#the grip these girls have had on my brain for over 6 years
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i wish gay people were real💔
#homestuck#vriska serket#terezi pyrope#vrisrezi#the grip these girls have had on my brain for over 6 years#and still do
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✦┈⋆┈ ⋞ 〈 Ｒｕｎｎｉｎｇ Ｈｏｍｅ ｔｏ Ｙｏｕ 〉 ⋟ ┈⋆┈✦
Summary // You thought your relationship was as special to him as it was to you. You thought he loved and cherished you as much as you loved and cherished him. But when his family leaves the Omatikaya and all he has to offer is ‘I’m sorry’ when you beg and plead for him to stay with you, you realize that you were so, so wrong about him. Heartbroken and defeated, a girl barely seventeen years old, you decide that you will never love again. After all, it hadn’t meant anything to him. Years later and you are the best of the best. A strong warrior and an even better hunter, you provide for your people in every way except for a child to add to the next generation of Omatikaya people. They respect your wishes but you can hear the whispers. You can feel the concerned gazes from your parents, too old to conceive a sibling to make up for your lack of children. When he comes back, it throws you through a loop. Handsome, mighty, and different, he comes to you right away. But you promised yourself.
Warnings // Angst, a bit of stalker Neteyam, some fluff, mentions of drinking, heartbreak
Word count // 1,405
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7
What were you doing?
If someone could help you navigate your emotions, you’d accept the help immediately. Unfortunately, they were either busy fawning over Neteyam or doing their daily life’s work.
You found yourself attracted to Neteyam in a way that you’d never felt before. Your brain offered the possibility of manipulation, but Neteyam wasn’t that kind of person.
Was he?
Before, you couldn’t stand being near him. Not even for a minute. Now, you couldn’t stand the thought of being far from him.
It was like your brain did a sudden 180 and you had no idea how to process your new feelings.
When you were near him, all you could do was eye his lips. You seemed to be sensitive to his rough, calloused hands that brushed against your soft skin occasionally.
At times, when you were alone, you could smell his musky masculine scent that only belonged to him. It danced on the breeze, teasing your senses, whispering of what you were beginning to want but couldn’t allow yourself to have.
It wasn’t until you got drunk at a feast that things progressed rather suddenly.
Neteyam’s arms wrapped protectively around you as he guided you back to your family’s alcove, your feet dragging through the lush soft greenery all around you. You swayed around in his grasp, stumbling so many times that you couldn’t help but wonder how he was keeping you upright.
“Y’know, I used ta hate yer guts,” you slurred as he guided you in and towards your sleeping mat.
“I know,” he responded dismissively, tucking you into the bed. Your hand slipped into his, your grip keeping him from leaving you just yet.
“I don’ hate you no more.”
His hairless eyebrows arched at that statement and you patted the mat beside you, letting him know you wanted him to sit with you. He did just that, sitting down while waiting for you to explain exactly what you meant.
“I can’t stop lookin’ at you. Everythin’ is about you. I smell you everywhere. I feel you everywhere too. I can’t go nowhere without you bein’ there.”
He was starting to grow confused now, brows scrunched together to make him look even cuter than he had looked before.
“Come here,” you instruct, pulling him down so that he was mere inches from your own. Your finger touched his lips, sliding down slowly to feel the plumpness of the soft skin beneath the pad of your thumb.
“You broke my heart. So why do I… want to kiss you so much?”
You were drunk. Heavily drunk. But he couldn’t help himself.
“Is that so?” he whispered as he leaned in a bit more, breath brushing softly against your own lips.
“You want to kiss me? Well then, Y/n. Kiss me. I’m right here.”
You didn’t need any more prompting than that. Your fingers entangled in his hair, closing the distance as you press your lips against his. Lips parted and pressed against his own, you feel his tongue poke into your mouth, brushing lightly over your teeth before fighting for dominance with your own tongue.
Despite the passionate heat of the kiss, you do nothing more than that, as it satisfied your craving for his lips. The only downside to this moment of pure bliss was that your craving would come back with a vengeance.
When you woke with a thudding pain in your skull in the morning, you found yourself curled in his grasp, your head resting against his chest. You took a moment to just feel the steady rise and fall of his chest cavity, still half asleep and a little confused about who’s lap you were in.
After a couple minutes of confusion, you finally gather the courage to look up at the owner of the lap and you squeak, jumping out of his lap. Your sudden movements startle him out of his sleep and he tilted his head to watch you with a silent curiosity.
“Please tell me we didn’t do anything,” you pleaded with him, watching as his tongue poked out to swipe over his thin lips.
“Well… we didn’t do too much, if that’s what you mean.”
You groan, hands falling to rest on your hips, gaze burning into his surprisingly calm eyes.
“You know that’s not what I meant. What happened last night?”
He stood up slowly, stretching out his body, and you can’t help but find yourself entranced in the stretch of his ribs and chest, arms straight out in the air.
When he straightened, he smiled a lopsided grin at you, pushing some of the beaded braids behind his ear.
“You confessed your feelings to me. How you really wanted to kiss me and how obsessed you currently are with me. I just went along with it. I told you to kiss me if you wanted to and you definitely wanted to. That’s about it, though. We didn’t do anything else other than kiss. Now, some good breakfast will help you look a little less like you’ve just seen Eywa herself.”
You ignore him, hand to your forehead as you paced, mumbling to himself.
“I-I didn’t mean it! I was drunk and you know it!”
Neteyam can’t help but smirk at your feeble attempt to explain what had taken course the night before. He moved to touch your wrist but you shied from his touch. That’s when he sighed. An impatient, exasperated sigh that only belonged to a parent with a difficult child.
“Look. I really don’t mind it, Y/n. I kind of enjoyed it, actually.”
“Of course you would,” you snap back before you could stop it and a look of hurt flashed across his face for just a split second.
“Neteyam, I-”
“I have to go. I have a lot of things to do today. I hope you get some food. Take care of yourself, alright?”
He left before you could get another word in and you felt the sinking of your guilt deep in the pit of your stomach, your own words coming back to slap you in the face.
You shouldn’t have been so harsh with him. It wasn’t right of you to behave like that. He was only trying to help, after all.
Straightening your clothing and fixing your hair, you try to hold your head high, but it was no use with the shame of what you’d just done weighing heavy on your shoulders.
»»——⍟——««
He was avoiding you, leaving you feeling that guilt and shame wherever you went. You didn't know how to approach him, especially when he seemed to always disappear as you are coming to apologize.
This was what you wanted, right? For him to leave you alone so that you could live your life without heartbreak.
Right?
Something wasn’t settling in your heart and, as you focused on what it could possibly, you realized that in trying to avoid more pain in the deepest cavities of your chest where your fickle little organ was, you’d broken your own heart.
Oh, the irony of this whole situation.
You were no quitter, though. He hadn’t deserved your backlash and, as you sat and thought about everything that had happened since he’d come back home, you’d applied your knowledge to the situation at hand.
He had been trying his best to show you that you didn’t have to be afraid that he’d do what he’d done in the past. He’d changed and he was desperately trying to get that through your guarded mind in the best ways he could.
You had to apologize.
Working hard and planning carefully, you came up with a way to jump him so that he couldn’t avoid you anymore. You were going to show him that you’d changed too. You’d changed so much more since he’d come back to you and you needed him to see it too.
You weren’t perfect. Not by a long shot. Emotions were hard to understand and, since you’d pushed them aside for so long, you didn’t know the slightest thing about how to interpret your own.
You just hoped that he’d understand that too. You had to make him understand that you were like one of those earth flowers. The rose. You had so many thorns and each one hurt more than the last. You needed someone to smooth out the sharp points of your heart and mind. And he was the person you needed.
Taglist // @earthling55 / @cardi-bre91 / @bambithewriter
#avatar the way of water#avatar 2#avatar#avatar fandom#avatar fics#neteyam#Neteyam sully#neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan#neteyam smut#neteyam x reader#atwow#atwow neteyam#neteyam x you#neteyam x y/n#neteyam fic#neteyam fanfiction#neteyam fluff#neteyam angst#running home to you series
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hiii situations part 3???
Situations 3
Situations 1, situations 2, 4, 5, 6, 7
It was finally your first day off in like 9 weeks, you finished all your work, your boss wasn’t there for the weekend and you did every damn chore. So you decided to call some friends over for a movie marathon, while you thought of inviting Jenna you didn’t want to pressure her into coming when she had a lot to do.
Which led to you sitting on the couch in your apartment with 5 friends, there were snacks, drinks, blankets, a bit of weed and even more importantly all 5 scream movies. You have only watched the first two and that was a long time ago but your friends were big fans causing you to agree when they suggested these movies.
“So, whose the new chick?” Mia, a girl you knew since middle school, asked as you quickly replied Jenna while getting snacks. “Not a chick, a girl I met a couple of weeks ago, she’s nice” you answered and kept pouring the chips into the bowl. “Do you guys have something or not?” Something about her tone and attitude was off, but you didn’t really thought about it, as you guessed it was because you didn’t immediately tell her. “Undefined” was the only thing you told her, walking past her with the bowl and phone in hand.
“What took you so long?” Mike, your best friend for about 3 years, asked when you reentered the living room and threw yourself onto the couch right next to him. “Mia still had to interrogate me” the group grinned before Joey spoke up. “Well, you can’t really be mad when you leave us hanging like that” Mia nodded while Mike tried to keep out of the discussion. “Don’t be annoying guys. I will…” you were interrupted by the doorbell ringing. “I’ll be back” you told them before answering the door.
“Jenna, what are you doing here hun?” You asked as soon as you opened the door. Not that you didn’t like the fact that she was there, it was more that you were surprised. “I’m sorry, I wanted to text you but my phone died and work was really exhausting, physically and mentally, and I didn’t want to be home alone. I know I shouldn’t just…” she rambled as you looked down at her. “It’s alright, you never have to call or text before you come over. I was just surprised” the honesty in your voice shocked her over and over again, just like the way you cared so deeply about her. “Y/n, what is taking so long?” It was Mia, again.
“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t know you… had a girl over. I will leave” before your brain registered what she said she already turned around to leave. “Wait” your hand shot out and grabbed her wrist “I’m just having some friends over to watch some movies, why don’t you come inside?” Your voice was soft and caring, warming her heart more than she thought was possible. “Look, I don’t wanna intrude. It’s fine really” but you didn’t let go of her wrist, instead tightening your grip slightly. “I can kick them out if it makes you come inside” you let out a chuckle before turning serious again.
“I’m not good with new people” the sentence was barely a whisper but you heard it nonetheless and opened your arms for her as an invitation which she gladly accepted. “We will be watching a movie anyway and I will shut down any interrogation they start. Please, I wanna have you there” your grip around her waist tightened slightly to reassure her. You felt a nod against your shoulder before pulling away. “Come on” you softly grabbed her hand causing her to blush before she took a firm hold of your hand.
You led her into the living room where all your friends stared at her. “Guys this is Jenna, Jenna these are Mia, Joey, Paul and Mike. Jenna will be joining us this movie night so scoot over” your tone told them to be nice and quiet but Mia didn’t quite get along with your plan. “So this is the new chick?” It annoyed you, the way she called the girl next to you, sure you called some of the flings you had chick but Jenna wasn’t like them. “Mia. We talked about this, not a fucking Chick alright?! Now be quiet so we can start the movie” your voice was so sharp that the actress next to you was sure that ghost face could use it as a weapon.
After Mia finally shut up, the two of you settled down on the couch. “Hi, I’m Mike” greeted the boy next to you causing you to smile, he’s always been so polite. “Hey, I’m Jenna” she greeted back as your laid a blanket on top of the slightly shivering brunette which caused Mia to roll her eyes. “Everybody ready to start the movie?” When everyone nodded you pressed play and settled into the couch.
The moment your back hit the cushion the small girl next to you leaned into your shoulder, placing the remaining parts of your blanket on top of you. You slightly shifted your arm before looking at her for permission which was granted by a small nod, so you laid your arm across her shoulders. You stayed like that throughout the first movie, only occasionally moving to get snacks or drinks.
“Do you want something to drink hun?” You asked Jenna as you stood up. “Whatever you’re having is fine, thank you” you nodded and made your way to the kitchen leaving the girl alone with your friends.
“I think you two should finally fuck” Jenna’s mouth dropped slightly when she heard Mia talk to her. “I-I’m sorry?!” From now on she just counted down the seconds for you to come back. In the meantime Mike tried to tell Mia to keep quiet, “oh come on, we all know it, she’ll fuck her and then leave her. Like she always does” Jenna looked around to see Paul on his phone not minding the conversation, Joey looked down ashamed with a slight nod while Mike shook his head. “Mike, where’s the restroom?” Her voice was small as her eyes brimmed with tears. “Down the hall, last door on the right” he received a small ‘thanks’ before the girl was gone.
A minute later you reentered the living room to see Jenna gone and Mia grin. “Mikey, where’s Jenna?” You asked him trying to ignore Mia. “Bathroom” the guilty look on his face told you everything. Without another word you made your way to the end of the hall.
“Jenna?” You softly knocked as you leaned against the doorway but didn’t receive an answer. “Darling, what’s wrong? Come on, talk to me” you gently spoke as you rested your head against the door. After some shuffling and a small sniffle she finally spoke up. “I’m alright” the tone in her voice, the way it shivered and how you could hear here breathing even on the other side of the door mad wir pretty obvious that she wasn’t alright. “You’re not. So please, open the door so I can see your pretty face when you tell me why I’m beating up Mia” you heard a small teary chuckle before the door opened slightly, allowing you to sneak in.
“Oh hun, what happened while I was gone? What did they say?” It was quiet for a moment before her face turned mad. “Is fucking me your only goal? Will you leave after I let you?!” To say you were shocked was an understatement, a big one. “I-Wh-What are you talking about?” You played with your fingers while you waited for her to answer. “Mia said that’s what you always do, so why not with me? Just be honest about it”
“I don’t know what she told you but it’s not true. First of all, I don’t fuck with peoples feelings, not on purpose at least, and second, if I just wanted to fuck you, you would have known from the first day” you were serious, she could see it in your eyes and the way you talked. “Promise?” You nodded extending your pinky, “pinky promise” after you linked your Pinkies you pulled her closer to you. She was quick to melt into your arms.
“Guys, hurry! I wanna watch the next movie” you heard Paul call out causing you to laugh while parting from the smaller girl. “I promise that I’m never going to leave you” you held eye contact for a moment before linking your pinkies again to pull her back to the couch. By now her tears stains were gone and her eyes back to normal.
“You okay with cuddling?” You carefully asked as you sat down. “Yes please” her voice was small as she cuddled into you before you gave her the drink you got for her. “Well, let’s start this” Mike pressed play chasing everybody to sink back.
You watched until the fourth one when you decided it was time for everyone to eat something. “I’m gonna get everyone something from the restaurant two blocks from here” you told everyone before turning to the girl next to you, “they have great vegan options”
This time you were smarter than before and asked Jenna to come with you after calling the restaurant. So here you were walking down the street pinkies still linked, you felt her watching you over longer periods until you spoke up. “I haven’t been in a relationship for a while, I moved here after my life in New York fell apart and I was scared to start something with someone and I haven’t met anyone for a while with whom I wanted to start something” you explained as you looked at her. “Mia didn’t quite agree with that lifestyle for the last couple of weeks, it came pretty suddenly. I don’t know why she’s like that, I’m sorry” you finished as you came to a stop in front of the restaurant. “Thank you for telling me”
After you two got the food and Jenna took around a hundred pictured with fans you finally made your way back to your home. “Guys! We have to food” you called out as you pushed your shoes to the side.
After you ate you decided to watch the last one and you were pretty surprised to see the pretty brunette next to you in the movie as she tried to do everything but watch the movie. “Why didn’t you tell me you were staring in this one?” You asked her quietly to not disturb the others. “It’s uncomfortable! I hate watching myself” she whined and buried her head in your shoulder causing you to giggle. “We can watch something else in my room. Everybody but Paul and Mia are asleep anyway and they’re staying here for the night” you explained. “Well then, let’s go. Then I will text someone to pick me up” she said as the two of you stood up. “Or, you could sleep here too” she grinned before answering. “We will see about that”
Twenty minutes later you sat on your bed in a jogging trouser and a shirt while Jenna was in the bathroom with some of your clothes getting ready to stay the night. She came out in an oversized hoodie and some shorts before throwing herself next to you.
That night you fell asleep next to girl forgetting about your, so called friend, in the living room
#reader insert#brooooswriting#jenna ortega x y/n#jenna ortega x reader#jenna ortega x you#jenna ortega#wednesday addams x reader
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Hi! I know it's pretty late to be asking this but I got a random blurb idea at three in the morning so I thought I'd send it in before I forgot it. It's for season one, episode 5/6.
After Steve finds Jonathan and Nancy in her bed and tells bug she deserves better he drives off with Tommy and Carol. Basically his POV that whole car ride. He's grieving, in disbelief and heartbreak. He's angry and sad, not only for himself but for bug. Tommy and Carol are only riling him up at this point. Remember how Tommy or Carol said something like " wow Steve you're right she really is pathetic to still stay with him" maybe we see the convo where that came from. I feel like he was excited to be around who he thought were Nancy's friends outside of barb, and it all came crashing down.
Again this is really random and super late but I was just thinking about season one Steve and this scenario popped into my head. For being such a little shit Steve really is handsome.
i loooove this idea omg yes ! n never apologize for sending blurbs i love doin em
enjoy <3
"did henderson really defend that creep?" carol practically throws herself over the drivers seat in disbelief of what steve has just said.
"she did." steve tightens his hands around the steering wheel. his mind is reeling. hes hurt, hes so fucking hurt, and hes angry. for you, for what nancy has done to him, for what jonathan has done to you. for years youve been his little pet, always doting on the boy, and he still has the fucking nerve to hurt you like this. "shes pathetic."
the words burn steves tongue. he regrets them immediately.
tommy snorts. "i mean, yeah. shes hot, but at least have some self respect, ya know?"
the boys words only cause steve to tighten his grip on the steering wheel harder. youre not pathetic; youre selfless. youre so fucking selfless and always see the good in people. it infuriates steve. youre everything and more, and hes seen people abuse this rare kindness for years. make fun of you for it, mock you as if the kindness you bring isnt a breath of fresh air for everyone.
he hears a yelp next to him and steve knows that carol has slapped tommy for calling another girl hot in front of her.
"i just dont get it," steve sighs out. theres so much he wants to ask, to say and plead and demand. he cant get the betrayal in your eyes out of his head. youd looked devasted when hed told you what he saw at nancys. how jonathan had been wrapped around her.
and yet even as the hurt crossed upon your face, you still managed to swallow down the hurt and see the good in people.
in the people who didnt fucking deserve it.
"fuck if i know, man." tommy rubs at his arm and glares at carol.
she simply rolls her eyes at him and goes back to picking at her nails. "why do we assume she even knows how to do anything other than put on that angelic act bullshit?"
"what, like she doesnt know how to be mean?" tommy asks, furrowing his brows.
steve stares straight ahead. "all shes ever been is kind."
"exactly," carol throws herself against the drivers seat again. "whos to say its real? not some creepy act? better yet: how do we know shes not, like, fucked up in the head?"
youre not. steve has seen your intelligence. youre the top of your class and hes had to shamefully ask you for help with english homework.
tommy frowns again. "wait, i thought she was smart."
"god, youre dumb." carol shakes her head. "what i mean is, what if she physically incapable of being mean. like, some chemical imbalance in her brain."
