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starsandsugars · 11 months

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Burning Desire

PAIRINGS: shiv roy/f!reader

SUMMARY: you had hoped that working on a work assignment with shiv might make her open up to you. Instead it lead to you 'opening up' in an entirely different way. (NSFW • MINORS DNI)

TAGS: coworkers hooking up, degredation, praise, office crushes, cheating (if you squint)

NOTES: hi guys :) this is my first fic I'm posting on tumblr and my first piece of smut so please be nice and I hope y'all like it!

Your heart hammered in your chest as you felt Shiv's hand press firmer against your mouth, forcing you to keep quiet even as she continued to pump her fingers into you at that ruthless pace. Each stroke of her fingertips hit that perfect spot inside you, drawing out animalistic sounds that were just barely concealed by her. Every little touch made you feel electric, every inch of your body practically vibrating from the pleasure.

As your head tilted back and knocked back against the door, you thank whatever God there was for putting you in this situation.

You had seen Shioban Roy countless times around the Waystar offices, normally in some meeting or getting into an argument with her siblings that half the staff had to witness.

You knew very little about her initially other than what was public knowledge. You had no reason to pay her any mind, but you always felt your eyes drawn to her anyway.

At first you reasoned it was because of the effortless way she commanded the room or the fact that, as Gerri's second in command, she was kind of your bosses boss but as your curiosity began to change shape it became harder and harder to deny.

You couldn't tear your eyes away from her if she walked by your desk, the simple twirl of her hips enough to take your breath away. When she leaned over her desk to talk to you, you just about lost your ability to think clearly. And the one time you saw her kiss her husband in the lobby it filled you with a feeling you refuse to admit even to yourself.

It was ridiculous, and beyond irresponsible.

For one, she was your boss. If that wasn't enough she was married - to the head of news at the company that you work for no less!

You did your best to convince yourself that it was just an office crush. She was a beautiful woman with a touch of power that turned you on more than you wanted to admit. That was surely all it was.

Or it least, that was all it had been, until you got assigned to work on an agreement that Shiv, as President of Operations was hwading. t really wasn't an overly complicated assignment, which is why Gerri handed it over to you, and you expected to be done with it in a couple of days.

As it turns out, that was far from the case. The other company refused to sign, and what could have been a couple meetings turned into long days and nights cooped up in Shiv's office hunched over paperwork.

Your silly crush hadn't gotten away, and had gotten even harder to manage. Now you were close enough to smell her expensive perfume, close enough to hear the edge her voice took when she was telling you to do something.

You tried to push it down, smother it, but the flame only grew brighter with each day you spent together.

Finally, after a million emails and a formally worded threat of litigation, the smaller tech company signed the contract and became a part of the growing monolith that was Waystar Royco.

You had never seen Shiv happier, practically beaming as she went immediately to gloat to her father. You took your things and disappeared back to your own office, expecting that would be the end of your Shiv Roy saga.

You were a little sad to see it end, but you're sure your vibrator will thank you for a break now that you won't have to constantly be so close to her so you prepare yourself to just move on.

You should have known things with her could never be that simple.

Just as you began to catch up with your other work you've been neglecting to help her she pops her head into your office.

"Come out with me to celebrate our win." She says without so much as a 'hello', "Drinks on me."

It wasn't a request so much as a command, but you found yourself agreeing anyway.

With that she turned on her heels, leaving you with a fluttering feeling in your stomach.

You were distracted the rest of the day wondering what she was up to. Did she really just want to celebrate? What was her game here? You knew the Roys well enough to know they never did anything without an agenda.

By the time she came to get you from your office at the end of the day you were all but convinced she was going to fire you. You went with her anyway, heart thumping in your chest as the two of you sat quietly in her private car.

She had her driver take you two to a high end bar that seemed to be pretending to be a dive bar. It was busy, with warm bodies and loud music everywhere. It could almost pass for a normal bar if it weren't for the suits all around and the fact that one of their drinks rang up for twice as much as your hourly wage.

She (thankfully) bought you your drink and turned to gave you fully once you had both settled into a leather booth.

It started off perfectly innocently, talking about you success with the deal and your future at Waystar. Your anxiety began to melt as you realized she really wasn't firing you. In fact, she seemed like she genuinely wanted to talk to you.

You talked your way through another 2 drinks each, both of you slowly opening up to each other. You told her about how much Gerri gets on your case and she tells you about her open relationship with Tom.

She drops it into the conversation casually but the way she blinks her eyes gives her away. She knows exactly what she's doing.

"I mean, I don't control what he does. Why would I let him control me?" She leans a little closer, and the finger tracing the rim of her drink turned into a heavy hand on your thigh.

Her voice lowers as she continues, sending shivers down your spine.

"I sleep with whoever I want. Whenever I want."

Your voice choked up a little as you responded, voice sticking in your throat from the sheer shock of it all.

"Yeah, me too." You manage, drawing a laugh from the redhead.

"Oh yeah?" She teases, eyes twinkling as she whispers into your ear.

"Why don't you come show me?"

Before you can even begin to think better of it her ingers splayed are across your back and she's guiding you to the back of the bar.

She opens a door knowingly and you realize she had planned this. If she had to have an angle, you were glad it was this one.

Once the two of you were inside she pressed you back against the door. The cold metal pulled a shiver from you, but the second her lips were on yours it's like every other sensation melted away. She kissed you like she wanted to consume you and you would be more than happy to let her.

As if reading your thoughts she bit your lip, pulling a little yelp out of her. She grinned and moved her lips against your neck as her hands slid up under your dress. You preened under her touch, breathy moans escaping you despite yourself.

It took only a moment for your panties to be tugged down your legs but she paused before actually touching you. You tired rolling your hips but all she did was brush your clit all too softly.

"Shiv, please." You begged, tapping into the want for submission she so clearly had in her normal life. The tendency clearly extends to sex because as soon as you give her what she wants she finally pushed her fingers into you.

She was clearly skilled with her fingers and she worked you up in no time. You moaned loudly, and she gripped your chin to warn you.

"Be. Quiet."

When you couldn't comply she shoved her hand over your mouth, gripping your cheeks to keep it in place. When you whimpered enough to be heard through her attempted gag she crowded you further against the wall.

"Shut up."

She spoke into your ear, equal parts threat and promise.

"Unless you want us to get caught. Maybe you'd like that. Maybe you want everyone to see what you let me do to you in this bathroom."

She strikes just the right spot inside of you and your thighs begin to quake, fingers clutching desperately to her shoulders. You know you should try to maintain some level of basic self respect but when she looks at you with those hungry eyes you just can't find it in yourself to care.

"God you're such a slut." She says, sounding pleasantly surprised. The words send sparks down your spine and you feel yourself tumble over the edge.

Your mind is hazy and your legs shake so badly she has to use her thigh to prop you up.

Once you had calmed down enough to do something that resembled normal breathing she let you go, smiling like she's just won some kind of contest.

"Good girl. I knew you had it in you." She says, and it's a struggle not to let the praise go straight to your head.

She starts to check her reflection in the mirror over the sink as you stay against the door, trying to make your brain work properly again.

Eventually you come to your senses enough to straighten up and try to appear half as nonchalant as she is.

You approach her, leaning against the sink as you watch her fix her hair.

"You're not going to let me return the favor?" You ask with a tone od faux innocence, trying to talk as if it were about a business deal instead of the most mind blowing orgasm of your life.

"Oh trust me, you're going to." She grins at you in the mirror. "But we're not doing this again in the bathroom. We're going back to my apartment."

She strides right out of the bathroom, knowing you were going to follow her without you having to say a word.

She's not wrong, and you chase after her before you even have the time to realize your panties are still discarded on the bathroom floor.

#shiv roy #shiv roy x reader #succesion #smut #succession smut #shiv roy smut #wlw smut #succession fic #tom wambsgans #kendall roy #roman roy

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hwanchaesong · 1 day

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Ephemeral (Second Chances) Preview

pairing: Jungwon X F!Reader

synopsis: You sat and listened to the silence, the time ticked and you watched him walk down the aisle full of strangers. What scared you though, was the fact that everyone was blurry except for his dimples that you used to kiss.

word count: tba

genre & warnings: angst, fluff, suggestive, warnings tba

a/n: this is a teaser for the upcoming Enhypen: Tropes & Parallels series that i've been working on. i hope y'all look forward to it. please don't hesitate to tell me if you wanted to be added to the taglist. tysm 🩷

"Red roses are good. Also, please add some white lillies and pink carnations into the roster, she'll love it." you rambled to the florist, but she merely gave you an understanding nod and proceeded to work with your request.

A yawn was heard from the corner of the shop and you suppressed the urge to punch the suspect of the offending sound, you chose the peaceful option of ignoring the person, continuing to mind your own business not until someone broke the silence that you've been enjoying.

"What's taking so long?" he asked, boredom lacing his tone, and that's when you whipped around to give him a warning look.

"Jungwon, picking the perfect flowers takes some time. If you want to go home, then go. No one's stopping you." you sassily replied, gracing him a tight lipped smile on the process.

It irked you even more when he rolled his eyes, mumbling something under his breath that you're sure is a snide remark towards you.

You sighed, rubbing your forehead and pondering of some ways to de-stress later. Surely, planning a proposal with your ex-boyfriend is something that you, a sane person, wouldn't do during your free time but here you are.

What was your brother even thinking, sending you with this jerk (which is conveniently his best friend), to help and prepare for the upcoming surprise for his girlfriend. Of course you'd love to do whatever you can for your dear sibling, but this is ruthless.. and plain torture.

Just before you go deeper within your thoughts, a handsome man holding a bouquet of your chosen flowers emerged from the back room. He beamed at you, his eyes crinkling adorably and his dimples poked through his cheeks.

"Hello there!" he greeted you with joy, polite but bright and it made you naturally smile as well. Like they say, happiness is a virus that can easily infect anyone.

"Yes, hello uhm.." you trailed off, looking at his name tag, "Soobin?"

"That's me." he giggled and dear lord, were you about to burst at his charming facade, "I'm the floral designer here and I wanna ask if you're okay with this presentation?" he raised an eyebrow, showing you the beautifully arranged bunch of flowers, wrapped in an abaca and tied with a pink ribbon.

"Oh, it's gorgeous! You're great at this." you exclaimed, making the tall man blush, getting shy at your compliment.

"Ah, not really. The flowers are doing most of the work here, which I'm guessing are your favorites?" he scratched the back of his head, gazing at you with a soft smile.

He stood up from where he was seated, slamming his hand on the counter, effectively startling the two people who were conversing which gave him immense satisfaction.

Jungwon on the other hand frowned, like, what the fuck is this exchange of flirting he's seeing?

Not. Fucking. Tolerable.

"That's good enough. We'll take that." he feigned a charming smile, allowing the dent on his cheeks to show as well.

That Soobin guy can go to hell, his height and deep voice (that were a stark contrast to his own traits) do not matter, he's not the only one with dimples here.

You were shocked, surprised, disturbed, all adjectives out there are not enough to describe the bombshell that Jungwon dropped, but you weren't gonna stand there and let him be rude. Right as you were about to tell him off and apologize to Soobin, he managed to leave an impact again.

This time, it's fatal for your poor, weak heart.

"And those aren't her favorites. It's a combination of lilac, purple peonies and white tulips, actually."

You craned your neck to look at him, realizing the small proximity you two are in. He's mere inches away from you. Too close that you're able to see his sharp side profile and inhale the scent that you've tried to desperately forget during the sleepless nights where all you've wanted was to be held by him.

You have forgotten about Soobin by now, the vow that you took, the walls that you've built, everything. The only thing that you care about as of the moment is that Jungwon remembers.

Jungwon still knows the flowers that you wanted for your own wedding.

