#clearing out my drafts box

[tinesleftnipple]

The stark contrast of everyone else writing reports vs these two

[casscainmainly]

This genre of Cass thoughts 😭😭

Batgirl (2000) #7 // Batgirl (2024) #3

[thebumblingbookbee]

The Kit and Ty fight is actually fucking insane really.

Because neither one owes the other one anything but feels as though they owe eachother everything.

Ty does not owe Kit an apology for going through with the ritual. The world he may owe an apology to but Kit? Kit knew full well what they were doing he just couldn't face the reality until it was too late. He couldn't face his fear of losing Ty until he realised there was more than one way to lose someone and if Ty did this then he would lose him anyway.

Kit is not owed an apology. But yet he is.

Ty is not responsible for the fact that Kit didn't express his concerns or back out sooner.

Ty does not owe Kit an apology for Kit deciding to help him.

Ty does not even owe Kit an apology for not responding to his declaration. It was too much to process for both of them. The sad thing is Ty did not owe Kit love back. Just because Kit tells him he loves him does not mean that Ty has to say it back. It is the socially acceptable thing but Ty is not responsible for the trauma Kit has around love and the expressing of it.

And yet he did hurt Kit when he did that. A hurt so deep it left scars on Kits bones. It's obvious that Johnny was not a big expresser of love and he was Kit's main human contact for a long time. Kit aches for love, like a kind of constant ache in your chest of need. So when Ty didn't respond the damage that did despite not being intentional was devastating.

The other thing Kit told Ty what he wanted then and there. "I will help you but not if you do this Ty". Kit made it clear that if Ty followed through with the ritual he would lose Kit that Kit would not help him anymore even if he did love him. Whether Ty didn't understand what Kit meant or choose to ignore it he can't be surprised that Kit left. He did exactly what he told Ty he would do.

Kit needs to forgive Ty for asking him to help him, he needs to forgive himself for agreeing to help him. Kit needs to accept that he should have intervened sooner, that his declaration was poorly timed for Ty who was already at the maximum amount of input he could bear.

But Ty needs to accept that he hurt Kit by not saying anything at all. He needs to find a way to see and ease that hurt or Kit will always be fearful.

Ty is not owed an apology either. But also he is.

Kit broke his trust. He feels lied to even if Kit never outright lied. Kit told him he loved him but he hardly has time to process that, when Ty is clearly a process and digest it and split it apart before he reacts kind of boy. He is not okay right now, grieving while in denial about that grief. His main sources of comfort and steadiness gone (Livvy and Julian) and now all he has to rely on is this plan and Kit. But now he can't rely on Kit to help him and he feels untethered again. The only thing he can do is try to stay to the plan, show Kit it's going to be okay, bring Livvy back and the world will be steady again, he can breath again. But it doesn't work. And now he doesn't know what he feels it's a new feeling of pain he can't handle and Kit is still in shock behind him frozen in place.

What Ty did was illegal and dangerous. He put himself and Kit, his family and honestly the world in horrendous danger. He did this having just witnessed the harm such actions can cause and after having been warned against it.

However arguably the worst thing is doing what he did to Livvy herself. He has taken away all agency and her basic rights because he loved her too much to imagine living in a world without her. He didn't see what Kit did, that having Livvy like that was not better than losing her in fact it might be worse.

Kit can see the wrongness of what they did to his friend. Can you imagine living with feeling you had committed a crime against nature and had done so to someone you loved? I think a large part of what Kit feels is guilt for what he had a part in doing to Livvy.

Both Kit and Ty were in positions of immense vulnerability. To outside forces but also to each other. Ty was the only person Kit had left in the world. Ty had so much pain and grief he couldn't be expected to process Kit's reliance on him. To understand the almost pressure Kit was feeling to follow along with him. Kit should have recognised that Ty wasn't okay but also Kit is not responsible for Ty and was grieving himself.

Then there is the aftermath. The secrets they must now both keep. The size of this secret to keep for someone you no longer wish to speak to is quite intense. The fight on the battlefield is the last they speak and it's not speaking it's screaming.

"I wish I'd never met you" and it's not a lie. I think Kit has never really lied to to Ty. He said that because he meant it, he wished he had never met Ty because if he hadn't he wouldn't be in this pain he is in now. He would never have to face what Ty did, what Kit helped him do. Not knowing Ty would have been better to this feeling of guilt and pain and grief and love.