"could explain her freakish devotion to byers." tommy says.
steves grip tightens once more hearing the boys name. jonathan byers. resident creep who somehow has captured the heart of hawkins sweetheart. the same boy who has now cheated on her with steves girlfriend.
he will never understand this.
nancy has hurt him, shes abandoned him like everyone else has, and he knows that somehow its his fault.
but you? you dont deserve any of this.
what carol has said makes sense. maybe you really dont know how to be mean. if youre physically incapable of it, then steve decides that he has to do something about it.
if you need to be mean, then he'll be mean for you.
#ask#anon#m speaks#come home blurb#m's writing#set in season 1#steve bless u#ur so dumb#very heavily “if u need to be mean be mean to me” coded btw
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Routine - Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw Imagine
A/N: so I’ve had rooster brain rot for a few days now and decided to type up this cute little blurb. Hope you guys enjoy it! ❤️
Living with a naval aviator meant that almost every day had a routine. The day started the same way and usually ended the same way at the same time. Unfortunately, for you, this even included weekends.
You had been living with rooster for a few months now, your relationship becoming close to the 2 year mark and the routine felt normal now. It was Saturday morning, the sun wasn’t even up yet, but you found yourself rolling over in bed to check the time on the alarm clock. It was 6:30, which meant Bradley would be waking up any minute now.
You say there for a few seconds, arms soon wrapping around your waist as you got pulled into your boyfriends strong chest. “‘Morning gorgeous.” The sleepiness in his voice was evident as he buried his face into your hair, leaving little kisses down along your neck. Man, he sure knew how to give you goosebumps and butterflies, even after 2 years together.
You smiled, your arms snaking over his as you let out a content sigh. “Good morning, handsome.” You managed to wiggle in his grip, turning around to face him. Your eyes met his, his arms holding you close as you moved your arms up to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. He had a lazy smile on his lips, your eyes running over every feature on his face. “What time do you have to meet Mav today?” The two of them had been working on fixing up an old plane Maverick had in his hanger, and it had become one of Bradley’s favorite parts of the week.
Bradley thought for a moment and you could see the thoughts turning over in his head before he had an answer for you. “10:30, oh and Penny was wanting you to have a girls day with her and Amelia if you aren’t too busy today.” His lips found your forehead before he carefully rolled away and from you and started to get out of bed. “Meet me in the kitchen for breakfast, my love?”
Saturdays and Sundays were usually your school days, seeing as you were in school and working full time at the Hard Deck Monday through Friday to make enough to get by. But, a girls day did sound fun. Of course, you sometimes hung out with Phoenix and the rest of the dagger squad when they all decided to get together. This would be different, though. “I can take a break from homework today and go hangout with them. That sounds fun.” You soon followed him out of bed, stretching as your feet made contact with the wooden floors in your bedroom.
As you were making your way downstairs, you could already hear the radio in the kitchen playing music and you could hear your boyfriend singing along. You giggled as you leaned against the doorframe, watching him gather ingredients to use to cook. “Enjoying the show?” His voice made you absolutely grin as you nodded, walking towards him.
He sat the ingredients down, taking your hand in his and lacing his fingers through yours. He started to dance with you around the kitchen, your laughter overlapping with the music as his big t shirt swayed around with you. Rooster flashed back to Maverick saying that the two of you reminded him of his parents, always happy and unafraid to be yourselves; no matter who was or wasn’t watching. Hell, he remembered on your second date, the two of you danced like this on the patio of the hard deck. It was your favorite part of your relationship.
“I can’t wait to marry you one day.” The words came out of Bradley’s mouth as easily as he thought them, causing you to smile up at him. It was the first time he had ever actually vocalized the words, and it made you feel like you were on cloud nine.
“Well, whenever you’re ready for that, Bradshaw. I’ll be here saying yes.” He leaned down and captured your lips in a fiery kiss, breakfast temporarily forgotten about as he lifted you up onto the kitchen counter.
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max's top books of 2023 :3c
as usual, these rankings are based on some arcane mix of objective quality + my personal enjoyment (previous year's lists)
it was another weird reading year! i did a lot of reading for school, more so than in the past; some of it was really good and some of it was, uh. well, some of it was william wordsworth. nothing i absolutely loathed, though (most of the reads i disliked were books i could at least appreciate on an art/history level), which is cool. so i'm bringing back the runner-up category. did not make it onto my top ten list but were really good anyway: beartown by fredrik backman (books that no joke made me understand why people are insane about sports) and the GORGEOUS re-release of my dear @yvesdot 's debut, something's not right, which i have read before but will always gladly revisit again.
my top anticipated release for 2024 is alecto the ninth again.
(but shoutout also to just happy to be here, king cheer, and henry henry. trans people! shakespeare, even!)
and the list! in increasing order of enjoyment, with pictures this year!
10. The Common Liar by Janet Adelman
no, i can't believe i'm doing this either. i can't believe i did all that preamble and the first book on my list is an academic thesis analyzing shakespeare's antony and cleopatra. but also? it's the only book anyone ever needs to write about shakespeare's antony and cleopatra. janet adelman said it all. which is cool, because i have a fixation on that play, but also sucks, because i was also trying to write an essay on it and mine wasn't nearly as good. btw if anyone wants to buy this for me, somehow, for the $120 it costs on amazon because academia is awful, i will send you my address,
9. Robert Icke's Oresteia
i don't need to say anything about this play, because it's the source of "this was always going to happen. she's been dead since the beginning." that should be enough. but after becoming deranged about the oresteia last year, i finally read this, and holy shit, this adaptation of the story is so fucking genius and icke's writing is so fucking good. it's antiwar! it's about mental illness! there's gender! the fucking ENDING! (i have a pdf if anyone would like it. anything to plug this play bark bark bark rufrufruf grrrrrr)
8. Down Girl: the Logic of Misogyny by Kate Manne
this is a little bit cheating, because i haven't finished this book yet, so maybe in the final chapters manne will say something like "what if we blew up every orphan" and i'll have to retract this. but right now it's fucking excellent! i've been making an effort to read more nonfiction lately, and this one shines; manne sets out to analyze misogyny not as a personal hatred of women that some men harbor, but as an intricate and structural system forcing women into the role of Giving (attention, affection, power, etc; sometimes their lives). and it's sooooo smart. some of it is stuff i already know (and some of it is Academic Philosophy TM that goes right over my head), but manne articulates her point excellently and i can feel it rearranging my brain, so it's going on the list for longevity and skill!
7. Dictator by Robert Harris
does this book objectively deserve to be on this list? you know what, yeah. i'll say it with my whole chest. i don't like how harris writes women and there are plenty of things to pick at in his cicero trilogy, but i had so much goddamn fun reading it that i can't not put it on the list. this was my year of being really really into cicero, and this was fun to read alongside e-pistulae. harris is sooooo good at making ancient roman politics gripping. the last scenes of this book. augh. ack. ough!
6. Detransition Baby by Torrey Peters
there are a lot of valid critiques of this one (a lot of bad critiqus, too, but such is writing literally anything about transness), but i fucking adored it. i LOVE dual timelines, i LOVE unlikable characters, and i FUCKING LOVE TRANSSEXUALITY! moreover, i love that peters isn't afraid to Go There, to poke at the messy ugly sides of transness (and queerness in general) that i think a lot of us don't like acknowledging, especially to cishet people whose view of the community is already skewed. i don’t think this is the One Great Trans Novel; i think there are a lot of great trans novels, and we need more. but this one did hit me RIGHT in the chest, and i couldn't put it down.
5. Wrath Goddess Sing by Maya Deane
the iliad but achilles is a trans woman and she's fighting the war on both mortal and divine levels and she and helen have an insane homoerotic half-god rivalry and everybody is fucking crazy. pitched as "for fans of TSOA" but as i said in my review if TSOA is a pleasant but watery iced tea then this book is gasoline laced with crack. there is a bisexual transgender threesome. i fucking love women. book of the fucking summer
4. White Teeth by Zadie Smith
i probably enjoyed wrath goddess sing more, but i can't not rank this book highly on this list. this book is such a fucking masterpiece. it's tolstoy for the modern age. it's a sprawling multi-familial multi-cultural multi-generational epic about race and gender and religion and science and humanity and britishness. smith's prose is fucking amazing; her character work is even better; this book has no plot but it uses its length sooooooo well. the first zadie smith i've read, but by god there will be more. she wrote this at TWENTY-FIVE. that's fucking CRAZY. do you know how much control over your craft you have to have to write this at twenty-five. bonkers. it is also the only enjoyable book i read in my modern literature class, so shoutout to white teeth for keeping me sane,
3. The Secret to Superhuman Strength by Alison Bechdel
this book is ostensibly about bechdel's relationship with exercise. it is actually about bechdel's relationship with her own body, her own soul, her desire for individualism in the style of the transcendentalists, transcendentalism in general, mortality, and aging. i can't really tell you more than that because i didn't actually "read" this so much as i absorbed it through my skin like a frog while trying not to tremble like a little purse dog. i am not gonna lie man i did not have a very good. um. august. or september. or october november december. so this book really could not have come at a better time. alison bechdel i am obsessed with you
2. The Essential Dykes to Watch Out For by Alison Bechdel
ALISON BECHDEL I AM OBSESSED WITH YOU!!!! this one narrowly edges out secret to superhuman strength because... well, i'm sort of rating the entire comic strip's run, and dude. holy shit. i love lesbians so much. this strip is such an important piece of lesbian history; it reminded me that a lot of the things lesbians (and LGBT people in general) argue about and deal with today are... the same things we've always argued about and dealt with, from intracommunity label discourse to global politics to hitting on women badly. but history aside--it's also just really fucking good! it's really funny! if you are a neurotic leftist, as so many of us are, it's hysterical! it's smart! it's hot! it's heartwarming! i read it over the first half of the year, in little bits and pieces, and by the end i felt like i really had gone decades with these characters. really just. so good. the power she has the range she has
1. the suzanne collins reread
okay. this one is definitely cheating. because i usually like to keep this list to books i'm reading for the first time, and i HAVE read the hunger games and the underland chronicles. but i read them, like, almost ten years ago, and i was not prepared to be so thoroughly fucking bodied by them this time around, now that i have critical thinking and analysis skills. we all know the hunger games is a fucking banger, so let me pitch the gregor the overlander series: something of a modern alice in wonderland setup, where the eleven-year-old main character falls into an underground world full of strangeness, except this world isn't whimsical, it's dangerous and stuffed with giant talking animals like bats and rats and cockroaches. there's a war on. there are plagues. there are war crimes. there is a plotline that is extremely explicitly about ethnic cleansing. there is some of the most heartbreaking fucking shit you've ever read in your goddamn life. there is also a rat who quotes macbeth and the underlanders revere a guy named bartholomew of sandwich. this series is for middle schoolers. i cried. not when i was a middle schooler reading it the first time; i mean now. so i'm breaking my no-rereads rule, because it really would be a lie to say that my best reading experience wasn't revisiting all of collins' work with my friends (yes, i read TBSOS; i think it's fine but not great). sorry to give publicity to an author who definitely doesn't need my help, but a few years ago my #1 spot went to shakespeare, so.
if you've read this far: thank you! please tell me your thoughts! tell me your favorite books of 2023! tell me which books you're excited for in 2024! and have a very lovely new year :)
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Aleks x Cosette + Kinktober 6
Aleks was eight years old the first time he learned about the concept of torture. It had been late- probably one or two am and he was awoken from his bed by his father. He'd padded down, barefoot, through the family home to the basement- where he'd been told over and over, never go down there without permission.
That night he learned why.
He watched, wide eyed, through two way glass as his cousin Vasilisa tortured a man for two hours.
To this day, Aleks had no idea why. He couldn't really process what was going on. His brain tried to protect him from the harsh reality. But nothing could protect him from the image of Vasilia taking a hammer to that man's fingers one at a time.
Ten years later, Aleks was the one doing the torture. But his 'weapon' of choice wasn't a hammer. No. It was the little remote in his pocket. The one he idly played with, turning up, up, up, then back down.
In a desk three rows up and one column to the left, Cosette Bellefleur shifted, her knees pressed together, a thin sheen of sweat just around her hairline. Aleks wasn't close enough, but he knew there was a very good chance that the people in the desks closest to her could hear the muffled buzz of the vibrator nestled snugly inside her cunt.
"Who would like to pass out the graded tests?" Professor Loren asked. Aleks's hand went up first and the professor nodded for him to come do it. Aleks stood, one hand in his pocket to turn down the vibrator, walking up to the front and grabbing the pile of papers. He glanced just at the name, not the grade as he put the tests down on Mal's desk. Cassim's desk. Jay's desk. When he got to Cosette's name, he did take a peek at the grade.
He gave her a genuine grin and put it down face up for her.
"That's my good girl." He said to her, his voice low. He took note of the flash of pleasure in her eyes, her tongue darting out to wet her lower lip at the compliment. He stood upright and continued to pass out the graded tests, sitting down and turn the vibrator back up. He wanted to see her cum.
She let out a small squeak, people turning to look at her, but none of them knew her the way Aleks did. They didn't see the muscles in her legs tightening, the way she gripped the edge of the desk, her perfectly manicured nails digging into the wood.
She was cumming and his only regret was that he couldn't see her face. He'd do it again later, he'd get to see the dreamy look she got when she came, but had to do it quietly.
When class was over, Aleks waited, turning down the toy and watching her gather all of her stuff, putting everything into her bag. He stood, grabbing his own bag and took hers from her, to carry it to her next class.
"You got an A on the history test." He noted, walking alongside her. People paused to watch them as they walked. People still weren't used to the two of them it seemed. King Ben dating a VK, somehow, made more sense than Aleks's connection with Cosette in most people's eyes. Cosette didn't seem bothered. Aleks got the impression she was used to having all eyes on her. Aleks found he also couldn't be bothered. He didn't care about what other people thought nearly enough for him to break off whatever this was with Cosette.
Were they dating? Maybe. he wasn't fucking around with anyone else. But he hadn't asked the same of her. And he didn't know if she was or wasn't. It was a conversation they'd have eventually but today he had other things on his mind. They were about halfway to her next class when he reached over, gripping her arm and roughly pulling her into a nook.
He knew every last inch of this school. part of his 'job' was to be able to protect the royals and that meant knowing any place that someone with ill intentions could be hiding. This particular little cove was one where they could see out at others, they could definitely hear everyone else- and they could be heard, but to see them and what they were doing, one had to be at the exact right angle. It wasn't impossible- but it wasn't likely either.
"Yes?" Cosette asked with a knowing smirk.
"You got an A on your history test." He repeated. "You did well, and good girls get rewarded." He knelt down at her feet on the concrete, Cosette wore a short pink skirt and he knew the tights were actually thigh highs, something he'd been thrilled to find when he spread her open earlier to fit the toy into her cunt. "How many times did you cum during class?" He asked. He knew the number, he'd watched carefully. He had definitely paid more attention to Cosette than he had to the teacher, but he was fine with that. He would get notes from someone later.
"Three." she answered breathlessly as he lifted her leg, setting her foot, high heel and all, on his shoulder, her skirt bunching around her waist.
She was soaked, her cum and arousal leaving a shining sticky mess on her inner thighs. He inhaled deeply and reached up, carefully pulling the toy out of her cunt. She released a soft whimper as he 'cleaned it up' a little, running it up and down over her clit.
"Aleks." She groaned.
He placed it in her hand, closing her fingers around it.
"Suck it clean, Cosette." He ordered. His eyes glued to her face as she lifted the toy up to her lips. It wasn't that large, it had to be small enough that the others in class couldn't hear it unless they were close to her. She sucked it until it no longer tasted like her pussy and she handed it back, he slipped it into the back pocket of his pants and turned his attention to her cunt.
"You said three orgasms?" he asked. She nodded and he reached into his bag, pulling out a marker. He uncapped it and made three hash marks. Cosette's gaze turned interested- turned hungry. "You took them so well, Cosette." He praised her, capping the marker.
"I did?" She stared down, her eyes on the three marks on her inner thigh.
"Yes, you did, you took it so fucking well." He moved her leg, letting it drape over his shoulder, bringing him in closer to her pussy. "And good girls get rewarded." He informed her. He pulled her in closer with one hand, that hand gripping her tight, he knew that it would leave bruises on her pale skin. Aleks never in his life thought he would like seeing a woman with a bruise in the shape of his hand, but as long as it was on her hips or her thighs, it turned him rock hard every single time he saw it.
And he saw it often.
Cosette was impossible to satisfy in the best way. It seems like she never got enough. But Aleks was willing to try and try and try. However much it took.
He pulled her in close and he started to eat. Licking and sucking, nipping at her clit. She cried out, her hands shooting down to tangle into his hair. She didn't really care if anyone heard or saw them- if anything, it made it better. Cosette was made to be watched, to be admired, and if she could get someone to catch them, to watch them as She came- usually loudly- then she would be happy.
She kept one hand tangled in Aleks's blonde hair, the other pressed up against the wall as her already sensitive pussy was used. But when two thick, slightly calloused fingers pushed deep inside of her- that was it. She came, crying out even louder. Her legs shaking as he pulled back, as much as he could without moving her leg off of his shoulder.
Aleks licked his lips and smirked, opening the marker to make a fourth mark on her inner thigh.
"So fucking good." He groaned, taking the vibrator out of his pocket, he checked it, made sure it was clean, then slipped it inside of her, she was still so fucking wet that there was no resistance. "I can't wait to see how many tallies I have on you by the end of the day." He carefully moved her leg and stood up, grabbing their bags and hefting them over his shoulders.
He held out a hand to her, which she took, her legs still shaking as he walked her out of the nook and to her next class. Halfway there, he hit the remote, grinning as her legs nearly gave out and she gripped his arm to stay upright.
"Keep walking, Cosette." He half mocked, his arm moving around her waist to actually help her stay up. Oh yeah, he was going to get her to ten tallies by the end of the day, at least. He had no doubt in his mind about that one.
Their next class was- interesting. It was remedial goodness. A class that he didn't technically take but he was the TA for. Did Fairy Godmother need a TA for a class with 5 students? No. But when Aleks found out about it, and more importantly that Cosette was in it, he pulled some strings to make sure he got that spot. He had that period open anyway, so there was no reason why he couldn't help her out.
He turned off the vibrator as they walked into the classroom. He went to the front of the room where Fairy Godmother was erasing the board from the class before that. Not Remedial Goodness. This was the only class of its kind. It had five students and it would only ever have those five students. Unless of course, Ben followed through with his proclamation and actually brought over more of the kids of the Isle.
The other students- Mal, Carlos, Evie and Jay filed in, taking their seats and getting settled in for another hour of explaining to them how to be good.
It was kind of a silly class. Aleks was pretty sure it could be taught in a single seminar, but no one asked his opinion on it.
"Alright, since we are all here let's get started-" The doors in the back of the room opened and a young woman came speed walking in. When everyone stopped to look back at her- she froze, her cheeks flaming red.
"Um- There is- there is a problem in the office- you might want to come..." Jane, Fairy Godmother's daughter stammered.
"What is it?" FG asked.
"Someone fed a potion to one of the pumpkins- it's gone mad."
"It's alive?" FG's eyes widened. Jane nodded vigorously and FG turned to Aleks, handing him the pointer she used. "Aleks, the lesson is written in the book- just- TA." She got out before she hurried away after her daughter.
"Aren't you like- the protector of Auradon or something?" Mal deadpanned, propping her feet up on the table. "Shouldn't you go handle that with her?"
"Divide and conquer, Mal." Aleks answered, trailing over to the book. Today was the dos and don'ts of party etiquette. Do bring a present, don't curse the infant. So on so forth.
"So the lesson says don't be a dick at parties." He shrugged. "Any questions?" Evie raised her hand, he pointed at her with the stick.
"What kind of parties?"
"Any parties. If you're invited somewhere, and you go, don't be a dick."
"What if you don't get invited?" Mal drawled.
"Then you don't go."
"Even if everyone else was invited?"