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thatonesalmonlingnamedspike · 3 months

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NAH THATS CRAZY FOURBIDDEN'S A BOOK NOW *hypes it up even tho there's no actual book content yet*

@blindsightted @galaxia-de-escritos @smoken-bagel @cringecat69 @scrollinonhere @talkingteardrop @almostholysandwich @ch0cocrave @static-code-error-13 @pebiejeebies(the person who game me the idea for the au name)

tagged y'all because you responded to the thing( MAY BE FORGETTING PPL) TwT

#fourbidden au #bfdi au #four au #bfdi four au #x #four

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ferninapot · 7 months

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miner dee en eye (kinda nsfw) go do your homework losers /neu same thing for ageless blogs. Cease.

Me when brain suddenly "kokudoma"

Like. It's honestly such a crackship but they're fuck buddies only bc kokushibo is an edgy ass bitch

But doma is like actually fond of him and won't leave him tf alone so koku goes "fuck it" and edges him with like small doses of attention only to fuck him senseless later, and y'all know they can both go for literally forever bc stamina is not an issue for demons at all

Anywhoooo 🤣

Drabble under the cut. Once again, nsfw = get the FUCK out if you're a minor plz thx ❤🌹🙏

Tags; nsfw (duh doy) kokudou, doma being a bottom bitch, degredation, little to no aftercare tbh koku don't got time for that, impact play, blood play, biting, belt bondage, humiliation, one sided affection, koku being sassy, demons being freaks lmao!

oh yeah, and before I forget to mention uh. my bad if there are like, issues in the writing. I don't rlly write smut like that so it may be like, finnicky or whatever.

His Affection

As the second-in-command, the moments bestowed upon Upper Moon 1 were of the utmost significance—a privilege beyond measure to partake in even the slightest morsel of his precious time, perhaps more so than the demon king himself.

And it seemed Muzan thought so too.

Doma's relationship with the highest Kizuki was, put simply, a distraction for them both. His lordship already didn't like him—and it was evident that the progenitor fancied the prospect of hearing his cries of pleasure bounce about the sprawling walls of the Infinity Castle even less. Or having the ability to see him unfurl anywhere, for that matter.

Yet he tolerated it all, much as he tolerated the myriad eccentricities that defined Doma's existence—solely because Kokushibo didn't bear any particular fondness of the man. If there was any semblance of favor beneath his veneer, it was a masterful deception, concealed with an artistry that left no room for doubt.

“How exceedingly unbecoming of you... Upper Moon Two,” Kokushibo taunted, his tone laced with derision as he continued to torment Doma. A single thrust of his knee into Doma's perineum reduced him to a huffing, mewling, wanton mess that could do nothing but writhe beneath the relentless assault. “Pathetic.”

“For you, I...” Doma began to croon in response, but his sentiment was summarily disregarded by his superior.

Indeed, the kanji branded into Doma's very being served as a constant reminder of the wrongness that tainted their actions. Yet he grappled with the notion of whether it truly constituted wrongdoing, when he was held captive by someone of superior strength. It could have been worse, but the act itself, while undeniably indulgent, left him yearning for more.

Three pairs of amber eyes encased in bloodshot sclerae bore down upon Doma's kaleidoscope orbs, middle eyelids lifting with a sadistic mirth as the latter struggled to gather his bearings. Yes, if nothing else, he was a rather fine instrument—a myriad outlet of wanton and eager reactions to every strum, stroke, and tug of Kokushibo's own.

Another forceful thrust, and Doma's fists, ensnared by the constricting uwa-obi, trembled with impatience. His hitherto unrewarding quest for gratification danced in macabre synchrony with Kokushibo's unyielding onslaught of ruthless stringency. Stringency he trusted Doma could handle, just as he had many times before.

Indeed, he bore an unparalleled capacity to endure the most precarious of circumstances. Stripped bare and vulnerable, entangled within Kokushibo's grip that paradoxically bore both pain and pleasure to his bruised wrists, all within the sanctum of his private chambers where the prying eyes of servants loomed over him as a threat to his image—his affection for the elder demon had endowed him with a remarkable adaptability. That which Kokushibo quite appreciated, even while he didn't do so typically.

“Please,” Doma keened, not entirely sure of what he was begging for. His legs flailed above Kokushibo's hips, the capriciousness of his knee now replaced with a rhythmic cadence. In response, Doma's own hips danced to accommodate, all under Kokushibo's unwavering gaze.

“Please?” The elder demon withdrew his knee just as he noticed Doma's thrusts growing more frantic, bringing about a plaintive whine of protest. One that he ignored. “Please what?”

Cruel, Doma surmised, his furrowed brows betraying a sensation akin to frustration—though it was more related to a profound sense of bereftness. The feeling soon gave way to astonishment though, as his superior's calloused, unfettered hand ventured toward his most intimate regions. In a tantalizing journey that brushed past a multitude of erogenous zones, Kokushibo commenced a painstakingly leisurely rhythm of strokes upon the taut, erect shaft. “Lord Kokushibo,” Doma moaned, the words escaping his lips in yet another impassioned plea. He couldn't bite back his grin at the pleasure as the ministrations increasingly focused on his tip.

“Hmm?” He pressed.

“I...”

“Out with it, now.” With a low, knowing hum, Kokushibo continued his torturous ministrations, the shadow of a wry smile playing upon his lips. He reveled in the unfolding tableau, and were it not for the undeniable evidence concealed beneath his hakama, Doma might have failed to discern Kokushibo's own mounting desire. His digit, now shifting its focus to Doma's taint and then his quivering slit, brought about a gasp and a shuddering buck of his hips from his suboordinate.

“Oh, you intoxicate me,” was what Doma wanted nothing more than to convey at that moment—but he was thinking with the brain in between his legs now, and just choking out the phrase “I want you to fuck me” was a hassle on its own. So in lieu of those words, his body needily leaned into Kokushibo's tantalizing caress, eliciting a flinch, a fervent yelp, and the shadow of a chuckle as he was duly rewarded with the electrifying sting of a strike to his thigh.

“Out with it,” repeated Upper Moon One, eyes lazily trailing downwards towards Doma's slit. The hand on his thigh never quite ceased its position there, but it did gingerly slide upwards, halting just shy of his hip. “I much prefer hearing you mewl and beg...” Kokushibo leaned back, moving to take the awaiting bottle of oil beside them in his hand with a mumur, “...than I do seeing you throw your hips about without any abandon or shame... like a cheap harlot.”

Or perhaps he preferred a combination of both.

His movements were deft and fluid, and soon enough, Doma found his thighs tensing in ecstasy as his superior slid a slicked finger inside with ease. With a single thrust, followed by the benevolent curl of Kokushibo's digit, he effortlessly conducted a symphony of squirming, whimpering, and shuddering glee from the younger demon.

“Oh, god, yes— more of that,” he finally cried out, his moans now reaching crescendos of reckless abandon, “Please, I need— I nee-he-oh...!”

Something between a laugh and a keen leaves his mouth mid plea, and Kokushibo lavishes a hot tongue on his nipple. Simultaneously, the hand that had lingered on his upper thigh ventured upward to cup his pectoral—soft and sumptuous enough to rival a woman's bosom, and apparently just as sensitive as one, too.

“Go on,” Kokushibo rasped, following his words with a bite that sent his suboordinate gasping for air that he hardly needed to begin with. Doma seemed so caught up in the feeling of wet hotness lapping his erected nipple that he hardly had any reaction to the second and soon, third finger of Kokushibo's adding to the mess of oily slick that was his entrance. A wicked spectacle it was, to witness the unraveling of Doma's customary demeanor. Kokushibo, savoring every moment of it, traced a peppery path of kisses along both pectorals, infusing his actions with a deceptively sweet tenderness before descending upon the other nipple. “What do you need?”

“I need... I need your cock— inside me,” His own cock jumped as the pinching sensation returned at a sharper intensity, one that drew forth his blood. Blood that erupted upon his superior's taste buds—blood that was lapped up hungrily until the wound inevitably fizzled away.

To this, Upper Moon One withdrew his fingers, either deeming Doma loose enough or in an effort to keep him on the edge of release.

“Just inside you?” probed the demon, withdrawing his mouth and cupping hand to do away with his garments.

“Mnhh” with a hitch of his breath, Doma lowered his eyelids, and then his gaze. Seemed the man had a sword in between his legs too, he joked to himself. “I wan—... I need you to fuck me, Lord Kokushibo.” The latter cupped the back of Doma's left knee in response. “Please,” he added. There was a period of silence between the two after that.

“Turn around,” Kokushibo finally commanded, to which Doma obliged. A small part of him contemplated praising the man silently, for although he relished the act of instructing him to get on his knees, this time, the younger demon had done so without being expressly told—a noteworthy first.

Doma's body quivered in anticipation as the sizable tip of Kokushibo's arousal prodded at his entrance. It greedily swallowed up the intrusion alongside the thick shaft that followed, and he could've sworn he saw stars once their hips converged with a wet slap. Another exploratory snap of his superior's hips, and he wails with delight—All things considered, it quite pleased Kokushibo to know this wanton little orfice remembered him so very well.

Kokushibo maintained an unwavering grasp on Doma's hips, savoring every subtle contour of the younger demon's form and the symphony of beguiling sounds that flowed from his parted lips. There was no respite, no pause in the relentless storm that were his ceaseless thrusts, each one propelling his length to greater depths within Doma's quivering core. The younger demon, overwhelmed by the overstimulation, sought solace by burying his head into the silken sheets, his eyes cast upwards, and his mouth a veritable cascade of desire, saliva pooling in his abandon. His muffled ries and moans, somehow still unbridled and unrestrained, reverberated through the room and likely the halls beyond it. And it was always at that point that Kokushibo knew his conscience had been wholly eclipsed by the arduous affair.

In all sincerity, Doma was at his most endearing in this state. A harsh sentiment, perhaps, but in such moments, there existed no space for artifice or his foolish banter. In such moments, he was malleable, receptive to reminders of his place.. Just as he should be.

As Kokushibo's hand traversed the expanse of Doma's nape and traced an affectionate path along his back—perhaps the sole form of praise Doma would garner from his superior this night—he basked in the tender sensation, finding solace in the fleeting respite his dampened pillow couldn't hope to provide on its own.

However, that interlude of affection was destined to be brief. His hand, which had previously caressed Doma's back, now ventured to entwine itself in the younger demon's tousled locks. With a firm tug, akin to that of a leash, Kokushibo elicited a high-pitched squeal from Doma—a sound that he found utterly delicious, a brief indulgence before he shifted his focus.

At the crook of Doma's neck, Kokushibo bared his fangs, and with a savage bite, he drew forth yet another long bead of blood to be lapped up with grace. Kokushibo's lips closed around the wound, savoring the metallic tang of Doma's essence. From there, the rolling of his hips only grew more intense, and Doma's moans only grew louder.

“Such a piteous mess,” drawled Upper Moon One, muffled by his own painful ministrations. Doma threw his head back with whatever room he was allowed. “Merely a handful of thrusts, and you're wailing and contorting... like a desperate animal in the throes of heat.”

A well-placed blow to his rear incurred a yowl of pleasure from Doma—a response not born of wrongdoing but a delicious opportunity to chastise him in such a manner.

“M'sorry,” He babbled mindlessly, “M' a mess for you, Lord Kokushibo, I—mhn~!—feels so good, I'm...”

Kokushibo tore his fangs from the yielding flesh, savoring the yelp that ensued, along with the metallic tang of blood that tantalized his lips. He took a moment to relish the essence, licking it away with a deliberateness that bespoke his hedonistic enjoyment at that moment. As anticipated, the wound healed swiftly. He leaned back, drinking in the sight of Upper Moon Two, stripped of his dignity and forced to his knees within the confines of his own domain—a place where his image held paramount importance.

“You don't appear to be contrite in the slightest.” Kokushibo crooned, his voice oscillating between panting breaths and lascivious groans as he skillfully coaxed another cascade of mewls from Doma. His free hand deftly moved to stimulate the other's arousal, further heightening his pleasure. “I wonder,” he continued, his tone dripping with malice, “what might occur... if one of your devoted followers were to stumble upon this debauched scene... while you're ensnared in such a stupefying state?”