The interesting thing is that at this point Kit is already done. He wants no more to do with Ty but Ty is still in it. The last thing Ty heard from Kit was his love and his declaration of never wanting to be apart from him. Ty thinks this can be fixed, it's what he has seen his whole life! People who love each other fight but they don't stop loving each other they stay around, Ty has only ever seen pretty positive associations with love and arguments. Love always conquered anger. But for Kit it's over already. Anger is stronger, guilt is stronger.

"I wish I'd never met you" oh god the agony, your first friend, the boy who choose to stay because you asked him to, who let you give him his first mark, who held you while you cried, who makes you blush when he smiles at you, your Watson saying "I wish I'd never met you". The confusion?? the pain??

Yet they protect each other moments after this, Kit with his magic and Ty with his slingshot, yet they still think of each other and ask after each other.

In Kit's mind Ty put and end to them when he cast that spell.

In Ty's mind Kit put an end to them when he left.

How do you even begin to pull apart who owes who what when you owe each other everything?

[feral-ass-raccoon]

having aphantasia is so fuckin trippy actually bc i just

- what do you mean when people said "picture this" they meant it. like actually meant it in a literal sense

- yea i know my oc's designs in theory obviously but when i put it down on paper it doesn't look right. no i can't 'see' it in my mind. what

- do i know what my conscience[s] are saying??? yes. am i actually hearing them??? no wtf [not sure if this counts since i think aphantasia is more about the visual thinking but oh well]

- can i describe a honeycrisp apple in extreme detail?? also yes. no i am not seeing the apple i just know what it looks like

- people with photographic memories. that cannot be real. what in the actual fuck you can pull up images of things you've seen/done on command?????? there's no way

idk its just wild that some people can see things. in their head. when they think abt it. sounds fake but okay

[the-hot-zone]

can u tell me when u publish ur zombie story so i can buy it

yes i shall hehe! thank u kai <3

[whitetiger-byakkomaru]

{ Somehow managed to get Shinya's drafts down to five after so long. Hopefully I can end up finishing the rest of them at some point because I wanna clear Shinya out already so I can move onto another blog. }

[hatredcurse]

THREE DAY WEEKEND LET'S GOOOOOO.

[tecchous-thicc-buttocks]

would you rather..confront someone or be confronted?

HMMMM i would say be confronted because I do a lot of confrontation and have never been shy about it. but BEING confronted means that there's something that has been eating away at someone else and that I didn't know about it. the surprise of learning about someone feeling strongly bc of something i did is so interesting and mortifying at the same time and i love it. i wish people would be honest more often. i wish they would be honest with themselves more often. i wish it were easier to be honest and confront yourself.

[ohhtobeagooner]

due to a combination of things, i will not be online for the next two weeks. i’m fine, just taking an enforced “screen detox” retreat. i hope it doesn’t all go to shit while i’m away, but if it does, i’ll be back for you all anyway💗💗💗 -tash

[destiny-in-the-universe]

i dont read many fanfics in general, but from what couple ive seen of yours, theyre like you.

absolutely awesome sauce.

Shoot, thank you! I appreciate that a lot. I'm starting to clear my inbox, but I've started replying out of order to be honest- thank you so much for this!

My fics are everything to me and I'm glad other people have come to enjoy them, including yourself!

[promiscxous]

♡ . ◞ * 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 / 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 .

ANIMAL: Black Panther — Courage, valor, beauty, grace, challenge, feminine power, and rites of passage. The black panther is a courageous guardian, blessed with ancient maternal lunar power, who is drawn towards solitary people. Fierce feminine power resides within you. // Black Mamba — Transformation and rebirth. The black mamba often symbolizes shedding old patterns and behaviors in order to make room for new ones. It can be a sign that you are ready to let go of something in order to move forward. The black mamba is also associated with the idea of prophecy and divination.

COLOR(S): Gold — Reminiscent of luxury, success, achievement, triumph, royalty, and fortune, the color gold is named after the precious metal of the same name. The meaning of the color gold is multifaceted, often denoting generosity and compassion, as well as being synonymous with divinity and power in many religious settings. // Purples — Royalty, nobility, luxury, power, and ambition. Purple also represents meanings of wealth, extravagance, creativity, wisdom, dignity, grandeur, devotion, peace, pride, mystery, independence, and magic. // White — Purity, perfection, honesty, cleanliness, and beginnings. Surveys in Europe and the United States repeatedly link the color white to forms of purity.

MONTH: February — Vibrant symbols that reflect its unique character. The color popping bloom, the violet, symbolizes faithfulness and remembrance, while the amethyst birthstone enhances awareness and spirituality, providing much-needed warmth and energy during this cold, dark month.