"Yeah. Maybe do some self reflection on why you were the only one left out." Cosette offered. Aleks smiled at her response.
"Anything else?" He asked. They shook their heads and he nodded. "Great. Class is over early. Miss Bellefleur? I need to speak with you after class."
Mal and her friends wasted no time in gathering their stuff and rushing out to enjoy the free period.
Cosette stood up after the doors had closed behind them and she trailed up to the front of the room, where Aleks was leaning against the desk.
"You wanted to see me, Sir?" She emphasized the last work, a wicked grin on her lips.
"I did."
"Am I in trouble?" She asked, widening her eyes innocently.
"No, quite the opposite really. You've been doing- exceedingly well in your classes. Your answer in class today was inspired." He informed her, toying with the pointer.
"Yeah?" She asked, the smile faltered a bit as she tried to determine if he was serious or if it was part of the bit. He straightened, closing the gap between them, one hand coming up to the back of her neck, squeezing the nape gently to bring her in close.
"Yes. You're doing great, Cosette." He promised. "And you deserve a reward for that." He used his grip on her neck to turn her body around, bending her over the table. "There was an assignment for you all to do." He admitted. "But I think that instead of having you write out your answers, we'll do an oral exam instead. For every answer you get right, you get a reward, for every question you get wrong, you get a punishment. Understood?"
Cosette nodded, her head turned to the side, resting against the cool desktop.
"Say it, Cosette." He ordered. "Understood?"
"Yes sir."
"Good girl." He flipped up the back of her skirt, exposing her to the open air. He could smell how fucking horny she was and it just made him hard- his cock tenting up in his slacks.
"Question number one." He picked up the quiz that FG had left for the VKs to do. He figured he would talk around the fact that he let them out without doing it. Claim they all were involved- and properly clothed- for the oral exam. "You've been invited to a party, which of the following is an inappropriate hostess gift? A) a bottle of sparking juice. B) a tray of fresh baked cookies. C) a poison apple?" He shook his head at the question.
Cosette remained silent for a moment, debating between reward or punishment. Finally, she opened her mouth.
"C) a poison apple." She answered. He grinned, resting his hand on her back, running it down over her bare ass.
"Very good, Cosette." He lifted that hand and brought it down on her ass with a resounding 'smack'. He watched as the pale skin turned pink, Cosette gasping.
"Next question." He continued. "The hostess appreciated your gift very much. She puts it out on the table of refreshments and tells you to help yourself. Which of the following should you do? A) poison the punch. B) fill a cup with punch and enjoy. C) touch all the sandwiches with your bare hands?"
Cosette didn't hesitate this time answering,
"A) Poison the punch." Aleks clicked his tongue and shook his head.
"No, Cosette, you don't poison the punch. You touch all the sandwiches, because now they're yours." He teased, then turned on the vibrator still nestled inside of her, but turned down to the first level, enough to feel- but not enough to make her cum.
"That's not fair." She whined.
"Good girls get to cum. If you want to cum, then you're going to need to be My Good Girl." He warned. She huffed but nodded. "Say it Cosette."
"Yes sir." She pouted.
"Very good." He smirked and picked up the paper.
Cosette got the next question right, and the one after that, each time she got a firm smack on the ass, the next question, he turned the vibrator up one level. She let out a whine as it still wasn't enough. She wanted more- she needed more. She was going to go out of her mind with the slow pace of the toy.
Aleks was very much aware of this fact, However, he made no move to fix the problem for her. Instead he went through the rest of the test. The next question she got wrong and he dropped it back down, she let out a dramatic sob but he didn't relent. Instead, it either went up or she got a smack on the ass for each correct answer she got after that.
When the got to the last question, he turned the vibrator up to a 5, half of it's highest possible strength.
"After you've been to a party at someone else's home, the correct follow up is A) Break into their house and steal their stereo. B) send a thank you note. C) plot to throw an even better party to upstage them?"
"B, it's fucking B- please, Aleks." Cosette gasped,
"Please what?" He asked innocently, running the tip of the pointer over her ass.
"Please- I need more." her voice cracked and he put down the pointer, swiftly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, with one hand he slipped the vibrator out of her and with the other he pulled his cock out- rock fucking hard from all the teasing and he pushed right into her pussy. She cried out at the change from the vibrator to his cock- which was much thicker.
He bent over her, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear.
"I told you, good girls get rewards. You got an A on the test." It wasn't technically a test- at least he didn't think so but whatever. He gripped her hips tight with his free hand, pounding into her hard and fast. Part of him was aware- again, that someone could come in at any time and find them. But he found that just spurred him to go harder and faster, to make her scream louder. The threat of getting caught turned him on almost as much as it did for her.
He held the vibrator in his other hand, wrapping around her body and pressing it to her clit. She cried out, slamming her hips back away from it but then towards it again, effectively fucking herself on his cock.
"Fuck- Cosette, you feel so fucking good baby, You're so fucking wet and tight." He groaned, letting her move herself for a bit before ramming himself into her up to the hilt, pressing the toy tight against her clit until she was cumming, her legs giving out, but he held her up against his body until she'd ridden out the orgasm, then he bent her back over the desk, fucking her hard until he came, filling her up, every thrust forward shooting out another load of cum until he was spent.
He left her against the desk, pulling out and using tissues from FG's desk to clean himself up. He gave her a moment to gather her bearings, digging through his bag and coming back, kicking her feet further apart and squatting down to add another tally to her leg.
"That's five, Cosette." He noted, tugging her skirt down to hide the mess between her legs. "Let's get you to your dorm. You did such a good fucking job, baby, you deserve a rest." He grabbed her stuff and by this point, her legs had recovered.
"We're not done yet right?" She asked, a note of horror in her voice. Aleks laughed and shook his head.
"Not even close." He promised. "Not. Even. Close."
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Top 5 Avril Lavigne songs?
Genuinely, my first and main fandom(?) is Avril Lavigne. The coolest human being ever, like OMFG I've had a crush on her since I was like 6. I'm consistently in her 0.01% of UK listeners. Here's a numbered list!
5) Losing Grip🛹
It's my go to head-banging song! She really was the teenage girl ever. I adore the airy grunginess, like the guitar and bass are living and breathing, and her vocals in the chorus are so fucking RAW. "'Cause you weren't there when I was scared". This song was a life-ring for teenage me once upon a time and it makes me wanna give younger me a big hug and tell her she'll be ok.
4) Breakaway (the superior version)❤️
That dadada-DA-da has my heart and the grungy guitars and bass scratch this itch in my brain too. This song is really important to me because I feel it speaks to my relationship with Malaysia (where I'm originally from). "Wanted to belong here, but somethin' felt so wrong here" makes me wanna scream. I'm proud of my heritage and I'm passionate about its history and how it informs my place in the world, but as a bisexual and enby, it's simply not the safest place for me to be (the homophobia was a colonial export btw so fuck the British Empire).
3) Take Me Away❌
My most played song ever and I don't think there's a song that demonstrates her singing prowess better. Those angsty staccatos, those dirty runs and the RAWNESS like AAAAAHHHH. I love the swinging back and forth between the spacey rhythm and reflective but lost lyrics, and the heavy groove and angsty scream of Avril and the guitars. This song musically captures the way I feel things so perfectly. "Back to what. Was never said. Back and forth. Inside my head. I Can't Han dle this con fusion!" Her vocals are so raw and honest OMFG.
2) Rock N Roll🖤
This is probably my favourite song to play on guitar. This song has got the coolest guitar solo in all her songs and it also makes me think of my sister. "When it's you and me. We don't need no one to tell us who to be. We'll keep turning up the radio." My sister and I speak our own language that no one can follow sometimes like oh man does this song make me wanna take a 2am coach back up to Liverpool to see her. It’s such a fun song to dance and sing to (middle fingers in the sky)!! No one screams a chorus like her, she kicks so much ass!
1) My Happy Ending🎸
6 year-old, raised-religious me saw this music video on mtv and felt things I "shouldn't", and it's been my favourite song ever since, like she's an old friend that's been there for me over the years. "You were all the things I thought I knew. And I thought we could be". Those have to be some of my favourite lyrics ever! I love everything about this song. Those oh-0h interludes with that fuzzy guitar, the jangly acoustic guitar and keys phasing in and out, the busy groove in the chorus, those beautiful low-end bass slides later on, and her simultaneously sensitive and take-no-prisoners vocals. It's all so pretty and makes me feel so so much.
Thanks for asking! Speaking about Avril Lavigne makes my heart feel all fuzzy🥰🤘.
#eat your heart out taylor swift; no one does breakup songs like avril lavigne#imagine leaving the house without eyeliner on :P#avril lavigne#pop punk princess#rock chick#music#pop punk#emo#2000s#rock#rock n roll
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Affairs Of the Heart, Chapter 8
Chapters 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7
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Hiccup had never felt worse than he did that afternoon—not in the two years he spent believing Astrid could not care less about him as he pretended that he could not care less about her; those years were a different kind of despair. It had not stung nearly as much when she told him she was engaged, nor did he feel as intense an urge to vomit as when he had seen Stefnir with his hands on her. His mouth on her. It tore at him like dragons' fangs to watch her endure the affections of a man she did not love, to meet her eye as Stefnir kissed her neck, seeing the regret, the disgust, and a helplessness play across her face; feelings atypical for a girl so fierce.
Hiccup held her gaze while Stefnir unwittingly took advantage of her sense of duty. He had been her lifeline, staying with her through the entire thing, reassuring her with the intensity of his stare, helping to shoulder her discomfort with his clenched jaw and the cracking knuckles of his hands, balling into tight fists. Astrid's eyes snapped shut, but Hiccup remained rooted by the smithy window. He would not leave her to suffer alone while Stefnir made her squirm and onlookers heckled them. It must have been a dark and terrible place she was in, and Hiccup could practically hear her silent screams reverberating in his bones.
Something aggressive gathered beneath his skin like billowing clouds flashing with lightning. It was a roll of thunder, growing ever louder like it might burst from him in an unstoppable yell as he lobbed his ball-peen hammer at Stefnir Svenson's head. It would have been involuntary at that point, a quick jerk of his arm that sent the blacksmithing tool flying through the air with every ounce of anger that could be packed into his wiry frame.
Hiccup did not condone violence. He abhorred it under most circumstances; but if his own misery was not enough to incite him to blows, his pacifistic tendencies had fallen to the wayside for Astrid's public degradation.
That image would be seared into his brain for the rest of the day and well into the evening—Stefnir wrapped around Astrid, and her look of utter revulsion and shame as she silently endured. She had cracked her eye open at one point, casting Hiccup an apologetic grimace, shaking her head just enough to placate him, to discourage him from action they would both later regret. Stefnir had eventually stopped, probably after a moment that felt like it dragged on for an eternity. He led Astrid along by a commanding grip on her wrist, and Hiccup was left in the shop, dragging a hand over his face with a bracing inhale.
"You alright? You look like you're going to be sick," Gobber spoke up, with only the mildest concern.
Hiccup shrugged and returned to the saddles in progress, quietly seething and channeling his frustration into the intensity with which he worked, fast and livid, carving into the rich leather with a cathartic fury. Gobber limped around, largely ignored, as Hiccup dwelled on Astrid's pain and how much he would love to use her betrothed as Toothless' target practice, only be hit with the nagging realization he no right. Stefnir, that repugnant, pompous beast of a young man had the right—he had every right.
Occasionally, Hiccup crouched down at this workbench, hands clasped and resting on the wooden surface, and he buried his face into the bend of his arm.
"My leg," he had half-lied to keep Gobber from asking too many questions; the limb was having one of its "bad" days.
His swirling inner monologue of outrage and self-admonishment carried him into the evening, until he could return home and trudge upstairs to the solitude of his bedroom. He had barely looked up when his father greeted him, replying with a halfhearted grunt of acknowledgment. He swiped a candle from the table before climbing the stairs, not energy left in him for small talk. Everything ached, especially his leg.
Toothless was excited to see him, perking up and warbling happily enough to bring a feeble smile to Hiccup's lips. He set the candle on the drawing table beside his bed, bathing the room in a dim, amber glow.
"Hey bud," he murmured, stroking the Night Fury's jaw as a scaly snout pressed into his cheek. "I missed you, too."
Toothless crooned, nuzzling him, flashing his gums. His thick, heavy tail curled in a wide, protective semicircle on the floor with Hiccup at the center. It was like a hug without real contact, and a gesture of affection unaccompanied by heartache. He had forgotten what that felt like.
"I'm sorry we didn't get to fly today," Hiccup sighed, patting Toothless. "Gobber's trying to work me to death as punishment for skipping out the forge."
He stepped over the Night Fury's tail, chuckling softly as the dragon tried to trip him with it. A couple of clumsy hops and he caught his balance, dropping onto the edge of his bed with a soft, weary exhale, trying to expel all the unpleasantness that had been stewing in his chest.
Floorboards creaked as Toothless ambled over. He lied down in front of the bed as a loyal hound might, resting his large, flat head across Hiccup's lap with a huff and the rasp of scales against leather. His weight was oppressive, but Hiccup had nothing left in him with which to protest—he did not have the will to push Toothless away. The dragon was the one relationship he had that was blissfully simple, and he cherished Toothless for it.
"I feel old, bud. Old and weathered and young and stupid, all at the same time," Hiccup droned. Toothless responded with a rumble in his throat that Hiccup felt clearer than he heard, vibrating down his legs as powerful jaws slackened atop his thighs. He put his hand on warm, smooth scales, fingertips gliding over tiny bumps and ridges he knew almost as well as his own skin. "I know you don't understand what's going on but it's nice to pretend that you do."
There was a light pressure on his back, startling at first, but as tiny claws scurried up his spine, Hiccup smirked. Large, protrubent eyes met his, a Terrible Terror perched on his shoulder—his other dragon, not quite as precious as Toothless, but still very much cared for.
"I haven't forgotten about you, Sharpshot." Hiccup scratched him beneath the chin.
But the tiny dragon did not seem interested in affection. He was chattering away, sharp nails digging into Hiccup's flesh through the fibers of his tunic. His tail writhed about excitedly, dragging through Hiccup's hair and plucking a few strands by the root.
"Ow! Sharpshot! What-?" Hiccup winced, shrugging the Terror off.
Toothless raised his head, growling at the smaller dragon, but Sharpshot merely hovered in the air ignoring both his human and the Night Fury. He flew tight circles around Hiccup's head, not nearly as small as a gnat but every bit as irritating.
"What is it?" Hiccup asked, reaching up to capture the Terror as the dragon made another pass in front of his face. He cradled Sharpshot in his arms much like one would hold a housecat, that whip of a tail coiling like a serpent around his forearm.
It was then that he heard it: the scratching on the window frame. His heart gave a nasty jolt as something small and reptilian scurried into his room. He craned his neck to get better look, but nothing moved in the shadows. It was an unnerving silence apart from Toothless's steady breathing and Sharpshot's little grunts. He waited for a darting figure or glowing eyes to peer out from shapeless darkness dancing across his walls in time with the flickering candlelight.
But there was nothing, and he held his breath.
He was not afraid. It was a dragon, he had no doubt; but whose was it and why was it in his house? There were a dozen scenarios he could think of, all of them negative since his brain seemed to enjoy wallowing in a state of perpetual glumness. Maybe the Svensons were calling him out? Maybe Astrid was writing him to tell him their love affair was off? Two possibilities equally as likely. His stomach sank with an anticipatory dread.
"Hello?" he called, hoping to stir the beast from hiding.
His bed groaned, though he had not moved, and he felt the weight of something settling into the furs beside him. He glanced down to find bulbous yellow eyes staring back at him with an uneven blink of membranous lids.
"Odin's balls!" Hiccup yelped with a start, scooting back from the intruder.
It was a Terrible Terror: blue, and as stealthy as a longship sailing on a calm sea. It had been two years since Hiccup dealt with the dragon, but he knew that face—in fact, he knew just about every dragon on Berk and to whom it belonged.
"Sneaky!"
the Terror was delight to be recognized—or perhaps it was pleased to have found the right person, having kept away from the Haddock household for so long. With a happy cry, the dragon scrambled into his lap. Between Sneaky, Sharpshot, and Toothless, Hiccup felt smothered.
"W-what are you doing here?"
The little dragon just purred, but Hiccup saw the scroll tied to a leg. His mouth went dry, knowing whose fingers had knotted that parchment in place, his mind reeling from the multitude of distressing things it might say.
He set Sharpshot aside, the Terror curling up in his blanket like he owned it, far too pampered to sleep on the floor most nights. Hiccup had been too doting, overjoyed to have another dragon in the house. He had been permissive of Sharpshot's bad habits when he had first brought him home.
It was a different story for Terrible Terror in his lap, though. Sneaky held still with remarkable obedience as Hiccup deftly freed the note from his leg—disciplined in a manner that spoke volumes of Astrid's training style. He found it in himself to smirk at the thought of her kneeling down, exasperated from hours of trying to get the naturally fidgety Terror to hold still.
His face fell as he unfurled the scroll in his hands, feeling them prickle with nerves as if the parchment was made of needles. It read:
Hiccup,
I am coming over. See you soon. Leave your window open. Do not reply.
-Astrid
Of all the things he expected Astrid's note might say, that had not been on the list.
His brow furrowed and he scanned the tidy scrawl again. Her writing was neat, though the exaggerated tilt of the runic script led him to believe it was written hastily. He blinked. He read over the words one more time, then the fog seemed to clear from his head, cut by a white-hot knife of panic.
"Baldr's ghost!" he hissed, leaping to his feet.
Sneaky growled, flapping his wings grudgingly as he was thrown from Hiccup's lap. Toothless recoiled, ear nubs alert, as Hiccup streaked past him making a beeline for the window. His heart was frenzied, watching a familiar figure slink between houses, given away only by the moonlight gleaming in her hair. She would duck into the shadows if anyone passed by, but it was late and most of Berk was either drinking itself into a stupor in the Great Hall or tucked away for the night. She went unnoticed, scaling the hill with the grace of a cat, equally as noiseless with her footfalls in the grass.
She gazed up at him and he was frozen, at a loss of what to do or say. There was some odd role reversal at play, and he tried to process the absurdity of it.
"I'm coming up!" she whispered.
"We can't be doing this. Are you crazy?" he found his voice, gripping the window sill until the edge bit into his palms, ensuring him she was not some late night hallucination. "There's the cove, or-"
But she was crazy, dragging over the ladder that often remained propped against the rear of the house: easy access for repairing damage to the roof caused by Toothless's occasional overzealousness.
"You shouldn't be doing this!" Hiccup insisted as she climbed the rungs after one last check for prying eyes.
It was effortless for her swing into his room, closing the shutters behind her. He wanted her to stay, a large part of him was thrilled to see her, but there was a whole new level of brazen stupidity in carrying on right above his father.
"Now you're having doubts?" she teased, though there was a hint of insecurity in her playful jab.
"I've had my doubts, but I'll be damned if I ever listen to them," he said.
He swept his hand down his face, feeling the full physical and emotional strain of the day. He was worn by recurring mental images of Stefnir kissing her possessively, and everything seemed to ache from the hours in the smithy.
"What are you doing here?" he asked wearily, trying not to notice her loose sleeping tunic and the way it hung on her body—he was failing. Realizing how standoffish he sounded, he amended the question. "This is too risky, Astrid. What could be worth it?"
There was something ridiculous to it all—the way she had come to his window like lovers of song and romantic prose—but it was eclipsed by how inadvisable it was to rendezvous in the village. In one of their houses, no less! All it would take was Stoick the Vast coming check on Hiccup, overhearing another voice in his bedroom—a distinctly feminine voice. It would be scandalous, even if their relationship was legitimate.