With another resolute thrust, Kokushibo's hand deftly manipulated Doma's frenulum, unleashing a searing tidal wave of pleasure that sent the younger demon reeling, stars dancing before his vision. In that moment of rapturous intensity, his brain grappled to process the words uttered, and when comprehension finally dawned, the thought alone made his cock twitch with fervor.

“How crassly forthright.” Kokushibo remarked, his grip on Doma's arousal tightening briefly, only to unleash a punitive slap upon the hypersensitive tip. The sharp sting gave rise to an immediate yelp of pleasure-pain, Doma's breath quickening with a sharp hitch as he teetered on the precipice of rapture and torment.

It was a sound judgement to have him face the door then, Kokushibo supposed, basking in the sounds he choked out of his suboordinate. Doma's vocalizations ran the gamut, ranging from rasped vulgarities to squeaky cries, and if there was one facet that Kokushibo genuinely admired about him, it was his voice—a mellifluous tenor that he might not have deserved but undeniably possessed. In the throes of passion, Doma made the most delectable sounds, each note growing more exquisite, more impassioned, as his inevitable climax approached.

And Kokushibo, true to his intent, was resolute in granting him that release, if not the preservation of his dignity. After all, he was exceptionally well-behaved tonight—and he had put the man through more than enough.

In that chamber, a tumultuous tempest of blurred ecstasy unfurled its rapturous banner. Devoid of ardor's solemn vows, bereft of any whispered oaths, release finally came. As Doma, his frame a symphony of ecstasy, ascended towards the zenith of his sensual reverie, Kokushibo, without much delay, joined him. With one last fervent thrust, Upper moon one stilled his hips, and the demons' release converged in sinewy strings of white amidst their frenzied sounds of pleasure, until there was nothing left to give.

Doma was the first to succumb to a semblance of exhaustion, his body yielding as Kokushibo's length slid out of him, leaving him in a languid sprawl as he finally had a moment to revel in the intoxicating fluids that now clung to him—an unapologetic mess of his superior's warm spent and his own perspiration that existed despite his naturally low body temperature. Kokushibo, his gaze fixated on the visage of Doma in his post-coital haze, contemplated the notion of a potential round two, had he the luxury of time.

With a sigh, he carefully removed the obi that had previously bound Doma's wrists, freeing the younger demon from his constraints. He proceeded to dress himself upon sliding off the bed as if nothing happened—although his apparent discomfort at his own perspired state was palpable.

“It would be prudent for you to summon your servants to attend to this... aftermath,” he remarked in a hushed tone, his words laced with an air of formality. “If there is anything you require me to procure for you... now would be the time to inquire. If not.. I'm taking my leave.”

“A kiss would be-”

“No.”

Doma grumbled, shuffling up to the edge where Kokushibo stood. Like clockwork, his perpetual smile returned, and of course, so did his cheekiness. Kokushibo, who had been facing the door, turned to look at him, utterly unamused.

“Would it kill you to give me just one...?” he pouted. “You said I could ask for anything I wanted just now... You're always so mean to me.”

“No,” Kokushibo repeated, adjusting the sash of his kimono. “...I said I'd give you whatever you needed. You don't need what you're asking for.”

Kokushibo reached for his sheathed katana and slid it into his obi with practiced precision. He was preparing for his departure, to which Doma deflated onto his bed in silent resignation.

“...Nor does it seem like you need anything from me at all,” he remarked stoically, turning his gaze forward. “So I will take my leave now.”

And with that, he was gone. Doma rolled over unto his back with a dramatic sigh. Maybe it was a need. His affection.

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Wowzer, that was a long one. Sorry for the long wait. I've been meaning to get this out for a whole week, but my perfectionist ass kept editing before the damn piece was actually finished. Anyway.... yeah, I'll probably post more of these two lol. Their banter was fun to write for sure.

#hypothetical #fanfic #kny #kny fanfic #doma kny #kokushibo #doma x kokushibo #eev rambles #kny michikatsu #michikatsu tsugikuni #doma smut #kokushibo smut #his affection #kokudouma

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spaceratprodigy · 11 months

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OC Superlatives Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @the-lastcall 💖💫

The Favorite

I don't think this comes as a surprise to anyone. Faith is so very dear to me she is quite literally a part of myself. She brings me so much comfort and has been an outlet for me for the past like? 3 years?? Gosh look at how far she's come. She helps remind me that everything is going to be okay.

The Oldest

While technically I have some ocs that are even older than her, Cookie is my first self insert lmao. Nowadays I don't think any but a couple of y'all would even know who she is and that makes me a lil sad! She's very special to me and was very beloved by people who meant a lot to me. Very few know me and her story well enough to see how on the nose it is an escape from my own life. Not shown here but she has burn scars on her right wrist/forearm. An exaggeration of my own burn scar in the same place. Cookie has always been there as a way to not feel alone, to see myself in someone who has been through similar experiences and made it out through the other side. To remember why it's so important to keep fighting.

The Newest

Okay maybe not the newest.. but Iris is the newest oc I've actually been putting a lot of time and love and effort into! I love her a lot! I know I still don't talk abt her as in depth as I would like to but I swear she's got more going on than I share. I just can't help wanting to draw her so self-indulgently full of love all the time, it makes me happy to have silly fun! I really really have been meaning to doodle her more vulnerable and serious moments because she's got a lot of grief in her heart she isn't letting out.

The Meanest

I suppose she was going to have to make her debut sooner or later.. okay but I genuinely don't have much to say abt Poppy. She's been a priv exclusive oc for a lil while and she's not developed.. like.. at all.. I ramble about her a LOT but I'm also literally every day scrapping everything bc my ideas are constantly changing so she's fr not ready yet lmao. Even I don't fully know what her deal is yet! But I can confirm she is the most ruthless (should I admit she's my lowkey nuka-world raider oc I made specifically to fuck Porter Gage nasty as hell likeeeee)

The Softest

Maril is my BABY!! She does not have a mean bone in her body and the closest she'll ever get is when she's defending her friends! She's so generous, she wants to help others any chance she gets and sees the best in everyone.

The Most Standoffish/Aloof

Faith is quite reserved, honestly. Becoming Captain wasn't exactly the life she chose for herself but it was the role she had to take on. For Phin, for her crew, for Halcyon, it was something she would grow to take seriously in time. She doesn't like to let on just how stressed and overwhelmed she is until she crashes and burns and has to be forced to rest before her stomach ulcer incapacitates her (speaking from experience, it's excruciating). When allowed to, she's pretty quiet and keeps to herself. She was never exactly the most social person and struggled to maintain any sort of relationship with anybody. She'll eventually warm up to her crew and come out of her shell. Sometimes you just need to meet the right band of misfits who get you.

The Smartest

I swear this isn't just me tooting my own horn. I genuinely built her character favoring her intellect and charm. Her highest levels were in engineering, science, and medical. She's got a head on her shoulders, and she's often pretty lost in it. Faith loves to build and tinker with things and loves reading and learning as much as she can. One her own comforts, really. Maril and Iris aren't necessarily too far off on this one, Faith just has a little more under her belt. (Maril is also dedicated almost exclusively to being a gummi ship mechanic and Iris is best at carpentry!)

The Dumbest

Poppy is by no means a moron and shouldn't be underestimated. But her skills and knowledge are very strong in fighting and survival. She does however qualify as my dumbest oc here because.. she was my melee heavy idiot savant build! Girl never at any point got a single level put into her INT lmao.

The One I'd be Friends With

Hands down Maril would be the bestest friend I could ask for. She would be so sweet and considerate and let's be real.. I'd want to also work on the gummi ships with her. I love my gals but I just know Maril would be a ray of sunshine and a great friend. She'd also love to listen to me talk abt all my own projects and we could build so many cool things together..

#this was super fun I've been wanting to work on it for a while but!! i wanted cool lil oc banners too #okay it's super late and I should def be sleeping so I'm gonna pass tf out as soon as I hit the post button fr fr #hopefully everything I wrote was coherent lmao I try to save these for when I'm actually awake but I was too excited to finally work on it #ocs #captain of the unreliable #sole survivor #maril highwind

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Waves on the Shore - Chapter 13: Sneak Peak

*slaps your ass* HEY I'M STILL ALIVE and ready to announce, once again, that apparently i am writing a novella for the next chapter. ALSO expect some incoming fanfic reblogs because i have been off tumblr for a minute and need to catch up (i wanted to get this out to y'all first tho)

WOTS masterlist // wc: 945 // triggers: anger, general malaise, hangovers, guns, blood // tags: @edenstarkk @lapauradichoso @dedicated2viktor @doctorho @yeehawbvby @arcaneparx @the-lake-is-calling @beeblybubbub

“I’ve seen who you are in the dark. And you’re a monster.”

It’s funny. You’ve heard that word a lot - “monster.” Used for the scariest beasts of the deep to the ruthless criminals lording over your island. You’d mastered its application before you could load a canon by yourself, and you thought that you were immune to all of its kick.

You were wrong.

Adrenaline fanned out from your heart and through your system. Your fight or flight kicked into gear, yet neither option was applicable.

You didn’t want to be here. You didn’t want any of this to happen. You weren’t sure if you could do it again. Especially now that you knew it meant absolutely nothing to the person that you were trying to protect.

You felt hollow, like this was all just a bad dream.

There he was, narrowing his eyes at you like a viper. But you just clenched your teeth and inhaled through your nose, refusing to give him a reaction. All that enmity doesn’t come from nowhere. You almost felt bad for Viktor. Almost. But he had to go and use that word.

You would show him what monsters could do.

*****

When Viktor woke, his pulse was eating him alive. Every thump of blood hurt, and his chest was fragile against the pinching of his dress shirt.

He tilted his head. A seedy whine pounded behind his eyes.

He closed his eyes forcefully. It made the headache worse, but it was better than the rays of blinding, sterile light that kept trying to break into his vision. He pondered into the cool darkness of his eyelids.

Hangover? No, it shouldn’t be this bad. What did we even-

Oh. Right. Enforcers. He remembered those. He could recognize the outlines of their helmets even through the blurry, snow-laden darkness. But there was someone else there... a warm arm around his waist that refused to let go until medical personnel had taken him away. That must’ve been you.

You- where were you?

He sat up and opened his eyes.

He was still wearing his clothes from the night before. The sweat sloshed in them. Several tender bruises and stinging cuts made themselves known as his body gradually woke up, and, of course, the headache only thickened.

A clean mattress was underneath him and stiff, reliable pillows had a head-shaped dent. He was in Piltover Medical Center, laid out like roadkill in their emergency clinic. It was brighter than he remembered this place being, all crisp white walls and hard tile floors that the heels of nurses clacked over.

He pinched his nose, willing the nausea back down into his stomach.

“Don’t fight it,” Jayce said from his left, “happened to me too. If you’re gonna vomit, better to get it over with.”

“Good to see you too.”

Viktor dragged his legs over the side, seeing a blurry column of brown skin nudging the trashcan towards him. He clamped the sides and nearly fell into it as he threw up.

The pungent smell got the rest of reality in check.

Glass clinked above him. He hung his head, hardly bothered by the acidic taste burning his tongue, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Caitlyn came by, but we were both still out,” Jayce set a glass of water on Viktor’s side of their shared nightstand.

Finally, Viktor got a look at him. He was on the other bed in the room, shirtless, sprawled out on the mattress like a starfish. Bandages capped his shoulder and a dark purple cloud festered around his eye. Oddly, his mussed hair was the part that took Viktor off guard the most.

“How long have you been up?” Viktor took a gulp from the glass, noticing the stack of books with a note from Caitlyn perched on top.

“Just a half hour. Enforcers came in and asked me some stuff. They’ll probably come back for you.”

