content, guilt, delusions, dacryphilia, creampie, mild overstimulation, manipulation, gaslighting, creep reader, both reader and Leon is 18+, MDNI
minors DO NOT interact. read at your own risk. ageless blogs will be blocked.
you remembered the first day he asked to be friends. it was the first vivid memory you had. anything before was foggy. hazed at best. but you remember that day down to the detail. the way the wind blew at his hair, his boyish grin, his perfect blue eyes, and those sneakers he wore for years when he was a kid. even when it looked like it was about to fall apart. he called them his lucky shoes.
he lost them in second grade. cried about it for days. you were only keeping it safe for him in your little drawer. along with the candy wrappers he threw, his little toy soldiers, and the collection continued to evolve as you both grew up together. you told each other everything. well, except for what the little silver key you wore around your neck all the time was for. you'll give him his stuff back. promise.
friendships come with time and practice but you were never able to grasp the concept of it. he was the only one. your only friend. your best friend. and you were about to lose him. his voice pricked at your daze like a pin. you blinked a few times, turning to him.
"what?"
he looked concerned.
"you were spacing out. did you hear what i said about Casey?"
he asked. there was a brief flash of annoyance on his features. your heart sunk. he had never been annoyed at you before. ever. suddenly it felt hard to breathe. he wasn't the Leon you knew. he was infected. possessed. the Leon you knew never got annoyed at you no matter what you did. this was all Casey's doing. you had to save him.
and of course you heard it. he talked about her a lot. you were his listening ear when he first started crushing on her, when they had their first time together (which made you sick to your stomach, hurling, and crying like a drunk on your toilet seat). but it was all going to be okay because it was clearly a mistake and he’s going to come back. he’s yours just as much as you’re his. and you were his entirely.
"sorry. i was just thinking about how things are gonna be different now that you're officially with Casey."
his face softened, a flash of guilt crossing his features.
"it's fine. Casey's my girlfriend and you're my best friend. it's different. i would never ditch you and you know that."
he says gently in that tone he always used when you made him feel bad. it's not like you had to try to make him feel bad, you were a sympathy magnet really. it was probably why he decided to befriend you in high school in the first place. always too nice for his own good. or maybe he just had some sort of savior complex. not that you were complaining. you wanted him to save you.
"i know i'm just...processing the news. i'm happy for you though."
you say with the best smile you could master despite how you were practically seething and nauseous and upset. it almost reached your eyes, too. he fell for it. of course he did. you were his best friend. why would you lie to him? so he did what he did best. he smiled at you. the same smile that sent tingles down to your toes and filled your heart with roses. he was still the same sweet man you love and care for. she was a disease that was taking him away.
you needed Casey gone. 
3 months later, he was at your doorstep looking like an absolute wreck. he had eyebags, his eyes were red and puffy, and his hair was a mess. he fell into your open arms as soon as you greeted him. so you invite him in, let him crash on your couch and cry it out. you ordered his favourite take out, put on his favourite movie, and pulled a blanket between the two of you. the proximity was making your mouth water. he cries so pretty too. what can't he do?
"i don't know where it went wrong...i love her."
his words stung but you kept your composure. love? come on. she was an obstacle for what he truly felt. he loves you. not her. those messages you hacked into their chats playing both him and her was paying off. bless being the top of your computer science course. you rubbed his back reassuringly and pulled him into a hug. you took a deep breath of his hair. he smelled warm and clean, his minty shampoo mixed with the smell of the air outside. you shivered at how his head was in the crook of your neck.
"it's not your fault, Leon. you were too good for her. i told you."
you cooed, wiping his tears away with the pads of your thumbs as you held his face. you were inches away from his lips. his soft pretty lips. when he realised your lingering gaze, he began to pull away. he tried to but...you kissed him.
"dude, what the hell?!"
he yelled, pulling away. his face was red and bewildered. so many things were going through his mind.
"come on. forget her. let me help you."
his eyes widened and he frowned.
"no. no you're wrong! get away from me!"
he said, backing away. he was just nervous. that kiss must have been so incredible that it made him get cold feet. how cute! so you tugged his collar and kissed him harder despite his protests, squishing his face so that he would part his jaw and let you in. he tasted so good. it was everything you dreamed of. but...he wasn't kissing you back.
"please, this is not what i want. i don't want to hurt you."
he pleaded. you giggled giddily. how silly of him! he could never hurt you. you were both made for each other! and so you straddled him in place, kissing down his neck as he pleaded for you to stop. he was crying again. your heart fluttered as you kissed away his tears. your clothed cunt was grinding against the bulge in his jeans.
"s-stop! please, get off of me! this is wrong- mmf"
he pleads, trying to push you off only for you to kiss him. you held on and continued. he was getting harder.
"you're getting harder, Leon. you want this."
he turned away, unable to watch. he didn't want to push you off in fear of hurting you by exerting strength. he felt nauseous. you began to strip. tugging your shirt and bra off. he froze, eyes darting up to meet yours frantically. your hands slipped under his shirt and roamed his bare chest, flicking his stiff nipples which earned soft whimpers from him. you lifted yourself up and tugged him out of the waistband of his sweats. he was so pretty and hard. you toyed with his slit, rubbing circles on the tip with his precum. he hissed, clenching his jaw. 
"please, stop i still love her- ah shit...please i- nghh."
his protests halted as you began stroking his cock. hands pistoning it at a constant pace while your slit rubbed against his tip. his head fell back and his jaw was clenched. soft groans fell from his lips. the sight of him losing himself was making you drip onto his weeping cock. you slid it in smoothly, moaning at how deeply it nestled in you.
"fuck...Leon....you feel so- ngh good- hah..."
he was groaning and huffing despite himself, the wet squelching noises growing louder as you bounced on his cock. he was getting close, his knuckles whitened as he gripped the sofa.
"please get off, i'm gonna-"
he begged, trying to warn you feebly. you ignored his pleas.
"it's okay hah do it hah inside..."
his eyes widened and he tried to pull out but you pressed down and moaned against the shell of his ear as spurts of his cum shot inside you. you were breathing heavily and so was he but you were not done yet.
"m’so close, Leon..."
you say, bouncing again. he was whimpering, overstimulation beginning to kick in as you continued to piston his sensitive cock inside you.
"s-stop please i can't! it hurts..."
he pleads but you were too lost, chasing your own high. so when you were close, your pussy clenched tightly around him making him groan as you both reached your highs together. you slumped onto him, breathing hard. he was still buried inside you and you knew that this was how you wanted to die. he felt so good your legs shook. you slowly lifted yourself off of him watching as his cum and your slick gathers and drips onto his sweatpants. your pussy was clenching instinctively as the cum continued to leak onto him. 
when you finally looked at his face, his eyes were glassy and his face was all flushed and wet with tears. he didn't want to face you. he couldn't. he felt hurt, betrayed, and gross. you gently tilted his face towards you and gave him a soft peck on the lips.
"i love you."
you breathed out, eyes twinkling as you gazed at his angelic face. his face contorted in a silent rage at your words. he stood up and began scrubbing at his pants with the napkin.
"here, let me help-"
you offered only to be met by the coldest glare you had ever seen from him. you could hear your heart thundering through the cottony haze of your fucked out mind.
"don't. fucking. touch me."
he spat. he left immediately after and all you had left was his cum coated napkin. you breathed it in, moaning a little. you swept all the napkins he used, his plastic cup, and even took pictures of what he left behind. all of those things now sit at the bottom of that locked wooden drawer of yours. you smile at the thought.
he hasn't spoken to you since. it's been a week. and when you do see him, he looked away. he keeps to himself most of the time now and he's not with Casey anymore either. that slut moved on quick. you paid for the perfect actor to steal her attention when she was at the lowest from your constant bullying and mean threats on her socials and private messages. she was immediately smitten. you couldn’t wait for her to be heartbroken just like you were when Leon kept prattling on and on about her and how happy she made him. but that's fine. you knew he'd come back around. he always does. you were made for each other. best friends.
and you were right. 
a week later, he was at your doorstep again and this time, he was the one who kissed you. no obstacles will separate you both again. not Casey. not anyone.
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blueparadis · 1 year
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❝ LIE TO ME ❞ + MIKAGE REO.
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+. [synopsis] :: They say love comes to those who wait, those who fight, are willing to go against the world. Love is written on stars, they say, a prince saving princess, an escape, an explosion of ‘what ifs and buts’, a scar yet to be healed, a wound yet to be inflicted; but what about the love that comes easy like a wind on a hot summer day? A love that was not written on the stars. +. [content warnings] :: semi-canon compliance,all characters are 20+, language,smut, f!reader, fwb!tropes, fluff, alcohol, smoking, slight age gap (reader is older than him), angst, hurt and comfort, mention of hookups, dating, erotica, slow romance; mention of nagi, isagi, bachira, sae ; work count — 6kish.
+. [notes] :: This is a part of my & @nyaaaaanma paradise kiss's sexy winter time collab. I wanted to write this because I love Reo and friends with benefits tropes. This piece is very dear to me however it's not self-indulgent. you can also read on AOIII. tagging @orchid3a & @tokyo-sano for listening to me babble about this like a duck. I know i don't annoy you still thank you !! +. [playlist] :: lie to me , dark red , daydream , seaside , can i call you tonight? , watermelon sugar , cherry, bad texter , attention , stargirl.
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[ i ]::
The heir to the wealthiest house in town, Reo Mikage was the perfect specimen of an eligible bachelor. Dreamy eyes, bright in academics, a good physique, and a dashing smile — one could say he was one of a kind. But rich kids like him tend to abuse it, of course not by choice yet Reo did. Reo was anything but obedient. He always had a way of disobeying his father’s words, doing the opposite of what he was asked to do. No, he was not stubborn. He was angry, angry for being pulled into the mirage of conquering the world as placed by his father, angry for not being able to see through the lies he was fed as a kid, angry that his own parents betrayed him, and butchered his dreams of standing on top of the world.
And, he retaliated, just like a child would when deprived of their favorite toy. He left no room for his parents to complain yet did every other thing that a rich spoiled brat tends to do: late-night parties, girls, hook-ups, and sometimes smoking. He thought it would make him cool, at least that is what he got from girls who swooned over him but unfortunately, it did not suit his taste; smoking was okay but weed was off limits for him.