"I need to talk to you," she wrung her hands, pacing past him. "A bunch of letters exchanged by air mail wouldn't have the same effect as face-to-face." She paused, hand on the bedpost, turning to face him with her eyes wide and imploring. Toothless warbled at her and she reached out to pet him absentmindedly.
Hiccup sighed, accepting they were foolish and incautious, and deserved to be caught for their indiscretion. But even if that was to be the way of things, he could not send her away—not when she looked at him like that; not when she sought him out.
He took her hand in his and such a simple contact felt incredible after hours of longing.
"I'm listening," he told her.
Astrid opened her mouth, little hesitant squeaks spilling from her as she wrestled with her words. With an aggravated shake of her head, she said, "Look, after today—at the shop—I need to know you're not angry with me."
"Angry with you? Why would I be? Because your fiancée is complete fuc—?"
"I need to know if we're…okay?" she interrupted.
Hiccup snorted. The question was just so bizarre, given the circumstances.
"No. We're not okay. Nothing about this—what we're doing—is okay," he replied. Astrid scoffed, rolled her eyes, and he took her other hand as well. "But that hasn't really been stopping us, has it?"
Her mouth was a thin line, slanted with impatience. "Hiccup, you know what I mean."
He chuckled, a single amused hitch in his breath, though there was no real humor in it. "Yes, Astrid. We're okay. For however long we're going to do this to ourselves, we're okay. I'm beginning to think some dysfunctional part of me enjoys the pain." His tone was sarcastic. Deadpan. He met her gaze, rubbing the back of her hands with his thumbs, brushing over tiny scars from years of handling sharp weapons. He was haunted by the image of her helplessness, eyes locked on him as Stefnir had his fun. "Are you…how are you holding up?"
Astrid shoulders fell, fatigue etched in all the grooves of her face, cast into stark relief in the low candlelight.
"Barely," she answered, weak and defeated. "You don't know what it's like, Hiccup, to have pretend like you're enjoying a kiss or a touch when your skin is actually crawling."
He wanted to fix it—no, he was compelled to fix it.
She withdrew her hands from him, wrapping her arms around herself to ward of the awful memory. Hiccup gripped her shoulders, small and warm and vulnerable without her cold pauldrons. There was so much about her that was diminishing, burning out like a flame without kindle. He was trying to nurture the fire she had left, keeping close to its warmth while there was any left to enjoy.
"No. I don't know—but I imagine I will soon enough," he replied, and her puzzled expression drew the bitter truth from him. "I'm going to Helgafell after your wedding and I'll be coming back engaged." Astrid's eyes widened predictably and he chased it with, "Political marriage, of course."
Her eyes flickered down to settle, unfocused, on the V of his tunic. "Of course," she muttered.
He could only kiss her forehead in empty reassurance because it was not alright; it was not going to be alright. Her arms came around him slowly in a dispirited embrace. They held each other and it was like Hiccup's own impending betrothal was the final straw, tipping the scales. There had been something deceptively open-ended in their relationship before his resignation to marriage as well.
The silence between them was far from comfortable. In two nights they had built themselves back up just in time to crumble again. Nothing was more directly opposed to their delusional romance than reality, so loud and intrusive.
Downstairs, his father coughed and Hiccup could hear his footsteps much closer than they were, amplified by his nerves. He released Astrid immediately, stepping back, as the blood rushed in his ears.
"You should go," he said urgently. She bit her lip and advanced, and he protested, "I'm serious! If my dad finds out you're here—!"
But she wanted him, and he was powerless to resist her, so she grabbed his tunic and pulled him in for a kiss. His brain struggled but his body relaxed, and he listened desperately for the creak of stairs that never came. They were safe, as long as his father was oblivious. It was moronic to push their luck, and so Hiccup thought himself the most incorrigible moron of them all when he pulled her closer.
One hand slid to the nape of her neck while the other dropped to the small of her back. Every physical part of him was mutinous against reason; and it was far easier and more satisfying in the short-term to give in to the heat stirring in the pit of his stomach.
It was not that he did not want Astrid—nothing could be further from the truth—but they were being more reckless than ever, flirting with a new level of impropriety. They needed to be away from Berk, away from his father, away from their mutual guilt that hung like a fog over the village as long as they were in it together.
Then Astrid was pressing into him, no binding undergarment beneath her thin clothing. He could feel the warmth of her skin and the peaks of her breasts—and whatever traces responsibility he had shattered in an instant. He had his limits and Astrid routinely blew past all of them.
With a hum, his lips melded against hers and Astrid released his tunic in favor of raking her fingernails through his hair. The gesture brought goosebumps to his skin. He shuddered feeling the rising desire and that tiny voice that always tried in vain to remind him how idiotic and selfish he was being—but Astrid's mouth tasted like ale. It was enticing on her lips; delectable, and far more intoxicating than the ale itself.
"You've been drinking," he muttered, though she was lucid enough. Articulate enough. She did not reek of alcohol.
"Wouldn't you?" She breathed into the infinitesimal space between their lips, defensive. "To be numb for a while and forget?
But perhaps there was another reason behind Astrid's drinking with the way she plucked at his collar lacings like she was plucking at strings their mutual yearning.
"There's…something else," she admitted in a small voice, and Hiccup latched on to her suggestive undertone.
She glanced down his body, and he gazed up at the ceiling as something dangerous welled inside of him. He scrunched his eyes closed, breathing through flaring nostrils as her fingers traced over his belt buckle. The buzz of lust around them was more potent than on Dragon Island, more deliberate—and he was not surprised.
"Hiccup…I have no right to ask you…"
But she was going to ask anyway, and he was pathetic to even consider it.
"Don't," he replied, grasping her wrists to still her hands from undressing him before all protests dissolved in his mind—because he could have, without hesitation—but that was not the way it should happen. Not for her. Not a for a first time.
"It can't be him, though," Astrid whimpered and her desperation pierced him like a blade to the heart. She was not the type to show fear. To break. He could not understand that trepidation of a wedding night as she did, but he felt it in her voice, saw it in her eyes, hurt by the way she tensed at the thought of sex. With her husband. It was backwards. She fumbled her words, "I just…I can't…It shouldn't be this big of a deal, right? So why am I—?"
But it was a big deal. To her, obviously. To Hiccup, too. Maybe not to Stefnir, though, who would undoubtedly see it as some great victory, arrogant braggart as he was. It sickened Hiccup to imagine it, Astrid's nerves and the way Stefnir would handle her, drunk off his matrimonial wine. They both saw it play out in their minds—Astrid and Stefnir—and they both tightened their hold on one another. The line was there, laid down in front of them, and everything was still excusable, permissible as long as it was not crossed.
Though it became ever clearer that it was a line meant to be crossed.
"It can't be him, Hiccup," Astrid repeated, the use of his name a plea that tugged as his heartstrings with unnecessary vigor.
She was gazing up at him intently, eyes bright with resolve. Hiccup was weak against it. She was there—the real Astrid, shining through the defeat—and he had never been able to resist that vivacity. And suddenly, he had no inhibitions. Suddenly, giving in to whatever she wanted, being the lover Stefnir could not be, was all that mattered.
He pulled her closer. "Don't put me in the position where I'm just readying you for him."
Pointless to say for what else could he expect, really?
Was she to be bedded on her wedding night only to come back to him afterward?
No. She was using him, and he was using her, as remedies for their loneliness, with all the best intentions that would ultimately count for nothing in a few days' time.
"I shouldn't ask you because it's horribly unfair, isn't it?" Astrid did not sound the least bit hesitant as she undid his belt with an ease that made his blood run hot.
She had made up her mind, and so she had made up his mind too; and Hiccup could no longer bother with what was right and fair. He would worry about hating himself later.
"No," he answered, wits dulled by the feeling of her curves in his hands as he kneaded her gently through her tunic. "I mean, yes, it is unfair…But don't ask me, because I'm not going to say no," he corrected. He smirked, holding fast to the threads of the tragic humor. "That would be the sensible thing, but we both know that's not a strength of mine."
Astrid laughed faintly, and it was a genuine and gorgeous sound. "Me neither, apparently." They shared a smile and that damning comfort was all too palpable, making a love affair far easier than it should ever be. "I'm sorry." She dropped his belt to the floor and it hit with an unapologetic clang.
Hiccup bristled, but there was no resulting inquiry from downstairs.
He did not know what possessed him, be it a raging jealousy or some innate masculine instinct to take back what was "his". With an anxious hand, he mapped her body over her clothes, and a part of him was swirling with joy, already feeling too much of her through layers of thin fabric. It was a long-time fantasy to have her to himself; but holding her, facing the enormity of their decision, stripped all juvenile glee from the moment.
"At least…at least he won't have this," he said, and Astrid let out a shaky breath before wrapping herself around him.
Toothless snorted irritably as they bumped into the bed, connected at the mouth, nearly tripping over the dragon's head where he had been resting, bored with the poignant exchange he did not understand. They fell back, Astrid sprawled on top of Hiccup, sending their Terrible Terrors scurrying away, disgruntled. Toothless retreated to his own bed of stone.
Their kisses were hot, open-mouthed gasps, hands exploring each other with tremulous delight. Hiccup's heart was racing in his chest, mirrored by Astrid's, which he could feel against his arm as he reached up to undo her braid. Soft, gilded strands tumbled loose, and he combed his fingers through them. The aroma of scented oils overpowered him with an alluring, heady rush. He never wanted to forget the way she smelled. He wanted it seared into his brain forever, to be recalled later when he wistfully stroked the hair of his future bride.
In his dreams, Astrid always wanted him just as ardently as he wanted her—but a midnight fabrication could no longer compare to the reality of her hungry touch, sliding under his clothes, leaving scorched trails of fervent need in their wake. He moaned softly, stomach clenching as her fingernails teased newly erogenous zones.
Tongues, lips, and clumsy teeth came crashing together again and again, not as hurried as on Dragon Island; though they might have been better off to succumb to a similarly raw, frantic passion as they had felt then. There would be no room for distracting thoughts trying to edge their way through the desire and give them pause. They kissed each other slow and savoring anyway, appreciating the way their lips fit together and tongues danced. A relaxed enough pace that Hiccup felt the occasional twinge of regret and better judgment, beseeching him to find his common sense because they were only making matters worse for themselves.
True, they loved each other. They craved each other—and they were only going to end up hurting each other. Hiccup knew it. He was certain Astrid knew it, too. Neither one of them was able to wiggle out of their marriages as their responsibilities crushed all happiness in their lives. But that knowledge was not enough to make them stop, to diffuse the lust further consuming them with every article of clothing they shed.
It was all a blur. A flurry of gentle caresses, breathy moans, and "Is this okay?" They reassured and encouraged each other through the insecurities. Bare skin against bare skin raised the temperature in the room like they were two beings born of fire. In the candlelight, Astrid was soft, all gentle curves and edges—but what Hiccup wanted to do was restrained by inexperience. He wanted to put his mouth all over her, kiss and taste her everywhere. Under his fingertips, she was solid: toned, lithe muscle, rubbing against him with a dizzying friction. It was all new, exhilarating, yet oddly familiar. Their affections felt natural, as if they had always done it, like making love was a nightly thing. Oh, how he wished with everything he had that it could be a nightly thing.
But it never would be.
So, he knotted his hand in her hair carefully, adoring the texture of it as it slipped between his fingers. He propped himself upon his elbow, nibbling along her neck, making her gasp, and getting high of her reactions to him. Every whimper, every startled, pleasured jerk from her was an affirmation of his skill. He wanted her to react to him, to forget about Stefnir, erasing the other man with a sweep of his tongue over her thrumming carotid. His name was intoxicating on her lips, and she hissed it into the stifling air, made thick and oppressive by the heat of their ministrations.
It should not have been so easy—felt so right. Her naked body should have turned his face red, paralyzed him, or made him shrink back and stutter when she rolled them over so he lie on top of her. But he only gazed at her with reverence, finding her every bit as flawless as he had always believed she would be. Her pale skin was lovely against the dark furs beneath them, and she was comfortable in his bed. It was offensive to whatever moral constructs dictated the wrongness of their actions.
He had thought, maybe, the one hitch in their plans would be removing his prosthetic along with his pants. Astrid saw his amputation in all its scarred glory for the first time—but she did not balk. There was no disgust on her face. The last potential thing that might hinder them was inconsequential to her. She fondled the stump with a tenderness his could sense, but not feel. Sensation was nearly dead in the tissue that remained, but Astrid moved her hand over it like his nerves were all intact. She was thoughtful as she gazed at his mangled leg—but she handled it with adoration. It was an intimate touch, erotic like nothing he had previously experienced. A surge of ecstasy coursed through him as she kneaded the limb, massaging out the sharp ache that had been plaguing him all day.
She whispered promises that she needed him, and that it was alright as he lowered himself down on her, settling between her legs. A younger version of himself would have never believed it could happen. She pleaded for him not to stop as he pushed forward with excruciating patience and care until she was entirely his and he was entirely hers.
Arms wrapped tightly around one another, and Hiccup found his balance, albeit a bit lopsided. He moved and they breathed together, their hearts beating in tandem. She buried her face in his shoulder, and he buried his face in her hair. They were one and separate all at the same time; and Hiccup could not think anymore because the only thing real was Astrid wrapped around him, and around him—hotter and slicker than he ever could have fantasized. Her quiet moans against his skin, the flashes of golden light reflecting off the sweat on their bodies, was perfect like it should not be.
Worries and scruples faded into the shadows of the room. Affairs were not supposed to be so incredible. So effortless. First times were supposed to be awkward, fumbling, and embarrassing—but none of those words fit what they had become. Perhaps their lovemaking was how it was supposed to be? No pressure or expectations; just equal need and readiness for each other.
It was an eternity and brief all at once, seeming to last a blissful forever before ending abruptly in with a blinding light that rendered Hiccup an incoherent mass of muffled cries and uncontrollable spasms. Astrid clung to him, rasping things in his ear that might have made the thrust of his hips more aggressive, had he the clarity of mind to register them: things along the line of "yes" and "so good". It was indescribable. Incomparable. Far better than any sensation he had ever or might ever feel.
And he was dazed, every last bit of energy spilled into Astrid, and she was stroking him, his shoulders and his back, patterns drawn languidly over flushed and freckled skin. As the world materialized around them, and he could hear the snores of his dragon over his own ragged breathing, the obscuring cloud of desire lifted, and every fiber in him stiffened as the full realization of what they had just done hit him like a fist to the gut. In hindsight, in the aftermath, he could see the entirety of his mistake. Their mistake. Their beautiful, mind-blowing, would-do-it-over-again mistake.
Irreversible. A hasty decision from whence there was no coming back. Physical satisfaction could not suppress the guilty twist of his gut. He pushed up on his hands, slowly meeting Astrid's gaze. In her eyes was something strange. Not quite contentment, not quite regret.
"Hiccup," she sighed, her palm warm and soothing against his cheek. He leaned into it.
It was the single, most extraordinary moment in his entire life. Better than flying. But the unintended consequences began to take shape in the silence between them. In the morning, she would be back with Stefnir. In the morning, the pang in his chest would be deeper, more agonizing at the sight of them together. The jealous monster in his chest would roar louder and fight harder to see Stefnir torn from Astrid. Regardless of the unavailing victory he had just won in the confines of bed, Stefnir still had a legal claim to her. One that predated Hiccup's feelings for her. In the end, Stefnir still won. Astrid might find comfort in the memory of their entwined bodies, but it would also be another wound to suffer when they could no longer indulge those urges.
A painful fact echoed in Hiccup's mind, taunting him: they were only going to hurt each other. They had already started. Whenever Astrid was with Stefnir and Hiccup was with his future wife, they would remember each other, what they had done; and it was torment that was worse than ignorance, in retrospect. All because they were upset. All because they had the impulsiveness of children, wanting what they wanted when they wanted it.
He withdrew from her, saying nothing. She sat up, covering her breasts with her arms as if modesty was suddenly a virtue again.
"I should…I should go," she murmured, sliding out of the bed to collect her clothes. Sneaky perked up at the movement, hovering over to the bed to watch her curiously.
"Yeah, that—I think that would be best," Hiccup replied, handing her the evening tunic hanging off his bedpost. Their fingers brushed when she took it from him, and it was completely and utterly absurd that he still felt his heart skip over a contact so harmless.
Astrid dressed quickly, and he tried to not take it as a personal insult.
"I'm sorry about this, Hiccup…but I'm also glad, and…"
"You love me, right?" he interrupted, as if hearing her say the words would somehow justify their actions.
"That's why I came," she answered exasperated, bending down to capture his lips in a sweet, innocent kiss.
It was all so wrong— and he kissed her back anyway.
"Then it's good enough for now, I suppose." He rubbed the back of his neck, done. Spent. Wishing to fall asleep and forget the day ever happened—well, most of the day. The parts when he had any common sense and not what had just transpired.
She gave him a rueful smile. With that, she left, creeping gracefully out of the window with Sneaky on her shoulder. Hiccup fell back against the bed, hands over his face, cursing himself. The scent of her hair lingered on his pillow, mixing with hints of sweat and sex and all of his regret.
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rules: post the first lines of your 10 most recently published AO3 stories (amending to add: or podfics). if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.
Doing this made me realize i haven't uploaded any fics since 2019. OTL
1. Lion Passant, FMA
It’s not like Ed thinks they’ve lived in Resembool forever. Mom’s pictures and stories say otherwise, and he sort of remembers living out east, the way you do when you reconstruct a childhood based on stories and photographs. They moved back to Mom’s home town after she got sick—brain sick, not body sick, that happened later—but the bastard stayed behind to work.
2. Dreaming Like Silver, Girl Genius
People don’t like twins. Children should come into the world blank and empty. Their first marks should come from laying across their mother’s breast, and curling a tiny hand around their father’s pinky. There are many reasons given for why: they must let go of their past life, they must devote themselves to their parents above all else, they must possess a new soul. But all agree; twins are unnatural.
3. Faster Than a Final Breath, Girl Genius
Kay’s first date happened a little something like this: he was in Vienna for a day trip, tracking down a particularly troublesome spark who’d made an insultingly awful critique of his thesis paper, when his cab swayed slightly and a woman hurled herself through the window and straight into his lap.
4. A Spoonful of Diamonds, TT/YJ
Raven gripped her rescuer’s arm like a lifeline the whole minute and a half it took to walk to the kitchen, listening desperately to make sure Malchior hadn’t decided to follow them after all. The chef pushed the door open, sending about half the kitchen staff tumbling to the floor as he led Raven in before him. The door swung shut and she finally managed to breathe. One of the waitresses led her over to a little alcove full of serving trays as the staff grilled the chef that had helped her. As soon as her heart slowed to the same pace as her thoughts, she whipped her phone out of her purse and opened her friends’ group chat.
5. Drop a Lifelong Curse On Your Own Last Name, Girl Genius
The average age for soulmate appearances was twelve. The day of Tarvek's birthday, Violetta had tried to stay awake with him, but she ended up falling asleep on his bed while he stared at his wrists, as if his name would appear at the stroke of midnight. It hadn't. He had started wearing cuffs the next day anyway.
6. The Heavy Gait of Night
It was three o’clock in the morning and Agatha was supposed to be in bed. For the first time in a long, long time, the knowe was bright and loud and full of people. Agatha knelt on the tiny lip above the ballroom peeking down at the whirlpool of colors below. No one was likely to look for her up here. The servant’s passage that led here was rarely used, and she was fairly certain that the knowe would hide the entrance for her, since she’d asked it nicely.
7. Lights Out In Babylon, Borderlands 2
When Maya was a child, the monks of the Order told her that her siren powers were a divine gift. They said that their god had created the sirens as his handmaidens, and when he came to bury humanity in endless rains, the sirens would stand by his side and call down the lightning.