Viktor propped his elbows onto his knees and looked up at Jayce.

“Did they say anything?”

“About what?”

Viktor clicked his tongue. He was always slightly offended when Jayce tried to play dumb, but he was too tired to call him out on it.

“About anything. I’m still not really sure what happened.”

“Yeah. Neither are they.”

Viktor hated how unclear his picture of last night truly was. The drugs already made sure that he only remembered half of it, and the flashes of what he had retained that night were focused on irrelevant things.

Your hands loading that gun. Your eyes screwing shut as you bit your tongue. Your hot breath against his cheek as you checked him for head damage.

“Well, at least give me something to work with,” he grumbled, falling back into the mattress.

“All that they’ve got so far is a timeline. We were drinking, those guys entered, at some point we were drugged, the bar cleared out, I went into the alleyway and got the tar beaten out of me while they were getting ready to haul you away in the bar.”

Click clack click clack. Heels in the hallway.

“And then?”

“Well, y’know,” Jayce swallowed, “then my assailants got taken out. Then yours did. Then one of mine got taken out again. And then the Enforcers showed up.”

“Psh. Some help they were,” Viktor paused. Something was off; Jayce danced around the elephant in the room like he thought Viktor would just forget about it, “And then we came here?”

“Yup.”

“Just us?”

“In here? Yeah.”

“In here as in this room, or in here as in PMC?”

“...this room.”

“Jayce.”

“Yeah?” Jayce gave him a strained smile.

“Where is Penny?”

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I posted 1,773 times in 2022

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#and i find the pov of this so interesting bc for parts of it it's like seeing 2 ppl fall in love thru the eyes of the ppl around them 🥺💖

My Top Posts in 2022:

Starry the Musical: Vincent Van Gogh (1/4)

"The sight of the starry night makes me dream"

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And to celebrate the end of Pride Month, the Duffer brothers have generously revamped a new version of homophobia just for us 🥴

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Starry the Musical: Theo Van Gogh (4/4)

"You've carried me more than you'll ever know..."

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Fire On Fire: Chapter 1

(Ch. 2)

Gallery II Taglist Application II Symbol Guide

Summary: With WWII raging across the European Theatre, OSS agent Alix "Pyro" Martinelli and paratrooper Joe Liebgott are forced to navigate their star-crossed romance at the worst possible time. With the knowledge that one or both of them could end up dead before the war's end, will their secret love survive the horrors that await them or break under the pressure? Simultaneously, as he prepares to send her into enemy territory, first-time case officer/handler Lewis Nixon struggles to shoulder the ever-present fear that the agent he's come to see as his little sister may not make it back alive.

A/N: Here it is!! Y'all know the drill lol, everything BoB is strictly based on the miniseries & my own headcanons, not the real-life ppl. Also pls be nice to me, this is the first thing I've written since like 2018-2019. It'll get better hopefully lol. (And yes, I'm making y'all wait for that coveted first interaction between Lieb x Alix lol bc I'm evil) 💖

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My #1 post of 2022

Beside You (Ron Speirs x Reader Oneshot)

Pairing: Ron Speirs x Female!Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

For @brassknucklespeirs (Happy birthday, lovely!! I hope you like this💖 )

A/N: Me, using a Marianas Trench song for a ficlet? You’re damn right lol 😆

When your tears are spent

On your last pretense

And your tired eyes refuse to close

And sleep in your defense

You didn’t let yourself cry until you were alone, Ron knew that much, so when he saw you disappear into the stillness of the frigid Bastogne night, he knew exactly where you were headed.

The days of ruthless shelling by the Germans had felled several trees in the nearby area, splintering them to bits…all except one, which lay across the snow a good 8-10 feet away from the rows of foxholes, tucked away behind a steep embankment, away from view.

It was the perfect place to seek refuge for a brief second and as the company’s only combat nurse, God, did you need it. Try as he might, Doc Roe couldn’t be everywhere at once and that was where you came in.

From your first day with Easy, you’d made it your mission to get to know every single trooper so that even in the heat of battle, when someone screamed “Medic!”, you could recognize their voice in an instant and get there. You would talk to them as you treated them, about anything they wanted: their families, their hometowns, sports teams, films, whatever they needed to keep them focused and awake. These men were trusting you with their lives and you would not let them down. You were friendly, hardworking, and dedicated to your field and your company; you never let gunfire or explosions hinder you. If you were needed, you were there.

It was your warm and selfless nature that had first caught the eye of the infamous Ronald Speirs. You captivated him. How could someone so generous, so full of life, be here, in a place like this? You were an angel trapped in Hell but it didn't dim your shine, not even for a moment. You would give the shirt off your back to anyone who needed it, always the first to lend a hand and the last to quit at the day's end.

Your vitality and generosity meant that you made friends easily, something that the withdrawn and mysterious Ron so envied. Like a magnet, people just gravitated towards you, happy to bask in your energetic glow, and Ron would watch quietly from the sidelines with a goofy smile on his face like a smitten schoolboy. You were like human sunshine, a balm to his hardened & war-torn soul.

When it's in your spine

Like you've walked for miles

And the only thing you want is just to

Be still for a while

But Bastogne…Bastogne was a whole different beast, even for someone as dynamic and exuberant as you. The conditions were abysmal, supplies almost nonexistent, and tensions running sky-high.

Most of the men you treated were lovely and appreciative of your care, but some… some weren’t.

You'd first heard the mutterings after the deaths of two Replacements. One had been shot by a sniper that no one had spotted in time and the other had taken the brunt of a particularly nasty firefight. Campbell and Ulrich were both good kids and in both cases, you had done your best with what little you had but it just wasn’t enough. The wounds were too severe and you didn't have the equipment needed to perform a surgery that risky nor could you do it by yourself, on the battlefield of all places. All you could do was kneel beside them, hands bathed in blood, and whisper broken apologies for not being able to do more as they passed.

Eugene, all too familiar with this sort of loss, told you that you needed to forgive yourself.

“There was nothin’ more you coulda done for 'em, cher,” he said as he handed you half of a bandage he'd scavenged.

But in your heart, you just couldn’t believe that and neither could some of the boys.

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spinachgarden · 1 year

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I posted 7,773 times in 2022

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Spinach my dear this ask is random as hell so feel free to ignore! I dont even know if you care abt the howlies- I just thought you might be into the angst/eerie vibes.

After his unit was captured in ‘43 and forced to work at Hydra’s weapons facility, apparently Bucky was beaten within an inch of his life by one of the head goons running the place. Then his cellmates (some of whom would become howlies) planned an “accident” that killed the goon. Idk that just struck me? they were so loyal to Bucky that they risked something like that when they knew how nuts Hydra was? And then Bucky still gets taken away from them to be experimented on… But I wonder what other absolutely crazy shit they pulled that we don’t know abt.

hello friend!

I absolutely love the howlies!

this is a long answer so it's below the cut

and yes! this is all canon! if you're a comic book person, this is all detailed in Captain America: The First Vengeance - the companion comic to the movie. The guard, Lohmer, singled out and beat Bucky up pretty badly while he already was sick (I think they said he had pneumonia from poor conditions in the cells) so the Howling Commandos staged an 'accident' for Lohmer and crushed him under a bunch of metal. By doing so, another guard took his place and allowed Bucky to take a day off from work at the prison camp.

And then yeah, Zola found out he was sick and took him to the isolation ward. So there's that. Which sucks.

I think that the movie did us a disservice by not showing the bond between the Howling Commandos. Even in the tie-in comics, they really emphasize that they were very close, almost like brothers, and that they were 100% willing to do absolutely insane shit for each other. (including murder)

ON ANOTHER (darker, of course, it's me) NOTE:

y'all ever think about how Steve said 'sometimes we did stuff that made us not sleep so good'?

I heavily headcanon that the howlies didn't take prisoners. They operated quickly, quietly, behind enemy lines, and couldn't have brought prisoners back with them. Following this train of thought, the Commandos would've had to be pretty ruthless.

yeah, I think that the murder of Lohmer, the prison guard, kinda shows that the Commandos had no issues with doing what had to be done to achieve their necessary ends. Need the guard to stop bothering Bucky? Alright, we kill him.

Can't bring prisoners back to base? Alright, we don't leave any survivors.

ANOTHER SAD HEADCANON I JUST THOUGHT OF

Sgt Barnes probably has a higher kill-count than the Winter Soldier

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Okokok here’s a lil excerpt from the modern!Bucky/Cap!Sam fic I’m working on right now

“So,” Barnes drawls. “You’re the new Cap. Guess you’re going to have to get used to stuff like this.”

Sam groans. “I hate stuff like this,” he says.

Barnes grins and takes another long sip of his drink, and then sets the empty glass on the bar. “Aw, c’mon,” he teases. “It’s not so bad. Open bar, good food in tiny portions. And hey, it’s raising money for the VA, which if I’m correct, is right up your alley. What’s not to love?”

“Feels like every single conversation is a minefield,” Sam says. “Everybody’s trying to figure me out, see what I’ll do now that I’ve publicly taken up the shield. I’m tired of politicians.”

“Between you and me,” Barnes says quietly, “it’s not the politicians you should be worrying about. It’s the regular lookin’ guys. Everybody reports to somebody.” And then, as if that’s not the most daunting thing Sam’s heard all day, Barnes grins and shoots Sam a mock-salute. “Have a good night, Captain Wilson.”

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Ok, but in light of the recent fic with Bucky having a nightmare and Sarah taking care of him. How about Bucky taking care of Sarah? idk, maybe Sarah is sick and Bucky makes here some soup and does all the house chores. Or Sarah has a nightmare about losing Sam or Bucky and Bucky comforts her. Imagine the possibilities. You don't have to write anything, if you do you would be amazing and wonderful. And I'd thank you so much! But really, I'm only here to share thoughts.

friend thank you!

I've been meaning to write some Bucky taking care of Sarah <3333

(If u think about it, this could absolutely be a sequel to either the nightmare fic or the Aftermath from AO3, I'm just saying)

Lighten the Load - SarahBucky

probably rated T for some language

Sarah wakes, groggy and disoriented, head throbbing something fierce. Her throat feels like it’s on fire, dry and scratchy, and a hoarse, wheezing cough rips itself out of her throat as she struggles to sit up. God, what time is it? It feels like she’s slept either way too much or not enough, but judging by the sunlight pouring in through the window, she’s thinking it’s the former.

Wait.

Shit.

The bedside clock reads 10:30AM, and she’s certain she didn’t wake up and drive the boys to school without realizing it. Sarah scrambles, barely remembering to throw on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt before running out of bed, down the stairs, and-

Straight into Bucky’s chest.

“Whoa,” he says. “What’s the rush?”

“Where are the boys?” she asks around another coughing fit.

“School,” Bucky says, one eyebrow raised. “I dropped them off for 8:30. They supposed to be somewhere else?”

Sarah shakes her head, still resting against Bucky’s chest. He’s warm, and Sarah feels so, so cold, so she doesn’t bother moving. After a long minute, he wraps one arm around her waist, pulling her a little closer and kissing the crown of her head.

“D’you wanna sit down?” he asks. “You were pretty out of it this morning, so I didn’t bother trying to wake you up.”

“I had things to do this morning,” Sarah groans. “Errands. Chores. Work.”

“You had a fever of 102.4,” Bucky says patiently. “And I called the restaurant, let them know you wouldn’t be coming in. Chores are done, but I didn’t want to leave the house to run errands until you were awake.”

Huh.

She’s not really sure what to make of that. “The laundry,” she says.

“Done,” Bucky replies easily. “Well. The last load is still in the dryer, but it’s almost done. Everything else is folded and put away.” Strong arms steer her in the direction of the couch until she drops gracelessly down onto it, and then the throw blanket is wrapped around her shoulders, all one-handed. When she looks up at Bucky, she sees that he’s holding a mug, tea bag wound around the handle, and he offers it to her.