During the summer vaccination, Reo had visited all the pubs mainly situated on the outskirts of his town; where he used to meet with his friends, and of course, if he had a chance, he would spend some time with a girl. He liked it, not entirely but in bits and pieces, being the center of attention with Nagi beside him, doe eyes more than a pair checking him out as he enjoyed his drink manspreading on the settee. At the same time, Nagi was busy flaunting one of his newly learned vaping techniques. 
On most days, he takes Nagi along with him, sometimes beyond his will and solely because he did not have to entertain any kind of silly obvious flirts. Sometimes, he felt suffocated to put up with all these facades. After all, he was doing it out of spite. He could not care about anything other than soccer, holding the world cup in his hands amidst the cheering crowd. For him, everything becomes trifling, so little of value whenever it comes to soccer is totally contrary to his father’s beliefs, morals, and needs. It makes him sick.
Nagi’s laughter roared amidst the loud music that was deafening Reo’s ears. He hated it, all these neon lights, short-lived attention like a shooting star in the sky but he loved it when the same girls cheered him and shouted his name while he was about to score the last goal. He loved the echo of those voices that reeked of desperation for victory and nothing else. Yes, a victory that he chased at every breath, at each passing moment until he saw her that day, on a hot summer evening. 
She passed by his lavish car dragging the trolley with one hand and adjusting her hat with the other wearing a peach-colored one-piece that pronounced her curves. Reo never bothered to spare a second glance at any girls he had dated till now, not that he particularly remembers who gave him a blow job last night, at least not voluntarily because things like that came smoothly to him.  But he remembered how he turned his head to get a glimpse of that girl, the girl with a butterfly tattoo
And Oh! wait and an odd butterfly bracelet on her left hand. Odd since he has not noticed any girls around him wearing such a piece of jewelry that barely hugged their wrists. For a moment, he thought that if she were to run or jerk her hand away she might misplace it. God, how he desperately wished the world to stop moving, how he wanted the red signal at the crossroad to stay red but the moment it turned green, he breathed in air realizing the tangy taste of love at first sight. 
This happened months ago, during summer vacation and now it is almost time for winter vacation.  Reo never believed in love at first sight but if he were to write about it in his diary or that journal app that he downloaded because the icon looked pretty, he would write about her. However momentary the feeling was, it felt valid, it felt right. 
Reo’s eyes spun everywhere as he stood leaning against the wall. He was secretly thankful to Isagi for stealing the girl from him. He wasn’t particularly interested in her in the first place. A sharp tone dehazed his vision as he took another drag. “Fuck, you’re so wasted. Can you really go home all by yourself…?” Sweet, melodious, and inebriated it seemed to his senses or maybe he drank too much today. He peeked from behind the wall.
Still, with the cigarette in between his fingers, his lips parted slightly and eyes registering the miracle he could ever ask for. This is what they must call chance encounters he pondered. There she is. Reo’s legs moved before he could think of anything, such as how to approach a girl in a bar or be the good guy yet not the creepy one. With his wobbly steps, he proceeded onwards.
She was still there, that butterfly bracelet was dangled as she helped the guy to be on his feet. They were about to trip but the girl managed to keep the balance. Reo smiled to himself as a firm grip kept him from going further on. “Oye, Reo. ohh fuck… ”, Nagi drawled in lazily realizing that Reo was too drunk for someone who had to drive and go home. So, at times like these Nagi just calls his parents to tell them that Reo is gonna stay over at his house which actually saves both of them a lot of work. Money was never the problem for Reo and luckily Nagi was never the one to stay by his side for the cash. So, they always seem to crawl back to each other, even after an argument.
“Oye… Reo, you’re staying at mine.”, Nagi stated after he was done with booking a cab and informing his parents.
“Tsk, what a drag! Can’t she come with us too?” Reo blinked craving to see her, clearer, yet when he opened his eyes she was gone, even the guy. He clicked his tongue and gave in. He was too upset to pursue his feelings.
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The morning rolled in faster than Reo had expected. It was already eleven when he opened his eyes. As usual, Nagi was sitting at the center of the couch, buried in video games. The room was bright and hot, Reo felt his ears burn and the back of his throat a little churning when he swallowed. His mouth felt so dry that he felt the urge to drink gallons of water.
“Good morning.”Nagi said, earning Reo’s gaze. “The geyser is on but if you feel, you can shower in normal water instead”, he paused his video game, and shifted his body to lock eyes with Reo saying with a furrow between his eyebrows, “Don’t use too much shampoo.” Reo finally felt that he was not in deep slumber, nor in dreamlands. He rolled over the bed to avert the sunbeams stilling on his skin before closing his eyes and exhaling.
“Sei, i’m home. I brought takeouts.”, she said, keeping the food on the kitchen counter.
“Leftovers.”, Nagi exclaimed with boredom.
“Nope. Takeouts.”, she barked, kicking the pumps off your feet so as to rush into the bathroom. Within ten minutes you were done refreshing and for once she did not have to yell at her brother since running hot water was available. She slipped into fresh clothes before finally sitting in front of the laptop.
“Who’s that?”, 
“My cousin sister. She will be here for almost a month.”, Nagi drawled in as Reo dragged his feet with utmost strength to stand upright. He cracked his knuckles and joints before hitting the bath. The cold water on his skin felt better than the lukewarm one. Reo could feel his energy being replenished as he came out of the bathroom in boxers and rubbed his hair rigorously. 
He went straight to the fridge to grab a bottle of water, cooler than normal temperature. Reo preferred it that way. It is one of his bad habits. He is aware of that yet refused to get rid of it. The half-empty bottle stands on the kitchen counter as last night was starting to collect in his mind in flashes.
Y/n entered the kitchen with her eyes locked on the phone screen and earphones plugged in. She would have collided in a house that was alien to her, unlike this one. She opened the fridge door, grabbed a bottle, and left the kitchen through the other door in perfect delicacy still being hooked onto that small rectangular screen. She did not even register the presence of another soul in the kitchen as she passed by Reo.
Life is full of mishaps and rare coincidences but for Reo, this one was the first instance for both of them: a mishap and a coincidence. The half-clad boy dropped the bottle as he swung his hand while turning around, blinking to see what exactly he was seeing. It’s her, a butterfly on the nape and a very loose dangling bracelet. It really is her.
[ iii ] :: 
There were so many things on my mind that were weighing me down, my heart but I had to neglect all of those because never in my life had I thought I would meet her again. The only downside is that she is Nagi’s sister and elder to me, almost three to five years if I were to guess. For the first time in my life, I wanted to pursue someone, a girl, and my feelings but there are just so many boundaries. The age wasn’t much of a problem but that might intimidate me if I ever walked up to her to initiate our first conversation. 
I came home late after spending the whole day at Nagi’s place, purposely since I didn’t want to get yelled at and I didn’t want to ruin this mood, this feeling of something special, something so different yet so very familiar. Was I in love? Not really. Will I think about her? definitely.  
“You’re late, Reo.”, and my blood boiled at that very instant, hearing my father’s voice. I didn’t plan on arguing with him, it would be a waste of time plus I hate it when I get yelled at or have to yell or be a witness to it. In general, i just hate fights and arguments but would never back down when really needed; ‘desperate times, desperate measures ’
“. . .  oye, reo are you listening? Tsk! It’s useless to talk to you these days.”
Useless, huh? And trampling on my dreams, wasn’t it? Oh, how very amusing! I went to my room without further ruckus, grabbed a bottle of chilled water, and went to my room. Before I could lie down on the bed I heard mom yelling and felt my stomach turn. As I said, fights & arguments make me nauseous. 
My attention was diverted to my phone. Nagi? At this hour?
“Reo, glad you're still awake. Wanna join us tomorrow night? I already scored.”
“Depends. Who else is gonna be there? And by the way, who’s we?”
“well… me, Isagi, Bachira & maybe some of his friends.”
 I had most of my assignments completed. Some had deadlines a week later after the winter vacation is over so I'll do the finishing touches later.
It's not like I had something to do after soccer practice so I thought it would be better to be at his house than mine. 
But I didn't think his sister was gonna be there and that too greeting me at the doorstep. Of course, she would be here. Nagi mentioned that she's gonna stay the whole winter vacation, and might leave around new years. “Sei is probably in his room sulking and waiting for you ”, she said, strolling through the corridor without meeting my eyes. “Probably eating chips and Isagi and others are upstairs.” I wasn't worried that I was the last one to crash. No, all I thought was how bad I was at making decisions. 
Reo, Nagi, Isagi, Bachira, and a few others were sitting in a circle, gossiping and circulating chips and a blunt. Reo is not actively participating. He sure is just reacting whenever one has to share one of their few secrets. But that’s about it. Truth or dare occupied this evening. Initially, Sae suggested monopoly since he was good at it but he was voted out. Besides, it is not just the boys. Isagi brought a girl with him. He often does that at small parties like these. Must be nice to always have someone at speed dial to blow off some steam. Reo recognized her. It is the same girl from that day, the girl who was skillfully skewed from him by Isagi. 
Pity was the last thing he needed right now, for him, it is mostly a one time thing with no strings attached. But if either one of them managed not to linger over such silly gestures like holding hands, sharing milkshakes and cigarettes, going for late night walks, and what not then half of the work is done. And, that girl beside Isagi seemed to be just that type otherwise Reo doubts that Isagi is the kind to let it linger but who knows? change is always happening, we just do not see it properly. So, self-pity was the first emotion he felt whenever Reo and the girl exchanged glances. 
Those amethyst eyes stilled over the spinning bottle, the cigarette burns pressed in between his lips while his mind tries to think of any other things than her, than nagi’s cousin sister. She must be downstairs: busy with herself or just sulking. And what exactly is he doing here? Why is he even wasting his time in this silly game of lies and half-lies? Sure, there is a possibility that she already does have a boyfriend or girlfriend but doesn't hurt to find out? Does it now?
“Truth or dare.”, Reo asked, filling the air near his mouth with minty puffs of smoke. 
“Truth.”, Nagi answered while everyone sighed in unison with boredom. But Reo was not disappointed. Not at all; in fact, he wished to make it count lucidly.
“Is your sister dating someone?”
“What?”
“Now I’m curious too.”Bachira admitted shamelessly. 
“Now tell us Nagi, is she?”Sae added while Isagi smirked while taking another vodka shot. 