SONGS: Aishite Aishite Aishite (English Cover)【JubyPhonic】愛して愛して愛して // My Chemical Romance - The Light Behind Your Eyes // Smoke and Mirrors - Cover by Lollia feat. ‪@sleepingforestmusic // Fuckarias - Those Dancing Days // 【Miery】- Lie // Dead or Alive 4 - Official Soundtrack 'My Grave' Track 66 // SRNO ft. Gia Koka - Give It All Up // Blackbriar - Through the Crevice

DAY OR NIGHT: Night — Darkness and night therefore symbolize a world without God’s presence, night always occurs when suffering is worst.

PLANTS AND FLOWERS: Wisteria Frutescens — Longevity, endurance, love, affection, youth, poetry, friendship, homesickness, longing, elegance, grace, romantic ambiance. // Dicentra Spectabilis — Love, pain or sorrow, compassion, unrequited love, purity and innocence, true love. // Lycoris Radiata — Death, reincarnation, life cycle, abandonment, afterlife, personal growth, life's transient beauty, manjushake.

SMELL: Roses — Love and passion, tranquility, relaxation, ethereal beauty, versatility, longevity, complexity. The rose is a universal symbol of love and passion, and is often used in perfumes to enhance mood and emotional well-being. The scent of rose is associated with positive emotions such as tranquility. The fragrance of roses was said to relax and clear the mind. The scent of roses can be both feminine and masculine, and blends well with a variety of other notes. The scent of rose can vary widely, from sweet and honey-like to rich and spicy.

GEMSTONE: Amethyst — Royalty, christianity, love, healing, feng shui, intuition.

SEASON: Spring — New beginnings, hope and optimism, renewal, impermanence, rebirth and resurrection, growth, education, and development.

FOOD: Candy — Goodness, pleasure, reward, and temptation. // Desserts — Sweetness and love.

ELEMENT: Darkness — Evil, foreboding, sadness, mystery, ignorance. Darkness is the opposite of light, and light is often associated with salvation, spiritual growth, and discernment. // Moon — Time, femininity, knowledge, the afterlife, hope, nature, emotions. Waxing and waning, the moon is a sign of constant change. Moral instability, the changing heart, the gullible mind, and our frequently vacillating resolve.

DRINK: Rose Tea — Love, purity, friendship, gratitude, happiness, confidentiality, balance, emotional resonance, timelessness. An herbal infusion that can be used to unwind. It may also have functional benefits, such as aiding digestion, nourishing the skin, and balancing temperature. Rose tea may also have natural anti-inflammatory properties and can potentially enhance sleep and mood. // Wine — Divine gift, sacred drink, knowledge and wisdom, prestige and wealth, love and romance, taste and class, mystical properties, and Dionysus. Wine often connotes happiness and friendship. It is also a symbol of transformation, as grapes undergo transformation when they are fermented. Because of its importance in the Near East, wine may also symbolize sustenance and life. // Cocktail — Free thinking, celebration, relaxation, cultural significance, and status symbol. They can symbolize celebration. They can evoke feelings of fun or sophistication. Or they can simply be a great way to unwind and relax after a hard day's work.

Tagged by: @chrysnae

Tagging: I have no idea who to tag anymore so just steal it from me and tag me.

[cherrygirlfriend]

── THREE INCIDENTS ❤︎

❤︎ pairing: spencer x gf!reader

❤︎ summary: three different incidents that revealed to spencer’s team that he has a girlfriend.

❤︎ warnings / tags: fluff!

❤︎ author's note: i got a new tattoo on my wrist yesterday so it’s been a bit more difficult to write but i had this in my drafts!! hope you like it sweetiepies <3

SPENCER REID MASTERLIST ❤︎

incident number one - the mystery of the baked goods.

"where did they come from?" emily asked with furrowed brows, her head cocked to the side. "i have no idea..." morgan mumbled in response. "did you ask garcia if she brought them?"

"brought what?" garcia walked into the kitchen area, a wide smile on her face until she saw what was on the table, "oh."

"baby, did you bring those?" morgan asked, making the blonde shake her head, "no idea where they came from." "why's everyone gathered around-" jj's sentence was interrupted once she spotted the same thing garcia had. "do you think they're poisoned?" garcia whispered.

"what's going on, guys?" spencer came into the kitchen area with a smile on his lips, but unlike everyone else, he ignored what they were looking at, making a beeline towards the coffee maker, pouring some into his cup. "cupcakes." garcia responded.

spencer turned to face them with a slightly amused expression on his face, looking between the box of cupcakes to his team, "what about them?" he asked, lifting the coffee cup to his lips, "they just appeared there." emily said, making spencer let out a breath of a laugh, "no they didn't. i brought them."