“Peppermint,” he says, “should help with your throat. You were coughing in your sleep.”

“I need to do the dishes,” Sarah says dumbly.

“They’re done,” Bucky replies. “And the garbage has been taken out. How are you feeling?”

“Did the boys get something for lunch?”

“Sarah,” Bucky says, voice calm but serious. “I can get the boys ready for school. Lunches packed, at the front doors twenty minutes early. You need to rest, you’re sick.”

There’s a part of her that doesn’t know how to let go, though. Part of her wants to see that everything has been done properly, to do it herself, even though she feels like absolute shit.

“Cass needed his soccer uniform,” she says.

“I know,” Bucky says, his tone now slightly amused. “Sarah. Hey.”

He cups her cheek and forces her to look into his eyes, wide and blue and genuine. “Yeah?” she says.

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things I am currently doing instead of sleeping:

1) writing a fic about Bucky taking Sam’s jeans off using his mouth

2) eating a family sized box of goldfish crackers

it’s not much, but it’s honest work

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My #1 post of 2022

Sarah/Bucky - Bucky has his first night terror in front of Sarah?

Absolutely!

Night Terrors - Sarah/Bucky, 730 words

She falls asleep warm and content, the feeling of Bucky’s arms wrapped around her waist, his nose buried in the crook of her neck, breath warm against her skin. There’s no better feeling in the world - he fits behind her like a puzzle piece, a warm weight behind her, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm that Sarah matches until she feels her eyes closing, the space between blinks getting shorter and shorter, her mind drifting off into the pleasant haze of dreams.

Waking is less pleasant, though - she’s not sure what startles her at first, too disoriented from being suddenly roused to piece together what’s wrong. It’s still dark outside, the cool night breeze gusting through the open window, moonlight barely illuminating the floor on her side of the bed. It’s not until she pulls herself into a seated position and settles her breathing that she realizes Bucky has turned away from her and curled up into the fetal position, breath laboured and frantic, muscles locked completely taut, arms curled over his head as if he’s defending himself from invisible blows.

“Bucky,” she whispers, reaching out slowly with one hand. She stops, still hovering above his shoulder, suddenly unsure.

I don’t want to hurt you, he’d said three months ago before they shared her bed for the first time. I don’t always sleep very well, and I don’t always know where I am when I wake up.

Startling him awake might not be a great idea, then, but she doesn’t know what to do. It hurts to watch him like this, softly whimpering and shuddering, curling impossibly tighter onto himself, punctuated by quiet pleading in a language she doesn’t understand.

“Bucky,” she says again, louder this time. Slowly, very slowly, she eases herself out of bed and takes a step away, all too aware that he’ll never forgive himself if he lashes out at her upon waking. “Bucky, you’re having a nightmare. Wake up.”

Still no response. His pleading gets a little louder, more desperate, and despite the fact that she doesn’t know what he’s saying, she thinks he switches languages.

“Bucky, please,” Sarah says, loud and clear. “Wake up. You’re in Delacroix. You’re safe. Nobody is going to hurt you.”

“Stop,” Bucky croaks, his hands fisting into his hair, “Stop, please.”

Sarah’s heart breaks at the hoarse sound of his voice. She’s heard him angry before, she’s heard him sad, she’s heard him in all sorts of different moods, but she’s never heard him beg, never heard him plead for mercy like this. It’s one thing to know, factually, that he experienced awful things before they met, but she’s never seen him like this before, terrified, and she wants nothing more than to find a way to comfort him, to pull him out of the hell he’s trapped in.

“Bucky,” Sarah says, loud enough that she’s sure the boys must be awake by now. “Wake. Up.”

For a long moment, she thinks it hasn’t worked. Then his muscles begin to lose their tension and he slumps down with a soft, hurt noise, his hands moving away from his head until he’s got his arms wrapped around his midsection, face buried in the pillow.

“Sarah,” he says, voice hoarse.

“I’m here,” she says, because she doesn’t know what else to say. “I’m here, Bucky, you’re safe.”

Carefully, she crawls back into bed, mindful to keep a few inches of space between them. If he wants her to reach out, he says nothing, so she keeps her hands to herself.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky whispers into the pillow.

“Don’t apologize,” she says. “Can I-”

“Just keep talking,” he says, “please. I… I know where I am, when I can hear you.”

So Sarah does. She talks about everything and nothing, stories from AJ and Cass’ childhoods, from her own, stories that are bright and cheerful. She tells him about growing up in Delacroix, about the family business’ slowly improving profit margin, about her plans for breakfast tomorrow. Sarah talks until the sun starts to rise, the first golden rays of sunlight streaming in through the window, until Bucky’s arms loosen their hold around his midsection and he unfolds his legs, until his breathing finally evens out again and he lets out a soft snore, peaceful and content.

“Goodnight, Bucky,” she murmurs, and then lets herself drift back off to sleep.

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A lifetime in 10 minutes (Caleb Guinn "The Gunslinger" x reader)

Summary: After being taken by this weird spider Entity, you find yourself in a lifetime of trials against ruthless killers. However, one of these killers....sees something in you that he thought he had lost.

Tags/Warning: Mentions of death, bleeding, usual DBD stuff. Reader doesn't have any mentions of pronouns or anything that can identify them, but if you do find it, please let me know.

A/N: This one had been in my drafts for months, back when I first got DBD - so you could say this was based on real gameplay events. I can't promise if there'll ever be a part 2 though. Hope y'all enjoy! Stay safe!

You were fairly new to the Entities Realm, but you already know your way around things. You had met most killers, some more than others, and although you were sacrificed most of the time - it was worth it if it meant your fellow teammates made it out alive.

You can still remember, screaming and signalizing for the remaining survivors to leave you on the hook and escape. Some of them hated the fact that you were always the one taking one for the team - but also blamed the killer. They seemed to love fresh meat to corrupt and torture - give 'em the best welcoming package to the Entities Realm! As if stabbing and leaving you to bleed out, hanging on a hook was a welcome gift.

Yet, most survivors are but strange faces to you. Some don't even interact with you outside of trials, or even inside them. You don't blame them - this is not exactly a coffee shop to be making friends, but you hoped some of them to be more friendly at the very least. This is when Kate, Steve and Leon come in (sometimes David, or Nea), your little group of chaotic souls. Whenever you guys are on a match together, the killer must prepare for some chess playthrough. Most of the times Leon sacrifices himself to save you all, or you end up sneaking around the map to do gens, and that works.

But, you're someone who can't let things go easily, and your mind pesters around whenever something catches your attentions.

There was this one time, when you were way, way new to the Realm. You were in a match, one that ended too soon, since two of your teammates had gone down quickly, leaving you and Felix to fix 5 gens. It seemed impossible, and it was, as Felix was hunted down by Deathslinger - or what the survivors (afterwards) told you was called Caleb Quinn - and brought down to his knees. Then, you. But something happened - something that you were definitely unprepared for - the minute Caleb saw you, trembling, freshly caught from the real world like a fish, he stopped.

His larger figure looked down on you, completely exhausted with your hands on your knees, breathing hard, and giving up. You were expecting him to sacrifice you and get his four kills, but instead, Caleb put you over his shoulder and walked around - seemingly ignoring Felix, crawling his way to the exit gates, and a sight of relief escaped your throat. That relief was soon dead as the killer dropped you on the floor. A little yelp escaped you and you looked up at him, confusion splattered across your face. He had dropped you in front of the hook because- oh. The Hatch. That's what it's called right? Most of the survivors, while explaining the Realm to you, said they could still count on their fingers how many times they had found it.

Caleb left you and headed up to Felix. You hoped he would let him go as well, but you were on the brink of death, so you "jumped" in.

(...)

The camp was unusually quiet. Some of the survivors stared at you as you stepped out of the woods- apparently Felix wasn't as lucky as you were. After leaving you at the hatch, Caleb went back to kill him.

That strange trial soon faded out to the backs of your mind as more trials occured, and soon it was just a memory. None of the other killers showed you that kind of 'mercy', they just chased you around and eventually, off to the hook you go!

This particular trial had brought back that memory. You were in a match with Steve, Leon and Dwight, in the coldest of places, Ormond, and you didn't need your eyes to see - the killer was Deathslinger, his gunshots warned everybody of that. Your mind wandered off - would he show you the same mercy? No, don't be greedy. Forget about that.

You kept to yourself and sneaked around the map while cleasing totems - the survivors now call you the 'Totem Hunter' - and fixing gens. From the corners of your eyes, you could see Leon being chased by Caleb, then Steve, then Dwight got hooked twice and eventually sacrificed. The killer was being ruthless today, and you were getting nervous by the second. Despite having saved Steve from the hook, it didn't take long for the killer to be on his track.

That's when you stopped to think. Did you have one single face-to-face confrontation or chase with Deathslinger the entire match? There were a few times that you thought he had seen you, but he just walked past. You looked back to Steve, who was now on the hook again, but signalized for you to leave him alone and try to escape. You nodded relutanctly.

Yet you were too slow - and in the blink of an eye, Deathslinger had caught you and his chain was pulling you towards him. You tried to break it but again, you're not the best at reacting fast enough - and just like that, you were on the ground after a hard hit on the back. You coughed blood and waited for the worst. The killer pulled you over his shoulder and walked - and walked - and walked 'til he dropped you on the ground and looked around.

"Stay here. Don't move." With a harsh and dry voice, he ordered you to stay put, as if you could get anywhere far in your current state. You hadn't heard him speak before, so his voice surprised you - does this man ever drink water? You watched him move around - was he searching for the hatch, again?

Yet, you began to crawl away. No idea why, but you just did. Of course, he would find you quickly because of the large trail of blood behind you. Were you trying to die faster? At this point, you were too exhausted to process it.

After a while, Caleb came back and let out an annoyed huff after noticing that you tried to crawl away. He dropped you near the hatch again, as if this was going to be an occuring thing, and you saw his eyes - ignoring the phantasmagoria look, you saw what you thought was...nostalgia? As if he was looking at something - or someone - from times past. A living memory.

You fell inside the hatch before you could see anything else.

Even back at camp, you thought. What had happened? What look was that? And why was he ignoring you during trials and saving you for last?

#caleb quinn x reader #dead by daylight #dbd x reader #dbd #the gunslinger #the gunslinger x reader #dbd the gunslinger #dbd caleb quinn

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cc-writesfor2dcharacters · 3 years

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𝒯𝑜𝓀𝓎𝑜 𝑅𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁𝓈 𝓍 𝒢𝒶𝓃𝑔 𝑀𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

request: hello could you do one that the girls from Tokyo Revengers discover that you are part of a powerful gang is that you are the only female member

Y/N Gender: Female

Characters: Tachibana Hinata, Sano Emma, Shiba Yuzuha, Kawaragi Senju

The rest is up to you

a/n: i love concepts where it revolves around the reader who is a gang member! now i want to form a gang of my own thanks to all of your requests hahahaha anyway, i hope y'all enjoy this!

Hinata Tachibana

When you told her the truth about yourself, the expression on her face changed. An expression that you couldn't quite grasp.

You were nervous for a second and had second thoughts about whether or not it was the right decision to tell her. After all, gangs who are merciless wouldn't think twice but hurt people who are special to you. And, you didn't want to risk her getting hurt.

"Really? Aren't you scared that you're the only girl?" She concerningly asked as she adorably tilted her head. But, from how tight she was holding your hand, you knew she was scared. Her small hands were trembling against yours.

You assured her that you're fine and you can handle yourself.

She loves to know that you're strong enough and you can look after yourself. She accepts every bit of you and would be proud of you.

But, she wouldn't leave you behind in case you needed to treat your wounds.

She hates the idea that you risk your life for fighting. But whenever your life is on the line, you're reminded of the beautiful girl who's waiting for you to get back safe and sound.

Emma Sano

She found out about you being a member of a gang when your gang and Toman were about to have a "partnership" contract.