“ehhh—What a pain!”. Nagi was in his usual demeanor: laid back, unattentive eyes, and lazy contribution in talks. For a guy like him one might think he is harmless let alone be a tease yet his short-lived comments could get anyone’s ear burned in anger. 
“Why don’t you ask her?”, Nagi added as his sister stepped onto the rooftop. All of them fell silent. The only audible sound was y/n’s humming as she kept closing the distance between her and them with packed food and drinks. 
“Truth or dare, nee-san?” Sae broke the silence.
“Umm. . . dare.”, y/n responded crouching so as to empty her hands and it had to be beside Reo of all people. It is not the first time Reo and she has been in the same place and same time but why is he getting so nervous? She was close to his body, her hand almost touched his arms. That was the only change he could spot.
“Bingo. Kiss the boy who's the most handsome in here.” Sae knew what he was doing but he did not expect Reo’s gaze to drill a hole at the back of his head as she walked near him with slow short steps. For Reo, that kind of vicinity was lethal to his heart and it was already drumming. It is surprising to him how Sae was so calm after such a bomb drop of a question.
“You really can’t be serious, Sae.”, she spoke, crossing her arms amongst her chest. “I mean of course I think sei is the most handsome in here but if I were to kiss him I’d be late to my practice every day.”, she gently patted Nagi’s head saying, “he’ll put my alarm off”
“Nee-san. . .”, Nagi joined. He sounded embarrassed but no one noticed. Every other pair of eyes were on her except Reo. Reo just wanted to disappear for a moment. It was too much for him, feeling so many things at the same time at such close quarters. Her phone rang and she disappeared downstairs while talking. Reo could finally take a breath of relief. 
“And Reo, the answer to your question is no. She is not dating anyone, not that I know of.” Nagi lit a cigarette while Bachira spun the beer bottle. Neither dragged the matter anymore. Only Reo did, he pursued his feelings when there was still time.
Y/N was making coffee for herself. If it was just Nagi and his best friend, Reo then she might have joined but there is too much attention that she could handle if she were to take part in today’s small friendly party. She has heard about this guy, Reo, many times. Reo is coming over today, It was Reo who dragged me into playing soccer, Reo this, Reo that. In all honesty, she was a little curious to meet him finally but when she saw her that day at the pub almost knocked out due to drinking and being the center of attraction for most of the girls around him, something died in her. She was not even able to fully understand it. Was it hope for affection or a promise of falling in love? 
She heard rapid footsteps descending the stairs. Speak of the devil. Without acknowledging her presence Reo headed straight to the bathroom. “Ah geez!!”, she murmured as Reo bolted the door loudly. She was enjoying her coffee and chatting. Fingertips jumped all over the keyboard with her bottom lip pressed in between her teeth and eyebrows anxious for a moment. She felt restless as she heard the sound of the bathroom door closing in. She would not have if she had not heard her brother saying that she is not dating anyone at the moment. Why was she a topic of conversation?
“Why didn’t you join us then?” Reo spoke chewing the gum when his eyes met hers through the corner of her eyes, for a mere two seconds. It was just the fragility of curiosity. She really did not mean to create an opening for him to talk but alas!
“I don’t want to.”, her response was quick for someone who is busy on the phone, unbothered to even spare a glance to the person who is trying to make a conversation.
“It’ll be fun. I promise you won't be bored.”, Reo swings his hand over his chest amending, “i’ll make sure of it.���  Finally, Reo had her eyes on him. Yes, finally. She had lush green eyes,full of hopes, perhaps promises too; a promise of falling in love it is then.
“Reo.”, she took a quick glance at the boy who was standing at the opposite side of the kitchen counter, “thank you for your time but I’m not exactly the kind you’d wanna spend the rest of vacation with. Find another chick to waste time with.” Y/N kept the mug near the sink, grabbed a beer bottle from the fridge, and vanished into her room. The door closed with a bang and that was when Reo's heart, which was as still as a pond, had ripples of regret and hurt. Just what the fuck was that? 
[ iv ]:: 
The sun is too bright for a morning in December. Y/N was sweating profusely yet did not want to fan herself with the hat she was holding or the piece of paper that must have been lost somewhere in her tote bag. Moreover, she should be less worried about the weather. She had more pressing matters to handle. A meet and an apology. Yep, that’s it, that might get rid of the weird icky feeling that had dawned on her since last the weekend. And why did she feel like that?
Well, it was Nagi’s doing. For any outsider, they seemed like a sibling pair who envied each other and were always at each other’s throats. But that was not the case. Sure, they do fight but that has been all in the past. Now, it is primarily discussions and discipline once in a blue moon. The latter worked in only one way. It was always Nagi who seemed to give her a pep-talk like a parent would, like an elder sibling would. 
“Nee-san, did you say something to Reo?”, Nagi asked as he entered the room without knocking. Uh-oh! he is mad. “He was acting weird since he came from downstairs.”, he added turning upside down so as to take a good look at her face which was currently curled up under the blanket.
“Oye. Nee-sann. . .?”
She could have avoided it. She could have lied but she did not. Mostly because by now she had realized that she fucked up, big time. Nagi is not someone who would stir past things up elevating any kind of grudge. 
“Yes. . .?”, she spoke peeping through the blanket.
“What’s up with that? Oh, fuck! You did not . . .”, a heavy sigh went past his lips as “ . . . Reo —he is a little sensitive. Generally, he is not but please don’t get him worked up.”
And three days; three days she thought of every possible way to talk to Reo, looking for a way to apologize to him but it never came. So, she decided to take the matter into her own hands, and now, she is standing outside the Mikage Corporations. There is no guarantee that she will be able to meet him. It was a gamble when she decided to get to him through his workplace. She already was  so anxious and the heat was getting really unruly as time passed. She was fanning herself with the set of notes until a pleasing calm feeling soothed her senses. As she spotted a shadow of an umbrella on the ground she turned her head only to find the person she was looking for, Reo Mikage. Her heart thundered against her ribcage when her eyes locked with his. She came here to meet him but why was she so nervous again?
We were sitting opposite to each other at a cafe and Y/N has been swirling the spoon in the coffee for a minute or so. Truth be told, I had no idea why she is here or why she looked so worked up. “So. . . why’re we here exactly?”, I started and she left the spoon idle. Finally.
“I’m sorry. . .  for that day — at our home. I shouldn’t have, you know said such things . . .” It took me a while to realize what exactly she was apologizing for and when I did, I couldn’t help but smile. She still had her eyes on the cup. Well-groomed and tensed hands playing with the cup. Part me was infuriated at her apology while the other was infatuated with her. I wanted to see what she would do if i were to forgive her right away. 
“It’s alright.” I said and she looked at me with so much surprise in her eyes. She did not speak, and looked at me for a little too long, probably searching for an explanation which I wasn’t going to give her. What would I tell? That I kinda like her? Yeah, I tried. I was blown off, not happening again.
“Why’re you so dressed ?”
“Sorry. Wh—at?”, I came back to my senses. She had such a way of doing that. Every. damn. time.
“I mean. . . why’re you dressed in suit and so like festive…” That’s it? That’s the reaction to my forgiveness?
“Oh! This? I am expected to grace Mikage Corporations with my presence twice a month. We’re hosting an annual party so i’m stuck here.”
“Oh. . .”
“You should come.” At that, she chuckled nervously. I didn’t even invite her properly yet she was so . . . bashful about it. 
“I’m actually here for my ballet practices so . . . that’s why I was late for whatever sei planned that day. He always plans something when I’m busy.” 
By now, she was almost done with her coffee. I didn’t order any since can’t afford to enjoy my time with her where so many eyes are looking at us. Perhaps, I seemed different, cold, and harsh but she didn’t seem to let me feel as such.
I took my hands out of my pocket to keep my hands over the table leaning towards her. “You do know that you didn’t need to apologize right? I mean at least you’re a little bit aware that I . . . ohkay nevermind. . .”, I finished since I noticed her angry eyebrows and the dangling butterfly bracelet I checked my watch and saw it was almost time for my next meeting so I excused myself. I was about to leave the cafe. I don’t know what happened to me but I looked back at our seats. She was already looking.
[ v ]:: 
Days passed yet Y/N did not stop thinking about the day at the cafe. Reo was not at all bothered by all the things she said yet y/n was going nuts over it. It felt so stupid and childish. She just came home from practice and did not have any kind of energy to do anything else. Her eyes landed on a pair of tickets. Special offer till midnight, any day, every day. Without further thought she grabbed one of them and yelled, “Sei, I’ll be back within an hour.”, leaving the house.
The moment Reo stepped into the bar he spotted Y/N sitting alone with her glass empty. She asked for a refill as Reo approached her without much thought. 
“Can I take this seat?” Y/N beamed bowing her head down a little as Reo took the seat beside her. His voice sounded husky and deep, face gleaming against those neon lights. 
“Well, you already are.”, she supplied.
“Mind if I ask you something?”
“Sure. go ahead.”
“Wanna hit the dance floor? With me?” Y/N beamed again. Reo was not taking no for answer. He was already up at his feet a little hesitant to lay out his hand. 
“Okay.”, she said hooking her arms around his. Reo did not expect this but he was not going to complain. When they were amidst the crowd she let go of his hand. As they started dancing bathing their body against the neon lights, she held on to his jacket pulling his ears closer to her mouth. “But that is not what you wanted to ask, isn't it ?” He reeked of alcohol, expensive colonge and loneliness.
Y/N could hear his smirk. Reo did not retreat. He tilted his head a little, his lips almost grazing her earlobes. “Why? . . . why don’t you give me a chance?”, Reo’s hands that were handing lose are now getting a little courageous. “why don’t you give yourself a chance?”
Reo moved a little wanting to see her face but had not much luck. “I— I don’t want to hurt you. As simple as that.”
Reo combed back his hair with his palms that were about to cup her face. His hands were far from her tensed body while hers were still resting on the hem of his jacket. “don’t worry.”, Reo’s eyes jumped from her lips to her eyes for a second. “you won’t.”, he said before pressing a kiss on her lips. She arched a little, and her grip on the jacket grew strong enough to be felt by him, a subtle pressure around his nape. As his hands were about to lock her in his embrace it stilled in midway cupping her palms. Reo did not feel the need to do so, to hold her in his embrace for continuing the kiss. His influence on her was high already. It was evident as he gained a little mewl from her before his lips parted with hers.