"you? what'd you bring cupcakes for, kid?" morgan asked, "did i forget someone's birthday?" "no." spencer shrugged, "i brought them just because. if you guys don't want them i can—" "nope, we'll take them." morgan interrupted, grabbing a cupcake, the rest following suit.

that evening, spencer got to his apartment, recognizing the sound of debussy's rêverie playing on the record player and the sound of sizzling coming from the kitchen. he took off his satchel and placing it in its usual spot. when he made his way into the kitchen, he saw you standing at the stove, a wooden spatula in your hand. spencer leaned his head on the doorway, a small smile as he watched you.

when you finally noticed spencer, a wide smile overtook your face, "hey there, stranger. how was work?" "tiring." he smiled, taking slow steps towards you. spencer wrapped his arms around your middle and pressing himself close to you, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. "how was your day?"

"it was good." spencer mumbled, pressing a kiss against your neck that made you shiver. "they liked the cupcakes you made." "they did?" you smiled, "they did." "maybe i'll start baking more often."

and so... the BAU break room started having homemade baked goods every week. and every time, spencer said that he was the one who brought them.

incident number two - the mystery of the TARDIS mug.

spencer was seated at his desk, going over paperwork yet occasionally glancing at the clock on the wall as if willing it to move. spencer picked up his cup, taking a long sip of coffee, only to hear a loud gasp come from next to him.

when he lowered his cup, he saw garcia staring at it with wide eyes, "oh. my. god." she exclaimed, "where did you get that?"

spencer looked at the cup in his hand, a slight fond smile on his lips as he was brought back to the moment you gave him the TARDIS-shaped mug, the man beaming at you before lurching forward and pressing his lips on yours.

"oh, it was a gift." spencer smiled softly, "i don't know where it's from, but i'll ask her and i'll let you know."

penelope's smile quirked up at his response, "her?"

spencer cleared his throat, turning back to the paperwork and pretending to focus on it again, "it was from a friend." he replied quietly, but garcia still walked away with a grin on her lips.

incident number three - the mystery of the go-bag.

spencer had an eidetic memory, which made it nearly impossible for him to forget anything.

but that morning, his alarm clock had malfunctioned, and he was running late, and somehow... he had forgotten to take his go bag with him after having taken it to home to wash it.

hotch had said that they'd be leaving in thirty minutes, but it'd take spencer about forty-three minutes just to get to his apartment, and another to get back, and he couldn't possibly ask the team to stand back... he heard the ding! of the elevator, but the man ignored it. maybe he could call you and ask you to-

his train of thought was interrupted by someone clearing their throat, and when he looked up, spencer's eyes widened in surprise to see you standing in front of him, holding up his go-bag with your eyebrows raised and a slightly teasing smile. "you forgot something."

spencer rose to his feet, making his way over to you, completely unaware of the looks the two of you were receiving, "thank you, i just realized i didn't have it with me." your boyfriend said with an appreciative smile, "you also left your phone home." you chuckled softly, cocking your head to the side and holding out his phone, the man taking it and slipping it into his satchel, "thank you for bringing me these. i'll call you later, alright?"

"alright." you pressed a kiss too spencer's cheek, "love you."

"love you too." spencer replied, waving at you as you took a couple steps backwards, before turning around and walking to the elevator. he watched as you pressed the button, turning to look at him one more time and waving at him before getting onto the elevator.

"you have some explaining to do, pretty boy." morgan grinned, pressing his hand on spencer's shoulder, making the man's cheeks start to turn red.

[guardian-of-dreams]

The young woman that NiGHTS soon found was seen held hostage by Reala. She noticed NiGHTS approach the two. “Please... You have to help me...” She said to the purple nightmaren.

♢ — NiGHTS knew that someone had called them for help, but they certainly didn't expect to see a visitor being held captive by Reala, especially since he normally tried to steal the visitors Ideyas instead of outright imprisoning them. Though it seemed as if Reala wasn't quite paying attention to the visitor (probably lost in one of his various deep monologues as per usual), thus why they took this chance to quickly fly over to towards the female before reaching out to take them by the hand. "Here," NiGHTS speaks both quietly and gently to the other, "take my hand so we can get out of here before Reala comes back to his senses."