It just so happens that Emma tagged along with his brother because she just doesn't like being alone. And, how ironic that she'll have the knowledge that you're the only girl of a famous gang on a gang meeting with his brother.

To be honest, she wasn't fazed at all. But, she was worried since she knows some bad stuff about the other members of your gang.

You're lying if you said that everyone in your gang was nice people. They were sometimes ruthless and finds comfort in beating up others.

She'll give you a very relaxing hug and reminds you, "Just stay safe, okay? And, if anything happens, I can convince Mikey to take you to his gang. I don't want you to get hurt."

And, ever since that day, Emma would come with his brother if she knows that you'll be coming too. She'll keep an eye on you and would make sure you're okay. She overreacts sometimes whenever you get hurt, but a little assurance would give relief to her uneased mind.

Yuzuha Shiba

Despite having a brother who's the leader of the infamous 'Black Dragons', she doesn't and will never like the idea of you being in a gang filled with men.

She's even more bothered by the idea that your gang is linked to her brother's gang. Of course, she doesn't want you to be a victim of abuse and doesn't want you to go through a life filled with misogyny.

Even if you do tell her that everything's fine, she still couldn't accept it.

But, one day, when she was with you and was wearing your uniform in public, some people feared you.

Once she sees how much you love what you do and how your other members respect you, her mind will finally be put at ease.

However, prepare for a whole night's worth of scolding in case you get hurt.

She'll keep on reminding you, "Don't turn out like any of them. I want you to stay who you are. Always be the Y/N I've always loved ever since."

With that, you swore to yourself that you'll protect her at all cost. And, you wouldn't let her suffer anymore. You became stronger for her, so she wouldn't worry about you.

Senju Kawaragi

Needless I say, she was like a little kid who just received the present she's been wanting for a long time after she found out that you're a member of a gang and you're the only girl.

She'll even convince you to join her gang instead. To say that she was excited was an understatement, her whole life, she's been surrounded by grown men. But, you know that that will affect both of you.

Senju being in a gang herself was more than ecstatic by the fact that a girl her age could be as strong as her.

But, you were nowhere near her strength. After all, her brother is the God of War, and her executives are the living legends.

You bond over training your physical strength with her or shopping together just because her brother wanted her to do something ladylike once in a while.

She loves having you around but will get all pouty when you have to do something for your gang. You couldn't deny that you were having much more fun with Brahman than with your own gang.

And, a week later, you're shocked to know that your leader was willing to transfer you to Brahman. (Apparently, Senju gave orders to Wakasa and Benkei to take you from your gang. Who wouldn't be scared of those two, right?)

You couldn't be any happier to meet Senju. Now, your every day is filled with laughter and excitement. And, you sure are one lucky girl to have Brahman's princess spoil you so much.

#hinata tachibana #hinata tachibana x reader #tokyo revengers hinata #emma sano #emma sano x reader #tokyo revengers emma #yuzuha shiba #yuzuha x reader #yuzuha shiba x reader #tokyo revengers yuzuha #senju kawaragi #senju x reader #senju kawaragi x reader #tokyo revengers senju #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers girls #tokyo revengers

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heavenhatesme · 3 years

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The Miracle (1/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2K

Chapter Warnings: Alternate Universe, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Dub-con elements, Forced Orgasm

Summary: When infertility threatens mankind with extinction and there hasn't been a baby for almost 18 years, what happens when two certain super soldiers fall for the same woman and accidentally impregnate her?

18+ minors dni please!!!

A/N: Hi guys! This is my first fic!!! I complete the tags as I write. Also any mistakes are my own. Hope y'all enjoy.

The world has changed.

The sky was darker, the air was dirtier. The silence in the streets was more deafening than any scream. People have fallen into routines. Nothing new happened. And it was all because of one reason.

Human infertility have left society on the verge of extinction.

For nearly 18 years, the shrikes of a newborn haven't been heard, the laughing of kids running in the park has been forgotten.

Although most people blamed females, no one really knew the cause. Doctors never confirmed what the reason was. It just wasn't clear.

The government tried everything in order to produce a child. Their solution was to make people live in two groupes. The infected and the others. The infected lived in ruined buildings, forgotten by the rest of the world. But the others lived wherever they wanted; Although there probably never was a problem with the infected ones. Giving birth simply just stopped happening; In every family, regardless of who they are or where they live.

One of your biggest chances in your life was that when they were separating the infected from the others, you were pushed into the higher category.

You were little when all of this happened. Now, You were a new recruit and lived in the avengers compound. You were going to try to help whatever is left from the world from the past.

It was a noble purpose in this ruthless world.

Young people were trained and learned how to fight. After their training was done, they would be sent on missions all around the world. They helped people in need of shelter and rescue people from human trafficking, they also kept the infected from the others, in the hope of creation of a baby .And That's how you met them.

Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. Well nobody dared to call them by their names of course. They were the ones responsible for training the recruits. When you met them for the first time, you felt yourself getting wet only by their voice. They could've had anyone they wanted. So you didn't dwindle on the thought and focused on your training.

But sometimes you thought you were imagining Bucky's lingering gazes and Steve's touches. They would never even spare a glance on a simple girl like you. Of course the world was not the same, but they were surrounded but beautiful women and even men.

So imagine your surprise when they told you they were going to teach you some professional moves in private. Maybe after all this time they had seen something in you; So you saw an opportunity and took it.

You went to the Avengers' personal gym due to Steve and Bucky's insistence. No one other than The Avengers themselves were allowed there; But they told F.R.I.D.A.Y to let you in.

When you arrived, you found Steve and Bucky sparring. Steve's shirt was so tight it seemed it was going to rip off. Bucky was wearing a black tank top that was soaking in his sweat. His hair was out of his man bun flowing around his perfect face. You didn't realize you were staring until suddenly Steve says your name, pulling you out of your haze, "Hi. I didn't know if I should have interrupted you."

"It's okay. Come on in." Steve says panting.

You took a look at them. They seemed nervous. Bucky was the first to breake out of his trance and went to clean his sweat with a towel. You went inside and put your bag on a bench and started taking off your jacket and t-shirt. You heard the men whispering behind you. You didn't dwell on it. All of a sudden, Bucky spoke up "Doll, we need to talk."

You slowly turned around to face them, "Have I done something wrong?" You were searching your mind,trying to find what might have made them upset, but you couldn't think of anything. You always respected them.

You were deeply in thought when Bucky's voice startled you. "Not at all,doll. It's something we wanted to tell you for a time now. We just don't know how to tell you."

You were confused now. "Just tell me."

Steve inhaled and started, "As you know, Bucky and I have been by each other's side for around a century now. He was there for me when no one was and he could simply walk away as well; But he didn't. And I'll always be thankful for him."

Bucky was snickering "Shut up, punk."

Steve didn't take his eyes off you and continued on, "And I'll never let anything come between our friendship. Or anyone."

You were looking between them, baffled. "I'm sorry but I don't see how that's related to me."

Steve looked at Bucky, his eyes pleading with him to continue on. Bucky huffed and slid a hand through his hair and gathered up his courage, "We want you."

You were sure your ears were deceiving you. Did Bucky just tell you he wanted you? No, he told you he and Steve both liked you.

After what felt like hours, you finally managed to stutter "W-what?"

Bucky stepped forward, drawing your attention back to himself. "We don't want to jeopardize our friendship, so if one of us can't have you, the other can't either .But we talked and came to the conclusion that we're both okay with sharing you."

Now that takes the cake. You were gaping at them. Mouth opening and closing like fish. Was this some kind of a prank?Why would they mess with you like this? Do they do this to everyone?

You'd be lying if you said They weren't literal examples of Adonis. They could have anyone they wanted. They were simply the most handsome men you've ever seen. But maybe that's because you weren't exactly looking for a man. With your studies and now your training, you never had the time.

Your friends always told you to loosen up a bit and find someone. You just didn't seem able to communicate or simply flirt with men. But now here you were, in front of these mountains of men, wanting to have you. America's golden boy and Hydra's ex-assassin.

You were deeply in thoght when Steve came forward and stood right in front of you, taking your hand in his. "We talked about this and we know we won't feel jelousy or animosity between one another. We both want you to be our girl, not just a one night thing.We can take it slow to see where it goes,but it all depends on you. What do you say sweetheart?"

You couldn't stay here anymore. They have talked about this and it never accured to them that you might say no. What if you didn't want to be shared. Of course, you'd be lying if you said the thought didn't excite you, but you weren't looking for excitement. You shouldn't have had come here in the first place. With what courage you had left in you,you managed to say, "I-I have to go."

You went to pick up your bag. You didn't see Steve clench his jaw. Nor did you see Bucky's fists opening and closing. You didn't see the look they shared. The look of the last resort.

When you turned around you bumped into Steve's chest. You slowly looked up and found his stormy blue eyes staring back in yours intensely. Your body was frozen.You couldn't move. Your attention was drawn to Bucky when you heard him say "F.R.I.D.A.Y, lock all the gym quarters' doors and activate soundproof system."

You tried to push Steve out of your way but he took your wrists in his hands. Your eyes started to tear up. You were struggling in Steve's hold when Bucky came behind you and put his hands on your waist and whispered, "Shhhh,doll.We're here for you."

Now you started to panic. You could stop your tears anymore and they started to pour down your cheeks. "Please..." You begged, "Pl-please let me go...I won't tell anyone."

Steve's eyes softened at your pleads. He came close and started showering kisses upon your teary cheeks, your brows, your eyelids. His sweet action was calming you. He trailed his kisses to your ears. You wouldn't hear his words if not for the quiet environment, "We're gonna make you feel so good sweetheart."

Then he crashed his lips against yours. You felt his tongue immediately started dominating the kiss. He put his hand behind your head,preventing you from pulling away. The kiss was all teeth and tongue.You struggled and fought to no avail. Your strength was nothing compared to theirs; They're super-soldiers after all.

Your first kiss was supposed to be romantic. But now here you are, kissing Steve back with fever. You have no idea what has gotten into you, but now that you have had a taste, you wanted the whole thing. You wanted him to kiss every inch of your body. You wanted him to lay claim on you. You wanted him.

No, you wanted them.

You completely forgot about Bucky behind you. When you pulled away from Steve, you were breathless. You turned your head to fing Bucky's stormy blue-gray eyes staring deep into yours.

He brought his head down and took your lips in a soft and gentle kiss. His kiss was the exact opposit of Steve's. He licked your lips, asking for permission, you granted it and parted your lips enough for him to slip his tongue and explore the depths of your mouth, dancing around yours.

Steve made himself busy kissing your neck. found your sweet spot and sucked harshly. He was making sure that it would leave a bruise. He wanted everyone to know that you were theirs.

You felt a metal hand wondering on your stomach and found their way in your panties. Bucky's fingers touching your folds, searching for your clit. When he found your pussy already wet and grinding against his metal hand he groaned in your mouth making you moan for the first time.

They both halted their actions,pulling away to look at you. All of a sudden, you came to yourself and started pulling away but they didn't budge.

Bucky's fingers found your clit at the same time and started drawing lazy circles around, making you moan again.

"Fuck doll, do that again." Bucky whispered huskily.

You shook your head no. He doubled his efforts and you couldn't stop yourself. You started moaning a bitch in heat.

Bucky kissed your temple, "Just like that, doll. You're so loud and responsive. Gotta make you moan like that for the rest of my life. Gotta make you scream so the only thing you remember is my name. This is just my fingers on your cute clit, doll. Imma make you cum on my cock."

You felt a coil tightening in your stomach. You'd never orgasmed, after so many failed tries you gave up, but now Bucky's fingers were making you see stars and feel high.

Steve took your earlobe between his teeth and started whispering in your ear, "Look at you, sweetheart; Enjoing yourself, aren't ya? God, I wanna see you come so much. Been dreaming about this for a long time."