8. Paint My Spirit Gold, Girl Genius
Agatha’s oldest soul marks are two patches of bronze underneath her armpits, like someone had scooped her up from behind. Uncle Barry had done so often, before he disappeared and left her with the Clays. In the years afterwards, it always made her smile when she saw them, remembering how he’d throw her up into the air. She didn't remember exactly when or how she’d gotten them, but now she thinks of Lady Vrin’s story—of the Holy Child who was stolen—and wonders.
9. And With the Sea I Did Abide, Naruto
Long ago in the Land of Whirlpools, there lived a princess with long, red hair that trailed behind her like a samurai’s banner. She was said to be the most beautiful woman in the world, and many warriors and princes traveled to ask for her hand in marriage. They quickly learned that though the princess was very beautiful, she was also very proud, and very strong. Those who were not chased away by her sharp tongue were thrown out with her powerful fists.
10. One Beating Heart, Girl Genius
In your father’s house, you meet a boy who loves fairy tales, and one in particular. He tells you often the tale of a girl-spark who leaves home to rescue her closest friend, who was stolen away mid-breakthrough. He leans forward, enraptured by his own tale, and says: she searches for a boy who no longer exists.
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PMMM: Rebellion GRrgrgRGR
I’ll mostly be talking about visuals and soundtrack and sort of... juggle the actual Topics of the movie because I have friends that follow me that haven’t watch it yet and thus I do not want to spoil uhhh... [gestures] all of that! but I am just in a rambly mood and if I don’t talk I’ll die!
I’ve been interested in a LOT of media over the course of my life, Pokemon, Earthbound, Splatoon, just to name a few!! But my GOD Madoka Magica is the one piece of media that has had a CHOKE HOLD on me since day 1, and specifically Rebellion has me in a grip of which will most likely never be released (it’s been... Years like. 5-6 years and I still love this stupid movie so much???)
Now, I’ll acknowledge that Rebellion is the most controversial out of all Madoka media that I’m aware of. (except for... Maybe Magia Record? If I’m honest I don’t interact with the fandom all that much so I’m not too sure about the current opinions on Magia Record) I know for a lot of people the ending especially urks them and that is a 100% fine opinion to have! If you’re one of the people that thinks that way trust me I understand it!! In fact I’d love to engage and talk more to know your honest opinions good and bad I LOVE talking about this series!
But, for a moment let me indulge myself, this is the ONLY piece of media that makes me this happy, whenever I pop it on either for background noise or to just sit down and watch, as I’m doing right now, the moment I start hearing that first monologue my heart swells and my throat tightens up and I’m just in awe for the entire duration, the visuals are everything I’ve ever loved about the original series multiplied by like. a hundred, the soundtrack is full of bangers (One For All, Holly Quintet, We’re Here For You, Absolute Configuration, just to name a few!) the voice acting JP dub OR English dub is great, the characterisation (in my opinion!) just makes me? happy? It’s nice seeing the girls interact with friendly banter and such and my god the sheer amount of symbolism both obvious and subtle is fantastic to itch my little brain worms, the amount of times I’ve rewatched this movie is probably uncountable at this point and yet I STILL notice new stuff and I STILL love picking it apart piece by piece!! I adore the more tender moments between the cast, I love the vulnerability (I’m going to eat The Flower Scene[tm] in my JAWS)
What I’m trying to say is I ADORE this film and I really hope that the 4th movie can live up to what we’ve been hoping for, if nothing else I hope it gives the people that were disappointed in Rebellion a breath of fresh air! Those are my thoughts very very condensed without spoiling anything and without diving into anything that I REALLY wanna dive into later, to summarise no matter what Rebellion will always hold a special place in my heart both for it’s actual meaning and for what it’s done for me as a person :D
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Hey! So I would like to request Sasuke x reader college au where they are both tsundere and Sasuke is a stoic and not out of character and like they argue because Sasuke is a jealous and possessive boyfie and like they are shouting with reader, there is surely a thrown vase it’s night and they just returned from a night out with their friends because sasuke was so jealous when that guy bought you a drink so he drag you to his apartment and while they were arguing Sasuke pushed you in the wall with his arms over so you couldn’t escape and he started fucking hard,roough and fast kissing you and gripping your chin roughly.(basically an angst but smut)😩
characters: College AU! Sasuke Uchiha x fem!reader;
warnings: all characters are 21+; some fluff; angst; smut; aggressiveness; vaginal sex; edging; unprotected sex; rough sex
notes: College AU! NSFW - Minors DNI; I have no idea what I wrote tbh - not proof-read - i was late enough with this ask 😣; hope I met the requirements - at least a bit 😳
word count: 5.695 - I cannot write short to save my life - i'm sorry 😅 i have a big brain filled with too much information
Eyes darting back and forth, nose scrunched up in complete and undeniable displeasure, you watched from a safe distance how the girl with which you used to have your diapers changed at the same time, chew on the same toy when babies, braid each other's hair when in school, exchange diaries in high school and complete applications for the same colleges, wrapped around the man that used to be your boyfriend since high school, a time when you thought that he was IT. Headphones blasting upbeat music to cancel the vomit pooling into your throat, remembering how innocent, naive and blind you used to be. The scene unfolding before you being the picture perfect of how and why you have become the person that finds it hard to trust anyone, to show any kind of genuine emotion and wipe away the generic word of 'love' out of your vocabulary as it did not meant anything anymore.
One of your headphones was plucked out of the ear, an arm landing around your shoulders.
"If eyes could kill, they'd be ashes." Ino, your best friend, chuckled stealing a potato chip from the small bag laying on the wooden table.
"A girl can dream." you replied with a smirk turning to her.
Ino Iamanka, the girl that shoved herself into your life the moment you stepped through the doors of the dorm, both sharing the same room for the past three years. Despite the fact that you were unable to trust anyone, she truly worked for it without even asking where it all came from, your story reaching her ears quite late into the friendship. It was the moment when you had stamped Ino with the best friend label. At the same time, she labeled herself as being your ride or die. That she was.
"It's been a year." Ino chewed raising an eyebrow at you. "You should be over it by now. Boyfriend and all .."
"I am over it." you rolled your eyes turning away from the couple that taunted you with their obnoxious presence. "That does not mean I have to like it. Naruto and Hinata can go fuck themselves for all I care."
"By the looks of it they do." Ino laughed and you followed.
"Also .." you said stretching out your arms, back cracking slightly from the hunched position you always adopted over the books or laptop. " .. he is not my boyfriend."
"Wait. Wait." Ino snorted shaking her head. "Say what now?"
"Ino .." you sighed deeply standing up to walk towards the next and final class of the day. "We never talked about it and I don't really want to have that conversation, to be honest."
"You've been only with him in the past 6 months, he sleeps over at least three times a week, you go out just the two of you and spend copious amounts of time together." Ino countered dusting off crumbs off your hoodie. "He keeps every single girl at arm's length, doesn't flirt with anyone, leaves when his friends bring over girls and .. he got you that gorgeous necklace!"
"Your point?" you asked shoving a heavy book into the bag.
"When the most popular guy in this college leaves earlier from all the parties because things are getting heavier and then shows up to your door .." Ino said with an amused expression. " .. I think he might believe he got himself a girlfriend."
"Can you stop?" you snapped slightly turning to her. "The necklace was for my birthday and it doesn't mean anything. I am sure he did it before for others."
"He didn't." Ino laughed noticing how your expression went from defensive to mortified-surprised. "Not a single time."
"That's what you know." you rolled your eyes. "What him and I are doing is keeping each other company and have loads of sex to relieve the tension. Stop acting as if this means anything."
"Y/N .." Ino shook her head. "She might be our friend but .. if EVEN Sakura Haruno stopped trying to get him, the most popular girl here that always gets what she wants .. it means something."
"INO!" you slammed your foot against the floor as a couple of students turned stunned. "That's enough. Sasuke Uchiha would never secure himself with someone like me. This is just a break in his pussy spree. Or have you forgotten the type he usually gets?"
"Man .." Ino whispered looking at you with a sympathetic smile and swallowing quite hard. "Naruto and Hinata fucked you up good."
Not replying, you shook your head and turned around to head towards class where you sat comfortably in the back of the amphitheater with a bit of a heavy heart. Somewhere, deep down where the pain inflicted by Hinata and Naruto could not reach, you knew that Ino was right about everything. What started as a simple fuck decided over bottles of beer and conversations about what or who fucked you both up so good, turned to be a relationship about which neither you or Sasuke wanted to discuss. He was as closed off, as defensive and as unbothered as you were. What gave it all away was felt through every single touch he inflicted upon your skin, through every kiss his lips placed on your body and through the way he always looked at you. It gave you a sense of security, one that was being denied every single day for the past few months. Despite all of that, Sasuke was also keeping you at an arm's length when needed, the same way you were doing it. You two were capable of completing each other in a way the others could not understand. Nevertheless, you were not ready to wear your heart on your sleeve and let him in completely, your entire dynamic baffling everyone. And that was alright. You knew very well what you felt for him and it was enough for now.
"Oi, Y/N!" Shikamaru Nara, your other half and the keeper of gossip and secrets in this college, called as you left the class. "Hol' up!"
"What can I do for you today?" you asked wrapping your arm around his, walking towards the exit of the building. "I have nothing to spill, unfortunately."
"I do." Shikamaru shrugged. "You have classes with Hatake, right?"
"Mhm." you nodded. "One of my favorite classes."
"I bet." he grinned to which you rolled your eyes. "Well .. Kiba with Sasuke caught a glimpse of him and Mitarashi in the third floor bathroom."
"Oh, God!" you laughed. "Everyone is going there for a quickie because it's the one that is not working. But .. they sealed the door about a month ago."
"Sasuke somehow managed to fix it." Shikamaru grinned.
"Of course." you sighed. "Where else could him and Kiba smoke weed?"
"See? You're smart." he replied pinching your cheek to which you slapped him playfully on the shoulder. "We're going out tonight."
"We are?" you raised an eyebrow.
"Yes?!" Shikamaru asked confused lighting up a cigarette as you both waited for your friends. "Didn't Sasuke tell you?"
"Do we actually look as if we're together 24/7?" you followed crossing your arms against the chest. "Last time I checked I had my own life."
"Isn't he like .. your boyfriend?" Shikamaru frowned.
"HE IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND!" you snapped with gritted teeth and bright, burning red cheeks. "STOP IT!"
"That so?" Sasuke's deep, cold voice came from behind and your heart started slamming against your chest at a dizzying pace. "Good to know."
Once said, there was no going back. You turned around, Shikamaru sporting a shit eating grin while you held that feisty eyebrow raised, trembling slightly from the force you were exerting on it. Ino, Sakura and Kiba stood there unable to pick their jaws from the ground, Sasuke's expression nowhere to be found: still and cold as ice. His dark gaze pierced yours, a shiver running down your spine.
"OH, FUCK IT!" you threw your arms in the air.
Huffing and puffing, you left them all behind completely taken back with the entire scene, aiming for the dorm in which you planned to live for the rest of your life and never come out of it.
"8 PM!" Shikamaru yelled and you flipped him to which he laughed.
✹✹
While roaming around the room to get ready for tonight, your stomach felt heavy and empty, heart unable to calm itself down, heartbeats booming into your ears since the moment you last saw Sasuke. Constantly on edge, you even snapped at Ino when trying to bring up the subject. It wasn't hard to realize that, after today, the entire thing blew up in your face completely. Admitting out loud that you were not together made you feel nauseated, broken, knowing that Sasuke could choose someone else entirely and return to the life he used to entertain before. Maybe it was for the best. He could have been the next potential heartbreak and you were not going to stand by waiting for him to go behind your back with someone else. The exact same way Hinata and Naruto did with you.
Walking in silence with Ino towards the bar where you would meet the rest, you could not help thinking about the countless times you and Sasuke slept together, being the best, mind-blowing sex you ever had in your life. Since the first time, he knew exactly what you wanted, what you liked as if he has known you his entire life. Sasuke has always known how to bring feelings out of you with a single touch, steps getting heavier against the concrete as you thought about how tomorrow you would be without him.
"What the fuck!?" Ino barked as you bumped into her when entering the bar.
"What?" you asked confused.
Stepping from behind her, you heart jumped into your throat, anger bubbling slowly towards the surface as Sasuke was clinking glasses with Naruto, both laughing at God knows what. As if a red curtain dropped over your eyes, gaze darkening, skin burning and hands trembling, you were ready to launch and fuck this night up. Shikamaru quickly caught on it and jumped in front of you, his fingers intertwining with yours while also catching Ino by the wrist. The psycho gaze you displayed had even him short of breath, Sasuke's eyes meeting your over Naruto's shoulder. There was absolutely nothing in them, complete emptiness and coldness, staring you down with such passion it diminished the fiery personality you usually had. It was a thing only he could do, dominating you with a simple gaze.
"I-It's alright." you coughed slightly offering your friends a smile. "They used to be best friends, right?"
"So what?" Ino laughed with anger. "I'm not going to accept that yellow haired idiot in this group."
"We were all friends, Ino .." you said under the effects of Sasuke's gaze.
"Alright, you two." Shikamaru sighed. "Naruto was already here, having some sort of a bad week with Hinata. They are talking not making a blood pact."
"Come on." you said smirking at Ino. "Let's have a drink and feel good."
Pulling Ino after you with Shikamaru praying the bar does not catch on fire, you walked right next to Sasuke and Naruto, signaling the bartender. It was incredibly hard to not clench your jaw to the point of breaking and smash the empty beer bottle on the bar against Naruto's head.
"Y/N!" Naruto cheered as his gaze was piercing your cheek. "How are you?"
"Much better .." you replied facing him with a fake smile. " .. if you would stop breathing my air."
"Oh." Naruto chuckled pulling back a bit. "You used to not be so bitter."
"You used to not be an idiot." you shrugged. "We cannot always have what we wish for."
"Come on, Y/N!" Naruto groaned and you raised an eyebrow. "It's been a year!"
"Since when?" you asked mocking him slightly.
"Since we broke up." he replied shaking his head. "I thought you'd be over by now."
"Oh, that!" you laughed. "Sorry, I forgot. I was busy fucking your ex-best friend for the past six months."
Shikamaru instantly chocked on his beer while Kiba, barely arriving, stumbled on a chair hearing your words and crashed into Ino almost knocking her over. Naruto stood there with wide eyes, you offering him such an arrogant, provocative smile that had Sasuke chuckle lightly.
"Well .. I was." you said patting his shoulder before pushing yourself away from the bar, drink in hand, a sense of satisfaction washing over you.
With the night progressing, music blasting, drinks after drinks coming to you and all of your friends, you tried as much as possible to not focus on Sasuke. There was not a single word exchanged between the two of you, fact that was slowly tattooing on your heart, a fact that would become normality from now on. Your night peaked when Sakura showed up, the girl always knowing how to put the boys in place, Kiba constantly hiding behind Naruto to dodge the slaps she was aiming at him. He was capable of pissing her off more than Naruto, if that was even possible. Through drinks and dancing, you felt dizzy all of sudden, unable to keep your heart and mind off of Sasuke that was ignoring you with an unshaken perfection. The man was capable of twisting and holding your soul in his grasp without doing anything.
"I'll head over to get another one." you said to the girls while pointing at the empty glass. "Do you need one?"
"Nah!" Sakura said throwing her arms around Ino. "We're good."
"Y-yeah." Ino blushed slightly which had you laugh.
Passing right in between Shikamaru and Sasuke, his scent pinching your nostrils mercilessly, mind flooding with memories of your head on his chest, the scent of his skin engulfing you. As the bartender said it will take a minute, you sat down on one of the stools, chin in your palm, waiting while tracing circles with your fingers on the lacquered wood of the bar. You were so caught in your own thoughts that you did not even noticed someone sitting next to you.
"Hi." the voice said, sounding quiet, yet sweet.
Your gaze moved from the circle tracing towards your right where a pair of bright green eyes had you swallowing hard. The man had a small smile draped over his pale lips, auburn hair and an overall peaceful appearance.
"Hi." you replied eyeing him with curiosity.
"Sorry." he chuckled, the sound having you smile unwillingly. "That is all I could come up with."
"Points for trying." you replied with a shrug.
"Gaara." he said offering out his hand. "You look like you could use a drink."
"Y/N." you replied shaking it. "Ah! The sentence that represents my life perfectly."
"Yours too?" Gaara laughed and you followed. "You have a beautiful laugh."
"Oh, come on!" you raised an eyebrow. "It won't work on me."
"I figured." Gaara nodded slowly as the bartender brought your drinks.
"What the fuck?" Kiba asked, his eyes narrowing on you and Gaara as he almost spilled his drink on the pool table.
Sasuke turned to watch you laughing and clinking glasses with the only man that was more of a fuckboy than he was. This is how it felt losing someone because of their incapability of showing genuine emotions? It must be it otherwise Sasuke wouldn't feel the need to snap the cue he was holding in half and stab Gaara in the neck with it.
"Come on!" Gaara laughed. "Let me buy this one."
"Fine!" you sighed. "You're relentless."
"Are you alone tonight?" he asked with a knowing look.
"No." Sasuke replied for you and you instantly stiffened on the stool. "Gaara."
"Sasuke." Gara chuckled shaking his head. "I should've known. You have a way of snagging the good ones all the time."
Without even understanding what was happening in its entirety, you found yourself yanked off the stool, Sasuke's fingers digging into the skin of your arm, the last thing you saw properly being the wide eyes the girls had, mouths shaped in perfect 'O's while the guys stood there completely frozen in time.
"Sasuke!" you tried pulling your arm away as he dragged you in silence towards his apartment where he lived with Shikamaru, right across the street. "STOP!"
"Shut the hell up!" Sasuke snarled and you swallowed your words for a moment not seeing this part of him before. "Fucking idiot."
"Who the hell are you talking to like that?" you barked back fighting his strength that seemed inhuman out of nowhere. "I'm not one of your bitches!"
"That's the thing .." Sasuke panted with anger turning the keys in their lock before throwing your right through the door. " .. YOU ARE NOT!"
"Then stop treating me as if!" you snapped back walking away from him and throwing your bag on the couch. "Speak like a normal fucking being!"
"Ahhhh!" Sasuke laughed in a way that screamed danger. "Because you always do?"
"This is not about me." you shook your head.
"Of course." Sasuke said as his hands clasped the backrest of one of the armchairs in the living room, the material almost ripping under the pressure. "It never is."
"What's that supposed to mean?" you snorted. "What the hell was the shit you pulled earlier?"
"The thought of fucking him crossed your mind, isn't that right?" Sasuke asked with a smirk and you could swear his eyes flickered with rage.
"What?" you asked almost chocking on your own saliva.
"Be honest." Sasuke shrugged. "I am not your boyfriend after all."
"Is this about .." you laughed. "Come the fuck on! Don't even try to give me that hurt attitude, it doesn't suit you."
"Do you even hear yourself sometimes?" Sasuke asked as you grabbed your bag and walked towards the door. "What the fuck we've been playing at for the past 6 months?"
The question caught you off guard and you stopped in your tracks, back turned on him as you swallowed hard. You were not going to cave, break down and show him just how much you cared for him, the amount of feelings sometimes overbearing.
"I took you to fucking dates, I bought you gifts, I went to those stupid short trips in the mountains you love so fucking much, I cooked for you." Sasuke roared into the living room as never before and you had no idea how you should react to this sudden break in his calm demeanor. "I NEVER COOKED FOR A FUCKING WOMAN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!"
"SO WHAT?" you turned red in the face. "YOU NOW DESERVE SOME KIND OF FUCKING AWARD? OH, LOOK AT ME! THE MIGHTY SASUKE UCHIHA SHOWED KINDNESS! BURN ME ON THE STAKE!"
"I SLEPT WITH YOU AND ONLY YOU, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" Sasuke yelled back red in the face as you were, eyes of such darkness it brought out yours as well.