One. 
One glance before the lights went off for a few seconds and the dancing mob expressed their disappointment in unison. Reo felt her hands quickly slip out from his grasp and when the lights were on, Reo could no longer spot her anywhere in the crowd. He exhaled deeply with an unbearable ache in the corner of his heart. His first kiss tasted tangy too.Fuck. he got ahead of himself.
[ vi ]:: 
The alarm beeps with an awful intensity for a few seconds and then it dies immediately. The sun is not bright, even when the curtains are drawn in there is no warmth on the skin. Last night was a blast, in fact, a grave mistake. Reo stood in front of the mirror checking his phone. A new notification. It’s a match. At least he had something else to keep the rest of his day occupied.
The fumes of a half-burnt cigarette rose up to the cloudy sky. It is barely noon yet the sun is still unable to find a way out of the gray haze of the sky. It is settled. It’s going to rain, soon, for both the sky and those young hearts. Y/N was waiting at the bus stop. After her ballet practice, she intended to meet a friend who lived in the next town but her mood was utterly fucked. Moreover, the weather forecasts are not good either. There were so many things that were unknown to her, so many things yet to learn, yet to observe and seek, and to experience, which is why the unknown is always feared.
When she reached home, half-drenched and cold, she noticed a pair of shoes other than her little brother’s. It belonged to Reo since she could undoubtedly pick up on their voices, talking in an agitated manner. 
“Then, why the fuck would you go on a date that you didn’t like ?”
“I told you. I was . . .  I needed distraction.”
“Distraction? From what exactly.”
Nagi and Reo switched their gaze to the entrance of the room at the sound of a sneeze. “Nee-san . . .”, Nagi trailed off quickly leaving his seat to her aid. They kept talking as Nagi helped her with the bags and gave her a towel to dry her hair. It would take some time for the hot water to get ready still, Nagi could not figure out why did not she call him to let him know that she will be late or something. . . he would have gone to pick her up with umbrellas. Reo could have joined . . .Reo. . . Nagi tilted his head to see if Reo was still there or not. He was but he could see only his back. He rolled his eyes followed by a heavy sigh. The cause of distraction became crystal clear to him.
Reo could not shut his eyes. He could not forget how she glanced at him through the corner of her eyes and then quickly averted. It would not have been a much bother if it were not for the smile that followed the eye contact. He could not seem to back at her, he just could not forget about it. Besides, he is way too hungry to go back to sleep. Now that the bad taste of the date was gone he felt his hunger properly since he did not eat much for dinner.
Reo swallowed his yawn when he saw y/n in a flimsy dress hanging up to her knees. She was eating ice cream in the dead of the night sitting on the countertop and humming to herself. 
“Reo. . .”, she trailed off jumping on the floor and wiping her face with the sleeve of her dress. Was she drunk? 
“I’m hungry.”, Reo said opening the fridge. But he is not really concentrating, more like., he can’t.
“i—I’m leaving tomorrow.”
“Mm-hmm”
“I—I’ll miss you.”
Reo pinned her hands against the wall holding them over her head. His mouth was opening ajar, breathing hard and fast. “Oh really?”, he murmured as he slipped his hands underneath her dress. “I hope you really do after this.” 
To his surprise, y/n was not wearing underwear and that sure slowed his advances. She puckered her lips inwards holding her laughter but chocked on her breath when he suckeled on her neckline. Without futher delay he was on his knees, head buried in between her legs, lapping his tongue against her entrance. Reo gripped her thighs as he felt encouraged by a pair of hands skimming through his hair. Soft moans and huffs reached his ears but that did not stop him. 
Y/N could felt her sanity on edge, desire to touch herself but she did not had to. When Reo stopped she quickly cupped his face pulling him for a deep kiss, a kiss that lasted long enough to get Reo up on his feet, his hands around her body to place her on the counter. A momentary parting of lips as they glanced at each other before it all came down to waves of fireworks.
“Fuck.”, both of them uttered as a set of eight glassware was on the floor and that too pieces. The sound was loud enough to wake anyone up. y/n could not take any risks. “Go. leave. Now.”, she uttered without blinking. 
“No.”, Reo said earning her glare. “You should leave.”
“We’ll fight about this later. I promise.” and that was it. Nagi did wake up but was not bothered to check what it was since he is used to it. He was aware of his sister’s habit of midnight hunts but he was not aware that Reo contributed to this mess too. 
The next morning Nagi went to see her off to the station. He asked if it was her in the kitchen at night or not, to which she nodded a ‘yes’. 
“Was Reo there too?”, nagi asked.
Another ‘yes’.
“Well, he asked me for your number a few days ago, so I figured. . .” Nagi remained silent for a few seconds. He did not have to ask.
It was another yes.
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awesomerextyphoon · 1 year
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In From the Cold
Summary: Bucky comes home with little friend he found on a cold winter night. 
Pairing: Bucky x Black Female Reader 
Rating: 16/Teen
Word Count 1.2K
A/N: Some of the words are in Igbo with translation. Thanks to @mrsmischief209​ for the beta!
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“I hope Bucky gets back soon. The food’s getting cold,” your worried eyes spied the clock as thick flurries of snow blanketed the ground. 
“Don’t worry Mommy!” your daughter, Obioma, reassured you from the dinner table, “Daddy will be back soon! We aren’t being chased by bad men anymore!” 
“I know, I know Oma Nwam (dear),” you murmured as you kissed your daughter’s forehead, “It’s just that I worry.” 
And who could blame you? 
Ever since you met James three years ago, people have been after you. 
It started when you wanted to go to Trader Joe’s for movie snacks. You wanted to reward yourself for a grueling week of work and for picking up your co-workers slack again. The bright red of the store sign graced your skin when you heard a blast. 
The vestiges of HYDRA was looking for their Winter Soldier and they were done being tactful. 
Everything was a flurry of reds, oranges, yellows, and black as people ran for shelter. You almost vomited when you saw a man get sliced in half by falling debris. 
You plummeted to the ground after get the wind knocked out of you by the frantic crowd of panicked civilians. Closing your eyes in defeat, you waited for Death’s sweet embrace. But it never came. Instead, strong arms carried you to safety. 
You were saved by an angel who insists on being called otherwise. Though he did accept your offer to bum off your couch for a few days. 
Soon you realized that the Adonis who saved you was the one and only Bucky Barnes. You giggled at his bashful expression when you called him out on it. Here’s a man who battled against Captain America on equal footing, but couldn’t look you in the eye at a small question. 
It didn’t take long for the two of you to become friends in between running from HYDRA, Secret US Government Organizations, and assholes who wanted his vibranium arm. 
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The first kiss came as an accident. 
You were watching Lily & Stitch and Bucky was having a moment connecting to Stitch and you to Lilo. 
Bucky turned to you and wondered,“Do you think…I could change? Become a better person?”
You frowned at the tears welling up in his eyes. Here was a man who was nearly abandoned as POW experiment by his nation in during WW2 before being saved by his friend. A man who then was mind raped for nearly TWENTY YEARS until those fucking dobbers got their ‘fist’. A man who was trapped in his own mind for decades committing unspeakable crimes against humanity and the planet for the powers who wanted to ‘guide the people’. A man who never got to say goodbye to his loved ones robbed of nearly every chance to find peace. 
A man who despite everything he’s been through, he still wants do good and protect others. 
“Bucky, you are so much more than what HYDRA made you. You’re my angel,” you declared as you went in to kiss him on the cheek. 
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It took about two months of Sam and Nat ribbing both of you for being idiots to start dating. Barely two dates in and Steve caught you making out in the car like a couple of horny teenagers. 
Sam got a picture of it and sent it to Natasha. 
You gave birth to Obioma eight months later. 
A few months after giving birth to your beautiful baby girl, the US Gov’t finally backed off when Nat threatened to dump info on several redacted projects to the public. 
For the first time in nearly a century, Bucky was at peace. 
Then your daughter started walking at five months and talking at seven. Plus she crushed a hard plastic toy in her chubby little hands which caused your anxiety to spike for a bout two seconds before remembering Nat strong-armed the US Gov’t into getting off your backs.
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“Mommy! Mommy!” Obioma exclaimed, running to the front door, “Daddy’s home!” 
“Hello sunshine!”, Bucky picked up his adorable daughter,” How was your day?” 
“I went to Aunty Nat’s place for playtime and to make cookies! Then I went to Uncle Bruce for studying and met his cousin Jennifer!” 
“You met his cousin Jennifer? What was she like?”
“She’s really nice and fun! Plus, she taught me how to get out of taking a quiz!” Obioma jumped out her Nnam’s (dad’s) embrace bouncing up and down with unrestrained glee. 
“What did she say?” 
“She said to get Auntie Nat-“ 
“She said to get Nat to talk to Bruce in a closet.” You interrupted not wanting a repeat of this afternoon. You had a quick sidebar with cousin Jen. 
“Huh.” 
“Hey Daddy, what’s in your jacket?” Obioma stopped jumping long enough to notice the small lump near the top Bucky’s jacket. 
“Well sunshine,” Bucky knelt in front of the toddler,”This little one,” He slowly unzipped his jacket,”was lost and decided to give our family a chance.” 
Bucky unfurled his large hands to reveal,”Is that a snowball, Daddy?” 
“No Oma,” you giggled,”It’s a kitten.” 
You didn’t know what to make of the next few minutes. Your little Oma backed away from Bucky, afraid of hurting the kitten. 
No doubt she’s heard some of the slander peddled by sad, pathetic mothers with way too much time on their hands. 
She took on step out to your husband and the pure white ball of fur terrified of hurting the little ball of fur. 
“It’s okay, Sunshine,”Bucky coaxed with an outstretched hand,”Come and say Hello.” 
Obioma carefully stretched out her chubby little hand to pet the tiny kitty. 
Her eyes widened with joy when the tiny feline crept into her hands. You were able to sneak in a pic for Nat.
“Where did you find her James?”
Bucky pulled the kitten and his Sunshine into his arms,“I was walking home when a heard a ruckus a few blocks away. Turns out some punks ganged up on this little one.” 
“Oh no! Poor Kitty!” Obioma exclaimed with tears threatening to fall from her eyes. 
“I know, sunshine,”Bucky mumbled into her forehead wiping away her tears, “But this little one was so brave! She refused to back down, but she needed a little help. So I walked up to them and they ran off. Then she ran up to my shoulder like a tree, or a mountain.”