You tried to stop yourself from cumming but it was too much, and Steve's words didn't help at all.You screamed when you came. Bucky was still drawing lazy circles around your bud, helping you riding your first orgasm. When you steadied your breathing then you open your eyes and found two sets of eyes watching in adoration, admiring your wet and swollen lips.

Bucky pulled his fingers from your pussy and brought them in front of your faces.they were glistening with your juices. He put his fingers, one by one, into his mouth, humming and licking them clean.

Your eyes were wide and you couldn't look away until you heard Steve clear his throat, "I can't wait to taste you too, sweetheart."

Part 2

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merrybandofmurderers · 2 years

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tagged by @mrs-theirin so y'all get some angst from the bull/yuo fic where bull learns that yuo is a blood mage

It’s the little things that start to add up.

Lavellan won’t take healing. He never leaves camp without extra healing potions. He doesn’t deflect all the attacks he could. Particularly nasty wounds only seem to invigorate him. His wounds stop bleeding too quickly. The scent of blood lingers on him after rough fights, even after they’ve cleaned. Once, the Bull swears he caught him use a haste spell after being hit with a silence.

He’s a battlemage, sure, but that doesn’t explain all of it. Lavellan says he doesn’t like to waste the mana healing takes, but he’s a shitty liar; his eyes always give him away.

It’s not hard to guess why the boss keeps it a secret, but the knowledge unsettles the Bull. He gets nervous now whenever Lavellan touches him.

Before he can figure out how to address it, he’s invited on an excursion to the Exalted Plains. “I’m in the mood to hunt some Freemen,” Lavellan says with a vicious grin. The Bull’s not about to pass up an offer like that. Nerves aside, it’s always a pleasure to watch the boss fight.

The rest of the party consists of Cole and Solas. It’s a curious combination. The boss has something specific in mind for this adventure.

The Bull isn’t left in suspense for long. The boss picks them a fight first thing with a large group of Freemen holed up in a burnt-out house. The Freemen aren’t any more creative than the average grunt, and their greater numbers always make them arrogant. The Bull almost pities them.

One of them gets the boss into a corner. Before the Bull can intervene, Lavellan twists his wrist, and the Freeman seizes up. His limbs convulse, and his veins burst open, spattering Lavellan’s robes with red. His body slumps before Lavellan’s feet, steam blooming from the still bubbling blood.

The Bull is so shocked, he catches the warrior lunging for his blind spot too late. The woman drops to the ground before she can strike, Cole behind her, bloody daggers raised. The Bull releases the breath stuck in his throat. “Thanks, kid.”

That’s the last of them. Lavellan is looking at him, chin raised in challenge. The Bull is well-acquainted with that particular stance, like he’s throwing down a dare. But it’s different than when the Bull is facing him in bed or the training ring. His brows are drawn down, his mouth a severe, unhappy line.

Solas is standing off to the side, looking across the scarred plains as if what just happened is of no concern. Then Cole shuffles and says, “I’m sorry, The Iron Bull,” and it clicks into place.

The Bull can’t help but laugh, chagrined but impressed. People think the Inquisitor to be hot-headed and belligerent, but behind the show of a raised voice and prickly demeanor is a calculating and ruthless mind. The Bull shouldn’t have forgotten that just because Lavellan’s been sweet on him lately.

He lets his axe fall to the ground. Cole skitters away, but Lavellan doesn’t even flinch. “You really thought I’d take it that badly?” It stings, but Lavellan has no reason to trust him on this. The least the Bull can do is show he’s not interested in testing his blade against the Inquisitor’s fire.

A muscle in Lavellan’s jaw twitches. “If it’s a problem, you should tell me now.”

“If it were a ‘problem’, you’d have known as soon as I did.”

Lavellan’s eyes narrow. “You’re too smart to show your hand like that.”

This realization is more than a sting. This isn’t some conflict of ideology between comrades. The boss is worried the Bull will use this against him. Tell the Seeker or Cullen, get him torn down from his pedestal. Give the information to the Ben-Hassrath to leverage Lavellan for the Qun’s will.

“I wouldn’t do that,” the Iron Bull says.

Lavellan’s lip curls, but his eyes are anguished. He wants to believe it but can’t. The Bull doesn’t know how to convince him.

tagging @gaysolavellan, @fade-and-loathing-in-thedas, @midnightprelude, @cciarants

#my stuff #my fic #fic: the time has come #fic: through the fields #sh: yuo x iron bull

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voidstilesplease · 2 years

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getting to know you, me

rules: tag a few people you want to know better; make a new post, don't reblog!

tagged by @jimmy12427 :) thank you! i remember snorting throughout your post lmao

favorite color: gray

currently reading: as much as i'd love to be a smartass like jimmy and say 'my computer screen' (cackle), i'm actually gonna list them down. there's not a lot since i have virtually zero energy outside of work when it's not the weekend. there's the comics by greg rucka and leandro fernandez: The Old Guard: Tales Through Time. then there's a yusuf/nicolo fic on ao3 (and oh my lord, that fic, oh my lord). and my good friend @sunel0's steo fic -that is now completed on ao3, yay!- Something Dark Is Waiting in the Woods. (so proud, sonya, so proud!)

last song: Grace Kelly by Mika

last movie: Spider-Man: No Way Home (finally!)

last series: Trust: The Getty Family Saga (FX) - and oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god. this is to blame for my falling in love with another ruthless criminal. there is no way luca's ass in those tight pants wasn't a deliberate trap for horny bitches. there is just no way-

sweet, spicy, or savory: savory 😏

coffee or tea: coffee

three ships: steo, kaysanova, thomally - my favorites atm! (it's ridiculous how guilty i'm feeling for the otps i didn't mention asgdgdjs. the "atm" has to be emphasized or i'd choke)

first ship: sasusaku

currently working on: i wish i actually were, but none as of yet (regarding the WIPs). maybe planning on a post + aesthetic for steo, and that's about it.

favorite piece of clothing: tank tops

comfort food: salted peanuts

favorite time of year: christmas!

fave fanfic: yeah no. this is impossible to pinpoint, i'm not even gonna try. if someone can actually do this, good for y'all.

tagging: if you want to @theheightofdishonor, @cescalr, @its-tea-time-darling, @exlibrisfangirl, @blue-eyedbeta, @iwritesinsnotstraightlines, and anyone interested, ofc :)

#tag games #sorry i tend to say a lot on these games lmao

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yanderecandystore · 3 years

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Can we get some content for how the Android darling and Ms. Bright would meet?

In this [🍰🍑🤖] we get a glimpse of what their relationship is like and a lil mention of how things have worked out- But let's see how it played out from the a.is perspective.

Hi boo, I hope you're doing great, I'm very sorry for the long ass waiting- Sadly I may warn y'all that I have gone through many stages while writing this: h 0 r ny, corny, and angsty. This is actually pretty heavy, as I tried pulling some of the loose threads that I left all over Ingrid's posts (I still need to give her an bio ;-; I'm sorry y'all-)

So this is all over the place, since this is a fic I've been writing for a long time.

Also I know jackshit about robotics, and I think this fic shows how much I don't know anything XD

TW: Family issues related to: LGBTQ identity // very angsty // Ingrid is very rude, but she also struggles a lot during this- // socially distant // socially awkward // being misinterpreted/having a hard time socializing //

Tags: angy sad lady // ownership dynamic // this is basically the reader reminiscing about the past (continuing it from where Happy Lies left off) // the reader is low-key a simp at times- // master x servant dynamic, possessive behavior and a lot of yelling // just angsty really, I'm so sorry //

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Happy birthday, mistress [Yandere!CEO OC x A.I!Reader - Short Fanfiction]

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Whenever you remember your first day of activation, or more accurately your first day of actually being able to be activated for more than five seconds (you can't remember it fully, but you're aware that because of your complex design, you had passed through a lot of prototype phases before you could properly function-), you almost feel an odd sense of nostalgia, maybe due to the fact it was indeed the most important day of your existence as an android.

It was Ms.Bright's nineteenth birthday, when she would be handed the corporation that has been passed down by generations. And not only would she inherit the company, but also a beautifully designed a.i assistant made to help Ms.Bright's every need. You were made to be an easy communication center from Ms.Bright to the employees, as Ms.Bright's had a hard time communicating with people and expressing herself.

At first, she didn't seem to enjoy the idea very much- It was clear that she considered you to be quite annoying and useless. And- Well- It did hurt at first, after all, you were built to help her and be her friend no matter what.

So hearing her be mean towards you was… Very tough at first. Your first day as her assistant wasn't easy, you ended up getting in her way most of the time- And since she also didn't know exactly what she was doing, she got overwhelmed by so many things going down in one single day.

Ingrid has always dreamed of being in power of the company- Actually, now that you know her a little more- You can positively say she was probably just stressed at having to deal with so many responsibilities so suddenly, even if it has been her lifelong wish to inherit the company.

And even if it seems impossible at times, she would still come back strong and find a way to deal with it. That's something you really admire about her.

Your first week on the job was basically just trying to get accustomed and trying to learn everything you needed to do- While also trying to understand Ms.Bright as best as you could. Now… You weren't built to say this- And- And of course you don't think like this anymore, but…. You used to think she was really mean.

Frightening, even.

Now that you're all alone waiting for her to get back from work, you can't help but feel like replaying those moments inside your head.

"{... Replaying recorded conversation n°000050: "My second day at work"...}"

" Oh, what are you doing here?"

" Morning Ms.Bright! I-I was rechecking the files from yesterday and I was trying my best to reorganize them, a-after the incident-"

" The "incident" that you caused yesterday?"

" Well, yes, of course! I wanted to fix things up before you came back, I'm really sorry for being so reckless, I promise I won't do it again, I was just-"

"It 's fine. You don't need to worry about it."

" But… But I thought-"

" The files you had messed with weren't really all that important, and besides I'm sure there are copies all around the place. Sigh, who am I kidding- In reality, I should be the one apologizing for my behavior yesterday."

"...."

" I recognize that I shouldn't have treated you the way that I did, in a sense it's my fault you lost those files in the first place."

" … Well, it's nothing really mistress, I'm the one who should-"

" No, don't even finish it. You shouldn't have to apologize and shouldn't have spent the night wasting your battery on this-"

"...."

".... You know what, do whatever- I sometimes forget that you are… Nevermind, come back to my office as soon as you can."

"{... End of recorded conversation n°000.000.050… }"

You never knew what she was going to say, but you remember not being able to ask her that- As you were afraid of her potentially getting mad at you for asking too many questions. She always seemed so ruthless at times.

You remember the time you went to a family event with her, a family party, where an incident happened and she was absolutely livid. Your relationship with her wasn't so pretty at the time, you don't know why but- Your mistress didn't seem to trust you as much as you wish she did at the time.

"{... Replaying recorded conversation n°000.001.588: "First party ever- And it was very unpleasant" ...}"

" What's the matter with you?! Why can't you follow simple instructions- I told you to stay here and not mess around."

" I'm. So. Sorry. Mistress-"

" Even your vocal module is broken- Who told you to enter that pool in the first place?? You can't tell me you did something so stupid all on your own."

" I. Slipped.-"

" Am I a joke to you? I've said tell me who gave you the order to jump in the goddamn pool while everyone else was inside- Don't you dare start lying to me."

" … One of the. Party guests. Lost something. Inside the water. I tried helping them. But I started to. Malfunction."

" … Sigh, okay. Continue."

" It wasn't. Their fault. I did it. On my own. I was just- Trying. To help."

" By throwing yourself inside a pool when you're well aware of the damage the water can cause to your inner systems?!"

" I'm sorry!"

" You could have- No, you SHOULD have called someone else to help you, I can't believe it- You could have drowned in there and I wouldn't even be aware of that since I was inside the house, [Y/n]!"

" …. But Ms.Bright. I can't drown-"

" Yeah, yeah- I know you-... I know you can't drown."