"You don't own me." you slapped him with the words. "Last time I checked, you did not even had a single attempt of calling yourself my boyfriend. You introduce me simply as Y/N, never as your girlfriend. The fuck? You think that you cooked for me, had a couple of baths together and now I'm under your tutelage?"
Laughing hysterically, you turned around and climbed the two steps that separated the living room from the hallway, going for the door.
"Where do you think you're going?" Sasuke asked, voice trembling with anger.
"Back to my friends." you spat.
"Or going back to fuck Gaara?" Sasuke chuckled and you gritted your teeth.
"If that is what you think of me, fine." you shrugged. "I'll go fuck him."
The entire dynamic changed the moment your hand touched the doorknob, an object flying right past your head and smashing into millions of pieces against the door. Heart beating erratically, you froze in your spot, goosebumps filling your body as you gazed to see the vase his mother bought for the apartment simply because you liked it when went shopping with her one day. Yes, Mikoto absolutely adored you.
"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND!?" you snapped again turning to face him with a newfound anger only for your blood to freeze seeing him coming towards you at an alarming speed. "STOP IT RIGHT THERE!"
When he didn't react, you dodged his attempt to cage you between him and the door only to be grabbed by the hand and slammed into the wall, your back landing with a loud thud, a hiss escaping your lips. It was for the first time when you were staring Sauske down, both fighting for a dominance that weighed heavily under the pressure of the moment. You could read it as loud and clear as he could: you were two fucking idiots. Forearms pushing into the wall trapping your head in between them as your shorter frame had nowhere to go whenever he would capture you like this. His long fingers pulled at your chin roughly, shaking you head slightly, before keeping it in place so you wouldn't look away.
"Scream at me again." Sasuke growled, his lips hovering over yours with a hot breath that sent shivers down your spine.
"Let me go." you pushed just to see how far he's willing to go. "I have somewhere to be and you need a cold shower."
"Hmm." Sasuke hummed, dangerous smirk plastered across his lips.
In the blink of an eye, his hand grabbed your hair with force and pulled back your head to expose your neck, veins pumping the blood at an alarming speed. Feeling his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, you jolted up slightly, before lips could capture in between them the most visible spot a neck could have. You let out a moan the moment Sasuke marked your skin, his other hand squeezing your hip painfully. Letting your hair go, his hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing with the exact pressure needed to have you shiver and send a jolt right to your aching core. Pulling you into a kiss, as angry as he was, Sasuke's lips melted into yours, sloppily meeting your tongue, both exploring each other's mouths with fervor. You could never get enough of his lips, the softness and sweetness of the way he was capable of kissing you always made you feel alive.
"Unfortunately for you, Gaara won't fuck you tonight." Sasuke spat against your lisp with hatred as you heard the belt unbuckling. "But I will."
Before you could even react, he grabbed your body and spun you around, face landing flat against the wall, his palm pressing on your lower back for you to bend as much as you could. Out of pure instinct, your legs spread wider than usual knowing the kind of access he needed to purely ravage you. It got to the point where you knew Sasuke better than yourself and right now it was all about territory and marking. With the cold wall pressing against your cheek, a pressure building into your head as your dress went above the waist, panties ripped completely off your body in a single, swift movement. You could barely breathe properly, never in your life seeing Sasuke so riled up and aggressive. It turned you on more than you cared to admit, legs shaking lightly.
"Why are you so wet?" Sasuke chuckled slapping roughly your exposed pussy, your wetness filling up his palm, droplets falling on the floor. "You wanted to fuck Gaara, not me."
"N-no .." you tried to say but he pulled your head and pushed it back into the wall.
"Shut the fuck up." Sasuke growled, his anger vibrating throughout your entire body. "I think you need to be reminded who do you truly belong to."
Another two slaps landed on your pussy, the action wetting you even more than ever and before you could even catch a breath, hand tightly wrapped into your hair and fingers digging with a painful pleasure into the fat of your hip, with a sharp push Sasuke buried himself in you to the hilt and moaned the moment a scream filled with pain and pleasure erupted from you. He was hitting so fucking deep it was breaking your brain in half, thoughts completely lost as you sucked him in thrust after thrust after thrust, loud moans accompanying them each. Chocking on your own saliva from the pleasure, pussy clenching around him like a vice, wanting to hold him in as much as possible.
"F-fuck!" you moaned, legs parting more as you arched even more, palms pressing against the wall for leverage.
Sasuke bent over you, hand untangling from your hair and wrapping around your neck while his cock stretched you out beyond anything experienced before. Throbbing and dragging it deliciously along your gummy walls, each thrust going deeper and deeper until he kissed your cervix. A dragged out, high-pitched moan escaped your lips as your eyes rolled into the back of the head, saliva dripping down your chin onto Sasuke's hand around your neck and down on the floor.
"You're fucking mine." Sasuke growled into your ear, fingers trailing past your hip and in between your legs, pinching and twisting your clit. "Do you understand?"
"Y-yes .." you replied with erratic breathing.
Grabbing a fistful of your hair, Sasuke pulled you backwards towards him while with the other hand pressed on your hip, arching your body in a way he never dared to try before. Pleasantly surprised and completely mesmerized at how beautifully you could bend for him, he found the angle all too perfect to ruin you deeply. Doing one roll of his hips and slamming into you, your loud moans snapped against the walls, instantly creaming on his cock and he knew you were about cum, pussy clenching with each trust that had your cervix absolutely bullied by this gorgeous man. One of your hands reached in between your legs while the other wrapped around Sasuke's wrist that held on your hair. The position was one of such pleasure, fantasies coming alive right there and then, finding yourself completely lost on his hard cock, wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of your life impaled on it, eyes rolling into the back of your head.
"Don't you dare .." Sasuke breathed into your ear, biting on your earlobe. " .. cum."
"P-please .." you begged as your legs were shaking, back in a painful arch that brought you nothing but infinite pleasure. "P-please, baby .."
"Baby, hm?" he chuckled mercilessly pumping into you as if you were nothing but a simple toy he could easily toss around. "Now I'm baby."
Letting you go completely, dress falling back on your legs as his cock was gone from in between your wet folds, pussy clenching around nothing, your body started trembling from the denied orgasm. Turning around, you were unable to stand straight and let your back hit the wall as he watched with a sadistic satisfaction, your eyes glued to his throbbing shaft, tongue coming out and licking your lips.
"Please, please, baby!" you begged rubbing your thighs together, taking off the dress and the bra with the little power you had left, exposing yourself completely to him without a second thought. "I want you."
"If you touch yourself, you can go home." Sasuke snarled seeing your hand darting for the aching core, your pussy drenched in desire, leaking down your plushy thighs.
He watched with such a deep satisfaction as your body was filled with goosebumps all over, nipples hard, pussy soaked in arousal, half-lidded eyes locked on his cock. You were a fucking piece of art in his eyes.
"Say it." Sasuke smirked taking a step closer and your thighs grew their friction with whimpers escaping you. "Say it."
"I want you so fucking bad it hurts." you breathed trying to alleviate the hotness with the coldness of the wall.
"Wrong." Sasuke said taking his beautiful, veiny cock in his hand and pumping it slowly as you felt defeated.
"I'm yours." you realized. "ALL YOURS!"
"Good girl." Sasuke chuckled stopping inches away from you.
Pulling at your nipples lightly, your head fell backwards, moaning as if your life depended on it before he could grab your body and push it up the wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist, hands pulling at the shirt, buttons flying everywhere and you hungrily ripped it off his body. Sasuke knew he got you right there and then. You were completely lost in the rough pleasure he provided you with, eyes moving erratically, unable to keep focus in one spot, flushed face. Seeing his bare, perfectly toned torso pulled out another moan from you. He adored how he could break you and your steel walls built around the heart with his cock.
"Nah, nah." Sasuke pulled his head back slightly when you wanted to capture his lips in a kiss. "You don't deserve to be kissed right now. Only fucked."
A bit of disappointment flashed in your eyes that was short lived with Sasuke lowering your body on his cock in one movement, your back arching at the sensation, at the way he was capable to fill you up to the brim. Arms resting on his broad shoulders, nails digging into the skin of his back as you were bounced up and down the most delicious cock that has ever blessed your pussy.
"Fuck, you're perfect for me." Sasuke whispered watching you trying to keep the focus on his face, him completely mesmerized with the way your beautiful breasts were bouncing on the rhythm with which he fucked himself into you. "The most perfect, tight pussy wrapped around the only cock able to stretch it so good."
"Y-yes! F-fuck - y-y-yeees!" you kept moaning, words catching in your throat. "M-my p-p-perfect .. ah-ah .. b-baby!"
One of Sasuke's palm landed in between your breasts, pushing you back slightly for your back to meet the wall, before hands grabbed your hips finding the perfect angle to fuck his cock into you deeper than before. The pleasure was so intense you lost all contact with reality, finger going in between your teeth while the other wrapped around one of his wrists. The image Sasuke had before him was one he would never be able to forget, the most fucked out you have been in the past 6 months.
"God!" you let the words rupture out of you feeling how close you were to your release. "Deeper, please!"
Sasuke obeyed the woman that has twisted his mind since he properly met her, not ever being able to believe that there was someone out there for him that could have him wanting no one else but her for the rest of his life. Mercilessly thrusting into you at an angle that kissed your cervix every single time, Sasuke allowed you to rub your clit as you chased your release, a creamy ring forming around the base of his cock that had his mouth watery.
"That's it, baby." he moaned feeling your walls clenching again and again. "Let your pretty pussy cum on my cock."
With his words tangled into your ears, the coil in your belly tightening with each deep thrust Sasuke ripped into you, hand rubbing with fervor the bundle of nerves that was breaking your mind apart. You could only be grateful for the God level dick this man possessed in combination with how he played with words during sex and his capability to manhandle you so well, as you squirted all over with a high-pitched, load moan. In between his teeth, Sasuke held his lip with proudness, him slowing his pace a bit to ride out your high. Your body melted and he pulled you upwards, picking up again the pace, dragging your oversensitive pussy along his cock. Forehead resting against his, your moans kept filling the room as Sasuke chased his own release.
"Inside." you breathed against his lips as he allowed you to steal hungry kisses from him. "I want you to fill me up."
"Do you?" Sasuke asked as he always did, feeling his cock close to bursting at how your pussy kept sucking him in.
"I'm yours and yours only." you breathed unable to tear yourself away from his puffy lips. "Fill me up with your cum, baby."
"Fuck, I love you." Sasuke breathed, both not truly registering his filled with arousal words, palms squeezing tightly your ass.
Two more deep thrusts that sent shockwaves throughout your body later, Sasuke painted your walls white, the sensation and warmth of it had you biting on his lower lip to which he moaned breathlessly. Barely able to keep yourself latched around him, he kneeled on the floor, arms wrapping around your upper body, sitting cross-legged with you in his lap. Both panting, recovering from one of the most aggressive and passionate fuck you two ever had, a chuckle escaped your lips and he followed.
"You love me?" you asked pulling back slightly with the only bit of force you had left to look him in the eyes. "Don't say those were cum words."
"They were not." Sasuke replied brushing his nose against yours with a soft smile that melted all of that icy wall you built. "I do love you."
"Really?" you asked with big eyes, lower lip trembling slightly.
"Yes, idiot." he replied kissing your forehead. "I simply wanted to let you ride out your distrust in people and come to me willingly."
"I'm sorry for today." you said wrapping yourself completely around him. "I love you too and I don't want to lose you."
"Never will, baby." Sasuke said pushing himself up along with your entire body. "I am here to stay."
"Promise?" you asked as he walked with you into the bathroom, turning on the water into the bathtub.
"Promise." Sasuke replied knowing all along that she was the one for him, that he will never turn his back on her.
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Lust — Kaz Brekker
Gif by @kitsyoung
Request: “Hey. I really like your writing and I was wondering if you would consider writing a Kaz piece with the smut prompts 76, 1 & 33. Obviously with your au rules. If it’s too much I completely understand tho”
“7, 17, 36, and 73 from the smut list for Kaz Brekker please? If not, no worries! 💖 Thank you!”
“Holy shit that last kaz brekker smut- AMAZING. Was wondering if you could write another smut with smut prompt #6? Of course if this bothers you just ignore it. Thank you so much 🥰”
Smut prompts:
1. “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”
6. “Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”
7. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”
17. “after that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy”
33. “Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.”
36. "If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.“
73. “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.”
76. “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.”
Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader
Warnings: swearing, explicit smut, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, nsfw, jealous, mention of fight.
Word count: 5k
A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.
Thank you so much for the requests and for all affection 💖 I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.
English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.
Requests are open. Love you ❤️
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There is a theory that always, somewhere, there will be a person capable of making you lose your breath, and your reasoning, whenever he appears on the scene. Someone who robs you of your breath, your heartbeat, your ability to think clearly and your control to keep your hands not shaking.
And Kaz Brekker would always be that person for you.
From the first time you laid eyes on him, it's been a feeling of dying and going to heaven. Except that Heaven was, in reality, a hot, burning hell. Where your greatest punishment was being forced to watch his tall figure, who exuded masculinity by every inch, walking in front of you like a Renaissance painting very superb.
Nothing that Van Gogh, Da Vinci, and Picasso created has bordered on the personification of beauty that he was.
Kaz was beautiful in a very mysterious, dangerous and chilling way. You would describe his aura as the height of midnight in an enigmatic city, his hair the color of the core of sin and his features as lines that the god Ares would have drawn. Everything about him reeked of the fog of suspense stories, with a touch of lust.
All the looks he directed at you were caustic, flickering and intense as a candle flame, reverberating through your veins like angry eels and always make the room feeling charged with electricity, like the ground after the fall of a lightning. Everything between the two of you seemed to be filled with something fiery and arcane. From the gazes, the rubbing of shoulders, the times when the skins touched. Everything was a compilation of sensations that make you catch your breath whenever Kaz Brekker appeared.
He was your kryptonite. In all senses.
And that was exasperating in the extreme, at staggering levels. You felt your center of your sex vibrate whenever he directed you that voice whit baritone intonation and predatory looks, whenever the button-down shirts were tight enough for you to revel in the contours of his body, or sometimes when he wore the cane to signal or stopper something. This was the worst of them. His cane.
Have you lost count of how many times Kaz stopped you as counting money, by putting the tip of the cane over your hands, or stopped you from going somewhere by blocking your path with the cane, lifting the object horizontally in front of your belly. And every time you felt your legs tremble, your breath fade and a very dirty part of your brain whisper that you wanted him to use that object in you in more fun ways.
Your body was so responsive that there were times when you knew, with every fiber of your soul, that Kaz was able to read the paths in which your thoughts wandered. He lowered his gaze to you, in that breathless connection that promised to contain the most nefarious paths of sin, and maliciously curved the left corner of his lips in an arrogant, oblique expression. At such times, you could feel in your soul the words he did not say:
I know the perverted things that you are thinking.
And the truth was, he really knew. Kaz memorized every change in your breathing, every blush on your cheeks, every trembling of your hands, every your trembling look whit a frightened girl who had been caught thinking of something impure. He knew how your body was responsive, needy. And he himself had to control himself not to push you over the desk in his office and fuck you like an aggressive animal, bringing all your perverted thoughts to life.
It wasn't his physical reactions that kept him from taking action, but an even more visseral reaction than the pulsing desire he felt for you. Mine. The primal, determined, burning sensation of possession. That it ran through his veins like hot, bubbling lava. The desire was familiar, but this statement, not. Like the jealousy he felt for you, he quickly recognized the danger he was in.
If Kaz touched you…he knew he would never be able to let you go.
Mine. A statement that resonated spontaneously whenever he saw you, a testament to the reactions the two of you triggered in each other. However, not even the awareness of the dangerous game that was between you was able to dispel the climate of provocative sensuality that pulsed in the places whenever the two of you were together.
It was like playing with a powerful drug. One slip and he would be addicted forever.
On days like this, when Kaz had just come out of an exasperating meeting with Peka, a businessman and mobster who was always looking for ways to try and bring Kaz down, his already bad temper turned to terrible. He felt compelled to break something, drink a whole bottle of the best English whiskey in that club, and punch someone. Kaz felt the anger pulse through his veins, in a pure and perfect way.
He left the office, turning off his cell phone so he wouldn't be disturbed and descending the stairs to the center of his Crow Club, mind buzzing and anger seeping in his blood. He needed to unwind, maybe get into the car and head home. Maybe actually drink that whiskey bottle. Maybe both.
Kaz was about to take another step down, running a gloved hand through his hair to get it out of his eyes, when his gaze met your figure. And that was when the already terrible temper rose to the very badly.
Normally, a vision like that would have just bothered him, a compulsion to do something. But that day, Kaz was at the height of his angriest feelings. And seeing you, bold as a goddess in that little black dress, next to Jesper at the gambling table and flirting with a guy to your left, did things with every last bit of patience and self-control he had.
His eyes never left you as he took another step, running his hand through his hair again to contain the unruly strands. You were laughing, downing another drink and placing a card on the table. You turn back to the man to your left, your eyelashes fluttered gracefully in a promise to allow him to guide your rein tonight.
But there would be no goddamn rein for that fucking guy to guide.
Kaz gripped his cane tightly, descending the other short stairs and advancing toward your with dangerous, determined, and angry steps.
"...in this part of the year, criminal law cases drop a lot." The damn guy was telling you, his boring blond hair falling over his blue eyes in a way Kaz found annoying.
To fucking hell with that blond-haired Dande.
“Y/n, Jesper!” Kaz tapped the end of his cane on the table, stopping the cards under the polished wooden end.
Everyone at the table looked at him startled, their actions frozen. He saw you swallow hard, a soft tremor sigh in your shoulders.
Good!
“Shouldn't you be at the door?” Kaz turned to Jesper, his eyes sparks with annoyance.
“Right now, Boss.” He stood up, giving you a strained smile and heading towards the door.
“Kaz…” You started, voice softly intoxicated.
You knew you weren't supposed to be at the gambling table, let alone so late at night and drunk, even if Jesper was by your side. You had the ability to win every play, in any game, and that ended up not only driving the others away, but leaving the men, already drunk and irrational, aggressive and with an extremely bruised ego. And they almost always wanted to retaliate physically. As much as there were security guards and cameras everywhere to keep something bad from happening, Kaz couldn't stand the thought of someone hurting you. Not even blinking insultingly in your direction.
He sent you an icy, sharp, steady look. A clear warning for you to stop there any excuse you were about to give. To be careful with the next words you would say. You swallowed hard, looking away and getting up from the table. Slightly wobbly from the drink, you fished your coat from the chair next to you, giving a strained, apologetic smile to the guy you'd been flirting with so far.
“I better go home and call an uber and…” You started, but Kaz cut your sentence.
“I'll driver you.”
His tone exuded annoyance and impatience, giving no opening to any objections, demonstrating that he was in no mood for games. Much less defiance of his orders. You knew him too well to recognize that that night had pulled his nerves beyond what he could handle, the strain and irritation in his eyes told you something had happened beyond what you knew. His jaw, straight and strong as glass, was clenched tightly, his night-colored hair was disheveled in an overwhelmingly attractive way, and his black robes sinfully marred every line of his body.
You should have become wary of the dangerous energy that he exuded through every pore at that moment. However, to your inebriated and excited brain, Kaz Brekker has never looked so fucking hot! Your underbelly vibrated in response to the personification of sin that Kaz was, your heart racing at alarming levels as you followed him out, walking over to his car.
Like every piece of Brekker's clothing, his car was sleek black, with big black wheels, tinted glass and dark leather seats. Hades' chariot. You felt your breath catch when Kaz opened the passenger door for you, his eyes avoiding yours, his jaw still clenched and dangerous energy exhaling through every fiber of his tall, lean body.