“A mountain?” 
“Yes, Sunshine. Poor little kitty was scared. Probably the first time anyone’s helped her.”
“Can she stay with us, Daddy?” 
Bucky flashed you his ‘playful DILF smile’, “I dunno. It’s gonna be a lot of responsibility taking care of her.”
“Pwlease!” Your daughter flashed the Puppy Dog Eyes and Pout guaranteeing her victory. Both of you have a hard time saying no to her as it is. 
“Alright, Oma,” Bucky passed your daughter to you awaiting arms,”What do you want to call our travel little kitty?” 
“Um, Auntie Nat talked about the Awlps at story time. Mommy, what was the word she used?” 
“Alpine, Nwam.” 
“Alpine!” 
“Alpine it is!” Bucky declared before rubbing his nose against Obioma’s.
“Well, now that we have welcomed our newest member to the family, let’s go eat. The food’s getting cold.” 
“Yay!” Obioma ran to the dining room. 
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“My kind angel saved a kitty this evening. That deserves a reward,”You whispered leaning to kiss Bucky only for you to jerk your head , “But, you didn’t call and we were so worried.” 
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” 
“I know, I know. I wonder how I’ll reward you?” 
Bucky chuckled and kissed your neck,”I’ll think of something.” 
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Battle Scars
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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Draco Malfoy
Summary: Returning to Hogwarts as a professor, Hermione bitterly encounters Draco Malfoy as the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, throwing everything into chaos.
Hatred and lust slowly begins to burn between them, though only as they recall their final, secret year at Hogwarts.
Chapter word count: 2.8k
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Type: Lemony, lemon, lemon---ade. Smutty lemonade. 
CHAPTER SEVEN
Year 7 Flashback
Excuses are what we need to get through life. Tiny little pockets of gold that free us from the tormenting thoughts that keep us up at night. I wouldn't know where I'd be without excuses, without the ability to rectify my decisions, my actions, with lying reason.
And I had lied all week, keeping my experience with Draco Malfoy in Slytherin Tower a secret, even to my two truest friends. Perhaps because it felt good to keep something just for myself, or maybe because they would look at me with a different set of eyes if they knew I had allowed him in… penetrating my protective bubble.
Draco had redeemed himself to somewhat of a degree in Harry's eyes, especially after he had fought with us, opposed to against us, when we battled Voldemort. Though Ron was unshaken. His brother had been killed. His family had been torn apart. And blood was harder to wash off of a conscience than a few bad memories.
Harry would have understood with less hatred.
Ron would have just hated, and hated… and hated some more.
Alas, Ginny could tell something was different. She noticed me flushing in the face whenever a seventh year came passed, dressed in emerald robes. Though I hadn't said much, other than that I felt a little sick and shaky, and maybe the nerves of my unfinished homework was weighing too close to home.
As Thursday came around, six days after our secret meeting, I saw Malfoy standing in the courtyard, talking to Isobel Wretching. She was a pretty girl with blonde hair and fluttery, doe-eyes. A student who would have been better suited for Hufflepuff, opposed to Slytherin. Though it was her fathers affiliation with the dark arts that caused the sorting hat to take an unexpected turn, and one that saw a brief relationship with Draco, in question.
I saw him smirk, the bruising on his face now alleviated entirely. He wore his shirt sleeves down during the day, not wanting to show off that Death Eater mark. Though Isobel was reaching over, playing with his hand.
The image I'd been keeping of him in my head burned to nothing, and I walked past with a vigor that rustled a small wind, alerting him as I went.
Really, what was I expecting? I didn't want us to be friends outside of our arrangement, though I didn't expected to be toyed with. I was Hermione Granger, not some common room slut. If his… areas… were touching other… areas… I didn't want them near mine!
I thought of myself as a virgin, if not for the few times with Ronald.
Though I doubt they could be considered as sex, as they included no passion, no romance, no touching of the explicit kind. It was just a romp on his bed after quidditch practice, and then another time at The Burrow, when I'd been wearing a little dress and we'd let the mood take us. But still, I'd never… orgasmed. He did. But I had just rocked about on the bed for the best part of ten minutes.
If I ever had experienced a climax in life – not involving the happiness I got from a new book – it would have been in private, with one of those vibrating wands from Va-Va-Broom. And I'd never expect Draco Malfoy to be able to deliver anything other than selfishness, so what was I expecting? A bit of loyalty… from the man who nearly killed Dumbledore?
My thoughts continued to hiss like a hot kettle, and continued well into even the night.
Friday morning came, and Draco didn't so much as glance my way in The Great Hall. I shamefully tried to steal a glance, one that would confirm I hadn't made up everything in my head, though as Isobel Wretching flaunted herself over his lap, feeding him a grape from the bouquet on the table, I stood and marched across the room.
I'd been played. A fool.
It was the one day I performed poorly in Potions class, and messed up an entire batch of Sickleweed Milk. A little elixir meant to cure Fizzlebumps. The cauldron exploded and one of the Ravenclaw girls had to go to the hospital wing, riddled with pimples.
I'd been given another free pass, and sent to Hagrid's for the afternoon, to help tend to a few of the magical creatures kept near his hut. I said nothing, letting him prattle on about his dealings in Scotland, and picked the feathers of a pheasant to feed to three untamed creatures. The professors were essentially letting me off every bad mistake I came to make, and for what… because I helped save the school? Or because they knew I was traumatized?
I was beginning to feel like a victim, and not the girl who could cast without a wand.
"I'm going to bed early." I told Hagrid, just as the sky began to darken. He bid me farewell, and watched as I climbed the steps to the castle, not even bothering to have dinner in the Great Hall. In my dormitory, I had a few leftover boxes of chicken pastries, quickly heating one with a spell that cooked it well, tucking into it between a soapy shower and getting my bag ready for the weekend.
I was meant to be visiting mum and dad in London, after the ministry reversed my memory spell on them. It would take a few more sessions to regain their full memory of me, though they were getting better with every visit.
Dad remembered my birthday a few weeks ago, and mum had managed to cook my favorite dinner. Small steps, though big with this kind of magic.
I paced the length of my room, searching for my dress robes, when I remembered I had left my witch's hat and cape in the common room, by the fireplace.
Lord have mercy.
I glanced at the clock and saw it was just after seven o'clock, and that most of the students would be having dessert by now. The girl's dormitory was empty, and I would have a chance to sneak and grab it, after my shower.
Still, I wanted to be careful.
I exchanged that fluffy, white towel for my pleated skirt and white button up shirt, not bothering with tights or a bralette. Though I did take a minute to slip into my knickers.
I crept downstairs, snatched up the bundle of black fabric strewn over the armchair, and ran back up within the matter of sixty seconds.
Clearly, it wasn't enough time.
As I bolted the door, wanting to change before the girls had chance to return, I saw the window ajar– the light breeze rustling the papers on Ikera's writing desk. Her owl fluttered in its cage, and made the wet ends of my hair brush icily against my breasts. I ran over and went to clasp it shut, though as I did, I saw a figure lounging on one of the beds.
It was Draco.
"What the hell are you doing in here? These are forbidden quarters to a Slytherin, let alone a boy!" I yelled, reaching for that towel to cover my chest. I was suddenly aware of how hard my nipples were.
Draco had an arm tucked casually behind his head, dressed in a white shirt similar to mine, the buttons loosely fastened. His emerald tie amiss.
"I knew you would back out of our arrangement, and I wanted to come remind you of what we agreed on." He said, playing with a smirk the way he had played with me last Friday.
"You're right." I spat. "I wasn't going to meet you, after I'd seen it was nothing but a cruel joke to you. I couldn't be bothered with your games."
At this, he sat up, bridging toward the edge of Ashley Wellings bed. Her teddy bear looking skeptical beside his hand as it tightened into the mattress.
"This isn't a game to me, Hermione."
Again, the use of my name felt like a slap, and I'd almost prefer him to use the insult. Mudblood. At least I could expect it.
"Friday night. I'm your distraction. We keep to the plan as follows."
"I don't want you to be my anything if you're going to be sleeping around. I don't know what diseases you'll be collecting."
He almost grinned, almost– if it wasn't for the seriousness he read in my glare.
"I'm not shagging Isobel Wretching. I'm not shagging anyone."
My breathing stilled, and I didn't know whether to believe him. What good would he have in lying? I would find out eventually… women always found out. Though with the way he now stood from the bed, sauntering over, narrowing the space between us, I allowed myself to believe him. If not to keep him right here, standing in front of me, but because I did, truly – honestly, really – feel distracted for the first time.
"The door is locked." I managed to say, just a whisper.
It was my way of saying I agreed, I consented.
His eyes didn't leave mine, but he nodded very slowly.
"My hair is too wet… to go to the tower." I followed on, as his eyes dragged down my tendrils of wet curls, my chest as it was still disguised beneath that towel.
"And… although me and Ron have partaken in things in the past, I really don't—"
"Drop the towel." He said, cutting me off.
I swallowed loudly, unable to move my gaze from his very serious, blue one. My fingers unlocked from their hold, and the towel fell as a bundle of white to the floor, revealing my crinkled white skirt, and the alert pinch of my pink nipples, visible now as the damp from my hair made the material transparent. He reached down and unclasped the first few buttons, my breasts – that had gotten so much more fuller in the past year – falling out, making me gasp as a wind tousled through the open window.
He had climbed the wisteria on the outskirts of the building, all to come up and here and see me. He wasn't playing any games. Not when his pride was so obviously dropped.
The Malfoy name coincided with pride.
He circled back to Ashley Wellings bed, and sat himself back on its edge, crooking a finger and beckoning me forward. A bright and immediate blush rose to my cheeks as I sauntered forward, my breasts bouncing as I did.
He held up a hand and I stopped.
No better than a dog.
An owl.
"Are you wearing anything under that skirt?"
"Yes."
"Good."
In a sudden twist of movement, he clambered his hands around my back and pulled me into his lap, causing me to gasp. I resisted the urge to squeal– I was not that girl. Though I could only swallow the saliva as it pooled in my mouth, watching as he laid himself onto the mattress, staring at me and my perky, upright breasts, in my school uniform.
With two, great hands he planted them on my rear and pushed me with such force, I slid up his body and stopped with my wet, slick underwear rubbing along his face. I jerked forward as his nose rubbed into my clit, and grabbed the bannister of the bed, lifting myself from his face with apology.