" … Listen, you could have still gotten yourself hurt okay? You could have permanently damaged your systems, and if I wasn't made aware of what happened, I wouldn't have been able to take you out of the water in time, okay?"

"... Sigh, I just realized how much I have been yelling, everyone is probably scared now that I've made such a scandal. This… Isn't really a new thing to me, I'm accustomed to ruining parties like this. I'll have to apologise later to everyone. [Y/n], please just- When I ask you to stay still, please listen to me. I was worried about you."

"...."

"{... End of recorded conversation n°000.001.588 ...}"

You can't deny it- Whenever she was truly irritated she could make any person next to her feel threatened, though the more you look at your recordings, you feel like she doesn't really want to be feared like this. Respected? Absolutely. Feared? Not ideal, but she takes it anyway.

You have a couple of different recordings here and there, your memories are separated into sections. You have recordings of events in several formats: pictures, videos, texts and audio recordings. Though the one you use the most is audio recordings, since videos take a very big space inside your mind, and pictures need context, otherwise they wouldn't be considered memories, right?

You can't have many memories at a time because most of your mind is supposed to be used to store the company's files, so you do have a couple of memories that you have deleted to make space for the Bright Vision's more secret/personal documents. Since Ingrid took you home yesterday, and said you won't be going to work for the company anymore, then maybe you can find somewhere else to store those files so you can make space for new memories with Ms.Bright.

First, you'll need to recheck some of your own memories to see if they're worth holding onto. There is probably a lot of junk in there that you won't be needing anymore, which can be a bit tedious and take some time, but you clearly have enough time on your hands to do so, considering how she is not home and- Well, you're pretty bored, you already done everything that she asked you to do.

Honestly, she gave such small tasks today, she probably didn't plan to change your work environment so suddenly.

After about an hour of research through your data you have realized that even if you have way too many files, it's kinda hard to delete them. At first you didn't mind the idea of deleting certain stuff, but now it feels a bit sad to erase parts of your memory, you just had so many good times and- And even the bad times are worth remembering, right?

It has been an hour of you just standing there, trying your best to not delete anything important while also revising each recording you have. Most files are a bit out of order, numerically speaking, but you don't mind that too much cause- Well, you can always reorganize them later.

… You never actually do that, but you like to think that one day you will, though.

After so many recordings of conversations, you found one who didn't seem to really belong in your head. You see, you always title every single thing inside your personal archives so that it doesn't get mixed with other files- All of your memories have a specific title so that you can have an idea of which is which.

The thing is- You don't remember this file, the title seems off, and it seems like it's incomplete. Oddly broken. Still, you decided to take a listen and try to remember what happened in this event.

"{... Replaying recorded conversation n°000.068.xxx: "I yell too much" ...}"

"...."

This is a very silent audio, there seems to be some background noise happening, but you can't make out what's happening. This audio sounds distorted, edited maybe. Someone tried messing with your memories but they weren't able to completely erase this file.

Maybe they were inexperienced at the time.

"...."

You think you heard something, it sounded closer to you- It sounded like someone possibly sitting down next to you. You don't know who it is, or what it is

"...."

".... I'm such a mess. Why am I doing this? Why does this feels so-"

"...."

It seems like someone is speaking, but you're not speaking back. Even in this heavily edited audio, you can still make out what sounds to be a feminine voice.

".... I'm sorry for, well, using you this way. It feels- So, so weird."

"...."

".... I just want… No, I need to vent to you for a while, even if you won't remember what I'm going to say."

This audio gives you an odd sensation. You think you're starting to recognize who this is- But then again, who else could it be, if not Ms.Bright herself?

" I never did this before, with something so- Human like- With something so human looking. I used to record my thoughts on my phone but I thought I would never need to vent with an object before- But here I am! Making a fool of myself…"

"...."

The speaker, who you assume to be Ingrid, seems to be having a lot of trouble speaking, her voice is cracking and her breathing seems uneven. She sounds out of breath, and she takes a lot of pauses to be able to speak her mind.

"...."

".... I have…. Thought about opening myself in this way because- Because I have no one else to listen to it, and I guess I can only blame myself for it. I know I'm difficult, I know I'm rude and I know I come across as a tyrant to everyone else- I- I really don't know what 's wrong with me, okay?!"

" Years, and years, and years of training, of studying, of planning to become the very next owner of this corporation as it's already not only a job but also a very painful family tradition that I felt proud of! That I gave everything that I could to be part of! I remember wanting this so bad, I remember how I used to daydream about this stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid tradition when I was a little kid who just wanted to do more, to be more!"

".… I almost lost all of this. 19 years of my life that were threatened to be thrown in the trash just because I- Because I'm not his son??! Because I- I'm not his only "son" anymore??.... Who said I ever was- Who said I ever was his son…?"

".... I- I know all about the stupid, awful and extremely unnecessary tradition of passing the leadership from father to son, and to this very day- inside the same office all of my predecessors had went through- I still think that tradition is garbage. I always thought I wouldn't make it here, I always thought something would stop me from being the next face of Bright Vision."

".... I can't tell- If I always knew about this- I can't even imagine how I knew this considering the dumb kid that I was, but…"

".... I'm his daughter. I'm Mr.Bright's only daughter, and the only possible heir to this twisted company."

" The people outside think our only focus it's on robotics and technology of all kinds. I wish I could go back to thinking that too, it would have been so much simpler that way."

" After a very long fight about my rights as the heir to this- Company. My father thought it would be wise to move to the countryside. Far away from all of this. And to be fair, I was- So, so mad at him that I thought that him moving away from here and letting me be would be better, but every now and then I- I miss him. I miss him so much…."

"He sent me a birthday present today. After three years of absolute silence he sends me flowers and- And a gift card containing his number… And I- Called him despite everything, and even so to this day he can't even say my name- IT'S BEEN THREE YEARS AFTER HE LEFT ME ALL ALONE WITH THIS CURSED BUSINESS AND HE STILL CAN'T FUCKING. SAY. MY. NAME."

You felt scared at the sudden yelling, even if her voice was progressively getting more aggressive and louder, you still got caught up by the sudden yelling.

".... I'm- A mess- I know that now."

You can't understand what's going on, but it sounds like she started laughing… Or maybe crying? Probably both.

".... I'm just terrible at this. I always was, weren't I? I'm just terrible at these types of interactions- Maybe all of them! I just don't understand how to- How to do it?? I don't know anymore…."

".... That's why I have you, in the first place, isn't it?"

" I had such an awful time expressing myself that they gave me an overpriced doll to do it for me. When I first heard about this three years ago, I- I've felt so fucking pitiful."

" Can you imagine it? The CEO of such a big corporation is so difficult to deal with that she needs an overly glorified doll that can translate her words to the other employees! An a.i created just to help me, an absolute idiot!"

".... I've felt so angry at them- I felt so angry at him for having to build a robot just to be a comfort pet to the stressful work that I would have to do for the rest of my position as owner of Bright Vision Corp, and I was mad at you! You pissed me off to no end, and I- I just couldn't help but be frustrated at you, not for being in my way, but for being an reminder that I'm awful at this-"

"...."

Her sobs stopped her from continuing that sentence.

".... I've treated you so unfairly because of this. I- I made sure that whenever you looked at me you would feel terrified of me because that's the only way I thought I could be respected, that's the only way I thought you would listen to me, and yet you never did…. You weren't built to follow my every order perfectly, you were made to be literally my only friend, after 22 years, here you are- The only person that can get me isn't even an actual person-"

"..... And I forget this…! I forget this every time I look at your eyes, I forget how robotic you are whenever I see you helping others not because you were told to, but just because you thought you could."

"...."

".... I always forget that you're supposed to be just another robot… He really did think about everything when designing you."

".... I always catch myself being awful towards you, being- Being excessively rude, not because of my way of talking but because of my own petty feelings towards you as my assistant… As my friend, as my android, as my-"

"...."

"..... I'm so sorry for being like this, you don't deserve to have someone who is constantly being mean towards you be considered your boss- Your boss, your friend- ...Sigh, even your owner…"

" I'm sorry [Y/n], I'm really, really sorry- But it doesn't matter how many times I say that- I don't know if I can ever make it up to you. Words won't heal any wounds, they never did."

"...."

".... But maybe actions will."

"...."

" I'll stop being so harsh on you, you really don't deserve this- I was feeling weird about using your recording system to vent like this, but now that I think about it I have been using you as a venting mechanism since the day we met……. I'm- I'm so goddamn awful."

"...."

" "How can someone so in love be so cruel?".... Would you be able to answer me if you were conscious?.... I don't think you would, no one has been able to tell me the right answer yet."

".... I hope I can be better- I will be better."

"...."

" I just need to remember how to delete this file before you wake up- I hope I can do that. End recording."

"{... End of recorded conversation n°000.068.xxx …}

………….

It took you about an hour or so to be able to process what you have just listened to. And even then, you weren't able to fully comprehend what happened.

Ms.Bright- No, Ingrid- Ingrid has used your recording system while you were out, she probably tried deleting the file but because she was inexperienced with your kind of technology, she decided to just edit it and try to make it unlistenable.

It was- Barely audible but you still got to understand some of it.

Did she- Did she forget to completely erase it? Did she forget entirely??? You're not sure.

You don't know why but a sudden wave of- Something- Something feels so odd about this-

You don't know how to respond really. You don't feel mad about her ranting to you, you don't even feel bad about her ranting to you while you weren't aware- You feel bad, but not because of her but because of the emotional turmoil she has been hiding from you.

Should you do something? Should you say something?? How do you even- You don't know how respond to this-

You're programmed to comfort her, yet- This file is already old, and she didn't want you to remember this so maybe it won't be the best idea to bring it up, but what can you do??!

Maybe you just need to rethink this through, maybe you should listen to audio again, and try to figure out what's the best way to help her out when she comes back.

You're honestly baffled at the idea that someone like her had so much to confess to- You probably shouldn't have seen her as an unstoppable goddess in the first place, but then again- Even after hearing her open herself, even after listening to her insecurities- Your opinion of her hasn't changed.

She was holding this for so long, no wonder she always seems on edge.

She 's only human. Yet you never really saw her as just that.

She was always so much larger than you, so much stronger than what your fabricated body was, and she always sounded so much smarter and- And she was just always so… Terrifyingly beautiful to you.

Ingrid Bright was always considered a very good looking individual, but no one ever considered her to be much else because of her way of speaking to others (which may sound rude and occasionally condescending, causing others to avoid her as much as they could), but you always thought she was so much more than that-

It's hard to even explain it really, ever since you met you have started to understand the concept of how beauty and fear can mix together, you find her to be so beautiful, yet her demeanor and stature makes you feel afraid of her for some reason- And even worse than that, the fear she may unconsciously bring you makes her seem more beautiful in your eyes.

You shouldn't think of her as scary or frightening, she is your boss, your master and your owner, there is no reason for why you should feel this way towards her- But then again, there is no reason for you to even feel in the first place, you were just built to do so.

You don't think she means harm to anyone, after getting to know her you realize why her behavior can be misinterpreted as mean and scary- Ms.Bright always had a hard time socializing with others, even her family had a hard time understanding her, so maybe that's why she grew to have such a tough exterior.

As someone that was built to make the communication between CEO and employees easier, you've had to learn to understand her to be able to help others understand her as well, and vice versa. It wasn't easy, and you wouldn't say that you know her completely well- But you feel proud of the work you have done so far, you're her loyal companion but more importantly a friend.

Funny how much you learned not only about her, the employees, or even the business of the company- But also about humans in general in these five years of working for her, it makes you feel more whole when you remember how much you have achieved.

You hope you can somehow help her right now, and to help her from here on out. You decide to wait for her and possibly talk about how she feels and how she deals with said feelings. Hopefully all ends well.

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Sorry for the loose ending! I was feeling very tired ;-; but if anyone wants it I could totally make a second chapter with a better ending.

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