Holy Mother of God, this man was a perdition!
Kaz contained an instinctive desire to go back inside and tell that aspiring Dande that you weren't available. Instead, he closed the door when you got in and turned around in the car, closing his own and squeezing the steering wheel harder than he would have liked.
Midnight height light streamed in through the darkened car windows and gently illuminated the curve of your cheek, highlighting your skin that Kaz might have named the color of the gods. So much attention was too seductive. Emotions and reactions still bubbled through each his vein like scandant water, mingling with months of frustrated desires and burning sexual tension.
At that moment, jealousy laced him. Mine. Amazing and at the same time propelled by dangerous strength, Kaz tried to trap that feeling back into the dungeon of his soul. He controlled his fury, yet he couldn't completely tame. Annoyance turned to anger. Starting driving the car forward, Kaz tried to think of anything but how you looked like the Goddess Aphrodite on that dark bench. Splendid as a heat ray in a winter day.
“Kaz…” You started, that gentle, repentant tone that stirred every spark in his soul.
He hated how his name on your lips sounded so sensual, so right and so delicious. He would give everything he had to hear you moan his name.
“Don't start” he warned, now not because of latent annoyance, but because he didn't know if he could stop himself if he heard your voice.
However, you didn't make things any easier for him.
"You don't have to be so angry." You go "I wasn't even using all my intellect on the game, I wasn't trying to win."
Kaz didn't even know if that was the core of the problem anymore. Was he angry that you went to a table where it was dangerous? Yes. But the waters were much deeper than that, much more dangerous. The way your smile, sweet and sensual, was directed at that guy, reeled in Kaz's mind, impregnated with the plague. He felt the blood burn in his veins just remembering how melted you looked for that man. And as much as he couldn't blame you, because you were free and single, the primal, irrational part of him screamed so much louder now.
Mine.
“This does not matter anymore.” It was the only thing he managed to say, the very sensations drowning him.
“And it wasn't even that dangerous.” But unlike him, you were obliterating the burning emotions that Kaz exuded. “There were only a few players drunker than a door, and Jesper was on my side, and also James, who was very charming and...”
Kaz almost lost direction, making the car bounce smoothly. He staked his eyes at you, puzzled and bubbling.
“James?”
“Yeah, the blond guy who…”
"I don't want to know, Y/n." He cut you off "I don't want to hear about the guys you allow to drool around you like mangy dogs."
The distilled rage was impossible to contain, and before Kaz knew it, the words were out. He turned forward again, his hands tighter on the steering wheel.
“Wait…” Your tone was slightly smug, and the way you rubbed one thigh against the other was impossible for Kaz to miss.
The grip on the steering wheel tightened.
“You are jealous?” Your intonation dropped to a low, sensual, provocative level.
Suddenly, Kaz's entire body became very aware of your body inches away. He could feel the heat that you radiated and the lyrical, sweet and sinful scent of your perfume flooded all his senses. The air grew thin, puffy and stuffy, and if it had been December cold outside, Kaz would still feel the height of summer in that car. Flashes of excitement and danger rippled through the car, and the brief silence grew even more charged with sexual tension and lustful anticipation that stirred every fiber of Kaz's being.
He made the mistake of looking at you again, and your softly mischievous smile that promised a lifetime of satisfied desires only served to incite his madness. Kaz had never understood how a man could want a woman so badly that he acted irrationally and carelessly. But now he understood. And when he realized you tried to stifle a sensual sigh from the way he was looking at you, his body won the fight against his mind and Kaz stopped abruptly the car at the red traffic light.
The sexual tension between you had become unbearable. In one moment, Kaz was fighting the series of overwhelming and disturbing emotions that dominated his entire being, and in the next moment, he had taken your mouth with his in a fiery, fierce, animal kiss. Stealing all the air from both of you, his thoughts, and his sanity.
He held your face firmly in his hands, his fingers going down to the strands of hair at the nape of your neck, turning everything into something more caustic and desperate. Yours hands went to his arms, moving up to his shoulders and cupping the sides of his neck, pulling him closer. Kaz's tongue inched into your mouth without waiting for permission, conquering and claiming every fiber of your body, of your soul, in a continued of kisses you couldn't tell where one ended and another began.
The moan of satisfaction you let out gave him a lust and desire unlike anything Brekker had ever felt. Like hot, addictive honey down in his throat. He was still gripped by jealousy, annoyance and possessiveness. With the desire for you pulsing in his body just like his heartbeat.
Kaz pulled back millimetrically, his blue eyes overshadowed by the heat of the moment, his lips red and swollen from the sinful kisses he gave you. At that moment, Kaz Brekker looked like an angry young God, and you've never felt more attracted to someone in your life than you are now.
You looked at him, panting and needy, wishing with all your might that he repeat the same actions. And you knew he realized that. Perfectly. You saw the spark of male satisfaction ignite in his eyes as he absorbed your desire. He was so close... so very close, and you couldn't stand the enormous anxiety for a caress, a kiss, anything.
His cocky smile intensified as you put more pressure in your touch his skin, your fingers trailing down his neck and back to his shoulders, silently pleading for him to do something with you. Anything he wanted.
Kaz lowered his one gloved hand to your jaw, thumb and forefinger squeezing your chin and making you look at him directly, you staring into the deep, shrewd blue of his eyes. He pulled you closer by the grip on your chin, the husky, erotic words hitting your lips like a promise of sin as he said:
“Maybe I should get you a collar so you don't forget who you belong to.”
It was impossible to control the loud, needy sigh that escaped, your center throbbing in despair and wetting the thin cloth of your panties. You wanted he to touch you more, pull your body against his until there was not a single sigh left, claim your soul and your body as his. You had parted your lips to say something, most likely a plea for him to continue, but the traffic light turned green and Kaz took his hands off you, straightening up on the bench and putting the car move.
In the absence of his warmth, his body, you felt cold, empty and frozen. As if Kaz were your sun and you were Icarus. Feeling the compulsion to need to get closer, complete its magnitude and bask in his rays. Every cell in your body begged for him, in needy and submissive requests, telling you to accept anything he told you, that he gave you, as long as it touched you.
“If I knew that to make you kiss me I would have to flirt with someone else, I would have done it a long time ago.” You teased, a satisfied, malicious smile on your lips.
Kaz looked at you in annoyance. In a clear warning that you should never more do that again.
"If you wanted me to kiss you like the brat you are, you just needed to have asked." He countered your game to the full.
"But if I want more than that?" But just as he knew how to play, so did you.
You swiped the tip of your tongue across your lips, kicking off your shoes and pulling your legs over the dashboard of the car, exposing your nearly bare thighs through the thin black fabric of your dress. Your actions instantly caught Kaz's eyes, and his grip on the steering wheel grew stronger and his breathing heavier.
The air inside the car became more ardent, burn, charged with eroticism and lust that left both of you breathless. An electrifying energy coursed through their bodies, as if they had been struck by a bolt of fire. You wanted him in a way you never thought you could want anyone.
Kaz took a deep breath, and looked at you with dangerous predator eyes as he said:
"If I have to pull over, you won't be able to walk for the next week."
The words made your body tremble. But if Kaz was trying to dissuade you, that was the last thing he should have told you. Instead of taming the fire inside you, it threw gasoline into the aggressive fire. You pressed your thighs together, your body sensitive to his words filled with burning promise.
In five minutes of insane courage, you took your feet off the dashboard, leaned toward Kaz, and brushed his neck with your lips. In slow, burning, hot kisses, you traced a path to the pulse in his neck, opening your lips slightly to brush your tongue over that pulse point.
“Please.” You beg.
Kaz's moan was low, but loud enough in your mind. You were being his undoing and you knew it. Suddenly, the car veered to the right and came to an abrupt stop. You would have lost your balance if Kaz's hands hadn't clung to your waist, pulling you in one movement to his left thigh, pressing your soaked core into the black fabric of his pants.
You gasped loudly, or he, or both. And in the next moment, his mouth was on yours again. The kiss was more aggressive, possessive, angry and ardent. Kaz kissed you as if he wanted to decree you his, proclaim his possession. You didn't see when he removed his gloves, but the touch of his skin with on your thighs was all you could think of.
“Kaz…” You moaned into his mouth, and the grip on your thighs moved up to your hip, digging his fingers into your thin dress-covered skin with such force it was sure to leave marks tomorrow. "Please."
You knew what you were begging for, but the moment Kaz forced your waist to move against his thigh, rubbing your pulsing core against his thigh, you forgot even your own name. And Kaz knew it. Then, like dominant man who wanted to see you surrendered to him that he was, his mouth went to your ear as he whispered:
"Do you want me to fuck you?" Kaz wiggled his thigh against you, making your clit roll against the soggy fabric of your panties.
You moaned loudly, your hands tightening on his shirt, your face hiding in his chest as an overwhelming, aching pleasure invaded your system. It felt good, but unbearable for being so little, churning something in your belly that made you despair for more.
"Y-yes." You whimpered, rolling your hips on his thigh.
Kaz's bare hand crept up the slit between your thighs, your dress already balled up at the top of your waist, and dipped his fingers into the juncture of your pussy and his thigh, pulling your panties to the side and making you feel the fabric of his dark pants against your wet, hot flesh. You moaned louder, your grip on his shirt tighter and your hips rocked harder for have any friction.
“Do you want me to fuck you like the little slut you are? Is that what you've wanted all this time?” His words, husky and strong, in that intense, dominant intonation, sent all your self-control to hell.
"Yes." You sobbed. “I-I need you."
But his hand in your panties went up to your chin, and he forced you to look him in the eye once more. The electric intensity of that look turned you on even more, making you gasp as his thigh still rocked against your throbbing clit.
“After that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy” It was very hard to think with all the stimuli he was giving you, but the thunderous blue eyes warned you to pay attention to his words “Do you think you deserve me to fuck you?”
His gaze invaded you so deep and so warm and intense that you wondered if he was trying to leave a burning imprint on your soul. All over your body, overwhelming desires resonated, and you gave in to the compulsion to roll his thigh further, whimpering from the pressure on your clit.
"I'm s-so sorry." You whimpered, eyes pleading with he "It won't happen again."
"Won't happen what?" He tightened his grip on your chin, not painfully, but firmly to get your attention.
"It won't happen again, Sir."
The reward for your obedience came in an aggressive, hungry kiss, his hand in your chin dropping for your hip and wiggle his thigh at your needy pussy.
"Do you want to cum?" He teased you.
"Yes, S-sir."
"The only way you're getting off is on my thigh."
Then, as if to reiterate his statement, his mouth clutte to yours once more, his thigh swayed with more vigor and his bare hands moved up to the neckline of your dress.
His warm palms and long fingers lowered the straps of your dress and released your braless breasts, your nipples hard with pleasure and your breasts swollen with arousal.
Your moan was muffled by Kaz's, and he just released your mouth to lower his lips to your left breast, capturing the innocent nipple with his mouth and rolling his tongue across your flesh. You moaned louder, your waist twisting desperately against his thigh as your hands tangled in the strands of his black hair.
Kaz delighted in every inch of you, his hands going back to your waist as his mouth attacked your other breast, leaving a trail of hot saliva on his tight, needy nipples. Brekker was consumed by a fierce hunger and need, so overpowering that he pressed his fingers to your skin as if you were his last meal. He'd wanted for so long to do all that, to dive into your body like a starving man, savoring every inch of your warm skin.
Letting out a loud, delighted moan, Kaz increased his thigh movements as he suckled on your nipple, feeling flung to hell heaven as you squealed softly and collapsed onto his thigh, smearing his black fabric with your hot cum. But Kaz couldn't care less about the fucking pants. His cock hard and rigid as a sword hilt throbbed desperately, commanding him to sink into the heat of your slippery walls.
"This is much better than I dreamin." You whimpered softly, your face still buried in his neck, your waist wiggling slyly in his thigh.
"Do you think of me when you touch yourself?" He teased you, taking his hands to your panties away from the center of your pussy and pulling them between your legs, tucking them in his pants pocket.
You nodded, your mouth dipping into his neck in broken kisses as your hands went to his pants belt, trying to get rid of any barrier between the two of you as quickly as possible.
"Please, please." You begged, flustered as Kaz stopped your hip movements with his hands "I need to feel you inside me."
Your plea was sated with an arrogant kiss as Kaz reached for his pants, pulling the fabric of the boxer together and letting pop out his dick throbbing, pulsing and his swollen head, brushing in your pussy with lazy strides.
"S-sir!" You cried, trying to earn more.
"Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you."
The strong, long arm wrapped around your waist, pressing your chest against his chest as Kaz guided his dick to the entrance to your pussy, with one hand. He play whit you, pressing his head into your entrance just enough to make you feel the pressure, recoiling when you swayed frantically for more. The painful pleasure sent tears to your eyes, and you sobbed loudly as you were just toy in his hands.
A few hot tears ran down your face as you whimpered, helpless in his arms to get what you wanted.
"You know, you look real pretty when you cry." Kaz pressed his mouth to yours.
In that second, he completely sank his dick into you, swallowing your loud scream as the thickness of it widened you and hit the bottom of the well. The grip of his arm around you tightened, and Kaz lifted you and brought you let down badly, drown his dick even more deeply inside your hot, wet, desperate walls.
"S-sir!" You moaned loudly, his mouth leaving yours, but not pulling away enough and letting you feel his hard breath hit your lips.
You followed his thrusts, bouncing your waist up and down hard and letting his dick beat frantically inside you, robbing you of your breath and your ability to think. Your moans mingled with his, the pornographic sounds of their bodies crashing together were loud and you thanked God the car windows were black and the street was deserted.
"So fucking good slut!" Kaz growled against your lips, one hand leaving your body to snake down to your throat, maintaining a firm, dominant grip.
You moaned his name and his title between loud moans and broken sobs. Yours hands closed around the shirt off his shoulders and the waist shimmied between the thrusts, making sure his dick was completely inside you.
“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat!” Kaz tightened his grip on yoir neck, watching you tilt your head back and expose your entire body to the delight of his eyes.
He growled louder, spurred on by that sinful sight, and increased the rhythm that pounded inside you, filling every inch of you and sinking down as anatomically as possible. Kaz felt possessed by a wild beast, insatiable and euphoric, and each thrust he gave you was more force he inflicted on you, marking you as his.
Kaz pulled your neck to him, pressing your mouth to his as he growled against your lips: “Mine.”
You nodded frantically, the apex bursting in a burst of pleasure as his dick came out and sank in hard, desperate, urgent strokes.
“Yours”
You promised, kissing him urgently and swallowing a low cry as his dick shuddered inside you, flooding you with the hot liquid until your walls overflowed, giving you a feeling of being incredibly full. You whimpered into his mouth, exchanging a sloppy kiss as Kaz gave you a few more thrusts, making sure his cum would fill your every inch, not letting you dare waste a drop.
“Mine” he repeated through the kiss.
so, the weather??? HAHAHA, anyway friends, i hope you enjoyed. Don’t forget consult the rules if you want to request for some Kaz smut. Love u. O
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Summary: You grew up with Dream and Drista your whole life, but as you got older you soon realized your feelings towards Dream. (You are 19 in this and the reader is female for the plot)
MINORS DNI
Warnings: oral fixation, dumbification, choking
Word Count: 2234
Sighing, Y/N looked at Drista then towards her tv, “Hey Drista?” Y/N asked, gaining Drista’s attention.”Yeah Y/N?” She asked, looking over at her best friend, “Does it bother you that your best friend is like 6 years older than you?” They asked, and Drista frowned once she heard the words. “No I like it a lot, I grew up with you and saw you as an older sister to me. You are always there for me, and you can even pick me up early from school so that’s a bonus.” Drista laughed as the last part left her mouth, which caused Y/N to softly punch her arm. “Can I ask you something and you not laugh at me?” Y/N asked, and Drista made a noise, shifting around so that they could face one another.
Y/N took in a deep breath, and looked at the younger girl, “I've known you and Dream all my life, but around the age of 17 I started to realize my feelings for Dream were a bit different.” She explained, stumbling over her words a bit scared of how Drista would react. “I know, I can tell by the way you look at him.” Drista explained, which made Y/N relax a bit, “Is it that obvious?” She asked worriedly, and Drista shrugged, “Maybe to me, but boys tend to be oblivious.” Once the words left her mouth, Drista gasped, “This is like that episode of Victorious!” She said excitedly, and Y/N furrowed her eyebrows throwing her a confused look. “You know the song BFB?”
Y/N slowly nodded her head, and Drista groaned, “You’re about as dumb as a pig.” She complained, “BFB means best friends brother.” She said, making exaggerated hand movements. “Oh yeah.” Y/N laughed, and softly pushed Drista, “I swear you are a nerd.” She said, causing the younger to giggle. Shaking her head, she got up, “You have school tomorrow, so you need to sleep. It’s two hours past your bedtime. Your mom would kill me for letting you stay awake this late.” Y/N said, and Drista pouted, “Fine.” She said giving up, “I’m going to go take a shower, and I’ll be back. I will try not to wake you if you are asleep by the time I get back.”
Nodding her head, Drista switched the movie over to Princess and the Frog, turning her lamp off on her bedside table. Y/N walked over and grabbed a pair of clothes from her closet as she practically lived there. Walking out, she mumbled a ‘goodnight’ to Drista as she turned around she slowly made her way to the bathroom. Putting her clothes in the bathroom, she walked downstairs into the kitchen to get a glass of water. “Thirsty?” A voice spoke up making Y/N yelp and jump. “Holy shit Dream. You scared me you dick head.” She mumbled shoving him, as he was leaning against the counter. “Why were you even standing in the dark you weirdo.” Y/N said, getting a glass cup, getting some water.
Dream watched her movements, and he shrugged to himself, “I have this kitchen memorized like the back of my hand. There’s no need to turn on the light.” He explained, and Y/N was now facing the sink, finishing up her glass of water. “I suppose that’s true.” She said nodding her head, pouring the rest of the remaining water out and put the glass in the sink. As she was about to turn around, she felt his body against her backside. Gulping she kept her eyes glued to the window where she could somewhat see their reflection. “Don’t you want somebody to love?” He whispered, moving Y/N hair over her shoulder as he wrapped his fingers around her throat.
Freezing, Y/N felt herself melt at the gesture, her eyes locked with Dream’s reflection on the window, the only light source being the light above the sink. “What makes you think that?” She asked, trying to keep her voice at a confident tone. Dream chuckled, leaving one hand around her throat, while his free hand reached up grabbing a handful of her hair pulling it back roughly so her head was leaning back. Wincing slightly, she bit her bottom lip not allowing herself to make a sound. “So you’re telling me..” He whispered, leaning down so his lips were right next to her ear.
“You don't want me to just fuck you senseless right here, right now?” He asked, and Y/N felt her entire face flush. “What are you saying right now?” She asked embarrassed, and Dream chuckled darkly, tightening his grip around her neck before he let go, and released the grip on her hair. “You’ll see with time princess.” He whispered ghosting his lips over her exposed neck, which caused a shiver to go down her spine. She finally let a whimper escape, “Dream..” She whispered and turned around to see he had left already. Soon it hit her like a brick, she blushed madly and her heart raced.
“What the fuck just happened..” She mumbled, steadying herself on the counter. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she moved her hand up to touch her neck, where his hand once was. Groaning, she shook her head, “Fuck you for messing with me.” She said, frustrated by confusion and touch deprivation. Walking up and into the bathroom, she started the shower and slowly stripped of her clothes. Getting inside the shower, her body relaxed as the heat consumed her. Letting out a content sigh, her eyes shot open when she heard someone enter the bathroom.