Though no, this is what he wanted.
"Sit back down." He ordered, in a voice that was as wilful as magic.
I felt obliged, if not under a spell, to do as he commanded.
With a tear, I felt his hands pull the cotton of my panties free, throwing the shredded material to a discarded corner of the room. Then, he perched me willingly onto his mouth, and with the most pained cry I'd ever released, I shivered dramatically as he began licking my folds.
The pleasure shocked me so much, I lifted up again, though Draco wasn't having any of that. He forced me back down with his hands, now holding my waist and hips like a seatbelt, making my tits thrust upwards as I bucked and grinded, unable to stand it.
"Oh my god… oh my god… Oh, god… Oh my… Oh." I whispered feverishly, biting my fingers, then grabbing the bed, then grabbing at his white wisps of hair between my thighs, then back again to my mouth to chew. I felt it deep within my stomach as tension built, his tongue slithering from my pussy hole, up my clit, and back again. Wagging like a dog's tail, flicking that bundle of nerves that hadn't been teased by anything other than my small hand, or that vibrating wand.
Though this wasn't a wand… this wasn't skin… this was wet, slithering skill. This was an ice cream in the boiling heat, a puddle on dry pavement– a forbidden lust, making it only tastier. The noise he released made me wonder if he could breathe, as I'd gotten so slick so quickly, it must now be soaking his face, his nose, his jaw. Though I didn't care– selfishly, all I could see, feel, hear and breathe was the aching, unconventional desire to cum.
I needed it so much, I began sliding my cunt against his face, grinding against his nose as if it were a bump in the road– feeling the breeze as it came from the window and ruffled the end of my skirt, exposing my rear. As if he knew, he let go of my waist entirely, and planted his hands like two dinner plates against my ass, squeezing and slapping, knowing I wouldn't leave now even if I had the capability.
I'd never leave.
I never wanted this feeling to leave.
And then, suddenly, there was pain.
Pain that cut through the pain, but somehow, only intensified it. Brought it to a new level that brought tears to my eyes, causing me to open them and stare ahead, shocked.
His thumb had made its way into that sacred little hole between my ass cheeks, degrading what I thought I knew myself to be. I wasn't as pure and white as the others had made me out to be, I wouldn't be the wife to endure one sex position in bed for the rest of my life.
I was a creature who enjoyed every morsel of humiliation when it came from the hands of my enemy. I was a mudblood. I was whatever he wanted to be, so long as he didn't stop.
I found myself backing my rear into his hand, hissing as his thumb twisted, corrupting what was left of Little Miss Granger.
The downstairs door clicked to the common room, and I could hear the girls giggling from dinner. Talking, though not quite coming up yet.
Please, I would kill them if they so much as came near this door. I needed to finish. I needed to climax. I needed to release the tension building so quickly, so fast.
"I'm close." I whimpered, which didn't change his rhythm.
I didn't want him to. His tongue was moving so perfectly already. It didn't need to accelerate or so down.
One of his hands slipped from my pert buttocks, though not the one penetrating my hole, and it pushed the skirt down from his face, revealing his blue eyes. I couldn't look at him! No, I couldn't… I couldn't come to terms with the fact it was Draco Malfoy about to get me so far, and it was Draco Malfoy with his tongue buried deep into my cunt.
I threw my head back, feeling that hand now on my breast, pulling my nipple so hard I thought it might pinch off. He devoured me like a machine, with a bit of him– other than his cock– everywhere. And he watched with the lowest, predatory growl, as I overcame the hurdle and came.
I reached forward and grabbed Ashley's teddy bear, stuffing it into my mouth and biting down hard, knowing whatever scream left my mouth would alert everyone downstairs. My stomach clenched in as I shook and trembled, tightening my asshole around his thumb, releasing my juices in hot, sweaty relief.
I couldn't remember saying his name, though the long, whiny, drawn out word 'fuck' came as a mewl, softer than any kitten. Like a doll, I collapsed senselessly to his side, quivering only slightly.
I could see his cock was rock hard within his trousers, and his face was a shiny mess.
The scent of my arousal was everywhere.
I could hardly breathe.
"Unforgivable." He said, swallowing what I could only imagine was more of me.
"Hmm?" I barely mumbled, still panting.
"The word we're using whenever we need this. No questions asked."
"Unforgivable." I said, a little drunk on ecstasy.
"Good girl." 
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PART III of @connectionterminated13 headcanon! This story kind went far from the whole original headcanon, and if you have any suggestions as to where it should go, please let me know! <<PART I>>
<<PART II>>
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When we walk out of Freddy’s, the atmosphere is different than before; like the energy in the air before a bad storm. 
I rush Cassidy with me, the wind pushing my bangs up and whisking Cassidy’s dark hair around her head. 
“So he’s just going to make us walk to his house? Screw him.” I instinctively reach to my coat pocket for the familiar cigarette box. Not now. Don’t need any little kids getting second-hand smoke.
Cassidy tries to pull her hair back as the winds grow stronger while we walk to Henry’s house. 
“I think we… make a left here.” I’ve been to his place so many times before, how could I forget? Though… it has been a while since he’s invited me over. He changed completely after that night…
I don’t want to think about that night.
Cassidy pulls me a bit away from the street as more cars pass by. I’ve always wondered how they do that, just pass by without a care about the people they see along the way. 
I recognize Henry’s house by its light green color and white picket fence. Despite his house looking perfect, his life was far from it, and you can really tell from the inside. 
When I open the front door, the house seems normal, almost untouched by time. 
“It’s just as I remembered it…” I say more to myself than Cassidy. Though, the poor girl seems more shocked at the sheer size of the house with its high ceilings and grand wooden staircase. 
Despite it only being two floors, Cassidy asks me over and over if we’re in a mansion. 
“It’s too small to be a mansion,” I say, looking around.
Some things are of value though, like intricate decorations and silverware shiny enough to see my clear reflection on it. 
“Why are you taking those things?” Cassidy asks me from the sofa that looks giant compared to her. 
“I’m just borrowing it.”
“It’s not nice to steal…” She wags her tiny finger at me.
“It’s not stealing!” I defend myself. “We need these things to make it out there. Henry was the one who invited us into his house without supervision. He was practically asking for it.”
 She doesn’t seem to protest when I jog up the stairs to look for anything else that could be of use. I grab a backpack big enough to put in my findings. 
His study is just as messy as his office; blueprints with incoherent scribbles and papers full of text line the floor. 
“The blueprints could be useful,” I tell myself, swiping the mostly intelligible ones. I rummage through the desk drawers full of random trinkets like paperclips and notepads. Amidst the junk, I find some money, enough to buy a motel room or something far away from here.
I scurry around the other rooms upstairs, finding the master bedroom. It’s mostly clean with its unmade bed and random clothes on the floor. It’s cleaner than mine at least. 
Nothing of interest other than some clothes I thought might fit me. Walking back out into the hallway, another room catches my eye that I didn’t notice before. It’s shrouded in darkness, all the way at the other end of the hallway. 
I hesitate before walking over and opening the door to a small room. It’s by far the cleanest room in the house. A small bed rests in the corner and a small pile of stuffed animals lay on the other corner. A little girl’s room.
“Charlie’s room…” I tell myself, recognizing her favorite toys in the small pile. Ella, Stanley, Theo…
My first thought shouldn’t have been to give these to Cassidy… but I have a feeling Charlie doesn’t need them anymore. She’d want someone to take care of her toys. I gently put them in my backpack with the other stuff I borrowed.
“Cassidy—!” I call for her as I jog down the stairs. 
“Mike!” She runs out to meet me at the bottom of the stairs, holding a crumbled slice of chocolate cake with her bare hands. “I found cake!”
“Oh… Thanks,” I take it gingerly. “Maybe get some actual food and put it in my backpack, ‘kay?”
She comes back with tupperware with random items that she seemed to like the best. A single slice of pizza, rice, and more cake. 
“That’s enough,” I stop her when she tries to bring more cake. “I can get us more food, it’s fine—”
“Oh, okay!” She smiles, eating the slice of cake she brought instead. 
I figure the faster we leave the house, the faster we can get out of this town for good. 
“Wait,” Cassidy stops me before I can fully open the door. “Why are we leaving?”
“We can’t stay here. My dad will find us sooner or later, and by the way Henry’s been acting, he’s not going to put up much of a fight. I’d rather skip town and get the hell out of here for good. I can’t take this anymore.”
Her big green eyes stare up at me, until she seems to eventually understand, and solemnly nod. “So… I can’t see my friends again?”
I stop. I feel my ears getting hot again. “...You’ll see them again one day, Cass. I promise.”
With that, she quietly follows me out of the house, ready to walk again. To where? I don’t know, anywhere. Anywhere but here.
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i just have to say that i love your grisha headcanons, especially the one about different types of grisha + body horror <3 do you have any more headcanons or ideas like that?? i'd love to hear them! it's such an underutilised idea around powered beings!!!
AA thank you!!! I was surprised more people haven't though about it!
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I have a couple other ideas;
Heartrenders controlling a volcra (Here)
Volcra kill because they remember the want (Here read tags as well)
Specifically with the body horror aspect I would love to see it more casually brought up, I know I went extreme in the original post( and ended up going extreme here too)
Tailors who's skin is warm and soft always, their beauty a little too blinding, they never keep a steady appearance as they appeal to what the viewer wants most, in order to gain their trust. Sometimes that backfires, someone wants to see scars, or fangs, or a monster, and what Grisha to better satisfy that then one that can be what they need. They can make wounds or hide them, they can create scars, they can give someone who wants to hurt, to see others hurting what they want and no one has to suffer, do they?
Squallers who offer comfort through the constant feeling of a warm breeze surrounding someone, the soft sound of wind through chimes or leaves. They can control music just as much, crafting songs and sounds from instruments that never existed in the first place. They become sirens, pulling people in, deafening them with sounds before they even realize they can't hear beyond the wind whistling in their ears.
Tidemakers who's body's move fluidly, their ability to dance, their flexibility is unmatched, they move like water and most feel refreshed after they talk to them. They can bend and twist their bodies so easy, it's muscle memory to show others, to force the bones to bend and break under the pressure from them and their water. Some spend too much time with it, they become similar to a deep sea creature, unblinking and adapted in ways others could never live with.