[kierahn]

FUELED BY HATE. [ academic rival x m ! reader ]

summary : you were the best in your entire batch while he stays in second place. nick initially thought that the rivalry between you and him would end after graduating, but it seemed like fate had other plans. you recently joined his workplace and stole his spotlight once more. after years of being overshadowed, nick has had enough and decided to finally put you in your place; below him, right where you belonged.

content warning : blackmail ✧; character despises reader ✧; non/dubcon nsfw ✧; cigarette burns ✧; degradation

masterlist !

✩ i’m so sorry for disappearing for almost a year ! i recently started my first year of college, and things have been hectic for me so far. i'll try writing more often now that I've adjusted better :] ✩ this is a draft i left before i disappeared. i decided to refine it before working on newer stuff. ✩ i've also decided to clear out all the requests on my inbox since i want a fresh start. with that, my inbox is open for requests ! (still selective of what i'll write) ──★ ˙ ̟🪿 !!

➷ nick cromwell was a man who excelled in his studies. from the first day he entered the military academy, nick already knew that he was gifted. this easily earned him respect and admiration from the people around him.

but despite his decent reputation and academic performance, nick's name lingered solely in second place throughout the years, never surpassing the name above his.

➷ dark eyes glued themselves on the name tag that was sewn on the right side of your newly tailored uniform; y/n l/n, it read. seeing your name never failed to sour his mood.

you had joined his department just a couple of months ago, yet you rose to the top with ease and easily surpassed him once more. barely a month in, and you already managed to solve a missing person case that had long gone cold. it was a huge feat that set you on a path towards a promising promotion. one that nick highly sought after years of working his ass off.

➷ nick averted his gaze away from your form, a pang of irritation hitting him. he hated you— your voice, your presence, everything. he hated how you were better than him in every aspect.

you were always surrounded by your co-workers who depended on you for help despite being new. everyone seemed to look at you with stars in their eyes, filled with admiration. everyone except nick.

➷ the first day you joined his department, nick slipped out of the bustling room with a box of cigarettes in his hand. he placed one stick in between his lips while his other hand searched for his lighter only to find that it was missing. he brushed his dark locks back with an annoyed sigh. great.

just as nick turned to head back inside, a lighter greeted him out of nowhere, sparking to life and lighting his unlit cigarette. the sudden gesture made his heart skip a beat out of shock, but he was grateful for it nonetheless. nick took a deep drag of the now lit cigarette, directing his gaze to thank the owner of the lighter.

his expression hardened. y/n.

"cromwell," nick watched as you placed your lighter back inside your pocket. he stared, not bothering to hide his displeased expression.

did you remember him from military academy ? that's impossible, you were in different classes and had never crossed paths before. he doubted you knew about his existence.

after a long pause, nick exhaled a puff of smoke, deciding to snap out of his trance. holding the cigarette between his fingers, he returned the greeting. "l/n."

that was his first interaction with you after all those years. a face to finally match the name that had long stirred his competitive spirit.

➷ your feats only kept getting more and more impressive as time went on, and the sight of your constant success ignited something within nick. he knew he had to humble you, to remind you of your place. nick worked his ass off trying to get where he was, it wasn’t fair of you to take that away from him.

he had to be better than you this time even if he had to go the extra mile to ruin you.

he considered a couple of extreme measures: framing you for murder, planting drugs in your desk, or any other nefarious scheme that could tie you to wrongdoing. but, it wasn't enough for him to see you behind bars. that wasn't what he aimed for. he needed to completely ruin you— humiliate you so you wouldn’t dare to step out of line ever again.

it only took him a few drinks between 'friends' to have you all putty in his hands. he didn't expect you to be such a lightweight, but it was convenient for him to set his plan in motion. it wasn't an easy task dragging you around in your drunken state, but nick was satisfied with his work.

you were fully stripped of your uniform, both hands cuffed behind your back, black leather wrapped around your eyes, and a cloth between your lips to muffle whatever sound you were bound to make.

a tripod sat at the edge of the bed, a camera set up to capture your vulnerable state. all he had to do was take a picture and finish up, but that idea didn’t seem to satisfy him. it wouldn't be enough to make up for the years that you have overshadowed him.

nick monitored your unconscious form from across the dimly lit room. the cigarette that sat between his lips illuminated the lower half of his face, dark eyes reflecting the light of the burning cigarette. rising from the wooden chair he had nested himself in, nick stalked towards the bed where you laid unconscious. he placed his cigarette on an ash tray sitting on top of his bedside table. the camera's light illuminated a crimson red color, indicating that it was recording everything.