“Dri?” She asked, not daring to look out in case she would lock eyes with the green eyed boy she once saw in the kitchen. “Yeah?” The voice of Drista spoke up, letting out a sigh of relief she relaxed instantly, “What are you doing?” She asked and Drista cleared her throat, “I overheard Dream talking to who I assume was George and Sapnap. But he said that you and him had an interaction in the kitchen.” Drista said, and Y/N instantly tensed up at the reasoning. “What did you hear?” She asked, and Drista shrugged even though Y/N could not see her, “Something about you and him bumping into one another.” She said, and Y/N was thankful Dream didn’t go into detail with his friends.
“Well I am going to bed now.” Drista said, walking out, “Oh hey Dream.” Y/N heard as the door was being shut, Y/N couldn’t help but feel on edge. Her body was craving for Dream to touch her like that again, but she refused to believe it. Hearing the bathroom door open again, this time the culprit tried to make it as quiet as possible. “Having a nice shower princess?” His voice ricocheted off the walls of the shower, and into her ears. Shivering even though her body was under scalding hot water, she looked over his outline visible through the shower curtain. “What are you doing in here?” She asked, her voice wavering a bit from both excitement and fear.
“I also needed a shower, and I figured why not save water?” He said, alarmingly calm. As soon as the words registered through her brain, the shower curtain opened. This wasn’t the first time Dream and Y/N were close to having sex it almost happened when he was 20 and Y/N was 18. They had gotten into an argument which led to a heated makeout session, which they both agreed to forget. “Dream!” Y/N shrieked when she saw his body come into view. Her entire body froze, as her eyes just took in his bare body. “Like the view? It’s not the first time you’ve seen it. Or the second, or third.” He said, grabbing her hips pulling her towards him.
Yeah they’ve made out and saw each other naked multiple times, some accidental. But never did she think this would be happening, “I will not touch you, or anything without your permission princess.” He whispered into her ear, and Y/N felt her insides melt at his words. She wanted this, she has for quite a while. Dream has too. But he had patience, but he was no longer patient once he overheard their conversation about him earlier when he was on his way to the kitchen. “Please Dream.” Y/N spoke up, knocking Dream out of his trance, and a smirk found its way onto his features. “As you wish.”
Turning her around he shoved her onto the shower wall, and she leaned against it for support. “Your safe word is Dove.” He said slowly, as his hands trailed over her wet body. He moved over a bit, so the water could hit him as well. “I will then ask for your color. Green means keep going after a short break, and red means stop completely, okay?” He explained, and Y/N nodded her head. He slowly and teasingly trailed a hand up, and wrapped his hand back around her throat, “Will you be a good girl and keep quiet?” He said in her ear, and Y/N nodded her head, “Yes sir.” She said, and Dream growled at the name. “Good girl.” He said, and slowly he used his free hand to finger her so she could be prepared.
Moving the hand up, he tapped her lips as he inserted two fingers into her mouth, “Suck.” He ordered, and Y/N happily obliged since she loved to have things in her mouth she could chew or suck on. Sucking on his fingers, he slowly removed them from her mouth. Moving his hand back down, the other hand still wrapped around her throat. Slowly he inserted one finger, and she let out a quiet moan as she bit her lip. Slowly he started moving his finger in and out, loving the way her body reacted to it. She wasn’t a virgin, she had lost it when she was 17 with some random guy at a party. Picking up the pace, he slowly inserted another finger, and she bit her bottom lip to hold back the moan.
Picking up the pace of his fingers, he started to curl his fingers searching for the certain spot. Y/N accidentally let out a loud moan when he hit a spot that sent pleasure everywhere throughout her body. Dream smirked once he knew he had found it, “Quieter princess.” He warned, and she nodded her head leaning it against the wall. Thrusting his fingers quickly, making sure he repeatedly hit that spot, she found herself growing close to her climax. Dream noticed this by the way her legs started to shake, and he slowly pulled his fingers out. He licked them clean, and she whined at the loss of pleasure. Smirking, he grabbed his dick aligning it to her entrance.
Slowly he inserted the tip, and kept going until he bottomed out. Y/N winced from how big he was, “Fuck..” She whispered, in both pain and pleasure, “Please move.” She begged, and Dream knew she wouldn't be able to keep quiet by how she reacted when he entered her. Moving his free hand up, he forced his fingers into her mouth, instantly letting them go to the back of her throat. She gagged around his fingers, as he started pounding into her. Letting out choked moans on his fingers, she felt tears rolling down her face. It was mixed with the water from the shower head, on her left side and her tears. Dream picked up the pace, pulling her body back against him so he could see her fucked out face. Groaning once he saw the tears, and her crossed eyes, he moved his hand from her throat down to play with her clit.
Getting overwhelmed with the sensation she felt herself grow close again, Dream on the other hand didn’t care if she made noises now. He wanted to hear her, he quickly pulled his fingers out of her mouth and held her steady by her hip with his other hand. Y/N felt herself cum on his dick, and Dream felt her clench around him making him hiss at the feeling. He kept pounding into her, making her grow overstimulated. Screaming out, she grabbed his wrist that led to the hand that was toying with her clit. Digging her nails into his wrist, her eyes rolled back and she started babbling out incoherent words, “Is my princess fucked dumb? Is my dick so good that she can’t talk?” He cooed, feeling himself growing closer. Y/N nodded her head, moans and blabbering was the only thing she could let out. Pulling out quickly, he felt himself cum on her ass and some on her lower back. Groaning he leaned his head back and bit his bottom lip. The water was now getting cold, so he quickly cleaned her up and washed her hair, and body before he got out drying her off as she was clearly out of it.
Dressing her, he himself quickly got dressed carrying her to his room. Laying her down, he laid beside of her and wrapped an arm around her waist, kissing her neck softly. “Goodnight princess.” He whispered, and Y/N tiredly mumbled it back.
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Hey! I have a request! Bucky x reader where the reader is from the red room. Maybe the avengers just got her out and Buckys helping her through the ptsd and stuff? Maybe she locks herself away to her room because she’s scared to do anything for herself? Also maybe some platonic nat? Sorry if that was too specific. Feel free to add your own ideas and change stuff or just ignore if you don’t like the idea! Thanks!
Hi! Thank you so much for the request, I'm sorry it took me so long, life has been evil to me and I may or may not have forgotten this blog actually had readers. I love me some good hurt/comfort. I hope what I have written works!
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When the Avengers had burst into the facility you had been kept in, with all the bravado of heroes you were shocked. You had heard whispers of these warriors that you were being trained eliminate. You had heard stories of the Black Widow who had betrayed the Red Room and while you didn't want to give yourself hope, a small part of you always longed to do the same. To be done with the endless list of missions and targets, to finally stop piling up the blood on your hands.
They had arrested you originally. You didn't blame them, you were one of the most active members of the programme, You had lost count of how many instructions you had followed, how many targets you had eliminated and you had no doubt that the Avengers had your face on their wall of targets.
That was why, when the Winter Soldier aimed a gun at your head you just knelt to the ground as you watched your seniors begin to fight the other Avengers. You didn't say a word in the carrier back to wherever they were taking you. It was easy to hide behind a bravado of stony silence, to pretend that your entire existence hadn't just been ripped away from you.
That was why, when the blank faces of the Black Widow and the Winter Soldier, stared at you from the other side of the interrogation table, you felt a panicked warmth creep up your neck. They begun to question you about the other facilities and to their surprise, you guessed by the way they looked at each other as you talked, you spoke truthfully and honestly to them. You told them everything you knew.
"If I can stop anymore becoming like me, I will. Everything I know is yours, I won't lie to protect something so hideous as the red room."
Because for as much as the red room tried to convince you otherwise, seeing young girl after young girl die by another girl was not right. Not right in the slightest. The more you saw of the world outside of the Room the more aware you became of this, so by the time it was to end, you promised to do anything to help the Avengers take down the remaining branches of the Black Widow Programme.
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Around 6 months after you had been captured, you were settled into the avengers compound, much to your surprise. You had been there personally to help the avengers gain access to some of the branches and during those mission you had begun a strong friendship with Nat and a... a something with Bucky.
There was something about the gruff man that was so gentle that drew you in. The way his smile lit up when a certain song came on and the little dances he would do while brewing coffee made your heart flutter- despite how much you tried to convince it not too.
It was a nice life, in the compound, you mostly stuck to your room until you were asked to help on a mission, or if Nat asked to spar with you. You still had not gotten rid of the memories, however. These vivid memories haunted you, if you weren't keeping busy your brain would wonder to times before. To victims of the red room, and your victims, the ones you had killed.
Their faces didn't hover as much as their voices, every plea they made would ring in your ears whenever there was a moment of silence. They whispered from the corner of your room at night, nothing would stop them from filling the void of silence. This meant that sleep did not come as easily to you.
It was one of those nights. When every time you closed your eyes there would be nothing but whispers and your brain seemed determined to run through every memory you regretted. There was only one solution to these nights, a good cup of tea (with a splash of whiskey in). So you pottered over to the kitchen, footfalls naturally silent as you boiled the kettle. Tony probably had some fancy gadget that would do the whole process more efficiently, but the sound of boiling water was rather grounding.
Perhaps your focus on the water was why you didn't hear the figure walking up behind you until you felt a slight breath on your neck. Training and years of being on the run kicked into gear and you immediately whipped around to punch her assailant around the jaw, and kicked a foot out to trip them. The figure fell with a very familiar oof, one recognisable from training.
It was Bucky.
Oh god, it was Bucky. Kind, thoughtful, gentle Bucky who had probably come out to check on you. The same Bucky who made you coffee in the morning, that was now lying on the floor clutching his eye as you looked down at him. And then his face, his figure, was all your other victims. A woman in hospital garb, a man in a suit, a wife, a sister, a child. It was too much, you had to run.
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Bucky watched as they ran from the kitchen, he stood up from the floor as the sound of a door slamming echoed through the tower. He rubbed at his jaw, how could he have been so stupid. Sneaking up on someone who was struggling with PTSD and running on little sleep, he didn't think.
"You gonna get that?" Nat's voice was hushed as she offered him a hand up.
He took it, pulling himself up, pausing to think for a moment before walking hesitantly over to the door. He knocked as quietly as possible. He could hear the gasping sobs coming from the other side of the walls.
Nat hovered on his other side, staying within comfort radius in case she was needed.
"Heya Doll." Bucky started, as there was no sign of reply he continued. "You alright?" Still silence. "I'm sorry I snuck up on you like that, it was my fault, should've thought but as Steve would say, thinking ain't always my strong suit."
He caught the sound of movement, hesitant footsteps coming towards the door.
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You managed to control your breathing enough to shuffle over to the door. You placed your hand over the door, where you imagined Bucky to be leaning. Guilt filled your conscious once more and the apology flew out of you before you could stop it.
"I'm so sorry, Bucky. God I am so sorry."
"It's fine, Doll."
"No, no its not!" You were practically yelling at the door now. "I hurt you. What if one day I kill you? You catch me with a knife in my hand and I jump, what then. For crying out loud I can't even make a cup of tea without hurting someone, I can't do anything. I'm sorry, I am so sorry that I'm so useless and I-"
"Hey, hey, hey breathe." Bucky's calm and even tone halted your rant. "Listen to me. Everyone of us has had moments like that, we all have our demons and those demons sometimes cause us to lash out. I've done worse than punch Steve many times, would you call me useless?"
You sniffed as you shook your head, forgetting he couldn't see you.
"Besides," He continued, "We all have our strengths, we all have our weaknesses but you know what's great? We are a team. Where one person can't make a cup of tea, another can make the best brew in the country. You don't have to face these things alone, Doll. We are all here for you, I am here for you, always will be."
You slowly began to open the door as he spoke, and looked up into the most sincere pair of blue eyes you had ever seen. There was a slight bruise coming up below his eye but he was smiling. He was doing that smile that meant his eyes crinkled, twinkling brightly- like stars.
"I'm sorry, Bucky."
"You don't have anything to apologise for, Doll, but you're forgiven."
You crept forward, reaching out for something, someone and the easy smile that filled your face as Bucky's arms wrapped around you in the most comforting hug you had ever had. You felt the faint echo of lips against your head and you gripped onto him tightly.
"You two are adorable."
The two of you separated slowly at Nat's voice. Not completely, there was still the comforting feeling of Bucky's hand against your back.
Nat's face was softer than you had ever seen it and there was nothing but understanding in her eyes as she spoke. "If you ever need someone to talk to come knock on my door. I know I would have loved to have someone there who knew."
Words caught in your throat as you nodded. You were soon wrapped in another comforting hug from Natasha, the scent of her perfume comforting and warm. The way forward would be hard but you knew that with these two by your side, your family, things would be a little easier than they had been.
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dad!harry content pls 🤲🤲
Y’ALL MAY I HATE ME FOR THIS ONE! A BLURB FILLED WITH JUST ANGST, ANGST AND MORE ANGST!
Harry was freshly out of one direction, when he met Y/N and her 6 year old daughter, adelaide. Harry was running in the park and Y/N was trying to keep her daughter occupied until her dad was coming to pick her up. She had lost the keys to her apartment, and she waiting for the landlord to ring her back. Of course, adelaide is only 6, she needs her toys and her stories. So Y/N is trying her best to keep her entertained.
Harry takes a notice in them.
More specifically Y/N. She’s beautiful, radiant even. She lights up this whole park and her voice is so soft and gentle. Harry couldn’t leave without talking to her - and it was like adelaide could hear his thoughts. She fell right in front of the popstar and let out a scream. Harry being the person that he is, picked her up and walked her back over to her mom.
Y/N was a state. But when she saw harry styles bringing her child back to her, laughing might she add, she had a pretty good feeling about it.
Harry and Y/N recite the story everyday, thanking adelaide for bring them together. Adelaide hates herself for bringing harry styles in their life. Although she loves harry almost as much as her biological father, harry doesn’t seem to love her. Not as much as he used to anyways.
Adelaide loved harry so much when she was younger. Practically in love with him herself, her mother used to tease and say she had a crush on harry. she used to deny it, but they do have a video of adelaide trying to marry harry. As adelaide got older, Y/N and harry moved on with their lives. Got married, bought a house, had more kids. At first, adelaide was excited. Harry was super cool, having him as he step dad? Even cooler. But when the first baby came, everything changed. Her brother, mica was born in the summer, so she could visit him any time. Harry wasn’t as nice to her as he used to be - adelaide just thought it was tiredness.
But now, she knows.
Harry likes mica more than he likes adelaide.
And she’s kind of accepted now, that harry likes his biological kids more than her. Well, she doesn’t blame him really. He’s not her dad, she’s not his daughter. She gets it. She’s not his family, not his little princess anymore. She still as her dad, who she lives with on the weekend. So she makes the most of her visits with him. It still would be nice to have some kind of relationship with harry, but she’s not pushing it anymore.
“Is harry coming to my piano recital?” Adelaide asked while playing with mica. Y/N, her mother, was sat on the sofa in front her, nursing the new baby girl she had given birth to two weeks ago: jane. Y/N felt unimaginably bad. She knew that harry was lacking with adelaide, but she’s just putting it up to have the new baby and him being super busy with work now - the dismissing part is what gets adelaide. Her mother just keeps making excuses for that man.
“Honey, you know he’d come if he could. He’s a busy man” Her mother said, rubbing janes back.
Adelaide nodded and sighed, smiling down at her brother. She just hoped harry didn’t get bored of these two - they didn’t deserve that.
“Will you be there?” Adelaide questioned, Y/N grinned and nodded. “Of course, i’ll be there. Haven’t missed a recital before have i?” She asked and adelaide shook her head.
Adelaide went home that night with a weird feeling in her stomach. Like her mother was lying to her. She needed someone to be there, adelaide is extremely shy and finds it hard to perform without her mom or dad there. When she says them in the audience, she feels good almost like a weight has been lifted off of her shoulders.
She just hoped her mother would keep this promise.
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Friday night rolled around quickly enough. Adelaide was confident with her piece and she played it over and over again in her room and on face time to her dad, who is absolutely obsessed with adelaide playing music. He doesn’t know where she gets it from, but there’s no denying she’s pretty fucking talented.
When she went downstairs in her dress and heels (she had to dress formal as there would be scouts from different colleges watching her and the other students perform), her mother, harry and the two babies were around the table. They were laughing, mica giggling in his play chair and jane in harrys lap. They were doing a puzzle. It’s such a stupid thing to be upset over, but why wasn’t she included? Why isn’t she ever included when harrys around? She feels small and so utterly stupid around him, and Y/N just dismisses that. She doesn’t know what she did wrong to make harry act like this. she really doesn’t know.
“Oh, hey honey!” Y/N said making everyone look up. mica squealed and put his hands up in the air. Y/N giggled and caressed his cheek. “You love your big sis, don’t ya?” She said in a baby voice making mica even more giddy.
“Why are you so dressed up?” Y/N questioned.
It was like someone slapped adelaide across the face. Her mother had forgotten? Her own mother had forgotten one of the most important recitals to date? Adelaide was about to correct her mom, give her the benefit of the doubt with baby brain and such, but before she could harry was handing the babies off to Y/N and walking adelaide into the hallway closing the kitchen door behind her.
She was startled, but kept a straight face.
“Your moms tired, adelaide. She needs a break. She’s just going to skip this one real quick. It’s not like it’s anything too important, right?” Harry said and adelaide tried to speak but nothing came out, her eyes filled with tears and her ears were ringing. How dare he. How dare he speak to her like that, in that tone and dismiss everything she’s worked towards.
Music has been her saviour, her hero. And this recital is super important, college scouts coming to see her? This is the most important moment in her life to date.
“You know what” Adelaide started but she stopped, moving around harry and opening up the kitchen door again. Harry sighed, obviously frustrated.
“Adelaide, don’t” He said sternly and Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed together, wondering what was happening. She lay jane down in the pram beside her, and gave mica his blocks on the floor. Adelaide stood there watching Y/N and then turned her head to look at harry.
They were happy.
Happy without her.
“Adelaide” Her mother called her placing a hand on her shoulder, Adelaide pulled back out of her mother’s grip and shook her head.
“You didn’t remember” She whispered, tears falling down her cheeks. Harry cursed under his breath. He couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t listen - it was a simple request, was it not? Harry knew Y/N was tired, she needed some rest. And going out to some recital wasn’t going to help that. And anyways, there would be plenty more in the future. He doesn’t know why adelaide is so upset.
He let the anger get the better of him. He didn’t think about anything that would happen afterwards, or how it would make adelaide feel. Harry just blurted it out, out of frustration and anger.
“God, adelaide you ruin everything!”
Silence.
Who knew quiet could give you a headache?
The deafening sound was unbearable, it felt like everyone was watching her, watching her as adelaide crumbled. She was doing being the bigger man, the better person, she was done making excuses, letting her mother dismiss her feelings, letting a man tell her what to do and dismissing her skills and dreams. She was done being that person.
“Oh, shut up harry!” Adelaide yelled, startling both harry and Y/N.
“You ruined everything for me the minute you walked into my life. You told me you loved me as if i was your own daughter and then you just forget about me!” She cried, her hands flying up to her hair. Y/N tried to get close to her, but adelaide refused shaking her head and putting her hand up to stop her mother.
“And you! You would always make excuses and dismiss my feelings when i would talk to you about it. He’s at work, or he didn’t mean to forget you, he’s been busy, or with the new baby and all everything is a bit jumbled” Adelaide mocked, her mom let out a sob.
“That’s enough” Harry demanded and adelaide laughed, with no humour evident at all.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do” She said.
“I’m done trying with you, harry. I’m done trying to get you to like me, to look at me, to even just notice me. i’m done” Adelaide said, harrys heart broke in that moment, not realising the pain he caused her.
“Well, you got what you wanted” Adelaide said and harry tried to get to her, to hug her, to apologise.
She wouldn’t budge.
“You got me out of your life for good”
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