Inferni who are always the perfect temperature, who can keep a group calm, lowing their body temperatures so they're forced to settle, they can take heat as easily as they can bestow it. The can keep the others comforted, complacent on missions with only each other for comfort; heat fills the space, heat can be the phantom memories of those gone. If there is a death on the field, often an Inferni will keep the bodies warm, to not spook others. They mimic the body heat of someone next to you, a phantom partner or lover in all the wrong ways.
Heartrenders who can manipulate the chemicals and neurotransmitters in a persons brain, even if they don't know what they're doing, people always feeling happier around them, feeling calm, feeling safe. Too much of a good thing is equal to bad. They become addicted like anything else, they become desperate, even the heartrender cannot control it, and often they succumb to those they subdued if not kept safely away from others, or if they use their powers sparingly.
Fabirkators that can breathe life into inanimate things. They create toys, things to comfort young Grisha, to comfort anyone who has lost something. If they focus, if they bargain and find help in other grisha, they can bring a loved one back for a moment, they can twist and warp the corpses before burial, to give comfort to those grieving, to take from those already dead. They often forget, creating things from nothing can lead to viewing everything as a tool. How can things be combined, how can they be taken apart. Fabrikators who pull at flesh a little too easily, after all it's only components, and those that volunteer, well they never have a reason to fear their friend who made their teddy bears dance when they were scared.
Amplifiers that find themselves connected to Grisha in ways they cannot explain. They can sense pain, fear, happiness, they can sometimes sense before the Grisha know themsevles, the whispers of power from under small fingers. They push too much into some, exhausting their power when they pull back, leaving material for the Fabrikators to take apart. Whispers of Grisha killing their own is what the Amplifiers bring. They find the ability to comfort, showing Grisha that their powers are not to be feared, that they can stop too much power leaking out. Small hands reaching for them, crying out for parents who cannot stay, the amplifiers find themselves drowning in both grisha power and human emotions no heartrender can hope to break the bond of.
Sun Summoners, Lightbringers, who always shine. They excel in anything they try, learning, power control, it comes easy to them because praise, love is light. Grisha find themselves blinded, the way sunlight is too warm, the way light trickles into the cracks. Even those that hate find themselves warmed and drawn into the light, moths to a flame. They can blind as easily as they comfort, creating blisters and welts, sunburns and heatstroke, photosensitivity can burn into someone's eyes and brain and leaving them with a body that jerks beyond their command.
Shadow Summoners, Shadowbringers, that keep those that are forgotten. They pull those that are lesser, Grisha who can't keep up with the training, grisha who's powers do not follow the strict pathways they army wants. They take those that slip through the cracks. They spends hours training in pitch black until themselves and the grisha no longer need their sight to kill. They use the shadows to move around, creating shapes and monsters, creatures and enemies not only to scare but to protect each other. They take the absence of light and create the world within it. They plunge anyone who goes against them in the lack of, sensory deprivation at it's strongest. They either slowly let the senses come back or flood them with the removal of shadow all at once, neither are survivable
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Wanderer x Borrower Reader
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"You know I can see you."
The boy with the large hat stared down at the tiny human, who froze as soon as he spoke.
"There's no need to be so scared, I'm not gonna do anything to y–" Before he could finish his sentence, the tiny ran off. The Wanderer sighed, well, that was no surprise.
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The said borrower ran as fast as they could. That human, well, he looked like a human, could have hurt them.
Their mother and father would always tell scary stories about other borrowers being eaten, stomped on, poisoned or experimented on. Each one of those stories would give (Y/n) and their siblings nightmares every time.
Don't get them wrong, they love their parents, but sometimes they take it a bit too far. Yes, they are only trying to protect them but seriously, there is no need to give them nightmares!
They were so focused on running, they didn't see the immediate danger ahead of them. The borrower then hit something hard and leathery, a giant boot.
The said giant boot belongs to a human, a Fatui Pyro Agent.
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"What do we have here? Aren't you a pretty little thing..." He kneeled down, looking at the frightened tiny. Though his face is covered with a mask and a hood, his intentions were very clear by the way he spoke.
"I have time to kill, so how about I have some fun first..." He reached down and grabbed the tiny in a not-so-gentle grasp.
The little one tries their best to break free from the Fatui agent's hold, from slamming their fists against the massive fingers, to pushing against the fingers.
"Hah, that won't work." He squeezes them even tighter in his fist before loosening his hands. The wind got knocked out of the poor borrower's chest. They have to get out of here, quickly...
There's only one thing left to do... They opened their mouth and bit down on the finger.
"OW, You little– You'll pay for that–"
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"That's far enough!" A strong gust of Anemo hit the agent, knocking him off of his feet, who also let go of the tiny.
They braced themselves, thinking they're going to hit the ground, only to land on something soft. Another hand?! Oh no, not again.
"Treating someone who is much smaller than yourself as a toy." The boy scoffed, "How pathetic." He lifts his hand to his shoulder. "Hey, I suggest you hold onto something while I take care of this idiot right here."
Having no other choice or escape option, they crawled onto his shoulder and grabbed onto the cloth next to them. Well, this boy seemed to have good intentions at least...
They almost feel bad for running away from him like that...
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Yeah, the Wanderer is a little shit sometimes, he doesn't even know why he even bothers to save someone he doesn't even know. But the little one... As soon as his eyes landed on the small being, there's something about them that makes him want to protect them with his life.
The Fatui Pyro Agent has been swiftly taken care of. He could feel the small weight on his shoulder readjusting themselves.
Then, the tiniest voice hits his ears. "Thank you..."
"There's no need to thank me. I see no need." He scoffed, lifting his hand, about to take the tiny off his shoulder. As his fingers brushed the side of their hips, they wince. Had he hurt them?
"You okay?" He raises an eyebrow. Their response made him realise... "Y-yeah... Just, my hips and my chest hurts..." The Agent had hurt them. "I-it's okay, you can pick me up. Just be careful around the sides."
Doing so, he carefully took the borrower off his shoulder and placed them into his open palm.
"Do you... Have a name? I don't want to keep calling you Human... Or Giant..." Their tiny voice came through again.
(Using my Wanderer's name)
"Hmm... I usually go by Wanderer... Though the Traveler and Kusanali call me Loki..." He responds, with a little hesitation.
"That's a pretty name. You can call me (Y/n)." They gave him a smile. Oh Archons, what is this feeling, it's so warm and fuzzy.
"You know... My parents always told me that all humans are... Bad, that they always kill my kind... But you seem pretty nice." There's that warm feeling again.
He was about to correct the small being by telling them that he's not a human, but he chose not to worry about it. He doesn't want to admit it but, he likes the idea of being seen as a human and not just some puppet.
"Hmpf, I'm not nice." He looks away, clearly embarrassed.
This causes the tiny being to let out a small giggle, the boy just pressed his hand against his chest so they won't see his flustered face.
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Fleeting Lullaby: Swanfire Week Day 1
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Prompt: Emma and Neal playing on the swings at a small playground that nobody goes to anymore.
Summary: Neal is acting strange. Emma is determined to find out why.
Crestview Park was perhaps the saddest excuse for a park Emma had ever seen. One of the slides was ripped from the playscape it had once been attached to, a worrying gap separating the two. The climbing structures were missing a few rungs on each one, and the coils on the spring toys for younger children were rusted from lack of care.
Even the picnic wooden picnic tables were splinter traps, parts of the wood so sharp they looked like the splinters could penetrate even her heavy jacket.
The worst part of the park was the litter. Not just litter from food, but she could see cigarette butts among other things used for drugs. It was no wonder no one was here, and, frankly, she was very confused as to why Neal would want to bring her here. Even though they weren’t exactly rolling in money, they had been trying to stay away from the sketchy areas of town.
He’d been acting strange anyway, since he’d told her about his wanted poster and how he had to leave. She, of course, had refused to leave him behind, and they had a plan to get the watches, even if he had taken some convincing to let her go with him.
So what was the big deal?
He led her to the one part of the park that didn’t look like it would blow over at a small gust of wind - the swings, and took a seat on one. She followed, a cup of hot chocolate in her hands.
“So… do you want to tell me why you’re so freaked out about this last heist?” she asked with a frown. “You’re scaring me, Neal.”
He heaved out a sigh. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to freak you out. I’m just - are you really, really sure you want to do this? Steal the watches and go on the run with me?”
“Of course I’m sure, Neal. All I want is you, and our future together if we can fence those watches.” She had a bunch of fantasies in her head about what they’d do with the money, despite her mind telling her not to get her hopes up, and she was starting to think this was why she never should have in the first place.
Neal nodded slowly. “Okay, okay. That’s what I want too, I swear. I just… got confronted with my past and I felt a little overwhelmed.”
“The wanted poster, I know. I said I was fine coming with you for a reason.”
“I don’t mean that, Emma. Last night while you were looking at a map of the station, someone who knows my dad found me.”
His dad? Oh, that was another matter entirely. Neal didn’t talk about his dad much, but Emma did know that he was apparently an awful human being who Neal felt the need to run away from when he was only thirteen, so the fact that someone his dad knew had found Neal… well, it concerned her, to say the least.
“I see. What did he tell you?”
Neal looked like he was struggling to figure out what he was going to say as he rocked forward and back on the swing. “He… said that my father is in need of help. That there is someone very bad after him and only I can save him, or something.”
Emma blinked in confusion, then began to laugh, also beginning to swing. “You’re kidding, right? Why would you want to help your dad after he forced you to run away from home?”
He pulled a face. “I don’t know. He probably made a bad deal with someone.” The words were bitter, holding a much deeper meaning than Emma could understand, and she frowned a little
“I guess that means you don’t want anything to do with him, right? So you’re not going to go help him.” It would be stupid of him to do so, wouldn’t it? His dad was a terrible person…
“I don’t know,” Neal said. “It’s like I said before… once you find a place that feels like home, you miss it. If my dad is in trouble, I want to help.”
She couldn’t say she understood his reasoning at all, given what she had heard about him, but she loved Neal, so she nodded. “Okay, then we’ll go together and help him.”
“What? Emma, are you sure?” he questioned, his eyes wide.
“I didn’t leave when I found out you stole those watches and you had a wanted poster. I’m not leaving you because your dad is an asshole. Besides, you might need help, and how else are you going to show him that you’re better without him?”