nick's gloved hand slowly traced a line down your exposed stomach, feeling you shudder slightly at his touch. your still breathing turned frantic the lower his hand slid down your torso. an unsuspected ghost of a smile crept up on nick’s lips as he watched you react to his touch. there was something about seeing you in such a humiliating position, all vulnerable and helpless.

perhaps this was where you rightfully belonged, below him.

his thumb glossed over your cheek as he stared down to study your sleeping face. now that he had a closer look at you, nick realized how good you actually looked. no wonder people liked you a lot, aside from being reliable, you were also a piece of candy for one’s eye.

his hand unconsciously found itself wrapped around the base of your cock, still soft and limp from the lack of stimulation. even this part of you looked good. he had every right to be jealous.

having initially planned to simply take photos and leave it at that, nick knew he had to improvise. he bent down and coated the tip of your cock with his spit. it helped his gloved hand glide smoothly up and down along your shaft.

your breath hitch in response, and that was when nick knew you were awake and could feel everything.

knowing this, nick quickened his pace, twisting and rubbing with the goal of making you finish in his hand. the gag around your mouth muffled your groans. with the way your cock hardened and twitched in his hand, nick could tell that your body liked his touch.

“who knew you were such a slut,” nick taunted. he noticed how you bit against the gag to suppress your moans, staining the cloth around your mouth with your saliva. “i wonder what our superiors would think if they saw you in this position ?” his other hand ripped the gag from your mouth. he wanted to hear what other noises you could make.

you open your mouth to question who he was, but nick took it as an opportunity to capture your lips in his. he tilted his head to the side to muffle your

this was all to humiliate you, nothing more. he inwardly told himself. but the strained feeling in his pants told a completely different story.

nick groaned as he felt you come undone, staining his hand white with your cum. he pulled away from the kiss, replacing his lips with his fingers as he let you have a taste of yourself. he pinched and pulled at your tongue, stretching the inside of your mouth with his fingers. he coated his fingers with your saliva, dark eyes watching you gag on his fingers.

nick pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a pop and let them hover your rim in a teasing manner. he pushed a finger past the ring of muscles despite your protest, holding you down by straddling your hips as you thrashed around. “shh, you’ll tire yourself out before i can even start.”

the sound of clothes shuffling reached your ears as nick pulled his trousers down with his other hand to free his hardened cock. he could see your chest rise and fall quickly, but you stayed surprisingly compliant. “you’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you ?” nick’s fingers continued to prod at your entrance, teasing you as he rubbed circles with his thumb on your gaping hole. “we can’t have that. you’ll have to beg for it first.”

you gritted your teeth at the thought of begging. there was no way you were going to— nick pushed his thumb inside, making you jolt as your walls clenched around the digit. a sharp groan escaped your lips that were slightly agape as you breathe heavily.

your cock painfully twitched at the lack of sensation. nick wiggled his thumb around inside you, but it still wasn’t enough to stimulate anything. “is that your dick ? pretty small for all that big talk.”

you decided to bite back and insult him. you weren’t going to beg for anything any time soon, instead, you would taunt him into doing what you wanted. hearing the male simply chuckle at your insult, nick pulled his thumb out of your hole and replaced it with his cock, its tip kissing your entrance. “you’re really asking for it. i knew you were a filthy whore underneath that professional bullshit you keep pulling on everyone.”

without warning, nick slammed himself inside. he groaned at the sudden tightness, hands holding you in place, a bruising grip on your hips. “shit, can’t you loosen up a bit ? you’re going to chop my dick off,” he growled, a slight rasp in his voice.

your hole swallowed him whole, dragging him deeper inside as he thrusted in and out of your abused hole. it took him a while to set an actual pace because of how your hole clenched tightly around his dick, but you did loosen up after a while. he made a mental note to prepare you properly next time

next time ?

nick pushed those thoughts away. this was a one time thing, he.. fuck.

nick tightened his grip on your hips out of frustration. he almost forgot why he was doing this in the first place, this was all to simply ruin you, nothing more. he reached out to grab his cigarette off the ash tray, placing it between his lips as he dragged one out to calm his nerves. ‘i shouldn’t be enjoying this,’ he inwardly scolded himself.

he exhaled, keeping the cigarette in between his fingers as he placed his palm against your bare stomach. ‘but, holy shit, how can i not enjoy this. his ass is swallowing my dick like it’s his last meal.’ nick grunted.

out of frustration, he dragged the butt of his cigarette against your bare stomach. you hissed at the burning sensation, your muscles tensing as you bit back a scream of pain. nick’s dark eyes examined the burn marks he had left in your skin, no longer feeling remorse. instead, his cock twitched at the sight of your pained expression.