Neal tilted his head back and laughed. “Yeah, I guess so. Alright, if you’re sure. After we fence the watches in Canada, we’ll go to Storybrooke together.”
Emma hummed as they stood up. “Well, it’s not Tallahassee, but at least I’ll be with you.”
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pankowperfection · 2 years
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Totally His
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Summary: Chase decides to show you just how much he owns you
Warnings: smut, bondage, total domination, rough sex, daddy kink, 18+
A/N: this one goes out to @strokesofstokes, based on her post earlier today. Hope you love it babe
Your wrists and ankles were starting to burn. The thick rope tying you to each corner of the bed frame was rubbing your skin raw, making it red and angry. You weren't sure how long you'd been here, unable to move and totally at his mercy. You'd pissed him off by offhandedly mentioning how hot Rudy had looked in his recent photo shoot and immediately realized your mistake, Chase's usually soft brown eyes hardening instantly. So here was your punishment, tied up with a pair of vibrating panties on, Chase somewhere in the house and randomly clicking the remote, bringing you torturous pleasure but always stopping right before you could cum.
"Chase, please baby. Please, I said I was sorry." His broad frame enters the room, blank expression on his face as he walks around the bed, taking in the sweat shining on your body and the dark stain on the sheets from the wetness leaking between your thighs. "You know that's not my name sweetheart. Want to try again?" He smirks at you cruelly, turning the vibrations up to full blast and enjoying how you writhe around on his bed, trying to get free from the restraints. "Fuck, daddy. I'm sorry. I can't take any more, please." He chuckles darkly, turning off the remote and crawling up between your spread legs. "Has my little slut earned her lesson?" His large hand grabs your face, forcing you to meet his hard stare. "Yes daddy. I'm sorry daddy, it won't happen again." With no further words he stands up, stripping quickly as your eyes rake over his muscular form. You're hoping this means your punishment is almost over, silently praying that he'll fuck you then set you free.
"Alright doll, I believe you. But just to be sure you know who you belong to, I'm gonna fuck you until the only name you remember is mine. Sound good?" Your eyes are drawn to his hand, stroking his impressive length as he climbs back on the bed. You take too long to answer, a swift harsh smack to your oversensitive pussy making you scream. "Answer me," he chastises, cock throbbing at the sight of you helpless underneath him. "Yes daddy." "Good girl," he coos, pulling the panties to the side before lining up with your entrance. He slams inside in one thrust, the delicious burn threatening to push you over the edge once again. "Damn y/n, you ready to cum already? That's too bad. Hold it until I say so." He wraps one hand around your throat, the other gripping your hip tightly as he starts to fuck you hard and fast.
He's hitting so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach, each push and pull of his body sending you higher and higher. "Fuck, feels so good daddy." He smiles, leaning down to kiss you as his thrusts grow harder. His tongue winds in your mouth, totally consuming your thoughts as you fight off your orgasm. Further marking you as his, he bites and sucks deep bruises into your neck, wanting everyone who sees you to know you're off limits. His thick hair bounces wildly around his head, your fingers twitching at the urge to tangle your hands in his locks and pull hard. "Fuck sweetheart, I'm close. When I say so I want you to cum, and I better hear my name come out of those pretty lips. Ready?" You nod your understanding, body trembling at the possibility of getting to finish soon. "Cum, now." Your body responds, Chase's name falling from your lips like a prayer as the pleasure surges through your system. He follows shortly after, pumping you full of his cum and continuing to thrust until he's spent. You fall asleep quickly in his arms, too tired to stay awake any longer.
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infernalodie · 2 years
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𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 || 𝐒𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬
“𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘛𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐'𝘮 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 '𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥“
Inspo: Asha Imuno - LONELY NIGHTS
Pairing: Sophia Lillis x Black!Fem!reader
Summary: She was always waiting for your call.
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Warnings: Smut with some sort of plot, oral (Sophia receiving), strap-on, and some fluff at the end.
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Sophia didn’t know the type of relationship you two had. It came in waves of affection and lust, a sign of friends with benefits, but clearly, something more is wanted. Just neither of you were sure to go about proceeding with it. What she did know is that if it were friends with benefits, you wouldn’t have spent money to have a helicopter to pick her up and bring her to your yacht. No way in hell would a relationship like that just be this.
You were a billionaire and had many connections in Hollywood. Helping fund for movies and owning a percentage of certain companies. You’ve given many movie stars a shot at fame and some had reached the level that you expected from them. Sophia had been one of those few, but it had blossomed from professional business to her becoming your submissive. She didn’t know how to feel about it as this was a whole new atmosphere for her.
Neither was it said normal romantic relationship when you had her sprawled out on a chair, stark naked with the cold winds of the ocean hitting her frame. Your hands held the back of her thighs up as you ate greedily at her dripping arousal. Tongue gliding through her fold to her bundle of nerves until you finally fucked her pussy with your tongue. She knew this relationship was a mess, but she always came running back.
A hum cut through the year as you sucked at Sophia’s clit. The vibrations made the ginger’s eyes roll back, biting down her bottom lip and whimpering. “Such a good girl for me,” you muttered, eyes fascinated by the girl’s dripping pussy. Biting your bottom lip as you lowered her legs to rest over your shoulders.
In her daze, Sophia felt you interlock your fingers with hers before your tongue pushed past her fluttering entrance. Your eyes flickered up to Sophia seeing her half-lidded eyes focused on you. Curving your tongue, caused the girl’s face to contort in pleasure, moaning into the open air. “M-Mistress, please.”
Hearing her plead always stirred a feral side of you that could only survive with her taste. This side of you needed her in waves and recently, you’d been needing her quite a lot. Missing the way her warm skin felt on yours or the sweet sounds that fell from her beautiful pink lips.
Parting from her, you allowed your fingers to gently rub her clit whilst you stood up. “What is it that you want, baby?” You asked softly, contently staring at her flushed features. “Is it my cock? Or do you want to stop?”
“N-No-!” Sophia blushed at her desperate tone, clearing her throat as she allowed the sensual rub of your fingers on her clit to calm her. “Your cock, Mistress. Please, I need it so bad.”
Your lips curved into a grin as you used your other hand, grasping the red silicone cock and crouching down between her legs. Softly, you pressed the tip past her drooling heat and slowly sank. With each inch that was swallowed, Sophia whined and whimpered like a little puppy. But you were too transfixed on the way her small frame could take the seven-inch cock so well.
“Oh, has my baby been missing me as well?” You inquired softly, sinking down to the base of the leather straps. Bracing your hands on the armrests of the chair, you pulled your hips back agonizingly slow. Until you suddenly plowed forward, your hips slamming into hers and causing a cry to fall from her lips. “Have you been using that toy I sent to your apartment, Sophie?”
The girl nodded with a whine, eyes rolling back as you quicken your pace. Not holding anything back from conquering the girl and, hopefully, claiming her as yours. “I-I use it every d-day!”
A wicked grin formed on your lips at the statement. “That’s my girl.”
Grabbing her by the waist, you lifted her up and swapped spots. Causing Sophia to sink down, feeling the tip of the cock hit a new length inside of her. “O-Oh, Mistress.” She moaned out, hands grabbing the back of the chair and beginning to bounce on your cock.
Your hands grabbed at her small breasts, squeezing and kneading the mounds. Mouth salivating at how easy she was to break for you. Pinching the pebbles, you gently rolled them between your fingers. Feeling her walls squeeze the cock as her legs twitched on either side of you.
Sophia’s head rolled back, eyes fluttering shut with her hands sliding down to your stomach where they stayed. Creating a perfect motion for her hips to rock onto the cock whilst you played and chipped away at her body.
For you, it seemed like every other time couldn’t compare to the current rendezvous with the actress. It felt like you were only uncovering more and more of what made the girl orgasm. Reaching new heights and higher expectations for the girl than you might’ve had a week ago. She was the perfect girl for you as she always came when she was called and always obeyed your orders.
Her small frame was perfect for you. Her cute personality made your heart skip a beat. Her freckled face made you want to keep her tied down and ride her face until you got your own satisfaction.
But this wasn’t about you. You called her here so you could see her fall apart because of you. Her pleasure came first.
Quickly, you rubbed her clit, causing the girl's movements to falter as she sobbed. “Y/n, p-please don’t stop.”
Of course, you didn’t and you watched the girl move urgently on your cock as you continued to stimulate her bundle. Watched her breaths be choked up until she finally fell apart. Huffs of air fell from her lips as she moaned. Legs tensing on either side of you with her nails digging deep into your stomach.
When she caught her breath, you smiled, kissing her jaw softly. Her arms carefully wrapped around your neck as she slowly come down from the high. Hands scratched at the roots of your hair as you rubbed her back softly.
There was a moment of silence where only the waves hitting your yacht could be heard. Then she shuffled in her place, hissing at the way your cock still prodded at her most sensitive spot. “I wanna stay with you, Mistress.”
You smiled, pulling away to look at the girl’s baby blue eyes. Her soft features took hold of you as you raised a hand and stroked her cheek. “You can stay with me for however long you’d like, baby.”
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bluegekk0 · 6 months
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The thought of baby Lewk chasing a little wind-up Tiktik that fpk made for him is so cute
oh he would be absolutely spoiled with toys, fpk spends most of his day in the workshop so it's inevitable that he'd just keep making new ones between bigger projects. it's a good creativity outlet that brings him comfort, and it always makes him happy to see lewk's reaction to the new toys. i imagine lewk is a bit less destructive than hornet was as a baby, so i think he would also appreciate their longer average lifespan hahah
on top of that, lewk occasionally gets plushies made by holly. they're still extremely careful around him - they're ashamed to admit that the announcement of lewk's arrival made them very jealous, and while they don't hold a grudge towards him, they still fear they might unintentionally hurt him, or worse, give in to the violent thoughts they experienced in some particularly bad moments. granted, they pretty much got over those thoughts, but that fear still remains. point is, i think making plush toys for lewk would be a way of acknowledging him as their sibling and showing that they mean no harm, without getting close enough to hurt him on accident
and, of course, grimm always brings him something from his travels, since like i mentioned before, he enjoys going around markets and shops to buy gifts for his family. they're always on his mind and they're the reason he was finally able to find the happiness he was longing for all his life, so of course he wants to bring them something special every time he leaves for other kingdoms
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