he continued thrusting into you, your moans acting as a positive reinforcement for him to keep going. nick took the cigarette back to his lips, inhaled, and leaned down to slam his lips against yours. it tasted like ash as nick’s tongue intertwined with yours into a sloppy kiss. his pace eventually slowed down as he felt himself near his climax.

you were also close, whining against the kiss as he slammed into you one last time before he unloaded inside of you. he finished first, pulling away from the kiss and giving a few sloppy thrusts in order to help you finish. seeing your cock twitch and spur, nick pressed the cigarette butt against your tip. the pain from the scalding heat helped you finish, your cum putting out the cigarette’s light.

nick threw the cigarette onto the ashtray and pulled out of you, letting his finished work trickle down your thighs. he detached himself from you, removing his dirtied gloves as he approached the camera that continued to capture everything. “this should be enough to keep you in line.” he muttered under his breath as he ended the recording.

nick took the camera with him as he stalked back towards the bed where his finished work laid in display. the sound of a camera shutter reached your ears and a brief flash of light penetrated the blindfold around your eyes. “you look way better under me anyway.”

[feral-ass-raccoon]

funny thing i noticed- as far as outfit style/music taste goes, i fall into the stereotypical "transmasc aesthetic". however, i'm not trans.

now, normally this would be a dangerous thing to say, and usually ends in a months-or-years later edit of "guess what lol" but i dont think that'll happen to me. why, you ask? simple. my transmasc energy is getting deflected to those around me.

i have five transmacs friends. six, if you count a friend's partner that i dont know too well but like hanging out with. i am dodging the transgender beam by throwing others in front of it.

[daxisyzz]

About Damn Time

Pairings: Bucky Barnes × Reader

Summary: After a mission goes wrong, you’re captured by Hydra, who use you as bait to lure Bucky out. He and Sam come to your rescue, but the night’s events leave emotions raw. In the aftermath, Bucky finally confesses his love, and you realize you were never alone.

Word count: 1.2k+

Warnings and tags: Reader gets captured, mentions of fighting, mentions of getting beaten, Bucky to the rescue, protective Bucky, a small mention of reader feeling like she should've tried harder, Sam Wilson interaction, love confessions in the quinjet.

A/n: just clearing out my drafts.. give me some ideas for more fics in my request box!!

Requests are open!!!

A mission gone wrong.

That was the only way to describe the mess you found yourself in. You had been sent on a solo recon assignment—get in, gather intel, and get out before Hydra even knew you were there. It was supposed to be simple. A quiet operation. But Hydra had been waiting for you.

You fought hard, taking down as many operatives as you could, but the odds weren’t in your favor. The moment one of them slammed a rifle into your ribs, knocking the wind from your lungs, you knew you were in trouble. You tried to reach for your weapon, but another soldier wrenched it from your grasp. A pair of hands grabbed you roughly, twisting your arms behind your back as a sharp, cold blade pressed against your throat.

Now, you were in a dimly lit warehouse, your body aching, your wrists bound behind you with thick zip ties. The Hydra operative holding you hostage had an iron grip on your shoulder, his knife still pressed against your skin. You struggled, but you had nothing left—your body had been battered, your energy drained.

“You shouldn’t have come alone,” the man sneered.

“But I suppose it worked in our favor. You’re important to him, aren’t you?”

Your blood ran cold. You knew exactly who he was talking about.

“We don’t want you,” the Hydra agent continued, his voice dripping with amusement. “We want our Soldat back.”

Your stomach twisted. They hadn’t taken you for information. They had taken you to lure Bucky out. And then the door burst open.

Bucky and Sam stormed in like a hurricane, weapons raised, eyes scanning the room. Relief flooded you, but it was quickly overshadowed by dread. You could feel the Hydra agent’s grip tighten as he pulled you closer against him, using you as a human shield.

“Well, well,” the man chuckled. “Speak of the devil.”

Bucky’s eyes locked onto yours, a storm brewing in those icy blues. His jaw was clenched so tightly you thought it might snap. Sam, beside him, held his gun steady, gaze flickering between you and the man holding you captive.

Bucky took a step forward, his voice low, dangerous. “You want me? Take me. Just me.”

Your heart stopped. “Bucky, no—”

The Hydra agent chuckled, the blade at your throat pressing just a little harder. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Sam’s voice was sharp. “Let her go.”

Bucky didn’t blink. “I won’t ask again.” And then he lunged.

Bucky moved like a shadow—silent, fast, and lethal. The Hydra agent barely had time to react before Bucky’s vibranium arm clamped down on his wrist, yanking the knife away from your throat. The world tilted as the man was ripped away from you. You stumbled, your legs weak from exhaustion, but strong hands caught you before you could hit the ground. Sam.

“Gotcha,” he murmured, steadying you and freeing you of the zipties before turning his attention back to the fight.

Bucky was a force of nature. His fists struck like thunder, each blow precise and devastating. The Hydra agent tried to fight back, but he was outmatched. With a swift kick to the ribs and a brutal punch to the jaw, the man crumpled to the floor, groaning in pain. But the fight wasn’t over. More footsteps echoed through the warehouse—reinforcements.

Sam shoved you behind a stack of crates, pressing a gun into your hands. “Stay down,” he ordered. “We’ve got this.”

You wanted to argue, but you were in no shape to fight. Your hands trembled as you gripped the weapon, frustration burning in your chest. You weren’t used to being the one who needed saving.

Bucky and Sam moved in sync, taking down each operative that stormed through the doors. Gunfire erupted, bullets ricocheting off metal beams. Bucky used his arm as a shield, taking down enemies with brutal efficiency. Sam soared into the air, using his wings to propel himself forward as he fired precise shots. It was over in minutes.

Bodies lay sprawled across the warehouse floor, groaning or unconscious. The silence that followed was deafening. Bucky turned to you immediately, his eyes raking over you, searching for injuries.

“You okay?” His voice was softer now, the fury from the fight replaced with something else—something warmer.

You nodded, but your body betrayed you. Your knees buckled, and Bucky was there in an instant, catching you. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured. You clenched your jaw, trying to keep the emotion at bay.

“I—I should have been able to fight back,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I was careless.”

Bucky shook his head, his grip tightening. “Hey. None of that,” he said firmly. “They ambushed you. It wasn’t your fault.”

Sam clapped a hand on your shoulder. “Besides, we wouldn’t let anything happen to you. We’ve got your back, always.”

You exhaled shakily, the weight of the night pressing down on you. Bucky’s hand found yours, his fingers curling around yours in a quiet promise.

The quinjet hummed softly as you sat on one of the seats, exhaustion sinking into your bones. Sam stood up, glancing at the two of you before shaking his head.

“I’m gonna give you two a minute,” he said, his voice knowing. “Try not to make me regret it.” With that, he disappeared toward the cockpit, leaving you alone with Bucky.

The silence between you was thick. Heavy. You turned to him, taking in the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands were still clenched into fists.

“You okay?” you asked softly.

Bucky exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. “I should be asking you that.”

You shook your head. “I’m fine, Bucky. I promise.”

His jaw tightened. “No, you’re not,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “They took you. They could’ve—” He cut himself off, his fists clenching again.

You reached out, gently placing your hands over his. “But I’m here,” you whispered. “Because of you.”

His gaze lifted, meeting yours, and the sheer emotion in his eyes made your breath hitch. “I almost lost you tonight,” he murmured, his voice breaking slightly.

“I—” He hesitated, shaking his head as if he couldn’t find the words. “I can’t go through that again.”

Your fingers curled around his. “Bucky…”

“I need you to know something,” he said, his grip tightening. “I—damn it—I love you.”

Your breath caught. The weight of the confession settled between you, heavy and unshakable.

You searched his face, seeing nothing but sincerity, nothing but raw, unguarded truth. And suddenly, it all made sense. The way he always watched your back, the way his hands lingered when he touched you, the way his eyes softened when he looked at you.

You exhaled shakily. “I love you too.”

Bucky’s shoulders sagged with relief. His hand reached up, his fingers brushing against your cheek like he was memorizing the feeling of you beneath his touch.

Then, slowly, hesitantly, he leaned in. The kiss was gentle at first—soft, tentative, as if he was afraid you might disappear. But the moment you pressed closer, it deepened. His hands cradled your face, his lips moving against yours with a desperation that mirrored your own.

You melted into him, into the warmth of his touch, into the quiet promise between you. When you finally pulled away, breathless, foreheads touching, Bucky let out a soft chuckle.

“Sam’s gonna say ‘finally,’ isn’t he?” you murmured.

Bucky huffed a laugh. “Yeah. He is.” And sure enough, from the cockpit, Sam’s voice echoed through the jet.

“Bout damn time.”

Despite everything—the pain, the exhaustion—you laughed. And for the first time that night, the weight on your chest felt just a little bit lighter.

You weren’t alone.

You never would be.